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After
dropping Katie off at her house, Sam I hid the half empty bottle of rum in the
barn. I couldn't leave it at JoAnn's
and I wasn't about to take it home. I
figured that there was a better chance of Dad not noticing that an unopened
bottle of hooch was missing than noticing that half the contents of a bottle
were suddenly gone.
My
hopes in that regard were dashed soon after I arrived home. Walking into the kitchen I was greeted with
a glaring look from my dad that caused my gut to tighten into a knot. I'd seen that look before... he was
displeased with me. Nervously I glanced
around the room. Along with Mom and
Leanne, Aunt Patti and Uncle Jake were there.
That gave me some comfort, as Dad had never meted out punishment when
his sister was near. Aunt Patti
couldn't stand to see either my sister or me get a paddling. With Dad, Aunt Patti always got her
way.
Something
was different though. Rather than being
in an assortment of jeans, shorts or swimsuits, everyone was dressed up. Then I
remembered that Leanne's graduation ceremony was later in the afternoon. I had
forgotten all about it!
"Well,
there's my favorite nephew," sang out my Aunt Patti.
As
always, my eyes went to her terrific tits.
As she moved around the table, her big tits jiggled provocatively,
straining at the skin‑tight fabric of her low‑cut top. Her blue eyes, beautifully accentuated with
just the right amount of makeup, sparkled as she stood before me, looking me
over from head to toe. The perfume she
wore wasn't over powering, she smelled very nice. My eyes focused on her sultry lips, very red and glistening with
lip‑gloss. I momentarily
visualized those full lips sliding over my stiff cock; it was a fanciful
thought that had a very good chance of becoming a reality.
She
gave me a big hug and a rather intimate kiss on the mouth, her tongue snaking
into my mouth. Breaking her kiss slowly, she said, "I understand that
you're all grown up. We've been talking
about you. Your mama and your sister
both say that you have nice cock for a boy your age. Better still, you know
what to do with that cock."
"Patti,
we don't have time right now," said my mother. "Travis, you need to get dressed. The Bon Ton is holding a table for us, so we can't be late."
"Just
a minute," said Dad taking control with ease. "I don't want him thinking that he can just do whatever he
damned well pleases without there being any consequences!"
"Billy,
you know I don't approve..."
"Patti,
stay out of this!" snapped Dad.
Aunt
Patti stiffened at his rebuke.
"See if you get any tonight," she pouted indignantly.
"I'll
get plenty," Dad replied firmly.
Dad
turned to me. "Travis, there's a
bottle of rum missing. Do you know
anything about it?"
I
knew I'd better just fess up, because if I didn't, it'd be ten times worse for
me. "Yes, sir."
"What
do you know about it?"
"I,
I took it. Last night."
"So
you stole a bottle of liquor from me. Then you, Sam and Katie rode around all
night drinking?"
"No,
sir!"
"Don't
give me that shit, boy! You think I'm
just going to sit around and let you kids go out and kill yourselves? I've got too many dead friends from that
kind of stupidity to just..."
"We
didn't ride around. We drank some, but
we weren't driving around."
"You
god damned better not be out joy riding all liquored up! You do and you won't set foot out of this
house for three months!" He paused
still fuming. "You stole from
me."
"Yes,
sir."
"You
kids are too damned young to be drinking!
Just wait until Gib finds out you got Katie drunk."
"We
didn't get drunk. We had a little. Got a little high, but we didn't get
drunk."
"Hell,
you boys don't have to get Katie drunk to screw her!"
"Yes,
sir."
"Go
get the paddle!" be barked.
"Billy!"
interjected Aunt Patti. "He told
you what happened! He's not lying to you, is he?"
"No,
he knows better than to lie to me," growled my old man.
"Then
what is the point?"
"Tell
your Aunt what my point is, Travis."
"I,
I stole the..."
"Stealing! That's the point! I'll not tolerate a thief!
Now go get the paddle, boy. Be
quick about it!"
I
went to his bedroom and got a paddle, the same paddle that had blistered my ass
yesterday for neglecting the horses.
"Drop
your pants!" ordered Dad when I returned.
"Drop your pants and lean over the table."
