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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The date of my departure was approaching inevitably and although the atmosphere was still relaxed I felt that auntie suspected something. Since the last situation with Camille she had not behaved as at the beginning when we had ended up in bed. She no longer rubbed against me, as if by accident in the kitchen. She no longer dressed so provocatively when we were alone, nor did she go into the bathroom when I was taking a bath to use the toilet, because she could no longer stand waiting for me to leave. She simply behaved like an aunt. Finally Saturday came. On Sunday morning I had a train home to return for the night. I woke up as usual and for a moment I looked at Camille sleeping higher up. Her leg was sticking out from under the blanket and showing a piece of her blue panties. Then I went to the bathroom and went downstairs. Aunt and uncle were already waiting in the kitchen eating breakfast.
"Good morning," I greeted and sat down on the empty chair next to Izzy.
"Hi, how did you sleep?" asked my uncle.
"Good, but it's a shame I'm going back tomorrow," I replied, putting sandwiches on my plate.
"We're also sad you have to leave," said my aunt and put her hand on my thigh, close to my crotch. "But we'll have a little surprise for you tonight, right, Bobby?" she looked at my uncle expressively.
"Oh yes, Ralph, I'm sure you'll like it," he said with a gentle smile.
After these words, my aunt leaned over, showing me her entire cleavage, then kissed me on the cheek and went to the bathroom.
"What are you talking about?" I tried to ask my uncle.
"You'll find out tonight, and now if you'll excuse me, I have to help John with the car."
My uncle got up and left the house. "You'll find out?" I thought. "Is it about Camille too?" Hours passed, and my thoughts were occupied by that surprise, but there was no way to find out what was going on. Uncle was still at Mr. John's, aunt was bustling around the living room, Camille had gone out somewhere and was supposed to be back in about half an hour, and I was trying to watch TV. But how can you focus on something longer when every now and then aunt Izzy stuck her shapely butt out towards me, trying to wipe off every speck of dust. I have to admit, aunt Izabelle has class. She is not like an ordinary aunt: fat, ugly and in clothes from the Jagiellonian times. She is slim and athletic, with a figure that many young women envy. She is not stunningly beautiful, but there is something about her that makes it impossible to take your eyes off her. And her clothes, fashionable and tailored to her figure, add additional points of attractiveness to her.
Less than an hour later, Camille came home, sat down next to me and we watched a movie together. Soon after, my uncle came and went straight to the kitchen where my aunt was. I tried to strain my ears to hear what they were talking about, but in vain. After 15 minutes, Izzy and Rob came out of the kitchen and sat on the armchair in front of us, moving it to cover the TV. My aunt was sitting on my uncle's lap and she was the one who started it.
"Children, we need to talk," she said seriously.
