‘That’s what Aunties are for.’
Tom slid the dildo up into her pussy, concealing it from prying eyes and sealing his cum inside her. After one more kiss, Holly sneaked back to her room.
*
Bill, Julie, Liz, and Olivia stood in winter coats, scarfs, and hats in the hall, ready for their annual trip to the pub to watch United play their Boxing day football match. Holly, for whom sports presented little interest, used the time to cook for the family, a thank you to Bill and Julie for hosting her and Olivia over the festive period.
‘Hurry up or we’ll be late,’ Bill shouted.
Tom ambled down the stairs, clutching his stomach. ‘I don’t think I can go,’ he said in a laboured voice.
‘What do you mean?’ said Bill, ‘Boxing Day football’s a family tradition.
‘I know, but I’ve felt sick for the last few hours. I think it might be something I ate.
‘We all ate the same and we’re fine,’ Bill said.
‘Maybe a bug then. I want to go, but a pub full of fans and the smell of beer… I don’t think I could take it.’
‘Alright,’ Bill relented. ‘Are you sure you’re not trying to get out of it because of United’s form?’
Tom forced out a laugh. ‘Promise,’ he said.
‘Ignore your father,’ Julie said in a more sympathetic tone. ‘Go back to bed and get some rest. Your Aunt Holly will be here if you need anything.’
‘Just ask,’ Holly said with a smile.
Tom went back upstairs while his parents, sister, and cousin left for the pub. Holly stared after her nephew at the empty staircase for a few seconds, then went into the kitchen to start dinner.
*
‘You look hot in that apron.’
‘I thought you were ill.’
Tom walked around the island and wrapped his arms around Holly’s waist, a tattered old book in one hand. ‘You knew I wasn’t ill,’ he said.
‘I’ve got to make dinner.’
He flicked her hair over one shoulder and kissed the nape of her neck. ‘You’ve got plenty of time. And I’ll help you, if you’re nice to me.’
‘Oh, and what does being nice to you entail?’ she asked.
Tom put the book on the counter. ‘Do you remember this?’
She picked it up. ‘Grimm’s Fairy Tales. Of course, I read these to you when you were young.’ She looked at the cover with an expression of nostalgia. ‘Wow, that was so many years ago.’
‘I want you to read to me again, Aunt Holly,’ Tom said.
‘Gosh, Tom, I don’t know. Those are precious memories. I don’t want to… corrupt them.’
He ran his tongue up to her ear and gently sucked on her lobe, eliciting a faint moan. ‘Just a few pages,’ he whispered.
‘Tom, I can’t,’ she protested weakly.
He opened the book to the contents page. ‘Do you remember my favourite?’
She nodded.
‘Please, Aunt Holly, just one more,’ he said, repeating the words he’d used as a child.
He slid his hands under her top and reached up to her breasts. Her nipples were hard through her bra, and she arched her back in concession as he popped her tits out and caressed them skin to skin.
‘Okay,’ she breathed, ‘Just let me…’ She unclasped her bra and skilfully removed it beneath her shirt.
Tom accepted the invitation as she flipped through the pages, kneading her tits like they were dough. She was slow in getting to the story, pausing as she did to enjoy his touch and guide his hands over her apron.