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My Nephew's Act

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Submitted by: Louella Age: ~not given Gender: Female

Reading the story of Marian (25590) and the stories about Aunt Architect, I have decided after much mind struggle to share my own real story with my nephew.

My "little" nephew has been sleeping with me at night since he was four years old. Now he has grown to an adolescent.

Recently, he would always try to touch my body when we sleep at night. At first, I didn't give much malice into it because we were used to hugging as we doze to sleep. But recently, his touches were firmer and exploring. At the middle of the night, I would be awaken with him hand on my breasts or my nipples; and sometimes, his hand was exploring my mound, and once, his hand was inside my panties at my mound. And when I woke up as a result of his touching me, he would just simply remain in whatever position, not moving, and pretending that his hand just went to where it was without much of his intentions or desires. And when I remove his hand, it would seem that it was so loose as if it was not conscious of what it has been doing.

At first, I could not recall what his hand was doing as I would be awaken by his touch and by that time I woke up, his hand wherever it was would have stopped moving. But after about five times that I noticed his hands were somewhere else in my body at night, I started to observe, and even if I would be awaken with his touch, I refrained from moving right away and observed what we was doing. And I got a very good observation and conclusion that indeed he was deliberately touching me in those parts of my body. I pretended to be asleep as I observed him, but when he would start to do more than simple touch, I would move, struggle and pretend I got awaken.

And this happened when I was 18, and he was 11. I went home late at night from a birthday party. I reached home almost midnight, and my nephew was fast asleep in bed. I took off my clothes and proceeded to the bathroom to take a shower. It was a quick one. Then, I went back to the room in bathrobe and towel. After drying off and putting on my undies and a long loose white t-shirt, I joined my nephew in bed, just like the usual. Since I was feeling tipsy, I dozed off immediately half awake and half asleep for about 30 minutes. I hear myself snoring for the first time in my life, maybe because of the spirit of the wine we drank.

Then I felt the hand of my nephew starting to explore my body. I wanted to move and struggle to free myself from his soft and tender touches, but I also tried to observe him. And I vividly recall the sequence of his touches. He moved closer to me, his breathing was heavy, and I could sense the slight trembling of his hand. I was laid on my back, and I was stretched from head to toe.

The first part he touched was my breasts. He tenderly capped them with his hand, then slowly rotated his finger around my nipples. It was so soft and tender that I cold not almost feel it. He did it through my t-shirt and the roughness of the fabric gave a little sensation. I wanted to stop him but even before I could move and say something, he stopped moving his hand and just capped my left breast; then he moved himself a bit closer to me, he put his right leg across my right leg. I could feel his breath and his chest pinning my right arm. He was laying at my right side.

Then he moved his hand to my belly, stopped there for a while, almost steady ?? not moving a bit, perhaps also observing me. Then I felt that his hand was slowly moving towards my mound. Soon enough, my guess was right. His palm was so warm, and trembling a bit. And I could feel his heavy breathing again. I knew he was very nervous in what he was doing, but he was so determined to touch me.

I felt a sense of being harassed, and exploited. Though he was much younger, I could not defend myself because I didn't want him to feel sorry about himself, and I didn't want to strain our aunt-nephew relationship. And what surprised me that night was the fact that I was determined to just observe him ?? not to move ?? and just allowed him to explore my body however he liked it. While his hand was on my mound, I imagined and even anticipated that he would slip his hand beneath my panties and reach for my clit. And if such would happen, I would even allow his finger to reach my vagina opening. The way I was then laid, I pictured myself perfectly positioned ?? my legs were a bit wide apart, and my hands were on my sides, and my head was shifted to the opposite side. Thus, there would no obstruction for him to do anything, as I would continue to observe him

This time, I felt a sense of guilt ?? not anymore harassment and exploitation. The spirit of alcohol was really on me, and has made me more daring and provoking bit by bit. As I anticipated his moves, it seemed like eternity. Maybe I was not just simply anticipating; rather I was already expecting him to do more than just put his hand on my mound. After a series of slight movements and pauses, his hand reached my labia. I felt his fingers rubbing my labia slowly back and forth over my panties. And instead of just observing him, I was starting to feel horny and wanted to put his hand inside my panties and let his hand have a full access to my pussy. I was so horny then.

After a little while, he took his hand off from my crotch. I was starting to slowly shift my head towards him to see from my eyelids what probably was happening to him now. He was not moving; it was just his hand that moved from my mound to nowhere now. But even before I could open a small opening in my eyelids, I felt his hand on my navel. And he was trembling. His touch was so tempting. Then I felt his finger trying to ward off the garter of my panties. Then he moved his hand ?? his fingers almost in unison in getting beneath my panties. Good that I use loose panties at night. I was tickled when the hand reached my pubic. It was not moving; but I could feel very well now the warmth of his palm. And I felt my clit twitched a bit in anticipation. It took what seemed like eternity before the hand continued to move ?? and it moved closer to my pussy. I didn't know if it was obvious but by the time his hand was moving beneath my panties, I actually slightly curled my sit bone forward ?? thus, exposing a bit more my pussy. I felt I started to get wet ?? not only inside, but I sensed that the juices were starting to drip out of the labia.

He moved his body very close to me now. In fact, he was pressing himself at my right side now. My right hand was actually pinned between his body and the bed. I wanted to laugh when his right leg trembled on my right leg, as he moved his hand towards my clit. Perhaps he was gaining guts because the movement of the hand was now more determined, not anymore slow and tender. It went straight to the labia and felt like it was searching for the opening. I wanted to tell him to rub the clit, but of course, I could not do it. I would only continue to pretend to be asleep.

Then he finally was able to part the labia and started to insert his finger and sliding it through the wetness of my pussy. I was not moving then, but how I wish I could stop pretending to be asleep and tell him where to explore me. At that time, I was really out of my sanity, so to speak. I would have wanted him to rub my clit gently. But I continued to pretend; and I could not even move my legs or any part of my body. I didn't want him to stop now. So I laid there, steadily observing him... and enjoying his touches.

I was surprised when he suddenly stopped and pulled his hand off my panties. He shifted his body and laid on his back. I opened my eyes a bit, just enough for me to see what he was doing. And my guess was right. He pulled down his pyjamas and with his right hand, he stroked his already very erect penis. He would glance and look at me every now and then as he gently masturbated himself on my side. And I could perfectly see his penis even in my slightly opened eyelids. It was long and looked so beautiful with a very small amount of pubic hair. He was squeezing his belly and his legs. I was anticipating he would soon be squirting his loads. But his stroking came a little bit slower. His eyes glanced at my mound and me. Then he put his left hand inside my panties and continued to rub my labia and the opening as his other hand continued to stroke his erect penis. The movement of his hands, the sight of his beautiful penis and the soft bouncing of the bed coupled with my pretension made it very erotic that I could feel my wetness also increasing and the sensation between my legs was growing. I wanted to touch myself and join him in squirting. Then all of a sudden, yet very anticipated, he stiffened and gave a soft moan. I saw him squirted his load on his belly. He then removed his hand from my crotch, and he continued to gently stoke his penis. He cummed. Then he stood up and went to the bathroom, with his hands on her belly keeping the cummed from dripping at the floor.

I have not reached orgasm but I felt a deep sense of gratification witnessing my nephew squirted his load from touching my body and me.

I will share some more next time.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]