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Eddie and His Sisters 1
Author Unknown
I was thirteen in the summer of 1964.
I was, as the saying goes, young, dumb and full of cum.
I did
a lot of crazy things in those days. Some of those crazy
things
I am not too proud of.
I took money, from my mom's purse, so that me and a
friend could
sneak out and see "A Hard Day's Night" at the old Tower
theatre.
After the movie, we realized that we didn't have enough
money for
the bus-fare back so (at eleven o'clock at night) we walked
the ten
miles home. I snuck back in my house and crawled in bed,
exhausted.
My friend Steve once lifted a gallon of red wine from his
folk's
Italian Restaurant and we sat in my room, smoked the
Salem's I had
stolen from my dad's pocket, and drank three quarters of
the bottle
(until Steve got sick and began to barf into our kitchen
sink!).
I felt my dad, standing next to me as I stood (on unsteady
feet)
with Steve and tried to pour Pepto-Bismol into a wavering
spoon
while looped out of my mind. I felt Dad hit me and then I
was
laying under the kitchen table. My dad helped me up,
dusted me
off, and said, "Seeing as how you can't feel anything right
now,
I'll beat you in the morning." Then he went to bed. I
tried to
go to sleep but (with the room spinning) I ended up puking
purple
all over passed out Steve and my bedroom floor.
The main focus of my life, at thirteen, wasn't alcohol or
movies
or cigarettes though. I could get those things. It was
pussy.
Girls, and the idea of getting one to have sex with me,
was
overpowering when I was that age. I would have done
anything to
get laid. Pussy seemed to be on my mind constantly and if
I wasn't
thinking about pussy, I was thinking about tits. All this
thinking
was giving me a boner but it wasn't getting me any girls.
I wasn't just a horny dog at 13 though, I had been a
horny dog
for years. I shared my passion for pussy with my best
friend
Eddie.
Eddie had been my best friend through fifth and sixth
grade and
into my first year at Junior High. Eddie was a goofball
and a sex
fiend (like me). People, at the time, said that we looked
like
twins. We were both tall, with dark hair. Eddie had
freckles on
the bridge of his nose and his cheeks though. He looked
(to me at
least) like Alfalfa from "The Little Rascals".
I just had pimples on my face, brought on (no doubt) by
my years
of sexual frustration.
Eddie had three sisters; Emily who was a year younger
than us,
Rose (they called her Rosey) who was ten and little Sarah
who was
five. Sarah had long blonde hair, Rosey had jet-black hair
and
Emily had the most terrific, long, full head of gorgeous,
red hair
you have ever seen. It cascaded down to the small of her
back.
She was tall. She was leggy. Emily was a living,
breathing,
porcelain doll! She had pale skin and freckles on her
cheekbones
and the bluest eyes (and lips like Michelle Pfeiffer's) and
a
happy, outgoing, personality. She was nimble and athletic
and
competitive, without being a tomboy about it.
Even with these three, lovely girls in their house, it
was
obvious that Eddie's mother thought her son was the
greatest thing
in the world. She thought he was a "brain". He could (and
did)
get anything he wanted from his mother. He led her to
believe that
he was going to be a doctor. He did that so she would buy
him
medical books. He wanted the medical books because they
contained
pictures of naked women.
Eddie would take me in his room, get the "medical" books
out and
we'd look at the black and white pictures of "a woman's
stages of
development" and rub our stiffening little cocks.
Me and Eddie, when we were twelve and started Junior
High, began
to spend most of our time, in his bedroom (with the door
locked),
going through his father's girly magazines and
masturbating. We
didn't touch each other, when we masturbated, but we would
lay on
our backs, on his bedroom floor, and jack on our cocks and
talk,
to each other, about the pretty girls (at school) we'd like
to be
really fucking at that moment.
We'd compete with each other on who could come up with
the best
story about who (in our minds) we were fucking and how we
were
doing it to them. Then we'd cum all over ourselves (as our
stories
got really hot). Eddie would then go and put his dad's
magazines
back where he found them but, an hour later, we'd do it
again. (We
had plenty of cum in those days!)
