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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Forty-Eight

   Surprise!  A few days later, Brianne arrived in the middle of the day,
not the middle of the night.  After lunch, Anna and I were in our
bedchamber getting dressed to go outside for a short walk.  The others were
scattered around somewhere as usual.  When we walked, hand in hand, into
Aimee's room we were surprised by what we saw.

   Her twin brother, Brian, was brown: brown hair, brown eyes, and brown
freckles on his face.  Brianne was blonde: short shining golden hair,
smooth and flawless milky-white skin with no freckles, face all relaxed,
cheeks slightly pink, and full lips darker pink.  She was another beautiful
young woman-child with long slim arms and legs and hardly any breasts.  She
was more of a child, just beginning to become a woman, than any of the
others when they arrived.  I suppose I'd never seen such a picture of
innocence and virginity and beauty, the kind of child most grownups would
instinctively want to care for and protect.  She was sleeping peacefully on
her side, knees drawn up together.  Both of her breasts were exposed, just
slight mounds with pink areolas and tiny nipples.  Between her legs, I saw
nothing but a crease in her little rounded mound, smooth and hairless as a
prepubescent girl.

   I gently covered her body with a blanket and nodded to Anna to awaken
her.  She didn't.  She walked over in front of Aimee's screen and I heard
her whisper.

   "Call Brian.  Tell him his sister is here, sleeping peacefully, and he
should be the one to awaken her."

   A few seconds later, I heard the sound of running naked feet slapping
the floor out in the hallway and then Brian burst in and ran to his
sister's side.  He stood smiling down at her for a moment and then looked
up at me and Anna.

   "I told you she was beautiful," he whispered.

   I nodded.  Anna nodded and asked, "Would you like to wake her up?"

   <><><>

   Eleven of us spent most of the morning working in the garden, already
planting a few cool weather vegetables and getting everything ready for the
big spring planting in a few days.  Jean-Nicole and her sou-chefs, Anna and
Brianne, spent the morning in the kitchen and then fed us a great lunch
with some of my favorite dishes: an oyster casserole, pork picata with
fresh lemon slices, brown and crusty baked rutabagas cut in bit-size
pieces, mixed greens sautéed in olive oil and garlic, and freshly-baked
sourdough bread.  I knew we'd have left-overs for dinner, the same thing,
and I looked forward to it.

   All fourteen of us went back to the garden after lunch and worked for a
while longer.  About mid-afternoon, we were all walking back home
hand-in-hand, in loincloths and moccasins, Anna and I together, of course.
I looked at the other couples: Iain with Caitlyn, Matt with Jean-Nicole,
James with Sam, and Toby with Renée.

   I noted that Brianne was walking with Pyotr and Brian with Petra, the
two young couples also hand-in-hand.  Anna and I had talked with the four
of them, making sure that nobody pressured Brianne into something for which
she wasn't ready.  Pyotr assured me that he wouldn't and that they would
all talk to me and Anna before they did anything but play a little.  All we
could do was trust them.

   James caught up with us just as we walked up on the terraces at home,
put his hand on my shoulder, and nodded at the higher terrace.  I knew what
he wanted or what I thought he wanted.  The two of us peeled off from the
procession and went up the stairs to the small high terrace.

   "Whassup?" I asked.

   He didn't answer.  Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, nestled his
head in the crook of my neck and shoulder, took a couple of deep breaths,
and relaxed.  I put my arms around him with one hand behind his head,
stroked his fine soft hair, breathed deeply a couple of times, and relaxed.


   "Is it really OK for me to call you Dad?" he whispered.  "I wish you had
been my real dad for all of my life."

   "Is it OK for me to call you Son?" I whispered back.  "I couldn't be
prouder of the man you're becoming, James.  I couldn't love you anymore if
you were my real son.  I feel honored that you want me to be a father to
you."

   He squeezed me tightly and I think I heard him sob.  I knew that he
sometimes became very emotional when he came to me for a hug.  It affected
me emotionally too, in a good way.

   He whispered barely audibly, "Sometimes I wish I could go to a
psychologist or a, what is it, a psychiatrist, I don't know the difference,
and maybe he could help me stop needing something so much.  I don't want be
a pest to you."

   "James, you're never a pest to me," I said.  "I really feel honored that
you wanted me to adopt you.  Anna says she's adopted you too.  She says
it's OK for you to call her Mom occasionally if you want to."

   "You don't think I'm sick or something, I mean, for needing to be held
and loved sometimes?  I can be OK for days or weeks and then all of a
sudden I just need something, really need it, and that's when I come to
you. I can love Sam and she holds me but she doesn't satisfy that need. 
You hugging me does."

   "James, you know my history.  I lost my father when I was twelve and
that still hurts me.  Same with losing my mother when I was fourteen.  Do
what I do to lessen the pain.  Give your love to others.  Give most of it
to Sam but share it with everybody else here too.  It's a good way to fill
up your emptiness.  I know.  Come to me when you need to be hugged and
loved.  I don't mind.  I like it."

   "Well, that brings up something else and I don't know what's the right
thing to do," he said.  "Sam says she enjoyed her quickie with you when we
played Rover and she wants us to get together with you and Anna one night
and play.  You know, just slow loving fun having sex.  If I'm adopted by
you and Anna, is that still OK?"

   "James, in our old world, perhaps not.  Here, we make our own rules.  I
can't speak for Anna but I think she would enjoy playing with you again.  I
wouldn't object to playing with Sam either.  After dinner tonight, let's
get together, the four of us, and talk about it.  I just don't want to do
it tonight because I'm tired after swinging a mattock so much.  Leave it up
to Anna to decide if we do it and when."

   "We want to talk to you and Anna too," he said.  "When we argued, that
really hurt both of us.  Maybe you can help us so we don't argue like that
again."

