<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Behind closed doors, or so he thought <strong>Tags:</strong> Testing auntie </em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div><br/>I had been unprepared the last time, and therefore overwhelmed. Now I see the signs. The smile tinged with sin. The narrowed eyes and honeyed tones. A nice little package of circumstantial evidence. Whether they merited the conclusion 'Auntie wants me' will remain a debate until the end of time. But I remember the chemistry you had with your sister, that flirty little comment about her breasts, the mischief and nostalgia.<br/><br/>Dinner did little to stoke the fear all boys should suffer when contemplating something back. However, sitting as the only man at a table filled with beautiful women, I was tempted into recklessness. 'God, I wish I could fuck them all' It was twisted. It was hot. And I had long since realised I couldn't help myself from being excited by the forbidden. Now I am beginning to realise that particular weakness runs in the family.<br/><br/>"<strong>I don't know</strong>." My voice is unnecessarily low for a man wanting to help a woman. On the other hand, it was just right if he wanted to incite her lust. The dim lights and the silence of the night enables the spark between us to grow. As well as you tell it shouldn't, it just does. "<strong>But I like that we're one, big, happy family</strong>." I hold you by your shoulders from behind, the dress flimsy enough that I can feel the heat of your body.<br/><br/>