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 Love Is Blind

   A Story of Young Love by Gil Gamesh

   Chapter Five

   I was sitting in the front-porch swing wondering where Gianna was when
she sneaked up behind me and put her hands over my eyes.

   "Where have you been?" I asked, trying to sound like a father.

   She sat down beside me, pushed off with her feet, and we started
swinging.

   "Carol's.  I told her about Azee.  Would you help me, you know, get them
to ask me and Carol on a double date?"

   "Sure.  How about next Tuesday night?  There's a free concert on campus.
The university orchestra is playing Broadway musical songs.  Maybe Alex and
I could go with you if you promise to be good with Azee."

   "If Carol and I give them blowjobs, they'll probably say we're good."

   "Gianna, you know I'm supposed to watch out for you until Mom and Dad
are home.  Leave me a note when you go somewhere.  You just cool it with
Azee."

   "I'm sorry, Mikey.  Is it OK if we just give them a hard time?"

   "Yes, but not too hard."

   "Are we cooking tonight?"

   "Yeah, I've already made the stew.  It's simmering.  You can make a
green salad and toast some bread, you know, like we like it, olive oil and
garlic or olive oil and Romano cheese, maybe bruschetta if we've still got
some vine-ripe tomatoes.  You choose.  Make some iced tea too."

   "What kind of stew?"

   "Italian sausage, pasta, onions, and green beans in tomato sauce with
red wine.  See if there's enough of that box wine we like in the fridge,
that chillable red.  If not, put another box in.  It's good with the stew."

   "No garlic?"

   "Of course, you know I can't cook without garlic."

   "I like your stew, Mikey.  What were you doing when I walked up?  It
looked like you were off somewhere, like lost in a fog."

   "I was just thinking about me and Alex.  Sometimes I don't know what to
do."

   "Well, talk to me.  I'm a girl."

   "Today, after we had lunch together and I had to go to my afternoon
class, I hugged her and kissed her and then just held her."

   I wanted to tell Gianna what happened when the two idiots saw us but I
didn't want to make her mad.  She had a temper sometimes, especially when
somebody said something to hurt me.

   "Nothing wrong with that.  What kind of kiss?"

   "It wasn't a tonsillectomy.  It was just a kiss to let her know how I
felt, sort of gentle and slow and sweet, I guess."

   "Girls like kisses like that too.  Did you give her a little tongue?"

   "Yeah, just for a second.  She gave me a little teaser in return."

   "Nothing wrong with that either."

   "Gianna, I had my eyes closed when we kissed and I kept them closed
while I held her.  I felt at peace and content and happy and I wanted to
just keep on holding her forever.  I really like having her in my arms."

   "Sounds like the love bug has bit you."

   "I don't know.  I just know I don't want to hurt her.  You know I don't
have much experience with girls.  What if I do something wrong?  What if I
get too fast with her?  I think about maybe marrying her but I don't know
what I'm getting into."

   "Her pussy is between her legs, Mikey.  That's what you want to get
into."

   "Yeah, I do, but I don't want to do that unless she loves me and wants
it.  I've been thinking about doing her the same way I did you the other
night."

   "I don't know about that.  You almost blew my mind.  Where did you learn
to do stuff like that?"

   "Nowhere.  I just did what I felt like doing with you.  I love you too,
you know.  I wanted you to enjoy it."

   "Well, I did.  If that's a taste of what sex is like...phew.  Maybe I
could get Azee to do me."

   "Yeah, and I could do Alex at the same time.  We could have an orgy."

   "That would be nice.  Quit teasing me."

   "Maybe we could all get naked and get in a pile."

   "Yeah, and you could suck Anthony's dick while Zorba sucks yours."

   "Shit.  Quit teasing me."

   <><><>

   I looked at my watch: 8:30.  I knew it was late but I wanted to see her.
I called on her cellphone.  She answered, "Hello, Mikey."

   "How did you know it was me?"

   "You've got a special ringtone on my phone," she said.  "Mom has one. 
So does Dad.  Azee has another.  You've got your own."

   "Did you program it like that?"

   "Yes, it's easy."

