My Aunt Webtoon Novels & Stories

com* My pulse quickened. The page titles were explicit: *'Auntie's Summer Lesson, Visiting My Naughty Aunt, Under Auntie's Roof, She Called Me Nephew.* I wrote down a few of the titles on a notepad, my hand shaking. I logged out carefully, erasing my digital footprints. Back in my home office, I fired up my own computer, my mouth dry. I navigated to the site and searched for the titles. What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews.

" I said in my thoughts but I didn't dare heave a sigh of relief. It could be branded a crime too. Truth be told I didn't hear my aunt's car coming into the compound. I was so engrossed with the game trying to defeat Crane who despite fighting barehanded managed to survive hits from my steel nunchaku. I got to the verandah where my aunt was sitting. She was smiling brightly at me and I had to smile back in the same manner. She stood up so I can hug her. She was a head taller than me, that couldn't be disputed because she was wearing a pair of cream wedges.

"Are you alone at home?" "Um... yes, yes, my aunt... She went out to do something related to her work..." I replied, stuttering. Aunt Julie was probably in one of the underground betting shops right now, spending all the money she had taken from me—that money Jason had given to me—but I wasn't going to tell him that. I wasn't going to tell him that my aunt had an addiction to behaviors such as drinking and gambling. What if he was disgusted with me for this?

Did I die and reincarnate, maybe? "This is my niece, Vanessa" I bet my Aunt had been rambling something else but I had been too busy ogling the best things after ice creams as she pulled me closer to her. Five pair of eyes fall on me, pairs of beautiful eyes I might say as I give a small wave "Hi" No one responds. Awkward. "She is really grateful that you are letting stay till she is—" Then my aunt faces me— Oh God, she is about to cry. Wait, the waterfalls are out "She is okay"

It was only yesterday that I had gotten that wound because of a hundred Vora matter that my aunt had lost from her purse. Last Thursday night, I clearly saw my cousin take the money from my aunt's purse that was left on the living room table. I explained to my aunt that I didn't steal the money, but she still blamed me. I was always wrong, and my cousin was always right in her eyes. I finally replied, "I got a bonus from Mauricio, but I can't give my money to Kayleigh. I need it to buy shoes because mine are worn out." Instantly, I saw a change of expression on my aunt's face. With one eyebrow raised, Auntie put on a devilish smile. I saw the movement of her hand, which swung slowly from her

My Aunt tries to cover up my Uncle's behavior by telling Aiden that it's nothing and that her husband loves to talk about Thier company's success to everyone. My aunt is trying to make a conversation with Aiden that's why he stops cutting his steak into pieces for a minute and politely replies her. I take advantage of that time and grab Aiden's hand underneath the table and slightly rub it. He tightens his grip around my hand while talking to my Aunt giving away nothing.

Maybe, one day, when I’m really tired and I want to forget and let go, I’ll take the book to the fire and dump it inside there. Aunt has tried her best to ’fix’ my uncle and me, and most of the time I just think my aunt is crazy. She knows what happened. She knows what she did, yet she is still trying to make us whole again, like one big, bloody, perfect family. My aunt needs help; she is demented, and I think she needs to go to a home for mad people or something, but I can tell my uncle that. We are talking.

My aunt moved to the sixty nine position so we could eat each other. "oh my God yes suck harder ",she cried out and I did causing her to squirt all over us. This was exhilarating and for hours we played and got fucked. Screams and moans filled the house as we both passed out feeling good and sated. No man has ever made me feel this damn good not even daddy. I loved his cock but after finding out what I did he disowned me. He turned his back on us all claiming we were sick. I woke hours later and Aunt Fern was on all fours getting fucked again and I laid watching her moan and squirm. She was addicted to the fake cock filling her. She got the next size up and was struggling to take it fully.

Barely suppressing my rage, I took out my phone and called my aunt. My aunt was from Longford, one of the most prestigious ladies of the Full Moon Pack. “Hello, Aunt, sorry to bother you so late,” I said, gripping the phone and gritting my teeth. “But I failed to get rid of Mia again. I might… need your help.”

I sensed that she was attempting to tell me something through her silence, even when we weren't talking. "Aron, it was fun last night. See you next week." My phone popped up with Aunt Jerry's message. The news that she was going on a weeklong vacation made me sigh with relief. I was attempting to complete my work ahead of schedule to have some spare time to read her published book once more and learn the truth about Uncle Joe. She once told me that she occasionally talks about her painful experiences to find relief from the anguish that makes her cry; therefore, I'm sure she has talked about Uncle Joe in one of her stories.