Evening fell, and the house was quiet. Maria had finished all her chores. She sat on a chair, tired. Robert walked in from the gym, sweat dripping from his body.
"Wife, are you done with your work?" Robert teased, smiling at her.
"Yes, but my husband just went to the gym and came back," Maria teased back.
"What's next?" Robert asked.
"My hands hurt so much from all that work," Maria said, lifting her aching hands.
Robert's heart raced. He went to her, rubbing her shoulders. He imagined kissing her soft skin, licking her fingers, and taking her from behind, hearing her moan his name. His manhood grew hard.
He took her hands, kissing them gently. "Is the pain better, my wife?" he asked softly.
"No, it's worse now," Maria said, smirking.
Without a word, Robert carried her to the bed. "What are you doing?" Maria asked, surprised.
Robert gently laid her down, holding her hands above her head. "A kiss on the lips? That will fix it," he said, his voice deep with desire.
"No, stop, Robert. Stop it," Maria said firmly. "This isn't funny."
But Robert couldn't stop himself. He kissed her hard, his lips pressing against hers. Maria pushed him away, slapping him.
"Stop it, Robert! What you're doing is wrong. You can't do this to your own aunt!" she scolded.
Robert didn't listen. "I'm a man now. I can't stop these feelings. We're both virgins. Aren't you curious about sex? Don't you want to try it?" he said, his voice shaking with lust and desire.
"I will make you my wife, aunty. I love you. I want to marry you. I don't want anyone else to have you," he declared.
Maria's eyes widened in shock. She slapped him again. "Don't ever talk like that! What you're doing is wrong!"
Robert, angry and hurt, stormed out of the room.
That night, neither spoke during dinner. As darkness fell, Robert slept in the hall, far from Maria's side. The silence between them grew heavier with every passing moment.