Aunt Anna's Incense Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Aunt Anna's Incense Ch. 02 by Straydog0419,Straydog0419 Ch.2: Interruption

Monday morning came, and Bobby woke up to find Jenny had already left the room. The smell of cum was still strongly present. He sneaked into the laundry room down in the basement, and tossed his underwear and other clothes he had from the previous night in the basket of dirty clothes. Aunt Anna had mentioned the day before that she was the one in charge of doing laundry for the entire household every few days. Hoping that she wouldn’t notice the cum-soaked underwear, he wrapped it inside of a shirt, and pushed it down to the bottom of the basket, thinking, in his panic-fueled naivete, that she would never notice. Feeling like he had successfully accomplished his mission, Bobby ran upstairs to have breakfast. Everything felt the same as the day before. Jenny didn’t treat him any differently, and aunt Anna was as warm as ever. After breakfast it was time to go to class. The siblings decided to walk there together, and Bobby saw this as a chance to question his sister regarding her opinion of their new family.

“They seem friendly,” she said, “although a little distant.”

“Aunt Anna is very nice to us, but our cousins haven’t been friendly to me at all.”

“They might be a little shy.”

“Maybe,” he said, feeling bad for judging them. He decided to change the conversation. “And did you sleep well?” he asked.

“I slept okay. I was put in a room by myself. I have plenty of space and privacy. I will say though, I think I heard some weird noises in the middle of the night,” she said, looking up as if trying to remember, and then down as if doubtful of what she was saying.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I think I heard footsteps outside my door several times. I woke up at one point when I thought I heard distant voices.”

“Like people talking?”

“No… Not talking… Never mind. I slept pretty good. You?”

“Y-yeah. Me too,” he said, noticing her suspicious dismissal of her story, and feeling his guilt about the previous night return yet again. Talking about it was not helping.

“Is Jenny the snoring type?” she said after a while, with a sly look and a teasing smile.

“Actually,” he said, swallowing hard, “she sleeps pretty quietly.”

***

Bobby got back from school feeling hungry, so he went straight to the kitchen for a snack. There he found Lisa with two of her friends. She was talking to them and preparing a protein shake. It looked like they were getting ready to go to the gym. When he walked in Lisa pretended that he wasn’t there, so Bobby figured that he wasn’t going to be introduced. Realizing the need to do the honors himself, he said hi to the group, feeling hurt for being ignored. Lisa’s eyes flashed at him. She was annoyed. Her two friends looked at him and gave him a polite smile. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds before one of the girls, noticing that Lisa continued to prepare her shake without looking at them, decided that she’d be the one to make introductions.

“Hi. You must be Bobby,” she said with a sly look in her eyes and a smile that showed a perfect row of teeth. “I’m Becca and this is June,” she said, gesturing towards the other girl.

“Hey,” said June, also with a smile.

Both of these girls made an impression on Bobby. Becca was the shorter one of the two. Her hair was dyed green and had a smooth radiance to it. She was wearing black lipstick, a choker, and had nose and lip piercings, which he thought was an interesting look for the gym. Her body wasn’t very toned, so it was evident that out of the three she was the least experienced when it came to lifting weights. Becca’s eyes had a penetrating yellow hue, and were full of confidence. He could feel them sizing him up and scrutinizing his features the entire time. Her voice was smooth and peculiar, almost angelic. She seemed to savor every word she said to him, which gave an impression of careful composure, and measured behavior. She looked impeccably clean, even to an abnormal degree. Bobby noticed that she smelled really good. It was the kind of clean, sweet, perfumed smell that made him want to get physically closer to her.

June, the other friend, had naturally red hair, and a warm, friendly smile. Her skin was almost glowing with paleness. Her shoulders and face had a few visible freckles that the boy found attractive. Her eyes were a deep green, and her lips were a bright, natural rose pink. At the time he thought she was the introverted friend in the group since she was the most quiet one. In reality she liked to speak little, but there was nothing introverted about her. She was the same height as Lisa, which is more or less 5 ft 8 in, but she felt much bigger than that, because she was full of muscle. Her forearms were bigger than Bobby’s biceps. He noticed she had big breasts that were strapped harshly against her body to keep them from being in the way of exercise, which told him that she took fitness very seriously. He didn’t notice at the time, since he was distracted by Becca’s perfume, but June usually had a unique, distinctly pleasant aroma of female sweat.

