For the reading pleasure of Adults. © Prahaar 2002. All rights reserved.
This is a true story with the names changed, I welcome your comments, feedback and suggestions.
I vividly remember my first brush with her. I was 18 years old and I had not worn briefs under my shorts. Anjali Aunty pointed to my penis and said,’ I can see all’! To my horror and embarrassment, I realized that my fly was open and my penis was hanging out. I must have forgotten to zip up after peeing. I was always very embarrassed about the size of my penis. At that young age, it was a good 8 inches long even when not erect and my shorts had to be longer to keep it enclosed. It was 2 inches thick and the head was large and red looking.
‘Come here’, she said. I walked towards her, my long cock swinging back and forth, not knowing what to expect. She held my penis in her hand for a few moments and gently tucked it back into my shorts. ‘You are a grownup boy now. You must put on underwear’, she said. Was an aunt supposed to do this? I did not think so but I did not mind. Her touch had caused my penis to start erecting. Her eyebrows went up but she did not say anything more at that time. She got called away. Her touch had felt good but I had no idea at that time that one could ‘take matters into one’s own hands’!
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Aunt Anjali was my father’s brother’s wife. She was a teacher in a school. My uncle was an accountant. They had three children, my cousins. They were younger than me. Two girls and a boy. They lived in another town where I often went during my school vacations. Their home was small but they took us in gladly. We would all sleep together in the two rooms. When they came to our town, we would similarly put them up in the small space that we called our home. All us cousins happily played together, no matter which town. Aunt Anjali was a great cook and her meals were famous in the family.
After this incident, I started looking at her more carefully. She would often catch me looking and we would smile at each other like conspirators. She started treating me more kindly than before, giving me my favorite food to eat and kissing me on the cheek or hugging me longer at the slightest pretext. I hugged her right back and pressed my body into hers.
Aunt Anjali is plump and has a large hourglass figure. She has a pretty face and a long neck. She has short hair, finding them easier to maintain. Her breasts are large, conical and pointed and her tight blouses show them off well. Her ass is huge but shapely. Her ass cheeks sway, undulate and swing when she walks and there is nothing she can do to hide her assets. Her thighs and hips are in proportion to the rest of her body. A sight to behold, even with her clothes on. She dresses conservatively but can not help the fact that she is so sexy.
I had often seen her come out of the bathroom with only her blouse and petticoat on and now started observing her more carefully. I had become more conscious of the times that she would go for a shower so I could take a look at her when she emerged. I would listen to the swish of her clothes as she removed them and the small sounds she made as she moved. She is putting water on herself! She is soaping herself! She is removing the soap! She is drying herself! I would wonder what she looked like naked or how she soaped herself. I was tickled by the thought of her soaping her nipples or her cunt.
