Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 21:17:37 -0600 From: Tad Oberaighted Subject: A Thanksgiving to remember I hope people like this. It's a little bit traumatic but what holidays aren't these days. Of course these are all fictional events, performed by fictional characters, and I being fictional myself just fictionalized this story. If any one likes this, please email me. Slick_boy60@hotmail.com I do like the encouragement! Or tell me if I did a part good or bad. Oh, I wrote it real fast and with some interruption, so the proof reading may not be that great, I apologize for that now. A Thanksgiving to Remember It was the week of Thanksgiving and our house was full of family. Aunts, uncles and cousins from both sides came to stay with us that week. We barely had enough chairs to seat every one, blow-up mattresses were set up for beds, and we went through toilet paper like it was air. It was a week that saw the initial sexual activities for some, bared some feelings, and drew a few closer together. My house was large, almost always in neat order, and housed my parents, me and my younger brothers. It was usually a quiet place, my brothers and I would rarely bring friends over, we just seemed to go over there. After my grandparents died or moved into small apartments, the rest of the family would stay with us. My mother's sister, unmarried and only a little older than me, only about 9 years. She was a little wild, loved beer, wine, champagne, liquor, or most anything that had alcohol in it. She was very attractive, nice face, good body with firm tits that tested the strength of the sweaters and tops she wore. Pam had been my friend for years, and my baby sitter when I was a kid. My mother's brother and his wife had a daughter, 13 years old. Jenna had really grown over the year since I had seen her. Then, she always seemed to have a dirty face and hair that would fly all over the place. She was a little chubby but had outgrown a lot of that. She had grown tall and thin. Her only make-up was a little zit cream that was hidden under the carefully crafted hair over her forehead. I never really thought of her sexually, although when we were much younger, she always enjoyed watching me pee. Something about my ability to stand as I went. She was the same age, within a few months, of my father's brother's boy. Mark would become the star athlete of the family, he ended up starting two years for a team that three-peated in the state champion football in Texas. That Thanksgiving, he was just starting to bloom. He was as limber as they come, long arms and legs with well defined muscles. In fact, his abs were picture perfect and he pulled off his shirt when ever he had a chance. I would stared at those abs and the cute thin line of hair that ducked into the top of his jeans. These guys joined me and my brothers. The youngest one, Jacob, was 10 years old and was a real snot of a kid. He thought I was something special but most of the time he would bug the shit out of me just to get me to pay attention to him. He was almost always in trouble at school, I think he spent most of two years in In School Suspension. He was without a hair on his dick, and only used that dick to piss on anything he could, and I do mean anything. They had him on security camera pissing on the plants set up outside of Walmart, he and a friend were caught in a distance peeing contest in the boys room in school, and he pissed in the baptismal pool at another friend's church. He did claim that he really did think it was just a huge urinal. Kenneth, our middle brother, would turn 13 in December. Puberty had taken severe control of his body. There wasn't enough zit cream to completely fight the battle, but he was trying to keep his really cute face as clean as he could. His boners would show up all the time. Every morning, started out in full erection. He could watch Nick at Night and bone up. After 15 minutes in the car, a tent would show up in his pants. Long t-shirts became the fashion. He was so shy about it all. I would always act like I didn't notice anything, but I would check him out. He always denied jacking, mostly when his friends would bring it up. He and I had never really talked about jacking, just a little nervous chuckling while watching The Basketball Diaries. This Thanksgiving, I was 16, which meant I was really nothing more than a boner with a driver's license. Sleeping arrangements were made, the married aunts and uncles got my room and Ken's room. Jenna and Aunt Pam got to sleep in Jacob's bunk beds. Ken and Mark got to sleep on the pull out couch in the den/office, separated by French doors from the living room. I got to sleep on the floor, behind the dinette table, out in the open, separated from the world by only the legs of table and chairs. That bothered me some, I liked to sleep as late as I could on every weekend and I would wake up with a boner just about every morning as well. I was also a little uncomfortable having to wear shorts over my underwear when I went to bed. I would usually only wear briefs to bed, and on some nights I would get