Thursday, July 13th 2005
"Billy... your sister's hurt honey," were Mom's first words when I picked up the phone.
"What's wrong? What happened?" I demanded, the hard-on throbbing in my hand completely forgotten.
"She fell... broke her leg, and her ankle... she just called from the hospital."
"So she's okay... crikee, I thought for a second you meant... hell, what'd she say?"
"She was doped up... she didn't make a lot of sense... I've just left work... I'll call"
"Can I help... I can come with you," I interrupted.
"I'm calling from the car... I'm already on I-65 honey, I'll be in West Lafayette in ninety minutes. I'll call you as soon as I'm there," she promised as she hung up.
Putting the phone down in its cradle, my other hand still absentmindedly stroking myself, I was stunned at how hard mom's first words had hit me.
She's just a little bitch, why should I care, I thought momentarily.
Yeah right, except you were jacking off to a picture of her when the phone rang you asshole, the other side of my brain answered. Like she's the most perfect, sexiest, nicest girl in this world. Allie, sweet Allie, I moaned silently as my hand starting pumping my fat cock...
Allison Mae Shepherd, actually Jones now since she'd married that loser just before New Years, twenty-two, just graduated with an engineering degree from Purdue, funny, cute, intelligent... fuck, I could go on and on... anyway, she was fated at birth to be the love of my life... the person who'd been destined to be my wife... the mother of my children... the...
Except that I just happened to be her brother.
That, at eighteen, I was four years younger than her.
That she was married to someone else.
That we hadn't said twenty kind words to each other in four years...
Most people would probably blame our estrangement on the afternoon four years ago when she'd arrived home unexpectedly and found me sitting on her bed with one of her bras around my neck while I was stroking myself with a pair of her favorite panties.
She hadn't been pleased! To say the least! Her shrieks had brought mom running, and then in the following hours and days, had told her girlfriends, the neighbors, my friends, our pastor, etc., etc., all about it, and each time she recounted it she embellished the tale. It hadn't been a particularly fun time for yours truly.
But that incident had just been the culmination of a long period of our growing apart. When she had grown older, when finally at twelve or thirteen her thoughts and interests had turned to make-up and boys and clothes and telephone conversations, she had found a younger brother trailing after her like a puppy increasingly irritating.
I didn't understand of course. Couldn't figure out why Allie didn't want to spend all her free time with me. Didn't understand why she'd snap at me for no reason.
I know now I must have been a horrid pest and that Allie had probably tried to be pretty gentle with her annoying brother. Her reaction to my exploring of her panty drawer was simply an explosion long coming.
Still it pissed me off royally and due to our respective stubbornness we'd never been able to capture the friendship and love of our youth after that day. She teased me for the balance of her senior year, never letting me forget the humiliation of that afternoon, often advising her friends when they were in our house to watch out for my little 'perv brother'.
And during her four years at Purdue, her short visits home never seemed to give us enough time to get to know each other again, to mend the wounds. I never stopped dreaming about her though, never could stop remembering the promise she'd made for the first time when I was maybe five and then was repeated countless times over the next three or four years: "Will, when you grow up I'll marry you and be your wife."
"You promise?" I'd always demanded in my little boy's voice.
"If you're good," she'd always answer and then give me a wet kiss on my cheek.
"She's going to be okay honey."
"Mom?" I asked as I held the phone to my ear.
"They operated... I saw the doctor... they've put in a metal plate... screws... she's in a cast..."
"What happened? How'd she break it? What'd she say? Will she be able to walk?"
"I just saw her for a minute... she's still groggy... has to sleep. I'll stay here for the weekend. Make sure that she's okay... you'll have to help Billy."
"What can I do? What do you need?"
"Allie won't be able to put any weight on the foot for at least twenty days... someone will have to"
"Doesn't she have a cast on it" I interrupted.
"Not a walking cast. An almost full-leg cast. You're going to have to come down here and take care of her."
"I've got work honey... I have to be back Monday."
"Can't we bring her home?"
"No, her doctor, everything is here."
