F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume One

Charity tapped lightly on Donnie's door. "Don… can I talk to you…?" she murmured in a half whisper.

There was a moment of silence, then she heard him answer, "Sure… why not?" The door opened, his rather grim face poked out at her, and he held the door open for her. She walked in. He closed the door, looking at her guardedly for a long moment before he asked. "What's with, Sis…? You look all uptight and strung out?"

She turned to him, her eyes beginning to mist, again, "D-Donnie… I've got to talk t-to y-you…! I–I saw… S-saw…" She stopped, unable to continue for a moment. She swayed against him. Instinctively, Donnie caught her in his arms, her soft body molding itself to him; he could feel the trembling of her limbs and knew that she had experienced something that had severely upset her. It was nothing trivial.

"What's wrong, Char… you're shaking like a leaf? What's bugging you?"

Sobbing softly against his shoulder, she said, "J-Just a minute… or two… and I'll be able to tell you…"

Don held his sister close while she sobbed, inconsolably. He stood awkwardly, his arms around her, not knowing what to do for her. He had the strange feeling, suddenly, that he felt closer to his sister, in that instant, than he had ever felt before in his life. He stroked her back with his hand, hoping that it would stem the flow of her tears, and as he did so, he became, increasingly, aware of her lovely young womanliness. The supple, pliant flesh of her back, under the thin material of her nightgown, was warm and smooth to his touch. His hand drifted almost naturally down to the curving swell of her round, firm buttocks, feeling them silky under his hand. God! His sister's body was really something else! He had never held her close, like this, before, and unbidden, unwanted, he felt the sudden flood of his pounding blood into the flaccid tube of his penis. His cock rose to partial erection, quickly. It throbbed and jerked in the confines of his jeans, and he decided that he shouldn't be that close to her. She would certainly be aware of its erect condition in just a moment.

He murmured, "Let's sit down, Sis…"

She nodded her head in agreement. Together, they sat down on the edge of his bed. He tried to pull away from her, but she clung to him, almost as a child would cling to its mother.

"Come on, Char…" he said, "lay it on me…! What's bugging you so much?"

Charity pulled back from him then, wiping and dabbing at her eyes to clear them of tears. She drew a couple of deep breaths; a deep sigh followed. Her smile was weak but brave; she felt as though she could control herself, now. The flooding torrent of tears, she realized, was only the womanly side of her showing. Now, she would have to be objective… describe what she had seen and get her brother's reaction and views concerning it. Objectivity, she recited to herself… objectivity and reason had to be applied to this, as to any other problem.

She pulled her feet up and sat back on her spine, doubling her knees and hugging them to her. In this position, she rocked back and forth for a moment. She could talk, now, and she began: "It was just awful, Donnie… what I saw… tonight! That's why I–I was so upset…"

Donnie lounged back on the narrow bed, pulling his own knees up, as he lay on his side facing his sister. He looked up at her and said, "Yeah… I know… the waterworks and all that… but what in hell did you see…? You haven't said anything… yet!"

"Well… Mom came home, as usual… but there was this man with her… and they were in the bedroom… and he was…"

"Fucking her?"

"Donnie… please!" she chided, the sound of the word offensive to her. "Yes…" she went on after a moment, "only he… d-didn't do it… like you'd expect… h-he put his thing in her m-mouth…" She turned away, her embarrassment flooding in on her, again.

Donnie was blase, unimpressed, "So? She sucked him off?" he said, spreading his hands and lifting his shoulders. "What's the big deal…?"

"H-He p-paid her for it…!"

He grinned at his sister, knowingly, "So… you finally found out?"

"Y-Yes… I–I guess… S-so…" She still couldn't look at him. "I–Is she-she really… a… A…?" Her sentence remained unfinished.

Her brother finished it for her. "A whore… The plain truth is… yes, she is!"

Charity turned, then, and searched her brother's face. "Wh-What can we d-do Donnie…?" she asked.

"Split!" he spat.

"Leave here?"

"Like I'm gone… as soon as I clutch a little more bread!"

"Take me w-with you… Donnie?" she begged. "It's so mixed up… and all… and I–I've already d-decided t-to r-run away! Please… take me…?"

"You Christ, Sis… how'd you get along? You haven't even tried to be a part of it… you don't know how to talk… or act… or dress… or anything! You're square!"

Her eyes began to mist, again. "Then, y-you won't t-take m-me…?"

"Hell! I didn't say that… but you've got a lot to learn!"

"Then… you c-can teach me!" she brightened, leaning forward and planting a kiss, impulsively, on his cheek.

Don stared at his lovely sister, his mind racing, heart thumping, wildly, while down below, his virile penis throbbed, achingly. He couldn't believe the havoc her innocent kiss played on his emotions. Could he do it? Christ! He wasn't sure! She was his own sister! And, what he felt for her wasn't just love for a sibling.

No! It was much more. She was a beautifully budding young woman, a woman to be loved… loved well, with the hardened rod of his maleness. He wanted her. He had to have her!

With a trembling hand, he reached out to her and gently pulled her down beside him on the bed. His voice was hoarse. "Char… how much… do you want to learn…?" he asked.

She struggled to sit up. "Don! Wh-What a-are you d-doing…? What d-do y-you… Mean…?"

He knew, then, that she was not ready to go the route he was thinking about, but maybe she could be brought around to it. He knew a way to it. His own experience and what he had learned from other kids, as well as what had been written in various popular magazines, told him that the turn-on from pot was the way to reduce inhibitions… intensify desire and add to the pleasure of sex. Should he try it on her? Damn! He ached to find out. She was so God damned beautiful… so innocent and virginal! And, if she really wanted to go on the street with him, she'd have to know all about grass and sex. Anyway, he rationalized, I could lay it on her right! Make he understand it… and like it… Hell! It'd be better if I did it… instead of some heavy dude that might mistreat her!

He allowed her to sit up, then sat up, himself, facing her with a serious face. "Listen," he said, "you know… almost all the street people blow grass… POP pills or drop acid."

"Yes… I–I've heard all about th-that."

"Everybody to their own bag like… but I don't go the pill or acid route… or the hard stuff, you know, H for heroin. People blow their minds that way…! And it's not worth it… so stay away from it! Don't let yourself get strung out!"

Charity struggled to understand his jargon. She got most of it; she heard it a great deal, not only from Donnie but from her classmates; however, she had made no effort to speak in that manner herself.

She cocked her head to one side and surveyed him, gravely. "What you're saying then… is that marijuana… i-is the only one that's s-safe…?"

"Yeah… and a hell of a lot cheaper!"

"Isn't it against the law?"

"Sure… but some day the laws could change… and pot's the only one that's got a chance of being legal…!" he explained.

"Why?"

"Nobody's ever really proved that it's bad for you… or that it leads people to the hard stuff!" he rationalized.