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 THE MEASURE OF MAN

   An Epic by Gil Gamesh

   Chapter Fifty-One

   As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night,
night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice.  Let your clothes be
fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your
hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure
of man.

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart,
17; Arial Stuart, 15; Kerry Stuart, 12 1/2

   Brad Weaver, 17; Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Nicole Whittaker, 15

   TELLING THE STORY Arial Stuart

   (ARIAL)

   "Do that again and I'll bite it," he said.

   I did it again.  As quickly as I could, I stuck out my tongue and pulled
it back in my mouth.  I thought about saying "I dare you," but I didn't. 
For a few seconds he stood still, just looking at me, some sort of serious
expression on his face.  Then he walked back over to the bed.

   I scooted down and pulled the covers over my head.  I felt it when he
sat down on the side of the bed and again when he leaned over and propped
across me on his hand.  I waited.  He didn't do anything.  I waited for a
minute or so and he still didn't do anything.  Finally, I slid the quilt
down.

   He was waiting for me.  He pulled the quilt down around my knees, then
grabbed both my wrists and pushed my arms back against my pillow.  He
leaned over with his face close to mine.  I turned my head to one side and
shut my eyes.  I could feel his breath on my cheek.

   Still holding my wrists, he moved over me and sat down on my tummy.  He
leaned over again and tried to find my mouth with his.  I turned to the
other side and he followed me.  Then, so suddenly it scared me, he turned
loose of one wrist, grabbed my chin with his hand, and turned my face up to
his.  He held my chin while he brought his mouth against mine, so hard it
was painful for a few seconds.

   I gave in and opened my mouth to him and he stuck his tongue in mine.  I
tried to suck it into my mouth and tried to bite it but he pulled away too
quickly.  I realized he wasn't holding my wrist any longer and my hand was
behind his head.  I opened my eyes.  His face was inches from mine, his
eyes wide open, looking into mine.

   "Stick out your tongue," he whispered.

   "No, I won't."

   "Yes, you will.  Do it!"

   I tried to stare him down but he didn't move.

   "Do it!"

   I did it.  I stuck my tongue out.  He lowered his face against mine and
opened his mouth against mine.  I felt him sucking on my tongue and then
his teeth pressing against the tip of it.  I shut my eyes again and waited.
He bit me, not hard enough to do any damage but hard enough to cause a
little pain.  I whimpered and he stopped.

   When I opened my eyes, his face was still inches from mine.  I saw an
expression on his face I'd never seen before.  He wasn't smiling.  His
brows were lowered and his eyes squinting.  He moved one hand down to my
breast while he still held my wrist pinned with the other.

   "Unbutton your nightgown!" he said.

   "No."

   "Do what I said."

   I pulled my other hand away and he released my wrist.  I used both hands
to unbutton my nightgown and he slid one hand in and squeezed first one
breast and then the other.  He wasn't the gentle and slow Kerry I'd always
known.  He squeezed hard enough to cause a little pain.  He knew what he
was doing.  His eyes were boring into mine as he did it.

   He reached behind his back and I felt his hand on my thigh.  He pulled
my nightgown up and then slid his hand up my leg.  I tried to close my legs
tight but he forced his hand between them and then cupped it around my
pussy.

   "Don't, Kerry," I whispered.

   He pushed my panties to one side and then cupped his fingers over my
slit.  He stopped and waited.

   "Open your legs," he said.

   I opened them and waited for him to do what ever he had in mind.  He
pressed one finger, his long index finger into me and I felt it touch me
and then slide into my vagina.  He sat there still, just looking at me,
with his finger in my pussy.

   "Arial, you're not Geppetto," he whispered.  "I'm not Pinocchio.  I'm a
real boy.  Boys grow up to be men.  Don't you ever forget it!"

   He rolled off me, off the bed, and was out the door before I could even
begin to think of anything to say.  When I could finally stop breathing so
hard, I tried to think what it had all meant.  I couldn't.  I lifted my
butt up off the bed and reached down with both hands to straighten my
panties.  I slid one finger in my pussy where he'd touched me.  It was
wetter than normal.

   <><><>

   On Wednesday, Kerry was back to his usual self, joking and having fun,
while we got ready for school and ate breakfast.  Brad picked us up for
school and Kerry was silly with him as usual.

   He was waiting for us at the cafeteria for lunch and we went through the
line together.  I saw him looking around and, when he saw Nicole, he went
to the table where she was sitting.  She gave him a big smile and picked up
her sweater off the seat beside her.  I wondered if she'd been saving it
for him.  The two girls on the opposite side left so Brad and I took their
place.  Nicole was finished eating but she sat and talked with us while we
ate.  Kerry was on good behavior but he still had Nicole laughing before we
left.

   Brad couldn't take us home after school so we rode the school bus
together and Kerry sat with me.  He was quiet and subdued and kept looking
at the front of the bus.  Nicole was sitting in a front seat with another
girl and they were laughing.  I didn't know what to think.

   Since Mom was with Luke and Rachael Bridges and nobody else was home,
I'd checked the answering machine on Monday and Tuesday to see if there was
any news about the baby.  On Wednesday, there was.  Mom had called about
noon and said Luke had taken Rachael to the hospital.  She was home with
Adrianna and would call again as soon as the baby came.  I went in Kerry's
room to tell him.  He was taking off his jeans and about to put on shorts,
rushing the season as usual.  He was down to his briefs and white socks and
he looked like one of my favorite fantasies

   When I went in my room, he followed me and sat down in my chair.  He
stuck his long legs straight out and I couldn't help but see the bulge in
his briefs.  I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a soft
loose shirt and threw them on the bed.  I stood looking at him, waiting to
see what he wanted.

   "Go ahead and change," he said.  "I'll be good.  I promise."

   I pulled my shirt over my head and then unhooked my bra and took it off.
I sat down on the bed and took off my shoes and socks.  He was watching
every move I made.

   "Arial, I want to apologize for my behavior last night," he said in a
soft voice.

   I stood up and looked at him.  I still didn't know what to think or say.

   "I don't know what made me act that way," he said.  "I don't ever want
to hurt you."

   "I told you to stop, Kerry," I said.  "Twice."

   "I know.  I was stupid.  I'm sorry."

   He stood up and took both my hands in his.  I looked at him and realized
I was looking up slightly.  He was taller then I was now.

   "I am sorry, Arial," he said.  "I know I hurt you and I guess I wanted
to.  I don't know why I acted like that.  I'm really sorry."

   "I've told you how to treat girls, Kerry.  You should be kind and sweet
and gentle.  And stop if a girl says no.  You can't treat Nicole like
that."

   "Yeah, I know.  But if I ask you and you say yes, is it OK if I do
something with you?"

   "I suppose.  What is it?"

   "Would you let me kiss you?"

   I nodded.  He turned loose of one of my hands and put his fingers on my
cheek.  He brought his face to mine and, eyes open, kissed me ever so
gently on my lips.

   "I'm sorry, lips," he said.  "I'm sorry I hurt you."

   I couldn't help but smile at him.  He smiled back at me and stood
looking at my face.

   "Would you stick out your tongue, please?"

   I stuck out my tongue, the tip just barely sticking out between my lips.
He leaned over and kissed my tongue, again just a soft gentle kiss.

   "I'm sorry, little tongue," he said.  "I'm sorry I bit you."

   I couldn't help but smile at him again.  He caught me by the hands
again, backed up, and sat down in my chair.  He pulled me with him so I was
standing with his knees on each side of my legs.  He looked up at my face.

   "May I apologize to your breasts?" he asked.

   "Only if you can be good, Kerry."

   He nodded and then leaned forward and kissed the nipple on my left
breast.

   "I'm sorry, little right breast," he said.

   I giggled.  "That's my left one, Kerry."

   He moved back and looked from one breast to the other.

   "I'm sorry, little breasts.  You're so much alike I guess I got you
mixed up.  You're mirror images of each other."

   He leaned forward and kissed the nipple on my right breast.

   "I'm sorry I hurt you, little right breast," he whispered.  "I hope
you'll forgive me."

   I didn't know where he was going but his general direction had been
downward.  I didn't want to but I thought I'd better put a stop to it.

   "I think you'd better go get dressed, Kerry.  You're apologies are all
accepted."

   He sat and looked up at me.

   "One more," he whispered.  "There's one more injured party I need to
apologize to."

   "No, Kerry."

   "Please."

   "Kerry, after last night, I don't think I can trust you to be good."

   "I won't hurt you, Arial.  I promise."

   "What do you want to do?"

   "I want you to take your pants off and lie down on the bed," he
whispered.  "Keep your panties on.  I want to kiss your pussy and apologize
to it."

   I wanted him to do it but I didn't.  I didn't know whether to trust him
or not.  I knew how much he wanted to make love to me.  And worse, I knew
how much I wanted him to do it.

   "Just one kiss, Kerry.  Then you go get dressed.  Promise?"

   "I promise."

   He stood up and pushed me back toward my bed.  I felt the mattress bump
against my legs and he pushed gently one more time and I fell backwards on
my bed.

   "I promise, Arial.  Unless you tell me to do something else."

   He reached down and caught the legs of my pants and tugged.  I reached
to one side, unbuttoned and unzipped, and raised my butt up off the bed. 
He tugged again and slid my pants off and dropped them on the bed.  He
stood looking down at me.

   "Arial," he said, "girls are too beautiful.  It's not fair."

   He put his hands on my thighs and pushed them apart and, at the same
time, got down on his knees.  He leaned over me and looked at my panties
where they were covering my pussy.

   "It's not fair," he whispered again.  "It just isn't."

   "What, Kerry?"

   "The way looking at you makes me feel - it's not fair."

   "Kerry, I feel the same way," I whispered.  "I want the same thing you
want.  We're really not different."

   He almost fell on me with his face on my panties.  He rubbed his face
against my tummy, one side and them the other, and then his mouth and nose.
I could hear him breathing deeply and I didn't want him to smell me.  I
knew I smelled of sweat and pee after being at school all day.  I didn't
want him to stop.

   He pulled back away from me, looked at my face, and then leaned over and
kissed my panties right over my pussy.  He kept his face there for a
moment, breathing deeply, and then stood up.  He held out his hand to me
and I took it and he pulled me up to a sitting position.  I looked down at
his briefs and I could see the bulge where his dick was trying to rip its
way out.  He saw where I was looking.

   "Yeah, look at it," he said.  "It's not fair.  Girls can do this to guys
and you can see it and we have to try to hide it.  We never know what you
feel."

   "I told you, we want the same thing you do, Kerry.  But we can't have
everything we want.  You know that."

   He closed his eyes and shook his head, something I'd seen him do lately.
When he opened his eyes, he gave me his big Kerry grin.

   "Well, I promised.  I said I'd be good and I was."

   "Yes, you were."

   "I do love you, Arial.  Maybe I'm not supposed to love my sister this
way but I don't care.  I just hope you can keep on loving me.  I'll try not
to screw up too much."

   He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then turned and left the
room.  I stood there wanting to call him back so I could pull down my
panties and let him kiss me there again but I knew we'd probably do more
than that and I was afraid to let him.

   I got dressed and went looking for him.  The door to the bathroom was
shut so I knew where he was and what he was doing.  I wanted so much to
open the door and help him.  For the first time, I suppose I was almost
afraid of him or maybe I was afraid of myself, wanting to do something that
I knew I shouldn't do.

   I walked outdoors through the kitchen and then the garage.  I found some
clippers and cut enough flowers to make a little arrangement.  I loved the
smell of the jonquils.  When I went back in, Kerry was in the kitchen,
dressed in running shorts and sneakers and nothing else.  He was on the
telephone.  He was tall and skinny and beautiful and sexy.

   "I just called Kenjiro," he said.  "He's riding his bike over and we're
going for a run down at the creek.  We'll be back in time for me to help
you fix dinner."

   <><><>

   Kerry and I put the casserole in the oven a little after five o'clock. A
little later, when Kavan and Kathryn came home, they made us go look at
what they had.  He and Kathryn had been helping clean up the plant nursery
where they worked and they had the back of Kavan's pickup truck full of
sick-looking plants.  Kavan said they were culls and would be thrown out
and he'd got them for free.  He said he thought he could resurrect most of
them and we could plant them around our lot.

   Dad came in about five thirty and I told him about Mom's telephone call
but she had called him too.  He said we might get another call soon since
second babies didn't take as long as first ones.  Kavan showed him the
plants and Dad asked him if he could get some more.  He said he could use
lots more if they were going to be thrown out and he could get them for
free.  He wouldn't tell us what he wanted to do with them.  Kathryn and
Kerry helped Kavan move the plants to the side of the house and I went back
inside to finish preparing dinner.

   Dad complimented me on the food again.  Mom had left me the recipe.  It
was a chicken, broccoli, and noodle casserole.  It was easy and good and
everybody liked it.  Afterwards, Kavan and Kathryn said they'd clean up
since Kerry and I cooked.  I told them they both needed to shower because
they smelled of cow manure and then chased them out.  Dad tried to help but
Kerry and I chased him out too and then we cleaned the kitchen.

   I think everybody was sort of hanging loose waiting for a call from Mom.
All of us kids got our books and sat at the kitchen table working.  Dad got
some books and then sat down with us.  He said he had to do his homework
too.

   The phone finally rang about eight-thirty.  It was Mom so Dad put her on
the speakerphone so we call all talk to her.  The baby had been born about
an hour earlier and Luke had come home for a minute to tell her and to pick
up some things.  They had known it was a boy for months but hadn't settled
on a name.  Mom said they'd decided to name him James Connor Bridges.  I
knew Connor was Dad's middle name but I didn't know who James was.  Dad
said it was Luke's father's name.  I thought it was wonderful name.  Dad
didn't say much about it but I could tell he liked it too.

   Dad asked about Rachael and Mom said she was OK.  Luke had told her she
had a rough time with delivery because the baby was so big.  He weighed
over nine pounds.  Then Dad asked if she had an episiotomy and Mom said she
didn't because she had told the doctor she didn't want him to do it.  Dad
asked when Rachael and the baby would be able to go home and Mom said
Thursday morning if there were no problems overnight.

   Dad asked Mom if she had any idea when she'd be home and she said she
wasn't sure.  She said Luke had called his father and he was coming to help
and would stay for a week or so.  She said she'd come home as soon as he
arrived.  Dad asked if Luke had called his mother.  Mom said he had and she
was still as religion crazy as ever and started raving about saving his
soul.  Luke had finally hung up on her and stood there with tears running
down his cheeks.  She said she hugged him and he held on to her with his
face in her hair and cried.

   The last part sort of saddened all of us but Dad told us to smile and
not to worry about Luke and Rachael and their kids.  He said that's why Mom
had wanted so much to go - so she could help them with any problems and let
them know we all loved them.  I'd started to leave the room when I heard
Kerry ask Dad what an episiotomy was.  I didn't know either so I stayed. 
Dad looked at Kerry and then at me and then told us.

   "Son, it's a surgical procedure the doctor does sometimes during
childbirth."

   That wasn't good enough for Kerry.

   "Aw, come on, Dad," Kerry said, "I'm a big boy now.  You can tell me
more than that.  If you don't I'll just go Google it on my computer.  Where
does the doctor do it?  Why?"

   "Kerry, during childbirth, the baby's head really stretches the vaginal
tissue.  Sometimes the doctor makes a small incision in the perineum,
between the vaginal opening and the rectum, to make more room.  They think
it eases the delivery and prevents tearing in that area."

   Kerry said, "Gross" a split second ahead of me.

   "Did the doctor do it to Mom when we were being born?" I asked.

   "No, Princess," he said, "a lot of obstetricians just do it in most of
their deliveries.  There are a lot of questions about whether it's a useful
procedure or not.  Siobhan and I read up on it before Kavan was born and
she said she didn't want the doctor to do it to her.  She said since I was
there, the doctor could ask me."

   "You saw all of us being born?" Kerry asked.

   "Yes, Kerry, I did.  I'm glad I was there with your Mom.

   "You saw me coming out of Mom?" he asked, as though he couldn't believe
it.  "Was I really the biggest baby?"

   "Yes, Squirt, you were.  And you scared us a little because you were
almost a breech birth.  The doctor got you turned around in time so you
were born normally."

   "What's a breech...."?

   "Google it!" Dad said.  "Damn, that sounds good.  Just go look it up on
your computer, Son."

   Kavan and Kathryn had been standing near the door to the basement
listening to everything.  They laughed at Dad's "Google it!" and went
downstairs.  Kerry left and I guess he was going to google it.  I kissed
Dad on the cheek and went to my room.

   I was ready for a little quiet reading in bed.  I went to the bathroom
and took a quick shower and brushed my teeth.  I put on my nightgown and
some soft cotton panties, the kind I like to wear at night.  All the time,
I was thinking about babies, about Rachael having Luke's baby, about me
wanting to have Luke's baby for so many years, and about how I loved Brad
now and what it would be like to have a baby with him someday, and I tried
to make sense of it all.

   I'd just gotten into my book and picked up the story when I heard
somebody peeing, pissing really because it was so loud, in the bathroom. 
When I heard the shower start I knew it was Kerry since Kavan and Kathryn
had showered right after dinner.  I tried to read but I kept wondering
about him.  When the shower stopped, I put down my book and lay there
thinking.

   I got up and went in the bathroom.  It was Kerry, standing there in his
gray thermal underwear, all foamy at the mouth and brushing his teeth.  He
didn't even act surprised when I walked in.  I moved around him and started
to sit down on the commode but the seat was up.

   Kerry saw where I was going and immediately turned and put the seat
down. I guess he was trying to say something and he slobbered toothpaste
foam all down his front.  Then I think he tried to say Shit but he just
slobbered a little more.  He spit and spit and then stood looking down at
himself.  I grabbed his wet washcloth and started wiping him off.  The
cloth got the foam off but left a dark wet spot on his shirt.

   When I sat down on the commode and tried to wipe off the front of his
underpants he tried to back away.  I grabbed the waistband, pulled him
closer, and looked up at his face.  He was serious, not smiling, just
waiting to see what I was going to do.  I wiped the foam off his pants and
rubbed his dick underneath and it responded the same as always.  I looked
up at him again and he was still serious.  I was too but I knew what I
wanted to do.  I grabbed the waistband of his bottoms on both sides and
pulled then down on his thighs.

   His dick wasn't hard yet but it already looked hot and heavy.  I cupped
my left hand under his balls and put my right hand around his dick.  I
waited, just holding him, and felt his dick get firmer and stiffer.  When I
turned it loose, it pointed up at my face, just like it knew where I wanted
it.

   I kept my left hand on his balls and used my right to pull back the skin
on his dick.  When the head was uncovered, all purplish-red and shiny, I
leaned over and took it in my mouth.  I started sucking and he put his
hands on my shoulders and held on.  I used my mouth for a minute or so and,
when I got a little tired of that, I took my mouth off and just used my
hand to jack him.  I looked up at his face and he was watching what I was
doing, a little smile on his face.

   I thought of something else he might like so I said, "You do it," and
took his dick in my mouth again.  I grabbed his hands and put them on the
sides of my face.  He knew what I meant.  He started fucking my mouth.  He
pushed in with slow easy strokes so the head slid in between my lips and
then I sucked on it and used my tongue underneath when he pulled back.  I
could hear his breathing getting louder.  Suddenly he pulled away from me
and I looked up at him.

   "What's the matter?" I asked.

   "Nothing," he said, "I was about to come."

   "It's OK," I said.  "I want you to."

   I leaned over and tried to put my mouth on his dick again but he pulled
back further.

   "I don't want to come in your mouth, Arial," he said.  "Jack me off in
the sink, OK?  I like that."

   "Are you sure?  I though you liked me to suck you off."

   "Yeah, it's good.  But just jack me off tonight, OK?"

   I stood up and picked up the baby oil from the counter where he'd left
it when he jacked off earlier.  I didn't want it to get on his underwear so
I just put some in my hand and then coated his dick with it.  He turned
facing the sink and I got behind him.  I wrapped my right hand around and
stuck my left hand between his legs so I could hold his balls with my left
hand and his dick with my right.  I liked that because I could imagine what
was in my hands was mine.  It didn't take but about a minute or so and he
squirted out three or four times, across the sink and on the mirror the
first time and in the sink the next two or three.  Then he put his hand on
mine and made me quit jacking him.

   I wrapped my arms around his waist, looked around his shoulder at our
image in the mirror, and we smiled at each other in our reflection.  I
watched as his dick gradually started drooping and then hung down.  I saw
one white glob ooze out and hang on the head.  He reached down and caught
it on his finger and held it up to my face.  I leaned forward and caught
his finger in my mouth and sucked it clean.  Then he reached down, milked
his dick down, and pressed out another glob.  He caught it on his finger
too and then held it up to his own mouth.  I watched as he sucked his
finger clean.  He turned around and put his hands on my waist.  We stood
there, about a foot apart, looking at each other and smiling,

   "I want to apologize for something else, Arial," he said.

   "What?"

   I picked up a wet washcloth and wiped his dick clean.  He watched what I
was doing.

   "For being stupid.  For saying it wasn't fair just because I get a
hard-on looking at your pussy.  I was just thinking like a dumb guy, not
about what it's like for you."

   "That's not really stupid, Kerry.  It's just the way guys are, isn't
it?"

   I reached down and pulled his underwear up.  He reached inside and
arranged everything the way he wanted it.

   "Yeah, but girls are the one who catch all the shit.  Seems like
carrying a baby is bad enough but I never knew you could get split open
when it comes out.  I looked it up and saw all sorts of stuff.  Some of the
pictures were hard to look at.

   "I've talked to Mom about having babies lots of times, Kerry.  She's
told me about the bad stuff but she always says it's worth it."

   I took his hand and led him out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.  I
lay down on my bed and he sat down on the side.

   "Yeah but I want you to see the pictures, Arial.  I saw one where the
woman's perineum had split when the baby came out.  They showed that after
it happened and again after it was sewn up.  Then they showed one where the
doctor had done an incision and sewed it up.  I don't want you to be hurt
like that.  It makes me feel sick to think of you getting hurt like that."

   "I love you too, Squirt."

   "Yeah, well, I do love you, but I've been acting stupid another way
too."

   "How?"

   "Wanting to fuck you.  Trying to talk you into letting me do it.  That's
just me being selfish.  I see how happy Brad makes you.  I like Brad a lot,
especially how he's so good to you.  I want you to stay happy with him and
I don't want to do anything to hurt you or him.  I won't push you anymore
to let me do it."

   "You know I want you to, Kerry.  I just think it would cause problems I
don't know how to handle."

   "We can still fool around and do other stuff, can't we?"

   "Sure, Squirt.  Brad knows we do that sometimes.  He's even said he has
a lot of fun when the three of us play around together."

   He pushed me over on the bed a little to give him some room and then lay
down with his head toward the foot of the bed, propped on his arm.

   "Well, I'm not sucking his dick anymore," he said.

   "You said that the second time we fooled around.  Or maybe it was Brad.
Are you still all hung up about that?"

   "I don't know.  I guess doing that's OK.  It's just other stuff I did
with Kenjiro that made me so ashamed, made me feel so bad."

   "I thought you got that straightened out when you talked to Dad."

   "You know what I mean.  I don't guess I'm hung up about sucking dick
because doing it with Brad didn't bother me.  It was just having fun.  I
kind of liked it with Kenjiro until he came in my mouth."

   "You didn't like that, I'll bet."

   "Yeah.  He was supposed to tell me so I could finish him off with my
hand but he didn't.  His first shot was a big wad that hit at the back of
my mouth.  I thought I'd puke trying to hock it up.  How can you stand to
let me do it to you?"

   "I don't know, Kerry.  It is kind of yucky.  Maybe it's just practice.
You're the first one I ever did it with and you weren't squirting so much
then.  I'd been dreaming about doing it with Luke for years so when I did
it at the old house, it was `cause I wanted to.  I've done Brad a few times
and he likes it.  I guess I like to do it with the men I love.  It's not so
bad then, makes me kind of hot between my legs."

   While I was talking, he pushed my nightgown up until my legs were
uncovered.  I knew he could see my panties from where he way lying.

   "Yeah, I'll just bet Brad would practice with me.  He probably wouldn't
mind coming in my mouth but I'll bet he'd hurl if I came in his."

   "Oh, I don't know.  Maybe I'll get you two guys together again and let
you try it."

   "Shit, Arial, don't tease me about stuff like that.  I don't want people
calling me a queer."

   "Oh, you don't mind doing it.  You just don't want anybody calling you a
queer, is that it?"

   "Come on, quit teasing me."

   He moved his hand up on the inside of my thigh until it was almost to my
panties and then slid it up and down.

   "Did you know the skin right here is about the smoothest, softest I've
ever touched?"

   "How about the head of your dick?"

   "I mean on a girl."

   "Don't you think it's time for you to go to bed?  Dad's going to get mad
again if you keep staying up until ten every night.  And don't go playing
on your computer again tonight!"

   "Oh, fuck!  It's only nine-fifteen.  Let me stay with you a while."

   He moved his hand up higher and pushed my panties aside and started
sliding his fingertip up and down my slit.

   "Why?  What do you want?"

   "To do something for you.  You know, like you did for me."

   He moved his finger up and down and deeper between my little lips and I
knew he could tell how wet I was.

   "You know I like that, Kerry.  Can I trust you?  You won't try to get
your dick in me?"

   "You can trust me.  The only thing I'll stick in you is my finger and
this."

   He stuck out his tongue.

   "My panties are a little damp.  I'll bet my pussy's just drooling.  Are
you sure?"

   "Yeah, I want to.  I'll even lick your perineum.  That's what the
website with the pictures called it, you know, between your vagina and your
asshole."

   "You mean you didn't know the word?"

   "Nah, I don't guess I'd ever heard it until Dad used it.  On the
website, they had an arrow pointing to it."

   I glanced at his crotch where something was making a big bulge.  He saw
where I looked and stuck out his tongue at me.

   "Well, if you do it, you'd better not get too far back."

   "Why?  I'll even lick your little pink pucker.  You just had a shower.
It's clean."

   He stuck out his tongue again, just a quick flick of pink.

   "Kerry, that's gross."

   "Oh, fuck, it's not.  Not if I do it with you."

   "You're bad."

   "Well, shit, you are too.  You said you're just like me."

