Christmas...
Christ was it chaos.
The whole family together in one place, kids going mad, adults getting drunk, oldies dozing in their comfy chairs.
He had missed the celebrations last year due to a part-time job during study, but this time was able to make it back for the most joyous occasion of the year.
Everyone asked about university and he told them about the boring shit he studied. They lost interest quickly and he lost interest in explaining what it was he studied.
But then there was her. Aunt Victoria.
Damn it if she wasn't just... attractive. You know when you're growing up and all your friends say how fucking hot your Aunt is and you have to just shake your head in disagreement, because what else can you do? Agree? Well, he did agree but he didn't confess that to anybody, no fucking way. He had jerked it with her in his mind so many times he couldn't even count. It was confusing for a growing boy going through puberty.
And so when she sat down next to him, looking so interested in what he was doing, it was hard to concentrate, or even get the words out to explain. She had always been suggestive around him and the way she was dressed right now was mindblowing. A tight little red top (which matched her red painted lips) that showed off a little of her cleavage. Not that her tits were massive by any means, but it was still nice to look at.
It was her ass that really stood out. Round, perky, plump, and probably absolutely fuckable. He'd often wondered if she had ever let a man fuck her in the ass. He had to assume yes since it was such a sight to behold. How could any man not beg to fuck that juicy bubble butt? She could make a man do her bidding for a lifetime just for the chance.
And right now it was squeezed in a skirt that ended just above her knees. But as she sat it slid up her smooth thighs, her legs crossed, one foot bouncing as she listened to her nephew talk. Why did she need to wear heels inside? They were black and her long toes were painted to match.
"Mmm, that's really interesting, dear," she hummed, the glow of the fireplace in her eyes reflecting and making it look like she was ignited with intense passion.
He scoffed and shook his head. "The more I talk about it the more I regret taking the damn subject..."
"Aww," she pouts as her hand touches his arm and gently squeezes, "I'm sure it'll get better, honey, just stick with it. Plus, just think of the money you could make..."
His whole body felt like it had just been dipped in both boiling hot and freezing cold water at the same time. He cleared his throat and shifted on the sofa, doing his best not to make it look like he's inching away. "Yeah, no choice now really. Thanks, Aunt Victora, you always know what to say."
The corners of her red lips turned up in a tiny smile and her eyes sparkled. "Anytime." Then she let out a content sigh and shuffled closer to him, her hip touching against his before she rested her head on his shoulder. "I always miss you so much, Rob. Just you being around is comfortable and safe. I feel like you're the only one I can talk to at these family gatherings."
"Uh," his mind raced as it tried to come up with an answer. "Me? I'm like twenty years younger than you. We have like nothing in common.
Her chuckle brought a vibration on his shoulder. "Maybe you just remind me of myself when I was your age. Wish I could feel that young again..." Her hand falls gently upon his thigh.
A cold flush shot up his body. "Aunt Victoria, what are you doing?"
"Hmm?" Her head lifted from his shoulder and she looked up at him with pleading eyes. "What do you mean what am I doing?" Her hand slid up his thigh further, the tips of her black painted fingers brushing against his semi-hard cock. "Don't you find me attractive, dear?" With each part of her lips, her warm breath washed gently over his face and it sent it straight down as fuel for his steadily growing erection.
"It's wrong..." and yet he didn't move out of the way or even remove her hand. How often had he fantasised about this? "The whole family is here..."
She took a glance around the room. "It's late. Everyone is in bed. It's just you and me, darling. Have you ever... thought about having sex with me, Rob?"
"Aunt Victora, I-" he stopped talking as she pressed a finger against his lips.
"I know you have. Don't lie to me, boy." She dragged her finger down his lips and brushed it against his chin as her hand fell to his chest. "Hey, do you remember the time you were forced to stay at my place? Your parents had gone away and I was close enough so they just dumped you at my front door. I had completely forgotten you were coming. Such a ditz."
He shook his head in shame at the memory, unsure of where to look. "I knocked and knocked but you didn't answer. Then I realised that the door was open."
Her smirk widened. "Of course, I had been in the shower and the moment you walked in, I was stepping out of the bathroom, completely naked. Do you remember?
"I'll never forget that moment. It was the first time seeing a real naked woman." He shuddered. It was still so vivid in his mind. "We never talked about it."
"Did anything really need to be said about what happened? You saw me naked. That's all there is to it. Nakedness is normal, isn't it?"
