Author’s Note
This story contains themes of incest. It is loosely based on events I experienced in the 1980s – things which I continue to benefit from today [and probably explains my sexually twisted nature]. Naturally, the names and some of the circumstances have been changed or altered for the sake of creativity and a sense of anonymity, while the Dallas area and businesses in that vicinity are factual. I hope you enjoy as we go back to a time of Ronald Reagan and the Cold War, Michael Jackson as the King of Pop, Yuppies, AIDS, and MTV! But first…
Prologue
The room was empty except for two sisters, seated together in the front row staring straight ahead at the coffin that contained their mother’s body. Bobby took a deep breath, exhaled, then walked ahead to greet his siblings.
When they saw him, his stepsisters smiled and rose to meet him. While they had all been so close when they were younger, time and age had inevitably separated them in many ways. Yet, the connections they had made back then were strong ones, unique ones, and they knew nothing would ever permanently break the bonds of affection they each felt toward the other.
The older of his stepsisters, Sarah, embraced him in a tight squeeze, “Oh, Bobby…” Even at 55 years old she was a stunning specimen of beauty with straight, dark brown hair that hung just below her shoulders. A few streaks of grey had materialized since last he had seen her. Her eyes were also a deep brown, radiating warmth as well as an inner splendor coupled with a devious and mischievous nature.
He hugged her against his frame and tried to soothe her as best he could, “I know. I’m so sorry. At least she is out of pain now.” Bobby let his hands caress Sarah’s back in comfort as he whiffed the sweet, familiar fragrance of her body. “How are Brad and the kids?”
Sarah had married for the second time ten years ago and her new husband came with two boys, making an instant mother out of her, something she never quite took a liking to – similar to her own mother. “They’re all fine. At home, of course. None of them had any desire to come and I can’t say I blame them. Mom wasn’t the most accepting or likable person was she?” They exchanged pained smiles while nodding their heads to acknowledge the obvious. “What about Diane?”
“Hmm…same, and for the same reasons,” he answered with a huff and a smirk. Bobby, also 55 years old, had married his wife Diane thirty years prior and found it stunning, if not completely unbelievable, that they were still together. The passion had gone out of his marriage years before and he was all but certain his wife had been cheating on him for the past several years.
When they released, it was his younger stepsister’s turn. “Hello, Ella. I’m so very sorry.” She was 51 years old and possessed an equally alluring beauty, even at the half-century mark, although she was always more reserved and shy than her older sister. Ella stood a few inches taller than Sarah, and her cropped hair was the shade of caramel that matched wonderfully with her piercing green eyes.
“Thank you, Bobby,” she answered, and reached out to take him in her arms to receive the same heart-felt consolation, which gave her some measure of relief and solace. Being in his arms always did that for her. “Chrissy sends her love.”
Chrissy was Ella’s partner, and had been ever since Ella’s own brief marriage had failed years ago when she had married the only boyfriend she ever had right out of college. Unfortunately, their mother never approved of Ella’s new lifestyle and, he assumed, Chrissy chose to absent herself from the immediate occasion like every other extended family member. It was the course of action Chrissy – and all the rest of them – had grown accustomed to over the years.
Bobby went to kneel in front of the casket to say a prayer as the other two resumed their seated vigil. As he knelt in front of the only person he had ever really known as mother, Bobby tried to keep his thoughts positive and offered up a genuine prayer for her spirit. When he felt satisfied, he whispered, “Amen,” then joined his stepsisters to wait for the expected crowd of mourners who would dutifully file past them with expressions of sorrow and hollow words of condolence. None of them were looking forward to the next several hours.
As he sat in silence with his stepsisters, Bobby realized it was becoming increasingly hard to remember their childhood together. The older he got, the more distant the memories of the past became. Maybe that was a good thing. Then, unconsciously, a long-forgotten melody accompanied by a distinctive baritone voice came back to him from the deepest recesses of his mind and he spoke out loud, “Like sands through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives.”
Seated next to him, his stepsisters grinned broadly, immediately recognizing that as the opening to The Days of Our Lives, a soap opera their mother used to watch religiously every afternoon while they were in school. Many times in their youth the three siblings remarked that their mother cared more about what happened in the fictional town of Salem, with the equally fictitious Horton family, than she cared about any of them. They still thought that was true.
Sarah chuckled, “Oh my God, Bobby. Whatever made you think of that?”
“I have absolutely no idea,” he answered honestly, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. But his mind now accelerated into overdrive, taking him back – deep into the past – reflections he was powerless from stopping.
I
It was March of 1985, on a night like any other. Ronald Reagan was in his second term of office – it was Morning in America. Yet, the country was still in the throes of a Cold War with the Soviet Union. The AIDS epidemic was a growing national concern. Both of those issues – one domestic and one international – created a latent sense of anxiety in the country, especially with respect to AIDS as there was just so much that was still unknown about it at the time.
This unknown entity regarding AIDS had a profound impact on the sexual activity – and sexual promiscuity – of teenagers back then. The hallmark of any teenager’s maturity – the lifeblood of an adolescent’s experience during a very important and formative time – was hampered by a disease nobody seemed to understand. As a result, adolescents in the mid-80s were less sexually active and, even worse, less willing to take any unnecessary risks concerning sex than any group of kids in history. To put it bluntly, AIDS scared people shitless, especially teenagers, as it was even suspected at the time that you could get it just from swapping saliva during a kiss.
