I was a shy awkward kid growing up and not much had changed by the time I entered adulthood. At 21 I was still living with my parents, my older sister had moved out years prior. By this point most of my friends had moved out of home or were at least progressing towards it, I however was no closer than when I left school. They also had girlfriends which I too was incapable of, thanks to my failure to ever get past the friend's zone. Life as an adult was grim and depressing, that was until my Aunty came to stay.
Aunt Sarah was almost ten years younger than my mother and had always been the more cheerful outgoing of the two. Due to this it was upsetting to see her so low when she moved into my parent's house after a messy divorce. She had lost most of their assets and was unemployed at the time so needed support. My parents gave her my sister's old room until she was able to get back on her feet.
It took a couple of months after she moved in before she started to return to her positive self and find a job. Even though she was almost double my age we had formed a bit of a sibling relationship, we got along better than I ever did with my real sister. In a way we were supporting each other in what was a hard time for us both.
As we grew more comfortable Aunt Sarah started asking me more about my love life and why I didn't have a girlfriend yet. I was not overly comfortable discussing the subject, but she kept pushing. She claimed not to understand how a stud like me couldn't get a girl and tried to convince me I was a catch. As much as she tried on many occasions, she did not get much out of me as I didn't want to admit that I was so insecure about myself.
One night my parents took my Aunty and I out for dinner to celebrate her birthday. We had a good time and afterwards Aunt Sarah asked if we would all like to continue celebrating at a nearby bar. My parents declined but suggested the two of us go out to celebrate together instead. It was a great night out and we could chat more freely with my parents not around. After a few rounds I had loosened up and was a bit more willing to talk about my life to her. She took advantage of this and returned to the subject of my love life. She is a gifted talker and finally managed to breakthrough my barrier and get me talking.
I expressed to her that I was a Virgin, which I'm sure she already suspected, and that I had no confidence flirting with girls. She was giving me pointers on how best to approach girls I was interested in and slowly working to boost my confidence. As the drinks continued, I became very open to her and telling her far more than I would have ever wished to. I don't recall the question she asked, yet it led to me admitting to her that I felt insecure about the size of my penis. She laughed and tried to assure me that six inches is normal and that women love a Cock regardless of its size or shape, so long as the man knows how to use it. She went on to say that she was sure my rod, as she called it, would be very desirable to any girl.
As the night went on, we talked about a lot and had a great time. We eventually left in a drunken state while holding on to each other so not to stumble. After arriving home, she thanked me for helping celebrate her old age and making her feel young for a night. With a peck on the cheek, she left for her room while I headed to the shower. I was lost in thoughts while washing my hair, analysing our conversations that night and started to regret expressing myself as much as I had. With my eyes still closed, a voice from the doorway rang through, "Nice rod!". I opened my eyes to see Aunt Sarah poking her head through a partially open door with a large cheeky smile on her face. I quickly covered myself, shocked and frozen in place I had no idea what to do. With the large smile still plastered on her face she told me that she just came in to say Goodnight... and see what all the fuss was about down there. She assured me that I had nothing to be insecure about, with a giggle she left the bathroom and closed the door. I was distraught and couldn't believe that she had intentionally walked in on me completely naked. I quickly dried, dressed and retreated to my bedroom. I was beyond embarrassed as I crawled under the sheets and drifted off quickly due to all the alcohol in my system.