Chapter 5: Back home

Sally Parker was the shy one. She was as pretty as the rest of her family, blonde, with nice tits and ass but, being 23, she was less experienced in sex than her younger sisters: Laurie, Linda and Julie. Amy was still a virgin.

Sally liked sex, yes. But she was always too shy. On that Friday afternoon, December 5, 2003, Sally Parker had done it with only two men. In separate occasions, of course.

In Sally's mind, sex and love were related. She loved the two men she had sex with. Sally was a romantic and, in no way, a slut like Linda or Julie.

But she was a woman. A beautiful woman, with a lovely smile and, being a woman, she was horny. I repeat: Sally Parker liked sex. A lot. Sure, she was not as brave as Linda or Julie, but that doesn't mean that her orgasms were less powerful.

Her last relationship had ended last June. Wow! Last June! And Sally spent all this time masturbating.

Sure, she liked to masturbate. Yes, she was shy, but come on, she wouldn't be a romantic without her fingers! She didn't have toys, like Julie, but she had lots of fun by herself.

Unfortunately, that wasn't enough. Sally Parker was unsatisfied. She wanted to have sex, again. And that meant that she had to find a man she trusted.

Like Martin, Sally lived in another city. In her case, Boston, since her college days. And, like Martin, Sally came back home for Laurie's birthday. And, of course, the holidays. She would spend the rest of the year with her parents.

For Sally, it was a pleasure coming home. She loved her family, her father, all her brothers, all her sisters, and Lucy, too. Lucy was just nine years older than Sally, but they were very close. During all those years away, Sally was constantly talking to her stepmother. When her relationship ended, Lucy was the first to know.

And, now, she was back.

To make Sally even happier, she could find an earlier plane. She arrived four hours earlier than she expected. Her old key still worked. And she entered her old home.

But her home, her old home, was empty. Laurie was rehearsing. Lucy and Roger were with their respective lovers. Amy was in a friend's house. The same was true about Jack. Linda was at the Mortons. And Julie was having sex with Liz and Helen. Martin was still in New York, and would arrive only Saturday.

Sally saw no one, and heard no one. She thought she was alone, and she felt a little sad. She wanted to make a surprise, but... She certainly had not come here to be alone. And she felt lonely. Until she heard some noise upstairs.

Sally didn't know who was home, but she would be more than glad to meet anyone. She went upstairs, silently, because she still wanted to surprise whoever was there. She was convinced it was Lucy. (Of course, Sally didn't know that Lucy was being fucked by Larry at that same moment, in his house.) Oh, Lucy would be so surprised! And so happy to see her!

But Lucy wasn't home. And, when Sally heard a voice, it was one she couldn't recognize:

"Oh, man! Yes!"

It was a man. A boy, whatever. Sally heard it. And it apparently came from one of the bedrooms. As she came closer to Matt's bedroom, Sally heard moans. The same voice said, and Sally heard:

"Oh, yes, man! In my ass, come on, I need this so bad!"

What the fuck was going on? Matt? It wasn't Matt! Who was home? Who was this man?

Matt's door was closed. And Sally almost knocked, but she heard the voice:

"In your ass, Bruce! Take it in your ass, come on! Your hot, tight ass! You love it, don't you?"

"I do, Matt! I do!"

Matt! Oh, she knew that voice anywhere! It was Matt's voice! Sally knew it! What the fuck was happening in that room?

Silently, Sally got on her knees, and looked through the keyhole. Matt's bed was just in front of the door, and the room was small, so Sally was a few feet from the action. Yes, she could see it all. She discovered what was going on.

A boy, about Matt's age and size, was on his fours. And Matt was behind him, moving his hips! Oh, shit! Matt was gay!

Now, Sally, like everybody, knew about Julie. But, unlike everybody, she didn't approve it. She thought it wasn't natural. Women should have sex with men, and men should have sex with women! And then, in front of her eyes, there he was, Matt, fucking a man!

Sally didn't know about Matt, but she wasn't the only one. Matt Parker was bisexual, yes, but he told none of his relatives. His close friends knew about it, but all of them kept secret.

He often wondered about coming out. Like Julie. But he never found the nerve. In his mind, it was easier for girls. Two girls in bed, of course, is sexy. Everybody thinks so. A woman is not less of a woman if she likes to have sex with other women. But, if anyone found out that he liked to have sex with men... He was afraid people wouldn't think he's masculine. He's a real man. Who likes real men.

Like Bruce. Bruce was a dear friend, seventeen, just like Matt, and so cute! Matt and Bruce were having sex often for the last two months. And they both loved it. When Matt saw that he would have the house for himself for all afternoon, he quickly called Bruce. As long as no one found out, they could have lots of fun!

But, that Friday, someone found out!

Sally didn't move. She kept watching. She couldn't believe it! She couldn't believe that her brother was gay! Yes, Sally knew nothing about bisexual, she had no idea that Matt also liked girls.

And Matt was fucking an ass! He had to, and... My God, Sally had never done that! Sure, her ex-boyfriends had asked her to, but... She could never do it! As far as Sally Parker was concerned, sex was a penis inside a vagina.

She had never even sucked a cock! Her ex-boyfriends had tried to eat her, but she never allowed them. It was dirty. And she would never put that thing in her mouth!

But Matt and Bruce... Oh... These boys were nasty!

"Come on, Matt! Cum, man! Fast! Yes, go on! Oh, you fuck me so well, Matt! Right in my ass!"

"I'm close, Bruce baby! Your asshole is so hot that I'm just about to cum, you'll see! You'll see!"

Sally couldn't believe it! They seemed to be enjoying it! And so was Sally! She... My God, that was interesting! I mean, her pussy was wet! How? Seeing her brother fucking another boy was turning her on!

And they couldn't see her. None of them was looking to the keyhole, and they had no idea she was there!

"Oh, Matt! Oh, fuck my ass! Yes, man, fuck my ass, hard, oh, I love it! Yeah, fuck me!"

"Yeah, you love it, and so do I! I love this hot asshole you have, Bruce! Wonderful ass, yes! Oh, shit!"

Oh, shit, indeed! First Julie, now Matt... Why? Sally couldn't understand it. But she was fascinated by it.

She didn't know if she was excited by that cute boy being fucked by her brother, or if she was in fact excited by her own seventeen-year old brother. In a way, she knew she could never be excited by her own brother. Sally remembered when she saw Matt for the first time, he was a newborn, but... Could she be excited by a strange guy being fucked in the ass?

Anyway, she knew she had to stop it. First, she had to leave this house, at least for a few hours. She couldn't watch anymore. She didn't move, but she knew she had to. And, later, she would have to talk to Matt. He couldn't be gay. Maybe this other guy had talked Matt into it. If Matt could turn into a "normal" boy again, Sally thought, it would save Frank and Lucy lots of pain.