Three days later, at night Auntie Lapine slid in behind me in my bed.
I could feel her bare breasts against my back, her hips settling against my bottom. I started to slide my hands back to feel her, but again, she brushed my hands away.
"What did I tell you? Always let Auntie. That means always, young man. Understand?"
I nodded in the dark.
"Say it aloud, nephew. If you can."
'If you can.' She had a point. I did not trust my voice with her silky voice in my ear in the dark. I felt her hand lightly caress my hip, knowingly. The thought came to my arousal-addled brain that my aunt knew exactly what she was doing, knew very well that my cock was stiff as a board, throbbing and dripping just at the feel of her softness, her naked skin against my back.
"Well? Say it aloud, sweet boy."
I cleared my throat. When my voice came out it quavered in spite of all the control I struggled for. "Always ... let ... Auntie."
She laughed quietly in my ear, low, smooth, musical. Again it was not in a tone making fun, but in delight. "That's right. Very good. I think it may be time to really begin your training."
I could not keep from trembling, my stomach quivered and I felt rather than heard her voice as it cut through to my core. But what she said raced through my mind. "Training?"
She ran her hands up across my chest and briefly paused as her fingertips traced across my nipples. I hadn't known until that moment how sensitive they were. They never had been before, but then I'd never been caressed by such hands as hers, long-fingered, slender and strong. I gave a small quivering moan.
"I love how sensitive you are. I love to touch you. You're so sensitive I could play you like an instrument." She shifted behind me and rolled me over onto my back, laying close to me, her soft breast rubbing against my upper arm. "Hands underneath your bottom again, my sweet."
I groaned as I obeyed. "God, Auntie I need to touch you, to know how you feel."
She laughed again, the music of her voice decorating the darkness. "I know. Perhaps after you're properly trained. I'll teach you exactly what to do and how to do it. But you must trust me and promise to obey in all things. That's the condition. Agreed?" Her hands slid over my quivering stomach.
I moaned again and my hips moved of their own accord. "Oh dear sweet gentle god..." My stomach and thigh trembled, out of my control.
"Agreed?"
"Yes, Auntie, god yes anything yes ..."
She whispered in my ear. "Good boy. Lesson one, you must tell me when you're about to cum, my dear."
