FRIDAY — LATE JUNE
"God, why does your whole family think they have a right to move in with us every summer?" Dwayne complained through a mouth stuffed full of food.
He looked closer to fifty than his actual thirty-five years did my fat, balding husband. Watching his jaws chewing like a cow's cud I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the thin, funny boy I had fallen in love with so long ago.
"Daddy owns the farm, or have you forgotten?" I asked sarcastically. "Remember, he lets us live here, rent free."
"We still have to pay the electricity, the garbage, the cable, the water," he mumbled between bites.
"It's not all summer anyway; Daddy and sis are only here for a week," I answered with a whine, still angry my family weren't staying longer.
"Yeah, but we'll have that nerdy, city boy with us all summer," he spat out as a fat dollop of thick gravy slid down his chin and dropped onto his shirt.
"Mandy said Jimmy junior has really grown up in he last year. She says he's turned into a real man."
"Doesn't like NASCAR, can't fish worth shit, doesn't like guns; he's a little twerp."
"He's taller than his grampa now. Mandy told me he's all of a sudden got ten girls chasing him wherever he goes."
"I thought wonder boy spent all his time studying and playing with his computer. That momma's boy won't know what to do with his dick if he ever grows one."
"DWAYNE! And you better be nice to everyone or else."
"Or else what?"
"Oh, and by the way Mr. Dwayne Prentice, I've decided to finally buy a computer and Mandy promised that Jimmy would teach me to use it."
"You don't need a computer honey," he complained, "sheeit, you already waste enough time with your little pots."
"My little pots! Screw you, you bastard" I bristled, "you know we make a lot of money with my pottery."
"What's for dessert?" he asked laughing.
Even after twelve years of marriage he's still capable of pulling my chain, of pissing me off, I thought, as I lay seething in bed later that night. I had first seen Dwayne Prentice when I was a fifteen year old freshman at Conway High, a naïve schoolgirl who was instantly taken by the handsome, older first baseman for the visiting Florence team.
He turned out to be nineteen. Why he had even talked to me that day I'm not sure. He said later that I was the cutest girl he'd ever seen, that he'd decided to marry me after he'd seen me stand and cheer for one of the Conway boys.
"Yer hair was so pretty honey," he'd say laughing. "Thought you were an angel."
He came right over after the game. Right up to me! All my school chums were amazed. He spent a half hour with me before their bus arrived to take them home. He didn't talk to any of the junior or senior girls that were hanging around, listening to his every word. Of course I fell in love!
I got his address, telephone number. Wrote him. Wrote him gushy girl teenager's letters. I didn't see him again for a year. Then he drove over the next summer and took me on a real date. I think Dad was more bemused by the whole thing than anything else.
I was sixteen and he asked me to marry him as the sun set over the Atlantic as we sat on a blanket on Myrtle Beach. "Not this year, I know you're too young, but after you finish high school, when you're ready," he added quickly.
I would've married him that day!
But, on a beautiful summer day three years later, under a canopy by the pond on our farm, I did finally marry my Dwayne. A tall, blond, nineteen year old virgin, with absolutely no experience with men, let alone sex, was driven away by her handsome new husband to a cabin in the mountains.
Even today looking back, it's hard to blame Dwayne. Any other half-way aware girl would have realized exactly who he was after dating him just once. I just didn't know any better! He was one of those good old boys who love beer and fishing, who'd drive twelve hours through the night to see Dale drive, and who'd spend night after night playing cards as he drank beer with his buddies.
He loved me and was more than happy with me as his wife. He just didn't have much of a sex drive. Oh, he'd make love to me, seemed to enjoy it some, was proud other men thought me beautiful, but...
But even at twenty-four he was happy to do it once a week or every two weeks, that's all he needed to satisfy himself. And maybe, maybe if I'd got pregnant, had had two or three children I would have been happy, would have settled into a family life.
I didn't. We didn't. And slowly over ten years Dwayne got fatter and fatter and I got unhappier and unhappier. The only thing that kept me going was my Pottery and my summers with my sister Amanda and her son Jimmy. And Mandy was only staying for a week this year!
Daddy had flown up to Savannah and Mandy's house on Friday and they had leisurely driven up here Saturday, arriving in the afternoon after a stop for lunch.
