My aunt

I lived with my aunt when I was a teenager because my parents were always abroad doing business. At first, I wasn't used to living with my aunt, the only saving grace being that I had my own room. My uncle, on the other hand, rented a room on the second floor with two rooms and the toilet outside. My aunt and uncle had three children; the youngest was only in kindergarten and was adopted. I heard my uncle couldn't have children. My aunt was a housewife, while my uncle worked the night shift. Because of his night shift, it was usually just my aunt and me in the room.

There was no living room; we could only watch TV in the room. There was only one TV in the house, in my aunt's room, which had a wooden floor. I had to go there almost every day to watch TV for one or two hours… Renting a room was really inconvenient, but it also had its advantages… I could go into my aunt's room every day. My aunt was 38 years old, 155 cm tall, slim, probably a C-cup, with a pert back and not very big hips. Actually, when I first moved in, I didn't find anything about my aunt attractive about her. But she especially liked wearing skirts, even though they were mostly knee-length, she still looked quite pleasing to the eye.

One evening around 7 PM, I had just returned home and reached the second floor. My uncle had gone to work, but the bathroom light was on and I could hear running water; I knew my aunt was taking a shower. I

didn't think much of it at first. As I was about to go into the room and take off my shoes, bending down to put them away, I caught a glimpse of light coming from the middle of the bathroom door.

My room was right across from my aunt's, separated by the bathroom. The light wasn't on yet, so the light was coming through that small hole.

I felt a pang of unease. No one was home on the first floor; only my younger cousin, who was in kindergarten, was watching TV. The bathroom

door was a rather old wooden door, and I didn't know why there was such a small hole. I slowly approached the door, took a deep breath, bent down, and aimed precisely at the hole.

I saw my aunt washing her hair, sitting on a small chair, her body swaying like a circle, using her right hand to rinse her head with a hose—the sound of the hose swishing.

When my aunt finished washing and looked up, I saw her beautifully shaped breasts. What impressed me most was her large, pointed nipples… I wanted to suckle them deeply… the kind of nipples that would stand up without me even touching them; my body immediately reacted.

I wanted to kick the door open and take her right there.

My aunt finally stood up while washing herself, but she was standing to the side, which was a bit of a shame. She maintained her figure very well, probably because she hadn't had children. She had a slim waist, a round bottom, and a lot of pubic hair.

Because it was winter, the bathroom was filled with smoke, so I couldn't see very clearly. My aunt was washing herself with her hands, and seeing her scrubbing her breasts and genitals, my penis immediately stood at attention. She

finally finished washing, but because of the angle, I couldn't see her genitals at all. After peeping at my aunt showering, I became very interested in her.

I didn't dare look for too long… I quickly and gently opened the door to enter the room, still very nervous, and my penis was still hard.

Unexpectedly, my aunt stayed in the bathroom for 15 minutes before going into the room. I took a deep breath and prepared to shower myself. After showering, I knocked on the door and went to my aunt's room to watch TV.

Because it was a wooden board and the height reached my thighs, I had to straddle it. Usually, when I went in, I leaned against the wall and half-reclined to watch TV because I had just seen my aunt naked.

I couldn't concentrate on TV, constantly glancing sideways at my aunt. She's usually a very talkative person, and I usually find her noisy when watching TV.

But today was different. Seeing her mouth open and close as she spoke, I felt like giving her a sharp slap.

My aunt said, "I'm cooking today, don't go out to eat, okay?" I replied, "Okay." She moved a little further forward than me, not even turning around to talk.

Looking at her back, I secretly moved forward a little, my hand secretly touching her still slightly damp hair. My hand slowly moved down to the floor, less than 5 centimeters from her buttocks. My

palm spread open, slowly touching the area around her buttocks under her skirt. When I touched the skirt, I didn't dare move, but the feeling was very stimulating. I didn't dare go any further… Ever since watching my aunt shower, I've been coming home at 7 pm every day to peek at her showering, but I don't dare to do anything further. I secretly think that since my uncle can't have children, it must be because my aunt hasn't experienced sex in a long time. I'm

getting bolder and bolder peeping at her showering, watching from beginning to end every day. It turns out my aunt has a habit of taking baths; no wonder she didn't come out for 15 minutes after the first time I peeked at her.