   "Do you feel how wet I am?"

   "Yeah, I like feeling you, all hot and wet and slippery inside.  It
makes my dick ache."

   He pulled his hand out of my crotch, stuck it in his pants, and turned
the bulge around so that it was pointed at his belly button.

   "Would you turn out the lights and then let's be real quiet?  If Dad
finds out you're staying up like this, fooling around with me, he might get
mad."

   He slid out of the bed and turned out the top light.  He crawled back in
bed with me, stretched out beside me, kissed me softly on my cheek, and
then whispered to me.

   "Wanna fool around with a little boy with a hard-on?"

   "Yeah, but you didn't turn out the light on my desk."

   "I want to leave it on so you can see my little dick."

   He pulled the elastic waistband of his underwear down with one hand,
lifted his balls with the other, and tucked his underwear behind them.  He
had a hard-on but it certainly didn't look like a little boy's.

   "You've got a cute little dick, Kerry."

   "Can I lick your little pussy?"

   "Yes, Kerry."

   "Can I lick you anywhere I want to?"

   "Yes."

   "I'm going to pretend your nubbin's a little dick.  I'm going to suck
you off.  You can come in my mouth and I'll swallow it."

   "OK.  I'd like that.  But I'll warn you - I'm going to shoot a big wad."

   He reached under my nightgown with both hands and pulled my panties down
and off my legs.  He straightened up on his knees beside me, with his hands
and my panties in front of his face.

   "What are you doing?" I asked.

   "I'm smelling your panties.  I love the smell of hot pussy."

   "Bad boy!"

   "Yeah!"

   He moved down to the foot of the bed, pulled my legs apart, and knelt
between them.  He pushed my nightgown up on my stomach and then lifted my
legs and pushed then further apart.

   "Hand me a pillow," he whispered.

   I handed it to him.

   "Lift your butt up."

   I lifted up and he stuffed the pillow under my fanny.

   He lay down and squirmed around and then the next thing I knew, I felt
his breath between my legs.  He lay there, breathing deeply, using his
fingers to tease my wet little lips apart.

   "I love the smell of fresh hot pussy," he whispered.

   He pushed back on my thighs so that my legs were bent back over my
stomach.  I felt his cheek on one thigh and then his nose and mouth just on
one side of my pussy, then the other side.

   "Pink pucker," I heard him whisper.

   He pushed on my thighs, bending me back even more and I felt his cheeks
touch my buns and his tongue licking me back there, slowly, again and
again.

   "Kerry, don't."

   He didn't stop.  He kept licking me, slowly, one time with his tongue
flat and soft, the next with it pointed and hard.  I couldn't say anything.
I felt like I wanted to explode.

   "Perineum," he whispered.

   He moved his mouth up just a little and I felt his tongue licking the
bridge between my backside and my pussy.  I gave in.  I knew I'd let him do
anything he wanted to.  Finally he whispered again.

   "Pussy.  Hold your legs up."

   I reached down and caught my legs behind my knees and held them so I was
almost bent in half.

   He was slow and gentle again, licking up one side, then the other, the
middle, flat tongue, pointed tongue, teasing my nubbin, again and again
until I thought I'd go crazy.  Finally, he said something again but I
didn't understand it and I just held my legs and waited.

   He licked me all the way from pink pucker, over perineum, over pussy,
again and again, and I was so hot I didn't care what he did to me.

   Finally he stopped and straightened up over me.  I let my legs fall and
listened to him breathing heavily.  After a minute or so, he leaned forward
and propped over me on one arm.  I glanced down and saw his dick pointing
at me and his balls still held by the elastic waistband.  I felt his hand,
his fingers, searching, then one finger slid into my pussy, and I closed my
eyes.  Again he was so slow and gentle, just teasing me, feeling me.  He
slid his finger in deep and moved it around in me and pressed it in and up
again and again, finger fucking me and it was so good.  I wanted so much to
come and knew I was on the verge but not quite there.

   "Can I suck your little dick?" he whispered.

   I nodded yes.  He lifted my legs again and I caught them and held them
over my tummy.

   He moved back down on the bed and rubbed his cheeks and nose and mouth
on my thighs and pussy again.  I felt him open his mouth and start sucking
on the little lips on one side and then the other.  Then he used his tongue
again, soft and flat sometimes, hard and pointed others.  I could feel
myself trembling and I could hardly hold my legs anymore.

   Finally he did what I wanted him to do.  He fastened his mouth on my
little nubbin and started sucking and licking.  I felt so hot and wanted it
so much I was ready to scream.  Then it hit so suddenly and so hard that I
turned loose of my legs and let them fall over his shoulders and grabbed
two handfuls of hair and held on until it faded away.

   I felt him straighten up on his knees and tug upward on my nightgown.  I
rolled to one side and then the other and he pulled it up until my breasts
were uncovered.  Then he caught my legs and pulled them up and bent then
back over my tummy again.  I caught my legs behind my knees and held them.
He was still and I opened my eyes for a moment to see what he was doing. 
He was holding his dick in his hand and just looking at me, from my breasts
over my stomach, down to my pussy.  He started slowly stroking his dick and
I shut my eyes again.  For a minute or so, I heard him grunting and felt
the bed moving a little and then I heard him say something about hold it
open.

   "What?"

   "Your pussy, Arial.  It's beautiful.  Hold it open.  Use your hands."

   I slid my hands down my thighs and put my fingers on each side and
pulled to expose my pussy to him.  I felt his thighs bumping against my
fanny and I listened to him grunting again.  After a minute or so, I felt a
drop or two of something hot and wet land on my breast and stomach.  I
looked at him and he was holding his dick with the skin pulled back and the
head was blood red with a long drop of white hanging.  His eyes were closed
and he looked like he was hurting.

   I reached up and caught his hips and pulled him down on top of me.  He
collapsed and went limp and I wrapped my arms around his chest and my legs
around his.  His face was buried in my pillow and I could hear his breath
rasping in and out and feel his chest heaving.  He seemed in no hurry to
move and I was content to hold him.  I wanted so much to go to sleep with
him on top of me.

   Suddenly I felt him jerk and then he pushed himself up and looked down
at me.  He didn't say anything.  He just looked at me, blond hair all
tousled, face all peaceful and beautiful, and smiled.

   "Would you get us a washcloth and a towel?" I whispered.  "I think
somebody made a little mess."

   <><><>

   Thursday afternoon, we rode the school bus home and he sat with Nicole
and I sat behind them.  I tried to listen to what they were saying but
everybody was making so much noise I couldn't understand anything they
said. She always got off two stops from ours and Kerry got up and stood in
the aisle to let her get out.  I watched him watch her walk up the aisle to
the front and wondered what he was thinking.

   When we got in the house, he said he had to go real bad and asked if he
could go first.  I let him and went in my room to change into some old
clothes.  After a few minutes, I heard him tap on my door, his signal that
he was finished, and I took my turn.

   When I came out, the door to his room was open.  He was standing there
in nothing but his white briefs and socks, holding his gray dress slacks up
and inspecting them.  I couldn't remember when he had last worn them.  I
suppose they were clean because he held them and put them on.  He zipped
them up and stood there looking down at them.  I could see he had problems
even if he couldn't.  He had hanger wrinkles in both legs and I knew that
would iron out.  But they were too short.  He looked up at me.

   "Are they OK?" he asked.

   I shook my head.  "I don't think so, Kerry.  I think they're too short.
Put your dress shoes on and let's see."

   He tried to push his foot into his dress shoes and couldn't.  He sat
down on the bed, took off his white socks, and tried again.  He got his
feet in his shoes but I could tell they were too tight.  He looked at me.

   "Shit!" he said.

   "Don't say that, Kerry," I said.  "I'll help you so you'll look nice."

   "I don't know, Arial.  Maybe I ought to just stay home and watch TV. 
Sometimes I just don't know what I'm supposed to do."

   "You'll be fine, Squirt.  You act more grown up than most of the
freshmen at school.  You've been to nice restaurants before.  Just enjoy
the meal and the company.  We can all use good manners when we have to. 
It's going to be fun."

   "But who ever heard of a girl her age dating a guy my age?"

   "She knows how old you are, Kerry.  It doesn't bother her.  Why let it
bother you?"

   "Well, OK, I guess.  But help me figure out what to wear."

   He tried on his cordovan loafers and they fit fine, even with socks.  I
found a nice pair of khakis in his closet and they fit him perfectly.  When
I pulled out his navy blue blazer, he looked at it like he was daring it to
be too small.  It wasn't.  It fit him too.  It would probably have been too
tight if he buttoned it in front but I knew he never did.  He looked very
nice, even if he didn't have a shirt on.  He looked at me for approval.

   "You look very nice, Kerry.  I think that's what Brad will wear.  Khakis
with a blue blazer is always a good combination.  We just need a shirt and
tie."

   "Oh, shit, do I have to wear a tie?"

   "I don't know.  What do you want to wear?"

   "Just a shirt, like a t-shirt, you know, like some of the young guys on
TV."

   "Well, you can't wear a t-shirt.  That won't look good with your blazer.
How about a mock turtleneck?  Do you have one?"

   "I don't think so.  What is it?"

   "It's like the knit turtleneck you wore when the weather was real cold,
except it doesn't come up the neck so much.  It's just got an inch or so
coming up the neck.  I think that's what some of the guys on TV wear."

   "Well, I don't have one."

   "Maybe Dad will take us to the Mall tonight or tomorrow night.  If he
can't, I'll call Brad and maybe he'll take us.  I'll bet that discount
store on Lexington will have some nice ones.  That's where Brad and I found
some nice things after Christmas."

   "Next month, you'll have your license and you can drive your own car. 
Are you going to drive it to school?"

   "I don't think so.  Brad says he likes taking us.  I just wish he'd let
me know when he's coming early so I could fix him a good breakfast.  Even
if he can't take us, I don't think I want to drive my car.  I kind of like
riding the bus sometimes."

   "Yeah, me too.  That's where I hear all the dirt."

   Brad took us on Friday night.  We tried the discount store first and
found some beautiful mock turtlenecks.  We got three in different colors
for Kerry, Kavan, and Brad.  Brad insisted on paying for them.  He said
he'd mooched so many meals from us he had money to burn.

   When we got back home, Dad had news for us.  He'd called Mom and she was
coming home Saturday morning.  Luke's father had come to help with the
babies and would be staying a week or so.  She said he was crazy about
Adrianna and had held little James Connor when he wasn't playing with her.
He said she wanted me and Kathryn to be ready to g0 shopping at noon.  She
wanted both of us to have a new dress to wear.  I called Nicole again and
asked her if she was still wearing a little black dress and she said she
was.  I told her we'd be by to pick her up at six and she'd be proud of the
way her date looked.

   Brad came over about mid-morning on Saturday.  I told him Mom was on her
way home and would be here about eleven o'clock and she wanted to take me
and Kathryn shopping for a couple of hours.  He didn't mind.  He felt at
home enough now so I knew he could entertain himself.  I got him to take me
to Ippolito's so I could get some sandwich stuff for lunch.  Kerry wanted
to go too but he said Kenjiro was coming over and they were going to do
something with his computer.  When we got back, Kerry and Kenjiro were
installing some new stuff on Kerry's computer and Brad decided he had to
help them.  Dad was in the living room reading and listening to music. 
That left me to get everything ready for lunch but I didn't mind.

   Mom came in on time and Dad and I helped her carry in her stuff.  She
was talking almost nonstop, telling Dad and me about how much fun her car
was to drive and how much she'd enjoyed visiting with Luke and Rachael and
taking care of Adrianna and then helping with James Connor.  She said
Luke's Dad was going to stay for another week and she'd already promised
Rachael she'd come back when he left if they needed her.  When I finally
got a word in, I asked if she was hungry.  She said she was so I put the
rest of the stuff to make sandwiches on the kitchen counter and then called
the boys.

   Kavan and Kathryn came in just before we started eating.  They usually
worked all day on Saturday but they'd asked off for the afternoon.  They
were starved so I let them eat without taking a shower first.

   We ate out on the deck and Mom kept telling us all about her visit. 
Then she told us Luke and Rachael were going to move back in three or four
weeks and would live with the Andersens for a while.  She said she'd
volunteered to send somebody to pick up Rachael and the kids so Luke could
work with the movers.  Dad said he'd see if he could get free and he'd take
Mom back so they could pick them up.  I saw Brad looking at me when they
were talking about it and I wondered why.  I knew he could tell I was happy
that Luke and Rachael and their kids would live nearby but so was everybody
else.

   When Mom and Kathryn and I were ready to leave, I asked Brad what he was
going to do while we were gone.  He said he and Kerry and Kenjiro were
going down to the creek and do some more digging.  He said they might go up
the creek and see if they could locate the area where the Indian stuff came
from.  I guess I didn't worry because I didn't think they could get in any
trouble digging in the dirt like little boys.

   When we came back from shopping, Kathryn and I took a shower and Mom
helped us fix our hair.  Kathryn and I had both found a nice dress to wear.
Kathryn's had an oriental look to it and had a high collar.  Mine was a
dark gray wool with a little matching jacket.  Without the jacket, my
shoulders were almost bare.  It showed just enough cleavage in front to
tease and Mom said that's all it should show.  She even loaned me her
pearls.  I knew the necklace and earrings were real pearls and I told her I
was afraid to wear them but she insisted.

   The boys were ready by five thirty and they all looked good, even if
they were dressed too much alike.  Mom and I made sure their hair looked
good and they griped about it but they sat still.  We hadn't talked about
how we were going to dinner but we knew we had to go in two cars.  Even
Dad's big Mercedes couldn't really carry more than five and he didn't offer
it.  I didn't want Kavan and Kathryn to have to go in his old pickup truck
so I asked Brad if he'd drive my car and let Kavan drive his Jeep.  We were
ready by fifteen `til six and Nicole only lived a couple of miles away on
Frost Line Road.

   Mom and Dad had to preside over our departure and finally let us go. 
Dad couldn't let Kerry go without telling him he had to go to the door and
ask for Nicole and that, if he was invited in, he should go in and meet her
parents.  Kerry told Dad not to wait up for us because we'd be in late.  He
said Dad ought to take Mom to bed because she needed a little input from
him if she wanted to have a baby.  Dad said he'd do his best but it might
be hard on an old man.  I pushed Kerry out the door to shut them up.

   Kerry rode with me and Brad.  My little BMW was a two-door and I offered
to sit in the back with Nicole so he could have the front.  He told me no
thanks.  He said when he got a chance to get in the backseat of a car with
a girl nobody was going to keep him from it.

   Nicole answered the door and invited him in and they stayed inside for a
few minutes.  When they came out the door, I got a look at what Nicole was
wearing.  She did have on a simple little black dress but it really looked
sexy on her.  Her breasts were on the small side like mine but her dress
was cut lower than mine.  I noticed she had on low heels and I knew she
didn't want to be taller than Kerry.  It looked like they were the same
size when they came down the walk to the car.

   Brad got out of the car so Nicole and Kerry could get in the back seat.
As soon as they were settled, Nicole leaned over and kissed Kerry on the
cheek and whispered something to him.  He smiled and whispered back at her.
They both looked like they were excited to be going out.  I turned around
and looked at Brad.  He was watching them in the rear view mirror.

   I'd never been to the restaurant before but Brad had been there with his
Dad.  It was in an old mansion with lots of big trees and landscaped
grounds around it.  We drove in on a semi-circular driveway and I could see
lighted paths on the sides of the building.  They had valet parking so we
were all able to get out in front and leave the cars with the attendant.  I
told him he'd better be nice to my little BMW and he smiled and said he
would.

   Brad had evidently made arrangements with the Maitre `D because he
greeted Brad by name and then welcomed the rest of us.  He led us to a very
nice table in one corner of a room.  It must have been the library of the
old mansion because it still had books around all the walls.  There were
only three other tables in the room and one was occupied by four people. 
Our table was set with fine china and silver and napkins standing up in
little rolls in our plates.

   All the boys held the chairs for the girls and we got seated without any
mishaps.  The Maitre 'D gave us all menus and told us our waiter for the
night would be Ryan.  We'd hardly started looking at the menus when a young
man in a tuxedo poured water in our glasses.  A couple of minutes later he
brought three small plates of beautiful hors d'oeuvres and put them between
the girl/boy couples.  Brad said "Thank you, Ryan.  That looks great." The
waiter nodded and said, "You're welcome, Dr...I mean, Mr.  Weaver.  Carol's
doing the hors d'oeuvres tonight.  She's an artist at it.  Let me know when
you're ready to order."

   When Ryan took our orders, he asked what kind of bread we'd like.  He
said they had three kinds, all served in small loaves, and they would still
be hot from the oven.  Kerry asked if we could have one of each.  When Ryan
brought our salads, the aroma of the bread was enough to whet anybody's
appetite.

   We were finishing the last of our salads when I noticed Nicole lean over
toward Kerry and put her hand on his arm.  She whispered something to him
and he smiled, nodded, and went back to eating.  I knew what was coming
next.  He straightened up and I saw a startled expression on his face.  He
looked down at his lap and then looked around at the rest of us.  It was my
idea but Kathryn and Nicole loved it.  She'd put her hand on his leg, on
his thigh, about halfway above his knee.  I thought I'd wait a few minutes
before I gave Brad his turn.

   Kavan and Kathryn seemed happy to be together and going out to dinner
with us.  He always had good manners except when they got in an argument or
got their feelings hurt and I hadn't seen much of that for the last few
weeks.  They were both talkative and not as serious as they'd been for a
while.  At one point, Kathryn caught my eye and winked.  When she put her
hand on Kavan's arm, I knew Kavan was about to feel a hand somewhere else.
He didn't react quite the way Kerry did; he just smiled like he was
enjoying something.

   Kerry and Nicole seemed relaxed and comfortable with each other.  I
guess I'd worried too much about my little brother but he wasn't acting so
little at dinner.  He was more subdued than usual and he paid a lot of
attention to Nicole.  I wondered why they kept whispering back and forth to
each other.

   I suppose Brad noticed that I was watching the others and he reached
over and took my hand in his.  I looked at him and he smiled and squeezed
my hand.  He held it for a moment and then started eating again.  I put my
hand on his arm and then a few seconds later, moved it down below the table
and put it on his leg.  He put his hand over mine, moved my hand up, and
rubbed it over his crotch.  He grinned and didn't even look at me.

   When Ryan was clearing away our dinner plates, Kerry asked if the fixed
price for the dinner meant he could have anything he wanted to eat.  Ryan
assured him it was and Kerry asked if he could have another steak, and
while he was at it, some more bread.  Ryan smiled, asked if he wanted it
medium-rare again, and started to leave.  Kerry called him back and told
him he was kidding, that he just wanted to see if he really could have it.

   I waited until we were having our dessert before I brought up the topic
of dancing, just like Nicole had asked me.  We'd all seen her in the
high-school production last month, a review of favorite Broadway musicals.
She was in the number from Cats.

   "You were beautiful in the Cats number, Nicole," I said.  "But I'm glad
you told me which one you were.  I couldn't recognize anybody in those
costumes and makeup."

   "Yeah, you all looked so much like cats it was unbelievable," Kerry
said. "Arial told me you were the one with smoke-colored head and back with
white down the front.  You looked like you were a real cat.  I liked it
when you sat there and licked your paws."

   "It was fun," Nicole said.  "The guys didn't want to wear those
tight-fitting costumes at first.  When they found out they could rub
against us, they didn't mind so much."

   "Well, I didn't know cats could dance like that," Brad said.  "That's
what impressed me - the way all of you started stretching like cats and
then kind of started dancing.  It just seemed like cats ought to be able to
do that."

   "We're already planning next year's production," Nicole said.  "We'll
have plenty of girls as always but we'll need guys again.  It's going to be
a really big production.  We want to involve as many different groups and
as many people as we can, even some of the teachers."

   "What is it?" Kavan asked.

   "I can't tell you yet," Nicole said.  "We know what we want to do but
we're not sure we can.  Mrs.  Frazier has asked some of the faculty to help
us with all the planning.  We think we can pull it off.  You're all going
to love it, if we do it.  It's based on a movie you guys love."

   "Terminator!" Kerry said."

   "No, Kerry," Nicole said.  "It's based on a comedy.  We're changing it
into a musical.  And don't ask me any more about it."

   "Are you going to dance in it?" Brad asked.

   "Sure, I'll even try to sing," Nicole said.  "But we really do need
guys. Why don't you guys volunteer to help?  We're already meeting at my
house on Wednesday afternoons after school."

   "I can't," Kavan said.  "I work a part-time job on Wednesday
afternoons."

   "I can't either," Brad said.  "My Dad's got me working on a research
project with him.  I wouldn't have time."

   Nicole looked at Kerry.

   "I can't," he said.  "I'm trying to think up a good excuse."

   "Kerry, I wish I could tell you what movie it's based on," she said. 
"I'll bet you'd love to be in it.  I wish you would meet with the group, at
least once.  We do a little planning first and then practice some dance
routines.  We're trying to learn some of the dances from the 1950's."

   Kerry kept trying to resist but I could see that Nicole was making
progress on convincing him.  I knew he could dance.  He liked slow dancing
and I'd even got him to try salsa with me.  I asked Nicole if she'd teach
him some of the routines they were practicing and she said she'd love to.
She told him he'd have to be ready to get all hot and sweaty because they
got a strenuous workout when they practiced.  I was glad Nicole stopped
there because I thought that was enough bait to hook him - the idea of her
getting hot and sweaty with him.

   When Brad took his napkin off his lap and put it beside his plate, Ryan
came back to our table in seconds.  He had a small brown bag in his hands
and he gave it to Kerry.  Kerry looked in the bag and then looked up and
smiled.

   "It's bread, three more loaves," he said.  "Thanks, Ryan."

   "You're welcome, Kerry," Ryan said.  "It's just in case you get hungry
later tonight."

   Ryan asked Brad about our dinner and Brad assured him it was as great as
always.  They talked for a minute or two and Brad asked him about his
mother and about his college plans.  Ryan told him she was fine and that
he'd be starting college with the summer term.  Brad asked if he could have
some take-out desserts, two boxes with two desserts in each, for Mr.  and
Mrs.  Whittaker and Mrs.  and Mrs.  Stuart.  When Ryan brought the bill, he
gave one of the dessert boxes to me and the other to Nicole.  I watched as
Brad went over the bill, changed something, and then gave Ryan the gift
certificates and a credit card.  Ryan watched too and then said "Thank you,
Mr.  Weaver."

   When we left, Brad took us down the big center hallway of the building
and out the back on a covered porch.

   "Would you like to go for a walk?" he asked.  "They don't charge extra
for it and I need to walk off a few calories.  The paths are all lighted
and the grounds are beautiful at night."

   The path was lit by little lights about a foot off the ground so we
could see where we were walking but it was dark enough so it was romantic.
Kavan led the group, holding Kathryn's hand, and teasing her about
something and making her laugh.  At one dark area they stopped and hugged
each other and the rest of us stopped and waited until they started walking
again.

   Kerry and Nicole were next and he held Nicole's hand too.  They were
whispering to each other and then laughing and giggling.  He wasn't the
least bit bashful or quiet with her.  He was just as lively and playful as
always.  Nicole seemed to love being with him.  At one point, Nicole got
Kerry to dance down the path a little while she hummed a tune.  He didn't
seem to have any problem leading her and he moved as gracefully as she did.
They made a beautiful pair.

   I held Brad's hand, or rather, he held my little hand in his big hand.
When Kerry and Nicole danced a few steps, I moved around in front of him.
He guessed what I wanted to do and he led off with his left foot and we did
a few steps too.  The last time we'd practiced we'd tried to learn to
waltz. If we'd had waltz music, I'd have loved to dance down the path with
him.

   When we were ready to leave, Kavan asked Brad if he could borrow his car
for a little while longer.  He said he thought it would be nice if he could
go somewhere with his girl so they could make out.  Kathryn told Kavan
she'd go with him but she wasn't going to get in the back seat.  It was
nice to see them tease with each other.  I told Kavan he still had to be in
by midnight or Dad would get mad and he promised he would.

   When we took Nicole home, Brad got out first and moved the driver's seat
forward.  He was so tall he had to put the seat back all the way so he
could drive my little car.  Kerry got out next and held out his hand to
Nicole when she got out.  She tried to tell Kerry he didn't have to see her
to the door but he said he wanted to.  He held her hand while they went up
the walk and I watched to see what they would do.  From the way Brad was
standing outside the car, I guessed he was watching too.

   Nicole's house had a small porch and there was a light burning somewhere
on it.  At the front door, I couldn't see their faces clearly.  Kerry took
the dessert box out of her hands and put it on a chair near the door.  He
took both her hands in his and they stood there for a minute or so and I
wondered what they were saying.  Then he leaned forward, kissed her on the
cheek, and turned to go.  She didn't turn loose of his hands and he turned
back to her.  This time she kissed him.  She put her hands on his face and
held him and I could see his hands come up and hold her at her waist.  They
probably stood there for a minute or so kissing before he turned again and
came back to the car.  Nicole waved at me and Brad and went in the house.

   Kerry crawled in the backseat without a word.  Brad got in and we
started home.  When we drove through a lighted area, I turned and looked at
Kerry.  He had a smile on his face and was looking straight ahead.  I don't
think he even knew I'd looked at him.

   The light near our front door was on when we parked in the driveway. 
When we went in the house, I saw a light in the kitchen was still on. 
Kerry handed me his bag and hurried down the hall, repeating "Gotta pee,
gotta pee." I carried his bread and the dessert box to the kitchen and put
them on the table.  Brad followed me, sat down in a chair, and took off his
shoes.  I kicked off my shoes, reached under my dress, and pulled my panty
hose down and off.  He watched every move I made.  I stuck my tongue out at
him and he stuck his out at me.

   I used the guest bathroom and sat and peed and peed and then gave a big
sigh of relief and sat there thinking about our dinner together.  When I
came out, Kerry was in the kitchen and Brad was gone.

   Kerry was holding the dessert box the waiter had given me and looking at
something on the top of it.  I took it away from him, told him he couldn't
have it, and looked at the top of the box.  It had "Mr.  and Mrs.  Stuart,
Brad, and Arial" written on the top.  I opened the box and looked.  There
were four servings, not two: two that looked like baklava and two like a
rich chocolate tort.  Brad walked in just then and I showed him what was in
the box.

