Lesson 1
Jerzy Starek knew everything he needed to know about the boy midway through the first game. The twelve-year-old played like a gorilla. Tom was all about thumping his chest and making threatening moves, but he lacked the patience to incorporate his moves into a coherent strategy. You can’t win anything worth having with bluff and bluster.
The grandmaster decided to use the rest of the first lesson more profitably by donning his sunglasses and taking in the sight just over the boy’s shoulder. She was spectacular; young, blond, and zoftig with a radiant smile. She sat on the bench holding a book in her lap, her back straight, occasionally flicking her long hair over her shoulder to keep it out of her face. It was a sight that warmed him more than the afternoon sun filtering through the trees in Washington Square Park.
“Is that your sister?” he asked the boy.
Tom glanced over his shoulder, saw who Jerzy was staring at, and said, “Yeah.”
“How old is she?”
“Sixteen,” he said.
“Does she have a boyfriend?”
“She has a new one every week,” the boy said.
“Every week? Why?”
“Probably because she is such a bitch,” he said. She’s always telling me what to do.”
“I had three older brothers,” Jerzy said, his sigh long and heavy. “Not one better than a patch full of crotch crickets. You have no idea how lucky you are.”
“I’d take a brother in place of her any day,” the boy said.
The remark irked Jerzy to no end. “What, are you stupid?”
“I’m not stupid,” Tom snapped back.
They both looked around to see their elevated voices had drawn the attention of the other players. Jerzy resumed at a lower volume. “If you’re not doing something every day to make that girl like you, you are the dumbest kid in New York.”
Tom turned to look at his sister again, then said, “What’s so great about her?”
“What do you mean?” Jerzy practically shouted. All of the players at nearby tables looked toward the pair in response and he forced himself to lower his voice again. “Don’t you like women?”
“Yes,” Tom said, moving a pawn forward and hitting the clock button.
Barely glancing at the board, Jerzy responded with his own pawn move and hit the button to stop his clock and start Tom’s again. “Well, you don’t act like it,” he said.
Tom positioned a knight, then Jerzy another pawn. “You ever try to get a peek at her naked?” Jerzy asked. “Or take a little sniff her of her dirty underwear?”
Tom looked up. “That’s weird.”
“I’m just saying what you have already thought about lots of times,” Jerzy said, “if you really like women. Maybe, you don’t. Lots of guys don’t these days, I don’t care, but if you really like women you must have pulled your pud a dozen times thinking about seeing her naked. Every kid here is going to be wringing out their rope tonight thinking about that girl. You’re no different.”
“She’s my sister,” Tom said.
The boy’s response wasn’t a denial, Jerzy thought, just an explanation for why he wouldn’t admit it. “Did someone tell you you weren’t supposed to sniff around your sister? Is that your problem? I have news for you, Kid; there was never a brother who didn’t, and a lot of them don’t stop at a peek and a sniff.”
Tom’s eyes furrowed, which Jerzy read as confusion. “Oh, I get it,” Jerzy said. “You don’t know what I’m talking about do you?” He leaned over the board and said, “The old in-and-out? Jamming the jelly? Filling the doughnut with cream? Still don’t know?”
The boy’s face was unrestrained confusion, so Jerzy continued. “Let’s start with the basics. Do you know why you get boners? You know what a boner is, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Tom said.
Jerzy was unconvinced. “A boner is when that thing dangling between your legs gets as stiff as a baseball bat so you can pitch your balls into the wet glove between a girl’s legs. A boner is nature’s way of telling you to find someone to fuck and keep the species going.”
“Girl’s have a wet glove?”
“You don’t know what a euphemism is, do you? Forget baseball. Girls have a hole, called a vagina, especially designed for your giggle stick to fit in real snug. You push it in and pull it out and push it in until you fill the hole with your baby juice. Produced any baby juice, yet?”
The boy’s chin dropped, hiding his eyes.
“The sticky white stuff coming out of your dangle in a hurry,” Jerzy offered. “Maybe at night when you’re dreaming.”
There was a flash of understanding on Tom’s face when he looked up.
“Bingo,” Jerzy said. “That’s baby juice, and if you think it felt good coming out of there in your wet dream wait until you blast off in a girl’s nice warm rocket pocket. And squeezing your white honey into a hive like your sister’s is the highest achievement a man can attain. It’s like becoming a God.”
“But… she’s my sister?”
“What? You think nobody ever did their sister?” Jerzy said as he moved a knight in response to another move by Tom. “It happens all the time. Read your history. Read the Bible. Maybe people don’t talk about it, but people don’t talk about a lot of things they do, especially when it involves the old lust and thrust.” Jerzy leaned over the board and softened his voice so he couldn’t be heard by the other chess players. “I knew a guy who used to bang his sister more often than a gypsy bangs a tambourine, did it for years, and he still says she was the best fuck he has ever had. That could be you, Kid. The best fuck of your life could be right there in your own house.”
The boy turned to look at the pretty blond again. “I don’t think so.”
“Why the hell not?” Jerzy asked.
“She doesn’t even like me,” Tom said. “Not like that.”
“Probably because you are a little prick to her,” Jerzy said. “I’ll bet you tease her, call her names, and such. Right?”
The boy shrugged.
“What do you say when you really want to make her mad?”
“I tell her she’s fat,” Tom said laughing. “She hates being fat.”
“Saying that kind of shit to a woman will guarantee you never get laid, kid,” Jerzy said. “Keep it up and your donicker will fall off like an icicle drops off a gutter in Spring.”
“What am I supposed to say to her?” Tom asked.
“First,” Jerzy said, “you need to be polite. Girls love that. It makes them think you’re a good man, deep down. Second, always keep your promises. That tells them they can count on you. You can be covered with carbuncles and your cum taste like acid but if you’re a good man and keep your promises they will respect you, and if you’re lucky love you, and if you’re really lucky, accept delivery of your package before you can get off the truck.”
Tom moved another pawn. “What’s a carbuncle?”
“You’re a carbuncle if you make another dumb move like that.” Jerzy countered by advancing his knight. “I’ve known plenty of cheating bastards who hung onto beautiful wives just because they were polite. So, what are you going to say to her after she takes you home today?”
“I don’t know,” Tom said.
“You’re going to say, ‘Thanks for taking me to my chess lesson today, Sis. I really appreciate it.’”
“My mom made her,” Tom said. “She didn’t even want to.”
“You ungrateful little shit, you’re lucky she talks to you much less goes out of her way to do things for you.” Jerzy threw up his hands, “Fine, ignore my advice. You’re probably gay anyway.”
“I am not!” Tom growled. He looked over his shoulder again at his sister. “You mean if I thank her she’ll let me– ?”
“Don’t be a moron,” Jerzy said. “It’s like chess, you have to start slowly, develop a strategy, respond carefully to her every move, especially the end game. If you play well, you win everything.”
Tom looked more thoughtful as he glanced at his sister once more.
“Our time is up,” Jerzy said. “Now, I want you to practice being polite to your sister. When we meet again I expect to hear all of the polite things you said to her.”
“Shouldn’t I study chess openings?” Tom asked.
“The only opening you should be studying is how to open your sister’s legs, and we’ll get to that later.”
Lesson 2
Jerzy sat down at his table and set up the pieces on the vinyl board he always brought. He wound and set the clock, then leaned back to take in the familiar park scene. There were a dozen stone tables with inlaid boards, each surrounded by a clutch of players and onlookers. He knew most of the faces, the park being where he spent the bulk of his time when he wasn’t in his cramped apartment in the Village. They were young and old, a step down from successful and a step up from homeless, all trying to learn the game that consumed most of their waking lives. He watched a kid about Tom’s age blow his nose, unsuccessfully, then break open a new pack of tissues and try again to staunch the flow. Jerzy had grown used to this rabble hanging over his matches when the competition was good, but there wasn’t one he would call a friend. The sound of chess clocks being snapped down with wooden pieces and kibitzers mouthing off was winding up, and it wouldn’t be long before it was too noisy to concentrate.
The growing clamor made Jerzy more agitated. Having spent much of the time since the previous lesson thinking about Tom’s sister had left him fitful and exhausted. He wondered how much money it would take to fuck her. He didn’t have enough he was sure. Aging chess players past their prime didn’t have anything of value. Just the right to sit at a favorite table in the park and tutor aspiring wood pushers. A girl like that wasn’t interested in money anyway. No, his satisfaction would have to be vicarious through the girl’s brother. Tom was a good looking kid so at least she won’t be put off by his face, even if it was slightly effeminate. He has a decent chance of tickling her belly from the inside if he plays the opening right. If he doesn’t act like a gorilla.
Jerzy spotted the two of them coming up the path, the girl with a different book in her hand, the boy walking a little behind. When they arrived, she walked toward one of the empty benches not attached to a chess table and the boy walked toward Jerzy. It seemed like everyone in the park watched her as she sat down. She was oblivious to their stares, suggesting a kind of innocence which made her all the more alluring. Jerzy made his opening move, punched the clock, and said, “Okay, let’s hear it.”
“Hear what?” Tom asked.
“How did it go with your sister?” Jerzy said. “You were going to practice being polite. Thank her for something. Remember?”
“Oh, yeah,” the boy said. “I thanked her.”
“For what?”
“Ah, she found one of my chess books and I said thank you.” Tom paused to stare at the board before continuing. “And when she put some meat on my plate at dinner, I thanked her.” Another long pause as he thought through a few moves, then, “And I thanked her for bringing me here.”
Jerzy waited, expecting more, then said, “That’s it? I hope you didn’t strain yourself with all the effort.”
“What was I supposed to do?”
Jerzy nodded. “It’s a start, but you’ll have to do a lot better. What did she say when you thanked her for bringing you here?”
“Nothing.”
“She probably doesn’t think you mean it, but that’s good. It means when you convince her you’re sincere, she’ll feel bad about not believing you and like you all the more.”
Tom slapped his bishop down aggressively on an open diagonal and hit the clock.
Jerzy perused the array of pieces briefly then glared at the boy, saying, “Mate in twelve.”
Tom looked disbelieving as he stared at the barely begun game.
“Now,” Jerzy said, happy to no longer have the distraction of chess, “for our next lesson I want you find a way to help her with something.”
“What for?” Tom asked looking frustrated.
“Am I wasting my time here, or do you want to learn?”
“I want to learn about chess. You told my mom you could teach me to be a how to be a great chess player.”
“I tell all the mothers that. Do you think they would hire me to teach you to be a mediocre player?”
“You said I have something special.”
“You do. Your sister.”
Tom whined, “Are you going to teach me how to play chess, or not?”
“I am teaching you about life. Believe me you’ll be a much better chess player once you’ve spread your sour cream on a few tacos.”
