Revealing truth behind Aunt’s nick name – part 2

“Thanks?” she laughed, “Not too smooth yet, are you?”

“Should I be with my aunt?”

“Nope.” She shook her head, causing her long hair to drift across her face, “I like you being a good boy. So how about you find something fun on demand and we’ll order it?”

“Well I…hey!”

Auntie had lifted the sheet and I pulled it back down.

“Why so shy?” she asked, then grinned, “Are you just in your underwear?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Well then I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Good, because I…” I stopped in mid sentence when Auntie started unbuttoning the black shirt. “W…what are you doing?”

“Making us even.”

She got to the last button and slipped the shirt from her shoulders, letting it drop on the floor. Oh, fuck me, I thought. She was wearing a pair of black lace shorts that hugged her thighs and except for a patch between her legs was transparent. The top was a black bra that barely covered the lower half of her tits and as I stared at them I felt my cock trying to lift the laptop.

“See? Now I’m in my undies!”

Auntie lifted the sheet again and this time I slid over to the side and she slipped under the sheet. She immediately moved over next to me and sitting up against the pillows, put her arm around my shoulders.

“So what were you watching on your laptop?”

“Oh, uh, just some dumb YouTube thing.”

I tried to keep my voice steady. Auntie was directly next to me and I could feel the length of her warm soft leg against mine. I fought to keep my eyes on the blank laptop and not look over at her breasts.

“Can I watch?” She asked

“No, it was stupid and…”

“Because you weren’t watching you tube were you?” she grinned, “I heard the distinct sound of moaning as I came down the stairs.” She poked my arm, “You were watching porn weren’t you?”

“I…you got me.” I looked away, embarrassed.

“Hey don’t worry I watch porn all the time!” she laughed, “I don’t use my hand though I just go through a lot of batteries!”

“TMI Auntie.”

“Really?” she turned so she was now leaning against the headboard and I gasped when her leg draped over mine. “I don’t think you mind me telling you dirty things about me.”

“I…you know I don’t think my mom would want you down here and…”

“And why is that, Henry? Why do you think my older sister doesn’t want me near her little boy?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“I think you do.” Auntie replied.

Sliding down the bed, she rested her head on my shoulder and put her hand on my chest. Her thigh was over mine and I swore I could feel the heat from between her legs pressing against my outer thigh.

“I…I guess it’s what you do or did for work.”

“Part of it. She doesn’t like that I danced and it is embarrassing to her that her little sister sucked cock for a hundred dollars a whack.”

“Auntie, I don’t think…”