My eyes locked with Kimberly’s, and hers with mine the second she walked into the bar. There was so much I wanted to tell her, but she seemed to be more interested in socializing with other old friends than reuniting with me. I was a little brokenhearted, but I was guessing that she was as nervous as I was. Paul, on the other hand, was laughing his ass off as he said, “For the first time in a long time, the legendary Tommy Rodz was nervously waiting on a woman.”

“Should I go over to her?” I asked, stammering.

“No,” he said bluntly. “She knows you’re here; order yourself another lemonade and patiently wait for her to walk her ass over to our table.”

She still looked incredible. Time was kind to Kimberly Crane, and more than anything I wanted to catch up with her. So I decided to ignore Paul’s advice and started to get up from the booth and go talk to her. Annie, my younger sister, interrupted me with a text before I could say anything foolish. It said, “Paul’s right; don’t go to her. Sit in your seat and wait for Kimberly to come to you.”

“How the fuck did you know that?” I texted back with an angry face emoji.

“Paul’s been messaging me the whole time he’s been sitting with you,” she texted along with several laughing face emojis.

I looked over at Paul, who was laughing his ass off, as I sat back down. I knew you wouldn’t listen to me, but I knew you’d listen to Ms. Gangbang of 1992.”

“Shut up,” I said. “I can’t believe you still talk to her.”

“Look,” he said. “I was her first, so I still hold a special place in her heart.”

“Unbelievable,” I replied. 

“You know what else is unbelievable?” Paul asked as he continued laughing.

“What?” I said, annoyed.

“I was almost husband number two,” he said in a smug tone.

That was true. Shortly after his TV show was cancelled, he and Annie flew up to Vegas to indulge in a drug- and alcohol-filled weekend that culminated with them sitting at a wedding chapel waiting for “Elvis” to marry them. To my immense relief, Paul passed out before the wedding, and due to his condition and apparent state of mind, the marriage never took place. 

I laughed and said, “Almost is the keyword.”

As we continued talking about Annie, my mind drifted back to around March 31st, 1987, six weeks after my mom and grandma died. It was a rough period for all of us. Laurie dropped out of Wayne State University for the semester and temporarily moved back home to take care of Annie and me, at least until I turned eighteen. I had become more withdrawn. At school and work, I was just going through the motions. The only time I still felt alive was when I was fucking, which I did whenever possible. Annie, on the other hand, started to rebel. She was frustrated and started doing things that were out of character, like shoplifting. The day she turned sixteen she lost her virginity to Paul. To this day I remember Laurie and I coming home from Kroger with a cake and hearing loud moans coming from her room. My older sister and I were equal parts disgusted and turned on by what was going on behind closed doors. A few hours later, Paul emerged from her room and attempted to high-five me while remarking, “This is why they call me the virgin surgeon.” When I did not respond to his hand gesture, he left the house without saying another word.

Speaking of the house, it was around this time that we realized we needed to sell it. The house needed a new roof and furnace. We didn’t have the money for that and mortgage payments. Between my mom’s and grandma’s life insurance policies, we received $25,000 and an additional $10,000 from Grandma’s estate. For Annie and me, that seemed like a lot of money, and we were already contemplating ways to spend our shares. Laurie, on the other hand, had better comprehension of the dollar than we did. She calculated that it would cost us up to $13,000 to replace them. Selling the house would provide us with a significant cash inflow, enabling Annie and me to secure an apartment and begin building our savings.

Annie didn’t want to move from the only house she’d ever known. Unlike Laurie and me, she was born in this house. The neighborhood was her universe. Missy, her first real friend, lived across the street. It was where she started her lemonade stand empire and earned ten dollars on the first and only day it was open. In our backyard she tried climbing the tree when she was four and broke her left arm. Inside, she said her first words and took her first steps. It was where the tooth fairy visited her every time she lost a tooth and where she discovered that Mom and Dad were Santa when she excitedly got up early on Christmas Eve and watched them put presents under the tree.

To be honest, I didn’t want to find a new place to live either. If I did, I would lose my last connection to Mom. We had already sold her car and given most of her clothes to Goodwill. Annie did take Mom’s favorite sweatshirt, while Laurie took a few of her books. If you looked in her closet, it appeared as if she never lived there, and that broke my heart. 

While I missed having sex with her, I missed her laughter even more. It was a soft giggle that intensified in volume based on her amusement. Mostly, I missed listening to her talk about music, movies, and books that influenced her, as well as her efforts to keep us excited about those topics. Her favorite band was The Rolling Stones, while Laurie and I loved The Beatles. She wanted to prove that Mick and the boys were better than the Fab Four. To prove her point, she got tickets for the three of us to see The Rolling Stones on the “Tattoo You” tour on December 1st, 1981, at the Pontiac Silverdome.

