We woke suddenly in the morning when we heard Mom say, "Time to wake up!" I startled awake to find her standing in the den, looking down on us. She hadn't gotten dressed yet and was as she slept, naked. Vickie woke with a start, me with a sleep erection slipping out of her as she jumped up off the couch. "Did you two sleep well, I assume?" Mom asked, with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. Vickie headed out of the den as Mom told me, "You know this isn't right, don't you? If anyone else finds out they'll think very badly of us. I don't know what to think of us, myself."
"I don't know either. Everything just changed suddenly when I had that damn dream and woke up with this size. I can't explain it, can you?" I asked.
"No, I can't either. I just have the urge to throw all caution to the wind since you waved that thing waved around in front of me," she answered. "Get up and get going. We need to leave soon. I'm going to go get dressed."
The two and a half hour ride to Gram's house was about the same as all our rides there, nothing much out of the ordinary. When we got there, we carried mine and Vickie's bag into the house and met Gram at the door for our usual hugs hello. Gram was in her mid-sixties, still real sharp witted and not slowing down much physically. Her two sisters, each a little older than she lived nearby and the three of them were great pals along with a couple of their friends they'd known since grade school. The whole group of them was without husbands for various reasons, divorce, death, etc., and I'd seen them get pretty randy, especially after they'd had a few highballs and sat around swapping stories, memories, and gossip. They always seemed to know who was doing what to or with whom in the area and could caw about it seemingly without end.
Gram's house had no air conditioning and was pretty warm in the summer though a nice breeze through all the open windows seemed to mitigate the heat to some degree anyway. We were sitting there in her living room drinking iced tea chatting about this and that when Mom suddenly said, "Mother, you should see Bobby. He's suddenly grown up, way up."
"What do you mean, Sarah?" Gram asked Mom, "He looks about the same size as last time I saw him at Christmas."
"No, Mother, that's not what I mean. Bobby, show her what I'm talking about," Mom told me. Gram grew up on the farm so reproductive stuff, penises, testicles, vaginas pretty much just rolled off her like water off a duck in a very matter of fact manner. Besides that, I was getting very used to showing off my "new" equipment, actually growing to enjoy it, get a thrill out of it. In addition, Gram had seen Vickie and I both naked as we grew up, playing in the sprinkler and wading pool in the back yard naked, getting baths at her house, etc. So it didn't faze me in the least. I stood up from the couch facing Gram in her overstuffed chair, undid my cargo pants, pulled them down along with my boxers, then straightened back up for her to see my hanging penis and testicles.
"Mercy sakes!" Gram exclaimed. "When did that happen? Come over here Bobby so I can get a closer look." I shuffled across the floor with my pants first at my knees, then my ankles as they fell all the way down with my shuffling. Standing right in front of Gram, she reached out with her right hand and lifted my penis, cupping it softly in her hand and looked behind it at the orbs of my testicles, hanging there so low in my scrotum. Like she was checking a breeding farm animal, she reached out with her left hand and palmed my scrotum and hefted the testicles within. "My gosh, you're built like a sire horse, Bobby." She let go of my scrotum but continued holding my penis in her right hand as she asked Mom, "When did you say this happened?"
"About a week ago. He woke up that size. I didn't think it was normal so I took him to see the doctor. She checked him over, did a check of his semen, had us measure semen output for a week, then checked him again. As far as I've been told, it's unusual, very unusual but everything other than his size looks normal to her," Mom related.
"Well I don't recall ever seeing anything like this on a man before. A horse maybe but not a man," Gram replied. "Reminds me of that horse we had when your aunts and I were girls. I mean the one we sold semen from." As she continued to hold my penis I could feel myself beginning to engorge, getting a little heavier, thicker in her hand. Gram released my penis and instead of hanging back straight down with my testicles I arched out a bit, curving down along its length. "Bobby, you go put that thing away and let it calm down now," she told me with a chuckle.
"I'm going to take our junk upstairs," I told nobody in particular as I pulled up my pants and arranged myself. Picking up my bag and Vickie's, I headed for the stairs followed by Vickie. After I dropped Vickie's bag in her room, I went on into mine, unpacked, and put my stuff away.
Vickie came into my room saying, "Shhhhh, come out here." I followed her out into the hall to the air return register in the floor. As kids we'd discovered that it was like a string and tin can telephone, piping conversations from the living room upstairs very clearly. We'd spent a lot of evenings listening in on the adult conversations after we were supposed to be in our rooms in the evening. "Listen," she whispered.
I could hear Mom telling Gram, "I'm certain those kids are having 'relations'."
Gram told her, "Well, you know they are adults now. There's not a whole lot you can do about it."
Mom asked, "So I'm supposed to just ignore the fact that my two children are screwing each other? They've been at each other like rabbits ever since Bobby woke up with that damn penis and testicles. Heck, I can hardly keep my hands off of it. Did you know that I insisted on 'helping' him follow the doctor's orders to 'masturbate to orgasm' and measure his output? No, of course you didn't know but you do now."
Gram said, "Well, you know, when I was young, there was a lot more of that going on than anyone ever admitted. When we were young, my sisters and I played 'doctor' with our brother. Hell, if he had been carrying a penis like that boy of yours I'd probably have screwed him myself. The bottom line is they have to live their own lives and we can't do much about it. Hopefully neither of them will get hurt by it. Vickie is on birth control, right?"
"Yeah, she is, for several years now," Mom replied.
"Then I think you're best to let it go, Sarah. Maybe it'll play itself out in the long run," Gram's tone made it clear that she thought the discussion was settled.
"I need to get going. I'll say goodbye to the kids," Mom stated. We heard her get up and walk toward the stairs so we quietly bolted into our respective rooms. When Mom came in I acted like I was just finished putting my clothes in the drawers.
