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 A World of My Choosing

   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh

   Chapter Fifty-Seven

   I had done nothing strenuous all day but I was still tired.  I was
sitting on the side of the bed in my thinker pose again while Anna was
wandering around our bedchamber.  I knew what I needed: to be held and
loved by her.  Would she understand?  That's when Aimee called my name.

   "David, Anna, four people are outside your door.  Jean-Nicole says they
are here to do stress-relief treatments for the two of you.  Caitlyn and
Matt and Iain are with her."

   "Thank you, Aimee," I said, resigned to whatever they wanted to do. 
"Please let them in."

   I looked at Anna.  She was pretending innocence but her smile told me
she knew what was going to happen.  She stuck out her tongue at me and I
smiled and shook my head, submissive to my fate.

   The door opened and Jean-Nicole and Matt walked in followed by Caitlyn
and Iain.  Jean-Nicole had one finger to her lips, asking for silence. 
Matt was carrying a big lidded pot, evidently hot from the way he was
holding it with cloths around the handles.  Iain and Caitlyn were smiling
and both were holding what looked like washcloths.  I shrugged and decided
to let them do whatever.

   The four of them were naked and two guys were showing off with hard-ons.
Of course, Anna and I were naked too.  I knew something was up, in addition
to two tiangas, and I knew my tianga would want to join them.  I spread my
legs wide to give it room to grow.

   Matt put the pot down on the floor near me and removed the lid.  I saw
that it was just hot water.  Then he and Iain moved the bench so one end
was just in front of me.  Caitlyn immediately covered the bench with a
folded blanket.  Iain led Anna to the bench and pressed down on her
shoulders.  She sat.

   Matt and Iain dipped washcloths in the pot of hot water and then began
gently rubbing Anna with the warm cloths.  Iain wiped off her face and
breasts and big belly.  Matt wiped off her back and shoulders and buttocks.
Matt tucked his hands under her arms and tugged upwards.  She stood and the
two guys wiped off her legs.  I wondered who was going to pet the pussy
cat. Iain patted the inside of Anna's thighs and she spread her legs.  Matt
dipped a washcloth in hot water and, from behind, pressed it between her
legs.  She moaned.

   Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn walked over to the bed and sat down beside me. I
spread my legs a little wider so somebody could play with something.  They
ignored my invitation.

   Matt moved in front of Anna, encouraged her to sit down again, and, with
bare hands, began to massage her shoulders.  Iain moved behind her and
rubbed her back.  Maybe Matt pressed a little too hard.  Anna closed her
eyes and moaned.  He looked at me, grinned, and then shuffled up closer to
Anna.  He looked down at her, bent his penis down, touched it to Anna's
face, and waited.  Maybe he was offering her a pacifier.  She opened her
eyes, looked up at Matt's, face and looked down at what was in front of
her. She smiled, bent his penis down, and opened her mouth for her
pacifier.

   Iain rubbed his tianga on her back, just in one spot, and I saw his
foreskin slide down when he pushed up and then cover the head again he
relaxed.  He pressed closer to her so his tolos were sliding up and down on
her back as well as his tianga, a dry fuck all over her back.  He nodded.
Maybe Anna liked it but I couldn't see why he would.  For a good fuck, a
tianga always needs a juicy bouchi.

   I saw movement and looked down to the side.  Jean-Nicole's first two
fingers walked down her thigh to her knee, hopped across to my knee, and
then backed up.  That was interesting.  Then she wrapped her hand around my
penis and that was even more interesting.  Caitlyn wasn't about to be left
out.  She went straight for my penis, wrapped her hand around it, or as
much as she could on the part Jean-Nicole wasn't holding, and then began to
stroke.  A second later, they coordinated and had a two-person two-handed
slow jack off going.  I leaned back on my elbows to give them better access
so they could both properly massage my monster.

   When I looked back at the main attraction, Anna was standing and Iain
and Matt were moving the bench around broadside to me.  They gently moved
Anna so that she was lying on her back on the bench and stuffed a pillow
under her head.  Matt spread her knees and then raised them, holding them
up in a V.  I knew what he was going to do to her in that position.  He
looked at me, grinned, dropped to his knees at the end of the bench, and
then started licking Anna's pussy.

   Iain moved to the other end of the bench, waited for Matt to start, and
then leaned over and tweaked Anna's nipples.  Not too hard, dummy, I
thought.  He leaned over farther so his legs were on each side of her head
and started sucking two stiff little brown berries.  He lowered his butt a
little more, maybe dragging his balls over Anna's face.  It certainly
wasn't his tianga because that was hugging his belly.  She bent it down,
raised her head a little, and took the head in her mouth.  He held still
and she moved her head up and down.  Between her legs, Matt's head was
moving up and down.  Iain looked at me, grinned, and moved his head up and
down.  My two masseurs' hands were moving up and down on my monster.  What
the hell!  I moved my head up and down too.

   For a few minutes, Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn and I watched Matt and Iain
with Anna, just slowly sucking and leisurely licking.  My two
trouble-makers alternated between playing with my balls and stroking my
dick, all slow and easy.  I knew nobody was in a hurry to bring anybody to
orgasm so I relaxed and enjoyed feeling two hands on my monster and his two
buddies while I watched two guys please my wife.  I looked down and nodded
in time to the two hands going up and down on my dick.

   When I looked back up, Matt and Iain had swapped.  Iain was now leaning
across the end of the bench with his face between Anna's legs.  Matt was
now at the other end of the bench, leaning over her playing with her
breasts.  She reached up, bent his dick down, and opened her mouth for the
head.  Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn were still moving their hands up and down,
still slowly and gently, a two-handed coordinated jack-off.  I relaxed, lay
back on the bed, and closed my eyes.  I knew I could use some more of this
stress relief.

   Damn!  My two little masseurs stopped, stood up, and held out their
hands to me.  I stood.  Anna was helped to stand at the same time. 
Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn led me to the bench and Anna took my place on the
bed.  Matt and Iain sat down on each side of her to help her watch.

   The two ladies did to me the same thing that the gentlemen had done to
Anna.  First I sat on the bench while Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn wiped me off
with warm washcloths and that was relaxing but so damned arousing.  Then
they helped me to lie down on my back and one beautiful woman, Jean-Nicole,
lovingly sucked my dick and played with my balls while the other one,
Caitlyn, straddled my head with her pussy just above my face.  Damn!  I had
to lift up a little to lick between her legs.  Oh, well, I shut my eyes,
raised my head, and licked her juicy little bouchi.  My tongue wasn't as
tired as the rest of me.  I didn't object when they swapped.  Supposedly
all cats are gray in the dark and maybe all pussies taste the same with
eyes closed.

   But, damn, they stopped again.  I raised my head and looked around. 
Matt and Iain were sitting on each side of Anna and the three of them were
grinning like they had enjoyed the show.

   "Anna, David, would you like an intermission before we move on to the
last act of our little play," Caitlyn asked.

   I didn't need an intermission.  I needed something else so I asked.

   "No, but I would like a little intromission.  Would one of you ladies
like to sing a duet with me?"

   "Ooohhh, did he just ask for what I think he meant?" Jean-Nicole said.

   "Yes, and I think Matt and Iain deserve a little intromission too," Anna
said.  "I think we should stand up, bend over with our arms and heads down
on the mattress, and show them our butts.  Maybe they can figure out what
to do."

