This started awhile ago _ and is on-going. I've always been naughty, but now, in my early thirties, I find myself giving in to my sexual urges, and acting out my fantasies, more frequently ... actually, much more frequently. This is proof.
I'll never claim I didn't know better _ or that I shouldn't have let any of it happen. But it couldn't have happened unless I wanted it to, unless I participated, unless I took the initiative. It would have stayed naughty, maybe, but innocent.
This thing with my nephew actually started fairly innocently. My nephew is young. But not too young. He is a typical teenage boy. He often stays with me on weekends. His father, my brother, is often on the road because of his work. Sometimes, on the weekends, my sister-in-law joins her husband _ and, for years, when that happens, he stays at my house. I live only a few blocks from their home. This way, he isn't alone, but he also isn't far away from his friends.
Until very recently, it never even occurred to me to wonder why he never balked at staying with me. He's certainly old enough to be on his own for a weekend, but he not only has never objected, he has always seemed so eager I never gave it any thought.
I'm divorced and live along. I am bi-sexual. I have a slight preference for women, actually, but I do date men _ so I am NOT unfamiliar with the way they are. In fact, if my ex-husband had been willing to accept the fact that I simply need another woman every once in awhile _ and I told him this before we were married _ then we probably would still be together. To make it easier for him, I even told him I would be willing to share whenever possible. He couldn't handle it.
But that's another story.
My nephew is ALWAYS trying to look down my blouse, up my skirt. The things a boy that age often does. In fact, the very things most men I have dated try to do. I had been aware of it for awhile. I just didn't give it a lot of thought. I probably should have, but I didn't. Bad me!
He is young enough not to be terribly subtle. Pretty typical, I think, for a high school senior about to graduate. But it also is obvious he has been sheltered. He is a young 18, not terribly worldly _ and I would bet money, lots of it, that he still is a virgin.
At first, I was a little shocked, and tried to be very careful around him. Dressing rather demurely, sitting carefully, that kind of thing. I kept reminding myself: You are his aunt. He IS your brother's son.
But he was so predictable it became amusing to me. But I have to admit, at least to you and myself, that it also began turning me on, the way I would catch him looking at me. Not at first, not right away. But the more conscious I became of it, the more I became aware of his sexuality. And as I suddenly became more aware of his sexuality, the more it turned me on.
