Blondie Beds Her Needy Brother Pt.1
Caring Cajun cutie services sibling's special needs
My thirty-something hotwife, Blondie, and I had invited a young man over to our home one Saturday for an afternoon and evening of casual sexual fun that proved to be much more of an erotic adventure than we ever could have anticipated. Not only did Blondie also have sex with that fellow...but she bedded his virginal, eighteen-year-old, high school-senior nephew as well...during an eventful day which triggered subsequent actions that led to my eventual discovery of her extensive incestual escapades beginning at that same age. Those events are recounted in the two-part
Blondie Bags a Black Cherry
.
Likely the proximate cause of her life-long promiscuity as an adult, those incestual adventures were assuredly a factor in her later, eager acceptance of the hotwife, cuckolding lifestyle when I'd suggested it a few years into our marriage. She had taken to her hotwife role enthusiastically, sexually entertaining dozens upon dozens of men, as well as the two of us, in countless liaisons. I look back now and wonder if we don't owe all that pleasure and excitement to her brother for his role in making her the highly sexual creature she came to be.
What led to my eventual discovery was the fact that Jeff, the young man who'd shown up for the afternoon tryst with Blondie, had a condition called
strabismus
, commonly referred to as
lazy
or
wandering
eye by the general public although that is medically incorrect. I would have thought that his overall physical appearance, which I would characterize as a bit lounge-lizard seedy, was apparently more of a turnoff for my gorgeous blonde wife than his ocular abnormality...except that I knew my naughty bayou babe had a pronounced weakness for bad boys.
Whatever her reasons, she had initially balked at having sex with him until I took her aside and reminded her of another young man...a transient Wyoming cowboy she'd once picked up in a downtown Mobile bar. He had also been a bit honkytonk sleazy and...quite coincidentally...had the same sort of eye condition and she had been
extremely
responsive to him.
That pointed but accurate reminder had overcome Blondie's objection and she had responded sexually with Jeff just as she'd done with the cowboy...although she'd tried to conceal it from me initially...requesting that I let her fuck him in private their first time. When I'd cracked the bedroom door and looked in on them, her behavior was identical to what I'd witnessed with the cowboy...my little Cajun slut fully consumed with feverish desire and unbridled passion...avidly fucking this fellow. And just as she had with the cowboy, she continued doing so, along with his young nephew, much of the night and again the following morning.
I asked myself, "Is it
this
, her out-of-control lust, that she doesn't want me to see? And if so,
why not?
Why would she
not
want me to see it, knowing that the more passionately she responds to other
men the more entertaining it is for me? What the hell was going
on?
"
Closing the bedroom door, I had returned to my temporary banishment in the living area where I fired up a joint and sat there halfway listening to the music, in deep thought, contemplating what I'd just seen and wondering just what it was about physical impairment that could inspire such a passionate response from my comely Southern belle.
It was then that a suspicion began nagging at me: Blondie had a physically handicapped brother a couple of years older than her whose problems were due to a nearly deadly bout of childhood meningitis, leaving him with some reduced physical movement and some speech impairment... affecting both his mobility and his ability to easily communicate. His family and a few male, school and/or neighborhood friends who'd grown up in routine contact with him had minimal difficulty understanding him, but for most people...unwilling to make the extra effort...it was problematic. As a result, he'd been woefully ineffective in his interactions with girls, as a student and young man, remaining single until finally marrying a similarly disabled woman when almost thirty.
I wondered if there could be some connection
there
to explain my wife's strangely heightened, erotic attraction to two young men with ocular deformities. Generally there was nothing wrong with her brother's eyes, but it did occur to me that on a few occasions when I had seen him really angry or extremely excited...such as during bitter family arguments or while watching LSU and Saints' football games...that his eyes could, now and then, go out of sync and fail to track in parallel, quite similarly to this guy Jeff and the Wyoming cowboy. Could
sexual
excitement also incite such optical misalignment? My budding suspicions began to grow.
