Things with my aunt

Chapter One:

My aunt is my real aunt, only six years older than me, and my mother's youngest sister. My mother has three sisters; she is the eldest, and my aunt is the youngest. My mother is seventeen years older than my aunt, and she dotes on her. I've also had a very close relationship with my aunt since childhood.
In 2003, my aunt, who had already graduated from university, had been working as a translator for a foreign company in Jinan for two years. That year, I was a freshman at a university in Jinan.
My aunt's boyfriend was her military training instructor when she was in university. The budding admiration of a young girl for soldiers led my aunt to fall in love with him. My grandfather, mother, second aunt, and third aunt all tried to dissuade her, but believing she was old enough, she overcame her family's objections and dated this soldier for several years. Fortunately, this soldier was very hardworking. In 2001, in his fourth year as a soldier, he was admitted to a military academy in Zhengzhou.
The SARS epidemic in 2003 caused panic throughout China, and Jinan was also in a state of tension; in fact, only a few cases had been discovered in Shandong. That summer vacation seemed to arrive exceptionally early. Before I knew it, the sweltering heat of Jinan had become unbearable, and the holidays were upon me. As my first summer vacation in university, I, who had always longed for independence, was itching to find a job and earn some pocket money. Because of SARS, my mother didn't want me to come home, but she was still worried and called my aunt, who also worked in Jinan, to keep an eye on me.
The entire university was closed, and suddenly I had nowhere to live, leaving me feeling lost. That's when my aunt called, asking me to come
to her place. I didn't really want to go, but having nowhere else to go, I had no choice. My aunt's house was in the east of Jinan, quite a distance away. I had to transfer buses and travel for over two hours to reach her apartment complex.
My aunt was already waiting for me at the gate. Having not seen her for several months due to the distance, she looked particularly slender in her summer clothes. At 170cm tall, she didn't seem short compared to my 180cm. My aunt said the girl she shared an apartment with got married, and they had paid a year's rent together for a two-bedroom apartment. They were planning to find someone else to share it with, so she suggested I move in. I said okay, I'll pay you the rent when I get my salary. She laughed, "You haven't even found a job yet, and you're giving me rent? Don't be so mad at me. I'm kind of scared being alone anyway, so consider yourself my bodyguard."
We made our way up to my aunt's apartment on the third floor. I was carrying my bags, sweating profusely. As soon as we entered, my aunt told me to go to the bathroom to wash my face. Inside, a round clothes rack was covered in underwear of various colors, and my face suddenly turned bright red. My aunt came over and saw my embarrassment, laughing heartily, "My dear nephew has grown up!" She then took the clothes rack out, becoming even more embarrassed herself.
After washing my face, I finally got a good look at my aunt's house: the furniture was from a rented apartment, and it was actually quite simple—just a sofa, a coffee table, and what looked like a 25-inch TV. But my aunt had decorated it very warmly; women will be women. My aunt cut me some watermelon, and as I ate, she asked what kind of job I was planning to look for. "You haven't even graduated yet," she said, "you can only find a short-term summer job doing promotions." I asked how much she'd pay, and she said, "Are you greedy? With SARS this year, people don't even know if they're hiring for promotions anymore. Let's see what happens. If you can't find one, you can just settle down in Jinan and enroll in a tutoring program to learn something." Although there's not much of an age gap between us, she's still an elder, so I didn't say anything, but I knew I had to find a job.
After dinner, my aunt said, "Let's go out for a walk. Your auntie is already so fat; if she gets any fatter, she'll be too ashamed to show her face." My aunt always spoke to me in a very lively tone. Once outside, my aunt said, "Let's go look at watches; I'm planning to buy one to match my clothes this summer." My aunt saw a Swatch women's watch in a shopping mall; it cost over 800 yuan. She asked me if it looked good, and I said it was too expensive. Unexpectedly, the salesperson said, "It's not expensive, handsome! Your girlfriend wearing a luxury watch makes you look classy." My face turned bright red again. Before I could explain, my aunt laughed and said to the salesperson, "This is my nephew." The salesperson was embarrassed and apologized profusely. My aunt bought the watch; with a monthly salary of over 5000 yuan, she always seemed to spend money without batting an eye. Walking home, my aunt linked arms with me, attracting a lot of attention because she was quite "trendy" in terms of height, figure, clothing, and appearance.
Chapter Two:

