The Need for Seed Ch. 03

When I was in middle school and she was a sophomore we discovered something. Our mom had given up telling us to 'cut the monkey games.' We both understood that we should be a little less physical around others, but still engaged in idle grappling horseplay almost anywhere we happened to be. I know I would have been shocked and surprised if anyone had suggested the behavior was remotely sexual. It was a old game between siblings.

This day, I had her by the wrists from behind almost absent-mindedly as we went over our mutual school days. High school life fascinated me. Megs was not one of the popular girls, and filled me in on her perspective of teen social iniquities. We were in my room, my head visible over her shoulder as we looked in the mirror over my low dresser. My hands neither held her tight nor did her arms struggle with any real effort.

She twisted one hand up and across her body. It brought my arm around her neck from behind, slipping under her chin. Not really thinking, I tightened the hold and brought my other hand up, still holding her wrist. Much like what Hulk Hogan would call a Sleeper Hold.

She struggled in this new position and I squeezed, pulled her back into an arch. I had begun to relish more these chances to hold her body against mine, now that I was finally stronger than my older sibling.

She went limp. I at least slowed her drop to the carpet. I thought first that she was joking, then feared she was dead, sprawled unconscious half on top of me. A brief horrible thought of telling our parents I'd kill Meghan flashed by. Her eyes fluttered open, slowly focused. She smiled dimly.

"Hi." She sounded so relaxed. Stoned. My heart slowed as I realized she was alright.

"What did you do to me, Mike? That felt really good."

We experimented. I didn't want her to fall again, so I knelt behind her as she sat on the floor. Even going slow, she complained about me hurting her neck and her jaw both before we found the right spot again.

As soon as she slumped unconscious against me I released my grip around her neck. I found my hand cupping her young full breast as she leaned limply back. It was my first brief experience of my hand brimming with a well-filled bra, the lacy texture clear through her shirt.

I had expected lace to be softer, but I hefted her, squeezing inquiringly, knowing this fleeting handful was a milestone. I let my hand slide lower around her before her eyes fluttered open. My sister looked at me in a way I would not see again until I was older and girls wanted to kiss and much more.

Later, I would see the rear naked choke applied properly many times in MMA fights on TV. Fighters would tap out before they dropped unconscious. Even when they didn't tap, they woke up shortly with the ref staring down at them.

I took a few Ju Jitsu lessons, and bought a DVD on choke holds. I learned the difference between breath chokes and blood chokes. With a blood choke like I had lucked into with Meg, cutting off oxygen to the brain can knock a person out in a few seconds.

Soon after that afternoon, my sister was pregnant with asshole Bobby Jenkins. He was eighteen, Meghan barely sixteen. I was fourteen and wanted to kill him, even if he was at least sixty pounds heavier then me and a captain of the football team.

That started a struggle that lasted at least fifteen years, one I hoped was truly over. Any time a Jenkins was involved, assume there'll be drama and strife.

First they denied the baby was his, accusing my sister of being all kinds of whoring slut. Since she did dress differently than most girls in town, her own goth-emo blend, the stories stuck. When our parents bought into those lies, Meg stormed out of the house. She found a space in a shelter and a waitressing job, then a small room to rent. There were State prenatal services she learned about.

Once tests showed the baby, the future Miss Denise, was Bobby Jenkins' after all, talks changed to a possible Spring wedding. Then Bobby, quarterback and bully, rolled his Toyota pick up seven times, drunk and thankfully alone. He had dropped off two other partiers minutes before. With his death, the family efforts changed to taking custody away from the teen girl, before Niecey was even born.

Private eyes followed my sister, filming both secretly and openly. Like a lot of the commercial real estate in the area, the Jenkinses owned the building where her restaurant job was located. They pressured the owner to fire her. He resisted until they upped his rent enough that he had no choice. She found another job, and then another as the Jenkins harassment continued.

The courts confirmed her as a fit mother with full custody other than grandparent visitations. Even though the judge expounded on her remarkable maturity and independence for her age, the family continued to try exerting their control. A talented artist amazing at detailed line work, Meghan had two local shows of her etchings and ink drawings canceled by Jenkins-pulled strings.

After training in her limited spare time for years, while I pitched in watching Niecey, Meg got a spot using her art skills creating tattoos. Chief, the craggy unflappable owner of the shop, had traded her most of her training in exchange for original line art she did, based on custom requests from clients. Chief fought Jenkins threats until they finally dug up some old dirt on him that he couldn't afford to have revealed. The bitterness was clear when he explained why he had to let her go.

I made better money than anyone knew. I lived in a modest house, drove a Hyundai Accent around town. Writing under pseudonyms provided much more income than the stuff under my own name.

I had started a Nevada corporation on a paranoid whim years ago but never moved assets into it. The corporation now bought a small commercial building in town and signed a very long term lease with Meg's new tattoo parlor, MegNz. I cosigned on the loans for her equipment.

Before it was even open, a Jenkins agent was contacting the shell corporation to purchase the property, not knowing their target's brother was the sole owner of Western Properties limited. In their hurry to sign the deal for a ridiculous price, they didn't thoroughly read the attached lease agreement. Late in escrow, their lawyer concluded MegNz had a legally binding right to an unusually low rent for ten years, with an option for twenty more. Western Properties graciously allowed them to buy their way out of the purchase agreement with a fat termination fee. My lawyer said the man Jenkins agent "actually cursed."

The family then tried to bribe the health inspector to close MegNz down, but he was a rare straight shooter and a high school friend of mine who'd always had a crush on Meghan.

The subsequent investigation, including the inspector wearing a wire, sent one Jenkins to jail and left another two on probation thanks to a friendly judge. It also made very public the underhanded tactics they'd been using for years and made MegNz too visible for their further retribution.

By this time, the granddaughter they were supposedly fighting on behalf of was turning fourteen and beginning to be more aware of Jenkins vindictiveness. To Niecey, Grandma had always just laughed away Meghan's versions of events, saying she holds an old grudge. She was "on the drugs and all" for goodness sake.

Much of the town still depended on Jenkins goodwill for their livelihood, or had benefited from their calculated largesse in the past enough to look the other way. But enough people held a grudge against at least one ham-handed member of the clan to appreciate knowing someone had stood up to the family successfully.

Getting a first tattoo at MegNz became almost a rite of passage among these folks, a statement of 'fuck you' at the Jenkinses. Where before, Meg's extreme look had made her out to be almost shunned by the more conservative appearing Midwesterners in town, after the bribery fallout, Meg noticed many more smiles and nods, and even hugs and thanks coming her way.

Until now, the last time I had held my sister from behind and felt her familiar struggle had been four years ago, after MegNz grand opening party. When I had held her from behind and fucked her, finally taking out my lust for my strong, proud, rebel sister. Reveling in her struggles, I had forced myself into her and taken her as I'd always craved.


Next: Chapter 4, A Grand Opening and a Tattoo Revealed