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I never expected to be attracted to my aunt. She was gorgeous, yes, but more than that, she exuded a natural confidence and grace that made you feel drawn to her. She was the sort of woman you wanted to impress, to make proud. I never would have wondered I’d end up seducing her.

It all started innocently enough. My family and I had come to visit her for the weekend. We were staying in her guest room, which happened to be right next to hers. That first night, I couldn’t sleep. I lay in bed, listening to the sound of her breathing through the thin wall that separated us.

I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I pressed my ear against the wall, trying to hear more. And when I did, my heart skipped a beat. She was moaning softly, as if in the throes of passion. At first, I wondered she was on the phone, maybe talking dirty to someone. But then I heard a deep, masculine voice answering her, and I knew.

My aunt was having sex.

I couldn’t believe it. I was both fascinated and repulsed, my mind racing with images of her naked, writhing on top of some mystery man. It made me feel sick inside, yet at the same time, I felt an undeniable arousal building in my groin. I tried to push the thoughts away, to think of something else, but I just couldn’t.

The next day, I couldn’t look at her the same way. Every time I saw her, I felt a twinge of lust, a desire that I couldn’t seem to control. I watched her every move, the way her hips swayed, the way her breasts bounced. I was consumed with a longing that made it hard to think straight.

We spent the day doing touristy stuff, but I was barely paying attention. All I could think about was her. I kept stealing glances at her, eager her to look my way, to see the hunger in my eyes. I imagined myself running my hands over her curves, pressing my lips against hers.

As the night wore on, I found myself alone with her in the living room. My family had gone to bed early, exhausted from all the activity. I sat on one end of the couch, staring at the TV, pretending to watch it. But I was really watching her, studying the way the fabric of her dress clung to her curves.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, breaking the silence.

I jumped, caught off guard. “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine.”

“You seem distracted.”

I looked over at her, hoping she couldn’t sense the heat in my cheeks. “Just tired, I guess.”

She smiled sympathetically. “Well, you should get some rest then. Don’t want to be dragging tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I stood up, stretching. As I did, I let my hand brush against her arm, feeling a jolt of electricity. “Goodnight, Aunt Carol.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

I headed to my room, closing the door behind me. I paced back and forth, trying to make sense of my feelings. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking these things, that it was wrong to fantasize about my aunt. But God, the way she looked tonight…it was too much to withstand.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted her so badly, but I didn’t want to cause any problems. I couldn’t imagine the fallout if I made a move on her and she rejected me. It would be too humiliating, too awkward.

But then, as I lay in bed, I heard the sounds again. That moaning, that voice. It was like a siren song, tempting me, luring me in. And this time, I didn’t try to withstand.

I got up, silently padding across the hall to her room. The door was open a crack, and I peeked inside, seeing her in all her glory. She was naked, her back arched as she rode the mystery man beneath her. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew it didn’t matter. All I cared about was her, the way she looked when she was lost in pleasure.

I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed the door open fully, stepping inside. She didn’t even notice me at first, too caught up in the blissful ecstasy of sex. But as she finally opened her eyes, she saw me there, watching her.

“Ash, what are you doing?” she gasped, sitting up straight.

“I…I couldn’t help it. I heard you and…I had to see for myself.”

She gave me a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t know you were there.”

“It’s okay,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “I just…I couldn’t help being turned on, seeing you like that.”

She swallowed hard, looking at me with a mix of surprise and, I wondered, excitement. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…I want you, Aunt Carol. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

She licked her lips, staring at me with an intensity that made me almost dizzy with desire. “You’re my nephew, Ash. This is wrong.”

“I know. But I can’t help how I feel. I want you more than anything.”

Without another word, she reached out and pulled me to her, pressing her lips hungrily against mine. I felt her hands on my body, pulling at my clothes, tearing them away. I was naked before her in a matter of seconds, my cock already hard from the rush of arousal that had overtaken me.

She pulled away from me, looking at me with a wicked grin. “You like being so exposed, don’t you?”

I nodded, flushing. “Yes. I want you to see me. I want you to use me.”

She laughed, a sultry chuckle that made me ache with desire. “Oh, I will use you, Ash. But not before I get what I want first.”

With that, she pushed me back against the mattress, straddling me with expert ease. I felt her fingers tracing down my chest, dipping lower, lower, until they were on my cock. She stroked me gently, watching me intently as I squirmed beneath her touch.

“You like that, don’t you, my darling nephew?” she murmured, her lips brushing against the skin of my neck.

“Yes,” I hissed, thrusting my hips upward. “Please, Aunt Carol, don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” She leaned forward, taking my cock in her mouth, sucking me into oblivion. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, the world fading away until all that was left was her and me and the heat between us.

And then, suddenly, it was over. She pulled away, sitting back up, giving me a view of her perfect, round ass. “Now, it’s my turn,” she said, her voice full of promise.

And it was. She rode me hard, her hips pounding against mine, her tits bouncing with each thrust. I felt myself building towards climax, the tension almost unbearable.

“Come for me, Ash,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss me. “Come for me, now.”

And I did. I let out a loud cry, my body spasming beneath her as I came, hard and fast. She kept riding me, watching my face as I writhed beneath her, moaning with pleasure.

Finally, she climaxed too, collapsing on top of me, her body shaking with the force of it. For a long time, we lay there, entwined, our post-coital bliss mingling with the guilt and shame of what we’d done.

But even as we knew it was wrong, we couldn’t help but feel drawn together by the heat of our passion. We knew we couldn’t withstand each other forever. And as we drifted off to sleep, tangled up in each other’s arms, we both knew that this was only the beginning of a forbidden tale of pleasure and passion.
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