After arriving home, my aunt went to take a shower first, while I used her laptop to use QQ in her room. A while later, my aunt came out, wearing a rose-red nightgown. I glanced at her and felt a strange sensation, so I just kept looking at the computer screen. My aunt said, "Stop playing around, let's talk." I glanced at my aunt, feeling even more embarrassed, and asked the computer again, "What are you talking about?" My aunt asked if I had a girlfriend. I said, "If I had a girlfriend, would I still be staying here?" My aunt said, "What are you thinking, kid? Let your auntie check on your girlfriend." I said, "Okay, but I don't know where she is." I asked her how things were going with her soldier boyfriend; she said, "Why do you care so much about kids?" After saying that, my aunt seemed a little sad and continued, "Because of FD, we haven't seen each other for half a year. He was supposed to come to Jinan to see me during the May Day holiday, but I don't quite understand his feelings. He said he wouldn't come, and that's it. I came to see you now." My aunt rolled her eyes at me, "What do you know, you little brat? Go take a shower and go to bed."
I woke up this morning and, as if to say, "morning boxing," my underwear was bulging. Suddenly, I felt the urge to pee. Naked, I went to the bathroom, and as I opened the door, still half-asleep, I was about to pull down my underwear when I saw my aunt sitting on the toilet watching me. I yelled "Ah!" and quickly backed out, running to my room. Only after hearing my aunt return to her room did I rush back to the bathroom to relieve myself. When my aunt called me for breakfast, I noticed she seemed a little embarrassed, and I felt even more awkward.
After breakfast, my aunt said she'd contacted one of her classmates, a manager at an appliance store, saying they were hiring summer promoters and I should try it. My aunt and I went out together; she went to work, and I went to the store. The job was simple: a promoter for a certain brand, 900 yuan base salary plus 500 yuan bonus. It sounded easy, so I agreed. The manager was my aunt's college classmate, and he kept asking about her current situation, probably because he was a fan of hers back in college.
My first day's work was actually quite simple: I just wore an advertising banner and stood next to some TVs handing out brochures. It was simple, but not easy, and the first day ended in exhaustion.
When I got home, my aunt was already home and had dinner ready. She asked me how my first day went. I deliberately drew out my words, "Tired~~". My aunt chuckled, "You know money's hard to earn now, right? Come on, eat, and call your mom after you're done."
After dinner, my aunt called my mom first, then handed the phone to me. My mom asked how work went. I knew to only report good news, so I told my mom, "It's great, the work is easy, and I make about a thousand yuan a month." Then my mom told me to eat well and listen to my aunt, and so on. After dinner, my aunt showed her authoritative side, telling me how to get along with colleagues and bosses at work, etc. I listened attentively, of course. After her
lecture, my aunt said, "You can go online, I'm going to take a shower." I said, "Take out the computer." My aunt asked, "What's wrong?" "Sorry," I said with an exaggerated expression. My aunt frowned slightly. "The internet is in my bedroom, it's a hassle. Go over there and use it." I said,
"Never mind," and watched TV. After showering, she came out and suddenly said to me in a teasing tone, "Son, next time you go to the bathroom, make sure someone's there before you go." She gave an awkward laugh, and I could only awkwardly agree.
My aunt put on a face mask and started a long phone call with her boyfriend. She didn't seem to care much about my presence; affectionate words like "baby" kept popping from her lips. The gist of the conversation was that her boyfriend's school had recovered from the SARS outbreak and he was coming to Jinan to see her. My aunt was overjoyed. They talked for over half an hour, and when the call ended, she was even more excited than a typical schoolgirl. She hugged my face and kissed me, saying she wanted to go shopping for clothes, etc. I couldn't help but marvel at the madness of women in love.
The next day's work was the same as the previous day, but my initial excitement had worn off; I just felt my legs were cramping. With the arrival of summer vacation, there seemed to be more people in the mall, and I was exhausted from dealing with them. After get off work, I think I understood why there is an idiom for "walking with difficulty".
I finally made it home, but my aunt wasn't there. On the coffee table were groceries from the Ginza supermarket. Feeling ravenous, I checked the bag for snacks—mostly junk food and cookies. As I emptied the bag onto the sofa, two boxes spilled out, labeled "Sixth Sense." I didn't know what "sixth sense" meant then. I picked them up and read the smaller print: "Ultra-thin condoms." Suddenly, I felt uneasy, thinking my aunt had prepared them for her boyfriend. Just as I was about to put them back in the bag, my aunt returned. I was so embarrassed! She saw them too and said, "Why did you dump them all out? You're going to eat these too!" I said, "I'll save them for my boyfriend." She smacked me on the head and took the two boxes to her room.
After dinner, my aunt was on the phone in the living room, while I went to her room to go online. Another half hour passed, and when she finished, she excitedly ran over and hugged my head from behind, excitedly telling me that her soldier boyfriend would arrive in Jinan the next afternoon. She then playfully smacked my head a few times.
The next day's work was the same repetitive routine. In the afternoon, my aunt suddenly came to see me, saying she was leaving work early to go out for dinner together. I half-jokingly said, "You two are on a date, what am I supposed to do?" My aunt said, "Kids don't make a fuss. If I tell you to go, just go. Remember to come home early." I nodded hurriedly on the phone.
On the third day of work, I completely lost faith in my job. Repetition, endless repetition. Once again, I made it to the end of the workday. As soon as I arrived at the apartment complex, my aunt and her boyfriend were already downstairs. It was the first time I saw her boyfriend. He had dark skin, looked about the same height as my aunt, and had rather large eyes. However, from a man's perspective, he wasn't exactly handsome. What my aunt liked about him was unknown. Suddenly, I didn't know what to call him; but this soldier was more easygoing and greeted me first. My aunt was eager to go out for dinner; after leaving the neighborhood and getting into a taxi, we suddenly didn't know what to eat, so she suggested Japanese food.
My aunt and her boyfriend were in the back, and I was in the passenger seat. My aunt's happiness didn't diminish because of my presence; she hugged his neck and kissed him every now and then, all of which I and the driver saw in the rearview mirror. The meal was rather boring; I'm not a fan of Japanese food, but at my aunt's urging, I drank two glasses of sake with her boyfriend, and I felt a little dizzy. We finished quickly, and they seemed impatient, so they said, "Let's go home." I casually agreed, got into the taxi, and drove in silence. When I got home, thinking about yesterday's "sixth sense," I wisely went back to my room. The sake had a strong aftereffect; my head felt heavy. My aunt and her boyfriend were chatting and laughing outside. I lay on the bed, and under the influence of the alcohol, I gradually fell asleep…

Chapter Three:

