It was November and it was before Thanksgiving. I don't remember the exact date. My mother left, we did not go to the airport with her, as we lived rather far away from it. Miss Thea came in, and fed us dinner.
Then my sister did her homework at the dining room table, and Miss Thea took me to my room. I thought I would FINALLY get some special time, but Miss Thea first told me that she loved my sister also, and Angie needed some special time. I pouted, I was so upset. Miss Thea promised I would have some special time but not with her flower. Miss Thea asked me to strip and I did (although it wasn't as much fun as when she ordered me to strip, I discovered that I liked being commanded to strip). Then Miss Thea took off her shirt and bra again (it wasn't the special black bra), and we finally, finally nursed! I sucked on her boob so hard and played with the other one, and she played with my penis until it did the dry twitching.
I fell asleep, but only briefly. I came to in my pajamas in bed. I looked at my clock. It was less than an hour since she I had been sucking on her breasts. What was going on? I felt groggy.
I padded out of my room, it was dark downstairs, where was she? I heard noises from my sister's room.
The door to my sister's room was shut, I put my ear against it, and I heard soft music, and moaning. My sister was making happy moans. The same kind that Miss Thea and I made when we had special time. I wondered if my sister was touching her own flower, like I had wanted to do with Miss Thea. I padded around the house. Miss Thea was nowhere to be found. Where was she?
Was she helping my sister touch the magic button?
I felt jealous, so, so jealous. So angry. Angry enough to get a hand-cranked drill from the basement. I had bene caught drilling holes into the thin drywall of the house, years ago, and I had gotten a spanking. I hadn't touched the thing since.
I went into the linen closet that was against my sister's room. I slowly drilled a hole. I heard the moaning very clearly now, but couldn't see anything. I quickly figured that the hole needed to be higher and to the left. I drilled again, and placed my eye against the hole.
I saw my sister's body from the waist down, naked, on her bed. Miss Thea was also naked, kneeling at the end of the bed. I couldn't see Miss Thea's face because it was buried in my sister's crotch. Miss Thea was sucking and slurping. My sister was moaning and crying out and she seemed very, very happy. I wasn't dumb, Miss Thea was using her mouth on my sister's magic button instead of her fingers. She was making my sister very, very happy.
I was so jealous, and then so angry. Why didn't Miss Thea teach me about this? Why couldn�t I kiss Miss Thea�s flower? Why was my sister getting the very special time? I was furious.
I backed out of the linen closet. I had to think about this. I had to think about what to do. I didn't want to lose Miss Thea, so I certainly wasn't going to tell my mother. But why were we sneaking around my sister if my sister knew about the special times? I got angrier.
I cleaned up the drill mess. I put the drill away, and I put the linen closet back together. I went into my mother's room and got something, and then I went back to my room and waited. I left my bedroom door open.
Miss Thea came out of my sister's bedroom about ten minutes later. She was in her bra and panties and holding her clothes. She turned my sister's bedroom light off, smiling, and turned away, shutting the door.
And then she realized that my door was open, and I was sitting on my bed, angry.
"Oh, Charlie," she said. "Are you okay?"
I tried to put on a tough guy, cowboy face, but my voice cracked. "I thought you loved me," I gasped out.
"I do," she said softly.
"Then why were you with her instead of me?" I demanded, hot tears welling up.
Her face crumpled, and she came into my room. She shut my door and dropped her clothes, crouching down in her underwear so she was at eye level with me. "Charlie, I love you and your sister, just like your mother does. I love you both very much. You are both special to me, but you are more special." She kept talking, started touching me, started reassuring me. Her hand brushed my face.
I don't know what possessed me, but I grabbed her hand. "You told me I was the only special one in your life."
"The only special �boy� is what I said," she reminded me. "And when I said that, I hadn't done anything special with your sister yet."
"When did you start?" I needed to know. I just needed it.
"Not long after she almost had sex with that young man," Miss Thea told me. "Your sister is lonely as well, and she nearly made a terrible mistake. I helped her, and then I just helped her more. It's keeping her from being considered a loose girl. It gives her a safe place for her urges." She paused. "Your sister has seen and touched my flower, and my magic button, but she has not kissed me there. I kissed her there but she didn't kiss me there." I didn't really see why that made a difference but it clearly made a difference to her for some reason.
I didn't feel like not being angry. I was hurt, and I wanted her to know it. "If I'm more special to you, then you should do things with me that you don't so with her."
"Of course, of course!" She seemed over eager. I suddenly realized I had her.
"So you will share things with me that you don't share with her," I said. My cowboy face was perfect now, I was sure of it. Stay tough.
"Okay," she said, not sure where this was going.
