Part 1: The Parents

Frances was born first, followed 10 minutes later by me, her fraternal twin John. We were born to very young and extremely poor cotton mill workers in the Piedmont of North Carolina. A year later, the family was joined by the next arrival, a little girl they called Mae. The children grew up fairly close, not realizing they were dirt poor. Their parents bought them new clothes from Goodwill, and their Christmas presents were homemade or came from thrift stores. When it was time for school, all three children were gifted, maintaining As throughout high school. Up until they reached puberty, the family lived in a small two-bedroom house owned by the mill, commonly called Mill Hill. The children’s bedroom had one queen-sized bed, where all three children slept under quilts in the non-heated room. About the time my twin sister and I were entering puberty, our father bought a small single bed for me to sleep in, and our mother hung a sheet from the ceiling between the two beds to give us a little privacy. This did little to help; because in the morning, she would find all three of us again cuddled together in one bed. Next, she had her husband build a simple wall down the center of the room; but still, she would find us in one bed in the morning. I guess I was a late bloomer because it wasn’t until I was about 15 that I discovered I liked to look at my sisters when they changed from their school clothes to their night clothes or watched them getting ready for their nightly bath, and used the cracks between the planks of the make-shift wall to spy on them. Little did I know that Frances also liked to peep at John, especially at night, when the light from the street lamp shone down on his bed. I would wait until I thought his sisters were asleep before I pulled the sheet down, removed his underwear, and pulled on his pecker until I squirted. I didn’t really know what was happening, just that it felt good. Frances had placed a little wooden chair by the wall. She would sit in the chair backward, peeping through the crack, and watch while she had her hand in her panties, strumming her little clit, often reaching orgasm at the same time I did.

The summer before the twins entered the ninth grade, John and Frances turned 16 and could get a work permit. They were expected to get a job to help out with the family expenses. Their mom and dad had gotten steady promotions at the mill, so getting a job in the mill, working the first shift during the summer and from after school to 9:00 each night was easy. Both were assigned to the cleaning crew. Frances was small enough that she could crawl under the big looms while they were running and sweep up the lint that formed on the floor and the bottom of the machine. John pushed a broom, sweeping up the things his sister pushed out from under the greasy looms and the oil-saturated floor. By the end of the day, they were both filthy and smelled of old machine oil.

Mom finally convinced Dad it was time to get a bigger house and move out of the mill village. Dad found a house that needed a lot of repairs through the bank, which was in foreclosure, and he could get it for what was owed to the bank. It was only a mile further from the mill, so walking to work was not difficult for us. The house had three bedrooms and indoor plumbing, so we didn’t have to go out on a cold or rainy night to the outhouse, and we could take a bath in a real bathroom, instead of a washtub in the middle of the kitchen. It always embarrassed me to strip and sit in the little tub while Mom poured warm water over my head. The girls seemed to always find some reason to walk through the kitchen while I was nude, but I was forbidden to get anyplace near the kitchen while they were in the tub.

The bathroom for the new house was between my bedroom and his parents’ room, with the girl’s bedroom directly across the hall. One day, I noticed light coming through a pinhole in the wall by my bed. I couldn’t see much, but could tell it was right beside the bathtub. That evening, I carefully enlarged the hole on my side of the wall until it was the size of a pencil. I pushed a tack in the wall over the hole and hung a picture on the tack to hide my peephole. On the shower side, the hole was only the size of the pencil lead, and along with the other marks on the painted wall, the little hole was unnoticeable. That evening, I watched as Frances went into the bathroom to wash the grim off her body and get ready for bed. As soon as he heard the door shut, I locked my bedroom door, turned the lights off, and removed the picture. My sister shed her oily work pants and shirt, along with her panties, and dropped them into the dirty clothes basket. She turned on the water to get it warm and slipped into the tub. Before she put the stopper in the tub, she laid on her back, scooted to the end of the tub with her feet up on the wall by the water spigot, and let the warm water pour down on her pussy. Using the fingers of her right hand, she opened up her almost hairless pussy to expose her clit to the pounding warm water and used her other hand to pull and twist her nipples. She laid her head back, closed her eyes, and sighed. John heard her soft moaning, then she started saying, “Yes, yes, that’s it, yes,” and started raising her backside closer to the water. John was now sitting on his knees between his bed and the wall, pulling on his hard dick while watching his sister masturbate. Finally, he heard her whisper, “Yes, John. Do me right there. That feels so good. You’re going to make it happen, right NOW!” With that, she had raised her bottom up to within inches of the water spout, and all her stomach muscles began convulsing at once. She threw her head back and held her breath until her orgasm started easing off. Then, she collapsed and tried to catch her breath, before stopping up the tub and washing herself. I was now holding my deflating dick in my hand. There was a puddle of cum on the floor and a trail of cum running down the wall. I fell back into bed and was sound asleep within minutes.

