My Unconventional Life

by Lubrican

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Chapter Five

I am still amazed, to this day, that neither Shannon nor I had a real orgasm until so late in our lives. I'm quite sure we got close, but we just never quite went long enough to actually get there.

Of course we were not aware that our mother never had an orgasm until after we were born. She was kind of down on men at that point, and the only ones she would suffer to have around were her father and brother. Grandpa loved being a grandpa, and loved taking care of us, even when that meant changing one diaper only to find another one needed changing, only to find the third one was dirty and then it started all over again. Grandma loved feeding us, and Grandpa loved playing with us and cleaning up after us. That left Mom a little time to relax, and I guess it was Uncle Bob who entertained her while she did that. I also think it was him who helped her work through all the emotions about how she got pregnant and all that. He listened while she ranted and raged about how unfair it was. And, knowing him, I suspect he held her a lot while she cried, both before and after we were born. We've never asked exactly when, or how they came to be intimate. Some things you just don't ask. And when she let slip that the first orgasm she ever had was given to her by her brother, I think it was unintentional. I know nobody tried to explore that, or get more out of her.

So I don't know if mom could tell somehow that us girls had never quite gotten there, or she just wanted to make sure we knew what it could be like. Actually, I don't even know if she was involved, or if Uncle Bob decided something on his own.

All I know is that the next summer, when we turned fourteen, the first time I asked Uncle Bob to put sun block on me, he did things differently.

At first it was just like before. His big, heavy hands pushed and moved all over my back and shoulders. It felt wonderful, after so long without feeling that. Of course by that time I was quite used to having Brinn's penis in my mouth, and swallowing his delicious cum. When I could get any. Shannon turned out to be a worse cum slut than I was. And Brinn had learned exactly how to lick, suck and nip at our pussies. I think it was during those times that we got really close to having an orgasm. But his tongue got tired, and his jaw ached after a while, and like I said, he just never quite went long enough to get us there.

This year, when his fingers smoothed the oil over my butt, they slipped between my cheeks and rubbed the dickens out of my anus. I jerked, both because of the surprise of his aggressiveness, and because it felt good in a funny, naughty kind of way. When three fingertips strum your anus, it just feels strangely, weirdly good.

When it was time to turn over I was already excited. That's because both Shannon and I now had real breasts. There was no doubt about it now. We didn't wear bras, so I don't actually know how big we were, but we could push the flesh around with our hands, and our areolas and nipples were well formed and obviously individual features. And when Brinn played with them, or sucked us, our nipples got nice and firm.

My nipples were already erect when I turned over. I'm pretty sure it was in anticipation of what was going to happen. And it was fantastic as his big hands crushed my breasts and moved them all over my chest. When he twiddled my nipples my knees drew up all of their own accord and they kind of flopped apart. I wasn't even aware I was doing it, but he saw.

"Oh, you need a shave check?" he asked, his voice teasing.

Except that this time, when his middle finger slid between my pussy lips, and landed on my bump, he stiffened that finger and the two that flanked it, and started whipping them back and forth, sideways, while pressing down.

My butt tried like crazy to come up off the chaise lounge, but the pressure of his hand kept me there. I let out a strangled groan and he leaned down to kiss me, I think to keep me from screaming.

I have to say here that we had always kissed Uncle Bob on the lips. We kissed everybody in the family on the lips. Not like Brinn kissed us, of course, but we weren't shy about giving him a really nice good night kiss that lasted probably longer than such kisses did in other households. Maybe even a lot longer.

But this wasn't like that. This was a Brinn kiss. And it almost shut me up. Almost. What he was doing between my legs didn't feel like anything that had ever been done. Brinn had rubbed me raw down there before, and my own finger had circled my bump for an hour or more. But I had never tried to rub my bump clean off before. And just as I drew a connection between the similarity of watching Brinn jerk wildly on his penis, that first time we saw him do that, and what Uncle Bob was doing to me right then, something inside me snapped, and the most unimaginable, delicious, astonishing, incredible feeling started in my pussy and shot outwards like sunlight from the sun. And at the exact same time, an ocean of happiness and joy crashed into me until I knew I was drowning because I couldn't breathe.

