“I love you, too, Jeremy,” I say as I push him out the door. “Good night.” The combination of sucking Jeremy’s dick and listening to his story has gotten me hot again. I consider whether to wake up John but when I return to the bedroom but he’s already wide-awake and very angry.
“Jesus, Sara!” John yells. “What the fuck was that?” He’s standing naked in my bedroom, his eyes blazing with accusation and his cock standing at attention.
“Um… John… listen..,” I have no idea where to begin or how to explain about Jeremy so I just drop the robe off my shoulders and move closer to his naked body, reaching for his hard cock.
“Listen to what?” he says, pushing me away. “I already listened to you giving my son a fucking blowjob!” he yells, grabbing his underwear and hopping around on one foot while he tries to get his other foot through the opening in his jockey shorts.
“He’s just a kid!” John yells, tucking his cock into his underwear and pulling on his pants.
“He’s eighteen!” I yell back. “Two weeks ago he couldn’t even talk to a girl.” I’m angry now as tears well up in my eyes. “I’m helping him, damn it! He had a date tonight!”
“Yeah, then came back here for his goodnight blowjob!” he says, zipping his pants up and looping his belt through the buckle. “You’re too old for him!”
“I’m eleven years older!” I’m actually crying now and getting angry with myself for not being able to control the tears. “Exactly the same age difference between you and I, John!”
“You’re his fucking aunt!” he says as he locates his shoes and socks.
“And I’m your sister-in-law! You’re using the wrong arguments here, John!” I yell, sitting on the bed with my head in my hands. “Did you forget that you just fucked your wife’s sister? Don’t get all self-righteous on me!”
“You’re really something else, Sara,” he says, fully dressed and standing by my bedroom door. “We’re barely done fucking and you’re in the next room giving my son a blowjob. Then, you waltz back in here to… what… Fuck me some more?”
“No!” I’m shaking my head from side to side. “It’s not like that, John. You came to me, remember?” My whole body is shaking from my crying and I don’t know what to say to him.
“My mistake!” he says.” I didn’t know you were some crazy nympho-slut!” he yells, stomping through the living room and slamming the front door. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I throw myself on my bed, sobbing. What started out as the best night of my life has turned into a total fucking nightmare!
I eventually cry myself to sleep, waking up naked, on top of the blanket. What have I done? John’s right. I’ve been nothing but a slut, lusting after my nephew and my brother-in-law. God! I’m such a pervert! I was actually turned on by the idea of doing both of them on the same night. After sucking off Jeremy, I couldn’t wait to get back to the bedroom with John.
I brood about it all weekend and finally make up my mind to tell Jenny that I can’t go any farther with Jeremy.
“You can’t leave him hanging like this,” she says, when I’ve explained to her that I’ve had second thoughts. “You’ve got to continue his lessons, Sara,” she says.” Jeremy will be crushed if you stop now. How will you explain it to him?” she asks, raising one eyebrow and I have to admit she has a point.
“I don’t know,” I answer, unable to counter her arguments without telling her about John. “Maybe we should just let nature take it’s course,” I offer feebly. “He and Megan seem like they’ll be fine without my help.”
“One more week,” she pleads. “He needs to build his confidence,” she smiles. “And didn’t you promise to teach him to eat pussy?” she asks, her smile growing wider as she raises her eyebrows. This is so fucked up! My sister is begging me to let her son eat my pussy.
“I don’t know, Jenny,” I answer. All weekend I’ve been thinking about moving out, getting away from John and Jeremy.
“Please, Sara.” Jenny begs. “I don’t ask you for many things, do I?” she asks rhetorically. “What’s one more week?” My older sister has always been able to convince me to do whatever she set her mind on.
“Okay,” I concede. “One more week and then he’s on his own,” I tell her. I’ll make sure Jeremy takes Megan places she’s never been before. After that, who knows? Maybe I’ll move away.
*****
When Jeremy arrives Monday afternoon I have a diagram of a vagina that I borrowed from the hospital lying on the kitchen table. I figure we’ll start with a basic education and then move on to the real stuff later.
“This is dumb,” he says as I ask him to name the parts. “I know all this from Sex Ed and the other books I’ve read.” I’m losing patience with his cocky attitude and impulsively jump up from my chair.
“Okay smarty!” I say, unfastening my shorts and pulling them and my panties down in one motion. “Let’s see you name these parts,” I snap at him as I kick my shorts aside and hop up on the table in front of him.
“J-J-Jesus, Aunt S-S-Sara!” Jeremy says as I scoot my ass over and spread my legs in front of him.
“Just name the fucking parts, Jeremy!” I say, getting angry for no reason as I push my ass forward on the table. Okay, maybe there’s a reason but it has nothing to do with Jeremy.
“W-W-Why are you d-d-doing th-th-this?” he asks, looking into my eyes instead of my pussy. “His big, brown eyes searching mine for answers. I reach over and curl my fingers in his hair.
“Let’s forget the diagram and use the real thing,” I say, softening my voice. “Maybe it was kind of stupid. Do you think you can name the parts?” I smile, my legs still spread-eagle on the table.
“Sure,” he says hesitantly as he lowers his eyes. Placing his hands on my inner thighs, he pushes them slightly apart and I can feel the moisture building. “This is the labia,” he says, running his finger up the length of one side.