A Nephew-Aunt Bond (This is a true story)

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Aunt and Nephew's Bond

Author: Lao Liu
Chapter 1 Cherishing Flowers
My name is Wei Hua, everyone calls me Ahua. I work for a company in Singapore. Between me and my beautiful and virtuous wife lies a winding and moving legendary story. Today, I'll tell you about it; I think you'll be deeply moved.
I'm an only child; my parents died early. At the age of twelve, I moved from mainland China to Hong Kong to live with my aunt. My aunt is my mother's youngest sister, and my uncle is a first mate on an ocean-going ship.
The story happened five years ago. I was seventeen, five feet eleven inches tall, weighing 165 pounds, handsome and dashing.
My aunt was ten years older than me, twenty-seven that year. Although she was already in her thirties, she possessed natural beauty, a slender figure, willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and an oval face. My aunt's beauty can be described as breathtaking, unparalleled in the world. While some movie stars and singers are beautiful, none can compare to my aunt.
Especially her large eyes—they possess a special charm. One look from them, and I believe no man in the world could remain unmoved. She was not only stunningly beautiful, but also possessed an elegant and dignified air, exuding a refined and graceful demeanor—truly a classical beauty of the East.
Having never given birth, she was slender yet full-figured, with fair, rosy, and delicate skin, making her exceptionally beautiful.
Although she didn't pay much attention to her appearance, she looked no more than twenty years old. Because we were aunt and niece, we resembled each other in many ways, so when we went out together, strangers often mistook her for my older sister.
She graduated from the Literature Department of Fudan University, receiving higher education and possessing excellent cultural refinement and moral character. My uncle told me that during her school years, her captivating beauty, outstanding academic performance, and exceptional social skills led her to serve as the student council president, and she was always the host of major cultural events.
During her years at school, she was the object of many handsome young men's affections. However, she was already taken; she had fallen for my uncle, who later studied at the Ocean University, and they eventually became her husband. Therefore, I have always held my aunt in high esteem.
Because my aunt's husband earns a good income, he doesn't allow her to work, so she stays at home. Unfortunately, he's a seaman and is often away from home, leaving my aunt alone. Luckily, I'm home to keep her company, which alleviates her loneliness.
I often see a frown on my aunt's face, as if hiding endless sorrow and melancholy. I think she might have something troubling her. Moreover, I've heard her crying several times at night.
I asked her why she was crying, and she said, "Ahua, you're too young to understand your aunt's suffering." Seeing that she wouldn't tell me, I felt embarrassed to press her further.
But I think my aunt must be very lonely and sad. So, ever since I was old enough to understand, I've tried my best to comfort and help her, trying to find ways to make her happy. She also likes me very much and treats me like her own child.
But what can a little kid like me do for her? Besides, I don't even know what she needs.
One night, I got up to go to the bathroom and passed by her room, hearing my aunt groaning in what sounded like great pain. My heart skipped a beat, wondering if she was ill. I peeked through the crack in the door and, in the dim light, saw her lying naked on the bed, tossing and turning. One hand was kneading her breast, while the other was stroking a spot on her lower abdomen. Worried something was wrong, I knocked and asked, "Auntie, are you sick?"
She was startled and trembled, saying, "No...I...I'm not sick. You...you mustn't come in..." Confused, I left and couldn't sleep afterward, keeping an eye on my aunt's room.
The next morning, I asked her what was wrong. She blushed and said, "Nothing's wrong. My stomach was a little upset last night, but rubbing it made it better." I was relieved.
Later, as I grew older and more mature,
especially after watching movies, reading novels, and books on sex, I vaguely sensed that my aunt lacked nothing. Perhaps because my uncle was often away, she, as a young woman, must have suffered sexually.
Recalling her behavior that night, I concluded she was masturbating.
After all, she was a healthy, vibrant young woman, spending her days alone in her empty room, essentially living a life of widowhood. I felt really sorry for my aunt.
Of course, I still didn't understand why people had to have sex with the opposite sex, and what the benefits were. Why did my aunt have to masturbate if she didn't have sex with my uncle for a long time?
I gradually developed a desire to have contact with the opposite sex. I guess this meant I was starting to mature.
Sometimes I even had sudden fantasies, "If I marry a wife as gentle, virtuous, and beautiful as my aunt in the future, I will definitely not be a seaman and will stay with her all year round to give her happiness and make her joy."