It wasn’t as though sex didn’t exist because of course it did. It was an ever-present topic of conversation and curiosity for teens, and there certainly were those who participated it in. Still – by and large – kids were anxious and, as a result, very cautious.
Consequently, despite Bobby and Sarah both being 18 years old and seniors at Highland Park High School in suburban Dallas, they were each supremely naïve in the ways of sex. Their relative sexual knowledge at this point in their lives was minimal at best – reserved for quiet conversations with their friends or the occasional titty magazine that made its way into Bobby’s hands, usually courtesy of one of his friends after they were done with it.
As Bobby lay on his bed, he listened to the increasing volume of an argument his parents were having downstairs. It seemed that’s all they ever did anymore, day or night. He stopped caring long ago why they were arguing or what they were arguing about. Bobby just wanted them to stop. He wanted the shouting and yelling, the name-calling and insults, to just melt away and disappear.
Bobby’s real mother had passed away ten years previously, when he had been only eight, and for a few years he and his father were on their own. It hadn’t been perfect but, up to that point, those had been the best years of his life. Memories of his real mom were growing fainter now and he came to the realization that she had already been gone for over half of his short life.
But, it was during nights like this that he missed his mother the most. He couldn’t remember if his real mom and dad had ever fought. He had no recollection of that, but he sincerely doubted they had ever had an argument like the one he was listening to now. It was as if his dad and stepmom actually hated one another and, as he lay on his bed waiting for the shouting to end, Bobby wondered why the hell they had ever married in the first place.
Along with a new mother came two new sisters, and the only thing they had ever done was annoy the shit out of him since the day they all moved in together six years ago. The oldest was Sarah, who by sheer coincidence was only separated in age from Bobby by forty-three days. She had just turned eighteen the previous month and her only interest at home was bothering him about stupid shit or hogging the bathroom. Then there was Ella who was fourteen. For the most part Bobby liked her, except when she barged into his room without permission, which seemed to be happening more and more lately.
To the outside world, the Peterson family was the absolute quintessence of perfection. In reality, they were anything but that. It always made Bobby mad when they went to church and people would talk about how wonderful his parent were, and what a blessed home they must have. All bullshit – complete and utter bullshit. But his parents exceled in deception and keeping up appearances. In Highland Park, that was an absolute necessity of life. He wished the people from church could hear what was happening inside their house this night. It would probably shock some of them to death.
The only place in the entire house that was completely Bobby’s was his room. It was a spacious bedroom located on the second floor and down the hall to the right. His parent’s room took up one side of the upstairs while the three kids shared the other half, along with a gigantic bathroom that was a battleground every morning as they prepared for school.
As he grew older, Bobby had become extremely protective of this space as well as his privacy, especially the last few years when his penis became his best friend. This bedroom was his own personal, private haven.
There was a momentary lull in shouting from downstairs, and Bobby picked his head up off the pillow hoping that maybe his parents had gotten tired of fighting and decided to call it a night. Then, all too quickly, the yelling commenced again. In a fit of anger himself, Bobby pounded on the bedroom wall with all his might. As his bed was conveniently positioned right next to the wall, the booming sound he made reverberated loudly around the house.
Momentarily startled, an eerie silence descended as his parents stopped arguing – caught mid-sentence between insults. In that brief interlude, Bobby heard his father coming up the stairs and approaching his room. The bedroom door opened and his father’s head poked in.
“Was that you that banged? Everything ok?” his father asked rather casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking place that night.
Angry and irritable, and with more than a hint of sarcasm, Bobby sat straight up in his bed and shouted, “No Dad, I’m not alright! Can y’all just shut up! I’m sick and tired of the fighting. Every night. All night. Jesus Christ, just get divorced already!”
A look of shock registered on his father’s face, followed by one of shame. He opened his mouth to speak – stood there for a second or two, then decided against it. He looked at his son apologetically, though to his son he appeared pathetic and weak. As he turned and shut the door, Bobby slammed his head down on the pillow and faced the wall he had just banged so effectively.
Mercifully, the fighting that night ended and Bobby took some small measure of comfort in knowing he had stopped it. However, he also realized this was simply a minor truce in a larger war that undoubtedly would continue tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and, thankfully, fell asleep rather quickly.
In the bedroom across the hall lay Sarah and Ella. They had also been lying awake listening to the ensuing argument between their mother and stepdad, and heard their brother’s angry outcry as well.
They loved their mom without question, but they had also come to love their stepdad who generously spoiled each of them. Their real father left one night when they were both very little and had never come home, so they did not know him and had no desire to. Their stepdad adopted them soon after he married their mother and, for all practical purposes, he had become the only real father the girls had ever known. They hated the loud arguments their parents often had but felt there was nothing they could do about it, hoping instead that everything would simply work out in time.
As the next few days passed, a lull was established between the two mature adults in the household and that brief respite, although pleasant, only created a false sense of security and fake atmosphere. Everyone walked on eggshells not wanting to upset anyone else, and the siblings privately wondered when the ceasefire would end.