   "May I come over for a few minutes?" I asked.  "I need to see you."

   "Can't we just talk?"'

   "No, I need to hold you."

   "I'm about ready to go to bed.  So's the rest of the family."

   "That's OK.  Please!  I just need to see...I mean, hold you for a
minute."

   The front porch light was on when I got there and she answered the door
when I rang the doorbell.  She had on a long white t-shirt that barely
covered her good parts.  I saw a little strip of white panties on one side.
I stepped inside, shut the door, wrapped my arms around her and held her. I
glanced in the living room and saw her parents and Azee all ready for bed,
about half naked like Alex.  The TV was on but they were all turned looking
at us.  I didn't care.  I kissed Alex as gently as possible, put my hand
behind her head, held her against me, and shut my eyes.

   "Get a room," Azee said.

   "I want to say something from my heart and I don't care who listens," I
said.

   Azee started to say something but Margaret cut him off.

   "Shut up, Azee."

   "Alex, for years I've felt like a nomad wandering the desert and needing
something to drink and then one day I walked upon an oasis, an English
class, and you were there and the first time I held you in my arms it
seemed like I drank from you and somehow everything was alright and I
wasn't thirsty anymore."

   "Whew," Azee said.  "That's heavy."

   "Yeah, I think they better get a room," the other Azee said.

   "Shut up, Azee," Aiden said.

   I looked at Margaret and Aiden.  "Do you understand?  Azee doesn't. 
It's not about sex.  It's about love.  I know it's late but I just had to
see her and hold her.  Like I said, I drink from her."

   "I understand, Mike," Aiden said.  "I felt the same way with Margaret
when we started.  Still do.  When she holds me, everything's right with the
world.  Maybe Azee will understand when they grow up."

   I wanted to tell them.  "Today, something happened at school when Alex
and I were saying goodbye and I was going to my afternoon class.  I was
holding her like this and I kissed her like I did a minute ago and shut my
eyes and just held her for a few seconds.  I heard somebody say, `Look at
that.  Them two freaks have found each other.  Ain't that sweet?' That was
the girl and then the guy said he bet he could freak her out with his
penis. Why are people like that?  We're not freaks."

   "That was Gloria Morgan, Mikey," Alex said.  "The guy was probably a
football player.  My friends say she's had sex with about half the football
team and the other half is waiting in line.  That's not really the way my
friends said it but I cleaned it up for my parents."

   "Well, I cleaned up what the two idiots said too," I said.  "Tonight I
was thinking about what happened and wishing I had done something to
protect Alex from sh...stuff like that.  I just wanted to come over and
hold her and maybe we could drink from each other and stuff like that
wouldn't hurt us and we could both sleep better."

   Margaret walked over to us, silky pink nightgown down to mid-thigh, and
put her arms around me and Alex.  I saw tears in her eyes.  Aiden came
over, black cotton shorts, and hugged us too.  I felt overdressed in shorts
and knit shirt and sandals.

   "Don't let the shitheads bother you, Mike," Aiden said.  "I'm proud of
the way you and Alex are with each other.  Someday you'll be glad you lived
by your own standards."

   Margaret turned and buried her face in Aiden's shoulder.  I heard her
sob.  Azee walked over to us, both wearing just exercise shorts hanging off
their butts, and hugged up against the four of us.  I felt better, like I
was drinking from all of Alex's family.

   "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog," Azee said, grinning.

   "Shut up, Zorba," I said.

   "Damn, Mom, Mikey did it again!"

   "If the rest of you can shut up for a minute, I'd like to say
something," Alex said, and waited until she was sure everybody had shut up.

   "I've got a room.  I'm about to take Mikey to my room.  We're going to
shut the door.  I understood what he said.  I need to drink from him too.
We're just going to hold each other; that's all."

   She took my hand and we started down the hall toward her bedroom.

   Azee started to say the quick brown fox again.  "Shut up, Anthony,"
Zorba said.

