Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2018 20:02:05 +0000 (UTC) From: "bossmatt1982@yahoo.com" Subject: Sunday Dinners Part 1 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction involving three related teenagers between thirteen and seventeen. (M/M/F)I'd love to hear feedback at bossmatt1982@yahoo.com. I loved Sundays as a child. As the youngest child I was allowed the first shower in the morning, run down to the blueberry pancakes my dad made, and off to church we'd go. Service began at ten-thirty which consisted mostly of hymns, church announcements, and children's time that involved the minister giving a brief childish sermon that would be explained in more detail in Sunday school that started at eleven. Once the children headed off to the basement the minister would start the adult sermon that last half an hour. The adults would then gather for coffee and Bible study while the children stayed in Sunday school until eleven-thirty when the kids would rush upstairs to reunite with their parents. My family loves books. We did not have television in the house. There were book shelves on almost every wall. Books were the lifeblood of the family. My dad and mom were both English professors and could not understand the desire of television over books. The first time I saw a television show at a friend's house it was amazing. My parents took us to the movies once a month, but books were our primary entertainment at home. After church we would head over to the local library where we would spend an hour returning books, roaming the stacks gathering up our weekly books, and then checking them out. We'd be home by twelve-thirty when my siblings and I would work on homework at our personal desks in the study until one o'clock when the lunch my mom and dad made would be ready. During lunch we would discuss our upcoming week and our parents would strategize carpooling and events. My oldest brother, Jay, at seventeen was responsible for taking myself, my older sister, JoAnne, and my other older brother, Jack, to and from school while our parents worked but there were always sports, band, and other activities that school aged children engage in that require later pickup trips to the school and late-night homework sessions to keep up. We would go around the table starting with my oldest brother who sat next to my dad at the head of the table and end with me who sat on the other side of my dad. My mother sat at the opposite side of the table from my dad with the two middle children flanking her. After Sunday dinner the kids were expected to go back to their desks to finish homework or go to their bedrooms to read or play quietly. Since I was the youngest and 13, none of us really played anymore. Sure, I still had my action figures, but they sat in the toybox most of the time. Jay is the jock and loves going outside on a Sunday afternoon and play basketball but none of us are allowed friends to come over or stay the night from Saturday because Sunday is supposed to be about relaxation. But Jay and Jack like to play basketball together and our parents don't mind as long as they don't "roughhouse" and get too loud. I work on my homework and then go sit in my room and read or write. I love writing and creating characters in my head. They're usually science fiction where intergalactic empires are fighting for domination or westerns where my main characters have to out-shoot the villain! At six-thirty we gather around the table again for supper where we discuss world events, give a review of a book that we read or are reading, and then help clear the table, take turns washing dishes, and then do our house cleaning chores until nine when us kids are expected to get our clothes out for morning, make sure our homework and books are in our backpacks, change into our pajamas, and go to bed. Lights out at 10 sharp. That's how it used to be before I discovered the pleasures of my penis. I said farewell to the intergalactic empires and Quick Draw McDuff and welcomed the joys of physical stimulation that my hand could wring from my penis. During the week I would do a quick jerk right before falling asleep at night, but Sundays were meant for relaxation and personal enjoyment, so I would close my door, strip completely, and do a nice slow jerk from three until six. I loved the delayed climax. Sometimes I would almost cum but stop myself just in time. I would relax and let my body return to normal before I would start slowly jerking off again. Cumming on weeknights was fast and with very little reward in terms of the amount of cum produced or physical satisfaction. It was just an itch to be scratched and I loved to scratch it, but Sundays were different. Three hours of masturbating would bring me to such physical satisfaction that I could barely move when it was time for dinner. And the cum! Oh, the cum! It would be like turning on the outside water hose at full blast. I would be coated from my groin all the way to the top of my head with cum. I enjoyed the taste of it, so I loved it when I squirted the cum into my mouth. We are all responsible for our own laundry, so no one sees the towels I use to clean myself up with. This Sunday was no different. We arrived home from the library and I rushed upstairs to my bedroom to put the books away and then headed for