The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Alex's bedroom, casting soft golden streaks across his tangled sheets, the air cool and quiet save for the distant chirping of birds outside. He woke at 6 a.m., his body stirring with a familiar hardness, his cock throbbing under the thin fabric of his boxers, a lingering effect of last night's steamy dreams—Gabriella's heated kisses in the staffroom, Taylor's milk-dripping tits, Ruby's moans with David, and Katheryn's braless tease at dinner. He groaned softly, his hand brushing his erection, the sensation sending a shiver through him, but he resisted the urge to stroke, knowing he had to get up. Slipping on a pair of loose gray sweatpants and a fitted black t-shirt that hugged his toned chest, he headed downstairs, the house still silent, the faint scent of coffee lingering from yesterday's brew. The slice-of-life calm of the early morning was a stark contrast to the hot tension that had consumed his thoughts, but the steam was always there, simmering beneath the surface, ready to ignite.
In the kitchen, Katheryn stood alone by the counter, her back to him, chopping vegetables with a rhythmic clack of the knife. She wore a red silk nightdress, the fabric scandalously thin, clinging to her voluptuous curves like a lover's caress. The dress exposed her hot back, the smooth expanse of skin glistening faintly in the morning light, her auburn hair tied loosely, strands teasing her neck. The hem barely covered her plump ass, the curves round and inviting, swaying slightly as she shifted her weight, the silk outlining every contour, hinting at the lack of panties beneath. Alex's breath caught, his cock twitching harder in his sweatpants, the sight sending a jolt of desire through him. He gulped, forcing himself to control the urge to close the distance, his eyes tracing the curve of her ass, imagining his hands gripping it, the steam in the air thickening with every second he stared.
He took a gamble, stepping closer, his voice low and playful. "Morning, Aunt Kath." He poked her waist, his fingers brushing the soft skin just above her hip, the contact electric. Katheryn jumped with a startled yelp, spinning around, her laughter bright and musical when she saw it was Alex. "Oh, you sneak!" she giggled, her hazel eyes sparkling with warmth, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. The nightdress shifted, the neckline dipping to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her huge breasts, the fabric straining against her hard nipples, no bra to hide them, their dark outlines visible through the silk. Alex's cock throbbed, his eyes flicking to her chest before meeting her gaze, the hot tension palpable, her scent—a mix of vanilla perfume and morning warmth—intoxicating.
"Couldn't resist," Alex grinned, leaning against the counter, his body close enough to feel the heat radiating from her. "Need help with breakfast?" Katheryn's smile widened, her lips glossy and inviting, her eyes holding his a moment too long. "Sure, cut these carrots for me," she said, handing him a knife, her fingers brushing his, the touch lingering, sending a spark up his arm. They worked side by side, the kitchen filling with the soft chop of knives and the faint sizzle of bacon she'd started on the stove. The slice-of-life moment was cozy, but the steam was undeniable—Katheryn's arm brushing his as she reached for a pepper, her breast grazing his elbow, the contact accidental but electric, her soft moan, "Mmm..." barely audible but enough to make his cock twitch again.
They chatted lightly, filling the air with filler banter. Katheryn shared a comedy story about burning toast last week, "I swear, the smoke alarm thought it was auditioning for a horror movie!" Alex laughed, recounting a college moment—Jason tripping during a basketball game, Fred joking, "He's practicing for the flop awards." The laughter eased the tension, but the hot steam lingered, Katheryn's nightdress shifting as she moved, teasing glimpses of her thighs, her ass jiggling slightly when she turned to grab a bowl. Alex's eyes followed, his pulse quickening, imagining the silk sliding up, revealing more, his hands itching to touch.
