Chapter 4: Truth or Dare

I woke up to my alarm blaring at 7 a.m. and rushed to get ready. As I headed downstairs, the scent of freshly brewed coffee led me to the kitchen, where I found my mom and Aunt Cloe, a vision in pink. Their hair flowed freely, accenting the matching tank tops that hugged their curves just right. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the sight of their breasts bouncing gently beneath the tight fabric.

“Morning, sleepyhead. Big day of school ahead?” Mom asked, her voice bright and cheery.

I nodded, offering a lazy yawn in response. “Yeah.” I made my way over to where Mom stood, kissed her cheek, and murmured, “You’re stunning this morning, Mom.”

A light dusting of pink graced Mom’s cheeks, and she leaned in to press a quick kiss to my lips. Aunt Cloe, ever the dramatic, feigned a pout. “What about me? Don’t I get a compliment?”

I grinned at her playful tone. “You’re always sexy, Auntie. You know that.”

“Flatterer.” Aunt Cloe winked at me. “Now come here and give your auntie a kiss.”

I intended to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek, but at the last moment, she turned her head, and our lips brushed together. I felt a tingle where our mouths touched, and I could have sworn I felt her nipples harden against my chest through her thin top. She winked again, a silent promise hanging in the air.

“Hope to see you soon again, Auntie. See you later, Mom!” I called out, stepping outside, my heart still racing from the kiss.

School was a bore, but at least I got to shoot some hoops with my friends after sweating over the Romans and their empire. Thank god it was Friday, and beach days were beckoning. As I walked home from basketball practice, my eyes landed on a car I knew all too well—parked right in front of my house. I froze, my heart skipping a beat.

“Hey, Andy!” a voice called out, and I turned to see the one and only Cloe. My jaw dropped. “What’s up with this surprise? I thought you were already out of here.”

Cloe leaned against her car, the setting sun casting a warm glow on her brunette hair. “Plans changed, my flight was canceled and I’m staying till Sunday,” she declared with a flourish. “I heard through the grapevine that you’re hitting the beach tomorrow, and I just couldn’t pass up the chance to dip my toes in the sand. Hope you don’t mind me crashing at your place tonight! I just got back from town with some new bikinis to show off at the beach tomorrow.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. “Sweet! I’m stoked you’re sticking around, Auntie!”

While I was hauling her shopping bags outta the car, Cloe planted one right on my lips. Guess we’d leveled up from pecks on the cheek. Not that I minded. “Such a darling, Andy. You’re one in a million.”

My face felt like it was on fire. “Aw shucks, Auntie. You’re pretty great yourself!”

Her giggle was music to my ears. “Oh hush, you little charmer. Is that a blush I see?”

I stammered, feeling flustered. “W-what? No way! It’s just ... uh ... the heat, y’know? Seriously.”

“You’re too cute,” she purred, her tone all flirty-like. “No need to be bashful. Now, be a dear and show me inside, won’t you?”

I straightened my posture and extended my arm towards the door with a grand gesture. “After you, Aunt Cloe. Allow me to welcome you to my humble home.”

As we stepped through the front door, the familiar scent of home washed over me, a blend of Mom’s favorite vanilla candles and the lingering aroma of fresh-baked cookies. Mom was curled up on the living room sofa, engrossed in a book. She looked up and her face lit up with a warm smile at the sight of us.

“Hi there. Hi Sis,” she greeted, setting her book aside and standing to embrace Aunt Cloe.

“Hello, my dear,” Aunt Cloe replied, returning the hug with a hearty squeeze. They pulled apart, and Mom’s gaze shifted to me, a question in her eyes.

“How was your day?” she inquired, smoothing down her blouse.

“It was good, thank you,” Aunt Cloe chimed. “How about yours?”

Mom’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she answered, “Not bad at all. In fact, I think I got a promotion today.”

“Really? That’s fantastic news!” Aunt Cloe exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Congratulations are in order, then!”

