I've been obsessed with my Aunt Ankita, we call her Anki for short since I turned 18. I was obsessed with her when she was married and the obsession remained after her husband disappeared and never returned. He must have died, because I would've crawled back just to be buried in Anki's ass.
My aunt Anki is my mother's sister, and though they're only a year apart in age, they couldn't be more different. Anki hates me calling her aunty and insists that I call her by name (or nickname in this case). We grew up quite close since Anki lived with us as I grew up. The only time we were separated was for the two years when she married and left the house.
I guess my obsession with Anki started with those lace panties. I saw them lying in our balcony and felt through the black lace and cotton panties feeling it between my fingers. I wanted to sniff them but I heard a sound, so I dropped them and left the balcony.
My timing could not have been better, because my mother saw the panties but didn't see me at all. She screamed for Anki everywhere and they had a discussion about whose underwear it might be. Anki guessed that it was probably that slut Mrs. Gupta from two floors above us, and my mom seemed content with that guess.
I didn't have to wait too long for the mystery to be solved though, because Anki pocketed the panties on the pretense of throwing them out. From then on I could only picture my aunty Anki in black lace panties for a while.
I had to risk a couple of forays into the laundry basket to get a sniff of some of her other underwear. I think my favourite was her pair of yellow cotton ones, because it felt like her pussy juices had soaked it every time and it had the strongest smell and nice feel to the cloth as well.
My adventure with Anki began when I stole one of her panties to jerk off to, it was another pair of black ones but cotton and with a lace trim but not the sexy ones like I'd seen those years earlier. My mom spotted me lurking in the laundry room and asked what I was doing there. I mumbled something about looking for some clothes and rushed away.
In my hurry, I was stopped by Anki's voice, she said, 'You dropped something.'
I turned to pick it up and froze as I saw Anki was nearly there bending to pick it up. Before I could even register what was happening I realised that I had dropped Anki's panties. She picked them up and I just saw her jaw drop. Her mouth resembled an O for a few minutes but she was spared the need to say anything as my mom walked into the room. I don't know where Anki hid the panties but they were out of sight.
Anki wouldn't catch my eye, so I assumed the worst that she was going to tell my mom about this at some point, but the blow never came. I gave it plenty of time to settle down in the meantime, and things returned to normal, and neither of us mentioned it.
After a few weeks, I started to notice some strange behaviour from Anki though, she insisted that I call her Aunty. As if that wasn't enough, she started imposing her presence on me wherever I went, like I was not to be trusted.
But one day, I realised what had changed. I had fallen asleep watching something and Anki was on the couch next to me. I could hear her moaning and grunting but it was stifled. I dared to shift a bit to see her and it looked like she had her hand inside her pyjama shorts and was rubbing herself. The fingers of her other hand were in her mouth, which explained the stifled sounds.
The fact that my aunt was so horny she was masturbating next to me on the couch and that she hadn't reported my panty crime emboldened me. I decided to push my luck.
Now I would lean into these situations where I could touch and feel Aunty Anki. When we were sitting next to each other, I'd leave a hand on her thigh or feel her hip and waist when I hugged her. She still had said nothing against it.
I don't know if I would've been emboldened to do anything beyond just lingering touches and longing looks if it hadn't been for one incident that sort of nudged me to actively engage with Anki aunty.
I had just come home after a few weeks away spent with friends in another city. I came home to a regular home and hugged my mum and then Anki aunty, as usual lingering a bit longer than usual before putting my things away and washing up. We had dinner together and sat down to watch TV. After a while my mom went to bed, but Anki aunty and I were still watching.
I went to get a snack from the fridge after a while and couldn't find anything except icecream so I took a couple of cups for me and Anki aunty. When I went back Anki aunty wasn't around though, so I put her cup next to me and went back to the show. I had thought Anki aunty might've gone to bed but she came back in a bit and sat down. She jumped back up a moment later with a tiny scream and clutching her bum.
She had sat in the icecream.
I apologised profusely and ran to get tissues. I came back and handed them to her one by one as she wiped the icecream off her nightie and I got to work on the couch. I muttered about how my mom was going to kill me and she spoke about how she loved the nightie but we both chuckled every now and then at the silliness of it.
