Auntie returned

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Christine returned from abroad and stayed at my house.
She had stayed with me before she went to study abroad, but that was many years ago; she's twenty-three now, and she was only fifteen when she left.
At that time, I was dating her cousin, but we're now divorced. Christine and I had always had a good relationship, and we kept in touch via
email . When she returned, she called long-distance to say she wanted to stay, as if my relationship with her cousin hadn't ended, and she was still my aunt, not a female relative,
but my own.
After she came back, she was very busy, visiting her old classmates every day and returning home very late, going straight to sleep. I was also very busy and often
got home . We didn't have a chance to talk properly. However, she said she would have dinner with me later to talk about what had happened since we last met. She thought I wouldn't mind and that it could
be postponed. In fact, I didn't mind either.
Two weeks later, we still hadn't had a chance to have that dinner, but we ran into each other. That night, I came home late, and she was already home. The cleaning lady had already
left for the day, but she was still awake, eating a late-night snack she'd clearly bought from a shop.
She said, "Come eat too, consider it a make-up meal for that long-overdue meal!" I said, "I just ate. After you've finished, I'll keep you company." She said, "
Why don't you take a shower first, and we can chat after you're done eating!" I went to shower, and when I came back to my room, I found her already lying on my bed.
I froze.
She made no attempt to hide it. She was wearing a white nightgown that resembled a slip, her legs bent, knees pointing towards the ceiling, so the hem of the robe fell to the top of her thighs. And
her legs weren't closed; I could see she was wearing pink thong underwear. She was naturally beautiful, with fair, smooth, and glossy skin
. She was more mature than before, with long legs, a bra supporting her full breasts, a slender waist, and broad pelvis, exuding a strong sexual allure. I thought that
since it was just the two of us in the house, we could do whatever we wanted, and my penis started to get hard. She laughed and said, "Like before!" Yes, that's how she used to lie next to me
and talk, and her cousin didn't mind, treating her like a child. She lived in another room in my house. After she left, that room remained empty, and when she
came back, stayed in that room again.
Now, I couldn't show any awkwardness, lest I embarrass her, so I simply lay down next to her as well. We started talking, and I told her about
the conflict between me and her cousin, which was really just four words: "incompatible personalities," not a matter of who was right or wrong.
She said, "I also think you two will have a lot of problems, but you insist on being together!" I said, "That's how people are; they need facts to prove it. You
could say we separated because we understood each other!" She told me that she also had absolutely no love life over there; she just wasn't interested. Many men pursued her,
but it only annoyed her.
I said, "Maybe you haven't reached that stage yet. When the time is right, it will come naturally!" She giggled, "I don't know why, but I feel so
happy , like you would never bully me!" I said, "I've never bullied you!" She said, "I remember asking you a question years ago, and you
didn't answer me. I still want to know the answer." I said, "Then you'll have to ask again." She took a deep breath and finally rolled closer to me, whispering in my ear
, "That Ah Deng once said that making love is a very comfortable thing, isn't it?" Just like that day many years ago, she asked the same question. Back then, she was still
innocent, so she didn't feel embarrassed asking. At that time, her cousin and I all had a mutual friend named Ah Deng, a very wicked man. They all
treated him like an elder. He talked to them about everything, but he said some things he shouldn't have, exaggerating the pleasures of this kind of thing. His intentions were bad; he wanted to
provoke them to achieve certain goals. Christine heard this and came to ask me.
That time, she was just like now. She said Ah Deng said that orgasm felt like being electrocuted, something that's hard for someone who hasn't experienced it to describe clearly.
She asked me if that was true then, and I couldn't answer. In fact, I already felt like I was being electrocuted. She didn't understand; her body was already very mature and sexually
attractive, and asking me in that situation was incredibly tempting. But I also knew she wasn't tempting me; she was just too naive.
That time, when I was struggling to resist the temptation and couldn't speak, she said again, "Isn't it ugly with all this hair? Down here, and here
…" She held up her arm to show me her armpits and pointed to her genitals.
That was incredible! I immediately got up and went to the bathroom. I wanted to wet my face with cold water, then come back and tell her not to discuss this with Ah Deng and
to go to sleep.
After that, I avoided that situation, and soon after, she went abroad to study.
Today she's back, but she still remembers and brings it up again.
She even mustered the courage to ask again.
