I smelled it as soon as I stepped into the house. Marijuana, pot, weed. Mom must have been out because she was at it again; she being my sister Tracy. I followed my nose until I found her sitting on the closed lid of the stool in the bathroom, a cloud of smoke drifting up toward the vent fan. She jumped, her eyes flew wide open “Fuck! Can’t you goddamn knock before you barge in here! The fucking door was closed!”
“You should have locked it if you’re going to smoke up. I thought you gave that up. I thought you promised mom you’d quit as long as you stay here.”
“I’m having a moment, I need to mellow.”
“Yeah? What moment would you have that you would break your promise to mom about not smoking that crap? You get dumped by one of your boyfriends? The Pill didn’t work? You found a job and actually have to work?”
“Fuck you, you little shit. You don’t smoke so you don’t know what a good high feels like, don’t criticize me, you don’t know.” My sister got off the toilet lid, tapped the ashes from the bowl of her bong into the water then pushed past me to leave. “One day Jake I’m going to get you to try some pot then you’ll see, this stuff isn’t addictive, it’s not a fucking opioid, you don’t have to be afraid of it.”
I helped her by flushing the ashes, mom would have known what they were “If it isn’t addictive why in hell do you keep doing it?”
She stopped and turned and locked her eyes on mine, her voice was edgy “Because it’s an hour of free time, time from mom, you and the whole fucked up world.” Tracy spun and went to her room then slammed the door so hard the walls shook. I was standing there thinking about what she said, why would she think the world was fucked up? What happened to her that would make her feel so beaten down? Whatever it was traumatic enough to make her forget her promise to our mother not to smoke pot in the house any more.
I went to the kitchen and got two cold Ginger Ales from the fridge then went back to talk to Tracy. She was stoned so I knew she would appreciate a cold soda. I knocked on her door “Tracy, hey sis, let’s talk. I brought you something to drink.”
He voice was muffled by the wooden door “You gonna be fucking nice or are you going to ride my ass about the weed?”
“I’ll be nice.” I tried to open the door, it was locked “Unlock the door, come on, let me in.”
The door opened a crack, my sister tilted her head sideways to look out at me, a long lock of blonde hair fell across her eyes “You bring any Twinkies to go with that soda?” She swept the hair out of her face so I could see her eyes were smiling, she had gotten over the fit she threw in the bathroom.
I stepped into the room and handed her a can “You want me to get you some chips or something?”
She stepped to her bureau and grabbed a bag of Doritos “I got it, thanks anyway.”
I sat on her bed, kicked back against two pillows and stretched my legs. Tracy opened a drawer and pulled out a body bra, the kind girls wear when they are working out. She turned back to me, pulled her shirt up and off, shrugged out of her regular bra then put on the sports bra. When she tugged the top into place she turned to me “Close your eyes.” I did as she requested and heard clothing rustling for a few moments. When she said “Okay” I opened them, she had shed her skirt and was wearing a pair of black yoga pants. The snug black top and tight stretch pants revealed my sister’s form from head to toes. Even though she was my older sister and a few pounds beyond slim and trim I felt a stir of wickedness in my boy parts. I had to avert my eyes because I shouldn’t look at her boobs that way.
She got onto the bed and sat next to me cross-legged holding her soda. She put the bag of chips between her legs then said “Please don’t tell mom about this, I’d be in real trouble again.”
“Then why do you do it? You know mom will beat you with her Bible if she finds out.”
Tracy paused for a few seconds “I can relax, I can tune out the fucking six o’clock news, I can dream my dreams.”
“What do you dream about? What do you want to do?”
“Jake, if I tell you what I really want to do you can’t say a word to anybody, mom, your friends, Pastor Jeff or even dad if he ever shows his face again. Promise”
She was so intent, so focused on me that I had to say “Yeah, okay. Promise.” And I meant it, I could see this was important to her.
Tracy took a long pull from her soda, shifted on her butt slightly and burned red in the face “I want to be a porn star.”
“A what? A porn star? A movie sex queen?”
“Not movies, internet.”
I’d heard of pornography from some of my friends at school but never watched it. “You want to do sinful stuff and let people watch?” My sister hung her head slightly and nodded, “Jesus love you Tracy, what the hell is your pot mixed with, how stoned are you?”
