I am much older today, but I still have the vivid memories.

Moms youngest sister and her husband (my aunt and uncle) had a bad argument. She got upset with him for drinking to

much and she left him. She came to stay with us for a while. She was 24 a that time and had not have any children yet.

She stayed in my sisters room upstairs beside mine. My sister was married and my brother in the Marines at the time.

It was a tough time, and she got depressed. She drank her self, but not a lot. The depressions got to her and she drank

more. Then she got lonely in her room, She woke me up a lot and got in bed with me. Wanted to be held she said. I held

her as she ask, but it was hard when she looked so good. When she was wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one

of my tee shirts. I could see the nipples in the shirt and the curve of her ass when she bent over to get in.


The pressure of this made me weak and the lack of personal contact I guess did the same for her. We soon became an item

in the bedroom. It was unlike any sex I had before, or after I guess. I got to enjoy her every night and finally one

morning mom told me that she had gone back home. My uncle has dropped by early and ask her if they could work things

out. Mom ask if i would miss her? I said I would. She had talked with me a lot and it was nice having her around.


I stopped by her house a few times, and we had sex once. She told me she did not feel right having sex in her bed

or house. She would stop by my house and we would be alone there. She kept her word, but no where near as often as I

would have liked. Usually around my birthday, or holidays.