Nerdy Nephew & Sexy Aunt

With her top in hand she turned to her bedroom doorway and marched in. She sat on her bed and put her top back on. She looked back and noticed that she had not closed the door. Brian was right out there. She was leaving her door open. Why? Was it an invitation? Why was she second guessing everything? She got up and went to the doorway. Brian was sitting on the sofa and not moving. She turned and went back to her bed. She sat down and then stood up again.

It was good that she stopped it. It had to stop. They couldn't do this. He was her nephew. Nephew, what did that word even mean? He was the son of her sister. Somehow that just didn't mean anything to her. So what if he was the son of her sister. She barely knew her sister. One of her earliest memories was of her sister moving out.

But even if she didn't feel the way she knew she was supposed to feel, that was no excuse to do what she just did. Even if the barriers that were supposed to be there somehow just weren't, she had to maintain a proper, dignified ... Who was she kidding? She wanted him. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to grab him. She wanted to fuck him. She blushed.

She paced in the bedroom from her closet to her bed. Back and forth she went over the issues in her head again, and again. She went to her door. Brian was still awake. He was still just sitting there.

"Brian. Can you come in here please." she said.

"Why?"

That was a good question. Why? Why did she want him to go in there instead of her going out into the living room?

"I ... need you to help me with something."

He entered the room and looked nervous as she looked at him. "Can you ... reset my wifi?"

"Where's the tower?"

Tower? What tower? "Um. By my bed, I think."

He went back to the door. He was leaving. She felt herself begin to panic. Why was he leaving? "Stop."

He stood there waiting and then turned around to face her.

"The truth is I just wanted to talk. Is that ok?"

"Sure."

"I'm sorry. I know I went way over the line back there. I can't explain it. There's no excuse for that."

"Don't worry about it."

"I know this sounds like a cliché but please don't tell anyone about what I did. I need you to keep it a secret."

"Sure. No problem."

"Listen to me. I sound like a sex offender."

She meant it as a joke but Brian did not take it that way. His expression became very angry and he didn't reply to her.

"Are you ok."

"I'm fine."

"I'm sorry. I ..."

"I'm not like my father." he said.

"What?" What did his father have to do with any of this?

He turned and was about to storm out when she grabbed at his arm. "Wait. What did I say? What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Your father? Do you even know who your father is?"

"Yes I know exactly who he is."

"Who? They never told me."

"I ... I don't want to talk about it."

"Where is he? Why ..."

"He's dead. He died before I was born."

"How?"

"The police gunned him down when he tried to run away."

"Why were the pol ..."

"Stop. Stop with the questions. I don't want to talk about it."

"Ok. I'm sorry."

He looked away from her and then turned and with both anger and a sense of being wounded he spoke. "If you really want to know about him go read the police report. Go read how he put a gun to my moms head and then he ..." He couldn't finish the sentence. Brian grit his teeth and tears began to well up in his eyes.

"Don't say it." Sandy said. She tried to hug him but he resisted. She pushed past his resistance and got her arms around him. He struggled for a bit but she held him firm.

'Don't say it' she thought. He didn't need to use that word. That foul, disgusting word for that despicably evil act. He didn't need to say it.

Why did he know about that? Obviously because her sister had told him. Knowing that sort of pissed Sandy off. Jill had no business telling her son a story like that. How many times had she told him? How many times had she thrown that in his face as if it were his fault? Sandy felt like she wanted to punch Jill in the nose. And yet, poor Jill. She could not believe that something like that had happened to her. They never told Sandy about it. Of course they wouldn't. She must have been only eight,... no, seven. She must have only been seven years old when it happened. How do you tell a seven year old that her older sister had been ...?

Somehow the hug lasted and lasted. It lasted from the doorway to the bed. It lasted as they sat on the bed. It lasted as they both finally laid down on the bed. It wasn't sexual at all. She cared about him. He was hurting inside and she cared about him. While they were still on top of the covers she just held on to him and before either one of them knew it, they were both asleep.