"You want me to come down there and take care of her... alone... for three weeks?" I sputtered.
"I know you two aren't exactly best friends these days Billy... but she is your sister, and Johnnies away... you havvvve to help her," she said in a voice that brooked my argument.
Even if I had absolutely hated my sister I would have gone. I simply owed everything to my mom and couldn't refuse any request from the woman who'd raised Allie and I alone, a woman who'd slaved away to make a loving home for us after our father had died when I was three.
"When do you want me there?"
"She's going to be released Saturday, why don't you drive down Sunday morning and we'll spend the day together before I leave."
Johnny, Allie's numbskull husband, a nerdy, civil engineer who'd graduated from Purdue a year ago, was now in Iraq; part of a National Guard team helping to reconstruct the country even while the local assholes were continuing to blow it up.
Sis had married him at Christmas, a wedding rushed forward when an awestruck Johnny had received his call-up notice.
"I never thought I'd have to fight," he'd told me in the days before the wedding.
"Fuck, why do you think they've been training you, giving you money, you idiot," I'd responded, completely unsympathetic to this geek who was stealing my beautiful sister.
"I'm not a very good shot," he'd added in a whining tone.
"Better learn quick," I'd advised him, almost sick as I imagined his pale body on top of Allie's, his little prick penetrating the woman meant only for me.
Sunday, July 16th
As I drove down to West Lafayette that warm summer day, on the one hand pissed off my summer was going to be ruined, I also couldn't help but be excited by this unexpected opportunity that had suddenly presented itself.
According to mom, I'd have Allie to myself for a good three weeks. Could I finally succeed, I wondered as I approached her condo, my penis twitching and lengthening at the thought.
"Honey, you're here," mom said as she greeted me with a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Well, c'mon in. Go see your sister," she instructed as she pushed me towards Allie's bedroom.
"You came," she responded in a semi belligerent tone.
"A chance to help my wonderful sister. I flew here."
"How are you anyway," I asked, trying to inject warmth into my voice as I spoke.
"I'll live apparently."
"Don't sound so disappointed," sis groused.
"Allison! Your brother's willing to give up his summer to help you," mom admonished.
"Sorry," sis hissed but didn't sound it.
"I've written a menu for the next week... I bought the food this morning..." mom started. "Your sister can give you advice"
"Don't worry ma, we'll just eat pizzas and drink beer all week. Big Macs. And chocolate cake for lunch. We don't need a menu... Yuck, we definitely don't need this," I said pointing to the cauliflower and Brussels sprouts that sat on the counter.
"Billy," mom warned menacingly.
Sis's condo was on the fifth floor of a new development and her windows faced a large city park ensuring both privacy and a great view. A two bedroom, one and a half bath unit, I was to be relegated to the second bedroom, a room that had been converted to an office but had a single bed tucked into the corner.
The only shower and tub in the unit was in the ensuite bathroom that was attached to Allie's master bedroom so I'd have to use that when I wanted to wash.
Mom spent her final dinner with us giving me instructions for every possible contingency but I finally stopped her when she started to explain the disposal of Allie's 'waste products' as we were eating dessert. "I'll figure it out mom," I grumbled as I contemplated the bowl of chocolate pudding sitting in front of me.
"I'm not so sure about this," were Allie's last words to mom before mom left to go back to Chicago after we'd eaten.
"He'll be fine. Won't you sweetie?" she asked me.
"If she's good," I said with an evil grin.
With me on the sofa and Allie lying in bed, the two of us had a quiet evening watching TV in her bedroom, my few tentative remarks met by a glacial indifference that either reflected her discomfort from her still aching leg, or the fact she had to rely on me for the foreseeable future.
She finally shooed me out at ten thirty, claiming exhaustion and pain.
"Do you need anything? Water?"
"Shut up Will," she ordered, using the name she'd always called me.
"I love you," I said as I bent and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
The plaintive sobs of my sister broke through an erotic dream that had been starring her and woke me about two-thirty in the morning. My cock was still hard in my shorts as I rushed to Allie's bedside.
