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ToWriteAndWander

ToWriteAndWander

Not all those who wander are lost.
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Jun 8, 2020
Andrew was going to rub himself raw tonight. There was simply too much flesh on full display as women of all ages mingled around his Aunts pool, at one of her weekly neighborhood pool parties. The smell of burgers and hotdogs filled the air along with the sounds of kids having fun and adults socializing. And everywhere Andrew looked, he saw hot girls in bikinis. And that was the problem.

He bobbed up and down in the pool, avoiding without trying to look too suspicious, a group of girls about his age. He had no problem looking at their bikini bodies and he didn't mind them look at him. At 17, Andrew was handsome and fit - a lean body, though not overly muscled. Not a killer by any amount, but genuinely attractive to a wide range of girls. With short, dark hair and hazel eyes, he wasn't an ugly kid. But that was the problem.

He had dated more then a few girls and hooked up with even more. But there was always a point where things would end - either them touching or seeing his cock for the first time. They would freak out or go cold turkey on him. It left him blueballed and frustrated, thinking something was wrong with his cock. His parents had noticed the gradual change in him, so when summer came around, they sent him off to Aunt Kates house, hoping a change of scenery would help.

Aunt Kate was hot. She had always had a pretty face, but seeing her in a bikini - yeah, Andrew was jerking it hard tonight. Even her friends were all pretty hot. But with no release, he was going to be very pent up by the end of the day! He kept treading water, not quite looking at the girls as they sorta tried to approach him, but constantly maintaining his distance. The girls back home blueballed him - he didn't want the girls her to blueball him too!

He finally got out of the water and toweled off, grabbing a burger and a can of soda before finding a more secluded area to sit down and eat, closer to a bunch of adults which seemed to keep the girls away from from approaching him.
 
At 29, Dr. Kate Willer had what many women wanted: a loving husband, a decent house, and a lucrative job she'd earned herself. She'd just gone into private practice with a handful of other doctors and was doing rather well for herself. Kate liked to think it was her professionalism, openness, and intelligence that got her most of her patients. She genuinely did care, which is why she'd spent her entire residency and a good portion of her early career working at hospitals and non-profits. So that most likely helped a good deal, even if it meant that Kate was certainly putting her career first.

Which meant that certain... things slipped in her life. She hadn't exactly meant for them too, but she and Spencer just weren't... clicking. It didn't help that Kate kept insisting that she didn't want a baby yet and regularly took the shots that would stop that from happening. It probably also didn't help that they'd started scheduling their lovemaking, or that Kate had reluctantly accepted a rather impressive dildo from her friend Sam who insisted that it was realistic proportions (though Kate had only mostly rubbed against it a time or two). Things were... tense, but she was still doing alright overall. They loved each other, spent time together, and Kate certainly felt supported in her endeavors.

She felt confident enough to allow her nephew Andrew over for an entire summer. He was hitting that awkward transition into manhood phase, and his parents were concerned that something might be wrong with him. They'd figured it best that his aunt, who really only had about a decade or so on him, be near to keep an eye, like having a live-in physician would help. So far though, things had been downright pleasant. Sure, Kate thought she saw Andrew getting uncomfortable around her from time to time, but that could just be because she was his aunt or she looked like her (much older) sister or any number of reasons.

That it may have something to do with her looks hadn't even occurred to Kate. She knew she was what most would consider attractive: she owned a mirror, after all. When you were a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed girl who could've modeled to get through med school, you knew. Kate had actually leveraged her attractiveness for a while in college, working at one of those titty bars where she'd worn low cut shirts and the like (it's where she'd actually met Sam, who now managed something like that). But she also knew she was getting closer to thirty, and that things were starting to sag and she could almost feel her biological clock ticking. It did not help that the toy was looking more and more tempting.

Currently she wore a bikini she thought looked more cute on her than anything, though Sam had threatened her with an animal print one. The younger local girls made Kate nervous, but she could also tell that she made them just as uneasy, what with looking halfway decent (having a pool she regularly swam in helped) and being successful. But she'd also noticed that the girls, well, they weren't avoided Andrew, but he didn't seem to be getting near them either.

It was as he actively got out of the water and almost hurried away that Kate grew worried. She grabbed her own plate of food and just approached, plopping down next to him. "Hey, Andrew,' she said, smiling as she took a bite, unaware that some sauce had leaked through until it got on her fingers. She licked them as she looked. "Are you enjoying the party? We try to have these regularly, but this is definitely a bigger turnout then we usually get," she glanced around the pool, watching him with a careful side eye, blue eyes curious. "I think about half the girls here keep giving you the eye, some of the guys too," she let out a little laugh. "Rachel," she nodded at a cute brunette, "even asked how long you were staying for the summer."

