VICKIE TWO MF, MFF, MMF, MMFF, FF, mf implied, incest implied

It's important to remember that this is 1966. The revolution is just beginning. The military commitment to SE Asia has just started and the draft age young men are just beginning to think the government is fucking with them. I'm 24 and I know the government was going to stick it to me and I wasn't very happy about it. Some of the rhetoric is sounding like pre-war Germany, and the student "thinkers" of the age have decided that the war is NOT a good thing for America. Women of all ages suddenly realize that it's "my man" that's going to fight and it's not for a just cause. The Military Industrial Complex is the happiest about the situation: there is money to be made. The Decision Makers have insulated their sons from the carnage. The shell is being cracked but it's not broken...yet. Terrible things are beginning to happen, justice is being subverted, the iron fist is tapping the table and losing its temper.

"My country, right or wrong, but my country." Not a good thing. Ah well...history will make the decision.

In 1955, I was a going to be freshman in high school. Just before school started, I found a banned book in the trash pile of a "death" house. Someone died there and the relatives pitched everything but the furniture out by the street. The book, by Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette, was about sex from the female point of view, and I learned some things I didn't know. Not only did I not know the things, I was pretty sure it was "science fiction." It ain't happening. It's never gonna happen. This is total bullshit! Yeah, right.

It preyed on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was itching to try some of it. I wanted to see if women could enjoy sex. My mother sure didn't. My married sister wouldn't Even talk about it.

"I'll tell mom if you ask me that again!"

My older sister said, "I don't touch myself there! I certainly wouldn't let a man do it."

My freshman year was filled with cast iron bras and sheet steel girdles. Victoria was keeping her secrets secret. My little sister still slept in footed flannel, and she was in the 7th grade. Playboy ignored the existence of crotches. I wanted to SEE, and touch, and feel.

In '56, My uncle Harry took me to Canada for the summer of my 14th year. He had a small beach house on Lake Erie near Point Pelee.

"I need you to teach the kids to swim and keep the beach picked up." He said, "I'll feed you and pay you $10 a week."

"Deal!" said I.

"I don't care," said dad. "I put a down payment on a Chris Craft."

"Take him," said Mom. "You did? How big?"

"Forty two."

"We can join the Yacht Club!"

Suddenly I didn't exist.

Uncle Harry's kids were monsters. I hauled two of the most monsterly out to deep water and explained the theory behind drowning and how I was only a Junior Lifesaver and didn't know everything about saving people. Good kids from then on. I had a great time. Harry had a weight set and I used it. I ran out to the Point every Saturday. I got buff. Then Harry's secretary and her family came out to the beach house for two weeks. The 13 year old didn't swim but she looked great in a suit...and better out of it. My job was to teach swimming, so... I learned a lot! The book was RIGHT!!! And it didn't taste awful! And females CAN enjoy it!!! YEA!!! She got pregnant. BOO!!!

As Arlo said, After the ordeal... I was banned from Canada. I got a "reputation." Eventually, I got a daughter I couldn't see, and never met.

My Reputation

Now I'm a sophomore and pretty quick word gets around that I care about a woman's needs and as long as I didn't stick it in I was safe. Word also got around that I didn't care if I got to stick it as long as I could lick it. Besides, I grew five inches taller and had 20 inch biceps. My chest grew to 44 inches and my pimples were gone! And I could RUN!

There are millions of virgins who don't want to be. Some of them deserve to stay virgins but I'm not picky.

How My Reputation got around.

My older sister, Riika, is a senior this year and she decided to walk me home from school soon after classes started.

"Mother said you got in trouble at Harrys" my sister, the inquisitor, said. "You really got a girl pregnant?"

"So they say," not giving anything away."I'm not supposed to talk about it."

"You did! You did!" she exclaimed. "You always were a gentleman, even if you are a snot nosed kid, and Daddy says a gentleman never tells."

Rats! Caught! Hoist by my dads petard!

"Tell me about it," she begged. "My life is changing. I'll be going to State next year and I don't know what to expect. I'm getting "interested" in things but no body will talk about it"

So I did. No names and in general.

Her eyes got big as I explained about what I'd learned. They got bigger as I told her about using my fingers "down there" and even bigger when I explained about tongue action in the same place

"Oh! my! God! You didn't! Oh! My God! You didn't! You DID? I think I just peed my panties!"

We only live two blocks from school and ran out of time. She didn't say much the rest of the evening, she was even quiet at dinner. She seemed distracted and a little nervous...jittery!

In the morning she said, "walk with me?"

Mom jumped in with, "you're going to walk with your brother? To School?" she looked up, "miracles are still happening!"

"Mom! He's...nicer and more ...manly. He's growing up."

That even got a look from me. I can't help thinking...Who are you and what have you done with my sister? We walked to school and THAT got looks from ALL her friends. OOPS! Final bell...school is done for the day and my sister is waiting at the front door...with several of her friends. Uhoh.

She gives me her patented squint. "Little Brother, you are going to tell all," she said. "And I do mean all."

She's back! My sister is back. The torturer has returned! Drat!! I liked the other one better. On the way through the house she snatches up the little sister.

"Mother, we're going to Holly's. We're going to eat there, we'll be back by Nine."

We go straight out the backdoor, through the fence, across the Catholic School play yard, through the backstop fence and into Holly's house. Holly's parents are never home. Sometimes we wonder if she has parents, none of us have seen them. Up the stairs to the second floor and then into her missing parents bedroom closet. Hmm. More stairs. Wow, there's a whole third floor. It even has balconies. "Holly's Room. " my sister informs me. "You are the first male to be here. You will say nothing to anyone about what happens here. This place doesn't exist. Do you understand?"

Oh, God. I hate it when she gets like this. Adolph Hitler in drag! I nod. My little sister nods.

"Sit!"

We do...instantly. Fortunately, there's a bed there.

"Talk!" she orders, "and you know what to talk about."

So I do...my sisters friends are shocked.

"You have got to be kidding," is the thing I hear from them constantly.

I go on and on and on and finally Holly says, " We need proof! Show us."

In a creepy, diabolical voice Riika mutters, "we need a volunteer. Who shall we use for a subject?"

My little sister shudders and squeaks. She knows who.

"Becky! Are you going to cooperate," my sister asks, "Or do we tie you down and strip you?"

Becky can't get out of her clothes quick enough. She knows the side of our sister our parents have never seen.

Wow! The change from 7th to 8th grade has produced an angel. Beck is HOT!

"I've been wondering what changes were occurring." comments Eva Hitler, "You are going to drive men wild!"

"I can see that," I offered. I looked at the troll ... sister ... Riika ... her ... yeah, her! "This is mean and spiteful. You know I don't want to do this to Beck. How about Holly? I could do Holly and enjoy it."

Bad Answer.

So...since I know I'm going to do it in the end and I'd like to keep my balls attached, I show them. Becky starts out sobbing quietly but ends up sobbing out loud orgasms. Pretty soon I have nude seniors spread out on the bed telling me to "do me next." I also found out where Holly's parents are... she stutters out the confession as I tease... "CIA. Something about transmitters and spying." Holly's parents are a couple of unnamed stars on the wall. Holly IS all alone in the big house.

And THAT'S how I got my reputation. I believe the saying is 'it's a tough job, but somebody has to do it.'

Well, three guesses who Becky's best friend is all through Junior high and High school? Got it in one...Victoria Jean.