Dominated By My Nephew Pt 10A

A note from Jayne.

As this concluding part of the story about my 'dominating' nephew and me is rather long I have broken it into two parts 10a and 10b. I am submitting these to Lit at the same time so you can either, take them on in one mega read or, read them separately. Whichever you choose I hope you enjoy the concluding parts that take place in Boston Mass.

Love

J x

Just as he had been when he stayed with me in London, since he'd been home Neil, my nephew, wouldn't put anything controversial in an email nor talk about anything of that nature on his phone; he was like many Americans rather paranoid and a little bit of a conspiracy theorist. Hence, I had no idea whether he had achieved the objective he'd told me about so, as I'd flown from London to visit him and my sister, I had no idea what awaited me in Boston. As I hurried through customs and immigration questioning, which was thankfully lighter and quicker than in New York, LA or especially Miami, I was dying to find out whether he'd has sex with my sister, his mum as he'd told me he would just as he had so many times with over the past few months.

As I came through the sliding doors into the main part of the terminal almost the first person I saw was Neil waiting for me, alone without Emma, my sister. I didn't know what to do as I approached him pulling my quite large pull case. He solved that for me by pulling me into his arms and kissing me full on the lips. It was by no means an embrace of a nephew and his aunt but more one of two lovers which, of course was exactly what we had been for the three months he stayed with me doing research for his PhD. However, I had resolved that once I arrived in the US all that had to stop and I'd revert to being his favourite auntie and not his lover and sex partner as I had been back in England.

Although the kiss was lovely and being in his arms was exciting and wonderful, my resolve held up and I struggled myself, rather reluctantly I must admit, out of my twenty-four-year-old nephew's embrace and looking around at all the people I muttered, "Stop it Neil that's all over." It was quite easy to say but not so easy to do for all the lustful feelings I'd had for him in England built up again and swept over me when I was in his arms and being kissed, even if it was in an airport terminal.

"Don't kid yourself auntie," he grinned taking my case and slipping his arm around my waist, "You'll just love what I've got lined up for you and us."

"I don't want to know and you can forget all that stuff," I told him as we walked out of the terminal towards the car park.

"Mum says she's sorry that she couldn't come to the airport as she has a problem with work and she's had to go out of town but will be home later so will see you then."

"Oh that's a shame," I replied feeling genuinely a little upset but understanding about Emma's work issues as I often had them myself.

"Anyway how was the flight?"

"Fine thanks, I'm lucky because I came via New York and popped into head office so I can fiddle business class."

"So no mile high club then I take it?" he asked squeezing my bum in the tight white, denim jeans.

Smiling I said, "Chance would be a fine thing," as I pushed hand off and said, "Behave."

"Why?"

"Because you have to," I said looking around and seeing a few people staring at us.

As we walked to the car park I was dying to ask him about the situation with Emma as he'd threatened to arrange a threesome when I'd admitted to him that I'd had sex with another women. Actually, I remembered, I'd more than admitted it to him because one evening as he had slowly undressed me I told him blow by blow how Jill and I had made love as Kevin watched.

Directly we were in the car in the relative seclusion of the multi-story car park, he leaned across the centre console, put his arm around my shoulders, pulled me to him and kissed me. I couldn't stop the feelings of desire for him almost consuming me as his tongue plunged into my mouth and his hand went inside the thin jacket, onto the tee shirt and cupped my breast, "Neil stop, don't," I groaned albeit rather half-heartedly as he pinched my nipple through the thin top and flimsy bra.

"Don't be fucking stupid."

"I'm not, I mean it," I told him trying to wrestle myself out of his grasp and at the same time get his hand off my breasts. But he resisted and I couldn't stop him kissing me again and slipping his hand up inside the tee shirt and right onto my boob. The memories of all the times we'd done similar things to this in England flooded into my mind and despite my efforts and all the resolve I'd made not to let this happen, I felt myself giving into him. 'Just what the fuck is it that makes this twenty-something-year-old kid, my nephew, so near irresistible to me?' I was asking myself as his hand plunged into my bra, grabbed one of my D cup boobs and yanked it out of the cup, "No Neil, no, not here, not now," I groaned without much conviction, "Stop it please we mustn't, not here" I went on as his face dislodged my glasses.

