the lamp in her hand. "What a beautiful
boy, if only I dared!" I heard her say softly to herself. Then placing
the lamp on a table, she came again to the bedside, and imprinted a
warm kiss on my cheek, then another and another. Opening my eyes in
apparent surprise, I threw my arms round her neck and gave her back
kiss for kiss; this went on for quite a minute or two, till she said,
laughing and blushing at the same time: "What a silly, spoony boy you
are, Percy; I thought you were asleep."

"Oh, no, Auntie Gertie, dear, I do love you so, and when you kissed me
I could not help paying you back; don't you love me a little?"

"Now go to sleep, there's a good boy, I must go to bed myself, put your
head under the clothes, if I catch you peeping at me, I'll whip your
bottom, that's all;" drawing the sheets up over my face. "Now keep like
that, till the light is out."

If I could not see, my ears listened till I heard the well known ripple
of her water in the chamber pot and out of shame impudence whistled,
the same as I had heard the groom do to Papa's horse when he wanted it
to piss. Sudden darkness.

The sound of that rushing stream electrified me; sensations I had never
experienced before coursed through my veins, my little pego hardened of
it's own accord, so jumping out of bed, I exclaimed: "Auntie, I must
give you a last kiss, how funny the noise of your pee-pee has made me
feel, I am all of a tremble, just feel me," winding my arms again round
her neck; she seemed only too willing to return my eager kisses,
drawing me to her bosom till I could feel the firm palpitating orbs
pressing against my breast.

"Come into bed, and cuddle me, Percy, I feel so chilly to night," she
whispered.

Only too pleased I nestled myself by her side, still kissing and
calling her my loving Auntie.

Fate had ordained I was to lose my maidenhead that night, young as I
was. Her hand passed all over me, caressing every part, and she freely
abandoned her bosoms to my impassioned kisses.

Presently her hand wandered down to where my stiff standing pintle was
throbbing against her belly, her hand closed upon my staff, which felt
to me bigger and bigger every moment, and must even then have been a
good six inches.

Not a word passed between us; she glued her lips to mine, almost
sucking my breath away and altogether seemed in such an agitated state,
that I was nearly frightened; still I felt only too pleased, as she
held my affair in he