Dancing with Aunt Christine

This story contains sex between a woman and her nephew. If that bothers you, please do not read any further.

I'd like to thank sugarlips24, for her skilled editing.

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Steve's mother, Darlene, was talking on the phone to her younger sister Christine. Darlene mentioned to Christine that it was Steve's eighteenth birthday today and that Steve has never had a girlfriend. "As far as I know Steve is still a virgin," Darlene exclaimed.

Steve was painfully shy during his high school years. Although good looking, girls sensed his shyness and took it as a weakness. The meek shall inherit the earth, but only after the bold burn themselves out.

The school year had just ended; Steve graduated with honors and had secured his college plans for the next fall semester. Steve was growing into himself; he was maturing into a handsome man. He had started working out at the school gym during his senior year and it was beginning to pay off; his shoulders and arms were becoming muscular, his abs were thin and buff and his legs were developing a nice muscle tone. He wasn't huge like a body builder, just athletic and fit. Steve stood about 6 feet tall, had dark wavy hair and blue eyes. His face was nicely proportioned, and as he matured, his jaw squared up. The girls in class had started to look at him and think, what were we thinking ignoring him those four years during high school? It was too late now; most of the girls had paired up for the summer. They all had summer plans and had college on their minds. Unfortunately for Steve, he was one of the ones who "got away".

"Get him to take dance lessons." Christine said to Darlene. "Men who know how to dance get all the ladies," she added.

"I've tried," Darlene relied, "he thinks dancing is lame."

Christine added, "All boys do, they don't know what's good for them. Is he there? Put him on the phone."

"Steve, your Aunt Christine would like to speak with you," Darlene shouted up the stairs to her son.

Steve came down the stairs and grabbed the phone from his mother. Steve always enjoyed spending time and talking with Aunt Christine. They only saw each other a few times a year, Steve and his mother lived on the east coast, and Christine and her daughter lived in southern California. Christine was younger than his mother, she was 39. While Steve's mother was conservative and matronly, Christine was overtly sexy, she was also openly bisexual. Christine was sexy looking; she was trim and fit, but not too hard.

"Happy Birthday my favorite nephew."

"I am your only nephew" Steve replied. "Well, if I had more, you'd still be my favorite" she said laughing. "Any girlfriends since I talked to you last?"

"No." he replied.

"Steve, you need to get yourself out there kid, you're going to college in the fall, you don't want to go as a virgin."

"Aunt Christine! who says I'm a virgin?"

"Come on now Steve, your mother and I talk all the time, I just saw you six months ago, and you mentioned to me then you hadn't had a girl yet. Now you tell me there has been no girlfriends. Unless you're paying for it, I say you still haven't popped that cherry of yours."

"Aunt Christine, you're the only girl I can talk to."

"You need to take dance lessons."

"Why? That's lame."

"That's what all guys think. I'll tell you what's lame, the guys standing on the sidelines with their hands in the pockets, thinking they're cool. Meanwhile, the guy who is going to get laid that night is out on the dance floor. Women love a guy who can dance Steve, especially if he can lead well."

"Where am I going to dance?" Steve asked.

"Are you kidding me? Weddings, dance clubs, banquettes, the list goes on. There are lots of opportunities to ask a girl to dance, you'd be surprised."

Silence from Steve's end of the phone.

"Look, I'm coming out there to visit and I'm taking you to dance lessons."

"What dance lessons?" Steve inquired.

"There are always dance lessons going on, I'll find something."

"Yeah, ok, sure, see ya when you get here. Ma, Aunt Christine is coming for a visit," he said as he handed the phone back to his mother.

"I didn't know you were coming," Darlene said.

"I wasn't, but I just can't stand to see Steve struggle. I have some time off work coming to me. I am going to teach him how to dance."

Christine searched the internet for some dance lessons in the town where Darlene and Steve lived. She found a week long class for Ballroom, two hours a night for a week. "Good, lots of opportunity to teach Steve to hold a women in his arms," she thought. She booked them into the dance class, and booked a flight.

A few days later Christine arrived at Darlene's house, it was a Saturday, late afternoon. The class was scheduled to begin Monday evening.