   She looked at me and grinned.  I looked back at her, grinned, and nodded
enthusiastically.  She assumed the position.

   "Don't use the word butt," I said.  "The proper word for a woman's
behind is derriere, you know, sort of like dear rear."

   "OK, I'll join you, Anna, but I don't want any of these guys coming in
my dear rear," Jean-Nicole said.  "If they do, I'll rip their balls off and
feed them to the cats."

   She looked at three guys holding three hard-ons and assumed the position
beside Anna.

   "We don't have cats," Caitlyn said.  "All we have is just little
pussies."

   She grinned and assumed the position on the other side of Anna.  They
showed us three derriere dear rears in a row, all ready to be fucked.

   "Well, I'm going to feed somebody's little pussy a blood sausage," Matt
said.  "Iain, are you going to join us."

   "Somebody may rip my balls off but I'll join you guys," he said.

   "May I join you too?" I asked as I got in position behind Jean-Nicole. I
rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit and saw it get wet from her
lubricating juices.  I knew she was ready so I notched my dick in the place
right under her asshole.

   Matt moved behind Caitlyn, notched his dick in her pussy, and waited for
Iain to get ready.  Iain was left with Anna but he didn't seem to mind
having to fuck my six-month pregnant wife.  From the rear, bent over, she
didn't look pregnant anyway.

   "You damn guys are all just alike," Anna said.  "Fucking's all you ever
think about.  Iain, you had better do it really slow and easy.  If you wake
up the twins, I'll rip your dick off and feed it to Lucky."

   I looked at the other two and nodded.  We each slowly slid a little bit
of dick in a hot wet receptive pussy and retreated, slid it in deeper, and
retreated, again and again, until all three of us guys were in so deep
there wasn't any deeper to go.  I held Jean-Nicole by the hips and savored
the feeling of my tianga hidden in her hot bouchi, nothing better.  Then,
as slowly as I possibly could, I closed my eyes and began to slide it in
and out.  I wanted to do it all night.

   All too soon, I felt a touch on my shoulder and opened my eyes.  It was
Matt.  "Move over," he said.

   Iain moved over behind Caitlyn, I moved over behind Anna, and Matt
assumed the position behind Jean-Nicole.  We waited until all three of us
had our dicks notched with the head just inside a juicy pussy and then
resumed slowly fucking.

   "Damn guys," Anna whispered.  "All they ever think about is fucking."

   "Yes dear," I whispered back.  "Always on my mind, it's always on my
mind, slowly sliding my terrifying tianga into the loving asses of three
lovely lassies.  That's aalll I ever think about."

   "Oh, shit," Caitlyn whispered.  "He's eloquent again."

   "Who's a lassie?" Jean-Nicole asked.  "I thought Lassie was a dog."

   "No, dear," Matt said.  "Lassie is Irish for a young girl."

   I shut my eyes and resumed fucking.  A moment later, I felt another
touch on my shoulder.  It was Iain.  He had vacated his wife's abode.  I
didn't need to be told.  I moved over behind Caitlyn and Matt moved behind
Anna.  Iain walked around to Jean-Nicole.  We all knocked on the door of
the just-vacated premises and then slowly entered and began to wander
around.  Again, I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on how my tianga
felt in a juicy bouchi.  Then Jean-Nicole brought me out of my
fucking-induced reverie.

   "That's enough fucking for a while," she said, giggled, stood up, and
pulled away from Iain.  Anna stood up in front of Matt and he said, "Oh,
shit." I said, "Oh, merde," and let Caitlyn pull away from me.

   "We almost forgot why we're here," Jean-Nicole said.  "We came in here
to do stress relief and that's what we're going to do.  David, Anna, sit
down on the bed, side by side."

   I had no idea what she had in mind but I didn't object.  Anna and I sat
down on the side of the bed.  Caitlyn pushed me back, Iain pushed Anna, and
we were both lying on our backs, legs bent, feet still on the floor.  Iain
stuffed pillows under our necks.  Jean-Nicole dipped a washcloth in warm
water and wiped my dick and balls free of pussy juice.  Matt wiped Anna's
pussy and she must have liked it from the way she moaned.  I still had no
idea what they intended to do but I didn't care.  Anything was OK with me
so I moaned too.

   Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn moved in front of me.  Matt and Iain moved in
front of Anna.  They lifted our legs and spread them, bent them so our feet
were just on the edge of the mattress, and stood looking down for a moment.

   "David, Anna, you two are going to have the pleasure of a little oral
sex until you both have an orgasm," Jean-Nicole said.  "When you do, the
rest of us are going to leave you.  We're going to our bedchambers and do
something to relieve our own tension.  If you need any more stress relief,
you two can do it."

   Oral sex?  I would have preferred to let my beast loose but beggars
can't be choosers.  But then, damn it, they had to tease a little.

   Matt knelt between my legs, wrapped his hand around my dick, took the
head in his mouth, and sucked.  Shit!  A few seconds later, he stood up,
stuck his tongue out at me, and Iain knelt and licked and sucked for a
moment.

   I looked to the side and, damn, Jean-Nicole had her head between Anna's
legs.  That wasn't what I expected.  She stood up, grinned at me and Anna,
and I knew this was just a teaser.  I watched as Caitlyn took her place for
a few seconds.

   When the two couples changed places, Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn in front of
me, Matt and Iain in front of Anna, I closed my eyes and dropped my head
back down on the pillow.

   Two women, four hands, two mouths, all over my dick and balls, sucking,
licking, coddling, and stroking: through it all I lay here with my eyes
closed and loved what they were doing.  I didn't even lift my head and look
when I heard Anna moan.  I'd heard that kind of moan before.  I moaned
back.

   Should I warn somebody when I'm about to come?  I thought about it and
decided I wouldn't.  I'd just let the lucky one get a mouth or throat full
of something to swallow.  Would they swallow?  I didn't care but I did want
somebody to keep sucking until the last little semen oozed out and then for
a while longer.  That's the way Anna sometimes did me before I knocked her
up.  I missed having a good blowjob once in a while.

   Caitlyn was the one who got it.  I opened my eyes when I felt the first
spurt fly out into a mouth.  She made an aaawwk noise like she had
something caught in her throat and pulled away.  The second spurt hit on
the side of her face.  The third one went in Jean-Nicole's mouth and she
held her lips around the head of my dick until I had shot my last.  Then
she pulled away, grinned at me with a closed mouth, and swallowed.  Damn,
Anna hadn't been able to do that since she got pregnant.  I looked at her
face and said what I felt: "Thank you."

   She opened her mouth wide so I could see it was empty, said "No, thank
you," and grinned.  Damn, I know I'll never understand women.

   I looked at Caitlyn.  She opened her mouth wide too and then stuck out
her tongue at me.  I grinned at her and she grinned back.

   I looked to the side.  Anna was still flat on her back, moaning
contentedly.  Iain was beside her sucking and loving her breasts.  Matt
still had his head between her thighs but I could tell he was just gently
teasing after she had come, the way she liked it.

   Anna and I lay there in our bed sinking into the relaxation that comes
after a good orgasm.  The two couples left us alone in our bed and quietly
walked out of our bedchamber.  I knew somebody was going to get fucked.

   After a minute or so, I rolled out of bed, held out my hand to Anna, and
we silently went down the hallway to the toilet.  After a good piss, at
least on my part, we went back to our bed.  Anna, as usual, crawled in
first and turned her back to me.  I crawled in next and spooned up to her.
That wasn't what I wanted.

