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Safe Sex
S.A. Talley (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

Kids will be kids, only when little boys start noticing 
their little sister, it could lead to trouble. (mm-
teens/g, youths, inc, 1st)

***

Author note: I don't use a proofreader or editor so any 
typos or misapplied grammar are my fault and no one 
else's. The email address above is a friend's, since I 
don't have Internet at the moment. She will pass any 
messages on to me. Thanks S.A.T.

***

I have to tell this story, even though I know I should 
keep my mouth shut. I guess it's one of those 
therapeutic things, if I tell it - maybe I can put it 
behind me once and for all.

It all started during the summer of 1988 when our 
parents went away for a long weekend to Reno Nevada. 
Barry was 15 then and they thought he was old enough to 
take care of our younger sister and me. I was 13 then 
and Jamey was 8.

Our folks were great, always watching over us, making 
sure that we knew how things were supposed to be, in 
short, they were very conscientious parents. But that 
weekend they definitely had a lapse in judgment. (Of 
course I say that with the advantage of looking back 
through hindsight.)

At any rate our folks left for the 4-hour drive to Reno 
leaving Barry in charge. Within an hour of their 
leaving he and I had already hit the liquor cabinet and 
were making ourselves screwdrivers. When I say liquor 
cabinet, I don't really mean it was a cabinet. Our 
folks had several bottles of booze tucked away in the 
kitchen for those rare occasions when old college 
friends would stop by on their way to some business 
meeting, or cross-country vacation.

Barry and I were sitting around the family room talking 
about stupid stuff when Jamey came is and started 
saying that she would tell on us for drinking alcohol. 
Barry wasn't going to put up with that for an instant 
and grabbed her by the hair saying, "You little twerp, 
if you rat on us I'll smash your doll house and then 
I'll tell everyone in your class that you still play 
with them."

That shut her up, and we went back to our conversation, 
and another round of screwdrivers. 

About five o'clock that evening we were getting pretty 
pissed. I couldn't believe it when Barry said, "I wish 
Stephanie would put out for me, I'm so horny I'd fuck a 
cow right about now!" (Stephanie was Barry's 
girlfriend, and to hear him talk, I thought they had 
been doing it all along. I guess it's true what they 
say about alcohol loosening lips.)

That started us on the topic of girls and sex.

Back then I had just turned 13 several months before. 
And I was just as horny as Barry, maybe more because I 
didn't have a girlfriend. Back then girls scared me to 
death, I always thought that they were something from 
outer space. I mean they didn't think like boys, and I 
could never figure out what to say or how to act around 
them.

Then Barry really shocked me. He suggested that we call 
an escort service. I knew what he was getting at, but 
couldn't believe that he was serious. But he kept 
bringing it up over and over again. Finally I started 
to warm to the idea, after all I could really use a 
good fuck. (Since I'd never had one before.)

We kept talking about it, and I kept getting more and 
more excited about the prospect. Finally after we 
worked up our courage, Barry actually did call. To my 
huge disappointment they immediately blew him off. I 
guess they could tell by his voice that he was a minor 
or something.

After all that talk, I was really dejected. There I was 
sitting in the family room, in my mom's recliner with 
this painful hard-on and no place to put it. Barry 
didn't look too happy either.

He started to bitch about how Stephanie wouldn't let 
him do it with her because she didn't want to get 
pregnant, and finally I said, "At least you can get 
some stuff from her, so quit the bitching will yeah!" I 
was mad because I was so frustrated.

Barry said, "I wish females could control when they 
wanted to get pregnant, then things would be so much 
easier for us guys.

That's when Jamey came back into the house. It was 
around 8 o'clock by then and that was her curfew, and 
since she always minded our parents it never occurred 
to her to disobey them when they weren't there. We 
watched our little sister come through from the kitchen 
to stand in the passage way between the two rooms.

