I was always catching my little brother Joe masturbating. As I was his older sister, l thought it was pretty natural to be seeing my sibling bashing his bishop. Still, the frequency and manner in which he was caught concerned me.
I would have thought that any boy caught cock handed would show some signs of embarrassment, but not Joe. He just carried on with a big grin on his face and sometimes said, "Hi Jane!" As he continued to wank.
It was always left to me to turn away in embarrassment and yell, "for god's sake, lock your door!" As I hurried onto the landing in a fit of giggles. I wasn't a prude, and part of me wanted to stay and see him sow his seed. As his older sister, that just wasn't done, plus I didn't want to encourage him as he was already masturbating excessively. Why his bedsheets were so crusty, I was sure I could stand them on end.
He didn't care, and I knew what porn he was watching as he never deleted his history. I sneaked a glance one day to see what was getting him so horny. I read the list on the screen; blondes, big boobs, anal sex, squirting, trans-sexuals, foot sex, spañking, cock and ball torture and gay sex. I closed the laptop lid and signed, no, nothing suspicious there.
I was puzzled as Joe was a good-looking boy who shouldn't have trouble getting a girlfriend, but he didn't appear interested. I wondered if my parents mortally wounded marriage had somehow scared him psychologically but instantly dismissed such reasoning. Our parent's relationship was undoubtedly odd, and I wondered why they stayed together despite their contempt for each other.
I was so busy contemplating Joes ambivalence towards the opposite sex I had quite neglected to analyse my reasoning for my own sexuality.
It had always been girls for me as I found my brief affairs with boys a none event. When our new neighbour moved in with a voluptuous daughter all my sexual alarms went off.
The moment I set eyes on her, I gasped in admiration. She had long tanned legs, a cute ass and long healthy dark hair down to the small of her back. She dressed like an anime doll, a short plaid skirt, tight jumper and heels. She flashed a smile my way as I watched her help her parents unload their car. My legs buckled as I gasped in admiration.
Mother and Father put up a pretence of playing happy families to save Joe and me any embarrassment. They slept in separate bedrooms and had come to a strange agreement. Occasionally Mother would invite someone to stay overnight, and her cries of sexual pleasure would be broadcast, if somewhat theatrically, all over the house.
My father never seemed to mind. He was more than happy with not a smidgen of humiliation or disgust towards our promiscuous mother.
My father was a technological genius and immersed himself entirely in his work. His only concession to the opposite sex was the sound of an electronic sexy girls voice coming from a transistor-like speaker. It was mysterious as it was the same girl with a French voice always in the throes of ecstasy. Whatever it was, it worked, and as my parents were going away for a few weeks, I would have the chance maybe to throw some light on this little mystery. I also planned to throw a little party for my girlfriends and invite my sexy neighbour.
The day they departed, I was straight up to my father's bedroom door, which was inevitably locked. I reached up and found his key hidden overhead on the frame of the door jamb. For a technological genius, he didn't have much imagination when it came to hiding keys. That may have something to do with the patronising contempt the Inteligencia held us, red-blooded happy-go-lucky humans. Such was his contempt for us; he was surprised that we knew who Steven Hawkins was. Of course we knew, he was practically a regular on the 'Simpsons', and he wasn't even that funny.
I pushed into his immaculately kept bedroom, stealthily roaming from draw to draw in the hope of finding something compromising. I had seen nothing, leaving me with one sizeable upright wardrobe to search. I pulled the door back and jumped back in alarm as two piercing blue eyes stared out of the darkness of the wardrobe. I froze on the spot, shaking with fear as I involuntarily released a stream of urine down my leg. Our eyes locked, and then I burst out laughing as I realised the eyes were inanimate and in the face of a lifesize doll.
I let out a laugh of nervous relief, clutching my chest as I moved forward to inspect Dads doll. Its face was amazingly lifelike with realistic hair and skin. My Dad's hanging clothes hid its body, which I pulled back to see the doll in all its naked glory. I grabbed hold of it to pull it free and put a hand under each armpit. It was heavier than expected, and I had to pull with all my might. This was not a toy doll but a full silicone skinned human replica.
