My scandalous aunt - My Story part-4

My scandalous aunt picked up on the tension, and things got out of hand.

Things usually don't go this smoothly for me, as they did in those few days. Everything was working out how I wanted it. But I knew it won't last long. It can never.
I got back home, and my whole family, and guests were all here. Its so weird to think that the entirety of my family were fucking hot bombshells and I was the only male around, not to mention, I was a fucking maniac.
They were all hanging out in the living room, drinking wine, joking around doing their thing. All I could think of were the 3 vials and in turn 3 opportunities that I had. But it was also super risky. And even though it worked once, I couldn't be sure it always would work. And the side effects, so I needed to wait and watch. I played my part at the house, acting normal, but mom was still acting weird. And mostly everyone noticed, but not enough to seriously care. Except one.
My mom's little sister Elizabeth, or aunt Liz as always been a weird one. Had a bad marriage, tried fixing it with a child, got divorced after the child, and then had her second child after the divorce, from her ex husband. She was the scandalous aunt of our family. The person they'd gossip about.
She noticed not only moms behaviors, but also detected that it was somehow connected to me. And later in the night, came to talk. At first the conversation was just normal where have you been in life thing, but then she asked me what was going on between my mom and me. I tried brushing it off, but she insisted. I tried to lie too, but she saw past my bs. She told me she knows something is going on and is serious.
I told her that we just had sort of a fight after the wedding and then things have been tense and thats that. But she wouldn't quit. Kept pushing. I was pretty annoyed by this point and was getting frustrated. It crossed my mind that I should just speak what actually happened. And tell her how crazy her sister is. So I did. Explained to her how her sister thought that the night that she was drunk, i did something with her. Something inappropriate, and she has been weird with me ever since.
My aunt asked, "did you?" But before I could reply, she just said, "I mean I know you wouldnt but did you?"
"Well obviously not. I was trying to help her. As she was blackout drunk."
My aunt seemed to agree and told me that it was probably just alcohol mixed with some other weird things in her mind that was responsible for her acting this way and feeling this way. She told me that mom would eventually come around and realize what she was talking was completely nonsense.
My aunt then pushed me to tell her exactly what happened that night. And I basically explained to her, how I brought her back to the hotel room, helped her change and then put her to bed. She asked me if I took off her clothes, and I told her that yes, I had to help her change as she was wearing a very uncomfortable dress and would have been uncomfortable the whole night and sore in the morning.
She seemed to agree with me and told me it was pretty harmless as the reason I did it was to help her not to perv on her. After this, the conversation shifted more towards us, talking about the marriage and the rest of the things that happened. Just some regular family gossiping and bitching about other family members.
About ten fifteen minutes later into the conversation, she brought that night back up. Basically, bitching about how her sister who got too drunk and incapacitated to carry herself, and her son had to carry her to the hotel and help her. After this, she said something that made me feel pretty weird, but at the same time, super intrigued. She said, "she is lucky it was you who was with her. Even if she did get raped, she should be thankful, it was her own son and not some random person off the street."
The statement basically made me spit out my water, but she soon backtracked by saying it was a bad joke and this that. In trying to play off the awkwardness, she doubled down, with the joke saying, "im not saying you did rape her or something, but she did look pretty good that night so I won't blame ya." But it wasn't how she meant it. She just made a couple bad jokes. But it also made me think how she was as a person. Some dark shit in the back of their mind.
She soon excused herself and left the room, but I could sense some truth to her jokes. But more importantly I could feel a different way of her acting. I always had a crush on her, but she always acted very distant towards me in that particular sense. As in very aunt like but not flirty or friendly, but it was starting to change up. Not overtly flirty but definitely more friendly. Like acting like fellow adults if that makes sense.
A couple more days passed by, regular talks, family meals and outings. And probably in these days, my aunt had a conversation with my mother regarding what happened. And she came back to talk to me at night.
She came and told me she asked mom what happened or what she thinks happened from her perspective and how my mom told her what happened and what she remembers. I tried to tell my aunt that I dont wanna talk about this, but before that she just told me she thinks mom's mind is playing tricks with her etc etc. She was on my side, basically calling mom delusional.
I tried acting like a superior person saying she probably saw a dream and I am worried about her and this and that. Soon the conversation turned into bitching once again. My aunt talked shit about her daughter's and how bratty and slutty they were getting. And many other things. And soon the conversation turned back to my mom.
