spiders and family

FAMILIES AND

BLACK SPIDERS

A Sagacious Saga of a Family

And It’s Black Hairy Spiders

                                                           By Izzy Ess of Hoariness

About the time that Jonathan reached puberty, he was a lady’s man.  He’d practiced with his sisters and his mother and was confident about his way around a girl and what she really wanted.  But, as fate would have it he met up with Adeline and her sister Abigail.  They were no slouches when it came to boys.  They had four brothers and their education was as good as Jonathan’s.  The sisters pinned him down and stomped upon his tender wee-wee which disabled Jonathan for quite a while.  Adeline and Abigail just waited for their adversary, Jonathan, to sit up and they kicked him hard between his thighs and Jonathan just fainted with the pain.  While he was semi-comatose, the sisters ripped off all his clothes and ran away with them, which left our Jonathan quite bruised and limping, naked and ashamed.  He used his cell phone to get help.  His sister, Jennifer, was laughing when she saw him naked and quite bruised and did suggest he pick some other girls to whom to show his manhood.  Jennifer stopped laughing and she wrapped her brother in a bulky sweater just to get him home.  He made her promise not to tell the other siblings or his parents.  Jennifer agreed but on condition that he service her for free when he was recovered and whenever she could sneak into his bedroom.  He agreed and limped toward his home.  His parents asked what happened and our Jennifer and Jonathan said that he had fallen off a tree and ripped his clothes and injured all his private parts.  Jennifer confirmed his story and she said that he would need a nice hot bath and a brand new change of clothing.

Jonathan recovered in a week and was then able to help out his sister, Jennifer, when she would visit him in his own room at night when no one else could see.  Our Jonathan fulfilled his promise to her and he licked her private parts until she squirted all her juices on his face.  She liked her younger brother very much and said she would assist him if he wanted and he smiled and nodded yes.  She licked his wee-wee ‘til it got enlarged and started throbbing.  Then she took it in her mouth and tongued his throbbing head until he filled her mouth and throat with salty sticky stuff.  Once or twice a week, Jonathan and Jennifer would cuddle and be of service to each other and were satisfied.  Jennifer was fourteen and had started menstruating just that year.  When she was bleeding,  Jonathan could put his penis in her honeypot without a fear of pregnancy.  So, once a month, at least, this pair of loving siblings would have happy intercourse which was quite satisfying for them both.  Jonathan declared he loved her and she said she loved him, too.  Our Jennifer had perky breasts which Jonathan found quite stimulating for them both.  Sometimes Jennifer would start her squirting when her brother licked her breast and tiny nipples.

For two whole years, our Jennifer and Jonathan had no need of other people to feel confident about their sexuality.  Their parents were quite pleased that Jen and Jon would study hard together in their rooms and didn’t party or go out on dates.  The other siblings had a notion what was happening but didn’t bring the subject up.  Jennifer and Jonathan felt safe in their surreptitiousness because they were discreet and no one knew for sure.  All the siblings were intelligent and did real well in academics and athletics.  Jennifer and Jonathan excelled.  They got straight A’s and trophies for their efforts.  The parents told them they were proud of their accomplishments and encouraged their behaviour allowing them to lock their bedroom doors when they were studying.

Mrs. Ginger Birmingham became suspicious when she found some menstrual blood on Jonathan’s bed sheets.  It had been scrubbed but left a small brown stain.  She learned the truth one night when she overheard some moaning coming from her son’s bedroom.  On the pretext that she was concerned about his health, she opened wide the door and saw her son and daughter in the act of doing 69.  She watched for several seconds before saying anything and then she slapped poor Jennifer across her butt.  Jennifer and Jonathan were red-faced and apologetic, claiming it was only this one time that they had done the act, but Mrs. Birmingham’s suspicions were confirmed when she insisted on the truth.  Our Jen and Jon confessed and also said they loved each other very much.  Ginger softened and apologized for making Jennifer’s nice derriere so red.  She then confessed that she had had a secret love for her own brother and they’d checked each other out a dozen times one year when she was only 17 and her own brother was but 20 years of age.  It had always been their secret and when Ginger married Henry Birmingham, she’d done it just because her brother and her new friend, Henry, were alike in personality and gross appearance.  In fact, her Henry had equipment just like Samuel, her older brother, whom she loved.  “No one ever knew except the two of you whom I’ve just told in confidence, eh?  Capeesh?”  Ginger smiled and said she understood.  She suggested meeting elsewhere other than at home.  She thought perhaps a friend might loan them their bedroom for short times for their pleasures.  “Why don’t you finish up the night in here and I’ll see you both at breakfast.  Are there any questions?  And, Jonathan, keep your moaning stifled; I could hear it in the hall.”

