My relationship with my aunt and uncle

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That year I was 20 years old, working as a waiter in a hotel. Full of energy, I loved reading fantasy novels and watching movies, but I didn't have a steady sexual partner. Every day I was alone in my room with my closest friend, Zuo Shou, and we often had things beyond friendship. What could I do? I was a loner!

The bartender in our shop, everyone called her Sister Fan. She was 30 years old, average-looking, but had a great mature woman's charm, so she was often the object of Zuo Shou and my fantasies when we were happy.

She was quite nice to me back then, but at first I didn't sense anything else involved. I thought it was just her brotherly feeling towards me because I helped her with chores and chatted with her. Besides, I was arrogant; I felt that for a young man like me to have anything happen with a woman like that would be beneath me—I was just desperate.

But then something happened that changed my mind.

I remember it was November, it was snowing, and it was very cold. Young people like to show off, so they wear less clothing. And colds really don't discriminate; they come on suddenly. I fell ill, had a high fever, and felt terribly sick.

I believe many friends who work away from home can relate to this feeling—when you're sick, you desperately want someone to take care of you, and you miss home terribly. That's me, sigh! It was a terrible feeling.

I didn't go to work and was lying in my dorm. At noon, Sister Fan came and asked, "What's wrong?" I said, "I think I've caught a cold; I'm chilled all over." She touched my forehead and said, "You have a fever. I'll go get you a doctor." I didn't say anything, and she went out. A little while later, she brought the doctor back, took my temperature—38 degrees Celsius. She

put me on an IV drip, gave me fever reducers, and left. While I was on the IV drip, she sat beside me, touching my forehead every now and then. Normally, I would have objected to such intimate gestures, afraid of gossip. But today, I acquiesced, and even felt a sense of happiness.

She'd taken care of me for two days while I was off work, and my feelings for her were slowly changing. Like family? Not entirely. I gradually realized that it was more of a romantic relationship.

From then on, my attitude towards her changed a lot; it wasn't just a brother-sister feeling anymore. I would tease her all the time, holding her hand, putting my arm around her shoulder. Once, I covered her face with a tablecloth and kissed her. She didn't blame me; she just looked at me affectionately, which made me even more aware that she liked me.

I kept thinking about doing something with her, but I was also a little scared. Her husband was our boss's brother, so I always had the desire but not the courage.

One night, we closed early, and the guys from the restaurant went out for fun, eating barbecue and singing karaoke. They all drank quite a bit, and when they came back, they were basically all drunk. Alcohol emboldens even the bravest! I knew that saying all too well. I lay there thinking for a long time, then mustered up the courage to knock on her door. (She lived in a private room behind the bar.)

I knocked, and she asked, "Who is it? It's so late." I said, "It's me, Sister Fan, keep your voice down." She was silent for a moment, then said, "So late, is something wrong?" I said, "The electric blanket is broken, I'm cold." There was silence for a while; I knew she was probably struggling with her thoughts. About five minutes passed, and I just stood there, and she didn't say a word.

Finally, I heard her unlock the door. My heart immediately felt lighter; I thought, "Tonight I'm the groom, haha." The door opened, and she was wearing a bikini, hugging her shoulders, and whispered, "Come in quickly, it's freezing."

I immediately went in and locked the door behind me. She quickly burrowed under the covers, looked at me, and said, "Sleep, don't think too much. I let you in because I was worried you'd catch a cold." I said, "I knew Sister Fan was the best to me." She smiled and said, "You just realized that?" I said, "Some things don't need to be said; we understand each other."

I took off my underwear, got under the covers, and pulled her close. I could clearly feel her shivering. We held each other like that for about five minutes, neither of us speaking. I started kissing her forehead, ears, and mouth. I could feel her breathing heavily; she seemed aroused.

I rolled over on top of her, kissed her lips, and caressed her breasts. To my disappointment, she turned out to be a small, round woman... I didn't care anymore, I took off her bra and panties, and mine too. I touched her genitals, and they were very wet.

I entered her smoothly, all the way in! Uh~ she let out a soft moan and hugged me tightly. She was getting increasingly wet, giving me the feeling of being on a spaceship: spacious, comfortable, vast, and boundless.

Plus, the alcohol had boosted my performance, and I tried several positions for an hour without feeling like I was going to ejaculate. She climaxed during doggy style, and I felt like I was going to ejaculate too, but after she finished, she collapsed on the bed, saying, "I can't take it anymore, you're too strong!"

I really wanted to say, "It's your boundless expanse that gives me confidence." But I didn't want to hurt her feelings. We continued for a while, and I felt no urge to ejaculate at all. I was so tired and sleepy that I actually fell asleep. Years later, I still laugh when I think about it—I can actually fall asleep during that time, that's amazing!

From then on, she took meticulous care of me, letting me enjoy myself for a while. We made love whenever we had the chance, but it wasn't as intense as the first time. Although she was still large, I ejaculated after a few minutes, always inside her. I didn't think too much about it; she had a child that big, so she should know more than me. But an accident happened—she was pregnant!

I was speechless. I asked her, "Are you a child? Don't you know how to be careful about this?" She said, "Maybe the IUD fell out. I don't know if it's his or yours." I was even more confused and asked her, "What should we do?" She said, "What else can we do? Get rid of it!"

How tragic! If it were me, my first child would be gone!

Later, her niece came to work at our restaurant. We were about the same age, and over time, feelings developed, and we slowly started a romantic relationship—she's now my wife!

The night before I was to go to my wife's house to meet her parents, Fan Jie and I had a wild night! She kept crying, but she kept taking from me.

The next morning when I woke up, she said: "We can't be together anymore. From today onwards, you should call me Auntie. Forget everything from the past!" I was very sad at the time, but it was a fact. And so, we have been living as elder and younger relatives ever since, until now.

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