I’ve written about my sister, and her son Greg’s flirting with me and inappropriate touching:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/im5e50/ane_my_relentlessly_horny_nephew_and_his/](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/im5e50/ane_my_relentlessly_horny_nephew_and_his/)
Understanding what was happening, and why, depends on understanding my relationship with my sister, our life-long competition, her resentments. Part 2 of my story:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/imkgzq/ane_my_relentlessly_horny_nephew_continued_why/](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/imkgzq/ane_my_relentlessly_horny_nephew_continued_why/)
Redditors don’t generally enjoy long stories, so feel free to NOT follow those links for the previous events. Things have moved way beyond what I imagined weeks ago.
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Greg, my sister’s eldest, has been openly flirting with me. He hugs me and holds it too long, brushed up against me. He is very athletic and handsome. Works out a lot, should be a hit with girls his own age. When this started I told my sister Greg was perving and she laughed out loud. He’d been touching her, she said, but she confronted him and told him to knock it off.
She asked me why I didn’t do that, and when I hesitated she burst out laughing again. “You LIKE it, don’t you?” I had no comeback. She and I are rivals, and she enjoys watching me fail to deal with his approaches, and my own conflicted feelings. “You really are a Becky, aren’t you?” As teens I had corrected anyone who called me Becky. “My name is Rebecca.” My sister made a joke out of it, said Rebecca was the goodie-two-shoes I pretended to be, and that Becky was the slutty bad girl inside, struggling to be released.
My nephew got bolder when I never complained. His mom watched him flirting, or hugging, and just smirked at me. It was a sibling rivalry game, and I was the only one not playing. Each time he touched me and I said nothing, he won. He didn’t know why his Mom encouraged him to touch me, but he loved it. But I knew what she was up to – each time she saw her son fondle her sister, I lost. Her life has been a contest with me. But now we’re all grown up, and she resents my success. My husband makes more money than hers. Our cars are newer; my house is nicer. Meanwhile I played the role of stupid Aunt Rebecca who thought this was a game, who didn’t know she’s being laughed at.
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Memorial Day weekend everything came together. It was their year to host the family barbeque, and the weather was terrific. The husbands had a bit of a beer contest. Greg’s father, a bit too tipsy to be trusted on the grill, burned some of the burgers so badly that they went to the dog. My husband drank more than anyone and ended up asleep in a hammock. My brother-in-law climbed into another one and was also soon napping in the shade.
My sister went inside to tidy the kitchen and Greg came up behind me on the patio. We were still wearing our bathing suits and he reached around with one of his hugs and gently cupped my breasts. He’d handled them before, but always let go quickly, and this time he prolonged the embrace. I felt comfortable in his grasp and allowed it to go on. I relaxed back into him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. My nephew is 6 feet tall, and my short body was swallowed in his arms. Perhaps for the first time, he was not playing it for laughs. We were alone, and his erection snuggled into the small of my back. He hugged me with passion, and affection, and I found myself responding, moaning encouragement.
“I love to touch you, Aunt Rebecca”, and I tilted my head upwards and to the side. My arm had a will of its own as it reached up, snaked around his neck, and pulled his face to mine for a passionate kiss. My sister was watching us through the window, and she’d seen Greg’s gag groping before. But we had never ground our lips together before, never kissed like lovers. We continued to sway together, to hold each other, and to kiss. I felt at peace in Greg’s arms. He was so big and strong, and it seemed right that I would allow him to touch me all over. My body was humming in a way I hadn’t felt for years.
Previously, with an audience, he had always let go of me soon. But now for the first time I was holding on tight, grinding against that warm lump in his shorts, tonguing his mouth. Only a few times before had I done what I chose to do now – take his wrists in my hands and maneuver them under my top, onto my naked breasts. Give the boy the thrill of bare tit. My thrill, too, to be honest, my nipples hard as gravel. With no husbands watching, only my big sister gaping, I felt liberated, loose. Greg was a hot young man, why not?
