>You are Anonymous, newly turned ten as of last week >As usual, you're sitting on the living room floor, playing with your Bionicles™, when your mom bonks you on the head >"Nonny!" "Mom! Axxon and Brutaka were just about to have their final showdown!" >"Well, their showdown will have to wait. Do you have your things packed?" "Yeah." >You point to your backpack on the corner, which is currently overflowing with Bionicles, an SNES + games for it, and a single change of extra clothes >Mom sighs >"That'll have to do. Auntie Coco will be here any minute." "Yay..." >You've only met Auntie Coco once, when you were a lot younger, and she didn't leave much of an impression. She seemed kinda quiet, and really boring." >"You be good while you're staying with her, okay? Coco works really hard, and you can't get in the way of her." "Right, right." >Axxon smashes Brutaka in the face with his axe >"Anon!" >Mom kneels down on eye-level with you, her face super-serious >"Coco's been having a rough couple of weeks, okay? I'm serious. Make sure you don't cause her *any* trouble while you're there, got that? Anything she asks for, anything she needs, you help her with it." "Anything she needs, got it." >Mom smiles in that relieved way she always does when you get a question right, and smooches your head >"Good boy." >You wait on the porch for Auntie Coco to show up, kicking your feet >Finally, a beat-up old station wagon pulls into the driveway, and a stumbling, flustered looking young woman stumbles out >She's wearing only a simple sun-dress, and the light shining behind her catches in her cropped blue hair >For a moment, you can only stare at her >She's... >She's really pretty! >Coco looks over at you and smiles >"Nonny! Ah, look at you! You've gotten so big!" >You blush, glancing back down at your lego robots >Coco tries to run over you, but trips over her own feet and face-plants on the ground >"O-ow..." >You drop your toys and run over to help her up "Whoa! Are you okay?" >"Yeah! Totally fine! Happens all the time!" >She sits up, grinning at you as she dusts herself off >A pretty painful-looking bruise is rising on her forehead, but she does her best to pretend it's not there as she pulls you into a hug >You end up squished against her really, *really* soft chest >"So what's up, little buddy? It's been forever since I've seen you!" "Not much, I guess..." >"Well, I hope you're ready for a whole lot more to be up! Because you get to spend a week with..." >She jumps to her feet, striking some weirdo anime-character pose >"...the most awesome aunt ever!" "Oh, uh... yay!" >You pretend to look excited, and that makes Coco beam with pride >She loads you and your things in her car, then takes off driving >"Oh man, this is gonna be so awesome! I can't wait!" "Yeah, me neither..." >She let you sit up front, which is pretty cool >But still, it's kind of weird how excited she is >You're not sure why, it just feels like a family sleepover shouldn't get anyone this happy >"What do you wanna do first? Oh! I can rent some scary movies! And we can get *tons* of snacks!" "That could be fun." >"Or we could play mini-golf! I'm really, really good at mini-golf. I could show you some secret moves." >She winks "Y-yay..." >"Or I could-- gah!" >She's so excited that she's not looking where she's going, and nearly careens through a stop-light >Coco slams on the brakes, and the two of you jolt forward as the car screeches to a halt >"H-hah, sorry about that, little buddy. Wasn't paying attention. Heheh." >She coughs, looking extremely embarrassed >"Anyway, what do you wanna do, huh?" "Oh, uh... could we just go back to your house, or wherever?" >"Just back to my house?" >Coco's face falls a bit >"Yeah. Yeah, that's okay. I'm just around the next corner." >She drives back to her house, no longer rambling excitedly >When you get there, you leap out of the car, grabbing your backpack and heading immediately for the front door >Coco opens the trunk, grabbing an absolute mountain of fabrics out of it >She struggles along behind you, her legs wobbling under the weight of all the fabric >"Hey, uh, Nonny... could you h-help me with... ah!" >She's just about to collapse under the weight when you jump forward, trying to catch her >Unfortunately, even if you're a bit bigger now than when she last saw you, you're still only a ten-year-old >And catching a full-grown woman is pretty far out of your capabilities >Coco collapses on top of you, ass-first >You hit the pavement, and her giant and slightly-pudgy butt careens down towards your face like a meteor, pinning you in place >"O-ouch..." >The pile of fabric falls last, burying both of you >Coco looks around, terrified >"Anon, where are you?" >You try to speak, but only get a mouthful of your aunt's ass >Coco gasps >"A-ah! I'm so sorry!" >She tries to get up, but her feet slip on the fabric, and this time she ends up straddling your face >"S-s-sorry again! Ah..." >Finally she just sort of awkwardly rolls off you, panting >"A-ah! Did I hurt you?" "No. Your butt's pretty soft, actually." >"Oh, um..." >Coco twiddles her thumbs, looking terrified >"T-that's good, I guess. You promise you're not hurt? Oh god, your mom will *kill* me if I let you get hurt." >She looks like she's starting to hyperventilate >"Oh god, oh god, are you sure you're feeling okay? You're not woozy or anything right? Does your face feel numb?" "I'm fine, Aunt Coco." >"But are you sure? If anything's wrong, please--" "I'm fine." >You get up and start helping stack her fabric "Are you okay?" >"Me?" >She looks really taken aback by that question, for some reason "Yeah. You fell pretty hard too. Did you get hurt?" >"Oh, no. No, I'm fine, little buddy." >You hand her the fabric, and she clutches it against her chest >She's giving you this weird look that you've never had a grown-up give you before >It's almost like your question made her sad >But you can't think why she'd be sad if she's not hurt >"I, um... I'll go make you some lunch, okay buddy?" "Sure! Here, let me help you carry that." >You grab a smaller stack of fabric for yourself >Coco gives you the look again: she seems really sad >But sad in a pretty way; you're filled with a really weird urge to give your aunt a big hug >You don't get the chance to hug her, though >Coco bustles inside, carrying her fabric and rambling about what to have for lunch >"...could make some hot dogs, do you like hot dogs? Oh, I think I've got pizza rolls too. And there's some leftover watermelon in the fruit drawer, if you want..." >Eventually, you end up settling on chicken tendies and grape juice >Coco applauds your taste in lunch >"I was so worried you'd be like your mom! She won't eat *anything* but salad. Bleh, so boring." "I know! She keeps trying to get me to try it. It's so gross." >"I know, right?" >Coco laughs, plopping a chunk of fried chicken in her mouth >"So what are those guys you have there?" "Oh, they're Bionicles™. They're super-cool robot creatures from Mata Nui!" >You launch into a little bit of the lore >What's weird, though, is that Coco actually looks really, really interested >Normally adults just do that thing where they pretend to be paying attention, but just blow you off and think you don't notice >You always notice though, and you hate being talked to like that >But Coco follows intently, grinning at how awesome the story is >"Whooooa. That's so, so cool. Reminds me of Transformers." "Oh, cool. Haven't actually seen that." >Coco looks like you just told her you were born without testicles >"You've never seen the Transformers cartoons!?" "I think I might have seen the toys at the store once. Mom doesn't take me that often though." >"What about the show?" >You shake your head "Mom doesn't really like when I watch TV. She barely lets video games slide." >"That's insane! First thing after lunch, I'm going to sit you down and we're going to watch every single Transformers VHS I own!" "Yeah?" >You've never had a grown-up who wanted to watch cartoons with you before >Maybe Aunt Coco isn't so bad? >You're actually starting to feel a little excited! >"Oh man, this is gonna be so great! I'll go buy some popcorn, and we can have our own little movie night!" "Yeah!" >Coco and you high-five >She rushes through lunch excitedly, wolfing down her food in order to get started on preparations for tonight >However, just as she's popping in the last bite, her phone rings >Coco's face falls when she reads the number on the phone >The contact info reads "Suri," but you have no idea who that is >She picks up the phone and answers it with her mouth still full >"'ello?" >You hear someone angrily yelling on the other line >Coco swallows >"H-hello?" >Her face slows morphs from earlier excitement into a worried frown >"Oh. Right. Of course, ma'am. Yes, the line's done. Summer Swimwear, just like asked. Yeah, I've got most of them sewn. Yeah. Okay." >She gulps >"I'll be right over..." >Coco hangs up the phone, sighing >"Hey, buddy. We might have to reschedule the movie night. My boss wants me to come in." "What for?" >"Oh, well... you know I'm a designer, right?" "Yeah. What does she need you to do?" >"She wants me to put on some of the outfits I made so she can take pictures of me." "Oh. What kind of outfits?" >"They're, um... swimsuits." "Oh, cool." >"Yeah. So, uh..." >You think you can see her sweating >"I promised your mom I wouldn't leave you alone. So you're going to have to come with me, okay?" "That's alright. I'll bring my Bionicles™." >"Yeah! It won't be too bad. Just... you'll sit in the room while they take pictures of me. And you can play by yourself, okay?" "That doesn't sound so bad." >You're not sure why Aunt Coco looks so worried >Then again, it seems like girls always get weird and nervous when someone is going to take their picture >"Yeah, it won't be." >She puts on a really obvious fake smile >"It's just me taking a few pictures. And I promise, afterwards, we'll go and get ice cream! How does that sound?" "Sounds great!" >Auntie Coco smiles -- for real, this time -- but you can still see she's sweating with nervousness >"Thanks, little buddy." >She pats you on the head >"Now, let's get going. If I'm late, she'll..." >Coco trails off >"Let's just get going." >Your aunt spends a long time in her room while you wait at the bottom of the stairs >When she emerges, Coco's carrying a leather suitcase under one arm, sweating under its weight >The sad look is back on her face, and she avoids meeting your eye as she stumbles down the stairs >You put down your toys and run up to help her with the case >"Thanks, buddy," she says, her voice coming out in pained gasps "No problem." >The two of you carry the case out to the car, and you feel that same giddy as before rush when you get to be in the front seat with her >Coco, however, doesn't look excited at all >In fact, she looks like she's going to be sick "Are you alright?" >That question makes her jump >"Y-yeah! Of course I'm alright, bud. Just, you know..." >She gulps >"A, um... I'm a little nervous! Yeah, nervous. Because I want to make sure today goes well, you know. Haha, just nervous..." "Oh. Well, I think it'll go well. She's just taking your picture, right?" >"Yeah, buddy. Just... just taking my picture." >Coco wipes a hand across her forehead, and the two of you head off >You've actually never gotten to see much of downtown Mantehattan before; mom hates it, and usually leaves you behind when she has to come down here >Everything is so huge and bustling, and sits in this awkward space between "beautifully clean" and "disgustingly dirty" >Coco navigates the streets somewhat clumsily; multiple times she gets lost, and has to double back >When you finally get there, it's already late afternoon >Coco pulls into the back lot of this small fashion studio, with the sign "Manehattan Alt-Couture" hanging out front >When she stops the car though, she just sits in her seat, staring out the window >"Hey, buddy?" "Yeah." >"Whatever happens in here, um... don't let your mom