Tom stared at the board again as though trying to see where he had gone so wrong that he would lose in twelve moves. “You can’t win in twelve,” he said. “I have your knight and a better position.”
“You always start out like Tarzan of the Apes,” Jerzy said, “but you had better make sure there are vines where you’re going before you start swinging through the trees.” Jerzy answered the baffled look on Tom’s face. “It’s a metaphor. It means you’re going to lose, Kid.”
“How?”
“First, tell me how you’re going to help your sister.”
Tom sighed, “What am I supposed to help her with?”
“I don’t know what,” Jerzy said, delighted with his victory over the boy. “You live with her. Watch, listen, use your brain. What does she need help with? You find out what it is and you offer to help.”
“Why don’t I just ask her?”
“No, Dipshit” Jerzy huffed. “Girls like guys who pay attention and notice things. It means more if you don’t ask.”
“When am I going to learn about chess?”
“You want to spend your summer diddling chess pieces, or the giant nipples on a pair of fun bags any guy in the park would kill to touch?”
The boy shrugged and sighed. “She’s never going to let me.”
“These are just the opening moves,” Jerzy said. “Careful play here sets the stage for capturing the queen and victory. See, I just taught you something about chess. Now find something that girl needs help with, and make yourself useful.”
After Jerzy explained the flaw in his attack Tom pushed over his king to resign.
Lesson 4
It was all Jerzy could do to wait for Tom to sit down for his session. “Well?” he demanded after making the first move.
Tom heaved up the information reluctantly. “I did some of her chores for her, again.”
“How did she respond?”
“She just said, ‘Thanks.’”
“She still doesn’t trust you,” Jerzy said. “You need to expand. Enough with the chores. What else did you help her with?”
“I couldn’t find anything else.”
Jerzy could no longer stand to look at his pupil, so he spoke in the direction of his sister on the bench twenty yards away. He loved it when she wore shorts that disappeared behind her crossed legs. It was easier to imagine her naked. “Chess players have to be observant, anticipate responses, overcome obstacles and create an advantage,” Jerzy proclaimed without looking at the boy.
“That’s not about chess,” Tom said, his tone bitter. “You’re talking about my sister. I’m tired of being nice and doing things for her. Why don’t you do something for her instead of making me do it?”
Because, Dimwit, a girl who looks like that wouldn’t bump uglies with a guy like me if I could shit gold bricks and piss wine. It’s unnatural. But you, you’re young, you’re not ugly, and you live with her. You can learn what makes her happy, and what she aspires to. You can be her best friend and, eventually, slither your snake into her swampy wet cave any time you want. And there is no better feeling in life than a warm welcome from a beautiful wiener wagon.”
“Why do you care?”
“Those that can’t do, listen,” Jerzy said. “Guys like me have to get off on what other people do. You’re going to Nirvana, and I have the exclusive rights to the story. Don’t you tell another soul, either. If I find out you’re talking to your friends about this I’ll whack off your flapdoodle and sell it to a Chinese chef as dog meat.”
Tom looked as though he was wary of the threat.
“Oh, you want to keep that thing, huh?” Jerzy said. “You starting to like thinking about Sis while jerkin your gherkin? Maybe you’re not gay after all.”
“I’m not gay.”
“Denying it just makes you sound desperate, Kid. It’s like trying to convince people you’re a great chess player. Nobody cares what you say. It’s what happens on the board that counts.”
Tom slumped onto his elbows on the table. “What do I have to do?”
“What’s her favorite treat?”
“I don’t know.”
“How can you not know?” Jerzy said. “You live with her. Don’t you watch when she puts food in her mouth. I drool every time she opens those luscious lips of hers.”
“She likes cookies, I guess,” Tom said.
“What kind of cookies, Numb Nuts?”
“Ah… chocolate chip,” the boy said.
“Great,” Jerzy replied. “Make her a batch of chocolate chip cookies.”
“I don’t know how to cook.”
It required all of Jerzy’s energy to keep from slapping the little toad right off his chair. When he stopped steaming, Jerzy said, “It’s a new world, Kid. Men know how to cook. Learn. Women like men who cook. If you’re lucky, she’ll offer to help. But make sure you say no.”
“Why?”
“So you can say,” Jerzy slowly articulated as though he could penetrate the boy’s ignorance with his sharpened words, “I want to do something for you because you do so many things for me.”
“She hardly does anything for me,” Tom said.
“It’s like a pawn sacrifice. You give her something she hasn’t earned, so you will be in a better position later. See how much you’re learning about chess?”
Tom looked over his shoulder at his sister. Jerzy wondered if Tom was fantasizing removing her sandals, shorts, and tight-fitting top, too. “She’s never going to let me touch her tits,” Tom said.
“Aah ha! But you want to, don’t you? I can see you licking your lips. Before long you’ll be sucking on those love bubbles like a baby.”
“I’m not a baby.”
“When it comes to tits all straight men are babies. When you get a chance you will plop her nipple into your mouth and suck harder than a starving newborn. There is nothing more satisfying than warm breast milk trickling down the back of your throat from a great pair of butter bags, Kid.”
Tom swallowed again as he stared at his sister over his shoulder. Jerzy chuckled with pride at how well the boy was progressing.
Lesson 7
Jerzy had arrived earlier than usual. He removed the trash left on her usual bench so she wouldn’t be discouraged from sitting there. Then he moved the garbage can out of the way so his view of her would be unobstructed by players tossing their energy drink bottles and doughnut bags. He sniffed the fresh, slightly damp air as the sun rose high over the park and waited, wondering what she would be wearing today.
He suddenly found himself covered in shadow and he shielded his eyes as he looked up, squinting. Finally recognizing who was standing above him he yanked himself off the seat and moved to her left so the sun wasn’t making her hair scatter the midday light in such a spectacularly gorgeous way. She had surprised him by coming from a different direction.
Jerzy spoke three languages, but he could not find a word to speak in any of them. He stood as though frozen but was able to take in what she was wearing; a light jacket partially covering her breasts, a tight fitting cotton top under the jacket also covering her breasts, a pair of shorts exposing her bare midriff below her breasts, and perfectly shaped legs ending in laced sandals all shadowed by her enormous breasts.
“Hi,” she said, reaching out her hand. “I’m Tom’s sister, Katherine. But everyone calls me Kate.”
Jerzy swallowed to kick start his voice and he stammered, “Ah… hi. I’m Tom’s chess instructor, Jerzy. But everyone calls me… Jerzy.” He stared at her outstretched hand. By the time he realized she was offering to shake she had withdrawn and wrapped her fingers around her book. He cursed himself for missing the chance to feel the warmth of her delicate fingers. He wondered how her cream-colored hand would look holding his veinous red schlong.
“How’s Tom doing?” she asked, her smile refulgent.
“Oh, great, great,” Jerzy said. “He’s doing… great.” He cursed himself again for sounding like an idiot.
“Tom’s smart,” she said. “Mom and I don’t even understand how to play that game.”
“Oh, well,” Jerzy stumbled, “I’m sure you could learn, if you wanted…”
Kate shook her head in a decisive way. “No, it’s beyond me. Worse than math,” she said. “He gets it from his dad. He was smart, too.”
Jerzy felt the pang of her obvious sadness as though it was his own. “Was…?”
“He left,” she said, looking down and away briefly. “Oh, well, he never had time for us anyway.” She had thrown out the words in an insouciant way as though to disguise the depth of her sadness.
“No offense,” Jerzy said, suddenly sure of the words to use, “but your father couldn’t have been very smart if he left you– and your family, of course.”
“Thanks,” she said. She had a very charming way of turning from side to side as though keeping time to some music only she could hear. He imagined it was a favorite tune that made her happy when she felt down. “Tom really likes you,” she said.
“He does?” Jerzy was baffled.
“He says you’re helping him to be a better person.”
“I am?” Jerzy searched his memory for any interaction with Tom that would fit that description and came up empty.
“Yeah, like being more polite and stuff. Even Mom noticed it.”
“Oh, polite,” Jerzy said. “Yes, it’s important to be polite, I do always say that.”
Kate suddenly took on a worried expression, “You’re not trying to molest him, are you?”
“Huh?”
“Mom said I should check you out, but I said you don’t look like the type who would hurt a fly, much less do something awful. I should tell her not to worry, right?”
Jerzy was distracted for a second by her lips pursed in a such a serious way. Lips like hers should always look relaxed, slightly opened, as if she was about to kiss someone. Jerzy’s lips pursed involuntarily for an instant, then he said, “Oh, yes, right. Not to worry. Just chess going on here. And I’m not… well, that way… with boys, I mean… or men.”
Tom ran up from behind with a hot dog in his hand and bumped into Kate before he could stop. “Tom,” she said sharply, bouncing into Jerzy just enough that he instinctively grabbed both of her arms below her shoulders to steady her. As she stood facing him, her stare curious, he caught the fragrance of her hair, an exotic lavender, and thought he was going to faint. He wanted to faint. He wanted to lie down in the grass and watch her sway while the sun lit up her golden hair and fill his nostrils with her lavender scent.
“Sorry,” Tom said with no trace of genuine remorse.
“That’s very rude,” Kate said. “You should listen to Jerzy more. He thinks politeness is important.”
“Apologize like you mean it,” Jerzy said with a gruff tone.
“I’m sorry, Sis,” Tom said, this time his words rang true. “I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose.” Jerzy was surprised Tom could be so convincing. There was only a trace of deceit on his youthful face.
Kate ejected her anger quickly and turned to give him a hug. “Come here you,” she said wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him to her breasts. “He knows it always gets me when he says things like that.
Jerzy entertained a fantasy about being in the boy’s place until Kate glanced at his hand still holding one of her shoulders as though it had been caught on a thread. He dropped his hand quickly and let his nose hunt for the lavender scent that had been briefly extinguished by a breeze. For the first time he became aware of his oak hard third leg and he put his hands in his pockets to adjust it in such a way as to be unnoticeable. Fortunately, he was wearing baggy pants.
“Well, I’ll let you two play,” Kate said, and walked toward her bench and sat down. She looked up at Jerzy one more time, smiled and opened her book.
The two males sat at the table, drew for color, and Tom made the first move. Jerzy responded without thinking, his mind occupied with scenarios in which he might play tickle me pickle me with the goddess on the bench.
After a few moves Tom asked, “Did you see,”
“See what?”
“I touched her tits,” he said. “Smart, huh?”
“You think that was smart?” Jerzy said. “What are you going to do? Keep bumping into her all the time so she hugs you? You might as well club her over the head and rape her.”
“You’re always talking about her tits,” Tom said. “I thought that’s what you wanted me to do.”
