Mom looked unconvinced. “He was touching you,” Mom mumbled.
“His touch is amazing, Mom. You have no idea. He can make me come and come. His mouth is incredible. Sex is awesome!” Teri laughed.
“But baby, you guys can’t. You’re family.”
Me? I was staying out of it. Or at least I had hoped to.
Teri clearly wasn’t done yet. “You’re wrong about sex, Mom. All it takes is love and patience. I think the first time it took him hours to show me I could enjoy it. Now I can come for him whenever he wants.”
I adjusted my boxers. I wasn’t quite naked, and the unwelcome surprise had killed any erection I had.
Mom looked over at me. “How could you take advantage of your sister like that!”
“How could you tell her that nobody liked sex? That she had to put up with it, and fake her enjoyment?” I asked pointedly.
Mom looked stunned, pulling back from me. “You don’t understand, Travis. You’re a man. For us women, it’s not like it is for you. We do it out of love, not pleasure.”
Teri wasn’t having any of it. “God, Mom. You’re so wrong! Don’t you see? Didn’t you see me just now? That was insane. He made me squirt! I never came so hard.”
“No, honey, I don’t know what you think happened, but you can’t enjoy it. We don’t. It just doesn’t happen.” Mom was in complete denial. Kind of sad, really.
“Stop it, Mom. You’re talking crazy. Didn’t you hear me? I come for him all the time now. Maybe a dozen times a day. It’s wonderful,” Teri said.
“But you’re brother and-”
“Yes, I know. Brother and sister. The best brother in the whole world. He showed me, Mom. He taught me. He was loving and patient, and showed me sex could be wonderful.” She turned to me. “You’ve got to show her, Travis. It’s not fair for her not to know.”
Mom and I both responded in shock, telling her she was crazy. She kept shaking her head. “Mom, have you ever had an orgasm?” Teri asked.
Mom blushed. “That’s not an appropriate subject to talk about in front of your brother.”
Teri kept badgering her. “You told me it didn’t happen. Couldn’t happen. You and Aunt Brenda both. You were wrong. Big time. Admit it. You never had one, so you thought I couldn’t, right?”
“Honey, it’s not natural. I don’t know what he’s done . . .”
“He loved me, Mom. He showed me it was possible. Let him show you. It’s incredible. You can’t believe how good it feels!”
“Teri,” I said, speaking up. “It’s not the same. She’s our mother. That would be so wrong.”
Mom, if anything, looked hurt. “It’s all wrong. Brother and sister?” she said.
“But I couldn’t let you tell her wrong, Mom. It wasn’t fair to her. She’s just eighteen; she has her whole life in front of her. Just because one asshole didn’t know what to do, doesn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy sex,” I explained.
Mom glared at me. “Your father loved me! Are you saying he was an asshole, because he couldn’t give me an orgasm?”
“Did he even know, Mom? If you were faking it, he probably thought everything was great. You should have told him, given him a chance,” I said.
“It was great! I loved making love to him. I didn’t have to enjoy it, or have an orgasm. He was my husband, and I loved being there for him.”
Teri gave Mom a big hug. “I know. You told me. But it could have been more. You just didn’t know, he didn’t know. You didn’t have a Travis to show you.”
We went round and round. Mom was adamant that it wasn’t possible. Teri was equally adamant insisting not only was it possible, but it was incredible. I mostly tried to stay out of it, until I had to get ready for work, leaving them arguing with each other.
* * *
Dr. Hamilton, I’m going to make one last plea. You’ve already read enough to know that I’m morally corrupt. Treating my sister like that was the last thing on my mind at the beginning of the holiday break.
It gets worse. I probably should just end this, and hope for the best, but I feel that after all I’ve documented, I have to finish this properly. Holding nothing back.
At least put this document away, and consider grading me on what you’ve read so far. Set it aside for a day, and give me a chance. I doubt you’ll stop, since you got this far, but I need to warn you, things got worse. A lot worse. Shamefully worse. Please consider what I’ve said, and leave me this little bit of privacy. Please.
* * *
The next few days were incredibly awkward. It didn’t stop me from loving my sister each morning, while she tried to convince me it was my duty to teach Mom how to enjoy sex. She kept throwing Aunt Brenda’s name in there as well.
Mom was barely speaking to me, the few hours we were together late at night. I felt bad about that. But I didn’t feel what I had done was wrong. Yeah, maybe we took it too far, but I was proud of my sister, and how far she’d come. No pun intended.
Saturday, I worked the day shift. Ten in the morning until five. When I got home I was tired and a little grouchy. Days were lousy for tips. I hadn’t made twenty dollars, when on a typical evening I might make fifty.
When I got home, I went straight to the shower. When I came out, Teri was waiting for me. I was worried about that; I didn’t like throwing our relationship in Mom’s face. She slipped into my arms, and gave me a kiss. “You know you’re the best brother in the world,” she said.
“With the best sister ever,” I reminded her.
She grinned. “I put some clothing out for you. I want you to dress nice.”
“Are we going out?” I asked.
“No, but this is a special night, alright. Trust me?”
“Always,” I said, stealing another kiss.
“Dress nice, and join us for dinner,” she said.