By Kahuntwm
Copyright 2022 by Kahuntwm, all rights reserved
* * * * *The Family Tradition, Ch. 5
by kahuntwm1588@outlook.com
Now
fifteen, Garrett Cross returned to his home. He had been living with
his aunt Holly and her four daughters on the horse ranch but his aunt
and his four cousins had moved to the town where Garrett and his family
lived so Garrett was able to keep his close relationship with them.
At home, Garrett returned to his old bedroom which he left when he was
thirteen. He liked his old room because it was next to the bedroom of
his twin sister, Judy. His three older siblings, the triplets Rocky,
Kim and Betty, were now twenty years old and had moved out of the house
to live with their fraternity brothers and sorority sisters near the
campus of their college.
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It felt weird moving back with my parents. The situation that caused me
to leave and live with Aunt Holly had now dissipated. I was getting
along very well with my parents, Jack and Judy Cross. Living the CFNM
lifestyle while at the ranch brought us all closer together. Now that
my family members had seen me nude - seen me a lot when nude - their
attitudes toward me had become very warm and loving.
I was sorry
that Rocky, Kim, and Betty were no longer living at home but they lived
close enough that we saw them often. Things were going very well. They
were about to get better.
One Saturday morning the weekend after I returned home, dad and mom called Judy and me to the living room.
“We wanted to talk to you both about something,” Dad said, “and ask something of you.”
“Is it going to cost me money?” I asked.
“No, my son, it will not,” he answered laughingly. “Your mom will explain.”
“Garrett, dear,” mom began, “you father and I will always regret how we
neglected you - emotionally speaking - in the years before you escaped
us by living with Aunt Holly.”
“That’s okay, mom,” I said, sort of welling up in tears. Judy took hold of my hand.
“It really is not okay, my boy,” she said with a sweet smile. “However,
we cannot undo what we have done, but we can make up for it. We just
love having you back here with us and we love you even more, if
possible, for the forgiveness you have offered us.”
“I never lost my love for you,” I said, “even if it had been possible to do so.”
“I know - that is why dad and I feel that we betrayed you, in that
sense. But you know what confirmed our belief that if we reformed our
horrible neglect of your needs, and that you would return to us in your
heart?
“What was it?” I asked cautiously.
“The fact that you would allow us to see you naked. That meant to us that you trusted us and loved us.”
“What I loved,” Judy piped in, “was the look you gave me - a look of
embarrassment and of love, when you lowered your towel. That was so
sweet and so cool. And you look adoringly cute.” She squeezed my hand
more tightly and I squeezed her hand.
“Oh, my beautiful son,”
mom said, “you looked so cute standing there, letting us see, up close,
your bonny, pretty sex. That was so special.”
Now I began to blush profusely and Judy laughed at me and kissed my burning cheek.
“So, son,” dad said, “we want to continue the CFNM while we are at the
house. Obviously, when visitors arrive, you will put on your clothes.”
I was a bit stunned but I shouldn’t have been surprised. Then dad asked Judy if this idea was okay with her.
She looked at me when she said “Garrett is my twin and I love him and I especially love him when he is naked.”
“Now, Judy, if you feel awkward doing this,” Dad continued, “then you
don’t have to. But we hope you say ‘yes’ because we love you so very
much and you are so pretty when you are naked.”
I was very
used to the CFNM concept and I did like it. Who wouldn’t enjoy and want
to be praised by his family, especially when they are praising your
nude body? I suppose that makes me a very vain person, but aren’t we
all a little vain about ourselves? Don’t we all want people to like our
sexual parts? Isn’t it a problem for most boys when dating girls,
wondering what your date will think of your cock and balls? What if the
girl is disgusted by what she sees?
“Judy,” mom said, “we also
would like to include you in this time of nudity. We would like you to
be naked whenever your brother is nude.”
Judy was a little
stunned by this and now it was my turn to hold her hand. But I knew she
would say ‘yes’ because she and I had already been naked together. I
think her concern was that her father would see her nude.
Dad,
of course, knew this would be an issue, and so he called her over to
him. She tentatively walked over to him and without further ado, he
unbuttoned her blouse and slipped down her shorts. Mom and I were
silent and just watched this tender moment between a father and his
fifteen year old daughter. He turned her toward me so that I could see
her profile. She looked at me with a peaceful and tender face.
