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As soon as I walked through the door of my Auntie’s house, I knew something was different. There was an energy in the air, a tension that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. My aunt, a strikingly gorgeous woman in her late forties, greeted me with a warm smile and a hug, but her hands lingered on my shoulders just a little too long.

I tried to shake off the feeling of unease as we caught up over a cup of coffee, but it only grew stronger as the day went on. My aunt seemed to be constantly finding excuses to touch me – a hand on my arm, a brush of her leg against mine as we sat together on the sofa. I felt a flush of heat in my cheeks as I began to suspect what might be going on here.

That night, I lay in bed, unable to sleep, my mind racing with forbidden thoughts. My aunt was beautiful – tall and statuesque, with curves in all the right places. I had at all times admired her from a distance, but I had never imagined her in that way before. It was wrong, so wrong, but the more I tried to push the thoughts away, the more they consumed me.

The next day, my aunt suggested that we go for a walk in the woods behind her house. It was a warm, sunny day, and I was glad for the chance to get some fresh air. We walked along in silence for a while, the sounds of the forest filling the air around us. And then, without warning, my aunt stopped in her tracks and turned to face me.

“I need to tell you something,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Something that I’ve been feeling for a long time.”

Before I could even ask what she meant, she kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss at first, but then it deepened, becoming more passionate and intense. There was no going back now – we both knew what this meant.

We stumbled back to my aunt’s house, our bodies entwined, a hunger growing inside of us that we couldn’t ignore. We barely made it into her bedroom before we were tearing each other’s clothes off, our hands and mouths exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. It was a frenzy of desire and lust, a taboo passion that we both knew was wrong but couldn’t withstand.

My aunt was an experienced lover, and she took control from the very beginning. She made me scream with pleasure as she touched me in methods I never knew were efficient, her fingers expertly finding all the right spots. And as much as I tried to withstand, I found myself falling deeper and deeper under her spell.

Time seemed to stand still as we explored each other’s bodies, each touch and kiss sending us both to ever greater heights of pleasure. We were living in the moment, caught up in a taboo passion that we both knew could never be repeated.

Finally, just as the sun was beginning to set, we collapsed into each other’s arms, exhausted and sated. We both knew that this was the beginning of something that could never be, something that would have to be kept hidden from the rest of the world. But for that one perfect moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the deep, forbidden love that had grown between us.

As I lay in bed that night, my aunt’s arms wrapped tightly around me, I knew that this was just the beginning. We would have to keep our desires hidden, but nothing could extinguish the hunger that burned inside both of us. We were two forbidden souls, caught in a delicious embrace that would never be quenched.
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