Suffering the Side Effects

"I might go take another shower," you declared, getting off the stool stiffly. You expected a bit of light headedness but aside from the throbbing soreness between your legs everything seemed fine.

"Okay," your aunt said warily, uncertain but out of ideas. She was also distracted, brushing the cum from face with her fingers then delicately licking them clean. She was quietly savouring the lingering taste and clingy sensations on her skin. It was quite a sight but sticking around to watch the show wasn't an option. You pulled away reluctantly.

Shirt dumped haphazardly onto the bathroom floor you turned on the cold water. Only the cold water. Stepping under the stream had an immediate effect and you sighed, letting the coolness wash over your face, down your chest and onto your aching bulge. The relief sent a shiver up your spine... but it was fleeting.

"Shit," you swore quietly, though your voice still echoed in the shower. It was almost like temperature of the water around your dick was changing, heating up as it got there. You withstood it a little longer, hoping that the drenching would help, that the pain would abate, but the cold water was only slowing it down. You were probably sweating now, trying to concentrate on the sensation of the water on your skin instead of the spreading hurt. The tiles felt cold on your forehead, another moment of respite, but soon your ears were ringing. Your erection strained and you grimaced, legs feeling weak and not in a nice way like before. It got so bad you had to get onto your knees before they buckled. You pawed at the handles and turned off the showerhead to stop waterboarding yourself then slumped back against the shower wall and slid down onto your butt. The coolness of the wall and floor wasn't helpling much. And you didn't manage to shut off the shower completely either. A light spray kept wetting your crotch, the ache now deep and throbbing. It was making you queasy just to move so you you kept still as the cold water soaked you.

It felt like long minutes just sitting there, but there wasn't much else you could do. You had to try and wait it out... hope for your stubborn erection to go away... for the pain to go away... But it wasn't happening.

"John?"

You looked up, vision wet and blurry. You blinked and wiped your brow with a hand. It was your aunt, checking in on your overlong the shower. That you were damp and naked didn't matter. She had seen everything anyway. You could see the worry on her face. "It's not getting better is it?" she asked, leaning down to inspect you more closely and increasing her worry at your pained expression. You could only shake your head halfheartedly in response. "Poor baby..." she said, then you watched as your aunt straightened, pulled off her tank top, slid down her shorts, and stepped into the shower with you.