When I was younger and living with my grandparents in West Virginia, I often had to share a room and a bed with visiting relatives. Because I was openly a lesbian, and a little butch (ok, more than a little butch) my grandpa, who considered me immoral and an embarrassment, used to always pair me up with male relatives. Because he was just certain that I'd have sex with any girl he dared leave alone with me. This backwoods way of thinking often led to awkward situations in bed at night.

Two situations I remember clearly involved an uncle of mine and a male cousin. The first was my uncle. I was about fourteen at the time. We were in bed with the lights out and I'd just woken out of a deep sleep. I was a little disoriented and lay there in the dark. That was when I realized someone was in bed with me...but who?? I reached a hand down and felt a hairy leg. What the fuck, I frowned. Then I tocuhed something hard. I honestly didn't know what it was. I felt it, wrapped a hand on it, trying to think... and then it hit me. I jerked my hand back, and thought oh yuck how gross.... but my uncle had woken up, or maybe he'd already been awake.
"Don't stop honey," he said huskily and reached down to take my hand and pull it back to his crotch. He pulled his shorts down, so his cock sprang out beneath the cover and he wrapped my hand back around it.
"That felt good what you was doing," he said. "Don't worry, I won't say nothing to grandma. You just keep right on doing what you was doing. We'll keep it between us."
Feeling that I had no recourse I jacked him off while he rubbed my legs. I felt so gross doing it. He came all over my blanket and then asked me if I wanted him to "do me back" I said no and curled up and went to sleep.

The incident with my cousin happened when I was sixteen, going on seventeen. Again, I had been asleep and woke up. Only this time, I woke up because something wasn't right. I lay still and realized my cousin was fingering me. I could feel his hand between my legs and two of his fingers inside of me. I couldn't believe he'd do that to me. He knew I was gay and told me he respected that. But now, here I was laying in bed with my shorts and panties pulled down and his hand where it shouldn't be.
I stared down at him. He smiled. "It ain't bad is it?? Being with a guy, I mean."
I didn't know what to say. If I made a fuss, I'd come out on the short end. Everybody hated me because I was gay. They wouldn't take my side.
He crawled up toward me and pushed me down, climbing on top of me. I heard him unzip his fly and I told him I didn't want to. He just smiled and said I'd like it. Then I felt him reach down between my legs and push himself into me. I clamped my eyes shut and grit my teeth while he fucked me. After what felt like forever, I felt him cum inside of me and then roll off of my body and sigh.
"Admit it," he said. "That felt great."
I just lay there and cried.
"Stupid queer bitch," he muttered after a minute and lay back down at his end.

The morning on my 18th birthday I packed my bags and left and I've never gone back. I moved in with a girl I met online and now we live together with her family in California. Their country people too, but at least they aren't stuck in the 17th century.