He's been harassing his aunt for years [Full text]

I've been entangled with my aunt for years

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I was born into an ordinary family. My dad was busy with work, and my mom was very supportive but also very strict with me.

Later, I gradually realized that I had a mother complex, which might be related to my mom. She was strong, loving, had a good
figure , and was also good-looking.

There were many women in my family, and growing up in this environment, my personality wasn't very masculine. After watching Grey's Anatomy,
I realized that I was very similar to Dr. Shepard. I like to interact with women, and I always talk more with girls.

I'm not handsome. My current girlfriend says I'm ugly every day. Indeed, I am a bit ugly, but I have a good personality.

I have a very strong sex drive. On the one hand, it may be due to genetics, and on the other hand, it may be due to good nutrition.

I could get an erection when I was in second grade. In third or fourth grade, I would get
lustful , and I would kiss them incessantly while my penis was already hard as an iron rod. However, I
have high standards. Later, when I talked to others, they joked that it might be because my testosterone levels were high, and the women I was
attracted to also had high estrogen levels.

I don't deny it. To be honest, the women I like do have a somewhat Western appearance. I like upturned noses,
big eyes, and high-pitched voices. Most importantly, this woman has to be sexy, at least to the point where I feel it.

I remember when I was little, I went to work with my mom. One of her colleagues drew a beautiful hand, a woman's
hand, and I was immediately attracted to it. I hugged the paper and kissed it. My mom probably wasn't happy when she saw it, so she threw it away
. I cried. My mom saw me crying and got scared, so she drew one for me too, but it wasn't as pretty as the
aunt's. I felt very resentful at the time… (I was 7 years old that year).

The heroine appeared… my beautiful aunt.

At that time, I was in preschool, and my uncle was dating my aunt. My uncle was very handsome, especially
now . It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was a carbon copy of Simon Yam. Especially in our small town back then, with a little dressing up, he was really
eye-catching.

My mother was still a girl then, full of youthful innocence, truly like a green apple… My aunt was very
beautiful , delicate and charming, with fair and smooth skin, truly like solidified cream. Her eyes
were large and bright, with long, curled eyelashes.

It wasn't until later, when she winked at me, that I truly understood what it meant to be captivating. Her nose was small and
upturned , and her mouth was also small. Her voice was high-pitched, yet it sounded very gentle; she spoke fluent
Mandarin with a slight nasal tone, and when she spoke to you, idioms like "breathless" and "drenched in fragrant sweat" kept popping into your
mind .

Her breasts weren't large, but her proportions were excellent. Looking at her photos alone, you'd think she was 165 or
168 cm tall, with a slender waist, beautiful thighs, and calves as white as lotus roots. Especially her feet,
maybe 37 or 38 cm, that's about the largest, so white and fleshy… I bet any man would want to touch
them …

In short, she was a very feminine woman… (My writing is terrible, just imagine it).

When I was little, I was silly, cute, and easily bullied, and I cried easily. Perhaps these traits easily
awakened a woman's maternal instincts, plus my uncle used me as a secret weapon to keep my mother occupied, so
my young aunt especially loved playing with me. Looking back now, she really was just a girl.

I was short back then.

Perhaps because my aunt came from a well-off family, her thinking was simple, sometimes even
childish …

She loved playing with me; I was just a little kid, only 6 or 7 years old. Finally, when I was in second grade
, my uncle and aunt got married. I remember my aunt was very beautiful that day. She toasted my grandparents,
her face radiating endless happiness and joy.

One was a simple girl who loved to be pampered, and the other was a young and impetuous man. Newlywed
days are always bound to have some conflicts. Not long after the wedding, my uncle apparently went on a date with another girl

… In short, this caused quite a stir and cast a shadow over his future marriage.

I've always thought my aunt was beautiful, maybe I'm just naturally attracted to beauty. I just loved being with her. Originally, we were supposed to
go out for the New Year, but I thought that if we didn't spend the New Year's Eve dinner together at home, I wouldn't be able to be with my aunt, so I
cried and begged to go home for the New Year… Every year it was like this… just to see her.

I remember when I was little, Master Kong instant noodles had just come out. The TV commercials showed that as soon as you opened the package, there was soup,
vegetables, and shrimp inside. When I went out to play, I pestered my mom to buy me some. My mom said, "If you buy it outside, there won't be any
hot water , how will you eat it?" I said, "You just need to tear open the package, and it's all there…" My mom laughed…

Later I found out that my aunt thought the same thing back then. I don't know why, but I felt
closer to her... I was probably a little over ten years old that year...