She looked up at me “Jake, I’ve been having sex since I was 14, that’s six years and I never had a bad experience. I like to fuck, I get off almost every time I do it. I’ve dated many guys, some a lot older than me, I’ve experimented with girls, I’ve even partied at orgies and gangbangs. I never felt bad, dirty or evil. I think that since I like it so much I might as well get paid. Some women get good money for putting out on the web.”
If I wasn’t lying on her bed just then I would have fallen to the floor. She stunned me, words stalled as my mind roiled. My own sister not only confessed to being a slut, she wanted to get paid for doing it? My sister wanted to be a whore? “Tracy, those are fallen women, they are true Daughters of the Devil, why would you want to do that?”
My sister chuckled “Man, you really have to loosen up, have you ever seen porn, have you ever watched people having fun? I think its time you stopped letting Pastor Jeff and mom lead your life. You’re eighteen, you need to lighten up. There is a lot more fun in life than Pot Lunch Sunday at the church. You can skip the Lunch and have just the Pot.”
I defended myself from my older sister’s criticism “I’m not going to Hell Tracy, I won’t put my soul in the Devil’s lair for the sake of what you think is fun. You need to stop too. Maybe you don’t have to return to the Fold but you can save yourself by being a better person.”
Tracy sat back on a pillow next to me “Didn’t you hear? The Pope just said there is no Hell. Jake, how much collateral have you built up with the Church, with the gods. You think you can be saved even if you commit some sins?”
“One God.”
“Still stuck on that huh, I’m sure the Hindus would debate that. You’re telling me I can be saved and you know I’m not a Saint so tell me; can you commit a sin and get off with your singular God? Aren’t we taught that our sins will be forgiven?”
“I guess, what’s your point?”
“Watch some videos with me, sex videos. I can show you what men and women do doesn’t have to be evil, nasty or condemning. People in love don’t go to hell for screwing. You need help understanding life, I can start you out slow.”
I was shocked! “What the hell Tracy, you want me to forget my teachings and step into the abyss with you?”
My sister grabbed my arm “Goddamn it Jake, you are on the edge of being a man, a full-grown adult and you need to start thinking for yourself. Get your mind out of Bible Study and start thinking and learning about real life, because when you leave this house, you will be stepping into real life, not a continuation of some Baptist fantasy world. Why do you think dad left? He was tired of being pommeled with Biblical quotes about how to live. Why do you think I’m the way I am? I freed myself from the religious bonds that keep me from living free. Freedom of, or from religion is one of the basic tenants of our country, free yourself Jake. You can start by learning about love, physical love.”
My sister? My sister wanted to drag me into the world of debauchery and vileness? I started to get off the bed, to flee the insanity of what Tracy was proposing but she held my arm tighter, there was anger in her voice “Stay here. If you leave now you and I will never ever see eye to eye again. It’s time, it’s time you grow up.”
I’m a lot bigger than my sister so I could have easily shaken off her grip but something about her pose, the look in her eyes told me that this was a moment in my life where my next action would shape my future. Even though she is what she is, Tracy was still my sister and I didn’t want to lose that connection. I sat back on the pillows “Okay, but only a little.”
She had scored a victory, her eyes lit up with delight “Oh boy, this is going to be fun!”
And so started my journey into the darker regions of life.
Tracy told me to get my laptop and when I returned to her she logged on then went into Google and typed in ‘TOR’. “What’s that?”
“It’s a browser that doesn’t leave a trail of where you go into the internet. If anybody tried to follow your web history they can’t do it on TOR.”
“Why use it?”
My sister looked at me “Do you really want mom to snoop around your computer and see that you had visited some nasty websites? You know she does.”
Our mother is computer savvy and does use my laptop sometimes “What if she sees this and asks why it’s on my computer?”
“Simple, tell her ‘I loaned my laptop to Tracy, I have no fucking idea what it is’.” A lie to my mother? Shit, my sister was really pulling me down to her level. Tracy downloaded then opened the browser then asked me “What do you want to see?”
“You’re the expert, show me your expertise.”
My sister grinned and replied “You aren’t ready for blowjobs.” She stroked a few keys and the monitor changed to a site with a bunch of pictures of women in varying stages of dress and poses. A banner at the top of the page said XnXX.COM. “We’ll start you off with pictures.”
