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   My Brother, My Son

   Another Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter Three

   Friday morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table in my usual in-house
uniform, having a bowl of cereal and a banana, when I heard them start
again.  I tried to ignore the sounds but it was hard, really hard.  When I
finished eating, I guess they finished about the same time because they got
quiet.  A couple of minutes later, I heard Mom giggling and looked down the
short hall behind me.  They both ran in the bathroom, naked as jaybirds,
Dad's hard-on flopping around, and slammed the door.  I sat there and
waited.  I heard the shower and then I think they started at each other
again.  I think Dad had Mom against the wall like Sonny had that girl
against the door in the Godfather and it really made a bumping noise.  I
got up, went over to the kitchen sink, dropped my drawers, and had a good
piss and then, since my dick insisted, I had a good whack attack.  I
thought about leaving the white stuff, maybe to see if it would foam up
like dishwashing stuff, but then I washed it down the drain.  I'd had
enough.  I got my sneakers, went outdoors, got my skateboard, and went to
the sidewalk behind all the apartments.  They wouldn't let us do it on the
sidewalks next to the road in front of the apartments but it was OK as long
as we were out of sight behind the apartments.  I went from one end of the
sidewalk to the other about ten times and then I went back in the house. 
They were both sitting at the table, eating breakfast, at least half
clothed, smiling at each other like honeymooners.  Dad said he wanted to go
swimming, to work the kinks out, yeah, his words, like he hadn't already
unkinked last night and this morning, and asked me to check the swimming
schedules.  I knew the pool schedule by heart since I used the pool almost
every day but I thought I'd better check.  I got on the computer and
learned that the indoor pool was reserved for officers and dependents
swimming laps at 10 AM and the big outdoor pool was open to officers and
dependents all morning for playing.  There are a lot of civilian personnel
who work for the base and they can't use the pool or the commissary or
places like that.  We had to have a little fob that identified us to the
doohickey at the entrance and I knew where mine was and Mom and Dad finally
found theirs.  We walked to the pool next to the park picnic area carrying
our towels and bathing suit, wearing clothes for a change.  Then we had to
take a bath or maybe just rinse off and we had to get naked to bathe. 
Rules said we had to wash off all the perfumes and lotions and stuff before
we got in the water.  Yeah, like guys wear stuff like that.  Dad and I went
in the men's side, stripped naked, and waited a minute to get under a
shower.  It was crowded with men and boys, mostly boys, yelling and
screaming and grab-assing, and finally we got a shower so we both used it.
I watched while most of the other guys put on baggies and almost wished I
could too.  A bunch of guys put on Speedos and I could tell they were on
the high school swim team.  They looked like they'd shaved all over except
their heads and the hair there was real short.  They looked funny without
any hair around their dicks or on their balls.  I knew the swim coach and
he had already said he wanted me to try out for the team next year and I
wanted to.  I didn't know how I'd be about shaving all over, especially
around my dick and balls.  I thought maybe I could get Mom to do it because
she knew how to shave her legs and her pussy.  Then I thought about licking
Mom's pussy with my pepper sauce tongue and how she'd gone off like
firecracker.  My dick heard me thinking about that and started to lift up
and look around so I hurried up and slid my Speedo up my legs and over the
damn thing.  I couldn't comfortably bend it down over my balls so I just
turned it to point to the right.  Dad put on his Speedo and grinned at me.
I knew he had seen my dick trying to get hard.  It was really making a
bulge on one side of my Speedo.  We went out of the shower room with the
swim team and I watched as all the females in the pool room checked us out,
even Dad and me.  I was almost embarrassed at what I had in my Speedo but I
couldn't bend it down.  Some girls got a surprised look on their faces when
they saw me.  I was proud of Dad and the way he looked in his Speedo.  His
dick was bent down over his balls and they made a nice package.  We went to
the lap pool and waited for Mom a minute or two.  My dick finally relented
so I pulled my Speedo out in front and tucked in down over my balls.  When
she came out, she had on a bikini that really showed what she had.  She got
some stares from the guys and kids and even the women except they looked
like they thought she was too sexy.  She was probably the closest to a
Playboy model of any of the women there.  Maybe everybody knew how the lap
pool worked.  You got somebody in the next lane to partner with and then
tried to outswim each other.  We got a lane next to the swim team.  Dad
went first, Mom second, and me third.  Then we got out and returned to the
other end to go again.  Dad reported that he had tied with his partner and
that really impressed me.  Mom said she tied too but she knew her partner
was going slow so he could grin at her.  I think I could have beat my
partner but I decided not to.  I knew him and he was a good guy and I
didn't want to make an enemy yet.  I swam eight laps in all, lost seven and
won one, my fifth one.  It was against a guy on the swim team and we were
both a little tired.  Maybe he was more tired than I was.  Mom dropped out
and stood watching me and Dad and then Dad dropped out and they both stood
there, arms around the other's backs, and watched me.  We went to the
outdoor pools next and I saw lot of guys and girls there from my school. 
