My nephew Danny started coming over to my house once a week to mow the lawn and to fuck me. Lately, the weeds have been growing in thick and I wake-up to his enormous cock jabbing between my thighs. Things have gotten a little bit out of hand in the last few months, when I have become his alarm clock, slowly arousing him from his slumbers by performing oral sex on his mammoth tool. His total control and domination over my mind and body has reduced me to a willing participant in my own sexual subjugation.
It began about a year or so, ago. My husband whom I refuse to name, and may he roast in hell, divorced me and lit-out. I say good riddance, and my lawyer secured a nice settlement and I got the house. He was an asshole and nobody liked him. At about the same time, my sister Ruth was being divorced from her husband, too. Jimmy was an okay guy and we all liked him, but of course we sided with Ruth. Truth is, she could be a bit bitchy and difficult to get along with. It was particularly hard on their son Danny. He was just struggling to finish high school and wasn't prepared for college. What structure he had, and an upstanding male role model, had now vanished. Leaving him bitter and building a hidden impulse to dominate women.
Our other sister Claire, had just recently moved back to the neighborhood because her hubby travelled so much, that she had grown bored and lonely. He was a good provider but had apparently been spreading his affections around. She was starved for appreciation and emotional support.
My name is Victoria, everyone calls me Vicci. I am the eldest at 41, then clingy Claire and bitchy Ruth. We all have dark eyes and dark hair, Ruth's is cut short. She also got the big boobs. Claire and I are modest C-cups, Ruth is a firm Double-D. Claire has long, muscular legs and a slim waist. I'm a little more rounded but most men ogle my curves.
Danny is just past twenty now. He also has long black hair that is often swept back in a short ponytail. He has smoldering, liquid brown eyes and a dark complexion that turns to the color of chocolate milk when he works bare-chested in the yard. His broad shoulders and thick, sinewy arms are a reminder of the baseball player he once was. He has a finely chiseled jaw and a shadow of black stubble on his chin that would have looked great on a trading card. And the wiry patch of coarse, dark curls that peek above his gym trunks, often had me fantasizing about the mystery hidden beneath. His solid thighs and size-twelve shoes led me to some erotic daydreams when he wasn't aware that I was studying him.
After his parents divorce, which he took hard, things were strained between he and Ruth. He lashed-out at her and stormed around the home. Since I had just inherited this big house, it was generally agreed that he would spend a little more time with his Aunt Vicci.
At first, he mostly did yard work but I found that he was good with his hands, (a skill that we would soon put to the test.) He was not shy about expressing his opinions and he actually looked for chores to do. And as I couldn't do any sort of manual repair, I soon came to rely on his presence and his help. He told me that any time spent with me, rather than at home, was a more pleasurable experience. He seemed shy and brooding at first, but I took that as adolescent angst. I wanted to draw him out. And to make things around here comfortable for him. And I spoke with him as an adult, I think he warmed to being on equal footing. Our talks often touched on intimate subjects, and sometimes after a few adult beverages, we would discuss our sexual frustrations. One night, he confessed to me that spying me in my skimpy shorts or bikini is what kept him lingering around.
I hovered over him initially. When he mowed the grass, I always hurried-out with cold drinks and would sun myself in the yard so that he wouldn't feel alone. Doing odd jobs inside, I would sit with him and talk about anything. I didn't want him to feel like a hired hand. And he is my only nephew. It had not occurred to me then, that I was dressing pretty casually or that our talks had become so sexually charged. It was summer I reasoned, that's why I showed so much skin and it was the heat that made me perspire so much. As for the erotic energy in the room, I thought that was only in my head.
I would lounge in the sun talking about the family divorce situations or ask why he didn't have a girlfriend. He countered, that with my "sexy figure" I should still be out there husband-shopping. We asked what qualities each other preferred in the opposite sex and occasionally even dropped hints of what we found to be stimulating or sensual. I enjoyed the way his warm eyes scanned my body when we talked. It made feel alive and sensuous. And I found myself more and more, wondering what type of lover he would be.
