When Morning Cums

"Hey kiddo. Looks like you had fun last night."

That voice jolts you out of your slumber.

You shout, "Wait!"

"Whoa, whoa there. It's just me, your aunt Abby."

You'd known who it was, but she doesn't understand.

"I got up bright and early like I usually do and found you lying here all naked and asleep on my mat. Now, I'm not one to judge. Lord knows I've done some crazy stuff."

'You don't say,' you think.

"But you were lying here with your butt sticking up in the air, and I gotta say your hole looks like you've gone to town on it. Were you up all night playing with a dildo or something? Because there's that and ... you reek of cum right now."

You decide not to say anything. She'll only be staying here for one more night. Then she'll be gone and you'll be able to put this all behind you. Speaking of behinds, your backside is aching. After what Abby did to you, you're glad it doesn't feel any worse. So you let her help you up and lead you to the shower. While you rinse yourself off she talks through the curtains about another amazing wet dream she had.

"I don't know if it's this house or what, but I feel amazing!"

It takes every ounce of your willpower not to confront her there and then.

'I didn't like her using me like a sex toy, did I? Ravishing my body like an animal in heat? Breaking every taboo and overpowering me completely?'

You suddenly realise you're jerking off in the shower. You stop. You find yourself filled with strange conflicting feelings. But you have a plan.

Tonight, you're going to stay up in the back living room again. But this time you'll be away from Abby's mat and in a sleeping bag, so no one can get to you, no way, no how. You'll even leave the TV running to wake up a certain sleepwalker in case they get too close. There'll be no more sleepfucking on your watch.