"Will? Is that you?" she whispered in the darkness.
"Uh huh, I heard you crying," I answered as I took her soft, trembling, little hand in mine. "What is it? What can I do?"
"You don't have to stay up. I'm fine."
"You're crying. Can I get you anything? Do anything?"
"It hurts... so much... and I'm not supposed to take another pill for two hours," she suddenly sobbed.
"Fuck that," I answered, "If you need one take one." After giving her another pill I held her hand until she fell asleep, then slept fitfully on the sofa in her bedroom the rest of the night.
Monday, July 17th
"You didn't have to sleep there," she started when she saw I was awake.
"And leave the beautiful princess all alone?" I asked, and then standing up quickly added, "And what would my lady like for breakfast? Your wish is my command."
"Are you going to try to be funny all the time," sis asked with a grimace.
"Yes fair maiden"
"Sorry. I'll try to be more serious," I promised with a grin.
"This is going to be a long summer," she muttered, then added, "you should probably put some more clothes on before you serve breakfast."
"You don't like my boxers?" I asked as I did a quick pirouette.
"They're not very modest," she answered, and for just a sec I saw the sly, quirky grin I recognized so well from our youth. "What's so funny?" she asked when she saw my amused look.
"Nothing, nothing. Let me just have a pee and then I'll see to your breakfast... Do you need..."
"The pan," she said pointing. "And some paper."
"This is disgusting," I said as I carried the smelly container to the bathroom, one hand holding my nose as the other held the offending pan as far away from me as possible.
"You're a big baby," Allie said smiling.
"It's pitiful. Me, William M. Shepherd, brilliant scholar, reduced to cleaning the bottoms of ungrateful wenches."
She was laughing when I departed for the kitchen. I knew then that somehow we'd be okay.
We spent the rest of the day in each others company, talking or reading or eating or watching TV but always aware of the other.
"Mom said you might not come to Purdue," she said with a question in her voice late in the afternoon.
"Georgia Tech offered me a full scholarship," I answered.
"So did Purdue. All our family's gone here; I don't understand..."
"I haven't decided yet," I stalled.
"Is it because of me?"
"You dislike me so much you can't even come here? You won't have to see me if you don't want... I'm not that bad."
"Maybe it's because I like you too much."
"I want you to come."
"I don't know," I answered.
"What are you looking at," she asked later when she heard me chuckle.
"What a nice sister you once were. Look," I said as I stood and moved to her bed, the album of old family photographs in my hand. "Look at that costume I'm wearing," I laughed as I pointed to a Halloween picture of the two of us when I was about seven. "Remember?"
"Of course. I made it for you," Allie said as she took the book from my fingers. "Here, sit beside me," she ordered, "and watch out for my leg."
"You always were bossy," I laughed as I sat next to her. "Look, we're holding hands, and see, you thought you were a little princess even in those days," I said as I pointed to the costume and crown she was wearing.
"I was a princess."
"You were nice in those days," I remembered aloud as I put an arm around her shoulder.
"That was before you became a pest," she said as she smiled up into my eyes.
"You're so pretty when you smile."
"I loved you so much in those days. You were my little man."
"You said you'd wait and marry me... and now look, I've been deserted for the first pretty face that came along."
"Johnnie isn't pretty"
"That's for sure," I groused. "You should have waited."
"I might have," she laughed, "that is, if you hadn't become such a pervert."
"It's your loss."
"Maybe it was," Allie answered with more than a touch of regret in her voice.
Wednesday, July 19th
"You know, you don't have to stay in with me all day, every day," Allie said as I went to spoon a mouthful of corn flakes into her mouth the next morning. "Or sleep on that uncomfortable couch."
"And if there's an emergency?"
"Jill promised to come over for a couple of hours at lunchtime... you can at least get out for a while."
"Maybe I'll take your Purdue library card and get some books. Now eat up," I ordered as I delivered another mouthful.
