by StockingTops
Aunt Mary started getting a little less discrete about her flirtations with me after the episode that early morning in my guest bedroom. But she always maintained a modicum of decency. Everything was an accident, or just “natural for two people living under the same roof.” When I got up later that morning, I intended to throw on a pair of shorts and go to the shower to rinse off. But when I checked my bag, and then the closet, it became apparent that I had nothing to wear. Not even the nightgown and