Because her sister had said that there was some sort of tension or issue there. even now, Kate could tell that Andrew looked... uncomfortable, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out why.
 
Andrew glanced over at the presence that seated itself beside him and saw, to his semi-relief, that it was just his Aunt. Aunt Kate...probably the hottest woman currently in the backyard. He knew it was wrong to fantasize about her, to think of her in THAT sort of way, but how could he not? One glance at her perfect body and it'd have any mans blood boiling. She had just enough shape to her - just enough hips to grab onto, giving just enough definition to her shape to make her decidedly a woman without being overly curved. And that flat, toned stomach? HOT. Especially when paired with those just-right-sized breasts of hers. Andrew had eyed her as much as any other girl so far today, especially with the strategically placed flowers on her top.

He nearly choked on his burger as he found his eyes lingering on her body and she pointed out some obvious statements. "I, uh, yeah. Its nice meeting all your neighbors." He glanced over at Rachel - a girl he'd certainly enjoy hooking up with if not for the very obvious outcome that would lead to. And he was not interested in guys at the slightest. "Thats, uh, thats good I guess." He stuffed his mouth with the rest of his burger and chased it down with some of the soda he was drinking.

Nervously, he glanced around, then leaned in towards his Aunt, trying not to stare down at her breasts but not fully able to. "Aunty Kate? Uh, if I ask you something, can you promise not to tell mom or dad? I mean, its quite personal and private and, well, you're a doctor and all. So isn't there like doctor-patient confidentiality or something? Not that I am your patient or anything, but you know what I mean right?" When he got nervous, he tended to talk - a lot. He was almost stammering, but he was keeping his voice low. "Well, I mean, I think there is something wrong with me but I don't really know how to find out."
 
Was it awful that Kate almost wanted to laugh as Andrew choked? She could vaguely remember being a teenager; she'd been quite gangly and a little awkward then. She didn't know if it had helped or hurt that she'd been on both the basketball team and the honor roll. It had certainly helped when she'd fully developed, though she still found herself almost blowing past guys for a while (until she figured out the cute ones could be worth her time, particularly if she blew them in other ways; she may have saved herself for a few years into college, but she'd become a master at fellatio way before then).

"They're an okay bunch," she said, nodding her head. "I mean, if they weren't, we'd probably move. Would suck to lose the pool though," she gave him another smile and a bit of a wink, just in case he couldn't already tell she was joking. This was followed with another bite of her burger, and it really seemed like Kate couldn't quite keep the sauce or condiments on. Some leaked onto her fingers, but another dollop seeped out, hitting her top dangerously near one of the flowers. She let out a little noise, moving to wipe at it, shrugging.

Benefit of wearing a swimsuit, real easy to get that sort of thing off. Plus, Andrew clearly had something else on his mind. Being called "aunty Kate" made her feel every one of those twenty-nine years, but she kept a neutral expression, wanting to look like she was focused. Andrew was opening up to her, and she'd worked with enough nervous patients to know about how all that worked. Though she did almost laugh as he brought up doctor-patient confidentiality.

"Well, yeah, that does apply mostly to actual patients,' she said, bobbing her head. She leaned over to him. "But I think we can make an exception in this case, don't you?" She put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "You know you can share with me, right? I'm sure if there actually is anything wrong with you, we can deal with it. Plus I'm sure you've had quite a few 'adults,'" she did the quick air quote, "tell you that every teenager thinks that way. It's kinda true, but it's also the same bullshit answer we give teenagers when we don't know what we're talking about," she paused for a moment, before realizing: "Uh, let's not tell your mom I cursed in front of you, okay?"
 
Andrew couldn't help but watch where the sauce landed, or the subsequent movements of her hand to remove it from her bikini top. He wouldn't have minded leaning in and licking it from her top - Aunt or not, she had a killer body. At any rate, she was far easier to talk to than his own mother or father. He didn't know if that was because she was a doctor and had better practical experience with this sort of thing, or if it was because she was his Aunt that he only saw a few times a year at best (prior to this summer least).

"Thanks and yeah, your secret is safe with me." He never saw what the big deal with cursing was. It wasn't like he was 8 years old anymore. Cursing was part of his daily vocabulary of course, with his friends. Not they they cursed like sailors or anything, but it was just part of their language. He licked his fingers clean then used a napkin to wipe them clean before finishing the rest of his soda.