When dad removed her bra, we all could see how she had developed in the
past few years. Of course, I had just had a naked study session with
her a day or so before and I knew how wonderful her bosoms were, more
fully developed and just as soft and pert as they could be. Soon, dad
removed her panties and I could see him just stare at his daughter’s
vagina, lightly covered by her pubic hairs. God, she was just perfect.
Her skin was silky smooth and her breasts fit her body perfectly - not
too large and not too small. The only part of her that interrupted the
flow of her body were her two nipples and her light pubic hairs that
protected her sex. She presented an absolutely perfect picture of
female beauty and I had to look away for fear I would get hard.
When she came back and sat next to me on the sofa, I couldn’t take my
eyes off my sister’s love nest and then had to quickly look away. Mom
just laughed. Judy and I remained naked for the rest of the day. At
dinner our parents announced that they had signed all of us at the
Children’s Nudist Camp (that wasn’t its official name but that was what
it was). Parents had to attend but only children up to the age of
eighteen would be nude. A perfect concept because as much as parents
wanted to see their growing offspring naked, their children seldom
wanted to see their moms or dads naked, especially when the children
were teenagers. Although, I have to admit, there were times that I
wished mom and I could be naked together.
That day when Judy and I
disrobed in front of our parents became a day of precious memory for
all four of us. And while there was no sex, as such, both dad and mom
gave me tight hugs, and each, for a second or two, fondled my sex organ
and my ass.
They did the same with Judy and she later told me
that when mom, and especially when dad, rubbed her vulva and pubic
mound, she nearly fainted at their loving touch. A special moment
indeed.
The next weekend was also a special one for all of us.
Grandpa Joe and Grandma Flo wanted all of us to stay at their house for
the weekend. And our older siblings, the triplets Rocky, Kim, and
Betty, were invited. Rocky and I would share one bedroom, the three
girls would share the large room, and mom and dad had their space in
the small bedroom. Judy and I didn’t know it but she and I were going
to be on display once again.
You would think that since all
these people had seen me naked for an extensive amount of times over
the past two years that I would be immune to embarrassment. Perhaps it
was because this was a different venue, or perhaps because our nudity
was the whole purpose of the visit that I was very embarrassed the
whole time.
For my twin sister, she was very embarrassed
because her older siblings, the triplets, had never seen her naked
before. On top of that, they all were twenty years old and she saw them
as adults. Her grandparents had never seen her naked and that caused
her to be embarrassed. And I think that her acute embarrassment flowed
into me and I was embarrassed for her.
So when we all had
arrived and settled down for the weekend, dad brought everyone into the
living room and had them sit and get relaxed (i.e. have a drink or
two).
“Rocky,” dad said, “would you do the honors of disrobing your brother?”
Rocky was proud of his homosexuality. While I was living with Aunt
Holly, he had come out to our family and was loved and accepted for who
and what he was. Dad knew he would jump at the chance to strip his
younger brother. So, he brought me up to the front and Rocky proceeded
to strip me, slowly.
When finally I was nude, Rocky said
“Isn’t my little bro, Garrett, just as pretty as he could be?” I liked
the comment but would have preferred ‘handsome’ not ‘pretty.’ But
everyone in the room thought I was very cute. And I liked being so
admired. But the comments became rather personal and I believe those
comments were what made me so embarrassed.
Grandma Flo shouted
out that my penis was beautifully formed and guessed that I was three
inches (soft), which I knew was a good guess. My sister Betty praised
my testicles and Kim yelled out that she hoped she would get a lot of
nephews and nieces ‘out of those balls.’ My parents and grandparents
were loving my embarrassments.
I understand how Judy felt
when her sisters, Kim and Betty, were assigned to strip her. When she
was standing in front of her family stark naked, she blushed at seeing
her parents, grandparents, and siblings stare at her and in particular,
at her sex. I felt bad for her but she was so beautiful to look at -
the perfect female body.
I knew that she and I would be
required to stay naked for the weekend so I impulsively got up and
brought her to the sofa so she and I could sit. And then, something
remarkable happened. All the family members began treating us as
normally as they usually did when we were dressed. We weren’t treated
as something special but as members of the family - loved and cherished
as each family member was loved and cherished. The only difference was
that we were the only two completely nude. And unlike other times,
there was no ‘touching’ of our exposed sex parts. Later Judy told me
how relieved she was that no one touched her. I did not tell her how
disappointed I was that no one touched me. I guess I was really liking
being the only one (or as this weekend, part of the only two) naked. It
just made me feel special and loved.
