Literotic asexstories – Breaking In Her Naive Nephew by Usually_Lurking,Usually_Lurking
Lexi swirls her drink, sitting alone on the edge of a patio in the heart of suburbia. Watching the family reunion with intensely mixed feelings.
Faced with her pick of the litter: bragging uncles by the grill, screaming cousins in the yard, and old women sharing church gossip in the shade… It was a pretty easy choice to just move a chair into the corner to suntan and wait it out.
She loved them. She really did. They were family. But… it was a lot easier to love them from a distance.
After moving to New York, spending years building a career in the city, having fun, and living her life, she flew home for this? To sleep in her old room upstairs, almost unchanged: cringing at the black paint and posters from her high school punk phase. Brushing off questions about husbands and grandkids from old relatives. It was embarrassing.
And it gets worse.
A cheer echoes from inside the house, and some uncle pokes his head out to yell, “Grace is here!”
“Oh… yay…” Lexi mutters to herself, glancing around for her exit strategy.
Her straight-laced older sister is such a sanctimonious bitch. Never misses a chance to show off that perfect white-bread family, or remind Lexi that she’s the black sheep. I mean, she’s not wrong, but how rude is that? Pretty standard for Grace; flat as a board and straight as an arrow.
If you listened to the press, she found true love in her high school sweetheart Keith and has been living in christian bliss ever since, with 5 perfect children. Unless, like Lexi, you weren’t feeling charitable and did the math. Her first-born son was a true miracle of the church, born 6 months after their wedding. Still, the family ate it right up.
Lexi couldn’t be more different. She was just too busy having fun to settle down, and everyone could see why. She was made for one thing, and she knew it.
The classic feminine figure, and it must have been a looong day when God made that hourglass. Proud, heavy breasts that strain her tight shirts to the breaking point. No plastic there. No bra, either, when she can get away without, and no shame when she gets excited and her nipples poke right through. A trim belly, soft and smooth and always on display, highlighted with a little jewel dangling from her belly button, leading into the flare of her wide hips. A bubble butt that’s been known to stop traffic in jeans, leggings, or, for special occasions like today, tight leather skirts.
It’s no accident that Lexi picked up the nickname “Sexy Lexi” at college parties, and she lives up to it every chance she gets. About the only thing she isn’t happy about is being 5′, and she makes up for it with high heels, platform sandals, hell, even boots in a pinch. Anything to get to eye-level.
She’s just about to kick off those platform sandals and make a sprint for the back fence when the screen door opens again. The squeal of rusty hinges bleeds into the squeal of the devil herself, “Aleeeeexis!”
Too late to escape, Lexi has a moment to set her drink down and get halfway up before her sister descends, pulling her into a stiff-as-a-board hug, familiar to everyone who should be close and really isn’t.
“It’s been forever, oh my God,” Grace gushes, before starting in on it, “how many years has it been? Aren’t we getting so old?!”
Lexi isn’t one to take this lying down, “Gracieeeee,” she draws it out, relishing the tiny frown she gets in return, “it’s been so long. How are you and Keith doing? More kids since last time?”
The tiny frown grows, as Grace narrows her eyes, glancing Lexi up and down, “Oh, you know, we just love each other so much… have you found anyone yet?”
“Oh, not quite. You know, just testing the goods.” Lexi grins as Grace scowls.
Grace opens her mouth, no doubt to say something they’d both regret, when fate intervenes. The door hinges squeak again, and Lexi suddenly doesn’t have any breath to spare for bickering.
A shirtless Adonis in pale blue board shorts steps out onto the patio. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Blue-eyed. Just ripped enough to see the edge of those smooth muscles all over. Lexi has his number before he even opens his mouth.
“Mom?” He asks generally, taking a second to spot them through the throngs of family.
Grace glances back at her sister with a sickening little smirk, before announcing “Of course, Clifton, come say hi to aunt Alexis!” and as he approaches, quieter, “She’s here alone, but we won’t hold it against her, will we!”
Holy shit, Lexi thinks to herself, resisting the urge to backhand her sister. This must be Grace’s eldest. She hadn’t seen him in years. Clifton, they named the poor kid –God, what a stupid name– but he’d been smart enough to latch onto the nickname Clif, and avoided the worst of the bullying.
Poor sheltered kid, she thinks. He’s got a body made for sex, and there’s no way he’s getting it with mommy dearest watching over him. Lexi can smell a virgin from a mile away, and this poor boy is probably still waiting on his first kiss.
