Aunt's deep affection

That night, it was almost midnight, and my aunt Zipper was giving me a massage. I lay on the bed, and she massaged my neck and shoulders. It was hot, the air conditioning was on, providing coolness, but it was still the height of summer, and as she worked, she inevitably sweated, which released her scent, which I found very pleasant. Perhaps it was the scent of a virgin; at least I believed she was still a virgin, because as far as I knew, although she was 25, she had never had a close boyfriend.

My aunt giving me a massage—what was going on? It was a very special situation. You see, my wife had been in a car accident and was in a coma, lying in the hospital for a year with no hope of waking up. I was essentially widowed, but even more distressed than widowed, because I went to the hospital to visit her almost every day, though I believed she would never know. Fortunately, my aunt Zipper was there to help me; she already worked at my company and was very helpful, and now she also helped me with household chores. Because my wife took up so much of my time and energy, I had to bring company documents home to work on, and she helped me with that too. I finished a huge batch of documents tonight and I'm exhausted. I stretched and said, "I really want to go to a Finnish bathhouse for a bath and get a massage."

She said seriously, "No way! Those places outside are so dirty. You go take a bath, and I'll give you a massage!"

I laughed and said, "Can you?"

She said, "Have you forgotten that I studied physical therapy and am qualified as a massage therapist?"

That was true, so I let her try, and it felt really good. I said, "You're better than the professional masseuses at Finnish bathhouses!"

She said, "So you go there often?"

I said, "No, I only went for the first time last month!"

She slapped my shoulder and scolded, "You're so dirty!"

I said, "What's wrong? What's dirty about a massage?"

She said, "Do you think I don't know? One of my therapy mentors used to be a massage girl at a Finnish bathhouse. She told me!"

My face was burning. Luckily, I was lying face down, so she couldn't see my blushing face, but she probably could see that even my ears were red. I really didn't know what to say.

She continued, "Isn't that where you men go to brothels? 880 yuan a package, first an older woman comes to give you a real massage, then a younger one comes in and takes off all her clothes..."

She was absolutely right, but what could I say? Her tone was very agitated, and perhaps because of that, her virginal scent was even stronger. I finally said, "You're really not giving me any face!"

She said, "I'm just concerned about you!"

I said, "Thank you for your concern, but there are some things you don't understand!"

She said, "I understand, you don't have your sister with you now, you need a woman. She told me your needs are very strong, you need it every three or four days."

My face burned even hotter; given our relationship, we really shouldn't be talking about this, how was I supposed to react?

She lightly tapped my buttocks and said, "Tell me, how many times have you gone since your sister's accident?"

I said, "Just this once, really!"

She said, "You shouldn't have gone even this time!"

I didn't want to go either, but men need to ejaculate, how could I tell her that?

She asked again, "Was that woman pretty?"

I said, "To be honest, she was awful!"

She said, "Hmph!" and suddenly got up and hurried out. I heard the bathroom door slam shut.

I was still lying there, forcing a bitter smile; was she angry on behalf of her sister, or was she just suddenly in a hurry? It was probably the latter, wasn't it? The former was without reason. After a while, I felt something was wrong, because she had been gone for so long. Had she already left? I got up and went out, and saw that the bathroom door was still closed. I knocked lightly, but there was no answer. I called out, "Ziper, are you alright?"

She choked out, "Don't worry about me! You still want someone who's awful? I may not be pretty, but I'm not ugly either!"

I felt as if I had been struck by an invisible fist, and suddenly I understood. I've always thought I understood women's psychology very well, how could I be so stupid? But this time I knew what to do. I said, "Come out, let's talk!" She didn't answer, and I understood. I needed to create a less awkward environment for her. "I'll wait for you in the room. I won't turn on the light. I need to tell you something your sister said!"

I went back into the room, turned off the light, and remained lying on the bed. She finally came in ten minutes later. Without the light, and since I wasn't facing her, she wasn't as embarrassed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and I glanced to the side and saw that her back was to me. She asked in a trembling voice, "What did your sister say?" I gave her this topic, giving her a good reason to come back in.

I also told her the truth: "I know you and your sister have a very good relationship. She told me that you like me a lot, and that you haven't had a boyfriend for years because you compare yourself to me. She seems to have a premonition that if anything happens to her, I'll marry you. But you know, your sister speaks her mind without thinking, so I didn't take it too seriously. You yourself haven't said anything about your feelings for me, so how could I trust her?"

She didn't answer. I turned and gently took her hand. "Now I know, and I'll be honest with you, of all the women, besides your sister, you're the one I love the most. If I were to remarry, it would definitely be you."

She began to sob softly. I continued, "But your sister is still alive, and I can't remarry. How could I tell you that? But now that I've told you, we can talk about anything. What do you want me to do for you?"

