Chapter 4

Harlan’s family exploded into a bickering match over whether or not Candy had officially stopped winking her pussy and asshole while the rest of them ate dinner. The excited chatter seemed dysfunctional, but it was apparent the family loved each other and were playful about their seemingly bizarre hyper-sexualized dinner-time competitions.

Barbara was becoming so uncomfortable being around these people that she could hardly eat. The food was like something she would expect to get at the fair from a vendor, not something placed on a dinner table.

While she felt like a snob, it was all just too much, happening too quickly. She’d asked to meet Dylan’s folks, not the Munsters! She certainly didn’t ask to see naked girls as if they were just regular people living their everyday lives!

This was Dylan’s sister, his aunt, and his own mom, too! The worst part was that she was secretly enjoying watching it. She was getting a vicarious thrill watching how these people embraced their trashy existence. She imagined herself being naked on the floor of her own home’s dining room, waiting to be fed scraps by Joe or her father and the thought made her pussy tingle.

It was just so wrong! She knew her father would want to pack up and move again if he ever found out what sort of place he’d moved them to. It was such a surreal fantasy and one that would have never been in her head until she came here that she felt immediately guilty just for dreaming it up.

She wasn’t sure what her father would think of Dylan’s family. She assumed he would think they were riff-raff and trailer trash and forbid her to hang out with them.

Once she’d gotten to know Becky, Harlan, and Tammy, she’d seen more to the Simmons family besides just trailer trash. Even Candy, who had been such a bitch to her, was somehow likable in a weird sort of way.

But she knew her mind was already on overload, and she needed a touch of normalcy again. Her stuffed animals and lacy comforter would be perfect right about now. Or a shower with the detachable sprayer at least. Barbara didn’t know if she wanted to be a ten-year-old again or a horny teen anymore.

If only Joe had been offended by what they’d been exposed to, she could have insisted they leave, but the grin on his face and the tent in his pants told her she’d be leaving alone if she left now. The most embarrassing part to her was that she’d noticed Joe’s erection and hadn’t stopped catching glances of it.

She knew she shouldn’t be looking, and she should have said something, but how? She wasn’t like these people. She couldn’t just casually tell Joe off for having a boner! She wished she COULD be so bold. She WANTED to be that bold, but she just couldn’t be. Right now, she certainly did feel too ‘delicate’ just like Joe always teased her for being.

“Oh my! I almost forgot I’m supposed to babysit tonight, Joe!” She pretended she’d just remembered an important employment date.

While it was true that she was supposed to babysit her first ‘client’ this weekend, it certainly wasn’t tonight. She just hoped Joe would back her up like he always did. She knew he didn’t know whether or not she was lying about having a job to get to.

“Is that tonight? I thought you said ... oh shit. Whatever. We’ve still got time to get home don’t we?” He asked, sounding really concerned for her. It warmed her heart that he was so concerned about her commitments - even make-believe ones.

They excused themselves feeling a little silly for asking, but they’d both been raised to never leave the dining table without permission. She was certain that at least one of these people would be pleased they were bailing early. More table scraps for one of the girls at least, she reminded herself so she wouldn’t feel so bad.

Joe hurried her out of the trailer, and she let him. It wasn’t until they were quite a long way down the road that she told Joe he didn’t need to hurry anymore.

“It takes fifteen minutes to walk home, then you have to shower and change! I know how you are, sis. Every pubic hair in place,” he laughed, having been affected more than he’d realized by Dylan’s family.

“Joe!” Barbara squealed in horror at what he’d said. It was unlike Joe to be so graphic with her. She knew he was that way around his friends but never with her before tonight.

“What? You know that the Harlan character certainly has a point. You girls are all the same in that you take forever to prepare for something that’s not even important. Why do you have to look perfect to meet any little kid’s parents anyway? They’ll be gone a minute after you arrive. Throw on a pair of jeans, a tee-shirt, and you’re ready!”

Joe remembered how Harlan had stressed that women were natural liars and manipulators. He had a few relationships end because he concluded the same thing about those girls.

“Am I really like those girls?” Barbara asked, realizing she’d fallen behind her brother. “I hope not,” she added as she hurried to catch up. “They’re just so...” Barbara didn’t know what word she was looking for, and Joe ended up making a suggestion for her.

“Transparent? They know they’re bitches, but they live in a way that addresses their failings,” he suggested.

“You think?” Barbara asked after a moment. She had been looking for something to describe the family, but that certainly hadn’t been what she’d been trying to pinpoint. Yet Joe’s summary was really accurate, she realized.

