"You knew." She wasn't backing down.

Despite your aunt being there, still confused but also very distractingly not fully clothed, Brynn was determined to get a confession. There wasn't anything you could think to say in that moment.

"What's going on?" Leslie said, under the impression that she was being harmlessly clueless, clutching the towel to her barely restrained chest. "Did something happen at work?"

You swallowed helplessly and Brynn gave you just a few more seconds to respond... and when you didn't she looked up at your aunt, decision made.

"You're... a cum addict," she told Leslie. Your aunt blinked curiously at first, thinking she had misheard, then horror swept over her face. She glared daggers at you.

"You told her?" she gasped in disbelief. Not wanting your aunt to think you betrayed her trust you put your hands up defensively.

"No! She just... figured it out..." you said. Brynn stood up.

"So it is true! And you did know!" The girl looked to your aunt then to you. Aunt Les put a hand to her face, somehow managing to keep her towel on, and let out a wail of embarrassment. This was not how she wanted to break the news. "That is such a relief!" cried Brynn. What?

"What?" both you and your aunt said as Brynn dropped back onto the couch. She sighed and brushed some hair behind her ear.

"You knew," she said again, smiling at you. "So that means she's getting proper treatment, right?" There was a quick glance shared between aunt and nephew. "That's all I was worried about. And that also means... you have all of her data! We have so few lesbian cases, Leslie is so valuable to our research!" The brilliant yet somehow oblivious scientist in Brynn was in full **** now and your aunt seemed shocked by how accepting her date was being about the discovery.

"You're... fine with this?" your aunt asked her, stepping around the couch so they were in front of each other. "You're not mad?" Brynn titled her head at the second question.

"Why would I be mad?" she said. "It's not your fault you have this disease. I'm just so relieved to know that John is taking care of you."

"Taking...care of me?" your aunt swallowed nervously.

"Yeah, I'm sure John got you the best donor in the area, well aside from himself," Brynn laughed. She found what she had said quite funny, and only started to catch on when she noticed nobody else was laughing when she was done with her giggles. "Wait..."

"Are you... the perfect woman?" wondered Leslie out loud, getting Brynn's attention. She held it by dropping her towel, all of your aunt's naked glory suddenly exposed to her couched audience. Both you and Brynn admired the luxuriant curves on display on the woman for some beautiful seconds. Your aunt almost fell into Brynn, your colleague gasping just before she was kissed by a very appreciative lesbian. You must have inhaled sharply as well. You watched them, awed and thoroughly flummoxed. Was this your aunt's tactic in trying to stop Brynn's brain? Were you dreaming?

The scientist was breathless after your aunt was done with her and Brynne looked up and down at all of the perfect, warm and freshly washed skin pressed against her.

"You're naked..." said Brynn, ever the keen observer. Leslie smiled and moved their lips together again. They both moaned against each other as you spectated, hardness swelling in your shorts. "You're naked," repeated Brynn, her face flushed. She looked over to you and frowned, as if she only just remembered you were there and then she seemed dazed. "Your aunt is...naked..." she told you. Something finally grabbed hold of Brynn's cognitive faculties and she was able to stop your aunt from orally assaulting her again. "You..." she breathed, then turning her gaze from aunt to nephew. "And you... You're her donor.... Ohh!" Leslie had decided to go in on Brynn's neck and her wandering tongue set sparks off in the girl's brain, but she had finally connected the dots. Her face was determined as she stared up a goddess in the flesh.

"Is that wrong?" your aunt asked her, hands now fiddling with the buttons on Brynn's blouse. Brynn looked down, seeing that she was being slowly undressed, then looked up into Leslie's soulful, lusting eyes. She grabbed onto your aunt's wrists to stop what she was doing.

"Do you think it's wrong?" she returned earnestly. You aunt paused then looked over to you.

"He's the only one I can trust," she said.

"How does he do it?" Brynn asked suddenly. It was like she had moved past it already, as if she just needed to know the information, process it and file it away, then was ready to work through the next data set as quickly as possible. That her date was a cum addict was just put away into a data cell in her her mind. That it was her colleague who was the donor was just another bit of info about the first cell. The fact that patient and donor were aunt and nephew was just metadata. There was a relationship. She acknowledged it and... she wanted to know more.

"He... cums in my mouth," said your aunt, unable to stop herself from licking her lips after saying this.

"Directly?" asked Brynn, her curiosity now utterly piqued. Your aunt could only nod, feeling her face get warm, feeling shy about admitting these things to her date even though she was currently naked and straddling her. Brynn had so many questions. When did it start? How many loads a day? She wanted to know to what degree did your aunt participate in ... producing and extracting your loads.

"Brynn," your aunt said finally, putting a finger to the excitable scientist's lips to stop her yammering. When she did she looked up at your aunt with such an adorable expression Leslie couldn't help but lean down and kiss her again. They shared a long tender moment and you could watch. You were reminded of what your aunt said about the softness of two women kissing and couldn't help but feel a little jealous. When the women finally parted soft wet lips your aunt gently stroked Brynn's cheek. "I haven't had my morning load," she told her. "I can just show you what you want to know."