It’s been a while since I did an incest story and I’ve never done an aunt-nephew story. I decided, ‘why not’, and set about writing this ditty. It’s a three-part story with all three parts done minus a few more reads on 2 and 3 for missing words, misused words and spelling.
I’ve had a lot of new followers over the last few months, thank you. If you’re reading my older stories as well as the more recent you’ll find missing words, misspelled words, grammatical errors, run on sentences and first person-third person errors. Oh, and one guy was kind enough to point out the misuse of a noun. Gosh, I was gutted by that critique, NOT. I’ve attempted to address all these issues and more as I continue to write. Hopefully you’ll find it in your heart to try looking past the discrepancies and enjoy the story.
My Aunt Drew part one
I never knew my dad. He married mother a week before he shipped to the European theater. They were together ten days before he shipped out. Long enough to make a baby, me. He was a part of the invasion forces on D-Day, a rigor he survived, only to be blown to bits by a land mine four months later while crossing a meadow. I was born in 1945 and lived as an only child, mother never wanted to marry again. My maternal grandparents owned the local general store in our tiny community, next door to the local butcher shop. It was a lucrative setting for both businesses as customers tended to drift from one to the other.
As a child I was sick more than not, often referred to as “sickly” by grandparents and the towns people. I never participated in sports of any kind and had very few friends. There were no computers or the like in those days, if I wasn’t helping in the store my time was spent reading books. My growth had been stunted to the point that by the time I reached my 14th birthday and no longer sickly, I was still only five foot three and weighed 104 pounds. Those statistics didn’t change much, by the time I’d reached my 18th birthday I weighed 122 pounds and was only five foot five when I graduated.
As long as I could remember mother worked for her parents at the store. Her folks had retired when I was 13, mother took over the store even though her parents still owned it. As a young teen my evenings and weekends were spent in the store stocking shelves, cleaning up, carrying groceries out to someone’s vehicle or horse drawn wagon. In my 17th year things began to go downhill for my mother. It was determined that she had breast cancer so advanced she didn’t live to see my 18th birthday.
When mother became too ill to work grandpa stepped back in to run the store but was in failing health as well. After mom died I lived with my grandparents. I remember the night he died sitting at the dinner table. His head flew back, he grasped his chest and flopped forward onto his plate. Dead. Grandma was in better health than he was but not much. Grandma decided she would sell the store and move to the county home for the aged. Or as it would be referred to in this day, a nursing home. The question was, what to do with me?
I had been staying with a close friend of mothers since the store had been sold. With two months of school left until graduation it still wasn’t clear what would become of me. It was after the store sold that I learned something I’d never known. My mother had a younger sister, younger by three years. None of my family had ever mentioned her name, which happened to be Drew.
My high school graduating class had a total of 57 kids, 28 boys and 29 girls. For a town of 208 people and about another 100 in the countryside that was normal. There were no large, consolidated school districts at that time. It was at graduation that I first met Aunt Drew. She lived four states away, not married, owned a greenhouse and flower supply business that she’d built on her own. Though grandma came to my graduation, she didn’t sit with Aunt Drew, which made me wonder what might have happened all those years ago. I had my license and was driving mom’s old 1943 Plymouth four door sedan. Taking grandma back to the county home I asked why I had never met my aunt before.
“It’s a long story Leroy. One I don’t want to talk about and one you don’t want to hear. The reason she’s here is to take you home with her. I won’t live much longer, with your dad’s family already gone you have no other relatives who can take you in. Half of the inheritance will go to Drew and half to you when I kick the bucket. Then you can do whatever you want, but until then you’re going to live with your aunt.”
You didn’t argue with your grandparents in 1963, not unless you were what was referred to as a rebel. It was simple, I was going to do as I was told until I was old enough to go out on my own. I sold the Plymouth, packed the few belongings and pictures I cared about and loaded it in the back of Drew’s 1959 Chevy pickup. Drew didn’t come in with me to say goodbye to grandma the morning we left, little did I know that I would never see her alive again.
It would take us two days to reach aunt Drews home. There were no motel stops, we slept on the ground in sleeping bags next to the truck just inside the opening of a corn field off the main road. It was on that ride I had my first encounter with a McDonalds. They were a new chain and growing rapidly. The burgers and fries were 15 cents, citing the fact that I was what she called skinny she ordered two of each for me. With a 30-cent milkshake I was on top of the world.
As we traveled I took notice of my aunt. I was surprised that she and my mother looked so much alike, her hair was the same deep brown as mom’s. She possessed the same delicate facial features as mom’s, she was basically the same height but had a sturdier body. Whereas my mom was thin and on the frail side aunt Drew was stocky, I’d heard gramps describe women built like her as ‘big boned’. Like him, rugged and thick in the chest. Her shoulders were more like a man’s than a woman’s, her hands showed signs of hard work, it was obvious she didn’t live a life of luxury. I’d never seen callouses like hers on a woman.
Her figure was similar to mother’s although mom’s hips were a bit wider, what did look the same though was her bust. I’d peeked at mom’s bras a time or two and knew she wore a 34B with pointy cups. I would learn later in life they were referred to as bullet bras. From the few days I’d known her she seemed to dress in the same fashion mom had. Simple cotton dresses or a skirt and blouse, I wondered if she wore stockings like mom had. Which made me think she probably wore a garter belt like mom. Or maybe she wore some of those pantries with straps like I’d seen in the Sears catalog. I lost track of how many times I had masturbated looking at women’s underwear in that catalog.
I don’t think we said more than 50 words between us that first day. It was the following morning that things opened up a little. Walking toward the pines on the edge of the field she told me to turn and look at the road, she was going to pee and didn’t want me to watch. It was on that leg of our journey I found out more of what had happened years before. It was she who broke the barrier of silence.
“So. What do you prefer? Roy, or Leroy?” She asked.
I wasn’t sure how to respond, I had never been called anything but Leroy.
“Umm, nobody has ever called me Roy, just Leroy.”
There was no such thing as nerds back then, her next statement described me to a T.
“You’re a square aren’t you boy. I don’t imagine you’ve ever kissed a girl or had a girlfriend either. You don’t look the type to romance a girl.”
I’m not sure why I opened up, but I did. “No ma’am. I’ve never kissed a girl, and you’re right, I’m a square, girls don’t go out with dorks like me.”
I decided to push the envelope. “Why didn’t my mom or grandparents ever tell me I had an aunt? I asked but grandma wouldn’t tell me.”
