You’re now 18 years old, and your Aunt Shari starts becoming more than the irrepressible source of giggles and silliness she used to be. You start to see her the way most males do: 5’3″, with blond hair, green eyes, jiggly D-Cups, a short, tight frame, and a taut but shapely ass.
The idea of Aunt Shari has become erotically vexing, a confusing temptation, that is, until she bends over in front of you to pick up the remote. Then, something in you simply clicks.
She’s wearing tight gray sweat pants and a tight white t-shirt, and she bobs her delectable middle aged ass only inches firm your face. It’s an innocent, unknowing display of animal courtship.
That night you rumuge through the family albums to find a picture of her to jerk off to. You find one from a picnic that shows her ass in tight pocketless denim jeans, and hurry back to your bedroom.
There, waiting on your bed, is a short, fat, green goblin. He’s smilles widely.
“What the fuck,” you yell, picking up a nearby baseball bat for protection.
“Do not be scared, my friend,” the goblin smiles. “I mean you no harm.” He stands up, and you see he’s no taller than three feet, and only wearing a loin cloth.
“I’m here to discuss your new hobby,” he continues, pointing to the pictures in your hand.
“What do you mean?” you reply.
“Don’t play dumb, friend. Aunt Shari. Today you saw her for her true self. We’ve been fans of her’s for sometime now.”
“What are you taking about,” you grunt, feeling as though your thoughts today are somehow responsible for this visit.
“It’s what we do. We monitor the world for moments like today, where generous, well-meaning young gentlemen like yourself get put in, shall we say, awkward situations.”
You try to process the enigmatic goblin’s intent. “My Aunt Shari. Yeah. What about her?”
“You appreciate her now,” the goblin grins, “her form, her body.”
You look down at the picture in your hand. No use pretending. “Yeah? So what?”
The goblin leaps forward and sidles up next to you. “So…we may have an offer for you, a rare opportunity most nephews will never get!”
“What’s that?”
“Aunt Shari could be yours, all yours. To do what you want with. She won’t know a thing — no one will! Time will stand still, and she will be a play thing for you, as long as you want.”
The idea is undeniably exciting. You feel the blood rush south to your groin. “What’s the catch? What do you want?”
The goblin’s countenance sobers. He turns around and faces the bed. “Shari…I mean, Aunt Shari…is a splendid creature. Not many like her. As goblins, she presents a certain allure for us…a certain…”
“You’re not fucking my aunt,” you interject, angrily.
“No, no — we wouldn’t, unless she agrees of course. We need her for something else, more uniquely suited to our interests…”
“Tell me. Stop bullshiting.”
The goblin spins around. “Fine,” he grunts, “we want her for our dinner!”
“What?”
“Our dinner. Gorgeous middle aged women make the best goblin dinners.”
“You want my aunt for dinner?!”
“To put it simply.”
“Get out of here!”
“I’m serious. Time will forget her, when you’re finished with her. All that will remain of her in the human world is a tangible experience in your mind of what you did to her. We just need your permission.” The goblin’s grin widens.
“My permission? Why?”
“It’s a rule, a very old rule. Don’t concern yourself with the mechanics of magic. We need an answer from you, now.”
You weigh your options, looking down at the picture of Aunt Shari’s ass in your hand.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/btrqn7/writing_prompt_fantasy_creatures_your_aunt_and