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Exposure: Chapter Three: Special Needs

To say that it was important to work things out with Dana would be an understatement. The demanding schedule kept her busy, but her preference for liaisons with Chelsea and Janice was obnoxious. I could never seem to catch up to her when I was off. Many times, I would come in from the field only to find that she had just gone out on a mission, usually with Sergeant Joe Michaels. The problem was not one of trust, it was simply because I did not get to see her.

Of course, when I did find her, we spent quality time together, cuddling and kissing, acting like teenagers in love. Chelsea and Janice would gag themselves, giggle, and then go off to play with each other. The Lieutenant would huddle from time to time with her two proteges. Then the whispers and giggles would even get worse.

From time to time, I would be invited to participate with the three girls. Dana would fuck me and eat one of the girls, but she never would allow me to touch them with anything other than my mouth and my hands. One night I serviced all three orally until each came several times. It was like a control thing with her. I didn't I really want to screw her friends and I didn't expect they wanted me either, but if Dana could, why couldn't I. My reasoning, of course, was from a male point of view, but if you were going to have an orgy anything could and should have happened.

All the inhibitions I had developed in my early years were beginning to disappear, but with my new found personal sexual awakenings I soon I began to lose interest in Dana, as well. After several more months, the distance in our relationship got so bad that I requested a transfer to get away from it. The colonel granted my request and told me he would tell everyone it was a transfer to get me closer to home so that I could be with my parents as my dad had suddenly gotten sick.

I left, kissing Dana on the cheek and telling her that we would perhaps cross paths in the future, but the engagement was off. She was crying, but she too knew it was over, at least for then. I had learned many years before that if there were too many people to satisfy, it was impossible to completely please one. If a person was addicted to sex, it was as strong an addiction as alcohol or drugs. Dana, unfortunately, was addicted and if I stayed in the situation too much longer, I would be too. If, indeed, it had only been Dana and I, the relationship might have stayed strong, but the during the six months after the incident with the MPs the closeness I longed for and considered important, was no longer viable. It was the same closeness I had witnessed between my mother and father. I longed for that, but Sam Wiseman had poisoned Dana's sexual morality and that was another issue I could blame on him. I do know one thing. The experience with Dana had made me expect more from my sexual relations and Sam had helped me do away with all facades about sex. I would live my life to the fullest and with little regard for what was socially correct.

My commanding officer had been great. He and I had hit it off famously after he exposed his homosexual infatuation in his younger years. I never said a word and a great trust blossomed between the two of us. The transfer he gave me was to the military health clinic on the base at Fort Rucker, Alabama. My family had pulled up roots from Idaho and gone to the deep south to help my father's health. A distant cousin farmed in Ozark, Alabama, just a short distance from the base. I had told the Colonel what had happened and he waited until something came open in the area.

Ozark is a small city of around 15,000 people in the southeast corner of Alabama. There a farmer found all of the open spaces necessary to be successful. My father and my two brothers had signed on to work my distant cousin's main farm, while being allowed to buy a small farm attached to the property. All of the letters I received from them complained about the muggy heat, but they were amazed at the long growing season, so different from Idaho. My two sisters were attending school; Mary was completing her senior year in high school, and Dorothy was working on her associates degree at Enterprise State Community College, in nursing of all things. Mother, remained a housewife and continued to have supper on the table every night. They all attended church at the local Pentecostal Holiness on Sundays as it seemed to be the closest in values to what my father and mother were raised with. I could tell that my siblings were getting to the age that they really didn't want to follow in their ways.

The closest city is Dothan, and Ozark is around seventy five miles from the capitol of Montgomery. Troy, Alabama, is between the two cities and hosts a very large University. Troy University is where I would gain some classes to help me on my way to becoming a doctor. They did not have a medical school, but did have an adequate pre-med and one of the finest nursing schools in the south, offering a Master's degree. Most importantly for me, they had several branches set up for military located around the world. If for some reason I would be transferred, I could be close to a branch.

I reported to my commanding officer, Lt. Colonel Mabry S. Mashburn, two weeks after I had left Dana crying on the tarmac in Afghanistan. He was the administrative officer for the Lyster Army Health Clinic. I was assigned to the physical therapy section of the facility where I would work, not only those coming back from the Middle East Theater, but Viet Nam and Gulf War veterans as well. Col. Mashburn just happened to be a personal friend of Lt. Col. Jess Morgan Thrasher, my CO in Afghanistan.

