An Interesting Offer Pt. 05

Rain pattered gently on Aunt Daisy's windows, a dull gray quiet blanketing her place that Monday morning--the day after our reckless night. I woke sprawled across her worn gray couch, the yellow sundress bunched high around my hips like a crumpled flag of last night's chaos. The red lace thong dug into my skin, tight and unyielding, while the bra straps bit my shoulders, a constant reminder of how deep we'd plunged.

Aunt Daisy lay curled beside me under a flimsy blanket, her green dress a wrinkled pile on the floor, her bare leg draped over mine--warm, solid, pressing close. The air hung thick--stale popcorn, sour wine, and our raw, sweaty scent mingling. My dick stirred, half-hard just from her nearness, and I couldn't resist the pull. I propped myself on an elbow, easing my hand beneath the blanket, tracing slow, lazy swirls up her thigh. Her skin felt soft, still toasty from sleep, and I grinned, sly as ever, leaning in to kiss her neck--a soft nibble first, then a wet, hungry press, tasting her faint saltiness.

She shifted, a sleepy hum rumbling low.

"Morning, Aunt Daisy," I whispered.

She stirred again.

"Mmm, Roolk..." she murmured, eyes closed, her voice groggy but edging into heat.

"You feel so good," I said, sucking gently, my tongue grazing her pulse like I owned it.

My fingers wandered higher, brushing her curves, and I rocked my hips against her leg--the thong's lace teasing my cock, that friction sparking sharp.

"Roolk--what's this?" she mumbled.

"Just waking you up," I rasped, kissing harder, trailing up her jaw to her earlobe, nipping soft as my hand gripped her hip, tugging her nearer.

She arched slightly, breath catching.

"God, you're sneaky," she breathed.

"Love it when you squirm," I smirked into her skin--she looked stunning like this, all loose and open.

My hand slipped between her thighs, teasing slow, feeling her tense then soften as I rubbed through her drowsy haze.

"Roolk, you--" she started.

"Shh, just feel it," I cut in, my dick rigid now, straining the lace.

I pressed against her, greedy, kissing down her collarbone, leaving a mark just to hear her sharp gasp.

"Oh--fuck," she gasped.

"Like that?" I teased.

"Roolk, what're you--" she began, but I silenced her with a deep, messy kiss, tongue sliding over hers until she moaned into me, her hands fumbling to clutch my arms.

"Mmm--Roolk," she moaned.

"Got you now," I pulled back, grinning wickedly, and rasped, "Morning, Aunt Daisy," my voice rough with tease.

Her green eyes fluttered open, hazy at first, then sharpening as they flicked down to me--still wrapped in that sundress and bra.

"Oh heavens," she groaned.

"Still sexy, huh?" I said.

Her hips nudged toward my hand anyway, her body betraying her mind's flicker of doubt.

"You're too much," she muttered.

I didn't ease up, rubbing her steady and firm until she squirmed, breaths quick and uneven.

"Fuck--Roolk," she panted.

"Love hearing that," I grinned.

"You're trouble," she muttered, but she didn't push me away--instead, her hand slid down, tugging the thong aside, fingers grazing my cock before wrapping tight.

"Oh shit--Aunt Daisy," I groaned loud, rocking into her grip.

"Got you now," she smirked, half-awake but cunning.

"Alright, you lit the fuse, you little rascal," she said.

She slid lower, the blanket slipping off like it was nothing, and before I could catch my breath, her mouth was on me--hot, wet, pure bliss.

"Fuck--yes," I hissed.

Her tongue danced around the tip, slow and taunting.

"Tease me more," I begged.

Then she took me deeper, lips stretching as she moved, her hand working what she couldn't reach.

"Fuck, Aunt Daisy--yes, like that," I moaned, tangling my fingers in her hair, hips jerking as she sucked harder.

"You're so hard," she mumbled around me.

"Keep going--fuck," I growled, her eyes catching mine, glinting with mischief and fire.

Spit trickled down her chin, and she hummed, the buzz ripping through me.

