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WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content and themes of incest. Please do not read if you discover these topics uncomfortable or offensive.

Growing up, I at all times had a fascination with my aunt. She was my mother’s older sister, and there was something about her that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Maybe it was her stunning beauty, or maybe it was the way she carried herself. Either way, I found myself completely captivated by her from a young age.

As I got older, my fascination with my aunt only grew stronger. I would discover myself imagining what it would be like to touch her, to kiss her, to be intimate with her in methods that made me feel wrong and ashamed. I knew that these desires were taboo, that they were something that I could never act on. But that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her, day in and day out.

One summer, when I was 19 years old, my aunt invited me to spend some time with her at her beach house. I was thrilled at the opportunity – not only because I would get to spend time with my aunt, but also because I would be able to escape the stresses of everyday life for a little while.

When I arrived at her beach house, my aunt greeted me with a warm embrace. As soon as I was settled in, we decided to take a walk on the beach. The sun was rising over the horizon, casting a gorgeous golden light over the sand.

As we walked, my aunt told me about her life. She had been married once, but it hadn’t worked out. She had never had children of her own, but she had at all times loved spending time with me and my siblings. I listened intently, feeling closer to her than ever before.

As the day wore on, my aunt and I spent more and more time together. We swam in the ocean, cooked meals together, and watched the sunset over the water. We were having so much fun that it was easy to forget that we were related – that there were certain lines we couldn’t cross.

But as the night progressed, things started to change. We were sitting on the couch, watching a movie, when my aunt placed her hand on my leg. It was a small gesture, but it sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly, the air between us felt charged with electricity.

My aunt leaned over to me, her lips barely brushing against my neck. “You know,” she whispered, “I’ve always found you incredibly attractive.”

I was taken aback by her admission, but at the same time, it felt like a dream come true. I had at all times wanted her, but I never wondered that she would feel the same way.

Without another word, my aunt took my hand and led me to her bedroom. We kissed passionately, our tongues tangling together in a way that felt both familiar and new. As our bodies pressed against each other, I felt as if I had finally found my true home.

We explored each other’s bodies with a hunger that was almost animalistic. We touched places that we had never touched before, unleashing desires that had been pent up for years.

When I was inside of her, it felt like I was finally alive. The taboo of what we were doing only made it more thrilling, more intense. We were breaking all the rules, and it was worth it.

As the night wore on, my aunt and I explored each other’s bodies in every way efficient. We made love over and over again, reveling in the way our bodies fit together so perfectly.

In the morning, I woke up refreshed and content. My aunt lay next to me, her head resting on my chest. We were still in each other’s arms, our love making from the night before still fresh in our minds.

It wasn’t until we were back in our everyday lives that we realized the gravity of what we had done. We still loved each other deeply, but we couldn’t continue to act on our taboo desires. It was a moment in time that we would never forget, but we knew that it could never happen again.

Over the years, my aunt and I maintained a close relationship. We talked on the phone, sent each other letters, and even went on vacation together. But we never crossed the line again. We knew that our love for each other was real, but we also knew that our society couldn’t accept the way we felt about each other.

As I look back on that summer with my aunt, I know that it was a time of exploration and forbidden desires. It was a time when we were able to let go of the constraints that society had placed on us, and simply be in love with each other. It may have been taboo, but it was also gorgeous.
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