The peephole was nice, but too small. I would need to figure out a way to make it larger so I could see better. When Dad and I had fixed up the house, he had taught me how to put in electrical outlets; so I went to Dad and told him that I needed another outlet in my room. On Sunday afternoon, I went to the shed for supplies. Under the house, I tied the wire into an existing outlet and ran it up the wall by the tub. I carefully massaged the wall and cut a hole for the box and outlet right where the water pipes for the tub were. I taped off the wire and inserted the dead outlet box into the hole. By removing the box, I could see past the spigot into the tub. This way, I would be less than a foot from Frances’ pussy when she lay under the water. By looking past the hot water valve, I had a clear shot of the rest of the shower.

Sunday was family day. After church, the family had a big lunch, often picnic style under the big oak tree in the backyard. Then, my dad and I would go into the living room, turn on the old radio, and listen to the Yankees baseball game. With my first pay envelope from the mill, I walked down to the mill store and bought a baseball glove and a ball. The next Sunday afternoon, I pulled the glove out and asked my father to play catch with me. I loved baseball. During recess at school, they often organized a baseball game, and I was always asked to pitch. I, because of my size, over six feet tall, and my long arms, had developed a wicked curveball and could throw a fastball better than anyone else at school. I knew, working at the mill, I would never be able to play on a regular team like some of the other boys, but I still loved the game, and might be able to play on the mill’s summer league team.

Our father was promoted to 1^st shift superintendent, and with the extra pay, he purchased a small used black and white television for the family. Now, he and I could watch the Yankees play, and the family would gather around the TV to watch the Red Skelton Show and Gunsmoke. This was an extravagance for our family. Our father never spent money. They had a small garden in the backyard that everyone had to plant, weed, and harvest during the summer, and we had to help our mother do the canning in the fall so we would have vegetables to eat during the winter. My father would often come home with a coop full of chickens to be slaughtered, plucked, and cleaned for their meat. Occasionally, he would bring home a cured ham, a side of bacon, or even a beef roast. My sisters and I never went hungry, but we didn’t have a lot of extras, and other than the occasional church meal, we never went out to eat.

School started in the fall, and Mae entered high school with us. She had jumped a grade, so all three of us were freshmen together, taking the same classes. Most teachers required the students to sit in alphabetical order, so we were always sitting together. After school, Frances and I walked to the mill to start work, and Mae went to the house to do her homework. She was not yet 15 and could not get a work permit for another year. After work, Frances and I ate a quick bite, took our baths, did our homework, and went to bed. We were all good students. Mae was the quiet one, who loved English and History, reading all the time. I loved mathematics, often checking out math books that were more advanced than the ones in school from the local library. I loved doing those problems where a train left New York, and another left San Francesco, and figuring out where they would meet. Frances loved science, especially Biology, and loved to get those books that had clear overlay pages where you could see the parts of the body being built one page at a time over a skeleton.

When winter set in, the furnace was lit, but it only warmed the living room. Dad would say the heating oil was too expensive to heat the whole house. Mother would go into the hall closet and pull out heavy homemade quilts for the children’s beds and tell them to say their prayers and be thankful for what they had. One extremely cold night, I woke up to find Mae and Frances crawling in bed with me. Their room faced north and was the coldest room in the house. With three bodies in the bed and half a dozen quilts, I fell asleep quickly, only to wake up feeling a hand slipping into my pajama bottoms. It was Frances on that side of me. She carefully wrapped her fingers around my dick and just held it. Instantly, I started getting hard, and Frances just held it.

