Rules for Being My Roommate Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – Rules for Being My Roommate Pt. 01 by AdoringYou,AdoringYou All characters in this story are legal adults, over the age of 18. There is no sexual activity involving any young peoples.

One thing about my family is that we love to get together. Holiday parties and Sunday dinners are occasions where everybody is welcome to join if they can make it. We make huge meals and drink wine late into the night. We’re all pretty tightly interconnected. Every time that I think of home, I imagine it filled with people.

One great thing about that is I get to see my nieces and nephews pretty often. I absolutely could not handle being a parent myself. NOOOOO Thank you. But, I do love the little brats and I get to watch them grow up.

Neil is my oldest nephew, my sister Sherri’s kid. He was… definitely not planned. Kinda rocked Sherri’s whole world. She wasn’t with his dad for very long, and they REALLY don’t get along. Neil was seven when she met Bill, then they got married and had two kids: Lana and Freddie. Those two have definitely had life better than Neil did growing up. They are special to Sherri because they are Bill’s. The four of them make up this picture-perfect family, whereas Neil is the misfit reminder of Sherri’s ex.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like they abuse the kid or neglect him. He’s not a total outcast, he just doesn’t quite fit with the rest of them.

My brother Bobby’s oldest kid, Maisie, is five years younger than Neil, which is a big gap when you’re young. He gets along with his cousins, but they don’t hang out together. Sometimes, the little ones scurry away to the playroom the second they see each other, and we barely hear from them all evening… Well, that’s half-true.

There’s almost invariably one point during the night when one of the littles comes running down the hall, screaming for Mom or Dad because cousin didn’t share a toy or wasn’t playing the boardgame by the right rules. This was typically met with a parent, already a glass into the night, telling the kids they needed to figure it out, get along and stop being dramatic.

Poor Neil was usually left sitting on the couch by himself while the little ones played. He’d bring a book to keep himself occupied while the grown-ups talked around him. This kid is always patient and respectful. I doubt he is even capable of being demanding. I make it a point to spend some time with just him at every dinner and every party. We don’t like go off to a separate room or whatever, but I always make sure that he is the only person who has my attention, even if it’s just for a few minutes.

I can see the way he lights up when I talk to him, further proof if I needed any of how starved for attention he really is, even if no one else notices. He tells me about his books or school or anything on his mind and I listen like no one else in the world exists.

I know he had a big crush on me. When he was little, he used to give me notes he’d written, “I love you Auntie Stella,” or “You’re so pretty and bootiful.” I’m almost positive he was too young to know he’d mispelled that one, but I did laugh about it later. I’ve kept every note he ever gave me. I’ll probably use them to embarrass him someday, maybe pulll them out when he starts bringing a girlfriend to family parties.

We had decided one year to go on a big cruise as a family. All of us, sailing away in the sparkling waters of the Caribbean. I had the idea pretty early on in the planning and I told Sherri that Neil could share my room. She offered some weak protest about me having to look after her kid and him being a burden.

“First off,” I told her, “he’s an adult. He hardly needs to be babysat. Plus, you’ve got the kids and you can spend more time with Bill. Let Neil stay with me. He’ll be out of your hair and one less thing for you to worry about.” I didn’t tell my sister how annoyed I was about her calling my nephew a burden. Neil’s a GREAT kid who wouldn’t even know how to cause trouble. I hate the way she talks about him.

Sherri agreed and I could tell she was relieved but kinda knew she wasn’t supposed to be. Whatever.

We made plans, got the time off work, talked about the trip at every family dinner and then, it was time. I told everyone I’d meet them at the cruise terminal. Bobby offered to let me ride with him and his kids. No Thank you. My big brother’s driving is not the way I want to begin my relaxing vacation.

Went through customs and onboarding, a bunch of miserable people who have to verify paperwork for tourists in Hawaiian shirts whose brains have already been set to vacation mode. I was in the waiting area when I saw Sherri and her crew.

“Auntie Stella!” yelled Sherri and Bill’s son Brayden. “It’s cruisin’ time!”

His sister Lana threw herself into me, “We’re so excited!” The kids were practically bouncing.

I hugged them both and looked up at Neil. (It’s still really weird that kid is taller than me, even if it’s been a few years now.) “How’s my roommate today?”