The second time I peeked at beauty,
I was working in a garment factory in the Kwai Chung New District. Once, after attending a colleague's wedding banquet, I returned home half drunk and felt hot all over. I wanted to take a cold shower, so I hurriedly went into the bathroom.
Who knew that my aunt was taking a shower naked and had forgotten to lock the door. I pushed the door open and saw her slender and smooth figure. I immediately turned around and was about to leave.
My aunt heard the door open, turned around, saw me, and was very surprised. She asked, "Oh dear, why didn't you knock?"
"I...I...I don't know..." I stammered with my head down.
"Oh, the smell of alcohol is strong. Did you drink too much again, Ah Hua? You can't drink like this in the future," she kindly reminded me.
"Yes, Auntie," I replied and was about to leave.
"Ah Hua, come back," she gently called to me.
I lowered my head and asked, "What is it, Auntie?" but still glanced at her sideways and saw that she was covering her breasts with one hand and her lower body with the other.
She said, "You're all sweaty. How about you take a shower under that showerhead over there? Just don't look at me."
"This..." I hesitated because I was a big kid now, and my aunt was naked. I felt a little embarrassed and whispered, "Auntie, I'm embarrassed because I'm not wearing any clothes."
She exclaimed, "Little kid, why are you making such a fuss? You've already seen it, so looking a few more times won't make a difference. Just hurry up and shower, and don't look at me anymore."
Seeing how sincere my aunt's attitude was, I had no choice but to turn on the tap. Normally, you should take off all your clothes when showering, but how could I be so embarrassed in front of a woman? So I showered with my clothes on.
She said, "Silly child, why don't you take off your clothes?"
I stammered.
She said, "Take it off. Don't be shy in front of your aunt. Look, I'm naked too. You peeked at my naked body earlier and I didn't scold you. Are you afraid I'll see your body?"
"Okay," I stammered, reluctantly taking off my clothes.
For some reason, my penis became very hard and pointed high. I was afraid she would see, so I turned my body to the side with my back to her.
But she still saw it. I heard her laugh and ask me,
"Ahua, what's wrong with you? Why is your little thing sticking up so high? I didn't expect you to be so young, yet it's so thick and long."
I blushed with embarrassment, thinking that she didn't want me to look at her, but she was looking at me. Otherwise, how would she know if my penis was sticking up high?
I didn't know what to say and involuntarily covered my unruly penis with both hands. I knew it was probably due to the alcohol and the fact that I had just seen my aunt's beautiful naked body, and my sexual desire had suddenly aroused. Because I had never seen a woman's body before, and my aunt was so beautiful that no man could resist her.
Although my aunt told me not to look at her, how could I, as a man, resist a naked beauty? I would steal glances at her from time to time. Fortunately, she was mostly facing away from me with her back or side, so I could admire her freely.
At this moment, her back was to me. I saw her slender, fair neck, delicate and smooth, flowing downwards to connect with her full, rounded shoulders. Her back was straight and graceful, truly voluptuous yet supple.
Suddenly, she turned to face me, allowing me to admire her full, plump breasts, their skin like solidified cream. Seeing those breasts, I suddenly thought of Mount Fuji in Japan—so beautiful, like two extra-large steamed buns, firm and without the slightest sagging. The two bright nipples atop her breasts resembled buds about to bloom after the rain, displaying vibrant life and unparalleled beauty. Below her breasts, her abdomen was flat, delicate, and slightly protruding.
She had finished soaping and was rinsing. Her slender waist swayed frequently under the showerhead, like a willow dancing in the spring breeze, graceful and charming. Several sweet, flowing, beautiful curves then drew my gaze to her round, full buttocks. Ah, here her skin was crystalline and plump, as if the delicate skin was about to burst. It was truly a masterpiece of nature, like a full moon shining brightly.
Below that flat abdomen was a mound like a grave; though I had never seen it before, I was certain it was the female genitalia described in books, covered with a sparse, triangular patch of dark, glossy pubic hair. Her round, slender legs had no excess fat, their curves were perfectly proportioned and so harmonious…
Her delicate body swayed under the shower, like a fairy dancing gracefully. This was my
third time touching her.
I was now extremely aroused, wanting to hold her, kiss her, and make love to her. I had never been with a woman before, but I had read many articles about this in books and magazines and always longed for the opportunity to try.