She didn’t say anything for several miles. “That’s a long story Roy. Sure you wanna hear it?” I nodded.
“I was 15 when your mom married your dad. What nobody talks about is that he was only 17 when they got hitched and I had been his girlfriend. He wanted to get in my pants before he left for the Army and I wouldn’t let him, so he went after my sister. She’d never had a boyfriend and was more than willing to marry him before he shipped out. I was a few months of 17 and immature enough that when I found out he was dead my life went into a tailspin. That’s where the downward spiral of my life began.”
I was confused, “I don’t understand Aunt Drew. What does that mean your life went into a tailspin?”
“Alright Roy. Let’s get this straightened out right now. I’m not your aunt anything. You need to call me Drew otherwise this isn’t gonna work. I plan to call you Roy so you may as well get used to the changes. By tailspin I mean I went off the rails. By my 17th birthday I was known as the town bike, you know, the one everybody rides. Mom and dad, along with your mom, were furious with my behavior. I brought great shame to my family, so much so that the minute I graduated high school I was handed a bus ticket to Omaha and given one hundred dollars along with instructions to never return. No one tried to understand, console me, comfort me, or get me help in any way, it was easier to get rid of me.”
I muttered, “Holy shit.” Drew looked at me with sternness, frowned and wagged her finger in my face.
“That’s something else. I don’t care for swearing, sure it pops out now and then, but I don’t like it. Let that be a warning.”
It was a hot day in early summer, we had the windows open, the wings were pointed toward us. From the corner of my eye I watched as she hitched her dress up mid-thigh and tucked the edges under her opened legs. With a loud sigh she quipped.
“Damn it’s hot, and boy does that fresh air feel good. Mind you keep your eyes where they belong Roy. I might only be 34 and a woman but I’ll box your ears in.”
I found her amusing. On the one hand she chastised me for cussing, ten minutes later she hiked her dress up far enough for me to see the soft flesh of her thighs in an effort to keep her crotch cool. She opened one more button on the top of the dress, fanning it back and forth a few times. I caught the slight glimpse of a white bra but nothing more. Yes, living with my aunt was definitely going to be interesting.
We arrived late afternoon, had the truck unpacked and my stuff in a room at the top of the stairs. Her room and the bathroom were on the main level. She was most proud of the fact that she had indoor plumbing which had been put in three summers’ prior. The wooden outhouse still stood at the back of the property unused and slowly being overtaken by vines. I slept late that first day, then wandered around a bit and stayed out of the way, it was how I had always lived. Just a shadow. I wasn’t sure what was expected of me at that point. Over supper Drew let me know.
“You should be settled in so here’s how it’s going to work Roy. I’m up at 5:30, you will be as well. I’m in the greenhouse by 6:15, you will be as well. We take a break and eat breakfast around 8. I have a lady that comes in Tuesday through Friday to cook and help me keep the house in order. She has Mondays off, that’s why she wasn’t here today. We’re back in the greenhouse by 8:30 when the rest of the workers show up. They work until 5, we work until six. I’ll pay you a buck an hour along with free room and board. Consuelo washes clothes on Tuesday, make sure yours are in the laundry room by Monday evening.”
Following supper she watched the tv while I sat across the room with my nose in a book. She had changed from work clothes into what appeared to be cotton pajamas and a robe. The jammies were white with lots of little flowers throughout. At precisely nine o’clock she stood, walked over to the tv, turned it off and looked at me.
“It’s bedtime Roy. Five thirty is gonna come mighty early the first few days until you get used to it. Wear clothes that you don’t mind getting dirty tomorrow, you’ll be potting plants all day.”
She hadn’t seen my wardrobe or she would have known the only nice clothes I possessed were the ones I had graduated in. Sleep came as fast as five thirty did, I faintly heard my bedroom door open and turned my head toward the sliver of light. Aunt Drew stuck her head in.
“Five thirty Roy. Time to get up. I’m through in the bathroom, it’s all yours. Just so you know, my bath comes before yours. There are some donuts left from Saturday, grab one of those and a glass of milk, that’ll get you through until breakfast.”
The coffee had finished percolating by the time I reached the kitchen. I found it interesting that she was wearing a skirt and blouse instead of dungarees. No nylons, socks and ankle high work boots. Her hair was pulled to the sides in pigtails, she looked cute as all get out.
“Aunt Drew. Do you mind if I have coffee with a donut instead of milk?”
Looking up from the notepad she was scribbling on a scowl came across her face, “What I tell you about that aunt crap? Don’t worry, I know it’s the way you were taught, and no, I don’t care if you prefer coffee. You’ll get ahold of not calling me aunt as the days go by. One thing though, I’m not your aunt in the greenhouses, I’m Miss Drew. That’s what all the others call me, you should to.”
Her business included not only seasonal flora and fauna but cut flowers as well. Therefore new plantings took place year-round, which is what I started doing that first morning. She worked with me until it was time for breakfast which didn’t come soon enough as hungry as I was. Consuelo was a beautiful lady from Mexico. She had come with her family for seasonal work many years prior. While working in the greenhouses she met a local guy whom she married. She and her husband had been with Drew nine years and had a 7-year-old daughter.
As Consuelo was setting a plate in front of me I was thinking about how the first 4 days of my new life had been more interesting than the previous 18 years. At home or my grandparents it had always been cereal, or oatmeal, once in a while eggs and bacon with toast, never much more. In front of me was what I had always imagined a farm breakfast would look like. There were two pancakes, two eggs, three sausage patties, fried potatoes, and toast so slathered with butter the bread looked soggy.
Drews plate had far less than mine. With a grin on her face she watched me eat as though it was going to be my last meal. When I finished I sat back and patted my stomach. Consuelo smiled.
“You eat like a man, but you look like a boy. Maybe you don’t eat enough before you come here. Consuelo fix that.”
Walking back to the greenhouses Drew mentioned what Consuelo had said.
“She’s right you know. You eat hardy like a man would, but you look like a boy. What gives?”
“I was sickly when I was small. That stunted my growth, on top of that mother was afraid I would get hurt and wouldn’t let me do all the stuff other kids did. I became an outcast and spent most of my existence doing odd jobs at the store or with my nose in a book.”
“So. You come by the title of being a square honestly. You look puny, but we’ll get some meat on those bones, you aren’t done growing yet. Working out here and Consuelo’s cooking will help you grow into a man.”
