Let me write a record about me and my aunt (repost)

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Just some random notes, I'm not a professional writer. Some things aren't very clear in my memory because it's been a while, so please don't read if you're looking for nitpicking. My maternal grandmother's house is in the countryside. My aunt mostly lived with us during her high school and university years after graduating from junior high. That's the background.
My aunt was born in 1986, four years older than me. We grew up together, were very close, and she doted on me. My aunt is very beautiful, the kind of beauty that grows on you, with a cool and elegant air. However, she's rather timid and easily frightened, the kind who just accepts whatever comes her way. I remember when I was in junior high, my aunt was in high school, and she had many suitors and received many love letters. Every time she came home, we would read the love letters others had written to her together. This led to my rapid improvement in flirting skills during junior high, which indirectly fueled my later desire to have her. In
my second year of junior high, I had a girlfriend, touched her breasts, and kissed her—it felt so damn wonderful. Later, looking at my aunt's well-developed body, I started having inappropriate thoughts.
My aunt's first boyfriend was from the next county. He was quite tall, and he was the one who took her virginity. One time, my aunt came home crying. I asked her what was wrong, and at first she didn't want to talk about it, but then she said the guy wanted to break up with her. I said, "Okay, then break up." But then my aunt said that guy had taken pictures of her. I was puzzled; what was wrong with taking pictures? My aunt stammered that it was of her without clothes... Having always stood up for my aunt, I had no choice but to go find that scumbag again. Back then, the term "scumbag" didn't exist... When I found him, I bluntly stated my purpose: break up was fine, but he had to hand over the film. Digital cameras weren't common in our county back then; everyone used point-and-shoot cameras with film. After a beating, the scumbag handed over the film. After threatening him repeatedly and confirming it hadn't been developed, he finally relaxed. I still remember looking at the film against the sunlight when I checked it—my aunt's poses... so provocative... For a while afterward, I teased my aunt about this, and she would always blush and avoid me. It aroused me. It was from then on that my feelings for my aunt slowly changed.
Later, I occasionally peeked at her showering a few times; that figure… wow… Once, during one of my peeping sessions, my aunt discovered me and chased me to my room, wearing a scarf and yelling at me… But looking at her wet hair… her curvaceous figure… I really wanted to pounce on her… but I was too cowardly back then…
Later, I went abroad to study… and came into contact with 91… My mindset changed drastically… Around that time, I met a friend… who had drugs… Seeing the photos and videos he'd taken with drugs… exciting… I decisively used my scholarship money to buy a digital camera. My first Sony camera was about to begin my blissful sexual life with my aunt… I successfully obtained the drug and instructions from a friend. Those in the know understand that it's now a Class I controlled substance. (A word of caution: using this drug carries risks; you could go to jail. Be careful.) After getting it, I eagerly awaited my return home. Summer vacation finally arrived. But once home, I realized that my meticulously planned scheme was now fraught with hesitation.
I spent a week in agonizing indecision. Then, the opportunity arose. My parents had to return to their rural hometown for three days to handle some matters. Only my aunt and I were home; she was already at work and wouldn't be back until 5 PM. The first day after my parents left was filled with hesitation; I couldn't bring myself to drug my aunt. The second day was the same. The third day... I couldn't resist any longer. I called my aunt to confirm she would be home after work that evening. I prepared to put the drug in her water. Those who have done this understand... Before the plan was implemented, I was restless and excited. I kept looking out the window. Finally, my aunt came home.
