[Summer Heat Cannot Ignore the Boundless Fragrance of Spring -- A Few Things About Me and My Aunt] Author: flashmsn

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Summer's Heat Can't Stop the Boundless Passion—A Few Things About Me and My Aunt

Author: flashmsn
Word Count: 5276 words
First Published: 2011/03/24 on: Sex Bar

I'm an extra child born in violation of the one-child policy. I have an older brother and an older sister. My brother is one year older than my sister, while my sister is
twelve years older than me. In other words, I'm the result of my parents accidentally not using a condom—a real tragedy! I really
can't understand why my mom didn't get an IUD after having my brother and sister; she was still so passionate. There was no other way. My dad
was a civil servant at the time, and the consequences of having more children than allowed were severe. My mom had to secretly give birth to me and leave me with my uncle, since my aunt
had just given birth to a baby, only a few days younger than me, so it was like having twins. Things would
have been fine this way; my uncle is also my second father, and being a second father isn't bad. The key issue was that my aunt wasn't too willing.

Later, my uncle went to Shenzhen to do business, and my aunt only wanted to take her baby and didn't want to raise me. There
was nothing could do; my dad couldn't take me either. Finally, my aunt said, "I don't want anyone else, so I'll raise you." That's where the story
begins.

My aunt is my dad's older sister; she was a section chief at the local tax bureau. She has a daughter, my cousin,
who is 14 years older than me. From as far back as I can remember, my cousin wasn't around; she was at university. My uncle
passed away from illness when my cousin was about to graduate. My aunt said it was a chronic illness he developed when he was young, and she held a grudge against
her mother-in-law because of it, as if it was because of her that my uncle's health had always been so poor.

My cousin stayed in Shanghai to work after graduating with her master's degree, leaving just my aunt and me at home. My aunt was always
close to me, holding me every night to sleep. When I was little, I often pulled my aunt to nibble on her breasts. As

I gradually entered high school and began to mature physically, I felt
embarrassed .

But my aunt wasn't embarrassed at all. She still didn't arrange a room for me and slept
with .

My aunt was a stunning beauty in her youth, but time waits for no one. Now she's
much fuller-figured, and sleeping next to me at night feels like having a soft cushion against me—it's quite comfortable. She's the elegant
type, always wearing a light, high-quality perfume that smells wonderful.
Although as I've grown older and gained some understanding of relationships, I've felt a little awkward sleeping next to her,
inhaling her delicate fragrance, and I've never had insomnia. I sleep soundly every night.

Seven or eight years have passed since my uncle passed away, and my aunt remains single. She's generous, beautiful,
shrewd , and elegant. Now she's the director of the tax bureau. She takes great care of herself and looks like
she's only in her late thirties or early forties, so many people still pursue her, whether for money or power—
my aunt is quite popular. Because my aunt held a high position, she appeared to be a rather authoritative and powerful
woman. Although she treated me exceptionally well, I still felt a certain amount of awe towards her.

My aunt was very strict with me, fulfilling all my needs in terms of studies and daily life, but she always
insisted that I strive to be number one. I did live up to her expectations, consistently ranking among the top three, though not always at the top.

This focused-on-study lifestyle continued until I graduated from high school and was admitted to a prestigious university in Beijing with high scores.

It was during the World Cup, and I was following the matches closely. One evening, I watched the live broadcast in my bedroom.
Feeling thirsty, I went to the living room for a drink. As soon as I left my bedroom, I saw a
figure throwing clothes into the washing machine. This scene would normally be normal; my aunt did all the housework
, and I always enjoyed the fruits of her labor. The crucial point was that my aunt was facing the washing machine with her back to me,
completely naked, her fair and delicate body fully exposed before my eyes. Although I
sleep with
her every night , I've been used to being close to her and holding her for so many years, and I've never felt anything unusual. But now, for the first time, I saw my aunt's naked body, her smooth, fair skin beneath her pajamas. I suddenly felt
suffocated, my heart raced. This was also the first time I'd ever seen a woman naked, so close, so
intimate . My legs went numb, I couldn't move, and I forgot I was thirsty, even though my throat felt a little feverish. I guess my aunt
had just finished showering and was throwing her dirty clothes into the washing machine. Since I was the only family member in her
house , she hadn't paid much attention to putting on her clothes. My legs, which had been stiffly resting on my feet, finally came to a stop. Hearing
the noise, my aunt turned around and, surprisingly, smiled without a hint of surprise, asked why I wasn't watching TV and what I was doing out. I moved my tongue
, cleared my throat, and replied in a slightly hoarse voice that I was thirsty and had come out to get some water.

