Chapter 7: Lessons and Revelations

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

I woke up spooning Rose, with one hand cupping a tit and my cock between her thighs. As I started to get up, I heard my companion complain, “Shit! Not even enough time for a quicky.”

Rose got up as well. She pulled me into the shower for a quick rinse. When we were almost done drying off, she pushed me towards the door to the room I had been sharing with Tom, with my hair still a little damp, “Please make sure the two of them are up.”

When I opened the door, I could tell that Tom and Jessica had woken up horny. They had decided to do something to take care of their issue besides rinsing off in a cold shower. I watched the two of them having sex doggy style as I put on a clean pair of underwear, the set of overalls Grandpa had loaned me to do chores in, socks, and shoes. A couple of minutes after I was done getting dressed I interrupted my siblings.

“We don’t have time for that now, maybe after chores,” I teased

“Just a minute,” Tom said. He then gave a little sigh and pulled out. Jessica then stood with a little frown I was starting to recognize as sexual frustration. After glaring at Tom and me, she went through the bathroom to Rose’s room. I waited until Tom finished getting dressed, before going downstairs with him. Grandma and Grandpa were in the kitchen drinking their first cups of coffee. Contrary to my expectations not a word was spoken about what had happened the previous night. Unusually, Jessica and Rose didn’t join us for coffee although I thought I saw Rose glance inside the kitchen and turn around.

When Tom and I joined Rose and Jessica to do the chores, the first thing that Rose did was berate, “Were you planning on spending half the morning drinking coffee when there were chores to be done?”

Rose just replied with a “Whatever...” when I pointed out that Tom and I were actually out there and ready to do chores about five minutes before we normally left the kitchen. As we did the chores I could tell the atmosphere was very tense. Jessica refused to talk at all to either Tom or me as we were doing chores, just angry glares. After that initial exchange, the only thing Rose would say to either of us either was telling us what we needed to do next or how we did the previous job poorly, even when we had done things the same way as we had done the day before. After the chores were done, with Tom and I doing the heavy lifting as usual, we returned to the house.

When I had gotten up I wondered who would be with me while I took my post-chores shower. While doing the chores I adjusted my expectation to showering alone. My thoughts along those lines were confirmed when Rose and Jessica all but rushed into Rose’s room, shutting the door behind them. A click indicating the door was locked followed. With that I returned to the room Tom and I had been sharing. Tom started to approach the door to Rose’s room, then changed his mind following me to the one he had spent the previous night in. We soon heard the shower start, indicating that at least one of the girls was taking their shower.

I whispered to Tom, “Let’s take quick showers in the other bathrooms up here, and then I think we might need to talk for a moment. Not in here though.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he whispered back.

Taking a change of clothes, I went to the shower I had used on the weekend. I managed to finish my shower and had gotten dressed in my usual warm weather ‘play’ clothes before either of the other showers finished. Wanting a bit of privacy for my chat with Tom, I went to the bedroom attached to the bathroom where he was taking a shower and sat down in the chair in front of the desk. When Tom was done with his shower, he got dressed. Exiting the bathroom he saw me and down on the end of the bed facing me.

“Tell me in your words what you think happened,” Tom asked.

“We both screwed up, badly,” I replied.

Seeing Tom’s questioning look, I continued, “My screw up was making that comment I made when I saw you and Jessica having sex this morning. It was out of line and I probably should not have said anything at that time.”

“What do you think my screw-up was?” Tom asked. I got the feeling he already knew but was using me as a sounding board to see if I agreed with him.

“Did you cum inside of Jessica this morning?”

“Yes, but that didn’t bother her last night.”

“Did Jessica cum this morning?”

“What does that ... Fuck, I left her hanging didn’t I?”

“Based on how her face looked after you pulled out I would guess that was the case.”