At first, I thought my aunt was doing something DIY, but it turned out she was really just taking a bath. If she were doing it herself in the bathroom, I, her nephew, could help out. My

aunt is a somewhat traditional housewife, so her clothes are quite simple, but wearing a skirt and squatting down has its advantages.

When she mops the floor, she doesn't use a mop handle; she wipes the floor entirely with a cloth. While she's wiping, I'll pretend to stand up so she can wipe, because wiping the floor requires squatting down quite a bit.

I secretly peek at her exposed breasts; they look very round under her bra.

It must feel really good to pinch them. When my aunt is wiping behind me, I'll immediately squat down to see if I'm lucky enough to see her underwear. Most of the time, you can't see it because the floor is moving around and it's hard to control.

Once, I really couldn't stand it anymore. When she was wiping the latter half, there was a child's desk, and she was wiping the area more carefully. She moved the chair away to wipe the floor inside, and her whole buttocks stick out.

I walked over, my legs slightly bent, and stood behind him. I gently pinched the hem of his skirt and slowly pulled it up. Because I was half-squatting while wiping, I couldn't pull it up more than a few centimeters. When I bent down, I saw his snow-white underwear and his round, fleshy buttocks... Because he was wiping the floor, his buttocks swayed, and they were so perky! I almost couldn't resist pulling his skirt up as high as possible, taking off his underwear, and forcing myself on him. I looked for about 10 seconds, then immediately put it down and went back to my seat to watch TV.

My aunt didn't know how bold I was to lift his skirt. My little cousin, on the other hand, just put on cartoons for him, not caring what his mother was doing.

Usually, my cousin would start studying after dinner, which was the time I wanted most. My aunt was very serious when teaching my cousin, and she wasn't easily distracted. My cousin sat at his desk, and my aunt sat beside him, supervising and teaching.

I would usually intentionally or unintentionally stand between my aunt and my cousin, watching him do his homework. My aunt's chatting skills were just like when she was teaching a child, constantly nagging.

When he got into the flow of teaching, I'd quickly chime in with a couple of sentences. Actually, my hand was already on the edge of my aunt's chair, pretending to lean against it and watch the child do his homework.

Today, my aunt was wearing a slightly loose, knee-length skirt, and my palm was resting on the side of her buttocks. As my hand rested there, I'd occasionally move my hand slightly, and she didn't seem to notice.

I boldly and slowly spread my hand, bringing my palm closer to her buttocks, and my fingers gently wandered around her hips. Perhaps my aunt was too focused on teaching to notice that my nephew's fingers were lightly stroking her buttocks.

Usually, I'd only stroke her gently for about five minutes before stopping, as my hand was bent over and quite sore.

The more familiar I became with my aunt's routine and habits, the bolder I became. Once, when my aunt was also handing in my cousin's homework, she wasn't sitting properly, and her skirt was outside, not tucked in.

As usual, when he was completely absorbed in his lessons, I boldly pulled up my skirt, squeezing my buttocks onto the chair. They looked a bit large and oval. I was wearing white underwear, but smaller, with half of my buttocks sticking out. I was very nervous, afraid of being caught. I waited about 10 seconds after pulling up my skirt.

Seeing that my aunt didn't react, I stood behind her, usually in the middle or behind. I pulled up my skirt with my left hand and slowly moved my right fingers closer to my aunt's buttocks. I first gently touched them, then slowly, one, two, three, four, five fingers, placing them on her buttocks and underwear, slowly moving my fingers up and down, feeling the texture of her buttocks. I don't know if it was because I was too nervous or too stimulating, but my penis didn't get hard. After touching for two or three minutes, my hand left.

The touch was really unforgettable. I really wanted to touch it a few more times, but I was afraid of being discovered. My legs had to be half-squatting and my hand was sore.

It seemed that the lessons wouldn't be finished for another 10 minutes or so. My aunt's right hand was resting on the backrest, so her right breast area was quite open. I slowly put my right hand inside, touching her armpit, and when my palm slowly moved down.

