Chapter 2
"Jenny, take off your dress."
"Aunt Gloria, no, please-"
"Jenny! Do as I say, or this will go even harder with you."
The sharp, strict, no-nonsense tones of Aunt Gloria's voice cut off Jenny in mid-pro test, silencing the girl.
It was late afternoon. Aunt Gloria confronted Jenny in the front room of the suite of guest rooms which the two of them shared at the mansion.
Outside, it was still light, with hours of daylight before sunset. Aunt Gloria, a head taller than Jenny and much broader, stood with arms folded over her bosom.
Jenny was more confused and upset than ever, due to the unexpected reaction of her guardian to the tale she had told about Uncle Walter.
Gloria was in her late thirties, or early forties-she could never quite be pinned down on her exact age, since she exercised her woman's prerogative to fudge the date of her birth. She was big-boned and powerful, mentally and physically.
Gloria was a handsome brunette. Everything about her was just the slightest bit oversized and overdone, making her larger than life.
She was tall, with a large head, broad shoulders, a massive bosom. The touch of thickness at her middle did not detract from the lush hourglass curves of her figure, as her hips flared out with wide womanly dimensions.
Her dark brown hair was carefully styled and coiffed, framing a square shaped face with deep-set eyes, a long nose, and wide red lips.
She wore a lightweight pale blue summer dress. The fabric was thin, sheer, and the outline of her frilly white bra could be seen through it.
Gloria was the sister of Jenny's father. After the girl's parents had perished in a plane crash when Jenny was still a toddler, Gloria had come in and raised the girl as if she was her own daughter.
It was Jenny who was related by blood to Uncle Walter, since his youngest sister had been Jenny's mother.
Gloria was somewhat glamorous. Her hair was always carefully styled, and her face always made up with exquisite care.
Her sources of income were mysterious. Ever since Jenny could remember, Aunt Gloria had kept company with a series of generous, financially secure gentlemen.
She and Jenny lived in a little house in a suburban community not too distant from the big city, where Gloria spent as much time as possible.
For this summer, though, they would be staying at Uncle Walter's-or would they? Jenny didn't know what would happen next.
Aunt Gloria's reaction had stunned, shocked, and dismayed Jenny. Usually, Gloria was broadminded and tolerant of youthful foibles.
She was no strict disciplinarian, and had always been indulgent to Jenny, and had only spanked the girl perhaps half a dozen times since they had been together.
Of course, this was partially due to the fact that Jenny was a polite and quite well behaved little miss, who rarely needed the correction of corporal punishment.
Which is why Gloria's reaction to the tale that Jenny had told was all the more startling.
The mental image picture of Uncle Walter as she had last seen him was engraved on Jenny's mind's eye.
There he stood, kindly Uncle Walter, framed in the open doorway of his bedroom.
The sash of his robe had been unknotted and opened, permitting the flaps of his garment to fall open and expose the middle of his body.
He had taken down his pajama pants, but still held them at his knees to keep them from falling all the way down to his feet.
He was nude between the bottom of his pajama top and the top of his pajama bottoms, so his groin and his genitals were starkly exposed.
The size, stiffness, and scarlet heat of his swollen erection would have done credit to a young man, so immensely rigid was it.
It was a red rod of flesh jutting from his hips, a club of flesh with a wide bullet-shaped head that blazed scarlet with erotic heat.
His balls were swollen and stiff in the sac. He gripped his hard penis at the base, with the cock head jutting out.
His thin lips were pulled back over his lips in a leer, and his face, shiny under a dripping coating of sweat, seemed as red as his member.
Panicking, Jenny had spun on her heels and fled the room, his cackling laughter pursuing her down the hall as she ran with long legs flashing.
She felt positively ill from the turmoil. The girl didn't know what to do. She was pale and dripped with cold sweat as her mind whirled.
She hoped, vainlly, that if she just didn't mention it the entire incident would be forgotten-but she knew that was a useless hope.
Hiding under the staircase, Jenny decided that her Aunt Gloria would have to be told. But when she sought out her guardian and stammeringly gave Gloria the story of what had happened to her, Gloria's reaction was shocking.
"You did what?!" Gloria said, when Jenny had finished telling her how she had run from the room when Uncle Walter displayed his stiff penis.
Dark clouds gathered on Gloria's brow, and her deepset eyes were hard, while stern lines showed in her face.
"This is very, very bad, Jenny ... for both of us," she said.
Gloria went to the door, opened it, stuck her head out in the hall to make sure that neither servants nor family listeners eavesdropped.
Satisfied that the hall was empty, she closed the door and locked it.
"Listen to me, Jenny," she began. "I suppose that it's time that we came to grips with this issue. I had meant to bring up the subject a long time before this, but I didn't think that things would happen so fast."