He wasn’t looking at me, but instead just watching the crowd of people around us. I immediately recognized what was going on, and I INTENDED to give him some space, but then my sister decided to snap her fingers in front of his face like he was a dog… No, I take that back. You shouldn’t snap at dogs like that either, “HELLO!? Your Aunt is talking to you!” She looked at me and dramatically rolled her eyes, “Neil’s being extra SPECIAL today.” It was one of her favorite ways to deride him and it bugged me every single time. It was her way of complaining about him without ACTUALLY calling him any names.

Neil wasn’t being rude or ignoring me. He was overwhelmed by the crowd. I’d seen his anxiety before, when we’d done trips to busy places like theme parks. He wasn’t comfortable when there were tons of people around him, especially when he felt like he was trapped and couldn’t avoid being in people’s way. His shoulders were folded in. He tried to make himself as small as possible and he would relax when he was in a more open space. Travel is stressful. Why couldn’t Sherri understand this and just give him a few minutes.

It was in that moment, watching my sister berate her son when he hadn’t done anything wrong, that I made my decision. I was going to give my nephew a trip he would NEVER forget. Neil blinked and frowned at her snap, then looked at me, “Hi Aunt Stella.” He smiled, having absolutely no idea how much his world was about to be rocked.

Ok, I should be honest. The thought of having sex with Neil on this cruise HAD occurred to me. For one thing, I’m the only sibling who’s still single. I doubt I’ll ever want to get married, certainly never met a guy and thought, “Yep. Him. I want to spend the whole rest of my life with THAT guy.” And IF I did have someone like that, I’d have to know them for a long time, be absolutely sure it was the real thing before I EVER brought a guy home to meet my family. Nope.

So, I knew that this week was going to be a dry one for me, sex wise. Not the part I was most looking forward to. But, sharing a room with a tall, good-looking young man… I could certainly do worse than Neil.

I’m not saying I suggested him staying with me just so I could seduce him, but I had been debating the possibility for a while at that point. My debate was over.

We were waiting in the staging area for my sister Susan to get there. She arrived, to no one’s surprise, frantically sharing a harrowing tale of all the ways the universe conspired to keep her from her vacation. More accurate, I knew, was she hadn’t finished packing in time. Regardless, our whole family was together. We shuffled up to the photographer and took our first group photo in front of the cheap backdrop with the cruse line logo printed on it. Then, we were up the gangway.

Neil and I were at the back of the group. I wrapped my arm around his and watched his face brighten out of the corner of my eye. Bobby was at the front of the group. When a woman with a microphone asked our name, he proudly declared, “Barton!” We stepped onto the ship surrounded by a group of officers in white applauding as the woman on the microphone announced, “Please welcome the Barton Family!” Obviously, that wasn’t the last name of everyone in our big group, but it was our family. We’ll always be the Barton Bunch.

Everyone scattered pretty much immediately. Sherri and Bill were starving so they’d be headed straight for the buffet on the Lido Deck. The littles were bound for the kid’s club. Susan was complaining that the bars wouldn’t be open until we were a ways from port, so she may as well walk around. (Dramatic Sigh.)

I asked Neil if he was hungry. He shrugged and answered, “Not really.” So, I suggested we go check out our stateroom. Number 6641, near the elevator. A screen by the door recognized our keycards when we approached so it chimed and displayed the message, “Welcome Home Stella and Neil.” Nice touch.

The door opened and we saw where we’d be sleeping the next week. I heard him let out a loud, “Whoa,” as he took in the sight.

“I’m going to change so I can get in the pool.” I announced. Our luggage would be delivered later in the afternoon, but I had my swimsuit in a shoulder bag. Of course, I don’t think he noticed I left the bag inside the closet when I stepped into the tiny bathroom. Geez. I’m not a big person and I had to squeeze just to fit through the door. Oh well, price you pay I guess.

I took off my clothes and laid them on the single square foot of tile that served as our counter and then I looked at myself, naked in the mirror. Mom used to say that freckles were angel kisses. Well, some angel must have REALLY loved me because he kissed my skin ALL over. I placed my hands on my hips and wiggled a bit, just enough to make my breasts shimmy. I wouldn’t say I have perky boobs anymore, but they don’t sag yet so I’ve got plenty to be grateful for. This is me!

