My First Love Was My Aunt (Short Story: Yumimura Wolf)

I only have one aunt, who is just nine years older than me. When I was little, she was very close to me and treated me very well. I remember when she was a young woman, she often wore a floral dress, which looked especially beautiful. She had a faint fragrance, and I always liked to snuggle up to her. When I was in the second year of junior high school, my aunt got married and moved to another county. I was very heartbroken at the time, feeling that my aunt had been taken away by a strange man and was no longer mine.
The summer after my aunt's marriage, because my uncle had contracted too much land and was too busy, he asked us to come and help. The adults couldn't leave immediately and would need to stay a couple of days later, so my cousin and I went first. When we arrived at my aunt's house, I was too small to do any heavy work, so I helped look after the cows, feed the fish, and plant rice seedlings. At night, my uncle had to go to the fishpond to keep watch, leaving my aunt, my cousin, another older sister, and me at home. When it was time to sleep, my aunt arranged for my cousin to sleep with the other older sister, and
I slept with her. After showering, I lay down on the bed. When my aunt came over after her shower, I noticed she was wearing a knee-length skirt. As she got into bed, I saw her fair thighs and red underwear, and I immediately blushed, quickly turning my head away to hide it. My aunt and I slept at opposite ends of the bed. After she lay down, I couldn't help but steal glances at her, greedily eyeing her thighs. But as sleepiness overcame me, I quickly fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw my aunt's legs right next to me, feeling their warmth and smoothness.
From then on, I always wanted to peek at the glimpses of her thighs that my aunt occasionally revealed. My aunt had very fair skin, firm breasts, and beautiful features. She was very affectionate towards me, and as a teenager, my desire for the opposite sex was focused on my aunt.
The following year, my aunt gave birth to a child. I often saw her breastfeeding at my maternal grandmother's house and my own. In the countryside, it's not uncommon for new mothers to breastfeed. My aunt's breasts weren't very big, but they were firm and white. Watching my cousin nurse, I really wanted to rush over and share with him. My aunt had plenty of milk; sometimes she would express the excess and put it in a cup. Once, she had just finished expressing milk and saw me coming over, so she asked if I wanted some. I picked it up and smelled it—it smelled so fishy! I quickly put it down, thinking I'd rather just suckle directly.
As I went to high school and boarded at school, I saw my aunt less often. My aunt also started her own business. Then I went to university. I went to school alone. Because my aunt's house was close to the train station, I went to her house first
, and then my aunt saw me off at the train station. It was a small station, and the train was at around 10 pm. My aunt helped me with my bag and saw me all the way to the platform. It was almost time to board. It was my first time traveling so far and my first time taking a train, and I was very nervous. I put down my bag and looked at my aunt with reluctance. My aunt looked at me too, and then she started to cry. My eyes also welled up with tears.
Without thinking, and since there were hardly any people around, I hugged my aunt, kissed her eyes to wipe away her tears, and then kissed her lips, whispering, "Auntie, don't cry. I hope time passes quickly so I can see you sooner." This was my first kiss. At the time, I didn't know about French kissing; it was just a fleeting peck on the lips. My aunt didn't resist my sudden intimacy. I picked up my luggage and boarded the train. The train slowly started moving, and through the window, my aunt waved to me, her figure gradually disappearing into the distance.
In university, youthful energy was boundless, passion flowed freely on the sports field, and sexual urges frequently arose. Having never watched porn before, with the widespread availability of the internet, I watched many Japanese sex education films with my classmates in the dormitory. It was also around this time that I started masturbating, and the object of my masturbation was often my dear aunt. When no one was in the dorm, I would softly call my aunt's name.
Images of her sensual lips, firm breasts, snow-white thighs, and the small panties at the base of her legs would flash through my mind. I would fantasize about being with her on the bed, on the grass, and pleasure would quickly overwhelm me. Suppressed passion would erupt, leaving a large puddle of sticky fluid on the blanket. As the heat subsided, I would quickly wipe myself clean with tissues. At that moment, a strong desire to have sex with my aunt had already taken root in my heart.