"So, uh, can we go somewhere a bit more private? I don't really want anyone else to overhear." Especially not any of the girls. His problem was quite personal and there were far too many people around that could over hear them if they had their conversation here.

It was certainly not a topic he felt comfortable bringing up with just anyone. But Doctor Kate, his Aunt, was probably the most logical person to talk to about it. Worse came to worse, she could recommend a doctor for him to see to get a proper examination. But she was as good a place to start as any.
 
Perhaps it was a bit silly to worry about cursing (about to be quite silly given the circumstances), but Kate had grown up with Andrew's mom being one of her big supervisors. When there was the age difference there; somewhere in the neighborhood of about a decade, then the "big sister" practically became a second mother. Not that she had to do that as much with Kate, who was usually good, but, well, there was still that bit. Plus sometimes Kate just didn't know quite how to act around a guy who was technically her nephew but wasn't, like, a little kid or anything.

Either way, she did pause as he mentioned being private. "Uh, I suppose we could?" she offered, frowning slightly. She could feel that sort of motherly concern rising, the same desire to help alleviate suffering and care for people rising that so often did for Kate. She set aside her partially eaten burger and meal, rising up to her feet. She tugged a bit on her swimsuit, feeling it having stuck slightly thanks to her sitting position, giving a little wiggle that made her breasts jiggle (not that she was overly aware of the fact). Another wipe of the last bits of sauce on her top, and she nodded to Andrew.

"So, uh, did you want to go in the house?" she asked, gesturing. "There's not a lot of people there. There's also the pool shed," she gestured toward it, before leaning over. "Don't worry, we fired the pool boy when we heard you were coming," she gave him another sly smile, elbowing him a little jokingly. They actually had been hiring a local kid to clean the pool regularly (and one who was regretting the fact that he wouldn't be regularly seeing Dr. Willer swimming again), but Kate had used the saved money of having Andrew do it as further support for letting him stay. not that Spencer would've put up that much fight.

Whichever way Andrew opted, his aunt would follow, keeping along, remaining mostly quiet, but still amiable. Curiosity niggled at her, but she didn't want to push, didn't want to come out and demand he tell her what was going on or try and explain. She could tell he wanted to say something, but that he needed room. That intuition usually worked to her benefit, and she was hoping it would do the same now.
 
"Uh, pool shed?" He suggests. He hadn't seen anyone go into it all day apart to get some floaties out of it - they were now in or around the pool. Inside the house, well, there was always the possibility some one would walk in on them or over hear. So the pool shed seemed the safest place to go. He couldn't help but let his eyes follow the jiggle of her breasts. Moving forward seemed like the best way to stop staring at her, so he took a few steps forward then looked over his shoulder making sure she was following him.

He weaved through the people in their way, bare feet padding on the concrete surface around the pool before stepping onto the grass to cover the small distance to the pool shed. The door was open and he stepped in. Apart from some pool hardware, there were just a few storage shelves in an otherwise open area, with a window on the back side, looking away from the pool.

He turned to face her once safely inside and the door was shut behind them. "So, I think I have a problem with my...you know...thing." He says, feeling the blush start to rise in his face. "I, uh, whenever I'm with a girl and they, uh...see it...or touch it...they freak out. I am no expert, but clearly something is wrong. But I don't know who to ask or, uh, show it too." His face turned even redder the more he spoke. "Do you think you, could, uh, look and see?"
 
It took all Kate had not to tease Andrew about picking the shed. She'd sneaked off there with Spencer a time or two, particularly early on in their purchase of the house. She'd also found at least one couple enjoying themselves in there, and while she'd told them off, it had been more because of a lack of protection than anything else. Kate liked to think she wasn't a prude. Still, it all meant that she made sure to knock on the door a little loudly, which may through her nephew off a bit. She didn't quite want to explain why, though she was sure he could probably guess to some reasons.

The inside was as simple as she remembered. She'd actually gone in and cleaned it up a little, reorganized the chemicals, made sure everything was in its tubs. There may also be a sort of mat nearby, ostensibly to help dry off or to stop from scuffing, but in reality there were almost knee-shaped indentations in it. Kate nearly flushed as she looked to, remembering how she'd coyly grabbed it the first time she'd sneaked in here with Spencer, right before demonstrating just how on point her blowjob game happened to be.

Best to ignore it for now, instead making sure the door was shut. She almost wanted to hang something on the handle, but she didn't want to embarrass Andrew. Besides, it wouldn't be all that awkward if someone walked in, would it?

