Craig My Nephew Came to Visit

No sexual involvement in under 18 years old appears in the story.

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I was born to parents who earned an average income. They combined full time jobs with raising their 6 year older sister, Paula, and me, Lora. It wasn't easy. While Paula was a decent student, with good manners, and everybody liked her, I was a rebel. I refused to wear what Mom told me to, avoided tasks I was supposed to perform at home, and befriended the wrong crowds.

After college, Paula became a CPA. Like many perfectly normal women, she got married to her sweetheart at the age of 21 and had her son, Craig, 2 years later. Unlike her, I never submitted to conventional wisdom, and rather than continue to college, I chose to work on a farm. I must have done a good job because 3 years later, the owner designated me as the supervisor of the other 8 employees.

Already in senior high, during our breaks, I noticed guys ogling me. My 2 girlfriends envied my red hair and green eyes, and were jealous of my nonchalant ability to capture the eyes of many of the hot guys around. As I mentioned before, the nerdy, clean, good students never attracted me.

The bad guys, like Joe Morgan, who had piercing eyes and a mischievous smile, got my attention. He was the guy I lost my virginity to on my 18th birthday. We were in a nice venue and I invited 35 students to celebrate the event with me. As the band started playing dance music, Joe pulled me onto the floor. When the second song was playing, multiple others joined the dance. Joe pulled me into a store room, closed the door, and blurted, "Lora, you are pretty and look very sexy. Are you as good as you look?"

"Joe, what is it you really want to know?"

"Is it only your looks that's sexy or your mind too?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself?"

He came closer. I stared into his eyes, and his mocking expression turned into a hungry one. He said, "Challenging me is dangerous. Are you a talker or a doer?"

I smirked, "Big boy, you talk tough."

His strong hands bent me backward, and he kissed me hard for what felt like an hour. When he finished, I was breathless, but not done. I said, "Not bad for a starter."

Next, his palm roamed my covered breast, rubbing it roughly. Seconds later, I felt his erection poking my tummy. I was a virgin, but I liked his wild approach and teased, "Is this the best you can do?"

He didn't bother answering. He cleared the long dusty desk, removed my panties, placed me on the desk with my legs down, spread them, unzipped his fly, and pulled out a long, stiff cock. It was the first live penis I've seen and it looked ominous, but I was not ready to show fear and just glanced at him. He spat on his dick and slowly inserted it into my vagina. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best. It hurt when he tore my hymen, but soon Joe began bobbing in and out, and the friction aroused me. My juices started filling my cunt and made the act even more pleasant. I hugged Joe, smelling his musky, manly odor, and he accelerated his strokes. It felt so much better than when I masturbated in the bathroom... I came violently, hearing myself screaming until his lips blocked my noises. He ejaculated his stuff inside my pussy shortly after. We dressed up silently and returned to the dance floor.

Barbara saw me as I came out and approached me, "People were looking for you to give you presents."

I giggled, "Joe just gave me the best birthday present..."

She stared at my face, "Your face is flushed. Did you guys... make it?"

"Yes, we did."

"How was it?"

"It hurt a little in the beginning, but later it became amazing."

"Weren't you afraid you'd get pregnant?"

Until that moment, it didn't occur to me to think about it. Fortunately, my period ended 2 days earlier, so I was safe. At the party, now and then, Joe and I exchanged glimpses and smiled, but didn't talk. Joe and I dated for several months, until the end of our senior year. With him, I learned to use pot, drink alcohol, meet some of his criminal friends, and we had a lot of sex.

When I finished high school, I moved to the farm and never heard from Joe again.

I loved life on the farm: Waking early in the morning to milk the cows, then feed the chickens and collect their eggs, work in the field, and meet simple people who were not as pretentious as so many others in the city.

...

Fast forward 18 years.

I was now 36 years old, unmarried, and working as the supervisor of all other employees on the large farm. My 2 bedroom house was simple. It had a living room, a kitchen, a single bathroom, a small basement, and an attic. On weekdays, during the day, I worked on the farm, and in the evenings, I mostly watched TV. On weekends, I let others do the required farm duties while I met a couple of friends at my house, and we chatted and gossiped. However, in the evenings, I went to the local bar. I knew some of the frequent visitors and liked their company. Some of them found their way to my bed too. I never dated any of them for too long, and preferred to live by myself.