   "You know it's really up to you and Sam; don't you?  Maybe Anna and I
can help but you two are the ones who must decide what's right and wrong in
your relationship."

   "I know.  You said Anna's three months pregnant; didn't you?" he asked.
"Does she still want to have sex?"

   "James, she still needs to be loved, still needs to be held just like
you do, still needs to know she is desirable," I said.  "I'm trying to
satisfy her needs too, by being extra gentle and tender and loving.  I
don't think I'll be letting my beast loose with her until she's had the
baby and lets me know she wants it that way.  And, yeah, she still wants to
have sex.  I try to combine sex with lots of love and that's what I think
she wants.  If you play with her, that's the way you should be, just very
slow and gentle and loving."

   He pulled my head down to his, kissed me on the cheek, and turned me
loose.  I smiled at him and he smiled back.  Maybe he felt filled up again.
I did too.

   "Let's go eat dinner," he said.  "I'm starved."

   I grabbed his arm to hold him back for a moment.

   "Tomorrow morning, Matt and I are going to do something and we need to
borrow some good ears.  Would you and Sam help me and ask Toby and Renée to
help Matt.  We just need you to stand and listen while we bang on the
walls."

   He looked at me questioningly and I knew he wanted more of an
explanation.

   "I think there's another secret door somewhere here," I said.  "It's
well hidden, like the door to the escape tunnels in the control center at
the end of the hallway, and that's why we haven't noticed it before.  Matt
and I are going to bang on the walls with a mallet and we need somebody to
stand about ten feet away and listen to the sound.  It will probably be
different if there's a solid backing to the wall or if there's a hidden
room behind it."

   "OK.  We can do that," he said.  "Now I'm ready to eat a few helpings of
Jean-Nicole's delicious leftovers.  Maybe after that, Toby and I will get
together with Renée and Sam and eat some delectable pussies."

   "Well, just be slow and gentle," I said.  "Don't go lickity-split."

   He grinned and punched me gently on the shoulder.

   <><><>

   After dinner, Anna and I sat down on one side of a table and James and
Sam sat on the other.  I told Anna that James and Sam wanted to play with
us one night and she smiled and acquiesced.  With that out of the way, we
talked about the argument that the two of them had.  I deliberately asked
them not to tell me what the argument was about.

   "I wish I felt more like a woman and not so much like a girl," Sam said.
"It's not easy being fifteen and trying to keep a man, I mean, a boy,
whatever James is, to keep him happy.  I love him but sometimes I don't
know what I should do."

   "I'm the same way," James said.  "I love Sam but I guess I don't
understand women in general, you know, what she wants and what I should do
to keep her happy."

   "Join the club," I said.  "Women are still a mystery to me too."

   "Yeah, but you and Anna have been together longer than we have and you
never seem to argue," Sam said.

   I thought about that for a second.  In all the time I had known Anna, I
couldn't think of any time when we had argued.

   "Sam, James is just fifteen too but he's already a man," Anna said. 
"It's hard to believe how much he's changed since he came here.  You've
changed too.  You're much more mature and I'm not just talking about your
body."

   "Well, that's what James and I want to talk about with you and David,"
Sam said.  "I know we acted like little children when we were mad at each
other.  That really hurt me and I know it hurt James too.  We want you two
to help us, to keep from doing stupid things like that again."

   We sat for a while, talking about how to get along with another person
without arguing.  I tried to dredge my memory of the relationship I had
with Anna and why I never felt the need to argue with her.  I tried to put
together something to help the two young lovers.

   "Look, you're still very young.  You've got almost your whole lives
ahead of you.  Think about what you want your life to be like when you're
twenty, thirty, forty, even eighty.  James has never had a real family. 
Sam, you had a family but you say it wasn't a good one.  You two have an
opportunity to create your own loving happy family.  Would you be happy at
thirty with some kids calling you Mommy and Daddy?  How about when you're
fifty, and maybe your first grandchild is soon due.  How about when you're
seventy and you're old and have nine grandkids?  Take a long-term view like
that."

   They looked at each other and smiled.

   "James, Sam, I never realized that David and I never argue but I don't
suppose we do," Anna said.  "I love David so much and so deeply that I feel
we're just two different halves of the same entity.  I know he loves me the
same way.  Give your love time and space to grow.  It seems to me you two
are perfect for each other."

   "James, think about this." I said.  "You've got testicles which produce
sperm by the millions.  Your body saves them up in semen.  You've got a
penis which gets hard so it can enter Sam's body and eject that semen.  Sam
has ovaries which, every month or so, release an egg or two.  They drift
down her fallopian tubes.  If one of your sperm finds that egg, it buries
itself in it and that creates a new life which will become a new human
being.  It's like a miracle, like something sacred, the way life has
organized itself to combine two lives into one and continue life in a new
body.  Try to imagine how I feel now that Anna and I have done that.  She's
the most precious thing in this world to me now.  She's carrying a new life
in her which is a continuation of our separate lives."

   "David, you're being eloquent again," Sam said.

   "Maybe but there's something else you two should understand," I said. 
"Love is synergistic.  The more you love someone else, the happier that
person will be.  The other person will be happy being loved and will want
to return that love in greater quantity.  When you can bounce your love
back and forth between the two of you and it grows and matures, you will be
as content and happy as Anna and I are."

   "So you're saying we should take a long-term view and just love each
other as much as possible and let our love grow," James said.  "That's it?"

   "It's not complicated, James," Anna said.  "It really isn't."

