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 Strangers in This World

   A Story of Young Teens Seeking Love and Belonging

   By Gil Gamesh

   Chapter Two

   On Friday afternoon, Darcy was waiting for me near the back door of the
school.  She had on sneakers, shorts and a knit shirt with a sweater over
her shoulders, the same thing I was wearing except I didn't have on a
sweater.  She was beautiful.  She smiled at me and her face was warm and
friendly and I knew I could fall in love with her.  I couldn't resist; I
smiled back.  She hooked her hand over my left arm and we walked out to the
usual chaos.  Just outside the door, the sardine cans were parked waiting
for their usual packing.  The school of little fish were all yakking and
yelling and mingling and moping and slowly being swallowed up by the yellow
tin cans.

   I assumed we were going to ride to her home in her little red car, her
miasma, as I'd called it, since it was a little old and had a vaporous
exhalation.  I didn't see the car.  I stopped.  Darcy pulled me toward a
black BMW sedan with darkly-tinted windows, no chrome anywhere, just black.

   "Brian's driving today, Connor," she said.  "He's probably already in
his car with the AC running, trying to cool it off.  You sit up front with
him.  He's a good guy, Connor.  He knows about you.  He's going to be your
friend too.  Trust us."

   "Yeah, I'll trust you," I said.  "This afternoon, I'll trust you to tell
me what's going on."

   She turned her back to me.  I removed her backpack, opened the back
passenger-side door, and threw it across the seat, then took my backpack
off and threw it in with hers.  I held the door for her and watched as she
folded up and sat down.  I saw a little flash of smooth legs above her
knees.  She caught me looking, shook her head, and smiled at me.  "I'm just
playing with your mind, Connor," she said.

   "No, you're not.  My mind's not between my legs."

   "Ohhhh," she moaned and smiled at me.

   I opened the front door, sat down, swung my feet in, and looked at the
guy in the driver's seat, a male version of Darcy.  He was a good looking
guy: tall and thin, straight blond hair parted in the middle and curled up
on his neck, sun glasses pushed up above his forehead.  He wasn't wearing
jeans like most students, just khaki shorts and blue knit shirt, sneakers,
white socks, all very neat and clean.  He looked sort of like he'd just
modeled for somebody but I suppose we all looked the same.  What I could
see of his arms and legs looked tanned and smooth and maybe hard, as if he
was into something such as tennis.  I'm good at tennis and I wondered if I
could beat him.  I leaned over and looked at his face.  He leaned toward me
and let me look: beautiful smooth skin on chin, cheeks, forehead, not a
sign of a blemish.
"Darcy told me you have acne, Connor," he said.  "When you go back to
school next fall, you won't have it.  My face was like yours for a while.

Yours will be like mine by fall."

   He held out his hand.  I put my hand in his and shook.  He didn't try to
crush my fingers.  He didn't have a limp wrist.  He had a good grip with a
little strength, no sweaty palm.  I hoped my hand felt the same to him.

   "I'm Brian, Connor.  Darcy says the two of you are both sixteen, the
same age within a couple of months.  I'm seventeen months older than her
but she still thinks I'm her little brother.  I love her anyway."

   "Connor, we're going to take you home with us," Darcy said from behind
me.  "We've lived there since we moved here last year and you're the first
person we've ever taken home.  When we get there, you'll understand why."

   "Another mystery, huh?" I said.

   "Connor, Darcy and I don't have to go to public schools," Brian said. 
"If we wanted to, we could have private tutors.  We could go to elite
academies.  We chose to go to Riverdale High.  We've got to live in this
world and it's important to both of us to live in the same world as
everybody else.  But we're intelligent like you and we feel like we don't
belong just like you."

   "Yeah, most of the time I think I must be from another planet, maybe
Jupiter or Mars."