After finishing my first year of university, my second year began. Because my aunt's business was close to the train station, she asked me to pack my things and visit her for a few days before going back to school. I was happy to spend time with my aunt, so I happily went to her house. There wasn't much to do at her house; I just helped her with her business and
wandered around outside. My uncle was working on a construction team at the time, only returning home every ten days or so. In the summer, I had a habit of taking a nap, and my aunt invited me to rest in her room. I entered the room and
was shocked to find my aunt's underwear hanging on the rack. You can probably guess what I did next. My aunt's underwear was the smooth kind; I picked it up and inhaled it deeply, trying to smell her body. Then I pulled down my shorts and used her underwear and bra to masturbate, listening to my aunt's voice outside, fantasizing about penetrating her. I
quickly felt the urge to ejaculate. I quickly removed the underwear, let the night-spray water into the sink, and then carefully hung it back up. Lying in bed, I discovered an even bigger surprise: my aunt's silk nightgown that she wore to bed. When I held the nightgown against my penis, the smooth feeling was so good that I couldn't help but ejaculate again. So, for three consecutive days at noon, I
masturbated on my aunt's bed using her underwear and nightgown. On the fourth day, perhaps because I was careless, I guessed my aunt found some marks on her clothes. She said she also wanted to sleep at noon and told me to sleep somewhere else. At the time, I didn't feel too embarrassed because I thought my aunt was relatively open-minded. Even if she knew I used her clothes to masturbate, she probably understood that it was a common behavior for teenagers. During
my sophomore year winter break, my train home was delayed, and I got off close to midnight. There were no more buses going home, but luckily, my aunt's place wasn't far from the train station. So I took the last bus to her house. Back then, there were no cell phones. When my aunt heard me knocking and opened the door, she was overjoyed to see me and pulled me inside. It was already past midnight, and my aunt had gotten out of bed. I had been on the train for a day and a night and was exhausted, so after putting down my luggage,
she told me to go to sleep. There was only one bed in her shop, and she told me to sleep at the other end. I obediently lay down, but I couldn't fall asleep. As time passed, listening to my aunt's soft breathing, my wicked thoughts began to arise. I turned around and slowly reached my hand towards my aunt's leg, bringing my face close to her feet, gently touching her soles and toes with my lips.
My lust grew stronger. I softly called her name a few times, and seeing no response, I gently turned over, lying down next to her. Then, I slowly reached out and embraced her, gently leaning closer. Breathing in her scent, my boldness grew. My hand slipped under the hem of her nightgown and touched her breasts. To my delight, I discovered she wasn't wearing a bra while sleeping. As the soft, delicate touch traveled from my palm to my brain, my brain and my penis both became engorged with blood. I began kissing her ears and neck. I gently turned her body and
kissed her lips. I wanted to kiss her. At this point, I was no longer afraid of waking her; I wanted to possess her, to completely possess my dearest aunt! My aunt opened her eyes and cried out, "You!" before I kissed her. She probably realized what was happening immediately, but couldn't scream, so she pushed me away while scolding me: "What are you doing? You can't do this! I'm your aunt!" I held her tightly, preventing her from moving, pressing her upper body down with my head and shoulders, my lips trembling as I whispered in her ear: "I know, Aunt, but I love you. You're the person I love most.
I can't control myself. I want to be with you forever. I want to love you, Aunt. I want to kiss you and touch you." After saying that, I kissed her earlobe, face, and lips, my hands not stopping, roughly caressing and squeezing inside her pajamas, trying to lift her breasts up, all the while continuing: "Aunt, I love you. I want to be good to you for the rest of my life. You're my dear aunt. I want you to be the woman I love most. Let me love you properly just this once. I can't control my love for you." My aunt's resistance gradually weakened. I could feel her face burning, tears welling in her eyes,
tasting salty as she licked them. Seeing my opportunity, I pulled down my long underwear, then yanked my aunt's pajama bottoms down to her knees, and immediately took her nipple into my mouth. My aunt should...
