Please remember it's a story, it's all made up, if you think it's in the wrong area here, sorry.
If anal totally puts you off, move on. I don't think of this as a BTB or a reconciliation at all costs story, but I'm sure people will.
A Lucky Man.
I always thought that I was not a lucky man, but looking back on the way my life has gone I have had to re-evaluate that way of thinking.
Let me tell you about my life, of course there will be things that I leave out, you know all the boring bits and some things that I can't tell you, if I do I'll have to kill you as the old saying goes.
So, I'm Johnathan, Jono to nearly everyone but my sister Mary, no I was called Jono before I had even known about Australia, it was because we had 6, yes 6 Johns in my class year as I started school, the teachers must have got their heads together and we all ended up with a version, mine was Jono.
We were raised in a loving family, Mum was a stay at home mother, and we couldn't ask for anyone better it seemed, Dad was a builder, he was strict but fair, but we didn't get away with much even if we tried every so often, it was in the "Good Old Days" when it was quite acceptable to smack your child when they had been bad, now I'm not talking about causing harm, I'm talking about a slap on the back of the leg, or a smacked bottom when you had done something bad, it wasn't cruel in our home or anyone's that I was aware of, but I can see now that there are some people in this world that are evil, and I've meet a lot of them after growing up, that those few delighted in hurting others, normally those that were too young or weak to defend themselves.
But I digress. Mary was 2 years younger than me, we grew up as friends and enemies depending on what we were doing or what the other had at the time. Typical siblings we would and did fight, but we would fight to the death for the other. Anyway as I said, life was great, until we were brought home from school one day, that had never happened before.
We were greeted by lots of the street inside our house, Dad was still in his work clothes looking like I'd never seen him before, white, no colour in his face and when he saw us, I saw the first grown man cry in my life, he wept and wept, hugging us both.
Mum had been in an accident, and she wasn't going to be coming home again, we were only told this much later in the day, nobody would tell us anything, they were trying to be kind I think, but it didn't help us then and there.
We didn't have much in the way of other family members, they showed up for the cremation and stayed for an hour or so after, we heard raised voices but were distracted by other friends of Mum and Dad. I was 11, Mary 9, everything changed as you would expect, we were a family of 3 now, but it soon became clear to Mary and me that it was just her and me with a Dad who was having trouble coping, all the neighbourhood came to help for a while.
Mum was much better liked than we had known, but Dad started drinking, it was just one glass after we went to bed, then just the little one with our evening meal, if he'd remembered to get something in. Then it was all the time.
Mary was a woman much too soon, and I just followed along behind.
How she knew, how she made meals and did shopping cleaned, washed clothes bedding and still went to school and nobody seemed to notice I'll never understand.
We had to resort to stealing money from Dad's pockets, he existed somehow, and Mary and I became very close, we had secrets that even at our young ages we knew that it wouldn't be good for us if many others got involved. It was Mary that held the 3 of us together, it was her that made all the decisions.
In the next year, we found a rhythm that allowed us to appear a normal family from the outside. Dad's drinking had seen off most people, and I had a few friends that I still played with.
Then we started to get women appearing at breakfast time, some I thought were very pretty, and some were nowhere near, Mary wouldn't let any of them do much, but we did get a couple of them to go shopping for us, none of them lasted longer than a month.
It was always Mary that came to me in the night if I had nightmares, she would tell them that they were not our Mum, mind you one of them brought a paddling pool for the back garden, it gave us 1 or 2 years of fun and our place once again became a place lots of the local kids came to play and they always brought the snacks, so the mums were still looking out for us. It was that pool that sort of made me aware of sex, it was Ian a new boy in the area that made the comment.
"Fuck look at the tits on her."
Her was Mary, and I had never noticed that she had grown, we had been too close to each other, but when he pointed it out, she must have been 14, I was 16 coming on 17 and saw red, I swung a fist his way and he beat the hell out of me, we became best friends later.
Mary patched me up, yet again.
She'd taken me to the Doctor, Dentist and even the hospital to get me looked at over the years, when Dad wasn't around.
I became a lot more attentive to what and who was paying attention to Mary and became her bodyguard, not that she asked or thought she needed it.
That paddling pool was the light bulb moment that made me look at women in a different light, I spent the rest of my 16th and 17th up to my 18th birthday looking thinking and dreaming.
Mary somehow knew, from that day on we were never as close, she started to shut her door, and she would knock before entering mine, it wasn't that I had any thought of doing anything sexual with her, but she was a female and it had been brought to my attention, SHE HAD TITS, and now I couldn't not see them.
Oh, I had had a girlfriend or 2 but nothing more than a kiss or so, it just hadn't dawned on me to try, but when I went to college at 18, things changed, I got sponsored to go by the Army, they saw something in me, and unlike most other things in my life they were willing to pay me to help myself.
I never thought I was different from my mates, but some of the girls just started to, for lack of a better word, 'flirt'.
I kept fit, I had joined the cadets at school and did all sorts of things physical, I played sports, not in a let's join a team way but I had bulked up lately, and when we went swimming it seemed to be me that I had the best girls around me most of the time, it was Wendy that took me aside from the others and taught me how to kiss. Then several of her friends were taking me off to check how I was doing if you believe that......
One evening I was at a BBQ not far from home, and someone had some beer, now because of Dad I had never had one, but this evening I was talked into trying one, not sure if it hasn't been reinforced with something stronger, but I was feeling in high sprits when Wendy took me into the garden shed, it must have been like the lamb to the slaughter.
I learn very quickly, did I tell you that?
I kissed lips that I never knew existed, Wendy started to suck my fingers as I kissed her lips, and then we swapped places, and I thought her sucking my fingers felt good, she showed me how wrong that was.
If I lasted 30 seconds I'd be surprised, Wendy swallowed, I was in heaven, and then it was Helen sucking me and then I was being fed something dripping wet, it tasted? It tasted unlike anything up to now, but I liked it, well defiantly not the hairs that got in the way, but I kept on drinking and licking, doing what I was being told was good and stopping when told 'not like that'.