   "I thought you told me it was dessert for Mom and Dad," I said.

   "That's all it was supposed to be, Arial," he said.  "I guess Ryan added
a little something extra."

   "And you told me a little fib about something, Brad Weaver."

   "What?"

   He was grinning that half-crooked smile of his and I knew he knew what.

   "About the price of the dinner.  You told me it was $50 per person.  I
saw what you tried to hide.  It was $75 each and then $20 for the extra
desserts."

   "So?"

   "Then there was tax on top of that and you changed the tip from 15% to
$100.  The bill was over $600, Brad Weaver.  Why did you tell me it would
be $50 per person?"

   "Because I knew you might not let me take all of you if it was going to
cost much over the $300 in gift certificates we had.  I didn't want you to
worry about it."

   "Well, why did you have to change the tip like that?  They put a 15%
gratuity on the bill.  Wasn't that enough?"

   "No, Arial, it wasn't.  Ryan gave us very good service.  He earned his
tip."

   "Where do you know him from?"

   "From the restaurant but mainly from school.  Didn't you recognize him?
He knows who you are."

   I had to stop and think and then I remembered.  I'd seen him in the
hallway more than once.  He was one of the few who dressed like Brad.  He
always smiled and nodded his head at me but that's all he ever did.

   "I thought I'd seen him somewhere but tonight I couldn't remember where.
I do now.  Having a tux on made him look different, I guess.

   "He's been working there for a couple of years at least.  Dad goes there
a lot on business and he always asks for Ryan when he makes a reservation.
I told Dad some personal stuff about him and Dad always leaves him a nice
tip."

   "Why?  What did you tell your dad about him?"

   "Well, Ryan wants to go to college but his father disappeared years ago
and his Mom doesn't get any support from his father.  His Mom's the
bookkeeper at the restaurant.  They have a hard time getting by."

   "He always dresses like you do.  How does he afford that?"

   "Arial, my clothes are probably less expensive than the jeans and logo
stuff lots of kids wear.  Besides, Ryan's wearing some of my old clothes."

   He saw me raise my eyebrows and I guess he knew he had to explain.

   "Before school last fall, Dad got me to call him and ask him to go
somewhere with us.  He took us shopping for clothes and spent a real bundle
on the two of us.  I said something about having lots of stuff that
wouldn't fit and Dad asked Ryan if he'd like to have it.  I sorted through
all my clothes and gave him a couple of boxes of stuff I'd outgrown.  He
didn't mind taking it.  I gave him another box full after Christmas.  Don't
you say anything about it to anybody else!"

   Kerry spoke up.  "Brad, you can save me some of your old stuff if you
want to.  I'm not proud.  I'll wear hand-me-downs from anybody and I like
the way you dress."

   "I think you'll have to grow a little more, Squirt," Brad said.  "Do you
think you're going to be tall like me?"

   "Yeah, I've been looking on the internet at how boys grow.  Based on
where I am now, their charts say I'll be somewhere between six three and
six nine."

   It was hard for me to believe that.  I couldn't picture my little
brother being a tall man like that.

   "What did you two do with your blazers?" I asked.

   "I threw mine on your bed when I went to the bathroom," Brad said.

   "Mine's in my room," Kerry said.

   "Well, go get them and be quiet.  Don't wake up Mom and Dad."

   "Why?" Kerry asked.

   I didn't answer and he and Brad both went down the hall and got their
coats out of the bedrooms.

   "Brad Weaver, it's not my bed on Saturday nights.  It's our bed and
don't you forget it.  Now turn your blazers inside out."

   "Yes, ma'am," they both answered.

   I took Brad's inside-out blazer and felt the armpit and then sniffed it.
It smelled sweaty but it was just Brad and it wasn't anything I hadn't
smelled before.  I checked Kerry's and it was the same way.

   "Kerry, get a couple of hangers out of the laundry room.  Hang your
blazers in there for the night.  They need to dry where you sweated on
them. I'll press them tomorrow."

   "Yes, Mom," Kerry said, but he got the hangers and they put their
inside-out blazers on them.

   "And you might as well both take off those turtle-necks.  You're both
all sweaty in the armpits and you can just put them on top of the washer."

   "Yes, Momma," Brad said, and they both stripped off the turtlenecks.

   I waited until they were finished and then took off my dress.  Mom had
bought me a new bra and panties and half-slip when we shopped.  They were
all pink and I knew Brad and Kerry hadn't seen me in them yet.  I put my
dress on a hanger and hung it in the laundry room next to their coats to
air out.

   "Are you two boys going to do everything I ask you?"

   "Yes, Ma'am," they said at the same time, grinning like monkeys, looking
at me.

   "Then turn around and let me check your pants.  If you've got any grease
spots on them, I want to treat them tonight before we go to bed."

   "You're so romantic, Arial," Brad said.  "Take you out to dinner and all
you can think of is the laundry and cleaning."

   "Yeah, that's the way she is, Brad," Kerry said.

   I took my time inspecting their pants.  I didn't see any spots but I
decided to tease them a little more.

   "You've both got greasy fingerprints on your leg," I said.  "You'll have
to take them off and let me treat them."

   They both looked and looked and looked and I wondered how long it would
take them to realize there weren't any spots.  I guess Brad decided it
didn't matter.  He pulled his belt out of his pants and then pulled them
off and handed them to me.  Kerry stood there grinning and then he did the
same thing.

   They stood there, in nothing but little white briefs and black socks
while I looked at them.  They both had some very nice bulges in the front
of their briefs.  They were both looking at me in my bra and panties and
half-slip.  I just let them look.

   "Nicole's going to love getting in your briefs, Kerry," I said.

   "Oh, shit, Arial, don't tease me like that."

   "Oh, you don't want to get in her panties?"

   He stood and looked at me for a few seconds.  He wasn't smiling.

   "Arial, I don't know what I want.  It was just nice to be with her
t0night.  Do you think she really liked me?  I couldn't believe it when she
kissed me like that."

   "Did she give you a little tongue?" Brad asked.

   "Yeah, just a touch."

   "She liked you," Brad said.  "She wants you."

   Kerry closed his eyes and shook his head.

   "I wish you two wouldn't tease me," he said.  "It's not funny.  I get so
damn mixed up trying to figure out all this stuff and you think it's
funny."

   Brad messed up Kerry's hair and then put his arm around Kerry's
shoulders.  I hugged up against Kerry and Brad put his other arm around me.

   "I love you, Squirt," I said.  "We won't tease you.  You can ask us
about Nicole if you want to but it's all up to you, you know.  You're the
one who's got to figure out what to do with a girl."

   "Yeah, Squirt, I kind of like you too.  You just ask ol' Brad about
girls.  He's had so much experience, he'll tell you what to do."

   I shrugged his arm off my shoulder and stepped away from them.  They
just stood there, looking at me, Brad's arm over Kerry's shoulder and
Kerry's arm around Brad's waist.

   "Brad Weaver, you can sleep on the couch if you're going to talk like
that."

   "Brad, can I really ask you anything?" Kerry said.

   "Yeah, ol' Brad knows girls," he answered.

   "What's that thing Arial has on?"

   Brad looked at my half-slip.

   "Oh, shit, Kerry, start me off with something easy."

   "It's called a half-slip, dummies," I said.  "I couldn't wear a full
slip because of the way my dress was cut around the shoulders.  Mom said I
should wear a half slip with my dress."

   "I thought it was just another way for girls to turn guys on," Kerry
said.

   "Well, it works, doesn't it?  Look." Brad said.  He pulled the waistband
of his briefs away from his stomach and looked down.  Kerry leaned over and
looked down Brad's briefs.  Then he pulled the waistband of his briefs out
just like Brad had done.  Brad leaned over and looked down inside.

   "Hey, Kerry, you're getting a hard-on," Brad said.

   "What do you do with one when you get it?" Kerry asked.

   "You two are just alike - B-A-D!" I said.

   I took off my half-slip and handed it to Kerry.

   "What am I supposed to do with this?" he asked.

   "Put it on.  I just want to see if it turns Brad on."

   "Here, Brad, you put it on.  I'll tell you if it turns me on." Kerry
said, and handed it to Brad.

   Brad picked up my panty hose and handed them to Kerry.

   "OK, you put these on.  We'll both get turned on," he said.

   I took my half-slip away from Brad and my panty hose from Kerry.

   "You guys are hopeless," I said.  "You'll never grow up."

   "Kerry, did you hear the one about the guy who picked up a woman and
took her back to his place for sex," Brad asked.

   "I don't know.  Tell it."

   "After he did it, he told her he would have done it slower if he'd known
she was a virgin."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah, and she told him if she'd known he was in such a hurry, she'd
have taken off her panty hose."

   They both stood there looking at me, waiting for my reaction.  They were
both grinning like jackasses and I was doing my best not to smile.

   "Well, you two turned-0n little boys can just go sleep together for sex.
I'm going to bed - by myself."

   I started to leave but Kerry caught my arm.  He pushed me over to Brad
and Brad wrapped both arms around me and pulled me up against him.

   "You two go on to bed and love each other," Kerry said.  "I'm going to
spank my monkey."

   That was one I'd never heard before but I knew what he meant.

   "Don't you want to come play with us," I asked.

   "Yeah, Kerry, you can play with us," Brad said.  "Just don't ask me to
suck your dick again."

   "Can we get serious for a minute?" Kerry asked.

   Brad and I stood waiting, my arms around his waist, his arms around my
shoulders.  I could feel something in his briefs where they pressed against
my tummy.

   "I want you two to go to bed together and make love with each other,"
Kerry said.  "You don't need me in there like a third wheel on a bicycle."

   "Don't feel that way, Kerry," Brad said.  "I know you and Arial fool
around sometimes.  It doesn't bother me.  It won't bother me if you do it
with both of us."

   "What do you want to do, Kerry?" I asked.

   "I don't know.  If Nicole was here, I'd take her to bed and try to
figure out what to do with her.  That's what I'd like to do.  I'd like to
play with both of you but I don't think I should."

   "Why?" Brad asked.

   "I just think I ought to grateful for what you two have already done for
me - fixing me up with Nicole, taking me out to a nice dinner.  You and
Arial can enjoy loving each other without me.  I'll just go stroke my poker
and think of Nicole."

   "You mean you're going to tease your weasel?" Brad asked.

   "Naah, I'm going to tussle with my muscle," Kerry said.

   "Well, I'm going to pet my panda and go to sleep," I said.  "You two can
just go slay your sloths together."

   They both shut up and looked at me.  I guess they didn't think girls had
lots of names for it like the guys do.  I stuck my tongue out at them and
then went down the hall to my room.

   Chapter Fifty-Two

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart,
17; Arial Stuart, 15; Kerry Stuart, 12 1/2

   Brad Weaver, 17; Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Nicole Whittaker, 15

   TELLING THE STORY Brad Weaver

   <><><>

   (BRAD)

   She's just too much sometimes.  For a moment, I couldn't believe what
I'd heard but she'd said it: that she was going to pet her panda and we
could go slay our sloths.  Sloths?  Now she's calling my dick a sloth?  No
Way.  I knew I shouldn't be surprised at anything she said or did.  Still
it was hard to reconcile the way she looked, beautiful and delicate and
innocent, and the way she talked, open and unashamed of anything when it
came to sex.

   "Well, Kerry, shall we slay our sloths?" I asked.

   He pulled his briefs down with one hand, pulled his balls up with the
other, and let the elastic waistband catch under his balls.  He sat down in
a kitchen chair with his legs spread wide and held his dick straight up. 
Maybe he didn't have a sloth but he had a big woody.  It looked out of
place on him, as big as it was, when he had so little pubic hair and none
on his balls or between his legs that I could see.

   "Naah, not me, boy.  I'm going to asphyxiate my anaconda," he said.  He
started slowly stroking it with one hand while he pulled his scrotum down
taut with the other.  He was watching me and I knew it was my turn.

   I sat down in a chair, pulled my briefs down, and let them catch under
my balls too.  My dick was engorged already but it wasn't stiff like his. I
wrapped my hand around it, slid it up and down a few times, then pulled the
skin down tight, and watched as it got hard.

   "Well, I guess I'll just have to choke my cobra then," I said, trying
not to laugh.  His grin was as big as mine and he looked like he was having
a hard time holding it back too.

   "Just don't make it mad at you," he said.

   "Why?"

   "It'll spit in your eyes."

   "Well, maybe I'd better lasso my longhorn instead," I said.

   "That's a fine critter you've got there, pardner," he drawled.  "Did you
say that was a pronghorn?"

   "Nope, it's a hedgehog," I drawled back.  "You touch it; you get
pricked."

   "Shit, Brad," he said, "that's a good one.  I give you two points."

   He leaned back a little more, so that the chair was pushed back on two
legs, and dropped his arms to the sides.  His dick was pointed back over
his stomach and it suddenly started bouncing up and down.

   "It's alive!  It's alive!" he said, whispering but pretending to yell
like the mad scientist.

   I tried to make my dick twitch up and down like his and only halfway
succeeded.  He smiled and shook his head when I did it.

   "Do you love her?" he asked, out of the blue.  His smile was gone.

   "Yeah." I tried to think of something more to say but there were no
words to describe what I felt for Arial.  "Yes, Kerry, I love her."

   "I do too," he said.

   "I know."

   "Please don't ever hurt her, Brad.  Be good to her."

   "I'll do my best."

   "I believe you."

   "Arial and I are both doing our best, Kerry.  Loving somebody is new for
both of us."

   "Do you think I'll find somebody like her to love?"

   "You'll find somebody.  I never dreamed I'd find anybody like her.  When
Kavan invited me home with him, I didn't know what to expect.  When I saw
her, I didn't believe she could love me.  I'm still amazed she does."

   "Yeah, I know.  I'm glad you two got together.  You make her happy and
you're good to her.  That's all that matters."

   He got up, walked over in front of me, and motioned for me to get up
too. He moved a step closer to me and held my dick in his left hand, his in
his right hand.  He pulled them down until they were both horizontal with
the head of my dick just above his.  He looked down at them for a moment,
pulled my foreskin forward until it covered the head of my dick, and then
pushed it back.  He did the same with his.  We both looked up at each other
and grinned.  He looked down and slowly stroked my dick and then his.

   "Yeah, that's some big pronghorn you've got there, pardner," he
whispered.  "I'll bet that little filly of y'ors loves to ride it."

   I reached down and took his dick in my hand and started slowly stroking
it.  He kept sliding his hand back and forth on mine.

   "Shit, Kerry, mine's not that big.  Your Dad's got a big one, Kavan too.
I don't have an inch on you."

   "Does she really like it, Brad, you know, your dick in her?" he asked.

   He looked down at our dicks again and I tried to understand what he was
thinking and feeling.  He pushed my hand off his dick and put his in its
place.

   "Yeah, I think so.  I try my best to make sure she does."

   "Wanna borrow mine tonight?" he whispered.

   "You want to take my place, don't you?" I asked, already knowing the
answer.

   "Yeah, I guess so.  What would you say if she let me do it with her?"

   "I don't know, Kerry.  The stuff we've done so far doesn't bother me."

   "Like jacking off on her breasts?"

   "Yeah, that was fun."

   He poked his hips out, mimicking the position he'd used when we jacked
off on Arial's breasts, and gave his dick some fast strokes.  I followed
his example, except that I only stroked mine a few times.  I wanted to save
it for her, not squirt it on the kitchen floor.

   "Not even when we sucked each other's dicks?"

   "No, not even that."

   "But when she sucks my dick or jacks me off, how about that?"

   "She loves you, Kerry.  She loved you before she loved me.  I guess I'm
getting used to your family.  It seems OK for her to do that with you if
she wants to."

   "Yeah, I guess my family is kind of different about sex, like the stuff
we did at the cabin.  I'm glad Mom and Dad are the way they are with us so
we don't have to hide stuff from each other."

   "I'm glad too, Kerry.  I like being part of your family."

   "But you really do love her; don't you?  You want to marry her someday?"

   "Yeah, I do.  I hope we can be together for the rest of our lives."

   "Well, I guess that's OK then.  She can't be with me like that."

   I wanted to go to Arial, to be with her, but I didn't want Kerry to have
to be alone, with no one to love him.  It seemed weird, standing there in
the kitchen, both of us holding a hard-on, talking about loving his sister.
Then I remembered how he'd been when he walked back to the car after Nicole
kissed him.

   "How did you feel when Nicole kissed you, Kerry?  Was it like your world
just opened up with new possibilities?  I felt that way the first time
Arial kissed me and it was just on my cheek."

   "Aaww, shit, Brad, I don't know what to do.  She slipped me a little
tongue and I almost came in my pants.  I'd slip her a little dick if she'd
let me."

   "I'll get you a box of condoms so you'll be ready."

   "Yeah, first Dad offered and then Kavan and now you.  Shit, I'm going to
be up to my eyeballs in condoms.  Quit joking with me."

   "It's no joke, Kerry.  You've got to learn to be responsible for what
you do.  We've both got a lot of growing up to do before we have kids."

   "Yeah, I know.  It scares the hell out of me."

   "Me too, Kerry.  Loving Arial is scary too."

   He playfully hit me on my arm and then pulled his briefs back up.  His
dick was pressed against his stomach and the last inch or so was sticking
out and up toward his navel.

   "Come on, let's go to bed," he said.  "You take your otter and let it
play with her beaver.  I'm going flog my frog in my own bed.  I'm going to
make it say `ribbit' and then I'm going to sleep.  Fuck it!"

   I pulled up my briefs and positioned my dick so it looked like his.  He
looked at my dick pointing up and then at his and then grinned at me again.
We went down the hall as quietly as we could.  When he started to open the
door to his room, I put my hand on his shoulder and he stopped.

   "Thank, Kerry," I said.

   "Please be good to her, Brad.  I hope you'll always love her," he said.

   He went in his room and left me standing at the door to Arial's room.  I
thought about what he'd said for a minute or so and then opened the door.

   Arial was already in bed, on the side next to her desk and the light on
it.  She had pulled the blanket up over her breasts but her shoulders were
still bare.  She was reading a book.  I walked over and tilted the book up
so I could see the title - Poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning.  She put
in a bookmark and then laid the book on her desk.

   "Did you and Kerry have fun?" she asked.

   I sat down on the side of the bed, held out my hand to her, and she put
her hand in it.

   "He's always fun, Arial.  He's quite a kid," I said.  "But we didn't
flog our logs."

   "I'm glad," she said.  "Kerry didn't want to play with us after all?"

   "No, he didn't.  We talked about how we both love you and he still
wanted the two of us to be together without him."

   "He's almost always sweet like that, Brad.  I hope you can see how he's
always loving and considerate.  It's not just me he treats that way; it's
most people."

   "I know.  I'm not jealous of him, Arial.  I don't mind if he goofs off
with us sometimes.  We're just playing and having fun then.  It's just when
I get serious with you, when we're loving each other, I don't want anybody
else around then."

   "I know, Brad.  Love is better when it's kind of quiet and private,
isn't it?"

   "Yeah, lots better.  Are we sleeping in pajamas and gown tonight or do
we sleep butt-naked?"

   "I bought you something new to sleep in," she said.  "Me too.  Look on
top of my chest of drawers."

   I got up and walked over to the chest.  There were a couple of folded
garments on top, one dark blue, one pink.  I knew which one was for me.  I
picked it up and shook it out.  It was a flannel nightgown, a short one,
too short to cover up much.  I shook her pink one out.  It was just as
short.

   "I can't wear this, Arial," I said.  "My dick will be hanging out in
front and my butt in the back."

   "Silly, that's why I bought it for you.  If you sleep naked, your
shoulders are always getting chilled.  If you sleep in pajamas, you usually
take off the bottoms during the night.  This way you can spoon up to my
fanny and be comfortable."

   I liked the idea.  It did make sense.  She already knew how much I liked
to sleep spooned up to her, with nothing between her naked fanny and my
naked crotch.  I tossed her little gown to her and started to pull my
briefs off.

   "OK," I said, "let's put them on."

   "Not yet, Brad," she said.  "Let's wait a little."

   She turned toward her desk and put the nightgown down.  I saw a
momentary flash of white breast and I assumed she was naked under the cover
and just waiting for me.  She turned the blanket down with her hands and
then pushed it further down with her feet.  She wasn't naked after all. 
She had on some white panties, nothing else, and not the pink ones she'd
worn to dinner.  She had put on some very brief and lacy white ones.  I
couldn't help but grin.  I knew what she wanted and it was the same thing I
wanted.  I tossed my nightgown on top of hers, pulled my briefs back up,
went around to my side of the bed, and crawled in beside her.

   When I turned toward her, she turned too and held out her arms to me.  I
laid down, half across her, with my head between her breasts.  She knew how
much I liked to be close to her, with my face against the softness of her
breasts, while we talked.  She put one arm around my shoulders and brushed
my hair off my forehead with her other hand.  I took a couple of deep
breaths and relaxed against her.  I was where I'd been wanting to be all
week.

   "You should have made Kerry come with you," she whispered.  "You know I
love to play with skinny little boys in white briefs."

   "Really?" I whispered.

   "Yeah, I'm just a dirty old woman.  I love to see your little penis
sticking up out of your briefs.  It's cute.  I love to put my hand down
there and play with your little testicles."

   "That's OK.  I'm a dirty old man," I whispered.  "I like little girls in
white panties.  I like to lick their panties and taste their juices."

   "Really?" she whispered.

   "Yeah!  It makes my little penis get stiff."

   "I love you, Brad," she said in a quiet voice.  "Thanks for dinner
tonight and being so nice to my family."

   "I'm glad you enjoyed it.  Do you think everything went OK with Kerry
and Nicole?"

   "I think so.  He was so grown up with her.  I don't know whether he was
just acting or whether he was really comfortable with her.  I don't think
she would have kissed him like that if she hadn't enjoyed being with him."

   "You didn't put her up to that too?" I asked.

   "No.  What do you mean `too'?  What else do you think I put her up to?"

   "Putting her hand on his leg, trying to give him a hard time.  Just like
you did to me."

   "Well, anyway, I didn't put her up to kissing him.  I didn't know she'd
do it like that.  I guess it was what she wanted to do."

   I turned around again, lay down with my head on a pillow, and pulled her
up against me.  She knew what I wanted again.  She relaxed against me with
her head on my shoulder, nestled in the curve of my arm, with one of her
legs over one of mine.  She slid her hand around on my chest, teasing my
nipples and pulling on what little chest hair she could find.

   "I love you too, Arial," I said.  "I wish I could say it like that woman
does in her poetry.  I wish I could write poetry about how beautiful you
are."

   "You're beautiful too, Brad.  I'd rather have you than a poem."

   "Yeah, but I'd like to be able to say stuff in words like she does,
about how my heart overflows with love when I hold you, about how it's like
something sacred when I make love with you - I don't know how to say stuff
like that."

   "Silly, you just did."

   She slid her hand down over my stomach and started pulling on the trail
of hair that started just under my belly button and wrapped around my dick
and balls and back between my legs.  She could drive me wild with it
sometimes, just gently pulling on little tufts of hair here and there.

   "I've never read much poetry," I said.  "Have you?"

   "I guess so.  Probably more than most girls."

   "Is there some you know that guys would like?"

   "Sure.  Try Carl Sandburg or Walt Whitman.  You might even like some of
Browning's.  Try it.  I'll bet you'll understand what she says about love."

   Her hand moved down between my legs, into my briefs, cupped over my
balls, and started teasing.  It was another way she loved to play with me,
just gently pushing one testicle up and letting it relax, then the other,
until I couldn't stand it anymore.  Then she usually started playing with
my dick, just touching it with one little finger, stroking the sensitive
spot under the head until I squirmed.  She knew the effect it had on me. 
When my dick started drooling, she'd use her finger to wipe it all over the
head, just one little finger touching me so lightly.  I let her play, using
all of her tricks.  It was so damn tantalizing and I didn't want her to
stop but I wanted to do something else too.

   "Are you trying to drive me crazy again?" I asked.

   "What?  I'm not doing anything, Brad."

   "I'm going to get even with you."

   "I dare you," she said, and turned her face up toward mine.

   I dared.  I closed my eyes and let my mouth find hers.  I felt her
tongue touch my lips and I opened to her.  We did what I'd learned to love
so much with her, just quiet kissing and touching until I knew I had to
move on to something else.

   I pushed her back and then leaned over her and found her breast with my
mouth.  Her little nipple was already hard.  I sucked it and licked it for
a moment and then pulled back and looked at it.  She had the most beautiful
breasts I'd ever seen, small mounds flattened a little when she was on her
back, with a smaller mound under the areola and then the little rose
protrusion on top of that.  She pulled my head back down and I opened my
mouth again.

   I slid my hand down on her smooth little belly, down through the little
bowl, over her navel, back up under her panties, to the mound between her
thighs.  I loved the feel of her little tangle of hair.  It was just a
little patch of silky hair above her pussy and part way down and around the
sides, with very little further back between her legs.  She'd wanted to
trim it and shave some of it off and I'd convinced her I loved it natural.
If it was shaved or trimmed, I wanted to be the one who did it.  It never
got in the way of my tongue or my dick anyway.

   I cupped my hand down over her pussy and immediately felt the heat and
dampness of her.  I let my middle finger play with her little inner lips
until I teased them apart and I could feel the wetness deeper in.  I kept
at her, just one finger, my revenge, trying my best to make her squirm like
she did me.  Finally I slid my finger into her and curled it back and then
moved it around and around, just the way I knew she liked it.  It worked;
she started squirming.

   I took my mouth off her breast for a moment.  "May I lick your pussy,
little girl?" I whispered.

   "Why, little boy?  Why do you want to do that?"

   "To get you all hot and ready for my little dick," I said.

   "OK," she said, so low I hardly heard her.

   I moved down on the bed, dragging a pillow with me.  She knew what I
wanted; she lifted her hips.  I stuffed the pillow under her and then
pushed her legs up and bent them back over her.  She caught her legs behind
her knees and held them.  I took one more look at the panty-covered feast
before me and then closed my eyes.

