Aunt Helen’s Helpful Hand

Most families have at least one brother and sister who play doctor sometime when they are growing up. My sister and I were no exception. I had three siblings: two older sisters and one younger sister. My oldest was beautiful with a body that looked like the famous actress of yesteryear, Elizabeth Taylor. When this sister was about 16 I looked through a keyhole while she was in the bath tub. I saw large beautiful formed breasts. She heard me outside the door and yelled so I had to sneak back to my room. I did appreciate that she never called for our folks. This older sister was a prude then but later in her young adult life she could not say so to any many until she finally became a fundamentalist.

My second older sister would exhibit herself but only rarely. And that was the limit for her family sex contribution. But it was with my younger sister, Ann, with whom I shared youthful pleasure. When she was 14 and I was a month shy of 15 we started our doctor exams and fashion shows. These took place in my bedroom in the evenings. Her usual complaints were of soreness on her chest and on her thighs. Mine were mostly between my thighs and bottom. In the fashion shows we took turns modeling with towels and clothing items.

Ann and I enjoyed our play for two months until our mother became suspicious. For major issues my mother, Florence, always consulted with her sister, my Aunt Helen. At the time, Aunt Helen was a middle aged maiden lady who was about 5’4” at 145 lbs. She was a brunette wearing her hair normally in a bun. She was dark skinned due to natural pigmentation plus she spent a lot of time in the sun. She was attractive but tried to downplay it with black horn-rimmed glasses and simple white blouses she buttoned to the neck. The tight white blouse was one of those efforts that backfire in trying to suppress large bosoms. It just accented hers. Although she was top heavy, her hips were average in size and she had long slender legs. Her demeanor was prim and proper but she still was a pleasant conversationalist. She had a degree in primary education from the University of Northern Iowa, one of the nationally noted schools in the field of education.

This story comes from recollection of my time with her in the 1960s and early 1970s plus a recent interview I had with her. The major part of the interview is published at the end of this story.

Mom is nervous in her phone call to her sister: “Helen, I am embarrassed to say this but I am afraid my Davy and Ann may be playing around.”

Aunt Helen, “Playing around where?”

“Ah, with each other.”

“Oh. Now I see why you sound a little anxious, Flo. But you called the right person. I believe you know that I have dealt with this issue with several families including two of the women who are in my card club. I expect you want to tell me Davy and Ann are spending time in Davy’s room with the door shut.”

“Yes. Exactly – for the last two months in the evening his door has been shut with Ann in there. When I hear noise coming from the room I go upstairs to investigate but all of a sudden it becomes quiet. Of course I don’t dare to go in.”

“I understand. You have a legitimate concern. If you want me to take care of the problem just say so.”

“Do you think you could help, Helen? We would greatly appreciate it. You know my husband does not like to take on any responsibility with kids. And, I am too embarrassed about it – let alone know how to deal with it.”

“Well, Flo, I am willing to get a practical program in place to solve this problem. You have to answer only two questions and if they are both ‘yes you can stop worrying. First, I assume your fear is that Davy will impregnate Ann? We have to be candid here, Flo.”

“Ah ….yes.”

“And, second, are you willing to turn the problem over to me and let me solve it with some very practical work with them both? Also my work will be completely confidential. I will tell no one about it and that includes you their parents. I would only report something if one or the other did not comply.”

“Yes…. Is that all?”

“That’s it, Sis.”

“Well, I have to say ‘yes’ and ‘thank you.’”

“You can start to relax, Flo. When could you drop them off here – Saturday okay?”

“That works – I have to go shopping at the mall so will drop them off on the way. How much time do you need?”

“It will be a full afternoon. Try to be here by 1 PM and we should be done by 4:30 PM. The first thing I will do is to evaluate the degree of the problem. The second step will be to provide some training. Usually the one session will do it. However, some times the young man, in this case – your Davy, will require some follow up. I don’t think you will need to worry about becoming a grandmother just yet.”

“Thank God! Will do Helen. And we thank you so much for your time and expertise. Can we pay you something at least?”