"What happened when you lied to your uncle?" I asked. That weird thing that she had said had always stuck with me.
"He spanked me," she said. Her voice quavered. There had to be something more.
"And?" I asked. Keep the cowboy face on. Hard voice. Don't crack.
"He spanked me naked," she said.
"And?"
"He bent me over afterwards and fucked me in the ass," she said. And she began to cry.
Oh.
Well, I hadn't been expecting that. I thought he'd used a paddle or something. I'd been thinking about it when I took the item from my mother's room. I reached behind me and took it out. It was her hairbrush, the heavy one.
"You, um, wanted to spank me with that," she asked, sniffling.
"Yeah," I said, feeling stupid. I knew what rape was, at least in theory. Looking back on this years later, I think that she was a victim of abuse, but then channeled that into something more constructive. At least I will tell myself that.
"Charlie," she said to me, very seriously. "If you think I need a spanking, I will lie across your lap and take one. Do you really think that?"
I didn't. I tossed the hairbrush on the floor. "I wanted your flower tonight," I said. I felt stupid and immature for saying it. She and I had both enjoyed me sucking her breasts. "Angie got it instead."
"No, I kissed her flower," Miss Thea said. "She didn't even touch mine." She stood up and took her panties off. A tampon string was sticking out of her flower. "I'm having my period. You don't want to be there now."
I felt very dumb. "I'm sorry," I said.
She leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed back. I had gotten better at it, or at least I thought I did. The kiss restored things. My heart went light. Eventually she broke the kiss. "I love you, Charlie," she said.
"I love you, too, Miss Thea," I said.
And then she took her bra off. And then she helped me take my clothes off. And then she sat me on my bed and kneeled in front of me, and began playing with my penis. I started to get hard very quickly. "Your sister won't get anything that you don't get," she promised. "You are my special boy, Charlie." And then she dipped her head down and wrapped her lips around my penis.
Holy crap. I had thought her hand was magic, but her MOUTH�
I was a nine year old boy. The word 'cocksucker' was something my friends said to each other to be insulting. We really didn't think about what it actually meant. Let me tell you something, if someone knows what they're doing, cocksucker is a compliment. It is fantastic. It is amazing. I gasped and cried and held her hair in my hands as her head went up and down. It went on for a long time.
Finally she stopped, coming up for air. I still hadn't dry orgasmed, but it wasn't for her lack of trying. "I love you, Miss Thea," I said. "I love you." I was rock hard and wet with her saliva. "I'm sorry I upset you, I -"
"Hush," She said, leaning forward and kissing me. For a split second I didn't want it, I was afraid of tasting my own penis, but it was just her lips. And they tasted great. "I'm going to get the vaseline, you take those encyclopedias out and stack them."
I didn't ask questions. I started to take out encyclopedias from my shelf. Miss Thea was back in a flash with her vaseline jar. "We are going to do something very, very special, Charlie," she said, smearing my penis with vaseline. My brain froze. I couldn't possibly be - she couldn't mean...
Miss Thea knelt at me bed, and bent over, then spread her legs, showing me her flower. Then she reached back and spread her butt cheeks. Her little butt hole was clean, and a wrinkling, winking eye. She looked over her shoulder. "What are you waiting for?"
I stacked the encyclopedias. It took 3 to get the right height. My heart was beating fast and my hands were trembling. I grabbed her hips for balance, and I leaned in.
It took a couple of tries. My penis head kept slipping to the side. Finally gentle pressure slid it into her perfect asshole. She cried out, and I slowed down. "Work it in and out slowly," she told me in a raspy voice. I did. After a few thrusts, it went pretty smoothly, I guess the vaseline got smeared around. My penis moved in and out. I shoved my hips forward and backward. Miss Thea moaned. I kept pumping and thrusting. I was on a high, even higher than when she was sucking my penis. I was INSIDE her. I kept pumping into her perfect little asshole. She moaned and breathed and said my name and I FUCKED her.
It's very tiring, fucking is. You use your whole body. It's really cardio. My nine-year-old self was surprised at how much effort it took. The first few pumps are easy, but the constant back and forth really takes your energy, and I was at the end of a long day. I fucked her butt for almost a half-hour.
I eventually looked at the clock on the wall. It was an hour past my bed time. I started to slow. And then two things happened at once.
My penis spasmed. My dry orgasm hit. I don't know where the hell it had been all evening, but it finally hit. And Miss Thea orgasmed as well. Something released in her. She cried out, and I cried out. And then I passed out.