At first I thought Jimmy junior was Dad when he climbed from the car, and I had rushed right into his arms with the words 'oh Daddy' on my lips before I realized this was my nephew.
"Oh my gawd, Jimmy?" I squealed as I hugged him. "Look at you! Mandy, what have you done to this boy?"
He grinned sheepishly as I kissed him, finally retreating from my arms as he said, "hi Aunt Chris and then turned to shake Dwayne's hand, who seemed stunned by the sight of the six foot plus tall boy in front of him.
"Jesus, your Auntie told me you'd grown boy, but sheeit, I didn't expect... ," he stammered.
We spent the rest of the afternoon, dinner, all evening, doing what any family does after coming together after a long separation; we talked and laughed and ate and drank, gosh even Jimmy junior had a couple of beers, and then we all went to bed both tired and happy.
"He's becoming a man, it seems just yesterday that," I started wistfully as Mandy and I sat together on the deck, watching Jimmy junior and Dad standing side by side talking on the other side of the pond.
"I can't believe he's so tall. I mean he was four inches shorter than me the last time I saw him. Now he's four inches taller..."
"He's six-two. He insisted that Dad stand back to back with him yesterday, that I measure them, tell them who was the tallest," Mandy laughed, "Father was mad when I told him Jimmy was a good inch taller, wanted me to measure them again, wouldn't believe it."
"Daddy's still as competitive as ever I guess," I said, as we both remembered a hundred incidents from our youth when Daddy just had to prove he was best at something.
"Daddy will never change will he?" Mandy asked.
"Jimmy's handsome too. Just like Dad. Gosh, the girls will soon be chasing him," I added, wondering where the years had gone.
"Soon! Hell, my house has been overrun lately by every sixteen to nineteen year old female within five miles."
"He's eighteen Chris, and he's got all those teenage male hormones making him crazy. What do you think?"
"And he's big, very big," Mandy added in a sexy whisper.
"Beeeeeeeeeeegg," Mandy added giggling, holding her hands about a foot apart. "As big as Daddy."
"How big... what do you mean Daddy," I started and then blushed as Mandy's meaning slowly penetrated my brain. "His penis, their penises?" I gasped. "How do you know how big Daddy's penis is?" I demanded, shocked even to be thinking about my Father's genitals.
"Haven't you ever wondered why all those women go out with Daddy? I mean last winter when we were down visiting him in Miami, cripes, everywhere we went women knew him. And I don't mean women his age, these weren't retirees, these were good looking girls our age."
"Well Daddy's handsome, intelligent, and a good talker, and pretty rich," I started, but was simply met by Mandy shaking her head while she continued to hold her hands apart.
"He has a beeeg penis Chris," she said still laughing, "and so does Jimmy, hung like horses, both of them. I'm sure Jimmy's already slept with five or six girls."
"JIMMY?" I screeched, completely stunned.
"Ssshhhh, they're coming," Mandy hushed.
"Do you want something Aunt Chris?" Jimmy asked as he and his granddad walked towards us.
"No, sorry honey," I said as my eyes quickly darted from my nephews bathing suit to my fathers. "Maybe you should go up and see how Dwayne's doing with the BBQ."
"You'll see," Mandy warned softly as we walked slowly back towards the house, trailing the men who'd rushed off at the mention of food. "Wait til you see what Jimmy wears when he's doing his swimming laps. God, it's smaller than my bikini bottoms and its gotta hold a big fat sausage," she said giggling, clearly proud of her sons large cock.
"But will he wear it here?"
"Do you remember when we used to skinny dip together?" she asked, changing the subject. "I used to get so excited thinking someone might see us," she finished laughing.
Of course I remembered, and as we walked up the dusty path, thoughts of Mandy and I playing as children as girls, flooded my mind.
Jimmy ordered high speed, internet cable service on Tuesday, insisting that it was essential to his sanity. "I'm going to be here eight weeks," was his implacable answer to Dwayne's protest. "Besides, Aunt Chris is going to have a computer too, we need it."
"Can't we just use the phone?" Dwayne wheedled.
"It's not expensive Uncle Dwayne; they just add it to your cable bill."
"But," Dwayne started.
"I'll pay," I interrupted, "You go and order it Jimmy."