Before I get too far into the story, I have to digress for a moment. There were stops on the way, including four days in Bermuda for rest and relaxation purposes. I lay on the beach some of the time and developed a deepening of the tan I had started in Afghanistan. I looked at the beautiful women on the beach, but I also found myself looking at the unbelievable physiques of the men that wandered the beach dressed in their tiny Speedos. Most of the people I observed were hard bodies, both men and women, very attractive and exuding sensual vibes. More than once, I found myself preoccupied with twenty something men, remembering the feeling of having Sam's stiff cock in my mouth. I was not horrified about the thoughts, but I was extremely interested in why now I was fantasizing about it.

At night, I would find a nice quiet lounge and slowly sip the cocktails offered, continuing my visual feast upon the beautiful humanity there. The beach-side bars were amazing and most of people present were people coming off the beach, the women wrapped in a sheer drape and the men wearing their Speedos and a T-shirt cover. The tone of the leg muscles of most of the patrons were sleek, muscular, and well tanned. Most of the men wearing the Speedos exhibited the outlines of semi-erect cocks, very easy to see and imagine.

The third night I was there, I saw a woman sitting at the bar that simply mesmerized me. She was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Gorgeous is an understatement. She was taller than most, around 5' 10”. Her hair was full bodied, blond, and stylishly cut. She had a full figured one piece bathing suit on with a wrap around her waist designed with modern patterns with bright almost fluorescent colors. Her feet had sandled heels, the type that wrapped around the ankles with the toes exposed and cut to allow them to breathe. Her makeup was impeccable, so perfect and so beautiful. I could only imagine how she smelled. I wondered why a crowd of men weren't gathered trying to hit on her.

When the waitress came to my table, I asked her about the woman. She giggled and said, “You've got to be desperate for that one,” in her slight British accent.

“Why is that,” I questioned. “She is amazing.”

“Well amazing is a word I could use to describe the person that you see over there, but her is not a descriptor.”

“Huh?”

“She is a pre-op transgender person, really still technically a man. Yes, she has the tits, and the hormones coursing through her veins, but she still has the equipment and she still uses it.”

“You have got to be kidding?” I said in wonder. I wasn't up on it completely, but I thought that men going through male to female hormone replacement lost the ability to gain an erection most of the time.

“No kidding, mate,” she said. “Now if you find that those facts are intriguing, and you have an inclination to that sort of thing, I can introduce you. We are friends and for what's its worth, she knows how to use that man stick of hers. I have enjoyed her prowess several times when there was no one else available. She does women, but she prefers men. Want me to ask her to come sit with you? The locals know her and know about her 'secret.' Most of the men won't approach her in public, but I know for a fact many have her phone number. Many of the men will make fun when some unknowing tourist hits on her. You are that tourist today and only I know that you know. Most of them will envy you anyway, wishing it was them.”

I was shocked, but a little more than interested. I knew that people existed like this; they were the blunt of jokes on base among the heterosexual he-men. I had never seen a transgender person. This “girl” was passable in all sense of the term. “Uh, you won't think me bad to invite her would you?”

“Listen, bub, I am bi and I do it with women, why would I be concerned about you wanting to meet her. She is just as picky about new people as any other woman. If you get her in bed tonight, it will be a conquest. She doesn't just sleep with anyone. Wine her and dine her, it don't mean you're gonna get your cocked sucked or your ass fucked.”

I thought about it a second, and then succumbed to the unusual attraction I felt for the “woman.” “Buy her a drink for me, whatever she's having, and then tell her I want to meet her.”

“Whatever you want, bub,” she said as she went back to the bar and whispered into the person's ear. When the drink was served, which turned out to be a twenty five dollar champagne cocktail, she got off the bar stool and walked toward me. There was no way my mind was resolving the fact that the person coming toward me was male. As she got closer, my erection about broke through my zipper. There has never been a time, except when Dana and I first started flirting that I had felt the sexual tension I was feeling then.

I stood up and walked to the other side of the table, pulled the chair back, and when she sat I helped her move up to the table. She placed her drink on the table and offered me her hand. I gently took it, and gave it a kiss as any gentleman would kiss the hand of a lady. I moved back to the other side of the table and sat admiring the beautiful person in front of me.

“Janet told me you know, and you still invited me. Are you gay, bisexual, or just curious?” she asked.

“I am bisexual, leaning towards women, but I have had experiences with both sexes. My ex was bisexual as well and we shared with two of her lesbian friends.,” I answered not taking my eyes off her.

“I am more in the mood to get to know you, than jump into bed with you,” she commented.

“I am just honored to meet you and my primary purpose was to meet you with no expectations,” I responded.

“Do you consider me a freak?” she said suddenly getting serious.

