She blushed, smiled and said you look really good to. Thanks was all I could say. Is this really happening, I thought, am I really that attracted to m... own cousin? Is she as attracted to me? I stood up and now my bulge was a little obvious. She just stared at it and whispered, yum. What I asked. Oh nothing she said, looking embarrassed that I heard her. It's just that you, uh ummm you are, I mean you just look, you look really good. So do you I said. Did you say yum, I asked, um yeah I, I did,. I set the box on the floor and lay back on my bed staring at the ceiling. Then I closed my eyes. I tried to recall my deepest memories of her; searching as far back as I could, but all I could see were shadows and faded images. I could remember sitting on my bed next to her, my arm around her waist, as she read to me. She seemed so much bigger than me. I opened my eyes and looked up at her with a smile.My dad looked down at me and smiled in reply."You look tired," he said softly.I nodded and. . provided you get those numbers this week," she smiled.I felt relieved and yet chastened by this woman. She was in her fifties, married almost thirty years to a successful artist, Darren Powell. Like her, he was brilliant at his chosen craft, extremely well read, possessed of a lively sense of humour and he loved his spouse passionately. They seemed on the surface to be opposites, but they were anything but. I kicked myself once more for not including her right from the start. Thankfully, John. I hope you all have read my previous stories tooo… If not please take a look at those too… Am here to describe the story which happened between me and my aunt. To say about her she is a typical south Indian wife as all of you with height 5ft6inches and stats of 34 32 34 which I came to know later. Coming to the story it happened at the end of January. My aunt is one of my mom’s best friend she stays next to our house. Every evening my mom will have a chit-chat with her at my house garden by.