Bible Belt - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Bible Belt - Part 2

... you, they’re acting like they do around family. It’s like trying to imagine your father getting in trouble at work, or your mother during sex. It’s a part of their life that you’d never see, them behaving in a whole different dynamic to the one you see them in. But had I imagined my sister on a date, it definitely would have been nothing like this. Like I said, my sister isn’t the giggly type, but I’d always gotten the impression she really liked Brad—a bit of nervousness or something would have made sense. Instead, she pulled up outside his house, got out of the car, sat in the passenger seat, and waited patiently for him to come out of the house. No tooting of the horn, no getting out to see him, nothing. I was hidden in the back seat, under some old blankets we kept in there for picnics and stuff. As long as I didn’t sneeze or wriggle around, they wouldn’t see me, and I’d piled everything in such a way that I had a small but clear view of the front seats. I was counting on them not getting into the back seat to fool around—I figured my sister wasn’t that kind of girl. A bit dumb, in retrospect, considering she had somehow become the kind of girl who gave her brother oral sex each and every night. If I thought my sister’s behaviour was weird while waiting for Brad, (which I did) it got even weirder when he got into the car. Neither of them said anything—no “hi”, no “how are you”, no “what do you want to do tonight?” Instead, he got into the car, made eye contact with ...

... her, and clicked once. Anne didn’t say anything or visibly move, but you could sense that her eyes had unfocussed again. Brad snapped his fingers once more, and she slumped back in the car seat like she was asleep. Hidden under an old picnic blanket in the back seat, I was freaking out. What had Brad done to my sister?? Was she drugged, dead, sick? Should I do something? If he clicked his hands at me, would I collapse as well? My brain was running at a million miles a second, while Brad drove the car at a much more reasonable pace. I couldn’t quite see where we were going, but after about ten minutes I realised we were well out of town. Just as I was about to leap out of the blankets and confront Brad, for (I assumed) drugging my sister and driving her out of town to date-rape her, he stopped the car, and Anne woke up. Well, “woke up” isn’t the right term for it. She still had that weird, glassy, unfocussed feel to her, but she definitely sat up, and made eye-contact with Brad again. “Anne.” Brad’s voice was...it wasn’t like I’d ever heard him talk before. It was deeper, rich. It was like...you know that black guy who plays Darth Vader? Take his voice, and combine it with the black guy who plays God in that Jim Carrey movie. Brad was white, but his voice sounded like a deep, rich, smooth black guy’s voice. I was confused and furious, but even I would have trusted that voice. “Anne,” he said. “Anne, you feel sexy.” For the first time on the date, my sister spoke. Well, moaned. ...