I had no interest in bathing; I stood there motionless, admiring her.
"Hey, what are you doing? Don't look at me!" A sudden shout startled me awake. I saw my aunt looking at me coquettishly.
Stimulated by her beautiful naked body, I couldn't resist.
I rushed over to hug her, and she turned around in a panic, but I still managed to grab her naked body from behind.
My aunt was shocked by my actions and quickly covered her genitals with her hands. Actually, her attempt to cover up was unnecessary, because I had been secretly observing her body for a long time and saw everything clearly.
I reached out to touch her breasts. She tried to push me away, but she was no match for my strength.
I held her around the waist, and her arms were held tightly by me, so she could only curse me repeatedly, calling me a "little beast" and "worse than an animal."
At this moment, I couldn't stop myself and buried my head in her neck, back, and behind her ears, kissing her wildly.
Her body began to tremble slightly. Although she was still resisting, her strength was much weaker than before.
Later, I realized that she had stopped struggling and leaned her head back on my shoulder, so I released her arms. Although her arms were free, she no longer pushed me away and stood motionless, her body trembling slightly.
I then turned around to face her and saw her head slightly tilted back, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, and her cherry lips trembling slightly. I pulled her into my arms, and when her firm yet soft breasts pressed against my chest, I felt a jolt of electricity. I kissed her small, bright red lips.
She whispered, "No...no...uh...uh..."
Of course, I didn't stop, holding her head with one hand and pressing my lips against hers. She stopped struggling and let me kiss her passionately. Later, I felt her arms tightly wrapped around my waist, her small fists lightly pounding my back intermittently.
I kissed every part of her face and neck frantically, then knelt down and kissed her breasts, gently nibbling with my tongue. Her body trembled instantly. Then I knelt down again, holding her thighs and burying my head between her legs, kissing her hairy pubic area.
At this moment, a clear, high-pitched moan, like a nightingale's song, escaped her throat. Her body convulsed violently, and contrary to her usual behavior, she not only gave up resisting but also automatically parted her legs to make it easier for my tongue to enter. Perhaps her desire had been aroused, and she had become very docile. I smelled a faint fragrance emanating from her vagina.
Under my caresses, she stood there, eyes half-closed, mouth half-open, her face flushed with shyness, motionless and helpless, softly and intermittently calling my name,
"Oh... Ah Hua... Ah Hua... You... naughty boy... Oh dear... you little devil... you can't do this."
This must be what novels call "intoxicated and entranced."
I think my aunt must be in a very conflicted state. On one hand, she has long suffered from sexual hunger, craving a man's caresses both physically and psychologically; on the other hand, she is a respectable person and has never had the thought or experience of infidelity. If an outsider were to violate her today, she would certainly fight back desperately, but she doesn't treat me as an outsider, but as a "loving one" whom she raised. Yet, I am also a man, a man who, although not her husband, is passionately and proactively trying to comfort her. Therefore, she is facing a battle between "need" and "chastity." So she was at a loss, displaying a state of indecision—wanting to obey yet afraid to, wanting to resist yet unwilling to.
My poor aunt, usually so quick-witted, intelligent, strong, dignified, and decisive, was now so weak and helpless in this battle between emotion and reason, like a child without any opinions, bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
But judging from her current behavior, "need" had taken precedence in her mind.
Looking at her charming, pitiful, and graceful appearance, I wanted to help her, to immediately break down her defenses, to liberate her from the shackles of old social norms, and to help her quickly overcome her sexual frustration and find pleasure. I didn't think what I was doing was incest, because I wasn't going to marry her, nor was I going to have her bear my children. I simply wanted to help my relative escape from sexual frustration. What's wrong with a relative helping a relative?
So I made up my mind to possess her immediately
. I pressed down on her shoulders. Her eyes closed, her body trembling, she obediently squatted down. I helped her lie down on the floor, and she didn't resist. I spread her legs and climbed on top of her, holding her tightly in my arms.
She realized something was wrong and opened her beautiful eyes, pushing my hands away and murmuring softly, "No...no...Ahua...oh, the floor is so cold."
Not wanting to force her, I thought we should go to the bedroom first, so I helped her up and got a towel to dry her.
She neither refused nor agreed, but stood motionless with her eyes closed, letting me wipe and caress every inch of her naked body. I wiped slowly and carefully because this was my first time touching a woman's body, and I was slowly appreciating it.