“I never said to maul her like a bear,” Jerzy said. “I said be polite, helpful, figure out what she wants and likes. No, you came up with that idea all by yourself. You’re about as bright as Alaska in December.”
“I don’t see why you’re getting so upset,” Tom said. “If she didn’t like me coping a feel she wouldn’t let me.”
“She lets you because she doesn’t think you know any better. She thinks you’re an ignorant child who couldn’t possibly want to spackle her crack. She would be horrified if she knew what you think about while you’re making your bald man puke.”
Tom puffed himself up the way he usually did when his intelligence or manhood was challenged. “I’m not ignorant. At least I got to touch them. She’ll never let you touch them.”
Jerzy hated that the boy was right. “Don’t ever do it again,” he said. “If you want to play the bump and grab with women find some strangers on the subway. You need to convince Kate you really care about her, and you can’t do that by lunging at her like a vampire on a virgin. Now, what can you do to show her you care, today?”
“Nothing. She’s doing stuff with her friends.”
“What stuff?”
“They’re planning a car wash for school.”
“Did you offer to help?”
“No. Why should I?”
Jerzy groaned at the boy’s thick-headedness. “She will like you more if her friends like you. Volunteer. Help her friends. Be a mensch.”
“Car washes are boring, I’d rather play chess.”
“You’re trying to be gay, right? You think if you say enough gay things you will become one?”
“I am not gay,” Tom said again.
“Then stop saying things like a car wash with young girls who look like your sister in shorts and wet tops is less interesting than a stupid game.”
Tom pleaded, “But I want to be a great chess player. I want to be a grandmaster, like you.”
“I became a grandmaster by the time I was 21 years old, and let me tell you, Kid, it wasn’t that grand. There’s no money. You spend all your time on the road traveling from one tournament to the next, and all day sitting in a chair until you get piles so bad your guts fall out of your pants. The only people you talk to are chess players, the least interesting people in the world outside of insurance salesmen and toy soldier enthusiasts. And there are no women, certainly not the higher species of women like your sister.”
Jerzy paused while thinking back, then said, “Chess is a foolish expedient for making idle people believe they are doing something very clever when they are only wasting their time. George Bernard Shaw said that. The point is you miss things, important things like what’s going on with your family. Pretty soon you don’t feel like part of a family any more. Then you look back on your life and you ask yourself, ‘What was I thinking? How could I let so much pass me by because I was obsessed with 32 chips of wood sitting on little black and white squares.’
“For me, the joy of chess was that it was always a vicious, merciless fight, and if nothing else there was a primitive satisfaction in crushing my opponent’s mind. But now… now even the best player in the world can be beat by a computer no bigger than a cell phone. So what’s the point? If I had it to do over again, I would have been a porn star.”
Tom looked to Jerzy like some of what he said was sinking in. “Alright.” Tom sounded defeated. “I’ll help with the carwash.”
Lesson 10
“What’s it mean when you have a dream?” Tom asked after few moves into the game.
Jerzy snorted, “Dreams don’t mean anything.”
The boy stared at the board, but Jerzy could tell his mind wasn’t on the game. “Why? What did you dream? Was it a wet one?”
Tom nodded.
“Was it gay?”
“No,” Tom said.
“Then I want to hear. Spill it.”
“It was about, Kate,” Tom said.
“Oh, I definitely want to hear that dream. Tell me everything.”
Tom looked around to see if any of the kibitzers were close enough to hear and said softly, “I was walking down the hall toward Kate’s room. The door was open a little so I looked in and she was lying on the bed with no clothes on.”
“Ooh,” Jerzy said, “tell me what she looked like.”
“I don’t know, she was just… naked.”
“Thanks for the vivid imagery, Kid,” Jerzy said. “You should write a novel. It’ll be on the shelf right next to the Dick and Jane series.”
Tom continued, “She was laying on her stomach, and then she turned over. I could see her breasts, and the other part, the…”
“Clamshell,” Jerzy said, trying to encourage the boy. “Go, ahead, your doing better.”
“She was asleep,” Tom said.
“Did her breasts rise up and down as she breathed? Did they flop to the side or stay on top? Were her nipples stiff?”
“I don’t know,” Tom replied.
Jerzy grimaced at the paucity of details in Tom’s description. “Then what?”
“I put it inside her, then I woke up.”
“I put it inside her?” Jerzy exclaimed. “That’s it? The greatest pleasure a man can have, and with someone as beautiful as Kate, and you describe it as, ‘I put it inside her.’ You’re killing me, Kid.”
“It felt good,” Tom offered weakly.
“Oh, did it? What a surprise,” Jerzy said, oozing with sarcasm. “If you’re lucky, you’ll have that dream every night for the rest of your life and thank God every morning. Only next time remember a few specifics for those of us whose dreams are too boring to remember.”
“Does that mean I’ll actually get to… do it to her.”
“You mean like a prophecy?” Jerzy asked. “That’s not how it works. Dreams like that are nice but in the real world you have to make it happen.”
“How?”
Jerzy chuckled. “A little motivation all of a sudden. It’s about fucking time.” He leaned farther over the board and Tom responded in kind until their noses were less than a foot apart. “So,” Jerzy said, “did you do what I told you?”
“Yes,” Tom answered. “I had to talk her into it, though.”
“How did she react?”
“Just like you said, kinda happy. She even told Mom about it later, and they talked about it some more.”
“Did she coo about how cute your were?”
“Yeah, a little bit,” Tom said with a show of embarrassment.
“Good, good. What about the questions I told you to ask?”
“I asked her if she liked me as a baby” Tom said, “and she said she was jealous at first, especially because Dad paid so much attention to me. But she got over it when he stopped wanting to do things with me, too.”
“Perfect,” Jerzy said, “Didn’t I tell you watching videos of you as a baby would stir up her good feelings toward you?”
Tom showed his agreement with a smile, and said, “She hugged me again and I got to feel her tit in my face. They’re really soft.”
“Yes!” Jerzy said. “Nothing else feels like a big tit, does it? It’s a marvel. Smartest thing God ever did was to give women tits. He could have prevented all of the world’s wars if he had given men tits, too.”
Tom turned serious again. “There is something else,” he said.
“More to describe?” Jerzy said, then he smirked. “Are you sure you haven’t used your quota of adjectives on this dream?”
“It’s not about the dream,” Tom said, “but something I remembered because of the dream.” Jerzy made an expectant face and Tom continued. “When I was about seven Kate and I were at my grandparents place swimming because they had a big old house on the beach. After, we went upstairs to change out of our wet suits.”
“That would have made Kate about eleven or twelve,” Jerzy said trying to imagine the girl without her adult figure. He pictured her smiling, with pudgy, prepubescent nipples and scratches on her knees. The image enthralled him as he envisioned being the kindly neighbor who watched her grow into womanhood.
“She had taken off her suit,” Tom said, “and when I took off mine Kate was staring at me. She looked angry or scared, I couldn’t tell which. I don’t remember it being stiff before and I thought it was funny so I wiggled it around and pointed it at her. She looked more scared then so I went toward her and she screamed for me to stop. I told her to touch it and she said, ‘No,’ and I thought it was funny that my big sister was such a scared-y-cat. I got close enough to touch her legs with it and she tried to push it away with her hand. When she backed into the bed I told her to touch it again. She wouldn’t and threatened to tell Mom if I didn’t leave her alone. But it was like I had power over her because she was afraid, so I said I would sneak into her room at night and touch her with it while she was asleep if she didn’t let me touch her.”
“Really?” Jerzy said. “Who gave you that idea?”
“I don’t know.” Tom said. “I just knew she was afraid and I wanted to keep scaring her.”
“And did you touch her?”
“I wanted to touch her… clamshell, but she said I could only touch her butt because she only touched mine a little. I said okay and she turned around and bent over the bed. In the middle of her crack was her butt hole. I had never seen one before so I touched it with my finger. Right away she said that was enough but I kept rubbing it like. I remember thinking it was the oddest feeling thing I had ever touched.”
“You didn’t happen to lick your finger and stick it in there a ways, did you?”
Tom made a confused face and shook his head.
“I should be so lucky as to hear how that would have played out,” Jerzy said. “How did she react to your non-penetrative fingering of her brown-eye?”
“She kept saying hurry up, but I kept doing it until after a while I stopped because I got bored.
“Right. I suppose you wouldn’t have gotten bored if chess pieces had started flying out of her ass?” Jerzy turned away from him in disgust, then turned back. “And this really happened? You sure you didn’t dream it?”
Tom nodded solemnly.
“Because if you mention it, and it never happened, she will think you’ve lost all of the balls out of your gum-ball machine.”
It really happened, “Tom said. “I just remembered it because I saw her butt in the dream.”
“Okay,” Jerzy said, “here’s what you do.”
Lesson 12
Jerzy dismissed his last student for the day with a reminder to hang onto his dipstick so that it didn’t go missing like his aptitude for chess. He put the pieces in a cloth bag and was rolling up the vinyl board when he heard someone behind him clear her throat. He turned expecting to find another mother convinced her chess prodigy son was destined to be the next Bobby Fisher. His mind seized up when he saw it was Kate. He managed to issue an awkward greeting then they both fell silent. Kate looked gorgeous as always, Jerzy thought, but troubled. Whatever was on her mind had destroyed her usual bright smile.
“Am I bothering you?” she asked. “I know Tom’s lesson isn’t until tomorrow but I was hoping to talk to you.”
“Sure, ah… no problem,” Jerzy said, and he sat down and pointed to the chair across from the small table. As Kate sat down two particularly geeky looking youths approached. The one with the constantly runny nose said, “Mind if we watch the game?” Their open-mouth stares made it clear it wasn’t the game they were interested in watching.
“Beat it,” Jerzy said. The boys left and a few of the other players who had been staring turned away also. Jerzy returned his attention to the girl.
Her face grew more distressed as she twisted in the chair until she said, “I hope you don’t mind, but you’ve been so helpful to Tom, and I could never mention this to Mom– but I was hoping you could tell me if– that is, offer some advice about– Oh, you must think I’m an idiot?”
“No, that is not what I was thinking,” Jerzy said. “Far from it.”
“Well, here goes,” she said. “When Tom and I were younger– I guess I was about ten. He is four years younger, so about six, maybe– anyway, one time we were undressing together after a day at the beach. We did that a lot, up to then at least, and he had– you know– an erection.”
Kate’s face now had the red glow of embarrassment and Jerzy felt his knob stir.
“This is so hard to talk about,” she said in a very quiet voice then paused as though to steel herself for what she was about to say. “I grabbed it. I had never seen one, and I was fascinated by the way it looked, all reddish and stiff like a… I remember thinking it was like a carrot. You know, kind of pointy. I don’t know why a carrot, I had just never seen anything like it. There was a smell to him, too. It was… it was little boy sweat, I guess. I don’t know. So I grabbed his carrot and squeezed, and I liked the way it felt, too. It was… thrilling. I know that sounds ridiculous but that’s what I felt, just thrilled to hold onto his… penis.”
