Archive of Our Own

It probably says something about me that I didn’t even hesitate when my aunt Charlotte called to say she was having “computer trouble.” Just hearing her voice made me smile… she always sounded so cheerful and affectionate, even when she was clearly stressed out of her mind. I was already in my second year of college, but you’d never know it from the way she talked to me.

“Jamie… Jamie, darling, can you come by this afternoon? I know you’re busy, but my laptop is a disaster. It’s full of weird pop-ups and tabs and it’s just being… ugh, so stubborn!”

Of course I said yes. I’d always had a bit of a thing for her doting, even when I was a kid. She was warm and hands-on, and she never hesitated to fuss over me, ruffling my hair or pinching my cheeks in front of anyone who would look. I swear, my mom used to get jealous.

“Stop spoiling him,” Mom would say, rolling her eyes as Aunt Charlotte handed me another giant serving of dessert or beamed at me after one of my dumb jokes.

Charlotte would just laugh, waving her hand in that fluttery way she had, like she was shooing off a mosquito.

“Oh, let him be, Molly. He’s my Jamie… he’s always going to be my sweet boy…”

There it was, again and again. Sweet boy. And yeah… I liked it.

So that’s how I ended up sitting cross-legged on her living room floor that Saturday, peering at the battered ThinkPad in question as Aunt Charlotte hovered nearby, nervously smoothing her skirt and peering over my shoulder.

Her perfume was the first thing that hit me.

Warm, sweet, a little citrusy… and always just a touch too much, so whenever she swept past me the scent would stick to my clothes for hours. A Charlotte trademark. I could remember being a kid, getting hugged up against her chest and coming away smelling like oranges and vanilla until my next bath.

She still did that, too. The hugging. The fussing.

She leaned in again, peering at the laptop like she expected it to explode. I caught a glimpse of her hair—a tangle of dirty blonde, twisted up in a bun that looked like she’d done it at a red light on the way home. Stray wisps always escaped, tickling her cheeks or curling around her ears. When she leaned forward, a few locks tumbled down, and she tucked them away with a practiced flick of her fingers.

She had big, soft hands. Always warm. And she used them a lot, whether to pet my head, thump me on the back, or ruffle my hair when she thought I’d done something clever.

The rest of her… well.

There was no polite way to put it: Aunt Charlotte was built. In a way only a certain kind of woman could be. The kind of woman who never got the chance to be a mom and so poured all that energy into being an auntie instead. A MILF, by any metric, except she never had kids. The skirt she kept smoothing didn’t do much to hide her hips, either—as wide and round as a cartoon character’s, and those thighs… thick, pale, like she could crack walnuts between them. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible not to notice how the fabric stretched around her ass whenever she bent to pick up a magazine or set a glass down on the table.

Her chest was even worse. Or better, depending on how much you wanted your life ruined by your own aunt. Big, heavy breasts, barely contained in the sort of blouses she favored: soft, button-up things in pastel colors, always half-undone at the top to show a teasing, creamy line of cleavage. I swear, she never even noticed. Or maybe she did, and just thought it was “nice” to be comfortable at home.

But she wasn’t oblivious. Not really. For all her fluttering and easygoing laughter, she had these sharp blue eyes. A little mischievous, always crinkling at the corners when she smiled. There were wrinkles there now—a touch of age, a little silver at her temples if you looked close. But it just made her cuter, somehow. Like she’d figured out a way to age without ever actually growing up.

She caught me glancing up, and beamed. “You’re such a good boy, Jamie…”

There it was again. That warmth. That fondness.

I tried to focus on the screen, but I could feel her breath, soft against my neck, and the gentle weight of her palm as she squeezed my shoulder.

She didn’t let go, either. Not even as I clicked through settings and menus, her presence melting over me like a weighted blanket.

God. I was so screwed.

She’d made me cookies. Actual chocolate chip cookies, warm from the oven, the whole house smelling like brown sugar and vanilla. She even poured me a glass of milk. I told her she was spoiling me, and she just hummed, kissing the top of my head.

I booted up her laptop. It didn’t take long to see the problem.

“Oh wow… this is… this is a lot of toolbars,” I laughed.

She gasped, one hand over her mouth in mock horror. “Is that bad?”

I hid my grin. “Let’s just say, I don’t think you need a ‘Horoscope Buddy’ extension, Auntie. Or… uh… whatever this is…”

I clicked, and wave after wave of pop-ups flooded the screen. A lot of them were… let’s just say, not safe for work. Skin everywhere, bouncing gifs, ads for things I’d never admit to recognizing.

Auntie Charlotte’s cheeks went pink. “Oh my goodness,” she said, flustered. “Jamie, you must think I’m hopeless.”

“No way,” I replied, glancing up at her. She had this nervous energy, fidgeting with her fingers, biting her lip. Cute as anything. “Most people get viruses. You just… get a lot of them.”

She covered her face with both hands, but she was giggling. “I promise I wasn’t looking at anything scandalous… I mean, I might have clicked on a few links, but…”

“Auntie, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain.” I winked at her, and she swatted my arm playfully, like she thought she could distract me from what I was seeing.

But honestly, it was nothing new. Charlotte had always been a little bit… well, not ditzy, but open. Fun. Most people’s aunts weren’t like this. Most people’s aunts didn’t insist on buying them new clothes for college or squeeze their shoulders and whisper how “handsome” they looked while fixing her electronics.

Still, the more I scrolled, the more I realized this wasn’t just a run-of-the-mill case of someone getting tricked by scammy ads.

There was a whole folder on her desktop labeled “Documents (PRIVATE!!).” It had two exclamation marks. As if that would stop me from peeking.

I hesitated… just for a second. I mean, I knew it was wrong. But I was alone, and she’d just gone to the kitchen for a “snack refill,” and… I mean, come on. She was my aunt, but she was hot, and I’d seen the way she looked at me sometimes.

I double-clicked the folder. My heartbeat thumped a little faster, just from the anticipation.

Inside, there were a bunch of files with suspiciously vague names. “MeetingNotes.docx,” “ShoppingList.xlsx,” “BDSM TEST RESULTS.png.”

…

Wait.

What?

I read it again, just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. BDSM TEST RESULTS. In all caps. Hiding right there in a folder she’d probably thought was safe.

I clicked it. Of course I did. I mean, you would too, wouldn’t you?

The picture opened. And what I saw… well, let’s just say it changed the way I looked at my aunt forever.

It was a screenshot from one of those online kink quizzes. You know the ones… “What’s Your Kinky Personality?” or whatever. But my aunt had actually filled it out, and her results were highlighted in neon yellow.

SUBMISSIVE: 99%

PET (PUPPY): 92%

BRAT: 89%

MASOCHIST: 73%

EXHIBITIONIST: 65%

SLAVE: 62%

There was more—a whole list, with little bar graphs and everything. But those top few lines… they stuck out like a sore thumb.

I stared, dumbstruck. I knew I shouldn’t be looking. I knew I should close the file, wipe the viruses, and pretend I hadn’t seen a thing.

But my cock was throbbing in my jeans, like it was barking at me for attention. And I couldn’t stop reading, scanning through the rest of the screenshot, looking for more clues.

Favorite kinks: “Being told what to do… Having a collar/leash on… Being called a good girl… Begging… Puppy play… Humiliation (fun)… Being spanked…”

My mouth went dry.

I could picture it. I could picture my aunt, blushing, kneeling at someone’s feet, maybe with a tail plug sticking out of her skirt and a collar around her delicate neck. She’d always been so playful, so eager to please anyone… but the idea that Auntie Charlotte wanted to please like that… as a puppy, or a bratty submissive, or (fuck) kneeling for me, wagging her imaginary tail and begging for praise…?

My cock jerked, hot and frantic in my jeans. I could barely breathe, let alone think straight.

I tried so hard not to picture her like that.

But it was impossible.

I imagined her on all fours, skirt riding up her thighs, her pretty hair tied back or maybe stuffed into some ridiculous puppy-ear headband. She’d glance up at me with those big, needy eyes, tongue out, cheeks pink, actually panting for attention…

“Good girl,” I’d say, testing the words in my head.

And she’d light up. I just knew it. She’d wag her imaginary tail, and maybe wriggle her ass, and make some little “arf arf!” sound because she couldn’t help herself. God, she’d lap it up. All of it. The praise, the teasing, the embarrassment. She’d wriggle and squirm, desperate for more, desperate to hear it again… “Good girl, Auntie… such a good puppy for me…”

Fuck…

I was throbbing so hard it almost hurt.

I couldn’t stop scrolling through the rest of the file, drinking in every detail. Just knowing my sweet, fussy, doting Auntie liked to be called filthy things… that she wanted to beg, to be leashed, to be put in her place…

My mouth watered.

I wanted to see her like that so, so badly.

I wanted to put a collar on her. The real deal. Something pink, maybe, something soft and girly, with a little tag that jingled whenever she moved. I wanted to tug her leash and watch her crawl to me, hips swaying, giggling and blushing as she asked me for… cookies? Or kisses? Or maybe to get spanked and called a “naughty girl” until she melted.

God. I was getting carried away.

I nearly missed the sound of her footsteps coming back down the hall.

“Jamie? Did you want more cookies, darling?” Her voice floated in from the kitchen, high and sweet and way, way too innocent.

I closed out of the screenshot. My heart was hammering in my chest—I felt like I’d gotten caught watching porn at the library, except it was worse. It was my aunt’s porn. Her actual kinks. Her secret puppy-brain, laid bare.

And now she was coming back, arms full of snacks, smile as bright as ever.

I did my best to look normal. Like I wasn’t rock-hard and red-faced and seconds away from losing my composure completely.

Auntie Charlotte bustled in with a fresh plate of cookies and some cut-up strawberries balanced on top. She set it all down in front of me and then ruffled my hair, fingers gentle and warm on my scalp.

“There’s my sweet boy,” she sang, cooing at me before she even sat down.

“Ahh, you’re spoiling me,” I managed, forcing out a laugh. I could barely look her in the eye. My brain was filled with images of her on her knees, tail plug bobbing, hands tucked like little paws.