I stepped into the stateroom and cleared my throat. Neil was looking out the round glass window at the dock below us. When he turned around, his jaw fell open and his eyes went wide. Speechless. Stella, you still got it!

“See anything you like?” I gestured with my hands out. He stared down at me. I could see his mouth moving like he was trying to form words but just couldn’t quite do it. I giggled, “You are absolutely adorable. Now, take off your clothes and lie down on the bed.”

He didn’t argue. Smart kid. He was understandably nervous. I could see it took more than one try for his fidgety fingers to unbutton his trousers. But after a moment, there he was, on his back, looking up at me. My eyes went straight to his erection, practically dancing he was throbbing so hard. It wasn’t the biggest I’d seen, but then I had no desire to ever see THAT dick again… or his giant penis.

Neil’s was perfect to me.

“You have a great cock,” I told him. Always love the way a guy reacts when you tell him that. I laid down on the bed so my face was close to his hips, “I wonder how he tastes.”

Neil moaned out loud when I took his purple head in my mouth. I was moving my tongue around his cockhead, really just getting going, but that was all it took. I was surprised by the mouthful he gave me, and the first squirt dribbled down his shaft. I was a bit more prepared for the rest though. When I could feel he was no longer pulsing, I swallowed and tilted my head to meet his eyes, “You really needed that.”

He was panting, still wide-eyed watching me lick up the liquid I’d missed. While my tongue made sure he was all clean, I thought about how sweet it tasted. I mean, it wasn’t like I was drinking ice cream, and I wasn’t about to put it in my coffee, but most guys have a bitter or sour taste when they cum and his wasn’t like that at all.

Ok, so TECHNICALLY, Neil isn’t the youngest guy I’ve ever been with, but I was that guy’s age at the time. I don’t really think that counts. Neil’s definitely my first guy I’ve had with an age gap. Even looking back at when I was young, I was never with a virgin. I’d have to remember just how MUCH of an effect I’d have on him.

I snuggled up beside him on the bed. He was trembling very slightly at the feel of my bare skin against his. I placed a hand on his chest, “The rule is… When you and I are not in this room, nothing is changed. You don’t kiss me or hold my hands. Try not to stare at me. I’m your aunt just the same as I’ve always been.” Sure, it probably would have been more effective to state the rule before the blowjob, but the ship had sailed.

He clenched his jaw a moment, “Is that the only rule?”

How could I not smile at that cute, earnest face? “That’s the only one.”

“Deal,” he said. Then, I felt his hand on my face and he was kissing me. Yeah, he was kinda trying to swallow my tongue, but again, this was all new to him. Can’t be mad at eagerness, and already I could tell he would learn and adapt. We were going to have plenty of time to practice on this cruise. I bent my knee on top of his legs and whether he was already hard again or still hard from the first go, I felt his cock throbbing against my thigh.

I got wet pretty quickly as we made out. Then, I pushed him back and got on top. I took his cock in my hand and rubbed it against my lips, both to lubricate and to make sure he was lined up right. If I only saw his face in that moment, I’d have worried he was having a heart attack.

I lowered myself onto him and placed my hands on his chest. After a few slow bounces, I could see he had no idea what to do with his hands, so I sat up, took his hands in mine and brought them to my breasts. His squeezing was a little rough at first, but like I said, still learning. I rode him a bit, moving my hips up and down, feeling his shaft against my lips… and then I heard him gasp.

For a single instant, I stopped moving, afraid I’d somehow hurt him, but I felt the burst of warmth inside of me and figured it out. I moved up and down slowly, letting out a moan as he gushed into me.

He reached up and wrapped both arms around my torso. He pulled me down in his fierce embrace and we lay like that a while, him holding me as his cock danced. I did eventually feel his cock, and his grip, go soft. I moved back to the spot on the bed beside him and placed my palm on his cheek, “How do you feel?”

“Incredible.”

I kissed him gently on the lips and whispered, “I’m glad.” Then, I got up. “You have your swim trunks, right?”

He did, so we both reached for our carry-on bags to get dressed. I could feel his eyes on me as I wiggled my breasts into my bikini top. I made sure to bend down all the way to the floor when I put on my bottoms, giving him a good view of my ass cheeks and my lips from behind. I grabbed my sheer suit cover and my big sun hat, then posed for him, “What do you think?”

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the whole world.”

I grinned, but reminded him, “only in this room, Ok?”