"Mmm--love that," I said.

Five minutes--her tongue hitting just right, her hand twisting smooth--and I lost it.

"Aunt Daisy--I'm--" I groaned her name like a prayer as I came, pulsing hard into her mouth.

She swallowed, pulled back gasping.

"Fuck--that's hot," I panted.

"Breakfast starter, huh?" she teased, wiping her lips with a smirk, voice husky.

I laughed, shaky and drained, sinking back into the couch.

"Damn right," I chuckled.

We shuffled to the kitchen after--she grabbed a loose robe off a chair, me still in the sundress, too lazy to shed it and loving the feel. Coffee bubbled, toast popped, and we sat at her small table, rain tapping outside like a nagging whisper. She poked her food, brow creased deep.

"Roolk, last night--we can't keep this up," she said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"It's wrong," she snapped.

"Really?" I raised a brow.

"You're my nephew, for Pete's sake," she added, her tone cut sharp, guilt threading through.

But her gaze kept drifting to my chest, where the bra peeked out like a bold little secret.

"Didn't feel wrong last night," I shrugged, chewing toast, keeping it light.

"Roolk--" she started.

"Didn't feel wrong when you were shouting my name, Aunt Daisy," I cut in.

She blushed hard, swatting my arm playfully.

"Don't be smug," she huffed.

"Hard not to," I grinned.

"I was drunk," she said.

"So?" I shrugged.

"And you--you're too darn tempting strutting around like that," she added.

"Glad you think so," I leaned back, grinning slow.

"So? We had a blast," I said.

"No one's gotta know," I added.

She shook her head, firm as stone.

"No, it's messed up," she insisted.

"C'mon--" I pressed.

"We're done, Roolk," she cut me off.

"That's it," she finished.

I chewed slower, mind racing wild. Eight days 'til Mom and Dad came back--eight golden days in this house, her wardrobe, her world. No chance I'd let that slide.

"Okay, how's this," I said, sipping coffee casual-like.

"What now?" she sighed.

"You need a model for your makeup gig, right?" I asked.

"Yeah..." she trailed.

"I'll do it--every day 'til they're home," I offered.

"Roolk--" she started.

"Full deal--wigs, dresses, heels, all in," I continued.

"You're joking," she said.

"I'll pick the stuff myself, really get into it," I added.

"Seriously?" she blinked.

"But we keep hooking up," I finished.

"Fair?" I smirked.

She stared, jaw clenched tight.

"Roolk, that's crossing a line," she said.

"Nah, it's a swap," I tapped the table, smirking.

"You owe me a favor--remember that promise?" I reminded.

"Oh lord--" she groaned.

"I'm cashing it now," I said.

Her eyes narrowed, but I caught the spark--she was hooked, teetering.

"You're serious?" she asked.

"Yep," I nodded.

"Every day, no whining?" she pressed.

"Yeah, if it helps you," I nodded, faking a scowl.

"Not thrilled about it, Aunt Daisy," I lied.

Total bullshit--I'm buzzing inside; her closet's my candy store.

She sighed, long and heavy, rubbing her temples.

"Lord help me, Roolk," she muttered.

"Fine," she gave in.

"But no one knows--ever," she warned.

"Deal," I grinned.

"And you're all in, no shortcuts," she added.

I stuck out my hand, grinning big.

"Deal, Aunt Daisy," I said.

"I'm yours now," I winked.

We hit her bedroom post-breakfast, raiding her wardrobe like pirates. She pulled out lingerie first--a sheer black babydoll, lacy and thin, then a red bodysuit, snug with crotch snaps. I stripped, slipping into the babydoll--its fabric brushed my shaved legs like a soft tease.

"Man, this is wild," I thought, pretending to grumble, "This barely covers anything."

"Looks good though," she chuckled, tossing me a teal bikini--stringy, skimpy, just enough to tuck me in.

"Try this," she said.

Then skirts--tight leather minis gripping my ass, flowy florals swishing as I turned--shorts riding high, and dresses draping flirty and light.

