My Sister and Her Friends – Chapter 17

“Chicken noodle.” I croak out.

A few minutes later she comes in with a tray of the soup and crackers and 7-Up. That’s her cure-all 7-Up. It will fix most diseases, of that she is certain.

I am actually hungry, though, and the soup and saltines are good. Oh alright, the 7-Up is good too. It’s the original, Sprite and Slice and all the others came later. 7-Up is the mack daddy of the lemon-lime world.

“David… I’ve been meaning to talk to you but everybody’s always so busy…”

Jesus, here it comes again. Mom, please don’t.

“I just feel, I just want… I want you to be able to talk to me. About anything. School. Friends. Girls, anything…” She’s really trying. And she is my mom. And she does pay for everything.

“Mom… I’m not sure you’d like what I have to say…”

“Oh Davey, you can tell me anything! I promise I won’t get mad!” She leaned over me to rub my shoulder. And i swear she dragged her tits across my cock.

“Well… I’m not exactly a virgin…”

“What? Who’s the slut! Who are you seeing!”

“You said you wouldn’t get mad, Mom.”

“Well, I didn’t know you were going to piss me off like this…”

“Sorry… It’s just kind of natural… something that happens…”

“I know what ‘happens’. It’s probably Vickie’s slutty friends. That fucking Vanessa. Goddamnit I’m calling that Mrs. Adriaman… Aramderers… whoever the fuck Vaneesa’s Mom is. I’ve got their number somewhere out in the kitchen.”

She storms out of my room.

Fuck. I can’t have this. Who knows what Sandra would say if Mom confronts her. She might spill all the beans. She knows I’m fucking my sister, and god knows she’s susceptible to a strong personality.

I charge out into the kitchen. Mom is rummaging through the drawer, looking for the address book.

“Mom. Stop it. It isn’t her.”

“Bullshit, I’ve seen her look at you with those dirty eyes of hers.”

Dirty eyes, what the fuck does that mean?

“Mom, quit it. Even if it was her, you can’t do this!”

“Aha! So it is her! That little fucking tramp… she probably gave you a disease… here’s the book…”

“Mom! Stop it!”

“Let’s see here… 867…”

“No.”

“53…”

I slap the phone out of her hand. Incredulous, she reaches down to pick it up off the floor.

I look at her fat fucking ass as she bends over… and I spank it. Hard. She drops the phone and whirls on me.

“DAVID LEE JOHNSON!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK..”

I grab her arm and twist her around and push her against the kitchen wall. I spank her fucking ass repeatedly, hard. SPANK SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Owww! DAVID! You’re hurting me owww!!!!”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Stopit!!” SPANK SPANK

“Are you goiing to call anybody?” SPANK SPANK!

“No! Ow!! DAVEY!!!”

“Ever? You’re not ever going to call anybody about this, are you?” SPANK SPANK SPANK!

“No Jesus Oww!”

“You act like you’re jealous!” SPANK SPANK!

“You can’t have me! I’m your son!” Spank SPANK!

“Davey Stop! please! Owwww!”

“You want my cock?” SPANK SPANK SPANK

“No Davey! Not like this!”

“HERE! Have it!”

I yanked her arm down so she kind of fell/sat on the ground. I pulled my raging hard cock out of my sweatpants and stuck it in her face.

“Go on, suck it!” I grabbed her hair and pulled her onto my cock.

“That’s it… suck it good… yeah you like that cock, doncha, bitch… are you my bitch?” she nods… yes she is my bitch.

I pulled my cock out and jerked it off on her face. There wasn’t a lot of cum as Mrs. A took most of it earlier. But there was enough cum to drip onto her cheeks and into her mouth.

“Swallow it. That’s what you want.”

Mom’s eyes were gleaming as she swallowed me down. Tears ran down her cheeks.

I didn’t know what to do now… I was now completely ashamed and embarassed.

“Thanks for the soup. Next time I say I don’t need something, maybe you will listen to me…”

– – –

Vickie came home from school and found me watching TV with no sound and with a blank look on my face.

“Hello-o-o-o! Little brother!! how was your day!!” She knew I was going over to Mrs.s A’s house.

I didn’t respond right away. I think I need some counseling or something. I think I’m going nuts…

“David… what’s wrong?”

“It’s been… kind of a confusing day…”

“How so… tell me baby…” Vickie sits down by me, her arm around me in a loving way.

“Mrs. A’s was… amazing… I’ll tell you later about it… but you hit the nail on the head with her.”

“Glad I could help! So what’s the problem?”

“Mom came home to make me some lunch.”

“… yeah…?”

“She… she came onto me… and got mad at me when I said I wasn’t a virgin… and threatened to call Mrs. A and chew her out…”

“Ho-leeee shit…”

“Yeah. So I spanked her. A lot.”

“Really? You spanked Mom! Oh my fucking god.”

“And then I jerked off on her face…”

“Holy shit David! What is wrong with you!”

