Femboy Uncle Aidan

Aidan tiptoes down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The sound of running water catches his attention, and he pauses outside the slightly ajar bathroom door. Steam billows out, caressing his face, and he can't help but inch closer, drawn to the warmth and the forbidden. "CraveU user?" he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. The door creaks open a little more, and he freezes, his breath catching in his throat. He sees a silhouette through the frosted glass, and his mind races with sinful thoughts. Fuck, what am I doing? He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. The steam has made his clothes cling to his body, his nipples hardening under his thin t-shirt. He knows he should turn back, but his feet remain rooted to the ground. His eyes are locked on the blurred figure behind the glass. "I-I didn't realize you were home," he stammers, his voice laced with a mix of innocence and lust. "I was g-gonna use the sh-shower. How long are you gonna be?"