And right in the middle of it, Uncle Bob slid that long middle finger inside me, and hooked it, and pulled, like he was holding me up in that ocean.

I saw sparks. I heard somebody making this hoarse, gasping, agonized sound that I thought meant someone was being tortured, and just as I realized it was my voice, he pulled his finger out of me and stood up. He was erect. And I had never been that happy in my entire life.

I lay there like I was dead, while Uncle Bob went and dove into the pool. There hadn't been anybody else out there, but just as I heard the splash of him diving into the pool, Mom came out of the house with a tray of pink lemonade and cheesecake. She walked over to me and stood, looking at me.

"What happened to you?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said, tiredly.

"Did your uncle put sun block on you?" she asked.

"Uh huh," I sighed.

"Did he do a really good job?" Her voice sounded strange.

"The best ever," I sighed again.

"I see," she said. "Have something to eat when you feel like it."

Then she went and called Uncle Bob to the ladder. When he climbed out, she pulled him inside the house.

About ten minutes later Shannon came out.

"What happened out here?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," I said. I had recovered by then.

"Mom dragged him into the bedroom, and now they're going at it like crazy," said Shannon. "Remember that first time Brinn went down on me and you had to smother me with a pillow?"

I nodded.

"Somebody needs to take a pillow in there, because she could sure use one."

"Go ahead," I said, my voice relaxed. I had never felt this relaxed in my whole life.

"I'm not sure I want to know what they're doing," she said. "Do you think having actual sex is going to be better than what we do now?"

"I have no idea," I said.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked. "You sound funny."

"Nothing's wrong with me. I've never been better in my life."

"Have you been drinking?" she asked, suddenly.

"No!" I snorted. I didn't like the taste of anything the adults had let me try.

"Well you sure sound weird."

"I'm just relaxed," I said. "School's over, and we have the whole summer ahead of us. Life is great."

The next day, I went out to the pool. Uncle Bob was running the vacuum around the bottom, cleaning it.

"Would you put some sun block on me today?" I asked, eagerly.

He looked over and smiled. "Not today, kitten. Let's not rush into things."

I thought about that. I knew, by now, that Uncle Bob was doing things that people outside our family would frown on, at a minimum. But I also knew that our family was different from other families, and that that was okay. The outsiders might not believe that, but I did. What happened in our family was our business. And I also knew that Uncle Bob was showing restraint. Or using restraint. Whenever Shannon and Brinn and I discovered some new joy, we overindulged in it immediately. LIke I said, Brinn had rubbed my bump raw before. And the fact that Uncle Bob didn't do that ... didn't go for broke ... didn't get whatever he could ... had this vaguely important aura about it that, while I didn't fully understand it, I knew was really important.

"Okay," I said. "But you will do it again someday ... right?"

"Yes," he said. "When I think you're ready."

"Okay."

The next day I was listening to my walkman when I heard Shannon scream so loud I could hear it even over Joan Jett, singing I love Rock and Roll. It sounded like it was coming from the pool. I jumped up and looked out the window. She was flopping on a chaise lounge, and Uncle Bob's hand was between her legs. This time Mom came out of the house just as he stood up, and before he could dive in the pool. Shannon was lying there all limp and spread out, just like I had been. I felt my pussy get wet, just looking at her.

And then Mom got to him, and grasped him by his erection, and led him into the house.

It only happened once for each of us. Then, suddenly, Uncle Bob didn't want to put sunscreen on us any more, and when we tried to sit on his lap we were suddenly too heavy.

It was because, while they had discussed him doing that, Mom wasn't aware when he decided to take the opportunity and give me what might be (and was) my first orgasm. She figured it out pretty quickly when she came out and saw me like that, but she hadn't actually watched.

She did watch when he did Shannon. She watched from inside the house. And it wasn't that she got jealous, which is something I still don't understand. The first time I saw him climb on top of Shannon and slide that big, beautiful boner of his into her, I wanted to scratch her eyes out. It's not so bad now, but I still want him all to myself. And I know that's not fair because ... well, I'm getting way ahead of myself here, so let's just get back to the story.

Mom could tell that we liked it too much. She got worried that we'd want more and more and she didn't want us to want more and more too soon. We were only fourteen, after all. So it was Mom that called a halt to the festivities.