She still loved me, or perhaps she was touched by what I said, and caught off guard by my sudden advances, she turned her head to the side, closed her eyes, and tacitly agreed. I was overjoyed, and using what I'd learned from watching porn, I kissed my way down from her breasts, finally stopping between her thighs. The smell wasn't pleasant; probably because it was winter and I hadn't showered that day, it had a salty, fishy smell, but after licking for a while, I felt some moisture coming out, and the smell improved. So I quickly lifted myself up, my penis facing her, and started kissing her breasts again.
But because it was my first time, I couldn't seem to penetrate her; pushing too hard hurt my penis. So I kissed her lips, murmuring, "Auntie, let me in, I love you, I'll love you forever, my dear Auntie." My aunt was probably truly moved; she guided my penis with her hand, and I felt it was right, and thrust in!
The feeling was indescribable. It felt like my penis had entered a hot, wet place, and with each thrust, I could feel the walls of her vagina enveloping and rubbing against my glans. My penis became as hard as iron. I was incredibly excited; I had really made love with my aunt! I kissed her frantically, my hands constantly squeezing her breasts, my thrusts becoming faster and harder, as if I wanted to pierce her through. Soon after, under the intense stimulation and pleasure, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her. Afterward, I didn't let my penis out. I
continued to hold my aunt tightly, kissing her as I said, "Auntie, forgive me. I love you so much. My love for you has uncontrollably surpassed the love a nephew has for his aunt. Auntie, you love me too, don't you? Can you forgive me?" My aunt opened her tearful eyes, slowly pushed me away, pulled down her clothes, and said, "Auntie was careless. I didn't know you had such complicated thoughts. I hope you will respect your aunt in the future and not do such shameful things again." "You're still young. You'll need to find a wife and get married someday. Don't make any more mistakes."
Seeing that my aunt didn't scold me, I hugged her again and said, "I'll control myself, Auntie, but I really love you so much. Please don't blame me, don't ignore me. You're still my dear auntie, okay?" My aunt nodded silently, then pushed me away, got up, and went to the bathroom to wash up. I quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped myself. A minute later, my aunt came back, her back to me. I gently hugged her, and she didn't resist. We slowly fell asleep.
The next day, I woke up to find my aunt had already gone to work. So I got up, washed up, and made some breakfast. After breakfast was ready, I called my aunt to come and eat. She didn't look at me, but came over, sat down, and ate silently. I said, "Auntie, I'm going home soon. Thank you for taking care of me. I love you." My aunt looked up, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Xiao Lei, okay, go home to see your parents early. Be careful on the road. Auntie still loves you." Hearing this, I felt reassured; my aunt wouldn't ignore me, and I happily hummed in agreement.
After dinner, I packed up, grabbed my luggage, and when no one was around, I leaned close to my aunt, kissed her, and left. This time was different; my aunt didn't see me off, but I was already content.
After that, although my aunt and I saw each other often, we never had a chance to be alone. When I was at school, I would call her regularly, always saying things like "I love you" and "I miss you." My aunt gradually accepted my affectionate words and actions.
When I graduated from university, I had already found a job while still at school, and since summer vacation started early, I went home early. My aunt also came to see me. That day, because it had just rained, a neighbor said there were mushrooms on the mountain, so my aunt suggested we go mushroom picking, and I readily agreed. I changed into an old camouflage uniform, and my aunt changed into an old floral shirt and blue cloth pants she used to wear at her parents' house. Each of us took a basket, and we went into the mountains.
The long-missed mountains, the fragrant earth, were invigorating. We kept finding wild mushrooms under the pine trees and in the grass, and continued deeper into the mountains. Suddenly, the sky darkened again, and then it started to rain. Summer weather is like that, changing in an instant. In the woods, which were still damp,
the rain brought nowhere to hide, so we hurried back home. Before long, my aunt and I were completely soaked. I suddenly noticed that my wet shirt clung to my aunt's body, revealing her curves, and my heart started racing. So I deliberately walked behind my aunt, glancing at her waist and hips from time to time, and my little brother involuntarily got hard. After walking for about 10 minutes, the rain stopped again. We came to a flat area, and I had a little idea. I asked my aunt, "Auntie, are you tired?" She said, "It's been many years since I've been to the mountains, and I'm actually a little tired." I smiled and said, "
Tired? Then I'll carry you." I went in front of my aunt and crouched down. Actually, I knew my aunt wouldn't let me carry her. Sure enough, she patted my back and said, "It's hard to walk in these mountains by yourself, and you're going to carry me? We'll both end up covered in mud." I turned around, looked at my aunt, and saw a withered leaf on her head. I said, "Auntie, you have something on your head, let me help you."