"That's what you kept saying all the fucking time in England and in the end you let me do everything and you lapped it up, so shut up now and let me have your tits now."

As he squeezed one of my boobs and yanked the other out of its cup, I panicked a little and looked around. Thankfully, there was nobody around and I could see that if someone came for their car we would probably hear or see them before they saw what was going in our car. That relaxed me a little so I stopped struggling but snuggled down in the seat to hide myself a little and, to an extent, I laid back and enjoyed it. As he rolled my tee shirt up and greedily gobbled both of my tits and sucked on my nipples I had to admit it was rather lovely especially when he slid his hand up my denim covered leg and pressed it against me down there.

"No more here Neil, please it's crazy."

"Yes it would be crazy here and I'm not that am I?" he asked kissing me again as he rubbed my pussy through the denim before adding, "But you just wait 'til we get home."

"What time'll Emma be home?" I whimpered as I started struggling my tits back into my bra.

"Leave 'em out as they are, like we did driving to Heathrow and we'll have time for at least a quickie before she gets home," he said pulling my hands away from my breasts, so that they were out of my bra with my tee rolled up above them.

We didn't talk much on the drive from the airport out to the upscale Boston suburb of Lexington. Several times I tried getting him to open up more about his relationship with his mum who he'd told me that he reckoned he would make love to but each time he changed the subject just as he did when I asked if he'd told her about us. He intimated that he had mentioned that we had got on very well but wouldn't go any further as to whether he'd told her that when he'd been living with me, after we got going we fucked like rabbits nearly every day. Equally, I couldn't get anything more out of him about whether he'd mentioned her and I having sex or not. So when we got to the lovely house in the place of the first shots of the Civil War, I was pretty pissed off at him. He had, though, told me that Emma was coping okay with her husband leaving her for a younger version but didn't go further and say whether that was because he was 'helping her out' or, she had other comfort means.

As I had witnessed so often he was given to quite wide mood swings going from being rather hard-nosed bordering on the rude, arrogant and demanding one moment and then caring, romantic, giving and kind the next. This made him unpredictable but also creative and thoughtful in his sexual advances that ranged from near rape to deeply loving. I liked to think that during the time he was with me, after my initial reluctance verging on disgust at him wanting to have sex with his aunt, I helped him as a lover and taught him some of the finer things of grown-up sex.

Even recalling all that I was still surprised that once we were inside the house how Neil went for me. Despite what had gone on at the airport and in the car-park he was all over me immediately the front door was shut. My tits were already out of my bra so by merely yanking my tee shirt up again he bared them then sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and before I could do anything to stop him he pulled it over my head and dropped it on the floor.

"For Christ's sake Neil what are you doing?" I groaned as sucking on each boob in turn he started trying to pull the zip on my jeans down.

"You should know what I'm doing we did it enough in England," he went on somehow forcing it down despite my struggles as he muttered, "I want to fuck you, I have missed it."

Despite his forcefulness, the circumstances of the situation and my resolve not to continue with the affair we'd had in England, I could feel myself weakening. I hadn't had sex with anyone other myself since Neil had left England to come home to comfort Emma, whose husband had walked out on her, and I hadn't realised just how frustrated I was and just what that was doing to me. His hand going inside my jeans and pressing right against my pussy through my knickers brought it home to me and I couldn't stop pushing back against it and letting out a low grunt. Both of those, naturally I suppose, encouraged him and as his mouth found mine and his tongue plunged inside it, he pulled the front of my jeans open wider and cupped my mound with his fingers finding my wetness and pushing the gusset of the white thong slightly inside me. At the same time he was pressing right on my clit and inevitablty I started to cum.

"Oh fuck it you bastard," I said in almost a growl as I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my legs around his hand. As much as, in a way, I hated acknowledging it the feelings were lovely and he read me like book. Still alternating between kissing my mouth and boobs he pushed my jeans and thong down at the same time so they were around my knees and slid his hand between my legs and rubbed all around my lips before sliding a finger two into me.