The next morning, I could still see the blush on my aunt's face. A happy smile radiated from her face as she frequently showed affection to her boyfriend, while I was left out, completely superfluous. Fortunately, her boyfriend had to go home to see his parents, and I felt a sense of liberation; my aunt, however, seemed extremely unhappy, pouting like a little girl. I ignored all of this, ate lunch, and went to work. Sitting on the bus, I thought, "Humans are truly strange creatures…"
Work had become numbing for me, and I truly understood that money wasn't so easy to earn. My aunt's friend, however, was quite caring and didn't ask for much. He told me to go home early, even though I still had half an hour left in the afternoon. I returned home gratefully. My aunt wasn't home yet. In the bathroom, I saw various colored underwear that she had changed out of, unwashed, probably from last night. I suddenly felt incredibly wicked and quickly washed my face with cold water.
Not long after, my aunt returned, her face still radiant, whether from work or the glow of newly found love, I couldn't tell. But I felt strangely exhausted, listlessly staring at the television. At that time, the TV station was airing "Jade Goddess of Mercy," and my aunt, seeing my unhappiness, laughed and said I looked like Yang Rui from the show. I casually joked with her, saying Yang Rui wasn't nearly as handsome as me, and she laughed, agreeing. We chatted for a while, then my aunt went to cook. After dinner, she inquired about my work and then went to take a shower. I went back to my room and started playing my games. My aunt came into my room after taking a shower, combing her hair as she asked why I was going to bed so early. I said I was bored. My aunt sat down on the edge of my bed and said, "Let's chat for a bit, so we don't have a generation gap." I laughed and said, "We're only a few years apart." As I said this, her breasts were faintly visible under her nightgown...
I quickly looked away. My aunt, busy combing her hair, didn't seem to notice. I started a conversation, saying, "Auntie, your soldier brother is only staying one night and then leaving?" My aunt said with a hint of resentment, "What can I do? My parents are more important than my wife." I chuckled and said, "You'll be more important after we get married, your husband will be with you every day." My aunt glared at me and said, "What do you mean? Are you implying I'm destined to be an unfilial wife?" I half-jokingly said, "What do you mean 'seems like'? It's definitely true, haha." After saying this, my aunt raised her comb like a knife and said, "You little brat, how dare you talk to your aunt like that!" She was about to chop me when I raised my hand to block, but she stepped forward, and my hand just touched her chest. I pulled my hand back as if I'd been electrocuted. My aunt noticed and went back to sit down. We both felt awkward. My aunt said, "Drink some water and go to bed early." I agreed, and she left, her silhouette still so alluring in her pajamas...
Time seemed to pass peacefully in the repetition of these days, and before I knew it, I'd been working for over half a month. My aunt seemed to be living a monotonous life, going to work and coming home, while I became increasingly numb to the mall's promotions. My mother often called to ask about my well-being and work, and I would always complain, "Your own sister is here, aren't you worried?" My mother would always say, "Don't just eat! Help your aunt with some chores!" At this point, I always thought my mother was being very nagging. Perhaps it was related to my age at the time, but during the period I stayed at my aunt's, she was the one who cooked for me. I knew my aunt couldn't cook before she went to college, but now, her cooking is passable; however, I felt that even if I couldn't cook, I couldn't just let her buy everything. So, after work, I went to the supermarket and bought some pork ribs, mushrooms, etc. When I got home, my aunt was already back. I put the things in the kitchen, called out to my aunt, and she answered from inside the room. I then pushed open the door and went in.
I saw my aunt's legs on a chair, her ankle swollen quite a bit. I quickly asked her what happened; she was almost crying, and with a pained expression, she said that the elevator at her company was broken today, and when she was going down the stairs, she was wearing 8-point heels and suddenly twisted and fell. Luckily, a colleague was there to catch her. She went to the hospital, and the checkup showed that her bones were fine, just swollen. I jokingly said, "Looks like I had a feeling. I just went to buy you some pork ribs." My aunt said, "Don't you have any conscience? I've fallen like this, and you're still joking." I had to become very serious and ask my aunt, "Then how are you going to work?" She replied, "Why would I go to work? They'll bring the documents home for me tomorrow, and I'll cook at home. Oh dear, how are you going to eat?" I said, "Don't worry about me. You're just like my mom. I'll cook for you." My aunt chuckled, "Will it be cooked through?" I gave a salute, "I guarantee it'll be cooked through."
Under my aunt's remote instructions from her bedroom, dinner was finally managed to be cobbled together. Actually, it was all cooked in a pressure cooker; there wasn't much skill involved, and the ribs were already very tender. My aunt even complimented me while eating, saying, "Not bad, you can cook now." I said, "Of course! My mom never got this treatment." My aunt laughed even harder. "I'm not your mom," she said. "You're my aunt, a little auntie." Hearing this, she laughed even more.
Dinner proceeded in a very harmonious atmosphere. My aunt was genuinely touched by my performance, saying that I'd really learned how to take care of people since starting university, and my future girlfriend would be lucky. I asked my aunt, "Aren't you happy now?" My aunt said she was so happy, so incredibly happy. Her little nephew, who used to fight with me all the time, had now learned to be considerate. I said, "Then I'll call you 'Happy for a few days,'" and she agreed. I don't know how much I was staring at her then, from a third-person perspective. My aunt was eating and didn't notice my gaze. My brain was in turmoil again; reason told me not to look, but my body wouldn't cooperate. "What are you looking at!" my aunt's words brought me back to reality. I lowered my head in embarrassment. My aunt said, "What are you looking at, little brat? You're all grown up now. When you get a girlfriend, you can look all you want." I never expected my aunt to say that. Embarrassed, I quickly cleared the dishes and helped my aunt back to the bedroom.
After finishing my meal, I lowered my head. My aunt, supporting my neck, limped back to the room. Her perfume made me feel a little dizzy, even a little impulsive, but I quickly calmed down. I said, "Auntie, did you spray insecticide on yourself? It smells weird." She said, "You're teasing me again, aren't you? I could buy dozens of boxes of insecticide with this Chanel No. 5." I chuckled.
I know my aunt is a very clean person, but now she couldn't take a shower. So I went to the bathroom, filled a basin with water, soaked her towel, and brought it to the room. I said, "Auntie, wash your face." She seemed touched and said, "Thank you so much for being so thoughtful." I asked how old I was, and she said, "No matter how old you are, you're still my nephew." I said, "Of course."
After washing her face, she said, "Could you change the water and wash my back?" I felt embarrassed and didn't say anything. She noticed and said, "It's okay, it's just the two of us. Why are you shy? You go out first, I'll change my pajamas." I went out to fetch a basin of water. My aunt had already changed out of her pajamas and was now wearing a two-piece set instead of a nightgown. My aunt said, "I'll lie here, and you can wipe my back." I said, "Okay." Suddenly, I thought of a movie I watched in my freshman year of college called "Jan Dara." It seemed like there was a scene like this in it. Thinking of this, I had to stop myself because my aunt had already taken off her clothes and was lying there.
My aunt's back was very smooth. I gently wiped it with a towel. My aunt, lying down, said, "Wipe harder." I felt extremely awkward facing that white back. My face turned bright red, and my heart raced. I froze, still holding the towel in one hand. Suddenly, I wanted to touch it. At that moment, it seemed my brain and hand were separate. My mind was in a contradictory struggle, but my hand reached down. My fingertips gently traced my aunt's back. My aunt seemed to enjoy it, as if she had fallen asleep. After a few seconds, she hummed in agreement, then suddenly woke up and said, "Okay, I was asleep." Then she took off her clothes. I could see that my aunt's face was already red. My aunt said somewhat flusteredly, "Okay, go back to sleep." I slowly left the room and slapped myself across the face. I had endured a difficult night.

