My Aunt Cindy

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You must have been taking d&ckhead pills. One can appreciate the author but not like the new site n

If you're crying this much and throwing insults left and right just because a forum design changed, it looks like they need to seriously up your dosage. You seem to have missed your daily dose of "it's just a forum theme." Going from zero to personal insults over a stylesheet is wild. Did the new theme steal the rest of your sentence, too? If a simple coat of digital paint makes you lash out like a toddler handed the wrong-colored cup, maybe it's time to step away from the keyboard and touch some grass. 

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THE END (FOR NOW)
When I packed my bags, it was with a heavy heart and yet with an eagerness to shape my own future. I was certain that I would meet with Cindy again, so that made saying goodbye a lot easier, but when I saw my father's car coming up the driveway, I felt a surge of rage in my chest. He looked smaller than I remembered him to be, though I was pretty certain that was just a matter of perspective and I felt content when I handed him my suitcase and it immediately slipped out of his hands. He murmured something about me having grown bigger over the past months, but I pretended not to have even heard him. Cindy stayed indoors the entire time and I wondered whether she would come out to greet her half-brother. Then I wondered whether he even knew about the Herculean heritage of Cindy. She had told me he had hired Herculeans to come after her, but did he know his own supposed sister was just a half-sister and that her pedigree was far superior to his? If not, I wouldn't be the one to tell him, figuring that was a secret that only Cindy herself should chose to share. As I took my seat, I was satisfied to notice that the car sagged under my weight.
'You look like you worked out too much,' my father said with a look of slight disgust on his face. 'It doesn't suit you.'
'You think so?' I asked, flexing my biceps and taking a good look at the mound of muscle.
'I'm sure Cindy has gotten all kinds of ideas into your head, but let me make one thing very clear to you: I don't want you to use any drugs and that includes muscle-stimulants. You're a member of our family and we have a standard to live up to.'
'Like blaming each other for alleged crimes?'
I saw my father's fist coming out of the corner of my eye and caught it in mid-air with my open hand. Then I deflected his arm and said as calmly as I could: 'or hitting your child when you think he's rude?'
'You disgust me with those muscles,' my father spoke with ice in his voice. 'You disgust me almost as much as Cindy does and when you're back home, we're gonna put you on a normal diet. You're making a fool of yourself, just the way Cindy does. Because,e tell me, have you ever seen another man on her premises?' And when I remained silent, he continued. 'That's what I mean. No man could be attracted to such a freak of nature. She's like the bearded lady or the woman with the three breasts and she belongs in a circus. Or better yet, in jail. I don't know what she's told you about Shannon, but your girlfriend stood little chance and even if she survives, she'll be a vegetable for the rest of her life.'
'Cindy had nothing to do with that!'
'Is that so? Were you there, as a witness? Because then you'd better speak up.'
'When Shannon comes to, she will reveal the whole truth.'
There was a slight hesitation and a twitching of a muscle in his jaw.
'She won't wake up,' he then said flatly.
'Thanks for that optimistic message,' I said angrily. 'It's my girlfriend you're talking about, even though I don't feel as much for her as I once did.' Then, realizing I had said more that I'd intended, I continued. 'Spending all these months apart without even writing each other a letter might have made me callous, but if she wakes up I have every intention of acting as gallantly as I can towards her.'
'Don't think of yourself as a noble knight,' was his flat reply.
I felt a primal urge to grab him by the neck and choke him, but I restrained myself and just looked out of the window. He was a pitiful man and not worth my anger, I tried to tell myself, yet at the same time he was my father. I might not have gone through all the proper stages of puberty regarding rebelliousness, so maybe I was going to make up for this now. But I was certain that I didn't want to live in a house with him again. I was going to need a place of my own, away from the sickening influence of my parents. It's horrible to belong to nobility, because nobles seem to think that family is everything and that blood determines someone's destiny, rather than actions.
'I don't know what Cindy has been telling you, but you have to understand it's all lies. She lives in a make-believe fairy-tale, but the truth is she was once a kid, just like you and me. I don't know what went wrong and when, but she became delusional and obsessed with her physique. No doubt you've noticed that she's really strong. For a woman,' he added after a moment, and I nearly burst out laughing at his inability to acknowledge even the simple fact that she was way stronger than him or any other man. 'Somehow, somewhere, she must have run into some mad scientist, who has genetically engineered her, but deep inside, she's still the same little girl looking for acknowledgement. In a way she's pathetic,' he snorted and I couldn't believe the lies he was telling me to my face. Did he really believe what he was saying or was it just his way to cover up his own inferiority? 'I knew you visiting her would cause trouble, but I never imagined she would hurt Shannon, an innocent teenager who deserves your love and more. And for what? Simply out of spite, and to blame me! Can you believe it? Ha! Why would I ever hurt Shannon? She's an adorable girl and a perfect daughter-in-law. And how convenient for Cindy: there were no witnesses. Of course, anyone would remember someone fitting her description, so she had to do it in an out-of-the-way corner of the countryside. I didn't even know she could drive a car, but Shannon got hurt really bad. We still don't know if she'll survive and all the while Cindy is keeping you at that farm of hers, telling you all kinds of lies no doubt. I swear, if she wasn't my own sister, I would sue her and hope she'd rot in prison for the rest of her life. She's always been insane, but I never thought she'd go so far as to attempt to kill someone.' By now my father was just ranting and I had no idea whether he still knew that I was sitting next to him in the car. There was a look of madness in his eyes and I expected him at any moment to go into a rage and confess to his own crime, yet at the same time he seemed to believe in his own lies. I wondered how all those years of feeling inferior must have gnawn at his brain and his ego. It could not have been easy to grow up in the shadow of a little sister who overpowered him in every aspect, while all the time being told that he was the head of the family and that he was bred for greatness.
Outside, night was falling and we were still in the car.
Suddenly there was a great chunk of rock on the road and my father hit his brakes as hard as he could, skidding the car in the process.
We seemed to make it past the rock and I was ready to breathe a sigh of relief, but then, to my astonishment and horror, the rock moved! Worse even, it seemed to grow and turn into a man, or what a man would look like when he was 8 feet tall and built like the Hulk. It took me only a moment to conclude that this must be a true Herculean, as it was way bigger even than Aunt Cindy. His muscles were so big that it was almost impossible to see where one body part ended and another began.
'Oh crap!' My father yelled, then threw open his car door and ran off.
I was just sitting there, dumbfounded. It couldn't have been a coincidence that the Herculean was exactly at this point in time and place, but was it after my father or after me? The thing that resembled a head, set between two deltoids so huge that they enveloped the entire head, looked in my direction. I got out of the car as well, but much more slowly, not wanting to provoke the impossible man I was looking at. And then a deep booming voice came out of the mouth. 'Tell your aunt that the debt has been paid. She will understand what I mean even if you don't.' Then he added in a threatening tone: 'Now run!'
And run I did. I heard the sound of crashing metal behind me and when I looked over my shoulder I saw that the Herculean had lifted our car and was compressing it with his bare hands into something which already didn't resemble a car anymore.