Wednesday I saw Jimmy in his little 'speedo' racing suit for the first time. Mandy hadn't lied! Dad and Mandy and I were sitting by the pond, talking as Jimmy did lap after lap across the hundred yard wide pond.
"My God, he's got bigger there too," Dad said chuckling when Jimmy finally got out of the water and started walking towards us.
"Daddy," I hissed.
"Well look Chris, I mean shit, you can't miss much when he's wearing that little thing. He looks almost as well hung as his granddad," he said proudly.
"Ssshhh Daddy, he'll hear your," Mandy whispered as she giggled. "And Daddy, Jimmy was taller than you. Remember?"
As Jimmy stood talking to us for minute after minute I couldn't help but look, my eyes drawn again and again to the clearly defined shaft, to the thick ridge, to the round head. Fuck, how big is it when hard I asked myself, gosh, he's bigger soft than Dwayne is at his hardest.
"You gotta get your son a new suit honey," Dad ordered Mandy after Jimmy had walked up to the house, "Its embarrassing, I could see the goddam veins on his cock through that one. Looks like a fag/"
"DADDY!" I protested.
"It's true! He gets a hard-on and that little thing won't hold half of him."
"That's just what they wear for their training Daddy; normally he wears surfer shorts when he's with his friends."
"God, those little teenyboppers see him like that they'll rape the poor boy. And what about Christine's proper southern matron ladies, they'll..."
"Daddy stop," Mandy said laughing, "he's just a boy still. Besides, you're embarrassing poor Chrissie here."
"Are you embarrassed honey?" he asked as he patted my knee. "Hell, she's married Mandy. Once you've seen one, you've seen them..."
Both of them were laughing as I tried to stop the blush from exploding across my face, but I couldn't believe how casually my sister and dad had talked about sex.
I dreamed of giant, thrusting penises that night — 'Scouries' penises. Oh god!
The cable company arrived Thursday morning and within a half-hour Jimmy had us in the twenty-first century. "It's a wireless setup Aunt Chris," the enthusiastic teen explained, "now all we have to do is order your computer and we both can be online at the same time."
"Where can we buy one? I'm sure Conway doesn't have a store that sells them. Should we go to Myrtle Beach?" I asked.
"We're not buying golf clubs," my exasperated nephew said sarcastically, "we'll buy it on line tonight."
After dinner all of us gathered around Jimmy as he logged onto the Dell site. Even Dad and Dwayne gave their advice as we collectively decided on screen size, and ram, and hard disc capacity, and programs, and who knows what else. "It's coming Monday," Jimmy finally announced. "And you also get a printer and a camera thrown in as part of the deal," he added proudly.
"Just like that? That's all we have to do?" I asked wonderingly. "Thank you sweetie, I never could have done it without you," I said as I hugged him and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.
Even Dwayne was impressed, and graciously conceded that, "you sure know computers boy. I'll bet you could help us down at the office."
He then proceeded to set me up an e-mail address and then sent me my first e-mail. It's weird, it was addressed to chrissiescouries (we finally had to settle on my maiden name, there were simply too many Prentices) @yahoo.com and it simply said 'Aunt Chrissie is the best, luv u Jimmy', but I felt a thrill when I opened it, knowing I had finally arrived in the future.
Mandy and Dad and even Dwayne then sent me e-mails — god, I was so popular and proud. "Wait," warned Amanda, "once they find you you'll be hearing about every gimmick in the world."
"Yes, every sexual enhancement product in the world," Dad said laughing.
"Do you need help Dad?" Mandy teased father as Dwayne explained the world of spam and penis enlargement e-mails to me.
Jimmy showed me how to send e-mails and some of the other tricks and then they couldn't get me off the computer. Even Jimmy finally went to bed, although I could see he was worried leaving his valuable machine in the hands of his non-techno Aunt.
My first official e-mail was sent at about one-thirty in the morning to jimmyscouries@; I was too giddy to be thinking straight; 'thank you honey for being so kind to your stupid old aunt. i'll try to make it up to you... you're so sweet... and handsome... i'm going to owe you big time... all the pies and cakes you want... and trips to the beach... i promise to be your obedient slave auntie for the summer... i'll be nice to all your little girlfriends... your moms so lucky... ah, if I was only eighteen again... sigh... luv ya... chrissie xoxox.'
