My stepmom sent me to live with her best friend, Aunt Michelle, whose place was much closer to my university. What I never expected was that every time my grades improved, Aunt Michelle would give me a special reward. Driven by the desire to get into an overseas grad program, and by the unique allure of a mature woman, I'd never studied so hard in my life. What I also didn't expect was that this temporary stay would unveil a deep secret… 1 Knock, knock, knock! My stepmom tapped softly on the front door. A moment later, it slowly swung open, and a languid, mature figure drifted into my sight, immediately capturing my full attention. Her dark hair was loosely coiled at the back of her head, held by a simple white claw clip. She wore a silky, long-sleeved robe over a thin slip dress, and a pair of plush white slippers on her feet. Her exquisite face held a hint of sleepiness, as if she'd just woken up. This was Aunt Michelle, my stepmom Sarah’s best friend, a devoted bachelorette. I’d only met her a handful of times, but she'd left an undeniable impression. Her mature charm and voluptuous figure were simply too captivating. "Say hello to Aunt Michelle!" My stepmom nudged me with her elbow, pulling me from my daze of staring. I snapped back, my face flushing, and dutifully managed, "Hi, Aunt Michelle." What excited me even more was the fact that for the next three months, I'd be staying at her place, and she lived alone. This was Stepmom Sarah’s plan. Our house was in a suburban estate, quite a distance from my university, and commuting wasted too much time. Aunt Michelle’s house, on the other hand, was right next to campus, and since she lived alone, Stepmom Sarah had arranged for me to stay there until my college admissions were finalized. Aunt Michelle offered a gentle smile. "Come in, come in..." She ushered Stepmom Sarah and me inside. In the living room, Stepmom Sarah squeezed Aunt Michelle's hand. "Ethan's going to be a handful for you," she sighed. Aunt Michelle waved a dismissive hand. "He's practically family, don't be silly!" After some pleasantries, Stepmom Sarah pulled Aunt Michelle out for a shopping trip. Watching Aunt Michelle change into a pristine white sundress, I was completely mesmerized. For a young guy like me, she possessed a fatal allure. Once they left, I was alone in the house and immediately felt a little bored. I turned on the TV for background noise and started wandering around the apartment. 2 Aunt Michelle lived in a cozy three-bedroom apartment. The master was hers, the second bedroom was given to me, and the smallest bedroom remained locked. Aunt Michelle had completely bypassed it when she showed me around. It seemed like it held some kind of secret. That made me quite curious. But without a key, I couldn’t get in, so I had to forcefully suppress my curiosity. I'd have to wait and see if an opportunity to investigate would arise later. Next, I set my sights on the master bedroom, very eager to see what Aunt Michelle’s room looked like. Unfortunately, the door was locked. A pang of disappointment went through me. But thinking about it, it was perfectly normal. After all, a guy had suddenly moved into her home; she had every right to keep her private space secure. After that, I grabbed a soda and settled into the sofa to watch TV. When I got up to use the restroom, I saw a piece of delicate lingerie on the vanity. My heart instantly started racing. And I... I picked it up. That evening, Aunt Michelle returned alone, handing me a takeout container. "Your stepmom went straight home," she told me. "She told me to tell you to hit the books hard, or she’d make sure you regret it!" I nodded frantically, though I suspected that last part was all Aunt Michelle. Watching her graceful movements, I felt a little uneasy, knowing I’d done something pretty embarrassing. After speaking, Aunt Michelle went into her room and stayed there for a long time. About half an hour later, she emerged carrying a pile of clothes and vanished into the bathroom. Through the frosted glass door, I could make out a silhouette, like a tantalizing shadow play. The food in my mouth lost all its taste. The alluring scene before me sent my imagination wild, and I even fantasized about pulling open the door for a closer look. Alas, I was tempted, but nowhere near brave enough. After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door slowly opened, and Aunt Michelle stepped out. Water dripped steadily from her hair, and her towel seemed incredibly thin. I suddenly felt a flush of heat and quickly gulped down a glass of cold water. 3 Aunt Michelle, drying her hair, looked at me and chuckled. "Got a lot of energy, do we?" My face instantly turned crimson. Aunt Michelle just smiled softly. "What's there to be shy about? It's perfectly understandable at your age." I had the desire, but not the courage, and could only force myself to look away. I didn't notice the slight curl of Aunt Michelle's lips, a hint of a mischievous, knowing smile. Aunt Michelle walked over to me and whispered, her warm breath caressing my ear, "If you can make it into the top 20 in your class on the next exam, Auntie will give you a little reward…" The lingering fragrance intoxicated me, and Aunt Michelle's words sent a thrill through me. Her smile was like a demon's, tempting and insidious. "Exactly what you're imagining, little guy…" she purred. Then, Aunt Michelle headed towards her room. "Been shopping all day, Auntie's tired, so I'm heading to bed. You too, little guy, wash up and get some sleep!" "Okay, okay!" I stammered, my voice trembling slightly with excitement. … I splashed cold water on my face, but it didn’t help. My mind was still racing. I turned on my computer and accessed an exclusive, members-only adult website. Most people couldn't even get in, and [PREMIUM CONTENT] the staggering $150 a month subscription fee was way beyond the average person's budget. [/PREMIUM CONTENT] I typed "mature women" into the search bar. Hitting enter, a cascade of videos popped up. I randomly clicked on one. The woman in the video wore a fox mask, her figure full and incredibly enticing. As I watched, I couldn't shake the feeling that she looked a lot like Aunt Michelle. Unconsciously, I started to imagine the woman was Aunt Michelle. Soon enough, I breathed a sigh of relief. Afterwards, I