My aunt who is sick

I was cornered at the door by my mom as soon as I got off work. Before I could even figure out what was going on, she launched into a tirade that left me dizzy. I loosened my tie, trying to catch my breath, and took the heavy plastic bag she handed me. I opened it, looked inside, and asked, "What's this?"

"I made ginger and crucian carp soup, vegetable porridge, and steamed egg custard, all in a thermos. There are also some oranges, all your aunt's favorites..."

"Wait, wait, Mom, what's this for?"

"Your aunt has a cold and seems to have a fever. She's all alone at home with no one to take care of her, and she even called me. She's thirty-two and still hasn't remarried. I've been worried sick all these years, and now she's sick and doesn't even have anyone to rely on. Serves her right! ...Oh, and there's also milk powder, ginger, and brown sugar in the bag. Go see what she wants to drink. If she wants milk, make her some; if she wants ginger and brown sugar water, make her some..."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away after I finish eating."

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up, the patient is waiting. Or... wait a minute... here, pork, eggs, noodles, you can go and cook the noodles yourself, she doesn't have an induction cooker."

I stared blankly as my mother stuffed the pork, which was frozen solid like a rock, into a plastic bag, muttering under my breath, "You really are my mother. Why don't you just take these things over yourself?" "I can't be bothered

with her, I get annoyed just looking at her, and I have to go play mahjong tonight! If she had listened to me earlier, she wouldn't be in this mess now. She's an adult and can't even take care of herself. It's the dead of winter, January and February are the coldest months, she doesn't even know that. The temperature has dropped sharply these past few days and she's already got a fever. You can say she can't take care of herself, but she doesn't even know to find someone who can... Look at her, and then look at yourself, you'd better hurry up and find me a daughter-in-law, or I'm telling you, if you end up like your aunt, I'll..."

"Mom, is there anything else you need? If not, I'm coming right now! Bye!" My mom kept nagging, and seeing that this anger was about to inexplicably spread to me, I quickly grabbed the heavy plastic bag and hurried away.

It was rush hour, and I dawdled along the way. By the time I arrived at my aunt's house, it was completely dark. I used the key my mom gave me to open the door. The house was a mess, and I carefully stepped over all sorts of clutter and trash. I went into the room and found my aunt lying on the bed, curled up under the covers, not even her head showing.

"Auntie, Auntie... are you asleep?" I shook her body, and a disheveled little head poked out from under the covers. It opened its eyes with difficulty, stared at me blankly for a long time before saying, "Oh, it's Aheng! What brings you here?"

I waved the plastic bag in my hand and said, "My mom told me to come. I brought a lot of things. Get up and eat something while it's hot. Goodness, the heating's so hot and there's no ventilation; the room is so dry. Look at you, your lips are cracked. Get up, I'll get you a glass of warm water."

I went back to the living room. Luckily, the water dispenser was on. I filled a cup halfway with hot water, added some cold water, took a sip—the temperature was just right—and went back to the room.

"Here, drink some water first."

I helped my aunt sit up, letting her lean against the bed. She took the cup and said with a wry smile, "Why are you so nagging, just like my older sister?"

"My mom has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Even though she didn't come, she was really worried about you. I just got off work, and she wouldn't even let me into the house, she sent me straight here to take care of you. Here, drink slowly..."

I took the thermos out of the plastic bag, then went to the kitchen to get a bowl and spoon. As I ladled out the porridge and soup, I said, "Do you have a fever? Are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No, I got sick yesterday and stayed home all day. I was sweating a lot, but I feel better now. I just haven't eaten anything all day and I'm weak."

"Are you cold now?"

"No, just a little hot."

"Then I'll turn off the air conditioner. It's too dry in this room."

