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That confused me a bit. "Then why did you, did we..."
She laughed and kissed my nipple. "Because I'm a dirty slut, and I wanted to fuck the brains out of my sexy nephew."
I laughed too. "You aren't a slut."
"Oh, honey, you have no idea."
I squeezed her breast again, she started fondling my penis, but before things got out of control she said, "No no no. Time for you to go."
"Please? Pretty please?"
"Nope," she said, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She stood and walked to the mirror and fluffed her hair. "You go home now, and tomorrow give Aunt Jess a present from me."
"Should I tell her that it was you who sent the note?"
She shrugged, her huge breasts lifting and falling. "Sure, but make her figure it out for herself. I like the idea of her being afraid of me."
"You shouldn't call her fat and old," I said. "That's not nice."
"OK, Santa," she said. "I'm sorry."
I got dressed, put on my beard, and accepted one last kiss from my Aunt Billie. "Um, honey," she said, barely able to contain a laugh. "You'd better wash the beard tonight."
I sighed. "My water bill is going be through the roof this year." She hugged me, let me out of the door, and I made my escape.
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