“So, have you talked to Megan yet?” I ask him when he’s finished explaining his homework to me, something about implicit differentiation.
“Just a little,” he answers, smiling. “I asked her a couple of questions about homework and she was anxious to answer them for me. She’s really smart!” he says and I can see he is completely enamored by her.
“How about the stuttering?” I ask, trying not to embarrass him by asking about his erection.
“Just a little but she didn’t even seem to notice,” he’s smiling as he packs up his books. “See you tomorrow, Aunt Sara,” he kisses my cheek and leaves me standing in my kitchen in my skimpy bikini. I’m proud of the progress he’s made but conflicted about the lack of interest he’s showing in my body. Don’t be stupid! This is what is supposed to happen!
*****
“So he’s been starring at your tits all week!” Jenny says a little too loudly. It’s Friday afternoon and we’re having lunch at an outdoor cafe near her office. I’ve just told her about the progress I’m making with Jeremy.
“Shhh! Lower your voice,” I laugh. “Yes, it’s been kind of weird but it seems to be working.”
“Oh Sara!” she says devilishly. “You poor thing. Prancing around half-naked for a young man who has perpetual erections from starring at your tits?” she smiles as she takes a bite of her salad. “It’s arousing, isn’t it?” she asks, raising her eyebrows at me. “If he’s as big as his dad it must be very arousing!” she laughs. Jenny has always been blunt when talking about sex and makes frequent reference to John’s size. She doesn’t realize that I have first hand knowledge.
“He’s my nephew!” I assert but her description is pretty accurate and I’ve been fingering my pussy everyday after he leaves.
“Nephew or not, he’s a man with a hard-on caused by looking at your body,” she says. “How can you not be aroused?” she smiles but touches my hand in a serious way. “I’m sorry you don’t have someone like John who knows how to keep a woman’s juices flowing. He has no doubt about what to do with that mass of manhood between his legs,” she says, planting the visual image of John as he fucked me on the couch ten years ago. My pussy reacts like it does every time I think of my brother-in-law.
“So, is he cured?” she asks, taking a bite of her salad. It takes me a second to realize we’re talking about Jeremy again.
“I’m not sure,” I tell her honestly. “I’m going to discuss it with him today when he comes over.”
“Whatever you can do for him, Sara, I will be eternally grateful,” she says, looking directly into my eyes so I don’t miss her meaning. I swallow hard, not sure what I’m supposed to say.
“He must be like a blank slate muses as much to herself as to me. “For God’s sake, Sara, he’s like every woman’s fantasy, isn’t he?” she asks, suddenly realizing the possibilities. “Think of the things you could teach him!”
“I’m only helping him overcome his stuttering, Jenny,” I answer, not sure if I’m trying to convince her or myself.
“Well, keep me posted on how that progresses,” she smiles as if she’s reading my mind. I can’t believe my sister is suggesting what I think she’s suggesting but apparently I have her approval to take this to another level with her son.