The workers had not only arrived but were hard at it. They were an interesting mix, seven Spanish people, a few black ladies and half a dozen assorted different nationality white people. By today’s standards it would be called a diversified workplace, back then it was just a bunch of people from different backgrounds working at the same place. I was put with the two black ladies, Connie and Alice, along with one of the Spanish ladies, Carmen. Comparted to my lumbering efforts they had planting down to a science moving with speed and precision.
In ways Drew was way ahead of the game concerning employees and how to keep them. On the back of her large farmhouse was an enclosed porch that was able to seat 20 or more comfortably. in it were tables and chairs which made me wonder what that was all about. It became abundantly clear when at exactly 12:30 everyone stopped what they were doing and made their way to the porch. Arrayed on the tables were sandwich meats, fresh rolls, soups, desserts and assorted beverages. Milk, water or iced tea.
No wonder she had such loyal hard-working people in her employ. Other than on farms that just wasn’t heard of in those days. There were no official breaks during the morning and afternoon other than the 45-minute lunch break. If you needed to use the bathroom or rest a minute, that’s what you did and then went back to work. It wasn’t strenuous work per se, just busy from start until finish. The workers were officially done at five but always finished what they might be doing, which meant some were done before five and some a few minutes after.
That was something else I found intriguing, no time clock. There was a card with each person’s name on it and columns for when they started and finished. She trusted her people to be honest about their hours. Something else interesting is that she was paying everyone at least a dollar more than they could get at the local factory or store. That is, everyone but me. I didn’t mind though, working at the store I was never paid a wage. If I needed money I would ask and usually get a few bucks. If I was given a tenner that was considered above and beyond in my grandpa’s mind.
Though I was only working an eleven-and-a-half-hour day she was paying me for twelve, that was 12 bucks a day five days a week and another six on Saturday morning. Sixty-six bucks a week, which would come to around fifty-nine take home pay. Every week. With free room and board I could have enough saved to buy a jalopy in a few months. When the others left for the day my job was to help Drew clean up and get things ready for the following day. In her words, she wasn’t going to pay someone to get ready for work, she would pay them to work. Thus, the two of us making sure things were ready for the next morning.
Tired and bedraggled, I plodded along behind her as we walked to the house just before six that evening. As we were walking two trucks pulled in, enclosed trucks with beds about fifteen feet long and high enough to stand up. On the front was a refrigeration unit, then it hit me. Delivery trucks that had been out all day. Both backed up to the docking area where the walk-in coolers were located. Out of the trucks stepped two of the biggest men I had ever seen.
They waved, Drew yelled. “Orders are on the clipboard.”
Leaning close as we walked she said quietly, “Samoan’s. Big s-o-b’s, but they work hard and nobody gives them crap. They’ll fill the orders then take the trucks home and leave about four in the morning. I lucked out finding those two brothers, they’re worth their weight in gold. The older one has a thing for me, so far, I haven’t responded, maybe in the future. Who knows.”
I’d forgotten about waiting for her to use the bathroom first, after peeing I was washing my hands. When I turned she was in the doorway with arms folded across her chest. With an exasperated look she barked.
“Well. Out. I need to pee.”
Mental note to self, never do that again. Supper was another feast, I ate like a pig. I couldn’t believe how much food I had put away, that was a first for me. I tried reading after supper, however I was fighting eyelids that wanted to close the entire time. Drew was in evening attire, robe and jammies, on the couch going through the local newspaper. I wasn’t aware that I had dozed off until I felt Drew shaking my arm.
“Come on tiger. Time for bed, you had a long day.”
The clock said 8pm, I didn’t care, I was too tired to try staying up any longer. I was awake but not out of bed when the door opened, before she spoke I did.
“I’m awake. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
Thus was the first week of my new existence. Up early, a hardy breakfast, a light but filling lunch, another hardy meal for supper and in bed by 8 or 8:30. After working a half day Saturday I figured I would do some exploring around the property. Scrounging in the kitchen for something to eat she put her hand on my shoulder.
“Get washed up and change. Going to town. We can eat at the Corner café and then you can help me grocery shop. Consuelo always offers but I figure she should be home with her family instead of doing my grocery shopping. Besides, with your help it will be easier getting all that stuff out to the truck.”
I had the roast beef blue plate special with a glass of milk. Drew told me to have dessert if I wanted. I ordered a piece of cherry pie, Drew stopped the waitress before she could walk away.
“Bring him two, he’s a hard worker and he’ll eat both. Probably better bring another glass of milk.”
Damned if she wasn’t right, I ate both pieces of pie and downed the glass of milk as well. Grocery shopping was another adventure. I was used to gramps old wooden building with plank floors and a few refrigerated cases in the back. This was one of the newer grocery stores, not a general store. There were rows and rows of different kinds of food, an in-house bakery as well as butcher, a full dairy section and the thing that amazed me the most. Checkout counters with belts to move food forward and cash registers that weren’t giant brass things.
I almost choked when they rang up the two carts of groceries, it was twice what my weekly pay would be. Drew pulled the truck to the loading area, I put eleven large paper bags of groceries in the back of the truck. When I asked about meat she told me she bought directly from local farmers, had it butchered and kept frozen in a locker facility. Domestic freezers weren’t all that common then. Most towns had a butcher shop that rented frozen locker compartments. You could stop in anytime they were open and withdraw meat from your locker.
Which is what we did. Although, the young man at Schillinger’s meat shop was anything but friendly. He didn’t want to be there on a Saturday afternoon and it was obvious. His words were curt, impolite and snappy. I could see Drew beginning to bristle and took a step backward. When he brought out the meat she told him she wanted she snapped back.
“Let Reinhard know I’ll be in on Monday to get the rest of my meat. I don’t need your smart-ass attitude.”
That was the only cuss word I’d heard her utter in the week I’d been there. On the edge of town was a Sears catalog store who just happened to have a huge domestic chest freezer on display. With a little arm twisting and bargaining she bought it and told them she’d be back in an hour to pick it up but would need help loading. On the way home I asked how we would get it unloaded.
“Oh, it isn’t that heavy, you and me can handle it. But I’m not about to spend that kind of money and have them watch me load it. Nope, they can do it for me, I can play the helpless female pretty good when it suits me.”
With groceries unloaded and put away we headed back into town. Walking into the Sears store the owner looked surprised. “You’re early.” He said.
Drew snapped back, “Is that a problem Earl? You and those two lunkheads at the table got nothing else to do. Load my dang freezer.”
It quickly became apparent to me why she was so successful, she was no one’s door mat. We cleared a space in the garage when we got home and she was right, we had it off the truck in no time. Mind you I didn’t have the upper strength to handle it on my own. Between the two of us we lowered first one end and then the other, shoved it in place and plugged it in. When the compressor came on she smiled.