my personal desk in the study. Desk might be an exaggeration as it's only a table that's three feet long and two feet wide with a wooden desk chair. There's a pencil holder with pencils, pens, and scissors, a stapler, lamp, and ruler sit on the right side of the table. All the tables are flush against the wall so that we can't get distracted by our siblings. On the wall in front of the table is a motivational poster about doing one's best. I'm in seventh grade and I usually get most of my homework done during sixth hour on Fridays, so I don't have any homework, but sixth hour actually assigned homework this weekend. I was rushing through the worksheet so I could get upstairs. My dick was hard, and I was eager to start jerking off. It was already after four when I finished the worksheet. I jammed it into my school bag and started to run up the stairs. "JOSHUA!!!" My mother yelled. I stopped immediately halfway up the stairs and turned towards her, hoping she didn't see the outline of my hard dick in my khakis. "Is that how we walk up the stairs?" "No," I said silently, blushing in embarrassment. "Come back down here and try again." I walked to the bottom of the stairs where she was standing, counted to ten, turned around, and walked softly up the stairs. When I reached the top, I turned around to see if my mother was still standing there, but she had already left. I closed my door gently and began to strip. There's a mirror behind my bedroom door that I love to get undressed in front of. I slowly undid my tie, unbuttoning my shirt, letting it slowly fall off me as it revealed my smooth skin and bright pink nipples. I ran my hand down my flat stomach with my right hand while pinching one of my nipples with the left. I licked my lips and shook my blond hair as my bright blue eyes took in my body. I slowly undid my belt and pulled it through the loops. As I unbuttoned my slacks my cock jumped in anticipation. The pants slid to the floor and I stepped out of them. All I had left was my blue underwear that were a size too small and showed the ridges of my dick perfectly. I slid them off and stood to admire my body. I wasn't athletic like Jack or Jay, so I didn't have muscles or anything yet, but a couple of girls at school say I'm cute, and want to be my boyfriend. I grasped my dick which was five inches long with a nice girth to it. The head was achingly red and curved slightly upwards. I didn't have a lot of hair yet and being blond the one's I did have weren't very noticeable. I stood at five feet tall and 100 pounds. I lay on my bed, making sure the towel was within reach, and began slowly pumping my dick. I only had an hour and a half before dinner time, but I wanted to make the most of this slow Sunday jerk. Sometimes I imagine a girl from class is stroking my dick in my bed, or a girl is stroking me in the practice rooms behind the band room while I practice playing my sax, or I imagine friends of mine getting it on and not knowing I'm watching. On special occasions, when I know I don't have a lot of time I picture my sister's best friend, Flora. She's a year older than me with red hair, pale skin, green eyes, and big tits. I've never seen them in the flesh, pun intended, but I imagine they're like my nipples, bright pink standing out on her pale skin and when I picture them I play with my nipples; pinching and flicking them. I imagine sucking on her tits as she strokes my cock. I run my hand through her thick hair as she climbs on top of my dick and I push up into her and feel her tightness squeeze me... and... and... "Josh, mom wants you to..." JoAnne walked in just as I came, the cum flying, hitting me in the face, landing all over my belly and chest. She just stood there watching, her eyes as big as saucers. I tried to cover myself with the towel, but I couldn't stop cumming and my body was shaking from the exertion. "Um, mom wants you to help me with my homework, but I'll, um, be downstairs." She quickly closed the door as I huddled under the towel, completely embarrassed. I hate that my dad won't install locks on any of the doors. Even the bathroom doesn't have a lock on it. All of us are considerate of closed doors but JoAnne. Jay and Jack have complained to mom and dad about her walking in without knocking but they just laugh it off and tell them they shouldn't be doing anything she shouldn't see then. That's when I wondered if my sister does that, so she can try and catch us in the act? How messed up is that? I cleaned myself off and dressed quickly. I walked silently to the bathroom and washed my hands and ran a soapy washcloth over my stomach and chest so I wouldn't smell of cum. Trying to get all my regular Sunday jerk stuff done quickly. I put my shirt back on and walk downstairs to the study where my sister is staring at the top of her desk. I see that she has a worksheet on it but she's not paying any attention to it. I pull up a chair to sit next to her, hoping she'll forget what she saw upstairs, and for the next half hour we worked on algebra. My sister is the smartest one out of all the siblings but she get's thrown by algebra which is one of my best subjects. Thankfully she didn't say anything about what she saw. Supper went by quickly as we discussed the latest problems in the Middle East, issues with Russia, and American