Aunt Maureen Turns Her Nephew on a Little Too Much

It was my fault my nephews turned crazy for pussy. I’m the one who gave them a taste for it.

It was fourth of July, everybody had the day off, the kids didn’t have school and we were all at my sister Linda’s house, that huge McMansion she took from her bastard ex-husband in the divorce. More spare bedrooms than most houses had rooms and an in-ground pool in the back yard. Linda’s current boyfriend, Paul, was blending up margaritas for us on demand and the usual suspects, me and my youngest sister, Pam, were sucking them down like water and, of course, letting Paul get away with a quick squeeze of our butts as a thank you when Linda wasn’t looking. I patted him on his cock, through his swimsuit, and he got embarrassed and had to hide his boner behind the poolside bar. I laughed and went inside to my beach bag and threw myself down on the couch.

They would be out in the yard all day, at least until 6 or 7 when Linda would make dinner for everybody. It was barely 11 in the morning and she already had everybody’s lunches out there in the coolers. Turkey and swiss with tomato and mayonnaise on whole wheat. The kids would be playing in the pool all day, shoving each other and splashing and playing Marco Polo and trying to yank the girls’ bikini tops off when they thought the adults weren’t paying enough attention. Succeeding on occasion.

The adults wouldn’t be paying much attention, at least not in the way that mattered. Paul would put on his sunglasses and pretend to fall asleep in a deck chair, leering relentlessly at the little girls in their swimsuits. Pam would play with the older kids in the pool, flirting a little here and there like we both did. I have no idea why women are allowed to get away with it but we do. We squeeze our little nephews on the biceps and pat their chests and hug our nieces from behind and linger and compliment their perfume and their breasts. Pam was pretty drunk; she would probably be taking an actual nap soon. Hopefully under the umbrella or she would sunburn again. Linda and our brother and his wife, Dan and Barb, would be obsessed with the babies all day, making sure they were all sunscreened up and dressing them up in little bucket hats and teaching them how to float around in the shallow end.

I had no interest in babies. I mean, I like them young but not that young. Teenagers were much more my speed.

Teenagers like my nephew, Lucas. The only one inside besides me. He was almost certainly in his room, playing video games or reading a book. He was terribly awkward. Linda always made him come out and play with his cousins for a little bit but he inevitably slipped back inside unless someone dragged him back out.

I made sure to plant the seed in his head. Earlier that day, I mean. He had been off by himself, lying in the grass and reading book. I plopped my stuff down right next to him to get his attention and stripped down, so close I was practically standing on him. The only person who noticed was Paul and we winked at each other as I pulled my shorts down and bent over, giving his step-son a nice, full view of my ass. I turned so he could watch as I pulled my top off, tits dropping and threatening to escape my bikini top so I adjusted them, facing Lucas and making sure they jiggled for him. It was a black triangle bikini and not a very modest cut. He coughed and drew his knees together to hide his boner.

“Hi, Lucas. Did you miss your Aunty Maureen?” I asked, bending over at the hips and putting my palms on my knees, tits almost spilling out again. He was staring right at them with his mouth open. “Reading anything good?” I asked. He just sputtered, glancing at his book and then at my tits and finally making eye contact. I smiled.

“Um, uh, y-,” he stammered, sweat popping out of his forehead. “Y- yeah”

“Good! Love you, you sexy little thing,” I told him, tousled his hair, and walked away. He slipped into the house a few minutes later, probably after his boner went away, probably to squeeze one out. And without inviting me. I planned to fix that.

Pulling a Valium out of its container, I considered only taking a half. I had done a “dry run” of this little scenario a couple times and never been “caught” but now I was doing the real thing. I swallowed the pill and washed it down with a sip of margarita.

Waiting for the benzo to kick in, I slid my hand down the front of my bikini bottoms and got myself excited, thinking about me and Lucas together. We both had brown eyes but he was blonde and I was brunette. He kept his hair little-boy short and my long curls were in a messy bun on top of my head. I was still taller than him but just barely, which must have made him about 5’7. He wasn’t very muscular but gym class kept him in reasonable shape; there was no flab on his tanned, smooth muscles. I worked out almost every day but I had slipped a little on my diet, so I was on the curvier side, at least by my standards. It mostly went to my hips and tits anyway and the men didn’t seem to mind at all. “Thick” is in, I guess.

Horny, euphoric, and a bit sluggish, I made my way upstairs. I almost lost my balance a couple of times and thought about taking a nap on the stairs but I decided, no, let’s keep going and fuck our nephew.

Lucas is totally perverted, have I mentioned that? Maybe that’s why I chose him. No, that’s not true, I chose him because he was alone and he gave me the chance to do it.

Anyway, he was apparently horny beyond belief.