Temple, Texas was a quiet place in 1979, the kind of place where you had to make your own fun.
Richard Parker knew this more than anybody, and he and his buddies always were keeping busy doing something. Swimming down by the lake and hanging out at "Old Man" Custard's Ranch, riding horses, were two of the things that kept boredom from setting in.
But Temple wasn't just some dustbowl, as outsiders might see it. It had its charm. And the most charming person in Richard's life was his step mother, Carrie.
Carrie had married Richard's father, Neil, five years earlier, just a short time after Neil had gotten divorced. Richard was still very close with his real mom, Candace, who in turn still had a friendly relationship with Neil. The two simply had grown apart, and felt it was time to move on.
Richard kind of saw Carrie as a warm-hearted friend more than a mother type. She was always very kind to him, didn't boss him around, and gave him his space. The two had grown pretty close since Neil was often out of town on business.
And Carrie was a young woman. The full-time nurse was just 35, and her looks suggested she was even younger than that. She had beautiful brown hair, her bangs often hanging over her pretty brown eyes. She had such a pretty smile, perfect pearly whites, and when she laughed, it just made you feel good. She would either giggle in a real cute way, or laugh heartily, creating the kind of rich laughter that suggested she really loved life.
Around this time, however, Richard, now 18, began to notice in greater detail some other aspects of Carrie's beauty. His step mom was very well endowed. Her enormous breasts constantly stole Richard's attention, as he often saw them either bouncing around in a bathing suit or filling out a loose-fitting shirt.
He had once almost caught sight of them totally bare, by mistake, when Carrie came out of the bathroom. She had thought no one was home, and could make it to the bedroom without any clothes. When she opened the door, there was Richard, and she instinctively went to cover her breasts with her one arm, and cover her lower half with the other.
Richard's eyes widened as he saw the outer edges of her massive breasts, seeing they actually hung down a bit when not supported by a bra. As her other arm flashed down to cover her other special area, Richard's eyes followed it, and he saw how her tiny hand barely could cover what looked to be a substantial bush. Some dark brown hair poked out around her fingers.
His heart raced. It was the first scrap of female nudity he had ever seen up close.
Richard simply froze in his tracks.
Carrie, startled, cried out "Richard?! I didn't think anybody was home."
As he finally turned away, she grabbed a towel, and Carrie was more amused than upset. She seemed to take delight in how embarrassed Richard was in nearly seeing her naked. She thought it was so cute how he blushed.
The incident was never even brought up with the rest of the family, but Richard always had the image of his hot step mom clutching to cover herself firmly in his mind. She also had the cutest feet he had ever seen, and often fantasized about sucking on her toes.
And when Carrie would often sit next to Richard, with her legs crossed, he found it the perfect opportunity to check out her gorgeous thighs. Richard had a fixation with them.
Carrie grew up on a ranch, doing her share of physical labor, so she had always been fit. Not overly muscular, just a full-bodied woman.
She had big, thick thighs that Richard nearly drooled on every time he layed eyes on them. They weren't skinny twigs like some girls had. These were well-rounded, succulent beauties, and Richard would always try to sit close to Carrie when she was wearing a nice pair of shorts, or hanging by the pool in a bathing suit.
The image of her big, tan thighs would be in his mind when he had his most private moments. Another aspect of Carrie's beautiful anatomy was her nice round bottom. Or as Richard and his friends would call it, a "bubble butt."
Carrie had a sweet, juicy ass that she liked to show off. She often wore tight shorts that hugged each of her big cheeks, and when she wore a bathing suit, Richard would look forward to when she was coming out of the pool, just so he could sneak a peak as the bathing suit clung to her ass for a split second as she was getting out.
Now as much as Richard was feeling a strong attraction to his step mom, he never once was forward with her. That was his dad's wife. And that's how he saw her. But it didn't stop him from fantasizing about Carrie, and that, quite simply, was what boys did at Richard's age.
And speaking of Richard's age, there was another 18-year-old in the Parker household. And her name was Janet, Carrie's 18-year-old daughter.
Carrie had Janet just a few months after graduating from high school, and the two were like buddies, not just because there wasn't too big a difference in age, but also because Carrie spent almost all her time with Janet as she was growing up. There wasn't another man that stuck around until Neil came along, and Carrie devoted almost all her life to raising her daughter.
And the young brunette was a good girl. She was a good student, a popular kid at school, and she had her mom's great looks, and build.
Janet wasn't perfect though. She often had a problem with curfue, liked to curse, and did like to party.
Richard found his stepsis to be kind of cool, and for the most part, enjoyed her company. The two had just graduated from high school, and neither felt like getting a part time job before starting college in the fall. So they saw an awful lot of each other, as they both did a good deal of hanging out on the couch, just watching T.V.
Janet was sometimes bratty to Richard, sometimes annoying, as any step sibling might be. But he also liked checking out her hot body, and Janet, like her mom, liked to show it off.
But with all this talk about Carrie and Janet's unique endowments, there should be some talk of Richard's special, most private body parts.
After mentioning that Richard was a good-looking kid, with short brown hair, blue eyes, and a toned build, the most striking aspect of his anatomy would also have to be detailed.
Richard had an enormous penis. The kind of penis you don't often see.
He knew from a young age that he was much bigger than most boys. He took pride in it, yet also was embarrassed about it somewhat. It sometimes made him feel different rather than special. The dreaded word "freak" would often come up in his mind.
His penis hung down between his legs, well past his balls, like a thick summer sausage, and he often had to be mindful to conceal the rather large bulge in his pants.
All of this sexual tension around Carrie and Janet was seemingly about to boil over in the summer of '79, and it happened on a day that started innocently enough.
Richard and Janet were busy flipping channels, and on one of the stations, a topless woman appeared. Richard found instant delight in the naked beauty, and Janet kept the channel on seemingly just to gripe.
"Now see," she began, "why is it always a naked woman? You never see naked men in movies."
Richard gave her statement little thought as he feasted his eyes on the well-endowed gal, her big, naked breasts filling up the television screen. But then Janet clicked to another channel, and giggled at Richard's disappointment.
Later in the afternoon, the two kids and Carrie went to the nearby lake for the day. It had just rained the last few days so it was a little too cold to go swimming. So the three just enjoyed a nice, long walk.
When they got home, Richard talked to his dad, who was in Tampa at the time, and then after that phone call was getting ready to go to bed. Only he had an itch, a real itch.
He dug down between his legs, into his lower right thigh, and felt a bump. Oh no. He pulled his pajama bottoms and underwear down, and looked closely at his thigh. He saw a tick, which had embedded itself in his skin, most likely during the walk by the lake. He picked at it, but could not get it out. He panicked a bit.
Richard decided to seek Carrie's advice. He raced downstairs and into the kitchen, and had to pull Carrie away from chatting with her daughter.
Carrie, who herself was getting ready for bed, as she was dressed only in a pair of snug, gray shorts and a t-shirt, followed Richard into the other room.
"Carrie, I have a tick," he told her. She gasped.
"Where?" came the next logical question.
"Um," Richard began nervously, "like on my thigh, around here."
He motioned to his lower crotch, not far from the huge, hanging member aforementioned in this tale.
