Search for prostitutes to escape I love with my aunt

The girl I love suddenly became the stepmother

Already a long time I'm not in touch with his aunt, also dare not return to that House, where me and my aunt first met, where I love my aunt earnestly and also where I witnessed the moment the girl I love becomes the stepmother. My aunt than me 3 years before as a member of the family, my aunt was his tutor.

My aunt has just graduated from University with a degree in honors and received the right to teach in a high school. Perhaps by professional peculiarities should my aunt started working classes than his real age. First met his aunt, I hate my aunt because something looks cold and severity that way: "I-you" listen very patronizing.

Meanwhile, I was a new boy grew curious and exterior wooden by contrast. My aunt as proved in cold, extent, the more I like to tease, flirt cause my aunt is angry, embarrassed. Each time, two cheeks pink pretty lips, prospective aunt mím tightly back, looks very lovely.  

I've turned against all, hope that the time and the distance will cause us to forget each other to come up with new life. (Artwork)

Since the appearance of my aunt, I take in the House really, no longer la cà, cotton hair out on the street every evening, I "ambushed" my aunt to tease, and to be ... see my aunt. I have a crush on my aunt ever since, I don't know, just know that her feelings for a great day out.

The day I plan to his daughter, love, also is on the disclosure information will the same aunt married. Believe her as a punch makes me stunned. My mother died, I long to go step further is the good thing, but why is she my aunt? Is the girl I fell in love?

I can not love with scramble, especially when my aunt also loved him. The two men have loved each other even before my aunt received tutoring you child. My aunt how to reach us, to the news with his aunt married will not cause us to be shocked.

But why, when seeing a father holding his aunt, my heart is still aching, back belts. The day my aunt wearing the shirt the bride look beautiful aunt, aunt grace on my dad, silly, nghịu e. I looked at my aunt didn't blink an eye, my aunt's happy day is also the day I told him please will forever buried love. My blessings wishes for my aunt sounds really bitter, I try to keep my smile smile, have a bitter taste.

My aunt is a nice. My aunt took care we thoughtful, worried we each li each second. Younger brother I wouldn't hesitate to call my aunt: "mother" affectionate and sweet, like my aunt gave birth to it, and I still am ashamed nghịu, certain not known his aunt was "mother" that just "Auntie".

Nor aunt called me "son" as you call me by name. Each contact aunt, I family, embarrassing. I'm afraid my aunt and I will recognize the sentiments that I was trying to hide, trying to ride. I've often turned the other way when his father and aunt love together, though just a fist or an eye to award each other affectionately.

I hate to have to witness the scene, I dare not admit that you are jealous. I become anger, getting past and ballast or away from morning to night. Dad and my aunt as I trade, care, interest me then I as the region were out to stay away from them.

I'm sure that I hate my aunt because his aunt was "occupied" by my mother. I'm not sad, I leave for he misunderstood, by her obvious misunderstanding is easy to accept more than the truth. Despite every attempt to my aunt's family, I remain stubborn and elusive.

I know my aunt, the sad dad, but I can't do anything more. Each day to see my aunt, living a roof with my aunt, my feelings never cools. I just love my aunt than fiery, and the fire burns. I have a girlfriend, but only to cover everyone, it's really in my heart only shadows of my aunt.

Ethics is the boundary cannot step over

Disaster suddenly came down to my family, my father died in a traffic accident left grief, loss, along Sage for my aunt and brother. On seeing me, my aunt cried as his energy squeeze out into tears.

The daughter, she had to rely on me that crying as an act of sharing the pain, but I have a different feeling. Around people I have adrenaline rush chop shock, weakness of my aunt made me feel I have the strength, I suddenly found myself big and responsible to cover for her, my daughter sees a long time ago.

Aunt asleep early as I am asleep in exhausted, eyes still argue the country. I feel the breath of the aunt gently, feeling the trembling still left where soft hands. I quietly go see aunt and then as the unpressurized, I hastily removed from the room as the fugitive, drain cold water all over people and himself reviled the thought in his head. But the gentle aroma of Auntie still makes me hard, it stunned me, screw me entangled into these emotions could not overpower.

Before the announcement of the final breath, venting my aunt promised he would rather he take care my brother until we really mature. My aunt had kept the true promise. After dad died, my aunt stayed with us, still my brother care caring as before.

Daddy's gone, the House suddenly becomes empty, cold truth. I became the only man in the family, I have to stay at home more to pacify and aunt to the House less lonesome, but on the contrary, the more I go more, go from early morning to evening biền.

Go to the home back into the room, the door closed, electronic games night or layering until the following afternoon, then rushed out of the road. My aunt took care of me, my aunt to dinner part but I would not touch. There are times, I saw my aunt asleep on sopha, with moment prepared to wait. I do not dare to awaken my aunt, don't dare linger longer aunt look, I again leaned into the room and buried his head on the virtual world.

Image of paying my formidable aunt. I want to plunge into the hold to love aunt gets long ride was intense burning, burning in our passion and guilt. Last night, I went out to find prostitutes to satisfy, to the image of aunt no longer makes me miserable, to my mind stop thinking these dark spectacle.

From there, before coming home, I have to go somewhere to squeeze her, to no longer desires every time to see his daughter in love, to keep yourself in the right position of a husband and children. In, I was always haunted by the fear that a minute, when did not restrain ourselves, I will do something crazy. I am running away from my aunt, run yourself, flee love and guilt in this festivity with the prostitute.

One night aunt waiting for me with eyes. I was not able to run as many times, I can't help but faced with his aunt. Sobbing aunt confessed to me a true shock me that my aunt loves me, and each time before home, aunt must find men to lull the woman in his desire to see me, Auntie still can still conceal his true feelings.

Love me do my aunt suffering like I did. We all have to conceal a terribly horrific secrets and a love cannot be accepted. We live together, see each other every day but can't come together.

The distance between us is just a few steps, but the truth is the two banks of the abyss. We cannot defy ethics to come together whether it is something they both aspire to.

I look like Aunt eyes implore, ask aunt I help my aunt to escape the painful, paying grim. My aunt is weak and small baby, I want to hold your aunt to wrap, but can't forward a step.

Just bring her one step further, I will not be able to restrain himself, I will plunge into an aunt and then this all my life, I will have to repent, regret. Again, I turned to flee, and that was my last run time.

I moved to stay in dormitories of the school and search for study abroad scholarships. I hurried up the road as soon as possible. I've turned against all, hope that the time and the distance will cause us to forget each other to come up with new life. On the other side of the globe, I always look forward to my aunt will soon find happiness.  =