know, okay?" "Oh. Alright." >You give her a quizzical look "Why not?" >"Because my work is, um... not something she'd be very happy about." "Oh. Cool!" >You elbow her, dropping your voice to a conspiratorial whisper "Is this, like, a spy hideout? Is that what you really do?" >She gives you that sad smile from earlier >"No, Nonny. I'm not a spy. That would be *so* cool, though." "It totally would! I bet you'd have an awesome spy outfit, too." >"Yeah? You think?" "Definitely! >She ruffles your hair, looking a little less sick than she did before >"Well, maybe after this is done, we can work on some cool spy stuff. But I guess I'd better get going..." >She looks down at her watch, frowning >Then she gets out of the car, and you help her carry the trunk inside >The moment you two step into the MA-C building, you're greeted by the least pleasant voice you've ever heard >"Ugh, finally. Took you long enough to get here, Pommel." >A woman who look a few years older than Aunt Coco comes sauntering out into the main lobby >She's dressed in a tight-fitting pink dress, and has her purple hair tied back in a stern updo behind her head >In one hand she clutches a clipboard, and in the other she has a cup of coffee >Coco immediately cowers back, hanging her head >"I g-got here as quickly as I could, Ms. Suri. It was just kind of sudden, and--" >"Uh huh. Quit the excuses, 'mkay? We gotta have our summer catalogue out by next week, and I need photos. So get into those suits and let's get working." >"Y-yes ma'am." >Suri steps forward, giving you only a quick scowl to register your presence >"Who's the kid?" >"My nephew." >"And you brought him because...?" >"M-my sister wanted me to... to watch him. I didn't have anywhere else to--" >"Whatever. Just don't get in my way, 'mkay?" she says to you >You're too shocked by her rudeness to say anything back, so you just sort of take a step away, trying your best to return her angry scowl >Probably just makes you look scared, though >Suri's eyes flick to Coco's bruise, and her frown deepens >"And just what is this?" >"I f-fell, earlier. Sorry." >"Great. Your uselessness is really getting kinda impressive, y'know? I have no idea why I even let you model here. Just desperate, I guess. But whatever. Put some concealer on it and get to the booth. You have ten minutes, 'mkay?" >"Y-yes, ma'am..." >Coco hangs her head, and Suri storms out of the room "She's pretty mean." >Coco shakes her head >"She's just under a lot of stress, buddy. It gets to be that way when you're older." "Hmmm..." >You frown, following behind her as she heads for the changing rooms "She shouldn't be talking to you like that, though. You're working really hard." >"I know. But she doesn't mean it." >Coco pats your head >"It's just stressful for all of us, and sometimes stress makes people say things they don't mean. I promise, she's normally very nice." >You don't really believe her, but something tells you that arguing with Coco will just make her sad again >So you take a seat outside the women's changing room while she ducks inside >Since you were so busy helping her carry stuff, you didn't think to bring any toys >So while you wait for her, there's nothing to do other than watch people mill about, barking orders at each other and hastily pushing stacks of weird dress-drawings into each other's arms >Maybe she's right, maybe everyone around here is just stressed, and that's why they yell at each other >Still, it makes you sad, thinking that a nice lady like Coco has to work in such a mean place >Even when she was stressed, she never yelled at you >You're starting to understand why she always looks so sad, though... >Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your aunt's voice coming from the changing room >She sounds timid -- well, moreso than usual -- and a little embarrassed >"Hey, um... Anon? I'm sorry, but... could you help me real quick?" "Help you? With what?" >"I c-can't get this zipped." "Oh." >"Can you come here real quick?" "But it's a girl's changing room." >"I know. I'm the only one in here, though. Please?" "Alright..." >You feel like you're doing something incredibly not-okay, but you step into the changing room >For a moment, you expect it to be some sort of weird, alien landscape >But it's just a regular changing room; there's a couple stalls along the walls, with mirrors and dressers facing them >You step in, walking to the only closed stall with careful, nervous steps >When you push the door open, Aunt Coco is sitting on the changing stall's bench, her back to you >And, aside from an unzipped one-piece swimsuit, she's not wearing anything >You freeze in the doorframe, your heartrate skyrocketing >"Sorry. But if I ask anyone else, they'll y-yell at me more." "Yeah... that's okay..." >You gulp as you step towards her >"Just zip along the back for me, okay?" >Coco's arms hold the front part of the swimsuit against her chest >But the back section is completely unzipped, giving you a full view of her bare back >Your hands are shaking slightly when you take ahold of the zipper >The swimsuit's material is skintight, so your hands end up pressed against her body while you zip it >Her skin is creamy and smooth, and the gently bumps of her backbone and shoulder blades slip beneath your fingers as your hands travel up her back >Coco lets out a tiny gasp when the zipper reaches her upper back, cinching the swimsuit around her chest >"H-ha... that's a little t-tighter than I expected..." >She turns around, showing you the garment >It's bright-white and frilly, looking like someone tried to throw a wedding dress and a bathing suit into a blender >And she's right, it's definitely tight around her chest >Your aunt's breasts look like balloons under latex, so rounded and massive that they're straining the material >"Heh. How do I look?" "Really..." >You swallow again >Every part of your body feels really hot and fuzzy, for some reason "Really good." >That makes Coco blush >She does a little twirl, showing off the suit to you >"Thanks, buddy. I just hope Suri likes it..." >Coco hurries through the halls to the photobooth >She keeps ducking into random rooms or behind plants when people walk by >You're not sure why she's so embarrassed; she's only wearing a swimsuit >When she gets to the booth, Suri immediately starts yelling at her again >"Is it physically possible for you to do *anything* without taking forever?" >"You s-said ten minutes!" >"And it's been eleven and a half!" Suri bites back, practically flinging her watch in Coco's face >You slink in, trying to avoid drawing attention to yourself >Suri still glares at you, doesn't say anything, and just gestures for you to take a seat >You do as she says >The photobooth is a large, dark room, one corner of which is lit up by bright lights on high metal poles >Filling the corner is sand, a painting of an ocean landscape, and some fake palm trees to make a beach scene >All around the scene are plastic chairs, and you take a seat in one near the back, keeping your head down >Suri grabs Coco by the arm and drags her over to the beach scene, flinging her towards it >Coco stumbles a bit, her bare feet catching in the sand, then rights herself >"So, um... what do you want me to--" >"I'll tell you what to do, 'mkay? Just stay there any don't ask questions!" >"R-right, Ms. Suri." >Suri sits down, crosses her legs, and pulls out a camera >"Now... ugh. Not even pro lighting can make you look interesting, can it?" >"S-sorry." >"You're just so... plain, y'know Whatever. We'll spice of the shots somehow. Lean on that tree over there." >"Yes ma'am." >Coco does as she's told, resting her arms against one of the fake trees >"Not like that! Come on, show me some ass, or something, 'mkay?" >Coco's eyes go wide >She glances over at you, meeting her gaze >In that moment, you know why she was scared >And in your young mind, some awful, scary, and very, very sad clicks together >Coco hangs her head, and obeys >She bends her back and sticks out her butt >The tight swimsuit stretches between her cheeks, riding up between them in a wedgy that barely covers her crack >Coco's face is bright-red with humiliation, but she tries her best to smile when Suri takes her picture >Suri actually smiles >"Now this isn't bad. Maybe you're good for something after all, Pommel." >Coco doesn't say anything >"Now turn around. More ass in this one." >Coco turns, and Suri gets a full-on shot to her backside >"Acceptable. Now face me. Let me get some tits in here." >Coco gulps, and faces Suri >"Bend down. We'll need some cleavage to sell this." >Coco obeys, pulling down a bit of the swimsuit to expose the tops of her breasts >"Perfect. Now get on your hands and knees. Butt in the air. Perfect..." >Suri stands up, circling Coco's body to shoot it from every angle >Coco obeys every order, and keeps up her fake smile the entire time >When the photoshoot finishes, Suri stands up and leaves >"Eh. Better than nothing, I guess." >Coco sits on the sand, hanging her head >"Be in early tomorrow, Pommel. We need to see if any of these are worth using, 'mkay?" >"Y-yes, ma'am." >And with that, Suri leaves >Your aunt waits a little while before she stands up >When she does, though, she still doesn't lift her head >She keeps her eyes on the ground the entire way back to the changing room, and then on the way out to the car >You follow behind her, but you're not sure what to do >Something bad happened back there, you know that much >Suri said so many awful things to your aunt, and she must feel so bad >But you don't know what to do >On the way out to the car, you slip your hand into hers, and take ahold of it >Coco looks surprised, and turns her face toward you >"I'm sorry, little buddy. You shouldn't have had to see that." "It's not your fault, Aunt Coco. Are you gonna be okay?" >She sighs >"Yeah. Don't worry about me, Nonny. I'm f-fine." >Her voice chokes up on the word fine, and you can see the tears welling in her eyes >But she blinks them back, focusing instead on piling her things -- all the outfits she didn't get to wear, because Suri only wanted shots of her body -- into the car >It's night now, and the parking lot is empty except for the two of you >She flops into the front seat of the car, her face blank >"Let's just... let's just go home." >The two of you are silent through the entire drive back >No radio, no conversation, nothing >Just the lonely hum of the car as it maneuvers through dark Manehattan streets >When you get home, Coco lets you in >"You can sleep in the guest room, buddy. Here." >She points you to a small second bedroom, furnished with a bed, blankets, and even your own TV >Normally, that would make you super excited, knowing you could play SNES all night >But right now... it's hard to be excited about video games >You lay down in bed, and Aunt Coco heads into her own room, shutting the door >For a long time, you just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling >Images keep racing through your mind; of her, bent over, showing off her private parts to a woman who hates her >You keep remembering the feeling of her skin, how smooth it was, and how pretty she looked in her suit >Why did Suri have to try and ruin that? >It all feels so gross, and so wrong >Your aunt is so beautiful, and so nice >Why does she have to get treated like garbage? >You hear a quiet sob echo through the wall, and immediately sit up >For a moment, your ears strain in the silence, then you hear another sob, louder than the first >Quietly, you get out of bed and tiptoe over to Coco's door >One ear pressed against it, you can hear her crying softly >You nudge the door open slightly, and peer in >She's sprawled across her bed, dressed in pajamas with Darth Vader on them, and is crying into her pillow "Um... Aunt Coco?" >She bolts upright, her face a red mess of tears >"Oh, h-h-hey, little b-buddy." >She tries to hide the tears from you >"You n-need something?" "No. I just... wanted to, um..." >You can't think of anything proper to say, so you just blurt out what