Aunt and nephew

My name is
Wei

Hua, but people call me Ahua. I work for a company in Singapore. My beautiful and virtuous wife and I have a touching and legendary story. Today, I'll tell you about it; I think you'll be deeply moved.

I'm an only child; my parents died when I was twelve. I moved from mainland China to Hong Kong and lived with my aunt. My aunt is my mother's youngest sister, and my uncle is a first mate on an ocean liner.

This happened five years ago. I was seventeen, five feet eleven inches tall, weighed 165 pounds, and was handsome and dashing.

My aunt was ten years older than me, twenty-seven that year. Although she was already in her thirties, she was naturally beautiful, with 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 today are beautiful, none can compare to her.

Especially her large eyes possess a unique charm; one glance from them is enough to captivate any man in the world. Not only is she stunningly beautiful, but she also exudes an elegant and dignified aura, possessing a refined and graceful demeanor—truly a classical Eastern beauty of unparalleled grace.

Because she has never given birth, her figure is slender yet full-figured, with snow-white, rosy, and delicate skin, making her exceptionally beautiful.

Although she doesn't usually pay much attention to dressing up or grooming, she looks no more than twenty years old. Because we are aunt and niece, and I resemble her in many ways, strangers often mistake her for my older sister when we go out together.

She graduated from the Literature Department of Fudan University, receiving higher education and possessing excellent cultural refinement and moral character. My aunt's husband told me that during her school years, her stunning 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 in school, she was the object of many handsome young men's affections. However, she was already taken; she had fallen for my aunt's husband in high school, and he eventually married her while he was studying at the Ocean College. Therefore, I have always deeply admired my aunt.

Because my aunt's husband has a substantial income, he doesn't allow her to work, so she has always stayed at home. Unfortunately, my uncle is a sailor and is often away from home, leaving my aunt alone. Luckily, I'm always there to keep her company, which alleviates her loneliness considerably.

I often see a frown on my aunt's face, as if she's hiding a deep sadness and melancholy. I think she might have something troubling her. And I've heard her crying several times at night. When

I asked her why she was crying, she said, "Ahua, you're too young to understand your aunt's suffering." Seeing that she wouldn't tell me, I felt too embarrassed to press her further.

But I knew 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 could I, a mere child, do to help her? Besides, I didn't even know what she needed.

One night, I got up to go to the bathroom and passed by her room. I heard my aunt groaning in what sounded like great pain. My heart skipped a beat, wondering if she was sick. 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 hand was stroking a spot below her abdomen with her fingers. Worried that something had happened to her, I knocked on the door and asked, "Auntie, are you sick?"

She was startled by my voice and trembled as she said, "No... I... I'm not sick. You... you mustn't come in..." Confused, I left and couldn't sleep afterward, keeping a close watch on my aunt's room.

After she woke up in the 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 a lot in her sex life.

Recalling her behavior that night, I concluded she was masturbating.

After all, she was a healthy, energetic young woman, spending her days alone in her empty room, essentially living a life of widowhood. I truly felt sorry for my aunt.

Of course, I still don't understand why people must have sexual intercourse with the opposite sex, and what the benefits are. Why should my aunt have to masturbate because she hasn't had sex with my uncle for a long time?

I gradually developed a desire to interact with women. Perhaps this meant I was beginning to mature.

Sometimes I even had sudden, whimsical thoughts: "If I were to marry a wife as gentle, virtuous, and beautiful as my aunt, I would never be a seaman; I would stay by her side, bringing her happiness and joy."

The second time I glimpsed her beauty ,

I was working in a garment factory in the Kwai Chung New District. One day, after attending a colleague's wedding banquet, I returned home slightly drunk and feeling very hot. I rushed into the bathroom wanting a cold shower.

To my surprise, my aunt was showering naked; she had forgotten to lock the door. I pushed open the door and saw her slender, smooth figure, immediately turning to back out.

Hearing the door open, my aunt turned around, saw me, and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, why didn't you knock?"

"I...I...I don't know..." I stammered, head down.

"Oh, the smell of alcohol is strong. Did you drink a lot again, Ah-hua? You can't drink like that in the future," she said considerately.

"Yes, Auntie," I replied and was about to leave.

"Ah-hua, come back," she called gently.

I lowered my head and asked, "What is it, Auntie?" but I 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. Here, take a shower 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 said softly, "Auntie isn't wearing any clothes. I'm embarrassed."

She exclaimed, "Little kid, why are you making such a fuss? Anyway, you've already seen me. Looking a few more times won't make a difference. Just go wash up 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 I felt too embarrassed in front of a woman. So I showered with my clothes on.

She said, "Silly boy, why don't you take off your clothes?"

I stammered.

She said, "Take them off. Don't be shy in front of your aunt. Look, I'm naked too. You just peeked at my naked body, and I didn't blame 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 erect. I was afraid she would see it, 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? Why is your little thing sticking up so high? I can't believe it's so thick and long for someone your age!"

I blushed deeply, thinking that she forbade me to look at her, but she was looking at me anyway. How else would she know how high my penis was? I didn't know what to say and involuntarily covered my unruly, thick penis with both hands. I knew this was probably due to the alcohol, plus the fact that I had just seen my aunt's stunningly beautiful naked body, and my lust suddenly arose. Because I had never seen a woman's body before, and my aunt was so beautiful that no man could control himself.

Although my aunt said I wasn't allowed to look at her, how could I, as a man, resist a naked, gorgeous woman? I would steal glances at her from time to time, but fortunately, she was mostly facing away from me with her back or to the side, so I could admire her boldly.

At this moment, her back was facing me. I saw her slender, pink neck, snow-white and delicate, flowing gracefully downwards, connecting with her full, rounded shoulders. Her back was straight, full and graceful—truly voluptuous yet supple.

Suddenly, she turned to face me, allowing me to admire her full, rounded breasts, their skin like solidified cream. Seeing those peaks, I was suddenly reminded of Mount Fuji in Japan—so beautiful, like a pair of newly steamed, oversized steamed buns, firm and unyielding. The two bright red nipples atop her breasts resembled buds about to bloom after the rain, displaying vibrant life and unparalleled beauty. Her abdomen, beneath her breasts, was flat, delicate, and slightly protruding.