   We went in her bedroom, crawled in her bed, and held each other as close
as possible while still wearing something.  About fifteen minutes later,
she went with me to the front door.  With her family watching, she kissed
me for the first time that night, her kiss, not mine, a good kiss with a
little tongue.  She smiled at me and shut the door.  I was not thirsty
anymore.

   <><><>

   Carol couldn't go to the concert with us.  She had let her grades slip
and she couldn't go out during the week, just on weekends.  Gianna had two
dates, Azee.  I had just one, Alex.  Mom let me use her car to go to the
concert and I let Gianna drive to the Andreas' home.

   Summer concerts were all casual and the five of us were dressed almost
the same: sneakers, shorts, and knit shirts.  When we picked up Alex and
Azee, she had a light sweater over her shoulders.  She and Gianna
disappeared in her room for a while and, when they came out, Gianna had a
sweater casually draped over her shoulders too.

   Gianna sat in the back between Azee and they whispered back and forth.
Alex sat up front with me and put her hand on my leg.  I heard lots of
giggling in the back seat but I tried not to look in the rear view mirror.

   During the concert one Azee had his arm around Gianna's shoulders and
the other held her hand.  Then the next time I looked they had switched.  I
held Alex's hand part of the time and put my arm over her shoulders the
rest.  She let her hand rest on my leg, slowly moving it up until it was
about eight inches from my penis.  Then she moved it about two more inches.
After that, it was about two inches from my penis.  I slapped her hand
gently and then held my hand and hers against her leg.

   The concert was great.  The university orchestra knew its audience and
the emcee had everybody laughing between selections.  I don't know where
the guys and girls singing were from but they had great voices.  I knew it
was supposed to be a two-hour concert but, as they say, time flies when
you're having fun.  It was a simple first date, a free concert aimed at
college students.  When we left, Alex held my arm and all the students that
looked at us smiled and nodded or said something nice.

   When we got out of the car at her house, Alex invited us in for a minute
but told us to be quiet because her parents would already be in bed.  There
was a light on near the front door and a light on in the kitchen.  The
front hall and the living room were almost dark.

   Alex held her head up to me and I knew what she wanted.  It was what I
wanted too.  We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed.  It started
as a gentle lips-to-lips kiss and then an open mouth with tongues kiss.

   I opened my eyes briefly to see if Azee and Gianna were watching.  They
weren't.  One Azee was kissing Gianna about the same as I was kissing Alex
and the other was standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders.  As
I watched, she turned around and the other Azee quickly got another
lip-lock on her.  Gianna and Azee made a beautiful couple even if they were
a threesome.

   I closed my eyes and kept on kissing Alex.  My dick developed about half
a hard-on again and I had on boxer shorts with room for it to grow.  Alex
pressed herself against me and I moved my hips around against her.  When I
opened my eyes again, Azee and Gianna were watching us, all three grinning,
and they both had their arms around her.  I knew I had to stop.  We all
grinned at each other for a moment and then I grabbed Gianna's hand and we
went back out to the car.  Gianna teased me about trying to drive with
something hard in my shorts.

   <><><>

   "Hello, Mikey."

   "Hello, Alex.  Are you busy?"

   "No, I just brushed my hair.  I'm getting ready for bed."

   "Have you got time to talk with me?"

   "Yes.  About what?"

   "Two short sentences.  One is three words, a simple declarative
sentence. The other is four words, an interrogative sentence."

   "Is the first one eight letters?"

   "Yes."

   "Perhaps it's too early to say those words, Mikey."

   "Maybe but it's not too early to think about saying them."

   "Have you been thinking about them?  I have.  At least the first one."

   "I'm glad.  Alex, I want you to know what I mean when I say them to you.
OK?

   "Yes, Mikey."

   "I'm not going to say the first sentence lightly, Alex.  When I say it
that means I've surrendered to loving you for the rest of my life.  It
means I want to have sex with you in the evening and hold you through the
night and then see you smiling at me at breakfast.  If you say it back, the
second sentence is going to follow."

   "I understand."

   "When I say it that means I want you for love and sex and children and
marriage, well, maybe marriage before children.  If you say it back, you're
saying the same thing.  Do you think you could put up with me for the rest
of your life?"