brave enough to pull those off - - kept them close at hand just in case I had to snatch them back on. I do wish that my uncle had thought enough to wear briefs under his old Astros shorts. Two mornings in a row, I rolled over in the sleeping bag and when I looked up, I had a perfect shot looking through the legs of his shorts. Up to that point, almost every dick and balls I had seen had been nice to look at. Usually pink with a nice head and swinging along with a scrotum with just a few little hair on it. What I woke up to was a mass of black pubes, with a little head of a dick pointing out, and balls covered in furry pubes. The notable thing about this Thanksgiving came on the Wednesday before. I was escorting my aunt Pam with the rest of the adults. There was some model house that we all had to go see, fun fun fun. It was just down the street and when we got back, it seemed that someone, someone like little bro Jacob had let the doors to the den open. And it was Jenna's father who walked by first and noticed what was going on in the den. I heard the scariest yell ever made by a man! My first thought was that he found a burglar that was about to attack him. My father went flying into the room from the kitchen, my aunt grabbed me so tight that my fright just got worse. The next sounds we heard was my brother Ken yelling and screaming, hollering ouch and sorry at the same time! I heard Jenna screaming Daddy! over and over. I followed the rest of them into the living room. I saw my uncle whooping up on Ken with a newspaper. Ken was completely naked, on the floor next to the rollout bed, with his foot caught up in the sheets. His flopping dick caught my eye as he was defending himself from the flailing newspaper. Mark was standing at the other side of the bed, getting dressed as fast as he could, Jenna was holding a shirt in front of her tits, dressed only in little white undies with little pink roses on them. She was yelling at her daddy to get him to stop. My father grabbed his Jenna's father, the mothers pretty much just looked on in shock. My aunt Pam, still holding on to me, cussed under her breath and tried to hold back a few giggles. I didn't know whether to laugh, run, throw my body on my brother, jump on Jenna, duck for cover, or just stand there and watch. I was leaning to just watching when Pam pulled me out to the back porch. We were out there only a few minutes before it seemed like I was in trouble, my father told me to go get my brother to his room and take care of him. I went in and found him with his back against the wall, holding a couch pillow in front of him and looking so scared and sorry. As I walked him to his room, he cussed, begged, and otherwise whimpered. I started smiling again. I was kinda proud of the kid! I told him to get dressed. He got as far and putting on underwear and a t-shirt when he broke down and answered my questions of what was going on. Our dear horny cousin Mark had been focusing all the conversations among Jenna, Ken, and him to sex. The night before, they had all showed what they had. I was sad to have missed that, I was a little busy myself but . . . They were behind the closed doors of the den and felt secure enough to pull out their hard little dicks, and shake firm little titties at each other. When everybody but them and Jacob has left, they seized the opportunity to explore a little more. Up to this point, I thought Ken was as straight as any 12 year old could be, he would even shut the bathroom door between our rooms just to pee. He never seemed to be as interested in boys, at least not as much as I was. After a little showing, shaking, touchy-feely, they got a little braver. By the time my uncle found them, Ken was spread out naked, boned up, and Mark sucking his dick. Jenna continued the chain with her mouth on Mark's dick, giving her first blow job of her young life. She still had her panties on, but Mark was as naked as Ken. They had chased Jacob out twice, and apparently as he left, he opened the door open just enough for someone to see in. I know he did it on purpose, Ken accuses him of doing it on purpose, and Jacob just almost admits it now. I enjoyed the story Ken was telling me. I smiled, laughed, made a few jokes, got Ken to smile a few times. When Ken gets stressed out, his breathing becomes strained and he starts twisting his body, he started out in full distress but quieted down to a few shoulder shrugs as he got near the end. I tried to get all serious looking and got him to look at me for "just one more question." I asked him straight out, "Who gave the best blow job, Mark or Jenna?" He started to answer, a smile burst out on my face, and he stopped short and smiled. My dick was getting harder and I looked at Ken's. Right at the tip of his dick was a nice round wet spot of cum soaked through his briefs. There was plenty of yelling among the adults, then turned into calmer talk and eventually into lecturing and some more rational talk. I got out of most of that. I retreated out to the back porch with my aunt Pam. It wasn't real cold for Thanksgiving time but cold enough that she