She had finished soaping and was rinsing. Her slender waist swayed frequently under the shower, like a willow dancing in the spring breeze, graceful and charming. Several sweet, flowing curves drew my gaze to her round, full buttocks. Ah, the skin there was glistening and bulging, as if the delicate skin was about to burst. It was truly a masterpiece of nature, radiant like a full moon.

Below her flat abdomen was a mound-like protrusion, which I had never seen before, but 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 were without an ounce of excess fat, their curves so harmonious and flowing…

Her delicate body swayed beneath the spray of flowers, like a fairy gracefully dancing.

The third time I touched Yu

, I was incredibly aroused and wanted 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 topic in books and magazines and always longed for a chance to try it.

I had no mind to take a shower anymore; I stood there motionless, admiring her intently.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't look at me!" A sudden shout woke me from my dream. I saw my aunt looking at me coquettishly.

Stimulated by her beautiful naked body, I couldn't resist.

I rushed over to hug her; 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 hide it was pointless, because I had already secretly observed her body for a long time and saw everything clearly.

I reached out and touched her breasts. She tried to push me away, but she couldn't overpower me.

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 point, I was unable to stop myself and buried my head in her pink 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 noticed that she was no longer struggling and leaned her head back against 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 turned around and stood in front of her. I saw her head tilted back, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, 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..."

Of course, I didn't stop. I held her head with one hand and pressed my lips against hers. She stopped struggling and let me kiss her passionately. Then I felt her arms tightly 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 at them with my tongue. Her body trembled instantly. Then I knelt down, hugged her thighs, buried my head between her legs, and kissed her hairy genitals.

At this moment, a clear, high-pitched moan, like the cry of a nightingale, 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 slightly to make it easier for my tongue to enter. Perhaps her desire had been aroused by me, and she had become very docile. I smelled a faint fragrance from her vagina.

Under my caresses, she stood there motionless, her eyes half-closed, her mouth half-open, her face full of shyness, her hands and feet moving helplessly, softly and intermittently calling my name.

"Oh... Ah Hua... Ah Hua... You... you naughty boy... Oh dear... you little devil... you can't do this."

This is probably what they call "intoxicated" in novels

. I think my aunt must be in a very conflicted situation right now. On the one hand, she has long been "sexually hungry," craving a man's caresses both physically and psychologically. On the other hand, she is a respectable person and has never had the thought of having an affair or any experience with infidelity. If an outsider were to violate her today, she would definitely 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 indecisiveness—wanting to obey yet afraid to obey, wanting to resist yet unwilling to resist.

My poor aunt, usually so quick-witted, intelligent, strong, dignified, and decisive, was now so weak and powerless in this battle between emotion and reason, manipulated at will, like a child without any opinions, helpless in the face of this sudden turn of events. But

judging from her current behavior, "need" seemed to be in control of 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 let her quickly escape her torment and find joy. I don't think what I'm doing is incestuous, because I don't intend to marry her or have her bear my children. I just want to help my loved one overcome her sexual frustration. What's wrong with a family member helping another? So I made up my mind to possess her immediately.

I pressed down on her shoulders. Her eyes were tightly closed, her body trembling, and she obediently squatted down. I helped her lie on the ground, and she didn't resist. I spread her legs and climbed on top of her, holding her body tightly.

She realized something was wrong and opened her beautiful eyes, pushing my hands away and murmuring softly, "No...no...Ahua...oh, the ground is so cold."

I didn't want to force her, thinking it would be better to go to the bedroom first, so I helped her stand up, grabbed a towel, and dried her off.

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 off and pulling her hand out of the bathroom.

She looked at me with hazy eyes and said shyly, "I'm not dressed yet, what will I look like going out like this?"

I said, "Anyway, there are no outsiders 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 picked up her delicate body in my arms as soon as I entered the bedroom. Although she was quite tall, 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 that my aunt's eyes were misty, her face flushed like a rosy cloud, like a peony in the rain. I couldn't resist my desire and began to caress her body. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, yet she was gently struggling and blindly pushing me away. But I could tell she wasn't giving it her all; she was "half-heartedly resisting."

I wanted to strike while the iron was hot and immediately use the method I learned from adult movies to stick out my tongue and lick her body, starting from her cheeks, ears, and neck, down to her breasts. With each lick, her body trembled 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 groins, with even more effort, until she moaned and trembled uncontrollably.

Her reaction was especially intense when I licked her clitoris; she breathed rapidly, her body twisted incessantly, and she cried out, "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 again, "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 her vaginal discharge was particularly abundant and smelled delicious, so I swallowed it in large gulps.

"Ahua...hug me...come up and hold me tight..." she murmured shyly, her eyes slightly open.

I immediately got into bed and lay down next to her, tightly embracing her soft, voluptuous body and passionately kissing her skin.

She couldn't help but open her arms and hug me tightly, cooperatively parting her lips slightly to receive my tongue, her tongue gently licking my tongue with the tip. At that moment, I noticed 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. I lifted her upper body up. I held her and kissed her while my hard penis pressed against her soft vulva.

Her pelvis was moving, rising and falling. I had heard that male-female intercourse involves the penis being inserted into the woman's vagina, so I tried to insert my hard penis into that tight entrance. The first two times I couldn't get in. I noticed that she seemed very nervous and that she had spread her legs a little wider. I continued to thrust...

At this moment, her waist suddenly arched upwards, followed by a cry of "Oh!" and she closed her eyes. I couldn't tell if it was a cry of joy or fear.

I only felt my penis enter a sheath. The sheath was warm and soft, tight and slippery, holding my penis, and it was also rhythmically undulating.

This was my first time being with a woman, so there was an indescribable sense of novelty. I lay motionless on my aunt's soft, elastic breasts, savoring this warm feeling I had never experienced before. I thought this was what making love was, because I had never heard of it before.

Her pelvis was twisting, her hips undulating up and down. I still didn't understand. After a while, my aunt slightly opened her eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she said softly, her voice a mix of coquettishness and pleading,

"Ahua, why aren't you moving? Hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

Confused, I asked, "Auntie, how do I move?" I continued, "Auntie, teach me! I've never done this before."

She looked at me with a wry smile and said softly, "You little rascal, you don't even know how to do it, yet you tried to rape your auntie. Now I have to teach you." "How dare you rape me?"

