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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Hello. My name is Ralph and I am currently 21 years old. I would like to tell you a story that happened 3 years ago. It was the holidays. I was terribly bored in the city and I had no money for any trip. Finally, after 3 weeks, I came up with the idea of going to my extended family in the suburbs of a small town. It didn't take much money and my aunt and uncle would definitely agree. I arranged everything with my parents and after talking to my uncle, I was guaranteed a two-week stay near the mountains, so two days later I was already sitting on the train.
My uncle Robert picked me up from the train station. He was about 40 years old, had slightly gray hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He greeted me warmly after almost 10 years of no contact and after a short conversation we went to his house. The house was large, similar to others in the area. Gray plaster, black roof, it looked modern.
"Come on in. I'll get the suitcases," my uncle said when we parked in the driveway.
I quickly walked to the door and went inside. In the hallway I saw aunt Izabelle. 10 years ago I didn't pay attention to it, but now I noticed that she was quite a performer. She was maybe 34 years old, but her figure could make many younger girls jealous. Slim waist, long legs, shapely bottom and large breasts. Intensely red hair was tied back at the back of her head. A flowing, white blouse fell loosely, covering her ample breasts. Tightly fitted jeans hugged her athletic legs and firm bottom. High, light heels complemented it. The woman quickly ran up to me and hugged me tightly.
"You're finally here, Ralphie. I've missed you so much, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
"That's true, Auntie," I replied.
"Come to the living room, I'll bring you something to eat right away, you must be hungry."
"Yes, thank you very much."
After 10 minutes, my aunt came with a whole plate of sandwiches and iced tea. My uncle and I sat down at the table and started talking. During the conversation, I learned about the surrounding areas, about Camilla, their daughter, who is currently at camp but is supposed to come back in a few days, they also told me about themselves, etc. etc.
The days passed pleasantly. I went fishing with my uncle, helped him in the workshop. We also found common ground with my aunt, to the point that once I even helped her choose underwear in the store. After 4 days, it turned out that uncle Rob had to go away for 3 days (something wrong at the headquarters of his transport company), but when he came back, he would immediately take Camilla home from camp, because he would have something on the way. So I was left alone with aunt Izzy. We spent our time mainly on long evening conversations about everything, because I spent days getting to know the area.
One day, my aunt came back from shopping carrying two heavy bags of food. She threw them on the doorstep and lay down on the couch.
"I'm exhausted," she said, "Everything hurts."
"Can I help you, auntie?" I asked, stepping closer.
"I guess not... Or you know what, Ralphie? Could you rub my back and shoulders?"
"Sure, no problem."
"So come to the bedroom, there'll be more room there," she said, and quickly left the living room.
When I entered the bedroom, aunt was already lying on her stomach. I went closer, sat down next to her, and began to massage her shoulders. My hands massaged her body through the material of her white shirt, accompanied by my aunt's groans. Then I moved them to her shoulder blades, waist, and all the way to the edge of her firm bottom.
"If you sit astride my legs, it would probably be easier for you," she suggested as if nothing had happened.
I was embarrassed and blushed. I pulled my hands away from her body and tried to think through the suggestion I had just made.
"You don't have to be ashamed, Ralphie, it's just a massage," Izzy said, feeling that I'm embarrassed.
"Why not?" I thought, and sat down on aunt Izzy's beautiful legs and continued the massage. After a while, I felt my penis harden.
"Wait, I'll take off this shirt and lower my skirt a bit," interrupted my aunt, "It'll be easier for you."
So I got off Izabelle and sat down next to her. I watched as she unbuttoned more buttons with her graceful fingers, revealing her large breasts hidden under a black, sexy bra. She threw her shirt on the floor and started working on the zipper of her skirt. She slowly unzipped it and slid the skirt down to the middle of her butt, then lay down on her stomach again, waiting for the next massage. I sat astride her legs, having the black, lace panties on my aunt's wonderful ass in front of me. My dick swelled like never before, but I returned to the massage. With each subsequent bending over to reach her shoulders, I rubbed it against my aunt's ass, but as if not noticing anything, I continued massaging.
After 5 minutes, Izzy turned her head towards me and said with an amused expression, "I think you've grown something there."
"I. I don't know...", I tried to say something, red as a beetroot.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," she turned around and slid out from under me so that now my crotch was at the height of her ankles. "Tell me. Do you like me?"
"Well... Auntie is quite nice. You have a beautiful body and everything..."
She smiled flirtatiously, still glancing at my swollen boxers every now and then.
"Have you ever seen breasts in real life?" she asked and when I nodded, she added, "I guess at your age you should have already done that."
