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WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content and is not qualified for readers under 18.

My aunt Lily was all the time the black sheep of the family. She didn’t fit into the mold of what my reserved, proper family deemed to be acceptable behavior. She was wild, free-spirited, and unapologetically herself. She didn’t care what anyone wondered of her, and for that reason, I found her fascinating.

Growing up, I spent every summer at my grandparents’ house, which happened to be next door to Aunt Lily’s. She would often come over to visit us, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her energy. She had a way of lighting up a room, making everyone feel at ease with her infectious smile and infectious laugh.

As I got older, I began to notice things about Aunt Lily that I hadn’t before. Like how her short shorts hugged her curves in all the right places, or how her tank tops would reveal just a hint of her cleavage. I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind, reminding myself that she was my aunt and it was wrong to think of her that way.

But then, one summer, everything changed.

I was nineteen, and Aunt Lily had just turned forty. My parents had gone away for the weekend, leaving me in charge of my younger siblings. Aunt Lily offered to come over and keep me business, and I jumped at the chance. We spent the whole day hanging out in the pool, drinking wine, and catching up. As the sun began to set, I noticed that Aunt Lily’s behavior had become more flirtatious. She would touch my arm or brush my leg with hers, and I couldn’t deny the sparks that were flying between us.

We continued to drink and talk for hours, and before I knew it, it was midnight. My siblings were sound asleep, and Aunt Lily and I were left alone in the living room.

“I had a really good time tonight,” she said, taking a sip of her wine.

“Me too,” I replied, my heart racing in my chest.

She leaned in closer to me, her eyes locked onto mine. “Do you remember that summer when we snuck out to that party together?”

I nodded, remembering the time when we had both been grounded but had snuck out of the house to attend a party together.

“Well,” she said, leaning even closer, “I never forgot about that night. And I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”

Suddenly, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips, and for a moment, I felt myself melting into her embrace. I had never been with a woman before, but I couldn’t withstand the temptation of Aunt Lily’s lips on mine.

From there, things escalated quickly. We tore each other’s clothes off in a frenzy, and the next thing I knew, she was on top of me, riding me like a stallion.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was having sex with my aunt. It was taboo, forbidden, and yet it was the most erotic experience of my life.

We made love all night, kissing, touching, and exploring each other’s bodies. Aunt Lily was wild and untamed, whispering dirty words in my ear and driving me to a level of passion that I had never experienced before.

The next morning, we woke up naked, entwined in each other’s arms. I couldn’t believe what had happened, but at the same time, I felt like it was the most natural thing in the world.

From that point on, my relationship with Aunt Lily changed. We became lovers, sneaking around and hiding our affair from the rest of the family. Our summer nights were filled with forbidden pleasure, and I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with her.

Our affair continued for two summers, until one day, Aunt Lily announced that she had met someone and was moving away. I was devastated, and I knew that I would never love anyone the way I loved her.

Years passed, and I tried to move on, but I never forgot about Aunt Lily and the passion we shared. It wasn’t until many years later, when I was in my thirties, that I received a letter from her. She had divorced the man she had left me for, and was moving back to our hometown.

As soon as I saw her, I knew that the feelings hadn’t gone away. We picked up where we had left off, and our passion was still as intense as ever.

Today, we are still together, defying the expectations of our family and society. We know that what we have is taboo and forbidden, but we can not deny the love that we distribute. It’s a love that is stronger than blood ties, and one that will last a lifetime.
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