I touched the edge of her bra, but my aunt didn't react. She gently placed her hand on the edge of her breast, as if hugging her, her palm slightly cupped and released. When I was almost finished, I reluctantly withdrew my hand

and went to watch TV. When my aunt came over to watch TV, her face was slightly red. My heart skipped a beat; I didn't know if she noticed or if I was just being childish. My aunt squatted in front of me watching TV, and I didn't think much of it.

One

night, around 2 a.m., I woke up to use the bathroom. When I opened the door, the phone rang a few times. I thought it was strange that no one was home.

I got up to answer the phone. Maybe I was sleeping too soundly, and the child was crying. The phone didn't answer; it rang a few more times and then hung up.

Thinking, "She's sleeping so soundly," a wicked thought popped into my head. I leaned close to my aunt's door and gently touched the doorknob, but it was locked… I should just go back to sleep…

This afternoon, when my aunt went out to buy groceries, I rushed into her room and unlocked the doors and windows. There was a small door at the back of the two rooms where you could go out to hang clothes to dry. The small, shared door was locked from the inside, so opening it would be too obvious. It was 2 AM, and I was still setting my alarm. I opened my bedroom door, grabbed the phone, and dialed my aunt's. It rang for almost a minute, but no one answered.

I went back to my room and headed towards the small door. I gently opened the wooden window of my aunt's room.

The door was wide enough for one person to enter, but I quickly closed it again, as it was very cold in winter. It was

pitch black inside; the moonlight only made a faint glimpse of my aunt covered by a thick quilt, and my nephew was sleeping inside. My aunt was completely wrapped in the quilt, her head mostly covered. I was torn between wanting to be caught—the consequences would be dire! I ignored the phone ringing for so long and no one answering; I just needed to be careful.

I half-lay down next to my aunt, about 10 centimeters away from the quilt. I didn't dare lift it; the quilt was heavy in winter, and I was afraid of disturbing her. I didn't know my aunt's sleeping habits. I slipped my right hand under the quilt, slowly touching her clothes and then her skin. I slowly lowered my fingers, feeling a slight sinking into the skin. Using three fingers, I gently slid them down, feeling what I thought was my aunt's arm .

My palm rose about 5 centimeters forward, then touched her clothes again. My fingers slowly curved forward, sinking into the skin through the fabric. The texture was very soft and

elastic. I figured this was her breast. I raised my palm again and placed it on a full mound of breast tissue. It felt quite large, not a C cup, probably around a D cup. I wasn't wearing a bra; the feel was wonderful. I left it there for about a minute, not noticing my aunt didn't move.

I gently pinched and released her breast tissue with my fingers. It was easy to find; I immediately located the nipple. It was very firm, and I didn't dare touch it too hard. I simply placed my index finger on the nipple and gently stroked it up and down for about 20 seconds. After that, I noticed the nipple hardened and grew larger, even through the clothes. The nipple was quite sensitive.

My aunt still didn't react. Because it was dark and I couldn't see her facial expression, I pulled my hand back. After thinking about it for a while, I went back to my room.

Once there, I reminisced for a bit and then fell asleep. These past few days, I've been taking advantage of my aunt, sneaking peeks at her while she showers. I didn't sneak into her room at night, but

I called her around 11 AM and no one answered, making me even more certain she was sleeping soundly. She was really sound asleep. Today I went to bed around 8 or 9 PM, and my aunt even came over to ask why I hadn't come over to watch TV. I thought to myself, "If she sleeps now, she'll have the energy to sneak around at night..." Today I prepared something very important: a flashlight. The room is too dark; a flashlight is essential for safety, otherwise she might kick something. Even though my aunt is a deep sleeper, I still need to be careful. Of course, light is also important to see her beautiful body.

I lay down next to my aunt, on my side, and gently pulled the blanket up to cover half of my body. My aunt had her own blanket, so pulling it up wouldn't pull on her body. When I turned on the flashlight, I was stunned for a moment. My aunt wasn't wearing pajamas, but rather her clothes after showering, and she was lying on her side, half-prone, with her head facing away from me. I shone the flashlight down on my penis, and suddenly I felt a hardness in it. Because she was lying on her side, her buttocks were very perky. My penis was less than 5 centimeters away from her buttocks, very close. I slowly moved my hand closer to my aunt's back, touched her skin, and then slowly moved down to her waist, and from her waist to her buttocks. Her buttocks were so perky, I couldn't resist. I placed my palm and fingers directly on her buttocks, gently lowered them, and then pressed them against her. I didn't move, and I checked my aunt's reaction. She didn't seem to have any problems. I slowly increased the pressure with my palm, and my fingers felt like they were sinking into the flesh of my aunt's buttocks. It felt so good to touch, and my penis was so hard it felt like it was going to burst.

