This choice: Surprisingly she looks totally normal. Hot as hell, but normal. • Go Back...Chapter #11Surprisingly she looks totally normal. Hot as ... by: Unknown Rather oddly for a rich single woman on Velus your aunt looked like a normal person. Well, normal might not be an entirely accurate word you suppose. She would be considered a top model back home, her face alone nearly causing you spring an immediate hard on despite the familial relation (though you were told that on Velus such a relations were much, um, "closer" than they were back on Terrascov IV). She had long thick coco brown hair that went to the small of her back and an oval shaped head with a firm yet slender jawline sporting full lips and a petite nose that separated two big brown eyes. The rest of her was equally as well crafted, her tanned white skin as smooth as silk and not quite as dark as the typical skin tone of your people so you presumed that she like your parents were not native to it. Her hips rump and buxom were all curvaceous to an extreme degree while her limbs and stomach were fit and muscled giving her a sleek athletic look. She was dressed in a short sleeveless black dress and black high heels, an empty glass in her left hand and a sort of spherical device in the other, a hologram image of some kind coming out of it though by the time you took notice of it your aunt had shut the device off and turned her attention to you.
"Owen? My god you look just like your father!" She announced, causing you to wince slightly. "Oh, uh, right. Sorry about that. I was never particularly close with my brother and we hadn't spoken since you were born, so I may be a bit blunt at times. If ever I do that again don't be afraid to call me out." She informed you.
"Alright then." You reply, noting that you now knew your relation to her. "So I guess I'm your new son." You say in an awkward manner.
"Well, at least until you're sixteen. Once you're sixteen you'll legally be considered a Velusian adult, though you can live under my care for as long as you wish, my doors are always open." She cheerfully responded.
"Okay, good to know. So, any rules you'd like to lay down?" You ask.
"Hmm... not many to be frank. Just don't go out without a way for me to contact you, don't break anything that looks too expensive, don't attempt to aggravate the guards, just general safety things. You can ask my daughter Dee I'm pretty lax on those sorts of things and seeing how you're new here I don't want to make you feel unwanted." She bluntly informed you.
"Wait, you have a daughter?" You inquire, having not heard and news of such prior and knowing that Desiree was single.
"Oh, yes. Well, technically yes. I gave birth to her but she's not technically anybody's baby but mine. She's a clone of me with a few minor modifications to make us slightly easier to identify. She's a little older than you, seventeen at the moment, and I'm sure she'd love to show you around Velus and help you get acclimated." She explained.
You were about to ask her more when the door opened up behind you, Wen entering the room with two murky and white tinged cocktails. He hands one to Desiree and another to you, taking you by surprise. "Thank you Wen." She said, taking a sip of her drink. When nodded and walked to the door, though he did not leave. Instead He stood at attention, likely waiting until Desiree gave him another command. "What's wrong?" She asked you, noting your discomfort.
"Uh, I've never drunk before, the legal age on my planet is sixteen for humans." You tell her.
Desiree laughs. "It is here too, but really no one cares. I think you'd enjoy it, and you know how the old saying goes. When in Rome!"
With a shrug you hesitantly take your first sip and almost immediately regret it. While you manage to swallow it it leaves an absolutely awful taste in your mouth. How could people drink this stuff?! "Ugh, what was that?" You ask, hiding your disgust about as well as Desiree hid her wealth.
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