Aunt Sabrina Novels & Stories

My name is Nicky Roberts. I'm a college student crashing at my uncle's place nearby. I've always been hairy for my age—nineteen, full of hot blood, and craving women more with each passing day. Every night, I'd find a porn video, secretly blow off steam with one of my aunt's stockings, then toss it back in the washing machine. My aunt's a flight attendant. First thing after work every day, she peels off her stockings. She has an oval-shaped face, creamy skin, and a pair of breasts so huge even her uniform can't hide them—buttons practically ready to pop. Just picturing her body in my head is enough to get me off.

I pointe dt the ghost orchids by the corner. She grinned, “I knew you would like them,” she whispered. “You remembered.” Her grin broadened, “I could never forget it, even if I wanted to.” Fuck! Does she know what she is doing to me? Does she know how hard it is for me to not bend her and kiss the air out of her freaking lungs? “Ahem,” a throat cleared behind us. “Alpha Nevan, do you have a minute?” I turned my eyes finding none other than Elder Aaron, staring at me with a frown on his face. Sabrina’s hand touched my chest, a smile not leaving her face, “I will have to say hi to a few people, you go do your thing,” she whispered.

Both Nathan and I turned to the side, totally forgetting we weren’t alone and had people around us. My eyes immediately found Titus’, seeing how dark they turned. “King Titus, Your Highness.” Nathan’s answering greeting snapped me out of my instinctive reactions of him. I looked away from the king. “I apologize. We were just surprised to see each other after being apart for years.” Nathan suddenly put a hand on my back, making the king’s expression hard. “Sabrina is an old friend. A childhood bestfriend, in fact.” He turned to me, still looking so vibrantly happy, as he continued speaking.

Arabelle, whose greatest wish was to become a mother, prayed devoutly to the gods, wishing for a little one to come our way. At first, I observed nothing different with my Arabelle, but she became more frail and emotional as time passed. She would jump for no reason or throw fits for trivial matters. Having no choice, I resorted to seeking the village shaman’s help. I did not know that this would lead to a series of unexpected events, which would eventually cost us our lives. It was a long story, but Arabelle and I ended up being brutally slain by a group of unknown assailants.

I was enjoying this when for a while until I got a message from my aunt, Julie. Aunt Julie was my mom’s sister. In the message, She texted that wanted me a few days before to meet her husband. “We’ve been married for years now and yet you’ve never attempted to get to know each other!” She texted. “But Aunty, you know I don’t really like being with the family,” I texted back. “You still have to come.” She was having some work event , some adult party and she wanted me to come. I wasn’t really interested. Then she said;

I said out aloud and both of them looked up at me with a smile. "Ara! you're back!" She climbed down the sofa and rushed over to me. I picked her up and she blessed me with her kisses on the face. I giggled and kissed her back. "Aw someone was excited to see me," I said and she nodded enthusiastically. I put her down and went to the kitchen to fetch something to drink. We had some orange juice and I poured it into a glass before going to sit with them and watch cartoons. Brenna was our next-door neighbor. She was a polite lady in her early forties and often babysat Crystal, my niece on weekdays as on weekends I was home I used to take her responsibility.

I was instantly placed in an awkward position. "Mr. Andon must really dislike that Fulton woman. He even disobeyed Mrs. Garner Senior and is determined not to marry her." "I bet she's just a scammer who didn't actually save his life. She probably used some kind of despicable trick, and Mr. Andon must have seen through it." "She doesn't seem like a good person at all. She always looks so cold and indifferent, as if someone owes her money." The whispers of the maids buzzed like flies in my ears.

But then, her nerves instantaneously vanished as soon as she heard Gabriel calling her Aunt. “Come and let’s eat. I ordered all your favorite foods at your favorite restaurant,” the ‘Aunt’ said. Curiously, Sabrina walked in to see who she was. But as soon as she entered the dining area, the room fell silent and all eyes went towards her direction. “Aunt Hannah, this is my wife, Sabrina. Sab, this is Aunt Hannah. She’s Joseph and Eli’s mother,” Gabriel introduced them. Sabrina saw how Hannah examined her from head-to-toe, then raised an eyebrow as though she found something in her that didn’t pass her standard.

She's a great secret keeper and friend. "Sabrina is the youngest that is still alive." I pointed to my sweetest aunt. Sabrina is the mothering one of the group. She looks like Sasha but is a bit taller and less curvy. She's the one that will kiss your boo boos and make you cookies. "Marie is my youngest cousin and the twin boys are Aiden and Caden. Uncle Nash is at the end and Uncle Falcon is by Marie." I finished

It was a spot where she’d spent countless days, and even nights, as a child, while her parents were away at work. All of this time brought the two very close and eventually led to the woman earning the title of 'Aunty Faye.' In fact, the only technical relation between them was that Aunt Faye was Sabrina's godmother. “Well, I suppose you didn’t get all dressed up just to see me,” Faye said. “Tell me how the interview went.” “It went really well,” Sabrina said, taking a seat on a small couch across from the miniature chair where her aunt Faye often sat.