   I'd done the same thing before but it still left me with heart-pounding
desire again.  I stretched out on the bed, my feet hanging off, and started
licking her.  Her panties were wet with the moisture from inside her and
the scent and taste made me want her more.  I teased her with my fingers
and tongue for a while and then finally pulled her panties to one side and
fastened my mouth on her pussy.  I didn't stop until I'd sucked and licked
one orgasm out of her.

   When her fingers finally relaxed and she stopped pulling my hair, I rose
up over her and caught her panties on each side.  She brought her legs
together and I pulled her pantries down and off.  I quickly pulled off my
briefs and stuffed panties and briefs under a pillow at the head of bed. 
She let her legs fall on each side of me and I lowered myself slowly down
on her.  I let my dick press against her stomach, her breasts against my
chest, my mouth against hers, and I waited.  She wrapped her arms around my
chest and pulled me against her so tight I was afraid I'd hurt her.  After
a minute or so, she brought her legs up over mine, slid her hands down to
my butt, took a couple of deep breaths, and then relaxed.  I knew she'd let
me know when she was ready.  I wanted her but I was in no hurry.  I knew I
was going to have her tonight, as many times as it took to satisfy our
need.

   She started moving her hips underneath me, rocking back and forth a
little so that my dick rubbed against her stomach.  I rose up on my elbows
to take my weight off her, moved back a little, and then pressed my hips
against her.  Blindly, without talking, we cooperated in getting ourselves
in the position we wanted, with my dick pressed against her so that the
underside of the shaft rubbed against her nubbin.  It was just one more of
the things we'd discovered with each other.  Once or twice, she'd been able
to bring herself to orgasm with just the slow rubbing up and down.

   "Lift up," I heard her whisper.  I knew what she wanted; I lifted my
hips slightly.  She reached down with one hand and guided the head of my
dick to the right place.  I waited patiently for her next move, forcing
myself to hold still.  She brought her hand out, put both hands on my ass,
and pulled me against her.  It was perfect again.  My dick slid in just a
little, just that unbelievable feeling of entering her again.  She tugged
again and my dick slid in a little more.  I forced myself not to do what I
wanted to do, not to shove it in to the hilt all at once.  I waited for her
to pull again.  When she did, I gave in and pushed and slid into the hot
wet depths of her cunt.  It was all I could ever want.  Almost all.

   We had last made love the previous Sunday morning.  I'd jacked off two
or three nights during the week when we were apart but that was hardly
satisfying anymore.  It released some of my sexual hunger but did nothing
to satisfy my need for connection with her.

   I didn't last long this time.  The urge to come inside her took all
thinking from me and my body did what it had to do.  I throbbed and
squirted over and over again and poured my essence into her.

   When I became aware again, she was holding me prisoner as usual.  Her
legs were locked around me with her heels pressed against my ass.  One arm
was wrapped around my back.  The other held my head down close to hers. 
Her breasts were soft and hot against my chest.  She had her mouth on my
shoulder and I could feel her teeth in my skin.  I didn't care if she
marked me again.

   I couldn't move and didn't want to move and she wouldn't let me move. 
We whispered and kissed, nuzzled and whispered some more, got silly, got
serious, all the while staying connected.  My dick inside her wasn't soft
and shrunken like it is sometimes.  It was still engorged and not far from
getting hard again.  I didn't want to move but I had to finally.  My arms
had lost the strength to hold my body suspended above her.

   She'd finally convinced me that she didn't care if my semen or her
secretions got on the sheet.  She always said I had made the wet spot and I
had to sleep in it.  I didn't care.  I hadn't thought to bring a towel and
I guess she hadn't either.  Without a word, I moved to one side and at the
same time she turned away from me.  I spooned up to her, she bent her right
leg, and I put my right leg over her left one, I curved my arm around; she
caught my hand and pressed it against her breast.  We both took a few deep
breaths and then relaxed - all coordinated perfectly without a word.

   We lay there close together, talking quietly, and I wondered if she was
ready to go to sleep.  The day had been long, the evening one of the best
of my life, and the time in bed together wonderful again.  My eyes kept
closing by themselves.  We were both breathing slowly and peacefully and I
knew sleep wasn't far away.  But there was still a nagging desire to have
her again.

   My dick was nestled up between her legs, damp and sticky from either my
secretions or hers, still swollen and hot against her.  I could feel it
slowly stiffening and I suppose she felt it too.  She put her hand down
between her legs and touched it under the head with one finger.  I let her
play and gradually my dick went from stiff to rigid.  I almost felt guilty
for wanting her again so soon.

   She must have wanted it too.  She moved her hips somehow, pressed with
her fingers, and the head of my dick slid between the hot slippery lips of
her cunt.  I let it rest there for a minute or so, savoring the feeling of
her flesh surrounding mine, and then started slowly moving, just enough to
let the head slide in and out of her.

   We'd learned so much about how our bodies could fit together, quietly
talking and laughing, trying this, trying that, finding something that
worked, trying something new when it didn't.  I decided to try again.

   I pulled her right leg back over mine and then pulled her right shoulder
so that she was half turned toward me.  She bumped me a few times with her
elbow and then we found that her arm would fit around my neck.  I leaned
over her a little and found that I could reach first her mouth and then her
breast.  I slid my hand downward on her stomach and felt where my dick was
partially inside her.  It was perfect, just what I wanted.  I could kiss
her, use my mouth on her right breast, the fingers on my right hand could
play with the lips of her pussy where they surrounded my dick, and last,
the best, my dick could slide into her just deep enough to stay there if I
was careful.

   I fastened my lips on one hard little nipple, slid a couple of fingers
over the little ridge at the top of her pussy, and then started thrusting
into her.  Everything else in the world went away and I got faster and
faster as I felt the need for release.

   "That's so good, Brad," I heard her whisper.

   I don't suppose an answer was needed but I grunted "Uh huh," anyway.

   "Slow down a little, please," she whispered again.  "It's so good, make
it last."

   I did what she asked.  I tried to be as slow and gentle as I could, just
sucking, stroking, fucking, all at the same time.  It was something new to
me and it was too good to last.  It must have been just as good for her. 
After a minute or so, she put her hand on top of mine and pressed my
fingers down on her clitoris.  I felt her contractions around the head of
my dick and I held still and let her have her turn.  When she finished, I
started thrusting faster again and within a minute or so I had my turn too.

   When we untied our knot, she turned over facing me.  She didn't say
anything and I didn't either.  I don't suppose anything needed to be said.
It had been perfect for me.  We lay there looking in each other's eyes. 
She looked as sleepy as I felt.

   I slid my hand under the pillow and felt something I'd put there
earlier. I pulled them out and she smiled at me.  She reached up and took
my briefs out of my hand and then stuffed them between her legs.  Then she
took her little panties and tried to use them to wipe off my dick.  There
was hardly enough fabric in them to do it.  She left her panties around my
dick and then reached up and took my hand in hers.

   "Tomorrow morning, you can have my panties," she whispered.  "I'm
keeping your briefs."

   "Why?" I asked.  "They need to go in the laundry."

   "No!  I'm not washing them."

   "What then?"

   "I'm keeping your briefs for a souvenir, to remember tonight."

   "Well, I'm not washing your panties either.  Maybe I'll take then out
and smell them when we have our golden wedding anniversary."

   "That would be nice, wouldn't it?  We'll be a couple of old gray-headed
folks, sniffing underwear.  What will our kids and grandkids think?"

   "We'll tell them what we did tonight."

   "I'd like to do that," she whispered.

   She reached back toward her desk and pulled the two nightgowns over on
the bed.  We both sat up at the same time, put then on, and then laid back
down, facing each other again.

   "I love you, Brad Weaver," she whispered.

   "May I say it too?" I asked.

   "Uh huh."

   "I love you, Arial Stuart.  Will you marry me?"

   She turned over away from me and backed up against me.  I pulled the
front of my nightgown up, pulled the back of hers up, and spooned up
against her naked fanny.  I scooted up a little closer, curved my arm
around her, and cupped my hand over her soft flannel-covered breast.

   "Yes, Brad, someday I'll marry you."

   <><><>

   On Sunday morning, I woke to the sound of someone in the kitchen.  I
vaguely remembered changing positions during the night and quickly falling
back to sleep with her spooned up against my naked butt.  Somehow we'd
changed again and we were almost face to face.  My left arm was under her
pillow and under her neck.  My right hand was on her hip.  Our legs were
intertwined.  Her face was just inches from mine, relaxed and beautiful.

   I looked over at the bedside and saw that it was nine-thirty.  I wanted
to stay with her but I had to go.  My dick was rigid again and my bladder
was close to bursting.  I turned and rolled out of bed.  The front of the
little nightgown fell downward but was stopped by my dick.  I didn't care
who saw me.  I opened the door, went out in the hall, and then in the
bathroom.

   After a struggle, I managed to start pissing.  I drilled it down into
the bowl for a minute or so and shivered with relief when I finished.  I
was just giving it a squeeze and a shake when Arial walked in.  I put the
seat back down and moved out of her way.  She grunted, sat on the throne,
closed her eyes, and let it go.  I couldn't help but grin at my princess on
her throne, peeing, with her loyal subject watching.  When she finished,
she sat there and stripped off her nightgown.  I pulled mine up and off too
and held out my hand to her.

   We showered together, washing each other between bouts of playing.  She
restored my hard-on and then bent over, holding the spout, while I tried it
out.  It worked fine but then she pulled away and told me I had to save it,
that we'd take time to do it again before I went home.  We were drying each
other off, grinning and laughing and teasing, when I heard a tap on the
door.  It was Kerry.

   "Hurry up, I gotta pee," he said.

   Arial opened the door and a sleepy naked Kerry came in or maybe his dick
led him in.  He had a morning piss-hard too.  Arial grabbed my hand and
pulled me out in the hall and we left Kerry standing over the commode
trying to get his dick to cooperate.

   I still had a towel in my hand.  We'd left our little nightgowns on the
floor in the bathroom and I wondered if Kerry would be confused when he
picked them up and found they were both nightgowns.  I started to go in
Arial's bedroom but she pulled me down the hallway toward the kitchen.  I
don't know why but I stopped and wrapped the towel around my waist.  Arial
just shook her head and then grabbed my hand again.

   Kieran was leaned back in one chair at the table with his feet in
another, wearing nothing but a smile.  His ankles were crossed, his legs
were together, and his balls were resting on his legs, with his big dick on
top.  Everything about him looked relaxed.  He was drinking a cup of coffee
and reading the Sunday paper.

   Siobhan was standing at the kitchen sink washing her hands.  She had on
a thin robe that came down to mid-thigh.  When she turned toward us and
smiled, I saw beautiful full breasts, rosy nipples, and white panties.  I
finally managed to look away at something else.  I saw a big bowl of mixed
fruit on the counter and smelled some sort of pastry or bread.  It was the
usual Sunday breakfast I'd come to expect with them but with more skin
showing than during the colder months.

   We stood talking to them for a few minutes, my arm around Arial's
shoulders, hers around my waist, telling them about our dinner.  Siobhan
poured us both glasses of orange juice and handed them to us.  I'd just put
my empty glass on the table when I heard a noise behind me.  It was Kerry
coming in the kitchen, still naked, rubbing his long hair with a small
towel.

   I had just turned back toward Siobhan when I heard a bump behind me and
then Kerry pushed into my back and almost fell.  He caught himself just in
time and came on in the kitchen.  It took me a minute to realize that my
towel was now on the floor at my feet.

   "I'm sorry, Brad.  I tripped on something," he said, with a diabolical
grin.  We both knew he had done it deliberately.

   I looked down.  My dick was behaving reasonably well.  Kieran and
Siobhan were both grinning; they knew he'd got me.  I gave up; I
surrendered.  I knew I had to be as relaxed about being naked with them as
they were if I was going to be part of the family.  And I was determined
that I was.

   I pulled out another kitchen chair and sat down and put my feet in the
chair with Kieran's.  I reached down and pulled my balls up, put my legs
together with my ankles crossed, and let it all hang out just like Kieran.
I saw him watching and smiling.  I looked at Siobhan and she was looking at
me too.  They both knew who I was imitating.

   "Arial, would you mind pouring me a cup of coffee?" I asked, and I
reached for the funnies from the newspaper.

   Kerry had been watching the whole episode.  I was waiting for him to say
something.

   "Arial, you don't want to marry that guy," he said.  "You'll spend the
rest of your life waiting on him hand and foot."

   "You're just jealous, Kerry Stuart," Arial said.  "Women like to do
things for their man sometimes.  Don't they, Mom?"

   "Yes, Princess, we do," Siobhan said.  "Sometimes they even do something
to please us.  Your father was very sweet to me last night.  I don't mind
getting him a cup of coffee."

   "Well, in that case I guess I'd better get Brad two cups of coffee,"
Arial said as she poured a cup and put it in front of me.

   "Arial," I growled and made an angry face at her.  It didn't stop her or
Kerry.

   "What, Brad?  You don't want another cup when you finish that one?"

   Kieran held his hand at his waist and quickly flashed two fingers.  I
knew what he meant.  I nodded and then flashed him two.  I thought a second
and then amended that.  I flashed him two and a half.

   "Yeah, I know how it is," Kerry said.  "I had to punish my python twice
last night before it gave up and let me go to sleep.  Maybe it was
something in that food we had last night.  "

   "That's strange," Kieran said.  "It was hard for me to go to sleep last
night too and I ate at home."

   The way he looked at Siobhan left little doubt about what he'd eaten.

   "Well, maybe you've finally given me what I want and you can sleep
better at night," Siobhan said.

   Arial squealed, grabbed her Mom, and hugged her.  "Mom, do you really
mean it.  Are you pregnant?"

   "I don't know yet, Arial," she said.  "I will in just a few more days.
When does your period start?"

   "Probably Tuesday," Arial answered.  She was still hugging Siobhan.

   That confused the hell out of me.  What could Arial's period have to do
with whether her Mother was pregnant?  I didn't say anything but Siobhan
saw the confused look on my face.  I looked at Kieran and he had a smirk on
his face like he knew he had done it.

   "Brad, we've lived together for so long our periods have synchronized,"
Siobhan said.  "That sometimes happens with women.  We usually start within
a day or two of each other."

   "Well, why do you think you're pregnant now, Mom?" Arial asked.  "You
wouldn't say that without some reason."

   "It's just the way I feel, Arial.  I've been pregnant three times and
it's different.  It's not the way I feel when I'm about to have my period."

   "Oh, shit," Kerry said.  "It's bad enough when they've got PMS; now
we'll have to put up with PBS."

   Arial gave him a puzzled look.

   "Pre-baby syndrome," he said.  "Mom's going to have twins." He looked
proud of himself as usual.

   Now he really had me confused.  Nobody could know that at a very early
stage in a pregnancy and I knew it.

   "What makes you say that, Squirt?" Kieran asked.

   "I saw you flash two fingers at Brad.  I know what that means."

   "Well, Brad just showed me two and a half fingers," Kieran responded. 
"What do you think that means?"

   "Oh, all you little kids can just knock it off," Siobhan said.  "Quit
being silly!"

   Kerry still wasn't finished.  "That's what I did last night, Mom," he
said.  "Twice."

   The door to the basement opened and Kavan came in the kitchen, the third
naked Stuart kid.  His hair was still wet and he looked damp and warm.  I
hadn't even heard the basement shower.  He shut the door and turned and
looked at the rest of us.

   "Kathryn's still sleeping.  She said she'd kill me if I woke her up
before noon.  I don't know why; I was the one who was up all night."

   "Me too," Kieran said.  He looked at Siobhan and smiled.

   "Me too," Kerry said.  He looked at me and I could tell he was waiting.

   "Me too," I said, "and I was up early this morning." Arial reached over
and hit me.

   "What?  What'd I do?" I said.

   She stuck her tongue out at me.

   "Kavan, Mom thinks she might be pregnant," Kerry said.

   Kavan went over to his mother and wrapped her up in a big hug.

   "Just don't have another Kerry, OK?" he said.  "Have a little girl this
time."

   "That's what your Dad wants," she said.  "He wants a little girl with
red hair and lots of freckles."

   "You're the one who wants the baby, Honey," Kieran said.  "I'll be happy
whatever it is.  If you're crazy enough to have it, I just think it would
be nice if we had a girl that looked like you."

   "If you're crazy enough to give me one, I'll do my best to fill your
order," Siobhan said.

   "I've got some more news for the rest of you," Kieran said.  "I got a
phone call last night.  The realtor finally called me and said my offer's
been accepted."

   I don't suppose anybody but Siobhan knew what he was talking about.  I
certainly didn't.

   "I've bought the lot next door," he said.  "I let him talk me out a
couple of thousand more, told him it was my final offer and I wanted an
answer within ten days.  The realtor said the owner accepted my offer. 
We'll finalize everything one day next week."

   "I still don't see what you want with it, Dad," Arial said.  "You've
always said nobody could build on it.  With all those rocks and big trees
and that steep drop off, you said there was no way a house would fit on
it."

   "Would you like to know what I'm going to build?" Kieran asked.

   "Somebody's going to have to use a lot of dynamite to clear that lot for
a house," Kavan said.

   "Nope, no dynamite," Kieran said.  "I'm not building a flat sticks and
bricks house like this one.  I'm building a small footprint house that'll
use steel beams and a new insulating-concrete process.  The footprint will
be ten by forty.  It'll only have four hundred square feet on the ground
and it won't require any grading or filling.  It'll just sit on the rocks."

   "That's not a very big house, Dad," Kavan said.  "What's it for?"

   "That's just the bottom floor, Son," Kieran said.  "That floor will be
for a workshop and utilities.  The second floor will sit on that and it'll
be eight hundred square feet, basically one big room for cooking, eating,
and living.  The only thing walled off will be a small toilet.  The third
floor will be another eight hundred feet with two bedrooms and baths."

   "How do you put eight hundred square feet on top of four hundred?" Kerry
asked.

   "Easy," Kieran answered.  "The second and third floors will be
cantilevered out another five feet on each long side.  There'll even be a
couple of small decks cantilevered out from the big room on the second
floor and from the master bedroom on the top.  Most of the wall facing east
over the creek valley will be glass."

   "It will be very nice," Siobhan said.  "We'll have to cut just a few
trees for the house and a few more for the carport.  We're going to get
Kavan to landscape it with low-maintenance plants and we'll never have to
rake leaves or mow a lawn."

   "Where will you park a car?" Arial asked.

   "Right in front of the house," Kieran said.  "There'll be a carport for
two cars with a covered walkway from the carport to the house.  I've
checked out the zoning requirements and it's OK."

   "Who's going to live in it?" I asked.  "It sounds like you two are
planning on living there yourselves."

   "Not for years yet," Siobhan said.  "We're going to stay here until all
of you are out on your own.  Someday we'll move over there and take our
little girl with us."

   "Well, who's going to live there until then?" Arial asked.

   Kieran looked at her and smiled.  "Maybe you and Brad, Princess.  Maybe
Luke and Rachael and their kids.  Maybe all of you for at least a little
while.  Who knows?  It's just a house for overflow from this one."

   The timer on the stove dinged and Siobhan took out two big muffin pans.
She put the big bowl of fruit on the table.  Someone had already put some
little bowls and spoons there.

   "Who wants more coffee?" she asked.  "Kerry, you can get the milk out of
the refrigerator."

   We sat around the table eating breakfast, having fun, and reading the
newspaper.  I kept thinking about how it felt to be part of their family,
to be so relaxed about our nakedness, so comfortable with loving each
other, and so open about sex.  It was hard to believe I could have come to
feel that way since I'd met them last fall.  Kieran finally put down the
front page of the newspaper and looked around at his family.  He caught me
looking at him.

   "Kieran, are you really OK with all this, with me and Arial?" I asked.

   He looked at me with a curious expression.

   "With what?"

   "You know, like last night, me taking your kids to dinner, coming back
and sleeping with Arial, staying here most Saturday nights?"

   "Did you do something bad last night, Brad, like getting them to go
binge drinking with you?" he asked.

   "No, but they had tea with dinner and then coffee with dessert."

   "It was decaffeinated coffee," Kerry said.

   "You didn't take them somewhere so you could all hook up with some kids
with tattoos and piercings, you know, rings in their nose, studs in their
tongue?  I've heard some of the guys even put a ring in their dick and some
gals put one in their labia.

   "Yeah, Dad," Kerry said, "the one I fucked had herpes and warts.  She
was hot.  I loved her tongue stud when she sucked me off."

   "Kerry, that's gross," Arial squealed.

   "Knock it off, Kerry," I said.  "I'm trying to be serious."

   "You're talking about having sex with Arial, aren't you?" Kieran asked.
"You're what?  Still seventeen and she's almost sixteen.  Don't kids your
age have sex with each other sometimes?"

   "Romeo and Juliet did," Arial said.

   "Yeah, but their parents didn't want them to, and they didn't live
happily ever after," I said.

   Kieran leaned over toward me.

   "Look, Brad, we talk with you kids about sex and try to make sure you
act sensibly.  You don't hook up for casual sex like some kids.  You don't
do drugs or go out binge drinking.  You don't have sex with people who're
likely to give you STD's.  You're happy with Arial.  Kavan's still
reasonably happy with Kathryn.  Kerry's happy most of the time about what
he does.  What are we supposed to worry about?"

   "I don't know.  I guess it's just that you and Siobhan are so different
from most parents," I said.  "It seems like most of them don't even talk to
their kids about sex.  They pretend the kids won't do it until they're
married and then act surprised when they do.  Maybe that's why so many of
them drink and do drugs and hook up and stuff like that."

   "Dr.  Weaver, I presume," Kerry said.  "Is that your diagnosis?"

   I gave him a dirty look.  "Don't even go there, Kerry!"

   "Son, last night I made love with my wife," Kieran said.  "It was slow
and gentle and still as good as ever.  She came once with my tongue and
another time riding my dick.  I came a couple of times, both inside her,
because we're still not sure she's pregnant.  What did you and Arial do
different?"

   "Nothing," I said.  "We did pretty much the same things you did."

   "That's what Kathryn and I did too, Dad," Kavan said.  "We weren't
trying to get her pregnant though."

   "Shit, all I had to make love with last night was my right hand," Kerry
said.  "It wasn't satisfied until I did it twice."

   "Your turn will come, Squirt," Kavan said.  "I lost my cherry with
Kathryn when I was fifteen.  You're way ahead of me."

   I looked at Kieran, thinking about what he'd said.  I hadn't missed it
when he called me son.  I wondered if he'd done it deliberately or without
even noticing it.  I looked at Siobhan and she smiled and winked at me.  I
looked at Arial and she smiled and made a little kiss with her lips.  I
still wasn't sure what to think but what Kieran said made a lot of sense. I
liked being able to talk to him.  I loved being able to sleep with Arial. I
didn't want to change anything.

   "Well, I've got to hit the books for a while," Kavan said.  "I'll let
the rest of you sit and talk."

   That brought me back to another reality.  I knew I had three or four
hours of reading and a paper to outline before Monday classes.  I wanted to
stay with Arial, maybe at least through lunch or a little later.  I also
wanted to finish the other half of what we'd started in the shower.

   "Yeah, me too," I said.  I looked at Arial.  "I'd better leave a little
after lunch, OK?"

   "I wish you'd stay," she said.  "I need to read some school stuff too.
We can go in my room and study."

   "Yeah, I know what you want to study," Kerry teased.

   "Why don't you all go in the living room and study," Kieran said.  "I'll
make Kerry be good.  I think he needs to work on some of the math stuff
I've been helping him with.  I know he needs to learn to use some of the
computer programs Stuart's given him."

   "Please, Brad, stay with us," Siobhan said.  "I'll get Kieran to get us
some steaks and we can cook out tonight.  This is the first really warm
weekend we've had so far this year.  Maybe we could try the pool or at
least lay out in the sun a little."

   "You can even spend another night with me," Arial said.  I looked at
her, smiling at me, inviting me with her eyes, and then looked around at
the rest of the Stuart family.

   I stayed.  I called Dad and told him.  I studied with the others until
mid-afternoon, with a break for sandwiches.  We all lounged around the
house naked, with the windows open and a warm breeze blowing through on
occasion.  I guess I didn't even think it was unusual anymore.  It seemed
like a perfectly natural thing to do.

   Late that afternoon, we tried the pool.  Kieran had already had a pool
company get it ready for use and the water looked inviting.  All of us kids
managed to horse around in it for a while, trying to get Kieran and Siobhan
to join us.  It was really too cold.  When we got out, three guys all had
little shrunken dicks and Kathryn and Arial teased us about it.

   Kieran and Siobhan had brought a couple of old blankets when they came
down from the house and they spread them in a sunny spot near the fence. 
We all lay there in the late-afternoon sun, enjoying the warmth for a
while. With seven of us, it was crowded on two blankets.  Kerry kept trying
to cause trouble, complaining that he didn't have enough room.  We all
ended up in a wrestling match to see who got kicked off the blankets. 
Kerry kept losing but he wouldn't give up.  Maybe it was just being silly
but it helped some dicks thaw out the rest of the way.  Before we stopped
there were four hard-ons flopping around and getting pulled by three
females.

   We bathed together, all seven of us, in the basement shower, and then
went to our bedrooms.  The wind was getting a little chill in it so we
ended up in clothes - shorts and shirts - and stayed barefooted.  Kerry
came out with an undershirt on, red boxer under-shorts with the label
showing, and baggy khaki shorts barely hanging on his butt.  His sunglasses
were a cool touch.  Arial and Kathryn both had on knit shirts that looked
like they were too small.  Neither really needed a bra and their nipples
showed they weren't wearing one.

   We grilled steaks outside and then ate on the deck.  Kieran gave me and
Kavan a beer without us asking.  Kerry asked and got a taste from his
father's bottle.  We sat around talking until the light began to fade and
then went inside.

   I slept with Arial again.  I wanted to do with Arial what Kieran said he
did with Siobhan on Saturday night - make love to her slowly and gently.  I
think she was in the same mood.  We ended up doing it twice, that is, twice
for me; I didn't try to keep count of how many times she came.

   Monday morning, Arial made me help her and Siobhan get breakfast ready.
I didn't even mind when Siobhan put an apron on me when I cooked the
sausage.

   When Arial and Kerry and I finally left to go to school in my Jeep, I
wanted so much to come back home with them and stay.  We'd agreed early on
not to be with each other all the time.  We both knew we needed to be
separate most of the week so we could concentrate on our schoolwork.  I
knew in my head that made sense but it wasn't what my heart wanted.  I
wanted to be with her every night.

