Chapter 171: Home Is Where...

It is really nice to finally be sleeping back in my own bed again.

Once I spooned up behind Trudy I was out like a light. She was one of my best friends and sharing my bed with her always felt like we had been sharing a bed all our lives. It didn’t make it weird that she as a girl.

If she were my sister could we ever be close enough to cuddle up, in PJs, to each other in bed like I do with Trudy and not have major sexual tensions between us? What if we were naked?

We were both still sound asleep when Chrissy started jumping on the bed telling us to get up. Mom would be putting dinner on the table in half an hour.

Chrissy had seen my hard dick earlier, but her eyes still went wide when she pulled the covers off us. She was so close to my dick that it slapped her in the face when I turned over onto my back.

Chrissy has some damn good reflexes to get the head into her mouth and give it a big, sloppy wet kiss as soon as she got a hold on it.

As she had done before, she checked my dick and balls out before backing away. I could smell her juices soaking her panties, but she moved out of the way so I could go to the bathroom. It didn’t keep her from following me.

“About earlier. I very sorry. I felt so bad about it that I had to tell your mom,” she said softly. “I didn’t tell her everything. I only told her how you were only naked with us in your room, but not in the den. I did tell her that all the girls knew they had no chance to get you to do anything with them today and probably not until they were in high school, if even then. She is beyond pissed off at me. I can’t even go hide at home because mom just left for two weeks and is somewhere where she can’t even call me to check in.”

I pulled her to me and thanked her not telling my mom I was naked with them in the den for a little while, while Trudy snuck the bed crashers out.

I’m sure mom knows I had joined the party in the den, naked, but I wasn’t going to say anything about it unless she asked me directly. She knows I would only do that because I thought it would help them somehow.

I made sure she knew how proud I was of her telling and ratting out herself, and her friends, especially before mom found out on her own. It was a good sign that she was finally maturing out of that little bratty kid next door stage and taking responsibility for her actions, regardless of the consequences.

She followed me to the toilet and reached around to aim my piss hardon and I leaned forward to keep from pissing all over the back of the toilet. When I finished, she milked out a drop of piss and then gave it two good shakes.

“So how big is it? I know it is larger than it was the last time you let me check it out,” she asked. “I wished it had stayed as big around as my finger for a little while longer. I know that would slide into me easily. I’m even big enough to do it with you if it had stayed four inches long. It is so big and fat now that it will tear me open if I try to get it inside me.” she said as we went to wash our hands. “Of the girls here today, I’m the biggest inside right now. Shaniqua told us about the deal you made her. She was telling everyone how nice you were about not telling her to go away because she was still a little girl, or something else like that. Now at least they believe me. I told them you weren’t grabby like boys we have let touch us through our clothes, under our clothes, and even inside our underwear. While you were up here alone with Shaniqua, Kelly had the rest of us wait to see if you would try to do with Shaniqua since she is almost fourteen. The rest of us knew she was too small for you to fit in her. Kelly said you would make Shaniqua do something in return because Shaniqua is black, not because you helped her get a big one. Kelly is going to have problems sitting down after she tells her parents why she has a black eye. Her parents are both white but have been on the wrong end of racism when growing up.”

Holding the limp sausage in my hand I said, “I haven’t really measured it lately. I know some rubbers at the store are about eight inches long and those are too short by at least an inch. I would guess I’m somewhere around nine inches long now. It doesn’t seem any fatter though, just longer.”

“Hopefully you will stay that way son,” dad told me as he came into the bathroom. “You can get away with more length or a bit more girth in high school, but not both. If you’re lucky then you will probably be much like your uncle in that regard. Expect maybe half an inch to an inch more in circumference by the time you graduate high school. My side of the family seems to get either length or girth. Only a few got both and let me tell you, you don’t want to have both. Even the horniest college coed will rethink her needs when she a long, fat monster heading toward her hairy pleasure pit. You and Chrissy can talk about your penis size later. Mom requested I come get Chrissy for a talk before dinner. You probably want to delay heading down, but don’t be late.”