I want to correct someone: her feet might not have been as big as I said. I'm
not really ... 36? Because they were really small.

Days passed by like this. My parents grew old in their busy work,
and developed rapidly under their care. My aunt, nourished by marriage and life's experiences, also
became more mature.

Although I had a strong sex drive, my first ejaculation and first masturbation came later than usual.

Puberty is terrifying... I could eat four or five steamed buns for lunch and still not feel full, and I would
often be starving again after school... I would eat three or four more at night, at least.
When I saw my mother's eyes when I was eating like crazy every day, I thought, "No wonder some families with men in them can't even afford to eat..."
During time, I truly understood... In this way, I grew 14 centimeters in two years, which
happened when I was 13 and 14 years old. When I was 14, I was 178cm tall…not very tall, but much taller than my aunt…
hehe. Back when I was 13 or 14, I was
always active on the sports meet, basketball court, and soccer field because I was physically fit. I liked blue, so I often wore a blue jersey while running around the court…plus
, I had a pretty good personality and was optimistic, so many girls in my class had a crush on me. My mom often found little notes I'd forgotten to dispose of in my
pockets …my mom loves me very much, so naturally she was unhappy.
But I also wanted someone to confide in, so my aunt naturally became the best choice.
I showed her almost every note other girls wrote to me.

She told me she also wanted to see the notes I wrote to others, but I was afraid it would affect her opinion of me and
make me seem immature, so I never showed them to her.

In my second year of junior high, I got a second girlfriend, and I asked her if that girl looked a lot like her. I
gave my first kiss to this girl in my second year of junior high. I really liked her, but now when I think back on her, I always see my aunt's shadow in
me . Maybe... I don't know what maybe, it was God's arrangement...

I remember telling her at the time: "I like this girl partly because she looks a bit like you..." I really
didn't have any other thoughts at the time, I just said it casually. I remember her body trembled slightly,
and a hint of unnaturalness crossed her face. Maybe it was because she thought I was dishonest and not a good kid…

…maybe, but that expression, at least in my eyes, was truly beautiful…

From then on, I lived in longing for my aunt. Although many girls pursued me in junior high, and I liked
them too, my aunt always remained in my heart, and she was always the most important. The family atmosphere at home was very strong; every day
after school, the whole family would eat together. Every afternoon after school, I was excited because I knew
that in an hour or two I would see the woman I longed for… Every time she called my grandmother to say
she had something to do and wouldn't be home that night, I felt like I'd lost my soul, feeling so helpless; the anticipation of those afternoons had vanished
like a mirage.

For someone going through puberty and with slightly higher standards, no one could
replace her in my heart, except for my parents. Her jet-black, flowing hair, her vibrant yet slightly mature aura,
her slender figure, her full hips, and of course, her alluring voice.
None could compare to her… Although some were pretty, they didn't dress up and their figures were still immature. Even though I had
a girlfriend, how could she compare to my aunt in my heart?

My mom was very stylish and knew how to dress. I remember once she came to my junior high class to find me. The class was in
self-study , and she opened the door and asked, "Excuse me, is *** here?" I went out… When I came back, the class was in an uproar. The boys
all came over and made jokes about me, some good, some bad…

Seeing such a beauty every day, who wouldn't be tempted? I liked being with her. Every night at
dinner I would sit next to her, and she liked sitting next to me too. She treated me like a little kid from the past.

From age six to thirteen or fourteen, I changed so much… Every time I sat next to her at dinner, my
family would joke around, and when she laughed, that was when I was intoxicated… Some people talk about being intoxicated, and I think I truly
understood that feeling back then… The feeling of being intoxicated… I still can't forget it… It's something that can only be felt, not described. My
poor writing… I'll leave it to your imagination.

She often asked me how things were with my girlfriend. I told her the truth: I thought he was really great,
like a true confidant.

Hehe… What follows might not be as passionate as you might expect. If you're hoping for a lot of erotic details
, what I'm writing might disappoint you… I really miss her, even though it's all in the past now,
I'll always keep her in my heart. In the eyes of time, you and I were just an interlude…

One day, I couldn't hold back anymore…

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