Not my moving day mind you. It was my Nephew’s moving day. He couldn’t find one single person to help him. Although, I suppose moving someone isn’t the most fun someone could have on a weekend, but since I’m a very ‘loving’ Aunt I told him I would drive up in the morning and help him.
Here I thought he was going to move into a nice apartment. Boy was in the fucking ghetto, but he was still excited because it was his first apartment, not matter how really shitty it actually is. We started to move things in, I kept telling him he owed me big time for taking a weekend day to move him. He just laughed and kept telling me he would make it worth my while. After we finished with the U-Haul, there were only a few boxes left in the back of his truck. An older guy came out of one of the apartments and just stared at me. My nephew mentioned him to me or I would of never noticed.
He was getting that smile on his face, you know the one, the one Douches get when they are ready to approach a woman. My nephew said, “Have fun.” I smiled at the guy, he just smiled back and stepped forward. My nephew came back outside and before I could smell the summer’s eve on Mr. Douche’s shirt I started to kiss my nephew. His hand went to my tits as he pulled away from my tits and said, “”Aunt Kirsten! You know you shouldn’t do that, we are related!”
Mr. Douche looked like he was going to blow his load right there, but didn’t leave. I pulled my shirt off and my nephew bent his head down and started to suck and kiss my tits. I held eye contact with Mr. Douche the whole time. By the time my nephew and I were done, my pussy juice was soaked into one of the box tops, and his cum was dripping from the corners of my mouth and from my ass. I smiled sweetly at the guy and said, “You have no chance, I only fuck family members.”
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