Summer's Heat Can't Dodge Spring's Passion—A Few Stories About My Aunt

I'm an extra child born in violation of the one-child policy. I have an older brother and an older sister. My
brother is one year older than my sister, while my sister is twelve years older than me. In other words, I'm the result of my parents accidentally not using a condom—it's truly tragic. I really
can't understand why my mom didn't get an IUD after having my brother and sister; they were still so passionate. Unfortunately, my dad
was a civil servant at the time, and the consequences of having more children than allowed were severe. My mom had no choice but to secretly give birth to me and leave me with my uncle, since my aunt had just
given birth to a baby, only a few days younger than me, so it was like having twins. Things would have been
fine this way; my uncle is my second father, and being a second father isn't bad, right? The key issue was that my aunt wasn't very willing.
Later, my uncle went to Shenzhen to do business, and my aunt only wanted to take her own baby and didn't want to raise me. That left
no choice; my dad couldn't take me either. In the end, only my aunt said, "If no one wants me, I'll raise them." And that's where the story
begins.
My aunt is my dad's older sister. She was a section chief at the local tax bureau. She has one daughter, my cousin, who
is 14 years older than me. From as far back as I can remember, my cousin wasn't around; she was at university. My uncle
passed away from illness when my cousin was about to graduate. My aunt said it was a chronic illness he developed when he was young, and she held a grudge against
her mother-in-law for it, as if it was because of her that my uncle's health had always been so poor.
My cousin stayed in Shanghai to work after graduating with her master's degree, leaving just my aunt and me at home. My aunt has always been close
to me, holding me every night to sleep. When I was little, I often pulled my aunt to nibble on her breasts. As
I got older and started high school, I began to mature physically, and I felt embarrassed sleeping with my aunt
.
But my aunt wasn't embarrassed at all; she still didn't give me a separate room and
slept with me every night.
My aunt was a stunning beauty in her youth, but time waits for no one. Now she's
much fuller-figured, and
sleeping next to me at night feels like a soft cushion—it's quite comfortable. She's the elegant type, always wearing a light, high-quality perfume that smells wonderful. Although
as I've grown older and gained some understanding of relationships, I sometimes feel a little awkward sleeping next to her,
inhaling her delicate fragrance, and I've never had insomnia. I sleep soundly every night.
It's been seven or eight years since my uncle passed away, and my aunt has remained single. She's generous, beautiful, shrewd
, and elegant. Now she's the director of the tax bureau. She takes great care of herself and looks like she
's in her late thirties or early forties, so many men still pursue her, whether for money or power—
she's quite popular. Because my aunt held a high position, she appeared to be a rather authoritative and powerful
woman. Although she treated me exceptionally well, I still felt a certain amount of awe towards her.
My aunt was very strict with me, fulfilling all my needs in terms of studies and daily life, but she always
insisted that I strive to be number one. I did live up to her expectations, consistently ranking among the top three, though not always at the top.
This focused-on-study lifestyle continued until I graduated from high school and was admitted to a prestigious university in Beijing with high scores.
It was during the World Cup, and I was following the matches closely. One evening, I watched the live broadcast in my bedroom.
Feeling thirsty, I went to the living room for a drink. As soon as I left my bedroom, I saw a figure
throwing clothes into the washing machine. This scene would normally be normal; my aunt did all the housework
, and I always enjoyed the fruits of her labor. The crucial point was that my aunt was facing the washing machine with her back to me,
completely naked, her fair and delicate body fully exposed before my eyes. Although I
sleep with her every night , I've been used to being close to her and holding her for so many years, and I've never felt anything unusual. But
now, for the first time, I saw my aunt's naked body, her smooth, fair skin beneath her pajamas. I suddenly felt a little
suffocated, my heart raced. This was also the first time I'd seen a woman's naked body, so close, so intimate
. My legs felt numb, I couldn't move, and I forgot I was thirsty, even though my throat felt a little feverish. I guess my aunt
had just finished showering and was throwing her dirty clothes into the washing machine. Since I was the only
family member in her house, she hadn't paid much attention to putting on her clothes. My legs, which had been stiffly resting on my feet, finally came to a stop. Hearing the noise, my aunt
turned around and, surprisingly, smiled without any surprise, asked why I wasn't watching TV and what I was doing out. I moved my tongue
, cleared my throat, and replied in a slightly hoarse voice that I was thirsty and had come out to get some water.
My aunt responded with an "oh," then turned back to the washing machine. Like a schoolchild caught doing something wrong, I
lowered my head and quickly went to the water dispenser to drink, then scurried back to my bedroom like a thief. Even after entering the bedroom
, my heart was still pounding. My aunt's beautiful body kept flashing before my eyes,
refusing to leave. Disturbed, I turned off the TV, threw myself onto the bed, and closed my eyes, hoping to feel better. But I still tossed and turned,
thinking about my aunt's full and clean body. My young and wicked heart drifted in a dark sea,
sinful thoughts filling my entire brain. I couldn't help but blame myself. What was wrong with me? I
slept with my aunt every day. Even though it was the first time I'd seen her naked, I shouldn't be so confused. I kept beating
myself, but the chaotic thoughts kept surfacing in my mind.