She just beamed, unfazed, and pinched my cheek. “You deserve to be spoiled,” she insisted. “You work so hard at school, and now you’re fixing all your silly auntie’s problems…”

I coughed, fiddling with the mouse. “Well, you do get a lot of viruses,” I teased. “Maybe you should stop clicking on all those pop-ups, Auntie.”

She gave a dramatic sigh, pursing her lips. “I know! I know, I’m hopeless. I’m just so bad with computers, Jamie, you have no idea.”

I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from blurting something stupid, like “you’re not hopeless, you’re just a brat who wants to get in trouble.” Or “bad girls get the collar, you know that, right?”

Instead, I just grinned like an idiot and tried to focus on closing out all the weird programs and malware. My hands were shaking a little. I kept picturing her profile, the way her skirt hugged her hips, the subtle sway when she moved. Fuck, she was gorgeous. And she liked being a good girl. Correction: she needed to be a good girl for someone.

She needed me to tell her.

No, she didn’t know that part yet. But she would.

She would.

The thought alone made my cock twitch again.

I finished cleaning up the laptop pretty fast after that. I didn’t dare look at the private folder again, even though I was dying to. If I let myself, I’d probably wind up with my hand in my pants, humping the couch like a dog in heat, and Auntie would walk in and see everything.

Not happening. Not yet.

Auntie Charlotte hovered behind me, hands on her hips, watching me work.

“You’re so clever, Jamie,” she sighed, voice dreamy, like I was Einstein or something. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I barely managed a smile. “Probably keep clicking on sketchy ads until your whole computer exploded.”

She laughed, bright and musical, and flopped onto the couch beside me, skirt ruffling up her thighs. “Maybe I want my handsome nephew to rescue me,” she whispered, looking at me from under her lashes.

My mouth went dry. I didn’t trust myself to answer.

Instead, I cleared my throat and slid her laptop back across the coffee table. “All done!” I announced, way too loud. “She’s clean and happy. Should run a lot better now.”

Auntie’s face lit up at once. She scooped the laptop into her arms, like I’d just handed her a newborn kitten. “Oh, wonderful!” she gushed. “You’re such a lifesaver, Jamie. My sweet, sweet boy…”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Auntie, you can’t call me that when Mom’s around. She’s gonna think I’m a little baby or something,” I finished, laughing even though it came out all strangled and weird. My face burned. Could she tell? Was I that obvious?

Auntie Charlotte just rolled her eyes at me, clicking her tongue and waving one of those big, soft hands in the air. “Oh, hush. As if I’m ever going to stop? You’re my Jamie. You’ll always be my handsome boy, no matter how grown-up you pretend to be… or how many computers you fix for me.”

I ducked my head, grinning like an idiot. “Just don’t let Mom hear you say stuff like that. She’s gonna get jealous.”

She snorted, and her fingertips grazed my jaw as she reached in, all warm and gentle, and pinched my cheek just enough to make me squirm. “Mmm, if your mom ever gets jealous, I’ll just give her a plate of cookies and distract her. But you—you get a kiss instead!”

She leaned in before I could say anything, and her lips brushed my cheek, soft and sweet and smelling like chocolate chips and Charlotte. I almost melted into the carpet.

God. She was impossible. “You be careful clicking on random ads, okay, auntie? Don’t visit any weird websites…”

She plopped herself onto the couch and crossed her legs, laptop perched on her thigh, skirt riding up just enough that I had to literally tear my eyes away to avoid getting even harder. “I’ll try, sweetie. For you. But if I get more viruses, you’ll just have to come rescue me again, won’t you?”

She winked. Actually winked. I almost choked on my own tongue.

But I was done here, wasn’t I? Time to escape before my cock physically exploded through my jeans.

I mumbled something about homework, grabbed the cookie tin she insisted I take home, and tried not to run for the door. She followed me to the entryway, still chattering about “her sweet Jamie” and how lucky she was to have me. Then she squeezed me in one of her signature, smothering hugs, kissed my cheek a second time, and sent me out into the world smelling like Charlotte and vanilla and the kind of trouble you only found in forbidden fantasies.

The second I hit the driveway, I let out a shaky breath. My whole brain was buzzing. My cock, too.

God.

I was going to do it.

Before the end of the year, I was going to put a collar on my Auntie Charlotte.

And when I did… I was going to make her mine.

It was Auntie Charlotte’s birthday only a few months later, which meant it was time for me to put my plan into motion. First things first: I drove to a sex shop.

If you think it’s embarrassing going to a sex shop to buy something for yourself, you should try buying something for a relative.

Of course, I never told the goth girl behind the counter that I was buying something for my fucking aunt, but I did mention it was for “someone special” and she gave me a sly wink, probably thinking I was talking about the girlfriend I didn’t even have.

She rang up all the items I brought to the counter: a collar with a little bell dangling off it, a leash, a bottle of lube, a pair of nipple clamps, fake puppy ears, a butt plug tail, and a few other goodies that I couldn’t help but fantasize about my sweet Auntie Charlotte making use of. I don’t think I’ve ever left a store so quickly; it really felt like everyone was watching me. Like they knew somehow that I was buying this for none other than my fucking mom’s sister.

So, yeah. That happened. I packed up my “totally normal, not suspicious at all” goodie bag and drove straight home, cheeks burning the entire way. I could barely look at myself in the rear-view mirror. If a cop had pulled me over, I think I would’ve just died on the spot. There’s absolutely no way I could have explained the box of puppy ears and shiny pink collar in the backseat. Especially not for Auntie Charlotte.

But I was on a mission. Her birthday was coming up fast, and I wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

Auntie Charlotte’s 45th birthday party was exactly as wild and cozy as you’d expect from the woman herself. She didn’t do fancy restaurants or crowded bars. No, she liked her celebrations at home, surrounded by the people she loved—and lots and lots of food.

The whole family showed up. My mom and dad brought a giant lasagna. Some of my little cousins dashed around upstairs, screaming and leaving a wake of cookie crumbs. My uncle Bob manned the grill out on the deck, spatula in hand while steaks hissed and popped over the flame. Inside, the kitchen buzzed with noise and laughter, everyone crowding around the counter, gossiping and sipping at whatever wine or soda Auntie had poured for them.

Meanwhile, the den downstairs was a madhouse. Foosball table going berserk, darts thunking into the corkboard, college-age guys bellowing every time someone scored a goal. I dipped down there long enough to score a point on my cousin Will and then retreated to the living room, where the TV droned softly—a rerun of some classic football game, a handful of relatives half-watching and half-napping on the couches.

But Auntie Charlotte? She floated through it all like a happy, tipsy party queen. Her hair was done up in that messy bun she liked, streaks of gold catching the lamplight. She wore a powder-blue skirt that hugged her hips and a soft white blouse, and every time she leaned in to grab a chip or refill someone’s glass, her boobs did this hypnotic little bounce that I couldn’t stop staring at.

I tried not to make it obvious. But Jesus. They were everywhere.

She made everyone feel special, too. She’d kiss cheeks, pinch arms, laugh with her whole body. At one point she handed me a plate loaded with barbecue and winked, whispering, “You have to eat, Jamie! Growing boys need their protein…”

God. If only she knew.

I hung in the background most of the night, just watching her glow. Every now and then she’d catch my eye and smile, and I’d get this squeeze in my chest—or lower, if I’m being honest. She was the star of the show, and she loved it.

When the cake finally came out, people gathered around and sang the world’s most off-key “Happy Birthday,” and Auntie Charlotte beamed so hard I thought she might burst. She blew out the candles with a flourish, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling.

That was my cue.

I edged up behind her, pretending to help clear away the dessert plates, and leaned in close. Close enough that I could smell her perfume, that sweet orange-vanilla that made my knees weak.

“Auntie,” I whispered, lips barely an inch from her ear. “I got you a special present. But I want to give it to you when everyone’s gone, okay? Just the two of us.”

Her whole face lit up. She actually squeaked, I swear. A little shiver went through her shoulders, and she twisted around, eyes huge and gleaming.

“Ooh!” she gasped, clapping her hands together. “You got me a secret? Jamie, you’re too much! Now I’m all curious…”

She gave my arm a squeeze, and her nails gently dug in. “You promise it’s not another one of those prank gifts? I still remember that frog mug you gave me in eighth grade, mister…”

I grinned. My throat was dry. “It’s nothing like that, Auntie. I promise.”

She pouted, but she was grinning, lips stained a little with red wine. “Well, I can’t wait… you tell me when you’re ready, and you come find me, okay?”

I nodded. Inside, my heart was slamming. Fuck, this was happening.

The rest of the night was a blur. People got tipsy, then tired, then started making their way to the door in little clumps. Uncle Bob packed up the grill, my cousins flopped on the carpet until their parents dragged them into coats and shoes. My mom hugged Auntie Charlotte about ten extra times, and each time she shot a teasing look my way, like she was dying to see what I’d gotten her.

But no one suspected a thing.

When the last of the family finally left, the house fell silent except for the low hum of the TV and the faint clatter as Auntie Charlotte tidied up some stray glasses.

I waited. I even busied myself with football highlights, but I could barely focus; my hands were shaking, my brain was melting, and my cock was already starting to throb just imagining how this was going to go.

The sound of her voice cut through my daze—

“Jamieee…” Her words came out slow and syrupy, like she’d been sipping wine all night (because, well, she had). “Where’s my sweet boy? Are you gonna come give me my present, or do I have to go hunting for it?”

I swallowed. My cheeks went hot. “I’m in the living room, Auntie!”

She padded in behind me, barefoot and tipsy, and before I could even turn around, she draped herself over the back of the couch, arms sliding around my neck.

Her tits pressed right up against the back of my head. Warm, soft, heavy. I almost groaned out loud.

“There you are,” she purred, letting her hair tumble down so it brushed my cheek. “Were you hiding from me, handsome?”

I could feel her breath—the shiver in her chest, the way her hands played over my shoulders, fingertips massaging just a little. I looked up, and she leaned in, her face so close that her lips grazed the ridge of my ear.

I could feel myself trembling. Actually trembling. My entire body was lit up, like every inch of skin was tuned to her, to her touch, her perfume, the warmth of her voice so close to my cheek.

God. I was so fucked. In the best way.

But I kept it together. Somehow. I smiled up at her, heart pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it. Maybe she did. She looked so happy, so flushed and giggly, her boobs pressing against the back of my head, her hair tickling my jaw as she leaned in.

