Ch: 28 & 29 [Aunt Alison]

[Location: Metropolis]

Travis found himself standing in front of a nondescript apartment building in Metropolis. The city's skyline towered in the distance, a mix of sleek modernity and classic architecture. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.

Aunt Alison's apartment was on the fifth floor, and as he rode the elevator up, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of person she had become. His father's description of her as a nymphomaniac had left him intrigued and somewhat amused, but he knew that there was much more to her than just that label.

The elevator dinged, signaling his arrival on the fifth floor. Travis stepped out and walked down the hallway, stopping in front of a door with the number 504. He hesitated for a moment before raising his hand to knock.

The door swung open, revealing a woman who looked to be in her early thirties. Her striking green eyes and vibrant red hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves. Her appearance was a mix of edgy and alluring, with a hint of mystery in her demeanor.

'Dang! She's hot!' Travis thought. "Wtf, am I thinking? She is my aunt for fuck's sake! That is so wrong... But, damn, she is fit for a milf..."

Alison Evans, age 37, nymphomaniac and is wearing black short jeans, showing off her legs, and a crop top, revealing her slim stomach. She has an hourglass body with round and plump breasts that are contained by her shirt but still noticeable, and her ass looks perfect, bouncing around with every step she takes.

Alison smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with excitement. She quickly ran and hugged him tightly, burying his face in her chest.

"Oh my God! Travis! I can't believe it's really you. Oh, you are alive. I didn't believe it when Andy said you came back to life, but you really came back to life. This is just wonderful," she said excitedly while moving her chest on his face, making his mind go crazy.

"Mummm~" Travis muffled something, trying to get some air to breathe.

"What?" Alison asked, confused.

"I... I can't breathe!" He managed to say between his words.

"Oops. Sorry." She loosened her hold on him and apologized.

"It's okay." Travis took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air. He couldn't help but notice the way she smelled, a mix of lavender and vanilla. It was intoxicating.

"Come on in. I was just doing my regular yoga," She said as she pulled him in by his arms.

Travis couldn't help but notice the way her ass jiggled as she walked. He felt his cock twitch in his pants. He wanted to slap her ass so bad, but he held back.

He looked around the apartment and noticed how neat and tidy everything was. There wasn't a single item out of place. The walls were decorated with various pictures, and they really looked expensive just like the internal structure of the apartment.

"You live here alone?" Travis asked, looking around the place.

"Why? Wanna shift in?" She teased while walking up to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and took out a can of orange soda. "Here catch," she said as she threw him a can of coke.

Travis caught it and popped open the can, taking a sip. "And what are you planning to do if I say yes?"

"Then," She walked up to him, getting closer than what he was comfortable with. "We would have to share the bed," she whispered seductively, her warm breath tickling his ear. "You see I have a big royal bed, but it is really lonely, so I will be really grateful if you keep me company."

Travis felt his cock growing hard at her words. He swallowed nervously, trying to think of something to say.

Alison took a step back and looked at him, a smirk on her lips. "What is it? Cat got your tongue?"

"Um... No. I just don't know what to say," he mumbled, averting his eyes.

"Oh, my adorable nephew," She said as she put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss, her lips pressing against his cheek, "I am really glad to see you."

Travis couldn't help but notice how soft her lips were. He could feel his cock growing harder in his pants, straining against the fabric.

Alison pulled back from the kiss and smiled at him.

"Now, why don't you make yourself at home while I finish my yoga?" She said as she turned around and walked toward the living room. She stopped and glanced back, "Or maybe you would like to watch or join me?" she asked with a wink.

"Um... No. I am good," He said nervously as he tried to hide his growing erection. "I will just watch if you don't mind."

'Control! You got Sarah, and those girls from the other world. Don't lust over your sexy milfy aunt... FUCK! She's hot!' He thought.

"Okay," She said as she proceeded to lay down on the mat, getting in position for her yoga.

Travis sat down on the couch and watched as she started to do her yoga, her body moving gracefully. She was flexible and in shape, and he couldn't help but admire her form.

Alison continued doing her yoga, seemingly oblivious to the way Travis was looking at her. As she stretched, her shirt rose up, revealing the white sports bra she wore underneath. The way her butt stretched and clenched with her moves was driving him crazy, and he wondered if she was doing it intentionally.

