I grew up in Suburbia lite. By that I mean out home was located on the outskirts of a large city, but we were far enough away for there still to be farmland in our community.
My father took the train to work while mom stayed at home to look after the kids until we entered high school when she took a part time job. My sister Jennifer and I attended the same pre-school and elementary school before heading to the side-by-side male and female parochial high schools. The high schools had different names, but were connected by an unobstructed hallway...unless you counted Sister Teresa Joseph.
The good nun acted as a barricade, and word of mouth warnings came to all freshmen not to cross the line on the floor which divided the boys from the girls. Oh, every once in a while there was an intrusion, but that normally led to a paddling which made its mark on our minds and the intruder's backside.
Jennifer was 14 months older than me, a year ahead throughout school, but since we were in different high schools I never had to put up with the comments from teachers about my perfect-in-every-way sister. Several of my friends in public school with older siblings often told of their being judged against what their older brother or sister had done, but it wasn't something I had to worry about.
At least not from friends. Of course my parents were always holding Jennifer --- she of excellent grades, athletic honors and outstanding looks --- up as a role model for my barely getting by grades. Jenny was a picture of perfection in their eyes, while my meager accomplishments paled by comparison.
Many of my friends were in love with Jennifer, but she didn't give them the time of day. She was into older guys, she dated seniors when she was a sophomore, so the guys I hung around with had absolutely no chance at her. Not that she didn't mind the attention, as she'd often joke with me that some of my friends were "cute in the way they behave" around her. I think she was referring to how they'd stammer, fumble, or generally act stupid around her or how they'd sneak longing looks at her shapely legs when she'd cruise through the house in a mini-skirt and tight-fitting sweater on the way out the door.
My sister Jennifer was a looker, and I have to admit that several times I'd sneak a gaze at her shapely appearance myself, especially when she was running from the bathroom to her bedroom clad only in a towel after a shower. Once I came home early from school and noticed her door slightly ajar and caught a glimpse of her stunning bare behind while she was changing.
After that view, I used Jennifer as the object of my masturbatory affection for several weeks until first Heather and then Tiffany came into my life. I dated the latter two girls --- at different times --- for a spell, and my late night sessions had them as the focal point for my fantasies. Tiffany was especially strong in mind as she had allowed me to fondle her pert breasts on numerous occasions.
For months I wondered if any of Jennifer's paramours were getting far with my lovely sister. My guess was not, because my parents were strict and constantly reminded her that sex before marriage was a no no. I'd hear their lectures as she readied for dates, and I know my father grilled and sternly announced to guys stopping by to pick Jennifer up that they had better keep their hands to themselves or he might take matters into his own hands. Clearly it was a message that if one was naughty with his daughter that he'd knock their block off or something.
Once I was startled to run downstairs from my room after hearing a loud scream, only to be greeted by a closed study door. I couldn't see, but I could hear, and what I heard was Jennifer crying and my father berating her for acting like a slut. Apparently he had caught her and a beau necking --- clothes on --- but as he told her it was just one step along the road to hell.
The next night dad pulled me aside and emphatically said he expected my grades to improve....or else. With that he dropped a dozen Poloroids on the desk right next to a wooden paddle. He walked into the kitchen and I looked at a series of photos of (I thought) my sisters beet red ass. But several photos displayed an obviously different red rear end. Later that night I realized he paddled not only my sister but my mother.
Dad walked back into the room and reminded me once again about my grades. "You stand to receive what they got," he said, tapping the paddle on his hand, "unless you shape up. And if that doesn't work, then you won't be driving any more either."
His threats rang strong in my brain, and I became Mr. Goody Goody.
I expected Jennifer learned her lesson, as she never again was caught in any lover's embrace, and I fully expected she not only headed off to college a virgin but untouched as well. We never spoke about her spankings --- I believe there might have been three occasions when she visited the study to receive correction from our father --- but I do remember her taking dinner in her room when her buns were obviously burnt.
She called from college several times, telling of strong grades and not a lot more, but nothing suggested she had become a looser girl when away from home.
That thought was shattered when I unexpectedly came home early from school one November afternoon. Dad was working and I knew mom would be working on the my school's charity auction when I rounded the corner near my home and noticed Jennifer's bright red Civic in the driveway, home a little early from her freshman year at the state university for Thanksgiving break.
I entered my house and zipped up to my room to change, looking around to see if Jennifer was home. She didn't seem to be, the house was quiet and I surmised she'd gone over to friend's home down the street. Heading downstairs to hit the computer, I heard a loud groan from the basement. At first I was shaken, thinking a burglar was in the house, but after hearing several other sounds I realized it was a woman's moans...Jennifer?
Yes, I knew it was wrong, I should have left the house. But the moans were too enticing. They called me to come closer. Was she masturbating? Was she there with a boyfriend?