My aunt's hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and her haggard appearance was heartbreaking. This was the first time I'd seen my aunt so weak. She used to be so carefree and outgoing, a really cool woman, but now she looked so pitiful. I understood why my mom didn't want to come; seeing my aunt like this would break her heart. My mom dotes on this little sister more than her son. My

aunt carefully finished the water in her cup, as if even holding the cup was a struggle. I wanted to hand her the soup I'd served, but for some reason, a feeling of tenderness welled up inside me. I scooped up a spoonful of the rich broth, blew on it to cool it down, and offered it to her, saying, "Here, drink some soup while it's hot, be careful, it's hot, ah—"

My aunt obediently opened her mouth and put the spoon in. I felt a secret, excited joy and said to this aunt who was ten years older than me, "So sweet! Here, have another sip…"

The atmosphere was warm, and I found myself enjoying this moment. My aunt obediently ate a mouthful of porridge, then suddenly remembered something and said to me, "Heng, you said you came right after work, haven't you eaten yet? You should eat too."

"You eat, I'm not hungry, I'll make something for myself later. Here, have another bite."

My aunt stubbornly shut her mouth, dodged, and said, "If you don't eat, I won't eat either."

She seemed to be sulking, yet also a little coquettish, and my heart felt a pang; I even had the illusion that "I'm in love!"

"Okay, okay, I'll eat. You haven't eaten all day, it's not good to eat too much at once. Tell me when you're hungry, and I'll cook something for you." I started nagging a bit like my mom, put the spoon in my mouth, ate the mouthful of porridge, and then scooped another spoonful and handed it to her.

Only then did my aunt obediently eat the porridge. We ate like this, one spoonful at a time, using the same spoon, one spoonful at a time. When the porridge was finished, I was a little annoyed that my mom had only made such a small amount.

"Heng, your girlfriend must be very happy." My aunt hugged her knees, tilted her head, and suddenly said this.

"Huh? I don't have a girlfriend."

"Don't you have a girl you like?"

I looked at her, was silent for a moment, looked into her eyes, and said, "Yes."

"Then why don't you pursue her? I've watched you grow up. You're just too shy. Boys should be more proactive."

I didn't know how to respond, so I lowered my head and remained silent. For many years, a feeling had been slowly fermenting deep in my heart. It wasn't that I wasn't aware of it, but that I had been deliberately avoiding it. The first time I had a wet dream as a teenager, in that enchanting dream, that figure was graceful and beautiful, mature and sexy, gentle and intellectual—all the aspirations and beauty of a boy's dreams. For many years, the same figure appeared in all my erotic dreams. That figure became clearer and clearer over time. I knew who I longed for, but I could only keep this secret to myself. Even after I had a girl I liked and dated, the person in my dreams never changed.

The silence continued. Just as I was about to say something, my aunt yawned and said, "I'm full, a little sleepy. I'm going to take a nap. Turn on the air conditioner for me."

I adjusted the air conditioner to a comfortable temperature, turned on the humidifier, and then took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them. I also cleaned the house for her. By the time I finished, it was already nine o'clock. My mom called during that time, and I told her about my aunt's situation. My mom immediately ordered me not to come home that night, but to stay and take care of my aunt. She told me to drive home and get anything I needed.

After cleaning, I took a shower, habitually washing my underwear and socks while showering. Only after I finished did I realize that I hadn't brought a change of underwear in my haste to leave! I hesitated in the bathroom for a long time, and finally came out wearing only my long underwear. After

showering, I thought my aunt still had a fever, so I filled a basin with cool water and a towel to put on her forehead. But when I walked into her room, my eyes widened in shock.

My aunt threw back the covers, revealing her upper body. Her flannel bathrobe was tossed aside, leaving her in only a white, close-fitting nightgown. The thin fabric was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin, her nipples faintly visible through the fabric.

The room was hot. I glanced at the air conditioner; I'd set it to 28°C, but my aunt had somehow changed it to 32°C. No wonder she was drenched in sweat. I can't describe the allure my aunt's appearance held for me. My mind was almost blank; my gaze couldn't leave her. My soul seemed to have been stolen by the sleeping beauty before me!

Her cheeks and nose were covered in fine beads of sweat, her complexion flushed, much more rosy than before. Large beads of sweat also covered her neck, collarbone, and the large expanse of white skin on her chest. I shook my head vigorously, put the basin down, wrung out a towel, and tried to wipe the sweat from her face.

But I stopped halfway through reaching out, afraid of waking her and losing sight of what was happening before me.