I could smell the wine on her breath… sweet, tangy, almost like fruit juice, and underneath it, the citrus-vanilla perfume that was pure Charlotte. It went right to my head.

“Happy birthday, Auntie,” I managed, laughing even though my voice sounded all thin and dopey.

She giggled, a loose, tipsy sound that vibrated right through my spine. “Mmm, thank you, Jamie… but I’m not letting you go until you give me my present! You promised! I want my birthday secret, mister!”

God, she could barely keep her hands off me. Not that I minded. But it was making me crazy.

I had to focus. The plan. The surprise.

I turned to look her in the eye. She looked so happy, so ready for anything. I grinned at her, letting the excitement bubble out.

“Come with me, Auntie,” I said, taking her hand. “I want to show you something downstairs. Just us.”

She raised an eyebrow, then covered her mouth with both hands, scandalized and delighted. “Jamie! What on earth are you planning?” she squeaked, but she was already letting me pull her along. “You’ve got a secret for me down there? Oh, you little devil… I knew you were up to something!”

She was giggling the whole way, her grip on my hand warm and tight. I led her out of the living room, down the hallway, and to the set of carpeted stairs leading to the den. The whole house was quiet except for the two of us—the air electric, like we were teenagers sneaking off to make out in the basement. She squeezed my hand even harder as we started down, her nails digging in just a tad, and I could feel her behind me, close enough that her chest pressed to my arm every time we rounded a step.

“Downstairs, huh?” she teased, voice all wobbly and tipsy. “Jamie, you’re not gonna lock me in the wine cellar, are you?”

I laughed, trying not to show how high my nerves were ratcheting. “No wine cellar. Promise. Just… stand there, in the middle of the room, okay? I’ll be right back.”

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked around, all curious. The den was cozy in that way only Auntie Charlotte’s house could be: big plush rug, dark wood shelves packed with old photo albums and trophies and knickknacks from a thousand family holidays. The couch was piled with throw blankets and pillows in every color. The far end of the room had a little bar, with a couple high stools and a collection of wine bottles glowing in the dim light.

She drifted to the center of the room, almost dancing across the rug. “You want me right here?” she asked, peering back at me over her shoulder, blue eyes bright and playful. “Just standing in the middle like a dork? Jamie, you’re making me nervous…”

I grinned. God, she was adorable.

“Wait right there, Auntie,” I told her. “Seriously. No peeking. I have to go get something from my car. I’ll be like two seconds.”

She blinked in surprise, then laughed, shaking her head. “From the car? Jamie, what did you get me, an engine block? A set of snow tires?”

“Just trust me!” I shot back, already hurrying up the stairs. “You’re gonna LOVE this. I promise.”

She put her hands on her hips, watching me go, but she was grinning from ear to ear. “You’re making me crazy, Jamie! If this is a prank, I swear I’ll spank you!” she shouted after me. Then she giggled, as if she couldn’t believe she’d even said it.

God. If only she knew.

I moved fast. Up the steps, out the back door, out into the silent night. I took a deep breath—the air was cold and wet and smelled like rain on the driveway—and tried to stop my heart from punching a hole through my ribs.

Now or never.

I popped open the trunk. The bag was there, just where I left it—a plain brown tote, handles bulging with all the things I’d bought. The collar. The leash. The tail plug. The ears, the lube, the pink cuffs, and everything else I’d picked out just for her.

Seeing it all made my cock throb, hard enough to ache. I could picture her wearing it all, grinning and blushing as I clicked the collar around her throat.

God.

I was really doing this.

I swallowed, slammed the trunk shut, and locked the car. Then I stood there for a second, bag in hand, just breathing. I could back out. I could hide the bag in my room for a year, pretend I’d never even thought about it. I could just go back inside and say I changed my mind.

But… no way.

No fucking way.

This was for her. For us. For every desperate, brain-melting fantasy I’d ever had, and for every needy little text she’d ever sent me at three in the morning, whining about how bored and lonely she was.

She wanted this. Bad.

And I was going to give it to her.

I marched back up the walk, unlocked the door, and slipped inside. The house was empty, dark except for the pool of warm light spilling from the den. Downstairs, I could hear her footsteps padding in slow, dramatic circles over the thick carpet. God, she was really waiting for me… so cute and eager, like she knew something wild was coming and she couldn’t help herself.

I cleared my throat, nerves jangling, then called down the stairs, “No peeking, Auntie! Okay?”

She yelled right back, voice bright and wobbly with excitement. “They’re closed! See? I’ve got my hands over my eyes and everything! So secretive, Jamie… you’re killing me down here!”

I gripped the banister, heart hammering. Every step toward the den felt like a countdown to something huge. By the time I reached the bottom, my palms were sweating and my cock felt like it was going to punch a hole through my jeans.

She stood in the center of the rug, just as I’d left her, hands pressed dramatically over her eyes, her whole body practically vibrating with anticipation. The lamplight behind the bar did magical things to her hair and skin: made her messy bun glow gold, made the curve of her ass and the line of her soft white blouse look even more perfect than before. She was fidgeting from foot to foot, giggling under her breath as she waited for me to make my move.

God, she was adorable. Her skirt hugged her hips just right. Her legs looked soft and thick in the warm light, and I couldn’t help but get lost in the little details—the way her blouse strained around her tits, the way she swayed just a bit every time she shifted her weight. I almost lost my nerve right then and there.

But… no. I was going to do this. For her. For both of us.

I tiptoed across the rug, trying not to trip on my own feet. She heard me coming and squealed, “You’re being so sneaky! Is it a puppy, Jamie? Did you bring me a real puppy for my birthday?” She was teasing, but the word hit me deep in the gut.

I set the bag gently on the den’s couch. My hands were shaking as I dug through the brown tote, searching for the first pieces of her present.

There it was: the pink collar, with its little bell and shiny tag. The fuzzy puppy ear headband. My hands trembled as I pulled them out.

She heard the rustling and perked up instantly. “What’s that sound?” she chirped, trying to peek between her fingers.

I shushed her. “Auntie! No peeking. For real. Just… keep your eyes closed, and stand still, okay?”

She laughed, but she obeyed. “Okay, okay. I’m still! Promise! But Jamie, you’re making me crazy down here…”

I could feel her energy from across the room: bright, hot, quivering with excitement. She really was like a puppy, all worked up and eager for whatever came next. It made my cock twitch, hot and desperate.

I stepped behind her. Her perfume hit me first: orange and vanilla, warm and dizzying. Her neck was bare, creamy and perfect in the lamplight. Little strands of hair had escaped her bun and curled down onto her cheeks.

I gulped.

This was it.

I reached up, careful not to brush her ears, and slid the fake puppy headband over her head. It felt like a soft hairband, and the ears flopped forward, ridiculously cute.

She giggled, tilting her head. “Oh! Did you just put a tiara on me?” Teeth flashing. She was so happy and so utterly clueless. “Am I birthday royalty or something?”

God, she was killing me.

“Don’t move,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out. My hands were shaking so bad.

“I won’t! I’m not moving!” She bounced a little where she stood, pressing her hands even tighter to her eyes. “You’re making me nervous, Jamie…”

I fumbled for the collar. The leather was soft, the tag jingled faintly as I unclasped it. My whole body was buzzing. I reached around her neck and brought the collar together, careful not to catch her hair, and clicked it shut.

She jolted, her whole body trembling. “What was that?” she asked, giggling. “It feels like… oh my goodness, Jamie, is this some kind of fashion choker? Is this what the cool girls wear now?”

She was so flustered, so pink and tipsy, and I could see the blush blooming across her cheeks, even with her eyes closed.

I tried to swallow down the lump in my throat. “Just keep still, Auntie. I’m almost done. Don’t open your eyes yet. Promise?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “Promise… mmm, but you’re making me so curious… I can feel my face turning red!”

I took a deep breath, then grabbed the leash. The clasp was cold and shiny, and it gave a perfect little click as I snapped it to the collar’s D-ring.

She gasped, just a tiny sound, her thighs pressing together under her skirt. “Jamie… what are you doing back there? It tickles! Is this part of the surprise?”

I closed my eyes for a second, trying not to lose it, then reached past her and gently took her hands away from her face. Her eyes fluttered, lids still squeezed tightly shut, cheeks burning like crazy.

“Okay, Auntie,” I said, voice soft but shaky. “You can open your eyes now.”

She blinked twice, lashes fluttering. The den was warm and golden, and right in front of her was the big old mirror that covered the far wall—a vintage thing, rimmed in brass and polished to a shine.

She looked.

And then she exploded.

Her eyes went enormous. Her mouth dropped open in a perfect O. Her cheeks lit up so fast I swear she was glowing red from ear to ear. She gasped, both hands flying to her mouth as she stared at herself in shock and awe.

She was wearing the puppy ears. The pink collar, bell chiming softly, snug around her neck. The leash dangled from the collar—and I was holding the end of it, my knuckles white, my heart beating so hard I thought I’d faint.

“J-Jamie!” she squeaked, her reflection huge-eyed and scandalized in the mirror, cheeks going redder by the second. “Wh-what in the world is this? Jamie, what are you doing to me?”

God, she looked incredible. The puppy ears drooped perfectly on her head, soft and floppy, and the pink collar hugged her neck just right, bell and tag both chiming softly whenever she moved. Her hands were fluttering up over her mouth, her chest rising and falling with every jagged, embarrassed breath. She couldn’t stop squirming—not for a second. And I was standing right behind her, holding the leash, knuckles white, cock so hard it hurt.

She shot me a look in the mirror, her blue eyes huge and teary with shock. “Is this…? Jamie, is this a prank? Are you filming me?” She giggled, but it came out all nervous and shaky, like she was seconds away from melting into a puddle on the carpet. “Oh my god! What would your mom say if she saw me like this, Jamie?”

She did a little double-take at her own reflection and made this tiny, mortified noise, stamping her foot like a brat. “I look ridiculous! Puppy ears? A collar?” She tried to hide her face with her hands, but she couldn’t stop peeking between her fingers, lips quivering with nervous laughter.

She was so flustered she could barely stand still. Her thighs kept squeezing together under her skirt, her ass jiggling every time she fidgeted. The bell on her collar jingled with every single twitch.