My parents seemed to do well after Paula and I left the house. They joined a book club and an exercise facility. I saw them about 4 times a year, and we zoomed every other weekend. Paula was busy at her job and raising Craig, who was now almost 19 years old, and lately we've rarely met.

One day, I got a call from Paula, "Hi sis. How are you doing these days?"

"As usual. Nothing new."

"Any new boyfriend? Do you plan to get married any time soon?"

I laughed, "No. Why?"

"I was wondering if you ever think about having children?"

"Look, IF I get hitched and my mate will show interest in raising kids, I'll think about it. But it's not my priority. It reminds me: How is Craig doing these days?"

"This is the main reason why I called you. He started the summer vacation, after which he will begin college, majoring in biology & zoology. He told me he missed you and thought of spending a couple of weeks with you on the farm. You guys can rekindle the bond you used to have when he was just a little boy, and he can get a view of farm animals life."

"Paula, that will be fine. My house is smaller than yours and less tidy, but he may like the life here on the farm."

"When would you like him to come there?"

"How about Monday afternoon? First, we'll talk about the work and life here. Then I'll ask him how he wishes to participate. You see, work here begins very early, and the way I recall, young guys prefer to sleep late on their vacation."

Paula chuckled, "Craig is very naive, but you'll find out he has the work ethic of his father, so if he commits to complete a job, he'll do it to the best of his abilities."

"OK, girl. Tell him to come on Monday. In case I am not home yet, the key will be under the entry rug."

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Monday afternoon, I got very busy: One of the horses started limping and I took him to the vet to check it. It turned out the horse had a nail stuck in his hoof. The vet removed it, put antibiotic paste and bandaged it, telling me the lesion looked clean and he expected the horse to be OK soon.

I entered my house and saw Craig for the first time in almost 3 years. I had visited their house a couple of times during that period, but for some reason, he was out. As Craig saw me entering, he stood up. I inspected him up and down, "Honey, is it really you? Last time I saw you, you were skinny and full of pimples. What did my sister feed you? Spinach?"

He grinned, "Aunty, I missed you too."

I pointed a finger at him, "Don't you dare address me as aunty. My name is Lora."

He laughed, came close, and hugged me with his big hands.

"Craig, you became very handsome. Probably all the girls go gaga over you. How tall are you?"

"I am 6'2" and weigh 188 pounds."

"I am surprised Paula lets you have such long hair."

"I'll be 19 in a month, and by now, Mom doesn't tell me how to dress or comb my hair."

I smiled, "Good for you. You must be famished and thirsty. What would you like to eat? I have chicken nuggets and pasta. Tomorrow, we can go together and buy other ingredients you like: Steaks, fish, or others, and I'll make them for you."

Craig grinned, "Aunty..." I lifted my fists and said menacingly, "Honey, you either call me Lora or I'll have to beat you up."

He laughed. Of course. I was 7" shorter than him, and despite doing physical work day in and day out, his muscles were much bigger than mine.

"Sorry. Lora, I am not picky about eating, so everything you like will be OK."

We ate pasta primavera and drank coffee. I stared at him, admiring his growth. He reminded me of one of the high school athletes I fell for years ago. His manly face with the square jaw, the longish dark brown hair, and the rippled biceps were all very attractive. Deep down I laughed at myself: 'Lady, are you kidding? He is your nephew, for god's sake!'

He woke my distracted brain, asking, "Lora, what is the plan for tomorrow?"

"I'll wake up at 4 am and go to the barn to supervise a new employee milking the cows. If he catches quickly, I'll move to the chicken coop to see that our chickens get fed and the eggs look OK. Later, I'll talk with several employees about the work that needs to be done: Picking vegetables, removing weeds in the yard, cleaning the water in the ducks' pond, etc. When would you like to join me, and what would you like to do?"

"On my first day, I'd like to follow you and see everything. Later, we can decide together what my itinerary should be, so I can see as much as possible and help wherever I can."

"Good answer." I showed Craig his room, where I arranged his bed and left enough space in the closet and drawers for his clothes. Then I said, "Look, I am tired. I'd like to shower and go to sleep. You can watch TV and use the bathroom later. I'll wake you up at 4 am. Good night."

...

