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As I sat in the backseat of my parents’ car, staring out the window at the passing scenery, I couldn’t contain my excitement for the summer vacation. My parents and I were driving to my aunt’s house in the countryside. My aunt, Rose, had at all times been an enigma in our family. She was at all times the quiet one, the one keeping to herself, and never really socializing with the rest of the family. But still, everyone in the family loved her, and I was no exception. She was my favorite aunt.

As we drove down the winding roads that led to her house, I started to feel a little anxious. It had been a while since I’d seen my aunt, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. Would she be happy to see me? Or would she be her usual quiet self? My thoughts were interrupted when my parents’ car pulled up to my aunt’s driveway.

As I stepped out of the car, I realized that my aunt’s house was even more gorgeous than I remembered. It was a big, old Victorian-style house, with a sprawling garden that led to a small lake. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing, and the whole atmosphere was perfect for a summer vacation.

As we walked up to the front door, my aunt, Rose, greeted us with a smile. She was still as gorgeous as I remembered, with long brown hair that cascaded down her back and bright green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. She was dressed in a simple white dress that emphasized her curves, and as I hugged her, I couldn’t help but notice how soft and fragrant her skin was.

My aunt led us into her house, and I was immediately hit by the scent of roses and lavender. The interior of the house was just as gorgeous as the exterior, with high ceilings, ornate furniture, and a gorgeous fireplace that dominated the living room.

As we settled in, my aunt offered us cold drinks and snacks, and we all sat down to catch up. Over the next few hours, we talked about everything and nothing, and I couldn’t help but feel that my aunt was more relaxed than I had ever seen her before.

As the sun started to set, my parents decided to retire early, leaving me alone with my aunt. We sat outside on the porch, watching the sunset over the lake. As we talked, I couldn’t help but notice how my aunt’s dress clung to her curves, emphasizing her ample bosom and toned legs.

As I tried to look away, my Aunt Rose chuckled and said, “You know, William, I’m not as old as you think I am.” I blushed, not knowing what to say.

As the night started to deepen, my aunt suggested we move inside, as it was getting chilly outside. As we stepped into her house, I noticed that the lights were dimmed, and the air was filled with the soft strains of classical music.

My aunt led me into her living room and poured me a glass of wine. As we sat down, my aunt leaned in close to me and whispered, “Promise me that you won’t say anything to your parents, but I’ve been lonely for a very long time.”

My heart started to pound loudly in my chest, and my mouth went dry. I was aware of my aunt’s beauty, but what I wasn’t expecting was the heat that started to rise within me as I looked into her emerald green eyes.

As I looked down at my glass of wine, I felt her hand gently touch my shoulder. I looked up, and our eyes met. And then, as if in a trance, I leaned in and kissed her.

The kiss was soft and gentle at first, and then it became more intense. I could feel my aunt’s hands running through my hair, her tongue colliding with mine. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me, feeling the weight of her body pressing against mine.

As we kissed, I became aware of how I had at all times been attracted to her. Maybe it was her ethereal beauty, or maybe it was the fact that she at all times seemed so unattainable. Or maybe it was just the obvious chemistry between us.

As we broke aside for a moment to catch our breath, my aunt took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Once inside, she locked the door behind us, and we were alone at last.

In her bedroom, the air was thick with the scent of roses and lavender. We stood there, silently, just looking at each other, and then we started to undress. First, I helped her out of her white dress, revealing a simple but sexy lace bra and panties. I followed suit, discarding my clothes until we stood naked in front of each other, the heat of our passion filling the room.

My aunt led me to her bed, where we lay down together. We started to kiss again, and this time, it was more intense, more passionate. I could feel every inch of her body pressed against mine, and I wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of her.

I trailed kisses down her neck, across her shoulders, down to her ample bosom. I took one nipple into my mouth, and she moaned softly. I switched to the other nipple, taking it into my mouth, nipping at it with my teeth, eliciting more moans from her.

As I kissed my way down her stomach, my aunt spread her legs, inviting me to explore further. I moved down to her lace panties, and with shaking hands, I started to pull them down. I could smell the scent of her arousal, and it made me more excited than I had ever been before.

As I parted her folds with my fingers, I took my time exploring every inch of her with my tongue. She tasted sweet and musky, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I flicked her clit with my tongue, and she writhed beneath me, her moans growing louder with each touch.

I felt her begin to tremble, and I knew that she was close to orgasm. And then, with a cry, she finally came, her body arching as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

Afterwards, we lay in her bed, basking in the afterglow of our passion. We talked about what we had done and what it meant for us. We knew that it was something forbidden, something that couldn’t be talked about outside of that room.

Over the next few days, we continued our trysts secretly, meeting in her bedroom whenever we could. I knew that it couldn’t go on forever, that eventually, we would have to face the consequences of our actions.

And then, on the last day of our vacation, my aunt held me close and whispered, “This can’t go on forever. But I will always love you, William. You will always be my forbidden fire.”

And with that, we parted methods, the memory of our forbidden love burning bright in our hearts.
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