Impregnating My Aunt

“So how’s university?”

“Oh, good, thanks…”

“What did you study again?”

“History.”

“Oh. That sounds interesting.”

“It is. Right now, I’m reading about the ancient Greek city states.”

“Like Athens?”

“Yes, and Sparta, Thebes, Corinth… and many others. It’s really interesting to see the impact they’ve had on the development of some modern democracies. Then there’s the cultural influence; the ancient Greeks were seen as the high point of civilized culture by the Renaissance artists, and again by the thinkers of the Enlightenment age; they brought up these old ideas and integrated them into the political debate at the time…”

For about ten minutes, I went on and on about my favorite subject, almost as if I was giving my aunt a university lecture of my own. She managed to pop in a question or two occasionally, but once I got started on this, it was hard to stop me. I even managed to avoid staring at her breasts while I went on about Greek philosophers. Throughout, Liz listened patiently with a lovely smile on her face.

Eventually, I stopped droning on about ancient Greece and Liz managed to get a sentence in edgewise.

“So, Ben… I wanted to ask you something while I was here.”

“Mhm?”

She suddenly looked around, as if to check if anybody else were able to hear us. Of course they were, I thought; we’re having a garden party with half a dozen other people who were just a few feet away. Liz turned back to me and lowered her voice, almost to a whisper:

“Actually, it’s a bit secret. Can you meet me upstairs later?”

Then she quickly stood up and walked off to get herself another drink, leaving me sitting there alone and confused.

Secret? Meet her upstairs? Alone? I almost had to slap myself to get my head out of the gutter. In the porn films, this is where the lonely housewife takes the younger man upstairs and has her way with him, fulfilling his wildest sexual fantasies. Here, in the real world, my aunt wouldn’t have any intentions in that direction. She probably wasn’t even aware of me as a sexual being. Not only were we family – she was so far out of my league that she probably just saw me as the awkward nerdy kid who constantly had his nose in a book.

I tried to think of what else she could want. Because it had to be something else. Something simple. Something like… planning a surprise party, maybe? That could be it. Or maybe she wanted to sound me out about what to buy for Uncle Ted’s birthday. I couldn’t remember when that was, though, so I didn’t know how likely it was to be that.

I waited anxiously for ‘later’ to come around. I emptied my drink, finished off the piece of cake on my plate, and eventually headed inside. I went to the bathroom and spent a few minutes in there, splashing water in my face and trying to make myself look as presentable as possible. I wondered if Liz had noticed where I had gone. What if she hadn’t? Would I have to go and look for her? How surreptitious should I be about this thing? Exactly how secret was this ‘secret’ thing she wanted to talk about?