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SCREAM MY NAME, AUNTY

What else could Bella Kiretti possibly want? She had the perfect billionaire husband, the cars, houses,vacations and even the most beautiful children. Everything was given to her on a golden plate. But so everybody thought. With her husband always on business trios and her children now in College, Bella is left home alone most of the time. Everything was automatically running for her...wake up, eat, scroll through social media, walk the dog and sleep. Until there was a knock on the door; her twenty year old Nephew,Jack is in town and he wants a place to stay. "You have grown, and matured." He was no longer the boy she carried when he was young, he was taller, bigger and his d**k was just the perfect size.
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Chapter 3

Bella's Pov~.

"Fifty Shades tonight?"

Adrien... my good for nothing husband never showed up, I had waited patiently for him, his flight was suppose to land this afternoon. He was suppose to be by my side this night, catching up with me, fucking me hard, proving to me he still had this marriage under contro

Proving to me he still fucking loved me, but everything all went to blaze, he never came and instead made one of his mistresses call me, to tell me that this wasn't one crazy nightmare, but the cold harsh reality 

He had move on, no the marriage might still stand because of our kids, but the truth was that the relationship between us was far fucked up already to be recovered

Few hours ago, I had broken down, cried my life away, lost my mind, but then something changed, and it's funny how someone..how my nephew could be the very cause of it

"Fifty shades tonight?"

When I stepped out of my room, I didn't want to look like I was heartbroken.

So I put on a satin nightgown, the soft, deep wine-colored one that hugged me in all the right places.

I brushed a little gloss on my lips.

Tied my hair loosely.

And walked out as if I hadn't spent the last hour falling apart.

Jack knew something was up, but he didn't ask me, instead he decided to cheer me up in his little way possible, 

I looked to the side and saw that he had already made popcorn, the simple smell filling the air. He looked up at me  and froze.

His eyes dipped for one heartbeat too long.

Then he blinked, trying to mask it.

I didn't comment.

I just walked closer, calm on the outside, trembling underneath.

"I mean if you want."

 His jaw tightened, and I nodded, my legs crossed, the thin fabric of my gown sliding softly against my skin.

He sat closer than before, his warmth brushing against my arm, every small movement sending little sparks under my skin.

The lights were dim.

The air-conditioning hummed softly.

The movie glowed on the screen.

But the tension between us was louder than all of it.

At some point, I shifted slightly  and that small movement must have pulled at the top of my gown.

Because suddenly, I felt his hand brush the edge of my boobs.

It wasn't intentional.

Not at first.

Just a graze.

But when he realized how close he was...

he didn't move away.

Slowly  almost like he was afraid to break whatever strange, fragile thread tied us together  his fingers slid gently over the thin strap.

My breath caught.

Everything inside me tightened.

He wasn't touching me.

Not really.

But the air between us felt touched.

He looked at me  really looking,  trying to read my reaction, waiting for a sign to stop, to pull back.

I didn't stop him.

I didn't move away.

My heartbeat filled my ears as his hand hovered near my shoulder, warm, uncertain, trembling just a little.

We weren't doing anything wrong.

Not yet.

But one more inch...

One more breath...

And the line between wrong and irresistible would blur beyond repair.

I turned my eyes back to the movie, pretending to focus.

But my body felt every inch of him beside me.

Every breath he took.

Every bit of heat radiating off him.

This was dangerous.

And I was too hurt, too lonely, too tired of being invisible to care.

And in that dim living room, under the soft light of an erotic movie and the heavy silence of two people fighting their own thoughts...

 My heartbeat filled my ears as his hand hovered near my shoulder, warm, uncertain, trembling, and then I heard his voice 

"I know you are hurting"

From his mouth to me? My thoughts scattered, and I could just have changed the topic or walked out of the living room. No one would question me, but instead my lips ended up doing the opposite, cause it was tired of living a lie and wanted at least a spark 

My lips knew all my weakness 

"I know" 

His face?

He looked a little bit shocked that I replied to him, but it didn't make him push me away either, instead he let out a little smile and fuck no, it made me so wet, I could die

It was this temptation and desire that made me lean forward to kiss him. I cupped his cheeks, holding his face to mine, though I doubt he had any intention of breaking the kiss anyway, but as of now, I knew I couldn't stop myself anymore so I did it.

I fucking kissed my nephew, tasting his lips and falling deeper into lust and everything that felt so wrong, but he? He didn't push me away like I thought he would, instead he placed his warm manly hand on my waist and kissed me back

As our kissing continued, his hands begin to move and I started to feel it sliding up and down my sides before his fingers slipped under and I shivered at how cold his skin on mine was.

We both let out a sigh but didn't break the kiss still. I felt his tongue brush against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth for it.

Our tongues fought each other, and I let out a small, soft moan.

Despite not wanting it to end, I turned my head quickly, forcing our lips apart, but instead of stopping, he continued to plant kisses up and down my neck.

Oh god, it felt so good... and at that moment, I knew where this was leading..

We moved into a more comfortable position where I was laying down and Jack was on top of me. This was escalating very, VERY quickly. As we continued to make out, I could suddenly feel something between us.

I wasn't stupid or naive. I knew what it was, His erection.

I shifted slightly and parted my legs letting him lay between us, making it more comfortable for the pair of us. He slid the palms of his hands up both of my thighs before hooking my legs around his waist.

The movement repositioned his hardening cock into a more... intimate position, but it didn't bother me at all.

When his hand cupped my cheek again, something shiny made me rethink and I turned to look. It was his eyes, the eyes of a young man doing things with his aunty, the eyes of a young man that might not even know what he wants.

Was I stealing his life away from him? With all this my sad fate that he couldn't help but pity me? What was I doing? 

Reality hit me and I pushed him away, sitting up. I covered my face feeling both embarrassed and ashamed of myself.

"What's wrong?" I shook my head, willing myself not to cry. I can't believe I did that... that I was doing this. "Hey?" He took my hands away from my face and slid off the sofa, getting on his knees in front of me.

"I just can't believe I'm doing this?"

"Didn't you want to?"

"No, I did just... Adrien... Jack... This is all just too soon. For the both of us".

He didn't question me, he nodded, understanding and stood up.

"I understand if you're not ready but please don't think am a kid"

"Jack, You're my nephew"

"Not for much longer"

"What did he meant by that?"

My thought exploded again.

I could see this was an agreed to disagree situation. Maybe I should leave after all...

"Look, I'm going to go... Ok?" He just shrugged. I felt bad, but I wasn't really sure what to do. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek and apologised again before I got up and left. This time, he didn't try to stop me, and I was grateful for that...

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