   "We understand, Connor," he said.  We're strangers in this world so we
hide under personas that are not really us - a couple of nerdish kids who
never make waves or draw anybody's attention to us.  In Darcy's persona,
she's deeply religious and probably frigid but she's not like that at all.
She's a wild and crazy girl.  In mine, I'm probably a queer but I'm really
just an ordinary heterosexual guy.  I'm probably as crazy as she is but I'm
not as wild.  In a few minutes you'll understand why we hide under those
personas."

   "Connor, we're about to trust you to see who we really are," Darcy said.
"Please don't tell anybody about what you see or what we tell you.  If you
do, I'll beat you with a stick."

   The perfect answer to her threat popped into my head.  I turned to look
at her.  "Lay on, MacDuff, and damned be him who first cries `Hold! 
Enough!'"

   "Brain!" she said.  "Are you sure that's what Macbeth said?"

   "Yes, it's not `lead on'.  That's a misquote.  Lay on means he's
inviting someone to beat him with a stick."

   "See, Brian," she said.  "I told you he would be perfect."

   Brian backed up and turned and followed the exodus from the school
parking lot.  I wanted to remember the route so I watched where we were
going.  Brian drove down Riverdale, over the interstate, on Montgomery,
across the river, and into the country side.  I saw subdivisions on each
side, gradually ceasing, then farm lands, and old houses.  The four-lane
road reduced to two lanes and entered a hilly heavily-wooded area and then
Brian turned into a side road.  I saw a sign that said Private Road, No
Trespassing, and wondered why.

   A little further on, I saw why.  There was a heavy gate across the road
and I saw a fence on each side of it.  Brian barely slowed, the gate opened
by itself, and we drove a little farther in the woods.  Then the woods
stopped and in the middle of an open area I saw a huge house, a mansion
really, Georgian style, red brick, beautifully symmetrical, eight big
windows in a row in front, two-storied in the middle with four windows up
top, single story wings on each end, but, damn, it was huge, really huge,
big enough for an army.  There were no bushes up close to the house, just
six large maples in a neat row in front.

   I turned and looked at Darcy.

   "Yeah, this is home, Connor," she said.  "Brian and I live in the wing
to the right, Mom and Dad live in the top floor of the center, and guests
use the left wing.  Mom and Dad have lots of guests, mainly business or
medical people.  If you could see the building from the top, it would look
like a capital letter E.

   Brian drove around to the right and I saw more windows in that side and,
farther back, a three-car garage.  Brian slowed, one of the garage doors
came up, and he parked inside, next to Darcy's little red car.  Beyond her
car, I saw what looked like a new Land Rover.  The garage door came back
down and the lights came on.

   "This is our garage, Connor," Brian said.  "Mom and Dad have one just
like it on the other end of the E.  Our rooms face the front.  We each have
our own bedroom and bath and then we have a couple of other rooms, one for
lounging, one for our computers and stuff.  If you get lost, we'll send out
a search party."

   "Do you need to potty, Connor?" Darcy asked.  "Brian will show you where
his bathroom is."

   "No, I'm OK.  I went just before my last class."

   I followed her to a door and then into a hallway.  Brian followed me.

   "Would you like something to drink?" she asked.  "I think there's a
little bit of everything around here."

   "I don't think so," I said.  "I don't like soft drinks with all that
sugar in them.  Maybe a diet one?"

   "How about orange juice," Brian said.  "I know there's some in the
fridge and that's what I'm having."

   "Pour me some too, Brian," Darcy said.  "I need a pit stop."

   She disappeared through a door and Brian and I walked past.  I got just
a glimpse inside the room and it looked neat and clean like Darcy.

   Brian took the lead down the hallway and into a big lounging or family
room area.  Damn, they had a big screen TV that covered half the wall.  He
led me to the rear of the room where there were double glass doors in
between two big windows.  We stood there for a minute and he let me see
what their backyard was like.  Backyard?  Big tennis court on one side, big
swimming pool on the other, big screened porch just outside the
double-doors, covered pavilion with barbeque a little farther out.  Not
like my family's back yard.