I wanted to eat her alive.

But I had to keep my composure. I had to keep control, just for a minute.

I grinned at her in the mirror. “You lied to me, Auntie,” I said, voice low and steady despite how wild my heart was pounding. “Didn’t you? When I was fixing your laptop, you promised you weren’t looking at anything scandalous…”

She froze, color draining from her face for just a split-second before she went even redder, ears burning, lips parting in pure shock.

I stepped closer, letting the leash tighten between us. “But you were definitely being a naughty little puppy, weren’t you, Auntie?”

The effect was nuclear. Her whole head snapped up, mouth opening and closing like a fish. She gasped, then hiccupped, both hands clapping over her cheeks. “Jamie! I—I don’t even know what you’re talking about! That wasn’t—I mean, I never—you must have, um, misunderstood what you saw!”

She couldn’t even look me in the eye. Her thighs rubbed together so hard it made the hem of her skirt ride up, and she made this helpless little mewl, like she didn’t know whether to run or hide her face or both.

“Auntie.” I gave the leash a little tug, just a soft pull.

She squeaked. Actually squeaked. The bell jingled and she staggered a step closer, nearly tripping over her own feet, pressed up against my chest with her hands still cupped over her mouth.

She whimpered, so embarrassed she was shaking. “Jamie, please, I—I don’t know what you found, but I swear it was just a silly website, and you know I don’t understand computers, and I never meant for you to see any of that, and oh my god, you must think I’m a total pervert now, and I’m not, I swear, I’m just… I’m just your silly Auntie Charlotte, I’m just being silly…”

Her words fell apart into a stuttering mess, and she tried to twist away, but I reeled her in with another little tug on the leash.

She whimpered again, lips trembling. Her eyes were wet and shiny, cheeks burning so red I thought she might faint.

I leaned in, voice just for her. “I found out what kind of things you like, Auntie. I know what kind of fun you want to have.” My grip on the leash tightened. “You’re such a silly puppy, Auntie, aren’t you?”

She made this desperate, squeaky little noise and covered her face, shaking her head over and over. “Th-those were just quizzes and silly things, Jamie, I didn’t mean for you to see, I didn’t think you’d ever—I mean, I wouldn’t ever, that’s not… I’m not like that, I’m not a puppy, I’m not, I’m just your auntie, I’m just…”

She was babbling. Her breathing was hot and frantic, her chest heaving beneath the white blouse, tits practically spilling out over the top buttons. Her whole body was trembling, and I could see just how hard she was blushing, all the way down her neck.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I just couldn’t.

I cupped her jaw, turning her to face me. “Auntie,” I whispered, voice thick and shaking with need. “It’s okay. It’s more than okay. You’re perfect.”

And then I kissed her.

I didn’t hesitate, didn’t give her a chance to pull away—I just closed the distance and pressed our mouths together, deep and hungry, like I’d been starving for this all my life.

She gasped into me, lips parted in shock, her whole body going stiff with surprise. For a second she didn’t even kiss back, just stood there, breath caught in her throat, leash clutched tight in my hand.

But I didn’t stop. I cradled her face, fingers running over the soft curve of her cheek and the trembling line of her jaw, and I kissed her until she started to melt.

Her hands slid up, clumsy and trembling, fingers twisting in the fabric of my shirt. She whimpered again, a helpless, needy little sound, and her lips started moving beneath mine, warm and soft and so, so sweet.

She tasted like wine and strawberries and vanilla—the flavor of every forbidden birthday wish I’d ever had. Her tits smushed against my chest and the bell on her collar tinkled softly, a ridiculous, adorable sound that made my cock throb even harder.

She made a helpless, breathy “mmm” into my mouth, and her knees buckled just a little. I supported her with a hand braced at the small of her back, holding her steady as the kiss deepened. God, the taste of her lips was enough to make me dizzy. Warm, a little sweet, and tinged with the faintest aftertaste of wine and vanilla.

She was so tense at first. Whole body locked up, breath shaking in her chest. But the longer I kissed her, the more she started to melt in my hands. Her lips parted, barely at first, and then all at once, she was kissing me back. Not shyly either. No, it was needy, hungry, like she’d been dreaming about this as long as I had.

Her arms slipped around my neck, first gentle, then clutching me tighter, nails digging in through my shirt. She wriggled up against me, tits mashed between us, bell on her collar jingling with every little desperate whimper.

“Jamie…” she gasped against my mouth. “This is… oh, my goodness… mmm…”

She couldn’t even finish the thought. I didn’t let her. I was too busy running my hands over her body, drinking in every ounce of her curves. Fuck, she was so soft. Thick, plush ass spilling out at the hem of her skirt, her hips wide and perfect for grabbing. And her tits? Jesus. I could barely fit a hand around them, let alone decide what I wanted more: to squeeze them or bury my face between them. For now I just palmed them gently, feeling her nipples stiffen under the thin fabric of her blouse.

She moaned when I did that. A real, honest-to-god moan, high and shaky and so hot it made my cock throb even harder.

I pulled her close and just kissed her, over and over, our lips mashed together, tongues tangling, breath coming out in frantic, messy bursts. When I finally pulled away, we were both panting, chests heaving, faces red. Our lips were still connected by these slippery, shimmering strands of spit.

She stared at me, teary-eyed, lips all swollen and pink, completely dazed. She tried to say something, but the only thing that came out at first was this soft, helpless little whimper. Then she covered her mouth again and shook her head.

“Jamie… oh, Jamie, we can’t… we’re not supposed to… This is so wrong…” She was trembling, but she couldn’t stop smiling, either. “We’re family. This is… it’s crazy, Jamie, what if anyone found out? If your mother ever heard about this, or the rest of them… they’d kill us! They’d throw us out of the family, oh my god…” She trailed off, voice thick and desperate, like she wanted to stop but just couldn’t make herself pull away.

I tipped her chin up with one finger, gentle but firm. “Hey,” I whispered, looking her right in the eye. “You’re thinking too hard, Auntie. Cute little puppies don’t think, do they? They just follow orders.”

That did it. Her whole face went pink, right past red into something so bright it was almost comical. She giggled, flustered, squirming in place. “Arf!” she barked, totally unhinged and adorable, nuzzling up against my neck. She wiggled her little puppy ears, the bell on her collar jingling as she pressed her cheek against me, breathing me in like she just couldn’t get enough.

“I can’t believe this is happening…” she whispered, dreamy and distant, like she thought she was hallucinating. “Am I really your puppy, Jamie? Are you really going to take care of me?”

God, my cock was about to break in half.

But before I could even answer, she squirmed in my grip—and that’s when she must have felt it. My throbbing erection, straining so hard against my jeans I thought I might pass out.

She gasped, clutching at my hips, her face a perfect O of shocked delight. “Jamie!” she squeaked, eyes darting down. “Is… is that because of me?” I barely managed a nod, but she was already pawing at my crotch with the heel of her palm. “Oh my god… I did that? I made you that hard, Jamie?”

She giggled, low and hot, totally delighted with herself. Her hand curled over my bulge, squeezing just enough to make me groan.

“Mmm, Jamie, you’re huge…! Naughty boy, getting hard for your own auntie… tsk tsk tsk…”

She was teasing me now, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

I could hear her breathing pick up, shallow and frantic, but she kept her hand locked on my cock, stroking it through my jeans.

“Not that I mind,” she whispered, leaning in so her lips brushed my ear. “I love knowing I can make you feel like this… god, Jamie, I want to be good for you, I want you to tell me what to do…”

I almost lost it right then and there. The way she squirmed against me, ass grinding into my lap, tits smashed up against my chest… Fuck. I was seconds away from taking her right there in the den, on the carpet, in full view of that huge gold mirror.

She tried to catch her breath, cheeks still burning, fingers tracing up and down the length of my cock through my pants. Then she nipped my earlobe, playful and breathless, her words coming out in a wild, tipsy rush.

“There’s nobody else in the house, Jamie,” she whispered. “You’re all alone with your new puppy, aren’t you?” She pressed her body even closer, nuzzling her nose against my neck. “Maybe you should… give your puppy her first order, hmm? Test out your new game, see if I’m really a good girl after all…~”

I could barely speak. My mouth was dry, my heart racing. But I reached up and stroked her jaw, loving the way she melted under my touch. “Get on your knees, Auntie,” I whispered. “Show me how good a puppy you can be.”

She made a high pitched little yip, a perfect puppy noise, and dropped right to her knees on the plush den carpet. It was like every inch of her was tuned to me—the sound of my voice, the gentle tug of the leash in my hand, even the admiring, hungry stare I was giving her through the mirror.

My Auntie Charlotte knelt at my feet, hands folded in her lap like perfect little paws, skirt riding up to mid-thigh and exposing those soft, thick legs I’d fantasized about for months. The puppy ears flopped forward, making her blush and giggle, and the bell on her collar jingled softly with every excited, nervous bounce.

God, she was adorable. Adorable and filthy, all at once.

She looked up at me with those huge blue eyes, and even though her cheeks were burning she was beaming, deliriously happy just to be kneeling for me. I could see the way her chest heaved, tits threatening to pop the top two buttons of her blouse, every frantic little breath making her look even more desperate for attention. For praise. For anything I’d give her.

“Good girl,” I crooned, giving the leash a gentle, approving tug. “Look at you, Auntie. You really are a perfect little puppy.”

She whimpered, all shivery and flustered, and tucked her hands under her chin, fingers curled. “Arf! Arf!” Her voice shook a little, breathy and embarrassed, but she didn’t look away. She just stared up at me, melting, like she would do literally anything for whatever scraps of praise I threw her way.

I was so fucking hard.

I popped the button on my jeans, and her eyes followed every movement of my hands with desperate, puppyish hunger. She was panting, tongue peeking out between her lips, hands clenched into fists against her trembling thighs.

I dragged my zipper down. I could see her staring, so hungry and excited that she was almost vibrating. I didn’t even have to say it; she reached up, eager as anything, and fished my cock out with both hands.

My cock sprang free, throbbing and angry. It slapped right against her soft cheek with a wet little smear, leaving a streak of precum on her flushed skin.

