Why can't we live together?

Aunt Olivia's condo wasn't too shabby. It had a large common area with a kitchen, dining space and living room with the exterior wall being made of floor-to-ceiling windows that opened up onto a balcony. You could even put a grill out there, I figured, but Aunt Olivia wasn't the grilling out type. It was on the seventh floor so we had a pretty sweet view of campus, this was definitely a luxury unit.

The common area was decorated with beiges and browns, a somewhat outdated style, but the primary decor was shelf after shelf crammed with books. It was almost cluttered, but not too bad, it felt very much like the home living space you'd expect of a mousy librarian.

I lugged in a big duffel bag with my clothes and other necessities. "Well Jacob," she said, "You're going to be an electrician?"

"Yes ma'am," I said, "I've got an apprenticeship. It pays enough that I can get my own food and whatnot, and I can pay you rent if you want."

"Oh, we're not allowed to sublease the units. Section 18, paragraph B of the condominium association bylaws," she said. Oh yeah, I'd forgotten to mention, she really does talk like this. "But you're free to stay here as long as you need to, Mark, as long as you don't interfere with my lifestyle."

"Oh, oh course not Aunt Olivia," I said, "And I'm happy to do repairs or even cook and clean, not that I really know how... but I don't want to be a freeloader."

She smiled. "Naturally, you're a man, you will do the man things," she said, "But you won't have to cook, I'll do that."

I had no idea she was so old fashioned. Working at a university I figured she'd be more likely to tell me gender was a social construct or something like that, but I hardly objected to some traditional values.

With that she showed me to the guest room. It was small and had a view of a parking lot, rather than the sweeping view of the leafy campus offered from the balcony and living room, but it was fine with me. I settled in and Aunt Olivia called me out for dinner - pork chops and applesauce. I could really get used to this.

I asked her how her day was at work and she used a lot of words I didn't quite know the meaning of, lots of meta-data and contextual databases, but I didn't want to interrupt her passionate retelling of... whatever she'd done at work all day. She was wearing a purple V-neck T-shirt with black trim and leaned over to get more applesauce. As she scooped it onto her plate, I happened to look up and see straight down her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra.

I thought about pointing this out, but that seemed very awkward, especially with Aunt Olivia. She was a sexless librarian, for goodness sake. I couldn't tell her I'd seen her bare breasts. It would embarrass her to **** and she might even run off in shame. So I just kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to jerk my head away so I made myself keep looking down her shirt.

I'd seen down girl's tops a few glorious times in high school (once it was even my math teacher's) so I knew to expect the boobs to dangle down and look saggy in this position, but Olivia's boobs were surprisingly firm even hanging down under her. Geeze it took her a while to scoop out the applesauce, but that gave me a good look. She wasnt wearing a bra and I could see her nipples on her round boobs, which I guessed were B-cups. Not quite as large as I preferred in porn but... what was I even thinking about? She was my aunt!

Thank goodness she was so oblivious, she didn't notice me staring for a solid ten seconds. I'm glad I got out of that situation without it being awkward!