Only Turkeys Get Dressed: Part 4
mc; drug; mg; mdom; tf; inc
Once again, I woke up before the girls. Two things were quite obvious. First, I had not kept my promise. Cousin Whitney and I had rolled apart during the night. Not that I expected to be her human butt plug. However, it was a wonderful way to fall asleep. Second, whatever we did together left me groggy, even after a long sleep.
I stumbled to the bathroom and attempted to relieve myself from the normal standing posture. I experienced issues that I had mastered long before now. I mean I've pissed every morning in the bowl since I was potty-trained.
This morning my body wouldn't cooperate. It wasn't a matter of flow, but of direction. My addled brain couldn't figure out how to compensate and retarget the stream.
I decided a quick shower would help. My cock received special treatment since I knew it had gone where it had never gone before.
When I finished and shut off the water, I heard a voice.
"Don't mind me." It wasn't from a preteen mouth.
I should have stayed put, but my brain ordered me to leave the safety of the shower to discover the source. There seated on the throne sat Aunt Sarah.
"Good morning, Chris," she said in a very pleasant voice as her pee started to flow.
"Ah, hi." I stood frozen, admiring her posed in that position. I had never contemplated meeting a topless woman in a bathroom.
She tore a sheet off the roll and daubed her pussy. Then she reached down and rose while re-donning her florescent green panties.
I felt I had died and gone to heaven. Or perhaps this kind of experience condemns me to that other realm. In either case, my aunt was an absolute goddess.
We stood eyeing each other silently for a few seconds. I broke the pause by saying, "You don't need to wear those."
"I don't need these anymore," she said in the familiar monotone. She hooked the thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down her bare legs. "That's better," she said as she tossed them into the waste basket.
I wanted to say I didn't mean it. But how could I with the most beautiful, perfect pussy staring me in the groin. I was caught off guard by one thing. Aunt Sarah had less hair down there than her daughter.
"See you later," she said as she left the room.
I splashed cold water in my face. This morning started like Alice through the looking glass. But I determined one fact. Even overnight, the suggestions still worked.
I wandered down the stairs, surprised I didn't fall down them instead, and found my mom in the kitchen working on the turkey. "Good morning, dear. Sleep well?"
"Sort of."
"I'm just about ready to put the bird in the oven. Be a dear and carry it over for me."
"Sure, Mom." I carried the pan with the largest turkey I ever saw over to the oven while Mom tended the oven door.
"I'm glad we prepared so much yesterday. Now it's just put things on and take them out, just like clockwork. I can even catch a morning nap. And I know everything will be perfect for dinner at two.
She turned away, revealing her attire that had been shielded from my view. All she wore was a blue thong, not a nightshirt or pajamas or even her pants. No, it was definitely a thong and it had crept into her ass crack, exposing almost everything.
"Mom, you shouldn't wear a thong."
"Not wear a thong." Just like her sister, she pulled off the offending garment. "That's better. Thank you for the advice. See you later, dear."
She untied the apron and folded it up, leaving it on the counter. Then she exited the kitchen, totally naked.
A thought stuck me. Right now the turkey was dressed, but not a single person in the house was.
Upstairs I found the girls sitting on the bed, talking. When I entered, their conversation stopped. "Don't quit on my account."
"We were…talking about girl things," said Betsy.
"I won't be embarrassed," I said boldly, ignorant about such things.
"All right, but you can't say anything to Mom."
"I won't unless you are going to harm yourself or each other." I left it vague on purpose.
"Deal," they said together.
The two girls glanced at each other, seeing if the other would talk first. Whitney finally said, "My butt hurts."
"Like last night?"
"Not really. Now it itches something crazy. It's not pain. I think it's like the muscles are confused.
"They probably are," I said. "You never did anything like that before. Want me to examine you?"
"Sure, Chris."
Whitney turned over and arched her ass upward. I gently separated the cheeks and looked at the region. They looked a lot like they did when we started the previous night.
"I think you'll survive. You might want to rest them today."
"Thanks," my cousin said as she rolled back over.
"What else?" I asked.
"My nipples are all tingly," said Betsy.
"Mine, too," added Whitney.
"Could it be from all the gloss you put on?"
"Maybe," said my sister. "But I swear they're bigger than they were."
"Mine, too," added Whitney.
I always thought people grew slowly, almost nonperceivable by themselves. But because I had thoroughly studied the girls for a day, they did look…different.
"And my pussy lips," added Whitney.
