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Chapter 1 Like just about everything in my life at that time, it was all my sister's fault. Not that I'm complaining, not at all. It's because of Sis that Nancy and I are together, have been these many years. Sis — Dot — is a year older than me, the oldest child in our family. The twins are twelve years younger and aren't important to this story so I'll just leave them as the twins. I'll start at the beginning, pretty much anyways, then jump around some and begin again. That's the only wait it makes sense. Sis and I lived at home with Mom and the twins. Dad was sometimes around; if he had his druthers he was down at Sally's on the river. If he was at home, it was because Sally had heard the roof needed fixing or something similar and sent him on up. Mom never was mad at Sally. Home was a frame house on the edge of town, Tyler, somewhere in the Midwest. There were two bedrooms upstairs; the twins and I shared one, Dot and Mom the other unless Dad was home. Then Dot shared my bed. Before we get any further, let me assure you it wasn't at all like some of you might think. I definitely kept my hands to myself. This story, or most of it anyway, starts in 1933. Times were hard. Dad didn't have a regular job and if he found work, he drank up most of his wages. It was worse after 1930. I don't know how Mom did it. Neighbors helped. I had odd jobs but at sixteen and needing to stay in school (or else Mom would kill me), and the times like they were, I couldn't contribute much. Sis did better and the fall of that year was bringing home a dollar every day, sometimes more, sometimes less, that she made. Downstairs (see, I'm skipping around a little), there was a kitchen, a front room and a small room that was used for clutter; it wasn't much bigger than a closet. The privy was out back, Mom cooked and heated with coal or wood and we had cold running water in the kitchen and an electric light in each room. Baths were Saturdays, but we washed up every day. We weren't dirty — the twins were all the time but they don't count. There was a porch on the front, a porch on the back, neighbors on both sides and to the back (far back). The street in front was packed clay that turned to thick mud in winter. We didn't have a car or wagon, did everything on foot. Tyler has an east-west main street, north-south main street, a square where the streets meet. The high school where Sis and I went was two blocks from the square. I'm not giving street names because they're unimportant unless you live in Tyler. Tyler is all built up now. Back then the high school was close to the edge of town. It backed onto a creek and woods. Remember that. Nowadays, they'd drop a pipe, cover it with soil, and build over it. They didn't do that much back then. So the town had wild spots that meandered between houses. Down by the river the wild was lush along the steep banks. Sally's, kind of a variety type of place — bar, brothel, hotel, concert hall, dance hall, and Saturday night fight arena — was a mile downstream. The fights weren't scheduled or anything — they were impromptu amateur events. If you liked music, Sally's was the place to go. If you liked booze, Sally's had the best (not label — the strongest was clearer than water). If you liked women, Sally was awfully pretty as were the girls that worked there, and some of the women who went there liked booze and music so the men were never without companionship. Sally had some cabins she rented by the night (some said by the hour but that's a flat out lie). You'll meet Sally later on. You'll like her. My dad was the tall skinny dark haired guy who's quiet when he's drinking. He wasn't like some. He never beat up Mom or Sally. He just didn't have any sense about money when he was drunk. House, school . . . One more thing, no, two. Miss Nichols was the principal of our high school. She was young, still in her twenties, very good looking in a severe way, and everyone in town was waiting, with baited breath, to see if she could pull it off. A woman in a man's position. Imagine. Miss Nichols also taught art. This was Miss Nichols' second year as principal. She was known for being very strict, which parents appreciated, and was definitely respectable. Miss Nichols didn't date, spoon, fool around or have anything to do with the opposite sex. In this state, and this wasn't uncommon, if a woman teacher married she lost her job. That went for women