This happened in the late winter of 1978. Had to be about the beginning of March. We were living in Pittsburgh at the time in one of the split level brick houses that were built after world war two. I was eleven and scrawny with limp hair I was trying to grow long like the older boys. I was living with my Aunt Tabitha at the time and we were very poor. Not so poor as we missed any significant meals or had our lights turned off but poor enough so all our furniture and clothes came from the salvation army and that we didn’t turn the heat on at all Before the end of November or after the beginning of February. What I remember was that it had been a cold winter and we’d gotten a bunch of army surplus blankets and tacked them up over all the windows to keep the heat in. We closed all the doors and stuffed towels and plush animals under them to keep down the drafts. We’d each gotten these wonderful terry cloth robes for Christmas from the Christian Heart Church. They must have gotten a whole shipment of them donated. They were red and covered in green holly leaves and very, very warm. So around the house, we would wear these robes and about six pairs of socks each with watch caps and an army surplus blanket around the shoulders. The best way to stay warm at night was to sleep in our robes in the same bed with a mountain of blankets piled on top snuggled up tight.
That night my Aunt Tabi was complaining bitterly about the cold. It was somewhere close to freezing outside and it couldn’t have been warmer than forty degrees in the house. So I snuggled into her side and she glommed onto me, sticking her hands in my armpits which nearly got me too ticklish to stay cozy. I remember Aunt Tabi was always commenting on how warm I was in the winter, “How do you stay so warm, you’re always so warm!” She was pulling me up so that I was almost laying on top of her and she was shivering.
“You’re warmer than the blankets,” She said as she tried to close off all the dangerous breaches in our cocoon. “I can be your blanket”, I said, “Want me to be your blanket?”
“Yeah, Baby, be my blanket, I’m so ‘effin cold.” Aunt Tabi always said “’eff “ and “A-hole”, never the actual curse word. So I climbed fully on top of her and tried to cover as much of her body with as much of my body as I could and she chinked all the cracks with army blanket and we fell asleep like that.
Only, I never fell fully asleep. I was very toasty warm but sleeping knees to knees on someone isn’t all that comfy also I was having kinda funny feelings about it. I hadn’t had any experience with girls but then again this wasn’t a girl, this was my Aunt who was god and supreme authority all rolled in one. I wasn’t thinking anything sexual but my body was and all the sudden I started to feel the heat in my groin. I was cozy at first, just feeling the warmth and snugness but as my little penis started to get hard I started to get scared. Kind of panicky. I’m thinking, “Oh, Spit, what do I do now?” Before I knew it I had a full blown hard on and I was straining my abdominals to keep my pelvis up and away from her so she wouldn’t feel it.
This began to become very uncomfortable for me and she must have started to get uncomfortable too because she began to shift around in her sleep. I was all set to try and quietly slide right off her, hoping I wouldn’t wake her but she had her arms wrapped around me and she squoze me too her.
Soon my abdominals started to sing with tension and I was shivering with the effort of holding my body up. I thought, “Maybe if I lower down very slowly, I can line up my body so my penis isn’t touching her and then when I fall asleep it’ll go away. I did this, laying down so that my hips were tilted at an uncomfortable angle away from her. Now, however, my face was snuggled down into her breasts which were’nt much but were enough to make sure my hard on never went away. Then the worst possible thing happened. She shifted the leg that I was supporting my entire weight on, out from under me and now my lower legs were laying on the mattress. That was bad because I was now laying between her legs with my pelvis and my hard penis laying fully on her pelvis and whatever secret woman parts was on the other side of two terry cloth robes and two sets of underwears. And then she hugged me to her even tighter.