By 4 am, I was already dressed in a tie-dye T shirt, shorts, and sneakers. I knocked on Craig's door to wake him up and prepared coffee. It was still dark outside, and I guessed it would be difficult for my nephew to get out of bed that early. I was wrong. Five minutes later he came out of his room wearing jeans and a casual top ready to leave.

I grinned, "Good boy. I see you are committed."

He blushed, "I promised..."

"Drink your coffee. Do you want anything else? Real breakfast, I usually eat later."

"No, I am fine."

Within 15 minutes, we were inside the barn watching my guy connect the milking machines to our cows. Craig seemed fascinated. He said, "I was under the impression that in most places, people still milked their cows by hand."

"If you had only one or 2 cows, and a lot of time to spare, you would have been right, but nowadays, with 20 cows, it will take too long to do it. However, if YOU wish to try doing it manually, Bertha here is my favorite. Grab a bucket from the corner, and I'll teach you how to do it."

He brought the bucket and watched me squeeze and pull, squeeze again and pull once more. Then I let him do it. He did a great job: His large hands milked Bertha with confidence and efficiency that I did not expect from a first timer.

"Craig, you've become an expert. If, for some reason, our machines cannot work, I'll recruit you to help us."

He smiled, "The cow did not object, and it was fairly easy."

"Yes, Bertha is very docile and allows everyone to train on her."

When the milking process by the machines began, we moved to the chicken area. There were about 50 chickens in the big housing. Once we entered, they ran away, making a lot of noise.

Craig asked, "If they are free like that, where do they lay the eggs?"

I took him to several areas where they could nest and lay their eggs in comfort. As I was talking, one of them just laid an egg before his eyes. He grabbed it and said, "Still warm. May I have it for breakfast?

I joked, "Did you ask the chicken for permission?..." He giggled.

We stayed there for about an hour and then went back to eat breakfast. Craig loved the fresh egg with a slice of bacon. I ate cereal. When we finished, we went to the fields. The larger part grew corn while a smaller area was dedicated to various vegetables. A few employees were already working. I talked to them, mainly to verify that no harmful bugs that could destroy the crops were found. They didn't. Great.

Next, I told Craig that since everything on the farm was under control, I could go shopping with him or stroll by the nice pond nearby and watch the colorful flowers and the ducks. He chose the latter. As we approached the calm blue water of the small lake, I noticed a beach ball that one of the kids had left there. I took it, hit it at Craig, and shouted, "Buddy, let's play catch."

We ran, jumped, and played ball for a while, and then I noticed a growing tent in his pants. It took me time to realize the reason: I never wore a bra under my T shirt. And now that I was jumping to attempt catching the ball, my C cup boobs jiggled before this young stud's eyes, raising his testosterone levels...

I laughed to myself: Young guys are so easily aroused. Even swaying covered tits of a middle age woman are enough to cause them erection. As we continued to play, he started throwing the ball higher, forcing me to jump up. I knew exactly what his idea was and smiled at him, "Honey, I am a straight shooter. If your ultimate goal is to watch my tits bounce, just ask for it and don't tire me."

His face turned ruby red. He didn't answer. I chuckled, "That's OK, honey. I didn't mean to offend you. Seeing your... reaction was a nice compliment for an oldie like me."

He protested, "Lora, you are not an oldie. You are a beautiful young woman. I always found your red hair and green eyes irresistible."

"If I was so 'irresistible', why haven't you visited me more often?"

"I was busy at school and frankly, I didn't have an excuse..."

"Amazing that you need a reason to visit your aunt, but that's all in the past. What do you do these days in your free time?"

"I don't have too much free time, but I like photography. I even brought my DSLR with me here."

"Craig, on the farm you'll have plenty of things to take pictures of: Many animals, blooming flowers, the pond, and even the sunset here looks terrific."

"Do you mind if I take photos of you too?"

"You can do it if you wish, but in my opinion, you'll find many more interesting subjects around."

"I'll photograph them as well, but you are so different from my Mom, both your behavior and appearance, that I find you... fascinating."

I joked, "Fascinating like weird or fascinating like attractive?"

He blushed again and mumbled, "Definitely attractive."

I thought to myself that this young guy started behaving like a moonstruck boy. What was happening to him? At lunch, I caught him twice inspecting my tits. My nephew's interest in my boobies had a combined effect on me. It made me feel good that he found me attractive, but it also pushed my buttons to tease him further.

