The Weight of a Stolen Kiss
KISS. KISS. KISS. Our lips met. Just like that time.
It wasn’t aggressive, or wet, or purely greedy like it had been at the motel. It was a light kiss, like birds touching beaks. That’s why we kissed, and immediately pulled away. It was a fleeting moment, almost embarrassing to even call it a kiss. I don’t even know why I did it. I just wanted to.
“…….”
I watched my aunt’s face. Her eyelids fluttered shut. Her gaze, which had been lingering on my lips, slid upward to meet my eyes.
“…Ah.”
A heavy silence descended. A suffocating, heavy silence.
“Doha… ah… seriously… this is….”
Her brow trembled, then twisted violently, as if she were disgusted by something beyond measure.
“We said we wouldn’t, we said we wouldn’t… do this. We said we wouldn’t do this, like this.”
“Aunt.”
“Doha, ah… seriously… why are you like this? Why are you doing this to me, huh?”
“Is it so wrong for me to want this?”
“…Ah.”
My aunt pressed a hand to her forehead.
“Please, please, Doha. Stop it….”
“I don’t think I was lying. Everything I said to you, up until just now.”
“…Stop it. Please.”
“I think I wanted you, Aunt. Whether I was drinking or not.”
“I don’t, I don’t want to hear it. Stop it.”
“Then how am I supposed to lie to you?”
“…Ah, hnnng.”
Did I want her? Truly? Was it just a bout of horniness, a desire to just fuck her once? If it was just the alcohol talking, making her look incredibly hot for a fleeting moment? Was it just an impulse, no more significant than a shallow breath?
If so, what about now? This sadistic urge to make her mine, this desire to dominate—what is this? Dammit, am I so lost that I can’t even understand my own feelings? Is that why I’ve been so indecisive?
All I know is that I want her, and I just wanted to gauge her reaction. To see how far she could become a woman for me.
Can I really dismiss this as simple lust?
I… don’t know.
I planted my arm against the wall behind her and leaned down to kiss her again. It didn’t matter if she opened her mouth or not. I brushed over her lips softly, licking them until they were slick with my saliva. That was all.
Then, as if by magic, my aunt’s lips parted.
Even though I wasn’t being crazily greedy or forcing it like before, for some reason, she opened her mouth.
Our tongues tangled for a moment. I suppressed her tongue as it clumsily tried to move. Instead, I drew it into my mouth, as if to devour it, and rolled it around with mine.
“Chuu… chup….”
It wasn’t a long kiss. When the brief encounter ended, my aunt looked up at me, looking completely drained.
“Do, Doha… no. This, this really isn’t okay… huh…? Listen to your aunt.”
“What isn’t?”
“Doha, we’re aunt and nephew.”
“Because we’re aunt and nephew?”
“Why… why are you doing this? Why, until just a moment ago… you said it was your fault….”
“Because it is my fault, so I thought it would be easier on my conscience if I just acted on it.”
“…Ah….”
“Can I kiss you again?”
The moment I tried to lean in, my aunt blocked me roughly.
“Please. Please, let’s stop… even if it’s just here… huh?”
“You said that last time, too.”
“Doha….”
“I’ll be the one to push it. This time, too. So you can just be the one who was forced by her nephew. Isn’t that enough?”
I leaned in. My aunt squeezed her eyes shut.
“H, here. Not here… somewhere else. Somewhere else, instead….”
I stopped just before our lips met.
“…Somewhere else?”
“A, after. After work. Then… then we can talk about it, Doha. Okay? Please… this is your uncle’s company….”
I looked down at her eyes. They were trembling helplessly. Was my gaze too much for her, or….
“Then, kiss me one more time.”
“Ah, Doha… really….”
“Just once, briefly.”
“…….”
My aunt lowered her gaze and closed her eyes softly. It was a silent permission. Was it because she was overwhelmed by me, or because she was afraid my uncle would show up and wanted to get it over with? Or perhaps….
“Ah, hnnng….”
Between our lips, a bird-like kiss followed once more.
—
Human emotions are like reeds; I kept repeating to myself whether my decision would be something I’d regret or not. But I met her anyway. Because of the message I got on KakaoTalk.
The message from my aunt, who had left work with my uncle, came less than an hour after we had parted ways.
Honestly, I couldn’t help but have a lot of thoughts until then. I truly respect my uncle, so if I were to take my aunt again, would I really be a piece of shit? It felt like I had become the golden-haired delinquent in an NTR story. If that were the case, is this a MILF NTR story? Oh, that’s actually kind of hot….
The more I thought about it, the more I realized one thing. The conflict in my heart didn’t matter at all. Why? Because my cock was throbbing like it was about to burst. Dammit.
“Aunt.”
She had come out without changing her clothes. A blazer and slacks. Dark colors. It was around the time the streetlights were slowly flickering on. That was how she appeared from the alleyway.
