Aunt Dimity Novels & Stories

"Slow down before you get us killed! Another bump like that last one, and if I don't get hurled out of the car, your nephew's going to learn a lot more about his aunt's anatomy than is proper." Dad finally slowed down, and probably none too soon. That last lurch left Aunt Marie's legs spread-eagle in the air, and I found myself clutching her to my chest, one hand on her breast, and the other gripping the inside of her thigh just a hair's breadth from her crotch. Her shirt had crawled up past her waist again, and looking down I got a really good look at those panties. Tiny pink ones, with an embroidered red heart and the word 'Me' written in girly cursive below. Heart Me. I'm sure you can und

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

“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,

[Influencer Moves Into Relative’s Home, Steals Everything From Cousin While Pretending To Be Pitiful] The post went into great detail, starting from the social media post Emma had uploaded. Then people followed the trail and uncovered more of her private accounts, and the content inside was shocking. One account was of her documenting her “daily life”. “Today I got my cousin kicked out onto the balcony. My aunt really does love me the most.” “I brought up the apple thing on purpose. Auntie and Lucas both took my side, and my cousin was so angry her face turned green. It was hilarious.”

He simply smirked and said, “Do whatever you want.” With that said, he bent down, leaned over, and brought his handsome face close to hers, enveloping her in the scent of his male hormones. His warm breath brushed against her exquisite face, causing a faint blush to appear on her fair skin. “Moreover, it's my nephew's wedding, so how can his aunt be absent?” Harmonia was stunned and momentarily speechless. Aunt? This was just their cooperation in acting, and it could not be taken seriously. However, Dimas was a reliable partner, so she couldn't let him lose out.

She was just too little to act up. “ How dare you. We took you in, fed you, clothed you, sent you to school and---.” Aunt Claire begins but Emilia cut in. “ All with my parents money. Correct me if I’m wrong.” She says with a smirk. “ You were all too lazy to work for your own money, so the best you could do was to covet my parents property and make me a slave who does all the work for you.” She continues and Uncle Aaron raises his hand to hit her for the uptenth time but she wasn’t going to allow it this time around.

"What in the world are you doing?" She blinked dumbly, jumping to her feet, "Uh-Sorry?" Her mother rolled her eyes and wrapped her fingers around her elbow, pulling her over to a corner in the room, "You know how much I dislike it whenever you have that cloudy-eyed look in your face," She hissed and Aurora's eyes flickered over to the group of girls gathered around her aunt. Aunt Christy's was dressed in a mermaid-styled white lace gown designed with pearls and small-sized diamonds. Her aunt looked magnificent and there was a happy glow around her, Aurora was pleased to see her that way.

he muttered, then stiffened as he realized people had heard him. Marcy laughed. “I’m glad you said it! In your case, I think you’re right.” Theo’s shoulders loosened, but his discomfort was palpable – especially with my senses heightened by the magic. “Marcy’s mom, Alythe, is the oldest. She’s over there by the cake,” I pointed to my aunt with white hair. Turning in my seat, I motioned behind us to my aunt whose hair was more salt and pepper. “Followed by Aunt Prynne…”

On the other side, my husband holds Dimitri’s baby, laughing so happily, and showing her tricks alongside Barbara. I swallow the lump in my throat, fisting my hands inside my pockets. ‘They’re usually like that with other kids. As long as it’s not theirs.’ My aunt’s words mock me in this moment. “Oh, God,” I turn away, putting my hands on my head. “Aunt Mel’s getting into my head.”

A silence louder than the train stretched among us, and I felt like I had pushed a bit too far, until my Aunt broke the silence. “We plan to do that, “ she began, then looked around the table like she wanted confirmation before continuing, “None of them or you are responsible for what others have done.” What she said is true. I've met the brothers, despite our business deal, and spoken briefly to their grandmother. They seem like friendly people, though they have greedy people around them. Pa's voice pulls me out of my daze. “We will make things right in due time.” Nodding in agreement, Mom said, “ Yes.” She looked down at her hands on her lap. “ I wish I knew what happened to my daughter.”