"Bath time," I announced when I reappeared a half hour later, a large bucket of steaming water, a sponge, towel and washcloth, and a clean set of sheets in hand.
"Oh no. You can't, you just can't!" Allie said adamantly.
"Your sheets are dirty, the room smells... you're starting to stink," I answered as I dropped the clean sheets on the chair.
"I can wash myself. Just give me a damp washcloth."
"At least there's a breeze today," I answered, ignoring her comment as I opened her bedroom window and the patio door.
"Can't we do it later," she whined as I gently pulled the top sheet off her body and threw it on the floor. "At least shut the curtains."
"We're on the fifth floor... looking out over a park," I said as I lifted her head and shoulders off the pillow and untied the blue hospital gown she'd been wearing.
"Just don't say anything... anything bad... don't try to be funny," she threatened as I slipped it off her shoulders and bared her completely.
Keep cool, I tried to instruct myself as my eyes feasted on my sisters beauty. "You're white," I stammered as I dipped the hand sponge in the basin of warm water and then ran it up one of her arms. "Not too hot?"
"No," she whispered, "Its okay. I haven't been out in the sun at all this summer, been working too hard," she explained as I ran the sponge over her full, firm breasts, my arm trembling as it moved. White, pink capped beauties that I was dying to taste. Her nipples were straining upward, hard little pebbles that ached for my lips.
My prick was throbbing in my pants as the sponge slid off a breast and down towards the lightly haired vee at the junction of her legs. "You shave," I said nonchalantly as I dipped the sponge in the water and then brought it dripping to her mound.
"I haven't for a while... it looks funny short like that," she replied nervously, trying to act naturally, as if nothing strange was happening, as if we were just talking about the weather, not about her thin coating of soft, curly pubic hair.
"I'll have to soap you... then rinse you again," I said apologetically, then put my hands in the water and then grabbed a bar of soap and lathered them up.
She just nodded as my soapy fingers slid across her skin, but couldn't help gasping as I cupped and lathered her breasts. Moving her gently onto her side I caressed her back, then slid my fingers lower.
"I have to wash your rear, you're dirty," I apologized as I ran my soapy fingers down her crack.
"Unnh," she grunted lightly as I pushed a slippery finger into her anus and then quickly withdrew. I then slid my palm over her firm cheeks before I again slipped my big finger inside her bum.
"Willllll," she groaned as I pumped my digit," don't... it"
"Sorry, I'll just be a sec," I apologized again even as she seemed to push back against my penetration.
When she lay back onto her back she actually spread her legs as my hand moved across her hips and towards her center, and then said nothing as my fingers spread her nether lips and started to clean her. Just a light gasp escaped her when I pushed into her slick cave for the first time, when I felt her moist insides seem to clutch my thick finger.
Ten minutes later I was done, and Allie was again covered in a clean hospital style gown, crisp, clean sheets under and over her.
But I could smell her sex. Her need. Knew she sensed mine.
"You know sis," I said after finishing her, "being a male nurse does have some rewards."
"I knew you couldn't stay shut up," she said huffily but with a glint of excitement and hunger in her eyes.
Thursday, July 20th
"Finally," I said laughing, "a chance to investigate your lingerie drawer. No mommy to protect you now"
"Don't you dare!" Allie ordered from her bed, her eyes angry as I went through her chest.
"Eureka," I shouted when the third drawer I tried produced the bras and panties, hipsters, tangas from Brazil, boy shorts... the teddies, the nighties, the bustiers, the corsets...
"Will... please," sis begged as I upended the drawer on the bed.
"I've been waiting to do this for four years," I laughed. "God, what kind of weird, kinky sex life do you have anyway?" I demanded as I held up pair after pair of slinky, satiny panties
"God, you're still a bloody pervert."
"Me? And where do you wear these?" I asked as I held up a wispy, white lace thong and a crotchless black satin panty.
"None of your business."
"You two aren't swingers are you?" I teased.
"Bastard!" she griped as I rubbed the thong across the front of my jeans.
"You're still mad about that, aren't you? After all these years."
