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    “Hey! How’s my favorite nephew?” I ask, bending at the waist to make sure he gets a good look at my tiits 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 breassts, 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 titts 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 erectttion. D--n! 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 coccck 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 erectttion.

    My pussssy 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 tittts.
    “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 breastts, I look at my large areolllas and tweak my thick nipppples with my fingertips. No wonder Jeremy had such a reaction, my nippples are fully errect and would have been clearly visible through my white bikini top.

    Touching my nippples 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 p---y.
    “Ahhhhhhh!” I involuntarily moan, surprised by how sensitive I am when my fingers touch my pussssy lips. Now that I’m touchuing 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 harrrd-on as he thinks about my tittts. 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 pussssy, 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.

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    Ìfè Ølùwæ
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    Ride on

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    Itz Reindy
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    Hmmmm go on

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    August Wallace
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    ride on

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    so u even sleep with his father?? na woah

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    Jboy young
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    Dis is soo f*ked up

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