Blondie had finally admitted to me a few months after her weekend tryst with Jeff...on a night when she was stoned and deep into sentimental reminiscences...that her sexually frustrated brother had indeed taken advantage of her during her senior year at Baton Rouge High...but the way she made it sound, she wasn't exactly an innocent. She'd refused to provide many details other than that it had gone well beyond mere voyeurism or copping feels...the more usual sibling sexual transgressions.
She hinted that at some point they'd ultimately engaged in intercourse and that it had been made emotionally complicated for her because of her sympathy for his unfulfilled sexual needs. She initially made it sound like it was recurring...taking place over a lengthy period...but then at another time, flatly denied that, claiming it was just a few infrequent occurrences. No matter what the truth, she was obviously guilt-ridden and conflicted about what they'd done.
However, not long after her partial admission I made a startling discovery while we were at her parents' home in Baton Rouge over Thanksgiving. Her clever but unmotivated brother had recently lost his job and separated from his constantly miserable and complaining wife, then moved back in with his parents. While we were there, he'd asked me to check out his bedroom computer for a recurring problem he had been unable to resolve. I did so while he was napping in front of the TV, watching football, following a huge holiday dinner.
I confess to snooping around in his
computer
and rather easily finding his porn stash, which included dozens of links to sibling incest videos, with each that I clicked into featuring teenage
blonde
females; there were also some encrypted Word files. Bert used the same password for everything, so I was swiftly into them, quickly finding a lengthy document chronicling sexual events much differently from my wife's wistful version. What I had before me was Bert's very well-reconstructed account of at least part of their incestual activities, an account employing a sizable amount of recreated dialogue, and unlike Blondie's melancholic version, this was lively stuff, reading more like a porn novel...most assuredly not your usual sibling sex games.
Apparently, Bert, or within the extended family, Bertie...short for Bertrand...had taken some creative writing courses both in high school and during a semester away at a special-needs college in New England. Sometime after dropping out and returning home, he had decided to apply them to writing his version of his incestuous adventures with his sexy sister beginning the summer she turned eighteen, after his nerdy little sibling had begun blossoming into an enticing little sex kitten.
As for those passages where Bert wrote as the omniscient author, seemingly recounting his sister's thoughts, emotions and sexual feelings, he explained in his introduction that after he and his sibling had become somewhat comfortable in their illicit relationship, they'd had numerous frank discussions about it...exploring their motives and attempting to justify to themselves their unquenchable sibling lust. He had recorded many details of those conversations in a makeshift diary that became the basis for his journal, thus he felt qualified to sufficiently relate his sister's words and viewpoint. To enhance the cultural verisimilitude of their dialogue, he also included many of the French terms with which their real-life conversations are peppered.
According to Bert, he had first hit on Blondie the very first weekend after she'd turned eighteen, at the end of her junior year. A few of her friend's had thrown a party for her and after downing a few beers there, she'd gone parking with her new boyfriend, who...plying her with a half pint of cheap whiskey in the course of some heavy necking...had managed to get under her bra before pushing up her skirt and getting a finger in her for the very first time in their nascent romance. She had surprised herself by assisting him...eagerly hiking her own skirt up past her hips...then spreading her legs for his digital explorations the better part of an hour before going home feeling semi-drunk and still far too aroused to even consider sleep.
As I had learned in my subsequent years with Blondie, excess alcohol makes her noticeably more self-confident while simultaneously lowering her sexual inhibitions. Bert was aware that alcohol could alter his sister's behavior and that night used that information in opening his campaign of sibling seduction.
Their pipeline engineer father bought Crown Royal by the case and when his parents hosted parties, Bert always spirited a partial bottle or two from the kitchen to refill a pair of silver flasks he kept hidden on the top shelf of his closet. Blondie had acquired a taste for her parents' expensive whisky by sharing the occasional late-night, post-date nightcap with her still-awake brother, so when she came in from her date that Friday evening, Bert quietly filled a small ice bucket and took it to his room after first checking to ensure
maman
was asleep—papa was of no concern as he was overseas on a new pipeline project.
