An aunt and her nephew

Raju was a 16-year-old teenager who lived with his parents in a large, cramped Indian city. His family was often too busy to bond over anything, resulting in Raju feeling isolated and lonely for most of the time he spent at home. Coupled with the mounting pressure he faced at school, and his relative low count when it came to friends, Raju often ended up being overly stressed. He needed a break.

Raju’s mother had a younger sister, aged around 38, who lived a 14-hour drive away. Raju had last seen her close to a decade ago, but remembered her as a very jovial, adventurous person. If there was anyone he genuinely felt loved by, it was his aunt. But that was before her career took her to various places far, far away. She was the one person in his life he admired- for a 6-year-old, she was really cool.

Surprisingly enough, Raju’s aunt invited him to spend his summer vacation with her that year. For once, he actually looked forward to it. His aunt lived in a coastal city famous for its beaches and cuisines, and staying away from the busy life he had back home would do a good deal in refreshing him. His parents also approved of it, and once the exams were done and the vacation underway, Raju was soon on a flight to his aunt’s city.

Reaching her house, however, he was in for a bit of a surprise. Immediately after seeing her, he noticed how gorgeous she looked. Being a teenager himself, he caught himself gawking at her ripe body quite often. She didn’t seem to notice that- even if she did, she didn’t mind. Was she always this beautiful? Or had she changed so much over the past few years? He couldn’t tell. All he knew now was that she was stunning to look at. How she was still single, he couldn’t understand. Her chest was very well developed and so was her rather large and curvy bottom- all this made for a stunning figure.

There was, however, one aspect of his aunt’s looks that really struck a chord in him. Her long, shint brown hair. Unknown to almost everyone, and in fact quite recently discovered by himself, Raju had a strong fetish for hair. While he thought he probably had it since his childhood, it had definitely developed into something stronger in his adolescence.

He last remembered his aunt with a bob cut, but now she was sporting very long hair. Her hair, when left free, almost reached her lower thighs. What really turned him on however, was just how thick her hair was. Often when she was braiding her hair, she found it difficult to hold it all in one hand, something he noticed, as he stupidly stared at her doing her hair every single day. He liked its colour too, dark brown, almost a hazel shade. It shined so beautifully, like as if someone had polished her entire head with wax. He could tell his aunt took great pride in her hair, just by observing the way she cared for it, and the amount of time she spent combing it, braiding it, washing her hair, and simply looking at it in the mirror, admiring her lustrous mane.

Raju often got hard just by thinking of her hair. Even at home, he would pleasure himself looking at pictures of women with beautiful hair or plaits. Living with his aunt, he would now rub himself imagining her hair, the entirety of its thickness and length wrapped around his penis, imagining his aunt naked, rubbing him with her hair wrapped around her fingers and his penis. Often, without his aunt’s knowledge, he would catch a glimpse of her changing, when half naked, in her lingerie, or if he got lucky, completely nude. Those perfectly shaped breasts and her lush bottom, and her beautiful hair of course- she was perfect. He would often satisfy his lust by masturbating looking at her hair while she slept. If she was deeply asleep he would touch her hair, stroke it, and rarely even wrap it around his penis. He smelled her hair, it was the smell of her shampoo, a brilliant fruity smell which he found quite arousing. What he found more arousing however, was the smell of her scalp, often smelling like sweat, the stink of which he found really hot. When he sneakily looked at his aunt changing he also noticed her rather hairy armpits, and a bushy crop of pubic hair growing around her vagina- he would love to see these at close too. He got the opportunity to observe her armpits once when she was in a deep slumber, her hairy armpits turning him on very strongly, the sweaty stink of her armpits adding extra satisfaction to what he already found extremely sexy.

It was soon May, often the hottest month in India.

He wasn’t to daring at the start, but as he continued living with his aunt for the summer, his confidence crept up. He would find ways in which he could touch his aunt’s hair without arousing her suspicion, like using the excuse of her hair getting stuck in his bag zipper to pull her braid hard, or “accidentally” slamming the car or house door on her braid, or pretending there was something stuck in her hair, anything just to stroke that crop.