"What," I asked, looking up from my book later that afternoon.
"Me telling Mom."
"Telling Mom! Fuck, you told the whole world!" I growled, still angry after four years.
"Well it was your fault. What the hell, I find you rooting around in my panties, your thing sticking out... yuck... it was disgusting."
"I was just a kid. I didn't know any better."
"You surprised me. It scared me."
"You were eighteen!"
"I was a virgin."
"So you had to tell all your friends, all my friends, Christ, everyone in the neighborhood that I was a pervert?"
"Maybe I shouldn't have told everyone," she finally conceded. "But it was your fault."
Saturday, July 22nd
As we continued to talk the rest of Friday and into Saturday the walls between us crumbled lower and lower. The more we talked the more we realized just how much we liked each other, how much fun we had in each others presence. How physically attractive we found the other.
I washed her again Saturday. Allie made no protest when I arrived with the water and towels; in fact had her sheet thrown aside and had her gown undone by the time I arrived at her bedside.
We were both quiet as my hands fondled and caressed her slippery body. There was a palpable sexual tension between us as my hands worked her. We both knew this was far more than a simple bed bath.
She was silent until my finger found and pushed through her anus, then half whispered, "I don't like that... please... be gentle Will."
"You have a perfect bum Allie," I whispered back as my other hand fondled her firm cheeks, my big finger still buried deep.
"I don't. Is it all clean yet?" she asked as she wriggled under my touch.
"Yes," I announced as I gave her a light slap on her pink butt.
"Other side... turn over," I ordered as I gently pushed on her hip.
"I can do it."
"Not as well as I," I answered as I spread her lips, opening up her labia and exposing her now unhooded clit.
"You're beautiful," I whispered reverentially as a finger gently brushed her little erection.
"I'm not... Willlll," she moaned as I slipped inside her.
"I'm just washing you," I assured even as I pushed a second long finger inside her slippery cave.
"You're not," Allie protested as my thumb lightly circled over her moist clit.
"Hurry," she moaned as her insides tried to clench my fingers.
I was given Saturday evening off as three of Allie's friends had promised to come over for dinner and keep her amused in my absence.
I went barhopping, just hoping to find someone to help me release some of the sexual tension that had been building in my body.
"Is that you Will?"
"Yes, sorry," I mumbled as I bumped into the end of sis's bed.
"What time is it?"
"I don't know... Two, two-thirty, something like that."
"Are you drunk?" she asked as she clicked on the bedside lamp.
"No, no, I just had a couple of beers... Did you have fun with the girls?"
"Not as much fun as you look like you had," she said grinning at me. "Where'd you go?"
"Downtown... a student bar," I answered as I looked down at sis in the dim light.
"Who were you with? You smell like a perfume factory."
"I gotta go piss first," I mumbled as I undid my belt and headed towards the bathroom. I left the door open, knew she could hear my stream of thick piss as it arched through the air before splashing loudly in the bowl.
I knew she could see me in the dim light as I flicked my now semi hard cock, releasing the last yellow drops before slipping him back into my boxers.
"So?" she asked as she watched me as I let my jeans slip down my legs, stared as I stepped out of them as I pulled my t-shirt over my head.
"Let's talk tomorrow, okay? I'm really bushed," I answered as I stretched sinuously in front of her. "How's the leg tonight anyway?"
"Good... no pain, it just itches."
"You'll be running in days."
"Night sweetie," I said as I leaned over and gave her a quick, soft kiss on her lips.
"Ugh," she said teasingly, "you taste like a brewery."
"You taste like heaven," I laughed.
Fifteen minutes later, as I lay restlessly on the sofa bed, just an arms length away from her, unable to sleep, my hard cock in my hand, she whispered, "Are you still awake?"
"Thanks Will. You've become a pretty nice guy you know."
Yeah, except that I was ready to climb up on her bed and screw my married, broken legged sister until she screamed for mercy...
Sunday July 23rd
"So where'd you go last night anyway," Allie asked as I fed her the next morning.
"Hooligan's, they had a band... all sorts of students..."