you've been thinking "I think you're really pretty." >Coco's expression goes blank >"W-what?" "I'm sorry, I just... what Suri was saying is wrong! You're not worthless! You're really beautiful!" >You step further into the room, the words just tumbling out of you "You've been really nice to me, and today was really fun until she ruined it. Please don't let her hurt you anymore." >"N-Nonny..." >Coco holds a hand to her chest >"Do you... d-d-do you really think that? >She sniffles, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand >You nod >"That's r-really nice of you to say." "I mean it." >You pull yourself up into her bed, sitting across from your aunt "Your swimsuit was really cool. It wasn't all dumb and boring like the things mom makes. It made you look good. Suri's a bad person, but please, don't let her make you feel bad too." >You realize you're crying now, too "Please..." >You throw your arms around your aunt, wishing you could just squeeze all the sad out of her >Coco hiccups, and slowly raises her arms up to return your hug >"But she's right. I'm s-s-so useless." "You're not!" >You squeeze her again, burying your face against her shoulder "Please, Aunt Coco. Please don't call yourself useless. She's just making you feel that way. You're nice, and I really like being around you, and you're really, really pretty. I promise I mean that. And..." >You remember what she said earlier "...and you're the most awesome aunt ever, remember?" >"H-hah. That's right." >She wipes her eyes again >"Guess I'm not being so awesome now though, huh?" "I wouldn't say that." >That gets her to laugh again >She grabs you, pulling you into her lap for a long, nuzzly hug >"Thanks, little buddy. I needed to hear that." >Coco kisses your forehead, making that weird fuzzy feeling from earlier spread through your body again >She settles back down into the bed, using the corners of the blanket to wipe away the rest of the tears "Guess I'll see you in the morning." >You're just about to crawl off the bed when Coco's hand closes around your arm >"W-wait." >She scoots to the side, making room for you >"Would you, um... would do you want to share the bed with me, tonight?" >You stare, and Coco blushes >"You t-totally don't have to, if you don't want to! I just, um... I c-can watch you better like this! You know, your mom wants me to make sure you're safe, hahaha..." >She awkwardly scratches at the back of her head >It takes a while for you to answer and, when you do, your voice sounds hoarse and tiny "I'd like that." >Coco's face lights up >"Awesome! Here..." >She lifts the blanket, then pats the space right next to her >You crawl onto the bed next to the aunt, awkwardly laying yourself down at her side >It feels a little weird to be sleeping with a girl, even if she's your family member >Then again, you did sleep with your mom a lot when you were little >This really isn't that different, right? >...right? >Aunt Coco wraps her arms against you, squeezing you against her chest >Your face ends up squished between her giant pillowy breasts >"Night, Nonny. Thank you for being so nice to me." >And under her breath, she adds >"I love you." "L-love you too, Auntie Coco..." >When you reply, your voice is muffled by her chest >Coco rolls over onto you, snuggling you like a teddy bear >At this point, it feels like her boobs are practically trying to choke you out "...b-but, um... could you please, um..." >You try to shove her off, but she's already unconscious, and drooling slightly on her pillow "That was fast..." >Somehow, you survive the night >When you wake up, the scent of bacon is tickling your nostrils, and you can hear it sizzling in the kitchen >You roll out of bed and wander into the kitchen in a zombie-esque trance, drawn by the smell of breakfast >Coco is standing over the stove, still dressed in her Vader pajamas >She smiles at you when she sees you walk in >"Morning, buddy. How'd you sleep?" "Uh..." >It kinda felt like two watermelons took turns trying to strangle you "G-great!" >"Awesome!" >She pulls the pan off the stove, displaying six slices of perfectly-fried bacon >"I'm so excited! I normally don't get to cook, 'cause there's never anybody else here. Hope you're ready for the best breakfast ever!" >This time, you answer with a lot more excitement "Yeah!" >Coco plops down plates of scrambled eggs, toast, chopped fruit, and bacon >Your mouth is watering just from the presentation alone, and the smell is divine >Since you didn't really get any dinner last night, you tear into the food the way only a hungry kid can, mowing down about half of it in only a few minutes >Coco reaches across the table to pat your head >"Slow down, you! Is it... is it really that good?" >You nod "It's amazing!" you say, accidentally spraying crumbs all over the place >Coco runs a hand through her hair, a bashful smile on her face >"Awww, well... shoot. I'm just glad you enjoy it." "You'd make a really great mom!" >"..." >Your aunt's face goes blank >Slowly, a crimson blush rises in her cheeks "...did I say something wrong?" >She snaps out of it >"N-no! Not at all! Just not s-something I hear very often! Or, um... ever... heh..." "Oh. Well I think people should say it more. It's true." >Coco's blushing so hard that she can't even look at you >"T-thank you, sweetie." >She stares at the ground, fixing her eyes on the space between her bare feet >"But I don't think it's ever going to happen..." "Why not?" >She looks up at you, that same sad smile on her face >"Someone would need to want to marry me first." "I'm sure somebody does." >Coco sighs >"Maybe, little buddy. Maybe. But I'm not counting on it." "I am. You're a great cook, and you're the prettiest and most fun grownup I've ever been around." >That catches her off guard >Wordlessly, she stands up, and starts clearing the breakfast plates away >"Thanks, sweetie." >She keeps her eyes on the ground the entire way over to the sink, where she dumps the dishes in >"That's... that's not something I hear very often, either. Or ever." "Well I'll keep telling it to you then." >Coco finally makes herself look at you, and you hold her gaze >She looks like she's going to cry, but she's also smiling >After breakfast, the two of you get cleaned up (Coco's house has this *super* awesome jacuzzi bath-tub!), and then hang out in the living room together for a while >Your aunt keeps glancing over at you, giving you this weird look that you're not able to figure out >She keeps biting her lip, and she looks a little bit sweaty >In your lap, you fidget with your Axxon set, making him chop the couch cushions with his giant axe >Out of nowhere, Coco's phone buzzes, startling both of you >She glances down at it, and frowns >"Sorry, buddy. Gotta head in to work again." "Aww. Okay." >"And I think... I think I should probably leave you home this time." >She glances away from you, embarrassed >"Because Suri will probably want more pictures." "Oh..." >"Yeah." >She sighs, stands up, and heads into her bedroom to start to pack her things >You follow along, standing in the doorway to her room >Coco opens her closet to grab the outfits she needs, and a bunch of what look like comic books spill out >They're weird-looking comic books though; they're smaller, and there's blushing girls in frilly dresses on the front instead of superheroes >Still, your aunt has comics! >How does she keep getting cooler? >You try to take a peak, but she quickly scoops the books up and hides them in her closet again >"Already, little buddy. I'll be back tonight, okay" >She bustles past you, heading for the front door "Alright..." >Just before she's about to leave, though, you call out to her "Hey! Aunt Coco!" >She pauses, both arms loaded with cases of outfits "Don't let her tell you that you're ugly! If she does then tell her... tell her to..." >You try to think of the worst thing you can imagine saying "Tell her to shut the hell up!" >Coco freezes for a moment, and you're worried she'll yell at you for using a swear >Then she poses at the bottom of the stairs, accidentally dropping all her stuff in the process >She extends a single finger into the air >"I... I won't! I won't let her make me feel bad about myself!" "Yeah!" >You feel so happy to hear that that you can't resist running down the stairs to hug your aunt >Coco returns the hug, nuzzling her cheek against yours >She smells really good, like vanilla and flowers >"See you soon, okay buddy?" >She kisses your forehead, and once again, your body goes all fuzzy >It seems to you like she lets the kiss last a little longer than last time, but that's probably just you imagining it >You wave goodbye to her as she leaves, then head upstairs to try and entertain yourself >For a while, you play with your Bionicles™, then plug your SNES into the TV in your room and cruise through a few levels of Super Metroid >But eventually, even video games start to get a bit boring >The house is empty, and Coco's been gone for almost five hours >Maybe you should have brought more stuff to do... >Bored, you head into the kitchen and grab yourself some leftover breakfast for a snack >While you're in there, though, you remember the comics in Coco's room >Reading a good comic series can make an entire day pass in no time at all >She wouldn't mind if you read some of them, right? >Yeah, of course she wouldn't; she's the coolest aunt ever! >After finishing your snack, you run back to Coco's room to check out some of her comics >You push the door to Coco's bedroom open and tiptoe inside >You're not entirely sure why you're so worried about being stealthy; after all, there's nobody else here >Still, snooping around in other people's things always makes you feel a little guilty >But it's not like it's snooping, right? >You just wanna read some of her comics! >And an awesome aunt like her would totally be willing to share her comics with you >So you cross the room to her closet, and pull it open >The tiny space is absolutely jam-packed with dozens of frilly dresses, boxes of those giant-robot figures that are super hard to put together, DVD cases, and a mini-bookshelf full of comics >Jackpot! >You feel like you stare at the contents of her closet all day, especially those robot boxes >How can any grown-up be this cool? >You scan over the boxes, your eyes tracing over the scraggly Japanese lettering on the sides, and down to the comics >At random, you pull one of the comics out >On the cover is a blushing lady in a pink dress, with a mysterious masked man standing behind her >The lady is really pretty, but you're more focused on this cool masked guy >You bet he's some kind of superhero! >The cover of the comic is in Japanese, so you can't tell what it means >Underneath the Japanese characters, though, there's English lettering spelling out the title //Shiraga no otome no odori// >You have no idea what that means, but it sounds pretty epic and mysterious >Makes you think of Yu-Yu Hakushou, for some reason >You plop yourself down on Coco's bed, and start to read >The opening of the comic is... kinda boring >The main girl, Hikari, is a really lonely woman in her twenties, who's trapped in a life she hates working for a boss who treats her terribly >One day, though, she's nearly caught in a traffic accident, but is saved by the mysterious Kuroi Mask >Now things are getting good! >Kuroi Mask explains he's been watching her, and that her destiny is more important than she knows >And that's where the first volume ends >You drop it onto the bed, then go to see if your aunt has volume two >She does >In fact, she has volumes one through forty-five >She's so hardcore, it's crazy >You buy a Batman issue every time you save up enough money, and you're nowhere near this level of collection >Admiration for your aunt swells anew in your chest as you crack open the next volume >Hikari spends days thinking about the mysterious stranger, and what he meant >Later that week, she's walking home when a gang attempts to attack her >You stick your fingers in your mouth, chewing your