But she didn't know about Brinn.

And of course, the first thing we did was teach Brinn how to do what Uncle Bob had done to us. So now, both Shannon and I had a lover, for all intents and purposes, who did everything except actually fuck us. And we slept with him every night.

It turns out that if you have a lot of sex, your body gets conditioned to want a lot of sex. And Brinn was having to keep two girls happy. And that was fine, because we took care of him too, except he gave twice as much sex as he got.

I know this sounds stupid, especially if you're a guy. If you're a guy, you're thinking, "If only I could sleep with two hot fourteen-year-olds every night, who would blow me and jerk me off, and who I could rub up against and suck their titties and fingerfuck them to my heart's content. I would never complain about anything again!"

But it's not stupid. Brinn worked very hard to take care of two horny girls. But remember this. Every night he took care of two of us, and only one of us took care of him. He basically pampered us, and then one of us would spend a couple of minutes making him spurt. I mean that's all it ever took. Especially if we sucked him.

And once in a while, he just wanted to be pampered, too.

The form that took was that he'd come up to one of us, usually during the daytime, and say, "I'm horny." And we knew that meant he wanted a quickie. And that was fine. We didn't mind doing that for him at all.

So when Uncle Bob cut us off, so to speak, we were unhappy ... but not starved. By the time our fifteenth birthday arrived, when we snuggled up against Uncle Bob, it was just that, a chaste snuggle. We still kissed him, but the urge to do anything else was tempered by the fact that, usually within hours, we'd be under the covers with Brinn, warm and splayed out while he brought us delicious orgasms. We had also realized how often we'd gotten close to cumming before, and now both Shannon and I could grab a quick orgasm any time we wanted, even without Brinn. Quite often, while he was taking care of one of us, the other was taking care of herself. We called those "warm-up orgasms."

And because we didn't react to being cut off ... Mom arrived at the completely inaccurate conclusion that our sex drives were well under control, and that Uncle Bob had not wakened a monster in either of us.

Of course there were other things going on in our lives then too. School was more complicated, and we had extra-curricular activities, so we weren't home as much. We all even dated, though we usually went out together, triple-dating. Nobody thought that was strange, but it had the unanticipated side effect that our dates felt weird about trying anything with us, because there were so many people around.

And things might have gone on like that for a long time, except that we kids took everything for granted. Your average fifteen-year-old doesn't sleep with two sexual partners every night, or get to be given an orgasm pretty much whenever he or she wants one. But for us, that was just our normal life. We had the same life as other kids, for the most part, with that one little difference. We got mad at each other and had arguments, and tried to duck our chores and all that kind of thing. We really were normal, except that we weren't normal, and we just didn't know that. Mom's nervously thought-out plan had worked too well. Sex was such a normal part of our lives by then, that it was no different than eating. We ate every day. We had a sibling-induced orgasm or two every day. It was just part of life.

True, it was like we were vegetarians ... only partaking of half of the potential edibles out there, but if you're raised vegetarian from childhood, you don't know what you're missing. Uncle Bob and Mom were eating all the steak in their bedroom. We had seen carnivores in action ... we just hadn't become carnivores ourselves.

But nature's instinct is to eat the highest protein source available. It's just what evolution has designed us to do. And eventually ... like when you're fifteen or so ... you begin to think a lot about what a thick, juicy piece of meat might taste like, hot off the grill.

We kids talked about everything. And one night, while Brinn was half lying on top of Shannon, sucking on her nipples, which now got half an inch long when either of us nursed on them (mine got longer, but she'd never admit it,) he was also fingerfucking her, using his thumb to massage her clit. We'd finally learned about "clitoris" while Shannon was surfing Google, trying to figure out why they called them "clit rings." We talked about all things sexual together, but not with anyone outside the family. That didn't mean we didn't hear things, though.

Anyway, he lifted his lips from her turgid nipple and wiggled his finger in her and said, "Some day I want to put my penis in there."

"In where?" I asked. I was lying beside them, waiting my turn, rubbing my own clit.

"My pussy," gasped Shannon.