After touching her for about 2 minutes, I removed my hand and shone the flashlight directly on her lower body. My aunt was still wearing a long skirt, but it had been pulled up above her knees.

At this point, I immediately changed my position so that my head was near my aunt's feet, with her feet above me. Looking up, I saw a very alluring full bottom and fair thighs. I slowly pulled up her skirt; it was long enough, so it was easy to pull up until it reached her waist. The sight before me was quite enticing. My aunt's underwear was white and quite ordinary. Because she was lying on her side, I could see her buttocks from below, which were very attractive. I could vaguely see the shape of her vulva between her thighs. My little brother couldn't take it anymore, so I unzipped my pants and let my little brother get close to my aunt's back. I didn't dare to move her clothes too much, just gently bumping against her. My hand slowly moved towards her thighs, my head close to my aunt's calves, gently smelling them. I gently stroked her thighs, slowly moving up to her crotch, my middle finger directly touching her vulva. I gently stroked her up, down, left, and right. Maybe I was stroking too hard, because I was stroking too closely. At this moment, my aunt moved slightly, and I immediately removed my fingers from her crotch. I waited for about 5 minutes, but my aunt didn't react. So I gently placed my palm on my aunt's buttocks, placing my entire palm on her buttocks and carefully rubbing and massaging for about 2-3 minutes. My aunt moved again, and I stopped again, very nervous. Could she be waking up? My aunt stirred slightly and then froze. I boldly used my fingers to pull up the edge of her panties, turning them into thongs, making her buttocks look bigger and rounder. I really wanted to suck on them. Seeing that she didn't react, I used my index and middle fingers to touch her anus. At first, I felt it go in, then I touched her vulva. I didn't dare use too much force, gently inserting my middle finger, the entire tip of which went in. I saw that the panties went in with my finger. I moved my index finger up and down inside her vulva a few times, and then stroked the opening of her vulva with my index finger. Her vulva was very hot; even through the panties, it felt hot to the touch. My aunt then stirred slightly, so I left my middle finger there. After a few minutes, I pulled my hand out, but the panties were still inside her vulva. Suddenly, my aunt turned over. I was startled and immediately moved away from the blankets.

After she turned over, she didn't move again. Not daring to move further, I secretly went back to my room.

Tomorrow, I wonder what my aunt will think when she wakes up and sees her underwear transformed into a thong, and the underwear tucked inside her genitals… After dinner on

the third

night, I quietly went to my aunt's room to watch TV. My aunt finished washing the dishes and returned to her room. She stepped onto the wooden board, her skirt fluttering, revealing a large expanse of her thighs. I stole a glance at her; she didn't seem to care much about last night. She sat in front of me, watching the news.

I moved slightly closer to my aunt's body and chatted with her about this and that, though I mostly just talked nonsense, my eyes fixed on her body. After watching TV for about 20 minutes, my aunt got up to take a shower.

Once inside the bathroom, she immediately switched to a cartoon channel for my cousin… I casually closed the door and peeked at my aunt showering.

I gradually widened the crack in the door to about the size of my thumb.

I saw that my aunt was taking off her underwear. After she finished, she was washing her face with face wash. My aunt was bending over a bit while washing her face. Her chest looked very large from the side, and her nipples were very obvious. Her buttocks looked even more shapely. Her pubic hair was a dark, sparse clump, and my little brother quietly got up again... I love watching my aunt wash her chest. Because her nipples are very large, they bounce up and down every time she washes them. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always feel that her nipples get bigger after my aunt washes them with her hands... When I saw my aunt drying her hair, I quietly went back to her room to watch TV. Of course, cartoons became my favorite program again. I

went to bed especially early today, of course, so that I would be more energetic at night. Now I sneak in once every 3-4 days, 4-5 times in total, each time touching for about 30 minutes.