   We went from there into a kitchen that was big enough to feed an army.
He motioned to a chair and I sat at a kitchen table.  He went to a wall
refrigerator, put a few cubes of ice into three glasses, filled them with
OJ, and then sat down at the table.  He heaved a big sigh, took a sip of
juice, and leaned over and unlaced his sneakers.

   "You can take your shoes off, Connor.  Be comfortable.  Darcy and I go
barefooted in the house sometimes.  Just don't be offended if you smell my
feet."

   My feet were probably as sweaty as his but I took off my sneakers, my
socks, and then stuffed the socks in my shoes.  When I looked up Brian put
his feet in an empty chair, said "Phew," and grinned at me.  I kept my feet
on the floor.

   "Connor, Darcy and I want you to trust us," he said.  "Now we've got to
trust you.  If you tell other people about us, at the worst you'll put our
lives at risk.  We won't be able to go to school with you anymore.  All our
plans will be ruined.  We won't have any friends anymore, just people who
want some way to get money from us or use us.  Can we trust you?"

   I looked at him long and hard before answering.  "Brian, I give you my
word that I won't discuss anything I learn about you with anybody else.  I
may not have much like you guys but I've got my self respect.  When I say
something, I'll live up to it.  You can trust me."

   Darcy came in the kitchen, still dressed the same way but barefooted and
no sweater.  Her face looked freshly-scrubbed and clean and devoid of make
up.  To me she was much prettier without it.

   "Connor, we're going to tell you about us and why you're here," Brian
said.  "Can you hold off with questions until we're finished laying it out
for you?"

   I nodded.  Darcy sat down at the table and we all took a sip of orange
juice.

   "Connor, our paternal grandfather created a medical device company which
is still closely held," Darcy said.  "The shares are not sold on the open
market.  Instead they're held by a few individuals.  That means there is no
established market value for the shares and thus not for the company.  Are
you with me so far?

   "Yes."

   "The main office is in that big park-like development just off the
interstate north of town, the one that looks like a college campus," Darcy
said.  "The manufacturing facilities are in five buildings in the
industrial park behind it."

   Brian continued.  "Connor, a conservative estimate of the value of the
company is almost a billion dollars.  I own 24% of the stock.  Darcy owns
24%.  Our father owns 48%.  Our mother owns just 4%.  She's the one who
suggested these proportions to our grandfather and he incorporated them in
his will."

   "So you're both rich kids, huh?  Damn rich!"

   Darcy again.  "Yes, but, at the present, all our dividends go into trust
funds governed by our mother and father and we get monthly allowances from
our trusts, extravagant allowances.  When we turn eighteen, we get full
control of our shares."

   Then Brian.  I felt like I was at a tennis match, looking at whoever was
serving.

   "Connor, my unspent allowance, money I'm free to use in any way I wish,
is almost a million dollars.  I want to put some of it to good use."

   "Mine is a little more than a million," Darcy said.  "We want to use
some of it for a good cause and we're trying to develop a plan."

   "Like helping my family?" I questioned.

   "Yes, Connor, but not just your family," she said.  "Here's what we want
to do.  We want to form a group of super-intelligent kids like you and me
and Brian.  We want everybody in the group to become really good friends,
to help each other so we don't feel like we're strangers in this world."

   "Yeah, I know," I said.  "At school that's exactly what I feel like."

   "We know.  We do too.  We want the group to do something to help others,
to have a really meaningful purpose.  My mom and dad work with a lot of
patients at the VA hospital.  They know the VA isn't very good at helping
their patients so we're going to try to do it.  The VA doesn't do anything
to help the families and we want to try to do that too.  We think there
needs to be a holistic approach to heal the whole family."

   "But why did you pick me and my family?"

   "Connor, there are three reasons why," Darcy said.  "First, we know your
family needs help to heal and become a loving family again.  We have some
ideas on how to do that.  Second, you have a sister who's almost as
intelligent as you.  Two in one family's rare.  Third, we know you're like
us, so damned intelligent that about ninety-something percent of the people
in this country have IQs lower than yours."

   "Ninety-nine point eight," I said.

