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Archive name: safesex.txt (mmf, pre, teen, first, inc)
Authors name: S.A. Talley (Keeper6790@aol.com)
Story title : SAFE SEX
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This written work is copyrighted to Sarah Anne Talley
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SAFE SEX
by S.A. Talley
I have to tell this story, even though I know I
should keep my mouth shut. I guess it's one of those
therapeutic things, if I tell it - maybe I can put it
behind me once and for all.
**
It all started during the summer of 1988 when our
parents went away for a long weekend to Reno Nevada.
Barry was 15 then and they thought he was old enough to
take care of our younger sister and me. I was 13 then
and Jamey was 8.
Our folks were great, always watching over us,
making sure that we knew how things were supposed to
be, in short, they were very conscientious parents.
But that weekend they differently had a lapse in judge-
ment. (Of course I say that with the advantage of
looking back through hindsight.)
At any rate our folks left for the 4-hour drive to
Reno leaving Barry in charge. Within an hour of their
leaving he and I had already hit the liquor cabinet and
were making ourselves screwdrivers. When I say liquor
cabinet, I don't really mean it was a cabinet. Our
folks had several bottles of booze tucked away in the
kitchen for those rare occasions when old college
friends would stop by on their way to some business
trip, or cross-country vacation.
Barry and I were sitting around the family room
talking about stupid stuff when Jamey came is and
started saying that she would tell on us for drinking
alcohol. Barry wasn't going to put up with that for an
instant and grabbed her by the hair saying, "You little
twerp, if you rat on us I'll smash your doll house and
than I'll tell everyone in your class that you still
play with them."
That shut her up, and we went back to our conver-
sation, and another round of screwdrivers.
About five o'clock that evening we were getting
pretty pissed. I couldn't believe it when Barry said,
"I wish Stephanie would put out for me, I'm so horny
I'd fuck a cow right about now!" (Stephanie was Barry's
girlfriend, and to hear him talk, I thought they had
been doing it all along. I guess it's true what they
say about alcohol loosening lips.)
That started us on the topic of girls and sex.
Back then I had just turned 13 several months before.
And I was just as horny as Barry, maybe more because
I didn't have a girlfriend. Back then girls scared me
to death, I always thought that they were something
from outer space. I mean they didn't think like boys,
and I could never figure out what to say or how to act
around them.
Then Barry really shocked me. He suggested that
we call an escort service. I knew what he was getting
at, but couldn't believe that he was serious. But he
kept bringing it up over and over again. Finally I
started to warm to the idea, after all I could really
use a good fuck. (Since I'd never had one before.)
We kept talking about it, and I kept getting more
and more excited about the prospect. Finally after we
worked our courage up, Barry actually did call. To my
huge disappointment they immediately blew him off. I
guess they could tell by his voice that he was a minor
or something.
After all that talk, I was really dejected. There
I was sitting there in the family room, in my mom's
recliner with this painful hard-on and no place to put
it. Barry didn't look too happy himself.
He started to bitch about how Stephanie wouldn't
let him do it with her because she didn't want to get
pregnant, and finally I said, "At least you can get
some stuff from her, so quit the bitching will yeah!"
I was mad because I was so frustrated.
Barry said, "I wish females could control when
they wanted to get pregnant, then things would be some
much easier us guys.
That's when Jamey came back into the house. It was
around 8 o'clock by then and that was her curfew, and
since she always minded our parents it never occurred
to her to disobey them when they weren't there. We
watched out little sister come through from the kitchen
to stand in the passage way between the two rooms.
"Hey, isn't it dinner time yet?" she asked, "Mom
said you were supposed to do the cooking Jacky, what's
for dinner?"
I looked at my little sister and without the least
sense of a guilty conscious I said, "Her Jamey have a
screwdriver before we eat."
She wasn't all that sure that she should drink
alcohol, but Barry teased her into it. We were taking
our frustration out on our little sister for no other
reason that to get her drunk. It quickly turned into
a game for us. Barry made her drink very weak at first
and then added more alcohol to the second one.
By the time I had boiled the hotdogs and broken
open the family size bag of potato chips Jamey was
swigging her drink like a sailor. We had completely
forgotten about our earlier frustration, we were
having so much fun getting our little sister drunk.
About 9 o'clock that evening after dinner was
eaten and we were at the alcohol again laying around
the family room floor, Barry did a really strange
thing. At least I thought it was strange at first.
The 3 of us were playing a board game called Risk,
and suddenly right in the middle of a move, Barry
rolled over on top of Jamey and held her down on her
back by the wrists.
She struggled for a moment then lay under him
panting a little from the effort she'd just expended.
While Barry was straddling her, and holding her down,
he looked over at me and said, "You know what we were
talking about earlier?"
"What?" I asked, a little confused.
"You know, the escort service."
"Yeah?" I still didn't know what he meant.
"Well, they wouldn't take us seriously, right?
And uh, Stephanie won't put out 'cause she's afraid
of getting pregnant. You follow me?" Barry looked
down at Jamey who was laying under him not really
listening to us.
For the first time I noticed that our sister was
really soused. She had that unfocussed look in her
eyes, and normally having her freedom restricted by
an older brother would have made her madder than hell.
But at the moment she was just laying there waiting
for Barry to get off her.
Then Barry said it, "You know -- Jamey is too
young to get pregnant."
I looked at my brother -- My heart was instantly
in my throat, could he really mean what I thought he
meant? I had never thought of Jamey, sexually before.