“I won’t have to deal with Schillinger’s any longer. Reinhard is a great guy but he’s getting old and those slouches he has working for him are worthless. This baby will be cold by tomorrow, so we’ll go pick up the meat Monday afternoon. Consuelo will love having this available, she’s always running out of freezer space.”
In the house she asked if I liked American Bandstand, I nodded yes.
“Good, because that’s what I watch every Saturday at 6:30. I also make cheeseburgers with chips and a Pepsi. You okay with that?”
Wow, I’d hit the jackpot. “That sounds great Drew.”
She laughed softly, “Now you’re gettin it boy. Tomorrow night we’ll have leftovers and watch Ed Sullivan. Listen Roy, I’m gonna take a short nap before I start supper. Do what you like but make sure you’re back in the house by six for supper.”
I was tired enough that I chose to do the same. What woke me was the smell of onions being fried and hamburger in the frying pan. I sliced fresh buns we’d picked up at the bakery as she was putting cheese on the burgers. She pointed to a bag of Jay’s potato chips lying on the table. I emptied the bag into a bowl about the same time she was putting the cheeseburgers together.
While watching Martha and the Vandellas lip sync Heat Wave we devoured the burgers and chips. I hadn’t had a pop for weeks, so an entire bottle of Pepsi was a treat. In the past it was always a glass for me and a glass for mother. Sunday I spent exploring the property, including an old dilapidated shed. Inside was it dark and musty smelling, pushing the doors open enough to let in some sunlight my heart stopped for a moment.
In the corner was a 1949 Ford coupe. I happened to know it was the first full size new design Ford produced since world war two. How did I know? My grandpa had one just like it in black. This one was brown with chrome bumpers. Chrome wasn’t available on vehicles during the war years, everything went into the war machine as they called it. It was coated in dust and pigeon droppings, the tires were flat and dry rotted. Opening the driver’s door the fragrance of old upholstery billowed out. Everything appeared to be original, just neglected. My mind went into overdrive wondering who it belonged to and if there was any possibility I might be able to buy it when I saved enough money. I was just about to sit in it when I heard Drews’ voice.
“What are you doing in here Roy? I don’t recall telling you it was okay to go snooping in the shed. Close the door and leave.”
I wasn’t sure what the fuss was about but I also knew I needed to do as she’d told me. As I walked away I looked back, her hand was on the hood, she was bent over and looked as though she was crying. I wasn’t sure how deep in shit I was, but I was in it for sure. I wasted no time in the house and went directly to my room. Even though it was late afternoon and I was getting hungry, no way in hell was I coming out to face another berating, I’d go to bed hungry and eat more in the morning.
That lasted until around seven when my bladder was ready to burst. I snuck down the stairs as quietly as possible, took care of business and tried sneaking back upstairs. As I walked in the room who should I find sitting on my bed but Drew. I stopped in my tracks staring at her. She didn’t speak, she simply pointed to the chair across the room which I wisely sat in.
“I owe you an apology Roy. You were just curious, there was no reason for me to yell at you. The car, you seemed to like it.”
Before she could go on I blurted, “Yes, it’s a ’49 coupe, my grandpa had one. Oh wait, he was your dad, sorry. Anyway I know all about it.”
With a sad smile she spoke, “That car belonged to my late husband. I brought it with me when I bought this place.”
“But wait. I thought you had never been married.”
“That’s what my folks and your mom believed, so I let them. After two or three waitress jobs along the way, saving a bit of money at each place, I ended up in California where I married a realty developer. A very successful developer by the way. His weakness was surfing, he was passionate about it, it’s also what killed him. The beaches were closed but he and his brother just had to ride the huge swells coming as a storm approached. Talk about a tragedy, they both died that day.”
My mouth was hanging open, “But how did you get here if you lived in California?”
“I was the sole beneficiary of his wealth and no idea what to do. His dad offered to buy the business and I accepted. I came here with enough money to buy this property, start the business and build it to what it is today. I could probably live off what I have invested, but that’s not me. I need to work, and I wouldn’t think of abandoning the people who work for me.”
I no longer felt like I was neck deep in alligators, but I wasn’t going to push it either.
“Thanks for telling me Aunt Drew. I mean Drew. I won’t go near it again.”
“Aren’t you hungry Roy? You didn’t come down for supper.”
“I’m starved, but I thought you were mad at me.”
She stood and beckoned me to follow. I finished off the leftover fried chicken from Friday’s lunch and was looking for more when she laughed.
“Holy cow, do you have a hollow leg? There’s some chocolate cake in the pantry, have some of that.”
I was wolfing the last bite when she stood, walked to me, bent over and kissed the top of my head.
“Sorry about earlier Roy, sleep well. We got work again tomorrow.”
At work we settled into the regular routine, me working with the ladies and Drew running the entire show. While eating breakfast one morning she brought up the ’49.
“If you want to tinker with the coupe I don’t mind. Alvin would want that. Letting it sit and rot isn’t something that would please him. I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll have new tires put on it and you pay me back with half your paycheck each week until they’re paid for. I have the money and could make it a gift, but there’s a lesson involved. What we get for nothing doesn’t have the same value as what we pay for.”
With new tires on the car I could at least move it back and forth in the shed. I drained the gas tank and carb, put in new fuel and tried to start it. Foolish me, I hadn’t given the battery a thought. It took me another two weeks to be able to afford a battery without any help from Drew. When I walked from the farm supply store carrying the battery I felt like I was on top of the world. Pushing me aside to sit in the passenger seat she handed me the keys.
“You’re driving Roy. Keep it between the white lines.”
I bought the battery on Saturday, Sunday afternoon just after three the engine came to life. I was beaming inside, I couldn’t stop smiling. Putting it in gear I slowly engaged the clutch hoping it would move, as it inched forward I let out a hoop and holler. Put it in reverse and back in place. As I closed the door getting out I heard soft clapping to my right. Drew was standing with a grin and chuckling softly.
“You did good Roy. It reminds me a lot of Alvin. He wasn’t much taller than you and was slight in build like you. He had a little more bulk to his body, but you’ll get there. If it’s running I suppose we should register it.”
As the days turned into weeks I became acquainted with all the different aspects of the business. By late summer I was working with Drew more than anywhere else. It was as if she was training me for something I wasn’t aware of. By fall I was taking orders and scheduling deliveries. The more I did the happier Drew seemed to be. Some of the older workers began asking about me, who I was, why was I living at the house, was I related? Drew settled it one day at lunch. Standing to get everyone’s attention she started.
