"It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life, for me, and I'm feeling good," sang Nina Simone, except it wasn't Nina Simone singing along to herself, it was Upskirt Aunt. It was Saturday morning and the morning after the night before, the night that ensured her life would never be the same again, and she was up a little bit later than she would usually be thanks to sleeping miraculously well, which itself was thanks to what happened. She walked out of the bathroom and back into her darkened bedroom wearing just a towel around her, having just gotten out of the shower and done her hair and makeup, and she walked over to the window and pulled up the blind.
The morning sun beamed in through the window and illuminated the room, shining upon the motionless face of her darling nephew who was still cocooned within the warm, comfortable confines of his aunt's bed. His eyes twitched as the sunlight penetrated the thin membrane of his eyelids, waking him from his aunt-fueled slumber. "You can't stay in bed all day, sweetie," she prodded him, despite the idea of staying in bed all day with her nephew and getting up to no good being a most tempting proposition.
She took herself to the clothes drawer on what now appeared to be Tom's side of the bed, looking for some clothes to don on this momentous day. Tom's eyes peeked open as his aunt bent over to pick clothing out of the bottom drawer, Upskirt Aunt naturally continuing to upskirt simply because she couldn't help herself, or, more accurately in this instance, up-towel, if that was even a thing. She loved flaunting herself to her nephew and loved being ogled by him because he was who and what she wanted.
Despite sleep still gilding his eyes, Tom was conscious enough to look at his aunt bent over with her backside practically in his face. No matter how exhausted he was, he wouldn't miss that for the world. "Come on, up you get. Come meet me downstairs for breakfast," she ushered her nephew, and then Upskirt Aunt took herself back into the changing room to get dressed. Inspired by both his wake-up call and wanting to spend more time with his aunt, Tom summoned the strength to get himself up out of bed despite having expended a great deal of his strength the night before.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his feet abandoning the warm solace of the duvet and resting upon the carpeted floor of his aunt's bedroom, and just as he stood up, his aunt exited the dressing room, headed through the bedroom and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. "Don't be long!" she jollily shouted as she descended the stairs. Tom made his way to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and jumped into the shower to take the quickest shower he had ever taken, wanting both to quickly join his aunt for breakfast but not smell all the while.
It was quick but it was sufficient, and he stepped back out of the shower, dried himself off, and got dressed. His hair was a bit messed up from the events of the night before, but with a touch here and an adjustment there, he made it all right again. He looked at himself in the mirror and mentally prepared himself for the conversation he was going to have with his aunt. Usually, Tom would talk to her about anything and everything and he'd be comfortable doing so, however, this would be the first time that they had properly engaged in conversation since they had engaged in something else altogether the night before.
Their dynamics and their relationship had changed, and it was both thrilling and nerve-racking at the same time as it wasn't every day that one fucked their aunt. Well, it hadn't
been
every day, but maybe it would be from now on. One could hope. Up, showered, and dressed, Tom was ready to face the day and, more importantly, face his aunt. He followed the path set by his aunt and exited the bedroom, descended the stairs, and made his way to the kitchen where she was eagerly waiting for him.
He walked in, happy, and greeted his aunt. "Good morning!" he cheered.
"Good morning, darling!" she replied gleefully, "How did you sleep?"
"Tremendously well," he answered, "Almost too well, sorry."
"Don't be sorry at all," his aunt insisted, "I overslept too. I haven't been that tired in quite some time," she said in jest, clearly referencing their frolic last night. Tom blushed slightly, though he couldn't disagree. "Please, come and sit down," Upskirt Aunt invited him, "Let's eat."
Tom sat down opposite his aunt and beside a cup of tea that was waiting there for him, and he chivalrously asked his aunt to pour herself a bowl of their favourite cereal before he poured one for himself.
She did just that, then Tom followed suit. The milk poured over the Rice Krispies and they began to snap, crackle, and pop, then the new lovers tucked into their first meal of the day and first meal of their new lives. The pair made small talk over breakfast, talking about what they could do today in between spoonfuls of Rice Krispies and sips of tea, fuelling themselves for the day ahead. "I was thinking that we could go for a walk so I can show you the area, what do you think?"
"I'd like that, thank you," her nephew responded, the two sharing an affinity for walking, and hopefully their new lives would provide them with the opportunity to do it together.
They continued to talk as they always did, candidly, confidently, and engagingly, and they soon finished their breakfast, leaving them just with their tea. Upskirt Aunt stood up from the table and picked up the empty bowls, her nephew thanking her, and she placed them in the sink to be taken care of later. "Shall we head into the sitting room?" she asked her nephew, and he agreed that was a splendid idea. Tom stood up and began to walk into the living room, his aunt slowly following behind him, however, Upskirt Aunt - unable to tiptoe around the subject any longer - succumbed. "Tom..." she stopped him, "About last night..."
Tom froze. What about last night? Was it not good for her? What if he wasn't good enough? Had he not satisfied her, or had he disappointed her? Catastrophic thoughts ran through his mind about what she was going to say, bracing himself for bad news, to hear that he wasn't what she wanted after all and that this new life of theirs had already run its course before it had even begun. He turned to face her, trepidation written across his face, and then he replied. "What about last night?" Tom listened on intently.
"I..." she started, her words escaping her, "...I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I dreamt about you, again, this time vividly. Last night, you made me feel... like me."
Upskirt Aunt hadn't been able to stop thinking about last night but didn't really recall it clearly either. It was a blur, her body and mind had been on a revelatory journey having been transported to another plain, to another space. All she knew was that they'd done it, finally, that she loved it beyond, that it made her feel like herself, and that she wanted more.
Tom took a step toward her, closing the physical divide between them. It was
