Chapter 1

TRAVIS

What a year this has been for me, for our whole family for that matter. I wasn't thrilled about picking up and moving from Cleveland, the only home that I had ever lived in, leaving all of my friends, leaving the school that I was familiar with, all of my teammates on the football team, and just generally leaving everything that was comfortable to me. Dad said it would be the "Great Adventure". Yeah, that's bullshit. It really sucks to create upheaval in your life when you are fifteen years old. "Great Adventure" my ass, Dad. Cleveland is nice. It has four seasons. It has a big lake with good fishing--not that you and I ever went. Who the hell wants to move to the desert? It has all kinds of things for kids my age to do, and it has Ohio State University right down the road. But you never asked me what I thought about it, did you? Of course, you didn't ask Sarah or Mom, for that matter, so I shouldn't feel excluded.

But we did it, because that's what was supposed to happen, I guess. We sold the house and packed up the stuff and headed out across the country in that van. And we did pretty well for ourselves, too, I must say. We stopped whenever we wanted, so a bunch of neat places and were having a pretty good day until we had that problem in the rainstorm and Mom ended up putting the van in the ditch when she saw that bear. My initial reaction was "Oh, shit. Now what do we do?" but we even managed to come out of that okay. Hank came along, with his buddy Sam, and gave us a ride to his house. That was a night to remember, that's for sure. Or maybe I should say, the next morning was the first day of the rest of our lives.

Sarah and I were pretty well floored when we discovered that Mom had slept with Hank. It's just not something that a fifteen year old boy wants to discover about his mother. But then she told us about how all during her life, she had tried to live by some goofy set of rules that her feel more like a servant than a wife. I mean, she went on and on about how she had always considered any pleasure that she might experience with sex was unimportant compared to what her husband was supposed to experience. Hell, even I know that's bullshit, and I'm no women's libber, for sure. But our lives really turned upside down when she found out that dad was shacked up with his secretary. That day changed everything. Mom no longer felt guilty about sleeping with Hank and made it perfectly clear that he is a phenomenal lover. She was so happy to finally be able to enjoy sex that she decided that Hank should teach us both about how to enjoy sex as well. It wasn't much after that when Hank fucked Sarah for the first time, with Mom and me watching. God that was hot. And then he taught her how to give me a blow job, which was heavenly. And later, Sarah and I had sex, too. There is no way to describe how good that was! I had seen Sarah naked several times before that night, always indirectly through the reflection of two mirrors in our old house when she wouldn't latch the bathroom door correctly. I had seen her breasts and her pussy too, but it wasn't the same as that day. Oh my God, that day! Not just because she is my sister, but Sarah is really a very cute girl. Her face is always a happy face, her skin is smooth and her eyes sparkle. She really doesn't have very big titties yet, but then, she is pretty young still. When I saw her naked that day, having her first sex with Hank, I was only five or six feet away, and tome, her body was beautiful. Her titties may be small but her nipples sure aren't. They remind me of two big poker chips on a small scoop of ice cream. And when she gets excited and the ends get hard, the swell up and stick out even farther, like the tip of my little finger. And then there is her pussy hair. I've only seen pictures of other girls' pussy hair before, but seeing Sarah's gave me a hard on that hurt. It's light brown, just like the hair on her head, and it's not really all that thick because I can see her pussy through it. But it forms such a perfect triangle there that I just want to put my hand on it and hold it. Just thinking about it now makes me hot.

I watched Hank fuck her. He did it so slowly and gently that she never even cried out. I still think it hurt her though, but he was sure cool and considerate of her. When she came the first time, I thought she was going to faint, but then he kept right on going and she came again and again. When he was done and had pulled out, his cum started running back out of her and I almost blew my load just seeing that. I had no idea then that I would ever be allowed to have sex with her and my imagination was running wild. Ten minutes later, Hank taught her how to give blow jobs, and I was her first. She was really timid about putting it in her mouth but she did, and it was unbelievable. She actually sucked on my cock, moving her head up and down on it until I came, and then she swallowed all my cum. You really don't understand how good that felt, and there is no way I can really tell you. Seeing her there, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of me, sucking on my cock and then looking up at me with her eyes. Hell, it's no wonder I blew a huge load.