Everyone in this story is over the age of 18 when they are engaged in sexual activity
Chapter 1
Tom watched his younger sister walk into the house from cheerleading practice. Haley was a far cry from the underdeveloped teen he had known when he left for the Marines four years earlier. Tom had noticed her developing during his infrequent trips home, but now she was the full package.
"Wow. I still can't believe I'm here. And look at you... my little sister is all grown up. By the way, where's mom? Shouldn't she be home by now?"
"She's still at work," Haley replied. "She came home early yesterday because you were arriving, but ever since dad left she's become a workaholic."
"That figures. Do you ever see dad?" Tom asked. "I stopped by before I went to Iraq but we hardly ever keep in touch."
"Mom made me go out there for Spring Break. Suzi had just turned 26. I almost threw up when she said we could be just like sisters. Every night I could hear the bed slamming against the wall and Suzi screaming while dad fucked her."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Tom said shaking his head. "Suzi's a piece of work. Did you know that Suzi came on to me while dad was at work?"
"Really?" Haley asked raising her eyebrows. "Did you fuck her?"
"Jesus Haley, she's my stepmom."
"You DID fuck her, didn't you?"
Yes, he thought to himself, he had fucked her in every conceivable way a man could fuck a woman and then listened at night while his dad did the same thing. He left after three days and vowed to never go back.
"Let's change the subject, okay? How are you getting along with mom? Before I got back mom sent me an e-mail that indicated you have been a 'handful' lately. What the heck does that mean?"
"Nothing," Haley answered with a shrug. "She thinks I'm oversexed. So what if I like boys. That just makes me a normal girl. I'll bet I haven't done anything she didn't do when she was my age."
"You mean mom the ice princess? I don't think so. Exactly what is it you did that got mom so worked up?"
"It was no big deal. Mom came home early and caught me with a boy. We were just fooling around a little. As I said, I'm a normal 18 year old girl. Mom is overreacting."
Haley decided not to tell him that their mom had caught her naked in her bedroom with a boy's cock stuffed in her mouth. Her mom had called her a slut.
"Just be careful around mom, sis. You know what she's like."
"Well I for one don't think she's the prude she pretends to be. Some of the comments from her yearbooks are more than a little suggestive. I bet she has some incriminating memorabilia tucked away and I'm going to find it."
Motivated by their conversation Haley went up to the attic to look for evidence of her mother's sexual history. Haley was going to find it and throw it in her face. After rummaging around she discovered a trunk full of their mom's old clothes that had a false floor. Underneath was a lockbox.
"Hey Tom, you have to come up and see this," Haley yelled down. "I think I hit the mother-load – you know, where mom keeps the secrets to her slutty past."
"I don't know sis," Tom replied sticking his head through the opening to the attic. "It's her private things. Just let it be. Besides it'll probably only confirm that it was a miracle she conceived children twice without ever having sex."
"She's always looking at my private stuff and not telling me. She even stole my vibrator. It had to be her. Anyway, I'm betting she fooled around when she was young and I plan to find out."
Despite his objections Tom was a little curious himself. He went up and sat next to Haley on an old spring bed with a thin mattress. Haley easily picked the lock. Inside was a diary. Haley flipped through it quickly. It was written during her mother's high school years. Haley looked up at her brother with big eyes.
"Oh... my... god. Listen to this."
Dear Diary,
I didn't want to go to the party. I don't mix well with jocks and cheerleaders. I went anyway because Jenny insisted. Pete was going to be there and Jenny has this big crush on him. It didn't take her long to get his attention. Jenny can be a real slut when she wants to. Anyway, when they went upstairs to fuck I was left all by myself.
I should have realized the punch was spiked. I was on my third cup when Bill from English class walked over and began talking to me like we were old friends. I mean, I hardly knew the guy other than to say hello. He was part of the football crowd, but as I said, the punch was spiked and I was feeling no pain. He told a few jokes and I giggled like a little girl.
After that everything happened so fast. Bill pinned me against the wall and mashed his mouth over mine. I felt his tongue push between my lips. His hands grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me hard against the bulge in the front of his pants. I guess it was a combination of the spiked punch and the suddenness of his attack, but rather than fight I kissed him back. I didn't just kiss him. I was grinding against his hardness.