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I had at all times felt something for my Aunt Sarah. It was a feeling that I couldn’t quite explain, but it was there. The way she moved, the way she talked, the way she laughed, it all sent shivers down my spine. I know it was wrong, she was family and it was taboo, but I couldn’t help the desire I felt towards her.

It wasn’t until I was in my late twenties that things changed. I had at all times visited her on holidays and family gatherings, but this time it was just the two of us. She invited me to her house in the countryside. I remember the thrill I felt as I drove down the winding dirt road, willing to see her.

When I arrived, she greeted me with a warm embrace. Her body pressed against mine, and I could feel a stirring in my loins. We spent the first few days catching up, sharing stories, and reminiscing about old times. It was pleasant, but I knew I wanted more.

It wasn’t until the third night that things started to change. We had shared a bottle of wine, and as the night grew late, the conversation turned to more intimate topics. She spoke of her past and some of the things she wished she had done differently. I listened intently, hanging on her every word.

As the night wore on, there was a palpable tension between us. We sat closer together on the couch, our legs touching. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, and my heart was racing with anticipation. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t withstand the temptation.

Our gazes locked, and I leaned in slowly, our lips met in a fiery kiss. The desire that had been building between us erupted like a volcano. The kiss was deep and passionate, the taste of her lips was divine. I ran my hands through her hair and pulled her closer to me, wanting more.

The kiss lasted what felt like hours, and when we finally broke aside, we were both panting. We looked at each other for a long moment, both unsure of what to do next. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom, the forbidden passion growing stronger with every step.

We undressed each other slowly, our hands exploring every inch of one another’s bodies. The forbidden thrill was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough of her. She was gorgeous, and I could see the desire in her eyes.

I lay her down on the bed and kissed her deeply, trailing slow kisses down her neck and chest. She moaned softly as I cupped her breasts, my mouth teasing her nipples to hardness. I slid my fingers down her stomach, stopping just before I reached her core.

I looked up at her, seeing the lust in her eyes and the heat in her cheeks. She nodded, giving me permission to continue. I slowly slid my fingers inside her, feeling her wetness as she moaned with pleasure. I moved my fingers in and out, teasing her, and building her pleasure.

As her desire reached a fever pitch, she pushed me onto the bed, straddling my hips. I was at her mercy, and I loved it. She kissed me greedily, her hands tracing every inch of my body. I felt her fingers wrap around me, and I gasped as she began to stroke me.

We moved together, our bodies writhing in pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of our passion. I felt her climax building, the heat of her body growing more intense. With a scream, she let go, shuddering with pleasure as her orgasm washed over her.

I followed soon after, feeling the ecstasy of release as we collapsed into each other’s arms. We lay there for a long time, our bodies intertwined, the forbidden passion still burning brightly.

It was a night that would stay with me forever. Even though it was wrong, even though it was taboo, I couldn’t deny the desire and attraction I felt towards her. It was a forbidden passion, but it was a passion that I couldn’t withstand.
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