I had written a detailed story about my life and posted the same. Every word of that story was true. Writing truth without revealing the true identity of persons has given me confidence to write further stories based on true incidents. This story is based on the true incidents of the life of a friend of mine who had himself narrated all this to me.
I'm writing the story from his side without revealing any names so as to avoid bringing in any fiction even to the minutest extent of giving fictitious names to the persons on whom it is based at the same time to avoid revealing their real identities. The story is being narrated/ written as if it is being done so by my friend himself.
I was 18 years old then and... without any girl friend. I stood 5'11" in height, well built and muscular yet a bit plump. I was exceptionally good in studies but lacked social interaction completely. My interaction with my relatives was also quite restricted because of my studious nature and lack of self-confidence.
All my aunts and uncles used to keep telling their kids to be studious like me, while I, on the other hand, used to wish that I should be more like their kids and enjoy life rather than to spend it in a closed room studying all the time. I had never had any attraction towards any female in particular. Of course, at my age then, the sexual urges were being handled by masturbating twice every day without any break while fantasizing about actresses.
Whenever any of my aunts used to visit us, even though they made it a point to interact with me, my introvert nature and lack of confidence made me either avoid meeting them or be with them for as little time as possible and then get back to my room and start studying.
One morning, an aunt who was my mother's first cousin came to stay with us for a couple of days. I did not remember having met her ever before. She was plump, not very tall with a wheatish complexion and definitely below 40 years of age. One could not call her pretty or attractive in any manner except for the fact that she was voluptuous.
As usual when I was called to meet aunt, as soon as I cast my eyes upon her, I had a strange feeling brewing up inside me which I could not understand. Instead of leaving after a couple of minutes as always, I kept sitting with her and my family members in the drawing room. I hardly interacted with anyone but could not make myself to leave the room.
The whole day I did not interact with aunt but kept coming out of my room on one pretext or the other only to have secret glimpses of her. At night, I was told that she would be sleeping in my room which had two separate beds. To sleep in my room at night was usually the trend with every relative who stayed at our house.
After wishing my parents good night, when I went to my room, I saw aunt about to lie down on the bed. I switched off the light but my cravings were beyond my control and after switching off the light, I went to her bed and gave her a hug and a kiss while wishing her good night. Her response was like that of any aunt... affectionate. Unable to control myself, I planted several kisses on her cheek and held her in a tight hug.
Apparently, she doubted my conduct and told me affectionately to go to my bed and sleep. Reluctantly, I went to my own bed and tried to go off to sleep. Realizing that I needed to relax my tool which had become rock hard, I went to the washroom to masturbate and subsequently, returned to my bed and went off to sleep.
The next morning, aunt left and I was left frustrated and helpless. I did not even have the courage to ask my mother as to when she would be coming again. But I do not know what had come over me, maybe it was the outbreak of sexual frustration inside me, that I regularly started masturbating while imagining myself to be in the arms of my aunt.
Days passed into months without any word from aunt when suddenly one day, I got a pleasant surprise when I got to know that she was coming to stay with us for a couple of days. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I heard the sound of her car coming in our drive. I knew, as usual, aunt would be sleeping in my room.
This time I had built up some level of confidence to attempt to make some subtle advances without which I knew I would only keep on masturbating rather than make aunt fall in love with me. I was aware of the risk involved in case anything backfired as the consequences would obviously be disastrous.
Aunt reached our house at about 9 AM that morning and after putting her luggage in my room, went and started chatting with my mother. After meeting her, I came to my room and started studying though my mind was far from the course book I was trying to read.
I was aware of the fact that the only way I could try any advancements would be when she would be alone with me in my room. But then I also had to keep myself confined to my room so that my mother would not have any doubt as to why I was coming and sitting with a particular relative, something which I had never done earlier.
After sometime, my mother had to go to the market to buy some household articles and my aunt was not willing to accompany her. So, aunt chose to stay back and watch television while waiting for my mother to return. As soon as mother left, aunt came to my room to freshen up a bit. I knew that my chance had come... it was now or never.
As aunt stood combing her hair before the mirror, I went and stood behind her and put my arms around her waist. I held my body tightly against hers and started rubbing my penis, which was erect and craving to be inside her, against her hips. Slowly I started planting kisses on the back of her neck.
Initially, there was no response from her. This emboldened me a bit and I started moving my hands all over her clothed stomach. Slowly I moved towards her side and started kissing her on her cheek. At this stage, it appeared she had understood my intentions.
Even though she made no attempt to push me away yet she told me that "someone might come." This sudden statement gave me a lot of courage as it made me realize that she knew my intentions but was scared of our getting caught. "Don't worry, nobody would come" I replied.
By then, my hormones had started showing their effect and I felt as if I was about to explode in my underwear. My hugs and kisses were getting more and more intimate with each passing second. "Your mother would get angry if she sees that you are not studying but rather... playing with your aunt." She said. The phrase 'playing with your aunt' escaped her lips with a bit of reluctance. Obviously, she did not know what else to say.