Then I leaned over, removed the leaf, and threw it away. At this point, I was very close to my aunt and could clearly see her black underwear through her wet shirt. I couldn't resist. I put my hands on my aunt's shoulders and said, "Auntie, you're so sexy, I want to kiss you." My aunt was startled, her expression suddenly becoming complicated. Without waiting for her reaction, I kissed her on the lips, simultaneously wrapping my arms around her back. My aunt tried to push me away, but to no avail. She turned her head, trying to escape my lips, saying, "Are you crazy? What if someone sees us!" I said, "No, it won't happen.
It's raining now, who would be on the mountain?" My hand slipped inside her from behind, found the bra clasp, tried a few times, and opened it. Then I moved my hand to the front and grasped her breast. Her breast, wrapped in wet clothes, was cool and soft—it felt so good. My aunt stopped resisting again. I took off my camouflage shirt and threw it on the ground, then pinned her down on top of me,
unbuttoning her shirt one button at a time, lifting her bra to the side, and taking a bite. Ah, finally, I had that alluring nipple in my mouth again. Then, I unbuttoned my pants, kicked them off, and unbuttoned my aunt's pants as well (she was wearing old pants, the kind with only two buttons). This time, penetration was much smoother than the first time. My aunt was probably stunned by this scene; she certainly couldn't imagine making love with her nephew in this rain-soaked forest. My blood was boiling, and I thrust in and out like a madman. My aunt couldn't help but moan softly,
her eyes fixed on me as if I were a stranger. I looked at her, screaming again and again: "Auntie, I love you, I want to fuck you, I want you to be my woman, I want to penetrate you, please say yes, Auntie." Auntie's desire rose too, she hugged my back with both hands, murmuring, "Okay, okay, my little Lei, Auntie is going to be fucked to death by you, Auntie will never be able to face anyone again." Another wave of pleasure came, I could no longer control myself, I ejaculated, then hugged Auntie tightly and kissed her lips. Finally, this time, Auntie's mouth opened, our tongues intertwined. After a long time, we got up, tidied our clothes, took the mushrooms, and went home. Back home, facing our family's questions, we said we fell on the mountain, so our clothes were muddy.
This time, making love on the mountain broke down Auntie's defenses. Although she wouldn't take the initiative to be intimate with me, when I went to her, she no longer resisted, and her body would respond to my thrusts halfway through.
After summer vacation, I went to work in another city, occasionally calling my aunt to express my longing. When I returned home, it was always during holidays, and several years passed without me being able to have sex with her again. Then, I found a girlfriend, got married, had children, and settled down in the city where I worked.
After spending a lot of time with my wife, I wanted to seek some excitement in our sex life. Under my tutelage, my wife gradually accepted that I fantasized about other women during sex, such as fantasizing about the voluptuous young woman next door, or her cousins. But my wife said that fantasizing was fine, but she would never allow me to actually have an affair. After a while, fantasizing about these women lost its appeal, and finally, during one instance of sex, while I was thrusting into my wife, I told her about my love for my aunt. At first, I only told her that I liked my aunt…
She was the object of my fantasies during my teenage years. Gradually, my wife accepted my fantasies about my aunt during sex. She even role-played as my aunt, calling me and asking me to penetrate her. Seeing that the time was right, I finally confessed my incestuous relationship with my aunt. My wife loves me very much, and after my explanation, she understood my perverted tendencies. Sometimes I would ask her if I could go back to my aunt for sex, but she would remain noncommittal. Perhaps she felt that my aunt was part of my family and wouldn't affect our relationship, but she firmly forbade me from having impure thoughts about her sister.
