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Chapter 1 By Simon Josher hypnohelper69 Copyright 2010 all rights reserved.
No use without written permission of the author.
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Portions of this story have been posted previously.  While on deployment, I
worked on it and organized it into a chronological order starting at the
beginning.  As chapters get edited they will get posted in order.  The
previous postings will be incorporated as they become needed for the story.
   Parts are true, some embellished, and others fiction entirely.  If you
are under age or this is illegal in your corner of the world, go elsewhere.
   Let me respond to a number of emails that I have received.
   I do not advocate or condone incest or sex with minors.  Not only is it
illegal but there are also other potential ramifications dealing with
emotional issues depending on many variables.  If you don't understand that
some things might be alright only in fantasy as long as the thought police
don't catch you, then you need professional help.
   In this story, I have written about what occurred to me.  Both of the
other participants are now passed on to the great judge in the sky to
answer as to the good or bad that they have done, so they are beyond the
reach of any ambitious prostituor looking to make a legal case so he/she
can look good at election time.
   This is a long story - it was written with details and to be honest, I
am not sure if parts of it are a story about business with erotic details
or an erotic story with business details.  If you are looking for something
in under 2 min., I suggest you go to www.quickjerkoff.com .  If you wish to
email me, please do so.  My email is josher-75729(at)mypacks.net You must
remove the "at" and replace it with @.  This is done to minimize spam.
   Thanks Simon Josher. 
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   I was raised in a backward religious community in north central Ohio. 
It was affiliated with 26 other groups around the country.  They shared a
common organization that controlled and set regulations for all the groups.
I will refer to it as the Reformed Orthodox Rastafarian church (ROR), since
there is no such church, it will either offend no one or everyone.
   The men were required to wear long sleeved shirts buttoned clear to the
neck, long pants and all in an approved limited number of colors.
   The women wore dresses that were a specified number of inches above the
ground and could not vary as much as a quarter of an inch shorter than
that; ankle length for most of them.  The dresses had to be home made and
of a specified limited number of styles and colors.  They had to wear high
necked full slips made out of plain white sheets, with double layer cotton
in the front and back so that the sunlight wouldn't show the shapes of
their legs if it happened to be in the right position.  They had to wear
seamed nylon stockings of a heavy weight and of either one shade of off
black or white.  In the late 1980's when the last company manufacturing
making the approved style closed, they finally agreed to permit off black
pantyhose or white tights.
   We were not permitted radio, television, and record players were
discouraged.  Tape recorders were permitted as it was considered a method
of recording indoctrination sessions and reinforcing the teachings.  In the
late 1970's telephones were permitted for the members instead of just for
the pastors, but their use was strictly regulated.
   The children went to church schools so that they would not come into
contact with outside people any more than necessary.  In fact, contact
between people in the religious community was also strictly regulated
outside of church and school.  It was the policy of the group to have
either a teacher or a preacher monitor any get together to ensure that
nobody questioned any of the teachings, or doubt the validity of any
statements that these "leaders" made.
   Church was held three times a week, Sunday morning, Sunday evening, and
midweek.  Additionally, twice a year, there were two or three week series
of meetings, and then spring and fall were one week sessions of 4-5
meetings a day, and in the summer a ten day, 6 meeting a day marathon.  As
you can see, life was simply a reason to support the church and
re-indoctrination efforts.
   When my grandparents wanted me to help them following their move from
the farm, they had to get permission from the preacher to allow that to
happen.
   Higher education was prohibited outside of the one church sponsored
preacher and teacher training institute.  The approved job lists for people
was very small.  For women, it was almost non-existent.  Unmarried women
were allowed to work in house cleaning and married women were not allowed
to work outside of the home if they had children.
   While many people confused us with our Amish and Mennonite neighbors
there were a few distinguishing factors.  We were allowed to drive cars of
a limited number of colors and styles.  The men of our community were not
allowed to wear any type of facial hair.  The women did not have to wear
prayer coverings all the time, but were expected to wear hats at church.