"Auntie, let's go back to the room," I said, drying her and pulling her hand out of the bathroom.
She looked at me shyly, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, and said, "I'm not dressed yet, what will I look like going out like this?"
I said, "Anyway, there's no one else at home, you can put on clothes in the bedroom." She didn't object anymore, and I pushed and pulled her back to the bedroom.
The fourth time I explored
the bedroom, I swept her up in my arms. Although she wasn't short, she wasn't heavy, probably a little over fifty kilograms, so holding her didn't feel heavy at all.
I laid her delicate body on the bed, and saw my aunt's eyes were hazy, her face flushed like a peony shrouded in mist, or a peach blossom moistened by rain. I couldn't resist and began to caress her body. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, but she was gently struggling and blindly resisting. But I could tell she wasn't putting in her full effort; she was just "half-heartedly resisting."
I wanted to strike while the iron was hot and immediately use the method I learned from movies to lick her body with my tongue, starting from her cheeks, ears, and neck, down to her breasts. Every time I licked her, her body would tremble to varying degrees. This was probably because different parts of her body had different levels of sensitivity. So I licked her most sensitive spots, such as her earlobes, areolas, nipples, armpits, and groin, with even more effort, making her moan and tremble incessantly.
Especially when I licked her clitoris, her reaction was the strongest; her breathing became rapid, her body twisted incessantly, and she cried out loudly,
"Oh, you little devil...you're going to...kill me!"
Seeing her in so much pain, I thought I had hurt her and stopped. But as soon as I stopped, she cried out, "Ahua...no...don't stop!" and grabbed my hair with both hands, pressing it down hard, as if afraid I would run away.
I noticed that her vaginal discharge was particularly abundant and smelled delicious, so I swallowed it in large gulps.
"Ahua...hold me...come up and hold me tight..." she murmured, her eyes slightly open in embarrassment.
I immediately got into bed and lay down next to her, holding her soft, voluptuous body tightly in my arms, kissing her passionately with our skin pressed together.
She couldn't help but open her arms and hug me tightly, and cooperatively opened her cherry lips slightly to receive my tongue, her tongue slightly protruding as she gently licked it with the tip. At that moment, I noticed that her eyes were very special, a look I had never seen before—a combination of gratitude, longing, yearning, and excitement, which was very captivating.
Seeing that the time was right, I climbed on top of her, one hand under her neck and the other under her waist. In this way, I lifted her upper body. I held her and kissed her, my hard penis pressing against her soft vulva.
Her pelvis moved, rising and falling. I had heard that intercourse involved the penis entering the woman's vagina, so I tried to insert my stiff penis into her tight opening. The first two times, it didn't go in. I noticed she seemed very tense and felt her legs spread wider. I continued thrusting…
then her hips suddenly arched upwards, followed by a cry of "Oh!" and she closed her eyes. I couldn't tell if it was a cheer or fear.
I only felt my penis enter a sheath. The sheath was warm, soft, tight, and slippery, enveloping my penis, and it was rhythmically undulating.
This was my first time with a woman, so I felt an indescribable sense of novelty. I lay motionless on my aunt's gentle and elastic breasts, savoring this unprecedented feeling of warmth. I thought this was what making love was, because I had never heard of how to make love.
Her pelvis twisted, her waist undulating. I was still confused. After a while, my aunt slightly opened her eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she said softly, as if both coquettish and pleading,
"Ahua, why aren't you moving? Hurry up, I can't take it anymore!"
I asked, bewildered, "Auntie, how do I move?" I continued, "Auntie, teach me, I've never done this before."
She looked at me with a wry smile, shyly saying softly,
"You little rascal, you don't even know how to do it, yet you dare to rape your auntie. Now, I'll have to teach you how to rape me."
She stretched out two fingers and pinched the base of my penis, saying, "Your precious thing needs to keep going in and out of me, thrusting hard, to feel good. But you have to be gentle at first, go slowly and gently, otherwise I can't take it. Once I have a strong reaction and you feel that I'm very lubricated inside, you can gradually speed up and increase the force. Hurry up and start!" As she spoke, I noticed that she was trembling in my arms.
Under my aunt's guidance, I slowly moved a few times.
She said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that's it," and then closed her eyes.
I began to slowly increase the speed. Soon, she began to moan, the sounds growing louder and louder.
When she whispered for me to hurry, I sped up considerably.