Tracy clicked on the caption of a picture and the screen popped open with a bunch of pictures of girls and women, most of them naked. In all my years I’d never seen a girl with no clothes on so at first I felt embarrassed, not for them but for me. Tracy started talking about how all women had the same parts but those parts were different. She pointed out several bared breasts telling me about tits, nipples and how it feels to have a guy play with them. As I looked at the pictures I realized my attention was drawn to young looking girls with smallish breasts. There were a lot of bigger breasts but how some of them drooped or looked lopsided didn’t catch my interest. After a few comments about tits my sister directed me to look at their legs and that part of them at the top of their legs. Some of the girls were hairy, some were not. “How come some don’t have hair down there?”
“They shave or wax, some guys like to look at clean cunts, I guess because they think they are looking at little girls or something.”
“That’s really sick.”
“Yeah, I agree, I would never play with a guy who I thought was into pedophilia.”
“What?”
“Little girls. If I ever caught you messing with a girl under sixteen I’d cut your nuts off then send you back to Pastor Jeff. He might like a eunuch.”
I looked at my sister, I was puzzled, sometimes she said stuff that confused me, “You told me you were fourteen.”
“That was then, this is now.”
“Are you hairy?”
Her entire face lit up “You want to see, I’ll show you?”
Oh Lord! What did she say? I never ever felt a surge of feelings like what hit me. My testicles tickled then my penis jerked. She would show me her girl parts? Tracy got off the bed then stood at the end of it, hooked her thumbs in the band of the tight leggings and pulled them down. She didn’t have panties on so in moments I was looking at her there. She wasn’t a lot hairy, what she had was short and thin. My cock started getting bigger which brought me back to reality. I got off the bed and fled her room. My sister stood with her leggings at her knees smiling as if she had hit the lotto.
I avoided Tracy for two days, every time she came near I found a reason to go somewhere else. I couldn’t get rid of the image of my sister’s body. The vision of her vagina was burned onto my eyelids so every time I closed them I would see the pubic hair lightly shading the crack that went between her legs. My peter was rising and falling like a full moon tide. I felt nasty at first but gradually I began to recall what I saw on purpose. After a few days I was using the vision of my sister as fuel to pump up my prick. If Pastor Jeff knew what I was doing with my hard peter he’d make me sit in the front pew at church and preach only to me.
The next weekend mom was at a Church Council meeting leaving me at home with Tracy. I was in her room while she was getting ready for a date, putting on makeup. I’d gotten over my scare so didn’t feel threatened to be near her again. “Where are you going?”
“To see the new dinosaur movie then to Bonkers.”
“Bryce Dallas Howard is pretty.”
Tracy looked at me “You mean she is hot?”
I averted my eyes “I guess so.”
“That is so cool Jake, you’re checking out hot women, you’re growing up.” My sister got off her vanity stool, kissed my cheek then said “One day you’ll met a hot girl then really learn about life.” She left for her date.
I was watching a rerun movie when my sister came in. It was only 8:30, hours too early for her to come home. “What happened, why are you here?”
“Aaron got a call to go to work. He is a network engineer and the computer system where he works crashed so I came home.”
Tracy sat on the sofa next to me “What are you watching?”
“Shawshank Redemption.”
“Shit, I’ve seen that a dozen times.”
“There’s nothing else right now.”
She got off the sofa and went to the kitchen then disappeared to her room. Five minutes later she came back sounded by the smell of pot. I looked up at her “Again?”
She ignored the one-word question but said “Let’s get out of here, I was supposed to go to Bonkers but I don’t want to go alone, come with me.”
I had nothing else to do and even though Bonkers was one of those places I shouldn’t go to I was bored enough to go with her. We got into her car but before she started it she pulled out a small metal pipe “Here, I want you to get high tonight. This is marijuana, smoke some.”
“Come on Tracy, I can’t do that.”
My sister grabbed my chin to hold my head still and looked me directly in the eyes “Yes you can. I want you to feel what I feel, I want you to know that there are ways of enjoying yourself outside the walls of Sunday School. You have to do this Jake, you have to trust me. I am your sister and you know I would never do anything that would hurt you. I’ll light it.”
I conceded. Tracy was right, maybe it was time to try something that would horrify my mother. She lit the little pipe; a cloud of pungent smoke filled the car which caused me to cough lightly. Tracy was holding her breath when she handed me the pipe. I put it to my lips then sucked in a breath. Instantly my throat burned and I started coughing, I almost dropped the pipe. My sister was grinning with all her teeth showing when she said “It’s always like that at first but the next hit won’t be so rough. Try it again but this time take a small hit and hold it in for a few seconds if you can.”