   And that my friends, was the setting in which I was raised.  My mother's
parents had gotten involved following their marriage and had raised all 10
of their children in this culture.  Three of them followed this way; my
mother, her oldest sister, and her youngest sister.  The rest of the family
had gone other ways.
   The summer I was 11 years old, my grandparents sold the farm and moved
to a rented farmhouse so that they could remain separate from the
surrounding world but would no longer have the responsibility of farming.
My aunt, mom's youngest sister, was sixteen and was the only child left at
home.  My grandparents went to the pastor and got permission for me to stay
with them for a few days to help with settling into the new house.  After
due consideration, he decided to allow this for a maximum of two weeks.
   My parents had been injured in a car accident a couple years before and
were barely able to take care of themselves and they felt that a few days
away from their needs would be good for me and helpful to my grandparents.
   Monday morning my grandparents and Aunt Naomi stopped at our house to
pick me up.  They had picked up the last load at the old house and were
ready to start getting settled in to the new place.  We worked like dogs
getting furniture placed in the proper rooms and getting them assembled. 
Grandma and Aunt Naomi did the cleaning and Grandpa and I assembled, moved
and unpacked the critical boxes first.
   By supper time, we were exhausted; grandma and grandpa were almost
zombies.  They were after all in their middle seventies.  Naomi and I
offered to do the dishes so they could bath and go to bed.  Grandma said
she would find some sheets so I could sleep on the couch.  Naomi told her
that there was a cot in her room that I could sleep on since the couch was
both covered with boxes and uncomfortable.
   "Having him sleep in your room would be questionable."
   "Mom, I have been taking care of him for years, when he was little and
since his parents got hurt.  He used to sleep in my bed and that was all
right, this cot is clear across the room."
   Thank goodness for semi-senile people.  "Well, alright, if you want to
fix it for him, I am exhausted." Grandma took her bath and Grandpa dozed
while he waited for his turn.  When Grandma was done she told us all good
night and went into the bedroom and shut the door.
   When my grandparents were done bathing and had gone to their bedroom,
Aunt Naomi told me that she would finish up cleaning the kitchen and
putting away the unpacked dishes the while I took my bath.  When I was done
she took me into her bedroom and I helped her open the cot.  It was
actually some type of a rolling bed that folded up and could be rolled into
a corner or a walk in closet.  We unfolded it and spread sheets and a thin
blanket onto it.  The pillow cases needed found and the pillows placed in
them.
   While she was finishing getting the cot ready, I got out my suitcase and
started rummaging in it.  "What are you looking for at this time of night?"
   "I forgot to take clean shorts for tonight with me when I took my bath."
   "You don't wear shorts to bed do you," she asked and then continued,
"You need to let your body air out instead of wearing clothes all the time.
Sometimes I sleep without anything on at all."
   To a repressed teen that slept with shorts and a tee shirt under
pajamas, this was a stunning thought but I decided to try her suggestion of
only PJs.  I felt half naked when I took my robe off but quickly became
accustomed to the feeling.  What I didn't realize until she told me later
was that the fly kept buckling open as I moved around giving her good looks
at my package.
   She decided that she was ready to get her bath.  I started to leave the
room, but she told me to just turn my back while she got undressed and I
could stay in the room.  I turned away from her and realized that I was
facing the mirror in the chiffrobe and could see everything she was doing.
I kept my mouth shut and my eyes wide open as she got undressed.  When she
was naked she rubbed her breasts and the marks where her bra straps were
red on her skin and then slipped her robe on.  As she turned around our
eyes met in the mirror before I quickly averted them to a safe location.
   "You may turn around now," she told me.  I decided that if she wanted to
maintain the pretense that I hadn't seen anything that was fine with me.
   She left to take her bath.  As soon as I heard the water running, I
grabbed one of my dirty socks and started jerking off into it.  It was
still a relatively new experience, but I had found out the if I didn't
cover the end of my penis, the first few spurts would go anywhere and the
last ones would pool in my belly button right under the head of my penis.
