Disclaimer: This story has all characters of age 18 and above. It is fictional and written for pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Your feedback is welcome.
Sweet aunty was a gem of a person. Her name was Pari, which meant Angel in Hindi. She was a sweet, loving and caring person. She was a professor and used to work really hard. Tumultuous times during her childhood had imbibed a sense of responsibility in her which led to her disciplined work ethic. She taught in the best college in Mumbai and was already taking up new responsibilities as an associate professor at such a young age of 36. She was married to a overseas trading merchant who was away most of the time due to obvious trips. She used to teach us children back when we were in school and made sure that we were focused on our studies. She also cared a lot about family and loved everyone of us. Her love was so genuine that she was mostly innocent in her perspective towards her cared ones.
I, Neel, (meaning magical blue in Hindi) also loved her dearly as I saw her as a gaurdian figure right from my childhood where she was more of a friend than an aunt. I was comfortable with her and loved her thoroughly. As I grew up I never understood that I actually had subconsciously started liking being with her more and more. She lives about an hour from our house in Mumbai, which meant frequent get togethers as well.
I had never noted these subtly different feelings since I always liked her and we had a great time together.
After starting getting into college I had to move away from home to a different city. I used to miss all my family and especially, sweet aunty. When I got a job, that's the time I could finally come home. Covid had just begun and that's how I started working from home. Being one of the best engineering colleges in India, I had to study a lot and that meant I didn't really get time to have anything more than short term relationships. I didn't really watch adult films or anything else. I occasionally read some erotica.
So, when the first incident of watching her, in the house at Pune occurred it set a storm of fire inside me. I immediately felt immense guilt but couldn't control my incredibly raw feelings that yearned for more. It was like all that restraint I had developed at my engineering had come undone.