   <><><>

   We assembled in the hallway the next morning after breakfast and split
into two teams, me as the banger with James and Sam as the listeners, Matt
with Toby and Renée.  My instructions to the two teams were to start by
crawling around the back of the room, face near the floor, looking for any
marks on the floor like scratches or maybe tire tracks.  That provoked more
than one incredulous look but I didn't want to explain why.  I just wanted
them to look for any unusual or suspicious marking on the floor near the
wall.  I knew that, if there was a hidden door, it had to be in the wall at
the back of the room.  It couldn't be on the sides since most rooms abutted
another one.  If what I thought the secret room contained was moved in and
out constantly, I felt sure the floor would be scratched or marred.

   We started at the front of our home, me with James and Sam in the
exercise chamber, Matt with Toby and Renée in the lounge chamber.

   James and Sam went to the left of the door and I went to the right.  We
got down on hands and knees, face as low as possible, and crawled halfway
around the back of the room.  We met near the middle, all shook our heads
negatively, and continued our crawl.  There was nothing unusual on the
floor near the wall.

   I was ready with a mallet I had made to use in making shingles.  At
Anna's insistence, I had covered the heads of two mallets with a couple of
layers of cloth to keep from marring the walls.  Matt had one and I had the
other.  I waited for him to make the first bang and then I made the second,
striking in the middle of the wall.  James and Sam stood a distance away
and listened.  Matt banged again and I banged immediately after.  We went
across the wall, about a meter at a time, me banging, James and Sam
listening, and I saw two heads shaking negatively again when I finished. 
When I returned to the hallway, Matt and his crew were there shaking their
heads.

   We moved down the hallway to the tools and weapons storeroom and the
clothing storeroom.  I stopped in the open doorway of the tools storeroom
and realized that, if a secret room existed, I knew where it was.  The
metal-like door at the back end of the hallway was heavy and double wide.
So was the front door.  Each door to the sleeping chambers was about a
meter wide, about three feet.  The doors to the clothing and tools
storerooms were about two meters wide, double wide.  I knew all the aisles
in the clothing storeroom were perhaps a meter apart.  Before me, I saw a
single wider aisle between the two sets of shelves.  It was about two
meters wide.  I knew the door had to be at the back wall in front of me.

   "I know where the secret door is," I said.  "Aimee, call everybody and
tell them to come to the tools storeroom."

   A few minutes later, there were fourteen of us crowded in the wide aisle
of the tools storeroom, fifteen if I counted Aimee and I knew she was with
us, sixteen if I counted Lucky.  I told the crowd about my belief that a
secret door was at the end of the aisle and I thought I knew what would be
inside.

   "James, Toby, would you two examine the floor at the end of the aisle,"
I said.  "Then tell me whether I've reasoned this out right."

   Two beautiful young men or boys, clad only in loincloths as usual, got
down on hands and knees and examined the floor near the wall.  Two smiling
faces turned toward me at the same time.  They didn't need to say a word.

   "OK, we've found it," I said.  "Now we have to open it.  I'm going to
let everybody go inside and look, just look, without touching anything. 
I'm not sure what all is inside and some of it may be dangerous.  If you
see something you want to handle, ask me or Matt first.  Understand?  Just
don't touch anything, and I mean anything, without permission."

   I heard a chorus of replies.

   "David, perhaps the door will open if Renée and Brian say the same words
that opened my door to the knowledge of Iain's world," Aimee said.  "That
is very easy to try."

   "OK, thanks, Aimee," I said.  "Renée and Brian, front and center.  Say
the magic words.

   They squeezed through the crowd, stood in front of the secret door, and
together said, "The frog is dead." The door slid inward in one motion and
then to the side in another.  The lights came on and there they stood, not
one but two big robots, both painted yellow, parked one behind the other in
the wide center aisle.

   All fourteen of us squeezed into the secret room and started looking. 
Matt and I both stood and looked at the robots, trying to reason how they
worked.  Anna and Jean-Nicole wandered away to look at the other stuff.

   Both robots were mounted on fat tires about a foot in diameter, at the
four corners of the base.  The base was a rectangle about two meters by one
and a half.  About a meter from the floor, there was an indentation in the
robot which held two arms, something like a praying mantis, straight up for
perhaps two meters, folded down for about two, then back up for another
two. Each arm could extend to the side for about six meters and I knew that
was enough for one robot to carve out each bed chamber and the sleeping
alcoves on each side simultaneously without being moved around much.

   At the end of the long arms, there were attachments which I reasoned
would hold the digging or blasting tools and something else.  I glanced to
my right side and saw floor bins containing long rolls of heavy tubing,
something like fire hoses.  Beyond the bins, I saw shelves containing
devices which might be attached at the end of the arms.  It was all a
mystery but I felt sure we had found the devices which carved out our home.

   Toby called for me to come look at what he had found.  I glanced at the
shelves to my left and saw piles of knives, machetes, swords, and axes, all
looking well used but recently sharpened.  I walked around the first row of
shelves and found Toby.  He was looking at a bunch of small crossbows.

   The bows seemed to be a combination of a Red Rider BB gun and a bow. 
The bow was less than a meter wide.  The rifle part in the middle had a
cocking attachment and there was an air chamber with it.  At the end of the
gun there was a groove for an arrow.  I glanced to one side and saw boxes,
one opened, containing lots of short arrows.

   "Matt, see if you can figure out how it works," I said.

   He picked up one, worked the cocking attachment, the string was pulled
back, and the bow bent a little.  He cocked it again and the bow was bent
farther.  Again.  Again.  With the fifth cocking, I heard a movement of
air, like air was being compressed into the chamber underneath the bow. 
Again, and more air.  Again, more air.  He pointed the bow at the wall and
pulled the trigger.  The arms of the bow snapped back to their original
shape and I heard a swift expulsion of air.

