Hell yes!

It felt like months before I finally was alone with my Aunt Julie. Then again, her relation to dad, being on of his first EDP fucks and being rescued by him not long before his untimely **** all played into her being one of, if not, the most popular mayor in America.

"Oh Johnny, it's so good to finally meet you." She said in a cheery voice. She was dressed in a red blazer with a slim black dress underneath and her hair was up in a bun.

"We've met before... When I was like fifteen." I replied, slightly annoyed she didn't remember me. She lightly smacked her forehead. "Johnny I'm so sorry. I've met so many of dad's children over the years, I have trouble keeping track of them sometimes and I forget which ones I've met and which I haven't." She apologized.

"It's alright. I understand." I grumbled, still a little hurt.

Whatever anger or resentment I had quickly faded away as Aunt Julie began to undress. That dress that now lay on the grimy floor hid an absolutely amazing chest, not to mention the flat tummy of someone who's never had a child in her life which couldn't be right, and a trimmed barely there blonde bush.

"Do you like 'em? You have the wonderful tax payers of the city to thank." She said mischievously, just barely holding her D cups in her hands.

I wordlessly nodded, I was absolutely floored by how sexy she looked for someone her age. She finished up by undoing her bun and letting her hair flow downwards. She then outstretched her arms and gave a look that said 'Come and get me, Tiger.'

"Honey, do you want me to do anything? Film, join in, just watch?" Rebecca asked from behind me. Truth be told, I was so stunned by Aunt Julie, I forget she was still here. "Y-yeah. Uh sure." I said, my brain still overwhelmed. "Well, what exactly should I do?"