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 definitely had a lapse in judgement. (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 in 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 then I'll tell everyone in your class that you still play with them."
That shut her up, and we went back to our conversation, 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. I had turned just 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 use 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 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 yuh!" 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 so much easier for 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 our 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 conscience, I said, "Here, 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 than 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 attractive 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 to 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, anyway?" 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 prick 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 be 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 would 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 clothes 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 or 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* and before the weekend was over I was no longer a virgin either. I think that first weekend Barry and I got our rocks off in our little sister at least 5 times a piece.
Jamey was really too young to enjoy sex to its fullest, but she didn't mind it either. I think she realized that she was in a position of power over us. We needed something she had, and after that weekend, nothing was too good for our sister. Anything she wanted we would do.
Our little safe sex scheme went on for almost a year and a half. I guess in the end Barry's girlfriend started to put out for him, and around that time Jamey had her first period, so she was no longer safe to use.
I tell this story as a cautionary tale. Don't leave your children home alone, you never can tell what trouble they'll get into.
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