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All comments, suggestions or request are welcome at Big_Man_201245@yahoo.com --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------- The Box Under the Bed - the beginning By Mr Mac (A true story of life in the 1950's and the coming of age) First thing you need to understand is that my sister and I hated our mother. She was evil and didn't know how to be a loving mother, she only knew anger. I think in today's world she would be considered schizophrenic, but we're talking about the 1950's, not today. It will also help you understand our lives if you know about our father. Generally, he was a pussy and did whatever mother told him to do including beating my sister and me when she thought it necessary. Also, they were swingers and we had lots of parties with lots of guest, almost every weekend. Now, one more thing... they are all dead. My dad first, complications from heart bypass surgery, my mother five years later from, who knows what, old age but dead all the same and then my sister a few years ago from stage four lung cancer, me, I'm still alive and 70 years old. As kids growing up in the 1950's we were typical siblings, my brother had joined the Navy and my oldest sister got knocked up at 15 and married and left (I think she got knocked up just to get away from mother), we all fought like cats and dogs and would wind up getting a beating for disturbing the princess. My brother always refereed to my mother as an Indian Princess (she was half Cherokee), his way of dealing. She was an alcoholic, drank hi-balls all day long and God help us if we made them too weak for her. Now dad owned his own business, installing electric and HVAC in new homes and mom would run to town for supplies when he needed them, s0metimes we got to go along other times we had to stay at home and clean. Yeah, we were her personal slaves and were required to do all of the house work, laundry, cooking, yard work... all before we were allowed to play, fun times. Oh, I forgot to share that I was 8 and Peg was 12 at the time... we were all we had, the allies against her evil axis, dad was oblivious until mom decided we needed a beating. The house was a nice four-bedroom ranch with high gloss waxed hardwood floors that we had to paste wax monthly so they could party, Peg had he room, a smaller girls room on the backside of the house, I had the corner room between her room and my parents and the forth was empty and dad later turned it into a dining room by cutting an opening between it and the kitchen, there was a single bathroom, and a big yard. The location of our rooms made it easy for us to comfort each other when thing got bad, wiping the switch wounds with alcohol and being a good listener and a shoulder when we needed to cry, growing up was not easy for us, there was a lot of pain, both physical and mental, but pain is pain and damn it, we were just kids. When mom and dad would have their parties, I would bartend. Yeah, an 8-year-old that could keep track of what every adult was drinking, mix it perfectly and deliver it to them without missing a beat and never staring at the nude bodies in the room but seeing and learning anyway. My reward was a dollar tip from all the couples for my night's work, hell, I could make $10 to $12 on a good night, I think is was also hush money but in 1955, no one cared what went on behind closed doors. You could beat your kids, force them into child labor, have swap parties and no one was the wiser and or they just didn't care. Oh look, there's Mrs. Tracy trying to inflate Mr. James... good luck with that. Like I addressed earlier, if we were lucky we were allowed to ride along to get supplies for my dad's company. That meant lunch in town, maybe at the cafeteria or the hamburger joint and a stop for ice cream on the way back, that was the fun times but more often than not, we stayed home and cleaned. We got quite good at quick cleaning so we could goof off and maybe play outside before she got back or better yet, we could go through the parent's room and stuff. WOW, dad has playboys, look Peg, tits and big ones too. Wow, wow, wow... Hey Mike, look what I found under the bed, a box of photos, you need to see this. The box was my introduction to my dad's porn collection. There were girl and women and men with nothing on, I mean the was hair and everything. Big tits, small tits, there was even a couple photos of women with dogs, the woman was fucking a dog. Wow. Car in the drive, shit she's home, quick put it back. Man that was close. The supply trip was a weekly adventure and it was two or three weeks later and we were again banished to the cleaning duties. Mom was out the door at 8:00AM. It was a two-hour drive to town back then (no freeways yet), she shouldn't be back home before 3:00 PM and by 9:30AM we were done with the cleaning and laundry was in the washer and the box of photos were on the bed and Peg and I were going through them. That's when my loving sister Peg turned to me and said hold on, I got an idea. She got off the bed and went into her room for a few minutes and when she came back, she was nude. She looked at me and said take off your clothes and we'll act out the photos. Now I was almost nine and she was very close to 13 and though I had seen her naked before, we had not done anything this daring before. I was thrilled to be her accomplice. I stripped and we sat on the bed and she loot at the photos until she found one she liked and we studied it and tried to emulate what we saw. It was a man and a woman, woman was on her back with her legs it the air and the guy stick himself into her, Peg said this would be a good one to start with. We tried and we failed. We tried again and we failed again. I asked her what were we doing wrong and she said she didn't know. I bent over and look at her opening and it looked like it was stuck closed and I took my finger and pushed at it and it slipped in... and she was wet. So we tried again and in I went and WOW, did it feel good, much better than when I masturbated in my bed at night. Well, it must have felt good to Peg because she wrapped her legs around my waste and pulled me tight and she was moving back and forth and it was feeling good and back and forth, her eyes started to squint and all of a sudden I exploded. At the time I didn't fully understand what had happened but Peg did because she looked at me and said, you just came little brother (she called me little brother the rest of her life) ... she looked at me and said that was fun. Now we had a new game