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Alicia Sacramone deals with her grief.

He also grew more aroused. The moment seemed to stretch into an hour.

Finally, she lifted his chin with one hand, their faces so close. "Sam... I know it's not my place... if I'm over the line, just tell me to shut up, okay?" Sam nodded, looking deep into those pale blue eyes, so deep, so close.

"Sam, are you a virgin?"

He hesitated, then nodded, ashamed.

"Baby, first off, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with you. Second, are you gay?"

Sam's eyes went wide and before he could respond, she regretted it, saying, "I didn't think so, not that it would matter. You make you're own choices, but..." She couldn't believe she was saying this to her own nephew, but he needed something, confidence, assurance, something! "Sam... is there anything that I can do to help?"

Sam's mind was racing, thinking, "There sure is!" but to her he said, "What do you mean?"

"Well, maybe if you had some experience, it would build your confidence. I could... answer questions, maybe? Or show you things?" With that, she stepped back from him, letting her arms fall at her sides.

"He's looking me over," she thought. "I'm not 18 like him but I'm not bad for 45. Let him look, his eyes will tell you."

Sam gazed up and down, her smooth legs exposed to her thighs, bare shoulders, swollen cleavage, then back to her face. "I've... never seen a real girl undressed. I mean, pictures, but never live."

Julie smiled at his honesty, and blushed at him thinking of her as a girl. "Would you like to see me, Honey?"

Sam didn't say a word, just nodded, and she took his hand. "Not here, in the kitchen. Come inside, away from the windows."

He walked nervously, feeling her warmth flow through their hands. Into the den, which had curtains covering the windows. It was much darker than the kitchen but his eyes adjusted.

She stopped by the couch. "Do you want to sit?" He obeyed, never taking his eyes off her, and she smiled at him to comfort him. "If you want me to stop at any time, just say so." With that, she rolled up her tank top, showing bare midriff and Sam felt his breathing shorten.

In one smooth move she lifted the white shirt over her head, and dropped it to the floor. She held her tummy tight and her shoulders back and the effect on Sam was obvious. His eyes bulged.

Julie took a step closer, standing over him, those platforms making her legs more defined. "So? What do you think?"

He was speechless, but he smiled and nodded his approval. She smiled back, happy that they held firm and high and realizing the cool air was tingling her nipples.

"Should I go on, Honey?"

Sam just nodded, and she unbuttoned the top of the jeans and slid down the zipper, and Sam could see the red panties underneath. Her hips shifted as she slid the cut-offs over them, tugging the panties back up. She stepped out of the denim, feeling like a professional stripper, with an audience of one. The red lace thong seemed to barely cover her, and she felt so sexy, so exposed.

She didn't need to ask if she should continue, Sam's position on the edge of the couch made that obvious, so she slowly tucked her fingers into the sides of the elastic and began easing them down her hips, then thighs, until they dropped around her ankles. Once again, she stepped out, allowing Sam to see every inch. She had begun shaving about a year ago, after hearing it was the "young thing" to do, and it made her feel more naked.

Her voice cracked and was rough when she said, "Would you like a closer look?" and she hoped he said yes. Again he nodded, rising to his feet. He wore basketball shorts, long and loose, but it was still obvious that Sam was battling a major erection. He kept looking from her breast to her face, to her shaved pubic area, back to her face, as if awaiting further instructions.

Julie stepped up to him and took his hand, moving it to her breast, holding in against her nipple.