I said, "I couldn't answer back then because the temptation was too great. I'll tell you it's indescribable; I can only let you experience it for yourself." She said
, "Oh! You're so naughty!" I said, "That's a natural male reaction, because you're so beautiful. Whether someone is good or bad depends on whether they can control themselves. Back then,
I couldn't say or do that, so I just avoided you!" She said, "What's the second question? The hair question?" I said, "I'll say you have to
show before I can answer." She laughed so hard she rolled around, "How embarrassing! How can you say that!" I said, "I say the same thing now. Now I can say
and do it!" She closed her eyes and said, "Your answer is the same as no answer. I still don't understand!" I said, "I need your agreement before I can make
you understand!" I naturally guessed what she was thinking. If she didn't want to experience it with me, she wouldn't have brought it up while lying next to me. She had always
secretly loved me, and at this moment, I also realized that my long-hidden feelings for her had finally erupted.
I gently hugged her and kissed her cheek. She didn't resist, and the kiss grew more intense; I almost swallowed her lips whole.
Later, I released her lips, and she remained in my arms, her eyes still closed. I said, "In all these years, have you ever been intimate with a man?" She said,
"No…not you!" I said, "You're an adult now, we have the right to do whatever we want!" She said, "I've always wondered,
what would happen if you answered me? Why don't you pretend it's the past, and do something you would do!" I said, "You have to pretend it's the past too." She said, "
Okay !" I said, "First question, the hair issue, you have to show me!" She twisted her body, "No! I'm so embarrassed!" I said, "You
showed me your armpits back then!" She laughed and said, "They're all gone now!" She held up her arm for me to see her armpits. Back then, there were a few buds, but
now they were completely gone, bald.
I said, "How did this happen?" She said, "I used electrocautery to remove them, my girlfriend taught me, it's popular now!" I said, "Now look down there."
She twisted her body again: "No!" I said, "Then don't take anything off. Just pretend I'm blind, I can't see but I can touch!" Without waiting for her answer, I
kissed her again, and my hands started moving. My hand found her navel, slid into her panties, and reached her pubic area. She trembled and twisted,
moaning softly, but not because she was rejecting my hand, but because the place that had never been touched before was being touched, and the feeling was extremely intense, making it difficult for her to adapt.
I felt that her pubic hair was already very thick and dense, but still very soft.
I brushed it lightly and said, "When did it grow so thick?" She said, "It's been the last two years, before that it was very sparse." "Hmm," I said, "Your mustache
has turned into a big beard!" She punched my chest with her fist: "You're bad!" My hand went down a little further, parted the pubic hair, and found her vaginal opening, which was already
sticky and wet. My middle finger found her clitoris, and with a little more rubbing, she moaned and trembled greatly.
I whispered in her ear, "Does it feel good?" She replied ecstatically, "I can't describe it!" I said, "That's right, if you keep touching me, you'll climax. Most
women can climax by being touched like this. Now, let me show you!" She remained silent, which meant she didn't object.
I added, "Your breasts also need to be touched, it feels good too." Before she could express her opinion, my hand had already slid up, kneading
her breasts along with her thin bra. For a woman who was already aroused, this feeling was very intense. She moaned.
After kneading for a while, I said, "This kind of thing shouldn't be blocked by clothes, take them off!" "It's so embarrassing!" she cried out.
But she didn't say it was bad. So I undressed her. This was different from her undressing herself; she just had to not object. And I turned off the light.
I took off her bra and placed it aside. Her robe was still on her body, but that didn't obstruct her view or movement; I just had to lift it up. I
lifted it up, and her beautiful breasts were revealed to me. Dim light streamed in from the window, yet I could still see clearly her full, round, white breasts with coral-colored
nipples. I played with these nipples with my fingers, then sucked on one of them, rubbing the tip with my tongue. She moaned continuously, her lower body
writhing, clearly enjoying the contact.
Later, I released her breasts and pulled her robe over her head, and she cooperated by raising her arms, revealing her entire beautiful body, still
wearing only her briefs. I pulled the briefs down, and she raised her pelvis to meet me. Between her thighs, I could see her
vulva through the thick pubic hair, the labia minora forming a slightly uneven, peach-pink line.
Then I leaned down again, sucking on her right nipple, my right middle finger finding her clitoris, rubbing it in the wetness. This time, I didn't stop,
rubbing faster and faster, and she naturally hugged me tighter, emitting plaintive moans.