The following weekend,
however, was very different. It was the first time that my parents took
Judy and me to that nudist camp where only the children under eighteen
were allowed (i.e. ‘required’) to be nude. It was weird for me. After
being embarrassed that my family had seen me naked, and then feeling
special because my family liked seeing me naked, I found myself feeling
embarrassed that people whom I didn’t know would be seeing me naked.
And Judy and I would not be the only ones naked. Kids our age would be
in the nude. And I found myself feeling foolish that Judy would be able
to compare my genitals with those of other boys.
So I did have
some surprises. One, I could see my genitals compared positively with
the genitals of the nine or ten boys who were in my age group (14-17).
Some had penises longer than mine but as Judy said to me when we were
walking around, my genitals fit me perfectly. Two, I did encounter one
person I knew and she caused me the most embarrassment that I had
suffered yet.
Mrs. Marshall was my favorite teacher - she was
my current English teacher and my drama teacher. Before I moved to a
different school while living at aunt Holly’s ranch, I had Mrs.
Marshall as a sixth grader. While I spent my middle school years at a
school near the ranch, Mrs. Marshall had moved on to the high school
where my parents lived. I was now entering my freshman year at my
previous school and was overjoyed that she would be my English teacher
and my drama coach. I sort of loved her and she clearly took a strong
interest in me.
But as much as I loved her, I also was very
interested in her daughter, also a freshman and who shared her mother’s
name, Karen. She was as beautiful as my sister Judy and my cousin
Fanny. Since I had returned to the school, I had become close to Karen
to the point we were going steady. I really liked her - we talked a
lot, she was very kind, she had a big heart, and we shared many common
interests.
But I also wanted to see her naked. Who wouldn’t?
She was as pretty and cute.. But at the nudist camp, I didn’t run into
her - no such luck - but into her mom.
Mrs. Marshall was just
standing there, in a bathing suit like all the adults, talking to a
friend of hers. I was, of course, naked. I quickly covered my genitals
as she turned around and said, “Oh, my gosh, my favorite student
Garrett.”
“Hi, Mrs. Marshall,” I said weakly and in shock.
She ignored my nudity and leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on my
cheek. She never did that in school! “I didn’t know you were a member
at this camp.”
“My first time here - my parents are at the
clubhouse, and Judy is around her somewhere.” Then it dawned on me that
if Mrs. Marshall was here, then her daughter Karen was here, and very
naked, I would guess. Mrs Marshall then put her arm around my shoulder
and while I continued to cover my genitals, she walked me over to a
more private corner and sat on a chair. There was no other chair so I
just stood there in front of her.
“It’s so nice to see my students outside of school - especially my most favorite freshman,” she said.
“It’s good to see you,” I weakly replied, not really knowing what to
say. After all, I was standing in front of my teacher completely naked
with only my hands covering my cock and balls. She asked me to stand
closer to her. I awkwardly walked closer.
“Now, let us see
what you are so carefully hiding,” she said. She pulled my hands apart
and I began to get beet red. My favorite teacher was looking directly
at my penis and testicles. “Oh, my,” she gushed, “your pretty manhood
is sooooo cute.”
After studying my scrotum and cock, she
looked up and said “Jesus, every part of you is so beautiful. Do you
mind if I just touch your sex a little?”
I did mind but before
I could answer, she encircled my cock with her right hand and massaged
my balls with her left. I could hardly breathe because I was so
overwhelmed at her touch and so amazed that my teacher was cradling my
balls. Nudist camp or not, I never ever dreamed that this would happen.
“I know you and my Karen have become an item. The reason I am
inspecting your balls and cock is that I needed to know that you are
normal down here. And indeed, you are not only normal, you are superior
- the perfect sexual package.
I was by now beyond embarrassment but again, enjoying the compliments. “I think you probably should let go of my….”
“I know, sweetie,” she said, “and I don’t mean to embarrass you but I
do need to know that your sex organ is operable. Just relax. We are
quite alone here.” With that, my teacher began to gently stroke my
penis and, me being me, it did not take long to become fully engaged. I
just went with the flow. I didn’t struggle or move. I just stood there
in wonderment as my favorite teacher gave me one of the greatest
handjobs I would ever experience.
“Oh, my word,”she said as
she used a finger to wipe some precum off my pee slit, “you must be 6”
when hard. Magnificent, simply magnificent.”