“…Doha.”
“Yes.”
“First, I’ll say this. I have to go back in soon… I don’t have time. Like I said on KakaoTalk. Understand?”
She doesn’t have time… is that her final line in the sand? I accepted it regardless. At this point, having already kissed her, there was no such thing as a final line for me.
We found a spot in a secluded alley next to the convenience store. It wasn’t exactly the place to go to a cafe and chat, and it was even less appropriate to sit in a bar and drink while talking.
“Do you hate me, Aunt?”
I decided to get straight to the point. My aunt, who might have just wanted to state her position and leave, hesitated, clearly flustered, before answering.
“Doha.”
“Yes.”
“Honestly, I don’t understand.”
“What don’t you understand?”
“…You said it was entirely your fault. You said you’d stop. But why are you acting like this now?”
“I changed my mind.”
“I told you it was painful, that it was hard for me. And yet you still have to come at me like this?”
‘Like this,’ she says.
“Yes.”
“…….”
After a moment of silence, she finally spoke.
“Aren’t you ashamed before your uncle? Don’t you feel guilty? We’re aunt and nephew, for god’s sake. Does this look normal to you? Do you think it is?”
“I’m ashamed, and I feel guilty, but what can I do when I want to be like this with you? This was my honest feeling all along.”
“You, seriously….”
My aunt chewed on her lip. She seemed at a loss for words.
Wanting to be like this… wanting this. How much of it is my true heart, and how much is self-deception? If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that self-deception for me is just this:
Trapping myself in my own pathetic guilt and acting like an idiot, pretending I don’t have these horny feelings.
Ah, I’d rather be a piece of shit than do that.
“Do you hate me, Aunt?”
“…….”
She didn’t answer. So I said,
“We were supposed to do this before. The kiss.”
“…That was.”
“I don’t like just talking. You said we’d do it somewhere else after work. Are you going to break your promise?”
“Doha. I don’t have time. I told you….”
“Then just a kiss.”
“No….”
The sound of passing cars seemed to drift in faintly from afar, and the darkened evening air was quite chilly.
I brought my face close to hers. Unlike her words, she didn’t resist. I planted my elbows against the stone wall behind her, just like before, and pressed my lips to hers.
“Chuu….”
The only difference from the office was that her mouth opened faster. Even before I could push my tongue in, she parted them slightly. As if she were someone waiting for it.
She seemed quite flustered by it herself and immediately pursed her lips again, but it was too late. I saw it. I already felt it. When I pried her lips open again, her tongue still made a show of trying to escape. But it was just a show. Every time it touched the tip of my tongue, she would flinch, yet she wouldn’t pull away.
…You bitch. The more you do this, the more you fuel the fire in my heart.
How long can you stay defensive like this? How long can you keep wearing that ‘aunt’ mask, and so on….
“Chuu… haa, ha….”
I caught my breath and looked at her flushed face. My aunt was rambling to me.
“What on earth… what do you want? I’m just an aunt. Doha, to you, I’m just an aunt, and compared to you, I’m just so pathetic….”
The question of what I want. She’s an aunt, and she’s pathetic compared to me. What is it? What kind of answer does she want to hear so badly that she’s willing to belittle herself? What kind of denial or craving does she want me to express that she’s saying all this?
“What answer do you want me to give you?”
“…….”
My aunt stiffened for a moment and avoided my gaze. The lines of her sophisticated face twisted violently.
“Kiss me.”
“Ah….”
“Will you do it?”
Regardless of her intentions, I kissed her again. She parted her lips obediently. Above all, it was her tongue. Her hesitant tongue began to squirm little by little, and soon, it began to cautiously wrap around mine. At that moment, she let out a small ‘ugh’ and pulled away, gasping. As if she were finally demanding another answer from me, she spoke quickly.
“I, I have something to say.”
“…What is it?”
“So… um, how much of it was… sincere? Out of everything you said, Doha….”
“I’m not sure which part you’re talking about.”
“When… when we drank together.”
“That was….”
My aunt glared at me. Yet, her flushed expression at least looked like she was desperate for the truth. At least to her, I seemed like that kind of person right now. The kind of trash who deceives, lies, and just satisfies his own desires. …But, hmm. Am I that kind of person? Right now?
“At least… I don’t think I lied when we were drinking.”
“Then, then what was sincere?”
“It’s true that I felt skeptical about all my human relationships and cut them off… I didn’t really lie about anything. At least my worries were all sincere.”
“…….”
My aunt hung her head. She didn’t say anything else. I rubbed my nose against her cheek and asked in a low voice.
“Can you do it? Kiss me.”
My aunt let out a groan, as if she were dying of embarrassment.
Soon, she gripped my collar tightly and answered.
“People… people might come by….”