Words With Aunt Novels & Stories

Despite the strange events of the last few days, I feel a sense of peace. My aunt reaches out and gently takes Austin from me. "Oh, you're such a sweet little boy," she says, in a high-pitched, baby-talk voice. Austin squeals with delight, and my aunt smiles. "Your cheeks are so soft!" she says, as she tickles Austin's cheek. He giggles and clenches his hands, clearly enjoying the attention. My aunt looks up at me, and I can see the love and affection in her eyes. "You're such a lucky mom," she says. "I wish I could have a baby as sweet as this one." "Well, maybe one day you'll get to be a grandma," I say, looking at my uncle with a smile. "You'd be a wonderful grandma," I add. My aunt blush

Alexandra said, giving him the iconic resting bitch face. "Why you little-" "Dada!" Angela's voice interrupted him from cussing at Alexandra. The little girl ran up to him with her chocolate stained grin. She titled her little to Alexandra, her smile dropped and attentively looked at her good-looking aunt. Alexandra stretched a heartwarming smile at Angela. "Hello Angela, I am also your aunt. My name is Alexandra Winchester, but can call me Aunt Alexie." "Hello, Aunt Alexie," Angela said meekly. "You are really pretty."

She hugged me and I could feel that she’s crying. She separated from the hugs and wiped her tears. “I am your Aunt Kennedy Cullen. That’s my name. “ She uttered. Aunt? I am still confused. “Aunt? What does that mean?” I asked her. She looked at me and tucked my hair behind my ears “A family. I am your family. Someone you can trust and someone who will always be here for you no matter what happens. I am your family, “ she uttered. Aunt Kennedy? But why is it like it’s the first time I hear those words?

"So, where is this place?" "Welcome to one of the resorts set up by our Uncle and Aunt." Quinn beamed. "I think they built this place up from scratch about fifteen years ago or so not long after our cousin was born." "When you say Aunt and Uncle do you mean actual blood related ones?" I asked when I remembered how the four of them called each other's parents like that too since they were so close. "Yeah. Our Aunt is Dad's older sister. I'd introduce them to you but they're at another one of their resorts on the other side of America to manage some business." Quinn explained.

But I shook my head softly, indicating it wasn't a big deal. "How is your aunt now?" "My aunt?" I asked back. What aunt was Bryce's grandpa talking about? "You know, your Aunt Margaret," Bryce piped up with a chuckle which sounded pretty nervous to me. Aunt Margaret? Who the hell was that? But when I looked at Bryce, I found him making some weird eye language. Getting the hint, I could only say, "oh...uh yeah, my Aunt Margaret."

God, even his voice sounded so freaking filthy hot. "Tell him just how wet you are for him.” Aunt turned to me, “tell him how much you want his cock in this wet tight teenage pussy of yours.” “Y-yes.” Was the only word I managed to utter; apparently it was the only word I needed to say, as from there Aunt pulled me closer, and then it was like she was going to kiss me, and I was desperately craving lips, so I opened my mouth, breathing heavily, and instead of what I expected, she spat in my mouth and then quickly placed her fingers on my tongue.

He froze, struck dumb, his pupils dilated in utter shock. The truth, heavy as a sledgehammer, shattered every one of his ridiculous fantasies. His father, trembling with rage, pointed a shaking finger at his disgraceful son and let out a desperate roar. “Open your damn eyes and look! Four years ago, Harper became the owner of this estate! Harper is the true Luna of this manor… which makes her your aunt!”

Why does this keep happening? "Alice! So glad you're here," my aunt Ana says as she approaches me and rummages through her bag. "I have to go to the bank now. Lunch is ready. Agatha and Alex should be arriving home from school soon. I'll be back in a little while." The young woman passes me and leaves the house. My Aunt Ana was the youngest daughter of three women, with my mother being the oldest. She never wanted to get married, dedicating her time exclusively to herself. Ana had been staying at my house, taking care of my mother since before I arrived in Brazil.

Her eyes fell to a knife that was on the floor close to the television stand, she looked at me before dashing for it and quickly picking it up. “Lisa!” She shouted and took the knife to her chest where her heart is. Jesus "What are you doing dumbass?” Lisa asked. “I love you so very much Rebecca, you too sis and dad,” she said crying “you too Luna” she added. "Thank you all so very much for all the memories and the help.” She continued. “Mom what are you doing?!” “That won't hurt me,” Lisa said. “I know,” Aunt Jenny said “I just want to tell you to leave my family the fuck alone!” She shouted with a glare.

“Tell me, what is she to my uncle?!” The maid, intimidated by his expression, stammered, “M-Mr. Zach, that lady is Mr. Sean’s wife.” “Get lost!” Zach shoved the maid aside and turned to the butler. “Brian, you watched me grow up. I know you won't lie to me. Tell me!” The butler hesitated for a few seconds before replying in a low voice, “It’s true. She's indeed your aunt.” “Liars! You’re all liars!” Zach’s face twisted in disbelief. Then, he suddenly remembered his older sister, Theresa, who lived abroad. He hurriedly started a video call.