Younger Aunt's House (1)
Waking early to Mom's phone call from the crack of dawn left me foggy-headed all morning.
Mom said she'd sent side dishes and fruit over to Younger Aunt's place, so I should go pick them up.
She often sent plenty of food for me and Younger Aunt, and whenever she did, I headed over there to collect what she'd packed.
Youngest Uncle drove a truck for work and only came by a few times a month with piles of laundry. So Younger Aunt pretty much lived alone with her daughter. Mom must have felt sorry for her, sending lots of fruit and food from the countryside—and she always included some for me too.
I kept a fair amount of contact with Younger Aunt. Like today, when Mom sent a package, I stopped by; and every two or three months, Younger Aunt gave in to Mom's requests and came over to my studio apartment to help with cleaning and organizing.
And today was the first time I'd see her since we had sex not long ago.
I'd already texted her that morning. I'd stop by in the afternoon to pick up the package Mom sent. Younger Aunt agreed readily, just like always.
I climbed into the mid-size luxury sedan "Typhoon" parked in the school lot. Childish, but that was the nickname I'd given my new car.
"Let's go, Typhoon."
-Vroom
My studio and the apartment where Younger Aunt lived were about a forty-minute drive apart. I parked Typhoon in the apartment lot and called Younger Aunt. The line connected after just one ring, as if she'd been waiting.
"Hello."
"Minwoo? Where are you?"
"Yeah. I'm right out front."
"Oh my, you're early. Come on up."
"Okay."
Younger Aunt's voice was the same as always—as if the sex we'd had never happened.
I took the elevator up to her place. Standing at the front door, I worked my facial muscles a bit for no reason.
"Phew..."
I pressed the doorbell. A moment of silence, then the door opened.
-Click
The door opened and Younger Aunt appeared.
"Mi... Minwoo, you're here?"
The normal voice from our call just now was gone; she spoke in a low, trembling tone. Younger Aunt glanced at me as if she might look, then averted her eyes. In the end, she couldn't meet my face and said in an even smaller voice,
"Come in, Minwoo."
She forced out that one line, then turned and headed for the living room. Probably because this was the first time seeing me since the sex. All those dirty things we'd said in that room, the threesome that never should have happened morally. And how she'd taken her nephew's cum deep inside her twice.
I slowly followed her into the living room. Along the way, I tossed out a casual line.
"How's Uncle doing these days?"
Just something to lighten the mood. Younger Aunt answered the everyday question in a slightly more relaxed voice.
"Yeah. He's busy lately. Just the day before yesterday he dumped a huge pile of laundry and took off again. Says this time it'll take about two weeks."
It worked. She let out a long answer in one breath.
"Is Eunhye going to school okay these days?"
"Well, yeah. She's always out and about, who knows what she's up to."
Eunhye was Younger Aunt's daughter—my cousin. Two years younger than me, and so busy I barely saw her except on holidays. Of course, we were super close as kids. She even cried and carried on about marrying me all the way through middle school.
"Did you go out somewhere today, Younger Aunt?"
"Why? I was home."
"Ah. Because you're wearing makeup."
"No. My face just looked puffy so I put a little something on."
Younger Aunt's face wasn't just slapped with something casually. She was made up prettily, like she was heading out to meet friends.
"You look pretty even without makeup."
"Oh my. R-really? Thanks, Minwoo."
Younger Aunt's cheeks flushed pink. She was wearing a slip with thin shoulder straps. Sure, you could wear a slip at home, but with her nephew coming over? Did that outfit make sense?
But even stranger—her breasts stood out prominently under the slip.
If she'd worn a bra, they'd have been rounded into shape. But now the natural shape of a woman's breasts showed through completely. Nipples poking out through the fabric. The deep cleavage visible above the slip. Younger Aunt was braless right now. The thick scent of perfume wafting from her now and then. She'd clearly prepared herself thoroughly because I was coming. Of course, we'd already had sex not long ago.
"Thirsty? Sit on the sofa for a sec? I'll grab some drinks."
I sat on the sofa. Younger Aunt went into the kitchen. She quickly brought out two glasses of drinks and sat beside me.
"Have a drink."
"Thanks."
After that, silence fell. What should I say? Just gulp the drink, grab the side dishes, and head home? I couldn't think of a single next thing to say. Younger Aunt was probably thinking the same. Normally she'd link arms, act cute, and insist I stay for dinner or hang out, but today she'd become a quiet, demure lady.
While I was thinking of something to say, something useless slipped out.
"Younger Aunt, that slip..."
"Huh? This. Looks weird, right? It got hot earlier so I just threw it on and I've been like this."
