The Union

My dearest Auntie. Truly I say she was the only woman I ever loved. Simply because of her love and attention that my own mother seemed not to show for me. 

I guess we both had something in common. Both last borns in our families, our older siblings always in the lime light. Finding much favor with our parents. 

And deep down in my heart, I knew this to be the reason my mother used to despise me in a way. Simply because I showed her sister more love than I could ever give to her. 

But she despised me for something worse. On the days my perfect older brother was out playing sports at school events, I was forced to stay home. Guarding the house while everyone else went to watch him play.  And every time I was meant to do that I used to use the opportunity to sneak out of the house and visit my Auntie. 

We'd spend hours on hand talking and laughing about her sister's younger days. 

"I remember her thinking she was all that, really a spoiled brat. The day I was born she felt threatened that I would take her place. So when I felt threatened by her during the day, I'd stuff her pillow with dead frogs during the night", my auntie told to tell me. 

From her stories I could tell my mother thought her self to be high and mighty, hiding her True nature behind a face.

I'd sneak out of the house a couple more times, forgetting about the time while I was out. Forgetting that eventually I needed to return to my own home. Some days I'd have to sneak back into my own house, because I'd take too long at my Auntie's. 

I think that's how my mother knew of my misdeeds, well she did have eyes and ears all round this town. 

And one day my mother did approach me on the matter, warning me not to go to my auntie.

"She's plotting against me, so I'd rather not have my own child hang around with such", she shouted at me. 

Still her warnings fell to deaf ears, I'd sneak out some more. Eventually she'd find a way to lock me in the house. 

But the last time I visited my Auntie before that, she said something very interesting. A secret in fact. 

"Do you know why your mother acts that way.

As children growing up she thought herself being the first child made her perfect. She did everything she could to seem that way. Joining all the clubs in school, playing every sport possible and making it a must to always be on top. 

But there was one thing that really made her hate me. Despite all her achievements there was one thing I always beat her at, ART", my Auntie told me. 

Pulling out several portraits from her cupboard, she showed me all her paintings. And I must say they were stunning, true works of art. Who wouldn't wish to be so talented like her. 

She continued, "our parents admired me for this, praised me too.  But my sister's eyes fell into deep jealousy, she despised me greatly. 

So my dear nephew,  your mother fears the same happening in her own family. She's sick that way. I've seen her twisted side"

That was the last time my Auntie and I ever spoke. Well that's what I thought. 

A couple weeks later,  I was walking home from school. My piano teacher called in sick, so I managed to leave school an hour early. 

Usually at home during the day, I'm the only one there. But on this day I noticed my father's car parked outside. My auntie's car parked next to it. 

"Auntie isn't allowed in our house, mother always said that", thinking to myself. 

Walking into the house I could hear sounds coming from my parents room. I went up the stairs, watching my steps, not to make a sound. I got to the door, slowly pushing it open, peeping inside. 

"YES", hearing the sounds of my Auntie in satisfaction while she mounted on top of my father. Their clothes on the floor. 

My eyes widened, dropping my school bag. The sound it made caught their attention just as they were getting to their climax. 

The both seen me looking through the door. 

"What are you doing here", they both yelled out. 

Quickly I ran into my room, shutting the door. I could hear them both quickly putting on their clothes, whispering in loud concerns. 

I looked out my window to see my Auntie jumping into her car and dashing off. A few minutes later my father came into my room and sat on my bed. 

"Son, I know what you seen doesn't make sense, but I beg you in all that is dear, DON'T tell your mother of what you seen today. 

It be our little secret"

I silently nodded in agreement. 

My father walked off, jumped back into his car and returned to work I assumed. 

I sat on my bed, trying to understand what I just witnessed. But what I did understand was that my heart felt heavy from what just happened. 

Two bodies coming together, 

They made love, but it wasn't meant to be forever. 

They knew the risk, 

But it didn't stop them as their faces came closer for a kiss. 

Now from their union, 

They've left a child in confusion. 

They never wanted to stop, they loved the biting and bruising. 

Two bodies came together to join each. 

Both craving for satisfaction they failed to reach. 

_The Union