The Door That Changed My Luck

Hi, this is [email protected] writing this story. This is the story about how a relationship between aunt and her nephew changes by the turn of a door.Your comments and feedbacks are welcome.

My name is Raju and this is the story of how a door changed my life. I live in the city with my parents where I just finished my final exam. I am their only son and we come from a big family. Our ancestral home is in a village outside the city. We have been living there till my 2nd or 3rd standard after which my we shifted to our new home in the city for better commutation. I have been living in this city home since then. The seed of my story was ploughed some two weeks back when my ammayi or father’s younger sister came to stay with us. Her name is Radha and she is some 11 years older to me. Radha aunty or rather radha chechi as I always called her, got placed in a school in the city as a teacher and my father advised her to stay with us until she can get a transfer to our village, or until her marriage is fixed.

As the case is, my father has been seeking an alliance for her for the past few years, but due to jathakam (horoscope) and financial reasons nothing got fixed yet. Radha chechi was a well known face for me. In fact we have been living together in the same ancestral home until my 2nd standard. Even after that we used to visit there quiet often and I got to see her on all those occasions. More than being my paternal aunt, Radha chechi used to be my childhood friend and play mate. It could only be that way, as in my younger days there wasn’t much friends of my age. Also Radha chechi was just 10+ years elder to me. She used to dress me up, play hide and seek, swing the swinger for me etc.

But that was long time before. Now things has changed. Even I have changed, so has Radha chechi. I got new friends from city and grew up with them and started getting fascinated about girls and their body. Radha chechi too had changed. She is not the lean childish young chechi that I knew before.

Now she has filled up with flesh at the right places making her a gorgeous lady in her mid twenties. All these transformations has not been smooth on me. The first time when I started getting soft feelings for women around me, the first time when I cummed masturbating thinking about the aunty next door all had an impact in me. I faced several conflicts in my mind. Because I had this understanding that this feeling is all wrong. That I am not supposed to think about ladies around me like that. But as everyone knows these feelings cannot be suppressed and it will come out in higher magnitude if we try to do that. Same happened to me that the harder I resisted the more I thought about sex and girls. It gave me hardon at awkward situations.

I started relieving myself by the visuals of innumerable number of heroines around us. Actress like anushka, richa, namitha, seetha etc were my masturbation heroines. Though the actress satisfied the bulk of my masturbation requirement, another set of people always held on to the corner of my mind. Those were my biology teacher whom I will be missing hence forth, the aunty next door whose husband is in gulf, the seetha aunty from my mother’s relation, and the heroine of this story – my radha chechi, and a few other innumerable people. Those real life characters around me suffocated me with their assets, which they could not have hidden in any way. They took out my sleep, giving me wet fetish dreams.

It was under this atmosphere that radha chechi moved into our house. My heart pounded like anything when I heard about this news for the first time. Though I have been used to meeting radha chechi often, we haven’t stayed together in the recent years. What my parents didn’t seam to recognize is that it is fire and petrol that they are keeping under the same roof. Though radha chechi was as charm full as she used to be in my childhood, the situation was not the same any more for me.

As I had told earlier, she is not the lean childish young chechi any more. She has put on weight and have full grown boobs and matching buttocks. She became as desirable as actresses like rasi or sangeetha. What has been a tiny bulge on her chest has now transformed into blouse stretching, bra stretching, cleavage-popping boobs. What was a simple button like navel before, has now transformed into deep finger holding fleshy navel. What has been a firm small buttock has now changed into big buttocks which swayed as she walked. In all ways she has become a walking sex object to my eyes.

When that object of my fetishness comes and stays in my house, what more can I ask for. The first few days has been really breath taking for me. From trying to size her up from all possible angles, to get a feel of her clothes was all stimulating for me. Adding to my woes, radha chechi, who was not used to wearing sarees other than for some special functions, has now started using saree regularly as part of school dress code. You must know how it looks when a person who is not used to wearing saree, wears one. Several open points might be there, showing off the flesh and figure of the wearer. How would it feel for you, if you see your favourite actress suddenly uses saree instead of her regular churidhar! Would you love to see actress like anushka, rasi or srividya in plain churidhar or sensual saree? Such was the feeling I had at that time.

