Rate this story by Stockingtops When I was 12 years old, my parents died in an auto accident. The only relative left to care for me was my mother’s sister, Aunt Sarah. I had been living with her for several months, when she finally brought my problem to my attention. I had recently begun having wet dreams, but had not learned how to masturbate yet. And when I had wet dreams, I would put my sheets in the wash immediately so that Aunt Sarah wouldn’t know what had happened. However, one day I woke up late after having had a...
