Tangled Hearts Part 2

Chapter 255-1

Tangled Hearts

Part 2

 

Mom held his hands telling him to look at her, telling him to let us know when he feels pain of any kind. Explaining what he was about to feel was a fullness, uncomfortable fullness as if he had muscle cramp sitting on the toilet and nothing is coming out. That once he and his body relaxed, that tight fullness will go away and he will begin to feel pleasure and be aroused by it. Something I had really had yet too experience, other than the feeling of nothing more than being rapped.

Eli and everyone else besides me had experienced this pleasure Mom was talking about. It was only me that couldn’t get out the image of Gloria West raping me. I felt nothing but pain, the most pain I had ever felt in my entire life. So I had thought until now. Years later I would learn that pain would be considered mild by far after having my knees replaced. That pain too lessened in time, and so did being rapped, also finally experience that pleasure that Mom was talking about finally came true, but it wouldn’t be until almost a weeks later when I allowed myself too let me feel it. Yet I still really hadn’t gotten a taste for it and preferred not to, even with girls.

Yet if they asked me to I would let them, and not shy away from it. I accepted the fact that I was bisexual after learning that wasn’t a bad thing to be. The term was far better than being called gay. Stating I preferred boys over girls when the truth was I preferred both and there was nothing wrong with it. Until I let the world in and have people tell me that what I was doing was wrong. It didn’t feel wrong to me, it felt the opposite and I really liked being with as many girls and guys as possible or both at the same time. I had many lovers and it was considering exciting or living on the edge.

Now everyone frowns on the idea, but even now that is changing and becoming acceptable. Except for those that have been taught by religious beliefs or a different set of values then what I was taught. They are the ones that shun me. Thinking I must be a rabid dog and needs to be put down, stating clearly how wrong and messed up I am. Yet at the time and even now as write this, I don’t have any regrets. Nor do I feel that being bisexual is wrong. I’ll let god decided in the end.

I had done this ritual many times now, as I watched and felt the signs that Terry wasn’t in any pain as I watched the minstrel blood drip down the back of his legs as I used the fake penis, he only jerked really bad when he felt me stick it in as he butt muscles tightened. He gave a loud gasp as Mom told him to look her in the eye and relax. That in a couple of minutes what he was feeling would go away.

His body shook as he faces contorted as he jaw tightened then just like that, he gave out huge gasped of relief and started to moan, begging me not to stop, as I moved the fake penis in and out. Then put it to the side as I slipped on a double condom and lubed me with some more of the KY gel.

Dad took my place. Telling me it’s only fair that he is Terry’s father that he should be the one to finish this task and put some of the blame on his shoulders instead of just me. Dad knew how I felt about doing this, in fact, everyone here knew how I felt about having sex in this way. Eli liked it because he felt the same pleasure as Mom and the girls felt when they did this. I had to remember that they had been doing it since the day they had turned five. I didn’t understand about that magical number or why they made such a rule that every boy and girl that had reached their 5th birthday was given this so-called special ritual as if it was something special to be raped like this.

Even now I still don’t get it, why they waited until that special day and the same with girls after their first period. Stating they have reached their childbearing age which was either their 14th or 16th birthday. Some girls even younger if they were nothing more then slaves, or young prostitutes, like Terry sister Loren who had been sold to some pimp that liked young girls because they brought in the most cash.

I hated to even think about what she has gone through over the last few months while their brothers had been held captive by Mr. Tate and his men. Terry was lucky until now, as I watch Dad place himself inside of him, as Terry moaned for him to not stop but to go even harder, watching Dad oblige telling Terry he could do us next so he could get a feel for it, stating it was only fair.

Both Terry and Dad were breathing hard as the slick sweat on their bodies glistened as the last of Dads seed moistened Terry’s butt and dripped down the back of his legs as they both fell into the tub to catch their breath. Terry shouted that it was amazing, asking me why I didn’t like it. I shrugged my shoulders said. “It’s just not my cup of tea, but if you want to really know the reason. It is because unlike you, I didn’t get the special KY Gel we used on you. In fact, I got something worse than had different side effect where someone stuck a hot poker up my a*s over and over again. It wasn't gentle and Gloria West the woman who raped me and Jared weren’t gentle, she wanted me to feel how painful it truly is. She wanted nothing more for me to remember that so when I did so to another person that is how they will feel when I rape them.”

Dad said. “On a more happier note, Terry you got to feel how it feels when someone doesn’t rape you like Mr. Tate would have done and what your brother felt when his men did that to him. It’s like shoving a hot poker up your a*s over and over again as my father had done to me and my brothers. We didn’t have this specially treated gel where we use to help you so you don’t feel pain, instead, you feel pleasure. It’s up to you now to keep yourself in check so you never feel that kind of pain Nate or I have felt.

“It’s up to you to make sure you never cause another person to feel that kind of pain. Because if you do, you are no better then monster like Mr. Tate and his men have done to countless boys like your brother. And if I find out that you have done so to either boy or girl. I will promise you that I will end you in the most painful way and do it slowly until your last breath.”

Terry nodded and gave him his word that he would never do so. Dad said. “I have that in writing if you remember the contract that you signed.”