Though Radha chechi still had her charm with her, she too had matured as a person. She talks about bigger things, about higher studies, her future plans etc etc. I felt that, even under her charm, she had a predominant silence about her. Or may be seriousness or sadness, I am not sure which. I felt she is bit unhappy about her marriage being not fixed yet. I could see it whenever my father discussed about it to her. Her being the youngest of the six siblings of his family, and himself being the eldest of the siblings, and considering that their father is dead, it is my father’s responsibility to marry her off in a good way. He is concerned about it, and radha chechi too is understandingly worried about it. Being at her ripe age, when a single touch could ooze sex out from her, it is understanding that she is worried about being single and deprived of sex.

Life has been going on in an exciting state in the past two weeks. My school has closed and I will be moving henceforth to plus two and it was vacation time for me. Radha chechi goes to school by early morning much before my mother goes to bank or father goes to his government office. She comes back by 5 or so just before mother returns. I used to go for playing cricket in the morning and will come back around the time mother leaves. From then onwards the whole house will be at my disposal till evening. This is the routine since my school closed.

It was one such day that my life changed for the better. Due to rain we rescheduled our match to noon and our match was over by 2:30. I came home and opened the door with my spare key. I straight away went to loo to relieve myself. While I was relieving I noticed a bucket half filled with garments kept for soaking. Immediately a bell rang in me. I know my mother never does that in this bathroom. Then it should be my radha chechi. My hands shivered, my cock started getting erect. I got this feeling that I might end up with some undergarments of radha chechi in my hand. Infact I was yearning for it a long time. I had this fetish for her underwear. When I am alone at home, I used to search her room for any bra or panty that I can get hold off. But she used to keep it in her suit case or some other place away from my eyes.

But once I had managed to find her prized bra. I felt it was huge and worn out from the stress it was bearing. I tried to read its size printed on it. But it was too worn out to read. I wished to explore her bra in detail that day. But since it was already past 5 o clock, I didn’t risk getting caught and so kept it back where I found it. After that day, this was the next time I am getting another opportunity. And I had more than 2 hrs in my hand to check her clothes. With trembling hand, but determined mind, I went to front door to crossbar the door so that it won’t be openable even with a key. Now the whole house is sealed, giving me the luxury to look in the contents of the bucket at my leisure, without the fear of being caught. I went inside the bathroom, locked the door and inspected clothes inside the bucket closely.

I took out one clothe at a time and kept it on the closet lid. It didn’t take much time for me to pick out the pieces of dress that I desire for. I got a pair of blouse, one panties and a brand new bra. I smelled all of them together in a single breath. It smelled washing powder and bit of sweat. I felt elevated and instantly felt my hardon. I removed my shorts and t-shirt making myself nude and free. My erect cock stood out in the open. I dropped all other clothes back into the bucket and sat on the lid of the toilet. Now I have with me just her four piece of dress and I kept all of them on my belly. My cock was towering behind them in the background. I took the blue blouse from the lot and examined its cup and the stitches. I felt them to be huge. I dropped the other red blouse back into the bucket and took her panties in my hand now. It was seamless, light blue in color with lace sewed along its boarders. I deep inhaled its triangular region and felt great. This was the first time I ever got hold of her panties and blouse.

I moved on to her bra while I deliberately placed her panties and blouse cup right over my erect cock. Such actions increased my pleasure points. My prized possession among all that I got was her bra. It was a brand new one straight from my imaginations. I straight away searched for the tag to check bra size. It was 36D from Victoria. At my age I didn’t have any idea as to what D denoted whereas I wrongly assumed 36 as the boobs size. Now I know that 36 is the under bust measurement, while D indicates the boobs size. Any way what mattered is I felt great to know the size of her boobs, which even without measuring was known to be huge for me. I poked at the tip of her bra imaging it is her real tits. My cock hardened inside the blouse cup it was hiding in. I felt a strange urge to wear her clothes on me. I don’t know what gave me such an urge. May be it is the cock that is already embraced by her panties and blouse. Or may be I really do have a big fetish for female clothes. Any way I decided to give it a try.

