Next Day: Grave News

You watched your naked aunt remove the dildo from her dresser.

"I'm taking a shower," she announced as you got off the bed. Before you could say anything you heard your phone ring. It was out where you left it next the your laptop the night before. "You better get that," she said. "But I'll be a while if..." There wasn't an end to that sentence because she disappeared into the bathroom. You were torn but for some reason the continued ringing sounded... urgent. Who actually calls people anymore? Hearing the shower start you reluctantly left the bedroom.

"Brynn?" you said, answering the call after seeing her name.

"Morning John. I'm downstairs," she said.

"Already?" you replied. "It's..." - you looked over to the clock- "...early."

"I know, can you come down? Maybe go grab some coffee or something. I... we need to talk about... work." She sounded strange but maybe it was just how her voice was being filtered through the phone. You looked down and realised you had answered the call naked.

"I'm not really dressed yet," you told her truthfully. "Come up first. I can put some coffee on too." There was silence on the other end and you thought you heard a sigh.

"Okay," she said finally. "But get dressed okay? Buzz me up." You hit the button on the wall that opened the security door as you hung up. For a moment you wondered if she knew you were naked somehow but shrugged and went to fetch some clothes.

**

"You didn't get dressed," accused Brynn as you let her into the apartment. You looked down at your short shorts and singlet ensemble.

"What? Do we really need to go out?" you asked her, then noticing the furrow in her brow. "Is something wrong?" The woman sighed and stepped fully into the apartment now, looking around.

"Is your aunt here?" she said, still searching but not projecting a keenness to actually find her. This didn't feel right.

"Did something happen on the date? I thought you guys had a good time," you said, now uncertain about your aunt's story from last night.

"Huh? Oh... no no. Leslie was wonderful," said Brynn, smiling genuinely now. "I had a really good time. The best time. " She swallowed nervously. "I really like her." That eased your worry a bit and you closed the door.

"She's just taking a shower," you said, then remembered that it wasn't just a shower. "She'll probably be a while though. I can go get her if-"

"No! I mean... " She had to quiet yourself, shocking you with how abrupt her response was just then. "Sorry," she said, trying again. "We can talk here. Sit down?" Again you were confused but followed her lead and went over to the couch. You couldn't stop her from sitting where you usually did... a spot that had been stained and washed a few times over several days... but tried to ignore the guilty feeling you had and parked yourself next to your innocent colleague. "Don't freak out, okay?" she requested, wanting assurance before she went on.

"That's not the best thing to say to someone when you don't want them to freak out," you said flatly. "I feel like I might just freak out before you even say anything."

"I'm serious, John," she said sternly. "It's... about your aunt." You stopped, seeing the grave look on her face.

"Okay."

"Okay..." she sighed, composing herself which only made you more nervous. "I think... your aunt might be... suffering from cum addiction." Brynn let that linger for a moment to give you time for that incredible, totally unexpected news to sink in. You used that time instead to think of how you should try to act surprised about shocking news that did not come as a shock at all.

"Why do you say that?" you tested. Brynn licked her lips, adjusting her glasses and brushing a dark frizzled bang behind her ear. Her messy bun was more frizzled than usual and her white blouse seemed very wrinkled... though that might have just been the style.

"I'm a keen observer," she said, trying to lighten her devastating news bomb with a bit of levity. When your expression remained stoic she swallowed nervously again. "Okay so last night we went to dinner at Pomona, everything was fine. Everything was great actually... Leslie was stunning when she walked in... everyone one turned to look at her and-" your colleague stopped herself and veered her wandering mind back on track. "Anyway, after dinner we went to the ladies room and...well the stalls were all occupied so we had to wait a bit." You scratched your head at this, not sure where the story was going but quite certain Brynn wasn't going to suddenly start sharing inappropriately intimate details of her date with you. At least not like the details you were imagining. "That's when we noticed that one of the stalls had more than one occupant," she continued. Oh. The story was getting good. "And there were three pairs of shoes under the gap. Well... two pairs of men's shoes, and one pair of women's along with a set of knees."

"Whoa..." you couldn't help saying.

"Yeah," agreed Brynn. "I'm guessing the girl inside was an addict, and I hoped maybe those were two were registered doners. In any case, when Leslie realised what was happening ... well... I saw her." You frowned at this and when she didn't continue you had to prompt.

"What do you mean 'saw her'?"

"Saw her reaction. She... her skin flushed. Her pupils dilated. She started licking her lips and wringing her hands," Brynn explained.

"She was with you," you retorted, gears turning quickly in your head. "I don't want to give you a big head but my aunt thinks you're gorgeous." At this the scientist blushed and bit her lip, but she shook her perfectly sized head.

"No I know she likes me..." she said, letting herself enjoy the thought for a moment. "But this was different. I've been working on this addiction stuff since the beginning. And I've also known a lot of women like your aunt. This is not the reaction your aunt would have unless she was a cum addict. Believe me." You didn't need to believe her, the look on your face was just you desperately trying to come up with something to save your aunt from exposure and embarrassment. You couldn't out her without her consent. "I'm just worried she not getting the proper treatment," she went on. "I don't know how far along she is, but I definitely think she's getting loads." At that exact moment you saw Brynn lick her lips... remembering the taste of Leslie's mouth. You suddenly realised how she figured that part out and felt a twinge of movement in your shorts. She kept talking. "There aren't a lot of registered doners in this area, like you said. That's why you had to come all the way out here to help that woman. But your aunt... I don't think she's really come to terms with her condition yet. She might just be... you know? Strange men could be taking advantage of her."

You gulped nervously at this... you were one such strange man... but at least you were registered. Looking at Brynn you noticed her lower lip was trembling, her eyes getting watery. She was genuinely worried, her imagination starting to get the best of her. It made your heart sink to see her like this.

"She's not doing anything like that, " you said, hoping to placate her fears. "I'm certain of that. 100%." Unconvinced she shook her head.

"You can't be sure."

"I am. I know. I'm never wrong. You know my research," you reminded her. You never reported anything with certainty in your results unless you had pretty much 100% of the data. That reliability was one of the things everyone at the lab knew you for. Wait...

"You're... certain?" said Brynn, her eyes focusing on you as she started to recall the projects you worked on together. Uh oh.

"I mean I know my aunt," you said quickly. "I know what kind of person she is."

"You... know?" she said, that worry draining from her face and getting replaced by bubbling revelation. "You knew..." Her stare widened. Shit.

"What does my nephew know?" chimed your aunt. Both you and your colleague jumped at the sudden interruption and turned to see the woman in question standing there, barely wrapped in a towel and looking very pink skinned like she had just taken a very hot shower. She had, in a way. You looked to Brynn, but she wasn't looking at you. She was just gawping at your still slightly wet aunt, all glistening arms and legs and damp sexy hair. The look on Leslie's face was placid because she had only caught the tail end of that conversation.