My mind came up with two possible scenarios. One was that I try to break her embrace and wake her up so that I could get off her and back to my side of the bed with the inherent risk that she then notice my hard-on and scold me for it or worse--OR--I lay here quietly and not make a move and try and just fall asleep. She might wake up in the morning and find me laying like that but by then, surely , my hard-on would be long gone. Of course, if I fell asleep and she woke up before my Hard-on was gone she would probably wake me up with a clunk to the head. So the answer was then to stay awake as long as I could and thing disgusting horrible thoughts about dead rats and monsters until my hard-on went away. The problem with that was that is was very hard to think about dead rats and monsters when I was so cuddly cozy and there was such a persistent warmth coming from my groin. Really, I just wanted to snuggle deeper into her delicious warmth and my body liked that pressure of my penis against her firm pelvis. It felt nice to have her thighs pressing against my hips and to have my face resting between her pillow-like breasts. I liked hearing her heartbeat and her slow breathing and the way her breath delicately tossed my hair. And so, I fell asleep for real.
I awoke to a shifting beneath me and a scritching sound coming from under the blankets. I felt the back of my Aunt’s hand brush my thigh and I was suddenly paralyzed with fear. She was waking up! And, from the sound of it, scratching her pubes and her hand was perilously close to my still hard penis! I sucked in a breath and held it, holding my body rigidly tense. This was the chance i had to slip out of her embrace while she only had one arm around me but I didn’t take it. I don’t know exactly why but I didn’t move to get off of her. Instead I froze like a statue and waited to see if she would clout me across the brow for being such dirty little brat.
But she didn’t. She never fully woke up. She scooted her butt around under me and laid the arm she was scratching with over her head. Turned her face away from me and settled back into sleep. I slowly let out my breath and began to breathe again. I settled back down on her and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. But now, I was hot. I was actually sweating and I could feel she was too. Her robe was open and the tank top she had under it was damp. I rested my head against her chest and discovered my brow was sticky and it stuck to the exposed skin above the collar of her shirt. In the middle of one of the coldest nights of the year I was sweating like a pig.
Now I was getting itchy too. The back of my neck itched and my armpits and also my groin. I lay there for a long time trying to ignore it. Trying to ignore the pulsing coming from my penis. Trying to ignore the intense heat coming from the closeness of our two bodies and trying to go back to sleep. Eventually, snaked my hand down inside the covers to scratch an itch on my thigh and then my butt and finally, I lifted my body to scratch my own crotch. I listened to Aunt Tabi’s breathing, waiting for a change. The back of my hand brushed her bare midriff and she twitched. I froze but she remained breathing regularly. I could feel my own briefs were damp and the waistband was irritating. I opened my shorts and lifted my body so a draft of cool air flowed all the way down between us. The cold felt wonderful on my hot groin and I pulled my testes away from my body, enjoying the breeze. My hand closed around my penis and I squeezed, hard, wanting it to go down but the pressure was exquisite instead. I pushed the elastic of my shorts down so that my balls rested out over the band. At that moment all I wanted to do was to sink back down onto her and I didn’t have the will power or even enough fear not to. I had both arms straight against the mattress like I was doing a push-up and I slowly relaxed, waiting to feel my penis touch the thin cotton cloth of her undies and already feeling incredibly anxious and guilty and full of anticipation when my penis did touch I felt course fur instead. I gasped inwardly and my butt flinched back up a quarter of an inch removing the contact when my Aunt shifted again. She moaned in her sleep and her arms circled around me. She brought her knees up on either side of my hips and hugged me down, closing every small gap that had been between us to nothing.
My head was filled with alarms, black and red checkerboards and spirals swirled behind my eyes, my heart was suddenly pounding so hard it was leaping inside my ribcage. I couldn’t catch my breath and I was again sweating furiously. All the time Aunt Tabi was making snuggley sounds and hugging me tighter and tighter.
Panic was rising in me at the same time as my intense excitement. There came a shoveling sound in my eardrums along with a high pitched whine and goose bumps all over my body. My vision narrowed to a single black point and I shivered all over. My brain was completely shut down, I had no thoughts at all. Just intense fear and the freight train of itchy, squidgy, overwhelming pleasure coming from my groin and racing up my spine. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up and tingly pins and needles burst across my back and arms and then slowly faded as my breath came back to my.