Charlotte squeaked, actually startled by how hard I was. “Oh, my god!” she gasped, giggling and shuddering, eyes huge and shining as she stared at my dick. “Jamie, you’re… you’re enormous…”

She stroked it with both hands, gentle and clumsy, like she was worried she’d break it. “It’s so… hot, and heavy, and…” Her voice dropped to a whisper, so shy I could barely hear her. “I’ve never seen one so big, Jamie… and it’s for me? All for me…?”

Hearing her say that made my cock twitch, slapping against her cheek again. She flinched, then giggled, unable to hide her delight.

Her fingers curled around my shaft, barely able to get a proper grip with both hands. She gave it a gentle squeeze, testing the thickness, and then leaned in, burying her nose against the head of my cock and giving it a long, slow sniff.

Charlotte’s eyes rolled back a little and she shivered. “Mmm… it smells so… strong. I like it, Jamie. I really do… it’s making me all tingly…” She blushed so hard her neck went pink, but she didn’t stop. She nuzzled her nose against my cock, leaving little smudges of precum on her cheek and lips.

Then she gave it a tentative lick. Just the very tip of her tongue, barely brushing the slit. “Mmm…!” she squeaked out, startled by the taste, but then she licked again, a little longer, a little slower this time. “I’ve always wanted to try this… I mean, I’ve watched videos, but I’m not sure I’m any good at it…”

My hand tightened on her leash. “Don’t worry about that,” I growled, voice thick with lust. “I’m going to train my little puppy. Even if it takes all night.”

That made her light up. She barked again, loud and excited, wriggling her ass in the air like she was wagging a tail. “Arf! Arf arf!” She was so happy, so eager, like she’d just been given permission to be the filthiest version of herself.

I let the leash go slack, then jerked it hard, pulling her close so my cock pressed right up against her lips.

“Open up, Auntie. I want you to suck my cock. Show me how good a puppy you can be…”

She moaned, voice muffled, and then opened wide.

Her mouth was hot and wet and clumsy at first, but god, she was trying so hard, lips stretching around my girth, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, puppy ears flopping with every desperate little motion. The bell on her collar jingled and chimed, in perfect rhythm with the gentle “mmm, mmm!” noises she made as she sucked, drooling and sputtering against my shaft.

I held the leash tight, feeding her my cock inch by inch, loving the way her tongue danced over the tip, slurping up every drop of precum I gave her.

She looked up at me, desperate for approval. “Mmmm! Am I doing okay? Am I… am I a good puppy, Jamie…?”

“You’re perfect,” I groaned, letting her see every ounce of my pride, my lust, my endless fucking hunger for her. “God, you look so cute with my cock in your mouth, Auntie… just like a real puppy, all eager and drooly and needy for her master…”

She whined, so happy to hear it, and doubled her efforts. She sucked harder, tongue lapping at the underside, drool starting to bubble from the corners of her lips. There was no technique, just enthusiasm—a desperate, shameless hunger to please me.

The sight of her like that… holy fuck.

I gave her leash another tug, just to watch her eyes go wide and her tits bounce in her blouse.

“Take it deeper, Auntie… fuck… God, your mouth feels like heaven… I can’t get enough of it…”

Auntie giggled. She nuzzled my cock, soft and hungry, the bell on her collar jingling as her nose pressed close against the base. Every little whimper, every eager lap of her tongue sent a jolt straight through my spine.

There wasn’t a trace of hesitation… just pure, unfiltered need. Her puppy ears flopped as she rubbed her cheek up and down my length, smearing precum over her skin and giggling, absolutely delighted.

“Good girl,” I crooned, giving the leash a gentle tug. “You’re such a good puppy for me, Auntie… look at you, so eager, so pretty on your knees with your puppy ears and collar… You were made for this, weren’t you?”

Her whole body shivered at the praise. She let out a desperate, helpless “mmmmm!” against my cock, lips smacking, tongue darting out to taste every inch.

She loved it. She needed it. You could see it in how her eyes went all soft and happy, her cheeks red hot, breath coming out in quick, needy pants.

She licked up and down the underside of my shaft, slow at first, then faster, like she was chasing every drop. She lapped around my tip, giggling as she tasted my precum, and looked up at me with those wide, puppy-dog eyes, begging for approval. Her hands trembled as she gripped my thighs, squeezing, pulling herself closer until her nose was buried at the base. The soft puff of her breath across my balls made me twitch, aching for more.

Her lips wrapped around me again, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head. The bell on her collar chimed in time with every eager suck. She was a little sloppy, drooling and moaning, but fuck… it made her even cuter.

“Look at you go, Auntie,” I groaned, watching the way her head moved, those floppy puppy ears bouncing with every motion. “Such a good girl… such a perfect little puppy, taking my cock so deep in your mouth… You’re doing so good for me. So, so good. I want you to keep going, just like that…”

She whimpered, so happy she could barely stand it. She wagged her ass in the air, thighs squeezing together as she swallowed around my length.

Then she did something that broke my brain completely.

She pulled her mouth off me with a wet little POP, tongue trailing a string of spit… and then she dove underneath, nuzzling my balls with her nose. She gave them a soft, playful lick, then dragged her tongue all the way from the base of my cock up to the tip.

She looked up at me, grinning, cheeks flushed, eyes all crossed and goofy with pleasure and embarrassment.

“Naughty puppies lick their master’s balls, don’t they?” she giggled, licking them again, her tongue warm and wet, leaving me throbbing and completely helpless.

I almost lost it. The way she looked at me from between my legs… full-on puppy brain, tongue hanging out, eyes huge and eager for praise…

“Fuck, Auntie… you’re incredible…” I could barely get the words out. “You’re the best puppy I could ever ask for… so devoted, so eager… God, I love seeing you like this…”

She squirmed, giggling and moaning, then wrapped her lips around my cock again, taking me down even deeper this time. Her throat bulged as she tried to swallow every single inch, like she wanted to impress me more than anything in the world.

The feeling was unreal. The warmth, the pressure, the way her tongue moved… I could barely keep my balance. My knees almost buckled, and I had to brace myself on her head, fingers tangling in her messy hair right behind those floppy pink ears.

She melted at my touch. She actually nuzzled my hand as I petted her, whining and grinding her thighs together, the bell on her collar jingling like crazy as she bobbed up and down.

She wanted it so bad. She needed my approval even more than she needed air.

“Good girl, Auntie. You’re doing so, so good… taking your nephew’s cock right down your throat, like the perfect little puppy you are. Look at you. Just look…”

I yanked the leash a little, making her eyes go wide and her lips stretch tight around my shaft. She drooled, spit bubbling down her chin, but she didn’t stop for a second.

And when I said “good girl”…?

She went wild. She whimpered and barked, actually barked, the sound muffled around my cock. Her eyes rolled up and her cheeks flushed impossibly red, like she was seconds away from melting into a puddle on the carpet.

She was so desperate for more that she popped my cock out of her mouth and started licking my sack, my shaft, my tip… kissing and nuzzling, leaving wet puppy “smooches” all over. She looked up at me the whole time, tongue out, eyes wide.

“Am I a good girl, Jamie?” she mewled, voice soft and hoarse from sucking me off. “Is your puppy making you happy?”

“God, yes,” I moaned, stroking her hair, tugging her leash tighter. “You’re perfect for me, Auntie. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you kneeling at my feet, tongue out, just begging for my cum…”

She nearly lost it at that. Her whole body shivered, and she pressed her face right to my cock, smearing spit everywhere. “Mmmff… give it to me, Jamie… please, please, I want it… I want to be the best puppy ever…”

That was it. The pleasure slammed into me all at once, so hot and sharp I couldn’t even see straight. My whole body tensed, balls drawing up… I almost blacked out from how hard I throbbed.

I yanked her leash hard, pulled my cock from her mouth, and started stroking it furiously over her face.

She didn’t hesitate. Not even a second. Not with her lips parted, tongue out, drool dripping down her chin like she was absolutely desperate for my cum.

God, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

With a guttural groan, I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her close and stroking my cock right at the tip of her nose. My balls tightened, my vision went all white around the edges, and then I just… let go.

Hot, thick ropes of cum erupted from me, splattering directly across Auntie Charlotte’s pretty face.

“Ungh… f-fuck…!” I couldn’t stop myself from moaning out loud, hips jerking as my cock painted her cheeks, her forehead, her lips. She squealed with delight as the first shot splattered right between her eyes, a pearly streak landing in her messy bangs and dripping down her nose. The next shot spattered her left cheek, a huge glob smacking her skin and running down toward her jaw.

She stuck her tongue farther out, whimpering and wagging her ass in the air, and I rewarded her with a fat blast right onto her lips and tongue. The sight of her face being covered was so intense—I could see the pleasure and pride shining in her eyes. I pumped my fist around my shaft, milking every last drop, stroking myself off right on Auntie’s eager, smiling face.

The bell on her collar jingled with every throb of my cock, every shuddering moan that escaped me. My cum spurted out, messy and sticky and hot, leaving shiny streaks on her neck and her soft, flushed cheeks. I even managed to hit her on the chin, and the way it dripped toward her cleavage just about made my knees buckle.

She loved it. She was lapping at the air, catching my cum on her tongue, nose wrinkled and puppy ears flopping as she wagged her thick ass in a helpless display of neediness.

“A-ahh… look at you…” I panted, voice ragged. “Fuck, Auntie, you look incredible like this… so filthy… so beautiful…”

She blinked up at me, blue eyes wide, face absolutely drenched. “Awrf…! It’s so warm… and sticky…! Mmmm…” She giggled, making a show of squishing her cheeks together so the cum pooled right at her mouth and then dribbled over her bottom lip. “Is this… is this what it’s like to be a real puppy, Jamie? Does your puppy always get messy like this?”

I groaned, barely able to keep my balance. “You have no idea… you’re such a good girl, Auntie, taking it all for me. Look at your face. That’s perfect. Just fucking perfect…”

She giggled again, wagging her ass and licking at the little strands of cum leaking down her lips. “Arf arf! I want to make my master proud… mmm, I think I did a good job, didn’t I?”

“Yeah… you did amazing…” I was still reeling, cock twitching in my hand as I admired what I’d done to her. Every inch of her face was coated in my cum. I couldn’t get enough of the way she looked, all red-eyed and dazed, sticky and shining under the warm light. It was like a birthday cake, except the frosting was all for her.

