Getting Vaccinated [aunt Redheart x Anon]

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>Fuck needles.
>They're not scary or anything, you just hate them.
>That makes you not a wuss, right?
>Regardless, hospitals aren't much better.
>It's a huge building full of sick, dead, and dying people, full of long hallways and people who aren't afraid to cut through human tissue with a scalpel.
>You scuttle to the side of the hallway, allowing a pair of nurses to push an unconscious bald guy past you on a bed.
>He was breathing through a tube. Is that guy even going to make it out alive, or will he join the mountain of corpses in the morgue?
>This place is some Genghis Khan shit, it gets creepier every time you visit.
>How do people manage to work here? Nevermind all these faceless strangers, but your aunt, of all people?
>You never would have guessed she'd end up a nurse.
>Swimsuit model would have been your first guess, or maybe that was just what you were hoping for.
>Maybe you should walk around a bit more and see if you can find her after your shot.
>As much as you hate hospitals, aunt Redheart in her nursing outfit always gets your heart going.
>You have to wonder what your dad would say if he found out you had a raging... thing... for his little sister, but a guy can have his fantasies, right?
>It's not like you don't know your place as the twerp of the family, though, as its youngest member.
>She'd be way out of your league even if she weren't older and a relative, so you don't have any unrealistic expectations.
>Finding the door you were looking for, you notice the lack of windows in the room.
>You gulp.
>If something happens in there, nobody will hear your screams.
>You might actually be okay with this if aunt Redheart were delivering the shot, but what are the chances of that, right?
>Taking a deep breath, you open the door.
>"Hey, Anon! Did you enjoy the walk?"
>You stop in your tracks, not believing your eyes.
"A-a-aunt Redheart?"

>The door behind you closes by itself, but you barely hear it slam shut.
>There she is, sitting on a desk chair, holding a pencil in her hand and a board with some papers in the other.
>Her hair tied up in its usual bun, she's very much conforming to the usual nurse-look, except for one thing.
>She's not wearing any pants.
>Since her white jacket terminates above her knees, her legs are basically on display.
>"So, how's school?"
>Your head jerks up, not sure if she saw you looking.
"O-okay, I guess. How's, uhh... work?"
>She stands up to gather some stuff on the desk, bending over right in front of you.
>"Well, I'm halfway through a 10-hour shift."
>She slumps back on the chair, looking somewhat tired.
>"I hope you don't mind if I kick back a bit, since it's you."
"N-no... not at all."
>Well, that probably explains the lack of pants.
>Your pulse spikes when you see her starting to mess with her hair.
>Within three of your short heartbeats, the bun dissolves, allowing you a rare look at your aunt with her hair down.
>"Alright..." She sighs, reading something in front of her.
>"This is your last vaccine session, congratulations."
>Thank the lord.
>You suppress a recoil as she waves a syringe in front of you.
>It still seems like she notices, if her smirk is anything to go by.
>"You ready?"
>Time to get your tough guy act going.
"Yeah... o-obviously."
>"Okay, take your shirt off."
>Your shirt? Did you mishear?
>She seems to catch on to your unspoken question, confirming with a nod.
>You only had to roll up your sleeve the last time you went, but you're not about to question a nurse.
>Sitting down topless on the hospital bed, you hold out your arm.
>"On three, okay?"
>You brace for impact.
>"One..."
>The needle pricks your arm, causing a jolt to run up your spine.
>"Three. Easy, wasn't it?"
"Uhh.. I-uhh..."
>You refocus your eyes, recovering from the shock.
>Well, at least it's over.
>"Ready for the next shot?"
>Your eyes lose their focus.
"Wuh-what?"

>"Did nobody tell you there's two on the menu?"
"No."
>Trying as hard as you can to keep your composure, you still squirm in your seat.
>"Well..." Your aunt looks you over, her smirk not disappearing.
>"You're a big guy."
>Suddenly finding the strength to go through with this, you hold out your other arm.
>She grabs your hand and sticks the needle in, not bothering with any counting this time.
>"There, all done."
>She walks over to the desk, pulling out a drawer.
>"That should make sure you make it well into adulthood. Want a lollipop?"
>Holding up the piece of candy, you raise an eyebrow.
"...a lollipop?"
>What are you, eight years old?
>"Heh, right, silly me. You're not a kid anymore."
>She opens another drawer and pulls out something plastic, throwing it on your lap.
>"Here, this should suit your age better."
>You pick up the rectangular whatever-the-fuck, holding it up to the light to try to see through the plastic wrapping.
>"Oh dear, did I speak too soon?"
"What? What is this?"
>She giggles at your ignorance, which is more than a little awkward.
>"It's a condom."
>It takes approximately two seconds for the shame to reach your face.
>"If you still want the lollipop-"
"N-no!"
>She rolls her eyes, giggling again.
>"How many times did I tell your parents to give you the talk, really?"
>Your aunt walks over and locks the door, mumbling something barely-audible about responsible parenting.
>"I was going to take a break after this anyways, so I guess I'll just have to do it."
>Suddenly the room feels a lot smaller, making you less comfortable.
"D-do what, exactly? I know where babies come from..."
>"Good, because if you didn't, I'd have driven right over to your dad's office and given him a smack on his face."
>You snort, the image of your no-nonsense father being smacked by his little sister in front of his workmates being very amusing.
>She picks up the condom off your lap, giggling in return.
>"But no, I'm going to teach you how to use this."