nails in excitement >Kuroi Mask shows up again, but doesn't save her >He just tells Hikari that she has the power to save herself >Hikari freaks out but, when the gang attacks her, she discovers amazing kung-fu abilities, and beats them easily >Kuroi Mask informs her that, in a past life, she was Princess Shikihime, the most powerful warrior in all of Japan >At this point, you're sprawled across the bed in full-on trance mode, unable to stop reading >You power through the next ten volumes as the sun slowly sinks outside, not even aware of time passing >When you get to the thirteenth volume, though, you come across something a little... different >Kuroi Mask and Hikari are slowly starting to fall in love, and she admits that he's brought her so much happiness >Since Kuroi Mask is so cool, he just doesn't say anything >So Hikari says she wants to do something special for him, to thank him >For some reason, the artist drew her blushing really, really hard >On the next panel, the two of them embrace, and share a long (two pages long, in fact) kiss beneath the moonlight >Your heart starts to thump in your chest, and you feel a little weird >It's that same fuzzy feeling you normally feel when Coco kisses you >But you hate kissing! >Every time it happens in movies, you have to look away >So why does their kissing not bother you? >You leave the page open, staring at the scene >The kiss continues on like that for even more pages, as Hikari spills out how much she needs Kuroi Mask >Kuroi, at first is silent >Then he admits to Hikari that he loves her >You're surprised to find that your eyes are a little wet >Why does this make you sad? >You hate kissing! >It's gross! >The only time you don't hate it is when Aunt Coco does it, and that's because-- >A momentary image flashes through your mind of yourself and Aunt Coco kissing the way Hikari and Kuroi Mask are >You imagine her holding you against her chest, her warm, soft mouth on yours... >The fuzzy feeling intensifies, spilling down from your chest to your toes "Gah!" >You snap yourself out of it, close the book, and set it aside, then stand up to pace the room >That's not an okay thing to think about! >Kissing on the head is normal, but the two of you can't kiss like that >So... why do you keep thinking about it? >You try to distract yourself by playing with your Bionicles™ but, for once, they're not enough to keep your attention >Returning to Coco's room, you put the manga back on her shelves, noticing that the pages of the kissing volume are weirdly sticky >Inside the closet, you look around for more comics, hopefully ones with less kisses >But all her comics seem to feature pretty girls on the front, and so you can't be sure of your safety from such icky subjects >You dig further into the closet, looking for something else interesting >There's not a ton of interesting stuff, besides what you've already seen >Just a couple tiny, pink lightsaber-looking toys, like the ones your mom keeps under her bed >You're not sure why grown-ups like these so much; they'd make terrible swords >Honestly, you expected better from Aunt Coco, but you guess she can't be cool all the time >You dig a little deeper, slightly disappointed >Behind the bookshelf, there's a binder overflowing with paper >You pull it out, hoping there'll be Yu-Gi-Oh cards or something inside, and flip it open >There's no cards >Instead, the bind is full of pencil drawings >The first few pages are superheroes: Batman, Spiderman, Wonder Woman, all the classics >Your eyes widen as you realize that these must be Coco's drawings >They're... they're amazing! >They look like they could easily have come from a comic page >As you go further in, you see more heroes you don't recognize, until you realize that they're characters of Coco's own creation >Many of them are female, and wrapped in glittering dresses that flutter heroically behind them >Whoa, you never thought dresses could look cool, but... >Coco makes it work, somehow >As the sun goes down, the house is starting to get a little cold, so you head off to take a bath >You carry the binder with you, setting it on the edge of the Jacuzzi while you start the water running >The tub itself is massive, easily big enough for three or more people, and the water is streaming hot and super refreshing when it starts to pour out >You undress, pile your clothes in the corner of the room, and sit in the corner of the tub while waiting for it to fill >As it slowly does so, you continue flipping through the binder, marveling at how cool the art is >As you get towards the back, though, you start to see more and more heroes that look like Coco >Until, eventually, you start to see drawings that are explicitly of your aunt >Most of them are pretty simple, just little self-portraits of her sitting on various pieces of furniture >It's weird, though >Even in her own drawings, she looks sad >In the last couple pages, you come across drawings of her standing with some mysterious man >He looks vaguely like Kuroi Mask... >In some, they're just standing together, and she's giving him doe-eyes >But in others, they're hugging, and usually Kumoroi Mask is telling your aunt how truly beautiful she is, and that everything's going to be alright >On the last page, you come across one of them kissing >Coco is up on her tiptoes, blushing heavily, with her mouth pressed against the dark hero's >Again, you imagine her kissing you like that, and your body goes all fuzzy-hot >You're so engrossed in the drawings that you don't even hear Coco's car pulling up out front >A knock sounds on the door to the bathroom, and you immediately flinch "Y-yeah?" >For a moment, you mind jumps to "burglar," before you realize that a burglar wouldn't bother knocking >"H-hey, little buddy... I, um... can you help me?" "Uh... sure? I'm still in the bath though!" >"Yeah. I know." >Coco starts to open the door, her voice soft with embarrassment >"I'm coming in now, okay?" "W-wait!" >You flick on the jacuzzi's jets, and the bubbles at least provide a little bit of cover for your lower half >Coco steps into the bathroom, her head bowed and her cheeks red >Your can tell right away that today wasn't a good one for her >She's not wearing the same dress as when she left; instead, she's wearing a long, plain white robe >It's a bit longer than a bath-robe; it almost looks like one of those robes that boxers wear on their way to the ring >Her feet are bare, and the bow that's usually in her hair is missing "W-what do you need help with?" >You try to keep your voice calm, but you're shivering despite the warmth of the water >"I, um... I d-did some new photoshoots for Suri today." "Oh..." >She looks at the ground, humiliated >"And, um... I was wondering if you could help me clean some p-paint off my body." "Paint?" >She nods >"I let her paint some, um... outfits on my skin." "I c-can try to help!" >You shout that a bit louder than you meant >Coco clearly feels as awkward as you do, but she smiles in relief >"Oh, thank you! You c-can close your eyes if you don't want to have to see my body..." "I w-wouldn't mind seeing... I mean, it's n-not a problem! I really like the way you look! I mean, I like... you're always looking nice, and..." >Your tongue trips over itself and falls down a flight of stairs >By some weird trick of the mind, you remember the line you read in her drawings "You're truly beautiful, and it'll be okay." >Coco's face goes blank >"That..." >She raises a hand to her mouth, blushing >"Thank you, Nonny." >You nod >"Well, um... here goes nothing, I guess. Heh." >She undoes the strap of her robe, and lets it fall to the floor >Your first thought is that she's wearing a *very* thin swimsuit >But when you look closer, you can see that she's actually wearing nothing at all, and the colors of the swimsuit are painted directly onto her skin >Coco's unable to look you in the eye as she steps towards the bathtub, her bare feet slapping against the floor >You, on the contrary, can't take your eyes off her >Her body is willowy and soft, with round hips and large, swaying breasts, all of which are painted in a collage of dark blues "She... Suri took pictures of you like this?" >"Yes." >Coco sounds ashamed "But you're naked!" >"That's what you have to do sometimes when you're a grownup, little buddy." >She looks away, as if worried you'll berate her "Well... she didn't make you feel gross, right?" >"Only a little." "Should have been zero." >That makes her smile >She steps into the water and sits down next to you >It reaches only to the lowest part of her breasts, leaving them in full view >When you look closer, you can see that even her nipples haven't been covered; they're just painted the same as the rest of her body >Coco looks up, and notices you staring at her >"You okay, little buddy?" "Y-yeah! Totally!" >She smiles >"It's okay. You can look if you want." "H-huh? No! I didn't mean to--" >"No..." >She reaches out to pat your arm, smiling at you >"It's okay if you wanna look at me." >She holds her arms over her head, letting you get a view of her chest >"You're the only one who does in a way that makes me feel good, so..." "I... I..." >Your tongue just threw itself down an elevator shelf >That makes your aunt giggle >She turns her back to you, but makes no attempt to cover herself >"Could you help me wash some of this off? "S-sure!" >Your hands shake while you scrabble around for a cloth >When you bring it to her skin, the paint peels off easily, flaking into a bluish tinge in the water >Slowly, you work your way down to the small of her back, where you can see her butt has been painted as much as the rest of her >She moves forward, raising her backside out of the water with a small splash >Your aunt is blushing hard, but an excited smile is plastered over her face >"Sorry... if you don't mind..." >You start to scrub her buttocks, the soft muscle depressing and jiggling slightly beneath your touch >After you wipe the paint off, it drips down her inner thighs, making her shiver >When you finish, Coco sighs in pleasure, then turns to face you >"I can get my front now..." "N-no! I got it!" >You gingerly raise the cloth up to her breasts, and she gasps when it touches her nipple >"Gently, Nonny..." "Sorry." >You wipe the paint away as gently as possible >Her breasts seem to bounce at the slightest touch, and the water turns them into glowing cream orbs once the paint’s wiped away >When her chest is done, you move down to her stomach, and then reach the towel under the water to clean her stomach, and then move slower down towards her legs >You keep waiting for Coco to tell you to stop, but she doesn't >She leans her head back and closes her eyes, breathing a sigh of content >The water is too dark to see what you're touching now, but you can feel her silky skin against your hand as her thighs clamp around it >"Gentle, down there..." "I w-will be." >You know girls have different stuff than boys, but you've never actually seen what it looks like, just illustrations in the anatomy book >The washcloth presses up against a tiny crease between your aunt's legs, and she bites her lip >"A-ah..." "Sorry! Did I hurt you?" >"No, little buddy. You're doing great. Just, um... please keep going..." >You continue scrubbing, keeping your hand as gentle as possible >A shiver runs through your aunt's body, and she lets out a tiny squeak >"O-okay, Nonny... I think that's enough..." >You prop the cloth up on the wall of the jacuzzi, and scoot back to your own corner >However, Coco doesn't let you scoot away alone >She follows you, and ends up sitting with her side pressed against yours >Her body is soft and slippery against you, and she rests her head on top of yours >"Thanks, little buddy..." >You notice she's breathing pretty heavily >Then again, so are you >She glances over, and sees the open binder of her artwork >"Ah! Where'd you find that?" >She sounds more embarrassed than accusatory "I f-found it in your closet." >Coco's eyes go wide with fear >"What were you doing in my