A Real Vacation Part 2

Chapter 102-1

A Real Vacation

Part 2

 

We were glad we were just a tad late seeing Dillon’s two best friends coming down the stairs and the girls all with wet hair. It didn’t take a genius to know what they had been doing. In some ways, I envied them and in others not so much, because how I felt about my best friends at home and unsure how they would take it regarding Mom and Dads new policy of open stimulation.

I have started to get comfortable with the idea of boys kissing boys and girls kissing girls, at first it was strange but now that I had done so enough times with Dillon’s Dad, and Dillon as well as his mother and Mom. That kissing was no longer the big deal that I thought it was, but I still liked kissing girl’s hell of a lot more and trust me there is a difference, but the other is not so bad either, just as not as good as kissing a girl.

The rest of the Rockwater’s soon followed telling us the house was all ours, I knew where they were going, they were going to my places for dinner and possibly for the other things they like to do. Even though I wasn’t required to kiss Dillon’s friends I did so while Dillon invited them to go to the falls tomorrow. For my last big fling before going home and we had already invited all the girls and my last two remaining dates of the six chosen girls. Personally, I just wanted Dillon and those two girls, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Knowing full well that all our friends and families all wanted to come and Dillon’s parents were providing the barbecue for all of us.

Yet the question is why are Dillon’s friends still here? I could slap myself silly seeing the table set for 8 knowing what they wanted was more than a simple candlelight dinner. Yet I was grateful that we would eat first before we jumped back into satisfying ourselves with each other; if you counted right those eight people included me, Dillon, his two best friends, and three mermaids and Dillon sister. Which basically was a girl for each of us in which in some ways I was glad and in others I was slightly disappointed, knowing I would have to share. The girls gave me and Dillon each a kiss opening our robes finding that we weren’t aroused, but knowing soon we would be as they stroked us a bit to see how willing and able we would be smiling when they reached almost hard state.

They told us to take a seat on the couch while they finish with the last items. Telling us everything they were going to do us and in no particular order providing were good boys, leaving us with our robes open and a kiss. Again there was no word’s that said we didn’t want them to have their way with us it was implied considering we had accepted their invention.

I also knew that extend to Dillon’s friends as they took a seat on either side of us opening their robes and placed their hands on mine and Dillon’s penis and bent down took us orally until the girls said. “Save some for us boys you’ll all get your chance.” Having them stop telling Dillon that we have been avoiding them for far too long. We have had every girl multiple times and each other that they were beginning to think we didn’t like them.

Which I was beginning to think it was the norm here when it came to the same sex stimulating each other, which I was still not quite comfortable about. Because I was allowing my prejudgment of how the world or the LDS church would scream and rave how wrong it was. Yet as far as the LDS church was concerned they were not on my priority list of people I would listen to for how they had treated me, or how they simply didn’t care or stop my parents from abusing me.

It was the world as a whole and what Shawn and people like them that were influencing my decision always questioning if this was how it all started. Yet personally I didn’t see the harm in it. We weren’t harming anyone or forcing or selves on them, it was all consensual and we were not doing the same things as Shawn, Arthur and their friends, when it comes to raping your brothers by having sex, peeing on them and inside of them as they force their penis inside their butts, something I or Dillon or my younger foster brothers or my Dad would ever do. Well, that’s what my Rothwell parents were teaching me and my brothers and my sisters.

Dillon cleared up why we haven’t been around them being so busy because the girls and our families have been running us on a very tight leash, that there weren’t enough hours in the day to satisfy everyone, but we had all night to make up for it. Dillon looked at me knowing he just put me in a rock in a hard place. I either insult him by telling them no and leave ending our friendship or dive in with both feet. I groaned inward and followed Dillon’s example, knowing sooner or later I was going to revisit this issue when stimulating all my friends besides my family. Man, I needed that handbook.

Dillon and I did likewise returning the favor having them each takes a coach so we could lay down more comfortable until dinner was ready. Unlike them, the girls didn’t stop us just kept to their preparations. When we were done they kissed us so they could share their nectar with them. Not that there was a lot considering they had just done so an hour ago and it wasn’t more than a couple of drops, but neither were they complaining since we did what they asked after we had been avoiding them on purpose, yet they didn’t need to know that.

