The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn - Sex Stories

The Challenge 7: Fernanda's Turn

... He was reluctant, which was no surprise. I told him it was just me and that I’d scrub his back. We stood there naked, not caring, while I cleaned his back. Then he sat on the small bench and I washed his hair. He rested his hand on my waist. It was so cute. He wasn’t erect, but it just felt so normal. I’ll let you know how things go in a few days. We’re going sightseeing.” Fernanda shook her head, “So easy for her.” She shut down her laptop and headed home for the day. She sat alone, thinking of her father, still in Puerto Rico, thinking about calling him, but not wanting to bother him. She often wondered if he knew his younger brother was fucking his daughters. If he did, he never brought it up. Jonny was at home, studying once again. Fernanda peeped in on him; he smiled, nodded and went back to his book. Her phone rang, it was Claudia. She invited Fernanda out Saturday night to a new club that was opening. She declined, ending the brief and slightly terse phone call. She didn’t want to see her sister. Chapter 6 “Where are you going?” Fernanda asked her son Saturday night. He was adjusting his tie. “Claudia invited me out with her friends.” “Oh no, no, no. I don’t think so,” his mother replied in her thick accent. “What? We’re just going to hang out.” “Then I’m going too,” Fernanda blurted out. She wondered why she didn’t just order him to stay home. Part of her wanted confirmation for herself of what her sister was up to. The night was fairly miserable for Jonny. Claudia ...

... was fine with it, assuring her nephew that everything was cool and to relax. They went to an 18+ club and Fernanda was all over her son – he was thoroughly embarrassed. She wouldn’t allow Claudia near him; she wouldn’t give her a chance to touch her nephew in anyway. Rodney showed up alone. He approached Fernanda, asking her for a dance, putting his hand on her ass. She swatted his hand away, adjusting her short dress, “No!” “What the hell?” he asked; stunned. “No,” Fernanda gave him a stern look. Rodney shrugged, walking over to Claudia next, she politely turned him down, explaining she was hanging out with her sister and nephew. Rodney went home alone. So did Claudia. Fernanda made sure of it. The hug between aunt and nephew was interrupted by an increasingly jealous mother. “Get in the car,” she ordered her son. He shrugged and waved goodbye to Claudia. “You ok?” she asked Fernanda. “Fine,” she lied. She was far from fine. Knowing what Dolly was up to in Venezuela, suspecting what Claudia was doing with her son, and still wanting her father made her miserable. They were silent on the way home. “You aren’t going to compliment me?” was the only thing she said to her son. “Uh, well, you look nice mom,” Jonny said. Fernanda shook her head. There was nothing in his reply, no emotion, no desire. Desire. That’s what it boiled down to. Jonny didn’t desire her, like she desired her father. Now she suspected Claudia was filling the role of their uncle. ******* “It’s amazing here. But ...