Chapter 15
Jessica waited until Chuck gave Laura a kiss, then shooed him out of the room and kissed Laura on the forehead and sat on the side of the bed.
"I'm sorry that I didn't get here sooner, Aunt Laura."
"Chuck explained everything to me when he called last night," Laura replied, "and I'm just glad that you could come at all, honey. My girlfriend stayed with me last night, but she didn't do much and I'm afraid everything is a mess."
"I'll take care of everything. How long has it been since you had a bath?"
"A couple days," Laura said. "I've been so feverish, I couldn't bear the thought of getting in a tub of hot water."
"I'll give you a sponge bath, and we'll go from there," Jessica said.
Jessica found Chuck and sent him in search of a wash basin, then went into the kitchen and looked around. The sink was full of dirty dishes and the stove was loaded with dirty pots and pans. She grimaced and shook her head. It was just like a man to leave clear evidence that he wasn't capable of domestic chores or felt they were beneath him.
She took the dusty basin from Chuck, cleared a space in the sink so she could wash it, then filled it with cool water and took it to the bedroom. From the bathroom, she got a bar of soap, had to go to the linen closet for a clean washcloth and a towel, then went back to the bedroom and removed Laura's nightgown.
Laura giggled and blushed slightly. "I feel silly," she said softly.
"You don't look like one," Jessica chuckled.
Laura's tits were quite a bit smaller than Jessica's, but they were more than a double handful and looked very firm, perfectly molded cones with small, pale areolae and thick stubby nipples. Her feet were dainty, as befit her small stature, her ankles were slender, her legs were well-shaped and her thighs were a little heavier than she might have liked.
Jessica wanted to caress her aunt's small body and suck her pretty tit buds right then and there, but that would probably shock Laura right out of her skin, and she was here to help, not cause trouble. She sat Laura up and washed and dried her face, neck, and her upper chest, then paused, wondering if she should wash her tits or let her do it. She wanted badly to touch the cute mounds, and that would be one way of doing it without arousing suspicion.
Laura sat with her eyes closed, breathing deeply. "Nobody's bathed me in years and years," she whispered.
"Am I embarrassing you?"
"No," Laura breathed, "don't take it wrong, but I like it."
Jessica chuckled softly and washed and dried her aunt's tits. "Doesn't Chuck ever bathe you?"
"As a prelude to sex? I don't think the idea has ever occurred to him."
Fully aware that she might be getting into something she shouldn't, Jessica said, "Sometimes, you have to lead the horse to water and hope he drinks." She laid Laura back and washed and dried her belly.
"Good analogy," Laura said. "We don't communicate as well as we used to. We talk about money and things like that, but we seldom talk about sex."
Jessica pulled Laura's legs apart gently and looked at her pussy. As Chuck said, Laura's bush was nearly as lavish as her own, and she could see her aunt's cute little slit peeking out. She caught herself before she went too far and washed and dried the left leg. "You probably don't talk much during sex then. If you don't, you're missing a lot of fun."
"You sound as if you know."
"I do," Jessica said simply. She washed and dried Laura's right leg and her crotch, then said softly, "Turn over."
Laura lay quietly as Jessica washed and dried her back and the crack of her ass.
Jessica patted Laura's left buttock tenderly and said, "There, all done. Where do you keep your clean nightgowns?"
"In the big dresser, second drawer on the left," Laura said.
Jessica dressed her aunt, sat her in a chair and changed the bed, then put Laura in it and tucked her in.
"Have you had breakfast?"
"As much as I wanted," Laura replied. "What's that old adage, feed a fever and starve a cold?"
"I can never remember how it goes," Jessica laughed, "but you've got the flu, not a cold. I'll bring you some hot tea and toast and maybe some fresh fruit, if I can find some."
"Send Chuck out for some," Laura said. "He ought to make himself useful somehow."
"Don't be too hard on him, honey," Jessica laughed, "he's just a man."
Jessica sent Chuck out for fresh fruit, started a load of laundry, then tackled the kitchen. She worked steadily and efficiently, and by mid-morning could see the light at the end of the tunnel. She brewed a pot of tea, toasted and buttered two slices of bread, sliced a pear, and went to the bedroom to chat with Laura while she ate.
By noon, Jessica had most of the laundry done and ready to fold, and the kitchen was clean. Chuck had disappeared after bringing the fruit, so she fixed soup and toast for Laura and a sandwich and glass of milk for herself and took it into the bedroom.
Chuck came home for dinner, and whatever he'd been doing, he'd worked up an appetite. "The house looks great, dinner is real good," he said.
"And you thought my only talents were in bed," she teased.
"Laura will probably go to sleep early tonight. I'll wait until I'm sure she won't wake up, then come to your room."
"No, Uncle Chuck, I won't do that to Aunt Laura, not in her own house. Besides, you can't be sure she won't wake up."
"Come on, Jessica, damn it, I want you! What will it take?"
"For Aunt Laura to say it's okay, or agree for all three of us to do it together."
"Don't hold your breath until she does either one," he said. "Suppose we get out of the house, just for a while?"
"Well, that might work, but not tonight. She isn't feeling well enough for me to leave her alone without feeling guilty."
The next day, Jessica bathed Laura again, then cleaned the house, and spent most of the day in Laura's room, chatting. She had a nice dinner ready when Chuck came home from work, and they made small talk without mentioning sex or how they were going to get away from the house.
By the following evening, Laura was feeling better, and she called Jessica and Chuck into her room. "Chuck, Jessica has been working so hard, she hasn't been out of the house for more than a few minutes at a time. Why don't you take her to a movie? Or maybe she'd like to go up on the bluff and see the city lights."
The suggestion that they go up on the bluff startled him. That's where they went when they were feeling frisky and wanted to make out in the car. It was the place where most of the people in town went when they wanted to make out in the car, and didn't have another place to go to make out. He looked at his wife, and she smiled slyly and nodded slightly.
Jessica knew something was going on between them, and kept her silence.
They both kissed Laura and left the room, and Chuck laughed softly and put his arm around Jessica's waist.
"Aunt Laura gave you some sort of message in there," Jessica said, deliberately rubbing her hip against his as they went outside.
"Maybe, but I'm not sure," he replied.
"But you're willing to take the chance anyway," she said, making a statement, not asking a question.
"I'm willing to take the chance," he agreed. "You're worth it."
When they got to the car, Jessica turned to face him, knowing that he wanted to kiss her, and wanting it as badly as he did.
Laura peeked through the curtains just as Chuck took Jessica in his arms. She smiled, then hurried back to bed.
Chuck hugged Jessica tightly and kissed her.
God, did he kiss her! He didn't say anything to spoil the moment, just took her in his arms and kissed her hard. She got a little giddy, tingling all over from the heat of his kiss and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back with all her being and eagerly accepted his tongue into her mouth.
She felt his cock against her leg, knew that it was already hard, and thrust her tongue into his mouth with a soft moan. He sucked hungrily on her tongue and put his hand on one of her tits and gently squeezed the large mound and rubbed his palm over her rapidly hardening nipple.
She backed away suddenly, breathing hard and said, "Not here, not in front of your house. Laura might look out the window and see us."
She buckled her seat belt and sat quietly as he drove up to the bluff, going as fast as he safely could. There were several cars already on the bluff, and he turned off the headlights and glanced around slowly to find a place where they could see the city lights.
"It's beautiful," she said softly.
"The lights are brighter because of the atmosphere out here," he said. "Back East, the humidity is a lot higher, and the air is thicker."
"I've never been back East," she said quietly, turning in the seat to face him. "Was Aunt Laura telling you that it's okay if you fuck me?"