Maya was silent for a long time. I could feel the war happening inside her mind — fear of infection fighting against deep embarrassment and the confusing arousal she didn't want to acknowledge.
Finally she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper and thick with reluctant acceptance.
"…Alright. If it's the only way… then… please do it. Just… be quick."
Her thoughts, however, were still racing with shame and unexpected heat.
[He's going to touch me there again… and put his saliva on my most private places… on the hair above my pussy and on my ass… I can't believe this is happening…]
I spoke gently.
"Aunt Maya… I'm going to turn around now."
I heard the soft rustle of movement as she tried to cover herself.
When I turned, Maya was standing in the warm orange light of the burning log, one hand pressed firmly between her legs to hide her pussy, the other arm crossed over her chest in a desperate attempt to cover her heavy breasts and stiff nipples.
