When they got home, the place was a mess.
Terrence told her to get some rest in her room while he took care of a few things.
First, he needed to make sure his crypto accounts were still safe.
Once that was done, he lay down on his bed.
Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and he needed all the rest he could get.
His eyes grew heavy, and sleep slowly pulled him under.
But just as he drifted off, something pressed against him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful woman sitting on his waist.
She wore a black nightgown that was almost see-through. Her hair was tied back, and sweat covered her skin.
He could feel the warmth of her legs against him, and his clothes started to get wet for some reason.
"Aunt Effie…" he muttered, though technically, she wasn't really his aunt.
"Terrence… I can't sleep," she whispered.
Swallowing hard, his throat suddenly dry just from maintaining his self control.
'Mind over body'
'Mind over body'
'Mind over body'
Three deep breaths to clear his mind, like a mini-meditation. It didn't work at all.
It wasn't just excitement—he was fucking turned on, and there was no hiding the bulge in his pants.
She didn't mind though. In fact, she sat on it, making him more sensitive.
"Did you try listening to music? I heard it helps," he tried to change the subject, though the awkwardness in his voice gave him away.
"I tried. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face… I'm scared he might come after me," Her fingers dug into his shirt. "I don't want to remember. I just want to forget. Please…"
Her body trembled. Not in a seductive way. This wasn't just about lust.
She was scared. Shaken. Needing comfort.
Reaching up slowly, not to touch her hips, but to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. Her skin was hot. Feverish, almost.
"You don't have to do this. You don't have to force yourself. Let's take this slow ."
Effie shook her head. "No… it's not just about him." Her voice cracked, but she kept going. "I want you."
Terrence was at a loss for words. He knew she liked him, but seeing her throw herself at him like this was too much.
"I don't care if you won't date me. I don't need promises or anything romantic. I don't need commitment "
Her hands rested on his chest, light at first, but then she pressed harder—like she needed to be sure he was real. "I just… I want to be useful to you."
That last part landed heavier than anything else.
Useful.
Not loved. Not wanted. Just… useful.
What she said didn't just mean a one-time thing.
She was saying he could do what he wanted. See other girls. Live his life however he pleased. As long as she got to stay by his side, that was enough for her.
It was a win-win scenario, especially because he wanted to enjoy life to the fullest before the apocalypse.
'Should I really do this too soon?' He wondered to himself.
Closing his eyes, he thought it over until he finally made his decision.
Terrence looked into her eyes, and saw her emotions that mirrored his own conflicted feelings.
He reached up, cupping her face gently, his thumbs brushing away the tears he didn't noticed until now.
"Aunt Effie," he whispered. "are you sure about this?"
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm sure, Terrence. I need this. I need you."
With that, he finally gave in, his hands moving from her face to her hips, pulling her closer. He could feel the heat of her body against his, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathed heavily.
Leaning up, he pressed his lips gently against hers, a soft, kiss that deepened as she responded. He could taste the fresh, clean flavor of her, a hint of mint from her newly brush teeth still lingering.
The room grew warmer, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in sync. Terrence's hands explored her body through the thin fabric of her nightgown, feeling her curves.
"Terrence… I really love you," she whispered between their kisses.
He didn't answer. Saying he loved her would only complicate things between them.
Instead, he focused on her—tracing soft kisses along her neck, trying to show he cared without adding words.
Her head tilted back, exposing more of her neck to him, and he took full advantage, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her skin.
Effie's hands roamed his back, her nails digging in, urging him on, telling him without words that she wanted more.
His hands found the hem of her nightgown, and he slowly pushed it up, his fingers brushing against her thighs, her hips, her stomach, feeling her skin.
She lifted her hips slightly, allowing him to pull the nightgown off completely, leaving her completely naked.
Snap!
Like an expert, he unhooked her bra with one hand. It slipped off her shoulders, revealing her chest and pinkish nipples.
"You can do whatever you want with me," she gasped, her eyes locked onto his, filled with trust and longing. "My body is yours. Use me however you please."
He took a moment to admire her, then gently cupped her tits with both hands. She was gorgeous and adorable, and he wanted to memorize every inch of her.
"You're so beautiful, Aunt Effie," he murmured, his voice a low growl of appreciation. "Your body is too fucking sexy."
Leaning down, his mouth got one of her nipples, his teeth gently nibbling, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
She let out a scream of pleasure, her back arching off, her hands fisting in his hair.
"Terrence!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. "I feel really good. Please keep going!"
He continued to nibble and suck, his hand kneading her other tits, fingers rolling her nipple, matching the attention he was giving with his mouth.
Terrence's body was on fire "Fuck, you taste so good, Aunt Effie,"
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Authors Note:
Although she is technically not his aunt, I didn't remove the title because it was more like a habit for him. Plus, it's way hotter when I include it. Do you agree?