Cut n Paste Story

[skystone]

Happened to see this story,like it very much..Tot of sharing with everyone,hope u guys like it as well..The story is not written by me,do let me know if anyone do not want me to countine the story..

I ever met a 26 yr old aunt from irc. She looked younger than she actually was, and was surprising attractive ( taken into consideration she was from irc). And here I was, thinking all the while that she was just another cannot-make-it single. It was only on the day I met her in person (known her for donkey's months) that I started to be amazed by what she had told me all along...

Over the months that I had known her--let's call her Jess-- for, I learnt some things about her, naturally. She was a single woman who was somewhat independent and, unlike other women, had few friends. One thing about her was that she was very openminded. We could talk about anything freely, though I sensed that she would ignore any guy who ask her for sex.

For quite a few years Jess had been staying alone in a flat, since her elder sister got married (her parents had passed away from what I know). When her nephew(her sister had a 8 yr old son) hit primary2 though, he was put into her house. That's what some parents do in order to get their kid closer to school, nothing very surprising. However what surprised me were the things that Jess did even after her nephew moved in...

Well, here's a little info about what Jess did at home normally. Basically, she liked to feel free and easy. For those of you out there who aren't familiar with this term, it just means most of the time she didn't wear a bra, and her attire was very "cooling". It usually consisted of a spaghetti and shorts or hotpants. If she felt like it, she might even walk around in knickers(shorts-like panties).

When asked about how she felt about wearing so little, she said it was comfy."What if people pass by your door and look in?" I ever asked her. She replied,"Aiye,they just stare...Well,I cant stop them from staring,neither do I want to compromise my comfort." So I dun suppose she would be any different with her nephew around.

I guess I was right,when she told me over the phone about her nephew's "culture shock"....

Lets's call the nephew Yong. Maybe because his parents were so strict towards him all the while, he grew to be timid and, generally, well-behaved. He was also soft-spoken and physically weak.

When he first moved into Jess’ house on a Sunday afternoon, with all his books but without his playstation, he was notably disappointed. Looking around, he could see no game console or whatever, and he could not reasonably expect there to be much boy stuff around. (He was right, and will soon fall in love with all the women stuff.) After all, his mum had decided to put him there so that he would have nothing to play.

After his mum left that day, Yong idled in his newly-assigned room which was right opposite Jess’ bedroom. Although the doors were not really aligned, with a little effort one could look into the opposite room. At six plus in the evening, the room was getting darker. Yong went to the light-switch, and… paused.

His aunt, Jess, was in her room, but her door was not closed. From where he was, Yong could see his aunt’s back view. Her arms were crossed before her. Yong, for a fraction of a second, wondered what was happening, when Jess pulled off her spaghetti top.

In the dim light, her bare back curved as she stretched out a slender arm. Her left nipple came into appearance briefly, before her hand returned with a bra. Fastening the hook behind her, she tossed her hair slightly. Soon, a blue top stretched down over her back, and Yong lost sight of the black strap on her back. Quickly, Yong hid behind his door.

His heart was beating fast as a bass-drum. He pressed his back against the wall, as Jess walked out of her room pass his door, for fear of being seen. He felt his cheeks becoming warm as he recalled the scene earlier on. Such a thing would not have happened back at home. In fact, at home he had only ever caught glimpses of his mum’s underwear, and he had never seen his mum wearing less than a T-shirt and shorts.

When Jess returned home later with their dinner, she noticed the tension on Yong’s face, and asked him about it. “Er… I…” the boy mumbled. “Don’t worry about it ok? You will get used to staying here. Oh by the way I heard from your mummy that she’s very strict with you… Nah, just relax.” Jess was not aware at that time that Yong had seen her changing, but would not be too bothered even if she knew. This was to become evident soon, at night.

Even though Jess did not usually stay in her outing clothes and bra after reaching home, that evening she did not bother until she was done with preparing the boy’s room, after which she went to take a shower.

Yong felt bad about having seen his aunt change. At the same time, however, he was curious and excited. Young as he was, he could not really decide what to do. As images of his aunt popped into his mind, he stared blank for a moment. Then he heard footsteps. It was of course his aunt. She had had her shower and was going back to her room. That he knew, but he did not think his aunt would come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

His eyes followed the white towel as it came into his view, only re-adjusting his focus when the towel got partially blocked by the half-closed door in the opposite room. Excited, he moved closer while remaining behind his door.

On the wall in the other room was a large mirror, in front of which Jess loved to dry herself. That night, Jess stood in front of her mirror as usual after getting back to her room. While a smaller towel still wrapped around her wet hair, the larger one was removed to dry the other parts of her body; under the arms, across the cleavage, down the arms… As she was drying her navel, small droplets of water still wet the hair below it.

