----The following takes place around 18 months after Chapter 3 finished----
I had been staring at my phone for the last 10 minutes and a single message from my dad was staring back:
"Grandma has passed away. Funeral in 4 days."
I had been so caught up in work that I hadn't been back to Malaysia since I started the affair with my aunty. I had called a few times, but nothing more than that. I felt guilty, and desperately sad.
3 days later, I touched down at KL International Airport. It was Thursday night, the day before the funeral.
I caught a cab to my hotel, as the family home was already full of relatives, my parents included. I gazed blankly out of the window, when a thought that I had been suppressing for the last week resurfaced.
My Aunty was back in KL to finalise the divorce from my uncle. She had spent 6 months in Europe, and for the past year or so had tried to make things up with my uncle. But she had eventually insisted on a divorce. My uncle was devastated, and my grandma had died seeing him slowly become an alcohol and put on weight.
They would be divorced soon, meaning she would no longer be my aunty...
I angrily shook myself out of these thoughts.
After checking in and unpacking, I had a shower. It was about 9pm local time, 2pm London time, so I wasn't tired at all. I turned on the TV to try and pass the time, when there was a knock at the door.
I put a robe on and opened the door.
My aunty stood in the doorway, wearing the tight-fitting red dress that had first attracted me to her all those years ago.
We stared at each other, then both of us impulsively reached for the other, pulling each other close, opening our lips to let our tongues duel.
I pulled her inside my room and continued to kiss her passionately.
She undid my robe and I shrugged it off, letting it pool at my feet. Then my aunty pushed me onto the bed, and walked over. She undid her dress and stepped out of it, completely nude except for her 4.5-inch-high heels. She straddled my midriff and bent down to kiss me.
I flipped her over and started kissing down her body, starting from her neck. Soon I was kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs, licking the pussy I had come to know so well.
My aunty was moaning and holding my face tightly between her legs. Soon she started quivering and burst into a huge orgasm.
I got up and crawled on top of her.
She was breathing heavily, but bit her lip and spread her legs for me.
I needed no encouragement, sank my cock into her pussy and groaned at the pleasure.
She wrapped her legs around me and pulled my lips to her, while I started thrusting hard.
Soon we were both moaning and panting and we had an electric mutual orgasm.
I rolled off my aunty and stared at the ceiling, both of us still not having said a word to the other.
We lay in silence for about 15 minutes, when she reached over to start stroking my cock slowly. I got very hard, very quick and she took a deep breath before rolling on top of me and mounting my dick.
We locked eyes as she slowly slid down my cock, paused, then rose back up again.
She rode me for 10 minutes before her breathing started becoming ragged and came again.
I pushed her off and got onto my knees behind her. She was on all fours in front of me in an instant and I immediately slipped back inside her and started fucking her doggy style.
I gripped her waist and started slamming her amazing ass against my abs. She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and soon I was the one panting, close to the point of orgasm.
My aunty freed herself and turned around, rubbing my cock furiously and positioning her luscious lips around the head of my cock.
I had a big cum, shooting several loads into her mouth, which she swallowed, and moaned contentedly.
I sat back against the headboard as she went to the bathroom to clean up.
When she came out again, dressed in a robe, she sat next to me and sighed.
We talked long into the night about her travels, her relationship with my uncle, my grandma and finally, us.
We made love once more that night, tenderly, slowly, and passionately. We cried out the other's name, and held each other close, falling asleep entwined soon after.
The next morning, I woke up extremely drowsy. I hadn't slept much, and my aunty was still sleeping next to me. I got into the shower to try and freshen up, and my aunty joined me soon after. We held each other under the warm water and kissed, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. I was soon giving her an orgasm with my two fingers rubbing her clit and the rest up her pussy.
She sank to her knees and proceeded to give me a blowjob, rubbing my balls in one hand and stroking my shaft with the other. Her head bobbed up and down relentlessly, and it wasn't long before I pulled my cock from her mouth and furiously masturbated until I shot ropes onto her face and breasts.
She smiled as she washed it off, then stood up and hugged me.
My aunty had explained the previous night that she was coming to the funeral as my uncle thought it was appropriate, but would otherwise act as a guest, rather than a relative. She caught a cab from the hotel before me, so that we would arrive at the funeral separately.
During the cab ride to the funeral I thought over the long discussion I had with my aunty the previous night. After she had left me in London 18 months ago, she had travelled Europe for 6 months before returning to KL to try and sort things out with my uncle. They had lived together then separately for the next year, and eventually accepted that they no longer loved each other. My uncle had taken it much harder than her, and for that she felt an immeasurable amount of guilt. My grandma's passing had just compounded the misery.
She had thought about me a lot, and even though she had slept with another man, she still yearned for me. And to be honest, I still yearned for her. Mel had left London a few months before my grandma's passing to work in America, leaving me hurting and alone. When I saw my aunty again it had brought up feelings of comfort, passion and lust.
We talked about us, about how we felt and what we would do. Officially, she was no longer my aunty, and she asked me to call her by her first name, Jade. We gazed into each other's eyes for a while after that, before making love for the third and final time that night.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by my arrival to the funeral home.
The funeral was tough and emotional. I didn't cry, but my chest felt like there was a vice around it. I consoled my mum and dad, and they hugged me back.
Eventually, we made our way out of the church and into the adjoining hall, where caterers were busy preparing for the wake.
During the wake, I was speaking to my parents, when I saw Jade standing by herself near the back of the room. She was looking straight at me, then walked slowly towards a doorway.
I excused myself from my parents, claiming to need the bathroom. Instead, I followed Jade.
I walked through the doorway into a long, narrow corridor that had alcoves every few meters. Jade was standing in the shadows of one further down the hallway.
I walked quickly over to her, and she pulled me close, tears in her eyes.
We hugged for a few minutes, not saying a word, until she pulled away and raised her lips to mine.
We kissed slowly and tenderly, but it started to become more passionate. I was anxious that I had been gone too long and that we were quite exposed if someone were to walk past us, but I knew what Jade wanted.
I raised her dress above her hips while she undid my pants and my cock sprang out. I picked her up and pressed her against the wall, her legs wrapping around me. Our lips clashed and she moaned quietly.
I lowered her onto my cock, and was unsurprised to find her pussy already soaking.
I fucked Jade vigorously but quietly, sliding her up and down the wall as I thrust into her.
We both came, breathing hard and moaning through pursed lips.
We both neatened ourselves and hurried back to the wake, hoping no one would suspect the taboo act we had just added to our list.
After the wake, I returned to the family home to spend time and remember my grandma. Jade had gone back to her apartment.
Eventually everyone got tired, and a cousin dropped me off at my hotel.
