I grew up in a large family. My oldest half-brother, Leslie, moved back into the attic apartment in our family home with his two young sons after his divorce. His wife turned into a drug addict, and he divorced her and got custody of the boys, Joshua and Jeremy.
Leslie was a coal miner, doing shift work at a local mine about 20 miles from our home. Because of the constantly changing shifts he worked, one of us kids still living at home would have to watch the boys for him. He paid us to watch them, and they were good boys, so it was not a bad deal, except that it meant we couldn't go out with our friends; we had to stay home and babysit. My oldest sister, Alana, had a job at the mall, so she was rarely available to watch them. Mainly the task fell to my older brother, Tommy Joe (TJ) and me.
One Saturday night, Leslie got a call to go into work. At the time, the mines were just about to go on a lengthy strike, which meant that unemployment was looming and all the miners were trying to get in as much work as possible before the strike began. So when Les got the call to pull a double shift, he immediately bird-dogged TJ and me to watch the boys.
TJ had plans and tried to dodge the bullet for that evening, but since he had tickets to the Steelers' game on Sunday, he knew that he was nailed. I had no particular plans, but I wasn't going to agree to watch them all night Saturday and all day Sunday too. After a lot of grousing, TJ agreed to babysat Sat. night if I took over on Sunday. With that agreement pending, Leslie left for work.
Not much was going on at my house that night. I watched Saturday Night Live in the living room, and was going to head for bed when I decided to go up to the attic and talk to TJ before hitting the sack.
There are two ways to access the attic apartment; one is through a winding set of outside stairs that were installed when it was renovated into an apartment, and the other (little-used) set of pull-down steps in my closet. I went up this way because it was easiest. I was climbing up the last set of stairs when I could hear the tv playing in Les's room.
I decided that I would scare the crap out of TJ for being such a whiny baby about watching the boys, and just because that's the kind of thing kid sisters do to big brothers all the time. Because he had the tv on, TJ couldn't hear my approach, and I giggled silently at how surprised he would be.
The set-up of the attic is one large, multi-purpose room opening up off the stairs, with a small bedroom for the boys off to its left, and a bigger bedroom for my brother at the other end. A miniscule bathroom is cordoned off of the kitchen / living area. There is no way someone in my brother's bedroom could see someone approaching from the closet stairs. I crept closer. I could hear the tv, and heard a lot of strange sounds, like someone was in a lot of pain. I figured TJ had on Chiller Theatre and it was a good one. Maybe I'd stay and watch it, since I'd have company and wouldn't be so scared.
Right outside the doorway I paused. From this vantage point I could clearly see the tv, but TJ's back was to me and he was unaware of my presence.
There were two naked women and a naked man on the screen! They were doing all sorts of things to one another that had caused the "painful" moans and groans I had heard. TJ had his jeans unzipped and was stroking his cock with his hand while he watched the scene on tv.
