When I got a chance to go to America, I was really excited. Mostly because after a very long time, I would get to hang out with my aunt Preethi. While rest of my colleagues stayed at the company guest house, I was invited to stay at aunt’s place. She had a small home in New jersey where she lived with her husband and two baby boys – two and five years old.
Back home, me and aunt Preethi lived across the street to each other. She moved to America after her marriage with her husband, who was also a software engineer like me. Our relationship over the phone became the norm. But we were still close.
I reached their home on a Saturday. Aunt Preethi was already waiting for me outside their home. She greeted me with a hug. I was surprised that she hugged me so tight, I could feel her body against mine. She welcomed me in and helped me get settle in.
I always had a thing for her. Back in Kerala, whenever she wore a saree, I used to sneak a peek at her. She was the hottest women in our neighbourhood. But she was never slutty in her looks. She always dressed properly. She was a proper lady.