DISCLAIMER: Every character in this story is at least 18 years of age or older when these events occurred.
My name is Dylan. My parents named me after Bob Dylan. My folks are what people used to call "hippies" back in the 1960's. They used to tell my sister and I stories about Woodstock, Haight-Ashbury, the Grateful Dead and free love. They were both extremely liberal and free spirits. My mom was a nudist. My father was an organic gardener. They tended to have some far out ideas. Personally, I think they smoked too much dope and dropped too much acid when they were younger.
My parents had my sister Dawn and me when they were very young. I'm in my 40's now, but when I was 19 years of age and my sister was 18 years old, mom caught us kissing one time. One time! It's not like we were in love or anything like that, we were just curious about the opposite sex, I guess. We grew up on a commune in Oregon and were home-schooled, so there weren't a lot of other people our age around to date or fool around with. We wanted to know what it felt like. We thought it was harmless. Our parents thought differently. Like I said, they were different than normal parents, but we didn't know that at the time.
My sister Dawn took after our mom. They were both very open-minded and very much free spirits. My sister Dawn to this day still has straight long blonde hair and a lithe figure. She has piercing blue eyes and freckles dot her nose.
Dawn and I had designated chores on the commune. Mostly feeding the animals, milking the cows and goats, making cheese and butter, that sort of thing. We were supposed to be milking the cows that time mom caught us kissing.
These days, Dawn and I are vegans and environmental activists and are grateful for everything our parents taught us. Especially what they taught us about sex and sexuality. Sex education was not a normal part of our home schooling. But after my sister and I got caught kissing our parents figured it was time to give us a lesson.
That same night, after having been caught making out, our parents called us into their bedroom. Our parents were dressed in their typical evening kimonos. Dawn had on her usual nightshirt and I was wearing boxers. We all sat on their bed crossed-leg in a circle.
"Kids," mother addressed us, "I know you're both young adults now, but your father and I have never given you a proper lesson in sex education. I guess we sheltered you a bit and were avoiding the topic for as long as we could. But love and sex are wonderful gifts that have been bestowed upon us by Mother Nature and we shouldn't be embarrassed by these things. These gifts need to be tuned to the right frequency to be appreciated. It appears to your father and me that you should be educated about these things. We won't stop the two of you from having sex now that you're both over 18 years of age, if that's what you want, but if you're going to explore each other's bodies, we want you to do it safely and without feeling guilty about it. "
What? Our parents were weird, but even for them, this was red-alert weird. Dawn and I looked at each other in shock. My sister and I having sex? Exploring each others bodies? Sure, we were curious about the opposite sex, but Dawn and I weren't planning on exploring our bodies or having sex at any point. I mean, she's my sister. We never even discussed it. We had just kissed each other to see what it felt like. We thought it was fairly innocent, but our parents figured otherwise.
Mom continued with the lecture. "We understand why you two were kissing. You were exploring your sexuality and your father and I don't want to discourage that. But if you're going to engage in sexual exploration with each other, we want you to do it in a safe manner. You're too young to be having babies."
Babies? What was she talking about? I just looked over at Dawn and she shrugged and smiled at me. She grabbed my hand holding it firmly in hers. She seemed excited by the subject.
Our father brought out a box of condoms. "Do you kids know what these are?" He asked and answered his own question without waiting for a response from us. "This is what a boy wears on his penis so that he doesn't get his female partner pregnant."
"Show them how to put one on, dear." Mom said to father.
This is embarrassing, I thought to myself. My sister was paying close attention as if we were going to be tested on this.
Dad got up off the bed and opened his kimono and dropped it to the ground, his flaccid cock hanging out for all of us to see. Neither mom or dad ever wore clothes underneath their kimonos. Mom was a bit of a nudist, but this was getting stranger by the minute. Our parents were acting like this was natural and no big deal. But it sure shocked the hell out of me. Dawn didn't seem as concerned.
"Uh, I might need a little help here, Jane." Dad said to mother. "If you know what I mean."
"Pay attention now kids. This will be a good exercise on the importance of foreplay and how to give fellatio. Do you kids know what fellatio is?" Mom asked us.
Dawn and I looked at each other puzzled and shook our heads.
"Well, fellatio is when a woman takes a man's penis in her mouth. It's referred to as oral sex. It's also called "head" or "giving head."
Suddenly, a look of recognition came across Dawn's face. She raised her hand. "Is that like a BJ?"
"Yes. Very good, dear. A BJ, which is short for blow job. Which is a slang word for oral sex." My mother instructed. "Now watch closely and pay attention as I suck your father's penis."
Just then mother grabbed father's flaccid cock with her hands and began kissing it with her lips. We watched in shock as father's cock grew longer and fatter as she did this.
