A story of the inevitable coming of age of a boy/young man.
I enjoyed writing this and I have some suspicion that occurences resembling this happen more often than we suspect.
I hope you get as much pleasure from reading it as I got writing it and as usual I would appreciate receiving your feedback on this tale, both positive and negative.
Aunt Sandy moves in to take care of her three nephews when their mother dies. The oldest, a 17-year-old, finds it difficult to adjust until her loving attention becomes very, very loving.
It all started between Brenda and me not long after I met her as my new freshman roomie. She took some photos of me for my boyfriend back home and before it was over I had my first experience with a girl outside my family. While we kept it between the two of us at first, things heated up when her married brother, father of two, got in the middle of us - literally. Although it had been quite a while since we were last together, like riding a bike some things just come back naturally.
Finally, my sophomore year was over and summer break was here. I had been wondering how my first few days would be after being gone for so long. Well, I needn't have worried as my parents had quite a homecoming planned for me.