The little brat's comeback in my aunt's eyes

Everyone has their youthful recklessness, and even if you haven't, those absurd moments might unexpectedly appear in your dreams.

More than ten years ago, as a member of the early 80s generation, I was in the prime of my youth, brimming with hormones, but my family still treated me like a child. The advantage of this was that I could freely take advantage of all sorts of relatives; the disadvantage was that even when I cautiously did so, it only fueled my even greater lust, which I had nowhere to vent. Thinking back to that time, I even felt that even those vulgar elderly women, if they did something irresponsible, I would have unleashed my animalistic instincts and taken them by my virginity.

In my grandparents' new house in a suburban county, I had my own room and a TV. I don't know if the old folks' memories are still good, but I'm sure that every morning when they opened my door, they were greeted by a strong smell of semen. Fortunately, they were educated and wouldn't just criticize me. Because every night, the breast enhancement commercials, fashion shows, and even the early morning aerobics on TV became the objects of my masturbation.

Until my cousin appeared.

That summer was almost over. My cousin, my grandmother's niece, was staying with us because she was taking her driving test at a driving school in the county town. The first thing she did when she saw me was pat my head. I knew this woman, more than ten years older than me, still saw me as her underdeveloped nephew, and this seemed like a good start. My parents had installed air conditioning in my grandparents' house, but the elderly couple were reluctant to leave it on all day, especially at night. They still preferred to open the windows for ventilation, making the house very hot and dry. I didn't have a desk in my own room, so I had to share my cousin's small room with her.

That night was very hot. When I opened the door, my cousin had just finished her homework and was getting up to take a shower. I sat down at the desk and watched this slightly dark-skinned, mature woman brazenly take off her coat and shorts in front of me. I could only lower my head and pretend to be indifferent, but my eyes were fixed intently on every inch of her exposed skin. She wasn't tall, so her figure wasn't particularly good. This woman clearly exercised regularly; her arms were toned, her armpits were thick with hair, and her collarbones were straight. When she took off her coat, her breasts appeared round and full. A few beads of sweat glistened on her flat stomach, and I could almost smell the scent of a mature woman I'd never experienced before—a scent that was like an aphrodisiac to me. Her panties were bulging at the vulva; perhaps because of her hip bones, the panties seemed a little ill-fitting, making the cleft of her vulva clearly visible. I deliberately knocked over a pen on the table, lowered my head, and carefully sniffed her legs. The scent was sweet and slightly cloying—I can't forget it to this day. While I was lost in thought, she turned and went into the bathroom to shower.

I picked up her shorts and t-shirt and inhaled them passionately, even picking up her socks, without feeling disgusted, only a sense of pleasure.

Half an hour later, I heard the bathroom door open. Startled, like a thief, I quickly sat up and continued doing my homework. Following her footsteps, I smelled a woman's scent mixed with the scent of shower gel. It wasn't as alluring, but it smelled better nonetheless. She said she was going to sleep for a while and asked me to turn off the room light, so she turned on the bedside lamp. I did as she said, and she lay down on the bed behind me. It's worth mentioning that there was no chair behind the table; we were both sitting on the bed. She wasn't covered with a blanket, perhaps still feeling the difference between men and women. She took a pillowcase and placed it on her lower abdomen to cover her underwear.

Half an hour, or maybe twenty minutes—I don't remember—because that time was unbearable. I guessed she was asleep, or perhaps my lust had been completely overwhelmed. I slowly turned my head and saw that she seemed to be really asleep. So I stood up from the bedside, turned around, knelt on the edge of the bed, and then leaned my head against this woman's body.

I wasn't thinking about anything else; I just wanted to smell that scent again. I knew where that scent was strongest. My nose was almost touching the pillowcase as I gently inhaled, while my other hand was already unbuttoning my shorts and masturbating. Perhaps it was instinct, there's no other explanation, but unconsciously I moved my nose upwards, stopping at her tank top.

Looking back now, I was completely dumbfounded; otherwise, how could I not have noticed how obvious my breath was? I was horrified to see her chest tremble; I almost cried out, but glancing at her, I saw her eyes didn't open. I dared not get too close to her face, so I squatted down and continued to smell her genitals. A moment later, she gently turned over, seemingly murmuring something in her sleep, then turned back—the pillowcase was lying to the side, her underwear—right in front of me. I moved even closer, my heart pounding, my breathing becoming heavier.

As a virgin, it was the first time I'd ever been so close to a woman's genitals. That mysterious curve, the deepening color between her legs, the inexplicably intensifying scent—all made me forget everything else.

When I came to my senses, my mouth was already rubbing against her underwear. She was still asleep, that was my conclusion at the time. Then, just as I was kissing her underwear, one of her legs bent, and she mumbled something like, "Big sister, open the window, it's too hot," and hastily pulled down her underwear. She probably thought she was still sleeping in the same room as my aunt and the others at home. I felt something was off, but I didn't have time to think about it further. Because the secret I most wanted to explore was right before my eyes. The folds were so delicate, the edges of her labia majora were dark, becoming pinker towards the inside, and I even saw glistening beads seeping out. What did it taste like? I really wanted to know. The instant my tongue touched hers, I heard her groan. At that moment, I knew she wasn't asleep, but since she didn't do anything else, I pretended not to notice.

I just kept licking—salty, a little astringent, but to me at that time, it was nectar. That delicate sensation glided across my tongue. I felt the liquid increasing. At first, I thought it was saliva, but then I realized it wasn't, because it was very viscous and slippery. I did something that still surprises me to this day: I took off my pants, knelt on the bed, and rubbed my penis against her opening. It was a pleasure, two objects that were already slippery as could be rubbing together. I only felt a sense of relief from the itch, but I accidentally brushed against her clitoris.

Perhaps she was too sensitive, because she grabbed my hand, and then, with her eyes closed, she arched her back. For a moment, I felt like I was on cloud nine; the hot temperature, the tight embrace, and even the feeling of being fully lubricated made my mind go blank. I started thrusting in and out in a daze, and with each thrust, she pinched my wrist, harder and harder. I didn't care about anything else, I just thrust desperately, about a hundred times, when suddenly she wrapped her thighs around my waist, and her body began to convulse. I also felt a liquid hit my penis. She pinched my wrist desperately, biting her lower lip, but without making a sound. I thrust frantically for another ten or so times. A strange feeling in my lower abdomen told me I was about to ejaculate, but her legs were still wrapped around me. I whispered, "Second Aunt, I'm going to cum!" She suddenly seemed to wake up and released her thighs. I pulled out my penis and skillfully masturbated. The feeling of it being covered in fluid was a pleasure I had never experienced before. One, two, three… after seven or eight thrusts—something I'd never done before—I stopped. My whole body felt like it was being paralyzed; I could barely stand.

In her dazed gaze, I leaned down and kissed her deeply. From the moment she responded until I stupidly pulled up my pants and left, I don't know how much time passed—it seemed like an eternity. When the next day's sunlight woke me, I seemed to have forgotten everything. I was in an exceptionally good mood, enjoying a sumptuous lunch. Until she opened the door, and her gaze held something else. I realized then that last night wasn't a dream.

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