   "Yes, Mikey.  That would be easy.  Do you think you could live with me?
That will be hard.  Being blind isn't easy."

   "That leads in to something else I want to talk about?"

   "What?"

   "Some Saturday, I'd like to spend the day with you and I want to be
blindfolded all day.  I want to get a small sample of what your life is
like."

   "We don't have anything planned for this weekend.  Would you like to
spend Saturday and Sunday with me?"

   "I don't have anything planned either but I was just thinking of
spending the day with you, not all weekend.  Mom says it's not polite to
invite yourself into somebody else's home but I want to experience your
environment.  Can you clear it with Margaret?"

   "Yes.  We do have something planned for Friday night, family stuff. 
Could you come over early Saturday morning?  We can have breakfast
together."

   "Yeah.  There's one more thing I want to talk with you about, Alex."

   "OK."

   "You and Gianna showed me a little love one night.  I want to show you a
little love, sometime soon.  I've already showed Gianna."

   "You've done something with Gianna?"

   "Yeah, just a little love, not a lot of love."

   "A lot of love with me wouldn't be safe yet, Mikey.  I've just started
taking the pill and I'm supposed to wait a couple of months to be safe."

   "That's OK.  I'm not talking about that.  Before we do that, I'm going
to say those three little words to you and you've got to say them back."

   "OK.  You've already done something with Gianna?"

   "Yeah, but let's not talk about it tonight.  I'd rather show you than
tell you.  You can call Gianna and talk to her about what I did with her.
Tell her I said it's OK.  I'm not ashamed of it.  She and I love each other
but we'll never do what I want to do with you."

   "If you spend Saturday and Sunday with me, would you like to sleep with
me Saturday night?  I'd like that."

   "Yeah, but what will your parents say?"

   "They like you, Mikey.  We'll just tell them what we're going to do. 
They want me to be with my boyfriend in our home, not off somewhere in the
woods.  I'm not ashamed of it either."

   "Am I your boyfriend now?"

   "Yes."

   "Good.  And you're my girlfriend?"

   "Yes."

   "There's something else I've been thinking about.  It involves our
families."

   "I like your family, Mikey."

   "I like yours too, Alex.  I'd like us all to get together one day soon.
Maybe we could spend a Saturday together and play in your pool.  We could
have sandwiches for lunch and then you and I and Gianna and Azee can cook
dinner.  I'll plan on something real nice.  Then I want to talk to both
families about us and how we feel about each other.  I'm not sure how we
can have what we want but I know we've got to have the love and support of
both our families.  What do you think of that idea?"

   "I think it's wise, Mikey.  I want us both to graduate from college and
I know we're not ready to assume full responsibility for our lives yet. 
We're going to need their love and support."

   "Well, sleep on what we've talked about.  Talk to your mom and dad.  Let
me know if you can have company this weekend."

   "OK."

   "Alex, I wish you could know how it makes me feel to walk somewhere with
you holding onto my arm.  I felt the same way when we went to the concert
and I held your hand.  Then you teased me by moving your hand up closer to
my dick and I got a hard-on and I wanted you to touch me but I was afraid
I'd come in my pants if you did."

   She interrupted me.  "I didn't move my hand, Mikey.  It was you who
moved my hand.  I didn't mean to make it hard."

   "Sure you didn't.  Anyway, I keep thinking about what it would be like
to surrender to loving you for the rest of my life.  Maybe it's too early
to say three little words but I can't help thinking stuff like that."

   "I think about the same things, Mikey, but I'm a little scared.  Life
with me won't be easy.  If you're going to back out, do it now.  Don't hurt
me, Mikey.  The more I love you...oops, I didn't mean to say that, the more
painful it will be if we..."

   I interrupted her.  "I'm not going to back out, Alex.  I'm going to go
forward.  It's what I want.  I want you."

   "If I let you sleep with me Saturday night, maybe you'd better bring
some protection."

   "You mean condoms?  Rubbers?"

   "Yes."

   "Uh, uh, I won't need any.  You've got to trust me, Alex.  We're just
going to play.  We'll save the best for later.  We've both got to say three
little words before we do that."