   Brian: "Wow!  Three standard deviations from the mean, huh?  You do know
what your IQ is then; don't you?"
"Yeah, and I know the results of some other tests they gave me too.  I'm
not supposed to but the information is stored in computers and I know how
to access it.  If it's in a computer I can probably get to it but I'm a
good hacker, not a bad one.  If I wanted to I could change the grades of

any student in school but I've never done that."

   "Connor, ours are not as high as yours, something over two standard
deviations," Darcy said.

   I reached across the table and held out my hand to her.  She looked
puzzled but she put her hand in mine.

   "I'm pleased to meet you, Darcy," I said.  "If you're going to be honest
with me, I'll be honest with you.  Please don't tell anybody about me
hacking.  I'll be in deep trouble if you do and that's not the worst of
me."

   I reached across the table to Brian.

   "I'm pleased to meet you, Brian," I said.  "I wish you could know how I
feel, how happy I am that there's somebody else like me.  Maybe we won't be
such strangers in this world."

   "We won't be, Brian," he said.  "Our group is going to be much larger.
We don't know how much larger but you'll help us decide.  Can you imagine
what it would be like to spend a weekend here with a group of guys and
girls like you, one of a bunch of equals?"

   I took a deep breath and relaxed.

   "Connor, tonight after dinner, you're going to have a preliminary
physical," Darcy said.  "Brian and I will do it with Dad assisting and
we're going to start training you to do the same thing.  We both want to be
doctors of some kind.  Maybe you'll decide to do the same thing but that's
up to you.  We don't expect others to do what we want to do.  We want
everybody to find their own path and we want you to help with others who
might join the group."

   "Later, you'll have a thorough physical and I mean thorough," Brian
said. "You're going to be examined from head to toe and inside and out. 
Dad will guide us through that.  We'll do that early one Saturday morning
when you've been fasting."

   "Suppose I've got a problem and I fail the examination.  Am I out?"

   "Not unless you lose your mind," Brian said.  "We don't expect everybody
in the group to be perfect.  Imperfect people need to feel like they belong
too."

   "Then Mom is going to do her thing and give you all sorts of
psychological tests," Darcy said.  "That's going to be an all-day
experience.  Some of it will be written, some on the computer, some just
observing you.  Just be yourself and you won't have any trouble."

   "Will I be able to know what her tests show?"

   "Yes, nothing will be hidden from you," she said.  "You'll have a
computer file which will be available to everybody else in the group.  We
all will have a file like that.  We want everybody in the group to really
know all about the others."

   Brian put his feet on the floor.  "Darcy, that's enough to throw at him
for a while.  Come on, let's all go for a swim."

   "Let's sit for a minute longer, Brian.  I want to talk to Connor a
little bit more."

   "Aahhh, the talk," Brian said.  "Birds and bees?"

   "Shut up, Brian.  Connor, we swim in the nude.  We always have.  There's
nobody here except us.  We'll undress in our lounge and we'll put our
clothes back on before Mom and Dad come home.  We're not really nudists
except for swimming and playing.  They'll be home about five-thirty or six
and we'll have dinner.  Mom's bringing Chinese take-out.  I hope you like
it because we all do."

   "Darcy, I'm a sixteen-year old virgin who's never seen a real life naked
female," I said.  "I'm horny as hell all the time and I masturbate
constantly.  What if I get an erection from looking at you?"

   She smiled at me.  "Brian and I are both virgins too, Connor.  I
promised Mom and Dad I would wait until I was at least sixteen before I let
some man between my legs.  Well, I'm sixteen and two months."

   "What about me, Connor?" Brian asked, and I could tell he was in his gay
persona.  "I've been told I have a cute ass too."

   I looked at him.  The way he said that and the way he acted was enough
to make me question his sexual orientation.  Maybe he was gay.

   "I'm not queer, Connor.  I like girls too.  It's just part of my
persona, just enough to make girls and guys wonder but never enough to
convince them."

   "Well, you just made me wonder.  What if one of the guys we want to
recruit is gay?  Would you accept him?"