And I wanted to remember this forever.

My hand shook as I fumbled for my phone and snapped a picture. There was no way I was letting this moment disappear into memory. The flash went off, illuminating Auntie’s cum-soaked face, her tongue wagging, her eyes half-crazy with lust and delight.

She gasped, then squeaked, “Jamie! Are you taking a picture of your own auntie while she’s covered in cum? You naughty boy…! That’s so scandalous…!”

I grinned, heart pounding. “It’s normal for owners to take pictures of their puppies, you know,” I said, voice all low and teasing. “How else am I supposed to show everyone what a cute puppy I have?”

That made her bark with laughter. She shook her head, making the bell jingle and the puppy ears wiggle. “You’re terrible…! Oh my god, Jamie, if anyone saw that picture, I’d have to move to another country!” She giggled again, wiping a glob of cum from her chin and licking it off her finger. “But I think I like being your puppy… as long as you promise to keep all the pictures just for yourself…~”

My cock pulsed hard at that. I wanted to bend her over and fuck her right there. And she was ready for me, too—the way she gazed up at me, panting and dripping, made it impossible to think straight.

I got my voice under control just enough to command, “Get on the couch, Auntie. I want you on your hands and knees so I can fuck you like a real puppy.”

To my absolute shock, she just smirked at me. “No,” she sang, voice playful and sing-song. “Mmm mmm. Noooo thank you, Jamie!”

I blinked, thrown for a loop. “Auntie…?”

She just stuck her tongue out at me, cum still clinging to her lips, and wagged her ass back and forth like a challenge. “Nope! Puppies don’t just do whatever you say, you know. Sometimes they want to play! Sometimes they want to be naughty!” She giggled, then flopped onto her butt and crossed her arms, giving me a big, bratty pout. “You’ll have to work for it, mister!”

I pulled the leash taut, giving it a sharp tug that made her yelp and sit up straight. “Auntie. Get. On. The. Couch.”

She shook her head, grinning even wider. “Nuh-uh! No! I don’t wanna!” She wiggled her ass again, puppy ears flopping, then picked up a throw pillow and hugged it to her chest. “You’ll have to drag me, Jamie! Or better yet… maybe you need to SPANK your puppy until she’s ready to behave… arf arf!”

She was being such a brat now. I felt my cock get even harder, if that was even possible.

I stalked toward her, leash in hand, and the bratty little smirk on Charlotte’s face only made me want to devour her more.

She tried to scramble away, puppy ears flopping, cum still dripping from her chin. “No!” she squealed, hugging that pillow tight. “Nuh-uh, Jamie, you’ll have to catch me first…!”

She was fast for a woman her size—but not that fast. I pounced, grabbing her by the collar and hauling her upright. The bell jingled madly, her hands pawing at my arm, but she was giggling, absolutely delighted by her own naughtiness.

“Bad puppies get punished, Auntie,” I growled into her ear, and then I tugged her to the couch with one easy jerk of the leash.

She yelped and flopped forward, her skirt flipping up over her hips as she landed on the cushions. Her big, pale thighs trembled; her ass looked massive and perfect, outlined in powder blue. She whined, kicking her feet as I pinned her in place.

“Jamie, don’t you dare…!” she giggled, even though she was already melting.

I wasn’t going to give her the chance to “dare” me. I set my jaw and got to work, flipping up her skirt all the way. “Hands on the backrest, puppy,” I snapped. “Arch your back and keep your tail in the air.”

She obeyed instantly, so eager for direction she was already panting. Her skirt bunched at her waist, exposing the most scandalous pair of pink panties I’d ever seen. They were a size too small, the fabric wedged tight in her ass crack, showing off every inch of her cheeks. I couldn’t help but groan at the sight.

And she knew it, too; she wiggled her hips, making her fat ass bounce for me, tails of her blouse rucked up high. “What’s the matter, Jamie?” she teased, looking over her shoulder, still flushed and cum-sticky. “Is my butt too big for you? Maybe you can’t handle a real woman’s ass, hmm?”

That did it. I hooked my fingers in her waistband and dragged her panties down in one smooth motion. She squealed, the bell on her collar chiming, as her underwear stretched over her thick thighs and then slid to her ankles. Now her ass was bare and gleaming, so soft and round that my cock started throbbing all over again. Fuck, she was perfect.

“Arf!” she barked, wagging her ass for me, thick and dimpled and begging to be touched.

I slapped her right cheek, hard.

SMACK!

Her whole body jolted, and she let out a startled yip. Her ass wobbled, turning pink almost instantly.

“Naughty puppy,” I crooned, spanking her again, then again, alternating cheeks so she never knew where the next one would land. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To get punished and spanked, like a brat…”

She whimpered, thrusting her ass higher. “Yes! Yes, Jamie, please… harder… spank your bad Auntie Charlotte… I deserve it…!”

Her voice was so lewd. The way she begged for it, whimpering and barking, drove me fucking wild.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I kept going, building a steady rhythm. Every strike made her ass jiggle and bloom brighter pink, and she moaned, nuzzling the couch cushions with her cheek. “Ahh! Oww! Jamie, you’re so mean… y-you’re supposed to love your auntie, not beat her up! Hah…!”

But she didn’t sound upset. Not for a second. She was melting for me, every yip and yowl just another plea for more.

“Bark for me, puppy,” I ordered, letting my palm linger on her stinging cheek. “Let me hear how much you love it.”

“Arf! Arf, arf!” she yelped, writhing her ass for me. Her thighs quivered, slickness already dripping from her pussy. “Oh my god… Jamie… more… please, more, I—I want to be good, I want to be your puppy forever, just… keep spanking me, don’t stop…!”

She was a mess. I spanked her again, and again, and every sound was music to my ears.

The couch creaked beneath us, her thick body trembling with need. The puppy ears on her head drooped, her face mashed into the pillows, but her ass was up and begging for more.

I grabbed her by the collar, pulling her head up so she had to look at herself in the mirror across the den. “Look at you, Auntie,” I hissed. “Look how filthy you are, bent over like a dog and begging for your nephew to spank you…”

She whimpered, seeing her own reflection—the pink collar, the droopy puppy ears, the drool and cum on her chin, and her own fat ass, splotched red and quivering.

“Jamie, I’m so… so embarrassed, but… but I love it, I love it so much…! I’m your bad puppy, your filthy Auntie Charlotte, and I want to be like this forever, I want you to own me…!” Her words tumbled over themselves, like she couldn’t get them out fast enough.

I tugged her leash, pulling her head back until she gasped. “Good girl,” I said, voice thick. “You’re such a good girl for me, Auntie. The best puppy ever. And you know what good puppies get, don’t you?”

She whimpered, voice going high and desperate. “Cock… please, Jamie, please fuck me… I want to feel you inside, I want you to ruin me… please, Jamie, I can’t wait anymore, I need it so bad…”

Her ass wagged for me, thick and needy. I couldn’t stand it anymore either, my cock stiff and angry and leaking, and I dragged it over her red-hot cheeks.

She shuddered, moaning, her hands gripping the couch so hard her knuckles turned white. “Please, Jamie… I’ve wanted this for years, I always thought about it… but I never thought I’d actually get to be your puppy, Jamie… I never thought you’d want me, not like this, not… ngh, not like this…!”

The way she said it… I could feel myself throbbing with raw, desperate need, cock pressed right between the cheeks of her bright red ass. She waggled her hips for me, whining, “Please, Jamie. Please. I want it so bad—I want all of you, I want you to fuck me like a dog, I want you to show me I’m yours…!”

That was the last straw for me.

I lined myself up, tip sliding over the slick, hot lips of her cunt. She was soaked, absolutely dripping, her thighs trembling with anticipation. I spat right into my palm and stroked my cock, just to make sure it glided in easy. Then I pressed forward and slid the head inside her.

She screamed. Not a little whimper, not a girlish moan—a full-bodied, rafter-shaking howl of pure, animal pleasure. I gripped her hips and bottomed out in one hard thrust, burying every aching inch inside my auntie’s greedy pussy.

“Ohhh, f-fuck!” Auntie Charlotte howled, her face mashed into a pillow. “You’re so big, Jamie! Oh my god, you’re splitting me open… it’s so good, it’s so GOOD, I’ve never… ngh, I’ve never felt anything like it…!”

I couldn’t help myself. I started pounding her right away, hips slapping against her fat, quivering ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The bell on her collar jingled frantically with every thrust, and her braced hands threatened to tear the couch cushions apart. Her moans and barks echoed through the whole den, probably shaking the windows upstairs.

She barked for me, just as I wanted. “Arf! Arf, arf!” she yelped, pure submission in every sound. “Harder, Jamie! Spank me more, please, I want to be your good girl, I want to be your puppy forever!”

I bent over her back, gripping her collar and yanking her head up so she could see herself in that gleaming mirror on the far wall.

“Look at yourself, Auntie,” I growled in her ear. “Look at what you’ve become. My puppy. My bitch. Bent over and taking her nephew’s cock like she was born for this…”

She sobbed, actually sobbed with pleasure, eyes wide and wild as she watched her own reflection. “I… I never thought it would be this good… I always thought I’d just have to dream about it, Jamie, mmmf, dream about you fucking me, dream about being your bad little puppy and getting used and spanked and filled up… ohh, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m so happy, Jamie, I’m so HAPPY…!”

I let go of her collar and palmed her ass, squeezing hard before rearing back and spanking her again.

SMACK! The sound was obscene, echoing over the wet, slapping squelch of our bodies coming together. She jerked under me, ass wobbling, pussy squeezing my cock so tight I could barely move.

“Yeah, you’re happy, aren’t you, Auntie? You waited years for this?” My voice was hoarse and raw with lust. “I’m going to make up for all that lost time. I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk straight, I’m gonna breed you like the filthy bitch you are, I’m gonna make you bark and cry and beg for my cum until you forget your own name…!”

She wailed, head thrown back, hair a wild mess under the floppy pink ears. “YES! Please, Jamie, please, I want it so much, I want all of it, I want your cum, I want you to ruin me, I want you to own me forever, I want you to spank your bad puppy and make her yours!”

