Chapter 5

Friday Morning

Helen's screaming startled Jason, abruptly wakening him. Slipping into a pair of sweats, he rushed from his room following Helen's cries. Marie was cradling Helen to her bosom when Jason stopped at his mother's bedroom door.

"Mom, what happened?"

"Jimmy was in an accident last night. Mrs. Islander just called Helen from the hospital to inform her."

"But why would she call at this hour?" Jason asked not fully understanding.

"Jimmy is her escort to the hop this evening."

"Well, can't she get someone else to escort her. Heck, she's pretty popular." Jason didn't see a problem because she had many friends.

Helen rose quickly and screamed at him, her face wet with tears, "I JUST CAN'T GET ANYONE TO ESCORT ME, JIMMY'S MY FRIEND." Dropping her head heavily to Marie's bosom, she began sobbing again.

His eyes went to Helen when she rose and he wasn't aware if she could see the redness in his face. He was staring at the rubber dildo Helen's arm uncovered when she embraced her mother. Raising his hands in defeat, he backed from the room with the dildo capturing his eyes.

Jason walked back to his room, his thoughts on Helen screaming at him. He was sorry about Jimmy because he was a nice kid. Jimmy was constantly hanging around waiting for Helen when she was younger. They were a pair, he remembered, always in some type of confrontation, whether it was an argument, scuffling, or just trying to best one another. He would make amends with Helen when she calmed, even buy her a gift beforehand as a sign of brotherly love. He chuckled thinking she still had a temper.

Stretching across his bed, Jason pictured his mom and the dildo. He saw them, dildoes, in magazines, books, and even in a counter display when he was in an adult book store on one occasion; however, he never saw one lying open as his mother's was earlier. It was as large as his prick when he was erect, possibly larger. He had just a quick glimpse and he wondered if his mom used it often. Sliding his hand into the waist of his sweat pants, he grasped his own erection and began stroking; he wondered what it would be like to watch her use it, pushing it into her pussy.

His prick grew and he became overly excited at the thought of his mom fucking herself. It was too late when he realized he was going to come. He moaned as his prick erupted and a quick flash of his mom's face flashed before his eyes. Groaning at the mess on his hands, his stomach, and in his sweats, he wondered if she received more pleasure from the rubber cock or a real one. The thought came as he slipped from the bed and walked to his bathroom to shower.

Lathering his prick, he couldn't get the rubber monster off his mind. He wondered if all girls used them to get off. Heck, it was easy for a man; he could just stroke his organ anytime he had the urge. He assumed it was different for a girl because she couldn't stroke her cunt as easily. He forgot about washing and started stroking when he felt the sensation building again. His prick was hard and he thought about Eleanor showering with him and wondered if she had her own artificial prick, and Helen, did she have one. Probably not in the case of Helen, he thought, she admitted being a virgin. Groaning loudly into the spray of the water, he watched his sperm strike the wall of the shower.

After dressing, and checking his email, Jason was disappointed the day was going so slowly. It wasn't six as yet. Helen was upset about Jimmy and Marie would probably side with her so he thought the best thing to do would be to get out of the house. He though about a couple of places and then remembered the diner many of the workers gathered at each morning and decided to pay them a visit. If nothing else, he might meet a couple of old high school friends.

Walking into the kitchen to get a glass of juice was the wrong thing for Jason to do. Evelyn started when he walked through the door.

"Well good morning Mr. Insensitive. Can't she get someone else to escort her? That is a fine remark to make to your sister, especially since this should be the happiest day of the year for her." Evelyn confronted Jason and was continually moving at him as he backed from her.

"She has worked every day for six months on this dance scheduled tonight and then you make a remark like that. I'm surprised; no, I'm disappointed in you. You should be happy for her, even working with her to come up with a solution." Jason was steadily backing around the room and Evelyn was matching him step-for-step keeping the distance close.

"She has done nothing but work for this night, spending many hours at school, on the phone and in meetings. It's encompassed her whole life that is until you came in last weekend. I don't see how she could lay everything aside for a rock, an insensitive brother like you. I should have tanned your hide many more times; maybe you would have been more sensitive if I had." Jason backed against the wall and there was no escape. He had to stand immobile as Evelyn continued.

"That girl thinks she has the finest brother in the world. Right now I... I... I've said enough. What are you doing in my kitchen?" Jason walked past her quickly and Evelyn sat heavily in the closest chair.

Jason rushed from the house and it was not until he was on the highway did he begin to relax. Evelyn scolded him as a child however he never saw her as up tight as she was minutes earlier. He didn't think the dance was that important to Helen, she barely mentioned it all week. He didn't realize how significant her contributions were prior to his returning for the summer. Jason's mind wasn't on driving and he passed the diner. He found himself pulling into the shop and office compound; however, he only saw two cars. It was still early.

Stopping in front of the office, Jason stepped out of his car and looked around. Everything looked as it did a year earlier, just in worse need of paint. He wondered why construction sites always looked run down and dirty. He heard someone shouting and turned in the direction of the voice.

