My twin sister and I had a pretty good relationship. She was like a female version of me. She actually grew up first and fastest, but I was always the dominant one. She hit puberty first and then helped me grow into mine through occasional sessions of 'doctor' and sex talk. By the time I started growing pubic hair, I was a raging ball of hormones and it was all her doing. She'd undress in front of me and prance around teasing me about how much I wanted to see what she gets to see every day. And though I was physically dominant, she always had the emotional and intellectual edge. By the time we were both old enough to drive (and therefore date), I had a scared puppy aversion to sexual encounters with girls, while she'd had so much practice messing with my head that she considered sexuality a game.
One night, after an apparently successful date with her latest plaything, she came home to find me in the usual spot in front of my computer.
"Another exciting home alone, huh?" she teased.
"Mom's here," was my lame response.
"Ooooh, the drunken slut decided to grace you with her gracelessness, did she?"
"Shut up. You look like you had fun...and you smell like a brewery. Kinda like the pot with the kettle tonight..." I grinned to myslef over my wit.
"When I get laid it's a challenging game of cat and mouse. With her it's like catching the rat who's already died in the trap. You could even fuck her if you wanted to, I bet." She giggled.
"Would you please just shut up? You're making me ill." The thought of my mom fucking was bad enough. Me fucking her made my stomach queasy.
"Well, why not? You don't seem to be making any strides toward joining the exciting world of the living. You may as well take it where you can get it." She continued.
"I'll get plenty when I want it," I said. "Watching you slut it up is enough for me right now. I'll just sit back and learn from your mistakes." I was getting tired and our conversation was losing its entertainment value. Not to mention she knew me better than I wanted her too and her words dug into my self esteem.
"What if I brought you one of my friends?" She teased again.
"Oh, how charitable of you." I said with a sneer.
"No, really. I'd love to bring you a drunken cheerleader to do with as you will. It's just the kind of dirty kinky thing I like. Maybe I could write a dirty story for the internet about it." Her words were slurred less and she had a bright look in her eyes, making me lift my eyes to meet hers. "Seriously," she said. "You in?"
Tired of wanking and feeling like less than a man at 18, I mulled it over and agreed. Though she was a tease, she never lied or tricked me. I may end up with an ugly, buck toothed 13 year old, but fuck this virginity shit.
The next evening she came home and had a bottle of strawberry wine with her. "Here, drink this. She'll only do it if both of you can blame it on drunkenness. She's working on hers right now."
"Where is she?" I asked with a nervousness growing in my stomach.
"At a friend's house. She also doesn't want you to know who she is, so you'll have to do it with the lights out." She had an earnestness about her as well as an edgy urgency as she grabbed a few things from the closet. "Where's mom?" She asked.
"I don't know. I haven't seen her all day. Listen, this is stupid, ok?" I finally chickened out.
"No, come on. I've got her all ready. Besides, she's so drunk she may just pass out and you'll be able to do anything you want to her. So start drinking and go get in bed. I'll send her up when she gets here. And remember, she won't do it if you know who she is, so no words, no lights." She got all of this out in one breath and then went for the door.
I headed for my room with the bottle she had brought me. Feeling the nervousness in my stomach, I started drinking before I could chicken out again. It tasted like crap, but better than most of the 'grown up' stuff I'd had at that point. I finished about half of the bottle when I heard my sister come in the front door. She came down the hallway toward my room and then past it. I thought I heard her open my mother's door to check on her. Then she came back and opened my door. I could see the sillohuette of two petite girls in the doorway, and one was slumped over on the other's shoulder.
I slid over in my bed and pulled back the sheets. My sister dumped her, already naked in the bed next to me. She was completely motionless and smelled of hard liquor.
"Ok," she whispered. "She's out, so have fun. Don't worry about getting her off, just go for yours."
"Are you sure this is cool?" I asked, unsure whether I cared at this point. Half a bottle of strawberry wine was enough to remove most of my inhibitions. "And what about mom?"
"Mom's passed out in bed with some guy. She woudn't care anyway." She really disliked our mother. Jealousy perhaps...I don't know.
"Ok, go before I lose my nerve." I said.