   Chapter Fifty-Three

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart,
17; Arial Stuart, 15; Kerry Stuart, 12 1/2

   Brad Weaver, 17; Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Nicole Whittaker, 15

   TELLING THE STORY Arial Stuart

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   (ARIAL)

   Monday morning I made Brad help us cook breakfast for the family.  He
wasn't totally lost in the kitchen but he had a lot to learn.  He didn't
even complain when Mom put an apron on him while he cooked the sausage.  He
was cute standing there in his usual khakis and knit shirt, with the red
apron in front.

   We had hardly pulled out of the driveway on our way to school, when
Kerry asked me what he should say to Nicole when he saw her.

   "I thought you called her yesterday," I said.

   "Yeah, I did.  I did what you said I should do: I thanked her for going
out to dinner with me and told her how much fun it was being with her.  I
didn't say anything about her kissing me."

   "What did she say?  You were on the phone with her for quite a while."

   "We talked about lots of stuff.  She said I didn't act like a little kid
and that I was more grown up than lots of older guys she knows.  She told
me how much she enjoyed dinner with us.  We talked about the student
musical production again and what they're trying to do."

   "Did you ask her if she'd go out with you again sometime?"

   "Yeah, I asked her sort of like you suggested, nothing specific.  She
said she would but she didn't date much because she was so busy."

   "Is that all?"

   "Naah, she said she'd like to be friends with me but I'd better not fall
in love with her."

   Brad laughed and I pinched his leg.

   "She's right, Kerry," he said.  "Just cool it.  You don't need to fall
in love until you get at least as old as Arial and me."

   Kerry ignored his comment.

   "Wednesday afternoon, after school, I'm going to that meeting at her
house, you know, with the kids who are going to do the school musical."

   "Are you sure you want to do that?" Brad asked.  "I thought you wanted
an excuse not to do it."

   "I don't know.  It sounds like fun.  Nicole told me who else is involved
and it's a good bunch.  I'd like to do something with them."

   "How will you get home from her house?" I asked.  "It's too far for you
to walk.  Have you talked to Mom?"

   "Not yet.  Nicole said that wouldn't be a problem.  Her mom's already
taking some others home in her van.  She said they do a planning session
first and than practice dance routines afterwards.  She said they're
usually through by five-thirty."

   "Well, what's the musical going to be?" Brad asked.  "If it's not based
on Terminator, what movie are they using?"

   "She wouldn't tell me," Kerry answered.  "She said they're all sworn to
secrecy and the only way I can find out is to agree to be in it."

   "Well, I think you should do it," I said.  "When you practice with me,
you're a very good dancer.  You're not like somebody else I practice with.
I can't make up my mind whether he's the tinman or the scarecrow."

   "Naah, I'm the cowardly lion," Brad said.

   <><><>

   On Wednesday after school, Kerry rode the school bus with Nicole to her
house so he could meet with the others planning the school musical.  Brad
offered to give him and Nicole a ride but Kerry said he wanted to ride the
bus.  There would be about a dozen others who were going to Nicole's house
and he wanted to get to know them.

   Brad picked me up after school as usual.  When we got home we said hello
to Mom and talked to her a little.  Kavan and Kathryn were working at the
plant nursery and would come in hungry.  I asked Mom if I could do
something to help with dinner.  She said we were going to have a cold
dinner with ham and potato salad and it was already done.

   Brad had a little time before he had to go to work for his father so I
took him in my room so we could fool around a little.  It was nice to kiss
and grope each other.  I think I could have convinced him to stay a little
longer if I'd tried.

   I decided to get my schoolwork out of the way so I wouldn't have to do
it later.  I wanted to talk to Kerry about the meeting when he got home and
I had a book I wanted to finish reading.  I had just put my school books
away when a car pulled up in our driveway, a door slammed, and I heard
Kerry and a girl yelling something when the car drove away.

   He was bubbling over about the meeting, how nice the gals and guys were,
and how much fun it was to be with them.  I tried to get him to tell me
about the musical but he said he didn't know anything yet and wouldn't know
until they decided he would have a part.  Even then, he said, he'd be sworn
to secrecy.

   I stuck my tongue out at him and then decided I'd better be nice to him
so I hugged him.  He was sweaty and stinky and so I told him he was.  He
begged Mom to let him eat before he showered and she gave him a roll and a
glass of milk and sent him to the shower.

   Thursday night at dinner, Kerry asked permission to go to Nicole's after
school on Friday.  He said some of the kids were going to practice dance
routines and they wanted to see if he could do them too.  He said Nicole's
mom would drive a bunch of them home again.  Dad gave Kerry permission and
then gave Mom a look like he was asking what was going on.  She just shook
her head and shrugged like she didn't know.  I didn't know either but I
wanted to find out.

   After school on Friday, Kavan and Kathryn were working again so Mom and
I were the only ones home.  About five, I heard the same van pull up in
front of the house, some girls yelling, and then Kerry yelling back as he
slammed in the front door.

   When he came in the kitchen with me and Mom, he had a big grin on his
face and he was starved as usual.  He was dripping wet with sweat again and
even stinkier this time.  He also had a little lipstick smear at the corner
of his mouth, faint lip prints on the cheek on the other side, and the
colors weren't the same.  Mom didn't say anything but I know she saw the
lipstick.  She just gave him a couple of cookies and a glass of milk and
told him to the hit the shower again.  I think he ate the cookies in two
bites and drank the milk in two swallows.  Then he went down the hall to
his room, singing some silly song that I'd never heard.  "Why is everybody
always picking on me?" He was funny when he tried to sing in a low voice.

   Kavan and Kathryn came in about five-thirty and Mom decided they needed
to shower before dinner too.  Dad was only a few minutes behind them and I
guess he didn't smell bad when he hugged Mom because she just sent him to
change.  Dad came back in shorts and knit shirt, bare-footed like the rest
of us.  Mom stuck her head in the door to the basement and yelled for Kavan
and Kathryn to come to dinner.  I guess that's when I realized Kerry hadn't
come back yet so I told Mom I'd go call him.

   The bathroom door was open and nobody was in it.  The one to his room
was closed but I didn't hear anything.  I pushed his door open quietly and
peeked in.  Kerry was lying on his bed asleep.  His shoes and socks and
sweaty clothes were scattered on the floor.  I could tell he hadn't
showered.

   He was lying on one side, almost on his stomach, with one long leg
straight and the other bent.  One arm was twisted behind him and the other
was bent around in front with his hand over his eyes.  His long hair was
all messy and tangled.  The sun was shining in on him and the hair on his
arm was shining like gold.  I watched the slow rise and fall of his chest.
I could have counted his ribs.

   He had on just his briefs, pulled up on one side and stuck in his crack
with a smooth butt cheek showing.  Between his legs I could see something
that I still wasn't used to.  After seeing him for so many years with just
little marbles down there, it was still strange to see a bulge that looked
like two eggs in his briefs.  He was so innocently beautiful and so male
sexy my heart ached just to look at him.

   I felt a touch on my arm and turned around.  It was Mom.  I put one
finger in front of my lips and moved aside so she could see what I was
looking at.  She put her arm around my shoulder and we both stood there and
looked at him for a minute or so.  Then she kissed me on the cheek and told
me to get a couple of wet cloths.

   When I came back, Mom was in the bedroom leaning over Kerry and I
watched her looking at him.  She gently brushed his hair off his face and
then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  He jerked, rolled over on
his back, and looked up at her.  He stretched his long arms and legs, took
a deep breath, and then gave Mom his best grin.  I got the same sleepy grin
when he looked at the door and saw me.

   Mom and I pulled him up to a sitting position and then wiped him off
down to his waist with the wet cloths.  He sat there through all of it, his
eyes closed, that same silly grin on his face.  Mom made him stand up and
she pulled his briefs down.  He didn't say a word.  He just kicked them off
and stretched again, long arms out to the side and tight muscles in his
back and butt and legs.  Then he stood there with eyes still closed and a
big grin still on his face.  His balls were hanging down low and his dick
looked all warm and relaxed against them.  I waited to see what Mom would
do.  When she started wiping him off in front, I did his butt and the back
of his legs.  Our hands sort of met between his legs.  I watched when Mom
skinned his dick back and wiped the head clean.  I wanted to do it but I
didn't say anything.  When we finished, he finally opened his eyes and
looked around.

   "Is dinner ready?" he asked, standing there naked with his dick swollen
enough so it looked like it was almost ready to stand up.

   After dinner, I showered well before bedtime so I could wash my hair and
let it dry.  I was in my bed reading when I heard Kerry in the shower.  I
read for a while longer, halfway expecting him to come in my room to talk
to me.  Finally I went to his door, tapped, and heard him say, "Come in,
Arial."

   He was sitting, if you can call it that, in front of his computer,
slumped down in the chair with his feet propped up on the desk.  He'd made
something that attached to the arm of his chair so he could use his
wireless mouse on it and he had his right hand on the mouse.  He was
killing aliens again.

   He had his left hand in his lap with his fingers curled around his
balls. His dick, swollen but soft, was lying off to the side on his thigh.
He also had on the new nightgown I'd bought him and it was pulled up to his
waist.  He did something and the screen froze.

   "Like it?" I asked.

   He quickly glanced down at his dick.  "Yeah, it's nice."

   "Silly, I meant the nightgown, not your dick.  Stand up."

   He stood up.  "I knew what you meant.  I was talking about the
nightgown. But I do like my dick.  I'm glad I've got another Stuart one."

   I'd bought me and him and Brad flannel nightgowns the last time Mom and
Kathryn and I had gone shopping.  Even in cold weather, Brad ended up
sleeping naked most of the time when he slept with me.  Since he was so
tall, his arms and shoulders were uncovered and cold too often.  I thought
he and Kerry both might like something that kept their arms and shoulders
covered and let them be naked below when it was pulled up.

   I'd got Brad an extra-large and it fit him just right in the shoulders.
I'd got Kerry a large size and it was a little too big in the shoulders but
I wanted it to be loose and comfortable.  On both of them, the nightgown
came down to mid-thigh when they were standing.  Brad said his was just
long enough to cover his dick when it was hanging down but he was just
bragging.  Kerry's covered his dick all right but it was making a nice
bulge in front.

   "It looks like it fits OK.  What were you doing?" I asked.

   "You mean playing with my dick or playing with the computer?" he
answered.

   "On the computer, Squirt.  You know what I meant."

   "Relaxing before I go to bed.  I made it up two more levels tonight. 
The damn aliens get smarter as I go up.  They almost got me.  Do you want
to try again?"

   He got up and I sat down in his chair.  He switched to the game with my
name on it and the aliens got me again within a couple of minutes.

   I swiveled around in the chair so I was facing him and put my hand up
under his nightgown.  I slid my hand up his leg and around to his behind
and his butt cheek felt as smooth as it had looked when I found him
sleeping.  Then I cupped my other hand under his balls with my fingers back
between his legs.  Everything felt so nice and warm and soft except for his
dick; it was almost hard.

   "Who was kissing you this afternoon?" I asked.

   "Nobody!  What do you mean?"

   "When you came in, you had one color lipstick on your cheek and another
at the corner of your mouth," I said.  "Did Miss Nobody do that?"

   "Oh, shit, everybody saw it at dinner?"

   "No, Mom wiped it off your cheek.  I wiped it off your mouth."

   "Thanks.  I guess one of the girls put it on my cheek.  It doesn't mean
anything.  That's just the way they are.  They kiss their friends on the
cheek, like they do in movies sometimes."

   I wrapped my hand around his dick and slid it back and forth.  He caught
his nightgown in his hands and pulled it up so he could see what I was
doing.  I pushed the skin back so the head was uncovered and then teased
the smooth head with one finger.  His dick jerked every time I touched it.
Maybe all guys really are the same: just one little finger can make them a
jerk.

   "Well, how about the one on your mouth?" I asked.

   "I don't know.  I guess I got that from Nicole.  She kissed me on the
mouth after we did a dance routine together.  She kissed me again before I
left.  It's just being nice.  It doesn't mean anything."

   I leaned over, held his dick down, and kissed it right on its shiny
head. "It doesn't mean anything," I mimicked.

   "It doesn't, Arial.  Some of the girls hug me when we do a dance
routine. Guys hug me too.  I know they're not gay.  It's just the way they
are."

   "Well, what were you doing that made them hug you and kiss you?  Mabe I
can do it with Brad."

   "It was just a dance routine that Nicole and Bob Hanson showed me.  They
did it together and I watched.  Then Nicole asked me to do the same routine
with her, doing Bob's part.  At the end of the routine, the guy and the
girl sort of hug up together and he picks her up and swings her around in a
circle.  I just did the same stuff Bob did and, when I swung Nicole around
and stopped, she kissed me on the lips.  She said she couldn't believe I
could do exactly the same things Bob did after just seeing it once."

   He leaned back against his desk, spread his legs, and his nightgown fell
down over his hard-on.  I scooted the chair up a little closer and reached
under his shirt again so I could play with him some more.  He let his hands
rest on the edge of his desk and watched what I was doing.

   "You've always been a fast learner, Kerry.  I've been telling you that
when you're dancing you just relax and enjoy it and let your body do what
feels right."

   "I guess that's the way it is.  It's not like I'm learning something. 
When I do it, I'm having so much fun I don't even think about it.  It's
like time stands still and I don't even know there's anybody else around
but me and Nicole.  I even did the routine with Bob, doing Nicole's part,
and it was sort of the same way, just the dancing moving me without me
thinking."

   I let my hand wander all over under his shirt - up and down both legs,
around a little on his stomach, touching back behind his balls, up and down
a little on his dick, pulling the soft hair down there.

   "Why did you do it with him?"

   "They wanted to see if I could do it.  After I did it with Nicole, she
asked me if I could do it dancing her part with Bob.  I just shut my eyes
and kind of remembered what she'd done when she danced with him.  Then I
just did it.  I even let him swing me around in a couple of circles.  When
we finished, he hugged me.  I'm glad he didn't kiss me though."

   "How did that go over with everybody?"

   "I guess they liked it.  When we finished, everybody was just standing
around watching us.  They even clapped when we finished."

   "Do you like Nicole?"

   "Yeah, she's really something.  She just treats me like a regular guy,
not like a little kid.  I wish you'd help me think of something so I can
ask her for another date."

   He pulled his nightgown up again and held it and we could both watch
what I was doing.

   "What would you do if you were alone with her in her bedroom?  She might
want you to mess up the sheets with her.  Will you be ready for that?"

   "Shit, Arial, it's not like I'm not trying to get in her panties.  I'm
just having fun with her."

   "Well, you should be ready for anything, shouldn't you?"

   "What do you mean, like, will I have a condom to use?"

   I started sliding my hand back and forth on his dick, as slowly and
gently as I could.  It felt so hard underneath the skin.  I liked watching
the skin sliding over the head and then sliding back to uncover it again.

   "I don't know, Kerry.  What you and Nicole do is your business but
you've got to be responsible.  You know Dad's always preached that."

   "Well, do you want to buy me some rubbers too?"

   "I will if you want me to.  Who else has offered to get you some?"

   "Well, Dad was first, Kavan was second, and Brad was third.  If they all
deliver, I think I'll have enough to last me a few weeks."

   I looked down at his dick and slid my hand back and forth a couple of
times.

   "Your dick's big enough now, isn't it?  I mean, like if you use a
regular-sized condom, it will fit OK, won't it?"

   "Yeah, Dad says it is.  He wants me to practice jacking off with one on
so I'll know how it feels."

   I looked at his dick.  It certainly looked big enough.  I looked closer.
The underside of his foreskin and the head of his dick looked red and
irritated.

   "Did you jack off when you showered?" I asked.

   "Huh?"

   "You heard me.  Did you jack off in the shower?"

   "Yeah!  How did you know?"

   "Did you use soap when you did it?"

   "Yeah, you told me not to use baby oil in the shower."

   "Well, the skin on your dick looks red and irritated.  Don't ever use
soap to jack off, Squirt.  Baby oil's always good to use.  I just asked you
not to use it in the shower because it gets on the bottom of the tub and
it's slippery."

   I leaned over and took the head of his dick in my mouth and sucked
gently on it and teased it with my tongue.  I didn't know whether he wanted
me to play with him but he was hard enough.  I wanted to play with him even
if he couldn't do anything for me.  I stood up and gave him a quick kiss on
the cheek.

   "Lie down on the bed," I said.  "I'll be back in a minute."

   I went first in my bedr0om to get the salve I use when I have a little
irritation.  It was something Mom had recommended and I liked it because it
was a crème and wasn't greasy and it usually relieved any soreness or
irritation after a night with Brad.  I pulled my nightgown off and threw it
on the bed.  After that, I went in the bathroom and got a wet washcloth, a
towel, and the baby oil.  I guess I'd already made up my mind what I wanted
to do.

   He was waiting for me, stretched out on his bed, with his hand about
like it had been when I walked into his room.  His fingers were cupped
around his balls, but now his dick was standing straight up and his
foreskin was pulled down.  I sat down on the side of his bed and looked at
his dick.  It really was red and irritated looking on the end.

   "You've got your period, haven't you?" he asked.

   "Yes, how did you know?"

   "You've still got your panties on.  I can tell you've got a pad in
there. That means you're almost finished, doesn't it?"

   I squeezed out a little bit of the salve on my finger and rubbed it on
the head of his dick.  Then I used my fingers to smear it all over the head
and down the shaft where it was red looking.  His dick twitched a couple of
times while I was doing it.  I didn't know whether it was because it felt
good or because it hurt him.

   "Uh huh, I just use a tampon when it's heaviest, like Wednesday and
yesterday.  I use napkins when it's tapering off.  Did I hurt you?"

   "Nah, it feels good.  Are you going to be ready for Brad when he comes
over tomorrow?"

   "I should be.  It's almost stopped already."

   "Did Mom get her period?"

   I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his dick and slid it up and down
as slowly and gently as I could.

   "No.  I've been asking her everyday.  That's the first thing Dad asks
about when he comes in.  Does that make it feel better?"

   "Uh huh.  I guess that means she's pregnant, doesn't it?"

   "Maybe.  It's a little too soon to know.  When you're not on the pill,
your periods are not as regular.  She could just be late.  It happens."

   "I hope she is.  I don't understand why she wants another baby but, if
it'll make her happy, I hope she's pregnant."

   "Me too.  I'd like to have a little brother or sister to help raise."

   "Yeah, that would be nice," he said.  "We could both love it, I guess. I
know Mom and Dad will."

   "Would you like me to do you again?"

   "Yeah, that'd be nice too."

   He put his hands together behind his head and waited.  I swapped hands
and slid my left hand up so his foreskin covered his dick and there was a
little wrinkled circle of skin at the tip.  I thumbed up the cap on the
baby oil, squirted just a small amount right on the little wrinkled circle,
and then smeared it all over.

   "The way they've been looking at each other and smiling, you'd think
they were newlyweds who'd never had a baby before," I said.  "I don't
understand it but Mom says it's what her heart wants."

   Kerry and I both watched my hand slowly sliding up and down on his dick.
I liked feeling it when it was so hard and stiff and the oil made
everything so smooth.

   "You're ambidextrous, aren't you?" he said.  "I hope Brad appreciates
that tomorrow night."

   "What do you mean?"

   "You can jack him off with either hand.  If one gets tired, you can just
swap."

   "Silly, I don't think I'll have to use my hand."

   "When Luke and Rachael move back, you can baby-sit with little Kieran
Lee and James Connor both.  Shitty diapers.  Puking all over everything. 
Crying all night.  You'll probably never want to have any kids with Brad."

   "Don't say that, Kerry.  I don't mind changing Kieran Lee, even when
he's shitty.  Last time we kept him and little Paul, you liked holding him
after we bathed him, didn't you?"

   "Yeah, he's kind of nice.  I just don't want one like him for a long
time."

   "Well, you just be careful then.  I'd like to have a baby with Brad,
just not anytime soon."

   "I wish I could be your baby," he said.  "I'd bury my face in your
breasts and suck on your nipples until I got a stomach full of warm milk
and then I'd go to sleep."

   "Would you like to try it?" I asked.

   I lay down on the bed beside him and turned toward him.  He didn't
answer.  He just moved down on the bed, turned toward me, put his hand on
my hip, and found my left nipple with his mouth.  I put my hand behind his
head and held him and let him suck.  I started humming the go-to-sleep
lullaby and he shut his eyes.  I liked him being my baby; I always had.

   "Are you asleep yet, little baby," I asked.

   He nodded just a tiny bit, never turning loose of my nipple.

   "I think that one's dry, little baby.  Would you like me to do something
with your little peewee?"

   He took his mouth off, nodded again, and rolled onto his back with his
hands under his head again.  His little peewee was sticking up at an angle
over his stomach.  I could see something new there - a faint trail of hair
from his naval down to his dick.

   I crawled over him and lay down on the other side so I could use my
right hand.  There was still enough oil on his dick so I wasn't worried
about irritating it anymore.  I just did it slowly and watched how he
reacted.  When I saw his balls draw up and his stomach muscles get tense, I
tightened my grip and moved my hand a little faster.  He started grunting
and then shot out a few spurts on his chest and stomach.  I relaxed my grip
and moved my hand slower and slower.  Finally I just held it a minute or so
until I felt it begin to soften.  I milked it down and squeezed out another
white drop on his stomach.

   "Thanks, Arial.  I like being your baby," he whispered, eyes still
closed.

   "You just lie still now, little baby, and let me clean you up," I
whispered.

   I cleaned up the little white strings and puddles of semen with the
towel first and then gently wiped his dick off with the washcloth.  I
applied another little bit of the salve to the head and foreskin, pulled
the skin back over the head, and coated his dick and balls with just a
touch of baby oil.  Finally I leaned over, kissed his tummy and his dick,
and pulled his nightgown back down.  When I straightened up, he was looking
at me.

   "There, little boy, you can go to sleep now."

   "Thanks, Arial.  I love you too."

   "Even when we're silly like this?"

   "Yeah, especially then.  Goodnight."

   He turned on his side and closed his eyes.  I looked at him for a moment
longer, thinking about the way I loved him.  Finally, I turned out the
light and went back in my room.  I went to bed and dreamed a good dream
about having a baby.

   <><><>

   On Wednesday of the first week in May, Brad asked me again to go to Cold
Creek Canyon with him.  He said the weather prediction for the weekend was
for warm sunny days.  A family birthday party for me was planned for the
following weekend and after that there would be school activities every
weekend until school was out for summer.  He said it might be our last
chance if I wanted to see something special.  He wouldn't tell me what it
was but he said it would be worth the trip.

   I asked Mom if I could go and she said I could.  I gave her Brad's cell-
phone number and the number for the ranger station at the park.  I told her
we had to check in there and they would know exactly where we were.  I told
her we wanted to leave early Saturday morning and I wanted to fix a good
breakfast for Brad.

   She said she'd be up early too and we'd make a big breakfast for
everybody.  I knew Kavan and Kathryn would be working all day and Mom
usually tried to send them off well fed.  She said she wanted to get as
many as possible of the plants Kavan and Kathryn had brought home into the
ground in the lot next to ours.  She said Dad was going to help and Kerry
would too even if he didn't know it yet.

   Brad and I were on our way a little after eight o'clock.  He said it was
about a forty-minute drive to the park and then we had to check in with the
rangers.  After that, we'd drive a little more, then walk a mile or so,
then cross the creek, and we'd be at the dragon's nest about mid-morning.

   The park rangers all knew Brad and they were very nice to us.  The one
who checked us in told us that the place we wanted to see wasn't on park
maps because it was so fragile.  He reminded Brad that we should leave
nothing but our tracks and take out only what we brought in.  He asked Brad
why he wanted to see that area and Brad said he wanted to show me the
dragon's blood and the dragon's eggs.  I didn't know what they were talking
about but the ranger did.

   He asked Brad which route he was going to use and Brad told him he was
going to the end of the park service area, then walk down the hill to the
creek, and wade across it.  He asked Brad if he'd done that before because
the creek was up a little and might be deep there.  Brad told him he'd
expected that and we would be OK wading it.  I wasn't so sure when I heard
him say it might be deep.

   Brad gave the ranger his cell-phone number and asked him to call if
anybody else was going to the same place.  We were about to leave when the
ranger asked us if we'd like to be honorary park rangers for the day.  I
didn't know what that meant and he explained that we would be expected to
report any damage or vandalism to the area.  He even gave us a couple of
little badges that said "Park Ranger for the Day" on them.

   We drove a few miles further and then parked and walked down a steep
hill to the creek.  The hillside was almost impenetrable with bushes but
Brad finally found a path to follow.  The big trees were so thick it was
almost like twilight under them.  By the time we got down the hill, I was
glad Brad had told me to wear jeans and a sweatshirt with my hiking boots.
When we got to the creek, we finally broke out in an open area.  I couldn't
see anything but a rock wall, almost a cliff, on the other side.  The creek
curved around, hugging the cliff on the other side, and there didn't seem
to be any place to go when we crossed.  I guess Brad could see I was
puzzled.  He struggled out of his backpack and stood looking at me.

   "Trust me," he said.  "We're close to it.  You just can't see it yet. 
We've got to get across the creek first."

   I looked at the creek.  It was moving slowly but it looked deep like the
ranger had said.  It also looked cold.

   "OK, Mr.  Honorary Ranger," I said, "how do we do that?"

   "I'm going to wade across," he said.  "You can wade with me or I'll
carry you."

   "We'll get our clothes wet," I said.  "Is that why you asked me to bring
some shorts and a shirt?"

   "We won't get our clothes wet," Brad said.  "They'll be in a plastic
bag. The only thing that gets wet is us.  We'll wade naked."

   I looked at the creek.  I couldn't tell how deep it was.  I knew he
wouldn't expect me to do anything dangerous but I wasn't ready to wade
across.

   "Brad, are you sure?" I asked.  "I don't see any place to go when we get
across."

   "I'm sure," he said.  "I know exactly where we're going.  Trust me.  Go
stick your hand in the creek."

   I walked out on a rock and found a place to put my hand in the water. 
It was like ice.  I turned and looked at Brad and he was grinning like a
jackass.

   "Do you want to wade with me?  Or would you rather I carry you?"