My heart was still beating like a giant bass drum, a sound like jets of steam in my ears. The tension in body seeped slowly out of me and sense came back.
What had just happened? What was going on! Where am I? My Aunt! Did she wake up? Am I awake! WHAT HAPPENED? I had never had an orgasm before and really at that time hadn’t, I don’t think, ever even heard of one. I was completely terrified I might have just had a heart attack. A heart attack brought on by guilt? I wondered. I might need to get to a doctor but how in the world can I explain what happened to anyone. I remember thinking. What if I die before morning and my Aunt wake up to find my penis out and laying on her.
My penis! What happened, what did it touch, where is it now. The sensations of my body came back to me suddenly and I could feel every dermal nerve on every part of my body reach out and touch every part of my immediate surroundings. I felt my penis. It was still hard and felt to be laying, full length, on a carpet. It seemed to be laying, nestled into, a wrinkle and everything was wet and warm and sweaty. I could feel my heart beat in my penis and after a moment, I could feel another one. Hers. I could feel a hard ridge of bone crossing the base of my penis and warm moisture on my scrotum. I now listened for any sign that my Aunt was awake and noting any of the same things I was. Her breathing was still steady and her arms were wrapped tightly around me but not with any, apparent, conscious grip. But, where were her panties?
Her Breathing. It was steady and slow and the sound one associates with a sleeping person but I realized it wasn’t. The thing my Aunt does that she doesn’t know about about is she snores. Not heavily, not like a chainsaw felling a sequoia but more like a low idling diesel engine or a prop plane off in the distance. My Aunt was not actually asleep. More than that, I don’t think I had heard her snore all night so she probably hadn’t been totally asleep at all, ever, at any time ALL NIGHT!
I swallowed slowly. What was I to do with this information. What the hell did this mean? Did she really know what was happening right this moment? had she known what I was going through all night? Was she doing this deliberately? It kinda made me mad to think it honestly. I was completely petrified for hours on end and my back was stiff from trying to hold my body up and away from hers for such long periods at a time and she might have KNOWN!
Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she had been in a half sleep this whole time and probably not aware of any of it. Probably she just wasn’t snoring because she not fully in a dream sleep or she just wasn’t snoring tonight for some other reason. After all, I had no proof she snored EV-ery night. I hadn’t spent the two preceding years living with her, listening to her breathing every night. Just the nights that I fell asleep after she did. Just about every night of the first year I came to live with her because I could never let my mind shut down and just go to sleep. Just the nights where I slept snuggled up near her in the bed this winter because we couldn’t pay the heating bill. Just that many nights.
So what was going on here? Reevaluated, here I was, an eleven year old male who was basically naked and had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit. It was the middle of the night and I was laying on top of my, also nearly naked, Aunt with that selfsame hard-on wedged in the fold of a part of the female anatomy I had yet to even glimpse AND, here’s the kicker, The aforementioned Aunt, might, really might be *Awake*.
The question was, why was she letting this go on. She couldn’t have been awake through the preceding events and not put a stop to it--unless, maybe she was embarrassed. Maybe She was so put off by what I had done that she couldn’t face the idea of us both being aware of the indiscretion.
Either that or she was just playing a kind of mean trick on me. That thought made me a little mad again. If this was a trick it was the meanest damn trick ever recorded in the history of man, I thought. At that point I I lifted my butt and was in the process of moving off her, Hell, if she was awake, it didn’t matter now. Might as well try and get some sleep. I wasn’t going to fall for anybody’s mean trick.
But, before I’d moved very far, My Aunt’s arms had encircled me tighter and my body went rigid again. I hovered there for a few seconds, waiting to see what would happen next. After half a minute, I began to relax back down onto her again. She seemed to want me there. I thought about that for a second. What if? As I relaxed onto her, I had changed my position so that my penis didn’t land so directly on her womanhood. I was off a bit to the side and under me I felt, not the sticky cleft of her hairy mound but a rope of twisted up panties.
