Chapter 1 Whispers In The Shadows

In the society where I was born and raised, topics like sex were considered private and rarely discussed openly. By the time I turned 18, I had some theoretical understanding of it but no real-world experiences or exposure.

Around this time, I got admission to an engineering college in Bengaluru, where my mother's younger sister, Sailaja, lived with her husband, Anand, and their six-month-old daughter. My parents decided I would stay with them, partly so they could ensure I had a good environment and to give Sailaja some company, as Anand often traveled for business.

Sailaja, then 34, had been married to Anand, 48, for over a decade. They had struggled with infertility due to Anand's health issues but eventually blessed with a daughter after years of medical treatment and perseverance. Before becoming a mother, Sailaja had completed her MBA and was deeply involved in her husband's business. With the arrival of the baby, however, Anand encouraged her to focus on family life, which she embraced wholeheartedly.

Aunt Sailaja was not only beautiful but feminine and very sensual. Now, after the birth of her daughter, she had put on a little weight but all the same very desirable with her big breasts and bottoms, while her husband had become fat, bald and pot-bellied. I was thrilled to be living in Bangalore but much more at being able to live in the same house with my aunt. My infatuation got the better of me and I started to court her very subtly like I would a girl, not making it too plain to her, and I could see that she liked all the attention I am giving her.

At this time, Auntie was still breastfeeding her daughter, and I was looking forward to seeing her breast. But woe me, she never breastfed in my presence. Three months passed by, and I settled down nicely, bonding well with my aunt and occasionally flirting with her, which she did not seem to mind.

One day, when my uncle was away on one of his business trips, I happened to be sitting with Auntie in the den after dinner, watching the TV, when the baby started crying. At this time, she just picked up her baby, opened her blouse, lifted her bra and started feeding her after after adjusting her sari to cover her breast. All this time, I was straining to see her breast, and I did get a glimpse, which at once gave me an erection, so I tried to hide my erection from her. After the feeding was over, I got another glimpse of her breast along with the turgid brown nipples when she removed the sleeping baby and laid her down.

My cock was so hard and about to burst, so I stood up to go to my room, trying to hide the tent in my shorts, but Auntie saw it, and I turned crimson while she smiled and looked away. In the privacy of my room, I masturbated with the images of her breast, and I came so hard my cock just kept on jerking, staying hard for some time. I wondered whether she deliberately showed me her breast, as she had never breastfed her baby in front of me before.

The next day, when I went for breakfast, I realised that she had her sari loosely around her, and I could see the shape of her blouse encased breast. Was she trying to show me some sign, I wondered. This made me remember the sight of her breast that I saw last night so I went to my room, and after pulling my shorts down, I laid down on the bed, closed my eyes, and started to masturbate, imagining that I was fucking my Auntie Sailaja.

Just as I reached my orgasm, the door opened, and aunt Sailaja stood there staring at my cock while I ejaculated. She had come to call me for breakfast. I was so ashamed and tried to cover my cock when she abruptly closed the door and went away. I could not face her, but I had to apologise, so I went to the kitchen and told her that I was sorry. She answered that it was okay but that I should behave in future.

Meanwhile, Sailaja was dazed to see such a big cock as she had not seen any other cock except that of her husband, which was much smaller. She wondered how Varun, who is just a boy, could have a cock so big when her husband's is so tiny, and how it would be to have such a big cock inside her. All these thoughts made her nipples erect and she could feel the tingling sensation and the wetness in her vagina. At this time, she chastised herself for having these incestuous thoughts and wondered if she was out of her mind to even imagine of Varun in these ways. But the sight of Varun's big and long erect cock ejaculating so powerfully kept coming back to her mind.

She had noticed Varun eyeing her breasts and buttocks but at the same time she loved the company and the attention she was receiving from Varun and secretly wanted him, but she was scared. She remembered the evening in the den during her husband's absence when, in an impulsive mood, had exposed her breast to him in breastfeeding her baby even if it was just a glimpse. She had even noticed the tent in his shorts, and with her daughter suckling her breast, she felt herself becoming wet.

Sailaja was a very sexy woman and unsatisfied sexually with her husband she had resorted to masturbation many times as she knew that it too risky trying to have an affair with other some other man. She consoled herself that she could always masturbate and had resigned to her fate until Varun, her nephew, arrived on the scene.

She loved all the attention Varun gave her as hers was an arranged marriage and she had married noticeably young. Varun was handsome, and she had secretly watched his body when he was lazing around the house, only in his shorts. She imagined if they were to become lovers, they would have a lot of opportunities as her husband was away most of the time on business tours.

