The summer before my senior year of college I spent the third week of August with my roommate Karen. She had kept begging me to come and hang out with her.
"More fun than you can possibly imagine," Karen nagged, “please come for a visit. You’ll love it, I promise.”
"What's up with that?" is what I usually responded whenever she went on about her family and their big old farmhouse in western Kansas. "What exactly is there to do in west Kansas? There are no oceans, no lakes, just miles and miles of flat land and tornadoes. Where do you wear your bikini to, the tanning salon?"
"We do have Finney Wildlife Area and Bison Refuge nearby," Karen whined about her hometown of Garden City.
Well, I went. At least I could ride my Harley because they did have roads. I muttered as I cruised along I-70 through Kansas , "No frigging wonder Dorothy took the first ride outa the place."
Did you ever see a dude ride a Harley in Kansas? They pull one variety of farm equipment or another behind it. I don't know what you call them damn things; threshers and tillers and whatever. I am definitely not mechanically inclined except when it comes to Harleys and vibrators.
"And where the hell are my fresh batteries?" I kept asking myself out loud as I rode and rode and rode. The vibrating Harley between my legs gave me a little buzz but not nearly as good as my favorite toy.
Of course, the first thing I had to do when I got to Karen's rhymed with see. Nobody seemed to be around. I opened the screen door to the front porch and the door to the house being wide open, I went right in. I mean, I like had to go, you know?
They didn't even have a door to the john; just a curtain. Nice big bathroom though.
I'm sitting there doing my thing and feeling a whole lot better about life in general.
This wimpy little dude walks in on me just wearing a towel. Of course, I recognized Karen's brother who she talked about like some of our campus galpals talked about sexually transmitted diseases. I recalled she called him Willy.
So Willy, he never says "Excuse me" or nothing, stands right in front of me just sitting there on the can in total shock, drops his towel, grabs his little dick and says, "Yo, biker babe, you want some of this?"
I am not often speechless but this act defied words. He turned around and got into the shower. Well, I simply couldn't let this just pass with no comment.
I pulled back the shower curtain and yelled over the streaming water, "Your sister is right. You are the only living abortion. Do your friends call you 'Needledick the bug fucker' or what? I'm done on the toilet. It’s your turn now. I see what Karen meant when she said you are the only guy she knows who has to pee sitting down."
And then Karen walks in. Getting a little crowded here, but like I said,, a big bathroom.
She gave me a big hug and we kind of slobbered on one another.
"What's up with your brother? What a dweeb!"
"Yeah, but he is family. We all have a cross to bear." With that she stripped off her clothes and got into the shower with her brother.
Well, I was hearing noises and I simply couldn't resist pulling back the shower curtain.
Karen was on her knees in the shower and sucking her brother's cock.
And then their father walks in. Getting a little more crowded here, but like I said, big bathroom.
I'm thinking like "Oh, shit!" because he looked really angry. At the same time I'm whispering, "Oh, shit!" because isn't whatever happens next going to be so amusing; the stuff of which soap operas are made. "Don't bend over for the soap, Willy," I said under my breath and giggled.
William, the father, he looked pretty rugged for an old dude. He was a widower. Karen's mom, like mine, was an angel up in heaven.
I'm still standing there with my jeans and panties down because things were moving too fast for me to even think about pulling them up. And the old dude is paying me no mind, at least for now.
William ripped open the shower curtain. The kid Willy was so shocked he pulled his dick out of Karen's mouth.
