Her breathe smelled egg, that we had in our breakfast. Her messy hair disturbed my face and yet I dragged her into my arms. Felt her saggy breast on me; warmth of her body and sweat smelling armpit. She stumbled when I was about to kiss her. But I did before she could change her mind. Heard her whimpering, when I played with her lips; closing my eyes. Alas! The mask of boyhood I wore was broken.

She said โ€œDonโ€™t tell anyone, you know? This is wrong; I am your Aunt!โ€