   "Turn over," I whispered.

   She turned over facing me and smiled at me.  I moved down on the bed so
my face was at her breasts.  She knew what I wanted.  She put one leg over
my side, an arm over my back with her hand behind her head, and held me
with my face buried in her soft breasts.  That was what I needed: to be
held by her.

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   A few days later, after another wonderful dinner, I volunteered to wash
dishes.  Mother volunteered herself and Michael to help.  James was doing
his usual duty.  When the others brought their plates to the sink, he
separated out the best stuff for Lucky, dumped the rest into a bucket for
the mulch pile, and handed the plates to me.  I stood there at the sink and
washed, Michael rinsed, and Mother racked.  We were down to the last dishes
when I brought up the subject.

   "James, Michael, after we get through, would you two to go for a walk
with me?  I want to talk to you."

   "OK," James responded.  "Where do you want to go?"

   "To Boulder Point on the west side of the mountain," I said.  "I thought
Michael might enjoy watching the sun set over his beautiful new world."

   "Yeah, that's a good walk and a beautiful place," James said.  "I'll ask
Toby to take care of Lucky.  Maybe then I can pay attention on whatever you
want to talk about."

   "OK, but I want you both to talk to me too," I said.

   "Michael, your father has invited you to go with him," Mother said. 
"What do you say?"

   "Oh!  Yeah, I want to go.  This whole place is beautiful.  I was
thinking about something Toby told me."

   "What?" I asked.

   "Dad, did you really do what he said.  A big wolf charged you and leaped
at you and you cut his head off in midair with your sword."

   "Yep, I was cool and it was no big deal," I said.  "Do you understand
that Aimee maintains a shield over this whole mountain and you're always
safe here?  That happened on the isthmus leading to the mainland.  We'll
always be in danger on the isthmus or on the mainland."

   "Yeah, Iain told me and Mom about that and where we are and stuff like
that," he said.  "It's hard to believe and I don't understand it but I know
it's true."

   "Yes, I agree," I said.  "Let's go put on some moccasins.  The path to
the point goes over some rough ground and we'll need something on our feet.
We'll be OK in loincloths.  We should be back in about two hours.  It may
be after dark but the moon is about half full and I know the way."

   "David, I've got something new for you and Michael," James said.  "Toby
and I have been making some new loincloths and we want you and Michael to
have one.  Could I go get them so everybody can see them?"

   "OK, just don't be long.  I'm ready to go."

   He was back in less than a minute carrying the new loincloths.  I was
surprised.  The one he handed me was the usual two panels with a belt but
made entirely of soft brown deerskin, solid panels long enough to hang
below my genitals with about six inches of fringes below that, and
decorated with white stitching and white circles which looked like slices
from olive shells.  It was simple, beautiful, and would certainly keep the
bugs off my good parts.  I dropped my old cloth loincloth, donned the new
one, smiled at James and said, "Thank you, son." He looked approvingly at
me for a moment and then changed into a new one as well.

   I looked around and saw everybody else watching us.  Michael stood
admiring my new loincloth until James nudged him.  Michael untied his old
one and James tied a new one around his waist.  He remembered to say,
"Thank you, James." He looked up at me and smiled.  I nodded and smiled
back.

   James wasn't through.  He had some strips of deerskin in his hand, a few
feet long and about an inch wide.  He tied one around Michael's bicep on
the left arm, another on the right, and then brushed Michael's hair to the
sides and tied one around his forehead.  The head strip was decorated with
three white circles on the forehead.  I didn't see any use for the strips
except for decoration but I didn't say anything.  When he held out three
more strips to me, I tied them around his arms and head.  Then he handed
one to Michael and they each tied one around my biceps.  I squatted a
little, James brushed my long hair back, and Michael tied a strip around my
head.

   I stood for a moment looking at my two sons.  Michael was still a
beautiful boy, a child who was taking the first step toward manhood.  I
suppose all children have beautiful bodies but his was absolute perfection.
He looked like a young jungle boy who had just come out of the woods. 
James was a young man now, still beautiful with his always-smiling face and
a young man's slim hard body.  I put one hand on James' shoulder, one on
Michael's, and nudged them toward the door.

   "We'll be back before bed time," I said.

   Perhaps thirty minutes later, we climbed the path through huge boulders
and broke out on the point.  The evening breeze was crawling up the
mountain as usual, the temperature was comfortable even almost naked, and
the view was engrossing.  The partially-cloudy sky to the West was already
ablaze with the setting sun.  To our right, we could see the isthmus that
connected the mountain to the green and misty-blue mainland.  In front of
us, the mainland crept over the horizon and disappeared.  To the left,
there was only blue-green sea with small whitecaps.  As usual, the sea
birds were swooping and gliding and flying.  It was one of the more
beautiful viewing points on our mountain.

   I felt Michael's hand creep into mine and I looked down.  James was
holding his other hand.  Both were smiling at me.

   "OK, first things first," I started.  "Michael, James is my son too.  He
never had a father or mother to love him before he came here so I gave him
the love of a father to help heal his pain.  Then later, I formally adopted
him as my son in front of Aimee.  I want you to accept him as your brother,
your big brother, and to learn to love him.  Will you try?"

   "Sure.  Everybody is nice to me but James has sort of taken extra-good
care of me.  He knows all about this place and everybody here and he tells
me all sorts of stuff, like you and him and Toby killing four wolves.  I
already like him a lot."

   "James, do you think you can be a big brother to Michael?" I asked. 
"Can you learn to love him like a little brother?"

   "Yes, David," he answered.  "I know how important you think love and
family are.  Nothing could make me happier than to have you and Anna as my
mother and father and Michael as my brother."

   "Michael, this is some serious stuff now.  James is my son in every
sense of the word.  I want you to regard him as your older brother.  My
love is big enough for both of you and you both will have it as long as I
live."

   "I will, Dad," Michael said.

   "OK.  I want you to go to James with your little troubles and listen to
him.  Bring me your big problems.  Now, let's get naked and get a little
sun.  Before the summer's over, that white strip around your hips is going
to disappear."

   I dropped my loin cloth, sat down on the huge rock, and leaned back on
my hands.  Michael sat on my left, James on my right, and both did the same
things I did: we lifted our balls so they were not scrunched between our
thighs, crossed our ankles, and leaned back.  Even our dicks seemed to flop
to the same left side."

   I wanted to reassure my new son about something.  "James, do you think
Michael's dick is big enough?"

   He leaned over and looked.  "It's bigger than mine was at his age," he
said.  "Michael, he brought that up because when I came here a little over
a year ago, I wondered if mine was big enough to please a woman.  He told
me to be patient and let my genes do their work.  It's grown over an inch
in the last year and Sam can vouch for it being big enough now."

   "Michael, do you understand that the genes you get from your parents
will determine most of how your body will develop?" I asked.

   "Yeah, I've had basic biology in school and Mom is good about talking to
me."

   "Aimee says that based on your age and your height now, you're probably
going to be as tall as I am," I said.  "My dick is about as big as my
father's.  Yours probably will be too.  Just let your genes do their work."

   "OK, Dad."

   "Has somebody told you how we are about sex here and how we have sex
play parties occasionally?"