My aunt responded with an "oh," then turned back to the washing machine.
Like lowered my head and quickly went to the water dispenser to drink, then scurried back to my bedroom like a thief. Even after entering
the bedroom, my heart was still pounding. My aunt's beautiful body kept flashing before my eyes, refusing to leave
. Disturbed, I turned off the TV, threw myself onto the bed, and closed my eyes, hoping to feel better. But I still
tossed and turned, thinking about my aunt's full and clean body. My young and wicked heart drifted in a dark sea,
sinful thoughts filling my entire brain. I couldn't help but blame myself. What was wrong with me? I slept with
my aunt . Even though it was the first time I'd seen her naked, I shouldn't be so confused. I kept
beating myself, but the chaotic thoughts kept surfacing in my mind.

Suddenly, my aunt called my name from the living room. I was so lost in my thoughts that
I didn't hear her call until she called several times. I never expected my aunt to ask me to get her underwear. Although we shared
a closet, and I knew exactly where all her clothes were, the thought of getting them for her—especially from a
completely naked aunt—made my heart pound. The air conditioning was on in the bedroom, but I was still
sweating profusely. I opened the closet, found my aunt's section, and suddenly noticed that her underwear and bras were all made of
pretty lace. I didn't know what they were called back then, but now that I'm older, I know they're erotic lingerie.
My aunt had a lot of underwear and bras, so I just grabbed a set and left the bedroom. As soon as I stepped out, I saw my aunt
facing me, and her pubic hair, a small patch of dark pubic hair, was clearly and directly visible.

My penis immediately became erect. Although I was a virgin, this felt like a divine intervention.
Sex is just like that; it's an instinctive reaction. My penis got hard, and I started to feel a little scared.
After all, my aunt was usually very strict, so I carefully handed her her panties and bra,
afraid she would notice my intentions. Actually, the way I walked at that moment was obvious to anyone; young people always
like to deceive themselves.

My aunt took the clothes I handed her, and I hurried back to the bedroom without looking at her expression
. My mind was in turmoil. Now that I think about it, my aunt must have been a widow for many years, and
she always appeared dignified and elegant in front of her subordinates, colleagues, and friends. She must have been suppressing a lot of desire. I
opened the drawer under my aunt's wardrobe without thinking and found some strange devices inside. At the time,
I found them very novel, but later I learned that they were for women to masturbate. My aunt had never been
with a man, and now that I think about it, it's really tough for a woman at that age when she's supposed to be very sexually active. She had to put on a facade in public and in private, and the emptiness and loneliness she
felt inside must have been so intense.

My aunt put on her underwear and came into the bedroom. Noticing I wasn't watching TV, she casually asked. I
wasn't the mood for TV; my mind was a mess. I just vaguely replied that the World Cup matches were over, and there wasn't anything else
on TV, so I turned it off. My aunt softly replied, "Oh, then go to sleep early." Usually, my aunt would put on her pajamas before
going to bed , but today she was only wearing her underwear and bra. I felt a chill run down my spine, my heart pounding
like a rabbit's. I followed her into bed and lay down next to her, but unusually, I didn't snuggle up to her like I usually do. I
even turned over so my back was to her, because I felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

After my aunt turned off the light, she leaned closer, her hot body pressed tightly against my back. Her full breasts
gave me a strong sense of pressure. We'd been sleeping side-by-side in our pajamas for over ten years, and it was nothing new
. But today, this feeling stemmed mainly from seeing my aunt naked earlier; it hadn't calmed me since. Now,
thinking back, I realized why she acted that way. Besides the long period of emptiness and loneliness, perhaps it was because I'd been accepted into
a university in another city, and I was about to leave her. That's when she started to feel sad, but she couldn't express it.

