“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.
“Well… I’m not just your aunt,” I laugh. “I’m also a registered nurse with a degree in psychology. Maybe I can help you overcome your… um… issues.” I smile. “I’ll meet you upstairs in half an hour.” I take one last look at the large bulge in his swimsuit before turning to go. When I said his bulge was exactly what I was expecting, I lied. I wasn’t expecting it to be that large or so enticing. I might need that half hour myself.
As I walk up the stairs to my apartment, I see Jeremy almost running into his house. A couple of months ago I moved into the apartment over my sister’s garage. It’s a comfortable apartment over a three-car detached garage that sits on the back of the property next to the pool. It’s inexpensive and I get along well with my sister and her husband, John.
Stripping off my swimsuit, I stand in front of the full-length mirror, turning left and right, admiring the body that I work so hard to maintain. “Hey!” I say to my reflection. “You look good!” I laugh at my boastfulness but I am proud of myself. When I think about turning 30 next year, it makes me wonder how long I can maintain it.
Hefting my breasts, I look at my large areolas and tweak my thick nipples with my fingertips. No wonder Jeremy had such a reaction, my nipples are fully erect and would have been clearly visible through my white bikini top. Touching my nipples reminds me that Jeremy wasn’t the only one with a reaction. I let my fingers glide over my flat stomach and brush across the strip of blonde hair, about two inches wide which runs neatly down towards my pussy.
“Ahhhhhhh!” I involuntarily moan, surprised by how sensitive I am when my fingers touch my pussy lips. Now that I’m touching myself, I realize how turned on I was by my nephew’s large bulge. Checking the clock, I move over to my bed. I still have about twenty minutes before he gets here.
Lying back and spreading my legs, I imagine Jeremy, up in his room, stroking his hard-on as he thinks about my tits. I wonder if he’s on his bed or in the bathroom. Don’t young boys always jack off in the bathroom? Sliding two fingers inside my wet pussy, I wonder if he’s as large as his daddy. God it’s been so long since I’ve thought about that night. I close my eyes and pump my fingers in and out as I recall every detail.
It was about 10 years ago, while I was in college, when my sister called and said that her flight was cancelled and she was stuck out of town overnight. John has his monthly business club meeting, she said and wouldn’t be home until nearly midnight. Could I possibly pick up Jeremy from school and baby-sit until John gets home? Sure, no problem sis. I’d been babysitting my nephew since I was 13 (he was three at the time). He’s always been a great kid and never gave me any problems. Well, no more than any intellectually gifted child.
Jeremy quickly finished his homework, we ate dinner and then played games until it was his bedtime. I watched TV until I was sure he was asleep and then went to check out my brother-in-law’s porn collection. I had found them when I was nosing around in their closet a couple of years ago and they’ve provided me with many enjoyable evenings after I put Jeremy to bed. Now, I always look to see if he’s gotten any new videos
He had one new video and it was about a babysitter, how appropriate! I’ve had a crush on my sister’s husband since they first got married, even though I was only ten at the time. I flirt with him shamelessly but he’s as devoted as any husband can be. I popped the video into the VCR and sat back on the couch.
The girl in the video was made up to look young, wearing pigtails and cotton panties but she still looked like she was in her mid twenties. The storyline was lame but when the guy started eating her pussy, I couldn’t help but rub mine while imagining what that would feel like if John did it to me. I’d had a few boyfriends but they were really inept at getting me off, only worrying about themselves and whether I would swallow their cum.
I was so caught up in pleasuring myself that I never heard him drive up or the back door open. Before I knew it, he was standing in the entranceway to the living room, staring at me. My shorts and panties were around one ankle, my blouse was wide open and I had two fingers shoved deep inside my pussy.
Shit! I was scrambling to pull my shorts up and close my blouse, when something in the way he was looking at me with his lustful eyes made me stop. God, he was so handsome. John stands 6’4″ with a trim muscular body. I watched him swallow hard while his deep brown eyes were staring right at my drenched pussy.
“Damn, Sara,” he breathes as I watch his adam’s apple move with his swallowing.
“Yeah,” I sigh, leaning back and making no further effort to cover myself. My pussy is on fire, willing him to do more than stare at it. My eyes lock on his as I ease my legs open, imagining that he can see the steam rising from my overheated pussy. Fuck! What am I doing? This is my sister’s husband?
“Jeremy’s asleep, I take it?” he asks, his eyes never leaving my fur-lined pussy lips. My blonde hair was natural and untrimmed back then.
“Uh huh,” I nod as I notice for the first time the huge bulge in his slacks. Damn! It’s like we’re acting out the fucking babysitting video!
“Jenny won’t be home until tomorrow,” he says quietly, to himself as much as to me.
“I know,” I whisper, knowing this is wrong but unable to stop myself. I kick my shorts aside and slip my blouse off my shoulders.
“Damn, Sara!” he says again, taking a step towards me. “You can never say a word to your sister about this, ever!” he says as he pulls his shirt off and kneels on the floor between my outstretched legs.
“I won’t,” I sigh as his hands touch my inner thighs and his face moves towards its target. “Ever!” I moan as his tongue touches my wet pussy lips. “Ohhhhhh God!” I grab his hair and pull him into my enflamed pussy.
“Aaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!” I groan as my juices flood my pussy and run down my hand. Relaxing my legs, I leave my fingers in my pussy but pull my other hand away from my clit. Jesus! Just thinking about how John ate my pussy that one night, ten years ago is enough to make me explode. Ten years later, I still remember the way his tongue snaked its way into my pussy and his lips wrapped around my clit.
Shit! Jeremy will be here in about five minutes.
Thankfully, he’s a few minutes late and I’m cleaned up and dressed when he knocks on the door. Glancing at his non-bulging crotch, I wonder how well it went for him. Stop it! He’s your fucking nephew! Now start acting like a decent aunt and help with his problem. First step is to find out what it is.
“You want a coke or something?” I ask as he follows me into the apartment. I intentionally put on a baggy sweatshirt over loose fitting jeans so I won’t cause any serious reaction from my nephew.
“Sure, that’d be great, Aunt Sara,” he says, taking a seat on the couch. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he adds without a hint of stutter.
“So tell me about this problem,” I say, handing him his coke and sitting next to him on the couch.
“Well,” he says. “There’s not much to tell.” He’s looking at the floor and almost mumbling. “I’m just a big zero with girls,” he says. “When I meet someone I’m attracted to, my libido overreacts and all I can do is stand there stuttering, with an obvious bulge in my pants.” He shrugs.
“What do you do?” I ask, seriously curious about his answer.
“Well…” he looks at me sheepishly. “I go to the boys bathroom a lot.” He looks at me to see if I get his meaning. I do.
“How much is a lot?” I ask, not sure why it matters but I really want to know.
“Five or six times a day,” he says, not looking at me. Damn! This kid jacks off five or six times a day. What a waste of good cock. Down girl… stay focused.
“Does that help?” I ask. “I mean, can you then go back and talk to the girl?”
“No!” he says, pounding his fist on his thigh. “Then I just, you know, get hard again and the stuttering starts all over.” He buries his face in his hands. “I’m hopeless!” Hopeless my ass! Not if he recovers that quickly!
“You are not hopeless!” I reassure him. “In fact, once we solve this stuttering thing, you’re going to make some girl very happy, getting it up five or six times a day!” I smile. “Is there someone at school that you’re attracted to?” I ask while digesting what he’s just told me.