“I’m aware there have been numerous questions about Roy. I’m going to explain and from here forward I don’t want to hear anymore. Number one. Roy is a guest in my house whether others like it or not. Number two. He’s being trained to help run the business in the future. Number three. Who and what he is to me is none of your business. That’s the long and short of it. Back to work.”
I didn’t hear another word about it that day and I don’t think she did either. Her answer caught me off guard to say the least, and yet it didn’t. From that day forward the relationship between us changed as well. She was a softer person when others weren’t around, more engaging in conversation. I also noticed that she was more inquisitive of my past as well as what my aspirations for the future were. With the push on for holiday flowers it was a mad house, long hours, strenuous work and not as much sleep.
The week before Christmas was the last delivery until the first of the year, it surprised me when we didn’t go out the Monday of Christmas week. I stood at the door expecting Drew to walk into the kitchen. When she did she was still in her pj’s and slippers. I shrugged my shoulders and put my arms out to the side in a ‘what gives’ gesture.
She smiled. “You didn’t read the notice on the bulletin board did you? You never read the notices. We’re closed until the first other than deliveries next week and checking the greenhouses each day to make sure they’re warm enough. We’ll do that after breakfast. I’m afraid you’re stuck with my cooking this week and next, Consuelo is off the same as the others.”
“Who’s going to cut and put the orders together if everyone is off except the drivers?”
She pointed at me, “We are Roy. You know what to do, between the two of us I think we can handle it. One more thing, you’re taking me to Christmas Eve service at the little church on the edge of town. Do you have Sunday clothes?”
“The only nice clothes I have are the ones I graduated in.”
She scoffed, “Those will never fit, you’ve gained at least twenty pounds since you got here. You’ve gotten taller as well? You look an inch or two higher than before.”
“I don’t think so. I don’t feel any taller.”
“Well the length your pants says otherwise. Stand right there, I’m gonna get my tape measure.”
Patting me on the shoulder after measuring my height she turned me around.
“Sixty-six and a half inches. You told me you were five foot five when you left home, you’ve grown an inch and a half. Good job Roy. Hard work and good food were all you needed for that growth spurt. You’re growing into a man. Isn’t your birthday in February?”
How did she remember all that stuff, furthermore why was it important?
“Yes, it’s in February. Why?”
“Just making sure I have my facts right. By the way, we’re going to town today and buy you some dress clothes, it wouldn’t hurt to get some different work clothes either. Your pants are too short and your shoes have worn out.”
I was glad we were going to town, I wanted to get her something for Christmas but didn’t want to try and find something when we went grocery shopping. J.C. Penney was having a big last minute Christmas sale where we picked out new slacks and shirts for me along with some flannel shirts and new jeans. We were standing at the edge of the women’s delicate’s, as she called them, turning to me she said.
“Wander around a little on your own, I need to shop in here. I’ll meet you by the front door in twenty minutes.”
During our shopping she had stopped near a table that had silk scarves and commented how nice they were before we moved on. I used my twenty minutes to buy her not one, but two scarves. I had them wrapped right away and was reaching to take the box from the lady when Drew walked up.
“I told you twenty minutes Roy. Where you been?”
I surprised myself by having an answer instead of cowering. “I needed to have a gift wrapped.”
She gave me a smirk, “A gift? Who do know that you bought a gift for?”
I could feel a tear welling in my eyes, I looked down and walked past her to the front door. I was just outside the building when I felt a tug on my arm.
I looked at her and said, “What.”
Pointing to the gift-wrapped box she said, “That’s for me isn’t it. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset. Let me make it up to you, I know you like fried chicken, Dizzy Deans Tavern has an all you can eat chicken tonight. Why don’t we go there after we stop at the farm store?”
At the farm store we got a pair of boots and a winter coat for me and an insulated vest for Drew. I commented on the vest on the way to the tavern.
She laughed, “Yeah, it helps keep my (she was patting her chest) my uh, my ta-ta’s warm.
I laughed a little, she slugged me in the shoulder and scolded. “Don’t laugh, you aren’t a girl, you wouldn’t know.”
It was the first she’d shown me affection of any kind, it was as if I was being accepted into her otherwise dark and lonely world. A world I knew all too well. I ate like a hog at the tavern, after my third plate of chicken the owner stopped at the table and looked at Drew with a smile.
“Don’t bring him in here for chicken anymore, he’ll bankrupt me. Just pullin yer chain kid, you’re welcome with Drew anytime. But next time eat before coming here.”
All three of us were laughing as he walked away. Drew yelled out “Another Pabst please.”
He nodded and kept on walking. Two minutes later a cold bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon was sitting in front of her. Following a substantial swig she pointed the bottle to me.
“You want a swig?”
I was embarrassed when I answered, “I’ve never had a beer. I don’t know if I like it.”
Sliding the bottle to me, “Now’s as good a time as any to find out. It’s an acquired taste so it may take more than one drink to know if you like it. Go ahead, take a sip.”
Ugh, that was nasty. I set the bottle and slid to her.
“No, I don’t like it.”
There was a devious look in her eyes when she said, “Mmmm, you might, time will tell.”
On the way out of town she stopped at the Boy Scout Christmas tree lot. Walking through it she talked to me.
“I haven’t had a tree since I moved here, maybe we should get one this year. I know where the ornaments are, I don’t think I have any lights that work anymore, but hey, we don’t need lights.”
With a tree in the bed of the truck we drove home. I had the tree inside and secured in an old stand when she said she wanted to wait to decorate until it warmed and the branches filled out. I watered it and sat next to her on the couch.
“Drew, can we make a popcorn string tomorrow after we’re done in the greenhouse?”
That question prompted another surprise, reaching over she took my hand in hers.
“Your mom did that didn’t she.” I nodded. “Yeah, as girls we did that every Christmas. Sure, we’ll do a popcorn string or two.” Then she laughed. “What about a paper chain? I have lots of construction paper and we can make some paste. I haven’t done that since I was a small kid.”
I fell asleep that night with a feeling of belonging somewhere, something I hadn’t felt in years. We made two popcorn strings and a paper chain the next afternoon. Supper was Oscar Mayer wieners and baked beans Consuelo had made the day she left. ‘None of that stuff from a can’ Drew had mumbled as she warmed them. The next three days were days of relaxation, we would sleep until around seven, have a leisurely breakfast, take care of things in the morning and have the afternoons to ourselves. The guys made deliveries on Monday and Tuesday, with Christmas on Friday nothing was scheduled until the 28th. Drew had commented that New Year’s Eve generated a lot of business with corsages and such.