The next day Miss Thea got my sister to school, but told them I was sick. She actually took my temperature (rectally of course) because she thought I had virus or something. But I didn't. I was just exhausted from staying up so late. Miss Thea stayed home with me. We spent a lot of the day cuddling. It took hours before we talked about it. You don't want all the details, but yes, her uncle was a rat bastard. I learned about needing to share and to trust your partner. It was actually a very adult conversation. She'd never had good anal sex. (Anal, I learned a new word that day, sounds much nicer then asshole sex or butt sex.) She'd always associated anal with what her uncle had done. But she knew she had to do something special with me, and she was on her period, so...it worked out. And she told me I had taken a thing, anal sex, that was always a bad thing for her, and I had made it a good thing.
I cannot tell you how happy that made me. Really fixing people is a complicated thing, but sometimes, if you really love someone, you get lucky. With some encyclopedias and some vaseline I had used my penis to make her life better.
I had used my penis to make her life better. That is a rare and beautiful thing.
It's hard to tell what she actually she said out loud and what my now-adult mind is interpreting. I just remember it the way I described it, so I told it how I remembered it. The physical things we did, those stand out sharply in my mind. (Oh the way that the head of my penis felt when it finally went straight in to her asshole, oh boy that will stay with me forever, WOW.) But a lot of the dialogue I write here, I am reconstructing it to the best of my knowledge. Except for certain highlighted phrases, it is not word for word memory, it's the best that I can recall memory. I remember the substance of what we said, if not the exact words. My reconstruction here is as accurate as can be, but more importantly, our feelings for each other were real. She cared about how I felt, and I cared about her.
Don't get me wrong, she was still the babysitter. The next night (Saturday night, big disagreement about the TV) I acted up and she spanked me in front of my sister. She was still in charge. And I liked her being in charge. I thanked her for the spanking afterwards, and she said I was growing up.
My mother came back from her business trip. Life went on. When Miss Thea would babysit, she would often give Angie her own special time, and I had to share my sitter's special behavior with my sister. I did not really enjoy having to time share with my sister, but I also accepted it as a part of life. And of course I watched it. I never told anyone about the peephole, and so I watched whenever I wanted. I spied on my sister more than once, with or without Miss Thea. Call it bratty curiosity. I always wanted to know that my time with Miss Thea a better time. And it was.
I mean my sister had a great time, don�t make a mistake, it�s just that mine was better. Miss Thea was very, very good in the bedroom. She gave my sister many orgasms, sucking the little buds on her chest, and putting her face in my sister's crotch. And true to her word, when it was time for my own special time, as soon as she was not on her period, Miss Thea taught me how to go down on a woman. I licked and suckled the magic button until Miss Thea cried out with joy. My sister never went down on Miss Thea. Or at least not that I ever saw. It was something for me. I loved the taste of Miss Thea. I'm one of those guys that just loves cunninglius, truthfully. I adore the vagina. And I adored knowing that I could bring her to orgasm. The truth is, there is no better way to make a woman come than to lick and suckle her there. I was proud to serve her.
I began to figure out that my sister kind of knew I was doing something with Miss Thea, but did not acknowledge it. Like I never acknowledged what she was doing with Miss Thea. We were quite careful around each other. Don't speak, or the spell will be broken. We both knew but pretended not to know. I of course knew more than her thanks to my peephole. Miss Thea just said "First I have to have a private talk with Charlie, then I will have a private talk with you," or something similar. How could we not know? But we did not want to speak it. At this point we were moving from sibling rivals to sibling supports. Another thing she nurtured was for us to be nicer to each other more.
I feel like I need to say this again: Miss Thea was very clearly still in charge. She might use her mouth (or I use mine) for special time, but she was still the boss. We still got spanked, some times more seriously than others. We still got our temperatures taken rectally. We still got stripped naked (and sometimes in front of each other). And she decided what we did in special time. Mostly I still nursed and sometimes got fingered in my hiney while she rubbed my penis until I did my shiver. Very rarely another thing as a special treat (usually oral sex). But I did not tell Miss Thea what we were to do during special time, she declared it to me. Did I want to do certain things that she did not bring up? Yes. But I had learned that Miss Thea would have to lead in our relationship.
And we laughed, and played, and got great tutoring from her, and excelled in school and in life. It wasn't all sexual. She really did want to help us.
And there were still sometimes times when Miss Thea took my mother to the basement. I know what a paddling sounds like behind closed doors. And I also knew that after the paddling my mother was calm, collected, and did great at her job and in school. If I told most people that a neighborhood friend helped my mother handle her anxiety by paddling her, they'd think I was nuts. Maybe you understand it better than most, dear reader. At least I hope so.