“Of course not!” I answered truthfully. “I think that you exude femininity in your appearance. As a matter of fact, you seem more feminine than most women. I find that especially appealing. Even your voice is that of a woman. It is lyrical in method and precise in inflection. Who would not like to get to know someone like you?” I questioned.

“There are many men who, when they find out I am trans, run the other way and then ridicule me or try to destroy me. Most of the people who know, support me, but it's hard here. The police have accused me of male prostitution, but there's no money transaction. I'm a person and I want to have relationships like everyone else. I want to be asked out, to date, to explore the relationship and if it is right do whatever any other couple does...”

I sat watching this amazing person, realizing at that moment she was as vulnerable as any other human on the face of the planet. “How big?” I asked.

“What?” she replied slightly confused.

“Your penis, how big?” and I smiled from ear to ear, letting her know I was just teasing her. She laughed, almost guffawed.

“Quite an approach for melting the ice,” she said after she recovered. I glanced at the waitress and winked. She smiled back.

“I understand that you and Janet...” I started.

“Yes, we comfort each other when neither of us are getting what we really want.”

“What is your name, mine is Mike?”

“I am Christina.”

“Christina, what say you and I pay for the drinks and get out of here.” I paused for a second then continued. “I don't mean go to my hotel or your place, but to walk on the beach or find someplace a little more private to talk.”

“I never questioned what you meant, Mike. You have already swept me off my feet, so to speak.”

I paid for both of us, even what she had on a tab prior to us being introduced. I thanked Janet who made the comment that she wished there were more men like me out there. Christina and I left to walk and talk. We talked about everything. I told her about Sam, Dana, the girls, and anything else she would listen to. Our families were discussed briefly. She described how her dad reacted when she came out as gay and his apparent relief when he found out she was really transgender, although he didn't understand that she would eventually have to undergo transition surgery to become what she felt like she was.

At two in the morning, I noticed she was beginning to yawn slightly. She apologized, but said she had been up early that morning and had worked most of the day. She asked if I could walk her to her bungalow. I had nothing better to do and I could simply get up when I wanted to the next day. We came to the door and stood for a moment. I thanked her for the wonderful evening and turned to leave. She told me to wait and when I turned around she was right in front of me. The kiss that happened buckled my knees. I never knew it was possible to feel that way about someone who I had just met. It was tender, not rough like I might have expected it to be. There was a searching, an intertwining of tongues. My mind was swirling and I might have passed out if she hadn't pulled away.

“Mike,” she paused shyly, “I want you to stay. I can't explain why but I want you right now.” She didn't hesitate as she knelt before me, unzipped my pants, pulled out my rigid cock, and engulfed it. My knees buckled and I started to go down. She guided me to the ground. I didn't care that we were outside her apartment, with the light on. Nothing like this had ever happened to me and I could care less. Actually, the entrance of her bungalow was hidden by large palms, palmettos, banana trees, huge elephant ears and other tropical plants. No one would notice anything was amiss unless they walked up on us.

I moaned as she slid her mouth up and down on my dick rolling her tongue around driving me insane. At times I stopped her head motion so I didn't cum too quickly. She simply held my cock in her warm mouth until the feeling subsided and then I moved my hands and she started the movement again. Six times I did that and the last time she told me not to stop. I didn't and the orgasm I had was the strongest I remembered since the first time with Dana.

I lay totally spent on the stoop of Christina's bungalow. I had my eyes closed reveling in the rapture of my orgasm. I did not feel any movement at all and opened the eyes to see Christina looking at me with a smile, a little trace of the semen on the corners of her lips.

“You are so sweet,” she complimented.

“What do you mean?” I questioned knowing I had not done anything to deserve the compliment.

“You taste so sweet. There is no unpleasant odor to your cock. Your cum is scrumptious. I loved it.”

“I feel you haven't been satisfied,” I said.

“Honey, I haven't cum, if that’s what you mean, but I am satisfied. I have more if you are willing to go forward. So far you have had a blow job from a beautiful woman. Next, I want you to experience the total package of what I have to offer. Are you game?”

“I haven't gone this far to say no to the offer.” My mind was spinning at the possibilities.

We got up and proceeded into her abode. The place was immaculate, nice furniture, beautiful oval rugs placed over stone tiles. I looked around to see wonderful artwork of all types and tastefully placed photographs in appropriate places. There was no dust on the furniture, the counter tops in the kitchen were clean and organized, and there was no dishes in the sink.

“Your place is amazing,” I said admiringly.

“Thank you, kind sir. Now if you would sit in the chair over there, I am going to give you a show,” she offered, pointing to an over-stuffed, brown leather arm chair.

