Chapter 46: Black history!
The sound of water running downstairs.
Alex was showering.
He would be back soon.
She looked down at herself. Pajamas. Plain. Boring.
Should she change? Wear something nicer?
No. That is too obvious.
But what if—
She grabbed her pillow. Screamed into it.
Alex stood in the shower.
Water running down his body.
He looked down at himself.
Toned. Strong. Healthy.
Young.
And... well.
Clearly excited.
He was a teenager. These things happen.
Especially when a beautiful, mature, sexy woman asks you to sleep in her bed.
He grinned.
Time to push things forward with Auntie.
Who could resist a request like that anyway?
Probably not straight to the... sex, he would like to wait.
But he definitely loves to know more about her!
He finished washing. Dried off.
Put on his pants.
But left his shirt off.
Walked upstairs. Down the hall.
Opened Lilian’s door.
She was sitting on the bed.
But she had changed.
Lace nightgown.
Black. Delicate. Showing just enough.
Her curves. Her skin. Everything.
Alex’s eyes went wide.
Stared.
Could not look away.
Lilian saw him. His bare chest. His shoulders. His abs.
Young. Firm. Perfect.
She gasped. Covered her face with both hands.
"Oh my god..."
Alex walked over. Slowly.
Climbed onto the bed.
Lay down next to her.
So close.
He could smell her perfume. Her shampoo.
Her.
"Relax." He said softly.
"It is okay."
She kept her hands over her face.
But peeked through her fingers.
They lay there. Side by side.
Silent.
Just breathing.
Minutes passed.
Then she spoke. Voice small.
"Alex..."
"Yeah?"
"Do you think... this request is strange?"
"Asking you to stay here?"
He turned his head. Looked at her.
"No."
"Really?"
"Really."
He shifted closer.
Leaned toward her ear.
Voice low. Almost a whisper.
"Actually... I like you too, Auntie."
Lilian’s breath hitched.
She lowered her hands.
Looked at him. Eyes wide.
"You... you mean that?"
"Yeah."
"Which... which kind of like?"
Alex did not answer with words.
Just glanced down.
At himself.
At the obvious reaction his body was having.
Lilian followed his gaze.
Saw it.
Her face went crimson.
Completely red.
From her cheeks to her neck.
"Oh—"
She curled up. Pulled her knees to her chest.
Buried her face.
"I cannot—this is—"
"Wrong."
She whispered it. Into her knees.
"This is so wrong."
Alex sat up. Looked at her.
"Why is it wrong?"
"Because I am—" She stopped. Face still hidden.
"I am old."
"You are not old."
"I am 37, Alex!"
"Okay. And?"
She peeked at him. One eye visible.
"You are 17."
"So?"
"So?!" She sat up. Face red. Eyes wide.
"That is 20 years!"
"I can count."
"Alex, I am serious!"
She grabbed her pillow. Held it against her chest.
"I am an auntie."
"A guardian."
"And here I am... having these thoughts about you."
Her voice got quieter.
"These feelings."
She looked down.
"What kind of woman does this?"
"Falls for someone she raised?"
"Someone so young and bright and—"
She covered her face again.
"I am a pervert."
Alex moved closer. Gently pulled her hands away.
Made her look at him.
"You are not a pervert."
"But—"
Then he paused. Frowned.
"Actually..."
She looked at him. Eyes wide. Hopeful.
"Wait, what?"
"Now that I think about it..."
He tilted his head.
"You are a little bit perverted."
Her face went pale. "Alex—"
"My underwear."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Her face turned from pale to crimson in seconds.
"I—what—how—"
"You have been stealing them."
"I have not—"
"Lilian."
She covered her face. "Oh god..."
"Sometimes the ones I just worked out in."
"Stop talking—"
"The dirty ones from my gym bag."
She made a sound. Half sob, half scream.
Completely muffled by her hands.
"You knew?!"
"After the third time? Yeah."
"Oh god oh god oh god..." She curled up again.
Face buried in her knees.
Alex leaned closer. Grinning.
"Does it really smell that good?"
"I hate you!" Muffled.
"Is it the sweat? The—"
"ALEX!"
She grabbed the pillow. Threw it at him.
He caught it. Laughing.
"I am just curious!"
"Shut up! Just shut up!"
But he could see her ears. Bright red.
He set the pillow aside. Moved closer.
Voice lower now. Teasing.
"You know what I think?"
"What..." Tiny voice. Still hiding.
"I think you are a bit too... hungry."
She went rigid.
Slowly looked up at him.
Face completely red.
"What did you just say?"
"Hungry. Thirsty. Pick your term."