   "Yeah, the twin `teers told me.  They said you had to approve before I
did it, sex, I mean."

   "Aimee has a program teaching young boys and girls about sex," I said.
"I want you to talk to her and then start the program.  OK?  Start thinking
about what else you want to learn, like maybe music or physics.  You aren't
through with your education but from now on you are going to chart most of
it,"

   "Can she teach me about cosmology?" he asked.  "I want to know how our
old universe and this new one work and how we got here.  Iain's tried to
tell me but I don't understand it.  Mom says I'm just like you about
reading and learning.  She said you were home schooled and always curious
and she never had to make you learn stuff.  She said she sometimes had to
yank your nose out of a book."

   "Cosmology's a good choice," I said.  "I should take it with you.  Maybe
I will."

   "Michael, I've worked my way through Aimee's Basic English program and
I'm studying creative writing now," James said.  "Someday somebody is going
to write a story about all of us and I want to be that somebody."

   Michael brought the subject back to what he wanted to know.  "Dad, if I
really want to, will you let me have sex with somebody?"

   "Boys or girls?"

   "Come on, Dad, I mean girls.  I don't want to cause trouble but the girl
`teers have both said they would do it with me and the guys said that it
was OK with them."

   James encouraged him.  "I don't usually speak for the ladies, Michael,
but Sam and Renee have both said they'd like to teach you how to use that
thing between your legs.  The think you're the cutest thing since Brian."

   "Who taught you, James?" I asked.

   "Anna did," James said.  "She welcomed all the guys who came here until
David got her pregnant.  She and David and Aimee have taught me how to make
love with a woman, not just fuck her.  That's what I try to do with Sam,
make love, I mean, not just fuck."

   "Anna's less interested in sex now that she's got the twins baking in
the oven," I said.  "She wants someone else to give the newcomers that sort
of welcome.  Maybe we'll let her and the other ladies decide who gets the
honor."

   "Is it really like an honor, Dad?" Michael asked.

   "I think so," I said.  "Do you think you can perform at one of the sex
play parties with everybody else watching?  I suppose it's like a rite of
passage, from childhood to adulthood."

   "I'll think about it."

   "Michael, we're not as ashamed and secretive about sex as people in our
old world.  There's no sin or shame in enjoying something as natural as
sex. Here, we all celebrate our sexuality.  Ask James and Sam to let you
watch them.  Ask any of the couples.  I think they'll all let you see what
they do."

   "It's OK with me but you've got to ask Sam first," James said.  "I can't
speak for her."

   "Why not?" Michael asked.  "You sleep together so you must do something
else too."

   "Michael, David and Anna have taught me a lot about how to treat women,"
James said.  "We're not their owners.  They're not our property.  They're
our partners, our friends, and our lovers.  You should ask Sam to let you
watch us.  Maybe you might even play with us a little."

   "He's right, Michael," I said.  "You don't have to just watch.  You can
play with them too.  Just remember, I think it would be like an honor to
lose your virginity with everybody cheering you on at our next sex play
party."

   "Is it really play?" he asked.

   "Yeah, it's play," James said.  "We do all sorts of fun stuff before we
get serious."

   "Son, you can play in all sorts of ways," I said.  "You might even play
with one or two of the male twins.  Jack off with them.  If you want to, do
other stuff with them.  We don't condemn sexual curiosity with other guys
like they did in our old world."

   "Have you ever done it?" he asked.  "I mean, sex with another guy."

   "You tell him, James," I said.

   "For a while, David and Iain and I were the only ones here.  We jacked
off with each other and swapped blow jobs a few times."

   "Did you ever fuck each other?" Michael asked.  "There were a couple of
guys at school who did that; at least, everybody said they did.  They
called them queers."

   "Yes and their religion taught them to hate homosexuals," I said.  "And
people with different color skins.  And people of other religions.  We're
trying to encourage love here, Michael, not hatred."

   "Did you ever do it, Dad?" he persisted.

   "No, son, I've never fucked another guy," I said, wondering if we were
going too far.  "No one has ever fucked me but it's just a matter of
personal preference.  It's complicated but it just doesn't appeal to me."

   "Before I was sent here, I had a preacher for a foster father, Reverend
Mooneyhand," James sort of whispered.  "He fucked me and I hated it and I
finally killed him for it."

   Michael looked up at me as if he couldn't believe what he had heard.  I
just smiled down at him and nodded.

   "Damn, I mean Yok, Michael said.  "That's what Brian says."

   "Yeah, Toby says hot yok sometimes," James said.

   I wanted to move on to something else.  "Michael, have you thought about
your sleeping arrangements here?  Do you want a room of your own?"

   "I don't know.  What I'd really like to do is move out of the bedroom
with Mom and move in with somebody else," he said.  "I've been thinking
about Mom and I think I need to move so she and Aiden can get to know each
other better.  He seems like a nice guy and maybe they can get it on."

   "That's good thinking, Son," I said.  "All the rest of us can do is to
make it easier for them to decide what they want to do.  It's all up to
them.  If you want to move, that's fine with me.  If you want, you can
sleep in the bedchamber with me and Anna for a while.  At night, before you
go to sleep, it's a good time to talk.  You and I can get to know each
other better."

   "Yeah, I'd like that," he said.  "And is it OK if I play with them,
girls and maybe guys, just as long as I don't go all the way?"

   "Michael, I'm not going to make you start your sexual life in any
particular way," I said.  "You can lose your virginity whenever you wish
and with anybody you like.  I'm just suggesting you might do it for your
first time at one of our play parties as a rite of passage.  You might let
the ladies choose which one gets the honor of being with you.  But you're
always free to make your own decisions."

   "Michael, you should always talk with David about what you do," James
said.  "Let your father guide you.  That's wise until you're a few years
older."

   Michael sighed.  "I know but I've never had a father before."

   I looked briefly at the sunset.  The sun was behind the clouds to the
west and the whole sky looked like it was ablaze.  I stood up and James and
Michael stood too.  I looked at their penises and then at mine.  We all had
nice warm swollen penises and low-hanging testicles after sitting in the
sun's warmth.  I moved around so that I was standing in front of them.

   "Michael, does your dick work OK?" I asked.

   "Huh?  Yeah, I guess so."

   "Show me.  Stroke it a few times."

   He grinned, held his penis with his thumb and one finger, retracted his
foreskin, slid it back, and repeated it a few times.

   "What do you think, James?"

   "Looks like it works fine to me," James said and I knew he knew what I
was doing.  "It's a nice size already, probably big enough to make a gal
grunt."

   "I think so too," I said, and stroked my penis a few times, mimicking
Michael's technique.  "Well, let's jack off together.  I'd like to salute
the setting sun by mangling my monster.  You guys want to join me?"

   Of course, I got two eager responses.  I turned so that I was facing the
setting sun, with Michael on one side of me and James on the other, poked
my pelvis out, wrapped my hand around my penis, and started slowly stroking
it.  I watched as Michael and James followed my example.  We soon had three
hard-ons raised in salute and three right hands moving back and forth.  I
watched my two sons, grinning up at me, while we stroked faster and faster.

   We didn't come at the same time.  Michael was first and squirted out a
little watery semen, white with enough sperm to tell me he was certainly
into puberty.  James was second, and, damn, he squirted out about as much
as I usually do, certainly as much as I did at sixteen like him.  Maybe
that provoked me because I squirted out about a half dozen white strings a
few seconds later.