Suddenly, my aunt called my name from the living room. I was so lost in my thoughts that
I didn't hear her call until she called several times. I never expected my aunt to ask me to get her underwear. Although we shared
a closet, and I knew exactly where all her clothes were, the thought of getting them for her—especially from a completely naked
aunt—made my heart pound. The air conditioning was on in the bedroom, but I was still sweating profusely
. I opened the closet, found my aunt's section, and suddenly noticed that her underwear and bras were all
made of very pretty lace. I didn't know what they were called then, but now that I'm older, I know they're erotic lingerie. My aunt
had many underwear and bras, so I just grabbed a set and left the bedroom. As soon as I stepped out, I saw my aunt
facing me, and her pubic hair, a small patch of dark pubic hair, was clearly and directly visible.
My penis immediately became erect. Although I was a virgin, it felt
like it was innate, an instinctive reaction. My penis hardened, and I started to feel a little scared.
My aunt was usually very strict, so I had to tiptoe to hand her her underwear and bra, afraid
she'd notice my intentions. Actually, the way I walked at that moment was obvious to anyone; young people often like
to deceive themselves.
My aunt took the clothes, and I hurried back to my bedroom without looking at her expression.
My mind was in turmoil. Now, thinking back, I realize my aunt must have been a widow for many years, always
appearing dignified and elegant in front of her subordinates, colleagues, and friends. She must have been suppressing a burning desire. On a whim, I
opened a drawer under my aunt's wardrobe and found some strange devices inside. At the time, I found them
fascinating, but later I learned they were for masturbation. My aunt had never remarried or
had a man. Now, thinking about it, it's hard for a woman at her prime, having to pretend in public and in private .
The emptiness and loneliness she felt inside must have been immense.
My aunt put on her underwear and came into the bedroom. Noticing I wasn't watching TV, she casually asked. I
was in no mood for TV; my mind was a mess. I vaguely replied that the World Cup matches were over, and there wasn't anything else good on TV, so I
turned it off. My aunt softly responded with an "Oh," and said, "Then go to sleep early." Usually, my aunt would put on her pajamas before going to
bed, but today she was only wearing her underwear and bra. My scalp tingled, and my heart pounded like a rabbit's
. I followed her into bed and lay down
next to her, unusually not pressing close as close as usual. I even turned over so my back was facing away from her, because I felt a strange, indescribable feeling.
After my aunt turned off the light, she leaned closer, her hot body pressed tightly against my back. Her full breasts gave
me a strong sense of pressure. We'd been sleeping side-by-side in our pajamas for over ten years, and it was nothing new. But today,
this feeling stemmed mainly from seeing my aunt naked earlier; it hadn't calmed me down since. Now,
thinking back carefully to why my aunt acted that way, besides the prolonged emptiness and loneliness, perhaps it was because I had also been accepted into
a university in another city, and I was about to leave her. That's when she started to feel sad, but couldn't express it.
It was a hot summer day, the air conditioning was still running, and neither of us was asleep in the darkness of the bed. I had my back to my aunt
, and she was holding me tightly, her body pressed close to mine. We remained like this in silence for about half an hour. Suddenly, my aunt
spoke, "Junzi, in two months you'll be going to university too. Time flies so fast. After you leave, it 'll
just be me alone at home." I could hear the sadness in her voice, and my heart gradually calmed down. I
turned around and hugged her, saying, "Aunt, no matter where Junzi goes, she'll remember you. I'll come home every holiday
, and I'll call you often." My aunt didn't speak, but I could sense her sadness. I
just held her like that, saying comforting words, and then we both gradually fell asleep. Perhaps
something should have happened, but it didn't.
The next day, my aunt still got up early to buy me breakfast, and we continued our peaceful and warm holiday. Until
I bought my train ticket, the day before I left for school.
That night was gloomy; it seemed like it was going to rain, and the weather was very muggy. My aunt packed
my bags, sweating profusely. I wanted to help her, but she insisted on doing it herself, telling
me to watch TV. While I was watching TV, I heard my aunt calling me. I thought she wanted me to help pack, but when I came out of
the bedroom, I found she was calling me from the bathroom. My aunt asked me to rub her back, saying she was too tired that day and her back ached
. I hesitated for a moment, but then I thought about how, since the last time my aunt slept with me in a bikini,
although nothing had happened, I basically knew nothing about her body. Thinking
about how hard my aunt had worked to prepare for me today, and then thinking about how she had always taken care of everything for me, while I had always
been waited on hand and foot, never lifting a finger to help her, I felt a pang of guilt. I pushed open the bathroom door and, unsurprisingly
, saw my naked aunt, and, without exception, began to feel aroused. My aunt handed me a towel, leaning
over the vanity, her round buttocks facing me. Although the bathroom was filled with steam, I
could still vaguely see my aunt's flushed face, radiating a spring-like aura. My previously slight arousal had completely subsided, and my penis was now fully erect
—it was instinct, it was nature, it truly didn't need to be taught.