Almost done with the carrots, Alex's knife slipped, slicing his finger, a bead of blood welling up. "Ouch!" he hissed, shaking his hand. Katheryn gasped, her eyes widening in shock, "Oh, Alex!" She grabbed his hand, her touch warm and urgent, pulling his finger to her lips without thinking. She sucked the wound, her soft lips enveloping his finger, the sensation hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the cut, drawing the blood with a slow, deliberate suck. The sounds were visceral—soft, wet slurps, "Mmm... slurp..." as her lips worked, her tongue flicking the wound, the suction intense, like a lollipop savored with care. Alex's breath hitched, his cock hardening fully, straining against his sweatpants, the sight of her lips on his finger, her eyes half-closed in focus, her breasts heaving under the silk, nipples hard and prominent, sending a wave of desire through him. He moaned softly, "Ohhh... Kath..." the sound low and husky, his body tensing, the steam overwhelming.
Katheryn froze, pulling back, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she realized what she'd done, her eyes flicking to the bulge in his sweatpants, her breath catching. "It's... best to keep it from getting infected," she stammered, her voice breathy, her nipples hardening further, the silk clinging to them, outlining their shape. She licked her lips, the gesture unconscious but erotic, her hazel eyes meeting his, filled with a mix of panic and something deeper, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Alex smiled, his voice low, "Thanks, Aunt Kath. That was... intense." His eyes held hers, the steam palpable, his cock throbbing, the moment teetering on the edge of forbidden.
Katheryn swallowed, stepping back, her hands trembling slightly as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the silk shifting to reveal more cleavage, her breasts swaying. "Alex... have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant, the question breaking the silence but adding to the heat. Alex dropped his head, his voice quiet, "No... no one finds me attractive enough for that." Katheryn's heart ached, her expression softening, a pain flashing in her eyes. She stepped closer, grabbing his shoulders, her hands warm through his shirt, her touch firm yet tender. She tilted his chin up, forcing him to look into her eyes, her hazel gaze intense, her lips close, glossy and parted, her breath warm on his face. "Everyone's worthy of someone, Alex," she said, her voice low and earnest, "You just need to wait for her. Maybe... maybe you'll find her here."
Her words hung in the air, the steam thick, her eyes searching his, her breasts inches from his chest, the silk teasing her curves. Alex lost himself in her gaze, her lips so close he could almost taste them, his cock throbbing painfully, his hands itching to pull her closer. He took a gamble, his voice husky, "Yeah... maybe I already found her." Katheryn's cheeks flushed a deeper red, her breath catching, a soft moan escaping, "Mmm..." as her eyes flicked to his lips, the tension electric, their bodies inches apart, the silk nightdress brushing his arm, her scent overwhelming. She pulled back, her smile shy but radiant, "Let's... finish breakfast," her voice breathy, her nipples still hard, the steam lingering like a promise.
They turned back to the counter, making eggs and toast, the kitchen filling with the sizzle of bacon and the clink of plates. The filler conversation resumed—Katheryn laughing about a neighbor's dog chasing the mailman, "It was like a cartoon!" Alex shared a college story about a professor's coffee spill during a lecture, mimicking the flustered reaction, both laughing, the comedy easing the heat but not dispelling it. Katheryn's nightdress shifted as she moved, teasing glimpses of her ass, her thighs, her breasts swaying with each step, Alex's eyes following, his cock twitching under the table as they set it.
Warren and Taylor joined, yawning, Warren in his usual jeans and t-shirt, Taylor in a loose mom outfit that still hugged her full breasts, her curves soft and inviting. Breakfast was lively, Warren teasing Alex about his class rep duties, "Gonna be Isabel's errand boy now?" Taylor laughing about her kid's latest tantrum, "He threw cereal like it was confetti!" The filler moments grounded the morning, but the steam lingered—Katheryn's glances at Alex, her smile warm, her breasts jiggling as she served more eggs, her nipples still visible, Alex's eyes flicking to them, his cock half-hard, the tension simmering.
As they finished, Alex and Warren grabbed their bags, heading to college, the morning's heat lingering in Alex's mind, Katheryn's lips on his finger, her words about finding someone, the steam of their closeness fueling his fantasies, a promise of more to come.