My Aunt Taught Me What My Body Desired

I grew up without a mother, and it never weighed too heavily on me. My father, a serious and devout man, promised himself he would never remarry for fear that a stepmother would not take proper care of me or my two older brothers. So I grew up among men, in a house where I was the only woman.

My name is Marina, I’m twenty-two years old, with a medium build, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and round hips I always hid under loose clothes. They say only daughters are their fathers’ little princesses. Maybe so, though I was always more of a tomboy.

That spring, my father wanted to throw a small family celebration to give thanks for my health and my future. Uncles, cousins, and neighbors came. There was plenty of food, and among the women in the family, it was customary to dress my hair with oils and herbal mixtures as a symbol of blessing.

While they rubbed that thick paste into my hair, some of it slid down my forehead and got into my eyes. They started burning so badly I couldn’t open them. That was when my Aunt Carmen offered to help me shower, and I gratefully accepted.

Carmen asked me to remove my towel. I was left in my underwear, a new set of mine, bought for the occasion. She smiled and told me to take that off too, because the powders and hair oil would stain it as soon as the water washed them away.

I took it off shyly. I had never been naked in front of anyone, except my father when I was little.

She turned on the shower and began rinsing the sticky mixtures out of my hair. Warm water ran down my face, and when I managed to open my eyes slowly, I was surprised: my aunt, a woman in her forties, had stripped down to a lace bra and mesh panties. I didn’t dare ask her why.

She was the first adult woman I had ever seen in so little clothing, and I felt a strange tingle in my belly. After all, I had been raised in a house full of men. I’d never had a woman’s body close enough to look at calmly.

—Marina —she called softly, and my thoughts stopped dead. I lifted my eyes from her breasts to her face.

—Yes, Auntie? —I answered, my voice trembling.

—I’m going to cool off too; it’s unbearably hot in here —she said, and stepped under the other shower in the bathroom.

Our bathroom is large and has two separate showerheads. I watched her take off her bra and panties with her back to me. She had wide hips, a round ass, and a waist that dipped in as if drawn on. I was looking at her in a way I didn’t understand.

While the water poured over me, I thought about my own body, smaller than hers, less full. In that moment I wanted to be like that, voluptuous like her.

When she turned around, her naked breasts swayed with every step. I had no idea where to look.

—I think I need to rinse off again —I said, just to say something.

—Me too —she replied, smiling—. In this heat, no one stays clean.

I had known Aunt Carmen since I was a child. She lost her husband years ago and chose not to marry again. She has a grown son, works as a teacher at a school on the outskirts, and always looks immaculate, with her hair done and perfume on. That afternoon, though, I was seeing her for the first time.

Suddenly I wondered why I was looking at her so much. She’s just a woman, like me, like my friends. Why do I find her so interesting?

The answer was simple: I had never seen a woman completely naked. Not even my friends in the university changing rooms, because I was always holed up studying or with my brothers. Once some classmates insisted I watch porn, and I did, without it saying much to me. And yet this curvy body made my heart race in a way I couldn’t explain.

I kept looking at her, and she didn’t seem to mind. She let her long black hair loose, closed her eyes when the water struck her face, and her heavy breasts seemed to grow heavier still under the spray. She hummed a song as she moved with a softness that made me envious.

I wanted to see her up close. I made up an excuse.

—My soap got left in your shower, Auntie. I’ll get it, don’t move.

She nodded with a smile, without opening her eyes. I approached slowly, pretending to look for the bar, and lingered a moment too long watching the water run down her belly. I never thought another woman’s body could be so irresistible to me.

I picked up the soap and went back to my side, embarrassed. She’s my aunt, she’s family. But right away I told myself it was just curiosity, and that curiosity was nothing to be ashamed of. Or that’s what I wanted to believe.

Without realizing it, I copied her. I closed my eyes, started soaping myself, and hummed a silly tune. Until I heard soft moans and peeked through the foam.

Carmen was holding the showerhead very close to her sex and rubbing herself slowly with her other hand. Her legs were slightly apart, thighs tense. I pretended to wash my face, as if I weren’t seeing anything, but she seemed to notice I was watching. The sounds faded little by little.

I finished showering before she did. Just before I stepped out, I deliberately left the soap near her feet, just so I’d have an excuse to bend down. As I leaned over, she said without opening her eyes:

—Careful, watch where you’re supposed to be looking.

I laughed nervously and obeyed halfway. When I reached to pick up the bar, she stepped on it by mistake, slipped, and came down onto me. Her breasts slammed against mine, a jolt shot through my whole body, and one of her hands brushed between my legs as she tried to steady herself. It was only a second, but it went through me like an electric shock. I had never felt anything like it.

She straightened up quickly, brushing off my apologies. She leaned close to my ear and whispered:

—You’re very neglected down there, darling. You should tidy it up.

I shivered. My lips brushed hers when I turned, and her hand touched me again for an instant.

—I’ve never shaved —I admitted softly—. I barely trim it.

—I can help you —she said, putting her underwear back on—. But only if you ask me.

—Can we do it now? —I asked, with a hunger I didn’t know where was coming from.

—Your father and the guests are waiting for us. We’ll do it another time —she replied, and left that contagious smile stuck in my head.

***

That night, when everyone had already left, I was surprised to see Carmen staying over at the house. She should have gone long ago. I stuck close to her, talking nonsense, unable to stop looking at her. My father, seeing me spending so much time with a woman in the family, seemed pleased.

It was as if she could read my mind. When I wanted her to lean forward in front of me so I could see her neckline, not only did she bend over, she lingered on purpose so I could look properly.

