Life with Aunt Jess Pt. 01

When we pulled away from each other, I looked at Jess, who must have been having another cramp, and asked her, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, once the Midol kicks in." She rubbed her stomach as we walked to the house arm in arm. She did, in fact act like she felt better as the day wore on.

After a huge dinner, we cleaned up the dishes and settled in the living room and talked about everything and nothing while we let our meal process. About three o'clock, we decided it was time to exchange gifts. I was anxious to see Jess open the gift I bought for her. I was hoping she would like it. I bought her an iPad. We had looked at them one time when we went shopping and she said she would like one. I hoped that she hadn't gotten one from anybody else, since. When she opened the gift, she looked at it and screamed. "Oh, my god! This is just what I wanted!" She looked at me, "How could you afford this? They don't just give them away, you know."

"I worked for the money," I said. "I do odd jobs for Grandma Tuttle."

"And she pays well," Dad and I added at the same time.

"How well? These iPads go for over seven hundred dollars apiece." Jess stopped thought for a second. "Dammit Chet, I don't think I am worth such a pricey gift."

"I do, Honey." I answered as I looked around the room for support. Everybody nodded in agreement.

"But what I got you isn't worth near that much," Jess stated with a waver in her voice as she tried to hold back tears.

"If you bought it for me, It is worth MORE than that iPad." I grabbed the package she got for me and opened it. It was a plastic model kit of a 1961 Chevy Impala. "Where did you find this? I have been looking for one for years."

"I went into that old hobby shop on Old Main," she managed to get out. "You see, the box has a little shelf rash and is faded a little. It sat there for a long time."

"Just waiting for you to come along and rescue it." I sat the box carefully to the side and took Jess into my arms. "It is the perfect gift. I love you."

"I wanted more for you," she sobbed.

"I told you, this is perfect. Now I have the car of my dreams. And the girl of my dreams."

"And you still owe him a Christmas kiss," Pap joked. Jess didn't waste a second and planted the second passionate kiss of the day on me. I wiped the tears from her eyes and we continued opening gifts. The room was filled with laughter and joy, as all other Christmas's in my memory were.

When bedtime came, Grammi suggested it would be alright if I were to sleep with Jess. But only if that was all we did. "It would be a lot more comfortable than that cot you always get stuck on," she said. I was excited as hell to finally be able to share a bed with my love. I was not going to betray the trust my family gave me.

I showered and went to Jess' room and waited for her to do her bathroom duties. I was nervous, to say the least. I fidgeted and paced the room while Jess finished. When she finally came into the room, she was wearing only her fluffy terry robe. I had never thought of a terry robe as sexy, until that moment. "I need to get into my nightie," she said shyly. "Would you object to seeing me naked? If only for a few seconds?"

"I would not object at all," I stammered. Jess slowly undid the sash on her robe and let it fall open. There she was in all her beautiful glory. "I knew it," I said after I caught my breath. "Oh my god, Jess. I never could imagine..." Her breasts were larger than they appeared to be under her blouses and inside her bras and bikini tops. How was that possible? Her nipples were dark brown and erect. I allowed my eyes to follow the shape of her torso down to her virgin pussy. Just as with the picture the pubes were neatly trimmed to a perfect "V" and glistened in the light just like the hair on her head. The one small difference was that her bush was tightly curled. "Uh, I think you should get into your nightie, or better yet, a full nightgown, before I forget the promise I made to Grammi."

"Yes, I suppose I should." she hesitantly agreed. "One thing, though. I haven't got anything frumpy. You will just have to control yourself. And, if you can't, we will deal with the consequences." I was doing good to keep my erection to half staff. I am sure Jess could see it as all I was wearing was a light pair of pajama bottoms. She dropped the robe to the floor and took her time putting on the thin silk nightie. It did very little to hide the magnificent body within. "Be careful with that," she said pointing at my growing boner.

"Dammit," I grunted. "I was trying to keep that down."

"Well, it didn't work. Get in bed and try not to stab me with that thing." She was obviously turned on the same as I. Her face was flushed and she couldn't get her eyes off my wood. I slid under the covers and patted the bed beside me. She crawled in and cuddled next to me. She threw her arm over me, kissed me softly and closed her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you. Merry Christmas."

