Aunt Neighbour
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 70
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 70 - Alex has always lived a quiet life with his family in a peaceful neighborhood, his days blending into one another with a predictable rhythm. But when his estranged aunt, Allie, moves back into the neighborhood after their grandfather's passing, his world is turned upside down.
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We sat around the kitchen island, discussing the watches, such as who would check on Alexa at what hour. While the hospital had said that they saw no signs of concussion, she was clearly taking no chances and I was secretly relieved about that, even if I tried to sound dismissive of the notion.
I was also obviously the designated driver for the evening since mom was on her second glass of wine and dad was having a third beer. True, dad could drink a keg and not feel it, but the law’s the law. Hence, my niggardly half-bottle of root beer.
“I worry about her and the stairs at night,” mom said quietly, her voice betraying an earnestness borne of genuine concern. “If she gets up in the middle of the night, tries to go downstairs and has a dizzy spell or something...”
“You proposing to let her stay on the couch?” dad asked. “If she needs to sleep and we’re bustling around in the morning, it’s hardly fair to her.”
“Good point,” mom said, nodding. “No worries, then, we’ll just put her in Alex’s room in the basement. It has a bathroom and a fridge, everything she needs. Gollum can sleep in her room.”
“Correct me if I am wrong,” I interjected, trying to sound exasperated. “But didn’t you just kick me out of that room a week ago and put me in the basement, only to kick me back up to it again?”
Mom favoured me with a look. “There’s no pleasing you, is there? You whine about losing the damn thing and then you don’t want it back. We raised a son, not a teenage girl, or at least I thought. What’s wrong, Gidget?”
Dad snickered but then cleared his throat and listened quietly.
“So we put her in the basement,” I said. “Now we-”
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I paused in speaking for a moment and fished the device out, seeing who had messaged me.
It was a video message, one showing someone’s very wet pussy being massaged on what looked suspiciously like our couch in the other room.
“Something going on?” mom asked, her eyebrow raised.
“No,” I sighed, saving the video and putting my phone back in my pocket. “Just someone I know being a moron.”
“Imagine that,” mom muttered. “Anyway, you were saying?”
“What I was going to say was that now we put her in the basement and you’ve got one of us going to check on her every four hours,” I continued. “Meaning one of us is now hauling ourselves from the top floor down to the basement at all hours. Doesn’t exactly sound fun.”
There was dead silence in the room while my mother merely stared at me. My father, meanwhile, who had been sitting between us, visibly winced and then nudged his seat closer to my mother and away from me.
“Where are you going?” I asked, scowling.
“Juuuust moving away from the impending lightning bolt...” he said, crossing himself. “That was just about the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say, junior, and frankly, you’re on your own for this one.”
I thought about what he was saying and then looked at mom. She just kept staring at me and I realized I’d screwed up, big time.
“So...” she said quietly. “How long of a headstart do you require?”