With that my mother crept back to her own room with what felt like a gallon of my cum in her stomach. I fell right back to sleep and slept like a baby. The world had been taken off my shoulders and I was about to float away.
While mom was working that week my sister and I puttered around the house. Mostly we would just watch TV or do our own thing. We talked about normal stuff. Strangely enough, we were in the laundry area when a very strange conversation occurred.
“Johnny, can I ask you a question?”
“Ok, sure what is it?”
“Has mom given you the birds and bees speech? I mean, has she talked to you about sex?”
Uh oh, what to do now. Don’t look or sound suspicious. “Well, she kind of talked to me about it a little. I guess.” I acted a little nervous as I really was but for another reason.
“She didn’t talk to you about masturbation did she?”
“She said that it was OK. She also said that there were many ways to do it. Why in the hell are you asking all of this?”
“I was just wondering, that’s all.” She looked over at me. “She gave me the speech a while back. It was a real eye opener. It’s natural for her to talk to me though. She’s a woman and so am I. With you though, it would be different. I was just wondering”
We kept folding laundry for a while sitting in the uneasy air of unfinished thoughts. I had the feeling that there was something I couldn’t even begin to guess at rolling around in my sister’s mind. I hoped that if I waited long enough it would come out. “So, having sex yet?”
“Not yet. I haven’t found the right girl yet. Besides, I’m so busy all the time between work and school.” I threw some sox into the basket. “What about you? Ya’ getting’ any?” I put on my best hick accent.
“Not for a while. In fact it’s been quite a dry spell since they moved me to night shift at the hotline. By the time I get out of work all the guys who haven’t already met someone are so wasted that they really gross me out.”
“I’m sorry sis, it must suck to be living on your own without anybody there.”
“Yeah it does.”
That was the end of it. The laundry was finished and we walked to our rooms with our respective clothes. As I was putting away my clothes I still had a feeling that there was something my sister was trying to get out. I just didn’t know what it was.
It wasn’t till the next evening while our mother was working late that another major piece of the puzzle was revealed to me. I was sitting in the living room sneaking another beer when my sister came in and sat with me. At first she just sat there browsing a magazine that she had brought with her and then she broke the silence.
“Have you ever heard of a little game called fantasy hand?”
“Fantasy hand?” I tried to make the words sound as foreign as possible.
“Yeah, it’s where two people get together and get each other off. It’s not a commitment thing, it’s almost the opposite. It’s so that each person can pretend that whoever is doing it to them is their fantasy.”
“Where did you get this?”
“I uh, read about it. What do you think of that?”