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    You have even sampled the dad.. next please

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    Aunt?

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    CHAPTER TWO

    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 (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 porrrrn 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. 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 pussssssssssy, 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 cuuuuum.

    I was so caught up in pleasssssuring 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 shooiiiiioved deep inside my pusssssssy.

    Shhhhhhit! 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 pusssssssssy.

    “D--n, 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 pusssssssy 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 pusssssssssssssy. Fuuuuuuuuck! 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 pussssssßssy 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. D--n! It’s like we’re acting out the f-----g 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.

    “D--n, 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 p---y lips. “Ohhhhhh God!” I grab his hair and pull him into my enflamed pusssssssssdddsy.

    “Aaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!” I groan as my juices flood my puessy and run down my hand. Relaxing my legs, I leave my fingers in my p---y but pull my other hand away from my ctlit. Jesus! Just thinking about how John ate my prussy 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 prussy and his lips wrapped around my crlit.

    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 crortch, I wonder how well it went for him. Stop it! He’s your f-----g 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. D--n! This kid jacks off five or six times a day. What a waste of good c--k. 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 asss! Not if he recovers that quickly!

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