Hello Anjali aunty,
Things were quite normal in my life a couple of years earlier. I had a girlfriend. I had a clear mind and most of all I did not have a secret uncontrolled desire. My uncle (my father's brother) got maried and this secret desire is for my aunt. Intially, I did not bother much about my aunt but then a couple of events have fired my lust.
It all began 2 years after her marriage. It was my summer vacations and I went to my village home. On this perticular day, I woke up late from my sleep and for quiet some time, I could hear the water handpump behind our house squeaking loudly. I got up and went to check on it from the bedroom facing the handpump. That first peak left me astounded. There stood my aunt close to the handpump all wet from head to toe. I could see right through the shawl she wore. With each gush of water pouring down her naked flesh, this secret desire arose, and so like the typical 'Peeping Tom', I kept ogling her secretly and even worse got to clicking her pictures.
This continued for a couple of days, after which I think my aunt understood that I secretly looked at her, but she acted as if she knew nothing. This got me bolder and I continued my activities. Slowly, I began talking to her, joking with her and even staring at her at dinner to which again she did not react. Whenever, I was back in Mumbai, I kept fantasizing about her and my mind just wouldnt stop thinking about sleeping with her.
At every opportunity I got, I rushed home without delay and satisfied myself by ogling at her. I helped her with household chores and would brush my fingers on her bare waist or when I had to hand her a plate, I would slowly caress her hand from under the plate or when my baby cousin would be in her arms, I would go up to my cousin pretending to pamper him but in turn, I would take to caressing her breasts, to which again there was no objection. She would often smile when I did all of these things .
Then on a hot Summer's day my aunt called me to her room asking me to fix her ceiling fan. I placed the stool under the fan and got onto it and while fixing the fan, I looked down and saw her bare back with just a thin blouse in between. Having fixed the fan, I gathed some courage and bent down from the stool and began rubbing my hand over her back. She began giggling and pushed my hand away saying that my uncle would kill her if he found her this way. So I got down from the stool and sat down on the sofa while she stood facing me. I gathered some courage and caught her by her arms. Pushing her towards the wall, I inched my face closer to her but she refused with that same giggle. I tried kissing again and yet again but it did'nt happen .
I did not want to force her, so I just left her there and ran out of the room. I still stare at her and at times she too looks at me. Often when I do not look at her she begins revealing her bare legs in the most normal of ways or gives me a peek of her cleavage. I tried approaching her yet again but it proved futile.
What does she want? I can't think straight. Why does her erotic imaginary images continue flaring in my mind? How do I get over all of these? What do I want? I want to sleep with her but is it ethical? How do I sleep with her? Please help me as all these things are taking a toll on my mental well being.
Thank you, Anjali Aunty in advance.
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