I shouldn't have sent it I admonished myself as I tried to sleep. God, what'll he think of me? I'm acting like a fifteen year old. But as I fell asleep it was the bulge in that little red bathing suit that was the only thing I could think of.
Friday the four of us drove to Myrtle Beach for the day; swan and talked, took pictures, laughed, had fun...
When I checked my e-mail late that night there was one new message. It was from jimmy: 'u r all i'd ever want... what little girlfriends?... LUV U xoxoxox
What are you getting yourself into you idiot, I asked myself as I lay naked between the sheets. He's so young, he's your nephew!
"I'm going to miss you, I only seem to really have fun when you're around," I told Mandy as we sat alone down by the pond late Saturday afternoon, her week with me almost up.
"Me too. I wish I didn't have to take this course this summer. I'll be back the last week of August though."
"I love you."
"How are you and Dwayne honey? We haven't talked... I know it's not"
"I'm going to leave him."
"WHAT! You've finally decided? Have you told him?"
"No! I'm going to wait, til after the summer, September maybe... maybe when you come back we can talk, you can give me some advice..."
"Are you worried about what Dwayne will do?"
"No, I think he'll be happier than I to finish it. As soon as he gets over it he'll realize it's best for both of us."
"Good. I'm so happy you decided," Mandy said as she leaned over and hugged me, then kissed me on the lips. "And you'll have Jimmy with you all summer at least. That is if he doesn't run off with one of those little strumpets that were chasing him today," she added, referring to three little Conway girls that had materialized at the farm earlier in the day.
"Even Dwayne was impressed by those young girls. Are these girls more developed, more wild than we were at their age?" I started to ask before remembering.
I blushed when Mandy said, "Jimmy's eighteen and I'm only thirty-five little sister."
"Oh God, I didn't mean,"
"Hey Chrissie, just so you know, I love you too my beautiful little sister." The tears were falling down both our cheeks when taking my arm she said, "Now let's go and have a quick skinny dip before dinner."
"What! No way," I giggled as Mandy pulled her top over her head. "They'll see us," I said pointing back to the house.
"Jimmy's gone with the girls to town," she laughed, her full breasts bouncing, "and Daddy and Dwayne?... shit, neither of them can see twenty yards with the beer they've been drinking."
We laughed and shouted and giggled and hugged for twenty minutes before we ran laughing naked from the water, girls again. "I wish you'd come live with me," I whispered as we toweled off.
"What was all the noise down there," Dwayne asked as we sashayed into the yard a few minutes later wrapped in towels.
"We went skinny dipping," boasted Mandy, "if you boys hadn't been so interested in your beer and the baseball game..."
"Sheeeeeit!" we heard from my husband as we darted through the door.
And a couple of hours later, as we all sat around the dinner table, when Daddy informed his grandson in vivid detail of how he'd missed his Aunt and Mom cavorting naked in the pond, I thought my nephew was going to have a heart attack.
"You did what?" he screeched at both of us, "But... why'd you do it when I wasn't there?"
"Yeah Jimmy, while you were running after those little teenyboppers, you granddad and I had a show of our own, sexiest thing I ever saw," Dwayne added leering.
Sis and Dad left Sunday, Mandy off to her seven week creative writing course in Colorado and Dad off to Greece with a 'friend', although he never would admit the age of this 'friend' or where he had met her.
"Remember Dad, you're not getting any younger," I teased as a parting shot. "You are sixty-six."
"HEY! It arrived," yelled out jubilantly broke me out of my reverie.
"Jimmy!," I gasped when I looked up and saw my nephew standing in front of me dressed only in a pair of white boxers.
"It's here Aunt Chris. When did it come? Why aren't you computing away? Why are you sitting here with dirty hands?" he asked rapid fire, grinning wildly.
"I've been waiting two hours for you to wake sleepyhead," I smiled back. "I was afraid to open it without you, I got so nervous I came in here and started to work," I explained as I held my clay covered hands up.
"You should have wakened me," he insisted.
"You were snoring when I looked in," I said with a little smirk. "And it looked like you left your pj's at home," I added with a sly grin.
