Chapter 6

Other than feeling like things had been rushed, Tasha was more than satisfied with the manner in which she ‘became a woman’. At my request she moved over, so I could move over, so there was room for Jill to lie down with us. She was naked, too, so they made a Bobby sandwich, of sorts. Tasha and I were lying on our backs, and Jill was on her side, pressed against me and looking at the two of us.

“I’m a little envious of you, Tasha,” she said. Tasha turned her head and smiled.

“That’s silly. You have the life I wish I had.”

“No I don’t,” said Jill. “I hope you never have the life I’ve had.”

There was a short pause, during which Tasha got it.

“I’m sorry. I forgot about ... them. It seems like now is so perfect that I have put the past in a box and put it on a shelf so it won’t bother me.” She swallowed. “Even that’s stupid, because my past contains no pain at all, compared to yours.”

“You’re far from stupid,” said Jill, running her fingers up and down my sternum. “You’re just young, and that can’t be held against you.”

“Okay, sure, but I still have eyes and what they see when they look at you is a beautiful, confident, independent woman, who I wish was my sister.”

“I am your sister,” said Jill. “All us women are in this thing together.” She smiled again.

“All I know is that you’ve made my life better,” said Tasha.

“Thank you. Besides being jealous, I’m impressed that you aren’t screaming at me to get out of this bed.”

“It’s your bed,” said Tasha.

“Yes, but I feel like I’m poaching in your forest.”

“You mean because you have sex with Bobby?”

“Uh huh.”

“If you hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t be here right now, feeling luscious after what just happened. I owe you a debt of gratitude I’ll never be able to repay.”

“Letting me be here right now, like this, is all the repayment I want,” said Jill. “Can we possibly share him?”

“Of course,” said my sister, as if giving part of me away was like offering her a piece of pie she’d baked.

“Thank you.”

“That’s another thing,” said Tasha, rolling over so she could face Jill, across my chest. “You treat us like adults, which is unique among all the grownups I know. You let me make decisions – Bobby, too – that nobody else in the world would let us make. I know this is all wrong, that the world would destroy us if it found out, but this is what I want. And when I ask, why can’t I have what I want, you say I can. You make it just that easy. You tell us to go ahead.”

“Well, that’s only because I don’t think what you’re doing will hurt anybody,” said Jill. “If you wanted to knock off the Seven-Eleven I would tell you not to. And if you insisted on going ahead with it, I’d arrange to have you caught.”

“That’s harsh,” I said.

“No, that’s robbery, and you have no right to take other people’s property. On the other hand, you do have the right to be sexually happy. At least I think so.”

“Why are you envious?” asked Tasha.

“I lost my virginity with a boy named Jimmy Warren. We were both sixteen. It happened at a football game in November and it was about twenty degrees. He talked me into going under the bleachers with him and we necked. He slowly got his hands inside my clothes and I had stars in my eyes because I thought he loved me. He managed to get me naked in the freezing cold and then jam his pecker into me before I was ready. It hurt and I was freezing. The only good part about it was that he wore a condom and only lasted about ten seconds. Then I could get dressed again. I didn’t stay for the rest of the game because I couldn’t get warm again. The next day he broke up with me because he said I was a slut.”

“Fuuuck,” groaned Tasha.

“I want to hit him,” I said. “It’s over a decade later and I still wish I’d been there to hit him.”

“I got even,” said Jill. “I spray painted the classic GTO his father gave him neon pink, including the windows.”

“That’ll do it,” I said.

“I started to say that’s harsh, but then changed my mind, Tasha said. “He deserved it.”

“I thought so,” said Jill. “I really wish I could have lost mine like you lost yours,” she sighed.

“Put your hair in a ponytail and dress up like a cheerleader or something and pretend you’re a virgin,” I said. “We’ll go on a date and I’ll pop your cherry nicely.”

“One, I’ll never look that young again, and B, what kind of date could we go on? Do you want to take me to dinner, in public?”