grabbed a stadium blanket and threw it over both of us. Pam and I had always been close, but I hadn't seen her much lately. She would always tell me about changing my diaper and washing me in the bathtub and telling me about how many times she saw me naked as a little kid. Some were stories to me but I do remember when I was 7 years old and plenty old enough to dress myself, she helped me change out of my swimsuit. She did spend a lot of time drying me off, feeling all around my balls to make sure I felt dry. I think she was pretty pleased with herself, because she did mention that I must like her because of the way my tiny little dick pointed at her. After that discussion, I was sure that I was going to pick my future wife by letting my dick point to the one of the girls all lined up in front me. I still have that little dream, with a few modifications. I did find out later, there was no direction associated with my boner, and very little differentiation of the reaction between girls and boys. Sitting outside, under the blanket, with all sorts of sexual activity being discussed just inside the door, Pam snuggled up tight. I had my arm on her shoulders, in a nice friendly hug and she was rubbing on my chest. She would undo a button little by little. Her hand was then free to rub across my bare chest. I would jump a little every time her hand would brush my hard nipples. Her long fingernails would trace along my pecs and down my belly. The more she rubbed, the lower she got, the less I could talk. My hand was rubbing her sweater, in all the safe spots. I stopped short of her hips and just barely along the side of her tits. She looked up at me and gave me a quick kiss, and then took my hand and slid it under her sweater, a few tugs and pulls and her bra was pulled up above her tits. I think I forgot how to breath. My hand was still working! I couldn't believe just how soft skin on tits really was and how hard nipples could get. The only real thought at that time was how to switch to the other tit. That thought was blown away when I felt Pam's hand go just inside the top of my pants! Her hand touched no dick or pubes, just the soft area inside my pants. I sucked in a roomful of air at the excitement of the touch. Her hand crept deeper and deeper, all in a teasing motion that was driving me wild. She pulled her hand out and grabbed another kiss. I thought that would be the end of it, just let us cool down and then go take care of my boner later, get rid of the blue balls that was setting in. But as her hand returned, the button on my jeans was opened up! The vibration of my zipper being pulled down was like as many full jacking strokes. I bit my lip as her hand slid over my briefs and ran her hand down my hot hard shaft and found my balls to cup in her hand. I was weakening in her hands. All my feelings and thoughts went to my dick and balls. I did a little more work on her tits but I was almost paralyzed from moving by the fantastic feeling on my dick and balls. I stopped completely with her nipple between my fingers, when Pam found the inside of my undies. When flesh met flesh, I almost shot right then and there. I held off long enough to enjoy several strokes of her hand on my boner. I tried to tell her, but it came out in little whimpers that I was about to cum. She just moaned as I shot cum all over my pubes and her hand. I bucked and stiffened as each hot shot came out. Another long stroke along my dick set a spasm throughout my body. Pam's hand stayed in my undies and would just barely touch my somewhat softer dick, but she played with my cum, rubbing it into my pubes and up towards my belly. She finally pulled her hand out and smelled her fingers. I leaned my head on her shoulders as I tried to recover, she fixed her bra back over her tits. We stayed that way until we were too cold to stay out. One last kiss and some zipping up and we got up. When we got back into the house, the new sleeping arrangements had been established. I was to move into the den with Ken. Mark was banished or rescued (depending on what parent was doing the talking) to the kitchen. Sweet innocent little Jacob was forced out of all the fun and made to sleep on the floor in our parents room. They did decide after we were already in bed that it was permissible to close the French Doors. Ken and I could hear the adults talking into the night. Ken felt a whole lot better when they lightened up and started to laugh. Not sure if they were laughing about what just happened but I do know they got telling stories of their teenage years. I heard a few things about my dad and his brother and summer camp, but that is another story. There was plenty of beer and wine consumed that night! Now, Ken and I were always close friends, no doubt we also had our fights-to-the-death as brothers but usually liked each other. Not only was Ken shy, I was too. We would rarely see each other naked. It wasn't that big a thing when we did but I would always try to sneak a good peek at him when ever I could. Sex was not really a discussion we ever got into, and he figured out how to jack without