What I Felt for My Aunt That Hot Morning

She desired her in silence, and she spent entire nights watching her sleep. Since she could remember, they had shared the same room; they were inseparable, and no one suspected what had taken root inside her. Valeria did not dare confess it. She settled for contemplating her aunt’s body under that thin pajama that the sea heat clung to her skin.

On full-moon nights, when the brightness came in through the window, that was when she watched her the most. She saw how the fabric stuck to her sweat-damp body, how her nipples showed through, how that tanned skin shone, beaten down by the swelter. And the more she looked at her, the more she wanted her. If only I could run my tongue over her whole body, she thought, even just once.

Sometimes she would barely press the tips of her fingers against her, careful not to wake her, and then stay still, wishing she could rip the pajama off her in one tug. She buried her nose in her hair and breathed deeply, wanting to etch that scent into her forever, and she traced every detail of her face: the thick eyebrows, the long eyelashes, the big mouth with fleshy lips that made you want to bite them.

She didn’t know when affection turned into desire. It simply happened. And the only thing she was certain of was that she wanted her with all her strength. But the fear of being rejected weighed more than anything else, and she knew that this was a forbidden love that could only exist in her imagination.

The woman we’re talking about was Mariana, though everyone in the house called her Mari. She was Valeria’s aunt, her mother’s younger sister, and between the two of them it was all cuddles and hugs. The niece took advantage of any excuse to press herself against her, to crush her chest against hers, to cover her in kisses whenever she was struck by an urge for affection. Affection, to her aunt. To Valeria, the perfect chance to brush against that skin she dreamed about so much.

Mari was twenty-six and possessed a beauty that silenced anyone. Of medium height, with skin between white and tan, black curly hair, she was coastal through and through: a narrow waist, wide hips, and that firm ass that was impossible not to look at. But nothing about her compared to those enormous green eyes, capable of holding a stare until the other person looked away.

Valeria, newly twenty, had inherited the same mold in more discreet proportions: cream-colored skin, wavy hair, honey-colored eyes, a small chest with delicate nipples, and a high, round ass. They dressed alike, in the clothes of the girls from the sea—tiny denim shorts, strappy blouses, sandals—and neither of them lacked anything when it came to turning heads.

The first time Valeria truly desired her aunt was on an ordinary Sunday. Mari came out of the bathroom, took off her towel in front of her, and the niece felt something she had never felt before. Her skin prickled, her stomach went hollow, and she kept staring at that naked body as if in a trance, running her eyes over it from top to bottom. Luckily, her aunt noticed nothing. Since they shared a room and trusted each other completely, they changed clothes in front of one another without shame, and Mari never imagined what her niece was hiding behind those looks.

***

That morning the heat was unbearable. Mari once again removed her towel in front of the mirror, as she had so many times before, suspecting nothing. But this time Valeria didn’t look away or pretend to look elsewhere. Something broke inside her, a courage she didn’t recognize, and she kept staring at her brazenly. Then, possessed by desire, she took off her pajama and was left as naked as her aunt.

For an instant she hesitated. Fear almost won again. But this time the impulse was stronger, and she stepped behind her. She was clumsy, like anyone the first time, but the nights of fantasizing had shown her the way. She wrapped her arms around her, placed her hands on her chest, and rested her mouth on her neck. She let her tongue trace it slowly. Mari let out a sigh.

—Valeria! What are you doing? —her aunt said, surprised, but without pulling away.

—Mari, I can’t take it anymore. You can’t imagine how much I want you —the niece confessed, without stopping her caresses.

—No, Valeria. I’m your aunt, this is wrong —she replied, taking her hands away and turning around to face her.

—I’d go to hell a thousand times just to be with you —Valeria murmured.

The situation completely disarmed her. Mari felt like a little girl who didn’t know what to do, and she looked at her with more curiosity than reproach. Valeria could no longer turn back. She took her face in both hands and pressed her lips against hers. She didn’t kiss her: she just left them there, motionless, for several seconds. Then she brought her aunt’s hands to her own chest and pressed them against it. Mari didn’t pull them away right away.

—This is madness, my girl. You’ve lost your mind —said her aunt, in a tender voice, finally letting go.

—Yes, Aunt, you’re right. It is madness, because I’m completely crazy about you —Valeria answered.

She hugged her again, this time grabbing her ass and pressing her against her body, and kissed her for real. Mari was stunned. A shiver ran down her back when she felt herself pressed against her niece’s naked body. And she cared for her so much that she wasn’t able to stop her. On the contrary: she kissed her back. That was enough for Valeria to finally feel her desire made real.

—Are you sure about what we’re doing? I think it’s better to stop here —Mari said, in a thin voice.