"How did you get in? God, I never got into a bar when I was your age," sis complained.
"That's because you were Miss Goody Two Shoes," I answered smiling.
"I was not. Don't they ID you?"
"Don't I look twenty-one?" I asked as I pulled my wallet out and showed her my false ID.
Her, "Where'd you get that?" was only met by my smug smile.
"Did you meet anyone? You smelled like someone had sprayed you with perfume when you got in last night."
"Its called dancing sis... now that you're old and married maybe you don't remember..."
"Who was she?"
"Just a student. Janey something, just finished third year Civil, she's"
"Third year! Why's she dancing with an eighteen year old?"
"Some females find me attractive dear sister. In fact, I've been told more than once that I'm quite a man, a real stud, a"
"Did you sleep with her?"
"No my beautiful Allison. Even though my date did offer to cook me breakfast I had to refuse... my poor sister sick, all helpless at home... how could I"
"She must be a slut."
"Gosh, and you a female graduate of this fine school. You know there's no such thing as a Purdue slut... they're all lovely, sweet girls, just like you," I answered. "I wanted to though," I added with a grin.
"Sleep with her. She was nice, really nice... and she had beautiful tits," I said, laughing now.
"God, you men are pigs," she accused.
"It was your fault."
"I got so horny washing you yesterday..."
"You did not."
"She wasn't as pretty as you Allie," I teased, "her breasts were nice but not as big, and her nipples"
"Shut up, leave my nipples alone," she ordered roughly, but I could see the excitement in her eyes.
"I'll let mom wash you next time then," I threatened.
"No, don't," she started before the blush of embarrassment flooded her face.
"So you like it when your little brother washes you, do you?" I chuckled.
Mom arrived that evening, driving down from home after a weekend of working overtime.
"It was okay, I get Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday with you guys and I got paid double time for the weekend," she told us.
"I'm almost glad Allie got hurt," Mom told me as we sat talking Wednesday night after sis had gone to sleep.
"At least you two are talking again. In fact your sister told me today when you were out that you've turned into quite a man. That she'd forgotten how much she used to love you, how much she loves you now."
"We went through some of the old albums," I said blushing. "Pictures of her holding me when I was a baby, taking me to school, out on Halloween, Christmas... I'd forgotten"
"You used to follow her around everywhere," Mom said, remembering, a tear in the corner of her eye.
"She still shouldn't have told everyone in the world about me and her panties," I said with a smile.
"Thank you honey," Mom said smiling, "for everything. And you know, I think I agree with my daughter, you have become quite the man. I love you sweetie," she added as she pulled me into her arms and gave me a big hug.
"I love you too mom."
Thursday July 27th
Mom left at seven the next morning, just giving her enough time to get to her office in the city by nine.
"So you're stuck with me again," Allie welcomed me when I carried in her breakfast tray.
"Miss me?" I asked. We'd seen each other of course over the preceding three days but Mom had spelled me, both of them shooing me out, insisting I take a break after eight days of nonstop nursing.
"Hah! What'd you do anyway?"
"Nothing much... I saw Janey... I did see the Registrar for a few minutes yesterday," I said nonchalantly.
"YOU DID! Are you coming here?"
"Oh Will, that's great, I'm so happy."
"Well it is the family school..."
"It's because I'm such a nice sister. Because you love me. You could stay here with me."
"Huuh," I muttered noncommittally.
"So I guess mom washed you and everything," I asked after I'd fed Allie and cleaned the dishes.
"We didn't have time... I'm clean... I didn't need"
"You wanted your little brother to do it, didn't you," I smirked.
"No I didn't, it was just," she tried to explain as her cheeks turned a bright red.
"I don't mind wiping your pretty little rear end," I said laughing.
This was the third time I'd given Allie a complete body wash, the third time I'd let my hands slide caressingly over her wet body.
"Did you go out with Jane?" sis asked as my hands cupped and squeezed her firm tits.
"They're not as nice as yours Allie," I laughed as I tweaked each of her hard nipples in turn.