   "It's freezing, Brad.  It's a lot colder than the creek behind our
house."

   "Why do you think they call it Cold Creek?  A few miles upstream, it
comes out of the rocks looking just like this.  It's coming from under a
plateau that's close to the mountains.  It never gets warm, not even in the
summer."

   "Well, what do you want me to do?" I asked.

   "Let me carry you."

   "OK, then I don't have to take my clothes off, do I?"

   "What if I drop you and you get your clothes wet?  What'll you do then?
You'll freeze your butt off."

   I liked that idea of him carrying me, especially if we were both naked,
so I did what he told me.  We both stripped down to our birthday suits.  He
pulled a couple of black plastic bags out of his backpack and put my
clothes and shoes in one and his in another.  He tied a piece of string
around the top of one bag, tied the same string to the other bag, and hung
them around his neck.  I thought he looked silly standing there naked with
two black plastic bags hanging down on his chest but he seemed satisfied
with it.  He put them back down and looked at me.

   "OK, are you ready?"

   I nodded.  I didn't know what I was ready for but I trusted him.  He
picked me up in his arms, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he started
wading slowly out in the creek.

   "I may get your butt wet but I'll try to hold you out of the water," he
said.

   I held on tight while he waded further.  The water came up and up as he
got further out and I held my breath waiting to see what would happen.  I
knew it had to be up to his waist when I could have reached down and put my
hand in the water.  He kept wading, slowly, and I could tell he was trying
to find where to put his feet.

   "Hold on," he said.  "I'm going to lift you.  This is the deepest part."

   I held tight while he lifted me even higher.  I felt his hard muscles
holding me.  He bent over and kissed the side of my breast and then winked
at me.  I liked being carried by him.

   He took a few more steps, feeling with his feet, and then the water
began to get shallower.  After a few more steps, he strained and stepped up
on something.  I looked down and could see a flat rock about four feet
below me.  Brad lowered me gently until my feet were in the icy water and
we both waded up closer to the cliff wall.  Finally he held my hand while I
stepped out of the water onto another rock shelf.  He climbed up beside me
and pulled me up against him.  I put my arms around him with my hands on
his buns.

   "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked.

   It hadn't been bad for me but I knew it had been for him.  His body
below his waist felt like ice.  I could feel a hard little protrusion
against my stomach.  I was glad he'd carried me.  I pulled his head down
and held him while I kissed him.

   "Thank you, Brad," I said.

   He pushed me away and turned back to the creek.

   "Wait here and I'll go get my backpack and our clothes," he said.

   I still didn't know where we were going so of course I waited.  He was
slow and careful going back and I got to watch his tight little butt
disappear under water.  When he got to the other side, he put on his
backpack again and then slung the plastic bags around his neck.  I watched
this time as his frozen little dick and balls disappeared under the water.
He was back with me in a couple of minutes.

   "OK, it's easy from here on," he said.

   He took my hand and we walked carefully upstream along the rock shelf,
just a foot or so from the creek beside us.  We'd gone just a short
distance when I saw a crack in the wall ahead of us.  As we got closer, I
could see there was an opening to one side leading upward.  We had an easy
climb up through the opening and finally reached level ground again.  I
could see an open area a short distance away that looked like a huge
almost-flat rock with only a little vegetation growing in places on it.  I
could see bright sunlight on the rock and what looked like little patches
of red scattered around on it.

   "Is this it?" I asked.

   "Yes," he said, "this is the dragon's nest.  You'll see why in just a
minute."

   He led me out of the trees and onto the flat rock.  It was huge.  The
rock l0oked like one formation except for occasional cracks in it, all
leading toward the creek.  In some of the cracks, there were bushes or
little trees growing.  All over the rock, in depressions, there were spots
of something that was bright red.  There must have been hundreds of them.

   Brad dropped our clothes and then the backpack and held my hand while we
stood and looked around.  The landscape was like nothing I'd ever seen.  It
was beautiful in a strange sort of way.  I hugged up against his side and
he put his arm around my shoulders and we stood there naked for a few
minutes, just looking at everything.

   "Do you want to put your clothes back on?" he asked.  "I think you'll be
warm enough in your shorts and shirt.  You'll need your boots to walk on
the rocks."

   "Do we have to?" I asked.

   "No, I guess not.  If you're comfortable like this, I'll be OK when I
get warm again."

   I looked down at his dick.  It was drawn up so small it looked like it
belonged on an old statue.  His balls were pulled up close to his body in
one neat little package.  He saw where I was looking.

   "You're cute," I said.

   "Thanks," he said.  "If you tease me about it, you can get back across
by yourself."

   "Would it really be OK if we just stayed like this?" I asked.  "Do you
think we'll be the only ones here?"

   "Yeah, I think so.  It's not on any of the park maps and it's too hard
to get to if you don't know the shortcut.  The only other way to it is a
hard walk over rough terrain for a couple of miles.  We just found the
shortcut by accident when we were wading up the creek.  The water was a lot
lower that day."

   We put our socks and boots back on and Brad put his backpack and the
bags with our clothes on a little rise where we could watch them.  He took
out his cell-phone and put it on top of everything else.  He held my hand
and led me to one of the little red pools.

   "This is the dragon's blood," he said.  "When the dragon was wounded, he
hurt so bad he swung his long neck around and threw drops of blood all over
the rock.  Every spring you can see them for a month or so."

   I looked close at the little depression and saw that the red stuff was a
mat of the tiniest flowers I'd ever seen - just a roughly-circular area of
blood-red little flowers.

   "It's beautiful," I said.  "What is it?"

   "I don't know," he said.  "I don't think anybody's ever decided what it
is.  It's something like the lichens around here.  You'll see every-color
lichen under the sun on the rocks.  This stuff just grows in all the
depressions, never out on the rocks.  The depression has a little soil in
it and the stuff grows in that.  It blooms in the spring and turns dark in
the summer.  In the winter it looks like sand."

   We walked around on the rock for a while looking at the pools of
dragon's blood and the other lichens on the rocks.  There were so many
different kinds and colors and they were all beautiful when you looked
closely at them.  At one place I heard water running and gurgling.

   "Where's the water?" I asked.

   Brad pointed.  "It's running down that long crack in the rock over
there. It comes out of the ground over there" - he pointed again - "and
runs down the crack to the creek.  The rock goes back under the ground in
all directions from here and it probably keeps rainwater from seeping
further down.  That makes the water run out on the rock in lots of
different places around the edges."

   We walked over to the place where the water was running.  It was just a
big crack in the rock, big enough to fall into it and the water was about
five or six feet down.  It was so dark in the crack I could hardly see
anything.

   Beside the crack I saw another depression that had water in it.  I
looked and saw that the depression was actually a circular hole a few feet
across going down in the rock.

   "What's this?" I asked.

   "That's where the dragon's eggs are," he said.  "Would you like to see
one?"

   I said I would.  He went over to his backpack, untied something that was
rolled up at the bottom of the backpack, and carried it back.  When he
unrolled it, I saw it was an old blanket with U.  S.  Army stenciled on it.

   "These old wool blankets wear like iron," he said.  "I'll bet this one
is fifty years old and there's no telling what it's been used for.  It
smells pretty bad when it gets wet."

   He folded the blanket in half and put it down with one end close to the
hole.  He lay down on his stomach on the blanket and stuck his arm down in
the water.  It was clear but as soon as he put his arm in it became muddy.
He lay there with his arm in the water for a minute or so, looking up at me
and grinning.  Finally he got up and held out his hand to me.  There was a
perfectly-round rock about the size of a tennis ball in it.

   "Dragon's egg!" he said.

   "Brad, it's a rock."

   "Yeah, but how many times have you seen one as round as this?  This is a
genuine dragon's egg."

   "OK, if you say so."

   "Here, let me show you," he said.  He laid down and put his arm down the
hole again.  He started bringing out rocks of various sizes but all of them
almost round.  They ranged from baseball size down to marble size.  And
they were all rocks.  He put them around the edge of the hole and I guess
they could have been dragon's eggs.

   "How do they get in the holes?" I asked.

   "When the rain is heavy, the crack can't carry off all of the water.  It
runs over this area of the rock and over all these holes.  The park rangers
say the water probably swept some rocks into a depression and they got
trapped and were swirled round and round.  That eventually deepened the
depression into a hole and smoothed the rocks into round balls; neat, huh?"


   He used his foot to push the eggs, one by one, back in the nest.  Then
he led me around and showed me that the only place the holes were found was
near the crack.  After he showed me, I could see how the rock surface had
been smoothed and there was no debris in the area near the crack.  He said
they'd traced down the crack and found all sorts of rocks and other stuff
that the water had swept down to the creek when it overflowed the crack. 
We walked back to where we'd left our clothes and he pulled his watch out
of his backpack.

   "It's a few minutes after twelve," he said.  "Are you hungry?"

   "Yes, but I think I'd better get out of the sun for a while.  I don't
want to get blistered."

   "OK, you get the blanket and I'll carry the rest of the stuff.  We'll
find us a shady place somewhere around the edge of the rock."

   It took a few minutes but we did find a shady area under some huge old
trees at the edge of the rock.  The sun and warmth had felt good for a
couple of hours but I was ready to relax in the shade for a while.  Brad
spread the blanket for us, then sat down, and I sat down with him.  He took
off his shoes and socks so I followed his example.  It was nice to be there
with him, sprawled out on the blanket in the shade with the breeze blowing
through the trees.

   "Would you do one more thing with me before we eat?" he asked.

   "You know I will, Silly," I answered.

   "Not that.  I want us to sit up, side by side, like those Buddhist guys
do when they meditate.  I want you to close your eyes and listen."

   "To what?"

   "I don't know.  Just whatever."

   He sat up and tried to fold his long legs up.  I folded mine up and then
put them in the lotus position.  He looked at me and tried to do it too and
then gave up.  He shut his eyes, still grinning, and I shut my eyes too. 
We sat there for a few minutes before he said anything.

   "What do you hear?"

   "Lots of stuff."

   "Tell me."

   "I hear birds, all kinds of birds.  I hear water running.  I hear the
wind moving through the trees."

   "Do you hear the squirrel?"

   "No, where?"

   "In the tree above us."

   I listened for a minute or so and then heard a funny noise.

   "There, that's him.  He's fussing at us.  We're under his tree.  He
wants us to leave."

   "He told you that?"

   "Sure.  What kinds of birds do you hear?"

   "I don't know, Brad.  Just birds."

   "I heard crows in two different directions, a blue jay, a cardinal, and,
I think, a mocking bird.  They imitate other birds so I'm not sure. 
There's one bird to our left that's looking at you."

   "How do you know that?"

   "Because he's saying `pretty, pretty, pretty.' He sees you."

   I listened carefully for a minute and I did hear one bird repeating it's
call, three or four times, then resting, and then repeating it again.

   "Silly, that's not what he's saying."

   "It is too!"

   "It's not.  He's a Southern bird.  He's saying "purty, purty, purty."

   "Well, anyway, I think he's looking at you when he says it," he said. 
"Let's eat and then I'll tell you why I wanted you to come with me, OK?"

   Brad had told me not to worry about what we'd eat and drink during the
day.  He said he'd bring the same thing he did when he hiked and I could
try something different.  It wasn't really that different; it was just
plain and simple.  We had bread with cheese, nuts, dried fruit, and, for
dessert, two navel oranges.  He brought a gallon of water in one of the
plastic bags he used when he hiked and he held the bag for me to drink out
of it.  He showed me how he could push his thumb in the stem-end of the
orange and then peel it with his thumb and fingers in just a minute or so.
I got orange juice on my breasts and he said he'd clean it off for me.

   When we were finished, he opened the plastic bags with our clothes and
pulled them out.  He picked up my boots and stuffed them in my jeans, one
down each leg.  He put them at the edge of the blanket and then put my
other clothes on top.

   "What are you doing?" I asked.

   "I'm making you a pillow.  You can lie down on the blanket and put your
head on this.  I'm sorry I didn't bring you a real one."

   I watched as he did the same thing with his boots and jeans and put his
pillow beside mine.

   "Are we going to take a nap?"

   "We can if you want to.  I'd like to talk a little bit first, OK?"

   "Of course, what did you want to talk about?"

   "Us."

   "Us?  Just us?  That's all?"

   "Yes, Arial.  Be serious.  This is important.  You need to listen to me
and then think about what I say."

   "OK.  I can be serious."

   I lay down on the blanket with my head on the pillow.  Brad leaned,
propped on one arm, looking at me.  He had his usual silly grin on his
face. I couldn't help but smile at him.  I put my hands together on my
tummy and shut my eyes.  Let him look!

   F0r a minute or so, nothing happened.  Then he put his hand on top of
mine and just barely brushed his lips against mine.  I opened my eyes and
looked into his, just inches away.

   "Arial, I do love you," he whispered.  "You're so beautiful.  I can't
believe how lucky I am."

   "I feel the same way, Brad.  I hope we can always be together."

   He pulled back so that his face was just above mine.  His eyes were
locked on mine.

   "There's something I've got to ask you, Arial.  I don't want to but I've
got to."

   "What?"

   "Luke was your first, wasn't he?"

   I looked in his eyes, thinking about what to say.  I couldn't think of
anything I'd said or done which would have led him to guess.  I couldn't
believe anybody else would have told him.  I knew I had to be honest, no
matter what.

   "Yes," I nodded.

   He kissed me very lightly just on the tip of my nose.

   "Are your parents still going down to bring Rachael and the babies back?
I think you said they would sometime soon."

   "Yes, in just a couple of weeks.  Luke will come with their car when the
movers leave.  They're moving in with the Andersen's for a while."

   "How's everything going to be when they move back here, I mean between
us?"

   "The same as they've been since last December, Brad.  No different
except maybe better."

   "Do you love him?" he asked.

   I had to think for a few seconds about that.  "Yes, Brad.  I love him.
I'm not ashamed of that.  I'll always love him.  But I don't love him like
I love you.  I thought I did but I don't.  I can live the rest of my life
without him without crying.  I don't want to live the rest of my life
without you."

   "Do your parents know?"

   "Yes, they know.  It happened last August when we all went to the cabin
with the Andersens."

   "Will you tell me about it, just enough so I'll know how to handle it
when we're around him and Rachael?  Not now, just sometime soon?"

   "Yes.  But please don't worry about it.  I've told you how he came to
live with us and how he's almost like an older brother to me.  Please don't
hate him."

   "Don't even think like that, Arial.  It happened before you ever knew
me. Just like something happened to me with Holly before you ever knew me.
You don't hate her, do you?"

   "No, I'm not jealous.  I don't hate her."

   "You were still a virgin to me, Arial.  I hope I was that way to you.  I
sure as hell didn't know much about making love with a woman.  I had no
idea I could feel this way about someone."

   There was something under the blanket that was sticking in my back.  I
sat up, stretched, and then pulled by legs up in the lotus position again.
Brad didn't even try it.  He moved to the other end of the blanket and sat
up too, legs bent, leaning forward with his arms on his knees.  I couldn't
help but smile.  He didn't look like an old statue anymore.  His balls were
hanging down between his legs so low they were resting on the blanket.  His
dick looked soft and full and it was hanging almost down to the blanket
too. He saw where I was looking and looked down between his legs.

   "You're still cute," I said.

   "Show me yours," he whispered.

   I leaned back, spread my legs like his, and tilted my pelvis so he could
see my pussy.  He looked at it and finally up at my face.

   "You're still beautiful," he said.

   "You are too, Brad.  You might not think you are but you're beautiful to
me.  Everything about you"

   His eyes locked on mine again and I wondered what he was thinking.

   "There's something I've got to tell you, Arial.  I don't want to but
I've got to.  You've been honest with me and I've got to tell you about
it."

   "What?"

   "I'm afraid to tell you.  I don't want you to stop loving me."

   "Silly, what could you have done that's so bad you can't tell me?  It
can't make me stop loving you."

   "A couple of years ago, when I was fifteen, I had... I don't know what
you'd call it, I had... another guy and I had sex with each other for a
while."

   Chapter Fifty-Four

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Arial Stuart,
15; Brad Weaver, 17

   TELLING THE STORY Arial Stuart

   <><><>

   (ARIAL)

   "A couple of years ago, when I was fifteen," Brad said, "I had... I
don't know what you'd call it... I had... another guy and I had sex with
each other for a while."

   I could tell how much it hurt him to tell me.  His brows were wrinkled
up and his face was taut and I knew what I said was important.

   "I love you, Brad," I said.

   He looked at me without saying anything for a while.  Finally he took a
deep breath, let it out, and seemed to relax a little.

   "Thanks.  I needed to hear you say that."

   "Do you want to tell me about it?"

   "Yeah.  He's a senior at school now, a year older than me.  We're still
friends but we don't see each other much anymore."

   "Do I know him?"

   "I don't think so.  I'm not going to tell you who he is."

   "That's OK.  Tell me about it.  What happened?  What did you do?"

   "I've known him most of my life.  We've been friends since we started to
school.  We were fishing buddies when we were just old enough to go off by
ourselves.  It started when we went camping on the river behind his house.
We got to talking about sex and jacking off and we got naked and jacked off
with each other.  Then later that night we got to fooling around with each
other and he gave me a blowjob.  He wanted me to do him but I couldn't.  He
acted like he didn't mind but I could tell he did."

   "That's not so bad, Brad.  I know lots of guys fool around with each
other when they'd rather do it with girls."

   "Yeah, well, I guess the bad thing is I liked doing it with him.  The
next time we went camping, I sucked his dick too.  I got so damn hot and I
wanted to do it.  It took a few more times together but I learned to suck
his dick until he came and then I'd spit it on his stomach.  He'd suck mine
and swallow it but I just couldn't do that."

   "Did you fuck each other?" I asked.

   "No.  He wanted me to fuck him but I just couldn't.  He tried to fuck me
once but I made him stop.  I sort of wanted him too but at the same time I
didn't.  If we'd kept on camping together, I probably would have fucked
him. Hell, I'd have let him fuck me too, I guess."

   "You stopped?  Why?"

   "He kept telling me he was gay and talking about coming out and how his
parents would kill him if he did.  To look at him, you'd never know he's
gay.  He still hasn't come out but he says he's leaving here when he
graduates next month.  He wants to go where there are lots of gays, where
he won't feel like a freak.  I didn't think I was gay because girls turned
me on more than he ever did."

   "Is that why you were worried about doing something with Kerry, like
something that would make him think he was gay?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe it was.  I like Kerry a lot.  It's nothing like
the way I feel about you.  He's just somebody I'd like to have as a friend.
Anyway, I liked fooling around with him when the three of us were playing.
But I don't want to do anything to hurt him.  And I guess I'm kind of
worried about liking it too much, when I do something with him."

   "Brad, I think about what it would be like to fool around with another
girl.  If I got a chance, I'd do it.  I'd let Nicole make love to me
anytime and I guess I'd do it to her too.  Sometimes I wish I could be a
free spirit like her."

   "You're kidding me."

   "No, I'm not."

   "Well, you're just making that up so I won't be ashamed of what I've
done."

   "Brad, you don't need to be ashamed of anything.  I think we're both
just normal and learning about sex and curious about what it's like with
other guys and girls.  I don't love you and Kerry any less just because
you've sucked each other's dicks a little.  I'm not ashamed of giving
either one of you a blowjob.  I intend to keep on doing it.  I love both of
you, you in one way and him in another.  I'll always love my little
brother."

   "Sheez, if anybody had told me a few years ago that life could be so
complicated because of sex, I wouldn't have believed them."

   "Brad, my parents have always taught us that we shouldn't be ashamed of
what we do when it comes to sex.  They say we'll probably screw up once in
a while but we'll figure out what we want eventually."

   "I hope so.  I just know I love you and I don't want to fuck that up."

   "Why did you feel like you had to tell me about it?" I asked.

   "You know the jock that flipped your fanny as the Grease Trap, I think
he called me a fag because he thought I was one.  Some of the jocks think
my friend's gay and they probably think I am too.  If I tell you the truth
now, it won't matter what short of shit they spread around about me, will
it?"

   "No, but I wish you wouldn't worry about what those cretins think
anyway. They just call guys fags to hurt them.  I don't think there's
anything bad about what you've done."

   "I guess I've just got to learn to trust you, haven't I, as long as I
tell you the truth?"

   "We've both got to learn to do that, Brad.  We've already learned a lot
together, haven't we?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

   "Yeah, and I've learned a lot from your family too.  Like when we went
to the cabin last February when it snowed."

   "My family's like that, Brad.  We're not ashamed of having fun with each
other.  I want you to quit worrying about it so much."

   "Did your Mom really say it was OK for you to tell me all about Luke and
Rachael?  You know, like how he was when he first came to live with your
family, and how your Mom and Dad decided to show him what real love and sex
were like?  They weren't ashamed to let you kids know about that?"

   "Uh huh, she said it was OK.  I talked to her about it when I knew Luke
and Rachael were moving back here.  She said you'd learn about it sooner or
later and it would be best for me to tell you.  And no, Mom and Dad aren't
ashamed that they had sex with them.  Luke and Rachael were both hurt a lot
growing up.  Mom and Dad just tried to help them.  Dad even paid for
counseling for both of them when they were in college."

   "Were you going to tell me he was your first?"

   "I should have told you without you asking," I said.  "I'm sorry.  I
just didn't know how to say it.  I didn't want it to hurt us."

   "You don't need to be sorry, Arial.  Last August, you didn't even know
me.  Please don't worry about telling me stuff like that.  I can handle
it."

   "If we went to the cabin again and Luke and Rachael were there, could
you handle it if we all started playing around again?"

   "I don't know.  Yeah, I guess so.  I never thought I could do stuff like
that, especially with Siobhan.  Damn, it was fun!"

   "She's still a beautiful woman, Brad.  Can you imagine how Dad felt
about her when they married?  Think about Luke and how he felt when he was
just your age, almost eighteen.  Mom was just thirty-five then.  Would you
have done anything different if you had been him?"

   "Probably not.  If you were with Luke while you were at the cabin, where
was Rachael?  Was somebody with her?"

   "Yes.  Somebody you know very well.  He thinks you're a great guy."

   "You mean Kerry?  Damn, that's something!  I guess it makes sense. 
Maybe all boys ought to have an older woman to teach them."

   "Mom and Rachael thought Luke would be a good teacher for me, Brad.  So
did Lauren.  He really was.  I wanted everything in a hurry.  He was very
patient and kind and loving with me."

   "Are you going to want to make love with him again?"

   "I don't know, Brad.  Right now, I don't want anybody but you.  If I
ever do it with anybody else, you'll know about it and you'll be OK with
it, like Dad was with Mom doing it with Luke."

   "Do you think he and Rachael would ever want to do something with us,
swapping around, you know, with me and you like they did with Kieran and
Siobhan?  I don't know how I'd feel about doing that."

   "You were OK with what we did at the cabin with Mom and Dad, I mean,
Siobhan and Kieran, weren't you?  Wasn't it fun to pretend they were just
kids too and then to fool around with everybody like we did?  They're not
different from us just because they're older."

   "Yeah, it was a lot of fun.  I never dreamed I could do anything like
that but it was fun.  I'm just glad you didn't get serious with anybody
else but me.  Maybe I'm just jealous."

   "Brad, I've never let Kerry or Kavan or Dad do what you've done with me.
They're family and somehow it's just something we haven't done.  I remember
how Mom and Dad talked to the three of us about it when Kavan started
developing.  We knew it was OK if we played with each other but Kavan knew
he'd better not try to get his dick in me."

   "Well, I'm not family, Arial.  Is it OK for me to do it?"

   "With whom?  Me or Mom?"

   "Shit, Arial, I couldn't fuck your Mom."

   "Wouldn't you like to?"

   "Yeah, sure, I'll admit it.  You know how much I like her.  If she
wasn't your Mom, I'd love to do it with her.  When we were at the cabin and
I got my face down there in her red hair, I wanted to stick my dick in
there instead of my tongue."

   "She's a beautiful woman, Brad.  I don't blame you from being attracted
to her.  I was just a little girl when Luke did it with her.  I knew what
they'd done but I didn't really understand it.  It didn't make me love Luke
or Mom any less."

   "Damn, it's hard to figure out, isn't it?  Maybe I'd fuck around with
lots of women if I knew it wouldn't hurt you.  It's hard to make sense of
what my dick wants and what my heart wants and what my head wants.  Maybe
someday we'll decide we can do what your Mom and Dad did with Luke and
Rachael, maybe not.  I just don't know."

   "What does your heart want?"

   "You, just you.  Nobody else."

   "And your head?"

   "To be the kind of man you can love for the rest of your life."

   "If you got another chance to play around, not with Mom and Dad, but
with somebody closer to our age, would you do it?"

   "Maybe.  If it's OK with you.  Who do you mean?

   "I think Stuart and Joanne are thinking of doing something this summer
and inviting us.  They said something to me about it the last time I
babysat for them."

   "What?"

   "Lauren and Mr.  Jack have invited Mom and Dad to go with them to the
West Coast for a week or so this summer.  They want to show them some
places in Northern California and Oregon.  They'd fly out and then rent a
car and drive all over the place.  Luke and Rachael and their kids will be
staying with the Andersens then.  Stuart and Joanne said maybe all of us
could all go to the cabin for a couple of days."

   "You mean Stuart and Joanne, Luke and Rachael, all four kids, me and
you, and I guess Kavan and Kerry too?  Kathryn will be in New York then,
won't she?"

   "Yeah, I think she's going to stay there.  I think Kavan's pretty much
accepted that already."

   "Well, what would we do?  Do you think we'd fool around and do stuff
like we did when we went in February?  You think Stuart and Joanne would
like to do that?  Would Luke and Rachael?"

   "I don't know, Brad.  When we went to the cabin last August, we had a
lot of fun playing together.  We spent one night in the old farmhouse,
trying to find out if it was haunted, while Mom and Dad and Lauren kept the
kids.  We did all sorts of silly things with each other and then each slept
with one person.  I slept with Luke."

   "How about Kerry?  Who was he with?"

   "Well, he had his dick in three women that night and I wasn't one of
them.  He slept with Rachael."

   "Damn, you mean he fucked Kathryn and Rachael and Joanne, all three?"