"I haven't been able to relax after knowing that my nephew is finally back," she said while doing some movements to stretch her hips.

'She's not even hiding it,' he thought to himself, but couldn't bring himself to look away. He could see her camel toe through the yoga pants, and his cock throbbed in his pants.

"You don't look that surprised to see a dead man coming back to life," Travis said, watching his aunt closely.

"To be honest, when I heard the news of you being alive... I was surprised. But then again with all the weird things happening around the world, I am not too surprised by it anymore," She said as her eyes flicked to him, watching him as his eyes roved over her body.

"Really?" He asked out of curiosity.

"Hummff!" She held her leg in the air, arching her back. "With all the freaky powers that some people have and are surfacing, and these human-like aliens living among us, a resurrected person is not too unbelievable," she said.

"Fair point," Travis acknowledged with an agreeing tone. "So how is life treating you these past few years?" He changed the topic, not wanting to give more reasons to fuel his imagination.

'Focus, goddammit! But she is a nymphomaniac no doubt—definitely the prime fodder for an erotic story. Aaargh, I wonder what she looks like under that shirt, and what are those underneath her shorts... Snap it out, Travis. She is your aunt. Damn this woman!' He shook his head mentally and closed his eyes.

Alison's body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her face was slightly red from the strain. She glanced at him, a faint smile on her lips. "So, how are things with Sarah?"

"Good... We are doing pretty well."

"Well, you better treat her well. That girl had shut off her heart after you died, but once again, love opens the locked doors of one's emotions."

"I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe and loved."

"Just keep her happy, and you should be fine. Women are fragile creatures. They may be stronger and more powerful in their own ways, but they can be broken. And that broken heart can't be repaired the same way, so make sure you don't do anything stupid and get yourself killed again," She said, smiling at him.

"I will do my best, and I ain't planning on dying again anytime soon," Travis said. "I am quite happy where I am... Alive..."

"Well, that's good," she replied, as she split her legs in a full stretch, pressing her palms on the mat.

Her position revealed her camel toe even better now and, his hands trembled at the sight, eager to do some touching. Travis couldn't help but imagine his cock going in and out of those sweet, supple butt cheeks... He was tempted.

"So, what do you think?" Alison suddenly asked.

Travis's thoughts were broken, his lustful urges were pulled back by an anchor.

"Pardon?" He was startled, but he hid it by replying normally, making her look at him curiously.

"About the world... I mean, coming back and the changes that happened all over." Alison explained while arching her back as her fingers inched near her ass.

Travis could see her round tits almost popping out through her bra, the way they mashed against the mat.

'Those luscious mounds need some sucking.'

'Get ahold of your sex drive, damn you, Travis!'

"Humm... Now that I see it up close..." He leaned forward to take a better look and then his eyes met with his aunt, giving him a teasing and sultry look. He chuckled, amused by her way of flirting, "The world is no different than the past. It is still chaotic, yet peaceful—in a way."

"And don't you think it's beautiful in its own way?" She smirked as she slowly pulled her legs together and pulled them up in the air with her head down on the yoga mat.

Travis' mind almost fried at the thought of mounting her.

She split her legs in the air, holding her thighs.

"Oh, it's definitely beautiful... and flexible," he admitted openly as his eyes rested upon that amazing ass that was sticking out with her yoga position. He couldn't believe it!

He could imagine his shaft ramming through her cunt, stretching it wider with its girth. He'd then put his whole weight into it and pushed deep before thrusting in and out at high speed. He'd keep thrusting in and out. Again and again, faster and deeper.

Then finally, she'd come! With a loud moan, her orgasm will make her milk him. And there will be nothing left to shoot. Not a single drop of sperm will be found, and the load will be wasted in her hot snatch.

"You have no idea, young man," She slowly adjusted her body and sat on her knees, "If you think I'm flexible, let me tell you, there are ways that you haven't even explored or thought of."

Travis suppressed a chuckle, noticing her indirect confession.

"Oh, I am sure it's beyond my imagination, aunt," he grinned and let out a sigh of exasperation.

By the time she completed her final pose, she was drenched in sweat. Travis sat unmoved on the couch and just waited patiently.

