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My aunt, who is 12 years older than me 

My youngest aunt, Aifen, is the fourth child in her family, exactly one cycle younger than me. She was also one of the relatives who loved me most when I was little. When I was five or six, it was the most mischievous stage for boys. Since we hadn't separated our households yet, the whole family lived in the ancestral house. My father worked away from home, my mother had to work in the fields with my grandparents, my eldest aunt had just given birth and rarely visited my grandmother's house, and my second aunt had just gotten married. Given her personality, she and her husband spent all their time at home and didn't visit her parents' house often.

Looking back at my three aunts now, in my childhood memories, my eldest aunt was very serious, my second aunt was very funny, and my youngest aunt was a pure little girl.

Here, I feel it's necessary to digress a bit. Actually, I've always felt that my second aunt was my sex education teacher. Now that I think about it, my second aunt's sex drive must have been very strong when she was young. Every time we went back to my grandmother's house, she would grab my penis and rub it when no one was around, laughing at how small it was. No wonder Grandma always called her a "little slut," though I didn't know what it meant then, it was deeply etched in my mind.

If she wasn't a slut, would she be playing with her nephew's penis? And I often saw her rubbing against my second aunt's husband's lap when no one was around. These are just memories, because I didn't have any feelings for my second aunt... At that time, my great-grandmother was still alive. Although she was old, she could still take care of me without any problem. My aunt was only seventeen or eighteen, and Grandma certainly wouldn't let a beautiful young woman go out in the wind and sun. So her job was to tidy up and cook at home every day, and also take care of me with my great-grandmother. That's all my childhood memories, some happy, some sad, all covered by the years.

Later, my parents separated from my lovely grandparents. I have a deep impression of the first move because I had my own room to live in. My great-grandmother has also passed away, and I miss that ancestral home very much. My aunt was already married, living just across the street from our new house. It was a four-room brick house with a latrine and no proper gate—just a makeshift shelter woven from thorns.

Actually, everyone in the family was against my aunt's marriage. Her husband had several brothers, was very poor, and, more importantly, was really unattractive—very thin and small, resembling Pan Changjiang (a famous Chinese comedian). I don't know how my aunt met him, but I remember her, usually shy, throwing a huge tantrum, insisting on marrying him. A daughter's life is beyond her mother's control, so my grandparents eventually agreed. And so, I saw my aunt every day again. The

real story began when I was in high school. I forget which summer it was, but I was about eighteen or nineteen. One day, the school needed to collect fees, and when I went home for lunch, I asked my mother for some. We didn't have any change. My mother knew my style—as she would say, "It's like throwing a meat bun to a dog; if I give you a bill, you definitely won't leave any behind"—so she sent me to my aunt's house to see if they had any.

So I rode my bicycle to my aunt's house. Seeing the thorny door closed, I knew she was taking a nap. I tiptoed in and went straight to the east room, intending to startle her. What I saw next was both hot and embarrassing:

my two-year-old sister was sleeping on the bed, and beside the bed… my aunt was exposing her snow-white buttocks, receiving the thrusts of my uncle, who was also standing on the floor! That scene still haunts me to this day.

From childhood, I've always treated my aunt like an older sister. In my eyes, she was absolutely pure and innocent. I never imagined my aunt would do such a thing. Although I knew she was married and this was perfectly normal, seeing it all still shocked me.

I was too embarrassed to continue watching, but my legs felt like lead, and I couldn't bear to leave. Right outside the door, I secretly enjoyed the first carnal scene I'd ever witnessed.

My uncle wasn't even as tall as my aunt, who was quite slender. She was lying on the edge of the bed, her buttocks raised high, her hands covering her mouth. My aunt's husband was standing on tiptoe behind her, his hands on her buttocks, clumsily thrusting in and out.

Even though I couldn't see her whole buttocks, the half-exposed portion was enough to get my blood pumping.

Slowly, I started fantasizing that the person standing behind her was me. So this is what her buttocks looked like. I really regretted not touching them more closely when I was little; now I have no chance. Then, I started to hate my aunt's husband. My aunt had always been my playmate; how did she become this ugly monster's toy, being treated like this? I really wanted to rush in and pull him away.

My penis was already erect; I felt uncomfortable and scared. One hand gripped my penis, while the other secretly held onto the window frame, continuing to peek. My aunt seemed to be reaching her limit; her upper body was completely collapsed onto the bed, one hand gripping the sheets tightly, looking like she was in great pain.

My aunt's husband seemed about to ejaculate too, just like when I masturbate, staging a final frenzy before climax, his hands already moving up to my aunt's shoulders. His lower body was thrusting forward rapidly.