Taking the towel, I began to carefully wipe my aunt's back, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly, hoping to do my
best to make her, the aunt who had worried so much for me, feel more comfortable. Although I was clumsy and unprofessional
, I still tried my best and was very careful. As I was wiping, my aunt suddenly grabbed my hand and placed it on her
breast—those slightly sagging breasts, the breasts that had nurtured me since I was a baby, the
breasts that pressed tightly against my body every night. Those familiar yet strange breasts,
breasts that had lingered in my life since I could remember. I didn't move my hand, just gently, gently pressed them, and everything else froze
; time seemed to stand still. In that moment, my aunt was a woman, a lonely
woman, a woman I was close to and loved, a woman who had given so much for me without complaint, a
woman I was willing to care for for the rest of my life.
Time stood still for about half an hour, and neither of us spoke. The steam in the bathroom gradually dissipated, the condensation on the vanity mirror melted away, and my aunt's delicate face, her dreamy eyes, 　　and my childish expression
appeared in the mirror .
At that moment, my aunt suddenly spoke. She said, "Junzi, you're leaving tomorrow.
Take a bath with me tonight, like you did when you were little." What could I say? Looking at this
person closest to me, looking at this aunt who would soon be alone again, I simply murmured an "Mmm." After many years,
I once again exposed my body to my aunt, my slightly thin, bookish frame. My aunt looked at
me with affection, and helped me into the bathtub.
The bathtub was full of bubbles, and my aunt and I immersed ourselves in it, only our upper bodies facing each other. Suddenly,
my aunt grasped my penis in the water. My body trembled, and then my aunt sat in my lap, sighing, "Seventeen years have passed, Junzi
has grown up." My trembling hand slowly moved from my aunt's breasts to her genitals, gently caressing her delicate
flower path. My heart was truly uneasy, as if I were dreaming. I had actually done this to my aunt.
My aunt gently stroked my penis with her hand. Her silky smooth hands sent a rush of blood to my head
, and I couldn't resist touching her private parts in return. We nestled together, caressing each other, my aunt's beautiful voice
softly moaning and groaning, melodious and captivating. Years later, recalling it still feels like an ecstasy to the bone.
This was perhaps the longest bath I'd ever taken in my life, and also the most stimulating, like
being on a cloud. Holding my aunt's soft body in my arms, my hands roamed restlessly up and down,
the sound of the water pattering and my aunt's soft moans filling my ears. I didn't know if I was in heaven or
on earth, heaven or earth, earth or heaven, or perhaps it couldn't be any different.
Then, my aunt guided my penis with her hand, rubbing it between her legs. If
my penis was already burning with desire under my aunt's delicate hands, the feeling now was indescribable. I felt blood
rushing to my head, the explosive and fiery sensation making me groan and involuntarily ejaculate
a thick stream of fluid. My aunt noticed, turned and smiled at me, a smile brimming with spring-like passion that
stirred my heart. Looking back, if I were more mature, I might have taken
my aunt right there in the bathtub. But I was only 17, an inexperienced boy, and knew nothing of such things.
The bath lasted over an hour; my aunt and I were passionately entwined in the tub, oblivious to the cold water
.
After the bath, my aunt asked me to carry her to the bedroom. I knew something was really going to happen tonight, but
after placing my naked aunt on the bed, I was at a loss, unsure what to do. Seeing this, my aunt understood that I was inexperienced
in matters of love and that she needed to guide me. However, she had also been a widow for many years, and the two of them seemed quite awkward. My aunt wasn't
an open or promiscuous person; she didn't have many tricks up her sleeve in bed, unlike the various positions I see on forums now
. At that time, my aunt and I used the most normal and conservative position. My aunt lay on the bed with her legs open
, and I was on top of her, penetrating her, embracing and making love. Our eyes were locked, there was no kissing,
no lewd sounds, only soft moans. The scene was like two people who had just experienced lovemaking
doing the most primal and beautiful thing. Accompanied by the music my aunt had turned on, the whole room was filled with an enchanting
, boundless spring-like atmosphere. There was no storm, no excessive sexual activity; it was a beautiful picture,
deeply imprinted in my mind, never fading no matter how time passes.
After making love with my aunt, seeing the beads of sweat on her nose, I bent down and gently licked them. We smiled at each other
; perhaps this was our destiny. My aunt again insisted on cleaning up afterward. Seeing
her slightly tired body struggling to get up, I held her shoulders and said, "Let me do it, Aunt." My aunt smiled,
a sweet and beautiful smile. I changed the sheets and threw them in the washing machine, then carried my aunt to the bathroom, carefully wiping her
body after our lovemaking, admiring her beautiful form. That night, we slept in each other's arms, like before, yet
not like before.
The next day, my aunt saw me off at the train station, her expression filled with sadness and reluctance. I gently hugged her and
said, "Aunt, no matter where I go, I will always have only one home in my heart, and I will always remember home, and
you, my home."
[The End
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