closet?" "Reading your comics..." >"You..." >Coco closes her eyes >"Oh, no. Nonny..." "What?" >"Nothing. Which, uh... which ones did you read?" >You tell her the name of the comic, and she sighs in relief >"Oh! Well, that's not so bad. What did you think?" "It's awesome! Hikari reminds me a lot of you." >"Aww. Really?" >You nod "And I found your art, and I kind of just... I couldn't stop looking through it. It's great." >Coco beams >"You think that?" "Yeah! You should draw your own comics!" >"Oh, well, heh... I've always wanted to, but..." >She bites her lip >"I don't think I'm *that* good..." "No, you are! I bet you could be really famous!" >That makes her giggle >"You're too sweet, little buddy." >She kisses your head, and the fuzzy-feeling hits you with a vengeance >"Suri always said my art was--" >She cuts herself off "I think Suri is a bad person." >Coco sighs >"I know. But... I don't think I could get another job, if I left her." "I think you could." >"Yeah?" "These are really, really good drawings. You should start applying. I mean, if that's what you want to do." >"It's my dream..." >Coco sighs, nuzzling closer to you >Her left breast is about three inches from your face now, and you try not to stare at it >If your aunt notices you staring, though, she clearly isn't bothered >"Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to make art. Dresses, drawings, anything. I just love designing stuff that looks awesome. I thought working with Suri would get me let me do that, but..." >She sighs >"Still, it's better than nothing. I just wish I could have made something really of my own. But it's probably too late." "No way." >You elbow her a little "That doesn't sound like the kind of thing the Most Awesome Aunt Ever would say." >Coco blushes, grinning >"I guess it isn't, huh?" "Not at all. And it's not what Hikari would do either." >That gets her to full-on laugh >"You're right." >Coco stands up, posing butt-naked in the middle of the jacuzzi >Water cascades down her body, turning her creamy figure into a glistening sculpture of confidence >And you finally get a glimpse of your aunt's vagina >A neatly trimmed patch of blue hair covers it, but you can still make out the tight little lips that glisten between her legs >You gulp >Coco turns, resting a hand on her hips >"How do I look?" "R-really good..." >"Ha! You're right!" >She makes a fist, pumping it in the air >"I do look good! I'm not going to let Suri make me feel gross anymore! And I'm not going to waste my time on work that she hates!" >She sucks in her breath >"BECAUSE I'M GOING TO QUIT!" >Coco extends her finger towards the ceiling, posing again >"First thing tomorrow, I'm going to tell her I'm never coming back! And I'm going to do what I've always wanted! I'm going to draw!" >Your aunt collapses back into the water, her chest heaving >"Wow, that feels good..." >You splash over to her "Are you sure?" >"Completely! And you're coming with me!" "I am?" >"Yes! You gave me the courage! And you're gonna help me tell her that she can't ruin my life anymore!" "Oh..." >Wow, that's terrifying to think about >But it's also pretty awesome "I'm in!" >That night, you sleep in your aunt's bed again >This time, however, she doesn't accidentally roll onto you and near-smother you under her breasts >Which is a relief, as far as self-preservation goes, but you can't help but miss it a little >Instead, she snuggles up with you in her arms, cradling you like she would a human-sized teddy bear >You lay your head on her shoulder, slowly hypnotized towards sleep by her gentle breathing >"You comfy, little buddy?" "Yeah..." >"That's good. After I quit my job, we'll have a little party, okay? Just for the two of us." "That sounds really fun." >"Yeah. And guess what?" "What?" >"I'm gonna get you a present." "For real? You don't have to." >"I don't, but you deserve it. You've helped me out a lot. I can't remember the last time anyone said..." >Coco trails off >You feel something warm drip onto your face "Are you crying?" >"H-huh? No, of course not. Just got something in my eye, haha..." >She sniffles >"Anyway, I... I have something important to tell you tomorrow. After you get your present." "You really don't have to get my anything..." >She kisses the back of your head >"I don't. But I will. Gotta keep that Most Awesome Aunt Ever title somehow, right?" "You've totally earned it already." >Coco lets out a watery giggle, and another tear falls into your hair >"Well, I do try my best." >You both laugh at that, and while your laughter fades, the warmth in your chest doesn't >Coco kisses the back of your head, her breath soft and pleasant against the back of your neck >Neither of the two of you says anything more, but there's a shared communion of gentle breathing, body warmth, and reverberating heartbeats as you snuggle together beneath the covers and sink slowly into sleep >When you wake up, the bed is empty >Your aunt is seated on the floor in front of it, still dressed in her Vader pajamas and staring at the wall >"Morning, little buddy." "Uh, hey." >You scoot to the edge of the bed, peering down at her "You okay?' >She nods, smiling >"Just trying to get myself fired up. It's a big day!" >Coco jumps to her feet, doing a sort of excited little twirl >"I'm gonna march right into Suri's office, and when she tries to yell at me, BAM! I'm gonna crane-kick her right in the face!" "Uh... maybe that's a little far?" >"Oh, yeah. I, uh... I'll metaphorically crane-kick in the face! With my impassioned speech about how I'm not going to suffer anymore! I can't wait to see the look on her face! I'll bet she cries!" "Ha, yeah!" >"And then I'm gonna march right back out, and I won't look at her ever again! Not even if she BEGS me to come back!" "Yeah!" >Coco jumps in the air, throwing karate chops at imaginary foes >"From today onwards, nobody's gonna trample over Coco Pommel ever again!" "Alright!" >The two of you high-five, hurriedly get dressed, and then sprint out to the car >For the entire duration of the drive to Manehattan Alt-Couture, Coco plays Dragonforce on full blast https://youtu.be/blJbfSC3fPc?t=8 [Embed] >"I'm so pumped!" "I know, right?" >"Aaaaah!" "Aaaaah!" >The two of you are full-on bouncing in your seats by the time you get to the MA-C headquarters >Coco jumps out of the car, doing a little pre-emptive victory dance >"C'mon!" >She grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the office >The moment you step into the building though, something seems off >Suri is nowhere to be seen; usually (at least, on the times you've been here), she's always been ready at the front door to berate Coco >However, today, the main floor is empty, aside from a bored-looking secretary hunched behind her desk >Your aunt, however, doesn't seem deterred by this at all, and marches right up the secretary >"Hi, Janine! I'd like to talk..." >She clears her throat, then poses dramatically >"...to Ms. Suri Polomare!" >The secretary doesn't even look up from her nails, which she's currently filing into deadly purple points >"Good luck with that. She got canned this morning." >"Um... what?" >A little bit of Coco's fire seems to deflate >"Yeah. Her designs are doing terribly. Why'd you think she was so desperate to get that magazine off the ground?" >"I, um... didn't know, actually." >Coco looks a little pale, not to mention confused >"Well, it burned too. So management kicked her out. She might still be in her office, if you want to check." >"I... yeah. I'll go do that, I guess." >Coco looks at you, but you just shrug >Guess that just made your job a lot easier? >Although you can't help but feel like it was a little anticlimactic >The two of you wander through the halls which, in comparison to the lobby, are bustling with activity >Designers and models push past each other, each buried in their own personal little schedule >Suri's office -- or former office, you guess -- is nestled at the back corner of the building >Coco pushes the door open, and you half-expect a furious Suri to come barging out >But the place is deserted >Inside the office, there's only a simple mahogany desk and a few leisure chairs scattered around >Atop each of the chairs and piled on the desk are the remains of Suri's things >Huge stacks of fashion catalogues, design sketches, framed awards... >It's all there, and most of it looks broken >The designs have been torn in half, and most of the magazines have pages ripped out >Pieces of glass are scattered all over the place, leftover from the smashed frames of Suri's awards >Coco takes a step into the room, her petite sandals crunching on the glass >"Oh... oh my..." >She picks up a handful of torn-up designs, examining them >"These were... these were some of her favorites." >Your aunt leans back against the wall, staring straight ahead >You step around her, picking up some of the smashed frames from the corner of the room >They read: [Junior Fashion Stars, Third Place] [Minor Fashion Circuit, Fifth Place] [Upcoming Designers, Honorable Mention] [Manehattan Community College, BA in Fashion Design] >Turns out, most of them aren't actually awards >Only the top pieces of the pile are >Beneath them are pictures of people you don't really recognize >It's easy to tell they're fashion models, though >All of them are slender men or women in their twenties, dressed in ridiculous swathes of multicolored fabric that seem to blow behind them in the breeze >It's pretty gay, not like the legit-cool stuff your aunt makes >All of the framed are shattered, and some have flecks of blood on the broken glass >All of them, that is, except for one >And speaking of your aunt, she's in it >The only picture that Suri didn't smash is one of Coco, looking slightly younger than she does now, wrapped in a simple blue dress >Even with your limited fashion knowledge, you can tell Suri designed that dress >It compliments her well, and she looks adorable in it >You glance over at Coco, wondering if she noticed >However, she's staring intently at one of Suri's ripped designs, her hand shaking >"This one... she was really proud of it..." >A single tear runs down your aunt's face >"I didn't want this to happen to her. I just wanted her to stop being mean to me! I didn't think... I didn't want her to... to have her life ruined..." >She leans back against the wall, wiping her face >You tuck the picture behind your back, figuring it would probably just hurt her more >As it turns out, Suri's being fired means that, as her assistant, Coco's been terminated by proxy >She could just re-join as someone else's designer, which Janine says would be pretty easy >But Coco just glumly shakes her head when she hears the offer, and the two of you head back out to the car >Coco sighs, plopping into her seat >All the energy of this morning is drained from her >She just looks guilty, sad, and really, really tired "Aunt Coco? Are you okay?' >She nods >"I'm fine. Just... I don't know. Let's get some lunch." >The two of you head down a few blocks, swerving into a random, slightly-upscale Manehattan neighborhood >On both sides of you, the streets are lined with perfectly-trimmed pine trees and the neat, squarish lawns of well-to-do suburbanites >Near the end of the suburb, Coco pulls into a small diner, and the two of you head inside >The place is all red-plastic and neon signs, giving it a weirdly retro feel, like the kind of place your mom would call "gaudy" or "uncouth" >You and your aunt sit together in a plastic booth in the back corner, neither of you speaking to each other >Coco's looking around the ground and chewing at her bottom lip >It's easy to see she's feeling guilty, but you have no idea what to say to her >After the waitress comes and leaves with your lunch orders, Coco's phone buzzes >That makes her jump, and her hands shake when she pulls it out to check the message >"Huh." "What is it?" >"Work again. They're trying to get me to come back. Asking if I'm sure about not re-applying." "They must like you a lot." >"You think?" >That seems to genuinely