Chapter 100

“Everyone knows that Alex is your nephew and your date to this shindig,” mom reasoned. “It shouldn’t be too big an issue, but sometimes men get drunk and leave their reasoning at the bar.”

“Well, I couldn’t ask for a better chaperone.” Alexa said sweetly, smiling as she reached over to pat me on the shoulder. “I’ll see if I can fix him up with some pretty young thing.”

She then excused herself to go and use the restroom. She stood up and clambered out of the tub and wiggled away, not at all bothered by our presence. I kept looking out the window while dad and mom followed her exit from the room. Mom just shook her head and sighed.

“That girl has no flaws,” she said. “Did you see that ass?”

“Yup,” dad agreed, nodding. “Good thing she’s your sister and not a student, eh?”

“Tits for days,” mom added. “How did she get those and I didn’t?”

“You do have them!” dad laughed. “And the ass. Her package is just newer than yours.”

“I can’t believe you two are talking about my aunt’s tits and ass,” I muttered, trying to sound disconcerted. “Blood relative, remember?”

“Yes, and we’re both just lamenting that fact,” mom agreed. “Besides, you’re a red-blooded young man who’s seen her boobs. They’re amazing, aren’t they?”

Dad looked at mom. “Alex has seen her boobs?”

“Yeah, she went into the basement and flashed him one day to wake him up,” mom replied, snickering as she remembered the incident. “Should’ve heard him yelp.”

“Can we please stop talking about my aunt’s jugs?” I groused, hopefully sounding convincing. I wanted nothing more than to agree with them, but I couldn’t really do that now, could I?

Alexa returned, climbing back in. I made a point of not looking again, which sucked. “So, what’d I miss?”

“Michael and I were commenting that you had an amazing figure and Alex is whining because we were talking about your cans.”

“What, these?” Alexa asked, turning to face me and raising herself out of the water enough that her glistening breasts were visible. “What’s the big deal? They’re just boobs, ever woman has them.”

I didn’t look, while my mother and father started to snicker.

“I mean, they’re just lumps of fat, right?” Alexa continued, swaying them back and forth. “Big, soft, jiggly lumps of fat, covered in silky skin.”

“That’s it, I’m outta here,” I announced, standing suddenly and climbing out of the tub and stomping over to get my towel. “You people are crazy. I’ll be in my room.”

“Nice butt, nephew!” I heard Alexa call at me while my mother began laughing. I wrapped my towel around my middle and exited the room, heading down the hallway.

Fifteen seconds later, right on cue, Alexa came out of the hotel room and jogged down the hallway toward me, wrapped up in a towel. I paused and waited for her. With a huge grin, she pulled me around the corner into the ice dispensary alcove. She pressed herself to me and we kissed heatedly. She reached under my towel and massaged my cock with her hand, which was making me swell rapidly.

“They sent me to get you,” she said finally, taking her hand out from under my towel and just putting her arms around my shoulders. “You’re doing a really good job of throwing them off the trail, you know.”

“Good,” I agreed, nodding. “Sucks that I have to do it, but necessary.”

“I know,” she cooed, smiling warmly. “I’ll stop teasing so much, so that you can stay put for a bit. Just keep acting uncomfortable, or if you do have to look at me, be polite, like you don’t want to. They’re buying it.”

“Now I just need to wait for this hard-on you gave me to go away.” I muttered.

“Oh, no problem,” she said, grabbing a large cube of ice from the tray in the dispenser and reaching under my towel to press it against my cock. I shuddered, my eyes going wide as the cold splintered through my groin, making me soften and shrink almost immediately. “All gone!”

She gave me a final peck on the cheek and led me in triumph back to my parent’s hotel room. The rest of the jacuzzi session was a relaxing one.

***

People began arriving the following day. The Duscheney family showed up first, of course, and there was an ecstatic reunion between my mother and her friend. Dad and I were polite and genial with people, staying out of the way while they fawned all over my aunt. Once it was known there was a hot tub in my parents’ room, the women all decided that they needed to try it out. Dad took me for a nature walk, far away from all the estrogen.

“Nice people, I guess,” I said as we clambered over some rocks and fallen trees. “Liz has grown up to be pretty.”

“She’s been dating that Colin kid forever, it’s about time they got hitched,” dad mused. “And I suppose she’s pretty enough, but your mom’s going to have to talk with Alexa tonight.”

“What about?” I asked, playing dumb, although I was fairly certain I knew the answer.

“Your aunt is going to be, hands down, the prettiest young woman at this whole event,” dad said simply. “And outshining the bride is often a bad idea.”

“Not like she can help it.” I reasoned.

“True, but if we decide that something needs to be done to prevent hurt feelings, then we might find ways to tone her down just a bit,” he pointed out. “Not during the whole stay, of course, but during the reception when everyone will be checking out what everyone else is wearing. And no matter what your aunt wears, she tends to be… prominent.”

“Well it’s not like we can make her wear a gunny sack.”

“She’d probably still pull that off,” dad mused. “In any event, if your mom makes a decision, be ready to be helpful however you can. We’re lucky, you and I, we wear our suits and that’s it. There’s a whole different layer of plot device for the ladies.”

We discussed his courses and what was involved in them- true, I wasn’t even in the quantum and theoretical physics field, but dad still had the expectation that I, as his son, would have a more-than-rudimentary understanding of what he was talking up. It kept my brain nice and elastic. Mom expected the same of me, but she got tired of my ‘walk the Planck’ jokes sooner than dad did.

Dad then asked me about our work in the Languages department, showing a predictably disturbing familiarity with what I was talking about. Dad may have been a scientist, but he knew linguistics and history better than many professors. I was proud to think of him as a Renaissance Man. Maybe I would be one too.

Sure I would. An incestuous gamer-geek would be the next Renaissance Man. No problem.

He asked me if I was actually okay with taking Alexa as my date, hoping it wasn’t too much of an imposition. I replied that it shouldn’t get in the way of finding a girl to mess around with, if I felt the need. He laughed and said to just make sure I wasn’t distantly related to any girl I got into bed. I laughed as well and said I’d try.

If he only knew.

***

I didn’t to spend as much time with Alexa as I would have liked, but that was to be expected. I had old family and friends obligations and Alexa had tons of people to be introduced to. Not surprisingly, she was the center of attention when people weren’t fawning over the bride. I think Liz, the bride-to-be, was a little jealous of the way men were spending time around my aunt. Of course, Liz was about to be married and therefore off-limits, and everyone knew that I was Alexa’s surrogate date for this event.

Even though she was quite open about being a lesbian, this fact didn’t deter all the males who tried to flock around her, particularly one young sixteen year-old horndog and one of the groom’s uncles. He seemed to think it was okay to put his arm around her and be rather casual. Alexa subtly shook her head when I moved to intervene, indicating that at least for now she had things covered. I know dad was keeping a quiet watch also. Mom trusted the two of us to look after her little sister.

The sun had set and mom found me, giving me a hug. All this socializing was keeping her busy.

“Alex, I think it’s time for you to take your aunt for a walk, she no doubt needs a break,” she said quietly. “And I’m sure her ass feels like a pin-cushion. Get her away from the crowds, will you?”

I found her with a group and asked her if she wanted to go get a refreshment. She excused herself from the crowd she was mingling with and followed me, maintaining a small distance between us as we walked, something we both hated.