Indeed it was -
not my cock as such, but how I felt with her hand stroking my penis.. I
did all I could to not yell out as I ejaculated spurt after spurt of my
semen on my teacher’s face and ample chest. I thought I was going to
faint from the breath defying experience. Mrs. Marshall just laughed at
me and as I recovered, she wiped my cum from her face and tasted it.
“Oh, dear, dear - you look great and you taste great.” At her
suggestion, and since this beach area was deserted, we quickly both
went for a swim to clean ourselves off. Needless to say, she remained
my most favorite teacher of all time.
“And,” she said as I
began to leave her to rejoin the children, “I will see you in the
hallway, in my class, and on stage, and all I will be seeing is you,
all naked with your pretty 6” hard penis.” I continued to work hard in
her classes and in drama but I probably didn’t need to. Bottom line is
that I never got less than an A+. Nudist camp was working out well.
Now, feeling several pounds lighter since my testicles were very empty,
I went in search of Judy and especially Karen. And when I found her, I
had to fight back another hard-on which I didn’t think I could get
after my time with Karen’s mom.. But the naked Karen, with her round
and soft bosoms, and her shaved and completely bald vagina, caused me
to lose that battle. So the first time she saw me naked, she saw me
with a full and pulsating erection.
My twin sister, who knew
my penis well, soft or hard, began to laugh. Judy came over, looked at
my cock, and hung her towel over it. “You do make a good towel rack,
Garrett.”
By now, my embarrassment was so profound that my cock began to lose its vibrance.
The towel slid off and now I was soft, as quickly as I got hard. Karen
could not take her eyes off my sex and I could not take mine off her
sex. Judy, who knew when three was one too many, quietly moved on.
“Gosh, Garrett,” Karen said, “you are so cute. And I love your pubes.”
“Karen,” I replied, “You are so beautiful.” She took my hand and walked
me to an area more private. We just stood there, looking at each other,
up and down. “I love that you do not have pubes”
“Oh, I shaved those off as soon as I got them,” she said. “I didn’t want anything to come between my love nest and your hand.”
I noticed she said ‘your hand’ and not just any hand. She then took my
hand and rested it on her vagina. “It is okay for you to touch.” I
immediately got on my knees and ran my fingers all over her pubic
mound, and then got close enough to smell her sex. I began to get hard.
And she noticed.
She kneeled down and pushed me backwards.
There I suddenly was - sitting on my ass with my legs sprayed open with
my naked friend just staring at everything I kept private. She lifted
my balls up to expose my perineum. “Oh, my gosh,” she exclaimed, “I can
see your butt hole - how cute.”
I panicked and quickly brought
my knees together. Now I felt humiliated. She smiled and pulled her
hand away and said “I am just teasing you. But I wanted to see
everything. And I have and I loved what I saw. But we will stop now.”
We both stood and she placed my hands on her bosoms.
“I like how you massage my tits,” she said. “I know they are not as large as your sisters but my boobs are still growing.”
“They are perfect as far as I am concerned.” I said. “All of you is perfect.”
We had to stop touching each other since some people walked into the
area. The camp had a rule - no touching - but it was not a rule that
was enforced with any vigor. My penis was in its natural state and so
we, hand in hand, walked and joined the others. We ran into my parents.
“Hi, kids,” my dad said with a smile. Both he and mom just looked at
Karen’s and my nudity. “Karen, I don’t mean to freak you out but you
are gorgeous.”
“Thank you, Mr. Cross,” she said. “I love
praise and you do not ‘freak’ me out. I love the whole concept of
nudity. And I think your son is gorgeous, too.”
“I agree with
you,” mom said, causing me to get beet red again. My parents and Karen
laughed at me which embarrassed me even more.
My dad put his
arm around my shoulders and said “You do hang well, my son.” Mom then
put her arm around Karen’s shoulder and the four of us walked around
till we found Karen’s mom and dad.
I wondered if Mr.
Marshall knew that his wife had given me a handjob. I wondered if Karen
knew. My teacher certainly was aggressive with me and, I thought, her
daughter was aggressive with me, also. A family trait? Probably. If so,
I liked that trait. And, I knew that our family tradition of CFNM was,
in its own way, rather aggressive.
Karen’s parents had put
together a picnic and the six of us sat at a picnic table. Mrs.
