My Unconventional Life

by Lubrican

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Chapter Seven

Things really did go back to normal. Nothing was ever said about Chuck again, except when she had to go to court to testify against him. She was nervous about that, but Uncle Bob said he had the foolproof way to prepare her for her testimony, and to help her calm down after she had testified. Of course all he was talking about was fucking her socks off each time.

I think Uncle Bob had a little con man in him too.

But whether she recognized that or not, she happily let him work his plan on her. The only thing she said about it was one time when I overheard her talking to Uncle Bob and she said, "Him glaring at me in court never bothered me, because I knew I was going to come home and get to lie under you and get a couple of orgasms. It actually made me want to smile at him."

Mom became a nudist again too. And Shannon tried having Brinn squirt on her belly. He missed and got it on her pussy, which was fine, because that's where she wanted to rub too, just like me. Brinn and I watched her fingerfuck herself with spermy fingers, at which point I finally thought of consequences and said, "Maybe it's not a good idea to get his spermy things inside you." She stopped and her eyes got wide and she said, "Shit!"

So I crawled over Brinn and got between her legs and said, "Don't worry. I'll help you."

Have you ever tried to lick the sperm off a body? It's not as easy as it sounds. Sucking at her pussy lips got me enough to swallow, but other than that all it seemed like I was doing was just licking her body. It wasn't even very sexy, because I was trying not to miss any part. And that's a lot of area to cover with just a tongue. Finally I got up and went and got a washcloth.

We only had him squirt on us every so often after that. I had to be in just the right mood to want that. Besides, summer came, and with it the impending arrival of our seventeenth birthday.

It was also the impending arrival of something else - having Uncle Bob spread sun block all over my body. I especially loved that, and it was one of my favorite parts of summer. And this year was no different. Except the first time it was warm enough to lay out, I had to go find him and tell him it was time for him to put sun block on me. He arched one eyebrow, but came with me.

He did it just like he had always done it. He started on my back first, and moved those big hands all over. He tickled my rose bud with a fingertip, and I wiggled and sighed. Then he had me turn over.

"How much do you want?" he asked.

"I want it all," I sighed, with my eyes closed.

The next thing I felt were his lips, clamped around my left nipple.

It was completely different than when either Brinn or Shannon did it. I think that's what shocked me the most. I can't describe it, but I think that's because quite suddenly all I could think about was having an orgasm, as quickly as possible. And he slid a hand to my groin, where my legs had already sprung wide open, and slid a finger up into me, crooking it in that special way he had. I had no idea he was searching for a g-spot. All I knew was that with his finger in me like that my clitty sang an aria instead of a pop song. The combination got me off within thirty seconds. It was astonishing.

I heard screaming again, but this time I realized it was me, and I just didn't care. What he was doing felt so good I was willing to get yelled at, if that happened.

But nobody came running to see who was being murdered, and he eventually stopped doing that, and finished covering my body with sun block. When he was done with that, he slid one fingertip back onto my clit and asked, "You want one more?"

I let my head roll back and forth. I felt perfect, lying there all splayed out, with the warm sun on me. I didn't want to move.

"Later," I panted, lightly.

"You sure have grown up," he said, looking down at me. He had an erection.

I don't know why, unless it was just idle curiosity - to compare it to Brinn's - but I reached up and grasped his boner, squeezing it just like I would Brinn's. He sucked in air and his eyes got all big. I squeezed it several times, but I was in the wrong position, relative to him, to jack on it. So finally I let it go, and dropped my hand back to lie beside me.

"Thanks," I said, thinking about that orgasm.

"Any time," he replied.

I have no idea what he was referring to.

I am quite certain that when Uncle Bob sucked my nipples that first time, out by the pool, that my feet were put on the path that would lead to my defloration. You might think that's an odd thing to say. I mean there was all that other stuff that awakened me sexually.

But, other than that one time with Brinn, when I wanted to feel his penis in me, I did not think in terms of "I wonder when some guy will fuck me, and I wonder what it will be like." I just didn't think about it. It was still something that happened to other women, like my mom, for instance. And yes, it would happen to me some day. I just didn't worry about when that would be.

And I think that's why I didn't think about the potential consequences of various acts that seemed quite normal to me.

Like sitting on Uncle Bob's lap.

I had done it hundreds of times ... right?