   "It's a combination crossbow and air gun," Matt said.  "A hunter can use
just the crossbow if he wishes but he can also get more power from the air
gun.  It's light enough to carry easily and I think it will have lots of
killing power.  I want one."

   "Aimee, can you still hear me," I asked.

   "Yes, David, I can hear you through the open door," she said.  "I do not
have the ability to see inside that chamber."

   "Aimee, Matt has first choice on a crossbow," I said.  "Let everybody
else tell you what they want and keep a list.  Matt and Iain and I will
decide who gets what.  There's more than enough for everybody to have two
or three items.  After everybody has their first choice, we'll let them
have second choices, maybe thirds."

   "David, here's something else we can use," Iain said, from out of sight.
"I want one of these."

   I walked through the rows of stuff to Iain's side.  At first glance, I
thought he had found paintball guns and boxes of paintballs.  I stood and
just looked for a moment.

   "Paintballs?" I said.

   "No, David," Iain said.  "All the balls are the same color gray.  I can
read the writing on the side of the boxes.  The guns shoot something like
paintballs but they're for incapacitating animals.  I think we could shoot
wolves with them and the impact will release the fluid inside and they
would be rendered unconscious.  We wouldn't have to kill animals if they
menace us.  If we can find the goats which Aimee says are somewhere on the
mountain, we can incapacitate them and then begin to domesticate them. 
We'd have a source of fresh milk, maybe even make cheese."

   "I want one of those," Anna said.

   For the next hour or so, we wandered around in the secret room, looking
at all the wondrous things and telling Aimee when we wanted one.  There
were lots of tools which I knew were power tools but I was unsure what most
were used for.  I knew we had a lot to learn.

   Matt and I went back to the robots and their attachments and tried to
reason how they worked.  I saw a place to plug in a big extension cord on
the robots so I knew they had to have batteries in the base.  When I looked
for a wall plug, I found two just in front of the robot butted up against
the wall.  I had no idea what we might do with them but I wanted to get
them working anyway.  Maybe we could create more rooms if we needed them.
After a while, I called to everybody that we had to leave our treasures and
we slowly filed out.

   "Aimee, can you restrict entry to the secret room?" I asked.  "We'll
leave the door open so anybody can stand outside and look but no one may
enter without Matt or Iain or me.  We'll come back later and look some more
and anyone else is welcome to look too."

   "Yes, David, entry is now restricted," she answered.

   "Aimee, do you know how the robots work?" I asked.  "Maybe we could make
them work without instructions but I hope that's not necessary."

   "Yes, David," she answered.  "From my knowledge of Iain's old world, I
find that I have information on how the robots work.  I will start
translating it immediately so it will be available to you in English when
you wish."

   <><><>

   After dinner the following day, I did the washing up duties again with
James carrying dirty dishes, Anna rinsing, and Sam racking.  James looked
at me and raised his eyebrows.  I knew what his gesture meant.  I nodded.
When I asked Anna if she would like to play with James while I played with
Sam, she said she'd welcome a young stud once in a while when her old man
was too tired.  I just smiled because I didn't ever remember being too
tired to make love with her.  Of course we all knew what our plans were for
the night.  We just wanted the others to hear what we were going to be
doing.

   The four of us showered together, James and Anna bathing together and
Sam with me.  I knew we weren't in a hurry when both females wanted their
hair shampooed.  We weren't going to get in bed until their hair had been
brushed and dried.

   "I love your red hair," I whispered to Sam.

   I was standing behind her, shampooing her bronze-red hair with both
hands.  She had her head tilted back slightly.

   "You don't like my freckles?" she whispered back and turned around.

   I looked down at her freckled face, eyes closed, soap suds running down
her face, red freckles on forehead and cheeks, skin milky white and
flawless.

   "No, I don't like them.  I love them.  You're a beautiful woman, Sam. 
Your freckles just make you uniquely beautiful."

   I pushed her under the shower to rinse the soap out of her hair and off
her face.

   "Flattery will get you everywhere, David."

   "I hope so.  Do you want me to bathe the rest of you?"

   "Do you mind?"

   I didn't answer.  I soaped up a washcloth and started on her back.  Her
shoulders were covered with freckles but they faded out and the skin on the
rest of her back and on her derriere was just milky-white perfection.  I
didn't know whether she wanted me to wash between her rounded cheeks but
she put her hands behind her and pulled them apart.  I wanted to put
something in there besides my washcloth-covered fingers.

   I glanced at Anna and James.  He was gently and reverently washing her
already slightly-larger breasts with his soapy hands.  His penis was
already pointing at the ceiling.  She saw me watching and put her fingers
on James' cheeks, leaned forward, and kissed him.  I saw her pink tongue
teasing him.  I couldn't help but grin.

   When Sam turned around, she looked down at my penis, well on its way to
a hard-on, and smiled.  She knew the effect she was having.  She held her
head tilted up and smiled at me when I washed her beautiful young breasts.
My penis lifted up to a horizontal position.

   "If you kneel down, I can hold on to your shoulders while you wash my
legs and feet," she said.

   I could play the subservient male, especially to such a beautiful young
girl.  I knelt in front of her, my eyes about even with her navel but
looking down at the little red patch at the apex of her thighs.  I couldn't
see anything back between her legs but I knew where it was and I knew my
penis was going to be in it sometime tonight.

   Again I glanced to the side and saw James kneel in front of Anna.  She
put her hands on his shoulders and lifted one leg.  I knew she was aware of
me watching when she wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue.

   Afterwards Sam washed me all over, minus the hair shampooing and
thankfully with no prolonged stroking of my penis with her soapy hands.  I
glanced at James and Anna again and saw that he was in good hands with her.