I
unsnapped my shorts and let them fall to the floor.
"Where's
your underwear?"
"I
don't wear any."
"Fine
by me, now take the position."
"Wait,"
said Aunt Patti.
"Patti,
I told you to stay out of this!"
"I
know, it's just that... turn around Travis." I turned to face my Aunt
wearing only my shirt. "Take your shirt off too, honey... My, my, my... I haven't seen you since you
were a baby. How you have
grown!" She looked to my mother,
"Roxanne, you were so right! He's
a magnificent specimen of youthful manhood!"
She
stepped forward and trailed her manicured fingers gently across my genitals; my
cock swelling as she lightly fondled me.
"I declare Travis, in a few short years, when you're fully grown,
you're going to be hung like horse.
Just like my dear brother, the cunts will be chasing after you, just
dying to sample and resample your wares."
"Patti,
if you don't mind," said Dad annoyed.
"Okay,
okay. Can't a girl enjoy a young man
like him?"
"Won't
work, Patti! We don't have the
time. You can play with him later. Come on, son. Let's get this over with."
I
turned and leaned against the table.
Dad
said, "Travis, I won't tolerate a son of mine stealing! If you want something that belongs to
someone else, ask them first if you can have it or if you can buy it from
them." I knew that the next time I
needed a bottle of rum, if I asked him, he'd say 'no' and I would catch hell
for stealing again. "Now this is
going to hurt you more than it hurts me."
I hated it when he said that and braced myself for the proscribed five
blows.
CRACK! Instantly I saw stars as the sharp stinging
pain ignited my ass. CRACK! The second blow, landing in the same spot
across both cheeks took my breath away and my knees nearly buckled. CRACK!
"Ahhhh!" I cried out in agony. I didn't want to cry out, I didn't want to give him the
satisfaction, but I couldn't help it.
My ass was on fire as I waited for the forth blow. Feeling very weak, I lowered my head to the
table and tried to catch my breath.
Much to my surprise the forth blow never came; instead I felt the cool
soothing hand of my Aunt Patti, rubbing my tender young buns.
The
rubbing took the sting away, but my ass burned nonetheless. Then I felt something new, yet familiar as
her sultry lips planted wet kisses all across my inflamed buttocks, kissing it
to make it well. My eyes flew open as I felt my rump cheeks being spread open,
her kisses now circling around my puckered hole. I gasped with the first wet kiss directly on my anus, but that
was noting compared with feel of her tongue darting out and flickering across
my hole.
My
mother had taught me to wash myself, whenever it was possible and I had always
been fastidiously clean. I was now
certainly glad that I had that soak in JoAnn's hot tub earlier that morning.
With
her face buried between my cheeks, Aunt Patti reached around and grasped my
rigid cock. Looking up, I saw the smiling faces of my mother and my sister, my
uncle and my dad, while they watched Aunt Patti rimming my ass. The action of her tongue became more
vigorous and more demanding as she stabbed into me. While she licked and probed my ass, she was gently rolling the
head of my now drooling cock between her fingers. The sensations radiating from my nether regions were incredible.
Under
the dual assault, I very quickly felt an orgasm building. There was no holding back and as the sweet
agony swept over me, I ejaculated onto the kitchen floor. Having done what she had set out to do, Aunt
Patti stepped away from me. It was some
moments before I tried to stand upright and before I did, I heard Aunt Patti
say, "He's such a sweet, sweet boy!"
Uncle
Jake replied, "And you're such a nasty, nasty slut! That's what we all love about you
darling." There was some good‑natured
laughter from the gathered.
I
started to stand up but I felt my dad's strong hands push me back down. Aunt Patti protested, "Billy,
don't..."
CRACK! The blow took me by surprise and staggered
me. CRACK! With the fifth and final blow, I bolted upright, arching my back
in pain. I tried to get my feet under me, but I stepped into my pool of cum on
the floor and slipped, hitting the floor with a thud.
Next
thing I knew, Dad was helping me to my feet.
"Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern. "You're not hurt are you?"
Dazed,
I replied, "No, no, I'm fine. I
slipped."
"I
didn't mean to hurt you son."