And that night a week or so later was just one more of those times.

Of course, there's a big difference between an 65 pound eleven-year-old girl climbing on a man's lap, and a 110 pound sixteen-year-old doing the same thing. Especially when that sixteen-year-old's body is ready for sex, even if her mind isn't quite that far along yet. The subconscious mind can recognize potential, even when the conscious mind is thinking about something else. And I'm pretty sure my subconscious mind was at work, because when I walked into the room and looked at Uncle Bob, I remembered him sucking my nipples and wondered if I could get away with him doing that while we watched TV. I didn't plan on more than that ... just a little nipple love and maybe a clitty rub to go along with it.

And the way to work up to that was to sit on his lap for a while ... right?

So I went over and stood in front of him and said, "I want to sit on your lap."

He stared at my chest, which was pretty normal for him at this point in time. I was actually proud of my breasts these days. A lot of girls aren't, but Brinn had told me how beautiful they were enough times that I believed it. Then his eyes dropped to my shaved pussy before looking back up at me.

"Climb on," he said. He reached for the lever that let the footrest of the recliner down. He kept his hand on it, probably in anticipation of lying back, once I was in place. That would distribute my 110 pounds a lot more comfortably, after all, and lying on him was even better than sitting on him.

Or it had been in the past.

By the time I moved to actually sit on him ... he had an erection. I liked that, just like I had always liked it when he complimented me that way. And it's possible that the reason I sat down on him the way I did, was because when he had an erection, his balls were exposed, and I didn't want to sit on them and hurt him.

So I sat down "high," meaning I sat on his stomach and slid down. The idea was to catch that unruly penis and make it lie down under me. That would cover his balls, and when his erection finally went away, (assuming he didn't play with me, which would sustain that erection forever,) it would just lie there, still covering his balls and I could rub all over it, which was great fun to do.

Except something went wrong. My subconscious mind had been at work looking at potential. It had to be, because my pussy was as wet as it had ever been. And because of that, when I miscalculated, and the tip of his penis dug between my wet pussy lips, instead of pushing it flat ... I just slid right onto it. I mean I stuck it up inside me. I mean I got my pussy stuffed with my very first male sex organ.

I mean I fucked myself.

He groaned. I groaned. His hand, still on the handle, pulled reflexively and we both went back until I was lying on top of him with his boner stuck up inside me and the only thing I could do was either lie there, or try to sit up. I did try to sit up and my internal muscles clamped down on his penis like they were trying to strangle it. I had already felt stuffed. There was no pain, really, but I had felt like something large had been pushed inside my body. Duh. But when I tried to sit up, I felt over full, so I lay back down.

"Kylie!" croaked Uncle Bob.

"Shhhh," I said, instinctively. My subconscious was pretty sure if we talked about this, it would end very soon, so it told my conscious mind to discourage talking. My conscious mind listened with one ear, but it was also distracted by all the new feelings that were flooding my body. I had wondered, idly, what it would feel like to have Brinn's penis in me. It wasn't Brinn's, but I no longer had to wonder.

It was good!

Of course I had no idea what to do now. But, since it felt good, I decided doing nothing was probably a good start.

"Honey," said Uncle Bob again.

"Shush!" I said firmly.

It occurred to me that it would feel really good right now if somebody played with my nipples, so I reached for his hands and brought them to my breasts.

"What are you doing?" asked a voice right next to me. I looked up and saw Shannon, staring down at us.

I realized my legs were closed, and that that must make me look stiff and uncomfortable. But if I spread my legs, she'd be able to see what was going on. I decided to try to bluff my way out of things.

"Nothing," I panted.

"Why are you all red? Did you get sunburned today?"

"I'm not all red," I breathed.

"You look like you're on fire!" she argued.

"Go away," I said.

"Kylie!" yelled Uncle Bob.

His hands were just lying on my breasts. That wasn't the idea. I tried to make his fingers play with my nipples.

"Kylie! Get off!" growled Uncle Bob.

"I don't want to," I whined.

He had been moving. It was kind of spastic moving, with no discernible purpose, but now he went still. His hands gripped my breasts, but still didn't move around. I think I saw that as a good sign.

"I like this," I whispered.

"What are you doing?" demanded Shannon. Her triplet's intuition sensed that something was going on, and just like always, she thought she had to be fully involved. "Mom!" she shouted. "They're doing something!" It was like she was nine again.