My sister smirked widely and gave us two thumbs up. Her plan was coming to the end. Her son was going to make love to her younger sister, make her a cheating slut. A little crazy, I moved his right hand slowly down the front of my body and onto my bikini bottom. One hand on my breast, the other cupping my pubic area, he lifted me up onto my tiptoes and rubbed his erection against my buttocks. I had become very, very wet. I was ceding control to Greg. I closed my eyes and swayed in his arms.
A few dreamy moments and my sister was right in front of us. Her hands were on my waist and she pulled me towards her, forcing Greg to relax his embrace. “We better take this inside, Becky,” she said softly in my ear. “You two come inside.” I was awash in lust but I knew what we were doing, and I gave no thought to disobeying her. I was going to let go of Rebecca.
She wrapped her arm around my waist and led me to the spare bedroom, Greg following right behind, bending forward to nuzzle my neck. For the first time since we were kids together she kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back, and we rubbed our breasts against each other, her big pillows against my small muffins. Greg closed in from the rear, removed the top of my suit, and resumed caressing my breasts, so much smaller than his Mother’s. Soon I was on the bed and Greg moved my legs apart while my sister held my hand and continued to French kiss me. My nephew gave my vulva several forceful licks with his tongue then moved up over me. I was shuddering already, just from the boy licking my pussy and my big sister kissing my mouth.
“Take her, Greg,” she said to him.
“Can I, Aunt Rebecca? Can I go inside?” He covered all of my 5′ 3″ body with his giant form.
“Greg, call her Becky. Aunt Rebecca’s not here anymore.”
I felt his penis slide easily into my vagina. God I was wet, and ready. I flexed my pelvis muscles, but he was so big. It felt so good to be Becky for the boy.
“Oh, God, Mom. She’s like a furnace. Her vagina is so hot.” They were talking over my head, like I wasn’t there to hear them. He drove deep and she reminded him to twist my nipples. I was on fire, delirious. Whenever he lifted slightly off of me, her hands sneaked in to fondle my breasts for herself.
“Don’t cum too quick, Greg. Ride your feelings, slow them down. Make Becky cum first.” It excited her to call me a whore. I wanted to say something, but now my nephew’s lips were crushing mine and my tongue was in his mouth. I had never before felt so much lust. “She’s all yours, Son. Your own slut whenever you want her. Your Uncle doesn’t deserve a hot cunt like Becky; you take her.”
My brain was being electrocuted by her filthy, degrading language. She was giving me to her son? I tried to say “No” but it came out as a senseless moan. “Naaaahhh.” I never wanted to be Rebecca again.
“Don’t take my word Greg. Ask her. Ask Becky if you can have her whenever you want.”
I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm when he took control a bit. She was feeding me my lines.
“Oh, fuck, Greg,” I groaned. “No one ever….” I lost my thought. He was stretching me so well.
“I’m not going to ask her shit. Her pussy is squeezing my dick like a fist.” Then, to me, he put the tips of our noses together and said “I own you now, Aunt Becky. I own you. Right? Tell Mom.”
I tried to turn my head to my sister but my entire body was wracked by the greatest orgasm of my life. My legs kicked and I made a pathetic noise and clawed at Greg’s powerful shoulders. As his cum pulsed high inside me, higher than my husband’s cock had ever reached, my sister said “My little sister belongs to us now.” Then she got up from her bedside crouch and said “I’ll warn you if the men wake up. Do her again if you can.” She leaned in to kiss me too, stuffing her tongue in my mouth and twisting my left nipple. I convulsed again. Then she got up, licked her lips, said “Next time I’ll lick you,” and closed the door. The two husbands slept almost another hour.
That night at home, in bed, my husband tossed and turned. “I might as well get up and read a book, Rebecca. That 2-hour nap threw me off. I’m just not sleepy,” he whispered to me. “But you look exhausted.”
“I am, honey. I can’t remember the last time I was this worn out,” I said to him, and fell into a deep slumber, where I dreamed about my sister and her son, taking turns.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iyjyrr/mf_my_relentlessly_horny_nephew_the_conclusion
yeah, that happened.