Just as I was about to close the door behind me, I heard her:
“Oh, by the way, Ben?”
“Yes?”
“I completely forgot… you’re supposed to get home! My wallet’s in my jacket downstairs; take some money, okay? Call a cab – or just find one near the shops by the main road. They’re usually parked there.”
“Okay, see you.”
I closed the door quickly and shuffled downstairs to get myself cleaned up. Right then, I just felt I had to get out of there, away from that surreal experience. I went downstairs, taking off my shirt as I entered the bathroom. After spending a few minutes in there, I felt like a simple wash wasn’t good enough, so I took a quick shower as well. I stood in there, feeling the water washing away all that sinful mess that had come out of me. It was almost like the last half hour had been a dream, and that this is what was needed for me to wake up from it.
This thought process continued as I made my way down to the main road. It was about a mile from the house, so going on foot gave me some time to think. Think about what I was doing and why. On the one hand, I did want to help Lizzie have a child. I could tell how much this meant to her. Also, I was in it now. I was committed. It was too late to back out.
On the other hand, I felt unsure about what had just happened back there. It had felt amazing, incredible… irresistible. Watching my aunt masturbate while I did the same? Well… we really shouldn’t, should we. But then again… we had already started down that path. Saying you shouldn’t do something is a bit futile when you’ve already done it.
I still hadn’t resolved all of this when I arrived at the two shops near the main road; they were one grocery store and one electronics store, right next to a junction. Liz was right – there were several taxis there, the drivers just hanging around the parking lot. I hopped in one of the cabs and rode to the station. Then I caught the train back home. My mind was still full of questions by the time I got ready for bed.
At first, I couldn’t sleep. Once again, it was the image of the beautiful Aunt Liz that was haunting me. That negligee… hiding virtually nothing… and then she took it off! And the noises she made, touching herself right in front of me… No wonder I managed to get off twice in a row.
Without really thinking, I semi-consciously started jerking off under the covers while thinking about Liz. Once I registered what I was doing, I felt a little guilty. Like I was supposed to save it up for her, not spill my juices in the sheets. I just couldn’t help myself – that image of her made me so horny. I finally came – for the third time today – spilling my seed on a part of the duvet cover. Only after that did I manage to get to sleep.
Another couple of weeks passed. Then a month. Then another month. Halloween came and went, Thanksgiving was approaching… All that time, I didn’t hear a word from Aunt Liz. Occasionally, I wondered how this was supposed to work. Had she planned it beyond what we had done so far? If she got pregnant, would I hear from her directly or would she tell the family first? Would it be announced on her Facebook status or would there be no particular announcement at all? Would I even hear about it from her or someone else? Would she just show up at a family event with a baby?
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