"Mury Chirma," she mumbled sleepily seconds before she started to breath heavy with sleep. I was asleep not more than a couple minutes after. It just felt so right sleeping in the same bed with my gorgeous aunt.

I woke late the next morning. I went to the bathroom and completed my morning ritual. I could hear the rest of the family planning a trip to the shopping center to look for some post season bargains. Mom called out to me, "We are going shopping, Chet. Would you like for us to wait so you can come with?"

"No, thanks Mom," I replied. " I am just going wait here."

"Okay. Jess is going to stay home, too. She is not feeling well. See you later."

"See you all later." When I finished I the bathroom, I went into the kitchen so find something for breakfast. Jess was sitting at the kitchen table, looking like the morning after a solid drunk. "Good morning Jess. Not feeling well again?" I tried to kiss her, but she pulled away slightly.

"I am sorry, Chet, my love," she apologized. "I just feel like hammered dogshit, and I am waiting for the meds to kick in."

"Are your periods always this bad?"

"No. I have had cramps, but nothing like this."

"Maybe you should see the doctor tomorrow."

"If I am not feeling better, I will. I promise."

"In the meantime, can I get you anything?"

"Just a cup off coffee and one of mom's double chocolate muffins." I poured her a cup and set a muffin on a small plate for her. I then got a tall glass of milk and a muffin for myself. I sat next to her and we ate in silence for a few minutes. This was unusual as we rarely went without talking about something, whether it made sense or not.

Finally Jess leaned in front of me, kissed me, and said "Thank you for being... you."

"I want to make you happy whether you feel good or not."

"I am feeling a little better. The coffee, the chocolate, Midol, and you, are doing me wonders."

"Your wish is my command, my queen."

"Please..." We both chuckled a little. I finished my muffin and milk, while Jess finished her muffin and most of her coffee. I gathered the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. "Chet?"

"Yes, Baby."

"The family will be gone for a few more hours. Will you do something for me?"

"Anything, for you. You know that."

"Will you make love with me?"

I stopped cold where I stood. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I am positive."

"Then, yes. By all means I will make love with you. I will do the best I can. You know I am still a virgin. Don't you?"

"You damn well better be," she said with a very stern voice. "I have saved myself for this moment, and I hoped you had, too."

"I have told you, I am yours entire. Always have been. Always will be." She directed me to sit back in the chair next to her. We sat face to face with our legs intertwined, my knee mere millimeters from the hot center of her sexual being. I leaned in and began kissing her softly. Our mouths opened together and our tongues explored each others mouths. My hand found the firm flesh of her eighteen year old breast. I squeezed the yielding globe of skin and gland. At the front-most point was a hard sensitive nipple which grew longer and harder under my gentle pressure. Jess cooed her approval into my mouth as we continued the oral wrestling match.

My free hand traveled south and came to rest at the elastic waistband of her cotton shorts. Yes, she was wearing shorts. I was unseasonably warm and we all dressed accordingly. "Easy pilgrim," she whispered. "Let's go back to my room where we can finish this in comfort." We stood and Jess took my hand and lead me back to her room. At the door she had to stop and brace herself from another strong cramp.

"Damn, your Midol is wearing off already. We don't have to do this, if you are not up to it."

"It is okay. The cramp is almost gone anyway. Besides, nothing is going to stop us now." We made it to her bed, we sat on the edge and resumed our kissing and heavy petting. Our tongues once again twisted around each other as we both felt the heat filling our bellies. I broke our lip lock long enough to pull her shirt over her head. I sought our her lips again as I squeezed her breast again. The nipple quickly responded and pressed hard into my palm. As before in the kitchen, my free hand found the elastic waistband of her shorts and I started to pull at it.

Jess lay back on the bed and I followed. I turned my attention to the bra hiding her perfect breasts. The bra was of the front clasp variety and it was a quick simple move to release it. The cups fell to their respective sides and I once again was treated to a view of her perfect tits. I resumed my assault on her lips and tongue. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and wiggled out of them, taking her tiny panties with them. She kicked the garments to the floor and she was naked for my eyes to gaze upon.

After kissing squeezing and fondling each other for more than five minutes, Jess yanked my shorts off along with my underwear. All I had on now was my teeshirt. "Oh this will not due," she mused. With one swift and savage movement, she ripped the shirt off my chest. And suddenly we were completely naked and pressed very closely together.

