It was Diwali, and, as usual, I visited my hometown in india, a remote village with limited facilities. The people there are quite conservative, adhering to traditional ways of life.

I have three aunts, and one of them is exceptionally beautiful, which often earns her a lot of admiration. However, given the conservative setting, she doesn’t have much independence in terms of choosing her attire and usually wears sarees.

During this vacation, my mom suggested she try on some of my sister’s clothes, which included a pair of tight jeans and a stylish top. It was the first time she had worn anything so modern and fashionable, and her transformation left everyone stunned. My mom thought it would be fun to have a photo session, and though my aunt was hesitant at first, she eventually agreed after some gentle persuasion.

I was given the task of being her photographer, and as I started taking her pictures, I found myself unexpectedly aroused.

I tried to maintain my composure, but the rush of blood to my penis caused a visible bulge in my pants. Despite my efforts to hide it, her gaze shifted downward, making the situation worse.

I tried to distract myself, but the more she glanced downward, the more difficult it became for me to stay composed. I was overwhelmed by a deep sense of second-hand embarrassment, She smiled confidently, as if she took satisfaction in the idea of having drawn me under her spell.

I just mumbled something, quickly turning away and pretending to be all focused on the camera. She let out a soft laugh, fully aware of what had just happened, and I could feel the heat rising in my face. For the rest of the day, I couldn’t even look at her, hoping the floor would swallow me up, while her smile lingered in my mind, teasing me with the memory