I gave a small chuckle, “I think we are getting a few more lessons in our sexual education that Jessica and Rose didn’t cover last night. First, in most cases at least, we need to focus our attention on our partner’s pleasure not our own. Even if it had meant getting to the barn a little later than Rose and me, it probably would have been best if you had made sure Jessica was satisfied before you had stopped. The second is girls talk, and how a guy treats a girl will be told to other girls. If you make your sex partner upset then expect other girls to support her.”

“Okay smart-ass, any clue why they might be mad at you?”

“Either guilty by association, or for my comment being the cause for your actions.”

“How should we proceed?”

“Beg forgiveness on our knees?” I suggested.

“Can’t hurt to try,” Tom replied, heading out the door. I waited out of the line of sight to Rose’s door when I heard Tom start his pleading.

“That sounds pathetic,” Rose said giggling as she opened the door fully dressed, “Do you think we should forgive him?”

“Maybe, It depends on if he has figured out what he has done wrong,” my sister replied from inside the room.

“You mean, besides having the Y chromosome?” Rose continued. In a slightly louder voice she called, “Come on over Robin, we know you are hiding somewhere up here.”

I knee-walked across the upstairs common room.

“So, did you figure out what you did wrong?” Rose asked.

“I should have been a lot more sensitive than I was when I saw Jessica and Tom fucking this morning. I should probably have been quiet. If I did say anything maybe I should have asked the two of them to join us doing chores after they were done. Another better idea would have been just mentioning that I was taking off to do chores with you,” I replied.

“Instead of pulling out right after I came and leaving Jessica hanging, I should have made sure she was satisfied,” Tom admitted, trying to give the impression of a cute puppy.

“That’s ... Marginally acceptable,” Jessica said, with Rose agreeing with her.

“I think they should do something to make sure the lesson sticks,” my sister replied. Rose then whispered something into Jessica’s ear.

“The first part of your punishment is that the two of you are to be nude inside the house until time for the evening chores. Go to your room, take care of the mess in there, strip and come back to Rose’s room. Rose and I expect you to be over there within ten minutes. Grab a hand towel from the bathroom as you pass through it on your way here,” Jessica ordered.

As I started to turn around still on my knees Rose added, “While it would be amusing to watch the two of you knee walk the rest of the day, go ahead and walk normally. One final thing wear your flip-flops or house shoes if you have them. Now go.”

Jessica then started shooing Tom and me away.

Back in our room, we made up the beds, and put the dirty clothes in a hamper. We then stripped, putting the clothes we had on for less than ten minutes under our pillows, and were in place with thirty seconds to spare. Rose and Jessica were sitting nude on the edge of Rose’s bed, waiting for us. Each of them had a long ribbon coming out of their pussy.

“This part will only last until we finish cleaning up after breakfast,” Rose started as she loosely tied the end of her ribbon around Tom’s erect cock, while Jessica was doing the same to me using her ribbon. “Try not to let this ribbon drag on the ground, but also don’t tug on it. Most importantly, remember where the ends are and don’t trip on it. Also, sit on the hand towel instead of directly on a surface.”

Standing back up Rose led us downstairs to the kitchen. Grandpa who, had been sitting at the table drinking his first cup of coffee snorted on seeing us enter. As Grandpa cleaned up the mess he had made, he started laughing. Grandma had been paying attention to the eggs she was fixing, so she missed our entrance. At Grandpa’s reaction she turned around. Seeing us she raised an eyebrow as she focused on her daughter.

“Care to explain?” Grandma asked.

Grandpa immediately replied, “My guess is that they are demonstrating the most important rule about sex for non-homosexual guys. Girls can use their pussy to guide guys around by their cock.”

“That’s not exactly what we had in mind, but it works... , “ Rose agreed blushing. “Anything we can do to help finish getting things ready?”

“Two of you can set the table, while the other two get the usual from the fridge. Preferably pair off by who is on the ribbon,” Grandma replied.

Jessica and I took the milk, two types of juice (orange and grape), butter and a couple of types of preserves to the table without much difficulty. Those two simple tasks became a lot more complex with the way we were connected, although we did manage to a finish them without any disasters. Once we had finished with those tasks, Grandpa had us sit down while he finished helping grandma get the food to the table.

