Seeing Auntie

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I used to spend a lot of time in the bathroom of my parents’ bedroom, peering through a crack in the door as my aunt undressed. She’d call to me not to come out until she said so, unaware that I could see her quite clearly. I’d watch as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her large breasts, always in a basic white bra. The mere fact that I was spying on her was enough to arouse me, but the sight of her bra made me even harder.

I’d continue watching as my aunt took off her slacks,

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