Typical Day With The Family

We've been taught to think for ourselves. My father has been very successful in business, doing just that. My mother doesn't have to work, so she stays home to take care of us kids, and she does some volunteer work at the humane society. In fact, we usually have three or four foster cats around, which is always nice. So, a typical afternoon goes like this: My brother, Paul, who is 14 comes home from school (he has chosen to attend public school, saying he wants to know what 'normal' is), throws off all his clothes on the sofa, and trots into the kitchen. My mom yells, "Hey!" He knows that what she means is don't leave the clothes on the couch. So he comes back into the living room, and takes them upstairs, returning to the kitchen in a moment. Paul is tall for his age, and thin with light brown hair, like me.   Unlike me, he has a tuft of darker brown hair growing above his prick.   I have nothing there yet.   We love each other very much. Ours is a very loving family, and I mean that in every sense of the word. My other sibling, Pammy comes home from her school, and just like Paul, throws all her clothes on the sofa.  Again, Mom yells "Hey!" and she has to take her clothes upstairs.  Pammy, too, makes her appearance in the kitchen. Since Paul and Pam are there, I go in too.   Paul is slicing a cucumber, so Pam grabs some cabbage and starts chopping that.  Meanwhile, my mom is stirring a pot of soup on the stove. I throw together some salad dressing, and we all three sit down eating our salads, as we talk about our day. As usual, I don't have much to say, because I've chosen to be home-schooled by mom - and my computer.   Paul starts in again about his 'girlfriend.'   He calls her that, but I don't think she knows he even exists. He gets so dreamy about her, and as he describes her, I look under the table, and sure enough, his penis is starting to rise. I admire Paul, and I even though I don't like to hear his endless dreaming about his girlfriend, his interest has an effect on me.   I feel a tingle in my balls, and so start absent-mindedly touching my penis, which also starts to rise. Pam, who is Paul's twin, backs away from the table a bit, and puts her hand on her crotch, just slightly stroking. My mom, too, is touching herself.   She comments that she really loves seeing "her two big boys" with erections.   Pam says she rather likes it too, as she tries unsuccessfully to lick her left tit. After our salads, we move out to the living room, where we look for a Netflix movie. We settle on an old one, Miss Congeniality, and are all sitting together on the couch watching, as Dad comes home. He doesn't throw his clothes on the sofa. The throws them on his recliner.   Mom goes "Hey!" and so he reluctantly carries his stuff upstairs and returns by way of the kitchen, to join us. Now, we are all naked and watching TV.   Mom comments that we ought to find other things to do in the evenings that watch the tube.  Dad agrees.   All of us kids say we like the TV and don't see anything wrong with it.   Mom says that since our TV is actually a computer, we ought to do more educational things.  We close Netflix (we all seen that movie before anyway), and Paul goes to Wikipedia, finding the Random thing, and starts looking at a couple of boring web pages about soccer players and insects. Then something interesting comes up: An article about auto fellatio shows up, and there's a picture of a guy sucking his own dick.  This starts a family discussion.  Pam asks us guys whether we can do that. Dad says he could when he was younger.   Really? Immediately Paul and I give it a try.   I'm able to get within an inch or so, but Paul is nowhere close. My mom suggests if my dick were harder, I might be able to reach it.   My dad says something he has said a million times before: If you have patience, and practice a skill, you become very good at it. Pam reaches out, and starts stroking my dick.   The whole family wants me to see if I can actually suck my own dick.   Pretty soon I'm hard as everyone is staring at me, and I lay on my back, put my feet over my head and give it a try.  But no, I'm still an inch away. Paul comes over and gently pushes on my butt a bit, and sure enough I can just touch the tip of my tongue to the tip of my dick. It doesn't really feel like anything, but I know with practice, I might be able to actually get my dick in my mouth someday.   I notice that Paul and Dad are now both erect.  My dad gets on the floor, and tries sucking his dick.   No good. He's not nearly flexible enough. As we are all doing this, Pam quietly turns the computer back to Netflix and resumes the movie.   We regroup on the couch and are all quietly watching, as Dad, Pam, Paul, Mom, and I are all stroking ourselves.   After a while, Pam arches her back, moans a bit, and has an orgasm, followed a minute later by another, and another after that. That sets Dad off, who has moved to his recliner, and cums into a kleenex.   Mom is kind of shaking or jittering, and we can see that she is having one of her long, almost continuous orgasms.   Soon Paul cums. The only one who doesn't is me. Well, I sort of cum too, but nothing comes out. I feel at least a part of what they are feeling, a sort of yummy contracting feeling. I can't cum yet because I'm too young. I can't wait until next year, when I can squirt sperm too. This was just a typical day. We have done many such things, including what we called a circlejerk. We each reached over and masturbated the family member to our right.  Pam did me, I did Dad, Dad did Mom, Mom did Paul, and Paul did Pam. That was fun. Sometimes, we'll put on a show for the family. Like the day I masturbated for everyone, while they took turns placing their fingers under my balls, feeling for the contractions. It was Dad who was the lucky winner - he had his fingers there while I had my dry orgasm. It is a sort of unspoken rule in our family that we don't do anything more.   Mom and Dad have taught us well about disease, pregnancy, and most of all, social expectations.   We know that there is a vast difference between what goes on in the family and outside the family, and it seems to me, our parents are bringing us up well.   For instance, looking at the TV shows, and talking with my friends, I have discovered that most families argue all the time. We've never had an argument in all the time I can remember. Well, enough about me and my family. Tell me about yours - in the comments section.