"I was?" he said blushing and I knew that he was wondering what I'd seen, was wondering just how much of his body had been covered when his Aunt had peeked in.
"Yup." He'd been naked, lying on his stomach when I'd entered, I'd watched for second after second before finally retreating, his bare, white ass, his hard buns, drawing my eyes even as I fled.
"Well, let's go now Chrissie, but you better get washed up first," he near ordered as he pulled me up from my chair and pushed me towards the door.
"It is your name isn't it," he asked tentatively, unsure of his boldness now as I looked into his eyes. "I mean you don't mind, do you?" he stammered, "I'm sorta an adult now, I don't want to call you Auntie the rest of my life."
"Well, I guess. Seeing you're my computer man this summer," I conceded as I quickly enfolded him in my sticky arms and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Yeckkkk," he protested my gooey hands, but he was smiling now; relieved he'd got away with it. "Now c'mon my beautiful Chrrrissieeeee," he said with a soft, luring emphasis, "let's get this computer rolling."
"Well Mr. Adult, maybe you better get cleaned up and dressed while I'm washing."
"I'm dressed," he laughed as he leapt away from me, his penis, his balls, dancing wildly under the thin cotton.
"In this house we don't consider wandering around in your underwear dressed young man," I said in my most serious voice.
"You better tell Uncle Dwayne then, God, I ran into him in the kitchen late last night and all he had on were a pair of pale blue jockey shorts with a big hole in the rear."
"He did not!" I insisted firmly, while knowing it had probably happened, another one of Dwayne's midnight raids on the fridge.
"It was an ugly sight Auntie," were his last laughing words before he fled.
'BOYS', I thought as a quiver of excitement flooded into every nerve in my body.
The next two days we circled each other warily, somehow both of us sensing what was to happen, scared...
I did my pottery in the morning while he slept; Jimmy never seemed to rise before eleven. "I was on the computer til three-thirty," he'd explain when he'd finally wander downstairs, invariably only in his boxers, his 'equipment' all too clear to my wandering eyes.
We'd swim after he'd given me another lesson on the new computer. I don't know which was worse (or better); the two hours sitting in front of the screen, his arm across the back of my chair gently touching me while our thighs pressed warmly together, or watching him by the pond as he sat next to me clad in his almost see through suit.
He had a teenage boys hunger and desire and I knew he couldn't help himself, couldn't stop from trying to impress his older aunt.
"You've got a great tan," he'd said out of the blue Tuesday while I lay on my stomach next to him, still wet from a recent swim.
I sat almost paralyzed when I felt his fingers calmly brush the damp droplets from my back. "You need some sunscreen," he whispered, and then I felt a cool drop of cream fall onto my shoulder.
"No, I'm okay," but almost whimpered as his strong hands massaged the white liquid over my shoulders.
He undid my strap, my "Jimmy!" hardly fazed him as he slowly caressed. Trembled when I felt his fingers slide over my sides and just momentarily touch the side of my breasts.
"Do you sunbath naked Chrissie?" he asked suddenly as his hands slid towards my bum.
"No! Now that's enough young man. Do up my strap please."
I snuck a peek over at him when he'd sat back down and couldn't help but see the tenting erection. Daddy'd been right! That little red suit couldn't hold half of it. I actually almost stopped breathing as his fingers lifted the elastic and struggled to push it down.
Oh Sweet Jesus!
I was giggling like a schoolgirl as I ran from the pond, heard his shouted complaint of "hey, that's not fair," as I bent over and tried to catch my breath.
"You cheated," he said between huffs as he ran up beside me.
"All's fair in love and war my dear nephew," I said smiling, unable not to look at his bathing suit. I had dared my nephew 'swimming champion' to a race, across the pond and back, he giving me a half pool lead. I was a good swimmer and was in good shape, but still he caught me about ten yards from the shore.
"Racing tactics Jimmy," I added, and although pulling a competitors suit down to his knees as he goes by you isn't perhaps legal in the Olympic Games, it turned out to be a winning strategy against my nephew. "Imagine a strong, young athlete letting an old woman beat him."
The suit was still low on his hips, so much so that his blond pubic hair was in plain view and the first inches of the base of his shaft were exposed.
"I can't believe you did that... I mean you're my Aunt," he complained even as he flexed his chest for me.