Mom and Dad lay down in some chaise lounges and put their sun glasses on.
After a while, the swim team guys came over too and they started it.  It
was a game we played lots of times, Battle.  One guy would get another on
his shoulders and then others did until we had a bunch of pairs.  The
object of the game was to pull the guy off the shoulders of somebody else.
I was on the shoulders of a guy I knew and we lasted quite a while but two
swim-team guys were the winners.  When the last guy was still on the
shoulders of his partner, the game was over and we started another.  This
time the girls didn't want to stand around and watch.  They wanted to get
on the guys' shoulders.  A real cute girl I know, Maryse, wanted to be my
partner.  She was in my grade at school and I knew she liked me because we
both spoke a little French and I knew how to pronounce her name.  I ducked
under, put my head between her legs, and stood up.  My dick liked the idea
of a girl's pussy being on the back of my neck but it couldn't stand up and
look around in my tight Speedo.  We lasted for a while.  She kissed me on
the cheek when I helped her stand up after she fell off.  I looked to see
if Mom and Dad were watching.  They were.  They both grinned and waved at
me.  I walked over in a corner where nobody could see what I was doing.  My
dick wouldn't forget about having Maryse's pussy on the back of my neck. 
It wanted to stand up and look around and it was really uncomfortable.  I
pulled my Speedo out in front, pulled my dick up, pointed it to one side,
and told it to be good.  When I turned around, Maryse and one of her girl
grinds were standing there grinning at me.  I felt like a damn fool but she
just threw me an air kiss and walked away.  We played one more game and I
was really surprised when Mom and Dad wanted to be a team.  A couple of
other older guys got their wives or maybe girl friends to play too.  I
dropped out so I could just watch them.  When there were only two couples
left, I thought Dad and Mom were going to be the winners but Mom got pulled
off and they lost.  Dad and I changed back to regular shorts and shirts and
then went outside to wait for Mom.  I saw Maryse waiting too and I walked
over to her.  She smiled at me and I guess she knew what I wanted.  "My
telephone number is 532-1601, Ryan," was all she said.  I smiled back at
her, took both her hands in mine, and leaned over kissed her on both
cheeks, not an air kiss like some Europeans do and maybe not a real kiss
but I made sure my lips touched her cheek on both sides.  "I'll call you
but it will be a few days, Maryse," I said.  "My dad has just returned from
a three-month deployment and I want to spend some time with him." "I
understand, Ryan," she said.  "But don't forget my number." "I won't," I
said, smiling at her, still holding her hands.  "I'm an elephant. 
Elephants never forget." I turned to walk away and I heard her ask
something and I turned back.  "Ryan, do you have a banana in your Speedo?"
Oh, damn, I thought.  I didn't know what to say.  Finally I thought of an
answer.  "I don't know.  It was just something that happened after I
had...votre petite mimi...on the back of my neck." She giggled.  I just
chuckled.  Guys don't giggle.  I turned around and saw my parents watching
and waiting for me.  I walked home with them but I felt like running or
maybe yelling or something because there was something inside me and I
wanted to let it out.  As soon as we were home, Mom handed me her cell
phone and told me to call the Tex-Mex restaurant we liked and order three
dinner combos to pick up, no hot salsa, just mild, and to make sure I asked
when they would be ready.  They asked me how soon I could get there and I
said about five minutes.  They said they'd have the dinners ready.  Mom
said she wanted to shampoo her hair so Dad and I had a quick piss and then
let her have the bathroom.  We had to leave the base to go pick up the food
and it was ready and already paid for.  When we got back Mom was
blow-drying her hair.  As soon as she finished we pigged out with Tex-Mex
stuff.  Dad and I had another bottle of beer.  Mom had a glass of milk and
she told me why.  Afterwards, Dad wanted to take a nap and Mom did too.  I
started to go in my room but Mom held out her hand to me.  Then Dad held
out his hand too.  I couldn't believe it.  "Would you like to take a nap
with us, Tiger?" Dad asked.  "I said nap, that's all." I'd never done that
or if I had it was when I was a baby.  I took their hands and we all went
in their bedroom.  I thought they would probably sleep in their shirt and
shorts but then they both started taking everything off.  I watched for a
minute and then I got naked too.  Dad lay down turned on his side.  His
dick looked relaxed and soft so I figured maybe he really meant nap.  Mom
got in the bed and moved back against him.  She bent one leg and Dad put
his right leg over her left one.  Then he reached around and put his right
hand on her breast.  I didn't know what they wanted me to do.  "Just lay
down, Ryan," Mom said.  "Then move back against me and let me hold you." I
crawled in bed, flopped down on my left side, and scooted back against Mom.
