Still, I was stunned by her words. No one had ever spoken to me so frankly about private matters, and it was jarring. I know my eyes revealed my surprise at her question, and I blurted out.
“Um… what?”
I wasn’t denying or attempting to refute the point, I just couldn’t quite believe my ears. Freya continued.
“Don’t ‘what’ me. I know boys well enough to know when they’re pent up. You’re clearly frustrated. I don’t know why you aren’t taking care of it yourself, but it’s time you do. You should know better by now, especially because you can’t keep your eyes to yourself. I’m your aunt for fuck’s sake.”
Her volume rose as she spoke, until she was nearly yelling. To be truthful, I was very frightened. My aunt was speaking with such bluntness about something so private, and she was cursing at me. My world felt like it had inverted the very moment I stepped through the door. I was speechless.
“Don’t just sit there looking flabbergasted, you need to…”
Her green eyes went to the ceiling for a moment and she drew in a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh, trying to calm herself. There was a terrifying number of seconds before Aunt Freya continued, her voice now low and restrained, her eyes once again locked onto mine.
“You need to go empty your fucking balls right now.”
The words hung in the air. I couldn’t respond, not yet at least. My heart was pounding, and despite my wishes, an erection was coming to life in my pants yet again.
Those piercing green eyes never wavered, but mine did. I looked down, both ashamed and horrified. She hadn’t spoken those last words hesitantly. In fact, she had taken that breath to remain calm. She meant every word, and her composure was to ensure that I understood her sincerity. This wasn’t a fit of rage causing her to speak untruthfully. She was scolding me for… not masturbating, and she was telling me I needed to cum, and she wanted me to do it now.
“I-I…” My mouth was dry, choking my words. I swallowed and tried again. “Aunt Freya… I’m so sorry for-”
“I don’t want you to be sorry, I want you to go cum until your balls are dry and then come back to me, now.”
She really emphasized the “now” in such a way that displayed a complete unwillingness to make this a discussion. It was an order, and it was non-negotiable.
Rubbery legs carried me to my feet, my eyes staring at the floor. As I rose, looking down, I noticed that I was at full mast, and it was straining forward against my jeans. I flung my hands down, pulling my waistband out, quickly tucking my shaft into it, then released, letting it press the erection against my groin. The embarrassment was more than I could bare, and I quickly removed myself from the kitchen, not quite running, but fleeing nonetheless.
Up the stairs I went, on the verge of tears but determined not to let them spill out.
What the fuck just happened?
It was a thought that would enter my head more than once that night.
Ten minutes later, my face was buried in my pillows, exactly where it had been after I first burst through the door. You would think that my mind was racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions as it had a tendency to do, but that’s not quite where I was mentally.