Jerzy shifted uncomfortably in the chair trying to ease the pressure on his now throbbing gristle.
“Poor Tom was terrified, of course,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, “with his big sister playing with his… penis, like it was a toy.”
Kate started to cry and Jerzy wished he had tissues to offer her. Knowing full well he never carried tissues he started checking his pockets anyway, as though checking for tissues might make them appear.
“I think I even led him around the room holding onto him,” Kate said. “He didn’t like it, I could tell, but I was having such fun I kept doing it anyway. The poor little guy– ” She kept trying to wipe away the tears with her fingers until the snot sucking geek Jerzy had shooed away earlier quickly placed a travel package of tissues on the table in front of her and left.
Kate said, “Oh, that’s so sweet,” and she gave the boy a kinder look than Jerzy thought he deserved before taking one of the tissues out of the packet. “I’m sorry to embarrass you like this in front of all your friends.”
Jerzy realized now everyone in the park had noticed the beautiful girl crying and was surreptitiously staring. “They’re not friends,” Jerzy said. “Just a bunch of misfits. Ignore them.”
“Well, there is more to the story– If you’re too disgusted just say so and I’ll stop.”
“No, don’t stop,” Jerzy said. His nimrod felt like a bird with a sharp beak trying to break out of its shell. He tried to restrain it without being too obvious.
“You’ll think I’m terrible when you hear the next part.”
“I can guarantee I won’t,” Jerzy said.
She took a breath and leaned toward him, “I made him touch me, you know, down there.” She paused, as though it would take time for the horror of her crime to sink in. Jerzy now had both hands folded across his pocket pool table to prevent her from noticing his inappropriate response to her tale.
“He refused,” Kate continued, “but I threatened to sneak into his room at night and bite his penis if he didn’t do what I wanted.”
Jerzy’s eyes squeezed shut involuntarily in sympathetic pain, then he opened them and tried to look like it didn’t bother him.
“That might have been the meanest thing I have ever said. I don’t know what possessed me. He was so scared,” Kate said through more tears, “but I sat on the bed and I spread my legs, and I told him he had to touch my stuff, you know, and I meant it.”
Jerzy cleared his throat trying to compose himself, then asked, “And did he?”
“Well,” Kate said, “sort of. I mean, he touched the other hole. Not the one I was expecting.”
Jerzy needed to clarify, “Your back door?”
“What?”
Jerzy tried again, “Your chocolate speedway?”
“Oh,” Kate responded with a knowing smile, “What a funny name for it. Yeah, he touched my chocolate speedway.”
Jerzy asked tentatively, “Was there any… licking… or um, probing?”
“Oh, no,” Kate said. “Just rubbing… with his finger. I made him do it for a long time, it seemed.”
“I see,” Jerzy said, “So you’re sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs spread apart–”
“I was like holding my legs in the air with my knees,” Kate said, “you know, so he could get at me.”
Jerzy’s breath grew shallow and there was a slight rasp to his voice. “You were holding open your exquisite… thighs as an invitation, no a demand, that he do the two finger tango on your triangle, but he went for your little brown eyeball instead.” Jerzy tried to clear his throat, but the rasp persisted, “And what was your reaction to his six year old fingers walking down your dirt road?”
Kate burst into tears. “I liked it. Isn’t that sick?”
Her words flooded Jerzy with open-mouthed desire. His eyes closed and he heard them echo in his head, ‘I liked it… I liked it… I liked it… ’ When he could no longer hear the words, he asked, “Did you ever do it again?”
Kate said no, and that she was proud for not having repeated the trauma inducing behavior on her helpless brother. In fact, she thought because he was so little he had forgotten about it. She had forgotten all about it until Tom mentioned it the other day and the recollection stirred up such uncomfortable feelings for her. She said he looked scared again and she was sure that meant she had damaged him in some permanent way. Her worst fear was that he would turn out gay and blame Kate for making him that way. She ended with a plea for advice from Jerzy about what to do.
Jerzy had immersed himself in the described scene, only he was the one being led around the room by his baby arm, he was the one staring at her divine scar and fingering her bung hole so he was caught off guard by her request. He stalled by asking another question. “Do you think Tom is gay?”
“I don’t think so,” Kate said. “At least he says he isn’t, but I’m not sure.”
“Well… ” Jerzy tried to look professorial as he spoke. “I suppose we have to find out if he is gay, first. If he isn’t, then you won’t have to burden your self with guilt for having made him that way.”
“Oh, I see,” Kate said. “But how do we find out?”
“Naturally, he won’t admit it,” Jerzy said, “so we can’t just ask him. We’ll have to put him to a test.”
Kate looked thoughtful, “What kind of test?”
“If we could think of something that would make straight men all humpy-like, we could try it on Tom and see how he responds.”
“Gosh,” Kate said. “You mean like magazines– or the internet?”
“To be definitive, I think it would require personal observation of him.”
“I know. You could watch videos with him,” Kate said, “and see if he gets an erection with men or women.” She seemed happy to have thought of the idea and smiled.
Reluctant to say anything that would make her hide her perfect, white teeth behind a frown, he said, “That might not be a good idea. Me watching those kind of videos with someone his age, looking for an erection…”
“Oh,” Kate said, “you mean you being so much older and all? Yeah, that is creepy.”
Somewhat wounded by her characterization, Jerzy went on, “But you could do something… something interesting to a man… and observe how your brother responds.”
Kate paused thoughtfully, then, “You mean like a sexy dance?”
“Yes,” Jerzy said, “a dance is a splendid idea.”
Having settled on a strategy Jerzy was brimming with satisfaction as he watched her stroll away. She was actually grateful for his advice and he felt good helping her. He didn’t know what to make of the two kid’s slightly different perception of the same event from long ago, but childhood memories are always fogged by time. Although, Jerzy’s recollections were vivid enough to make his masturbatory time feel like a 3D IMAX feature film.
Lesson 13
As the lesson ended and Jerzy’s pupil left, he stood up from the table and stretched. He was delighted to see Kate approach alone, but saddened to see her face clouded with worry. She seated herself across from Jerzy and looked only to her lap as she fiddled with a bracelet.
“What happened,” Jerzy asked.
“Oh, I think I’m going to cry again,” she said. “I’m sure I have messed him up for good this time.”
Jerzy patted his pockets again then gave up the charade and signaled to the geek boy with the runny nose. He jetted over and placed a fresh packet of tissues in front of Kate. Jerzy let him linger until Kate thanked him because Jerzy wanted to see her smile in gratitude, then he told the boy to shove off.
“I’m sure Tom hasn’t been damaged no matter what happened,” Jerzy said. “Just take your time and tell me everything.”
Kate took a breath, made herself more comfortable in the chair, and began. “After our last talk, I got nervous about whether I could turn him on or not. I mean, I’m his sister, and who gets turned on by his sister? But then I thought, ‘Well, if he can get turned on by his own sister, then for sure he is not gay.’ Right? I was determined to get him going then so I went looking for something to wear. I don’t really have anything sexy, but I found one of my mother’s nightgowns that looked okay. Even it was kind of bulky, though, so I went without undies thinking if he could see a little of me it might help.”
Jerzy cleared his throat and asked, “How much could he see?”
“I didn’t think very much because it was all dark and shadowy when I put it on, but when I got into the light in the family room I realized he could see everything. I might as well have been naked.”
Jerzy kept his hands folded over his steely Dan as the image of her swirling around the room, her curvaceous form revealed by the flowing nightgown, then concealed, then revealed again played in his mind.
“I’ve never been a very good dancer,” Kate said, “but I tried to do what I had seen strippers do in the movies. I guess I was worse than I thought because he just sat there with a stupid look on his face. I wasn’t turning him on, that’s for sure.”
“No kidding,” Jerzy said. “Maybe he’s gay after all.”
“That’s what I thought, too,” Kate said, “so I got all panicky and desperate.”
“What do you mean?”
“He didn’t seem to be responding to my dancing so I sat next to him.”
“And?”
Kate looked sad. “I’m terrible,” she said as a tear formed. “I’m just a terrible person.”
Jerzy wanted to rush to her and hold her in his arms and kiss away her tears, but he reminded himself he was only an aging chess player who had nothing to offer someone as extraordinary as the girl before him.
“I was just going to dance for him to see if he got turned on,” Kate said. “Then it got totally out of hand.”
“How?”
“I grabbed at his pants,” Kate said.
Jerzy’s legs spasmed forcing him to adjust himself in the seat. He felt as if he was trying to conceal a bowling pin in his pants.
Kate looked to Jerzy, perhaps looking to see if he disapproved.
Jerzy said, “Go on.”
“He wasn’t hard, but I wanted to be sure so I unzipped him and pulled it out.” Kate looked around at the chess players hunched over tables and furtively glancing at the two of them, then said, “I had done this, you know, hand jobs, before so I thought I knew what I was doing, but I guess not because he still wasn’t responding.” Kate’s expression was that of a wounded animal.
Jerzy swallowed, then tried to nod encouragingly while pressing down on his pants pusher.
“I did something I had never done before,” Kate said. “All my friends had done it, but I had never wanted to.” She took a breath, pointed to her lips with her finger and said, “I put it into my mouth.” She looked to Jerzy for a response.
He swallowed again. “I’m sure you just wanted to help your brother.”
“I did,” she concurred enthusiastically. “I was only doing it because I thought if he wasn’t sure about the gay thing he would find out one way or the other with someone who cared about him.”
“Very admirable,” Jerzy said.
“But when I got it into my mouth and felt it start to swell up in my throat I thought, holy shit, this is really… exciting. Why had I never done this before? It felt just like the time I held onto his carrot and led him around the room like he was my prisoner. After a while I wasn’t sucking for him any more. I was doing it for me, and I sucked him like I was one of those starving refugees and he was the only thing left on earth to eat.”
Jerzy moaned audibly at the vividness of the image her description had conjured in his head. A young, impoverished, black-skinned girl too hungry to be distracted by the flies crawling on her face, eating his meatloaf while looking gratefully upward at him. He brushed the flies away from her eyes so she could more thoroughly enjoy feeding on him.
“I told myself I was doing him a favor,” Kate said. “You know, sorting out the gay thing, but then I got worried that gay men suck each other’s dicks and maybe he was just pretending I was a guy.”