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It took no less than a minute for Jess to finish up, which meant that her little nephew had a good side view of what was happening. Especially when she bent down to dry her legs, gravity made her feminine curves appear so pronounced. Captured from the side, this could become a long-lasting impression for a little boy who was watching indeed.

*****

It must have been many days before Jess actually found out that Yong first saw her changing on the day he moved in. “Yeah, you’re right,” she replied in one of our phone conversations. (By the way, our conversations were mostly in Chinese, unless otherwise stated.) “So, er, how did you manage to know about all these?” I inquired. The answer came immediately, “Well…we talked.”

Jess told me that they talked. It was almost obvious, yet I found it amazing. A nephew telling his own aunt about how he saw her putting on her bra, even by today’s standards in Singapore, is unthinkable. Of course, as she was telling me about herself and her nephew, I could not help but fantasize about how she really looked like. That was when I seriously thought about getting to know her better, mentally and physically.

I asked her a lot about her physical appearance, and went into details whenever it was applicable. From what she told me, she had hair reaching down to her shoulders. She does not need to wear spectacles or contact lenses. I also gathered that she had a nice built, with vital statistics of 34-25-35. (This was possible because she had a measuring tape.) She wore cup B bras, and preferred thongs and knickers to anything in between. Also, her complexion was not naturally fair, so she often took care not to get tanned too much. Like most women out there, she had underarm hair, and removed it regularly by shaving.

After I found out enough about her appearance, I soon started to wonder if there were any guys after her, how many of them there could be if that was the case, and why she chose none of them. It turned out that on and off there were guys who were interested in her, but she did not want to be attached. I thought she might be a lesbian, but she was not. In response to my query, she retorted, “So you mean all women should be attached just because they have become sexually matured?” Of course not, I thought.

“So you talked to your nephew…? About…?”
“Oh you mean how I found out.”
“Yup. Care to elaborate?”
“Okay…it’s a long story though.”

Slowly, Jess gave an account of incidents which were to follow.

Everyday except for weekends, Jess would work from eight to five, while Yong would go to school early in the morning and return at around one plus in the afternoon. This meant that on most days, Yong would find himself alone in the house, for a few hours, before Jess returned. There was nothing particularly strange about this arrangement actually. Neither Jess nor her sister anticipated any serious shortcomings arising from it. They expected Yong to, during that few hours, watch TV, read books or even take naps if he wished to. Indeed, those were the things which Yong did after school, but Jess later discovered that was not all

It was a week or two after Yong shifted in. Jess reached home early one day at about two o’oclock in the afternoon, after having taken a half-day leave. As she was approaching her main door, she took a casual glance through the window to see what Yong was doing, and was curious when she saw nobody in the room. It was quite unlike other days when she could see him sleeping or reading. Because the door of Yong’s room was open, she could also see that of her room from where she stood, and to her surprise it was open as well.

It should not be, since Jess always closed that door before going to work. At an instant, Jess sensed that Yong was probably in her room. Quietly, she got into the house and moved towards her room.

The large drawer, which contained most of Jess’ intimate wear, was open. In it, assorted bras took up most of the space while knickers and thongs were packed neatly on one side. If a piece of underwear was not in the drawer, it could be washed, waiting to be washed, or simply left lying on the dressing table. Yet on that day, a pair of Jess’ thongs was actually found in Yong’s hands…

Jess stepped into her room. Yong was shocked as his aunt appeared out of a sudden, the thongs still in his right hand. With him sitting right before the open drawer, there was no excuse. For a moment, both Jess and Yong said nothing. To Yong, the silence seemed like eternity.

“So… can you tell me why you are doing this?” Jess asked in a neutral tone. She was not feeling angry or upset. It was not as if she did not know the true reason for his behaviour either. She just wanted Yong to speak up.

There was a long pause. Yong was still at a loss of words, until Jess put down her bag and sat down on the seat in front of her dressing table.

“I am sorry...,” Yong replied.
“I know, I know…Look, tell me why you did it before I really get mad okay?”
“I want to see what your room is like…”
“And so you opened my drawer.”
“No…I sometimes see something on your table. Some quite nice. So I want to see again.”
“You mean these?” Jess lifted up a bra from the drawer.

Yong felt so embarrassed that he wished he need not ever look up again.

“So why were you holding on to my thongs?” Jess asked.
“I have never seen anything like these…”
“Well you don’t have to be so sneaky you know. I just feel disturbed that you are doing this behind my back.”
“Sorry,” Yong replied. By then he sounded less afraid.
“Don’t you see these things at home?”
“No, don’t have. Mommy will scold me if I look at these things outside also.”
“Sad…So you don’t know anything much?”

[ragnarclaw]

Well although it's a Cut n Paste Story but it's a Great Story, pls continue bro skystone

[skystone]

Sure do,bro..