   I milked the last dollop out and flicked my dick up and down to make it
fall.  James and Michael followed my example again but I don't think
Michael had any more to squeeze out.  I put my arms on their shoulders and
we stood there for a moment longer a "James, Michael, do what I do," I
said. "Look at your testicles."

   I cupped my hand under my testicles and lifted them up a little.

   "Michael, Aimee told me something this morning," I said.  "She said
there were three young male Mouseketeers in the shower last night in a
tussling match, what I call playing grab-ass, grabbing at each other's dick
and balls.  Is that true?"

   "Yes, Dad," Michael said.

   "Look, if you guys want to do it, that's OK but don't do it in the
shower.  With the water, that floor is slippery and somebody could fall and
get hurt.  Maybe we'll pull some mattresses out of a few bed chambers and
make a big wrestling matt in the hall.  We've already done that for James
and Toby.  Maybe the rest of us might enjoy watching you younger
Mouseketeers wrestle naked.  Shit!  Maybe we can all have a naked grappling
and goosing match."

   "Next rainy day, I'm ready," James said.

   "Does Aimee watch everything that goes on around here and then tell you,
Dad?" Michael asked.

   "No, son," I said.  "It's true that Aimee watches everything but she
will only tell me about it if she's afraid somebody might get hurt.  I'm
the one person she must always obey and I've told her to give everyone
privacy unless they consent to be watched or if they're doing something
dangerous."

   "Michael, Sam and I have told Aimee that she can watch us," James said.
"She needs to learn about us to help us.  You should tell her can watch you
all the time when we get back."

   "OK, I guess I don't mind.  I'll tell her."

   "Now look closely at your balls," I said.  "They're sometimes called the
family jewels.  You guys know they should be protected.  Don't try to grab
another guy by the balls.  Someday you two are going to have to repay me
for raising you.  You're going to have to give me a bunch of grandchildren.
Take care of your balls."

   "OK, Dad, but can I wait a year or two before I make you a grandfather?"
This was from my youngest son.  I gently swatted him behind the head.

   <><><>

   Our lives gradually returned to normal after the arrival of Mother and
Michael.  Mother and Anna are quite often doing something together, getting
ready for the arrival of the babies.  She's got the baby diapers and
blankets neatly arranged on some bamboo shelves I built for her.  She wants
me to build her a changing table somehow.  I promised to do it before the
little ones arrive.

   Mother and Aiden frequently find reason to sit together at meals and to
go for long walks together.  They seem to be developing some sort of
relationship but, as far as I know, they have not yet become lovers.  She
told Anna that she saw no reason to marry anyone again unless he agreed
that she might have another child and that he would be a father to it.  She
says she's got a few child-bearing years left and a child would make a good
bond between her and a husband.  Now I know I'll never understand women.

   <><><>

   Michel has joined in our lives with real pleasure.  He is frequently
underfoot, asking me questions about my life before coming here, about sex,
about all the others, just about any and every thing.  He seems to want to
help me in what I do, no matter how hard.  I genuinely enjoy having him
around.  Anna seems to have accepted him in every respect.  We frequently
talk about him late at night.

   We had a deer hunt soon after his arrival.  We split into three hunting
groups of three guys each and none of the girls objected to being excluded.
He and James and I wandered through the woods early one morning and didn't
see a damn thing.  Neither did Aiden and Brian and Toby.  Iain and Matt and
Pyotr hunted together and they did.  They wandered upon a small group of
deer, one of which was the albino male.  Iain proved that he was good with
the little crossbow.  He skewered a young doe, probably one from last
year's crop of offspring.  When they brought it home, Michael stood and
looked at it for a moment, shaking his head, and I knew what he wasn't
saying, that he wished we didn't have to kill something so beautiful.

   When he's not with me, he's usually with the Mouseketeers.  They include
him in every exploration.  He's gone fishing in the lake with them a couple
of times and they've brought back more than enough fish for our meals. 
They went crawdaddy gigging in one of our many branches and Toby taught him
how to catch the back-scuttlers barehanded.  After Jean-Nicole boiled the
crayfish, he sat on the terrace with all the other guys and we shelled the
tails.  Then Jean-Nicole made two huge dishes of Crayfish Etouffee and he
ate like he couldn't get enough.

   After Michael moved out of the bedchamber with Mother, he moved in with
Anna and me for a while and he slept in the bed with us, all three of us
naked, for one night.  I thought he would never run out of questions but he
finally slowed down and stopped.  That first night, we had made up another
bed for him but he seemed reluctant to move to it and I didn't want to push
him.  Perhaps Anna felt the same way.  She turned over on her side, pulled
Michael up to her rear, and held his hand in front of her, perhaps on her
breast.  I spooned up to Michael's rear, put my arm over him with my hand
on Anna's shoulder, and that's the way we went to sleep.

   The next night, he crawled in bed with us again, we had a shorter
question and answer session, and then he crawled out and went to the other
bed.  I spooned up to Anna, my hand on her breast, and we slowly faded away
into to sleep.

   A couple of nights later, he asked for my permission to sleep with James
and Sam.  He said that they had invited him and he wanted to do it, that
the three of them would play a little but he would wait for our next play
party to stick his pecker in a pussy.  I approved his request.

   A few nights later, he asked my permission to move in with Toby and
Renée, same arrangement, and again I gave him my permission.  This time he
said he had asked Mother and she had said whatever I let him do was alright
with her.

   Three nights later, he asked permission to move in with the twin 'teers,
as he calls them.  I found it hard to believe he hadn't already given in to
his body's need and had his peter in a pussy but he said he had not. 
Perhaps I am a voyeur.  I'd love to have seen him with James and Sam or
Toby and Renée.  I could only hope that the youngsters were not only
playing with him but also teaching him.  He tells me what he's doing in
general but without going into detail.  He seems like he's ready to lose
his virginity with some lucky girl.

   <><><>

   Matt had an announcement for us one morning.  He has proposed to
Jean-Nicole and she has accepted.  He said he was almost thinking of
de-proposing when he found out afterwards that he was in bed with a
wildcat. They want to spend a few nights in a tent at Paradise Beach for a
honeymoon if we can get somebody else to do the cooking.  Mother
volunteered to assume the duties, if she could name her own sou-chefs. 
Jean-Nicole says she wants to have the next baby in about a year, just
before she's twenty, and she wants to have a husband to be a father for the
child.  Matt just smiles and gives in to her.  The ladies are talking about
arranging the wedding.

   <><><>

   Anna asked me one night about something but I didn't want to tell her.
When Mother and I told our story to Aiden and Anna and Michael, I mentioned
that I had killed nineteen people, eighteen jihadist men and one woman. 
She wanted to know about the woman.

   "Anna, you don't want to know," I replied.  "You know I'm not proud of
killing but I knew I had to kill her and I did.  Let that be enough for
you."

   "David, I'm not judging you," she said.  "I know you were fighting
against an evil religion, at least some part of it, one that wanted to kill
everybody except their followers.  I also know that's one reason you're so
content here, because you'll never have to kill another human being.  Now,
tell me about it.  I just want to know."

