Chapter 4 Uneasy Love

We both felt very uneasy about the day Uncle would return from his foreign trip. Auntie reminded me that once he was back, we would need to act like nothing more than a typical nephew and aunt, as she was anxious about keeping appearances. At the same time, we could not help but feel excited when he finally arrived, bringing various foreign gifts for both of us. I was fully satiated and occupied with all those foreign gadgets. In the evening, I slept alone, imagining what my uncle and aunt might be doing. I felt jealous as the thought of them sleeping together in the same bed crossed my mind. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

The next three days were agonising for me as my uncle stayed home, relaxing after his foreign tour. His constant presence made it impossible for me to be near Auntie, and the sudden distance after all the intimacy we had shared was frustrating. On the fourth day, when I returned from college, I found Auntie alone with the baby. Without a word, I approached her and embraced her. In the silence, I leaned in and kissed her, gently caressing her.

As usual, I made her sit on the bed and lay my head on her lap. She opened her blouse and bra and, lifting her breast, fed the nipple into my mouth. Like a starved child, I sucked on her nipple greedily as I was rewarded with a rich flow of her breast milk. I kept up my sucking and drank all the milk that flowed out of her breast as she opened my pants and started to rub my cock. After three days of abstinence, my cock was full of jism, and it was so hard. After draining one of her breasts, I got up and undressed her completely, and as she lay on the bed fully naked, I undressed myself. I dove right into her vagina and started to lick her. She was wet, and her vaginal juice was flowing out like a fountain; Aunt kept moaning out loud as I licked her and inserted my fingers into her vagina. Immediately, she reached her orgasm as she moaned out loud. I moved on top of her directing my cock into her vagina. Like a receptacle, her vagina engulfed my cock, and I filled her up.

She embraced me as I lowered my mouth to her breast. I suckled her breast, drinking her milk as I started to pump my cock inside her vagina. She pushed her hips against mine as I rocked her. She achieved another orgasm and raked my back with her fingers. I kept pumping into her vagina as her orgasm subsided and another one built up. I was now fast approaching my orgasm. So I spoke out for the first time since we started to make love, telling her that I was going to come and I wanted her to come with me. All she did was moan out louder and raise her hips to meet the thrust of my cock. My cock jerked inside her vagina and erupted into a fountain as I told her that I was coming. She also cried back, saying that she was coming, and both clung to each other as we revered in our sweet communion.

After the orgasm died down, I rolled down from her while she lay there limply, taking deep breaths. I cuddled her, and she cried. She told me she missed me so much. I hushed her and made her relax, telling her that I would always be there for her. Finally, good sense prevailed, and she dressed, saying Uncle might come home early. Then I told her that my semen was still inside her and if he wanted to make love, then he would know that another man had just fucked her. She started to despair and go to the bathroom to wash up, so I told her that I would clean it up with my mouth sucking out all the semen from her, provided she would drink it from my mouth. She smiled and readily agreed, saying that she missed the taste of my semen. When I opened her legs, her vagina was so soppy with my semen and her juice. At first, I just licked whatever was outside, teasing her clitoris.

She urged me to go faster. Then I placed my lips on her vagina and sucked hard to be rewarded with thick glops of my semen. I collected it in my mouth and kissed her, transferring it to her as she eagerly lapped it up. The process of cleaning out her vagina with my mouth continued, and, in the process, she had another orgasm. I wanted to continue for her to have more orgasms, but she told me that it was enough. We dressed and stepped out of the bedroom, heading to the kitchen for a quiet cup of tea. As we sat, Auntie confided that Uncle had been unusually attentive over the last few days. She explained that he had taken some medication during his trip abroad to boost his fertility, as he was eager for them to have another child soon.

I became thoughtful and told her that if she ever considered having another child, it should not be with him but with me. She seemed startled, reminding me that her fertile period was not for another week. I suggested she let her uncle believe her fertile period was now, and then, during her actual fertile time, we could be together. That way, if she conceived, her uncle would attribute it to the medication.

I shared how much I loved her and how deeply I wanted us to have a child together--a bond symbolising what we shared. She looked uncertain, torn between fear and hesitation, neither rejecting nor agreeing to the idea.

Later, my uncle arrived home, greeting us warmly. I left them; my thoughts were resolute. I knew Auntie's cycles well enough from our time together and decided to bring up the topic again at the right moment. I wanted her to choose this path willingly, without any doubts.

That night, the thought stayed with Varun. As he lay in bed, he pondered ways to convince Sailaja to embrace the idea. The following day, as we had breakfast, Auntie revealed something surprising: Uncle had learned that breastfeeding could delay pregnancy. He had asked her to stop nursing their daughter, Yashoda, who was now 11 months old, so that they could try for another child. Though initially disheartened, I realised this could work in our favour. Before leaving for college, Auntie leaned toward me and quietly said, "Come home early today--we need to talk."

Varun came home in the afternoon from college to find Auntie relaxing after completing her housework. On seeing Varun, she smiled and beckoned him to her lap, and as soon as he laid his head, she opened her blouse, unhooked her bra and offered her breast to be suckled.

As Varun sucked her long nipples, milk started to come, which he drank greedily. "Oh, my poor baby, drink all you want while it is there", she said. "Oh yes, baby, suck it like that."

Varun fondled the other breast and admired her pendulous breast with the blue veins. His cock became erect while breastfeeding from her breast, and she started to massage his cock. They went to his room and made love for a long time. Finally, Sailaja told Varun that their relationship had to end and that this would be their last time together.

Varun was devastated, but she insisted that he would respect her wishes if he truly loved her. She made him promise never to go against her decision and to keep everything that had happened between them a secret. The next day was the most miserable of Varun's life. The pain of losing her felt unbearable, and nothing seemed to ease his sorrow. As the days passed, his longing for her only grew stronger. Sailaja, meanwhile, acted as if nothing had ever happened, focusing on her daily routine.

A flash of anger shot through him. Anger in that he had been allowed to take part in the forbidden pleasures of incestuous love, and now he was forbidden to share this love with his aunt. And he had thought they had shared such a deep, enduring love. Couldn't she see how much he wanted her? This went on for weeks, and time seemed to pass by excruciating slow for Varun. He also realised that his aunt had stopped breastfeeding the baby. It was now more than three months since he last had intimacy with his aunt. Now, he had resigned to his fate after trying hard to win back her love and the intimacy they shared. She seemed determined to stop all this.

Varun noticed that his uncle was growing increasingly irritable as his efforts to get Sailaja pregnant again proved futile. His frustration seemed to spill over into anger, which he directed at Sailaja, leaving her visibly shaken and withdrawn. She became quieter, avoiding Varun's gaze and barely speaking to him when he tried to reach out.

Varun couldn't stop thinking about the intimacy they had once shared. The memory of their passionate moments lingered, and while their closeness had once brought him comfort, the distance between them now felt unbearable. Having her so near yet so far only intensified his longing, making it feel like he was being starved while crumbs were just out of reach.