One night, his aunt walked in, extremely tired after a long day at work. By how sweaty she was, and with her panting, it was evident she had walked all the way home. Instructing him to get the food in the microwave, she fell asleep on the couch, soon snoring away in bliss. Given how fast asleep she was, Raju gathered more courage. Her beautiful face was red from the heat and the panting, sweating pouring down the sides of her face and into her head, moistening her hairline. She did not even unbraid, before falling asleep. He slowly crept up to the couch, pulled his pants down, and gently stroked his rock hard penis, looking at her thick braid. He stroked her hair, feeling how smooth and silky it felt in his palms. He grabbed her braid, gave it a tight squeeze, amazed at holding all of that hair in his hand at once. He bent down and smelled her scalp, it was hot, wet, moist, stinky, turning him on more than he had ever been in his entire life. He brought that snake like braid closer and closer to his penis, soon wrapping all of it around his cock and having the time of his life.

He wasn’t finished yet. His lust, his erotic desires, and the highly sensual urge to cut her hair soon overpowered him. He made his way to her bathroom, where he soon found those shiny pairs of scissors hanging from a hook in the wall. He made his way back to the sleeping beauty. He took her braid in one hand, holding its end, the scissors in his other hand. Unsure but determined, he cautiously snipped a few centimetres off the end of his aunt’s thick brown braid- before she suddenly stirred. Alarmed and terrified, Raju quickly hid behind the couch and lay as still as he possibly could- lucky for him, she was just as deeply asleep as before. He looked at his hand, holding the very small but beautiful locks he had just snipped off. With a sense of triumph and achievement, he continued stroking his penis with his aunt’s braid until he reached orgasm, after which he made his way back to his room.

The next morning during breakfast, Raju was seated at the dining table, while his aunt sat in front of a mirror a few feet ahead of him, braiding that beautiful hair of hers. As she got to the bottom of her hair, she stopped abruptly and peered closely at her hair- something seemed a bit different. A scared Raju sat behind her, completely horrified. However, his aunt soon gave herself a look of dismissal, smiled and got back to braiding her hair. When she saw Raju staring at her hair, she smiled and said, “It seems like a lot of work doesn’t it? But it doesn’t seem so to me, for I love it. Do you like the way it looks?”

A blushing Raju stammered, “Absolutely aunt, your hair looks really beautiful, but-“

“But what?”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to deal with shorter hair- especially in this weather? Why don’t you try cutting it?” He was aware of his words- the very thought of his aunt cutting her hair excited him.

“Short hair is easier to maintain Raju- that’s true, but I love my hair! Cutting it off is an outrageous idea! I would never chop my hair off…” Her voice trailed off toward the end.

Raju was a tad bit disappointed, but he knew that what he said made his aunt think about it atleast- which didn’t seem quite so disappointing to him after all.

That night, Raju once again continued his routine of pleasuring himself with his aunt’s hair. He was still a few feet away from his aunt’s hair. Just as he pulled his pants down and started to stroke his penis, his aunt woke up quite abruptly. Looking around, she was rather shocked to see Raju with his pants down, his penis in his hand, masturbating. Raju quickly opened his phone and pretended to masturbate looking at porn.

“Raju, what are you doing?!” asked his perplexed aunt.

“N-n-n-nothing, aunt, I was just-“he stammered.

“Raju, I understand what you were doing. It’s the age when most of the boys start to masturbate, and- and, it’s fine, I mean…” his aunt said.

Raju was very embarrassed. He knew his aunt was not very upset about this, and he knew she was mature enough to understand and let it go. All the same, over the next few days, he observed her being more and more closed off from him. He couldn’t bear seeing this, and he knew he had to do something about it. He decided to talk it out, and apologize.

So one night, during dinner, he brought it up.

“Aunt, I just wanted to apologize about what happened that night. I know it was rather dumb of me, but, I guess I just couldn’t control myself”

His aunt was puzzled at the abruptness of this, but she just smiled and said, “I know that, Raju. Controlling yourself is important, however. But I’m not mad at you.”

She hugged him after this. Raju was relieved. But this relief once again meant a revert back to his sexual fantasies about his aunt.

Just one night after he had this conversation with his aunt, Raju was back to his old ways, masturbating in the presence of his aunt’s hair, albeit with higher awareness and more caution.

Over the next few days, seeing his sweaty aunt, he would often bring up the topic of haircuts, once even suggesting a headshave rather subtly.

“You know aunt, considering how hot it is, a lot of girls and women are shaving off their heads! They’re sporting the bald look, it’s a very popular new trend right now.”