"Spin for me," she grinned.

She handed me black strappy heels, and I stepped in, wobbling.

"These are a nightmare, Aunt Daisy--crazy," I grumbled.

Lie--they make my legs pop, and I'm hooked.

"You'll figure it out, hon," she grinned.

We ordered C-cup prosthetic boobs online--her idea to "go real"--set to arrive later.

"Gonna look perfect," she said.

Mid-try-on, I caught her eye, smirking sly.

"Hey... can I wear your used panties?" I asked.

"What?" her brows jumped.

"Ones you've had on all day?" I added.

"You're odd," she shrugged.

"Sure," she agreed.

She slid off her black silk Brazilians--warm, her musk clinging--and pulled them up my legs herself, fingers lingering slow on my thighs.

"Feel that," she teased.

I hardened fast, tenting the silk.

"Guess we're not quittin', huh?" she smirked.

She dropped to her knees, sucking me through the panties first--tongue teasing the silk 'til I groaned.

"Aunt Daisy--more, don't mess around," I begged.

"Patience, nephew," she purred, lips pressing wet.

"Fuck--keep going," I growled, gripping her shoulders as the silk soaked.

She tugged them down, took me deep--wet, hot, fast.

"Yeah--suck it, you're amazing," I growled, her mouth a tight, slick heaven.

"Love your cock," she mumbled, tongue swirling as she bobbed.

"Deeper--fuck," I hissed, hips rocking, her spit dripping as she gagged soft.

"Mmm--Roolk," she hummed, eyes daring me.

Then she pushed me back on the bed, legs wide.

"Dive in," she rasped.

I dove in--her pussy tangy, dripping as I licked slow.

"Roolk--yes, eat me, don't stop!" she moaned, tongue flat against her folds.

"Fuck--you're wet," I growled, sucking her clit.

"Oh fuck--right there!" she bucked.

"Gimme more," I grinned, lapping deep--her juices smeared my chin.

Her hands yanked my hair, thighs clamping my head as she shook.

"I'm cumming--oh lord!" she cried.

"Cum for me," I urged, her hips jerking wild, soaking my face.

I climbed up, sliding in missionary--panties at my knees.

"Harder, Roolk--do me," she gasped.

"Fuck--tight," I groaned, legs locking me tight as I thrust, bed creaking loud.

"Deeper--nephew!" she whimpered, my cock sinking deep--hot, wet, gripping me.

"Yes--fuck me!" she moaned, slow at first, then faster, hips slamming hers.

"Take it," I growled, headboard thumping, squeezing her bouncing chest.

"Oh Roolk--harder!" she begged, nails clawing my back.

"Love your tits," I rasped, angling up 'til she writhed.

"Yes--nephew, keep it up, Aunt Daisy needs it!" she whimpered.

I flipped her doggy--ass high, head low.

"Do me, Roolk--Aunt Daisy loves it!" she yelled into the pillow.

"Fuck--take it deep," I slammed in, grabbing her hips.

"Harder--nephew, yes!" she pushed back, skin slapping loud.

"So fuckin' good," I growled, her ass jiggling with each thrust.

"Scream for me," I hissed, hair tangled in my fist.

"Fuck--Roolk--yes!" she yelled, pussy dripping down her thighs.

I flipped her again--she shoved me down, riding cowgirl.

"Take it, Roolk--Aunt Daisy's boy," she moaned wild.

"Tight as heck," I groaned, nails raking me as I thrust up.

"Oh fuck--nephew, yes!" she bounced, knees digging the mattress.

"Ride me," I growled, hips rolling fast--wet slaps echoing.

"Mmm--gonna fuck you good," she kissed me sloppy, leaning forward.

"Love it," I rasped, gripping her waist, her tits swaying wild.

Then reverse cowgirl--she spun, ass bouncing.

"I'm gonna--Aunt Daisy's cumming!" she screamed.

"Fuck--keep going!" I slapped her thighs, slamming down hard.

