Title: Roughing it Up
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: PG-13
Length: 656
Content notes: incest pairing, weapons, role reversal- Allison is Kate's Aunt
Author notes: for fan_flashworks and femtrope bingo



"Don't stay out past dark, your Aunt Allison is flying in tonight," Victoria reminded her.

"Yes Mom, I won't shred too many targets," Kate replied, rolling her eyes.

"I saw that young lady, where exactly are you going?" she asked.

"Range, Dad said he put a new gun in my locker," Kate said with excitement.

Victoria smiled, "Just remember not to show off too much in front of the others."

Kate made a disparaging noise, "Please, like anyone will be there at four o'clock on a Thursday. But I'll be careful, bye Mom!"

Kate rode her dirt bike over to the range, it had been a compromise between a bicycle and motorcycle. Assuming her grades stayed up, and her favor didn't decrease in the hunting community, she was allowed to trade it in for an actual motorcycle on her eighteenth birthday- only eight more months to not mess anything up.

She parked her bike in its usual spot, and was pleased to see only one other car in the lot, Jeremy's, an older man who ran the place. Kate popped in to sign in, grab a few sheets, and then headed to her locker with glee. Her father didn't often let her try out new guns alone, and even rarer was a new gun for her.

There was a gorgeous dark rifle in her locker, and she ran her fingers along the pretty grey metalwork. It was one of the new Vanguard guns from Weatherby, the Back Country. She had been ogling it for quite some time, but she hadn't actually expected to get the gun. With a wide grin she brought her new toy out to the range, and began shooting.

Kate shot through the centers of three targets within the next hour, her fingers practically caressing the warming metal. This was by far her best gun. The trigger didn't have any creep to it, like her first rifle had. It was lighter than her other rifles too, and would be perfect during a long hunt. It shot the .240 slightly better than the .30-06, but Kate didn't mind, she was used to shooting .240.

To no one's surprise, Kate was late to dinner. She came in with a rushed apology, a quick hug to Allison, and sat at the table.

"So, I hear you got a new gun," Allison commented, while Kate spooned some pasta onto her plate.

"She's gorgeous- lightweight, wicked accurate, and her kickback isn't that bad," Kate answered.

"Kate, we've been talking about you apprenticing under a hunter for some time now," her mother cut in, "and Allison offered to mentor you if you want."

Allison had agreed to mentor her.

Allison.

Her sexy Aunt, who was only a few years older than her and was absolutely magnificent with her favored bow. She had heard the tales about apprentices and their mentors; it was almost universally known in the hunting community that they tended to get together. Two years of intimate bonding would either form a romantic relationship, or two really close best friends. Hell, her father had apprenticed under her mom, and they got married the moment he was done.

They were offering her a guilt-free way to hit on her aunt, to spend endless hours with her aunt. Her head was spinning at the possibilities. They would be hunting together, being out in the wild together, roughing it up together. And if Kate had any say there would be quite a bit of suggestive roughing up going on.

Kate tried for an innocent smile, "That would be great, I have a lot to learn with knives especially."

Allison nodded simply, "We can start this weekend with hand to hand combat, and then add in small weaponry."

Chris gave a small smile, "Formal training will be good for you Kate, and who knows, maybe you'll start coming to dinner on time."

The table chuckled, and Kate couldn't help but agree.