"I know you do, Keith," Conchi said. "You have told me that ever since you agreed to give me your sperm on New Year's Eve."

"Now it's April," Keith said, "and for four months you've been drinking my come in a glass of brandy. Why don't you suck my cock and get it fresh?"

"I tried fresh come, as you call it, and it has a nasty taste. That is why I mix yours with brandy, Keith." Conchi poured a bit of brandy into her glass.

"So you sucked a cock before?"

Conchi sipped her brandy. "Once, Keith. Only once, long ago. I can do without it, thank you."

"I want to fuck you, auntie. I really do. So if you don't let me I'll just refuse to come in your glass."

"Keith," Conchi said, "I give you twenty-five dollars every week for only one shot of your sperm. So why don't you use the money to take out a girl?"

"I'd rather fuck you-you keep the twenty-five."

"Impossible!"

Keith put his hand on his aunt's arm. "Auntie, the dogs I know aren't worth it and the ones I like are too tall."

"There are some tall girls who like to go out with short men."

"I know," Keith said, taking his hand from his aunt's arm, "but it would be embarrassing to me."

"Well, don't go out then! Have an in-date with one of them. There must be a tall girl somewhere who will have intercourse with you for twenty-five dollars."

"Where?" Keith asked.

"Wait. Perhaps I know such a girl-a girl who will not only let you into her apartment but also into her silk panties."

Keith hugged his aunt. "Oh, could you, auntie?"

"Don't spill my drink, Keith. Besides you are too close to me." Conchi pushed her nephew away and pulled her robe together. "Don't get your hopes up, Keith. All I can do is try."

Keith kissed his aunt on both her healthy-looking cheeks. "If you do, auntie, I'll come for you for nothing!"

Conchi laughed. "I don't want your charity, Keith. All I want is your fine young semen."