Back in those good ol' days of Rock 'n' Roll I swear that we played our music louder -- even louder, than we do now. Perhaps that was just because I in particular couldn't afford decent earphones but whatever the reason, we'd turn the sound up high enough to rattle the roofs and windows -- and then wonder why it was that we all had troubles with our hearing years later!
But in those days of the 1970s and onwards we were happy doing 'our thing' whenever we had freedom to do so. I had my collection of tapes that I treasured above much else -- hell, I can still remember so many of them. AC/DC, Atomic Rooster, Black Sabbath, Def Leppard, Iron Maiden, Steppenwolf, Thin Lizzy, Hawkwind, Judas Priest, Deep Purple and so many more. Van Halen, Whitesnake, Girlschool, Spinal Tap, Metallica -- even Ozzy Osbourne...
I seemed to live with my little earphones plugged into my tape deck too, but the sound was tinny and feeble and I much preferred to have the sounds of music surrounding me.
But the overriding requirement was that our parents were out otherwise the volume had to be kept way down. Fortunately for me, Dad was away at his work all day and as Mum was a member of various clubs, from bridge to swimming, she too went out quite frequently as well as going out on her regular grocery shopping outings. Dad also took my sister Debbie with him most days so Mum was my only hindrance so as soon as she said she was going out I'd be sorting through my tapes to create my play list for the next hour or two.
Of course Mum didn't go out every day but at least she seemed to head off pretty regularly on some outing or errand so I was able to enjoy my regular dose of a full hundred and twenty decibels of sound shaking the house and my brain along with the heavy bass thumping that you could feel right through your body.
Oh yes, those days of idleness and music! Idleness, because having left college I still hadn't selected a career or even found a fill-in job, much to Dad's annoyance. It was his income that kept me at home, supporting me in the days of my lazy teenage -- me and my sister actually because neither of us contributed to the household income. Mind you, I wasn't actually even a teenager any more now I'd just had my twentieth birthday.
My sister was one of my major irritants -- she was no great fan of heavy thumping music disturbing her peace and even threatened to chuck all my tapes away if I played my music too loud while she was at home. However, as she disappeared into town with Dad each morning and returned with him each evening she gave me a fair bit of peace. She also had her friends who she'd visit in the evenings so her absence was almost expected and was certainly preferred.
It wasn't that we didn't get along together but when she was home I always had to keep the sound down and my earphones on. It was either that or suffer her wrath, which wasn't a pleasant sight. To top that off, once she was riled she'd then complain to Mum or Dad about my noise and my laziness after which I'd be lectured to by at least one parent at meal time while she'd smirk smugly at me.
Despite her objection, I wasn't alone in my love of heavy metal because it seemed that most of my mates were in the same boat.
On the occasions when we'd meet up we'd talk incessantly about our favourite groups and just once in a while I might end up visiting one or other of them for a heavy metal session. Occasionally too, although rarely, one or more of my pals might drop round to see me at home. If the coast was clear then we'd let the music loose but those moments seemed to be few and far between. We were all in the same situation so if it wasn't a shortage of cash for fares then it would be the presence of someone's parents that became a hindrance.
More often than not therefore, I'd be on my own to enjoy my music and that was actually what I really preferred because the sounds were more than just music; the pounding beat created an erotic gonad-shaking atmosphere around me.
Sure, the music was good but it was those heavy penetrating vibes that shook the walls that were the best part because they would also stir my sexual being, causing my glands to shiver, my balls to quiver and my cock to rise. On those days when I was alone, when my buddies and my family were noticeable only by their absence, I liked nothing better than to strut around my room in my noisy moments of musical mayhem, knowing I was alone. Every time I knew for certain that Mum had gone out I'd soon be playing my own kind of air guitar on my roused and erect penis!
It had quickly become a habit, immediately I knew I was on my own, to undress and to jerk my cock into submission to the vibrant sounds of heavy metal. I became so good at it that I could time my arousal so as to bring myself off during the course of a song or if it was an extended jam session then I might often manage a second cumming.
In my guise as a heavy metal rock star I'd strip off, strut my stage, show off my moves -- and then shower my audience with the fruit of my balls!
