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Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2005 20:15:29 +0000
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SAFE SEX
I have to tell this story, even though I know I should keep my mouth shut. I
guess it's one of those therapeutic things, if I tell it - maybe I can put it
behind me once and for all.
**
It all started during the summer of 1988 when our parents went away for a long
weekend to Reno Nevada. Barry was 15 then and they thought he was old enough to
take care of our younger sister and me. I was 13 then and Jamey was 8.
Our folks were great, always watching over us, making sure that we knew how
things were supposed to be, in short, they were very conscientious parents. But
that weekend they differently had a lapse in judge- ment. (Of course I say that
with the advantage of looking back through hindsight.)
At any rate our folks left for the 4-hour drive to Reno leaving Barry in charge.
Within an hour of their leaving he and I had already hit the liquor cabinet and
were making ourselves screwdrivers. When I say liquor cabinet, I don't really
mean it was a cabinet. Our folks had several bottles of booze tucked away in the
kitchen for those rare occasions when old college friends would stop by on their
way to some business trip, or cross-country vacation.
Barry and I were sitting around the family room talking about stupid stuff when
Jamey came is and started saying that she would tell on us for drinking alcohol.
Barry wasn't going to put up with that for an instant and grabbed her by the
hair saying, "You little twerp, if you rat on us I'll smash your doll house and
than I'll tell everyone in your class that you still play with them."
That shut her up, and we went back to our conver- sation, and another round of
screwdrivers.
About five o'clock that evening we were getting pretty pissed. I couldn't
believe it when Barry said, "I wish Stephanie would put out for me, I'm so horny
I'd fuck a cow right about now!" (Stephanie was Barry's girlfriend, and to hear
him talk, I thought they had been doing it all along. I guess it's true what
they say about alcohol loosening lips.)
That started us on the topic of girls and sex. Back then I had just turned 13
several months before. And I was just as horny as Barry, maybe more because I
didn't have a girlfriend. Back then girls scared me to death, I always thought
that they were something from outer space. I mean they didn't think like boys,
and I could never figure out what to say or how to act around them.
Then Barry really shocked me. He suggested that we call an escort service. I
knew what he was getting at, but couldn't believe that he was serious. But he
kept bringing it up over and over again. Finally I started to warm to the idea,
after all I could really us a good fuck. (Since I'd never had one before.)
We kept talking about it, and I kept getting more and more excited about the
prospect. Finally after we worked our courage up, Barry actually did call. To my
huge disappointment they immediately blew him off. I guess they could tell by
his voice that he was a minor or something.
After all that talk, I was really dejected. There I was sitting there in the
family room, in my mom's recliner with this painful hard-on and no place to put
it. Barry didn't look too happy himself.
He started to bitch about how Stephanie wouldn't let him do it with her because
she didn't want to get pregnant, and finally I said, "At least you can get some
stuff from her, so quit the bitching will yeah!" I was mad because I was so
frustrated.
Barry said, "I wish females could control when they wanted to get pregnant, then
things would be some much easier us guys.
That's when Jamey came back into the house. It was around 8 o'clock by then and
that was her curfew, and since she always minded our parents it never occurred
to her to disobey them when they weren't there. We watched out little sister
come through from the kitchen to stand in the passage way between the two rooms.
"Hey, isn't it dinner time yet?" she asked, "Mom said you were supposed to do
the cooking Jacky, what's for dinner?"
I looked at my little sister and without the least sense of a guilty conscious I
said, "Her Jamey have a screwdriver before we eat."
She wasn't all that sure that she should drink alcohol, but Barry teased her
into it. We were taking our frustration out on our little sister for no other
reason that to get her drunk. It quickly turned into a game for us. Barry made
her drink very weak at first and then added more alcohol to the second one.
By the time I had boiled the hotdogs and broken open the family size bag of
potato chips Jamey was swigging her drink like a sailor. We had completely
forgotten about our earlier frustration, we were having so much fun getting our
little sister drunk.
About 9 o'clock that evening after dinner was eaten and we were at the alcohol
again laying around the family room floor, Barry did a really strange thing. At
least I thought it was strange at first. The 3 of us were playing a board game
called Risk, and suddenly right in the middle of a move, Barry rolled over on
top of Jamey and held her down on her back by the wrists.
She struggled for a moment then lay under him panting a little from the effort
she'd just expended. While Barry was straddling her, and holding her down, he
looked over at me and said, "You know what we were talking about earlier?"
"What?" I asked, a little confused.
"You know, the escort service."
"Yeah?" I still didn't know what he meant.
"Well, they wouldn't take us seriously, right? And uh, Stephanie won't put out
'cause she's afraid of getting pregnant. You follow me?" Barry looked down at
Jamey who was laying under him not really listening to us.