“You can’t use logic with him,” said Tasha. “His head has always been in the clouds. He probably didn’t even get the non-sequitur you just used.”

“Even if it was a sequitur, whatever that is, I don’t care how young you do or don’t look,” I said. “I’d be so proud you were with me I wouldn’t even be embarrassed by the boner I’d have. You’re the most beautiful woman I know, and I think you’re the most beautiful woman in town. And I get what you mean about going to dinner. People would laugh at us because I’m a punk kid and you’re the woman all the husbands would be having fantasies about. And their wives would know it.”

“That’s not what I was thinking,” said Jill.

“She was thinking you’re black and she’s white,” said Tasha.

“Partly,” said Jill, with no guilt. “The main thing I was thinking was the difference in our ages.”

“Okay,” I said. “How about this? When I turn eighteen, just before I go to college, I want to take you to a fancy restaurant and have dinner. We’ll be all dressed up and it will drive people crazy. And after that I’ll find some bleachers and make love to you on a blanket or something.”

“Bobby!” groaned my sister. “You had a great start and then you drove into the ditch!”

“Deal!” said Jill. “You’re on.”

“Be reasonable,” said Tasha. “You know people will judge you. He’ll still be fifteen years younger than you and black.”

“People will think I’m a cougar,” said Jill. “Let them. It’s not like it will ruin my dating life, and it can’t affect my income. Fuck them, if they can’t take a joke.”

“I don’t want to be a joke,” I said.

She rolled on top of me.

“You know what I meant. Now, put that long, hard thing between your legs between my legs and let’s do the horizontal mambo.”

“See?” said Tasha. “Fifteen years older. He has no idea what a Mambo is.”

“I do, too,” I said, putting my hands on Jill’s butt. “It’s a deadly, black snake that lives in South America, or Africa or somewhere.”

“What an idiot,” sighed Tasha.

“I want you to put your black snake in my pussy,” cooed Jill. “I’ll take my chances that it’s not deadly, today.”

“Don’t encourage him,” groaned my sister.

“You make love with him the way you want to, and I’ll make love with him the way I want to,” said Jill.

“Well, seeing as how that has been the most interesting thing I ever saw in my whole life, go ahead. Just don’t let his snake bite you.”

Jill found the tip of my cock and pushed herself onto it.

“Here, snakey, snakey, snakey,” she groaned. She sat up. Her abdomen was so flat that I could see the outline of my cock under the skin. So, apparently, could Tasha, because she reached and traced that shape with one finger.

“Is that what he looked like in me?” she asked.

“I wasn’t paying attention to that,” said Jill. “I was too busy masturbating. I promise to look the next time you are in this position.”

“It looks so impossible,” said Tasha. “I mean just from the outline it looks too big to go in a woman.”

“That’s what makes him so much fun,” said Jill. She leaned down and kissed me with a peck. “Not the only thing, but one of the things.”

Then she started doing the Hula (or maybe the Mambo, for all I know) and I started trying not to cum until she got her cookies.

The hula is pretty devastating when you’re trying not to cum.

The fact that my sister (and new lover) was watching us made me want to cum, too.

I know it sounds silly to say things had changed as we walked back to our house. But it wasn’t just that I had gotten my prick inside my sister and blown a nut. That was there, but it was by no means the most important thing that had happened. That was all physical, and predictable. Something else had changed, though, on a visceral level, that is almost impossible for me to explain. It’s one of those “You had to be there” things. I had loved Tasha when we went over there. I had loved her for years, with some frustration, envy, rage, and other emotions thrown in. She was my sister and I had to love her. Now, though, there was a whole different kind of love that we shared. It was like we could hold hands mentally. Except that doesn’t explain it, either.

I’ll quit trying.