to play, mom left, we quick cleaned, stripped, got the box out and chose a photo, sometimes two or three... it was great, until we found the other box and looked in it. SHOCK... it was photos of mom and dad, porn photos that dad took of them using his new camera called a Polaroid Land Camera, he got it for his birthday in April and he had been busy. We looked at each and every photo, every time we played the game, usually after we finished having sex and we would have sex every time we were left at home when mom went to town. Now I did mention that my bedroom was between my parents and Pegs, and my bed was in an alcove next to the shared wall of my parent's room and it I was very quiet, and put my ear on the wall I could hear them talking. You can find out quite a bit when you listen to your parent's pillow talk, some things good, some not so good, like I knew I was getting a bike for my birthday and I know they knew someone was in the photo boxes, because they were moved. My dad was concerned that I may have been looking at them and was worried I might show them to my friends, you know, boys will be boys especially with naked women. Dad said he would talk to me and he did, the very next day, point blank... he was taking me and the lawnmower to a cut job I had when he just asked, Michael, have you been looking at my photos, you know the ones under the bed? Busted! Be truthful I thought (only because I couldn't think of a good lie) ... yes sir I have. Have you shown any of your friends? Heck no, those are photos of you and mom! He almost ran off the road, he forgot about those. I said, you have got to teach me how to use that camera. Boy, mom is sure hairy. Enough! I thought I had handled it quite nicely for a nine-year-old, but I thought I better give a listen to the wall tonight. Did you ask Mike? Yes, and he admitted he was the one and no he hasn't shown them to anyone and he thinks you hairy. Oh shit, I forgot about those, did he say anything else? Yeah, he wants me to teach him how to use the Polaroid. He is just like his father, what now? Leave it alone, if we make a big deal over it it could blow up, he's nine Gladys, he's growing up and besides, he's not that interested in girls yet so who's he going to mess with. You're right but he and Peg are home alone a lot, especially when I have to trip to town for you. You don't think they would mess around, she is his sister and much older and the fight all the time. The next day Peg and I were sitting outside on the patio and I told her all about dad and my conversation in the car and his and mom's and she panicked! Oh God were doomed, she'll kill you now that she knows you saw the photos of her, Oh God... you are dead. We need to stop before she finds out. So, we stopped... cold. No slow down, totally stopped. After several weeks we were starting to get really, really horny and we devised a plan, the next time she had to go to town, we would have sex before we started the cleaning, that way if we needed we could do it again before she came home. Good plan. Next trip was tomorrow, I was so excited, Peg was excited it was going to be great, couldn't wait. The next day, 8:00AM and mom grabbed her keys and purse and said I'm outta here, I should be back around 1:00PM, I'm just going to one place. Out to the car, gets in and starts it and out the driveway she went. We watched as the car went up the street and five minutes later we're both nude and on their bed doing it. We stopped playing the photo game long time ago, we knew what we wanted and we wanted each other to get relief and besides, we loved each other. We needed each other and we were having each other. We were totally lost in the enjoyment of what we were doing that we wouldn't have heard the door even if she wasn't sneaking in. It seemed she had an idea something was up the way were behaving. She walked into the room and very quietly just stood there and watched, watched her two youngest locked in the passion of the sexual adventure. The tempo picked up and I said I can't hold back, it's going to happen an instead of letting my pull out like usual, Peg locked her legs around me and said give it to me little brother, we'll take the chance. I exploded over and over, it had been weeks and was almost done when a voice said... looked like you two enjoyed that. I turned and there stood my mother in the doorway, her shorts at her knees, her hand on her hairy snatch masturbating herself until she was twitching like I had been a few minutes before. All I heard her say was oh shit, damn, damn, damn... she pulled her shorts up, turned and walked away, steadying herself on the wall. I got up to see her pulling out of the drive to head to town. She never said a word to Peg or me about what had happened that day... but she did tell dad. That night I was wall listening when I heard her say that today was interesting, I came back home before going to town and I caught your son and daughter locked up like two dogs having at it. They were so involved with it that they didn't hear me come in so I stood there a watched and let them finish up. Mike must have pumped Peggy full and she had him so he couldn't pull out. It was a joy to watch two people enjoying each other like they were, shame they're brother and sister, I hope she doesn't get pregnant cause he filled her good... made me so hot watching them I had to relieve myself standing there. So what now, did you say anything to them about it? No, and I don't plan to right now, I'll see what happens. Peg and I depended on each other to get through all the hell mother could dish out. We depended on each other for the love and closeness we desired but did not get from our parents. Peg would sneak into my room at night so we could continue our lovemaking, yes we did know it was wrong but we didn't care, it brought us happiness and joy when we were in each other's arms. We continued our nightly carnal visits until she started dating and got herself pregnant and got married at 15 and moved out. We would still get together anytime we could for love making sessions, she even told her husband and he didn't try to intervene or stops us in anyway. That was the beginning of a lifelong incest relationship my sister and I had, until she passed away at 68... and as for mom mentioning it, she never did until three years later, but that's another sorted story. Oh, and the boxes under the bed... they kept adding to them including 8mm movies and when dad died, my oldest sister took his complete porno collection never to be seen by me again. To be continued...