The light brush of her fingers against mine sent a clear signal, she felt the same heat I did, even if she was trying to hide it behind that soft, teasing smile.
"Alex… what's Caramel doing?" Aunt Stacy asked me. It was weird that I entered the bathroom without being seen by Aunt Caramel. Her eyes stayed on me as she held the towel against her body, still not fully covering those massive wet breasts or the soft curve of her belly.
"Oh, she's taking a nap," I said. My voice came out low and rough. I didn't step back. I stayed right there in front of her, close enough to feel the heat and steam rising off her naked skin. The bathroom felt smaller now.
The sound of the shower still running mixed with the sound of her slightly heavier breathing. Aunt Stacy's cheeks were flushed, her nipples still visibly hard under the arm and towel she was using to cover herself. She knew exactly what I was thinking… and she hadn't told me to leave yet.