"Steve, your Aunt Christine is here," Darlene yelled up the stairs to Steve who was in his bedroom. He had just begun to jerk off when his mother yelled. He was both happy Aunt Christine was here, and frustrated he couldn't finish masturbating. He quickly put on some gym shorts and a tee shirt and headed down stairs.

His cock had deflated when his mother yelled out to him, but it still had some girth left in it as he came into the family room where his mother and Aunt Christine were standing around talking.

Christine came up to Steve and gave him a full body hug, something he hadn't quite figured on. She smashed her 34D breasts into Steve and gently ground her pelvis into his feeling his half-mast cock and smiled. Christine was tall; she was 5'9" with long legs. Her pelvis was about the same height as Steve's, so when she pushed hers into his, her pussy felt his cock through their cloths. Christine was surprised at how turned on that made her. She brushed it aside in her mind though; Steve was her nephew after all.

Steve blushed a little from his aunt's embrace, knowing his cock was not completely flaccid when his aunt hugged him, and that just a few minutes ago he was masturbating to mental images of his Aunt Christine.

Christine sensed his uneasiness and released her hug and turned away from Steve to reengage with Darlene. She saw Darlene leaving the family room and heading to the kitchen, she followed.

As she walked out of the room, Steve couldn't help but notice her long sexy bare legs striding below her short summer backless dress, her long flowing auburn hair bouncing off her shoulders. His eyes came to a rest on her ass as she made the last few strides out of the room. She had the kind of ass men go to war over. Each ass cheek, soft, yet firm, round, but with hint egg shape, her round globes sashayed as she walked. Steve's cock perked up as he imaged her naked ass under that dress.

As Christine left the room, Steve stayed behind for a moment; he felt flustered and wanted to give his cock a chance to deflate a little. As he stared out the family room window he couldn't help but think about how beautiful his aunt was; her blue eyes had a touch of green in them, which played nicely off her slightly freckled face. Her skin was milky smooth. She looked a good ten years younger than she was. He wished for a girlfriend exactly like Aunt Christine, he wished Aunt Christine was his girlfriend; oh how he wanted so badly to fuck her. Snap out of it, he told himself, she is your aunt.

Steve finally joined the two ladies in the kitchen, they were talking softly and stopped when he entered the room, he wondered just what, about him, they were going on about. An awkward moment of silence, then: "I got some food to grill outside by the pool. I'll make some drinks, get your suits on, let's go for a swim and hang out by the pool, too nice a day to stay inside." his mother said. "Help your Aunt with her luggage; she is in the guest room next to yours."

Steve grabbed his Aunts luggage and went back up stairs. As he climbed the stairs he was thinking again of his aunt. He thought back to that hug Aunt Christine gave him in the family room, when she pressed her pussy into his groin, as he climbed the stairs his erection came back to life. Aunt Christine was ascending the stairs right behind him and followed him into the guest room where he deposited her luggage. As he turned to leave, his face reddened with embarrassment as his shorts tented out from his erection. Aunt Christine saw his erection poking at his shorts and widened her eyes and took a deep breath. "I guess you're happy to see me," she said with a smile.

Aunt Christine was the only female Steve felt comfortable talking to; they would spend hours talking sometimes. Christine was always trying to open Steve up, he being so shy. She was openly bisexual and Steve would ask her questions about her sexuality. She was pretty blunt when she talked to Steve, telling him a lot of personal details about her sex life. She was hoping he would see, if she could be so brave he could too. Her sexual openness had not quite overcome his shyness yet, and he walked out of the room beet red.

Steve wanted to beat off bad when he got back to his room, but he didn't dare. If he had lingered in his room, Aunt Christine would know what he was doing. He quickly changed into his swimming trucks and willed his erection flaccid. He went out to the pool and dove in the cool water did the job in shrinking any remaining hardness in his cock.

Darlene came out in a one piece bathing suit, nothing sexy; she carried some lemonade and glasses.

Christine came to the pool in a very sexy white string bikini. Darlene just gave her that look she always gave her when Christine went over the top. Steve saw what his Aunt Christine was wearing and he immediately felt sexually charged, his cock came up even in the cool water. As pleased as he was to see so much of his Aunt, at the same time, he was thinking, "OMG, now I'll have to stay under water, I'll never get out of the pool.