   I nodded.  He looked at me with just a little smile on his face.  I
guess he was thinking about what might happen if he went to the cabin with
the rest of us and what he might do.

   "Sheez, that's hard to believe, that little Squirt could screw three
different women in one night," he said.

   "Brad, I didn't mean he did it with all three until he came.  He
threatened to ravage four women so we got him down and did it instead.  We
were just playing around and doing silly stuff and we decided nobody could
come until after midnight.  I don't guess he came with anybody but
Rachael."

   "And you think if we all went to the cabin with them while your parents
are gone, we might get silly and do something like that?"

   "Maybe.  It's not something we do at the cabin all the time, Brad.  I
told you we'll probably go a few times this summer with Aunt Kara and Uncle
Alan's families.  Grandpa and Grandma Stuart might even be there.  We're
usually naked part of the time but nobody has sex except in their own
bedroom.  We've never played around with all of them."

   "Your grandparents, they go naked too?"

   "They did one time last summer.  It was the first time they'd been naked
with everybody else.  I know Grandpa Stuart liked it.  I think Grandma
Stuart was a little uncomfortable."

   We were quiet for a while then.  He was lying on his side, his head
propped up on his arm and hand.  I was lying on my back, my knees raised,
and my hands on my tummy.  He kept looking at my face, all serious and
calm. I wondered what he was thinking.

   "Life can be so damn complex, Arial," he finally said.  "A year ago I
never would have thought about all this, trying to understand it all and
know what the right thing to do is."

   "Me either, Brad.  A year ago, I was still a little girl just dreaming
about a man to love me."

   "I've been doing a lot of thinking about us, Arial," he said.  "About
whether we can stay with each other and grow up and get married and have
kids and be happy for the rest of our lives - all that sort of stuff."

   I looked at him again.  The sun shining through the leaves danced around
on his face and chest.  I loved looking at him, at his square shoulders and
muscular arms.  His hair was all mussed up but he was still beautiful.

   "I think about it too, Brad, lots of nights before I go to sleep.  I'm
not just a silly all the time."

   "I know, Arial.  But listen - bringing you up here is my way of telling
you something about me, about the sort of person I am.  I'm not going to
change.  You can't make me into something I don't want to be.  You're going
to have to take me just the way I am if you want me."

   "Are you happy with me, the way I am?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  I wouldn't change anything about you.  But let's talk about me,
OK?"

   "OK."

   "Why do you think I brought you here, just you and me, and I didn't take
you to a rock concert or a baseball game or to the races at Charlotte?"

   "Why, Brad?  Tell me."

   "Because this is the kind of guy I am, Arial.  I need to get off
somewhere like this sometimes.  I like to come here and just walk around
and look at stuff.  When I come with my hiking buddies, we hardly talk to
each other because we know why we're here.  I like to sit down somewhere
and listen.  Once I brought a book to read.  Maybe you think that's stupid,
to bring a book all the way out here and then sit and read it."

   "No, Brad, I don't think it's stupid."

   "I don't need to be around crowds to have a good time, Arial.  I can do
it by myself or with a few friends.  Sometimes I like to be in a crowd, if
it's something at school with a bunch of people I know.  I loved going to
the musical review at school.  I love being with all your family.  But I
need places like this, where it's private and peaceful."

   "Girls can't come to places like this by themselves, Brad.  Maybe that's
why I like to read.  I can go to my own private places."

   "When I come here, I usually don't want to talk.  I like to be quiet and
just listen.  It's like I reconnect with something.  I can go all day at
school and never think about what I want my life to be like.  I come up
here and I think about what's important and what I really want to do with
my life."

   I looked around at the trees and the shade behind us, the rock and
sunshine in front of us, and it did seem like a good place to think about
stuff like that.  All I could hear was the sounds of birds and the murmur
of water and the wind in the trees.  We could have been the only people in
the world.

   "I'm glad the Park doesn't tell everybody about this place," I said. 
"It should stay just like it is, without any sign that people even exist.
It's too beautiful to be destroyed by people."

   "A lot of people would say there's nothing much here," he said.

   "I know, but they're wrong.  There's beauty, solitude, peace; that's a
lot, isn't it?"

   He nodded and smiled at me.

   "My Dad wouldn't spend five minutes here, Arial," he said "He'd be
bored. I'm not going to be a doctor like him.  It eats up his life.  I'll
never be a lawyer and bill clients for eighty-hour weeks.  That's just not
me.  It never will be because I won't let it."

   "What do you want to be, Brad?"

   "I don't know yet and I'm not worried about it.  I'd like to be
something like your Dad, have a good job, one that leaves me time to be
with my wife and kids.  If you're my wife, I'll want you to have at least a
couple of kids and I'll love all of you with all my heart.  I want to be
able to spend time with my wife and kids.  I don't want a job or profession
that comes ahead of my family."

   "Don't you think that's what I want too?  I don't want a husband I never
see."

   "Are you sure you don't want to date some other guys and see what
they're like?"

   "No, Brad.  Do you?"

   "No, Arial, I don't want to date any other guys."

   "Silly, you know what I mean."

   "Yeah, and the answer's still no.  I can't ever imagine finding a
sweeter, more loving woman than you.  They way you look is nice too but I
think I could love you even if you weren't beautiful."

   "You'd marry me even with my crazy family?"

   "You asked me once if I wanted to marry your family, didn't you?  I
don't remember why.  I told you I wanted to marry you and that's really
what I want.  But I like your family.  I like the way all of you have
accepted me into it.  I'd like to be part of your family.  Someday, I'd
like us to have a family of our own just like yours."

   "We're not that different from lots of other families, Brad.  We don't
mind running around naked and we try to be honest with each other about
sex. But we're just like a lot of families in the way we love each other."

   "Arial, did you know I've never lived in a house with a yard.  We always
lived in apartments until Dad got the condo.  When I helped you and Kerry
rake leaves last fall, I thought about how nice that was for days."

   He rolled over on his stomach and propped up on his elbows.  His face
was just below my breasts.  He put the side of his face down on my stomach
and looked up through my breasts at my face.

   "You're funny.  You wouldn't enjoy it as much if you had to do it every
year."

   "Maybe not.  When we went down to the creek with Kerry and Kenjiro, I
felt like a little kid when we started digging up stuff.  I never got to do
things like that when I was little.  I think all kids ought to have a creek
to play in when they're little.  You don't appreciate things like that
because you've always had them."

   "You don't mind the way we are about sex?  Are you used to that by now?"

   He was kissing me lightly on my stomach when I asked.  He licked out my
navel thoroughly and then looked up at me to answer.

   "I like the way your family is about sex, Arial," he said.  "The first
night we spent together, in your house, in your bed, with your parents
knowing what we were going to do and it was OK with them, I liked that.  We
knew they were going to do the same thing too.  I like the way they let us
know they do the same things we do and we don't have to hide it from them.
It's kind of cool.  I'd like to have kids with you and raise them that
way."

   "You said this was serious.  I guess it is, isn't it?"

   "Yeah, I want you to think about where we're going with each other.  I'm
not going to try to change you and you're not going to change me.  You've
got to understand the kind of guy I am and make up your mind whether you
want me for a husband some day."

   "You sure you don't want to change me?"

   He put the side of his face back down with his cheek against my pubic
hair.  He rubbed a finger around and around on one nipple while he talked
to me.

   "No, except for the way you try to manipulate me.  I know what you're
doing.  I may play dumb but I'm not.  I talked to your Dad about it once.
He says he's happy letting your Mom run lots of stuff about their lives. 
He says they talk to each other so much that he knows what she wants and he
wants her to have it, like wanting to have another baby at their age.  I
can be happy that way, Arial.  You don't need to treat me like a puppet
with strings.  Just talk to me and tell me what you want.  I think we can
work everything out if we just do that."

   "Mom's not just wanting to have another baby, Brad.  She's going to. 
She's pregnant."

   "Are you sure?"

   "She's sure.  She missed her period.  She says she knows."

   "How does Kieran feel about it?"

   "He's tickled pink.  They're both so happy with it they're like
newlyweds.  Just don't tell anybody yet.  Nobody but family knows about it.
She wants to wait a while to be sure before she tells anybody else."

   "I guess that's why they were looking at each other that way this
morning," he said.  "I wondered why.  I guess I thought it was because
they'd just been making love."

   "They probably had.  Mom says Dad's at her like he was when they first
married.  I hope we can be like that someday, for the rest of our lives."

   "For the rest of our lives?" he asked.  "Are you sure?"

   He turned his face downward and started kissing all around my pubic
hair, then licking it, and then pulling on it with his lips.

   "Yeah, that's the way I want it.  Do you, if I quit pulling your
strings?"

   He reached up with his hand to get a hair out of his mouth.  I couldn't
help but giggle.  He finally got it out and answered.

   "Yeah, that's the way I want it.  I don't care if you do try to pull my
strings, Arial.  It's fun when you do it.  I get a kick out of it."

   He turned his face back downward and started kissing me on my thighs. 
Then he stuck his tongue out and started licking on each side of my pussy,
just where my legs join my body.

   "I don't want anybody but you, Brad.  It scares me but I don't want to
change anything, not about you, not about the way we're headed with each
other."

   He looked up at me again, his face all serious.

   "Are you sure?" he asked.

   "Oh, shut up, you dummy.  I'm going to cry."

   "Will you let me hold you while you cry?"

   "Yes, if you'll make love to me."

   "Here, where the dragon can watch us?"

   "I will if you will."

   "I love you," he said.

   I started to say it too but then I remembered we weren't going to say it
back every time.  I put my head back down on my boot and jeans pillow.  He
moved up closer and leaned over me, looking down at me.

   "How do I love thee?" he whispered.

   "You read it?"

   "You said I should read some of her stuff.  I've never liked poetry like
that before.  I always thought it was kind of dumb.  But what she wrote is
the way I feel about you, especially those lines of the poem."

   "Do you remember them?"

   "Yeah, it goes: `How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.  I love
thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach...' There's more
but that's the part I like."

   I held out my arms to him and he moved even closer to me.  I shut my
eyes and waited for his lips to find mine.  He kissed me softly, just lips
against lips, and then put his cheek against mine, his mouth just at me
ear.

   "I do love you, Arial," he whispered.  "Words aren't enough to say how
much."

   "I know," I said.  "They really can't say what we feel, can they?"

   He moved back and pulled me against him, so that my breasts were pressed
against his chest.  He nudged his knee between my legs and I put one leg
over his hip.  We both moved closer until our bodies were as close as we
could get - almost.  I could feel something warm and firm, maybe even hard,
between us.  We were quiet for a minute or so looking in each other's eyes.


   "Make love to me," I whispered.  "Please."

   He just looked at me, unsmiling, with eyes boring into mine.

   "I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life," he
whispered.

   "And I love you that way too, Brad Weaver," I whispered back.

   He pushed me down on my back again, leaned across me, and propped over
me on one arm.  For a minute or so, he just looked at me, at my face, then
at my breasts, my face again, back to my breasts.  With one fingertip, he
teased the nipple on my left breast again, gently circling around it,
stroking upward on it, and then did the same to the right one.  I watched
as he used his thumb and fingers to tease both of them into standing up and
hardening.

   "I love your breasts," he whispered.

   He leaned over, found my breast with his mouth, and I shut my eyes and
let him play.  He used his lips and tongue on one nipple and his thumb and
finger on the other.  He swapped a couple of times and I drifted away with
what I was feeling.

   When he stopped I waited, expecting him to do something else, but
nothing happened.  I opened my eyes and he was looking down at me with his
jackass grin on his face.

   "Did you like that, little girl?"

   I didn't answer.  I sat up and pushed him down on the blanket on his
back.

   "It's my turn," I said, and I slid my hand down over his face to make
him close his eyes.

   He brought his arms around, put his hands under his head, and waited.  I
looked up and down at his lanky body, hard muscles on his chest and
stomach, little circles of kinky hair around each nipple, a sparse patch of
dark hair in the center of his chest, a faint trail down to his navel,
where the dark hair exploded into a tangle around the base of his dick and
between his legs.  He was cute, especially his dick, lying there on his
stomach, head uncovered, ready.  I put my hand on his stomach, just an inch
or so away from his dick, and decided to leave it alone for a while.

   I leaned over him, found his nipple with my mouth, and tried to suck it
off.  I heard him pull in his breath and squeeze out something that sounded
like "sheeiitt." I kept at it, sucking on first one and then the other and
I could feel the muscles in his stomach harden each time.  Finally I
straightened up, tried to smile the way he did, and waited.  When he opened
his eyes, I asked, "Did you like that, little boy?"

   He sat up, growled, "It's my turn," and pushed me down again.  I put my
hands under my head, just like him, and waited.  He put one hand on my
thigh, just inches away from where I wanted it, and then kissed me on my
stomach.  He stuck his tongue in my navel and licked a wet trail up over my
breast, to my nipple.  Then it was back to my navel, up again to the other
nipple.  His hand kept creeping closer to my pussy and I opened my legs
wider for him.

   He moved around and I opened my eyes.  He was on his knees beside me,
looking down at me.

   "Will you let me do what I want to with you?" he whispered.

   I nodded and he gave me his jackass grin again.

   "No matter what it is?" he whispered.

   I nodded again.  He moved one knee between my legs, pushed them further
apart, and moved the other knee between them.  He was still for a minute or
so, just looking down at me, holding his dick in his hand.

   "I want to fuck you between your breasts," he whispered.

   "Brad, you're silly.  They're not big enough to do that."

   "Yeah, they are.  Just push them together."

   I put my hands on the sides of my breasts and pushed.  It did make just
a little cleavage there.  I looked up and he was grinning even wider.

   He moved up over me on his knees until he was about at my waist and then
leaned over me propped up with one hand beside my head.  He held his dick
with the other and brought it down until it touched me.  I saw a fat little
drop shining at the end of his dick.  He rubbed the head just between my
breasts, pulled back, squeezed out another clear drop, rubbed that on me,
and then started sliding his dick up between my breasts.  I pushed then
closer together to make them tighter on his dick.  I looked up at his face.
He was looking at my breasts holding his dick as he slid it back and forth.

   "Is that good, little boy?" I asked.

   "Yeah, but not as good as pussy," he answered.

   He moved back down again until his knees were between my legs.  He held
his dick in his hand and looked down at my pussy.  I assumed he was ready
to put it in me.  I was ready too.

   But then, he moved further back, lay down, and lifted my legs up and
over his shoulders.  For a minute, he was still and I assumed he was
looking at me.  I didn't care.  Let him look.

   He moved me like a doll, spreading and lifting my legs, bending me back.
I couldn't keep my hands under my head; I moved them down and put them on
his head.  He kissed a trail up the inside of one thigh, then the other,
licked a trail up the inside of both thighs, kissed and licked the crease
between my thighs and body - I held my breath waiting for him to kiss me
where I wanted it.

   When he finally did, it was so good I almost cried out.  He used his
tongue gently, licking up each side, up the middle, pushing in just enough
to part my little lips, and finally teasing my clit with just the tip of
his tongue.  I faded away into nothing except what his mouth was doing to
me.

   When he stopped and let my legs down, I looked up.  He was on his knees,
between my legs, looking at me.

   "Did you like that, little girl?" he whispered.

   "Yes, do it some more," I whispered.

   "No."

   "No?  Why?"

   "Would you get on top of me, please?" he asked.

   "Why?  I want you to make love to me."

   "I will but I want to see you.  I want to see you sitting on me with my
dick in your pussy.  I want to see your face when you're riding me.  I'll
do you anyway you want but, please, do it for me."

   He lay down with his head on his boot pillow again.  I straddled his
body with my knees on each side of his waist, put my hands on his chest,
and looked down between our bodies.  His dick was standing up at an angle
and I decided to see if I could get it in me without using my hands.

   I shut my eyes, moved up toward his chest a little, and then moved back
until I felt the smooth head touch me.  I wiggled a little, pushed back,
wiggled some more, and felt the head touching me in just the right place. I
pushed back again and it slid in just a little.  I watched his face while I
slowly moved up and down, more down than up, until I felt his dick pushing
against something inside.  I looked down and saw another inch or so
separating my bottom from his stomach.

   I looked at his face and he was looking down at his dick going in me.  I
watched his face while I pushed down again, relaxed, and pushed again,
until I felt my bottom press against him.  I looked between my legs again
and saw my lighter hair mingled with his darker.  It was so good to have
his dick inside me, filling me so good, and stretching me so much.  When I
looked back at his face, he was looking at mine.

   "Why did you want to do it this way?" I whispered.

   "Because of what I dreamed Wednesday night," he whispered back.

   "What?  Tell me."

   "I had a wet dream in the middle of the night.  It was just crazy mixed
up stuff like always.  I woke up and found out I'd come all over my
stomach. I remembered what I was dreaming when it happened.  You were
sitting on me just like you are now and I was coming inside you."

   "Do you want to do it again?"

   "Yeah, this time I want to do it for real."

   "You've got to do it twice."

   "Why?"

   "Because I want you to do it when you're on top of me.  I want you to
fuck me.  Forget about being slow.  Just fuck me as hard as you can.  When
you come, I want you to fill me up with your semen."

   I moved up until his dick was just barely touching me and then slid back
down as slowly as I could.

   "Damn, Arial," he groaned.

   I slid up and down a few times, just as slowly as I could, and then
stopped.  He put his hands on my thighs and held on.

   "What?" I asked.

   "It's so good.  It's too good," he groaned.

   I pinched each of his little nipples, moved up and down a few more
times, and then stopped again.  I slid my hands up over his chest to his
shoulders, slid them back down with my fingernails scraping against him,
and then moved up and down a couple of times.

   "You like it?" I whispered.

   "Yeah!"

   I did it a few more times.  When I lifted my bottom up, I slid my hands
up to his shoulders.  When I slid down on his cock, I slid my fingertips
down to his navel.  When I felt my bottom touch his stomach, I squirmed
around a little to see if I could get his dick in any deeper.  I could feel
his balls pressing against my behind.  I didn't want to hurt him but I kept
doing it, almost bouncing off him as I did it faster and faster.  I stopped
again.

   "Really like it?"

   "Yeah!"

   I did it for a minute or so longer, bouncing up and down on him,
listening to the "squick, squick" sloppy sound I was making on him because
I was so wet around his dick.  I saw the expression on his face change to
one I recognized.  I stopped again and shut my eyes.  I felt something
familiar.

   "Are you coming?" I whispered.

   He didn't say anything this time.  I don't think he could.  He just
nodded.  From the expression on his face, he looked like he was hurting
bad. I could feel him throbbing inside me and I quickly rubbed between my
legs with two fingers and started coming too.  If it felt half as good for
him as it did for me, I knew it was the best kind of hurting.

   When my breathing slowed down and I could relax a little, I opened my
eyes.  His were still shut and his face looked peaceful.  I looked down at
his chest and saw red stripes on the skin from his shoulders down over his
chest.  For a moment I was puzzled and then I realized what had caused it -
my fingernails.

   I lay down on him with my face in the side of his throat, his dick still
in me.  He wrapped his arms around me, hands on my fanny, with his
fingertips just on each side of where his dick was.  I didn't want to talk
and I don't guess he did either.  We lay there, joined together for a
while, until I realized that his dick was completely soft and close to
slipping out of me.  I rolled off to one side and cuddled up to him.

   We talked then, about everything and nothing.  My head was on his
shoulder and his arm curled around on my back.  I could feel his hand
moving tenderly around on me.  I put my hand on his chest and held on to
him.

   "I think it would be nice to have a wedding this time of year, don't
you?" I asked.

   "Yeah, I think so too.  When I graduate next year, would that be a good
time?"

   "I was sort of thinking of a couple of years from now, when I graduate.
If you go to college here like you said, you'll be through with your
freshman year and maybe we could get a little apartment and live near
campus."

   "I haven't changed my mind.  I still want to go here.  The college has a
number of good programs I think I'd like.  I've already looked into housing
a little.  There are lots of apartments within walking distance of the
campus.  Dad says he'll help me get one.  Where would you like to get
married?"

   "Oh, I don't know, someplace quiet and peaceful like his.  I don't want
a big fancy wedding.  I want something with just family and a few friends.
I don't want everybody to dress up with tuxedos and stuff like that.  It
would be nice if it could be outdoors like this, someplace close to home."

   "I've got an idea."

   "What?"

   "What would you think of getting married at the old church down near the
creek behind your house?"

   "Brad, it's not a church any longer," I said.  "It's just the stone
floor and part of two walls."

   "Well, it is a beautiful place, with the old trees and the creek. 
Remember when we went there last fall, when it was cold, and we sat there
on the floor next to one of the walls?  The way I felt then holding you was
probably the first time I really thought we might get married someday."

   "That was nice, wasn't it?  Are we just dreaming or is this real?"

   "If it's a dream, I hope I never wake up," he whispered.

   "Me, too," I whispered back.

   "If we really try, maybe we can make our dreams come true."

   "Then let's try, OK?"

   "OK, but right now I've got to pee."

   "Me too."

   He stood up and pulled me up.  I knew I needed to clean up a little and
I tried to think of something to use.  I finally thought of something.  I
looked inside my jeans pillow and found my cotton panties.

   "You're not going to put those on, are you?" he asked.

   "No, silly, I'm not.  If I can wet them, I can use them to clean up a
little.  Where can we go?"

   He led me back across the rock to the place where the water was running
down the big crack.  He looked at it for a minute and I did too.  I didn't
know what he had in mind.  He took my hand and we walked alongside the
crack, going away from the creek, and the crack split and got smaller and
the water wasn't so deep down.  Finally he found a small crack, only inches
wide, with clear water running through it.

   "There, Princess, running water for you to piddle."

   I didn't even ask him to look the other way.  I straddled the crack,
dipped the hand with my panties down and got them wet, and then added a
little yellow to the stream.  Brad watched me, holding his dick, until I
started peeing and then he peed down into the crack too.  We watched each
other, both of us grinning, until we finished.

   When I was finished, I used my wet panties to wipe between my legs.  It
was as cold as ice but it felt good.  When I looked up, he was still
watching and grinning.  I stuck my hand down in the crack again, swished my
panties up and down a few times, and stood up.

   When I started toward him, I think he was about to run.  He stood there
and let me wipe him clean too.  His dick had been soft but still a little
swollen when I started.  By the time I pulled his foreskin back and wiped
everything clean, especially when I reached under and wiped his balls, it
almost looked like something on an old statue again.  A guy's dick is
really funny, the way it works.

   We walked around on the rock some more, barefooted this time.  Brad
showed me a little prickly pear cactus that grew in some places on the rock
and told me to watch out for them.  For someone who grew up in apartments,
he knew so much about the different kinds of plants growing around the
rocks.

   We went back in the shade again fairly quickly.  The rock was warm
enough under our bare feet that it became uncomfortable.  Brad stretched
out on the blanket with his head on his pillow again.  I lay down on my
tummy and propped up my head on my hands like he had done earlier.

   "Could you go by the hospital with me one afternoon next week?" he
asked. "We both need to fill out some paperwork if we're going to work
there."

   "I thought we were working for your Dad," I said.

   "We are but we'll be paid from his grant money and we have to do it the
hospital's way.  He'll be the only one who bosses us."

   "OK, Tuesday would be good.  I don't have anything then.  Would you eat
dinner with us afterwards?"

   "Arial, your Mom and Dad are going to get tired of me mooching meals."

   "Well, just do something for them.  They feed me and Kavan and Kerry all
the time and don't expect much in return except some help with household
chores.  If you're going to be family, you can start helping too."

   "OK, let me know what I can do."

   I moved up closer to him so that my head was right at his stomach.  His
dick was still soft and it was flopped over to one side.  It certainly
didn't look like a little thing on a statue anymore.  I tried to think of
something to do to tease him.

   I leaned right over his middle and stuck one finger in his inney belly
button.  I brushed the hair away from his naval and looked in.  He had a
very nice inney, all clean, no lint in it.  I leaned over and stuck my
tongue in it.  His stomach muscles suddenly got hard under my hand.  I
cleaned it out even if it didn't need it.

   I moved down toward his feet a little more and looked at all the stuff
between his legs.  His testicles were scrunched up between his legs, one
almost on top of the other, and it looked uncomfortable.  I gently pulled
them up and out and tugged on his leg.  He moved his legs apart a couple of
inches.

   I held his balls up and looked underneath.  He had more hair there than
anybody in my family.  It was dark and sort of came together in the middle.
I could see the beginning of his crack and the hair even stuck out from
there.  I reached in with a couple of fingers and pulled the two sides of
the crack apart a little.  It was just more hair.

   "Arial, what the hell are you doing?" Brad growled.

   "Just looking," I said.

   "Well, you've gone far enough."

   "Why?" I teased.  "Have you got something back there that's different?"

   I tried to stick one finger back there to find out.  He reached down and
grabbed my arm.

   "You know damn well what's back there.  It's the same thing you've got.
You don't need to see it."

   "Well, I want to.  You've seen mine lots of times.  Turn over."

   "You tell me what it's called and I'll turn over and you can look."

   "It's your anus, Brad," I said.  "Now turn over."

   "No.  You've got to say the common name for it, what everybody calls
it."

   "Oh, pooh, I didn't want to see it anyway," I said.

   "What's the matter, Princess?  You can't talk dirty like the rest of
us?"

   "I can if I want to."

   "Well, say it."

   I looked at him, smiled just a little, and whispered, "Asshole."

   He grinned and turned over on his stomach.  I didn't really want to see
it.  I just wanted to tease him.  I leaned over his fanny, kissed one
cheek, and then kissed the other.  He started to turn back over but I
stopped him.

   I pulled his cheeks apart and looked.  It was just lots of hair all over
back there and then a neat little brown pucker.  Except for little Paul and
Kieran Lee, it was the closest look I'd ever got at a guys backside.  I did
a kissy sound with my lips and touched the little pucker with one finger.
He quickly turned back over and glared at me.

   "You're bad, Arial," he said, glowering at me.

   "Yes, and you love me anyway, don't you?" I asked.

   "Yeah, I do," he said, changing his expression to a smile.

   His dick seemed to have gotten bigger in the last minute or so.  It
flopped back on his stomach pointing upward.  I picked it up, looked at it
for a minute, then slid the skin down, and looked some more.  I scrunched
up closer so I could really look at it.  The dark hair on his balls sort of
crawled a little way up on his dick.  The rest of the skin was all smooth
except for all the squiggley blood vessels underneath.

