Let’s introduce myself, I am Vicky 24 years young from Bangalore, Karnataka. I’m a freelancer and I work for graphic designing. Anyone from or outside of Bangalore who would like to collaborate can get in touch with me . And also please do not forget to leave the comments and feedback after reading.
From childhood, I never called her as Aunt Since I brought up in a hostel which is so close to my Aunt house , I used to visit her house frequently . I always used to call her by her name Neetu (her name is Neeta). That was because she was youngest in the family at her generation and I was used to listening to everyone calling her ‘Neetu’. Keep your dicks and pussies open to jerk 🙂 .
Now, coming to the actual story.
As my 24th birthday was approaching, I could observe a distinct change in the behaviour of Aunt, especially with me. These days, she used to come closer to me, hug me, kiss me on my cheeks, and caress my hair, face, back and all. I never understood the reasons for this change.
On the eve of my birthday, while having dinner, neetu asked me as to what I wanted for my 24th birthday. I told her that I had everything and that I did not want anything more. I just told her that I needed her love forever. She said, “vicky, I love you and will always keep loving you.” I could hear a particular emphasis on her words ‘love’ and ‘loving’. But I did not understand the relevance.
After having dinner, we both watched TV for some time and retired to our respective rooms for the day. As usual, I removed all my clothes and got into my bed naked. This was my habit, which probably no one knew.
Halfway through the night, I was shaken awake. I rubbed my eyes. I saw neetu standing near my bed in a sheer white negligee. Her black colour bra and underwear was clearly visible. But I ignored. I asked her, “Neetu, what is the matter? Are you alright?”
She smiled and said, “Vickyy, look at the clock, it’s five minutes to twelve midnight. It’s your birthday. You said you wanted nothing for this joyous occasion but I had already arranged for a chocolate cream cake, which you so much like. Now get up and cut the cake. Surprised?”
I fully opened my eyes and said, “Certainly yes, Neetu, I am surprised. But can you leave me alone for a moment?”
She asked, “Why, it is close to midnight. I don’t want to miss the stroke of twelve. Come on, get up and let’s cut the cake.”
I avoided her eyes and said, “Neetu, I am in my birthday suit. I have nothing on me. Let me put on clothes. It won’t take time.”
She said, “Doesn’t matter, vicky. I have seen you naked a number of times since you were a small kid. What is the difference? I haven’t seen you naked for long. And I will be happy to see you that way, for old times’ sake. Please get up and don’t waste time.”
When I hesitated, neetu pulled away the sheet on me and said, “I have made it easier for you. Now, will you?”
I was left with no choice. Stark naked, I got up. neetu drew the side table in front of me, on which she had kept the cake. She handed over the knife to me and sat beside me.