I pulled it upright, and suddenly the whole thing overbalanced and fell upon me. It caught me wrong-footed as its total weight lurched upon me. I fought for all I was worth, slipping on my just-released urine. Gravity was always going to be the winner. I stumbled backwards and tripped myself up, falling back with the silicone doll falling upon me. I screamed in agony as my head hit the floor, followed quickly by the doll thudding into boobs with its head butting and bloodying my nose.
I yelled out in agony and tried to push the doll off, but it had me pinned down in my daze. I wearily tried to move from underneath the weight while hearing approaching footsteps.
The door opened, and I looked up to see the incredulous face of my brother Joe.
He burst out laughing, "Always did have you down as a Lesbian."
"Just shut up and get me out from under this bloody thing!"
"Looks like she's got a crush on you."
"Enough! Get me up."
"Why not? You've certainly got me up. I love a bit of girl on girl action!" He joked.
"Please", I croaked, and he quickly helped roll the doll off me.
"There's no pleasing some people. I'd kill to be under a girl like this."
"You're welcome to her," As I put my fingers to my bloodied nose.
"What is this?" Said Joe, slowly examining the doll, "It's very realistic. Its piss smells really authentic. I didn't think you could get one into water sports?"
"Haven't you got some wanking to do?" I rasped angrily in embarrassment.
"Sorry, but you must admit this is way out there."
I staggered to my feet and started to laugh, picturing the bizarre scene. "Help me get this thing onto the bed."
Joe took her feet as I took her by the shoulders as we lifted the doll and positioned it in the centre of the bed.
I released her shoulders and looked up to see Joe gawping at the dolls pussy.
"Wow, it's so realistic. I wonder how tight her pussy is?" Joe wondered in a daze.
"Would you seriously consider screwing it?" I asked, dumbfounded by my brother's complete lack of dignity.
"Oh, yeah. She's a babe!"
"She's silicone, not real," I emphasised.
"So are the tits of ninety per cent of actresses and models, doesn't stop me and my mate's want to titty fuck them."
I laughed at Joe's logic. I looked at the doll, quickly realising it was what Father had been working on for the past year. It also struck me that the doll was the object of all his carnal desires.
"What are you going to do with it?" Wondered Joe.
I mused over the question. I thought it might be a nice little curio for my weekend party, and it might be a pleasant diversion for Joe.
Like all kids still living at home, I had arranged a party as soon as I knew our parents would be out of the house. I had invited all my girlfriends but what to do with Joe?
He'd be leering at all my friends, cramping my style, especially if I managed to get into my neighbour's panties.
I sent Joe away so I could clear up my embarrassing mess on the floor.
I lifted my skirt and peeled down my wet panties feeling ashamed of my reaction in the face of danger. I had heard of people pissing themselves when they were suddenly held at gunpoint but to piss myself when confronted by a doll was too humiliating to contemplate.
I stepped out of my micturating panties and went down on my knees to mop up my puddle with them. I soaked up my offending moisture right to the edge of the wardrobe and saw some handwritten notes and a panel box. A controller and instructions for the doll. I studied them with interest and felt for a switch on the back of its neck. My fingers swept away her long blonde hair and found a small button which I instantly flicked. Its eyes blinked as it buzzed into life, making me jump down the bed, almost making me piss myself again.
"Ooh la la monsieur," It bleeped electronically with a caricature French accent, "It's good to see you again as I'm feeling so horny."
I laughed and looked at the control panel and saw a dial with "accents" etched on it.
I turned it incrementally, and it wasn't long before the doll said in a perfect British accent.
"Hello, good sir, one does hope one is going to give me a good rogering?"
I laughed and turned the dial again.
"Ya! You vant to make with zer shag Ya?"
with a dreadful Teutonic voice.
Hmm, it sounded like father liked to be dominated by German girls, I thought to myself before moving on.
