SCREAM MY NAME, AUNTY

Bella's Pov~

My marriage was running on autopilot.

Wake up. Eat. Scroll online. Walk the dog. Sleep. Repeat.

I took a deep breath, fixed my hair, and walked toward the door.

And then I saw him.

Jack.

My cheap sister had made him come over because this place was closer to his university, especially now that my husband was away for business shit as usual

Except this wasn't the Jack I remembered.

A grown man stood on my doorway.

Tall. Broad shoulders. Muscles filling out his shirt like it was tailored around him. A trimmed goatee. A strong jawline. Eyes darker, deeper like they carried stories he hadn't told yet. His presence filled the space before he even spoke.

"Aunty Bella..."

he said, his voice deeper, thicker, warmer. The kind that vibrated low in your chest.

My breath caught.

For a moment, I forgot how to speak.

This couldn't be the boy who used to run around leaving Lego blocks everywhere. This wasn't the child who clung to his mother's dress at gatherings.

This was a man.

A very handsome man.

"Hey, Jack..." I finally managed. "Wow. You've grown. You look... mature."

Understatement of the year.

He stepped forward and hugged me lightly from the side.

My body stiffened not from discomfort, but from the shock of physical contact I hadn't felt in too long. He smelled warm, clean, and manly. Something like leather and soap.

"Thank you for letting me stay, Aunty," he said softly. "I was scared to ask."

"Scared? Why would you be scared?" I forced a smile. "I don't bite."

Not the best choice of words.

His smile was slow, grateful... almost shy.

"I just really appreciate it."

I nodded quickly, stepping back.

"Drop your bags here. The butlers will take them."

"My room?"

he asked, eyes bright.

"Yes. Your room."

Another lie. I hadn't prepared anything but the moment I saw him standing there, something inside me shifted.

I rode the elevator down, gave the butler fast instructions, and returned to the living room where Jack stood, hands on the couch, eyes roaming the house with awe.

His scent had already spread into the air, warm and masculine.

Something about it made my stomach tighten... something deep and unfamiliar stirring.

"So..." I said, crossing my legs subconsciously as I sat. "What's your major?"

He talked. I nodded. But my mind wasn't following the words, it followed the movement of his lips, the curve of his throat, the way his voice settled low.

I was losing it.

"You can stay here as long as you want," I said before thinking.

He looked stunned. And I'm grateful. And something else I couldn't place.

"Thank you... Bella," he said softly.

Not Aunty.

Bella.

It was ridiculous, but that tiny shift made my heart skip.

We talked until the chef brought dinner. We ate. We laughed. He blushed a few times, and I pretended not to notice.

When he finally went to bed, closing his door gently behind him, I leaned against mine and exhaled.

What was happening to me?

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, remembering the shape of his shoulders under his shirt... the hint of abs even through the fabric... the quiet strength in the way he carried himself.

I closed my eyes.

This was dangerous. Stupid. Forbidden.

But for the first time in a long, lonely stretch of my life...

...I felt something.

Something warm and alive.

Something I wasn't sure I could stop.

Jack's Pov~

I stood in the guest bathroom staring at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened to me.

I wasn't even five hours into this house, and my head was a mess.

Bella Aunt Bella wasn't the woman I remembered from childhood. She wasn't the scattered, soft-voiced mom figure who baked too many cookies at family gatherings and hugged everyone too long.

She was... different now.

Older, yes.

But stronger.

Sharper.

More... feminine. Everywhere. In her posture, in her eyes, in the way she carried herself like she'd lived several lives since I last saw her.

And God, she looked good.

Too good.

I let the shower run, steam building around me, trying to cool the heat that kept crawling up my chest.

The image of her at the door replayed over and over again that surprised the lift of her eyebrows, the way her lips parted for a second, the way her eyes dragged down my body before she caught herself.

She noticed me.

That alone did things to my stomach I didn't want to describe.

"Get it together,"

I whispered, noticing that my meat had begun to rise just by the thoughts of her.

This was my aunt.

My mother's older sister.

A married woman.

Even if her husband never seemed to be around.

Even if her eyes lingered a little too long on me when we talked.

Even if her voice softened every time she said my name.

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing slowly, trying to unclench the tightness rolling through my body, I unzipped my shorts and beat my dick hard,

' She is your aunt for Christ's sake'

A voice said in my head, as if trying to warm me, that my thoughts were that dangerous

I needed to focus on school, on work, on anything except the way Bella smelled when she hugged me warm, soft, expensive, womanly.

I stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over my head, trying to clear my thoughts. But the more I tried not to think about her, the more I did.

The way she said, You can stay here as long as you want, Jack.

The way her gaze searched my face before sliding away like she was scared to get caught staring.

The way her laugh sounded softer now, almost sad underneath the brightness.