For the first time I noticed that our sister was really soused. She had that
unfocussed look in her eyes, and normally having her freedom restricted by an
older brother would have made her madder than hell. But at the moment she was
just laying there waiting for Barry to get off her.
Then Barry said it, "You know -- Jamey is too young to get pregnant."
I looked at my brother -- My heart was instantly in my throat, could he really
mean what I thought he meant? I had never thought of Jamey, sexually before. But
as I looked at her small body being held down by her big brother, I noticed for
the first time that she looked good. I mean she had a really nice body.
I guess I'd always known that she was an attrac- tive female, and if I wanted to
be real honest with myself I would have to admit that I had snuck a peek from
time to time. But to have sex with her, was ... well, it was ... unthinkable.
Barry must have been pretty drunk because he lowered his face to Jamey's and
started kissing her on the mouth. She fought him at first, but after a bit she
seemed to not mind it so much, and started kissing him back.
I sat there watching my brother and sister kissing each other like you see them
doing in the movies. I'd never seen anyone kissing like that close-up in real
life. I shifted in my place to try and make more room in my pants; my dick was
so hard I was having a problem sitting there.
Barry started squirming around on top of Jamey, pushing the palm of his hand
against her flat chest, right where her right nipple was sure to be. And still
she didn't protest she just seemed to kiss him back harder.
After a few minutes of this Jamey finally started to struggle under her brother.
"Barry, let me up! I need to pee, Barry... let me go now!"
Barry stopped kissing her and reluctantly let her up. She smiled at us and
scampered off of the bathroom.
Barry sat there breathing hard watching her go. I felt I should say something.
"Barry, what the fuck do you think you're doing any way?" I said.
He looked at me and smiled. "It's perfect man, the ultimate safe sex. She's
not old enough to get pregnant, and she hasn't been messing around so she
doesn't have any of those diseases that they keep talking about on TV. I mean
this is perfect."
I stared at my older brother for a full minute, and he stared back at me.
Finally he said, "Fuck you, goody two-shoes. If you want'a be a prig about it
then stay here, I'm gonna go visit our pretty little sister."
Barry pushed himself up off the floor and went into the hall leading to the
bedrooms. I still couldn't believe this was happening, but at the same time
I was excited about it. Would Jamey really let a boy screw her? Would she
let Barry?
Barry was much more experienced than me, or at least I thought that he was. At
the age of 13, I was curious about anything that had to do with sex, and there
was no way that I wasn't going to at least watch this. I figured that at the
very least I would get some entertainment when Jamey kicked him in the nuts.
But that's not what happened. Jamey came out of the bathroom and headed to her
room. I watched as she entered her room and threw herself onto her bed in a
drunken state. She didn't seem to able to hold her liquor very well, because
both Barry and I had had quite a bit more than her, but she looked drunker than
either of us.
Barry had been across the hall waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. I
watched fascinated, as he walked over to her door and looked in at her prostrate
body. He leaned down and began to undress her; I was amazed that Jamey didn't
fight him. She must have really been out of it because I know her well enough
that normally if anyone would try that with her, they re regret it instantly.
But she just raised her arms as Barry pulled her T-shirt off, and raised her
butt off the bed when he tugged her shorts off. My dick was super hard again as
I watched my brother take his cloths off and stand beside our sister's bed.
I hadn't seen Barry naked since we were small, and I'd never seen another guy's
dick hard before. It was really weird, there was my brother and sister stark
naked, and what made it even weirder was that I knew that they were going to
fuck each other. Well, at least Barry was going to fuck Jamey, I'm still not
sure that she knew what was happening that first time.
I couldn't take it! Barry climbed on top of Jamey and lay down on her. He
fumbled between their crotches for a moment and I could tell from the sigh he
gave that he had forced his way in to her. Jamey just groaned and raised her
knees up a little so that Barry sank between them a bit more.
As Barry started screwing our little sister I came in my pants. I can still
remember the intensity of the whole thing. It was like we were in an alien
world. Our parents no longer existed, our friends were forgotten, nothing
existed now except the sexual act going on in Jamey's small bedroom. That was
the only thing happening in the universe at that moment. That is until I started
filling my shorts with hot sticky come.
That's something I'll never forget either. It had never happened to me before,
or since for that matter. But watching Barry screwing our pretty willing little
sister was something that just blew my mind, as well as my teenage nervous
system. Seeing his naked butt rising and lowering between Jamey's cute little
raised legs was just too much.
Even though I had messed myself, I continued to stand at the door and watch
them. After a moment of two, Jamey reached up and wrapped her hands around
behind Barry's neck and she began to thrust back at him. It didn't take long
after that for Barry to get his rocks off.
It was quite simple really, no fireworks or fog- horns... he just shivered and
held his crotch hard against hers and emptied himself into her for a long time.
**
That was the first time that we used our little sister for *safe sex
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