"I-I don't understand, Aunt Gloria,' Jenny stammered.
"I know, child, and it's partially my fault that you don't. I had meant to bring up the subject a long time before this, but I could never seem to find the right time or place to do it, and so I kept putting it off.
"Well, Jenny, it seems as though now I'll have to get into it. I had hoped to let you enjoy your girlish ways for a while longer, but it seems as though we've run out of time, and there can be no more hesitation."
Gloria took the girl by the hand and led her to where a pair of chairs faced each other. She sat Jenny down in one, and sat facing her in the other.
Gloria took Jenny's hand in hers and held it as she spoke.
"It's time that you learned the facts of life, Jenny-and I'm not talking about only the birds and the bees.
"This may be hard for you to understand, dear, but please try to bear with me. What I have to say won't be easy for either of us.
"Jenny, did you ever wonder where I get my money from?"
"Well, Aunt Gloria, I guess I always thought that you just had some savings in the bank. I don't really thing about things like that-I mean, it would seem rude of me to take too much of an interest in things like that."
"That's where you're wrong, Jennny. When you were a child, it was not necessary for you too worry about such things.
"But you're no longer a child, dear. You're growing up fast, and it's time that you found out the way things are.
"You know that I've gone out with lots of men, Jenny. Sometimes, those men, to show their gratitude and affection for me, have given me gifts. This you know. What you don't know is that those gifts, helpful as they are, are not nearly enough to pay the costs of running our house, of paying taxes and grocery bills and bills for clothes and doctors and dentists and everything else.
"I wouldn't have been able to support you by myself, dear. I'll be frank-I have no office or business skills, I have little schooling.
The only way that I've made my way in the world is through my looks.
"Ever since I took you into my home and became your guardian, I've been helped out by monthly checks. Without those checks, which have come in regularly without fail, year in and year out, adding up to thousands and thousands of dollars, I would have been quite unable to keep you and care for you."
Gloria leaned forward. "Who do you think sends those checks, Jenny?"
What small color there was in Jenny's face quite drained away, leaving the girl pale with a strained face as the implications came through to her.
Jenny said thickly, "It-it's Uncle Walter who sent the checks, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Jenny moaned.
Gloria went on, "Now you begin to understand, I think. You and I have been able to live comfortably all these years thanks to the generosity of your Uncle Walter. Without his assistance, dear, we'd be in one hell of a mess."
Gloria frowned. "If Uncle Walter should be displeased enough to stop paying those checks, we'd be sunk, dear, to put it plainly and simply.
"I wouldn't be able to keep up the payments on the house. I'd have to sell it and we'd have to move to the city. I wouldn't be able to dress you in all those pretty clothes, wouldn't be able to pay the bills for the braces which straighten your teeth. And of course, college would be completely out, since I could never swing the sky-high tuition payments. The reason that I've gone into all this financial detail, Jenny, is because it's absolutely necessary for you to have all the facts on just how dependent we are on your Uncle Walter."
"I never knew ... never knew," Jenny mumbled. "Oh, Aunt Gloria, what can I do now?! I've ruined everything!"
"Perhaps not."
"What-what do you mean?"
"I'm tossing a lot at you, Jenny, but there's no use in pulling punches. You're young, but you'll have to do a lot of growing up, awfully fast.
"Listen, Jenny-if there's one truth in this world, it's that nobody does something for nothing. Everything in this world has a price to it. Strings are always attached ... and that goes for Uncle Walter's financial aid, too.
"You're not a stupid girl, Jenny. You know what Walter wants."
"Aunt Gloria, what are you saying?!"
"Don't be naive, dear. You know what Uncle Walter wants. For your sake and mine, I urge you to give in to him and keep him happy."
Jenny reeled as though struck with a physical blow. She blinked rapidly a few times, then shook her head as if to clear it.
"Aunt Gloria, I can't believe what you're saying!"
""Of course you can, Jenny. For God's sake, grow up. Why do you think that Uncle Walter has invested all that money in you over the years?
"Maybe he has a moral obligation to take care of the only child of his sister. But there's no court in the country which can make a man pay on a moral obligation. And Walter didn't make his millions by giving something for nothing.
"He's invested in you, Jenny. And now that you're old enough, he intends to reap the rewards of that investment. You understand me, I'm sure."
"You're saying that I'm bought and paid for!" Jenny cried.
"In so many words, yes. Please don't speak up until I'm finished having my say, Jenny! It's a crude way to put it, but the truth is rarely pleasant."
Jenny shook her head. "I can't believe it-I just can't believe it!"
"Listen-in the long run, you still have the final choice. You can say no, and hold on to your virtue. It's your choice.