On Christmas eve I was bathed, dressed and ready to go by seven. The service began at 8 and I didn’t want to be a reason we might be late. You might say an early present for me was when Drew walked into the living room. I wondered where the hard working take no prisoners person had gone. In front of me was a woman, a good-looking woman. Her dress was red with little green hollies throughout. (It was 1963)
I’d never seen her hair styled before, or makeup of any kind. It was common for her to wear earrings, but never anything as fancy as what she had on. What caught my eye the most was the shimmer of her stockings and high heels. They had to be at least three inches, I remembered mom had a similar pair. The service was short and sweet, everyone was invited to stay for punch and cookies. As we headed for the basement she took my arm.
“Now don’t eat all the danged cookies Roy. Just a few okay? We have plenty at home. Consuelo made and then hid them at my request. I knew if you found them they would be gone before Christmas. So. Just a few, right?”
I nodded and whispered, “I’ll only eat a few. Promise.”
As I picked up the sixth frosted cookie I felt a soft slap on the back of my head and a stern voice.
“You cheated. Come on, we should head home anyway.”
I thought it strange that a man was leaning on her truck when we walked out of the building. As we approached Drew stiffened.
“Virgil.” She said with disdain.
He nodded, “Drew.”
“What do you want Virg?”
“I want a date with you.”
She scoffed, “That’s never going to happen and you need to stop asking. Good night and Merry Christmas. Now get the hell off my truck.”
As we drove away she was almost spitting as she spoke, “That man drives me to cuss. He’s such an ass. He’s been asking me to go out for the past three years and I always tell him no. You’d think he could figure it out at some point. Wouldn’t you?”
“He seemed nice Drew. Why won’t you go out with him?”
“I’ll tell you why. First off, he’s married with two kids. Second, refer back to reason number one.”
Wow, I had never seen her that fired up before, and certainly nothing like what she’s just said. I figured she was talking about sex, drifted off to sleep I wondered if my aunt has sex. I’d never seen her so much as embrace a man, but, she tended to be gone for business functions every month or so, usually over a weekend. I slept until after eight Christmas morning waking to the smell of breakfast being cooked.
She’d gone all out, fresh cinnamon buns that had cooled enough for her to put drizzled frosting on them. The main breakfast consisted of warmed ham slices to go along with waffles made from some Scandinavian recipe like mother used to make. It was a leisurely meal, we talked, she informed me what we needed to do over the next few days, then we sat back with a cup of coffee and warm cinnamon roll. I helped her clear the table and do dishes before we adjourned to the living room. (Homes didn’t have dishwashers like they do now)
Under the tree were my meager offerings of two silk scarves and some perfume to match what was already on her dresser. I’d had Consuelo get it for me. There was a small package for me and an envelope. She clapped her hands to get my attention.
“Okay Santa. Hand out the gifts, the envelope with your name gets opened last.”
After she’d opened the perfume I opened the small package which contained cloth work gloves, I was definitely in need of those. Mine were worn and the fingers were hanging out the ends. I handed her the last gift from me. As she opened the package she began to cry. I was clueless as to what I may have done wrong, so I did what all smart guys do, I kept my mouth shut. Reaching for a Kleenex she dabbed her eyes, put one of the scarves around her neck and smiled.
“Thank you Roy. I love these, I would never buy them for myself. I know it’s silly since I can afford it, but the aftereffects of living in poverty after I was kicked out are deeply engrained. I seldom splurge on myself. Can I hug you? Are you too old for that?”
Mom and gram had hugged me, but it seemed different with Drew. She was soft, warm, and smelled so good. That was the moment I became aware those bumps on her chest were soft and squishy, they had always seemed so rigid. The hug lasted longer than moms ever did and when she pulled back holding me at arm’s length she spoke softly.
“Sorry, it’s just that with your growth spurt and added weight it was like holding Alvin again. Damn his hide. Why did he have to go and die on me?”
Straightening up she said, “Enough of that. Open the envelope.”
With bated breath and trembling fingers I slowly opened the envelope only to see a piece of official looking paper. As I unfolded it the enormity of the gift hit me like a ton of bricks. I was staring at the title of the ’49 in my name. I fought like hell to contain the tears of joy but failed. Drew reached for and pulled me into another hug. When my shoulders stopped shaking she pushed me back holding out her clenched hand palm side down. Staring at her in bewilderment she chuckled,
“Well, open your hand Roy.”
With my hand outstretched she placed a key in the palm. It had a tag on the key fob that said “Big Surf Realty”.
With tears in her eyes she spoke, “That was Alvin’s and only his. I never had a key to the ’49, it’s yours now. The registration and insurance are taken care of. All that remains is for you to drive it. The Lutheran church hosts a Christmas dinner each year for the elderly or bums drifting through and moms with kids and no family nearby. They always need help serving the hundred or so who show up, want to go with me?” I nodded. “I can call the minister to let him know we’ll be there. And…. you can drive us there in your car. YOUR car Roy.”
How could I refuse. I was on my way out the door when Drew hollered at me.
“Hey, put a coat on, it’s cold this morning. You might want to take a pair of those new gloves along.”
There sat the ’49 with a big red bow tied to the steering wheel. I started the old girl and sat as she warmed, becoming intoxicated with the very thought that this car was mine. With the engine warmed I drove to the end of the driveway and back. The car drove like a dream, the driveway wasn’t long enough to do more than barely get it into second, third gear would come later when we went to town. I parked it with a grin and thoughts of getting some fuzzy dice for the rear-view mirror. I was on cloud nine when I walked through the front door.
Drew looked up from her crocheting, “How was it? Does she still run good? You look comfortable behind the wheel. Maybe I’ll scoot next to you on the way home, it’ll be like old times for me. Riding with Alvin, my arm on the back of the seat, my fingers playing in his hair.”
She stopped talking, grabbed some Kleenex and started dabbing her eyes again. Nothing more was said about the car. Moments later she announced.
“Let’s get dressed Roy. Jeans and a flannel will be good for working on the food line. We’ll probably end up wearing part of dinner so there’s no sense being dressed up. We’re leaving in 15, there will be lots to do getting everything ready to start serving at eleven. How about warming the car while we dress.”