Later she brought her laptop and sat on the sofa, back against the wall, with her feet toward where I was. I watched her with a desire I could no longer hide. She was wearing glasses that made her look even more like a teacher. She slid into a half-reclined position, knees bent, her short robe barely covering her thighs.

My heart started racing. I gathered the courage to look more closely, and saw she had fallen asleep with her glasses to one side. I approached slowly. Her robe had ridden up. She was wearing nothing underneath.

I thought again about shaving, and almost as an excuse I went to get a razor, shaving cream, and lotion. When I came back with everything in my hands, her robe had slipped even higher, as if she had moved it herself.

I knelt at her feet. Driven by something stronger than shame, I reached out and spread her sex lips just enough to see inside. I had an enormous urge to kiss her there. I gathered all my courage and planted a soft kiss between her legs.

It was a new sensation, an intense scent I didn’t know how to name. Since I didn’t want to wake her, I decided to go shave myself and covered her carefully again. But before that I gave her another kiss, unable to hold back.

When I lifted my face, she was moving. I stood up quickly.

—Your robe slipped and I just wanted to cover you —I murmured.

—Thank you, darling —she said, opening her eyes calmly—. I felt your kisses.

I stood there trembling, not daring to look at her.

—What a heat, huh? —she added, and I nodded and went to the bathroom almost at a run.

***

I spread the gel all over my pubic area. It was thick, truly neglected. I was holding the razor when I heard the door open. I had forgotten to lock it in my hurry. It was Carmen.

—Do you mind if I come in, darling? —she asked.

I told her no, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest. She came closer, looked at my gel-covered pubis and the clumsy razor between my fingers, and smiled.

—Are you shaving yourself? —she said—. Let me do it, I’ll do it better. Make yourself comfortable.

—Yes, Auntie... please —I answered, and my voice came out needier than I wanted.

She asked me to take off my blouse and bra. She wanted me completely naked, and I did it without question. My nipples hardened instantly, exposed to the air.

She sat me on a stool and opened my legs wide. She knelt between them, right in front of me, and took a little more gel to spread it slowly, starting from the top and brushing my clit with the pad of her fingers.

She slid those fingers with a skill that made me tremble. I bit my lips to stifle my moans. She acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world, focused too on the entrance to my sex.

Then she unbuttoned her blouse and freed her enormous breasts, which swayed in every direction. She also took off her robe and applied a little gel to her own pubic hair, much thicker than mine. I watched her in silence, drinking in every inch of her skin.

She knelt again and began shaving me from top to bottom, slowly, carefully. From my position I had a perfect view of her breasts, swaying with every movement. I wanted to touch them, to suck her nipples, but I didn’t dare with the razor so close.

A good amount of foam fell onto her chest, and she spread it around as if cleaning herself, never taking her eyes off me. We were both breathing hard, silently, listening to each other.

When she finished, she smoothed a soft lotion over my freshly shaved skin. While she did, I saw her rubbing her own clit with her slippery fingers.

—Does it itch? —I asked.

—Yes —she laughed—. It’s been itching since this afternoon, since I saw you in the shower.

She gently pressed my lips aside to shave the sides, and a moan escaped me. She asked whether it hurt.

—No, Auntie —I answered—. It just feels really good.

I could no longer control anything. I started moaning loudly while she, shamelessly, rubbed my clit. She rinsed away the foam with water, and it ran over her breasts. She didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop moaning either.

—Please, don’t stop —I begged her—. Please.

—Relax —she said, laughing—. Now I’m going to do it properly.

She rubbed faster, harder, and I felt something building inside me until it overflowed. A thick, warm liquid spilled out between my legs. It was my first orgasm, and I left both of us speechless.

—What is this, darling? —she asked, watching it drip over her breasts.

—You caused it, Auntie —I replied, with a wicked smile I didn’t recognize.

Then she lowered her head and took me all the way into her mouth. Her tongue moved up and down, in circles over my clit, tracing every inch as an apology for having been so rough before. It was an even better sensation than the first. I wanted to scream.

I grabbed her hair and pressed her against me, bolder than I had ever been. She looked at me, amused, never stopping licking me, while I guided her head. She asked me to moan louder when I felt it coming again, and I obeyed. Shaking, I came directly into her mouth.

When she stood up, she put one leg on the edge of the tub, as if preparing to shave herself too. I slipped between her legs.

—Please, don’t shave, Auntie —I begged.

She blushed and said she would look better waxed, but I insisted, taking her hands.

—And what do you want me to do then? —she asked, with a sly smile.

—I want you to stay just like that. Exactly as you are.

I wanted to take control. I ran my fingers slowly over her sex, from top to bottom, and she moaned softly. I slid my middle finger through the slit, brushed her clit, and felt her shudder. She grabbed my head and pressed me against her, setting the rhythm.

I sank two fingers in and started moving them with all my strength, while I kissed her clit without pause. She clung to the shower curtain rod, moaning louder and louder, until she came and splashed my face, more liquid than I was, almost like water.

Afterward I slowly straightened up and looked into her eyes, so close it felt like we were really about to kiss. She took my face in her hands and pulled me in. And just as our lips brushed, we heard a knock at the door.

—Marina! —it was my father—. Hurry up, daughter, we’re running late.

We both laughed.

—Give me five minutes, Dad —I answered.

Carmen gave me a small kiss on the lips, more a promise than an ending. We rinsed off quickly, side by side, promising each other we’d do it again soon. And we sure did, every time she found an excuse to stay over, until summer ended and she had to return to her city.