I stood up, took panties and tried to wear it. It was little bit small for me that it barely covered the head of my upright shaft. My cock head stood out toll from above the elastic band of her panties. It was with a sense of fascination that I realized that panties are thin and soft compared to the underwear we men wear. I longed to explore further. With the safety of closed house, locked bathroom door, and ample time, I explored further. I tried to put on her bra, which was no easier task for me. First thing was the bra cups went slack without the flesh that needs to fill it out. I solved that issue by taking two of her shawl from the bucket and stuffing it under the cup.

Now that the cups are filled up, I faced the Herculean task of tying the straps behind me. In a matter of seconds I understood that it is no easy task to strap a bra (offcourse I didn’t then know the easy method the ladies employed). I had to make several attempts to successfully hook the bra straps behind me. But the end result looked divine and sensuous.

Looking at the big mirror in front of me, I felt a real lady is standing in front of me in bra and panties, betrayed only by the protruding erect cock from the panties. I patted my cock as well as the bulge of my bra relishing the sensation from it. Then I took the blouse and wore it. It was bit loose on me on the waste line. Since it was front hook blouse, it was quiet easy for me to put on. I watched myself again in the mirror. I felt great to be in radha chechi’s clothes. When I looked down at my chest I could see her filled out blouse with its two mountains. Her mounts looked huge on me and the cleavages deep and unending.

I felt every woman in this world is blessed with the very best vision one could get throughout their life time. I felt women are blessed with the privilege of massaging a pair of boobs as and when they feel like. I raised my hand to massage my huge mounts with one hand, while massaging my navel and cock head with the other. My body could now pass on as a good figured women. I pressed and mauled my stuffed boobs while my right hand massaged the head of my cock protruding out of the panties. I was making my own body ecstatic when it happened.

The bathroom door opened suddenly and radha chechi barged in. It was the biggest shock of my life time. Something that I never expected to happen. Both of us freezed for a moment. Radha chechi quickly tried to regain her composure and said an out of ordinary sorry and went out and shut the door. Her sorry stood out when it was actually me who should have said sorry and apologized. Whole world around me started spinning once the gravity of the situation started sinking in me.

I quickly undressed from her garments and put on my shorts and went out of the bathroom. I grabbed my t-shirt and went for the front door to get outside. I was not relieved even after getting outside. I walked all the way to my playground and started pacing out there. I tried to recollect what happened. It was as if everything went on an upside down. Here I need to tell you people a few things.

First of all you people might be wondering how she got inside bathroom through a closed door. Well here I should tell you about “the door” that I had overlooked, or never felt really existed. I am talking about the second door of my bathroom. Yes this bathroom had two doors, of which one is a common door while the other is attached to the bedroom that radha chechi is using now. That second attached door was dysfunctional for almost as long as I remember, mainly due to the reason that no one used that bedroom permanently. So it had become rusty and immovable. I remembered that my father, at the time when radha chechi moved in, had offered to restore that door to working condition so that she can use the bathroom all for herself by locking up the common door. But she had politely turned down the offer. But now it looks like the door is nevertheless restored without giving me any warning. And she is using it! Damn the door!

Add to it, how come radha chechi was at home at this hour when the school should be functioning. Possibly she would have come home before I reached home and before I locked up the house. I blamed myself for not having thoroughly checked all rooms, especially radha chechi’s room to see if anybody is present. She would have been in her room all the time when I was at home, and would have come to the bathroom most probably to take her bucket of clothes and dry it outside. It was bad luck for me! I felt heavy at heart thinking about the scene in which I was caught red handed. Chechi would have understood everything even if it was just a moment’s glimpse.

Chechi would have seen my cock protruding out of her fucking panties while my hand massaged it to my content. Chechi would have seen her blouse fitted on to me with things stuffed in place of her bosom. Chechi would have immediately understood how perverted I must be. It would only be a miracle if chechi had atleast not told to my mom about this, if not to my father. I felt my life would be compromised hence forth. I wandered in the playground until it was very late. I had no other options other than to turn myself in. My mom opened the door for me, and I was relieved to see no reaction in her face. I quickly went into hiding inside my room.