That's it for this topic. I'll probably return to Cindy and Roberto later (together or separately), as there's obviously some open ends left. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

[jbeast]

Talk about a cliffhanger, the car and the father seems to have fallen off a cliff. LOL! I will miss checking in the past several weeks to see if there were more Cindy and Roberto adventures, but I'm thankful for what you've given all of us. And if you do come back to writing about Cindy and Roberto, together or separately, I'm sure I'm not alone in saying I would welcome it!

I could identify with the whole Aunt Cindy / Roberto dynamic based on the relationship I had with my first session with a Mistress. I was a 20 yr. old college kid, looking back on it rather innocent, and without much cash. I saw a small B&W print ad in the back of an X rated paper featuring a busty, mature Mistress with short blonde (I guessed) hair, dressed in black leather boots, full corset and black jacket with a smirk on her face, with a phone number and an description of what she was offering - domination and role play. In lust I called. It was a storefront "beauty salon" with a buzzer to get in, and the only way you could get in was by appointment. A receptionist greeted me, brought me into the playroom, asked for the tribute (cheap even for years ago) and was told to strip and wait for the Mistress.

I stripped to my gym shorts. The Mistress, who was certainly not built like Aunt Cindy, was incredibly sexy, walking in wearing a designer olive dress, showing off her cleavage, olive belt and heels. She was a very sexy woman in her late 40s. She circled me, checking me out and asking questions, with me getting an erection. She finally asked, "So you want me to be your next door neighbor, or stepmother?" Thinking of my Mom, that was a complete turn off. I blurted out my fantasy, "You are the Queen who has captured Tarzan." She grinned and I said, "I have a loincloth." She loved the idea said she would change. She returned, not in animal print, but black leather corset, black stockings and high heels. Like Aunt Cindy, the Mistress did notice my erection. While there was no full service, she gave me quite a sexual education that afternoon. After the session in the reception area she asked me if I wanted to play Tarzan at a Manhattan swingers club with her.

While I passed on that opportunity, I called her up daily for a week, and eventually was used to train wanna-be Mistresses for the dungeon she owned and her house slave once. I met someone at school, started dating and left the scene for a decade. When I decided to come back I looked up the Mistress, and while she ran her own dungeon she didn't do sessions much anymore. She did one with me and, when I began sessioning again, picked at least two Mistresses who perfectly matched my fantasies. A dozen years later I got the itch again. I was in my early 40s. She was late 60s, and I  called asking if she remembered me. She responded with, "You still doin' this crap?" and we both laughed. She mentioned she had someone who would be great for me. I said I wanted her. It was around noon on a Saturday, ran over to see her, and no longer the shy college kid I convinced her to do one more session with me. Older? Yes. But she still had the body and the attitude. What a woman.... Taught me a lot.

[Edhellion]

  That sounds like a really wonderful set of experiences Jbeast and very inspiring! It really deserves a topic of its own, as I'm sure it's very relatable to a lot of us and  excellently written. Even more wonderful that it's entirely true, whereas Aunt Cindy is (obviously) all fiction.

Glad you enjoyed reading this story and that you kept thanking me for every post. It really encouraged me to keep writing.