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Aunt Virginia

... beside me. Her body was warm, and I lay against her, perfectly at peace with the world. I don't know if my Aunt wanted some reciprocation that night or not. It didn't occur to me, and she was wise enough not to push things. I don't recall anything after the warmth of her body beside mine, but know I must have gone directly to sl**p. Not a very auspicious beginning, I know, but it is the last time I can recall rolling over and going to sl**p immediately upon climax. I did not see Aunt Virginia for several weeks after that. My parents did not go out without my s****r and me very often, and we usually only saw my aunt on f****y holidays and when we needed a babysitter. I did not miss her exactly - what we had shared was, as far as I knew, a one-time thing. At the age of eight, many of the things in one's life have never been repeated. I went on about my normal routines, and didn't give it any thought. Shortly before school started in the fall, my parents went away for the week. My father's work required him to go out of the country for training, and my mother accompanied him, as she frequently did. I've learned since that they treasured those opportunities to be alone together without us k**s, but at the time, it was just a part of my world that I had never questioned. As it developed, Ginny went to stay with our grandparents, and I went to stay with Aunt Virginia. I should mention that my s****r's name was also Virginia: she was named after my aunt, but we called her Ginny to ...

... differentiate between them. Aunt Virginia lived in an apartment in a more central part of the city. It was like a different world to a k** like me who spent all of his time in the suburbs, and I looked forward to the adventure. My parents told me to behave myself for my aunt, promising dire consequences if I should make a burden of myself. Since I loved my aunt dearly, I found their concerns absurd. Of course I would behave myself! When we got to her house, she pulled out the couch in her living room and showed me that it was also a bed. She got the blankets, sheets and a pillow out of a closet, and I helped her make the bed. "You'll sl**p here. We'll make it like your own bedroom," she promised. It was early evening, not nearly my eight o'clock bed time yet. "would you like to watch television?" she asked. "Sure!" We didn't have a television. My parents considered them frivolous luxuries. The only time I had ever seen Mickey Mouse or Howdy Doody was on the sets at friend's houses, and we usually had better things to do than watch television when we were playing together. I looked around the living room. There was no television in sight. I must have looked puzzled. "It's in my bedroom," Aunt Virginia smiled. "Do you know how to behave in a lady's bedroom?" Her smile seemed to mean something different than her words did. I nodded and she laughed lightly as she touched my face. "Yes, I'm sure you do," she admitted. I sat on the foot of her bed as she turned on the set. "It will ...