“Am I a bitch too, Joe?” She asked quietly.

“You’d have to be noticed before you could ever be a bitch, Barbara,” Joe laughed. You’re just too sensitive to be a bitch.”

“Thanks. I think, bro. But I don’t WANT to be so sensitive,” she blurted out suddenly.

After another moment’s silence where Joe didn’t answer her but kept up his brisk pace, she had finally had enough of trying to keep up with him. “Look, stop, for goodness sake! We’re not in a hurry anymore. I’m not really babysitting tonight. I lied, okay?”

“You? Lied? Not Barbara! Who ARE you, and where’s Barbara? Did I leave her there? Maybe I’d better go back and have a better look around?” He asked, raising his eyebrow the way he did when he wanted her to agree to something. “Do you think she went up inside Candy’s butt by mistake?” Joe laughed.

“No, I certainly did not, Joe! That’s so rude!” She admonished her brother but giggled a little at the way her brother was being more fun than she’d ever heard him be before. “I just couldn’t stay there a minute longer. Those guys are crazy! But I’m sorry I lied. Do you forgive me?”

“Actually, I really liked it there and not just the amount of pussy that ended up on display. They really love each other and aren’t afraid to be themselves. But I know it had to have been hard for you. I’m just surprised you didn’t bolt after the first minute there! Could you ever imagine me speaking my mind like that to dad? Could YOU ever imagine doing that? We just don’t have that sort of life, more’s the pity,” he lamented.

“Why not?” Barbara asked, surprising her brother.

“Huh? What do you mean, why not? There’s NO FUCKING WAY dad would ever be able to deal with that sort of shit!”

“I mean just us two. We could be like Dylan’s family and just be totally transparent with each other,” she suggested.

“I already AM transparent with you, sis. I already told you I kind of like the way they live. Maybe not with that many people in such a small trailer, but still ... so now, how about you be transparent with me too? Did you hate everything about them and their home?”

“No ... I imagined what it’d be like if you...” Barbara couldn’t bring herself to finish her thought.

“If I what, Barbara?” Joe asked, completely stopping so he could study his sister.

“You know...” Barbara answered.

“No, I do not know! That’s why I asked,” Joe said in frustration. “If you want to be transparent with me, you have to actually say what you’re thinking. I’m not a mind reader, and I’m not going to become one any time soon!” He said, sounding frustrated with his sister’s inability to even say what she was thinking when the two of them were alone.

“If you were like Mister Harlan. You know, like you’re being now. Expecting straight answers to hard questions or else,” she admitted shyly.

Joe thought about what she said and joked, “if you don’t tell me what you’re thinking, then I’m going to put you over my knee right here, right now, sis!” He couldn’t help smiling to show he was only joking, but Barbara was looking down and didn’t see his grin.

“Yeah, just like that, Sir. I need help to be more outgoing. I want to meet boys and be like Becky, but something inside me stops me,” she admitted shyly.

“You want to be like Becky?” Joe was flabbergasted. He hadn’t expected his sister to say that at all!

“Yeah. She’s just so confident. She didn’t mind being naked around her brother or anything. I just think I need that too,” she admitted, blushing scarlet.

“She did that because she didn’t have a choice. She’s OCD, Barbara. You’re just ... I dunno, just shy.” Joe stumbled for an answer.

“And I don’t want to be like that anymore! I could, you know ... let you tell me what to do like Mister Harlan does with his daughter and even his own sister! I kind of liked the way Candy heeded him. I could do that for you if you want me to?”

Joe didn’t answer for a long time, instead of thinking about what Barbara was asking. Barbara was starting to feel like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die the longer Joe was quiet. Eventually, she couldn’t take his silence any longer. “Joe?” She started, but Joe cut her off.

“Shush. I’m thinking. Keep your pie hole closed until I ask a question, okay?”

“Mister Harlan called it a cock hole...” Barbara replied helpfully.

“What part of ‘shush’ didn’t you understand? You just earned yourself a spanking when we get home, sis. Anyway, I don’t think you’ve ever had a cock in your mouth, have you?” He asked, this time expecting an answer.

“No, Sir. You know daddy wouldn’t let me date in Chicago. I had some boyfriends but he would never let me go out unsupervised.”

“So you’re a virgin too, then? Thought so. That disqualifies you from being like Becky right there and shows I was right for calling it a pie hole. You have to have sucked a guy off to have a cock hole, you know,” Joe spoke as if he was the voice of experience. At least he’d had sex before.