In the meantime, when he wasn’t attending school Bobby chose to spend most of his time at home in his room, isolated and away from nearly everyone. He was in no mood to put up with any of them. The selfish and stuck up students he knew in high school were carbon copies of the adults in their neighborhood. They would soon go off to college, but then run back to Highland Park just as fast as they could to become the newest and most updated version of their parents. The apple never fell far from the tree in Highland Park. It was a cesspool of pretentiousness and his parents were simply one example – more concerned about their status in town and what the neighbors thought than anything else.
Ella would pop her head into his room from time to time just to say hello, which Bobby appreciated and tried his hardest to be patient and polite. He didn’t want to take his anger out on her. It wasn’t her fault and she didn’t deserve to be anybody’s scapegoat. Sarah was another issue as they never seemed to talk unless it was through sarcasm or being mean to each other.
One afternoon when he returned home from school, Bobby went into the bathroom he shared with his stepsisters and began his favorite activity – masturbating. He had inadvertently glanced down the front of Angela Simpson’s shirt during class when he stood over her desk, and the image of her nice plump breasts, covered by her white cotton bra, was seared in his memory.
In addition and not surprising, he thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of his hard cock in his hand as he pumped it back and forth while sitting on top of the toilet seat. Nothing compared to the feeling of jerking off and Bobby thought it was quite possible he could play with himself all day if ever given the chance.
As he continued to tug and pull at his stiff member, Sarah unexpectedly walked into the bathroom and stopped abruptly as she spied her stepbrother with his hand around his dick. The sudden intake of her breath, combined with the door opening, caught Bobby by surprise and he slouched over to cover himself.
Sarah opened her mouth to speak but could only manage, “Uh…I…”
“Get the fuck out of here!” Bobby screamed, and Sarah stammered a quick apology before turning and shutting the door behind her.
Bobby remained in his covered position for several minutes before deciding to get up and lock the door, something he had evidently neglected to do. What the fuck was I thinking, he thought? I was thinking about Angela’s tits, that’s what, he answered himself. But his penis was already shrinking down to its normal size and any desire he had to pleasure himself was gone.
“Fucking asshole,” he said to an empty bathroom. Pulling up his pants, Bobby washed his hands, unlocked the bathroom door and walked out into the hallway hoping he could make it to his room without seeing Sarah. Thankfully, he got down the hall and into his room without incident – then flopped on his bed.
That very same night, for reasons known only to his parents, the arguing started again. Bobby couldn’t believe some of the things they were saying to each other. It was as if his parents didn’t know one another; like they were two complete strangers who happened to find themselves married to each other by accident.
Then, three nights later, shit really started to hit the fan.
As Bobby lay on his bed, headphones covering his ears as he listened to the stereo, something crashed very loudly down in the living room. Quickly pulling off the headset, Bobby sat up straight in bed to await whatever came next. After an extended pause there was more yelling and cursing and, shortly thereafter, another spectacular smashing noise emanated from below as something flew against the living room wall. Holy shit, he thought, someone is really going to get hurt.
Just as he was about to get out of bed, deciding he had no choice but to intervene in his parent’s messy business once again, his door opened and Ella hurried inside. Shutting his door quietly, she scrambled over to stand by the side of his bed. She was crying uncontrollably and shaking pretty badly. Bobby didn’t really know what to do but he had to do something to calm her down. Rising to sit on the edge of his bed, he brought Ella into his arms, hating his parents with a renewed intensity he hadn’t known he possessed.
As his arms wrapped around his stepsister, he could feel her shivering. Warm tears dribbled onto his bare shoulder. Bobby rubbed her back and managed to say the only thing he could think of, “It’ll be alright Ella.” But, would it? How hollow those words sounded to him.
Yet the fighting downstairs continued. His parents seemed oblivious to how their arguing might be affecting the rest of the family. The shouting and cursing and insults hurled back and forth between them, like a tennis ball being volleyed between two opposing players at Wimbledon. Ella nestled snuggly inside her big brother’s arms and he held her tightly, trying his best to make her feel safe and secure.
After a few minutes, Bobby’s door opened again and this time Sarah walked in. “Oh good,” she exhaled loudly in obvious relief before shutting the door. “I was hoping you came in here. I really didn’t want to have to walk downstairs to find you.” Clearly she was talking about Ella, who remained buried inside her big brother’s tight hug. She tilted her head sideways to look over at her sister.
Renewed anger intensified inside Bobby. “God damn those two!”
“Yeah,” Sarah agreed. This may have been the first time she had ever agreed with Bobby about anything. “I don’t know what they have to always argue about.” She walked over to where Bobby was sitting on his bed holding Ella and plopped down beside him. “I hate them.”
Startled, Ella pushed herself away from Bobby, “Don’t say that!”
“Why not?” Sarah answered sharply. “They deserve it.” She crossed her arms and huffed, decidedly making her point.
“I know,” Ella responded meekly, then added, “Just don’t say it, okay?”
For a time the three of them stayed where they were, unsure what to do next and waiting to see if the battle was over. Thankfully, nothing else crashed or shattered that night but the damage had already been done. While the yelling had minimized, the discussion downstairs was still going strong and seemed poised to escalate at any moment.
Finally, Ella spoke up and asked a question she had only ever asked Bobby twice before, each during a rather horrific thunderstorm. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”
Without hesitation he assured her, “Of course you can.” He gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.