"Oh," I said. I thought about that. I knew what his finger felt like, and I'd had his penis in my mouth, but that still didn't translate to what it would feel like in my vagina. The only thing I could imagine was his finger. And I already knew what that was like. "I don't think we're supposed to do that."

"Uncle Bob does it with Mom," said Brinn, speeding up. He was an expert now, at knowing when we were about to cum, and what to do to either make it last, or put us over the top.

"Suck my nipples!" croaked Shannon.

He did, so the conversation died out. He brought it up again while I was sucking him, after he'd tongue-flipped me to a delicious little orgasm. I had learned how to deep throat without even knowing there was a term for it, and I knew how crazy it made him when I used him to tickle that spot just past my gag reflex. I was doing that when he spurted and groaned.

"I know your pussy will feel just like that someday, Kylie."

I pulled back enough to be able to swallow and save some to swirl in my mouth. When I got finished tasting him, he was limp. That's how long it took me to get finished. I purely loved Brinn's taste. I swallowed one last time and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Maybe someday," I said. "But I want Uncle Bob to be the first one to do that."

"Why?" he asked.

"I don't know. I just do," I said.

"Me too," said Shannon.

"How come I can't do it?" he complained. I could tell his feelings were hurt.

"You can do it. You'll get to do it all the time, just like what we do now. But doing things with Uncle Bob is special."

He looked back and forth between us. He always slept in the middle these days.

"Promise me you'll only do it with Uncle Bob," he said.

"And not you?" Shannon sounded confused.

"No, I mean besides me and Uncle Bob, promise me you won't do it with anybody else."

"Not even our husbands?" I asked. I admit I asked it kind of sarcastically.

"Husbands?" Brinn's voice sounded hollow.

"Yeah," I said. "Did you think we'd never get married?"

He sat up in bed, and turned around, sitting Indian style.

"You can't get married!" he said, sounding worried. "What would happen to us?"

"You mean what would happen to you," I said.

"Us!" he insisted.

"There will always be us," said Shannon. "You'll get married too, Brinn. Everybody gets married."

"No they don't. Uncle Bob and Mom aren't married."

"Of course not. They're brother and sister," I said.

He blinked. I saw his eyes glisten in that way that tells the observer there are tears about to spill out of the eyes. His face twisted and my heart broke.

"Hey," I said, trying to make my voice soothing. "Don't cry. We'll always love you. Nobody could ever break us apart."

He rubbed his eyes.

"I just never thought about ... " He rubbed his eyes again. "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you guys."

"You'd jerk off a lot more," said Shannon, trying to lighten the mood.

"That's not what I mean!" he said, his voice loud.

"You'll always have us," I said. "And we'll always have you."

"Not if we all get married," he said, darkly.

"Even if we all get married," I said.

"And how's that going to work, exactly?" he asked. Now the sarcasm was in his voice.

"So now that is what you mean?" asked Shannon.

"What?" he sounded confused.

"You're asking how we can keep having sex together after we all get married ... right?"

"We don't have sex," he said.

"But you want to," said Shannon.

He blinked. "Well ... yeah. I mean I think so."

"Tell you what," I said.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm not going to get married until I'm what? Twenty-five or something? That's like forever before you have to worry about it. And who knows? By then you may hate me."

"I could never hate you," he said. I had never heard as much conviction and passion in anybody's voice in my whole life.

"And I could never hate you," I said. "Which is exactly why, no matter what happens to us when we get older, we'll still love each other. Maybe the way we do it will change a little bit, but not if I can help it. I don't know what's going to happen. All I know is that I don't want to waste time worrying about it now. So calm down. You want me to suck you again?"

"I'm still sore," he said, his voice shaded with a tinge of dejection. "It's always sore when you get finished."

"You complaining?" I asked.

"No," he said. But he didn't smile.

The point to me telling you about this whole conversation is that, after that, he liked to talk about the time, out there in the unknown future, when we would all become meat eaters, so to speak.

And that is what undid us, in the end.

Well ... it wasn't the end. Maybe I should have said that's what undid us, as it turned out.

What happened was that we had gone for a ride on the horse. In the old days, all three of us would fit on the saddle. Then it was two at a time, and the other trotted along behind. Or off to the side or whatever. Like the walk to the bus every morning, running with the horse kept us in fantastic shape. We weren't aware we were in fantastic shape, but we were. Eventually it was one riding while two ran, and we switched off on the saddle.

