“I just want you to know, John, that there’s nothing wrong with what you did. And it doesn’t mean that you’re a homosexual. Tonight should have proved that to you.
“Sometimes Sharon and I make out with each other, just like you and I did tonight.
“Don’t get me wrong. Sharon and I usually don’t plan on having sex, whenever we get together. It just kind of happens–all on its own–when the situation is right, and we’re both in the mood.
“Of course, Sharon doesn’t have a penis. So there’s no way for us to actually fuck. But believe me, we do everything else. I was just wondering if guys did that too.”
“No. We didn’t kiss or hug, or anything like that. We just jacked off. And that’s pretty much all we did together.”
“That’s wild. What did you say to him? ‘Meet me at such and such time and place, so that we can jack off?'”
“No, not really. He’s a good friend of mine, even though he’s a year older than me. And he was the one who ‘came on’ to me.
“I was in his bedroom. And we were talking about ‘girls,’ and ‘sex,’ and stuff like that. Then he pulled out a Playboy magazine that he had hidden under his bed. And we both looked at all the naked women in the photos for a while.
“Then I looked over at his crotch. And I saw that he had a boner. And I just couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Of course, I had a bulge at the front of my pants too. And he was staring at my boner, just like I was staring at his.
“He asked me if I wanted to watch him jack off. I have to admit that I was very curious to see if my friend would jack off in the same way that I did. So I accepted his ‘offer,’ out of sheer curiosity, more than anything else.”
“Of course you did,” Val agreed. “If I were in your shoes, I would have too. But that’s not what ended up happening. Is it, John? Come on, you can be honest with me. I promise I’ll never tell anyone else.”
“Well, he pulled down his pants, and started jacking off in front of me. And I couldn’t help but reach down into my crotch, and squeeze my boner through my pants, while I was watching him.
“Then he told me that it was okay with him, if I wanted to go ahead and jack off in front of him too. So I pulled my pants down. And I started…uhm…well, you know…” John’s voice trailed off, as a wave of embarrassment all of the sudden overwhelmed him.
“Playing with yourself?” Val suggested, trying to help John out with the unexpected tongue-tied pause in his story.
“Yeah, that. And I was doing it, right in front of him, just like he was already doing in front of me.
“Then he moved in real close to me, while we were still standing up, face-to-face. And he started rubbing and beating the head of his dick up against mine. We laughed as we had this play-swordfight with our dicks. But it was also very erotic. And I got really excited.
“When my friend reached over and grabbed hold of my dick, I didn’t try to stop him. I just reached across and grabbed hold of his dick, as we continued our play-swordfight, with each of us controlling the other person’s little ‘sword.’
“Actually, compared to his ‘sword,’ my ‘sword’ was really only a ‘dagger.'”
“That must’ve been very intimidating,” Val said. “I know how intimidated I was by Sharon’s firm medium-size breasts, with their perfectly-formed puffy nipples, the first time that we ever got naked in front of each other. I felt like my saggy breasts, with my weird-looking long-ass nipples, were inferior to hers.
“But I found out later, that my large breasts and my unique-looking nipples really excited Sharon a lot. And she couldn’t keep her hands off of them. Do my breasts excite you, John?”
“You bet.”
“Well your dick excites me too. And I’ll bet that the other boy also found your dick to be exciting.”
“Well, I don’t know about that. But at least he didn’t make fun of it. This all probably sounds really stupid to you.”
“On the contrary. I think it’s pretty cute. Sharon and I usually play around with each other, before we make out. You wouldn’t believe some of the silly things we’ve done together.
“But let me guess. The other boy started stroking your little ‘sword.’ And that’s when you stopped playing around, and ‘got down to business.'”
“Close, but no cigar. During our little ‘swordfight,’ my friend placed his other hand on my balls. So I did the same thing to him. And while we were feeling out each other’s balls, we both stopped laughing and joking around. And the mood quickly got very serious. My friend finally said, ‘Tell you what. Why don’t we just jack each other off?’
“Then we both got naked from the waist down. And we sat down on the floor, facing each other, with our legs spread apart. And we jacked each other off, while we both stared at each other’s dicks the whole time.
“My friend orgasmed first. And I really enjoyed watching him orgasm, and seeing his sperm squirt out all over the place.
“Afterwards, he just kept on jacking me off. And, as you can imagine, it didn’t take very long at all for him to make me orgasm. But I have to admit that it was kind of embarrassing, when I was letting him watch me orgasm. Pretty boring, huh?”
“On the contrary. I find it fascinating just how different boys and girls are from each other. By the way, after it was all over, did this other boy let you know that he wanted to jack off with you again sometime?”
“Yeah, he did, as a matter of fact.”
“You see? I told you he liked your dick.”
“But I’m not sure whether I really want to do that again.”
“Let me know how that goes. But I’ll bet you a dollar that you’ll end up with your hands on that other boy’s dick again, before this month is over with.
“Now I’d better get back to my own bedroom,” Val said, right after John’s penis finally went limp enough to fall out of her vagina on its own.
John rolled off of Val, and watched her as she stood up, and put her nightgown back on.
“Hey, don’t forget your panties,” John said.
“That’s okay. Why don’t you just keep ’em?” Val said, leaning over the bed to give John a tender kiss on his forehead.
“I will. I’ll keep ’em for the rest of my life!”
“Goodnight, John. Pleasant dreams,” she said as she left John’s bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her.
Val went straight to her bedroom, closed and locked her bedroom door, took her nightgown off, got into her bed, pulled the covers up over her nude body–and then immediately began masturbating like crazy.
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.
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