I moved over her and straddled her torso while we kept drilling for tonsil oil. "Oh, Chet. I need you inside me right now," Jess pleaded. I looked into her eyes and before I could ask if she was sure she said, "Yes, lover. I am absolutely ready for you." Shifted myself around so I was between her athletic smooth legs. My aching tool rested on her coarse mound of pubic hair. The feeling was more intense that I had ever imagined. Actually being inside this wonderful angel must be like heaven itself.

I lowered my body slightly so that the head of my cock was lined up with the slick wet entrance to my aunt's virgin love tunnel. She took my rod in her inexperienced hand. She cooed when my dick jumped in reaction to her soft touch. She guided me to her hot hole and nodded when I was to push forward. I pushed slowly so not to hurt her. I had gotten information from my experienced friends that the first time for a girl is painful, but once inside, the pain goes away. So I took great care not to just shove it in. I wanted this to be as beautiful as we saw in movies.

Jess grunted a little as I pushed pass her maidenhead. We were no longer virgins. I continued my slow deep penetration. I was above half in when the expression on he face turned from pleasure and lust to that of fear and pain. "Ow... Ow... Ow... OH, GOD THAT HURTS. IT HURTS SO BAD!" I knew in an instant there was something very wrong. I wasn't big enough to be causing this much anguish.

"This isn't right, Honey. I am pulling out."

"No. I want you to finish. Ow that hurts. I am so sorry." Tears were streaming down her face as I slowly withdrew. My erection faded fast. MY concern and worry overrode everything else. I pulled away and sat on my haunches by her side, feeling scared for her. She rubbed her lower stomach as if trying to relieve a knot in a muscle. Suddenly, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom, shut and locked the door and vomited.

I ran to the door and tried to go in to assist Jess the best I could. "Come on, Honey. Please let me in. I want to help you."

"No... GRAGH! I'll be fine." I heard the toilet flush, then in a few seconds she unlocked the door and opened it so I could come in. She washed her hands and brushed her teeth.

"I am so sorry I hurt you. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you..."

"You didn't hurt me," she said through her pain. "You are right, there is something else wrong. I hope it is just some kind of bug. Come on, help me back to my room. We need to get dressed. The family will be back soon."

We went into her room and I helped her get dressed. I felt sick, not flu sick, but sick as if I did something wrong and guilt is killing me. She picked up my shredded shirt and tried to smile as she studied the carnage. I just wanted to cry, I still felt responsible for her pain.

When we had finished getting dressed, I stood in the middle of her room, not knowing what to say. She hugged me tight and kissed my neck. "It's okay, Chet. I will be fine. Please don't blame yourself. Just remember this. I love you with all my heart and clear through my soul. That will never change."

"I love you so much Jessica Lynn Bailey."

We went to the living room sat on the couch and turned the TV on to watch the "Price is Right." I sat near the middle of the couch with Jess sitting so close she was nearly on my lap. "I think that puke helped," she said during the commercial. "I am feeling better. Still a little crampy, but not nearly as bad as earlier."

"Promise me you will see the doctor, please."

"I will have mom call."

"Good enough." I kissed her tenderly and we watched the rest of the program on TV.

The show had just finished when the family returned from their shopping trip. They all filed into the house laughing and chittering about something they had seen in the mall. Most carried a bag or two of merchandise, they had bought from one store or another. Pap carried two buckets of the Colonel's chicken, along with all the sides, of course. Grammi got plates and flatware from the kitchen and set up the dining room for our last meal together for the year. Jess did little more than pick at the one wing she put on her plate. "Are you okay Sweetie?" asked Grammi.

"I am just a little under the weather again is all, Mom."

"She vomited earlier," I added. Jess kind of gave me a sneer. I gave her the look that I hoped she picked up on. She did.

"Mom, I think I need to see a doctor. Maybe." Grammi immediately went to the phone and called the family doctor.

"He can't see you until day after tomorrow," she said as she sat back at the table. "It better not be something life threatening." We finished the meal quietly. I think everybody was worried about Jess. I certainly was.