Christine dove into the pool and swam over to Steve, whom at this time was just hanging out by the side. She bumped into him on purpose and then stood next to him making conversation. Steve could not help but look at her hot body in a skimpy bikini, right next to him. His eyes gazed at her breasts struggling to be contained in the top. The white material, now wet, revealed even more. He didn't want to be rude, but he just had to swim away. He made like he wanted to swim, when really he just wanted to go up to his room and masturbate. He did a few laps while his mother joined Christine in the pool. He saw this as his shot; he climbed out the other end of the pool and disappeared into the house. His orgasm was quick and fierce; it took his breath away as he lay on his bed, still wet from the pool, too spent to move. He eventually returned to the pool and helped grill some food. The rest of the evening was uneventful; mostly the two sisters chatted and caught up with each other's lives.

The next morning Steve came down to the kitchen for breakfast. Christine and Darlene were already enjoying coffee and chatting. Steve was wearing cotton gym shorts and a tee shirt. Christine was looking like her sexy self in a loose fitting, but low cut cotton top with no bra. The top was short and revealed her midriff. Her pajama bottoms were of a silky material that hugged her buns like they were painted on. She got up to greet Steve and hugged him good morning, as she leaned forward Steve could see completely down her top.

"Come on, I'll show you some steps." Christine said grabbing Steve's hand and pulling him into the family room. Steve stumbled in after her.

"You hold a women like this when dancing Steve," she was demonstrating. "Here, put your left hand in the small of my back, and take my left hand in your right hand and hold it up about shoulder level."

Steve put his left hand on her back and felt her skin; her top was short and rode up when she stood erect. He took her left hand in his right hand and held it as she instructed. She showed him some steps, and as she did, she purposely brushed her body against his, she felt the swell in his loins.

She thought back to yesterday when Steve had a tent in his pants after helping her with her luggage. "There is nothing wrong with masturbating Steve" she said, "I do it myself all the time. Your cousin Jody does it too, I taught her to be open with her body and her sexuality."

Steve was feeling embarrassed again and flushed red.

"Steve, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Your body is a wonderful thing, it's here for you to enjoy. Everyone masturbates. Did you masturbate when you went in from the pool yesterday? You were gone a while" she said smiling at him.

"I can't talk to you about this," Steve said, "You're my Aunt."

"It's ok dear. If it helps, I masturbated last night myself."

"You did?" Steve stammered.

"Yes, after I retired to my room for the night, I lay there and masturbated for at least an hour before falling to sleep. I must have had seven orgasms. I masturbate every night, unless I'm making love to someone."

Steve finally felt brave enough to admit he rubbed one out after he came in from the pool. She hugged him for his honesty and gave him a kiss on his cheek at the same time squeezed his ass and laughed.

After breakfast the three went out for the day, they ran a bunch of errands and had dinner out.

At days end, Steve said good night and went up to his room. He was lying on his bed in boxers surfing the internet, he was just about to start looking at some porn when a knock came on his door.

"Steve, can I come in for a minute?" Aunt Christine said. "Yes," Steve answered. Christine was wearing the same loose fitting top, no bra, and pajama bottoms he saw her with this morning. She came to his bed and sat next to him, as she leaned over toward him, she gave him an eye full as her loose top opened and Steve had an unobstructed view of her breasts.

"You surfing for porn?" She asked bluntly.

"I was about to," Steve said, braver after their talk this morning.

"Good, I haven't seen any porn in a few days. What's your favorite?"

"You watch porn?" Steve asked incredulously.

"Sure, why not," Aunt Christine replied. "What's your favorite?"

"Oh the normal stuff," Steve said shyly.

"That's a cop-out." Christine said, "Now tell me what you like."

Steve said nothing, too embarrassed to speak.

"Do you like to see two women going at it?" She asked.

"Yeah," was all he could muster?

"You know I'm bisexual, right Steve?"

"Yes."

"Do you ever imagine me and another woman?" she said smiling and tickling him in his side.

"I've thought about it," Steve said.

