Dima couldn't believe he was doing this. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He had to see it, touch it, taste it. He had to have her.
He tiptoed into the dark room, careful not to make a sound. He didn't want to wake his aunt Luba and her daughter Elmira, who were both sound asleep in the big bed. He approached the bed, his eyes fixed on the lump under the blankets that he knew was his aunt's plump, irresistible ass.
He lifted the covers, revealing Luba's voluptuous figure in a pair of black lace panties. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the soft flesh, marveling at its firmness.
"You little pervert," he whispered to himself, chuckling at his own audacity. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the curve of Luba's ass, feeling a thrill at the forbidden act.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down, exposing her bare cheeks. Luba stirred in her sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. Dima froze, holding his breath. But she settled back into her slumber, unaware of his presence.
Dima couldn't resist any longer. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind his aunt. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buries his face in her ass, inhaling her scent.
"Get off me, you creep!" Luba suddenly exclaimed, waking up with a start.
Dima quickly withdrew, his heart racing. "I-I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else," he stammers.
Luba glared at him, her eyes narrowed. "You thought I was someone else? You thought I was a whore you could just fondle in your sleep?"
Dima gulped, feeling a mix of fear and arousal. "N-no, of course not. I just... I couldn't help myself."
Luba sat up, pulling the blankets up to her chest. "You couldn't help yourself? You couldn't help yourself from groping me in the middle of the night?"
Dima nodded, unable to speak.
Luba sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Dima, you're my nephew. I'm your aunt. You should not be thinking of me in that way."
Dima nodded again, feeling ashamed. "I know, I'm sorry. I'll go now."
He started to get off the bed, but Luba stopped him.
"Wait," she said.
Dima turned to look at her, his heart pounding.
"I'm not mad at you," Luba said, a small smile playing on her lips. "I understand that you're a young man with desires. But you have to learn to control them."
Dima nodded, relief washing over him.
Luba patted the bed next to her. "Why don't you stay here for a while? We can talk."
Dima hesitated, but then climbed back onto the bed. He lay down next to Luba, close but not touching.
They talked for a while, about everything and nothing. Dima found himself opening up to Luba in a way he never had before. And as they talked, he found himself drawn to her even more.
But he knew he had to resist. He couldn't let his desires control him. He had to be strong, like the women he admired.
He got up to leave, but not before giving Luba a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"Goodnight, Aunt Luba," he said.
Luba smiled at him. "Goodnight, Dima. Sweet dreams."
Dima left the room, his mind racing with thoughts of his aunt. He knew he had to control his desires, but it was going to be a long, hard fight.
To be continued in Chapter Two...
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