The rain had slowed to a light drip outside Aunt Daisy's living room. The TV glowed soft, throwing shadows over us as we sat on her gray couch. A bowl of popcorn sat half-eaten, ignored, and Daisy was on her third glass of wine, her face pink, her laughs too loud at the rom-com's silly lines. I still had on the yellow sundress she'd talked me into, the red lace thong and bra sticking to me, a secret buzz I hid by slumping back with a soda can. The room smelled like butter and her lavender candle, keeping us cozy.
"You're a hoot in that dress, Roolk," Daisy said, laughing as she pulled her legs up. "You've got Skye's whole thing--her attitude, her grins. It's like she's here."
I grinned, leaning back, the wig's curls tickling my neck. "Guess I'm good at it. Must've got Mom's charm." And her taste in lace, I thought, the thong's light hold firing me up inside.
We talked over the movie--she mumbled about wanting a salon, I dodged girlfriend talk with quick jokes about school. "You're too cute to be single," she teased, poking me with her foot. I laughed, but inside I was buzzing--cute, huh? Wait till you see what's under here.
When the movie ended, she stretched, yawning. "Another one? I'm not done yet." Her green flowery dress slid up her leg, and I snuck a peek before looking back at the screen. "Sure," I said, grabbing the remote. "You pick."
She went for a goofy horror movie, and soon we were cracking up at the fake blood, her wine-loose self scooting closer till her head landed on my shoulder. "You're comfy," she mumbled, her breath sharp with wine. I let her stay, her heat coming through the thin dress. Just hanging out, I told myself. No big deal.
Then it hit--my dick moved, getting hard against the lace, bumping her hip as she shifted. She tensed, and my heart raced. She knows. But she didn't budge, didn't say a word, just breathed quicker. Maybe the wine, or something else, kept her there. I tried it out, moving my hips a little, rubbing against her butt. She let out a soft breath, and I went further, my hand sliding up her side, then grabbing her chest through her dress. A quiet "Roolk..." came out, sloppy and unsure. I stopped, but she didn't move away, and that was my sign.
"I shouldn't," she whispered, voice shaky as I squeezed her chest, thumb rubbing her nipple. "You're... my nephew." It was a weak fight, lost in the heat growing between us. I pressed more, my hard-on strong against her, and her body gave in, the doubt turning into a shake.
"It's fine," I said low, easy and smooth. "Just us." My hand lifted her dress, fingers brushing her leg, then moving up. She opened her legs a bit, and I knew she was in.
What came next was 25 minutes of messy, wild want--our bodies tangled up, moving fast and needy, the red lace thong never coming off, just pulled down to my knees, the bra still on me. I yanked her dress off, her bra and underwear hitting the floor as she messed with my sundress, tugging it over my head to show my chest, the red lace standing out. She paused, eyes flicking over it, but want beat her worry.
She started on her knees, bold from the wine, hands wobbly as she grabbed me through the thong's stretched fabric. "This is nuts," she mumbled, but her mouth opened, and she took me in, slow at first, then more, her tongue moving as I groaned, hands grabbing her hair. The thong hung at my knees, the bra's straps digging in as I pushed a little, her warm wet mouth driving me crazy. She pulled back, breathing hard, then used her hand, stroking me steady and slow, her thumb playing at the top till I was gasping, hips jerking.
"Lie back," I said rough, pushing her onto the couch. She did it, legs opening as I got between them, the thong still at my knees. I spread her thighs, going down to taste her--salty, wet, strong. My tongue flicked her spot, then went deeper, her moans getting loud as she grabbed my wig, hips pushing against my face. "Roolk--fuck," she gasped, shaking as I licked and sucked, her wet coating my chin.