Pulling herself from his arms and smiling happily, Ella hopped into Bobby’s bed and slid down under the covers to get comfortable. Although he was only 4 years her senior, tonight Bobby felt much older and considered it his responsibility to look after and care for his younger sister.
With Ella all snug and cozy in his bed, Bobby and Sarah sat side by side on the edge of it and waited for something they couldn’t identify. Were they waiting for their parents to stop fighting, or for Ella to fall asleep, or the sound of more crashing and yelling? They didn’t know, but they sat there together on the bed and waited anyway.
After a little while, two of those three things happened as the fighting stopped and Ella fell asleep. Still, they remained seated next to each other and listened as their parents walked up the stairs and proceeded in the opposite direction down the hall to their room.
“I wonder which one of them surrendered tonight?” Bobby whispered bitterly.
Sarah turned to look at him, still listening to her parents out in the hall. It was obvious they had been drinking – again – as they both seemed to bump into everything as they made their way to their room. When it was quiet out in the hall she softly answered, “Does it matter? It’ll just start all over again tomorrow.” Bobby could only nod his head in agreement while grunting in disgust.
Realizing that his stereo was still on and playing through the headphones, Bobby rose and switched it off, no longer interested in anything the DJ might be playing on 97.1 KEGL, “The Eagle,” broadcasting out to the ever-expanding Dallas/Ft. Worth Metroplex. He sat back on the edge of his bed, hung his head and slouched his shoulders as Sarah sat listening to the soft sounds of her sister’s breathing behind them.
Shortly, another sound cut through the stillness of the night and it was just as unexpected as the crashing echoes of earlier. Bobby and Sarah exchanged puzzled looks, each listening while trying to interpret what they were hearing.
It abruptly registered with Bobby and he sat straight up on his bed, eyes wide and perking his head. Looking over to Sarah in amazement he whispered, “Their having sex!”
Automatically shaking her head in disbelief, Sarah stopped the instant she heard the rhythmic noise pick up its pace and sound. Her eyes also widened and her mouth dropped as the realization of what she was hearing became all too obvious. “How can they have sex? They just spent the whole night fighting!”
“I have no idea. But, maybe this will make them both feel better so they stop hating each other for a little while,” he surmised. Sarah nodded her head and the two of them sat in silence listening to the growing sounds traveling down the hall from their parent’s bedroom as their mother wailed, “Oh, God – Yes! Yes…fuck me. Oh, my God, fuck me. FUCK ME!”
They exchanged wide-eyed looks before Sarah giggled out loud and quickly covered her mouth while Bobby chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. Before too long it was over as the squeaking bed stopped suddenly, followed by a protracted moan that could have come from either parent – maybe both of them.
Bobby looked at Sarah and could tell she was smiling even though her mouth was covered because her brown eyes sparkled. Then they both started giggling uncontrollably.
After a few minutes they had composed themselves, remaining next to each other on the bed. Silence enveloped them again. It was the longest they had ever spent next to one another. It was peaceful.
“I’m not at all tired,” Sarah announced abruptly. Her parent’s fighting had driven away any notion of sleep.
“Yeah – me neither,” Bobby replied, then quickly rose as a thought occurred to him. He flipped his radio back on while unhooking the headphones. Then he turned the volume down low so that it would play lightly in the background without escaping the walls of his room.
REO Speedwagon was singing “Can’t Fight This Feeling,” a song Bobby was already tired of hearing since this station had a tendency to overplay current hits.
But Sarah jumped a little on his bed, saying, “Ooh, I like this song.”
So, it was decided. He wouldn’t change the station. He felt it was the least he could do under the circumstances, especially considering that Sarah hardly ever came in his room and had never stayed this long in all the time they had lived together.
When the song ended it was followed by Wham’s “Careless Whisper,” and that was replaced by Michael Jackson declaring that “Billie Jean” was not his lover. Bobby and Sarah just sat there, side by side, unexpectedly secure and comfortable in each other’s presence as their sister Ella slept peacefully behind them. They both seemed to realize or sense that their relationship had reached a turning point and each supposed they could at least thank their parents for that. The shared experience of enduring their parent’s fighting had inadvertently brought them closer together.
As the music ended and the radio switched to a commercial break Sarah spoke up, “Um…Bobby?”
Instincts kicked in immediately and he knew what she was about to say, but he decided to just let things play out. He hoped the conversation would end quickly and without embarrassment. But in the years to come, the memory of this conversation would come back to him repeatedly as it marked the exact moment when things changed forever between him and his stepsister.
“Yeah?” he answered slowly, his attention focused on the beige carpet below.
“Um…I just wanted to apologize for walking in on you when you were in the bathroom the other day.” Sarah paused and looked over at him. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
Bobby hesitated for a moment or two. “It’s okay,” he answered softly. He didn’t know what else to say and really didn’t want to talk about the incident.
But Sarah did, and she kept right on going. “I should have knocked and I didn’t. I don’t know why either. I…I saw the door closed and everything, and…I still just opened it and walked right in.” It had all come out in a rush that she seemed powerless to prevent.
Sensing that his stepsister was nervous, and knowing she wanted some kind of answer or closure, Bobby tried again but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a repeat of what he had just said. “It’s okay. Really.”
