The period of puberty and adulthood in each takes place in its own way. My story also has its own individual features, some of which my aunt brought into my life. I still do not know: either I’m mad at her, or be grateful to her for the fact that everything turned out so interesting.

When I was 14, I already knew a lot about the close relationships between men and women. Many, but not all. Some gaps in sexual education and upbringing have played various jokes with me. But basically I knew everything. He knew what to do, what not and what to do, but risky. He knew that it was not too early to have sexual intercourse. It is necessary to wait for a full-fledged maturation of the body, to endure at least 17 years, and better to 18.

When I was 16 years old, I visited a pioneer camp, where I learned about one very original way to relieve sexual tension. It turns out that you can do it yourself, by hand. The boys in our ward for fun, forced one to do it in plain sight. They put a chair in the middle of the room, the kid sat on it and began to “work” with his organ. Everyone else for some reason had fun watching all this. Everyone looked at this sight with burning eyes, and when the boy started to twitch in convulsions and splash the fountain in front of himself, everyone shouted loudly and applauded, as if the boy had scored this goal.

And when I turned 18, I felt that my body also requires intimacy with a woman, and it strongly demands me. And at the same time I understood that for the time being it was impossible to do this, and there was nobody to whom - what kind of girl at that age would agree? And I also decided to try to do it myself, using my faithful hand instead of a woman. I liked it, and I began to do it regularly.

And one time my aunt, my father's younger sister, came to visit us. For some reason she was not yet married. She was very cheerful, constantly joking, laughing, constantly pinning everyone. I no longer remember why she came and how long she was going to visit us. But once it turned out that we stayed alone at home for a while - my father went away somewhere, and my mother left somewhere for a while. The aunt was watching TV, and I went to the bathroom. I turned on the water, and while the water was being drawn into the bath, I took up my usual occupation. Closing my eyes, I energetically moved my hand, mentally imagining how to have sex with a very beautiful girl.

And suddenly I heard behind my back, as the door opened. I looked around - this aunt entered. For some reason I forgot to close the door! And because of the noise of pouring water, I did not hear steps in the corridor. And for some reason, my aunt needed to go to the bathroom at this very moment. In general, she found me behind this interesting occupation. Seeing me with my organ in her hand, she began to laugh! So she began to laugh, as, probably, people even in the circus do not laugh. I was confused, and I am standing - holding my “friend” in my hand and looking at my aunt in surprise. And the aunt laughed, laughed, then through laughter says:

- My dear, why do you spend so much on yourself?

And while I was trying to figure something out, she suddenly threw me to the floor right in the bathroom, pulled up her dress and sat down on top of me. And she began to jump up and down, while continuing to laugh. I wanted to throw her off, but she sat very firmly, hard pressing me to the floor. While I was trying to figure out how to get out of the situation, I suddenly felt that I was approaching the end. Naturally, I stopped resisting. After a couple of seconds, I became ecstatic, firing hard inside my aunt. And although I felt then that feeling a lot better with a living woman than with a hand, I still didn’t like all this much. And the aunt got off me slowly, while continuing to giggle and gazing into the eyes, then asks:

- Well, so you like more? Want more?

“No,” I replied, and began to rise.

- Not? - she was so surprised. And suddenly she knelt down and wanted to lick her tongue too. I didn’t like it at all, I pushed her off and left the bathroom.

"Here is a fool!" - I thought to myself. Despite the fact that I received full physical pleasure, in general, I was not thrilled with everything that happened. Firstly, I completely differently imagined my first time. Not in the bathroom on the floor, spontaneously, but normally, like all decent people. Secondly, although my aunt was still young, she was about thirty-five, she seemed too old to me. She was quite beautiful, but still not as good as the girls in my dreams. And finally, it was completely incomprehensible to me how she could even have sex with her nephew. In short, I harbored a grudge against her.

I wanted to tell my father about it, but then I decided that I shouldn’t tell my father, but told his brother, my uncle. Uncle became very angry, began to swear at her very much. Then he tells me:

- Go somewhere for half an hour, I'll talk to her in my own way.

I ran off joyfully. I thought that the uncle is now scolding her so that she will regret that she was born into the world. And I really wanted to hear it all. So I returned five minutes later, quietly opened the door with my key and quietly entered the apartment. What I saw plunged me into complete shock: the uncle and aunt had sex. And they did it in such a way that it was clear that this was not their first time.