   Later we were in bed together, the four of us crowded together in the
alcove where Anna and I usually slept, me spooned up to Sam, James cuddled
up to Anna, both guys with one hand on their partner's breast, in no hurry
to start our sex-play, when I thought of something else that might help
James and Sam.

   "James, Sam, let me tell you about a dream I had sometime before Anna's
arrival.  I remember it was after Iain told me why we were here but before
Anna came.  I was walking somewhere in the woods, up a slight incline,
maybe on a mountain, fully dressed, and I began to feel that I was becoming
lighter and lighter.  I wasn't afraid or worried.  I welcomed the feeling.
After a while, I was so light that my feet were hardly touching the ground.
Then they weren't touching, even though I kept walking.  As I lifted up, my
clothing fell away somehow and I was completely naked.  I threw my arms out
to the sides, threw my head back, hung motionless, and surrendered to the
feeling of being lifted up toward the top of the mountain.  I closed my
eyes but I knew that something was shining in front of me and it was
becoming more intense.  I smiled.  I remember that because I knew it was
something good and I should yield completely to it and let it draw me to it
or in it.  Then I don't know how it ended because my body jerked me back
down and I woke up."

   "How can you remember a dream?" Sam asked.  "Mine usually fade away and
after a while I don't remember anything about it."

   "I don't usually remember them either but this one was just so real and
intense and captivating that I fixed it in my memory as soon as I woke up."

   "OK, what's the point?" James said.  "Why are you telling us about it?"

   "Because I wonder if it was my love for Anna that was asking me to
surrender to it.  In what little time we had together in our old world, I
might have had doubts about loving her.  After that dream, I consciously
made a decision to surrender completely to loving her if she ever came to
me.  Maybe I knew she was coming.  It's a mystery to me, just like so much
of my life."

   "You're telling us to surrender to loving each other completely," aren't
you?" Sam said.  "That's what you've done with Anna and you're happier than
you've ever been and you think we could be the same way."

   "No, I'm just telling you about a strange dream I had one night," I
said. "That's all.  You can interpret it any way you want to."

   "I'll think about it tomorrow," James said.  "What are we going to do
tonight?"

   "Let's let Anna and Sam be the leaders," I suggested.  "Sam wanted to
have this play date.  Why don't we let her tell us what to do first?"

   "Anything I want to?" Sam questioned.

   I nodded.

   "You and James side by side, on your backs." She said.  "Anna and I are
going for a ride."

   James and I moved close together with just enough room between us for
our jockey's legs.  He held his dick straight up, waited until I did the
same, and then bent his neck and looked at mine.

   "Can you ladies wait just a minute?" he asked.  "There's something I
want to do first.  It won't take more than a jiffy.

   Sam and Anna both nodded.  James rolled over and straddled me, sitting
on my thighs.  I remembered a time when he and Iain and I had been the only
ones here and he had done that.

   He moved forward a little until his testicles were resting on top of
mine, put his fingers under my dick, his thumb over his dick, and pressed
out two dicks together.

   "Hot damn," he said.  "I'm catching up with you, David.  When I came
here about ten months ago, your dick was about two inches longer.  Now your
dick is about one inch longer.  At this rate, my dick is going to be longer
than yours in about a year."

   "Aimee, is James right?" I asked.  "I know you measured our body
proportions when we came here.  Did you measure our penises when they were
erect?"

   "Yes, David, I constantly measure everything about your body," she
answered.  "In order to learn about you, I need to observe changes as you
age."

   "Well, is James right?" Sam asked.

   "James' erect penis has grown since he arrived," she answered.  "That is
normal for young males still in puberty.  David's penis has not.  That is
normal for mature males."

   "How much has James grown, Aimee?" Anna asked.

   "When he came here, his erect penis was 5.5 inches or 13.97
centimeters," she answered.  "It is now 6.6 inches or 16.74 centimeters. 
David, shall I continue to give measurements in both inches and
centimeters?"

   "Yes, Aimee, some of us are more comfortable with inches.  I would like
you to continue with both for a while and then gradually phase out the use
of inches in favor of centimeters."

   "How big is mine going to be, Aimee?" James asked.

   "If it continues at the same growth rate until you are forty years old,
the head of your penis will be hanging down below your knees," she answered
and then giggled.  "At age sixty, the head will be dragging the ground."

   "Aw, come on, Aimee," he said, petulantly.

   "James, I can not predict the future rate of changes in your body.  Any
changes will result from the genes you carry and what you do with your
body. You know that."

   When we all quit laughing, James rolled off and stretched out beside me
again.  Sam and Anna promptly straddled our bodies, sitting on our thighs.
I snorted or laughed every time I pictured James with his dick dragging the
ground.  Sam waited for me to quiet down.

   "Aimee, how big is David's dick?" she asked.

   "It is 7.65 inches long or 19.43 centimeters, Sam," Aimee answered. 
"The length varies a little each time it is erect.  That is an average."

   "Well, I'm going to try to stuff ever damned centimeter of his tianga in
my little bouchi," Sam declared.

   "I'm warning you, Sam," Anna said.  "If you do, you'll walk funny
tomorrow."

   "That's OK.  I think we should first make sure their dicks are good and
hard," Sam said.  "Do you think that's a good way to start?"

   "I think that's a very good way, Sam," Anna replied.  "You are the one
who wanted to play with David tonight.  Do you want him all by yourself or
will you share?"

   "What do you mean?" Sam asked.

   "When David and I have played with another couple in the past, the guys
usually swap for the first time and then swap back for the second.  That
way they both get sloppy seconds."

   "Are we going to do it twice?" Sam asked and giggled.  "Do you think
they can?"

   "Well, I can but I'm not going to stop with two times," James said. 
"After we swap once, I want to swap twice, then three times, then four, and
then keep on swapping for the rest of the night."