principals, too. Inevitably women teachers who didn't date or eventually marry were considered to be funny, like those men who didn't date or marry. Lesbian wasn't a common word back then. The other thing to remember is that along the north-south main street, the business district was only five or six blocks long with the square at one end. There were other shops and businesses close by, but this was the hub. I'm going to have to tell you the streets, aren't I, or this won't make sense. Most of the businesses were between seventh and third. There was a dock on Bryant. Sixth crossed the river with a beautiful old stone bridge. The blocks on the west of Talmudge were short and all were dead ends, except for First and Bryant which joined with a walkway along the river. Clancy's, a bar, was on the corner of the walkway and First. There were wood steps down to the riverbank in front of Clancy's. On Bryant the street descended in a cut to the dock so wagons and trucks could load and unload. We lived a half-mile northeast of the square. The high school was two blocks east on Sixth and Sally's was a mile south. It was on the river, remember that too. We did pretty well when Dad was gone. Sis and I did our homework on the table, Mom sewed or read. We had electricity but couldn't afford a radio. Sis' dollar and what I could make helped a lot. The bank owned the house and we were always behind on our mortgage but it was better for them not to kick up a fuss. At least we tried to pay. That was twenty-five a month, plus we had water and electricity and taxes and medical bills and you can understand why Mom always looked tired. She sometimes got work as a cook at big socials but mostly she kept eye on the twins who were a handful. Sis was seventeen, tall like everyone in the family, slender, not badly thin. You could definitely tell she was a girl. She wore her hair long, to stand out I guess. It worked. Her hair went all the way down her back; raven black, shiny and iridescent in the sun. Dot has, she's still alive, lives in the neighboring county married to a judge, dark brown eyes, arching eyebrows, and lush lips. Even smiling they looked lush. She looked good in a dress, even a hand me down found at the charity bazaar. She walked with her whole body. Her shoulders and arms, legs and hips, everything moved except for her head. It was almost like she was (is!) swimming. Unless she absolutely had to she went barefoot and her feet had (have!) the tallest arches you've ever seen. When she talked she sometimes placed two fingers on the listener's wrist. Can you see it? I'm tall too, dark, though my eyes are gray. Nancy says I'm handsome; that's not what I see in the mirror and we'll leave it at that. I'm studious, when I came back from the war I went to college and now teach in my old high school. Imagine that! The war. I'd lost track of my sister (we begin jumping around here) after she left home when she was eighteen in 1934. I ran into her on Honolulu where I was on leave before getting shipped out. She was in one of the brothels on Hotel Street, a three dollars for three minutes kind of place. High, but beggars can't be choosers and the streets were packed with beggars. I was waiting my turn in a room, pants off, ready for action, listening to the whore and the man she was with on the other side of a curtain. I planned to make every second count when it was my turn. They finished, she told him to get dressed and leave, all at the same time she was coming through the curtain for my turn. They did it like clockwork, those whores did, they had men lined up for blocks. She was naked, lighting a cigarette, looked up to say something to me, and we both laughed. I didn't recognize her at first because her hair was shorter, styled with those big curls over the brow, down the sides and across the back like they had then. "I only have three minutes, Charlie. It's good to see you." We sat side by side on the bed. "You, too, Sis." "Want me to . . ." "No, I'm okay." "Sure?" "I'm sure, Sis. Fancy meeting you in a place like this." "I'll clear forty thousand at the end of the year, Charlie." "You're kidding." "You saw them lined up. It's like that every day." She could see me do the numbers in my head. "Just like old time, hunh, Charlie?" "Well, I . . ." "Interested in meeting a swell girl? It'd have to be after work, later tonight." "I'm shipping out tomorrow." "We'll get you on the boat, even if we have to carry you." "I