Time passed unnoticed, and one day I received a call from my aunt. She said she was coming to my place to buy goods and would also visit us. I was secretly delighted, and my wife didn't object. So, a few days later, my aunt arrived, and I arranged for her to stay at my house. Then, taking advantage of my wife's trip to buy groceries, I finally had sex with my aunt again. But I still didn't find it exciting enough, and I began to devise an even bolder plan (I had watched some Japanese pornographic films).
My house has two bedrooms, the master bedroom is inside, and the guest bedroom is outside. My aunt would sleep in the guest bedroom. That night, I enthusiastically started making love with my wife. Remembering that my aunt was next door, I had my wife play the aunt again. I prefer the standing position, and while vigorously thrusting into her, I said, "Honey, do you think Auntie will get wet if she sees us having sex?" My wife said, "She definitely will. That slut of hers will definitely want you to fuck her." Seeing the time was right, I said, "
Yeah, let's go fuck her." Then I hugged my wife, gently thrusting while moving outwards. Afraid my wife would back out at the last minute, I simply ignored her, opened the door, and continued thrusting until we reached my aunt's room. I steeled myself, turned the handle, and went in. I saw my aunt turn over, pretending to be asleep. A surge of joy filled me. I picked up my wife, put her on the bed, and continued, then grabbed my aunt's breast with one hand. My aunt was stunned. Without waiting for her reaction, I said, "Auntie, I love you. Xiaolan knows I love you too. Let's make love together tonight."
I left my wife, roughly pulled my aunt over, ripped open her nightgown, and began to assault her. Then I pulled my wife over, pressed her mouth against one of my aunt's breasts, and said, "Wife, your breasts are too small" (my wife doesn't have big breasts, I often tease her). "Look how big my aunt's breasts are," I said. "Let's each take one and devour her." At this point, my wife went crazy and let loose. It seems everyone has a devil inside them. My wife and I attacked my aunt together. I moved downwards, biting and nibbling at my aunt's skin, finally burying my head between her legs and forcefully sucking her vulva.
My aunt was stunned, completely at a loss. I licked her for a while, feeling that she was already soaking wet, then knelt between her legs, lifted my penis, and thrust it in. Then I kept thrusting back and forth, constantly saying provocative things to her: "Aunt, you are my first wife, Xiaolan is my second wife, call me husband, call me husband to fuck your cunt!" My aunt remained silent, so I increased my strength, thrusting harder and saying, "Say it! Say it to your husband!" My aunt couldn't take it anymore and finally cried out, "Ah, husband, husband, you're killing me! I love you so much!" After thrusting like this for a few minutes,
I turned around and put my penis, still dripping with fluid, to my wife's mouth, ordering her to lick it clean. My wife, probably out of her mind at this point, completely obeyed me, licking my penis mouthful by mouthful, swallowing all the fluid that had come from my aunt's body. Then I put my penis to my aunt's mouth again and said, "Auntie, you've never licked my penis before, do it for me today." My aunt was a little stunned. I thrust my penis in, and her mouth opened; my penis, which my wife had just licked, was now inside her mouth. I'm a strange person;
it's hard for me to ejaculate with oral sex. After my aunt licked for a while, I turned her over and made her lie face down on the bed. I pressed down on her back, guided my penis to her opening, and began thrusting in a prone position. This is my favorite position. My aunt's buttocks are very elastic. I pressed my whole body against her, my hands reaching to her chest to knead her breasts, my penis slapping against her buttocks with each thrust. The slapping sound greatly stimulated my nerves. After thrusting for several minutes, I finally ejaculated powerfully into my aunt's honey hole. (My aunt had an IUD after giving birth, so we didn't need to use condoms, which was really great.) In the following days, everything was normal during the day. At night, I would either have sex with my aunt first and then take her to see my wife, or I would have sex with my wife first and then go see my aunt.
My aunt stayed for a week, bought some things, and then took the train back. I hope she will come again.

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