Technically, I am my own aunt. Somehow. In a roundabout way.
My egg donor married a guy in the Navy when she was already six months or so along with me by her bff back at her hometown. They divorced, she lost custody of me due to broken arms, etc, abuse neglect, blah blah. His mom and stepdad took me because his mom wanted to keep me a while and spoil me. They adopted me when I was 5. They became my "Meme" and "Daddy" until she passed away right before I turned 12. His sister stopped being my Aunt Cyndi and became my sister Cyndi, lol. Oh, and he got custody of me aside from the abuse because when they got married, he called my sperm donor and asked if he could put his name on the birth certificate. My donor asked if he would take care of me, and he answered yes he would, and he agreed to let him name himself as my father. So in the court's eyes, he was the man saying he was my dad.
Great. Now I have to explain at some point to my kids that my step dad is my brother. ICK!? LMAO! And sadly, yes, this happened down south. Kinda. I was conceived in California. (I have two older half brothers there, too, I really want to find them one day) They met in Rhode Island, and I was born in North Carolina, and lived in Tennessee once adopted, and until I was 18.