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Jason slowly made his way up the stairs, his emotions in turmoil. It now seemed as though everything had been out his control ever since he had found the rings. Even when he tried to take the initiative, events still spiralled out in unexpected directions.
He reached the top of the stairs, and paused. His mothers bedroom light was still on. Jason stood unmoving, staring at the thin beam of light he could see under the door - frozen in his indecision. After a long and tension filled moment, the light flicked off and he gave a deep sigh that was a mix of relief and regret. He then padded his way silently down the hall until he came to his aunts room.
Jason opened the door without knocking or announcing his presence; letting himself in and closing the door behind him. His aunt was standing in the centre of her room, and when she heard him enter she spun around in surprise. She had obviously been in the middle of getting ready to turn in herself; she had a pair of cotton shorts on that barely reached down past her crotch, leaving her smooth legs on display. She had combined that with the usual old loose t-shirt that she favoured - it technically covered her, but hung so loosely on her that it actually accentuated the curves of her breasts.
“What -” She began, before Jason silenced her with a curt gesture.
He stood there at the entrance to her bedroom, staring at her for a long moment. She looked unsure and hesitant - an expression that softened the usual hard lines of her face; making her look quite lovely. And of course the rest of her was as hot as always - a fact he could readily admit to himself now in light of everything that had happened between them.
Jason walked forward, ignoring the sudden expression of trepidation mixed with excitement that flashed across Sarah’s face. He reached her bed, and then sat down on it. He then leant forward, and put his head in his hands; staring down at the floor.
He could sense his aunt standing above him, fidgeting. She took a step forward and then back again; clearly uncertain of what to do. Eventually, she sat down on her bed next to him - she remained perched right on the edge though, ready to spring up at a moments notice.
Jason didn’t speak, continuing to sit next to her, while cradling his head. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he SHOULD be doing. He had made a plan; reconciling the moral grey area of binding his own mother with a ring - justifying it by only intending to use it to fix the situation of the first binding of his aunt; not to take advantage of her! And instead...
He gave another heartfelt sigh. He needed to talk to someone about all this; but who? For starters no one would believe him, and if they did ... that could be even worse.
Jason felt a featherlight touch on his shoulder, and jerked his head up in surprise. Startled at his sudden movement, Sarah drew back - although still holding her hand outstretched towards him. The expression on her face was almost concerned, and her features - so reminiscent of her older sisters - burned him.
“What are you doing?” He asked harshly, looking away from her. He sensed her flinch away from him; she seemed so skittish that she gave the impression that she was poised ready to flee. When she didn’t answer, he looked back down at his feet again.
Then he felt the touch on his shoulder once more. It stayed this time, soft and lingering. Caressing.
Jason looked up again, slowly this time. His aunt had a timid look on her face, but it was coupled with a determined set of her jaw. She continued to gently rub his shoulder, and he realised she wasn’t exactly trying to comfort him - rather it seemed like she was trying to placate him.
He studied her curiously, not saying a word.
When he didn’t rebuke her, a look of relief blossomed over her face. She gracefully slid up onto the bed, drawing her legs up beneath her. She moved to Jason’s back so that she was kneeling behind him. Once she was comfortable, she placed both hands on his shoulders, her fingers lightly spread - and began to carefully massage him.
It was such a strange situation to find himself in, but Jason didn’t try and stop her. She was actually pretty skilled, and he could feel himself relaxing; tension that he didn’t know he had was seeping out of his muscles. He was letting her take charge for the first time in their interactions, and it was an odd feeling of surrender.
“What do you want?” He asked suddenly, his voice husky. He was genuinely curious what was going on in her mind at this point.
She paused her ministrations for a moment, her fingers laying still. Then she began once more.
“You were angry. At me, I think.” She said haltingly. There was another pause before she continued. “I want to make you happy.”
This made sense to Jason in light of the binding of the ring she wore, but it was still so out of character from how she used to treat him. She didn’t seem to aware of the incongruence of what she was saying, so he pushed her further.
“Have you always wanted to do that?” He asked, causing another break in her massage.
“What do you mean?” Sarah said.
She sounded confused, so Jason tried a different tact.
“What do you think about me?”
“What’s wrong with you tonight?” There was a change in her tone now, she sounded more like her old self. It seemed as though if he didn’t interact with her in the vein of the two bindings he had chosen, she had more options available for her responses.
“Answer my question.” Jason said, with a harsher tone. He felt her fingers tighten on his shoulders, and she gave a sharp indrawn breath.
“You’re my sisters kid.” His aunt said, initially dismissive. As she went on however, she grew more halting in her words, as though unsure and not being able to quite remember details. “You are ... important. To me? And ... dangerous? And sexy...”
She trailed off, and her hands grew still. As she had talked, she seemed to be becoming aware of the inconsistencies once he had began challenging her on the details.
Having found out what he wanted, he didn’t want his aunt to explore further. Jason reached behind him, and grasped one of her knees, running his hand over her soft skin - distracting her from her confusion.
“Keep going.” He said softly. “It feels good what you’re doing.”
She started once more; taking her time and being slow and thorough. It seemed like she really knew what she was about, although Jason didn’t have a frame of reference for a beautiful woman giving him a massage. He started to lean back into it, enjoying the sensation. Sarah guided him as he leant, pulling him back gently until his head rested upon her breasts. She moved her hands to his scalp, and began to gently rub in circular motions; playing with his hair.
It was soft and pleasant, and Jason gave a deep exhale of contentment; pillowing his head into her breasts.
“Jason... ?” She said softly, questioningly.
It felt amazing what she was doing, but he wasn’t exactly perched comfortably on the bed. He was actually in danger of sliding off the more that he relaxed. He was beginning to reach the point of arousal where he wanted to do more, but he knew he shouldn’t start anything in her upstairs bedroom - after-all he had told his mother to not worry about any noises downstairs; not upstairs.
He got up, and turned to face his aunt. She continued to kneel submissively on her bed; her hands rested upon her lap, and she looked up at him. Waiting expectantly.
He had never seen her looking so demure before.
“Go downstairs and wait for me.” He said, and then left without saying anything further. He went into the the bathroom, and stood at the basin. He splashed some water into his face, and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t know if he recognised the person he saw; he felt sure the expression his mirrored self was wearing would have disturbed him only a few days before.
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