"Will," Allie squealed, but her protest sounded more like an invitation. She trembled the rest of the time I washed her, even arched her hips into my finger when it lightly ran up and down and into her pink slit.
"Where are you going?" she asked after I'd finished drying her and had started to head for the washroom.
"What?... No, you can't," she objected when I returned with my razor and a can of shaving cream. "Please Willy, no," she moaned as I slowly spread the thick cream over her mound. "I'm growing it back, I don't want," she pled as I ran the sharp blade through her short, light brown pubic curls.
"Beautiful, just beautiful," I told Allie as I stood back and observed the results of my barbering.
"You shouldn't have," she complained even as I held her hand mirror between her legs, letting her see her hairless mount. "I look like a little girl," she pouted.
"No you don't sis... nooo you don't!" I said as I spread her labia apart and she saw her pink insides reflected in the mirror.
"Give me my gown," she demanded.
"They're all in the wash... they won't be ready for an hour or so."
"Oh... maybe I should just put on a t-shirt."
"It's supposed to go to eighty-five today... you're probably better like that for now."
"Just keep the sheet pulled up; you don't want to overly excite your baby brother," I said as I grabbed the edge of the sheet and slowly moved it up her body, running my hands over her breasts as I tucked it under her chin.
"Well maybe it's okay for now... it is hot..."
I had no plans to replace the gown anytime soon.
"Are you a virgin still?" Sis, still naked under the sheet and not complaining about it, suddenly asked the next night as we sat watching a movie on TV. Seeing me shake my head she asked, "Who was it. That pretty girl at the wedding? Susie?... Are you still seeing her?"
"No, I gave her up the day after your wedding."
"Well, I looked up when you two guys were talking... after the wedding dinner... I just looked at her and realized she wasn't even close to being as nice as you..."
"That's crazy, she's sweet," she said as a blush spread across her cheeks. "So you didn't sleep with her?"
"Oh, I slept with her alright. She wasn't my first but she is way hot..." I said, the memory of Susie's body coursing through me.
"Who was your first? How many girls have you slept with anyway?"
I pondered her question for second after second, pretending to count my conquests on my fingers, and then finally announced, "Seven."
"WHAT! That's more than I have..."
"Well how many have you slept with?"
"I'm married. I'm twenty-two. It's private."
"One of your friends was my first," I bragged.
"Who was your first," I countered but she settled back on the bed mute, clearly unwilling to continue the conversation.
"I'm grabbing a shower and then hitting the sack," I said with a yawn when the movie ended just after eleven. I took my time in the shower, knowing that with the bathroom door halfway open that sis would get tantalizing glimpses of me through the steamy, pebbled glass.
"Night sis," I said as walked across the room, my damp body just covered by a small bath towel that circled my waist.
"Well, give me a goodnight kiss," she ordered as she lifted her head off the pillow. "You've grown" she whispered, "I mean your chest, your shoulders..."
"Night honey, luv you," I said as I lowered my lips to hers.
We both felt the charge of electricity that seemed to jump between our locked lips as soon as they met, both of us jumped backwards from the liquid connection.
"Jesus, who taught you to kiss," I tried to joke as I stood up and turned towards the sofa.
"What?" I asked as I turned back to her.
"Can I see it?"
"Well, you've seen me naked."
"I don't want to scare you, give you nightmares," I said grinning as I walked back to the edge of her bed, my thick cock jumping up to attention.
"You're so funny," she said nervously as her fingers sought out the knot holding my towel on. "Oh Jesus," she moaned as my long cock sprang upward and stood proudly before her as my towel fell to the floor.
"It's big. Bigger than... How long is it?" she asked even as her soft hand tried to circle its fat girth.
"Oh gosh, I shouldn't have..." she said as she released my cock "I'm sorry Will... I'm going to sleep... goodnight."
"Night honey," I whispered as my prick waved in front of me.
Oh fuck, I thought ten minutes later as my prick spurted cum into my sheets...
