Share Bed With Aunt Novels & Stories

If they knew that their sister was going through this, they would show up at the doorstep ready to fight for her. Amanda couldn't take it anymore. She got up from the couch and took her daughter's hand. "Come with me. They'll handle this." After that, Amanda brought Morgan to the master bedroom. Bennett put down his phone and said to his aunt, "The hotel has been booked for you. My house is rather small. It can't fit everyone. My grandparents have just come back from the hospital and they need plenty of rest. It's best if the four of you stayed at a hotel instead."

Her body tenses up and slowly, very slowly, she turns to me, her eyes wide in surprise. “Hey, what are you doing here?” Sometimes, my aunt reminds me of a teenager, a human teenager. “I thought you won’t be back before midnight.” “It’s already midnight.” I tip my chin to the window and her eyes follow it to stare at the sky filled with stars. “What are you doing anyway. Are we going on a vacation, a trip of some kind?” She opens her mouth, then closes it back. It happens a few time before she talks. “Yes, something like that. Nathan decided that it’s time for you to move in with him.”

“Yeah, Aunt She can take a separate room.” “Nonsense, you don’t have to be shy around here, You both are dating and you both have obviously crossed lines and I know sleeping in the same room isn’t an issue, you’re just shy, there is no reason to be shy around me dear, just keep the noise down.” She says winking at me.

Her face flushed as I recalled it. “What if we did? But today, We won’t be sleeping on the same bed.” She grabbed a pillow and blanket and placed it on the couch. The thought of sleeping on the couch again hurt back. My back and arms were already aching due to sleeping on the couch last night as I allowed girls to use my bed. Suddenly the door opened and my maternal aunt stepped inside.

“No. It’s just..that’s usually Myles’s room when he works late.” Aunt Greta’s brows shot up. “What?” I barely resisted rubbing my temples. “We like separate spaces sometimes. Better sleep.” Aunt Greta’s expression turned suspicious. “Myles Voss, you are not telling me you don’t share a room with your wife..!” Serena jumped in again with her voice too light. “We do. Just… not every night.” Aunt Greta huffed. “Well, I won’t be the reason you two act like strangers in your own home. I’ll take the couch.”

"Do you wanna just meet up sonewhere so I can pick you up? The school's pretty close here." "Alright. I'll be there in 10 minutes." "Who were you talking to?" Aunt Autumn asked as she peeked inside the kitchen. "My friend. Can he come here to take a bath? He said he's having water problems at his apartment." "Of course. Tell him to spend the night here too. It's dangerous to go out late at night." "Is it okay?" "Of course. We could let him sleep with you in your room, or would he prefer sleeping in the guest room?"

I carried him to the room he was sharing with his aunt Ava. Our son asked permission from us that on the first night of our vacation, he would sleep beside his aunt Ava and, on the following night, with Isabelle. On successive nights, he would spend his nights with his uncles, and I could tell he loved being pampered by everyone since he was the only kid, and all of us gave our attention to him.

He was laughing loudly at whatever my brother was doing. I imagined telling my parents that I do sleep with my aunt when we are having dinner and watching the ever present smile on my aunt's face fade rapidly and being replaced with a shocked frown. How my parents and my sisters will be staring at my aunt in shock. Then my aunt leaving the table because she lost her appetite, then my aunt telling everybody that she's going back to the city the following day but without me but not before selling the bed and the home theatre set and then demanding payment for the furnishings she had done in my room.

she paused mid-thought, frowning, “Oh, shoot. I boxed up all the bedding this morning. I’m donating it to the shelter tomorrow. I meant to restock it.” Her gaze landed on me. “You don’t mind sharing your bed, do you?” “I—” My mouth opened, then closed. I looked at Travian, whose eyes were now very fixed on the floor. My heartbeat did something strange in my throat. “No,” I said after a second too long, the voice was carefully neutral. “It’s fine.” “Good,” she chirped, pleased. “Back in the day, you boys used to cram three to bed when the cousins visited. Stayed up half the night giggling and whispering and sneaking cookies.”

My bag fell from my hands as I rushed to the windows for the view, and heavens, it was perfect. “This will be your room whenever you come for a visit.” She told me as I walked back, looking at the bed, the bedroom couch, the cupboards and a small door on my left that I imagined led to the bathroom. I had to share the bathroom with my mom there at that tiny apartment, and now here I didn't think it was the case. God, Mum should just live alone there because I'm sold. “You like it?” Only when Aunt Creseda asked did I snap out of my head.