“While it was amusing to see the four of you walk in like that, that type of shenanigans has no place in the kitchen. While you can keep the ribbons on for now, I want for them and whatever you girls are using to hold your end in taken care of before you clear the table,” Grandma said as she sat down, handing Rose and Jessica a small dishtowel.

When she was finished eating Jessica untied me. I could not see exactly what she was did after that, but I briefly saw what appeared to be a ribbon wrapped egg before she wrapped it and the remaining ribbon in the dishtowel before handing it to Rose.

It did not take long before the breakfast nook and the kitchen were once again nearly spotless, with the dishwasher working on the dirty dishes while the pans used to fix the meal had been hand washed and were drying.

“If you want to get something to drink while we have our talk now is the time,” Grandpa said as he refilled his coffee mug once again.

Drinks in hand, the four of us teens followed Grandpa and Grandma into his office.

“Sit down and make yourselves comfortable, this will be a long story. This first part is not exactly secret, just not well known at this time,” Grandpa started.

“Although at the time it happened, it was the major local news story for several weeks,” Grandma interrupted.

“As those directly involved in the events and the immediate aftermath have died, there has been less attention being paid to that part of our town and our families’ history,” Grandpa continued.

“As the four of you know, my maiden name is Butterfield which is the same as the town. I can trace my ancestry on Dad’s side of the family up to a man called Benjamin Butterfield. Records indicate he arrived at the Massachusetts Bay Colony with his wife Ann in 1638. I have done some genealogical research, and as far as I can tell, that couple was the first of my European ancestors to arrive at what is now the United States of North America,” Grandma continued.

“I remember Mom talking about us possibly being part native American. Is that true?” Jessica asked.

“As part of my genealogical research, I have discovered evidence that both George and I are between an eighth and one thirty-second Native American,” Grandma replied.

“So, not counting Dads’ side of the family, I am between a sixteenth and a sixty-fourth Native American,” Jessica commented.

“Correct. In both George’s and my cases, I have located two of our great-grandparents who had Native American blood. In the case of all four individuals, there is a question if they were half, a quarter, or even one eighth, Native American. As a side note, each of those four individuals is known to have come from a different tribe,” Grandma continued her answer.

“Returning to the history lesson. One of Ben’s descendants, a man by the name of John Butterfield, founded the Overland Mail Company or OMC. It was awarded a contract back in 1857 from the federal government. They would be responsible for delivering US mail from Memphis, Tennessee, and St. Louis, Missouri, to San Francisco, California,” Grandpa added.

“One of the stagecoach stops was originally built near where the current Butterfield Museum is located. About three years after it started operating, that location was attacked by bandits. The crew that ran the stop were killed while they delayed the attackers. That allowed the stagecoach, which had stopped for a meal and to exchange horses, to escape. After killing the defenders, the bandits destroyed the stop. There also was an attempt to make it look like Native Americans had been responsible for the attack,” Grandma continued.

“Did the bandits succeed in their deception, even temporarily?” I asked.

“There were two former army scouts that had been on their way to that stagecoach stop to get some supplies. They hid and watched the entire bandit attack. In the week that followed, those two were able to eliminate the bandit gang,” Grandpa replied.

“Was any reason ever given for them not to have attacked the bandits from behind?” Tom asked.

“My understanding is that there were more bandits than they had shots, Most of the bandits died with a slit throat,” Grandpa replied.

“When the replacement stop was built, as a reward, one of the two men, who happened to be one of my ancestors, and was a second cousin to the founder of the OMC, was assigned that station. The other man, who is one of George’s ancestors, was allowed to start a trading post next door to the stage stop. Those two businesses mark the start of the town of Butterfield, which had about a thousand people at the time of statehood. By the way, officially, the town was named after the founder of the stagecoach line not my ancestor,” Grandma paused while taking a sip of coffee.