"And my button," added Betsy.
I shrugged my shoulders. "As long as you feel all right, I don't think we need to say anything."
With that settled, I told them about my morning escapades with the women of the house. I also apologized for pulling out of my cousin. Whitney gave me a kiss to show her acceptance.
Not feeling like fooling around, we opened the albums I appropriated from the attic. These looked similar except for the large N on one cover and S on the other.
Opening them together, the first page of N featured a baby prone on a white furry rug, totally in the buff. On the same page, S had not only a similar baby, but also another child, probably a girl judging by her long hair, also naked.
As we turned the pages, the N album always featured a single child while S oscillated between one and two children. The one consistent thing was the lack of clothes. The subjects might not always be naked, but they usually had at least something exposed.
"I've never seen these pictures before," said Whitney. "The other albums were more family friendly."
"Who do you think are in them?" asked Betsy.
"I think it's Aunt Norah in the N album, and both sisters in the other.
"That makes sense," I said.
The N album ran out of pictures when Mom looked to be ten. All of her pictures featured her smiling for the photographer. Unlike the S where Aunt Sarah, when pictured on her own, displayed different moods. When the two posed together, one could see how the younger girl admired her older sister.
One picture from the S album caused me to stop. In it Aunt Sarah was rubbing the very pregnant belly of her naked sister. "That's me," I said almost crying. The girls knew I was right.
Toward the end of the S album, I saw a portrait of the family. Grandpa Chris sat with Granny behind him, and the daughters standing on either side. On his lap sat a boy about two. I say that because of the tiny cock in plain view.
"Another of you," said Betsy. "I'm jealous."
"Don't be. I can't remember any of this." Staring at it, I found it funny that Mom wasn't holding me. Well, I guess that grandparents have rights too.
Closing the albums, Whitney asked, "Has your mom ever mentioned nudity?"
"No," Betsy said. "Mom walks around kind of lax once in a while, but we're always in clothes."
"I wonder if …" I started. Something was smelling like fish and it wasn't just pussies.
At two o'clock, we headed for the dining room. The sisters had set it with Granny's best china and real silverware. Each person had two glasses, a regular one for lemonade and another, a piece of stemware, filled with what looked like wine. Mine contained as much as the adults while the girls had only half as much.
Aunt Sarah brought in the turkey still uncut. Placing it at the head of the table, she said, "This is our first Thanksgiving together, just the five of us. For years we had Daddy to carve the bird. Today, that task will fall to Chris as the man of the family." She motioned for me to join her.
"I don't know anything about carving," I admitted.
"I'll teach you," she said. "What are older aunts for?"
She put the carving knife handle in my right palm and the carving fork in the other. "Remember these steps. They work, especially if the bird is juicy. Place the fork to hold the bird. Then touch it where you want the cut with your knife. The first strokes should be gentle, but the subsequent ones gain strength. Use a simple back and forth motion full on until it comes off. Then repeat for the next."
She held my hand as I made my first attempt. "That little skin can be tricky. But once you break through, the rest is smooth sailing."
I cut off twice as much breast meat as we would eat. Aunt Sarah took care of the other parts.
When I finished and sat down, Mom stood up, holding her glass high. "This week has been very unique to say the least. But we're gathered together like we're one big family. I think we've lived all right together, learned about each other and found out about love. I hope these lessons continue with us together forever." She lifted her glass with us following her example. When she drank, so did we.
"One more thing," she said. "This will be a surprise for you kids. I thought about this a long time. I put down a deposit on a farm out of town, the perfect place to raise little ones. And I can set up my business out of this house."
Glancing around the table, I saw joy on the faces of my cousin and my sister along with jubilation from my aunt. I nodded my approval.
"Now that my secret is out of the bag, dig in."
I've never seen a picture of the Pilgrims and Indians all feasting naked. But the Pike family did. The five of us made a decent dent in the food Mom and Aunt Sarah prepared. And there would be leftovers for a week.
After cleaning up, we headed upstairs for relaxation time. I assumed Aunt Sarah wanted us well rested for more home movies.
The girls and I collapsed on Whitney's bed, too full from dinner to fool around. I wasn't tired, but no activity sounded good, not even watching a porn movie.
It gave me time to think. That's a bad situation. Thinking usually gets me into trouble.
Were finding the photo albums and the movie Aunt Sarah showed connected? What about Mom and Aunt Sarah running around nude? Or cooking nude? Was the farm part of the plan all along? Were the girls in on a conspiracy? Did I really lose my virginity to my cousin? Was it just a dream?