Yong palpitated with excitement as he reached first for the bra. It felt a little moist. Bringing it to his nose, Yong sniffed at it all over eagerly. While the bra might not smell as good as a perfume, it had with it maternal and awkward scents of his aunt. Yong liked both of them, so much so he nearly forgot about the other piece in the basket. When he thought he had sniffed enough at the cups, he replaced the bra carefully as it was. Then he picked up his aunt’s thongs, with great anticipation.

Without a moment of doubt Yong pressed its loin on his nose. The smell was stronger than he thought, and for a moment he pulled away. However, he soon continued to sniff; although the smell was strange, he was tempted by it nevertheless. It was probably the most genuine smell of his aunt.

Notably, each time Yong went into his aunt’s room, he did not dare to stay more than a few minutes. He wanted to play safe, and was always worried that his aunt would somehow find out about it if he stayed too long or went too far. Therefore he remained unfamiliar with the room for quite a few days.

That night, after Jess giggled over her nephew’s mistake, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Yong became less edgy, and Jess noticed the change.

“Its ten plus, you are not sleepy?”
“Not yet. Auntie also said that I can come over.”
“Yeah. So… anything else?”

Jess noticed that Yong, over the past few minutes, had been taking occasional glances at her breasts. It did not surprise Jess, as she guessed most people would look, especially when the tips were protruding. In the meantime, it was evident that Yong had something to say, but it seemed that he did not how to put it. Jess waited patiently, until her nephew responded.

“…Can I go into the bathroom?”
“Wanna use my toilet?”
“No. Want to see what’s inside the basket..,” Yong replied, and as he proceeded into the bathroom, Jess got up and stood outside it.
“Those are what I wore the other day,” Jess pointed into the basket, and watched her nephew take out its contents, “So these are whatcha looking for?”
“No…I…”
“Okay okay, don’t have to explain.”
“This one looks nice.”
“That’s a half-cup,” Jess explained. For a while, Yong just held the two cups in his hands and kept staring at them, his heart beating real fast. That was something which he did not think he could do with his mum’s bra.

“You are just gonna stand down here and stare at it?” Jess taunted.
“Just a while more…Auntie must look very pretty in it,” Yong mumbled as he looked down.
“So…you wanna see?”
The room had, gradually, become cold. The radio was still on, but its volume had been turned down quite a bit. By then the curtains were drawn, forming a dark screen on one side of the room. Inside the closed bathroom, the basket was roughly in the same position, though a set of clothes had replaced the half-cup bra and its matching thongs. Outside, the flower-patterned bedsheet became more crumpled, as weight was introduced. Two shadows cast on the bed remained still for a moment.

“How’s this?” Jess asked. On her soft queen-sized bed, Jess had knelt down with her knees set at least two feet apart, resting her buns on the back of her heels. Then she had her fingers locked behind her neck and elbows spread out. That was how she was going to display what her nephew wanted to see her in; she wanted to give him a small treat. Yet judging from the stunned look on her nephew’s face, Jess seriously wondered if he would faint if she went further.

Yong could not feel greater excitement then. His aunt was so close to him he could smell her. Unashamedly he ogled at her breasts, which appeared so large from his distance. To him, her breasts were the most awesome ones in the world. They seemed to be so firm and full of substance. He guessed his aunt must have a lot of milk, and could not help but imagine how soft and supple her boobs might be. It was then when he developed thoughts about sucking his aunt’s nipples. Even though her nipples were then concealed beneath the half-cups, he could visualize them in his mind.

As he continued to explore his aunt’s body with his eyes, Yong was quick to notice the translucence of her thongs. There was not much fabric on her thongs to begin with, yet except for the loin the rest of it was all see-through. Yong could see the dark shade on his aunt’s thongs, and knew it was her hair, though he wondered what was beyond it.

Yong took a deep breath before he finally looked up. He realized Jess had been watching him all the while. His lips quivered, as if to speak, but nothing came out of his mouth. Jess placed a finger over his lips, as if to tell him there was no need for words. She knew he would not know what to say, anyway. For a moment, they just looked into each other’s eyes…

“Wait a minute… I think your pose was really quite suggestive when you showed him your body. Did you have any clue what will be the outcome of your so-called treat?” I asked, when Jess paused to take a sip of water.
“I supposed he would just stare for a while…and then return to his room. I mean, what could he do right?”
“Haha right, but something did happen in the end, no?”
“Hmm. Let’s put it this way. He did some unexpected moves.”
“And you didn’t stop him.”
“Well I must say that there are times when I am unsure of my limits.”

“So what did you think were your limits?”
“Like I said before, I don’t think I’ll mind if small boys happen to see me naked. I am very openminded, and I feel good about my body. Of course, it’s not as if I will flaunt to just every kid that I come across. But I won’t scream or try to hide
my private parts like most other women.”
“So what happened later? I guess you can continue.”