"Go away!" I shouted.

Uncle Bob's hands left my breasts, and the right one gripped the front of the arm rest. The left one went to the lever and, with a convulsive lurch, he sat us up. If anything, that caused him to dig even deeper into me. This sound came out of my throat that I'd never heard before and I squeezed muscles I'd never even known I had before.

"You have to get off, Kylie," said Uncle Bob's voice in my ear. It made me shiver.

"I don't want to," I said, turning my head.

"I know, sweetheart," he said, his hands coming to my waist. "But you need to."

Mom came in. She was wiping her hands on a dish towel and had white spots of flour spotting her naked front.

"What's the matter?" she asked, looking from Shannon to us.

"They're acting weird," said Shannon, in full tattle mode now.

"What?" Mom stared at the nine-year-old in the room curiously. Apparently Shannon was acting stranger than Uncle Bob and I were.

"We had a little accident," said Uncle Bob. He was always one for honesty, bless his pea-picking heart.

"What?" asked Mom, now turning her gaze on us.

"She sat down on my lap and we had a little accident," he said.

"What?!" asked Mom. She actually thought I peed on him. I swear. That's what she thought.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed. I had to spread my legs so my feet would hit the floor on either side of his knees, and there, right in front of my mother's eyes, were my flushed, wet pussy lips, being split apart by his big old Uncle Bob boner.

"You had an accident?" scoffed my mother.

"Really!" he insisted, as he kept pushing and I had to stand up. There was a wet sucking sound as my pussy pulled off of his penis.

"What the hell?" gasped Shannon, who finally understood what was happening. She was to the side of us, and couldn't see things nearly as well as Mom, but she could see that erection straining forward in an unusual position as I stood up, and she could see it flop back into its "normal" pointing up position when I actually stood. And it was wet and shiny. It probably didn't help that I unconsciously rubbed at my pussy lips once I got all the way off of him.

"It's true, Mommy," I said, reverting to somewhere in the neighborhood of nine myself. I knew I was in trouble and I was trying to wheedle my way out of it. "I just sat down on his lap and something happened."

"Something," she repeated, her eyes flipping back and forth between us.

In the end, I think it was the look of shock that was still on both our faces that convinced her it hadn't actually been planned. That and the fact that nobody chooses to lose her virginity in that way. I mean what man and girl would decide to do that in front of the TV, with three other people in the house, expected to show up any minute?

"Are you okay?" asked Mom, finally, looking at me.

She didn't sound furious, which relieved the scared little girl in me. Once she wasn't scared any more, she was very relieved. Her tongue wouldn't behave, though.

"I've never been better in my life," she said.

Please don't yell at me. I know I'm not supposed to change voice like that in the middle of things, and speak of myself in third person. But it was kind of like I was in third person. I mean my mind was there, but it was like I was outside my body, watching this little drama take place.

Shannon had been thinking very rapidly, and she had grown up some. To about thirteen.

"Not fair!" she squealed. "She always does everything first! It's not fair! I'm the oldest. It was supposed to be me!"

Mom looked at her and actually stamped her foot. "Shannon! Go to your room!"

"It's not fair, Mom!" she said, jumping all the way to almost seventeen. Now she was talking about being sent to her room.

"Shannon," said Mom, her voice suddenly weary. "Please go to your room. I need to talk to Kylie and Bob in private."

Shannon opened her mouth to say something, but apparently thought better of it, because she finally closed it. She glared at me, but then turned and left. She had her hair in a ponytail that day, and it flounced as she stomped out of the room. She called, "Brinn?" as loud as she could, and I knew that within minutes, everybody in the family would know what had happened.

I realized my hand was between my legs and jerked it free.

"It really was an accident, Mom," I said, quietly. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"I know," she said, sounding defeated. "But the point is that it did happen."

Uncle Bob was being very quiet.

"It's no big deal," I tried.

"Oh really?" asked my mom, acid in her voice. "Is that because you've done it so much that it's just routine now?"

"No!" I yelped. "This was the first time!"

Maybe it was my choice of words. Maybe "first time" made something click in her mind. She couldn't remember her first time. And even if she could, she wouldn't want to. But this first time wasn't like that. And maybe the complicated formula that had led to her girls being exposed to sexual things, for the purpose of giving them the tools to avoid what had happened to her had ... worked? I'm sure she'd never been sure she was doing the right thing. And I know she doubted herself on that and other decisions she had made.