I knew his sisters, because I was at his house so much,
and we
sometimes played games with them. Emily liked to wrestle.
She
liked it because she could pin Eddie to the floor every
time and
make him scream uncle. Me and Eddie didn't weigh 160
pounds put
together when we were twelve.
I would wrestle with Emily sometimes too.
Once, when I had her down and she was laughing and
squirming
beneath me, I realized that her legs were apart and that my
loins
were in her sexual saddle. I could smell the closeness of
her
girlish body as I held her arms to the floor and she
struggled to
free herself. I couldn't help it. I started to dry hump
her.
Rubbing my (suddenly stiff) cock, through the material of
our
clothes, on the evident bump of her pussy mound.
Emily soon realized what I was doing to her and she
abruptly
stopped laughing and struggling and became suddenly very
angry.
In a very stern and determined voice, she told me to get
off of
her, which I did. Then, with a face as livid red as the
color of
her hair, she stormed out of Eddie's bedroom, leaving me
sitting,
ashamed and embarrassed, on the hardwood floor.
Eddie laughed about it.
In the middle of seventh grade, Eddie's family moved to a
bigger
house, five miles away, in what (then) was an affluent part
of
Detroit. It was called Rosedale Park.
Junior High wasn't the same without horny Eddie around.
I had
to fantasize and masturbate by myself now and my dad had no
girly
magazines to look at.
When summer came, my folks bought me a nice bike. I
began to
take long bike rides in the warm weather. I went to visit
Eddie
one summer day. It was a long ride but I wanted to know
what he
was up to. His house was nice. It was a two story
bungalow with
a finished attic. Eddie had made a "secret room" for
himself, in
an alcove of the attic, off the finished room (which was
Rosey and
Emily's bedroom). We could smoke in that hideout. He had
a record
player (the Beatles were HOT that summer) and he had his
own
collection of girly magazines in there.
We spent the afternoon masturbating and fantasizing aloud
about
girls again, just like we did in the "old days" (which were
only
ten months ago).
Having seen Eddie's house (and it being so far away) I
decided
that I had, most likely, seen the end of him when I rode my
bike
home that day.
A few weeks later, Eddie called and asked me to come over
again.
I told him that it was a long ride and I just wasn't up to
it.
Eddie pleaded with me. He told me that he just hadn't made
any
friends in his new neighborhood. I told him that I was
sorry but
that it was just too bad.
That's when Eddie told me something that changed my life.
"Andy," he said, "there's something, about me and Emily,
that I
have been wanting to tell you...."
"Yeah?"
"Well...... for a year or so now...... we've been....
fooling
around with each other."
"Fooling around?"
"Yeah."
"What do you mean, `Fooling around'?"
"Well.... you won't say anything?"
"Of course not! What?"
"Well..... she likes to jack me off."
"Jack you off?"
"Until I cum.... yes. She likes to do it. She likes to
watch
the jizz come out. I do it to her too. After school and
sometimes
in the afternoon when Mom's out shopping...."
"You're kidding me!"
"No....really! Honest! I've never told anybody this."
"You do it to her too?"
"Oh yeah! She loves it. Girls cum too! If you rub
inside their
pussy, long enough, with your finger. It's great!"
My mind was swimming with lewd visions of that beautiful,
red
haired girl and her pussy and the thought of her own
brother
touching it and her holding and jacking his cock for him.
The
front of my pants stuck out as I talked on the phone.
"Andy.... Emily really likes you. She always talks about
that
day you humped on her on my bedroom floor. She really
liked that.
I know that she would let you play with her if you came
over....."
Man, I was on my bike in a flash! The five mile trip was
a blur.
I must have made it in ten minutes.
When I got there. Emily wasn't home. She had gone to a
girlfriend's and Eddie didn't know which one. I said that
I could
wait. We went up in Eddie's "secret fortress" and I begged
him
for details on his sister's pussy. How it felt. How it
looked.