"Hey, isn't it dinner time yet?" she asked, "Mom said 
you were supposed to do the cooking Jacky, what's for 
dinner?"

I looked at my little sister and without the least 
sense of a guilt I said, "Here Jamey have a screwdriver 
before we eat."

She wasn't all that sure that she should drink alcohol, 
but Barry teased her into it. We were taking our 
frustration out on our little sister for no other 
reason than to get her drunk. It quickly turned into a 
game for us. Barry made her drink very weak at first 
and then added more alcohol to the second one.

By the time I had boiled the hotdogs and broken open 
the family size bag of potato chips Jamey was swigging 
her drink like a sailor. We had completely forgotten 
about our earlier frustration, we were having so much 
fun getting our little sister drunk.

About 9 o'clock that evening after dinner was eaten and 
we were at the alcohol again laying around the family 
room floor, when Barry did a really strange thing. At 
least I thought it was strange at first. The 3 of us 
were playing a board game called Risk, and suddenly 
right in the middle of a move, Barry rolled over on top 
of Jamey and held her down on her back by the wrists.

She struggled for a moment then lay under him panting a 
little from the effort she'd just expended. While Barry 
was straddling her, and holding her down, he looked 
over at me and said, "You know what we were talking 
about earlier?"

"What?" I asked, a little confused.

"You know, the escort service."

"Yeah?" I still didn't know what he meant.

"Well, they wouldn't take us seriously, right? And uh, 
Stephanie won't put out 'cause she's afraid of getting 
pregnant. You follow me?" Barry looked down at Jamey 
who was laying under him not really listening to us.

For the first time I noticed that our sister was really 
soused. She had that unfocussed look in her eyes, and 
normally having her freedom restricted by an older 
brother would have made her madder than hell. But at 
the moment she was just laying there waiting for Barry 
to get off her.

Then Barry said it, "You know -- Jamey is too young to 
get pregnant."

I looked at my brother -- My heart was instantly in my 
throat, could he really mean what I thought he meant? I 
had never thought of Jamey, sexually before. But as I 
looked at her small body being held down by her big 
brother, I noticed for the first time that she looked 
good. I mean she had a really nice body.

I guess I'd always known that she was an attractive 
girl, and if I wanted to be real honest with myself I 
would have to admit that I had snuck a peek from time 
to time. But to have sex with her, was... well, it 
was... unthinkable.

Barry must have been pretty drunk because he lowered 
his face to Jamey's and started kissing her on the 
mouth. She fought him at first, but after a bit she 
seemed to not mind it so much, and started kissing him 
back.

I sat there watching my brother and sister kissing each 
other like you see them doing in the movies. I'd never 
seen anyone kissing like that close-up in real life. I 
shifted in my place to try and make more room in my 
pants; my dick was so hard I was having a problem 
sitting still.

Barry started squirming around on top of Jamey, pushing 
the palm of his hand against her flat chest, right 
where her right nipple was sure to be. And still she 
didn't protest she just seemed to kiss him back harder.

After a few minutes of this Jamey finally started to 
struggle under her brother. "Barry, let me up! I need 
to pee, Barry... let me go now!"

Barry stopped kissing her and reluctantly let her up. 
She smiled at us and scampered off of the bathroom.

Barry sat there breathing hard watching her go. I felt 
I should say something. "Barry, what the fuck do you 
think you're doing any way?" I asked.

He looked at me and smiled. "It's perfect man, the 
ultimate safe sex. She's not old enough to get 
pregnant, and she hasn't been messing around so she 
doesn't have any of those diseases that they keep 
talking about on TV. I mean this is perfect." 

I stared at my older brother for a full minute, and he 
stared back at me. Finally he said, "Fuck you, goody-
two-shoes. If you wanna be a prig about it then stay 
here, I'm gonna go visit our pretty little sister."

