**Chapter 7**
Things got even worse when she pressed herself tightly against me. My aunt had always been a hugger, three years ago as well as now; nothing about that had changed.
Back then, I used to masturbate like crazy to thoughts of her. Her hotness stayed burned into my mind so deeply that I didn’t even need to wait out my refractory period. I’d get instantly hard.
And now that same hotness was mashing her massive chest right into mine. Even with the trouble I’d been having climaxing lately, I was dangerously close to busting one out on the spot.
I pulled myself together and said, “Good to see you too, Aunt Elise.”
“Oh, for me it’s great to see you,” she replied, still hugging me tight and refusing to let go. Before things got too dangerous for me, someone coughed from the side. “Mom, you’re not planning on doing that all summer, are you?”
I turned to see Sara. Creepiness aside, I had to admit she had become the most stunning young woman I’d ever seen. She was already amazing three years ago, but this was on another level.
She stood about 5'7" with the same natural blonde hair as her mother. Her chest was a solid C-cup, and her body was lean with just the right amount of curves in all the best places. I couldn’t see her ass from here, but I’d bet my right hand it was just as perfect.
Okay, that was creepy as hell.
“Of course not, honey. I was just happy to see my favorite nephew,” Aunt Elise said with a warm laugh. That part was true—she had always favored me far more than her brothers’ kids.
“Okay, now it’s my turn. Back off,” Sara said, stepping forward.
“Wait, what?” I barely snapped out of checking her out before she pulled me into a deep hug. I managed to keep my crotch away from her, but I hugged her back.
Creepiness aside, I had really missed her.
“I missed you so much, Sara,” I said, squeezing her tight but careful not to hurt her.
“Me too. I missed you a lot, Tyler,” she replied before adding playfully, “School sucks.”
“Of course it does,” I said as we separated. Then Mira stepped forward. “You remember me, don’t you, cuz?”
“How could I not? You’ve grown stunningly since the last time I saw you,” I told her.
If you took Sara and cloned her but gave her black hair, you’d get Mira. If she ever dyed her hair blonde, you wouldn’t be able to tell the sisters apart.
“Hey! What about me?” Sara complained.
“You naturally look amazing,” I shot back with a grin.
“And me? And me?” piped up a 5-foot-tall girl. It was Sasha, the youngest. Like Mira, she had black hair and the same glowing skin as the rest of the family.
Her chest was still modest—a B-cup at most—but I could tell she was still growing. She was only sixteen, after all.
“Of course, you’ve grown up. Last time I saw you, you were just a little girl. Now you’re turning into a young woman,” I said, flattering her gently. With her, I didn’t feel any creepiness.
Let’s face it—she was jailbait. Sure, she was legal in her state, but not to me. And honestly, I wasn’t into little girls anyway. I was barely into girls my own age.
“Thanks!” She laughed and threw herself against me before I could dodge. She plastered herself right into me, and I didn’t have time to pull back.
She felt my full boner press against her.
“Gasp!” She gasped.
Great. My summer was starting with the title "family pervert".
“You’re so hard, Tyler. How much do you work out?” she asked innocently.
“Sigh…” I let out a long breath. I nearly died at the first half of that sentence, but the second half was a huge relief.
“Yes, I felt that too,” Aunt Elise said with a knowing smile while Sara nodded in agreement.
“Yes~ Very hard,” Sasha added. I caught the little smirk on her face.
This brat.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Really? Let me see.” Mira, who hadn’t hugged me yet, stepped up and squeezed my bicep. “True. You’re very hard,” she said in amazement.
Hard, I was. But the hardness she was touching and the hardness throbbing in my pants were two wholly different things—and the one in my pants was only getting worse.
I needed to jack off soon before I did something I’d regret.
“Now, now,” Aunt Elise thankfully cut in. “Why don’t we all head home? Tyler surely needs some rest.”
What I needed was to take care of my raging boner, but I gladly agreed.
We left the airport. On the drive, we made light conversation about school, girlfriends, and life in general. Sara was in a relationship, Mira wasn’t, Sasha was deep into tennis, and Aunt Elise mostly stayed around the house.
I told them about my plans to become a doctor and shocked them when I said I wasn’t a jock. They were even more surprised when they learned I didn’t have a girlfriend.
“It’s okay, Tyler,” Sasha consoled me, patting my thigh. “If you don’t get one soon, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
The others heard the teasing in her voice, but I caught the flash of lust on her face. How the hell was she this bold at her age?
“Don’t worry, Tyler,” Sara added with her own teasing grin. “I know plenty of girls who would love to hang out with you.”
“I just hope they’re normal,” I muttered.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I said quickly before changing the subject. “So tell me about your guy. What’s his name?”
“His name is Jackson. He’s what you’d call a muscle-head buffoon,” Mira answered for her, sounding annoyed.
“Mira!” Sara called her out, but no one else defended the guy in question. It was clear the family wasn’t a fan.
“I take it he’s not popular around here?” I asked.
“Not since he made a scene at homecoming,” Mira replied.
“Okay, Tyler doesn’t need to hear about that,” Sara said worriedly. Mira dropped it. I didn’t know the full story, but I trusted Sara. If it were something serious, she’d tell me eventually. If not, I had other ways of finding out.
We soon pulled up to the massive Miller family house. It wasn’t as enormous as ours, but it still felt way too big for just five people.
“Your room’s on the second floor, Tyler. Come on, I’ll show you,” Aunt Elise said as we walked inside. Since they didn’t have servants, I carried my own bags despite their offers. It just didn’t feel right to let them do it.
Aunt Elise led the way, and for the first time, I really noticed her ass. It was gigantic—not comically so, but big like a small pillow. Her long sundress hid most of it, but I could still see the heavy flesh rolling underneath with every step. I made sure not to stare too obviously.
We reached my room soon enough.
“I prepared this room especially for you,” she said proudly as we stepped inside. It was spacious, just like mine back home, with a big bed, a large cupboard, an empty computer desk, and a simple couch. Everything was bright white.
Talk about bright.
“You fancy a dip?” Aunt Elise asked, nodding toward the pool.
“Actually, I just want to rest for now. It was a long flight, and I’m pretty tired,” I lied.
I wasn’t tired at all. With my stats, I could run for hours. But I needed an excuse to be alone. I wasn’t sure I’d get any privacy later tonight, and I had something urgent to take care of.
“Then I’ll let you rest. But don’t sleep the whole day away—you’re having dinner with us,” Aunt Elise said warmly before leaving and closing the door.
I flopped onto the bed and muttered, “Status.”
It was time to become a supernatural.
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Elise going up stairs (Low Tier):
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