Staring out of the bedroom door I look towards the Master Bedroom, watching anxiously as the door swings open. I swallow hard as I waiting for someone to emerge, only to finally see Aunt Stacy, in her mid-thirties and dressed in a denim miniskirt and tube top.
My jaw drops at the sight of her. Gone are the heavy crow's feet and wrinkles dotting her sun kissed face, replaced with a tight youthful complexion accompanying her soft plump lips and sharp features. Gone is the massive sagging of her outrageously large chest, the huge perky mounds resting in her light blue tube top jiggling with each of her bouncy excitable movements. Gone are the dreary eyes and haggard expression she always seemed to wear, replaced with a bright bubbly smile as she minces out from the bedroom.
Her clothes cling to her body, acting almost as a second skin. The denim skirt pulls tightly over her massive child-bearing hips and thick smackable behind, the hem only reaching down to her mid-thigh and constantly threatening to flash the almost see-through sky blue panties beneath. Her feet are bound up in a pair of strappy black heels, causing her to teeter a little as she minces out into the carpeted hallway.
Her giddy grin quickly shifts as she spies me hiding behind the door, her grin giving way to a warm motherly smile.
"Hey there sweetie" she coos, her voice growing chirpy and bright as her eyes lock onto me. "Come on sweetheart, why are you hiding behind your door like that?" she inquires, her drop-dead gorgeous face twisting into a look of concern.
Jumping a little as she looks at me, shying away as she calls me 'sweetie', I simply want to slip back into the safe pale purple confines of the bedroom. However, before I can awkwardly slide back into the room I freeze in place, watching as Dayle struts out of the bedroom.
The man is slightly shorter than me, perhaps by an inch or two making him a little over six feet tall. His short dark brown hair is slicked with no small amount of gel and mousse, giving the tight professional style a little more volume and sheen. His jawline is angular and masculine, coated in a thin stubble of dark hair. His eyes are a bright hazel, contrasting with the pale blue of my Aunt, as does his pale skin tone. A set of large dark sunglasses sit atop his head, the reflective shades appearing to shimmer and sparkle in the sunlight.
His toned athletic body is dressed with a crisp navy blue dress shirt, the collar wider than I had usually seen and the top few buttons are undone to reveal his broad hairy chest. The shirt is tucked into a pair of crisp egg-shell white chinos, the seam in the leg appearing so prominent that it must have been professionally ironed.
He carries two travel bags, one in either of his large masculine hands, before dropping one gently to the floor. Standing behind his wife he quickly begins to nuzzle her neck, eliciting a series of girlish giggles as she leans into your broad frame. With his now free hand he reaching behind her, pinching her juicy behind and causing her to bounce slightly in place. Slowly, he begins to trace his hand up along her hips and her waist as he creeps closer and closer to her bountiful chest.
"Dayle..." mewls Aunt Stacy playfully, reaching up to move his prying hand away from her chest. "Dayle!" she finally snaps, leaning away from him and nodding towards me.
"What is it my..." he purrs, his voice dripping with desire as he paws at his wife. Looking in the direction she was nodding towards he finally notices my presence, a nervous grin spreading across his face as his hand snaps away from his wife's body. "Amy! Sweetheart! I didn't see you there" he croaks out, his tone filled with awkwardness after being caught out.
My heart sinks as I hear him call me 'Amy', the love hearts and skirt finally clicking into place as my stomach sinks. My heart hammers in my chest, my grip on the door loosening allowing it to slowly open beside me.
Both Stacy and Dayle look at me with a bit of concern, exchanging looks as they watch the color drain from my face. Dayle takes a few steps forward, pacing around his wife and approaching me. Reaching up to my face he places a hand to my forehead, his brow furrowing as he's forced to reach up to feel his daughter's head.
"Are you feeling well sweetie?" Aunt Stacy asks, peering around Dayle and looking up at me with concern.
"Will you be alright over the weekend?" Dayle inquiries, shifting his large rough hand around my forehead as though the fever may be hidden somewhere.
"Huh?" I mutter, looking down at my Aunt and the man I had temporarily called Uncle before their eventual divorce. My mind raced, the mess in my head being compounded by the throbbing headache assaulting my skull and the pressure surrounding my body.
"This weekend dear" my Aunt coos, gesturing to the bag behind her. "Your father and I are going to the holiday house for some..." she continues, explains the situation before trailing off as a deep blush covers her cheeks.
"We've been talking about it for months" Dayle muses, leaning from side to side as he inspects me further. "Are you feeling okay sweetheart?" he asks, following up his wife's line of question.
"I...I'm fine" I mutter, my heart leaping into my throat. I was simply desperate to get them to leave me alone, to get out from under their inquisitive probing. "Just...a bit tired" I state, hoping they'll buy the excuse.
Dayle scrunches up his face, his eyes narrowing as he tries to assess the situation. His expression slowly shifts from that serious look to a warm fatherly smile. His hand thankfully pulls away from my forehead before flying up to ruffle my hair.
"That's my girl. I swear, you must be holding that place..." he proudly chirps, his words dropping off as his hand shifts through my terribly short brown locks. My blood runs cold as he pauses, his scrutinizing gaze returning as he begins to fiddle with my hair. "Amy?...Have you done something with your...no that's not it...have you grown?" he mutters, his voice filled with no small amount of surprise.
"I...I don't think so..." I weakly rebuff, my pulse racing faster and faster as my eyes glance between Stacy and Dayle. Before I can see their response I'm wracked with searing pain, my scalp practically burning and causing me to clench my jaw and fists in an attempt to not let the pain show.
My eyes quickly begin to water, forcing me to blink rapidly in an attempt to keep myself from crying in front of my Aunt and Uncle as it would only cause further questions and concerns. Cold sweat begins to run down my back, the searing pain growing worse and worse as Dayle continues to inspect and pat my head.
My eyes lock onto Dayle, hoping that maintaining eye contact is the right thing to do. However, my plans change as I catch my reflection in his sunglasses. My lip quivers slightly at the sight, a soft whine rumbling up my throat as I watch my short light brown hair shift into...
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