searched the woman's stage name: Crimson Vixen. A flood of videos appeared, each description wilder than the last. Whether it was my imagination playing tricks, I increasingly felt that this woman was strikingly similar to Aunt Michelle. Although I tried to deny it, the woman in the video also somewhat resembled my stepmom… I couldn’t understand why I was getting that feeling! In the following days, I settled into my cohabitation with Aunt Michelle. It was a novel experience, but also incredibly difficult! Aunt Michelle was simply too tempting; her every move, every smile, left me completely captivated. Sometimes, Aunt Michelle and I would even have some physical contact, which was incredibly exhilarating, showing me what true 'soft jade and warm fragrance' felt like. It got to the point where every night, I had to open the website and play the Crimson Vixen videos. Gradually, I started to directly associate the performer with Aunt Michelle. … That day, the exam results were finally released. My tireless studying paid off – I’d jumped straight from somewhere in the 40s to the 20th spot! It was a monumental leap. After school, I rushed home and found Aunt Michelle lounging casually on the sofa, watching TV. I showed her my rank on my phone. Aunt Michelle glanced at it, then smiled. "So, what kind of reward do you want?" My gaze unconsciously drifted to Aunt Michelle. She nodded, and instinctively, I wanted to lunge forward. But Aunt Michelle shook her head. "Little guy, don't get too greedy." A moment later, Aunt Michelle pushed me away. "Alright, little guy, that's enough reward for this time. If you do well next time, there'll be more rewards…" With that, Aunt Michelle swayed her hips and headed back to her room. I immediately sprinted back to my room and fired up my computer. I opened the familiar website and pulled up a Crimson Vixen video. Just as I was about to close the site, a prominent headline flashed across the top: [PREMIUM CONTENT] "Crimson Vixen Finally Unmasked: An Unmissable Solo Special!" [/PREMIUM CONTENT] I eagerly clicked, but it required a separate payment. Without a moment's hesitation, I paid. The more I watched Crimson Vixen's videos, the more convinced I was that she was Aunt Michelle. And the crucial detail was that one night, when I’d gotten up to use the restroom, I’d vaguely heard sounds similar to those in the video coming from the small bedroom. 4 I was certain that was Aunt Michelle's voice. This only solidified my belief that Crimson Vixen was Aunt Michelle. The video slowly played. Crimson Vixen, draped in a sheer veil, slowly removed her mask. When I saw her true face, my jaw dropped. I froze! It wasn't Aunt Michelle. It was… it was my stepmom, Sarah. How was this possible? It utterly blew my mind; I never imagined Crimson Vixen would be someone I knew! Which meant, all this time, I’d been doing things to her image… Thinking about it, I nearly broke down. In my mind, my stepmom Sarah was always graceful and gentle. She married my dad two years after my birth mom passed away, when I was only three. She’d treated me as her own, and for my sake, she never had any more children with my dad. But why would she do this? We weren't short on money. I suddenly thought of Aunt Michelle. As Stepmom Sarah's best friend, she had to know Sarah very well. I quickly left my room and knocked on Aunt Michelle's door. It took a while, but a sleepy-eyed Aunt Michelle finally opened it. She looked like she was about to scold me, but seeing my distraught expression, she held her tongue. "What's wrong?" she asked with concern. "Do you know my stepmom really well?" I asked. Aunt Michelle nodded. I stared at her. "What kind of person do you think she is?" Aunt Michelle spoke softly. "She's a wonderful person. Gentle and caring, very considerate, and great at looking after people. To me, she’s like an older sister." "Come with me…" I pulled Aunt Michelle's hand and led her to my room. I pointed at the computer, where the video was still playing. "This can't be my stepmom, right?" A flicker of almost imperceptible panic crossed Aunt Michelle’s eyes. She said softly, "I think it's better if your stepmom tells you about this herself…" With that, she walked out of the room. A short while later, I heard her voice from the living room, making a phone call, probably directly to my stepmom, Sarah. I closed my laptop, my mind a tangled mess. About an hour later, there was a knock at the door. Aunt Michelle, who had been waiting in the living room, opened it. Stepmom Sarah came into my room, sat on the edge of my bed, and took my hand. "The person in the video isn't me," she said softly. "It's my twin sister, Jessica." "Really?" The disappointment and panic in my heart instantly dissolved by more than half. Stepmom Sarah nodded, sitting beside me. "My sister and I never had a good relationship from childhood. I followed the path: elementary, middle, high school, college, then work. Eventually, I met your dad and got married." "My sister, on the other hand, was completely different. She liked taking shortcuts and would do whatever it took to get what she wanted. I actually knew she was doing this a long time ago and tried to talk her out of it, but it was useless. She never liked me much to begin with, and my advice only fueled her rebellious streak, making her even more determined to pursue that line of work. Eventually, I just gave up trying to stop her…" "Because of it, I completely cut ties with her. Plus, our parents passed away early, so I essentially just pretended I didn't have a sister. Your dad knows about this, though; he just never told you." I wiped away my tears. "I didn't believe you would do something like that!" Stepmom Sarah stroked my head. "Don't dwell on it. Your studies are the most important thing!" I nodded heavily. She then pointed at the computer. "You should watch less of this kind of stuff from now on. It’s not good for you." I scratched my head, a little embarrassed, and just mumbled, "Okay." But in my heart, I was thinking, as long as I’m living with Aunt Michelle, it's going to be hard to quit… The next morning, as I rubbed my sleepy eyes and entered the living room, I was stunned by the sight before me. Aunt Michelle was doing yoga in a super-tight athletic outfit.
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