By the time we left the house the car was pleasantly warm. I eased into first gear and let the clutch out slowly. On the open road I was up to 40 and in third gear within a half mile. It rode as smooth as silk. Drew talked about how much she and Alvin loved riding in that car as she fiddled with the radio dialing in the local AM rock and roll station. We weren’t the first volunteers to arrive but fairly close. Mrs. JoHansen was in charge of the kitchen, and I mean in charge. She was barking orders left and right, keeping everyone and everything in order.
We began serving at eleven on the dot with a line of about thirty people waiting. Mostly older retired folks, a few young mothers with littles who I figured were probably divorced without extended family nearby. Those who were simply free loaders and not necessarily needy were easy to spot. Though no one said anything it was apparent they weren’t well received. The meal was supposed to be for the indigent, the retired and the needy, not people too damned lazy to cook. As the meal was about to end I noticed an older guy with tattered clothes all bundled up, a raggedy scarf around his neck in an attempt to ward off the cold air. Mrs. JoHansen left the kitchen immediately to help seat him. She then got a plate and served the man. She remained sitting next to him speaking softly.
“What is that about?” I asked Drew.
“That’s her dad. He lives in a small cabin in the woods just north of town. He built it by hand when he retired. He lives off the land trapping for extra money and hunting or fishing for most of his food. He does have electricity now but no indoor plumbing or central heat. There’s a wood stove that he cooks on and heats the one room cabin.”
Her answer left me with more questions than answers. “Where does he go to the bathroom if he doesn’t have plumbing? And why does he look like a bum? Won’t anyone help him?”
She motioned to keep serving and spoke. “I’ll tell you on the way home. When these people are served we should begin washing dishes, the others can handle the few that will straggle in.”
I was rinsing, she was putting them in the sink to wash and another older lady was drying. By the time the last of the people were served and we were drying the few remaining dishes we were not only tired but half soaked from the waste up. It was the first time I had seen Drew in a different light, sort of an admirable light. Her blouse soaked the pretty white bra with some lacy stuff along the top edges showed through clearly.
The fabric was tight to her body, her breasts were a lot like mom’s, not large, neither were they small. I had an epiphany at that moment, she wasn’t just my Aunt Drew, she was a woman, a damned attractive woman. I felt my manhood, or should I say boyhood considering I’d never been with a woman, begin to stiffen. Out of embarrassment I mumbled something about needing the restroom and made haste in the opposite direction. I tried to get my pecker soft enough to piss but that damned thing continued to stand proud. I was able to eventually push it down enough to pee.
When I left the bathroom Drew was standing in the hall with my jacket. “We’re done. Let’s go home. Leftovers are in the bowl.”
When my jacket was on she slid her arm through mine and nudged me toward the door. We weren’t a half mile down the road when she slid across the bench seat to the middle. With about six inches between us she began.
“About Morris. When he returned from the Korean conflict in ’53 he was a basket case. Drinking heavy, doing drugs, the demons in his head were more than his mind could handle so he stayed stoned most of the time. Molly was twelve at that time, she and her mom Clarissa tried hard but failed at first. Clarissa eventually got him sober and working at the sawmill.”
Shifting in the seat she continued.
“Life hit rock bottom when Clarissa died three years later from breast cancer. Molly, Mrs. JoHansen, was sixteen at the time her mom died, she did her best to keep him on the straight and narrow but he was lost to the world. As soon as Molly graduated he changed.”
I muttered, “Holy shit.”
She cuffed the back of my head, “Language Roy. It doesn’t take any intelligence to cuss. That’s when he bought six acres of uncleared forest from the Barton’s, cleared an acre and used the logs to build his house, all the time still working at the mill. Nights and weekends were spent on that cabin, had it not been for that he’d have been back on the booze and drugs. Took him almost two years to do that. Molly was living with her now husband at that time so he removed himself from the rest of us.”
I was thoroughly confused, my almost 19-year-old mind wasn’t processing what she was trying to tell me.
“What does that mean? He removed himself?”
As we pulled in the long driveway she patted my thigh, scooted back to her side of the car and told me she’d finish the story inside.
I was pleasantly surprised when she walked into the living room in just jammies, she usually wore a robe tied tightly over them. She sat on the couch about a foot away.
“Where was I? Oh yeah, he checked out. He quit his job at the sawmill and normally doesn’t come to town for any reason other than a few staples from the grocery store. He sold his truck and pulls a kids wagon to haul his purchases home, summer or winter, doesn’t matter. Molly goes to see him from time to time, he never has much to say but always thanks her for coming. It’s a sad situation.”
“Yeah but, how does he live?”
“He trapped and sold furs for the first years until he reached social security age, then stopped. What he gets each month is enough to eke out an existence and that’s all he wants. This will probably be the last Christmas we’ll see him. He’s dying from cancer. Him dying will be the first kind thing in his life since Clarissa passed. It’s sad, there’s no other way to describe it.”
Something happened that changed the dynamics of my time with Drew. As she turned away from me reaching for the cup of hot chocolate on the end table the second button of her pajamas opened. When she turned back I had my first glimpse of bare naked tits. All I saw were the tops and cleavage, but it was enough to give me an instant hardon. I quickly grabbed a pillow and set it on my lap with my hands crossed on top trying to keep my erection in check. It wasn’t working very well.
Drew looked at me funnily, then down at her front and grabbed her PJ top. “Oh, sorry. I should have been more careful Roy, after all, you are a man. You are a man, aren’t you?”
I nodded as my mind debated. A man, she called me a man. My cock was telling me I was at the same time my mind was telling me I wasn’t. When the hot chocolate was finished she took the cups and went into the kitchen, by the time she returned I’d softened enough to stand and not be embarrassed. As I lay in bed I couldn’t stop seeing the tops of her breasts and cleavage. I didn’t masturbate often, at least up until that point. Whereas I took my laundry down Monday evening, she would put hers in the laundry room hamper every morning.
My devious mind was working overtime that night. Did I dare do what I was contemplating, or just grab some Kleenex and shoot my wad in there? The devil on my left shoulder won. I snuck down the stairs, explored the laundry basket until I found the treasure and quickly scampered to my room. Dropping my underwear I sat against the headboard with my legs spread and a pair of her soft nylon panties wrapped around my dick. Slowly I slid the slick material up and down my throbbing hardon, the precum was leaking onto the panties as I stroked. It seemed to take no time and I was filling the crotch of those panties to overflowing.