“They never went into that sort of detail when taking about local history at school,” Rose commented.

As an afterthought Grandma continued, “The replacement stop became the Butterfield Museum. That building is one of the few built as stops on that stagecoach line that is still being used. Inside there is an exhibit that includes that information.”

“The next part is very personal for your great-grandmothers. I would like for you to keep it a secret within the family, even though there are public records of many of the events mentioned,” Grandpa said.

After hearing our promises, Grandma continued, “In December of 1930, a group of law enforcement officers were involved in a raid of an illegal saloon about 75 kilometers northeast from here. Several of those involved in the raid had been deputized specifically for that event, including George’s Grandpa Cunningham, and my Grandpa Butterfield.”

Grandpa added, “In a minor twist, that saloon was located at the site of a former stage stop for the OMC. In fact, it was learned after the raid that the group that ran that saloon had plans to use the old stagecoach trail to aid in their escape from a raid by ‘revenuers’. The plan involved using most of those who had been deputized as reserves. The reserves were split into two groups, one staged along the trail about a kilometer on this side of the saloon and the other one along the trail about a kilometer on the other side of the saloon. Most of the individuals captured in that raid, ended up surrendering to one of those two groups...”

Grandma continued. “The agents that organized the raid were surprised to discover that alcohol was not the only thing illegal there. Accessible only through the saloon was a cathouse. Inside there were ten women being held as sex slaves, ages fifteen to twenty-five.”

Grandpa took a sip of coffee, “Two of the youngest women there became your great-grandmothers. They and six of the other women had watched their fathers sell them to the owners of the brothel in exchange for the owner paying off their father’s gambling and other debts. The two women who had been captive the longest revealed that they had gone to the brothel semi-voluntarily. In both of their cases, they had been caught having sex with married men. As punishment, their fathers gave them a choice between going to a brothel or a convent.”

Grandma then “While preparing for the trial, it was later discovered that the two women who had gone to the brothel semi-voluntarily had been set up after having been sold by their fathers. It was also discovered that had they chosen to go to a convent that there was a plan to capture them in route. Those two had been sex slaves for more than ten years. Your great-grandmothers had only been there a few weeks at the time of the raid.”

Grandpa then took his turn, “All ten of the women, even those over the age of eighteen, were temporarily placed with prominent families in town. Six of them ended up being adopted by the family that served as a temporary foster family. The other four were adopted by another family that had fostered one of the women.”

“So, who adopted my grandmothers?” Rose asked.

“Your Cunningham grandmother was initially placed with your Cunningham great-grandparents, Before the date of her adoption came up, she revealed that she and your Cunningham grandfather had fallen in love, and she no longer wanted to be adopted by them, since she wanted to marry their son. Your Butterfield grandmother likewise was initially placed with your Butterfield great-grandparents, but again revealed she would rather have them as in-law instead of parents,” Grandma replied.

“In the end, your Cunningham grandmother was adopted by your Butterfield great-grandparents and your Butterfield grandmother was adopted by your Cunningham great-grandparents. As it turned out your grandmas had become good friends while captives, and your grandpas had grown up as best friends. About five years after the adoptions, your two sets of grandparents got married in a double ceremony. The friendship between your grandmothers continues to this day.”

“So, you’re saying that you and Grandma are double first cousins?” Jessica asked, apparently not having heard this story before.

“That’s right. Legally Blanche and I are adoptive double cousins taking the two adoptions into account.”

“What happened to the creatures who sold their daughters?” I asked, trying not to let my anger show.

“They all died in jail, within about six months of the raid,” Grandpa replied.

“What happened to the other eight women?” Tom asked.

“Well, remembering what Dad had told me about them, six of the other eight women never married. The other two women had also become friends in captivity. The two families that adopted them also had sons about their ages. About a year after my parents got married, there was another dual ceremony. Joining the adoptive daughter of one family with the son of the other. The two couples lived in one house and neither couple had any kids,” Grandma answered.

