Summer's Heat Can't Stop the Endless Springtime Feelings -- A Few Things About Me and My Aunt

My aunt responded with an "oh," then turned back to continue fiddling with the washing machine. I, like a schoolchild who had made a mistake,...
Summer's heat couldn't extinguish the boundless passion of spring—A Few Things About My Aunt

Author: flashmsn
2011/03/24 First published on: Sex Bar
I am a super-sweet girl, with an older brother and an older sister. My brother is one year older than my sister, while my sister is
twelve years older than me. In other words, I was the result of my parents' carelessness in not using a condom—a real tragedy. I really
can't understand why my mother didn't get an IUD after having my brother and sister, and why she was so passionate. There was no way around it; my father's
voice was casual and low, subtly influencing people. Years later, thinking back on it still feels like a deep, soul-crushing pain.
Although my aunt was incredibly good to me, I still held a certain amount of respect for her.
My mother was a civil servant, and the consequences of having more children than allowed were quite serious. She had to secretly give birth to me and leave me with my uncle, since my aunt had also
just had a baby, only younger than me (goodness, it was like having twins!). Originally, this
arrangement
was fine; my uncle was my second father, and being a second father isn't bad. The key issue was that my aunt wasn't willing.
Later, my uncle went to Shenzhen to do business, and my aunt only wanted to take her own baby and refused to raise me. There
was no other way; my father couldn't take me either. Finally, my aunt said, "I don't want anyone else, so I'll raise you." And that's where the story
begins . My aunt is my dad's older sister .
She was a section chief at the local tax bureau and had one daughter, my cousin, who
was 14 years older than me. From as far back as I can remember, my cousin wasn't around; she was at university. My uncle
passed away from illness just before my cousin graduated. My aunt said it was a chronic illness he developed in his youth, and she held a deep grudge against
her mother-in-law because of it, seemingly believing that her husband's poor health was due to her mother-in-law. My cousin
stayed in Shanghai to work after graduating with his master's degree, leaving just my aunt and me at home. Both my aunts were very close
to me, holding me every night to sleep. Even when I was little... I often pulled my aunt to nibble on her breasts.
Gradually, I entered high school and began to mature psychologically, feeling
embarrassed .
However, my aunt wasn't embarrassed at all; she still didn't arrange a separate room for me and slept
with .
My aunt was a stunningly beautiful woman in her youth, but time waits for no one, and now she's
much fuller-figured. Sleeping against me at night felt like a soft cushion, quite comfortable. And my aunt is the elegant
type; she always wears a light, high-quality perfume, the kind that smells wonderful. At night,
although... As I grew older and gained some understanding of matters between men and women, I felt a little awkward. However, leaning against my aunt,
smelling her faint, elegant scent, I never felt sleepless again, and slept soundly every night.
Seven years have passed since my uncle passed away, and my aunt has remained single. My aunt is generous and beautiful, and is generally
well-liked. Because of her high position, she appears quite authoritative.
My aunt is very strict with me, satisfying all my needs in my studies and life, but she always insists that I strive to be
number one. While I couldn't always be at the top, I consistently hovered around the top three.
This focused and dedicated study life continued until I graduated from high school and was admitted to a prestigious university in Beijing with high scores.
It happened to be during the World Cup, and I was quite interested in the matches. I watched the live broadcast in my bedroom one evening,
and later felt a bit thirsty, so I went to the living room for a drink. As soon as I left my bedroom, I saw a figure... ( The text abruptly shifts to a different topic) ...I was thinking about why my aunt had acted that way. Besides the long period of loneliness, perhaps it was because I had also been admitted to university... (The text abruptly shifts again) ...throwing clothes into the washing machine. This scene was originally... (The text abruptly shifts again) ...
I was thinking about why my aunt had acted that way. Besides the long period of emptiness and ...
It's normal for my aunt to do all the housework
; I always just sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor. The key point is that my aunt was facing away from me, towards the washing machine.
We always slept together, and I'd gotten so used to being close to her and holding her for years that I never felt anything was amiss.