As my friend had suggested, I put the medicine in her water (details omitted to prevent children from imitating). When my aunt came in, my hand trembled as I handed her the water; my heart was pounding. Luckily, she was probably really thirsty and drank it all in one gulp. The real ordeal began. While waiting for the medicine to take effect, my voice trembled. I had no choice but to excuse myself to the bathroom. I listened to the sounds outside the door. About 15 minutes later, my aunt called me to come out; she was sleepy and needed to wash her face to wake up. I opened the door, and my aunt almost pounced on me. Looking at her dazed eyes, I struggled internally. Holding my aunt's hand, I found myself unconsciously wanting to rub her arm. I helped her wash her face, then we sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. She said she was sleepy, so I said, "Then lie down for a while, take a nap with your head on my lap." She laughed and called me a little rascal, then turned and went back to her bedroom. I continued watching TV in the living room, and after another long ten minutes, I quietly approached her bedroom. I could hear her snoring softly. At this point, I was still struggling internally. But, driven by lust, I pushed open the bedroom door. I gently nudged her, no response. I rubbed her face hard, no response. I pinched her arm hard; she looked pained, but didn't open her eyes. I knew my chance had come. Although I had fantasized about this scene countless times, seeing it actually happen still caused some struggle. Through her t-shirt, my hand gently caressed her breasts. My trembling hand and rapid breathing revealed my inner tension. My hand slipped inside her bra, and when it touched her soft breasts, I exploded... I stripped naked... Slowly, I pulled down my aunt's shorts... Looking at my aunt's sexy body, clad only in her bra... My lower body was already erect... I kissed my aunt's sexy lips, whom I had longed for day and night... I caressed her soft breasts... Her thick, bushy pubic hair... My trembling hand put on the prepared condom, and I thrust in... I don't know if it was the drug or from my kisses, but her vagina was slippery... It was so tight... I
almost couldn't hold back... I slowly thrust in and out a few times... Then I felt my penis go numb... I was about to ejaculate... The feeling of excitement and tension is indescribable... It was just so good...
Afraid of ejaculating, I didn't dare to thrust quickly... I could only touch her breasts first to calm myself down... Shamefully... As I touched her, my aunt seemed to get aroused; her lips parted slightly, and her breathing became rapid. This expression sent a chill down my spine. I ejaculated. After pulling out my penis and wiping it clean, I realized I hadn't brought my camera. Naked, I ran to my bedroom to get it and, trembling, took pictures of various parts of my aunt's body. While taking pictures, my penis became aroused again. Youth is wonderful... I changed the condom and took a close-up of penetration. This will be my secret weapon for controlling my aunt in the future.
Because I had already ejaculated once, this time I lasted longer. Because I was worried about being discovered by my aunt, although I planned to use the photos to blackmail her, I didn't dare to thrust too hard.
After ejaculating a second time, I quickly cleaned up the mess, helped my aunt get dressed, because her bra had three clasps, and in my haste taking it off, I didn't remember which clasp it was, so I clasped the first one when putting it back on. After cleaning up, I ran back to my bedroom with my camera to admire the photos. Back in the bedroom, looking at the lewd photos
of my aunt on the camera, my penis got hard again, and my hand unconsciously started masturbating. I fell asleep while masturbating... In my dream, I heard my aunt's voice. I groggily got up and realized I was completely naked. I hurriedly put on my clothes and went outside. Looking at my aunt's back as she sat on the sofa, my feelings were... a mix of emotions. Pretending to be calm, I walked over and secretly glanced at her. Her face was flushed... (Later I learned that after waking up, my aunt felt groggy. She came out to call me, but I didn't respond, so she came into my bedroom to call me, and then she saw me naked and my erect penis.) I tried to remain calm and asked my aunt if she was hungry and wanted to go out to eat. Perhaps she wanted to ease the awkwardness, or maybe she was genuinely hungry, so we went out to eat. I'll skip the details of the meal, but we drank a few bottles of beer. I returned home slightly drunk... I don't remember much after that. Anyway, nothing happened that night. I don't know if my aunt knew I drugged her. My relationship with my aunt remained the same. It's just that I saw a lewd glint in her eyes now. I feel like she could probably sense it too.
The turning point came near the end of summer vacation. My aunt was off work that afternoon, and we had agreed to go to the supermarket together to buy some snacks to take abroad. With nothing to do at noon, I was browsing forums when I saw a post about a man who was caught stealing. He demanded his widowed mother come to pick him up, but then forced himself on her in front of him. He saw her entire body and used this to blackmail her into becoming his plaything. This post got me incredibly aroused. My mind was filled with images of my aunt being naked and having sex with me. Just as I was getting into it, my aunt came home early. I don't know where I got the courage, but I suddenly said to her, "Come here, I'll show you something." I regretted it immediately. I don't even know how I said those words. Was it fate? Although I regretted it immediately, and then chickened out, afraid to grab the camera... afraid my aunt would tell my mom, and she'd probably kill me... But thinking about that post... I was going to take the plunge... I got up and went to the bedside table to get the camera filled with my aunt's lewd photos. Sitting on the bed, I said to her, "I'll show you a secret." She looked at me curiously and asked what it was. I said, "Go lock the door. This secret is only for the two of us." My aunt, after being coaxed, went and locked my bedroom door. I sat on the edge of the bed, holding the camera, still struggling internally. Should I coerce her? Forget it... In the end, my lust won out. I steeled myself... I'll go for it. Anyway, my aunt is weak-willed... Anyway... It sounds long-winded, but it was just a fleeting thought. At that moment, my aunt sat down next to me.