“I don’t even fucking know…”

We sat there for a minute or so, in silence.

Vickie hugged me.

“Thanks… Vick…” And I broke down completely.

– – –

It’s now May. My first year of college is ending. Vickie and Michele are graduating. Vanessa… sweet but damaged Vanessa… has left school and gone to California to pursue an acting career. She asked me to go with her. She’s in love with me. I almost went. Maybe I should have.

I’ve had a lot of troubling dreams lately about Mom. They are… very detailed… and usually entail me in some weird situation with her laughing or joking at my expense. I finally realized that these were not dreams… but they were memories. Bad memories. This seems to explain this love/hate thing I have with women… don’t judge till you’ve been there, my friend.

Michele, the love of my life, is going to New York in a couple of days. We’ve made love a lot over the past few months, and I love her an impossible amount, but I have to let her go and fulfill her dream while I find mine.

Vickie, my lovely sister, has also come to grips with some of her bad memories, too. She has helped me so much, though. She’s leaving in July for Atlanta to pursue a career in Clinical Psychology. I can’t believe how much I will miss her and there’s often some crying after we make love. Which is almost every night. I’ve told Mom not to bother me anymore, and Vickie and I sleep together now… well… when she’s not out fucking some other guy. I’m okay with that. I’ve fucked 37 other girls this year. Yes, I keep a list.

Mom… what about Mom… she drinks a lot, most of the time, now. She tries to be nice to us, but it’s just all phony. We keep up the pretense, though, I’m not sure why.

Sandra Aramendia has offered for me to stay with her while I finish college. I am taking her up on that. I can’t live with Mom when Vickie leaves. After Vanessa left, Sandra found an older guy named, surprisingly enough, David. They are head over heels in love. He’s a cool guy and is excited about me staying with them He’s never had a boy and we get along famously… I haven’t slept with Sandra in two months, though… which is kind of a bummer…

– – –

I graduated college with a degree in Visual Sciences, meaning video production. I got Sandra and Dave to buy me some gear in my sophomore year and I took to it like a duck to water. I was doing weddings, bar mitzvahs, and, my personal favorite, ‘boudoir’ videos. That’s where a woman or a couple want dirty movies of themselves. Kinda fun.

Mom died. Liver failure.

After college I went to, you guessed it, New York City. I wasn’t immediately successful, but eventually worked my way into one of those companies with the word “Broadcasting” in the middle of it. It really was my passion and I become very good at it.

– – –

“Hey Michele” I said as I caught up to her on Park Avenue and 73rd.

She whirled around. “David? Oh David!!” And she grabbed me tightly and hugged and kissed me.

“I didn’t know you were here already!” I had been here six months now.

“Michele… it’s so good to see you.. I missed you at Christmas…” Whenever she came home for the holidays, we managed to sneak in some good love-making.

She sighed… heavily… that’s not good.

“David… I… well you see…”

“You’re with someone.”

“… yes…” she lowered her head. We had always promised we would wait until I got established. I did. I waited, and I got established.

“And it’s serious…?” My heart is breaking right here on the fucking New York street.

“… yes… but it’s also complicated…”

“Complicated? As in…? He’s your boss or something?”

“…yes…”

“And… married?” …Michele.. what are you doing…

She bowed her head.

“He says he’s going to leave her in two months.”

“Kids?”

“Two…”

I wiped my eyes. She’s everything I ever wanted. Everything. And we had each other, once upon a time.

And now we don’t.

“David… you’re fantastic… and a fantastic lover… you can get anybody…”

“Don’t want ’em.”

“I just… David, I need to see this through…”

I pulled out my business card and gave it to her.

“This has my cell phone on it.” I pointed to the enormous bulge in my pants that, unfortunately, wasn’t Mr. Johnson. “Call me anytime. I have always loved you. And I always will. You know that. I’m all grown up now, and we could have a wonderful life, with beautiful children of our own. That’s all I want, is you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted…”

I held her little chin in my hand and kissed her gently.

I walked away and didn’t turn around.

– – –

I got married two years later to this gorgeous and sexy lady who really loved me. Her name was Michele. Yeah, that Michele. That guy never left his wife, and she realized that most of New York is filled with douche bags and the perfect lifelong guy was right under her nose the whole time.

We had two wonderful boys, both who’re now in college and are off on their own adventures. We don’t have a fairy tale marriage… hey, marriage is work, man! But we’ve never strayed and we still have a lot of sex after these many years.

Vanessa passed away a few years ago. She never could exorcise those demons within her. There just didn’t seem to be enough crazy sex, or alcohol, or cocaine to get rid of them. Michele and I rescued her a couple times over the years, but it never seemed to take and she would be off again on some wild-ass adventure with the wrong guy. Maybe If I went with her to California way back when… but who knows. I wouldn’t have had Michele, if I did that. She died while drunk driving in Malibu, California.