Valeria didn’t bother to answer. She let her fingers run over her back and once again ran her tongue over her neck, very slowly. Her aunt sighed again. Her niece’s composure finally broke down her last resistance, and feeling desired like that, by her own niece, something ignited inside her. Her hand traveled down her back to her ass, she squeezed it, pulled her against her, and breathed in short gasps. The idea of another woman touching her, and that woman being Valeria, made her lose her mind.

The niece wasn’t thinking about anything; she was only obeying those fantasies she had kept hidden for so long. She moved behind her again and traced her sweat-slick back with her tongue. She caressed her nipples, felt how hard they were, and kept sliding her hand down to her sex. It was wet. Mari moaned and put her hand over it, but she was unable to stop her.

—Promise me one thing —her aunt asked, almost in a whisper—. That you’ll never tell anyone about this. Just the two of us. Do you promise me?

—I swear it —Valeria replied.

And at that instant, after hearing the vow, Mari stopped thinking and sank into pleasure. She felt strange, aroused, a little ashamed of being so sweaty, but at the same time inflamed by how eagerly her niece was licking her. So much so that she wanted to do the same to her. She stood behind her, squeezed her small chest, and traced her back with her mouth, savoring that sweat the morning heat was drawing out of them both.

Valeria started to moan. She felt desired for the first time, touched for the first time. But she was still missing something. She wanted to run all over her aunt, leaving no corner untouched. She took her by the hand, led her to the bed, laid her on her back, and sat on top of her. She kissed her for a long time. Then she went lower: the cheeks, the ears, which she bit carefully; the neck, the shoulders. She did everything with an almost ritual patience, as if she had the whole morning ahead of her.

She reached her chest. It was the first time she touched it like that. She traced it with her fingers before burying her mouth in it, and while she sucked it, Mari moaned as if for the first time in her life. She lifted her arms, ran her tongue through her armpits, and her aunt thought she would die; she had never imagined anyone would desire her to that extent.

She went down her belly collecting the drops that slid over her, paused at her navel, turned her over, and traced her spine all the way to her ass. She kissed her buttocks, and Mari was already hoarse from moaning so much. Luckily they were alone in the house.

—Not there, I’m ticklish! —her aunt protested when Valeria ran her tongue over the sole of her foot, writhing with laughter.

—Just once. I won’t be able to relax unless I run all over you —the niece pleaded.

—Not there, please! I can’t stand having my feet touched —Mari insisted.

—Just once and I’ll do it fast, I promise.

Her aunt finally gave in. She squirmed nonstop, but she endured it. And when Valeria finally reached her sex, that hollow feeling returned in her stomach. She had large lips, a swollen clitoris, everything soaked. She looked at it for a second before running her tongue over it, slowly, from bottom to top, all the way to the end.

—Put your fingers in me —Mari asked.

Valeria slipped one finger in, discovered how easily it went, and added two.

—Now take them out and put them back in hard.

The niece obeyed for a moment, but then she pulled her fingers out and brought them to her nose, smelling them for a long time. Without taking her eyes off Mari’s, she put them in her mouth and sucked them. Mari couldn’t believe it. She had never imagined they would go this far, or how far her niece’s desire reached. For a second she wanted to stop everything. But she was too turned on, and told herself she would go as far as Valeria wanted.

At last the niece came to her sex. She wanted to see her face when she put her tongue on it. She ran over it completely, leaving not a single drop behind, possessed by a lust she didn’t recognize in herself. Mari writhed just as she had when Valeria touched her feet, moaning nonstop, opening her legs as much as she could to be completely exposed. She felt her body moving on its own: arching her back, clutching the sheets, throwing her head back.

The swollen clitoris begged to be sucked. Valeria noticed that every time she brushed it, her aunt’s moans got louder, so she took it fully into her mouth and began to suck. Mari trembled, arched her back, and hovered on the edge before releasing herself. It was the first time the niece had someone helpless in her hands, and she loved that feeling of power, even more because it was her aunt.

No one knew how Mari managed to endure such a release without coming. Maybe it was the urge to keep enjoying herself on her niece’s tongue. Until she could take no more: she grabbed Valeria’s head with both hands, shoved her against her sex, and came in her mouth with a long orgasm she had been holding back for too long. When she finally let her go, she collapsed there, panting, drenched in sweat. Valeria, with her mouth full, felt her heart about to burst. She loved the feeling of being dominated at the very last moment.

Her aunt sat up, put a hand on the back of her neck, pulled her in, and gave her a long kiss without caring about the taste.

—Now it’s your turn —she said.

***

Valeria was still with her heart racing. In her fantasies she was always the one giving pleasure; she had never thought her aunt would give it back. But Mari understood that now it was her turn. She felt a little self-conscious, so she thought of making her come with her fingers. She laid her on her back, lay down beside her, and kissed her while caressing her small chest, with its large nipples, hard as if about to burst.