The boldest I've done is touch the edge of her underwear, but I haven't actually touched her labia.

I also prepared toilet paper today, just in case. Around 2 AM, I skillfully flipped open my aunt's blanket, turned on the flashlight, and my aunt's body was as alluring as ever. Today, she was lying face up, and I leaned in to look at her face. Her lips were so captivating. I quietly kissed her, a few more kisses around her lips, then gently parted her lips with my own and sucked on them. I licked around a little with my tongue, but she didn't react, not even moving. I placed my right palm lightly on her chest, my fingers digging in slightly, and rotated my palm in a circular motion. Her nipples perked up a little. Today, she was wearing a button-down top, so I unbuttoned four buttons and pulled the top open to the sides, revealing two breasts. So pleasing to the eye, so stimulating! It was the first time I'd seen her nipples up close; they were really quite large, about the size of my little finger. I placed my middle finger directly on her nipple, gently turning it left and right, then pinching it with my index and middle fingers, pulling it upwards and then left and right. The nipple didn't get bigger, but it became very hard.

I looked at my aunt's face. My aunt's face seemed slightly flushed, but she didn't move. Just as I continued to grope her, I noticed her hands were clenched tightly. Strange, isn't sleeping about relaxing the whole body? Never mind, I kept touching her flesh… Now I touched one side with each hand, because I didn't need to put my hands inside; the clothes were open, so there was more space. Maybe it was a little too big, or maybe it was too stimulating for my aunt's nipples. She moved slightly, then her left leg lifted. My two hands remained still, but still on her breasts. After a few minutes, perhaps because I was too focused on watching my aunt's every move, I could feel her heartbeat getting faster in my left hand. Seeing that my aunt wasn't moving, I started gently poking and kneading her. Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and her hands seemed to be clenching tighter and tighter. I didn't care anymore; lust took over, and morality and ethics were thrown to the back of my mind. One hand touched my aunt's breasts, and the other hand slowly touched her navel, crotch, thighs, and calves.

Then I flipped her skirt up to her waist. During this time, my movements were very light and slow. When I lifted my aunt's skirt to her waist, she suddenly moved and turned to sleep on her side. My hand, which had been touching her breast, followed and remained on her breast. To maintain this position, I lay on my side, placing my left hand down her neck to her chest and my right hand on her waist. She rolled over, her entire buttocks pressed against me again. I thought that rolling over was a silent protest, saying I was awake and should go back to my room… or was it just a natural reaction? Usually, I would obediently go back to my room to sleep when my aunt does this. But today was different. My heart was pounding, my palms were red, and my face was flushed. Whether my aunt was tacitly enduring it, was awake, truly asleep, or pretending, I wanted to test her limits. My aunt loves to chat, but her facial expression was indifferent, as if I, her nephew, always had the privilege of talking to her. I don't know how bold this nephew was; even after being startled awake, he still dared to continue touching her.

This time, she stopped for a long time—five minutes—without moving again. My right hand, which had been on her waist, slowly moved towards her buttocks, gently stroking the entire area. It felt very satisfying.

After stroking her, I used five fingers to squeeze her a little harder, but my aunt still didn't move. Whether she was tacitly agreeing or asleep, since she didn't react, I went further and pulled the edges of her panties towards the center. It was too tempting. My right hand continued to touch her breasts, becoming bolder with each touch. Her breasts were so full that my palms were deformed, and her nipples were perky. I would flick her nipples a few times with my fingers.

I noticed that my aunt's eyes were tightly closed, and her face was getting redder and redder. I moved my left hand away from her buttocks and slowly moved it towards her crotch. When I touched her vulva, my aunt visibly trembled, but I pretended not to notice and continued to touch her vulva. My index and middle fingers touched the vulva covered by her panties, and my thumb was placed on her anus. Sometimes I even went in a little deeper. The more I touched with my middle and index fingers, the deeper they went. The first joint of my fingers went in, and I slowly dug and touched left and right, up and down. When I pulled my fingers out, they were a little wet.