We walked home without speaking. When we got there Tasha faced me and said, “Please don’t ever get hurt or die. If that happened I’d go crazy.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said. I knew this was not the time for humor but I couldn’t help myself. “Please don’t ever get married so that after college we can live together forever.”

She didn’t laugh.

“I’ll do my best,” she said.

I know it sounds corny, and down deep I knew that wouldn’t happen. But we both had hope, then, and hope is very powerful. It’s a little like when a man and woman stand in front of their friends and relatives and make solemn vows to each other. That is supposed to last a lifetime, too, and fifty percent of the couples can’t pull it off. But in the moment, when they are saying those vows, they mean it with all their heart. If they don’t then the marriage is already over.

Tasha and I were “In the moment” as we spoke those words. We were closer, on that walk back home, than we had ever been before, and it was closer on a level that would last, even if we never had sex again.

That said, we both wanted to have more sex.

We had more that very night, in fact.

Again, it was late, and again Tasha came to my room. I had left my reading light on intentionally, but I had drifted off. I sensed, more than heard, her, and when I opened my eyes there was a naked Nubian princess standing there.

No words were needed. I made room for her and we kissed for ten minutes before anything more was needed. Our hands did slide over skin and those fingers both gave and got tactile sensations that caused chemicals to be produced and released into our bloodstreams. That’s what foreplay is for.

Next our hands drifted to sexual centers, and I left her mouth to go pay attention to her nipples. She made little noises as I sucked and pushed my finger into her hot pussy. Her grip on my prong was tight.

Then she pulled with that hand, until I was over her. She spread her legs and kept pulling, more gently.

I felt the tip of my prick sink into heat and pushed.

“I love this,” she gasped, as I bottomed out. “Wait a second,” she whispered.

I waited and she wanted more kisses.

Her pussy squeezed and relaxed. I moved my hips sideways a little, which mashed her clit.

“Now go!” she croaked.

So I went. I went fast, and I went slowly. I went in and rubbed, which I knew Jill loved almost more than anything else. Tasha loved it, too. I even pounded her a little, and she giggled at being bounced on the bed. I noticed, with the part of my mind that planned to do this again many times, that my bed was put together tightly, or whatever, because it didn’t make any noise at all.

The only problem was, every time she had an orgasm, she muffled her moans by biting my neck. She didn’t need to. Our parents were in a hotel room in Kansas City. She had four orgasms, because I kept thinking, “Just one more” and I felt like I’d been attacked by a starving vampire.

“I want to cum in you,” I whispered into her ear.

“Yes!” she said, as her arms and legs tightened around me.

This orgasm was different. I sighed as the floodgates opened but there was plenty of room in the pipe, or at least it felt that way. I felt like my cum was flowing, as opposed to spurting or jetting.

“So warm,” she murmured in my ear. “Don’t ever stop doing this to me, Bobby.”

I got off of her and lay beside her.

“What if you get married?” I asked.

“Then I’ll choose a man who will let you keep loving me,” she said. “I’ll make him promise that I can have you whenever I want you.”

“Whose babies would that produce?”

“I wouldn’t care,” she said. “I’m going to sleep with you, tonight. I wish I could stay and go to sleep with you all the time, but we’d get caught and they’d try to separate us. Tonight, though, I get to be with you like that.”

She got up and closed off her pussy by squeezing her nether lips together. She went to the bathroom and I heard her moan. When she got back she said, “I couldn’t keep you in me and you drained out. Put more in me. I want to sleep with you in me.”

So we kissed and engaged in more foreplay until I was able to mount her again. She opened her legs and her heart to me and I tried to fill her in both places. Again I rolled off of her gasping, and lay, looking at the ceiling.

“I want that every night!” she whispered.

I closed my eyes and slept with my sister for the first time since we were six or seven.

We arranged it so Tasha was somewhere else (probably visiting one of her friends), and when Mom and Dad got back from Kansas City I was the only one home. I was playing a video game and when they asked where Tasha was I told the truth and said I didn’t know.

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