My Sister the Nun

My Sister the Nun Ch.1

Robert English peered out the window of the speeding train. It was taking him home for the first time in eight years. Now at twenty-nine years old, he felt strong enough to take on the parents who had almost driven him insane. As he looked out the window, it didn’t seem that the train was moving, as much as the scenery was moving passed the train.

He wondered how his brothers, James and Eric were fairing. Jimmy had been married the year before Robert had left. Eric, however who was only sixteen at the time, had remained at home while Robert opted to escape and go west. He had always felt guilty about leaving them, especially Eric. The train trip turned out to be a long and tedious one with a long layover in Chicago. He probably should have flown, but his fear of flying wouldn’t let him. Actually Robert wasn’t afraid of flying; as much as he was afraid of crashing.

It was now October 17th, and September 11th was just two months ago. Who knows what those Muslim screwballs had planed now. Them and their seventy-two virgins. A lot of good the virgins would do the idiots, when they are dead.

Well it wouldn’t be long now. The conductor had just announced they would be pulling into Cincinnati in fifteen minutes. He wondered if anyone would be at the station. If they weren’t he would take a cab. Robert grabbed his two suitcases and moved through the train car toward the exit.

As the train pulled into the station Robert saw his brother Eric standing on the platform. He was pleased he hadn’t forgotten him. Eric was easy to spot, as he towered over everyone else by at least three inches, and was wearing a very tight fire engine red t-shirt that accentuated his massive physique.

Climbing down the stairs, he waived at his brother and yelled,

“Eric … Over here.”

With a quick stride, Eric ran to his brother and threw his arms around him.

“I’m so glad you are home Bob, Mom has been nuts for a week worrying that you might not show up.”

“Yah … I’m here. God Eric you look great. You been working out?”

“Everyday! I can bench my own weight now; 215 lbs. Maybe we can get to the gym before you leave.”

“That would be great. How are Jimmy and Dad?”

“Jimmy and Erin are in the middle of a divorce, and Dad? Well you know Dad. He doesn’t change much. The only thing he talks about is the weather, Mom’s crummy meatloaf and the Bengals. If he didn’t have his football every year, there would be no living with him.”

“What about you kid? What’s going on besides the gym?” asked Robert as Eric pushed Robert’s suitcases into the backseat of his Volkswagen Bug.

“Well do you remember Darla? Darla Peek?”

“Yes, of course. I used to call her “Peek a boo”. She really hated that,” Robert laughed.

“I took her to the senior prom. We danced and made out on the floor of the Boy’s Gym, until the teachers raised hell. They said that we were dancing too close. I can’t understand what the problem was; we were both adults. Who knows, maybe they were right. Darla was rubbing her crotch on my leg, and I was rock hard. It’s difficult to dance like that, yah know?”

“I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been there once or twice myself. So what happened?”

“Darla laid her head in my chest in the middle of a slow dance to “Earth Angel”; and whispered, ‘Eric I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk any more.”

“You’re kidding me. Little “peek a boo” your tomboy buddy, you have known since elementary school?”

“Yah, but she ain’t no tomboy no more.”

“Double negative Eric; maybe triple. How the hell did you ever graduate high school?”

“Football! They couldn’t keep me, ‘cus one of the coaches, Mr. Dantonio wanted me to play for the “Bearcats”.

“You’re at the University of Cincinnati?”

“Yah, but Dad won’t be happy until I’m playing for the Bengals.”

“Face it kid; Dad will never really be happy!”

“I guess. So I was at the dance with Darla. She has the sweetest ass I have ever seen. Well she was humping my leg again and two of the Lesbo girl’s gym teachers ordered us out of the dance. Like I gave a shit. We got in the car and drove around town looking for a motel, but it was graduation night and everywhere we went, all we saw was No Vacancy signs.

Darla was as hot as a summer in Panama and really wanted to fuck, so we went to Miller’s creek, and parked under a grove of trees with the rest of the kids who couldn’t get a room. Darla got out of the car, and pulled her panties off. I sat where you are sitting and she got back in and sat on my lap, looking down at me smiling. Bro she has such a tight pussy.”

Robert squirmed a little, knowing his brother and peek-a-boo, were fucking where he was now sitting.

“I slid my cock into her tight little quim, grabbed her bare ass with both hands and fucked her for two hours. She must have cum six or eight times, all over the pants of my rented tux. Man the people at the tux shop were pissed and started cussing me out in Chinese. I gave them an extra ten bucks for the stains. It was worth it. I told the guy at the tux shop that he should at least give the pants a whiff, ’cause Darla’s pussy smell was all over them. She has the best cunt smell ever.”

“You not come back no more.” the Chinese guy told me.

Robert couldn’t help but laugh at his little brother’s adventures on prom night. He was rough, but he had a way of telling a story that made you sit up and listen.

“So? Are you and Darla still dating, if you can call it that?”

“Naw!