She put her hand on my forehead and raised my face to look at hers; her expression was now one of humble thanks, a smile that went on forever, as she ...aid “thank you uncle, I would like that,” and stepped from the tub. I bade her to turn around so I could start with her hair, still dripping onto the plush mat, and as she did so I stood up behind her, my erection swaying proudly between us without her knowing it. I draped the towel over both hands loosely and pulled it from front to. I was there by three-fifteen. I signed in at the desk. There were no office chores for me to perform today. Before they selected someone at random for me I volunteered to read for Mr. Sullivan.No one was surprised. I always choose Mr. Sullivan. They're happy to have me volunteer. Mr. Sullivan isn't the most popular resident and more than a few of the volunteers are afraid of him. Well, maybe afraid is too strong a word. But he makes them uncomfortable. I think he must be nicer to me than he is. They’re ones about hard-core cuckold couples, where the lovers have huge cocks and the husbands are submissive to the wives and their lovers, and the husbands suck the lovers’ cocks.By Sunday evening she began to quiz me about Gary’s motivation in letting me read and loaning me the book. I explained multiple times that I’m the one who started talking about it with him.She wasn’t convinced, and said, “Judging from the way Gary was staring at me at the picnic last year, even with his beautiful. I decided also, while my aunt went on about her job, I’d look up the author to see if I’d read any other stories written by that author.Monday morning, I awoke finding my aunt hovering over me. I couldn’t help but think about how sexy she looked even though she was just standing over me while I had been sleeping, which would have probably made anybody else nervous.Aunt smiled, “Honey, I’m about to go to work. You stay out of trouble, you hear?”Before leaving, she leans over and gives me a kiss.