Chapter 2: (1982) – Hugh

My Cousin Eve has been my best friend forever, she’s mom’s youngest sister’s oldest daughter– Claire’s older sister. I talked to Eve about my discovery– that my parents enjoyed kinky sex together– mere hours after I initially made it. We talked about what it was that I saw ... both the explicit overstimulation of mom’s body resulting in what I thought were multiple orgasms ... and the implicit deep level of trust and complete understanding that allowed such a scene to take place.

We talked about how, for so many ... too many ... life after thirty was more and more monotony. But at thirty-six and thirty-eight my parents were screwing one another like they were still sixteen and eighteen.

“We should all be so lucky,” Eve had said.

So, I crept out of the master bathroom, through the laundry room, dining area, up the stairs, and into my room. Before undressing, laying back ... naked ... in my bed ... and yes ... absolutely yes ... masturbating to what I had just witnessed ... I imagined myself wearing leather dog collars and being bound naked to my parent’s bed.

A big, cold, silver metal, butt-plug with a fake gem was lubricated with Icy Hot and pushed inside my asshole. My back was being flogged ... my buttocks were being caned ... I was two shades of red and then three or four as my pussy and thighs were being cropped.

Then ... unable to scream ... barely able to move ... I was fingered and roughly fucked by a big hard penis slathered with Methyl Salicylate cream.

But it wasn’t my father who was fucking me. It was George fucking me really hard while both of our parents watched the show with approving grins.

So, I’ve wanted to belong to my big brother George since before I consciously knew that our parents enjoyed playing kinky sex games together. And I’ve discussed this with my “first” best friend and confidant since I realized that I felt that way. And she helped me see that this was both a normative feeling, and an actionable goal.

Eva is not only my cousin. Last year, at sixteen years of age, she became the youth minister at my church– the one her father runs. So she is well aware of, and was always happy to point out, that brothers and sisters– and half-sisters, and cousins– being “together” was pretty much the norm back when the bible was written.

Eve was aware of other brothers and sisters who were “doing it.” Sisters and sisters too, which was “obviously” something that happened a lot in those biblical families with one father, multiple mothers, and oodles of children.

She wouldn’t talk about people who confided in her like I had. But she pointed out the obvious clues in people that we all knew. Like how my “second” best friend, our mutual cousin, Jamie...

How her older brother, Hugh, and sister, Monica, were “obviously” a couple.

Hugh was nineteen, and at the end of the summer, seventeen-year-old Monica sort of lost it when he went away to college.

Hugh is mom’s oldest sister’s oldest son. And he had been chosen by his mother and grandfather– two bigshots in North Fork Town– to run the family farm in the future. His father had been seriously wounded fighting in South East Asia, so Hugh had picked up the load and had always been a responsible adult ... even well before he was an actual adult.

Hugh had run the house, Monica had helped, and fifteen-year-old Jamie basically stayed out of the way– usually three doors down at our house. Monica couldn’t juggle school, a social life, dealing with her invalid father, and running the house. A couple months after he had left, Hugh returned and took Monica back to Stillwater with him.