When I bent my right leg, she put her right leg over my left one, and then
reached around, found my hand, and held it against my chest.  I felt one of
her breasts and Dad's hand against my back and then he moved his hand, put
it on my shoulder, and I felt both her breasts.  It was nice to be in bed
with them, eyes closed, easy breathing, not so much sexy, just feeling
relaxed and comfortable and loved, and maybe a little buzzed with beer.  My
dick was full and swollen like always but not hard and it and my balls both
hung down to one side almost to the bed.  Maybe I squirmed and wiggled a
little too much.  I think I might have gone to sleep if Mom hadn't done it.
I was tired from swimming, stuffed with Tex-Mex, a little buzzed from the
beer I'd had, and I could have snoozed.  She knew what was going to happen
when she did it.  She dropped her hand down, wrapped it around my dick,
squeezed it a few times, and then stroked it up and down real slow. 
Instant hard-on again.  "Connor, Ryan has a hard-on," she whispered.  "Is
it OK if I help him with it?" "Yean," Dad said, real sleepy-like.  "Maybe
you could lend him a hand." "OK," Mom said.  "Ryan, would you go in the
bathroom and get that bottle of baby oil and a washcloth?" I was out of bed
before she finished saying it.  When I came back, Mom and Dad were laying
there facing each other, both propped up on an elbow.  There was an open
space between them.  I knew where they wanted me so I crawled in, handed
the baby oil to Mom, the washcloth to Dad, and flopped.  When my dick
settled down, it was at a little angle over my belly like always.  Mom
flipped the lid on the baby oil and squirted a trail down my dick and all
the way down on my balls.  Then she handed the baby oil to Dad, he turned
and set it on the nightstand, and then she smeared baby oil all over my
dick and balls.  I looked from one to the other and they were both watching
what her hand was doing She was stroking my dick just slow and easy with a
kind of tight grip and I was afraid I wouldn't last long and I wanted her
to keep doing it.  Dad reached over and nudged Mom's hand out of the way
and then, with his thumb and a finger, held my dick straight up.  He bent
it all around, looked at it from different angles, and pulled down on my
foreskin so tight I squirmed.  Then he cupped his hand under my balls and
lifted them a couple of times, sort of like he was weighing them.  I
watched his face while he was doing it.  "How big's your dick now, Tiger?"
he asked "And don't tell me you don't know." I knew.  "About six inches,
maybe a hair longer." I almost said `cunt hair' but I changed it.  I didn't
want Mom to hear what we said when a bunch of boys were talking about how
long their dicks were.  "Damn, I don't think mine was that big at fourteen,
Tiger," Dad said.  "You're going to be a big man in more ways than one." I
pushed Dad down on his back, reached down and held his dick straight up
with my thumb and one finger.  It was hard now.  I bent it all around,
looked at it from different angles, wrapped my hand around it, stroked it a
time or two, and then pulled back on his foreskin real tight.  I even gave
his big balls a lift or two.  "How big's your dick now, Connor?" I asked
"And don't tell me you don't know." "Oh, about ten inches," he said, and we
all knew he was lying.  The grin on his face told me he didn't mind what I
had done.  His dick looked like it was at least an inch longer than mine.
He pushed me down on my back, put his fingers on my chin, shook it a
little, kissed me on my cheek, slapped me on my belly, and laughed.  "Here,
Sarah, he's all yours," he said.  Mom put her hand around my dick again and
Dad put his over hers.  They both stroked it for a while.  Mom's grip
wasn't quite so tight now and I thought I'd last a little longer before I
squirted.  After about a minute, I felt my balls crawl up so they were
tight on each side of the shaft of my dick.  Dad took his hand off.  "Here,
you finish him off," Dad said.  "I think he's about to blow." I knew what
he meant.  Blow was oil-country talk and it meant to come like a gusher. 