I took another puff of marijuana and copied how she held her breath. After a few seconds I exhaled a stream of smoke that added to the haze in the car. My sister was animated with joy as she rolled down her window then waited for her turn. I tried to focus on Tracy to hand her the pipe but somehow I missed the handoff by a couple of inches which caused her to chirp a sharp laugh. Tracy took another pull from the bowl then started the car while I tried another wheeze of pot. I had to open my window too, I needed fresh air.
During the drive to Bonkers I laid my head on the window post and watched the lights blur by. And they were blurred, blended into a mix of reds, blues, yellows and greens, I couldn’t pick out a single color. everything looked like a Jackson Pollock painting in motion; it was almost hypnotic. After Tracy stopped the car and shut down the engine she handed me the little pipe again “Take another hit Jake, fortify yourself before I take you in there.”
I didn’t offer an argument or feel any reluctance as I held the BIC lighter to the bowl. I inhaled enough to make me gag but I held off the coughing fit, Tracy’s eyes were dancing with glee as she watched. She didn’t take another hit but rolled up the windows then we went into the club. A big sign on the door said you had to be 20 to come in so I hesitated “I’m not old enough Tracy.”
“Yes, you are.” She grabbed my hand and tugged me through the door and up to a big bouncer. He looked at me with a cocked eyebrow but my sister said “He’s my twin Mike, he’s 20.”
“Yeah right” Mike replied but let us by.
She led me though a crowd of dancers to a booth where two girls were sitting “Hi! I brought my brother tonight, he’s never been here before.” Tracy pushed me to sit next to a redhead while she sat next to the other girl.
I think she was a redhead, it was hard to tell because the right half of her head was cut to a brush of red stubble like Cressida in the Hunger Games. The other half was bluish with white traces that hung to her shoulder She had a ring in the outer corner of her left eyebrow, one in her left nostril and more in her ears. Her arms were bare so I saw a tattoo of a dragon on her left forearm and a band of woven ink on her right wrist. She smiled at me with dark purple lips “Hi, I’m Alexis but since you’re Tracy’s brother you can call me Sissy. That bitch over there is Coral. Like a fucking reef.”
In spite of how she looked, what she said, I felt a shiver of interest, the rings, the tattoos, the hair couldn’t hide the fact she was pretty. A strange kind of pretty, I had another image of art, this time I was looking at an animated Picasso. My head buzzed, I liked looking at her. I turned to the girl on the other side of the table and she stuck an arm out. I shook her hand and said only “Jake.”
“Hi Jake, Tracy talks about you sometimes so I’m glad you showed up so we know she isn’t making you up.” Coral was pretty too but her appearance wasn’t as radical as the girl next to me, she wasn’t as alluring as Alexis – uh, Sissy.
The next hour was a haze of talking, giggling and watching. I was mostly sitting back sipping on a Coke watching my sister interact with her two friends. Once in a while some guy would come to the table to talk or ask someone to dance. While I didn’t get too involved with the chatter I was very aware that Sissy’s thigh was rubbing on mine most to the time. I hated to admit it but I was having fun just sitting there, my stiff attitudes softened by the weed. Tracy called her two friends to a conference away from the table. They moved out of earshot so I don’t know what they were plotting but twice Sissy glanced at me with indecipherable eyes then the girls then went to the girl’s room. About two minutes after they came back Sissy leaned to my ear “I need some fresh air, go outside with me.” Thinking she just wanted an escort I stood then followed her outside. She led me to a car on the far end of the parking lot and while she walked my eyes were glued to the tight denim shorts she wore. Her hips were swiveling like I’d never seen; all the girls I knew walked straight and stiff. Sissy was ambling casually with a hip rolling gate on long shapely legs that caused another shiver to vibrate through me. She had a rose tattooed on the back of her right thigh. Suddenly a picture from my sister’s porn site popped into my mind. Did Sissy look like one of those girls with no clothes on? My peter started to get bigger.
