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Young Nephew

... embarrassed," she said sweetly. "But ... exactly how big ... is it ... I mean, when it's fully aroused?" Doris knew she was wrong to put the question to the boy, but she couldn't restrain herself. "Eleven inches long and seven inches around," he admittedly sheepishly. Despite wanting to remain stoic, Doris's eyes widened and she was f***ed to take in a deep breath. "I beg your pardon?!?!" she gasped. "My god, sweetie!" "It scares girls when they see it," he added. "I'm very sure that it does!" exclaimed Doris. "That's ... well that's ... ex-TREME-ly large." Then, sensing an absolute absence of ego on his part, and truly wanting to reassure the troubled young boy, she explained to him that despite being so well equipped, in time things would improve, and lovers would become better and better able to accommodate him. "It's a good thing I'm your Auntie, and old!" she said with a playful smile. "Otherwise, it would be a very dangerous thing for you to tell me what you've told me." "What do you mean?" asked Tristan innocently. "Well ... ," she continued, smiling. "It's just that I happen to adore, um ... a very large penis on a man. I hope I'm not embarrassing you by saying so, but it's true. If you were forty years older and not my nephew, I would be trying my very best to seduce you!" The next day, Doris was still buzzing from her conversation with Tristan from the day before. Indeed, it had been on her mind off and on ever since. That evening, after sunset, the two of them ...

... went for a leisurely walk along the sandy beach, under the stars. Sandals in hand, the warm, moonlit sand felt exquisite under their bare feet. Despite his boyish looks, Doris had to keep reminding herself that the boy was only eighteen years old (and off limits) -- far younger than all her c***dren -- such was his maturity and the degree to which she enjoyed his company. He was both a gentle spirit and an old soul. Indeed, their budding friendship made her anxious. For when completely honest with herself, she had to face the fact that she was beginning to have genuine feelings for him; feelings that went beyond what was appropriate between an Aunt and a nephew; not to mention one with a forty year gap between them. Earlier in the day, the bride and her new husband had left for their honeymoon, and they'd all made the trek to the airport together to say their goodbyes. Margot had left as well; heading back to France to be with her friends and to begin a summer course she needed before university began in the Fall. When it was time for bed, they finished their walk in the cool night air and Tristan e****ted Doris to her guest house off the beach. They bid their goodnights, and Doris leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. An awkward, prolonged silence followed before Doris tenderly brushed his hair from his eyes, smiled, and walked away. Unbeknownst to her, Tristan never took his eyes from her until her door closed behind her. It may also have surprised her to know that she was ...