I now had a job working as an accountant with an automobile dealership. Mom and I had a great relationship. I had been at home with her for about a mo...th when my aunt, Irene, moved in with her. Mom had a rather large house and had enough room for all of us. My aunt is now 80 years. She has not gotten any better looking with age. Even though she is not that good looking, she still turned me on every time I looked at her. Her body had gotten a little more frail and was really wrinkled. Her hair. I rushed towards the door and when opened Madhan came in with a cup of coffee. I asked him to come inside , he came in and gave me the cup. I kept the cup in the table beside and while doing so , slipped my pallu to show my breasts to him. But he looked away and said he will leave now. I thought oh no, what to do I said stop. When he turned towards me I started unhooking my blouse buttons and removed it.He stood there itself and was just looking at me. I removes my saree completely and then. ”“You’ve already apologised and I accepted your apology, Edgar. It is now my turn for apologies ... I am a woman, so naturally I snooped. I opened all your drawers except the locked one. By the way, you really should lock the drawer above where you keep your loaded revolver, you know?”“My loaded revolver?” My head was spinning.“Yes, Edgar!” she said in that same Home Counties accent, but now using a deeper, older voice, like an English governess might use, teaching a rather slow child, before. Oh jeez, they were down before, now it was really bright. I moaned a complaint and curled up.“Come on, get up now, even your brother is up. Don’t go turning into a sour teen on me now, baby,” she teased and muzzed my head.I fussed and I wanted to slap her away, but breakfast did sound good. I forced myself up to her delight and went to wash up in the bathroom. Christ I looked like death warmed over. I stared at the zombie looking back at me and drank two glasses of water from the spit cup. It.