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As soon as I walk through the door, I can smell the perfume my Aunt Helen wears – a sweet and musky scent that at all times makes me feel a little bit dizzy. She greets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and I can feel her body pressing up against mine. I try to ignore the shiver that runs down my spine and focus on the fact that she’s family – but it’s becoming increasingly difficult.

My Aunt Helen is stunning, there’s no denying that. She has long, dark hair that falls in thick waves down her back and big green eyes that sparkle when she laughs. She’s at all times been the favourite aunt – the one who takes me shopping and wraps me up in warm hugs when I’m feeling down.

But lately, I’ve been having impure thoughts about her – thoughts that make me feel like a bad person. I try to suppress them, to focus on other things, but every time I’m near her, I feel like I’m burning up from the inside out.

It’s a Saturday evening, and my parents are out of town, leaving me in my Aunt’s care. We’re watching a movie on the sofa, her feet tucked up under her and her hand resting on my thigh. I try to ignore the heat that seeps through my jeans and focus on the movie, but it’s difficult.

As the movie goes on, I begin to feel increasingly uncomfortable. The way my Aunt is touching me is making me feel things I’ve never felt before – things that I shouldn’t be feeling. But she doesn’t seem to notice, laughing at all the right moments and cuddling deeper into my side.

Finally, the movie ends, and we head to bed. I can barely sleep, tossing and turning as my mind races with all the thoughts I’m not supposed to be having. I feel guilty and ashamed, but at the same time, I can not help but feel aroused by the illicitness of the situation.

The next morning, I wake up to the sound of my Aunt humming in the kitchen. I head downstairs, and she greets me with a smile and a cup of coffee. We sit in the sunroom, bathed in warm light, as we chat about nothing in particular.

Suddenly, Aunt Helen leans forward, her eyes locking with mine. “Can I ask you something?” she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” I say, trying to keep the apprehension out of my voice.

“Have you ever…thought about me in a…romantic way?” she asks, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

My heart races in my chest, and I can not believe what I’m hearing. Is she really asking me that?

“I…I don’t know what you mean,” I stutter, trying to play dumb.

“Oh, come on,” she says, reaching out and taking my hand in hers. “You know what I mean. Don’t play coy with me.”

I’m not sure how to respond, so I just sit there, my hand shaking in hers.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she says, the corners of her mouth turning up in a wicked smile.

Suddenly, she leans in and kisses me – really kisses me, her tongue sliding against mine and her hands running up and down my body. I feel like I’m on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and desire.

We break aside, our breath ragged and our bodies shaking. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers, her eyes dark with lust. “But I can’t help myself. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I don’t know what to say, stunned into silence by what’s just happened. But my Aunt Helen seems to know exactly what she’s doing, because she tugs me up out of my chair and leads me upstairs to her bedroom.

Once inside, she pushes me onto the bed and starts to undress me, her hands moving over my body like she’s a sculptor and I’m her clay. I feel like a puppet, completely under her control, but at the same time, I want her with every fibre of my being.

Finally, she’s completely naked, and I can see why she’s at all times been considered the stunning aunt – her body is perfect, every curve and line perfectly sculpted. She climbs onto the bed, straddling me, and starts to kiss me again.

I feel like I’m drowning, suffocated by the intensity of the pleasure I’m feeling. My Aunt moves against me, my cock straining against my jeans as she grinds against me. I can not take it anymore, so I flip us over, pinning her to the bed as I use my fingers and tongue to bring her to the brink of orgasm.

When she comes, she’s so loud I’m sure the neighbours can hear her, but at that point, I don’t care. Everything is tinted with a haze of lust and desire, and all I want is to give Aunt Helen everything she needs.

Soon enough, it’s my turn, and she takes me in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock until I can barely stand it. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she straddles me, sliding onto me with perfect ease.

As we move together, sweat-slicked and gasping for air, I know that I’ll never be able to look at my Aunt the same way again, but at this moment, it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except the pleasure we’re giving each other, and the forbidden desires that brought us here in the first place.

We both come together, collapsing in a pile of limbs and sweat. I can not believe what’s just happened, but at the same time, I know that I’ll never forget it.

As the sun starts to rise, casting a golden light over everything, we both know that this was a mistake – one we’ll never be able to take back. But in this moment, it’s worth it. Every single moment spent feeling guilty and ashamed is worth it for this one perfect moment of pleasure and release.

And even though I know that this will change everything, I can not help but think that it was worth it – every single damn moment of it.
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