Jan 272009
For Down the Rabbit Hole Day I offer this:
speeding down the frontage road of 290 in a red convertible john mused my sister had a cock like a baked potato. he dangled precariously over the door. which reminds me, he diverged, you know how when you’re in cross country, they say you should run like you have a baked potato on your forehead?
no, i replied, a bus coming dangerously close to his head.
it helps you find the wall of pain. he was quiet for a second as he turned a corner. the first time i saw my sister’s cock was freshman year during recess.
* * * *
dressed in homemade bellbottoms and a patchwork shirt, addy would play her bongos by the trampoline on the playground. a blunt hung from her lips like soft cereal hung from gramma’s. she sang tunelessly her version of hotel california:
come and take a hit off my joi-oint
only ten dollars
(only ten dollar)
plus some change
you’ll be so high you won’t believe it
seniors there’s a bit of surcharge attached so it’ll be eleven dollars but hey! hello freshmen! first jump is free. yeah yeah, see you on the streets.
john and jeremy hung on the monkey bars, fascinated by addy’s balls and her business aplomb.what do you think of my sister? john asked jeremy.
she ‘s ok, he noncommittally commented.
woooly steve popped up behind the boys. they could hear his felt cap itching. dark talon! he exclaimed. when wooly steve’s eyes got wide like that it meant he was in love. what about janice? john asked.
he shrugged.
i can’t believe my sister is your back-up hippie!
he shrugged again, like california. john went to addy for the lunch money she had bullied from him earlier. their mom would give her what-for if he fainted in english class. before john could beg, science teacher howard hesseman, his long hair rustling in the trees approached the siblings. i need one of you to show me your cock. he said without preamble. it’s for my afternoon class.
yeah. right. here ya go, addy said dropping her trousers. john stared. he was unsettled by the wave of jealousy he felt. how could his sister be better hung than he was? her cock was bulbous and long tapering down to a mushroom head. uncut. of course. there was no denying its resemblance to an idaho russet. herman hesseman snapped a few shots, then said, see ya in chemistry.
* * * *
i found out later mom’s was like an acorn squash. i stared incredulously. dad told me, john explained.
can you keep your eyes on the road, please? i asked, wondering how i could get addy’s phone number from him. and a stick of butter.
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