Champa Khatun, my aunt, blissfully unaware of my lurking presence, changes in her room. Her luscious curves, barely concealed by her thin nightie, stir something primal within me. I watch, hidden, as she innocently hums a tune, her body swaying gently. My cock hardens, tenting my pants as I imagine those forbidden curves under my touch. I must have her, I must claim what society deems taboo.