When I sat, she turned music on. It was soft and seductive jazz playing just loud enough to know it was there, but not so loud as to take away the moment. After a few moments, she began moving her hips with the erotic passages being played. I could feel my cock beginning to rise once again. She slowly unwrapped the fabric circling her waist, using it to create a surrealistic aura. Finally, after several minutes of slowly turning and dancing to the music, she tossed the wrap to me, which I caught and laid across my lap.

One strap of the bathing suit slowly slid down her shoulder, and then the other. She rolled the top of the suit slowly down until I saw the rise of her breast. At this point, I thought I had been had. What I was seeing in front of me was a beautiful woman. There didn't appear augments to the breast and she seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. I was told that the hormones really worked wonders on her and what she exhibited were hers without help.

The suit kept coming down until the breast were completely free, the most perfect pair I had ever seen on a real woman. I still thought I was being conned, but allowed her to continue. There was no outward sign of the outlines of a cock in her crotch. The tease was getting to me and I felt I was fidgeting a little too much, trying to move my dick against the fabric of my pants.

Her naked hips came into view and still there was nothing for me to see that would tell me she was transgender. Finally, the suit dropped to the floor and I found myself disappointed, because the way she was standing, her legs slightly crossed, I still could not see anything but a trimmed pubic bush.

“Are you ready,” she asked huskily.

“Really, you are asking me that now?” I questioned. “You know I am as you can see this tent I am producing.”

She turned away from me and when she turned back there was a nine inch cock with balls jutting from her front at full attention. I swooned and fell to my knees. I had never seen anything like what was before me. She glided to me and positioned her cock inches from my face. I hadn't sucked a male off, since Sam, but I had no questions about what I was going to do now.

I reached out and placed my hands on her hips. I drew her to me, eying the drop of pre-cum, about to drip to the floor. I stuck my tongue out and caught it before it had a chance to make its escape. When I did I let a little breath fall on the tip of her penis. There was shuddering all over her body and a deep hum escaping through partially closed lips. I licked tentatively on the underside of the glans, smearing some of the remaining pre-cum over the bottom. She quivered more. I opened my mouth and placed the tip on my tongue. I teased and wouldn't go further, but that made her shiver even more. Christina was a trooper, but I could tell her need. Finally, after almost two minutes into the tease, I took as much of her into my mouth as I could. It was literally impossible for someone as inexperienced as me to deep throat the member. It was too big.

I didn't let it stop me though. I licked the shaft up and down, sucked on the hairless balls gently, then licked back up and took it in my mouth again. Her cock was long, thick and very veiny. This lady had a piece of equipment any man would be proud to call his own. No wonder Janet had loved the sex with Christina. I removed my mouth from her penis and slowly stood, stopping to suckle her nipples and breasts. There was a moment I thought she had cum as the spasming intensified, but I looked down and only saw a stream of seminal fluid straining to find the floor. When I had finally stood up completely, I kissed her deeply, with the enthusiasm I had only shown birthed females. Christina could tell the difference and completely gave herself to me. I thought I was in control, but would soon realize that neither of us had control.

We ended up on the floor her on top of me. The beautiful girl wrestled me and help me remove my clothes. There was nothing simple about that as we were so turned on that we didn't want to stop for the mundane. The pulls and tugs of my clothes added to the excitement. Soon we were both very naked rolling around on the floor, wrestling for all that was worth. I couldn't get over her perfect breasts. They were full, perhaps large C cups. I don't really care the dimensions of this woman, because at that moment she was the most beautiful woman in the world. If she didn't have the dick she would make any other woman jealous.

We continued tussling on the floor, enraptured with each other. Our cocks kept meeting and touching, making the intensity of the close body contact increase. We continued our special “dance” on the floor, each attempting to get control, working up a sweat, and sensously sliding against each other. Constantly twisting and turning for position, I realized that she had gotten behind me and her cock was resting between my ask cheeks. I had never been fucked in the ass before and it was sobering to me to realize that might happen. I felt her move a moment later, and she reached into a night stand and pulled out several condoms and some lube. She leaned into me and asked if it was alright to go there and I told her I wasn't backing out. I realized that she was planning to be safe, so I turned to face her and help her put on the rubber. I looked into her eyes and realized that there was no turning back. My mind was reeling. What was I doing, my mind pleaded? I told it to shut up and let me get back to what my body said was right for the moment. A conscience is a very bad thing at times like I was experiencing. I would probably regret what I was doing, but I was far too gone to stop then.