have to report back at," I looked at my watch. "Forget it. You'll be on the boat tomorrow. That's what counts." "I don't know." "She's swell, Charlie. I told her all about you, she's been dying to meet you, and here you are. You'll like her." Dot gave me a huge wink, curling her lip and everything. We both laughed. "Okay." I knew I shouldn't but Dot can talk me into anything. Believe me. "We get off at midnight. You have some paper and a pencil?" I found what she needed. "You might as well put those on, your time is almost up." I dressed while she wrote an address. "Get a cab and go to this address. It's our home; four of us girls share it. Donna will fix you supper, there's stuff to drink but don't get drunk. Nancy doesn't like it when her hopes are dashed so take it easy. We'll roll in around midnight. Take a nap. Nancy is insatiable." Dot slapped my butt. "Get going, mister." I have her a hug, went out the door and told the scared eager looking kid, "That's a wow girl, not some washed up old hag. You're in for a treat, fellow." That's how I ran into my sister. Nancy by the way was (I hope still is) a very nice girl but she's not my Nancy. Just so there's no confusion. Okay, now to make any of what happened believable you have to know how good Sis was at convincing me. She never, or almost never, had to try hard. She just told me I should do something and I did it. She never told me to do absolutely crazy stuff like walk on glass barefooted. And usually, but not always, Dot had a sense of humor. Sis always told me to do something that in the end was for my own good. When I was fifteen she told me this girl liked me who didn't like me at all. I believed her and for weeks provided no end of amusement to her and her friends. She made up for it by helping me lose my virginity in a most unusual fashion which I'll tell later. Dot was compassionate. One night Dad came home and Dot had to sleep in my bed. Normally that wasn't a problem, but this night I'd been playing with myself under the sheet, quietly so as to not wake the twins. Sis ran into the room, shut the door and jumped into bed before I could do anything. "What's this?" she asked. I thought it was better if I kept my trap shut. The less said the better. Her hand felt incredible. She giggled, moved her hand slowly up and down. "If you don't tell me, I'll stop." "Dot don't. That's my cock." "You mean I shouldn't?" She released me. It was dark in the room; I could see the shine of her eyes and not much else. Of course I meant she shouldn't. She put her hand back on my cock, her other hand across my mouth and said, "But if I'm not to, why'd you tell me? Don't say a word." She squeezed and stroked me slowly. It was getting impossible to keep still. I wanted to shut my eyes, fall back on the pillow, open myself up to her. "You like this, don't you, you dirty little boy?" Her hand moved faster, fingers slippery with my stuff. I couldn't move. I gave a grunt. "You're an animal. Do you know that? An animal, wanting your sweet sister to do this for you." I sighed. "You're going to have to make it up to me, Charlie. Oh, you dirty boy. What have you done?" She pushed me away, wiped her hand on my chest. "Disgusting little wretch." I fell back onto the pillow. I wanted to curl up on the pillow and die. One didn't do these things with girls, much less one's sister. Now she knew everything. Sis settled against me, her back to mine. "I hope you never think of putting that big thing in some girl. It would kill her, Charlie. She'd die, my brother would be a murderer and everyone would know that you'd killed her with your fat big cock. How gross." I began to cry. "Stop it, idiot. I'm thinking." I stopped. I felt so incredibly miserable. I could see Sis visiting me in prison before they put me in the chair. Everyone would look at her in a funny way because I was her brother. "Goodnight, Charlie," Dot said. "We need to talk tomorrow after school." "Okay," I said. "Whatever you do, don't touch your thingie until I tell you you can. Not that way at least. You can if you need to pee." She said in a low voice, not a whisper, "Every time you touch it, it'll get bigger. You have to stop now before it's too late." Her voice dropped down to a whisper. "You heard about that poor boy in Greene county, didn't you? His got so big he had to use a wagon to cart it around. Eventually he joined the freak show." Oh God. I shouldn't have even started, no matter how good it felt. "I