She opened it and, after a pause, stepped out into the hallway. I felt the first tremor of doubt when I saw Janet’s face. Sex At the same time I noticed the movement, I heard a whisper of what sounded like clothing being removed as a figure approached my bed. She pulled me in close, the position awkward while we kissed in a slobbering, slurping swirl of tongues. Her shape moved to the door. It was wild and exciting, the taboo of it only enhancing my desire for my mother’s sister. My aunt would do things to tease me. The way she held herself braced against the door with both hands meant she could really tease me with her shape. Aunt Janet shook her head, frowning. I’ll go down and say hello. ***
I woke up from a dream. Guided by her tempo, I went up onto straight arms and listened to her sighing and moaning, taking my cue from the way she moved beneath me and the noises she made. Bright and breezy. We made slow, gentle love that way. The normality of it oddly surreal to me.
