My Nephew: A Teenager in Heat

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.

"Are you embarrassed? Do you want to see more?" - I said letting a thigh slip from the side of the fabric that covered me.

Samuel put a hand over his eyes. - "This is a low blow, you know that legs drive me crazy and yours are fabulous."

My excitement was extreme. Seeing him in front of me, excited at the vision of my body, embarrassed and red with shame gave me strength, made me feel invincible. I tried, however, to calm him down, continuing subtly in my provocative manoeuvrers.

"Well ... don't tell me you've never seen a girl?" -

"Of course I have, but the last time I saw a girl with not much on like you I fucked her, he he he."

I said nothing but looked at him with languid eyes. Motioned him to come closer.

"Take off my dressing gown, come on. Take it off and drop it on the ground."

Ever more embarrassed, Samuel did what I had ordered, focusing his gaze on my body and not on my eyes that stared at him. The erection for him was almost immediate when he saw that only the little fabric of the thong covered me. I noticed it and pointed it out.

"Am I wrong, or are we a little lively down there?" - I said smiling.

"Sorry..."

"You don't have to apologize." - I answered caressing him, then I turned and started to rub my body against his and against his penis.

"What are you doing?" - he asked me.

"I provoking you." -

The naturalness with which I turned to him, probably unlocked him and the boy lowered his pants while remaining with the tight briefs.

"Since you are a bad ass aunty, let's see if you are able to take them off me."

He challenged me, sure that I would never have done it.

"This looks like a dare ... and if you lose it?"

"If I lose it, I'll pay the price."

Sneering, I knelt down. I looked at him for a moment and, in one fell swoop, I pulled down my briefs. His excited penis shot straight in front of my face and I looked at him eager to have it, eager to taste it.

Embarrassed by his physical condition and my cheekiness, he blushed again. I took his cock in my hand and stuck my tongue out, licking the glans, feeling it quivering. I had made him very excited and, after a few seconds, I let go of his penis. That was his penance: to excite him and leave him unsatisfied, well aware that he would not have agreed to remain so.

I got up. - "Happy baby?" - I said laughing.

"Not at all." - he replied with lust in his eyes.

He took me and laid me down on the sofa, pushed my thong aside and penetrated me in one fell swoop, starting to fuck me slowly.

I trembled and had a small orgasm when I finally felt it inside me. I had longed for it but I should not lose sight of my primary aim: to wean the nephew.

"Is that everything you can do, baby boy?" I asked him, provoking him again ."Now I'll show you how it's done."

I flipped him over, sitting him down. I astride him, I penetrated myself, making him enter up to the hilt.

I heard him moan and I started to move my body over his, slowly, alternating slow movements that seemed to let him out, with sharp and violent blows, when I came back down, doing it enter again all the way, sliding it over the walls of my vagina.

He was panting and I put my hands on my hips. Keeping behind him, I increased the pace of the ride and he and I increased our moans.

I fucked him again and again, incessantly, without stopping or changing rhythm. I felt his hands move over my buttocks, squeezing them.

He put my head on my breast and, when he started nibbling on my nipples, he realized that I could not tame him for much longer.

I saw him out of his mind, mad about my body, intoxicated by my perfume. I like him was prey to an unparalleled feeling, an immense and relentless pleasure.

"Would you like my little ass, nephew?" I whispered stopping.

"Yes ... I would like ... but I never did." -he answered.

I was even more exalted by that statement, I got up from his legs and positioned myself on the sofa, arse in the air, offering to his eyes the view of my round bottom.

"If you want it, take it." -I said.

Without answering, Samuel tried to let himself in, spreading his buttocks with his hands. He was pushing slowly and, after a few moments, he entered. I waited for my anal walls to get used to his member then I said to him: - "Honey, I know you never did, but I would like you not to spare yourself with me. Let out all your instincts, let me enjoy and enjoy ... I'm here for you, to satisfy you. "

Actually, I wanted to be fucked hard, to be fucked like a slut by my nephew who made me so wet and masturbated when I thought about him in the intimacy in my bed at night.

Samuel was unable to resist that request. He grabbed me by the hips and started fucking me like I asked him to do. Increasing the pace, he moved inside me, pushing it harder and harder, deeper and deeper. He was panting like an angry bull as his balls hit my vagina.

I, like a bitch, sweated, shook and screamed with every stroke.

Accelerating again, he took me by the hair and began to slap me hard on the ass, making me stiffen and allowing the anal muscles to contract and trap his penis inside.

I was on the verge and felt the orgasm approaching.

Samuel was also at the limit and we came together. He spurted inside me, flooding my bowels with his hot sperm, gush after gush after gush, nobody had ever cum so much in me as Samuel, and it was that feeling that made me free to savour the pleasure I held up until that moment.

We screamed as our bodies experienced the incestuous orgasm brought on by the insanely raw and animalistic embrace we just experienced.

From that day, we began to see each other regularly, having sex together and discovering every day, new sides of sexuality, a sexuality that, despite the blood bond that united us, we lived without remorse and without problems.