Chapter 1

The earliest of memories are about my family and with the warm large house I grew-up in. My two older sisters and my parents were a close family. Happily middle-class. I have no memories beyond being happy in my first few years.

But, the first visual memory I have involved my mother's sister, Aunt Thelma.

It was New Year's Eve, and I had been sent to bed soon after the new year rang in. I awoke an indeterminate amount of time later with someone laying next to me in my small bed. I can still remember the sharp smell of alcohol as well as stale perfume.

It was not the body next to me in bed that woke me, but the hand inside my pajama bottoms and even inside my shorts. The warm, long-nailed hand, had my pre-teen manhood in a firm grasp and was milking it lovingly.

Not understanding what was happening I pretended sleep as my member grew as it sometimes did at the most embarrassing of times. I guess the lips pressed into my cheek when I reached full hardness; the gasp of astonishment echoed into my ear. The thin female body pressed itself into my leg in time to the squeeze of the hand.

I can remember being scared, but more memorable is that I enjoyed the hand and the close body next to mine. After several minutes of this, the person next to me let out a guttural moan then lay still, her body still pressed against mine. Nothing happened for several moments until I ventured to take a peek at the person next to me. I saw that it was my Aunt and she appeared to be sleeping. The next morning I awoke to find myself alone.