catch Coco off-guard "Why else would they ask?" >"I don't know." >She sighs, trailing her pointer finger through a little spilled water on the table, spreading it into a crude heart shape >"It just... it wouldn't feel right, if I'm not working for Suri." "What? But I thought you hated her?" >Coco shakes her head "But she was so mean to you." >"I know, but..." >She sighs >"Things weren't always like that. It's... hard to explain." >She has the same tone of voice that your mom gets when she wants you to stop talking about something >But you can't let this go "What do you mean? She didn't always make you feel bad about yourself?" >"Well, not really." "So... what?" >"I told you, little buddy. It's hard to explain. She was the first person who ever gave me a chance. And even though she yelled at me, she still... she still at least gave me a chance. She'd still, you know, talk to me. Even if most of it was yelling." >Coco takes a long drink of her water, unable to look you in the eye >"At least, in a weird, mean way, she still *wanted* my work." "But she... she..." >There come, in every kid's life, a few crystallizing moments where our understanding of the world (good people are good, bad people are bad, good always wins, etc.) peel back, and we get our first glimpses of the complex, messy, ugly stuff that actually lives inside human beings >One of those moments hits you when you see the look on Coco's face >The sheer unfairness of someone as nice as her pining after a witch like Suri hits you with so much force it makes your head spin >You lean back in your seat, feeling simultaneously far-away and way-to-close to the tiny scene at the diner's booth >The image of that picture of Coco -- the only one not smashed, in Suri's office -- keeps coming back into your mind >Should you tell her? >"I know it probably doesn't make sense, little buddy. But that's just how I feel, I guess. I was hoping she'd ask me to come back, if I quit. It would've made me like I'd finally done something right..." >Coco sighs >"Guess that's not gonna happen." >She drops her head for a moment >And when she lifts it again, she's trying really hard to force a smile >"Oh well. It's not all bad, of course not. No, not all bad. Now I can finally try to get my art out there, right?" "Yeah..." >You try to sound excited, but it's pretty obvious Coco's enthusiasm is just about dried up >As lunch goes on, she just looks more and more glum >She continues drawing in the condensation of her water glass, making little stick figures, hearts, and tiny animal faces, before wiping them away with the back of her hand >Eventually, she stands up from the table and excuses herself to the restroom >And that's when you do something stupid, because something about the look on your aunt's face has made you desperate >Coco left her purse on her chair, and you've been with her long enough to know that that's where she leaves her phone >So you lean across the booth and fish the pink-cased device out, checking around to make sure she's not back yet >There's no password on the phone, so you just unlock it and start scrolling through her contacts >There's not very many: just your mom, Coco's mom (your grandma, here), someone named Rarity, and Suri >You pull up her message history with Suri, and type out a quick message [I'm at the Manehattan South-Central Diner. Can we talk?] >And then you toss the phone back into the bag before your aunt comes back >When she does, the food's already arrived, but it's clear she doesn't have much appetite >The two of you just sit together, her picking at a basket of fries while you eat your sandwich in slow, methodical bites >You realize that, once her phone rings, she's going to see that you texted Suri >This was a terrible idea, wasn't it? >Your sandwich-eating slows down to about one bite a minute, and nervous sweat starts to break out along your forehead >What if this just makes Suri even angrier? >You engage in a tiny staring context with your aunt's purse, starting to hope that Suri just doesn't respond at all >"Anon? You okay, buddy?" "F-fine! Totally fine, heh..." >You take another bite of sandwich, still watching the bag >If that phone goes off, you're gonna look like a total-- >Bells jingle at the front of the store as the main door opens >You and Coco turn around, as if subconsciously predicting what's about to happen next >There, standing silhouetted by plate glass and afternoon sunlight, is Suri Polomare >She's dressed in a stern-looking blouse and skirt, with plenty of plaid and flared lapels >Her hair is starting to pull out of the perfectly-rolled buns you remember it being in, leaving her with loose strands dangling in her face >And judging by the red tint to her eyes and the faded makeup streaks down her cheeks, she was crying at some point today >She only takes one quick scan of the place before her eyes settle on you and your aunt >Coco goes pale, protectively placing herself between you and Suri >"M-Ms. Suri? What are you doing--" >"Quiet, Pommel." >Suri prowls over to your table, glaring at Coco >"You called me here, 'mkay. So what is it? You trying to gloat, or something?" >"N-no! No, of course not! I... wait, I called you?" >You shrink down into your seat, trying to look innocent >"Yeah, ya did. Still can't remember anything from more than a minute ago, huh." >"S-sorry, ma'am." >Coco shrinks down, bowing her head and looking admonished >You reach under the table and grab ahold of her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze >Something about your touch reminds her of exactly what she was planning to say to her old boss earlier >Your aunt glances across the table at you, and finally meets your gaze >And she gives you a real, non-forced smile >Coco jumps up from the table and jabs a finger right at Suri's face >"You know what? N-no! I don't remember calling you, but... but if I did, it's because I'm worried about you! For some s-stupid reason, I still care about you! But maybe... maybe this is what you deserve. Maybe you don't deserve to b-be happy." >Coco takes a step back, and falls back into her seat, exhausted >She doesn't even look at her former boss >For a moment, the only sound in the diner is the clinking of silverware as everyone puts their forks down >Though you don't look around, you can feel several pairs of eyes on you as everyone turns to look at the tiny confrontation going on in the back of the restaurant >Coco stares at the ground, her cheeks red, trying to hide her face from the mini-crowd now waiting hungrily for drama >Suri takes a step back, her lips quivering >"Don't deserve to be happy!? You..." >For a moment, she raises her hand like she's about to smack Coco >Your aunt, to her credit, doesn't even flinch >But under the table, you feel her take ahold of your hand again, squeezing it between her shaking, sweaty fingers >However, Suri doesn't attack her >In fact, the anger seems to immediately drain out of her face >She collapses backwards against a free table, her eyes far away >"Is... is that really what you think of me?" >Coco bites her lip, and nods >"You've done nothing but p-push me away, and make me feel terrible about myself. M-maybe it's not my place to say what you deserve, but..." >She trails off, still not looking at her former boss >Suri reaches across the table to try and grab your aunt's shoulder, but Coco scoots out of her reach >"How do you think I felt, huh?" >That question seems to catch Coco off-guard >"What?" >"Nobody ever cared about anything I made until I had you to model for me. You were the only thing they ever wanted to see, y'know? They didn't want my designs, they wanted you *in* my designs." >She drops her hands into her lap, curling them into fists >"Do you have any idea how much that hurts, Pommel?" >"I... I don't think I understand." >"What, I have to explain this again? Nobody asked for more of my work! Every magazine we put out, they wanted more of you." >"W-what?" >Coco's eyes go wide with surprise >"Nobody ever told me that..." >"That's because I didn't let them, m'yeah? I couldn't bear to have you thinking you were better than me." >Suri hangs her head >"Everyone else already thought so. I just wanted one person who looked up to me, 'mkay? And maybe I went to far, but..." >When she raises her head again, there are tears welling in the corners of her eyes >"...I just wanted to be first in *something*, for once in my life. And I went too far. I messed everything up." >She sighs, scooting away from the table >"I'm sorry, Pomm-- Coco." >She lets out a watery laugh, staring down at her interlaced fingers >"Maybe you're right. I really don't deserve much, if this is the way I treat the good things that happen to me, yeah?" >With that, she stands up >"I'm sorry. Good luck with, well... whatever you end up doing. I'm sure you'll be a damn bit better at it than I was." >She starts to walk towards the exit, but Coco stops her >"Suri, wait." >She gives your hand one final squeeze >"What you said about me, about people wanting to see more of me... is that true?" >Suri nods >"It was." >The entire diner is staring at the two of them now, as the two women approach each other, standing just a few feet from each other in the center of the place >"You've got a future as a model, Pommel. If that's what you want." >"I... I don't know." >Suri shrugs >"Well. Whatever you decide to do... good luck. You deserve it. And if there's anything I can do to help you, just... let me know, 'mkay? I owe it to you, I guess." >"Yeah. Thank you, Ms. Suri." >"You don't gotta call me miss. If you..." >Suri rubs her shoulder >"If you don't wanna talk again, I'll understand. But you're, well, the closest thing I've got to a friend. So, maybe, sometime in the future, if you ever want to see me again, I'd..." >She trails off >"Sorry. See you around, Coco." >And with that, she disappears back out of the diner >The rest of lunch is... well, a little awkward, to say the least >Coco finishes her meal while staring dreamily off into the distance >"They actually liked me as a model..." "Well, yeah. Of course they did." >She's holding your hand again, though not out of nervousness this time >Now, the two of you are holding hands just because it feels right >Coco's thumb is lazily stroking along your palm, and she smiles at you "I was trying to tell you. You're beautiful, Aunt Coco. Everyone sees it. Even Suri." >You've never seen her blush so hard >"S-stop~." >You goes back to trailing her finger along the table, drawing a tiny heart in the water drops >"You were right though. Guess I owe you one, little buddy." >She reaches across the table to ruffle your hair >You laugh, patting your hair back into place >"Oh! I've got an idea! Looks like I won't have work for a bit, so..." >She winks at you >"What say we finally have that movie night, huh? I can pick us up some snacks on the way home, and I've got the Transformers movie on VHS." "Sounds great! Long as we can get some more Pizza Rolls, I'm ready for anything." >"Aw, yeah! Hope you're ready for the Most Awesome Aunt's 'Best Part Ever'™!" "So ready!" >You and Coco high-five >On the way home, you stop at the Supermarket and load up a shopping cart with so much junk food that your mom would probably have a heart attack >Oreos, Pizza Rolls, triple-chocolate icecream, that cookie dough with little stars in the center, pull-apart Twizzlers, three gallons of chocolate milk, and a heap of bags of all flavors of potato chips >Coco kind of goes a little overboard, and you have to talk her down from grabbing a second cart >"Heh, yeah. This is probably enough." >Then she sees a huge display of those fancy 8,000-flavor jellybeans, and nearly squeals >"Wait! We need some of these too! They're so much fun, you just pick a random color and try to guess what it'll be! Think we should get some?" "Uh..." >Usually, you're the one begging your requisite adult to buy candy, not the other way around "Yeah! Let's go for it!" >"Woo!" >She pats you on the back >"This is gonna be so, so cool! Oh, I still