Chapter 1
Fast Track of Life
I was very grateful for taking that quick three-hour nap. I was also grateful for Jody and Cindy showing up in my time of need. I was even more grateful that Dave was with her as well as Greg's brother Chad on their return back to my mother's house. I could have kissed Dave and did so the second the front door closed, leaving the outside world behind. He only asked one question: why was I wearing clothing when I was supposed to be a nudist? What could I say? I said. "Family Dinner." I did not have to go into details because he knew all about my family and how my father felt about nudism of any kind.
Chad decided to come to, considering that, like Greg, he had band practice as well. It was silly to have their Mom get up early for one child, run him to school, and run back so she could make sure everyone else caught the bus on time, considering Greg and Cindy were spending the night with me, anyway.
We only had one bus at the time that picked up all the kids in Santaquin that went to either Payson Jr. or High School, which sat right behind the Payson Jr. High. The only thing that separated the two schools was the high school football field and the Driver Ed driving course and the bleachers.
Jody came down to spend the day with Dave, buying books for her college classes that would start on the following week. As well as dropping my stuff off so I would have everything I would need for my first day of school in my new high school. The sex we would have been part of the benefits package of being my adoptive big sister and my closest friend. She offered my mother a chance to back out of her agreement and take me to school.
Mom declined the offer, saying she had wanted to do some shopping with my adoptive mother. I knew when my mother wanted something bad enough, nothing could stop her. I was glad that she brought Dave with her, which meant Dave would be the one having sex with my mother all night long. I also knew eventually my free passes were not going to last. Somehow, I needed to deal with it.
Greg said the same thing Dillon said to me when I asked about having sex with his mother or sister. He asked me one question. "Do I love them?"
I said. "Of course I do, but not in that way."
He said. "Then it shouldn't be such a big deal because you are both just loving each other. Just think of that and nothing more. It's just sex. You are not creating a family." I had asked Bishop Earl and Officer Kenly and countless others all telling me basically the same thing. I knew how the world views it. I felt trapped because if I did not, I would hurt their feelings when they had been raised that it was acceptable as part of loving each other.
It seemed different to me because of the relationship between biological and not family. Both families I loved both were part of me. It was always going to be an inner struggle when I let the outside voices in and because of that struggle I was preventing Aaron from doing so, and in a way, it put distance between us. Not once did I ask Aaron if I could stimulate him, instead he always asked me, always wanting to make that decision on his own. Because I felt he really wasn't part of that lifestyle when it came to family members sharing ourselves in this way, but he wanted what I had.
Which was true happiness. Which was why I allowed him when he had a fifteenth birthday when it came to having actual sex with girls and women like my mother. The other was always allowed regarding oral sex, and all the breasts and sweet spots he could want, with as many boys, men, girls, and women. It was safe to say he was bisexual, but only a few knew it, like my mother and the Rothwells, and his closest friend. Not even our father, Jim, knew for certain, not that we cared. As far as our so-called relatives knew, they did not care about us in the first place. Out of sight, out of mind.
I would have to let God sort it out until I said no, and I wanted out. But for right now, the choice is not mine. It was his.
I wasn't allowed to make that final decision when both sets of parents made it mandatory because I was the only one who felt that way. It was the outside world that I struggled with because I liked having sex. I liked being stimulated and liked stimulating them. It brought us closer; it made it so there were never any secrets. I wanted to be loved instead of always being physically abused.
There were no questions in my mind about how I enjoyed having sex with girls. As Cindy forced me against the couch and straddled me as she kissed me hard and passionately. While taking off my shirt and me undoing her blouse and bra freeing those bad boys for me to have.
It indicated to everyone else that I was hers for the moment. Mom quickly said. "Ok then?" and giggled. Watching Jody take both Greg and Chad and sit them down right next to me as they each removed their clothes, scattering them all over the living room floor in a matter of minutes.
When Susan and Becky came into the living room to see what the hell was going on. Mom had just left the room with Dave and closed her bedroom door. Greg and Chad were on the floor in spider position with Jody taking them both at the same time. Cindy had slipped a condom on me and had me inside of her as she worked me hard on the couch. Susan screamed. "What the hell. Dad and Grandma have not been gone over two hours and you are already naked, having sex right here in the living room."
I took a quick breath and said. "And your point is?"
Susan growled. "The point is that you guys can't go without being naked not even for a full day or having sex."
Jody turned her head and said. "You can always join us. I am sure your mother would allow you to. Greg and Chad both have very nice penises and or fantastic kissers."
Chad said. "I rather have sex with a pig in the mud and manure than have sex with either of them."