I heard her whisper, “John, are you awake?” I didn’t say anything. She slowly started moving her hand up and down on my dick, occasionally reaching down to rake her fingernails across my balls. I wondered how she knew how to do this, not knowing that she had been peeping on me in our old house, and had watched me several times through the keyhole of my bedroom door. She loved to watch my dick get hard as I pumped it, and how my big balls would draw up like walnuts just before I shot my cum onto my chest. It didn’t take long for her fingers to do their job, and I erupted in my sleep pants. I then saw my sister, through my lashes, pull her hand up and lick my juices off of her hand before she snuggled down under my arm and went to sleep. Mother woke us up in the morning to get ready for school, not finding it strange to find us all in the same bed in that cold bedroom. On very cold nights, the girls almost always slipped into bed with me, and about half of those times, Frances would give me a hand job, licking my cum off of her hand when she was finished. I wanted to reach into her panties and play with her pussy, like I had seen her do; but I was afraid if she knew I was awake, the hand jobs would stop. One night, while Frances was pulling on my pecker, she scooted under the heavy quilts and started sucking on me. I thought she must have liked the flavor of my cum and wanted to get all of it. It didn’t take long for me to fill her mouth. She swallowed it all, tucked my pecker back in my underwear, and returned to her place by my side. From then on, she stopped jerking me off and always ended up sucking the cum out of my dick.

I continued to look through the peephole in my bedroom wall at every opportunity. I saw my mother taking her bath often, but it really didn’t do anything for me. She had large boobs, probably DDs, but they sagged quite a bit, and she had a thick mass of dark pubic hair. I couldn’t see her pussy at all. I watched her bathe, but she didn’t masturbate, or pull on her nipples or anything, so I wasn’t interested. I watched Mae bathe often. She was just developing and had small A-size boobs and just a tuft of hair on her pussy. She didn’t lay down in the tub the way Frances did, but she sat on the edge of the tub facing the wall right in front of the peephole. She would wash her pussy with a washcloth, then splash water on it to rinse off the soap. She then took Mom’s baby oil, put a little on her hand, and started rubbing her clit, with the occasional finger going into her pussy as far as she could reach. She moved her hand faster and faster until it became a blur and groaned out loud, as she jerked to her orgasm. With her sitting on the side of the tub, I could see everything she did and would cum at the same time she did, leaving another puddle on the floor and a mess running down the wall.

Once, I even caught my father in the shower jerking on his cock. It was not until that moment that I realized I was larger than average, or at least larger than my father was. He didn’t play sports, and they didn’t have student showers at school, so he had never seen another guy naked. I was at least an inch longer and a half an inch wider than my father was. Suddenly, the shower curtain was thrown open by Mom. I expected her to fuss at him, but instead, she reached for his cock and jerked it for him. She then turned around, dropped her panties, and put her hands beside the sink for support as she bent at the waist. Her backside was hanging over the side of the tub. Dad pulled her long housedress over her butt and rubbed his dick on her pussy. From my position, I could finally see Mom’s pussy, and she was very wet. Dad plunged into her while holding onto her hips. Over the sound of the shower, I could not hear well, but I could hear Mom encouraging him to push harder or faster, and I could hear Dad panting. With his balls swinging beneath him, I could not see much of Mom, until he got close to cumming. His balls drew up like walnuts, and I had a good view of him going in and out of Mom’s pussy. With a final plunge, he held himself deep in her and started cumming, while the muscles in her butt and legs told me that she was also having an orgasm. When he pulled out, she wiped the cum that was running down her leg with toilet paper, dropped her dress back in position, kissed my Dad, and left the bathroom.

