The Children's Table Prologue
Copyright© 2022 by Writer Mick
Prologue
Erotica Sex Story: Prologue - We all know what the “Children’s Table” is, right? At family get togethers, the adults sit together at one table and the children sit at another. The kids at the table grow up and together. They find that the holidays were really a cause for celebrations. My sister liked to have her butt and tits touched. How did I know? Well that, my friends, is how our story starts. More tags to be added as the story grows
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Fiction
We all know what the “Children’s Table” is, right? At family get togethers, the adults sit together at one table and the children sit at another. The children’s table is usually a cheap card table when the kids are younger and gets larger as the kids do.
In our case the adults are my mom, Joyce, and my dad, James, and my mom’s brother, Paul, and his wife Sarah. My name is Mick and I’m 17, almost 18 years old. My sister is Deb and she just turned 16. Uncle Paul and Aunt Sarah have the twins, Robert, and Roberta, we called them Bob and Bobbi. They are both almost 17.
We kids were friends and as soon as we understood how email worked, we remained in touch. Since my uncle and his family lived on the other side of the country in Charleston, SC, while we lived in Boise, ID, we only saw them on the major holidays. Sometimes we met at our house and sometimes at theirs depending on the cost of travel arrangements.
When we got together, talk at our children’s table was pretty predictable. The boys talked about boy things and the girls about girl stuff. As we got older the conversation changed to the opposite sex and dating and sex. Both of our families were pretty open, and we seldom wore clothes around the house or in our back yards. My mom and dad were never shy about walking around naked and so Deb and I grew to be the same.
Deb and I used to take baths together when we were very young until one day Deb pointed to my penis and told my mom, “I want one of those so I can play with it like Mick does.” That was the end of mutual bath time, but the fire had been lit. When I started popping uncontrolled boners, I began to wear shorts more often until I got myself under control and didn’t react to a naked sister or mother.
When Deb developed pubes, she began wearing panties or thongs, until she felt comfortable with her furry new look. She and mom also wore panties or thongs during their periods The first time I saw my dad flustered was when I asked him why they were wearing underwear all the time and he tried to explain periods; mom stepped in.
I had learned over the years, from listening to my dad, how to admire the body of a female. Dad was always talking about how pretty or cute or sexy my mom was. He’d say, “Son I’m the luckiest man in the world to have married a woman like your mom. Look at that butt.” He was always handling her butt. He never called it ‘her ass’, it was always ‘her butt’.