Chapter 1
It was just after my eighteenth birthday that my parents decided to separate prior to divorcing. They decided that I would be better off if I transferred to a high school closer to my mother's new residence in Yonkers, N.Y. Of course this yanked me away from all my friends and thrust me into a foreign land, or so it seemed to me.
I knew my parents loved me, but after two kids, they really didn't have time or energy for a third. Between my home life, my school life, and no sex life, I wasn't quite suicidal, but I was really fucking depressed. Rebelling at this great injustice, I ran away. Not all that far, after all I only had twenty-seven dollars and thirty-eight cents to my name.
Rebelling was one thing, but I still retained a semblance of common sense and took the train into New York City and then a cab to my sister's apartment on 87th Street in Manhattan.
My sister---Stephie---was six years older than me and worked at Random House, a famous publishing firm in mid-town. She was at work when I arrived, but I let myself in with a key she'd given me when we first learned of our parents plans to separate. Stephie always thought a couple moves ahead of me and probably always would.
Anyway, as I wandered around her apartment I decided to take advantage of being alone and began rummaging through her dresser drawers, sniffing her panties and bras and other unmentionables. I found a pink vibrator next to the DVD player and in the player itself a porno flick that featured mostly 2 guys doing one girl which I promptly slipped into the DVD player and whipped out my dick in order to jerk off to the early scenes.
You may have guessed that being so young my hormones were working overtime and I was jerking off six or seven times a day.
Now the decision to leave my mother's and the travel time had cost me masturbatory time, at least two or three chances and I had a stiffy you wouldn't believe by the time I put Stephie's bra and panties away---although I kept this one pair of black lace panties to sniff while I whacked off while watching the porn.
I had just finished watching the porn flick and returned it to its proper hiding place when Stephie walked in the door.
"Howie, what are you doing here?"
I had no problem telling her everything that had caused me to leave Yonkers behind. Even before I finished telling her, I realized that my sister was a very attractive woman, with breasts and everything, and that I was alone and in close proximity to her. To my horror and embarrassment, my dick responded, as it was prone to doing. I blushed furiously, and felt like a pervert, but Steph didn't seem to notice. She ordered Chinese for dinner and we watched a romantic movie, and then out of politeness, I yawned, said it's been a long day, and she set me up with sheets and a blanket on the couch.
As soon as she left me and went to her bedroom, I jerked off into my dirty t-shirt, with even dirtier images of Steph and her tight black sweater and jeans going through my naughty little head. I felt like a creep doing it, but I was too horny to care.
Stephie kept me busy all day the next day. We went out for breakfast, then came back to the apartment and played video games, then went out for lunch and checked out a couple museums and went for a walk in the park. It was nice out, and Stephie was wearing a light t-shirt that really showed off her perky breasts and a white skirt that I could occasionally almost make out her underwear through. My dick, needless to say, stayed shamelessly hard all afternoon.
Stephie went out for a while in the early evening, leaving me alone in the apartment. I confess that I promptly renewed my snooping and found a twelve pack of condoms with three missing, Woo-Hoo!
I also discovered a couple of dildos and a stash of porno DVD's, which looked highly intriguing. But before I could slip one into the player and find out more, Stephie came home, and I had to scramble to avoid being caught red-handed.
She asked me what I thought of New York, and I told her that I loved it, and wanted to move there after I graduated. She smiled and said "Yeah, it's not for everyone, but I think it suits me really well. I think you'd like living here too."
We ordered a pizza for dinner, and then we went back into Manhattan. A friend of hers was in a band that was playing downtown, and we were going out to hear them play.
I'd never been in a bar before. The band was good, but really loud. I had a beer, which I didn't like very much, and then Stephie got me a rum and coke, which I liked a lot better. There were lots of hot girls in the bar. I liked the Big Apple, and thanked Stephie for showing me around.
"Youhaven't seen anything yet, Howie. It's a really big city with so much to see. We can't eveven scratch the surface on a weekend."
Then as we got out of the cab in front of her place, my life changed.
"Can I ask you a question?" Stephie asked.
"Okay," I said. I was pretty sure I was drunk.
"Do teenage boys really masturbate as much as everyone says they do?"
I turned purple and fell back into the taxi. She pulled me out laughing and paid the cab driver. "I take it that's a YES then?"
I mumbled something, but even I didn't understand what I said. Stephie laughed again.
I started laughing too. I realized I was drunk and laughed even harder.
Stephie pulled me up the stoop to her front door and fumbled for her house keys. "So how many times a day does that add up to?"
"What?" I said already wondering why I was laughing so much.
"So how many times a day do you masturbate?"
"Two or three times a day, usually." I managed to mumble.
"That's not so much." Stephie replied as she got the door open and led me up the stairs to her apartment. "When I was your age, that's about how often I diddled myself; and sometimes even more. And that was--before--I discovered pornography!"
She dropped her keys and then recovered them, letting us into the apartment and closing the door behind her. About that point I realized that she was drunk too.
"So let me ask you something else... Do you stare at the tits of every girl you hang out with; or do you actually think I have nice breasts?"
I turned purple again. I hadn't realized I'd been staring. Or at least I thought I'd been discreet when I was checking her out. But Stephie thought I was going to be sick and rushed me into the bathroom and introduced me to the toilet.
"Don't miss the bowel. It's a big target. Get sick and you'll feel better. I'll give you some aspirin and coffee and that will help too."
I knelt by the toilet but nothing happened. I thought about what my sister had just said. Not about not missing the bowl; about her masturbating several times a day. I remembered the vibrator and the dildos I'd found and knew she still masturbated several times a day. Maybe she was addicted to it! Maybe she wanted to know my habits in order to save me from becoming an addict too!
l was still kneeling in front of the toilet when Stephie returned and helped me to my feet. "Maybe you're not that far gone, Howie."
"I guess I'm addicted sis," I said with a rush as I staggered into the living room.
"Addicted? You mean you take drugs? What kind? How often?"
"What?" I stammered as I sank down onto the couch.