It
was an accident and I was fine but Aunt Patti tore into Dad, pummeling him
about the head and shoulders. "See
what you did!" she shrieked.
"You've hurt him!"
Dad
did his best to help me off the floor while under Aunt Patti's attack. "Stop!" he yelled. "Damnit, Patti, stop!"
"You
big lug! I told you not to...
ohhhh!" Dad had me upright and
Aunt Patti took me in her arms, laying kisses across my face. "Are you alright, honey?" she
asked between kisses.
"Yeah,
yeah... I'm fine."
"Are
you sure?"
"Yeah,
I just slipped."
Dad
injected, "He's fine Patti, he's fine.
Let him be."
Aunt
Patti glared at her brother. "You
could've hurt him."
"You
interfere with me disciplining my children again, Patti, so help me I'll paddle
that fine fanny of yours!"
"Promises,
promises," she quipped.
"Yeah,
you'd like that. Wouldn't you? Hey, I
know, maybe I'll let the boy have it with ya."
"Not
now Billy," interrupted my mother.
She was dressed a lot like Aunt Patti was, with a tight top, a short,
tight skirt and white high heel sandals, but with lots of makeup. To say that Mom looked sluttish would be an
understatement. "We need to go
soon, so Travis, go get cleaned up. Be
sure and put on something nice."
"Yes,
ma'am," I replied. I picked up my
shorts and my t‑shirt off the floor and started to trek off
upstairs. At the doorway Uncle Jake
stopped me.
"Just
a minute, Travis," he said.
"Let me a get a picture of this!
Don't turn around, boy! That's
good, real good!" I had no idea
what he was up to, but I heard the clicking of his SLR camera. "Okay, that'll do it."
It
wasn't until a few weeks later when I saw the photos that I discovered just
what had gotten his attention. I must
admit, it looked pretty funny, my ass that is, still glowing red in center but
covered with numerous lipstick marks from my aunt.
That
graduation dinner was another revelation for me. Of course the Tate's joined us and I was seated next to Katie and
across from Aunt Patti. Leanne sat
between Mom and Dad. There were a lot
of Indian Creek graduates there with their families. Not surprisingly big ole Eric Lundsford and his equally massive
dad and his step‑mom were there too.
The
Lundsfords came to our table. Mrs.
Lundsford, looked to be only a few years older than Eric. She came and sat in Uncle Jake's lap and
flirted with Gib Tate who was seated next to Katie. Eric came up from behind Leanne and cupped her breasts, giving
them both a good squeeze. Mr. Lundsford
did the same, coming up behind Aunt Patti, but rather than just coping a feel,
he plunged his hands down her top and pulled her big tits out.
Grinning
at Katie and me, he said, "I just love your aunt's tits. Don't you?"
Aunt
Patti, unflustered admonished, "Seth Lundsford, behave!"
"I
don't want to behave," he countered pulling on her nipples. "You know what I want?"
"Yes,
I do," she laughed.
"Maybe
you do and maybe you don't."
"Okay,
what do you want Seth?"
"I
want to fuck your big titted niece."
"Leanne?"
"Yeah,
Leanne. Boys tell me that she's quite a
piece."
"You'll
have your chance soon enough."
"Yeah,
I can hardly wait for tonight's party.
Know what else I want?"
"Me?"
"Yeah,
but I want a toss with Gib's girl too."
He looked up and spoke directly to Katie. "Know what else I want darling?"
Katie,
stifling a snicker shook her head.
"Honey,
when you get a little older, I'm gonna to fuck you too, darling." With that said, he pulled his hands from my
aunt's breasts and moved down to speak to my mother, feeling her up in the
process.
Several
other families came by to chat, including Jason Riley's and Tom White's. The men invariably copped a feel from my
mother, Katie's mother and/or my aunt.
The boys were generally more circumspect, but most acted a lot like their
dad's. Leanne and Becky didn't seem to
mind being groped in public, and when Jason Riley came by and fondled Katie,
she didn't seem to mind either. I saw
Tom White's mother come up to Dad from behind, pressing the back of his head
into her bosoms.