She asked me the whole night in question in detail and i told her. She continued and her gossip turned soon into badmouthing mom. Talking about her younger days and other stuff, and also about how shes delusional and thinks her own son would rape her etc. I wasn't expecting her to say all this but she was saying, and I was just listening. She'd throw in a, "I love your mom but" in between.
Then she said, "what the hell did she expect drinking so much. Did she think someone wouldn't rape her. What else should be done to women who drink so much that they are completely unconscious"
Before I could correct her that i didnt do anything, she added. "I don't blame you. She deserved it by being such a stupid woman"
I was a little flabbergasted. It was almost like a silent agreement that we both know that I did infact do this, and she knows it. And doesn’t care. And more than that, she was on my side, which I thought for a second could be a trap or something for me to get caught. So I kept quiet.
Soon my aunt asked me, "what did really happen on the trip. Your mom looks great so I don't blame you for taking what's right in front of you"
"Nothing. I would never do anything to my mom. As I told her too, I am not that kinda person."
"OH honey, its okay. You don't have to tell me. But I know what your mom remembers actually happened. But its her fault for being a drunkard. You're only a young man. She should be thankful it was you, who took it easy on her. Could've been so much worse"
Soon after, she left, realizing I wasn't going to say anything. But I knew this could be a good opportunity for some not so nice things.
The next day, the young girls went out for shopping, while mom and aunt spent their day in the backyard. We had a small garden, so they were there. I left very early for a sports match, and came back around noon. As I got there, sweaty and tired, I heard mom and aunt. I asked them where everyone else was and they told me the sisters and cousins were out shopping and won't be back till late night. While I talked with aunt, my mom excused herself and was leaving but I quickly interrupted her saying, "you don't have to leave. I am leaving anyways." And went to shower. When I got back out, my aunt came over annoyed and said, "can't you two talk it out at this point."
She pulled my mom and I into the living room for a sort of intervention.
"You two need to squash whatever is going on with you two. Boulder, your mom doesn’t wanna accuse you of anything you didn't do I'm sure. She is just disturbed. And Nikita, if you think he did...do something with your mouth or whatever, well think about how much worse it could be if it was someone random, and did more. So just forget and move on."
Mom was pretty shocked, but didn't say anything. Then she yelled, "you want me to be okay with my son raping me in my mouth when I was unconscious and drunk."
Before the aunt could say anything, I stood up angrily, and told mom, "you know what, you've been whining about what I did or didn't do. But know one thing, if I did do anything, you fucking deserved it. And more"
Both of them were dead silent. Shocked and couldn't comprehend what they'd just heard. And I simply left and went back to my room. And soon as expected, i heard a knock. But it wasn't aunt who I was expecting. It was actually mom.
"Drop the act. I know what you did. And I don't know how to feel. But we can also not keep doing this. I will forgive you if you did it. You have a moment of weakness, and did something like this. And I know I probably gave you a reason to do it too. Just accept it so we can move on from here and heal."
"Look mom, I don't know why you're saying this. I did not do anything to you. But you know what, maybe I should've done something. Hell I should've done everything. Atleast that way, I won't be accused relentlessly without any reason. If there was any other person, you wouldn't be saying all this. Hell you probably won't be able to talk at all."
"Are you trying to say I deserved to be raped that night, just because I drank too much"
"Don't make me say things you won't be able to hear mom. Think of it this way, if I did rape you in your mouth, you got away easy. Because I was as angry as I am right at this moment, things would've ended much much worse for you."
"So you would've raped me even more? Is that what you're saying."
"Youre a smart woman. You get what I am saying. Now please leave my room before I get even more angry."
"Are you threatening me. I am your mother. This is my house and think you can threaten me. What will you do if I dont leave huh?"
Without missing a beat, i grabbed her throat, and pushed her to the wall. Not sexually, but angrily. I could see in her eyes, how scared she was. But then aunt Liz came in and broke us up.
"Are you crazy, what the hell are you doing." She told me. But she quickly turned to mom.
"Are you crazy. Why are you patronizing him. Stop it you two. You have to stop this right now. And why are you trying to bait him. He's your son but he's also a young man. And you don't want to make a man like him angry."
We all took a second. Things had gotten too heated by this point. But they were also getting close to absolution.
"He just threatened me. He told me not to make him angry, or he would do... god knows what"
"And you are still here waiting for him to do what he's saying. Urging him even more. What is wrong with you. Are you so egotistical that you want your son to do something to you so you can prove it happened. You piss any man off enough and he'd do everything in anger. It almost feels like you want him to do something."