   "I'm going to call Gianna.  Is that OK?"

   "Yes.  Believe me; I'm not ashamed of what I did with her.  I'll never
go all the way with her.  You're going to be the only girl I ever do that
with."

   "Mikey, where's your hand right now?"

   "Wrapped around my dick.  I've got a hard-0n.  Where's yours?"

   "In my panties.  You know I like to sleep in a big t-shirt and cotton
panties."

   "May I put my hand in your panties Saturday night?"

   "Yes, if you'll let me put my hand on your dick.  I liked feeling it
pressed against me after the concert.  Wait a minute.  The answer is no
because I'm not going to be wearing any panties."

   "Damn, I think we'd better stop talking."

   "OK.  I've got something else I want to do before I go to sleep."

   "Me too.  It always helps me sleep better.  Do you sleep better after
you do it?"

   "Yes."

   Well, goodnight, Alex.  Three little words."

   "Goodnight, Mikey.  Three little words.  I wish I could kiss you over
the phone.  You're a good kisser."

   "No, I'm not.  You know I don't have any experience with girls.  I just
like kissing you."

   "Well, anyway, goodnight."

   "Yeah, goodnight."

   <><><>

   Alex invited me to spend the weekend with her.  She even told her
parents we were going to sleep together Saturday night, in her room, in her
bed.  She told them we were going to play but we wouldn't go all the way
until we both said three little words to each other.  She said she trusted
me and they could too.  She told Azee that they had better not tease us or
she'd murder them in their sleep and run their bodies through the meat
grinder.

   Breakfast was at 8 o'clock.  A few minutes before that, Mom dropped me
off at the Andreas house with my backpack.  I rang their doorbell.  Alex
opened the door with a mask in her hand.  I had also brought one and it was
in my backpack.  She wouldn't allow me in the door until I let her put her
mask over my eyes.

   I saw her beautiful face smiling up at me, eyes bright with an
expression which I hoped was love.  If she couldn't see my face, why does
she always look in my direction?  I looked down farther and saw she was
wearing the same thing I was: a knit shirt and khaki shorts.  I saw bumps
on her breasts and I assumed she didn't have on a bra.  With her small
breasts, she didn't really need one.  Her shorts were about like mine, down
almost to her knees.  She had on white socks and sneakers and so did I.  We
were both tall and slim.  She was a beautiful blonde girl and I wanted to
say three little words to her.

   I didn't want to put on the mask but I was the one who suggested it.  I
put my hands on the door jamb on each side of her and she made me blind for
the weekend.  She found my hand, put it on her arm, and led me in their
house.

   I wasn't quite ready to be with her family.  I didn't feel any urge to
kiss her but I felt a strong urge to hold her.  I stopped, pulled her
against me, took a few deep breaths, and maybe I did drink from her. 
Somehow just holding her for a moment satisfied something in me.  Her head
was tucked against the side of my throat and shoulder.  She gave me a
little smack of a kiss on the side of my throat, and I let her go.  She put
my hand on her arm again and we went in the kitchen.

   Both Aiden and Margaret greeted me.  Aiden's voice told me he was
sitting at the kitchen table to my right.  Margaret's voice told me she was
standing, probably at the stove to my left.  I heard Aiden take a slurping
sip of something, probably coffee.  Margaret took something out of the oven
and put it on top of the stove.  It smelled delicious.  I bumped into a
kitchen chair, felt for the table, and sat down in the chair.  Alex put
both hands on my shoulders and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

   "Relax, Mikey, you're going to be OK.  After breakfast I'll show you
around the house again."

   "Would you like a cup of coffee, Mike?" Aiden asked.

   "Yeah, I like it half milk and half coffee, with a couple of teaspoons
of sugar," I said.  "Can I have it like that?"

   "Sure, Alex would you fix it for him?" he said.

   "Azee is still sleeping," Margaret said.  "We let them sleep late on
Saturday mornings."

