NB: This story is for ADULT entertainment only. It contains themes of incest and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.
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You remember when you were a young teenager, still a virgin, and with all of those raging hormones? The only thing important to you then was getting rid of your cherry; finding some girl willing to play ‘doctor’ with you, willing to let you lift her skirt and lead you to the promised land.
Remember how you felt when your buddies would tell you that they had gotten laid? Remember drooling as they recounted each and ever juicy detail? Remember getting the name of the girl and hitting on her and being told to “Fuck off asshole?”
I was eighteen, still a virgin, and it sucked!
I live with my mom, dad and older sister. Mary is two years older than I am and early on we had agreed to despise each other. I’m told that this is common in families where there is an older sister and a younger brother, but I’ve never seen it in any of my friend’s families. Whatever, Mary was in her third year of college and I’d heard mom and dad commenting on the crowd that she was running with. Frankly, I was surprised they noticed, but then what kid thinks that his parents know anything. The fact was that she was running with a pretty rowdy group and more than once I’d seen her sneaking into the house after going out and partying. I knew that she was drinking heavily and although she didn’t smoke she did do some weed. I didn’t have a clue as to how bad she really was until one weekend when my parents left town to visit relatives.
I was supposed to spend the weekend at my buddy Ron’s house, but we got into an argument and I stormed out and went home. When I got there the joint was jumping. Mary had apparently interpreted mom and dad’s “You are not to have anyone over while we are gone” to mean that ‘anyone’ was singular and that therefore everyone (plural) was okay. I hung around outside and watched the comings and goings and looked through the windows to see how college kids partied. It didn’t seem to be too much different from the parties that me and my buddies had except that instead of just beer there was some hard stuff and apparently plenty of weed. The girls seemed to be a lot wilder too. I saw a couple that seemed to get a charge out of flashing their tits and I wondered if I went in how long I could last before Mary saw and had a cow.
Then I noticed that I didn’t see Mary anywhere and when she hadn’t made an appearance after ten or fifteen minutes I decided to crash her party. I walked in like I belonged there (which in a sense I did), grabbed a beer out of an ice chest and then I just mingled. I hadn’t been there two minutes when one of the girls that I’d seen earlier came up to me and said, “Hi, I’m Jan. You’re cute, want to see my tits?” and she lifted her sweater. Right behind her came the other one I’d seen and she hoisted up her sweater and said, “Mine are better.”
I stood there looking from one to the other and thinking that I’d died and gone to heaven. Then Jan said, “What do you think, are mine better than hers?”
I smiled and said “The only way I can honestly judge them is to taste them” and I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward.
Jan pulled down her sweater, snarled “Pervert!” and turned and walked away. The other girl gave me a nasty look and then took off after Jan and I heard a couple of guys standing near us say “Way to go dude.”
I headed up the stairs to my bedroom and walked in on a couple who were fucking on my bed. The guy gave me a nasty look and said, “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I ignored him and went over to my dresser and got the present that I’d received for my seventeenth birthday out of the top drawer. It was an Olympus D-370 digital camera and I loved it to death. Take a picture, plug the camera into a USB port on a computer and – viola – instant pictures. Just what I needed to get the photos that would give me leverage over Mary.
The guy on the bed said, “Hey asshole, I asked you what you were doing in here!” I turned to him, “This is my bedroom dick breath and I don’t recall you asking me if you could use it” then I raised the camera, said “Smile” and took a picture of him and the naked girl on my bed. While he was still trying to figure out what had just happened I left the room.
I went back to the party and started to take pictures. A half-hour went by and I still hadn’t seen Mary so I went back upstairs and started checking bedrooms. There was a different couple in my bedroom and they ignored me when I looked in. The spare bedroom had two couples on the bed and I quickly backed out and left them alone. There was another couple on the bed in Mary’s room and when I opened up the door the girl giggled and said, “Oh good, reinforcements.” I was tempted, oh God was I tempted, but I was after blackmail material and I had temporarily forgotten how bad I wanted to lose my cherry.
It was in mom and dad’s bedroom that I hit pay dirt. There in the middle of the king size bed was Mary – and three guys! I was so surprised that I froze in the doorway and lost valuable seconds. One of the three guys turned and yelled, “Get the fuck out of here” and that woke me up and I started snapping pictures as fast as the camera would go. I got seven before two of the guys got off the bed and came for me. I ran laughing from the room and left the house to go for a walk and to let things settle down. Twenty minutes later I went back to the house and I hid the camera in the garage. I went back inside the house, got a beer and started mingling again.
I was having a good time. I was sipping a beer and a couple of girls had pulled me out onto the impromptu dance floor and I began to entertain the idea that I just might lose my virginity if I played my cards right when out of the corner of my eye I saw Mary. She was standing off to the side and I saw murder on her face. Any other time I would have been terrified, but not now so I ignored her. Ten minutes later I was in a quiet corner necking with one of the girls I had been dancing with and to that point she hadn’t made any objections to my roaming hands. I was seconds from asking her if she wanted to see my room when Mary walked over to us and said to the girl, “You know that my little brother (and she emphasized ‘little’) is only eighteen, don’t you?” From the look on the girl’s face I sensed that she could have cared less, but I could also see that she realized that there was some “family shit” going on and she wasn’t going to get in the middle of it. She excused herself and walked away. I looked up at Mary as she stood there with a self-satisfied smirk on her face and I thought to myself, “Okay bitch, you asked for it!”