Every now and then I let my nephew stare a little too long

The morning was freezing, drizzling. I went out for my run anyway, like always before 6am. I came back soaked in sweat and rain, my body hot and that smell clinging to my skin, demanding attention. I like that smell in general. It turns me on. I walked into the kitchen still in my running clothes, my socks wet.

My nephew was already there, making coffee. I sat on the high stool at the counter, my legs heavy. He handed me a cup without saying a word. He sat next to me and, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, lifted my legs and placed them on his lap. I felt the heat of his thighs under my calves.

“You’re sweaty,” he murmured.

He started massaging my feet, still with my socks on. He pressed hard with his thumbs into the soles. I protested a little, wiggling my toes.

“Oh, no, stop, they’re disgusting…”

But I didn’t pull them away. He kept going, smelling the sweat through the fabric, breathing deeper. I drank my coffee and got lost imagining what it would be like if he grabbed me hard and laid me down on the counter. Would he spread my legs and eat my pussy right there? Merciless, like an animal. I shook my head and came back to reality.

I got up to fill my cup with cold water. I’d barely taken two steps when my legs wobbled, and I almost fell. He stood up quickly, grabbed me by the waist, and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He sat me down on the kitchen counter. He hugged me tight, pressing his face to my neck. I pushed him a little.

“I’m all sweaty, let me…”

He breathed deeply against my skin and said softly, almost hoarse:

“Your smell draws me in, like I’m an animal.”

I made a face of disgust that he didn’t see, but then he started sniffing exaggeratedly. First my armpit – I pushed him away. Then he moved up to my neck, and I melted. I tried to push him off, but the truth is I was starting to like it. I got lost imagining how he’d yank my shorts off in one motion and slam me against the counter. I hoped I’d left condoms nearby. He moved up slowly to my ear, sliding his nose through my sweat. His hand climbed up my damp thigh. When he licked my entire neck, I snapped out of it. I pushed him firmly and got down from the counter.

“I’m going to take a bath,” I said, shaky, and went to the bathroom.

I filled the tub. The hot water relaxed me, but my legs were still weak. I wanted to be pampered. I saw the bath bomb on the high shelf and knew I couldn’t reach it. I called him.

He walked in and stood there for a few seconds looking at me under the water. I threw the bath bomb quickly so he wouldn’t see everything and laughed. He turned to leave, but I called him back. He turned around excited, like I was inviting him for something more. I asked him to turn off the light. We were left with only the light from the window.

I showed him one foot out of the water, a clear signal. He sat next to the tub and started massaging it, slowly, with both hands. I closed my eyes and got lost imagining him grabbing me by the hair and fucking my mouth while fingering me. I shook my head again.

“Give me your hand,” I said softly.

I grabbed it and guided it under the water. I moved it across my abdomen, over my pubis, and left it right on my pussy. He understood. I closed my eyes, and he started touching me slowly. First my clit, then slipping one finger inside, then two. I bit my lip and let him play. The water muffled the sounds. I came gripping his wrist, trembling, making no noise. It was long and deep.

Afterwards, I asked him to help me out. I sat naked on the edge of the tub. He dried my legs with the towel, slowly, almost with reverence. I finished drying the rest of myself. He put my robe on me and picked me up in his arms as if I were something fragile. He carried me to the living room couch and left me there, tucked in.

I stayed lying there, his hands with my feet in his lap. He offered to paint my toenails, and I agreed. He did it for a while. While he did, I got lost in my thoughts, imagining how I’d unbutton his pants with my feet and jerk him off with them. I wanted to feel his fluids on me, not go any further – I was already tired. I wanted him to come on me, on my feet. I came to the conclusion that it would be pretty easy. I just had to wait for the nail polish to dry. A little nap, and then I’ll go for it.