He noticed his aunt’s grip on her hair tighten when he said that. Determined, he continued, “A few of my female friends tried it too- one of them had knee length hair! But now, she’s completely bald, and she’s donated her hair! What’s the big deal, she says, hair only grows back, haha!”

While he didn’t directly suggest his aunt get her head shaved, his aunt did seem rather shaken after this latest conversation. She seemed lost in thought for the next couple of days, but she seemed more protective of her hair than ever. Raju got hold of her phone, and subscribed to a youtube channel specializing in videos of women shaving their heads. Her feed was now full of such videos. When Raju snuck into her room during her bath to check her phone, he saw in her history that she watched 4 videos of women shaving their heads fully. What he had done had the desired effect. Now he could only wait.

One night, Raju got up at around 2 am to drink a glass of water, when he noticed his aunt sitting in the couch, with the light turned on, clutching her loose hair tightly. She looked upset and pale, and was sweating profusely.

He went up to her and asked her, “Aunt, what’s the matter?”

Startled, his aunt responded, “I’ve just been thinking… Raju, I want you to do me a favor.”

“What is it?”

“I want you to,” taking a deep breath, she said, “I want you to shave my head.”

It had finally happened! He had influenced his aunt into wanting to get her head shaved! Raju’s happiness knew no bounds. But he had to act surprised to conceal his excitement.

“What?! What are you saying, aunt? You said you love your hair! You wouldn’t want to lose it!”

His aunt gave him a look of hesitation- he was suddenly worried he took it too far.

He quickly said, “All the same, I suppose you would look pretty with a clean-shaven head- not to mention, just think of how convenient it would be, to get this mop off your head! Aunt, I will do as you asked. I’ll shave your head.”

Without giving her time to think or respond, he quickly got up, headed to his bathroom, and brought out the electric trimmer.

“Are you ready, aunt?”

She was taken aback slightly by his enthusiasm, but the sight of the clippers made her hold on to her hair even tighter.

Slowly, and very reluctantly, she said, “Yes, I’m ready. But let me braid this hair one last time, Raju.”

He obliged, readily than ever.

His aunt slowly braided her hair, taking all the time in the world. But to his excitement, it only felt like a few minutes. She looked at her braid sadly, thinking of the time it had taken for her to grow, thinking of all the time, effort and care she had put into maintaining that hair, but she had to let go now.

He moved closer to her and switched on the buzzer. She said, “I don’t want any of the hair on my clothes. Let me undress, and don’t look.”

Raju was now ecstatic! This just kept getting better and better!

She soon came to him, and sat down on the stool in front of him.

“Are you sure I should go through with this?”

“Of course, aunt!”

“What are you going to do with my hair?”

“Why, I’ll donate it.”

She began to tear up, but with a subdued ferocity, she whispered, “Do it. Shave my head.”

She saw those menacing clippers approaching her forehead, buzzing away. She suddenly felt weak and scared. Raju, for his first stroke, decided to shave her head right through the middle. As he moved the clipper down her head, she could feel the buzz, she could feel the machine eating away at her hair. She slowly took her hand to the top of her head and felt it. NOTHING! Nothing at all was left anymore!

She burst into tears, crying silently at first, and then weeping openly. Raju tried his best to put on a face showing sorrow and remorse and guilt, but he was enjoying himself too much for this. Savouring every single moment and movement, he slowly moved the clippers through her thick hair. One stroke at a time, half her head was soon bald. The roots of her hair were wet with all her sweat. Her scalp stunk, and he was fully aroused. Slowly, he buzzed away the other part of her head too. Soon, his beautiful, weeping, naked aunt was fully bald. Not a single strand of her once beautiful hair was left on her head, instead lying as a chopped off braid near Raju’s feet. Her emotions overpowered her, she cried even more.

But Raju wouldn’t be done so easily. He asked his aunt to stay where she was, and went into his bathroom to get a razor and foaming cream. Seeing these, his aunt, amidst her sobs, said softly, “Raju, please don’t…”

But Raju pretended not to hear and soon began foaming her head. Her head was covered in foam, and soon he ran the razor all over her head, shearing away every last bit of her crown. He wiped away all the foam.

And there she was, his beautiful aunt, shorn completely bald, with a shiny bald head where once a lustrous brown mane lay. Unknown to her, Raju never donated her hair, but kept it with him, using it to satisfy all his erotic fantasies and desires.