   I felt a little lost.  How could Alex pour a mug half full of milk?  I
listened as she got the milk jug out of the refrigerator, poured some in a
mug, then got the coffee from somewhere and finished filing the mug.  I
heard her put in two spoons of sugar and stir.  I reached out and she
guided my hand to the mug.  I took a sip.  Just right.

   Breakfast was banana nut bread, yogurt, and mixed fresh fruit, about the
same thing my family had on a Saturday morning.  Alex clued me in on how to
remember where everything was.  Plate directly in front of me like a clock,
yogurt at ten o'clock, bowl of fruit at twelve o'clock, coffee mug at two
o'clock, banana-nut bread in my plate, spoon for yogurt and fruit to the
right of the plate.

   Alex sat beside me and I suppose I didn't make too big a mess.  I ate
the banana-nut bread with my fingers and drank my coffee without spilling
it.  The yogurt was in a plastic cup with a cover on it.  I felt for the
tab and pulled the cover off.  Then I held the cup close to my mouth and
spooned it in.  I ate the fruit the same way, just holding the bowl close
to my mouth.  Afterward, I felt down the front of my shirt.  I felt a few
crumbs but nothing wet.  Aiden must have been watching me.

   "You did good, Mike," he said.  "You dropped some yogurt on your
shorts."

   "Aiden!" Margaret said.

   I wasn't going to let him get away with kidding me.  "That's not yogurt.
It's warm, not cold.  That happened when Alex kissed me."

   I suppose they both understood.  I heard them giggling and laughing.

   After breakfast, Alex and I sat on the loveseat in her room and listened
to another book assigned in our class.  I put my arm over her shoulders and
we snuggled up with each other.  She put her hand on my leg and I didn't
want it to go wandering so I reached over with my hand and held it still.
After a while I felt Nature call.

   "Alex, I've got to go pee."

   "So do I, Mikey.  Let's go together."

   I wasn't ready for that.  I just sat there.

   "Mikey, I'm not going to be bashful with you.  We've both got to pee. 
Let's do it."

   She led me from her room to the bathroom, blind leading the blind.  I
let her go first.  I heard her pull down her shorts and then, I think, her
panties, heard her pee down in water, just like I do, and heard her get
toilet paper, just like I don't.

   She helped me shuffle up to the commode.  I unzipped and pulled my dick
out of my underwear and shorts.  I wasn't sure I could do it without
pissing on the commode or the floor.  I felt down to the commode seat.  It
was up.  Alex had raised it.

   "Alex, what if I make a mess?  I mean, what if I pee on the floor?"

   "What do you usually do, Mikey?"

   I felt ridiculous, standing there in front of her, holding my dick in my
hand.

   "Well, you know I'm not circumcised, right?"

   "Yes, and I know Azee isn't either.  Mom says Dad isn't."

   "Well, when my dick's soft, my foreskin covers the head and sticks out a
little further.  I always pull my foreskin back so my dick can see where to
aim, I mean, so I can see where to aim."

   "Would you like me to aim it for you, Mikey?"

   "Oh, shit.  Don't tease me like that.  I won't be able to piss if I get
a hard-on."

   "Mikey, remember who else uses this bathroom.  Azee does too.  Mom says
they're better about aiming now but they still make a mess sometimes. 
Anyway, they're the ones responsible for cleaning this bathroom."

   I shuffled up closer, felt the commode against my shins, stepped back a
few inches, and let go.  I heard it hit water and I tried to hold still.  I
leaned forward, squeezed out the last drops, shook, slid my foreskin back
over the head, and stuffed my dick back in my shorts.  I sighed in relief
that, as far as I knew, I didn't make a mess.

   We went back to her room but Alex didn't start the book again.  She
wanted to talk.

   "Mikey, I called Gianna.  We talked about what you did with her."

   "I wanted you to call her, Alex.  Gianna and I have always talked about
everything and I mean everything.  Mom and Dad have a downstairs bedroom.
Gianna and I have upstairs bedrooms and we share a bath.  We've seen each
other naked all our lives and we've talked about what it's like to be a guy
and what it's like to be a girl."

   She was quiet and I sensed that there was something she wasn't saying.

   "Is something wrong, Alex?"

