Peeping at aunt

I decided to write my story. Guests and relatives came to our dacha. We were celebrating my sister's birthday—she turned 25. Aunt Angela came to visit—she's my mom's third cousin. And I've always been in love with her since childhood. Aunt Angela was notable for having simply enormous breasts; I don't know what size they were, but her breasts were just immense. And somehow, ever since childhood, that part of her body attracted me. Well, as always at birthdays, especially at the dacha, all the relatives got drunk, but as they say—culturally and not loudly.

By the end of the evening, or rather already at night, the men all went to sleep, some earlier, some

later, and the women started cleaning up. I had already gone to bed too, but before I could fall asleep properly, I decided to go out into the yard for a bathroom break. The women were still sitting and chatting about their problems, and when I came down the stairs, I heard their voices on the veranda and how my mom said—"Wow, Angela, they just keep getting bigger on you." I immediately understood what she was talking about. I froze and peeked out from the room onto the veranda. There, Aunt Angela had lifted her top and was showing her breasts. I was simply stunned. I had been dreaming of catching even a glimpse all evening, and here it all was, so close. In my underwear, my dick got so hard that it was pounding in my temples. And at that very moment, Aunt Angela saw me, then her gaze dropped lower, and I instinctively covered my dick, which was bulging out of my underwear, with my hands. She smiled and said to those sitting in the room—"And look how firm they are." And she shook them. Laughter erupted, and again my mom said—"Well, you've always been a notorious tease." I stood rooted to the spot and couldn't move.

Aunt Angela said she needed to go out, as she put it—"to catch the wind." And she went outside. The women started clattering dishes and cleaning up again. I couldn't stand it anymore and slipped outside sideways. I rushed to the toilet but ran into Aunt Angela. "I saw you," she said. I didn't know what to answer, and on top of that, I desperately needed to pee. "Were you peeking at us?"—I blurted out—"No"—and I added that I needed to use the toilet. Then Aunt Angela said—"Okay, I won't tell anyone, but would you like to see me like that again?" I don't know why, but I blurted out—"Yes."—She smiled broadly and said—"Then today I'll ask to sleep in your room instead of your sister." I was already bursting with the need to pee, and I involuntarily replied—"Okay." And running about three meters away, I pulled down my underwear and started peeing, not paying attention to Aunt Angela. Suddenly she came up to me and said—"You're already grown up, right? Yes?"—"Well, yes," I answered. She kissed me on the cheek and said—"Thank you." I didn't understand anything, but I realized I was still standing with my underwear pulled down, so I quickly pulled them up and rushed to my room.

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