“So? Will you do it?”

“What? Let you suck my cock?” Joe laughed, knowing she meant the other thing. About him taking control of her and making her be open and honest with him.

“Okay,” Barbara whispered that she would suck her brother’s dick – right here and right now. At that moment it sounded impossible. She was betting everything he wouldn’t call her a crazy pervert. If Joe did, she would be crushed. She wouldn’t blame him for judging her – it seemed absurd to her, but she had all these mixed-up hormones and thoughts in her head.

“So, just like that, you are going to suck my cock?” Joe was shocked by his straight-laced sister. Everything had to be perfectly planned in Barbara’s head before she ever did anything yet here she was, willing to grant his request without hesitation.

“Yeah, I mean, is that what you want me to do, Sir?” Barbara felt conflicted. She had horny feelings she had never had before tonight that felt primal. Instincts that she wasn’t even aware she had yet were telling her that she should be dominated by someone stronger and wiser. She was also dealing with years of indoctrination by her mother and others that told her that good girls don’t do naughty things.

“If we do this, then there is no taking it back between us,” Joe looked in his sister’s pretty blue eyes. “We will always remember the time we crossed that line between brother and sister, and you sucked my cock. We may never speak of it again, but we’ll always know. Are you okay with that?” Joe asked as he took his sister’s hand.

It seemed he was ready for it to Barbara. She would never have considered anything sexual with a family member until tonight. The relaxed way that Dylan’s family joked about going down on each other had been the first time she had ever heard of that idea. It was so taboo and so naughty, and yet Joe was the person she trusted the most in the world.

She could tell him this crazy fantasy and know that he wouldn’t judge her – at least she hoped he wouldn’t. Any other boy might take advantage of her willingness to submit, and then once he got what he wanted, would just abandon her.

Joe had seen many episodes of Jerry Springer. He’d heard about families like Harlan on that TV show. He wasn’t sure any of them were real until tonight. He’d seen nephews that pimped out their aunts and cousins who put on strip shows together on a daily basis when he watched the trashy TV show. It had never been something he would have considered with his own sister, but now she was offering to blow him.

He pulled her behind a nearby tree out of sight of the road and other trailers. She didn’t resist. The trailers were packed tightly together along a narrow road. It was dark outside, and there were no street lamps nearby. There was still a risk of being caught in the act, and that may have been what made it seem appealing to both of them without them realizing it. Their adrenalin was pumping as hard as their teen hormones, and both of them were trying to make sense of it.

“Have you ever even sucked a dick before?” Joe asked again once they were at the tree. His sister squatted down and unzipped his jeans. She was incredibly nervous and worried she’d be caught, but once she unzipped his pants, she felt there was no going back.

“Yes, of course, Sir,” this time she lied, thinking that’s what he preferred to hear. She had been a tremendous prick tease, and she knew it. She had made out with boys before, but she had never given head to anyone. She’d never even let a boy get a finger inside of her. Barbara had had several steady boyfriends who’d got hot and heavy with her, but when she wouldn’t satisfy them, they quickly found reasons to break up with her.

“Who?” Joe asked as he looked down at his pretty sister’s delicate features washed in only the moonlight. She looked so vulnerable as if she needed him – needed his validation as much as his cock.

“Okay, I haven’t sucked anyone’s dick before,” she admitted as she fished around inside his fly and felt the weight of Joe’s cock. His manhood surged in her hand. She felt the veins in his penis and wondered how it would taste as she looked at the tip of it emerging out of his zipper. This was her first blowjob. She felt guilty and knew it was wrong. This was HER brother, and even if it wasn’t, she had been told giving head was something only slutty girls did.

She wanted to be slutty for once. She wanted to do it safely, and in private with someone she knew who wouldn’t blab all over school about it. She knew one day she’d be expected to give head to her husband, and it was something women did. It felt like it was time to learn how to do it.

She licked his dick like a lollipop – just the tip at first. It was a tease, but it was enough to make Joe smile. This was really happening, and it was blowing his mind.

“So why me?” he asked why she wanted him to be the boss of her. He wanted to understand why she had chosen to ask him. He assumed Dylan had far more experience with bossing around his sister.

“I barely know Dylan, Sir” Barbara put her tongue under the tip of his cock and washed the vein on the bottom of his dick with it. She could tell from the look of pleasure on her brother’s face that he liked that, and she continued as she pulled his dick further out of the zipper. “I trust you more than anyone except our parents. If you are going to make a plan for me, it will really be for my own good, Sir.”