That brought me back to the question that had niggled at me before, what had happened to her underwear? I was sure they had been there before but then when I had laid down moments ago and had my heart attack, they had been gone. I thought about it a for a long time without moving. It came to me, that when she had scratched herself, she had moved them aside. Deliberately? Or, had she really been asleep at the time. What did that imply? I probably laid there another five minutes thinking about that. All through this, neither my Aunt or I moved.
I came to the tentative conclusion that my Aunt had been awake the entire night and that on some level, she was orchestrating this whole scenario. I mean, she asked me to be her blanket, then she opened her legs so I would end up between them and finally, she may have deliberately moved her panties to the side. Through it all she was pretending to be asleep. The thought occurred to me that my Aunt wanted something like this to happen but wanted to be innocent as well. Wanted to do this without guilt. She couldn’t feel guilty about this if she was asleep could she?
This line of thinking had a pleasing ring to it. If my Aunt was leading me into this that I didn’t have to feel so guilty either. I hadn’t made any off this happen, in fact, I had done a lot to try and get out of the situation! It wasn’t my fault any of this had happened. I realized that it was also important to my Aunt to keep up this pretense. She didn’t want this to be something she was consciously doing. She wanted it to just happen without consequences. Now I didn;t think about all of this in quite these terms. At the time I probably couldn’t have put any of this into any kind of words at all. I just intuited most of it and the rest was rationalization because I wanted to do it too. My hormones were talking very loudly at this point. My penis was so rigid it was painful and the closeness of my Aunts body was like water behind a dam. It created a pressure that was hard to ignore.
I slowly shifted my weight again and my penis crossed the rope of panties and nestled into the warm, moist trough I had felt before. I let my breathing go fully and I relaxed totally on top of her. Just breathing in and out, in and out. Feeling a kind of rest I hadn’t known all night. Below me, my Aunt seemed to relax also. Her arms loosened around my back and i felt the strain in her thighs dissolve away. Her knees slowly fell to the bed and her shoulders eased under the weight of my head.
As she breathed I became attuned to her guiding me. With each breath she moved ever so slightly. She rocked her pelvis up and placed gentle pressure on my shoulders. I began to moved slightly with every breath as well. Moving downward. It was a game we were playing. She was slowly positioning me but it was all so accidental. We were asleep and had no culpability. She moved up and I moved down. I felt my testes slip off of the shelf of her pubic bone and the head of my penis slipped between the folds of that fleshy crack. It was all so exquisitely slow. It must have taken fifteen minutes for our bodies to each move two inches in opposite directions.
When the head of my penis pressed against the opening to her vulva, she let out a soft contented sigh. The weight of my hips were pressing down on her and she rocked her hips up slowly to meet it. With great fascination I felt completely, every sensation, noticed every cell with total awareness as the head of my penis slipped into her. I felt a desultory electric shock run through my groin and up my spine like molasses. Like I was peeing spearmint or stepping into a hot bath. Gooseflesh jumped up in waves across my back and my anus tightened. I could feel the soft tissues inside her pulse as well, as though a warm wet hand were gently kneading me. The sensation was visceral and deeply organic like lungs or a heart, I couldn’t believe a part of me was going inside of her, into such a personal place.
It took many minutes before I had sunk into her completely. we were like a slow winch or a piece of clock work. Each breath out, we would be fixed in place and each breath in I would sink into her millimeters at a time. Once our pelvises were pressed against one another, we stayed that way for a long time. I remember being so totally blown away. I mean, I didn’t even know what sex was in any concrete way. I had never even had an orgasm and no one had ever told me not to masturbate so I had never figured out to do it. I was a sexually innocent as they come and so everything I did was pure instinct and follow the leader. Neither had I been introduced to the concept of incest that I can remember. I didn’t even know what I was doing was taboo. And so I stayed there with my penis buried to the bottom in her warm flesh and my hairless pubic bone pressed firmly against her hairy one. I swear it felt as though my balls might be drawn up into her. And she just hugged me and pretended to sleep and we breathed.