   "Connor, Tchaikovsky was gay," Darcy said.

   "Yeah!  Poor Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky," I said.  "He committed suicide
after a sex scandal and a trial.  All he ever did was write ballets like
the Nutcracker and symphonies like his Sixth.  That's the one I like best.
I can feel his despair in it."

   "And Alan Turing was gay too," Brian said.

   "Yeah.  Poor Alan did more to win World War Two than anybody when he
broke the German codes.  What did it get him?  His government forced
chemical castration on him and he committed suicide two years later at 42.
God damn fucking government really appreciated what he did."

   Brian leaned forward and looked at me intently.  "Connor, we're not
going to reject anybody because of their sexual orientation.  We're
interested in their brains, not their dicks.  Are you gay?"

   "How the hell do I know?  I've never had sex with anyone, male or
female. I fantasize about women, not men.  Does that mean I'm straight?"

   "Connor, if we said you could have sex with either me or Brian, who
would you choose," Darcy asked.

   "You.  I think your little ass is sexier than Brian's."

   Brian, in his queer voice: "Well, I think your little ass is sexier than
Darcy's."

   Darcy shook her head.  "Zip it, Brian.  Connor, don't worry if you get a
hard-on.  I've seen one before.  I'll just take care of yours for you."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Connor, my hand will work just as well as yours, maybe better."

   "Connor, Darcy and I want everybody in the group to take care of each
other and that means taking care of our sexual needs too," Brian said in
his straight masculine voice.  "After a girl or guy joins the group we
think they should have sex only with members.  What do you think?"

   "I think you're both nuts," I said while thinking about the idea.  "But
I suppose I'm nuts too.  It would mean we wouldn't have to worry about
STDs; wouldn't it?  I know genital warts and genital herpes are big
problems even in high school kids but I guess if we only accept virgins
like me that wouldn't be a problem."

   "And we won't have to worry about high-school gossip," Brian said.  "If
a jock fucks a cheerleader everybody in the school knows about it the next
day."

   Darcy nodded affirmatively.  "Connor, you just said `we only accept
virgins.' You're already thinking like one of the group.  We can accept
sexually-active kids if a physical says they're not infected."

   "And if they agree to have sex only with members of the group after
they're admitted," Brian added.

   I looked at Darcy.  "You'd have sex with me?  A pimply-faced geek in
glasses?"

   "Connor, don't denigrate yourself," she said.  "You're really kind of
cute.  You've got a very good body and your face is beautiful except for
the acne.  When that's cleared up and you get some sexy-looking glasses or
maybe contact lens, you're going to be turning heads in the girls at
school."

   "I've tried contacts.  I don't like them."

   "You could still try again," Darcy said.  Mom wears them and she says
they're great.  If you'd rather, we'll get you some new glasses.  Don't
worry about the cost.  The group's going to take care of the costs of lots
of things for the members."

   "You didn't answer my question," I said.  "Would you have sex with me?"

   Darcy smiled at me.  "Well, not right away but, yes, I'd have sex with
you."

   "Damn!"

   Brian, back in his gay persona: "Connor, would you have sex with me?"

   I didn't know what to say.  Maybe Darcy's response would work: "Well,
not right away but, yes, I'd have sex with you."

   Brian, straight again: "Connor, I hope you're not homophobic.  If we
have only one guy who's gay, somebody's got to have sex with him to make
him feel like he belongs.  Maybe I'd do it.  I've never done it but maybe
I'd like it.  Maybe you could do it too."

   "Mom says it's wrong to classify people as gay or straight," Darcy said.
"She says at some time in our lives we're all somewhere in between.  She's
going to give a talk to the group explaining that when we're ready.  She's
going to give us a talk on what she thinks about human sexuality first."

   "Dad's going to give us a talk some Saturday morning too," Brian said.
"Darcy and I think his first one should be about the brain, the physical
structure and what the parts govern.  He's also going to let the group
observe when he does surgery."

