What is going on??

Aunt Lydia gently strokes your arm for a minute or two as you wait for your body to calm down. As your senses starts coming back to you you face away from her, embarassed - you're laying naked infront of a woman who you only met this morning, and you let her touch you... and lick you... there...

Aunt Lydia must sense your embarrassment, because she gently takes your chin and turns your head to face her. She's smiling softly and you feel some of the concern ebb away.

"Hey now" she says, "none of that. You were amazing, darling. How did that feel?"

You can feel yourself blushing but you can't lie.

"It felt really good, Aunt Lydia. I..." you hesitate, but you can trust her, right? And you have so many questions. You sit up and prepare for a proper talk.

"I felt like this when I woke up, and it's too much but also really good and I just... what's happening to me? Why am I here? Am I sick?" You ask her, a touch ****.

"Well, darling" Aunt Lydia begins, "it appears you've inherited one of our... ah... lesser know family traits."

She hesitates before continuing, "some of us present certain... symptoms, when we turn eighteen. The need, the urgency, the fire that you experienced this morning? And just now? That's how it starts. It's a condition, which pushes our body to the edge seemingly out of nowhere and at random, often multiple times a day. If left too long it can do us serious harm, but fortunately it's relatively easy to manage. When it starts you will need to cum - that is, have an orgasm - in order to stop the progression of the symptoms into something dangerous. But you must do so, you understand? You can't ignore it."

You're too shocked to say much - a condition? What? And how are you meant to "manage" it in normal life, in school, at work?

Aunt Lydia must see your fears on your face, because she quickly continues.

"I have it as well, which is why your parents called me this morning when you first presented. Your mother likes to say we're sick, but she's a prude. Really it's manageable when handled right, and that's why I brought you here. This house is a safe place for you, and everyone in it is welcome and happy to help you deal with it without judgement or shame. You won't be able to live a strictly normal life, but I promise you the life you will have here will be amazing, okay?"

You slowly begin to understand that this is your life now, and you feel the tears come before you can do much about it. Your friends, your siblings, school... what now?

Aunt Lydia clearly notices you crying. She wipes a tear off your face gently and asks...