politics. Throughout the meal though JoAnne kept glancing over at me and blushing which would cause me to blush knowing full well why she's blushing. Then I realized that it was my turn to wash dishes and her turn to dry them tonight. I almost groaned aloud, but I went out there and filled the sink with hot soapy water and started washing dishes as the rest of the family began cleaning off the table. JoAnne grabbed a dishcloth and started drying. We didn't speak the entire time. As soon as I was done I started with my house cleaning chores, got my backpack ready for school, changed into my pajamas, yelled goodnight, and was back in my room with the door closed by nine. I grabbed the latest Neil Gaiman book and read it until ten when I turned the light out and fell, mercifully, asleep. The next week went by quickly and things got back to normal. My sister never said anything about what she saw me doing and I most certainly didn't bring it up. I went through my weeknights jerk off as I always did but now I was ultra-paranoid that I was going to get caught again. The worst feature of my bedroom is that it is 100% symmetric. The door is in the exact middle of the interior wall, it faces the only window in the room which is also in the middle of the exterior wall, and my single bed is directly in front of the window. When JoAnne opened the door the previous week she essentially stood a few feet away from the foot of the bed. I tried to figure out how to move the bed, so it wouldn't be right there, but my mother doesn't like anything moved. My brothers, sister, and I have never moved furniture because our mother likes it just so. Sunday morning came around and I jumped out of bed, took a quick shower, enjoyed my father's blueberry pancakes, enjoyed church, returned last week's books to the library and grabbed more books, worked on my homework, had Sunday dinner, and then escaped to my room. I stood in front of the mirror as I always did on Sunday afternoon, but I was too scared to disrobe. What if she walks in again? What if one of my brothers walk in? God forbid, what if my mom or dad does? I never was afraid like this. My cock was aching to be released but I was too scared. I stared at my reflection for almost a half hour. My hands at my side, my blue eyes staring back at themselves. I jumped as there was a quick knock at the door. "Hello?" I asked timidly. "Josh, I wondered if I could come in." JoAnne. Oh God, what did she want? She never wanted to hang out with me. "I guess." I moved away from the door as she came in. As soon as she was all the way in, she closed the door again. I sat on the end of the bed as she took stock of my room; Harry Potter posters on the wall, the trophies from elementary school sitting on my dresser, the book shelves overflowing with books, then she came back to me. As soon as she did, she smirked. It was evil. I shivered. "I've been thinking about what I saw last week," she moved to the bed and sat next to me, "honestly, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all week." "You won't tell mom and dad, will you? Please don't!" I begged her. Again, the wicked smile. "I won't tell." I sighed with relief. "But... I want to see you do it again." My eyes bugged out. She wanted to watch me jerk off? "How messed up are you?" I asked. "Why would you want to watch me?" "I think it was hot. I loved how much cum you sprayed. Is that normal?" I blushed. "I build up to it. During the week..." I drifted off. "How often do you play with yourself?" she asked as she ran a hand over her chest. "You can't tell anyone!" I whispered yelled. "I won't. I'm just curious." "I jerk off every night except Saturday. Then I do a long session on Sunday." She looked down at my crotch and back up to me. "Can I watch?" I blushed again. "No. It's too weird." "What do you think about?" "Nothing." I blushed harder again. "You look like a tomato!" She laughed and then grew serious again. "I think of Tom." "What?!" Tom was Jay's best friend. He's a senior on the wrestling team who stays over Friday nights a lot. "Wait, you play with yourself?" "Yeah silly. I like to sit in my room, think of Tom and finger myself." "What do you think Tom does to you?" She lifted her skirt a little, ran her hand alongside her thigh and up to her crotch where her hand disappeared from view. She started to breath heavy as she told me. "I picture him coming into my room late at night and climbing into bed with me. He's wearing only boxers and his dick is hard. He lifts my nightgown up, slips a hand into my underwear, and sucks on my tits. I pull his cock out of his boxers as I stroke him. He pulls my nightie off and my underwear down. He tastes me," she gasps, "I can feel his breath on my skin, his tongue licking me. I want him. I want him in me. I beg him, I plead with him. He gets up and straddles my chest as he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I gag because it's so big, but I take it. I want to please him. I want him to be happy. I want this to happen over and over again. After I get him wet he pulls out of my mouth and slides his cock along my body, down, down, down, and I can feel it hovering," JoAnne's breathe is getting heavier, "I feel it hovering over me. I can't stand it. I thrust up, but he anticipates me and moves too. His body is drenched in