Her masturbation lasted for nearly an hour–with Val orgasming her butt off several times–before she finally felt sexually
satisfied enough so that she could get some sleep.
Val was surprised–and caught totally off-guard–by just how mentally exciting it was for her to know that she actually had her own brother’s freshly-ejaculated sperm inside her pussy.
Two days later, John walked up to Val, and handed her a dollar bill.
“What’s this for?” Val asked.
“Turn it over,” John said, pointing to the dollar bill that was now in Val’s hand.
She turned over the bill. And on the back of it, was scrawled in ink–in big letters–the words “YOU WON!”
“Remember the bet you made me the other night?” John said.
And Val started giggling. “Shame on you, John, you naughty boy!” Val said with a big smile on her face, and then winked at him.
“Shame on you, too,” John replied, and winked right back at her.
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CHAPTER 15
2008: The New “Wife”
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The real Valerie–a.k.a. Val, John’s twin sister–went on to become quite the nymphomaniac. Throughout high school and college, Val changed boyfriends like she was changing clothes, all the while, confiding to John about her personal experiences with each different boyfriend.
John used to kid her each time she started dating a new guy, by asking her if she had finally found the perfect penis yet.
And Val’s answer would always be the same: “Yeah. But unfortunately, it belongs to my own brother.” And John had always loved to hear her say that.
John used to also warn Val that if she kept screwing all those different guys, without ever using any birth control, she’d eventually end up getting pregnant, and not even know who the father was.
And Val used to always blow him off, by saying something like, “Well, that’s my business, and not yours, Little Brother.” Val liked to occasionally emphasize the fact that she was born just a few minutes before John was, thereby technically making her the slightly-older twin.
After college, Val had had an unbroken string of live-in boyfriends, none of them ever lasting more than a year or so.
And she never did get pregnant, despite her total disregard for birth control methods.
Val died at the age of 48 from ovarian cancer. And in her will, she had named John as the executor and sole heir to her entire estate, which turned out to be a very small one, once all of her debts were paid off.
A few days after Val’s death in 1999, while John had been over at her apartment, going through all her possessions and trying to determine what he should do with them, he had opened up one of her dresser drawers, and it had been filled with her bras and panties. Almost all of her pieces of underwear were white, and very plain looking, with no frills or lace anywhere to be found.
Underneath the pile of Val’s underwear, John had found a dual 5″ x 7″ photo frame that was hinged together on one side. He had opened up the double frame, and on the right side was a small photo of him and Val together at the beach in their outdated, odd-looking swimsuits. The faded black-and-white picture had been taken about six months after John’s unexpected late-night sexual encounter with Val had taken place.
While Sharon was taking the picture with Val’s camera, John and Val had been standing side-by-side, very close together. And John had playfully reached down behind Val’s back, and grabbed a handful his sister’s butt. And that’s when Sharon had snapped the picture, catching Val with a look of total surprise on her face.
Inside the photo frame on the left side was a single dollar bill, with the words “YOU WON!” written in large letters across it. When John saw the dollar bill, he had just sat there for a while, as he had struggled to fight off the tears that were welling up in his eyes.
Val took her secret, incestuous, adolescent sexual encounter to her grave with her. And John had also intended to do the same.
But right now, it was a little bit after 4 o’clock on a sunny Saturday afternoon. And John was standing in front of the vanity, in the main bathroom at his and Jan’s home, with his pants and underwear pulled down around his thighs, as he was stroking himself towards another one of his hard-fought-for orgasms.
Ever since his adolescent clandestine “one-night stand” with his slightly-older twin sister, it had always been very difficult for John to build up his sexual excitement level to a point where it would actually trigger him to orgasm. He assumed that it was just the way that his body was “wired.”
The thought never occurred to John that his orgasmic difficulties might be mentally and emotionally-related, and actually be the direct result of his extremely embarrassing premature ejaculation onto Val’s vulva, that night in his bedroom. And John would have never believed that his continued regular use of Val’s panties as a masturbation aid–coupled with his persistent mental “re-living” of his secret sexual encounter with Val–had only served to exacerbate and extend his “orgasmic build-up” problem. But in John’s case, this was exactly what was happening.
The fact is, that before that “special night” with Val took place, John’s orgasms had always been pretty much “hair-triggered,” just like they are for many young boys.