He nodded his agreement. We got our key cards and headed out to explore the ship.

The first stop was our emergency muster station. We had to assure a nice officer wearing a neon yellow life vest that we absolutely knew where to go in the unlikely event of an emergency. Mandatory safety readiness out of the way, we headed to the adult area on the top deck. It was vastly quieter than the splash pool, or the waterslide that already had a big line, even though the ship wasn’t finished boarding yet.

I sat on the bench seat with my feet in the water and Neil sat right beside me. He was quiet, with his hands clasped together. He stared down at the water in the pool. He clearly had a lot to process; I knew he wasn’t upset, even though his expression was so stoic. I gave him the space I knew he needed.

There was a lovely couple sitting on the other side of me. They were from Omaha. She was retired and he worked remotely so they could go anytime they wanted. This was their sixth cruise just this year and the second time they’d been on this particular ship, but they didn’t like it as much as the newer ship that was two decks taller and had a sauna onboard.

We stayed by the pool a few hours, me making conversation with the other adults while Neil kept quiet and pensive. Susan came by at one point. She didn’t want to get in the water yet, but stood by and gave a lengthy lamentation about the fact she couldn’t book a massage for the next day and would have to wait until the day after for her session at the spa.

We heard the ship’s horns. A pleasant voice came through all the loudspeakers, announcing that every guest was on board. There was a cheer, some generic party music played and the Florida port began to slowly drift along beside us.

It was time to get dressed for dinner. We’d agreed as a family to meet at least once a day all together for the early dining at 5:30pm. I would have MUCH preferred the later dining at 8:15, but I’m not a mom of little ones, so I got out-voted.

I was peeling off my sheer and my bikini top almost as soon as we got into the room again. Neil’s eyes were glued to my breasts when his shorts came down. His cock sprang up like a diving board. “You look like you’re ready to go again.”

He was sheepish despite his bold erection, “Can we?”

“Sure. Do you want to be on top this time?”

The grin on my nephew’s face… “Absolutely I do!”

“You got it.” I took off my bottoms and fetched a bottle of lubricant out of my bag. Yes, I’d definitely come prepared for this to happen. I laid down with my legs spread open and gestured for him to kneel between them on the bed. I got a big glob of the liquid on my fingertips, warned him it was cold then lathered up his throbbing cock. Then, I coated my lips with the gel. He watched me, transfixed. When I was done, I laid back, “Your cock’s not just gonna magically go where it’s supposed to. You’ll have to be sure you’re lined up, Ok?”

He nodded and squeezed his erection. He leaned closer and made his cock head bounce against the outside of my lips.

“Something you’ve seen in porn?”

He lowered his head in embarrassment.

I was quick to reassure him, “It’s totally fine to watch porn. Just don’t assume it’s real life.” He nodded, then pressed his cockhead against my lips. “A little lower,” I guided him. He adjusted and felt my lips swallow him briefly. The small gasp he let out at the sensation was incredibly satisfying. He slid gently forward.

I moaned out loud, feeling him suddenly inside me, deep within my body. Oh, did he feel good! Neil started to thrust. It was a little wild and very unsteady. After only a few strokes, I felt his cock slide right out and then jam against the outside of my lips. I winced, not quite in pain, but it didn’t feel great. I could see it didn’t feel good for him either. He froze, clearly frightened and asked if I was OK. Considerate Sweetheart. “I’m fine, honey, but you have to go slow. I promise it’ll feel better for you, too.”

I closed my eyes as his head rubbed my lips again. He found the entrance, pressed again and began to thrust his hips. He got excited again, and I felt him slide out, but he caught himself and didn’t jam it into me this time. He was learning. Instead, he carefully lined himself up, found the right angle and then he was moving in me. He felt really, really good when he found the good rhythm. But, before long, his whole body went rigid. I was confused for merely a second as I searched his wide eyes, but I quickly figured it out.

I touched his chest as he came in me. It was a very sweet and tender moment, “Feel better?”

He laughed and got off of me. It was a little awkward but he plopped down beside me on the bed. I wrapped one arm around his head and leaned down to kiss his forehead. I felt very… this isn’t AT ALL the right word but I don’t know of a better one. I felt very maternal toward him in that moment. This is all much easier the less I think about how we are related.

He looked up at me with the sweetest eyes and said, “You haven’t…” he trailed off.

