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Aunt Susan's Bed (Fm) by Osric134
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   I went to live my aunt Susan when I was sixteen years old after both my
parents had to go to Saudi Arabia for their new, very well-paying jobs.  I
couldn't go because I was so close to finishing college and my aunt said
she would take me in.  She had been alone for two years after my uncle
Frank had left her for a young bit of fluff, as my Mother put it, from his
workplace.  Since then, she stayed away from men and kept very much to
herself.  Occasionally attending family gatherings as she was still married
to my uncle.  Her sudden decision to take me in was a bit of a surprise to
us all, since she never said much to us at all.  Her husband was after all
my father's older brother.  I was scared of her to be honest.  She always
had a severe look on her face and wore very conservative looking clothes
when out on the street.  She was a white woman of thirty years of age, she
was tall as well, taller than me by at least six inches.  I understood that
she was a really nice person before my uncle left her.  I had begged my
parents not to send me to her, but they would not look a gift like that up.
Especially since she insisted that she would provide everything I would
need and my parents didn't have to worry about money.  Her house was nice
and well furnished, each room was light and airy and had everything in it's
place.  "I expect my house to remain tidy at all times, is that clear boy?"
were her sharp instructions.  I nodded to her, but her staring grey eyes
said she wanted more than just a head shake.  "Yes auntie Susan," I said
with my head low.  I didn't want to get on her wrong side.  She was a
martial arts expert and had beaten up several men in a bar once.  Maybe
that was why uncle Frank had left, he was scared of her I supposed.  "I
don't want any noise either, if you are listening to music use headphones."
She waited.  "Yes auntie Susan," I said when I realised what she was
waiting for.  She actually smiled and pulled me to her, hugging me warmly
and kissing my forehead.  "It's good to have you here Boy.  I do get lonely
in here all by myself and it will be nice to see someone else in the
house." She let me loose and showed me up to my new room.  It was a large
back bedroom with a double bed and a computer on a desk in the corner.  She
showed me where everything was and left me alone to unpack.
   I had always been a timid boy having been bullied in school from a very
early age.  I was tormented by the girls as well as the boys.  I was the
only black boy in my class, even though there were other black children in
the school.  I had no friends as I was so shy and had previously been
beaten up by one of the girls when I refused to do her homework for her.  I
learned my lesson and did whatever she said after that.  I had my first
kiss from the redhead too.  She had beaten me up several times, dragging me
into the girls lavatory and flushing my head in the toilet until one day
she decided that I was cute and started dragging me behind the school to
kiss me instead.  At least once a day she would have me behind the school
building with my back to the wall and her tongue down my throat as I clung
to her.  Eventually she changed schools and I didn't see her again.  That
had been two years ago.  I had been left alone pretty much since then and
managed to get into college easily with my good grades.  My parents were
proud of me, I was given a larger allowance as a result.  Now I sat alone
in my new bedroom in my new home.  My eyes teared up and I kept wiping them
as I put my things away.  It was a very scary time.
   We sat quietly in the living room watching CSI on the TV.  We had eaten
a very nice dinner which she had cooked and she had even given me a half
glass of wine to drink afterwards.  "It's a very good thing to do after an
evening meal," she said as she sipped her wine.  I made a face, it was
sour. I did finish it though.  We sat now watching Grissom and his team
putting the finishing touches to their case and then my aunt switched of
the set.  "Bed time young man," she said, "You have school tomorrow and I
promised your parents I would keep to their timetable with you.  Off you
go." I shrugged and went up to do my homework and get ready for bed.  I lay
in my new bed looking at the patterns of light made by the street lights
through the tree on the ceiling.  I felt so lost, so alone.  I was in a
house with a woman who was not really a blood relative and who scared me
shit-less.  I would be here with her for a long, long time.  
  
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