Two Old Maid Aunts

by Thom

Anyone who calls us anything calls us the two old maid aunts. They've mostly forgotten that we are Trudy and Dorothy. Trudy is 75 and I'm 78. We've just celebrated our 70th anniversary of being lovers. There wasn't much fanfare from anyone but us about it but we were pleased and enjoyed our day together, alone; as we have spent a lot of the other days, for sure the majority of them, in the last 70 years.

What no one at all remembers, because anyone who would have known is dead, is that Trudy isn't my sister as most people think, she's my niece. She came about because my older sister got herself pregnant by fucking one of the boarders when she was 13.

In the late 20's and early 30's it wasn't unusual for a family that had a house to take in otherwise homeless people for a little bit of extra money. The boarders would have a room, eat with you at the table and take turns with you using the bathroom if you were lucky enough at all to have one inside. Many of the male boarders were young men in their teens and twenties, usually on their way to someplace else. In that restless time when the country was so poor and no one knew what was going to happen next, everyone who could be was on their way to someplace else.

I was way too young to know which one of the many men that came through the house knocked up my sister, but after that, all of the boarders were women and that has made all the difference, hasn't it?

My sister Jean had been sent away to a home for wayward girls, what they called you if you got pregnant out of wedlock (a couple of queer terms aren't they?). It wasn't unusual for girls to be married at 12 or 13 or 14 in those days. There are places even today in the country you can get married at 13 or 14 without your parents' permission but I guess the circumstances of this particular event wasn't rectifiable that way. That boarder and all of the other male boarders were asked to move. There were plenty of female boarders around and the house was soon full of girls.

So if you did the math, I had just turned 3 when Trudy was born. I was the last of all of my mother's kids, probably because my dad died soon after Trudy was born and my mother didn't remarry. Later, of course, I wondered if Mom hadn't been taking some advantage of having a bunch of male boarders around to satisfy her requirements even with Dad alive and in that kind of climate that's how Jean came to be pregnant. I do know that later Mom did take advantage of having female boarders around to satisfy her requirements. I know that first hand.

Anyway, I guess the best way to cover up the family shame, if there was any, was to pretend that Trudy was my sister and for sure the only place to stick her was in my room. I was still in the nursery as it was because any available space was taken up by a boarder that was willing to pay for it. I'm told my sister didn't stay long when she came home with Trudy. Whatever story was being used to cover her absence, she must have been sent along to actualize so that no one would have lied too much in the making of the story.

A bunch of years passed with the two of us spending most of our waking time together and all of our sleeping time together. When Trudy was old enough to be moved out of a crib, she was moved into my single bed with me. Mom was pretty absent, trying to keep the house going, cooking for a bunch of kids that are still around and boarders living in the house. I think with all of the boarders that were around though, Trudy and I didn't lack attention. There was always someone willing to see that we got a bath or a story read to us.

I think it was the extra attention from one of the boarders that got us going in a particular direction with our lives, even at those early ages, that has completely defined us. Two things happened just about at the same time. At this juncture, neither Trudy nor I can say for certain which happened first or if they didn't somehow happen at the same time. It's entirely possible it was at the same time and that we just don't recall our mother's part in it.

For the sake of telling the story, I'm going to separate the two because it's clearer that way in my mind. I'll let you put the two together in any combination you like to imagine how it might have been if you had been there in one of the roles.

The first one is that one day Trudy came to me and said that she had seen Mom and a particular boarder that we knew as Sally, sort of squirming around in Mom's bed without their clothes on.

She said at first she thought they were sick to their tummies or maybe sad about something. Later she said they were kissing like they couldn't get enough of being together or that maybe they were saying goodbye for a long trip. She said in the end, they really screamed together, almost at the same time so she thought they were in pain again and must be sick.

Trudy doesn't know how she came to see such a scene if she wasn't there while it was happening. When she visualizes this today, she visualizes herself naked while it's happening and she has her hand in her sex, rubbing it to make it feel good while she is watching. Was she with Mom and Sally? What part had she played in their arousal with one another? Does she have it mixed up with what came later?