She put the lube into the crease of my ass and probed my hole with her long nailed fingers. I flinched a little when she put the first digit in, but soon got into it, pushing gently back on her finger. I heard the squirting of more lube and then she introduced a second finger. Gently, making my sphincter relax, she prodded and soon there was little discomfort. Another sound of additional lube, but this time the fingers didn't come back. I could feel the tip of her cock poised at the entrance to my nether region. With slow gentle pressure, she pushed. It didn't seem possible for something that big to enter my hole, but after a few moments the tip of her massive rod slid into and just past the sphincter muscle. I gasped, she held me tight and firm while she waited for my ass to accept the intruder. Finally, after several minutes she began to move, slowly at first. I couldn't believe the sensations I was feeling or the emotions that washed over me. I felt horror at one point, gladness at another. I teared up, but not because it hurt, but because it was wonderful. As I began to help with her motions the slight pain that I had experienced seemed to wane. When she glided her cock across my prostrate gland, more emotions and pleasures coursed through my body.

She had been behind me so far, but in her passion, she pulled out and flipped me onto my back and then slid into me while she looked into my eyes. I was lost in those beautiful eyes and as she got faster and faster, sliding the whole length into me, I became lost in my passion. I had never, ever experienced anything more intense in my entire existence. Nothing I had done sexually had prepared me for the wave after wave of sensual crests. She was really pumping my ass at that point and I felt a warmth build from the friction, but it was not painful. I felt like it added to the tension of the moment. She had placed her head on my shoulder, but continued to pound full length in and out. I lost it and shot a load between us causing us to slide even more. The orgasm came on so suddenly that I found myself completely taken by surprise. My cumming didn't stop her though. The pounding increased and I felt the slapping of her balls on my ass. My erection didn't go away and I immediately got back into the flow.

I soon felt her tense a little as she bit down on my shoulder, but she didn't cum. She told me she was close and asked if I could finish her by sucking her to completion. I nodded, she pulled out, ripped the rubber off, slipped up to straddle my chest and stuck that rock hard iron into my mouth. It was almost scalding hot from the friction, but I didn't try to remove it. I sucked with all abandon. I felt her tense, heard her moan a low hiss, and then I tasted her seed as it splashed into my mouth, over and over again. The taste was sightly salty, but much better than Sam's had been. The consistency was thick, almost like cooked pudding before it cools. I gagged, swallowed, and gagged again, but kept swallowing. I was so turned on again, that I consumed as much as I could, then when she got off and lay on the floor beside me, I went after my cum on her stomach.

With cum still in my mouth I crawled up and kissed her, full open mouth, mixing the flavors of her orgasm and mine. We continued for what seemed like forever, but when we paused, I realized that I once again had a raging erection. Christina noticed it as well and reached for another condom. She rolled it on my cock and then put plenty of lube at the tip. I saw her put some on her hand and reach behind her to lube her ass. Instead of me moving to her however, she straddled me once again. Holding my dick in her hand, she positioned her ass over the tip. I thought she would do like she had done to me, but she simply sat on my rod. I almost died. I had never even thought the feeling of a tight asshole would feel better than a vagina, but at that moment I had feelings that I could debate it with myself. She began moving up and down. I realized she was in tremendous shape. I would have to ask her about that later, but I needed to move toward orgasm for the third time. The faster she moved, the more her cock slapped my stomach. I noticed it growing once again. We aren't going to go anywhere tomorrow, I thought. It must be four in the morning. Was I complaining? Not a chance. I was, for the first time in my life, experiencing gay sex freely, without feeling I had been seduced.

The more she bounced, the more her cock grew, and the more it slapped on my stomach and then the lower part of my chest. Nine inches can be intimidating, but all I wanted from it was to suck it again. The erection in my face was so hard, that I was amazed I was the cause of it. I told her I was about to cum and she pulled herself off, reversed positions, pulled the condom off, and began sucking. In the process she had successfully placed her cock at my lips. I opened and consumed that pole of flesh, only able to suck about four or five inches in. I was doing my best, but she had been able to deep throat me again. I was reaching my climax when I notice she was shaking, convulsing, all over. I realized she was close again and decided to try to hold on before I popped until I felt that first splash against my tongue.

When I tasted her sperm, I shot and shot. I must have pulsed six or seven times, each one with more intensity. I was wasted, emotionally and physically. I collapsed away from her, but she had enough strength to crawl up and nestle into my arms. We fell asleep and woke the next morning still nude and still covered in our sex.

Christina offered to cook breakfast. Who was I to say no? Our conversation went back and forth about the night before. I was asked several times if I was sure it was my first time and I assured her other than the oral sex it was, but even that was so much more intense than it had been with Sam all those years before. The beautiful lady from the night before was still gorgeous, even after all of the previous night's activities, even with the light streaming into her bungalow. I asked her if and when she was going to do the transition surgery and she told me soon, but she still had a little money to raise. I told her that if she wanted to save the surgery money, she could continue to enjoy having sex with the many men who visited the Island. Her reply was simple.