Mom tightened her grip, stroked a little faster, and within another minute
my dick blew.  I don't know where it all comes from, especially since I'd
jacked off in the kitchen sink just that morning, but I laid down a trail
from my throat down over my chest, and down over my belly.  Mom milked the
last blob out and got it on her thumb and then wiped that on my stomach.  I
hadn't even stopped breathing hard before Dad started wiping everything up
with the washcloth.  We tried spooning up again and this time I had no
trouble in going to sleep.  I slept for a while and then I woke up with
another hard-on, except I knew this one was a piss-hard and I had to go
real bad.  I staggered to the bathroom, pissed about a beer-bottle full,
washed my face and hands, wiped off my dick and balls, and went back in
their bedroom.  Dad was lying on his back with a big hard-on hovering over
his stomach.  Mom had her head on his shoulder and her hand was cupping his
big balls.  "Would you take mine to the bathroom and empty it, Tiger?" Dad
asked, grinning at me.  "Mine too," Mom said, grinning just as big.  "Shit,
I don't know how women pee." I said, grinning back at them.  They both
rolled out and went to the bathroom.  "Damn kid just won't help his old
parents," Dad muttered.  After that we got dressed and went in the kitchen.
Mom asked me to marinate the T-bone steaks she had bought at the
commissary. I knew the secret formula so I mixed it up, poured it in a
gallon-size plastic food bag, put the steaks in, squeezed the air out, and
sealed the bag.  Mom said she'd put on some potatoes to bake and then make
a salad.  I went outdoors with Dad.  He asked me to move the car off the
carport and just down the drive way.  I knew we weren't supposed to park it
on the street.  I'd been doing it for the last year so I wasn't scared
anymore.  He pulled the grill out of the little storage room at the back of
the carport.  I got him the bag of charcoal and the lighter and he started
the charcoal burning.  I thought it might be a good time to talk to him but
I wasn't sure how to start or what to say.  "Dad, what are we going to do
tonight?" I asked.  "It's your night, Tiger," he answered.  "Anything you
want." "I don't know, I mean, you're here now and you're the one who is
supposed to do it with Mom.  Maybe I ought to just watch TV." "Ryan, I told
you it's your night.  Do you want to make love with Sarah or not?  I know
most boys don't do it with their mothers but you're our solution to a
problem.  Sarah wants to have a big family.  So do I.  I can't give her any
more children.  You can." "I don't know.  Maybe I shouldn't have ever done
it with her.  That first time I didn't really know what I was doing.  She
had been crying for you and I wanted to love her so she'd stop.  I guess I
just got carried away and we did it." He looked at me and grinned.  "But
you didn't stop; did you, Tiger?" he said.  "No but the second time she
came in my room and we...well, we did some other stuff and then we did it
again." "She gave you a blow-job; didn't she?" he said, still grinning. 
"Yeah, did she tell you?" "No, but she hinted at it.  Ryan, Sarah and I
both love oral sex.  I love it when she sucks my dick.  She's good at it.
She loves it when I lick her pussy and finger-fuck her.  Sometimes I do
that for an hour or so and she comes two or three times.  That's a good way
to show your love for somebody else.  Don't ever be ashamed of loving a
woman that way." "But don't you want to get your dick in her pussy and do
it that way?" "Yeah, and we've done that in every position known to
mankind. I love that and so does she." "Well, if I do it, do you want
to...you know, be with us or maybe just let me be with her by myself?"
"Tiger, it's your night.  What do you want?" I thought for a minute. 
"Would it be OK with her if we both did it?" "Sure, relax, Tiger.  This is
supposed to be fun.  You've earned it.  You should enjoy it." "You mean I
earned it by getting her pregnant?" "Well, yeah, but also by being a fine
loving son.  When you are in bed with her, what do you call her?" "Sarah.
She asked me to.' "Maybe you should call her Sarah all the time now.  And
call me Connor." "OK...Connor." "Tiger, whose genes are in your body?"
"Yours and Mom's, I mean Sarah's, of course." "You couldn't give her any
gene except what's in your body; could you?" "No." "So the baby's genetic
makeup will all come from me, with a little detour by way of you, and from
Sarah, right?" "I suppose." "Ryan, she's really been unhappy for years
because she thought she'd never have any more children.  She wants a big
family and so do I.  We could have used an anonymous sperm donor but we'd
never know ahead of time what genes the baby would carry.  This way we
know. I told you I approve of what you and Sarah have done.  After this
baby is born, she wants you to give her another.  I don't know when she'll
want to stop but it's up to her.  Maybe she'll want two or three more."
"Damn, Connor, I don't know what to say." "Tiger, you're doing something
for us.  Let Sarah do something for you.  I was so horny at fourteen I
could have fucked a knot hole in a fucking fence.  She's going to give you
something you need.  We want you to learn how to be a good lover and how to
please women.  When you go to college, you'll be the sexiest stud on campus
and the one with the biggest dick and you'll know the most about women. 