How it smelled.
Eddie was full of vivid detail. And he had more to say,
as he
saw how excited I was becoming.
"I didn't want to say anything... over the phone but....
she
likes to put my cock in her mouth too."
"WHAT?"
"She loves it. She loves to suck my cock. Really loves
it!"
"Your kidding!"
"And.... she loves cum!"
"What?"
"She loves to suck the cum right out of my cock! She's
like a
vampire! Like she's hungry for it! When I tell her I'm
about to
cum, she really sucks and slurps, like mad, until I shoot
it to
her. It's funny. You know how a baby sucks it's bottle
when it's
really hungry? That's how Emily is when I shoot my cum in
her
mouth. She get's frantic when I'm done. Like she's still
hungry!"
"Eddie, your sister's only twelve!"
"Crazy, ain't it? But that's how she is. She can't wait
to get
at me when we get home from school. Her room. My room.
The
basement..."
Man, my cock was out and I was jerking on it as he
talked. I
couldn't stand it!
"Let's go find her!" I told him.
"Naw! She'll be home. I haven't fed her today!" He
laughed.
"God!"
And I waited. And waited. And waited. And it got dark.
And
I had to be home.
I was crushed!
I went home, thinking about what Eddie had said, all week
long.
Two Minutes
Chapter 2
Eddie must have been full of shit when he told me about
having
sex with his sister Emily!
Nobody had sex with their own sisters, no matter how
pretty they
were!
Eddie knew me like no other person on Earth. He knew how
to
control me. He knew what rang my bell, in a big way. He
was (I
reasoned) just making up stories and trying to control me.
Fuck him!
The next weekend, he called again and wanted me over.
"No Eddie. I'm not falling for your bullshit this time!
It's
too far to go and I've got friends here and I know your
sister.
She's a sweet girl. She doesn't suck cock!"
Eddie laughed at me. "You don't know her like I know
her! She
just sucked me off before I called you."
"Yeah, right!"
"In the bathroom. Kneeling in front of me while I held
her
little titties in my hand...."
"Yeah, right."
"And there's something else..... something that I didn't
want to
tell you...."
"What?"
"Do you know why she does it with me?"
"Why?"
"Because I do it to her too."
"Do what?"
"Well........"
"What? Tell me!"
"I lick her. I lick inside her pussy with my tongue."
"What?"
Believe it or not, this was an entirely new concept for
me at the
age of thirteen. I had never even imagined such a thing.
I knew
about fucking girls. I knew about blow jobs. I had dry
humped and
sniffed and finger fucked a few girls before. But licking
pussy?
Putting your tongue into that wet place? A place where
they peed?
A place where secretions and menstrual blood came out of
them? At
first, I was repulsed by the idea. But, in that same,
exact
instant, I was suddenly struck with the vision of being so
close
to a girl's pussy. Being able to feel it with my face and
lips and
my tongue. Getting right into it. I loved the pungent
smell of
pussy. What, for the love of God, must it TASTE like?"
"Lemonade," Eddie said. "And, sometimes it tastes like
celery.
It depends."
"Depends on what?"
"On what time of the month she's in. Her pussy sometimes
tastes
sweet and sometimes lemony and sometimes salty. It depends
on how
close to her period we do it."
"Her period?"
"Yeah. Emily has periods now."
"You don't......"
"Lick her then? Hell no!"
I had a boner like you wouldn't believe! Even Eddie
couldn't be
making up shit like this! Lemon? Celery? Licking right
into the
sex of that beautiful, red haired girl?
I had seen her, when I first went over to their new
house. She
had changed since they moved away. She had bumps on her
chest now.
And her fanny had a full, round look to it, in her blue
jeans. Her
waist was thin and that red hair hung down and billowed all
over
her shoulders when she moved....
"Her period was last week," Eddie was saying, in the
phone. "I
just got to lick her again today. She came real hard, on
the
bathroom floor, and then she sucked me until I came in her
mouth
for her. I told her about you. About you wanting to do it
to her.