As if possessed, I quietly pulled back the covers, revealing my lower body hidden beneath. Then I saw a pair of shapely, long legs, and a pair of panties that made my blood boil. It was a pure white pair of briefs, but the front, which should have covered her pubic area, was made of a transparent mesh fabric with some printed patterns. Lush pubic hair was clearly visible, and several playful little tufts of hair peeked out from the mesh, spreading out haphazardly.

To see more clearly, I leaned close. I smelled a strong, fishy smell—no, it was more like a fragrance. This scent was like a primal call, a devilish temptation, making my breathing rapid, my heart pounding like a drum in my head.

Why did my aunt wear such sexy panties even at home? When I was dating in college, my senior often wore various silk underwear for me. Later, she said it was very uncomfortable and she even developed a rash on her buttocks, so she switched back to cotton underwear. These kinds of sexy underwear are only meant to be taken off, not worn long-term. I soon realized that I was just too attracted to that sliver of pubic hair. The part of the underwear that covered her private parts was still cotton; it was just that the pubic area had a sexy element.

Underneath the sexy underwear were a pair of fleshy thighs, not thick, but with an alluring sensuality. Fine beads of sweat glistened on the delicate skin, reflecting a translucent sheen. My hand cautiously roamed over those sexy thighs, but I didn't dare to actually touch them. My

penis was already erect and painfully throbbing in my pants. I pulled my penis out of the opening in the crotch of the long underwear, and for the first time in my life, I thought the design of the long underwear was quite reasonable! (I doubt many men would reach through the crotch of their long underwear to urinate, right?)

Sleeping Beauty was still fast asleep, and while my much-anticipated aunt slept, I exposed my most shameful part to her. A deep sense of guilt made me feel disgusted, yet also incredibly aroused.

A devilish voice seemed to tempt me from deep within: she's wearing such sexy pajamas, she must be deliberately seducing me, I should devour her!

Another voice stopped me: she's been wearing this pajamas for a long time, I wasn't even here then, she must wear this all the time, I must be rational!

Should I cover her with the blanket? No, wait, she's so beautiful, so sexy, I'll look a little longer, just a little longer…

her lips are so tempting, is it okay if I sneak a kiss? I shouldn't be discovered, right? I'll just give her a light kiss, just a little…

her clothes are so tight against her skin, it must be uncomfortable, right? Her breasts are spread out when she lies flat, they must be so soft, right? What does it feel like to touch them? Should I touch them? Maybe not… Hmm, her nipples should be brown, and her areolas… Let me see, they should be about 4 centimeters in diameter? Maybe 5? I don't have a ruler, I really want to measure them. These two bumps are so tempting, are they hard? Should I touch them to confirm? A light touch shouldn't be noticed, right? She didn't wake up when I kissed her just now…

My trembling hand hovered over my aunt's breasts for a long time, and finally, as if by accident, it bumped into one of them. I pulled my hand back as if I'd been electrocuted. My aunt didn't wake up. I swallowed a non-existent saliva, reached out again, and gently touched the areola with the tip of my middle finger, gently rotating it around the bump.

Still not awake! I quietly supported her breasts, bringing her breasts back together. Two magnificent peaks appeared before my eyes, so big!

At this point, I was going to take the plunge! I gently kneaded her full breasts with both hands. The semi-transparent chiffon fabric, soaked with sweat, became almost completely transparent, and her two tender nipples became even more erect than before. I teased them with my fingers, and even through the fabric, I could feel that they had hardened.

My aunt groaned, finally waking up. Perhaps she had been awake for a while, but she could no longer pretend. "Ah Heng, what are you doing... um... don't do this... you can't..."

Hearing her voice, I didn't stop. Instead, I kneaded her full, soft breasts even more recklessly, as if I had nothing to lose and would just have it all today. I didn't know how many years I had longed for these breasts, and now I finally got to taste them. Her soft breasts were kneaded into various shapes by my hands. I impulsively took one of the full fruits into my mouth through her chiffon nightgown, sucking passionately. The full nipples were like two ripe grapes, salty from the sweat, incredibly delicious!