“I didn’t see anything. I promise,” she finished, then turned to look at him again – her eyes roaming across his bare chest.
Now embarrassed himself, he looked at Sarah and grinned. He placed his right hand on her left leg, which was covered by the new pajamas she had gotten for her birthday. It was a matching two-piece ensemble that was white and dotted with tiny green clovers. The top part had two straps that crossed over her shoulders with elastic inserted through the upper edge to cover her bosom. It hung down to her belly, just barely exposing her navel. The bottom portion clung snuggly over her legs and also had elastic in the waist and ankles.
For the third time Bobby said, “It’s okay.” Evidently that was the only thing he could think of to say. What else was there?
The silence between them resumed and more time elapsed as the two siblings sat next to each other in wordless serenity listening to the playlist of songs coming out of KEGL which, at the moment, was playing one of Bobby’s favorites, “Purple Rain” by Prince and the Revolution.
“Bobby?” came Sarah’s soft voice once again, momentarily startling him out of his cognitive reverie.
“Yeah?”
“Um…” she paused to look over at him again as his eyes remained fixed on the carpet. “Do you play with it a lot?” she asked curiously.
“Wh…what?” he stammered. He jerked his head around to look at her. Now he was really embarrassed and he could feel his face turning red. “I thought you said you didn’t see anything!?!?”
“Well…I didn’t. Not really.” She looked away and hesitated, trying to decide whether or not to continue questioning him. Her curiosity got the better of her. “But…do you…you know…play with it a lot?”
Bobby shifted his gaze back to the carpet, blinked a few times, and then looked back at his stepsister. Her brown eyes penetrated him as an innocent, curious smile spread across her face. He opened his mouth to speak but found he either didn’t have a voice or simply couldn’t answer the question. This was definitely not something you were supposed to talk about, especially with your sister. Looking back down at the floor he timidly answered, “N…No.” It was easier to just stare at the floor.
More minutes passed in silence, each of them reflecting on what was said. “Bobby?” Sarah pressed again.
He exhaled slowly but audibly, “Hmmm?” He was altogether unsure where things were going.
She reached over and squeezed his arm slightly. “It’s okay if you do.” Then, as an afterthought added, “I do it too.”
Bobby snapped his head around in his sister’s direction and stared openly at her. “You do?” he asked incredulously – a look of amazement on his face.
Sarah shyly nodded in the affirmative as she bit her lower lip. She shifted her gaze around her stepbrother’s bare upper body, then around her to where Ella was sleeping soundly in Bobby’s bed.
“Hm,” he uttered, now very intrigued. Bobby stared at Sarah for a moment, then at her long brown hair cascading down the back and sides of her pajama top. “Yeah…” he finally admitted slowly. “I guess I do too.”
They started giggling again in spite of themselves, each having acknowledged something very private to the other. As they sat together quietly chuckling, both were aware that a new kind of openness and understanding between them had just developed.
When the moment subsided, and the sound of “Dancing in the Dark” by The Boss began emanating from the stereo, Sarah felt comfortable enough to continue with her inquiry.
“Bobby?” she asked once again, her voice firmer and less hesitant this time.
“Yeah?” He was little looser now too, although he had no clue what she was going to say. Still, they had started down this path and it needed to play out.
“Um. Can…Can I…” she paused and swallowed hard, but she couldn’t find the words to finish her sentence.
Bobby turned once again to look at his stepsister, but she was staring at the floor now with her hands clasped together between her legs while her long hair covered most of her profile.
“Can you what?” he asked. He was the one trapped by curiosity this time. He honestly expected her to ask if she could also sleep in his room, although that would hardly leave any space for him in the bed. So, when she finally responded he was shocked.
“Can I…see it?” Her head was turned upwards to look at him, hair dangling down and covering most of her face. But her eyes were huge and clear. There was an intensity to them he hadn’t noticed before. There was also a look of hopefulness on her face.
“Wha…no!” he answered quickly, surprised and startled by her question.
“Why not?” she pleaded, her expression now one of hurt and rejection.
“Because!” he responded emphatically but as gently as he could. “You’re my sister, that’s why.”
Sarah sat straight up looked him sternly in the eyes, one eyebrow askew. “Stepsister. I’m your stepsister Bobby. We’re no more related to each other than we are to any other people in the world.”
Shit, he thought, good point. “Doesn’t matter,” he concluded, shaking his head with disapproval. “We can’t do that.” And with those words, Bobby assumed his answer was final and the discussion was now closed.
For a time the only sound in the room, besides the radio playing “Footloose” by Kenny Loggins, was the cute little snoring coming from Ella laying comfortably behind them curled up in a ball. Then, without warning, Sarah reached over and placed her left hand on Billy’s knee, prompting him to face her.
For the first time since he had met her six years before, Bobby appreciated how cute Sarah was. Her large brown eyes twinkled in the dimly lit room as she bit the inside of her mouth. She squeezed his knee and offered, “I’ll let you see my boobs.”
Bobby’s mouth dropped open but he just stared at her. He didn’t know what to do. His conscience said no but his body screamed YES.
“Come on, Bobby” Sarah implored softly. Her gentle hand, resting comfortably on his knee gave another little squeeze. “Let me see it?” Gone was any of her previous nervousness as she positioned herself sideways on the edge of his bed to look at him directly. “Please?”