Greg said. "Most likely our penises would freeze and fall off if they even touch them, besides we saw them naked. They have nothing we want," Greg said, taking his hands and massaging Jody's breasts and said. "Now this is something every guy wants, a nice pair of breasts and good hot, passionate sex. Where you two have nothing to compare these to, and have yet to develop a set. Most likely because you are both have ice in your veins and no heart.
"Which is why at school everyone calls you the Ice Queen. Afraid of if they get touched by you, they will get Frost Bite, and their penis would fall off. At school we call her the Ice Queen because they were all afraid of geeing bitten by her and our penises would fall off. Plus, the fact she will stub in the back once she has gotten what she wanted in two point two seconds. Then spit you out, calling rape."
Susan stumped her foot angrily down the hall and banged on my mother's bedroom door. Mom yelled. "What do you want I am busy?"
I heard a door open and Becky screamed. "You're naked."
Dave said. "Of course I am naked. I just took a shower. Don't you find it stupid to wear clothes when you bathe?" I heard another door open, and my mother shouted. "Either go to your rooms or go into the living room and watch TV."
Susan yelled. "I can't, because there is a boy down there naked on my bed."
Becky screamed, finding one in her room as well. We boys were both curious to see who the boys were that were brave enough to have sex with my cold-hearted sisters. When I peeked in Becky's room, it was Evan. Jim Bob was in Susan's room, both naked and both hard. Mom said, coming out of her room naked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"I got you girls a present, hoping that if you had sex with a condom or stimulated a naked boy alone in your rooms, you would get over yourselves and stop fighting it, or me. And stop making a fuss about seeing boys naked and grow up, because when you stop fighting it, you will always want to see them naked. Always want to kiss them and most of all have sex. Which I already know you do because of the stash of porn I find in your rooms and always being caught peeking at boys naked in the shower room at school.
"I was fifteen when I had my first boy, and it wasn't your father. In fact, I had several boys before I met your father, and we had lots of hot, passionate sex. So, either go down to your rooms and get naked or send them away. If you do, then I know for a fact you are stupid, but don't you ever criticize me, your brothers, or their friends for being naked? Or having sex ever again when you both could have had hot and wild sex or a nice, tasty penis anytime you want, and your father will never know. Or let me find out that you are still sneaking into boys' locker rooms at school to drool over naked boys taking a shower. The buck stops here.
"If you want a boy of your own, I am not going to stop you. In fact, I will get a list of every boy your age at school, at church, and in this town. We live in and invite them over so you can rip their clothes off and have wild sex with them. If you say one word to anyone or to your father, I and they will deny it ever happened. Our story will be we all went to bed early because it was a school night."
I did not even know when Mom had invited Evan or Jim Bob over, hell I did not even know what she intended to do. I never noticed any extra cars along our street. Something told me that Stringham was behind this and so was Dave. All I can say is good for her. Maybe this would put an end to this nonsense of us living a carefree lifestyle. Something told me otherwise, that this was going to start a brand-new war with my father.
Mom grabbed Dave and pulled his naked body to a chair next to her and kissed him, and slipped his penis inside of her as she straddled him. Susan and Becky gasped as Dave took my mother's breasts and made a meal out of them as she rode him on the chair right there in the kitchen in front of them.
I could see the wheels turning in Susan's and Becky's head. I thought for sure they would turn them down, but Susan said. "This better be worth it, and this never happened. Or I will spread it all over town about how you raped me." Susan prodded Jim Bob down the stairs. I noticed how she grabbed his butt and it said she had wanted to do that for a very long time. Becky told Evan to sit on the couch and turn on the TV. While the rest of us went to my room after popping a horny pill.
I watched Becky come out of her room with Evan's clothes and throw them at him. Jody growled angrily and pushed Becky into the living room and said. "I was thirteen when I first kissed a boy and had my first penis when I was eight years old. I was fifteen when I had sex for the first time. So, you either take the offer that your mother is offering you and this nice, good-looking boy is willing to give you. Or I will take him down to your room and have wild sex with him and tell the whole freaking town you are gay, and you tried to rape me."
I heard Becky say, "I never kissed a boy before. And the other just sounds so gross."
Jody told Greg and me to get in here. I cringed, knowing what she wanted me to do, but I was relieved when she only wanted to use Greg and me as demonstrations. I could hear Susan downstairs screaming with pleasure. Mom said from the kitchen. "That's my girl, ride that young stallion," Jody told Evan to stand up and Becky to put her arms around Evan like this, placing her arms around Greg. Becky felt unsure, so Evan made the first move. Becky backed away quickly, feeling his penis touch her. Jody rolled her eyes, groaning.
Mom came into the room with Dave. Shook her head at Becky because she was so afraid of touching a naked boy and his arousal. Mom quickly went over to Becky and said. "It's obvious your sister downstairs has been with a boy before. Why she was carrying on that, I am such a perfect little Daddy's girl. All this time says she is full of shit. Can you hear her screaming down there? That's what you are going to be doing. School is now in session and mama here is tired of these games.