Just before spring, the heavy quilts had been reduced to a single one, and I knew the reason for us to sleep together was almost over until fall arrived. Frances reached into my underwear and started playing with me. Then I heard her whisper, “Mae, are you awake?” Mae whispered back that she was. “Do you still want to see it?” she asked. She scooted under the covers and Mae joined her. I saw light shining from under the covers and knew that Frances had taken a flashlight with her to show Mae my pecker. Frances pulled my hard dick out of my underwear and started stroking it as Mae watched. I listened to them whisper back and forth.

“It’s bigger than Daddy’s,” Frances said.

“How do you know?” Mae asked.

“I saw Daddy pee in the woods last summer. After he peed, he pulled on his pecker until he blasted off. Daddy has a nice cock, but John is bigger,” Frances whispered back.

“Are you going to suck on it?” Mae asked.

“Yeah, do you want to watch?” came the reply. I felt my twin sister’s lips encircle the head of my cock, and she began to suck, as she ran her hand up and down the shaft. Then I felt another hand, this one smaller, reach out and start playing with my balls. Frances released his cock and asked, “You want to try it?” A moment later, a smaller set of lips settled down on the head of my cock and began to suck. I was in heaven. My sisters kept switching off sucking on me until I was about to pop. Frances, knowing the signs that I was ready, whispered, “He is almost there. You better let me finish him off this time.” She took over from her little sister and started sucking on the head of my dick and running her tongue around the underside of the head. This was too much for me, and I exploded in her mouth. I felt her lean across my body to kiss her little sister. “There’s a taste for you to see if you like his juice,” she said.

He heard his little sister say “Yum. It’s nice and salty. I like it.” My cock was put away, and my sisters moved up beside me. Shortly, I felt the bed shaking and realized that both Frances and Mae were playing with their pussies on either side of me. It didn’t take long and I felt Mae go rigid and start shaking, quickly followed by my twin. When everything was quiet again, I heard Mae say, “Boy, I needed that.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Frances whispered back. They settled down, and both girls quickly went to sleep. I was so fired up he couldn’t sleep. I wished I could reach down and jack off again, or slip my hands in the girls’ panties, but I would have to bide my time. For the next several weeks, I would get a blow job from Mae and Frances, and they took turns swallowing my cum. Both of them seemed to love the taste.

Summer arrived, and with it came planting in the garden and working in the mill on the first shift. The weather got warm, the quilts were put into the linen closet with a box of mothballs, and the windows were opened to let the cool night air blow through the house. This meant doors had to be left open at night, too, giving me no privacy at all. I would wait until I thought everyone in the house was asleep before I would pull down the sheet, pull my cock out of the opening in my sleep shorts and jerk off. The only time my door was shut and locked was when one of my sisters was in the bath, and I was on my knees jacking off while watching them masturbate. Both girls played with their pussies almost every time they took a bath alone. Sometimes, especially on Sunday morning when everyone was trying to get ready for church, the girls would take a bath together. They would wash each other’s hair, take a quick soap down, get out, and dry off. No fun and games on those days. On the few occasions when they took a bath together on a non-hurried day, he would watch them play with each other, until one day when I watched Frances drop down and start licking her little sister. After Mae had her orgasm, she returned the favor and licked Frances to orgasm. I left two loads of cum running down the wall that day. I loved to see Mae develop. Her boobs grew to match her sister’s large Bs or small C cups, but thankfully neither girl grew a thick bush like my mother.

One day, while I was watching Mae rub her clit, she stopped and inserted a finger up into her pussy as far as she could reach. When she pulled her finger out again, she licked it clean before returning it to her clit. I wanted to taste what she was tasting. Often, when I went into the bathroom to shower, I would take my sisters’ panties from the clothes basket and smell their scent, and if they were a little damp, I would suck their juices out of the cloth before putting them back into the basket. Both his sisters tasted delicious. They had slightly different flavor, with Frances being a little salty and Mae’s pussy tasting a little more fruity. I loved both of their flavors and wanted to get more of it, straight from the source.