*****

Lying on her side, Jess found herself a comfortable position. She rested her neck on her left palm as she elevated her head, and stretched her sleek upper arm across the pillow. That gave her a better view of her immediate vicinity. As she watched, she smiled faintly.

The tip of her mound felt warm and wet. It must have been appetizing, for she felt the suction growing stronger. If the suction was not was felt on a tip, it was quickly felt on the other. She could feel comfortable warmth and momentary chill simultaneously on different sides. Wetness accumulated, dissipated, and re-accumulated. Lips started to quiver.

As she rubbed her fleshy thighs against each other, she could feel the wings on either side of her loin, and the thickness between her slit and her thongs. They were reminders that she should not remove her thongs, even if there were two kinds of wetness beneath them. She recalled the disappointed look in her nephew’s eyes, when she told him she could not strip off her undies. His disappointment was quickly gone, however, when he was knew he was allowed to touch her flesh.

Earlier on, Yong had for the first time held his aunt in his hands. She was soft and supple in front, yet so firm behind. He squeezed her softness a little, and then harder. Then he played with her pink tips, which became harder as he felt them. His natural instincts eventually made him take his aunt’s nipple in his mouth.

Jess let out a few moans before Yong finally lay back to relax a little. He looked slightly tired and seemed to be catching his breath.

“Gosh, look what you have done,” Jess teased, reaching over her bed to get some tissue paper. Her boobs dangled above her nephew’s face as she did that, and she knew he would enjoy the view. As Jess wiped off the saliva around her hardened nipples, she wondered how Yong felt after having sustained his erection for so long under his pants. She tucked one hand into his pants and pulled it down slightly. As she did that, Yong thought she was going to say something, but she did not. She just pulled his pants back up and smiled.

“Its getting very late. Go to sleep?” Jess spoke as she slipped into her nightie. Yong was a little reluctant, but he got up from her bed nevertheless.
“Can I come over again tomorrow?” Yong asked before stepping out of the room.
Jess paused for a moment. She was not too sure. Maybe it was because she had never thought about it. “Well…we’ll see again.”

*****

“So how did it feel?…I mean, did you like it?”

[skystone]

Yeah I guess… surprisingly. But in the first place I didn’t think I’ll actually let him suck me.”
“I guess things just got sexual.”
“I won’t say it’s sexual. I thought it felt kinda maternal, if that was the right word. I admit I got a little wet, but I think it’s just my physical reaction.”
“If you weren’t having your period, you wouldn’t mind getting your thongs off for him.”
“Yeah. He’ll be eager to look at some places.”

“What if he wants to touch?”
“You mean my vagina? Um, I don’t think so. Because it’s too sensitive and he doesn’t know how to handle it yet.”
“You’ll let him if he knows?”
“Maybe. I think you consider that sexual, right?”
“Yup. So actually you are okay with getting sexual with your nephew.”
“I don’t know. Sexual or not, it doesn’t really bother me. It’s the feel. I like it when he touches me because I like his innocence. Occasionally he may squeeze my breasts too hard, or make me feel ticklish as he brushes against my armpits, but I am okay with that.”

“What happened subsequently? He came to look for you every night?”

“Kind of. Well, if I am energetic, good for him. But if I’m tired, he’ll have to leave me alone. And I am glad that everything goes on as usual. I go to work, come home, get my things done, and relax in my room. He comes in only after that.”

A lot of things seemed to be happening at Jess’ house during that period, so I thought it would be a good idea to ask more questions. After all, I did not want to miss out on any juicy bits. That night we chatted for hours, yet there was still so much to talk about. I guessed it was because I had not called her for the past few weeks, except for the night before, when she told about catching Yong red-handed. However, it was getting late, and Jess was getting tired. It was then, a thought came to my mind.

“Shall we meet tomorrow?” I asked Jess.
“Tomorrow? You mean later. Saturday right? Um, should be alright. But…why are you asking me only now? I mean, we’ve chatted each other up for…”
“About nine months.”
“Yeah! And I never heard you bringing it up.”

All the while, I had never really asked Jess out. When I first spoke to her over the phone a year ago, she had a busy schedule. I thought it was not a good time to meet her. As time passed by, I was contented with the fact that I had found a good friend whom I could talk freely to. (By the way, I had few friends too.) Also, there existed a possibility that once we met, somehow, we might not express ourselves as freely as before anymore.

But that night I changed my mind. Jess was, by no means, finished with telling her multi-episode story. If we met up, we could probably talk about it the whole day in a cafe. Besides, I wanted to know how lucky her nephew was.

“Well, I just did,” I said.
“What time? Where?”

We agreed on the place and time to meet. The next question was how we were going to identify each other. I was quick to decide what I would be wearing, but Jess was not.

“Any preference?” Jess asked me instead.
“Erm…how about halter and mini-skirt?”
“Okay. Then I’ll see you later!”