“So, what do you think of your new home?” blurted out Becca in earnest.

“It’s great. I’m grateful to be living here.”

“And what do you think of Lisa? Is she treating you alright?” she asked, with a teasing smile and with eyes that darted back and forth between him and her.

“Ugh! This is so awkward. Bobby why don’t you go do your homework or something? We gotta go,” said Lisa, finishing her preparations and grabbing her keys.

“Sure,” he said, annoyed at her attitude. “It was nice to meet you all.”

“You should come lift with us sometime,” said June, “you need some muscle.”

“Ha,ha! That would be interesting,” said Becca, laughing. She looked at Lisa again, searching for a reaction.

“Not in a million years,” said Lisa, before he could accept the invitation. “Oh, and by the way, mom is looking for you. Something about the laundry. You should go find her downstairs. Bye.”

As Bobby watched the group of friends leave the house he stood in the kitchen unable to move. Lisa’s words had petrified him. The young man was overwhelmed with embarrassment and fear. “What if aunt Anna noticed my cum-soaked underwear and decides to make a big deal out of it?” he thought. His mind was spiraling with all sort of pessimistic thoughts, and imagining the worst possible scenario when he realized that he was already descending the steps that lead down to the laundry room. He had no choice but to hope for the best. In the dark basement he found the washing machine and dryer, and his aunt standing in front of them. She was folding clothes and putting them into a basket. His aunt was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was wet. She had nothing under the robe, which was carelessly put on. Her collarbones and her cleavage were exposed, and the more she moved, the more her robe struggled to hold on to her body. Even from behind Bobby could see her breasts jiggling with movement and she folded clothes. He approached, and nervously asked if she was looking for him.

“Hi Bobby!” she said, with her usual smile and glowing green eyes, “How’s the new school?” Her skin was still damp, and shining with water and paleness. The moisture of the hair wetting her neck and shoulders.

“It was good… You know, just a normal day,” he answered awkwardly, trying his hardest not to look at her body. His head was spinning between fear of what she might say and the strong sexual tension her body exuded. She had a faint smell similar to the incense he had encountered the night before.

“Well, that’s good…” she said slowly, still smiling, looking down at her hands folding clothes. “You know, yesterday I told you that I usually take care of the laundry in the house. I like doing it, but I forgot to mention that if you ever want to do your own laundry you are welcome to do so. I realize that you’re a grown man now, and… well, maybe you feel weird having a woman going through your clothes….like your underwear, for example.”

His heart was beating so fast that it hurt. He felt his face turn red.

“But I am your aunt,” she continued, and looking at him sideways, “so you don’t have to feel weird with me.” She folded the last piece of clothing and put it in the basket. She was done, and motioned to go. She wasn’t going to say anything about his underwear, after all. The conversation was over, but Bobby desired to continue being addressed by her. Awkwardly, he asked her if she needed help carrying the basket. “Oh, sure! You can take that and follow me to my bedroom,” she said, pointing at the basket. “Wow you can do it with one hand? Such a strong man!” Her smile was as attractive as her eyes were intoxicating.

They went upstairs. The entire time he stayed behind her, trying to not stare at her butt as she walked. Her bathrobe was sticking to her body and sinking into her ass cheeks as her hips moved with each step. “I don’t think she is wearing any underwear,” he thought. Despite of the familial link between them, a carnal, primal desire was teasing his senses. The entire trip to her bedroom was a mental fight against his own will to touch her body.

“You can leave that on the bed,” she said, once they arrived. She went through the basket and pulled out his clothes from the previous day. “Here,” she said with a smile, “your clothes.” He thanked her, unable to look at her in the eye, and began to walk out when she grabbed him by the arm very gently, and said, almost in a whisper: “Remember what I said. You can do your own laundry if you want, but… I want you to know that I really like doing it for you. Your clothes have… they make me so proud to see you so grown up. So,” she said, placing a few strands of her wet hair behind her ear and leaning forward a little, “don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything from me, or if you ever want to talk about personal stuff with me. I can keep a secret.” Their eyes connected and he couldn’t look away. When she leaned in he could see her bare chest out of the corner of his eye. The bathrobe had almost come undone, and he could smell her sweet breath mixed in with the scent of her hair. He felt a shortness of breath, and his penis began to react. Somehow, he managed to avoid a full erection. She winked and leaned back, fixing her clothing and tightening it up. Bobby nodded stupidly and tried to cover his crotch with his clothes, before thanking her again, and heading back to his room.