"No...don't...Heng...you can't do this..."

"I'll just rub it, Auntie, really, I'll just touch it!"

"Really..."

"Really!"

Really? Really my foot! I didn't even know what I was saying. I saw her sexy collarbone and the wet beads of sweat on her neck. I licked it with my tongue and kissed her passionately.

"Mmm...don't do this...we can't...Heng...wait..."

Auntie struggled, but she was sick and couldn't even get out of bed. She had no strength. I sucked on her nipples a few more times. Sweat mixed with my saliva made the thin chiffon fabric practically useless, even the original hazy feeling was gone. The shape and color of her areolas and nipples were clearly visible.

"So amazing, Auntie, your breasts are so great! I can't take it!"

"No...mmm..."

I took advantage of Auntie's opening of her mouth and suddenly kissed her. Auntie, caught off guard, desperately turned her face away and said, "No...I slept all day and didn't brush my teeth..."

So that's what she was worried about. I didn't care! I forcefully grabbed her chin and kissed her lips, my tongue rudely invading her mouth. She was breathing heavily, and the smell of her illness was indeed unpleasant, but I didn't care at all; instead, I was intoxicated by it. My aunt kept pushing my face away with her weak hands, and I pressed her hands down, but when I was lost in the passion of the kiss, I unconsciously reached out to touch her breasts. After her hands were freed from my grasp, she relentlessly pushed my face away again.

"Hoo... Aunt... I really can't hold back! You're so beautiful!"

"Ah... What are you doing... Don't touch there... No..."

My hand moved between her legs, caressing her private parts through her underwear. Her legs seemed to want to close, but they were completely powerless, unable to form any effective resistance. Finally, I broke through the defense of her underwear and slipped my hand inside, my fingers touching that muddy area.

My fingertips touched the two parted labia minora, the sticky, tender flesh, and found the entrance to the "water curtain cave," along with an incredibly delicate little bud. Instead of venturing inside, I arrogantly used my fingertips to tease that pitiful little bean. My aunt mumbled "No," but I pressed my advantage, attacking her lower body while simultaneously sucking on her nipples and licking her sweaty armpits, harassing her back and forth between these two places.

"Heng...no...not down there...please..."

My aunt twisted her frail body weakly, pleading. "Fine, I'll listen this once. Let's put the bottom aside and start from the top!"

I pulled down her shoulder strap, and her incredibly alluring breasts were finally revealed. The light brown areolas and perfectly rounded, full nipples exuded an irresistible allure. Breathing heavily, I grasped her two soft peaks, sucking the jade-like mounds into my mouth.

"No... Heng... we can't do this..."

"It's all my fault, Auntie! With such a wanton body and such big, wanton breasts, it's such a waste that no man is enjoying them. Let me make you feel good!"

I flicked her tender nipples with my fingers, raising goosebumps on her areolas. I pinched her nipples and pulled upwards, and my aunt gasped, panting heavily.

“Auntie is so lewd, even with her nipples being teased like this, she still feels so good.”

“No… please let me go… ah! What are you doing… no…”

I ripped off her clothes and pulled off her panties, finally exposing my aunt to me completely naked. Then I buried my head between her legs.

“No, it’s dirty there… I haven’t showered for two days… um…”

An unusually strong fishy and pungent smell filled my nostrils, making me dizzy, but strangely, I was strangely addicted to the smell. My tongue covered the bright red, tender flesh, using my taste buds to savor my aunt’s taste. Lush pubic hair sat on her mons pubis, arranged haphazardly, very thick, and the bush exuded a stuffy, pungent smell. I greedily inhaled, and a few crooked hairs even managed to sneak into my nose, almost making me sneeze.

"Heng... let's stop here... we can't go on like this... please..."

My aunt said no, but the sticky, sticky fluid on my face made me absolutely certain of what I was going to do next!

"Auntie, forgive me, I really can't hold back! I'm going to penetrate you! It's all your fault, Auntie, you're too tempting!"

"No! No! We are... oh... God..."

Without any resistance, I entered my aunt's body. My cock, which had been on the verge of exploding, finally got its wish and went where it wanted to go...

