In the other room

The knock came on the door just at the wrong time. Aaron was pumping Cindy at the same time he was going down on Jeffrey.

“Aaron Aardvark,” he heard Aunt Wilhelmina say, “you open this door at once. Or I’ll cut off your allowance.”

What to do? His aunt couldn’t catch him again with Jeffrey and Cindy. There’d already been hell to pay the first time. But he hadn’t had ‘em in a month, and they wouldn’t go to each other’s place, so what choice did he have? He’d thought his aunt had gone to a spa treatment in Mill Valley. But no … she had to come back early and interrupt the best sex since last month. So what to do? The time machine was in the garage. He couldn’t escape without going through the house.

“Jeffrey, Cindy, in the closet –“ and they were off him like lightning. Oh, did he like being inside Cindy – but oh, was there a better feeling than Jeffrey being inside his mouth? Aaron put on a pair of loose gym shorts (hey, it hid the engorgement better than underwear) … and opened the door.

He rubbed his eyes, stretched his arms over his head, and groaned. “Auntie, you woke me up from my nap. What’s wrong?”

“I heard noise in here, just like last month,” she said, stomping into the room in her heels. High heels at four in the afternoon? “Where are they. I know they’re in here.”

She looked under the bed, she went into the bathroom, pulled back the shower curtain, and opened the closet door.

Aaron squinted, certain that tragedy loomed. He shuddered at what she’d say. But she closed the door.

“Not in here either. All right, then. Maybe I was wrong. But I’m warning you, Aaron Aardvark. Next time I catch you fornicating in my house, you’re out on your sorry orphan ass.”

She slammed the door shut. Aaron locked the door, then went over to the closet and opened the door. No, they weren’t in there – oh, wait a minute, behind the hanging shirts was a shelf. He pulled the shirts to the side, and there they were, like a pretzel, Jeffrey inside Cindy.

“Hey,” Aaron said, “get that nasty thing out of her. That’s my job.”