C12 Chapter 12

Aaron's face flushed, and I grinned as I whispered into his ears and pressed his hand against my chest.

"Doesn’t it seem a little soft?"

Uncle was biting his lower lip and closing his eyes when I noticed him. I murmured softly in his ears, "From this far, you can't hear my heartbeat. You must place your head on my chest if you want to hear."

Hearing me, Aaron regained his composure.

"No," he murmured as he gently pushed me up and stood. He was panting heavily and rushed out of my room.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. I jumped onto the bed and covered my face with my hands. I reddened a little too much.

Ivy, how could you do that? While thinking, I giggled.

But one might doubt why he did not react. Is there a problem with him? No, no, I'm overthinking it.

[In Aaron’s bedroom]

Aaron put his hand on his mouth.

‘She isn’t a child anymore. She is now an adult.’ Aaron thought as he dashed to the restroom to wash his face.

He looked at himself in the mirror. It was pretty large and soft, he thought, looking in the mirror.

"Dammit! What exactly am I thinking? That naughty girl understands how to tease a man to no end. When did she learn those things? She had no idea how dangerous it might be," Aaron murmured.

He had a lengthy shower, but his head was still filled with her ideas.

Aaron looked at the shower while thinking, ‘I have to stay away from her. Ah! That picture began to appear in my head once again. She displayed her cleavage and her lips. Fuck!’

Aaron slammed his hand on the wall, dripping water down his face. His ears became bright crimson.

‘Why can't I forget how she made me feel?’

[On the other side of the story]

In the bathtub, I was lying down.

‘Dammit! Why did you ruin my sleep, Aaron? My entire body craves your warmth and touch.’

I stood up and left the room while wiping my body. I slid my towel in front of the mirror as I stood there. I was checking my whole physique from head to toe. I started thinking about his physique, his broad shoulders, and his palm, where my bosom would fit perfectly. I closed my eyes while murmuring his name, "Aaron."

Then I instantly remembered a funny incident with my uncle.

[A flashback]

Ivy was in her mother's bedroom. She slid open the cupboard door. Her eyes became larger as she saw her mother's outfit.

"Wow, mom has a lot of dresses," Ivy said.

Ivy began to toss away all of her dresses until she came upon a bra.

"Wow, it's very soft," she observed.

Then she went back to looking for outfits.

She mumbled, "Mom's dresses are too long for me," as she tossed the dresses. Then she found a nightdress.

"It’s really cool. I'm going to cut it to make it shorter," Ivy grinned. Tati appeared out of nowhere and said, "Ivy, what have you done to my room?"

"Mom, I was looking for something," she explained, smiling broadly.

"You bad girl, come here!" Tati yelled as she was ready to beat her.

"Please, mom," Ivy said.

"You better come here," Tati said.

Ivy hurried away and shut the door after screaming, "No."

"Oh, my goodness! What am I going to do now?" Tati muttered.

Ivy cut her mom's nightgown in half and sewed it all day. And she finally made it.

"I'm going to surprise Aaron. He'll be delighted to see me dressed up like a big girl," Ivy murmured softly.

"But," Ivy said, her gaze landing on the bra. "But it will not fit me."

Ivy murmured, "I can't understand why mom likes huge bras."

Ivy also stitched the bra. She then put it on first and checked herself in the mirror.

"Oh my gosh, what is this?" she said as she poked the bra cup.

"It's so large," she sighed. "When will mine be as big as this?"

She immediately changed into her nightgown.

"Whatever I wear, I’m more attractive than Aaron's friend. Arona was a shameless girl. She was clingy with Aaron," Ivy said, becoming enraged.

"But me," she said, as she smiled at herself in the mirror. "I'm so much prettier than her," she remarked.

Ivy stepped out of her room and took a glance around.

"Mom and dad appear to be dozing off. Now I'm free to enter his room."

Ivy came and took a place in front of his door. Aaron had left his door unlocked. Ivy pushed open his door slightly and saw him working on his laptop.

‘Aaron is a hard worker. Why is that? Can't he take a break? He gets up so early and sleeps so late.’ Ivy thought.

Ivy walked inside his room and called out, "Aaron."

Aaron didn't raise his gaze.

"Yes, Ivy," he said.

Ivy asked, "Aaron, how am I looking?"

"What now?" Aaron said, returning his gaze. He leaped out of the chair, seeing her like this, and stuttered, "Ivy, what is this?"

"Aaron," Ivy said with a smile as she slowly approached him. Then, all of a sudden, Ivy joyously hugged him.

"How am I looking, Aaron?" she asked.

"What is this, crazy girl? What do you have on?" Aaron remarked, shockingly.

He said, "How did you get these clothes?"

"It's my mom's outfit. But I'm not sure how she wore it. Is it really so tight and uncomfortable?" Ivy replied, her voice quivering.

"But tell me how I look." Ivy had a smile on her face. Ivy reached out to Aaron and asked him to pick her up.

"No, I'm not going to do that. First, go change your clothes," Aaron said. Ivy's eyes welled up with tears as she said, "Why?"

"Do I look bad?" she asked.

Aaron rubbed his forehead. "Yes, you're looking terrible," he said.

"Aaron," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh my God, Ivy, not now."