Apparently it would. "Ah, well, by thing I'm assuming you mean your... penis?" she figured that was the safest term to use, given how many there were available. "There are certainly diseases and such that you could pick up, either from girls who aren't careful or just contact and the like. It's not that uncommon, particularly for a young man who's still figuring everything out. You are making sure to use protection, right?" She frowned slightly, eyes flicking, trying to remember if she'd followed through with the thought to stash a pack of condoms and if they were well stocked.

But there was that other question dangling there. Kate licked her lips shifting. "I mean, I'm not a specialist or anything..." she admitted, chewing her lip. "it's also more something you should talk with your own physician about..." she chewed the lip some more, meeting her nephew's gaze. Finally she let out a sigh. "I guess if you really want me to? I can't promise an expert opinion or anything..." unless he wanted her advice as an older woman; that she could give, but it didn't really sound like that was what he was looking for.
 
"Well, no...'cuz I've never...well, done that with a girl. Kinda hard to get that far when they freak out just touching or seeing it." His cheeks couldn't get any redder and his ears felt like they were on fire now. She really thought he was sexually active? If only! "Well, I don't exactly want to say - Hey, mom, can you schedule me an appointment with the doctor cus I think there is something wrong with my dick. I mean, I'd sooner die then say that!" His heart was certainly beating in his chest, hard and fast, now that he had laid it all out there for his Aunt to digest.

"You're the only person I know who has, uh, experience with this sort of thing. I mean, not that you're a slut or anything...but well, you know what I mean. Experienced. A lot more than me. And you're a doctor. So if anything is wrong, you should be able to at least confirm it and recommend a specialist or something." He blushed again. "Look...I'll just show it to you and you tell me what you think."

He turned his head to the side, avoiding looking at her, as he undid his swim shorts. He bit his lip and pulled them down, letting them drop around his ankles before he straightened up. He'd actually never been this naked in front of some one before - at least not since before he hit puberty. His Aunt was the first person to see him fully naked. And she'd get her first look at his cock.

Even flaccid, it didn't take an expert to tell that he was hung. His penis nestled in its sheath but was still thick and long, even if it was soft. His pubes were trimmed neatly around the base of his cock and lightly covered a pair of large balls that dangled down between his legs. He clenched and unclenched his hands repeatedly at his sides, preventing the urge to cover up in front of her.

After a long moment of silence, he spoke. "So...whats the bad news?"
 
There were several things Kate could've said in response to Andrew's stammering statement regarding his virginity. She could've pointed out that girls his age often got nervous about sex: they were sticking inside their bodies, and they hadn't learned just how well they were built to take it, after all. Or she could've pointed out that everyone did things in time. She mostly just went with "oh" for right now, letting Andrew get that and the next bit out. He definitely had a point there, and Kate found herself blushing slightly with sympathy.

The blushing flashed slightly with anger as he spoke about her "experience." Before she could ask just what his mother had told him, he corrected himself. Yes, Kate had slept with a few guys, but she could count her total number of partners on one hand, and one of those was the man she'd married (and stayed faithful to since... minus a certain toy). He at least recovered, and she nodded. "It'll be fine. I've seen them before, and I do regular checks on male patients too," she didn't add that about half to two thirds of said male patients often ended up stiffening up for her. She understood the basics, and often had to explain to men that it was just a reaction and that she was flattered. But she'd seen her share of semi-erect dicks, particularly when she got her delicate fingers on them.

yet she hadn't quite expected... this.

Kate had gone in anticipating that he had maybe genital warts or a rash, or that maybe his dick had a unique curve (she'd had a partner who was practically shaped like a banana; he'd hit wonderful spots in her the few times they'd slept together). But this was... Kate nearly wanted to bring her arm up to do a comparison. She couldn't help but think of some pornography she'd watched, both between partners and once with Spencer. Because Andrew's dick almost looked like that, and... was it already bobbing slightly?

"Well, ah, I don't think this is really bad news," she said, letting out a slight laugh. "It just seems that... you're significantly larger than average," she licked her lips before pursing them. "I mean, surely you've seen other guys in the lockerroom, right? The average male penis is about---" she held her hands out, indicating what she so often saw, around half a foot, maybe seven inches. "But you have a few inches more and---" she tilted her head to get an angle, "it's relatively, um, thick. So likely most girls are, ah, intimidated. They haven't figured out that the female body is made to take a lot of punishment..." she trailed off, remembering Sam talking about one guy that Kate had always thought looked far less attractive than her. Like, Sam was an eight on a bad day, usually a nine, and this guy had generously been a six. but Sam had held her hands out, indicating a size near Andrew's.