“Had an orgasm? No. Not yet. Is that something you want to learn?”

“Very much so!”

“You got it Handsome!” I reached for the bottle of lubricant and motioned for his hand. I squeezed a bit of gel onto his fingers, then I laid back with my legs spread, “Go ahead and put that all over my lips. I gave him a bit of time to explore me with his fingers. His touch felt good and I was definitely turned on by him. He moved about my folds and found the opening his cock had so recently plunged inside, “Just one finger,” I told him when I felt him begin to press.

His middle finger slid into my sex and moved about. It was pleasant but unfocused. He played a while before I told him, “If you want me to come for you, you’re gonna have to give my clit some attention.”

His finger slid out of me and moved up to the front of my sex. I could feel the way he was searching. His touch moved past my clit, then over her but through my hood. When he finally found it, really found it, I made sure to reward him with a loud moan. He was paying attention and I could tangibly feel the pride and thrill at his discovery.

His finger glided over the the spot again and again. It was good, and my pleasure was certainly rising, but it was also getting to be too much, “Honey, you need to slow down a bit. It doesn’t have the same effect if you never leave that one spot.” He accommodated by sliding his fingertip down the length of my lips then slowly back up to my clit, this time a gentle caress, then back down. I moaned out loud again, not exaggerating this time. “You make me feel sooo so good,” I told him truthfully. He was hyper-focused on keeping that glorious slow rhythm. My fingers found their way to his long, shaggy hair. I held him and leaned into my pillow. My breathing was getting shallow now, “Suck… on… my breast.”

He complied. His tongue felt heavenly. My body grew tense. I was getting close. “Oh Neil,” I breathed, then the orgasm hit. I didn’t try to keep quiet. He’d earned the sounds I was making. I clung to him while the pleasure rocked my body, “Ok… Ok Stop stop stop.” I tapped his shoulder. Mercifully, he pulled his hand away and showed me the biggest self-satisfied grin I’d ever seen on his adorable face, “Nicely done!”

I had every confidence that stroking my nephew’s ego would pay dividends in terms of my pleasure. We lay there a while, naked in the cruise room bed, glowing after being thoroughly satisfied. We kissed on the lips then I announced it was time to go to early dinner. I suggested he jump in the shower before he got dressed. Don’t need his mom smelling her favorite little sister on her son’s hand. I was probably being paranoid but showing up to dinner freshly showered wasn’t a bad thing either way. We arrived at the restaurant at 5:42. A server guided us to Table 42, which was designated for our whole family. Sherri made a show of looking at her watch then raising an eyebrow at me. I just shrugged, “We still beat Susan here.”

Dinner, if nothing else on the ship, was entirely familiar to us. The only difference was the variety of food and the servers trying just a bit too hard to be a memorable part of our vacation. To be clear, the service was incredible, there were just times it felt like… a lot. I know there are absolutely guests, probably even the majority of the guests, who really love all the attention they receive while dining on board.

After dinner was the stage show in the big theatre. It kicked off with one of my big pet peeves: “This is the Greatest Show” from The Greatest Showman. Here’s the thing. That movie was… odd. I still think it’s a weird choice to make P. T. Barnum a hero and I hate them turning Jenny Lind into a homewrecker for literally no reason, but that soundtrack is awesome and that opening number is totally killer. I feel like whoever came up with that should automatically WIN at show-song writing. They did it. It’s theirs. They found the absolute perfect way to open up a show. It cannot be improved on. That song is SO good that it infuriates me any time I hear it in some other show. Oh, you’re an amateur street juggler with a boombox? Sorry, you do not get to start your act with “This is the Greatest Show.” Shouldn’t be allowed. It belongs to that one lucky joe who made the Wolverine Circus movie, not to anyone else.

Yes, I am quite passionate about this, even though I know other people don’t care about this as much as I do. Regardless, that’s how the cruise ship variety show began and it wasn’t great.

After the show, Neil and I were walking and we heard a guitar player in one of the lounges. Neil looked absolutely enthralled by the sight.

“Do you want to watch her?”

He looked at me as if the possibility hadn’t even occurred to him, “Can we?”

“I’m gonna walk around a little more, but you can. I’ll see you back at the room.”

