Friday:
As I had promised Gary last night (Thursday night), I took steps to get contraception for our planned big event; the capture of my virginity by my brother. Although I still had serious reservations about doing this, I was committed to keeping my promise and giving myself to Gary as soon as it was 'safe'. Midday on Friday I skipped my lunch break at work and went to the local planned parenthood clinic to get birth control pills.
I was nervous about going in and having to justify my need for birth control. I feared they would ask me with whom I was having sex. I certainly could not tell them 'my brother'. I constructed a story I would tell them if asked. Of course, they did not ask.
The female clinician was helpful and friendly, but was adamant that I needed to use another form of birth control form at least three days following the start of taking the pills. I assured her I would. Actually I would simply postpone intercourse for three days.
My anxiety was running high when I got to my car in the parking lot of clinic with the three month supply of pills. They came in a circular plastic container that numbered the days of the month. It was a clever container that allowed you to align the days of the week with the pills you should take on each day to help you stay on track. I took my first pill before leaving the clinic parking lot.
I felt mature, wicked, and sinful; but I was excited about what I was planning to do with Gary, and that excitement translated into a continued state of arousal.
I returned to work in time for my afternoon meeting. But I was so distracted that I did not hear a word of the discussion. My mind was miles away thinking about what lay in store for Gary and me next.
Gary was waiting anxiously for my arrival home that evening. He was obviously curious about my 'contraception run'.
"Well?" he asked me.
"All taken care of." I responded. He beamed with a huge smile. I continued, "but we are not safe for three days."
This news took him by surprise and his smile quickly evaporated. "Huh?"
"It takes three days for the pills to be effective. You have to wait until Monday at the earliest."
He was obviously disappointed with this latest set back; but we would just have to wait.
The weekend went as you would expect, a lot of petting, masturbation, dry humping, and oral sex in addition to a great deal of anxiety of what was just around the corner for us: full intercourse!
Monday could not get here soon enough.
Monday evening:
Neither Gary nor I had to be reminded of the significance of Monday evening. I know both of us were nervous, and quite anxious for Mom to get her 'buzz on' and retire for thee evening so we could 'seal the deal'.
At 8:30, Gary was growing a bit impatient waiting for the 'alcoholic switch to kick on' in Mom's brain which would allow her to pass out and sleep through the night.
Looking back on that time in all our lives, I regret a great many things. But one of my deepest regrets is that I did not appreciate the hell Mom was going through as she battled the demons of my father's death and the demons of her alcohol addiction each and every night. Like a typical teenager, I was too caught up in my own pain and troubles to be aware of my mother's pain. I wish I had been more aware and more supportive.
Nonetheless, it was a few minutes after 9:00 when Mom made her final move to her room, her last drink in hand, to crash for the night. This opened the door for Gary and me to rush upstairs to consummate our completely improper, but highly intimate and pleasurable sexual relationship.
As soon as Mom's bedroom door clicked closed, Gary stood, took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. As he closed my bedroom door behind me, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest in anticipation, and fear, about what was next.
"Gary, let's take our time. Let's not be in a rush here. We both want to remember this as something special..."
Gary interrupted me, "Of course. This is a night we will both remember for the rest of our lives; but neither of us will ever be able to tell another soul about it."
At the time Gary said that, I was sure he was right. But here I am, ten years later telling all of you every single detail about it. But you do not really know who I am, right? So I have the luxury of anonymity here, right? I mean, eventually, I had to tell someone, and it might as well be all of you; several thousand readers who I now consider among my closest friends and confidants, right?
I walked over to Gary, and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his chest bare. I marveled at his broad shoulders and well defined pectoral muscles. I liked the visual accent the brown chest hair gave to his prominent nipples. God, he looked good.
I ran my fingers across his chest, playing with his chest hair, stopping at his nipples and caressing him as he struggled to get my shirt off. Yes, we were awkward. No, we were not skilled lovers yet. And the nervousness of what we were about to do only added to our awkwardness. But it was exciting just the same. And even in retrospect, it was beautiful.
Gary's pants were poking out in front, revealing a sizable bulge forming. I reached down and caressed his penis through the material and adjusted his cock so that it could comfortably point upward. I was impressed to see an inch or two the purple tinted head of his penis poking above the waistband of his pants.
As his large penis extended above the waistband of his pants, it seemed like the head was poking up, looking around for me and saying, 'where's Liz?'
I liked that thought; the thought that his penis was looking for his 'good friend Liz'. My brother had a very nice cock indeed.