After a while, I felt her clitoris swell with my fingers, and at the same time, her whole body trembled violently, letting out a long "ah" from her throat, and she
hugged me tightly. She had reached orgasm. At this point, I stopped rubbing, gently pressing my middle finger against her clitoris, while holding her tightly, letting her fully enjoy the lingering
pleasure of her orgasm.
Finally, she sighed and relaxed completely. I let her go, placing an arm under her neck.
I said, "That was an orgasm, you just experienced it, how did it feel?" She said, "It's hard to describe, like an electric shock, but also so…
so good!" I kissed her lightly: "If we go any further, the feeling will be different, much more intense." "No," she said, "Now we're repeating what happened
before ! Before, I would never have let you go any further!" How I wished she would say yes! That last bit of activity had left my penis as hard as iron; but she
still didn't understand men. I said, "Yes, I must have had my reservations back then, because you were so young. But you're not like that now. You
're a grown-up now." She said, "Yes, tonight is still the same as before, tomorrow night is the present. Now I'm going back to my room to sleep!"
She got up, took her clothes, and left.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow night.
I find it hard to describe the feelings between us. I can't say I love her, and she's never said she loves me, but even people who love each other deeply, after not seeing each other for so many years,
find it hard to feel as familiar as we do, as if we've never been apart. We seem destined for each other. We knew we'd be together; it was as if we were telepathically connected, both
knowing Even when we separated, it didn't feel like a loss; we were simply doing what we wanted to do.
The next day, I had a social engagement and didn't get home until midnight, but she was already asleep, her bedroom door closed. I didn't disturb her.
The following morning, I saw her as soon as I woke up. She had clearly gone to bed early and was able to wake up early. I noticed she looked quite unwell.
I asked, "Are you feeling unwell?" She said shyly, "My stomach hurts, and my period started last night. I need to rest for a few days." This reassured me a lot;
she hadn't changed her mind, she just had some womanly inconveniences.
Two days later, she was back to normal. That afternoon, she called me, inviting me to dinner. This dinner had been delayed for a long time, and it was time to have it.
We had a very good conversation. She talked about her life abroad over the past few years, and I talked about mine. We didn't need to hide anything, and we had a very pleasant conversation.
We just didn't talk about what we would do after dinner; we both knew what we would do.
After dinner, we went home together. Before I even turned on the light, I hugged and kissed her, and she kissed me back.
Then she gently pushed me away and said, "Go take a shower and wait for me in your room." She went back to her room, and I took a shower and waited for her in bed.
I heard her go to shower, and then I heard her come.
She stopped outside the door and said, "Turn off the light!" At that time, I only had the bedside lamp on. Since she wanted to turn off the light, I turned it off as well. So, just
like last time, only light from outside shone through the curtains.
She came in; all she was wearing was a large towel.
She wasn't wrapping it around herself; she was just holding one end by the two corners and pressing them against her shoulders, while the other end hung down like a curtain covering her body.
She walked over in the dim light and lay down beside me, the towel like a tiny blanket covering her.
I didn't ask her to remove the towel, because there was no need; it wouldn't stay on her for long anyway.
I gently embraced her and kissed her, my hands exploring as before, and the towel naturally pushed away. Then I did something I hadn't done last time: I kissed
her entire body.
This was a completely new pleasure for her, and for me too, because I could simultaneously observe her up close. Because of this closeness, I could see very clearly even in the dim light
. And she was truly worthy of admiration. She was an exceptionally beautiful woman.
After kissing her all over, I held her again, my mouth sucking on her right nipple, my right middle finger finding her clitoris, rubbing it—it was wet and sticky again. Just like last time...
Just like before, my fingers brought her to another blissful climax.
I held her tightly, letting her sensitivity subside, then I removed my nightgown and became completely naked. I mounted her
, my glans pressing against the entrance of her vagina. I said, "I'm going in!" She didn't object, but she said, "Some people say it's very difficult!" I said, "
Some people say it's not difficult at all. It depends on whether your hymen is thick and resilient. I can't guarantee it, but I promise I will be as gentle as possible." She reached down and took
my penis, playing with it for a while, and said, "It's so long, so thick, so hard, will it go in?" I said, "Women always have these doubts at first. Actually, babies
can come out, so how could it not go in? As for hardness, it's a must; if it's soft, it simply won't go in." She said, "Anyway, we have to try it
. It's best if you try. Come on!" She spread her legs wider.
