'I didn't think guys got sore,' Cathy said, enjoying the steak. She was starved.
'Of course they do! I may be hard but the skin is sensitive.'
'Oh!' Cathy exclaimed. That was something new for her.
'Pass me the potatoes,' Jimmy asked.
'Do you get starved after you have sex, too?'
Jimmy grinned. Cathy returned the grin.
'So that's why you come home and go to the refrigerator!' Cathy exclaimed, laughing.
'Well, that's your second helping, too!' Jimmy retorted, as Cathy piled another generous load of potatoes on her plate. 'Now I'll know when you've been fucking, too!'
Cathy grinned at him. She felt as if the two of them had a conspiracy going. They had known each other intimately.
'Do you still feel guilty?' she asked.
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. 'It's not right, making it with your own sister.'
'I don't know why. It sure felt good. You know what I'd like to do?' she asked, pointing her fork at him. 'I'd like to suck off your cock.'
Jimmy's mouth dropped. 'You-you would?'
'Yeah! And I'd like you to suck off my pussy.'
'Well,' Jimmy grinned, twitching in his seat. 'We'll have to make a date to do that!'
'Hunh!' Cathy snorted sarcastically. 'That's some guilt you feel.'
'Oh, lay off!' Jimmy retorted, digging into his steak.
'I just want sex, sex, and more sex!' Cathy gasped, twitching in her seat.
'Bet you don't want any more tonight!' her brother said.
'I have to do my homework,' Cathy said.
'Yeah, and I'll bet you're sore!'
Cathy grinned, acknowledging the truth of the matter.
The two of them were sound asleep when their mother and father came home. They checked on their sleeping progeny, and smiled when they saw the laundry done.
'Isn't that just like them?' their mother said, when she saw the neat pile.
Mr. Jones kissed his wife, his tongue prying deeply into her warm, receptive mouth.
'Of course it is, darling! Look what they have for a mother!'
They went to bed to make love, not even suspecting the awful truth.
The next day, Wayne was sitting with his friends at school.
'Well, did you?' Ron asked, grinning.
'Yeah, what happened?' Whitey asked the sheepish Wayne.
'Nothing!'
'If you don't talk, we're going to do some talking of our own!' Ron threatened.
'Yeah, well…!' Wayne gulped, as he remembered the incident. Jimmy had promised to come after him at lunch time.
Reluctantly, Wayne told them the whole story, ungarnished. He made sure to inform them that Jimmy had promised to get his ass at lunch time.
'Well,' Whitey sighed, getting up from the table. 'This girl is turning into the femme fatale of the school, and she's not even a cock-teaser the way Stephanie and Suzy are!'
'Let's go!' Ron said, also getting up from the table.
Very reluctantly, Wayne followed his friends, as they went out to the school yard to keep their tryst with Jimmy.
When Cathy came home from school that night, Jimmy was in conference with his parents, having been caught beating the hell out of Wayne and his friends. Jimmy's only companion had been Ned Benson. They had just about finished the job when one of the school yard monitors caught them.
'Hello,' Cathy said sheepishly, coming into the living room.
'Darling, what did Wayne try to do to you?'
Cathy shrugged. She had to defend her brother.
'Oh, the usual things boys try to do to girls in school,' Cathy said.
'He was trying to get into my pants, and Jimmy caught him.'
Mrs. Jones gasped.
'Listen to me, young lady!' her father said sternly. 'Your brother has just got ten demerits for fighting for your honor.'
Cathy smiled at her brother lovingly.
'I know. He didn't have to do it, though. None of the other girls' brothers would have done it, but he promised, and I didn't feel it would be right to talk him out of it.'
Mr. Jones shook his head.
'I just don't understand youngsters these days!' he exclaimed. 'Maybe I'm older than I think I am!'
'Dear,' Mrs. Jones said to her son, 'I think your devotion and your loyalty to your sister is highly to be commended. But fighting in a school yard because a boy made a pass at her…'
'Well, wouldn't you be proud of Dad if he punched some one out for making a pass at you?'
Mrs. Jones looked at her husband. It was a telling argument, and her husband had, indeed, been involved in more than one brawl because some man had got out of hand.
The two of them grinned sheepishly at each other.
'I wash my hands of the matter!' Mr. Jones said, throwing up his hands in the air. 'I can't punish you for defending Cathy, and I don't know what to do about the brash young men in her school, short of putting her in a private girls' school…!'
'Oh, Daddy! You wouldn't do that, you wouldn't!' Cathy exclaimed, distressed. 'I like boys!'
'I'm quite sure, young lady. Do try to be more firm resisting their advances, will you please?'
'Yes, Dad.'
'At least try not to let your brother catch you necking in the corners.
That will save a lot of trouble.' her mother said.
Cathy's eyebrows shot up. That was a very strange thing for her mother to say to her! Her father, apparently, thought the same thing.
'June, what in hell are you saying to our daughter?'
'Darling, come off it! We were at it when we weren't much older.'
'But she's just fourteen…'
'Cathy!' Mrs. Jones said to her daughter, sternly. 'I expect you to remain a virgin until you're sixteen. And before you take the leap, I expect you to come to me for birth control advice.'
'Yes, Mom,' the bewildered and awed Cathy said. She went to her room, to do her homework. She had to admit that she had the greatest parents in the world.
And she had the greatest brother in the world. It made her almost want to cry.
She couldn't very well promise her mother to remain a virgin. Suddenly she felt very guilty. Her parents weren't denying her anything. They were just trying to guide her so that her life would be good and wholesome, and so that her experiences would be worthwhile.
Getting her cherry popped by her brother had certainly been worthwhile.
Cathy put her homework aside. For once another need took precedence over the sexual demands of her precociously active body.
She couldn't promise to remain a virgin, that was true. But she could keep it in the family. She didn't think her brother was going to like what she had in mind.
Cathy wrote three letters: one to her mother, promising in carefullyworded terms that she wouldn't sleep with any of the boys in school, and one to her father, telling him how wonderful he was, and one to her brother. Her brother would have to work off the ten demerits.
That meant extra time in school, doing extra assignments. She told him how much she appreciated him as a brother, and promised to do his English and French homework every day until he had worked off his demerit points.