I slammed into her with everything I had, using her thick ass like a handle, cock pistoning in and out of her squelching, greedy hole. She barked for me every time I landed a blow on her ass. Her thighs quivered, her whole body shook, every jolt making her tits bounce and smear more of my cum down her chin.

Her moans were getting louder, wilder. She was barking, yipping, screaming for me, not a trace of shame left in her voice.

“Arf! Arf! Yes, Jamie, yes! Fuck me! Fuck your puppy, fuck your Auntie Charlotte, show me how much you want me, fill me up, fill me up, please, I need it, I need you! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I never want this to stop, I never want to stop being yours, please, Jamie, please…!”

I spanked her again, right across the red marks I’d already left.

SMACK! She howled, shaking so hard the couch actually skidded a few inches across the rug.

“You’re such a brat, Auntie. You like it when I spank you, don’t you?” I was barely holding back my own orgasm now. My balls slapped against her soaked pussy with every thrust, and the smell of her—the orange-vanilla perfume, the sweat, the musky, filthy scent of sex and submission—it was making me feral.

“YES! I’m a brat! I’m a bad puppy! I want you to punish me, Jamie! Spank me! Spank me harder! Make me a good girl, make me your GOOD GIRL…!”

She was babbling now, words tumbling out of her in a wild rush.

“Ahh, f-fuck, fuck, Jamie, I can’t believe you’re really fucking your own auntie, I can’t believe how good it feels, I can’t believe we waited so long, why did we wait so LONG, I want you to fuck me every night, I want to wear your collar at the dinner table, and eat out of a bowl at your feet, and never take these puppy ears off, ever again, and I want everyone to know I’m your bad girl, your perfect little puppy, your filthy Auntie Charlotte, and you can make me bark and cum and beg for you whenever you want, just please, Jamie, please, don’t ever stop…!”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, she was saying all of it, every last dirty little fantasy tumbling out of her mouth in a frantic, adorable rush, and all I wanted to do was breed her. Like she’d said. Like she wanted. My fat cock slammed into her greedy, dripping pussy again and again and again, her ass jiggling, her thighs quaking with every stinging smack of my palm against her cheeks.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! SMACK! SMACK!

Her moans and barks filled the den, echoing off the old wood and carpet, spilling up the stairs and into every empty room of the house.

God, it was a good thing nobody else was home. There was no way we could keep quiet, not like this. Not with how she was howling for me, calling out my name, yipping and yowling and moaning like a woman possessed.

“Awwwooo! Ahhhnn! Jamie, yes, f-fuck, fuck me, fuck your puppy, fuck your bad Auntie Charlotte, make me yours, fill me up, fill me up, I want to feel you cum in me, I want to feel it dripping out, fuck, I want to be your cumslut, your puppy bitch, your everything, please, please, Jamie, please!”

She was delirious on it. Cock-drunk, cum-drunk, puppy-brained and desperate for more. I bent over her back and buried my face in her hair, breathing in the wild scent of her sweat and perfume and pure, filthy sex.

She looked so perfect bent over the couch, skirt shoved up around her waist and blouse half-ripped, pink collar squeezed tight around her neck, leash dangling from my fist. Her puppy ears flopped forward, droopy and adorable, and her fat ass was so blotchy and red I could see the marks of my hands in the pale skin.

But what really made me lose my mind was her voice. She couldn’t stop talking. Couldn’t stop whimpering, couldn’t stop begging, couldn’t stop barking for me, like she wanted to fill the whole house with the sound of her own submission.

“Arf! Arf, arf! Good puppy, good puppy, Jamie’s good puppy, ngh, Jamie’s fucking me, Jamie’s breeding me, you’re gonna make me cum, you’re gonna make me cum so hard, I can’t hold it, I can’t, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum all over your cock…!”

Her pussy clamped down hard around my cock, squeezing and milking me, making me throb so hard it hurt.

I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, and I didn’t want to. Fuck, she was everything I wanted. Everything I’d been dreaming about for years.

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her from behind, putting my weight on her back, pinning her to the couch, rutting and grinding and pounding her pussy with desperate, frantic thrusts.

Our bodies slammed together so hard the couch scooted across the carpet, her tits mashed to the cushions beneath her. The bell on her collar jingled, her puppy ears flopped, and her ass waggled with every movement.

I bit her neck, grunting with pleasure, kissing and nipping and moaning against her skin while my cock pistoned in and out of her greedy, soaking wet cunt.

She wailed, bucking back against me. “Yes, yes, yes, Jamie, that’s it, oh god, I love it, I love you, I love being your puppy, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…!”

Her whole body convulsed. Her pussy went wild, squeezing and fluttering around my dick, and she let out a long, high, howling moan that made my ears ring.

I slammed in one last time, bottoming out deep inside her, my cock buried to the hilt in her twitching, spasming pussy.

The orgasm hit me like a punch to the chest. My vision went white, my head spun, and my balls emptied in a rush, thick hot ropes of cum blasting straight into my auntie’s hungry cunt.

“Ughh! Fuck! F-fuck, Auntie, take it, take every drop, take my cum, you’re such a good puppy, god I can’t stop…!”

I rutted against her, holding her tight to my body, still pumping her full, still groaning and whimpering with every jet of cum that I shot inside her.

She shuddered beneath me, face buried in the pillow, back arched, ass high, legs spread as wide as they could go. The couch was a mess, both of us were a mess, sticky and sweaty and drenched in the smell of sex. There was no hiding what we’d just done. There was no pretending we were anything other than what we were now.

Her puppy ears drooped to the sides, and she let out this silly, adorable little “awoo…!” of exhaustion, collapsing onto her belly with her hips still in the air.

My cock slipped out of her, still twitching, leaving a sticky trail of cum and pussy juice down her trembling thighs.

“Jamie… oh ho ho, ohh… Jamie, you have to be careful with your old auntie,” she squealed, flustered and giddy and totally spent. “My knees aren’t what they used to be! You’re gonna break me in half if you keep going like that…!”

She giggled, face buried in the throw pillows, legs shaking as she tried to catch her breath. “You’re so strong…! I didn’t know college boys had that much energy…!”

I flopped down next to her, so out of breath I could barely speak.

She rolled onto her side and nuzzled me, still blushing, the bell on her collar chiming with every movement. “God, I feel like I was hit by a truck, Jamie… my ass is burning, my thighs are shaking, and I still want more… is that bad? Am I a total pervert now?”

I hugged her, squeezing her tight, burying my face against her shoulder. “No, Auntie… you’re perfect… you’re perfect for me…”

She giggled again, even more embarrassed, and licked my cheek. “Arf! Arf! Don’t stop… I want to play all night…!”

We didn’t stop.

Not for a second.

We kept going until neither of us could see straight, until we’d kissed and touched and whispered every single filthy secret we’d ever had.

I started out slow, rubbing her back, stroking her hair, letting her rest. But the second I started kissing her neck, biting her earlobe, she rolled right back over and climbed onto my lap, pinning me to the couch and grinding her fat ass right up against my cock.

“You’re not getting away that easy,” she teased, voice low and sultry and so, so needy. “Good puppies always bounce back. I want to ride you, Jamie. Let me ride your cock, please…!”

I was still half-hard, but the second she pressed her hips down and started wiggling, my dick sprang right back to life.

She straddled me, hands braced on my shoulders, tits spilling out of her ruined blouse, puppy ears flopping adorably.

She pressed my cock to her slick cunt and sank down, inch by inch, her whole body shuddering as I stretched her open again.

She didn’t go slow. She slammed herself down to the hilt, mashing her hips to mine, moaning and giggling and barking as she bounced up and down on my cock.

“Arf! Arf arf!” she yipped, cheeks burning, hair tumbling free of her messy bun. “Oh god, Jamie, it feels even better when I’m on top…! You’re so deep… so hot… ngh, you’re gonna spoil me, you know that?”

She rode me hard, grinding her ass into my lap, tits bouncing right in my face.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her down even harder, loving the way her thighs quaked and her pussy gripped me tight.

“Yeah, you like that, Auntie? You like being fucked by your nephew, don’t you?” I was getting cocky now, loving the way she melted for me.

She whimpered, bracing her hands on my chest, burying her face in my neck. “Yes, Jamie, yes, I love it, I love it so much, please, fuck me, breed me, fill me up again, I need it, I need you…!”

She bounced on my lap like she was in heat, wild and frantic and totally helpless.

Her voice was everything.

“Arf! Arf arf! Jamie, I’m your puppy, your good girl, your bratty little slut, your filthy Auntie Charlotte, and you can do whatever you want to me, anything, just don’t stop, don’t stop, please, please, please…!”

I grabbed her ass, squeezing hard, spanking her right cheek just for the sound of it.

SMACK!

She yelped, hips jerking, pussy clenching even tighter.

I held her there, grinding our bodies together, her tits smushed against my chest, her hands clawing at my shoulders.

We kissed, messy and desperate, tongues tangling, drool leaking down our chins.

She moaned into my mouth, voice all high and shaky, so lost in it that she could barely speak.

I fucked her slow and deep, bottoming out with every thrust, filling her pussy over and over until she was gasping, sobbing, begging for my cum.

“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie…! I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum, please, please, cum with me, cum in me again, please…!”

She beat me to it. Her whole body tensed, pussy spasming around my cock, as she wailed and barked and thrashed in my lap.

I slammed up into her, burying myself as deep as I could, and exploded inside her, flooding her pussy with another hot load.

She collapsed against me, shaking, licking and nuzzling and giggling like a total fiend.

“Good boy,” she crooned, so smug and giddy, “good boy, Jamie, my perfect boy, giving your puppy so much cum, so much love, I’m gonna get addicted to this, you know…”

I kissed her, hard. “I hope you do…”

We fucked all night.

We changed positions so many times I lost count.

She wanted to spoon on the couch, so I curled up behind her, hands on her tits, cock buried in her pussy, hips rocking slow and lazy while I whispered all the things I wanted to do to her.

She wanted to make out, so we did, kissing and groping and grinding until we were breathless, her fat tits pressed to my chest, her thighs wrapped around my waist, my cock throbbing between her legs.

She wanted to be spanked, so I bent her over the armrest and paddled her ass until she was bright pink and squealing, then knelt down and licked her sore cheeks, eating her out while she giggled and barked and begged for more.

