You spot your Auntie's vibrator in amongst the clothes.

One thing in particular immediately caught your attention. There, half hidden beneath some sort of lacy black teddy, lay something cylindrical and metallic, and reaching in to see exactly what it was, you discovered none other than your Auntie Joan's vibrator.

"WHOA!" you yelped out in surprise, dropping the thing straight back into the drawer. Having strangely enough, in your snooping, not even considered that one of those might be in here. In your mind your Auntie didn't masturbate, but that was of course ridiculous. The proof that she did was sitting right there. All 7 plus, shiny pink inches of it.

Holy shit... Auntie Joan had a vibrator, you said to yourself, letting this new information sink in as you stared at the thing. Having never actually seen one before in real life.

Reaching back into the drawer again to get a closer look, you very gently lifted it out by the hilt. The vibrator being shaped like a large bullet or torpedo, bringing to mind the size and shape of your own penis, and wondering how it compared (seeing as they were both used for the same basic purpose more or less). Looking at it though, you had to admit there was something strangely intimidating about holding a women's sexual aid in your hand. Especially when you were a virgin. And especially when it had once belonged to your Aunt.

Oh Jesus. That's been inside her pussy! you thought, dropping it again. That not being something you should be thinking about.

It did however bring up another question. Had Randall also used it? Had he masturbated as a woman?

Well of course he must have, it was a stupid question. If you suddenly had access to a vagina, wouldn't you do the same? Sure it might be a little weird and off putting at first, but eventually curiosity would set in. And if there was one thing you knew about Randall, it was that he would never ever let an opportunity like that pass him by. He had been too much of a perv for that. Plus he'd always had something of a hard on for your Auntie's body.

It was a strange thought though, and you weren't entirely sure what to think of the image that was now floating around in your head. Randall, laying on that very bed next to you, with his long legs spread and that buzzing silver toy between them. Plunging in and out of your Auntie's vagina and moaning and squealing while he did. It made you feel kind of grossed out. Sightly turned on. Hugely embarrassed. Ashamed. And even a little jealous... Randall jerked off inside your Auntie's body. He was able to anything in it he wanted, anytime he wanted. It was literally like his own personal fairground ride. While this was true of all women, and you supposed it shouldn't be that big of a deal, Randall wasn't any ordinary woman. He was your Auntie now, and despite all appearances to the contrary, he was also deep down very much still a guy. And that was what made it so weird.

Regretting having come in here, your curiosity having well and truly gotten the better of you, you then closed the drawer and stood back up. Pushing these thoughts out of your mind as you did. It being like 100 times worse than anything else you'd imagined so far. The image of Randall furiously masturbating and screaming out in pleasure like some porn star in a movie, replaying over and over again in your head as you quickly rushed back out of the room.

It wasn't that easy to forget unfortunately, as hard as you tried. Returning to the living room again and distracting yourself with more Call of Duty and TV. Neither of them really doing the trick. What was most worrying however was how exactly you were going to keep a straight face around Randall now when he returned. It being bad enough already trying to ignore his more prominent womanly features, without adding these thoughts to the mix as well.

You didn't have to wait long to find this out though. As less than an hour and a half later, you heard the rattle of keys in the door, and turning from your position on the couch, you saw it slowly begin to open and watched as Randall then stumbled inside. With his heels in his hand and his curvy body bursting out of that dress. Almost as soon as you saw him, you felt your face turn red, your eyes being drawn to the mass of cleavage visible at the neckline. Now being able to put a number and a letter to those two giant mounds. Fuck me... 32K...

However, this feeling of embarrassment didn't last for long. Not after realizing just how drunk Randall was - his eyes lighting up as soon as he saw you.

"Hey, Tim, dude! Howsh it going?" he said, slurring his words ever so slightly. Wearing a big toothy grin. "You won't believe the fucking night I had."

"A good one by the looks of things," you responded, Randall's current state of sobriety actually being kind of amusing. Having only seen Randall really drunk once or twice before. And your Aunt never.

"Yesh, it certainly was. But man, those girls are fucking crazy!" he continued, letting out a chuckle. "We musht have drunk every freaking shot under the sun! I don't think I've ever been this drunk."

You don't say...

In fact, the last time the two of you had been really drunk was around a year ago, when you had crashed Bryce Spencer's party. You must have necked about fifteen bottles of beer between you and ended up puking all over the place. Unlike then though, you doubted Randall would have to worry about the prospect of getting grounded, as you had back then. Not now that there was nobody to do the grounding other than himself.

Wobbling his way towards you then, he threw his shoes and handbag onto the couch beside you and collapsed onto an nearby chair. "...And the club, dude. Talk about epic! The music... The people... The ****... You would have fucking loved it. I even ended up dancing. Me... dancing! Can you believe that? And I think I was actually pretty good. Or at leasht better than I used to be. These big old hips of your Auntie's seem to know how to move."

This wasn't surprising. Seeing as his body could already do a lot of things that he couldn't. Like walk in heels and play piano. Still having muscle memory from before. Mind you, the amount he'd had to drink presumably helped a lot too. Taking away his inhibitions and allowing him to loosen up. Apparently, from about the minute the three of them had entered the club, guys were buying them drinks left right and center. Having been creeped on by a fair few of them as well.

"You wouldn't believe it, dude. The amount of guys who came up to me and tried it on..." he explained, getting rather animated now. "Not to mention all the assholes that kept staring at my tits the entire time. I mean, I know I used to do it myself, but you don't realize how fucking annoying it is until you're actually on the receiving end. It's really fucking creepy!"

Though he clearly wasn't talking about you, you couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable listening to this. Thinking your were in some ways, just like one of those creepy assholes. You ogled girls all the time, and you even now did it to him. Not to mention the fact that you went snooping around his room earlier on like a total pervert.

"And... and not only that. Get this, dude," he said, leaning forward now and staring you directly in the face. "Some fucking pervy douchebag actually tried to grab them right in the middle of the fucking dance floor (illustrating this by grabbing a handful himself). Nearly elbowed him in the face."

"Uh, yuh-yeah. I... I don't blame you," you stuttered, clearing your throat. Trying not to stare at his hands as they sunk into his chest. His frankness while drunk being amusing, but at the same time, just a little too frank for your liking. Talk of his breasts had been something you'd both actively avoided before. Now it all just seemed to be spilling out. And as casual as you were trying to play it, hearing this now, especially after what you'd been imagining prior... well, it was making you increasingly more uneasy. Which Randall, even in his drunken state, would no doubt soon be able to spot.

And spot it he did. Suddenly letting out a frustrated sigh. "Oh for fuck sake, dude!"

"What?" you asked, pretending like you really didn't know. Hoping that you might actually be able to fool him - not wanting an elbow in the face yourself.

You hadn't though. Randall still just sitting there staring at you. The expectant look now painted across your Auntie's drunken face causing you to squirm...