"Some women actually prefer, ah, larger genitals. It makes them feel... fuller," she nodded. Should she maybe touch it to figure out if everything was alright? She was pretty sure it was just a size thing. "Is it, ah, just the size that they mention? You haven't felt any deformities or anything, have you?" Was it awful that some part of her almost wanted to touch it? It just looked... impressive. He's your nephew, Kate! Control yourself!
 
Andrew blushed even more at her words and 'showing' of what big was. She could really tell all of that while he was soft and not aroused? Well, she did have more experience then him after all. She would know about such things. He quickly shook his head. He had never looked at other guys - he didn't like dudes - and rarely spent any time in the locker room. He always went to a stall if he had to change into different clothes and it involved getting naked.

He could almost feel her eyes burning into his member as she studied him. He quickly shook his head at her questions though. "I mean, they don't really say anything. I don't know how 'big' you think I am, I'm not even hard, but they've never mentioned anything about my 'size' before." He pursed his own lips together, looking down at what he assumed was a normal cock. "Maybe...I don't know...maybe whats wrong with it isn't apparent until I am hard?" He states, more a question to himself than anything. "I mean, they only freak out when its hard...which is obviously the only time they see and touch it." He sighed, feeling defeated.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter right now. I'm not hard and I only get hard making out with girls. I doubt a girl out there is going to want to come in here and make out with me in front of you, all so I can get hard and have you look at it." He let out a deep breath. "Thanks for looking. I guess I will need to go see a guy-doctor about it or something." He bent down, reaching for his shorts.
 
What was she supposed to tell him? That she'd seen literally dozens if not outright hundreds of dicks between her job and her social life, so she had a good eye when it came to this sort of thing? She didn't technically need to see a man fully erect to understand his size. And she could tell that he was at least twitching a little, though she supposed it may have to do with them discussing. Teenage boys were supposed to be rather horny, and Kate could certainly remember needing to hold off her boyfriends at that age.

Was it possible that the issue only came out when he was erect? Kate pursed her lips, considering while Andrew worked through it. That probably just meant it was at its fullest size, which, again, had to be rather impressive. There was a chance there was something else involved. Like, maybe he leaked something when fully aroused, or his blood vessels weren't functioning properly, or it turned an unusual color. Those clinical thoughts were sort of squashed as Andrew mentioned getting a girl to make out with, which had Kate nearly snorting a laugh.

"I'm sorry, it's not---well, it's not that funny, really, but, ah, I'm pretty sure we could get a girl who would be interested. Like I said," she waved toward the party, "girls were looking, and some were asking," she took a deep breath, wondering. She really should recommend he see another physician, maybe a male one, but, well, she did feel slightly insulted by the insinuation that she couldn't figure this out because of her gender. Plus it had taken quite a bit to even get Andrew to tell her about this. What more would it take for him to volunteer to see another doctor?

"oh no, we are not avoiding this," she said, shaking her head. "I know teenage boys: you'll just hide or sulk or something. You should be learning about your body anyway," she pursed her lips again, considering. "There are certainly other ways of getting it hard. I'm sure I don't have to tell you," she tapped her hand against her side. "Maybe you could just look out the window? There's a lot of pretty girls wearing swimsuits out there. And if that doesn't do it, you could always touch it. I can just look away or something," she rolled her blue-green eyes, "not that I haven't seen plenty of male genitals before. I didn't just buy the whole 'doctor' part of the name."
 
Andrew blushed again and paused, almost ready to pull up his shorts. Her suggestions might work if he was alone, but in her presence? It felt too much like a creep. And what girl would want to do that sort of thing with his Aunt watching? The thought of that was kind of hot though - if things were in a normal circumstance - but that was too much of being johnny-on-the-spot.

He shook his head. "I don't think I could...touch it...in front of you. I've never, uh, done that sort of thing before. Not in front of anyone." He bit his lip again, trying to figure something out, especially since she seemed determined to help him.

"I, uh, could...uh...kiss you?" He suggests. "I mean, if thats okay? That way it can get...hard...and you can look at it? And no one else would have to get involved." Which was the problem getting a girl in here...hey, make out with this dude who has something wrong with his dick so he can get aroused and have his Aunt look at it and reveal his dick is broken! That sounded wonderful!

The thought of making out with his Aunt, though, did make his cock stir ever so slightly. A sudden rush of blood to the area, making his limp cock lengthen just a little, his balls churning together just a little more.
 
