AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I award points. No, I don't!
DISCLAIMER: KENNIT! KENNIT! KENNIT! I don't own Starfox.
Katt stood there panting, holding a frying pan; she got from the sink, in one hand, arms folded.
Robert was whimpering in pain, clutching his head, leaning against the refrigerator. He wasn't bleeding, though.
Katt hadn't hit him hard enough to knock him out. But, she was a little late. Robert had a strong hold on her, until he ejaculated.
Katt dropped the pan into the sink, making a loud clash. Robert flinched at the shrill noise, it made his head hurt a little more.
Katt grabbed an icepack, for burns, from the freezer. She bent down in front of her nephew and moved his paws and placed the ice on the bruise. "Hold it here. Don't argue." She picked him up and ushered him over to the couch. She forcefully sat him down. "In thirty minutes will see how it is, then, I want you to go home, and don't tell this to anyone, you hear me?" Katt said, angrily.
Robert nodded.
Katt sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and buried her face in her hands, crying.
Robert stared at her. What have I done…? Robert, then, finally, realized what he had done was completely and morally wrong. But, he still felt a strong urge to comfort her. But, how? He was the one who wronged her.
Thirty-two minutes passed, and Katt removed the ice pack from his head. She examined the bruise. "It seems fine, now." She handed him a few bills for the taxi ride home. "Not a word."
"Can I get a kiss, good-bye, Aunt Kathryn?"
"No. Go home."
"…Please."
Katt stared at him. "What is going through your head?"
Robert blushed, "You."
Katt noticed his face reddening. She slapped him. "Don't do that!" Robert didn't move his face back towards her. He started to cry, too.
Katt sighed. She grabbed his head and kissed his cheek. "There. Now, go."
"No…"
She kissed him on the lips. "There, now go."
Robert didn't move.
She stomped the ground. "Robert, don't make me call the police! I still love you, okay. Even though, you now have made it hard to be around each other, I still would-"
Robert then took off, running down the hall and down the stairs.
Katt stepped back and slammed the door. She turned her back to it, and slid down it. There she cried some more. She hit the door with the bottom of her fist. "Oh, my goddess! What the hell is going on?"
Hmm… this was hard to write. I don't really know how a nephew and an aunt act like after doing "it".
Here We Go!
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