"I thought I was Chrissie," I laughed.
"You lied too."
"About?" I asked as I posed with a hand on my hip. God, you're flirting with your nephew, stop it, I ordered myself.
"About your supposed tan lines, I don't see much white on your rear Auntie," he accused.
I looked behind my back, saw how my suit had slipped down in my last mad rush, saw the beginning of my crack, one tanned cheek almost completely bare.
"So, how come you have no tan lines anyway?"
"That's my natural color," I lied as blushing I pulled up my suit.
"Liar. You tan naked, don't you? I don't think your little skinny dip with Mom was the first time you've been nude out here this summer," he teased. "Does Dwayne tan naked too?"
I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Dwayne's big body flopping nude on the grass. "Don't," I protested when I saw he was ready to add more.
"So do you? Tan naked," he asked with a glint in his eye.
"Maybe. Maybe when I'm all alone," I admitted, looking deep into his blue eyes as I spoke. "But if you tell any..."
"I like swimming naked, feeling my body in the water... the sensation as the water flows over my... my penis..." Jimmy surprised me by admitting. "Do you?"
"Maybe... Sometimes... OK, Yes... Not my penis of course," I giggled like a schoolgirl. Jesus, what was happening to me, I just used the word 'penis' in front of my nephew.
"So you won't mind," he said as he lowered his red suit. "If I swim naked," he added as he watched my eyes flick hungrily to the shaft I'd been imagining for ten days.
"Only when you're alone Jimmy," I meant to order, but he had already turned and was racing into the water when my words reached him.
Oh God! What'll I do now, I thought as I watched the hard, round mounds of his white ass as he stroked out across the pond.
When I checked my e-mail that night there was one new message. It was from jimmy: '31 is old?... it's only u i dream of... you make me... i shouldn't say... I attached a pic... u r supposed to learn about pics monday... can u open this one?... can we go to the beach together next week?... just u and i... u r my only girl... luv u - j.s.'
I had no clue about how to open his bloody attachment but I was up half the night wondering about it; and then I dreamt.
Dwayne was home most of that weekend and Jimmy spent most of his time with his new friends from the village. I was horny and excited the whole two days. I missed him!
"I missed you Chrissie," I heard whispered in my ear as I felt two strong hands slide onto my shoulders and down my arms.
"Jimmy, don't," I squealed, "let go, you'll ruin the bowl."
I felt his fingers drop off my upper arms, felt them slide down to my sides near my waist. "I've got to concentrate," I giggled as I tried to recapture the rhythm of the wheel, tried not to lose the shape I'd been trying to create for the last twenty minutes.
"Do you always do your pottery dressed like this," he asked, his lips just inches from my ear.
"It was hot," I mumbled back, still trying to concentrate on the clay shape before me but I knew from where he stood he could just look down and see my full breasts. I'd often just wear short cutoff tank tops while I worked in the summer heat, and this old, ripped one I had on today was wide open as I bent over my work.
Concentrate, I ordered myself even as I felt soft fingers moving over my stomach, as I felt them slide upwards, as I felt two palms lightly cup the undersides of my full breasts, as I felt a thumb tentatively flick over a now erect nipple. "JIMMY," I moaned as I jumped up from the stool, my work ruined.
"I'm sorry about before," I heard as I opened my eyes. I'd been sitting on the chaise lounge tanning for the last ten minutes, the only sounds the rhythmically splashes as Jimmy did lap after lap of the pond.
"What?" And then looking added, "JIMMY!" as I saw his nudity.
"You don't really mind do you?" he asked as stood next to my chair, the droplets of water gleaming as they slid down his naked body. "Me swimming naked."
"Only when you're alone Jimmy!" I tried to hiss.
"Okay. But I don't count you, you're family," he said as he plopped down into the chair next to mine. After a minute or two he said, "It's okay to look Chrissie."
"I mean, it's natural to be interested in it," he chuckled with a teenager's cockiness.
"You're terrible," I said trying to, but not succeeding, in sounding cross. "It looks normal, healthy anyway," I finally stammered as I let my eyes hover. "You better not burn it," I warned as I offered him some Hawaiian Tropic.
He knew he had the upper hand, even at eighteen sensed his advantage over his old Aunt, and of course said, "Maybe you could do it," as he held his penis in one hand and the tube of sunscreen in the other and offered both to me.
