Colleen stood beside the bed, watching Wes with a smile that suggested she knew something he didn’t.
Golden light filled Room 714, reflecting off the champagne glass in her hand.
Beyond the windows, the city glittered beneath the night sky.
Wes leaned against the pillows, following her movements.
“You’re awfully quiet,” she observed.
“Am I supposed to say something?”
“That depends. Do you have anything interesting to say?”
“Not particularly.”
“Then perhaps you should listen.”
She placed her glass on the bedside table.
Her usual confidence remained, but Wes noticed something unusual beneath it—a nervousness she was trying to hide.
“You’ve been acting strange,” he said.
“Perhaps you’re paying too much attention to me.”
“Perhaps you’re making it difficult not to.”
She laughed softly.
“Do you know your problem, Wes? You think you understand people because you’ve spent years watching them. You notice their habits, their expressions, everything they do when they’re nervous. You convince yourself nothing about them can surprise you.”
“And you’re saying I’m wrong?”
“I’m saying you have no idea how wrong you are.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, close enough for him to catch her perfume.
“What aren’t you telling me?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Fine. Perhaps something.”
“Go on.”
“Not yet.”
“Then why bring it up?”
“Because I wanted to see your face when I said it.”
Wes shook his head.
“You really enjoy keeping people on edge.”
“Only the interesting ones.”
“And I’m interesting?”
Her smile faded into something more serious.
“More than you know.”
She reached for her champagne and took another sip.
Wes glanced at the bottle.
“How much have you had?”
“Six glasses.”
“Six?”
“Don’t look at me like that. Some people need a little help saying things they’ve spent too long keeping to themselves.”
His expression changed.
“What things?”
Colleen drew a slow breath.
She had expected to spend the evening with someone else, but Reggie’s accident had changed everything.
Wes had arrived unexpectedly in his place, and the sight of him had caught her completely off guard.
She hadn’t planned this conversation.
Yet now, with six glasses of champagne behind her and eight years of unspoken feelings pressing against her chest, she found herself unable to remain silent.
“Wes, how long have you known me?”
“Almost my entire life. You know that.”
“Exactly.”
She turned the glass between her fingers.
“Eight years ago, something changed for me. I tried to ignore it. I told myself it would pass, that I was being foolish. But time passed, and nothing changed.”
“Colleen…”
“Let me finish.”
She looked directly at him.
“For eight years, I’ve carried something I never intended to tell you. I’ve watched you grow, watched you change, watched you become the man sitting in front of me. All that time, I pretended I could put my feelings away whenever I wanted.”
She swallowed.
“I couldn’t.”
Wes stared at her.
“You’ve felt this way about me for eight years?”
“Yes.”
“Why tell me now?”
“Because I’m tired of pretending you mean nothing to me.”
Her fingers tightened around the glass.
“And tonight, I don’t think I can keep the words inside anymore.”
The room fell quiet.
“Do you remember when you were nineteen?” she asked.
“That time you were ill and barely conscious?”
“Vaguely.”
“I was there.”
“I know.”
“You don’t know everything.”
Her expression grew solemn.
“When you were asleep, you were so hard even in your sleep and I almost climbed on top of you that night I almost did it”
She looked away.
“I’ve thought about that night more times than I can count. I’ve tried to bury it, but I can’t erase what I saw.”
Wes remained silent.
“Sometimes I’d masturbate thinking about you thinking it was you touching me and filling me up you see Wes, you see how much I’ve wanted you?”
She placed her glass down.
“I’ve wanted you for eight years, Wes. There. I’ve finally said it.”
A small, unsteady smile crossed her face.
“Are you satisfied now? You wanted to know what I was hiding.”
Wes stared at her, speechless.
“Say something,” she whispered.
“What do you want me to say?”
“The truth.”
“The truth is that I don’t know what to say.”
Disappointment flickered across her face, but she nodded.
“Fair enough.”
