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As a young man, I had all the time admired my aunt from afar. She was gorgeous, sophisticated, and all the time dressed impeccably. I had a crush on her for as long as I could remember, but I never wondered anything would come of it. I was sixteen when I first realized that my attraction to her was more than just a silly infatuation. I would catch myself staring at her curves every time she walked past me, and my heart would race every time she touched me. I knew that it was wrong to feel this way about my aunt, but I couldn’t help myself.

One summer I visited her place for a vacation, I was excited to be there with her for a whole three weeks, little did I know what was in store for me. She had all the time been affectionate towards me, but this time around, she was more touchy-feely than usual. She would touch my arm, run her fingers down my back, and even hug me for longer than was necessary. I could feel myself getting aroused every time she touched me, and I knew that I had to do something about it before I lost my mind.

One day, we were sitting on the couch, watching a movie, when she leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I know you’ve been staring at me, darling,” she said with a sly smile. “Do you like what you see?” I could feel my cheeks flush as I stammered out a response. “Uh, yeah, I mean, you’re beautiful, and…” I trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

She chuckled and leaned in closer to me. “Don’t be shy, honey,” she whispered. “I’ve noticed how you’ve been looking at me. And I have to say, I like it.” With that, she leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips.

I was taken aback at first, but I quickly melted into the kiss. Her lips were soft and inviting, and I couldn’t help but respond. We kissed for what felt like hours, exploring each other’s mouths and bodies. I had never felt anything like it before, and I knew that I wanted more.

We spent the rest of the night making love on the couch, exploring each other’s bodies and giving in to our desires. It was a forbidden love, but we couldn’t help ourselves. The more we tried to withstand each other, the stronger our attraction became.

Over the next few weeks, we continued our illicit affair, sneaking around and making love every chance we got. We were both afraid of getting caught, but the thrill of the forbidden only made it more exciting.

One night, we were lying in bed together, wrapped in each other’s arms, and Aunt whispered in my ear, “I love you, darling. I know what we’re doing is wrong, but I just can’t help myself.”

“I love you too, Aunt,” I whispered back, hoping that our love would be enough to carry us through the inevitable fallout.

But our love was not enough, and eventually, we were caught. My parents found out about our affair, and they were furious. They banned me from ever seeing her again, and told me that what we had done was disgusting and unnatural.

I was devastated, and I felt like a part of me had been ripped away. But even as I mourned our love, I knew that I would never forget the passion and desire we shared. My aunt had given me a taste of forbidden love, and I knew that I would spend the rest of my life trying to recapture that feeling.
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