I could hear my father and chechi and found nothing unusual in their voice. Finally call came for dinner which I dreaded. I didn’t have any other choice other than to take it fast and leave. I saw radha chechi there. I didn’t look at her face. Neither she seamed to have looked into my face. But otherwise she acted normal, though bit serious and less talking. From their conversations I understood that radha chechi’s school got closed in the afternoon session due to the death of a student. So that is the reason why she returned earlier from school. I am just unlucky. In-between, while I was washing my hands, my mother warned me from using the common bathroom any more as she had made it open to the guest bedroom side. Hmm, That was a very very late warning from her side! Dammn her! I retired back to my room after food, half relieved.

Next day, by early morning itself I went to ground. But I was in no mood to play, and instead just killed till time till everyone at my home would have left for their work. I came back home, rather relived to find no one at home. This time I checked thoroughly. But my comfort was short lived as while I was relaxing in the front room, I heard key turning and found radha aunty opening the door and stepping inside. I was surprised to find her home at this odd hour when she is supposed to teach in her school. I didn’t ask her anything, but I had the inquisive expression on my face. Seeing that she told me “I took permission from school as I was having severe headache”.

Saying this she went to her room to keep her belongings and may be to take rest. Glad that she didn’t ask anything about yesterday’s incident, I quickly escaped to the safety of my room. Due to the guilt in me, it would be suffocating for me if I stay with her now. I wondered what I should do to tackle the situation, or where I should go to escape from her. I could only think for a moment when there was a knock on my door. It was radha chechi on the door. She stepped inside my room, which was rather unusual of her as she always respected my privacy in my room. She had changed over to a red blouse and off-white saree which was surprising as she rarely wears saree at home. Her projections appeared to be even more bigger than it used to be. Her figure is making big impressions in me, making me hard at once. I dared not to stare at her huge heaving boobs or the flash of her navel. I just don’t want to be caught once again.

Her presence in my room raised anticipation in me. Is she going to scold me or advice me on yesterday’s incident. I was not able to guess by her looks. But she asked me a different question “Do you know something? I actually faked being sick at school, so that I coould come over here”. I was perplexed by her revelation. She asked me “Do you know why?”. I nodded in negative. She sighed and came another step closer to me and told “I faked so that I can see you once again… … and in the same clothes as you were yesterday”. She told that with a twinkle in her eyes. She was standing just 1 foot away from me, and I was unsure what to expect or how to respond. But all my confusions was wiped out by her single action. She without giving any warning reached out her right arm to grab my hard rocking cock over my shots. I was alarmed all of a sudden. But I was unable to move. Her hand had a good grip on my tool making me immobile and surrender myself to her hands. She told “All these days you where this hard and I feel ashamed that I didn’t even knew”. A long pause followed in which my cock continued to be held by her with just my shots restraining a direct contact with her hand.

From this scene, I am cut shotting to another scene some 5 minutes later. The location is the infamous bathroom. She still has her hands on my cock. But this time through the thin fabric of the panties that I was wearing. Yes she once again made me wear her panties and bra after dragging me all the way to bathroom. I was timid to change over to panties, but she insisted. When my cock came out in the light at the time of changing, I fumbled to cover it from her keen eyes. I hurried with the panties only to realize later that the panties cant cover up whole of my cock while it is hard. The head and half of cock was outside the panties. With some effort I changed the direction of my dick so that it pointed downwards. In this way the panties covered my dick, but only my dick as the erect dick made it impossible for the panties to reach up to my pelvis or bum. In this odd situation I was made to wear her bra. She first hooked up the bra around my waist and then rotated so that the cups come in the front. She filled the bra cups with her used panties. Then she raised it and put the straps over my shoulder. Now I looked like a she-man. In the mirror I looked odd with a beautiful bosom on the torso and an erect cock inside the panties.