She pinched the base of my penis with two fingers and said, "Your precious little one needs to keep going in and out of me, thrusting hard, to feel good. But you have to be gentle at first, go slow and be light, otherwise I can't take it. Once I have a strong reaction and you feel that I'm very lubricated, 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, and the moans grew louder and louder.

When she whispered for me to go faster, I accelerated forcefully.

About seven minutes later, I suddenly felt my penis swell violently, a surge of electricity coursing through my body, and then my body went limp, my penis throbbing involuntarily. I figured this must be ejaculation.

As I ejaculated, my aunt hugged me tightly, her legs also gripping mine tightly, her body convulsing violently. After about half a minute, she released her grip, and I lay there motionless, as if asleep. I didn't know if something was wrong with her, so I gently kissed her face and whispered, "Auntie, are you alright?"

She slightly opened her beautiful eyes, 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 very tired; she didn't even have the strength to speak.

I continued to climb on top of her. About ten minutes later, my penis regained its hardness and was eager to enter her. I saw my aunt's appreciative expression and her waist twisting.

I asked, "Auntie, can we do it again?"

She smiled and nodded, saying sweetly, "As many times as you have the energy."

So I started again. This time I had experience and didn't need my aunt's guidance. She also kept her eyes closed and enjoyed it. This time I lasted for twenty minutes. At five minutes, she started moaning and twisting her waist. I also noticed that whenever I slowed down and softened the pressure before suddenly going fast and deep again, she would cry out as if it felt very good. In this way, I gradually developed a "three slow, one fast, three shallow, one deep" tactic to make her feel even better.

Seeing her soft, pitiful cries, as if she were about to collapse, only fueled my sense of male heroism.

By the fifteenth minute, she began to scream loudly, gripping the pillow tightly with both hands, her head swaying from side to side, murmuring, "Faster, faster," "Harder, harder!"

I thrust wildly, her snow-white, tender body rocking and trembling like a small boat in a stormy sea. She was still shouting, "Please, faster, harder!"

Suddenly she screamed, her body stopped writhing and began to tremble. I stopped too. She clung to me tightly, so tightly. Then her body convulsed, and she quickly closed her eyes and went limp, like a dead woman. Based on my previous reading, I knew my aunt had experienced another intense orgasm. So I gently stroked her and kissed her tenderly to help her calm down. Twenty minutes after

the fifth time we were together,

she opened her eyes. She looked at me lying beside her and smiled, saying, "..." "My dear, are you tired?" I said proudly. "No, I'm not tired at all." She turned to face me and lovingly stroked my hair and face, then moved down to stroke my chest and stomach, playing with my pubic hair. Suddenly, she grabbed my still erect penis and said,

"You're 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 family bliss 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, hard, and strong. He only lasts a minute or two inside. I could never orgasm in such a short time."

I kissed her. I pulled her closer, stroking her pretty face, and said emotionally, "Auntie, I want to make it up to you. From today onwards, I'll give you orgasms every day."

She excitedly hugged me tightly, tears welling in her eyes. She kissed me wildly 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. Honey, I'm not sad, I'm just happy and joyful because of you." After saying that, she hugged me and kissed my face.

We rolled around on the bed, kissing passionately. Suddenly, as I rolled onto her, my penis somehow entered her vagina again.

She suddenly stopped moving, her breathing quickened, and her large, watery eyes gazed at me with captivating light, filled with joy and longing. She softly said, "Ah, little baby, it went in by itself… Ah Hua… I want more… move faster!"

I immediately thrust forcefully. This time, in less than a minute, she began to scream. I thrust even more frantically, and her snow-white body tossed and turned like a small boat in a storm, her two rosy nipples standing high, vibrant and eye-catching, truly like two red lanterns on the mast of a small boat…

My aunt's third orgasm came, and she collapsed onto the bed once more, panting softly, 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 breast. She twisted her body, let out a soft "whoosh," and fell into my arms.

I touched her blushing face, which had become even more rosy with shyness, and suddenly exclaimed, "Auntie is usually so dignified and serene, but I never imagined she would be such a charming and delicate girl in bed. It's like she's a completely different person!"

She let out an "Oh," pressed her shy face against my chest, and gently punched my back with her small fist, softly calling out, "You're so naughty, you're so naughty boy, you can't say that to me!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore, I admit I was wrong," I said, patting and stroking her back like I was coaxing a child.

After a while, she said in a sweet voice, "My darling, don't go back to the room, just stay here with me, okay?" I nodded in agreement. She continued, "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 around and hugged me tightly, exclaiming, "That's wonderful!"

Seeing how happy she was, I lovingly put my arm around her neck, pulled her into my arms, and patted her fair, delicate, round, and plump bottom, saying, "My lovely little aunt, my sweetheart, I won't leave you for a single day."

"Never...don't...leave," she repeated my words again and again,

tears streaming down her face. "Auntie, don't cry," I gently patted her and licked the tears off her face with my tongue.

She chuckled and then buried her face in my chest shyly.

We hugged each other tightly and fell asleep without realizing it.

From that day on, I moved into her room and made love to her every night.

My lovely 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, beautiful clothes, and her long hair flowing over her shoulders, my aunt looked even younger and more beautiful. Her beautiful and cheerful singing 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. Six months after

my first love,

my uncle returned home. Upon seeing me, he exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, Ahua's grown up! He's gotten so taller in the past year, he's like a real man now!"

During dinner, he asked, "Does Ahua have a girlfriend?"

My mind immediately conjured up images of me passionately making love to my aunt's body, and my face flushed.

My aunt, seeing this, immediately freed 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 her face also flushed as she said this.

I chuckled to myself; what did I not understand? I was already a brave knight.

After dinner, my uncle said he was too tired and pulled my aunt back to her room to rest. Of course, I knew in my heart 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 little lonely and empty. 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 the cold, empty bed, I felt very uncomfortable. Unable to sleep, I lay in bed reading. Before long, my aunt pushed open the door and came in. She came to the bedside, wearing only a nightgown,

and with a gentle shake, the nightgown 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 miss you so much. Uncle still caresses my whole body like before, making me feel like I'm dying and I can't stop before he goes in. But he finishes quickly after just a few minutes and goes limp, then falls asleep and won't wake 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 reached out her two slender hands and skillfully undressed me.