The seats were terrible. While they weren’t nosebleed, we were still pretty far from the stage. But that didn’t stop us from rocking out to the sweet sounds of Santana, Iggy Pop, and The Rolling Stones. I got excited when they performed “Waiting on a Friend,” which, to this day, is still my favorite Stones song. I know that’s an unpopular opinion, but it’s mine, and I’m sticking to it. I grant you permission to judge me for it. For me, the highlight of the night was Iggy Pop. His performance made me rethink the music I listened to and how it suddenly seemed safe. I suddenly craved more. So my mom took me to the library to check more of his records, along with Lou Reed and The Velvet Underground.

Now that Laurie was back at home, having sex with her became more frequent. After Annie went to bed, we would sneak down to the basement for a quickie, and when our little sister was out, we would make love on Mom’s old bed, which we both found weird. But we both knew that she was happily looking down on us as we enjoyed each other's bodies. Shortly after my relationship with Mom turned sexual, I told her about fucking Laurie at the massage parlor she worked at. She was turned on by what my older sister did for a living and masturbated as I gave her the full details of our dirty desires. She expressed her desire to watch us have sex after she orgasmed.

After telling Laurie about the line Mom and I crossed, she was begging me to bring her over for a threesome. A week later we showed up at Laurie’s for a night of family fun. It felt like they broke my dick on two occasions as they drained all the cum from my body while riding my cock as if it were the last one on earth. The best part was when Laurie used a strap-on to fuck Mom’s ass while I penetrated her vagina. It was definitely a night I would never forget.

I never told Kimberly about my family’s sexual relations. I’m sure she would have thought it was hot, but I promised my mother that it would be our forever secret. While Laurie liked Kimberly, she did not want her or anyone else to join us when we made love. Incest was, and still is, taboo; if word of it got out, Annie would be sent to foster care, and Laurie’s future would be ruined.

At least she had one; mine was put on indefinite pause. I had to wait at least two years to go to university so I could work full time at K-Mart to have enough money for rent and food and make sure Annie was taken care of. To help me out, she was considering getting a hostess job at Ram’s Horn over the summer. I appreciated her gesture, but ultimately, it wouldn't have a significant impact.

My situation in life pissed me off. I hated going to school and hearing everyone talk about their college plans. By deferring my admittance, I knew the longer I waited, the harder it would actually be to go. I was going to slowly become one of the lifer Kmart workers we made fun of. One of them told me that he started working there at sixteen, and now he was the supervisor of toys and household goods. In my mind, I was better than that. I just didn’t have the patience to wait that long.

On Saturday, May 2nd, I got home from work around eight o’clock. Laurie, my 5’7 sister, was curled up on the couch reading. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants that covered her delicious 34D-23-35 body. Her brown, thick hair was messy, and her baby blue eyes were glued to her book. After I said, “Hi,” she looked up at me and smiled as she jokingly said, “Young man, you were supposed to be home two hours ago.”

“It was busy at the Big K,” I said as I plopped down next to her. “They asked me to stay.”

“You could have called,” she said sarcastically. “I was pretty distraught.”

“Sure you were,” I laughed as I tried to slide my right hand down her sweats.

“Not now,” she laughed as she put down her book and removed my hand.

“Why not?” I said as I cried crocodile tears.

“Because we don’t know when Miss Annie is coming home, and we don’t watch her to catch us,” Laurie adamantly stated.

“Boo,” I said before standing up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked as I walked toward my room.

“To put on something more comfortable,” I said, laughing hysterically.

“Make sure you’re wearing clothes when you come back out,” she said as I closed the door to my bedroom.

There was something freeing about shedding work clothes and putting something less restricting on. I could never understand why I had to wear a dress shirt, nice slacks, and a tie to K-Mart. It wasn’t high-end like Hudson’s, Saks, or even JC Penny. It was a fucking discount store, and we had to dress nicer than the customers. So when I threw today’s outfit in the hamper, I felt liberated, at least until I had to return there the next morning.

If tomorrow was going to be anything like today, I’d metaphorically blow my brains out. Today I had to mop up puke in the toy department. A customer yelled at me for making her wait while I searched for an item she wanted in the stockroom. The same woman complained to a manager when I told her it wasn’t in stock. As punishment the manager had me scrape gum off the sidewalk in front of the store. And if that wasn’t enough, I had to stay late because Jim K. got fired during his shift. They would have made me stay until closing, but since I was already past my allotted twenty-four hours for the week, they were forced to send me home.

