Rate this story It was, I believe, within a week after my eighth birthday that my Aunt Virginia looked in on me one night to see if I was sleeping and ended up giving me my first lesson in the joys of sex. She was babysitting me and my sister (who is a year and a half younger than me), and was probably getting ready to settle in with her book. As it happened, I was awake, and said something to her when she began to close the door. I was, at the time, a little bit afraid of the...
