Some of my fondest memories from my youth center around my mother's younger sister Jane – my Aunt Jane. My maternal grandparents remained sexually vital and active well into their senior years. Aunt Jane was an accident, so to speak, in that she was born eighteen years to the day after my mother was born. She was also born the year mom and dad got married. She is fourteen months older than I am.
When Jane was two, grandmother had to have hip replacement surgery, and was unable to take care of Jane, grandpa, and their home. Grandpa hired a woman to come in and cook meals and clean house, but grandma wouldn't let the woman take care of Jane. As a result, Jane came to live with my parents and me. We were raised as brother and sister for almost a year before, after a second surgery, grandma was again able to care for her daughter.
Even after Jane went back to live with grandpa and grandma, she spent a lot of time at my home. We lived only a short distance from one another, and our parents thought it was good for us to have someone about our own age to play with. All of the kids who lived near either of us were three or more years older than we were. So, Jane and I grew up together.
That was the way things stood until Jane graduated from high school and went off to college in Socorro. I was in my senior year at Belen High School at the time.
During her first year away from home, Jane, like so many college freshmen, was more interested in social life, and her newfound freedom from parental control than was good for her. She joined a sorority that had a reputation for throwing wild parties that on occasion turned into orgies. Jane lost her virginity at one of those parties. To this day she doesn't know who the boy was who, after he had come in her, pulled out and shouted to everyone else in the room, "Hey, look! I just popped a cherry," and waved his limp, blood stained cock for everyone to look at.
I bought a twelve year-old '54 Chevy that year, and after a lot of hard work got it to looking good, and even better – running good. I was proud of that car.
My eighteenth birthday was on a Saturday that year. I didn't want to spend it at home with mom and dad. I talked them into celebrating a day early by taking me to dinner in Albuquerque. I also talked them in letting me call Jane and arrange to visit her over the weekend. She had an apartment off campus and I knew that she would be a lot of fun to be with. We always enjoyed being together. At the time, I had no idea how much fun we would have before I returned home early, very early, Monday morning.
When I got to Jane's apartment she asked me in and showed me where to put my pack in which I had a change of clothes, my camera, and a package of rubbers. I was still a virgin, but had hopes that I'd be able to hook up with one of Jane's liberal minded girl friends before the weekend was over. Little did I realize that it would be Jane and not one of her friends who would be the first to feel my cock inside her.
I had to pee and asked Jane where her bathroom was. She grabbed me by the hand and drug me down the hall. When we got to the bathroom door, Jane pushed me inside and came in too. I was a little surprised, but hell, we had peed in one another's presence hundreds of times growing up together. I whipped my dick out and let a powerful stream splash into the toilet bowl. Jane just stood there grinning.
When I finished, I shook a couple of drops from my penis and while I was stuffing it back inside my jeans, I saw Jane sliding her jeans and panties off her butt. I hadn't flushed the toilet. Jane sat down on it and mixed her piss with mine.
Like I said, Jane and I had peed in one another's presence hundreds of times as little kids, but this time there was something different about it. Hearing the buzz of her piss splashing against the front of the toilet bowl, and smelling its odor made my cock stiffen in my hand. It got so hard so fast that I couldn't get it back inside my pants. I stood there in front of my Aunt with a red face, and a very hard cock.
Jane giggled and reached out to stop me as I continued trying to stuff my dick back inside my jeans. "Don't, Lang. Don't put it away. I want to look at it and touch it."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Suddenly it dawned on me. We weren't little kids any more. We were not innocently playing doctor. We were two horny young people with raging hormones.
Jane only stroked my dick a couple of times, just enough to smear the pre-come that was leaking from it over the glans. Then, she stopped, wiped her pussy with a piece of tissue, stood, pulled up her clothes, flushed the toilet, and went to the sink to wash her hands.
I finally managed to stuff my cock back into the confines of my tight jeans, and washed my hands too. By then, Jane was back in her living room/bedroom drinking a Dr. Pepper. As I entered the room, she said, "There are more drinks in the fridge. Help your self."
I opened the fridge and saw that Jane had some St. Pauli Girl beer. On occasion I had sneaked one of dad's beers at home, and liked the taste of a cold brew. "Can I have one of your beers," I asked.
"Sure, you're a big boy now. But, only one. I need for you to take me up to the Waldo Mine. I left something up there yesterday that I need for class on Monday."
"Great. I've heard a little about the Waldo. Is it really a working mine?"
"It is, but it doesn't have enough ore to make it a commercially viable operation, so now its main function is as a laboratory for mining and geology students."
"You're studying English and journalism. What were you doing up there?"
"One of my assignments is to write a descriptive essay. I went up there to see for myself what I would be describing."
We finished our drinks. Jane packed a lunch. I emptied my clothes out of my pack, but left the camera and rubbers in it. I then put the stuff Jane had fixed for our lunch and some more drinks into it, along with an old GI blanket to spread on the ground while we ate.
The Waldo Mine is in the mountains southwest of Socorro. It takes almost forty-five minutes to get there. When we arrived, we checked in at the mine office, got hard hats and big, high-powered flashlights and went down into the mine to where Jane had left her notebook. Raul, one of the mining students whom Jane knew went with us and told us something about the geology of the mine and the things he was learning about hard rock mining. After we got Jane's notebook, Raul asked if we would like to see still more of the mine. I didn't wait for Jane to answer; I told him yes.
We spent another hour wandering there in the cold tunnels of the mine. Raul obviously lived and breathed mining. He enthused over practically every outcropping of ore, every stope, every place where it had been necessary to put in extra timber bracing to keep the mine ceiling from falling in. Later, back at my car, Jane asked, "Lang, why in hell did you go and tell Raul you wanted to see more of the mine? It's cold down there."
"I'm sorry, Jane. It's just that I'll graduate at the end of this semester, and I've got to think about going to college. I wanted to find out if I might want to come here to study geology or mining."
"Do you?"
"No. After an hour in there, I know that I need to be able to see sunlight. I think I'll go to UNM and study biology. I think I would like to be a wild-life biologist and work in either a state or a national park or forest."
"That would certainly keep you outdoors."
"Hey," I said, as I looked at my watch. Look at the time. No wonder I'm hungry."
"Yeah. I'm hungry too. Let's go someplace where we can spread the blanket on the ground and have a picnic."
"You know this area better than I do. Do you know a nice place?"
"Uh huh. There's a side road about a mile and a half up the highway that leads to a place the sorority girls sometimes use for their outdoor parties. There's a stream there, and a large grassy area, and even some fire pits for cooking food and for keeping warm at night."
"Sounds good to me."
We arrived at the place Jane had described about fifteen minutes later. From the main highway, the road is little more than two ruts wending up the hill side between piñon pines and juniper. My old car's springs and shocks took a real beating getting to the site Jane guided me to, but once we got there, I was happy with it. We were in a small glade next to a burbling stream. None of the trees had canopies to shield us from the direct sun, but some fairly tall ones on the west side of the clearing threw enough of a shadow to give us a little cool shade in which to sit as we ate.
I spread the blanket and started to get the food out of my pack. Jane had beat me to it. She had already set out the sandwiches, and drinks, but was looking for a tube of German mustard down in the bottom of the pack. What she pulled out was not the mustered; it was one of my condoms.
