Pool day (2)

Chapter 35

Did I mind doing her feet? Did I? How could I not? Just look at them. Even though I wasn't a foot guy, I couldn't bring myself to deny touching those exquisite feet. Perfectly maintained and clean from toe to heel. The nails were perfectly pedicured and their nail color was white. As I said, I wasn't a feet guy but even I could tell when a well-maintained pair of feet looked elegant.

While her white colored nail polish didn't go well with her red bikini, it would be a perfect blend if she were to wear the white one like she did that day. Well, who would focus on her feet or nail polish color when she was wearing that bikini but whatever.

The bottom point was I didn't mind so I moved down, still on her left side, I kneeled on one knee and applied oil on my hand again, warming it up before I applied it to her feet. Soft to the touch and like a piece of flexible glass, they felt perfect and fit perfectly in my hands.

They were a little tense, to be honest, but those weren't just her feet. She was also a little tense. Her legs weren't too wide apart and they were straight so I could tell she was a little apprehensive about this. Therefore, pushing forward here wasn't a good idea.

I massaged and oiled her feet for as long as I could until I could elicit a few moans of satisfaction from her, but other than that, I didn't even make my way to the base of her calves.

On another note, the pink hue emitting from her became denser and denser as time passed by. Over the few days with Sasha, I could now tell what it was and what to do with it.

It was lust. My aunt's lust. It emitted from her pussy and it could only be eaten through there as well, or at least that was the only way I knew for now. The point to notice was that when Sasha emitted such a hue, she would be uncontrollable in heat and would show signs of desperation. However, that lust wasn't even enough to fill my room.

Yet, Aunt Elise's lust, well, it covered my view as far as it went. It covered almost this entire house or maybe even beyond that in that pinkish hue. As far as my gaze went, there would be only pink, even now, she was emitting the very same hue from her pussy, from her crotch, but, the signs on her face were calm as if it was nothing.

As if she was desperate as hell but in perfect control of whatever her situation was.

One thing I couldn't help but notice was that the emission of her lust intensified when I touched her, almost as if she was turned on but she didn't exhibit any of such signs. Not only that but there was also the fact that this lust energy increased my stats. If even one-tenth of it from Sasha increased my stats by so much, I only wondered what would happen if I were to consume this massive amount.

My body shivered in anticipation. I couldn't help but imagine all the gains and benefits but I wasn't too far gone into my lust to do anything at the moment. As I said, she was tense. Besides, I wasn't going to do anything to her she didn't want just because my balls were at stake, literally. Even in Sasha's case, I didn't do anything more than what I could at the moment.

No matter what, we were still family and there were certain limitations that must never be crossed until the other party was prepared for it.

"Hmm~~ Your hands feel heavenly, Tyler." Aunt Elise said with a low moan as if some weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Now that I noticed, she was very tense, both to my touch and literally as well.

And it was turning me on.

[Lust level: Orange]

Great.

Anyway, just because she didn't want to, there was no reason I couldn't plant the idea in her mind, to let her be aware of it for the next time.

"Yeah, more like you're tense and even this light massage is working wonders. You should cut back on heels." I replied.

"I don't wear heels." Aunt Elise replied before she added, "Not that much, at least."

That was true, I had rarely seen her in heels, only when she was going out or something. Even then, she would often wear sandals with no giant heels. Of course, they were elegant and expensive sandals but sandals still.

"Still, you're too tense. Maybe a little visit to a massage therapist would help." I suggested. While I was trying to plant an idea, I wasn't a professional so if she really was tense, she should see one.

"I'm not too comfortable with someone putting their hands on me." Aunt Elise simply replied. I didn't know what the reason for that was but she was conservative around many people. Perhaps it had to do with the big breasts she had and all the looks she'd get.

"Well, then you should at least let me do this light massage sometimes. And stretch, if possible." I suggested, also adding in a logical suggestion to make mine less… lecher, perhaps? Whatever.

"Hmm~~" She let out a low hum and said, "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll see what I can do about it."

"Great. You want anything else or should I finish up?" I asked while my hands were still massaging her feet slightly. She sighed and said, "Well, I guess that's enough for now."

I nodded, not appearing to be desperate at all, and returned to my recliner. It didn't make sense to oil your back and ignore your legs but as I said, she wasn't too comfortable.

Besides, with her face down, I could admire her all I wanted. But before that…

"I'm gonna get me something to drink. You need anything?" I asked Aunt Elise who hummed slightly and said, "A margarita would sound great."

"Coconut?" I asked.

"Yep." She replied, her face still down and her eyes still closed. I nodded and stood up from my spot but instead of making my way to the house, I silently made my way to the shed once I was a little out of vision. Of both parties.

Who was the other party you ask?

Well, "Giorgio," I said as I opened the door to the shed, only to find a man with his dick in his hand, his shorts down, and his phone in his other hand, filming the obvious person to be filmed, "That's not a very nice thing to do."

He panicked, hurriedly canceling the recording video and pulling his shorts up but in his hurry, he tripped and fell. The sound was enough to startle aunt out there but since she couldn't see inside, she asked, "Giorgio? Are you still not done?"

"Answer her, Giorgio," I said in a low voice as I made my way to the panicking Giorgio who was stepping back as I stepped forward.

"Giorgio?" My aunt asked again. Seeing Giorgio still didn't reply, she stood up from her spot and made her way to the shed. Seeing her coming, I moved at full speed, startling Giorgio and before he could even react, I grabbed his phone and checked the gallery before he could lock it.

And to my surprise, it was full of women in this house. Sunbathing and all.

"Tch, tch, tch," I said as I looked at him panicking more, and in his panic, he took a swing at me which I caught with one hand and pushed him down, fracturing his arm.

"Ahh!!!" A guttural scream of pain left his lips.

"What is going on in there?" Hearing the scream, Aunt Elise quickened her pace and as she arrived in the shed, I could tell what she was thinking as she saw me, holding Giorgio's arm, him on his knees, in visible pain, and a phone in my hand.

"What is going on, Tyler?" She asked, not jumping to any conclusions.

"Please…" Giorgio said in a low voice. He obviously was an immigrant and if he were to be fired, or worse, reported, his life would be over. Well, not that I cared. I was the more ruthless son of a gun on the West Coast. Even worse than my grandmother.

"You should have thought about that before, Giorgio," I said before I handed my aunt the phone in my hand and said, "Look what he's been doing."

As Aunt Elise looked at the numerous videos and images, her expression couldn't help but change to that of disgust as she said, "Tyler, call the cops and report what happened here. I need everything he has and the names of everyone he's shown these to."

Well, that wasn't the right call. Logical? Yes. But correct? No.

"How about you let me handle this one, Aunt?" I asked. She looked at me, wondering what I meant by that but I simply smiled and said, "Why don't you get dressed and start working on lunch? I'll be back soon."

She looked at me and after a while, she nodded and left. I was all smiled until she was gone. Well, I was still smiling when I turned to look at Giorgio, but this smile had an entirely different meaning.

As clothes magically appeared on my body, I said, "Well, Giorgio. How about we move this meeting to someplace else?"

Before he could react, I struck him on the back of his head and knocked him out.