My Virgin Nephew: Aunt helps nephew overcome nervousness with girls

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***** “No calculus today,” I say, leading Jeremy over to the couch. I’m in my usual attire, a skimpy bikini. This one is light yellow accentuating my tan. “Tell me about Megan,” I say as we sit on the couch.

“Megan’s great, Aunt Sara,” he says, without a hint of stutter. “I talk to her everyday. I’ve been focusing on calculus but today she asked me what kind of music I liked and we talked about favorite bands and I never stuttered once!” he says proudly.

“That’s awesome, Jeremy!” I exclaim but I’m sitting there with my tits barely covered almost wishing for some reaction from him. Would it hurt for him to show some bulge in his pants or to stutter just a little, anything to feed my ego?

“What’s wrong?” Jeremy asks. “Looking me in the eyes. Those big brown eyes. Damn, did I mention that he looks like his father?

“Nothing,” I laugh. “Just distracted a little today, sorry. So do you think you’ll ask her out?” I ask, acting like the concerned aunt that I am.

“I don’t know,” he says thoughtfully. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle that kind of situation without, you know…” he says.

“Well, we’re not done with your therapy,” I tell him, wondering where I’m going with this. Haven’t we accomplished what we wanted? “Next week we’ll take it to the next level of stimuli,” I say mysteriously.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“You’ll find out on Monday,” I answer, after I figure it out this weekend.

*****

I’m ready and waiting for him Monday afternoon when school lets out. All weekend I vacillated about what I had been contemplating when I told him we were taking it to the next level. I thought about consulting Jenny but decided against it. I have to admit, I’m more than a little nervous when he knocks on the door.

“Hey,” he says, setting down his backpack and taking a seat on the couch. “You’ve had me wondering all weekend,” he says without a hint of stutter. I sit down next to him wearing the flower-print bikini that started all this.

“Well, I’ve been thinking,” I tell him. “If you’re going to start dating Megan, you could find yourself in some situations where your stuttering may come back.” I pause.

“I’ve thought of that,” he says quietly. “But I’m not sure what we can do about it. At some point, doesn’t she just have to accept me as I am?” he asks, hoping I’ll reassure him.

“Of course but it wouldn’t hurt if you had the deck stacked in your favor when that happens,” I answer. “So the next level of Total Immersion Therapy…”

“TIT!” he smiles.

“Exactly!” I say, reaching behind my neck and untying the top string of my bikini. “The next level of TIT…” Lowering the top, I watch his beautiful brown eyes bulge as I slowly bare my breasts to him. “If you can conquer this stimuli.” I continue lowering the top a little more and showing him my rose-colored areolas and thick nipples. “You’re ready for anything,” I exclaim as I remove the top completely, freeing my large globes for his inspection.

I sit motionless as he gawks at my tits. My nipples seem to have a mind of their own, hardening like they’re reaching out towards him. My God! It feels so erotic to be exposed like this to my nephew.

“Aunt S-S-Sara!” he stammers. My eyes focus on the bulge in the front of his jeans. Why am I so pleased with his reaction? I’m supposed to be helping him! My pussy is twitching and dampening the material stretched across it.

“I think we should go back to the calculus book for this phase,” I say, standing up and walking over to the table, my bare tits swaying enticingly with each step.

“I-I-I d-d-don’t think I’ll c-c-c-conquer this one,” he stutters as he gets up off the couch. The huge tent in the front of his jeans distracts me as I imagine it filling up my fiery pussy. Stop! Stay focused! This is about his stuttering!

“Yes you can!” I tell him, forcing myself to look in his eyes. Did I mention his beautiful brown eyes? “A week ago you couldn’t even talk to a girl and look what happened.”

“B-b-b-but… d-d-damn, Aunt S-S-Sara, they’re so b-b-b-beautiful,” he says, his eyes never leaving my tits and my nipples continuing to show their appreciation.

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