This is a true story. I am not serial gigolo, so mail directed to those ends will be universally disregarded. I have to add - this is not exactly a stroke story. Let’s just say that in a lot of instances, I was in the right place at the right time with the right people. As it is, I was amazed at the details of my life I remembered – although as I remembered chronologically, more details came to the fore. © Hellraser 2014
If you followed my other looong story of growing up, there are some side trips that I can expand on now.
Sis got married very young... 16 young and was banished from our house by our bitch of a mother. Sis married a guy I’ll just label as ‘B’. She would probably never have taken the plunge except for the constant pressure from the bitch to marry HER choice of eligible, wealthy farmer’s kids. That’s what the bitch was all about. ONLY the wealthy need apply. No wonder she left at the first opportunity. It didn’t help that Sis got knocked up really soon thereafter – whether it was her wedding night or the back of her boyfriends pickup ... who knows?
I think a little background is due here, assuming you haven’t read my previous history. Our mom was a bitch ... there wasn’t any other way to describe her. Her idea of cooking was to burn everything. I don’t recall ever seeing a pork chop fried so hard you could pound nails with it. Dad never commented and he had his reasons. Desserts? If we [family] wanted any, it was up to Sis and myself to make them. Sis RARELY called me Buck, it was always ‘Baby Brudder’ and that stuck with her the rest of her life. I remember having two birthday parties the whole time growing up and they were Sis’ idea ... she baked the cake and invited what few kids there were in our neighborhood. The bitch was more concerned over how much the kids DIDN’T pay for my gifts. Hell, this was the 50’s and money didn’t grow on trees like in the bigger cities. 95% of us all wore hand-me-downs.
For some reason, at about age 5, we must have come into some money somewhere, somehow because we had the biggest Christmas we’d ever had. I got an electric train that had a light and smoked if you put this special oil in the smokestack. I got a puppy, a boxer. As this was a ‘super boxer’, he grew the size of a great Dane and was my protector. He walked me to school, waited for me at recess and got between me and the bitch when she was in her normal foul mood. This lasted til school was out for 1st grade and he disappeared. Dad finally told me years later the bitch threatened to leave him if he didn’t get rid of ‘that damned dog’. I was hers to torment while Dad was at work and she didn’t need anything protecting me.
The bitch was a holy terror as long as Dad was out of the house working. From my earliest memories, Sis was labeled a ‘whore’ by mom and beaten or slapped around. I was beaten for things real or imagined several times a day and Sis was there to console me. Sis was at least smart enough to make herself scarce most of the time. The bitch barely tolerated her. Alone, she was free to do whatever she pleased to me without witnesses. Sis and I slept together at night as often as possible and comforted each other. Neither of us were allowed to have friends over and I was rarely allowed to leave the yard.
Dad worked long and hard. He started with an oil company that was just getting off the ground after WW2, working his way up to the point he tested and signed purchase orders to buy crude oil for their refinery. Unfortunately, his job often took him out of town for days at a time. This tale isn’t about my mom, per se, so read the 1st chapter of My Youth if you want gory details.
Sis remained my best buddy throughout her life. In my mind, she was the most beautiful girl/woman I had ever known. Red hair, a BIG bustline and slender hips, the high school boys followed her like puppies. Her first husband enlisted in the Air Force and got stationed in El Paso, Tx. I was really young at the time but we made frequent trips to Texas to bail them out of financial problems ... seems the hubby liked to gamble, drink and party. Unfortunately for Sis, B had no qualms about leaving the house, my new nephew and the bills for her while he did what he wanted. After serving his hitch, he decided that coast to coast trucking was going to be his new way of life. Actually, the asshole considered himself a coxman and really never attempted to hide the fact. I’ll admit, he was a big guy. Even as a young adult, I could put two fingers through his his high school ring. They never live any one place too long and by this time, Sis had two more kids. B was a driver for a union firm and his seat partner was a guy from our old hometown. B and Sis were now in a ‘rent to own’ acreage and B gone the majority of the time, leaving Sis to handle the place, the kids, a horse and a couple of head of cattle. His partner married a hometown girl the same time B married Sis [I think there was a shotgun involved as THEIR girl was a little older. Almost a year older than my oldest nephew]. His wife Retta was nice, but a tad on the homely side -skinny to the point of bony, flat chested and no ass. Their daughter was exactly the opposite – drop dead sexy from the time she was twelve on and hell on wheels to boot.