Chapter Four:

My aunt's legs weren't so swollen anymore. My aunt said she wanted to walk slowly in the afternoon and asked me to accompany her. So I supported my aunt as she walked barefoot, tiptoeing slowly. The two of us, supporting each other like a gourd, made our way through the living room. After just one lap, she must have strained and felt a sharp pain in her injured area. She collapsed into my arms, and I quickly put my arm around her waist. Suddenly, I noticed she was crying. I asked if it hurt a lot. Tears streamed down her face as she said she was fine, just feeling a little wronged. I asked what was wronged her about. She said it was nothing, and told me to help her back to bed. I helped her back to bed and asked again why she was crying. She said it was nothing, just that other people's boyfriends were always there for them, while she had no one to be with her after falling. I said, "Don't worry, Auntie, I'm here with you." She wiped away her tears and smiled. "Okay, I'm happy to have you here. Don't cry." I added, "Auntie, don't cry. I'll introduce you to a girlfriend later." This time, she really laughed. "What's wrong? Missing a wife?" Love isn't something that can be arranged; it takes feeling. My nephew is so handsome, he must have a lot of female classmates pursuing him. I said, "No way! Come on, he's just a kid. Wait a few more years, it's not urgent." I laughed out loud. I'm not old, but my hormones are already at an adult level. My aunt smacked me on the head, "Don't act like a hooligan, kid."
My aunt stayed home for a whole week, and I took care of her for the whole week. She had to go back to work, and the weather in Jinan had reached its hottest point. I didn't want to go back to that sales job anymore; I had a strange fear of it. Seeing my attitude, my aunt, because she was entrusted by my mother, didn't ask me to do anything too much. My aunt went to work, while I stayed in this small apartment staring at the computer every day, doing nothing but QQ and playing multiplayer games. The hot days passed by in boredom; while my aunt continued to go to work and come home every day.
Before I knew it, it was the weekend again. My aunt asked if I'd visited any tourist attractions since I'd been studying in Jinan for a year. I said no, so she suggested we go to Jinan Park. Actually, I'm not really interested in springs and such, but I couldn't resist her enthusiasm, so I agreed.
Jinan was incredibly crowded on the weekend. Buses were packed with people like sardines in a can. My aunt suggested we go to Daming Lake first. Daming Lake is about a dozen bus stops from our neighborhood, and seeing so many people, my aunt was considering taking a taxi. I said it was fine, we had nothing to do on the weekend, why be so extravagant? My aunt didn't say anything more. Finally, we got on a bus, and after a lot of effort, we squeezed on. My aunt and I only had a tiny bit of room to stand; she was in front of me, and I was behind. The bus had air conditioning, so it wasn't too stuffy. And so began our journey across the "City of Springs," which lasted over an hour.
The bus got increasingly crowded, squeezing my aunt and me tightly together. My aunt was wearing a white jumpsuit that accentuated her curves, and I was pressed against her buttocks from behind. At first, I didn't think much of it, but as the bus jolted, I felt something strange. However, it was summer, and her clothes were too thin, so she quickly noticed. Because of the Asian Cup, Jinan was undergoing road construction, making the roads particularly difficult to navigate. The jolting intensified, and to keep us from swaying, I held onto her waist. She glanced back at me, and I saw the blush that had appeared on her face before, but there was nothing I could do now. The bus became increasingly crowded, and we started to lean forward. My aunt then let me put my arm around her waist. I felt the area where we were touching was very hot. Finally, we reached the final stop and got off the bus. My aunt's face was flushed, and her eyes looked so unnatural.
My trip to Minghu was also affected by what happened on the bus. My aunt was quiet, and I felt even more embarrassed. We quickly strolled around Daming Lake and then left. My aunt suggested going to Thousand Buddha Mountain, but I said it was too hot and suggested we go to Quancheng Square instead. My aunt agreed, so we walked there. The square was bustling with people on the weekend. After wandering around for a bit, we could already feel the scorching sun. My aunt was already scared of the direct sunlight and said, "Let's go back, the UV rays are too strong." I said, "Okay." It was so hot that we got on the bus again. This time there was still a seat left, which I gave to my aunt. To ease the awkwardness on the way there, I joked, "Auntie, you have to sit down, you old folks." My aunt joked back, "You know how to respect your elders now. How about I take your seat?" I said, "No need, no need." The bus started moving, going back stop by stop.
There weren't many people on the way back, but there were no seats. My aunt then said, "Why don't you sit down?" I said, "Wouldn't that be incredibly disrespectful to me?" I laughed and said. My aunt said, "Then you sit down and I'll sit on your lap." I had no choice but to agree. After I sat down, the scent of my aunt's perfume wafted in front of me again. I was a little intoxicated. The bus became increasingly bumpy. To host the Asian Cup that would embarrass Chinese football, the entire road network in Jinan was being rebuilt. My aunt swayed back and forth on my lap, and I held onto her waist with both hands. My aunt, wearing a short skirt, was worried about showing too much skin when facing outwards, so she wrapped her arms around my neck
instead. I, on the other hand, wasn't as reserved, putting one arm around her waist and the other on her thigh. Suddenly, my aunt asked me if I had ever hugged any other girl like this before, besides her aunt. I nodded shyly. I was a little intoxicated by my aunt's fragrance and a bit sleepy. In my drowsy state, my left hand pinched my aunt's thigh, just a light pinch, but I immediately snapped back to reality. As soon as I pulled my hand away, my aunt glanced at me, smiled slightly, and said, "Hold on tight, trying to drop me?" So I hugged my aunt again, while she looked out the car window, her hand around my neck occasionally pinching my earlobe with her fingers. We remained silent the whole way.
When we got home, there was still a lot of food left because of the heat, so we ate a little something. My aunt then went to take a shower. After her shower, she sat on the sofa with her hair down, watching TV. I was no longer as reserved as when I first arrived. I looked at her, and she asked what I was watching. I said, "Auntie, is this nightgown specially for your soldier boyfriend to see?" She chuckled and said, "But he saw it, didn't he?" I said, "Please don't! I didn't see anything." She hit me with a magazine from the sofa. "So you mean you wanted to take a good look, huh?" I said, "That's a huge injustice! I might have the desire, but I didn't dare!" Just like on the bus when we came back that morning, she sat on my lap and asked, "Kid, tell me the truth, what were you thinking behind me this morning?" My face suddenly turned red. I said, "What was I thinking?" She chuckled. "You little rascal, you've become naughty." I said, "How was I naughty?" She gave me a strange look. "You know it yourself—it's time to introduce you to a girlfriend."