I had a feeling that it would be something good, and little did I expect it to be so good…

The fragrance of cappuccino soon blended with that of Irish coffee, as two cups were shifted closer to each other on a small wooden surface. Below, a shiny metal stand stood between a pair of high-heel sandals and a pair of leather shoes. The warm lighting, coupled with cool surroundings, did create a conducive environment.

“You look good,” I remarked.
“Thanks. You aren’t bad either,” Jess responded.

Jess might have been casual but I meant what I said. I thought Jess looked great. Her face was pleasant, with soft, rounded features, and her hair was of a healthy shine. Most soothing to my eyes were her supple cheeks and luscious lips. In particular, I liked her lips, as they looked so moist and tender. Of course, her beauty was not limited to just her face. The more tantalizing part of her beauty lay in her figure.

I knew I said the right thing when I asked Jess to come in a halter-neck. The one she wore that day was of a nice brown, and had a plunging neckline. It was hard not to look at her respectable cleavage, I must admit. Such was the reflection of her firmness. I wondered if what she told me about her bra size was true, as I really felt it was an understatement.

Jess looked away briefly as she gave her jet-black hair a toss. While she lifted her elbows, my eyes shifted their focus beyond the curve of her right breast, to the creases on her otherwise concealed area. Her stubble had been neatly trimmed, and it complimented the confident exposure.

Jess noticed where I was looking and smiled. I did not sense any awkwardness in her as I most probably would in other ladies. I guess with me there was little need for modesty. After all, we thought alike in many ways, and shared similar opinions. Yet I flushed a little.

“Yeah?”
“You certainly look bigger than that. You sure you wear a 34-B, and not a “C” or something?” I inquired.“What do you think? I’ll keep this a secret for the time being.”
“Your nephew is a lucky bastard…Oh ya, you have yet to carry on.”

Jess took a sip of her cappuccino as I urged her to continue with her story.

*****

[skystone]

Yeah I guess… surprisingly. But in the first place I didn’t think I’ll actually let him suck me.”
“I guess things just got sexual.”
“I won’t say it’s sexual. I thought it felt kinda maternal, if that was the right word. I admit I got a little wet, but I think it’s just my physical reaction.”
“If you weren’t having your period, you wouldn’t mind getting your thongs off for him.”
“Yeah. He’ll be eager to look at some places.”

“What if he wants to touch?”
“You mean my vagina? Um, I don’t think so. Because it’s too sensitive and he doesn’t know how to handle it yet.”
“You’ll let him if he knows?”
“Maybe. I think you consider that sexual, right?”
“Yup. So actually you are okay with getting sexual with your nephew.”
“I don’t know. Sexual or not, it doesn’t really bother me. It’s the feel. I like it when he touches me because I like his innocence. Occasionally he may squeeze my breasts too hard, or make me feel ticklish as he brushes against my armpits, but I am okay with that.”

“What happened subsequently? He came to look for you every night?”

“Kind of. Well, if I am energetic, good for him. But if I’m tired, he’ll have to leave me alone. And I am glad that everything goes on as usual. I go to work, come home, get my things done, and relax in my room. He comes in only after that.”

A lot of things seemed to be happening at Jess’ house during that period, so I thought it would be a good idea to ask more questions. After all, I did not want to miss out on any juicy bits. That night we chatted for hours, yet there was still so much to talk about. I guessed it was because I had not called her for the past few weeks, except for the night before, when she told about catching Yong red-handed. However, it was getting late, and Jess was getting tired. It was then, a thought came to my mind.

“Shall we meet tomorrow?” I asked Jess.
“Tomorrow? You mean later. Saturday right? Um, should be alright. But…why are you asking me only now? I mean, we’ve chatted each other up for…”
“About nine months.”
“Yeah! And I never heard you bringing it up.”

All the while, I had never really asked Jess out. When I first spoke to her over the phone a year ago, she had a busy schedule. I thought it was not a good time to meet her. As time passed by, I was contented with the fact that I had found a good friend whom I could talk freely to. (By the way, I had few friends too.) Also, there existed a possibility that once we met, somehow, we might not express ourselves as freely as before anymore.

But that night I changed my mind. Jess was, by no means, finished with telling her multi-episode story. If we met up, we could probably talk about it the whole day in a cafe. Besides, I wanted to know how lucky her nephew was.

“Well, I just did,” I said.
“What time? Where?”

We agreed on the place and time to meet. The next question was how we were going to identify each other. I was quick to decide what I would be wearing, but Jess was not.

“Any preference?” Jess asked me instead.
“Erm…how about halter and mini-skirt?”
“Okay. Then I’ll see you later!”

I had a feeling that it would be something good, and little did I expect it to be so good…

The fragrance of cappuccino soon blended with that of Irish coffee, as two cups were shifted closer to each other on a small wooden surface. Below, a shiny metal stand stood between a pair of high-heel sandals and a pair of leather shoes. The warm lighting, coupled with cool surroundings, did create a conducive environment.