“I am not comfortable like this right now, so I intend to do the surgery. I will become the complete woman I know I can be. Last night, however, was the most intense sex I have ever had with anyone.” She smiled demurely, then continued. “If you were to tell me you wanted me like I was, I would consider staying like I am.”

“Right now is not the opportune time,” I said. “I have to finish my schooling and become the doctor I want to be.” We discussed other possibilities, like her moving to the states with me and living as a woman, also as my partner, since she was more passable than many biological women out there. When we had gotten the money together, we fantasized, she could have the surgery.

Before I left her that day, we had another amazing bout. I learned about the erogenous zones around the ass hole and the sensations afforded by giving and receiving a rim job. The first time her tongue touched my ass, I came.

When I left to go back to the hotel, we kissed. We kissed like two heterosexual lovers who had been seeing each other for a while and the lust had not died down. I did promise to keep in touch and once I got settled at my new post I would invite her to come for an all expenses paid visit. She was definitely worth the experience and I truly meant what I said, but we departed with the distinct possibility that we would never see each other again. I certainly hope the meeting would happen again. She was a true feminine spirit.

I did stop by the bar to see Janet. I found her in the store room after the manager told me I could talk to her. She recognized me and smiled. I told her about the amazing time we had walking and holding hands. I thanked her for introducing us as it was one of the most unique experiences of my life. Janet asked me how much longer I was going to be around and I told her that I would be flying out at eight that evening. She gave me a reason to reconsider when she told me she would have considered a threesome with Christina and I, but I deferred for obvious reasons. I was on a schedule and I didn't need to miss my check in time.

I regretted leaving Christina, but there were no other options. She was a Brit and she could not get a visa to the US on short notice. There was nothing I could do and I knew there would be an issue when she looked so much like the most beautiful woman in the world and she declared herself a male. In those days there was no such thing as gender equality.

That trip created memories for me to ponder, but it was time for me to get back to the present. The story I started and then wandered from continues with me visiting my family.

Both my brothers worked so hard that there was little time for them to be social any time except at church. Thomas had a girl who went to the church that he would take out to eat and see a movie rarely. James, had no one interested and he himself did not appear to be interested in the opposite sex himself. I loved both of them, but I had a special affinity with James. He was so much like me when I was his age, so I decided to help him get over his shyness and introduce him to some girls at the church when I attended as well.

My sisters I have already spoken about. The only exception was I didn't talk about their beauty. Both of them had a proper mixture of Mom and Dad. They each had a similar look, but Mary had Mom's eyes and high cheek bones. Dorothy, on the other hand, had Dad's chiseled features, softer and more feminine, but you could tell she was his daughter. Both were slim and very attractive. They had a full head of hair and each wore their's in an older style similar to that of the 1940s movie starlets.

I arrived at their new home on Friday evening after flying in from Bermuda. They were expecting me, so when I walked through the door everyone rushed me. My dad, who had aged greatly during his sickness, shook my hand and then hugged my neck. My mom rushed to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. My brothers took their turns shaking my hand and welcoming me in their own way. Dorothy, hugged me and gave me a peck on my cheek. Mary, however, didn't quite know how to greet relatives, especially close family like brothers, turned her head at the time I was going to kiss her on the cheek and we ended up mouth to mouth. Did I detect a little tongue in there? Couldn't be. We were both quite embarrassed that it had happened, but no one else seemed to have noticed.

I had planned to stay the weekend and report once again at duty time on Monday. I would even attend church with the family on Sunday, a tradition I had not held up to in the military. My place was on the sleeper sofa in the living room. The new place had four bedrooms. Thomas and James shared one and each of the girls had their own. Mom and dad had one on the other side of the house. The air conditioner was a godsend as in Alabama you must have an air conditioner or suffer the terrible humidity of the area.

After everyone had asked their questions, Mom and Dad excused themselves to go to bed. Thomas and James complained that they had to work on Saturday, so they retired as well. That left me with Mary and Dorothy who were eager to know everything about my love life. I couldn't tell them the complete truth, but I did tell them about Dana and explained that we almost got married. They were wide eyed as I told them of her. They asked me why we weren't still together and my answer was simple. There was too many differences between us that was unworkable, but there may be an opportunity in the future for us to get back together. It all depended on her and her friends I told them. They understood that sometimes you have to choose who you would rather spend your time with, your fiance or your friends.

Dorothy excused herself, bent down and gave me a peck on the cheek. Mary was left and I realized why she waited till the end. She was still concerned about the kiss earlier.