"Poor Auntie," I hugged her and tenderly stroked this pitiful and lovely beauty, gently kissing her cherry lips. Then I 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 sweet voice, "No, I can't bear to leave you."

I gently stroked her round bottom and whispered, "Auntie is a good girl, I'm afraid Uncle will see."

She said helplessly, "Alright then." So she lifted her lazy body. But as soon as she sat up, she fell back down and climbed on top of 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 picked up her delicate body and carried her to the door of her bedroom, letting her stand on the ground. She nestled into my arms, gave me a light kiss on the lips, and slowly went into the house. 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 errands, and my aunt came to my room. The two 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, please don't come looking for me tonight. It will be very embarrassing for everyone if Uncle finds out. Fortunately, he's only home for a week, 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, "Of course I'm worried, but he makes me feel like I'm dying every night, I just can't stand it anymore, that's why 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 believed that male-female sex life is nothing more than this, and so it's been over ten years..." I've gotten through it all and didn't think anything was wrong. But ever 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? 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.

Chapter Seven, Passionate Love

. Three more days passed, and Uncle left.

During those three days, Auntie really didn't look for me again. But I could see that although she often smiled, there was a melancholy and sorrow hidden between her brows, like someone recovering from a long illness. My heart ached for her; I wanted to immediately carry her back to her room, quickly undress her, and give her love to bring her joy. But I remained rational, so I deliberately avoided her each time.

On the day my uncle left home, several old friends came to see him off. He chatted with everyone in the living room. I went to the kitchen to help my aunt cook. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she cried out and rushed into my arms. I excitedly hugged her tightly and kissed her.

She said in a trembling voice, "Little Dada, I missed you so much."

My mind was still clear; I knew I couldn't tease her, or the consequences would be unimaginable. So I gently pushed her away and softly said, "Auntie, I'm here to help you cook. The guests are waiting to eat!"

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 affectionately. I thought to myself, how a woman can be so cold and aloof when she's heartless, yet so difficult to control when she's infatuated. At

five o'clock in the afternoon, we went to the pier, saw my uncle onto the ship, and then took a taxi home.

In the taxi, she couldn't resist taking my hand and kissing it, then slipping it inside her blouse and pressing it against her breasts. I noticed they were quite erect. She then pulled my other hand under her skirt, and I felt her already overflowing with desire.

Afraid of being seen by the driver, I gazed at her affectionately, nuzzling him before gently withdrawing both hands.

She playfully stuck out her tongue, looking at me shyly, nodding knowingly, then closing her eyes and leaning back in her seat. I saw her biting her lip, her body trembling slightly.

I knew she was using all her willpower to control her emotions, so I reached out and wrapped my arm around her slender waist.

Suddenly, she said to the driver, "Driver, please drive faster, we have an urgent matter." The driver indeed sped up.

Finally, we arrived home.

As she got off the bus, one leg had just come out when she wobbled and almost fell. I quickly caught her. She whispered shyly in my ear, "My body is weak."

I took her arm and led her back. As soon as we entered the house, 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, unleashing an unprecedented storm of passion, a long-brewing volcanic eruption, deafening roars and thunderous barrages, leaving everyone sprawled and the sky dark.

The sounds of flesh rubbing together, skin slapping against skin, the creaking of the sofa, men's panting, and women's moans blended into a grand symphony, a symphony only fit for the heavens.

The fierce battle raged from six 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 in the afternoon, when the two locked in a tight embrace awoke from their deep sleep, they held hands and went to the bathroom to shower and clean up the battlefield.

Another fierce water fight began in the bathtub…

…

Three days, neither long nor short.

For three days, the two were locked in a constant struggle.

Waves of climax followed one after another, tremors surging one after another.

They fought and slept, even in their dreams they clung tightly to each other, as if afraid the other would escape.

For three days, they never separated, only occasionally eating simple foods to replenish their energy.

The result was brilliant; both were extremely satisfied, beaming with joy and radiant with happiness. A month after

the eighth gestation

, my aunt whispered shyly to me in bed, "Honey, 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 looks like I'm pregnant."

"Congratulations on going to be a mother soon," I said, cupping her face and kissing her on the lips. "It seems Uncle has really accomplished something this time."

Her face flushed and she said, "It's definitely not his achievement, but yours."

I said doubtfully, "Really?"

"Of course it is," she whispered. "Have you forgotten that I got my period five days after he left? The days he was home were my safe period, so it's definitely not his, it's yours."

I asked anxiously, "Oh dear! What should we do!"

She pressed her face against my chest and said softly, "Ahua, I so want to have 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 okay, 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!"

She smiled happily and joyfully, her smile so cheerful 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. My uncle always held the baby close whenever he came home; his joy was understandable.

Unfortunately, my uncle died in a maritime accident. My aunt and I were both devastated.

After the funeral, we returned home, and 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, wiped away her tears, and softly said, "Auntie, I will never leave you!"

She said, "I'm afraid you'll neglect me after you get married!"

I said, "I won't get married; I'll be with you for life!"

She said, "How can that be? You have to have 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, snuggling into 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 we always have to hide in front of outsiders, afraid of being seen. It's so uncomfortable. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could be an open couple?" She frowned.

I smiled and stroked her tear-streaked face, saying, "My darling, how could someone as smart as you become so forgetful? Can't we move somewhere else, like to a foreign country? Then we can register as husband and wife, and who would know we're actually aunt and niece?"

She chuckled, hugged me, and kissed me repeatedly, then said, "Ahua, you're so smart. How come I didn't think of that?"

Later, we immigrated to Singapore and settled there, where we still live now. Our home is harmonious, warm, and full of joy. My daughter is five years old, as beautiful, smart, and lively as her mother. My son is three, lively, strong, and looks just like me. Every weekend, our whole family goes to scenic spots and amusement parks and has a great time.

Because of our happy mood, my aunt looks even younger and more beautiful. I am now twenty-three years old, with a short mustache, which makes me look very mature. When we applied for immigration visas, we said we were both twenty-three years old, which means I reported my age as four years older and her age as six years younger. Now, my colleagues and friends all think that my aunt is at least three to five years younger than me.