"I am going to take a page out of Eric's adoptive parent's book and teach you all there is about sex. Evan darling I give you my permission to rip her clothes off and have wild sex with her even though she is only fourteen."
Becky screamed. "My pretty dress." Watching Evan rip the buttons off Becky's dress from the back as my mother lifted it up over her head. Becky blushed bright red standing in her underwear. My father did not care if my sisters or my mother went barefoot in the house. It was us boys and him that he cared about.
Jody clapped with joy, asking if she could help. I wanted to smack myself really hard and my adoptive parents in telling my mother everything. I wanted to run to my room and lock myself inside, listening to Susan screaming. "Oh yes, oh yes, harder Oh yes." I also wanted to wrap my hands around her throat, telling me all this time she was just as innocent as the driven snow.
Telling us all she had never been with a boy, and not even kissed one. Yeah, right? Mom was right, she was full of shit. I questioned how long that had been going on and not once had my father learned about it, or my mother. How stupid I was at the time that my mother actually was the one behind it. Well, the cat's out of the bag now. Innocent my ass. Becky is or was the only innocent one here, seeing how frightened and nervous she was.
It was like my first time when Mom and Dad introduced me to my three mermaids. True, I was used to being a partial nudist, meaning I was used to going around the house in the nude and skinny dipping with family and friends. I was like Becky when Mom and Dad gave me and my brothers our first class of sex and how gross and how scary it truly was. Now my mother has gone beyond the call of duty. She was fed up; she was tired of the game of hiding the fact I was, and she was having sex. When my sisters are always being so cruel to her and me and getting away with it because of my father, but tonight my father wasn't here.
Jody told me to go out and grab my big roll-away rubber mat, my mother said. "Not in the house,"
Jody said. "Ok, how about we strip her down and take Evan and her outside on the back lawn and cover our boys with chocolate, and have sex in the rain? How very romantic, for her very first time."
Becky's face turned from bright red to bright white as she cried. "No, I don't want anyone to see me naked."
Mom said. "Too late, missy. If you haven't noticed, we are all naked and none of us freaking care." Mom pulled down her panties and Jody broke open her training bra. She tried to cover herself, blushing bright red. Mom told Greg to go to my room and grab the grooming kit, noticing the hair along her sweet spot as she removed her hands from hiding it.
Becky screamed, "No" trying to back away. Now the room was getting out of control. I whistled really loud, telling my mother not to force her to have sex like this. It should be a moment to remember not as scary as it was my first time. Mom gasped and looked at me strangely. She said. "Son, trust me when it was my first time. My mother and my stepfather were a lot crueler. They locked me in a room naked with a dirty old man from down the street. He had to be in his seventies, telling me I either had sex with him or I was never coming out.
"He raped me. He did not take it slow and gentle like your adoptive parents did with you and your brothers. He held me down and forced his penis inside me, over and over, for three full days and three full nights. No condom. I was lucky because he was old and used up and I did not get pregnant. I was fourteen at the time. A memory I wish I could forget, but it happened. I swore to myself that I would never let that happen to any of my daughters. Evan isn't a dirty old man; he's a good-looking young boy at seventeen and will be eighteen in a few more months.
"He has promised me that he wouldn't do that to my daughters. I am only going to cover the basics like your adoptive parents did with you. Then lock them inside her room and let them have at it. Unlike you, Becky is afraid of being seen naked. She is afraid because of what your father and I have done. Now I am correcting the situation. I would like your help, but I don't require it." Which meant I could leave anytime I would like to and just go to bed. I cringed, wanting to do just that, but I for once was being the older brother, making damn sure Evan did not rape her on her first time. I don't know why I even cared, but I did.
Mom held Becky in her arms and brushed away her tears and said. "Look Becky it's nothing scary it's just another naked boy. You have seen your brother Aaron naked most of your life. You have seen your big brother and his friends naked more times than you can care to count. Every girl in this house you have seen naked, and countless others. You know everything about how babies are made; you know how each part of each other bodies works. This is real life, and you can't ignore it any longer. Every boy is built the same every girl is built the same.
"We all masturbate, and I know you have as much as I know that your sister has. Hell, I even do it almost three or five times a day because I can't get your father to have sex with me. I don't know why when I have several men lined up asking me to like young Dave here tonight. Again, if you and your sister say anything everyone will deny it. I am not having a love affair. I am just having sex, because your father refuses to, and hasn't been with me fucking my brains out for several years.
