A Playful Fight With My Aunt
Incest
Submit Report This is a story that happened when I was 22 I just had graduated from one of the most reputed colleges in Bangalore started working in an MNC. This incident happened when I was staying alone after all my college roommates had vacated after college. My neighbours were a Tamilian family they consisted of 3 members and the heroine in this story is that aunty. She was a typical Tamil aunty brown texture and she was not on the fat side an average Tamil housewife she was around 33-35 years old. It was a Sunday evening after having a cup of tea I was sitting in my flat. Since it was a boring Sunday nothing to kill time, I thot of spending some time with the small kids of our apartment who were playing in the parking lot. When I reached there I saw my neighbour uncle there with his daughter, Chinnu (that’s what they call her) she was around 14 or 15 years old. Chinnu was a mentally disabled girl from her birth, so when I saw uncle and Chinnu I went straight to them for a chit chat. We spoke for a sometime, regarding job, family, social issues and many other things and in between the talks I came to know he had passed out from my same college. After a couple hours talk he liked my behaviour and innocence and even Chinnu liked me and was playing around with me, since we were staying on the same floor he even invited me over for a tea. As it was a boring Sunday and nothing much to do I went with him to his flat which was on the same floor of mine opposite to my room. Even though he had been staying opposite to my flat for quite some time we never used to speak much other than just a hi or bye. So this was the first time we spoke for so long. As I entered his house for the first time, I never knew that he was opening the doors to my heaven. There I met his wife (Nitya) he introduced me to her. First time when I saw aunty(Nitya) she was wearing a black churidhar without a shawl and the color of her dress was making her golden brown skin glow and she was one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, she even doesn’t wear much jewelleries just a chain with mangalsutra and earrings. She had the perfect shape of hardworking Indian housewife nice round boobs and a perfectly shaped ass and the dress she was wearing showed out the sexiness of her body. I could say she was not fat nor so lean, but had a very plump body "the perfect Indian aunty". I never had any bad thots or intention of trying out her I was innocent as much as uncle had believed. The first day went on fine and we all became friends. And as days passed by the family got really attached to me specially Chinnu their daughter she started hanging around in my house more often, even I liked to play around with her. Uncle since he was working for an mnc in a senior post he used to be busy and wouldn't be at home most of the time. He used to be on business trips most of the time and so I used to help aunty whenever she needed to go for shopping's or any household things when uncle is not around. And the family treated me as their younger brother who was ready to help his sister when brother in law was not there. When I say like a brother you can understand the freedom they have given me. I could go to their house anytime, even they used to come into my flat without a knock. Aunty used to call me regularly to her house for eating it doesn’t matter what time of the day it is. If aunty has prepared something special then I would be a sure guest. In this six months of time and in the many visits to their house I had seen aunties private parts many a times like her half boobs, legs her navel. She was very careless about her dress even if I was there. She used to wear all kind of dress at home like nighty, saree, churidars without shawl and all these dress used to give me different view. Which even I used to see accidently and enjoy those few seconds but never had any thoughts of having sex with her. Even ones I had massaged her leg, I still remember, uncle was out of station and it was around 7.00 in the evening aunty had called me saying that she had slipped from the apartments stairs and hit her knees on the wall. Standing on my doorsteps she pulled up her nighty till her knees and showed me, it was soaring a bit and there was a small bruise on her knees. Seeing this I told her lets go to a doctor, for which she denied and said it would be fine by morning. And if I could apply some oil and massage her legs. Without a second thot I agreed to her and I walked her to the sofa and told her to keep her leg on the table. She had raised her nighty till her lower part of her thighs and kept her leg on the table. I took the oil from her shelve and sat on the floor close to her legs. I poured it on her knees and then applied a little pressure on her knees and started massaging her leg downwards. She had a very small amount of hair on her leg which was silky smooth to massage. And the shape of her legs shows that she was an active sports woman in her college. Her legs were a bit heavy but I couldn’t feel much of any stiffness anywhere in her leg just the plumpness and smoothness of a woman's leg with a bit of small hair. I did the massaging for almost an hour, it was a wonderful scene to see my hands rubbing all over her leg with oil I even massaged under her feet and she laid back on to the sofa relaxing. In between I asked her "how are you feeling now" she said much better in a very dozy voice. And after almost an hour of massage her nighty had gone far more up but I couldn't see her panty coz it was properly cover by the nighty. Then after 10 more minutes of massage she said "thank you john, I guess it should be better by tomorrow" and went off to sleep. So this was how close I became to their family. But things changed on a Saturday afternoon it was almost 8 months since I met them, it was my off day around 2.00 in the noon. I had finished my lunch and was browsing thru the net to kill time.