My Sexy Aunt

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We hid in the trees and could see that Luke was still at the edge of the river. He was looking around and obviously thought he was alone. He had pulled down his jeans and underwear and was certainly enjoying himself. He was very excited, and Sue and I were getting excited about watching him. Sue slid her hand under her skirt. I could not see much but she was enjoying herself and was not worrying about me watching her. Sue straightened herself up and said we had better go. I was feeling very randy.

Eventually she realised this guy was playing with her and he would never leave his family because of the fear he had for his society. The paint was only on my clothes but they were ruined. I washed and went to the bedroom to find a very pretty green dress lay on the bed. There was also a lace camisole and matching panties. So, I've lived in this house that I'm currently living in for about 15 years (since I was 8). Ever since I was 8 I've had the same neighbors. A nice man and a nice older lady. The husband moved out of the house last year to move closer to work (about 2 cities away) and she stayed at the house. They decided to rent the extra rooms out to some college girls. With my new hairstyle I looked very feminine and I could easily be the younger sister of Sue. On our way to bed aunt gave me a nightie to wear and some cream to rub on in the morning before I had my shower to tidy up any unwanted hair I had.I said “okay, I think I have a way to make that happen!” She wouldn’t suspect anything of me, I was always her best-behaved nephew as opposed to siblings and cousins who she’d get a little annoyed with sometimes. She always hugged and kissed me a lot. Of course, when I was 9 or 10 I was a more pudgy kid with longer combed blonde hair. Now I was a little taller and more wiry, I had a dirty blonde crew cut and I did a lot of pushups for a middle school kid. I was very interested in sports and fitness, but I was also pretty shy and kind of square. Maybe for this reason, my aunt would always tell me how she thought I was a handsome boy, probably to try to make me feel more confident. She was a very kind lady.

Hi, you seem very interested in female members of your family. Perhaps it's just a phase of hypersexuality combined with some poor judgement? Perhaps if you consider what your father and mother would think of you if you ever acted on your desires, you will not do something that will cause a family rift. Well dude, see uh, I was hanging out the other day in front of your pad when your neighbor walked out." The next morning was a bit chilly, so after putting on my lacy bra panties and camisole I put on a top and a warm full red skirt. Then I put on a cream jumper that came to my waist. At breakfast that morning I saw the others had dressed much the same - I was happy to see I was getting the hang of being a girl because I really enjoyed it. An attractive, promiscuous 40-something year old woman with a penchant for younger guys and with a husband who's never around??? A wealthy, attractive, promiscuous 40-something year old woman with a penchant for younger guys and with a husband who's never around???Man I'm thinking old lady as in some 65+ old broad so as I'm reading this, I'm getting a little weirded out. While I still considered myself a boy, the way I was dressed and acting made this all feel so natural. Sue told us how she would sit in the front seat of the bus because she knew that the boys behind could see up under the skirt of her tunic in the mirror. She enjoyed the idea of all the boys getting hard looking at her. She also liked to bend over a bit more than she had to, teasing the boys. Still, as the months wore on, my eventual return to Hartsdale loomed. In early August, I passed my summer-school exams, which meant that I was eligible to return to Hartsdale for ninth grade. But Aunt Lil knew that it was best to keep me in New York City. Whatever progress we had made would be lost once I returned home. With less than a month before school began, she resolved to get me admitted to the city’s High School of Music and Art. Applicants were required to take a drawing test and provide a portfolio of art. It was highly competitive, but it hardly mattered, because admissions for the coming fall had ended months before. Aunt Lil persisted, and in mid-August we received word that the High School of Music and Art was administering a special, off-season entrance exam to a handful of kids—and that I was among them.