She missed intimacy.

Anyone could see that.

And I... I shouldn't even care.

I had a girlfriend.

Or something like a girlfriend.

Helen had been distant for months now, choosing indifference over affection. When I got out of the shower and checked my phone,

I tossed the phone on the bed and sat down, staring at the wall, feeling something heavy clog up my chest. I didn't want to admit it, but it felt like I'd been in a one-sided relationship for a long time now.

Maybe that was why being in Bella's house felt so... intense.

She saw me.

Really saw me.

With warmth, with attention, with something that felt dangerously close to affection.

I rubbed my hands over my face and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling fan turning slowly.

"Don't go there," I whispered to myself. "Don't even start."

But it was hard not to.

After a while, I picked up my phone again, needing distraction. A few memes, a couple of stupid videos, anything to keep my mind from drifting to the sound of Bella's voice downstairs.

Then the screen lit up.

A message...from the one woman I couldn't stop thinking about

Bella: "Are you asleep?"

My heart flipped, stupidly, loudly.

I typed back.

Me: "Not yet."

There was a small pause, then:

Bella: "Just checking on you. The first day can be overwhelming."

Overwhelming wasn't the word.

Overwhelming was safe.

This... whatever this was... felt like something else entirely.

Me: "I'm good. And thanks again, Bella."

Another pause.

Bella: "Goodnight, Jack."

I stared at her message longer than I should have.

Before I could stop myself, I typed:

Me: "Goodnight, Bella."

Not Aunty.

Just... her name.

I placed the phone down and exhaled, my whole body buzzing with a frustration I couldn't shake off. It wasn't desire, exactly or maybe it was but it was tangled with confusion, with guilt, with curiosity, with a strange pull toward something I had no business wanting.

I lay there in the dark, the quiet of the house wrapping around me. This place was huge, silent, almost too perfect like a museum where nothing moved unless Bella walked through it.

And tomorrow, I'd see her again.

Her smile.

Her walk.

Her softness.

Something inside me tightened.

I ran a hand over my face, whispering to the ceiling like a confession:

"Please don't let me mess this up."

Because deep down, in the part of me I didn't want to admit existed, I already knew the truth:

If Bella kept looking at me the way she did...

If she kept talking to me in that soft, tired, warm voice...

...I wasn't sure I'd be able to pretend I didn't feel it.

Her presence.

Her attention.

Her loneliness.

And the heat underneath all of it.

A heat that matched mine, whether either of us wanted to say it out loud.

I closed my eyes, drowning in it in the forbidden ache, in the pressure building beneath my ribs, in the pull neither of us asked for.

This was only the beginning.

And I could already tell...

It was going to get complicated.

ADRIEN

Yes...right there... suck me good"

I moaned as I cummed right on that beautiful bitch face, she wasn't offended, instead she wanted more of me, of this and oh fuck, it has never felt this good

"Fuck me daddy"

She said as she pushed all the files away from the table, before balancing herself on the table and spreading her legs widely and oh fuck, I don't think I have never seen such a curvy woman in my life than her.

I didn't wanted to waste any more time, I could not keep still anymore any longer

I stood up, squeezed hard onto her full breasts for a bit, before placing my long cock into her wet dripping pussy, that immediately made her start moaning hard

"Ouuuu, yes!, yes!, don't fucking stop please!"

That was the incidence of last night with one of my fucking mistresses, but I still remembered perfectly, every single sexy shit, cause it was just too good

"Oh lord help me"

I brought myself back to reality, and ran a hand over my face as the hotel room door clicked shut behind me.

Another long day. Another fake smile. Another endless meeting. Another city I didn't care about.

And another phone call from Bella waiting on my screen like a responsibility I wasn't ready to carry.

I loved my wife once. Madly. With the kind of intensity a young man gives before life dulls him down. But over the years, things shifted. Slowed. Broke quietly.

We had gone from passion to routine, from routine to silence, and from silence to... whatever this distance was.

And now, there was someone else.

Someone I shouldn't be thinking about.

Someone I shouldn't be comparing Bella to.

Someone who made things complicated.

My phone buzzed again.

Bella.

I sighed and picked it up.

"I'll ask one more time who left the house by eight this morning?"

I didn't mean to sound harsh, but exhaustion sharpened every word.

On the other end, she let out a mocking laugh that used to be cute years ago. Now it just felt like a reminder that we didn't speak the same language anymore.

"Ouu, I'm so scared," she said in that tone she used whenever she felt helpless but refused to show it.

I rubbed my forehead. I didn't want to argue. Not tonight. Not after the day I'd had.

"Bella, just answer the question."

"Oh, now you want to talk calmly," she snapped. Her voice shook slightly, and I hated that I heard it. Hated that I knew it was because of me.

