Travels With My Aunt Book Novels & Stories

My tiny, brown wolf shivered from the cold as we raced to my aunt's pack. Aunt Helena was my mom's older sister, the only person I could trust on earth. It was almost impossible to connect to her pack, but luck shone on me when I arrived at the border a little after midnight. Once past the Valley Pelt pack border, I didn't stop running until I arrived at my aunt's cozy one-story cottage. I shifted back and raised my unsteady hand to knock on the door while scanning for any signs of trouble. But I remembered that my aunt's husband was a devoted follower of my dad, and announcing my presence here would be shooting myself in the foot.

"She's already filled the space she's got and she's storing them in here." Swigging at the beer, I prise off a lid, looking at a couple of titles. Turn Right at Machu Picchu, Mark Adams... Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road, Kate Harris... The Innocents Abroad, Mark Twain... A whole stack of Bill Bryson titles... Bit of a theme going on there. Wonder if she wants to travel? Get back to the point... "Michael, I mean no offence, but I have to say this. I know they are your family, but you need to keep those dried-up harpies you call aunts either under control or away from Charlotte.

I apologized to her; I didn't want to be rude in front of my mother. She just released a long breath. After a while, my tea is being served while her food is also being done. "I changed my mind; give me some tea instead." She instructed the maid. "Where, Aunt Malou, by the way?" I asked her while sipping on my freshly brewed tea. My mother's sister that she went world touring with. "She'll be down in no time; your Aunt is quite old, so he oversleeps most of the time." Speaking of sleep, I wished she would start talking and give me the urgent reason why she summoned me here. I yawned again; my eyes were too heavy to ignore.

Strolling over to the bed, he noticed my presence and turned to me. "Mommy, Aunt Martha already packed my bag for the trip." How did he know it was a trip? I smiled. "Is that so?" "Hm mm." He took my hand and placed the small book on my palm. "Look mom, Aunt Martha taught me this page of the Bible story!" He announced with a smile. "Well that's good baby.. I'll see you tomorrow?" I said, rising up to my feet. I wasn't in the mood. Not after Karen and Louis. "You'll tell me the whole story tomorrow?"

"I won't stop you. It's your decision, and I respect it. However, if you come back, don't think I can accept someone else. I'm sorry to be so direct, but I prefer to say things before they happen." "Oh, I was going to ask..." "I'm sorry, Aunt, but I can't help you, and I wish you a safe trip." Today, I'll have to find someone to stay with me, even if it means paying more than my monthly expenses. My aunt is leaving with the intention of helping, well, that's not bad, but what I consider bad is when people take advantage of her kindness. I love her with all my heart, but it annoys me that she prefers other people who have always turned their back on her.

“Get it together,” I whispered, noticing that my meat had begun to rise just by the thoughts of her. This was my aunt. My mother’s older sister. A married woman. Even if her husband never seemed to be around. Even if her eyes lingered a little too long on me when we talked. Even if her voice softened every time she said my name. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing slowly, trying to unclench the tightness rolling through my body, I unzipped my shorts and beat my dick hard,

Roland inquired, pretending to be oblivious to what he was referring to. “I'm talking about his wife, what do you have to say about her?” Matt pushed on, he had an annoying smile on his lips. “You mean your Aunt? She's a fine lady and nice too. I've had a one on one conversation with her and she seems okay.” Matt snorted, “You know that she looks like my late wife, Ava. And I'm sure that my uncle is planning something even though I don't know what it is..” He brought his gaze to his clasped hands. “I see he trusts you very much and it's very rare for my uncle to trust anyone. Only you can get what I want to confirm my suspicion, Roland..”

I just wanted to experience a little of what the world has to offer before being locked down. Slowly I sat up. Then without a reason why I started bawling. "Mommy" I sobbed out "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just am afraid of finding my mate tonight and not being able to go on my trip." While sitting in my bead blubbering like a pup I suddenly was wrapped up in a tight hug from my mother. She knew my fear and had felt the pain herself when she met my father. She herself when she turned 18 was headed on the same adventure I myself was about yo head on. But the night before she was to leave she had met my father. He was actually ok with her still leaving. He would have fine w

A silence louder than the train stretched among us, and I felt like I had pushed a bit too far, until my Aunt broke the silence. “We plan to do that, “ she began, then looked around the table like she wanted confirmation before continuing, “None of them or you are responsible for what others have done.” What she said is true. I've met the brothers, despite our business deal, and spoken briefly to their grandmother. They seem like friendly people, though they have greedy people around them. Pa's voice pulls me out of my daze. “We will make things right in due time.” Nodding in agreement, Mom said, “ Yes.” She looked down at her hands on her lap. “ I wish I knew what happened to my daughter.”

Wow! Time had really gone by while talking with my aunt. She was as fun as always, and I really enjoyed chattering with her so much.Though, these days, the conversations always centred around sad things, but it was going to be fine. “I have to now dear. I had not realised how latte it was,” she said softly. I sighed. “It’s fine. I would be going back to the hostel soon, so I really don’t mind. I want you to drive safely, ok?”