1. Sam's Saturday Night


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    wasn’t hard to see how a naïve girl like Mary might fall for his charms. I almost began to feel sorry for her. Almost but not quite! On the screen, an equally naïve boy was having supposedly hilarious difficulties dealing with a predatory cougar of a woman who had mistaken him for her date. Jeez! Why did I ever think this was funny? She had just removed most of his clothes and was about to slip her hand into his shorts when I felt Robbie wince alongside me. His face looked like he was in pain. “He should just go along with it,” I slurred an opinion based on no good reason, “you’d give her one wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t care if she was nearly Mum’s age?” “Maybe…” his voice was unsure and non-committal. “She’d be a great fuck! She’s desperate!” “Maybe it means more to him than that! Have you thought of that, Sam?” I had clearly touched a nerve; his voice was angry and indignant, but by now I was too tipsy to see the danger. “No boy would turn down a quick fuck with a MILF. You wouldn’t, would you?” “Perhaps he’s intimidated by her. Perhaps he’s not sure what to do, right?” Then suddenly I understood; Mary’s hadn’t been the only cherry in their relationship! “Jesus Christ, Robbie! You’re not still a virgin are you?” I asked, amazed. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you,” he cried, his eyes filling with tears again. A moment later the lounge door had slammed shut, the front door had slammed too and I was on my own in the house feeling horrified at myself and how badly I had upset ...
    my little brother. I took a long sip of wine and wondered what to do. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, hoping he had taken his phone with him and that I wouldn’t hear it ringing in the house. I didn’t hear it, but he didn’t answer either so I left a voice message. “Robbie it’s me. I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to upset you. I should have thought more before opening my stupid mouth. I’m a bit drunk too. Please come back. Please… we can talk this through. Please Robbie…” I sent three text messages saying much the same thing, drank rather more of Mum’s wine and tried to watch my stupid movie. It was a full half hour later when I heard the front door close quietly and there were footsteps in the hallway. I jumped up from the sofa and wobbled unsteadily to the door to find my little brother padding across the hallway in his socks, his head lowered dejectedly. “I’m so sorry, Robbie…” I began, but he stopped me. “No, I’m sorry Sam,” he insisted, “I shouldn’t have stomped off. It’s just that… I don’t know… It’s so embarrassing you know… like I’m different. Everyone’s done it loads of times except me, and…” “But apart from Mary, I’m the only one who knows and I’m not likely to spill the beans, am I?”I protested. He laughed hollowly. “No, I suppose not. But you’ve done it loads of times too and…” “Are you calling me a slag?” I asked aggressively, but with a big smile on my face. “No! No of course not,” he quickly replied, not quite getting the joke, “but you’ve… had a lot… a lot ...
«12...567...1819»