About seven minutes later, I suddenly felt my penis swell violently, a jolt of electricity coursing through my body, and then my limpness and my penis began to throb incessantly. I deduced that this must be ejaculation.
As I ejaculated, my aunt hugged me tightly, her legs gripping mine tightly, her body convulsing violently. After about half a minute, she released me, and I lay there motionless, as if asleep. I wondered if something was wrong, so I gently kissed her face and whispered, "Auntie, are you alright?"
She opened her beautiful eyes slightly, giving me a complex look of happiness, satisfaction, and gratitude. Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't speak before closing her eyes again. She seemed exhausted, too weak to even speak.
I continued to climb on top of her. About ten minutes later, my penis was erect again, eager to enter her. I saw my aunt's face showing appreciation, and her waist was swaying.
I asked, "Auntie, can we do it again?"
She smiled and nodded, saying sweetly, "As many times as you want, as long as you have the energy."
So I started again. This time I was experienced and didn't need my aunt's guidance. She also kept her eyes closed and enjoyed it. This time I lasted for twenty minutes. After five minutes, she started moaning and twisting her waist. I also noticed that whenever I slowed down and lightened my strength, then suddenly went fast and deep again, she would cry out as if it felt good. I gradually figured out a "three slow, one fast, three shallow, one deep" tactic to make her feel even better.
Seeing her soft moans and cries as if she couldn't bear it any longer fueled my sense of male heroism.
By the fifteenth minute, she started shouting loudly, gripping the pillow tightly with both hands, swaying her head from side to side, and murmuring, "Faster, faster," "Harder, harder."
I thrust wildly, and her snow-white, tender body bounced and swayed like a small boat in a stormy sea under my influence. She was still shouting, "Please, hurry up, harder!"
Suddenly she screamed, her body stopped writhing and began to tremble. I stopped too. She held me tightly, so tightly. Then her body convulsed, and she quickly closed her eyes and went limp, as if dead. Based on what I had read, I knew that my aunt had experienced another intense orgasm. So I gently stroked her body and kissed her tenderly to help her calm down. Twenty minutes
later,
she opened her eyes. She looked at me lying beside her and smiled, saying, "My good boy, are you tired?" I proudly said, "No, I'm not tired at all." She turned to face me and lovingly stroked my hair and face, then stroked my chest and stomach, playing with my pubic hair. Suddenly, she grabbed my still-erect penis and said,
"You are such a hero, my little darling. Do you know that you just gave me my first orgasm? It was so wonderful! If it weren't for you, I would never know what the joy of family life is. I don't know how to thank you enough." As she spoke, she pulled me into her arms and kissed me for a long time.
I asked, "Has your uncle never given you an orgasm before?"
Her face flushed, and she shyly pressed her cheek against my chest, one hand still holding my penis, the other gently stroking my back. She whispered, "Your uncle's thing is so thin and short, unlike yours, which is thick, long, and hard, and he's not as strong as you. He only lasts a minute or two before ejaculating. I can't possibly orgasm in such a short time."
I kissed her, hugged her tighter, and stroked her pretty face, saying emotionally, "Auntie, I want to make it up to you. From today onwards, I'll give you an orgasm every day."
She also hugged me tightly, tears welling in her eyes. She kissed me frantically while sobbing, saying, "Darling, thank you. Auntie is so happy. My good boy, please don't leave me. I... I love you so much."
I wiped her tears, comforting her and stroking her cheeks and breasts. She chuckled and said, "Look, I'm so happy I'm crying like a child. Darling, I'm not sad, I'm just happy because I have you." After saying that, she hugged me and kissed my face.
We rolled around on the bed, passionately kissing. Suddenly, as I rolled over on top of her, my penis somehow entered her vagina again.
She suddenly stopped moving, her breathing became rapid, and her large, watery eyes looked at me with a captivating light, filled with joy and longing. She softly said, "Ah, my little darling, it went in by itself... Ah Hua... I want more... move faster!"
I immediately thrust in forcefully. This time, in less than a minute, she began to cry out loudly. I thrust even more frantically, and her snow-white body tossed and turned like a small boat in a storm, her breasts standing tall and bright, like two red lanterns on the mast of a small boat...
My aunt's third orgasm arrived, and she collapsed onto the bed once more, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, eyes closed and motionless, as if dead… I wiped away her sweat and stroked her. She gradually fell asleep. About an hour later, when she woke up, my hand was caressing her breasts. She twisted her body, let out a soft moan, and threw herself into my arms.