The summer when the three of us were rising juniors, things changed between Frances and me. One day at lunch, the school bully decided to make unwanted advances on Frances. He backed her into a corner, grabbed her boob in one hand, and reached under her dress with the other. I saw what was happening and rushed to her aid. I tapped him hard on the shoulder. When he turned around, I punched him under the ribs with a right hand as hard as I could. When he bent at the waist, I hit him again with an uppercut to the jaw. He went limp and fell onto his back, out cold. I held my crying sister as teachers rushed to the scene of the fight. I was taken to the office, while he was taken to the nurse’s office, clutching his face and crying like a baby. When I explained what had happened to the principal, my two-week expulsion was reduced to only one week, and I was ordered to go to my locker, get my books, and go home. I walked the half mile to the mill to start my shift early and was immediately called to my dad’s office. The school had called him, and he demanded to know what had happened. When I explained it to him just as I had to the principal, he got a strange look on his face. He wrote a note and told me to take the day off after I took the note to my mother in payroll. He had given me a .05 raise.

I walked home, picked up my fishing line, pole, and hooks, dug up a can full of worms in the garden, and headed to the creek behind the house to the fishing hole. It was an Indian summer, unusually warm and clear. The water looked too inviting to fish, so I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the cool water. When I started getting cold, I crawled up onto the bank and stretched out on the bank to dry off and warm up. I didn’t hear Frances coming down the trail to the water until a shadow fell across my face and I opened my eyes. “Care if I join you?” she asked, as she started pulling her school dress over her head and then pulled her panties down her legs. My dick did an instant imitation of a flagpole. She sat down beside me and said, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” leaned forward, and put my dick in her mouth. I didn’t last long. In only about two minutes, after warning her I was close, I was shooting my cum into her mouth, and she was swallowing everything I had. She sat back with a smile at her accomplishment, as I regained my ability to think and breathe.

I sat up gave her a kiss on the lips and said, “And I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. I laid her back onto her dress, spread her legs, and dove for her pussy.

I licked her from her butthole to her clit, as she held her knees to her chest and chanted, “Yes, Yes, eat me, brother. I love you. Make me cum. Yes, Yes!” She had a violent orgasm that melted into another and another until she finally cried out, “Stop, I can’t take it anymore.” I laid down beside her, kissing her ears and neck until she could breathe normally again. She opened her eyes, looked into mine, and whispered, “I love you, my brother.” We lay side by side for the longest time, just holding each other. Frances reached down to touch my cock and found me as hard as steal again. She looked at me and said, “John, I want this inside of me, but you’ll have to pull out, or I could get pregnant.” She wanted to be on top, and I thought it would be best to let her set the pace so I wouldn’t hurt her. Carefully, she straddled me and slowly lowered herself down on my shaft. She was tight, and it was difficult to get the head started in, but once it was past the crown, she started down. She only gave one little yelp as I broke through her cherry and continued to move up and down, until I was totally embedded and our sparse pubic hair was mashed together. She stayed that way, and I remained still until she got used to the fullness in her pussy. Slowly, she started moving up and down on my dick. If I hadn’t already come once, the pressure of her warm wet sheath would have sent me over the edge. I lay still and let her move, as I reached up and pulled on her nipples. Slowly, her eyes lost focus, and she started moving faster. Finally, she leaned her head back and shouted, “I’m cummmminnggg Don’t Stop. Keep fucking me, Brother.”

She got very still and just hung on, as I watched her eyes focus and her breathing start to return to normal. I rolled her onto her back, never pulling my dick out of her warm wet pussy, until I was between her legs. “Now, it’s my turn to fuck you,” I said, and I started moving in her pussy. I was harder than I had ever been in my life. On every down stroke, I could feel the end of my dick hitting her cervix, as I picked up speed. I braced myself with one hand and moved the other one between us and rubbed her clit. She exploded again. This was too much for me, and I could feel the cum rushing up from my toes. At the last second, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to pull out, because her legs were wrapped around my butt holding me in place as she came again. I jerked my dick out of her pussy and fired my cum up onto her stomach all the way to her neck, some even landing on her cheek. She kept her legs around behind me, pulling my butt down. Then, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me down on top of her, and gave me a passionate kiss. At the same time, we both said, “I love you.”

