No amount of soap or lube was going to allow that monster to get all the way inside me. That thing could almost literally stab me through the heart. But there was nothing saying we couldn’t figure out just how much I could take. After all, it was pretty obvious I took after Mom, who was all of 4′6″, and Jeff took after Dad’s 6′10″, and they’d made us.
Of course, I really had no idea if Jeff and Dad were similar in the cock department, though Mom’s screams when they fucked implied he had something going. Mom and Dad had ‘soundproofed’ their room when we were still kids, but really, it had never worked as well as they thought it did. So, it really shouldn’t have been too surprising when I ran into Jeff’s room one night when I was 9 and he was 12, worried about what was happening in their room, worrying that they were really angry and fighting real bad or something. I didn’t realize at the time that I’d burst in on him jacking off while listening to them, but he stopped, only a little self-conscious, and pulled himself together, and reassured me. I wasn’t sure at the time why I crawled onto his bed and held onto him until Mom and Dad were finished, but he hugged me back and walked me back to my room – very quietly.
It became a habit for me to do that when our parents’ fucking got particularly energetic, which was, to tell the truth, fairly often. As I learned what was really going on, through all of my pre-adolescent research venues, my need for reassurance decreased, but became replaced by another need I couldn’t really name at first. So even though I didn’t run to him in fear and concern anymore, I still went to him and got my hug as we listened and waited. Jeff and I learned a lot about their sex life, since they really did like to talk dirty to each other. At the same time we also learned, a little more subtly, how much they loved each other. I began to figure that out too.
It took me a long time – years – to get the courage to sneak my hand down to between Jeff’s legs while we lay in his bed with his arms wrapped protectively around me. I’d felt his hard-on lots of times before, though he would usually move to minimize the pressure of it against me. We both knew we masturbated fairly often after Mom and Dad finished and I went back to my room – we’d never been particularly secretive with each other, and less and less so as time went on.
Jeff’s cock was huge. I hadn’t really even guessed one could be that big. But as soon as I felt it, I had to see it. And as soon as I saw it, we both knew that somehow, some time, today would come, but we didn’t admit it to ourselves or each other for a long time.
A year later Jeff started at State U, a convenient half hour from home. He’d grown another two inches taller. I hadn’t. We hadn’t spent the year idly, either. I learned, one tiny step at a time, how to use my hands and tongue on that immense piece, and Jeff learned how to use his tongue and fingers on me. His fingers were longer than many cocks, it turns out, and he actually accidentally took my cherry early on – in an incident we worried would alert Mom and Dad to our carrying on while they were. But we got away with it, and Jeff erased the pain of it with his tender touch. I think it was then, after the shock of it had worn off for both of us and we had calmed down from our silent exertions, and Jeff just held me close, I felt I loved him. Not like a sister, but like the way Mom and Dad loved each other. I remember turning to look into his face, and seeing in his eyes the way Dad looked at Mom, and completely melted. I think the Countdown truly began then, even though we didn’t know when Zero was a going to be yet.
That was a summer gone by, and with Jeff ‘an adult now’ coming home for a weekend visit, and me the responsible daughter, Mom and Dad felt like a long holiday weekend away by themselves was something they could do. “No parties!” they admonished, knowing neither of us had interest in such things.
We had no intent of doing anything of the sort, of course. As soon as we knew they were planning their trip, we’d begun planning ours as well – we were moving into their bedroom for the weekend, and we were going to see. I started marking my calendar down to Zero Day. We were going to learn what we could do; what it felt like. We were going to see how far Mom took Dad inside her every time. We were going to see what it was like not to hold our voices to bare whispers.
I was already damp by the time their car was leaving the driveway, and soaked when they texted they were boarding their plane. I looked at Jeff and smiled, and he led me up to the master bathroom off Mom and Dad’s bedroom. As we passed the bed I saw the candles and flowers he’d put there, and my heart melted even more. It was almost too much to shower together before starting. But we’d held on this long, and we were going to get very dirty, soon.