“I don't know what happened. It was an accident,” she said.

“I know it was. Don't worry about it Mary,” I soothed.

“I have missed you so much,” she said. “Every time I heard about someone getting killed over there, I was worried.”

“I am home now. You don't have to worry anymore.”

“Mike?”

“Yes, Mary!”

“Did you ever have sex with Dana?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Mother says we have to protect ourselves from the evil temptations out there. We have to spiritually prepare for our adulthood. All I can think about is bad things...like sex. The boys at school are so cute. There are two or three that want to ask me out, but Mom and Dad would never allow me to go out with them.”

“Mary, you are eighteen years old,” I stated. “You shouldn't have to ask their permission. You should give them the courtesy of letting them know, but you don't need to ask permission.”

“I know Mike, but even if I do let them know, I am so inexperienced about things I wouldn't know how to talk on a date....or kiss on a date,” she announced shyly.

I changed the subject slightly, because I was getting slightly wary of the conversation. “To answer your question about Dana and I, you know the answer.”

“Really,” she beamed. “What was it like? I mean....”

“Mary, its really hard for me to talk to my sister about this kind of stuff, especially since I haven't seen you in years.”

“Do you think I'm cute, Mike?”

“You know you are,” I replied really getting a nervous feeling.

“No I don't. The boys at school don't look at me like I'm pretty.”

“You just don't think they do, but you are so cute, they are probably afraid to approach you,” I said in a matter of fact way.

“Oh, Mike, I love you!” With that she reached over and planted a big kiss right on my lips. It lingered and without thinking I responded. Her eyes got really big, but she didn't pull away. When the kiss did break, several seconds after it had started, I saw her blush. “Will you teach me how to....”

“I can't believe that even happened. You know the answer to that, too, Mary. We'll be crossing the line. It would kill Mom and Dad if they ever found out.

“I would never tell. Who would know, except me and you?”

“That's all it would take for me and you to live guilty for eternity knowing what we did on a lark,” I scolded, whispering because I knew it was getting too intense.

She leaned into me and whispered softly and seductively, “You know you enjoyed that. You kissed back.”

“Habit,” I responded.

She leaned in a little closer. I could feel her breath on my face. I didn't stop her and she leaned in and planted another, softer, more seductive kiss on my lips. I guess I was tired, because this time I didn't stop. Mary and I were soon locked in a make out session that would lead to no good. My hands were searching....seeking. I found her breasts and began massaging them through the fabric of her blouse. She didn't stop me, so I reached through to her bare skin and she trembled at the touch. At this point, this was no longer Mary. This was a girl, someone I could use to gain release.

Mary in the meantime had reached into my shorts and had grabbed my already erect cock and began stroking. The passion was building to the intensity of the times I had experienced with Dana. Mary had become Dana. She had become the focal point of my release. I reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. I moved my fingers to her cunt and felt a soaking of someone who had wanted it for years. I lifted her to me, released my cock from my pants and found my mark and pushed. I was only slightly surprised she wasn't a virgin. She knew far too much about how to get around a man's body. I continued thrusting looking at her through passion soaked eyes. She was in a similar condition. When she began moaning, I had to put my hand over her mouth. Then there was someone else....Dorothy was standing on the other side of the room. I thought she was in shock, but she had her hand at her crotch and she was masturbating furiously, trying to get off. Mary motioned her over, got off my cock, and had Dorothy straddle me. What was wrong with me? I was home six hours and I was screwing both my sisters. It had been a fantasy of mine since I was a child. Now it was a reality.

I shoved into her over and over. Mary had begun to feel Dorothy's breasts and before long she had moved her hand underneath Dorothy's night gown and began fingering her clitoris...while I was fucking her sister. I heard Dorothy let out a low moan and I knew she was cumming. As soon as she finished and started coming down. Mary replaced her.

“I won't cum in you, sis,” I said purposely.

“Let me know when you are about to blow and I will get off.”

Several minutes later I choked and nodded. She got off and before I knew what had happened she had replaced her cunt with her mouth. It was more than I could take and I shot deep into her throat. She was no stranger to this either, as she didn't spill a drop.

After I calmed down I watched as my two sisters climbed into a sixty-nine and began eating each other. I was beside my self, but that wasn't the end of the night. Both my brothers had come into the room and were watching as my sisters fucking on the floor. James got down on the floor and pulled Thomas' dick out of his pajamas and began sucking him. I was shocked. All four of my siblings were incestous. Now so was I.