At that moment, I felt like I was in another world. The recurring dream over the years overlapped with the reality of this moment. I couldn't believe it was real. I numbly picked up my aunt, who was slumped on the bed, and hugged her tightly, afraid that this moment would shatter like a dream.

"Auntie... I love you..."

I whispered in her ear, saying the words I had kept hidden for who knows how long, words I had never dared to say. I didn't even realize that my voice was trembling with tears. At that moment, I felt like I was back in my childhood, the same child who loved to snuggle into my aunt's arms.

A pair of gentle hands embraced me softly. A soft, infinitely tender voice whispered in my ear, "Silly child..."

A small hand gently patted my back, like a silent comfort. I held her arm tightly, then inexplicably relaxed. She slightly pulled away from my embrace, looking me intently into her eyes. I saw her dreamy, tender eyes, her tired face, though without makeup, was, in my eyes, the most beautiful face in the world...

Her hand gently brushed my cheek, her fingertips tracing away the tears that threatened to spill. Then she closed her eyes and kissed me.

I've had sweet and bittersweet first loves, passionate and unrestrained romances, but never has a kiss made me so intoxicated... How to describe it? It felt like my very soul trembled, a feeling of finally meeting you after traversing mountains and rivers.

I pushed her down onto the bed, my hips began to move, my penis inside her began to thrust, we were about to become one.

"Ah!...So hard...So hot...Mmm..."

Her moist, warm vagina gently enveloped me, just like my aunt's always gentle embrace. I thrust gently, not daring to use too much force; my aunt was still very weak, and I had to be gentle.

I straightened up, grasped my aunt's wrist, and pulled her arm straight, thrusting with small movements. This position brought my aunt's breasts together, proudly erect, swaying wantonly with my thrusts, the two delicate nipples swaying in the air. At that moment, I even thought about how much milk our future children would drink from them!

"Mmm...So good...Heng...Harder..."

Hearing her call, I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and increased the force of my thrusts. I held her full thighs, my lower abdomen slamming against her body, making crisp "slap slap" sounds. My aunt let out weak, soft moans, which were both pitiful and aroused my lust.

"Auntie...so good...so good...ah...roar..."

I roared like a wild beast as I thrust in and out, gripping my aunt's thighs and fucking her hard, but it still wasn't enough. I wanted to go deeper and harder!

I turned her over, my aunt, limp and helpless, at my mercy. I made her lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high, and then took off my clothes (before, I was just wearing long underwear and sticking my penis out from the crotch to fuck her). I thrust my erect penis into her from behind, the hard glans penetrating deep into her vagina.

"Mmm...so embarrassing...Heng...no..."

With each thrust, my lower abdomen slammed hard against my aunt's plump buttocks, creating waves that spread across her fleshy hips. My aunt's buttocks were very full, and fucking them felt amazing. I quickly reached my peak, riding her with abandon, full of vigor and excitement!

"Ahhh...so powerful...I can't take it anymore...uh...my head is so dizzy...no...ahhh..."

I gripped her shoulders with both hands, holding her body steady, and skillfully thrust my hips back and forth, making my aunt's buttocks move in a strange rhythm.

"Auntie, your buttocks are so lewd...ah...it feels so good!"

"Ahhh...don't say that...it's so embarrassing...uh...it feels like I'm raping you..."

"I'm going to rape you! Who told you to be so lewd, tempting people to commit crimes! I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you to death!"

"Ahhh...no...oh my god...I'm going to die..."

My aunt's body went limp, and I lost my grip on her sweaty, smooth shoulders, letting her collapse onto the bed. I paused my thrusting, taking the opportunity to catch my breath, turned her over so she was lying flat, and then hugged her legs and kissed her messy, cunt.

After catching my breath, I said to her, "Auntie, it's not over yet, I'm coming again!"

"No... God, let me rest... Ugh... So hard..."

I re-entered her in the normal position, pressing down on her and beginning my final assault. My aunt's legs weakly wrapped around my waist, letting out a feeble moan, too exhausted to utter those lewd words anymore.