My Dad was in surgery to try to remove a brain tumor. Sis and hubby ‘B’ came to be with the family. Dad was convinced he wouldn’t survive it, no matter what. The bitch told him and the rest of the family she didn’t sign on to take care of an invalid which really distanced her from everyone but my older brother, her favorite. I had a very successful rock band and was making scads of money – soo, I was chosen to foot the bill for feeding nine of us. B and I were delegated to hit a hamburger joint and buy food for those in our waiting room. Lo and behold, we were no sooner away from the hospital when B started bragging about all the pussy he was getting on the road. Knock me over with a feather. Did this asshole KNOW who he was talking to? I had no qualms about telling him what a total low life he was. His reply was he did what a ‘real man’ would do. I never thought much of him as a man OR a husband before so how could I think of him that much LESS now, but it kinda makes you wonder why Sis dipped so low in the shallow end of the gene pool. I resolved to just ignore this dickwad for the rest of my life. Dad survived surgery but we were told he had maybe a year to live and I was bound and determined to spend all the time with him he had left. The strangest thing happened – Sis and I were cut out of Dad’s will, leaving everything to the bitch as executrix and my older brother. Dad had told me something 180 degrees different. I smell bitch here.
Monthly Reserve meeting...
B and his buddy had been gone three weeks and I was entertaining my niece and nephews at Sis’ house. B’s partner’s wife we’ll call Retta came to visit, the kiddies left to play with friends so we broke out the beer. Don’t ask me how or why but the topic of conversation turned to breast sizes. [More background here – Sis had humongous tits by now, like cantaloupe sized tits, gaining at least a cup size per kid. Poor Retta, on the other hand, was still near flat as a board.] Imagine my chagrin when asked WHAT SIZE BREASTS TURNED ME ON!! Maybe too much beer but I could still hold an adult conversation ... yeah right! I stepped back and looked at both women. Sis pulled her shoulders back and thrust those melons right at me.[I hope the drool didn’t show] Poor Retta had more bra than boob but her top was tight and she had a bulge under each armpit.
“Retta, I’m going to touch you. Sis, move out in front of us, please.” Retta was a little hesitant as her hubby was known to be a jealous asshole, even if she KNEW he ran around on her.[and later, according to her, RARELY touched her] I had Retta scoot forward on her chair a bit so I could get behind her. “Hon, put your hands on your hips and keep your elbows out.” This gave me access to her underarms. I pushed those bulges in and forward and all of a sudden, she gained a cup size.
Sis wouldn’t believe what she was seeing and Retta only felt her bra get tighter. We must have had too much beer because Sis talked Retta into taking her top off. She only agreed if Sis did the same thing. Looking at Sis, I mean REALLY looking at Sis, I never knew they MADE bras that big. Sis did drop the fact that she wore an E cup now. [Other than the natural pull of gravity, Sis’ tits stuck straight out. This was before implants became a reality.] After taking her top off, I re-pushed her bulges. Retta looked down to see boob punching out of her bra cups. “I can’t believe it! I don’t bulge out like this even if I’m wearing an underwire push-up bra. I got TITS!!” Sis added “Have you ever been fitted for a bra?” “No, I’ve just thrown a tape measure around me and went with that. I haven’t changed cup size since since high school. I’m surprised I had enough to nurse my daughter.” Retta had to hit the bathroom to check herself out in the mirror. She ran back in the room and laid an open mouthed kiss on me, like she was trying to swab my tonsils. Sis just had a smokey look in her eyes.
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