"Yes--Roolk--yes!" she shook, soaking me.

"Take it all," I groaned, matching her 'til we collapsed.

"Yes--Roolk, Aunt Daisy's so happy!" she howled, panting wrecks.

We hit the shower after--steam fogging as hot water rained down. I pressed her against the tiles, hands sliding up her wet chest, kissing her neck.

"Round two, Aunt Daisy--gonna do you right," I growled.

"Roolk, you're relentless, you scamp," she moaned.

"Fuck--want you," I rasped, arching back, guiding me in shaky.

"Yes--Roolk--yes!" she gasped, thrust slow, water slicking us.

"Wet and hot," I grunted, cock sliding easy--her pussy pulsing.

"Right there, Aunt Daisy wants it," she moaned, building it up.

"Take it," I growled, then harder--her ass smacking my hips.

"Yes--don't stop, do Aunt Daisy hard!" she begged, water splashing wild.

"So fuckin' good," I grunted, gripping her shoulders, driving deep.

"I'm cumming--oh gosh!" she screamed, rubbing her clit fast.

"Cum for me," I urged, fingers slippery, her legs shaking.

"Oh Roolk--yes!" she shook, pussy squeezing me.

"Here it is," I groaned, cumming hard inside, pulsing deep as water rinsed it away, hot and messy.

"Fuck--Roolk," she panted, lingering, her laughing shaky against me.

"You'll wear me out, kid--mercy," she chuckled.

"Worth it, Aunt Daisy," I smirked, kissing her shoulder sloppy.

"Every bit," I added.

We landed in the living room--she in a tank and shorts, me in her warm peach bralette, those black silk panties fresh off her, tight black shorts, and thigh-high stockings she'd tossed over grinning. She sat me down, makeup kit out like a craftsman's spread.

"Gotta make you flawless, Brooke," she said.

"Alright," I nodded.

She brushed foundation smooth--cool, blending soft.

"Nice and even," she muttered.

Then contoured my cheeks sharp.

"Sharp like Mom's," she grinned.

Dusting bronze shadow slow, layering mascara 'til my lashes stood bold.

"Look at those eyes," she said.

"Poppin' now," I smirked.

Deep plum lipstick followed, smeared with her thumb for that smudged-chic look.

"Messy but hot," she teased.

Then creamy highlighter on my cheekbones, nose, and chin--giving me a dewy glow that caught the light just right.

"Glowin' now," she whistled.

She drew winged liner steady.

"Hold still--makes you shine," she muttered.

"Steady hands," I said.

And filled my brows bold yet soft--like Mom's, but hotter.

"Sexy arches," she grinned.

"Wig time," she said, fitting black bangs loose and flirty, tugging strands perfect.

"Perfect fit," she added.

She stepped back, whistling.

"Wow, you're a knockout," she said.

"Girl name?" she asked.

"Brooke," I smirked.

"Always Brooke," I added.

Been Brooke in Mom's mirror forever--nice try claiming it, Aunt Daisy.

"Brooke it is!" she clapped.

"My stunning niece--perfect," she beamed.

The doorbell cut through our haze, sharp and sudden. I peeked out--froze--a tall, muscular blonde guy stood there, stranger to me. My heart raced, Brooke in full swing--bralette showing, stockings tight, no time to swap. Aunt Daisy whispered quick.

"No chance--say you're my colleague," she hissed.

"Got it--I'm Brooke, work pal," I nodded.

She opened the door bright.

"Hey, Will!" she chirped.

"This is Brooke, my colleague--say hi!" she added.

Will Nolan, landlord's son, eyed me--stockings, shorts--lingering sharp.

"Hi, Will," I said, hips cocked.

"Good to see ya--come in!" Aunt Daisy waved him in warm.

I stood tall, playing it smooth, hips cocked slight, while my brain yelled, Who's this dude? Aunt Daisy chattered bright, ushering him in, and I trailed behind, Brooke on display, the day spinning wilder than I'd ever imagined.