“You look good,” I remarked.
“Thanks. You aren’t bad either,” Jess responded.

Jess might have been casual but I meant what I said. I thought Jess looked great. Her face was pleasant, with soft, rounded features, and her hair was of a healthy shine. Most soothing to my eyes were her supple cheeks and luscious lips. In particular, I liked her lips, as they looked so moist and tender. Of course, her beauty was not limited to just her face. The more tantalizing part of her beauty lay in her figure.

I knew I said the right thing when I asked Jess to come in a halter-neck. The one she wore that day was of a nice brown, and had a plunging neckline. It was hard not to look at her respectable cleavage, I must admit. Such was the reflection of her firmness. I wondered if what she told me about her bra size was true, as I really felt it was an understatement.

Jess looked away briefly as she gave her jet-black hair a toss. While she lifted her elbows, my eyes shifted their focus beyond the curve of her right breast, to the creases on her otherwise concealed area. Her stubble had been neatly trimmed, and it complimented the confident exposure.

Jess noticed where I was looking and smiled. I did not sense any awkwardness in her as I most probably would in other ladies. I guess with me there was little need for modesty. After all, we thought alike in many ways, and shared similar opinions. Yet I flushed a little.

“Yeah?”
“You certainly look bigger than that. You sure you wear a 34-B, and not a “C” or something?” I inquired.“What do you think? I’ll keep this a secret for the time being.”
“Your nephew is a lucky bastard…Oh ya, you have yet to carry on.”

Jess took a sip of her cappuccino as I urged her to continue with her story.

*****

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[yanki1]

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[obelisk]

tell me if u nid more 'glue' to paste the story here....

[skystone]

Happy to know that some bros like the story..


For a few consecutive nights, Yong had visited his aunt with enthusiasm. He would ask her for permission upon entering her room, and once inside, he behaved himself. He would sit quietly on her bed and wait for her to be done. Only when she finally sat beside him would he make his special requests

He would ask her meekly. She would lift up her top. They would get into the same position as that night.

He needed her breasts desperately. He would bury his face in her bosom and suck her nipples until they went red, savouring at the sweetness of her secretions. Occasional bites might have caused the nipples to quiver a little, but he would try to be more gentle the next time, every time. He would pant in excitement, as bodily scents evolved from her sweaty erogenous zones.

In the meantime, she adored his innocence. She would stroke his head dearly as he sucked her, and bear with the sore for his sake. Her position might vary from time to time as she moved her body, but she knew that his strong suction would always be felt. She never knew she would derive so much satisfaction from breast-feeding her own nephew.

They would enjoy each other’s special company, until it was time for him to go to bed.

And things started to get even more steamy after that few initial nights.

In the mirror, Jess could see her nephew’s eager expression as she was finishing off at her dressing table. He must have noticed the difference in her that particular night. Instead of her previous spaghetti-straps and shorts, Jess was wearing something else.

Jess got up from her seat. As she did so, the black translucence hanging down from her shoulders appeared even shorter, as it barely reached her thighs. Her pink protrusions, vague as they may be, titillated her nephew’s young mind as she turned around. Below her waist, she wore another layer of black which was opaque. While she was sure that her nephew noticed the opacity, she doubted he would notice the difference under it. After all, it was a subtle difference.
“Auntie, are you done?” Yong muttered.
“Yeah why?” Jess knew she was asking the obvious, yet she preferred Yong to tell her what he wanted.
“I want to see your tits,” Yong mumbled this time. Sure, he was improving. But he was still far from being direct.
“You massage me first?”

Jess was well aware that until then Yong’s only focus was on her tits. She could not recall him spending time on other parts of her body, as he was always too busy with managing her breasts. That was quite understandable. She was not too bothered by the fact that other parts of her body had been neglected, but sore nipples were becoming a rising concern after he sucked her so much. She needed him to go easy on her delicate nipples at least for a while.

Yong followed his aunt’s instructions religiously. He started to give her a massage, beginning from her shoulder blades. As he progressed, he inevitably reached her buns. He was told he could lift up her nightie and massage her buns. Subsequently he had a feel of what she was made of behind. A good portion of her smooth buns was in direct contact with his palms as he worked on it.

As Yong finished his job, Jess flipped to her front, her nightie still lifted up till her waist. Needless to say, her thongs were exposed. With her feet dragging on the bed-sheet she bent her knees and kept them apart. Then she fixed her eyes on Yong, as if waiting for a response from him. Yong started staring at her between he legs, and as he moved closer, she set her knees wider apart. From that moment onwards, there was little need for verbal expression
Yong pressed his palms on Jess’ inner thighs and spread his fingers a little. Each of his small fingers created a slight depression on her skin as he did so. It was naughty, but Jess felt good as Yong lowered his chin onto the bed to smell her. He would press his nose against her loin and take strong sniffs, until Jess decided to strip off her thongs.

