Three soft knocks on the front door of the home caught the attention of the adult lynx, who hurried to answer. In front of the feline stood an almost identical copy of himself, slightly shorter, skinnier, and about fifteen years younger, with the characteristic shiny fur of youth.

"Hello, Uncle!" greeted the young bobcat.

"Ronald, welcome! Please come in," offered the feline homeowner, stepping aside to allow his visitor into the house.

Ronald entered the home, carrying a small backpack slung over one of his shoulders, wearing a white shirt and brown formal pants, freshly shined shoes, and his hair pulled back in a small ponytail.

"I still can't believe that my dear nephew, the one I played video games with when he was a kid, has fallen into the clutches of evil and decided to enter accounting college just like my wife," the other male scoffed, as he closed the door and escorted his visitor into the study.

"I'm sorry, uncle, but Aunt Rochelle inspired me to make up my mind," assured the young man, smiling at his relative.

"But she's over there writing numbers on a piece of paper! How could she inspire you like that?" protested the adult, pointing to his wife standing behind a large desk.

"I'm sorry you can't find the charm in writing in a major book, dear, but the truth is, there's nothing sexier than doing this," Rochelle replied, sticking out her tongue and winking at her husband.

The adult lynx raised an eyebrow seriously doubting his wife's concepts, then thought for a moment and put a hand on the young male's shoulder to say, "Nephew, you wouldn't happen to be gay, would you? I want you to know that if you like males, your aunt and I will always support you, no need to hide it."

"No, uncle, I'm not gay," laughed the young feline.

"Honey, just because a boy decides to study accounting doesn't make him gay," the woman said, taking off her glasses to wipe them with a small handkerchief.

"All five of your male college classmates were gay!" argued the man of the house.

"Four, Duncan is bisexual. Besides... how do you know that if I never introduced you to them?" inquired Rochelle, raising an eyebrow as she looked at her husband.

"Well... That's because... because there was a lot of talk about it around campus.... you know, the gossip," the adult hastened to reply, swallowing saliva.

"I'd love to keep listening to your babbling, but your shift starts in five minutes, so you'd better practice what you're going to say to your boss today," the woman announced, pointing to the clock on the wall.

"Oh, damn!" exclaimed the adult male as he saw the schedule and hurried out of the room.

"Have a seat and get your stuff out, honey, I'm going to make sure your uncle doesn't forget his head before he leaves for work," the female indicated to the teenager before getting up from her spot and going after her husband.

The young lynx nodded, set his backpack on the table and sat down. As he pulled out his notebooks, pens and reading material, Ronald watched with interest the book his aunt had been writing about, ignoring the rest of what was going on around him.

"All right, sweetie, you're all set, time to get those numbers taken care of," the woman said, walking back into the room.

When the teen heard his aunt's voice again, he turned his head in the direction he heard the sound and blushed as he saw what was in front of him. Rochelle was standing a few feet away from him, with her shoes off, her shirt unbuttoned and a pair of large tits hanging free just inches from her belly button.

"Auntie... " the teenager murmured, biting his lips as he pulled his legs together, feeling a huge erection.

Rochelle moved forward slowly, in a very sensual way, putting one foot in front of the other, as she removed her shirt and tossed it to the floor and then moved her hands down to her skirt and began to unbutton it, licking her lips, never taking her eyes off her young nephew.

"Take a good look at them now that there's light," the female offered, sitting down on the young lynx's legs, wrapping her arms around the boy's head, making his face sink between her breasts.

Ronald took a deep breath as he rested his hands on his aunt's hips, and felt the erection between his legs caress the female's underwear. Immediately, his brain traveled back a few months to his last birthday, where he and Rochelle had snuck off to a dark, empty room to fuck while the others slept.