sweat, his muscles are gleaming in the moonlight coming in from the window. He slides down into me. He's so big but it feels so good. He enters me, and I feel him..." JoAnne gives out a little cry as she reaches her climax and falls back on the bed. Her chest heaving. I never noticed my sister before but as she's laying on my bed after cumming I can't help it. She has big tits too. She's darker than I am. She's got black hair, brown eyes, and darker skin. She's taller than me at five-foot-two, but she weighs the same 100 pounds. She's gasping for air and her skirt is still pulled up and I can see a lot of her thigh, but her privates are still hidden from view. I wonder if she's even wearing underwear. My cock makes an involuntary jump as I watch her. "Your turn," JoAnne says from her resting position. She turns to look over at me, then notices the time. "Shoot, it's almost six-thirty. We don't have time." JoAnne yells, "Next week!" as she leaves my room and into the bathroom to get cleaned up. I sit on the bed unsure what to do. I can't go downstairs with the erection, but I have to be downstairs in less than five minutes for supper. I close my bedroom door, stare at myself in the mirror, take out my cock, and pumps it furiously as I shoot my cum all over the bedroom mirror. It was fast and mostly unsatisfying but spent, I clean myself off with the towel, and run downstairs just in time for supper. The following week dragged by and I could not get the events from Sunday out of my head. During dinners, I couldn't help but stare at my sister's chest. I try to be nonchalant about it, but JoAnne catches me a couple times. My face gets red when she does, but she just flashes me a knowing smile. At night before bed I can't stop thinking of JoAnne with her hand up her skirt as she plays with herself. I have no idea what a vagina looks like. A part of me hopes that JoAnna comes in on Sunday and another part is horrified at the thought. Sunday morning I hop out of bed, take a shower, and make it downstairs for my father's blueberry pancakes just as they were coming off the stove. JoAnna walked into the kitchen wearing her pajamas which consist of a t-shirt that hangs down to her knees. "Jo, why aren't you dressed? We have church in a little bit and your brothers will be waiting to get in the shower," my dad said. "I'm not feeling well." My dad walked over and placed his hand on her forehead, proclaimed that she did feel warm, and sent her back to bed. "Jay will stay home with you." My dad, mom, Jack, and I loaded up in the car and went to church, the library, and then came home. We arrived home at the normal time and Jay was playing basketball in the driveway as we pulled up. He always looked so manly to me. Even more than our dad. My dad and mom are English professors and look geeky, but Jay, at 17, is athletic. He plays on the basketball team, he swims, and lifts weights. The basement was turned into a weight room for him and Jack although Jay uses it a lot more than Jack does. Today, Jay is shirtless, wearing only basketball shorts and tennis shoes. He has a light gleam of sweat from the exertion and the heat. We pile out of the car and into the house. Mom already asked if he had homework which he claims to have finished while we were gone, and that JoAnne was in bed. Jack and I went to our desks and finished up our homework and I walked quickly upstairs. If JoAnne was sick, that means I can jerk off with abandon! I closed my bedroom door and stripped naked in front of the mirror. My cock was aching to be touched but I wanted this to last. I had three hours to jack off. I laid on the bed and took my cock in hand and slowly started to jack off while I ran my other hand over my hard nipples and down my flat stomach. Weirdly, I had the image of Jay and JoAnne in my head as I jerked off. Jay with his muscular upper body and JoAnne fingering herself on my bed. I tried thinking of Flora again, but I couldn't pull up her image in my head. Jay wouldn't leave. I kept picturing his sweaty body playing basketball. The sweat sliding off his hairless chest, traveling down his hard abs, his arms flexing as he dribbles, his legs bulging as he runs to the hoop. He's light, like me, with bright pink nipples, and blond hair. I wonder if JoAnne ever walked in on him while he was naked. Then the image of the two of them together, both naked came unbidden into my head. I pulled my hand away from my dick as I was feeling myself climax too soon. I took a few deep breaths and calmed myself down. I kept my hands to my sides, so I wouldn't be tempted to finish myself off quickly. My balls were aching for release. After a few minutes of deep breathing I took my cock in hand and started slowly stroking myself again. Again, I tried to think of Flora but again my sister came naked into my head again; playing with her breasts, sucking her tits, having her play with my dick. I tried picturing her as she did with Tom but couldn't. I brought myself to climax too quickly again and before cumming I took my hands off my prick and took deep breaths again. It'd only been an hour and a half and I've almost cum twice. I needed to stop thinking about JoAnne. After my breathing returned to normal I started jerking off again. Trying to avoid thinking about JoAnne, the image of Jay came to mind. He's