Chapter 2

There are those who would say, that in any size family the worst place to be is stuck in the middle, that the eldest gets all the respect, and the youngest ends up being rather spoiled, leaving the middle child for the most part ignored.

Well I certainly wasn't ignored growing up so I can't say how much of that is true, and any problems I had actually stemmed from being the only boy living amongst several girls, as I had four sisters to constantly share space with.

I was the third child to be born in my family, a rather large one where my Mom would bear five of us kids in total. Only then did she decide that she no longer had to prove her love, which of course resulted in Dad getting his Vasectomy.

We lived on a long stretch of road in a rural community just outside of Portsmouth Ohio, along the northern banks of the Ohio River, and only a hour drive from Cincinnati where both our parents work.

The house was certainly big enough, old Colonial, with two floors above ground, a finished basement, and a huge back yard which contained a pool and an old trailer that we use to go camping in.

All the bedrooms were originally located on the top floor, but the den in the basement had to be converted for our parent's use after the last of us kids was born, enabling everyone to at least have their own private room.

In our house however privacy has always proven scarce, which would lead to many embarrassing moments for all, and even a few small skirmishes. Add to that the fact that there was only one small bathroom upstairs for all five of us kids to share, meaning somebody was always left waiting, and now you had the grounds for all out war.

I can remember one time when all of my sisters had ganged up together and held me down on the floor, one responsible for each of my arms, another holding my legs, while my oldest sister straddled my chest and applied lipstick to my face.

They only let me go when Mom and Dad came home, and by then I was not amused to say the least. However it's not like I hate my sisters, because there were many good times as well.

Birthdays, and there were certainly enough of those. Trips camping or afternoons at the beach, things like that which kept us together as a family, or at least when we were much younger.

As each of us kids grew older and entered puberty we seemed to drift apart from the others a little, as we strived to make sense of who we were, and what we wanted out of life, the standard pressures associated with becoming an adult.

But even still I would always hold some sort of an emotional tie with Karen, and much more so than my other sisters. Possibly because she is the nearest to me in age, only one year younger, and as kids we had often shared one or the other's bed, whenever one of us was lonely or just scared of the dark. Or at least we did before we both got older.

Karen and I never really did distance ourselves like the others, in fact we became even closer after she was bumped up one full grade in school, and right into my class. This meant that we were able to help each other with homework when needed, and Karen developed a thing for books, so she would often read while I simply laid there and listened.

She had a real way with words, and of making whatever story she was reading seem to come alive and jump right off the page. In fact it usually wouldn't take very long before she drew an audience, as one by one our other sisters joined us on her bed to listen to her gift of story telling.

Now Shelly is a year and a half older than me and quite tall. A real athlete, she has always been into sports and isn't afraid to try new things. I always looked up to her in school, literally, and as captain of the girls soccer team she was very popular, which Shelly embraced immensely as she has always enjoyed the spotlight.

One time I got into a fight with the school bully who was almost twice my size, but Shelly saw us at the outer edge of the schoolyard behind the bleachers and came to my defense.

She pulled him off me and threw him to the ground, and when he tried to get back up she punched him in the nose, which left him stunned to say the least. He never bothered me again after that, but at the time I never thanked Shelly for helping me, in fact I almost hated her, which is something I would come to regret later.

Cindy is by far the youngest, coming four full years after Karen. She was born small, and for some reason would always remain the shortest of us. But even though Cindy was tiny in stature she was still big in heart as she loved animals, especially her pet fish which she had a large aquarium full of in her room.

Awhile back one of her favorites died, a gold fish named Mr. Bubbles. Now since Cindy was too short to reach the top of the tank, it was me who ended up scooping out the deceased fish, and after a brief but somber ceremony attended only by Cindy and I, the toilet was flushed thereby sending Mr. Bubbles to a watery grave. I would end up going back to her room just to make sure she was okay, where I watched over her until she fell asleep.

In sharp contrast Christine is big, but I don't mean fat, just not rake handle thin, and while still not as tall as Shelly she is definitely filled out more, with a strong set of hips that stand out proudly above the low cut blue jeans she is always fond of wearing.

Christine consistently dresses more like a guy than a girl, choosing to wear pants and old work shirts, unlike my other sisters who wear dresses and skirts, and as I already stated Christine is the oldest and was therefore responsible for the rest of us when Mom and Dad weren't around, which was an authority she loved to exercise whenever possible.

Most of my sisters had been born with big brown eyes and hair that matched, somewhere between auburn and chestnut, except for Karen whose eyes are a very soft shade of blue, and who decided one day to dye her hair blonde after watching the movie Grease, just so she could look like her favorite star.

My sisters are undeniably attractive, or even sexy, and I would have told them as much if I didn't think they'd smack me for it. After all, I was just their brother, and as such I'm not suppose to notice their obvious beauty.

It's funny, but when I was younger I never really thought of my sisters as girls, to me they were simply just my sisters, and when I became a teenager I still didn't really consider them in any other way. Or at least nothing improper anyway.

I had seen Karen naked one time when we were much younger, and I've been told that we were bathed together often, but not including any of that my experiences with the female form had been limited to what pictures they were allowed to show in magazines.

Some were very graphic yes, but still only in two dimensional scope, and since girls at school wouldn't give me the time of day I was becoming very frustrated, what with my lack of usable knowledge.