Reaching out with her other hand, she tugged playfully at her stepbrother’s right arm. Sarah’s eyes were wide with curiosity and excitement. “For God’s sake Bobby, I’m 18 and I’ve never seen a penis. At least not in person. Have you ever seen a girl’s tits?”
He just stared at her, mouth open. Swallowing, he lowered his head and ran a hand through his hair. This was the only answer he gave but it was all the answer his stepsister needed.
“Come on,” she repeated quietly, pulling on his arm again. “I won’t tell. I promise. It’ll be our secret. Ok?” They stared intently at each other, neither moving as their hearts beat faster and faster.
All of the saliva had gone from Bobby’s mouth but he tried to swallow anyway. Slowly, he nodded his head. How the fuck could he resist her? How could he resist the opportunity to look at someone’s tits, even if they did belong to his stepsister? “Umm.” He sighed heavily. “Uh…alright.” Then, as an immediate afterthought he added, “But, you can’t tell anyone Sarah!”
“I told you I won’t,” she replied instantly, then crossed her heart for good measure.
“I mean it. You can’t,” he repeated. “Not even Ella. Especially Ella!” They both turned to look at her sleeping under the covers and facing the wall.
Sarah agreed vigorously, “I won’t…I won’t. I promise.”
Bobby took a couple of deep breaths, nodded his head in agreement, and smoothly slid off the bed to stand a few feet in front of his stepsister. Suddenly a thought hit him like a bolt of lightning. What if she laughed at him? What if she made fun of him? He had only ever exposed himself to two other people – Chris, an older neighbor boy, one afternoon out back in their shed and Tara, the cute girl in his History class after a dare one day. Both times he didn’t really have time to think about what he was doing, although neither of those people had made fun of him then or laughed at him, so maybe everything would be okay.
Sensing his unease, Sarah reassured him by surprisingly addressing his unspoken fear, “I won’t laugh Bobby. I promise.” She reached out and squeezed his left hand as she smiled up at him.
Bobby looked at her in astonishment and relaxed. It was as if she had just read his mind. Then another thought occurred to him, “Have you ever…you know…shown anyone?”
Sarah shook her head, then stopped. That wasn’t honest. “Well…I showed Maggie a few times, and a couple guys here and there. And Ella, of course.” Maggie had been her best friend since the 1st grade, so that was probably to be expected and Ella hardly counted. But, Bobby briefly wondered who the lucky guys had been.
Looking into her big, brown eyes he smiled awkwardly and nodded his head. “Ok.” He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of his underwear and pajama bottoms, the only clothes he had on. Taking a final deep breath, he paused then pulled them down just above his knees to expose his flaccid penis.
It hung straight down in front of him and Sarah stared at it intently, her eyes wide with fascination. She was mesmerized as she shifted from her stepbrother’s dick to the dark pubic hair that surrounded it and then at the two testicles dangling below. Without any conscious thought she said, “It’s pretty, Bobby.”
He was momentarily stunned. Of all the things he imagined her saying, pretty wasn’t one of them. “It’s pretty?” he asked in bewilderment.
Sarah looked up at him and giggled, “Yeah. It’s pretty.”
Bobby looked at her quizzically, unsure what to make of the comment as she returned to staring at his member. Without looking up at him she asked, “Can I touch it?”
Although that seemed like the natural next step, he paused. Looking was one thing, touching was another. He was also a bit concerned that if she touched him his dick would get hard, and he didn’t want that to happen. Yet, as he stared down at his stepsister, her innocent face and genuine curiosity got the better of him. “Only if I can touch you.”
Sarah nodded automatically while staring at his body – his smooth chest and flat belly, the thin line of dark hair than ran down from his bellybutton to fan out around his penis, and his soft cock that hung down before her. Its tip was shaped like an acorn with the slit for peeing at the end. She was completely transfixed on all his parts and wanted to study them in depth, especially as this was the first time she had ever seen one up close and personal.
Reaching outward, she touched his penis gently and then proceeded to pet it, like it was something other than a dick. Her soft hand was warm and her fingers grazed his pubic hair as she explored his manhood. Sarah gingerly caressed his chest and nipples with her other hand before running down his stomach. Both hands came together on his penis, where they picked it up so she could look it all over.
Squeezing his dick lightly, Sarah placed the tip between a thumb and index finger and pressed softly. She started with a jolt, evidently surprised by something, and looked up at him as he stared down to watch her inspect him. “The tip…it’s soft!”
Bobby chuckled and relaxed a bit, “Yeah. That part is always soft.”
“I didn’t expect that,” she answered quietly, almost to herself as her eyes roamed over his body again. With his penis in one hand, Sarah began fondling his balls with the other. Her examination was slow, deliberate and full of curiosity.
Bobby allowed his stepsister to take her time checking him out. It wasn’t as bad or awkward as he imagined it would be, and he had every intension of taking full advantage of his approaching opportunity as well. Ultimately, however, her soft touch and tender explorations started arousing him immensely and, as a result, his dick began to stiffen. When she lightly squeezed his scrotum he exhaled loudly.
She looked up at him, mouth open in wonder. “Does that feel good, Bobby?” she innocently wanted to know, intrigued by the expression on his face. Was it pain? Was it pleasure?