I told her that I had seen you cum and that you came a lot
when you
did it. She seems interested."
"You told her?"
"Yeah. She knows we used to like to beat off. It made
her horny
to hear about it. I told her to pretend that it was your
cock she
was sucking, instead of mine, and she really nursed on it
good and
sucked my load out of me like I was spurting chocolate
milk!"
"I'll be right there!"
I was on my bike and over there as fast as my legs could
peddle.
Eddie was there, waiting.
No Emily.
She had gone shopping with their mother and Rosey. Their
father
was off driving his truck. He drove for Allied Van Lines.
He was
a huge man! A mean, surly man! Bald as a bowling ball,
with red
freckles on his shiny head. He had hair on his back!
Everyone
gave him plenty of space when he was home (which wasn't too
often).
I was steaming mad!
"They'll be back," Eddie assured me.
"I have to be home by dark!"
"No problem."
Eddie took me to the back yard where they had pitched
their big,
family-sized tent to air it out. It was a warm day and
steamy hot
in the tent.
"I don't believe you, Eddie!"
"What?"
"I don't believe you lick pussy."
"I'm telling you! Girls love it! It really makes them
squirm
and wiggle and cum hard when you do it to them."
"Listen," I said, "I've got to go home. I can't let you
jerk me
around like this anymore. You're wasting my time. You
don't put
your tongue in Emily....."
We could hear a noise outside the tent.
Eddie unzipped the flap. It was Sarah. Eddie's cute,
little,
baby sister, with the long, blonde hair. She was playing,
in the
sand, by the back porch.
"Sarah," Eddie called. "Come in here."
Eddie's sister dropped her Barbie doll and came into the
tent.
"What?" she asked, smiling with her cherub-like, freckled
face.
"Let's show Andy our butterfly kiss," he said to her.
She looked at me and smiled and then her gaze dropped to
the tent
floor.
"It's okay," he told her. "He knows about it. He won't
tell."
Eddie got to his knees, in front of her, and he took her
by the
arm and pulled her to the floor. Sarah looked up at Eddie
and at
me and then giggled, as she lay on her back and pulled her
yellow
sun dress up, exposing her flat belly. She let Eddie pull
her
cotton panties off of her.
I dropped to my knees, next to them. I was mesmerized by
what
I was seeing. Eddie and his five year old sister. She was
the
same age as my little sister Bess.
Eddie pulled her smooth, puffy pussy lips apart for me as
I
leaned and gazed at it. I could smell it's pungent scent
in the
musty tent.
"She calls it her butterfly," he laughed. Then he lay
down, so
his face was between her open legs and I watched as he put
his nose
to her glistening slit and sniffed. "Mmmmmmmm!" he said
and Sarah
blushed and giggled, putting her hands over her face. Then
Eddie
stuck his tongue into her pussy and started to lick her
smooth
feminine notch broadly, like an ice cream cone.
Sarah moved her knees up and down as her brother did it
to her.
"How does it feel?" He stopped and asked her.
"It tickles good," she said.
He looked up at me from her pussy.
"Sarah tastes different than Emily. Sarah is always more
salty
and lemony. It gets a little sweeter before she cums."
"Sarah cums?"
"Oh yeah! She loves it, don't you?"
Sarah just giggled and Eddie went back to her pussy. His
mouth
was enveloping her whole fleshy mound now and I could see
his
cheeks move as I imagined his tongue working in her.
Sarah soon stopped giggling and her face took on a far-
off
expression and I could sense her probing what her big
brother was
generating within her.
My cock hurt because it was so hard!
My eyes were glued to the two of them. Sarah's legs were
parted
widely with Eddie's head at her crotch. I could see dirt
on her
knees and her bare feet.
Eddie looked up at me again. His chin was wet with
drool.
"She's juicing and sweet," he said. "That means she's
getting
close. Do you want to eat her?"
I thought about it. But I didn't want to put my tongue
where
Eddie's had been. His spit was all over it!