Jerzy swallowed, too wrapped up in the refugee fantasy to speak. He pictured the vivid colors of his climax; her black face surrounding her pink tongue and his blood red blood sausage’s pulsing white cum covering both, and her scooping it up with her finger and licking it off before the flies could land on it. When he realized Kate had stopped talking, he expelled the distracting fantasy, swatted at the empty air and said, “Sorry, I was distracted by a fly. Please continue.”
“I knew from my friends that he was going to squirt in my mouth if I wasn’t careful, which I always thought was disgusting and told myself I would never do, but it just felt so good having that stiff thing inside me that I didn’t care. Then I… I started to want it. I wanted to taste his cum and swirl it around on my tongue, and just swallow it all, you know?”
Jerzy found himself licking his lips, then quickly withdrew his tongue and closed his mouth.
“It gets worse,” Kate said, her expression suddenly changing from raw desire to embarrassment. “I felt like– by having him inside me like that– I felt powerful and… mean.”
“Mean?” Jerzy asked.
“I made him lie down and I sat on his face,” Kate said. “I figured if he was gay he wouldn’t let me do that. Right?”
“Absolutely,” Jerzy said.
“I had never done that before either,” Kate said, throwing up her hands. “I remember seeing a woman on the net do that to punish a guy. But I didn’t want to punish Tom, I wanted to help him. Right?”
Jerzy nodded vigorously, “Of course you didn’t. I mean did. I mean, you were just trying to help.”
“Yeah,” she murmured, “just trying to help. Only it got more exciting, weirdly exciting, like I was some kind of animal. Rubbing my junk on his face was really getting me going. It must have been his nose that was rubbing right on my clit, it was too stiff to be his tongue, but whatever it was it made me want to swallow him up from both ends.”
Jerzy tried to swallow but his tongue was thick, probably from all the panting he was doing. “Perfectly understandable,” he said.
“You don’t think that makes me slutty?” she asked. “I mean, wanting it so bad is pretty–”
“No, no, not at all,” Jerzy said. “Nothing about you could be slutty.”
“You’re so sweet,” she said engulfing him like a solar flare with one of her brief smiles. “I don’t deserve it.”
“No praise is too high for you,” Jerzy said.
“You’re just saying that.” Her blatant attempt at coyness was charming.
“No, I’m not,” Jerzy said, sitting up to correct the downward slide he had been making in his chair. “Anyone can tell you’re smart because you’re always reading. Idiots don’t read. And you’re forthright. I’ve never met anyone who can speak so candidly about very difficult subjects, and you use terrific metaphors. And even though you’re beautiful you go out of your way to be nice to other people who aren’t even in your league, like the kid with the runny nose, or me. And you care about you’re brother so much you did an extraordinary thing to help him. So you deserve all manner of praise, and more.”
Kate’s initial pink-faced embarrassment had morphed into a look of wonder by the time Jerzy had finished speaking her praise.
“No one has ever said something like that to me before,” she said softly. Jerzy watched a tear form in one of her blue eyes and she took another tissue from the pack. “It’s the kind of thing I always wanted my dad to say.”
“If he was really smart,” Jerzy declared, “he would have said it every day.”
She smiled. “Once would have been enough,” she said. “I suppose that’s why I got so angry with Tom.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was sucking him like a popsicle that I had to finish before it melted away and feeling like I was getting ready to come, and he was… he was kind of complaining that I was hurting his nose, but he was still really hard in my mouth, hard like steel so I couldn’t have been hurting him too much, right?”
“Right,” Jerzy said. “That’s the first thing to go if there is real pain.”
Kate took a breath, “So I told him to man-up, but he kept whining and I was afraid he was going to pull away and the idea that he would leave me hanging infuriated me.”
“Why?” Jerzy asked.
“My dad used to promise to do things with me, or teach me things. He started to teach me chess once, but he quit after a couple of games. He said he would teach me to ski, but I had to hire an instructor. He came to my birthday party but left before I blew out the candles. He hardly ever came to my soccer games but he was always gone by halftime. He was never around for the finish of anything. I guess I was afraid Tom was not only going to be smart like Dad, and look like dad, but he was going to quit on me right in the middle, too. So, I threatened him.”
“How?”
“Well, there we were,” Kate explained, “me sucking his dick up to his little balls and rubbing my bad business on his face while he complained about giving me a nose job. I had never felt so horny and angry before, and I wanted to come real bad. So bad I felt like a… like a strung-out crack whore. I told Tom if he stopped before I came I was going to bite off his dick and use that in place of his nose. A fresh round of her tears were accompanied by, “You said I couldn’t be terrible if I wanted to be, Jerzy, but I can, see! I’m the worst sister in the world.”
Jerzy was prepared to absolve her completely but he was sweating like a malaria patient from the effort required to keep himself from standing and blowing his cum onto her face from across the table. He needed her to finish the story and he asked, “How did it end?”
Kate looked away ashamedly. “Well, how do you think?” She wrung her hands, dabbed at her tears, and said, “It ended with me practically rubbing his face off when I came, and his cum in my throat sliding down like spit on a window. You should have seen the look on his face after. It was all covered with… me, and he looked like he had been wounded for life.”
Her words left Jerzy afraid to move. His pistol was cocked and ready and if he moved, or if she said one more word he was sure it would fire. It was a sublime disappointment when she remained silent. After a reflective moment for the both of them, during which Jerzy could finally uncock his weapon, Kate said, “The worst part is, I still don’t know if he is gay or not.”
Jerzy tried to reassure her that it would all work out and they agreed to not mention this meeting to Tom.
Lesson 14
At the following day’s lesson Jerzy could see something was weighing on the boy, but he was silent as he sat on his hands, releasing one only to make a move. Kate was on her bench reading, but making nervous glances periodically. She seemed to like him, Jerzy thought. Not in the way he would have preferred, of course, but she looked up to him, asked for his advice, and always had a warm smile for him. God, he loved that smile. That smile could make even a relic like him wake up with a hot rod every morning.
Tom threatened a pawn with his knight, another showy move without merit, then said, “I think she wants me to… put my sour cream on her clamshell.”
“Taco,” Jerzy corrected. “Nobody puts sour cream on clams. Why do you say that?”
Tom screwed up his face and said, “She let me see her in a night gown, the kind you can see through.”
Jerzy took a breath to check his excitement and said, “Now think about what you’re going to say, and describe it to me, slowly. Consider your words as carefully as you would your opening moves at a tournament, and tell me everything.”
“Well,” Tom began, “Mom had gone out on a date, and Kate was in her room, and I was watching television. She turned on some music and came into the family room and started dancing, right in front of me.”
“Tell me about the night gown,” Jerzy said, his voice scratchy with stifled desire.
“It was all flowy like when she turned around.” Tom paused, then, “I could see– she didn’t have any panties on or anything.”
“No bra?” Jerzy asked.
Tom shook his head.
“Words, Boy. Use your words.”
“I could see her tits,” he said. “Her nipples even.”
“And? What shape were her tits?” Jerzy asked. “Were her aureolas big and dark? Did her nipples stiffen up as the nightgown brushed across them?”
Tom shook his head, “I’m not sure, but her tits were really big and heavy like.”
“Had you ever seen anything so beautiful in your life?” Jerzy demanded to know. He took a few seconds to enjoy the bone in his pants while he imagined Kate’s unrestrained breasts.
“They were great,” the boy said.
“Did you fall to your knees and beg to suck on them?”
“No,” Tom said, “was I supposed to?”
“Didn’t you want to?”
“I guess so,” Tom said, “I don’t know.”
“Well,” Jerzy said, obviously annoyed, “what did you feel like doing watching your sister act like a nymph of darkness?”
“I wanted to… like in my dream,” Tom said, “put it in her.”
Jerzy slapped his head, “Again with the Dick and Jane narration.”
“I wanted to fuck her brains out,” Tom said quickly, obviously hoping this description was an improvement.
“Too pedestrian. But at least it shows a little feeling. How did you imagine you were going to fuck her brains out?” Jerzy wondered aloud. “Take your clothes off and dance with her until she fell into your arms, or tackle her to the ground and shag her on the shag while she groans her ecstasy in your ear?”
“You can tackle them?” Tom asked.
“Don’t go all literal on me,” Jerzy said. “Some women like you to show how much you want them, but always be respectful. Girls don’t like gorillas. Did you show her how much you wanted her?”
“I told her she was pretty,” Tom said.
“Ugh,” Jerzy groaned. “Girls your age dressed up to go to temple are pretty. Kate dancing in a see-through nightgown is a… a natural wonder that makes all the stars in the night sky envious of her incandescence.”
Tom smiled, “I wish I could say things like that.”
“Me too,” Jerzy said. “Now what about her bottom half? What did you see down there?”
“Everything,” Tom said. “Just like on the internet.”
Jerzy’s easily triggered agitation flashed. “Why would you waste your time looking at pictures on the internet? Every minute you spend there is a minute you could be with your sister. Which would you rather see, some over-used, aging whore with fake tits on a screen or a young goddess like your sister in the flesh?” Jerzy wanted to strangle him. Instead, he moved his queen into a position that would end the game in seven moves. Satisfied with strangling Tom’s attack, if not the boy, he said, “Alright, what did you see?”
“It was shaved.”
“It?” Jerzy said. “There is no image evoked by it. It, is just lazy and unimaginative English.”
“What am I supposed to call it?”
“Her bearded clam,” Jerzy said. “Her carpet in the basement, her divine gash, anything but ‘it’.”
“Her divine clam was as smooth as glass,” Tom said.
“You made one up,” Jerzy said, “Good for you. Now, did she have a big clit?”
“What’s that?” Tom asked.
“Women have a little place, a bump really, just above the vagina, that makes them squeal when you rub it just so. It’s right where the dingus would be if they were a man. Sometimes, if her clit is big, it even looks like a tiny little dingus. Which is so hot it you don’t care how gay it feels to suck it.”
“Really?” Tom said. “A little… dingus?”
“Sometimes,” Jerzy said, then he shook his head. “Probably not. I knew someone once that– Just forget all that.” He coughed and started again. “So she danced and gave you a private showing of her good stuff. I know guys who would drop a fortune to see that show. Then what?”
“She kept looking at me funny,” Tom said. “Like she was afraid of me. Like I was going to do something to her.”
“While you were watching her dance, was your pocket weasel trying to get out of your pants?”
“Huh?” Tom said. “Oh, yeah, pocket weasel, I get it. Yeah, my pocket weasel wanted out of my pants so it could get into hers.”
“And you were hard?”
“Like a gun barrel,” Tom said, seeming proud of his simile.
“Huh,” Jerzy muttered as he compared it to Kate’s description of the same event. “Go on.”
“I told her to touch it,” Tom said.
“It? You mean your baby maker,” Jerzy corrected again, “your rigid member, staff of life, or bald point pen, and what do you mean you told her?”
