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I ever met a 26 yr old aunt from irc. She looked younger than she actually was, and was surprising attractive ( taken into consideration she was from irc). And here I was, thinking all the while that she was just another cannot-make-it single. It was only on the day I met her in person (known her for donkey's months) that I started to be amazed by what she had told me all along...
Over the months that I had known her--let's call her Jess-- for, I learnt some things about her, naturally. She was a single woman who was somewhat independent and, unlike other women, had few friends. One thing about her was that she was very openminded. We could talk about anything freely, though I sensed that she would ignore any guy who ask her for sex.
For quite a few years Jess had been staying alone in a flat, since her elder sister got married (her parents had passed away from what I know). When her nephew(her sister had a 8 yr old son) hit primary2 though, he was put into her house. That's what some parents do in order to get their kid closer to school, nothing very surprising. However what surprised me were the things that Jess did even after her nephew moved in...
Well, here's a little info about what Jess did at home normally. Basically, she liked to feel free and easy. For those of you out there who aren't familiar with this term, it just means most of the time she didn't wear a bra, and her attire was very "cooling". It usually consisted of a spaghetti and shorts or hotpants. If she felt like it, she might even walk around in knickers(shorts-like panties).
When asked about how she felt about wearing so little, she said it was comfy."What if people pass by your door and look in?" I ever asked her. She replied,"Aiye,they just stare...Well,I cant stop them from staring,neither do I want to compromise my comfort." So I dun suppose she would be any different with her nephew around.
I guess I was right,when she told me over the phone about her nephew's "culture shock"....
Lets's call the nephew Yong. Maybe because his parents were so strict towards him all the while, he grew to be timid and, generally, well-behaved. He was also soft-spoken and physically weak.
When he first moved into Jess’ house on a Sunday afternoon, with all his books but without his playstation, he was notably disappointed. Looking around, he could see no game console or whatever, and he could not reasonably expect there to be much boy stuff around. (He was right, and will soon fall in love with all the women stuff.) After all, his mum had decided to put him there so that he would have nothing to play.
After his mum left that day, Yong idled in his newly-assigned room which was right opposite Jess’ bedroom. Although the doors were not really aligned, with a little effort one could look into the opposite room. At six plus in the evening, the room was getting darker. Yong went to the light-switch, and… paused.
His aunt, Jess, was in her room, but her door was not closed. From where he was, Yong could see his aunt’s back view. Her arms were crossed before her. Yong, for a fraction of a second, wondered what was happening, when Jess pulled off her spaghetti top.
In the dim light, her bare back curved as she stretched out a slender arm. Her left nipple came into appearance briefly, before her hand returned with a bra. Fastening the hook behind her, she tossed her hair slightly. Soon, a blue top stretched down over her back, and Yong lost sight of the black strap on her back. Quickly, Yong hid behind his door.
His heart was beating fast as a bass-drum. He pressed his back against the wall, as Jess walked out of her room pass his door, for fear of being seen. He felt his cheeks becoming warm as he recalled the scene earlier on. Such a thing would not have happened back at home. In fact, at home he had only ever caught glimpses of his mum’s underwear, and he had never seen his mum wearing less than a T-shirt and shorts.
When Jess returned home later with their dinner, she noticed the tension on Yong’s face, and asked him about it. “Er… I…” the boy mumbled. “Don’t worry about it ok? You will get used to staying here. Oh by the way I heard from your mummy that she’s very strict with you… Nah, just relax.” Jess was not aware at that time that Yong had seen her changing, but would not be too bothered even if she knew. This was to become evident soon, at night.
Even though Jess did not usually stay in her outing clothes and bra after reaching home, that evening she did not bother until she was done with preparing the boy’s room, after which she went to take a shower.
Yong felt bad about having seen his aunt change. At the same time, however, he was curious and excited. Young as he was, he could not really decide what to do. As images of his aunt popped into his mind, he stared blank for a moment. Then he heard footsteps. It was of course his aunt. She had had her shower and was going back to her room. That he knew, but he did not think his aunt would come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
His eyes followed the white towel as it came into his view, only re-adjusting his focus when the towel got partially blocked by the half-closed door in the opposite room. Excited, he moved closer while remaining behind his door.
On the wall in the other room was a large mirror, in front of which Jess loved to dry herself. That night, Jess stood in front of her mirror as usual after getting back to her room. While a smaller towel still wrapped around her wet hair, the larger one was removed to dry the other parts of her body; under the arms, across the cleavage, down the arms… As she was drying her navel, small droplets of water still wet the hair below it.