Chapter 8

“Mike, can we talk?” Lisa’s voice was soft but determined.

“Of course, Dear. What’s on your mind?” Mike replied with a gentle smile.

“I’ve been discussing something with Celia about John,” she started, her eyes meeting his.

“Oh?” he said, curious.

“And we’ve come to the decision that I will be John’s sex teacher,” she concluded, now her tone serious and unwavering.

“What?” Mike blurted out, caught off guard by her statement.

“Yes, I believe it is time to balance the scale and correct our unfair treatment of him.” Lisa’s gaze did not waver as she spoke.

“But ... why?” Mike asked, still trying to wrap his head around the idea.

“We excluded him unfairly, it’s only fair that he receives the same sexual favors as Patrick and Mark.” Lisa explained calmly.

“But you’re my wife!” Mike argued, feeling strangely a sense of possessiveness over her, a sense that he hadn’t felt in any of their previous sharings.

“So what? You have no objections when Patrick and Mark are intimate with me, just as I don’t object when you have sex with Celia, Melody or Claire. So why should this be any different?” Lisa countered.

“Well, for starters, Celia or Melody won’t have sex with me anymore,” Mike stated firmly.

“But you were having sex with them for years. Now it’s John’s turn,” Lisa insisted.

“I don’t think...” Mike began to protest before being cut off by Lisa’s determined tone.

“Look Honey, we have excluded John and that has torn that part of our family. This is something we need to do if we want to heal the rift. We are righting a wrong and frankly, I am eager to explore a sexual relationship with my nephew.” She declared confidently.

Mike sighed, resigned to the inevitable. He knew Lisa was right and besides, he still had Claire to satisfy his sexual needs. “You’re right, Dear. Family is everything.”

“Thank you, Honey. I knew you would understand,” Lisa smiled while lowering her head towards his penis. A few minutes later, Mike was too busy to think.

——————————— The next day, Celia and Lisa met at Lisa’s cozy kitchen to discuss their plan. As they sat around the small, circular table, sipping on steaming cups of tea, Celia could feel the weight of their conversation pressing down on her mind.

“How do we go about this?” Lisa asked in a hushed tone, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. “Do I offer myself to him?”

The idea hung between them for a moment as Celia mulled it over.

“Oh, no!” she finally answered, shaking her head emphatically. “He will say yes, of course, but it will only be sex. No feelings involved.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise and concern. “What do you mean?”

“That’s what happened with Claire and Melody,” Celia explained sorrowfully. “He will accept what you offer, but there won’t be anything other than physical pleasure for him. We need to make him open his heart.”

Lisa nodded slowly, understanding the delicate dance they were about to embark on. “So what do you suggest?”

Celia smiled slyly, her mind already at work crafting a plan. “You’ll have to seduce not just his body, but his heart as well.”

Both women spent almost an hour shuffling ideas and strategizing, until they finally settled on what they believed to be a workable plan that would lead to success.

————————————————————————— John’s phone vibrated in his front pant pocket, jolting him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was his aunt Lisa calling. They had not talked since before his meltdown, so he wondered what she wanted to talk about.

“Hi, Aunt Lisa. What’s up?” he asked.

“Hello, John. I was wondering if you had some time to come visit me. There are some things I’d like to discuss with you,” his aunt replied in a serious tone.

John couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding as he looked at his phone, wondering what this could all be about.

“I am free this evening. Is that convenient for you?” he asked, trying to keep his voice light.

“Perfect. Dinner will be ready at 7, please make sure to be here by then,” she said before hanging up.

John sighed and put his phone back in his pocket.

Lisa checked her reflection in the mirror one last time, her pulse racing with anticipation. She had spent hours carefully selecting her outfit, going through every item in her wardrobe with Celia’s help. The tight beige sweater clung to her curves, accentuating her figure, while the white microshorts showcased her toned legs. She had even deliberately chosen to forgo a padded bra, knowing it would highlight her nipples and create a subtle yet seductive effect.

As she smoothed down her hair, Lisa couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and satisfaction. She knew she looked irresistible, and she was ready to put her plan into action. Celia had warned her against throwing herself at John, and Lisa had taken her advice to heart. This seduction would be delicate, deliberate, and nuanced.

At that moment the door chimed. She gave herself a last, quick look in the mirror and went to receive her nephew.

John nervously tapped his foot as he waited for his aunt to answer the door. He had arrived at her house promptly at 7, not wanting to be late for their dinner and talk. He had even spruced up, going from jeans and a t-shirt to slacks and a nice white shirt.

Taking a deep breath, Lisa left her room and made her way to the living room where John was waiting.

The door opened and Lisa emerged, a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. “John, you made it,” she said, opening her arms for a hug.

He hesitated for a moment, taking in the scent of her perfume and the softness of her body against his. It felt different from any other hug they had shared before. “Not that we had shared a lot of hugs before,” he thought. Bitterness sometimes crept up, but he tried to suppress it and hugged her back.

“Come in, come in,” Lisa said, breaking the hug and leading John into the dining room where dinner was already set on the table.

“I’m afraid Mike and Claire had things to do, so we will eat alone. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not, Auntie.” he answered, still unsure of what was happening here.

As they sat down to eat, Lisa kept darting glances at John with a mischievous look on her face. He couldn’t help but feel nervous under her gaze.

She had prepared a light dinner, wanting to keep John light for what she expected to do later that night. When they finished, she took the dishes to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of wine.

“So John,” Lisa started after a few minutes of silence. “I wanted to talk to you about some things that have been on my mind lately.”

“Such as?” he asked. He already had some idea of what this was about. The two of them alone in her home ... her subtle but provocative outfit ... He sighed internally. First his mother, then his sister, then his cousin ... now his aunt. All of them seemed to think that sex would fix the rift between them. His expression hardened.

“John,” she started, but felt the sudden change in his mood. “This is not going well,” she thought. She was an expert at reading people, and at that moment she knew that her slow seduction plot had failed.

“Auntie, this won’t work,” he said.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Aunt Lisa, are you trying to seduce me?” he asked, looking at her in the eyes.

His question hung in the air between them. Lisa could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she refused to let it show on her face. Instead, she took a sip of her wine and feigned a casual nonchalance.

Lisa’s confident smile faltered for a moment before she regained control over her expression. “What do I do now?” she asked herself. Within seconds, she decided to be candid. After all, lies were what started the whole problem in the first place.

“Yes,” she admitted with a sigh. “I am trying to seduce you.”

John raised an eyebrow in disbelief, waiting for her to continue.

“I always wanted you to be a part of our group, but I was told you weren’t interested,” Lisa explained, choosing her words carefully. “Now I know it’s not the case, and I thought maybe if we spent some time alone together, we could do the things I have wanted to do with you for a long time.”

John remained silent. “Everybody but Mom wanted me,” he confirmed again.

“Your mom called me a few days ago. She wanted me to become your sex teacher.”

“WHAT?” John jumped, ready to leave at that very moment.

“Easy, easy, Dear. Please listen,” she begged him. “At least give me the chance to explain.” The look in her eyes made John sit again.

“She knows that her lies have affected you, and she doesn’t know how to fix things. She thought that you deserved to have some of what the rest of us have been having for so long, but she knows you won’t accept her.”

“And she’s right,” John said. “But as I told her, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

Lisa took a deep breath and looked at John with a mix of sadness and understanding. She knew that her sister’s actions had caused him pain, and she couldn’t blame him for being angry. But she also saw the chance to make things right.