Before I start my story, I would like to say that I wasn’t the one who wanted to fuck my aunt. But it panned out differently than I expected!
My name is Abhimanyu (staged name). I live in Bangalore and I was 24 when the following series of incidents happened. My 36-year-old aunt whose name is Chaitra (staged name) is a gorgeous woman. She is maybe twice my age but she looks so young for her age. She looks like she’s still in her late twenties or early 30s. Wheaty complexion, dark long hair, voluptuous but not fat. Curvy and plump. In short, she’s a nice handful. She is the cousin of my mom, which basically makes her my aunt, I suppose. She is married and has a daughter.
Everything was fine on her side or at least that was what I thought. Our meeting was a rare occurrence, probably at weddings or some family functions. Me being a sucker for self-improvement, I love working out and keeping myself in shape, dressing well, smelling amazing, and driving a nice car. Basically, I have good taste in life. So every time I met my aunt, I used to take her by surprise.
She used to say, “Abhi, you look so good! You’ve gotten so handsome and successful.”
For a very long time, I thought she was just complimenting me. But later, I understood all that was turning her on. Later that year, I randomly got a call from an unknown number. I didn’t expect a call from her. She somehow managed to get my number from one of my cousins. I was surprised. Our phone conversation was as follows:
Chaitra: Hello, Abhi.
Me: Who’s this?
Chaitra: It’s me, Chaitra, your aunt.
Me: Oh, shit! Hey aunty, how are you doing?
Chaitra: I am good how are you? Hope I didn’t interrupt you.
Me: Totally not, I was just looking for a trade setup.
Chaitra: If you’re busy, I’ll call you later.
Me: It’s fine, tell me, how’d you get my number?
Chaitra: Oh, I asked Shweta (my cousin).
Me: Oh okay, what is it aunty, tell me. Do you wanna talk to my mom? Is her phone dead? Is that why you called me?
Chaitra: No-no, I wanted to talk to you only. Just wanted to say hi and let you know this is my number.
Me: Oh sure, okay. I’ll save it.
Chaitra: Ok Abhi, I’ll text you later on WhatsApp. I gotta go. I think your uncle has come home.
Me: Sure aunty, take care, bye.
A few hours later, she texted me on WhatsApp. We were just having small talk. In my mind, she was my aunt, nothing sexual because she was family. But she actually liked me. So she started –
Chaitra: You like working out? My God, your body is amazing (she was talking about my WhatsApp DP).
I was really flattered because we are gym boys and we like when people recognize our hard work and compliment that. As we kept chatting, she again said –
Chaitra: Your body is so distracting.
I laughed it off because I didn’t sense anything sexual there. But here was when things got dicey.
She said: Can you send me some of your physique pictures?
I was like, Why?!
She made it sound like her husband (my uncle) needed some motivation to hit the gym. I thought it was genuine and sent some of my pictures from the recent photoshoot and some flexing videos.
Then she said: God, I can’t stop looking at you.
I sensed something was weird.
Then I asked her: Are you ok?
She left me reading and just disappeared. She didn’t reply to anything till the next day. Now I’m not the kind of guy to beg for attention or reply, so I let her be.
The next morning, she called me and apologized saying –
Chaitra: Your uncle came and sat next to me. I didn’t want him to know that I was texting you.
I asked: Why aunty? There’s nothing wrong with us talking, right? I am your nephew.
She said: Yeah, but..you won’t understand, chill.
That was the second hint. I knew something was wrong on her side, but I didn’t wanna jump to a conclusion just yet. So I played along. Chatting and calling went on for a few days. And then she created an Instagram account just to follow me, as she was feeling uncomfortable asking for my pictures all the time.
That was too much for me. Like, why was she doing all this?! As soon as I accepted her request, she just started liking all my pictures and videos back to back like crazy! I just couldn’t shut up and I asked her –
Me: Why are you being so weird?
She said: Nothing, you just look so good. You’re fit and muscular, your style and whatnot.
I was convinced that my aunt was hitting on me. After a couple of months of just talking, she invited me to her home for lunch. I knew we were gonna fuck, 100%! It was just a 2-hour drive from my home to hers. So, I went to her home.
She greeted me with a hug and held my hand and took me in. I noticed that she was home alone.
I asked her: Where is uncle and Deepika (her little daughter), aunty?
My aunt said: Your uncle has gone to France on a business trip. And Deepu is at her grandma’s home.
I was like, “Ummm ok.”
And then she changed the topic and talked about something else. We sat at the dining table and she started serving me lunch. After lunch, we were just chilling on the couch.
Then she excitedly said: Last night, I was going through our family photo albums. You were so cute when you were a kid. (And she pinched my cheek.)
She further said –
Chaitra: Come, we’ll go upstairs and I’ll show you the albums.
I said: No, aunty. I think I better get going.
She insisted that I stay and go upstairs with her.
Chaitra: It’s ok Abhi, this is also like your house. Feel comfortable.
And then we went upstairs to her bedroom. We sat on the bed and she pulled out a few albums and then she sat very close to me. So close that I could hear her breathe! And then she started showing the pictures and started talking about them.
I felt so nervous, because she actually was a gorgeous woman with big jiggly titties and a nice ass. She was amazing. Her hygiene was on point. She also loved to take care of herself and pamper herself. She loved to wear kurtis (Indian casuals) most of the time. And I’ll tell you, she was wearing a really tight yellow sleeveless kurta which had a deep neck and white leggings.
All these were so tempting, but I kept telling myself, “Don’t, she’s your aunt. It’s morally wrong.”
As she was sitting so close, I was able to see her midriff. Her cleavage was turning me on. Our arms were touching. It was so intense.
After a few minutes, I decided to leave as I didn’t wanna get caught pitching a tent in my pants. All those dirty thoughts had already gotten me breathing heavily. And I was semi-hard already. I thought that was the best time to leave. Then I got up real quick and told her –
Me: Okay aunty, I’ll leave.
She was like: Arre Nuvvu vachi one hour kuda avvale (It hasn’t even been an hour since you got here). Why are you in a hurry?
As she said, “Sit Abhi”. She tried to pull the bottom of my t-shirt, but she accidentally held my cock!
(I like to place my cock facing sideways because I pack a good size down there. Not big but definitely a 6-inch muscle. So, it kinda feels uncomfortable for me to keep it facing downward.)
Anyway, my aunty grabbed my junk instead and suddenly, took her hand off and said –
Chaitra: Sorry sorry. I didn’t mean that.
I was like: No aunty, it’s fine. I’ll leave.
Then she said: Abhi, wait.
As I was walking toward the bedroom door, I turned around. She walked toward me very slowly. She came very close to me, tucking her hair behind her ear, hesitating.
Then she said: Can you stay for a little longer, Abhi?
What happened next was truly unbelievable, at least from my standpoint. I’ll surely upload part two, because I don’t wanna make the readers yawn. I like to explain everything in detail so that people can imagine what they might have felt if they were in my place.
After all, it is a real story. So the chances of you all getting bored are high. Sorry, not sorry, I’ll surely upload a part two soon. Thanks for stopping by.