章 33: Forbidden...

Katheryn was inebriated. She leaned forward on the table, mumbling.

Ragna sighed, looking at Katheryn. She turned to Aragon, smiling warmly.

"Will you be able to take her to the house?"She inquired, her voice softening to a gentle tone.

"I can take her home." He replied sheepishly.

Aragon stood and held his aunt's left hand, helping her stand up. He shifted sideways to her and supported her by putting her hand around his neck.

Then he walked to the door.

"Come see me when you have time, boy." Ragna's voice came from the back, only so that he could hear.

Aragon halted in his steps, looking back at her with brows furrowed in perplexity. She was smiling gently at him, which caused him to blush afterward.

He turned and walked out of the door.

"What a cute little kid," she whispered roguishly, thinking only she knows what. She then returned to her room. There, Rhaet was already sleeping, that too in deep.

She stripped off her full robe, revealing only a translucent white chemise that reached her thighs. She loosened her white hair, which she flung on her back with a whirl. Her big bust raised her chemise up.

She crawled onto the bed, moving the thick fur blanket. Closing on her husband, she placed her hand on his chest, twirling his hair on his chest.

"I am tired, woman." Rhaet turned to the other side, continuing to snore.

"Huh!" she groaned, pulling the blanket, and lying on her back facing the roof.

She also turned to the other side in anger and closed her eyes.

***

Aragon has reached his aunt's house. He took Katheryn to her bed with great difficulty, as she always shook him.

Katheryn tightened her grip on his neck, bringing her face close to his."What did that vixen tell you?" Her eyes were half closed, but she was looking at him, her face almost inches away from Aragon.

Aragon's heart started racing rapidly. His cheeks turned red, and he tried to look down, flushed. But she lifted his chin and asked him again, "What happened?"

He could feel her breath on him. His mind was racing with unwanted thoughts, and his body started to heat up. He could hear his heartbeat. He clenched his fists, trying to resist his primal urges. He knew it was wrong to feel that way toward his aunt.

"Aunt, you should rest." He forced himself to help her onto the bed. She was still talking.

He covered her with a blanket and came down.

He heaved a big sigh of relief. His heart was still pounding as he put his hand on it, feeling the sensation. He came out of the house with his fists gripped tightly with a racing mind.

It was a few hours before dawn, and the night sky was full of stars. He looked up, pondering over

He stayed out for a few minutes and came in. He slept on the wooden bench with all his thoughts ramming his brain.

***

He woke up; it was early in the morning. The sun hasn't yet come out. He looked in the kitchen and outside, but she wasn't there.

He went to the attic and saw her still sleeping soundly, her blanket wrinkled.

He came down, seeing that she was still asleep. He went out and finished cleaning himself, then waited for her to wake up.