So , needless to say . After my first experience with aunt Em . It was basically all I could think about . And I mean ALL I could think about.  During school, hanging with my buddies , closing my eyes at night before bed. Her hairy lips were in the front of my mind day in and day out. 

I would almost sprint home from my buddies house. Checking to see if her and mom were back from their next bender.

I never really knew when they would be back. Sometimes it would just be my mom.  Other times , I assume they were passed out at their friend or dealers house .

But finally. Finally. I came home , and the pieces were all layed out .

A quiet trailer. Mom out cold on the couch . A devilish grin passing my lips I’m sure as I tipped down the hall to my room.

“Creeeeek” the door screamed as I tried to slowly peek in.

Bingo .

My heart immediately picking up pase to a steady Pat pat pat pat .

No haired lip poking past her thong this time. But the black skirt riding up just enough as she layed on my bed face first.

“Aunty?” I started at a medium volume.

Then louder . Grabbing her side and shaking roughly.

“You are in my bed again ” I wined in her ear.

Nothing.

I paused for a moment. Walking to end of the bed. And staring up at the pale cheeks as they stared back at me .

Making a poor effort at talking myself out of it.  The Devil in my ear immediately shutting everything I argued down.