A couple hours later, we packed up the car and readied ourselves for the two hour drive back home. I have never felt so bad about leaving before. I hugged Jess and held her for a few moments. "I will be okay. Really I will," Jess assured me. I kissed her, got in the car and waved a hesitant farewell.

I called her a couple hours after we got home. Grammi answered her phone. "Jessica is asleep. I don't think we want to disturb her."

"No, we don't. Just tell her I called and that I love her."

"I will do that."

"Thank you, Grammi. I love you."

"I love you too, honey. Goodbye."

I went to bed as soon as I finished talking with Grammi, for all the good it did. I did not sleep well, over worry about Jess. When sleep did come, it was brief. Finally, about a million hours later, it was eight o'clock and a good time to get up. I went to the bathroom and did my morning ritual, shit, shower and shave, then back to my bedroom to call Jess.

I picked up the phone and discovered she had tried to call me while I was busy. She left no message, so I simply dialed her back. She answered before it rang the second time. "Hello Chet, love," the weary voice on the other end said.

"Hi Jess, honey. You don't sound very good."

"I had a rough night."

"So did I. I was worried about you."

"Well, I don't feel much better today. In fact I may be worse. Ow! Oh, Ow!"

"Honey, put Grammi on the phone please."

"Mom! Chet would like to speak with you."

I heard her bedroom door open and Grammi said, "What does he... Oh, my god Jess! You look pale as a ghost. Give me that phone. Hello, Chet? Get down here as soon as possible. I am taking Jess to the hospital."

"I am on my way." I hung up and ran out to the kitchen to tell Mom. "Mom, Grammi is taking Jess to the hospital. I need you to get me to her."

"I'll call your dad and tell him where we are going. You get the car out and ready to go. Maybe you should pack some clothes, just in case we stay the night, again." I backed the car out of the garage and got Pat and Kat buckled in. "No, Chet. Grandma Tuttle is coming in a couple minutes to watch the young ones." Just then, she pulled in the drive. "Thank you for watching the kids on such short notice, Julie."

"It's the least I can do," Grandma Tuttle said. "Chet, I sure hope Jess is okay. I know what you two mean to each other."

"Thank you Grandma. I hope she is too." Grandma Tuttle took Pat and Kat back to the house. "Let's get going, Mom." She got in the passenger side. I am sure she knew I wouldn't give up my place in the driver's seat. We headed out stopping near the edge of town to fill the tank.

I drove half the way there without saying much of anything. I just mumbled occasionally about Jess' condition being my fault. Mom finally asked, "How is it your fault?" Just then, I saw a roadside park. I pulled in and parked the car.

"Mom, I have a confession to make. I am in love with Jess."

"That's no secret," Mom replied.

"We tried to have sex, yesterday. She said she was feeling crampy before we started and thought that it would be our last chance before she got her period. She insisted we take our relationship to the next level. I wanted her so bad, I wasn't about to argue with her. Well, we stopped, because I was hurting her."

"I thought there was something different. I am amazed you waited this long. But don't you see? She was already in pain before you started. She was complaining of cramps the night before. None of us took it as seriously as we should have. So don't blame yourself. She doesn't. I am certain of that." Now, let's get back on the road, before they send the rescue squad to search for us."

"Thank you, Mom." I started the car and got back on the highway, feeling a little better. I was still deeply worried for Jess' wellbeing.

We arrived at the hospital in just under two hours after we left home. I will admit, I was driving a little too fast. We went into the emergency waiting room where Grammi was. We all hugged. "How is she Grammi?" I asked.

"She is resting right now. They gave her some strong pain medicine, and they are planning on doing an MRI in a couple hours, when she has had a chance to rest a little more. Her blood pressure was dangerously high when the ambulance came."

"So all we can do is wait," Mom said.

"That is precisely what they told me." We sat together and prepared to wait for a couple hours.

We waited for little more than an hour, when a nurse came out to give us an update. "Jess is resting easier now," she told us. " We managed to get her blood pressure down to a reasonable level and we will be taking her in for her MRI, shortly after lunch. We will know more after that."

"Thank you," I said. The nurse turned and went back to wherever she came from.

We waited and waited for word on Jess' condition. I must have paced a couple miles up and down the hallway in that area of the hospital. Finally, just before two o'clock, her doctor came in the room. "Are you the family of Jessica Tuttle?" he asked.