What more could a man want?" "A harem," I said, grinning.  "Yeah, dream on,
stud.  Ryan, we've been saving for years to buy us a bigger house, one in
the suburbs, off base, with a yard and all that shit.  That's what Sarah
wants.  Don't you want her to have it?" "Yeah.  No MP's telling me what to
do.  Shit, I'd love it." The steaks were great.  Mine was rare and pink and
juicy, just the way I like it.  I usually eat my baked potato with sour
cream and salsa so that's the way I fixed it.  I used mild salsa.  I ate my
salad but I could have done without it.  Dad opened a bottle of red wine
and let me have a glass.  It was OK but I think I like beer better.  Mom
had another glass of milk.  Dad and I ate every lean bit of our steaks. 
Mom left the really tender side of her T-bone and said she wanted it for
breakfast.  She had bought four steaks and there was one more sitting there
in the platter in its juices.  I knew what we would have for breakfast the
next day: steak and eggs.  After we cleaned the kitchen we went for a walk
down to the park picnic area under all the tall pines.  The sun was about
to set, we were mainly in the shade, there was a slight breeze blowing, and
it was just nice to walk and talk.  Mom held my hand on one side and Dad's
hand on the other.  When we started back, I was in the middle and they both
held my hands.  We met some other people and I started to pull away so they
wouldn't think I was a sissy but I didn't.  I really felt relaxed and at
peace with both my parents walking with me.  I loved them and I knew they
loved me too.  I felt like hugging them both and kissing them but I figured
that would be too much.  When we got back Dad said he wanted to shave.  He
hadn't shaved that morning and he said he didn't want to irritate anybody's
tender thighs.  He was looking at me and grinning when he said it.  "Come
with me, Ryan," he said.  "Let me shave you first.  Then I'll let you shave
me.  You need to learn how to do it right.  Deal?" I rubbed my fingers over
my chin.  I knew I didn't need a shave.  I wasn't about to irritate
anybody's tender thighs.  I did have a little bit of a mustache but it was
fine blond hair and you could hardly see it.  We went in the bathroom and
stripped.  I didn't think I really needed to shower again but I had got a
little sweaty when we were grilling the steaks and when we were walking. 
As soon as we were out of the shower, Dad sat me down on the commode,
soaped up a washcloth, and made me hold it against my cheeks and chin.  We
sat there for a minute and he talked to me.  "Ryan, when you're going to
make love to a woman, you should always bathe first.  Clean body, dirty
mind.  And always be slow and gentle and loving with a woman.  They're a
lot slower than we are to get aroused.  Do something to get her hot and
make her pussy get juicy.  Don't ever spit on your dick so it will slide in
easier.  That's stupid.  If you have to do that, she's not ready." He held
out his hand for the washcloth and I handed it to him.  He squirted some
gel on his fingers and rubbed it on my face.  I held my head up so he could
get to me.  Then he picked up his razor and started shaving me.  "I'm going
to get Sarah to buy you your own razor," he said.  "You'll need it sooner
than you think.  I'll share the gel but I don't want to share my razor. 
Sarah knows never to shave her legs with it." I started to nod but he was
still shaving my cheek.  I sat there and watched his big dick swinging back
and forth like a pendulum and his balls swinging too but not as much.  It
didn't take long for him to shave me.  When he finished he wet another
washcloth in warm water and wiped off the residue of the gel.  I thought he
was through and started to get us but he wasn't.  He put his hand on my
shoulder and pushed me back down.  He pulled his shave lotion, the
non-alcoholic one he liked, the one I wasn't supposed to touch, out of the
cabinet, put some on his hands, and rubbed it on my face.  "There!  How
does that feel?" he asked.  "Good, fresh and clean.  Smells good too." He
squatted down in front of me and just looked at my face for a minute, then
down at my dick and balls, back up at my face, smiled at me.  "Did you know
I love you, Ryan?" he asked.  "I've told you before but I'm proud of you.