She doesn't remember being touched by them at that time but who would remember that, if you thought you were touching yourself (if that was her touching herself) and with the two adults making love in front of her. She vividly remembers hairy cunts and the sweet smell of pussy juice.

The second thing that happened was that, we believe anyway, Sally began to bathe Trudy and me regularly. It seems to us now that Mom used to bathe us all of the time but whose face and whose hands were there with us in the bathroom while we were naked in the tub during that time that I was turning 8 and Trudy was turning 5 is another blur we can't resolve.

Here is what we do know though. Whoever was bathing us (and it might as well have been both of them) was taking an extra amount of time with their fists, wrapped in a wash cloth, washing between our legs. Even at my advanced age of 8 when I should have been completely cognizant of the world around me, Trudy and I look back on those baths as moments when we were truly conscious, truly in the moment with the feelings we were experiencing, but completely inside of ourselves, obviously due to the arousal. We left our bath feeling all tingly between our legs and whether it was Mom or Sally or perhaps both of them interchangeably. After drying us off, there would be lots of kisses all over us, including between our legs on our tingly mounds, before we were allowed to put on our nighties.

It wasn't long after these baths started that I began to replicate the wash clothes by wadding up the material of my night gown from the hem up to my crotch into a ball like a fist in a wash cloth and jamming it into my sex. I would then lie on the wad on my stomach and rock my hips until I had some little-girl version of satisfaction.

Mostly I did this after Trudy was asleep but after a bit, I was so aroused by the bathing and the kisses that I would have to do it whether she was asleep or not. One night she asked me what I was doing, and couldn't help but giggle while she was asking me.

I explained the problem I was having and how this arrangement was a bit of a solution to it. That's when she told me her experience with Mom and Sally and how she had seen them do it a different way which she proceeded to demonstrate. Trudy hiked up her nightgown over her waist exposing her naked bottom to me and proceeded to dig into her sex with her hand, particularly her fingers.

A whole bunch of things came rushing at me all at once. Mom and Sally squirming? Trudy watching? My watching Trudy at that moment play with herself? I can use my hand and not a wadded up nightgown?

Once Trudy got started on herself demonstrating for me, there wasn't any stopping her until she relieved some of the tension she must have been feeling thinking about the things that I was thinking of. Just so I could practice while she was still demonstrating, I moved to the bottom of the bed so that our feet were toward each other, one of mine lying between her legs and one of hers was lying between mine, and copied her technique. Pretty soon we were both breathing hard and having little-girl orgasms.

I was very happy with my niece and the new found knowledge she had taught me in order to make myself feel good but being an incredibly curious little girl, I couldn't get the Mom and Sally thoughts out of my head. I was determined to get to the bottom (no pun intended) of that story. I started in during the next bath.

I told Sally that it felt really good when she washed us so vigorously with wash clothes between our legs and we liked the kisses but that Trudy and I had discovered that our bare hands worked a lot better. Sally quickly agreed that I was right that bare hands was better at making girls feel good than wash cloths and that she would be happy to use her bare hands from then on out while washing us.

I told Sally that her little bit of rubbing and kissing at bath time only stirred up a bunch of feelings and aching for more and that we had been doing it to ourselves afterward to take away the aching. I wondered if she would ever want to do it long enough to us sometime so that we didn't go away aching. Or maybe Trudy and I should start doing it to each other. This last thought had occurred to me but I hadn't had a chance to talk to Trudy about it. She let out a giggle and covered her mouth.

Sally said that there might be an opportunity for her to rub us longer sometime but that she would have to think about that and talk to our mom about it. But for sure that it was certainly OK for Trudy and I to do it to each other if that made it better for us to take care of our ache. Girls should always help each other out with these things if they could.

Sally did use her bare hands when she was washing us underneath that night and I felt her fingers slip ever so briefly into my slit. The kisses on our mounds and titties as we were drying off were extra long. I'm pretty sure that Sally had a smile on her face that I think I hadn't seen before.

