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Lover = Nephew, Part 1

My brother married a woman 18 years ago to a woman with a 10-year-old son. Ryan was a good kid and he loved my brother very much. I was 22 at the time, just finishing up my bachelor's degree in psychology entering my master's program. I married briefly at age 24 upon completion of my Master's degree, but we just were not compatible sexually. What drive my ex had prior to our nuptials, seemed to disappear on our wedding night. The sex all but stopped and it always seemed a chore to him. It caused fights and soon we agreed to divorce not quite 4 years into the marriage.

I have always enjoyed sex and good if not great sex. I chose to never marry again, which lost me lovers that were good. i had some good FWB, but they always started talking about marriage. At first, they would consent to no marriage or living with me. But, after a while of no cohabitation at all, just dating and/or FWB situation; they would move on to seek marriage and having children.

Ryan had always been a boy who enjoyed overnights with his new Aunt when still a young boy. His mom and my brother welcomed me babysitting as it gave them some very good couple's weekends whether at home or out of town. Ryan and I would always enjoy riding bikes in various parks in our area, going to action movies, and dining out for a good hamburger. Time marches on and soon the young boy is turning into a young man, no longer interested in those activities. Ryan began dating and/or hanging out with his guy friends. He was always ambitious and worked hard at part time jobs while in high school and also while in college. He still remained faithful to his Aunt Becca, dropping by for a visit here and there to tell me all about his education. He too had gone into psychology in college and was following in his aunt's footsteps in seeking a Master's in the field with the intentions of getting his PhD just as I had done. I had a private practice from home. I worked out of one of those tiny houses I had placed on my large quiet property. Ryan and my brother had helped put it up for me. It was plumbed and if need be, could be lived in as it was fully finished and furnished as any small house would be.

Sometimes when Ryan came by to just talk to his aunt, he would mention, "maybe we could go into practice together Aunt Becca?" I thought that might be a very good idea. I told him we could see how our time together fared as I was going to be his mentor during his internship which would be full time one semester out of my office. He and his dad did a small renovation on the tiny house so there could be 2 small therapy rooms and a covered waiting area. They enclosed the deck and provided it with AC and heat, so clients had a waiting room. It was also a nice place to sit during all 12 months of the year and soak up good sun.

At age 26, Ryan had his PhD and had actually come into my practice. It was an ideal situation. I was able to cut back to 3 days a week and still keep the same number of clients by extending the hours those 3 days. Ryan worked 4 days a week, also with longer days. He had Friday through Sunday off and I had Friday through Monday off. He had bought himself a small house perfect for a and coming professional in our town. My brother and his wife were so proud of him and appreciative of the opportunity I had given him to be in a private practice. My brother, whom he had called Dad for 16 years, though he still saw his biological dad, reminded him he still had good hands at repairs and construction. He asked that he help me keep up with my home to keep it and the tiny house practice in good shape. Ryan did so. At least once a month, Ryan would sleep in the loft of the tiny house for the weekend, so he could do any needed repairs for me. I would cook and we would enjoy our time outside of practice. His other weekends, he spent i assumed in the company of available young women. He was after all a virile young man and I thought would soon be telling all of us he had found the woman of his dreams telling us he was going to marry. That never seemed to transpire.

When Ryan was 28 and I now 40, he was spending more and more weekends finding chores or upkeep or repairs that could be done at my home. As I always would, I would fix dinner if he finished around that time and then before he left, we would sit on the couch sipping a good red wine. Our favorite was a good Malbec.