She continued to snuggle on my lap and asked, "What kind of girl do you like?" I said, "Well, how do I put it? First of all, is he a good person?" My aunt asked, "What does 'good person' mean?" "First, he should be filial, right?" My aunt looked at me with exaggerated eyes, "I didn't know my nephew would think of filial piety." I said, "Of course, filial piety is the most important thing." "And what else?" My aunt asked, "He can't be promiscuous." This made my aunt laugh. She laughed and asked, "Do you know what 'promiscuous' means?" I said, "Well, it's equivalent to a slut." My aunt laughed again, "Oh my, you've grown up! What do you understand now? And what else?" I said, "Furthermore, he must be beautiful, and at least 1.65 meters tall." My aunt said, "That's definitely how it has to be, my nephew is so handsome." Saying that, she put her arm around my neck and touched my hair. "And what else?" I said, "His figure must be S-shaped." My aunt cupped my face in her hands and laughed, "Baby, do you know what an S-shape is?" I know, you need a perky chest and a perky butt, my aunt said. "That's a very specific request," she said. "But how perky do you think a perky chest is?" I thought we'd already reached a pretty good understanding, so I pinched the lower half of her breast and said, "It's definitely more prominent than yours." My aunt giggled and slapped my hand, saying, "You naughty boy, your auntie already has a killer figure!" I said, "I didn't see that." My aunt suddenly stood up, spun around, and said, "Look around the street, is there anyone better than your auntie?" I said, "My dear auntie, you should only tell your nephew, don't tell anyone else, it's too embarrassing." I was just joking. My aunt jokingly sat on me, "Little brat, daring to tease your auntie? Come on, give your auntie a kiss." At this point, the atmosphere was actually quite harmonious. I tilted my head and said, "Absolutely not!" My aunt firmly cupped my face and said, "Hurry up, you dare to disobey me!" I saw my aunt's white, rabbit-like breasts swaying again under her nightgown. I was a little flustered. I understood that my aunt wanted me to kiss her cheek. She continued to tilt her head and ask me to kiss her. I suddenly turned around and kissed my aunt's red lips. It was just a kiss, only a second. My aunt's face immediately turned red. She immediately gave me a playful slap, "You naughty boy, you dare to steal a kiss from me!" I was actually very confused. To maintain the harmonious atmosphere, I continued to joke, "You asked me to kiss you?" My aunt blushed and said, "I asked you to kiss my cheek, who asked you to kiss my lips?" I said, "Isn't it the same? It's my first kiss, I don't care." My aunt looked particularly beautiful at this moment. She continued to hug my neck and said, "I have a question for you. Tell your aunt the truth." I said, "Of course." My
aunt said, "Tell me, have you ever had a relationship with a girl?" I said, "Auntie, you're really direct!" I replied, "I don't even have a girlfriend, how could I?" My aunt chuckled, "But you've definitely grown up. You've got a manly aura now." I asked, "A manly aura? What does that mean?" My aunt said shyly, "A manly aura is the ability to make a woman feel something." I said, "What? I don't have that! I don't even have a girlfriend yet." My aunt tapped my head with her finger, "Silly boy, you don't understand anything." At the time, I was a little confused by my aunt's words. Now I understand that "feeling something" probably refers to physical attraction. My aunt put her feet on the sofa, practically lying in my lap, and said, "If you have a girlfriend and do anything inappropriate, you must take proper precautions. First, be responsible to the girl, and second, minimize trouble for yourself." I was still a naive boy then, still a little shy, and I nodded in agreement. My aunt continued, "No matter what, you're in your adolescence now, and you're not allowed to go to the red-light district. No matter who tells you to, you're not allowed. Even if your mother doesn't know, she'll punish you if she finds out." A little embarrassed, I said, "Okay, okay, you're not married yet, why are you being so long-winded like my mom?" My aunt's serious expression vanished in an instant, and she said, "I'm good to my darling!" Then she chuckled, "Kid, take your aunt back to bed." I chuckled and said, "Yes, ma'am!"
I carried my aunt back to bed. I felt that today was the most harmonious day I'd had since coming to this family, because my conversation with my aunt was uninhibited, and so was hers. My aunt lay on the bed, and I turned on the computer and started playing a card game. She propped her head up with her hand, squinted at me with her beautiful eyes, and asked, "Kid, let me ask you, did you secretly have some fun behind me this morning?" I actually knew what my aunt meant, but I could only pretend not to understand. I said, "What are you talking about? Don't play dumb, you brat! You kids are all the same. Once on the bus, a kid wearing a middle school uniform and glasses got on and stood right behind me. At first, I didn't think much of it, but then he pressed against my back, and soon he was hard. I was embarrassed to even stand it." My aunt continued, "I'll get off before our stop. Don't be shy, we don't need to be so bashful." I said, "I didn't mean to this morning, there were just too many people." My aunt chuckled and said, "Alright, I know. It's only because of you. If it were anyone else, I would have gotten off long ago. If I didn't get off, I would have stepped on their foot. But... never mind, I won't say anymore, hehehe~" My aunt hesitated, and since we were on the topic, I asked her what was wrong. She said, "Oh, why are you asking? Let me put it this way, you're a little man now, hehe~" I was even more confused and continued to ask what was wrong. My aunt said, "You keep asking until you get to the bottom of things. This afternoon I made you tease me so much, you know?" I'm not stupid; I immediately understood what my aunt meant. I could only maintain the harmonious atmosphere. I said, "I feel so embarrassed. If your soldier brother were here, you wouldn't feel so bad." My aunt said, "You really understand everything! So what if he were here? Tell me, you little rascal!" I said, "If he were here, he'd just buy another box of Sixth Sense, haha!" My aunt was a little embarrassed and said, "You little rascal, you're joking with your aunt again, aren't you? And stop playing on the computer, go read a book."
I knew my aunt was joking, so I quickly said to her, "I'm sorry, nephew." At this moment, my aunt revealed her fair thighs. I knew she didn't mean it. But it stirred up my desire again, and I stood there dumbfounded. My aunt picked up a pillow and threw it at me, saying, "Let me show you!" I suddenly realized I had lost my composure. My aunt said, "I'll find you a girlfriend later so you can look at her all you want." I said, "I don't want to look, I'm not interested." My aunt laughed, "If you don't look, you're always on top of other girls." I laughed and asked, "What would you be doing on top of someone?" My aunt realized she had said too much and said, "Alright, go play your cards. I'm doing laundry. What are you washing? I'll wash it for you." I said, "That's too much trouble." My aunt said, "Don't be so polite. Where are your clothes?" I said, "I only have a t-shirt. You're too kind." My aunt said, "Come on, don't be so polite." I continued playing my cards. My aunt came into my room, picked up my clothes, and saw my underwear on the bed. She asked if I wanted it washed. I said, "No need, I'll do it myself." My aunt said, "Are you still embarrassed? I'll wash it for you." I said, "Then I won't be polite. I'll wash it for you next time." My aunt said, "Then I'll have to wait until the sun rises in the south." I laughed out loud.
There were so many skilled players of the online card game "Gouji" (a popular card game), I didn't win a single round, which made me lose my temper. I closed the app and went to the bathroom. My aunt was washing clothes. I hugged her waist from behind and said in Cantonese, "Auntie, don't work too hard." My aunt was amused and chuckled. "Okay, I'll hurry up and wash." I saw that my aunt was washing a pair of pink lace panties. I only learned the word "lace" after I got a girlfriend. At the time, I only thought it was mesh. I asked my aunt, "Are you careful that the soldiers can't handle wearing such sexy panties?" My aunt turned around and glared at me. "You little brat, I'll tell your girlfriend to wear some old-fashioned underwear for you to see." After saying that, she couldn't help but chuckle. I knew I was embarrassed and quickly left the bathroom.