"Ahhhh," groaned Whitney. "I don't feel so good."
"Like last night?" I asked. My mind thought about the yellow pill.
"No. It's my…my pussy. It's burning."
"Mine feels funny, two," said Betsy.
"Is it time for our moms?"
"Yes," they said in unison.
I raced to the other bedroom where the sisters were talking.
"Come quick," I yelled. "The girls need you."
Aunt Sarah followed me with Mom hanging back. We found the girls holding themselves in pain. "Let me look," said Aunt Sarah to her daughter.
Whitney's whole pussy area appeared bright red.
Aunt Sarah glanced around the room and spied the tin boxes.
"Did they eat any of those?" she asked.
"I'm sorry," I said. She took that for a yes.
"Wait here," she said and raced out of the room again. Moments later, she returned with a squeeze bottle.
"This will help with the redness." She put some on the two girls and told them to rub it in. Once they were calmer, Aunt Sarah turned to me. "Did you give the girls both red and green pills?"
"Yes."
Aunt Sarah became lost in thought. "Is anything wrong?" I asked.
"It's been fifteen years since I saw that combination. I'm just trying to remember the solution."
After a few seconds, Aunt Sarah grabbed the blue tin.
"Have you had any of these?"
"A couple."
"You need at least six, I think. Eat up." I did as I was told.
While I ate the pills, Aunt Sarah whispered something to the girls. They both said yes.
"Chris, did you eat green pills too?"
"Yes. Am I going to turn all red?"
The woman shook her head. "No, you have a different side effect. Look down."
I did, only to notice my cock appearing larger.
"These were products with serious side effects. Daddy tested them and reported the results."
"If they weren't good, why did he keep them?"
Aunt Sarah laughed. "They had good effects as well as undesirable ones. Right now the girls' bodies are craving sperm. It's the only way to satisfy their hormones. And you will supply it to them."
"How?"
"I would have thought it was obvious. You are going to have sex with them."
I felt the blood drain from my head. Did I hear her right?
"We need one more thing." She left the room only to return with a pitcher of lemonade. "We're going to need to keep your fluids up."
Aunt Sarah also pulled out another tin box, this one orange with the label 'Out of this World.' She gave two pills to Whitney. "I suppose you know how to get her lubricated."
I nodded. I licked my lips and began to kiss my cousin. It felt funny, having her mother standing there. But after a few seconds, all my attention turned to Whitney. She responded to everything as though her body was extra sensitive. I suspected the orange pill helped that along.
"She looks ready," said Aunt Sarah.
"Remember, it's like carving a turkey."
I repositioned myself, lining my cock up with her target. Easy, I said to myself.
Instead of thinking, I let my body take over. It tore that piece of skin, and then waited for her. It knew how to establish the rhythm and how to excite her. It knew how to hold back until she was primed. It knew how to release at the moment of her ecstasy. It knew how to hold on a she rode her wave.
I held tightly onto Whitney for a couple of minutes. Then Aunt Sarah touched my shoulder. "It's time to help out your sister."
I knew it would be a long night.
I woke up in a dark room, my head cradled by an arm. I wanted to move, but felt too exhausted. Another figure crossed the room and crawled into the bed, making me a sandwich between them.
"How's our boy?" asked the new arrival, my aunt.
"He's resting," said Mom. "I'm sure he's spent. Three times with Betsy after five times with Whitney. I don't care how many pills he took, it would wear out any teenager."
"He did well."
"How are the girls?"
"Resting in each other's arms." My aunt giggled. "My daughter had a glow about her."
"So, you think Whitney's pregnant?"
"I'm pretty sure. I'm not as sure about Betsy."
"My kids will be at it from the time the plane lands. She'll be pregnant by Christmas."
Aunt Sarah kissed Mom on the lips. "I can't wait to move to the farm. We'll be together just like Daddy always wanted."
"So, do you have more of those tin boxes?"
My aunt chuckled. "I have several more hidden away. I'm sure we can get our little baby brother here to follow in his Daddy's footsteps with testing them. And I think Whitney has a few friends who will volunteer."
My mind went into high gear. Did she say "our brother"? Were the red and green pills tried 15 years ago? Could that be 9 months before my birthday? What would Whitney's friends need to volunteer to do?
I did the math and decided on thing. I know what I'll be giving thanks for next year.
I'm going to love this fucking farm.