Oh my, the wonderment of youth.  I shot off 3 climaxes in a row never even
softening before I heard the water shut off.
   She came back into the room and latched the door behind her.  "They're
both snoring so loud I don't think anything can waken them." She went to an
unpacked box beside the dresser and stated sorting through her nightgowns.
"Do you have a tee shirt I can borrow?  All of my things smell like they
need aired out."
   I got up and got her one of my old but clean ones.  It was worn thin and
had holes in it but not bad enough for me to want to throw it away.
   "If you turn around again I'll put it on." I turned around and peeked
into the mirror.  She was facing the mirror but studiously avoided looking
at it.  "All right, you can look now," she told me and threw her robe on
the bed.  The tee shirt clung to her body like tape.  "I forgot to dry
before I put it on.  I guess I will just have to air dry."
   She sat on her bed and leaned against the headboard and motioned for me
to sit on the foot of the bed facing her.  We visited for about an hour and
then she told me to get to bed.  I went to my cot and got in and tried to
settle down but my mind was in overdrive.
   She got up and put her rob on.  "I've got to go to the bathroom," she
said as she slipped out of the bedroom leaving the bedroom door open.  My
cot was at the far end of the room where I could look out the door and down
the hallway.  I saw her stop at the door of the other bedroom and listen
for minute or so before coming back into her bedroom.  She closed the door
and then I heard her lock it behind her.  She walked toward her bed and
turned on a lighted wall decoration and her reading light and turned the
rest of the lights off.
   We talked softly for a while and then she started telling me how hard I
had worked and that she wanted to help my sore muscles.  I protested that
it wasn't that bad but she came and sat down on the side of the cot.  "Turn
over and I am going to rub your back." I rolled over and she rubbed some
baby oil on her hands to warm it, and then started massaging my back. 
"Your top is in the way; take it off so I don't get oil on it."
   I hesitated briefly bit decide that things were way past worrying so I
took it off and lay back on my stomach.  She stroked my lower back nudging
my PJ bottoms lower with each bump.  She applied more oil but this time
drizzled it from the bottle onto my lower back and exposed butt cheeks. 
She gave a little extra squeeze over my crack and I could feel it running
down to my balls.  "Opps," she exclaimed, "I got too much didn't I?  I
don't want it to soak into the bedding," then she slid her hand down my
bottoms and started rubbing the oil into my skin.  I never knew that I had
erogenous zones where she was finding them.
   Finally she told me, "Just pull them down so I can do your legs." By
this time I would have done whatever she told me to do.  With only a slight
hesitation I slid them off and lay face down completely nude.  She massaged
my legs and butt cheeks.  In the process she kept touching my butthole. 
All I knew about it was that was where things came out; I knew nothing
about the sensory pleasure that could be had from that area.
   "Roll over," she told me.
   "I can't right now."
   "If it's because you are hard, you are supposed to be hard.  Roll over
now."
   With my heart pounding in the back of my throat and my ears ringing, I
turned over.
   "Oh my," she exclaimed and her eyes got big.  "You are a grown boy
aren't you?" I was embarrassed and started to cover up but she grabbed my
hands.  "I think most men would be proud to be that big.  How big are you?"
   "I don't know, I never measured it."
   She grasped me with on hand around the base of it and the other hand on
the top of the first one as if she was holding a bat.  About 2" extended
past her hands.
   I cautioned her, "be careful it's about to shoot off."
   "Good I want to see that happen, what do I have to do?"
   I had oil her hands up and she started stroking and playing.  Then she
started sliding her hands down from the tip to the base, hand over hand. 
It felt as if I were entering a never ending tunnel.  I started bucking and
trying to meet her hands.  She just gripped me firmer and kept stroking.
