“Hey, you okay in there?” Auntie Jess called out from the hallway, her voice echoing through the old house.
You froze mid-stroke, your heart racing. The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar, and the sound of running water from the shower didn’t quite muffle the awkward noises you were making. Panic set in as you realized you’d been caught in the most mortifying of situations. Your mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse for the sudden spike in the water’s volume.
“I’m fine, just washing my hair!” you yelled back, hoping the sound of the showerhead would cover your lie. You quickly turned the faucet on full blast and stepped into the spray, hoping the water would wash away your embarrassment along with the soap. Your hand slid off the soap, and you felt it slip out of your grasp, only to be replaced by something firm and unyielding. You glanced down to find your aunt’s bathrobe hanging from the hook, the belt dangling just within your reach.
The fabric felt strange against your skin, and for a brief moment, you were tempted to wrap it around you for comfort. But you knew you couldn’t stay in the shower forever, so you turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it tightly around your waist. As you opened the door, you found Auntie Jess standing there with a knowing smile. She held out the soap you’d dropped, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
“Here you go,” she said, handing it back to you. “I can see you’ve got everything under control in here.”
Your cheeks burned redder than a sunset as you took the soap, avoiding eye contact. “Thanks,” you mumbled, trying to slip past her without revealing your flustered state.
“You know,” she began casually, leaning against the doorframe, her breasts heaving from her blouse, “you don’t have to be shy around me. I’ve been a woman for a while now. I know what it’s like to have… needs.”
You stared at the floor, your face a map of embarrassment. She took a step closer, her tone softening. “Look, I know it’s not easy to talk about these things, but I’m here for you. And if you ever need any, well, assistance, just let me know.”
The implication of her words hung in the air like a thick fog. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. This was your aunt, for crying out loud! But as you looked up, you saw genuine concern and curiosity in her gaze. There was something almost comforting about her offer, as if she truly believed she could help.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you managed to say, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
Auntie Jessica chuckled gently. “Alright, play it cool,” she said, patting your shoulder. “But remember, if you ever do, I’m just down the hall.”
As she walked away, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of relief and confusion. What had just happened? Did she really offer what you thought she did? You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. This was going to be one awkward conversation to avoid at the dinner table tonight.
You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, and went back to your room. You sat on the edge of your bed, the towel still wrapped around your waist, the soap sitting on the nightstand like a silent witness to your mortification. Your hand hovered over your phone, debating whether to text your friends about the bizarre encounter. But somehow, you knew this was one of those moments you’d have to keep to yourself.
The house was quiet, the only sound the distant ticking of a clock. You tried to focus on anything but the conversation you’d just had. But the image of Auntie Jess’s knowing smile kept popping into your head. You felt a weird tingling sensation, a mix of arousal and fear. Was this normal? Did she really mean it? And if she did, what did she expect from you?
With a sigh, you decided to push the nagging, incestuous thoughts aside. You had a whole weekend ahead of you, and you weren’t going to let this cloud your thoughts. You needed to get dressed and join your cousins outside. They were probably wondering what was taking you so long. But as you stood up, the towel slipped, and your eyes fell upon the reflection in the mirror. You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was some truth to Auntie Jessica’s words. Could she really offer something that no one else could? And more importantly, did you dare to find out?
Auntie Jessica is waiting to talk out that fantasy with you. Get soapy and give her a call at X627.
