Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 11:00:13 -0600 From: Kevin Turnbow Subject: My Cutest Cousin 3 My Cutest Cousin – 3 Kebo_t@outlook.com This could also be included in Uncle Fuzzy, if anybody cares to read those. This is one of those painful memories. Nobody was hurt. It just makes me winch when I think about it. The three of us involved still tease each other but we all know not to take it too far. I was again back at greatgrandma's. It was early in the week, so the house wasn't completely full yet. I was happy to go that year, my best cousin Matt was there early too. He and I had been spending a lot more time together during the rest of the year. We had done some exploration with each other and were comfortable doing things. There were times when we played around with girls, even went on double dates and parties together. One of the first afternoons we were there, it was way too cold to go outside. The snow had turned to ice and it was just painful to get hit by it. The dads were checking out the supply of alcohol and trying to decide if they should try to get to the liquor store before the roads got really bad. The moms were in the kitchen, not really cooking. It was where they could talk and visit. For the boys, it was either outside or up in the attic bedroom. Matt, another cousin names Alex, and I were up in the attic. Just us. It was cold up there. There just weren't enough bodies to heat it up like normal. It still smelled. It was a smell that reminded me of the school locker room. Or the smell of day old undies. We never had the privilege of sleeping in the big bed. There was a right that went along with age as to who slept in the big bed. While it was mostly the oldest boys, there were many times when younger boys would get invited to come snuggle or squeeze it. We all knew it was more than snuggling. We were the only 3 boys there. The cold in the room made the bed with the old quilts piled up look very inviting. We could sneak some time in the big bed, get warm, and maybe we could play around. I had done mostly talking about sex and other such good things with Alex, but Matt and I had done more than a few things. We got in the big bed. It was so soft, so warm, and just a cool place to be. It was almost right away when we had to get out of our pants. As we tried to get them off, while still laying on our backs, we tangled them up, pulled them inside out, just made a mess. We tossed them to the side of the bed. As soon as I pulled the quilts back up, I felt a hand on my dick. Matt was massaging my dick and balls. I got laughing. I reached down and all I could reach was the top of both boys' undies. I scrunched down so that I had access to their goodies. Matt's good sized dick was familiar but I couldn't believe how big Alex was. He had a bulge in his undies that was bigger than my hand could grab. I think we probably played around, grabbing each other for about a half hour. And we were giggling the entire time. I'm not sure who decided it was time to remove undies but they came off. We all tossed them off the foot of the bed, landing in the middle of the floor. Shirts came off too. I remember Alex and I being face to face but really chest to chest. The feeling was so great touching chests that I barely felt our dicks touching. I was quick to fix that. We played around, felt each other up. We dove under the covers and took quick sucks on boners, even stopping to suck on a boy nipple. We didn't get serious about sucking dicks at the time, just a few quick sucks, or trying to see if we could get it all in our mouths. At some point, the giggling ended. The groping and playing got a little more serious. One of them said that he was going to have to jack off very soon! And we took off. We even had the tissues passed out. I ended up in the middle and I didn't really have to jack my own dick. At times, I had a dick in each hand and stroking. I was doing that, and the each had a hand on my dick when we were interrupted by a scream! Matt's mom walked in. Not very many moms had ever been seen in that room. I think the undies in the middle of the room was a give away. As well as the movement of the quilts on the bed. As soon as she screamed, Alex's mother came in, cussing. And another mother as well. I have no idea where my mom was. She got to know about it in full detail later on. The moms were yelling, cussing, and praying. They were also swatting at the bed. All three of us ran for cover. Three boys in nothing but white socks were looking for a place to hide. I ran out of the room, I tried to grab my pants as I ran by but Alex's mom grabbed them and pulled them out of my hand. I zigged but missed an opportunity to pick up my undies. I could have and should have grabbed one of the other pairs that was within reach. I ran down the stairs and was heading for the ground floor when I changed direction and headed for the bathroom. The other mom looked like a middle linebacker for the Chicago Bears, Dick Butkus. She wasn't going to let me make it into the bathroom. It seemed like a lot more than 3 of them. I swear I was running around for a full half hour before they caught me. With one hand, they had us by the arm, or ear, and with the other, they were swatting our butts with everything they had. When I got a little bit of a boner, she stopped hitting my butt and took a couple of swats right on my boner. I couldn't get away but I ran around in a circle to keep from letting her get a direct shot at me. I remembered the sound in the hallway. Years later when I had to visit in Arkansas, I got a chance to look inside of a massive chicken coop. I started sweating, the sound coming from the coop was the same sound that was heard in that hallway. Then the dads were summoned. The moms were almost hysterical and certainly out of breath as they told the dads what they saw happening. The dads all told the women to go ahead and go downstairs and "BY GOD, SETTLE DOWN!" I thought I was dead. I was doing what I could to look at my Dad and not make eye contact with him. As the commotion of the moms made its way downstairs, the dads just stood there. The only sound in the room was Alex whispering to himself "fuck fuck fuck fuck". Then my Dad spoke, "Boys, go get your clothes on." We didn't say a thing to each other. We took a long time to straighten the pants, and to put our shirts on, and to completely get dressed. Finally, we went back into the hall on the floor before, ready to meet the wrath of our fathers. We got down there, and there was absolutely no sign of the dads. We stayed in the hall for a long time. We didn't know what to do. We eventually went back upstairs and we sat on our cots. Little by little the conversation started. When the sun went down, and one more family, with one more boy joined up, we all went down to the living room. The dads were sitting around the room, each had a beer. TV was on, showing a college game played where there were palm trees and bright sunshine. My dad patted the cushion next to him and I went to sit next to him. I was waiting for the lecture, or the outlay of the punishment, or the public embarrassment. Instead, I got an arm over my shoulder, rubbing my chest. Every so often, one of the moms passed thru the room and gave us the evil eye and pointed to each one of us. My mom didn't talk to me about it until we were on the way home about a week later. My Dad didn't come to my defense, he just looked straight ahead and drove. She lectured me about how naughty and nasty I was. She was a complete thesaurus, she used peepee, wienie, thingie, penis, boy part, etc, everything but cock or dick.