"Could I help you sir?" the young man asked from half way across the large dirt lot. As he walked closer, Jason saw the smile break out on the boy's face. "Jason, how are you doing buddy? What brings you out here so early? Your dad isn't here yet." He continued walking until they were close enough to shake hands.

"Daniel, how are you, and how is Sarah?" Jason smiled as he thought about the young couple's plans for college only to be interrupted when Sarah became pregnant in their senior year. They were married the day after graduation and she was near mid-term at that time. "What are you doing here so early, it's just past six."

"Your dad, and the foreman, worked it out where I come in an hour early, open the gates and shops, and I get off an hour before everyone else. It's easy in the summer and a little rougher in the winter. It helps me with my schedule in night school. How did you do this year; did you study the books or the co-eds?"

"Which ever it was I didn't ace either. I guess I tried a little of both and failed on both."

Daniel laughed and I joined his laughter.

"No, I did okay on the grades. The chicks, well they were something else. I can't complain though, I scored a few times." I couldn't tell him I scored twice and struck out ten times.

"Whose car?" I asked pointing to the Ford in front of the office.

"Who else, Amanda, she's always the first one here. She works more hours than anyone here, even your father. She'll give you the shirt off her back too. I'll bet you would like to have her shirt too." He jabbed me in the arm and smiled, "I've got more work so I'll see you later." Daniel walked away happy and smiling, the same as in high school; he never seemed to worry about anything and I never saw him upset.

I stared at Amanda through the glass door of the office for five minutes before I entered. She was wearing a sheer blouse and a skirt that fit snug. The camisole appearance was electrifying and her large breasts would cause a eunuch to become erect. It was a first, I never saw her in a skirt before. Slacks and blouse or a pantsuit was her normal daily dress as construction workers were in and out all day. He chuckled when he thought about her easygoing attitude, always positive and cheerful every day. She was quick to counter to the dozens of flirting remarks received daily, loving every one.

"JASOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN," she screamed when she looked up.

I smiled and gazed at her lively shape as she rushed in my direction, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing tight. The firm grip in her arms reminded me she didn't forego her exercising appointments. Her strength was exceptional for a woman of her stature. "I have been watching and you look as great as ever," I said with a mischievous grin.

"No doubt you were looking at my breasts, as usual." Pressing her hands over each, she said, "They're still there same as always. You look grown however you still need to grow this much." Holding a hand out with a distance of a half inch between her thumb and forefinger, she looked at her hand and narrowed the distance to about a quarter inch.

I started laughing and she grinned and hugged me again. "You haven't forgotten, have you?" I stated. Dad brought me in shortly after I was twelve and in the midst of the conversation, he asked her to take me out and make a man of me. 'He needs to grow about this much, and I will.' She held her hand in front of my eyes and said I needed to grow that much. It was an inch at that time and I felt I was growing because the distance today had narrowed to one-quarter inch.

"Never, and you know I keep my word." She laughed and pulled my arm, dragging me to her work area. "Sit down. Your dad is so happy you are going to work with us this summer, he was really hurt last year when you refused."

"Last year I had a lot to cope with," responding as I sat. "That's behind me now and I look at things differently."

"That ordeal must have been terrible on you, I am so sorry. I know it has been rough on Helen also, she often complains about the way you were treated. Enough of that." She said as the pride she felt radiated in her expression, "When are you coming to work and what does Helen think of you being home? I know she's happy because she has been moping around for a year."

"Well, we have only been in one food fight," I said laughing at the evening meal tossed at one another and not eaten.

An hour discussion with Amanda was enough to cheer anyone, and as I turned into the drive, I was cheerful. I dreaded the confrontation with Evelyn, whom I owed an apology. Mom's car was not in the drive and the house was quiet. I walked into the kitchen to apologize. I was caught off-guard when Evelyn spoke before I had a chance to speak.

"Jason, I'm sorry about this morning."

"Evelyn, I owe you, mom, and Helen the apology. My remark came before I thought; I know tonight means much to her."

"Your mom and I came up with the solution, and Marie took Helen to school. She doesn't think there will be a problem but she is going to check. Our solution is 'you' will be her escort for the evening." She looked at me solemnly for a moment after she spoke, waiting for a response.

"I... I... I don't know! What does Helen think of the idea?"

"THAT'S RIDICULOUS!" Evelyn exclaimed and laughed. "That was her immediate response. After she thought about it for a minute, she said she thought it was okay. She still wasn't too happy. I think she is concerned what her friends will say, however Marie convinced her that her close friends would understand. Most of those attending do not know you are her brother that is if you act natural."

"Act natural? What do you mean by that?"

Evelyn gave a sour look, "You know, ask her to dance, hold her hand when you're walking, and put your arm around her. You know the things the boys do."

"Evelyn, the things boys do, just what is that?"

"Well... well... just act natural, you know what I mean."

