I Took My Nephews Virginity

“Herbert, I’m not going over to your brother’s house tonight to watch that damn game. I’m staying home and watching the movies I picked out. We talked about this Friday night.” I told my husband. He has been forcing me to go over there every year of our marriage, and this time I am putting my foot down and refusing. When I go over there, I am the only woman in the house. Jack, his brother, has been divorced for the past six years. Poor Sal, my nephew, has dealt with the drunken louse since his mother walked out on them six years ago. But, soon, he’ll be free as he just turned 18 last week, and he’ll be off to college and out into the world.

I thought about Sal and his situation. He’s not very manly, sort of takes after his mother. He’s only 5’5”, his shiny black hair he combs and greases back like some 60’s pin-up model. He’s a cute boy but no match for his overbearing dad. Poor Sal, he’ll be over there all day with those men, and I know he doesn’t like sports; he’s more into dance and music. Which both his dad and my husband also pick on him about his love of music and dance.

Well, maybe I ought to go over, and at least Sal and I can watch these movies. I think he’d like them all though the one is a bit too romantic. I don’t believe Sal has ever had a girlfriend. Poor Sal.

“Herbert, ok, I’ll go along with you to your brother’s, but Wednesday, I’m going to Philadelphia to see our daughter. I’m going for four days, and I’ll be back the following Sunday night, and you’re going to pay for the flight, the hotel, and all the expenses. Do we have a deal?”

Herbert agreed, so now I just must endure the next few hours, and then I get to see my lover in Philadelphia for as many days as he can get off work. But that’s another story. So first, let me tell you how this day went and ended.

We went over to the neighbor’s house at 4 pm; the game started at 5 pm. I walked into the kitchen and began preparing food. Sal came in, and he came up to me and hugged me. I noticed his chest and arms were muscular. I hadn’t seen him in about seven months, but for his height, he looked good. “So, Sal, you decided to take me up on the offer of that free gym membership, I see. You look outstanding”.

“Thank you, Aunt Denise. Yes, I’ve been working out with a trainer three days a week. I see you a time or two, and you look terrific in that leotard”. Sal said, blushing slightly.

I blushed at him seeing me; I thought the leotard was a bit tight in the crotch and but it made my boobs look good. I noticed that Sal was looking at my crotch when he said that about my leotard. No, I’m probably mistaken. I know he’s always had a boyhood crush on me ever since his mother left. But I’m sure he’s grown out of that by now.

“Sal, why don’t you help me get some of this food together, and then we can serve the men, and you can watch the game with them. I’m going downstairs and watching some movies I’ve wanted to see.”

“Ok, Aunt Denise. I’ll work on tacos if you work on the hot dogs and dips. I love the dips you make”. Sal replied.

So, I got the hot dogs out, and as I picked up the fat hot dogs, I thought of my lover in Pennsylvania. These were just about the right size for him. I wonder if I’ll freeze one of them later, and maybe while watching one of the movies he recommended, I’ll have my way with the hot dog. I smiled at the thought. I didn’t realize that I had grabbed the hot dog and stroked it like I would stroke my lover’s cock. I was just about to put it up to my mouth when Sal said, “Aunt Denise, you might want to cook that, I know you like raw hot dogs, but in health class, they say that we should always cook our food.”

“How long have you been watching me, Sal?” I teased

Sal blushed and looked down at the tacos he was making. “uh, uh, uh, I just looked up when you were getting ready to eat that raw. That’s all.”

He had turned about ten shades of red, blushing as he said that, so I’m pretty sure he saw me stroking the hot dog. Well, I’ve seen him stroke his cock a time or two also.

We finished making the food and took it into the smoke-filled living room. By the looks of it, the game was about to begin. I went over to Herbert, and he slapped my ass. I turned around so only he could see me and leaned down to his ear and whispered. “Since you thought to embarrass me and make me out as something you know damn well I’m not, that’s going to cost you. I’m leaving tomorrow, and I’m going for the whole week to Philadelphia, and you’re giving me that Gold Card you like to flaunt. I’m going to buy whatever I want. “

He had nothing to say, and for a show so that it wouldn’t destroy my husband’s overinflated ego in front of all his brother and buddies, I planted a kiss on him that left him breathless. I would never have done that before, but my lover had taught me passion, and I could fake it with my husband if it freed up the purse strings so I could invite my lover to Philadelphia for a week.

Sal and I put out all the food and drinks. Then I grabbed my purse and movies and made my way downstairs to watch my DVD movies. I could hear Herbert bragging about the sex that never happens in our house and the laughs from his brother and friends.

I got downstairs and opened the couch. It was a sleeper sofa that we gave to his brother as a gift one Christmas. It was very plush and had overstuffed pillows. I turned on the TV, popped in the first DVD, and laid back with the pillows behind my head. I reached over for my purse and remembered that I had a few items in there that would make that frozen hot dog obsolete. I smiled to myself and hit play on the remote.

The movie was almost over when I heard the upstairs door creak open, and I saw Sal coming down the stairs. He walked over to me and said, “Aunt Denise, would it be ok if I watched the movies with you. Dad and the guys are getting quite rowdy, and it’s just not my scene. I don’t even think they noticed I had left. So I said something to Dad about going out, and he just waved me off. I don’t know why that man can’t be nicer to me. He’s always saying, ‘Sal, get this, Sal get that.’ Ever since Mom left, he’s treated me like it’s my fault”.

Then Sal started crying, so I got up off the sofa, went over to him, and wrapped my arms around him. He was firm. His muscles had filled out. He had a muscular chest that I could feel sobbing against my breasts. My nipples started firming as I felt his chest muscles against my nipples. His arms, as I ran my fingers down his arm to embrace him, were quite strong and well defined. He was less than 5 ½ feet tall, but I was only a little over 5’, so my head leaned into his shoulder nicely.

I pulled him a little closer, and I wasn’t quite sure, but I think I felt his cock as he embraced me back.