Don’t let mom see that look of relief on your face Chrissy. That will make things worse.

I couldn’t tell her that mom always made me tell dad every detail of why I was in trouble before dinner. She never has the punishment discussion until after dinner and the kitchen meets mom’s strict cleanliness standards. Being an only child, I only had one chance to not be the one on the hot seat. That was when my cousin broke a lamp when running around swinging a baseball bat in the house. They interrogated thoroughly, after dinner, about what happened before my cousin learned their fate. At the rate Chrissy managed to clean up her own messes in the kitchen, I doubt she is going to learn her fate tonight.

It is going to be nice to see her squirming instead of me.

Trudy came in as Chrissy was walking out. As she sat on the throne, she told me how happy she was about Molly dealing with the lawyers and contractors from the insurance company. Paula helped a lot, but only did something after talking to Molly first.

“The house is beyond perfect now. With the basement, that the house was supposed to have had, we have a lot more space. We found out the reason the house had a sump pump at all was because the original builder failed to grade the lot properly. It was the main reason the plans had a last-minute modification to remove the basement. I’m only staying here because I miss sleeping over here,” Trudy told me.

We waited until we just had enough time to get to dinner without being late.

As expected, Chrissy was starting to fidget at the table as she waited to learn her punishment for breaking the rules. Mom didn’t let anyone, not even dad, off that easily. She started talking about the issue from this afternoon as she put the last things on the table. Chrissy stared to look worried. She went pale when mom “asked” me to join her in dad’s office. Even Trudy knew that wasn’t anywhere I would go on my own.

In the office dad asked, “So we have Chrissy admitting to her breaking the rules this afternoon with her friends. How about you tell us where you came in.”

I told them the truth. At least what they really wanted to hear. I explained how I brought in all my stuff from the car, less the trash. I had seen Chrissy and her friends, but since they had other things on their minds, I took my stuff to my room first. After I nudged Trudy awake, I went back down to tell Chrissy she was breaking the rules. Maybe I imagined it, but I think I heard Chrissy whimper when my parents laughed when I said the version, of the classic erotic movie, was a mouse studio remake. Neither looked happy when I said I changed it to the unrated, though it would probably rate an X or XX, classic version from the seventies. Surprisingly, they let that drop when I said that every TV in our house, including the guest room, had access to both the hardcore porn channels and porn on demand. The version they were watching would have been PG-13 if not for a few frontal nudity shots in a mostly steamed up mirror.

I’m surprised they didn’t grill me on if I had joined them naked downstairs or not. If they don’t specifically ask then I won’t have to tell them or lie.

All through dinner Chrissy was squirming and sweating her punishment as my parents kept the conversation on subjects other than what Chrissy had done.

I told them about some of my trip with Molly while we ate. My parents didn’t seem the least bit surprised when I said we spent a few days on a nudist cruise ship and at a nudist resort. Chrissy asked if all the boys and men were hard all the time from seeing naked girls and women everywhere. She lost interest when I explained that boners happen and that everyone ignores them. It is a natural thing. I did have to tell her that it wasn’t some all-ages, twenty-four hour a day orgy like they said she expected.

Uh. I have to remember that she isn’t as old as her rapidly developing body is making me think.

