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.
"Fucking morons!" Kirsten thought.
At the door to the chemistry room, two of her classmates Bill Taylor and Scott Vance, or Jackass #1 and Jackass #2 as she thought of them, were waiting as usual. The pair of morons partially blocked the class's doorway forcing all the girls entering to pass between them, giving the boys the opportunity to goose them or fondle them in some manner.
As Kirsten tried to enter Scott bumped into her side shoving her towards Bill who, on the pretext of helping her, reached out his hand and squeezed her breast. Anticipating this crude assault, Kirsten elbowed him in the stomach and for good measure kicked Jackass #2 in the ankle.
"Hands off pervert. Try that again and you'll be singing Soprano for the rest of your worthless life."
It started completely by accident.
I was walking from the garage through the kitchen and on my way to the bathroom and as I passed by my older sister Micah who happened to be bent over moving her clothes from the washer and into the dryer, for no reason at all and with no premeditation, I smacked her big ass. However, my hand didn't land on either cheek; it landed almost perfectly in the middle.
Micah emitted an 'Ooof' and as she was straightening up quickly, she bumped the back of her head on the upper rim of the dryer's door. She yelped with pain and it seemed to have stopped her from chasing after me.
I was cautious coming back from the bathroom to resume working on my bike in the garage. But, when I passed her again, she turned around quickly but didn't say anything. She only gave me a hurt look. I didn't give it much thought at the time and chalked my luck to the pain in her head which stopped her from retaliating.
Being just short of sixteen, born out of wedlock, male and a randy sod was nothing unusual, fancying everything of the opposite sex was supposedly normal, what wasn't so normal was the lust I had for my mother and my aunt. For the past year I'd been having wet dreams about my mother or my aunt, not that they weren't something to have wet dreams about, but it was not the sort of thing a boy was supposed to do.
What made matters even worse was the fact that my mother and her sister were identical twins, even people that had known them for years sometimes had trouble telling them apart so at times I wasn't sure whether it was my mother or my aunt that I was doing such lovely things to in my dreams. Not that I really cared that much, they were both gorgeous women. Not only gorgeous but 'sparky' with it, they both had the same sense of humour that went exceedingly well with their dirty minds and when the pair of them were together they could have made a blue comedian blush.
It was a month before my sixteenth when fate conspired to turn my dreams into reality, my mother had gone to London with her work and she had asked her sister, my aunt Eleanor, to look after me for the few days that she would be away. Sad though I was to be parted from my mother having some-one who looked exactly like her around took the sting away. The start of the first day, a Friday, was nothing out of the ordinary, my mother left while I was at school and my aunt arrived just as I got home, in fact at first I didn't realise it was my aunt and not my mother, but eventually we got that sorted out. Just like any normal Friday we went shopping, well my aunt and I did, usually it was my mother and I, anyway after shopping we had dinner and then spent the rest of the evening chatting and watching TV.
It was almost nine and we'd been sitting watching some rubbishy film for the past ten minutes when Aunt Eleanor muttered something and leant forward to grab the TV and Satellite guide.
"How bloody boring," she said softly "surely there's something better on."
There were eight of us in my family, mum and dad, myself as the oldest child and, incidentally the only girl, one set of triplets and one set of twins, thankfully neither set of which was identical, I was seventeen, my brothers were fifteen and fourteen when our parents decided that we kids were old enough to look after ourselves while they had a second honeymoon. So off they went for two weeks of fun in the sun leaving me, as the eldest, supposedly in charge. My brothers had other ideas, however, and I was seriously outnumbered, after the first day I just gave up trying to keep them under control and concentrated on keeping the house tidy. That in itself was a full time job, five boys equates to a ton and a half of mess, I liked my brothers, but they were a lazy bunch of sods who couldn't seem to do anything without making a mess of some sort and I was getting fed up with running around after them by the fifth day.
"Listen here you mob," I said firmly as I stood in the living room looking at my five brothers lounging around, "I'm fed up clearing up after you, you don't make this much mess when mum and dad are around and I don't see why you should do it now, I'm not your slave you know."
It was only as I finished speaking that I noticed that the boys were passing around a scotch bottle, it was nearly empty yet I was sure it had been full that morning. They were also whispering together which was always a bad sign as it meant they were up to some mischief or other. Gary, Mike, Frank, John and Len all looked up at me with silly grins on their faces and I knew that they were drunk, I snorted in disgust and was about to turn away from them when Mike spoke.
"That's not a bad idea you know Rita," he said, his words slurring a little, "just what we boys need."
"What is?" I asked in total puzzlement.
It is unfortunate that more boys don't have a big sister like I had to help them through puberty. I mean that's a tough time for everyone. But I had my sister and am I ever grateful I did.
We have always been close even though she is three years older than me. There were some rough times in our relationship when she was between 12 and 14 but even then, I sensed that she really would come through in a pinch, if it came to that. So by the time I was 12 and beginning to grow in all sorts of ways that I hadn't expected, Jo was there to help out.
You see, Jo had a way of getting me to talk about whatever was troubling me. Even when I felt embarrassed, she would be able to throw her arm around me and after beating around the bush, I would finally tell her the problem. What made it impossible for me to hide anything from her was that she was always so open with me. She would not only tell me everything that was bothering her but she also seemed to have absolutely no modesty around me. I mean, I was in her room once talking about some of the things happening around school when she began changing her clothes. I was certainly aware this was just my sister but I was also aware that most of my friends would have given anything to witness the show I got during the next few minutes. Keeping up her side of the conversation, she proceeded to strip down to her bra and panties. I had seen her this way many times so I wasn't particularly shocked. But she continued to undress, slipping off her bra and tossing it on the bed.
Mary arrived home a little earlier than usual. Her last class had ended by a fire drill so Mary and her best friend Jill slipped away rather than going back inside the school. They went their seperate ways.
When Mary went upstairs she saw that her brother Roger's bedroom door was closed. She stopped outside the door and listened closely. She heard strange sounds coming from her brother so she assumed, correctly, that the sixteen year old was masturbating. Mary smiled as she ran her fingers along the crotch of her pants making herself feel so nice.
She made another assumption that her brother probably hurried home from school to have a good wank before she came home. Her plan was hatched at that moment. She left the house to walk around the neighborhood killing time while she finished planning on just how to catch her brother with his pants down.
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