Marshall sat everyone and I was placed between her and her husband, and
Karen sat between my mom and dad. It must have been an odd sight. Four
parents, each of whom wore a bathing suit, had a naked fifteen year old
teenager sitting between them. I didn’t care and I could see that Karen
certainly did not.
There was, however, a little touching. At
one point, Mrs. Marshall slyly placed her hand on my cock and balls.
And Mr. Marshall showed his approval by placing his hand on top of
hers. It wasn’t long - as soon as my teacher felt my cock getting hard,
she took her hand away. I am not absolutely sure what was going on
opposite me but at several points, I could see my dad’s hand and then,
my mom’s hand, disappear under the table. Were their hands resting on
my girlfriend’s vagina? Probably. Whatever the case, I noticed Karen’s
smile never left her face.
Karen and I became an item soon
after our nudist camps revelations and we remained steady throughout
our high school years. We each experienced lots of embarrassments. The
first time Karen came over to our house after a school day, my mom and
dad insisted that Karen and I, as well as my sister Judy, take off our
clothes. We studied together and we played together and I must say, I
really enjoyed seeing Karen and Judy naked. Watching their boobs flow
really turned me on and I often sported an erection. Each loved to
touch my penis and in return, they each let me touch their vaginas. It
was just innocent fun and they each watched me when I had to relieve my
tension.
One day, however, when mom and dad were both not at
home, Karen gave me a welcomed handjob. Feeling her fingers stroking my
cock and fondling my balls was just the greatest feeling. Judy often
watched and played with my nips while Karen did her magic. In those
days, I produced prodigious amounts of cum and the girls loved to play
with the goo stuff and take a quick taste or two. I never had to clean
myself - my sister and my girlfriend always, using a warm, wet face
cloth, cleaned me up.
And gradually, Karen let my finger enter
her sweet love canal more and more until she would experience a massive
orgasm. And like me, she made a lot of groans and violent actions as
she came. And we finally became a trio when Karen and I helped Judy
experience her own exciting moment. We really were a great trio.
I guess my parents and Karen’s parents guessed what was going on. They
teased us, however, leading to something special. My mom called me to
the living room one Saturday morning. I was still the only one naked
per the CFNM requirements for boys under the age of eighteen. I knew
something was up because my father rested his hands on my shoulders
(even though I was fifteen, I was seven inches shorter than my dad) and
whispered to me “You are so cute.” Such a compliment was very unusual
from my dad as was the kiss he gave me on my forehead.
Mom
indicated that I should sit next to her on the sofa. Once I was settled
in, she rested her hand on my cock and balls. I loved her touch but I
always had to struggle not to get hard.
“You should know that
Karen and her parents are coming over for a long lunch today,” dad
said. I welcomed this news as I loved Karen and really liked her
parents. I was very pleased that my parents got along with her parents
very well. “Her mom and dad are having this same conversation with
Karen as we are today.”
“We all want you and Karen to be naked today - you know - as the ‘only two naked’”, mom said.
“But we aren’t at the nudist camp,” I said, continuing my habit of saying dumb things.”
“But her parents have seen you naked so does it really matter if we are here and not at the camp?” dad asked.
“I guess not, but Mrs. Marshall has been my teacher and will be my
English teacher again this year. Not to mention the director of the
drama productions. I don’t know - it somehow seems more intimate here.”
“That would be the point, Garrett,” mom said. “After all, Mrs. Marshall has already been somewhat intimate with you?”
I knew she was referring to my first meeting at the nudist camp when
Mrs. Marshall gave me one of the great handjobs I have ever
experienced. A few days previous, Karen told me that her mom confessed
to her what had happened. She wasn’t happy but she worked things out
with her mom and with me so there wasn’t too much harm done. I wasn’t
pleased that my parents knew and I was greatly perplexed that mom and
dad seemed to be okay with it.
“Your mom and I are very happy
with how things are going between you and us,” dad said, changing the
subject, “since you returned to us. I believe you are happy, also.”
Of course I was happy. I am getting a lot of love and attention from my
parents that I was not getting in the years before I moved in with Aunt
Holly at the ranch when I was thirteen. The fact that as dad was
talking, mom’s hand was still resting on my naked sex organ.
“So we are going to ask you, and Mr. and Mrs. Marshall are asking
Karen, that you two trust us today - completely and without hesitation.
We want to do something very special with you two today. Her parents
and we want to show you and your girlfriend how much we love you.”
