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He moved closer to her right foot and was about to kiss it only for Ava to move it away. “Not this one,” She stretched out her left foot. “This one..” Although enraged, he had no other choice than to fulfill his aunt's orders otherwise he'd get into a tight space with his uncle. Agnes followed suit and kissed Ava on her left foot. “You may rise.” Ava said. “If this happens again, you'll do more than just kissing her feet. Now both of you, go prepare the master's bedroom for my wife. She's tired and would like to rest..”

aunt Axera chuckled and her eyes glistened like she was reliving the moment. "She came babbling to me about how she had met the love of her life. I asked her who it was, but for some reason, she could never tell me much about him. The only thing I knew was that he was from another realm." My eyes glistened as her story quipped my interest greatly. Aunt Axera sighed and continued her story.

It looks like she’s enjoying my embarrassment, stepping aside and letting me in the room. “ take a seat,” my aunt told me. I didn't know if I should sit on the bed or a chair, so I decided to stand up instead of looking around the room. It looked like Love finally moved in with her mate. I'm happy for her and that is why my aunt is doing her dirty in the room. “ So that's why you've been MIA all week?” I asked her. “ not really I have been busy helping Love move in with her mate and all,” she said with a smile on her face “ that's when she lets me know that the vampires were here”

"And of course, my pregnant belly. But it's more than that. It's much more than that, isn't it? I arouse you because I'm a muture woman. An experienced aunt, mother, wife and lover, who is carrying a child in her womb. A women who carries with her 20 years of sexual experience, which means I know how to be pleased and pleasure someone." Aunt runs her finger gently across my face, staring into my eyes. "And here you are, my sweet innocent little nephew. So young and inexperienced. So virile and eager." She giggle a little. "So curious and horny." Aunt Linda grabbed my hand again. "I think what you need is for someone to take your hand and show you the way. Someone to show you how to love... a

Two hours we drive till we get to a house we never knew she had in the family. "pull up there Aunt Fern wants your big cock as well so you have to fuck us both",she sounds excited as she hurries behind me as we walk towards the house. Fern stands there smiling and half naked I almost gag as they both look down at my body. Eyes zero in on my cock and both lick their lips. Fuck I want to lose my food. "Dean, so nice to see you come in",the aunt says standing there as I brush by her. She looks a mess as she smells me. Both have been busy fucking God only knows what.

Honestly, if you hadn't offered to bail me out, I wouldn't have given you the time of day. "Who'd want you? You think I'd settle for you?" The guys flanking him snickered, their faces twisted with scorn as they piled on. "Isn't this Ella who sold her house, her car, and who knows what else for my buddy? What's wrong? Got dumped and now you're looking for my friend to clean up your mess?" "She sold her body? Disgusting." "She's got some nerve, showing up on the day Sean's uncle's getting hitched."

“It was so hot. I gave him head in the back of his limo afterwards.” “Mama,” I gasped out, not really wanting to hear the rest of this story. “Yeah, there is just something so hot about when a mate gets all possessive,” Aunt Janet giggled. “But burning a man alive is next level crazy,” Aunt Janet ended decisively. She shrugged. “I guess if you’re into that, then you do you.” She raised her mug of coffee towards me in a mock toast. “Who am I to judge? My mate and I are into the whole daddy dom/ little girl kink.”

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

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 needed to endure for now, then think of a way to deal with him or expose him before all eyes later. "I don't need you to hunt in my name. Let my husband worry about me while you worry about your wife," I stated coldly. Adrian chuckled. "There is no need to be so stiff, Aunt. It wouldn't be nice to be the only married woman without any hunted games." The way he used the Aunt title on me, it was clear that he was mocking me. I gritted my teeth and was trying to think of a befitting response when the doors to the court suddenly came open.