But be that as it may, this afternoon in the bathroom was no different than any other time that John had ever masturbated as an adult. And John was just thankful for the fact that he was actually capable of achieving an orgasm–even though he always had to struggle to reach that “goal.”
Unfortunately, John’s penis would always “pay the price” for his orgasms, by taking a beating in the process, and getting pretty raw.
This was only made worse by the fact that John’s fully-erect penis was a short one, by almost anyone’s standards. At this point in his life, his boner was just a little under 4 inches long.
However, what John lacked in the “penis” department, he more than made up for in the “testicles” department. John’s balls were quite large, and still capable of producing lots and lots of sperm.
At any rate, this afternoon, John had already been in the bathroom aggressively hand-pumping his penis for nearly 15 minutes, before he finally got to the point where he could feel that he was just about to climax.
And only thing that John was really concerned about at this very moment, was that he didn’t get any sperm on those precious white nylon panties, the crotch of which he had wrapped around the end of his penis.
He pulled the panties away from his well-worn, 57-year-old penis, and gently tossed them onto the vanity countertop, just in time to watch the sperm, as it started to flow out of his piss-hole slit, in little globs.
His sperm used to forcefully squirt out of his penis, way back when he was a much-younger man. But nowadays, despite his comparatively-tame ejaculations, John was very thankful that it still felt just as great as it ever did, for him to ejaculate sperm.
And during a single orgasm, John would always end up ejaculating at least two or three times the amount of semen that an ordinary man his age would normally ejaculate.
While John was in the bathroom “doing his thing,” he had forgotten to turn the amplification level of his hearing aid up high enough. And so he hadn’t heard the knocks at the front door of his house, or Jan’s voice calling out, “Who is it?”
“It’s Lisa, Mom,” the voice called back through the closed front entry door of the house.
Jan had opened the front door, and exchanged the requisite quick hugs and kisses with her daughter, Lisa, who had her 12-year-old son, Alex, in-tow.
It was at this point that John had been on the verge of orgasming.
“I know you weren’t expecting us ’til tomorrow. But I decided to take the day off from work, and drive up today. I hope you don’t mind.” Lisa had said to Jan.
“No, not at all, Sweetie,” Jan had replied, while she was getting a big hug and kiss from Alex.
It was at this point that John had tossed Val’s panties onto the vanity countertop.
“Where’s Dad?” Lisa had asked.
“Oh, I think he went out for a walk, or something,” Jan had replied. “He should be back soon.”
“Listen, I don’t mean to be rude. But it’s a heck of a long drive from Austin to here. And if I don’t go use the restroom right now, I’m gonna pee my pants,” Lisa had said, starting to make a beeline for the main bathroom, while Alex was laughing at his mother’s last remark.
“Come on, Alex,” Jan had said, pulling him by the hand towards the kitchen, “I think Grandma’s got a cookie or two for you here someplace.”
It was at this point that John had let out his old man’s version of a “cum-grunt,” and the sperm was starting to generously flow out of the tip of his penis.
By the time that Lisa reached the bathroom door, she already had the top button on her jeans undone, and the zipper pulled all the way down, so that her fly was wide-open, with her white panties showing through the “V” shape at the front. And her jeans were barely being held in place by her narrow hips and butt.
She threw open the bathroom door, and barged right into the bathroom.
The edge of the door hit John hard on the left hip. And the sheer force of the door pivoted his whole body to the left, as he leaned over and instinctively grabbed his hip with his left hand.
His grimacing face was instantly buried in the crack of a woman’s cleavage.
His first coherent thought was, John, you stupid idiot, you forgot to lock the door!
He immediately assumed that the small breasts on either side of his cheeks belonged to Jan. But then he realized that Jan didn’t wear low-cut blouses anymore.
While his sperm was still flowing out of his penis, and dripping onto the bathroom floor, he thought, Oh my God, it’s not Jan!
“I’m sorry,” Lisa said, slightly leaning over him, “I didn’t know you were–”
John quickly pulled his head up out of Lisa’s cleavage to talk to her. But when he did that, the back of his head caught her square under the chin.
Lisa bit down hard on her tongue, as her head snapped sharply backward, and made her whole back arch. This arching of her back also pushed her pelvic area forward, and Lisa felt something poking her, just above her pubic bone.
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