In the evening, before we ate dinner, I took a long shower and wore a short green dress with a low neckline. As usual, I had no bra underneath. I came out of my bedroom and announced I felt good after a long day at work and wished to go out after the meal.

You should have seen his eyes. They explored me up and down, pausing on my chest, where my hard nipples poked the material and their shape was clearly visualized.

His mouth stayed agape, and I chortled, "Honey, relax. It's only a dress. But if it bothers you, I can change."

He stuttered, "No. Doon't. You look gooorgeous..."

I grinned, "Thank you, young man."

During the dinner, only when I talked to him his eyes were not focused on my breasts. I felt like Cinderella in the king's palace. My sister's son was mesmerized by my body. I felt good and suggested we go to my favorite bar. He muttered that he wasn't 21 yet. I laughed and said, "Craig, they know me there and won't card you. Let's go. I want you to see where we have fun on weekends."

Since it was a weekday, not many people attended the place, but this was one of those days when a band was playing. There was a couple dancing on the floor. I ordered a beer for myself and a light cocktail for him. Craig tasted and liked it. I suggested we dance. He mumbled that he didn't know how. I told him that since it was slow, he should just make simple moves and let me guide him around. He gave up, and we started dancing.

Initially, he was very clumsy and even stepped on my foot once, but minutes later, he was doing much better. I leaned on his broad chest and whispered, "You see, honey, it wasn't that difficult, was it?"

The more relaxed his moves on the floor were, the more I felt his mind was switching from being worried about dancing with me to... me. I heard him sniffing my hair, and shortly after, his hands hugged me somewhat tighter. My tits crushed his lower chest and within seconds, his magic wand began pressing against my tummy.

He attempted to separate our bodies, probably to hide his excitement, but I refused. The beer made me feel good; I was free and... wanted. I whispered, "Darling, that's OK. Don't worry about it. Thanks for making me feel good." I heard him sigh.

He was in a no win situation: His erection was discovered and his raging dick was trapped between us with no way of either shriveling or ejaculating. I was in a naughty mood and 'unintentionally' moved the front of my body gently from side to side to enhance his suffering. The poor boy tolerated blue balls for another 2 songs before I disengaged and we sat down in the corner. He chugged the rest of his drink and said he was going to the bathroom. He may have needed to pee, but I had no doubt he would take the opportunity to jack off as well.

Soon after he came back, we went back home. He was under the influence, and his walk was unstable. I helped him to the living room and said I was going to the bathroom.

When I exited, he was no longer there. I assumed he went to his room. I watched a sitcom for half an hour and moved toward my room. As I opened the door, I saw Craig's dressed body face down, spread on my sheet, asleep and snoring quietly. The guy was too drunk to notice he went to crush on the wrong bed. I laughed a little and, being somewhat tipsy too, concocted a plan.

I called Jacob, my trusted employee, to tell him I'd be somewhat late the following morning. Then I put on sheer lingerie, lay on my back next to Craig, and placed his palm on my covered breast. It felt nice, and I became mildly aroused. I fell asleep soon after.

I woke up around 5 am and noticed his hand was now by my side. I peed and returned to bed. I placed his hand again on my boob and felt the nipple harden. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Ten minutes later, Craig woke up and found his hand on my chest. He gasped. I 'woke up', stretched, and 'realized' his hand was on my breast. I chuckled, "Craig honey, if you wanted to feel my boobs, you should have talked to me about it."

He didn't know where to hide himself and muttered, "What happened last night?"

"We came home, and I went to the bathroom. When I came out, I found you on my bed. I didn't want to wake you up, and went to sleep on your side. This morning, I felt your hand fumbling with my breast."

"Lora, I am terribly sorry. I didn't mean to. It will never happen again."

"Young man, yesterday several times your eyes burned my chest, so I am not sure about what you are saying now, but let's compromise: If your desire for my breasts overwhelms you, let me know and we'll deal with it together." He stayed mum.

My shenanigans, forcing him to admit his attraction to my breasts, began as a part joke, but now I was immersed in the plot too. I recognized that the notion of this hunk finding me sexy went to my head. Rather than getting alarmed that I was playing with fire, I was thinking about moving forward with it: Concocting how to pull Craig into wanting me even more.