"I bet you have," she said as she grabbed the lap top from Steve and said "here, let me find some good lesbian porn for you." Christine typed in a search and up came her favorite web site that offered free porn. She search for a movie clip and started it. On screen was a young girl and an older woman, they were just beginning to kiss and undress each other. As the seen unfolded, the two actresses were naked and eating each other in a 69. Steve's cock was rock hard; he was trying to conceal it with his hands.

"No need to hide it Steve, I can see you have a hard-on. If you didn't have a hard-on, I'd be worried about you."

Steve relaxed his hands; his boxers did little to contain his 7 inch cock. Aunt Christine reached out and started stroking his cock through his boxers.

"Here, let's get that thing out for some air," she said as she deftly reached in to his fly and popped out his erection before Steve could protest. She stroked it a few times and cooed a little as she told him what a beautiful cock he had.

Steve was feeling a little odd about watching porn with his Aunt while she stroked his cock, but it felt incredibly good at the same time. No one, except himself had ever touched his cock, well, maybe his mother when he was an infant, to clean it, but nothing he ever remembered.

Christine suddenly stopped stroking and let go of Steve's cock, she herself was feeling conflicted. She wanted to show Steve the ways of sexual pleasure, but she was his Aunt.

"I better go." she said, "Your mom wouldn't approve. I'm going to my room and masturbate, I expect you'll be doing the same," she smiled and kiss him good night.

The next week was busy with dance lessons. Aunt Christine worked with Steve during the day for a few hours and the two of them took the evening lessons she signed them up for. Christine worked on slow dances and dances where there is a lot of partner holding. As they were dancing, she took every opportunity she could to brush her body next to Steve's. She loved to tease his cock with her crotch as they danced, and smiled devilishly when she got a rise out of him. Christine was convincing herself as the days went on that week, that she wanted to help Steve loose his virginity. She didn't know if she would do it herself, or have one of her friends fuck him, but it needed to be done, for his sake. She didn't want him going off to college in the fall a virgin. Her body was telling her to take him herself, she just didn't know if she could cross that line. She didn't see anything wrong with it, but she knew society, and Steve's mother would. Christine had raised her own daughter do be open about her body and sexuality. Open nudity in the house was acceptable. Christine and her daughter Jody had even masturbated in front of each other; however, Christine had never crossed the line into incest.

Now, with Steve, she had all she could do to keep from crossing that line. Her body lusted for his cock, and the more she was with him, teasing him, purposely getting him aroused, the thinner that line got. She would stop into his bedroom to kiss him goodnight every night that week. She would find some porn for them to watch for a few minutes, she explained what was happening on the screen, the various positions, how it felt when she performed those moves on her various lovers. She stroked his cock for him for only a minute or two, as she had done that first night, then she'd say goodnight and leave for her bedroom. She knew he would finish himself off, and once in the guestroom, she masturbated herself. She imagined them together, masturbating each other, then licking, and finally fucking.

It was Thursday, they just returned from dance lessons and Christine was saddened to think she only had one more day with Steve; she was flying out early Saturday morning. "Steve, why don't you spend the summer in California? You can stay at our house, Jody will be home in a few weeks and she'd love to see you."

Steve was all hot for the idea of spending more time with Aunt Christine. He was secretly hoping if he was staying in her house, away from his mother, things might progress sexually between them.

Christine talked to Darlene about the idea of Steve spending the rest of the summer with her and Jody. At first Darlene was on the fence, she wanted to spent time with her son before he went off to college herself. The two ladies compromised, Steve would spend a month in California and then fly home to spend time with his mother for the rest of the summer. Christine was able to book a ticket for Steve on the same return flight she was scheduled to take on Saturday.

Friday came and went; they attended the last dance class. Between the private coaching he got from his Aunt Christine and the week long lessons, Steve could actually dance fairly well. Christine was pleased with his progress.

She knocked on his door again after he went up to his room for the night. "Come in," he said, as he had all week. As before they talked and joked, she found some porn on his lap top for them to watch and she stroked his cock. This time instead of only stroking for a minute and then leaving him to finish himself off, she stayed. He had gotten so use to her timing all week; he knew right away she was going longer than before. He wondered if she intended to finish him off. As she stayed and kept working his cock with her hands, he was getting close to cumming.