   "That's the way we want to spend some of our Saturday's, Connor," Darcy
said.  "We'll have somebody give us a talk in the morning and then we'll
discuss it that afternoon.  It won't always be our parents.  Then we'll go
swimming and have dinner together."

   "And that night we all fuck each other senseless."

   "Well, yes, if that's what the group wants to do," she said.

   "Connor, I really am straight," Brian said, back in his straight voice.
"Now, there's something I want us to do before we go swimming.  I want a
big hug,"

   He stood up, held out his hands, one to me and one to Darcy.  When we
stood up too, he pulled us close and wrapped his arms around us.  I put one
arm around him and one around Darcy.  She put her arms around me and Brian.
We all stood there, looking at each other for a moment and then I saw Brian
smile slightly and close his eyes.  I looked at Darcy and she smiled and
puckered up and went smack.  I took a deep breath, hugged the two of them
against me, and closed my eyes.  Maybe I wasn't going to be like a stranger
in this world any more.

   Brian led the way back through their house to their wing, down the
hallway, and then into another big room.  Leather couch and love-seat, two
recliners, two easy chairs, a big home theater system, a coffee table,
another table with a couple of straight chairs, and it wasn't the least big
crowded.  Book shelves across one wall full of a jumble of books, a stack
of classical and jazz music CDs, stuff tossed all around, tennis rackets
against the wall: there was something missing.

   "Don't you have a computer?"

   "Connor, this is our lounging area," Brian said.  "It's where we study
and read and listen to music and occasionally watch the idiot box.  Our
computers are in another room."

   He opened a door to a smaller room and I saw not one but three desktop
computers, two really-thin laptops, three or four tablets and stuff even I
didn't recognize but then I didn't' have a zillion dollars to purchase what
I wanted.

   "Connor, everybody in the group is going to be provided with a desktop,
a laptop, a tablet, a phone, and any other communication device they want,"
Darcy said.  "We're all going to be linked over a private network so we can
communicate with each other anywhere or any time.  Your private items will
be synced on all your devices and the group items on your computers will be
synced to all the others.  That's going to be one of your jobs, setting all
that up."

   "I can do that.  Unlimited budget?"

   "I told you that you don't need to worry about money, Connor," Darcy
said.  "We're careful with money and we don't waste it but we can spend
what we want."

   "OK.  To do it right, we'll need to have our own server and a good
back-up system.  I assume you'll want it very secure so I'll set up so
tight even NSA can't get in.  Where are we going to put the server and
backup?"

   "How big are they?" Brian asked.

   "Not big.  They would easily fit in your computer room."

   "OK.  Connor, how good are you at hacking?" Darcy asked.  "Can you get
into the computer system of lots of high schools and get us a list of their
most intelligent students?"

   "By GPA?  Sure.  Piece of cake."

   "Are you ready, Connor?" Brian asked.  "Darcy and I usually swim laps
for awhile and then relax in the sun.  We'll do that for about a half hour
and then get dressed again.  We'll eat in the kitchen.  We only use the
dining room when we've got company and you're not company."

   I looked around.  "We undress here?"

   Darcy nodded.  "Let's undress each other this time.  That should be fun.
Brian first."

   He lifted his arms so I tugged his knit shirt out of his shorts and
pulled it over his head.  Darcy undid his belt, pulled his shorts down, and
he stepped out of them.  He had on sexy black briefs.  She looked at me and
I knew she wanted me to pull off his underwear.  I'd never done that for
anybody else but I took a deep breath and did it.  His penis uncurled,
looking full and heavy but not hard.  His pubic hair was as blond as the
hair on his head.  His scrotum was almost hairless.  He reached down and
pulled the wrinkles out of his dick and his testicles relaxed and drooped
down.

   I gulped, took a deep breath, and held my arms up.  Brian pulled my knit
shirt over my head.  Darcy finally figured out my belt, undid it, and
pulled my shorts down.  I stepped out of them.  I had on plaid boxers, not
briefs like Brian's.

   "You like boxers better, Connor?" Brian asked.

   "Yeah, that's all I wear."