   "Yeah, me too," I said.  "Then after we eat breakfast, we want to meet
you ladies back here and swap some more.  I think I can go until lunch at
noon but I've got to eat to keep up my energy.  Is that OK with you,
James?"

   "Sounds like a good plan, David," he said.  "I'm with you all the way."

   "I thought I might suck your dick a little, James," Anna said.  "I don't
want to while you and David are bragging."

   James mimicked zipping his lips and then tried to giggle with his mouth
closed.

   I watched as Anna moved back a little, bent over, pushed James' foreskin
back, and took the head in her mouth.  For a few seconds, James and Sam and
I watched what she was doing.  I was about to ask Sam to do me the same way
when she sco0ted back, pushed my foreskin down, and took the head in her
hot little mouth.  Then I closed my eyes and let her suck.  Hard?  Damn, my
dick was hard enough to drive a spike.

   When she stopped, I opened her eyes.  Sam was looking at my face and
smiling.  I smiled back.  She moved up over my stomach, over my chest, even
over my shoulders, and settled her little bouchi down over my face.  That
was OK with me.  I could lick her little pussy all day.

   I curled my arms and hands around her thighs, down between her legs, put
my fingers on the soft mounds, pulled apart, looked up and down her bouchi,
and saw her red and pink and coral pussy all exposed for my tongue.  I
checked to see if her clit was out in the open or if it was still covered.
I didn't see it.  I knew I had my work cut out for me.

   I moved down farther between her legs and licked her from her pink
pucker over her perineum and up through her vulva all the way to her little
patch of red pubic hair.  She groaned so I did it again.  Asshole to pubic
patch.  Then I settled down and concentrated on the little inner lips,
pointing my tongue, teasing them apart, licking up to her hidden clit.  She
moaned continuously.  At first, there was no taste or smell down there but
as I licked, I smelled her cassolette and tasted it.  My already hard dick
probably got harder if that was possible.

   I knew her little dick should be hard too so I pushed up on the soft
mounds, the skin on her clitoral shaft moved back, and it popped out, all
wet and shiny.  Each time I licked up one side or the other, I made sure
that my tongue slid over the little red devil.  Sam was still moaning
continuously.  I wondered if she was about to have an orgasm.  Then Anna
said something.

   "James, where did you learn how to please a woman?"

   "You taught me," he muttered, head between her thighs, and then giggled.

   "Well, may I use your tianga to go for a ride?" she asked.  "Sam, when
we go for a ride, I don't want to race.  I want to enjoy riding James'
Arabian steed."

   "Well, I'm going to go for a ride on David's Clydesdale," Sam said.

   "Just don't horse around," James said and giggled again.

   I lay there with my hands on my chest or behind my head and watched Sam
as she groaned and panted and strained to stuff my dick up her pussy. 
Maybe I could have helped her but it was too damned good to just let her
have her way with my dick with no effort on my part.  A couple of times, I
thought she had taken as much as she could but she rested and then resumed
her efforts.

   Finally she got it all and I lay there looking at the sweet misery on
her face while she rested before going for her ride.  She lifted her
derriere a little, slid back down, and then rode me like that for a minute
or so, just straight up and down.  Finally, she added the same pelvic
movement Anna uses sometimes, rocking back and forth when my dick was all
the way in her.  I knew what that meant and so I decided to help her.

   I stuck my thumb in my mouth, wet it with saliva, and then pressed it
against her little red pearl.  That did it.  She squealed, lapsed into
moaning, and her little bouchi tried to strangle my tianga.

   I waited for a minute or so and then caught her by the waist, lifted her
up a few inches, and gave her a rapid-fire barrage of thrusts.  Probably
less than a minute later, I shut my eyes, moaned, and squirted out a load
of hot semen carrying millions of little sperm against her cervix.

   I lay there for a while waiting for my heart to stop racing and my
breathing to return to normal.  When I opened my eyes, James and Anna were
both motionless and both had a slight satisfied smile on their faces. 
While I looked, James opened his eyes, turned his head to look at me, and
showed me a beautiful white-teeth red-lips grin.  I nodded to him.  He
nodded back.

   Sam rolled off me and flopped between me and James.  Anna dismounted off
James, pushed him to the rear of the bed, and flopped beside Sam.  Nobody
said anything.  We lay there in the afterglow for a while until Anna had to
go.

   "I've got to pee," she said.  "Sam, are you coming"

   "No, I just came," she giggled, but she crawled over me and stood up.  I
crawled out and held out my hand to Anna.  She put her hand in mine for
just a moment, then took Sam's had, and the two almost ran for the toilet
chamber.  James crawled out, took my hand, and we followed them.

   In the men's side, James and I stood side by side and had a good piss.
Then we went to the bathing chamber, wiped the sweat of a few places with a
wet washcloth, wiped our dicks off, and went back to our bedchamber.  I
expected the ladies to take longer but I thought they were never going to
come back.  Finally they did.

   "What took you so long?" James asked.

   "Anna says we're not through for the night," Sam said.  "She says she
and David are going to show us something we'll like.  We had to wash up a
little where you guys made a mess.  Damn men, always making a mess and
walking off and leaving it."

   "James, Sam, we'll all curl up and go to sleep if you say so," I said.
"Are you OK with playing for a while longer?"

   James and Sam answered OK at the same time.  I looked at Anna.

   "Sam, I want you on your back in the middle of the bed," she said.  "The
other three of us are going to begin with you."

   "All three?" she asked.

   "Yes, and then we're going to give James a turn, all three, then me,
then David.  Just be slow and gentle and see if we can rekindle the fire in
four fireplaces."

   I knew what I wanted to do to warm Sam up.  I wanted to fasten my mouth
on her little pussy and get another helping of her cassolette.  I grabbed a
pillow and put it under her hips.

