Cutler 04 - Midnight Whispers

plastered against the door, didn't you? Or were you watching through the crack in the door?"
    "Hardly, Aunt Fern," I said. "I was very uncomfortable."
    "Oh come on. You've obviously lost your precious virginity here," she said. I shifted my gaze to Morton who was hovering over his coffee, his eyes on me with interest.
    "Aunt Fern!"
    She threw her head back and laughed.
    "Stop being the little pure princess," she said. "You're no better than I am."
    "I never said I was, Aunt Fern, but . . ." "Actually, I'm glad you're grown up. If I feel like it and I'm in the mood . . . and if you're real nice to me," she added, "maybe I'll give you some hints about men and sex," she said.
    Morton laughed. "I want to be around to hear that," he said.
    "Like hell you will. This is female talk. You can't let them have their way with you," she told me.
    "Aunt Fern, I'd rather not . . ."
    "Sure, sure," she said. "I know. You're still too delicate. All right, draw my bath. Make it warm, but not too hot. Well, go on, stop gawking at me," she said, sipping her coffee.
    I went in the bathroom and turned on the water. When it was ready, I told her and started away.
    "Wait a minute, where are you going?" she demanded.
    "Down to have my breakfast," I said.
    "Well first, I'd like you to help me take a bath. I'd like my back washed and then my hair. Come on," she ordered. Totally naked, she got out of bed and marched into the bathroom. I looked at Morton, who smiled licentiously at me. "The water's just right," Aunt Fern said and got into the tub. I was afraid that at any moment, Morton might get out of bed naked too, so I returned to the bathroom and closed the door. Aunt Fern handed me the washcloth. "Do my back in small circles. I like my shoulders rubbed, too," she said.
    I washed her back and then put the soap in her hair and began to shampoo it.
    "Oh, that's good," she said, lying back in the tub. "You make a good servant, princess," she said.
    "Aunt Fern, can you please stop calling me princess? I'm not a princess and never was," I said.
    "Oh you-were all right. You were spoiled rotten."
    "That's not true," I insisted. "I worked in the hotel as soon as I was old enough to help out. And I always looked after Jefferson when my parents wanted me to."
    "I know you're just perfect," she muttered and then seized my wrist and pulled me down beside her. "Tell me about your love affair with my little brother? Is he . . . was he very experienced? I can't imagine him knowing where to put it."
    "Stop it, Aunt Fern," I said and pulled my wrist free. "Gavin is a nice boy, yes, but that doesn't make him a weakling or less of a man."
    "Man?" she said, eyes wide. "You have had sex with him then, haven't you?" she asked. I had to shift my eyes and the moment I did so, it confirmed everything for her. "It's all right," she said. "I won't go around telling people. You think I care that much anyway?" She paused and sat back in the water. "I was just curious, that's all. How was your first time?"
    "Aunt Fern, I don't like talking about these things," I said.
    "Oh come on. Don't tell me you and your little girlfriends didn't talk about these things whenever you could? Did your mother ever talk to you or did she die before she had a chance to do the birds and the bees act?" she asked.
    "Mommy and I were very close," I replied. "I didn't have to sneak off to find out things."
    "Really? I'm curious. What did she tell you?" She smirked. "Did she tell you what you should and shouldn't do? Did she explain how you keep from getting pregnant or did she tell you to simply say no?"
    "We talked about love and about sex, yes," I said. "Love," she said, smirking again.
    "Aren't you in love with Morton?" I asked.
    "Are you serious? Morton? He's just a good time." She leaned forward. "And easy to manipulate, you know what I mean?" I didn't. "He does whatever I want him to do. He never argues and if I don't feel like it, he doesn't moan and groan and go off in a huff."
    "But . . . you're acting like husband and wife with him," I said.
    "Oh princess, you kill me. I've acted like husband and wife many times before," she confessed.
    "How many?" I asked.
    "Oh, curious now, huh?"
    I was curious. I wanted to understand Aunt Fern, to see why she was so loose with her body and if she ever truly enjoyed herself. She acted happy on her own, defiant, wild, but was she happy?
    "You want to know about my first time?" she asked. I didn't say yes, but she sat forward and went on. "I was