Chapter 5:

Because of this weekend, my relationship with my aunt was more harmonious than ever before, and I didn't have as many concerns about what I wore at home. In the mornings, I often went to the toilet wearing only my underwear, just like when I first arrived, while my aunt often wore a nightgown at home. There wasn't much awkwardness between us anymore; of course, this was a tacit understanding between family members.
I didn't take that job again; my vow to work part-time officially failed. Other students who worked summer jobs shared the same feeling: finding a job in freshman year is actually quite difficult. Tutoring jobs are rarely offered to freshmen; you can only find menial work. One of my roommates called me that day, suggesting a get-together. I was overjoyed. I'd been at home for a whole month, and suddenly a buddy was coming to visit—the happiness was indescribable. Most of my roommates were working in Jinan, and almost everyone showed up. Amidst the clinking of glasses and the lively atmosphere, I suddenly realized I was quite drunk. We drank at the night market until after 10 pm. I'm not usually a lightweight drinker, but that day, my excitement made me stagger. My aunt kept calling, and finally, she angrily said on the phone, "If you don't come back soon, I'm calling your mother. I can't handle it; let your mother handle it." Hearing this, I could only stagger home. Once inside, I collapsed onto the sofa.
My aunt asked me how much I had drunk. I said I didn't know, I forgot. My aunt got angry and asked me, "What's wrong with you? How am I supposed to explain this to your mother?" My aunt stood to the side with her arms crossed. I waved my hand and said it was nothing, we're just classmates. My aunt said, "Hurry up and wash up, go to bed." I said, "No, I'm going to bed." My aunt said, "Don't be so disgusting, you're covered in sweat. I'm really drunk." I said, "Then wash me." My aunt didn't say anything, went to get a towel, and wiped her down like I used to when she was sick. She filled a basin with water, soaked the towel, and started wiping me down. When she was wiping my chest, I suddenly felt something cool. I told my aunt, "No need, no need." My aunt said, "Hurry up, look how drunk you are." I said, "What do you mean, I'm perfectly sober." I then pulled my aunt into my arms.
I woke up at ten o'clock the next morning. When I woke up, I found that I was still reeking of alcohol, as if the alcohol had seeped into my blood. My head felt extremely heavy. My aunt went to work early and sent me a message saying that she would drink the milk herself and that I was a bad guy who dared to molest my aunt last night. I then remembered what happened last night, as if it were a dream. I asked myself if it was real; I couldn't believe it, but seeing my aunt's message, I had no choice but to believe it. Suddenly, I felt ashamed and even wanted to pack my things and run away from home. I sat blankly on the living room sofa, feeling ridiculous. I figured I was just drunk, so I gave myself a plausible excuse.
I ate a boring meal, turned on the computer, and started playing games. I sat in front of the computer all day. When my aunt came home from work in the afternoon, I still felt a little embarrassed, but it disappeared quickly. My aunt teased me, "What's wrong? Not going for a drink? Go ahead and drink! You look so all red and swollen from drinking!" I immediately grinned and said, "Oh, it's just a little alcohol, is it really that big of a deal, Auntie?" My aunt said, "Don't give me that! You were so drunk you even molested me last night!" To cover up my embarrassment, I could only continue to laugh and say, "No way, my dear aunt!" My aunt also felt she couldn't continue, so she told me seriously, "Okay, you're not allowed to drink like that anymore. If you do, I'll really tell your mother." I nodded in agreement.
My relationship with my aunt grew more and more harmonious with each passing day. I still spent the hot summer in Jinan at home, while my aunt still went to work. Our relationship became very harmonious. Occasionally, my aunt would send me a text message during a break from work to ask what I was doing, usually in a humorous tone. I would reply to her in a very humorous tone as well. After work, we spent our time in an even more cheerful atmosphere. My aunt would cook in the kitchen, and after dinner, we would watch TV on the sofa. Occasionally, my aunt would ask me to hug her, and I was no longer as reserved as before. Under the same roof, in the hot summer, we inevitably bumped into each other wearing light clothing, but we were no longer embarrassed and often joked around, like, "You're showing too much skin!"
It was almost the end of July, and the weather in Jinan was still scorching hot. My aunt's company had selected three employees to go on a trip to Lijiang because of their outstanding performance that month, and my aunt was one of them. If she brought a relative, she only needed to pay 800 yuan and the company would cover the rest, which was much cheaper than going with a tour group. My aunt asked me if I wanted to go, and I said I didn't have any money. I had spent the whole summer playing and hadn't earned any money. I suggested that she go with her soldier brother, but when she called him, he said he had to go back to school to protect the school. Then my aunt had a huge argument with me and slammed the phone on the bed. I was so scared that I didn't dare to breathe. That night, my aunt said to me, "You should go too. I'll give you the money." I joked, "I can't let you give me charity. I eat your food, stay at your place, and now I have to ask you for money for the trip?" I asked my mom for money, but my aunt said irritably, "What do you mean, 'ask for money'? I told you to go, so you go. Why make such a fuss? Pack your things tomorrow and get ready to leave." I made an exaggerated expression and tacitly agreed.

