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Just a brief context so that wouldn’t seem too taboo. So I am a 45 years old woman, separated from my daughter and my ex-husband for the past few years since I could not live with him under the same roof anymore. The problem of getting married to a lawyer was that you always have to draw a line between right and wrong and sometime it got your life a bit too overwhelmed. I am also told by my friends that I need to get rid of that tough facade, tried to be more open toward men that approached me. But I think due to the nature of my work (I used to be the head of HR dept), it really had an impact on how I looked at people (especially men).
After a while, the stress got better of me and I have decided to quit my job, used all my saving to pay for a small downtown apartment so that I could remove out from the 2 bedroom apartment I got from the divorce (Never told any one about this too). Use the leasing money to pay for my simpler but happier live. But that’s enough about me I guess.
I have a sister who is 5 year older than me, in her 50s and she is such a sweet and loving person. She adopted Harry (my nephew) from an orphanage when he was 5 yo and had nurtured him into such a fine young man. That even gained her a lots more respect from me and we do believe that we have done everything so that Harry could felt that he is loved as a part of the family. I didn’t know what Harry thought of me until the incident happens but I do think that I have played my role as an aunt perfectly even though I didn’t spend a lots of time near him.
All until a few days ago, my sister invited me on a family get away trip. The trip would be a week long vacation to Bali. We got our own resort mansion and I only got to share the space with my sister, her husband, Harry and his closest friend – Dave. The occasion was to celebrate the 2 of them getting into University and also sister birthday was happens to be in October. When we got to our resort, there were only 2 br so I happily opted to stay in the spacious living room and sleep on the massive couch.
The problem (which I assume that I created) started from now. At first, it was a bit uncomfortable since I felt really left out from the fun while we were on our feet exploring the island. But thank to Harry and Dave, they really did try their best to lift my mood up with all the encouragement and silly jokes and it sure did wonder to my mentality. I think this really the turning point of the trip since when people got me to open up, I got comfortable and started going with the flow and this was a bad – like really bad bad decision. During the 2nd night at the resort, we got ourselves a seafood feast on the private poolside and while my sister, her husband me were busy stuffing our stomach with oysters and lobsters, the two young men decided to put on a silly show of acrobatic diving – dead dive? – as they said. The goal was to perform the most silly jump that one could from above into the pool and my goodness it was hilarious. At around 9pm, my sister and her husband headed to the hotel lounge for some more drink. I was asked to join them but I passed the offer since I have had my handful of alcohol already. The two boys were still at it and after seeing me being lazy on the poolside chair:
“You are missing out, aunt Liz” – said Harry
“I would like to …” – didn’t let me finish the sentence, I got splashed by a huge wave of pool water all over me and it got me fuming, but in a good way. I screamed and started fighting back and it ended up with me dragged into the pool by the two cheeky bastards. To be honest, it was a lot of fun when I got to do all the stupid diving stuff with them. But after a while, my drenched clothes was restricting my movement and I concluded that would be the end of the fun for me. I headed back to the bathroom, get a quick shower and called it a day at around 11pm. When I was about to sleep, I heard someone in the kitchen and when he walked past me, it was David. He asked if I wanted to switch place with them so that I would be able to sleep better on the bed instead but I refused. I would like the boys to get a huge bed for themselves since I fit in the couch just about right.
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I believed that it was past midnight that I got woken up by a strange sensation. The sensation of someone touching my asshole. I immediately open my eyes but it was darkness that surrounded the entire surface. My eyes had not adjusted to the dark yet so I didn’t know who was doing that and why. I recognised that my short pyjama bottom and my underwear had been pulled down to my ankle. I had not react yet, someone’s finger was still gently rubbing and circling my butthole. Not until I felt the finger slide down to my private part that I finally made a visible reaction. I turned on my back, tried to grab the hand and said STOP but quietly. It WAS Harry!. My nephew Harry was trying to finger me. We both froze, I had no idea and no response to such action. Harry just mumbled “Sorry” when I angrily told him to go to sleep. It took me a while to went back to sleep since something even worse had happen: I got horny from the sensation of being touched.
The next morning, I tried to play cool and act normal toward Harry but I could instantly sensed that something is not right with David with the way he looked at me. I spent the whole day questioning and finally, when I got a chance to meet David in person. I asked David about what they were doing the night before, but in a subtle way so that I could get some understanding on Harry action. At first he said that they were just fooling around, gaming and stuff but of course my facial expression insisted that I didn’t believe any of those. Finally, David confessed and I still shocked at his response until today.
“We had a few shots of alcohol and decided whoever sneak out and got a taste of your pussy and asshole first would win”
“Win what?” – I stopped David and asked with a tone
“Just boys stuff, gaming console” – and to make thing worse, he pulled out his phone and show me a few photos.
“The fuck?, delete that” – I seriously looked at his face and asked loudly
There were pictures of my bare ass taken by Harry, all my bottom part was exposed in the picture and I did not know when or how Harry took it.
“Harry said he almost got the bet but he got caught because he took too much time feeling up your ass.”
I just stood there, confused as hell and was greeted with David smirk after he turned off his phone.
“You have no idea what Harry want to do with you?”
“What now?” – I asked
After that, David sent me bunch of text between Harry and him and thing got much sexual than I thought it would be. Even pornographic materials were passed between them say what they wanted to do with me. To make it worse, I even gave in to a few of their blackmails condition but I was too ashame and could not fight back. When I got back from the trip, all the guilt stated flooding in and it made me feel like I have crossed the aunt- nephew border too far and if anyone were to find out then I would not know how to live with it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xyy8gw/f_woke_up_at_middle_of_the_night_due_to_a_weird