Shit! Jeremy will be here in about five minutes.
Thankfully, he’s a few minutes late and I’m cleaned up and dressed when he knocks on the door. Glancing at his non-bulging crotch, I wonder how well it went for him. Stop it! He’s your fucking nephew! Now start acting like a decent aunt and help with his problem. First step is to find out what it is.
“You want a coke or something?” I ask as he follows me into the apartment. I intentionally put on a baggy sweatshirt over loose fitting jeans so I won’t cause any serious reaction from my nephew.
“Sure, that’d be great, Aunt Sara,” he says, taking a seat on the couch. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he adds without a hint of stutter.
“So tell me about this problem,” I say, handing him his coke and sitting next to him on the couch.
“Well,” he says. “There’s not much to tell.” He’s looking at the floor and almost mumbling. “I’m just a big zero with girls,” he says. “When I meet someone I’m attracted to, my libido overreacts and all I can do is stand there stuttering, with an obvious bulge in my pants.” He shrugs.
“What do you do?” I ask, seriously curious about his answer.
“Well…” he looks at me sheepishly. “I go to the boys bathroom a lot.” He looks at me to see if I get his meaning. I do.
“How much is a lot?” I ask, not sure why it matters but I really want to know.
“Five or six times a day,” he says, not looking at me. Damn! This kid jacks off five or six times a day. What a waste of good cock. Down girl… stay focused.
“Does that help?” I ask. “I mean, can you then go back and talk to the girl?”
“No!” he says, pounding his fist on his thigh. “Then I just, you know, get hard again and the stuttering starts all over.” He buries his face in his hands. “I’m hopeless!” Hopeless my ass! Not if he recovers that quickly!
“You are not hopeless!” I reassure him. “In fact, once we solve this stuttering thing, you’re going to make some girl very happy, getting it up five or six times a day!” I smile. “Is there someone at school that you’re attracted to?” I ask while digesting what he’s just told me.
“Yeah,” he laughs. “There’s a girl in my calculus class but every time I try to talk to her…” His voice trails off.
“I get the picture,” I answer, glancing at his crotch as I feel the moisture building in my pussy. “That must be frustrating.” I’m starting to formulate a solution but I want to keep him talking.
“What’s really frustrating is that I think she likes me, too!” he exclaims. “Aunt Sara, you know that I tested like in the 120th percentile for my age, I can do calculus problems in my head but I can’t talk to a fucking girl without stuttering!” He stands up and paces around the room. “I don’t see how you can help me. I’ve read everything I could find on the subject but nothing seems to work.” He plops back down on the couch. “I’ve never even kissed a girl,” he says under his breath.
“Hey!” I punch his arm. “Cheer up! Aunt Sara’s on the case. You’re going to be dazzling this girl in no time. What’s her name?”
“Megan,” he says, looking at me. “Are you sure? Do you think you can actually help me?” The way he’s looking at me with those big brown eyes, he looks just like his father. My heart starts fluttering and I take a deep breath.