Chapter 1

Watching the endless blue ocean far beneath the airplane, John Stuart's thoughts wondered to the events that had happened over the last two months. Despite the fact that most women remarked on how handsome and well built he was, that at sixteen, John was still a virgin. If what they said was true, all of his friends on the track team had finally had sex with their girlfriends, while John still hadn't even been on a date. Everyone knew what his problem was. John was so shy that he couldn't even talk to any of the girls that he knew. Several girls had hinted that they would like to go out with him, but he would get so flustered that they would eventually give up trying.

That day, two months ago, John had a free period between history and English, and decided to find a quiet place in the grove of trees behind the school to relax and read his latest library book. Carefully making his way through the bushes to a small clearing that he knew of, he heard voices just beyond the next bush. "I wonder who beat me to the clearing?" he thought, as he quietly made his approach. Getting as close as possible without being seen, John slowly pulled a branch aside to see who was there. It took a few moments before he realized what was going on not more than fifteen feet away.

Three guys were lined up side by side in front of a girl who was on her knees in front of the one on the end nearest to John. All three guys had their pants down around their ankles and two were slowly stroking their cocks while the girl had the third one stuck completely down her throat, as she was giving him a blow-job. What was strange, was that while all the guys were naked from the waist down, the girl still had every stitch of cloths on. It took everything John had to keep from gasping out loud, as he realized what was going on. The arousing sight quickly had his prick as hard as a rock, as he watched the girl plunge her head back and forth on the cock, fucking it with her mouth. John had seen the guys around school, but could not recognize the girl because her blonde hair was hiding her face, even though she did look familiar. Even kneeling down, John could tell that she had a sexy body, and nice sized tits.

"Suck that cock baby. Suck the cum right out of Bob's nut. Hurry and get his nut baby, I have a big load just waiting to shoot down your throat." The guy in the middle was urging her on.

John couldn't take his eyes off of the bizarre scene before his eyes. His hard cock was aching with the lewdness of the sight, and he wanted very much to see the face of the girl that would be the erotic fantasy of many of his future dreams. Finally his wishes were fulfilled as Bob started groaning and trying to push his prick to the depths of her throat. Grabbing her head, he pushed the hair away from her face while trying to shove her lips to the base of his cock. John's face went white with shock, as he watched Bob coat the girls tonsils with his hot white discharge. "Oh my God! Oh shit, that's my big sister sucking cock." John thought as he finally realized why she looked so familiar.

After realizing that it was his own sister that had so held his attention, John could watch the lustful act no longer, and made his way back toward the school. He knew he had to get away from the scene, so that he could sort out his feelings about what was happening. At first, he had been highly aroused at the sight, and would have liked the girl to do the same to him, but when he had realized that it was his sister acting like the town whore, he had become enraged. How this would affect the close friendship that he and his sister Mary had, he couldn't predict, but he was sure that it had just changed, and probably not for the better. Mary had been only one of two women with whom he could even talk to without stuttering, and now he was scared that he would not be able to look her in the face again. For the rest of the school day, John was lost in thought, not paying any attention during his last two classes. He had earlier planned on going over to his friend, Jerry's house to listen to his new cd, but decided to go home instead.

Mary had already been home an hour by the time that John got there, said hi, as he walked through the living room. Ignoring her, he swept past her and went to his bedroom so that he could be alone. He had already decided that the one thing he couldn't do was tell his parents what he had seen. The fact that he knew what had happened was the worst than anything that he could imagine. His thoughts were interrupted, as his sister suddenly was standing at the foot of his bed.

"Hey Bro, what's wrong with you? You just walked by me like I wasn't even there when I said hi to you awhile ago." She questioned, with a look of puzzlement on her face.

Looking at his sister, John could hold it back no longer. "Y-You Fucking Whore! I-I saw w-what you did today," was all he could say, and rolled over, turning his back to her, as tears came to his eyes.

Mary was in shock hearing her brother, whom she loved with all her heart, calling her a whore. Finally she realized that he must have seen her with the three guys that she met twice a week. Bursting into tears, she ran from his room, going to her own room, as the full implications reached her thought processes. The fact that she was still a virgin didn't matter now that her brother knew that she loved to suck cock and swallow cum. What he didn't know was that she was saving her virginity for him. She was totally in love with him, and had sworn to herself that someday she would somehow convince him to make love to her. Now that he had caught her sucking cocks, she had no idea how she was ever going to make him believe that she loved him and only him. The only thing that she could think to do was to not give up, and wait out the bad times that she felt were coming.

The next morning's breakfast was a strange one in the Stuart household. Within the first few minutes, Helen Stuart knew that something was wrong when John had ignored her daughter's good morning greeting. At first, she had thought that it was embarrassment over his stuttered reply to her own greeting earlier, but as the meal progressed, she noticed that all the usual good morning banter between the two was absent. Hoping that John was mad at his sister over some trivial thing, she decided to ignore it, letting her son have a little time to get over it. She didn't know that she had let the mood at this breakfast become the norm for the next two months.