“I told her she had to suck it. I said if she didn’t suck my dick I would wait until she was asleep and stick it in her ass.”
Jerzy winced. “What did you say that for?”
I wanted her to… suck… it. Girls are supposed to suck your dick.”
“That was a simian move,” Jerzy said. “Haven’t you learned anything from me about women? Haven’t I always told you to be gentle, be polite? That’s what girls like, not, ‘Suck it or I will stick it in your ass when you’re not looking.’”
“Yeah, well she sucked it,” Tom said, disgruntled about the reproach.
Jerzy swallowed hard, even though this was the second time he had heard the story he was again amazed that their activity had progressed so quickly. “All right, what was it like having your pile driver in her rig? Was it hot and slimy? How far in did she take it?”
“All the way,” Tom said.
Jerzy wasn’t sure if that was a measure of Kate’s capacity or Tom’s size. He shook that question away and asked, “What about her expression? How did she look?”
“What do you mean?” Tom asked.
“You can tell how a girl really feels about you by the way she looks when she’s honing your cone. Did she look angelic, bored, or hungry?”
“Ah, I couldn’t see her face.”
“I’m sure it was angelic,” Jerzy said. “Her’s could only be angelic.”
Tom moved his bishop in response to Jerzy’s move.
“And the end,” Jerzy asked, “what happened at the end with your cream of meat?”
“What do you mean?”
“Spits or swallows,” Jerzy said. “Did she spit it out or swallow it down like it was vanilla ice-cream?”
“She must’ve swallowed,” Tom said. “I think I heard her gulping, and I didn’t see it anywhere.”
“Ooh, swallowing is the best,” Jerzy said picturing Kate’s angelic face gulping his love liquor and then him kissing her spunk-flavored lips. The image made him warm all over. Eventually, he asked, “So how did you bring on her Le petit morte?”
“Huh?”
“Le petit morte? It’s French. It means her little death.”
“I didn’t kill her,” Tom said defensively.
Don’t they teach languages in school anymore?” Jerzy said. “We’re raising a generation of illiterates who don’t know their ass from an adjective.” He waved away his frustration. “The little death is a metaphor for orgasm.”
“Oh? What’s an orgasm?” Tom asked.
“It’s that extra good feeling that comes at the end of your fiction friction, just before you splatter your baby juice all over the ceiling. Girls can have them, too, only lots of times in a row if you lick their clit right.”
“Is that her miniature dingus?”
“Right,” Jerzy said. “But you don’t have to lick. Maybe you used something besides your tongue. It doesn’t have to be your tongue. What did you use?”
“I’m not sure,” Tom said, “She kind of sat on me.”
“So you gave her a face job,” Jerzy said. “Girls love a little yodeling in the gully… and real men do, too.”
Tom’s face turned sullen. “Just because I didn’t think it was so great doesn’t mean I’m gay.”
“Alright, alright,” Jerzy said, “Don’t get all jerky like you want to fight. Nothing wrong with being gay, or not gay, whatever you are is okay. So…what didn’t you like about it?”
“It went on a long time, and it hurt my nose, and it smelled funny.”
“You’re not the first guy to say that,” Jerzy said, “Next time try using your tongue.” Jerzy placed two fingers on his lips and flicked his tongue between them a few times. “Just pretend you’re a hummingbird lapping up the nectar from a delicate flower.”
“Do I have to?” Tom asked. “It didn’t taste all that great, either.”
Now listen,” Jerzy straightened in his chair, “leaving a girl hanging is the greatest relationship sin you can commit. The world is a shit place, Kid, and then you die. If you don’t make her sing like a Sunday choir by jiggling her lady parts then you’re no better than a bedbug living on the dead skin cells sloughed off by the rest of us. So when someone like Kate gives you a hummer you’d better fucking do something for her.”
“She didn’t have to be so mean,” the boy said. “She didn’t have to threaten me.”
“What did she say?”
“She said if I didn’t keep going she was going to bite my salami off.”
“Oh, well, I’m sure she didn’t mean it literally,” Jerzy said. “Bite is just a euphemism for…”
“For what?”
“I don’t know,” Jerzy said. “but I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”
“Yes, she did,” Tom said. He was staring at the board but Jerzy could tell he was not thinking about the game. There was silence between them for the next few moves until Jerzy asked, evincing a casual air, “What did she sound like when you rang her bell with your nose? Did she swear like a sailor in a whore house, or moan plaintively like a wounded moose?”
“She sounded like one of those lady tennis players serving aces.”
“A grunter, huh?” Jerzy imagined himself behind and inside Kate’s shapely white ass bent over the chess table, her hair dancing in the filtered sunlight of the park as it moved forward and back to his rhythmic slamming, and Kate grunting out her satisfaction for all the geek boys watching to hear, ‘Hunh, hunh, hunh.’
Then Jerzy asked, “And how did it feel when you came in her mouth?”
“Great,” Tom said, his eyes staying focused on the board.
Jerzy gave him a long look trying to pick up on the feeling behind his lackluster tone. “What gives? You sound about as enthusiastic as a straight man in a dyke bar.”
“No,” Tom said, “it was great.”
“Remember,” Jerzy said. “Nature abhors a vacuum, and a man hole like Kate’s will suck in more matter than a black hole in the middle of a galaxy, so if you’re not getting sucked in there someone else will.”
Lesson 16
Jerzy stood up the instant he saw her, knocking over the tallest pieces as he bumped the table. He told his student the lesson was over and to take off. Kate reached them just as he promised the student two makeup lessons free if he left immediately.
“Am I interrupting you?” she asked. “I can come back another time.”
The boy gawked at her until Jerzy motioned him away. “We’re through,” Jerzy said, making another motion toward the boy’s chair. “Please, sit down.”
“Do you think we could go somewhere else?” she asked. “I always feel like we’re being watched here.”
Jerzy directed her onto a path leading to Washington’s Arch. He glanced back once to see envious stares from the gaggle of chess players, then he smirked in satisfaction. They found a bench shaded by a cluster of poplars and sat close together, as close as friends, but not as close as intimates. The closeness was making Jerzy giddy, and he wanted to faint when he caught a whiff of lavender. His pleasure beamed so brightly he was sure he lightened the shadow cast by the afternoon sun on the monument’s entrance.
Kate looked around at the throng in the park enjoying the warm weather, smiled, stretched her bare, perfectly shaped legs out, then tucked them under the bench and smiled again.
Jerzy was enthralled by her seeming shyness.
“I suppose you’re wondering why I wanted to see you,” Kate said.
Jerzy didn’t care why, any reason to be next to her would be okay. He grinned stupidly.
“I just feel so comfortable talking to you,” Kate said. “I’ve never felt like there was anybody who wanted to listen to me before. Oh, I’ve had men try to get in my pants, believe me, but I know they thought I was stupid, but you’re different. I can tell you really care about people, like Tom and… well, me.”
Jerzy’s grin vanished behind an intense sense of guilt at how different he knew himself to be from her perception of him. He tried to disguise the resulting expression with, “Yes, well, I do care about you… and Tom.”
“He sure likes you,” Kate said. The shyness re-emerged, “Of course, I do too.”
Jerzy felt he could leap into the air higher than a Chinese acrobat, but he just nodded.
“Mom says he needs a father figure,” she said. “So he’s lucky to have someone like you.”
Jerzy slumped again as he realized he quite probably never had a fatherly feeling in his life. Certainly his feelings toward Kate lacked the wholesome quality of fatherly.
Kate said, “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you the good news. I’m pretty sure Tom’s not gay.”
“Oh,” Jerzy said, “that’s good, right? How do you know?”
Kate nodded, still appearing coy. “After the whole dance thing with Tom, I told myself to be cool and not do anything else like that because I didn’t want to damage him any more. Abused kids always say it damages them for life. A friend of mine said her uncle got her off with his finger once and she said she’ll never be the same.”
“It’s not always like that,” Jerzy countered forcefully. “Sometimes there is real caring, and love. Sometimes, when the parents don’t… know how to be parents, it’s the only good thing in your life.”
“Really?” Kate said, her expression curious. “I hope so. I really do care about Tom. He’s grown up so much this summer, and he’s learned a lot from you, I think. He is such a little gentleman now. The other day he said I was so pretty I was incandescent. I looked it up. It was a very nice thing to say.”
“A word that almost does your beauty justice,” Jerzy said.
“Wow.” The girl threw him an admiring look, then said, “Your wife must love you.”
“Uh…” Jerzy didn’t like this conversational direction. “I don’t have a wife.”
“Oh, divorced?” she asked.
“Never married,” he said. Her puzzled look stole her smile and compelled him to go on even though he knew nothing good could come from her knowing more about him. “There was someone once, a long time ago,” he said with a wave of his hand, “but she was– it didn’t work out.”
“My boyfriends always disappoint me, too. It’s that whole thing about men quitting on me. Once that happens, we’re through, and I find another boyfriend. Why didn’t you find someone else?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I was so preoccupied with chess– No, the truth of it is I couldn’t look for someone else. I never stopped loving her enough to do that.”
“I didn’t think men could be that loyal,” Kate said, looking surprised. “You’re like one of those birds that mate for life, and if their mate doesn’t return to the nest they just die.”
The pain in his heart made it hard for Jerzy to look at Kate.
“What was she like?” Kate asked.
“No, No, I don’t think I can talk about her,” Jerzy said, still turned away.
Kate reached across the friendly distance between them, grasped his hand and moved closer until it became an intimate distance. Jerzy felt something well up inside him, like nausea, only more painful. Her hand felt electric, as though he had just touched an eel. It was putting his joy stick in play mode so he pulled his hand from her grasping fingers. He spoke to change the subject and halt the pain. “You were going to tell me how you know Tom is not gay.”
Kate took a breath, chortled and said, “He raped me.”
Jerzy’s head whipped around to focus on her. “What?”
“Well,” she began, “sort of raped me. Not at the end, but yeah, with the rope and all he pretty much raped me.”
“I’ll kill the little bastard.”
“Why?” she said. “I kind of thought it was your idea.”
“My idea! I would never suggest something like that. I would never do anything to hurt you, not in a million years. Nobody should be allowed to even hurt your feelings, much less… that.”
“That’s so sweet,” Kate said, laying a hand on his thigh.
Jerzy’s love muscle had relaxed slightly with his anger, but her hand was causing it to flex again. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Does… anything hurt?”
“No,” she said, “I’m fine,” then she smiled.
Every one of her smiles was a treasure Jerzy held close to his heart. Considering their value, the girl dispensed them far to easily.
“It’s so nice that you care,” she said.
“You should have him arrested.”
“I could never do that,” Kate said admonishingly, “He’s my brother.”