I aimed at her vaginal opening again and slowly pushed forward. It was slippery and elastic; the entire head of my penis went in. She was breathing heavily, clearly
nervous . I wasn't worried, because I believed she wasn't the tight, thick type. Halfway in, then it slid in, and the whole thing was inside. During this,
she shuddered, clearly feeling her hymen being torn. I didn't feel anything special, only knowing that since it was fully inside, it was broken. Although she wasn't the tight
type, she was still a virgin, with a elastic tightness that enveloped me comfortably. I unconsciously increased my thrusting speed.
Her initial reaction was one of helplessness, because she wasn't used to having a penis inside her, but gradually, the pleasure of thrusting helped her adapt, and she naturally
learned to respond and enjoy it. Later, she trembled and cried out as she reached her first orgasm, and my pent-up semen shot into the deepest part
of her vagina in a state of ecstasy . 　　Afterwards, we rested. I pulled out and lay down beside her. We must have each felt different kinds of satisfaction. For me, the greatest satisfaction was that I was the one who gave her her first time. For years, I had regretted missing the opportunity, thinking she would be taken by another man, but years later, I had regained her, and it turned out she was still whole. 　　What gave me even more satisfaction was that I didn't have to use a condom; she had my semen inside her the first time, and I didn't have to worry about her being unprotected. Her period had just ended, and it was still a safe period. Of course, the chances of pregnancy were very slim. 　　I would use contraception next time. 　　After resting for a while, we talked again. I told her that my relationship with her cousin was really bad. This cousin insisted on not sleeping with her until after marriage . I didn't mind, but it was obviously not a good thing, because postponing the test until it was too late to regret. She knew very little about matters between men and women, yet thought she knew a great deal. She picked up bits and pieces from here and there, combining what she wanted to believe, creating a whole host of erroneous rules. 　　For example, she stipulated that sex couldn't be done before a certain time, could only be done on a certain day, it had to be absolutely dark, and she had to wash herself thoroughly with a solution she bought—in short, a multitude of unreasonable rules, and she was extremely stubborn, refusing to admit her mistakes. She 　　was the same in other details of life. 　　Of course, I had my flaws, but I believe most people couldn't tolerate hers. We were already fraught with conflict from the start, and the more we understood each other, the more our relationship deteriorated, until we finally separated. These details weren't mentioned in the emails I sent to Christine. 　　After the breakup, I've had other women, mainly to satisfy my physical needs; I haven't found the right one yet. 　　Christine also wanted me to recount each one. 　　She described her love life as very simple—a blank slate. The men who pursued her always repelled her. Sometimes, she also had physical needs, and at those times she would recall the scene of asking her that question years ago, fantasizing about what would happen if I didn't avoid her, and how she would put a pillow between her legs and squeeze it tightly. 　　I told her I was glad she came back, that with her I could give it my all. 　　She said, "I don't want to criticize my cousin, I just disagree with her, I wouldn't do what she does. Have I offended you?" I said, "No. Have I offended you?" She said, "No!" We talked and then fell asleep. 　　The next day I woke up, and she was still beside me, not yet awake. Since she was still naked, I had the opportunity to admire her closely in the morning light. Then 　　I couldn't help myself and started playing with her. Doing this to her cousin, I had already broken a taboo; Christine's habit of not waking up hadn't changed after all. She let me do as I pleased in her hazy state. I finally couldn't resist, and I mounted her and penetrated her. She responded; during my passionate thrusts, I clearly felt her reach orgasm three times , but she couldn't wake up in such a short time. After another orgasm, I also ejaculated contentedly, and only then did she wake up and open her eyes. 　　I felt a little apologetic and said, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself!" She said, "It's alright, but I hope you can hold back a little longer. It would be such a waste if I couldn't fully enjoy it!" Her attitude was so endearing; if it were her cousin, she'd be calling for a divorce by now. 　　Then she urged me to get up and go to work; she had to go to her appointment too. 　　A week later, she found a job and started working. 　　The job was very busy, and she rarely had time to have dinner with me, but this didn't make us distant because we lived in the same house. Sometimes she would come to my room at night for sexual gratification, but most of the time I would go to her. She didn't think I was taking advantage of her, and I didn't think she was taking advantage of me. This was a very good attitude. 　　We rarely spent time together during the day—was that a problem? For us, it wasn't. She had been abroad for so many years and it had been fine. I think it's a matter of confidence; only those who lack confidence demand to constantly monitor their partner. 　　Marriage? We haven't mentioned it, but maybe it will eventually. 　　[The End]

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