My life's been a lot better having you around.  After your mother, you're
the best thing that ever happened to me." "I love you too, Connor.  Shit, I
mean Dad.  I like to call you Dad." "Son, I know what Sarah and I are
asking you to do is damned unusual but we've thought about it for a long
time and we both think it's the only way to have what we want." "What if I
steal her from you, Connor?" I was smiling when I said it and he knew I was
just joking.  He reached out and yanked on my dick.  It didn't hurt but I
yelped anyway.  We swapped places and I shaved him.  I just did to him the
same things he had done to me.  It would have been a lot easier if he
hadn't grinned so much.  I rubbed some lotion on his face and then reached
down and yanked on his dick.  He smiled even more.  Sarah knocked on the
door and told us to hurry up.  Dad said we had to brush our teeth.  She
said to do it in the kitchen.  She said she had to get ready too and she'd
call us when she wanted us.  Connor and I brushed in the kitchen and then
used mouthwash.  When we finished, we sat down in the kitchen and talked,
well, mostly he talked.  "Ryan, it's not been easy for us to decide to do
this with you.  I've loved Sarah since the first time I saw her.  Maybe
there was a lot of lust in the way I felt but I'm not ashamed of it.  I
lusted for her.  She lusted for me.  We both wanted to join together and
have children.  Maybe that's all lust is, a mysterious need to join our
bodies together and create new life.  Your mother has a strong maternal
instinct.  We both wanted more children.  I just can't give them to her. 
You can." I couldn't think of anything to say.  "Tiger, I was a virgin when
I married Sarah.  So was she.  In all the years we've been married, I've
never wanted another woman.  Some guys are unfaithful to their wives when
they're away from home.  I never have been.  I just use my right hand and
think of her.  I feel at peace with the decision we've made about you
helping us.  You should feel the same way." "Well, what are we going to do
when she calls us?" I asked.  "I don't know.  We don't have anything
planned but I'll give you some advice.  Sex can be fun.  It can be play. 
You can laugh and giggle and be silly when you're doing it.  She told me
how quick you were the first time and how you've learned to be slower.  Use
your imagination.  Be slow with her.  Be loving.  Do whatever pleases her.
Just don't worry about it.  It's your night.  I want you to call the
shots." Sarah called us.  We both walked down the hallway to the bedroom.
Connor was behind me with his hands on my shoulders.  The lights were off
in their bedroom.  Burning candles were scattered around.  The room smelled
nice.  I could see that their king-size bed had been freshly made up with
three pillows at the head.  She was sitting on the foot of the bed naked. I
tried to think of what to do, what shots to call.  I took Connor's arm and
led him over in front of her.  My dick was swollen but it wasn't hard yet
and neither was his.  I pointed down at mine.  "My little soldier won't
stand at attention, sir," I said.  "Is there anything you can do to make
him stand up and salute?  There was.  She cupped one hand under my
testicles and the other under Connor's.  He put his arm on my shoulders and
I put mine around his waist.  She leaned over to me first, saying "Blow
Job!" and then started blowing little puffs of air at my dick.  Then she
gave Connor the same treatment.  It worked.  Less than a minute later, she
had two dicks in her hands and both were pointed almost straight up and she
had done it without touching them.  "There, they're standing at attention,"
she said.  "I think they should stand there for a minute while I do an
inspection." She held my dick between her thumb and one finger, foreskin
pulled down tight, red head shining, bent it all around, and inspected it,
just like Connor had done earlier.  I must have passed inspection.  The
last thing she did was to lean over and kiss it right on its shiny head. 
She turned to Connor and inspected his dick the same way, including the
kiss.  When she finished with him, she said: "Two fine soldiers.  You must
be proud, standing there like that.  I think you both pass inspection."
Then she wrapped one hand around my dick, the other hand around Connor's,
and started slowly moving her hands up and down on both.  That was good,
slow and easy, just sliding the skin up and down and covering and
uncovering the head of my dick.  His worked just like mine.  She knew how
to do it, just like I like it, up with her hand until the head is covered,
never touching the head with her hand, and then down until the skin is
stretched tight and the head is all red and shiny.  I watched her doing
Connor's and then mine.  We really did look like we had been made from the
same mold, except his was bigger.  Then she stopped with her hands, leaned
over to me, took the head and part of the shaft in her mouth, and sucked.
She did it again and again.  I felt like my balls were full of a milkshake
and my dick was the straw she was using to suck it out.  I closed my eyes
and had just about given in to it when she stopped.  I watched her sucking
Connor then.  She just hung onto mine, hand not moving, while she sucked
his dick.  She did his a little differently.  She sucked a while, took her
mouth off, jacked his dick a while, and then sucked some more.  She did him
a while and then returned to me.  "Do me like you did him?" I whispered. 
She did.  I liked that way better, stroke for a while, suck for a while.  I
shut my eyes and felt it building in me and then I remembered I was too
quick and I wanted whatever we did to go on and on.  I pushed her head over
toward Connor's dick and watched her sucking and jacking him for a short
while.  He looked at me, smiling.  I smiled back.  I knew what I wanted to
do next so I did it.  I pushed her down on the bed so she was flat on her
back with her knees bent and feet on the floor.  I went around to the head
of the bed and got two pillows.  She looked at me with a quizzical
expression on her face.  Connor stood there with a big grin on his face. 