"Phew! It's too hot today and the ac isn't working at all!" she exclaimed, grabbing a towel and wiping away her sweat.

"Why don't you take your top off, I think it will cool you down a bit,"

Alison smirked as she threw him a suggestive glance before lifting her shirt up over her head and tossing the towel back down, "There! That's a little better."

Travis could see the droplets of sweat rolling down her chest.

"Like what you see?" She asked as she slowly trailed her finger down her bare stomach.

Travis couldn't answer, his mind completely distracted, thinking how it would feel to suck and bite those sweaty, squishy bosoms and wrap those sexy hips in between his arms, licking her nipples till she screamed for mercy.

"Humm~" She smirked, "It seems I still got my charms despite being an older woman."

'Hehehehe! The look on his face. How I would love to lick his lips until they're moist enough for me to slurp on.' She giggled in her mind. 'My naughty, sexy little nephew!' She mused.

"Old woman? Fuck no. You will put those college chicks to shame any day, aunt. And those bitches call themselves hot..." He whistled, finding this woman truly incredible.

"Why thanks, that's nice of you to say so." Alison smiled, her nipples now poking through her sport bra, causing Travis' cock to jump and stir once again.

He really wished he could do the dirty with her right here, right now, but his mind was still rationally telling him otherwise.

"Well, my naughty boy," She lay on the mat, "I will take ten minutes rest. I will just lie here with my eyes closed, alright? And I would be glad if someone could massage my body. I can feel my muscles tensing a bit." She went on her stomach, making Travis gulp.

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[Meanwhile] [In the depths of an unknown realm]

The room was dimly lit, and the air was heavy with an otherworldly energy. A figure sat on an ornate throne, their features obscured by shadows. They radiated an aura of power and authority, a presence that commanded respect and fear.

Beside the throne, a pool of swirling liquid glowed with a faint blue light. Within the pool, images and scenes from different worlds and dimensions flickered and shifted—a tapestry of realities interconnected by a thread of uncertainty.

A voice echoed through the chamber, its tone resonating with a mixture of reverence and trepidation. "The balance has been disrupted. They have been awakened by the desires of mortals."

The figure on the throne remained silent for a moment, their gaze fixed on the swirling pool. Finally, they spoke, their voice carrying an air of authority that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

"The desires of mortals hold power—a power that can shape worlds and alter destinies. But such power must be managed, for uncontrolled desires can lead to chaos and destruction."

The voice grew softer, contemplative. "The connection between the worlds has been established. The wish-granting beings have been set in motion, driven by the desires of those who seek to alter their fates."

"Should we intervene?" another voice inquired, its tone cautious.

The figure on the throne leaned forward, their eyes glinting with an otherworldly glow. "No, not yet. The threads of fate are delicate, and the tapestry of existence must be allowed to weave itself. But we shall observe, and if the balance tilts too far, we shall restore equilibrium."

"As you command," the voice replied.

The figure on the throne settled back, their gaze returning to the pool of swirling images. The destinies of mortals were in motion, guided by the desires that burned within them. The wish-granting beings had been awakened, and the tapestry of existence was being rewritten. In the depths of the unknown realm, the figure watched and waited, their influence extending beyond the boundaries of worlds.

"Where are you, my champion? Which reality did they send you?"

The figure's gaze remained fixed on the swirling images within the pool. They extended their consciousness across the fabric of existence, searching for the elusive thread that connected them to their champion.

Across the web of realities, the figure's awareness reached out, brushing against the essence of a single human, who was currently facing the challenges of his returned life in his own world. The figure observed, their ethereal presence hidden from mortal perceptions.

The figure's voice resonated once more, a whisper that seemed to come from all directions and none. "Champion of the balance. Your presence echoes across dimensions, and your actions stir the threads of fate. But why are you not bound by fate? A mystery it is even to us..."

As they observed his interactions, the figure sensed the undercurrents of desire and consequence, the intricate web of choices that shaped his path.

"Desires unleashed, destinies entwined. The balance falters, seeking equilibrium," the figure mused, their tone a mixture of intrigue and concern. They contemplated the delicate dance between free will and fate, between the desires of individuals and the cosmic order.

"We wonder... What kind of miracle will you show us, oh, fateless one?"