The doorbell rang, and a moment later my Aunt Susan walked in, a heavy bag in each hand. Mom raced up, kissing her on the cheek and taking one bag from her, helping her carry the contents to drop onto the table in front of me, as I cleared the last of the cookies. The two of them quickly emptied the bags, and my eyes widened. Two pizzas, and two boxes of donuts.
My aunt was two years younger than Mom, but looked almost like a twin, other than having raven-black hair instead of honey blonde. Right now, she had a mild scowl on her face, looking down at the aftermath of my feast.
“Still feeding tubby here?” she asked.
“He's a growing boy, Sis,” Mom replied, reaching down to rub my belly, giving me an instant hard-on.
“Yeah, growing outward. You can pay me back later. I've got to get going.”
“Really?” Mom asked.
It was obvious I had a decision to make, but also obvious that I wasn't thinking clearly. Rubbing the finger, I wished that both of the women in the room were as aroused by feeding me as I was by being fed, and instantly, Susan's expression changed as she sat down beside me, opening the first of the boxes, taking a greasy slice of pizza in her hand.
“You're right,” she said. “I don't get to spend enough time with my handsome nephew.”
A blonde on one side, a brunette on the other, each feeding me a slice of pizza at a time. Somehow I was still starving, but judging by the gleeful looks on their faces, I wouldn't be for long.
“I should stay the night,” Susan said, nodding in self-confirmation. “Maybe even for the weekend. Would you like that?” She looked down at me with a smile as I took another bite of pizza.
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