My Aunt Is So Hot Novels & Stories

My aunt approached and congratulated us both, and then he whispered in my ear, "The woman will feel a crazy sensation in front of a crowded person. I want to see how she puts herself." "What do you mean, Auntie?" I was watching her. My aunt chuckled softly. "Look at her, her face is red and her body moves flirty. She is like a bitch that will seduce a man to touch her." Fuck! My aunt is outrageous, working on her with stimulants. She left, maybe for the toilet. I have to find a way to prevent her from embarrassing me. This is not because I care but this is the best moment for me and my lover. She didn't damage it.

Amara's pov We all have that type of aunts who would squeeze our cheeks till they turn red. They get so much excited when they see us as if they saw a stuffed animal. Right now Aiden's cheeks were in the deathly grip of his aunt. His mother's kitty party friend. That's what he told me.

Telling me that any way I do for her is a mistake, I don't care. Maybe that horrible trait is in my blood, and I've put it all in a petite, quiet, and anti-social woman named Amanda. A unique woman, beautiful and adorable, someone who is common to the whole world, but means the world to me. Fuck. I will do anything for her. Squirming in my chair uneasily, I took another sip of my wine. I looked at my aunt while loosening the tie that felt choking my neck. "Do you want to go home already?" asked auntie as she sat in the empty chair beside me, she took a sip of the wine she had brought earlier.

I thought to myself. Aunt Jules was an extremely attractive woman. She had a bodacious body with a natural and curvy buttocks that not even money could buy. "You're right, darling," she sighed and gave uncle a butterfly kiss on the lips before she shifted to me and offered me an apologetic smile. "So does that mean you're not angry at me anymore Aunty?" I questioned, offering her my most angelic pout. "You know your aunt loves you and just wants the best for you—right?" her voice cracked at the end, as she struggled to blink back the tears that now threatened to fall from her eyes.

my aunt mumbled, walking in with her knee high dress unzipped, trying her best to reach it. She paused facing the fallen me as I sat up, a slight frown over taking her features, "girl do you know what time it is?" She asked placing her hands on her hips, “Good lord, you haven’t even done your hair yet.” "Morning Aunt Lily," I replied with an innocent grin, crawling toward the edge of the bed. She turned her back towards me as I helped her zip up. My aunt was a lovely, dark skinned woman, very proud of it. She wasn't particularly short, but not too tall either, had a gorgeous body and one heck of a personality. A little on the talkative side, didn't like nonsense, extra protective, very fun a

I quickly looked away, disliking how fast it was beating the longer I gazed at him. “She isn’t a big fan of cheese, and she hates sleeping on the right side of the bed for some reason. She doesn’t like scary movies and keeps a good distance from any fire—even a candle. And don’t let her take too long hot baths. She likes the feeling of being choked in the steam room…” My aunt continued listing my likes and dislikes, and I shook my head, covering my face with a hand again while Roman listened intently. My uncle intervened, clearly seeing how it was affecting me, wrapping an arm around my aunt and bringing her closer. She chuckled happily.

Hugo clenched his fist and gape his mouth open as he is ready to say his thoughts when his cousin, who was still holding his hand tightly, spoke first, “Aunt, your still flashy as ever! It suits you perfectly!”. Hugo almost let out a snort at the hidden sarcasm from the young lady’s words.

"Just you wait, you'll understand what I'm saying." "Marie, you're being dramatic," my grandmother says looking at her carefully but my Aunt just rolls her eyes as she continues to dry the dishes. I shove another fork full of pancake into my mouth, watching the entertaining scene unfold before my eyes. "Me? being dramatic? Never," she said purposefully dramatically sighing at the end. I chuckled making both the adults in the room look over to me. "Don't worry, the whole craze will die down," I tell my 34-year-old aunt with a smile. Her eyes light up with my words and she shades my grandmother by huffing at him.

I go and sit down beside Ty on the big couch. "So Miller, how're your studies going?" Uncle asks. "It's going good," Aaron replies. "Oh just call him Aaron," Aunt says, walking out of the kitchen whilst smiling at Aaron. She has a knife in her hands and she is wearing her apron. Aaron smiles back at her, ignoring the knife.

“Honey, no. You’re too divine for that cheap drink. Let me get you something proper. A martini, maybe. A daiquiri? And you, Mr. Hotness? Scotch? Whiskey?” He opened his mouth to reply, but TeeCay cut in, clinging to his arm and resting her head on his shoulder. “Isn’t he a hottie, Auntie?” “An absolute snack, darling,” Auntie Romie replied, eyes twinkling. “You two look fabulous together. You’re lucky to have him, and he’s lucky to have someone as stunning as you.” He gave her a grateful nod. For once, there was no ridicule. No snide undertones. No cruel jokes wrapped in compliments. Just kindness.