think there's something we can do, Charlie. I don't think it's too late. And there may be a way to reverse the awful damage you've done. Imagine even thinking some sweet girl would even want that monster in her; you must be crazy. Not even the girls who hang around Sally's, not even the ones who have the clap would want you near them. You'd tear them apart." "Oh, God," I said. "Shut up. You'll wake everyone in the house." She was quiet for a moment. "I don't trust you. Put your hands over your head." I did, sobbing. Sis got out of bed, rummaged through my things and came back. She tied my hands to the metal bedstead. "There," she said. "Now you won't be bad, will you?" "Thank you, Sis," I sobbed. "Charlie, the last thing I want is having you going about town with your huge cock in a red Radio Flyer wagon and everyone saying that's Dorothy's brother. Wonder what's she's like?" "I'm sorry, Sis." "You should be. Goodnight."
Chapter 2 I met Dot after school in the ravine beyond the playing field. The ravine was lined with trees and underbrush so we were pretty much private from prying eyes. I climbed down the bank and joined Sis on a log. She smiled a first, turned serious. "I checked around and found out what we need to do." She heard my moan. "Don't worry, no one knows it's my stupid brother." After a few moments of waiting for her to continue, I said, "Well?" "We're waiting for someone." "We're waiting for someone?" She groaned. "Didn't they tell you that self abuse would also make you into a moron?" I remembered hearing that but I always thought it was a lie. Anything that felt that good . . . "Take off your pants." "My pants?" "You're repeating me, you numskull. Take them off and your drawers, too." "But you said someone was coming." "Someone is and they need to check your condition." "They're a doctor?" This was sounding serious. Perhaps everything would be simpler if I ran away. "Are they off?" "Yes." "Sit back down on the log here. Put your hands behind your back." I did that, afraid to look down to see if I'd gotten bigger. "I'm tying your hands so you won't be tempted to play with yourself." It seemed to me she tied them unnecessarily tight. "Did you need to use my tie last night? I couldn't wear it today." "The casual look becomes you. I have rope so I'll be able to tie you before you go to sleep each night." "Do you have to?" I found my voice breaking; it made me sound like I was whining. "Of course I have to. You may not care but I won't have a brother of mine using a wagon, in your case it may have to be a wheelbarrow, to haul their dick around. I'd cut it off first. You don't need it for anything, do you?" "But . . ." "Do you? That little bit of excrescence, which grows like Pinocchio's nose each time you play with it, is just a useless flap of skin." "It is not." "Okay. What do you do with it?" She gripped my chin so I couldn't look down. "Well, Charlie?" "I need it to pee." "I don't have one and I pee just fine." Her eyes didn't blink. I had to look away. "Oh God, Dot, say you won't cut it off." "No. If you're not good, off it goes." I heard a sound overhead. "Who's that?" I closed my legs and bent forward. I had a hardon like you wouldn't believe. "We're down here," Dot shouted. "Sis, what are you doing?" She grabbed the hair at the back of my head and pulled back. She leaned over and said very slowly, "Everything I'm doing is for your own good. Either you go along with me cheerfully or I'll find an ax." Oh God, they were coming closer. I shut my eyes tightly. "Yes, Sis." "Hi, Elizabeth," Dot said. My eyes flew open. Elizabeth, who was a year younger than me and already had a town-wide reputation, grinned at me. "You weren't kidding, Dot." "Sis?" "Shut up." Dot said to Elizabeth. "Did you get the memo book?" "It cost fifteen cents. Hi, Charlie." "And a pencil?" Elizabeth took the pencil out of her pocket, handed it to Dot. Her eye never left me and my embarrassing predicament. "We're keeping a tab, Charlie. You'll need to pay us back." She jabbed my side. "Are you listening?" Elizabeth sat on the other side of me. "Open up and let me see." "Dot!" "Do it, Charlie. You understand Elizabeth will be providing a service. Each time she'll enter it in this little book. You'll need to pay her back." "Dot!" Elizabeth's hand touched my cock. I was blushing furiously, my sister talked about something on one side of me, Elizabeth on the other side examined my predicament. "You're right, Dorothy," Elizabeth