On scorching summer days, I leered from under smoked glasses, as his tanned torso glistened in the sun. He wore only shorts and boots, a blue bandana wrapped around his dark, sweaty brow. At every movement the lean muscles shone through like a wild cat's. My skin needed a little more care, I did not have his European roots. I sometimes asked him to apply oils or creams to my shoulders and back.
We both felt a tad awkward when a grown, lusty man rubbed lotion along the nearly bare flesh of a lonely, seductive woman. But I was more than twice his age, and he was my nephew. I did not ever want him to feel embarrassed, and I had no inclinations towards him, sexually, other than in my fantasies. Perhaps, I overcompensated. After a hot work day, we usually took a dip together in the pool. Around the house I was normally bare-legged. My skimpy tops could be revealing, but I did not want to come-off prudish, and it was my house. Unintentionally, we were seeing a lot of each other's bodies. And often after he went home, I scampered upstairs and put my vibrator to hard use. Lingering desires of a lewd, taboo tryst planted itself in my brain...and my vagina.
For two days in the middle of a heat wave, the power went out. The house was pitch-black and the temperature soared. He stayed to help out, running for ice, buying flashlights, and making certain I wasn't afraid in the oppressive darkness. We were practically naked and sweaty the entire time; alternately jumping in the shower (separately,) drinking cold beers, and sleeping "cowboy style" on the cool patio. That was when I started to really obsess over his lean body and subtle, sexy manner.
He was now basically staying with me, Ruth didn't mind, infact she hardly seemed to notice. Things had gotten so casual between us that we had become like roommates. And on those days when he was not here, I missed him and wandered about this big empty house in a daze, wondering if another woman had caught his eye, or if he was bored with his old aunt. He had a key so that he could come and go as he pleased, and so that he could make messy or noisy repairs while I shopped or visited with my sisters. If he ever let himself in while I was still in bed, he would turn on the television so that I knew it was him downstairs. If I had earphones in or was in the shower, he would flash the lights to get my attention, so that I would not be startled. It turns-out, he revealed to me later, that he often snuck-in on me when I was asleep or in the bath, just to try to catch a glimpse of me in the nude. It was an eerie thought but I found it frighteningly sexy.
That's what led to our first intimate encounter. We were in the yard. He was digging around the plants and I was laying by the pool. His body glowed under the blistering heat. Every sinew and tendon of his taut body was straining and damp with sweat. His back rippled with each shovel of dirt and his firm chest heaved as he lugged the heavy bags of topsoil. I was wearing dark sunglasses and lounging in a chaise, my body oiled and my tiny yellow bikini was loosened to allow the tanlines to darken. I tried to appear nonchalant as I exposed as much of my flesh to him as I could mange without seeming a harlot. I noticed him stealing glances in my direction and an obvious bulge outlined in his sweat-soaked shorts.
My nipples sprouted and my breathing came in halting gasps. He dallied nearer to me making tighter circles as he hovered. The hot, moist feeling percolating in my lower abdomen had nothing to do with the sun. I knew the situation was growing tense, so I was forced to excuse myself and head in for a cold, cold shower. I left some beers in a bucket of ice on the counter for when he finished, and darted upstairs. In the security of the bathroom my breathing calmed and my pressure dropped. With the stereo playing and the shower running, I sat down to wipe the oil from my slinky, naked body before climbing into the stall. My mind floated-off to an erotic, fantasy world where the tender, exploratory hands sweeping over my supple body were not my own. I was adrift in my lusty, sensual dream. The towel fell from hands but I continued to rub them along my inner thighs slowly and methodically, working their way towards my lush triangle. The palm of my right hand pressed hard on my exposed clit and with the tips of two fingers, I penetrated the soft lips of my pussy. My left hand snaked it's way up my rounded belly to the fleshy globes on high. I pinched at the pink nipples and squeezed the soft skin. I knew this madness had to stop but I seemed powerless to control my lust. I gathered-up the plush towel and laid it across my lap. I ran a brush through my long locks and cleared my mind, slumping resignedly on the stool. I wanted it and I needed it, but could I ever go through with it? I sat there with my head in my hands staring at the floor.