Revealed before the boy’s eyes was his aunt’s most mysterious zone. He had been waiting all the while to see what it was like. What appeared to be immense growth to him formed on his aunt’s fair skin a neat triangular patch. At the low end of the shape, her skin was darker, and around the opening there were numerous creases. They had witnessed countless penetrations, be it gentle or violent, and experienced pleasure or pain over the years. The darker shade of beige was but a trace of weathered womanhood.

Whatever his aunt might have experienced, it was unknown to Yong, of course. But neither was it of any importance to him. As he admired her feminine maturity, he thought it was beautiful. No matter what, it would always be pure and clean in his eyes, even if it did not smell as good as he wanted. He took care as he watched closely, as he was told not to touch her there. Even so, he wished he could have a taste of it.

The session that night did not end until much later. After he studied her sensitive opening enough, he proceeded to play with her abundant breasts still, though he was to refrain from sucking her. Eventually, the boy returned to his room so late that he was late for school the following day.

[skystone]

Happy to know that some bros like the story..


For a few consecutive nights, Yong had visited his aunt with enthusiasm. He would ask her for permission upon entering her room, and once inside, he behaved himself. He would sit quietly on her bed and wait for her to be done. Only when she finally sat beside him would he make his special requests

He would ask her meekly. She would lift up her top. They would get into the same position as that night.

He needed her breasts desperately. He would bury his face in her bosom and suck her nipples until they went red, savouring at the sweetness of her secretions. Occasional bites might have caused the nipples to quiver a little, but he would try to be more gentle the next time, every time. He would pant in excitement, as bodily scents evolved from her sweaty erogenous zones.

In the meantime, she adored his innocence. She would stroke his head dearly as he sucked her, and bear with the sore for his sake. Her position might vary from time to time as she moved her body, but she knew that his strong suction would always be felt. She never knew she would derive so much satisfaction from breast-feeding her own nephew.

They would enjoy each other’s special company, until it was time for him to go to bed.

And things started to get even more steamy after that few initial nights.

In the mirror, Jess could see her nephew’s eager expression as she was finishing off at her dressing table. He must have noticed the difference in her that particular night. Instead of her previous spaghetti-straps and shorts, Jess was wearing something else.

Jess got up from her seat. As she did so, the black translucence hanging down from her shoulders appeared even shorter, as it barely reached her thighs. Her pink protrusions, vague as they may be, titillated her nephew’s young mind as she turned around. Below her waist, she wore another layer of black which was opaque. While she was sure that her nephew noticed the opacity, she doubted he would notice the difference under it. After all, it was a subtle difference.
“Auntie, are you done?” Yong muttered.
“Yeah why?” Jess knew she was asking the obvious, yet she preferred Yong to tell her what he wanted.
“I want to see your tits,” Yong mumbled this time. Sure, he was improving. But he was still far from being direct.
“You massage me first?”

Jess was well aware that until then Yong’s only focus was on her tits. She could not recall him spending time on other parts of her body, as he was always too busy with managing her breasts. That was quite understandable. She was not too bothered by the fact that other parts of her body had been neglected, but sore nipples were becoming a rising concern after he sucked her so much. She needed him to go easy on her delicate nipples at least for a while.

Yong followed his aunt’s instructions religiously. He started to give her a massage, beginning from her shoulder blades. As he progressed, he inevitably reached her buns. He was told he could lift up her nightie and massage her buns. Subsequently he had a feel of what she was made of behind. A good portion of her smooth buns was in direct contact with his palms as he worked on it.

As Yong finished his job, Jess flipped to her front, her nightie still lifted up till her waist. Needless to say, her thongs were exposed. With her feet dragging on the bed-sheet she bent her knees and kept them apart. Then she fixed her eyes on Yong, as if waiting for a response from him. Yong started staring at her between he legs, and as he moved closer, she set her knees wider apart. From that moment onwards, there was little need for verbal expression
Yong pressed his palms on Jess’ inner thighs and spread his fingers a little. Each of his small fingers created a slight depression on her skin as he did so. It was naughty, but Jess felt good as Yong lowered his chin onto the bed to smell her. He would press his nose against her loin and take strong sniffs, until Jess decided to strip off her thongs.

Revealed before the boy’s eyes was his aunt’s most mysterious zone. He had been waiting all the while to see what it was like. What appeared to be immense growth to him formed on his aunt’s fair skin a neat triangular patch. At the low end of the shape, her skin was darker, and around the opening there were numerous creases. They had witnessed countless penetrations, be it gentle or violent, and experienced pleasure or pain over the years. The darker shade of beige was but a trace of weathered womanhood.