My aunt's cries grew louder and louder, her pelvis contracting repeatedly, her cunt gripping me tighter and tighter, her body growing hotter and hotter, just like our ever-increasing passion.

I'm about to cum! A thought flashed through my mind. She's my aunt, my mother's younger sister, I can't cum inside her!

She's my aunt, my aunt, the aunt I've secretly loved for so many years, the aunt who has left me tormented alone by this twisted love! To hell with it! To hell with blood ties! To hell with seniority! If I can't cum inside the one I love, what's the point of fucking her!

I let out a roar, I went completely mad, desperately fucking, pounding, possessing, tearing apart!

I fell silent, holding my breath, entering a strange state of focus. I saw her furrowed brows, her expression twisted in pain, her eyes looking at me, seemingly quiet, as if the world consisted only of the two of us.

My head buzzed, and I exhaled the breath I'd been holding. Our bodies tensed simultaneously; I ejaculated, and she received it…

I rolled off her, panting heavily. My aunt's eyes were vacant, staring blankly into the distance, her breathing weak and shallow. She was drenched in sweat, and I was worried; she'd barely drunk any water all day, just from sweating. I got out of bed, covered her cup, and went to the kitchen to make her a bowl of ginger soup.

"Here, Auntie, this is ginger soup, drink it slowly."

I let her lean against me and carefully fed her. She stopped after drinking half a bowl. I casually put the bowl aside and felt the sweat constantly dripping from her skin. I said with pity and shame, "Auntie, I'm sorry."

She glanced at me and said shyly, "You were so crazy just now..."

Seeing her like that, I laughed. She wasn't angry with me. I shamelessly said, "Auntie, you're not angry with me? Did you feel pretty good about it?"

"Stop being so cheeky. I haven't thought about this matter with you yet. I'm dizzy and my mind is in turmoil..."

"Oh..." At this moment, I didn't know what to say. I felt that whatever I said would be wrong, so I obediently shut my mouth.

"It's late, aren't you going home?"

"No, I'm staying here tonight!... Uh, I mean, I have to stay and take care of you. It's a task your sister assigned me, and I have to complete it!"

"Did your mom tell you to fuck me?"

"..."

"Fine, then stay. You don't need to take care of me. Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

"Auntie, are you still half asleep? Tomorrow is the weekend."

"Oh..."

"Auntie, why are you pulling off the covers? You're sweating so much, be careful not to catch a cold."

"You ejaculated so much, it's all spilled out, the covers are all dirty."

"So what if they're dirty? I'll wash the sheets for you tomorrow. Lie down."

"No, let me lean against you a little longer, it's more comfortable like this..."

"Oh..."

"Keep your hands in check, don't touch me like that!"

"Just a little touch, just a little... Auntie, your breasts are so soft..."

Later, I cooked two more bowls of noodles, and my aunt's complexion improved a lot. I wonder if it was the effect of exercise. Maybe this is the legendary sex therapy? After serving her noodles, my aunt rested for a while and surprisingly had the energy to get out of bed. We both took showers, and it was getting late. I was thinking of spending the night on the sofa in the living room, and as I was rummaging

through the drawers looking for a blanket, my aunt patted the bed, so I happily squeezed on top. Because I had been wearing thermal underwear during sex earlier, I was sweaty and didn't want to wear it anymore after the shower, so I crawled naked into my aunt's bed.

Late at night, when I was half asleep, I felt someone touching my penis, making it hard. In the darkness, I opened my eyes and mumbled, "Auntie, what are you doing?" "

I was thinking, that little brat with snot running down his face who said he'd marry me when he grew up, he's really grown up now."

She said this while touching my penis, clearly implying something. Seeing that she was praising me, I seized the opportunity to show off: "That's right, my dick is big, your breasts are big, a match made in heaven, let's be together!"

"Too bad, I'm your aunt."

"Who cares! Come on, call me 'husband' first."

After a brief silence, a timid voice rang out: "Husband~."

"Ah! Wife, so good! Rest now, I'm a little sleepy, I still have to get up tomorrow to do your laundry, cook, and clean."

"Then...husband, you go to sleep."

[The End]

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