I pulled down my pants and took out my penis from my underwear. It was very hard, probably because it was too stimulating, and some semen had leaked out. When I pulled it out, it still had a slight smell. I pulled my left hand out from my chest and started stroking my penis. My right hand quickly and gently moved to my aunt's crotch, flipping open her underwear and revealing her labia. My palm supported the underwear, and when my fingers touched the labia, my aunt's body bent over slightly. I paused for two or three minutes. Seeing that my aunt didn't move, I moved my hand inside her vagina, my index finger moving upwards to touch her clitoris.

My aunt then turned over, but I didn't remove my palm. I just kept pressing down on her, watching how much she could endure. I saw her usually indifferent face. I slowly inserted my middle finger and started moving it around. I poked her clitoris with my index finger, and my middle finger gently went in and out, making a soft, squelching sound. After a few minutes, my aunt's body stiffened, and she rolled over to her side. My finger still didn't leave her vagina, and the speed increased a bit. My aunt's legs were stretched straight, and her breathing became very loud. My aunt's vaginal fluid became increasingly wet, and I saw her buttocks trembling up and down. I stroked my penis faster and faster, and my middle finger became faster and stronger in her wet and hot vagina. After a few minutes, my aunt's body trembled several times, and I felt her vagina contracting. I also ejaculated most of it, which landed on the toilet paper, and some sprayed onto her buttocks. There was a lewd smell in the quilt. After everything was tidied up, my aunt's body was still hot, and her buttocks and breasts were still very attractive. I really wanted to take off my aunt's panties and have sex with her, but I was afraid that I would lose control. I always felt that my aunt kept telling me not to put my penis inside her vagina, and that she would let me do whatever I wanted that night. Was it because we were elders and she cared about her reputation? She didn't resist on the first day, but I thought that after a few times, my aunt would be in a difficult position. Before leaving, she rubbed her buttocks and nipples and went back to her room to sleep. Today, I watched TV in my aunt's room. Because of last night, I didn't dare to look my aunt in the eye. Last night was the first time I put my penis inside my aunt's vagina. My aunt still looked indifferent, as if she was not very natural. I started a conversation with her.

Later, I boldly said directly, "Aunt, you sleep very soundly at night." My aunt was stunned for several seconds, her face a little bewildered, before she answered, "Yes." My aunt asked me, "How would I know?" I said that when I got up to pee at night, I saw the power cord in your room ring a few times and no one answered. I wondered if she really slept very soundly or if she was just asking a question she already knew the answer to.

I asked again, "Will you wake up if I shake you?" My aunt didn't answer and instead asked indifferently, "Why are you asking this?" I said, "Otherwise, if there's a fire, an earthquake, or I can't get up in the morning to take the kids to school, it'll be a real hassle." My aunt said, "He'll wake up when the time comes. If there's an earthquake or a strong shaking, of course he'll wake up." This ambiguous statement is hard to guess. Tonight, I went to sneak into my aunt's room again, but I was turned away. The windows were locked, the hallway door was locked, and the room door was locked too. So I obediently went back to sleep. For several days in a row, I unlocked the windows and went to check at night, but they were still locked. Frustrated, after a few days, I couldn't resist secretly taking my aunt's room key and had a locksmith make one. I thought, "If you don't do this, I won't be able to sneak in and steal a kiss."

The first time I didn't object, I couldn't object again. That night, I secretly took the key and opened my aunt's door. For the first time, I felt it took a lot of strength to open the door because I had to be gentle and turn it slowly. It made a loud thud. I tiptoed to my aunt's side, but this time she had the blanket completely tucked under her body, making it difficult to get in. Actually, seeing my aunt like this, I should have gone back to my room, but lust overcame everything

. I thought, "They knew I was coming in and didn't stop me!" I reached in with both hands and slowly pulled the blanket open from the middle, then from the top, then the bottom, until the whole blanket was open. It wasn't difficult for me. Aunt, my flesh, I won't give up! After getting under the blanket, my aunt was still sleeping on her side. I didn't hold back and pressed my penis directly against her buttocks. Of course, I pressed gently. With my right hand, I pulled my aunt's clothes up to her neck and rubbed her breasts. Her irregularly shaped nipples slowly hardened.

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