"I am tired of waiting and wondering what it feels like to have a real man satisfy me instead of beating me because he feels he can. Life is too short to go without sex; he may be happy about it and satisfied only masturbating with himself, but I am not. If he would divorce me, I would sign on the dotted line to free myself from him and take you all with me and say so long you fucking pig!"
Becky tried to say she never had, but it was hard to ignore the fact that Susan downstairs screaming ensure pleasure over and over. Mom grinned and said. "I laced your sister and your drinks with three horny pills. Jim Bob had three doses, as Evan here has. You'll most likely be screaming on the rooftops all night once you get over the fear of touching a naked boy. I am sorry, but you left me no choice. No more porn magazines, no more sneaking in boy's bathrooms to watch them shower. I am sorry your father can't know about this, and I am sorry he's not here to help you through it with me.
"I was going to wait until your fifteenth birthday, but you and Susan left me no choice. Sooner than later, you were going to do it, and I did not want you to get pregnant on your first time. I did not want you to come crying to your father one night and say, Dad, I am pregnant because I got drunk with a boy. Instead, I want you to know the rules, which are no sex period without a condom.
"Jim Bob and Evan know the rules and I have threatened to cut off their penises if that ever happened. I will give the same threat to any boy you are with. I will send your father so far away so you girls can scream to your heart's desire, and we will never tell him about it. It will be our little secret. If you tell him… it is on you and your sister, everyone here will deny it and say it never happened. You're naked and nobody cares, and I want you to be comfortable about it. It's not a big deal when you know it's just life. Like kissing, I am going to kiss you because I love you and it's the best way for you to learn how. It's the best thing to start with."
Mom told Becky to kiss her on the lips like we used to do all the time. Becky was shaking like it was my first time with my adoptive Mom and then it was the best thing in the world when I kissed my first mermaid. True, I had gotten over the fact she was naked because of Mom and Dad having me learn that it was ok to touch each other naked and hug each other that way. I became more comfortable about doing it, and the weirdness went away. We did not have sex at the time, and we did not stimulate each other.
We sometimes lay on the couch or the floor together, resting my head on Mom's bare breasts or my sisters. I even lay or slept naked with my Dad and my brothers, long before I learned to stimulate them. Those too, me, were some of my best memories. They only improved because of the things my sister Becky was learning tonight. You can say she was on the fast track of life. I watched Becky's eyes open when my mother opened both of their mouths and even more when Mom placed her hand behind her head and deepened the kiss.
When she released her, Becky moaned, and looked at Evan. Mom gave her a nod and said. "It's even better with boys." Evan slowly took Becky in his arms and kissed her the same way as my mother did, opening their mouths slowly. He drew her closer only to have her pull back because his penis touched her bare stomach. Mom rolled her eyes cursing that she should have done this before they took their clothes off.
Jody said. "Let me, I know how freighting it was for me when I kissed my first naked boy or in my case naked brother." She knew I knew it was Shane, and I knew she did not care that I knew that.
There are no more secrets between us. I was still a little disappointed because they did not share those secrets with me sooner. Then again, was I ready to know them at the time? Becky said there was no way she was ever going to kiss me or have sex with me. I said. "Back at you, I am only here for moral support. I couldn't care less who you kiss or who you have sex with." I wanted to say you better not have sex with Aaron, but I knew that was most likely never going to happen.
I also wonder how much money my mother was paying Evan and Jim Bob to have sex with my sisters. I can't imagine they were doing it for free. That is if my mother has decided to let Becky go all the way. She said something she had, noticing strips of condoms lying loose out of Evan's back pocket on the floor with the rest of our clothes. I also knew the rule that my adoptive Dad never had sex with his daughters, stimulated them was as far as he went.
I felt that was an excellent rule; it was already creepy enough to have your brothers have sex with your sisters and your mother. It bothered me more when it was my own. It should have bothered me about having sex with my adoptive sisters, but not anymore like it used to. I was so going to hell for that one alone, because I really, really liked it. Even though it was way better when they weren't my sisters. I still had no regrets about it. Maybe it had something to do with not being biological. I did not know what it was, being only sixteen almost seventeen.
I felt bad for my mother for having to have sex with a dirty old man at fourteen. I also felt my mother was going too far, allowing Becky the same privileges of being with a boy as when she too was fourteen. To me, fourteen was still too young, but what did it say about my brother Jared? He's fourteen and my adoptive parents were allowing him to have sex as well. If it was up to me, I would let none of my kids have sex with anyone until they were at least sixteen, maybe even seventeen. Stimulating them was a whole completely different issue.
I just know I fought myself when it came to having sex with my mother. And I never had sex with Susan and Becky. I drew the line with my mother; that I could live with, but not the other. I had no doubt in my mind that I did not love them, hell even "like" was a strong word. No amount of money or favor earned was ever going to make that happen. I cut it off before that even became a possibility.