Once after a very incredible overnight l********* bout with my aunt, once she caught her breath she started crying. It took a lot of convincing to get her to tell me what was wrong. She told me that she hated that she was wanting s** with a man despite being a happily lifelong lesbian, and it was confusing for her that since we started being lovers, she found it being something she wanted more often as a result of our bond as well as the simple contact and comfort and absence of feeling lonely with me living there. I told her I understood, and that for me the confusion was trying to remind myself that while it was more of a relationship of sorts than just the comfort and s***** compatibility that being lovers gave us. That with or without s** I often found myself wanting to ask to share a bed with her most of the time. That set her crying all over again and I did not know what to do. She finally managed to admit that she had been thinking about that too. I told her the only thing I could do was ask her that if she hit the point that she did want that then all she had to do was ask.