Chapter 1

Freshman year (Lisa and Jamie’s freshman year) August

This and the following chapters are the result of a collaboration between a biological brother and sister couple who have been role playing sex scenes-- and enjoying real sex-- with one another since we were both in high school.

To the best of our recollection decades later this was the first one.

I was in the kitchen eating some corn flakes and contemplating finishing some chemistry homework that was due on Monday. More than that I was thinking about what I would be doing on my date with Michelle after work tonight. Saturday was one of the two busiest nights at our family restaurant. But, mom and dad thought it was important for us to have a fairly normal social life. So, neither I nor my sister were required to work both nights. This week I had worked dinner on Friday, and would work a lunch shift today.

My annoying sister Lisa and her equally annoying best friend Jamie apparently decided that I was enjoying too much peace and quiet in the kitchen. They quit making noise in Lisa’s bedroom so that they could come out to the kitchen and make their noise closer to me. Oh well, listening to their bickering and silly commentary on people I knew from school was more interesting than reading about precipitation of solids from a solution– or whatever it was that I was supposed to be studying. My text book remained closed.

School had just started for the year and it was still pretty hot and plenty humid in this part of Missouri a little bit West of St Louis. So neither my sister nor her best friend were ever wearing very much. This morning, however, they were dressed up a little bit nicer than their standard wardrobe of cutoff t-shirts and gym shorts. So much nicer in fact that it caused my mind to wander to a place that it probably shouldn’t go with my sister in the leading female role...

Even though Lisa was quite attractive...

I mean ... objectively speaking...

But, I would ever have told her so.

Jamie on the other hand is my second cousin. When our ancestors settled here in this valley– because the topography was similar to the upper Rhine– so many of them married their first cousins that new state laws were passed banning the practice in order to force economic integration. Since we were close together in age Jamie was fair game ... Well legally speaking she was fair game. I think that practically speaking it would have been rather awkward since she was attached to Lisa by some sort of supernatural force field.

Were I to do Jamie, Lisa would probably be right ... yeah ... nevermind.

The dresses that they were wearing– Lisa’s was a subtle peach and Jamie’s a very light camel were sleeveless and exposed the two young women’s collarbones while nicely framing their dark blonde hair. The dresses weren’t fancy but with plenty of tuck at the waist, they were proportioned to show off the wearer’s hips and bust. Plus the fabric was thin enough, and pulled tight enough, that I could clearly see that neither of them were wearing bras or panties.

I looked down at the hemlines of the dresses and enjoyed the way that their ankles and bare feet moved in and out of view as they padded into the kitchen to grab a couple of bowls and spoons before coming and sitting on each side of me at the breakfast table.

My sister smiled somewhat awkwardly– it was a look that I knew very well because it usually preceded something totally off-the-wall.

Lisa began pouring corn flakes into her bowl.

Jamie said; “Guten Morgen,” good morning in German.

“What?” I said.

Sure enough it was another one of their silly games. The girls were both taking Frau Schmidt’s Freshman German just as I had two years ago. Although it was odd that either of them would actually be studying for a class on a Saturday morning in August.

“Sir, hätten Sie einen Dollar?” Jamie said in an odd– it was probably meant to be German but sounded more Pottsylvanian– accent.

I did not reply.

“My friend asking, ‘do you have a dollar?’” said Lisa, mimicking Jamie’s bad ‘Rocky and Bullwinkle Show’ accent.

“Not on me,” I said, sweeping my hand over the t-shirt and gym shorts that I was wearing.

“No pockets ... But there’s probably a couple dollars in change in the jar.”

Jamie walked over to the Mason jar on the counter that probably contained five or six dollars in assorted change– mostly pennies. She very carefully counted out four quarters and showed them to Lisa as if they were some sort of treasure.

“Vier Reichsmark,” Jamie said as if she were amazed.

“My friend saying, ‘you must be rich.’”

“Er kann ein sehr nettes Mädchen für einen RM bekommen...” (He could get a very nice girl for an RM. Why so much? He just gives us ... why. Ask him what it is we have to do to earn it.)” ... was wir tun müssen, um es zu verdienen”

“What you like,” Lisa said, “that we earn this dollar?”

“Earn...?” I asked, wondering what the hell they were up to now.

“Will er uns beide fleischlich?” (Does he want both of us carnally?)

“You–” Lisa started to ask.

“Oder vielleicht will er uns miteinander zusehen.” (Or maybe he wants to watch us with each other.) Jamie interrupted.

“Ja, Männer mögen das,” (Yes, men like that), said Lisa.

“Ich mag es,” (I like that), said Jamie.

“Ich kann dir sagen, dass du es tust,” (I can tell).

“Bitte schlagen Sie es ihm vor,” (Suggest it, then.) said Jamie plaintiffly.

Okay, my sister is strange. But this was a new level. This strange was stranger than her normal strange. They obviously weren’t practicing for school...

On the other hand, maybe it wasn’t any stranger than strange. It would be just like my sister to ignore a real classroom assignment in order to go off on some bizarre tangent only marginally related to the assignment because it interested her. She frustrated our parents to no end. They both thought that she probably could be the valedictorian in four years if she concentrated on what was important to other people and put a little effort into it.

Maybe ... she wasn’t dumb. But I could also see her flunking out of high school if she put just a tiny bit less effort into it.

“My friend ask...” Lisa said her voice trailing off and becoming quieter, “How we can please you, sir.”

“By staying right here at the table and finishing your corn flakes ... While I go and take a shower.” I said giving the politically correct answer...

As opposed to ... well ... saying something akin to: “Well, Jamie, since you asked, could you get down on your knees underneath the table and–”