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   Story: Lusting for my Used Sister g12   
      
      
   The story that I am about to tell you happened over thirty years ago   
   when I was fourteen. We were then living in a very small town by   
   the name of Maple Ridge, the nearest big city was Newport and it   
   was a little over two hours drive from where we were living.   
   By the time I reached my fourteenth birthday I had gone to Newport   
   only twice and on each occasion it had been to attend a funeral of   
   some relative who had been living there. So what little that I knew of   
   big city life, I had learned from watching television programs such as   
   Dragnet, The Uncoruptable and programs such as these where the   
   action took place in a big city.   
   The events of this story took place in Maple Ridge and they have   
   nothing to do with big city life. But I think that it could be useful to   
   mention my lack of knowledge of large city life for the benefit of   
   those readers that might not understand why I reacted and acted the   
   way I did to these events that make up the story.   
      
   My parents were of middle income bracket. My father owned a   
   garage where he was working about sixty hours a week and I didn't   
   see much of him except on Sundays when we usually went to our   
   cottage by a lake or if the weather was not that good, we sometimes   
   went to visit my grand parents.   
   My sister Vicky and I, we both hated to go to the cottage. It was   
   situated in the middle of nowhere and the electric line didn't even go   
   that far and besides going fishing in the lake and hunting in the   
   surrounding woods - both of which I don't like - there wasn't much   
   to do there.   
   At the time my sister was twelve and we were the only children in   
   the family. My mother was very strict with us and there was no   
   question for me of going out with girls. As for Vicky, being two   
   years younger than I was, it was worst still. Being a girl, it met that   
   dating boys was really something that was going to happen in the far   
   future for her.   
      
   Living next to our house was the Barton's. Roger Barton was in his   
   mid twenties at the time and he and his wife Sandra had a two years   
   old boy named Jimmy. Vicky began to baby- sit for them every   
   Saturday's evening while they went to the movies.   
   Mr. Barton had two small trucks and a man was working full time for   
   him. He was a bread distributor for a popular bran of bread and every   
   morning he and Jim Leduc - the man working for him - would make   
   the round to each store within a forty miles radius of Maple Ridge so   
   as to supply them with fresh bread. Behind the Barton's hours was a   
   small warehouse where every night, a large truck from the bread   
   company would stop by at two or three in the morning and unload   
   the fresh supply of bread for the morning deliveries.   
      
   When little Jimmy reached two, Mrs. Barton began to help to   
   organize the weekly bingo in the basement of the church. Since her   
   husband, even though he sometimes was back home from his round,   
   still had work to do in the warehouse, he therefore couldn't be in the   
   house and keep an eye on his sleeping son. So Mrs. Barton asked   
   Vicky to baby-sit for her until her husband finished his work in the   
   warehouse.   
   One day, an event occurs which is responsible for the whole series of   
   events that occurs afterward. At the time, when it occurred, it was   
   nothing that seemed very important, but still it was the spark that was   
   responsible for setting in motion the series of events that occurred   
   after that.   
      
   It was in early summer at the beginning of my school vacation when   
   it all began. I was playing hide and seek in the back yard with a   
   couple of my friends when I saw Mr. Barton entering the house   
   through the back door. It was on a Friday evening and I knew that   
   my sister was baby-sitting there, I had seen Mrs. Barton leaving an   
   hour before to help in the preparation of the weakly bingo.   
   When I saw Mr. Barton entering his house, I told myself that Vicky   
   was going to come out at any moment and she was going to join us in   
   our game. But it didn't happen. She came out of the Barton's house   
   well over an hour later and further more, when I asked her to join us,   
   she said that she didn't feel like playing. Instead, she went directly   
   home.   
   I would have forgotten completely about the incident, if the next day,   
   while we were all seated around the table, mother hadn't ask my   
   sister if Mr. Barton had gotten back early from his bread round.   
      
   "I can't say since I didn't see him at all. I got back here as soon as   
   Sandra," Vicky always called Mrs. Barton by her first name," got   
   back from her bingo."   
      
   She was lying, I could still recall seeing Mr. Barton arriving and   
   entering the house less than an hour after his wife had left. I was   
   about to tell mother that Vicky was lying when for some reason that I   
   can't explain, something told me to keep quiet about it and to try to   
   figure out why she was lying.   
   So I didn't say anything, but from that moment on I began to pay   
   closer attention to Vicky, especially when she went baby-sitting for   
   the Barton.   
   I then began to notice small things that in themselves they were   
   insignificant, but if taken as a whole, they were pointing to one thing.   
   Vicky was falling for Mr. Barton's charm.   
      
      
   I noticed that on those days that she went baby-sitting for the Barton,   
   she seemed to be more nervous the whole day before going there.   
   During the day preceding her baby sitting evening, she wouldn't play   
   with us and nothing seemed to interest her. Then when she change   
   her clothes and got ready to leave, she would comb and fix her hair   
   for an hour in the bathroom, I even suspected that she was putting on   
   a little make-up from mother's kit.   
   It surprised me that mother didn't notice her strange behavior, but I   
   suppose that her trust in Vicky didn't allow for the possibility that   
   her twelve years old daughter would fall under the charms of a   
   married man.   
      
   A couple of weeks after the lying incident, it was a Friday evening   
   and as usual Vicky was babysitting when I saw once again Mr.   
   Barton entering his house less than an hour after his wife had left. I   
   was now really anxious to see if Vicky was going to come out or not.   
   But as I expected, she didn't and after another hour of ball pitching in   
   the yard with one of my friends, I finally told him that I had enough   
   for the evening and I was going home to watch TV. Now that I think   
   about it, it was rude of me to get rid of him like that, but we were   
   kids and I am sure that he must have done the same thing to me on a   
   couple of occasions.   
   As soon as I was inside the house and that I was sure that Paul was   
   gone - the name of my friend was Paul - I got back outside. The   
   daylight was just beginning to fade and even though it was not dark   
   outside, I could see that in most the houses the lights were turned on.   
   I then told myself, what should I do?   
      
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