“Umm hmm.” Their eyes met and held each other’s gaze. Sarah smiled faintly as Bobby’s breathing picked up.
Sarah felt his penis harden, then stared in awe as it grew longer right in front of her eyes. Her mouth opened wider with amazement and excitement as Bobby’s cock unfurled to its maximum size, rising upwards and tilting slightly to her right. “Wow,” she said breathlessly. As it began pulsing from the blood rushing into it, she reached up and took hold of it firmly. “It’s really hard.”
Bobby exhaled. “Um, yeah…that happens. Especially when it’s touched.” The sudden realization that things had probably progressed further than they should have, he reached down and quickly yanked up his pajama bottoms before pivoting to sit down next to her on the bed – his hard cock tenting out in front of him.
Sensing she had done something wrong, or embarrassed him by accident, Sarah placed a hand on his right arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“I know,” he answered quietly. Several moments went by as they both sat there listening to the music emanating from the stereo as Ella continued to snore softly behind them. Bobby made a feeble attempt to hide the erect cock inside his pajamas as Sarah alternated her focus between the bulge in his pants and his face.
Realizing that his hard-on was not about to go away, he finally turned to look at his stepsister. His heart was beating faster than he could ever remember. “Your turn,” he whispered.
Looking over at him, she opened her mouth to say something and changed her mind. She nodded, then stood up. It was her turn to stand a few feet before him. “Are you ready?” Her voice quivered slightly from nervousness.
He nodded several times and attempted to smile. Too late to turn back now, and he didn’t want to. He was curious and anxious to see whatever Sarah had to show.
Grabbing the sides of her pajama top, Sarah lifted up to expose two small breasts jutting out before her. This was the first pair of tits Bobby had ever laid eyes on in person and they were a beautiful sight to behold. Before this moment he had never really given his stepsister’s tits any thought at all. Now, however, they had his undivided attention.
Her breasts were shaped like two tear drops pointing out on her chest. The areolas were a slightly darker shade of pink and surrounded long, hard nipples. They looked like a couple of push pins sticking out, something that Bobby found very interesting. Nobody in any titty magazine ever had nipples like that and his dick throbbed with excitement.
Sarah watched her stepbrother’s eyes rove across her chest and she also grew excited. The other times she had exposed herself had been fun but hadn’t really meant that much. Oh, they had studied each other’s body and made comments about it, but that wasn’t the same. It was nothing like having someone really look at you, especially the way her stepbrother was looking at her. “You can touch them if you want,” she reminded him quietly.
Having become engrossed with the look and shape of Sarah’s breasts, Bobby had momentarily forgotten about touching them. His right hand reached up and squeezed one and it was his turn to start with a jolt. Looking up at her, he exclaimed, “It’s hard!” He had expected it to be soft, and for the most part it was. But it was also very firm. That caught him by complete surprise.
“I know,” she assured him casually, reaching up with her hands to squeeze both breasts. “They’ve gotten softer though. They’ll keep getting softer as they grow.”
Bobby looked up into his stepsister’s beautiful eyes, “Oh.” He hadn’t the slightly clue about any of that. “I didn’t expect that.”
Suddenly, they both started giggling once again as they realized there was something about the other’s private anatomy that neither one of them had anticipated or expected. It was also a sign of how they were growing more and more comfortable with each other.
When the brief pause ended, Bobby looked back up at Sarah and she nodded for him to continue. “It’s ok – go ahead.”
This time he reached out with both hands, placing one on top of each breast to caress and explore. Rubbing his hands over her chest, Sarah moved slightly in rhythm to his touching and sighed, “Ummmm,” as her firm nipples poked into his palms. “That feels nice, Bobby.”
He agreed wholeheartedly. “Yes, it does.” He continued to roam his hands across her chest, taking in the feel and shape of each of his stepsister’s boobs – squeezing them one at a time as her upper body swayed to the movement of his fingers. Finally, his hands slid down to her stomach and then they were gone as Bobby sat back on the bed.
Sarah lowered her top and resumed her seat next to him. For a while they said nothing again. There was nothing to say.
They just listened in silence to the songs that played late into the Texas night from a bedroom in Highland Park. This time it was Culture Club singing, “Karma Chameleon,” and when it ended the radio switched to another station identification break.
Sarah looked over at Bobby. When he returned her stare with one of his own, she said, “Thank you. That was nice.”
He reached out to touch her on the leg, “Yeah…it was. And fun too.”
The moments passed but their eyes stayed on each other. The invisible barrier between them, created the instant they had come into each other’s lives, had dissolved after sharing a tender and intimate experience. Bobby swallowed and smiled at his stepsister, and she couldn’t help but smile back.
They saw each other differently now. There was something new and exciting to each of them, something that only they shared together. It was as if they crossed over an unseen dividing line and, having come to the other side, there was no going back. The longer they stared at each other the more comfortable they grew in each other’s company.
She took his hands in hers and squeezed them. “I want to kiss you.”
Sarah spoke so softly that Bobby wasn’t sure he heard correctly. “What?” he responded, but he squeezed her hands in return.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked, sliding closer to him so their legs pressed against each other.
He could smell the distinctive aroma of her perfume and was aroused beyond measure. His heart leapt inside his chest. “Yes.” His word came out as barely a whisper.