"No," I said. "You go ahead."
"I'm putting the tip of my tongue in her hole now. She
likes
that when she's close. It puts her over." He held her
lips apart
so I could see the opening of her tiny, pink vagina. It
was wet
with clear fluid dripping out of it.
Eddie put his mouth over her pussy again and now Sarah
started
to gyrate around and Eddie had to move his face to follow
her. He
placed his hands over her little, protruding hip bones to
steady
her body and she moved her knees up and reached down, with
both
hands, and held both of her ankles. She was breathing hard
and I
watched her stomach heaving up and down and then her
stomach
muscles would tighten for a moment and then she'd heave
again. Her
eyes were closed and she was rocking her head back and
forth and
whimpering now, her blonde hair clinging to her face. Then
she
suddenly sucked in air and pulled on her ankles and held
her breath
and arched her back up as I saw Eddie's mouth enclosing her
crotch
and the outline of his tongue, in his cheek, as he worked
in her
pussy.
Little Sarah screeched through her nose as her big
brother made
her cum. It seemed to last for a full minute, although
time, for
me, was suspended.
Sarah suddenly dropped her little butt back to the floor
and went
limp and Eddie took his mouth from her pussy and then
broadly
licked into her again, with his tongue, causing her body to
noticeably tremble.
"Mmmm!" he said, looking up at her cute face now.
"You're like
candy, Sarah."
Sarah giggled and sat up.
Eddie looked at me, wiping his chin and grinning.
I swallowed hard.
He got to his knees now, in front of his sister. "Watch
this,"
he said, as he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock
out.
Sarah's eyes went wide, like he had whipped out a candy
bar, and
she leaned to her brother and put the head of his cock into
her
pretty mouth and started to suck on him.
Eddie backed up and pushed her away. "Not so hard!"
"I'm sorry," her sweet voice intoned, and she took hold
of his
cock and placed it gently back in her mouth.
I watched her eyes close as she sucked him and her blonde
head
started to bob on his shaft. Eddie's eyes were closed too.
"Do you cum in her mouth?" I whispered.
"No. She doesn't like it. She likes to suck though."
I could see that.
I rubbed by hurting cock, through my pants, and Eddie saw
me.
"Suck Andy," he told her.
She removed her big brother's cock from her mouth and
looked at
me. I had never seen the look of lust on the face of a
little
kindergarten girl before. It was amazing.
I got on my knees and unfastened my pants and pulled out
my dick,
it was oozing clear liquid from the opening at the tip.
Sarah could see that my cock was much thicker than
Eddie's. She
scooted right over though and sat in front of me and put
the head
of my raging dick in her mouth. I had never felt anything
like it.
It was the first time that my cock was ever in something
warm and
wet (and alive). She knew how to do it too. She was
sucking and
working her tiny tongue on the area just to the back of my
glans.
My whole body shuddered, causing me to pull back from her.
There
was a loud suck sound as my dick popped from her little
mouth.
She looked up at me, wide eyed with surprise. "Did I
hurt you?"
"Oh, no. It felt good, Sarah. Way TOO good!"
She smiled and put the head back into her lovely mouth,
sucking
softly now and delighting me with that eager tongue.
I pulled my pants down to my knees and I felt her gently
take my
balls into her little hand. She cradled them as she worked
her
warm, tender mouth on me.
My face must have shown my condition, as I stroked her
soft hair,
with my eyes tightly closed, feeling her nimble mouth about
to draw
an orgasm from me.
"Don't cum in her mouth," Eddie warned.
I pulled my cock reluctantly away and twisted my body,
taking a
hold of my shaft and jacking it as I began to shoot cum all
over
the canvas tent floor.
Sarah giggled as she watched me spend.
I fell back on my naked ass, thoroughly exhausted from my
the
effects of my first blow job.
Eddie laughed, putting his cock away.
"Go on in the house now," he told her.
Sarah put her panties back on and left the tent.
"Well?" Eddie said.
"God, Eddie! You sick fucker! You do it with Sarah
too?"
