What to do?

Chapter 55

Why was I horrified? That question might be plaguing most of you at the moment.

Well, to answer that question, I'd like to turn the clock a little back. Just a few days ago.

A few days ago when, I found a purple piece of stain in my aunt's hamper, which was usually known as panties.

The very same purple panty that I had stolen from my aunt's dirty hamper but not only had I stolen it, I had also nutted in it. Then the even more foolish thing I had done was to store the said panties in my suitcase, not in my inventory where no one other than me had any access.

Such a foolish mistake resulted in the panties, along with the one I had stolen before, disappearance.

I said 'disappearance,' but it wasn't so much of disappearance, but most likely someone had retrieved them from my suitcase, a possession that wasn't mine in the first place. The person who had done this was most likely a resident of this house, and Mira, my cousin, had been the most likely suspect since her behavior towards me had gotten a little strange.

But, only now, could I say so with certainty, that it wasn't Mira.

Now back to why I was horrified.

Imagine what sort of emotion would you feel when you see the very woman whose panties you had not only stolen but also nutted out in were under the use of the very same woman?

She was wearing the very same purple satin panties that I had stolen and not just that, had discharged and painted them white with my baby batter.

Before I could even recover my shock, Aunt Elise didn't even look back at me and entered her room, most probably to take her shower.

The question on my mind once I recovered from my shock was just this; What was the meaning of this?

If she had known for two days, why hadn't she confronted me about it? Was there an ulterior motive? No. My aunt wasn't like Tom so it was difficult to believe it was a ploy from Tom.

Then the only explanation that stood was that my aunt was messing with me. But what would she gain from doing so? Did she want something... illicit?

I couldn't come up with an answer so I did the logical thing I could. I headed back down to the basement where Tom and Ross were still engrossed in the game. I tried to distract myself but after what I had seen, it was even more uncomfortable sitting down in the same room as the husband of the woman in question.

"I guess you're a lightweight, huh, Tyler?" Tom asked as he turned his head towards me.

"Huh? What?" I asked, tearing my head from the TV while I was not really watching what was on the TV.

"You must really love basketball, huh? I've never seen someone so engrossed in it." Tom commented and all I could do was reply with a nervous chuckle, "I just love it."

"Haha!" Tom let out s short laugh and said, "Of course, you do. Here!"

He handed me a shot of tequila and said, "We're doing the big games now."

Only now did I notice that Ross wasn't just engrossed in the game, he was totally out of it. And Tom reeked of alcohol as well. And it was indeed as he said, instead of beers, they had switched to heavy drinks such as tequila and vodka.

"Haha..." I let out a small chuckle full of nervousness again but it wasn't for the reason he thought it was as he said, forcing the drink on me, "Come on! Be a man! Let's drink all night."

'Yeah, let's definitely do that.' I said inwardly before I took the shot of tequila and downed it in one go. Once again, my hopes of getting wasted and numbing the nervousness of the situation died after the initial burning, I didn't feel a thing.

This went on for hours and I was not interested in how the others were doing but after two hours of constant drinking when I felt nothing at all, I finally decided to man up and deal with things how they came. If my aunt wanted me out for good, she wouldn't have remained silent for two days and if she wanted something out of me, she would have blackmailed me, not shown me the fricking panties the way she did.

So, there was something more at hand and I needed to deal with it how the things turned out to be.

I wasn't drunk but when I turned to my drinking mates, I saw no sign of Ross, and Tom was out for good. To make sure he was alive, I checked his breathing but he was alive and stable so I left him there to go to my room to catch some shut eye.

As I came up, I noticed a slight scent of cooked meat only to see Mira cleaning up the kitchen.

"Hey." She said before she asked, "You want something to eat? You guys were in there for hours."

"Hours?" I asked. The most it felt like was two but when I looked outside the sliding glass door, it was pitch dark outside.

"So engrossed, huh?" Mira asked, "Ross was picked up by his mother an hour ago and when I came down to pick him up, he was out for the good and you were too."

"Only in a different way." Mira added at the end and asked once again, "Anyway, you want something to eat. The rest have gone up to sleep but I can cook you something quick."

"No." I replied lightly, "I'm good."

If I got too hungry to the point of being famished, I'd just purchase something from the shop. There were cooked dishes in there as well, just not of this world but of Rox's.

"Sure," Mira replied as she continued her cleaning, and once she was done, she went to her room as well, leaving me standing in the living room as my brain took some time to process everything.

Once, however, I was pretty clear on things, I decided to deal with things now, not later.

The girls were in their room, Tom was in the basement, wasted and passed out, and Aunt Elise was alone on this floor so there was no risk of any argument getting out of hand and the others knowing about it. Probably.

So, I made my way over to her room, my feet as light as possible. Rox was proficient in my things and this was one of those. I didn't make a sound until I was in front of her door. I knocked on her door but there was no answer, and on the third try, I had no choice but to open it on my own. It was unlocked and the lights inside were off. However, the moonlight alighted the room through the curtains.

And under that moonlight was when I saw her, laying on her bed, her body outlined under the covers. Aunt Elise seemed fast asleep and her body was turned to the side, outlining her massive ass under the covers.

I didn't know why, but the effect of the pink hue on me leaking from her was stronger at the moment than it ever was. The task that three bottles of vodka and tequila hadn't been able to achieve was done so by the pink hue in the room.

The assault of that on my senses was numbing. I couldn't even think, let alone do so rationally.

So, under that intoxication, I walked over to the other side of the bed where I assumed Tom was the one to sleep usually.

She fidgeted a bit when I climbed into the bed but she was still asleep when I did so. I removed the covers on top of her once I was sure she was deep asleep and I found her beauty further covered in a white tank top with no indication of a bra but I could be wrong and the very same purple panties that I had stolen from her hamper and she had managed to retrieve them, flashing me with them as well to make sure I knew that she knew.

I brought my hand to her ass which faced my side and rubbed my hand on her watermelon-shaped ass. To say it was soft was an understatement. The very word was made for this ass.

It was spongey and soft, and when I pressed a little inside, it sprung back like a spring.

"Mmm..." Aunt Elise moved a little but that was the extent of her reaction. So glad that she wasn't awake once again even when I had molded her ass to my heart's desire, I decided to be bold and move on to the deeper territory.

Tracing my finger further down, I arrived at her ass crack until I further went down to find a surprising detail.

She was wet as hell.

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