"Alex? What are you doing here?" Aunt Marie's voice came out soft, almost surprised, but there was a tremble in it. Her hands were resting on Mike's arms, fingers curled lightly around his arms. She stood much closer to him than she needed to, her body pressed against his side, chest brushing his arm with every small breath.
My mind went completely blank. The sight in front of me hit like a shockwave.
Questions and worries crashed together all at once. What was he doing here? Why was she wearing this clothes?
Mike lifted one hand slowly, sliding it over Aunt Marie's head and down to her side. His fingers settled on her hips, low enough that it was way past casual. The grip was possessive, thumb resting just above the waistband of her black mini shorts, pressing into the soft curve of her flesh.
He pulled her closer in one smooth motion, making her body fit against his even tighter. Aunt Marie let out a small gasp at the sudden tug, her white-silver hair falling slightly out of place. She reached up quickly, stroking a loose strand back behind her ear with shaky fingers.
"Meet my girlfriend." Mike said, his cocky grin spreading wide across his face.
"I got the upgraded version of yours." He laughed at his own joke, the sound low and mocking, echoing in the quiet doorway.
When I looked back at Aunt Marie, her head was lowered in shame, cheeks burning a deep pink that spread down her neck. She didn't say a word to deny it, didn't push him away, she just stood there quietly, accepting his claim like it was true. Like she really was his girlfriend now.
I gulped hard, my eyes drifting over her body again. She looked so different from the Aunt Marie I was used to seeing classy, elegant, always put-together. Now she wore those tiny black mini shorts that clung to her wide hips and thick thighs, the fabric stretched so tight I could see the faint outline of her panties underneath.
The black lace bra hugged her massive breasts, pushing them up and together until they looked ready to spill over the cups. The sheer material let the dark circles of her areolas show through faintly, her nipples stiff and pressing against the lace like they were aching.
"Hey! What are you staring for?" Mike frowned when he caught me glaring at him with raw rage. His grin twisted into something sharper.
"I could be your future father-in-law," he added, leaning in slightly.
"or do you prefer I be your father?" That was it. My patience snapped. I tightened my fists, knuckles white, and stepped forward, ready to swing.
But Aunt Marie moved faster. She stepped right in front of me, one hand pressing firmly against my chest to stop me from advancing. Her other hand grabbed Mike's arm tightly, fingers digging in like she was trying to hold him back too.
"Why are you guys fighting?" she said quickly, voice soft but pleading.
"Mike, I think you should go now." She pushed gently against his chest with both hands, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Please."
Mike glanced down at her, smirk fading for a second. He looked back at me, then at Aunt Marie again.
"Fine," he said finally, shrugging like it was nothing.
"I'll go. For now. Anyways I'm pretty satisfied. I don't wanna waste my time on this loser." He stepped back, giving me one last smug look before passing by me and walking away down the path.
Aunt Marie stayed where she was for a moment, hands still pressed to her chest, breathing fast and shallow. Her eyes met mine, full of guilt and shame, and something else I couldn't quite read. Maybe regret, maybe fear, maybe something deeper she didn't want to admit. The air between us felt thick and heavy, like the silence was pressing down on both of us.
Now that I looked closer, I noticed the thin sheen of sweat beading on her skin. Small drops had formed along her neck and collarbone, slowly trailing down the deep valley between her breasts. Some of the drying and some sliding over the soft curves and disappearing into the black lace bra that barely contained her.
Aunt Marie noticed where my eyes had gone. Her face turned a deeper shade of pink, embarrassment flooding her features. She quickly placed both hands on her chest again, trying to wipe the sweat away with quick, nervous swipes. But the motion only pushed her breasts up higher, making them jiggle slightly under the lace. She couldn't hide much, the bra was too small, too sheer, and every movement just made more of her cleavage spill into view.
"I... I just took a bath," she said awkwardly, voice shaky as she tried to cover herself more. "Clumsy me haha, I forgot to dry off properly."
But I knew she was lying. There was no fresh soap scent, no clean-shower smell. Instead, I caught the light, musky trace of her sweat—warm, feminine, mixed with something faintly sweet. It made my throat tighten and my pulse quicken in a way I hated myself for.
"Come sit inside... I'm gonna change in a minute," she said quickly, turning away.
She jogged back toward the stairs, and I couldn't help watching. Her big ass bounced with every step, the tight black mini shorts riding up higher as she moved. The fabric stretched over her full cheeks, outlining every curve, the lower cheeks peeking out with each bounce. Her thighs rubbed together slightly, smooth and thick, and I felt a fresh rush of heat low in my stomach despite everything.
I took a deep breath and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. I walked to the living room sofa and sat down heavily, dropping the box of chocolates on the coffee table. My hands felt shaky, mind spinning.
I thought about Rose and how she must have been feeling with Aunt Marie being together with Mike and now... her own mother, standing half-naked in Mike's arms, letting him touch her like she belonged to him.
The guilt twisted in my chest like a knife. How could I face Rose after this? How could I look her in the eye knowing her mom had fallen this far because of me not being strong enough to stop him in the first place?
I rubbed my face with both hands, trying to push the thoughts away. The sofa felt too soft, too comfortable under me. I leaned back, head against the cushion, staring at the ceiling.
After what felt like forever, I heard footsteps coming back down the stairs.
Aunt Marie appeared again, now wearing a dark blue leggings that clung to her thick thighs and round ass like a second skin. The material was thin and stretchy, outlining every curve, the seam running right between her cheeks and highlighting the full shape of her hips. She had on a loose white blouse, but even that couldn't hide her massive tits.
Its top buttons undone just enough to show deep cleavage, the fabric stretching across her chest with every breath. She still looked a little embarrassed, cheeks pink, eyes avoiding mine as she walked into the room.
She stopped a few feet away, hands clasped in front of her, fingers twisting nervously.
To be continued…
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