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Author's Note: Sex between an aunt and nephew certainly falls under a forbidden category. But does that also apply to sex between an aunt and niece? I'm not entirely sure, but I'm sure that this doesn't apply to sex between step-aunt and step-niece.

I've decided to upload the first chapter of my story to the "First Time" category, even though there won't be a defloration scene yet. You'll have to wait for that until Chapter 3 is uploaded.

Just so there's no misunderstanding: This won't be a purely lesbian sex story. Starting with the next episode, the story will take a completely different direction but you'll certainly understand that I don't want to reveal any more at this point.

However, I hope you will have as much fun reading this story, as I had writing it!

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- PROLOGUE -

She had actually only wanted to sort through a pile of laundry in her parents' closet when she discovered the small compartment behind her father's carefully folded shirts. Curious, she pulled the cover aside and found a good dozen paperbacks, some of whose covers were quite worn. The titles revealed that they were all erotic novels. Clearly, her parents wanted to keep these novels secret from her. Why else would they have chosen this hiding place in the furthest corner of their bedroom closet, when the living room bookshelf still offered plenty of space?

Michelle took the books out of the compartment one by one and skimmed the descriptions on the backs of the covers. One of the books caught her attention in particular. It was the first part of a trilogy by the French author Emmanuelle Arsan. "Emmanuelle - or the School of Lust," she read on the cover, which showed two women passionately kissing. One of the two women was leaning with her back against a ladder, her shirt pushed up over both breasts, while the other woman's hand was tucked under the waistband of her skirt. Michelle had never shown any interest in eroticism or sex. However, the sight of the two women tenderly kissing on the book cover triggered something in her that she couldn't even explain.

The only sexual experience Michelle had had, if you could even call it that, had happened just a week ago. Richard, or Rick as He was called, one of the boys from her dance class, had, without any warning, pushed his hand under her blouse and touched her breast. Up until that moment, she had always felt comfortable in his presence and, if she were honest, had even fallen in love with him. His deep blue eyes and winning smile exerted an attraction on her that she couldn't resist. However, with his clumsy grab under her blouse, he brought the beginning romance to an abrupt end. This not only went too far for Michelle, but above all, much too quickly. Just as quickly as the love had blossomed, it was over again!

In contrast to Rick's clumsy approach, the picture on the book cover radiated an almost carefree passion and intimacy between the two women. Although Michelle had never been fond of the idea of ​​lesbian love, she sensed an immense magic emanating from the sight of the two. Fascinated, she took the book and disappeared into her room with it, after carefully closing her parents' secret compartment and arranging her father's shirts exactly as she had found them. Tomorrow morning, she would be taking the train to her aunt Sarah in the Black Forest, so the question of suitable travel reading was settled!

Michelle had already packed her large backpack and prepared it for the early morning trip to Frankfurt Central Station. When she tried to stow the book in the backpack's outer compartment, curiosity overcame patience, so she took it out again, lay down on the bed with it, and began to read.

Michelle didn't give a thought to the time, because before she knew it, she was so immersed in this completely new world of eroticism that she lost all sense of time and space. She wasn't aware of how long she had

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