The summer sun was blazing, and the air conditioning was still running. Neither of us was asleep in the darkness. I had my back to
my aunt , and she was holding me, her body pressed tightly against mine. We remained like this in silence for about half an hour. My aunt suddenly
spoke, "Junzi, you'll be going to university in two months. Time flies so fast. Once you're gone, I
'll be all alone at home." I could hear the sadness in her voice, and my heart gradually calmed down.
I turned around and hugged her, saying, "Auntie, no matter where I go, I'll always remember you. I'll come home every holiday
, and I'll call you often." My aunt didn't say anything, but I could tell she was still quite disappointed. I
just held her like that, saying comforting words, and then we both gradually fell asleep. Perhaps
something should have happened, but it didn't.

The next day, my aunt still got up early to buy me breakfast, and we continued our peaceful and warm holiday life. Until
I bought my train ticket, the day before I left for school.

That night was gloomy; it seemed like it was going to rain, and the weather was very muggy. My aunt
packed my bags, sweating profusely. I wanted to help her, but she insisted on doing it all by herself, telling
me to watch TV. I was watching TV when my aunt called me. I thought she wanted me to help her tidy up, but when I went out of
the bedroom, I found she was calling me from the bathroom. She asked me to scrub her back, saying she was exhausted and her back ached
. I hesitated for a moment, but then I thought about how, since the last time my aunt slept with me in a bikini,
although nothing had actually happened, I knew her body pretty well.
Thinking about how hard she had worked to tidy up for me today, and how she had always taken care of everything for me while I
had never lifted a finger to help, I felt guilty. I opened the bathroom door and,
unsurprisingly saw my aunt naked. As usual, I started to feel aroused. My aunt handed me a towel, then leaned
over the vanity, her round buttocks facing me. Although the bathroom was filled with steam, I
could still vaguely see my aunt's flushed face, radiating a spring-like allure. My previously slight physical reaction had completely aroused
; it was instinct, it was nature, it truly didn't need to be taught.

Taking the towel, I began to carefully wipe my aunt's back, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly, hoping to do my
best to make her, the aunt who had worried so much about me, feel more comfortable. Although I was clumsy and unprofessional
, I still tried my best and was very careful. As I was wiping, my aunt suddenly grabbed my hand and pressed it against her
breast, her slightly sagging breast, the breast that had nurtured me since I was a child, the
breast that pressed tightly against my body every night. That familiar yet unfamiliar breast,
the breast that had lingered in my life since I could remember. I didn't move my hand, just gently, gently pressed it, and
everything froze, time seemed to stand still at that moment. At that moment, my aunt was a woman, a lonely
woman, a woman I was close to and respected, a woman who had given herself to me without complaint, a
woman I was willing to take care of for the rest of my life.

Time stood still for about half an hour, and neither of us spoke. The steam in the bathroom gradually
dissipated, and the condensation on the vanity mirror melted away, revealing my aunt's delicate face, her dreamy eyes,
and my childish expression. Suddenly, my aunt spoke. She said, "Junzi, you're leaving tomorrow.
Tonight, take a bath with your aunt, like you did when you were little." What could I say? Looking at this
person closest to me, looking at my aunt who would soon be alone again, I simply murmured an "Mmm." After many years,
I once again exposed my body to my aunt, my slightly thin, bookish body. My aunt looked at
me with affection, and helped me sit in the bathtub.

The bathtub was full of bubbles, and my aunt and I immersed ourselves in it, only our upper bodies facing each other. My aunt
suddenly , and I shuddered. Then she sat in my lap and sighed, "Seventeen years have passed,
Junzi has grown up." My trembling hand slowly moved from her breasts to her genitals, gently caressing her
delicate flower path. I was truly uneasy, as if I were dreaming; I had actually done this to my aunt.

My aunt gently stroked my penis with her hand, and her silky smooth hands sent a surge of blood rushing to my head.
I couldn't resist stirring her private parts. We nestled together, caressing each other, my aunt's beautiful
voice softly moaning and groaning. Years later, recalling it still feels like an intoxicating experience.

This was perhaps the longest bath I'd ever taken, and also the most thrilling, like
being on a cloud. Holding my aunt's soft, jade-like body in my arms, my hands roaming restlessly up and down,
the sound of the water pattering and my aunt's soft moans filling my ears, I didn't know if I was in heaven or on earth,
heaven and earth, earth and heaven, or perhaps it was nothing more than this.

Then my aunt guided my penis with her hand, and it actually...

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