That last line hit mom hard. Water pooled in her eyes, and she stormed out of the room.
"Sorry your moms being so dramatic. I'm sure she will come around. You relax."
"Yeah but now she's gonna be mad at you too."
"Shes my sister, I'll deal with her. But you chill out. Watch a movie or whatever to cool off. Anger doesn't suit you."
"Well, if someone pisses me off, then I'm angrier than everyone else. Plus if she won't stop accusing me, then maybe I ought to make it real."
"OH your mom is just being moody. Plus why do anything to an old woman like her, when you have so many other younger options."
"They don't needle me all day long. Or put accusations on me."
"Yeah maybe, but I'm sure they're better...for the purpose of...what you wanna do haha."
I knew what she was saying. And by this time, I really didn't care about keeping shit hidden or clear because I knew what was happening.
"This house is filled with some pretty good options, if I was that kind of a person, and wanted to do that kind of things."
"I know you're a very good boy. You wouldn't even think of doing such horrible things" her tone went from regular conversation to something more. Something darker and deeper in a way.
"But you don't have to do anything to anyone. I'm sure my handsome boy gets many gorgeous ladies, so he doesn't need to take something forcefully."
"If you ask me, I think talking is pretty overrated. I like action."
"OH action is it? Well I do like actionable young people. Makes me remember my younger days. But now I am just an old woman. And with so many young girls around you, I'm sure you get enough action anyways haha."
"There's also no such thing as enough action. Action should never stop. For anyone, young or old."
"You think so? Well if you're saying then it must be true." She said, getting closer to me. But more motherly than flirty. "Give your mom some time to think. She doesn't understand you like i do. But she will come around."
"I'm sure you can't understand me. Mostly people can't."
"Oh trust me little B I do understand you very well. I've always watched you carefully, but especially now. And trust me, I not only understand, but I appreciate you, however you are. All good...and BAD things included. Especially bad."
"If you really did understand me, you'd never accept the bad stuff." I say, as she's leaving the room, her back turned towards me, almost near the door.
"Oh little B, you've always had that darkness in your eyes. And I thought you'd probably just grow out of it. But now I know that its a part of you. Deeply ingrained in you, so instead of cursing it, or trying to change it, its better to keep it, exactly how it is. But just be careful, i don't want you to get into trouble because of it."
"How do i not get into trouble?" I yelled.
She popped her head back into the room and said something that rang in my ears for hours. Dropping the subtext completely.
"Do it to someone that either doesn't find out, or cannot fight back. And if possible, do it to someone who can forgive you. But however and whoever you do it to, be careful."
She gave me a dark smile. I knew what she was saying. She knew that I understood her too.
Later that night, I headed to her room. She was sharing it with mom, so I just knocked and asked if I can talk to her. She came out, wearing her night gown, and asked me if everything was alright. I just said yeah, I was hoping to talk and asked if she would take a walk with me in the park. As we reached there, I dropped the subtext too.
"What did you mean, in the day."
"Honey, we both know what I said. You don't have to worry with me. Or beat around the bush. I meant exactly what you think I said. I have known many men in my life, but not many have the gravity that you do. Your mom remembered correctly. You did rape her mouth. But you also didn't do anything else, which means you didn't lose control. And take this house for example. Your sisters are all fine young ladies, and I'm sure you've thought about many things, but you haven't lost control. Not many men would be strong enough to do that. To have the restraint. And especially these days, with your cousins here, its probably even harder. Hell you share a room with your cousin, I can only imagine what all you've thought, and what you've stopped yourself from doing. You have to keep this restraint, not just for them, but for yourself."
"You have no idea. What am I supposed to do."
"Well, you should call your girlfriend. And take your...thoughts out in a more safe environment..."
We both just walked in silence for a few seconds.
"But if you're ever too pent up, and you're worried about...breaking down, you come to me. Okay?"
"What do you mean come to me."
"Well your auntie may be older, but she still knows her way around a man. Plus if it means keeping my daughters and you safe, then I'll gladly let you come to me. So if you're ever too pent up, then you will come to me first."
"If I am too pent up, will you able to handle me."
"Oh little B, there's not many things your auntie can't handle. Plus, even if i can't, its not like I would have much other choice. Now if thats all, I should go back. Your mom might be wondering where I am. And remember"
"Oh I will. You better believe that." I say as shes walking away. She looks back towards me, "well, then I will be waiting for you."
Oh boy, I wasn't sure if I was in trouble, or if I was about to create some crazy trouble myself. But oh boy was I in for a crazy journey.