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[Krishan202]

#Malaika Arora

I drove my little hatchback on my first long trip that summer, 450 km to where my mom's mother, sister Malaika Arora, and her husband Jai lived. My thoughts drifted to fishing the cool streams and warm lakes, to card games with my grandmother, aunt, and uncle in the humid evenings, and to their cabin-like homes in the woods. Occasionally memories of a Aunt Malaika's kiss affected me(accediental she kissed me when i was in 17), but I shook that off, accepting that I was 19 and anything vaguely sexual made me horny. Her lips had been so soft on mine, moist, and utterly tender. How could adults greet each other this way and not feel aroused every time? I sighed. 19 and horny. I would outgrow this.




Pulling into grandma's driveway nine hours later, I leapt out and raced into her cottage. We sat at her little table and got caught up. After a bit she suggested I walk next door to visit my aunt and uncle. I trotted over and the moment Aunt Malaika saw me she raced out the door toward me, squealing. She grabbed me in a tight hug, making happy sounds.

"Look at you! You look terrific, Sunny! You're finally filling out and," she added roughly rubbing my chin, "maybe you can actually grow a beard now?"

I blushed, wishing my damn relatives didn't notice everything and then talk about everything. As she had examined me, I had done the same. Aunt Malaika was attractiveand sexy. At 5' 3" she was a couple of inches shorter than me and a bit stocky, which included being a bit busty.At age 47 she looked, well, like age 30. Malaika was my favorite aunt though, always sweet to me and she treated me like an adult. Her bright eyes met mine with genuine interest and her animated style engaged me. People liked Malaika and she made them laugh.



I tried and failed to not look at her lips. They had retained the fullness of her youth as well as natural color that denied a need for lipstick. Though sometimes she did wear lipstick, a plum shade that redheads preferred. She smiled, revealing lovely white teeth. I tore my gaze away and her eyes met mine. My heart jumped in terror. I had only glanced at her lips, right? I hadn't stared? She took my arm in hers and guided me inside and all was normal for us, though a new awareness of my arm against the side of her breast washed over me.

Greetings aside we all started to play cards, my aunt and I against Uncle Jai and Grandma. We had played cards together since I was a small boy, laughing and chatting, enjoying the company more than the game. Most of the time it was about cards, about conversation, and about relaxing, but sometimes the odd allure of Malaika affected me and created feelings of shame and fear. I did not want to be some freak of a nephew. I loved how much she liked me and I battled to hide my attraction to her. Yet as my partner her eyes met mine often. As she contemplated her bid, she pursed her lips prettily. When she laughed, which was often, I could see her tongue. How I hated myself. Fucking loser.



It was decided that I would sleep at Malaika and Jai's. They had more room and woke up early each day, as I did. The three of us prepared for bed and then I sat reading at the kitchen table. Jai disappeared into the bedroom and Malaika popped out to say goodnight. She walked over to me and her motion seemed slow, languid. She stood beside my chair and placed a warm hand on my left shoulder. She leaned over and kissed my forehead in a motherly way. "Goodnight, sweetheart," she whispered. The softness of her lips on my skin lingered and her whisper felt sultry and full of promise. Surely my imaginings. Hoarsely, I said goodnight and she smiled as she walked to their bedroom. I stared at the closed door and felt hot tears of shame and the burn of desire on my cheeks.



The next day we all worked on firewood for the winter. This year I ran the splitter, a sort of recognition of my manhood. Wood was carried, split, and stacked in the old shed. We sweated despite the cool air until the sun slid behind the hills and the cold overwhelmed us. Grandma had left at noon for a nap. Now the three of us went inside to stoke the fire, eat hot soup, and rotate through their one bathroom for showers.

I sighed as I rested on the couch, chatting with Jai. I had showered first and changed into a plaid shirt and sweats. I felt like a logger after a hard day in the woods. As we talked, Jai started to nod off and excused himself to bed for the night. Our conversation had helped me stay awake, too, so now I drifted, waiting for Aunt Malaika to finish her shower so I could go to bed. I must have fallen asleep.

Aunt Malaika slid onto the couch beside me and I blinked blearily at her. Despite my sleepiness, my nostrils were hyper aware of her soft lavender scent and my leg felt the warmth of hers against mine. My heart pounded when she murmured, "Goodnight, sweetheart." She leaned across and kissed my cheek, but it wasn't casual. Her lips stayed on my skin too long, too intimately. Then I felt her breath an inch lower on my cheek and she kissed again, moister. I felt confused and I froze. Aunt Malaika shifted and her body pressed against me as her mouth reached across my face, drawing near my own lips before kissing my other cheek. It felt like her lips parted against my skin. My balls tingled. I should push her away. I didn't want these soft kisses from my mother's sister. Yet the arousal ran deeply through me, as undeniable as it was immoral. I muttered uncomfortably, "I need to get to bed."



Aunt Malaika's eyes met mine, so close. She smiled into my eyes, her look both understanding and teasing. "Sunny, you don't like this? I'm just being good to you.."