But now, for the first time, I saw my aunt naked, her smooth, white body beneath her nightgown. Suddenly, I felt
a tightness in my chest, my heart raced. This was the first time I'd ever seen a woman naked, so
close woman. My legs felt numb, I couldn't move, and I forgot I was thirsty, even though my throat felt a little hot. My aunt had
probably just finished showering and was throwing her dirty clothes into the washing machine, ready to wash them. Since I was the only family member in the house , she hadn't paid much attention to putting on her clothes. My leg, which had been about to leave the bedroom, finally stiffened and landed. Hearing the noise, my aunt turned around and, surprisingly, smiled without any surprise, asked why I wasn't watching TV and what I was doing out. I moved my tongue , cleared my throat, and replied in a slightly hoarse voice that I was thirsty and had come out to get some water. I quickly walked to the water dispenser, drank the water, and then, like a thief, hurried back to the bedroom , my heart was pounding. My aunt… The image of my aunt 's beautiful body kept flashing before my eyes, refusing I turned off the TV, threw myself onto the bed, and closed my eyes, hoping to smell the fragrance of rice. Yet, I kept tossing and turning, thinking about my aunt's full and clean body. My young and wicked heart drifted in a dark sea, sinful thoughts filling my entire brain. I couldn't help but start to blame myself. What was wrong with me? I slept with my aunt every day, and even though it was the first time I'd seen her naked, I shouldn't be so confused. I continued to berate myself, but the chaotic thoughts remained unresolved. My aunt suddenly called my name in the living room. I was so engrossed in my fantasies that I didn't hear her until she called several times. Unexpectedly, she asked me to get her underwear. Although both my aunt and I had our clothes in the closet, I still felt uneasy ever since I saw her naked. Now , I know exactly where all her clothes are in the closet, but to ask me to get them for her, even something as simple as getting a bra and panties, was a shock. A chill ran down my spine; my heart was pounding like a small weight was on my shoulders. The air conditioning was on in the bedroom, yet my forehead was still covered in sweat . I opened the wardrobe, found my aunt's section, and suddenly noticed that her panties and bras were all made of very pretty lace. I didn't know what they were called at the time, but now that I'm older, I know they were erotic lingerie. My aunt had many panties and bras; I grabbed a set and left the bedroom. Looking at her, not far away, my aunt's dark pubic hair was clearly and directly before me.

My penis started to throb, even though I was a virgin. It seemed like it was just
my nature , an instinctive reaction. My penis hardened, and I started to feel a little scared.
My aunt was usually very strict, so I carefully handed her her underwear and bra,
afraid she would notice my intentions. Actually, the way I walked was obvious to anyone; young people often
like to deceive themselves.
My aunt took the clothes I handed her, and I hurried back to my bedroom without looking at her expression. My mind
was in turmoil. Now that I think about it, my aunt must have been a widow for many years, and she always
appeared very composed and elegant in front of her family and colleagues. She must have been suppressing a lot of desire. I
opened the drawer under my aunt's wardrobe without thinking and found some strange devices. At the time,
I thought were very unique, but later I learned that they were for women to masturbate. My aunt had never remarried or
had a husband. It was difficult for a woman in her prime, forced to put on an act in public and private,
her inner emptiness and loneliness truly overwhelming.
My aunt, having put on her underwear, entered the bedroom and, noticing I wasn't watching TV, casually asked. I
was in no mood for TV, too distracted, so I replied that the World Cup matches were over and there wasn't anything else good
on TV, then turned it off. My aunt softly responded, "Oh, then go to sleep early." Usually, my aunt would put on her nightgown before getting
into bed, and I quickly followed her, lying down beside her. For once, I didn't snuggle up to her like before, and I
even turned my back to her, because I felt a certain indescribable urge...
She was completely naked, her fair and tender body laid bare before me. Although I sleep with my aunt every night
after she turned off the light, her hot body pressed tightly against my back, her full breasts
giving me a strong squeezing sensation. We'd been sleeping side-by-side for over ten years, always in our pajamas,
and it was nothing new. Now that I'm at university in another city, and I'm leaving her, she's starting to feel sad, but she can't express it. It
was a hot summer day, the air conditioning was still on, and neither of us on the dark bed was asleep. I had my back to
my aunt , and she was holding me, her body pressed tightly against mine. We slept like that for about half an hour. Suddenly
, my aunt was all alone. I could hear the sadness in her voice, and my heart gradually calmed down.
I turned around and hugged her, saying, "Aunt, no matter where Junzi goes, she'll remember you. I'll
always come home for holidays, and I'll call you often." My aunt didn't speak, and I could tell she was still quite disappointed.
I held her like that, saying comforting words, and we gradually fell asleep. Perhaps
something should have happened, but nothing did.
The next day, my aunt still got up early to buy me breakfast, and we continued our calm and cozy holiday. Until
I bought my train ticket, the day before I went to school.
That night was gloomy; it seemed like it was going to rain, and the weather was very muggy. My aunt
packed my bags, sweating profusely. I wanted to help her, but she insisted on doing it herself, telling
me to watch TV. While I was watching TV, I heard my aunt calling me. I thought she was calling me to help with the packing, but when I went out of
the bedroom, I found she was calling me from the bathroom. My aunt asked me to rub her back, saying she was too tired that day and her back ached
. I hesitated for a moment, but then I thought about how my aunt had slept with me in a bikini since the last time we slept together.
Although nothing had happened, I knew nothing about her body.
Thinking about how hard my aunt had worked to prepare everything for me today, and then thinking about how she had always
taken care of everything for me, while I had never lifted a finger to help her, I felt a pang of guilt. I pushed open the bathroom door and,
unsurprisingly , saw my aunt naked. Without exception, I began to feel a surge of unease. My aunt handed me a towel, leaning
over the dressing table, her round buttocks facing me. Although the bathroom was steamy, I was still vaguely aware of it
; it was instinct, it was my nature, it truly didn't need to be taught.