   He squatted a little, pulled my boxers down, and looked surprised when
he saw the jock strap I was wearing underneath.  He looked up at me and
grinned.  I looked at Darcy and she was grinning too.

   Darcy grinned at me.  "Why are you wearing a jock, Connor?"

   "If I didn't, I'd walk around school with a hard-on most of the time."

   Brian grinned too.  "Well, let's see what you've got."

   He pulled the jock down and I stepped out of it.  My penis did about
like it always does when I take the jock off.  It drained a little more
blood out of my brain, swelled back to normal soft size, and drooped down
over my testicles without touching them.  I gave a sigh of relief and
reached down and shook my buddies to help them relax.

   "Damn!" Brian said.

   "I can see why you hide that thing!" Darcy said.

   "Ninety-something percentile again?" Brian asked.

   "Who knows?  Penis size for men doesn't seem to fit a normal bell-shaped
curve.  Self-reported sizes are always bigger than actual measurements."

   "What does yours measure?" Darcy asked.

   "If I measure it at a right-angle to my body, it's almost seven and a
half inches.  That's over one standard distribution and almost two."

   "Girth?" she asked.

   "About six inches, depending on where I measure."

   "I bet that thing will make a girl squeal," Brian said.

   "Dad said Brian and I had to know a little statistics in order to
understand a lot of medical research," Darcy said.  "We worked our way
through a stat book together.  Why do you know statistics and bell-shaped
curves?"

   "I've always tried to understand myself.  Didn't the old Greeks say
something about knowing yourself?  Statistics is a great tool to help in
understanding lots of things.  I've worked my way through a book or two."

   Darcy held her arms up.  I took a couple of deep breaths, moved in front
of her, and pulled her knit shirt over her head.  She had on a blue
brassiere.

   Brian pulled her shorts down and she stepped out of them.  She had on
matching blue panties.  She was beautiful, damn, she was beautiful and
breath-taking and thought provoking, naughty thoughts, and she was a woman
and I knew my dick was about to get hard and look at her too.

   Brian walked around behind her and undid her bra.  She caught it and
tossed it to a chair.  Damn, she had really perfect breasts, not big ones,
not little, just the right size, not a sign of droop, maybe two-inch pink
areolas, little nipples darker pink, hardly protruding.  I closed my eyes
and shook my head.

   "You can pull my panties down, Connor," Darcy whispered.

   I dropped down on one knee, my face about in front of her panties,
caught the sides, and pulled them down.  I saw a small patch of blonde
pubic hair on her mound, maybe a little more back between her legs, a
little closed cleft, nothing much.  My dick liked what it saw though.  It
lifted up and really looked at her for the first time.  I stood back up and
my dick stood up and looked at the ceiling.

   I watched as Brian's penis slowly stood up until it was pointing up too.
His was at least average, maybe longer, but I hadn't seen that many guys'
penises.  I sometimes changed clothes and showered in the school locker
room after a tennis match but most guys were bashful and sort of hid their
genitals, including me.

   Darcy looked down at my dick, took a deep breath, and shook her head. 
"I don't think it will ever fit."

   "Well, Connor, come on," Brian said.  "Give us another learned quote. 
Something about Darcy."

   I don't know how my mind can retrieve stuff when it's queried or how it
does its tricks but I remembered a quote, realized the second line didn't
fit, decided to use the first line, and quickly composed a new second line.
As I said it, I checked it to see that the meter was right and it was.

   "So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, Their hearts will ache to
see such rare beauty."

   "Very good, Connor," Brian said.  "Where's that from?"

   "First line's from a Shakespeare sonnet.  Second line's mine."

   "Well, I'm not going to take you two swimming with those things standing
up like that." Darcy said.  "If you swim freestyle, those things will slow
you down like the keel under a sail boat.  Both of you come with me and
I'll take care of them."

   She wrapped her right hand around my penis, her left around Brian's, and
pulled us over to a closed door.  She turned mine loose long enough to open
the door and then she pulled both of us into a half-bath, one commode, one
sink.

