Chapter 4

In the last chapter, I told you about my following my older sister Maria to the house of ill repute down by the river and learning that she was dancing in the nude and making the male customers happy with a little bit of loving upstairs if you had enough money to pay the fee. I knew that technically made her a whore but I thought it was just a fad she was going through making money just doing what came naturally and she really like doing that stuff with strangers rather than her own brother because in her eyes it was a sin.

I did her in her back door entryway upstairs in the darkened room with her not even turning her head around to see who was making her take it from behind. All she cared was that I was using a rubber and I put the correct amount in the bowl on the chair. I remembered how tight she was and that she had sighed when she sensed I was coming in her bottom. I got out of there before she could discover it was her brother because I knew with certainty what her reaction would be and it would not be good.

She was the only one of my siblings that was not an American Citizen and she was really focused on finding an American to marry so she could get anchored in the county without the danger of being deported by the government.

Maria was a couple of tones lighter than the rest of us siblings and she could pass for white in general population. I think my father suspected my mom was putting out to some of the white boys at the place where she worked just before Maria was born. My mom usually smiled when that accusation came up and kept her mouth shut which was definitely a wise thing to do under the circumstances.

She also spoke English better than any of us because she was always ready to read a book or even do her homework at the Catholic school where the nuns enforced discipline with a hard ruler on the back of your hand.

I have to admit I felt a little guilty about what I did to my sister up in that darkened room but I was kind of forced into it just to see what she was up to with these dark skinned folks into stripping, and drinking and even smoking funny cigarettes. I was surprised it was so much on the edge of legality and I vowed I was going to get her out of that destructive cycle as quickly as possible.

Everyone in the family agreed that Maria was sort of “Boy Crazy” which was a nice way of saying that she had a tendency for nymphomania. I went and bought a textbook on the subject and found several cases studies that all said the person carrying this fetish around on their backs were generally women. The book said they were subject to a poor self-image and had a personality that thrived on sensuality and the power of attracting the opposite sex by enhancing their physical assets as much as possible. My sister had always been into fancy undies and cheap perfume and was always looking for ways to build her make-up skills with special tools and even taking classes in cosmetology to give her added ability to boost her image to men.

I remembered when we were still small and she would go into a hallway of another building and allow one or more of the boys to push up against her with her face into the wall. I hated to see that but couldn’t tear my eyes from the hands and fingers robbing her of her female dignity and personal self-respect. She would tell me not to say a word to our parents and that it didn’t mean anything because she hadn’t pulled her drawers down or anything dirty like that. I believed her but I probably shouldn’t have because her pulling down drawer’s days was soon to follow.

I found my sister a job working as a model in the newspaper because I knew it was the sort of work that she would find very interesting and she was still young enough and pretty enough to make a success at it. My mom was not very encouraging of it because she had heard stories of girls being taken advantage of in that industry. I totally turned her off because there was no way I could possibly explain that it was a thousand times better than her stripping and bending over in a darkened room to offer strangers a shot at her pussy or her butt hole because of her poor self-image.

The job was up in the garment district and I would go with her to help her with her changes and make certain she drank enough water and got her vitamins to walk the runway in a straight line. Most of the girls there had sisters or mothers to help them get ready for a showing but they allowed me because I was her brother and there was obviously nothing between us from the way she talked to me like I was her personal slave and not a boyfriend. Actually, I liked it because some of the other girls there wanted me to help them with my ready fingers to fit a pair of undies just the right way over their ass cheeks to show their backsides to best advantage. I sensed they like the little shot of adrenalin it gave them just before prancing down the runway from my fingertips on their pussy or ass.