PRELUDE
"My Robyn is not the prettiest of my daughters", Mr. Feinberg once explained flippantly. "Not as pretty as her younger sister Stacey. And very shy also, my Robyn is. But smart", he emphasized, "no one has smarts like my Robyn."
Robyn Feinberg grew up in the shadow of her younger sister Stacey. Robyn was shy, plain, bookish, awkward and nerdy, while Stacey was outgoing, attractive and popular. It wasn't so much that Robyn was un-attractive, but more that she paled in comparison to her sister. Despite this, the two got along very well.
Robyn was known as the "smart sister", and Stacey the "pretty one". Robyn earned good grades, Ivy League scholarships, an MBA and a six-figure income. Her sister Stacey had lots of friends, was head cheerleader, prom queen, won a state beauty pageant, and became the trophy-wife of a shrewd and wealthy investment banker.
In her late 30s and to everyone's surprise, Robyn met and married a successful dentist. But the marriage lasted less than 2 years when he left her for his younger, prettier dental assistant. Robyn got the townhouse and nearly $1million from the pre-nup.
Now both in their 40s, Robyn became the "Plain Jane" and Stacey the hot "MILF". Stacey and her husband had one child, a son they named David. Davey -- as everyone called him -- grew up with his mother's good looks and his father's A-type personality. In time, Davey became a spoiled, manipulative jerk. By the time he turned 18, he was fully aware that he could have and do just about anything he wanted.
Robyn adored her nephew and constantly showered him with elaborate gifts. For his Bar Mitzvah, she gave him $50,000 in cash. For his 17th birthday she gave him an expensive, convertible sports-car. And when he went away to college, rather than have him stay in the dorms, she rented for him a posh, upscale apartment. In her Will, Davey was due to receive her entire estate. There wasn't anything that Robyn wouldn't give or do for her nephew, and he was fully aware that he had her wrapped around his finger.
In the summer of his junior year, Davey decided to find out just how much of a push-over his aunt was.
THE PLAN
Rather than move back home once the semester was done, it was decided that Davey would spend the summer living with his aunt. Robyn was ecstatic -- she had become very lonely in her 3-bedroom townhouse. She frantically spent an entire month redecorating the guest room to his liking.
Once he'd settled in, Robyn went overboard to dote on her nephew -- buying him new clothes, preparing the foods he liked, taking him to any movie, concert or restaurant he wanted. Robyn virtually became his live-in maid.
One morning as she prepared his breakfast, Robyn received an unexpected shock. Normally she carried a tray of food up to his room. Today Davey walked into the kitchen wearing only his red, silk shorts and slippers. His prominent "morning boner" caught her completely off guard.
"Morning Robby." He yawned. She had tolerated this nickname ever since his "smart-ass 12-year-old" phase.
"M-morning...!" she stammered turning beet-red and attempting to avert her eyes.
They sat at the kitchen table to eat and made small talk. Davey deliberately made every attempt to show off his hard-on, insisting on getting up each time to serve himself or reaching across the table for more butter or juice.
This left Robyn slightly unsettled and flushed, which was exactly what Davey was hoping for.
Once his plate was empty, she hurriedly collected his dishes and went to the sink to begin washing. Doing her best to turn her back to him and not look at his crotch.
Slowly finishing his coffee, Davey watched her nervously fumble about. Smiling to himself, he walked over to the sink and sunk his empty mug into the soapy water. Before leaving, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist so that he lifted her large, slightly sagging breasts on his forearms, while pressing his boner between the cheeks of her wide ass.
"Thanks for breakfast, Robby", he moaned into the back of her neck, as he softly dry-humped her through her robe and pajama bottoms. "You're the best."
"S-sure." She answered as he released her and headed back to his room. It took Robyn a few seconds to compose herself after he left. She could still feel the heat from his groin against her ass. She went to work still feeling flustered and remained that way through most of the day.
This wasn't the first time that Davey had hugged or touched her in that manner -- pressing his face against her breasts, playfully slapping her on the butt and exclaiming "way to go, Robby". Robyn had written it off as adolescent curiosity or his "smart-ass" nature, but mostly she'd been too timid or embarrassed to say anything to him or his parents. This morning's brief encounter was by far the most daring her nephew had ever been, and was also the most intimate contact she'd had since her ex-husband had moved out more than a year before.
Davey, on the other hand, was very pleased with himself. He had "plans" for his aunt and things were beginning to fall into place.
In the three weeks since he'd moved in he had already searched her belongings, finding her Jack Rabbit vibrator; he'd also hacked into her home computer, pulled up any adult sites she visited, and found the folder where she'd downloaded a large number of porn movies. He made note that she liked to watch bondage, orgies, some lesbian and some gang-bang.
Davey speculated that his aunt was sexually submissive, which was exactly the kind of woman he liked. Although he admitted that finding submissive girls had proven harder than he'd thought at the private college he attended. Most of his conquests had been the less-attractive, nerdy girls, who rarely dated -- the "Plain Janes". Though put off at first, Davey eventually came to realize that their looks didn't matter as much as their eagerness to please and submit to him. In his short college career, Davey had cultivated relationships with 2 girls, and another he'd been "grooming", who submitted to his whims however and whenever he wanted.
Robyn would be his first older woman, and the crown jewel in his collection -- the fact that she was also his aunt only made it that much sweeter.
When she got home that evening, Robyn was jumpy and nervous, anticipating that Davey would make another advance. Nothing happened that night or for the remainder of the week.
Davey was simply taking his time.
IMPLEMENTATION
That Saturday morning, the day that Robyn always did laundry, she received another early morning shock. Davey had left her a present on the very top of the clothes pile -- a pair of her favorite black panties, stained with a large glob of his semen. He'd blasted a load of cum onto her undergarments only seconds before she'd entered the room. Robyn hesitantly picked up her panties and brought them close to her nose -- her nephew's jism smelled musky and it was still warm.
Robyn softly closed the door behind her. Looking closely at the stain, she dipped her right index finger in and stuck it into her mouth. She hadn't tasted a man's cum in a long time. Robyn then licked the remaining cum like she was licking chocolate from a candy wrapper. Stuffing the clothes into the washing machine and starting the cycle, she rushed back to her bedroom to find her vibrator.
Extracting himself from his hiding place in the washroom where he'd witnessed his aunt eat his cum, Davey smiled and thought of the next phase of his plan.
Over the following days, Robyn found it difficult to look her nephew in the eye. She was too embarrassed to say anything about the panties, while also being turned on by the fact that he'd used them to jerk-off. Without knowing how, she somehow felt he knew that she'd eaten his cum and then masturbated afterward. In fact, she'd been masturbating a lot since Davey had come to live with her -- each time she'd done it thinking about him.
The following Wednesday night, Davey kicked his plans into over-drive.
After dinner, they went to her room to watch a movie. Rather than sit on the love-seat in front of the TV, Davey insisted that they lie across her bed and turn the screen for them to see it better. Timidly, Robyn agreed, stretching out on her stomach next to him.
Twenty-minutes into the movie, Davey made slow, subtle moves to get closer. In no time, he was spooning her. Robyn, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, was both nervous and turned on, but said nothing, despite the fact that she could feel her nephew's hard-on growing against her thigh. Both continued to watch the movie.
Davey, slightly shorter than his aunt, and dressed in his favorite sweats, continued to make slow subtle moves -- grinding against her ass, touching her breasts with his arm or back of his hand -- pleased that she did nothing to protest.