Touching her pink face, which had become even more flushed with shyness, I suddenly exclaimed, "Auntie is usually so dignified and quiet, but I never imagined she would be such a charming and delicate beauty in bed. It's like two completely different people!"
She let out an "Oh," pressed her shy face against my chest, and lightly punched my back with her pink fist, softly whispering, "You're so naughty, so naughty boy, you can't say that to me!"
"Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore, I admit my mistake," I said, patting and stroking her back like I was coaxing a child.
After a while, she said in a coquettish voice, "My darling, don't go back to your room, just stay here with me, okay?" I nodded in agreement. She said again, "Your uncle is away at sea for at most half a month a year. I'm so lonely, so when he's not here, can you sleep in my room every night?" I said, "I'd love to!"
She was so happy, like a little girl, that she danced with joy, hugged me tightly, and exclaimed, "That's wonderful!"
Seeing how happy she was, I lovingly put my arm around her neck, pulled her into my arms, and patted her snow-white, delicate, round, and plump buttocks, saying, "My lovely little aunt, my little sweetheart, I won't leave you for a single day."
"Never...don't...leave," she repeated my words over and over
, tears streaming down her face. "Auntie, don't cry," I gently patted her and licked away the tears on her face.
She chuckled and then buried her face in my chest shyly.
We hugged each other tightly like that and fell asleep without realizing it.
From that day on, I moved into her room and made love to her every night.
My lovely little aunt became radiant and cheerful; her usually furrowed brows relaxed, and she seemed like a completely different person.
She started paying attention to her appearance. With light makeup, bright clothes, and her long hair flowing over her shoulders, my aunt looked even younger and more beautiful. Her beautiful, cheerful singing voice could often be heard at home.
Seeing her transformation, I smiled from the bottom of my heart.
I had finally been able to help her,
my lovely aunt.
Sixth time, six
months after my uncle returned home, he was overjoyed to see me, saying, "Wow, Ahua has grown up! He's grown taller in a year! He's like a real man now!"
During dinner, he asked me, "Does Ahua have a girlfriend?"
Upon hearing this, I immediately pictured myself passionately making love to my aunt's body, and my face flushed instantly.
My aunt, seeing this, immediately relieved me, patting my uncle and saying, "How can you ask a child such a question? He's so young, what doesn't he understand?" I noticed that her face also flushed as she said this. I chuckled to myself; what didn't I
understand? I was already a brave knight.
After dinner, my uncle said he was too tired and took my aunt back to her room to rest early. Of course, I knew that after a year apart from my aunt, his desire was burning and he couldn't wait any longer.
Back in my room, I felt a sense of loneliness and emptiness. For the past six months, every night had been filled with the warmth and happiness of being surrounded by beautiful women. Tonight, suddenly alone in this cold, empty bed, I felt strange. Unable to sleep, I lay in bed reading. Suddenly, my aunt pushed open the door. She came to the bedside, wearing only a nightgown, and with a gentle shake, it fell to the floor.
Completely naked
, she turned and jumped into my arms.
I asked in surprise, "Auntie, why aren't you with Uncle?"
She whispered, "I missed you so much. Uncle still caresses me all over like before, making me feel like I'm dying and can't stop before he goes in. But just a few minutes later, he finishes quickly, goes limp, and falls asleep. I can't wake him up, he's like a dead pig. Ah Hua, hurry up and give it to me, I can't take it anymore!" As she spoke, she skillfully used her slender hands to undress me.
"Poor little aunt," I thought, holding her in my arms and tenderly stroking this pitiful yet adorable beauty. I gently kissed her cherry lips, then rolled over and pressed myself against her, immediately thrusting vigorously, bringing her to orgasm three times in less than an hour. She fell asleep contentedly in my arms.
I was afraid my uncle would wake up and see us, so I gently shook her awake and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, you should go back now."
She hugged me tightly and said in a coquettish voice, "No, I don't want to leave you."
I gently stroked her round buttocks and whispered, "Auntie is a good girl, I'm afraid my uncle will see."
She said helplessly, "Alright then." So she lifted her languid body. But as soon as she sat up, she fell back down and climbed onto me, whispering sweetly, "Oh, you've made me so weak, how can I walk back?"