She took the camera and examined it carefully. Back then, in our small county, owning a Sony digital camera was considered quite good. She even praised me for my good grades and the many scholarships I received. But when she saw her own photo, she suddenly stood up, her whole body trembling, her eyes filled with disbelief, staring blankly at me, tears welling up in her eyes. It broke my heart. I got up and hugged my aunt. She didn't push me away, repeatedly asking me, "Why? Why? Why?"... I just held her tightly, saying nothing. Later, when I asked my aunt how she felt when she saw the photo, she said she was first angry, then aggrieved, wanting to smash the camera, but then thinking it was too expensive.... Later, my aunt quietly told me that that night, thinking back on it, she felt a slight excitement.... Continuing on, I hugged my aunt, and she kept asking me why. I panicked too. Looking at my aunt's aggrieved expression, for a moment, I felt a pang of regret. My aunt asked me if she could delete the photos. I didn't answer, just held her like that. Suddenly, her hand holding the camera slipped, and the camera fell to the ground. Luckily, it was a high-quality Sony camera. She pushed me away forcefully. I felt her chest heaving more and more. I heard my aunt's breathing becoming increasingly rapid. I knew she was truly angry; this was the prelude to her outburst. I could only resort to the sweet talk I'd practiced since middle school, saying, "Auntie, I really like you, and I'm controlling myself. I really wanted to do it..." After a string of sweet words, my aunt gradually calmed down. Perhaps because she'd always doted on me since childhood, she actually calmed down slowly and even comforted me. Later, she gently pushed me away and softly asked, "Can you delete the photos? She'll act like nothing happened." I continued, feigning pitifulness, asking, "Can I still ask you if I want to do it again?" (I felt a little shameless, but then again, shamelessness is the best weapon against someone who has even a slight interest in you). My aunt firmly said no. I then pleaded, "Then I won't delete them... That way, when I want to, I can handle it myself." My aunt sighed softly and said, "Delete it. It won't be good if others see it." Then she got up and left. I pondered her words. Did she agree that I could come to her if I wanted to do something again? Otherwise, why would she sigh? Otherwise, why would she insist I delete it? But I still didn't have the courage to chase after her and ask clearly. (Thankfully, I didn't chase after her then; if I had, I probably would have been in serious trouble.)
I remember that dinner was incredibly awkward. When my parents asked why I hadn't gone to the supermarket, my aunt blushed, and I stammered, not knowing how to answer. Midway through the meal, my aunt said she was full and left. (The consequence of this was that I didn't get any Chinese snacks that semester, but I still benefited because I got to taste my aunt's charms again the next day.)
Nothing more was said that night. The next day, my parents went to a meeting at their company, leaving only my aunt and me at home. I forget why my aunt didn't go to work that day. After getting up, while I was making noodles in the kitchen, my aunt came out to the bathroom wearing only her pajamas—thin pajamas in the summer, outlining her figure… Damn... When our eyes met, my aunt visibly flinched. I teased her with a grin, saying, "What are you afraid of? I've seen them all naked." My aunt rolled her eyes at me and turned to go to the bathroom. From that look, I sensed something else (later, when I asked, I realized it was just my own feeling; my aunt didn't mean to seduce me at the time). I forgot about the noodles in the pot and quietly went to the bathroom door to wait for my aunt to come out. Finally, I heard her get up and flush the toilet. Back then, we didn't have a toilet; it was the kind where you had to manually flush. As soon as my aunt came out, I immediately pounced on her and hugged her, my hands naturally resting on her buttocks. (Important: when you forcefully hug someone, don't put your hands on their buttocks; they'll easily push you away.) My aunt pushed me away immediately, blushing, and ran off. Such a rare opportunity! I couldn't give up so easily and immediately chased after her. Luckily, I squeezed into the bedroom before she closed the door. (I don't know if it was instinct or what, why did my aunt run to the bedroom?) After squeezing in, I gave her a bear hug and threw her onto the bed. My aunt instinctively screamed for help. I didn't care anymore, I pounced on her, pinning her down, straddling her. After her initial scream of help, she changed it to "No, no..." I lowered my head and kissed her lips, but she desperately shook her head. In the struggle, her pajamas were torn. Finally, after controlling her hands, I used one hand to hold her frantically shaking head. My lips finally touched her sexy lips. At that moment, my aunt trembled. Tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes. Tears of humiliation? Who cares... After the first line of defense was breached, my aunt's struggles noticeably weakened. Perhaps it was her personality, perhaps it was because she loved me? Anyway, my aunt slowly gave up resisting. She lay there like a corpse, her lips being kissed by me... My hand slowly slipped inside her bra, the instant my fingers touched her nipple... Her body trembled a few times, and she raised her hand to grab my arm. I was too hasty. I withdrew my hand and continued kissing her lips. To be honest, kissing a woman with her mouth so tightly closed is a little uncomfortable. I slowly moved to her cheek, her eyes and mouth tightly shut the whole time. From her cheek to her earlobe... Oh yeah... I successfully discovered the switch to her erogenous zone: her earlobe. The moment I kissed her earlobe with rapid breaths, her whole body tensed, and her mouth involuntarily opened... Her breathing became rapid...
