Dorsai

Eight is enough

1

As he lay in bed, 14-year-old Jeremy Whittier reflected once again how lucky he was.

With an older sister, two younger brothers, and no less than 4 younger sisters, he knew that having his own bedroom was pretty much the luck of the draw. His folks had gotten married shortly after high school, and it hadn't taken them long to have all the kids Jeremy figured any couple could want.

First had been his older sister Dawn; he'd come along just ten months after her. Eleven months later, his mom had his twin sisters Brittany and Bethany; another ten months, and Joanna was brought home. Less than a year after that, Colby and Carla made their appearance, followed just nine months later by the youngest, Tracy.

It wasn't until he got old enough to understand all the stuff his folks had taught him about how babies were made that he really understood why Mom and Dad thought it was so funny when they talked about deciding that Dad needed to get 'fixed' after Tracy had been born.

With his folks only having high school diplomas, that meant that both of them had to work to support such a big family. They still managed to make enough to meet the needs of so many kids, and even somehow spent enough time at home that Jeremy knew that both of them loved him and his siblings. Even so, Jeremy and Dawn – as the oldest – were called on to watch out for and take care of all the rest a lot of the time. From the time he spent at various friends houses, Jeremy knew that he and Dawn and all the rest got along a LOT better than most sets of brothers and sisters. It wasn't perfect (not by a LONG shot!), but definitely better; still, if he or Dawn 'got' something on the other, neither was afraid to use (but not ABuse) it to their advantage. He could only figure that it was because there were so many of them, and that they were all so close in age: Dawn had turned fifteen a few months before; the rest of them were spaced in almost yearly increments behind her – Jeremy at 14, Brittany and Bethany were 13, Joana was 12, Colby and Carla at 11, with Tracy recently turning a precocious 10.

While thinking about all of that, Jeremy felt a little bladder pressure that told him he'd forgotten to visit the bathroom before he went to bed. Well, with eight kids sharing just one bathroom (his folks had their own, accessed from their bedroom), it was easy enough to do – and easy enough to correct, now that everyone had been in bed for half an hour; even longer in the case of Colby, Carla, and Tracy.

Throwing the covers back, Jeremy got out of bed and made his way toward the bathroom wearing only the undershorts that he wore to bed; with so many kids in the house, they simply didn't have the time for any false modesty – or, truth be told, the money for all those bathrobes.

As he got close to the bathroom door, Jeremy saw that Dawn had failed to get her bedroom door to latch shut. The door frame was a trifle warped (something his Dad kept meaning to fix, but never quite got to), so the door had to be pushed hard to get it to latch. That same warpage would cause the door to open perhaps a inch or so. Not enough to deny Dawn any visual privacy, but certainly enough to let sound through. And that was just what Jeremy discovered happening when he got close enough: what first sounded like Dawn was suffering a stomach-ache, or some other malady. But when he stopped and listened to it again, it didn't take Jeremy long to realize that although the noise had first sounded like Dawn was in pain, it now sounded like maybe it was something else. When he heard it for a third time, it was different enough that Jeremy figured that he should maybe find out just what was causing Dawn to make those noises.

Easing the door open a little farther, Jeremy was able to stick his head into her room – and what he saw left him stunned and speechless: Dawn way laying stark naked on top of her bed covers, one hand squeezing one of her breasts while the other was busy between her spread thighs!

Though he'd discovered the pleasures of masturbation many months before, it still took him a minute to realize that what Dawn was doing was the girl version of what HE did. And with that understanding, there wasn't a damn thing he could have done to prevent his cock from tenting the front of his shorts! Even while his mind was reconciling the differences between what he did and what Dawn was doing, his eyes were taking in the view his older sister was presenting to him: her medium-sized breasts with small, dark areolas and nipples and the dark wedge of hair where her fingers were busily dancing at the top of her readily visible cleft. Jeremy could only stand there, mesmerized by the sight, as Dawn continued to pleasure herself.