Chapter Six: Yunnan Trip (Part 1)

My aunt's company had two other people, a man and a woman, each with their partner, while my aunt was with her nephew. At first, people thought I was her brother, but later they found out I was her nephew. My aunt was in a bad mood before boarding the plane, which I completely understood; everyone else was in pairs, while she was all alone.
Actually, my presence didn't alleviate her loneliness; it only made her appear more so. Because we weren't on a tour group, we had more freedom, since it was only a week.
After a two-hour flight, we arrived in Kunming. After getting off the plane, we boarded a bus to Lijiang, and my aunt and I sat next to each other. My aunt was wearing large sunglasses and quietly looked out the window. She hadn't said much since boarding the plane, which made me feel uncomfortable. I gently asked her what was wrong, and she said nothing. I said, "Is it because of the argument? Don't take it so seriously. Since we're on vacation, it's better to have a good time than to go in a bad mood. It's a trip, after all." After I finished speaking, my aunt turned to look at me, smiled slightly, and said, "You've learned how to persuade people now." Seeing her smile, I happily replied, "Of course! I might not be good at persuasion, but I'm good at it, my aunt!" My aunt laughed even harder.
The car ride was about eight hours long, so my aunt quickly got tired and soon fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. I secretly observed her, wondering if it was right or wrong for such a beautiful and sensitive girl like my aunt to choose a soldier as her boyfriend. Only my aunt herself could figure it out.
We arrived in Lijiang around 7 PM, but it wasn't dark yet. We got off the bus and immediately looked for a hotel. The two couples had booked standard double rooms, while my aunt and I wanted to each have a single room. However, the hotel said they didn't have any. I suggested we go somewhere else, but my aunt's colleague, who was already quite tired, said, "Since you're mother and daughter, just get a double room; you won't be sharing a bed." I felt a little embarrassed, but my aunt said, "Okay, then." The hotel room was quite clean. My aunt, being a woman, couldn't withstand the fatigue of the journey and immediately collapsed onto the bed. I, on the other hand, didn't feel particularly tired. Arriving in Yunnan, for someone who had never traveled far before, filled me with uncontrollable excitement. I opened the window; Lijiang was indeed a very beautiful place. In the evening, the sky was still a deep blue, and the horizon seemed very close, as if the sky was about to kiss the earth.
My aunt and I took showers separately, and then the other two couples came over to invite us out for dinner. The streets were still full of tourists at night. Since we were in Yunnan, they all suggested we eat rice noodles. Actually, I had eaten enough at school, so I wasn't very interested, but I could only go along with them. After dinner, the other two couples were quite interested in exploring the area. My aunt was probably still in a bad mood and said she was tired and wanted to go back. I was also very excited, so I had no choice but to go back with her.
Back at the hotel, we lay on our beds. The TV was still showing "Jade Goddess of Mercy." Seeing my aunt was in a bad mood, I tried to make conversation, saying, "Auntie, this drama is set in Yunnan. We're in Yunnan too!" My aunt casually agreed. I continued my monologue, saying, "An Xin, an undercover narcotics officer, doesn't see his wife for years. Is he planning to follow that old officer and never see Yang Rui again? Haha, just like you and your soldier brother!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. I'd forgotten that this was precisely what upset my aunt. I wanted to slap myself. I saw my aunt glance at me, then stare at the TV. I didn't know what to say, so I continued watching. A while later, my aunt took a tissue to wipe her face, and I realized she was crying. I rushed to her bed and asked my aunt what was wrong. She burst into tears and slumped onto my shoulder. I'd almost never seen her cry before, so this was unexpected. I knew what was wrong, but I didn't know how to comfort her. I said, "Don't cry. It'll be better after you get married. Look how much money you've spent on me this time. Let's have some fun. I'll keep you company. Don't think about those upsetting things." My aunt realized she'd overreacted, so she got up and wiped her eyes. I playfully tickled her, because we used to joke like that when we were kids. I knew she was afraid of being tickled, so she immediately stopped crying and started laughing. I said smugly, "Finally laughing!" She said, "Go back to your bed and sleep."
I went back to bed, but I could clearly feel that my aunt was much better. We chatted for a while, then went to sleep separately.
I was suddenly woken up by a noise in the morning. Listening closely, I realized it was the sound of running water in the bathroom. Seeing my aunt wasn't in bed, I knew she'd gone to take a shower. I never sleep well in a new place, so I turned on the TV and watched some really bad dramas. Just then, my aunt came out. She hadn't expected me to wake up so early; she went in wearing only her underwear and came out still wearing that too. She was drying her hair as she came out when she realized I was awake and staring at her. A moment of awkwardness ensued. The bright colors on her clothes were quite arousing for me, especially since it was morning, and for a young boy, certain parts of his body are most active then. Luckily, I was covered by the blanket. My aunt felt embarrassed too, so she wrapped herself in a bath towel. I turned my head back to watch TV. There was a slight silence in the air. To break the silence, I joked, "Don't go swimming anymore, or you might get harassed by a pervert!" My aunt chuckled and said, "Why would I need to go to the swimming pool to harass you? There's a handsome guy around all the time who would harass me, even on the bus, haha..." I suddenly realized my aunt was talking about me, but I no longer felt shy. I wanted to tickle her, but when I lifted the blanket, I found that some parts of my body were still erect. I quickly covered myself up, and my aunt saw everything.
My aunt said, "Young man, you've exposed yourself!" I chuckled and said, "You got the better deal." My aunt picked up a pillow and pretended to hit me, throwing it at me. "Kids shouldn't be so dramatic," she said. I also begged for forgiveness, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Calm returned to normal. There weren't many programs on TV, so I asked my aunt if she wanted to sleep a little longer. She said her hair wasn't dry yet. I said I'd lie down for a bit, and she took the remote. Just as I lay down, I suddenly heard a banging sound from next door. It started slowly, then gradually increased in speed, and I also heard some intermittent, low moans. I'd heard this sound before at my aunt's house, and hearing it again made my heart race. I secretly glanced at my aunt; her face was a little red, I couldn't tell if it was from taking a shower or from hearing this. I didn't know. My aunt turned the TV volume up... It was very big, but it still couldn't cover up the sound of the impact. An unprecedented tension and inexplicable excitement reached my ears. I reached down and grabbed it...
My aunt said, "What are you doing?" I suddenly stopped, but I didn't know what to do. My aunt ran over wrapped in a bath towel, lay down on the side of my bed, and said, "Let's talk. The neighbors are so annoying." I turned my head and found my aunt's face was flushed. She said, "What's annoying?" Then she gave me a mischievous smile. My aunt looked exceptionally beautiful at that moment, and she was absolutely charming in certain places. Years later, when I held someone else's body at will, I didn't feel the same way as before.