I panted softly, begging her in my mind. Begging her to stop. It felt wrong. She was wrong. My nerves fired madly and my brain screamed at me to escape.

But my body turned slightly, offering my cheek again. She murmured, "There's a good boy" and her hand cupped my face, her hand warm and comforting. I closed my eyes, feeling safer in the dark. Aunt Malaika's lips met my cheek softly, sweetly. Was this just the affection of an aunt? Was I imagining the rest?

Her hand slid down my face slowly as she rose from the couch with a knowing smile. "Sleep well, Sunny," she said as she left the room.



Sleep did not come for hours.

The next three days passed as if nothing had happened. Clearly I had laid a veneer of eroticism on an innocent act. Malaika, Jai, and I played cards as we always had. Grandma joined us sometimes and we cooked meals on the wood-burning stove. I took long walks in the woods, usually alone. Life was simple, good, and as it had been on every trip here for years.

Sometimes, as we cooked in her small kitchen, Malaika brushed against me. It could not be helped, meant nothing, yet affected me. However, I was able to shake it off. Sometimes I noticed her as she moved. Had she always been so smooth in her motions? So feline? My eyes were drawn to her swaying round ass and her breasts, larger than I had ever noticed before. I chastised myself, irritated at the observations and feelings. I was a ridiculous kid. I don't think she saw me looking.



On my fourth and last day in Malaika's home my fears and hopes would be challenged. Jai had gone to town with some buddies for a "serious card game", leaving Malaika and I alone. We sat on the couch amiably, reminiscing about the past and pondering the future, especially my future as I considered college and career. She sat a bit away from me with her legs curled under her in a sweater and jeans, feet bare. Her  hair was swept into a messy bun after a day of housework, but she had added lipstick after dinner, the lovely plum shade that worked with her red hair. As she spoke my eyes left hers often to watch her sculpted lips move. I think she noticed, but she said nothing.

"Well," she said as she stretched luxuriously, "I know it's early and I've loved our conversation, but my bed is calling. Time for goodnight." She slid onto the arm of the sofa and I leaned back to look up at her. Our eyes met briefly and I felt the return of the shameful desire. Malaika leaned down to kiss my forehead, even slower than before. Long moments with her warm moist lips on my forehead. I said nothing. I heard the quiet sound of her lips leaving my skin, then she shifted toward my eyes for a second kiss beside them. My breathing became deep as she planted another slow hypnotic kiss on my cheek. My eyes closed halfway as her kisses moved down my cheek, sometimes dragging open lips across my skin. My body was motionless, but my heart hammered madly. I heard the steady ticking of the antique clock, but time did not seem to pass. .



Her lips traveled nearly to the corner of my mouth. She was going to kiss me! I feared the effect of her kiss, feared where it might lead. Deep in my heart though, I had been curious about her kiss for a long time. I had to resist, but it was so hard to fight. I reached deep and blurted, "Oh please don't! Please no more!" My fists clenched as her pouty lips moved toward mine, then upwards to kiss my nose playfully and - God help me - maternally. My fists relaxed slightly. She paused to whisper, "This relaxed you as a baby, darling" and again her mouth passed near my lips. She kissed my chin. Malaika's hand caressed my face; my eyes closed again. She pressed her body to mine tighter and the combination of sweetness and sexuality increased my dizziness, breaking down my reluctance.

Her next kiss started on my cheek, even closer to the corner of my mouth. I felt her smile and she giggled softly as if aware of my desire. Was she thinking my desire was dumb? Was she laughing at me? Or was she toying with me?

I feared being seen as a stupid kid, but the proximity of her luscious mouth aroused me. I was going to kiss her. Or she was going to kiss me. This couldn't happen.

"Please Auntie, please don't," I said softly.



"Oh sugar, what could be wrong with adoring you?" She whispered against my cheek. "With loving you," she added along with tiny butterfly kisses toward my panting lips.

"Oh Malaika!" I exclaimed. "You're making me want things I shouldn't!"

"Oh, my. Nephew. I didn't know. But now that I do..." She whispered, "...just let it happen, Sunny" and her soft lips touched the wet corner of my mouth. Tears sprang to my eyes as I fought it. Fought her. In my pants though my cock was rigid and weeping precum.

"We can stop this anytime you like, Sunny," she said, her traitorous fingers caressing down my cheek and onto my neck, cool calm fingers invading the hot flesh under my collar. "Or just turn away now, if you can."

With a monumental effort I turned away, escaping her lovely gaze and seductive mouth. I stared at the wall, my breath slowing.

"But," she cooed, "you have to mean it." I felt her fingers move under my chin. She tugged lightly on my chin. A child could have easily resisted, but i could not. I found my eyes back on hers, our lips again close. I couldn't resist. I hated myself and I hated her. Tears leaked from my begging eyes that knew not what they begged for.



I felt her breath on my lips now, her open mouth inches away. I felt the terror of the taboo. My aunt! Dizziness overwhelmed me and I grasped Malaika's shoulders to steady me. I croaked, "This isn't right. What would people say?"