I found some old short stories written long time ago when I was a teenager for a Polish website that no longer exists. Even though these were my first attempts, I thought that maybe still they would make someone's time more pleasant, and at the same time be an interesting example of the evolution of my work.
The story is pure fantasy. The similarity of names, places and situations is accidental.
English is not my main language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes caused by using a translator. Enjoy.
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Hi. My name is Ralph and I am 18 years old. I am quite tall and athletic for my age. Black short hair, muscular figure. I was sitting in my room playing on the computer when suddenly my mother came in.
"Listen Ralphy, dad and I are going to the mountains for 3 days in next week. The problem is that my sister Betty is flying in from France at the same time. Will you manage and greet your auntie properly?" she asked.
"No problem," I replied.
I saw aunt Elizabeth for the last time a few years ago, when she was still living in the country. 5 years ago she moved to Paris. The week flew by quickly and before I knew it I was saying goodbye to my parents. When they pulled out of the driveway I went to the living room, comfortably lay down on the couch and turned on the TV. After 3 hours of watching everything that was on I had enough and was already reaching for the remote when suddenly I heard the doorbell. I quickly got up and ran to open the door. My aunt was standing in the doorway.
"Hello Raphie!" she exclaimed in a clearly audible French accent and threw her arms around my neck.
"Good morning, auntie," I replied and suggested, "Would you like something to drink?"
"You know what, I'd love to. Do you have any wine?" she asked.
"I'm sure we can find something."
"In that case, pour me a glass... For yourself too, your parents are out of town," she said with a smile.
I poured two glasses of some red wine from my parents' bar as she asked and put the bottle on the table in the living room. We started talking about everything and nothing and before we realized it we had drunk two bottles of wine and the clock showed 10pm.
"I think it's time to go," Elizabeth said and stood up.
"I'll take you to your room," I said quickly and grabbed her suitcase. We went up the stairs to the second floor and turned towards the bedroom. "This is it. If you need anything I'm here," I pointed to the door to my room.
"Thanks a lot Ralphie," she replied and kissed me on the cheek, after which we parted ways.
I lay down for 15 minutes waiting for some of the alcohol to leave my system, then I stripped down to my underwear and went towards the bathroom. Passing Elizabeth's bedroom I stopped for a moment and looked through the ajar door. Inside, next to the bed, stood my aunt, taking off her clothes. Looking at her from this perspective, I had to admit that despite being almost 40 years old, she was still an attractive woman. She was maybe 175 cm tall and had appetizing curves. She wore glasses with thick, black frames that matched her black hair. Large breasts and butt, and long legs that crowned the work. Beth, unaware of my presence, was taking off her shirt. Sensually unbuttoning each successive button, then throwing it on the bed like an ordinary rag. Now it was time for the skirt, which was extremely tight. With a slow movement, she unzipped the zipper on her butt and slid the skirt down from her round hips to the height of her ankles. She quickly stepped out of it, causing two quiet clicks of her stiletto heels. She was now standing in just her underwear. Black, lacy, in a word - sexy. She bent down to pick up the clothes and at that moment she noticed me.
"Yes, Ralph?" she asked with a smile, looking at the tent in my boxers that I was unable to hide.
"I just wanted to ask if aunty would like to use the bathroom, because I wanted to take a bath," I replied, embarrassed.
"No, no. You can go," she said and lifted her skirt from the ground, showing most of her breasts.
I quickly closed the door and went to the bathroom. I turned on the warm water in the shower and pulled down my boxers, from which my erect penis jumped out. I stepped under the stream of water, but unable to forget the sight from a moment ago, I grabbed my dick and started masturbating. After less than 5 minutes, Beth entered the bathroom.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry Ralph. I forgot you were here," she said and quickly left.
"That was weird," I thought. "I just told her I was coming, maybe she wanted to get back at me for spying on her?"