Chapter 8: Sunday spit roast

Back when I was growing up there was no such thing as the internet, well certainly not available to 15-year-old children. The best you had was magazines and maybe a VHS tape if your parents were into that. If my parents had any form of porn, I never found it, and that was despite extensive looking.

It wasn’t that I enjoyed porn for the sake of porn it was more that I was curious about what people got up to and if there was something I should be doing. I was having sex on a pretty regular basis and most of the time enjoying it but was I doing it right? The boys all seemed to think so, but I suspect they were just happy to get between my thighs.

“Hey Julie what you doing this Sunday?”

I turned to see the smiling faces of Andrew and Steven O’Hare, two brothers who lived on the council estate a mile or so down the road. Andrew was in my year at school while Steven was the year above. They came from what is known as a broken family with just their Mum bringing them up, though they did more of that on their own. There were other older brothers and sisters but some of the older boys were in prison while at least one of their sisters was a gym-slip mother and had moved out a while back. She hadn’t even finished her final year at school before she was pushing a pram, proudly showing off her twins.

“Not a lot, why what did you have in mind?”

Now I have to admit here and now that both of them had fucked me over the past year but that didn’t make them special. What they said next however sent shivers running through me.

“Mum is staying at her boyfriend’s for the weekend and isn’t back until Sunday evening,” Andrew said with a smirk.

They both knew that my parents would never let me stay out that late on a Saturday night at 15, but Sunday lunchtime they wouldn’t blink an eyelid.

“We found Mum’s porn stash and thought you might like a look.”

It was well known that their mother was also a part-time porn actress as well as a part-time prostitute. The thought of seeing someone I actually knew in a porn film was enticing as I never got to see anything like that at home.

“Will see you at twelve on Sunday,” Andrew said still smirking.

“Oh and don’t bother wearing any knickers,” Steven laughed as they walked off.

Sunday couldn’t come round quick enough for me and at exactly 12 I knocked on their door and Steven answered it with a big stupid grin on his face.

“Are you?” he asked nodding downwards.

Stepping inside I shut the door and lifted my skirt to show that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He reached out and touched my pubic area as I opened my legs to allow him full access.

“You are wet,” Steven said quietly as he slipped his finger inside me making me groan.

Ushering me through to the front room, the curtains were pulled shut and the room was only lit by the television on which a sex scene was playing. Andrew was already naked, with his cock in his hand, which was a reasonable size for his age.

“Want a suck?” He laughed waving it in my direction.

“I want to watch.”

Steven was stripping off to be like his brother but I was quicker as I unzipped and let my dress fall to the floor before stepping out of my shoes. Not only had I not worn panties I had gone without a bra as well, which as I was well developed for my age it was only just practical to do so.

Sitting between them I said, “Not a word to anyone OK.”

“Sure,” said Steven placing my hand on his cock.

“Anything you want to do? ... or not want to do?” Andrew asked taking my other hand to replace his on his cock.

“No bum stuff,” I said firmly as it was still something that scared me a little.

Both of them looked a little disappointed but knew me better than to argue.

Working their cocks in unison I was glued to the screen. The camera work wasn’t brilliant and the only dialogue was the occasional grunt or groan with the odd, “You are so sexy,” thrown in at random. What was hot however was a couple of things.

Firstly was that the woman on the screen was Mrs O’Hare, a woman who I had known all my life and even talked to, albeit to say “Good morning,” or, “Good afternoon.” I hadn’t realised I actually met a real-life porn star.