They untie me and place me on a bed where I am tied down again. I hear Sir Lionel tell everyone to leave the room. He wants to be with me alone. He... tells me he wants to be inside me first before he lets the other men use me the rest of the night. He caresses my breasts with his hands and then with his lips. I feel his lips as they go down my stomach to my pussy. He licks my clit gently and softly. Then he places his cock inside me. I give out a big sigh of pleasure as he stokes me. It was clear that Aunt Lori was drunk, which was not normal. Lori was not one to drink, let alone get drunk. Which may explain why she thought it was ok for her to be there. She knew her nephew needed to talk, but it was clear to everyone else she had no clue as to what his true motives were.Things were quiet at first, but then, “Timmy?! What are you doing?”From the noises coming from the room, it was not hard to imagine the two of them falling over and wrestling on the bed. “Timmy. I’m your. I found her scrubbed and clean, hair hidden by a mass of creamy bubbles. A brief embrace then I took her wrists and guided them to my breasts, whilst I took over the job of washing her hair, a task that delighted us both, judging by the tingling between my legs and the way her fingers moulded and kneaded my tits.We could so easily have moved to the bed to finish what we started in the shower, but I had a plan, and intended to keep focused, so despite the invitation in her eyes, I dragged Zoe. “I like that; maybe even after this week I could keep some of my stuff around here. Only if you would want me to, I mean.”“I would like that,” I said. “Maybe tomorrow night we can reorganize my stuff better, so you have more room for other stuff you might want to have over here.”“I don’t want to take over your bedroom, Will,” she said.“If for next year we try to get a place closer in that we can share, we can look for one with a big bedroom for us.”“And a big bed for us to fuck in,” she added..