I’d known Chad for almost my entire life. I knew most of his secrets and he knew most of mine. Even if he couldn’t help me, it might be therapeutic to tell him my story. My plan was to stay as close to the truth as possible without revealing it was my mother who I sort of fucked.
The next day I managed to get to him alone and I related my story. I concocted a story about me sleeping over at a friend’s house and having an accidental encounter with this friend’s naked sister, who then lured me into her bedroom and spread her legs for me. In my story the sister then told me how much she loved to fuck and that I should try it with her. I told him that I got in bed with her and between her legs, but that when I pushed my cock inside her, she slapped me in the face and told me to get out of her room.
Chad’s reaction was not quite what I expected.
“You’d better not be talking about MY sister” he hissed, his eyes flashing with anger and his body tensing up as if he was ready to punch me in the face.
I quickly reassured him, surprised by this unexpected burst of hostility. “No man, of course not. I can’t say who it is, but she is older than me”
“I am older than you” he said, hinting at the fact that his twin sister would also be older than me.
“No, I mean like a LOT older”
He looked at me for a while, searching for evidence of me planning to get inside his sister’s pants. There was a fierce anger burning in his eyes, but it faded quickly as he apparently found no sign of me wanting to defile his sister.
“Okay then. Because if you were, I’d have to kill you”
“Yeah right”
Again, I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. For a moment I feared he wasn’t joking and might actually hurt me.
“I swear. Honestly, it’s not her. Relax”
“Okay.”
“Right”
He sat down and sipped from his glass of coke. He was thinking for a moment, mulling over the story I told him.
“So, this girl came to you naked and just asked you for sex?” he asked matter-of-factly. If he had any doubts about the truthfulness of my account, he didn’t show it.
“Not exactly, I walked in on her. Accidentally”
“Naked?”
“She, not me”
“And then she asked you to fuck her?”
“I couldn’t believe it either.”
“So, did you?”
“Of course. Didn’t get far though”
“Because that’s when she slapped you?”
“Yes. Quite hard too”
“Wimp”
I punched him in the shoulder. A little too hard, but he deserved it.
“Chill, dude, just kidding! Anyway, do you want to know what you did wrong?”
I sat down again and waited for him to enlighten me.
“Do you remember my dad’s magazines?”
Of course, I remembered them. We were mere boys when Chad discovered his father’s hidden collection of erotic magazines. A three feet high pile of the finest smut ever created before the invention the internet. Not only were there lots of old playboys, but also European magazines that showed absolutely every detail of the female body and all the nastiest kinds of sex imaginable. Over the years, my friend had made a small fortune lending the dirty mags to our mates in school, but I could borrow them all for free. I studied them all, multiple times. It was great jack-off material, but I just couldn’t fathom how a stack of dirty magazines was going to help me get into my mother’s panties.