Giantess Aunt Novels & Stories

"She speaks highly of you." "She does not. She thinks the world revolves around you and I'm a loser." That was true. When Aunt Flo got drunk, it all came out. "It's a big place, baby. We'll just avoid them. Besides, I heard she was going to AA." Jill kept dragging me. "Something else I don't need to hear about." My Aunt was tall and big shouldered with large breasts. Her brunette hair, with a few streaks of gray, hung to her shoulders. She shaved her sex. I had to admit she was a handsome woman.

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember anyone ever speaking about a Great Aunt Esme. Who exactly was she?” “My dad’s aunt. My dad always called her the Great Crazy One. He insisted this sweet and kind woman was off her rocker, and before you ask, I never learned why. Now I know I saw some strange happenings in her house. I know for a fact that house wasn’t normal.” “Ooh… Is this story time?” Becky pulled her chair close with an intrigued look on her face. “I want to know everything, and no minor detail is too small.” “Fine, I warn you, this story is long. It’s also from the perspective of a kid, and no interrupting.” Gemma knew Becky was one of those people that ask questions as they watched a movie.

She could even play as Aphrodite or any goddess from the ancient mythologies. Even though she was only dressed simply with a black down jacket, she still radiated elegance and gracefulness. Speaking up, Jazz finally broke the silence, “Aunt Rainie, when did you return?” ‘Since aunt Rainie is back, then surely brother would…’ He thought to himself. Summer felt a bit puzzled when Jazz addressed the lady as their aunt. She was shocked as she thought, ‘He called her aunt Rainie, so she’s their aunt? How could she be their aunt when she looks so young!’

She explained to me. "I have an aunt called Gina?" I asked her. "Yes. But she died before you were even born." She answers me. "What does she look like?" I asked her. "Truth to be told, she looks like your mom and she is finer than your mom. She is a beautiful lady. So beautiful and sexy. All the boys wanted her when we were in college. Other girls were always jealous of her and always wanted to get at her but you mom never allowed it. Your mom was a bad bitch then. She always protected her Sister. She hasn't even changed." She said to me.

Aunt said joyfully ,patting the space next to her ,gesturing for me to sit down and I did "Okay ladies ,this is Anushka ,my soon to be daughter-in-law"Aunt introduced me to her friend and I was taken aback by how she addressed me Daughter in law ..As in like McKenzie's wife ? But then I realized that she wasn't talking about Danelle because she also considered Sammy her son.. "My god you so beautiful my dear" one of the woman said as others agreed with her "Thank you" I blushed "She really is beautiful" Aunt added ,smiling at me "So Anu this are my friends ,Mrs Mordá ,Mrs Banks and Mrs Denzel.. They are women from the children's NGO"

She walked straight inside my apartment but stopped when she saw Azazel. I swallowed, not knowing what to do. Auntie looked at me, silently asking for an explanation. “A-A-Auntie—” “Is this your boyfriend, dear?” She walked toward Azazel, who was frowning slightly while still looking at me. Azazel turned his gaze to her as she introduced herself. “Young man, I’m Auntie Hiera, your girlfriend’s aunt.” Auntie extended her hand. Azazel looked at it for a moment before accepting it. He gave a slight smile.

My aunt turned around and spotted me leaning against the wall. Repressing the urge to groan juvenilely, I pressed my lips in a line, watching my aunt approach. She was dressed in an elegant, beige dress, the necklace around her neck extensive and shining in the light. Her hair was wavy and fastened in a short do, lips folded in a wide smile. She placed a silky glove on my elbow, tugging me in. "Lana..." I winced as her fingers curled into my skin, nails sharply digging through the flesh. "It's bad manners to eavesdrop on your elders. Haven't you learnt it?"

“Ms. Karen?” “Don’t you dare say my name, you disgusting pig.” “I… I'm so sorry I didn't—” “Listen to me, if anything happens to my daughter or grandchild, trust me, no amount of money will save you from my wrath.” “This is not the time, Aunt.” I turned, hearing the voice; it was Gianna. Gianna was Jimena's cousin but also married to Anastasia’s elder brother, whose name I don't recall.

And she wasn't that powerful. "It's fine. We always support Aster." "Thank you, second grandmother." The old lady was fit. She looked like she was in her forties not seventies. "Aunts, you were all so awesome. Thank you so much." "Eh eh eh, it's because of this that we took over those shares. Otherwise, my husband might gamble them someday." The first aunt spoke. "Hehe, my husband gave the papers to me when I asked. He loves me." The second aunt answered proudly.

They said it was odd that they showed up unexpectedly, especially since they'd never done that before, and especially since none of them had visited us for almost three years now, when we'd lived here before. "How come no one has ever seen them before?" my mom wondered aloud. "Maybe they live far away," I chimed in. "Maybe they're from another town." "Are they vampires?" "No, I don't think so. Their skin doesn't smell like vampire blood." "They probably just wear masks. They probably aren't from another town," Aunt said in disgust. My aunt is one of the best hunters in our family. Since she was born after we left the old town, she has hunted and killed more vampires than any hunter ever did.