Lyn's job

"You know, Connor, I'm just working as a cabin crew, so I'm only home three days a week, Monday to Wednesday," said Lyn, trying her best not to make me feel like a complete idiot for asking about her job. I mean, it's not like I don't know what she does, but fuck, I just wanted to hear her sultry voice one more time.

I racked my brain for any other questions I could possibly ask her that wouldn't make me sound like a total fuckwit, and my mind drew a blank. If only my stupid hormones would shut the hell up and let me think straight, maybe I'd come up with something that made me sound halfway intelligent. But no, of course not, they just kept buzzing, reminding me of how incredibly fuckable my aunt looks in those tight leggings and tank top

"Uh, is there anything else you'd like to know?" she asked, looking at me with a kind of patience I didn't deserve at that moment.

"Well, uh... how old are you?" I managed to croak out, wishing I had something more interesting to ask, something that didn't make me sound like a pervy teenager.

A knowing smirk spread across Lyn's face, as if she could read my dirty thoughts like a fuckin' book. "You know," she began, "I get that a lot. I know I look young, but I'm actually 27."

I let out a low whistle, not quite believing it. "Wow, only five years older than me. That's crazy."

"It's not that crazy, kiddo," she said, playfully ruffling my hair. "Now, I think it's time for you to get some rest."

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Yeah, I'm pretty sleepy."

"Alright, off to bed then. Good night, Connor."

I made my way to my room, feeling a weird mix of relief and frustration. Why the fuck was I so nervous around her? Was it because of the age difference or the fact that she's my damn aunt? And why was my mind filled with nothing but filthy thoughts about her?

Fuck, I needed to get a grip. Otherwise, I'd end up doing something stupid and ruin everything. But as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I knew deep down that this thing between me and Lyn wasn't going to stay innocent for long. And the dirty thoughts racing through my mind told me that I was more than ready to take things to the next level.