"Get the hell out of my house," Diane said.
Camilla Mondell sighed deeply, fully expecting this reaction from her sister. Though her natural instinct was to engage her sister in a shouting match, she had to fight the urge down like bile. She sipped her green tea to calm herself down and try to be more diplomatic; you caught flies with honey, not vinegar.
"Can I say something?" Camilla asked.
"What the hell is there to say?!" Diane cried. "I'm not letting you sleep with my son!"
Camilla had come over that Friday morning to have breakfast with her sister. Diane had found the gesture quite unexpected; Camilla hated cooking for anyone. Diane was amazed to be sitting at her table, eating blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausages. Camilla had even brought over several bags of oranges to be squeezed into juice. Once Diane had finished two heaping plates of Camilla's homemade breakfast, she began her pitch to her older sister. The pitch was not well-received.
At 41 years of age, Camilla Mondell was living a very good life. She owned and managed a high-end restaurant, and was married to Phil, a successful sports agent. They had been married for 20 years, enjoying a lifestyle of lavish parties, vacations around the world, and spending outrageous amounts of money.
However, a year ago, Camilla started feeling maternal pangs. Call it a midlife crisis, but she suddenly wanted a baby. Initially, Phil had been against it, offering instead to remodel the house or buy a yacht, but she was not backing down. Eventually, he relented, and they began trying to get pregnant. Their efforts were not successful.
Perhaps it was due to Camilla being on birth control since age 18. Despite their trying, they could not conceive. After consulting her gynecologist and several fertility specialists, they had concluded that her reproductive organs were still functional.
But when the doctors suggested that Phil get tested for his sperm count, they had unknowingly crossed a line. After that, Phil withdrew his support for getting Camilla pregnant. He had even started sleeping in a separate bedroom.
Camilla was so heartbroken and angry that she decided that if she couldn't get a baby from Phil, she'd get it from someone else.
"As a matter of fact," Diane said. "Why Michael, your own nephew...by blood? I'm sure that there are tons of other guys who'd love to get you pregnant!"
"Well," Camilla began. "I've been doing a lot of research, and I've learned that children tend to inherit a lot of their personality and physical traits from their parents. I mean, look at Michael! He's in the National Honor Society, he's on the school football and wrestling team..."
"And he has a full scholarship to Seton Hall! I don't think he wants to become a father before going off the college!"
"Well, that didn't stop him from almost getting some of those girls at his school pregnant," Camilla retorted.
Diane flinched in shock. "How the hell do you know about that?"
"Mom."
"Of course," Diane grumbled.
"It's funny, actually," Camilla said, fighting a smile. "Even though he wore condoms with all of his girlfriends, he STILL managed to get them pregnant!"
"Yes, well, luckily for us they...terminated them early."
"Well, I won't terminate anything! I have it all planned out, Diane! Phil will think the baby is his, so we'll raise it. Michael will have no obligation in bringing up this child."
Diane chuckled derisively. "I can't believe I'm actually trying to rationalize this with you. The answer is no."
While Diane gathered the dirty dishes and took them to the sink, Camilla decided that it was time to use her final tactic. She reached into her purse, procured a small piece of paper and put it on the table. When Diane came back into the dining room noticing her sister - who was now smiling - and the piece of paper, she grew suspicious.
"What is that," Diane asked, eyeing the paper on the table.
"What does it look like?" Camilla asked with faux-sweetness.
"It looks like a check."
"That's exactly what it is."
"You can't bribe me to sleep with my son."
"Really? Because, having a son in college isn't cheap. Plus, from what you told me, they cut Alan's hours at work. It must be hard, seeing your husband take a cut in pay like that."
Diane scowled, not appreciating Camilla's dig at her husband's earning ability. Though she hated to admit it, the issue of Michael going off to college had made their budgetary discussions very difficult. Though both of them were working, they still had a mortgage to pay. And even though Michael had a full scholarship, they still had to buy him a car, give him money for gas, car insurance, and food. She didn't even want to think about what would happen if he were to get injured and lose his scholarship.
"Don't you at least want to see the check before you say no?" Camilla said.
Diane quickly walked over and snatched the check from the table. Despite her best efforts, her eyes went wide when she saw the six figure amount written on the check. What was once a solid decision for her quickly became an internal struggle, and Camilla could see that.
"Just leave the house for two hours, and I'll be gone by the time you get back. If Alan asks where the money came from, just tell him that it's a graduation gift for Michael."
Diane gave her sister one final pained look before grabbing her keys and purse. Once her car was out of the driveway, Camilla kicked off her high heels and darted upstairs to her nephew's bedroom. Two hours would be more than enough time.
Once on the second story, she made her way to Michael's bedroom and quietly opened the door. Her nose was greeted by the musky smell of unwashed teenager; the smell would offend anyone else, but, for her, it was a potent aphrodisiac. She stealthily entered the bedroom and locked the door behind her.
Tiptoeing through the minefield of dirty laundry and magazines, she edged closer to Michael's bed. More than once, she was delighted by the sight of a swimsuit magazine splattered with dried spooge, or the feel of a crusty sock under her toes. She was 200% certain that she was going to get pregnant today.
She stopped by the edge of the bed to survey her strapping young nephew. Even though he was splayed out on his stomach, snoring loudly with drool leaking from his open mouth, she was still desirous of him. Even in the gloom of his bedroom, she could still adore his rippling muscles, and sandy blonde hair; she hoped their child would inherit them both.
Wasting no time, she quickly relieved herself of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She then lowered her panties, baring her already-moist slit, which was adorned by a tasteful strip of ebony hair. The finale came when she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, baring her large and lovely breasts. Once she was fully nude, she began rousing her sleeping nephew. Michael groaned and rolled around to see who had disturbed his sleep.
"Aunt Camilla!" Michael exclaimed, as the sight of his naked aunt quickly brought everything into focus.
"Good morning, Michael," Camilla giggled.
"Um...why are you naked?" Michael asked, wondering if this was some strange dream.
"Your auntie has heard some interesting rumors about how...popular you are with the girls at your school." Camilla eyed the semi-hard lump in the crotch of his boxers; she could see the tip of his penis peeking out at her from of one of the legs of his boxers. "I want to see what all of the fuss is about."
"I...I don't...Are you serious?"
"Shhh, it's all right," Camilla said as she climbed into the bed and straddled a stunned Michael. "Your mother will be gone for a couple hours...let's play."
Michael hated to admit it, but there had been many a night that he had stroked himself while thinking about his aunt Camilla. She was on his list, along with Kate Upton, Monica Bellucci, and Lisa Ann. The fact that she was here, naked, and clearly horny, was making his choice increasingly clearer.
"Lock the door," he murmured.
"I already did."
He sat up and quickly peeled off his shirt. Once he had tossed it aside, Camilla grabbed the waist of his boxers and began yanking them downward. Michael's heartbeat increased as he allowed his aunt to pull off his underwear. Once he was as naked as she was, she grabbed his cock and began kissing him. He gently cradled the back of her head and pulled her closer to him.
Camilla traced her kisses from his mouth, down his neck, and then to his chest. Michael moaned as his aunt worshipped his sculpted pectorals, nuzzling his chest and even licking at his nipples. She moved on to kissing his defined abdomen.
"Ohhh, I can't believe what a man you've become," she whispered. "Especially with this thing."
