It all started when I was 18 years old. I had just graduated from high college and was enjoying my summer break before heading off to school in the fall. My parents had gone away for the weekend, leaving my older sister and I home alone. I was sitting in the backyard, enjoying the warm sun on my skin when my aunt, my mom’s younger sister, pulled up in her car.
“Hey there, sweetie,” she said as she got out of her car.
I looked up and smiled, happy to see her. “Hey, Aunt Diane. What are you doing here?”
“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by and say hi. Is your mom home?”
“No, they went away for the weekend. It’s just me and my sister here.”
“Ah, I see. Well, I won’t keep you from your sunbathing. I just wanted to say hi.”
We chatted for a few more minutes before she went inside to say hi to my sister. I couldn’t help but feel a little envious of my sister – she was a few years older than me and had all the time been the cool one in the family. I, on the other hand, was still trying to discover my place in the world.
Later that day, my aunt came back outside and sat down next to me. “So, what do you have planned for the rest of your summer?” she asked.
“Not much, really. Just hanging out here until I head off to college.”
“Sounds fun. Are you excited?”
“Yeah, I am. It’s kind of scary too, though.”
“I bet. I remember when I went to college. It was a whole new world for me.”
We chatted for a while longer, and before I knew it, the sun was setting. My aunt stood up and stretched. “Well, I should probably go home now. It was good seeing you, sweetie.”
“Good seeing you too, Aunt Diane.”
As she turned to walk away, I couldn’t help but glance at her curvy figure. She had all the time been a gorgeous woman, but now that I was older, I was starting to notice things about her that I hadn’t before. Her full breasts, her round butt… I shook my head, trying to dispel the thoughts. It was wrong to think that way about my aunt.
Over the next few weeks, I couldn’t stop thinking about my aunt. I tried to push the thoughts to the back of my mind, but they kept creeping back in. One day, when I was home alone, she stopped by again. This time, she asked if I wanted to go out for ice cream with her.
“Sure, that sounds great,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
We drove to a nearby ice cream parlor, and as we sat at a table outside, my aunt started asking me about my love life.
“So, have you had a girlfriend yet?” she asked, taking a bite of her ice cream cone.
“No, not really. I’ve had a few crushes, but nothing serious.”
“Well, you’re a handsome young man, I’m sure there are plenty of girls who would love to be with you.”
I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. “Thanks, Aunt Diane.”
We finished our ice cream and headed back to the car. As we drove back to my house, my aunt reached over and put her hand on my thigh. My heart raced as I felt her hand move higher and higher, until it was resting between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m just showing you how much I care about you,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
I didn’t know what to do. My body was betraying me, responding to her touch even though my mind was screaming at me that this was wrong. But I couldn’t help myself – I wanted her more than anything.
She pulled into my driveway and shut off the car. “Come inside with me,” she whispered.
I followed her into the house, my heart pounding in my chest. We walked into the living room, and my aunt turned to face me. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” she said, before pressing her lips to mine.
I kissed her back, feeling the heat of her body against mine. My hands roamed over her curves, caressing her full breasts and round butt. She moaned in response, pulling me even closer to her.
We broke aside for a moment, both of us gasping for air. “Do you want me?” she asked, looking deep into my eyes.
“Yes,” I said, without hesitation.
She led me upstairs, to my parents’ bedroom. We undressed each other slowly, savoring every touch and kiss. When we were finally naked, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs, inviting me to join her.
I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs. She guided me inside her, and I groaned as I felt how wet and hot she was. We moved together in a rhythm as old as time, two bodies coming together in passion and desire.
As we lay next to each other, spent and satisfied, I knew that what we had done was wrong. But in that moment, I didn’t care. All I could think about was how much I loved my aunt, and how I never wanted to be without her.
And so, we continued our forbidden affair, sneaking kisses and touches whenever we could. It was a secret that only we shared, a taboo tale of forbidden desire and sensual surrender.