I said, "Then I'll take you to the door."
Saying that, I got off the ground, helped her sit up, picked up her pajamas from the ground, and put them on her. Then I gently lifted her delicate body and carried her to her bedroom door, letting her stand on the ground. She nestled into my arms, gave me a light kiss on the lips, and slowly went inside. Before closing the door, she blew me another kiss.
The next night, around midnight, my aunt came to my room again. Of course, I satisfied her again and carried her back to my room.
The following day, my uncle went out on business, and my aunt came to my room. The two of them lay on the bed, cuddling and kissing passionately for a long time, and then engaged in two rounds of intense lovemaking. After she calmed down, I whispered to her, "Auntie, don't come to see me tonight. If Uncle finds out, it will be very embarrassing for everyone. Fortunately, he's only home for a week, and we have plenty of time. My dear, please be good, Auntie will listen to you. Please bear with me for a few days, okay?"
My aunt pressed her face against my chest and said softly, "How could I not worry? It's just that he makes me feel like I'm dying every night, and I really can't stand it anymore, so I came to you. Actually, I've been married to him for over ten years and have never been satisfied. But because I've never been with another man, I've always thought that male-female sex is just like that, and even after more than ten years..." I've gotten through it all without feeling anything was wrong. But since you entered my sex life, I've realized that there are such pleasurable things in the world. How can I continue to endure his torment of me, Ah Hua? You probably can't understand the feeling of a woman being tormented by desire. Do you know how much pain Auntie is in? But you're right, a small act of impatience can ruin a big plan. I guess I'll just have to endure it for a few more days."
I hugged her tightly and kissed her like an adult comforting a child, saying, "Auntie is so sensible, such a good girl."
She smiled bitterly and hugged me tightly, rubbing her pretty face against my cheek.
The seventh love affair
lasted three days, and Uncle left.
During these three days, Auntie really didn't look for me again. But I could see that although she often had a smile on her face, there was a kind of melancholy and sorrow hidden between her brows, like someone who had just recovered from a long illness. I felt so sorry for her and really wanted to immediately take her back to the room, quickly take off her clothes, and give her love to bring her pleasure, but I was still rational, so I deliberately avoided her every time.
On the day Uncle left home, several old friends came to see him off at noon. He chatted with everyone in the living room. So I went to the kitchen to help my aunt cook. As soon as I entered, she let out a soft "oh!" and threw herself into my arms. I excitedly hugged her tightly and kissed her.
She said in a trembling voice, "Little Dada, I missed you so much!"
I was still quite clear-headed at that moment, knowing I couldn't tease her, or the consequences would be unimaginable. So I gently pushed her away and said softly,
"Auntie, I'm here to help you cook. The guests are waiting for their meal."
She nodded knowingly, looked at me with a charming gaze, kissed me on the lips, and continued working. Every few minutes, she would turn her head and look at me adoringly. I sighed inwardly, thinking how women could be so cold and aloof when they were heartless, yet so difficult to control when they fell in love.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, we went to the pier to see my uncle off on the ship, and then took a taxi home.
In the taxi, she couldn't resist taking my hand and kissing it, then slipping my hand inside her shirt and pressing it against her breasts. I noticed that her breasts were already very hard. She then pulled my other hand under her skirt, and I felt that she was already overflowing with desire.
Afraid of being seen by the driver, I gazed at her affectionately, gestured to the driver, and gently withdrew both hands.
She playfully stuck out her tongue, looked at me shyly, nodded knowingly, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her seat. I saw her teeth clenched, her body trembling slightly.
I knew she was using all her willpower to control her emotions, so I reached out and put my arm around her slender waist.
Suddenly, she said to the driver, "Sir, please drive faster, we have an urgent matter." The driver indeed sped up.
Finally, we arrived home.
As she got out of the car, she staggered and almost fell, but I quickly caught her. She whispered shyly in my ear, "My body is weak."
I took her arm and helped her back inside. As soon as we entered, she threw herself into my arms, her breath quickening, whispering, "Ah Hua, darling... I missed you... I... I'm going crazy, give it to me, I want it..."
I felt the same way. So, right there in the living room, I skillfully undressed her, and in just a few moments, she was completely naked. I gently lifted her snow-white body and placed her on the sofa. Her body writhed, her large, watery eyes shooting me beams of fiery passion, eagerly awaiting my arrival.
