“You can’t let him out there without any training.” Jenny says between bites. “Do you remember your first time?” she asks but doesn’t let me answer. “Mine was with Billy Stewart in the backseat of his dad’s car. I was so fucking hot and ready for the big O, and then he grunts a couple of times and collapses on my chest. I thought what the fuck!” she laughs bitterly. “Please don’t let that happen to Jeremy after all he’s been through,” she says and I don’t tell her my first time was completely different than hers.
“I don’t know Jenny,” I say. “We’re talking borderline incest here. I’m just helping him overcome his stuttering,” I insist but she’s not dissuaded.
“Seriously, Sara, you can’t send him out there to blow his top as soon as he touches something wet and warm… you’ve got to help get him ready,” she says. “Who else can do it?” she asks, taking my hand and pleading with her eyes. “Please, Sara.”
“I’ll do what I can,” I promise, my pussy excited at the prospect of teaching Jeremy about sex.
“This will really be something” my sister says quietly. “Training a young virgin from scratch. I almost envy you,” she smiles.
******
The next week, Jeremy makes a little progress early in the week and on Wednesday I compliment him.
“You’re doing well, young nephew,” I say. “We’ll make a Jedi Knight out of you yet,” I tell him, playfully.
“I’ve already got the l-l-light saber,” he jokes, glancing at the bulge in his pants.
“How are things with Megan?” I ask.
“G-g-great!” he answers, shaking his head. “I’m sorry Aunt Sara. I’m not stuttering around Megan at all anymore but your t-t-t-tits are extremely distracting. Were you serious ab-b-bout l-l-letting me t-t-t-touch them?” he asks, sheepishly. This is the most he’s stuttered all week.
“Well…” I had forgotten about that impulsive offer I made. “How about this?” I pause, carefully considering what I should say. “When we can talk for thirty minutes without you stuttering, you can feel my tits,” I tell him, trying to make it reasonable. In actuality my tits are aching to be fondled by someone other than me. My nipples stay rock hard the entire time he’s here. I never knew I was such an exhibitionist but it really turns me on to have my young nephew staring at my half-naked body.
“D-d-d-deal!” he cries and continues to stutter occasionally throughout the rest of our Wednesday session.
Thursday afternoon, he surprises me by bringing a kitchen timer from his house.
“I’m going to set this for thirty minutes,” he smiles. “And every time I stutter I’m going to reset it.” He pushes the buttons and puts it on the table in front of him. “Today’s the day, Aunt Sara, so be prepared!” he smiles. My pussy screams out to the rest of my body that it’s ready, too. I just smile at my nephew as he starts talking.
After twenty minutes, he slips and stutters. I almost want to tell him to forget it and just grab my tits but I let him reset the timer and we continue our discussion. We talk about his classes, his plans for college and, of course, Megan. It seems that he might be getting up the courage to ask her out.
“Where would you take her?” I ask curiously, glancing at the timer. Only two minutes to go, yes! I don’t know who’s more excited, him or me.
“I don’t know, a movie maybe,” he shrugs. “What do you think?” He takes a deep breath and watches the timer move to twenty-nine minutes.
“A movie is nice,” I answer. “And you don’t have to talk very much,” I laugh.
“That’s a plus,” he says, deliberately enunciating each syllable. “I think that all I have to do is ask her. I’m pretty sure she’s wondering why I haven’t already done it,” he says. He’s speaking slowly enough that by the time he’s done the timer buzzes.
“YES!” he pumps his fist in the air and just stares at my chest. “Um… I’ve n-n-n-never done this before,” he says, looking at me anxiously. “That doesn’t count, does it?”
“No, that doesn’t count,” I say quietly. “Let’s go over to the couch,” I say, taking his hand and leading the way. “Why don’t you just caress them and I’ll tell you what feels good, okay?” I ask, feeling like a schoolgirl myself.
Jesus! What am I doing? My eighteen-year-old, virgin nephew is about to feel my tits and I can hardly wait! My pussy is soaking wet with anticipation. I don’t expect him to do it very well but the idea of him touching me is so fucking erotic!
“Like this?” he asks, lifting my left breast with his hand and running his thumb over my taut nipple.
“Yeah!” I sigh. “Just like that. Do the other one, too,” I tell him. We’re sitting on the couch, turned towards each other with our knees touching and he has one tit in each hand. Neither of us says anything for several minutes.
“They’re so soft,” he whispers as he continues squeezing each one, kneading them with his fingers. God, it feels so good, my nipples want more attention.
“You can suck on them,” I whisper, pulling his head towards my left tit.
“R-r-r-really?” he stutters, looking me in the eye. I just nod and pull him to my chest.
“Suck on it and nibble very gently with your teeth,” I instruct him and… fuck! He’s a fast learner. “Ohhhhh! Yeah!” I moan, pushing his head to my other nipple. My pussy is oozing juice and dampening my bikini bottom. I want to grab his hard cock, bulging out the front of his jeans, and ride him while he sucks on my nipples but I restrain myself. This is my nephew after all and I’m just helping him overcome his stuttering. Yeah, right!
“Ohhhhhhhh!” I whisper. “That feels so good, Jeremy,” I want more than my nipples sucked! Reluctantly, I push his head back but he keeps his hands on my tits, caressing them. Lifting his chin with my fingers, I look into his soft brown eyes and I can’t help myself. I raise his face, and lightly brush my lips across his.
“You’re a fast learner, young Jeremy,” I say, kissing his lips again before running my tongue across them. His eyes are wide open as he parts his lips and I suck his upper lip into my mouth. I stop short of pushing my tongue into his mouth.
“Enough for today,” I say, leaning back and trying to catch my breath. My tits swell in his hands as I suck air deep into my lungs. I cover his hands with mine, pressing his palms firmly against my hard nipples. Closing my fingers around his hands, I slowly pull them away from my tits, wishing I didn’t have to.
“Thank you, Aunt Sara,” he whispers as he leans forward and kisses me quickly on the mouth. I just nod as he gathers up his books and his timer.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says as he heads for the door. It’s only after he’s gone that I realize he didn’t stutter.