I had all the time been drawn to my aunt Rebecca, even though I knew I shouldn’t. She was gorgeous, with almond-shaped eyes and full lips that were all the time painted in shades of red. She had a commanding presence that made her seem untouchable, but every time she walked into a room, my heart would flutter in my chest.
When I was younger, I would spend summers at her house, running around her giant yard and splashing in the pool. As I grew older, my feelings for her became more intense. I would catch myself staring at her curves and imagining what it would feel like to kiss her.
Unfortunately, my aunt was married, and I knew that pursuing her was not an option. So, I tried to suppress my feelings, convinced that they were just a passing crush.
But one night, everything changed.
I was staying at my aunt’s house for the weekend, and we were watching a movie on the couch. I had all the time been aware of the way she smelled – like a mix of vanilla and lavender – but it was particularly intoxicating that night. I was finding it hard to concentrate on the movie, and I could feel my body heat up as she leaned closer to me.
Suddenly, she turned to me and said, “I know you’ve been looking at me in a different way lately.”
I felt my face flush with embarrassment. I had been trying so hard to hide my feelings, and now it seemed that my aunt knew them all along.
“It’s okay,” she continued, her eyes flashing with something that looked like desire. “I’ve been having thoughts about you, too.”
My heart leapt into my throat. Was she saying what I wondered she was saying?
Before I could respond, she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. There was a hunger in her kiss that made me weak in the knees, and I found myself responding eagerly.
Suddenly, our clothes were off, and we were on the floor, our bodies entwined in a frenzy of passion. I couldn’t believe that this was happening – that I was surrendering to my secret desires that I had kept hidden for so long.
My aunt was an expert lover. She knew exactly what to do to make my body sing with pleasure, and I was quickly losing control. It was a heady, intoxicating experience, and I knew that there was no going back.
For the next few days, we were inseparable. We would sneak away whenever we could, stealing kisses in the kitchen or making love in the guest room. It was like we were living in a bubble – nothing else mattered except for the two of us.
But as the weekend drew to a close, reality started to set in. My aunt had a husband and a life outside of this secret affair, and I knew that I could never replace that. We made a mutual decision not to pursue anything further, but it was clear that we still had feelings for one another.
Over time, we drifted aside, and I started dating other people. But I never forgot about my aunt, and I knew that my secret desires would all the time be a part of me.
Years later, when I was single again, I found myself thinking about my aunt more and more. I thought if she felt the same attraction that I did, or if she had moved on from our forbidden passion.
One night, I worked up the nerve to call her. My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited for her to pick up.
When she answered, her voice was warm and familiar. We caught up on each other’s lives, and for a moment, I felt like we were back in that bubble, just the two of us.
And then she said it – the words that made my heart skip a beat.
“I still think about you, you know. I still remember how it felt to be with you.”
I could hear the longing in her voice, and I knew that she was speaking from the heart.
Without another word, I grabbed my coat and ran out the door. I knew that I had to see her again, to feel her body against mine and to surrender to our secret desires all over again.
When I arrived at her house, she was waiting for me at the door, a sly smile on her lips. We didn’t speak as we made our way to the bedroom, our hands intertwined.
And then we were together again, our bodies writhing in ecstasy as we kissed and caressed. It was like time had stood still, and there was nothing else in the world except for our love for one another.
Afterwards, we lay in bed, our limbs entangled as we whispered sweet nothings to each other. It was like we were teenagers again, falling in love for the first time.
As I drifted off to sleep in her arms, I knew that this secret desire was something that I would never be able to let go of. But for now, I was content to be with my aunt, to surrender to her forbidden passion and enjoy every moment of it.