"Come on then Auntie let it go let all those juices pour out of you and cum all over my hand. I had no idea quite what he was doing down there nor how many fingers he actually had in me but what he was doing was overwhelming me and my orgasm was exploding with a force the like of which I'd forgotten existed. Clinging to him, I started sobbing and moaning for him to stop but he growled, "Don't be fucking stupid Auntie I've got this to get rid of," as he took my hand and pressed it onto his cock that I hadn't realised he'd got out from his jeans.

It felt so good and as the very last vestige of resistance left me I wrapped my fingers around it and I started to slowly wank him as tremors of my orgasm were raging through my body. "Turn around," he grunted shuffling us towards the back of a large couch in a sitting room, "Bend over," he went on grabbing me by the hips. Without any hesitation as I presented my ass to him he then pushed his cock between my legs the bulbous head finding my sopping lips and slithering past them went right up me until I felt his balls slap against the top of my thighs. Then he fucked me no, if anything, he pounded me and I guessed that he was as pent up as I was for he couldn't have done more than four or five surges into me before he groaned, "Oh fuck yes you lovely bitch you've done me again,' as his cock went rigid and he shot his cum into me so forcibly making me really feel every drop. We stayed like that with his cock embedded deep into me for a short while and it was then that I heard a car on the driveway and the garage door going up,

"What's that?" I whimpered hardly knowing what was going on let alone being able to work out what the various noises were.

"Fuck, it's mum she said she was going to phone."

"What shall I do?" I asked pulling my knickers and jeans up and looking around for my tee.

"Say we've just got in, just a few moments ago and haven't had time to unpack," he told me as I pushed my tits back into their cups and pulled the tee that he had found for me and handed to me over my head and shrugged the thin jacket back on just as we heard Emma come into the kitchen from the integral garage and called out.

"Hi I'm home I got away early."

"Hi darling," I called out as she came into the hallway where we were standing with me I'm sure looking very sheepish. That was probably made worse by me realising that I hadn't made him wear a condom which I hadn't before but then I was sure that he wasn't playing around with all and sundry but over here, on the loose god only knows what he'd been up to or, more to the point, into!

"Hi Em," Neil said foregoing the formality of her maternal title, "You're early."

"Well I rushed home breaking the limit all the way down the Mass Pike to see my baby sister didn't I?" she said as I stepped forward and we embraced as I felt her son's cum dribbling down my thighs hoping against hope that the denim would soak it up without showing. As we held each other and kissed so our breasts squashed together. That had happened before with her, though not for some time, and other women, of course, but never, other than perhaps with Jill, had the sensation been so intense and acute. It made me recall what Neil had said he'd arrange and I suddenly wanted to stay in her arms and for us to kiss deeply. That shocked me and I moved my breasts away from hers but she held onto my arm and looking into my eyes she smiled and said quietly.

"It's so nice to have you here Jayne, thank you so much for coming."

With her son's cum dribbling down my thighs and having just been given two orgasms by him, I said I was sorry to hear about Ben and was there anything I could do and she replied that I had done that by coming. The unintentional double entendre almost made me smile but of course I resisted that as the thought of her and I together with Neil having sex in a threesome filled my mind. She made no effort to move away or remove her hand from my arm as Neil asked, "How about I make some tea, a habit I got into living with you Aunt Jayne, didn't I?" as he looked from Em to me and back again as we smiled at each other. Slipping her arm through mine and holding my hand we followed Neil into the huge kitchen that was about the size of the entire ground floor of my house and as we walked I felt her arm rubbing against the side of breast which, of course, of fuelled my thoughts about her. As we sat down in the kitchen I could have shot Neil for not opening up to me about what had or hadn't gone on with him and her and what he'd told her about him and me. But then that's just the sort of manipulative bastard he could be and on the other hand he and I had our secrets we'd agreed to keep from Emma.

