Note: everyone mentioned in this story was over 18 at the time of the encounter.
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I had been fantasizing about my mother for years now. I even went as far as to claim the neighbor, and she was more than willing to pretend to be my mom.
Well, as my fantasies continued I was able to have my first experience in incest at the least likely of times. Surprisingly, this experience was with my aunt. A woman I always admired but never dreamed I would one day share a bed with.
To describe her, she was my father's youngest sister and 18 years older than me. With dark hair, brown eyes and the signature fiery will that comes with being Italian.
I found out that fire burned in the bedroom as well.
I am not sure how it even happened.
I was in town for my grandmother's funeral and we stayed at my aunt's house. Nothing took place on night one that made me believe it could happen. Now, of all my relative, she was the one I was closest too. But it never felt sexual.
Anyway, I woke on Day 2 and took a shower as everyone was preparing to go to the funeral. As I was drying off, I heard the door open behind me. I turned to warn whoever it was that I was in there, but it was too late. There was my aunt, staring at me. There was an awkward silence that seemed to last forever before she apologized and left, closing the door behind her
I quickly finished knowing her and others would need to get in there. As I left, I saw her still looking at me, but really didn't pay it much attention.
The rest of the day went about as normal as you'd expect for a funeral. Afterwards, my cousins, brothers and I went to a nearby bar and had a few drinks. We even sang some karaoke to celebrate my grandmother's memories.
We didn't stay too late, and left after I had just a couple beers. We got back to my aunt's house, and she was still up. As everyone came in, she offered us a drink. I said sure, but everyone else went to bed.
My aunt went to the kitchen and grabbed me a beer. I sat on the couch and saw she was watching a movie. I didn't even notice that she sat right next to me despite us being the only two there.
After a few minutes of silence, she apologized for barging in on me that morning. I told her to forget about it and that it was my fault for not locking the door as I normally would. She said, "there is no way I can forget about it."