[The End]

Chapter One: Cherishing Flowers

My name is Wei Hua, and people call me Ahua. I work for a company in Singapore. There is a touching and legendary story between me and my beautiful and virtuous wife. I'd like to share it with you today, and I think it will deeply move you.

I am an only child; my parents died when I was 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 years old, five feet eleven inches tall, weighed 165 pounds, and was handsome, dashing, and charming.

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, and graceful features with willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and an oval face. My aunt's beauty can be described as breathtaking and unparalleled. Although some movie stars and singers today are very beautiful, none of them can compare to my aunt.

My aunt's large eyes, in particular, possess a unique charm; one glance from them and no man in the world could resist. She is not only stunningly beautiful, but also possesses an elegant and dignified air, exuding a refined and graceful presence—truly a classical Eastern beauty of unparalleled grace.

Having never given birth, she is slender yet voluptuous, with fair, rosy, and delicate skin, making her exceptionally beautiful.

Although she doesn't usually pay much attention to her appearance, she looks no more than twenty years old. Because we are aunt and niece, and my appearance is similar to hers in many ways, strangers often mistake her for my older sister when we walk together.

She graduated from the Literature Department of Fudan University, receiving higher education and possessing excellent cultural refinement and moral character. My aunt's husband told me that when my aunt was in school, her stunning beauty, excellent grades, and outstanding social skills made her the student council president. She was always the host of large-scale cultural events.

During her years in school, she was the object of many handsome young men's affections. But she was already taken; she had fallen for my aunt's husband in high school, and he eventually became her husband while she was studying at a maritime college. Therefore, I have always deeply admired my aunt. Because my

aunt's husband has a high income, he doesn't allow her to work, so she has always stayed at home. Unfortunately, my aunt's husband is a sailor and is often away from home, leaving her alone. Fortunately, I am always there to keep her company, which alleviates much of her loneliness.

I noticed my aunt's brow was often furrowed, as if hiding boundless melancholy. I suspected she had some worries weighing on her mind. Several times at night, I heard her crying.

When I asked her why, she said, "Ahua, you're too young to understand your aunt's suffering." Seeing she wouldn't tell me, I felt too embarrassed to press her further.

But I knew 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, to find ways to make her happy. She also liked me very much, raising me like her own child.

But what could a child like me do to help her? Besides, I didn't even know what she needed.

One night, I got up to go to the bathroom and passed by her room, hearing my aunt groaning in apparent 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 grasping and kneading her breast, the other hand stroking a spot below her abdomen. Worried something was wrong, I knocked and asked, "Auntie, are you sick?"

She was startled by my voice, trembling, and said, "No...I...I'm not sick. You...please don't come in..." Confused, I left and couldn't sleep afterward, keeping a close watch on my aunt's room.

The next morning, I asked her what was wrong. She blushed and said, "It's nothing. 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, I learned to see things more clearly.

Especially after watching movies, reading novels, and books on sex education, I vaguely sensed that my aunt lacked nothing, probably because my uncle was often away. As a young woman, she must have suffered a lot in her sex life.

Recalling her behavior that night, I concluded she was masturbating.

After all, she was a healthy, energetic young woman, spending her days alone in her empty room, essentially living a life of widowhood. I truly felt 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 because she hadn't had sex with my uncle for a long time?

I gradually developed a desire to have contact with the opposite sex. Perhaps this meant I was beginning to mature.

Sometimes I even had sudden fantasies: "If I were to marry a wife as gentle, virtuous, and beautiful as my aunt, I would never be a seaman; I would stay by her side year-round, bringing her happiness and joy."

The second time I glimpsed her beauty,

I was working in a garment factory in the Kwai Chung New District. One day, after attending a colleague's wedding banquet, I returned home slightly drunk and feeling very hot. I rushed into the bathroom wanting a cold shower.

To my surprise, my aunt was showering naked; she had forgotten to lock the door. I pushed the door open and saw her slender, smooth figure, immediately turning to back out.

Hearing the door open, my aunt turned around, saw me, and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, why didn't you knock?"

"I...I...I don't know..." I stammered, head down.

"Oh, the smell of alcohol is strong! Did you drink a lot again, Ah-hua? You can't drink like that in the future," she kindly advised me.

"Yes, Auntie," I replied and was about to leave.

"Ahua, come back," she called gently, stopping me.

I lowered my head and asked, "Auntie, what is it?" but still glanced at her sideways, noticing she was covering her breasts with one hand and her genitals with the other.

She said, "You're all sweaty. How about you take a shower over there? Just don't look at me."

"This..." I hesitated, because I was a grown-up, and my aunt was naked, so I felt a little embarrassed and whispered, "Auntie isn't wearing any clothes, I'm embarrassed."

She exclaimed, "Little kid, why are you making such a fuss? You've already seen me, a few more glances won't make a difference. Just hurry up and shower, and don't look at me anymore."

Seeing how sincere my auntie's attitude was, I had no choice but to turn on the tap. Normally, you should take off your clothes to shower, but how could I be so embarrassed in front of a woman? So I showered with my clothes on.

She said, "Silly boy, why don't you take off your clothes?"

I stammered.

She said, "Take them off. Don't be shy in front of your aunt. Look, I'm naked too. You peeked at my naked body just now, and I didn't blame 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 erect. 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? Why is your little thing sticking up so high? I can't believe it's so thick and long for someone your age!"

I blushed deeply, thinking that she forbade me to look at her, but she was looking at me anyway. How else would she know how high my penis was? I didn't know what to say and involuntarily covered my unruly, thick penis with both hands. I knew this was probably due to the alcohol, plus the fact that I had just seen my aunt's stunningly beautiful naked body, and my lust suddenly arose. Because I had never seen a woman's body before, and my aunt was so beautiful that no man could control himself.

Although my aunt said I wasn't allowed to look at her, how could I, as a man, resist a naked, gorgeous woman? I would steal glances at her from time to time, but fortunately, she was mostly facing away from me with her back or to the side, so I could admire her boldly.

At this moment, her back was facing me. I saw her slender, pink neck, snow-white and delicate, flowing gracefully downwards, connecting to her full, rounded shoulders. Her back was straight, full and graceful, truly voluptuous yet boneless.

