Aunt helps nephew overcome nervousness with girls – My Virgin Nephew
“Hey! How’s my favorite nephew?” I ask, bending at the waist to make sure he gets a good look at my tits as I lean over the chaise lounge and give him a big kiss on the cheek. My white, flower-print bikini can barely contain my well-developed breasts, which is why I chose to wear it this afternoon.
“Aunt S-S-S-Sara,” Jeremy stutters as his eyes bulge out towards my tanned globes, hanging just inches from his face. As I stand up, I can’t help but notice that his eyes aren’t the only things that are bulging at the moment. I guess that answers the question!
“Your mother thinks your gay,” I tell him matter-of-factly as his eyes roam from my tits down to the tiny triangle of material disappearing between my legs.
“G-G-Gay?” he looks at me incredulously. “W-w-w-why w-w-would she think th-th-that?” he stutters some more and sits up, trying to hide his erection. Damn! He’s pretty good size for an eighteen year old. I can’t believe this is the same little boy I used to baby-sit. He’s certainly not little now. Swinging his legs over the side of the chaise lounge he looks like he’s trying to decide if he should risk standing up and exposing himself even more.
“Well,” I tell him, ignoring the stuttering which I haven’t heard him do since he was about twelve. “You’re an incredibly smart, good looking guy who never dates and your mom never hears you talk about girls. You’re about to graduate, prom is coming up and you don’t even have a date.” I sit down beside him and his eyes drop to my chest again. “You’re obviously not gay,” I laugh. “So tell auntie what the problem is,” I say, putting my arm around his bare shoulder.
“I c-c-can’t,” he says, slipping out from under my arm and moving away from me.
“Why not?” I ask, trying to sound non-threatening.
“Bec-c-c-cause of th-th-this!” he says as he stands up. I’m not sure if he means the stuttering or the tent his cock is making of his swimsuit. “Every t-t-t-time this happens,” he says, glancing down at the front of his swimsuit. “I st-t-t-tutter!” he says angrily. “How c-c-can I ask anyone out?” he asks, turning away from me, embarrassed.
“Did I do that?” I ask teasingly, knowing full well the affect my body has on men. I workout regularly and, in this skimpy bikini, every toned muscle in my body is on display. I only came out here to convince myself that my nephew isn’t gay. The bulge in his swimsuit is exactly what I was expecting but I didn’t expect the stuttering or my own reaction to his erection. My pussy is telegraphing distress signals to my brain and I’m doing my best to ignore them. Forget it, he’s my nephew, I telegraph back.
“Yes!” he yells.” When you’re d-d-d-dressed l-l-like th-th-that!” he stammers, pointing to my tits.
“Tell you what,” I say, moving closer to him. “I’ll go get dressed, you do whatever you need to do to take care of that and we’ll meet upstairs, okay?” I smile. “Maybe I can help.”
“W-w-what c-c-can you d-d-do?” he stutters, his face completely crimson, probably from my reference to him taking care of his hard-on.