I was extra aching that night after our bath and Trudy reported the same thing. We pretty quickly got our night gowns off and began digging into our sex with our hands. When I had experienced a bit of relief, I asked Trudy if she didn't want me to do her and her me. She was very enthusiastic and we commenced to lying close together and rubbing each other's slits right at the top to stimulate our sweet spots.

It was the very next night at bath time that Sally said we were in for a treat after out baths. She used her bare hands on us again and I really wanted to run into our room and play with myself and Trudy instead of whatever treats Sally had in mind. After our bath though she didn't let us put on our nightgowns. Instead, she took us across the hall to our mom's bedroom, naked and tingly between our legs.

We found that Mom was naked too and on her bed and soon Sally was naked as well. Mom said that since we had asked about maybe Sally rubbing us a little while longer instead of our going away aching, that she and Sally had decided that tonight could be a night when some extra rubbing could take place if it was something that we still wanted.

I don't think there was any doubt that we wouldn't want more rubbing, especially in the circumstances Trudy and I found ourselves in. Two naked little girls, flat chests and bare little pussy mounds, with two naked adult women who had tits and full, bushy triangles between their legs. Mom was much older than Sally. I'm guessing that Mom had been 30 when I was born so she was going on 38. Sally was probably in her early 20s. I thought they were both beautiful and wanted nothing more than to have my hands on their ample breasts and explore the mysterious parts hidden in the curly, pubic hair between their legs.

It seemed that Mom and Sally had very similar ideas about us because they patted the bed and asked us to join them. Mom motioned for Trudy to come to her and Sally beckoned me. I can't tell you what Mom did with Trudy that night because I was completely absorbed in what Sally was doing to me. She could not seem to get enough of my body. She had her mouth and her hands on every inch of my body and in every hole that I have. There wasn't any part of what she did that night that I would call unpleasant and I spent the entire time as if in a dream. I didn't understand a bit of it then but now I know I was either coming or I was on the verge of coming. Two states that are worth being in as long as you can sustain them.

Sally didn't ask much of me. She wanted to kiss me and I did that with her several times. She wanted me to suck on her breasts which I did eagerly. She wanted me to have my mouth on her sex and she showed me which part. She wanted me to put my hand and some of my arm inside her front hole and move it around. She seemed very pleased about my doing these things and I gather from the noises that both she and Mom were making that they were having the adult versions of the things I was feeling.

At some point in the evening, Mom and Sally turned their attention on one another and kind of abandoned Trudy and me. I think now that Trudy and I were just the warm up act and that what the two of them did together was the real stuff. Our little-girl bodies had aroused them to a point that their love making would push them to places that they had never been before. Trudy and I weren't actually capable of doing that for them on our own.

I was still pretty aroused when we were released from our obligations and apparently so was Trudy. The two of us came together on our own part of the bed and started to apply the things we had just learned to each other, certainly not with the intensity that we had just experienced, but we kissed and touched each other in those places that we had given and received pleasure from the adults while they groped and squirmed (Trudy's word was perfect) their way to ecstasy.

It never happened again that either of us were invited into the bedroom to be with them. We continued to have baths by one or the other for a little while longer and I think both of them enjoyed probing our bottoms and kissing us here and there. After some point though, maybe when I turned 9, we were set loose to give ourselves baths.

Trudy and I though never stopped practicing what we learned that night and have taught ourselves since. Prosperity came back to the country with the war and boarders were no longer necessary. Trudy and I stayed on at the house, taking jobs in town after high school to support ourselves. Our older siblings went away one by one to have lives of their own and eventually Mom died, and at last so have all of them.

Occasionally, some of our siblings' offspring will decide that they want to visit the quaint family homestead and the two old-maid aunts, matriarchs of the family. Sometimes they will ask if we've ever been married and hasn't it been difficult. We answer that we've made the best of the circumstances that we have been provided and that they could do a lot worse.

And when they leave we have a great belly laugh.