   "Well, OK.  It happened one night when I was leading a patrol, four of
us, equipped with night-vision gear, silencers on our rifles, wearing
camouflage stuff that made us look like a bush, a stealth patrol.  I was
cool, maybe not as cool as sometimes happens, but I was aware and alert to
possible danger.  We were on a mountain-side trail when I heard somebody
coming toward us, murmuring in Farsi.  I assumed it was a night patrol of
jihadists.  The four of us moved off the trail, squatted, and froze.  Our
orders were to avoid contact if possible but, of course, to defend
ourselves.  Are you sure you want to know the rest?"

   "Yes, David, I was a soldier too." She said.

   "I saw two guys, dressed in black, carrying weapons and I knew they were
jihadists.  I wanted them to pass us without seeing us but the first guy
must have seen one of the men with me.  He froze with his rifle pointed
away from me and I knew what I had to do.  I jumped up, hit him on the head
with the butt of my rifle, swung around, hit the next guy, laid my rifle
down, pulled out Big Boy, and cut the first guy's throat.  I had just bent
over to do the second guy when she walked up.  She was dressed in black and
carrying a weapon but I recognized that she was a woman.  She recoiled,
mouth open, and I knew I couldn't let her scream.  I grabbed her, put my
hand over her mouth, and let Big Boy kiss her throat.  Then I cut the
throat of the second guy and the four of us skedaddled."

   "And you four guys all made it back to your outpost safely?"

   "Yes, and, after we reported in, I went to bed and went to sleep."

   "It didn't bother you that it was a woman?"

   "No, Anna, I just did what I had to do."

   "Well, I hope you never have to do anything like that again in our new
world.  I really do."

   "That was another life, Anna."

   "I know."

   <><><>

   Our quarters are constantly loud and alive with all of our activities,
especially those of the youngsters and their shenanigans.  Hopscotch is the
most played game since the Mouseketeers seem to feel obligated to go
through the Hopscotch floor outline whenever they are going up or down the
hallway.  I've even seen Mother doing it.  Anna can't now.  And, yeah, I've
done it lots of times but so have all the older ones.  It's good exercise.

   Dodgeball is played indoors almost every time the weather prevents
outdoor activities.  Mother and Anna beg off.  They stand and giggle at the
antics like little girls but everyone else participates.  We played with
loincloths one time, with loincloths gradually being shed a second time,
and naked for a third time.  Iain tried rolling the ball across the floor
once and Toby fell and busted his butt so we made a rule prohibiting that.
Our other rule is that only girls can throw overhanded; boys must throw
underhanded.  It's fun for all and I enjoy playing.  I also enjoy looking
at beautiful naked sweating bodies, especially if they belong to women.

   We have not yet played naked Twister, not all of us at the same time,
but it's being pushed more and more.  I've seen small groups, mostly the
Mouseketeers, playing in two-person teams, sometimes with loin-cloths,
sometimes naked.  We have enough for four teams of four people now or five
teams of three people or eight teams of two people.  Anna can't play and
that leaves nine guys and only seven women.  I don't suppose we need equal
numbers of males and females on each team but he game would probably be
more fun that way.  I'd love to play naked Twister with Renée.  Who knows
what the group will decide?  I don't make the rules for this sport.  ]
We've played volleyball a couple of times on the big terrace just outside
the door.  More and more, we try to actually follow the rules and really
compete to win.  We played with all seventeen of us once, even Anna. 
Nobody tried to spike the ball toward her.

   <><><>

   Aiden and I took the youngest three boys, Pyotr, his son Brian, and my
son Michael, fishing one morning.  We had hardly moved our bamboo raft away
from shore when Michael fell in, purely by accident, supposedly, but his
grin gave away that somebody had told him to do it.  Pyotr and Brian fell
in trying to rescue him, so I fell in too and watched Aiden as he shrugged
and fell in too.  Aiden and I treaded water while the boys tried to duck
us. We let them succeed, of course.

   We poled and paddled up the lake to the waterfall and immediately began
to catch good-sized fish.  Aiden and I had to help the kids get the fish
off their hooks for a while but they soon decided they could do it.  Did
the three kids enjoy fishing?  I didn't need to ask.  Their grins told me
they did.  My grin and Aiden's said the same thing.

   We had a lunch like before, one fish each cooked on spear points around
a fire, plus stuff we brought from home.  Afterward we fished a while more
and I reluctantly called a halt when I realized we had a big load of fish
to carry home.  We cleaned the fish on the rocks where we kept our bamboo
raft.  I cut the heads off with Big Boy and Aiden scaled them with Little
Boy.  The three boys wanted to help so I let them use the Boys for a while.
Brian soon had enough and he volunteered to wash the cleaned fish off in
the lake so Pyotr could put them in backpacks.  Michael, at my suggestion,
threw the heads back in the lake.

   The five of us trudged in home before the evening meal, tired and happy
and wanting a bath and a good meal.  Aiden and I sat on a bench while three
naked kids washed our heads and backs.  Then we returned the favor for
three Mouseketeers.  I hoped Aiden was as happy and content with his new
life as I was.  His constant smile told me he was.

   <><><>

   We are all frequently working in our garden now.  Corn is being picked,
as well as vine-ripe tomatoes, beans of different varieties, some as green
beans, some as dried, and lots of other vegetables.  We planted as much
corn as we could and we're eating the little midget ears of one sweet
variety while letting the larger yellow corn grow to maturity for winter
use.  That means we have to continually work at preparing the veggies for
eating or preserving.  We're making spaghetti sauce and a tomato-base for
stews.  One afternoon, we had a party for all seventeen of us, shelling
beans and peas, and I shelled colored butter beans until I had sore thumbs.

   <><><>

   We continue with weapons training or perhaps I should say, with hunting
devices.  I encourage males and females to develop proficiency with more
than one device.  My favorite is still the bow I call The Brute.  I
practice every few days at quick shooting, not concentrating on aiming, and
I've become good at it, almost as good as when I aim.  Iain and Matt use
one of the small crossbows and are quite good at it.  Mother resisted at
first but I told her how Anna had helped kill the bear on the isthmus and
she's now trying the bow.  Aiden of course is right there with her
encouraging her to try.  Michael is being trained by me and four
Mouseketeer guys and he wants to be a real warrior or hunter.

   The five male `teers frequently practice with bows, crossbows, and
spears.  They have even tried mock fights with bamboo poles, something like
the Japanese supposedly use to fight, except that they probably don't
giggle and laugh at their efforts.  I've had to tell them more than once
that I don't want to see bruised bodies in the shower again.

   <><><>

   Anna and I were in bed, relaxing together, not quite ready for sleep,
when she brought up something I had been pondering.  She was on her left
side as usual, her head on my shoulder, her belly against my side, and her
right leg over both of mine.  Her right hand was idly playing with my toys
with her fingers cupped under my testicles, gently rolling them around in
my relaxed scrotum, and her thumb hooked over my penis, occasionally
rubbing up and down on the shaft.  My penis was swollen but not stiff and I
suppose it was waiting for her to decide what she wanted to do with it.

   "David, do you think Michael has inherited the cool response from you?
I've been talking to Mother.  After you described the way it came over you
when you were a soldier and in a dangerous situation, I told her about the
time it happened with the bullies when you were a kid.  She knew about it
and thought it was strange but she had no idea how it affected you.  She
told me something that happened with Michael just a couple of years ago
that makes me think he can be cool too."

   "What?"

