Staying with Aunt Jannie Ch. 01

CH 01: MEETING NICKY

It happened last year, on a hot summer. Kids were starting their break from school, and everybody was busy planning how to spend the holidays away from the monotony of their lives. This is the time of the year when I get more lonely than ever. My husband works more on summer time than any other. Attending his businesses and clients, he rarely is home and when he is, he sleeps, or complains that I demand too much sex or whatever when he is so tired. I knew that marrying him was going to be a bad decision; he had always been a busy man, and I constantly suffer from lack of his attention in bed and pretty much every sign of affection, but i loved him so much in the beginning that I wanted to give him a chance. Now all I had left was his money and luxury, and a boring and lonely summer time before me, until I received a call from my older sister that started everything.

She said that she and her husband were planning a cruise to Europe that was to last about two weeks. After telling the news and explaining how excited she was and how much she had been waiting for an opportunity like this, she when on to ask me if I could let their son, Nicky, stay at my place for the time they were out. Apparently he decided not to go, he didn't enjoy the sight of his parents all kissing and hugging, and all romantic for two entire weeks. I guess he didn't have the stomach for it. She also said Nicky missed his aunt and wanted to visit. That's funny, because I don't recall being that close to him.

I remembered Nicky. I had seen him as a child once or twice, handsome little guy and very charismatic. However, I didn't like kids that much, never did, and always kept my distance since I wasn't interested.

Today he was a grown up, 18, almost 19 years old, and according to all the stories my sister tells me when we talk through the phone he had a boring, average life as a teenager, a momma's boy. He was a bookworm, never goes out, and apparently can't even stay alone at home for two weeks without someone taking care of him. For what it looked like, I was to baby sit a grown-ass man for two weeks. Great. But being my older sister whom I love so much, I said yes, of course. Me, a 29 year old woman, young, beautiful, with a voluptuous body and a burning passion inside of me for something exciting, were to spend most of the summer babysitting when I could very well go to Europe like my lucky sister.

So the date planned for the visit arrived. My husband was home that day, and was spending the first of his three-day holiday before he went away for work. The days before Nicky's arrival I found myself anxious. I was a little nervous and stood often before the mirror and observed my body. I didn't know why at first, but I soon understood than even if it was this boring nephew, it was someone to spend time with after all, and I wouldn't be all alone these few upcoming days. Sometimes I checked my naked body too. Everything looked good. My strong body was well shaped: my bosom looked very attractive and seducing, big tits that made men everywhere dream of squeezing and sucking; curves that sharply turned in and out into my fruit-shaped ass, with buttocks that begged to be slapped, and flexible, toned legs that shone with lust.

I felt something was burning inside of me. It wasn't because of the boy coming to visit, but the change of scenery he represented. This new event in my life unlocked this feeling of fire inside, whether it were justified or not. I guess it was all the concealed want for adventure that saw the opportunity for something. Nevertheless, the day came and the knock in the door announced his presence. Here he was, Nicky, my nephew, and oh how did I enjoy his sight. He could be boring, uninteresting and whatever I was told he was, but one of his characteristics made the rest fall silent in me, and it was his face. How handsome he was! It took me by surprise. He was almost nineteen, but I could not help but think of him as a boy, not a man. His features were angelic, manly but soft, sharp. and bright. And his physique, even though he wasn't tall, was well shaped, not strong, but not weak either.

"Hello, aunt Jannie?" he said.

"That's me sweetie, how are you? Come in!"

"Hey there big boy!" interrupted my husband, overly cheerful, "How much have you grown! look at him Jannie! Isn't he a handsome chap!"

"Yes he is" I said.

Of course, I didn't feel any of the sensations I was to feel in the days to come, but I was satisfied with his looks only. I liked him as a person already without knowing him, that is what an attractive person will do to you. I wondered if he thought the same about me, for I was wearing a nice tight dress that I had picked for the occasion the night before, not really knowing why I had chosen such a seducing attire. Also I was very pretty myself.

We gave Nicky a warm welcome and showed him his room on the large house we lived on. We did our best to make him feel at home. After a while, we went down to have dinner.

"You better take care of Jannie while I'm gone the next few days Nicky," said my husband a little serious, "I was glad when I heard you were coming to stay for a few days, for you see, I for one believe you can take better care of your aunt that she can of yourself!" he expressed with a little chuckle, "You are a grown man now! you don't need her to baby sit! Ha ha. On the other hand, she is always alone in this time of the year and needs some company, and what better company than family right?"

Nicky let out a nervous agreeing laugh. He seemed shy and awkward. His face showed a look of insecurity to be under any kind of responsibility that involved looking after me. "You are right. Looks like I came at the perfect time, I didn't know you were going away uncle," said Nicky after swallowing.

"It's only a few days, but when I get back I still have to come and go constantly and spent time out of the house, business, you know." Said the man of the house.

During the entire meal, Nicky avoided my eyes and talking to me too much. He seemed nervous, scared that he was going to be here only with me. I felt it. I think he wasn't sure if he liked the idea of having no uncle that was going to be there to watch over us. This kind of nervousness in him could only mean that he did find me alluring, and that he was scared of me the way a teenager is scared of talking to his crush. He needed someone to talk since he was probably not able to look me at my face without getting a boner or something, and without his uncle, he would be alone here with me! I found it funny, and for some reason very satisfying. To know that someone around me felt that I was attractive, since my husband didn't express that to me anymore. He needed someone to talk since he was probably not able to look me at my face without getting a boner or something. I knew he was my nephew and it was a kid's thing, but it felt good. My husband didn't notice Nicky was nervous, but it was evident if you looked at him the way I was doing it, for his face was something I had been in love with all day.

"I bet he will be nice company honey," I said.

He looked at me, our eyes connected for a second, and then he looked away nervously. I chuckled softly, nobody noticed.