Chris was beside himself with fear when he found out his little sister was pregnant with her boyfriend's baby. That is, at first he was. He then grew quite angry when he realized that meant Laura, just fifteen and one year younger, had been having sex before he did.
Laura was well into her second trimester and her petite little frame was obviously showing the baby she carried inside, something she wanted to keep from their parents. Baggy sweaters simply wouldn't do anymore to hide her swelling belly, she now had to avoid Mom and Dad altogether, so she went to her brother for help.
After screaming at one another, and quite loudly too with their parents out, Laura crying and begging, Chris threatening to tell over his anger, he finally agreed to keep her secret, but for a price. And that price was a dear one.
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.
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