need one more thing"! >Coco runs off, leaving you with the cart >When she comes back, she's carrying a wrapped paper bag in her hands >"Alright! Let's head out!" >It takes nearly ten minutes to ring up all the junk food, and then another ten to pile it into her tiny car >Coco's practically bouncing the entire time >It takes you a while to notice it, but she seems way less nervous than she did earlier >In fact, she kinda walks the same way your mom does when she gets all dressed up, or the way your more-athletic classmates will after winning a particularly spectacular baseball game >There's an air of bouncy confidence about her, and she keeps pausing to grab ahold of your hand again, swinging it happily as the two of you make your way home >When you get there, it takes two entire trips to load all the junk food into her place >You end up carrying two bags in each arm, hoping it'll impress her >Coco carries in the brown paper bag last, setting it on the living room table >It's wrapped too tightly for you to see inside, so you choose to just ignore it for now >Maybe that was the special present she said she got for you? >The idea that there could be a super-cool gift inside makes it that much harder to ignore, so you busy yourself by staring at the living room's walls >Each of them is adorned by at least one bookshelf, full of books whose titles usually include the words "dragon," "flames," "maiden," or "hero" >They sound like your kinda books; maybe she'd let you borrow one? >All the space that isn't taken up by books is covered in posters, most of which look really, really old >And most of them have giant robots on them >The robot designs aren't quite as cool as Bionicle™, but the colorful Japanese death-machines definitely have plenty of appeal to them >Coco skips into the room, her cheerful mood not at all faded >"Hey, little buddy." >She notices you admiring her posters >"Pretty cool, huh?" "Yeah. Who are all of them?" >Coco's eyes light up, and she sits next to you with her hands folded in her lap >"Well..." >She takes a deep breath, then launches into a twenty-word-per-second rant >"That over there is Optimus Prime. He's pretty much the leader of the Autobots, they're the good guys, and he's sooo badass. I used to have this massive crush on him when I was little, and I know that's totally weird, because he's a robot, but, I dunno, he was just so awesome and *totally* heroic and..." >Coco stops herself, blushing >"He's great. And there's his arch-enemy, Megatron!" >She points to an evil-looking silver robot, then to an awesome-looking guy with jet wings >"And that's Starscream! He's the second in command, and he's a total BAMF." "What's a BAMF?" >"A badass motherf--" >Coco coughs >"A, uh... it's nothing. Don't tell your mom I told you that." "Okay?" >There's already plenty you're not going to be telling your mom about this trip >Coco sweeps her hand along the wall, naming all of the Transformers she has, then gets into Gundam, then into shows with names you can't pronounce >What the heck is a Gurren Lagann, anyway? >Nearly three hours worth of giant robot talk passes between the two of you >Eventually, you start responding by listing some of your favorite Bionicles™, and comparing them to Coco's favorite Transformers/Mobile Suits/whatever a Knightmare is >That gets her even more excited, and so you just talk, and talk, and talk >Somehow, she seems to get even *more* excited as the time wears on, until she has to go and grab her sketchbook to draw some of the epic cross-show battle scenes you two come up with >She doesn't even seem to be aware that time is passing until your stomach rumbles >That snaps her out of her long rant about how Megatron would "totally pwn" (to use her exact phrasing) Makuta in a 1v1 >"Oh! Whoa, it's... it's really dark out. You hungry, little buddy?" "Kinda." >"Aww, man. I must be boring you to death, huh?" "No! This is awesome! It's so weird to have such a cool grown-up to talk to." >"Ha, well." >Coco blushes again >"I try, you know. Now let's make some dinner!" >"Dinner" turns out to be heaping plates of all the junk you bought, piled high like some feast in honor of Diabetes >Coco and you plop down on the couch, arranging the heaping plates in arm's reach >She's practically bouncing in place, she's so excited >"So, what do you wanna watch first?" "Well, uh... I'm not really sure." >"Oh, right, duh, you don't know the show yet! Well, I know what we're gonna start off with." >She pulls out a DVD copy of the first Michael Bay Transformers movie >"Not this!" >And with that, she throws it aside >"We're going oldschool. You're gonna see the same cartoons that I watched as a little girl! Cool, huh?" "Yeah!" >Coco gives you a thumbs up, and starts rooting through her stacks of VHS's >"Might as well start at episode one. Hope you're ready for some Robots. In. Disguise!" >She poses on each words, before dramatically inserting the video tape "If it's as cool as you say it is, I don't think I'll ever be ready." >That makes your aunt giggle >She sprawls out next to you on the couch and, seemingly unconsciously, her arm finds its way around your shoulders >Your aunt pulls you against her side, letting you rest against her warm, pillowy body >Even though you don't try to, your head still ends up resting on her chest, not that she seems to mind https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRQtMVJKBFc [Embed] >As the episodes play on, you and Coco end up leaning more heavily on each other, until you end up with her sprawling against the side-cushion, holding you in her arms like a stuffed animal >The first VHS finishes, and she looks at you expectantly >"So? What did you think? Good, huh?" "Yeah! They're definitely pretty good." >Coco raises an eyebrow >"Only pretty good, huh?" "No! I mean, uh... I really liked it, but, uh..." >"Ha! I'm just messing with you. You wanna watch more?" "Definitely." >Coco smiles, disentangles herself from you, and gets up from the couch >She squeaks in discomfort as she stretches, then goes back to root through her VHS collection >"You know, it's getting pretty late. How about we finish tonight with something epic?" "I'm always down for epic." >"Well then, feast your eyes..." >Coco whips out a new VHS, displaying it proudly above her head >"On a vintage copy of the Transformers movie from 1986!" "Cool!" >"You're right it's cool! This movie..." >Coco sighs, closing her eyes as the memories flood through her >"This movie changed my life, little buddy. You're not ready." >She kneels almost reverently as she slides it into the player >And when she returns to the couch, she finally picks up that mysterious paper package >With delicately careful fingers, she peels the paper away, letting it fall to the floor and revealing... >A boring glass bottle, full of a dark-red liquid >She catches you eyeing the bottle, and smiles at you >"Oh, heh. I got myself something to drink. It's kind of a like a grown-up version of grape jui--" "I know what wine is, Aunt Coco. My mom drinks it all the time." >"Oh, hah. Right." "And I mean, like, all the time. Pretty much every night. Sometimes right after she wakes up. Usually after I get home from school." >"Uh..." "And it makes her cry a lot too." >"I, uh... I'm not really surprised, but uh..." >She tugs at her collar, looking a little awkward >"Whew." "Yeah. It's not gonna make you start crying, right?" >"What?" >Coco scoffs at that >"I'm way too tough to cry from just a few glasses of wine!" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5sQBXvSLfQ [Embed] >"It's j-j-just not f-fair!" >An hour later, Coco's crying her eyes out >Onscreen, Optimus Prime lies dying, surrounded by his comrades >"He was s-s-so brave..." >She practically falls on top of you, burying her face against your chest >You can feel her tears already seeping through your shirt "Uh... it's okay, Aunt Coco. He was really brave, right until the end, right?" >"He was! And t-t-that's what m-makes it so sad!" >She bawls, wiping her eyes on your shirt >You just sort of awkwardly pat the back of your head, wondering what else you're even supposed to do in this situation >She lets out a shuddering sigh, laying down across the couch so that her head is in your lap >The bottle of wine is almost completely gone now, and Coco hiccups awkwardly between sobs >"It's just s-so sad..." "Yeah. He was a real hero." >"He r-r-really was! So s-strong, so b-brave..." >Your aunt rolls onto her back, resting her head on your thighs while looking up into your face >She raises a hand to touch your cheek >"Y-you know... it's weird, but like, you're like the o-only person who g-gets me... "Oh, um..." >You're vividly aware of the heat of her palm seeping into your face, as well as the red flush beneath Coco's eyes >Her speech has the same breathy, slurred sound that your mom's gets when she drinks >But Coco's a lot more gentle >You realize that you've been trying to think of something to say for about thirty seconds now "That's good, Aunt Coco. I like seeing you happy." >Coco smiles at that >She nuzzles her face against your legs, giggling >"I'm really g-glad you're here, little buddy." >The hand stroking your cheek moves down to cup your chin >"I've really gotten to feel this g-good about myself before. No one's ever c-complimented my work, or wanted to talk to me about r-robots, or... >She gulps, blinking away the tears in her eyes >"...or made me feel pretty, like you have." >Coco runs her fingers through your hair, her dainty nails drawing goosebumps on your scalp >"And you know, it's k-kinda funny..." >Your aunt sits back up, holding her face level with yours >Her breath is hot against your nose, smelling strongly of wine and Pizza Rolls >"I used to imagine I h-had a knight for a boyfriend when I was younger. All the time. I'd think of him whenever I got l-lonely, and..." >She leans in closer, until her mouth is only a few centimeters from yours >Her voice drops to a whisper, and her breath caresses your lips like a playful ghost >"...and he'd always m-make me feel better. Now that I think about it..." >You're hyper-aware that her delicate fingers are caressing the back of your neck, slowly pulling your face towards hers >"...he was a l-lot like you. Maybe a little older, heh, but a lot... like... you..." >As adrenaline-fried as your brain is, it takes you a minute to process that your aunt is kissing you >Her mouth is hot and trembling, and delicate in a way you don't fully understand >Your entire body freezes, for a moment, not sure if you should kiss her back, and not even knowing how >As the two of you kiss, the tears still lingering on her cheeks spill onto yours, making the entire experience weirdly wet >Coco eventually breaks the kiss, her eyes half-lidded and a thin trail of her saliva connecting your lips to hers "I... aunt C-Coco..." >"What's wrong, little buddy?" >She sounds out of breath >You, meanwhile, are dazed beyond the point of saying anything rational >"Did you l-like that?" "Uh... y-yes, but..." >She kisses you again >Only this time, she pulls your body against hers, squeezing you against her chest >A jolt runs through your when you feel her lips part yours, and your aunt's tongue flicks between your teeth, gingerly tapping against yours >You have no idea what to do, and your entire body seems to scream that you definitely *shouldn't* want this as badly as you do >But a much louder part of you tells that part to shut the hell up >You have no idea what you're doing, though, so you just try your best to mimic your aunt's movies >Gentle slurping sounds mingle from both your mouths as you flick your tongue against hers, tasting the bitterness of wine on the smooth, wet muscle >When you break apart again, Coco starts to smother your face in kisses, trailing them down your neck, which makes you shiver, then back up to your forehead >Each kiss leaves a hot, wet splotch behind, which quickly cools in the living room's AC >"So...?" "S-s-so what?" >You try to calm your stutter, but the adrenaline