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I almost forgot what I was saying as I watched him look genuinely confused and startled. “Because it's awkward. I can't believe I let this happen.” I sounded more full of regret than I intended to. Then he shook his head, a bitter tiny laugh coming out of his dangerous lips. “No way you're regretting having sex with me, Aunt. Can you ever check and see if you can walk?” Such an ass. I rolled my eyes. “I'm serious, we've had sex, the end. If you stick to following my rules in this house, you won't find me on your bed for you to play with.”

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;

He came back and sat beside me, his phone in his hand. "I've never told anyone about this, but since you're my wife, you have the right to know." He opened his phone and showed me the screen. I saw a video. A sex video. Two people were making love passionately. Their bodies were shaking, their fat moving, and their expressions showed immense pleasure. I was shocked. "What is this?" Julian scrolled to the next video. Same. A fat woman with a thin man. Then the next video. A fat woman with two men.

"How do you have my mom's seal? Who the hell are you? What gives you the right to make decisions for her?" I looked into his eyes and announced in a loud, clear voice, "Because she's my biological aunt."

My aunt had approached me without noticing, then, with tears in her eyes, she hugged me tightly. “You still have a lot to learn, son.” I did not know much about what to do here, but even without knowing the situation, I always help as much as I can in the hope that things can get better somehow. A few more hours passed, I was talking with my aunt about what had happened. Her husband had been unfaithful with one of her best friends, so she, with no hesitation, decided to end that relationship that had been going on for more than 20 years.

"It all started when I accidentally killed your mom LOGAN'S POV ?FLASHBACK- 7 YEARS AGO? I walked into my house tired. I just got back from a business trip. I signed the contract earlier than expected so I came home one day early. Owen was having a sleepover at his aunts place cause I knew Bridget will never agree to stay home with her, she doesn't care us. A strong smell of alcohol hit my nose and also the television was turned on with a lot of noise emitting from it. I looked around to see bottles of alcohol and also her shirt and bra was on the couch 'What could Bridget be up to?' I had asked myself. Hope it's not what I'm thinking. I didn't turn off the television but headed to the room.

Who goes to another country for a date? “Well nice, but what do you mean by trying here and there? Doing people's hair, nails, makeup, or stripping, or wait, you do hookups?” Lucy sounded curious which shocked almost everyone at the table. “Please excuse me.” I excused myself to the kitchen. I was panting out loud with my hands on the counter when someone suddenly held my waist. I flinched as I knew that touch very well. “Jade?” “Why?” “What?” “Why did you have to get back at me with my uncle?” He asked.

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

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 told my aunt about it but she told me to mind my own business,she already knew but she did nothing, everybody in my family is crazy. I was only sixteen,yet it was like I've seen all the bad things that happened in life. One night,my aunt's husband came and he told me "Take off your clothes,I don't need to explain, you're not a child and yet I'm still giving you sex education for free,you will thank me later." For someone who abuses their child,of course I was an adult to him.