The shyness was almost cute, though Kate had to wonder if he wasn't lying to her. Mutual masturbation was often one of the first sexual things couples did, particularly at that age. She'd even done it with a girlfriend or two, just to see what it was like (not too bad, actually). But she definitely didn't want to push him any further than she already was. It was quite obvious that he was uncomfortable, in more ways than one. Best to let him figure out how he wanted to do this and more or less go along.

At least, that's what she thought. His suggestion actually had her flushing a little ,letting out a slightly nervous laugh. "Andrew, I'm... I'm flattered, really, but I'm your aunt, remember? Your mom's sister?" she let out another nervous laugh, not helped by the fact that her gaze flicked down to the admittedly impressive member. Had it... had it twitched? Was he seriously turned on by Kate? With all those attractive teenage girls just right outside the window? It was flattering, sure, but also a little unnerving, since he was her nephew and all.

Then again, it wasn't like he was asking her to stroke him or, God forbid, get the pad out and start sucking away. For just a moment though, Kate's mind drifted to just that, imagining herself being almost determined, kneeling down, placing one hand on his cock while her mouth kissed and licked him into full hardness. He'd certainly stretch her jaw, maybe even make her choke if he got all nervous or excited. What would he even taste like?

No, no, she definitely couldn't do that. But a kiss, now that sounded relatively chaste, all things considered. Kate bit her lip, almost worrying it while she considered. "What kind of kiss we talking?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. It was a slightly possessive, almost business-like gesture that she was used to making, but it also meant that she unconsciously pushed her breasts up a little, the two perfectly perky orbs threatening to spill out a little, and definitely filling out the flowers.
 
It was a good thing Andrew was already red in the face as he would have turned even redder now as she 'questioned' what type of kiss. He felt a little sweaty all of a sudden. The movement of her arms drew his attention back to those perfect orbs of hers and his cock swelled just a fraction more. Nothing resembling semi-hardness, but clearly something was starting to go on down there.

"I know. It'd, uh, it'd just be one time. Just for, uh, science? So you can see me, uh, hard." He was panicking a little. Did he try and back out or go through with it? "You know, just pretend for a few moments you're a girl my age, that you're interested in me. Recreate the scenarios where the problem arises?" He hadn't intended to make a pun of it with his words but he realized as soon as he said them just how they could be interpreted.

"I mean, no one would know and it'd all be to see whats wrong, right? Unless you think you can get some one discrete in here to make out with your nude nephew while you examine his cock?" And he was getting a little bit frustrated too. He thought his Aunt would be able to help him with his problem but it was looking more and more like she wouldn't be able to help him.
 
Just pretend they were roughly the same age? What would an eighteen year old Kate do if she found a guy packing that much heat who she also happened to be interested in?

...

Probably freak out?

Kate pursed her lips as she thought on it, noting that he'd pointed out that it would technically be recreating the scenario. Technically speaking he got aroused when kissing girls, so they should repeat the same sort of circumstance that led to that condition so she could see it. Scientifically that would replicate the same symptoms, or at least it should. But did it make sense, or was she just rationalizing or something? But what would she have to rationalize? Yes, Andrew was handsome, but he was also younger, and, again, her nephew.

"No, I don't think I could just go out there and, like, suggest someone come in for an experiment like that..." she said, looking outside, licking her lips. "Well, maybe Sam, but, uh, that would probably just make things more awkward," she was almost tempted to go ask her more gregarious friend for advice in this. It felt like if she didn't go through with this, then she would be breaking Andrew's trust along with not figuring out the issue.

"Okay, so, we should probably establish some ground rules then," she said, nodding. Her hands moved as she started ticking: "You can kiss me like you would normally kiss an attractive girl. Just pretend I'm actually hot or something," she gave him a slight wink, trying to indicate that she might have been compliment fishing a little. "I guess we can maybe have a little tongue if you think you need to..." she trailed off, trying to remember what her previous things with guys had been. Mostly them trying to inhale her tongue. "And no biting," she said, fighting a slight flush. She wasn't about to tell him that rule was there because she didn't want to get turned on. Having a guy nibble her lips just felt great, something Spencer took full advantage of whenever he wanted a quickie. (Guy should try going down on her more, maybe she'd fuck him more often).

"If that's good, then... sure, I guess we can try it," another pause. "Definitely don't tell your mom. Just... not about..." she gestured in a circle around them, "any of this."
 
He let out a more pleasant breath of air as she started to agree with him. When did people kiss without tongue though? Well, apart from kissing on the cheek of course. But making out always meant tongue. Maybe not in her day though. He had to stifle a chuckle at the thought, letting out a muffled squeak instead. Luckily, she kept going through her list. Part of him was intrigued by who Sam was. He assumed Sam was a SHE and not a HE and vaguely recalled his mother mentioned a Sam - something about staying away from the Harlot - but that could be explored later.