“Look at it this way Chrissy,” I explained. “It was no different than any other family resort around a big lake except that people didn’t wear clothes. The babies did wear diapers and potty-training toddlers were in pull-ups when they needed them. Any woman, or girl, having their period wore shorts or bikini bottoms. There are no requirements there that anyone be nude or even partially undressed. There were kids there that are just as uncomfortable about people seeing their developing bodies just as you and your friends are here. Some wore long t-shirts, shorts, bathing suits, or whatever they felt the most comfortable in. I’m pretty sure all the families there had been nudists for a long time. Molly and I did feel a bit out of place the first day, but after that I didn’t notice that I and everyone else were naked. Unlike most people there, we had gotten us a small cabin for ourselves. When we arrived, they told us that a family who reserved a big cabin couldn’t come that week. If Molly and I didn’t mind, we share it with another family. We would have our own room and bathroom for the two of us. The family would have the bunk beds, sofa bed, other bedroom, and bathroom. We didn’t mind and it let the camp free up two cabins for other families to use instead of the hotel like rooms at the resort. Molly and I joked that it was more likely that the camp didn’t want two teenagers in a cabin without adults to supervise. Either way, it seems our sharing the bigger cabin turned out to be a good thing. The next morning, we found out that the mother of the family sharing the cabin with us was over the rainbow, bars in the windows, toys in the attic, bat-shit crazy. It wasn’t even a real surprise to her husband as her sister resides at a long-term mental hospital. Molly and I agreed to watch the two younger children while their dad took their mom to be committed to the same hospital as her sister. The oldest daughter turned out to be a non-verbal autistic girl. Molly got her hooked up with the Molly Speaks app. That really helped the girls communicate where she hadn’t been able to before.”

My parents asked if I thought they would fit in at the resort. After discussing it a bit I resumed telling them about our trip. I only gave them highlights of the places Molly wanted to see because she wasn’t sure if she would remember to go see them the next time she went on a road trip.

They don’t need to know that we went to Cheyenne Mountain and a few other sensitive locations or that we slept on military bases.

Chrissy went to do the dishes while everyone else went to watch one of the movies I missed while in a coma. None of us had seen the movie yet.

Normally my mom wouldn’t let us start a movie until I finished the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. It was her way of ensuring I got the kitchen done or I would miss any of the movie that went past the set bedtime I had when in middle school. Chrissy had stayed here enough times to know that too. Chrissy had to move her butt to get the kitchen finished quickly, and correctly, or she was going to miss the start of the movie. Whenever I was in trouble, they didn’t wait on me to join them before starting the movie.

Mom was fair to her though. She gave me fifteen minutes to get finished before they started the movie. If I was in deep shit the delay was only ten minutes.

Chrissy had better hurry, she is in very deep shit.

It was very fortunate for her that I hadn’t remembered to get trinkets for everyone. Molly only remembered after she woke up. She shot me a message that a courier was arriving in five minutes with a box of stuff we both should have gotten for our friends and family during our trip. While she had gotten her family some things, what was coming to my house was better stuff, whatever that meant.

Five minutes later, on the dot, the doorbell rang. Instead of a large box, the courier had small boxes for dad, mom, Chrissy, Trudy, Annie, and Crystal. He asked if I wanted Crystal and Annie’s boxes delivered directly to them. My goggles got a message to send him to Crystal’s house with their boxes.

I don’t even know what is in them.

“Except for the cruise and nudist resort, the rest of our trip was driving between the place Molly wanted to visit. She had planned for our trip to take another week, but she needed to get back to verify everything with her new house met her requirements. It wasn’t like we could send off a postcard from the nudist resort. I don’t know when she did it, but Molly seems to have snuck off at various places to pick up gifts and have them waiting for us when we got back. I’d love to take the credit for what are in your boxes, but I can’t. Mostly I was just the driver.”

You two smirk all you want. Chrissy won’t get that for a few more years yet.

When they started opening their boxes, I saw Molly had gone a bit overboard, or at least whoever she paid to do the shopping for these items. There were shirts from Myrtle’s Island for everyone. Dad’s was a nice golf shirt with an embroidered logo from some sort of elite resort. Mom got a short-sleeve shirt made specifically to allow it to stretch around her stomach as she got bigger during her pregnancy. Trudy got a full outfit.”

“I’m not sure I want to know how Molly got everything in my exact size or how she managed to locate this very well-hidden, exclusive LGBT hangout for teens and tweens. I’ve only heard rumors about it possibly existing but haven’t found anyone who has ever been there themselves or known anyone that has,” Trudy told me.