   "They were on a sidewalk, walking home from little league practice, when
somebody's big Rottweiler dog got throgh a fence and tried to attack them.
He was carrying his aluminum bat and he just calmly stepped in front of her
in a batting position.  When the dog charged, he swung the bat like he was
swinging for a home run, hit the dog on the side of the head, and killed
it. Then he looked up at her and smiled and he wasn't even breathing hard.
They left the dog lying there dead and walked on home.  Were you that way
after you did something like that?"

   "Yes.  I suppose that's just part of the response.  It makes me calm and
I can think better and respond faster than usual.  There's no fear. 
There's just a certainty that I can do what's necessary to protect myself
or someone I care about.  It was that way when I killed the rattlesnake,
remember?

   "I remember how you did it so fast I couldn't believe what I was seeing
and then you just checked to see that its head was gone and threw the body
away.  Maybe Michael is the same way."

   "Why do you so concerned?  I hope he does have the trait."

   "But what if our twins are both boys and the trait is a sex-linked
trait. What are the odds of that?"

   "I don't know, Anna.  A child's sex is fixed at the moment of
conception; isn't it?  Females have two XX sex chromosomes.  Males have X
and Y chromosomes.  If the egg is entered by a sperm carrying the X
chromosome, it will be a girl.  If it's entered by a sperm carrying the Y
chromosome, it will be a boy.  Did I get that right?"

   "Yes, but what if both our twins are capable of being cool?"

   "If it is sex linked and they are identical twin boys, they will both
have the trait.  If they are fraternal and they are both male, the will
have it.  I'll bet you didn't know I knew that did you?"

   "No."

   "I've been wondering too, Anna.  Aimee and I have researched it.  If
it's sex linked, both of our twins will have it if they're boys whether
they are identical or not.  I hope they do; don't you?"

   "I suppose but it will mean that, if the word gets around, the other
women will probably want you to give them a baby too."

   "Well, would that be so bad?"

   "No, I suppose not but it may make the other guys jealous."

   "I know, and I'm determined not to do that so you are probably the only
one I'll have children with."

   "Oh, well, I'll think about it tomorrow.  Goodnight."

   "Yeah, good night

   A few minutes later she whispered to me.

   "Hey, fellow, do you want to fool around?"

   "Yeah, that would be nice."

   <><><>

   Aiden and Matt, more than once, have been wandering around the area near
our terraces looking for something.  I knew they'd tell me when they found
whatever.  Now that we've finished the goat shelter and fence on the lowest
terrace and the retaining wall around the potato bed, he wants something
else to do.  They finally asked me to sit and talk one night after dinner
to explore some things with them.

   Aiden is thinking about setting up a sawmill somewhere close by.  He
says he can program the robots to use the laser saws instead of the usual
rotary saws and we can make building materials.  The hardest part will be
getting the trees to the sawmill but, if we bring the lengths of logs
downhill, that will greatly reduce the effort.  He thinks he can make a
slide from big bamboo poles so the logs will slide downhill to the mill. 
He says he can also construct a winch which will drag the logs downhill or
even uphill.

   He and Matt were excited about the possibility so I listened carefully.
He said we could cut logs in about three-meter length, bring them downhill,
and cut either large square beams or planks of varying widths.  We could
then make things like tables and chairs and benches and other furniture.

   Eventually he wants to construct a large building just off one of our
terraces using mortice and tenon techniques to join beams together and then
secure them in place with pegs and splines.  We could shingle the building
with wooden shingles, enclose it with planks, and have a multipurpose
building to use.  The robots must be protected from rain so they would stay
in the building.  The lumber should be dried before construction and we
could store it temporarily in the hallway and later in the building.  We
can even have windows covered with plank shutters or with the plastic
sheeting from supplies sent to us.

   With Aimee's help, I searched her knowledge base for mortise and tenon
construction techniques and I'm convinced that we can do it.  The three of
us are studying the subject so we'll be ready.

   He says the robots can be programed to do much more than simple beams
and planks.  As an example, he says they could carve a wooden canoe out of
a huge tree trunk.  With the addition of outrigger bamboo arms, we might be
able to paddle to places around the shoreline or even to the mainland.

   He says we can use the tents down near the isthmus for a while and then
eventually build a log cabin there.  We can carry the laser saws down there
to cut down the trees much easier than with axes.  We can split shingles
from pine up here or down there.  We can carry rafters for the roof and
planks for the floor and shutters down there.  We now have six older guys
and three younger ones and we could probably finish the cabin in just a few
months, maybe in colder weather.

   They didn't have any trouble in convincing me.  Now there are three of
us looking for a building site.  So far, the best possibility seems to be a
site just off the main terrace.  It's downhill a little but we could make a
bridge from the terrace to the building.  Aiden and Matt and I are thinking
about what we should build and we think the best plan would be a three
story building with storage in the lowest level, the robots in the second
level, accessed by the bridge, and perhaps living quarters in the top
level.

   <><><>

   They've already done it!  What?  They've corrupted my son with their
demented sense of humor.  And, damn, they did a wonderful job.  I don't
think I've laughed so hard since in years.

   It started with a short concert one night after dinner.  Iain wanted us
to sing some Broadway musical songs first and then he promised us a
hilarious ending performance from all the Mouseketeers.

   We had ten benches in two rows in the central hallway and we were
performers sometimes and audience the rest of the time.  I had no idea what
anyone was going to do, except of course, the song I refreshed under Iain's
coaching.

   Iain wanted to present us with something beautiful before we performed.
That was unusual.  He said it was a beautiful aria from an opera called Les
Pêcheurs de Perles, also known as The Pearl Fishers, by Georges Bizet, and
sung by two of the most famous tenors of the last few years.

   He asked Aimee to play the recording and we all listened.  The aria was
indeed beautiful, even to my ears, but I didn't understand what it had to
do with us.  He told us.  He said that at our next recital, we were going
to sing it ourselves with one tenor voice, one baritone, and one bass, just
as an experiment to see what we could do.  Damn!  I knew who he had in mind
and I thought there was no way we could do it.  I can never sing like that.

   Then James, Sam, Toby, and Renée, led off our performances with "Summer
Nights" from Grease, with exaggerated finger snapping and prancing.  What
they lacked in musical talent, they made up for with enthusiasm.  I did
"Maria" from West Side Story and made a mess of it.  Who wouldn't when the
girl of Tony's dreams is standing there and making faces at him with her
pregnant belly poked out?  Iain, with Caitlyn smiling at him, followed with
"When Irish Eyes are Smiling." Matt was next with "Old Man River" and he
sent chills down my spine again.  Iain's training him to use that bass
voice of his and he's already damn good.

   Then all the Mouseketeers left the central hallway and went into a bed
chamber.  A few minutes later, the young girls, Sam, Petra, Brianne, and
Renée walked out very sedately, wearing chemises and tights.  They lined up
in front of the eight remaining members of the audience, and Iain announced
their song: "The Gypsy Girl's Song" from the opera "The Bohemian Girl" by
Michael Balfe.  I marveled as usual at the four beautiful young girls and
then they very sweetly performed the first part of the song.

   I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my
side, And of all who assembled within those walls, That I was the hope and
the pride.

   They paused, split in two, and moved to the sides.  Then five male
Mouseketeers, not four, but five, including Michael, shuffled out.  They
were wearing chemises too but for some reason they held a blanket covering
all of them from waist to feet.  They lined up in front of the audience,
solemn-faced, and I assume pretending innocence like the girls.  Then they
sang something quite evidently not from the opera but using the same
beautiful music.  As they sang, they slowly lowered the blanket and it was
evident that some demented geniuses had made up their own version.