"She's pussy, isn't she?"
"She's your baby sister!"
"Yeah! She loves it! So does Emily! And besides, you
should
talk! You just let her suck YOU off!"
I couldn't deny that.
We waited in the tent, until after dark, for his mother
and Emily
to come home.
They never did and (pissed off as hell) I had to go.
Chapter 3
Again, all week, I couldn't get the visions of Eddie and
little
Sarah and Emily and pussy out of my mind.
Eddie called on Saturday.
"You coming over?"
I was unsure of what was going on.
"I don't know..."
"Come on! Emily's here! She wants to do it!"
"Yeah, right!" I said, sarcastically.
"Really!"
"Eddie. I can't waste my time."
"It's no waste. I promise! You can spend the night. My
mom
said it was okay. We can sleep in the secret room!"
"I don't think so, Eddie."
"Come on. She'll give you some! I know she will."
"I don't know..."
"Listen," he said. "I've told you so much and I've shown
you so
much. I may as well tell you...."
"Tell me what?"
"Me and Emily..... we do more than I told you."
"What?"
"Well..... for the last year or so....."
"What?"
"I've been..... fucking her."
"Fucking your sister?"
"Yeah."
"Fucking Emily?"
"She loves to fuck, Andy! And God is her pussy nice!"
"How do you fuck your sister? Where? When?"
"In her bed. In mine. On the couch. In my secret room.
In the
bathroom, if my folks are home."
"You fuck her with your parents home?"
"Yeah," he laughed. "She loves it then!"
"I don't believe you!"
"Last night, my dad came home from the road. He was
tired and
everyone was in the livingroom watching TV. Mom and Dad
were in
their chairs and Sarah and Rosey were on the floor. Me and
Emily
were on the couch, under a blanket. She was laying, on her
side,
in front of me, and I worked her panties down and fucked
her, right
there, with the whole family in the room!"
"Fucked her? How? How could you do that? Weren't you
afraid
of getting caught? Couldn't they hear you doing it? How
did you
cum?"
"We both came! I came right into her pussy just as she
was
getting off! Girl's pussies really clamp on your cock when
they
cum!"
"Cum in her? You shoot your cum in your sister?"
"Yeah."
"You stupid ass! You could get her pregnant!"
"No I can't! She's my sister! Your cum doesn't work in
your
own sister!"
"Yes it does!"
"How can you tell ME? YOU'VE never done it! I've been
fucking
(and cumming in) Emily for a year! I know how this stuff
works.
I've read the medical books. She's been having her periods
for
months. I must have pumped a gallon of my sperm into her
in the
last year! In both her mouth and her pussy! She can't get
pregnant from me or she would have been by now. We don't
worry
about it."
"I don't know....."
"Anyway, when I was sixty-nineing her, the other day, in
my
secret room, I asked her if she would let you fuck
her....."
"Wait a minute," I said. "Sixty-nineing her? What the
hell is
that?"
"Oh," Eddie laughed, "it's something we read about in a
magazine
that my dad brought home. It's when you lay on your side,
with a
girl, and she lays the other way around so you can eat her
pussy
and she can suck your cock at the same time. Emily loves
to do
that!"
My mind reeled!
"Anyway, she didn't say much but I think she'll do it. I
have
it all set. The secret room is right off the girl's room
and I
asked Mom if we could sleep up there and she said okay.
Okay?"
I couldn't stand it. This was the last straw! "Okay," I
said.
"But let me tell you something....."
"What?"
"If this is another false alarm.... if I go all that way
for
nothing....."
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to kick the shit out of you, Eddie!"
"Yeah! Great! I'd deserve it!"
I got my mom's okay to spend the night at Eddie's and I
rode my
bike the five miles over there.
Emily was home!
"Okay," I said to him as I looked at her beautiful,
budding body
in her plaid halter top and tight, blue-jean cut offs.
That red
hair was glowing in the sunshine and whirling as she did
cart-
wheels, for her mother and younger sisters, on the front
lawn.