When the Marshalls arrived, mom made me, all naked, greet them at the
door. Once in, we all sat in the living room where I was asked to
undress my girlfriend. So there we were, Karen and I, sitting in the
nude in front of our clothed and grinning parents, wondering what was
going to happen next.
What was next were games, as it turned
out. First, mom and I teamed up to play ping pong against Karen and her
dad. With my dad and her mom cheering us on, we played ping pong for
over thirty minutes. It was a vigorous game with my balls and cock
flopping around and Karen’s tits flowing this way and that. I missed a
few returns because I could not take my attention off my girlfriend’s
perfect breasts, not to mention her smooth pussy.
In fact,
it was a very sloppy game because her dad couldn’t take his eyes off
his daughter’s nudity, and my mom kept looking at my sex bouce all
around. I really enjoyed this as I really was liking the fact that my
parents, and my teacher, loved looking at me naked. It made me feel
very special. And I know Karen felt the same way.
Still,
there were embarrassing moments. Once I fell flat on my butt with my
legs sprayed open. Mom came over to help me up and whispered in my ear
“Even your butt hole is cute.” I turned beet red on that.
And
Karen had a story to tell. At some point during the game, she landed on
the floor and her vagina opened up while her father was right in front
of her. She told me later that she was so embarrassed because her
father had seen inside her love canal. But what was funny was the look
on his face as he saw his daughter’s most private parts and, she said,
she was sure that she could see an outline of her father’s erection.
Normally she would find that discomforting, but at the time it seemed
very funny. She too liked the idea of her parents enjoying her
nakedness.
I also noticed that everyone once and a while, when
they made a good play, Karen’s dad would briefly touch one of her
nipples as a congratulatory sign. I wondered about that but I couldn’t
say anything. My mom often touched or pulled my cock as well as
slapping my naked butt cheeks. Bottom line? I really enjoyed playing
this game with my mom as my partner.
But the crowning point
when our parents asked Karen and me to do something that is usually
very private. The four parents wanted to see us pleasure each other.
“We want to see our two children give each other the greatest pleasure
possible,” my mom said. “Garrrett, you dad and I want to see your face
when you cum and observe your body as you ejaculate.”
I froze
at this request. I really couldn’t believe Of course, Mrs Marshall had
aleady masterbated me while at the nudist camp but my parents had never
seen me do that. I mean, who would want to watch that anyway? It is a
private matter. Isn’t it? Apparently not in our families. And
apparently not for Karen and me.
“And your siblings are going
to be here,” dad said. Of course, I thought, why not make my
humiliation total? Then I found out that Karen had agreed to this. I
was not very surprised. She always was a bit racier than me in these
things. I was cornered again and really felt I had no choice in the
matter. But I did have a choice. I could have just said ‘no’ and my
decision would have been respected and accepted. But I guess, as I look
back, I secretly wanted my family to see me sexually explode.
Still, at the time, I was rather confused about the whole matter and
although I hid it from others, I was very nervous as the weekend got
closer. On Saturday morning, Rocky, Kim, and Betty arrived. Apparently,
mom and dad told them that I was very unsettled about what was about to
happen. I don’t know how mom knew this - I thought I was hiding my
confusion and nervousness pretty well. Soon I heard a knock. I opened
the door, naked as usual, and my brother and three sisters (Judy had
joined them), entered the room, gawking at my nudity.
“Hi, little bro,” Rocky said. “How are they hanging?”
“Pretty well,” Kim said, looking at my sex organ.
“Don’t tease him,” said Betty, who continued to be my protector.
“Thanks, Betty,” I said. Then I noticed that Judy was still dressed, odd because both she and I were supposed to remain naked.
“Mom told me to stay dressed since you and Karen are the stars today,” July replied.
They all pushed me onto the bed on my back and sat around me. I wanted
to cover my privates, which was silly - all four had seen my cock and
balls up close - often.
“Listen, Garrett,” Rocky began, “we
know you are feeling awkward about today but mom and dad love you so
much and all they want to see you while you get pleasured. So do we.”
Then they all proceeded to tickle me all over. As I was jerking around
on the bed, I could feel fingers everywhere - my pits, my nips, my
feet, the inside of my thighs, and all around my pudenda. I was able to
quickly look down for a second or two and I could see Betty tickling my
cock and my brother my balls. Everyone including me was laughing and
giggling. The soft touching of my cock and balls soon caused my cock to
grow.