   I dreamt that I had humongous balls, A dick impossible to hide, I
screwed all who trembled within these walls, And I lived to ninety and I
died.

   They were all wearing tights, and I do mean tights, and they had
something almost a foot long down one leg that looked like a penis and two
huge balls of some kind where their smaller testicles were.  Michael was in
the center and his faux penis extended all the way down to his knee.  With
the words "I died," they all collapsed in a dead heap and lay there until
the cheering and clapping stopped.

   As punishment we made them repeat their performance, girls and guys
both, and they were even sweeter first and more demented last.

   Oh, well, I was proud that Michael had joined the Mouseketeers and had
the same crazy sense of humor as the rest.

   <><><>

   After almost a month, Aiden and Mother have now slept in the same
bedchamber.  They haven't mentioned the arrangement but Anna and I both
recognized the tell-tale signs on their faces one morning.  Both were
smiling like Cheshire cats and acting like honeymooners and there was no
mistaking two people who were forging a new partnership.

   <><><>

   I knew they wanted something as soon as they approached me.  Matt and I
were outdoors, just sitting on a bench in the shade and talking, when the
five youngest Mouseketeers marched out and came straight to me.

   "OK.  What do you troublemakers want?" I asked.

   Surprise!  Michael was spokesman.  "We want to go to Paradise Beach,
Dad. We want to go swimming and have a picnic.  Please!"

   I smiled at the please.  "Let me talk to the others.  We'll go as soon
as we can arrange it."

   They didn't have to deafen me with their cheering but they almost did.
They five of them buttered me up a little more with hugs and kisses.

   I thought about their request after they went back indoors.  I wanted to
go to the beach too.  I wanted to see everybody in the water, naked and
playing, not sexy or erotic, just beautiful young people, so much alive and
enjoying it.  Then I thought of Anna, my wife, six-months pregnant, and I
didn't know whether she should go.  She was at the end of the second
trimester of pregnancy, already much heavier, and occasionally having a
little trouble walking and moving.  I knew I had to have a woman's opinion.

   I went first to the room at the end of the hallway so I could have a
private conversation with Aimee.  She could only tell me what I already
knew: that Anna was healthy and having no pregnancy problems and that
moving and exercise were good for her unless they were overdone.  She could
not give me an opinion on whether walking down and back up the mountain
would be too much for Anna.
So I went too Mother and asked her.  She had never been to the beach so
she couldn't judge Anna's difficulty in walking down or coming back up the
mountain.  She asked if there was some way we could carry Anna back up if
she had difficulty.  I thought that was an engineering problem so I went to

Aiden.

   He came up with the solution: a cloth sling with bottom and back in
which Anna could sit, suspended from a bamboo pole by cords, with two guys
carrying her.  We could put the sling in a backpack, cut a strong bamboo
pole at the bamboo grove, and, if necessary, Anna could be carried back up
the mountain by a pair of strong backs.  Who had the strength?  I thought
for a moment: me, Matt, Aiden, the strongest, Iain, James, and Toby,
possibly, Brian, Pyotr, and Michael, no way.  I expressed my reservations
to him.  He counter-proposed: four guys carrying, three bamboo poles, one
front and one back, sling suspended from center connecting pole.  I could
picture that and I thought we could manage it.  He said he'd have the sling
done by the next day.

   <><><>

   So we went down the trail to Paradise Beach in pairs, except for
Michael. Perhaps he and Lucky were a pair because he was constantly
exploring off to the side with Lucky, running, yelling at us about what he
saw, full of life and fun.  We were all dressed or undressed in just a
loincloth and moccasins except for Anna.  She was wearing a shorter version
of her mama Mumu that came down to mid-thigh and wearing a nursing bra
underneath.  She was still beautiful to me.

   All of us were carrying a spear for walking assistance and, except for
Anna, were also carrying a backpack or two.  Mother and Aiden and I were
always there to help Anna over the rough places where a little climbing was
necessary.  We took a rest stop at the bamboo grove while Aiden and I cut
bamboo poles for Anna's sling and then we walked the rest of the way.  I
made sure that Mother and Michael were first when we went through the tree
tunnel.  They were struck by the beauty of Paradise Beach, as all of us
were when we first saw it.

   In seconds after arrival, we were all naked and in the water playing.  I
left it up to Aiden and Matt to throw all volunteers and stayed close to my
wife.  Mother was like a young girl in the water and Michael was like a
young fish.  I never knew where his wet head would pop up next.

   Anna insisted on swimming a little and Aiden and I were right there by
her side.  She grumbled as she was returning to the beach, pretending to be
fed up with someone always helping her but I knew she didn't mean it.  She
was just being Anna.

   We had lunch on blankets in the shade at the edge of the beach and then
lay in the sun for a while with backpacks as pillows.  I watched Michael's
beautiful butt begin to turn pink and I made him get out of the sun and
wear a loincloth before his buns blistered.  All the other Mouseketeers
showed him their favorite games to play in the water and he was always
eager to play.

   Finally, I reluctantly called a halt to activities in the sun and
ordered a rest period before we climbed back up the mountain to home.  Anna
walked back to the bamboo grove without difficulty and then, after I
begged, let us carry her in the sling.  Aiden and Matt and I, with James
and Toby and Iain rotating, carried her for a while, she walked without
difficulty for a while, and then we carried her on home.

   She wanted to lie down so I went with her to our bedroom to hold her. 
She sadly said that she wouldn't go to the beach again until after the
twins arrived.  I said I'd stay home with her but she protested.  She said
that Mother or Jean-Nicole or Caitlyn would be quite enough to watch over
her and she wanted me leave her and do my usual things.  I wanted to watch
over her but I knew I wasn't really needed.  I'd done my little part months
ago, her words.

   <><><>

   The next time, all nine, count them, nine, five young guys and four
young girls, came to me with a request.  They wanted to have a sex play
party and they wanted to arrange it.  Again, Michael was spokesperson and I
knew it was because it was difficult for me to say no to my son.

   "OK, we will have another sex play party as soon as possible and you
guys can arrange it.  You must present to me a brief proposal of the games
we'll play and I will have veto power.  If I judge that everyone will enjoy
what you propose, we'll play as you plan."

   I thought for a moment.  "Aimee, how long have Mother and Michael been
with us?"

   "They have been here for twenty-seven days, David," she answered.

   I knew that each of the others had arrived within thirty to forty days
after each other.  We might have a new arrival in three days.  What
problems would that present?  Who knows?  I thought it would be wise to
wait for each new arrival to become acclimated to our way of living before
they participated in a wild sex play party.

   ""Aimee, when is the next window of opportunity for us to have another
sex play party?" I asked.

   "There is a brief opportunity in two days, lasting for perhaps two days,
David," she said.  "Remember that as the number of females increases, it
will be more and more difficult to find an opportunity for all to
participate."

   I saw Michael frowning and I assumed he had not thought about the fact
that women were usually out of action a few days every month.  He probably
didn't know that, as part of caring for each of us, Aimee kept a record of
each female's menstrual cycle.

   "Aimee, would you please explain to Michael what we mean by a window of
opportunity?" I asked.  "You guys present me with your plan by tonight and,
if I approve, we'll have a party two days from now."

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