Aunt Meg Novels & Stories

“Momo is the best. Let’s go upstairs. Mommy will make you yummy dinner tonight, alright?” Chris pulled on her hand and said, “No, Mommy, we can’t go up. Auntie McKenzie is home.” Charmine frowned. “Auntie McKenzie?” “Yeah, an auntie named McKenzie Houston. She’s with Daddy,” answered Chris. There it was, a strange pang in her heart. So McKenzie came by, and she was with Anthony? Anthony let Chris wait for her down here in the garage while he spent alone time with McKenzie at home?

Then Mei's mother looked at me, “Oh beautiful lady, has my son made a mistake to you? Forgive my son, he is a stubborn man. " "Sorry, are you Aunt Mei?" "Yes, I am aunt Mei. Who are you?" "This is my neighbor first. I am An. " Aunt Mei let go of her son's ear, she immediately approached me and hugged me tightly and then let go. "You're a big boy, An, Aunty Mei is very happy to see you again. You guys already know each other? " "Not yet" "Kim, this is An. He was Aunt Mei's neighbor first "

But I shook my head softly, indicating it wasn't a big deal. "How is your aunt now?" "My aunt?" I asked back. What aunt was Bryce's grandpa talking about? "You know, your Aunt Margaret," Bryce piped up with a chuckle which sounded pretty nervous to me. Aunt Margaret? Who the hell was that? But when I looked at Bryce, I found him making some weird eye language. Getting the hint, I could only say, "oh...uh yeah, my Aunt Margaret."

Meghan smiled an easy smile and knelt down in front of him. "Because you were still fast asleep, sleepy head... we tried and tried to wake you up, but you snored SO loud that you didn't even hear us. So, we had to leave without you." Tate frowned. "That's not true, Aunty Meg!" "Is so true." "Is not." "Is." Meghan grabbed Tate and tickled him into submission. "Okay... okay... Aunty... Meg... it's... true... just... stop."

" Gina's family quickly stood at attention, heads bowed, not daring to look around. Soon, the door opened, and a tall figure walked in wearing a black coat, looking striking and commanding. The person radiated an aura that warned everyone to keep their distance. It was my aunt, Carmelia. She swept her gaze across the parlor, and her brow furrowed immediately. "What's going on? Why is it such a mess in here?" Rex hurried forward. "Ms. Sanders, these people came to settle a debt and brought some guy with them." Carmelia said coldly. "I told you not to bring just anyone here. Clean this up." She turned to leave as soon as she finished speaking. I silently screamed, 'No! Don't go!' I used every

Grandpa continued, "Tomorrow, both of you will prepare a speech. Whoever wins your Aunt Sierra over will have done this family a real service." At that, Calvin shot me a smug look, already certain he had this in the bag. My aunt, Sierra Meyer, was something of a legend in our small town. She had left home when she was young and supposedly made her fortune in real estate down south. Rumor had it that she was worth billions of dollars now. But she had always kept her distance from the family. Aside from sending Grandpa money once a year, she rarely came back. This time, however, she was bringing her entire family back for Grandpa's 80th birthday—something completely out of character.

She looked at me without a word, spreading her legs even wider, her fingers moving faster and faster. "Aunt Maggie?" I called again when she didn't answer. And then—a fountain burst forth, soaking my bedsheets. I stared, dumbfounded. She collapsed weakly against the back of the chair, letting out relaxed, panting breaths. Her body glistened with sweat and sticky fluid, unbearably alluring. I was painfully swollen, nearly bursting. I begged, "Aunt Maggie, please help me too. Even if it's just your hand…" Calmly, she pulled her panties back on and said, "Don't get any crazy ideas, you brat. I'm your aunt."

The banquet hall erupted in chaos. Elaine screamed in disbelief, "Nolan, what did you just call her? How can this woman possibly be your aunt?" Nolan helped me up from the floor and replied impatiently, "Why can't she? This is my Aunt Betty! I won't mistake my own aunt!" The comments went wild: [No way! She really is the male lead's aunt? This is a disaster for the sweetheart!] [Oh my, so she's the youngest daughter in the family. Those are usually doted on by the whole family. The male lead might get punished too, not just the sweetheart!]