Ginger hugged her son and daughter and gave them some loving pats on both their derrieres.  She thought a lot about her brother, Samuel, and wondered where he was and just what he may be doing.  As if her Samuel had read her mind, he called the next day and said he missed her and was there any chance that they could meet.  He said he was in town on business and had been staying at the Hotel Romulus, downtown.  Before she could make a suggestion, Samuel said, “Say sis, are you free for this afternoon.  There is a break in our big seminar and I could meet you somewhere, eh?  What do you say?”  Ginger’s heart was beating hard and her voice was tremulous.  She managed to calm down a bit to say, “OK!” to Samuel.  He said his room was 2069 and suggested she just get to the hotel and they would then decide on what to do for the whole afternoon.  She said, “I could get there by noon, if that’s OK with you, Sam?”  Sam said that that was perfect and he was looking forward to the meeting.  They hadn’t seen each other since the wedding when she married Henry and Sam had acted as an usher.

Ginger hurriedly found her black lacy dress which would reveal a lot of décolleté and slipped it on without a stitch of underwear.  She had some spikes of black shiny leather and she put on her diamond bracelet and took off her wedding ring, replacing it with an emerald one.  She caught a cab outside her door and got to the Hotel Romulus a full quarter hour before the noon.  Breathlessly, she took an elevator to Room 2069 on the twentieth floor and knocked quite firmly on the door.  And, there was Sam!  He was wearing a hotel robe of terrycloth, which tended to come open as he walked and talked.  Sam had smiled his loving smile and invited her right in and said he needed a few minutes to get dressed.  Our Ginger looked into his eyes and said, “Why bother, Sam, my loving brother?  Are you ready to relive our past?”  She slipped her dress right off and Sam just dropped his robe.  They jumped into the unmade bed and started making love.

Our Ginger felt ecstatic as her brother Samuel slipped his large and hard erection into her.  She remembered it so well; she’d started fantasizing when she’d heard his voice this morning on the telephone.  She was already lubricated by the time he slipped his penis in and started pumping, slowly at the start and then with more increasing frequency and vigour as he reached his peak of pleasure.   Ginger couldn’t help herself; she moaned and squealed and screamed and clutched his back as she popped off an hundred times, she estimated.  Samuel was smooth and so attentive that it felt again like many years ago when they had first enjoyed each other’s bodies.  Not before the clock struck five, did Sam and Ginger separate.  They did it all; the 69, the doggy thing, the missionary standard and the butterfly.  And, then they did it all again, repeatedly.  Only once did Ginger have to stop to pee.  It was just tremendous as they fit together like a glove and moved together like a well-oiled engine with driving pistons and explosive power.  At exactly five, Sam got a call from his own boss requesting he be present at the presentation to important clients, for the dinner hour.  Sam explained to Ginger, and he asked her if she could but wait ‘til he got back to her.  He suggested that she grab a bite downstairs at the Roman Ristorante Gourmet Café.  She nodded. “Yes, my darling Sam.  I’ll wait.  I’ll call my family and say I’ve gotten busy with some friends downtown and they would have to make their own supper from the stuff already in the fridge.”  She knew that her own Henry was a good cook and could make delicious food for all the children for that night.  She said that she’d be back home sometime that evening but she wasn’t sure about what time.  She said her friends and she might catch a movie somewhere downtown, but she wasn’t sure.