But the unalterable fact was that one of her daughters had been through her first time - at least technically - and it hadn't been a horrible situation.

Still, there was that lingering doubt that seemed to have plagued her all these years.

"Really?" she asked. "This was the first time it happened?"

"Of course," said Uncle Bob, finally breaking his silence. "It wasn't supposed to happen."

"And you're okay?" she asked, peering at me. She frowned and then held up her hand. "What I mean is that you weren't hurt ... or scared."

That brash, relieved little girl was gone, thank goodness. I thought about how I should answer her.

"It was weird," I said. "I wasn't expecting it, and it happened so fast. I was trying to move his penis so I wouldn't sit on his balls and -" I was interrupted by my mother's finger against my lips.

"I don't need the play by play," she said softly. "I just need to know that you're not unhappy."

"I'm not unhappy," I said, automatically.

She looked at Bob.

"What about you?"

He stood up before answering. He faced her, very close, but didn't touch her.

"I'm more worried about you than I am either of us," he said.

She got a funny look on her face. "Really?" she said, her voice high.

"I know she's okay," he said. "It was pretty obvious she wasn't all torn up about it. I think Shannon could tell too. I think that's why she yelled for you."

Mom looked down at his penis, which was no longer erect. Imagine that.

"So you still need me?"

"Desperately," he said. "I'll always need you."

"You don't look like you need me," she said, staring down at his flaccid organ.

"Don't pout," he said. "She felt good, but you know what you do to me."

Her gaze snapped back up to his face and she showed her teeth in a snarl.

"Come with me," she said. "I know how to take your mind off the girls."

You have no idea how relieved I felt when she dragged him off to their bedroom.

For lack of anything else to do, I wandered to the bedroom.

Brinn and Shannon were there waiting for me. They both looked grim.

"It was an accident!" I snapped, in no mood to argue with them.

"Explain that," said Shannon.

I looked at her.

"Will you listen?"

"Will you tell the truth?" she countered.

"Of course!" I snapped. "I've never hidden anything from you guys."

So I told them what had happened. In detail. Some of it was fuzzy, for some reason. I mean it had just happened, but it still seemed fuzzy. I just said that, and I guess they believed me.

"Lie down!" Shannon ordered.

I did and she spread my legs and crawled between them to peer at my sex. It should say how familiar we were with each other's bodies when I say it didn't bother me at all to be inspected this way.

"It doesn't look any different," muttered my sister.

"It felt different," I muttered back.

"I want to try it," said Brinn. What else would he say? He'd been saying he wanted to put it in both of us for almost ever. "Please, Kylie? You said you wanted him to be the first, and now his has been in you. Let me put mine in you. I know that's not what you meant when you said that, but it's true. Please? Just for a second? Just to see what it's like?"

Maybe I was still in shock. Or maybe the relief I felt that Mom wasn't furious with me had something to do with it. I just looked at him and said, "What the heck. Why not."

I hadn't realized he was already hard. Apparently when Shannon told him what had happened, his body got excited at the thought of it. In any case, he was ready. And, thankfully, there was enough residual lubrication in my pussy that when he jumped on me, like a lion on a lamb, and just happened to hit the spot on his very first try, he slid into me like a hot knife into warm butter.

Again, there was no pain. There was surprise, because it had happened so fast, but then his pubic bone kissed mine, and my clitty jumped up and said, "Hello! I like this!" He was still a little smaller than Uncle Bob, and while it's probably ridiculous to believe that Uncle Bob's very short session with me had "opened me up," he still fit my sheath a little better. Plus he went in deeper, since my butt wasn't in the way in this situation, like it was in the recliner.

My knees slammed into his hips reflexively, but my clit pulled some kind of string that led to my hips, which lurched up into him as he tried to push his adolescent penis completely through my body.

"Wow!" he gasped, freezing. "You're so hot!" He sounded surprised.

My knees fell back to the bed, and my hands came to where they had slapped his hips. I'm quite sure it was completely unconscious, but my fingertips urged him to move sideways. When he did, my clitty screamed at me again and said, "I really like this!"

"What does it feel like?" asked Shannon, hovering near my head.

