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As a young man, I had at all times been aware of the taboo surrounding desires that crossed certain lines, and as I grew older, it became increasingly clear that those desires were not just wishful thinking. My aunt, whom I visited regularly, was at all times a source of confusion for me, as I found myself drawn to her in methods that felt uncomfortable. It wasn’t until much later in life that I discovered that my feelings towards her might be more than just familial affection.

I remember the first time I saw her in a new light, and how it shook me to my core. We were at a family dinner, and my auntie had come over to visit. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her curves in all the right places, and I found myself transfixed. Her eyes met mine, and I felt a thrill run through me that I couldn’t explain.

It wasn’t until later that night, as I lay in bed, unable to sleep, that I realized what I was feeling. It was desire, pure and simple, and it was directed towards my auntie. I was horrified by the realization, but it was like a door had been opened inside me, and there was no going back.

Over the following weeks and months, I found myself becoming more and more obsessed with my auntie. I would discover excuses to visit her house, just so I could see her, and my mind would spin with fantasies of what I wanted to do to her. I tried to push the thoughts away, telling myself that they were wrong, but it was no use. The desires refused to be suppressed.

One day, as I was driving over to her house, my auntie called me on my cell phone. I answered, trying to keep my voice steady, but my heart was pounding in my chest.

“I need some help with something,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Can you come over?”

I almost swerved off the road in shock. Was this it? Had she somehow sensed my desires and was she now gonna act on them? I could barely contain my excitement as I pulled into her driveway.

As she opened the door and let me inside, I could feel my heart racing in my chest. She led me to the living room, where a pile of boxes was waiting.

“I’m moving,” she said. “And I need some help with these.”

I felt a pang of disappointment, but I tried to hide it as I started carrying the boxes out to her car. As I worked, I couldn’t help but notice how her curves swayed under the tight dress she was wearing, and how her eyes seemed to sparkle with a hidden knowledge.

I couldn’t take it anymore. As we were loading the last of the boxes, I turned to her and blurted out, “Auntie, I have to tell you something.”

She looked at me with a quizzical expression, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I said.

She frowned, and for a moment I wondered I had made a gigantic mistake. But then she reached out and took my hand, leading me back into the living room.

“I’ve known for a long time,” she said. “And I’ve been waiting for you to admit it.”

My heart leapt in my chest as she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close. I could feel her curves pressing against me, and I felt like I was in heaven.

“I want you too,” she whispered in my ear.

From that moment on, things moved quickly. We were like animals, pawing at each other with a hunger that seemed insatiable. We were consumed by our desire for each other, and nothing else seemed to matter.

It was like a dream come true, but there was at all times a nagging feeling of guilt and shame in the back of my mind. This was my auntie, after all, and what we were doing was so wrong on so many levels.

But the passion was too much, and we couldn’t stop ourselves. We met secretly, sneaking around behind the backs of our family, consumed by our desire for each other.

It felt like we were the only two people in the world, and nothing else mattered. We would spend hours lost in each other, exploring every inch of our bodies and indulging in every dirty fantasy that came to mind.

We both knew that what we were doing was wrong, but neither of us could stop ourselves. It was like an addiction, and we couldn’t get enough.

But eventually, the inevitable happened. Someone found out about our forbidden love, and everything came crashing down. It was like a nightmare, watching as our secret was revealed and our family was torn aside.

In the end, we were left with nothing but memories, a pile of broken dreams and a lifetime of regret. But even as I mourned the loss of what could have been, I knew that I would at all times cherish those moments we shared, and that the forbidden passion we indulged in would at all times be a part of me.
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