The Treatment Plan.

"Right," you said, taking your laptop bag off the floor. You setup on the kitchen counter and began tapping keys. "There's not a lot of registered donors in your area," you said as you scanned through the information on the database.

"Yeah, coz it's basically dyke town," noted your aunt. You nodded, adjusting yourself in the crotchal area as you continued researching.

"Not sure there are a lot of available donors that would bother with the travel either," you add, noticing how sparse the results were getting as you continued searching the database. Your aunt was standing next to you now and observing the screen with you, which was mostly a map with lists of names popping up and crossing themselves out.

"Who knew it would be so hard to find a guy to get his dick sucked on the daily huh?" said your aunt, her familiar sarcasm making you grin. "Well not that I'd be sucking anyone's dick," she appended. The image of your aunt with her lips wrapped around a hard cock was already in your head though and you tried to blink it away, only it became more and more clear every time your eyelids shut.

"It's going to be impossible to get anyone at such short notice," you said, trying to distract yourself. "With how serious your condition is you might need more than one dose a per day."

You managed not to jump when Leslie put a hand on your shoulder.

"Think you have another one in ya?" she asked, more as a joke from her tone. But you saw an apprehensiveness in her expression, her shoulders shrugged high. "Look..." she continued, crossing her arms over her bountiful chest as she gathered her thoughts. "This is... completely ... utterly out of line but, maybe you can be the... whatchamacallit. The donor." She didn't seem happy with the proposition and you could only provide a slack jawed look in return, your brain suddenly deprived of blood. "Until we can find someone else?" she shrugged again. "I mean you can stay here for a week or however long it will take. As long as it's not a hassle for you. I don't... sorry John. I'm sorry I don't want to put this on you."

You shook your head, finally regaining motor function.

"No it's fine... I can stay." You hoped you didn't sound to eager about it.

"Really? Are you sure?" said your aunt curiously, now sounding unsure of things herself. "Because... this is weird. Like... super weird. You're my nephew. I'm your aunt. " You felt your cock starting to thicken again and hoped your pants would hold out. "I'm your mom's sister. Are you really alright with giving me your... specimen? Everyday?"

You nodded.

"I'm okay with it if you are."

Your aunt was quiet for a moment, just looking at you and nodding slowly.

"This is fucked up... that's so fucked up..." she said, as if thinking out loud. "Not you! I don't mean you!" she added quickly, not wanting you to feel bad about any of this. "I just mean... this disease. This situation."

You smiled. Being an expert in the field you had a better understanding of all of this than most.

"You're overthinking it, Aunt Les," you said, your tone downplaying things reassuringly. "This is just like any other treatment. I'll make sure we keep it ... clinical. No weirdness."

"No weirdness?" your aunt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No weirdness."

At that she nodded, satisfied, or at least subduing the conflict within her for now.

"Thank you for doing this," she said, moving forward and hugging you like she used to do whenever she would visit. The warmth of her body and the smell of her perfume made you shiver slightly but you managed to return the hug in a normal manner.

"This is weird," she said, you still wrapped in her embrace. You nodded.

"A little."