We took our seats and followed Dillon’s friend’s example by closing our robes only to have the girls reopening so they could have access to us all through dinner. Personally, I don’t know why they wanted them open instead of us just removing them completely, girls are funny that way. As they each took a side next to the boy they wanted instead of boys on one side and girl’s on the other. Yet it became clear as they hand feed us allowing only one set silverware between each of us, letting then spaghetti and sauce drip down the front of us having them lick it off us, while we did the same to them.

I was really beginning to like this idea of being part of a meal and dessert. It was a very nice way for both of us getting what we want, and personally, I thought noodles and the sauce tasted even better breast style instead of using plates and silverware only using tongues fingers and lips. Even though we didn’t have to we helped clean up, Mostly it was me wanting to delay the editable, considering I was still adjusting to the idea of stimulating boys that are considered to be my best friends.

Dillon was ok one on one and my brothers and Dad. Yet it still bothered me that when I got home I would be doing the same thing with my three best friends, providing they wanted to and that was a big if. Being naked in each other's houses or going skinny dipping was now a lot different then what Mom and Dad wanted me to do. After sharing a secret that they had been doing this behind closed doors because they didn’t trust me enough at the time.

Dillon knew I was delaying it as long as possible he would kiss me and whisper not to worry about what the outside world thought of nudist or if we stimulated each other. Telling me that his parents, their parents, and my parents had been doing this for generations, if it was wrong they wouldn’t keep doing it and having us do it, and our children and most likely our children’s children. He did bring up a good point then why did I keep hesitating and feel that I was rapping every person I have been contact with?

Man, I wish Jeff was here to explain to me that this was wrong. Yet once more all I had to go on was Mom and Dads judgment and what they have taught me over the last three years. I let Dillon lead me out to the hot tub and let him remove my robe as his friends lead me inside the hot tub as we waited for the girls. I was glad that for now was all they wanted was to kiss me and hands stimulate me. That I could handle, it was the other I was having a hard time with. They still didn’t kiss any better than a girl and I was glad about that because I didn’t want to be like Shawn only wanting to be with boys.

Yet Mom and Dad wanted me to have both, but the things that Shawn was doing always overrode my judgment. Granted they didn’t pee on me or make them drink their urine or put their penis inside me or lick my butt. All they wanted was the same thing my brothers and Dad was doing, nothing more, so why was I having such a hard time with it? It could be how I view the world or how the world views me or was it just Shawn? All I knew that in 4 days I would have some real answers and I could put this behind me, but the question is do I really want too, for part of me really likes it. It’s the other parts of me that don’t.

I was almost hard again when the girls came out and removed their robes. I liked looking at their beautiful bodies, what boy wouldn’t? I didn’t need a porn magazine when I had real live girls begging for my affection. Yet don’t get me wrong I only felt that way towards girls that wanted me to do more than just look. It was the other girls regardless of their age I simply didn’t care about in the same way as if their skin was their clothing and the same for boys and men like Mom and Dad taught me no one can lie to me if they are naked.

Knowing when it comes to them they are the ones that have to stimulate me enough to get me aroused, it’s not automatic. Just because I see them naked doesn’t turn me on anymore. I had the feeling it was different for Shawn and them. Not even Dillon and his friends were aroused by each other until they made them that way, always starting from a soft point before getting there.

I was glad the girls wanted each of us, but they still wanted us to kiss them and our friends and sharing everything from breast to sweet spots to each other's nectar, screaming as they each climaxed begging for more. Until we took a nice long break for chocolate covered strawberries and chocolate covered breast and penises. I like being a meal; it was the most things I really liked as I stimulated each of the girls and them having them returning the favor.

It was almost 9 when Dillon and I stopped wanting at least one good night sleep after two days of barely getting any. It didn’t matter that they wanted us to stay with them through the night. I had been told not too, I am sure Dillon would have stayed if I wasn’t there. Yet he was just as tired as I was being with so many girls in the last two days.

