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The Feathered Bed
It all started in the big feather bed on the upstairs screened in porch at my Uncle Sam's house.
Uncle Sam and Aunt Betty lived in Malaysia, on fifteen hundred acres of ... well not much of anything. It was pretty, with lakes and trees and such, but I was a city boy and didn't know much about cows, which was what he had on his ranch. Anyway, for as long as I can remember, my parents, my sister and I would drive up there every year along in August, just before school started again, for a week of vacation.
Their house was pretty neat, from a city boy's perspective. It was built of logs, but it was no simple square house. It was two stories. There was a big open space in the middle which was the living room. To one side of that was a huge kitchen with every cooking tool known to man. And Aunt Betty knew how to use them all. Downstairs there were a dining room, a huge bedroom, a sauna and laundry room. Above these, with a balcony running all the way around the living room were the smaller bedrooms, for their kids.
They had three kids, a boy named Brian, and two girls named Jesse and Jenny. Brian was older than the girls, who were twins. They weren't identical twins, though. Jesse was as black as it's possible to be, and thin to the point of being skinny, though she did have a nice pair of breasts on her. Jenny had hair sort of between black and brown and she was ALL girl, if you know what I mean. Brian was my age and a year older than his sisters, as I was a year older than my sister Lori.
We had all known each other since we were babies, and even though we didn't see each other all that much, it never took long at all before we were all running and playing like we'd lived together for years and years. They had a big barn, full of hay and exciting places to explore, and they had horses and all kinds of neat stuff, so both Lori and I loved to go up there each year.
When we were kids we had gotten into the habit of all sleeping in the big feather bed that was on the screened in porch upstairs. This was a big covered porch, probably 16 feet long and maybe 12 wide. It had this huge bed on it that had a mattress that must have been two feet thick and was filled with goose down. That rested on canvas over steel springs, which was great for jumping on when we were little. It got cold at nights, even in August, because they were higher up in elevation and all that. So Aunt Betty got us a big goose down comforter and we'd all pile into the feather bed and she'd cover us with the comforter.
Now, you have to understand that, in a feather bed, everybody sort of rolls together into the middle and the mattress presses down to make a sort of nest. With all those warm bodies pressed together, and the feathers under and over us we were always warm as toast all night long. You froze your gonads off in the morning getting out of that bed, so we were all pretty lazy in the mornings and rarely got up until Aunt Betty yelled up that breakfast was ready.
We knew that our parents always slept in the big bedroom on the ground floor, the same room that Aunt Betty and Uncle Sam slept in, but we never thought a thing about it. After all, all of us kids slept together too. Well, we never thought anything about it until the year I was 17.
That was the year that everything changed. I played football the year before, and I thought I was pretty special. For once I wasn't looking forward to going up Malaysia, cause I was going to miss pre-term practice and the coach was pissed about that. But my parents dragged me up there anyway. I did look forward to seeing Brian again. I was big enough now to ride the big horses by myself and I was looking forward to that too. I didn't think much about the twins.
Until I saw them.
Man! What a difference a year can make. Last year they were girls with bumps in all the right places. This year they were women, with real breasts, and hips that stretched their cutoffs in ways that made my dick stir in my own. Not that I wasn't used to looking. My own sister had transformed in the same way, but I got to watch that happen, and it didn't take me by surprise. We were pretty free around our house, with clothing, I mean. As Lori or I went to and from the bathroom we didn't much care whether we had clothes on or not. I watched as her breasts went from being bumps with colored dots on the tips to real breasts with nipples. Sometimes those nipples were flat, but at others they stood out from her breasts like little pencil erasers or something. And she had a pretty good patch of hair above her pussy too. We used to compare our pubic hair. I kidded her that girls were supposed to mature faster than boys, but I got hair first, and always had just a little bit more than she did.
Truth be told, though, hers was shaven, and harder to see, while mine was dark and looked like more than was actually there. The only time we ever really fooled around was one time when I was in the shower and I was taking too long so she just barged in anyway and pulled back the curtain to ask me what I was doing. I was, of course, jerking off, and when she pulled back the curtain about half of my very stiff dick was hanging out of the front of my hand and pointing right at her. She got this funny look on her face when she saw me jerking back and forth on my dick. Her mouth went into a funny little "o" and her eyes got real wide. She'd seen it soft a hundred times, but never hard. Her cheeks got real red.
Naturally, I stopped, but I didn't let go of it. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I yelled.
She yelled right back "I DID knock, about 10 times. NOW I know why you didn't answer." Now it was MY turn to color up a little. But then she did the strangest thing. She reached out and batted my hand away from it and grabbed it herself! "Can I touch it?" she said, which was really stupid since she already had her hand around it.
Of course I wasn't thinking about that at the time. All I was thinking about was that a female had her hand around my aching prick. I didn't care if it was my sister's hand. I mean I liked her, after all. But it wasn't MY hand, if you know what I mean. And having a female's hand on it was MUCH nicer. She jacked it a couple of times, like I had been doing, and my balls said "OK, that's it. Time to go to work." I had turned to face her when she jerked back the curtain, so it was pointed at her when it went off.
No warning. Just streams of thick white spooge splattering all over my sister. Man that felt good.
She wasn't much impressed, though.
"Eewwwww" she squealed and danced backwards, losing her balance and falling back to end up (thankfully) sitting on the toilet. She was wearing only panties at the time. She had streaks of sticky white spunk on one of her breasts and her stomach. She had it on one arm and the hand that had been holding me. There was a string of it across the front of her panties.
She looked down at all this semen covering her and went "EEEEWWWWW" again, holding her hands out to her side like she was contaminated or something.
Seeing as how the shower was now free I courteously stepped out and waved my hand for her to get in. I left the bathroom thinking "MAN!!! That felt good!"