I could not come to my senses for a long time, I still could not understand how this was possible. But then my friends explained to me: well, what happens is “incest” called.

Then my aunt left, and for several years I did not see her. During this time I managed to gain a lot of normal experience, I learned a lot of interesting things and learned a lot, I went to bed with many girls and women.

And somehow my aunt came to us again. This time she was already married, and came with her husband. Her husband was a Georgian. He was a very good man, I liked him a lot. He had a lot of money, he brought us all a lot of gifts. But, like all Caucasians, he was very hot, temperamental, and very jealous. He never let go of his wife. He was constantly afraid of letting her go outside alone or leaving her alone at home. It is understandable - the wife was in this case unreliable, prone to easy behavior. He either knew this or guessed it. And once he had to go somewhere about his business, and he left her at home. And since he didn’t trust her, he asked me to be at home all day too and watch her, as if she had gone somewhere. He was sure of me; it never entered his head that there could be something between a nephew and an aunt.

- Do not worry, genocale, everything will be fine! - I assured him. - I will follow her in the strictest way!

But in fact, of course, I had very different plans. And when he left, we were alone with my aunt. I tell her:

- Well, auntie, come on?

- What come? - she pretended not to understand what I was talking about.

And I calmly say to her:

- Undress, do what you did not finish last time.

And he began to undress. And at first she began to say something there, like “you are crazy if the husband finds out, we both cannot live,” and all that. But I did not even bother to persuade her, but just silently began to undress her. She resisted a little, but then agreed. “Sorry, genocide, but I must take revenge on her!” - I mentally turned to my aunt's husband, attaching myself to my aunt from behind. And although there was no revenge as such, I just wanted to do everything I could with her and do it when she was already married. I really wanted her to cheat on her husband. And even more - I wanted him to know everything. I even, while doing my own thing, thought that maybe I would tell him everything myself. For some reason I was sure that he would not do anything to me, but would beat her.

Her husband, leaving her to me, "entrusted the cabbage to the goat." He did not know, of course, some of the secrets of our family, which I myself did not know before. It was only shortly before this that I became aware that my aunt, it turns out, was my grandmother and grandfather’s adopted daughter, so she was not our blood relative. Therefore, she could easily have sex with her nephew, and with her stepbrother, there was no incest. But I still harbored a strong offense at her for not having told me about it from the very beginning. Could and would tell, that I did not worry.

Yes, and all her attitude to life, her easy behavior, her windiness annoyed me greatly. So I wanted to annoy her somehow. And I, having inclined it, did my work with all my might. But she, bitch, liked it a lot. She moaned loudly and repeated:

- Stronger! Even stronger!

I did everything with her, all kinds of sex. And when I, having done it four times, finally exhausted, she says so offended:

- And it's all? And why so little?

“Don't show off,” I answered calmly. - If you want, I will bring my friends, will they make you many more times?

“Why do I need friends,” she replied, “I want with you.” But you, it turns out, so little you can! I'll have to satisfy myself.

And she became engaged in self-satisfaction.

“Here is a fool!” I thought again and went out into the street.

When I returned two hours later, as I climbed the stairs, I heard in the apartment a terrible cry of her husband, who was cursing loudly and commemorating us all with bad words. When I entered the apartment, he pounced on me with swears:

- I asked you to look after her!

Damn, but I forgot that I could not go anywhere! And did she really lead someone? And I asked out loud:

- What is it?

It turns out that when I left, I forgot to close the door. And her husband, upon returning, entered the apartment and saw his wife lying naked on the floor with her eyes closed and enjoying herself with her hand.

- So what? - I was surprised.

- Like what?! - the husband was angry. - See, you can't leave her alone, she will still be drawn to this business!

- So she is not with the peasant! - I replied. - On the contrary, rejoice that she keeps you faithful! She really wants to, but she, even left alone, did not search for anyone, but satisfied herself with her hand.

“This is yes,” the husband agreed. - She knows that, if anything, she will not be good, therefore she is afraid.

“Well, yes,” I said, looking merrily into his eyes. - why are you worried? She is true to you!

The husband calmed down on this, and did not arrange more scenes of jealousy. I also calmed down on this. For some reason, I no longer wanted to remember that old offense to my aunt. Maybe it's for the best.