Whatever his aunt might have experienced, it was unknown to Yong, of course. But neither was it of any importance to him. As he admired her feminine maturity, he thought it was beautiful. No matter what, it would always be pure and clean in his eyes, even if it did not smell as good as he wanted. He took care as he watched closely, as he was told not to touch her there. Even so, he wished he could have a taste of it.

The session that night did not end until much later. After he studied her sensitive opening enough, he proceeded to play with her abundant breasts still, though he was to refrain from sucking her. Eventually, the boy returned to his room so late that he was late for school the following day.

[ragnarclaw]

Alamak..need to find some breast to suck liao...cannot tahan..bro skystone dont forget to continue ....

[skystone]

Alamak..need to find some breast to suck liao...cannot tahan..bro skystone dont forget to continue <---haha,gd one..

I bet all those events shook him bad. I mean, first the culture shock, then up close and personal…” I commented, while still gazing at Jess’ 34-inch busts.
“He just became a little more expressive I guess. And he no longer feels shy about seeing those Triumph ads.”
“Oh. But things are bound to get outta hand, right?”
“Why? How so?”
“He keeps coming for you.”
“Then let him come,” Jess shrugged her shoulders, and as she did so her busts quivered a little. “I’m still pretty much in control.”

There had to be more after that. I did not think that Jess would limit herself to stripping off her clothes for her small innocent nephew. Neither would I believe that Yong would stop pestering his aunt. But after she finished her last sentence I did not immediately ask her to carry on. Instead, my mind was somewhere else.

The question on my mind then was not what happened later, but what it was like from the boy’s perspective. The boy was barely eight! To be able to see and feel a breathing woman naked before his eyes at his age, it must have been a luxury. I did not remember having that kind of experience myself all the way until I was twenty. And I did not have any aunts who were that young and shapely the whole time either.

I think I tried too hard to visualize the scene whereby he grabbed her breasts one in each hand and started kneading them. She caught me by surprise.

“Hey!” Jess yelled.
“Huh, what?”
“Was asking you about your school life. Don’t stare until your eyes pop out yeah?” she teased.

So I told her about my daily routine; how boring it was, and how I wished the University was closer.

“Not after any gals?”
“Nah. They are mostly not my type. Some are damn cocky even though they look like shit,” I remarked.
“Don’t be so mean!” Jess burst out laughing.

I laughed out loud too, as I went on to describe just some of the things which those girls did. Given the way they were, they should seriously consider lowering their expectations when it came to guys. Jess kind of agreed with me.

“So, anybody after you now?” I inquired.
“Not anyone that I care,” Jess replied nonchalantly, “Why?”
“That… what’s his name… Is he still pestering you?”
“Oh, you mean Pete. Kind of.”
“Whoa, that’s a persistent one. So how are you gonna deal with that?”
“I just ignore him. It’s okay, I’ll be fine.”

I made it a point not to go further into that topic. Over the phone she had told me much about this guy called Pete and how persistent he had been. I did not think that talking about him would make Jess very happy. It was best to steer away for the time being.
“Your nephew… did the same things for the past couple of weeks?” I asked.
“Well, more or less. Or shall I say, we became closer.”

Jess told me that they had ‘become closer’. I thought they were pretty close already. Whatever she meant by ‘close’ was anybody’s guess. I paid more attention as closeness took on a new meaning…

*****

Jess sat on the sofa, taking care not to touch the rear cushion with her back. She had just returned home, and her skin was still moist from the night jog. Jess thought that weekend nights would be suitable for jogging provided she was not going out. It would reduce the need to go jogging on most weekdays. She would not cut down the number of times though, because she had a figure to maintain.

While Jess was flapping her singlet to cool herself, Yong came out of his room to take a look at his aunt. Her cheeks looked so rosy under the light. She was perspiring, and her back was slightly arched backwards. The sleeve openings on the sides revealed part of the drenched band beneath. He disappeared from the doorway for a moment, and reappeared with a small blue towel in his hands.

Yong handed the towel over to his dear aunt, his eyes gleaming with admiration. He was not a good runner in school, often finishing last. For that matter he never appeared too impressive to the girls in his class. He used to get upset over the fact, until she became part of his life. He knew he could always seek comfort in her abundant bosom.

Jess was pleasantly surprised when Yong handed her a towel. It showed that he did not take her for granted. He was a nice boy, she thought. Gladly she took over the towel with one hand and began wiping the other with it. She dragged the towel up her forearm, upper-arm and then her shoulder for both sides, before raising her elbows to dry her sensitive areas. As she did that, Yong went closer to her arms to smell her.“Don’t…it may smell bad.”
“It doesn’t. Auntie always smells good.”
“Okay… But I need to go and bathe now,” Jess said, “Wanna join me?”

[high5]

Bro carry on please..........

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Bro carry on please..........