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*quot;Tommy?*quot;

Her voice was familiar. *quot;Up here,*quot; I called.

I heard the stairs in Mom's house creaking as she came closer. I was stuck in bed with a broken leg and cast up to my hip, propped up reading Penthouse Forum Letters, feeling frisky but bored to death. Maybe it was a girl visiting? I could only hope.

*quot;Which room are you, Dear? I haven't been upstairs in the new house.*quot;

Now I knew the voice. I quickly covered myself as Aunt Teri came through the door.

*quot;There you are! I brought you a Milk shake and burgers. I hope you're hungry.*quot;

I was! She pulled up a chair and we sat chatting. My mom's older sister, Teri was 48 to my 19. She was always nice, but stern, never married. Attractive enough, with big boobs which I always tried to scope out. And now she wore a loose tank top and a very thin bra.

*quot;Your mom said you could use company, I hope you don't mind,*quot; she said between bites.

*quot;Not at all! I was going stir-crazy!*quot;

*quot;Good, then. I brought you some magazines. Day-time TV is pretty boring for a young man like you.*quot;

I was expecting SI or Car