“Robin, those boxes of dishes you opened on Saturday might have been intended as joint wedding gifts for those women from Blanche’s and my grandparents. I am not sure why there are only four boxes instead of six,” Grandpa added.

“I did find those two cardboard boxes that looked like they contained the remains of two sets. Could it be that your parents each got a set as a wedding gift? Possibly after a few years your grandparents might have started using a set that was combined with your parent’s set upon their death?”I speculated.

“That’s not impossible. Now that I think of it, I seem to recall Dad mentioning that two of the women rescued on the raid died before he got married to Mom,” Grandpa replied.

“George and I grew up in this house. It was laid out somewhat differently back then, with two master suites splitting the area that is now our suite and this office on the ground floor. There were five bedrooms and a small bathroom on the upper floor,” Grandma started. Laughing she continued, “Even though we had been taught to treat each other like brothers and sisters, my thoughts towards George were not exactly sisterly after I became a teenager.”

“I only realized how she felt on the day after my fourteenth birthday. That night, after everyone had gone to bed, Blanche surprised me. I had already gone to bed when I heard someone enter my room. She seduced me and we ended up having sex for the first time,” Grandpa admitted.

Grandma said, “Over the next year I would repeat that visit once or twice a week. Most of the time I would return to my room to sleep after we were done. I will admit that sometimes I went back to my room in the nude, having left my clothes on the floor of George’s room. When our parents seemed not to notice our nighttime activities, I gradually started sneaking over more often. The first time we actually slept together was about two weeks before the one-year anniversary of the first time we made love. By the time we graduated high school in 1968, for all practical purposes we had moved in together.”

“As it turns out, we both missed several clues that our parents knew about our relationship before our hippie days. When I first learned that we had not been as sneaky as we thought we were being I thought that they might have been reluctantly accepting it. Now, looking back, I would go as far as to say they likely approved of us having sex all along,” Grandpa said, continuing the family history lesson.

“About a month after George and I graduated from high school back in 1968, the two of us ‘ran away’ with some of our former classmates. We ended up in a commune about 100 kilometers away. We lived there for about forty-four months, returning to visit our parents here for up to a week every few months. On one of those visits in 1970, Dad convinced George and me to get legally married, Grandma added.

“Our first hint that our parents had known more about our relationship than they let on while we were in school came the first time we visited them after joining the commune. They had placed what we owned in one bedroom and told us that they expected us to use it. When we returned for the first of our summer visits, our keys worked, but our room had been emptied to the bare furniture. None of our parents were home, but initially we did not think that unusual. It was only when it started to get dark that Dad realized we were home since we had turned on some lights,” Grandpa continued.

“George’s dad told us to follow him over to the Butterfield place. I was surprised he seemed upset, although I would much later find out that his anger was due to him having approached his wife to suggest a before dinner quickie, when she told him to check out this house. Over dinner we learned that both sets of parents had moved into the Butterfield place shortly after our last visit. The timing was mostly a coincidence, since they had just finished remodel of the of downstairs of that house,” Grandma added.

“After desert, Blanche and I were given a tour of the ground floor of this house. The biggest change was that instead of two suites each with their own bathroom, there was now a single suite and this office. All the clothes we had left behind on our last trip to the commune, were in the new suite. The other things we had left were in this office,” Grandpa continued.

“The basement of both houses was packed with furniture that had either been in the old Cunningham place or had been replaced by a similar piece from there. The reason that house had been emptied was that it had been pushed off its foundation by a tornado, At the end of the tour, George and I were told that we got to stay here. The reason they gave was that they noticed that I had gotten even louder than I had been in high school,” Grandma explained with a faint blush.

“Well Grandma, you are still fairly loud. It’s just that with the remodel you and grandpa did while my Moms were in college, the bedrooms are a lot more soundproof than they used to be, at least according to my moms,” Jessica interjected with a smirk.

“That visit was also when our parents started working on convincing the two of us to get married. It took them three visits or about nine months before we accepted the idea and another three months before we actually saw a justice of the peace and arranged for them to perform the legal ceremony marrying the two of us,” Grandpa casually mentioned.