   "Who's first?" she asked.

   Brian answered, "Connor.  He's our guest."

   She pushed me up against the sink, moved around behind me, and pressed
her breasts against my back.  I liked that but I didn't see how she was
going to take care of me.  Then she lifted my right arm, leaned over to
that side so she could see in the mirror, and wrapped her right hand
part-way around my penis.

   I wondered if she had ever done this before, maybe with Brian, but I
couldn't say anything.  I felt her soft little girl's hand stroking my dick
and I watched in the mirror.  She knew exactly how to do it.  I usually
liked some lube of some kind when I jacked off but her hand was doing a
fine job on me.  In less than a minute after starting, she had me coming. I
fired a barrage across the sink onto the mirror first and she pointed it
down and I shot the rest down in the sink.  I put both hands down on the
sink and held on.  My knees were weak.

   Brian said it again, "Damn!"

   She put my own hand on my dick, pushed me to one side, and pulled Brian
in front of her.  She gave him the same treatment.  I knew it.  She had
done this before.  I stood there and watched her hand flying back and forth
on her brother's dick.  This time, she was quicker to point his dick down
into the sink.  He shot his load down on top of mine.  She pushed him to
the other side, turned the water on, and washed our two loads down the
sink.

   I felt the last little dollop oozing down so I milked my dick down and
used some TP to wipe it off.  Brian watched me and then milked the last
little bit of semen out of his dick and wiped his off too.  Darcy stood
there and watched us clean up the last little bit.

   "One of you two can clean the mirror.  The maid doesn't need to see
that."

   I made the mess.  I pulled off some toilet paper and cleaned it up. 
Then I watched Darcy's butt as she left the toilet.  When I looked at
Brian, he was grinning at me.
Brian: "Welcome to the group, Connor."
When I went out of the bathroom, I saw Darcy with her hands on the back
of an easy chair, her head lowered, and I could hear her breathing hard. 
She could pretend all she wanted to but I knew she was human too and she

had been affected by what she did.  She straightened up and looked at me.

   "Are you going to let me take care of you?" I asked, as kind as I could.
"I've never done it but maybe I can figure it out."

   She grinned at me.  "Thank you, Connor.  Maybe later.  Come on, let's go
swimming."

   We went out a door to the pool and I was about to jump in when I was
squirted good from the rear.  I turned around and saw Darcy with a super
shooter and a big grin.  Brian had two and was holding out one for me.  I
took it and immediately squirted Darcy's butt.  I wanted to squirt her from
the front but she turned too quickly and showed me her beautiful behind.

   After that it was chaos: both of them against me, then me and Brian
against Darcy, and then me and Darcy against Brian.  We ran wild all over
that plush green lawn, slipping and sliding, running and squirting,
giggling and laughing.  Then Darcy hit me where it hurts, really hurts, and
I dropped my super shooter, grabbed my balls, bent over, and said something
appropriate.

   "Ooohhh, shiiittt!"

   "I'm sorry, Connor," she squealed.  "I didn't mean to hit you there. 
Are you OK?"

   How the hell did I know if I was OK?  My balls were killing me but I
swallowed my queasiness, straightened up, and smiled at her.

   "I'm OK," I said, not really meaning it, using a falsetto voice.  "It
was just an accident."

   She grabbed me by the wrist, pulled me against her, her naked body
against mine, and kissed me on the cheek.  I took a couple of deep breaths
and told my dick to behave.

   "You can do it again if you want to," I said.

   She held my arm and led me to the pool steps, walked down them a little,
and sat down in the water.  I sat down beside her.  Brian sat down on the
other side.  We talked for a while and then Brian started swimming laps. 
Darcy pulled me up and we started swimming laps too.  They were both like
fish in the water.  Maybe I wasn't but then I didn't have a pool to swim in
everyday.  Ten laps and Brian climbed out.  We went to some chaise lounges
and flopped, naked as jay birds, warm breeze blowing, warm sun on my body.
I knew I could learn to like this.

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