   "I don't know, Mikey.  Guys don't usually do stuff like that with their
sisters."

   "Alex, before the other night, we had never done anything like that with
each other.  I mean it.  Gianna jacked me off once to see how guys do it
but she was scared to let me do something for her.  Maybe I let things go
too far.  It's just so damned difficult to know what to do sometimes.  I'm
nineteen years old and I've never felt a girl's hand on my dick before you
and Gianna did it.  I need to be touched and held and loved and sexed and I
can't help it."

   "I need it too, Mikey."

   "Gianna did too, Alex.  If I tell you something will you promise never
to tell her?"

   "Yes."

   "When I was doing stuff with her, part of the time, I mean, I was
thinking of you and wanting to do it with you.  I asked Gianna to tell me
what she liked and what she didn't like.  I don't know much about what to
do with girls.  I learned a lot from playing with her.  Tonight I'd like to
do the same things with you."

   "She said you told her you would never go all the way with her.  She
loves you, Mikey.  She wants you to make love to her."

   "Yeah, she thinks she does.  I want her to find another guy for that,
one who probably won't appreciate what she's offering him.  That's the way
she says it."

   "Azee would like to do it with her.  They think she's hot."

   "Yeah, she's a beautiful girl, Alex.  She's like you except that she's
more of a brunette and not a blond.  I don't know what we'd do if she and
Azee tried to get it on."

   "We can't control what other people do, Mikey."

   "Maybe, but she's my little sister and I love her.  I've always watched
out for her."

   She signed loudly and then she was quiet.

   "Don't be afraid of me, Alex.  I'll never hurt you."

   "I'm not afraid of you, Mikey.  It's just that I've never slept with a
guy before.  I've never had a guy do to me what you did to Gianna.  I'm
scared because I want it but I'm afraid of it."

   "I can sleep somewhere else."

   "Don't you dare!  You're my boyfriend now, Mikey.  I want you to sleep
with me."

   "And do you like I did Gianna."

   "Yeah, but not right now.  We need to listen to that book some more."

   We ate lunch on the porch, sandwiches with a soft drink, and I didn't
have any difficulty with that.  Azee was up and they kept up a barrage of
jokes and fun, usually trying to embarrass me.  After peeing with Alex, I
wasn't easy to humiliate.  For the rest of the afternoon, Alex and I
listened to some more of the book and then discussed it.  I even went to
the bathroom by myself.

   I didn't have much trouble with dinner: cold sliced ham and potato salad
and pickles and asparagus with iced tea and then ice cream between cookies
for dessert.

   I did have a little trouble with what we did after dinner.  Alex said
that we should all go swimming after dark and I knew from the way she said
it that she meant swimming nude.  We undressed on the back porch and I
couldn't see them but I knew they could see me.  I didn't care.  The pool
was a little cool and that kept the problem from getting bigger.  After
Alex hung on to me while Azee tried to tickle both of us, I wished it had
been really cold.  Then somebody pulled my penis while Margaret and one
Azee were right next to me.  Maybe Azee did it to make me think Margaret
had done it.  Maybe Margaret did do it.  Then later an Azee yelled for Alex
to stop that and I wondered what she had done.  It seemed like they all
didn't mind doing stuff that surprised me.

   When we got out of the pool, my mask was wet and Azee dug through my
backpack for the one I'd brought.  Alex made me sit in a chair and she
changed the masks after I promised to keep my eyes shut.

   "We're going to shower together so Mikey can shampoo my hair."

   We were drying off on the back porch when Alex announced that to her
family.  I stopped and listened but I didn't hear any objections.  Aiden
told Azee to shut up before either said anything.

   Both of us blind again, she led me through the kitchen and down the
hallway to the bathroom.  I heard Azee, both of them, giving me some
advice. I knew they couldn't resist.  I knew I probably shouldn't take any
of it.

   Maybe the shampoo was an excuse.  Alex said the pool chemicals would
cause her blond hair to get a greenish tint if she didn't wash it after
swimming.  Her hair wasn't much longer than mine so I had no trouble.  Then
she wanted to shampoo mine.  I suppose my dick felt it had permission to
stand and look around so it did.  Alex shampooed my hair from the front and
paid no attention to what kept touching her.  Then she slid her hands up
and down on my chest and shoulders and biceps and I wanted her to put them
on something lower down.