I couldn't help but watch as he squeezed a fat dollop of thick, white cream into his palm and then slowly applied it, stroking his now urgently growing cock through the sticky tunnel he'd formed.
"Jesus," I murmured as it grew bigger and bigger, lengthening finally to an almost incomprehensible size. It'll never fit, I thought, unable to stop a liquid tingling deep in my cunt.
"I have to go to town, I'll see you at dinner," I said as I jumped from my chair and hurried towards the house.
He explained attachments, downloading, 'my pictures', simple editing tricks after dinner. Then he watched grinning as I opened his picture from last week. "JIMMY!" I screamed.
"You okay honey?" Dwayne asked looking up from the TV.
"Yes dear," I answered as I stared at a picture of my nephew lying naked in his bed, his huge, yes huge, sexual appendage rising proudly hard against his stomach.
"You are bad," I mouthed at the grinning teen, my threatening wave of a finger only seeming to egg him on more.
Late that night I sat in bed, my laptop on my knee, the folder with the secret picture open. The laptop was hot on my thighs as I zoomed in on the picture, slowly it grew until his erection almost filled the screen... I shuddered as my finger slipped across my mound and found and uncovered my throbbing clit... But just as I was... my computer suddenly beeped, announcing a new e-mail, impatient I opened yahoo... jimmyscouries@... 'i dare u to send me a pic of u — naked... luv u'
What a little scamp he was... but as I fell asleep I wondered if he'd like my breasts, my blond curls, my mound, my tanned ass, my pink insides...
"Hi," I heard sung out in the only voice I wanted to hear.
"Hi yourself," I said as I quickly took my eyes from my work table and looking up smiled. "You're up early," I teased.
"It's only eleven," he answered nonchalantly as he wandered around the table, examining my latest creation. "It's good."
"And you're still wearing your underwear around the house," I admonished.
"Should I take them off?"
"Jimmy!" I warned.
"Do you do any other stuff Chrissie? I mean besides the containers, the bowls, the plates."
"Like what," I asked, suddenly nervous.
"I don't know, people, abstracts..."
I couldn't stop my eyes from darting towards the storeroom door, saw how Jimmy's followed them, saw the curiosity, saw him move towards... "No! Don't!" I ordered as I rushed to intercept him.
"You do then. Can't I see them?" he asked as he approached me, my back resting on the hard plank door.
"They're private," I whispered, panicking at he thought of this beautiful boy looking at my secret art.
"You don't let anyone see them? Not even Mom or Gramps?" Seeing the blush, seeing the almost violent shake of my head, he moved closer, stopping just inches from me, dominating me with his maleness, his size, his smell. "Can't I look Chrissie," he asked as his hand stole to the doorknob.
"You won't tell anyone... promise me Jimmy," I pled as I heard the knob turn.
"I'd never hurt you," he whispered as his bare chest rubbed against me. "I love you," I heard as I felt his hardness poke against me, and then, "OH MY GOD", as the door opened and he saw my treasures within.
He slipped by me, his passion momentarily forgotten as looked around the room, his mouth wide open in amazement.
Watching him I felt an extraordinary elation, actually felt the weight I'd carried for years fall from my shoulders. Someone's finally seen my real work I thought. For minutes he didn't say anything, just moved around the room, picking up various pieces, touching them, experiencing them.
How can I describe them? They were of people, recognizable people. Between eighteen and twenty-four inches tall most of them. Primitive. Exaggerated. Erotic. SEXUAL. Mouths and breasts and cocks and cunts and bums. Open. Hungry. Waiting. Like me!
"Mom?" he suddenly asked, holding one of my first works, one of Mandy in the last weeks of her pregnancy I'd done from a picture.
"Uh huh. And you of course."
"It's so beautiful! You've got to show it to her," he insisted. Lifting another, one of me, he turned back laughing. "They're so powerful, so sexy... I want to make love to it," he yelled as he pulled his penis through his shorts and brought the pink painted ceramic opening to his cockhead.
"Jimmy!" I protested, but laughing, unable to conceal my happiness.
"Is this me?" he demanded holding up one I'd done two summers ago. "Its way too small," he complained as his fingers trailed across the tiny erect penis.
