Hearing about what you did kinda turned me on.”
“What?!” I asked, surprised at her bluntness. Aunty sex “You said it wasn’t a bother, right?”
I chuckled. Maybe. Maybe it was playful banter, and maybe she enjoyed it, but that didn’t change how gross I felt afterwards. She then pretended to pull out her hair, which made the both of us laugh. It was, after all, one time. It kind of sounded like a wrong-answer buzzer during a game show, accompanied by a blood-red portrayal of Daisy’s face. “That’s a good girl.” I remarked assertively as I continued to ram her from behind. As usual, I felt a wave of shame wash over me. Molly guided my hand over her chest as she pulled me in closer to the spoon. “That still puts me out of a bed, though.”
I shrugged.
