Chapter 6

Stepping outside, I closed the front door, locking the door and the last almost nineteen years of my life away. I suppressed my tears because I felt my aunt wouldn’t accept them, but I couldn’t help sighing as I realised my life would never be the same. Leaving the only place I’d ever lived in drove home just how alone and desperate my life was. At that time, I was immensely grateful that my aunt, an aunt I never knew existed, didn’t owe me a thing but had respected my mother’s last wish and had taken in her only child.

We drove across town from Lota, where I lived, to Albany Creek. Even using the Gateway Bridge and the back roads, it took nearly an hour to get there. Ms Donnelly drove a late-model, cherry-red BMW X4 M SUV. She handled it deftly, smoothly negotiating the roads and traffic on our way to her place.

I alternated between staring at the setting sun morosely and surreptitiously checking my aunt out. From the side, her enormous knockers straining against her blouse buttons and barely constrained by her open-front, push-up bra, was an incredibly erotic sight. I found my slender cock stiffening in my trousers as I imagined them naked. My aunt seemed amused by my sneaky glances, her full, ruby-red lips quirking when she noticed my gaze.

When we arrived, I realised that my aunt hadn’t packed a bag for me as she’d said. I insisted, “We need to return to my place so I can get my clothes.”

“No,” Aunt Liz stated emphatically. “We ‘need’ to do no such thing. Your clothes are pathetically cheap junk. I’ve asked my workplace for the rest of the week off, and I will go shopping for a wardrobe suitable for a developing young wom ... ahh ... man, such as yourself tomorrow.”

Yet another warning floated by without me noticing.

Aunt Liz entered a code into the panel beside the front door, and the door opened inward. Gesturing inside, my aunt said, “Go inside and head up the stairs in front of you. Your room is the second door on the left. When you get there, you will use the en suite shower, and wash your feet, which must be smelly from being inside those disgusting boots. After that, you will sit on the bed and wait for me to return.”

My aunt strode down the hallway, leaving me to climb the stairs hesitantly. Out of pure curiosity, I opened the first doors on either side of the hall. The left door revealed a generously sized bathroom with a marble-surrounded bath and a sizeable shower, easily big enough to hold two or even three people. Opening the right door showed a well-appointed restroom, complete with its own wash basin.

I moved down the lushly carpeted hallway to the second door. I opened the door and entered an expansive bedroom. A king-sized bed with four posts, a canopy, and soft-pink, lacy side curtains held back by gold braids filled the centre of the room. Against the right wall stood a woman’s vanity unit, with a three-legged stool before the unit’s footwell. Two closed doors stood on the right side of the bed as you faced it. I opened the first, revealing a massive walk-in robe partially filled with pretty and sexy women’s clothes. The other was the en suite.