I stood by while she opened the car door then rummaged around in the center console. She pulled out little brass pipe that looked like Tracy’s. Sissy tamped it full with weed from a small baggie then lit it. She inhaled smoke then let it drift slowly through her nose while she handed me the pipe. I didn’t think I should try pot again but the way she was looking at me stirred my prick even more. At that moment I would have violated the entire Old Testament for her, Ten Commandments included, so I took the pipe and drew a long puff. She smiled wide, bewitching me while I tried not to hack up my lungs.
Neither of us said anything for the minute or so we passed the weed back and forth. When there was nothing but ashes left Sissy leaned over the seat of the car to put the pipe back in the console. I watched her legs stretch, her butt spread wider and my prick grew some more; I had a hard, hurtful erection. She stood then turned and put her hands on my shoulders “Your sister asked me to do her a favor.”
I was distracted by the pressure of her fingers on my neck. My mind was swirling, my voice sounded distant, hollow; I echoed and couldn’t form words right “What --- Wha,” damnation, I could barely speak, “What did she ask you?”
“Come with me Jake, get in the car.” She opened the back door then slid in and to the far side of the seat. When she stopped moving Sissy held her hand out to me “Come on in, I’m not poisonous.” I wasn’t completely stupid, my mind froze but my penis completely maxed out in my shorts, it was hard and bent up at a bad angle, it hurt. I couldn’t move. The vexing young woman with red, white and blue hair smiled even more then leaned forward and touched my hand, my fingers stretched to hers then she tugged lightly on them, I got into the car with her. “Close the door Jake then sit back.”
She put a hand on my shoulder, the other on my thigh “Relax, let me do the work.”
“Uh, Uh, Siss---”
She put a finger on my lips to silence my protest then quickly followed up by putting her mouth over mine. As she kissed me her hand moved up my leg to the bulge in my pants. She rubbed my hard prick up and down as her lips slid over mine. My head was buzzing, my body glowing warmer as she felt me up.
She didn’t waste any time fumbling at my belt, button and zipper. Before I could register what the hell was going on Sissy had my erection in her fist, she was pumping it up and down making it even harder. I could feel the wetness on the end of it, she used her thumb to smear the end of my erection slippery. She abandoned my stiff prick then leaned back on the seat and pulled her shorts and panties down her legs then kick them free of her right foot. Before I could even look at her nakedness she moved around on face me then threw her right leg over my lap then reached for me again. Sissy held my cock while she eased it into her body. I heard myself groan as her hot wet sex slipped down on me until she was sitting on my lap, her weight pressing my butt into the seat. She put her mouth next to my ear “Fuck me Jake. Fuck me, enjoy me, then cum deep inside.” I groaned again.
I had never in my life ever felt like I did just then. The pot was fucking with my head and the pretty friend of my sister was fucking with me. The longer she and I coupled on that seat the further my mind ventured from the teachings of my mother and Pastor Jeff. I didn’t feel guilty, evil, nasty or like I had just stepped into a portal to Hell. I felt fantastic and for the first time in my life I was in love. I wanted to tell Sissy I loved her but just as the thought arose so did my balls. My entire body seized with a massive convulsion then I started slamming up into the girl as I squirted forever into her. It was at that exact moment the Gospel stopped guiding my life.
Sissy moved off my lap, she was smiling “Well, now you know.” I didn’t have to ask her what she meant. She leaned over my legs then struck me dumb again when she started licking the mess off my still hard prick and balls. She sat back up “We have to go back in, I have to report to Tracy.”
“Report what?”
“That you are a man, with a real hard-on. Actually, a real nice hard-on, I’ll be back for more later.” She pulled her clothes on then reached over the seat to retrieve her pot, “One more?” I didn’t hesitate.
Coral didn’t say anything overt when we got back to the booth but my sister was grinning from ear to ear as she watched me sit across from her. She patted my hand, pursed her lips as a silent kiss then handed me my glass of Coke. Sissy and Tracy took up their conversation as if there hadn’t been a twenty-minute interruption. I sat back and gazed at the living light show on the walls and relived the thrill and exquisite feelings of losing my virginity. The longer I sat next to Sissy with her leg rubbing on mine the more I wanted to drag her back to her car. The contact with her was making me think increasingly impure thoughts about the EMO girl which made my peter stone hard.
I grew up thinking sex was a secretive, unspoken act and never thought about how often someone might do it, or that it could be enjoyable. My sister’s revelations at home and the fact I was ready to screw Sissy again only a few minutes after losing my virtue made me realize I was naïve as hell. I also realized my mother wanted me that way.