“Flo, I don’t charge friends so I would certainly not charge family. Since I don’t have my own family this is the way I get to experience young people. It is a special intimate setting and bonding does take place. That is its own reward for me. There is a necessary sexual component as there are always special considerations with all employment and volunteer situations. Besides, as I said, although the training is done in one session there can be a maintenance phase. Oh, and to keep Davy and Ann from asking questions have them bring swim suits and a change of underwear. They may think we are going to the beach.”

“Will do and thanks again, Helen. See you at 1 PM on Saturday. Again, are very appreciative.”

Saturday 1 PM at Aunt Helen’s

As soon as Ann and I are in the door, Aunt Helen gives us a perfunctory greeting and sets our swim clothes aside on the couch. She immediately leads us to her master bedroom. Both Ann and I realize that Aunt Helen is serious when she sits us down in chairs while she sits on the bed.

“So is there anything we should discuss this afternoon, Davy and Ann? Did your mother say why she dropped you off today?”

I answer, “No she said she had to go shopping and that you will probably want us to take us swimming so that is why we brought our suits and a change of underwear. We haven’t been over to see you for quite a while so we thought that might also be a reason to visit.”

“Okay. I just wanted to see where to start. I have an important question for you both and I need an honest answer. But before you answer I want to lay some groundwork. Young men and women – especially young men your age, Davy, have a lot of testosterone hormone. It is natural and healthy. This is the way nature operates in both the plant and animal world to keep life going. It is a very powerful urge with young men your age, Davy.

“Now you two are going to have an afternoon devoted to what I call my prevention training. First, you should know, whatever you tell or you show me will not be going back to your parents. Only if you aren’t honest or don’t work with me then that is what I must report. There is really nothing you say or do that can shock or embarrass me because I have seen a lot and helped several other families. Is that clear? Do you accept the help I am offering?”

Ann said, “Ah, whatever. Yes, Aunt Helen, we certainly want to cooperate – wouldn’t we Davy? With whatever it is, anyway.”

I nod my head but I have no inkling as to what Aunt Helen is getting at.

“Okay. I knew you would. Then I want you to demonstrate for me what happens at night in Davy’s bedroom. Be honest and you have nothing to worry about.”

Wow! Ann and I look at each other and at the same each of us tried to catch some air.

“Show you?” Ann asks

Aunt Helen, “Yes. Now, please.”

Ann looks again at me and then back to Aunt Helen, “Are you sure, Aunt Helen? Couldn’t we just tell you?”

Since my Aunt offers only a silent response with a serious stare, Ann looks at me and starts unbuttoning her blouse. I then I begin to pull off my T- shirt. Ann removes the blouse then a white bra and perky teacup size breasts pop out. They are tipped with large puffy pink nipples centered in light tan areoles. . I remove my T -shirt with my club soccer logo on it. There are just a few long black hairs on my chest.

Ann then removes what we then called Bermuda shorts. Next off is her panty. Her slit is clearly visible through the light blonde -brown pussy hair. As I remove my belt my khaki shorts drop to the floor. Then my hands yank my briefs down and I step out of them exhibiting a limp 6” circumcised cock. During the undressing I look at my Aunt as she just stares at the area between my legs. Standing there stark naked, Ann and I are totally embarrassed not just because our sexual organs are exposed but also because our evening play activities have been found out.

“For a 16 year-old, Davy, you are well hung. You don’t know how lucky you are. Oh, that means your penis is larger than average for your age. It’s bigger than your uncle’s even is now and you are still growing. By the way, if there is any terminology I use that you don’t understand please stop me. I want to be clear.”

This the first time I am aware that my large penis is an asset instead of an abnormality. I am always embarrassed when I have to change into swimming trunks in the men’s locker room at the municipal swimming pool.

“Ann, my favorite niece, I am not leaving you out here. Those puffy nipples indicate that you are still developing and are going to have a pair of nice sized tits eventually. You will be popular with the young men. I can attest to that by how my own breasts attracted the young guys.

“Davy and Ann, as I said, you will hear some frank terminology with my practical preventive training. This is serious training but it also very pleasant. Okay, again now together please demonstrate some of your activities. Were you playing doctor?”

Ann clears her throat, “Ah, yes, Aunt Helen, and fashion show.”

“Let’s see the fashion show because I have seen doctor games too often.”

Ann is nervous and glances at me and then at Aunt Helen: “Okay.