Then
there were a few families with girls, all friends of Leanne's, all girls that I
had screwed at Leanne's pool party a mere few weeks before. Generally the girl's dads were better
behaved than the boys' dads were, but not by much. On the other hand, the girl's mothers seemed to be a bit more
touchie‑feelie than their counterparts, but that may have just been my
imagination. The girls themselves
seemed a little embarrassed.
It
slowly dawned on me that there was going to be one hell of a party later
tonight. I tried to imagine the orgy
that was to take place. Of moms and dads
watching their daughters getting screwed by every available dick. Of dad's screwing their son's girlfriends,
of horny moms getting stuffed by young insatiable cocks, and of me in the
middle of it all sticking it to every female I could.
Imagine
my disappointment later that afternoon after the graduation ceremony of being
told that I couldn't attend. I was too
young. The party was strictly for
adults only.
"What
do you mean, I can't come?"
"I
didn't say you couldn't cum," quipped Dad. "I said you couldn't attend the graduation party. You're underaged! You want us all to get arrested?"
"Underaged?"
"That's
right. You're not eighteen yet."
"Leanne's
not eighteen yet, either," I pointed out.
"Yeah,
but her birthday's next week. Close
enough. Now, you and Katie are to stay
over at Sam's tonight. Have your own
party!"
I
pleaded and begged, but it did me no good.
Dad was adamant about it. I couldn't go. While I glowered and sulked, I came very close to getting another
paddling. Probably under any other
circumstances, Dad's patience with me would have been limited, very
limited.
"Look,
I won't lie to you, son. There's going
to be more fucking going on around here tonight than there's been in
years. Lots of old farts getting lots
of young pussy and lots old cunt getting a lot of young dick. It's going to be party that'll be talked
about for years to come, but... you can't come. You're a minor... Hell, boy, if was just the family, that'd be
different. But this isn't just the
family."
"The
Tates and Hollises aren't family, and..."
"That's
different."
I
didn't see how and said so.
"For
all practical purposes, they are family.
The rest of them... they're friends.
Look, there are certain rules that we all have to follow, and one of
them is no one under aged can attend.
There're laws against that sort of thing."
"But,
Leanne..."
"I
told everyone that Leanne's birthday was last month. They know that's bunch of bullshit, but it gives them plausible
cover. Besides, everyone knows she likes
dick as much if not more than your mother."
"But..."
"Enough!" I knew I had pressed it as far as I could,
so I fell silent.
"Now,
Penny's going to home tonight. Maybe
you can take care of what Joe asked you do.
In fact, I know, he'll insist on it, but you listen to me. If she doesn't want to have sex with you,
you don't screw her. Understand
me? I don't give a shit what Joe Hollis
tells you, if she says "no," then no it is.
"Now,
you got any of that rum left, boy?"
"Yes,
sir."
"Good. Give Penny few drinks if you have to, just
to relax her. But don't get her
drunk! If she's drunk, leave her
alone. We want her broken in, not
broken! How you treat her this first
time will have a great influence on her.
When you screw her, if you screw her, her pleasure takes precedence over
your own. Be sure she enjoys it. Understand?
More women have ruined and become man‑haters because the clod that
first fucked them was only interested in his own jollies."
EPILOG
Disappointed
that I was going to miss the big orgy, I took solace in the knowledge that I
had Penny's dad's approval to screw her.
Other than getting her a little drunk, I didn't have a plan of attack
other than letting nature take it's course.
Things
got complicated when Katie announced that she, and therefore we, had other
plans. She wasn't going anywhere, but
she had called to check up on Rita.
Rita told her that everything was fine except that her dad looked at her
kind of funny. She asked Rita if she wanted to spend the night with us at
Sam's. Rita said she didn't know about
that and that she was afraid to ask, so Katie asked to speak to her dad.
I
was floored when Mr. Jennings brought her over and dropped her off for the
night. Sam's '63 Impala was sitting out
in plain view, so he knew what was going on.
After that, Rita spent the night at Katie's, Sam's or my house on a
regular basis, depending on whose parents were shacking up elsewhere that
night. Mr. Jennings always dropped her
off and always picked her up the next day.
He was being good, so Katie, more than once treated him to some young
pussy.