Finally, my aunt's husband hugged her and moved vigorously a few times before collapsing on top of her and remaining still. My aunt couldn't help but let out a couple of soft moans. Afraid of being discovered, I secretly left. But later I regretted my decision; I should have watched longer.

I can't remember where I borrowed the money that day; I only remember being in a daze all afternoon, my mind filled with images of my aunt's white buttocks. My penis remained hard until school ended, when I rushed to the toilet, fantasizing about my aunt while releasing my pent-up lust.

The bloom of youth is a season of throbbing. Even the slightest stimulation can be overwhelming. Already naive, once the veil of mystery is removed, one unconsciously begins to imagine.

At the time, I never imagined my aunt would become the object of my fantasies. I was afraid, I hesitated, but sometimes I couldn't help but imagine. Then one time, after school, I came home to find no one there, so I went to my aunt's house. My aunt was feeding the pigs, and her round, firm buttocks stirred my imagination again… Some say desire can make people lose their minds. Yes, I admit I did lose my mind at that moment. I only wanted to feel my aunt's softness. So, after taking a quick step, I hugged her from behind, my already erect penis pressing tightly against her buttocks. That soft feeling, that warm body temperature, instantly made my mind go blank.

“Ah…who?” My aunt exclaimed, turning around. When she started to speak and saw it was me, my rationality was pulled back. No matter what, she was my aunt, my family. Doing such a filthy thing to a family member was still so unnatural.

So, on a whim, I quickly squatted down. My aunt's face was filled with a puzzled expression.

"Ah...oh dear, Auntie, I'm so sorry. I meant to scare you, but I tripped and hurt my toe when I got close. Were you scared?"

"Ah? Are you alright? Let me see." She squatted down to take off my shoes.

Because it was summer, she was wearing very thin pants, and when she squatted, a dent was immediately visible between her legs. Was this where my penis would go? Seeing this, my penis felt like it was about to burst through my pants, becoming even harder.

I have to admit, I've always been quite clever. Of course, I couldn't let her take off my shoes, so I pretended to be in a lot of pain and wouldn't let her take them off, only letting her rub them through the shoes. I could also secretly admire her taut thighs and the alluring mound between her legs.

From the front, her buttocks were taut, outlining a perfect curve from her hips to her thighs. It looked like the logo on my fake Nike shoes. I wonder what it would feel like if my aunt sat on me like that?

After gently rubbing my head for a while, my aunt tapped me on the head: "What are you thinking about again? Why are you so blank? You're acting really strange today."

I then realized I had been staring blankly, and quickly tried to smooth things over: "It's nothing, I was just thinking about how you used to hold me while I took a nap when I was little, and you would gently stroke me like this. Aunt, sometimes I really wish I could grow up quickly, but when I'm actually grown up, I want to go back to being little so you can continue to love me."

"Haha, I haven't spoiled you for nothing, you still remember your aunt. When you grow up, you have to be good to me. I don't ask you to be too good to me, just don't forget how good your aunt has been to you." My aunt smiled contentedly, her radiance like that of a fairy descending to earth.

At that moment, I really wanted to say: "Auntie, I'm all grown up now. Feel my butt, let me pamper you! My dick is already erect for you; it can make you feel better than your husband. I really want to pin you down and let you taste the flavor of a young rooster..." "What's in your pocket? It pricked me so hard." Just as I was getting carried away, my auntie spoke.

One hand continued rubbing my foot, while the other reached into my pocket. Oh dear, I was just thinking of letting you touch it, and you actually did! Oh no, I'm about to be exposed.

I quickly turned around, stood up, and ran away, throwing back a sentence: "That's a pen I just bought. I'm checking if my mom's back." My auntie was still squatting there, and I only heard her mutter to herself, "Clumsy girl. What kind of pen is so thick?" I almost tripped.

Back home, I masturbated again...

From then on, I really fell in love with my auntie. It's hard to say whether this so-called "love" refers to emotional or physical attraction; it doesn't matter. The important thing is that my aunt started to enter my heart.

Everyone has a first love, and I admit, my aunt became my first love. I won't go into the beautiful details of first love, but many years later, when you see your first love, I think few people can control themselves from thinking about her.

Although it's against family ethics, I was still immersed in it and couldn't stop. While my classmates were gossiping about who might be dating whom, I was obsessed with my aunt.

So I often went to her house. Every time I saw her, I felt a surge of desire. I tried my best to suppress it, but I couldn't help wanting to take our relationship further. I was afraid, afraid that one day I would really lose control and do something I would regret.

As I mentioned before, my whole family looked down on my aunt's husband. Indeed, he wasn't good-looking, but he had a temper.

I think I should thank him, because it was his fiery temper that made it possible for me to win over my aunt.

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