She wanted to feel the leash, so I clipped it to her collar and tugged her around the den, making her crawl and wag her ass and bark for me, her face red but her smile wide and filthy.

She wanted everything.

She wanted me.

But her body had its limits.

After a while, she whimpered and flopped onto her back, covering her face with her hands, puppy ears askew.

“Oh god, Jamie, I’m so achy…! My hips, my back, my thighs… my body isn’t used to all this, I can barely move…!”

She said it in this pitiful, adorable little voice, totally helpless and eager to please, but so clearly sore from all the action.

I kissed her, stroked her hair, and promised to take care of her.

She beamed, so proud and happy that her puppy could be pampered.

I stroked her hair, still breathing hard, my hand trembling a little as it wove through those wild, golden strands. “Does my puppy want aftercare?” I asked, my voice soft and low now, gentler than it had been all night.

Charlotte just melted into me, the bell on her collar chiming as she nuzzled my chest. “Mmm… puppy needs aftercare…” she crooned, voice so dreamy and reverent I thought my heart might burst. Her face was still red, eyes glistening, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

God, she was so fucking adorable like this.

I kissed her cheek, slow and sweet, exactly the way she used to do it to me—all those times when she fussed over me as a kid, ruffled my hair, told everyone how I was her “good boy.” I could feel her shiver at the affection, her body going soft and heavy against mine.

I tugged her leash, gentle but firm, guiding her to her feet. She whimpered, shifting her weight, a little clumsy on her knees; I could tell her legs were jellied from all the fucking. She tried to get up anyway, puppy-ears lopsided on her head, tail of her skirt hiked up over her round, wobbling ass.

She giggled helplessly as I helped her up. “Careful, Jamie… your poor Auntie’s hips are all wobbly…” She winced a little and grabbed my shoulder for support, leaning all her weight into me. “Hah… think you broke me, sweet boy!”

I grinned, blushing with pride, and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “You’re strong, Auntie,” I teased. “You can handle it. C’mon… bed time for puppies.” I patted her on the butt—the softest little tap compared to what I’d just done to her—and she barked out a giggle, covering her mouth in delight.

The way she limped after me up the stairs… holy shit. She looked so blissed out, skirt still bunched around her middle, pink panties dangling off one ankle. Every step made her wobble and whimper, and she leaned heavy into my side, letting me haul her along like she’d forgotten how to walk.

“Upstairs…?” she mumbled, so gentle, so sleepy. “Are you… are you taking me to my room, Jamie?”

“Yep,” I said, tugging her leash just a little. “You’re getting the full aftercare experience, promise.” I tried to keep my voice soft, warm, easy, the way she always had with me.

She giggled again, squeezing my arm for balance. “Ohh, you really are spoiling me…” Her voice was thick and happy, and she kept glancing up at me like she couldn’t believe her luck.

We made it to her room—the same big, cozy space I remembered from sleepovers and holidays, that huge queen bed with a mountain of pillows and the faded floral comforter that always smelled like her. I helped her up onto the edge, and she flopped down with a sigh, the mattress creaking under her weight.

Then she turned, gazing at me with these huge, shiny blue eyes, her cheeks still wet from happy tears and her face absolutely glowing.

“Jamie…?” She blinked, all soft and uncertain. “Are you… are you really gonna take care of your puppy, right to the end?”

“Yeah, Auntie,” I whispered, all gentle. “You were such a good girl for me. You deserve it.”

She let out this little breathless sigh, like I’d given her a present. “Thank you…” she whispered, voice a shaky whisper. “Mmm… thank you, Jamie…”

I couldn’t stop myself—I kissed her again, right on the tip of her nose. She squeaked and wiggled, tail of her skirt still up, those puppy ears flopped sideways.

God, I loved her.

I helped her roll forward, hands braced on the bedsheets, her fat ass up in the air. She gasped and wiggled when her skirt bunched up around her waist, but she didn’t try to hide herself, not even a little.

Her ass was a fucking masterpiece. Red and raw from all the spanking, streaked with my handprints, and glistening with leftover sweat and pussy juice. She looked so proud of it, even as she whimpered and bit her lip.

I opened her bedside table and found the soothing cream she kept there (I’d seen her use it on her knees and hips a thousand times, never dreamed I’d be smearing it on her ass). I squeezed a dollop onto my palm and started rubbing it in, slow, gentle circles, taking my time to soothe every inch of pink, throbbing skin.

Charlotte whimpered, shivering as I massaged her. “Ohhh… ohhh, Jamie… that feels… mmm, that’s so nice…!” She arched her back, pushing her butt into my hands, and let out a happy, wobbly little sigh.

Her thighs trembled, still hot and swollen from all the pounding. I stroked her there too, working the cream in, feeling her melt under my touch. She kept making these soft, puppyish noises, little yips and whines every time my hands found a new sore spot.

“Good girl,” I whispered, letting the praise wash over her. “You did so good today, Auntie. You took everything I gave you… and now you get to be pampered.”

She actually teared up at that, burying her face in a pillow. “I love being your puppy, Jamie… I love it so much…”

I finished rubbing her down, making sure her whole backside was soothed and shiny. Then I helped her turn over, tucking her under the big fluffy comforter. She grabbed my arm, refusing to let go.

“Stay,” she pleaded, voice tiny. “Puppies need cuddles. Don’t leave your puppy alone…”

Like I was going anywhere.

I scooted in beside her, wrapping my arms around that thick, plush body. She wiggled right up against me, tits squishing into my chest, her hair all wild and tangled under the headband. She didn’t even bother taking off the collar; the bell chimed softly every time she nuzzled closer.

We pulled the comforter up to our chins, and I held her close, stroking her hair and her cheek and the curve of her hip. She kissed me, slow and so full of gratitude it made my chest ache.

God, she was so happy. You could see it in her face, in the way her lips trembled, her breath coming out in soft, contented sighs. She looked years younger, glowing with the kind of joy I’d never seen in her before.

It was infectious. I couldn’t stop smiling, even as I buried my face in her shoulder and let myself relax for the first time all night.

We put on a movie—not that either of us paid much attention. She kept nuzzling and pawing at me, her hand curled in my shirt, her body heavy and sleepy against mine.

About halfway through the opening credits, she started to sniffle. It wasn’t sad; it was… something else. Overwhelmed. Joyful. She pressed her face into my neck and whispered, “Thank you, Jamie… thank you for making me happy…”

I kissed her forehead, the puppy ears still perched there, all askew. “You make me happy too, Auntie,” I told her, and I meant it.

She shuddered, then giggled, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “I feel like the luckiest woman in the whole world…”

She snuggled in tighter, fat ass pressing back against my lap. “Your puppy never wants to let you go, Jamie… never, ever, ever…”

I just hugged her, squeezing until she squeaked.

The rest of the night was a blur of cuddles and kisses. She dozed against my chest, every now and then waking up just enough to nuzzle my neck or murmur something silly and sweet. Sometimes she’d lick my cheek, like she’d forgotten she wasn’t really a puppy, and then giggle herself silly when she realized what she’d done.

At one point she rolled over, staring me in the eyes, her face all soft and dreamy.

“I’ve never been this happy,” she whispered. “Not in my whole life, Jamie. Not ever.”

I stroked her cheek, thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “Me neither, Auntie. I used to dream about this. All the time.”

She grinned, braver now, and kissed the tip of my nose. “Mmm… you’ll have to tell your puppy all your dreams. Every filthy little one. Okay?”

I felt my cock twitch, but I just laughed and kissed her back. “Only if you keep being a good girl for me.”

She barked, quiet and goofy. “Arf… arf arf! Promise, Jamie. Always. Forever…”

We snuggled through the whole movie, barely watching it. Her hands wandered over my body, sometimes squeezing, sometimes just holding on, like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go.

When the credits rolled, she yawned, face scrunching up adorably. “Mmm… sleepy…” She blinked at me, puppy eyes wide. “Will you tuck me in?”

I rolled her onto her back, tucked the comforter all around her, and gave her one last long, sweet kiss. Her lips tasted like spit and sweat and a hint of vanilla from her perfume.

She whimpered with pleasure, arms winding around my neck.

“Good night, puppy,” I whispered, nuzzling her ear. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

She giggled, all sleepy and blissed out. “Night, Jamie… love you…”

I held her until her breathing slowed and she drifted off, eyelashes fluttering against her cheek, a little smile on her cum-smeared lips.

I watched her for a while, amazed at how content and beautiful she looked, even with the puppy ears still flopped over her forehead and the red marks from all my spankings blooming on her big, soft ass.

I kissed her one more time, just because I could. Then I let myself relax, basking in the warmth of her body and the glow of knowing I’d made her happy.

We slept tangled together, arms and legs all mixed up, her hands never letting go of me for a second. She snored softly, the bell on her collar tinkling every time she shifted position.

Nothing had ever felt so perfect.

I woke up before her, sunlight slanting in through the curtains. Charlotte was still pressed up against me, snoring into my shoulder, drooling a little on the pillow.

She looked even cuter in the daylight. Her hair was a mess, puppy ears lopsided, collar still tight around her neck. She’d kicked the covers down and her big, red, well-spanked ass was peeking out from under the comforter.

I stroked her back until she started to stir, then kissed her cheek the way she always used to do for me.

She rolled over, blinking sleepily, and then grinned so wide I thought her face might split open.

“Morning, Jamie…” she whispered, voice all dreamy and hoarse. “Did we really do all that last night…?”

I nodded, smirking. “You were amazing, Auntie.”

She giggled, cheeks pink, and tugged me in for a cuddle. “Still your puppy…?”

“Forever,” I promised her.

She stretched out luxuriously, tits bouncing under her nightshirt, and then rolled over so her butt was in my lap. “Will you rub my hips again?” she mumbled, looking so hopeful I couldn’t say no.

I massaged her lower back and thighs, working the soothing cream into her sore muscles. She whimpered with pleasure, tail wagging, then flopped back onto her side to gaze at me.

Her eyes practically glowed. “I’m so happy…” she whispered, tears leaking down her cheeks again, but this time all she did was smile.

We stayed in bed all morning, playing and kissing and cuddling. She told me every fantasy she’d ever had, and I promised to make every single one come true.