But as I looked at her small body being held down by
her big brother, I noticed for the first time that
she looked good. I mean she had a really nice body.
I guess I'd always known that she was an attrac-
tive female, and if I wanted to be real honest with
myself I would have to admit that I had snuck a peek
from time to time. But to have sex with her, was ...
well, it was ... unthinkable.
Barry must have been pretty drunk because he
lowered his face to Jamey's and started kissing her
on the mouth. She fought him at first, but after a
bit she seemed to not mind it so much, and started
kissing him back.
I sat there watching my brother and sister kissing
each other like you see them doing in the movies. I'd
never seen anyone kissing like that close-up in real
life. I shifted in my place to try and make more room
in my pants; my dick was so hard I was having a problem
sitting there.
Barry started squirming around on top of Jamey,
pushing the palm of his hand against her flat chest,
right where her right nipple was sure to be. And still
she didn't protest she just seemed to kiss him back
harder.
After a few minutes of this Jamey finally started
to struggle under her brother. "Barry, let me up! I
need to pee, Barry... let me go now!"
Barry stopped kissing her and reluctantly let her
up. She smiled at us and scampered off of the bathroom.
Barry sat there breathing hard watching her go.
I felt I should say something. "Barry, what the fuck
do you think you're doing any way?" I said.
He looked at me and smiled. "It's perfect man,
the ultimate safe sex. She's not old enough to get
pregnant, and she hasn't been messing around so she
doesn't have any of those diseases that they keep
talking about on TV. I mean this is perfect."
I stared at my older brother for a full minute,
and he stared back at me. Finally he said, "Fuck you,
goody two-shoes. If you want'a be a prig about it then
stay here, I'm gonna go visit our pretty little
sister."
Barry pushed himself up off the floor and went
into the hall leading to the bedrooms. I still couldn't
believe this was happening, but at the same time I was
excited about it. Would Jamey really let a boy screw
her? Would she let Barry?
Barry was much more experienced than me, or at
least I thought that he was. At the age of 13, I was
curious about anything that had to do with sex, and
there was no way that I wasn't going to at least watch
this. I figured that at the very least I would get
some entertainment when Jamey kicked him in the nuts.
But that's not what happened. Jamey came out of
the bathroom and headed to her room. I watched as she
entered her room and threw herself onto her bed in a
drunken state. She didn't seem to able to hold her
liquor very well, because both Barry and I had had
quite a bit more than her, but she looked drunker than
either of us.
Barry had been across the hall waiting for her to
come out of the bathroom. I watched fascinated, as he
walked over to her door and looked in at her prostrate
body. He leaned down and began to undress her; I was
amazed that Jamey didn't fight him. She must have
really been out of it because I know her well enough
that normally if anyone would try that with her, they
're regret it instantly.
But she just raised her arms as Barry pulled her
T-shirt off, and raised her butt off the bed when he
tugged her shorts off. My dick was super hard again
as I watched my brother take his cloths off and stand
beside our sister's bed.
I hadn't seen Barry naked since we were small,
and I'd never seen another guy's dick hard before.
It was really weird, there was my brother and sister
stark naked, and what made it even weirder was that I
knew that they were going to fuck each other. Well,
at least Barry was going to fuck Jamey, I'm still not
sure that she knew what was happening that first time.
I couldn't take it! Barry climbed on top of Jamey
and lay down on her. He fumbled between their crotches
for a moment and I could tell from the sigh he gave
that he had forced his way in to her. Jamey just
groaned and raised her knees up a little so that Barry
sank between them a bit more.
As Barry started screwing our little sister I
came in my pants. I can still remember the intensity
of the whole thing. It was like we were in an alien
world. Our parents no longer existed, our friends were
forgotten, nothing existed now except the sexual act
going on in Jamey's small bedroom. That was the only
thing happening in the universe at that moment. That
is until I started filling my shorts with hot sticky
come.
That's something I'll never forget either. It had
never happened to me before, or since for that matter.
But watching Barry screwing our pretty willing little
sister was something that just blew my mind, as well
as my teenage nervous system. Seeing his naked butt
rising and lowering between Jamey's cute little raised
legs was just too much.
Even though I had messed myself, I continued to
stand at the door and watch them. After a moment of
two, Jamey reached up and wrapped her hands around
behind Barry's neck and she began to thrust back at
him. It didn't take long after that for Barry to get
his rocks off.
It was quite simple really, no fireworks or fog-
horns... he just shivered and held his crotch hard
against hers and emptied himself into her for a long
time.
**
That was the first time that we used our little
sister for *safe sex* and before the weekend was over
I was no longer a virgin either. I think that first
weekend Barry and I got our rocks off in our little
sister at least 5 times apiece.
Jamey was really too young to enjoy sex to its
fullest, but she didn't mind it either. I think she
realized that she was in a position of power over us.
We needed something she had, and after that weekend,
nothing was too good for our sister. Anything she
wanted we would do.
Our little safe sex scheme went on for almost a
year and a half. I guess in the end Barry's girlfriend
started to put out for him, and around that time Jamey
had her first period, so she was no longer safe to use.
I tell this story as a cautionary tale. Don't
leave your children home alone, you never can tell what
trouble they'll get into.
**
Authors note: This story is a figment of my
imagination. And no I have never done anything wrong
to anyone in my life. I just have a very kinky imagi-
nation and tend to write these scenarios out. If you
liked this story you can find another kinky one - by
visiting The Kristen Archives or using this link:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/sarah/index.htm
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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