Jean, his mother's younger sister, arrived at the house bright and early on Saturday morning.
"Hi squirt," she said. Rick didn't resent the slam it was a nickname she had given him when he was born. At the time, she was six and thought the name was cute. They had always been closer than most nephews and aunts, with a typical little girl thought process she felt it was her duty to help take care of him. "Hi Jean," his mother and he said in unison. "What's up?" his mother added.
"Don't you two remember, you promised to help me take some furniture out to the storage shed at Mom and Dad's farm. Didn't you have some too Terri?"
"Oh, I completely forgot, but it doesn't matter for it's all separated in the back bedroom." She turned to her son. "Can you help Rick?"
"Yeah," He said. "I've got nothing planned for the day. Tod's out of town and Jeff is sick in bed, so there's no one to hang out with."
As husky as Rick was, it was still a lot of work to load the bed, chest and boxes from his aunts house and from his own into the pickup. Finally after two hours they were ready to go. Rick covered the load, because it looked like rain and even had to move a couple of the boxes inside the truck setting it on the seat next to Jean.
"You're going to have to sit on Rick's lap," Jean said to Terri, "There won't be enough room otherwise."
"That will be alright, won't it Rick?" his mother said.
"Well as long as you don't weigh a ton, and take up the whole side of the truck," he said laughing.
"I'll have you know I weigh one hundred and five pounds, young man, and I'm only five foot three, not six foot three." She was grinning when she said it, but there was a little bit of pride in her voice. At thirty-six, his mother had the body and looks of a high school senior. Although few high school girls had 36C boobs that were full, firm and had such prominent nipples, plus a number ten ass. Calling his attention to her body was not the best thing she could have done.
He settled himself in the seat and she climbed in and, p