I gently stroked her back. She was silent for a while before saying, "My sister also said that if anything happened to her, I would take her place to take care of you, starting with satisfying your physical needs!"

I sighed. "Physical needs aren't that important, are they?"

She said, "If they weren't important, you wouldn't be looking for other women. I don't want to lose you. What if you find someone you like? And what about Carol?"

Carol was my secretary. Ever since my wife's accident, she had been giving me hints. No wonder she and Zipper never got along; a woman's instincts made them know who their romantic rivals were. And Zipper's words made sense; she knew about my past with her sister. When we were dating, I had two girlfriends and couldn't choose. Zipper's sister was very open and slept with me, while the other woman thought sex was a sin, so I naturally married this one.

I said, "I understand Carol's feelings, but the person in my heart is you!"

As I said this, I sat up, embraced her, and kissed her lips. She went limp and lay back down. I held her and kissed her lips for a long time, then gently kissed her forehead. Her feminine fragrance was even stronger, undoubtedly emanating from passion. This wasn't surprising, because I was also aroused; my penis was already as hard as an iron rod, and I believed she had also smelled the scent of several men. My heart felt relieved, because I had communicated with her, and feelings I hadn't known before had been expressed. I wanted a woman but couldn't formally have a girlfriend, but her sister had said before that she was like an embodiment of her sister, so I wouldn't feel guilty. However, another burden immediately arose: what to do with her?

I said, "What should we do? I can't marry you right now, and I don't know when we can."

She said, "Who said marriage? Let's solve the immediate problem first!"

Just as I was wondering what she meant by "immediate problem," she suddenly reached out and grabbed my erect penis through my pajama bottoms. I felt like I'd been electrocuted and almost ejaculated. I took a deep breath and held it in. She suddenly let go and said, "So hard! I knew it, you wanted to ejaculate! Poor thing, I told you you get restless after a few days without it, but you've held back for so long! Let me help you come with my hand!"

I was a little stunned. I said, "Aren't you a virgin?"

She said, "Of course I am, but I've heard so much from you, and I even had a tutor teach me!"

Even if she's not a virgin, it's difficult for a woman to speak so openly to a man she's never had a physical relationship with. But I know my aunt's personality is strange; she's embarrassed to say some very ordinary things, but she can say some very embarrassing things without any restraint. But, really...?

I said, "Why are you using your hand?" As I said this, I hugged her again, kissing her lips. Since she's willing to use her hand, why not make it truly ecstatic? My right hand pressed against her left breast.

She suddenly jerked away violently, falling to the ground and sitting there laughing loudly.

Confused, I grabbed her hand to help her up, asking, "What's wrong?"

She shook off my hand, still laughing, and said, "Don't touch me! It tickles! Don't touch me!"

I said, "But you're not afraid when I kiss you!"

She said, "Other places are fine, but not there! If you want me to ejaculate for you, you have to listen to me!"

What a strange person! She piqued my curiosity: what would please her? I said, "Why don't I just let you do as you please?"

She said, "That's right, you have to listen! Take off your clothes first!"

Saying that, she climbed onto the bed, knelt beside me, and quickly stripped me naked. She gently touched my penis. This made me feel embarrassed, because although the lights were off, light from outside still shone in, and my penis was throbbing hard, while she was still dressed, which was very incongruous.

I said, "You should take off your clothes too!"

She gently stroked my penis and said, "I'm just helping you ejaculate, I don't need to take off my clothes."

I said, "Why use your hand? Let's just make love!"

She said, "We don't have condoms, let's buy some next time!"

I could easily get up and buy some right away, but I felt that having sex with her was definitely possible, so I might as well enjoy her special service first. A virgin who had never been with anyone before masturbating me was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so I continued to let her do as she pleased.

She gently stroked my penis with one hand and lightly touched and rubbed my nipples with the other. Since she had two nipples, she could only use one hand, so she touched and rubbed them alternately. After a while, she asked, "Does it feel good?"

I half-closed my eyes and sighed, "It feels so good!" It really felt good. She had indeed learned how to do it, and her sister had indeed explained it to her in detail. I really enjoy having my nipples touched, and I would ask her to touch them while I was having sex. The lady at the Finnish bath also served me like this, but it felt so different. She was just doing it as a professional obligation, and this kind of thing can't be done well without love.

Zipper and her sister are really different. The first time I had sex with her sister, she was shy and reluctant, doing nothing but opening her legs for me to penetrate her. She initially refused to masturbate me, and I had to beg her for a long time before she agreed. Anyway, I'm really lucky now, so I'll just enjoy it to the fullest.

After a while, I couldn't help but reach for her breasts. She immediately swatted my hand away, laughing, "I told you not to touch me! It tickles!"

I said, "I can't resist! Why don't you take off your clothes too?"

She said, "We're not really doing it, why bother?"