I was glad there was something that caught his attention. They guy needed practice doing things just because he wanted to do them. Cruise ships are a good place for that. I went up to the top deck to see the stars but it was pretty windy and colder than I expected it to be. I didn’t stay out very long, just got a cup of hot tea then went back downstairs to the room. The bed was remade and there was a towel folded into the shape of a fish. Very cute.

Neil came in about an hour later. He’d listened to the guitar player’s entire set, then waited for the next one. When he started hearing some repeat songs, he went up to the top deck for the pizza buffet. I told him I’d already claimed the drawers on the right but all of the ones on the left were his. He stared at me, totally confused. “When your family stays in a hotel, where do you put your clothes?”

“I keep them in my suitcase. I take it in the bathroom when I take a shower, but I have to be quick so everyone else can use it.”

That tracked.

“Sweetheart, in this room, I want you to feel comfortable. It’s your home as long as you’re here. Why don’t you put your things in those drawers like you do at home?” He nodded slowly, processing again and I gave him time. I tried to fiddle with something in my bag, but really I was just trying to look busy so he wouldn’t feel self-conscious. It was fascinating watching him slowly claim those drawers as his. It was a new experience for him, and I could see it was a significant one. He’d had a lot of those today.

He paused, holding up a pair of pyjama pants in his hands. He turned to look at me, “Should I wear pyjamas?”

I laughed at that and stood up, “What do you think?” I was wearing a white bathrobe which I opened to show him my nude body. His stare was… flattering and sweet. He nodded after a moment and put the sleepwear back in his bag before zipping it up and sliding it underneath the bed. He took off his clothes. I wasn’t really surprised to see that wonderful erection spring out again. “Happy to see me?”

“I really am.” He looked at me with those… eyes. Wow, kid. I patted the bed for him to come join me. I had some ambient jazz music on the television for us to sleep to. When he laid down, I reached over and gave his cock a gentle squeeze before I slowly pumped him with my hand. He kept his eyes on me the entire time I stroked him. There was an intimacy to this, something almost romantic. Eventually, the stroking did pay off. It wasn’t the gushing fountain of an orgasm he’d had before. I had quite literally taken a lot out of him already. I squeezed him so the semen leaked out. I gave him one long, slow tug, milking it from his cock. I already had a hand towel beside the bed. I used it to wipe him off, “Four in one day, huh?”

He looked suddenly sheepish, “Is that bad?”

“No Sweetie. It’s just a reminder of how young you are. I hope you can have days like today for a really long time.” He relaxed into the pillows with those big puppy dog eyes looking at me. It felt good, the way he looked at me. I liked being close to him in that bed. My tummy could feel the motion of the ship, tilting gradually this way and that. Literally rocking us to sleep. It was a good way to drift off.

I awoke, perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised, to the feel of that hungry cock poking me. He was grabbing my hips and pressing his morning wood against my ass. I groaned, “Young Man, I am on vacation and I am sleeping.”

“Oh! I’m sorry.” He instantly laid on his back.

I didn’t turn or even open my eyes. “How about you use your hand to take care of that?”

“Ummm…” I could hear him thinking that over. Another foreign concept I’d introduced to him, and it would need a little more reassuring, “It’s OK to masturbate with me, Sweetie.” I felt the shaking of the bed as he furiously pumped himself. It occurred to me how I could give him a little more encouragement without significant effort. “Put your other hand between my ass cheeks. Not inside me, just between my cheeks.” When I felt his fingers, I squeezed them as hard as I could. I felt the bed shake a bit more until he came. I could even feel a warm drop or two on my ass. Pretty sure he did that on purpose. He took some deep breaths and removed his hand, “Good morning, Sweetie. I’m going to sleep some more.”

He got out of the bed and said, “Sleep well, Aunt Stella.” He got dressed and did a pretty good job not making noise, then he was out on the ship.

I didn’t check the time when he left, so I’m not sure how much longer I slept but when I got up, it was a little after ten. It was a Day at Sea and there wasn’t too much on the daily itinerary I cared about. I got dressed and headed up to the buffet on the top deck. I’d probably be just in time to catch breakfast-type foods before the menu changed. Cruise ships follow the same rules as the majority of restaurants that I’ve never quite understood: A person may have as many eggs as they want until 10:30 in the morning and then, NO EGGS. You must wait until tomorrow to eat eggs. This is the law!