"What are you going to do, give me a checklist?"
>Your aunt laughs, but you weren't joking.
>"This is a hospital, not a school. Drop your pants."
"Wait, you can't be serious..."
>"Oh, yes I can."
>She motions you to stand up, which you reluctantly do.
>"This might be the most important lesson you'll ever learn, Anon. Fuck this up once, and the consequences might outlive you."
>Her finger motions downwards at your pants.
>"Drop'em."
"O-okay, fine."
>Gulping twice, you drop everything, revealing your limp noodle pointing at the floor.
>She brings a hand to the top button of her nursing gown, looking at your junk inquisitively.
>"So, can you will it up, or should I unbutton-"
>You reach full mast before she even finishes her sentence, the thought of your aunt undressing being more than enough motivation.
>"Huh, I guess you can. Unlike my ex."
>For the first time in your life, you're actually angry at your penis.
>She rips the plastic, handing you the rubber within.
>"Okay, put it on."
>Squatting down on your waist-level, she seems to be observing your sausage a bit too intently.
>Figuring there's no sense in making this more awkward than it already is, you decide to just do as she says.
>Pulling down at your skin, you push the rubber down your length, watching as the substance forms a protective, tight cover.
>"Yeah, take it all the way down."
"It, uhh... doesn't go further."
>Your aunt stands up, raising her eyebrow at you suggestively.
>"Well, look at you, too big for medium." She reaches back into the drawer, handing you another condom.
>"Try this, next size up."
>While you're carefully fitting on the condom, you notice the top buttons of the nursing outfit are undone, revealing cleavage.
>When did she do that?
>"Anon? You're done."
>Your head jerks up, again hoping she didn't catch you looking.
"R-right, yeah. So is that it?"
>"Uhh, no... not yet."
>She starts undoing more buttons, slowly revealing skin further down.
>"That was step one."

>Your heart starts racing like a rabbit in heat, with the view in front of you.
>The final button going undone, you can see pink, modest underwear peeking from behind the curtains.
>Standing upright, she leans back, right hand supporting her on the desk behind her.
>"The next step..." She releases a deep breath. "...is the important one."
>You attempt to ask if she's actually implying what you think she's implying, but you stutter like a late-onset case of the Tourettes.
>"Come here... and don't worry, I'll tell you what to do."
>Walking over, she keeps motioning you closer until your feet touch.
>From this distance, you can tell you're not the only one blushing.
>"Now..." She pulls her panties down, dropping them to her knees. "Grab my hips, both hands."
>Looking down, you comply, pressing your palms against her hips through her nurse robes while she moves both hands on the table behind her.
>"Don't be shy, direct contact is important."
>Gulping, you flick the robe curtains away, finding the same spots, this time your hands encountering skin-to-skin contact.
>It's incredibly warm.
>"Feels nice, right? Now, just..." Grabbing your erection, she squirms around until your tip is poking at her entrance.
>"There." Both hands retreating back behind her to the table for support, her eyes look directly at yours.
>"Waiting for something? Go nuts."
>Taking a couple of deep breaths, you push inside carefully, despite your aunt's encouragement.
"F-fuck..."
>Sliding all the way inside, the heat is surprisingly intense, even through the rubber.
>"Hnnff... yes... that's step two... f-fuck me."
>You pull back, using your hold on her hips to make sure you don't go all the way out.
>Establishing a rhythm, you slowly increase your pace, noticing the suction effect increasing with every thrust.
>Amazing as this feels, you'd probably be done already without the condom.

>Things on the desk start rattling as you continue thrusting.
>Her face changing expressions with every second, you figure this is going okay.
>"Ahhhnggh~"
>The first moan apparently breaking the ice, she now can't seem to stay quiet.
>Deciding to just continue on, you thrust away with renewed vigor, the protection keeping your premature ending within safe distance.
>"Ahh... o-okay... k-keep it up..."
>Her breathing getting faster, she squirms around some more, wrapping her arms around your neck, pressing your upper bodies together.
>"W-when you-aaahhh... f-finish..."
>She sits up on the desk, wrapping her legs around your waist as you keep going, neither of you caring at all about the rattling noises.
>"Just-hnng... make s-sure-ahhh~"
>You slow down a bit, allowing her to talk more clearly.
>"D-don't let anything... leak out."
>Getting the idea, you speed up again, feeling your aunt grasping your shirt with her palms.
>"F-fasterrrr~"
>The squirming becoming a bit too much, you move your hands up her body, better nailing her to you in the embrace.
>Thrusting at full speed for another couple of seconds, you're getting pretty close yourself.
>"Hhhhuunnngghh~"
>Hearing a long, lust-filled moan released directly into your ear, you rapidly accelerate for the final time, holding on to the condom as you finish.
>A couple of things get thrown off the desk as your aunt's hands slam down on the table, arching her back before eventually coming down herself.
>Both of you breathing heavily as you pull out, you wait a couple of seconds before doing anything.
>"D-damn... I need more breaks like this..."
>She gives you a kiss on the cheek, standing on her feet again, but still sticking to your chest.
>"R-right, uhh... p-pinch the tip, pull it off, tie a knot, then throw it into the trash, or whatever. Easy."
"Yeah... it is."
>"Also, just a friendly tip..."
>She puts a finger to your lips, preventing a response.
>"Girls notice when you keep looking at them."

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