Valeria moaned at the first touch. Her moans were soft, delicate, nothing like her aunt’s. Mari lowered her mouth to her neck, licked it, bit it, and found herself savoring her sweat without thinking, which rekindled her dirty excitement. She loved the softness of another woman’s skin, and even more the thought of how young she was. While she played with her neck, she let her fingers slide over the wet nipples, slowly downward over her belly, creating a suspense that made her niece sigh.

At last she reached her sex. It couldn’t have been wetter. She followed the trail of moisture with her fingers to her anus, went back up and caressed her clitoris. Valeria, feeling that pleasure for the first time, began to move her hips slowly, almost by instinct.

—Valeria, had you been with anyone before me? —Mari asked.

The niece fell silent, blushing, ashamed of her lack of experience.

—Don’t stay quiet, my love. I just want to know, because you made me come like never before —her aunt insisted.

—The truth is, I had never been with anyone. You’re the first. I only have eyes for you —Valeria replied.

Another thing added to the forbidden nature of the situation: besides everything else, she was taking her virginity. That thought pushed her aunt’s dirty excitement over the edge, and she promised herself she would do it right, the proper way, and give her the best experience of her life. From then on she touched her more delicately. She sucked on her chest for a long time while her fingers slid over her clitoris, and Valeria would not stop moaning and moving her hips with a beautiful softness.

Mari was overcome by the curiosity to imitate her. She buried her nose in her hair, gathered the drops from her neck with her tongue, ran her mouth over her armpits. She laid her face-down and traced her back: Valeria’s sweat was almost sweet, and her skin had a softness she had never felt on another woman.

She moved down her spine to her ass, firm and round, something she envied. She squeezed it, spread her legs apart, and kissed her buttocks while caressing her clitoris. Valeria pushed her hips, moaning. Then Mari turned her over, brought her feet to her mouth, and sucked her toes, giving her back the thing she had liked most, and the niece instinctively pressed her chest.

Her aunt no longer thought about whether it was right or wrong; she was dying to taste that virgin sex. She parted her legs and contemplated it, soaked through. She kissed her thighs, bit them, and Valeria kept sighing nonstop. She lowered her head and ran her tongue from bottom to top, slowly but firmly, until the clitoris. The taste seemed exquisite to her, unlike anything else, and she congratulated herself for having let herself go.

She ran over her for a long while, alternating between the clitoris and the entrance, letting her rest so she wouldn’t come too soon. Then she began to suck her clitoris while slowly slipping her fingers inside. When they went in a little for the first time, Valeria let out a stifled cry and tensed her whole body.

—Valeria, do you want me to keep going? Are you sure you want to lose your virginity with me? —Mari asked.

—Aunt, I’ve had no innocence left since I started wanting you. Why do you want me to repeat myself? I have eyes for no one but you. Stop overthinking it and take what’s yours —the niece shot back, with such composure that Mari, for the second time that morning, felt like the younger of the two.

Her aunt recovered her composure, once again heated by the excitement of being the first. She pushed her fingers all the way in and traced her clitoris with her tongue while moving them in and out. Valeria snorted, moaning without rest, clutching her chest and pushing her hips against her aunt’s fingers. Mari began sucking her clitoris hard, and the niece moved faster and faster. Her aunt knew she was close.

She didn’t stop until Valeria arched her back and remained suspended in the air. Only the gasp she took before coming could be heard; her breath caught. She didn’t moan, didn’t scream: she clenched her fists and, as if in slow motion, let her body relax until she was lying there with a smile. Then she threw herself at her aunt and kissed her. Mari shoved her fingers, full of her wetness, into her mouth, and Valeria savored them as naturally as could be, returning the kiss.

The two of them collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat. The heat was unbearable, but it had been no obstacle to anything. Valeria rested her head on her aunt’s chest and played with her fingers over her belly. Mari buried her hand in her hair.

—Mari, did you like it? —Valeria asked.

—You can’t imagine how much, my love —her aunt answered with complete sincerity.

—Don’t you regret it?

—Not anymore. I know it’s madness, but right now I don’t regret a thing. If I could choose again, I’d do it all over again.

—All I know is that right now I’m the happiest woman in the world. And I’m going to confess something to you: I didn’t sleep because I kept watching you, wanting you in silence. That’s why I feel like this now. Because it’s no longer a fantasy that was burning inside me —the niece confessed.

Valeria got up, took her by the hand, and led her into the bathroom. She put her under the shower, turned on the tap, and they kissed under the water, wrapped in each other’s arms. They found each other again, one with her mouth on the other’s chest, hands between their legs, laughing, biting their lips, staring each other straight in the eyes. And like that, giving each other pleasure until they came almost at the same time, they became lovers and surrendered, in secret, to that forbidden love.