You confessed.

"I saw you," you started, swallowing as you felt your feet getting colder. Your aunt raised an eyebrow.

"Oh... you mean how I was... naked?" she shuffled a bit in embarrassment. "I was about to take a shower and uh... y'know that's when it hit me-"

"No..." you interrupted softly, plunging on. "I mean I saw you and... mom." She took a moment to process this and licked her lips.

"This morning? I... we were just saying goodbye," she said nervously. "Just a jokey sisterly kinda... I don't know what you think you saw but-"

"Last night. I saw you and mom last night. In bed. Naked," you confessed finally and fully. "And etcetera," you added with an offhand wave. The coffee pot dinged, the hot dark beverage now ready. Your aunt stared at you with a hard to read expression... something between horror and disbelief.

"You spied on us?" she said, a harsh edge to her voice. You felt the butterflies drop down into the pit of your stomach.

"Whu-well... I was... you left the door wide open," you started, the part of your brain that was responsible for making up excuses throwing open the doors to its armory. "I heard noises and thought that you might be having withdrawals again. I didn't mean to creep... exactly."

"Oh my god," your aunt said, running her hands through her hair and pacing towards the fridge. You weren't expecting this kind of panicked reaction from your usually easy going aunt and swallowed.

"We... we weren't..." she started, her face paling as she continued pacing. "It's just that ... it's been so long since I've... with another woman and... Patricia is just so... this addiction is really messing with my... oh my god..."

"Hey hey, Leslie. Aunt Les, stop," you approached her slowly like one might to an uneasy racehorse, your up hands where she could see them. She looked at you with wide eyes. "It's okay I'm not... It's okay really. I just didn't want to lie to you and pretend I didn't know."

"It's so fucked up," she said, to the world at large.

"It's not... it's not fucked up," you replied, trying to reassure her. She turned her head at you.

"You're okay with this?" she said, surprised.

"Uh... yes. It's-" you started but before you could continue she jabbed a finger into your chest.

"I knew it! You want to fuck your mom!" she shouted, mood suddenly shifting now that she found a different thing to focus on than her own guilt.

"What? No!" you cried back. She shook her head at you in disbelief, accusatory finger still poking you. "You actually fucked my mom," you countered, much more calmly than you felt. At that your aunt could only blink at you, licking her dry lips again, the fire in her eyes slowly fading until she exhaled greatly. Her hands fell to her sides in defeat and she leaned back onto the counter.

"Oh god I'm so fucked up," she groaned.

"You're not-"

"I'm fucking my sister and sucking off my nephew," she stated, stopping you into a few long seconds of awkward silence. She looked down miserably. You sighed and started to get things ready for the drinking of coffee and your aunt watched you with her arms crossed over her chest.

"First of all," you began, pulling two cups down from the cupboard. "You're a cum addict. That is not your fault. That's the disease. It will make you want to suck... that is fellate ...penises." You were trying to shift into your persona as the professional expert on this condition and was hoping the language might help your aunt deal with her anxieties on how she was acting. You held up the coffee pot. "And fellatio is the most effective and efficient way to extract the seminal fluids you require to satiate your withdrawal symptoms. And the disease makes you want to, you cannot help it, and fortunately it turns out to be healthy for you anyway." Your aunt was still looking at you with her arms crossed but her expression had softened. Coffee was being poured. "And no matter who the donor is you'll just get that urge," you went on. "It becomes a biological imperative. But it's also the treatment. And the fact that I'm the only one around who's qualified to treat you ... that is just... bad luck. " Or good luck. The best luck. Fucking awesome luck. You handed her a cup of coffee; black, with two sugars. She took it and the spoon rattled against the mug.

"And the sister thing?" your aunt inquired, taking the cup to her lips and taking a short sip. You weren't sure if she was being serious or shifting back into her jokey self but decided to add your two cents worth anyway.

"I'm no sexologist but I think... it's pretty common for female siblings to... explore their sexuality with each other," you tried.

"I think you've been watching too much porn. Or reading too much smut online," she said, a small smile curling the corner of her mouth. There was a relief to seeing your aunt relax again and you picked up your own coffee.

"Look Aunt Les, whatever two consenting adults do, if they're not hurting anyone, I don't see what the problem is," you said, all diplomatic and magnanimous. But those were your true feelings. "You taught me that, you know. You and mom." This brought a real smile to your aunt's face and she almost got a little misty eyed.

"You were raised right," she said with a sniff. "You little momma's boy."

"Ah Jesus," you sighed, turning away from her with your coffee.

"I bet you still want to bang your mom," she called after you with a short laugh.

"Do you want your morning load or not?" you said, shutting her up for a moment.

"Yes... please," replied your aunt as she followed you back to the couch.