The thought that if her nephew became her lover, it would be within the house, and no one would know excited her. She wondered if she was slowly falling in love with her nephew, or whether it was sexual attraction.

I came home in the evening to find that my uncle had gone on tour again for a week. I was happy at the thought that I might be able to see Auntie's breast when she breastfed the baby. As if on cue, in the evening, while we were watching the TV, the baby started to cry, and Auntie lifted her onto her lap. I was looking at her actions intently when suddenly she looked me in the eyes and smiled to herself while she opened her blouse, freed one of her breasts from the bra and started to feed the baby.

Today, the process was slow, unlike the other day when she did it hurriedly, and I caught quite a nice look at her breast, which was swollen with brown aureoles and thick, elongated nipples. My cock was so hard, and the outline was visible, but I made no effort to hide it. When I looked up at my aunt, I saw her looking at my crotch area, and I made my cock twitch. She must have seen it as she quickly looked away.

After some time, when the baby finished, she got up and laid the baby down on the crib. In the process, I could see her breasts. I stole quick peeks of aunt's bare breast. I was shocked - and excited - at my aunt's sudden casual display of nudity in front of me. My cock was twitching by itself. I thought I was going to come there when Auntie suddenly smiled and went to her room with the baby.

I put off the TV and while going to my room, I saw her door was partially open, so I peeped and saw that she was changing into her nightgown. She was standing near the bed with just her bra and petticoat. With a deft movement, she unhooked her bra and kept it aside while her breast swung freely. Oh, I was so horny by the sight that the moment I touched my cock, it erupted. I quickly went to my room, but my cock was still erect. I recapitulated all the images and masturbated again.

The next evening, we watched an English movie on the TV. We were seated together on the sofa but not touching each other. The movie was about a woman cheating on her husband, and there were a lot of lovemaking scenes. I got erect, and she saw it. Her breathing became irregular, and I could sense that she was also aroused. So, I leaned slightly and touched her hand when the movie came to another lovemaking scene. She jerked her hand as if a scalding rod touched her. Shocked, she said, "Why did you do that? How can you? I am such a bad auntie to you, and I have not been able to teach you the right things. What will I say to my sister?"

"You're the best auntie," I said, gently retaking her hand. "And if it means anything to you, I need to confess something--I love you." My voice dropped to a whisper. "More than you can imagine." I hesitated, then continued, my heart pounding. "I want us to be friends, Auntie, and that means I have to be honest. This is hard to say, but... you're the most desirable woman in the world to me. I love you deeply, more than words can express. I know you might hate me for laying this all bare, but I can't keep it inside anymore."

I don't know where I found the courage to say all of it, but my aunt calmly replied, "I've noticed the way you look at me, but this isn't right. You're like a son to me. It's not uncommon for boys to have a crush on their mothers or aunts."

"It's more than a crush, Auntie. I love you," I said earnestly.

"Varun," she sighed, "you need to focus on your studies. Once you finish, I'll talk to your mother about finding you a wonderful girl to marry. For now, concentrate on your future."

"Auntie," I said, undeterred, "you know I am doing well in my studies, but you must also know that I will always love you, even when I grow up. Don't you have any feelings for me?"

Sailaja sighed and replied firmly, "That's not right, Varun. I am your uncle's wife, and this is a boundary we cannot cross. We live in the same house, so I need you to promise me that you'll respect our relationship and behave properly. If you do not, I will have no choice but to speak with your parents and consider other arrangements."

Reluctantly, I gave her my word that I would control my feelings and act appropriately. From that moment on, Sailaja and I tried to maintain the semblance of a typical aunt-nephew relationship. Yet, beneath the surface, an unspoken tension lingered.

Sailaja found herself reflecting more on Varun's unexpected confession. His attention, while unsettling at first, began to affect her in ways she had not expected. She could not deny the charm in his words or the subtle warmth in his demeanour, even as she reminded herself of the boundaries she had set.

At the same time, her relationship with Anand, her husband, felt increasingly distant. Focused solely on his work and financial ambitions, he left little room for emotional connection or companionship. This emotional void made Sailaja more aware of Varun's presence, though she stayed resolute in upholding her principles.

For Varun, the feelings were no less intense. He struggled to suppress the growing emotions for his aunt, finding himself drawn to her kindness, beauty, and grace. While he wrestled with these emotions, he also recognised the need to respect the boundaries his aunt Sailaja had made clear.