"But it will be the most important choice of your life, Jenny, and if you make the wrong decision, we'll both be paying for it for years to come.
"Besides, it's not so very much, what he wants from you. All you have to do is let him take what he wants. He's not sadistic or perverted, he just has a letch for young girls like yourself. All you have to do is do as he says, Jenny, and your future is assured for the rest of your life. If you say no, and don't give in, there won't be much of a future for either of us."
Jenny wailed, "But Aunt Gloria-how could I???"
For the first time since Jenny had come to her with the story, a smile, small and bitter but a smile all the same, came to Gloria's ripe red lips.
"It's easy, Jenny. All you have to do is what comes naturally."
"Aunt Gloria-I never did it before never!"
Gloria patted the girl's cheek. "Every girl has to start sometime, Jenny. As young as you are, it seems like a major life and death matter to you. But really, is it asking so very much? All you have to do is let Uncle Walter make love to you. If you have to give up your virginity, you might as well give it up to someone who can do you some real good, instead of just throwing it away on the first boy who comes along. Get smart, Jenny!"
"B-bb-but that would make me a whore!" Jenny protested.
"So? What of it? When you reach my age, Jenny, you'll know that everybody is a whore of one kind or another. Everybody sells out-so you should make sure to get the best possible price that you can."
Gloria went on speaking in this vein. Her cold-blooded analysis of the situation was shocking and yet somehow oddly bracing.
Jenny felt as though all at once she was being initiated into the mysteries of adult life, of sex and money.
The girl was starting to realize that adult life was a grimmer business than ever she had dreamed in her imaginings.
Gloria was a skilled and seductive reasoner. One by one, she listed the drastic financial hardships the two of them would have to undergo, if Uncle Walter, annoyed by the girl's obtuseness and reluctance to play along, should cut off the lavish aid he had funded Gloria and the girl with for years.
The whole dismal picture was laid out for Jenny-how she would have to give up their cozy, well loved home-how she must move from neighborhood school and friends how, in the middle of the recession, Gloria and she would suddenly be cast out to fend for themselves on their meager resources alone how there would be no pretty clothes, no fancy meals, no vacations, no college.
"Oh, Aunt Gloria, I'm so confused!" Jenny burst into tears.
Gloria leaned forward, her wide bosom straining against the front of the thin summer dress whose seams were already straining from the lushness of her breasts.
She took the girl's head in hand and pulled it to her bosom. Tears spilled from Jenny's eyes, and the girl blubbered with liquid noises.
Gloria cradled the girl's head against her chest. Jenny's face was engulfed in the yielding warmth of the pillow-like breasts.
Gloria murmured soothing words and smoothed the girl's hair against her head and stroked Jenny's shoulders which shook from sobbing.
Presently Jenny's tears tapered off, and at last the girl raised her red, tear-stained face from Gloria's breasts. Damp splotches showed where tears had stained the dress.
"I--I guess that there's only one thing for me to do," Jenny said at last.
"That's right-if you want us to go on living in the style to which we've become accustomed," Gloria said.
"Aunt Gloria, I'm scared! I never did it before!"
"It's only natural for you to be afraid, Jenny. But what it is, is fear of the unknown. I'm more afraid of things I do know-like poverty.
"I'll be frank, Jenny. We'll never starve. I can always find men who'll want to help pay my way. But honey, I'm no youngster any more, and it gets harder and harder for me to attract men who are more interested in girls young enough to be their daughters-or even their granddaughters.
"I've done all I can to raise you, Jenny. Now I'm asking-begging, really-begging you to do what only you can to for both of us.
"Don't make your decision yet, Jenny. Think about all that I've said."
Gloria gave the girl's hand a last lingering squeeze, then rose from her chair and crossed to the high windows on the other side of the room.
She pulled the curtains closed, shutting out the strong afternoon sunlight which shone in, casting the room into intimate darkness.
This section of the house was air conditioned, so that it was pleasantly cool. All the same, Jenny felt hot, sweaty, limp, and worn out.
When the curtains covered the windows, Gloria returned to Jenny. Leaning forward, she took Jenny's hands and helped the girl to her feet.
Gloria said, "Take off your dress, Jenny." Jenny stared at herr with open-mouthed surprise.
"Do as I say, Jenny. Don't worry, I won't be calling in Uncle Walter, or anybody else. I want to have a look at you myself."
Jenny shrugged but started to obey this unusual request. Her fingers went to her throat, opening the top button of her dress.
Aunt Gloria stood facing the girl. "Here, let me do that." She moved Jenny's hands down to the girl's sides.
"Do you love me, Jenny?"
"Why-yes, of course I do, Aunt Gloria!"
"And I love you." She pressed a soft kiss on the girl's forehead. "You know that I would never do anything that wasn't in your best interests."