I said, "It's so hard to resist! I'm a human being, you should give me a chance to see your beautiful body!"

She said, "I'm not beautiful!"

I squirmed, pouting, "Help! Don't try to murder me!"

I'm an adult, and pouting seems ridiculous, but it triggers her maternal instincts. She relented, saying, "Okay, but I'll only take off the outside, and you absolutely can't touch me!" As

she spoke, she stood up and took off her clothes. Since it was the height of summer, she only took off her t-shirt and jeans, leaving her in only her bra and panties, both bright yellow. The sisters had very similar figures, but the older sister had darker skin, while she was very fair, almost like a fluorescent tube in the dim light. Her pubic hair was much thicker; I could see it even though she was wearing underwear. It was a low-cut bikini, and curly short hair above the waistband was visible, almost reaching her navel. On the other hand, her sister's pubic hair was sparse. When she raised her arm, I saw that her armpits were bald; she later told me she had shaved them.

She sat down and continued stroking my penis and touching my nipples. After a while, she complained, "Not yet? My hands are so tired!"

I knew her sister had complained before; it was very strenuous at first. This time, I took particularly long, partly because she lacked experience and wasn't stroking as "skinny," and partly because I still had something in mind, so I deliberately tried to hold back. I said, "Help me, I want to touch you, so hurry up and finish!"

She conceded again, saying, "Okay, but only here!" She pulled my hand between her legs and pressed it against her vulva through her underwear. "Only here, no breasts!"

This was another oddity. Most other women, including her sister, were initially only allowed to touch breasts, and only later were they allowed to touch vulvas, but she did the opposite. I accepted, and she changed her approach, kneeling down and sucking on one of my nipples with her mouth, touching my other nipple with one hand, and stroking my penis with the other. I was ecstatic. I wanted her to suckle, but I dared not make a sound. Apparently, her sister had told her that this was my favorite way, and the mentor had also told her that this was the way most men liked. At the same time, she knelt down, making it easy for me to reach between her legs and touch her vulva; I couldn't reach it if she were sitting. I touched her plump vulva, my fingers lightly rubbing the center, feeling the narrow crotch was already soaked, and her clitoris erect and hard.

My touch excited her, and she served me even more passionately, her mouth and one hand alternately handling my nipples, while the other hand incessantly stroked my penis. I enjoyed it, but I wasn't worried about premature ejaculation, because she was inexperienced, her hand's grip wasn't very precise, and after a while, she slowed down her stroking. At the same time, I went a step further, pushing aside her crotch, my middle finger finding her clitoris, gently rubbing flesh against flesh amidst the overflowing vaginal fluid. She didn't say anything about it being inaccurate, and at this point, I believed she couldn't stop. She was also different from her sister in this respect: her sister's clitoris was not obvious, but hers was a delicate little ball, and the vaginal fluid secreted was so much that it flowed down my fingers. Her lips, sucking on my nipple, also emitted a soul-stirring moan, her body trembling slightly.

Then she suddenly sighed, let me go, and lay down beside me in a starfish position, saying as if dying, "First... touch me until... orgasm!"

How could a virgin who had never been intimate with a man know to say such a thing? It was because her sister had told her so much. My sister and I initially only touched each other because we were afraid of getting pregnant. The first few times, I touched her clitoris to bring her to orgasm. Later, I was suffering because I couldn't ejaculate, and I begged her. She then shyly learned to masturbate me. Later, she couldn't hold back anymore and let me penetrate her, but even when she orgasmed, she only sighed softly, not as passionately as Zipper. Now she had this request because she had heard her sister talk about such things.

My excitement was indescribable: a virgin asking me to masturbate her to orgasm, this was truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I said, "You have to take your clothes off!"

She didn't object at all. First, she stretched out her pelvis and took off her bikini bottoms, then stretched out her upper body, unhooked her back button and took off her bra. She threw both of these intimate garments aside and spread her legs wide. I was dazzled, for her breasts and vulva were being revealed for the first time, and I couldn't take it all in. I had to look at her vulva and then her breasts in turn. Her pubic hair was indeed abundant, a thick, dark patch, and in the dim light, the slit in the middle of her vulva was indistinct. Her breasts, like her sister's, were full and spherical, with very light lotus-root-colored nipples that blended into her skin in the dim light, almost colorless, and were concave in the middle, like two small volcanoes. I had heard that inverted nipples meant incomplete development, and that more suckling could make them appear.

While I stood there, she impatiently opened and closed her legs, protesting, "What are you waiting for?"

My strongest desire was to climb on top of her, insert my rock-hard penis into her vagina, and break her hymen. But we had a prior agreement, and I didn't want to break it. Besides, I was experienced enough to control myself, no longer a virile youth. So I lay down on her right side, my left hand under her neck to hold her shoulder, and my right hand to her vulva. My middle finger parted her thick pubic hair, found her clitoris, and gently rubbed it. Her clitoris was still hard and swollen, and the abundant vaginal fluid made it slippery, making the friction very smooth. She immediately trembled with ecstasy, and the moans emanating from her throat were different from her usual tone.