Sunday, July 30th
"Danny Smithfield," sis said out of the blue on Sunday afternoon as I sat reading an introductory Quantum Physics text.
"What?" I asked looking up.
"Danny Smithfield... he was my first."
"He wasn't! That little prick," I groused. "How old were you? When?"
"Senior year. The night of the senior prom."
"But... shit, did you love him?"
"I was eighteen... a virgin... all my friends had done it... I was going away to university... I was horny."
"Yes," she smiled.
"Did you like it? He sorta disappeared after high school."
"He went east for university... and no, it wasn't that great," Allie said, smiling as she remembered. "We were both virgins... didn't have a clue. The first time we did it in his dad's car"
"His car?" I interrupted.
"And he ejaculated before he got it in me... it was on my legs, the car seat... he was worried about getting the car stained... then the second time he tried it hurt... I was jammed against the window... my head"
"Jesus," I muttered.
"It wasn't that bad. We did it three or four more other times before he left. We got a little better at it," she said, laughing now.
"Then who was your next?" I asked.
"Unh, uh, little brother. Now it's your turn."
"Gloria Clark," I blurted.
"Whaaaat? My friend Gloria? She's my age. How... when?"
"Last fall. Just a week after my birthday. I met her in town one day. Just by chance. She asked about you. It was dinnertime... she'd just finished work... we talked... then somehow ended up at her place eating pizza and drinking beer."
"That slut. And she used to be my friend," sis fumed.
"She was nice. Said she'd give me a special present for my eighteenth birthday."
"She was gentle... told me to take my time... praised me... put me in her mouth... my first blow job," I laughed, remembering the feel of Gloria's mouth as she swallowed me.
"She was able to get it all in... I mean, did she?"
"Yes. And then we made love... like about six times... god we woke every neighbor in the building."
"You couldn't have done it six times... its impossible," sis argued.
"I counted. I came six times," I insisted, "but she came about twenty times. She was thrashing and yelling like a wild woman..."
"Did you and her ever do it again or"
"Christ, we were doing three or four times a week for three months," I boasted. "Then all of a sudden she met some rich guy at work, got engaged, then we couldn't do it as often."
"You still slept with her? After she got engaged?"
"Not that often."
"So who was your second? How many have you had anyway?" I asked.
"Not as many as you."
Monday, July 31st
For the rest of Sunday and most of Monday we talked about our love lives, traded sexual secrets like gossiping thirteen year old girls. Oh, we talked about other things, but invariably would return to our past partners.
"We shouldn't discuss this, its wrong," Allie giggled Monday morning.
"Maria Hume," I said.
"Who? I don't know"
"Mrs. Hume, the music teacher," I said with a smirk.
"You liar... she's like... like forty."
"She turned thirty-six in March."
"Mrs. Hume's musical specialty is blowing horns you know," I said with a leer.
"She didn't. You're lying, aren't you?" she asked and in her excitement let the sheet slip down below her breasts, which just happened to be jiggling delightedly.
"She actually had a couple of areas of sexual expertise my dear Allison," I answered, "in fact there are quite a few things to be said in praise of older, more experienced women."
I told her... in detail...
"God, you are a pervert," she said when I'd finished.
"What about Johnny?" I asked, wondering if she'd talk about her husband.
"He's my husband. I can't"
"Is he good in bed?" Is he big?"
"You're bad," she answered, her shining eyes full of mischievous excitement.
"As big as me?"
"That's not fair. You're deformed."
"What?" I croaked.
"Well you're bigger than anyone I've been with... or seen... you're like those guys on porn sites... you're not normal..."
"No ones complained before," I said in mock anger.
"Do you suck him?"
"No... well sometimes... he likes it when I"
"Do you lick it... like a chocolate ice cream cone... or suck it in deep," I teased.
"Does he make you come?"
"What?... you mean"
"I mean an earth shattering orgasm... I mean does he make you thrash wildly as he fucks you, make your juices flow?"
"I don't have orgasms."
"I don't have"
"Well, I think I did once... maybe... but not with Johnnie"