I started laughing and received another sour look. I continued to laugh and she started laughing.

When she stopped her laughter, she became serious. "You need to rent a tux, and don't forget to order a corsage."

"Would you call and order the corsage please; you know what is best for her. Is there anything else I should know about taking a girl out on a first date?" I smiled and ducked; my sarcastic tone had been obvious as she tossed a dishcloth at me. We were each laughing when I walked from the room to dress for the drive to a clothing rental shop.

Siblings argue and scuffle, fight and play, and compliment one another on rare occasions. Jason would have done the latter had he the ability speak when Helen walked into the room in her formal. He was flabbergasted.

"Oh my gosh, you're beautiful," Marie said rising to walk to her daughter.

"What do you say, Jason," Evelyn said as she followed Helen into the room after assisting Helen with her wardrobe.

Finding his tongue after another moment of silence, Jason's eyes devoured his sister. "You are truly lovely, by far the prettiest girl at the dance."

Helen smiled and curtsied, "Thank you my brother; however you haven't seen the others as yet. How can you say that prematurely?"

"In my heart you are the most beautiful, none other will compare." Jason was speaking the truth because at the moment he thought his sister was the most beautiful woman in the universe. The view he shared with his mom and Evelyn had a much different effect on him, he became erect. Helen reeked of sex, from the tip of her head to bottom her tiny feet, and every luscious curve between.

Jason had the 'first date' jitters. A beautiful girl causing a boy to become tongue-tied, regardless she was his sister. He never had a formal date with a girl where he went to her house to meet her, refusing to attend any social functions during his senior year.

"The corsage." Evelyn noticed her words jarred Jason from staring at his sister

"Yes," Jason spoke inaudible, walking to his sister and passing the sealed plastic covered box unopened to her.

Jason was all thumbs trying to open the container holding the corsage. The laughing of his mom and Evelyn was upsetting, however the look Helen gave calmed him to the point he eventually removed the flower and placed it on her wrist, both with her guidance.

On the road in his father's car, he began to relax. His mom said the larger car was more for Helen than him, and he had to admit he felt he was on a first date. "I was serious when I said you were beautiful," he said as they approached the school parking area.

"Thank you, you look exceptional in the tux. Jason, thank you for doing this for me, it means a lot." Helen moved closer, raised and kissed him on the cheek. "You're sweet!"

Jason didn't forget his manners. After parking the car, he rushed to the passenger's door and opened it, assisting her from the car. He stared at her a moment while she straightened her dress. She looked up and he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her lightly on the lips. Their lips met and her body melted against his, and her tongue slipped into his mouth. They were kissing passionately when they heard the interrupting voice.

"Save that until later, we're going to the lake after the dance." Jason looked up and he didn't recognize the couple although Helen smiled and waved to the passers-by.

Eleanor was the only person he recognized and Helen introduced him to dozens of friends. He didn't think any was aware they were brother and sister. Helen was very popular by virtue of being a cheerleader. Many boys asked her to dance and she responded positive to most. Jason felt a stab of pride each time a boy would ask permission to dance with his date.

Jason found himself sitting alone and the hand on his shoulder surprised him. Looking over his shoulder, Eleanor was smiling down at him. Accepting her hand, he followed her to the dance floor. Eleanor seemed small when compared to Helen, although her breasts felt much softer pressing against his stomach. They were chatting casually and he glanced up to see Helen glaring at Eleanor. He didn't understand the hard glare Eleanor was receiving, they were best of friends.

Helen refused many dances when asked after that dance and he had one other opportunity to dance with Eleanor before the final dance. He tried to bring the subject of friendship to light, however Eleanor cut him short.

Helen monopolized his time the last hour, never giving Jason and Eleanor another opportunity to socialize.

Helen's sullen mood changed quickly when the dance ended and the crowd broke into small groups, each going to a different location. I was pleased when she indicated she wanted to eat and we joined a group going for hamburgers. It was hilarious, tuxedos and formals, massed around tables eating burgers and fries. We undeniably looked out of place in the fast food eatery.

The small groups formed in the hamburger shop began drifting and soon we were five couples. The girls were in a bunch talking and laughing. One boy seemed to be eating the remnants of a burger found alone while another was stuffing his mouth with a bag of fries left unattended. Helen was in the group of girls and I noticed she kept looking up and staring at me. It seemed odd because none of the other girls were paying attention to their dates.

I watched the group and I knew they were each members of the cheerleading squad. There appeared to be a conflict with one girl disagreeing with the others. She called her date to the group, they spoke a minute, and he stood pulling her aside. Whispering to her, she seemed thrilled and nodded. Rejoining the group and talking to the others, she was getting praises of a sort when her date pulled her from the group and they departed, the four remaining girls all smiles.

Helen returned to the table where I sat waiting. She was smiling from a final comment one of the girls whispered to her as she approached. "What was that about?" I asked.

"We're going to a party," she said taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. I saw the other couples were preparing to leave also, and I allowed Helen to lead me.