Here I must add that masturbating a woman is not a simple matter; certain conditions are necessary. First, she must be sufficiently wet. If she doesn't produce enough lubricant, you should buy lubricant from a sex shop. If you don't have any, you can use saliva instead. A dry clitoris will hurt when rubbed. Secondly, be gentle. You can try rubbing your palm with your fingertips, a few times with pressure and a few times with light touch. You'll find that the gentler the touch, the more pleasure and sensitivity you'll experience. This is the secret to caressing: the gentler, the more pleasure. Thirdly, your hand should be suspended, not pressing on any part of her body for leverage. Like a crane arm on a construction site, only your fingertips should touch her clitoris. Use your middle finger to rub her clitoris; the remaining fingertips will then gently rub her vulva, increasing pleasure and satisfaction. Fourthly, only use the fleshiest part of the middle knuckle of your middle finger to rub her clitoris. This avoids scratching her with your nails, as this can be painful and cause injury and inflammation. If your nails are long, they must be trimmed to the shortest possible length; people with long nails should not do this. Fifth, the most comfortable spot isn't necessarily the clitoris itself, but rather its area above, below, or to the side. Many women have indistinct clitorises, making them difficult to find, so it's best to try different spots and have the woman describe which one is most comfortable. Sixth, some women dislike clitoral stimulation and prefer penetration; in such cases, don't force it.

Meanwhile, under my skillful manipulation, Zipper was experiencing intense pleasure, her legs opening and closing, sometimes arching her vulva high, sometimes letting out a long "Ah!" One of her hands was caressing and rubbing my shoulder, while the other gripped my very hard penis. Her volcano-like breasts swayed before my eyes, and I couldn't resist any longer. I sucked on one of her nipples, and she let out a high "Ah!" and writhed even more wildly, but without resistance; clearly, it wasn't just "itchy" anymore, but incredibly pleasurable. I suckled, gently rubbing the tip with the tip of my tongue, alternating between left and right. Finally, her whole body convulsed, a gasping sound escaping her throat. Her clitoris swelled considerably, and vaginal fluid gushed out like a fountain. She released my penis, gripped my shoulders tightly with both hands, and then straightened and closed her legs, trapping my hands. I knew she had reached orgasm, so I stopped, only gently pressing her vulva, and placed my mouth on her nipple; at this point, I needed to stop. If I continued, she would become too sensitive to bear it, like a man continuing to stroke his penis after ejaculation.

We both stopped, took deep breaths, and she finally let out a sigh of relief, saying, "So good!"

I couldn't hold back any longer, and in one swift motion, I was on top of her, my knees forcing her legs apart. My extremely eager glans pressed against the center of her vulva, and I thrust forward. Because she had secreted so much vaginal fluid, I slid in easily. There seemed to be some resistance halfway in, but I quickly broke through it, probably because her hymen had broken, allowing me to penetrate fully. For a second or two, she only trembled slightly, but didn't object. I knew from experience that women who have reached orgasm through masturbation desperately want penetration. I began thrusting, and she responded by playing with my nipples with both hands, but pleaded, "Don't ejaculate inside me, it'll be terrible if I get pregnant!"

I said, "Don't worry!"

I understood that I could still get married if she was pregnant, but her sister was still alive, and I couldn't remarry. Asking her to have an abortion wouldn't be right either. I continued thrusting. Although she had the tightness of a virgin, she was incredibly slippery, giving me an almost unbearable pleasure. Her reaction was even stronger; sometimes her hands seemed to want to tear my nipples off, sometimes she screamed loudly. I later learned that she had three orgasms during this penetration. Finally, a wave of excruciating pleasure began at the end of my spine. I immediately withdrew, my penis rubbing against her belly, and my semen gushed out. This was certainly not as pleasurable as ejaculating inside her vagina, but I could make up for it later.

I stopped, and she stopped too. Then I rolled over and lay down beside her. She snuggled closer, resting her head on my shoulder, and said, "It feels so good. The two orgasms are different." She then ran her finger along the semen on her lower abdomen and said, "Wow, what a big puddle! I'll get a birth control injection, and you can ejaculate inside me from now on!"

We didn't sleep together again for a month, because we had to wait for her birth control injection to take effect. She wanted me to masturbate her first before penetrating her; she wanted both types of orgasms. I could ejaculate inside her without any worries; it felt amazing. It was like that from then on.

Carol resigned six months later, saying she had guessed my relationship with Zipper, and I didn't try to keep her. Zipper and I have been together for three years now. Her sister is still in the hospital, and we don't know what the future holds, but who can predict the future? We still have to live.

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