In there, Bobby sat for a few minutes. He enjoyed the privacy of not having Jenny in the room at that moment, and tried to calm himself down after what had just happened. “It’s all in my head,” he thought. “She wasn’t flirting, and the voice I heard last night wasn’t hers. I’m not even sure that I heard anything. Maybe I was half-asleep…” Eventually, he decided to take a shower to clear his head.

In the shower he kept feeling that he was being watched. It was utterly unnerving, even though he had no reason to think that there was someone in there with him. As he began to undress a strange sensation of being scrutinized made him start to feel weak, and his already agitated state of mind resulted in him being unable to calm down. He felt his penis begin to harden as he remembered his aunt’s face close to his. Her breath had been so sweet, so hot. Her eyes so welcoming. He couldn’t get her body off his head. The warm water falling on his skin wasn’t helping. He tried to ignore the slow hardening of his dick, and continued to shower until it was time to wash it. When he soaped it up and rubbed it a little he knew that he wouldn’t be able to feel better until he finished. Not wanting to spend longer than needed in the shower, he decided to jack off as quickly as possible, and as soon as he started stroking it he heard the bathroom door open and someone come in. He was certain that the door had been locked.

“I’m in here!” Bobby said, hoping that whoever came in would realize their mistake and walk out.

“Yeah, I know,” a soft, but firm voice said. He realized he wasn’t familiarized with it. “It’s Jenny. Calm down I just need to pee real quick.”

“Can’t you use the other bathroom? I’m taking a shower!”

“This one was closer and I can’t hold it in any longer. We do this all the time in this house so get used to it,” she said.

“A-alright,” he said, with his dick still in his hand, throbbing and hard. He was having a hard time thinking straight. The pleasure he felt in the tip of his cock and the fresh sequence of events that had been happening up to that point wouldn’t let him concentrate. His cousin, who was sitting with her panties down on the other side of the curtain, was now a direct reference to what he had done the night before, which only added to the guilty pleasure. Her mere presence was enough to remind him of his perversion. As he heard Jenny’s pee start to fall, he rubbed his cock, while listening to her give out a soft little moan of relief as the warm liquid streamed down from her vagina for what felt like a long time. This sound was hypnotizing. He looked hard through the frosted, slightly transparent texture of the shower curtain, to picture her sitting there as he continued to masturbate. When she was done and began to stand up, he couldn’t hold back the desire to see her– to maybe get a glimpse. He peeked around the curtain just in time to see her pull up her panties. She had her back turned to him, and he saw her underwear go over her round ass cheeks, which was more that he could take at a time when his mind was already at its limit. His cock contracted and exploded in a stream of hot cum that splashed the shower curtain from his side. As she shifted and fixed her skirt, he was on the other side jerking violently and soaking the curtain with a ton of semen.

“Okay, I’m done,” she said, flushing the toilet and moving towards the door.

“M-me too,” he moaned stupidly, still contracting and cumming as she opened and shut the door. “I think she heard me,” he thought, “because I heard a giggle before she shut the door.”

For the rest of the afternoon he wouldn’t stop thinking about how weird he had been feeling since he came to the house. He’d been lusting over his aunt, and had jerked off next to Jenny twice. During dinner he felt Jenny look at him the entire time, and awkwardly look away when he tried to make eye contact. Her demeanor had less apprehension and was now adopting an anxious vibe. Anna had put on a dress that was a bit too revealing for dinner with the family, and he was left unsure if the things that he was feeling were justified given how bizarrely these people were behaving. Even Sammy, he noticed, was changing in ways he couldn’t explain. She seemed distracted and distant, which was not like her usual self. And there was also that strong, lingering smell of incense everywhere.

