Chapter 2

With sensations swirling down in the pit of my stomach, and acutely aware of my hard-on straining inside my trousers, I gulped down against the dark urges rising within. “Yeah. ‘Course,” I said.

A pause followed, the sunglasses masking Aunt Marion’s eyes while her ripe, voluptuous curves caused all manner of wildness inside me.

Then, after the pause in which time stretched elastic, the atmosphere between my aunt and me felt suddenly charged. That abrupt shift came about because her boobs were swaying as she shifted her rump on the towel. Aunt Marion looked at me and said, “I was wondering, Tommy ... Well,” she added after another pause. “If you think I’m attractive. I mean,” my aunt quickly went on, “if I wasn’t your aunt or anything ... You know, would you fancy me, Tommy?”

I think my answer took us both by surprise. I wasn’t planning on saying it, the words rising from me unbidden while the candour in my statement made my aunt’s eyes go wide behind the glasses. On a croak, reckless with yearning and the need to masturbate, I heard myself mutter, “I think you’re lovely, Aunt Marion.”

Recovering quickly, my aunt smiled and said, “That’s nice to hear, Tommy.”

Stunned by my admission and confused by my body’s near-overwhelming response, I swallowed heavily, thoughts of my bedroom and a hot, urgent, and much-needed masturbatory fantasy barging into my head.

“Uhm, I didn’t mean it to sound like it did,” I said, choking the words.