The only thing that would bring me out of my job-related funk was sex. If Kimberly didn’t have plans, I would’ve gone straight to her house. It didn’t matter who would let me have sex with them, because all I wanted to do was fuck. So after I put on gym shorts and a Bauhaus t-shirt, I called some girls from school. None of them were home. Either one of their parents picked up, or it went straight to an answering machine. Paul and the guys were going to a party in Windsor, Canada, so my only chance of getting lucky was to hopefully convince my older sister to change her mind.

When I eventually walked out of my room and back into the living room, I had finally discovered that God truly existed. Laurie’s sweatpants were pushed down while her fingers played inside her cunt. She gave me a come-hither look as I moved towards her. I kneeled down and moved her sweatpants towards the floor before spreading her legs. I then placed my tongue on her clit and started licking away. Immediately her body started quivering as moans escaped from her mouth. I then stuck three fingers inside of her wet love cave, and in conjunction with the object housed between my lips, I gave her a powerful orgasm.

She smiled as I stood up. It was now her turn to give me what I needed. I then pulled my gym shorts down and stuck my large cock in front of her face. Her smile got even bigger as her right hand reached out toward it. Instead of touching it, she flicked it and started laughing as I stood there with a confused look on my face. After pulling up her sweatpants, she said in a braggadocious tone, “Tommy Mitchell, because you have a horse cock, you don’t always get what you want.”

I looked upset as I stared down at my throbbing penis and said, “What about me?”

“Your hands can take care of your needs,” she said with a smirk as she picked her book back up and resumed reading.

“You’re mean,” I said as I sat back down on the couch, lightly stroking my manhood.

“I can’t believe you’re actually doing that in front of me,” she said with a disdainful look on her face.

“I thought you got turned on watching me play with it,” I asked while continuing to stroke.

“I do,” she said, laughing. “But I also love watching you suffer.”

“That’s so cruel,” I cried as precum leaked out of my penis. “It’s not fair; I helped you cum.”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” she said, laughing.

“Your body language did,” I said as I started stroking faster.

“Body language doesn’t equal consent,” she said, laughing. “Since you’re my little brother, I’ll let it slide, at least this time.

I knew she was joking, but I was still frustrated that she wasn’t giving up the goods. I was ready to blow my load, and I wanted to get even. So I grabbed the book; she was started reading, and I came all over the pages she was reading. I really thought she’d be pissed. Instead, she was laughing hysterically. “What’s so funny?” I asked as I tried to give her the sperm-filled novel.

“It’s your book,” she said, laughing as she refused to take it from me.

I was livid when I saw that it was my first edition hardcover of “The Bachman Books” by Stephen King. My mom bought it for me shortly after Gary Mertes depantsed me in public speaking class. While that event led to the teacher of that class taking my virginity, my mom incorrectly assumed that I was depressed. So she bought me some books to “cheer” me up. Now it was ruined because Laurie borrowed it without my permission, or rather, it was due to me not paying attention to what she was reading. But that didn’t matter; I started screaming at her, and she just sat there laughing as mean words sprang from my mouth.

“You’re silly,” she said as she interrupted my tirade.

“I’m pissed,” I replied.

“It’s hard to take you seriously while you still have a raging hard-on,” she said while laughing. “You know it’s supposed to get soft after you cum.”

“It doesn’t have an off button,” I screamed as Laurie started laughing even harder.

“That might be the funniest thing you've ever said,” she commented as her eyes teared up from laughing so hard. “It’s just as funny as when you came in your book.”

“That’s not funny,” I said in a sour tone.

“It’s a little funny,” she said, smirking.

“Why did you borrow my book without my permission?” I asked.

“I thought we shared everything,” she said as she looked lovingly at my hard cock.

“Almost everything,” I said in a snotty manner.

“I bet you love it when I put my lips on it,” she said playfully.

“I do,” I said, attempting to place her right hand on my man mountain.

Instead, she slapped my dick as she asked, “Lips or hands?”

“Lips,” I excitedly responded.

She then stood up and removed her oversized sweatshirt and slid her sweatpants down to the floor before kicking them away. Laurie then crawled over to my legs on all fours. I then separated my legs to allow her to maneuver herself between them. She tickled my balls with her long, polished red nails as she said, laughing, “I can see your balls turning blue.”

“Not funny,” I said. “Stop teasing me and blow me.”

Laurie then blew onto my dick as if it were the white mature seed head of a dandelion. Instead of making a wish, she was tormenting me. It was throbbing, and I desperately needed her lips to engulf it; otherwise, I was liable to explode. She smiled gleefully as she watched my body twitch in agony.

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