Trying Out A Condom With My Aunt ~ Part 1

Before reading, I’m sorry but my English isn’t that good.
I originally published this story in Gujarati, Urdu, and Hindi; then translated.
I’m 16 years old, my aunt is in her early 30’s.

Please be 18+ when reading. Hope you enjoy. I appreciate all comments.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

My grandma always loves when I come over to her two bedroom apartment complex. She lives with my aunt and my little cousin. I like to visit them whenever I have free time. The best part is that my grandma always gives me money for visiting. She says she loves me and wants to see me live here and stuff. I always laugh it off and thank her for the money. She’s retired and loves her grandchildren so very much. I’m glad I’m her only grandchild that actually visits her from time to time.

Apparently, my 4 year old cousin loves to check my wallet as well when grandma gives me money. He likes to make fun of the fact that I have no money or likes to steal the money I already have. He would open my wallet up, take everything out, and not clean up the mess. He’s an annoying kid.

Yesterday after praying Magrib (sunset) namaaz (prayer) at the local masjid (mosque), I went to my grandma’s house for the regular visit. Same routine ensued. Grandma hugged me, paid me, and then we sat down and talked with me. However, this time, her neighbors invited her for dinner with my cousin and so they left together which left lots of free time for me to chill back in my house. The only problem was that my cousin took my wallet into his mom’s room and dumped everything out on the floor. I was angry that he did this but was grateful when I entered my aunt’s room that my Aunt was sitting on the floor and had already started picking up the coins and receipts and such that were originally in my big fat wallet. We slowly put everything back to it’s usual spot.

“What’s this?” My aunt asked pulling up a single condom pack which had been in my wallet as well as my receipts.

“Oh, it’s just a condom my friend gave me a few weeks ago,” I replied. “He said that one day I’ll need this for whatever reason.”

I chuckled when I said that, but my aunt just inspected the condom pack some more. I don’t think she knew what it was for, or she would be pissed off seeing me have it in my wallet.

“Do you know what this is for?” I asked her.

“No,” she replied.

“It’s like, um, let’s see,” I thought, “When boys and girls have sex, you know the boy has a private part?”

My aunt nodded.

“Yeah, so he well, um, will put this onto his penis so the girl can’t get pregnant.”

My aunt smiled now. “Oh ya, I’ve heard of this on t.v.”

“Yeah.” I continued. “It also protects against a lot of diseases and stuff so both boy and girl can’t get sick diseases from each-other.”

My aunt continued to check the small writing on the back of the condom pack. She seemed to have a hard time seeing the small writing. She read it:

“0, 9, 2, 2, 2014, what does it mean?” She asked with a frown.

“Oh, that must be the expiry date. Those numbers tells us that we shouldn’t use the condom after September 22nd, 2014.”

“Kind of like milk bags and food, right?” She asked.

“Yeah, exactly. So basically, I have a few months left before I have to throw this away.”

My aunt handed me back my condom package and I looked and felt it carefully. My friend gave me this condom last semester in class. He said that one day I will need this. He was probably drunk when he said it and gave it. I don’t think I will be needing one until maybe I get married . Or maybe never if my wife is on the pill. It will probably be expired by then anyways. I should probably see what it looks and feel like soon.

“Your husband never wore one?” I asked my aunt as we continued to put everything back into its proper place in my wallet.

She shook her head, “I wanted him to get me pregnant so I guess that’s why he never wore one or told me about this stuff.”

“Do you want to have another baby?” I asked my aunt smiling at her.

She smiled back but shook her head. “One is enough.”

“That’s good. Now that you about condoms, you don’t have to get pregnant.”

I looked at the condom package and tried to remember what my grade 9 Sex Ed. teacher had told our class about condoms last year. Fuck, I’m stupid for fooling around with friends and not paying much attention.

Once we had completed cleaning up my huge wallet with loads of shit, we both got up from the floor and sat on her bed. I placed the wallet on her drawer and then I asked my aunt if she has scissors. She nodded, stood up, went to her cabinet, opened her drawer, grabbed the scissors and handed me it. I used them to carefully open the condom package, not wanting to damage and waste it. A weird smell began to come out as I reached in and took out what appeared to be a yellow ring with a pointy end sticking out from the pack. My aunt watched as I took out this thing we all call a “condom.” It was very moist and felt very slippery.

“I guess this is it.” I said. “Here, feel it.” I handed the condom to my aunt who was sitting beside me on her bed. She felt the condom all around getting her hands a little slippery while doing it. She quickly handed it back to me. It seemed easy enough. I just need to cover my cock with it.

“I’m gonna try putting it on. I remember my teacher said that we can’t reuse it once opened unfortunately.” I said.

I gave the condom back to my aunt. She held it on her palms and watched me as I stood up from the bed and instantly pulled my track pants down, not caring about the fact that my aunt was right beside me and watching me. My aunt shamefully looked away in disgust though. Once I had my pants down to the floor, I proceeded to do the same with my underwear, pulling it down to the floor.