I was four when my brother got married and had a son. Between me and Christian, my brother, there were 17 years of difference.
Our mother had had him at 18, and thanks to him she had married my father. When she was 35 she became pregnant with me and Christian was already a little man, a beautiful 17-year-old teenager, womaniser and a heartbreaker.
Following in the footsteps of my parents, at the age of 21 he got his girlfriend pregnant, eventually marrying her and creating a family.
Even if theirs had been a repairing wedding, they loved each other, they had found their balance and together they made a beautiful couple. They loved little Samuel more than anything else and for him they had overcome many ups and downs, present in a young couple facing the wedding without even knowing what it is.
19 years later, Christian was a handsome 40-year-old man, I was a 23-year-old girl, and little Samuel a 19-year-old teenager ... difficult to think of me as the aunt of an almost peer of mine.
From small and up to the age of 10, we played together, then our paths had split. Different schools, different neighbourhoods and different friendships, had driven us apart, forcing us to see each other only during special holidays or weddings, when the family reunites.
Little Samuel was now the carbon copy of his father. He had taken on the charm of the heartbreaker but, fortunately, he inherited his mother's shyness and lack of confidence. ... I often dreamed of being able to educate him but the opportunity had never happened and, in any case, he was my nephew and maybe this blocked me a little.
That day I was alone at home, excited after reading my favourite erotic book. I thought of Samuel who, lately, had become my main erotic fantasy. I didn't know if he liked it or not, but I was determined to try an intimate approach with him that afternoon.
I called him and, with the excuse of a CD I wanted to burn, I invited him to my place. While I waited for him, I took a shower and wore only a white mini thong and a long, white dressing gown too. I was so tempted to seduce him ... with all the weapons at my disposal.
He arrived about half an hour later and I was ready to welcome him.
"Hello aunt!" - he said as soon as I opened the door.
"Please don't call me aunt who makes me feel old ... come on, we're almost peers."
"You're right, Alessia." - he laughed.
"Sorry if I'm in my dressing gown but I just got out of the shower and I didn't have time to get dressed."
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"I guessed! Better for me ... you are a great sight, you know?"
Checkmate, I thought. Now I had confirmation that he liked me and there was nothing that could stop me.
"If you weren't my aunt, I would have jumped on you already, he he he" -
"But you're really a brat!" - I joked, pretending embarrassment for his statements.
He too was visibly embarrassed and I didn't miss the chance to provoke him again.
"What if I do this?" - I asked him while, standing in front of him, I lowered my dressing gown, leaving my shoulders uncovered.
"Come on ... you can't do it ... already seeing you like this ..." - he said blushing.