Chapter Seven: Yunnan Trip (Part Two) Ending

After the awkwardness in the morning, my aunt and I were both silent. We quickly ate breakfast and set off with the group to start the day's itinerary. The scenery of Lijiang was indeed very attractive. My aunt and I had a lot of fun. When we returned to the hotel in the evening, my aunt was very tired. My aunt had worn high heels when she went out in the morning. After walking all day, as soon as she entered the room, she couldn't wait to take off her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed rubbing her feet. I grabbed my clothes, told my aunt, and went into the bathroom to shower. Halfway through, the door suddenly opened. I quickly grabbed a towel to cover myself (it was too big and a little bit showed). My aunt stood in the doorway and said softly, "My feet hurt terribly. When you're done showering, come out and massage them for me." She gave me a hard look, then closed the door and left. I quickly rinsed myself off, threw on some clothes, and went outside. I saw my aunt had changed into a spaghetti-strap nightgown and was reclining on the edge of the bed. I went over, and my aunt looked at me with a resentful gaze, saying, "My feet hurt terribly, please massage them for me." I knelt down beside the bed, my mind going completely blank. As I knelt, I saw my aunt's nightgown had rolled up, revealing her pink panties, and she had even propped her feet up for me to massage.
I absentmindedly massaged my aunt's feet. Suddenly, she started crying and said that a soldier used to massage her feet like this. As she spoke, she suddenly hugged me, and I hugged her back, slowly falling asleep.
I woke up feeling very awkward. My aunt was holding me tightly, her arms wrapped around me. I held on so tightly I didn't dare breathe, afraid of waking her. I breathed softly, gazing at her face. It was the first time I'd observed her so closely, and I realized how beautiful she was. There seemed to be faint tear tracks on her eyelashes, making her look so pitiful. I couldn't resist and gently kissed her eyes. Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Suddenly, my aunt stirred, murmuring as if calling someone's name. She stroked my back, wrapped her legs around me, and pressed her lips to mine. My mind went blank. I wanted to push her away, but my physical instincts overcame my reason. I responded passionately, kissing her and caressing her. Time slowly passed.
My right hand accidentally brushed against the outside of her thigh. She instinctively trembled; she was only wearing a short skirt. My hand landed perfectly on her skin, that flesh-on-soul contact made her heart race, her face flush, and her breathing quicken. She didn't pull my hand away. A surge of excitement coursed through me. Because of our previous kiss, my blood rushed to my head. I rolled over and pinned my aunt down, our lips meeting like the poles of a magnet, irresistibly drawn together.
My aunt's two crimson lips, soft and smooth, brought me a wave of intoxicating pleasure. "Mmm...uh..." My aunt, lost in passion, her body burning, involuntarily moaned. Hearing that shy moan, I was consumed by lust. Without thinking, my hands landed on her waist, my tongue parting her lips, greedily savoring her sweetness. My aunt had no strength left; her lips parted slightly, and our tongues intertwined. Strictly speaking, this was my first kiss. The blissful feeling was unprecedented, like being on a cloud. A series of soft moans added to the passion in the small room. Teasing her alluring tongue, my desire was completely ignited. My right hand gradually slid down, reaching her exposed lower abdomen, then moving upwards along her nightgown, gently caressing her. My hand gently roamed over my aunt's delicate skin, feeling incredibly comfortable, like a water bottle. My aunt wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to hide; she was weak all over, her heart pounding, her chest rising and falling. My hand finally touched my aunt's breasts, caressing them back and forth for a while. I became even more unrestrained, directly reaching under her skirt... My aunt's face was flushed red, she dared not look me in the eye, her body went limp, anticipating the next move... Suddenly,
there was a knock at the door. My aunt opened her eyes abruptly, turned to the side, and pulled back the sheet. I had my back to my aunt, wanting to explain something. My aunt suddenly spoke, "Aren't you going to open the door and see who it is? Are you still asleep?" I turned around, got out of bed, and silently walked to the door, opening it. It turned out to be my aunt's colleague knocking to tell us to get ready to leave. After my colleague left, my aunt and I sat in silence, got dressed, and headed out. The beautiful scenery seemed to be obscured by a barrier; my aunt kept avoiding my gaze during our trip. The day's journey passed quickly. My aunt and I returned to the hotel.
My aunt rushed into the room, grabbed her clothes, and went into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind racing. Suddenly, I heard her calling from the bathroom. She'd forgotten her bra. I rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out the bra. Something else seemed to have fallen out with it. I bent down to pick it up and froze. Three condoms were lined up in my hand. I didn't dare look and quickly stuffed them back in. I went to the bathroom and handed the bra to my aunt. Back on the bed, I couldn't calm down. Was my aunt hinting at something? Why else would she have asked me to bring her a bra? And what a coincidence—the condoms were inside! I felt a surge of nervousness mixed with a strange excitement.
My aunt came out after her shower, wearing a pinkish-purple nightgown. Her bra and panties were faintly visible under the light. She walked to the bed, stretched lazily, and smiled at me, saying, "Little devil, have you seen enough? Come over and massage my feet." She then stretched her legs out in front of me. When my fingers touched my aunt's alluring little feet, my last line of defense finally crumbled.
I slowly moved my hands upwards, tentatively asking, "Auntie, something fell out when I was getting your clothes." My aunt blushed, laughing and scolding, "You naughty boy, why are you rummaging through my things? I saw it all! I prepared that thing because I thought I could come with him, but now I don't need it." She then gave me a knowing look. I gently massaged my aunt's feet, slowly moving upwards, to her calves and thighs. My aunt seemed to enjoy it, her eyes tightly closed. I pulled her close, hugged her tightly, and kissed her lips, earlobes, and... passionately. My aunt kept her eyes closed, letting me do as I pleased. I held my aunt and lay down on the bed...
After a passionate night, when I woke up in the morning, my aunt nestled tightly in my arms, gently rubbing my nose. "You little rascal, haven't you been wanting this for a while?" I kissed my aunt's face, saying tenderly, "Auntie, I want to love you forever." My aunt sighed softly and said, "You're such a child."

During that trip with my aunt, we enjoyed love and sex like a couple.
Later, my aunt left that city to develop her career in Shenzhen, and I also got my first girlfriend. But deep down, I still deeply love my aunt.

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