"I can help with that," you offered.

Your aunt blinked at you again, gazing upon her naked nephew with a wide-eyed wonder... for just one moment before she quickly looked away.

"No... no no no," she said, voice hastening. You let go of her pantyhose and your lips went thin. "No, sorry no. It's fine no," she continued, scrambling backwards a little and getting onto her knees, now all the way at the other end of the couch by your feet. You felt everything of yourself shrinking and pushed yourself up, collecting the towel around your waist again.

"Yeah no I was just.. sorry I didn't mean..." you stammered, your neck feeling hot and the heat rising up. Seeing the hurt look you tried to grin away your aunt reached out and took your arm. With your heart pounding with embarrassment she smiled at you pleasantly and sighed.

"No look, I'm sorry. It's not that you're... well... you..." she began, then faltering as she tried to search for the words to let you down easy. "Thank you. Really. It was very sweet of you," she said, looking you in the eye with a sincerity and sweetness which only dulled the confusing ache inside you a little bit. "I... can take care of it myself," she said, noting your disappointment but not wanting you to feel bad about being rejected by a card carrying lesbian. Which you would eventually, intellectually, accept and totally get over anyway. "But um... I... uh... that was not too bad," she added, nodding to your now covered and for once flaccid penis. "Surprisingly. I... might have even enjoyed it... a little... " That couldn't help but make you smile and seeing this your aunt appeared to relax too. "Just a tiny bit. But only because it was you." Those words healed all wounds and you nodded.

The shift in dynamic was pretty odd, considering you were meant to be the one administering treatment to your aunt. She got off the couch and headed to her bedroom to 'take care of herself'. You laid on the couch for a few minutes longer, lifting the towel to marvel at the shiny spit that your aunt left behind on your cock until it mostly air dried off. Then your ears perked, and then you just heard your aunt moaning. You sat up, looking to the hallway. You heard your aunt swear, loudly, then moan and groan. There was the occasional gasp. Her bedroom door must have been wide open for her voice to ring out so clearly. And she must have known it too, because she was not attempting to hide the noise at all. Her bedroom was not sound proof and she was well aware of that, having apologised to you the other night when you had to knock on her door and tell her to keep the volume of her riotous phone calls down. "Fuuuuck..." your aunt moaned, that word apparently the only bit of vocabulary she had while doing what she was doing. "Ahhhhhahhh...ahhhh..ahhhOhh! Fuck..fu..fuuuck...ahhhHHHHHNNN! Oh fuck...fuck..." was the final 'sentence' then it completely died down. You kept watching the hallway though, just in case she had a second wind, but after a few minutes your aunt just stepped out. She was back in a tank top and short shorts and headed to the kitchen smiling.

You got off the couch now, feeling sticky and sweaty and deciding a quick rinse off in the shower was needed.

"I'm gonna use the shower again," you told your aunt as you passed her.

"Okay," she answered cheerily, opening the fridge. When you walked into her room to get to the shower you stopped at the bathroom threshold then slowly turned to your aunt's bed. You're not sure how you missed it when you first walked in through the wide open door... but on the middle of the bed was a bright purple dildo. It lay there, glistening, the sheets damp around it. All you could do was stare at it until your aunt popped her head into the bedroom. "I think we'll just order pizza for dinner tonight, what do you think?" she asked you. You looked to her, then to her freshly used toy on the bed, then back to your aunt. Her eyes flicked momentarily to the bed then refocused on you. "So... what toppings do you want?"

"Uh... Hawaiian?" you suggested slowly. Your aunt made a face, much like she often did when she thought something was disgusting.

"Pineapple on pizza? You are so weird... okay... " she finished, then disappeared around the doorframe. You blinked at the space she left behind, then again at her sticky tool of self pleasure, then headed to the shower to run cold water over yourself, big stupid grin on your face the entire time.