***

After dinner Jenny approached Bobby, which was the first time she talked to him directly, outside of their little bathroom scene, and told him that she was going to take a shower and that she wanted to go to bed afterwards. She said that when she’s sleeping she’d appreciate it if the lights in the room are off, and that he keep quiet. “So, basically she’s telling me that I can’t be on my phone or making any noise in the bedroom,” he thought. “Great. The only time she speaks to me, it seems, is to tell me what I can or can’t do.”

Since there was nothing else to do in the house, she was essentially imposing a curfew on him, and forcing him to go to bed out of boredom at the same time she does. Her attitude towards him he found very annoying. He wondered how come Sammy had called them “friendly”, when both cousins were behaving very antagonistically towards him. Frustrated, he decided to have his revenge. He waited a few minutes after she had stepped in the shower and, making sure nobody noticed him, went into the bathroom after her. She let out a cute little gasp when she heard him come in, but didn’t say anything.

“It’s just me,” he said, “just taking a piss.” She remained quiet, but he could see that she had stopped moving behind the curtain. Standing where he was, Bobby noticed that the light in the shower creates a silhouette of the person showering, meaning that he could see the shape of Jenny’s naked body on the other side. The curtain made it so no detail could be seen, but her movements and her skin color where clearly visible. She was not moving, but instead listening to him closely. To his dismay, he also realized that if he could see that much of her, that meant she must’ve seen him masturbating when she walked in earlier. He was terrified of the implications behind this discovery, but he was already inside and he had to finish his little “joke”, or she would just accuse him of being a pervert. Anxiously, he pulled out his dick and started peeing, purposely letting out a long and exaggerated moan of relief. He watched her shift uncomfortably on the other side of the curtain.

“You’re taking too long!” she said, “are you trying to spy on me?” he noticed a change in her voice.

“I’m just peeing. Not a big deal right? You said so yourself.”

“Just finish already!”

He did, and as was he washing his hands, he saw the curtain move when he turned his head to see her silhouette one last time. She had tried to peek around the edge, just as he had done before. Her shadow was leaning close to the end of the curtain.

Walking out, he retired to bed and waited until she finished, curious to see if their little interaction would be what they needed to break the ice and actually have a normal conversation. He imagined they would awkwardly joke about walking in on each other, and go from there. He was naively hoping for the best possible scenario.

Jenny walked in after a few minutes wearing her pajamas. She noticed the lights were off and didn’t say anything. Suddenly, she turned a small desk lamp on, and quickly climbed the bunk bed ladder and sat on the edge of his bed.

“What was that?” she said.

“What?”

“Are you a pervert or something?”

“Huh?”

“Were you trying to spy on your naked cousin in the shower? I can’t believe you.”

“No! That’s not it at all. I mean… well…”

“I’m just messing with you!” she said, bursting out laughing. For the first time the young man saw her eyes sparkle with life. Her smile was beautiful, and it was his first time seeing it. He was shocked.

“Is it that funny”?

“Well, yeah. It’s not a big deal, you know,” she said, still giggling. “It’s just that…” she was suddenly silent, and watched him with eyes that were still smiling, but with tightly set lips. “Well, never mind. I guess we can leave it at that.”

“Uh, sure,” he said. In watching her green eyes in the dim light of the room, Bobby felt a terrifying shudder. Whatever she was thinking behind those eyes, it was not good. “We saw each other’s silhouettes” he thought to himself, “and we both know it.” The fact that she wasn’t going to say anything was more worrying than reassuring for him. He then noticed her eyes traveled down his entire frame, and she smiled at him as she watched him shift uncomfortably. She was studying from up close. “I did notice,” he said, shocked at his own boldness, “that you’ve been looking at me a lot. Is there something you find interesting in my face?”

“Good night, cousin. Sweet dreams,” she said, as she climbed down the ladder, and went to sleep.

***

A while later a restless noise woke him up in the middle of the night. There was a rustling sound coming from below, and the bed moved slightly. He heard a soft whisper. Curious, Bobby carefully peeked down below to see Jenny, her body covered with the bed sheets, writhing around. Her face was flustered. Eyes closed. She seemed sweaty from where he was. Eventually she stopped, and fell back into a peaceful, motionless sleep. He remained awake and thinking for a long time, before sleep finally overwhelmed him.