Emily was going to be a cheerleader, at their Junior High,
that
fall.
"Let's get her upstairs and fuck her!" I said to him, as
we
watched her from the driveway.
"Not so fast," Eddie told me. "Emily don't work like
that. You
have to go slow. You have to work her into the mood or she
doesn't
do it. I know how she is."
"Eddie!" My impatience and anger were building as I
looked at
her crotch, in her shorts, as she did the splits on the
lawn and
held her arms out to her sides. I could see how her halter
top
bumped out where her blossoming breasts were hidden.
"Really," Eddie said, "cool your jets! You'll get her!
Tonight!"
"Have you even talked to her? Does she know why I'm
here?"
"She will. I'll talk to her."
I kept watching as Rosey, Eddie's ten year old sister,
joined
Emily in her gymnastic motions.
Rosey had an even cuter face than her other two sisters.
Her
pale skin looked almost pure white, because of the contrast
of her
shoulder length, straight, jet-black hair and bangs. She
had a few
freckles on her nose and her cheekbones too and they really
stood
out because of her cream colored skin. Her eyes were warm
blue-
grey and, I thought, Rosey would be a knock-out if it
wasn't for
the fact that she was only nine and flat as a board and
shapeless
as could be. Rosey, I knew, was the quietest of Eddie's
family.
She was a very sweet and shy person, who's feelings were
easily
hurt and who's cheeks blushed so red if you spoke to her.
She was
always clinging to her mother and trying to solicit
approval from
her family members. I had known her for years but never
talked to
her much. She never had much to say. Just "Hello". She
was the
academic too. An all A student at their catholic school.
There
were darling pictures of her, over their fireplace, in her
frilly,
white communion dress and white gloves, smiling like a
perfect
angel.
I looked back at Emily now, drooling.... waiting.
Their mom made macaroni and cheese and colored popcorn
balls for
dinner. Eddie's mother was an idiot. She was a tall, thin
woman.
She had wild, unkempt, black hair and a crazy smile. She
chain-
smoked Pall Malls and she read Mad magazine (she
subscribed!). She
liked to put signs on the front door that said things like:
WE
SHOOT EVERY THIRD SALESMAN THAT KNOCKS ON OUR DOOR. THE
SECOND ONE
JUST LEFT! Mrs. Patton would sit on the couch, for hours,
rocking
and smoking and saying nothing and then she'd yell, "Eddie?
If
all the fish, caught this year, were laid, end to end,
across the
Sahara desert.... boy, would it stink!" And she'd cackle
with
laughter for a moment and then start quietly rocking again.
After dinner, I waited for Eddie to talk to Emily. It
seemed,
to me, like he had plenty of opportunity but he just
wouldn't do
it.
Their dad was there and that seemed to scare Eddie.
Mr. Patton was just watching TV though. Laying on his
side, on
the living room floor, in his tank top and boxer shorts
(his "home"
uniform).
Mrs. Patton walked over to him and dropped a phone book
in front
of him. "Let's take the kids to the movies!" she said
loudly.
"Call the theatre and see what's playing!"
Mr. Patton didn't say a word or move from his spot on the
floor.
He just calmly ripped the entire Detroit telephone
directory in
half and tossed it in the corner.
Looney Mrs. Patton went back to the couch and sat down
and rocked
with Rosey.
Emily went to her girlfriend's, down the street.
"Eddie," I said, getting madder as I pulled him into the
kitchen,
"don't let her get away! What if she spends the night
there?"
"She won't. Stop worrying! You're driving me nuts!
I'll take
care of it."
"God damn it!"
Eddie put his arm around my shoulder. "Andy," he said,
"you're
my buddy! My pal! My best friend in the world! I've
known you
for years! I know the thing you want, more than anything
else in
the world, and I'm going to come through for you! I'm
going to get
you some pussy! Don't you worry! I won't fail you."
I suddenly felt better. I knew that he meant it.
"Now," he said, "let's go out in the yard and play some