Chapter 74
After the scream, the shock was so huge that my pussy literally dried up in an instant. I was in the shower, hand between my legs, almost hitting the spot, when that sharp knock came and the yell echoed. It sounded like it was at the bathroom door, not the bedroom, and the door was just ajar, my ass clenched right up. I didn't know the aunt's house all that well, and jerking off in someone else's bathroom is fucking awful, like the walls have ears and eyes.
I yelled out a "I'm coming out!" to cover, heart in my throat. I got out of the tub dripping, dried off in a rush with the towel hanging there, slapped on some lotion quick on my face and body. Grabbed my bag, tossed it on the bed, opened it up and stood there thinking and laughing about the kid.
"Why the hell am I suddenly dying to jump him?" I muttered to myself, staring at the ceiling like I expected my guardian angel to show up and talk some sense into me. But I think that one's long gone, the bastard must've bailed ages ago, leaving just the devil chuckling on my shoulder.
I'd packed three pajama sets. One was just a simple cotton nightgown that covered everything but still let you imagine what was underneath. Another was a cuter, more modest thing with lace edges and even a robe to match—I brought it in case I had to leave the room at night. And the third was the short-and-top set I fucking loved, but I had to be careful 'cause the fabric was way too thin, the strap kept slipping and letting my tits almost spill out, and the whole thing hugged my body tight, outlining the curve of my ass and the bulge of my pussy like I'd stepped out naked and just slapped some cloth on top.
Guess which one I put on? The short-and-top set, obviously, that super thin one that barely holds my tits in and shows off my pussy!
I crossed the bedroom door and he was already coming up the stairs, plate in hand with pizza and a soda, all sweet like a well-mannered boy. Me, remembering I'm the adult here, said:
"Hey sweetie, thanks, hand it over."
I took the plate and glass carefully so I wouldn't drop anything.
"Should we eat in the kitchen? It's not good to eat in the bedroom."
"But I eat there, my mom doesn't care," the annoying teen said.
"You eat in your room 'cause you're a little pig, Mr. Tommy."
He laughed and followed me to the kitchen, like a puppy trailing after a bone.
We sat at the counter, facing each other. I was careful to pull my chair back a bit from the table—simple reason: every time I leaned forward to grab something, he'd get way too good a view of me, like front-row tickets to a private show.
And sure enough. Guys think they can hide it, think we're clueless and don't notice. I gave him space to get comfy, pretended I didn't see a thing. But every time my eyes met his, they were glued inside my top.
I dropped my gaze to see what he was seeing: at most the areola, light against my skin. My tits are gorgeous, everyone says so, two firm handfuls, cute nipples when they're hard—just wish they were closer together, these bad boys are too far apart.
One time it was hilarious, I was scratching my leg, think it was the bath salts, I should've rinsed off after to get that shit off. Had to lean in more, and boom, full window view. When I sat back up straight, his face was practically buried in my top. Of course he realized I saw, his face went white and he stopped talking mid-sentence.
"Boy!" I said, pretending to be offended, clutching my top like a shield. "What are you staring at, you perv?"
"No, Aunt Julia, I was looking at your pendant," he pointed to the thin gold chain with the star and moon. Sometimes I forgot I was wearing it, never took it off.
I laughed, had to hold back from busting out loud and waking the neighbors. Tried to sound serious, but the giggles hit me like a truck.
"Tommy... Tommy!"
"You can't just ogle girls like that!"
My teacherly tone came out totally ridiculous, anyone with a shred of self-preservation would've told me to fuck off.
"You've never seen some tits up close, kid?" I followed up right away.
He cleared his throat, thought for a second...
"No, not live..." he said sadly, eyes locked on the pizza so he wouldn't have to face me.
The urge to lift my top right then and say "Well, take a good look at these two, buddy!" was massive, but I resisted like a champ. It was fun 'cause with him, I had zero fear—from my stepdad, I was scared shitless, and look how far I got with that asshole.
"Oh! Not live, but on your phone... You watch porn, that shrinks your dick, you know!" I teased him.
"Liar, it doesn't shrink anything, and I don't watch much," he said with all the confidence of his dad.
"Yeah, right..." I gave him this cynical, naughty, judging look, deliberately making the kid squirm.
"You watch porn, Aunt Julia?"
"Aunt? I'm not your aunt, kid..." I shot back, not 'cause it bugged me, but to dodge the bold-ass question.
He scratched his head laughing, grabbed another slice, cut it and took a bite. He kept going only after swallowing.
"We're cousins, right?"
"No, but your mom was gonna be my godmother!" I replied, thinking how much better my future would've been with that.
"But I wish you were my cousin!"
I cracked up at that.
"No way, kid, you wouldn't want that," right then the list of all the cousins I'd hooked up with flashed in my mind, and thinking of him as a horny teen, I changed my tune. "Yeah, I guess you'd like having me as a cousin. I'm cool."
"If you were my cousin, I'd ask you for some advice."
"Really? What kind?" I don't need to be family to give you a tip or two.
He thought about it, like he was piecing the idea together in his head. He glanced at my tits again while I crossed my arms on the table. He only looked away when I pointed to my eyes with my fingers, showing him where to really look.
He took a deep breath, embarrassed again. And went on.
"There's this girl at school I like, but I don't know how to approach her. She's autistic and doesn't get things right."
"But autistic how?" I asked, curious. "There are a lot of types of autism."
That hit me with a little panic.
"She's the hyperfocus type only."
I took a bite, my last piece, still worried but a bit relieved.
"Just ask her out, duh!"
"Like that, out of nowhere?" he made a shocked face like it was unimaginable.
"Yeah, exactly, you gotta have guts!" I clinked my utensils on the plate, drained my glass and headed to the sink. "Take her to the movies and sneak some kisses."
"But Aunt Julia, uh..." he caught the mistake and fixed it quick. "Jully, I don't have the guts, and she doesn't give me an opening, and even if I did manage it, I don't even know how to kiss!"
I was turned away, wrestling with my conscience about leaving the dirty plate for the cleaner tomorrow or not. My attention split between what he was saying and where his eyes were—I knew he was checking out my ass, this short showed the outline of my panties and hugged tight as fuck. But what he said caught me off guard.
"Wait, did I hear that right?" I turned to him, and he looked ashamed for getting busted, but I ignored it. "You've never kissed on the mouth?"
He turned red, almost hid his face in the plate.
"Don't make fun of me, please," his tone came out all whiny.
I won't even tell you what went through my head right then, but a plan was already forming, like a devil whispering in my ear.
"Kid, finish eating that, go upstairs, take your shower and brush your teeth."
And the little puppy obeyed right away, no complaints.
I fucking loved his obedience.
And right there in the middle of the kitchen, I discovered that obedient people get me wet.