"I can agree to that...and don't have to do any pretending..." He responded, eyes going wide as he realized he had just admitted to finding her being attractive. "I, uh, lets start?" He suggests, shuffling forward least he trip over his own shorts that were wrapped haphazardly around his ankles. He shuffled until he was in arms reach of her, reaching out to steady himself by holding onto her hips.

It caused another flood of blood to rush to his loins, his hands on that tight, toned body. He felt his heart beating between his ears now and he slowly leaned in towards her, until his lips pressed against hers. With his eyes closed, it was very easy to pretend she wasn't his Aunt, or a woman a decade+ older than him. Relying just on touch and feel, she could easily out do any girl his age he had hooked up with.

His lips pressed against hers softly at first, then when he found her more accepting, he pressed and held them against her before pressing his tongue into her mouth. His hands slide up, to her waist, feeling more of her under his touch, more blood coursing down to his loins - his cock now growing to a semi-hard state.
 
Yep, there was the compliment Kate had sort of been fishing for. She let out a slightly nervous laugh, knowing he was probably just saying that because she'd been fishing for it. Like any guy wanted to kiss his aunt if he had a choice. He even seemed a little awkward, though that could just be his age or the situation just in general. Kate's eyes drifted to his member for just a moment, wondering if even the suggestion would be enough to get him at least partially aroused.

She'd been so focused below that she'd almost missed the above. Kate gave a little jump as she felt his hands on her hips, mouth opening to protest but... well, you didn't say no touching. You really should have said that, but you didn't. Oh well, a little touching wouldn't hurt. He'd find her more or less soft, rather feminine, with only the lightest of hairs on her (she'd actually recently waxed her pubic hairs because of this very party, with only a little bikini triangle beneath). At least his touch was gentle.

As were his lips. Kate forced herself to hold still, to more or less let him kiss her instead of trying to participate too actively. Yet she found that a little hard, as he was remarkably insistent for his age, pressing against her. She felt his tongue sliding in, pushing inside her mouth without much encouragement. The blonde woman let out a slight little cry, stiffening for a moment but, well, again, she hadn't said no to this. In fact, this had kind of been expected.

At the same time, when was the last time she'd had someone stick their tongue in her mouth like that? Andrew just did it without thinking, finding hers and moving it in a way that made her naturally kiss back. She found herself sliding into old habits, moving her lips against his, tongue rising up to meet his, swirling and dueling a little. Some of that skill started to show as she kissed, reflex taking over for a few moments. She nearly shivered as she felt him running his hands along her body, teasing her sides. Her breath caught as he settled near her waist. What teenage boy knew to aim for places besides the chest and sex? He probably just did that on accident, trying to get his hands to do something but not touch "forbidden zones." But there was something to that gentle touch which excited Kate more than she cared to admit.
 
As she kissed him back, he quickly forgot what they were doing and why, even who with. Her body was exquisite against his hands, which started to roam up and down her sides. He wiggled his tongue against hers as she started to press hers back, Aunt lewdly making out with her own Nephew. With each passing moment, each flick of the tongue, each inch of her skin he touched, his cock grew and hardened.

He leaned into her more and more, warming to what they were doing in a very pleasant way. He didn't even think about the fact she hadn't mentioned anything about touching her. He shouldn't need to have been told, but he did anyways. One hand sank to rest on her hip once more while the other moved up until he felt the fabric of her top press against that bridge between his thumb and forefinger, very much on the verge of cupping a feel.

At the same time, well lost now, his hand on her hip slid around to rest on that firm, round ass of hers. It pulled their bodies closer together, that monstrously hard cock now pressing into her lower belly. If she let him, his hand up top moved the rest of the up to grope her breast firmly.
 
That tongue could move, and so did those hands. For a few moments, Kate felt like she was eighteen again, tucked away in a little nook and kissing a cute boy who knew what he was doing. Her tongue twisted and twirled right back, moving along with him, swapping spit in the most literal of senses. It wasn't until she heard the wet smack of their lips that she realized quite what she was doing. Flushing, Kate tried to at least still herself, to just let herself be kissed instead of encouraging it i any way. given that his hands kept moving, that was a bit harder than she expected.

But he was clearly getting into it. That threw her off a little; she couldn't quite figure out why. She had to be too old for him, and there was the whole related thing. But he kissed her like he was desperate to do something more. And his hands were heading straight for areas that she really should've said were off limits. one teased her hips, finding where they curved ever so delicately. She could feel another going forward, creeping up her mostly bared body and heading toward her chest.

