Episode 11
I wouldnât say I woke up the following day feeling guilty. But I was far from comfortable. For a good one hour after waking up, I remained in bed running the events of the previous night through my head. I was still in disbelief! If anyone had told me that Chiboy could do a thing like what he did the night before, I would have flatly refused. But he didnât just do it, but equally planned his way through, in near-perfection! A lot had changed certainly! He wasnât the little innocent Chiboy I had known for most of my youth. He was now practically something a little more pervert than that! He was now an adult; with desires and needs â even if they were darker than Iâd have liked. That does tell how much the boarding school could change! Not like I am against boarding houses, but given the kind of impact it had had on Chiboy, Iâd be hard-pressed to think there wasnât an element of reservation to how they operate. My Chiboy now knew what lust is, and the significance of the b0s0m in S#xual gratification! In fact, he was worse than that â especially, after perceiving him wanking his certainly erect J0yst!ck in the darkness! Chiboy had become a spoilt boy!
However still, while I may be quick to call him spoilt, bad and the likes, one thing still remain obvious, and that is the fact that I got aroused by his probes and seeming decadence! No amount of âholier than thouâ and âI am the good auntieâ can cover that! I got wet; period. In fact, I got all sticky as a result of his touch and prods! So if I was really that saint I was attempting to almost call myself, then I shouldnât have felt anything about his touching me. I should have either told him off or simply broken free. But I didnât. So it had to be assumed that I equally enjoyed it all the same. My head might keep saying it wasnât so, but my K!ttyC@t did say otherwise that very night. Needless to ask who would be most certainly correct, since evidence speaks louder than perception. Given these, I had to think the best approach would be to totally put all these to the side. I wouldnât go rebuking Chiboy for what he did, when I know within me that my body responded in like manner to his actions. It was pointless doing so. It was also pointless condemning myself when I do know I didnât initiate the activities of the previous night. Chiboy did. But he may have also done so out of curiosity, and youthful exuberance. I had to be understanding and realistic. If I hadnât given him the opportunity to do what he did, he certainly wouldnât have done so. I was the one who gave him an arm to âmaulâ. I was the one who wore a sleeveless nightgown that would allow for his little hands to slip in. I certainly warranted all that had happened and so it was best if I allowed it to die a natural death. Moreover, he still wasnât even aware of my actual reaction to his touchesâŠ.so? We could just go back to being our natural selves, I guessed!
Anyways, Chiboy as usual, was sat in front of the gaming console when I walked into the living room later that morning. He had woken already. And like the previous night, he greeted me without turning back or looking up. I had to begin wondering why he always did that. But then, it wasnât so much of a big deal either, so I played on.
âHow are you sweetheart?â I replied, trying to be as casual and warm as possible.
âIâm fine auntie.â he quickly looked up at me with this slight smirk on his face. I avoided his eyes that instant!
âOhâŠokkâŠay.â I stammered. Feeling my heart skip for no apparent reason!
He didnât speak again. Rather turned to face the Tv. I remained lost momentarily, before seeming to catch on with myself. Was I loosing the poise battle already? After I had just told myself I was ditching everything from last night to the side? That was so much for returning to our natural selves.
I went on into the kitchen to repeat my usual morning routine of doing the dishes and making breakfast. But I met the dishes done already!
âDid you wash the plates Chi?â I called out from inside the kitchen
âYes ma.â was the reply. I melted. He was so cool.
âThanks baby.â I was the one smirking my lips this time.
I didnât waste further time in getting on with making breakfast. Fried eggs on toasted bread; with a cup of tea. It was ready in less than an hour and I was serving us breakfast just as soon.
I hadnât changed yet and was still on my nightie â the one I wore from the previous night. While I hadnât mentioned it before, it wasnât exactly the longest nightie you can imagine. It was fairly short and was sleeveless.
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