He probably knew what I was going to do.  I didn't say a word.  I just
dropped one pillow, tucked the other under her head, and knelt on the one
on the floor.  I pushed her knees apart and leaned back with my butt on my
heels.  I just looked at her beautiful pussy, all pink and hairless, little
wet-looking lips barely poking out and below that, her little pink puckered
asshole.  Damn, it was beautiful, all of it.  "That's a beautiful pussy;
isn't it, Connor?" I whispered He moved behind me, put his hand my
shoulders, and leaned over with his head directly over mine.  I felt his
dick, hot and hard, pressed against my back.  He looked at her pussy for a
moment, sort of like he'd never seen it before.  "Yep, that's one pretty
pussy, Ryan," he said.  "What are you going to do with it?" "I'll show
you," I said.  "I've learned a lot in the last month." I lifted her legs
one at a time and put them down on the bed, knees bent, feet just at the
edge of the mattress.  Next, I pushed her knees apart and looked to see if
I had her where I wanted her.  She was a little far away.  I reached up and
grabbed her by the hips and tugged.  She moved her butt a little closer to
the foot of the bed.  Just right.  I leaned over, put my hands under her
butt cheeks, and licked her pink puckered asshole, on up over her little
pink lips, keeping my tongue stiff so it bored in and separated her pussy
lips, and then pressing down hard where I knew the little red devil hid.  I
heard a loud intake of breath and knew she liked it so I did it again.  And
again.  And again.  I liked the taste and smell of her pussy.  Damn, my
dick felt like it was going to explode.  Connor wanted a turn.  He asked
politely so I let him have one.  I moved around behind him, straddled his
back, slowly stroked my dick and leaned over and watched him giving Sarah
long lick after lick.  I made sure to press my dick and balls against his
back.  I felt like I was getting close to coming and I wanted to do
something different from all the other times.  I positioned them the way I
wanted and they grinned and did it: Connor was on his back at the head of
the bed, Sarah was on her knees straddling his legs, ass in the air, bent
over with her head at his crotch.  I knee-walked on the bed until I was
behind her and eased up close until I was in position.  Sarah took one
grinning look at me and bent over and started sucking.  I slid my dick in
her drooling pussy and started fucking.  Maybe I was shoving it in too
hard. "Ryan, I can't suck dick with you shoving me so hard," Sarah said. 
"Can you do it real slow and easy without bumping my ass?" Could I?  Yeah I
could and did.  I didn't worry about what anybody else was feeling.  I
dropped my hands to my sides so the only thing I was touching her with was
my dick.  I just shut my eyes and kept sliding it in and out as slowly and
gently as I could.  I felt it building so I slowed down even more, just
slow ins until my pubic hair touched her ass and then outs until I saw the
red head of my dick barely in her pussy.  "That's good, Ryan, but don't you
want to give Connor a turn before you cream my pussy?" Sarah asked.  "He's
never had sloppy seconds.  Well, I guess he has but it was his own." I
didn't want to but I didn't want fucking her to end either.  I pulled out
and swapped places with Connor.  He crawled behind her and started fucking.
She bent over me and started sucking.  My dick was all sloppy with pussy
juice but she didn't seem to care.  She licked it and then started sucking.
Damn, that was hot.  I didn't want sloppy seconds either so I watched
Connor's face.  When he started frowning, I asked him to swap again.  We
rotated around and I started doing it just like before: easy ins and outs
without holding her ass in place.  This time, I knew I couldn't stop it. 
When it hit, I pulled on her hips, pushed my dick in until I couldn't see
anything, not even my pubic hair, and blew out another gusher.  She started
wiggling around and whining and then I felt her pussy start trying to milk
more stuff out of me.  That was a good way to end fucking, with both of us
coming at the same time.  Connor pulled her forward so she was on top of
him.  She showed his dick where to go and he started fucking up into her. I
knelt there between their legs and watched him shoving his dick up into her
pussy.  After a little, I saw white stuff build up on his dick and on
Sarah's pussy lips.  I knew what a cream pie was even though I'd never seen
one and he was making a good one.  After a few more seconds, he shoved her
down on his dick so hard she squealed and I knew he was giving her pussy
another serving of cream.  We rested and talked for a while after that, me
on one side of Sarah and Connor on the other.  I didn't know whether I
should ask for another turn but just thinking about what we had done gave
me another hard-on.  Sarah let me get on top of her and I guess I let the
beast loose.  I started off slow and gentle but her fingernails in my ass
cheeks were too much and I gradually started shoving my dick into her as
hard as I could.  After a while, I blew another gusher in her drill hole.