My aunt was probably still making a last-ditch effort, calling my name and saying no, no, we can't do this... I ignored her and kissed her earlobe relentlessly, and her body twisted more and more violently. I took the opportunity to say, "Auntie, didn't you promise me yesterday that you'd do it with me after I deleted the photos?" (Actually, my aunt hadn't said that at all, which shows that shamelessness can sometimes be quite effective). At this point, my aunt probably didn't care whether she had said it or not, and she was still twisting her body trying to resist, but that twisting seemed to me completely welcoming me. I got up and quickly took off my t-shirt; the contact of flesh against flesh probably made my aunt completely give up resisting. I continued to stimulate my aunt's earlobe, and her breathing became more and more rapid, and her struggles became weaker and weaker. Looking at my aunt's slightly parted lips and rapid breathing, that kind of stimulation... tsk tsk... I reached behind my aunt to unhook her bra. Because I had experience before, I unhooked it easily. My aunt's breasts, not too big but still quite full, appeared before my eyes. She seemed to retain a sliver of consciousness, instinctively trying to cover them with her hands. I pulled her hands away, pressing them together, interlocking our fingers, and kissed her earlobe, slowly moving down her neck. As my hot breath approached her erect nipples, her whole body trembled. Was it excitement? Was it humiliation? Whatever, I forcefully took her pink, firm nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. My aunt finally let out her first low moan. This moan greatly encouraged me. I sucked desperately, her white breasts turning red in patches. Her moans gradually rose in intensity. After gradually breaching her defenses, the rest went very smoothly. But the moment I removed her panties... my penis still twitched excitedly twice. I couldn't care less about anything else, so I mounted her. The moment my penis entered my aunt's vagina, her body tensed up, making it difficult for me to penetrate. I could only gently stroke her body, trying to relax her. Fortunately, she must have been tired of tensing up, because she relaxed her body a little, and I thrust in smoothly. So much water, so slippery, so tight... So good... My aunt still bit her lip, trying hard not to make any lewd moans. But how could she hold back those instinctive sounds? My aunt slowly began to moan with each thrust. I didn't say a word during this time, just desperately releasing my inner desires, thrusting wildly and kneading my aunt's breasts forcefully. Finally, as a gush of hot fluid gushed from my aunt's vagina and poured onto my penis, I couldn't resist thrusting rapidly a dozen times, plunging deep into her uterus. Hot semen gushed out, making my aunt's flushed body tremble. Lying on top of her, panting, I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, whether she was escaping reality or enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, I couldn't tell. I rolled over and hugged her. There was no scolding as I'd expected; she simply asked, "What if I get pregnant?" Damn, I realized I'd forgotten to use a condom. I could only try to comfort her, saying, "It's unlikely, don't worry." I kissed her lips, and surprisingly, she didn't flinch. Haha, at that moment, it felt like the woman beside me was my girlfriend, not my aunt, the aunt I'd grown up with. Gently stroking her body, I said, "I'll take responsibility for you." My aunt playfully scolded, "Little brat, I'm your aunt, what makes you think you can take responsibility for me?" From her expression, I knew I had won over this woman, the woman I grew up with, the woman I had always protected.
After quickly getting ready, at my aunt's insistence, I went to the pharmacy and bought emergency contraception. That was the only time I made her take the pill; afterwards, unless it was her safe period, I always used condoms. After all, that stuff isn't good for a woman's health.

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