Thread: A game to play with the family. (Mel & Tropicallolita)

Her mom threw a curve ball to Emilys admittedly already flawed plan by just shooing everyone to bed in her typical fashion. Emily of course knew that nobody really took her mothers bed curfew seriously, not even her father, but it made the moment awkward enough and before she could dismiss her mothers attitude, Amanda had already brushed her request off. Emily honestly hoped she wouldnt be uncomfortable, and she was torn between offering to go get her something anyways or just let it slide not to make things anymore weird. However, Amanda made the choice for her by turning around and starting to undress. Emily just stood there for a couple of seconds, honestly not knowing what to do. It wasnt that she minded that Amanda was taking her clothes off in front of her, it was that she had an inkling she probably should avert her eyes and find something to do instead of ogling like a creep. So, she tried. She flipped through the book that was in her bedside table. She stared at the ground. In the end, though, her eyes kept coming back to Amandas curvy body, her flawless skin. Emily knew that she was staring because she was envy of Amandas beauty she had a low self-esteem and she tended to stare at women like that, she had realized a little while ago. But she knew it was very wrong to have such feelings for her mothers sister, her very nice aunt who had always been sweet to her. Those were bad feelings and she needed to shut them off. Emily gripped her left arm with her right hand and used all of her willpower to train her gaze on the ground. Her aunt deserved privacy and safety inside their house she was family and she would have expected as much, not for Emily to notice the perfectly round shape of her ass with an obsessive attention and covet it like someone who had one of those mental illness that turned into serial killing. She wished for a second she could be cool, comment and play and turn her uneasiness into amusement like Cece always could. But she didnt have the snide tongue or the confidence Cece possessed. So she just avoided, quietly, in her special manner, doing anything that could be considered offensive. Which side of the bed is yours honey? Emily hadnt counted on Amanda directly addressing her. She knew she had to face her Aunt, or Amanda would definitively know that something was up and she would get grilled for answers she wasnt keen on giving. She raised her head and concentrated on looking as innocent and pleasant as everyone deemed her to be. She was the role model in the family as far as youth went she had always behaved politely and treated grown ups appropriately and been noted by her impeccable manners. She couldnt let that slip from her now. Nevertheless, her mind took a second to remember what exactly she had been asked when her eyes landed square on her Aunts bare chest. There was nothing there Emily should have been envy of. By her accounts, her breasts looked exact the same size and shape as Amandas, if they werent slightly bigger. Amanda was tanned and perfect though, which Emily could never be. She was so pale she was practically a ghost, but some of her friends insisted boys dig the perfect porcelain skin and light rose areola thing. She didnt. And she covered her chest in what she knew was a very self-conscious gesture, before replying to her aunt. I sleep on the right. You can have the left, Auntie Amanda. She closed her eyes and scolded herself. Auntie? Where had that come from? She wasnt five anymore. She smiled at her Aunt and then rushed back into her walk-in. She left Amanda to herself, and grabbed a pair of flannel pajamas, and then slid into her bathroom. She didnt usually take a shower before bed when it was this cold, but once she took off her jeans, she realized her panties were wet. She blushed furiously, knowing exactly what that was supposed to be and not knowing what to think. So she just turned on the scalding water, pinned her hair back and jumped under it. She closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths as the warm water and jasmine scented soap involved her, creating a bubble of relaxation. At least, on the outside, things were helpful. On the inside, her head didnt want to be deterred as it accused her of being some terrible perv. Still, she had to remind herself, it wasnt the first time this happened. Though the last time hadnt been any less embarrassing, she had read on the internet and understood it was just a physical reaction, nothing more. The last time, though, she had allowed Cece to shave her bare. Her sister insisted that now that she was all grown up and attracting looks, she needed to groom her pussy because boys didnt like hair. Emily wasnt sure she cared that much what boys preferred and she suspected Cece had in her mind to mess with her out of jealously, because she had turned out more like her fathers family, skinny and flat. She was still beautiful and popular, but there were few things Cece resented more than being overlooked for somebody else. And with her breasts almost exploding out of any shirt she wore, it was hard for Emily not to have people looking. So she was almost sure the way Cece had touched her pussy had been purposefully teasing, to provoke a situation for the mocking tone that had followed. This she hadnt been touched. She couldnt understand. Maybe there was some circuit in her brain that was a little broken. Or maybe she was just attracted to Amanda. She swallowed hard and decided to climb out of the shower and stop thinking. Thinking wasnt helping at all. She would still have to share a bed with Amanda. Her Aunt was nice though and she was sure she was mature enough not to act like Cece if she noticed anything. And tomorrow she would be gone and Emily could pretend nothing had happened. She dried herself quickly and noticing she had forgotten a new pair of panties, she just decided to go without and finished getting ready for bed. Amanda was already under the covers when she reached the room, so she steeled herself and climbed onto the bed too. Goodnight, Aunt Amanda, she whispered before clicking the lights off.