A wife’s story – movie with my brother

But on the Sunday night my husband left for his conference, Patch and I went to a movie and for some reason sat way to the back eating our popcorn.

The theater was an old run-down second-run “palace” that was the go-to place when i was a girl. It was also the place where a boy first put his hand in my panties. Jerome was his name. He rubbed my pussy and then a finger went in. Wow that felt good. Then he said, “Do me too,” which I did til he squirted all over my hand and his undershirt.

Too bad it was my brother I was sitting next to this time, LOL.

The movie was boring and I started a whispered conversation, “Did you ever make out with Connie in here,” I asked in my full imp. He dated her all through high school and whenever he got home from college and I knew darn well they did more than make out.

He looked over at me, amazed at my chutzpah. “Well, … uh, … yes, we did,” he chuckled.

“How far did you get with her?”

“Here? She would let me finger fuck her or reach up under her top and she would jerk me off. One time she got on the floor and gave me a blow job during a movie. But the floor was pretty dirty. She never did that again.”

“Then what?”

“Well, we’d make out in the parking lot or drive over behind that old barn and fuck in the back seat. Boy you ask a lot of questions. OK Pam, what about you?”

“Yeah, Jerome and me would make out back here.”

“Did he get your cherry?”

“Such a question,” i said in mock horror. “But no, Mr. Carlson got that,” I giggled. He’s dead now, so I could tell that.

“Didn’t you babysit for them?”

“No. His wife was dying of early onset Alzheimers that summer, I watched over her so he could work.”

“Oh my!”

“And I took care of his needs most evenings when he got home, hehe. She had a separate room by then and he took my cherry right on their marriage bed.”

“Wow. I bet Jerome was mad about that. I hope Mr. Carlson used a rubber.”

“He had bought some before he seduced me. Anyway, Jerome got over it – I lied about who got there first – and took his liberties later, sometimes even the same night after I left Mr. Carlson’s house. We used condoms, too, until Mommy got me an IUD. Both guys loved that!”

My brother chuckled. Thing was, talking about these things that we’d never shared with each other added to the intimacy of the dark theater. Of course, it wasn’t like we thought either one of us were perpetual virgins.

The movie chugged along. “Did you ever think about having sex with me, Patch?” I was feeling naughty, wasn’t I?

“Pam!!! … Well. …