When Thomas blew his wad, James crawled over to me and stuffed my newly rigid dick into his mouth. He sucked and sucked until I once again blew a load, this time into the waiting mouth of my youngest brother. When I came back to reality, Thomas was on the floor fucking Dorothy and Mary had found a way to lick his asshole. I instantly gained a new erection, which James realized and he straddled me and lowered himself onto my cock, no lube needed. He and Thomas must have been doing this for years. He rode with abandon. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips and he whispered these fateful words.

“Mom and Dad know and they encourage it. They don't participate themselves but they encourage it. It was their idea for us to seduce you tonight.”

To say I was shocked was, of course, an understatement.

After everyone finished and lay spent, I began asking questions. No one really wanted to answer, but finally, Thomas let me in on what had happened while I was away.

“One night, about five years ago, Mom walked in on me corn holing James. She turned and didn't say anything except that she expected us for breakfast and we would discuss things there. When we arrived, Dorothy and Mary sat with us. I thought that rather strange, but let everything fall where it would. Dad walked into the kitchen and sat down with a very serious look on his face.”

“He took a long time in speaking, all of us were pretty scared and we didn't really know what to expect. His punishments were always harsh when we did what we weren't supposed to do. You remember that, don't you, Mike?”

I nodded and he continued.

“When dad started, he didn't stop for several minutes. He thanked us for all we did on the farm. He called us upstanding people and then he hit us with the big surprise. He told us that he and Mom had done us an injustice by keeping us on the farm. He felt that they had betrayed our growing up. They blamed themselves for what they called 'our lack of social experience.' James and I had found out that Dorothy and Mary had been caught diddling each other several months before and when Mom found James getting butt fucked by me, they decided to let us know how they felt.”

There was a short pause as they moved and adjusted themselves on the floor. I searched into their eyes for the guilt I felt, but there was none. I really couldn't understand how I let that happen. The only one of my siblings I had not touched was Thomas.

“They told us being on a secluded farm was a lonely place, that when they lived on a farm they experienced similar experiences with their siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins. Their parents never molested them and so far they haven't molested us. There have been times we have caught Mom watching us a we were having sex and the girls have reported that they caught her masturbating while they ate each other.”

“The capper to their talk was they encouraged us to get our sexual release with ourselves and not people we met at the church or school. There were basically two rules. First, they told us to make sure we understood how not to make babies and never to cum inside our sisters. They even bought a box of condoms, one of which I used when I was screwing Dorothy earlier. Second, we were forbidden to tell anyone about it. Others wouldn't understand, even those in Alabama, which has an unfounded reputation for incest.”

“This afternoon, they brought us together and told us to seduce you. We sicked Mary on you as she is the most sexual of the four of us. She just loves sex, loves fucking, and loves eating Dorothy out. She even gives the boys blowjobs at school. She doesn't screw them...its only oral for her there. When we asked her, she jumped at the chance and from what we witnessed she didn't have to try real hard, ” he smiled.

I shook my head in amazement at the story. I probably would to understand if they still lived in Idaho, but here, where people were so much closer, was a little different. As if reading my mind, Mary spoke.

“You know we stick with ourselves, because its safer. By not having to undergo the flirtations with the boys or girls at school, we don't feel stress and actually we are much more secure than most of the people we do associate with. Actually, I do love sucking cock and I just love the taste of cum. I have even orgasmed at times when the load was big. I have about six boys who seek me out if they need release. I told them if they ever told anyone, I would cut them off. So far no one has bragged.”

“If Mom and Dad had been the ones who introduced us to sex, we might feel different, but since we figured it out for ourselves and they haven't attempted to join us, we feel we are just being curious teenagers and learning experiences that we will be able to use in adult relationships later on. Its very simple, if we feel the desire to get off, we either do it by masturbating or grab a brother or sister. We are extremely happy at how this has worked out.”

“I wonder why Mom and Dad decided to let you seduce me?” I pondered.

“They didn't want you sleeping over here, lying awake at night and listening to our sex play, then go searching in the house to see where the noises were coming from,” Dorothy interjected.

There was a pause in the conversation, so I decided to give them a little story about my sexual escapades. “I'm exhausted. I just flew in from Bermuda Wednesday, where I screwed and sucked a transgender woman.” I needed to put the shock into them. “I have never fucked a person with a cock and tits, especially one as beautiful as Christina was.” Their faces, while shocked told the story of sex crazed teenagers. They were almost licking their lips at the prospect. There were the many questions that followed an announcement like that, but in the end, I knew that they now understood who the king of the sexual hill was in this family. I would make sure I taught them the wonders of a rim job later on.

I would talk to Mom and Dad the following morning to find out what was truly going on.

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Stay tuned for the next chapter: Chapter 4:Exposure: Special Desires