"Yes, Aunt Gloria."
"You trust me?"
"Yes, yes, of course! It-it's just that things are happening so fast that I don't know what to do, or what to think, or anything!"
"Do what I suggest, and neither of us will be sorry. And now, let's get some of these clothes off you, so I can take a better look at you."
Aunt Gloria's hands brushed the gentle swellings of Jenny's cupcake breasts as she unbuttoned the girl's dress from neck to navel.
Peeling back the folds of the dress in front, Jenny's small bosom was exposed, the budding breasts held in the soft white cotton cups of her bra.
Gloria peeled the dress of Jenny's smooth slim shoulders and pink back and eased it off the girl's little hips.
She took the dress down. Jenny stepped out of it. Gloria picked up the dress and draped it over her forearm.
She slipped her other arm around the girl's slender waist. "Come with me, honey. You've got a lot to learn in a short time."
She took Jenny into the room which served as her, Gloria's, bedroom, a most handsomely furnished and attractively decorated boudoir.
There was the faint sweet scent of perfume and face powders. The closet door was partly open, showing the many dresses and lingerie garments hanging on the rack. The curtains were closed, throwing the room into dimness.
Gloria put Jenny's dress down on the back of a chair. She closed the bedroom door and returned to the anxious, ill-at-ease girl.
"Turn around, Jenny, so I can undo your bra.
Jenny dutifully presented her back to her aunt. In this new world where everything had been turned upside-down in the course of a few hours, Jenny was more than willing to follow the orders of the beloved guardian who had raised her since she was a chiild.
But Jenny was a child no more, nor even a girl, but was ripening into womanhood, a fact of which Gloria was all too aware.
Gloria deftly unhooked the back of the bra. She caressed Jenny's smooth shoulders as she slipped the bra straps down off them.
The soft white cups of the flimsy, lightweight cotton bra were pulled from Jenny's small breasts: . denuding those mounds of flesh.
Gloria's dark eyes smoldered from internal fires. Her breath was warm and moist on the back of the girl's neck as she stood holding Jenny's shoulders.
Gloria kissed Jenny on the back of the neck, sending chills racing up and down the girl's spine, causing her tender little breasts to tremble.
"What-Aunt Gloria, what are you doing?!"
"There are certain areas of your education that I've shamefully neglected," Gloria said smoothly. "I intend to remedy that lack of knowledge. And by teaching you one or two things I know about the varieties of love, I'm also going to show you just how much I care for you, by making you feel better than you've ever felt before."
"I-I don't understand!"
"You will." She turned the girl so Jenny was facing her. Jenny was disturbed by the new note of intimacy between her and the adult.
Jenny lowered her head, her eyes downcast, her gaze primarily seeing the melons of flesh which strained against the front of Gloria's dress.
"You're a lovely little darling, Jenny. :: lovely, so lovely."
Gloria took the girl's head in her hands. She moved her head closer, red lips puckered, and pressed them on Jenny's pink-lipped mouth.
Her lips were moist and pliant as they firmly pressed down on the lips of the girl. Strange sparks were struck from the kisses.
Gloria enfolded Jenny in her arms. For the girl, there was something comforting in having the solid bulwark of Gloria's bosomy body cradling her.
Something pressed Jenny's teeth-Gloria's tongue. Jenny, startled, started to open her mouth to say something-or did she?
She was uncertain as to what was happening and what she wanted. Jenny told herself that she had just opened her mouth to speak.
But Jenny had been kissed many times before, even in her young life. She had kissed with tongues in many a steamy make-out session with boys.
Her own emotions were all stirred up, and when she felt the tongue pressing at her, there was no doubt in her mind about what Gloria wanted.
It seemed like everybody wanted her!
Whatever her own reasons, her secret inner motivations, the fact is that Jenny opened her mouth, permitting the entry of Gloria's tongue.
Gloria's tongue slid over Jenny's, caressing it. Her lips were fastened to Jenny's, while her squirming tongue licked, probed, touched and tasted.
Strange desires flashed through the girl. A wave of heat sizzled through Jenny, blossoming in her belly, running through her veins, making her limbs weak and shaky.
The girl was shakier still when Gloria finally broke off the heated kiss and escorted the girl to the big bed.
Jenny's knees were weak, her legs rubbery. She could hardly stand, and obeyed without objection when Aunt Gloria sat her down on the bed.
Gloria eased the youngster down on her back. She had Jenny lay down on her back, head resting on the pillow, arms spread slightly out from her sides. Except for the thin pair of panties which covered her crotch and bottom, Jenny was pinkly nude. The crotch of her panties was damp with secretions sizzling in her slit.
Standing at the bedside, Gloria took off her clothes.