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Chapter 18(STL)
🕑 Added 2025-08-21 15:26:32 +0000 UTCTravis walked back home, his mind still running through the list of things he needed to get done.
The sky was turning orange as the sun dipped lower, shadows stretching long across the pavement. When he reached his house, he pulled open the creaky garage door, the familiar scent of dust, oil, and metal filling the air.
He stepped inside, scanning the shelves before reaching up to grab the old shovel hanging on the wall. Its handle was smooth from years of use, the wood warm under his palm. A small grin tugged at his lips.
' Perfect. Now I’m ready.' He thought.
But just as he slung it over his shoulder and turned toward the door, footsteps approached from inside the house.
The door swung open and in walked Jenny, arms crossed, her expression already sharp.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing at the sight of him.
Her gaze flicked down to the shovel, and one eyebrow arched in amusement. "What’s with the shovel? Going to bury your dreams?"
She laughed at her own joke, the sound echoing harshly in the cramped space.
Travis didn’t even flinch. His unimpressed stare stayed locked on her until the corner of his mouth lifted. "No. I just came from burying the hope that you’ll ever get a job."
Jenny’s smirk evaporated instantly. Her jaw dropped, then tightened, her voice sharp with irritation. "Not funny! Now tell me—where are you going with the shovel?"
"Aunt Diane gave me a job," he replied smoothly, leaning against the wall with forced nonchalance.
Her face twisted in disbelief. He could almost see the gears grinding in her head as she processed it.
"What! She never offered me a job," Jenny snapped, her tone thick with betrayal. "After all these years of me being nice to her, smiling, acting polite, helping her with shopping—and she does me like this?"
Travis gave a shrug, crossing his arms casually. "Yeah, well, I doubt you would’ve taken it anyway. It’s manual labor, and that’s something you’d avoid like the plague."
Jenny glared, hands planted on her hips. "You know, you really get me. It’s just sad that you have to be such a bitch about it."
He raised an eyebrow, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why are you even here? Looking for spare change in Debbie's car—again?"
Her nostrils flared, but she shook her head. "No! I’m looking for batteries. We used to have a ton of them lying around here. Do you know where they are or not?"
Travis tilted his head, pretending to think. "Hmm… last I checked, bottom row. The box on the left."
Jenny huffed and walked over. Standing there in nothing but her purple panties, she bent forward to dig through the box.
The garage light and slanted sunlight framed her body perfectly—her smooth thighs flexing as she leaned down, her panties hugging tight against her curves. The thin fabric clung to her so closely that the outline beneath was teasingly visible.
Travis froze for a second, shovel still resting against his shoulder. His lips tugged into a slow grin.
' Damn… '
Jenny, completely absorbed in rummaging through the box, had no idea his eyes lingered on her every curve.
The vibrant color of her underwear seemed to glow in the sunlight, every small movement of her hips practically taunting him.
She finally stood up with a small pack of batteries in hand, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Without missing a beat, she flashed him a victorious grin. "You’re actually useful sometimes."
And then, with a smirk and zero modesty about her state of dress, she started back toward the door. "Peace out, loser!"
Travis let out a chuckle, shaking his head as she strutted away in nothing but her panties. He adjusted the shovel on his shoulder, a faint smile playing at his lips.
' Time to meet my beautiful aunt,' he thought, anticipation building as he set off toward Diane’s house.
Travis walked for a few minutes and arrived at Diane's house. It was a well-kept two-story home with large windows, surrounded by a garden full of neatly trimmed bushes and vibrant flowers.
From the outside, you might assume it was a family home, but Diane lived alone, except for her beloved garden, which she treated like family.
Diane herself was an attractive woman in her early mid thirties, with striking grey eyes that seemed to notice everything and a confident posture. Her short hair framed her face perfectly, giving her a mature yet stylish look. She had been divorced for years and wasn’t interested in dating, at least not until now.
Travis pushed open the front gate, which creaked slightly, and glanced around. The garden was lush, with roses and lilies lining the stone pathway to the front door. He hesitated for a moment, looking at the door as a strange feeling crept up on him.
'For some reason, I don’t feel like knocking on the front door,' he thought.
He walked around her yard, admiring the well-kept plants and flower beds, and soon found himself in the backyard. The garden was a peaceful sight—rows of colorful flowers, a couple of fruit trees, and neatly arranged vegetable patches.
While he was taking it all in, the backdoor creaked open, and he saw Diane stepping out. She was dressed in her gardening outfit: a fashionable cream-colored wide-brimmed sunhat with a purple ribbon, matching purple earrings, a white shirt tucked into sturdy overalls, and tan gloves covering her hands.
Diane noticed him and a bright smile instantly bloomed on her face. She hurried over to him, her steps quick and full of excitement.
"Travis!" she called out as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Travis smiled, feeling her warmth, and hugged her back just as warmly.
"Aunt Diane, how have you been?" he asked, patting her back gently.
Diane held onto him a little longer than usual, as if she didn’t want to let go just yet.
"I've been well. And you?" she asked, finally pulling away, though her face remained just inches from his, her eyes filled with affection.
"I’ve been good too," Travis replied, still smiling. "Debbie said you had a job for me?"
Diane nodded eagerly and stepped back to gesture toward her garden. "Yes, I do. Let me show you what I need help with."
As they got there she turned towards him with a smile " So I've been really busy with my side job, I don't have much time for my garden, which is why I called you here," she said.
"No worries, I'm always willing to help. So when should I start? Also, I brought a shovel with me. Don't know why though," he said, revealing the shovel to her.
Diane's face lit up with happiness as she suddenly jumped into his arms. He caught her, his hands gripping her by her ass, enjoying its soft, jelly-like feel. She got down and smiled up at him.
"You're such a godsend. I was honestly in need of one—mine broke recently, as you can see," she said, pointing to the broken shovel leaning against the wall. "I was worried, but now I'm sure you can start right away. Let me just explain the process."
' Future knowledge is a cheat on it own' he thought.
TO BE CONTINUED