Taking the towel, I began to carefully wipe my aunt's back, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly, hoping to do my best
to make her, the aunt who had worried so much about me, feel a little more comfortable. Although I was foolish and unprofessional
, I still tried my best and was very careful. Suddenly, my aunt grabbed my hand and placed it
on her breast—those slightly sagging breasts, the breasts that had nurtured me, the breasts that
had gripped my body so tightly every night. Those familiar yet strange breasts, breasts that had haunted my life since I could remember
. I didn't move my hand, just gently, gently pressed them, and
everything froze, time seemed to stand still in that moment. In that moment, my aunt was a woman, a lonely
woman, a woman I loved and respected dearly, a woman who had given so much to me without complaint, a woman whose
blushing face rippled with a spring-like warmth, a woman whose little penis, which had only a slight psychological resistance, was now fully erect, ready
to care for me for the rest of my life.
She began, "Junzi, you'll be going to university in two months. Time flies so fast. You'll be leaving home soon..."
Time seemed to stand still for about half an hour, neither of us saying a word. The steam in the bathroom gradually
dissipated, and the condensation on the dressing mirror melted away, revealing my aunt's delicate face, her dreamy eyes,
and my childish expression. Suddenly, my aunt spoke, saying, "Junzi, you're leaving tomorrow.
Tonight, take a bath with your aunt, like you did when you were little." What could I say? Looking at this
person closest to me, looking at my aunt who would soon be alone again, I simply murmured an "Mmm." After many years,
I once again exposed my body to my aunt, my slightly frail, bookish frame. My aunt looked at me with pity
, helping me into the bathtub.
The bathtub was full of bubbles, and my aunt and I stood facing each other, only our upper bodies visible. My aunt suddenly...
The next day, my aunt saw me off at the train station, her expression filled with sorrow and reluctance. I gently hugged her,
then grasped my penis. My body trembled. Then my aunt sat in my lap and sighed, "Seventeen years have passed, Junzi
has grown up." My trembling hand slowly moved from my aunt's breasts to her lower body, gently caressing her
secret flower path. My heart was truly uneasy, as if I were dreaming. I had actually done this to my aunt.
My aunt gently stroked my penis with her hand. Her silky smooth jade hands sent a surge of blood rushing to my head.
He couldn't help but tease her private parts. We nestled together, caressing each other, my aunt's beautiful voice...
This was perhaps the longest bath I'd ever taken in my life, and also the most stimulating. As if
accompanied by the gentle patter of water and my aunt's soft moans, I didn't know if I was in heaven or on
earth heaven or earth, earth or heaven, or perhaps it was nothing more than this.
Then, my aunt guided my penis with her hand, rubbing it between her legs. If
I had already been unbearably aroused by my aunt's delicate hands, the feeling now was indescribable. I felt blood
rushing to my head, the explosive and fiery sensation making me groan, and I involuntarily
gushed a thick stream of fluid. My aunt noticed, turned around and smiled at me, that smile full of spring's warmth
sending ripples through my heart. Looking back now, if I were more mature, I might have killed my aunt in the bathtub
. But I was only 17, an inexperienced boy, completely ignorant of many things.
The bath lasted over an hour; my aunt and I were passionately engaged in our lovemaking, oblivious to the cooling water
.
After the bath, my aunt asked me to carry her into the bedroom. I knew that something was likely going to happen tonight, but
after placing my naked aunt on the bed, I was at a loss, unsure of what to do. Seeing this, my aunt understood that I
was inexperienced in matters of love and that she would have to guide me, but she had also been a widow for many years, and the two of us felt like complete strangers. My aunt
wasn't an open or promiscuous person. She wasn't particularly adventurous in bed, unlike
the various positions I see on forums these days. My aunt and I used the most normal and conservative position. She lay on the bed with
her legs , and I knelt on top of her, penetrating her like this. We embraced and made love, our eyes locked. There was no kissing, no
moaning, only soft, shallow sounds. The scene was like two people who had just experienced lovemaking
, enjoying a blissful moment. I held my aunt's soft, beautiful body in my arms, my hands roaming restlessly,
dreaming of the most primal human desires. With the stereo she had turned on, the whole room was filled with an enchanting
, boundless spring-like atmosphere. There wasn't a drop of passion, no excessive sexual activity; it was a beautiful picture,
deeply imprinted in my mind, never fading no matter how time passes.
After making love with my aunt, seeing the beads of sweat on her nose, I bent down and gently licked them.
We smiled at ; perhaps this was our destiny. My aunt again insisted on cleaning up afterward. Seeing
her slightly tired body struggling to get up, I held her shoulders and said, "Let me do it, Aunt." She smiled,
a sweet and beautiful smile. I changed the sheets and threw them in the washing machine, then carried her to the bathroom, carefully wiping her
body after our lovemaking, admiring her beautiful form. That night, we slept in each other's arms, like before, yet strangely
different.
She is shrewd and elegant, and has now been promoted to director of the tax bureau. She was always good at shifting the blame, and seemed
to say, "Auntie, no matter where I go, I only have one home in my heart. I will always only remember home. I remember
being around 30 or almost 40, which is why many people still pursue her, whether they're after money or power, because
of you, my family."
[The End]

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