Incest sex story 2017: 50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity – Part 2
“What are you sorry for?” I demanded, instantly hurt.
“Eve, come here,” he repeated. When I turned and glared, he added, softer, “Please.”
“Fine!” I said, going to him, but at the same time glaring at him with the rage of a woman possessed.
“What are you doing?” he asked, looking embarrassed.
“Kissing my date,” I answered, before adding for shock value, “But I haven’t even shoved my tongue down his throat yet.”
“Adam!” I mocked back.
“We’re in public,” he pointed out. “People are everywhere!”
“So should I only play tonsil hockey in the car?” I asked, enjoying the chance to make my ‘capable big brother’ uncomfortable.
“Jesus, Eve,” he said, shocked.
“You shouldn’t use the Lord’s name in vain,” I pointed out, really enjoying standing up to my brother.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked.
“Not Simon,” I retorted with a smirk.
“Eve,” he said, his tone suddenly authoritarian, sounding just like dad, “I’m responsible for you and I will not have you wrecking your reputation.”
I scoffed, “And what reputation is that? Prude church girl? Prim Virgin Mary? Those ones would be devastating to shatter.”
He noticed we were beginning to get an audience so he ordered, “Get in the car.”
“And what about your reputation?!” I asked, my feet not budging.
“What about it?” he asked, unsure what I was going to say next.
Truthfully, I had heard a lot of rumours about my brother, with the girl’s bathroom being the truth serum for girls. One day I was in the bathroom back when Adam was dating another cheerleader, Ashley. She was giving everyone the vivid details of their night at Make-out Point.
I don’t recall every word, but I did learn a lot about my twin brother and his sexual prowess.
1. He had the biggest dick in the school. Ashley swore it was over eight inches long, and thick like the skinny Tammy’s wrist (Ashley’s words, not mine).
2. He could come three straight times in under an hour.
3. Unlike other guys, he was willing to return the favour (at the time I had no clue what that meant).
4. He was very dominant, which Ashley loved. I recall her saying he was the only guy in the world she would let give her a facial or call her his jizz-bucket.
Yet I didn’t say all that, instead I sarcastically said, “Oh nothing, you’re prince fucking charming,” using the ‘F’ word for the first time in my life except for back in the line just now when I thought there were only girls around.
I stormed back to the car, jostled past a sheepish Simon and jumped in the left-hand back door.
I saw Adam lecturing Simon briefly while he just kept nodding like a broken bobble head. I could only imagine what my brother was threatening him with.
Simon returned to the car while Adam walked back towards the canteen.
I asked, “Did Adam threaten you?”
Simon nodded, “He reminded me who your father was.”
“I’m pretty sure my dad kisses my mom,” I said.
“He was very convincing,” Simon said, looking terrified. Changing the subject, he said, “Here’s the snack you wanted, Eve.”
“Thank you, Simon,” I replied politely, even as I fumed inside.
Even at eighteen, I was still being treated like a child, and I wanted to be a woman. I leaned my boobs against his shoulder, placed my hand high onto his leg and said, “I’m sorry lover, let me thank you better than that.”
“What are you doing?” he asked, instantly nervous.
My hand moved from his leg to his crotch and I said, “Thanking my handsome date for the movie and snacks.”
“Stop that,” he said, pushing my hand away.
“What do you mean?” I asked, insulted he’d pushed my hand away.
“We can’t do anything,” he said adamantly.
“We can’t or you won’t?” I demanded angrily. When we arrived I’d had no intention of doing anything but hold hands, maybe a kiss goodnight, but since learning the rules from Tiffany and then being forbidden to follow any of them… I suddenly wanted to do more.
“It’s our first date,” he said.
Trying to be sexy, imagining what Marilyn Monroe, or better yet Jayne Mansfield, would do, I said, moving my hand back to his crotch, “I just want to inspect the merchandise.”
“Eve!” he gasped, but this time didn’t push my hand away… likely because I had a firm grip on his hard penis and he didn’t want to lose it.
“Is this because of me?” I asked coyly, feeling it was completely hard.
“Y-y-your brother is going to kill me,” Simon stammered, looking completely scared instead of enjoying the feeling of having his penis squeezed by a girl.
“Fine, whatever,” I said, pissed off and moving my hand away. “I would have sucked you.”