It was at this point that radha chechi held my cock once again. She grasped it from over the panties and tried to hold as much of it as possible in her one hand. “You are still hard like a rock! Amazing to see it hard for this long period of time” She told. I could only grin as I squiggled in pleasure. “What is making you hard like this? Is it the presence of my body? Or is it being dressed up in my undergarments”. That was a difficult question to answer. I felt the presence of her body as well as the rubbing of her fabrics on my body caused this sustained erection in me. She left my cock for a second while she removed her saree. The bottom of saree was getting wet from the bathroom floors.

So probably she removed it to save her saree from the hustles of getting wet. Or she intentionally removed it to provoke me with her nice curves and cleavage. By her looks I think the second one is the more logical reason. Any way she was never comfortable in saree and don’t know to wear one without showing out bits and pieces. So she is now only in her blouse and petticoat, showing the plumpness of her bosom and belly and showing her deep cleavage in the light and shadows of the incandescent lamp. She is the real female goddess while I am just a dummy with a dick. She went behind me and hugged me from behind. She asked “Why you never openly showed the passion and crush that you had towards me. You should have tried your chances with me. After all I am ur aunty right. Whom else you will approach to relieve yourself”. I felt I waisted my time all these days by not trying her.

She ran her hands all over my chest while she crushed her chest behind me. Then she ran her hand straight downwards to hold my cock from under. She crushed it a few times and then pushed it from down so that my cock head is moved upwards. It moved to the upright position showing its ahead once again over the thin small panties. She grabbed my cock head with both her hands and twirled it inside her hands. I felt being elevated to the next level of pleasure. She handled it like a soft toy, massaging it at the right points. Looking at the mirror I felt elevated to see the queen of my dreams behind me and massaging my cock for me. Slowly she dragged the panties further down, revealing my full tool before her. She took my balls in one hand while she gave long strokes to my coke with her other hand. “You have such a beautiful and big cock. You will be able to satisfy any girl with this.” After a pause she asked “Have you done any girl before?”. I nodded in negative. “So does that mean your chechi will be the first girl who will be satisfied by your virgin tool? Will you satisfy me with your tool? Can u raise me to never before seen heights of pleasure?” she asked me. I answered “I place not only my tool, but also my entire body at your disposal. If I can bring you to ecstasy atleast once, my life is blessed”. She was visibly delighted and hugged me tightly.

Her slow strokes on my cock has now built into full fledged strokes. The pleasure doubled while watching us in the mirror. As pressure started building up in me, I bend like a bow backwards, making my dick show over the washbasin in front of the mirror. “Chechi, I might cum any time soon” I told. Chechi didn’t let my rod go free even for a second. Understanding that climax is building up in me, she stroked me even more vigorously. She licked my ear from behind while her other hand played with my nipples.

As her continued strokes build up cum inside me, I desperately reached for her navel and boobs behind me. Because I need such soft toys to quench my thirst. And then it happened. I cummed. I cummed straight into the washbasin, spurting again and again. No spills went outside the washbasin. With my final cum I collapsed over the wash basin, holding it with my hands. Aunty still hugged me from behind, but had let loose her grip on my tool. After a few minutes I came to my sense and washed the basin of my cum. Aunty got hold of my thing once again and told “You cummed a lot in one go, and still I can see some hardness in your tool”. What she told was right. Apparently my tool somehow still retained the hardness. May be it is her hand on my tool which is doing the trick. She started stroking it again slowly. And to my delight and happiness my little boy was resurrected to life. Chechi whispered in my ear “Can we go for one more shot?”.

Without bothering to wait for my answer she grabbed my tool and pulled me over to her bedroom. What followed then was a dream fuck of my lifetime. My whole perspective about aunty changed. She showed me how much she was deprived of sex all these years. From an unassuming, timid person as known to the rest of the people, she changed into a wild lioness inside the four walls of her bedroom. I never knew that my aunty kept lidded so much of ecstasy and passion inside her. She was a wild boar waiting to be unchained. She fucked me like hell as if avenging my father for not marrying her off sooner. She fucked me as if making a statement that her nephew, i.e., me, will be her fuck machine until she is married off. She showed me how much desperate a women can get if deprived of sex. She fucked me to her content with so much of emotion, not just for that day, but in the days to follow.

All in all it was a lucky day for me and that door became the lucky door for me!

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