"I'm sorry,"

I muttered the most meaningless apology in the world at this point.

"Sorry about what? You yell at me, talk to me like an employee, disappear for weeks, and now you want to apologize? For what exactly?"

Her words cracked at the edges.

I closed my eyes.

"Bella," I tried again, softer this time. "I shouldn't have raised my voice. Just tell me what's going on at home."

Silence stretched for a beat too long.

"It's Jack,"

she whispered finally.

"Jack?" I sat up straighter. "Your nephew?"

"Yeah. Liliana asked if he could stay until he got enough money for his apartment."

"And you didn't think to tell me?"

My tone sharpened automatically, a reflex I'd developed somewhere between board meetings and broken communication.

"What can I say?" she shot back. "You're never home."

Her words landed deep.

And I hated that she was right.

I exhaled slowly.

"Bella... don't weaponize my job."

"I'm not. I'm just telling you the truth."

I leaned back on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Fine. Tell me what you want from me."

She paused. I could practically hear her thinking, chewing on her bottom lip the way she did when she was afraid of asking for too much.

Then, softly:

"I want a loving home."

Those words hit harder than any argument we'd ever had.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, even though deep down, I already knew.

"Adrien... When was the last time we went on a date?" she whispered. "When was the last time we had a night to ourselves? When was the last time you touched me and reminded me that I'm still your wife?"

Her voice cracked.

That sound used to break me.

Now it only reminded me how far we'd fallen.

"I've been working," I said quietly. "You know that."

"I know," she said. "I know, Adrien. But love needs time. And you haven't given me any."

I rubbed my chest, feeling a strange heaviness sit there.

"If you want me to stop crying," she added, "promise me you'll make time for us."

My throat tightened.

"I promise."

"No," she said firmly. "Not like that. Give me a date. A real one."

I stared at the wall.

I never fully unpacked the suitcase.

At the untouched dinner sent up hours ago.

At everything I'd built outside my marriage... and everything I'd let shrink inside it.

"I'll be done with this work tour in three weeks," I said finally. "I'll come home early next month. We'll spend the whole weekend together."

"The weekend?" she whispered. "Only the weekend?"

She was right again.

I could take more time.

I just... didn't want to.

But the guilt pushed the words out anyway.

"Fine," I sighed. "A whole week. Just us."

Her voice softened instantly. "Thank you, baby. I miss you."

I swallowed hard.

"I miss you too."

A lie?

Maybe.

Partially.

Emotionally complicated.

"You know..." she said, clearing her throat with a teasing tone she probably hoped would lighten the mood, "it's been a while since you..."

"Don't," I cut in gently. "Please."

She quieted. And the silence between us turned fragile again.

She changed the topic with forced brightness.

"The girls came visiting from the boarding school today and they want to talk to you, let me get them"

A few seconds later, the triplets' voices filled the call:

"Daddy!! Mommy!! Omg, it's been forever!"

I smiled despite myself. Their energy, their joy, their youth all washed over me like a reminder of what my life looked like before everything got twisted.

We talked, laughed, listened to their school drama, their tiny arguments, their growing-up stories. For a moment, I let myself feel the warmth of being a father. A husband. A man who built something real.

But underneath it...

A different truth simmered.

A truth with a name.

A truth waiting in another hotel room two floors below mine.

A truth I wasn't proud of, yet couldn't fully walk away from.

When the call ended and the screen went dark, the silence felt heavier.

The guilt settled in.

But the craving for escape settled deeper.

And I knew...

I knew exactly who I'd end up seeing before the night was over.

Bella's Pov~.

"Fifty Shades tonight?"

Adrien... my good for nothing husband never showed up, I had waited patiently for him, his flight was suppose to land this afternoon. He was suppose to be by my side this night, catching up with me, fucking me hard, proving to me he still had this marriage under contro

Proving to me he still fucking loved me, but everything all went to blaze, he never came and instead made one of his mistresses call me, to tell me that this wasn't one crazy nightmare, but the cold harsh reality

He had move on, no the marriage might still stand because of our kids, but the truth was that the relationship between us was far fucked up already to be recovered

Few hours ago, I had broken down, cried my life away, lost my mind, but then something changed, and it's funny how someone..how my nephew could be the very cause of it

"Fifty shades tonight?"

When I stepped out of my room, I didn't want to look like I was heartbroken.

So I put on a satin nightgown, the soft, deep wine-colored one that hugged me in all the right places.

I brushed a little gloss on my lips.

Tied my hair loosely.

And walked out as if I hadn't spent the last hour falling apart.

Jack knew something was up, but he didn't ask me, instead he decided to cheer me up in his little way possible,

I looked to the side and saw that he had already made popcorn, the simple smell filling the air. He looked up at me and froze.

His eyes dipped for one heartbeat too long.