   Anna started to move between her legs but I stopped her and assumed the
position.  I watched as James kissed Sam and Anna lowered her head to Sam's
breasts.  I put my hands behind Sam's knees and pushed back until her knees
were almost in her armpits.

   "Sam, you've got to know when to hold them and when to fold them," I
said, remembering my nights playing poker at the Academy.  "Now it's time
for both."

   She giggled but she caught her legs behind her knees and held them.  Her
pelvis was levered up so her pussy was there before my eyes.  I lowered my
head and quit watching and started feasting.

   Everything about Sam was beautiful.  Her little pubic patch of
bright-red hair, almost bronze, was perfect.  On her little split mound,
there wasn't a single hair, just smooth plump mounds on each side of a
virginal looking slit, no lips protruding, nothing but a little crease
between the halves.  I marveled at the way it had closed after she had
stretched her bouchi around my tianga.  This time I wanted to open it up
with my tongue.

   I slowly and gently licked the little opening and then licked the
engorged little lips until they folded back to each side.  I pulled back
and looked at what was between her legs.  Beautiful!  I closed my eyes and
lowered my head and gave her a long slow lick from her little pink rose bud
all the way to her little red pubis.  And that's when Anna did it.

   I heard what I thought at first was a fart, a loud wet fart.  I looked
up, and Anna had her mouth on Sam's belly.  Sam had not farted.  It was
Anna.  James and Sam and Anna were all grinning and watching my reaction. I
knew James had told Anna to do it.

   "What's wrong, David?" he said.  "Did you think Sam gassed you?"

   Anna pushed me to one side and I relinquished the position to her.  Then
James and I watched Anna licking Sam's pussy for a few seconds, looked at
each other, smiled, and then gave our attention to Sam.  I kissed her with
lips to lips first, and then open mouth to open mouth, tongues probing and
I let her tongue win the battle.  In my peripheral vision, I saw James
lower his head to her breasts.  I let him play while I kissed Sam and then
we swapped places.  He had both Sam's little nipples standing up like wet
pencil erasers.  I alternated between sucking one nipple while I gently
pinched the other with my thumb and one finger.

   Next we let James take his turn between Sam's widespread legs.  Anna and
I watched him for a moment and then turned our attention to Sam again.  I
kept trying to think of something to do to retaliate.  Finally I decided
just to do what he had provoked Anna to do.  I blew the wettest loudest
farts possible on her soft belly.

   After that, at Anna's direction, James got the full treatment from the
other three of us.  I thought I knew where Anna was headed and what she
wanted us to do so I didn't try too hard to give him an orgasm.  I simply
gave his big dick and balls a good sucking and licking.  He lay there
grinning his best, eyes on his dick, while Anna and then Sam sucked and
licked and stroked for a little while.

   Finally, Anna lay there flat on her back, legs spread, knees raised,
while the other three of us worked her over.  I didn't try to get at her
clit.  If Anna told us to, I expected her and Sam to get licked to orgasm
while James and my hard tiangas were stretching their little bouchis.

   Last, the other three got at me and I had my turn at laying there
smiling watching two gals and one guy try to suck the head off my dick. 
When I felt the first urge of an orgasm, I sat up and got in position for
the next challenge.

   I moved to the side of the bed, legs half off, knees bent, feet on the
floor, and pulled Sam's arm until she got the idea.  Of course, she tried
to mount her Clydesdale facing me and I had to make her ride backwards. 
She didn't resist when I pulled until she was leaning back with her hands
holding her ankles.  Anna threw a pillow on the floor between my feet, and
told James to kneel.

   He grinned, knelt before the shrine, and promptly began licking, up the
shaft of my dick on one side, then the other, then the middle, and I knew
his tongue was probably pushing Sam's clitoral hood back.  I made sure her
clit was exposed.  I wrapped both hands around her hips, fingers on her
soft mound, pulled apart and up, and I assumed that exposed her clit to
James' licking tongue.  From the way she moaned, I felt sure her clit was
getting a good licking.

   I wanted to come too but I resisted the urge to shove my dick up in her.
I knew what I wanted to do when I had the opportunity.  Then Sam really let
loose with sound effects and her little pussy tried to strangle my dick.

   As soon as she rolled off, I helped James into position, didn't need to
help Anna, and got down on my knees between their spread legs.  A minute or
so later, it was Anna who was moaning and wiggling.

   As soon as Anna dismounted her pony, I crawled back in the bed.  Sam
held out her arms to me and I crawled on top of her.  With her soft woman's
hands she guided my penis to where it wanted to impale her, just the
uncovered head touching her hot wet pussy.  I eased it in a little and then
stopped.  She wrapped her arms around my chest and her legs around my hips,
her ankles probably crossed, with one heel pressing against the crack of my
ass.  I slid my arms partially under her back and curved my hands around
her shoulders.  That locked her up and I had no intention of letting her
get loose from the fucking I intended to give her.  I looked at her face.
Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.

   I wanted to do something.  No, I needed to do something.  I had not done
it with Anna since she told me she was pregnant.  I knew Anna could let me
do it, even welcomed it on occasion, but I had quit doing it when I learned
she was pregnant.  Would Sam want me to do it?  Could she accept it?  I
really believed that all women in their heart of hearts want a man to do
that with them, that they want to be fucked without mercy.

   "Sam, I want to let me beast loose," I whispered.  "OK?"

   "What do you mean, David?"

   "He means he wants to give you a really good fuck, without restraint,
just fucking like animals because that's what he really is," Anna said. 
"He probably won't kill you but if he does you'll die happy,"

   "You won't hurt me; will you?" Sam asked.

