It began three years ago. Actually it began a long time before that – I’ve known since I was 14 that a couple of shots of the hard stuff would ruin my inhibitions and turn me into a s***. I used to regret it, but my one year of college cured me of regret.

After my sister divorced, I moved in with her, partly to get a fresh start in a new state and partly to get a discount on rent and utilities while helping my family.

“Mikey” is my nephew, and he used to be a bit grumpy about me “babysitting” him. After all, he was a big boy (three years ago he was not yet in junior high, when he gets out of high school he’ll be in the Graduating Class of 2025). And I agreed, so sometimes I would sneak out and get home before my sister got home.

The faithful night I came home early, a couple of shots of 151 rum in my blood. When I went to check on “Mikey” I found him naked from the waist down and beating off watching the computer. I was surprised since I figured he’d be too young (which is silly, his mom and I got our first training bras in 3rd grade, a full two years before any other girls our age and the same age “Mikey” was then). When he realized I was at the door, he froze up and went completely pale. His d*** – hairless and uncut, a bit bigger than my middle finger – kept standing.

I told him I didn’t care, that he was cute. (I was just buzzed, but that was enough to let my inhibitions go bye-bye). Then I looked at what he was whacking off to. It was a clip of a movie called “Kids” that showed a drunk out-vold girl getting balled by a boy at a party. I told “Mikey” that I thought it was hot, and that I envied the girl, and that I wished someone would do that to me. And I wasn’t paying attention but I was giving him a handy at the same time. I noticed when he began gasping and I watched him shoot a good-sized load on my hand. I told “Mikey” how impressed I was with his c**-shot and ate some of it. Then I felt the alcohol make be drowsy and I fell out on his bed.

I was only buzzed, not drunk (not DRUNK-drunk anyway) and I woke up a few hours later, my clothes were undone and “Mikey” was on top of me, f****** me slow and strong. I remembered telling him I liked this sort of thing so I just lay there and let him do it. It was pretty nice, too. After he finished, he nodded off sti8ll on top of me. He hardly weighed anything and I enjoyed it. A bit later my sister “Mandy” got home and I woke up as she looked in “Mikey’s” room (I’d forgotten the door). She took one look, and from that angle she could easily see his d*** up in me. “Mandy” wa silent for a minute then I heard her say, “You stupid drunk b****. I should just let him keep you chained up like a w****.” Then she sighed and said, “Well it’s too late to do anything now.” As she shut the door, I felt myself giggle.

In the morning, “Mandy” called us in the living room. We were both on the carpet, just like our mom used to to. “Mandy” told about finding us, expressed her disappointment in me (big surprise), and she lectured “Mikey” on how I could go to jail if anyone found out. So she warned me to keep taking birth control. We were both shocked. It sounded like she was giving us the Seal Of Approval. “Mandy” explained that she knew from experience with both of us that saying “I Forbid It” would just make us sneak around, so she might as well regulate it instead of banning it, so she could keep us out of serious trouble.

“Mikey” and I were actually relieved. And I admitted that “Mandy” had a great idea. I trained “Mikey” in how to pleasure me, and I stopped going out at night as much since I didn’t have to get drunk and pick up a stranger to get laid. And “Mikey” stopped looking for p*** on the internet. I have to admit I didn’t expect him to keep up with me at first, but by the second week I was trying to keep up with him.

We’ve been a “couple” of sorts for three years now. “Mikey” is insatiable, and he’s grown nicely into quite a stud. He’s even managed to nail “Mandy” every few months, which she says will never happen again after each time (but she’s beginning to dress up for him – I figure by the time he gets out of high school “Mikey” will be topping up both his mom and auntie daily).

I haven’t decided if I’ll let him knock me up yet. We’ve discussed it. It’s irresponsible of us, but his mom knows I’m the irresponsible one.