Divorce. It's an ugly word isn't it? I never thought that ugly word would ever enter my life. But it did. I was just 15 years old and enjoying my second year in high school when my parents announced that they were splitting up. For an only child the news all the more devastating.
I angrily blamed my dad and refused any attempts at reconciliation on his part. "It had to be his fault!" I reasoned. Years later I found out otherwise but I wasn't really thinking clearly back then.
When Mom told me she was going to marry her boyfriend Len, I was shocked. I guess I thought she would find some way to overcome her differences with Dad and they would be back together and the three of us would be a family again.
No such luck. She sat me down and did her best to explain the situation. "Suzie I hope you'll, in time, come to accept Len as your stepfather. He'll never replace Dad but we both need him and he's a good man. Besides, you'll be gaining the big brother you've always wanted!"
Oh please! Yes, I used to wish I had a big brother, but not like this! I made up my young and inexperienced mind that I was never going to accept Len or Matt...my new "Big Brother." "He can go to hell!" I decided.
That was many years ago now. And I don't know if "Time heals all wounds" or if I just grew up enough to accept Len. As for Matt, well, I don't know how, or if I would have survived those turbulent years without him. He was the big brother I'd always wanted and a lot more. A shoulder to cry on. A counselor. At times, a tutor. Most of all...a friend. I came to understand that my parents had divorced, but his mother had died suddenly and the burden he carried was a lot greater than mine. Always would be too.
Matt and I used to look forward to Monday nights when our parents went bowling. We'd take over the big console stereo in the living room and rock out! Matt played guitar and he loved to play along with the popular songs of the day. "Feel a whole lot better." "Like a Rolling Stone," and my favorite, "My Generation!" Matt would whirl his arm around like Pete Townsend and crash the chords out of his guitar. Sometimes Mrs. Bauman next door complained...but she was pretty cool about it.
One morning I'd come home from my morning class at a local junior college and heard strange noises coming from Matt's bedroom. I crept up to the door and peeked in carefully. To my astonishment, there was my big brother fucking Becky Berman, the big titted slut who'd recently moved into our neighborhood. Matt was on top and was repeatedly driving his sizable cock into Becky's willing snatch...and what a hairy snatch it was! My god! You couldn't see her pussy lips or anything! Just a tangled mass of jet black hair. Matt didn't seem to mind thought as he jabbed his butt forward again and again, burying his pole in her eager cunt.
"Come on Matt!" she encouraged him. "Keep fucking my pussy!" My big brother apparently had no intention of stopping and he merely grunted in response as he feverishly sought his orgasm.
"Oh C'mon now baby!" she cooed, "Come in my hot pussyhole! Give me your jism!" But my brother knew better than to come in the pussy of a slut like Becky. Who needs to be "In Trouble" with someone who'd already fucked every guy in the neighborhood...and she'd only lived here, like, two weeks!
So my sandy haired sibling pulled his jerking and twitching penis free at the last moment and, with an ecstatic moan of delight, emptied his balls with thick streams of fresh white sperm that splattered onto Becky's heaving tits.
I was in a state of shock as I quickly made my way back down the carpeted hallway to my bedroom. I didn't think Matt was a virgin or anything but still it was just beyond my experience to view a live sex act like that. Especially one involving someone I'd grown so close to and frankly, admired greatly.
When I got undressed for bed that night I'd calmed down some. There was one thing still haunting me though: Becky's body. It was so...so feminine with her big boobs and remarkably hairy vagina. Why, my boobs were nowhere near as big as hers! They were more like small ripe peaches where Becky's were like huge grapefruits! my pussy hair is very fine and actually lighter in color than the auburn hair on my head. Looking at myself in the mirror, my vaginal furrow was very prominently displayed. The sparse pubic hair did very little to hide anything. All through high school I'd worried and wondered: Would any man ever want me sexually with such small titties and almost hairless pussy?
I realize now how foolish I was to be so concerned with my physical appearance. But at that tender age I had a lot to learn.
There was really only one person I felt I could talk to about this. My big brother Matt. I came right home after school the next day and loudly slammed the door in case Matt had a girl in his room again. He didn't. I went in and, with some awkwardness, began to explain my fears to him.
"I just don't think men will find me attractive with such small boobs and, well, so little hair 'Down There'!" I told him, gesturing to my crotch.
Matt looked me over briefly and shrugged his shoulders. "Well Sue," he began, "How much hair do you have?"
I guess I should have seen that question coming but at the time I really wanted a man's opinion so I lifted my skirt and, taking a deep breath for courage, I pulled my little white panties down and exposed my curly red pubes to my brother. He took a long leisurely look and them commented "Well, it looks good to me but they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder."
"What does that mean?" I asked innocently, still holding up my skirt.
"I mean if you want more hair down there you should shave off what you have now!"
I wondered how he arrived at that conclusion when he reminded me of a commercial running on TV at the time for a permanent hair remover that advised against shaving, claiming that your hair would "Grow back faster, feel courser, and look darker!" That did make sense to me since I knew a girl at school who'd tried shaving her upper lip and ended up with a mustache!
"Here." Matt offered, "We can do a test to see if it really works!" I didn't know what he meant until he got his Dad's Polaroid SX70 camera. "See, we can take a picture before we shave your pussy and then, when the hair grows back, we'll be able to tell if it's darker and thicker than before."
I wasn't too sure how all this "We" stuff got started but, after all, Matt shaved every day and maybe I needed someone with plenty of experience to shave such a sensitive place. And I certainly trusted my big brother.
"Will Dad notice if we shoot pictures with his camera?" I asked.
"Nah! He hasn't touched this thing in months. The novelty wore off last year some time." He replied. "Go ahead and take off your clothes and lay down over there...on the bed... where the sun comes in the window."
Obviously I didn't have to do this. And I seriously considered just leaving Matt's room and forgetting the whole thing. But...but instead I unzipped my skirt and let it slide to the floor. I then removed my panties.