They leaned into each other until their faces were separated by inches. She bit her bottom lip and grinned at him as he closed his eyes and moved his mouth to touch hers.
At first, they simply pressed their lips together. Then, slowly, their mouths moved together. Their kissing was soft, gentle and affectionate. When they separated she smiled again and Bobby chuckled once before smiling in return.
“That felt nice,” he whispered. His hard cock was throbbing inside his pajamas.
Sarah slid even closer to him, practically on top of his leg, and reached up to touch him delicately on the side of his face. “Yes, it did.”
As she caressed his face Bobby thought his dick just might explode. He could literally hear his heart thumping in his ears and felt blood pumping throughout his body. He opened his mouth to speak but no words were necessary. They both wanted to kiss again and their lips found each other automatically as she moved her hand to the back of his head to pull him into her.
This time they were eager. They wanted more as their bodies and mouths responded. Bobby wrapped his arms around his stepsister as they came together tightly. Mouths opened and tongues danced around as their breathing intensified.
Bobby shifted his lips to kiss her cheek, then lower until he came to her neck. He kissed and massaged her neckline as Sarah exhaled and moaned out softly. “Oh my…”
The sound of her voice sent chills through his body. His hands caressed her back as his mouth sucked lightly on the nape of her neck.
She responded to his every move, his every touch, and loved everything he was doing to her. Her moaning was soft – hot breath covering his ear – as Sarah responded to her stepbrother’s kissing. “Oh Bobby…mmmm…that feels so good.” Sarah tilted her head to allow him more access as her hand slid down to rub on the concealed boner inside his pajamas.
Bobby grunted with pleasure. Without really knowing what he was doing, Bobby kept kissing, licking and sucking gently on her neck before moving up to do the same on her cute little earlobe.
The sound of him breathing in her ear and the touch of his lips on her skin was driving Sarah wild. She had never experienced anything close to this in her life. Her panties were soaked. Getting control of herself and her emotions was the most difficult thing she had ever done, but she pushed him away soothingly. “We should stop.” She was out of breath, as if she had just run up the stairs.
Bobby immediately concluded he had done something wrong. “I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean…”
“No, no!” she answered instantly, shaking her head and placing a hand over his mouth. “You did nothing wrong Bobby. Oh, my God – you did nothing wrong. In fact, everything you did was perfect.”
Reality soon came back into focus for him and he nodded slowly. “Ok.” After catching his own breath he continued. “You’re right though. We should probably stop.”
They just looked at each other. Neither of them really wanted to stop and that was obvious by the way they lingered in silence staring at one another. They hadn’t been prepared for what they just experienced and neither of them were sure where things went from here.
For a lack of anything else to do, Bobby turned around and clicked the stereo off. “I think we should probably go to bed now, don’t you?”
“Yes…” she answered timidly. “Would you…mind if I slept in your bed as well?” She really didn’t want to go back to her room all alone.
This was something the three siblings had only ever done once before, a couple years ago when a nasty September thunderstorm threatened to turn into a tornado. They had shared a large bed in one of the guest rooms after their parents had said it would be okay.
Now, with Ella already nestled snuggly under the covers, Bobby wasn’t so sure. And considering what they had just done it was probably best they didn’t. He opened his mouth to say so but the way she was looking at him he couldn’t refuse. Ultimately, he figured it would be alright, but he did have one thing to take care of first. “Sure. Why not?” he answered softly. “I just…need…to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Sarah looked at her stepbrother, then looked down at his hard-on tenting out of his pajamas. “Are you going to go jerk off?”
After everything they had just done, there was no reason to hide anything now. The mystery was over. “Yes.”
Sarah stared at him with a curious expression on her face, then slowly nodded her head as he left the room quietly but in a hurry. She hopped into the bed and awaited his return thinking about him masturbating and picturing his stiff dick, wondering what it looked like when he played with it. What it looked like when he ejaculated. She had hardly begun thinking about it when he walked back in the room. “That was quick,” she announced with a whisper.
Chuckling in spite of himself, Bobby agreed. “It sure was. All it took was a few strokes. I was ready to explode.”
“Like a rocket,” she answered, smiling broadly up at him.
“And that’s pretty much what it looked like too,” he added as they both started giggling.
Sarah hopped out of bed and told her stepbrother to get in the middle so he could rest between both her and Ella.
He did as instructed and, after he was positioned and comfortable, Sarah leaned against him. He wrapped his left arm around her, pulling her into him as she placed a hand on his chest and felt it rise and fall with his breathing.
“This feels nice Bobby.”
He had to admit she was right. “Yes, it does.”
Moments passed as their bodies rested. “I like laying here like this – with you.” Sarah nuzzled her face closer to his and kissed his neck. “Thank you.”
“Anytime…sis.” They both giggled again.
Just then Ella rolled over, snuggling next to Bobby on the other side – still asleep and breathing softly. He wrapped his right arm around his other sister and pulled her into him on that side.
For the first time since his mother had died, Bobby felt truly secure and loved. And it had come from two unexpected sources. He never could have imagined what had happened between him and Sarah, and he certainly had no idea what might happen next, if anything. But, despite all that, a new relationship had developed with both of his stepsisters that evening – each more meaningful than any they had ever shared before.
To Be Continued…
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