Aunt Neighbour
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 13: “You really do smell nice”
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 13: “You really do smell nice” - Alex has always lived a quiet life with his family in a peaceful neighborhood, his days blending into one another with a predictable rhythm. But when his estranged aunt, Allie, moves back into the neighborhood after their grandfather's passing, his world is turned upside down.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Aunt Nephew Anal Sex Cream Pie First Lactation Masturbation Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Slow
She smirked and winked. “I guess you’ll just have to learn Lithuanian if you want to find out.”
“Not fair!” I laughed, pulling her to me and hugging her. She laughed and squirmed as I tickled her sides. I relented after a few seconds and she held me tight as she caught her breath. She finally looked up at me, seemingly confused.
“You’re sure you’re not a virgin, right? Because girls should be throwing themselves at you, I’m telling you. You’re funny, charming, smart, good-looking and genuinely nice. So what’s wrong with the women here?”
“I’m flattered and I couldn’t say.” I replied. “Maybe none of them are as great as you.”
She blushed at what I said and then thought for a moment. “D’you know what a Dutch kiss is?”
I shook my head.
“It’s basically just a kiss you give someone for any old reason,” she explained. “Just spreading affection across the world. I’ll give you one because you deserve one.”
“If you say so,” was my response. “What do I do?”
“Kiss me back is all you need to do. It’s not weird because I’m your aunt, is it?”
I laughed again. “We’ve already established that particular dynamic doesn’t work for us, so yeah, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Good,” she said, turning us around so I was now the one against the sculpture. “Now don’t be tense, a Dutch Kiss is just for the hell of it, okay?”
I nodded.
She certainly didn’t seem nervous about it, since she put her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine, kissing me firmly. I put my arms around her back and returned the kiss, thrilling to the feel of her soft body pressed to mine. Her wonderful breasts squashed to my chest, her trim stomach flat with mine and our hips touching. I felt I stir down there I had no hope of preventing, but she didn’t respond to it.
Her lips were warm, tasting of a lightly cherry gloss. Her hair was next to my face and smelled of herbs. Her fingers flexed on my back and she hummed very lightly into my mouth. I’d kissed plenty of girls before, but it had never been like this.
She slowly broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, a hint of a smile on her face. “See? A Dutch Kiss. And you did well.”
“Thanks,” I said, smiling back. “Like you said, kiss for the hell of it, right? Now I just need to find girls to practice on.”
She sighed whimsically and grinned. “Well, if you find no one smart enough to volunteer, I suppose you can rely on me.”
“Sounds good,” I replied. “Assuming, of course, that my parents or anyone they know don’t find out.”
“Good point,” she admitted. “Teaching my nephew how to Dutch kiss, Karen may not quite understand.”
“Then we won’t tell her, okay?”
“Deal,” Alexa said, leaning in again and giving me another kiss. We then stood and she put her arm through mine while looking around the center of the maze. “Crap, I don’t even know where we came in, do you?”
“Possibly, but I think it’d be more fun to rely on your confusion to escape our prison.” I declared, putting my hand over her eyes to shut them and then spinning her in place a few times. She giggled and protested but did not stop me. I finally stopped her and let her lean on me while she recovered and then told her to pick a direction.
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