any of my help. The only thing we had shared jacking was the remaining scent in our shared bathroom after we did our business. I knew when he did it, even heard him a few times. I'm sure he heard me, he had plenty of opportunities, as busy as I was jacking in those days. I had never seen his boner unwrapped, just tented out under jeans or undies. I did let him see mine a few times, trying to get some reaction from him, usually nothing. We got talking about what the parents all said and what was likely to happen. And as the sounds from the living room got lighter, his mood got better. I was still a little shaken from the porch with Pam, I loved someone else's hand on my dick and kept thinking how to get more hands on it. I was still horny. I got Ken to start describing more of what went on before they got caught. I was hard again, and I knew he was too. In the same bed, I could feel him start to hump his hips back and forth, just slightly. He was just too horny to just lay there, but he didn't want to move his hands to his dick. I came right out and asked him, knowing that he hadn't, if he cumed when he was getting sucked. That led to questions if he had ever cum with someone, he said not even close. He asked me the same thing, but I just couldn't tell him about Pam and what happened just hours ago. The cum in my undies had pretty much dried by now but the smell was obvious, I'm not sure if he noticed or whether he thought it might be him, but Ken didn't say anything. I said something like whenever I get all hard and don't cum, I bothers me so much I can't sleep until I cum. He grunted an agreement. I asked him if he was boned up now. Another grunt. My hand was moving over to his dick when I was asking if I could feel it. A little forward movement and moan signaled agreement. It had been a few years since I had played with another dick. Mostly on sleep-overs, or backyard campouts. With a few boys that at least as good at acting straight as I did. The dick play ended with the sleep-overs, and not a word was ever said in remembrance of such fun. Now I had a great hard dick in my hand. There was a lot of similarities to mine but it felt bigger and longer. I carefully caressed it as Ken enjoyed it. He face was very close to mine and I felt his hot, jagged breath on my face as I moved my hand up and down. I asked if he wanted me to jack him and he whispered yes. I told him to roll over and pull it out. When he did that, I pulled my shorts down fast. My boner was out and pointing to his butt. I pulled him close and he jumped a little when he felt my boner press against his butt. He moved around and was grinding my dick into his butt as I was jacking him. It didn't matter at all that all the adults were just outside the glass doors. There was so much release happening. The lust I had for him over the years and the built up hormones of that day's activities. Ken reached back and felt my balls and dick as I continued to jack him. I could tell he was close to cuming, I could feel his balls tighten and he was also pulling my dick out, not stroking but holding and pulling. With each shot of cum, he would jerk my dick hard. We didn't care at all where the cum shot, it ended up on the sheets and soaked there through the night. Ken was out of breath but he still twisted around and jacked me hard and fast. It wasn't long at all when I shot. It wasn't a huge amount of cum and he noticed. He asked me if I cumed earlier and I told him I had but said I would have to tell him later about how. Thanksgiving the next day went over pretty good. No one got over upset about anything. There would be worse in the next few years. Brothers and sisters always seem to fight, but they still love each other. Nothing was ever so serious that the yelling or arguing lasted very long. That night sure didn't end exploring each other. A family reunion a couple years later allowed several nights for Ken, Mark, and Jenna to get together. There were several combinations that came out of those three. I know Ken got an education on a few topics. Ken and I were closer after that. At least we loosened up about jacking and could talk a whole heck of a lot more about sex. And while we jacked together and each other, I could count how many times. And the next few years, I, Ken, and Mark learned more how we feel about sex. It made it much easier for me to feel comfortable with my experiences since then. Pam taught me much more! I'll leave it at that for now. I am back home now. The den is even more than an office, I get to write on the computer next to the famous pull-out couch. Ken is coming home today, Jacob is more interested in his friends to hang around the house too much, but we will visit enough this weekend. Mark's parents took my old room again, he may make it back from Mexico in time for Thanksgiving. Jenna is going to school nearby and staying at her dorm but her parents will sleep in Ken's room. With all the people involved gathering again, my mind went back to that Thanksgiving and I wanted to write this. I don't know what will happen this weekend but I am ready for most anything!