“George mentioned our legal marriage ceremony. One thing we did not reveal to our parents until more than a decade later, is that the two of us had considered our actual wedding date to be the day before the first morning I woke up next to him. About three months before April and May were born, we returned for good. On the second evening after we told our parents we were back home for good, they held a ‘prodigal children return’ party. The next morning our parents sat us down for a serious talk,” Grandma added.

“They wanted us to get some college education and spelled out what they would do to help out. We both eventually got bachelor’s degrees. Later, through some of our parents’ contacts, we were given an opportunity to start working at the companies we are with today,” Grandpa continued.

“During our time as hippies, we had become nudists, and swingers. Where the commune was located in the mid-1960s to mid-1970s is now a nudist resort. At the time the nudist resort was being developed, former members of the commune were given opportunity to buy shares in that project. Those shares give us a discount when we go,” Grandma commented.

“What is the name of that nudist resort again?” Jessica asked.

“Ouachita Natural Resort is the official name. Some of us that remember that place from the commune days call it ‘Camp Willybeafloppin’ after the nickname of the nudist campground in the commune. Why do you ask?” Grandma replied.

“I have been there a few times with my sex mentors, who normally refer to that place by that nickname. I only learned of its official name on my first weekend there last year. I actually own one of the cabins there,” Jessica excitedly answered.

“So, the Muellers are your mentors?” I asked my sister, remembering her talking about ‘going camping’ with the family who lived just behind our house a couple of times over the past year.

“Oops, didn’t mean to reveal that. Yes, they have been my mentors since shortly after I turned fourteen. They have become real good friends since our earlier issues,” Jessica blurted out.

“Jessica, if you feel the need to talk about those issues and don’t feel comfortable sharing them with your parents feel free to talk with me,” Grandma said. After a pause she continued, “That goes for Robin and Tom as well.”

“It was an issue similar to what Rose went through, due to lack of communication. It’s solved now, but I think I will take advantage of your offer in the future,” Jessica replied.

Almost as an afterthought Jessica continued, “I don’t know for sure, but they might not have told our parents that I am a nudist, or that I have a cabin at a nudist resort.”

“Speaking of the cabin, how did you get it?” Grandpa asked, getting back into the conversation.

“Well, when I gone to visit the Muellers in the past year it’s not just to be educated on sex by them or to have sex with my boyfriend who is their son. In fact, in about a fourth of my visits to their house, there is no sex at all. Also, when I spend the night at their house, I normally eat with then and then we often spend part of an evening watching a movie or playing games,” Jessica started explaining,

“Go on,” Grandpa prompted.

After a moment to collect her thoughts Jessica continued, “That particular night, their twins had gone somewhere, possibly a sleepover before I arrived. I had arrived there just before dinner for my own sleepover at their house. I arrived with the expectation that before the end of the night, there would be a foursome involving my boyfriend, both of his parents and me,” Jessica started.

“Shortly after dinner, the four of us started playing a game of poker, that devolved into a game of strip poker. It went fairly evenly until the last round, between Mr. Mueller and me each wearing one piece of clothing. I had the makings of a Royal flush while it turns out that Jack, I mean Mr. Mueller, had the makings of a straight flush.

“Mrs. Mueller and Sam were both nude and out of the game, just sitting at the table waiting for us to finish. On my last bet, I raised the stakes with ‘my virgin ass.’ Mr. Mueller replied with betting a cabin at the resort,” Jessica continued.

“What happened?” Tom asked.

“I ended up winning the cabin with that royal straight flush. Later on, that night, Mr. Mueller accepted my anal virginity. Before he came in my ass, I was made ‘airtight’ for the first time. I ended up giving Sam a blowjob, Mrs. Mueller used a strap-on with a dildo molded on her husband’s cock in my pussy while, Mr. Mueller’s cock still in my ass,” Jessica finished.