Changing Relations - 1

As the night wears on, the house settles into silence, the chatter of dinner fading into the distance. Alok, tired from his day and eager to make it to the site before dawn, takes his leave, bidding us all a good night. Uncle decides to retire to the guest room, leaving Aunt Reshma and me alone in the bedroom.

Lying side by side on the bed, Aunt Reshma begins to recount her recent trip to Goa, showing me pictures on her phone. Her eyes light up as she shares titbits from her adventures, regaling me with tales of the vibrant culture, the delicious food, and the stunning beaches.

I listen intently, my own curiosity piqued by her stories, asking questions and marveling at the images she presents.

Until...

An image freezes our attention, our breaths hitching in our throats. There, on the screen, is Aunt Reshma, standing on a beach, clad in nothing but a skimpy green bikini that barely contains her ample curves.

Aunt Reshma's smile grows wider, almost daring, as she holds up the phone, presenting the image of her in that revealing green bikini. "Look, Sanjana," she prompts, her voice carrying a teasing lilt, "what do you think? Don't you think I can give you young'uns a run for your money?"

I can't help but return her smile, nodding in agreement. "Of course, Aunty! You still have a killer body." My compliment earns me another laugh from her, the sound rich and unrestrained.

Emboldened by my response, Aunt Reshma continues to scroll through more photos, each one revealing glimpses of her carefree vacation. There are shots of her standing alone on the beach, posing for the camera with a coy smile or a playful wink. Others feature Uncle, his presence suggestive of his role as the photographer capturing these candid moments.

As she swipes through the images, one particular photograph catches my eye. It shows Aunt Reshma posing with a Black man, his hands resting on her back in a manner that seems almost possessive at first glance.

Aunt Reshma turns to me, a mischievous glint in her eye as she explains, "That's Robert. We met him on the very first day of our trip. He was traveling all the way from Nigeria, looking for a good time." She chuckles, swiping to the next set of images that feature both her and Robert striking various poses together.

In each photograph, Robert's intentions seem to grow increasingly clear. His hands linger a bit too long on Aunt Reshma's waist, his gaze roaming over her curves with unabashed hunger. I turn to her, voicing my concern, "Aunt, that man seemed really sketchy."

She laughs, waving off my worries with a dismissive hand. "Oh, of course I knew his intentions weren't pure. And believe me, your uncle knew it too. But that's exactly why we went to Goa – to cut loose and have some fun!" Her laughter rings out, a bold declaration of her embrace of pleasure and adventure.

Suddenly, the photographs come to an abrupt end. Aunt Reshma turns to me, a sly smile playing on her lips as she asks, "The other photos... well, let's just say I kept those private. But if you're curious, I'd be more than happy to show you..." She raises an eyebrow, gauging my reaction to her offer.

Aunt Reshma's laughter rings out, echoing in the room. "Privacy? Oh, you're really cute sometimes, Sanjana. I know your fascination with peeking and what gets you all hot and bothered." Her teasing words send a wave of heat rushing to my cheeks, turning them a vivid shade of red.

She navigates back to her phone screen, swiping through until she reaches a locked folder. With a quick tap, she unlocks it and selects the first image file. The photo depicts her and Robert seated in a beach restaurant, the dim lighting hinting at the late hour of the same day as the earlier photos.

Their attire suggests they had changed for the evening, Robert wearing a casual shirt and shorts while Aunt Reshma is clad in a flowy sundress that hugs her curves. They're engaged in conversation, their bodies angled toward each other, an implied intimacy in their proximity.

Aunt Reshma tilts the phone slightly, offering me a better view. "See? It was just the beginning of the night. The real fun started after this..." She trails off, letting the unspoken promise hang in the air, triggering a fresh wave of curiosity within me.

As Aunt Reshma continues to scroll through the photos, the intensity of the moments captured increases with each swipe. Suddenly, a particular image catches my attention - it shows Robert leaning in, his lips locked with Aunt Reshma's in a passionate kiss. She glances at my reaction, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, Robert was quite the skilled kisser," she muses, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "He certainly knew how to use his tongue to drive a woman wild." Her words paint a vivid picture, stirring my imagination.

The subsequent photos chronicle a series of heated kisses, each one appearing more intense than the last. Finally, Aunt Reshma stops on a particular image, a mischievous glint in her eye. "After all that kissing, I was absolutely ravenous. I just wanted to fuck," she admits unabashedly.

She pauses, letting the weight of her confession sink in before leaning in conspiratorially. "Luckily, Robert was staying at a beach house nearby. So, we made our way there, eager for what was to come."

With a sudden swipe, Aunt Reshma moves to the next photo, and I can't help but gasp. The image depicts her kneeling on the floor, a radiant smile on her face, with a large, thick, black penis resting beside her cheek. The size alone is enough to take my breath away.