There was a chair pulled up to the near side of the bed. Uncle Zack pointed to it and said, “I’ll be sitting there.”
“So you’re not going to—”
“Be on the bed? NO! That would be weird.”
Again I laughed. I was the only one who thought that was funny.
“Honey, bedtime!”
Auntie Lee slowly crawled up on the bed and lay down with her feet together. She adjusted the robe to cover up as much as possible for as long as possible.
“Oh, by the way, the camera’s over there on the bureau.” Uncle Zack pointed.
“You’re recording this? No way!”” I said.
“Camera shy? Don’t be. And just don’t look at the camera. Pretend it’s not there.”
“Why do you need that?” I said. I wondered if they heard the panic in my voice. Didn’t they suspect I might not want a video of me fucking my aunt floating around?
“For posterity. And, so I have a record of the event. That you were here, and that I was here, participating, being there for my child right from the beginning,” he said, dead serious.
Then he pointed and said, “Your turn. Lose the clothes.”
“Right now?”
He just pointed. And I slid out of my sneakers and then pulled down my running shorts, leaving me in just my boxers.
He pointed again and I dropped my drawers.
“Whoa! Little Mikey is all grown up! Look at that, Sweetums! Your nephew was hiding his talent where nobody suspected.
Auntie Lee’s eyes were on my penis. I really didn’t know how big it was. But, it was bigger than anybody else in physical ed or anybody on any of the athletic teams.
“Zack, I don’t know.” There was a quaver in Auntie Lee’s voice.
“No problem, Lee. You’ll see. Mikey, now is where you go to work. Get that thing angry.”
But, angry it wouldn’t get. Not even perturbed or annoyed. No amount of willing or stroking would interest it. My penis, the thing that I wished a thousand times in school wouldn’t bulge through my pants, wouldn’t cooperate.
“Hurry up, Mikey,” Uncle Zack finally said.
“I dunno … with you watching … I dunno,” I kind of whispered and whined.
Auntie Lee gracefully got off the bed and took Uncle Zack’s hand. “Outside for a few minutes.”
“What? No! I want to be here from start to finish.”
“Zack, if you don’t give him some privacy, the start WILL be the finish. Nothing will happen and it will only get worse as time goes on and the pressure increases. De-escalate. Go out, close the bedroom door, and I’ll call you when we’re ready. This should be easy, believe me.”
She pulled my uncle from his “seat of honor” or “seat of voyeurism” in my opinion. He headed for the door and said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” which made no sense to me. He closed the door, with him on the good side, the outside.
“Thanks, Auntie Lee, maybe that’ll help.”
She leaned close like she was listening to me and then said, “Oh … the camera too? Okay, we’ll turn it back on when you’re ready.” She walked over to the bureau and turned the camera off.
Then she said in a whisper, “Mikey, your uncle is really jealous so I don’t want the camera on while we do this part. I know you’re nervous, but I have some ways to relax you. And, another thing, while we’re doing it, I don’t want your uncle to think I’m doing anything but playing my role and doing my duty. So, I’ll just be as still as possible. You just do YOUR thing. That’s the important part. Understand?”