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   SAFE SEX   
    by S.A. Talley   
      
         I have to tell this story, even though I know I   
    should keep my mouth shut. I guess it's one of those   
    therapeutic things, if I tell it - maybe I can put it   
    behind me once and for all.   
      
                               **   
      
         It all started during the summer of 1988 when our   
    parents went away for a long weekend to Reno Nevada.   
    Barry was 15 then and they thought he was old enough to   
    take care of our younger sister and me. I was 13 then   
    and Jamey was 8.   
      
         Our folks were great, always watching over us,   
    making sure that we knew how things were supposed to   
    be, in short, they were very conscientious parents.   
    But that weekend they differently had a lapse in judge-   
    ment. (Of course I say that with the advantage of   
    looking back through hindsight.)   
      
         At any rate our folks left for the 4-hour drive to   
    Reno leaving Barry in charge. Within an hour of their   
    leaving he and I had already hit the liquor cabinet and   
    were making ourselves screwdrivers. When I say liquor   
    cabinet, I don't really mean it was a cabinet. Our   
    folks had several bottles of booze tucked away in the   
    kitchen for those rare occasions when old college   
    friends would stop by on their way to some business   
    trip, or cross-country vacation.   
      
         Barry and I were sitting around the family room   
    talking about stupid stuff when Jamey came is and   
    started saying that she would tell on us for drinking   
    alcohol. Barry wasn't going to put up with that for an   
    instant and grabbed her by the hair saying, "You little   
    twerp, if you rat on us I'll smash your doll house and   
    than I'll tell everyone in your class that you still   
    play with them."   
      
         That shut her up, and we went back to our conver-   
    sation, and another round of screwdrivers.   
      
         About five o'clock that evening we were getting   
    pretty pissed. I couldn't believe it when Barry said,   
    "I wish Stephanie would put out for me, I'm so horny   
    I'd fuck a cow right about now!" (Stephanie was Barry's   
    girlfriend, and to hear him talk, I thought they had   
    been doing it all along. I guess it's true what they   
    say about alcohol loosening lips.)   
      
         That started us on the topic of girls and sex.   
    Back then I had just turned 13 several months before.   
    And I was just as horny as Barry, maybe more because   
    I didn't have a girlfriend. Back then girls scared me   
    to death, I always thought that they were something   
    from outer space. I mean they didn't think like boys,   
    and I could never figure out what to say or how to act   
    around them.   
      
         Then Barry really shocked me. He suggested that   
    we call an escort service. I knew what he was getting   
    at, but couldn't believe that he was serious. But he   
    kept bringing it up over and over again. Finally I   
    started to warm to the idea, after all I could really   
    us a good fuck. (Since I'd never had one before.)   
      
         We kept talking about it, and I kept getting more   
    and more excited about the prospect. Finally after we   
    worked our courage up, Barry actually did call. To my   
    huge disappointment they immediately blew him off. I   
    guess they could tell by his voice that he was a minor   
    or something.   
      
         After all that talk, I was really dejected. There   
    I was sitting there in the family room, in my mom's   
    recliner with this painful hard-on and no place to put   
    it. Barry didn't look too happy himself.   
      
         He started to bitch about how Stephanie wouldn't   
    let him do it with her because she didn't want to get   
    pregnant, and finally I said, "At least you can get   
    some stuff from her, so quit the bitching will yeah!"   
    I was mad because I was so frustrated.   
      
         Barry said, "I wish females could control when   
    they wanted to get pregnant, then things would be some   
    much easier us guys.   
      
         That's when Jamey came back into the house. It was   
    around 8 o'clock by then and that was her curfew, and   
    since she always minded our parents it never occurred   
    to her to disobey them when they weren't there.  We   
    watched out little sister come through from the kitchen   
    to stand in the passage way between the two rooms.   
      
         "Hey, isn't it dinner time yet?" she asked, "Mom   
    said you were supposed to do the cooking Jacky, what's   
    for dinner?"   
      
         I looked at my little sister and without the least   
    sense of a guilty conscious I said, "Her Jamey have a   
    screwdriver before we eat."   
      
         She wasn't all that sure that she should drink   
    alcohol, but Barry teased her into it. We were taking   
    our frustration out on our little sister for no other   
    reason that to get her drunk. It quickly turned into   
    a game for us. Barry made her drink very weak at first   
    and then added more alcohol to the second one.   
      
         By the time I had boiled the hotdogs and broken   
    open the family size bag of potato chips Jamey was   
    swigging her drink like a sailor. We had completely   
    forgotten about our earlier frustration, we were   
    having so much fun getting our little sister drunk.   
      
         About 9 o'clock that evening after dinner was   
    eaten and we were at the alcohol again laying around   
    the family room floor, Barry did a really strange   
    thing. At least I thought it was strange at first.   
    The 3 of us were playing a board game called Risk,   
    and suddenly right in the middle of a move, Barry   
    rolled over on top of Jamey and held her down on her   
    back by the wrists.   
      
         She struggled for a moment then lay under him   
    panting a little from the effort she'd just expended.   
    While Barry was straddling her, and holding her down,   
    he looked over at me and said, "You know what we were   
    talking about earlier?"   
      
         "What?" I asked, a little confused.   
      
         "You know, the escort service."   
      
         "Yeah?" I still didn't know what he meant.   
      
         "Well, they wouldn't take us seriously, right?   
    And uh, Stephanie won't put out 'cause she's afraid   
    of getting pregnant. You follow me?" Barry looked   
    down at Jamey who was laying under him not really   
    listening to us.   
      
         For the first time I noticed that our sister was   
    really soused. She had that unfocussed look in her   
    eyes, and normally having her freedom restricted by   
    an older brother would have made her madder than hell.   
    But at the moment she was just laying there waiting   
    for Barry to get off her.   
      
         Then Barry said it, "You know -- Jamey is too   
    young to get pregnant."   
      
         I looked at my brother -- My heart was instantly   
    in my throat, could he really mean what I thought he   
    meant? I had never thought of Jamey, sexually before.   
    But as I looked at her small body being held down by   
    her big brother, I noticed for the first time that   
    she looked good. I mean she had a really nice body.   
      
         I guess I'd always known that she was an attrac-   
    tive female, and if I wanted to be real honest with   
    myself I would have to admit that I had snuck a peek   
      
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