Auntie always acted a little weird around me. Whenever she visited us, she would pay a little more attention to me then Jem, and on the rare occasion she complimented me, she would blush and say that I reminded her of Atticus. Jem said that she was a Kiki, but Atticus rebuffed that and said that nothing of the sort was true.
She stayed over in Maycomb quite frequently, often for no other reason then to check on us. One of the times, our affair went farther than lewd comments.
It was a lazy Saturday morning. Atticus was off picking jurors for the trial, and Jem and I were just waking up. I went inside the bathroom for my morning shower, but was confronted by a horrid sight. Jem, naked in full view of the door, was tied up to a wooden chair, by an intricate series of loops and knots.
I heard the door shut behind me. I knew who is was, and my pulse quickened.
"Hello, dear." Aunt Alexandra locked the door and thrust the key deep up her keyhole. "Do you mind staying here a little? I think Jem has already enjoyed his stay."
I look down at Jem's hotdog. It had tons of syrup and ketchup on it, and was pointing straight at me. "Of course," Aunt Alexandra continued, "if you want to go, all you have to do is reach in here and grab the keys and run. That's not very fun though, is it."
My pocket was getting wetter and wetter at the sight of Jem's hotdog. I began putting my finger in it. In and out. In and out. I said, "Do you mind if I get started with Jem first"
"Sure, why not, but why don't you reconsider." Auntie threw off her shirt, revealing two gigantic papayas she had bought at the farmers market. They seemed bigger than when I first saw them. I guess it was both Jem and I's presence that got her like this. She gestured towards them. " This is just the start".
I cautiously moved towards her, but before I knew it, she pulled my face into her chest. I could feel her papayas, especially the stem. It was hard.