She whimpered softly in appreciation. Once he had toweled her clean, he tossed the cum-stained towel aside, picked up another, and wrapped her in it, then laid down beside her in the sun, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight and gently against him. She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting into an exhausted sleep.
The last thing she heard as she surrendered to the sweet embrace of sleep was his voice, whispering in her ear.
“The family back in the Midwest always told me Aunt Dee has the devil inside her. Whatever is inside of you that made you put that place behind you, I’ve got the same devil. Now, I know for a fact that the devil has been inside you Aunt Dee. In your cunt. In your ass. In your mouth. I think I am going to enjoy four years of school. Four more years of fucking you, again and again, in every way imaginable and maybe, well, maybe some you haven’t even imagined yet.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him.
“Oh,” she said, “My beautiful fucking nephew, the devil in me has a great imagination.”
Then, she surrendered to sleep.
He gazed down at her for a few minutes, thinking about what she said, and then following her to sleep.
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