For his part, Clif grimaces at the use of his full name, but meekly trots over. Until he gets a full view of aunt Alexis, and freezes like a deer in headlights. Holy fuck, he almost gasps. The last time he’d seen her, he was just a kid. She’d had the gall to take him out to a PG-13 movie, and his mom found out. That was the last time he’d spent with aunt Lexi. But had she always been this fucking hot? He’d been confused and angry at the men catcalling her as they’d walked to the theater when he was a kid, but it was making sense to him now.
Oblivious, Grace carries on, “Alexis, you know Clifton, of course, can you believe he’s in college now? Straight A’s in his first semester, and already on the varsity swim team! You know, I’m still not sure about that college, but…” she trails on, listing his various accomplishments, not-so-subtly peppering in her involvement in all of it. Completely missing the mutual eye-fucking that is keeping either of them from hearing a word she says.
“Yes, that’s wonderful,” Lexi cuts her sister off, reaching out, pulling Clif into a not-so-proper hug. “It’s so nice to see you again. We should catch up.”
It’s a tight hug. Tight enough for Clif to feel the hard nubs of Lexi’s nipples through her shirt, aided by an unnecessary little shimmy against his chest. Close enough to really smell her perfume -floral and sweet- and for her to feel the hint of a certain impressive something, as he tries to hug her while holding back his hips. Ignoring her sister completely, Lexi drops an arm across his lower back. Squeezing tight. Pressing his erection firmly into her taut tummy. Smiling to herself as he hisses a groan into her hair. Maybe today could be fun after all.
“It’s so wonderful to see you again Grace… have you seen Aunt Gertrude yet?” Lexi interrupts her sister as she releases Clif, “She wanted to talk to you, over there, I think.”
Clearly annoyed to have her monologue interrupted, Grace frowns before turning away. Clif turns to follow her, stopping short as Lexi catches his wrist.
“Come on, Cliffy…” she teases, “let’s catch up. You can show me those swimming moves!”
His breath catches as Lexi turns around. The view of her back is, if possible, even more impressive than the view of her front. Half of an intricate little heart tattoo peeks over the waistline of her swaying skirt, and her generous bubble butt goes bouncing side to side as she puts a little extra wiggle in her steps. By the time they approach the pool, Clif is pitching a tent you could see from space. No time to adjust, and not eager to explain himself when she turns around, he flings himself past her, straight into the cool water of the pool.
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“Sooo… Cliffy… your mom tells me you’re quite an athlete.” Lexi teases, laying back in a chaise lounge by the far corner of the pool, her nephew leaning up on the edge of the pool beneath her. Trying to stay as close as possible, to sneak an eyeful, while still hiding his crotch from her. She’d met enough horny boys to know the game. She didn’t mind it. Hell, she kind of liked it.
Legs crossed, she lets one high-wedge sandal dangle from a perfect foot. Pretending she isn’t teasing him with her shiny, pedicured toes, each nail painted neon blue.
For his part, Clif is a rapt audience. Staring at Lexi’s perfect foot, watching her smooth stomach, catching glimpses of her tight shirt as her legs sway back and forth. He’s never been so conflicted.
It’s your aunt, sicko, he berates himself. But nothing could move him from this spot right now. Not even her teasing over his name. He’s blackened more than one eye for it, but from her, it’s almost like music. He can tell she doesn’t mean it. At least not the same way.
“Oh… I do alright,” he says humbly, “I just got lucky with a good tryout.”
Not a self-aggrandizing piece of shit? thinks Lexi, some apples do fall far from the tree.
“Oh, I don’t know about that…” Lexi says, “Maybe you can show me how fast you can swim? If you’re quick enough, I’m sure I could think up some sort of prize.”
A challenge is all Clif needs to hear, and he’s breaking records to show off for his cool aunt. Lexi watches him kick off, thrashing the surface as he races laps back and forth. However happy Grace is to claim the credit, the boy is fast as hell. He’s undoubtedly earned the spot on his college team. And as Lexi idly watches his strong back flexing, long legs working, she starts to think about all sorts of ways to get back at her bitchy sister.
After a half-dozen laps, Clif re-surfaces with a gasp, back at Lexi’s little corner of the pool. He clings to the edge for a minute, catching his breath, before looking back up.
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