A Little-Self Reflection
“Seriously? It’s all the way out in the woods?”
Becca sighed. Her Aunt Leah had heard that Grandpa Karzok had shuffled off Earth and was just as delighted as the rest of the Zeren family. When Leah came calling, Becca tried to warn her that Karzok’s witchy nature was more than just bluster. She pleaded with her aunt to just leave things alone, to bless Karzok’s death and leave well enough alone.
But Leah wanted the beautiful mirror that her stingy father had kept in his study, cursed or not. So swallowing her doubts, she led Aunt Leah to the location where her family kept the mirror. They were afraid to keep it in their house, but they were even more afraid to give it to a stranger or break it into pieces. Becca’s dad Charles had just set it down in the woods near their house, settled in a pile of sticks. When he left, he’d covered it with leaves. And yet, every time a Zeren came back to the woods, the mirror was uncovered, clean, polished as the day they left it.
It was just as shiny when Becca and Leah saw it in the distance. As soon as it came into view, Becca spun around. She covered her eyes and took in a shaky breath. “Okay, Aunt Leah. There it is. I really don’t think you should take it, but there it fuckin’ is.”
Leah rolled her eyes. She was Karzok’s youngest daughter, his most skeptical and liberal, and his self-admitted least favorite. In a contest of wills, even beyond the grave, there was no way she was giving up. Still, her niece was humbled, changed. Something here was strange.
“Becca, honestly, what happened with the mirror? Why is it ‘cursed’? Am I not the cool aunt anymore? Can you not tell me things?” Leah said. Becca clenched her teeth together.
“It’s just embarrassing, Aunt Leah! When I stared in the mirror, it… well, it changed me! It changed reality! For real!” Becca whined.
“That’s redundant, sweetheart. And vague. And certainly not very believable,” Leah sighed.
“Fine, it stripped me naked! Are you happy?! My dad saw the freckles on my tits! My brothers saw the blonde strand in my landing strip! Got it?” Becca crossed her arms and waited for an apology.
Leah was taken aback for a moment. Then she just laughed, hard and bright and clear. “Ahahahaha! Oh, god, honey, that is a strange fantasy, but Aunt Leah doesn’t judge!” Leah suppressed her giggles for a moment, but Becca’s shocked face just brought them back in force.
Still laughing, Leah approached the nest surrounding the mirror. “So much panic over something so stupid,” she chuckled to herself. And the idea that Becca thought this piece of glass stripped her butt-ass naked- hilarious! Leah briefly considered the idea of taking off her own clothes to freak out her niece. But then she would have to show off her sagging 38-year-old tits, her poochy stomach… and god knows how long it’d been since she did a real trim down there.
In fact, Leah could picture her hairy bush pretty well in the mirror, dark and fluffy and spread from thigh to thigh. It was almost like it was right in front of her. Reflexively, Leah reached down to her crotch, and was shocked when she stroked wiry little curls. Icy shivers dashed up her spine, and she both felt and saw her stubby nipples stand on end. Leah didn’t feel like laughing anymore.
Instead, she screamed. Becca spun around, finding her Aunt Leah’s sizable ass trembling slightly in the cool autumn breeze. “Well, I told you!” Becca pouted. “Now come home and put some pants on.”
A sequel to a previous morsel. Originally posted on Deviantart in 2019.