Laurie and her Nephew – Sex Stories

  Laurie and her Nephew

Prelude   You may have read about my beautiful wife, Laurie, and my brother, David. Several months ago, he walked in on her one night in a hotel room in Chicago where she was playing hostess for a former lover’s card game. Laurie and another girl, dressed alike in sheer mesh teddies, served drinks, and then themselves, to the guests waiting to get into the game. When David found her, completely by accident, she was in one of the bedrooms, naked and glistening with sweat, sliding up and down the huge, hard cock of the very large black man beneath her. Since then, David has become a very large part of Laurie’s sexual escapades. He likes to dominate her – it makes her way wet. She likes to dominate me – it makes me way hard. Together, they have found that a little humiliation (of me) makes everyone cum even harder. A few weeks ago, on a Saturday night, David came over to our house about 8:30pm . He told Laurie to take a quick shower and put on her gray slip dress and some thigh highs and heels. He wanted to go to Pop’s for a drink. ( Pop’s is a jazz bar near our house.) I wasn’t invited.              I saw the lights of his car about an hour later. I was in the den, waiting for them to come in. I heard the front door, but I didn’t see them. After a minute, I went into the living room, where I saw my wife on her knees, slurping on my brother’s hard cock like there was no tomorrow. He saw me watching, took a hold of her head and fucked her mouth until he came.  A minute later, saying a quick goodbye, he was out the door and Laurie was dragging me upstairs. She flopped on her back and spread her legs. My very turned-on wife told me to eat her dripping pussy; with my tongue in her cunt she would tell me what happened.  She pulled her dress up and I dove in. She said he had her sitting at the bar, on a fairly high bar stool. Her hem of her dress was up around the lacy part of her hose and the top was gaping open; her tits were visible to anyone interested. They ordered drinks. She said she knows he likes it when she exposes herself, so she turned in such a way that the bartender had a clear view down her dress.  She stayed like this, letting the bartender watch her nipples growing hard and stiff . They were all chatting for a few minutes, when she heard an all-too-familiar voice behind her. It was David’s son, Brian. He is a 21 year-old senior at Ohio State University . He is about 6’2″, 190 lbs of broad shoulders thinning to a narrow waist and long, powerful legs, with red hair and bright blue eyes. My nephew is truly a great looking young man. He walked up and said hello to his dad. When he turned his head, he noticed his Aunt Laurie with a bit of surprise. She told me he leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek – as he normally does. When he got close, she turned to him and saw his bright blue eyes drop straight down into the top of her dress. Knowing her gorgeous, young nephew could see EVERYTHING, her nipples expanded before his eyes.   A moment later, he backed away and got a drink; but he stood between them as he took care of some business with his dad. He kept staring at her breasts, then his eyes would drop down to her legs. She said she wasn’t sure how it happened, but after a few minutes, it seemed the hem of her little silk slip had now cleared the tops of her stockings; her pale, white flesh was glowing under the neon lights of the bar.  Brian stayed with them for about 30 minutes. And then, finishing his drink, he said he had to go. He shook his dad’s hand and moved back to Laurie to give her a little kiss goodbye. This time, though, he got her on the lips and lingered for a ‘longer than appropriate’ amount of time. Laurie told me that all three of them were aware that her dress had gaped completely open, her full breasts and hardened nipples exposed to his gaze. He broke the kiss – not her –   and told her to say ‘hi’ to his Uncle Steve. Then he left the bar.   David and Laurie finished their drinks a few minutes later. In his car, on the way home, David told her to start thinking about a very special graduation gift for Brian. Laurie told me she almost came when he said that. David was so excited about the whole thing that he barely lasted a minute with his cock buried deep in her throat when they got back.  I looked up from my position between her thighs. I asked her if she was seriously considering fucking her nephew. Laurie’s eyes were like slits, glazed over with the telltale sign of her lust. She grabbed the back of my head and shoved me back down to her spasming cunt. As I licked and sucked, she came violently, screaming “Yes…yes…if David tells me to…I’d do it, baby…I   would fuck Brian for him, anywhere…anytime.”  I came along with her.  ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………   It was last Sunday – the day of the Big 10 Basketball Tournament Finals that were held in Chicago . I   don’t know if I’d ever mentioned it, but my brother graduated from the University of Illinois a while back. He was quite jazzed about getting some tickets for the game – the team was ranked Number One in the national polls and likely to get to the Final Four.   It wasn’t actually a great game, but the Fighting Illini won and we were all feeling pretty good about that.   