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She paused, turning to him, a pouting look on her freckled face. "Sorry, Honey, Becca went with a bunch of the kids to the lake."
Sam had heard something about that, but hadn't been invited. "Oh, yeah, that's right, I forgot."
Aunt Julie wiped her hands on the dish towel as she continued looking at him, and now Sam felt self-conscious. To avoid her eyes, he looked lower and his gaze stopped abruptly at her chest. Aunt Julie was not wearing a bra! He hadn't really noticed how nice her breasts were until now, her brown nipples like half-dollars, distinct through the thin white fabric. Now he felt more embarrassed.
She stepped closer. In the platform sandals, she was his height, five foot seven, and she put her arms around his neck. "You poor thing! Fuck 'em! You don't need them. Once you get to college, you'll have plenty of girls!"
Sam was surprised at her language, and she saw it on his face. "Oh, Baby, did I embarrass you? You didn't think I talked that way, right? Well, I'm sorry, but those girls are little bitches if they can't see what a catch you are!"
Their faces were only inches apart when he looked into her eyes. She seemed so different close up, her auburn hair down to her shoulders, parted in the middle, framing her smooth, pretty face, and he could picture her in bed, her hair all mussed from a night of sex. He had never thought of Aunt Julie this way!
She saw the confusion on his face, and kept talking to explain what she meant. "I mean, when I was younger, a guy like you, handsome, in good shape, would have been fighting the girls off!"
Sam mumbled, "Well, I guess I was born too late." His eyes dropped, now peering into the valley between her breasts and he felt awkward and aroused.
She followed his gaze, both looking down, and she began to see that Sam wasn't used to being this close to any female, girl or woman. She also felt him tighten up and shift his hips away, and was startled to realize Sam was becoming sexually aroused! "By me!" she thought. "That's so... flattering!"
She also realized how long it had been for her. Divorced eight years, she dated but didn't fuck every Tom, Dick and Harry. In fact, her last sex was a year ago and it was unsatisfactory.
She thought of Sam, how he was always a sweet quiet kid, never one to complain, but she could tell this girl thing weighed heavily on him. In a few months, he would go off to college, and Becca had told her she was almost certain that Sam was still a virgin. This, she thought, was unacceptable. and could get worse.
While these and other thoughts ran through her head, Sam was busy thinking similar thoughts, about sex and relatives and college and the unknown. He also grew more aroused. The moment seemed to stretch into an hour.
Finally, she lifted his chin with one hand, their faces so close. "Sam... I know it's not my place... if I'm over the line, just tell me to shut up, okay?" Sam nodded, looking deep into those pale blue eyes, so deep, so close.
"Sam, are you a virgin?"
He hesitated, then nodded, ashamed.
"Baby, first off, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with you. Second, are you gay?"
Sam's eyes went wide and before he could respond, she regretted it, saying, "I didn't think so, not that it would matter. You make you're own choices, but..." She couldn't believe she was saying this to her own nephew, but he needed something, confidence, assurance, something! "Sam... is there anything that I can do to help?"
Sam's mind was racing, thinking, "There sure is!" but to her he said, "What do you mean?"
"Well, maybe if you had some experience, it would build your confidence. I could... answer questions, maybe? Or show you things?" With that, she stepped back from him, letting her arms fall at her sides.
"He's looking me over," she thought. "I'm not 18 like him but I'm not bad for 45. Let him look, his eyes will tell you."
Sam gazed up and down, her smooth legs exposed to her thighs, bare shoulders, swollen cleavage, then back to her face. "I've... never seen a real girl undressed. I mean, pictures, but never live."
Julie smiled at his honesty, and blushed at him thinking of her as a girl. "Would you like to see me, Honey?"
Sam didn't say a word, just nodded, and she took his hand. "Not here, in the kitchen. Come inside, away from the windows."
He walked nervously, feeling her warmth flow through their hands. Into the den, which had curtains covering the windows. It was much darker than the kitchen but his eyes adjusted.
She stopped by the couch. "Do you want to sit?" He obeyed, never taking his eyes off her, and she smiled at him to comfort him. "If you want me to stop at any time, just say so." With that, she rolled up her tank top, showing bare midriff and Sam felt his breathing shorten.
In one smooth move she lifted the white shirt over her head, and dropped it to the floor. She held her tummy tight and her shoulders back and the effect on Sam was obvious. His eyes bulged.
Julie took a step closer, standing over him, those platforms making her legs more defined. "So? What do you think?"
He was speechless, but he smiled and nodded his approval. She smiled back, happy that they held firm and high and realizing the cool air was tingling her nipples.
"Should I go on, Honey?"
Sam just nodded, and she unbuttoned the top of the jeans and slid down the zipper, and Sam could see the red panties underneath. Her hips shifted as she slid the cut-offs over them, tugging the panties back up. She stepped out of the denim, feeling like a professional stripper, with an audience of one. The red lace thong seemed to barely cover her, and she felt so sexy, so exposed.
