" Charlie was hardly little." Charlie was hardly little. Skinny, yes, but at 5'11" he towered above his petite, dark-haired aunt. She and his mother hardly seemed like sisters. Red-headed Roxanne was larger, heavier, fairer and bustier than Vivianne; she faavored their Irish father. Vivianne was small, slim, dark-haired and dark-eyed. She favored their Russian-Jewish mother. Charlie looked like neither of them, favoring his run-off Dad. Roxy was 33, Viv 27. They were Charlie's only living relatives. "Did you learn everything you've got to do?" Viv asked. "Of course, I did. Mom made me go to temple for the past 6 weeks including a special class. I missed six Saturdays of basketball." "Oh, basketball, shmasketball. Were there any nice girls at temple?" "Aunt VIV!" "Oh, alright. I can see you've got your mind on other things. But mark my words..." Charlie suddenly noticed how close Aunt Viv was, and how nice she smelled, it made him uncomfortable "pretty soon it'll be time for you to learn about women!" Before he could get a reply past the lump in his throat, Roxy bounced downstairs and embraced her sister. "Thank Gawd you're here!" she cried, "It's time to go. Charlie, run go get Mama her keys." While Charlie headed to the kitchen, Vivianne slipped a hand into Roxy's blouse and caressed her bra-less tit. |