My target was always my full length mirror on my wardrobe in front of which I'd posture, thrusting my hips and my cock forwards, eventually letting loose my cum to watch it splatter on the glass in a cascading finale of orgasmic arousal and release.
Then we moved.
Dad had some kind of promotion and they sold the house and bought another one -- somewhat larger than the old house but considerably more isolated. Suddenly we had no neighbours within half a mile and suddenly my spirits rose as I realised that I could now play my music even louder and even more often!
Not only that, as Mum now had a half hour drive into town so her shopping trips took even longer while my sister continued to disappear into town with Dad. At least that's how it was for several months and my love of heavy metal, of loud music and of posturing cum-shows grew even further.
And then my sister stopped going into town with Dad and now seemed to lurk in every corner. As if to annoy me further Mum too began to stay at home more often now.
"It's awkward now, living out here," she told me, "That drive into town is a bit of a pain so I've given up some of my clubs. I'll still go in on Tuesdays though -- oh and shopping day of course and I might pop into town if I need something."
I seethed quietly as I saw my fun dying away but my annoyance must have shown through because Mum stroked my arm sociably.
"Never mind darling," she said, "I don't mind your music just so long as it isn't too loud."
Not above fifty decibels in other words but at least she would still go into town occasionally.
The routine presence of Mum and now the almost constant presence of my sister quickly stopped me from playing music loudly and disabled my musical orgasms too. It was more than a little irritating and frustrating and I confronted my sister about her being at home so much.
"I've finished my course," she said as she explained why she was still home after Mum had gone out, "In case you didn't notice I've been doing a secretarial course; that's why I was going in with Dad every day."
She mimicked her fingers bouncing up and down.
"You know, typing and all that and it's finished now," she said.
"Are you getting a job then?" I asked hopefully but my sister now looked downcast.
"I wish. I've been looking everywhere," she said sadly, "But there's not much around and now we live out here I can't get into town on my own either, can I."
She looked as annoyed as I felt.
"And if anyone thinks I'm cycling all that way to work they're joking," she added, "So I'm here for now, with you."
No way could either she or I afford a car or motorbike and buses were rare enough to be extinct and I now realised that I was in the same predicament. The difference between us however was that while my sister was trying to find work I was doing my best to avoid it.
"Oh what!" I answered, feeling the irritation between us and especially in me, "So you'll be stuck here and you won't be seeing your friends either?"
"When I can, of course, but yeah, I'll be stuck here a lot," she said testily, "I'll just be seeing them less often, that's all."
She turned away from me then twisted her head around and stuck out her tongue at me.
"So you'll just have to put up with me, won't you!" she added, "I do live here you know."
"Suppose you do," I said moodily, "It's just that...."
"Don't worry, dear brother," she added, interrupting me with a smirk, "I'll still go out with Mum when I can. At least then I'll be able to get away from you and you'll be on your own so you can enjoy your music and wank all you like!"
I looked at her with my mouth gaping like a fish as her audacity and the revelation of her knowledge spilled out. How the hell did she know?
She stuck her tongue out again and then retreated to her room quickly before I could even think of a suitable retort.
Speaking of my sister, I really should introduce her to you since she's pivotal to this story. She's called Debbie. She's 19 and she's a fairly willowy blonde -- willowy as in having slim hips and legs but far from willowy once you reach her tits. She's so generously stacked that anyone would think she was wearing some kind of padding but I can assure you that her tits are real. I know because I've seen them!
I mean, living together means that we've both -- well everyone in the family -- has seen every other family member nude occasionally. My sister and I often seem to bump into each other as we move between bedrooms and the bathroom and because she's a good looking female I've done my best to see as much of her body as possible. So I've most definitely seen her completely naked on more than one occasion so I know all about her tits, and the rest of her body for that matter.
Her bra says she's a size 34C but as I've obviously never touched her tits I can only say that each of her breasts would make a lovely double handful. That's considerably more than Mum carries, not that I'm complaining about Mum's body either because she's pretty good looking too, to be honest. I know too that Deb's pussy has a healthy covering of curly golden pubes and that her arse is damn near perfect -- to my way of thinking anyway.
