My story starts many years ago. My name is Bobby and I was getting ready to turn sixteen that summer. My parents had just purchased a small motor home for our vacation that year. It was nice, but very confining. It was supposed to sleep six, but four people in it at one time, seemed very crowded to me.
It had a bunk above the passenger compartment that would sleep two people. They would be a little cramped, but two people could fit there. In the back of the motor home was a small room with a full size bed. That was where my parents would sleep.
I will tell you a little about my family before I move on to the events of our first vacation in the motor home. My father (Jim) worked the third shift in a local factory. He had worked there for as long as I could remember. He went to work at 11:00 p.m. and got off at 7:00 a.m. the next morning. My mother (Melanie) was a homemaker, and sold Avon on the side. My younger sister (Melissa) was fourteen years old that summer.
One night while my father was working. Two black men broke into our house, and then took turns raping my mother all night long. My sister was a result of that night. My mother and father had been trying to have another child, so my mother was not using any type of contraception at the time. My mother didn’t believe in abortion for any reason, and carried my sister full term. They hoped that the child my mother was carrying had been conceived before that night.
However, that would not end up being the case. And when Missy was born, although she was a black baby, my parents were not willing to put her up for adoption.
I would like to tell you that it had been easy growing up with a little black sister, but I’d be lying. I fought my way through most of my school life. Kids always made fun of her for having a white family. My sister felt very close to me, and looked up to me as her protector. Missy was a very pretty little girl. Although she was born black, and very dark skinned, she had the facial features more like a white child. The rest of her physical attributes were more characteristic of a black woman. She had long slender legs; flat little stomach and a nice round bubble butt like most black women seem to have.
Hi, my name is Andi! I am sixteen, and I’m almost five feet tall. I’m skinny, but I’ve got nice B-cup boobs with nipples as red as my hair. I have green eyes and freckles. And oh, yeah, I have red hair on my privates too! (blushing.) And a little around my butt hole. My butt hole is my favorite part of my body, and I spend a lot of time playing with it!
But anyway, I wanna tell you about the first time I fucked my brother. It was so hot. He’s really cute, and I’d wanted to fuck him for a long time, but lemme tell you about the first time I worked up the nerve to make him wanna play.
Mom and dad were fighting and it always made me scared. So I got in bed with my big brother Ryan. He’s seventeen. He’s so big. He’s got muscles on his muscles, and he makes me feel so safe with my back up against his chest. He was used to me climbing into bed with him, because mom and dad were always fighting. This was not too long before they got a divorce.
When I get scared or sad, I usually like to play with my butt. It makes me feel better, I don’t know why. I start rubbing my fingers in the crack, and after a while I put my hand inside my panties and feel my bunghole with my fingertips. This usually makes me fall asleep after a while. But if it doesn’t work, or if I wanna masturbate, I start to work my finger into my butt. But this time there was a problem, because my butt was right up against Ryan’s crotch. I didn’t wanna put my hand down there because it would be right up against his dick, and I didn’t have his permission to touch him there. He was snoring softly, and his chest was moving up and down, and I could feel his breath on my neck. It was so nice. I figured it would be okay just to put his hand on my butt crack.
After finishing college, my sister Jenny couldn’t find a reasonable job in New York and couldn’t afford to stay there. So she was forced to move back into our home where we had both grown up.
She was a little too mature to move back into her old room, after all she was twenty-two now. So she moved into the vacant basement apartment that my grandmother had occupied for the last few years of her life.
Jenny is five years older than I am. That makes it very hard to have things in common. When she went to college four years earlier I was only thirteen, and concerned myself with normal thirteen-year-old things.
Now at seventeen, I could only think of one thing: Sex!
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.
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).