Jerzy’s head sank to his hands. ‘I’ve created a monster,’ he thought. ‘I’m worse than Frankenstein.’
“Besides,” Kate said brightly. “I really enjoyed it.”
Jerzy was stunned and his jaw slackened until his lips opened.
“Would you like to hear the whole story?” Kate asked. “Tom says you like to listen to what we do.”
Jerzy blinked slowly. He couldn’t believe the siblings were talking to each other about him. They must think him an old fool. They would be right. He desperately wanted to hear, though, as listening was the only pleasure he allowed himself that involved other people. He said, “Yes, please. I would like to hear… everything.”
“After the dance I felt really bad for how mean I was and I wanted to do something nice for Tom, but he kept saying he didn’t want anything, and it felt like he was avoiding me.
“Then, one night he woke me up in bed. Mom was on a date, and I had fallen asleep, and I felt something touching me. When I opened my eyes I saw Tom standing there in his Star Wars pajamas, and he had his hand on my breast, not squeezing but… caressing. That’s a good word, isn’t it, caressing?”
Jerzy nodded hoping his longing didn’t show.
“Before I was awake enough to respond he said he had decided what I could do so that he could forgive me. He said he wanted to take a ride through my tunnel of love.” Kate smiled broadly. “Of course I laughed out loud thinking that was a pretty funny thing to say, but he was absolutely serious, not smiling at all. ‘What does that mean, exactly, Tom?’ I asked, and he said, ‘I think you’re a goddess, and I want to feel like a God fucking you.’
“I was so touched by the way he said it– he was very earnest, and yet very sad. I tried to explain that I was still a virgin, that even though I had lots of boyfriends I had done more with him than I had done with any of them, and that I was waiting for my first to be somebody that I really loved, and who really loved me, and that I hoped he understood. He got the strangest expression, like his dog had just died, and he said, ‘I love you. I love you more than anybody.’”
Jerzy had been imagining himself in the boy’s place, watching Kate sleep the sleep of the beautiful while one hand caressed her youthful breast and the other slowly stroked his ancient truncheon, but the boy’s confession of love struck such a painful chord in Jerzy the fantasy faded.
Kate withdrew her hand and said, “Hearing that just about broke my heart.” She looked like she might cry and that sent Jerzy into a panic looking for tissues which, of course, he didn’t have. He stopped slapping at his pockets when she resumed talking.
“I had to hug him for that,” Kate said, “but it kind of made it worse because when I stood to put my arms around his neck he buried his face in my tits and wouldn’t let go. I knew he was copping a feel again,” Kate showed her resignation with a shrug, “and I let him. Even when he put his hand on them again and started squeezing I figured it was okay because I had been so mean to him before and this was helping make up for that.
“Of course that just gave him a woody which I could feel right through his pajamas because I was only wearing a sleeveless top and panties. I had promised myself I wouldn’t take advantage of him again but all of a sudden my hand was in his pants pulling on his… one-eyed trouser snake. Did I get that name right?”
Jerzy nodded.
Kate smiled before continuing. “I asked Tom if me jerking him off was okay, but he didn’t say anything, he just kept nuzzling my tits. So I figured, ‘what the hay,’ I had already given him one blow job, why not another? I slid down to the floor pulling his pajamas and underwear down with me and sucked him right into my mouth. His cock is a pretty good size for a twelve-year-old. I’ve seen smaller, but he has the smallest balls. I remember wondering how those tiny balls had produced so much white glue before and I was looking forward to another one of his sticky loads.
“I started working him faster and I thought he was about ready to lube me with his man oil when he grabbed my hair and pulled up, forcing me to stand. Then he pushed me back on the bed and crawled on top of me. He was mangling my tits like a little animal and pulling at my top trying to get it off. I could feel his cock pushing at me at the same time and I remember thinking it’s a good thing I was wearing underwear or he would have broken through my heaven’s gate right then. That made me mad and I pushed and yelled at him to get the fuck off of me. He got up, grabbed his pajama bottoms and stomped out of the room.”
Jerzy hated himself for getting turned on by listening to her tell of being raped by her brother, but his flagpole could have flown a dozen flags.
“Am I telling it the way you like?” Kate asked after the briefest glance at his crotch. “Tom says you like him to use interesting words to describe sex. He said you called them metaphors, or was that euphemisms?”
“Both,” Jerzy said after swallowing hard when he realized her word choices were for his benefit. “But go ahead, you are telling it very well.”
Kate touched Jerzy’s hand again and said, “I practiced telling it to Tom. I’m glad you’re pleased.”
Jerzy looked around at the people strolling through the circle in front of the arch or walking their dogs and felt very conspicuous. He detected disapproving looks on nearly every one who passed, and he knew why. The two of them seeming so close was as unnatural as a New York thank you.
“I was so not sleepy after his attack because I kept wondering what it would have been like if he had just pulled my panties aside and shoved his carrot in me. I was trying to convince myself thinking like that didn’t make me a slut, but when I slipped my finger into my cunny and felt how wet it was I knew I was a slut no matter what I told myself.”
“You’re not a slut,” Jerzy said. “You’re too… too perfect to be a slut.”
This seemed to please her, and she said, “I love the things you say to me.” She wrapped both of her hands around his and pulled it to her lap, saying, “I think you’re going to like this next part.”
Jerzy shuddered at the possibility of getting even more aroused by her description of her rape. He gripped her fingers to keep from shaking.
“I got up and went to the kitchen and ate a couple of the cookies Tom had made for me. Actually, more than a couple. I really pigged out thinking about having his little sausage in my mouth, then I went back to bed and fell asleep.
“I was having some kind of dream where I was sitting on the floor and someone kept pulling on my legs when I tried to stand up. I awoke and sat up in bed and there was Tom tying one of his jump ropes to my ankle. Before I knew it he had tied them both to the corners of my bed so that my legs were spread out. I didn’t really get what he was up to and he wouldn’t respond to my telling him he couldn’t tie me up like that. When he took off his pajamas I could see he was as hard as a nail and I was horrified. I kept asking him what he was doing, but that was so dumb because by then I knew exactly what he was going to do.
“He crawled up from the foot of the bed between my legs and pushed me back on the pillow. Then he got up on his knees and stared at me with his pecker hanging over me like the Sword of Damocles. Did I use that phrase right? I read about the Sword of Damocles in a book. Can a rapist’s pecker be a Sword of Damocles?”
“Not exactly, but it’s a terrific visual,” Jerzy said.
“‘Please don’t do this,’ I said, but he put his finger to his lips to shush me, and I stopped talking. I didn’t know what to do. A million things flashed through my mind; like how it was my fault because I lead him around like a pony by his dick when he was little, and how I encouraged him by letting him push his face in my tits when I hugged him, and how I grabbed his penis and sucked him off without even asking first, and how mean I was when I sat on his face, and what a slut I was for enjoying molesting him so much, and now he was going to rape me, and I would get pregnant, and he would get in trouble, and his life would be ruined and we would have to live apart, and I would lose him forever just like I lost Dad.”
Kate looked away, sighed, and said, “That was when I realized how much I love him. I mean, not like ‘I want to marry him’ love him, but like ‘I want to let him fuck me to his heart’s content’ love him so that no matter how many people he loses in his life he would always know there is someone who loves him without limits.
“I stopped trying to hang onto my top and let him pull it off,” Kate said. “When he realized I wasn’t resisting any more he smiled the sweetest little boy smile and fell onto my tits. He sucked for the longest time, both of them, and I held him close to me and listened to the noise he made. That was getting me really turned on, all that sucking and being tied in that ‘unable to resist if I wanted to’ position, and his little fucker poking my panties. I liked the ‘little boy sweat’ smell of him, too, just like the first time I grabbed his dick all those years ago.
“Eventually, he said, ‘I’m going to give you a beef injection now,’ and I laughed and laughed until I felt him pull my panties aside and he shoved his stiff lizard into a place I had never felt anything in before. It was incredible.” Kate blushed, stretched her legs out, and tucked them in again. “He was a little unsure at first like he was afraid he was going to hurt me, or maybe he was nervous like me, but once he got going it was great. I could feel the rope twisting around my ankles, and his rail thin body slapping mine, and he was still sucking my tits and I was really getting ready to come. Then I felt something happen down there. I didn’t know what it was at first but I soon realized he had splooged inside me. I was so happy that he gave me his baby gravy that I hugged him as hard as I could until he stopped moving. You should have seen the look on his face. ‘Do you feel like a God?’ I asked him. He just smiled. I’m sure I looked just as happy.
“After a minute or so Tom asked, ‘Did you orgasm?’ I shook my head, saying, ‘That’s okay,’ because all I wanted to do at that minute was look at him and hold him.
“But he says, ‘The greatest sin a guy can make is to not return a feel good.’ That was the last thing I expected him to say, I mean, where did he learn that? Then he slid right down there and licked me like a thirsty dog, only better.” Kate’s face flashed embarrassment for a second, then she said, “Please don’t ask how I know what that feels like.”
After a few seconds of silence Kate looked up at Jerzy, his jaw had slackened open again, and she said, “He made me come, of course, and… well… that’s it.”
Jerzy was drained of emotion and energy. Only his red wonder worm showed any signs of life. Finally, he managed to cobble together a few words, “That was… remarkable. You are remarkable. Garrison Keillor couldn’t have told it better.”
“Whose Garrison Keillor?” she asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” Jerzy said, waving the question away. “If I was your father I would be very proud. Proud not only of the way you told the story, but of the compassion you showed your brother.”
“I like telling dirty stories,” Kate said. “Do you think I could do that for a living, if I go to college?”
“Certainly,” Jerzy said.
“Thanks,” Kate replied as she bent her head toward him in her charming, shy way. “I never thought I could be, well… anything. I do love the things you say to me, Jerzy.”
Jerzy could feel his internal organs melting and decided he had better leave before his insides leaked out as tears. He made an excuse about another chess lesson, stood, and said good-bye. As he walked away he glanced back to see her still sitting on the bench watching him go, her hands on her knees, and her ever-glowing smile bright.
The Last Lesson
“Excellent move,” Jerzy said to the boy. “That will stalemate, which is always better than a loss. It’s one of your better games. You’ve come a long way this summer.”
Tom smiled, “Thanks. I almost won a tournament at school, too. I would have except that I left before the last game.”
“How come?” Jerzy asked.”
Tom smiled, “Kate texted me and said to come home because Mom was gone and she wanted to fuck me.”
Jerzy could feel his lungs fill with pride for Tom having chosen his sister over a stupid game. He continued to look for her over the boys’s shoulder even though he knew she wasn’t there. “So… how is Kate? I haven’t seen her in a while.”
