In the hug

Half an hour later, the fireplace was still crackling, but Smith lay like a tired doll in Julie’s arms. The wet white towel was now half-dry, Smith’s hair stuck to his forehead. Julie rose with a soft movement, carrying Smith in her arms like a light, feathery bag, and headed for the **master bedroom**—Smith and Juliet’s room.

She pushed open the large wooden door with her shoulder, the smell of Juliet’s clean sheets and her own vanilla perfume mingled. The large double bed, Juliet’s wooden dresser, the tall mirror. Julie laid Smith on the bed, unfolded the towel, Smith stripped naked again, embarrassed, but no longer in a hurry.

“Now it’s time for the little dress!” Julie leaned down, planted a loud kiss on the tip of Smith’s penis, then gave him a soft, playful bite with her teeth. Smith let out a strangled scream, holding his hand in front of him.

“Julie… no…”

Julie laughed, then grabbed Smith’s buttocks with both hands, planted a big kiss on each buttock, then another gentle bite. “Auntie’s kids should have their aunt’s mark!”

From Smith’s closet, she took a **tight blue jeans**, lifted Smith up, pulled the pants up, zipped them up. Then she pulled a **her own loose gray hoodie** – which had always been too big for Smith – over her head, put the hoodie’s cap on. Finally, she pulled a **Juliet white wool hat** down over her ears.

“Now you look like Aunt Joni’s bunny!”

Julie held Smith in her arms again, this time like a light bride, one arm under her hips, the other around her waist. She opened the door, the cold November Montana air with the scent of fresh pine in their faces.

“Let’s go outside, little one! Aunt Joni wants to swing in the backyard!”

Smith, wrapped in warm clothes, a wool hat, his face still red from gas and kisses, only whispered, “Julie… it’s cold…”

Julie laughed, hugged Smith tighter, and walked toward the backyard of the villa—the light snow from yesterday was still on the grass, the tall pine trees, the wooden bench. Julie swung Smith like a human swing, her legs swinging in the air.

“Aunt Junie’s swing has begun!”

In Aunt Julie’s arms, under the blue Montana sky, Smith just closed his eyes and waited for this constant game to end… or maybe, just a little, he was getting used to it.