He had never looked at his aunt Rosita in that way. After all, she was his aunt, and had he had always treated family as family. That's how it started, one evening, with his uncle away, Blue Velvet on television, and only the company of his aunt on the living room sofa.
No. That strictly isn't true. Edrin had woken up to the idea of his aunt as a sexual creature by chance. He had spotted a strange tin foil drug dispenser in the waste basket by his aunts work desk. He picked it up in front of his aunt, and asked her what it was. In a rather embarrassed tone, his aunt had avoided his questions and changed the subject. It was her Pill case, now empty, and the young teenager knew enough not to actively pursue the point right there and then and embarrass her further.
But, at that instant, he saw her in his mind, writhing on a bed, as his uncle thrust into her. Her face contorted in passion, begging for more. More importantly, he could picture her enjoying sex itself, something he had never associated with his aunt. It might be very naïve, but in a lot of ways, Edrin was quite innocent. After all, she was his aunt.
The same aunt who grimaced with distaste at any mention of sexual behaviour on television. She had always maintained this aloof, cold and distant persona. Now, she looked completely different to him, as if sex had made her somehow more real and personal to him.
Edrin lived with his aunt, uncle and his little cousin Paul. Aunt Rosita and his uncle Ike worked full time in the same office, in London. He was really their guest, staying on to finish his A-level exams. His own parents had left overseas leaving him in their care. They lived in an old 50's terrace house in the suburbs. One main living room, a small kitchen, three bedrooms and a bathroom. Everyday, he got up, had breakfast, and walked to college with his cousin, who went on a bit further to the adjacent primary school. His aunt and uncle left for work by car and hour earlier, to beat the morning rush.
Despite his Asian background, Edrin was a broad shouldered 6 ft, brown eyed 18 year old who had adopted the height and size of the men on his father's side who were half Dutch-half Malay. His aunt, his father's youngest sister, was a petite 5 ft 6in raven haired woman of 28. She was slim and long legged, but Edrin never really saw her legs, she was always wearing long sarongs or shapeless tracksuit bottoms in the house. His uncle was a typically Asian, short and skinny and usually quite bad tempered.
He had never been that close to his aunt and uncle. Their relationship was polite and courteous but Edrin quickly found himself missing his own family and their own special warmth.
He kept himself busy with his studies, books and friends. A lot of time was spent alone in his room, with his books and music. His aunt and uncle had the room adjacent and Paul stayed in the small room. The house was small, but comfortable. Of course, privacy was at a premium.
Thus life continued in the same fashion until the incident with the trash basket. In that instant, he was able to look at his aunt in a different way. It seemed as if a door had been opened to him, and all the thoughts that were coming through were irresistible. He found himself thinking of his aunt all the time, obsessed with the way her small round breasts moved underneath her thin t-shirts. When he walked behind her as she climbed the stairs, he found himself mesmerised by her shapely full hips and buttocks and their natural sway. He was in a daze for a whole week when he actually saw her bra through a thin white blouse.
He was a shy teen, who really never understood the girls around him, and found himself shocked, and feeling very guilty about the new emotions that his aunt had aroused in him. Of course, he had fantasized all the time about women, but here he found himself in daily close proximity to someone he desperately craved. So near yet so far.
In the small house, walking around physically aroused was something he was finding increasingly hard to hide. His aunt's physical presence caused an undeniable reaction. It would start with the palpitations as his mind flashed with lewd images, his heart racing and sweat breaking out. Then, his penis thickened and hardened in the sweatpants he normally wore indoors. He was on edge, part of him wanted to show her his huge arousal, and the 'good boy' guilty conscience was chastising him always. He was being torn apart by the conflicting emotions within him and his irritable mood was showing it. As time went on, his relationship with his aunt and uncle began to grow cooler and more distant as he fought with himself.
The 'bad guys' were winning the battle.