four years older than me, and other than spending time on Sundays with the rest of the family I rarely spend any time with him. I have noticed though that when he wears basketball shorts he has a substantial bulge. I couldn't help imagining pulling down my brother's shorts to reveal his hard cock. The length and girth of it was exciting. His nipples are the same color as mine, bright pink on pale white skin, and so I couldn't help imagining his dick being the same color as mine just longer and thicker. Pumping myself I could only imagine pumping him. Jay would moan as I worked over his dick, pulling the skin over his cock head and back down revealing the red head of his throbbing cock. Again, I had to remove my hand from my cock. I had an hour left to go before I had to finish in time to clean up and make it downstairs for supper. I ran my hands over my nipples, pinching them, and stroking them. My breathing was returning to normal and I slowly moved my left hand to my balls and squeezed them as my right hand took my cock in hand. This was going to be an explosive orgasm and I was super excited about it. The last week's orgasms before going to bed had been frantic and quick done unceremoniously under the blankets but this was going to be great. I stroked myself slowly at first, thinking first of Jay undressing in his room, of JoAnne, accidently walking in on him as she walked in on me, and Jay instructing her to stay. Jay stroking himself as JoAnne fingered herself. The two of them pleasuring themselves in front of the other. Their breathing becoming shorter, quicker, as they brought themselves to...to... and I blew my load all over my stomach, chest, hands, and arms. My thighs were coated and some even landed in my mouth, which I swished around my mouth before swallowing. "Holy shit, JoAnne!" I jumped as JoAnne and Jay poured out of my closet. I grabbed the towel and covered myself, but Jay grabbed it away and took in my naked body now covered in cum. "Clean him up," he said to JoAnne. Before I knew what that meant JoAnne bent forward on the bed and began licking the cum off my body as Jay watched. I couldn't help but notice Jay's state of arousal. His shorts were tenting horribly. He wasn't wearing a shirt. I looked down at JoAnne still licking the cum off my stomach and she was still wearing a flimsy night shirt. Her tongue felt amazing. I laid back on the bed enjoying the feel of her. I watched as Jay ran his hand up JoAnne's shirt, pulling it off her, revealing her naked, dark skin. Jay and I took after our mother, who was very pale whereas Jack and JoAnne took after our father who was darker in complexion. JoAnne was dark, with dark, erect nipples. Jay turned her slightly, so her rear was facing me, and I could see the underside of her pussy. She was hairless, and I could just see her slit. Jay bent down and began licking her with long sweeps of his tongue. He pulled his shorts down as his cock slapped his belly. It was just as large as I had pictured it. He grabbed my hand and directed it to his cock. Taking hold of it in my cum covered hand he gasped as did I. I had no idea feeling another guy's dick would feel so different than feeling my own. It was hot, hard yet soft, and as I began pumping him as he licked our sister he began thrusting into my hand. After a few minutes of this he grabbed my head, pulled me to the edge of the mattress, my head hanging off, looking at his dick upside down, he stuffed it into my mouth. I gagged a few times as his length and girth chocked me, but I was able to get it under control and soon he was thrusting his cock deep down my throat. JoAnne had taken to sucking my own cock as she must have run out of cum to lick up. Having my dick sucked as I sucked another dick was a feeling almost like nirvana. Dickvana: the state of giving pleasure while receiving pleasure through the penis. Jay stood straight up and started thrusting harder into my mouth before his cum exploded into my mouth. The hot jizz coating my throat and stomach as he pumped load after load into me. With his orgasm brought my own as I too blew into JoAnne's warm mouth which she too swallowed. As she swallowed she pinched the tip of my cock over and over bringing more pleasure than I could have ever imagined. Jay sagged to the floor, coming face to face with me. JoAnne began playing with herself, but Jay reached out and stopped her. He had her turn over and lay on the bed. He instructed me to suck her tits as he went back to pleasuring her pussy. She squirmed and floundered on the bed as Jay worked his magic on her. I kissed her right nipple, and then the left but I was unsure what to actually do with her. She pulled my head down to her nipple and begged me to suck on it and, so I did. I sucked, licked, and kissed her nipple as my other hand pinched, stroked, and tugged at her other one. "Kids, time for dinner," our dad called from downstairs. "We're coming," Jay yelled back. "Just finishing up a project!" With that Jay thrust his face back down between her legs and brought her to a swift orgasm. We got dressed quickly, casting glances at each other's naked bodies as we dressed, before heading downstairs to have a normal, Sunday evening with my family, two of whom I just had sex with. Josh (13), JoAnna (14), Jack (15), Jay (17), Tom (16), Flora (14)