For the fifth day in a row I wake up before my 6am alarm and sigh dejectedly. It's been a week since my girlfriend, of 3 years, broke up with me and the pain hasn't lessened. I roll out of bed and peak through the curtains to be greeted by the dark, grey city of London. I run my hand through my hair as I remember the night before. In a haze of whisky and wine, having just pleasured myself to my usual fantasy of fucking my aunt stupid, I booked a month-long holiday to Malaysia- the country of my birth and location of the majority of my family. Losing my girlfriend had taken its toll, but in the back of my mind I was beginning to formulate a plan to finally live my fantasy.
My name's Brad. I'm 24, was born in Malaysia and grew up in Australia. I played sport every other day and went to the gym in between. I considered myself quite good looking, and my girlfriend never disagreed! I wasn't as bulky as some of my friends, instead I preferred being toned and lean. I have jet black hair, and last measured myself at around 180cm. I have always been attracted to Asian women, such as my (now ex-) girlfriend. We moved to London to further our careers, which meant leaving our families behind. It was tough for the both of us and in the end she broke up with me to move back home. But that's all in the past.
As I walk through the arrivals gate at the airport, I wearily scan the mass of eager faces welcoming us passengers. I spot my family driver and make my way over.
"Flight ok?" he asked.
"Can't complain." I replied. That was the end of the conversation, and as we made our way from the airport to the family home on the outskirts of the city of Kuala Lumpur, I cleared my mind and focussed on the first stage of my plan.
"Welcome!" my grandma shrieked excitedly, as I walked through the big oak doors and into the sitting room of the family home. I had never lived here, but it was where my family had all its gatherings and celebrations for generations. My grandma lived here with the family maid, my uncle (who is my dad's brother) and aunty. My grandpa had passed away over 10 years ago. I hugged my grandma and greeted the maid, both of whom commented on how tall and handsome I was. You know, typical Asian family stuff. My uncle emerged from his bedroom down the hall and raised his hand in greeting.
"Your aunty is at the gym; she should be home soon." he muttered. I looked at the clock, and was surprised to see that it was 8am- she must be committed.
"Why don't you go up to the spare room and get settled?" the maid suggested. I smiled and thanked the family for their welcome and waved goodbye to the driver.
The family home was a big, two-story house, and as you walked past the sitting room the house opened up to the dining room. My uncle and aunty's room was on the left and the kitchen was on the right. On either side of the kitchen was the laundry room and a big bathroom. The second floor was made up of my grandma's room, a second sitting room, the maid's room and two spare rooms connected by a bathroom. I made myself at home in the spare room furthest down the hall.
After a shower, I went back downstairs and my uncle handed me a cup of strong coffee. Just as I said my thanks, my aunty walked through the doors. She is around 45 years old and had always been a good looking woman, albeit with a flat ass and small breasts, and dressed much younger than her age. This is what had triggered my fascination with her about 11 years ago when I was thirteen years old. We were celebrating Chinese New Year and she strolled out of her room in a tight red dress with a split up to her mid-thigh. My eyes must've been the size of saucers, thankfully no one noticed and I quickly composed myself. Anyway, enough reminiscing.
I hadn't seen her for 18 months, and my aunty had obviously spent that time in the gym, and in the sun, as she was toned, tanned and had the ass of a porn star. She was taller than most Asian women- around 170cm- and wore her hair in a ponytail with a strand falling either side of her face, which had always been attractive.
She was in her gym gear- a grey sports bra barely covered by a tight singlet and yoga pants which appeared to be covering a thong. I felt my lust stirring as she grinned and came over for a hug.
"Aunty! So nice to see you again. You look fantastic!" I said as we broke apart.
"Brad, it's been far too long! So sorry to hear about your breakup." She said, as she affectionately put her hand on my face.
I bowed my head and said "Yeah, it's been a rough few weeks."
"Well I'm always here if you need anything!" my aunty said, immediately perking up. "I'm going to have a shower, I'm absolutely knackered!" she said, walking towards her bedroom, I watched her go, admiring her ass, which was mesmerising. She glanced back as she entered her room, catching my gaze for a moment, then closed the door. I knew I had to make my fantasy a reality and fuck her. The revelation that was her ass was a pleasant surprise, and made me all the more determined.
After weeks of planning, it was time to take action. My aunt's room was right by the stairs, and at about 11pm that first night, when everyone had gone to bed and the house was quiet and dark, I descended and made sure to cough as I reached the bottom. I paused, then continued to the kitchen in the pretence that I was getting some water.
I lingered in the kitchen for a minute, then made my way back up the stairs and started climbing. Hearing some movement from the bedroom, I slowed down. But nothing transpired and I continued back to my room. The anticipation was killing me and it looked like I had failed on my first night, but would keep at it. I got into bed and grabbed my rock-hard cock and furiously pleasured myself, the image of my aunty bouncing up and down on my cock with her perfect ass making me cum in a few minutes. I frowned and realised I had to up my game for the real thing.
It wasn't until the third night that it happened. I was filling up my water bottle, when I heard the kitchen door slide open, then shut softly. I turned to see my aunty dressed in a short, lace nighty. I gazed from her long, sexy legs up her body and finally to her eyes.
"Strange routine you have going, Brad. Can't you sleep?" She said quietly, maintaining eye contact.
"Jetlag's a bitch, but I'm doing ok. Not being able to go to the gym hasn't helped." I replied, running a hand over my shoulder and down my arm.
"A fit guy like you, I can imagine." She took a slow, deliberate step forward. I smiled, trying to ignore the fact my mouth had just gone dry, and decided to take control.
I took two steps forward until I was right in front of her and said "You've clearly been working out too- you were gorgeous the last time I saw you and you look even better now." She smiled humbly, looking down and breaking eye contact while moving away slightly, so that she was up against the counter.
"Uncle is a lucky guy." I said, growing in confidence, and moved forward so that my aunty was sandwiched between me and the counter. I brushed a strand of hair out of her face as she looked back into my eyes.
"What are you doing Brad?" she whispered, "I'm your aunt."