Her breath caught as another hand cupped her ass. The bikini didn't fully cover it, though it came close enough for public viewing. A little tugging and some of the soft skin would be bared, enough to show off the obvious tan lines, those moments where the sun kissed tanned skin gave way to a slightly paler shade. She felt him sinking into the plush flesh of her ass, yanking, pulling their bodies close.

and there it was: his impressive dick. It stretched upward, crammed between them, with just her bikini to separate. Kate swore she could feel the thing arching up past her navel, and for a moment, she couldn't help but wonder what that would feel like inside. The thing had to punch nearly to the womb. Was it even fully hard yet? No wonder girls freaked out about it, particularly if it was out like this. God, a virgin would probably sprint for the door and---

Kate let out a yelp as his hand touched her breast, pulling back a little. "Okay, ah, that's probably enough, right?" she managed, her voice quick, a little higher pitched than she'd normally want. They had definitely gone just a little too.. far there.
 
Andrew opened his eyes, hand still on her breast, locked in a gentle squeeze of his Aunts perk mound. His other hand rested firmly against her ass, even as she leaned away from him, his hard cock rubbing pleasantly against her. His eyes were half lidded with lust for a few moments more before he came back to himself. His eyes widened and he quickly pulled his hand from her breast and his other from her ass. He took a step back, nearly tripping over his shorts, but she was right. It had certainly been enough.

His cock was rock hard, pointed and resting against her despite the small gap between them. 10 solid inches of hard cock. Its head peeked from its protective sheath, a thick vein pulsing along its length. Some of his shyness had been forgotten for a few long moments, but now his Aunt was staring at his erect cock.

"I, uh, yeah." He responds, clearly aroused by what they had been doing. Clearly eager to have continued, to have done more with her. "I, uh, I guess its in its state that girls freak out over. So is there anything wrong with it?"

Visually, the only thing wrong with it was that it was so damn big. As he pulled a little further away from her, its sheer length and size caused it to bend downwards, towards the floor, despite being fully erect. There was an ever so slight curve to it and it seemed thickest in the middle.
 
Okay, so this was the... issue state, as it were. Kate nodded, taking a step back and trying to ignore the slight flush she felt. At least she hadn't gotten quite aroused enough to show any other signs; her bikini wouldn't exactly provide the best cover if her nipples started hardening or, worse yet, she got a little wet. That slight flush was more than enough as far as she was concerned, and some part of her couldn't believe she'd even done that much. Honestly, she was way older than seventeen and had no excuse. Maybe she should try and wrangle Spencer later.

For now, she studied the cock, trying not to gasp or start drooling. The thing looked just too good to be allowed, really. Long, thick, hard, and with just the slightest hint of a curve. The thing should hit nearly every spot inside a woman and then some. Despite herself, Kate found her tongue wetting her lips for just a moment. No, no, she had to think clinically, as a doctor and as Andrew's trusted aunt.

Which meant she studied it, bending down a little to get a better look. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. "it really does just look, ah, big, and... a little well shaped, actually," she wasn't even sure the condoms she'd thought about stashing here would've fit this thing anyway. Once more she was tempted to use her arm as a guide, but at least she had some practice estimating length. It was shy of a foot, she knew that much, but not by much. Maybe... nine, ten inches? Somewhere in there?

"I don't see anything wrong with it," she concluded. Her lips pursed, and she straightened. "Do you feel anything unusual in it? Any bumps or anything along those lines? How's, ah, your discharge?" she flushed slightly at that. Kate didn't just mean semen, but she knew that was exactly where both their minds were likely to go.
 
His Aunt bending down towards it was the closest a girl had ever come to it with her face. He shrugged his shoulders at her question. Everything felt and seemed normal to him, of course. He only had one cock so didn't really have anything to compare it with. "Ah, as far as I know? But i've never touched another cock or anything, so what may seem normal for me might not be normal?"

He did feel a bit relieved though. There didn't seem to be anything visually wrong with him. Though, the sight of it had sent some girls running. And his Aunt did call him big once more. So he shrugged his shoulders once more.

"If you need to, you can, uh, touch it. To give it a proper exam? I mean, you've got more experience with what feels normal than I do." He didn't mention anything about discharge. There was only one way to see that and that was to make him cum - it was bad enough being naked and hard in front of her, he didn't think he'd be able to jerk off for her. He wasn't quite that aroused yet, at least.
 
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