said. "I told you. The numskull absolutely wallowed in self-abuse. How much, do you think?" "Twenty-five cents." "Oh," I said as I shot over Elizabeth's hand. Elizabeth giggled; Dot hauled off and slugged me. "Idiot. I-di-ot! You have to hold it. Going off like that is as bad, no, worse, than if you'd done it yourself. I looked up to see Elizabeth wiping her hand on her dress. Dot wrote twenty-five cents in the memo book. She showed me the page. "Total it up. Go on. You can add, can't you?" "Forty cents." "Forty cents and you're just as bad off as you were before we even started." Dot jumped up. "I'm going to find an ax." "Don't be hasty," Elizabeth said. "Some of the fellows are quick like that at first." "You mean there are others like me?" "Not exactly like you." Dot jabbed me. "Numskull. Without Elizabeth most of the town's youth would be resorting to extreme measures." She sat back down. "Are you sure, Elizabeth?" Elizabeth grabbed my cock and stroked it. "Oh, sure." My cock leapt to life and bounced merrily. "I haven't seen one quite like this, though." "That's because he's a numskull. Hold it." Dot jabbed my side. "I'm trying to." I gritted my teeth. "Show him your pussy, Elizabeth, so he can understand the problem." Elizabeth stood and lifted her dress. Her hand away from my cock was part relief, part maddening loss. She thrust out her pelvis, used two fingers to spread her lips. "Here it is." I stared. I'd never, ever, seen anything like it. "See the hole? Show him." Elizabeth leaned backwards, spread the inner lips. "Can you see it?" I nodded slowly. "He can see it." Dot pushed my face into Elizabeth's pussy. "Tell her it's beautiful." "It's beautiful." I managed to say. The hairs made me want to sneeze. "When you're married, numskull, if any woman is ever dumb enough." "I'd marry him," Elizabeth said. Dot laughed. "To make her happy you stick your cock into that little hole. See the problem, Charlie? You won't fit any woman. You would have easily fit if you weren't a little pervert." All the time she was talking, Sis was rubbing my face in Elizabeth's pussy. It smelled nice but was wet. I wasn't sure about the wet. "Elizabeth has the biggest hole of anyone I know." Elizabeth giggled and wiggled her pussy against my nose. "How many times a day, Elizabeth?" "Three," she said. "Oh." The boney area above the pussy thumped my nose. "Seventy-five cents a day, Charlie." Dot rammed my face into Elizabeth's pussy with every word. "Oh," Elizabeth said. Dot jerked my head back. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "I'm sorry, Sis." "Not me. To her." I looked up at Elizabeth. She was doing something with her fingers and didn't seem to be listening to us. "I . . ." "Thank her, you idiot." "Thank you, Elizabeth." Elizabeth swayed before me; a soft moaning sound came from the back of her throat. "In the morning before school. Lunch. And after school." Elizabeth's body wiggled, she said, "Oh," and sat down heavily next to me. She grabbed my cock. "Think you can hold it this time, sport?" Sis asked. I nodded my head and clenched my teeth. Elizabeth giggled, moved her hand faster. I tried to block out the erotic sensations that spread out from my loins, began to climb up my back. I bit my lip. Dot punched my side. "Hold it." "Oh God," I said. I tasted blood in my mouth. Dot pinched my nose. "Hold it." My eyes flew open and I gasped. "Another twenty-five cents," Elizabeth said. I looked down; my cock was huge, red and glistening in her hand. Her finger played with the tip. That created an incredible sensation. I wanted to scream. "Spendthrift," Dot said in my ear. "Ah." "Another twenty-five cents," Elizabeth said. "Idiot." Dot said to Elizabeth, "You can stop now." "Sure?" "We have our work cut out for us, let's not lose sight of the goal." "You're right," Elizabeth said. She licked her finger. "Want to see?" She thrust two fingers covered with my stuff into my mouth. I gagged, then realized it didn't taste that bad. Dot said while Elizabeth's fingers played in my mouth, "You'd better do a lot better tomorrow, Charlie. I still think the ax is the best solution." "Not the ax," Elizabeth said softly in my ear. Her tongue tickled. "He's hard again." "If you don't do better, Charlie, we'll have to punish you." "Whips, Charlie dear," Elizabeth whispered. I burst out crying. It was all too much. Go on to read the next two chapters. The
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