We cuddled on the side of the creek for a while, slipped into the cool water to rinse the evidence of our love away, and went back up on the creek bank to dry off again. We finally dressed, I threw all the worms into the water to feed the fish, and we walked home, hand in hand, just in time for supper.

One day after school and on my way to the mill, I passed the local drug store and went in to buy condoms. The druggist knew my family and was friends with my father, so I didn’t know how I was going to do it. I found a box of 24 and slipped it into the big pockets of my bib overalls. The price tag said $1.99. I reached into my pocket and pulled out $2.00, placed it on the counter near the till, and left the store as quickly as I could. I knew he would find the money sooner or later. I hid the box in the work shed in the backyard, hoping Frances and I would get to use them soon.

Life went back to normal. We went to school, studied, did homework, worked at the mill, watched each other through the peephole, and had Sundays off. I changed jobs at the mill, and worked as a loom fixer, and Mae joined Frances as a cleaner. At the beginning of our senior year, Mae was number one, Frances was number two, and I was number three in our class standings. The guidance counselor started getting us college applications for scholarships, and by Christmas, all three of us had academic scholarships at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, which paid for tuition and books, but we would have to pay for housing and food.

The mill had promoted my father, and now he was the mill superintendent, while my mother was over the business office, including payroll for the mill. In January, there was some kind of conference that the mill owners wanted my father to attend, at their expense, at the state capital in Raleigh, which would last for a whole week. He decided to take my mother with him. He said that since they had never had a honeymoon, or taken a vacation, this was their chance at both. We were old enough to take care of ourselves, and they were going to leave us alone in the house for a week, plus the two weekends on either side. Instantly, I had a hard-on, thinking of all the time I was going to have with Frances, and maybe Mae, too. I slipped out to the shed that afternoon to retrieve the box of condoms, just in case. The first night they were away, the girls cooked us a nice meal, and we took our baths and headed to bed. I lay in bed for two hours, waiting and hoping that Frances would slip into my bed. About midnight, there was a light tap on my door, and Frances walked in, not closing the door behind her. Standing beside the bed, she lifted my long t-shirt that she slept in over her head and pulled the covers back. She bent over and kissed me, whispering, “I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.” After more kisses, and whispering words of love, she put a knee on either side of my head and lowered her pretty pussy down onto my face. She shifted a little, bent forward, and engulfed my cock in her warm mouth. I love her taste and for some reason, her juice was really flowing tonight. Her mouth kept working lower and lower on my cock. She couldn’t deep throat me all the way, but almost. She shifted again, pushing her pussy harder into my mouth, and moaned. Again, my cock was sucked down into her warm mouth, and she bobbed up and down on the crown while her hand pumped my shaft. Suddenly, I realized her tongue was on the bottom of my cock, licking around the edge of the crown, sending shivers up my spine. This was impossible. Her tongue should be on the top of my dick, not on the bottom. I pushed her hips up and looked down. Mae looked back at me, as she continued to bob up and down around my dick. This was too much for me, and I erupted instantly, and she swallowed as fast as she could. She lifted her head after four squirts and Frances dropped down to take the last two, and what dribbled out at the end.

Frances got off of my face and laid down on my right side, as Mae crawled up and snuggled down on my left. “How did this happen?” I asked, “Not that I’m complaining,” I added.

Frances explained that they were lying in their twin beds and she saw Mae masturbating. This was not the first time, as they had often watched each other play with themselves and had even helped each other out from time to time. When Mae had cum, she started crying. Frances went over to her to find out what was wrong. Mae explained that the one man in her life that she would ever love was out of reach. She would never marry or make love to a man, and she would die an old maid. Through her tears, she finally confessed that she was in love with her brother and that he was the only man she ever wanted. She always thought of me while she masturbated, imagining it was me moving inside of her. I looked over at Mae and she was red-faced with embarrassment. I leaned over and gave her a kiss that quickly turned passionate. After Frances had calmed Mae down, she had admitted to her little sister that she was also in love with me and that we were lovers. She had invited Mae in to join us in bed and had assured her that I would be gentle when I took her cherry. I looked at my beautiful little sister and asked her, “Is this what you want? Do you want me to take your virginity tonight?”