In spite of what I was feeling, the new sensations and experiences, I was getting tired. I had been high for three hours and gotten screwed for the first time ever and my body wasn’t used to the constant high level of excitement. I needed to sleep so I told my sister to take me home. She didn’t hesitate or whine, we left for the car with Sissy and Coral going along. Next to the car Sissy pulled me into a hug then rubbed her pelvis on me causing me to jerk and pulse a wet bubble into my pants. She leaned her head up and kissed me lightly then offered “We can send them back in for another drink.”
“Why?”
She rubbed a hand down the shape of my erection “Why do you think?”
Even though I wanted to stay with her, with the exception of my hard-on, every part of my body was starting to droop, my eyes, my shoulders, even my head. I was fading quickly. I didn’t refuse her sensuous offer directly but let go and told her “I’m really tired.”
She smiled then kissed me again “Okay, go home and rest up then come back.”
In the house I went straight to my room, stripped nude then put on my pajamas. Just as I pulled the blanket down Tracy opened my door and came in “You still wear pajamas? Come on Jake, you’re 18, live on the wild side, go to bed naked.” I stood still and watched my sister while my mind tried to function a few seconds longer. I shrugged my shoulders, pulled off my pjs then went to bed while my sister inspected my body.
Tracy laid on the covers next to me put a hand on my chest and asked “Well?’
“Well what?”
“Come on, don’t be so fucking cryptic, did you like it? I told her you’d never screwed a girl so she volunteered. Actually, Coral volunteered too so they did Rock, Paper, Scissors, best two out of three. Sissy got to fuck you.”
Relaxed on my pillow wasn’t helping me stay awake “I’m really tired Tracy, I need to sleep.”
“Okay little brother, you can sleep but this conversation isn’t done. Tomorrow you’re going to tell me what she did, what you did and felt.” My sister kissed me on the cheek then left my room.
The next person I saw was my mother. She was scrambling breakfast eggs when I came into the kitchen. “How come you didn’t go to the Social last night? The kids were expecting you.”
My mind froze. I got so involved with Tracy and experimenting on her side of life I’d forgotten I was supposed to lead a Bible Jeopardy game for the pre-teens. Instantly I felt a surge of guilt for missing the Social then a pang of regret for what I did. Even before I could think straight I resolved to hurry to Church and pray for my soul. “I guess I forgot. Me and Tracy were talking and I forgot.”
“You forgot? What you need to do is forget whatever Tracy was talking about or telling you. She is on the wrong path and you should not follow. Now you need to figure out how to apologize to Pastor Jeff and those kids.”
Just as fast as it hit me, my regret and guilt vanished. I got irritated with mom “No, I won’t. I don’t have to apologize to anyone for missing last night. It was an honest mistake.”
My mother looked at me with wide surprised eyes and said only “Oh Lord, you too?”
“Yeah mom, me too. I’m grown up now, I don’t need perpetual guidance, I can actually think for myself.” My mother averted her eyes then put some bread in the toaster. Tracy came into the kitchen just then and stood near me. Mom looked at my sister then back to me, the frostiness she radiated didn’t affect me, I was standing in an aura of warmth that surrounded me and Tracy.
My initial feelings of guilt withered and I didn’t feel like I had sinned too terribly so I didn’t rush to the Alter for forgiveness. I had rebelled against mom and my teachings but I didn’t go completely rebel and stop attending church or neglecting my pre-teen flock. Tracy did not tempt me with pot or her friends again. She understood that I needed time to think, she stayed in my perimeter and watched while I sorted out my life, my future. My mother watched warily too but also did not try to influence me. But I’m sure she was praying hard for me.
It was the third Friday after my first experience with drugs and sex when I approached Tracy “Hey, I was kind of thinking we could look at some of your computer stuff and do some more marijuana.”
My sister went instantly alert, her whole demeanor escalated to happy as she said with a big knowing smile “Okay, we can toke up after mom goes to her pinochle game.”
I hesitated to ask the next question but my immoral urges were pressuring me “And Sissy, would we see her later?”
Tracy’s face lit up with the biggest grin I’d ever seen, “You want to get stoned, look at porn and get laid again? Oh hell yes, I’ll call her!” I fled from my sister’s delighted eyes, embarrassed and self-conscious of what I had asked but my parts were starting to swell.
