"I don't know what I'm going to do about that boy," Emma said to her sister as they sat at the kitchen table. "He is now over eighteen years old, and he has never dated a girl, not a single one."
"What about those socials back in Mark's junior high school?" Robin asked. "Didn't they get him interested in girls?" She had just arrived back in her hometown of Springville and would be living at her sister's house until she found a place of her own and settled into her new job.
"Oh yes, he is interested in girls; I found a stash of girly magazines and fuck books hidden in his room," Emma replied. "He mixed with the girls at the social events in junior high, but as soon as he got into high school, it was books, books, and more books with a tiny break for sports and the chess club. Maybe that explains why Mark has that pile of filthy magazines and books. If it isn't in a book, he doesn't care about it. I can't understand it!"
"Perhaps," suggested Robin, "you should have taken my advice about the Nusselheim Proposal. Remember? I explained it to you several years ago."
"I don't know, Robin. I have always been a little bit scared to become involved in that activity. What happens if he rejects me and blabs about it to someone or makes a big rumpus?"
"I don't think that would happen if it were done properly. Teenage boys are as horny as a herd of cattle. You just need to approach Mark properly, and let nature take its course. Are you afraid because your husband might object?"
"No, Robin, when I told Roger about this Nusselheim business, he thought it was a great idea, but then, he is into kinky stuff." Her mind wandered a bit, recalling some of the interesting sexual activities she and her husband shared.
"I don't think that Nusselheim's ideas were supposed to be kinky," Robin explained patiently. "He proposed them during a very conservative period as a means to keep children safe from all those bad diseases and some other evils of his contemporary society."
"You know what I mean; he was proposing INCEST, for god's sake, and I remember that you told me he got into some kind of trouble because of his unusual ideas," Emma exclaimed.
"All revolutionary ideas meet with some resistance, Sis," Robin replied calmly, trying to meet her sister's objections with cool reason. "People all over the country are secretly following his ideas. There might even be a secret network, but I don't know if there is for sure, even though I wish I did."
"Let me think about it, Robin; I just don't know if I can do it."
"Do you want me to do it? If you are too afraid to try it out, then maybe I can help you."
"I don't know," answered Emma. "Perhaps if an occasion arises..."
Mark noticed his Aunt Robin was a sexy babe. Ever since she showed up at his family's house, she was always giving him hardons with her revealing and flimsy attire. Mom had put her sister to his room, and he was sleeping on a folding bed in the basement rec room. Mark did not realize that his mother and aunt had done that so that he would need to return to his own room often to obtain fresh clothes and other personal items. Because Mark had often found his aunt partially clothed whenever she was in his bedroom, he planned his frequent trips to his room only when Aunt Robin was there. Mark hoped fervently to catch her completely undressed. He did not realize that Aunt Robin was playing him and his male hormones like a fine musical instrument.
"I see what you are reading, Mark, Robin commented as she reclined on her bed. Mark was looking through he bureau for something, he didn't know what, but he would find something soon. His aunt was flicking through his book.
"Ah... yes, Aunt Robin, I'm about halfway through it." He used his answer as an opportunity to look at her. Her blouse was partly unbuttoned and he could see her boobs spilling out of her bra. Also her tight shorts appeared to reveal every contour of her pussy.
"Isn't that an interesting technique the author uses, cycling through the same incidents, adding new information each time?" Robin saw him look and patted the bed, inviting her nephew to sit next to her.
"Yeah," he said, "I never noticed anyone do that before." He moved over to the bed and sat down. He could see her better now; her tiny bra barely covered her tits, it actually seemed to lift them up as an offering to his eyes. Mark realized he had been looking too long and pulled his eyes away, suddenly becoming aware that she had continued to discuss the author's writing style. "Uh... what was that..." he mumbled as his face flushed. His aunt was smiling at him.
She didn't repeat her words; instead she flexed her back as she stretched her arms. Another button popped open, but Robin pretended that she didn't notice, but made sure Mark got a good look. Robin watched Mark's eyes drop down again. She noted a small bulge rising in his shorts. It was time to close in. Her days of teasing her nephew with sexy glimpses had led up to this moment. He was ready; she was certain of it.
"Oh!" she cried out softly. "I still have that little pain in my neck. Could you rub it a little, Mark honey." She leaned forward, resting her forehead on his chest. She confirmed the bulge in her nephew's shorts was growing.
"Oh... uh... sure, Aunt Robin." He began to rub her neck with his fingers and felt her hand rest lightly on his thigh. He did not see her undo yet another button, her hand concealed by her head, and pull the flimsy bra down so that her areolas now peeked out the top. He felt her hand grip his leg tightly.
"Mark honey, that feels so good." Robin murmured. "I think the pain is going away." She lifted her head and saw his eyes drop again for another glimpse at her boobs, and almost giggled when she saw how wide they opened when Mark discovered how much more he could see.
"Do you like them, honey?"
"Wh-what... what, Aunt R-Robin?" His brain was fogged with lust.
"Do you want to see more, Mark?"
Mark knew his aunt had caught him. "Uh... uh.... uh..." was all he could say as he groped for words. He saw his aunt reach down and unfasten the last two buttons and pull her blouse open.
"Go close the door, Mark," she directed quietly, "and lock it too."