Then he blinked, trying to mask it.

I didn't comment.

I just walked closer, calm on the outside, trembling underneath.

"I mean if you want."

His jaw tightened, and I nodded, my legs crossed, the thin fabric of my gown sliding softly against my skin.

He sat closer than before, his warmth brushing against my arm, every small movement sending little sparks under my skin.

The lights were dim.

The air-conditioning hummed softly.

The movie glowed on the screen.

But the tension between us was louder than all of it.

At some point, I shifted slightly and that small movement must have pulled at the top of my gown.

Because suddenly, I felt his hand brush the edge of my boobs.

It wasn't intentional.

Not at first.

Just a graze.

But when he realized how close he was...

he didn't move away.

Slowly almost like he was afraid to break whatever strange, fragile thread tied us together his fingers slid gently over the thin strap.

My breath caught.

Everything inside me tightened.

He wasn't touching me.

Not really.

But the air between us felt touched.

He looked at me really looking, trying to read my reaction, waiting for a sign to stop, to pull back.

I didn't stop him.

I didn't move away.

My heartbeat filled my ears as his hand hovered near my shoulder, warm, uncertain, trembling just a little.

We weren't doing anything wrong.

Not yet.

But one more inch...

One more breath...

And the line between wrong and irresistible would blur beyond repair.

I turned my eyes back to the movie, pretending to focus.

But my body felt every inch of him beside me.

Every breath he took.

Every bit of heat radiating off him.

This was dangerous.

And I was too hurt, too lonely, too tired of being invisible to care.

And in that dim living room, under the soft light of an erotic movie and the heavy silence of two people fighting their own thoughts...

My heartbeat filled my ears as his hand hovered near my shoulder, warm, uncertain, trembling, and then I heard his voice

"I know you are hurting"

From his mouth to me? My thoughts scattered, and I could just have changed the topic or walked out of the living room. No one would question me, but instead my lips ended up doing the opposite, cause it was tired of living a lie and wanted at least a spark

My lips knew all my weakness

"I know"

His face?

He looked a little bit shocked that I replied to him, but it didn't make him push me away either, instead he let out a little smile and fuck no, it made me so wet, I could die

It was this temptation and desire that made me lean forward to kiss him. I cupped his cheeks, holding his face to mine, though I doubt he had any intention of breaking the kiss anyway, but as of now, I knew I couldn't stop myself anymore so I did it.

I fucking kissed my nephew, tasting his lips and falling deeper into lust and everything that felt so wrong, but he? He didn't push me away like I thought he would, instead he placed his warm manly hand on my waist and kissed me back

As our kissing continued, his hands begin to move and I started to feel it sliding up and down my sides before his fingers slipped under and I shivered at how cold his skin on mine was.

We both let out a sigh but didn't break the kiss still. I felt his tongue brush against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth for it.

Our tongues fought each other, and I let out a small, soft moan.

Despite not wanting it to end, I turned my head quickly, forcing our lips apart, but instead of stopping, he continued to plant kisses up and down my neck.

Oh god, it felt so good... and at that moment, I knew where this was leading..

We moved into a more comfortable position where I was laying down and Jack was on top of me. This was escalating very, VERY quickly. As we continued to make out, I could suddenly feel something between us.

I wasn't stupid or naive. I knew what it was, His erection.

I shifted slightly and parted my legs letting him lay between us, making it more comfortable for the pair of us. He slid the palms of his hands up both of my thighs before hooking my legs around his waist.

The movement repositioned his hardening cock into a more... intimate position, but it didn't bother me at all.

When his hand cupped my cheek again, something shiny made me rethink and I turned to look. It was his eyes, the eyes of a young man doing things with his aunty, the eyes of a young man that might not even know what he wants.

Was I stealing his life away from him? With all this my sad fate that he couldn't help but pity me? What was I doing?

Reality hit me and I pushed him away, sitting up. I covered my face feeling both embarrassed and ashamed of myself.

"What's wrong?" I shook my head, willing myself not to cry. I can't believe I did that... that I was doing this. "Hey?" He took my hands away from my face and slid off the sofa, getting on his knees in front of me.

"I just can't believe I'm doing this?"

"Didn't you want to?"

"No, I did just... Adrien... Jack... This is all just too soon. For the both of us".

He didn't question me, he nodded, understanding and stood up.

"I understand if you're not ready but please don't think am a kid"

"Jack, You're my nephew"

"Not for much longer"

"What did he meant by that?"

My thought exploded again.

I could see this was an agreed to disagree situation. Maybe I should leave after all...

"Look, I'm going to go... Ok?" He just shrugged. I felt bad, but I wasn't really sure what to do. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek and apologised again before I got up and left. This time, he didn't try to stop me, and I was grateful for that...