Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2014 04:20:49 -0700 From: Jack Fuller Subject: Jacob Got Caught (incest) I've been reading several stories on this website, and have decided to share a story from long ago. I've never spoken of it to anyone. Everyone else involved has past. But my memory is clear, and I remember it with a sense of excitement. Pa died back in 1937 when I was 5 years old. Mother was left alone to care for four children. I was the youngest, with two older sisters and an older brother. Times were tough everywhere, including rural middle Tennessee. My brother Jacob was 8, and my sisters were 9 and 7. None of us were old enough to help Mother with the farm, as small as it was. So we moved into "town" (if you could call it that) to live with Mother's sister and family. There wasn't enough room in the house for us to live, but the old homestead outback was still standing and would make due. It was small, with a single room downstairs which served as general living quarters, dining room, and Mother's bedroom. A set of steep stairs led up to a loft with two double beds where all 4 kids slept. Mother took in laundry and sewing to make what money she could. As we children got older and were able, we'd pick up chores and get odd jobs as available. Mother was stern and made sure we stayed busy, as "idleness was the devil's workshop." The main part of my story took place seven years later. I was 12, Jacob was 15, and my sisters 16 and 14. I awoke to hear Jacob sternly telling my sisters, "I'm warning you. Not a word!" My sisters laughed out loud as Jacob quickly went down the stairs. But, Missy and Jane wouldn't tell me a word. Breakfast was akward, with the girls giggling and Jacob red in the face and silent. Mother had enough, and asked what was going on. The girls laughed out loud, and Jacob slammed his fist on the table and glared at them. They couldn't control their laughter, but Mother found no humor. She demanded to know what was going on. No one spoke. Mother gave a heavy sigh, and stated, "Obviously someone is up to no good, and if no one is going to fess up, I guess everyone gets the switch." Mother was not one for games. When someone had done wrong, punishment was swift and severe. She was going to get to the bottom of things. The girls stopped laughing. Jacob looked as if he would cry. Missy softly started to speak, "This morning when we woke up...." Silence. "Out with it!" Mother demanded. Missy continued. "Jacob was playing with it." "What?" Jane spoke up. "Jacob had his nightshirt pulled up and was touching himself... down there." Mother turned beet red and pursed her lips. After what seemed like forever, she glared at Jacob and said, "The sin of Onan." She looked down at the table and said,"Jacob, go upstairs and get ready for your punishment." Then Mother looked at me and said. "Go get a switch." We all knew what was coming. At least we thought we knew what was coming. When I returned with the switch, Mother told the girls and me to go upstairs. Were we being punished too for some reason? We were all nervous and confused. When we got upstairs, Jacob had assumed "the position". He lay face down on the bed with his bare ass exposed. His pants were at his kneed and the bottom of his shirt was pulled up just above his waist. "What are they doing here!" he demanded. Mother stated, "Sinfulness is an evil that is done in private. It seeks to not be exposed, because it knows it is shameful. Your sinfulness will be exposed as punishment. Now roll over on your back." We all gasped in surprise. "Mother, no," Jacob whimpered. "Now," she replied. Jacob moved onto his back, cupping his hands over his genitals. "Move your hands," Mother demanded. "You weren't ashamed of your manhood earlier." Shaking, Jacob placed his hands at his sides. "Girls," Mother addressed my sisters,"this is what a boy's privates look like. Get closer and take a look." I ached for Jacob and the embarassment he felt. Mother continued, "You are at an age where boys will be trying to get you to mess around with them. I don't want you to let your curiosity get the better of you and end up in trouble. So look know so you know. Missy, go ahead and touch him." Tears of embarassment rolled down Jacobs cheeks. Missy hesitantly put out two fingers and touched Jacob's scrotum. "Go on," Mother urged. Missy wrapped her palm and fingers around Jacob's penis, and it began to grow. She stroked her hand up and down two or three times and let go. Jacob's penis was now fully erect. His eyes were clinched. And tears continued to roll down his cheeks. "OK, Jane. Now your turn," Mother instructed. Jane was not nearly as shy, taking hold of Jacobs penis and rubbing her hand up and down vigorously. With her other hand she rubbed Jacob's balls. "That's enogh," Mother quickly said, pulling Jane away. Mother looked at me and asked, "Have you started getting hard yet?" "No!" I blurted out. Actually, I had been getting erections for several months, but was afraid of what might happen if I admitted it. "Go on," Mother said. "Go ahead and see what it will feel like when you do start." I stepped forward and wrapped my hand around Jacob's erect penis. It was definitely larger than my own penis. But it also felt enticingly different than holding my own cock. I stroked up and down a few times, but quickly released when I realized that I was getting an erection myself. I stepped back. Jacob still lay on the bed in front of us, with a raging erection. "OK, Jacob," Mother said, "Go ahead and show everyone what happens when you play with it long enogh." Jacob obediently grabbed hold of his penis and started stroking. Slowly at first, but momementum began to build. Before long his hand was pounding up and down. Grunts came from his throat with each stroke. His breaths became more deliberate and he clinched his eyelids tightly. His legs, his, and belly became rigid, and with a loud series of grunts, cum shot from his penis. Up over his head onto the curtain at the head of the bed. On his face. On his right shoulder and chest. As he continued to moan, it splashed his belly and dribbled on his pubic hair. And with a big sigh, his body relaxed and his hand. Fell to his side. Snap, snap. The switch fell across Jacob's testicles and thighs and then across his lower abdomen. He shot up to a seated position holding his groin. "OK girls, downstairs," Mother commanded. She pointed the switch toward Jacob. "I better not hear of you doing this again," she warned. "Now take off that shirt, gather the linnens, and take down the curtain. They need to be washed." She continued, and gather up all your things. You're moving out to the shack by the barn." She looked at me and said, "You too. You'll be maturing soon. The last thing we need is for you to be up here with your sisters." Neither Jacob nor I spoke of the morning's events as we moved to the shack and did our daily chores. Jacob skipped lunch and dinner - couldn't face the girls. Mother sent a dinner plate with me to give Jacob when I went out for bed. As we lay in bed trying to go to sleep, Jacob spoke to me for the first time all day. "Tom," hesaid, "you lied." "Huh?" I asked. "You lied. You've been getting hard and playing with yourself for at least a couple of months now. I've felt the bed shaking. What if I tell Mother?" he asked. "No! You can't!" I pleaded. I'll do anything if you won't tell!" "Anything?" Jacob asked. "Anything," I replied. "You know, I learned one thing today," Jacob said as he sat up and looked at me. "As good as it feels to rub your cock, it feels even better when someone else does it for you. He smiled. "I bet you're going to show me that a mouth on my cock feels even better."