Homecoming

A black 1969 Ford Mustang drove down the winding roads of Redwater City, past city blocks, homes and neighbourhoods as it headed towards its destination in the Oldtown area of this city.

Reaching the gates to Redstone Manor, the eighteen-year-old brownish-blonde hair teenager with hazel eyes with large breasts, and a perfectly thick and curvy ass wrapped up in a mini-skirt and crop-top that highlighted her cleavage, entered the access code, secretly glad to know it hadn't changed since she had last been there three years ago and drove up to the entrance of the manor.

Parking outside the manor, Phoebe Westwood climbed out of her father's car, her heels crunching on the gravel as she locked the car, before stepping towards the entrance of her paternal family's ancestral home.

The doors opened almost as if they were on automatic and Phoebe step through, glancing around the foyer, surprised to see that not much had changed since she was last there although she couldn't see who might have answered the door but could hear voices from another room and coming from the grand staircase in front of her, holding two gorgeous women as they descended the steps deeply focused on their conversation.

“Have you heard from Ryan?” The voice of Phoebe’s Aunt Adrianna Cabot, a tall forty-year-old who looked like she could still past for a woman in her late twenties with a lightly freckled face, long red hair and emerald-green eyes and a slender body with large, firm, round breasts and a curvy ass wrapped up in a knee-length skirt and blouse said to her adoptive sister beside her.

“Not since this stuff with Tommy came out,” Phoebe's other aunt, Elsa Morgan, a tall gorgeous forty-year-old woman who has pale, white skin, long, wavy red hair and hazel eyes, a slender, slightly curvaceous body with large breasts and a firm, curvy ass accentuated by the knee-length dress she wore responded. “Personally, I think he's just trying… Phoebe?” Elsa said in surprise, upon noticing her niece as the pair reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi, Aunt Elsa, Aunt AC,” Phoebe warmly smiled at the pair who walked closer to her, their heels clicking on the marble floor.

“What are you doing here?” Adrianna asked as she gave the young girl a hug. “I thought you were in Tower Hill with your Mom?”

“Mom’s actually here in the States for work, brought me along,” Phoebe said, breaking the hug from Adrianna to hug Elsa. “Thought L.A. might be a fun way to spend my summer vacation.”

“Redwater City's not L.A., sweetie,” Elsa said as they finally broke their hug. “What are you doing here?”

“I got bored,” Phoebe shrugged. “Mom's been in meetings and there's only so many parties I can go to…”

“Is that Peter's car?” Adrianna said in surprise, noticing the vehicle from the window. “Can't be, he's been working and living in L.A.,” Adrianna paused in realization as she looked at Phoebe. “You didn't…”

“Like I said, I got bored,” Phoebe said with a mischievous grin. “Dad left it parked at his penthouse. Figured he wouldn’t miss it for a day or two.”

“Oh, he’s absolutely going to miss it,” Elsa said, crossing her arms. “Your Dad loves that car,"

"God, you really are Peter’s daughter but we're going to have to tell him..." Adrianna said with a shake of her head.

"No, I don't want him to know it was me or that I'm here," Phoebe quickly interrupted.

“Phoebe, you can’t just steal your father’s Mustang and expect us to cover for you,” Elsa hesitated but the look plastered on Phoebe's led the redhead to look over at Adrianna who nodded in agreement. "Fine, does your mother know you're here?"

"Mom thinks I'm at a spa retreat. Relax, she won't check. She's kinda cool like that," Phoebe smiled.

"You're lucky you're cute," Adrianna muttered, before glancing at Elsa. "Just drop a text or something to your Mom and I'll let her know too. Your room is exactly how you left it. This whole thing is the least of our worries right now,”

"And we won't tell your Dad, just stay out of any more trouble," Elsa added. "It's summer vacation and your cousins said they were going to hang out by the pool, they should be able to keep you entertained."

“Oh, perfect. I could use some sun,” Phoebe said, already turning toward the hallway that led to the back gardens but before she could take a step, Elsa caught her wrist.

"Hold on, wild child," Elsa said. "We mean it Phoebe, no more trouble or I call your Mom right now,"

"Relax, Aunt Elsa," Phoebe laughed, twisting her wrist playfully and slipping free from Elsa’s grasp. "I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour. Mostly.”