The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03

... like that." I couldn't help myself, I had to ask. "Who was the first guy, Diane? You know, the first time you drank cum? Just curious."

For just a moment Diane looked like a deer in the headlights, and her cheeks turned red. She shook her head and cleared her throat. "That doesn't matter."

Judging by her sudden awkwardness I took a nasty guess. "Was it Dad?"

Diane grimaced in disgust. "God no! What the fuck, Dickie. I told you about our one time incident. I never drank Dad's cum." She snarled and shook her head as if shaking off a bad memory. "Okay, I did blow him for a couple minutes that time in our college dorm room with Lizzy, but that's all that happened. Lizzy had sex with Dad, but I passed out. I was shitfaced at the time. Hell, I thought I had dreamt it until Lizzy brought it up later, saying we double teamed our own Dad. That did NOT happen." She shrugged and frowned. "It was just one of those drunken sex fiestas that Lizzy always causes. Dad was drunk off his ass, too, so don't blame him. Lizzy was the problem. She is always the problem."

I nodded. "I can believe that. It sounds like Lizzy... fucking psychotic nympho."

Diane chuckled and nodded. " Exactly! Thank you."

"So... then who was your first cum swallow victim?"

Diane's smile vanished. She shrugged and shook her head. "It doesn't matter, Dickie. Let's talk about my plans for building a membership to the sex cl--"

"I want to know, Goddamn it, Di. Be honest with me now. Do not keep me ...

... in the dark. I'm your fucking brother. Was it someone I knew. Maybe that redheaded geek, Dave Cochroach?"

"Cochran! And no, he wasn't my first."

"Then who the hell was it?"

Diane squirmed and let out several halting breaths. She really was too nervous to tell me for some reason.

I sat up in my seat. Gazing intensely into her blinking, nervous eyes, I said, "Diane, you can tell me. I won't judge you. I prom--"

"It was you!" she blurted. "You were my first."

Pulling my head back, thoroughly confused, I let out a scoffing laugh and said, "No I wasn't."

"Yes, you were, Dickie."

"No!" I said, getting annoyed. "I wasn't. I don't know how bad your drinking problem was or what kind of fucked up shit you might have been on, but you and I never--"

Diane had squeezed her eyes shut as I talked. She cut me off, blurting out, "I used to drink all the cum out of condoms I found in the waste bucket in your bedroom!"

I sat there in shock. Condoms were perfect for masturbating when I was living with my parents. I went through dozens of them a week, and used to have to empty that waste bucket myself every couple of days for years. Then one day when I was about twenty, just before I went to college, that waste bucket magically didn't need to be emptied. I had thought the maid had started disposing of all those used condoms, so I had let it go at the time, but I never had to empty it again.

Sometimes I'd throw three or four used condoms in there in one night, but ...