One particular Saturday night after he had spent Friday night at his home, we were just finished up dinner and had settled on the couch with our wine, a fire in the fireplace. He was going to spend the night and had brought with him an overnight bag, change of clothes. He had already showered up in the tiny house prior to dinner and I had done the same in my home before i fixed dinner. It was a cold winter evening and snow had begun to fall. I suggested perhaps he go on to the tiny house before he had to shovel the sidewalk from my house to our tiny house practice. He said he could just sleep on the meditation mattress I kept in front of the hearth and shovel in the morning. He did run over to get his overnight bag and came right back with it. "It is too early to turn in" he said "and I am enjoying our conversation and this wine." He sat back on the couch. He sat a little closer than usual. He got up at one point to put more wood in the fireplace noting the snowfall was heavy. I went to the linen closet and brought out sheets, quilt, pillows and together we made up the meditation mattress as his bed for the night. I went back to the couch and poured us more wine as he stoked the fire. When he turned around and walked toward me, he had his fly unzipped and his cock out of the fly. He was very hard and already had some precum at the very tip. "Ryan! What are you doing?!" I asked. He approached me and his cock was in my face almost to my lips. He held it there and said "I want to offer you something Becca. No more Aunt Becca, just Becca like I call you when we are seeing clients. I want you. I want you very much. And, I know you have not had a man in a while, that I am aware, but that you like sex, if not love sex. i am offering myself ot you as a sexual partner. I know I can please you and that we can have some very wonderful time together." Ryan" I replied "but, I am your aunt. This would be considered incest." "No, I do not think so" he said to me as he sat next to me on the couch, handing me my wine, the picking up his wine and putting an arm around me. "I think it is 2 people who can be great lovers. I am your nephew by marriage only. There is no blood between us. I am tired of these immature women I date and they have no clue about what good sex or lovemaking is all about. i think you do." I just looked at him as he kept his arm around me, each of us sipping wine looking at the other. He gently kissed me on the lips, his cock still hard and leaking sticking out of his fly telling me "you can touch me Becca. I want you to touch me. I want to give you my body and let you enjoy my cock. You do like cock right Becca?" I sat my wine glass down and took his glass and sat it down also. I loved cock and his was so inviting, so long, so thick, so hard, so young. I put one hand around it and stroked it some letting my index finger run over his slit catching the precum and rubbing it all of that mushroomed head. He moaned and nuzzled me in my left ear "I like that, keep that up Becca. Enjoy my cock, please." I kept stroking him and we were kissing full on tongue and he was saying "more, Becca, more, please." i kept stroking and slid down between his legs, pulling his pants off and as I did his shoes and socks also. I had him naked from the waist down. I stroked and then kissed his cock licking up precum. I then slid up his body and kissed his lips letting him taste himself on my lips. "This is going to have to be very discreet Ryan. No one can know." "They won't know Becca. Our secret unless at some point we decide it can no longer be a secret. Right now let's just make love to one another. Have some good sex. I know sex with you has to be good." He took my shoulders and guided me to my feet standing before him. He unbuttoned my dress completely and slid it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. i stood there in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties. He exclaimed his pleasure at seeing me that way and handed me my wine glass "sit down with me Becca. He took his glass as I sat next to him, and toasted "to some good if not great sexual encounters between the 2 of us Becca. Please touch me some more. I can stay hard for hours for you if you want and you can stroke me and kiss me and lick me all you want, if you want. My cock is your cock." We kissed like 2 passionate lovers who had not seen one another in a long time. When not kissing he was moaning his pleasures as we drank wine and i stroked and kissed and licked and sucked on his cock at intervals. He was tender, running his fingers through my hair and soon as I had my head in his lap, our glasses back on the coffee table, he was starting to finger my pussy and clit. "You are wet Becca, so wet, you are wet for me." As I sucked his cock and he rubbed my clit, i was starting to buck ask I thought I was going to cum and his breathing increased and his balls tightened up and got very high. "Where do you want my cum Becca?", I heard him ask "because I am going to cum." I stopped sucking and sat up causing his fingers to leave my clit "on my tits Ryan, cover my tits in your hot juice." He quickly removed my bra and grabbed his cock giving it a few more strokes and shot a huge load of cum covering my tits. So much cum, it was dripping off my hard nipples. When he moaning loudly tell me how good it felt and how much he loved seeing his cum all over my bare tits. When he had settled from his orgasm, he stood me up, cum still dripping from my nipples, slid down my panties having me step out of them. He quickly removed his shirt and then grabbed me and sat me in his lap holding me tight, getting his cum all over his chest, reaching between my legs "your turn, let's see how hard and how many times i can make you cum." He began rubbing my clit. He was very skilled at doing so and as i lay there naked in his lap I began to arch and buck as he encouraged "Yes, come on Becca cum for me cum hard me. You are so wet. Let's get you soaking wet babe, Cum for me. I was rocked with my first orgasm. His hand got soaked. "Again babe, do it again" as he continued to rub my clit. He gave me 6 very hard orgasms. I lay in his lap both of us covered in his cum and now in my cum. I was spent but still wanted more of him. He was hard again. He picked me up and took me to his makeshift bed for the night in front of the fire. "I am going to actually fuck you now Becca, because you are very wet and ready for cock" as he laid me back got between my legs kissing me as he slid his stiff member inside of me. It did not take him many strokes inside of me and he was screaming in pleasure telling me "I am filling you up." I could feel his cock throbbing and spurting hot fluid inside of me. It felt good. While he was still cumming he began to rub my clit again and I was so sensitive, I had another orgasm while he was still shooting me full of his cum. He collapsed on top of me kissing my neck and telling me 'I told you this could be very good." I kissed him on the lips and held him tight until his cock softened inside of me and he slid out. He lay next to me, both of us sticky from cum, running a finger over my breasts and down to my pussy bringing up his cum mixed with my cum and rubbing it on my nipples. "My cock and my body are yours bow Becca. I hope you will continue to enjoy them." I kissed him again and took a finger to my pussy bringing up both of our cum mixed and rubbed it on his softened cock and then on his nipples. "Nasty girl" he said. "is that a yes, you will continue to enjoy me and my cock?" "Yes," I said "as long as you can keep me in orgasms, I will enjoy you and your cock." He motioned me up and we walked naked into the master bath and had a good hot shower, cleaning one another up. We threw on warm robes, remade the med in front of the fire as the sheets needed changed. We then got more wine, got naked under the covers in front of the fire and talked and drank and touched one another. At one point, Ryan got up and came back with a towel instructing me to lift my hips as he slid it under me. He got between my legs in 69 position as he began his mouth work on my lower lips and clit and put his cock inside of my mouth. "I wil let you know when i am going to cum Becca and I want to be inside of you when I do it again. It did not take long for either of us to be on the verge of orgasm and as he removed his cock from my mouth and repositioned to enter me, he was also rubbing my clit with a finger. As his cock pushed inside of me I came immediately due to his clitoral stimulation and as my pussy clamped down on his hard cock, he shouted "Oh my God!" and he was cumming inside of me again. All the mess was on the towel, but we still needed another shower. We showered quickly tossing the towel in the hamper and naked returned to our lovemaking bed in front of the fireplace and fell asleep in one another's arms. As I was drifting off Ryan said "first one up makes the coffee, second one up makes the other cum first." We slept.

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