Barry pushed himself up off the floor and went into the 
hall leading to the bedrooms. I still couldn't believe 
this was happening, but at the same time I was excited 
about it. Would Jamey really let a boy screw her? Would 
she let Barry?

Barry was much more experienced than me, or at least I 
thought that he was. At the age of 13, I was curious 
about anything that had to do with sex, and there was 
no way that I wasn't going to at least watch this. I 
figured that at the very least I would get some 
entertainment when Jamey kicked him in the nuts.

But that's not what happened. Jamey came out of the 
bathroom and headed to her room. I watched as she 
entered her room and threw herself onto her bed in a 
drunken state. She didn't seem to be able to hold her 
liquor very well, because both Barry and I had had 
quite a bit more than her, but she looked drunker than 
either of us.

Barry had been across the hall waiting for her to come 
out of the bathroom. I watched fascinated, as he walked 
over to her door and looked in at her prostrate body. 
He leaned down and began to undress her; I was amazed 
that Jamey didn't fight him. She must have really been 
out of it because I know her well enough that normally 
if anyone would try that with her, they'd regret it 
instantly.

But she just raised her arms as Barry pulled her T-
shirt off, and raised her butt off the bed when he 
tugged her shorts off. My dick was super hard again as 
I watched my brother take his cloths off and stand 
beside our sister's bed.

I hadn't seen Barry naked since we were small, and I'd 
never seen another guy's dick hard before. It was 
really weird, there was my brother and sister stark 
naked, and what made it even weirder was that I knew 
that they were going to fuck each other. Well, at least 
Barry was going to fuck Jamey, I'm still not sure that 
she knew what was happening that first time.

I couldn't take it! Barry climbed on top of Jamey and 
lay down on her. He fumbled between their crotches for 
a moment and I could tell from the sigh he gave that he 
had forced his way in to her. Jamey just groaned and 
raised her knees up a little so that Barry sank between 
them a bit more.

As Barry started screwing our little sister I came in 
my pants. I can still remember the intensity of the 
whole thing. It was like we were in an alien world. Our 
parents no longer existed, our friends were forgotten, 
nothing existed now except the sexual act going on in 
Jamey's small bedroom. That was the only thing 
happening in the universe at that moment. That is until 
I started filling my shorts with hot sticky come. 

That's something I'll never forget either. It had never 
happened to me before, or since for that matter. But 
watching Barry screwing our pretty willing little 
sister was something that just blew my mind, as well as 
my teenage nervous system. Seeing his naked butt rising 
and lowering between Jamey's cute little raised knees 
was just too much.

Even though I had messed myself, I continued to stand 
at the door and watch them. After a moment or two, 
Jamey reached up and wrapped her hands around behind 
Barry's neck and she began to thrust back at him. It 
didn't take long after that for Barry to get his rocks 
off.

It was quite simple really, no fireworks or fog-
horns... he just shivered and held his crotch hard 
against hers and emptied himself into her for a long 
time.

 **

That was the first time that we used our little sister 
for *safe sex* and before the weekend was over I was no 
longer a virgin either. I think that first weekend 
Barry and I got our rocks off in our little sister at 
least 5 times apiece. 

Jamey was really too young to enjoy sex to its fullest, 
but she didn't mind it either. I think she realized 
that she was in a position of power over us. We needed 
something she had, and after that weekend, nothing was 
too good for our sister. Anything she wanted we would 
do.

Our little safe sex scheme went on for almost a year 
and a half. I guess in the end Barry's girlfriend 
started to put out for him, and around that time Jamey 
had her first period, so she was no longer safe to use.

I tell this story as a cautionary tale. Don't leave 
your children home alone, you never can tell what 
trouble they'll get into.

END

Authors note: This story is a figment of my 
imagination. And no I have never done anything wrong to 
anyone in my life. I just have a very kinky imagination 
and tend to write these scenarios out. If you liked 
this story you can find another kinky one - by visiting 
The Kristen Archives or using this link:
 http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/sarah/

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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