Time blurs some things together. There were some more times in 4th grade that I got a blowjob, as I said above, I could not tell you how many. Similarly I could not tell you how many nursings and other things we did. We did it when we could, and when she thought I deserved it. She made me do my homework and clean up and be good, and rewarded me. And I did my best to make her feel good. We didn't do any more anal sex that year. I understood that it was still somewhat associated with bad memories, and that I had to give her time. My relationship with her was making me more mature and sensitive to what a woman wanted.
I turned 10. I went to summer camp. Miss Thea's father died, and she was gone for 4 weeks. I tried not to mope. I wanted to feel for her instead of myself. That was hard. My sister and I talked about it (in the backyard where my mother could not hear). We weren�t any more specific that saying �special time� (don�t break the spell!) but we both were worried about her, and we both wondered to each other how we could show Miss Thea that we cared more about her than just the special time.
So before you call that magnificent woman a pedophile, understand that she was making us more mature, more selfless.
My sister and I took comfort in each other. And eventually, we were so desperate, we REALLY took comfort in each other. My mother left us alone as she had to go to night school, and she ordered my sister to watch me during that time. It was an act of desperation by my mother, Angie really wasn't old enough to, but neither my sister nor I wanted to trouble my mother. Without her �basement trips� my mother�s anxiety was ramping up.
So my mother left us. �What do you wanna do?� I dunno what do you want to do� was exchanged for a few, stupid and pointless minutes. We both knew what we wanted to do, just neither of us wanted to be the first to say it. Maybe 10 minutes after my mother left my sister just took my hand and brought me to her room and closed the door.
Think what you want, but it wasn't anything more than two desperate people who needed to deal with loneliness. I went down on her until she came. I remember marveling that she tasted differently from Miss Thea. Then Angie went down on me. I dry orgasmed in my sister's mouth. We both felt empty afterwards. But we still did it again at least a half-dozen times over the next few weeks, until Miss Thea came back. I sucked on Angie's nipples, too. It was hard, her breasts were still pretty small which I wasn't used to, but I tried my best to make her happy. And we just wanted to make each other happy. I won�t call that incest. I almost asked Angie to finger me in my butt, but then didn't. I didn't want my sister knowing about that then. Years later we confessed fetishes each other, but not then.
Eventually Miss Thea did come back. She'd inherited quite a bit of money as her father's estate was substantial. (Her mother had already passed.) It was just her and her brother and her uncle. Yeah, that uncle. He apparently tried to contest the will, but agreed to withdraw the contest if she did certain things with him. That was all she told me, �certain things.� Well, not all. Apparently her uncle wasn't interested in breasts, which was like he liked her when she was much younger. So my nursing on her was a special thing that he never had with her. So it made it even more special with me. She wanted me to know why that may be the only special thing for a while. I hugged her and told her that I understood. I did not push her. No blowjobs for some time (certainly no anal). And I made sure to hug her a lot and to tell her how wonderful she was. Angie and I both did. We slowly brought her back from a dark place. Miss Thea's uncle used sex to hurt. We used it to heal. I knew at that young age something that some people never realize. Your sexual activity can be used to build. I think like most men, sex is something to thirst for, and I want a drink, and if you don't watch what goes on in your head, your relationships can be nothing more than treating your partner like a water fountain.
I didn't expect to get so philosophical when telling my story. But the more I recount it, the more I realize how beneficial Miss Thea was to my life.
Summer ended. School began. My sister turned 14 and she was excelling in high school with Miss Thea's tutoring. I was trying to get through 5th grade. I also needed her tutoring. My mother was taking some tough courses, and I was pretty sure that she was still getting her own form of tutoring. They went down to the basement to �fold clothes� more often. The paddle was permanently kept down there. My sister would go up to her room and listen to music so that she couldn�t hear anything. Who wants to hear their mother get spanked? Okay, other than me. (And I was divided about the issue.)
One night, I had a dream that my mother and I were being paddled together by Miss Thea. I woke up with an erection and a great deal of confusion. Your mother really should not be in your sex dreams. Fortuntely it did not happen again, otherwise I might have had a nervous breakdown or something.
My father was home for Thanksgiving, which made it the best Thanksgiving ever! But then he had to leave for Christmas. No one knows the whiplash of a parent mvoing in and out more than a military family. Then my father was in Norfolk very briefly for New Years. Miss Thea sent my mother to see him, it was a LONG drive, and my mother would effectively be gone for a few days, just her and my dad together in a hotel room. (Good for them!) Miss Thea also made sure my sister had a sleep over down the street while my mother was away. (My sister was conflicted, she wanted to go to the lseepover btu she also missed Miss Thea's special time. Fortunately for me she went to the sleepover in the end.) So... I spent New year's Day alone with Miss Thea. And Miss Thea had whispered to me a day or two before "I'm ready again." She didn't say what for. She didn't have to.
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