I didn't plan to have sex with my nephew, or all the incestuous sex with my niece and other relatives that would follow. It all happened because of Evan. My 18-year-old nephew is very handsome -- star linebacker of his high school football team, and a troublemaker. Evan came to stay with his me because they wouldn't let him graduate unless he got his act together. His parents thought I would be the perfect person to set him straight -- single, live in a mansion in the country, and with a reputation for a certain sternness.
That reputation, by the way, is bogus. I'm actually fun loving and care-free. But they didn't know that. And Evan was about to find out.
My name is Cordelia, not to be confused with my niece Jessica Cordelia (both of us named for some distant relative). I'm writing this years after it all happened in the late 1990s. I think my story helps explain how I started a family tradition of incest that carried on to my niece.
In those days, the internet, and online porn, wasn't really a thing. People bought these things called "magazines" that were sold behind the counter or in backrooms. You'll understand why that's important later. Next to no one had cell phones either, so Evan coming to my house was like being exiled to a foreign land.
I expected Evan to show up all glum and pouty when I picked him up at the train station. Instead, he was good-natured, though overly self-assured. He stepped off the train carrying a duffle bag with his team's logo on it. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I would have recognized him anywhere, a younger male image of my sister, Katerina, only younger and fitter.
I sized him up as he approached me. Over six feet, probably 220, brown hair cut short. His chest and arms were extremely muscular, his waist drew in, accentuating his broad shoulders. His big leg muscles stretched and moved as he walked. I was impressed -- very impressed. I had to avert my eyes from his physique as he drew near.
"Hey, Aunt Cordelia," he said in a light tone, with a bit of snark to it. "Is this going to be fun or what?"
I smiled, touching his arm. Boy did he have muscles!
"It'll be fun if you behave!" I said, as serious as I could muster.
"One question," Evan said as we approached my car. "Can I drive? I'd love some freedom to explore."
"First, you're going to need to earn the right to take my car anywhere. Second, do you have any idea how much a Maserati convertible costs? And third, do you even know how to drive a stick?"
Evan stopped by the car, admiring it. "Well... first, if you let me drive this thing I'll obey any rule you lay down. Second -- no, but I'll bet it's a lot. And three -- yes. I own a stick at home. Nothing like this, but I drive a manual all the time."
"Okay then," I said, "once I'm satisfied with your behavior -- and your driving skills, I'll consider it."
We wound our way through the country lanes around my house. I could feel Evan's eyes on me, and I realized I might have chosen my attire unwisely. At the time I was in my mid-thirties but dressed like I was 25. I had on a very short pleated blue skirt which, when I used the clutch, hiked up so that a person could catch a glimpse of my panties. The tight knit top I was wearing didn't help either. I have large, firm breasts. Not only did the top reveal every curve but provided ample cleavage to someone taller than me. Like Evan. Normally, my long brown hair would provide some cover, but it was currently blowing behind me in the wind.
"You okay?" I asked, glancing over.
Evan looked ahead. "Doing great. Awesome view."
I wasn't sure if it was the scenery outside or inside that he was referring to, but I didn't push it.
We drove up the lane to my house, taking the curves a bit fast, thanks to the excellent suspension on my prize possession.
"Wow!" Evan said as we parked in my circular driveway. "That's some ride!"
I eyed him from the driver's seat. "If you're really good, there's a track back down that hill that'll give you a real thrill. Maybe we'll do it together sometime."
"Sweet! I already like it here."
"We'll see after I tell you the rules."
Evan frowned, but it was kind of a mock expression. He picked up his duffle from the back and we went inside.
"This place is incredible!" he said, setting his bag down in the three-story entryway.
His eyes took in the space, the two spiral staircases leading up to the upper levels, the massive living room and wall of windows looking down on the pool and tennis courts.
"You live here? Alone?"
I nodded.
"Just how rich are you?"
"It's not exactly like that. I sort-of inherited all this. The man I worked for -- helped build his company -- sold it to me for a dollar before he died. The company, the land, the mansion -- and the cars."
"There's more than one?"
"Oh, just wait," I said with a wink.
"So... about those chores?"
"We'll get to that. Let me show you to your room -- you're right down the hall from me. After you get settled, let's meet out at the pool and we can discuss. You brought a suit, I hope?"
"Of course!" Evan said.
After showing Evan to his room, I went into my bedroom suite and looked for a suit. I didn't want to be too revealing, like in the car, but nearly all of my suits were small bikinis. I have a very active sex life and so when I have people over, it's usually a prelude to making love -- in the pool, in bed, or in the shower. Normally, I want to be as alluring as possible. But not today.
I picked out a pink top -- it held my big boobs in pretty well. Black bottoms just barely covered my brown bush. As I took off my bra, I noticed my tits still stood straight out from my breasts, no sagging at all. My slender build, flat stomach and smooth legs added to my looking younger than my age. Working out a lot helped for sure. Then I noticed something else; my nipples were erect? Why?
I shrugged my shoulders and got into my suit. I'd have to figure all of that out later.
Down at the pool, I set a towel on a chaise lounge and jumped in. The cool water felt great on this warm day. I swam around for a few minutes then got out. I was just toweling off when Evan came out, wearing blue and white swim trunks -- and nothing else.
I tried even harder not to stare at his body. His chest bulged with muscles, and his stomach was flat as a pancake, complete with a six-pack of abs.
"Great suit," Evan said, breaking me from my stare.
I looked up and saw him staring at my chest. I covered myself with the towel, but not before noticing my nipples were showing -- again!
Evan didn't miss a beat but dove right into the pool. A good swimmer, he did laps -- creating large waves in the water.
After about five minutes, he swam to the shallow end and got out. I'm not sure what caused it, but as he emerged from the water, his suit clung to his body. Clearly outlined in the fabric was his large cock, pointing sideways. I could see clearly the mushroom shape of his cockhead and even his little pee hole at the tip.
I felt something stir in me -- arousal. This was ridiculous! I would not, could not, have these feelings for my own relative.
Evan smiled as he stepped out of the pool, as if he knew exactly what was going on. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off, laying it on one of the lounges and sitting.
"So... about those rules?" he asked.
I'll admit I was a bit flummoxed but tried to recover my confidence and act as the adult in the room.