Father Guido Sarducci, the Saturday Night Live character, has a great stand-up routine on this subject. “I had a dream where I went to heaven. I was at a restaurant and I was a being served by a waiter wearing a tuxedo and riding on a zebra so I could hardly tell a where the waiter ended and the zebra began. But I ordered some eggs and the waiter said ‘On Earth as it is in a heaven… No Breakfast after Eleven.'”

All right, I know you can’t hear me right now, but trust me, my Father Guido impression is ON POINT! I found Bobby at the table with his wife Pam and his daughter Maisie. Neil was sitting with them. He didn’t have a plate in front of him, but his book was on the table. It was closed and he was very lightly tapping his fingers on the cover. I could pretty well guess what happened. He’d eaten then been sitting there reading by himself when Bobby noticed him and sat down. Neil didn’t want to be rude, but he also clearly preferred the book to their company. Bobby saw me and waved. I nodded to him, got some food and then came to join their table, while smiling to acknowledge all the head bows and the “Good morning, Maam,”s “Nice to see you, Maam,”s from all the eager faced servers hovering around, ready to whisk away any dirty plates.

When I sat, Neil looked at me with an earnest expression, clearly poised to say something but he immediately glanced at the others and lowered his gaze. Good job, Kid, I thought, mentally applauding his restraint.

We discussed plans for the day. Bobby was determined to win at trivia challenges. Pam wanted to do some shopping, “They have such bargains in those little shops.” She made an attempt to include her quiet, oldest nephew, “Neil, I saw they have a mixer in the lounge for young adults.”

He shrugged, “Not really my scene.”

Bobby chimed in, “Middle of the ocean and all he wants to do is sit and read, same thing he does at home.” I hate the way my family can do that to him. They say something that isn’t actually an insult if you only look at the words but you can just tell they’re implying some type of put-down.

“I love that Neil enjoys reading so much. He’s a very intelligent young man.”

The smile he had at that praise. His whole face lit up. It was a… heart-warming sort of smile.

My brother, of course, just shrugged and declared he had some trivia to go win. I asked if Neil wanted to go swimming with me after I finished eating. We went down to our stateroom and he waited until the second the door clicked closed before he burst out, “I’m sorry about this morning, Aunt Stella. That was totally selfish of me to wake you up.” I could see how worried he was that I was angry with him. He’d been in his own head for hours. Poor guy.

I wasn’t mad at all. Instead, I laughed. I wasn’t making fun of him. I actually thought it was so sweet and cute that he worried so much about upsetting me. I sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to hold his hand. “I know you’ve got some really intense feelings going through your body. And you’re experiencing something that’s totally new to you. It can be overwhelming sometimes.”

He nodded, but his head was down. He was trying to make himself smaller, because that’s how he felt inside at the moment. I reached up and placed a palm against his cheek. He met my eyes, though his were like a scared bunny’s. “It’s OK, Honey. I’m not upset.” He nodded again. This time, I could see he believed me. “Hey. You know what? I’m awake now. You want to have some fun?”

“Can we… Can I…”

“Tell me what you want, Sweetie.”

“Can I taste you?” I don’t know why I wasn’t prepared for that question. Hearing it was kind of… exciting, made my tummy flip a little. “Sure you can.”

I stood up and took off my clothes. I do so love getting that reaction when he sees me naked. He managed not to grab himself through his shorts, but I could see that took some effort. I laid down on our bed and spread my legs as wide apart as I could for him. I grinned and ran my palms across my thighs, an open invitation. He knelt down and brought his face to me, his mouth opened wide.

“Ooooh,” his kiss felt so warm. He practically enveloped me with that open mouth, then his tongue moved up and down the length of my lips. He had me moaning pretty quickly this time. If I hadn’t already seen how clumsy the other things had been and this was my first experience with him, I would NEVER have believed I was the first woman he’s been with. Somehow, with that mouth, he knew exactly what he was doing.

He was licking me and keeping up the perfect rhythm. He knew how to put just the right pressure on my clit. It was blissful. Without even thinking, I knit my fingers through his hair and pulled his head in tighter as I thrust up to meet him. My eyes were closed, my head was back against the pillow. I have no IDEA how loud I was being. It was great. My orgasm came in small waves crashing into my body body, warm pleasure all over me again and again, a little bit more blissful each time, I don’t know how long it was before I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled his head away from me, panting by this point. “Need… Your cock… in me… NOW!”