After a time we began to move away from one another as we inhaled and close together as we exhaled so that my penis moved slowly in and out of her. I rocked my pelvis slowly and then a little bit less slowly until I was moving faster and both of our breathing sped up with our movement.
What ever happened for the rest of the night is pretty hazy. I think I came again but I don’t know if that’s what I want to remember. I don’t know if my Aunt ever came or if we just fell asleep. I mostly remember the next day. I woke up not knowing where I was and feeling kind of panicked. I had remembered what had happened but I wasn’t sure it wasn’t a dream. My Aunt wasn’t in the bed and I was tangled in a nest of blankets. I could smell frying Spam or something in the kitchen. I checked my clothes. Everything was closed, nothing hanging out. The house wasn’t as cold as it had been the day before. Maybe I was just sleep warm. I sat up in bed with all the blankets huddled around me trying to figure out what had happened and wanting to cry. I wasn’t sure why but I was very scared.
Eventually I got out of bed and waddled into the kitchen still wrapped in blankets. Aunt Tabi was at the stove. We didn’t use the actual burners on the stove top. Instead we used a camping stove that sat on top of the burners and used propane or sterno or something. There was a bakery near by that threw out all of its bread once it got to be two days old and we used to get loaves out back of the place. It would be a bit stale but if it were cooked in grease it became chewy and crispy and good. My Aunt was cooking slices of sourdough with the Spam.
I remember looking at her back the whole time she cooked. I didn’t say anything to her and she didn’t say anything to me. When she finally turned around to put out the breakfast, she was suddenly cheery and talkative. She served out the breakfast babbling on about what she had to do today and gradually I got more comfortable. My heart pounded hard because she never looked directly at me the whole morning but I couldn’t really tell if i had imagined the whole night or not.
It must have been a Sunday or something because I stayed out the whole day wondering about last night. I don’t think I talked to any of my buds about it or really saw anybody that day. I went over to the railroad tracks and piled gravel into cairns with little bits of rusted metal sitting on the tops.
Nothing happened that night. It was different. Aunt Tabi slept like the dead with her back to me in her own double insulated cocoon. I was on my side of the bed trying to grab heat from her but really being too cold to sleep all night.
Over the next few weeks I kept trying to think of a way to talk about it to her. She was acting differently towards me then and she always had this over abundance of cheer on her. The longer it went on the harder t was for me to bring up and she never hinted about it at all.
I stayed with her another two months before I was sent to another relative in Pennsylvania, My Grandparents on my dad’s side. I ended up living with them until I got out of 11th grade and got my own place after getting a job at an auto body shop. I never talked to either of my Grandparents about what happened at Aunt Tabi’s place and I never told anyone at school. The only person I ever told was my first girlfriend who thought I was making it up and I was sick. She dumped me a little while later and I never told anyone again.
I used to get occasional letters from Aunt Tabi until about the mid eighties when she stopped writing. I wrote back but we both acted like nothing had ever happened. Just talked about what was going on and keeping up with family stories.
I guess I’m writing now because I got a letter six weeks ago that my Aunt Tabi had died in the hospital. I hadn’t even known. It made me wonder what her last few years were like. I wonder if she felt guilty about what happened. I hope not. She did a good thing for me in her way. I know she had a quiet religion about her and I hope she didn’t feel she had done some great sin. She hadn’t. A large part of the rest of my life was built on the fact I had had sex for the first time at such a young age. I got pretty good at it later in life, after all, I had a few years to think on it before other guys even knew what it was. I’ve had a lot of great loves with wonderful women. My Aunt Tabi holds a special place in my heart as the first and probably the most interesting. I guess I’m just sad we never talked before she was gone.