"Alex—"
"Stealing my clothes. Smelling them."
He grinned wider.
"That is pretty desperate, Auntie."
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
Then her eyes narrowed.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah."
"So we are doing this?"
"Doing what?"
She sat up straight. Crossed her arms.
Face still red but expression defiant.
"Then explain this."
"Explain what?"
"My lingerie set."
Alex froze.
"What?"
"The black lace one."
His eyes widened slightly.
"I bought it in pairs."
She leaned closer. Voice sharp.
"TWO pieces, Alex."
"But now there is only ONE."
"Where did the other one go?"
Silence.
His turn to go red.
"I—uh—"
"Who is hungry now?"
"That is different—"
"How?!"
"Because—" He looked away.
Face red. Scratching his cheek.
"Because yours were clean!"
She blinked. "What?"
"I took them after laundry day!"
"Washed! Folded! Clean!"
He looked back at her. Defensive now.
"You took my DIRTY gym clothes, Lilian!"
Her face went red again. "That is—"
"Sweaty underwear!"
"Still damp from working out!"
"So who is the real pervert here?"
She stared at him. Mouth open.
Face impossibly red.
Then her eyes narrowed.
A slow smile crept across her face.
"Oh, we are going there?"
Alex blinked. "What?"
"Last weekend."
"What about it?"
"I walked into your room."
Pause.
"Without knocking."
Alex’s face went pale.
"And you were pulling up your pants."
"VERY quickly."
"Looking VERY panicked."
His eyes widened. "That was—I was just—"
"Just what?"
She leaned closer. Smirk widening.
"Having some... needs?"
His face turned red. "It is normal! I am a teenager!"
"Oh I know."
"Puberty and all that!"
"Mmhmm."
"Completely natural!"
"Sure."
She tilted her head. Smile turning dangerous.
"Want to know what else I did that day?"
"What..." His voice got smaller.
"The WiFi."
He froze.
"What about it?"
"It is MY WiFi, Alex."
"Under MY name."
"MY account."
She leaned even closer.
"I can check the browsing history."
"Anytime I want."
His face went white. Then red. Then white again.
"You—you didn’t—"
"Oh, I did."
"Right after I left your room."
She grinned. Like a cat with a mouse.
"Guess what I found?"
"Nothing! There was nothing!"
"My yoga photos."
Silence.
Complete. Total. Silence.
Alex opened his mouth. No words came out.
"The ones from my fitness blog."
She counted on her fingers.
"Downloaded. Saved."
"In a folder labeled ’Research.’"
"RESEARCH?!"
His face was burning. Entire body burning.
"That was—I was—"
"What were you researching, Alex?"
"Anatomy! For school!"
"My yoga poses?"
"Flexibility! For training!"
"While pulling up your pants?"
He covered his face with both hands.
"Oh my god..."
"Oh my god..."
He covered his face with both hands.
She was still grinning. Victorious.
Then Alex’s eyes lit up.
He lowered his hands slowly.
Looked at her.
"Okay."
"Okay what?"
"Your turn."
She blinked. "What?"
"Let me see YOUR browsing history."
Her smile froze.
Completely froze.
"What? No."
"Why not?"
"Because—because I am your auntie!"
"So?"
"So you do not need to see my browser!"
"Fair is fair, Lilian."
"That is different!"
"How?!"
She scrambled for words.
"Because—I am an adult!"
"Adults have privacy!"
"So do teenagers!"
"That is—shut up!"
Alex grinned. Then jumped off the bed.
"Wait—what are you—ALEX!"
He ran to her desk. Her laptop.
"Don’t you dare!"
She chased after him.
He opened it. Screen lit up.
Password prompt appeared.
Lilian stopped. Caught her breath.
Then smiled. Smug.
"Nice try."
"But you don’t know the password."
She crossed her arms. Confident.
"No way you are getting in."
Alex looked at the keyboard.
Thought for a second.
Then typed.
His birthday.
CLICK.
The laptop unlocked.
Lilian’s face went white.
"No..."
"Really, Lilian?"
"My birthday?"
She could not speak.
Just stared.
He clicked the browser.
"ALEX NO!"
She lunged at him.
Jumped onto his back.
Arms around his neck.
"Stop! Don’t look!"
But he held steady.
Contract beast training paid off.
Strength. Stability.
He kept clicking.
"Get off the computer!"
She tried to cover the screen with her hands.
Pressed against him. Her chest against his back.
Soft. Warm. Distracting.
"Lilian—"
"I said STOP!"
But he already saw it.
The history tab. Open.
Recent searches.