I was watching TV. The only English-language station played reruns of The Partridge Family, Gilligan's Island, M*A*S*H, and All In The Family every afternoon. For me, at 15, living in Qatar, that was my so-called life.
We'd been in Qatar only since January - three months. We moved from Taiwan. Before Taiwan was Indonesia. Before that Kenya, Latvia, New Zealand... We moved a lot. No, my dad wasn't in the military - it was his business.
Taiwan had been pretty good. We'd lived there for almost two years. My sister, Janet, was sure she was going to be able to finish high school there. No luck. At Christmas, Dad called a family meeting and announced that we were moving in 3 weeks. The color drained from my sister's face. "No, no, no!" she shrieked.
Janet screamed. She cried. I seriously thought she was going to murder Dad. She begged to be able to stay in Taiwan. She pleaded. She slammed doors. She broke plates.
Really, I could understand. Qatar would be her fourth high school on the third continent. And she'd have to leave behind her friends (again), and her boyfriend - her first serious boyfriend - Dan. And going to a new high school just for second semester of senior year was going to be tough.
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.
Man did I ever love jerking off. It's something I did really well. I first started doing it in my room when I was alone in the house. A magazine, a bottle of baby oil, and my own imagination is all I needed, and my hand of course. Eventually, I realized it was more exciting to masturbate when my sister's friends were over. I would listen to them talking, hearing every word easily through the thin wall that seperated our two rooms. It is here that I first found out that my sister, Mary, was still a virgin.
Valerie was swinging away in her back yard on a swing her father made out of a car tire. Each breeze that came from swinging made her long golden hair fly everywhere. She wore her short little blue jean shorts and a whitetank top. She wore two small braids on each side of her face to keep her long hair from getting in her eyes. She was glad it was finally summertime. That meant no school, no homework, and no more waking up early.
It was extremely hot that summer day. It was still early in the day and her parents were at work, leaving her alone with her grandmother, who took care of Valerie and her brother Tommy while Mom and Dad were at work. Since Valerie was only 14 and Tommy 16, they didn't really need a guardian to watch them over the summer, but grandmother's presence gave their parents peace of mind. The siblings didn't mind though. They loved their grandmother and besides she cooked a lot better than their own mother.
When my dad survived Vietnam, the first thing he did when he returned was to propose to his girlfriend and begin a family in rural Mid-America.
Being true catholics, our parents' only way to prevent pregnancies was the rhythm method, and they had no rhythm!
Consequently, in five consecutive years, they had a girl, a girl, a boy, a girl, and a girl.
By then, and I'm sure the law of averages can't suddenly be suspended, the parents either acquired rhythm really well or they just defaulted to contraception. They HAD to - unless mom suddenly turned off the pussy from dad?
My name is Reese. My sisters, from the oldest on down, are: Lorraine, Marsha, Paula, and Kitty (Katherine).
My Uncle Dan is only ten years older than me. He is my mother's youngest brother. He babysat me many times when I was a young girl. One time when I was about eleven years old I had aggravated him so badly that he threatened to take me "over his knee for an old fashion bare bottom spanking."
I laughed at him saying. "You wouldn't dare!"
But he did dare. He pulled me onto his lap, pulling down my pajama bottoms, slapping my ass once hard. "I don't dare, do I?" He laughed as he pulled my little white panties down to my knees exposing my bare behind." I don't remember how many times he spanked my bottom but I do remember that it hurt me enough that I always listened to him after that. Just the threat of a spanking would make me obey him.
That was my first spanking. My parents never had never punished me that way. They usually scolded me and took away privileges. Uncle Dan never spanked me again while he babysat me but when he looked at me, his little smile on his handsome face, I knew he was thinking about that time I was over his lap with my bare bottom exposed to him.
When I turned 15, my mother sat me down and told me something that shocked me, "Your father did not die in an accident—he was murdered!"
I asked, "Who did it mom?"
"The police were unable to find a suspect, so it's what's called a cold case now, Ray," she said, "It's not likely to be solved unless someone already imprisoned tells a cellmate."
I practically screamed, "Why have you waited to tell me this?"
"I wanted you old enough to understand," was her ... explanation.
"Well I DON'T," I yelled, going to my room and slamming the door.
There was a knock and I said, "Go Away!"
"It's Susan, your sister," she said.
I wasn't mad at her ... yet, so I said, "Come in."