Suddenly, she turned to face me from the side, allowing me to admire her full, plump breasts with skin like solidified cream. Seeing those breasts, I suddenly thought of Mount Fuji in Japan—so beautiful, like a pair of newly steamed, oversized steamed buns, firm and without the slightest droop. The two bright red nipples atop her breasts resembled budding flowers after the rain, displaying vibrant vitality and unparalleled beauty. Her abdomen, beneath her soft breasts, was flat, delicate, and slightly rounded.

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 curves then drew my gaze to her round, full buttocks. Ah, the skin there was glistening and swollen, as if the delicate skin was about to burst. Truly a masterpiece of nature, she was like a radiant full moon.

Below that flat stomach was a mound-like protrusion, one I had never seen before, but I was certain it was the female genitalia described in books, covered with a sparse, triangular patch of glossy black pubic hair. Her round, slender legs were without an ounce of excess fat, their curves perfectly proportioned and flowing…

Her delicate body swayed beneath the spray, like a fairy gracefully dancing. During my

third encounter with her

, I was overcome with desire, 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 on this subject in books and magazines and always longed for the opportunity to try.

I no longer cared about bathing; I stood there, motionless, utterly captivated by her beauty.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't look at me!" A sudden shout jolted 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; 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 herself was unnecessary, because I had already secretly observed her body for a long time and saw everything clearly.

I reached out and touched her breasts. She tried to push me away, but she wasn't as strong as me.

I held her around the waist and held her tightly with my arms, so she could only curse me repeatedly, calling me a "little beast" and "worse than an animal."

I was now completely captivated, burying my face in her neck, back, and behind her ears, kissing her passionately.

Her body began to tremble slightly. Although she was still resisting, her strength had lessened, and she wasn't as resolute as before.

Later, I noticed she had stopped struggling and leaned her head back against my shoulder, so I released her arms. Although her arms were free, she no longer resisted, standing motionless with her body trembling slightly.

I then turned to face her and saw her head slightly tilted back, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her cherry lips trembling slightly. I immediately 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 to hers. She stopped struggling and let me kiss her passionately. Then I felt her arms tightly wrapped around my waist, her two small fists lightly pounding my back intermittently.

I kissed every part of her face and neck frantically, then squatted down and kissed her breasts, gently biting them with my tongue. Her body trembled instantly. Then I squatted down again, hugged her thighs, buried my head between her legs, and kissed her hairy pubic area.

At this moment, a clear, high-pitched moan, like the cry of a nightingale, 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 slightly to make it easier for my tongue to enter. Perhaps her desire had been aroused by me, making her very docile. I smelled a faint fragrance from her vagina.

Under my caresses, she stood there motionless, her eyes half-closed and mouth half-open, her face full of shyness, helplessly gesturing and softly calling my name intermittently.

"Oh... Ah Hua... Ah Hua... you... naughty boy... oh dear... you little devil... you can't do this."

This must be what they call "intoxicated" in novels .

I think my aunt must be in a very conflicted state right now. On the one hand, she was chronically sexually frustrated, craving male affection both physically and psychologically. On the other hand, she was a virtuous woman with no history of infidelity or extramarital affairs. If an outsider were to violate her today, she would undoubtedly fight back fiercely. However, she didn't treat me as an outsider, but as a "loving one" whom she had raised. Yet, I was also a man—not her husband, but a man who passionately and proactively offered her comfort. Therefore, she faced a battle between "need" and "chastity." She was at a loss, displaying a state of indecisiveness—wanting to obey yet afraid to obey, wanting to resist yet unwilling to resist.

My poor aunt, usually so quick-witted, intelligent, strong, dignified, and decisive. But today, caught in this battle between emotion and reason, she was so weak and helpless, manipulated at will, like a child without any opinions, completely at a loss in the face of this sudden turn of events.

Judging from her current behavior, "need" seemed to be the dominant force 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 incestuous, because I didn't intend to marry her or have her bear my children. I simply wanted to help my loved one escape her sexual frustration. What's wrong with a loved one helping another? So I made up my mind to possess her immediately.

I pressed down on her shoulders. Her eyes were tightly closed, her body trembling, and she obediently squatted down. I helped her lie down on the ground, and she didn't resist. I spread her legs and climbed on top of her, holding her delicate body tightly.

She realized something was wrong, opened her beautiful eyes, pushed my hands away, and murmured softly, "No...no...Ahua...oh, the ground is so cold."

I didn't want to force her, thinking it would be better to go to the bedroom, so I helped her stand up, grabbed a towel, and dried her body.

She neither refused nor agreed, but stood motionless with her eyes tightly closed, letting me wipe and caress every inch of her naked body. I wiped very 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 off before pulling her hand out of the bathroom.

She looked at me shyly, her eyes still blurry with sleep, 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 your clothes in the bedroom." She didn't object anymore, and I pushed and pulled her back to the bedroom.

The fourth time I

entered 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 carrying her didn't feel heavy at all.

I placed her on the bed, and saw my aunt's eyes were hazy, her face flushed like a rosy cloud, her beauty like a peony in the rain. Unable to resist, I caressed her body. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, yet she was struggling slightly and blindly resisting. But I could tell she wasn't giving it her all; she was only half-heartedly resisting.

I wanted to strike while the iron was hot and immediately use the method I learned from adult movies to stick out my tongue and lick her body, starting from her cheeks, ears, and neck, down to her breasts. Every time I licked, 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, so I 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...hug me...come up and hug me tightly..." she murmured shyly, her eyes slightly open.

I immediately got into bed and lay down next to her, holding her soft, plump body tightly in my arms and kissing her passionately, 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 my tongue with the tip of her tongue. At that moment, I noticed that her eyes were very special, a kind of eyes I had never seen before. It was a combination of gratitude, longing, expectation, and excitement, which was very charming.

Seeing that the time was right, I climbed on top of her, one hand under her neck and the other under her waist, lifting her upper body. I held her, kissing her, my hard penis pressing against her soft vulva.

Her pelvis moved, rising and falling. I'd heard that intercourse involves the penis entering the woman's vagina, so I tried to insert my erect penis into her tight opening. The first two times I couldn't get in. I noticed she seemed very nervous 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 cry of joy or fear.

I only felt my penis enter a tight passage. The condom was warm and soft, tight yet slippery, encasing my penis, and it was rhythmically undulating.