I managed to hurry up the tea drinking and Em showed me to me room where I asked if I could take a shower. She showed me into the room off the bedroom and pointed out the towels and other toiletries. Naked, I washed my knickers out placing them on a radiator to dry and showered carefully washing Neil's sperm off my thighs. I was absolutely amazed at how much there was on my thighs which made me think back to the couple of times he'd cum in my mouth, the time he did it on my stomach and bum and the numerous times on my tits when we lived as lovers in my house. The amount he'd delivered, especially if we hadn't had sex for a few days when I was travelling, so surprised me which made me think that if he and Emma had been doing it then they were not that as active as he and I had been in England.

As, I'd learned over the years, it's quite normal in the US to eat dinner early around five thirty but Emma being English had always served it a little later so it was an hour later when we sat down to eat. Naturally, most of our three-way conversation was about Bren leaving Emma and after dinner I went and sat next to her on the sofa and I put my arms around her as Neil said consoling words and said what a silly and selfish bastard his dad was. As she leaned her head against my chest, she said we were making her feel better so I cuddled her tighter and she kept her arms round me, it was not only strangely comforting for me but also rather arousing.

Until she married Brendan, a marine colonel GI, who took her off to America, Emma and I had always been very close and as good as inseparable. Being slightly older than me, I always looked up to her and when I was honest with myself, especially after finding out in my late teens that I was attracted to other women and that I was probably, though I wouldn't admit it, bisexual, I had a crush on her. How the hell Neil had fathomed that out I didn't know and after he'd left England I often wondered whether Em and he had discussed such things and maybe that was why he was so confident about both him having sex with her and the three of us getting it on. Such thoughts as these came flooding into my mind as I held my sister in my arms and felt her breasts pressing against my double Ds.

We chatted like that for some time nattering about the break up and what she was going to do with Neil chipping in with assertions that he'd sort things out for, as he put it, "I am now the man of the house aren't I Emma?"

"Yes dear," she rather meekly replied then, changing the subject and saying, "Well I reckon it's time I showed you where things are upstairs Jayne," before adding, "We'll get you tucked up in bed shall we, both flying and this Boston air are very tiring?"

Smiling I replied, "Yes mum," and we all laughed.

When Bren's late mother had come to live with them I remembered that they'd had a granny flat built over the garage a little away from the other bedrooms where, presumably Emma's room was with Neil's being way out back downstairs. At dinner Emma had said that if they didn't get back together, which she very much doubted, she'd sell the house and buy an apartment probably in downtown Boston or a place on the Common.

She showed me where the bathroom was and how to open the windows with the burglar proof locks and then into the bedroom that was quite small but beautifully furnished with a double bed. "And if you fancy a coffee, she went on opening another door, there's a little kitchen diner here."

After she'd left me, I undressed, slipped on a long tee shirt that I sometimes wear in bed, and went to the bathroom and cleaned my teeth. Back in my room I'd just slipped under the single sheet, for it was still very warm, when there was a knock on the door and Emma called out as she opened the door,

"Everything OK luv?".

"Yes great, I'm fine now," I smiled at my sister as she came into the room wearing a lacy nightdress that was quite low at the front.

"Good, I'm pleased," she replied walking across the room and sitting on the side of the bed. As she did I couldn't help noting the jiggle of her breasts under the nightdress and once more I felt aroused. I could hardly believe the amount of that I'd had in Boston in less than eight hours!

We talked for a while about the 'trial separation' and how things had changed for her. I said how lucky she was to have Neiland to be in such a good relationship. "Yes he is such a good son and has really been even better since the split," she told me making me wonder if he'd done as he said he would and had sex with her.

She was sitting very close to me so that my bare leg under the sheet was pressed against her hips and as she moved or leaned forward the loose top of her nightdress would gape and I couldn't avoid seeing down it. Several times I saw most of her full breasts and twice I saw her nipples as well. In the past, I doubt if I would have thought much about it but, after what Neil had planted in my head and the escapade with Jill that I had told him about as he undressed me a few weeks ago and my longer-term crush on her, my pulse raced and I felt myself becoming aroused, again and even more!