I Let Things Get Out Of Hand With My Nephew

My older sister's son turned 18 over the summer and he wanted to know if he could stay with me for a while (we live in the same city). His original plan was to keep living at home with his parents to save money while he commuted to a local university, starting this fall. His parents were fine with that, but they're really dysfunctional people. They've never been abusive toward him as far as I know, but they're both alcoholics and addicts. Their drinking and dr*gging have gotten worse in the last couple years and now they barely know where they are half the time. They don't even want to quit and they'll tell you so. My nephew is intelligent and sensitive and can't stand that kind of atmosphere. He told me he just couldn't take it anymore. Luckily, there are no other kids in the home.


To be honest, I didn't want my nephew here. After a couple of failed marriages (no kids), I've been living alone for the past 3 years and loving it. I have a good job, but I also do some escorting on the side (all outcalls). My nephew was going to complicate things, but I knew he needed to get away from his parents so I let him move in.


I sat him down and told him that I was used to living alone now, and if he was going to live with me, I didn't want any trouble. No drinking or dr*gging here (I don't drink or use at all), no friends here at all hours, and he'd have to help with the household chores. Also, my personal life, where I go and when, and what I do is my business. He agreed. I didn't really expect much trouble from him, because he's quiet, kind, and discreet, but I wanted him to know right away how things were.


As I say, my nephew is intelligent, and it didn't take him long to figure out I was escorting as a side hustle. Since he was non judgmental and respectful about it, I admitted it. He said he wasn't surprised I was a hooker.


I guess I looked offended because he quickly said, "No, No, I meant because you're so beautiful. I always had a crush on you. You never visited us much, but when you did, you'd always bring me g*fts and presents. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off you. You were so fun and hot and smart, and the few times you were at our house were pretty much the only times in my life I felt happy."


I said, "Awww, honey, that's so sweet!" I told him I'd have visited more but his mother and I never got along. I was the baby sister and she was always trying to tell me what to do. I knew we'd end up fighting if I came around much. He said he knew how his parents were and he didn't blame me.


From then on I relaxed and worked both my jobs without worrying much. He kept all the agreements he'd made and did most of the chores around the house without being asked. He cooked all our meals and did the grocery shopping too.


When I'd get ready to go out to see a client, he helped me dress. That started innocently enough when I couldn't find a pair of heels and he said he thought he knew where they were. He brought them and I reached out my hand but he knelt down before me. I was in a hurry so I lifted each foot while he slipped the pair of stiletto slides on my feet. A few nights later I was running around in a bra and thong mumbling that I couldn't find my blue greyhound skirt that one of my clients loved to see me in. He would always tip big when I wore it. My nephew asked what a greyhound skirt was and I told him. He found it and brought it to me. Well, there he was holding the tiny skirt so I let him slip it on me. He gave my barely covered butt a smack and told me I looked great. I finished dressing and left.


I came home early that night because my client got called into work and cancelled out on me. I was pissed off and aggravated and I vented about it while my nephew quietly listened. He told me I looked tense and he could see how tight my muscles were. He came up behind me and started massaging my neck and shoulders. I just stood there. I should have stopped him right then, but I didn't. He pulled me into him and I could feel his bulge pressing into my ass. I gasped and craned my head back which only gave him an opening to start kissing my neck. I said, "No, Andrew, we've got to stop this, we can't do this."


He said, "Yes we can. The only good thing in my life is you. That's true, it's always been true." He turned me around and we started kissing. Before I knew it we were naked in my bedroom and he was lowering himself on top of me. He said, "I don't care what you say or what you think, you're going to be my first, Victoria. I've always wanted you to be my first, and you're going to be."


I started crying. Not because I wanted him to stop, but because I didn't. He knew that too. He entered me and I gasped again. I suddenly realized he was the first guy to go bare inside me since my ex husband. I made all my dates and clients use condoms. I couldn't help driving him in deeper with my heels, he felt so good. He couldn't last long, but that was ok. I massaged my clit and came like I hadn't for a long long time. We did it twice more and he slept with me all night. It had been years since semen drooled out of me and dried on my thighs and stained my sheets, but I loved it! I'd forgot how wonderful it was to snuggle through the night with someone I cared about.


Andrew's classes started a few weeks ago, and he's still living (and sleeping) with me. He's commuting to school, and it's actually a little bit shorter driving distance than if he'd stayed home. His parents are ok with that. I know they love him, but they're messed up and they know it. They feel better with him here, and, well, so do I, for different reasons.


I like things the way they are now, but I keep trying to impress on Andrew that our relationship is temporary. He keeps telling me he loves me and that I make him happy and that he'd never try to tell me how to live (meaning he wouldn't try to stop me from escorting). I keep telling him he deserves a real relationship and a family when he gets out of college. Besides the fact that I'm his aunt and a sex worker, he's going to want kids someday (although he denies it), and I decided a long time ago I did not want the responsibility of being a parent, ever. I know I shouldn't have let this happen, but it's too good right now to let go.