“Keep going,” Kim said to the others. “He is sporting a hard one”. Indeed I was, to my embarrassment.
“Let’s measure him,” July said. She got a ruler as the others held me down. Rocky took the ruler.
“Judy,” he said, “don’t let him get soft.” She didn’t. I could feel her
finger massaging my perineum as Rocky measured me at six inches. That
earned me cheers and everyone just hugged and kissed me. My
embarrassment melted away as my cock deflated to its normal rest. It
was the most intense moment of love that I ever had with my siblings,
even though I felt very embarrassed. These conflicting emotions were so
weird. Then mom yelled up that the Marshalls had arrived. I had sweated
up so much that my sisters gave me a quick sponge bath and my brother
dried me off.
All three were very thorough when washing and drying my genitals. Soon, we all appeared downstairs.
When we all got together, Karen’s father stripped his daughter and we
all sat around talking when mom led us up to the master bedroom. Karen
and I were ordered to sit on the bed and everyone else sat on the edge
of the bed, surrounding us as such. I felt so embarrassed with everyone
staring at my nudity.
“Garrett, my son,” my dad said,
“pleasure Karen.” So, I leaned over and massaged her pretty bosoms. As
I did that, dad lowered the lights so the room had a dusk-like glow to
it. And my parents, Karen’s parents, and my sisters Kim, Betty, Judy,
and my brother Rocky, continued to sit on the bed around us and
continued to talk as normally as possible. But often our parents
offered Karen and me pointers as we learned how to really ‘pleasure’
each other.
When I moved my hands down to Karen’s love nest, I
could hear Mr. Marshall cautioned me to be very slow and gentle when my
finger entered his daughter’s vagina. I could imagine how Karen felt
but I knew I felt - feeling inside her most intimate part thrilled me
to no end. And having her parents right there watching her react to the
erotic feelings taking over her body was especially wondrous.
It did not take long for Karen to explode in ecstasy as her sweet
juices flowed out. I had my other hand on her bosom and I noticed that
her father had his hand on her other breast. Each of us were massaging
her fifteen year old tits which added to her overwhelming organsm. We
all watched her beautiful face as she reflected the intense feeling she
felt as we all propelled her body to its most intense feeling.
Naturally I became massively erect and my brother tenderly held my
penis in his hand, sort of protecting it from the violent thrashing of
Karen’s body as she responded to my gentle massaging of her love canal.
Once she settled down after her orgasm, her dad suggested she start on me.
I can hardly describe the feeling that I had as I felt her hand on my
hard cock. She just held my penis and using a finger, she wiped off the
precum that had formed on its crown. Then she fondled my balls and
began a soft, easy stroke of my cock. My siblings cheered her on as if
this was some kind of contest. My mom softly played with my hair with
one hand and then played with my pubic hair.
I was acutely
embarrassed at having my parents see me enjoying Karen’s handjob. But
the way everyone laughed and encouraged Karen somehow made the
situation a game, as such. Soon, my sisters began to bet on how far I
could ejaculate my sperm (in the end, my twin sister July won the bet -
she guessed up to my chin).
When I climaxed, my body twisted every
which way and I think I creamed out. Everyone laughed and cheered while
I sent five large spurts out of my penis.
When I finished, I
lay back exhausted and Karen lay with me. She whispered in my ear that
she felt her dad’s hand on her vagina while she was stroking me. We
both laughed. Karen’s mom cleaned her up and my mom cleaned me. My cock
had deflated and I always remembered how gentle she was cleaning my
penis and testicles.
Karen and I remained naked for the rest
of the day and everyone treated us as king and queen. My siblings were
especially solicitous of me, gently touching my cock and balls and
squeezing my ass cheeks. This was the only time that this particular
situation occurred. And I never forgot it. I always remembered it with
fondness and love.
My mom took me aside at some point that
day and said how thankful she was that I allowed all this to happen.
“You are my baby boy and now I know what you do, how you react, and how
pretty your face is when you have an orgasm. What a special thing to
know about my sweet son.”
I had no reply to this but I gave
her a strong hug and several kisses. Her hand managed to get between us
so she could fondle me which made the moment even more special.
Although Karen and I were only fifteen when this happened, we remained
close friends and eventually she became my loving wife. Firmly based in
a nudist lifestyle, we had several children. In a future Ch. 6, she and
I will tell that story.
{End of Ch. 5}