“Thanks,” Mom said, a blush of pride coloring her cheeks. She glanced at me, her expression softening. “Does that mean more time at work, Mom?” I asked, a hint of concern creeping into my voice.

Mom nodded, her smile turning a touch apologetic. “Yes, I’m afraid so. But we’ll manage it somehow. We always do, right?”

I nodded, trying to muster a reassuring smile. “Sure thing, Mom.”

Aunt Cloe, ever the peacemaker, interjected with a playful tone, “Don’t you worry, Andy. We’ll keep each other company. Speaking of which, I am absolutely famished. Can we eat soon please?” She directed the question at Mom, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Mom chuckled, shaking her head at Aunt Cloe’s antics. “I can throw together something quick. How about an Italian salad, Cloe?”

Aunt Cloe’s eyes sparkled at the suggestion. “That sounds delightful, darling. Lead me to the kitchen, and I’ll be your assistant.”

“Then let’s head to the kitchen and see what we can whip up.”

As they moved toward the kitchen, I followed, my mind already drifting to the lively conversation and tasty meal ahead. It was another night at home, but with Aunt Cloe around, it promised to be anything but dull.

We made a big salad with chicken, olives, and cheese, along with bread dipped in olive oil. After dinner, Cloe took a shower and then relaxed on the couch watching TV while Mom and I tidied up the kitchen.

“So, Auntie, are you coming with us to the beach tomorrow?” I asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide my excitement.

“Of course, darling! I haven’t had a good beach day in ages. The ocean and I have some catching up to do,” Aunt Cloe replied.

“Cool! I’m really excited too. I hope it’ll be warm enough,” I said, trying to suppress a grin.

Aunt Cloe raised an eyebrow. “Warm enough for what, Andy? So you can ogle the girls in their bikinis?”

I felt my face heat up. “Hmm ... Well, I didn’t think about it,” I admitted sheepishly. “But I guess I won’t be able to stop myself, huh?”

Aunt Cloe laughed, a light, carefree sound. “Oh, Andy, you’re a typical teenage boy. Just remember to be a gentleman while you’re admiring the view.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know what you’re thinking,” I said, rolling my eyes but unable to hide my smile.

“Maybe not, but who cares? Just have fun and enjoy yourself,” she said, giving me a playful nudge.

“Okay,” I replied, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’ll do my best.”

Mom came with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. “The promotion needs to be celebrated, right?”

“Exactly.”

We clinked the glasses together and drank. I had never tasted champagne before, so it was very strong for me. Cloe seemed to enjoy it though.

“This is delicious!” she exclaimed. “I need some more.”

“Oh, just one more glass will do,” I replied.

She took the empty bottle and put it on the table. She eyed the bottle of champagne and then looked at me. “have you ever played truth or dare with spin the bottle?

“Never.”

“Well, it’s fun, and it’s a good way to pass the time. So, wanna play?”

“Oh, okay.”

The bottle whirled under Cloe’s hand, finally coming to rest pointed directly at me. “Truth or Dare?” she inquired.

“Dare,” I shot back without hesitation.

“What should I dare you to do?”

“It’s up to you,” I said, resigning the choice to her.

She fixed her gaze on me. “Alright, here’s your challenge. Give me a kiss.”

“But we’ve already kissed, just before dinner,” I pointed out.

“True, but that was merely a brief peck. This time, I want a genuine kiss.”

“I ... I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s wrong.”

“Wrong how?”

“It’s wrong because you’re my aunt.”

“But you have feelings for me, don’t you? You’ve thought about kissing me.”

“Yes, I have feelings,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

“And you desire to feel my lips against yours, don’t you?”

I could only nod in silent acknowledgment.

“Do it,” she urged softly. “Please, kiss me.”

“Okay, okay!” I said nervously.

I stood up and walked toward her. She put a hand on my shoulder. She was smiling.

“Come here, Andy.”

I went closer and bent down. I stared into her beautiful green eyes. My heart was pounding. I felt a little scared but mostly excited.