This was my first time with a woman, so there was an indescribable sense of novelty. I lay motionless on my aunt's soft, elastic breasts, savoring this unprecedented feeling of warmth. I thought this was what making love was, because I had never heard of it before.

Her pelvis was twisting, her hips undulating. I still didn't understand. After a while, my aunt slightly opened her eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she said softly, her voice a mix of coquettishness and pleading,

"Ahua, why aren't you moving? Hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

Confused, I asked, "Auntie, how do I move?" I continued, "Auntie, teach me! I've never done this before."

She looked at me with a wry smile and said softly, "You little rascal, you don't even know how to do it, yet you tried to rape your auntie. Now I have to teach you." "How dare you rape me?"

She pinched the base of my penis with two fingers and said, "Your precious little one needs to keep going in and out of me, thrusting hard, to feel good. But you have to be gentle at first, go slow and be light, otherwise I can't take it. Once I have a strong reaction and you feel that I'm very lubricated, 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, and the moans grew louder and louder.

When she whispered for me to go faster, I accelerated forcefully.

About seven minutes later, I suddenly felt my penis swell violently, a surge of electricity coursing through my body, and then my body went limp, my penis throbbing involuntarily. I figured this must be ejaculation.

As I ejaculated, my aunt hugged me tightly, her legs also gripping mine tightly, her body convulsing violently. After about half a minute, she released her grip, and I lay there motionless, as if asleep. I didn't know if something was wrong with her, so I gently kissed her face and whispered, "Auntie, are you alright?"

She slightly opened her beautiful eyes, 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 very tired; she didn't even have the strength to speak.

I continued to climb on top of her. About ten minutes later, my penis regained its hardness and was eager to enter her. I saw my aunt's appreciative expression and her waist twisting.

I asked, "Auntie, can we do it again?"

She smiled and nodded, saying sweetly, "As many times as you have the energy."

So I started again. This time I had experience and didn't need my aunt's guidance. She also kept her eyes closed and enjoyed it. This time I lasted for twenty minutes. At five minutes, she started moaning and twisting her waist. I also noticed that whenever I slowed down and softened the pressure before suddenly going fast and deep again, she would cry out as if it felt very good. In this way, I gradually developed a "three slow, one fast, three shallow, one deep" tactic to make her feel even better.

Seeing her soft, pitiful cries, as if she were about to collapse, only fueled my sense of male heroism.

By the fifteenth minute, she began to scream loudly, gripping the pillow tightly with both hands, her head swaying from side to side, murmuring, "Faster, faster," "Harder, harder!"

I thrust wildly, her snow-white, tender body rocking and trembling like a small boat in a stormy sea. She was still shouting, "Please, faster, harder!"

Suddenly she screamed, her body stopped writhing and began to tremble. I stopped too. She clung to me tightly, so tightly. Then her body convulsed, and she quickly closed her eyes and went limp, like a dead woman. Based on my previous reading, I knew my aunt had experienced another intense orgasm. So I gently stroked her and kissed her tenderly to help her calm down. Twenty minutes after

the fifth time we were together,

she opened her eyes. She looked at me lying beside her and smiled, saying, "..." "My dear, are you tired?" I said proudly. "No, I'm not tired at all." She turned to face me and lovingly stroked my hair and face, then moved down to stroke my chest and stomach, playing with my pubic hair. Suddenly, she grabbed my still erect penis and said,

"You're 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 family bliss 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, hard, and strong. He only lasts a minute or two inside. I could never orgasm in such a short time."

I kissed her. I pulled her closer, stroking her pretty face, and said emotionally, "Auntie, I want to make it up to you. From today onwards, I'll give you orgasms every day."

She excitedly hugged me tightly, tears welling in her eyes. She kissed me wildly 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. Honey, I'm not sad, I'm just happy and joyful because of you." After saying that, she hugged me and kissed my face.

We rolled around on the bed, kissing passionately. 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 big, watery eyes looked at me with a captivating light, filled with joy and longing. She softly said, "Ah, little baby, it went in by itself... Ah Hua... I want more... move faster!"

I immediately thrust hard. This time, in less than a minute, she began to scream loudly. I thrust harder and harder, and her snow-white body tossed and turned like a small boat in a storm, her breasts erect and vibrant, like two red lanterns on the mast of a small boat…

My aunt’s third orgasm came, and she collapsed onto the bed once more, panting softly, 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 stroking her breasts. She twisted her body, let out a soft moan, and fell into my arms.

As I touched her blushing face, which had become even more rosy with shyness, I suddenly exclaimed, "Auntie is usually so dignified and serene, but I never imagined she would be such a charming and delicate girl in bed. It's like she's a completely different person!"

She let out an "Oh," pressed her shy face against my chest, and gently punched my back with her small fist, softly calling out, "You're so naughty, you're so bad, you naughty boy, you're not allowed to say that to me!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore, I admit I was wrong," I said, patting and stroking her back like I was coaxing a child.

After a while, she said in a sweet voice, "My darling, don't go back to your room, just stay here with me, okay?" I nodded in agreement. She continued, "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 around and hugged me tightly, exclaiming, "That's wonderful!"

Seeing how happy she was, I lovingly put my arm around her neck, pulled her into my arms, and patted her fair, delicate, round, and plump bottom, saying, "My lovely little aunt, my 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 with my tongue.

She chuckled softly and then buried her face in my chest shyly.

We hugged each other tightly and fell asleep without realizing it.

From that day on, I moved into her room and made love to her every night.

My lovely 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, beautiful clothes, and her long hair flowing over her shoulders, my aunt looked even younger and more beautiful. Her beautiful and cheerful singing 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. Six months after

my first love,

my uncle returned home. Upon seeing me, he exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, Ahua's grown up! He's gotten so taller in the past year, he's like a real man now!"

During dinner, he asked, "Does Ahua have a girlfriend?"

My mind immediately conjured up images of me passionately making love to my aunt's body, and my face flushed.

My aunt, seeing this, immediately freed 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 her face also flushed as she said this.

I chuckled to myself; what did I not understand? I was already a brave knight.