"Wait your turn!" I gasped. I honestly think all I was trying to do was get her distracting voice to stop. I wasn't actually suggesting that she should allow Brinn to fuck her. But that's not what she heard.

"Well hurry up, then," she said.

I'm going to go out on a limb here, and make a statement. I'm quite sure my sister will argue with me, but I believe what I'm going to say with all my heart. My sister has always tried to lord it over Brinn and me, by saying she was born first, and that she was the eldest, and that her vote should count for more. Always. She's still that way, and she's in her thirties! She's always thought of herself as the leader of the pack.

But the truth is that she's been a nervous Nellie when it came to actually leading us into something, and doing something first. On the other hand, once she saw me do something, she'd hop on the bandwagon with both feet and yell, "Full speed ahead!" It was that way when Uncle Bob rubbed the first sun block onto my developing bump, and it's been that way ever since. Once Brinn (and Uncle Bob) had his penis in me, it was just fait accompli that both of them would lie on top of her and rut like animals. She would embrace them with open arms. She's always been that way. The thought of having a baby scared her to death, right up until the moment I announced I was pregnant. After that, she wore the men out trying to catch up with me.

So you see why I wasn't at all surprised when she tried to hurry me along in my first real, almost romantic, actual lovemaking session.

At least it turned into that. It hadn't started that way. And in the beginning it wasn't romantic at all. Being attacked by a ravening animal isn't your average girl's idea of a good date.

But after he froze, in wonder at how it felt, and once my fingertips got him moving, his complete lack of knowledge was quite helpful. I say that because he didn't already have a plan in mind of what to do, and how to move. Which meant I got to direct him. Which meant it was good for me. Which meant I made sounds that were good for him. Which meant that we both had a really good time, right up to the point where he stared into my eyes and said, "I love you so much, Kylie," and pumped my no longer virgin pussy plumb full of his teenage spunk.

"Don't squirt in her!" yelped Shannon, who was the only person in the room who was using her whole brain.

I thought, somewhat languidly, I admit, about the danger of all those warm, yummy sperms now swimming around in my uterus, but there's some chemical the brain puts out that tells your brain, "Don't worry about that. Everything will be just fine." I know it does that, because that's exactly what I thought.

Now, some of you might be thinking "But wasn't she on the pill?" Yes, I was, but by then it was just a pill I usually took every day, and had been taking most days for more than a year, and nothing had ever happened because I took it, and nothing had ever happened because I forgot to take it and flushed it down the toilet. After a while you don't think about something like that. Do you actually ever think about brushing your teeth? No. You just do it when you remember to do it, and you don't give it more than a fleeting thought when you forget.

"Now you won't be any good to me at all!" complained Shannon, thinking about things in a completely different vein.

But Brinn, having been through something he'd just ached to experience for so long, hadn't had nearly enough to satisfy him, even if all I wanted to do was lie there and love feeling all that warm stuff inside me. I hadn't even had an orgasm, but I didn't care. What I had just shared with my brother was beautiful, orgasm or not.

Anyway, when he pulled out of me, his penis looking like it was streaked with white paint, and jumped on Shannon just like he had jumped on me, she squealed. This time it was the lubrication still on his penis that saved the day, because while Shannon had a high level of interest in the festivities, she was still nervous and scared and all that, which meant her own lubrication hadn't arrived yet.

This is an example of how tuned in triplets are to each other. Brinn had crammed his penis into me in one, frantic lunge. That hadn't bothered me. I was never scared. I was surprised, but never scared, and I adapted almost instantly. But with Shannon, everything was different. He pushed her down, like he had jumped on me, and he got his penis at her portal almost instantly, just as he'd gotten lucky in finding my opening. But as his penis split her pussy lips, he slowed down. He actually eased into her. His face was right over hers, and I think they were staring into each other's eyes. I imagine Shannon's were wide and scared, but his were ... just Brinn's.

And he didn't just ram her full, like he had me. Instead, he used that little lubrication to best advantage as he slowly slid into her. She didn't wince, though she did hold her breath. And then he bottomed out, and I suspect her clitty reacted the same way mine had, and she let her breath out.

"I love you too," Brinn whispered, his lips brushing hers.

"Oh Brinn," she sobbed. "Fuck me!"

Shannon has always been a slut. Did I mention that?

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