   "Here it comes," I gasped as I started shooting off my first orgasm that
want self induced or a result of a wet dream.  When I had warned her, she
bent over to watch and caught it full on her forehead and in her hair.
   She just kept up until the head was too sensitive and I asked her to
quit stroking the head.
   "Are you done, your still hard?"
   "For the moment, but if you keep playing I can come again."
   She got a towel and wiped her face and hair and then took my hand and
placed it on her breast.  "You can feel them if you want to," she told me,
"I don't mind."
   "You take your clothes off too," I told her.  She shrugged and pulled
the tee shirt off over her head, and then she stopped.  She covered me up
and put her robe on then opened the door.  She tip toed down the hall way
to listen at my grandparent's bedroom door.  When she was satisfied that
everything was still safe, she returned to the bedroom and relocked the
door.  She hung her robe over the door knob and came back to the cot."
   "Bring your pillow and come to my bed, it will be more comfortable for
you." She stopped and got a pair of panties out of her drawer and a bottle
of alcohol from the top of the dresser and put them on the bedside stand.
"Would you like to check out a woman and see how everything looks and
feels?" I couldn't nod my head fast enough.  Do dogs like meat, do kids
like candy.......?
   "First wash your hands with this alcohol.  I don't want to get
pregnant." I poured a little in my palm and rubbed my hands together.  She
made me do it the second time and then gave me the towel to dry them.  She
lay down on the bed and I sat on the edge.
   She took my hands and guided them over and around her breast and nipples
and told me what felt good, what to watch for so as not to cause pain, etc.
She guided me down between her legs and repeated the whole procedure.  She
asked if I would like her to show me how she played with herself.  I nodded
and watched.  "I am going to do it by myself once then I am going to have
you help me the next time to see the difference."
   I watched in awe as she went through various contortions and then looked
as if she was having a seizure.  When she was done, she lay there panting
and catching her breath.  "Wow that was good just having someone watching
me made a big difference." She then had me lay on my side and then snuggled
up behind me wrapping her arms around me.
   I suggested turning so I could face her but she told me she didn't want
my penis close to her for fear of pregnancy.  We lay there talking for a
little while and then she asked if I was ready to help her try it again. 
She showed me how pulling and twisting her nipples felt good and then had
me stick my finger just inside her "love hole" as she called it, and draw
circles with my finger while inside her.  "Any of the feels good so do
whatever you want to do while I am playing with myself." Since I am right
handed, I got on her right side and had her lay across my left arm.  That
way I could play with her love hole with my right hand and her left breast
and nipple with my left hand.
   She started masturbating while I used both hands to play with her as she
had shown me.  Once again, she started writhing and jerking and then she
turned and bit my shoulder.  I could hear her moaning into my shoulder. 
When she was done, she told me, "that was incredible, I want more of that."
She slipped her panties on and then cuddled up close to me.  "I want to try
all kinds of things while you are here.  What do you want to do?"
   "I don't know what to ask for let alone try, but I am game for almost
anything." I told her.
   We dozed for a long time and then she nudged me, "I need to unlock the
door and we need to put on our nightwear so they don't get suspicious."
   With a last feel and look at the new treasures I had uncovered, I put on
my PJs and went to my cot where I slept with erotic dreams playing through
my head.
   In the morning I heard my aunt getting dressed and checking around to
make sure we didn't leave any incriminating evidence.  I was still sleepy
but I did peek and watch while she got dressed.  I heard grandma coming
down the hall and when she opened the door, Naomi was making her bed and I
was "asleep" on the cot.  Grandma came over to me and shook me, "Simon it's
time to get up."
   I stretched and yawned with no pretense.  "Alright, I'll get up as soon
as soon as Aunt Naomi is gone." She patted my head and left.
   That kind of set the pattern for the next two nights.  On Wednesday, my
grandparents took us to town to buy some groceries since the kitchen
cabinets were now scrubbed and painted and new shelf paper had been put on
all the shelves.