"I didn't know," I laughed as I compared the huge, raging reality with the miniscule clay copy.
"God, all the penises are small," he said as he eyes roved around the room looking at the male statues. Look at poor Dwayne," he chuckled holding up one of my husband. "You've even given gramps a baby one. You better not show it to him," he warned.
"We can sell them, you'll be rich, famous," he said suddenly as he danced around me, his big penis dancing in the air.
"No, I couldn't... people would think I'm perverted, sick..."
"I'll set up a web site. We'll sell direct," he enthused as I saw a hundred ideas flash across his face. "Scouries Erotic Ceramics, something like that," he said snapping his fingers.
"But," I protested feebly, liberated finally now that someone had seen them.
"But there's no way we're selling this one," he insisted, "There is no way people are going to think my prick is that small."
"It was done two years ago Jimmy. It's a good likeness," I teased.
"My ass," he huffed. "You've got a do a new one. Today! Okay? Will you?" he demanded as he pulled me to him. "Please."
"Yes honey," I agreed as I felt the silk skinned giant against my stomach, "whatever you say."
I would have fallen at his feet, wanted to feel his perfect piston in my liquid insides, would have licked him from head to toe, would have... but
... but the moment passed and within minutes I was working, eager to create something that captured his sexual power, his beauty...
"So how long is it anyway?" I timidly asked, as I circled him with my new camera, snapping from every angle.
"Liar," I accused.
"I will!" It was! Jesus! "I want to take a mold of it," I then added as I turned to get my tools.
"Professional secret," I laughed as my fingers roamed over his sack, felt his balls, struggled to fit around the heavy shaft. So I'll always have your cock, I could have told him.
I shooed him away after an hour, told him to go to town, that I had hours more of serious work to do, that I worked better alone.
"Okay, but Chrissie"
"Make it even a little bigger... I mean exaggerate"
"You silly boy, most people will already think I've exaggerated."
I made three pieces that day, the first a two foot high statue in the style of my others, his erect cock obscenely pointing. The other two were perfect, life-sized, exact anatomical copies of Jimmy's engorged prick. I fired them all once that night and finally left my workroom exhausted and elated.
But not before stripping, and then using the timer on the digital camera, I took a picture of me standing naked next to the statue of Jimmy I'd just fashioned. And then I took another, this one of me holding the small pricked Jimmy statue in the crook of my arm, his wide open mouth inches from my nipple, my baby finger lightly touching the immature cockhead.
I'll e-mail him that one tonight, I promised myself laughing.
I sent it off after midnight, titled 'jimmy erect', but just as I was shutting down five minutes later I heard the new e-mail alert. jimmyscouries@ wrote, 'ha, ha... u r beautiful though... here's 1for u... luv u... night chrissie... j.s.'
Somehow he'd captured the exact moment; the attached pic showed his penis from the side, you couldn't see any of the rest of his body, just the penis floating in the air, a strand of the whitest sperm snaking zigzag out from the crimson head.
I opened my mouth wanting to catch it! Oh my!
"Morning," we heard mumbled as Jimmy stumbled into the kitchen the next morning at 8 a.m. At least he has shorts on I thought as I drank in his bare chest.
"Golly, the city boy is up early this morning," Dwayne said with a smirk as he looked up from his paper. "Date today Jimmy?"
"No Uncle Dwayne," Jimmy answered yawning, "I just got some computer stuff to do this morning." Seeing his uncle frown he quickly added, "We're playing ball this afternoon. Over in Darlington, some of the guys invited me last weekend."
"You are? That's great son," Dwayne said excitedly, showing more interest in his nephew than he had in the last three years. "What time are you playing? Maybe I could sneak out of the office and watch a few innings."
"That would be great," Jimmy enthused, "We're going to play a doubleheader and have dinner over there before coming home. I might be late tonight Aunt Chris."
"Sheeit, don't worry about that boy. I'll come over sometime in the afternoon; I'll drive you home. Don't worry about dinner sweetie," he said to me as he grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door, "Boys night out."
"We can do it Chrissie," Jimmy said excitedly as Dwayne's car retreated down the dusty lane.
"What honey?" I asked. "And don't I get a good morning kiss from my favorite nephew?" I complained.