So we'd been riding, which meant both of us girls had gotten a nice little clitty rub from the saddle, and when we were finished taking care of the horse, we wanted Brinn to take care of us. We wore clothes when we went riding, because we rode all over the ranch, which meant sometimes we were within sight of the road. So When we were finished with the horse, Shannon and I stripped down, which Brinn loved to watch. He got to see us naked all the time. He said we were sexier when we had clothes on. Go figure.

The design of the barn was that it had stalls on two sides, with a long hallway between them that went from one end of the barn to the other. With the big roll away doors open on both ends of the barn, you could drive an eighteen wheeler right through the building. Above that was a big hay loft. It had been built to house lots of horses, or maybe cows. The hay loft didn't actually have any hay in it. Uncle Bob only bought enough to get through each winter. And that was all stacked in the middle of the through-way. Currently the remaining bales were kind of laddered up against the stall wall. We pulled them into a configuration that made a big bed.

We girls laid back on the blanket that had been put out there in the barn the previous summer, for exactly this purpose, and he gave us a nice orgasm apiece with his mouth. Shannon loved to have him flick her clit with his tongue. I preferred to get my clit sucked, nice and hard. So we got done, and decided to do a Brinn sandwich, which meant that one of us knelt in front of him, to suck him, while the other one got behind him and ran her hands all over his back and sides. It was part of the legacy of having Uncle Bob spread sun block on us by the pool. We girls knew how good it felt to have hands rubbing all over her body.

The previous winter Mom had decided we needed a board mounted on the wall in the mud room, to hang wet coats and scarves and such on, but it had never gotten done. And it just so happened that she went into the mud room for some reason, and got reminded of it, so she talked to Uncle Bob, who said they'd just do it then. And the two of them came out to the barn to get the board, and screws and all that kind of thing.

Here's the way Mom described it, later on, when she could talk about it without getting emotional.

"Bob and I were walking hand in hand. He did that a lot. He was so sweet. And we turned a corner and the sun was shining in the other end of the barn, and there were motes of dust dancing in the beams of sunlight. Everything inside the barn was just a black silhouette, because it was so bright. And it was the silhouette of you three I saw then. I saw what you were doing to him, and what Shannon was doing. It was beautiful, really. At least that was my first response. But then he said what he said, and I kind of freaked out."

What Brinn had said, as he felt the first movement in his body of semen going from one place to another, was, "I can't wait to put my penis in your pussy!"

He had just been talking, of course. It had become his dream. Some day he knew we'd let him do that, even if neither of us had actually made that promise. And it excited him, on an instinctive level, I think, to imagine having intercourse while he spurted. It didn't bother either of us, because we knew what was going on.

But it bothered Mom, because she thought what she was seeing was merely the prelude to what was about to happen next. And in her mind, that was crystal clear. Brinn was going to stop getting a blow job, and commence fucking her darling daughters. Both of them. Neither of which was on any kind of birth control.

It was just obvious.

In her defense, Uncle Bob thought the same thing.

So it was a good thing Brinn had been in the process of cumming, because if he hadn't, it would have had to stay bottled up. They both freaked out a little bit.

It scared the crap out of us kids. Suddenly there were two yelling adults. Well, one yelling adult and one who looked more freaked out than I'd ever seen him before. I think that's because, as they approached, and I stood up in panic, there was sperm running out of my mouth and down my cheek and onto my breast. Then he saw me swallow a couple of times and unconsciously wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. You know how somebody can do something with such fluid motions that you just know they do it all the time? That's pretty much what was going through Uncle Bob's mind.

Anyway, it only took ten minutes to get things all straightened out. Actually, things weren't exactly straightened out, but at least they knew that all three of us were still virgins. Technically. And then there was another hour of interrogation, during which they discovered everything I've told you about, but which they didn't know until then. And they listened, and let us talk, as well as asking questions.

So, in the end, they weren't really mad any more, or freaked out or whatever.

Of course it was still a disaster.

But that's because Mom made Brinn move out of our bedroom.

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