“Best fuck ever,” Tom said. “Want to hear the latest?”
“Of course,” Jerzy said, “but don’t make it too hot. My heart can’t take it.”
Tom laughed at the exaggeration, then he started. “Mom’s hardly around anymore, new boyfriend, so lately we’ve been doing it every day.”
“No shit? Every day?”
“Yeah,” Tom said. “Every fucking day.”
“She wants to, right?” Jerzy said. “You’re not behaving like a gorilla, are you?”
Tom said, “If I don’t go into her room in the morning she gets in my bed that night.”
“And you make sure she gets off, right?”
“She comes hella often, especially when I’m lapping it up in her cunt pool.”
“And protection? You wear protection?”
Tom nodded, “and she’s on the pill.”
“Well,” Jerzy said with a sigh of satisfaction, “you are sitting pretty, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” he said flashing a smile, “I guess so.”
Jerzy thought his smile was getting more like his sister’s. The girls are going to love him. “So, what’s the latest?”
“I told her I wanted to dip it in her fudge pot,” Tom said.
“Where’d you get that idea?” Jerzy asked.
Tom looked guilty as he said, “The internet.”
Jerzy just shook his head, “Better you should spend your time attending to what Kate likes.”
“I do, I do,” Tom said. Jerzy waived him on and Tom continued. “Kate answers, ‘No way, I need to save something for my husband.’ So the other night I waited until she fell asleep and I slipped into her room and tied my jump rope to the foot of the bed. I had to wait the longest time for her to turn over on her stomach, but when she did I tied her feet to each corner. I had to work fast because she woke up right away yelling for me to stop.” Tom started laughing which made Jerzy uncomfortable about what he was going to hear.
“Then I took off my jammers and climbed on. I was going to pull down her panties but I couldn’t with her legs tied so far apart, so I had to get some scissors and cut them off first. She really started yelling then, saying ‘You’d better not do what I think you’re going to do, God damn it!’ I had brought some butter and I rubbed a bunch on my drill bit and all over her butt. She was getting so mad though, that I had to promise I wouldn’t bum fuck her.
“So I stuffed a pillow under her hips and went for a pearl dive so she would chill. That shut her up right away, at least the complaining part. The happy ‘I like the way you do me’ part was still making a lot of noise.” Tom laughed again, “She is such a slut.”
“Don’t say that,” Jerzy snapped. “You’re sister is an extraordinary young woman and if you ever call her that again I will make sure you get raped in your little gay ass.”
“I’m not gay!” Tom said, his anger twisting his face. He took a breath, then said, “Besides, it’s just a name.”
“So is gay,” Jerzy replied, “but you don’t like it, do you?”
Tom tried to hold onto his anger but it seemed to slip away. “Fine,” Tom said, “she’s not a slut.”
Jerzy felt his anger dissipate, as well. “Damn straight.” He had grown to like the boy in spite of himself.
Tom took a few seconds to resume. “She really likes it when I give her a tongue lashing, so I worked hard until I banged her gong again. Then I started cleaning up the outhouse with my tongue and even though she said ‘Don’t do that, it feels weird,’ I could tell she liked it, so I kept at it. I tweaked her lady dingus at the same time and stuck my tongue into her wrinkled hole. She said, ‘Tom, you promised,’ and I said, ‘I’ll bet my baby maker would feel really good in there,’ and stuck my tongue inside again. ‘My cock would go in a lot farther than my tongue and feel so much better because it’s as hard as granite for you.’
“She kept saying no, but I know what she likes so I rubbed her clit some more, stuck my tongue into her fudge pocket as far as it would go and kept telling her how good it would feel if she let me break down her back door. Then I pulled up and stuck my bayonet in her crack, and was rubbing it up and down, and she was loving it, and I whispered, ‘Let me in, let me in.’
‘No,’ she said, ‘You promised.’
“She was liking my sliding action in her crack because her hips were pushing back against it, and I said, ‘I love you so much Kate, let me be the first one in your ass.’
‘No,’ she said.
‘Please let me be the first. It’ll feel good, I promise.’
‘No,’ she said, but she was still pushing back at me. All that rubbing of her hole must have made her relax or something because my tip got just barely stuck in her back alley and we both froze.
‘Tom, no,’ she said. ‘It’s going to hurt’
‘Does it hurt now,’ I asked.
‘No, but you promised,’ she says. I pushed a little. It didn’t go in any farther but she didn’t try to pull away. I pushed some more but it was really really tight and I couldn’t get it in. ‘Let me in,’ I said, and she says, ‘No.’
‘Oh, alright,’ I said, ‘Get up on your knees so I can do you doggy style.’
She got up and says, ‘Fine, but don’t stick it in my ass.’”
Tom was grinning devilishly as he said, “I grabbed her hips and put my red arrow right on her brown bull’s eye and held it there telling her, ‘Don’t worry, Kate, this is just to tickle it so I can make you come again.’ I got my fingers pretty deep in her snatch and started sliding them in and out and using my thumb to press her doorbell. She started pushing back on my hand in her juice box which made her back onto my dongle at the same time. She starts swearing about how good my fingers feel and my cock is nudging into her dark passage a tiny bit more each time. Pretty soon it is in just far enough that she is squeezing the cap with her wrinkled noose, which feels so good I can hardly keep from slamming it home. She stops all of a sudden and says, ‘Is that your cock in my ass?”
‘Just a little,’ I said. ‘Does it hurt?’
‘Yes… no… sort of.’ She held still for a few seconds and I could hear her taking deep breaths. ‘I told you I was saving that for marriage.’
‘I love you more than anyone else ever will.’ I said.
‘You’re just saying that to get in my ass.’
‘I love you and I want to give you a semen enema. Besides, I’m already in, so you’re not an ass virgin anymore anyway.’
“‘How did I let this happen?’ she says. I nudged my reamer in some more and she says, ‘If it hurts I’m going to bite your prick right off. You got that?”
‘I promise,’ I said and I buttered myself up real good. ‘It won’t hurt a bit.’
“I kept flicking and pushing and she started moaning like she was being sawed in half until I was all the way in. I mean if I was any farther in her tunnel I would have pushed her tongue out the other end. I reached around to flick her bean some more and pushed my bum tickler in and out, just short strokes, and she started grunting like a boxer taking blows to the stomach. Then she had a really loud one that sounded like Tarzan’s yell in that old movie you told us to watch together.” Tom paused as though to recall his sister’s screaming orgasm, laughed, then continued. “She dropped to the bed so out of it I was afraid I had killed her. I had to follow her right down and stick my ear in her face to make sure she was still breathing. Then I started laying some serious pipe in her ass.” Tom grinned his triumphant satisfaction. “I did that for a long time. It was so great.”
“And her?” Jerzy said. “She liked it?”
Tom, still grinning, “‘Best fuck ever,’ she said.”
Jerzy adjusted his pocket rocket as he contemplated fishing for brown trout in Kate’s river. “You’re the man, Tom,” Jerzy said. “When we started at the beginning of Summer I didn’t think you could be anything other than a wannabe rapist but you made her love you, and that is no small feat with a girl like your sister. You are the man.”
Tom smiled in embarrassment at the praise. “I think I’m going to tear into one of her friends, too. I met her at the carwash. Kate says she’s hot for me. I just have to figure out how to get her alone.”
Jerzy looked askance at him. “You could do that? I mean, with someone else. It wouldn’t bother you to…”
“Put my tool in her girlfriend’s shed?” The boy shrugged, “Nope. Why should it?”
“Sometimes, when you really love someone– You do really love Kate, right? You weren’t just saying that?”
Tom sounded defensive. “Oh, yeah, I love her. I would do anything for her. Honest.”
Jerzy tried to detect if Tom was sincere. Did he love her? Would he do anything for her? Unsure, Jerzy stared silently.
Tom’s look turned to puzzlement as well. “Kate asked me something funny, too,” he said. “She asked if I would mind if she fucked you?”
“Me?” Jerzy said. “You’re shitting me?”
“I’m not. She thinks she’s not smart enough for you and that’s why you never asked her, even after she dropped lots of hints. That’s why she doesn’t bring me here any more, but she wants to fuck you. I don’t mind.”
Jerzy could feel his eyes glisten and he turned away. “That’s very… kind, both of you. I can’t tell you how much that means to me. You tell Kate she is smart enough for three of me.”
“When you do the nasty with her,” Tom asked, “will you tell me about it? You know, like Kate and I tell you.”
Jerzy sat back and stared at Kate’s empty bench. The image of her flicking her hair away from her face while she read was still vivid. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“But you know all the good words to use, and we do it for you.”
“No,” Jerzy said. “I mean I can’t… do that… I can’t fuck your sister.”
“Are you gay?”
“No, I’m not gay,” Jerzy said.
“Then I don’t understand,” Tom said. “Everybody wants to fuck my sister.”
“When you really love one person,” Jerzy said, “and her’s is the first well you’ve dipped your bucket in, you can’t just dip it in someone else’s. At least I can’t.” Tom was still looking confused. “You see, Tom, when you love someone…you say things, you make promises, and you have to mean what you say. You have to keep to your word or your love is just… a lie. You can’t let the only meaningful thing you have to give in this universe be a lie.”
Tom considered this briefly, then asked, “Who do you love?”
Jerzy sighed and wiped at his eyes. The geek boy with the runny nose got up and laid an open package of tissues in front of him. All of the players had become enamored of the three of them and he knew they attended to every word they could hear. Jerzy gave the boy a nod for his kindness, but left the tissues untouched, preferring to wipe the few tears with his hand. “Her name is Magda. When we started, a long time ago now, she was older, and beautiful like your sister, and I fell in love with her. She used to love me, too.”
“Was she your best fuck ever?”
“Sure. Although,” Jerzy shrugged, “she is the only person I have ever fucked.”
The boy was wondrous. “Why?”
“I loved her more than life but I was always gone playing chess, and when I was home I acted like a gorilla. By the time I woke up to what I was doing, it was too late. I told her I would always love her, that I could never love anyone else, and I promised her I never would. She didn’t believe me.” Jerzy sighed quietly. “I have kept my promise, though, and I always will.”
“I don’t think I could keep that promise,” Tom said. “Fucking is too… great to give up.”
Jerzy sighed, “If you don’t act like a gorilla, if you make sure she knows how much you love her, you won’t have to.”
“What happened to Magda?” Tom asked.
“Oh, she’s married, has three kids, boys, all grown now,” Jerzy said. “I think she’s happy.”
Tom asked, “But you would have married her?”
Jerzy pursed his lips thinking, ‘Sometimes that boy is so dense light bends around him.’ The frail looking man shook his head slowly.
The boy asked, “Why not?”
“Because, you dumb shit, you can’t marry your sister.”
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