Aunt Caught Me Novels & Stories

Okay, good night Chase " I replied, he revives and drives away, I turn my heels towards the house putting my earphones back on. I hear the gate slamming making me Jump, I look towards the sound and saw that It was Liam's gate. I walk a bit faster scared at the thought of someone kidnapping me. I walk in to see Aunt preparing dinner, and Justin watching paw patrol, but the two-man are out of sight as always. Aunt looks up at me grinning. "Hi dear, you back?" She asked. "Yeah, sorry I left early, " I said referring to the morning. "It's fine dear, I am glad you stayed with Liam, if not for you he'll be alone" "Hmm no problem, Aunt I'll go change my clothes first," I said excusing myself.

I wasn’t sure when that had started being true. A seven-year-old in a swimsuit tugged on my hem. “Are you the new auntie?” she demanded. “I am,” I said solemnly. “I’m Maya. I can hold my breath for twelve seconds.” “Twelve?” “Underwater,” she clarified importantly, and sprinted away before I could respond. An older aunt found me near the drinks table. My father’s sister—silver-haired, barely five feet tall, hands that smelled like lavender and old rings. She took my face in both palms without asking and held me there, studying me with eyes that were already leaking.

“Tell me, what is she to my uncle?!” The maid, intimidated by his expression, stammered, “M-Mr. Zach, that lady is Mr. Sean’s wife.” “Get lost!” Zach shoved the maid aside and turned to the butler. “Brian, you watched me grow up. I know you won't lie to me. Tell me!” The butler hesitated for a few seconds before replying in a low voice, “It’s true. She's indeed your aunt.” “Liars! You’re all liars!” Zach’s face twisted in disbelief. Then, he suddenly remembered his older sister, Theresa, who lived abroad. He hurriedly started a video call.

My Aunt appeared with her phone in her hand and her expression was cold and calculating as she looked at me. "Well, well," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Look what the cat dragged in. Though I suppose we should have expected this. Julien sent me a message, you see." My stomach dropped. "He what?" She held up her phone, reading from the screen with theatrical precision:

My mouth falls open. “A-Aunt Fiona?”

“Get it together,” I whispered, noticing that my meat had begun to rise just by the thoughts of her. This was my aunt. My mother’s older sister. A married woman. Even if her husband never seemed to be around. Even if her eyes lingered a little too long on me when we talked. Even if her voice softened every time she said my name. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing slowly, trying to unclench the tightness rolling through my body, I unzipped my shorts and beat my dick hard,

My heart lurched. My aunt was the one who had treated me best in the clan. I couldn’t let anything happen to her. Evan grabbed my hand, warning, “This might be a trap!” I held his hand tight. “This is my aunt. Even if it’s a trap, I have to go!” “Then I’ll go with you.” Evan stood and pulled me along as I smiled at him and nodded. We rushed to my aunt’s dwelling, only to find it was empty.

I watched as she took in Mia before a displeased look settled on her face, one which almost made me laugh. “Mia, I’d like you to meet my lovely aunt.” I murmured to Mia who smiled politely as she moved towards my aunt and held out the flowers to her. “It’s nice to meet you, Aunt.” My aunt was silent, she kept staring at Mia before accepting the flowers. But in the next moment, she was flinging it sideways and it collided with the wall, scattering at once. A laugh escaped my lungs after that as I cocked my head. “You’re predictable as usual, Aunt.” I drawled and her sharp eyes settled on me.

My aunt's chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "I had a hunch that something like this would happen," she gloated, her words dripping with malice. I stood there, paralyzed, knowing I was done for. My attempt at escape had been foiled, and I would have to face the consequences. I struggled and kicked as my aunt and Aria dragged me back to the house, their grip on my arms like a vice. My feet scraped against the ground, but they didn't relent. "Let me go!" I pleaded, but they just laughed.

"Honestly you two. Don't you realize that you are making enough racket to wake the dead?" I wasn't prepared for the intrusion, but I wasn't bothered by it either since mom had already told me she was going to help me bed Aunt Cathy. Aunt Cathy on the other hand looked like the kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar after being told she couldn't have a cookie. She made a fast recovery though, "Oh don't look at me like that" she said to my mom, "If you can let him do you you certainly can't be upset over the fact that he is doing me."