You’re saved the trouble of responding when your Aunt Sofie and Carrie come in, holding a massive cage, maybe 3 feet on each end, your cousin-in-law Ben naked, gagged and bound; squirming in his tight confines as even the vorish strength of your aunt and cousin seemed to strain at lifting the combined weight onto the kitchen island. If your mother’s old saying was true, Madelyn would apparently put on quite the symphony in the morning.
“Save some of that energy for your wife sugar,” your Aunt Sofie said, pinching Ben’s cheeks through the cage bars. “You don’t want to go too quietly to the toilet. What fun is it being married if you can’t put on a show at the end?”
“Hurry with those onions, Maxie,” Carrie says, arms crossed as she eyes you again. “We want to let Ben soak as much as we can before dinner.”
Chuckling, Aunt Sofie joins in as well. “Maxie! Congratulations on making it to your 24th birthday! It came as something of a surprise, but I’m happy for you!” Aunt Sofie said, the curvaceous woman leaning in to give you a hug as you stammered a reply, determined not to meet your cousin’s smirking gaze or to show any sort of ‘physical reaction’ to your aunt’s proximity.
“Th—thank you, Aunt Sofie…”
“He’s not 24 yet,” Carrie interjects.
“Well, obviously, we can’t let anything happen to Maxie between now and tomorrow; he’ll make it to 24!” Sofie says, pulling you close as she kisses you on the cheek. “Don’t mind Carrie, Max. She just likes to tease; and Miranda and I appreciate you very much.” You blush as your aunt kisses you, trying not to think about the memory of her shitting out her own previous husband in front of you and the rest of the family… or the number of times you’ve ‘appreciated’ that memory.
“Well, I’m going to go sit with Maddie; she’s husband shopping on her laptop and I told her I would help. I certainly learned a few things after divorcing Leo about what I wanted in a husband, and I know a couple of breeding farms with great training programs.” Bending down to eye level with Ben as he lies on the cage floor, her bubble butt pushing against you as she does, Aunt Sofie whispers “Don’t be so sad Ben, your time may be just about up, but you’ll give Madelyn some wonderful memories to look back on over the next 24 hours.” And with a last little poke on the nose, your aunt leaves, jauntily bouncing off to join Madelyn in her husband shopping.