Terry said. “Yes, I remember that clearly sir and you have my word that I will not break that contract or my word. The thing is how do I tell my sister when I see her that. That I am now a nudist and her baby brother is a nudist and we like having sex with each other. She has never seen me naked, well not since we shared a tub together when we were toddlers; then when she sees me naked for the first time having sex with either man or boy my age on camera tomorrow. How I am going to explain the fact that it’s real and in truth I really like it?”

Dad climbed out of the tub and dried off placing a robe around him and said watching Mom join him. “By simply telling her that it’s ok and that you are sharing your self with her. Yes, it will be a shock, but in truth son, she really won’t care as much as you think she will. Everyone knows how the opposite sex is built, even though they haven’t seen you naked, we know how each other is built. We have always known, yet when we mature and have outgrown the stage where your brother hasn’t realized the fact that being naked in front of you and your sister means nothing more then us taking off our shirts on a hot day or playing sports. Whereas you reaching the age where you think it matters when the truth is like you, your self discovered. That being naked is nothing more than a fact of life and how God made us and nothing to be embarrassed about.

“She will be shocked, but in the end, once you see each other naked for the first time and actually share yourself with each other. There will be no secrets, and no lies between you. She will see what we see and that is you, and not the naked part of you but your soul. She like us will love you even more. Being naked is nothing more than sharing your soul with each other, and showing her how much you love her by showing her that.  Everything else that you may have to do tomorrow while she is watching will mean nothing more than an act. Something for those sick Mary’s to watch as they fantasize having sex with you and our boys.

“It’s only an act, nothing more where the sex and stimulation are meaningless. Whereas what we did tonight and what you do together when the world isn’t watching means something… and shows each how you really feel. The pleasure will be ten times that then having to act where the sex is meaningless and unfulfilling.

“I have feeling your sister already knows what the difference is while watching you perform like she has had to perform doing the same tricks, for all those sick Johns just so her pimp or boss can count his coin he is making off her. So I wouldn’t worry over spilled milk, just clean it up and forget about it. Everything will work itself out… I promise you, Terry, when the moment comes, your sister won’t feel any less about you for it. In fact, she will love you even more because of it.

“I have raised two daughters and they love each of their bothers more then life it’s self, more so when they truly see them how God made them. They feel the same way about you and your brother now that you and he are part of our family now. It’s been a long day and tomorrow is quickly approaching. I would advise you all to get good night sleep, but I know better than you most likely being very horny teenagers that sleep is the last thing on your mind.

“So I will wish you all good night and see you all bright and early.” Dad gave quick nodded as Mom followed him stating he has another thing coming if he thinks he going to be sleeping, grabbing two bottles of chocolate sauce and two cans of whip-cream and a six-pack of grape soda and followed him out the door.

Terry said standing up. “Should we continue this here or in bed where I can truly have some fun and learn some new tricks that I have heard so much about?” We couldn’t help but laugh as everyone climbed out of the draining tub that had turned timid. I smiled noticing right away that Terry shyness was completely gone, as he didn’t care if the girls saw how aroused he was as they each pulled him along onto the bed trying decided which game to play and the positions they wanted to do.

Rhoda closed the door and turned up the stereo hearing that ours wasn’t the only one on or the only ones in the house having sex like my mother telling Chef Philips to go harder and begging him not to stop as she howled as he promised her.

Very few people knew about my mother and her sex life, almost as much as they knew about mine, and most people didn’t believe it. Neither did they have the guts to ask me about it. They just assumed I was just clean cut boy that had bad childhood bouncing from one home to the next. No one knew about most of what happened to me growing up other than my mother and my grandmother. My father and sisters knew I liked girls and had sex as often as I could get it. But not even my brother Aaron knew everything, or what happened when I lived with the Rothwell’s. For one thing, he never knew about me being bisexual.

I never brought home girls or boys when he was living with me nor did I ever stimulate him or have sex with him or invite him to join me when I did have sex with girls or boys. Or he just wasn’t around or I did so in secret for a long time. Until I listened to the world telling me what I felt and what I was doing was wrong. I stopped everything, I didn’t even date anymore. I gave up and focused on work and school believing what I had done was wrong and I didn’t deserve to be happy for the things I had done.

Plus the fact I was so worried that I would end up or become my father. Something I couldn’t allow myself to become. I couldn’t let that happen, I couldn’t let me become the monster he was when everything stated it. I had never hurt anyone as he had done to me and my brother. I was the complete opposite. Yet the odds were against me, as it was said that people that were victims in abuse, physical and sexual abuse. Or ten times the ones that become the abuser.

I couldn’t let that happen… I refused to let that happen by breaking the chain.  I didn’t or couldn’t allow my children to even meet my parents, fearing that they would abuse them as they had done with me and Aaron like they did so with my sister Susan’s two kids as she too was the one that became just like my parents, again stating that if I married again and had kids that I too would be just like them and her.  How wrong I was, and how I let that belief destroy me; leaving me unhappy and unloved by anyone and lone with no one to care for me.

I listened to the world believing what I had done was wrong; I listened to the world telling me that I would become the monster that my father was and my mother. I should not have listened. I curse myself for not taking the chance, not trusting in the fact I was raised differently and knowing better and most of all know without a doubt what love is. I should have said, let God be the judge not the world around me, but instead I listened to the world around me. I listened and I knew better not too. I was taught that what I do is between me, God and the person or persons I am with. Not the world for they will spit on you and shun you because they are nothing more than people listening to the world themselves.