   "Sam, what's the magic word?" James asked.  "You know, the word I've
told you to use with me if I ever did something you didn't like?"

   I looked to the side and saw James on top of Anna, his arms straight
holding him up, Anna's arms straight, her hands holding his dick, about to
show it where to go.

   "Stop?"

   "David, if she says `stop' will you do it?" Anna asked.

   "I'll try," I said.  "Sometimes my big head shuts down completely and my
little head takes over."

   I pulled my hips back until just the head was in her and pushed in
again, a little deeper this time.  I watched her face.  She was still
smiling.  I pulled back and slid my dick in a little deeper, still not all
the way.  She wasn't smiling so I stopped and applied gentle pressure and I
felt her opening up to me.  She groaned.  I knew my dick still wasn't all
the way in her.  I wanted it in so deep no one could tell which one the
balls were on.

   I pulled back and pushed in again.  She groaned and frowned.  I stopped,
slowly pulled back and pushed forward a couple of times.  Her frown
disappeared.

   "OK, Sam?" I asked.

   "I think so," she whispered.

   I applied pressure and slowly, damn slowly, I felt my balls come to rest
on her soft ass cheeks.  All the way in, damn, it was good, feeling her hot
wet vagina gripping my hard penis.  I leaned over and kissed her, felt her
mouth open to me, felt her tongue teasing mine.  I rested, unmoving,
getting ready, waiting, letting her adjust to my dick before I started
fucking her.  Her open mouth welcomed mine and our tongues played.

   I pulled her tighter against me, my hands pulling down on her shoulders
while my hips pressed forward with my dick.  She groaned but she didn't say
`stop'.  How could she with my tongue in her mouth?

   I was ready.  I had held the beast at bay as long as I could.  I needed
to let him loose.  I eased my dick almost out and back in a few times and
it was ready.  I felt her arms tighten around my chest and her heel bumping
my ass.  Each time, I let my balls rest for a second on her soft ass
cheeks.

   I knew it was time.  I had held on to restraint as long as I could.  I
held her by the shoulders, dug in on the mattress with my toes and knees
for traction, and gave her one hard thrust.  She still didn't say anything.

   The beast in me took over and the restraining me gave up and I fucked
her as fast and furiously as the beast demanded.  Sam groaned with each
thrust but she couldn't say anything with my mouth on hers.  The beast
pistoned his penis in and out of her hot wet depths and my testicles drew
up to each side of the shaft.  I was ready.  When the first orgasmic spasm
hit, I shoved my dick in, stopped moving, and spurted again and again in
her depths.  I wasn't conscious of anything but the pleasure of depositing
my semen against the mouth to her womb.

   <><><>

   After breakfast one morning, Aimee asked Anna and me to come to her
room. When we walked in, she closed the door, something she did not usually
do.  That aroused my curiosity.

   "David, please take your chair as far away from my monitor as possible,"
Aimee said.  "Your presence is not necessary but Anna wants you to know
about the state of her pregnancy.  When I ask Anna to hold her breath,
please do the same and do not talk while I am examining Anna."

   "OK, I've done my little bit already," I said.  "I'll be good."

   "Thank you, David," Aimee said.  "Anna, would you please remove your
loin cloth and stand in front of my monitor.  I want to measure your body
proportions again as one measure of your baby's progress."

   I moved a chair to the back of the room, sat down, and leaned forward.
Again?  Has she been monitoring Anna's pregnancy already?  I had been asked
not to talk but perhaps Aimee saw the expression on my face.

   "Yes, David, I have been monitoring Anna's pregnancy by observing her
body as it changes," Aimee said.  "However, beginning today, I want to try
to measure the fetus' heart beat."

   Anna stood there naked in front of Aimee and, without being asked,
turned ninety degrees, one eighty, two seventy, and then faced Aimee again.

   "David, she's measuring my poochy belly first," Anna said.  "The rate of
expansion has been normal for a healthy pregnancy."

   "Yes, Anna, and the rate of expansion continues to be well within normal
ranges," Aimee said.  "Now I'm going to listen for fetal heartbeat.  The
baby's heart rate will be much faster than yours, between 120 and 160 beats
per minute.  Would you please take a deep breath and hold it?"

   Anna did and so did I.  I saw a smile creep upon Aimee's face and she
nodded her head.  Anna turned ninety degrees again, again, again, each time
taking a deep breath and holding it, and then faced Aimee again.  Aimee
nodded with each turn and smiled.  I assumed that she was hearing a
heartbeat and it was normal.

   "Anna, I want to add a new examination procedure today," Aimee said. 
"Would you recline on your back in my chair?  David, would you please go to
the cabinet to my right, third drawer down, and take out the instrument we
need."

   I went to the wrong side, naturally.  "My right, David, not yours,"
Aimee chided and then giggled.

   "Anna, I will listen for a minute or so until I'm sure what I'm
hearing," Aimee said.  "Then I will filter out your heartbeat and amplify
what I'm hearing so you and David may hear it too."

   I stood there feeling stupid.  Anna took the instrument out of my hands,
shook her head, and grinned.  She pressed one part against her lower
abdomen.

   "Anna, let me hold it please," I said.  "You can tell me what to do."

   "It's a fetal Doppler, David," Aimee said.  "It's able to hear a fetus'
heart beating better than a stethoscope.  Watch my hand and move it
accordingly."

   I followed her directions and watched her face.  I could tell that she
was concentrating on what she heard.  After a moment, she slowly began to
smile wider.  I assumed that meant good news.

   Then I heard a barrage of loud and very rapid heart beats and I found it
hard to believe that was the way it was supposed to be.

   "Anna, David, I have what I hope is good news for you," Aimee said. 
"You're hearing two very healthy young hearts beating.  You're going to
have twins."

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