   We did the shopping and then grandpa stopped to get gas.  Naomi told
grandma that she needed to use the bathroom.  Grandma told her to wait till
we got home but Naomi plead that she had waited all morning and couldn't
wait any longer.  Grandma consented so Naomi got out of the car and went to
the station.  She returned a moment later and told me to come watch the
door because the women's restroom was out of order and she was going to
have to use the men's.  Grandma warned her about sitting on the seat
because, "You never know who might have used it and you might catch
something.  Some people don't know their place and might have used the
bathroom".  Naomi agreed and then rolled her eyes at me.  We went around
the corner and Naomi just giggled.
   "I wonder what she thinks I am going to do in here anyway.  I just
needed an excuse to go into the men's restroom for a moment anyway.  She
didn't even bother closing the door all the way, but started reaching
inside of her dress and down the neck of her full slip into her bra.  She
withdrew her hand and had three quarters in her hand that she had stashed
in her bra.  Before I could ask what she was going to do with them, she
started putting them in the vending machine that was mounted on the wall
and turning the knobs.  She took the three boxes out of the machine and
tucked them into her bra where she had stashed the quarters earlier.  She
smiled at me and said, "let's go before they come looking for us."
   We worked until suppertime and then got our baths and went to midweek
church service.  I visited with my parents for a little while after church
and Naomi bragged about how much help I had been to her.  Granma and
Grandpa agreed with her that they couldn't get along without my help.  They
were worried that I might be getting homesick, but I assured them that I
was doing fine.
   We got to grandma and grandpa's house and instead of fixing popcorn as
they typically did after they got home from church they apologized and
explained that they were so tired that all they wanted to do was go to
sleep.  Grandma had slept all during the sermon and I was sure that she
would be awake all evening, but apparently her medicine caused drowsiness.
Grandpa's heart problems had always caused him to dose off if he sat down
for more than a few minutes.
   They were soon out of the way so Naomi and I waited for a few minutes
and then went to the bedroom ourselves.  We didn't even pretend that we
were doing anything other than getting ready for each other.  I laid my PJs
on the cot and got naked while Naomi took off her dress and hung it up. 
She took off her cotton sheet slip and put it on the hamper.  She slid her
bra straps down her arms and spun it backwards so that she could unhook it
and then slid her panties off and started undoing the garter belt that held
her hose up.
   "Can you leave your hose on for a little while?  I like the feel of them
and want to see how it feels while we are playing around."
   She shrugged but reattached the gripper at the end of the garter strap
and then walked over to her bed.  She lifted the mattress up and got a
large manila envelope out from between the mattress and the springs.  She
opened it and took out two of the little boxes that she had purchased at
the gas station.  "Tonight you are going to get to make love to me," she
announced quietly.
   "I don't know what to do.  You'll have to show me."
   She opened it and took out the condom.  She explained what it was and
how it worked and then she started rolling it down my hard on.  She lay on
her back and pulled me on top of her.  With her hand between us she guided
me into position.  "Be careful and take it slow.  I have heard that the
first time hurts, so just go slow." I started moving the way she was
indicating with her hand.  She then wrapped her legs around me and started
pulling me toward her with a rhythm that I was happy to match.
   I was disappointed in the feelings that I was getting.  I enjoyed the
sensation of her legs wrapped around me, but I could hardly feel anything
through the condom.  Naomi started climaxing and I just kept on doing what
I had been doing until she finished with and told me to stop.  "Didn't you
do anything?
   "No, I couldn't get that much feeling while we were together." She felt
badly enough that she took the condom off and licked the head of my penis
like a lollypop and then gave me a hand job.  She still felt bad about her
getting off but not me, so she locked the door and set the alarm for about
an hour earlier than usual and had me get into bed with her so I could
sleep with her.  She left her hose and light girdle on because she knew I
liked the smooth silky feel that they gave.  When the alarm went off, she
got me into my PJs and onto my cot, and she took her hose off and put her
ankle length night gown on and we went back to sleep.  
  
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