He scrambled to get up and throw his clothes to the floor. I could feel the throbbing in my sex, the absolute torturous seconds I waited for him. He got on the bed, cock hard and ready for me. This time, I was forceful. I grabbed his rod and shoved it inside, pulling his hips along with it. He wasn’t going to get me any more wet. He thrust into me as I clung to his naked torso.

I want to say he and I came together, but technically my orgasm had already been going for a while when he finally gushed inside me. I felt his body go stiff and I held him as tightly as I could, my head resting on his shoulder as I slowly came down from that high.

He was slow and gentle when he finally pulled himself away so he could lay down in the bed beside me. I took hold of his hand, “You are… REALLY good with your mouth.”

He was grinning like an adorable idiot, “Thanks Aunt Stella.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I like the way you feel when you’re coming.”

“Yeah?”

He gestured with his free hand, “You… squeeze me more, like pulses going through you. It feels awesome.”

“Good to know.” I liked listening to him express himself. We laid there in bed until we’d both caught our breaths, then I stood up. My legs were a little bit wobbly because of how hard he’d made my muscles squeeze him. “OK. I AM actually planning on hitting the adult pool. You’re welcome to join me.”

He got up as well, “Sounds great.”

As we both started to get dressed, I had a thought worth mentioning, “You know about things like protection, right? I mean, you don’t have to worry about that with ME… but when you’re… with other girls… I mean you know…”

“I know how things work and yes I know how important condoms are. I figured you knew what you were doing and I didn’t have to bring it up.”

Huh. So there was definitely thoughts in his head that I hadn’t been aware of. Very, very good to know. I got suddenly curious, “Did your mom…”

He laughed, “She gave me a book when I was twelve. ‘Big Changes Coming Your Way.’ She couldn’t even hand it to me. She just came into my room one day and tossed it on the bed without looking at me. Super awkward.”

“Yeah. I could NOT picture my sister having THE TALK.”

“She asked me about a week later if I’d read it and if I had any questions. NOPE. I got it, Mom. Thanks. Never bring this up again. Actually, I figured out a lot more from reading the internet later.”

“That makes sense,” we were dressed and I asked if he was all ready.

“One thing. While we’re still in our room, I just wanted to tell you that… you look unbelievably sexy in that swimsuit and…” He stepped closer to me, “And you are the most incredible thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Did my nephew just make my knees go weak and my heart flutter? Damn, this kid is good. I leaned in to kiss him. Sure enough, I could taste myself on his lips and on his tongue. It was a sweet taste indeed. We parted and stared into each other’s eyes, then we opened the stateroom door and the romance evaporated into the air.

He got in the water quickly this time. He leaned against the side of the pool and spread his arms out. Yeah, I had told him not to stare at me, but as we sat there in the cool water, I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was relaxed and comfortable. It was almost like his chest looked stronger. Neil was seriously looking good.

Day Three was our first stop and I actually set my alarm to be up early so I could go into the port. A trick I learned a while back: When you HAVE to be up on time, set your alarm across the room. That way, when it goes off, you have to physically get out of bed to turn it off and you don’t risk hitting the snooze bar too many times on accident. I jumped up, turned off the devil noise and gave a huge morning stretch. By the way, stretching always feel better when you make the noises. Guaranteed always.

Since my arms were already above my head, I turned around to pose for the naked young man in my bed. I always love what this does for my breasts. By the expression on his face, he agreed. “Morning Handsome.”

“Good morning, Gorgeous.” He was happy but there was also something nervous in his expression. It took me all of two seconds to figure it out, I grabbed the edge of the blanket and yanked it off of him. Predictably, his morning erection was proudly reaching up toward the ceiling. The sight sent a small thrill through me. I’d say this was worth climbing back in bed for, even if I did want to get moving. I crawled up to him and told him, “I want you to stroke him for me. You’re gonna have to come quickly.” He was willing and eager to comply. I leaned in to offer some encouragement, moaning in his ear then licking his bare skin. “Mmmm. I love the way you stroke that beautiful cock.”

Hands down. Every single man ever born loves it when you compliment his penis. One hundred percent effective, every single time. I’m not saying lie to him. You don’t have to say it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen, but he does want to know you enjoy the thing. I promise this will pay dividends when it comes to him taking care of you.