She rose and walked toward the window, watching the city lights reflected in the glass.
“Colleen.”
She turned.
“You can’t tell me something like that and expect me to understand it in five minutes.”
“I don’t expect you to.”
“Then what do you expect?”
She hesitated.
“I don’t know anymore.”
A notification sounded from the bedside table.
Wes glanced at his phone.
[THE LEDGER — SESSION PHASE 2 ACTIVE]
[Operational Timer: 12:40 Remaining]
[Mandatory Departure Protocols Commence at 00:00]
He looked back at her.
“Looks like our time is running out.”
Colleen followed his gaze and laughed faintly.
“Of course it is. Eight years of keeping quiet, and now I finally tell you the truth with a countdown hanging over our heads.”
“Maybe you should have told me sooner.”
“Maybe. But perhaps you would have spent the last eight years avoiding me.”
“That’s possible.”
“You see? This is why I kept quiet.”
“Or perhaps you knew it was wrong.”
Her smile faded.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Perhaps that was part of it.”
She returned to the bed and sat beside him, leaving a little space between them.
“I know what I feel, Wes. But wanting something doesn’t mean I’m entitled to it.”
He studied her face.
“What happens now?”
“Now I stop pretending you don’t know.”
She reached for her champagne, discovered her glass was empty, and sighed.
“And tomorrow, when the champagne wears off and I remember everything I’ve said, I’ll have to live with it.”
“You make it sound terrible.”
“I’ve spent eight years hiding something. Saying it aloud is terrifying enough.”
“You’re still blaming the champagne.”
“I’m trying to blame anything except the fact that you haven’t told me to stop talking.”
“Would you stop if I asked?”
She met his gaze.
“Yes.”
Her answer was immediate.
Colleen rose and held out her hand.
“Come on, Wes. We shouldn’t spend whatever time we have left arguing about things we can’t change tonight.”
He looked at her hand, then at her face.
“What should we do instead?”
Her familiar smile returned, carrying a hint of mischief.
“Talk, perhaps.”
“Just talk?”
“Don’t sound so disappointed.”
“I’m not.”
“Good.”
She waited until he took her hand then she leaned down until their lips were almost touching.
“And now I finally got you right where I’ve always wanted you” said Colleen.
Then she stood up and got right over him because she was ready.
“Now my boy now you can fuck me but don’t forget you’re mine you’ve always been mine” said Colleen.
Wes felt the heat and wetness pressing right against his D and it was driving him insane as he tried to shove his hips up to find the way in but she moved just enough to mess with him.
She was teasing him and he was losing his mind.
“I didn’t know you had this in you” said Colleen as she leaned down to kiss him hard and possessive.
She pulled back just an inch with lips still brushing his “Can you feel how wet I am?” said Colleen with a hot wet gasp.
Wes swallowed with a throat dry as a bone “Y-yeah you feel so damn hot Auntie” said Wes.
“Good boy” said Colleen as she smiled looking like she had just won the lottery “come here take a bite.”
She sat up and grabbed his face pulling him straight into her chest.
Wes didn’t wait for a second and opened his mouth to clamp onto one hard nipple sucking like he was starving.
“Such a good boy” said Colleen while she ran her fingers through his hair.
He buried his face in her huge boobs that were so big he could barely breathe while the smell of her perfume and sweat filled his lungs.
He went from one nipple to the other reaching up to hold the weight of them while licking and biting with desperate energy.
Every time Colleen moaned it was like throwing gas on a fire while he started grinding his hips under her begging for friction.
Colleen felt him shaking and pulled away slow leaving him gasping and frustrated again.
“You’ve been so good here’s your prize” said Helen.
Her voice was low as a promise while she stood up and crawled across the bed with hips swaying.
She knelt on the white sheets and leaned forward putting her elbows down on the mattress then reached back with one hand to pull herself open and show him everything
“Alright then nephew” said Helen as she looked back at him over her shoulder..
“come get your prize…..”