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In my mind’s-eye I saw the shadow leaning over me, her lips against mine before she muttered my name. “Shh,” she hissed, eyes open wide. How was she to know we’d rolled around Aunt Janet’s bed in incestuous joy? She slipped the gown over her shoulders and tightened the belt. “Oh, fuck,” my aunt croaked when my mother called out her name. Aunt Janet shook her head, frowning. But I wasn’t taking in air at all. The words which came out of my aunt made me blink, confused. I was certain some sixth sense would kick in and she’d somehow just know. Not like a woman disturbed in the incestuous act of taking her nephew’s bare cock into her body. In my mind’s-eye I saw the shadow leaning over me, her lips against mine before she muttered my name. Sex with Aunt Janet meant I slept soundly for a full eight hours and longer, which meant I was a bit woolly in the head when I woke up in the middle of the night. I was literally