When I lifted my head and looked for Connor, he was gone.  He came back a
second later with warm washcloths and little towels.  I let him decide
whether he wanted to do it some more but he seemed satisfied with one.  We
spooned up together in bed, this time with me spooned up to Sarah and her
spooned up to Connor.  My dick was finally complacent, still swollen and
full, just not stiff.  I liked the feeling of having it nestled between
Sarah's thighs from behind but I would have liked it better if she didn't
have a towel down there.  I gave an easy thrust with my pelvis and my dick
slid between her pussy and the towel.  Everything down there was wet and
juicy.  "You know what I'd like to do now?  I whispered.  "What, Tiger?"
Connor responded sleepily.  "Make a sandwich.  I think that would just hit
the spot." Nobody said anything for a minute.  I wanted to tease Sarah,
maybe to get even with her for laughing so much at me for licking her pussy
with a pepper sauce tongue.  I knew what kind of sandwich two guys could
make with one woman.  I wanted them to think that was what I meant.  Maybe
I did.  "Do you mean you want to make a sandwich, me and you, with Sarah?"
Connor asked.  "Connor, don't you dare encourage him," Sarah said and then
giggled.  "Yeah, we could all do it together; couldn't we?" I whispered. 
"That would be a good way to end a wonderful day." "Ryan, are you talking
about a real sandwich, like a BLT, or are you talking about the kind where
you and Conner both have your dicks in me at the same kind?" Sarah asked.
"You mean...how could we do that?  One dick in your front door and another
in your back door?  Do...is that something women like?" I was about to run
out of ways to pretend innocence.  I tried to stretch it a little farther.
"Shit!  I was talking about something like a Reuben or maybe a po-boy.  I'm
hungry." Connor started laughing.  A moment later, Sarah did too.  So I
started laughing too.  We finally settled down.  "Would you two guys really
like to do that with me?" Sarah whispered.  I've never done it but I would
if you both want to do it." I didn't know whether she was kidding us or
maybe really serious.  "Yeah, I'd like to," I said.  "Maybe next Friday
night we could do it when we're not so tired.  It's my night so I want the
front door.  Connor can have the back door." "Honey, are you serious?"
Connor asked.  "I've never fucked you back there before." "Well, there's a
first time for everything," Sarah said.  "I'll let you make a sandwich with
me in the middle...just as soon as you two get through fucking each other
in the ass." "Well, I really am hungry," I said.  "I think I'll go make me
a fried egg sandwich with hot pepper sauce.  Do either of you want one?  I
didn't move and neither did they.  After a little while I went to sleep. 
EPILOGUE I'm eighteen now.  I'll graduate from high school in a couple of
weeks, not the base high school but one in the suburbs.  I already know I'm
going to be in the running for valedictorian.  I'm six feet, three inches
tall, weigh 185 pounds, with blond hair and hazel eyes.  I got lots of
genes from my parents including a combination of Connor's and Sarah's genes
for intelligence.  Everybody says I'm a handsome guy and I got the genes
for that from Sarah.  I got the genes for the big dick from Connor though.
I was accepted at all the universities to which I applied and I chose the
one I wanted, one about an hour and a half away.  There's a bus which
leaves there late every Friday afternoon for here and goes back on Sunday
night.  Freshmen aren't allowed to have cars and the bus is important
because Sarah says I've got one more job to do at home.  I can be home on
Friday nights early enough to do my job.  Connor and Sarah and I now live
off base in a five bedroom, four-bath house on a large suburban lot with a
big fenced backyard and a pool.  Connor and Sarah have their own bedroom,
there is a guest bedroom, I have one of my own, my little brothers, Aidan,
4, and Cullum, 1, have one together, and my little sister, Brianna, 2 ½,
has her own.  Sarah says as soon as she has little D she's through.  Connor
has received a promotion and is now a full colonel.  He's in charge of the
intelligence unit on the base.  He still won't talk about what that means
but I know its work is world-wide.  He will probably keep that job until he
retires.  Sarah is a stay-at-home mom now.  She has her hands full with
three little kids.  I don't know why she wants another one but that's her
decision.  I'm just willing to do what little I can to help.  When I see
Connor helping Aidan learn to ride a bike or changing Cullum's diaper and
cooing at him, when I see Sarah dressing Brianna up in cute little outfits
or brushing her long red hair, I know I made the right decision years ago.
I'm happy.  Life couldn't be better.   THE END