With
Rita there that night, I didn't score with Penny. Katie had a little talk with Penny and Penny decided to stay
somewhere else for the night. It was
years before Penny and I got it on. She
was always friendly but didn't seem interested, saying that I was like a
brother to her. Guess she didn't know
about Leanne and me.
Mr.
Holis was beside himself, but my dad said that I did the right thing by not
pushing her too hard. I asked my Uncle
Jake for some advice. He said I was
trying too hard. I slacked off, but
that didn't seem to speed things up either.
I
guess it was sometimes in my junior year in high school, well before I had
relieved Penny of her maidenhead when I told Uncle Jake that I would probably
marry Katie once she graduated from high school. He looked at me and said, "Travis, you can't do that."
"Why
not? We're perfect for each
other."
"Maybe
so, but you can't marry her."
"Why? What's the problem?"
Uncle
Jake thought for a moment before saying, "Maybe your dad ought to tell
you."
"My
dad? Dad never tells me anything until
after I know about it!"
"Well,
you ask him. If he doesn't tell you,
then I will. Fair enough?"
A
few days later I asked my dad why I couldn't marry Katie.
"For
one thing, Travis, you're too young."
"Dad,
I don't mean next week. Why can't I
marry Katie after she finishes high school?"
He
paused and then told me to give him an hour to collect his thoughts.
I
pressed, "Why don't you just tell me now?"
Dads
looked up at ceiling for a moment.
"Son, I know you've got strong feelings towards Katie, but... you
just can't marry her."
"I
don't understand. The Tates are our
best friends. Don't you like
Katie?"
"Of
course I do! I love her like she's my
own flesh and blood... In fact, she is my own flesh and blood."
It
took a few moments for that statement to sink in. "What are you saying, Dad?"
"She's
your sister!"
"What?"
"You
heard me. Now you know why you can't
marry the girl."
As
usual, he was short on the details and wouldn't explain, but Mom did. Seems that back in high school during a
state playoff game, Gib forgot his protective cup. In the third quarter, he got his nuts crushed. Must have been incredibly painful as they
swelled up to the size of two grapefruit!
The doctors told him that there was a good chance he would never father
a child. Sure enough, that's what
happened. So when Mom and Ms. Linda
both wanted to start families, and since Dad was already screwing Ms. Linda
regularly, he was selected for stud service.
Like
my Uncle Jake says, "Life is full of twists and turns. It's a miracle that anyone gets to be where
they are. The odds against it are
staggering."
Katie
married Sam and they are still my regular playmates. Sam is with the sheriff's department utilizing his innate ability
to connect the dots. I married JoAnn (I
guess I have this thing for big breasted women), but not before she was married
and divorced after her husband caught her screwing Sam and me. Leanne and big old Eric Lundsford got
married while he was in law school, and Becky hitched up with a dentist who has
rather randy tastes. Rita got knocked up,
twice, but never got married. She never
pressed the issue of who the father(s) really were, so we all (her regular fuck
buddies) pitched in help her out financially.
She is still a regular overnight guest.
As
for Penny, Sam's little sister, once I got into her pants she was a great
screw, but she was never the gangbanging slut that her old man envisioned. That is until after she ran off to Hollywood
and wound up making porno movies.
Our
folks are all retired and now spend most of their time in South Florida, holed
up in at some nudist/swinger resort, spending all their time doing what they've
always done and deep‑sea fishing.
As
for Zach Bolton, the punk kid who wrote the stupid theme paper that got me to
thinking about all this, perhaps I'm being a little hard on him. His sister, Regina (rhymes with vagina), was
in my class last year. Slutty girl, big
tits, a provocative dresser with full, pouting lips that I know would look good
wrapped around my dick. She was always
a bit of an exhibitionist, sitting with her legs parted to give me a clear shot
up her short skirts. Hmmm, she should now be close to eighteen... so many
possibilities. Rather than busting his
balls with his folks, perhaps I should give her little brother an opportunity
to make an A+ on that paper. If nothing
else, it could make for some great video.
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Editor's Note: There were some issues with the ASSTR Form-Mail system that I didn't figure out until June 27. My apologies to all who may have sent in a comment for Chapters 1 through 4 before that date...regretfully I didn't receive any of them.
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