Mrs. Ginger Birmingham was beaming as she took the elevator down to the lobby and the restaurants.  She decided to check out the Italian Ristorante and had a taste for ravioli.  It was good.  She ordered a large glass of white wine and she tried relaxing.  Her mind was racing with her old and new experiences with Sam.  He was terrific, she decided, and he hadn’t lost his touch or stamina.  Nor had he lost an inch of his so wonderful equipment.  She pictured her and Sam in a relationship with such great sex for every night.  She started lubricating, once again and had to tell herself to calm right down.  She managed to get through the ravioli without having a big orgasm, but she did come close!

Sam had given her the room key card which she used to let herself back in his room.  She got undressed and lay upon the bed and lubricated freely.  Sam did not get back ‘til midnight, apologizing all the way.  He said the meetings were so unexpectedly prolonged because a client just insisted he have access to the company’s large ledgers and accounting details.  He said he tried to excuse himself but his boss insisted that he stay throughout the long and tedious accounting that was required.  Ginger had again donned her black dress and was about to leave when Sam returned.  She said, “I’m sorry Sam, but I must go and see my Henry before he gets suspicious.”  She thought she also had to check on her two children to ensure that they were not together in one or other bedroom for the night.  Sam looked disappointed but he said he understood.  He said, “I’ll call you if there is another break before my boss and I are scheduled to fly off again to return to our home office in Atlanta.”  Ginger and her brother Sam kissed lovingly and Ginger hurried off to catch a cab back home.

When Ginger got back home, her Henry was waiting for her in the living room.  He asked her quietly what movie she had seen.  Ginger flushed and confessed to all her falsehoods and said she’d gone to meet her brother downtown as he was in town for only this one day on business and was soon flying home to Atlanta.  She said she lied because she didn’t want him to be worried about her.  He asked, “Why did you leave your wedding ring at home?  Is there something I should know?”  Ginger figured she might as well confess her real activities and described her afternoon to Henry.  Henry got real quiet and he walked upstairs alone.  He said, “Why don’t you sleep downstairs tonight.  I’d like to sleep alone, if you don’t mind.  I have a lot to think about.”

Ginger, left alone downstairs, was worried she had said too much and given too many details that would be worrisome to Henry.  She got undressed and took a long relaxing shower thinking all the while about her afternoon.  She was still turned on and she relieved herself with masturbation.  She heard some thumping from upstairs and wondered what her Henry might be doing.  She went upstairs and found the source of thumping.  It was her son and daughter making love, she guessed.  She decided not to bother them that night but planned to have another talk with them, anon.  Ginger made a quick decision and she called her brother at the Hotel Romulus.  A woman answered and she just hung up.  She couldn’t sleep.  She watched a late night movie and then another early morning movie through the night.  Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding.  She drank some herbal tea, which helped.  She fell asleep just as the house began to stir, which woke her up.  She tidied up and washed her face and got ready to face her family at breakfast.  Nothing much was said.  Henry left to get to his downtown office and the kids went off to school.  She called room 2069 and found that no one answered.  She asked the manager if Sam was still there and was informed that Sam had woken in the early morning and had caught the early shuttle limousine to take him to the airport.

Ginger needed something physical to get her through the day.  She took her sports clothes and walked the three blocks to get to the Y where she performed a vigourous training routine to which she was accustomed.  By noon, she felt much better and had lunch downtown with her good girlfriend, Isobel van Buren.  She didn’t feel it was appropriate to discuss the last day’s happenings with her and tried to keep the conversation light.  This was good because her friend was not too bright and liked to talk without a deep discussion about anything.  After lunch, our Ginger walked back to her home and took a nap.

Ginger had some vivid dreams of Sam and his equipment.  She also dreamt of spiders crawling over her which was a bit nightmarish.  She woke up in a sweat.  She knew the spiders represented Sam and the incestuous relationship.  She’d seen the movie, Summer Storm by Ingmar Bergman, starring Bebe Andersen.  It had greatly affected her when she was younger and she’d researched it to find the significance of arachnophobia and the spiders in her dream by reading Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams.  She had more herbal tea for relaxation and she tried another nap.  This time it was more pleasant and exciting and it did involve her making love with Sam while Henry watched.  It did not disturb her quite as much as she would have thought.  However, she was puzzled about what to do or not to do when she had to face her family for supper.