   "I like the way you are, Mikey, so slim and hard and muscular," she said
and then teased me.  "Is something else hard?  I feel something bumping
against me."

   I heard a snick when she opened the plastic cap of something and then
she started rubbing my shoulders and chest and it felt like she had liquid
soap on her hands.  She pulled and I turned around and let her do my back.
Then she handed me the plastic bottle and I squirted some on my hand and
did her.  I stalled when I rubbed her breasts but she didn't object.  Her
nipples were hard under my palms.  I leaned over, kissed each little
nipple, sucked on them for just a second, and straightened back up.  My
mouth tasted like the liquid soap.  I tilted my head up, caught the shower
spray, and rinsed my mouth out.

   Alex pressed up against me or tried to but my dick was in the way.  I
bent it to one side, put my hands on her butt, and pulled her close to me.
She was naked, wet, slippery, and I was too and I'd never felt so alive.

   She moved against me and we stood there holding each other, moving ever
so slightly against each other.  Then she pulled my arm, grabbed my hand,
and pushed it down between us.  I slid it over her belly and felt her wet
pubic hair on my palm and her soft curved mound under my fingers.  I
wiggled my middle finger back and forth between her little lips until I
felt her warmth.

   She reached down, wrapped her hand around my penis and held it.  Her
hand wasn't moving, mine wasn't moving, and somehow I was satisfied to be
holding her close to me like that, just quietly holding each other while
the warm shower water beat down on us.

   We tried to dry each other at the same time but that didn't work.  I
gave in and let her do me first and then I did her.  When she handed me a
blow dryer and a hair brush, I knew what she wanted me to do.  I had done
it with Gianna a few times so I just tried to do the same thing for Alex.
She sat down on the commode and I shuffled up close to her until I felt her
knees on each side of my legs.  I reached out in the darkness, found her
wet head, and started the blow dryer.  I directed the air toward my stomach
until I was sure the temperature was OK and then I started lifting her hair
with the brush and blowing it dry.

   I knew my hard-on was pointing pretty much straight at her face but I
didn't anticipate what she did a couple of minutes later.  She put her
hands on my legs, moved them up, cupped one under my balls, wrapped the
other around my dick, and pulled my foreskin the rest of the way back.  I
really didn't expect her to do anything else so it was a shock but a nice
surprise when she bent my dick up, licked it from my balls to the head,
then bent it back down, and took the head in her mouth.  I stopped what I
was doing and so did she.

   "Mikey, you're supposed to be blow-drying my hair," she said.

   "Well, squeeze me; I didn't know you were going to give me a blow-job."

   "I'm not.  This is just a little teaser to keep it hard.  Maybe I'll
give you a blow-job later."

   "I don't need any help in keeping it hard.  I need help in getting it
soft."

   "Well, maybe I can do that."

   I got my revenge when she started blow-drying my hair.  She was standing
touching inside my wide-spread knees so I knew exactly where she was.  I
slowly outstretched one hand in what seemed like the center of her legs,
raised my index finger, hit the spot, and gave here the finger.  She
squealed, "Mikey!" and then started giggling.  I suppose you might say I
giggled too but I thought it was more like laughing.  Snickering?

   Before we left the bathroom to go in her bedroom, she found the towels
we had used, wrapped one around my neck, hung one on my dick, and handed me
a wet washcloth.  She took my hand and led me to the door and then stopped.
I thought she might be listening to hear if anybody was around but I didn't
hear anything.  We were part way to her room when I heard a woman close by
clear her throat and it sounded like Margaret.  Alex pulled me in her room
and shut the door and then burst out giggling.

   "Who was that?" I asked, and then started laughing.

   "It was Mom.  She was at the closet where we keep towels, probably
putting away some freshly-dried ones.  She started a load before we went
swimming.  She and I are the ones who usually put up the stuff out of the
dryer."

   "Damn!"

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