Our son was out for the day/night with friends…one kid’s folks were both Illinois grads and they had a big overnight celebration at their house for the kids (no high school classes on Monday – some institute day…)   Laurie and I watched the game at home, excited and happy with the outcome. It didn’t surprise me that David was calling right after the game ended…we often speak before, during, and after sporting events. What I didn’t know was that his son Brian had come up from Ohio State to see the weekend tournament. David told me Brian was with him as he asked about our ‘situation’.   I told him again about my reservations – really, I was only concerned with Brian’s ability to keep quiet about everything. And again, he stressed that he had had a couple of chats with his son about the situation – the bottom line being that 1) if anybody ever found out, it would never happen again, and 2) if Matt or Lisa ever found out…well, he told him, best not find out what would happen – it wouldn’t be good for anyone. He told me Brian swore he understood and ‘wasn’t that stupid anymore’…David said they would be at our house about an hour later.   With my little soldier standing at full attention, I caught up with Laurie in the kitchen before she could start cooking our dinner. She was standing in front of the sink. I walked up behind her, slid my arms around her and cupped her breasts in my hands. She giggled a little and backed her butt into my crotch –   Laurie said I shouldn’t bother her while she was cooking. I said she probably wanted to wait a while as it looked like we would be having company. She backed into me again, this time rubbing her rounded ass over my hard-on.. She said she thought she heard me talking to David. With a sexy little giggle, she said he’d left her alone for too long – she was glad he was coming over.   I pinched her pointed tips as I asked her if she was excited to be cooking for him. She laughed and said I could make myself useful and cook for the two of them. She turned around and kissed me hard. She said she thought they might both work up a pretty good appetite. I pulled her close, my leg was between hers, my thigh rubbing back and forth over her moistening pussy.   I kissed her neck softly, then grabbed her ass with one hand and her flushed, full breast with the other. I whispered into her ear that he was bringing Brian with him…it seemed like there might be an early graduation present around here somewhere.     Laurie seemed to freeze for a moment – then started shaking really hard, her thighs squeezing me between them. She grabbed me and kissed me again. Then she grabbed a glass of wine and said she had to go have a bath and get ready.   During the next hour, I kept myself busy by rolling up a bunch of joints. It had been a ‘family tradition’ during Sunday get-togethers at our house for David and I to escape periodically to my bedroom to get high. Brian had started to join us in our little revelry several years ago after his nineteenth birthday, so this would be no surprise.   As I was finishing my task, Laurie finished her bath and came into our bedroom to dress. My heart caught in my throat as she moved across the room, naked, flushed and still moist from the steamy tub. After all these years, her sexy good looks still take my breath away. Highlights in her short, dark red hair shone in the soft lighting of our room. Her breasts were firm and full, sitting high on her chest, her nipples hard in anticipation. The silky sheen of her love mound testified to her preparation in the bath. She held out her empty wine glass. “Get me another drink, baby…okay? I need to get ready before they get here.”   I took her glass, lit a joint and headed downstairs. I saw Laurie walk into her dressing room and close the door as I left our room. I had just finished pouring her wine when I heard the front door open and David calling out a greeting. I called back for them to join me in the kitchen where I was fixing drinks. When I turned around, my brother and his twenty-one year old son were standing in front of me. David and I said hello, then Brian moved close to give me his usual bear hug. Brian is about 6’2” tall, slim but well muscled. He is a very handsome young man with stylishly short red hair and eyes as blue as Laurie’s – he’d turned down opportunities to model all through his college career.   “Uncle Steven,” his voice was cracking and his pale skin was flushed a deep pink. “I don’t know what to say…I mean, oh my God, Aunt   Laurie is so beautiful…I never thought…”   I stepped out of his embrace, took a hit of the joint and gave it to him. “Here, Brian,” I said, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible. “I think you need to calm down a little so we can have a quick chat.” My nephew took a deep drag and handed the joint to his father. I turned to David. “You want a scotch, I know that. What about you, Brian? A coke? Beer? A drink?”   “Is ice water okay, Uncle Steve? I’d just as soon get high instead of drunk.” He seemed a little uncertain as to what was going on.   “That’s fine, Brian. Glasses are in that cabinet…help yourself.” I took the joint back from David and took another hit as I poured his scotch. Exhaling slowly, I looked at my nephew again. He moved around the kitchen with the grace of an athlete; his long, tapered fingers filled a glass with ice and water as I spoke.   “First thing is, don’t call me ‘Uncle’ any more. If you’re old enough for…you know… adult things, then you’re old enough to call me Steve.” I heard my brother chuckling softly in the background.   Brian looked up at me. “Yes, Unc…I mean okay, Steve.” He actually blushed as his dad and I started laughing simultaneously. “What else?”   I looked at David, then I stared, very hard, at my favorite nephew for a few very long seconds. “Just this, Brian.” Again, I tried to keep my voice as normal as possible. “I don’t know everything that your dad has told you about the three of us, but the bottom line is always… always, Brian… everything – anything that your aunt and your dad and I have done…has always been with love and respect for each others’ feelings.”   I took another hit of the joint and gave it back to David. He looked at me with the warmest smile I’d seen from him in years. I turned back to my now solemn-looking nephew. (Hey, it was never my intention to be a buzz-kill…I figured I better get him back on track quickly.) “And Brian…” I tried real hard to keep a straight face, “as I’m sure my brother would agree, we respect the fact that your Aunt   is one of the great fucks of the Western World!”   It worked. David started laughing as he watched his son’s face react in shock and surprise. Then Brian heard his dad and blushing once more, broke out into a big grin. He walked over and hugged me again, whispering in my ear how I was ‘always his favorite uncle…even before his dad told him he could fuck his aunt!’   David looked up at me with one of his strange grins. “Tell me, little brother, where is your beautiful wife…my favorite slut?”   As if on cue, we heard Laurie calling from the top of the stairs, wanting me to bring her wine and our company up to our bedroom. With a glance at my brother and my nephew, I motioned towards the stairs and we started up together to go see my wife.   The bedroom door was open – the walls flickered with the light of   candles spread around the room. David walked in and went directly to my massage chair where he sat down, adjusted the leg rest and turned it on. Brian was standing next to our bed; I walked behind David to where I had the joints rolled. I put Laurie’s glass down and lit one. I took a deep drag and walked over to Brian, handed it to him and then I slowly exhaled as he took a deep drag. I gave him the glass of wine in my hand. “Brian,” I motioned towards the door across the room, “Why don’t you take this to your aunt. I think she’s been waiting to see you.” It was like pushing a button; Brian started blushing again. With a big grin, he took the glass out of my hand and started towards Laurie’s dressing room.   As he got to the door, David said, “Leave it open, Brian. Your aunt likes an audience.” He looked over at me for a moment and then turned back to his son. “And your uncle and I like to watch her. Don’t we, little brother?” I nodded my agreement and we both watched as Brian pushed the door open and walked into the dressing room.   Laurie was sitting on a small stool in front of her dressing table, finishing her make-up. Soft light from the candles on her table was reflected off her mirror, throwing flickering highlights off of her silky skin, the sheen of her bath oil still coating her warm, flushed body. As she turned to greet her nephew, her excitement was evident – I can’t remember seeing her breasts so full, her nipples so hard and long. She turned half-way around as Brian neared her with the glass of wine. God, she was so beautiful! Her make-up was perfectly done (the way David prefers it), deep blue accenting her eyes and a dark pink lip color turning her mouth into a beautiful fuck-hole. She wore a long strand of pearls around her neck that fell between the slopes of her breasts and a pair of very sheer black thigh-high stockings completed her outfit. Brian handed her the glass, but it was quite clear that he couldn’t speak…his eyes were almost outside their sockets as his aunt stood up before him and took the glass out of his hand.   David and I watched, hardly breathing, as my wife, his slut, took a drink of the wine and set the glass down. It looked like she was moving in slow motion as she walked into her nephew’s arms, the candlelight still flickering across her moist flesh. She put her hands up and around Brian’s neck, drawing his face slowly down towards her open mouth. Just before their lips met, Laurie looked up at him and smiled. Even from the bedroom, I could see the familiar look of lust radiating from her eyes. “Thank you for the wine, Brian. I’m so happy to see you again.” Her voice had that special timbre that makes my cock hard almost instantaneously.   Brian backed away, just enough to run his eyes up and down her body – I could see his pleased reaction to her shaved cunt – and then he pulled her close and they shared their first kiss as lovers, not aunt and nephew. We watched them silently; I was smoking the joint and David was sipping his scotch as Laurie stood there, pressing her swollen tits into Brian as he groped her, finally grabbing an ass cheek in each hand. She moaned into Brian’s mouth as he invaded her with his tongue. David…