“It’s good.” She says in a disinterested mood as if she just wants to sleep in peace. I felt like I am pushing a bit, so I just shrug it off and continue to use my phone.
“How is your Uni and your studies? They’re hiring next year in campus?” She asks after a solid minute of silence, as if she felt a bit guilty for not being slightly social with me.
“They’re good! I am in 6th semester, so not yet! Though I want to go into same line of work as Abhinav uncle.” I say in response.
She eyes at me from her shoulders as I am smiling and typing in my phone, “girlfriend?” she asks me straight forward.
I go numb for a moment, not because she caught me or anything, I don’t even have a girlfriend to begin with, but relatives don’t usually ask these kind of questions, and that too coming from my aunt makes me a bit wonder.
“No no, it’s just our friends group! And I don’t have a girlfriend…” I say with a shrug, at this point, it’s both flexing and a sad thing for me to admit that I am still single.
She nods simply and turns around, her back facing me as she tries to sleep for the night. I continue chatting with my friends and after a few minutes, a sudden sound bursts out from my phone, a sound of Indian woman screaming in pleasure as if she’s getting pounded by someone, loud moans filling the room for a few seconds. I stumble with my phone, panicked, quickly fidgeting my fingers on phone to turn it off or at least reduce the volume.
“What was that?” my aunt asks furrowing her brows.
“Sorry sorry, it was just a prank video from one of my friends, I didn’t know the content, so I opened it and like…” I try to explain the truth and stop as she laughs at the silliness of the situation. “I swear it’s just a prank video, there’s nothing in the video… See?” I turn my phone screen towards her and play the video with full sound again as it plays the same womanly moans again, filling the room.
“Ok stop, I get it, it’s just a prank video.” She says with a laugh and lies on bed again, this time turning towards me. “So this is what your friends do huh? Sending such videos and pranking guys who play that with full sound while they’re home?” she asks with a tease.
I shrug off with a nod, “well I am sure many of my friends would have fell for it too!” I say.
“Your generation is so much into phones, so no wonder most of you fall for it!” she says with a sweet smile, trying her best to not sound like my mum who complains about me spending too much time on phone.
“I mean you can’t blame us! Like take me for example, it’s just me and my mum living here, I can’t talk to her openly, because of generation gap, so I tend to spend time with my friends online.” I explain.
“Why don’t you talk to your mum?” She asks curiously. My eyes slowly shift from her eyes to her breasts, the thick velvet fabric outlining her bosom shape as if she is braless beneath the nightie.
“How can I? She doesn’t tell me half of the stuff, she just tells me what to do, but not why… Like take this as an example. You and uncle came here, so I asked her about what happened, casually, but she doesn’t tell me. She’d just say, ‘you still need to grow up to understand these’, like I’m 19 already, and it’s not rocket science.” I vent slightly.
She presses her both lips together and pauses for a moment, “Ok listen Rahul, I don’t know why your mum didn’t tell you about this, but we’re thinking of getting a divorce. Things aren’t working out well and as soon as your uncle told your mum, she called us here to stay with her for a while and then decide together as a family.” She explains me.
“Wait what? Divorce?” I ask furrowing my brows.
“Yeah, now don’t talk about that again, I just told you because your mother didn’t. And I feel like she shouldn’t raise you like this, you’re an adult already, so you must know what’s going on. You can talk to me about many things openly!” she says with a sweet womanly smile.
I always knew that my aunt is a bit young for my mum’s generation, and a bit old to my generation, so she has both modern views and some boomer views in her.
“Anything?” I ask raising my brow.
“Yeah? What do you chat with your friends usually?” She asks curiously.
“Oh I don’t know, this and that, a bit of everything. Games, girls, sometimes studies and porn…” I say with a shrug, shooting an arrow in the dark.
She raises her brow, “modern youth huh?” she says with a smirk, “so what kind of women do you like?” she asks.
“Hmm someone homely, like housewife material, but like not too dumb in terms of sex knowledge. You know… A modern housewife in a nutshell.” I say staring at her body, her nightie elevates all her godly curves as she sleeps on her side, facing me.
She chuckles softly hearing that, “yeah don’t end up like your uncle in the end, because I consider myself a modern housewife.” She says with a shrug. “Anyway, goodnight Rahul, I should wake up early tomorrow. It’s nice that you’re interesting so that I don’t have to spend my time here bored!” She says as she closes her eyes and tries to sleep.
A few hours later, it’s around 2AM, I am still scrolling through YouTube videos as tomorrow is weekend and I don’t have any classes and I can sleep whenever I want, I tilt my head and notices my aunt snoring, deep in her sleep. With every breath she takes, her breasts expand forward. She turns on her back, raises both her arms and places them above her head, the sleeves pull up at her shoulders, exposing her shaved damp armpits. I always had a thing for the Indian women’s armpits, I just like the texture of the shaved ones. I slowly bend my head, my eyes fixated at her armpits, this is the first time I am looking at them up-close, my heart races twice as fast, I reach her underarms and take a deep sniff of her as I close my eyes and just feel the moment, it’s like a nature lover standing in the nature and feeling it up by inhaling the pure smell, her body odour has the same effect on me, pure, natural. I stick out my tongue and takes a small slight lick, she furrows her brows in sleep, moving her hand as that’s one of her sensitive parts. I panic and quickly bury my head in the bed, pretending to be asleep even if she wakes up. I lift my head and realized that she just turned around to sleep, her legs folder, the nightie lifted up until her thick inner thighs are visible. My hand slowly reaches her back of the nightie, slowly lifting it up, I am not sure if this is morally correct, she’s my aunt, but my horny mind is getting the worst out of me, I lift until her panties are exposed, the cold air must have hit her private parts, she lifts her hand and grabs her knees to pull down her nightie in her sleep.
I quickly take my hand away and slide to my side of the bed, it feels a bit too risky, but I want more, I just can’t sleep for some reason. She turns on her back again, her soft breasts resting on her chest, like two high unstable bodies resting on a mountain, waiting to fall down given a chance. I lie on my belly, slowly sliding towards her and place my hand on her tummy slowly, as if I am doing this in the middle of sleep. After concluding that she’s still snoring, I slowly move my arm on her belly, upwards, until I can grab her soft breasts, I don’t know if it’s because of the nightie or maybe her breasts are indeed soft, I feel like I am squeezing the softest pillow. Just as my finger slides a bit more up and tries to sneak beneath her nightie, she opens her eyes and notices me laying my hand on her, she sighs softly, assuming that I’m asleep and removes my hand off of her body and walks towards washroom without waking me up.