I don't know what's got into my sister. Since being a kid, she's been a tomboy, into climbing trees, making bows and arrows (when she 'discovered' the Legend of Robin Hood, and wanted to be as good as Maid Marian). She suffered the bumps and scrapes all children get, along with me and my best mate, Alan; and our mother would patiently wash our wounds, dab them with antiseptic, and apply sticking plasters.
This last six months, since she turned fourteen, Ellie has been coming to me with her woes. I'm two years older than she is, which is quite a lot of growing at that stage in one's life. There has been less need for sticking plaster and more for sorting out some of the strange ideas which seem to be filling her head these days. I wouldn't care, but there have been other, physical, changes in her — and me, for that matter — which make me uncomfortable after only minutes in her company. Especially when she does her usual thing and sits on my knee while we talk.
The other day, while Mum and Dad had gone into town to spend the shopping vouchers they'd received for Christmas, she'd been sunbathing out in the back garden. She decided this year that a tan was important, despite my telling her about the dangers of too much sun causing the skin to age prematurely. Anyway, Alan and I were wearing only shorts, because of the heat, watching cricket on the television, when she came trotting in wearing a very skimpy bikini in yellow cotton and plonked herself down on my lap, wrapping one arm nonchalantly round my shoulders.
I pumped and I pumped, my hand surrounding and moving quickly along the full length of my stiff erection as I sat on my sister's bed jerking off.
In my mind I ran images of naked women, though mainly my sister, and I wondered how it would feel to be inside her, to make love to her, something Mom probably wouldn't care to let me do, or even know I was thinking.
I turned to where Mom was sitting in the chair beside the bed, watching me masturbate. My sister Kerri was laying on her stomach beside me, casually flipping through pages in some fashion magazine.
We had the telephone call around midnight and went to the Hospital. My older sister Mona had been raped on a date. It is quite common except when it is your sister. Mom and I went and we stayed there with Mona in the Emergency Room. The Police went in and out but Mona wanted us there.
Weeks went by and Mona was not the same. She had always been such an outgoing girl and happy. Mona is a petit 18 year old girl of 5'3" and has a knockout body and long pretty black hair. I felt guilty because I had dreamed about forcing Mona to have sex with me before she was assaulted. In my dreams Mona had always wanted to be my sex toy and fucked often.
I stuck my head over the edge of my bed to see my twin brother Ritchie lying on the floor of my bedroom. He'd be sleeping here with me until Aunt Marge and Uncle Bert went home after Christmas.
"Ritchie," I whispered, "It's ok if you want to sleep up here with me."
"Oh God thanks Stephanie." He said scampering up into bed. With the doors closed my room got incredibly cold in the winter, especially on the floor. Mom said since we were both thirteen we couldn't sleep in the same bed, but I knew Ritchie would get sick sleeping down there. I didn't mind sharing my bed with him. We got along better than most brothers and sisters we knew, maybe it was because we were twins and growing up we'd always developed the same interests. I snuggled up against him to help him warm up.
"Thanks Stephanie," he said, still shivering, "You're a lifesaver."
"No problem. Just get down in the morning before Mom comes in."
Neither one of us was really sleepy so we decided to talk for a while. My room was in the basement and all the other rooms were on the upper story, so we didn't need to worry about anyone hearing us. As we talked, I realized how weird it was to be lying here like this chatting about school. I laughed at the thought.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
I remember that hot August day. It was my sixteenth birthday and I was so ready to have fun. I had all my day planned out. I was going to spend some time with the family first and then go out at night with my best friend Jill who was sixteen and already had her drivers license.
I woke up about 8am that day. It was a Wednesday, and I was ready for my family to give me a birthday hug. I went to go take a cold shower first and got dressed. I deciced to wear my red halter top and white shorts with my cute brown slip on sandals to complete the look. It was only my mother, my two brothers and me of course. My father had died over six years ago. My mother was a busy woman though. She was a lawyer and worked long hours often. I would always be the one to stay home and cook for my brothers Michael and Justin.
Michael, who was 20 was the oldest. Then there was Justin who was 18 and me that just turned 16. Michael was on summer vacation and home from college. Justin had just graduated high school.
I went downstairs that morning and found my mother on the phone arguing with someone. I could hear her frustration. I knew it had to be her work. She'd originally taken this day off to be with me and bake me my favorite German chocolate cake that I loved so much. Although I just felt that she was going to work that day. I waited a bit after she got off the phone to walk into the living room.