I’m not sure that was true, but I’d been considering it.
Tiffany returned, and seeing us sitting far apart asked, “Something wrong?”
I snapped, “He didn’t want his first date repayment.”
“Simon, you should never reject a girl’s advances,” Tiffany said, scolding Simon. “That’s very rude!”
“Your boyfriend threatened to kill me,” Simon said.
Tiffany sighed. “Protective brothers,” she lamented, nodding, looking at me with sympathy. “Thank God mine’s away in the military.”
“Mine seems to be a drill sergeant,” I said, still annoyed, but appreciating the female understanding.
“Okay, that he is,” she smiled, the innuendo obvious.
“Gross, he is my brother,” I said.
“Just saying he knows what he wants and he takes it,” she said, looking at Simon… clearly giving him good advice.
“Do you know what you want, Simon?” I asked, trying to sound sexy.
Simon’s eyes were big. He was clearly uncomfortable with the situation… and unprepared.
“I’ll keep your brother distracted if you want to play nurse resurrecting patient,” Tiffany offered, just before the door opened and Adam got back in the car.
He glanced back at both me and Simon as he said, “Ready for the second flick?”
I was. I found James Dean super sexy and was looking forward to seeing the movie everyone was raving about: ‘Rebel Without a Cause’.
“I’d leave you for James Dean in a heartbeat,” Tiffany joked to my brother as he settled back in his seat.
“As long as I have the same option for Marilyn, it’s a deal,” he joked right back.
“You two will love this film,” Adam continued, turning towards Simon and me. “It’s my third time seeing it.”
Tiffany quipped, her tone implying exactly what she meant, “Although you didn’t see much of it last time, did you?”
“Not in front of my sister,” Adam objected.
“Yes, her Virgin Mary ears can’t handle the shocking reality of whatever you were implying,” I said sardonically.
“Eve, please,” Adam sighed.
“What?” I cooed innocently. “Why didn’t you see the whole film last time, did you doze off?”
The film started and Adam didn’t answer, instead just shaking his head with annoyance.
I too was annoyed.
I was sick of being his baby sister and him treating me like he had to protect me from the big bad world.
I was sick of being seen as the minister’s kid, a stigma that didn’t seem to hinder Adam’s popularity, but suffocated mine.
I was sick of being perceived as a goody two shoes because I got good marks in school and was nice.
I wanted to be seen as pretty and sexy.
I wanted to be seen as a sexual being.
I wanted to have an adventure!
Although I really wanted to see this movie, instead I stewed about how I was being treated by both my brother and my date.
Why wouldn’t Simon stand up for me?
The answer was obvious… my brother could twist him into a pretzel without even breaking a sweat.
Still… I wanted a man who would fight for me. A man who wanted me. A man who knew what I wanted, and also knew what he wanted and took control.
As odd as it sounds, I wanted a man just like my brother.
Tiffany was leaning on my brother’s shoulder again and whispering, her right shoulder moving a fair amount. I wondered if she was giving my brother a hand job.
Feeling adventurous and wanting to push my boundaries, I scooted over to Simon and put my finger to his lips.
He shook his head no as I reached again for his penis.
I ignored his protests as I tried to unbutton his jeans, annoyed he was wearing a belt.
Yet again, he pushed my hand away.
Furious, I scooted all the way to my window and ignored him, staring at the movie, feeling completely unwanted.
A few minutes later, too angry even to watch anything, I closed my eyes, even as I heard Tiffany whisper, “Come on, Adam. I need that dick.”
“Tiffany, my sister is right behind me,” he whispered, even though I could tell by his tone he wanted to do whatever she was suggesting.
I kept my eyes closed and she said a minute later, “They’re both asleep.”
“No way,” he said.
Tiffany asked fairly loudly, “Simon, Eve, you awake?”
Thankfully Simon didn’t respond and I, trying to make it believable, began to snore lightly.
“See?” Tiffany said.
“Well, she is a sound sleeper,” he said, clearly still unsure about doing something sexual with his baby sister in the car.
What he was saying was in a sense true, since once I was really asleep I was impossible to wake up.
“Come on, I need a load of that sweet jizz,” Tiffany purred.
“We can’t fuck,” he stressed.
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