I came so hard it left me momentarily dazed and completely out of breath. The panties were soaked with thick creamy semen, it was no longer just in the crotch. Squeezing the last few drops from my dick I wiped the residue with Kleenex, snuck down the stairs and buried the panties in the middle hoping Consuelo would grab a handful of laundry without inspecting. I certainly didn’t want Drew to know I was beating my meat using her panties as the depository.
Over the course of the next four or five weeks I noticed Drew’s indoor attire was more relaxed than previously. In fact, I could have sworn that on more than one occasion the top two buttons of her jammies were left open on purpose. I also realized she had figured out why a pillow was on my lap most nights. I had begun sneaking down to the laundry basket every four or five nights at that point. The end result was always flooding the fabric of her worn panties with young potent seed. It was a night ten days before my birthday that my heart did a flip flop while rummaging through the basket looking for panties.
I had seen the newest phenomenon in women’s underwear in catalogs but never in person. Bikini panties, and there they were, a pair of sky-blue silky feeling nylon panties. I actually jacked off twice before putting them back imagining my aunt standing in front of me wearing them. I had now graduated from seeing my aunt as a woman to seeing her in a sexual manner. Other than the few tit shots she supposedly hadn’t realized she was showing me there had been no other indication of her being sexual.
Work was keeping my mind in check during the day, it was those evenings on the couch watching TV or reading that were killing me. With my birthday two days away she reached over, put her hand on mine and announced.
“We’re going out for your birthday, since it’s a Saturday we can sleep late the next day.”
I chuckled to myself, sleep late? Her sleep late was maybe seven, mine was much later. Late in the afternoon on Saturday she told me she wanted me to dress up. I mentioned I didn’t have anything fancy she responded.
“I have something for you. Meet me downstairs by the bathroom in ten minutes.”
When I reached the bottom step and turned right there stood Drew with a suit. When I reached her she held it against my body.
“Damn, I was right. It will fit.”
I stared at her, “Language” I said. We smiled and laughed. “I want you to wear this, it will fit you nicely. I’m not trying to reinvent Alvin in you, it simply makes no sense having it hang in my closet, he’d have wanted you to wear it.”
With the suit and dress shirt on I approached her with the tie. I didn’t have a clue about tying it other than the wide part was supposed to be in the front. With deft fingers she had it tied and was sliding it to my neck in a minute’s time. Lightly patting my chest she backed away.
“You look good Roy. You’ll do.”
It was my turn to observe her in a dark blue pencil dress, at least that’s what I thought they called it. I especially loved the sheer sparkly stockings, listening to the faint swoosh of silk rubbing together when she stepped back. The neckline was kind of a scoop thing that didn’t reveal anything, but you certainly knew it was under there. The dark blue short heels put everything in proportion. At the closet she turned for me to help with her coat, it was the first time I stared at her cute butt. It wasn’t pronounced nor was it flat, it seemed to have the perfect curvature for her body frame.
She insisted we take the ’49 and that she sit close to me on the way home. No hanky panky, just a closeness I hadn’t experienced before as we talked. Inside I was loving every second, at the same time I was thinking about anything other than her presence to keep my dick from getting hard. I think she sensed my dilemma, asking me to drop her off at the porch she suggested I put the car away. Before the door closed, she leaned in.
“Will you meet me in the living room for hot chocolate?” She asked. I nodded. “Okay, 15 minutes, dress comfy.”
Sweatpants weren’t a thing then, I normally slept in my underwear, so I wore a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. She was in her customary pajamas that somehow seemed sexier than normal. When she left to get hot chocolate from the kitchen the second button was closed, when she returned it was open, although she was leaning back so I couldn’t see her chest. Our conversation went in a direction I never expected.
“You’re 19 now aren’t you?” I nodded. “I thought so. And never been with a girl huh?” I nodded again. “Well it’s 1964, that ends here and now.”
I protested, “I’ve never so much as held a girl’s hand other than you and I sure haven’t kissed a girl. Girls don’t want to go out with a runt like me.”
Moving closer she looked at me, putting her finger under my chin as she admonished me.
“That’s rubbish Roy. You may have been a runt, but not anymore. Listen, who you were is not who you are now. You’re becoming a solid man, one of integrity and respect. You certainly aren’t ugly, any girl in her right mind would be happy with a guy like you.”
What she did next threw me for a loop. Her hand went under my shirt and lightly pinched a nipple. It felt different and good at the same time.
Withdrawing her hand she asked. “Did you like that Roy.”
I could barely speak, “Yes, it felt kind of good.”
“Then that’s exactly what I want you to do to mine.”
As the last button of her top opened she moved the fabric to the sides. Oh shit, my cock was hard and aching, I was sure I’d begun to literally salivate. They were so perfect, so round, they stuck out at least two inches or more from her chest, I wasn’t sure if I was breathing any longer. Taking my hands in hers she lifted them to her breasts.
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“Feel them Roy. Mmm-hmm, you can squeeze them gently, lift them and see how nice they fit in your hands. Move your fingers to the nipples and squeeze them like I did yours. Okay, roll them gently. Can you feel how hard they’re getting? That’s because they like it Roy, they like being played with.”
In a moment of shock I blurted, “Why are you telling me to feel you?”
Moving close enough to be nose to nose she lightly kissed my lips and moved back with her hands on the sides of my face. My hands never left her breasts. I was enthralled by their size, the warmth, the perfectly shaped roundness.
“Because it’s time that you realized what a handsome young man you are. I have feelings just like you have feelings. They didn’t go away just because Alvin died. I trust you, you know how to keep your mouth shut and to be frank. I’m lonely, terribly lonely.”
I was thrilled and confused at the same time, my cock was excessively hard. “I live in the same house with you Drew. Why are you lonely?”
She sighed heavily, “Yes, we live in the same house, eat together, watch TV together and all the rest. But with you here and looking so much like a man it isn’t enough. I find myself wanting comfort and desire from a man, to be fulfilled physically. In other words, I need to feel like a woman again, not just a business owner. I know this is sudden and probably shocking to you. What I’m trying to say is that I want you to make love to me.”
My emotions must have been at full peak because her hands left my face and grabbed my hands.
“Not so hard, they need to be loved softly.”
“But Aunt Drew, I don’t know how to make love. I don’t know what to do.”
She patted my face in a playful slap, “I’m Drew. Remember? As for knowing nothing that’s okay. What you need to understand is that I do know lots of stuff, stuff that I will teach you. Your first lesson was tonight, and you passed. The rest of tonight’s lesson will be in my bedroom. Follow me.”
Part two is done and will be posted in about a week.