My Aunt Lucy’s touch

My aunt Lucy was always fond of me.

No matter what the even was, she would go out of her way to hold me, or touch me
in some way. I was her little Jem.


My mom would always let my older sisters and I stay at her house. My first
sexual memory with Aunt Lucy happened when 8. My two sisters (who are twins)
were 12 at the time, and I was never cool enough to hang out with them. Lucy
made me feel special. Lucy was beautiful. She was in her mid thirties and always
had a handsome boyfriend. She had long brown hair that always looked perfect.

We were all watching a movie in Aunt Lucy’s bedroom. The girls were laying on
the bed with their heads close to the TV. Like usual, Aunt Lucy had me sit on
her lap. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. We were tucked under the
blankets on her bed, so comfy. I was starting to get sleepy, and I knew I
wouldn’t stay awake long.

“Is my little Jem sleepy?” she whispered in my ear.

I shook my head no. She released her grip on my waist and her right hand rested
upon my right thigh. She kissed my neck softly and lovingly, like any aunt would
do, I thought. She brought her other hand down so that both of her hands were
resting on either thigh, half touching my nightie material, half touching skin.

“It’s ok if you close your eyes.” she again whispered. Her fingers grazing the
insides of both of my thighs.


I felt strange. No one touched me in that area. She wasn’t more than two inches
above my knee but it was still an untouched zone. She kept her left hand
stationary, but her right hand started softly touching up and down my inner
thigh.