As soon as I arrived at my aunt’s house for the summer, I knew there was something different about her. She had at all times been an attractive woman, but this year, there was a new aura of sexuality that surrounded her.
I couldn’t help but notice how her curves seemed to have become more pronounced and how her once conservative outfits had transformed into tight-fitting dresses that highlighted her features. It was as though she wanted to show off her body, and I couldn’t deny the effect it had on me.
We spent the first few days catching up on old times and reminiscing about the past. It was just the two of us in the house, and it felt intimate being able to spend quality time with my favorite aunt. However, there was something about the way she looked at me that made me feel aroused.
As the days passed, I began catching her staring at me more frequently. Her eyes would linger on my physique, especially when she wondered I wasn’t looking. It was unnerving, but it also excited me.
One night, after a dinner of her home-cooked meals, we sat by the fireplace talking about everything and nothing all at once. I noticed that her eyes kept darting towards my lap, and I knew there was something she wanted to say.
Finally, she leaned in close to me and whispered, “Do you remember that game we used to play when you were a kid?” I wasn’t sure what she was referring to, but before I could respond, she continued, “The one where we would tickle each other until one of us gave up?”
I nodded, feeling my heart rate increase. I could already feel the anticipation of where this was going. She stood up from her chair and beckoned me to follow her. She led me to her bedroom, and it was then that I realized what she had in mind.
With a confident smirk, she climbed onto her bed and beckoned me over. I couldn’t withstand her, and soon we were laughing hysterically as we tickled each other. Her body was pressed against mine, and I could feel the heat emanating from her skin. It was intoxicating.
As we continued to play, there was a subtle shift in the mood. I could feel my arousal growing, and I could tell by the way she was looking at me that she knew it too.
Without warning, she straddled me, her body pressed against mine. I could feel her chest rise and fall with each breath she took, and I knew then that I was in trouble.
She leaned in close to me, whispering in my ear, “I know you’ve been looking at me differently this year. Don’t try to deny it. I want you too.”
With those words, any resistance I had was gone. I was overcome with a desire for her that I had never felt before. Her lips pressed against mine, her tongue exploring my mouth as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies.
It was forbidden, taboo, but it was also the most incredible experience of my life. Her skilled hands explored every inch of my body, and I returned the favor eagerly, wanting to know every intimate detail about her.
We spent the night exploring each other, lost in the forbidden lust that had consumed us. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, that it was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her, and I knew she wanted me too.
The summer passed in a blur of passion and lust. My aunt and I were inseparable, each moment filled with a sexual tension that was almost too much to bear. We explored each other’s bodies in methods that I had only imagined before, unable to control ourselves in the face of such intense desire.
As the summer came to an end, we knew that we were gonna have to part methods. It was inevitable, but it didn’t make it any easier. We spent our last night together, knowing that it would be the last time we would see each other for a long time.
It was bittersweet, the knowledge that what we had done was forbidden. That we had given in to our lust and that it had consumed us both. But even as we said our goodbyes, I knew that what we had shared would forever be a part of my life.
Forbidden lust was addictive, intoxicating, and no matter how wrong it may have been, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.