Rate this story by StockingTops I awoke the next morning to the sounds of Aunt Mary in the kitchen. As I lay in bed awake, I started thinking about how she had come in to wake me up for breakfast the day before. Thinking (hoping) she might do the same thing today, I started thinking about pretending that I was asleep when she came in. I wanted to expose myself to Aunt Mary. But I didn’t want her to think it was intentional. And I wanted her to be able to look as long as she wanted, without feeling...
