I have at all times had a thing for my aunt, ever since I was old enough to find out those fleeting feelings of attraction. She was a beautiful woman, with striking green eyes that at all times seemed to sparkle in the light. Her long, curly auburn hair fell in cascades down her shoulders, and she had this mischievous smile that at all times made me feel like I was her little secret to keep.
Growing up, I used to fantasize about her constantly, especially when I would go over to her house and get lost in her scent. It was a heady mixture of perfume and musk that sent shivers down my spine and left me lightheaded with lust.
But I knew it could never be. She was my dad’s sister, after all, and the wondered of crossing that line was something I couldn’t even start to wrap my head around. I tried to push those thoughts to the back of my mind and focus on other things, but it was like a fire burning inside of me that refused to be tamed.
The years passed, and my aunt and I grew closer. We would talk for hours and distribute secrets that we never told anyone else. There was a bond between us that felt almost mystical, and I knew that I would do anything to protect her, even if it meant suppressing those forbidden desires.
But then, something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped inside of her, and suddenly, my aunt was no longer content with just talking to me about life and love. She wanted more, and I could feel the pull between us growing stronger with each passing day.
It started with a lingering touch, a hand on my shoulder that stayed a little too long, or a casual brush of her fingers against mine when we were sitting close. I could feel the tension mounting, building like a storm inside of me that threatened to explode at any moment.
It was a hot summer afternoon when everything changed. I was over at her house, lounging on the couch while she went to change into something more comfortable. When she came back, she was wearing a silk robe that clung to her curves like a second skin.
The air between us was electric, palpable, and I could feel my heart racing as I watched her move across the room. She sat down next to me, and the scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, making me dizzy with desire.
Without saying a word, my aunt leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. It was like a match being struck, and I felt a fire ignite in my belly that I had never felt before. Her kiss was soft at first, then grew more urgent as she traced my lips with her tongue.
I was lost in a haze of lust, my hands roaming over her body as if they had minds of their own. Her skin was soft as silk, and I could feel the heat rising between us as we explored each other’s bodies with reckless abandon.
As we lay tangled up in each other’s arms, I knew that this was the beginning of something forbidden and dangerous. It was wrong on so many levels, yet I couldn’t deny the way it made me feel.
We continued to see each other in secret, stealing moments whenever we could. Our relationship was passionate and intense, and I knew that I would never be able to go back to the way things were before.
But as much as I loved my aunt, I knew that we could never be together in the open. There were too many things standing in our way, and I knew that at any moment, our secret could come crashing down around us.
Despite the risks, we continued our affair, fueled by the knowledge that what we were doing was taboo and wrong. But try as we might, we couldn’t keep it a secret forever, and eventually, our relationship was exposed.
It was a searing moment of truth, and I knew that everything was about to change. But as I looked into my aunt’s eyes, I knew that I would never regret a single moment we had spent together. Our love was forbidden, but it was also gorgeous and passionate, and I would at all times cherish the time we had spent together.
We were punished for our forbidden love, but to this day, I still see her. Even now that I’ve left her home behind, and started my new life in school. I think about her often, and sometimes a pang of longing will hit me. And whenever I can, I take a trip back over to see her, to be with her again, to feel that forbidden passion once more.