When we arrived back at my cabin I was beyond shocked seeing Mom and Dad having sex, actual sex with someone that wasn’t their husband or wife. Dad looked up at and asked if they would like to make it a foursome. I don’t need to explain what that meant considering what they were asking was if Dillon and I wanted to have sex sharing the same condom so our mothers could slip both our penis inside them. Seeing the spent ripped condoms littering the deck it stated that exactly.

I swallowed hard and opened my robe showing our very soft and tired penis. Telling them Dillon I just wanted a nice hot bath and go to bed and we had stimulated more than enough for one night and couldn’t raise erection if we tried. I knew it hurt them, but when we say no we meant no, or it would be forced rape instead consensual.

Dad said. “Suit yourself, but your missing a great opportunity to get laid son.” I didn’t care that was one promise I was going to keep; I wanted something special for my bride to be. Yet if I knew what the future would have been. I would have jumped in with both feet and tell the world to go to hell because it looks like I will never get that chance to find out what I was missing when it came to real sex.

Yet that too in the weeks, months and the years to come would prove me wrong having sex before marriage was going to happen and I personally stopped caring what the world thought or the LDS church and jumped in with both feet and had no regrets in doing so until I was 23-24 when I made my big mistake that would wish I hadn’t made that choice of not willing to let my mother, my brother or my grandmother go. Instead, I chose to sacrifice my happiness for them, which was a big mistake on my part and will talk about it later on. Dillon followed me as we hung up our robes near the door.

It wasn’t completely true Dillon and I could have no problem getting an erection, we just didn’t or I didn’t want to have sex with our parents. I didn’t need to ask I simply knew that Dillon most likely had with his mother and most likely with several mothers here. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the stigma that hangs over his shoulder because he was sexually raped by Shawn and his grandfather and the other boys until he exposed them. I guess I would have to and did more girls then boys to keep them from wondering if he would rape young boys. I would do anything from letting them publicly kill me if I lived here too.

I did almost exactly what I said Dillon and I were going to do. Take a nice hot bath with full jets and kiss and play with each other before going back to my room. I knew with our parents having sex, that most likely my brothers weren’t home and most likely spending the night with friends, which left me and Dillon some needed alone time together.

We were asleep in each other's arms when Mom and Dad checked on us giving each a kiss goodnight and laying the sheet over us. It was nearly 8 when they woke us for breakfast knowing we all wanted too go to the falls and spend the entire day there. Like every morning Mom and Dad had us take a bath regardless if I had last night before bed, telling us that my last two girls of the six were waiting for us. I groaned inward knowing I was getting no relief and just wanted a normal day.

Dillon sighed as loud as I did before opening the bathroom door; seeing them at the edge of the tub kissing and stimulating each other as they waited for us. I was in no mood to play these games, but Dillon I did promises them some alone time with us. I shrugged off the feeling and took one as Dillon took the other and made passionate love with each of them as they screamed with pleasure filling the room and the house.

I only heard the door open when my brothers came in and slipped into the tub. Mom told us we had about an hour before breakfast was ready. I groaned knowing what my brothers wanted, and it was me. I hated Shawn for being the way he was, and because of that, I didn’t have backup when I needed another brother at my side. The only thing I had was Dillon and personally, he was more than just my best friend we had become brothers of circumstances. While I bathed my brothers he stimulated them and shared them with me with a kiss, while the girls bathed me and Dillon.

I saved Dillon and me for last letting them all have their way with us any way they liked. Mom opened the door as the girls were leaving as we boys were brushing our teeth. Mom asked if Dillon and I wanted to spend the night at the falls instead of coming home because there would be… if we were lucky one day at our campsite before I would go home with my mother.

I cringed at the thought that me and Mom and Bishop Earl, as well as Officer Kenly, we're going to have nice long talk and get those answers and suffer the consequence for Mom and Dad judgment for teaching me it was ok to do what we had been doing since the day we arrived here, the fact they been hiding it from me all these years stated that my world was about to change.