Step aunt juli

The door opened, and a cool Montana November breeze blew in, scented with fresh pine, and then… Julie!

Julie, 32, middle sister of Juliet, Helena’s passionate yoga instructor, 180 cm tall, 80 kg of lean muscle. Dark blue jeans that clung to her legs like a second skin, clean white Nike sneakers, a loose gray hoodie over her chest, and a white balaclava pulled over her long, wavy brown hair that peeked out from under the hat. In her right hand was a bright pink gym bag, in her left a large box of fresh doughnuts from Sweet Helena Bakery.

“Hello, Auntie’s little boy!” Her voice was like a siren of joy.

Before Smith could say a word, Julie entered with a little yoga leap, kicked the door shut, threw the bag and box on the floor, and with two strong hands grabbed Smith by the armpits, lifted him up, spun him around, like a light rag doll, and then hugged him tightly. Her kisses poured like a spring rain: right cheek, left cheek, forehead, tip of nose, chin, and cheeks again.

“Julie! Let me go, I’m eating breakfast!” Smith struggled, but his thin 60 kilos were like feathers against Julie’s 80 kilos of muscle.

Julie burst out laughing, capturing Smith’s lips with a loud kiss: “Of course you smell like eggs too! Let’s eat together, Auntie Junette is hungry!”

Without putting Smith down, she walked towards the kitchen with one hand under his hips and the other around his waist. Smith was hanging in her arms like a five-year-old, his legs dangling in the air.

“Julie! I’m a big boy! I can walk by myself!”

“Shhh! Good kids stay with their aunts until they have breakfast.” With a mischievous wink, Julie stopped Smith from sitting on the kitchen counter, but she stood behind him, wrapped her arms around Smith’s chest, and rested her chin on his head.

“Now let’s see what we have…” Her eyes fell on Smith’s half-eaten plate. “Oooh, just a half-eaten one? This isn’t breakfast, it’s a snack!”

With a quick movement, Julie picked Smith up again and went to the refrigerator. Smith, his head down, could only hear Julie's laughter and the smell of the Ocean Breeze perfume she always wore.

"Julie! I'm going crazy!"

"Don't worry, your aunt is a yoga instructor, her balance is impeccable!"

Julie opened the refrigerator door with one hand, holding Smith with the other. Five sausages, five crispy bacon, a can of peas and corn, three fresh eggs, and a package of cheddar cheese. She dumped them all on the counter.

Smith finally sat down, but Julie caught him again, this time on her lap, on the high chair next to the table. Smith was wedged between Julie's muscular arms, his back to Julie's chest, his legs in the air.

"Now sit down, little one. Your aunt is making you a breakfast of champions."

Julie held Smith around her waist with one arm, and with the other she put the pan on the stove. She poured oil, dropped the sausages in, and the sound of “Jizzzz” went out. Smith tried to get up, but Julie stopped him with a quick tickle under his arm.

“Julie! Stop it!”

“Bad kids don’t eat breakfast!” Julie laughed, added the bacon, cracked the eggs, and poured in the peas and corn. The smell of food filled the whole house.

Five minutes later, the breakfast plate was ready. Julie pulled Smith to her feet, placed the plate in front of him, but she took the spoon herself.

“Open your mouth, the plane is coming!”

“Julie, I’m 27!”

“Your aunt always says you’re 5!” Julie shoved a large spoonful of sausage and eggs and chopped bacon into Smith’s mouth. Smith frowned, but chewed. Julie ate most of her breakfast herself, with the greed of an athlete.

Smith would occasionally try to grab the spoon, but Julie would grab it back with a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Julie, I don’t like being in your arms…” Smith muttered, but Julie just laughed.

“I know, I know. But your aunt can’t help herself!”

When breakfast was over, Julie picked Smith up again, this time like a light bride, carrying him over to the couch.

“Now it’s time for donuts and stories! Which donut do you want? Chocolate or vanilla?”

Smith just sighed.

This was the only hug he didn't really like... but he knew Julie wouldn't let him go.