is making it hard to even sit still, let alone talk normally >"What do you want to d-do, little buddy? I'm d-down for anything..." "I, uh... uh..." >Your brain goes into panic mode and, as usual, lands on the first thing to come to your mind >Which is, of course, something stupid "C-could we h-h-have a, uh... lightsaber fight?" >Coco's half-lidded eyes snap open in surprise >For a moment, you and your aunt can only stare at each other >Then she throws her head back, hollering in loud peals of drunken laughter >"A l-lightsaber fight? You... that's n-not what I meant!" >She smacks your leg, laughing so hard she's starting to snort >"You're s-so cute!" >She grabs you and squeezes you against her chest, nuzzling her face against the top of your head >"But t-that's why I love you, little buddy..." >Coco holds you at arm's length, smiling >"Alright. You know what, yeah! Let's have a b-badass lightsaber fight! I'll meet you in the backyard in one m-minute! Although..." >She frowns >"I d-don't think I've got any toy lightsabers..." "You do. I found some when I was, uh..." >Probably shouldn't admit you went through her things "There's some in your closet." >"Oh! Awesome!" >She pats you on the head >"Go g-grab 'em then, little buddy." >Your aunt winks >"I'll be waiting f-for you." >She heads out to the backyard, and you run into her bedroom, pulling open the closet door and rooting around for the lightsabers >Your heart is still hammering, and your mouth tastes funny from kissing her >This is so, so not okay >You don't even want to imagine what your mom would say, if she knew >But at the same time, this is... >You don't have the words for it now >You'd say "fun," but this feels way more different than the "fun" you're used to >Maybe swinging some lightsabers at your aunt will help you get some control over what's going on, at least... >After a little digging, you find the toy 'sabers >They're honestly not that big; you have no idea how you're going to have a proper fight with them >And more than that, a lot of them have weird veiny-looking stuff on them, along with weird battery-packs on the bottom >Doesn't look very Star Wars-y... >Eh, you're freaking out too hard to care much about that right now >You'll just take the toys out, and the two of you will do something you can actually understand... >When you get to Coco's backyard, you're surprised to find it's actually pretty big >Enough space for a playground soccer field at least, with tall fences encircling the perimeter >It feels very private, and quiet >The night air is slightly muggy still, and is stirred by only the faintest breeze >You step out onto the back porch, holding a purple saber for yourself (like Mace Windu!) and a pink one for your aunt "Aunt Coco? Where are you?" >"Over h-here, little buddy!" >You glance towards her voice, seeing her down in the grass next to the fence >And she's completely naked "A-ah! Why aren't you w-w-wearing anything?" >You point to the small pile of her discarded clothes, your stutter coming back in full force >"What do you m-mean?" "You're... but..." >"What about my butt?" "No! I mean, I, uh..." >"Relax, little buddy!" >Coco stands up, stretching >She makes no effort to hide any part of herself from you; her breasts sway slightly as her stands, and the tiny shock of teal hair still covers her privates >"It's a p-perfect night! Woo!" >She lets out a cheer, then does a some sort of weird shimmy-dance, shaking her booty like crazy without once breaking eye-contact >"Come on, buddy! Join me! I promise, it's a-awesome! So comfy~" "I, uh..." >"Come on!" >Before you can stop her, your aunt skips over to you and starts to help you get out of your clothes >But she barely even gets your shirt off before she notices what you're carrying >"Ah! W-where did you find those?" "In your closet?" >You try not to sound guilty, but you're pretty sure you did a poor job of it >"Those... N-Nonny, those aren't..." >Coco breasts jiggle as she starts to laugh >"Those aren't lightsabers!" "Oh..." >You hang your head, feeling like an idiot with your shirt half-off and a not-lightsaber in your hand "What are they?" >Coco opens her mouth to respond, but no sound comes out >Then a weird smile spreads over her face >Young you doesn't really have any words to describe that smile, but it looks equal parts excited, smug, and a little... hungry >"If you can beat me in our d-duel, I'll..." >Your aunt poses, extending a finger towards the sky >"I'll show you!" >She grabs the pink not-lightsaber, and points its slightly-flared tip towards you >"But first, g-get naked!" >You oblige >Shaking, terrified, and excited in the weirdest way of your life, you strip out of your clothes and pile them neatly by the door >You have absolutely no idea what these not-lightsabers are for, but something tells you that you'd like to find out >And so you launch yourself at your aunt with a battlecry, taking a swing towards her head >Unfortunately, you're barely tall enough to reach as-is, and she dodges away easily, laughing >"Gotta do better than t-that, Nonny! I've handled these things a lot longer than you have!" "I am one with the force, and the force is with me!" >You charge towards her, trying to stay nimble on your feet >The night air is weirdly comforting against your skin; equal parts warm and cool as it dries the sweat from your naked skin >Coco swats back at you with your not-saber, and the two of them meet with a rubbery smack >You duck down low, and go in for a jab >"Haha, oh no!" >Coco very obviously pretends to trip, and goes sprawling to the ground >"You've b-beaten me, master jedi..." >She curls up on the ground, laying one hand on her butt >"Now what'll you d-do with me?" "Uh..." >You hand your saber to her "You want to, um... s-show me what they do?" >"Aww. You curious, little buddy?" >You nod >"Alright. But you gotta help me, alright?" "How?" >Coco rolls onto her back and spreads her legs >For the first time since you've known her, you're given a full-on, up close view of your aunt's privates >"Just w-watch, okay, little buddy?" >She's panting from the fight, but you can hear the tension in her voice >Is... is she as nervous as you are? >Knowing that calms you, and your shaking starts to abate slightly >You kneel down next to your aunt, watching as she rolls the not-lightsaber around in her hands >"First, I gotta get it a little w-wet, okay? So I do this..." >She sticks the thing in her mouth, closing her eyes and running her tongue along the rod until it's shining with her spit >"And then... w-watch." >She positions the tip of the thing against her pussy, sighing "You're going to... p-put that inside yourself?" >"Yeah~" W-won't that hurt!?" >"What? No! It feels *really* good. But I'm not putting it in me. You are." "I am?" >You gulp "But what if I h-hurt you?" >"Awww." >Your aunt sits up and kisses your forehead >"You're not gonna hurt me, l-little buddy. You never h-have. You make me feel s-so good..." >Your aunt lets out a little squeak, and starts rubbing the toy's tip against the lips of her sex >"Please... push it in for me..." >You oblige >Still wet with your aunt's spit, the toy slips easily inside her with a wet squelch >Coco groans, shudders of pleasure running through her body >"Good... now s-start moving it... in and out... ~ah~" >She bites her lip, a little drool running down her cheek >"Like t-that... oh my g-god..." >She bucks her hips against the toy, making you force it in deeper >With each thrust, she yelps in delight a little louder, and dribbles of a clear fluid start to run down the toy, running down in thick, warm droplets to cover your hand >"F-faster, oh, w-wow, Nonny you're ~hnn~ doing r-really well... just a little more... I'm going to..." >Suddenly, her legs circle around your body and pull you against her, squeezing you there >"C-cumming! Ah..." >The constriction forces you to push the toy deep inside your aunt, and she howls in ecstasy, squirming violently as thick spurts of the same fluid squirt out from around the toy >Your aunt collapses back onto the ground, her chest heaving >"You l-learn fast... little buddy..." "Did I do good?" >She kisses your cheek >"Better than g-g-good. I haven't cum like t-that since I was a t-teenager... wow..." >You give her a nervous smile "I... I liked making you feel good, Aunt Coco." >"Aww." >She crosses a hand over her heart, then pulls you into a naked, slightly-sweaty hug >"You're so sweet..." >When she breaks the hug, she holds you at arm's length, smiling >"Want me to return the favor?" You're going to p-put that in me!?" >"What? No!" >Coco throws her head back, laughing hysterically >"No! No, little buddy. I'm gonna do something a little different." >She looks down at your penis >It's gone hard; not the first time that's happened to you, but it's the first time you've ever been so aware of it >"Just... h-hold still, alright? I've k-kind of always wanted to try this..." >Coco gulps >"If it doesn't f-feel good, just let me know, okay?" >She doesn't even look up at your face when talking to you, she just keeps her eyes on your crotch, a slightly-hungry look in her eye "What are you g-going to do?" >"This. Um...well, h-here goes..." >She closes her eyes, opens her mouth, and slides her tongue along your tiny length "A-ah! Aunt Coco!" >"S-sorry..." "No, it's just... are you sure you want to put it in... in your mouth?" >"Y-yes. Oh, man, I've wanted to try this so bad..." >This time, she slips your entire penis into her mouth, sighing in delight >"Mmph..." >Your aunt's mouth is slippery and hot, and shivers run up your body as she starts to bob her head, sliding you in and out from between your lips "That f-feels... so good... Aunt Coco, I..." >You can barely get any words out >Your aunt starts to increase her pace, loud slurping sounds and a low gurgle emanating from her jaws as she shoves you in and out of her mouth "I feel kinda... weird..." >"Mmm..." >Some strange, tingling pressure is building up down in your little member, but Coco doesn't want to stop "Something's gonna..." >"Nnnh..." >Coco continues to slurp your length, lathering it with her tongue as she goes "I can't h-hold it back, I'm gonna... ah!" >You nearly collapse, your body clenching and shaking as *something* squirts out of your penis and into Coco's mouth >For one terrified moment, you're worried she's going to spit it out and yell at you, or worse >But she doesn't >In fact, you hear only three loud gulps as she swallows everything >When she lets your penis slip back out of her mouth, it's slippery with her spit, but otherwise completely clean >Did she... did she really swallow all of it? >You sink to the ground, still twitching "Aunt Coco... that..." >"Good?" "Yeah, b-but... are you okay?" >Coco blinks >You think she's going to laugh, or a moment, but she doesn't >She just pulls you into a long, tender hug >"Yeah, little buddy. I'm more than okay." >You feel her give your neck a tiny kiss >She's leaning heavily on you now, and your realize that she's close to passing out >"Just... sleep with me... out here, like this..." "I don't think that's a g-good idea, Aunt Coco. Aunt Coco?" >She's already snoring "Oh. Uh..." >In the end, you sort of awkwardly half-drag, half-carry your aunt inside >When you get inside, you know there's no way you're going to get her to her bedroom >So you grab some spare sheets and pillows from the closet, and make a sort of makeshift bed for her on the floor >There's no way for you to get her dressed again, so you just decide to let her sleep naked >And since you're too lazy to get your clothes, you guess you'll sleep naked too >The floor isn't particularly soft, but your aunt's body definitely is >You curl against her, pulling a blanket over the two of you >Somewhere in the back of your mind, some part of you is acutely aware that what you did is definitely *not* okay >But the much louder part is smugly triumphant, and you hold onto that feeling of pleasure, of closeness, and of overwhelming love as you drift to sleep next to your aunt