I pounced on her, and
an unprecedented storm began, a long-brewing volcanic eruption.
The shouts were deafening, the cannon fire thundered, and the battle raged, leaving everyone in disarray
. The sounds of flesh rubbing together, skin slapping against skin, the creaking of the sofa, the men's panting, and the women's moans blended together like a grand symphony. This fierce
battle raged from six o'clock in the afternoon until the next morning, still fiercely contested. The battlefield shifted from the living room sofa to the carpet, and then to the soft bed in the bedroom.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, when the two combatants, still tightly entwined, awoke from their deep sleep, they went hand in hand to the bathroom to shower and clean up the mess.
Another fierce water fight began in the bathtub…
…
Three days, neither long nor short, three days
in which the two combatants remained locked in combat.
Waves of climax followed one after another, one trembling after another .
They dozed off while fighting, and even in their dreams, they remained tightly entwined, as if afraid the other would escape.
For three days, the two never separated, only eating simple food when necessary to replenish their energy.
The victory was brilliant, and both sides were extremely satisfied,
beaming with joy and radiant with happiness.
The eighth fruition...
A month later, my aunt whispered shyly beside me, "Darling, I'm afraid there's something wrong with my body."
I stroked her face and asked with concern, "Are you sick?"
She said mysteriously, "No, it seems like I'm pregnant. My period hasn't come this month, and I often feel nauseous and vomit. It seems I'm pregnant."
"Congratulations on becoming a mother soon!" I cupped her face and kissed her lips, saying, "It seems Uncle's return this time has really been fruitful."
Her face flushed, and she said, "It's definitely not his achievement, but yours."
I said doubtfully, "Really?"
"How could it not be?" she whispered. "Have you forgotten that I got my period five days after he left? The few days he was home were during my safe period, so it's safe to say it wasn't his, it was yours."
I asked anxiously, "Oh dear, what should we do?"
She pressed her face against my chest and said softly, "Ahua, I so want a child, but your uncle has been unable to get me pregnant for so many years. Now you've finally made my wish come true, and I have to thank you properly."
I asked anxiously, "What will you tell your uncle when he finds out?"
She smiled and said, "It's alright, I can write to him and say that I haven't had my period since he left. He'll be overjoyed, how could he suspect anything?"
"That's wonderful!" I hugged her and kissed her repeatedly. "I can be a father now!"
She smiled happily and joyfully, her smile so happy and carefree.
...
After ten months of pregnancy, the baby was born smoothly—a very beautiful girl who looked exactly like my aunt. I became a father and was overjoyed. Every time my uncle came back, he would hold the baby close, his joy was understandable.
Unfortunately, my uncle died in a maritime accident. My aunt and I were both deeply saddened.
After we finished handling the funeral arrangements, we returned home. My aunt threw herself into my arms, sobbing, "Ahua, you're my only family now. Don't abandon me."
I held her in my arms, wiping away her tears, and softly said, "Auntie, I will never leave you."
She said, "I'm afraid you won't care about me after you get married."
I said, "I won't get married; I'll stay with you forever."
She said, "How can that be? You need a home."
"Let's sit down and talk," I said, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa. She turned and sat on my lap, nestled in my arms. I continued, "Auntie, don't I already have a family? You're my wife, and we have children. Why do we need to get married again?"
"But in front of outsiders, we always have to hide, afraid of being seen. It's so painful. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could be a publicly acknowledged couple?" Her brows furrowed.
I smiled and stroked her tear-streaked face, saying, "My darling, how could someone as smart as you become so forgetful? Couldn't we move somewhere else, like abroad? Then we could register as husband and wife; who would know we're actually aunt and nephew?
" She chuckled, hugged me, and kissed me repeatedly, saying, "Ah Hua, you're so clever! How could I not have thought of that?"
Later, we immigrated to Singapore and settled there, where we still live now. Our home is harmonious, warm, and full of joy. Our daughter is five years old, as beautiful, smart, and lively as her mother. Our son is three, lively, and strong, just like me. Every weekend, our whole family goes to scenic spots and amusement parks, having a wonderful time.
Because of our happy mood, my aunt seems even younger and more beautiful. I'm now twenty-three, with a short mustache, making me look very mature. When we applied for our immigration visas, we both said we were twenty-three, so I overstated my age by four years and understated hers by six. Now, my colleagues and friends all think my aunt is at least three to five years younger than me.

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