Henry called and said he would be late.  He said he had a project which needed some attention and would be working through the evening and the night and would be staying at the Hotel Romulus to get some sleep so he could finish off the project, undisturbed, by tomorrow.  He said he had already made a reservation at the hotel and she could call him there if necessary.  His voice was quiet and controlled and Ginger thought it best to not ask questions.

Jennifer and Jonathan seemed happy and quite talkative.  She asked them quietly in private if that was them thumping last night.  They both said no, emphatically.  Ginger looked at her other daughters who just started laughing.  They said that were studying together late at night, but were disturbed by two black hairy spiders which had dropped on them.  They had flicked them to the floor and stomped on them to try and kill them before they scurried off.  They said they killed one while the other one escaped and was still, presumably, still lurking in the shadows, somewhere.  They said that they had been undressed to just relax but got re-dressed when they thought a spider might crawl on their naked, pretty bodies.  Isobel and Marion were in their teens and always were a couple.  Ginger suspected that they were lovers but she hadn’t looked too closely at them.  Now, she did suspect that they were lesbians and enjoyed each other’s nubile bodies now that they were quite developed in a physical way.  Isobel was sort of skinny, while her sister, Marion, was a little stocky.  Ginger thought that they were matched in many ways, otherwise, including rather ample breasts and broad, curvaceous hips and lovely derrieres.

Ginger was becoming overwhelmed with feelings that were unexpected.  Her daydreams and her night dreams were so full of Samuel, and her family was quite incestuous, just like herself.  And what to do with Henry was a little sticky at this moment.  Where was he?  Was he involved with someone, say his pretty secretary, whom she had met at the company BBQ last year?  She caught her once just tap her husband on the butt and Henry smiled.  Was that so innocent or was that something she should have thought about?  And, what of all this family involved with each other’s sexuality?  Was this common or was she and her family so bizarre and quite unusual?  She had a lot of questions but she had no certain answers.  Was she having some sort of nervous breakdown?  Did she need to see a shrink or family psychotherapist?  “Hmm,” she said aloud to no one in particular.  She looked around and found that Jennifer and Jonathan, Isobel and Marion were looking at her and waiting for her to say something more definitive than, “Hmm.”  Ginger started smiling and announced, “I’m going to take a nice warm bath and just relax.  Would any of you like to join me in the tub?”  Her children laughed while they stripped down to nakedness with her and joined her in the tub!  They splashed around and had a ball.  There was some soapy water touching and some stimulating touching.  They towelled off and jumped into the king-sized four poster bed in the large master bedroom, where Henry found them.  They were all entwined and some were tightly joined and all were sleeping as if dead.  Henry shrugged his shoulders and undressed and joined his family, enjoying some entwining and enjoining, all on his own.

In the morning, a communal shower was enjoyed by everyone.  Six black hairy spiders were swept down the drain.  At breakfast, everyone was talkative and optimistic concerning what they were going to do that day.  The kids went off to school and Henry led his wife back to bed for a morning of excitement.  They didn’t break until the lunchtime came.  They enjoyed their nakedness as Henry made one of his delicious creations with four eggs, mushrooms and sweet peppers.  They talked of many things including their four happy children and Ginger’s brother, Samuel.  Sir Henry floored his wife by his suggestion.  “Why don’t we surprise your brother and call him, now.  I’d like to get him involved in our lives, again, and ensure that you are happy with me and him as rivals or intimate friends.  Whaddya say, my beautiful and vigourous young wife?”  Ginger was still naked and was glowing as she made the phone call to Atlanta.  Sam was quite excited to be asked to take a week’s vacation and come to Cabbage Town to stay with them to renew old friendships and family relationships.  Ginger smiled and said, “I’m very happy with you, Henry.  Would you like another hour or so of making love?  I’m in a loving mood and I would love to share my quivering young body with you, immediately, if not sooner, eh?”

The week with Samuel was a grand family re-union with a lot of sex and communal bathing.  Henry and his brother-in-law and Henry’s pretty secretary, Henrietta, were a gas together.  One night, the eight of them, four happy adults and four happy children, all got in a king-sized bed, together, and the bed caved in under all the vigourous activity.  So many black hairy spiders were about, and crawled all over every naked body, tickling all the way, not chasing any of them, away.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

October 12, 2013