I shrugged, pointed to the air-brushed t-shirt from Gatlinburg, that mom had just pulled form her box, and asked, “You have met Molly, right? Mom isn’t even twenty weeks along yet. Molly got her a t-shirt showing a baby boy and baby girl tubing down the Little River. That tubing spot is in the Smoky Mountains where the sign for Cade’s Cove points down Laurel Creek Road. I didn’t even know mom was pregnant with twins. No one told me yet.”

When I tried to look inside mom to see if Molly had gotten the sex right, something blocked me from seeing their sex. I only saw that there were two very healthy babies growing inside her.

I guess I don’t want to know if Molly was right.

“Me being pregnant with twins is news to us too,” mom said with a look of surprise on her face. “My OB only told me that everything was fine. I’m going to have a serious chat with her when I go in for my twenty-week ultrasound.”

When they were going through what Molly had sent them, I noticed Dad got things to put up in his home office and mom got a lot of different, and stretchy, t-shirts. Nearly everything Molly got Trudy had pictures or designs that didn’t make it blatantly obvious that she was a lesbian but didn’t do much to hide it either. Other lesbians would know though. Trudy even got a pair of real gold earrings and some gold necklaces.

Trudy was determined to get a ride share to the suites where Molly was staying to show her appreciation. I reminded her of Molly’s current condition.

“Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that,” Trudy said.

At the very bottom of Mom’s box was a package that she made us all look over to watch her open. Inside that box was a t-shirt with various indicator arrows that lit up blue for my brother and pink for my sister. She was surprised by it, but that wasn’t what she wanted us to see. Under the shirt Molly had gotten pink and blue onesies in sizes from three-months to two years. Each had indicators on them as well. According to the manual, their outfits and her shirt would light up to show when one was wet, poopy, or hungry. The twins outfits had an additional indicator showing when one twin missed the other.

I smiled as I told her, “As I asked Trudy earlier, you’ve met Molly, right? If it says it can do that, then it will. If she could figure out how to translate baby she would probably have you some gadget that did that too. Please just don’t tell her you will now have to be ready for a twin boy and girl. She will find some way to build a nursery you would never believe was even possible. When we were travelling a girl suggested that she be able to sample in phonetic sounds from mostly non-verbal autistic people. If the app got enough of the needed sounds it would use a computer in the cloud to make it so her app speaks to people using the Molly Speaks client. She is going to be making a lot on that add-on. I doubt her spending a million dollars on a nursey would make a dent in her bank account.”

Chrissy came out and asked, “Do what for who?”

Day late, dollar short Chrissy. I’m so not bringing you in on this conversation.

To distract her I tossed her the box with her stuff in it.

Molly hadn’t gone as overboard as she had with Trudy, but Chrissy would be getting bumped up the popularity ladder some more at school. One of the airbrushed shirts had a near photographic picture of us sleeping side by side on a couch. I was in my PJs and she as in a night gown. It had her thumb in her mouth with a caption saying. “My bad dream catcher” on the front. On the back it said, “The big brother I always wanted.”

Wonder why Molly didn’t have them paint on my goggles?

None of her friends, or I doubt anyone on the middle school, would need me wearing them to know exactly who was in the picture with her. It wasn’t a secret that she stayed over here when her mom had to travel for work.

Molly also got her a funny one as well.

It was a comic strip. The first frame had her in a bikini trying to look back at her butt as the bubble over her head asked, “Does this make my butt look big?”

The next panel had us both in it. There was a straight line behind her that went from her head to her feet without her tiny butt going over the line. It had me asking her “What butt?”

The third frame had her thumbs hooked in the bikini bottoms saying, “This butt!”

The final frame had her standing in front of me holding her bikini bottoms in one hand and her other hidden by a blindingly white starburst that went from below her bikini top all the way to her knees. Over my head was a bubble remaking, “I ask again, what butt?”

Underneath it was a cartoon ad saying, “Whiteout Sunglasses. Protecting eyes from blinding white butts since 2008.”