I remembered she always wore tracksuits or random T-shirts around the house.
"Why? Does it look weird? Should I change into something else?"
Wasn't changing into something else the normal thing in front of her nephew? Her legs bare, braless, half her breasts exposed. Yet she was asking me.
"No. It suits you well. It's pretty."
"Pretty? Really? Th-thanks, Minwoo."
When I said she was pretty, she smiled happily like she'd gotten a compliment from a boyfriend. The way Younger Aunt was looking at me right now seemed somewhere between adult man and nephew. After saying that, she lowered her head a little as if embarrassed. Her shoulder-length bob framed her cheeks.
"Aren't you bored today, Younger Aunt?"
"Why?"
"Usually when I come over you say you're bored and link arms to watch TV together. You're not doing that today."
"Link arms... and watch TV?"
"Yeah. Let's."
Younger Aunt linked her arm through mine. My forearm pressed fully against her breast. A soft yet elastic feel transmitted to my arm. The subtle jiggle and brush made my heart pound.
I turned on the TV. Just like before, we stared at the TV with our arms linked. But today was different. We kept trying to press closer, as if feeling each other's warmth. Without a word, without seeming to do anything, our bodies pressed together as we shifted, pretending not to notice.
As time passed, our bodies pressed so close there was nowhere left to go, and Younger Aunt pulled my linked arm tighter. Now my arm had moved past hers to the front of her chest, pressing against her breasts. Or more accurately, my forearm was supporting her breasts. And still, as if we weren't doing anything, our eyes stayed on the TV.
I rubbed her breasts a little with my arm.
"Mmm."
Her body flinched for a moment and let out a small moan. We were doing something, yet doing nothing.
I slowly lowered my arm and placed my hand on her thigh. Younger Aunt stayed still. We pretended not to notice each other. I kneaded her bare thigh, which felt cool to the touch.
"Hmm..."
She flinched slightly but stayed still. I was doing nothing. My hand stroked up her thigh and slipped deep under the slip. Then my fingertips touched her pubic hair. The wetness from the slit within. Younger Aunt was braless and pantyless. But still, I was doing nothing.
"Hmm..."
She let out a single moan. Right now we were doing nothing, just watching TV. And deep down, we were engaging in foreplay. Pulling each other close, rubbing against her breasts, kneading her thighs, touching her pussy with my fingertips.
I slipped a fingertip into her slit. Her juices wrapped around my finger and sucked it in slickly.
"Ha-euk."
She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and flinched. I slowly scraped the flesh of her pussy with my finger and pushed in a little deeper.
-Squish.
"Ha-euk."
Her body reacted to my finger. No need to hide it anymore—we started real foreplay. One arm link had awakened that day's feelings without a word.
My finger went deep into Younger Aunt's pussy. Then pulled halfway out and pushed back in.
"Kah-heuk."
Younger Aunt leaned back as if reclining on the sofa, her legs spreading wider. I moved my finger faster and faster. She wriggled her hips, feeling the pleasure with her whole body.
"Haaang. Haang."
Younger Aunt grabbed my free hand and pulled it onto her breast. Her large, elastic breast filled my palm completely. Every time I squeezed, the feel of her nipple transmitted through my palm. Even touching over the thin slip, it was as if the fabric did nothing—her soft skin came through fully.
"Haa. Good. So good."
She started actively seeking the pleasure now. Watching her, I said,
"Younger Aunt, why didn't you call me all this time?"
"Haaang. I wanted to call. Yesterday, the day before. Every single day. I wanted to ask you to come. Ha-euu."
Her juices flowed down my hand onto the sofa.
"I've thought about you every day since that day, Younger Aunt."
"Me too. That day won't leave my mind. I kept thinking of your naked body every day. Ha-eung."
"Be honest with me now. Tell me your real feelings, Younger Aunt."
"..."
She said nothing, as if embarrassed. I pulled down her shoulder straps and lowered the slip. Her elastic, massive breasts reflected the living room light, looking even whiter.
"Come on, tell me. Your true feelings."
I took Younger Aunt's erect nipple into my mouth. I licked around the areola with my tongue.
"Ha-heuk. Good."
Her breathing grew faster. I gently bit the hardening nipple with my teeth. Younger Aunt threw her head back further and grabbed the hand caressing her pussy, pulling it deeper.
"Haa. Haa. Ever since I had sex with Minwoo, I can't think of anyone but you. Defile my body however you want."
"What should I defile you with? Tell me, Younger Aunt."
I overlapped two fingers and pushed them deeper into her. Her sticky pussy flesh clung desperately to my fingers.