After dinner, my uncle said he was too tired and pulled my aunt back to her room to rest. Of course, I knew in my heart 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 little lonely and empty. 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 the cold, empty bed, I felt very uncomfortable. Unable to sleep, I lay in bed reading. Before long, my aunt pushed open the door and came in. She came to the bedside, wearing only a nightgown,

and with a gentle shake, the nightgown 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 miss you so much. Uncle still caresses my whole body like before, making me feel like I'm dying and I can't stop before he goes in. But he finishes quickly after just a few minutes and goes limp, then falls asleep and won't wake 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 reached out her two slender hands and skillfully undressed me.

"Poor Auntie," I hugged her and tenderly stroked this pitiful and lovely beauty, gently kissing her cherry lips. Then I 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 sweet voice, "No, I can't bear to leave you."

I gently stroked her round bottom and whispered, "Auntie is a good girl, I'm afraid Uncle will see."

She said helplessly, "Alright then." So she lifted her lazy body. But as soon as she sat up, she fell back down and climbed on top of 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 picked up her delicate body and carried her to the door of her bedroom, letting her stand on the ground. She nestled into my arms, gave me a light kiss on the lips, and slowly went into the house. 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 errands, and my aunt came to my room. The two 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, please don't come looking for me tonight. It will be very embarrassing for everyone if Uncle finds out. Fortunately, he's only home for a week, 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, "Of course I'm worried, but he makes me feel like I'm dying every night, I just can't stand it anymore, that's why 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 believed that male-female sex life is nothing more than this, and so it's been over ten years..." I've gotten through it all and didn't think anything was wrong. But ever 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? 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.

Chapter Seven, Passionate Love

. Three more days passed, and Uncle left.

During those three days, Auntie really didn't look for me again. But I could see that although she often smiled, there was a melancholy and sorrow hidden between her brows, like someone recovering from a long illness. My heart ached for her; I wanted to immediately carry her back to her room, quickly undress her, and give her love to bring her joy. But I remained rational, so I deliberately avoided her each time.

On the day my uncle left home, several old friends came to see him off. He chatted with everyone in the living room. I went to the kitchen to help my aunt cook. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she cried out and rushed into my arms. I excitedly hugged her tightly and kissed her.

She said in a trembling voice, "Little Dada, I missed you so much."

My mind was still clear; I knew I couldn't tease her, or the consequences would be unimaginable. So I gently pushed her away and softly said, "Auntie, I'm here to help you cook. The guests are waiting to eat!"

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 affectionately. I sighed inwardly at how women could be so cold and aloof when they were heartless, yet so difficult to control when they were infatuated. At

five o'clock in the afternoon, we went to the pier, saw my uncle onto 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 had become very hard. She then pulled my other hand under her skirt, and I felt it was already overflowing with desire.

Afraid of being seen by the driver, which would be inappropriate, I gazed at her adoringly, gestured towards him, and gently withdrew both hands.

She playfully stuck out her tongue, looked at me shyly, nodded knowingly, and then closed her eyes, leaning 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 wrapped my arm around her slender waist.

Suddenly, she said to the driver, "Driver, please drive faster, we have an urgent matter." The driver indeed sped up.

Finally, we arrived home.

As she got off the bus, one leg had just come out when she wobbled and almost fell. I quickly caught her. She whispered shyly in my ear, "My body is weak."

I took her arm and led her back. As soon as we entered the house, 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, unleashing an unprecedented storm of passion, a long-brewing volcanic eruption, deafening roars and thunderous barrages, leaving everyone sprawled and the sky dark.

The sounds of flesh rubbing together, skin slapping against skin, the creaking of the sofa, men's panting, and women's moans blended into a grand symphony, a symphony only fit for the heavens.

The fierce battle raged from six 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 in the afternoon, when the two locked in a tight embrace awoke from their deep sleep, they held hands and went to the bathroom to shower and clean up the battlefield.

Another fierce water fight began in the bathtub…

…

Three days, neither long nor short.

For three days, the two were locked in a constant struggle.

Waves of climax followed one after another, tremors surging one after another.

They fought and slept, even in their dreams they clung tightly to each other, as if afraid the other would escape.

For three days, they never separated, only occasionally eating simple foods to replenish their energy.

The result was brilliant; both were extremely satisfied, beaming with joy and radiant with happiness. A month after

the eighth gestation

, my aunt whispered shyly to me in bed, "Honey, 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 looks like I'm pregnant."

"Congratulations on going to be a mother soon," I said, cupping her face and kissing her on the lips. "It seems Uncle has really accomplished something this time."

Her face flushed and she said, "It's definitely not his achievement, but yours."

I said doubtfully, "Really?"

"Of course it is," she whispered. "Have you forgotten that I got my period five days after he left? The days he was home were my safe period, so it's definitely not his, it's yours."

I asked anxiously, "Oh dear! What should we do!"

She pressed her face against my chest and said softly, "Ahua, I so want to have 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 okay, 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!"

She smiled happily and joyfully, her smile so cheerful 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. My uncle always held the baby close whenever he came home; his joy was understandable.

Unfortunately, my uncle died in a maritime accident. My aunt and I were both devastated.

After the funeral, we returned home, and 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, wiped away her tears, and softly said, "Auntie, I will never leave you!"

She said, "I'm afraid you'll neglect me after you get married!"

I said, "I won't get married; I'll be with you for life!"

She said, "How can that be? You have to have 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, snuggling into 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 we always have to hide in front of outsiders, afraid of being seen. It's so uncomfortable. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could be an open couple?" She frowned.

I smiled and stroked her tear-streaked face, saying, "My darling, how could someone as smart as you become so forgetful? Can't we move somewhere else, like to a foreign country? Then we can register as husband and wife, and who would know we're actually aunt and niece?"

She chuckled, hugged me, and kissed me repeatedly, then said, "Ahua, you're so smart. How come I didn't think of that?"

Later, we immigrated to Singapore and settled there, where we still live now. Our home is harmonious, warm, and full of joy. My daughter is five years old, beautiful, smart, and lively like her mother. My son is three, energetic, and strong, much 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 am now twenty-three, with a short mustache that makes me look very mature. When we applied for immigration visas, we said we were both twenty-three, meaning I overstated my age by four years and understated hers by six years. Now, my colleagues and friends all think my aunt is at least three to five years younger than me.

[The End]

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