It wouldn't be until one early Saturday morning in the spring of 1982, about a month after I'd turned fourteen that I would be given an opportunity, and it would be a rude awakening one could say.

Both of my parents work for an art gallery in Cincinnati, and with a big unveiling going on that day they had left early, which was nothing new for them as they often put in long hours.

I had been planning to go out on my bike with my friend Todd, but with it raining hard I was stuck in the house, so I decided to play with our new ATARI Game System instead. I hadn't even bothered to get dressed, and simply chose to stay in my pajamas.

Cindy was still asleep, and Karen was over at her friend's house where she had stayed the night, so that meant only Christine, Shelly, and myself were up and around, and with Shelly in the shower only I heard the scream as I was walking by Christine's room.

"JESUS CHRIST GET IT OFF ME!!!"

I threw open the door and ran in, and not entirely certain of what I would find, with my heart beating faster as I scanned around unfamiliar surroundings for God only knows what.

I could see that Christine's bed had already been neatly made, which I imagine was typical for her, and I could hear the voice of Joan Jett through the rather large Ghetto-Blaster on the dresser, even though the music was turned down low. Almost immediately however my full attention was drawn to my sister standing in the middle of her room.

Christine was looking at something in the far corner so her back was to me, but it was still obvious from where I stood that she was naked from the waist up, and only covered by a loose pair of shiny red panties below, the same color I imagine my face was now quickly turning.

I froze immediately, and while part of me seemed almost afraid and wanted to just turn around and close the door, something inside also said stay. So while the internal struggle was raging my sister slowly began to turn towards me, showing first her very perfect and curvaceous profile, before revealing her complete and more than ample form.

I stood there in silent wonder with my mouth agape as I was freely shown the splendors and beauty of a woman's body for the first time in my young life, or at least one outside of the porn magazines I had seen.

They were supplied by my friend Todd, and it was beneath the bleachers at school where we would scan through their pages, ogling the many naked women revealed there, a few with breasts even bigger than what I was staring at now. Though not many.

My seventeen year old sister was very well developed, and that's putting it mildly, with a pair of full size tits that stood straight out towards me. Now I didn't know anything about size at the time, though I could certainly appreciate what I was looking at and so my jaw hung open briefly while I took in the enormity of them, before I was finally able to knock myself out of the trance I was in.

"Christine, umm, ah, what, what is it?"

"EEEEEWE, it was a spider Josh, it went over there in the corner I think... Josh, what are you doing in here, GET OUT!"

"Well you screamed for help so what was I suppose to..."

"Get out... NOW!"

"Okay, okay, find it yourself."

She obviously didn't want my help so I turned to leave, and with my face now as red as a beet I was glad to be vacating her room, but just as I was walking out through the open door, trying hard not to run, she called out to me again.

"Oh, for crying out loud. No, wait Josh, just give me a second here."

I stopped where I stood but remained turned away so that I faced the door with my eyes closed, and I didn't turn around until Christine said it was okay for me to come back in.

"The lock on my door must be broken, cause I was sure I had set it. Okay Josh, you can turn around now."

When I did I found that my big sister had put a shirt on, though for some reason I could still easily pick out her nipples beneath the fabric, bulging out as they were, something I had not ever taken note of before.

She had also chosen not to put anything on below so I could still see her long bare legs, and the vee intersection they formed where they met and joined together beneath the material of her panties.

In fact I found it exceedingly difficult to drag my eyes away from there, and I guess Christine noticed because she had to snap her fingers to get my attention.

"Hmm, what?"

"The spider!"

"Oh right, sorry, it's just that I've never seen underwear like that."

"Well, stop looking at me. I mean this isn't a catwalk, and you're not here for a fashion show."

Christine handed me a tissue from her dresser which I then used after locating the eight-legged beast, by entrapping it so I could take it downstairs and release it outside.

"Josh what are you doing, just kill it."

"No, I'm going to let it go, they say if you kill a spider it'll rain."

"Josh, it's already raining, KILL THE DAMN THING."

"Yeah but I don't want it to rain tomorrow too."

"Fine, whatever, just get it out of here. It's gross."

I briefly smiled at Christine as I turned to leave, while making sure to hold the tissue securely so the spider could not escape it's cottony prison too soon, but for some unknown reason my sister suddenly moved and now almost blocked my exit.

"They're satin."

"What are?"

"My panties, that's why they're so shiny. Do you like them?"

"Well, yeah, they're nice I guess. They make you look different. More like a woman."

"Now what's that suppose to mean?"

"I don't know, it's just that you're always hiding yourself with those big shirts and sweaters that you wear. This way you can see your shape. You like nice."

"Well, you're probably the only guy who's ever seen my panties. Josh, why do you have to be my brother?"

"What's that Christine?"

"Hmm, oh, nothing I guess, and Christ what am I thinking, I mean you're not going to say anything about this, RIGHT JOSH?"

"About what sis?"

"You know what, so not a peep to any of your friends at school, do you hear me?"

"My lips are sealed, I won't say a thing, ever. I swear!"

"You'd better not, now close the door on the way out squirt."

Christine always has been kind of bossy towards me, and cold to guys who would dare to come anywhere near her, so I was naturally beginning to suspect that my oldest sister was a Lesbian. Of course that may just be my adolescent mind at work, from reading too many of those trashy magazines.

Either way Christine didn't date much, if at all, so I imagine she never really received any compliments on her good looks, which I thought was a real shame because as I had just seen she was obviously a knockout.