   I slid the skin up and down a few time, watching the neat way it covered
the head and then uncovered.  I saw that fremusomething under the head that
I'd heard was so sensitive.  I leaned over and licked it a couple of times.
I guess it was sensitive.  I heard Brad draw in his breath and then let it
out with something he liked to say, "Sheeiitt."

   I decided maybe I'd done enough teasing.  I pulled his dick toward me,
sort of like shifting gears, leaned over, and took the head in my mouth.  I
wasn't trying to make him come, just trying to do something he liked, so I
used my hand and mouth slowly and gently for a while.  Brad didn't say
anything but I could hear him breathing.  After a couple of minutes, his
dick was so stiff and so swollen I couldn't get my fingers around it.

   I looked up at him and asked, "Are you ready to fuck me?"

   He grinned.  "Will you let me do it the way I want to?"

   "Yes, but when you come, you've got to be on top of me."

   "OK.  Get up on your hands and knees."

   I did what he said and he moved around behind me.  He put his hand
between my shoulder blades and pushed.

   "Put your head down on the blanket, on your forearms."

   I did what he said, shut my eyes, and waited.  I felt his hand on my
left hip and then felt the head of his dick touching me in just the right
place.  He pushed once, relaxed, pushed again, put his right hand on my
hip, pulled me back, pushed, pulled me back again, and I groaned as his big
dick filled my cunt completely.  He stopped moving and just held me tightly
against him.

   "It's so fucking good," he whispered.  "You say it."

   "It's so fucking good," I whispered.  "It's so fucking good.  It's so
fucking good.  Fuck me, Brad Weaver, you fucker.  Fuck me good."

   He fucked me.  Slowly, gently, dick in until the front of his thighs
bumped into the back of mine, until I felt stuffed so full that I could
hardly stand to have him do it and I wanted him to keep doing it forever.
It was so good, just slow fucking, with him pulling back on my hips and
pushing forward until we bumped into each other again and again.

   "Hey, Arial," he whispered.

   "What?" I groaned.

   "You've got an asshole back here.  It's cute."

   I didn't say anything.  He saw it every time he made love to me from
behind.  I didn't care if he saw it if he just kept doing it to me.

   I felt something touch me, in the wrong place, and I almost panicked.  I
realized quickly it wasn't his dick.  That was still in me.  It was his
thumb or finger.  I felt his hand and fingers on me and I knew it was his
thumb.  He teased me gently with it, just sliding his thumb around and
around in a circle.  I was already so hot I was about to explode and he
just made me hotter.  I didn't care what he did.

   "Can I fuck you in your asshole?" he whispered.

   I bumped my head up and down on my forearms.

   "Say it!"

   I didn't say anything.  I just let him keep on slowly fucking me and
rubbing me with his thumb.

   "Say `I want you to fuck me in my asshole with your big dick, Brad
Weaver.' Say it!"

   I shook my head from side to side.  I was just seconds from coming and I
knew it.

   "Say it, damn it; say it!"

   "I want...you to...fuck me...in my asshole, Brad Weaver," I grunted it
out.

   "With my big dick?" he asked.

   "Yes, with your...big dick," I grunted through clenched teeth.

   He pulled my fanny back against him with both hands a couple of times as
hard as he could.  He stopped suddenly, pressed his thumb against my
asshole, and pushed until it slid in.  Everything inside me started
convulsing and I held my breath as the contractions squeezed my cunt around
his dick again and again.

   As soon as my contractions stopped, Brad pulled out, pushed me down on
the blanket, and flipped me over like a rubber doll.  He fell on top of me,
guided his dick back into my cunt, and then slid both arms up underneath me
with his hands cupping around my shoulders.  I wrapped my arms around his
chest, my legs around his ass, and held on.  He started pounding into me
and, in almost no time, he exploded inside me.

   We stayed that way, locked together, and I wanted him never to leave me.
When our breathing slowed down to normal and my heart stopped beating so
fast, I finally opened my eyes.  He was looking down at me.  I smiled,
pulled his head down beside mine, and held it there.

   "I love you, Brad Weaver," I whispered in his ear.  "You're a good
fucker."

   "And I love you, Arial Stuart," he whispered.  "Can I really fuck you in
your asshole someday?"

   "Yes, when you're tired of my pussy," I said.

   "Then I'll never get your asshole cherry, will I?" he asked.

   "Brad, I said you could do whatever you want to me.  I mean it."

   He kissed me on the cheek, buried his face in my shoulder, and just held
me.

   When we finally separated, we cuddled and talked.  Ms.  Lauren had asked
if she could have a party for me at her house and I had agreed so she and
Mom had been planning it.  Brad said he had a present for me and I'd never
guess what it was.  I tried but gave up.  School would be out in a few
weeks so we talked about the summer, working for his Dad, places we might
go together, things we might do.  He would be a senior and I would be a
junior when school started again and a year later he would graduate and be
in college while I was still in high school.  It was almost frightening but
then we talked about being together after I graduated.  Just to think of
that made me happy.

   "Could we come back here again," I asked, "and maybe bring somebody
else."

   "Who?"

   "Kerry would love this place.  He'd ask you more questions about it than
you could ever answer."

   "Yeah, I'd like to show it to him," he said.  "Maybe we could get Nicole
to come with us, sort of another date with Kerry."

   "Kavan would like to see it.  He's really interested in landscaping
stuff now.  He'd love to see how beautiful this place is without anybody's
landscaping."

   "Do you think Kathryn would come too, if Kavan does?  Are they still OK
with each other?"

   "I think so.  They're sweet with each other.  I think they both know
what she's going to do."

   "Anybody else?"

   "Kerry's friend, Kenjiro.  He and Kerry are getting to be good friends.
They like to do things together, especially if it's computer stuff.  Maybe
he'd like this place too.  Maybe we could invite his sister, Akiko, too. 
I'd like to get to know her better, wouldn't you?"

   He didn't answer for a minute or so.

   "Arial, are you plotting and scheming again?" he asked.

   "Brad Weaver, why would you think that?"

   "Oh, for no reason I suppose.  Just knowing you.  If Kathryn leaves for
New York when school's over, Kavan won't have a girl friend.  Are you
trying to set something up?"

   "Brad, Akiko's a beautiful girl but she's nothing like Kathryn.  She's
quiet and reserved and ..."

   He cut me off.  "OK, you are.  But I want to invite somebody else too."

   "OK, who?"

   "Ryan, you know, the guy who waited on us at the restaurant.  I talked
to him about why he's going to college here.  He's got a girlfriend who's a
junior now.  She'll be a senior in high school with us while he's in
college.  They're talking about getting an apartment together when he
starts to college."

   I counted on my fingers.

   "That's ten people, Brad.  It would take three cars.  I wish we could
all come together.  Do you think we could all come in one car, a van, if we
can get something big enough?"

   "Don't you ever accuse me of pulling your strings, Arial Stuart," he
said.  "You know exactly what you're trying to do, don't you?"

   "I don't see how you can say that, Brad Weaver.  You don't love me."

   He looked at me and grinned.  I couldn't help it; I grinned back.  I
guess we both knew it.

   We left the park a little after three o'clock.  Brad let me drive his
Jeep until we hit the main highway.  I was proud of myself that I didn't
kill the engine even once when I had to stop and start again.  He said I
just needed a little more practice changing gears and using the clutch. 
When we swapped to let him drive, he patted my leg and told me he was proud
of me.

   We hardly talked the rest of the way home.  The day had been so
wonderful and I was content just to be quiet with him.  I rested my hand on
his leg, leaned the seat back, and closed my eyes.  He found some quiet
music on the radio and I drifted off into sleep.

   When he called my name, I woke up and looked around.  We were going up
the hill to our house.  I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and then turned
the mirror around so I could see my face.  I was a little pink from sun but
nothing bad.  My hair was a mess but I didn't care.  Brad kept darting
glances at me and smiling while I was doing it.

   The garage door was closed so we went to the front door.  There was a
note on the door.  "We're Next Door.  -->" We walked over to the lot Dad
had bought and found Mom and Dad.  We could see what they'd been doing. 
There were new plants all around.  Even with all the rocks and trees,
somebody had found good places to put the plants Kavan and Kathryn had
brought home.

   Mom was just picking up empty plastic bags that had been full of mulch
when we left.  Dad was watering some of the plants with a hose that
stretched back to 0ur house.  They saw us coming and stopped.  I suppose
Brad was used to getting hugged after I got mine.  I think he liked it more
when Mom hugged him than when Dad did.

   "Where's Kerry?" I asked.  "I thought he was going to help you."

   "He did," Mom said.  "Stuart called at noon and asked him if he wanted
to come over and spend the night.  He said he had something new to show him
about doing research.  They picked him up about two o'clock."

   Dad started picking up empty mulch bags again so we helped him.  He'd
rolled the big garbage can over so we stuffed the bags in it.  Brad rolled
the can back to our house and I helped Mom and Dad carry all the tools
back.

   When we went in the house, Mom made us all go out on the deck to take
our boots off.  After that, we all decided we needed a pit stop.  I let
Brad go first and then chased him out when it was my turn so I could clean
up a little more.

   We all came back in the kitchen at about the same time and Dad went
straight to the refrigerator.  He found two beers and didn't even ask Brad
this time.  He just handed him one.  Mom and I had a glass of juice and we
sat around the kitchen table and talked for a few minutes.

   Dad stood up, stretched, acted like he was sore from working, and went
over to the laundry room door.  He started stripping while the rest of us
just sat and watched.  It was almost like a strip tease, as he took off one
thing at a time, threw it in the laundry room, and then looked at us.  He
was down to bare skin in a couple of minutes.

   "I don't know about the rest of you," he said, "but I'm about to get a
long hot bath.  Siobhan's worked me like a slave all day."

   "Well, you're the one who bought the lot, Kieran," Mom said.  "I just
want to make it look nice.  I'll give you a back scrub for a reward."

   "That sounds good," Brad said.  "Maybe I could talk somebody into giving
me one."

   "I'll even shampoo your dirty head of hair, Brad Weaver," I said.  "But
you've got to shampoo mine too."

   Brad stood up, stripped off his shirt and jeans and socks, and threw
them to Dad.  Dad threw them in the laundry room.  From the way he aimed, I
guess he was trying to hit the laundry baskets.

   I saw something on Brad's chest and then realized it was because of my
fingernails.  The marks weren't quite as red but they were still there.  If
Mom or Dad noticed, they didn't say anything.  I don't guess they noticed
he didn't have on any underwear either.  The last thing before we left,
he'd wet them with cold creek water and then we had used them to clean up.

   He and Dad stood there like little boys showing off their penises to
little girls.  I know Brad had his hips pushed forward a little to show
off. His dick looked just a little pink on the skin covering the head.  I
knew it wasn't sunburn.  Mom and I just sat there and watched while they
put on their little show.

   "Well, come on, Siobhan, get up," Dad said.  "Let's go soak in the
Jacuzzi.  Let these kids go shampoo each other.  I'd rather have a back
scrub any day."

   "Why don't you invite them to join us, Kieran?" Mom asked.  "We'll all
fit if they sit at one end and we sit at the other.  We can all soak for a
while."

   "That sounds good," Dad said.  "Would you two like to join us?  You can
tell us all about this secret place Brad wanted to show you."

   I looked at Brad, to see what he answered.  He smiled and nodded.

   Chapter Fifty-Five

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Stuart Andersen, 29; Joanne Andersen, 26; Paul
Andersen, 4; Kieran Lee Andersen, 4 months

   Kerry Stuart, 12 (almost 13)

   TELLING THE STORY Kerry Stuart

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   (KERRY)

   I hope Dad believed me.  I knew he was just kidding like he always does.
He asked me if I had arranged for Stuart to invite me over for the weekend
so I wouldn't have to help plant stuff on the new lot he had bought.  I
told him I had not and that it was Stuart's idea.  I worked hard planting
things with him and Mom Saturday morning.  I really did enjoy it and I told
him I did before I left.

   Stuart came after me a little after lunch.  He had little Paul with him
and I played with him while Dad showed Stuart around the new lot and
explained what he had planned.  Mom stood and watched while I chased little
Paul around her.  He squealed and laughed each time I almost caught him.

   On the way back, I asked Stuart if he'd give me a driving lesson at the
Freeloft center.  He asked me if Mom and Dad would approve and I told him
about Dad letting me drive his Mercedes.  He was driving the mini-van he
and Joanne had bought after they moved.  He said he'd show me how to drive
his little sport-car, the little convertible he used to go to work, but I
had to be careful shifting gears and using the clutch.  His little car was
almost as old as me but he loved it and didn't want another one.  That was
the one I wanted to drive anyway.  Arial's little Beamer had a clutch too
but she wouldn't let me drive it yet.

   Joanne was in the great room of the new part of their house when we got
there.  She was nursing Kieran Lee and listening to classical music.  She
liked to play stuff like that when he was nursing because she said it made
him relax and nurse better.  I'd seen her nurse him a few times and she
didn't mind if I watched.  I thought it was something beautiful to see and
I always told her that.  I walked over and stood looking down at Kieran Lee
just sucking away.  His eyes were open and he was waving his free arm
around but he never turned loose of the nipple.  He just kept sucking and
slurping.  I guess that's why Joanne sometimes called him little piggy.  He
was already a big boy.  It was hard to believe he could grow so fast.

   Stuart put his arm around my shoulder and we both stood and watched. 
Then little Paul tried to climb Stuart's leg so Stuart picked him up and we
all three watched.  Stuart decided to tease me like he always does.

   "Paul, tell Kieran Lee to leave some milk for uncle Kerry," he said. 
"I'll bet he'd like some too."

   Little Paul didn't like that.  He started saying something and I finally
figured out he wanted his Mom's milk for his brother and for himself and he
didn't want me to have any.

   "Has he had any since Kieran Lee was born?" I asked.

   "Yes, he's asked for it a couple of times," Joanne said, looking up at
Stuart.  "Stuart said I could let him have some if I'd just save him some
too."

   I looked at Stuart and little Paul.  Stuart was grinning like he'd been
caught doing something naughty.  Little Paul was trying to stick his fist
in his mouth again.  I caught his arm and pulled his hand out of his mouth.
He was still teething and everything went in his mouth.

   "Did you like Mommy's milk?" I asked.  I was looking at little Paul when
I said it.  Stuart knew who I meant.

   Stuart said, "Paul, say `Yeah, Unca Kerry, I like it.'" I knew who he
meant.

   "Well, none of you can have any until Kieran Lee gets all he wants,"
Joanne said.

   She changed Kieran Lee to the other breast.  He let out a squawk and
then cut it off when he felt the nipple against his cheek.  He nuzzled
around until he got it in his mouth and then started slurping like a little
pig again.  I saw a drop of white milk ooze out of the nipple where he'd
just been sucking.  Joanne pulled her nursing bra back over that breast and
then looked up at me.

   "Stuart, why don't you show Kerry what's been done in the old house?  I
don't think we had the big bathroom finished the last time he was here."

   "You're probably right," Stuart said.  "That part of the renovation was
a mess, especially when they were doing the floor."

   "What was wrong with the floor?" I asked.  "I thought you wanted to keep
all the old wood floors if you could."

   "Yeah, we did, but we wanted the big bathroom downstairs to be tiled. 
Plus, we didn't think the old joists would support everything we wanted. 
We replaced some of the joists and added extra support under the bathroom.
It's all tight and solid now."

   Stuart led the way to the breezeway from the new house to the old house.
There were sliding patio doors, double doors, on both sides of the
breezeway.  Both sides were open except for the screens.  He slid back the
screen and we went out.

   The old stone house was just a two-story rectangle set on the crest of
the hill with the main entry in the middle of one long side.  The main part
of the new addition was roughly a one-story square, connected at one corner
by a breezeway to the old house.  In the open triangle between them on one
side, where there were a couple of huge old trees, Stuart had told me they
would have a patio.  In the open triangle on the other side, the two old
trees were in bad shape so they'd been removed.  He said that was where
they were going to put the pool.

   "Let me show you something," Stuart said, and led the way to the area
where the patio was going to be.  He walked over to the pile of stone from
the old quarry down near the river.

   "We had more rock quarried than we needed for the new house," he said.
"We're going to use these for the patio area.  We'll extend the patio to
the edge of the level area and then put up a low wall.  It'll make a great
play area for the boys.  I can sit on the wall and watch them."

   He looked at the rocks for a minute or so until the found the one he
wanted.

   "Look at this," he said.  "It's a fossil of some kind, some kind of
plant."

   I looked at the imprint of what could have been a cattail - a couple of
leaves and then the center spike with the cattail smashed flat.  It looked
just like the ones that grew in the swampy area on the south side of the
Freeloft property.

   "Is it OK if I walk down the river with a couple of friends to the
quarry?" I asked.  "I'd like to see what was done in getting rocks for the
new house.  We found a few fossils there before your Mom bought the
property and I'll bet we'll find some more with the new rock being dug
out."

   "Sure.  Maybe I'll go with you.  Would you like me to pick you and your
friends up some Saturday?"

   "Maybe.  It's an easy walk though.  We walk down the creek behind our
house to where it runs into the river.  That's a good fishing spot.  From
there to the Freeloft property is just a mile or so.  It's easy walking too
until you get close to your property."

   "Kavan's going to do the patio for us," Stuart said.  "I'm using him as
the contractor and he's going to hire a crew of school kids.  I've given
him a free hand to do whatever he wants to as long as he doesn't do
anything to hurt the old trees.  We want them to stay there for another
fifty years."

   "Yeah, he's been reading all sorts of stuff and getting ideas.  Arial
and I are going to help him do a plan on the computer so he can present it
to you.  He's really enthusiastic about it.  He loves that sort of stuff.
He says he might like to be a landscape contractor or something like that
someday."

   "You think you could work for him this summer?"

   "Sure.  He and I get along fine.  He's always solid and levelheaded
except when it comes to Kathryn and love and stuff like that.  I wouldn't
be much good moving those big rocks though."

   "Well, just think about it, Kerry," he said.  "You don't always have to
have muscle to do things.  I use a dolly and a steel pipe for a lever and
that works fine.  I'm going to have lots of work to do around here for the
next year of so.  Some of it will be hard manual labor.  I'm going to get a
bob cat and a small tractor to use to clear some areas.  You could learn to
handle both of them.  Maybe Kavan could learn to handle a crew of kids and
see whether he really wants to be his own boss."

   "He'll do a good job for you," I said.  "Once he sets his mind to
something, he won't stop until it's done right.  That's just the way he
is."

   "That's what your Dad says.  Anyway, I'd love to have you and him
around. It's nice having two brothers and another sister.  You know you're
welcome here anytime, don't you?"

   "Yeah.  I'll try not to drive Joanne crazy and wear out my welcome."

   "You won't.  She likes you too.  Come on; let's look at what's been done
in the old house."

   Stuart showed me the bathroom they'd put in on the lower floor of the
old house.  It was a huge room with tiled floor and walls about the same
color as the rock quarried on the property.  Through a door on one side,
there was a sauna with what looked like redwood walls and ceiling and
floor. Next to it, there was an enclosed shower almost as big as the one in
our basement.  Under a big window there was a Jacuzzi that looked like it
would float a battleship.  There were two enclosed commodes, two big sinks,
and two urinals, one down low for little boys.  And in the middle of it
all, there was a long wooden bench to sit down.

   "Damn, Stuart, you could put a big crowd in here.  What do you need all
this for?"

   "That's not all, Kerry.  We've got three bedrooms upstairs and four
down. Each one has a small toilet of its own.  Mom's bedroom is the only
one with its own shower.  Mom likes to have people around.  She's the one
who suggested Luke and Rachael stay with us.  Paul and Adrianna got along
great last August.  They'll have lots of fun with each other."

   "Well, Mom and Dad are going to get Rachael and the kids and bring them
back some time this month.  Luke's driving back with the movers.  Where are
you putting them?"

   "They'll be on the bottom floor with us.  Mom loves kids but she wants
the top floor for herself and her guests.  Luke's going to put some of
their stuff in storage at the Freeloft Center.  They'll have two bedrooms
just like the ones Joanne and I have.  Come on; let me show you our rooms."

   "I'll bet you and Joanne could have lots of fun playing with Luke and
Rachael too.  Of course, you haven't thought of that, have you?" I asked.

   "Would you like me to invite you over some weekend after they're settled
in?  You can baby sit for all of us while we play."

   "Shit!  No way, Jose!  I like kids but I couldn't handle four at one
time."

   "Seriously, Kerry, what do you think?  Joanne and I have talked a lot
about what we want to do now that Kieran Lee's not driving her crazy.  We
need to enjoy life a little more.  We could invite you and Kavan and
Kathryn, if she's still here."

   "How about Arial and Brad?"

   "I don't know.  It might be kind of awkward to have Arial's old love and
her new one playing with us at the same time.  That's something we'll have
to think about a little."

   "You'd better think a lot.  I don't know whether Brad even knows about
Luke."

   "Yeah, well, come on; let me show you the bedrooms."

   "I've never been in a sauna before," I said.  "Do you think we could use
it tonight?"

   "Sure.  A sauna's better in cold weather but maybe you and I and Joanne
can get in there before we go to bed.  I usually try to get Paul to bed
while Joanne's giving Kieran Lee his bedtime feeding.  If we're lucky,
we'll get five or six hours of sleep before he wants it again."

   Stuart showed me their big bedroom and the smaller room for little Paul
and Kieran Lee.  I tried to remember how the old house was laid out before
the renovation but I couldn't remember exactly how it was.  Now they had a
small bath with a commode and sink off their bedroom and lots of closet
space and I couldn't see where it had all come from.

   Their bedroom had all sorts of oriental-looking furniture and artwork in
it.  Opposite the door, there was a king-size bed that was maybe a foot and
a half off the floor and I couldn't see anything holding it up.  I looked
at some of the pictures and they looked like Japanese or Chinese men and
women.

   "Those are wood-block prints that Mom bought in Japan," Stuart said. 
"Joanne likes them.  Mom says they're very valuable but they don't do much
for me."

   "Me either," I said.  I stood looking around trying to see how they'd
turned all of the old farmhouse into bedrooms.

   "Why did you design it like this, with small bathrooms for each room and
one big bath for everybody?" I asked.  "And where did the closets come
from? The old house had huge rooms but it didn't have any closets."

   "Yeah, that was a real problem.  The architect said the old inside walls
were load-bearing and advised us not to try to move them.  We just cut off
part of some rooms for the small baths and closets.  The big bath is where
the kitchen used to be.  The upstairs layout is about like it is down here
except that Mom's bedroom area is twice as big."

   "Mr.  Jack's staying here now, isn't he?" I asked.  "Where does he
sleep?"

   "With Mom.  What's the matter?  Are you jealous?"

   "Yeah, I guess so.  But if she loves him it's OK with me.  He'd better
be good to her."

   "You remember where you slept the night Kieran Lee was born?"

   "Yeah." I remembered.  I didn't know whether he knew or not.

   "Where?"

   I just looked at him and didn't say anything.

   "I came home for a few minutes during the night," he said.  "I saw where
you were sleeping.  You were spooned up to Mom.  Were you good to her?"

   "She didn't complain, did she?"

   "No, she didn't," he said.  "She said you made her feel like a teen-ager
again."

   "Shit, Stuart, I didn't know what I was doing.  I just wanted her to be
happy."

   "Well, you helped with that," he said.  "I couldn't believe it when she
told me what she'd done with your family."

   "Where is she?  I saw Mr.  Jack's car outside but I haven't seen either
one of them."

   "They're upstairs.  I think they're taking a nap.  They're going out for
dinner and dancing tonight.  That business women's group she's in is having
a black-tie evening.  They'll probably be out late."

   We went down the hallway to the other end of the ground floor to see
where Luke and Rachael and their kids would be.  It was a mirror image of
Stuart and Joanne's rooms except that the rooms were empty.

   We went back to the new house and into Stuart's office.  He had
computers and all sorts of equipment and books everywhere.  He stretched
out in his recliner and I took the computer chair.  I spun around in it
once and then caught myself before Stuart could fuss at me.

   "How are you doing on your statistics work?" Stuart asked.  "Do you
think you understand it well enough to use a computer program to do the
computational processes?"

   "I'm OK.  I've got a teacher at school helping me.  I got stuck a couple
of times and he helped me understand it.  Can I input the data on my
computer at home?"

   "Yeah, that's what I planned on you doing.  Is it OK if I give you a
little pop quiz?"

   "Sure."

   "In addition to height, what else about a man's body could be measured
in constructing a frequency distribution?"

   I didn't have to think long.  Something popped in my head.

   "Well, if I can get, say, a thousand guys to cooperate, it's the length
of our dicks."

   "I was thinking about weight.  Do you think measurement of dicks would
yield a normal distribution, you know, a bell-shaped curve?"

   "Yeah, sure you were.  Let's accept that as a working hypothesis.  We'll
have to measure a lot of dicks to reach a conclusion."

   "If the mean length of dicks is six inches and one standard deviation
from the mean is one inch, what's the percentage of guys with a dick
between five and seven inches long?"

   "About two-thirds?"

   "Come on, Kerry, you tell me!  Exactly!  I know you know it.  And quit
spinning around in the chair."

   I didn't even realize I was doing it.  "It's sixty-eight point two seven
percent."

   "If your dick is two standard deviations from the mean, what's the
percentage of guys with a dick longer than yours?"

   "Five."

   "Nope.  Think!"

   I spun the chair around once and then sat there and thought for a minute
or so.  I shut my eyes, visualized a bell-shaped curve, and went over the
basics.  When I opened my eyes, Stuart was grinning at me.

   "OK, assuming you meant plus two standard deviations, it's about two and
a half percent.  If you meant minus two standard deviations, it's about
ninety-seven and a half percent.  I was wrong `cause I was including both
plus and minus deviations."

   "That's right.  Five percent includes guys with dicks less than four
inches and guys with more than eight inches.  If your dick is plus three
standard deviations, what does that mean?"

   "I get all the girls." I spun around in the chair once, looked at him,
and grinned.  He shook his head and grinned back at me.

   "Why?" he asked.

   "If it's a thousand guys in the population, I've got the biggest dick.
I've got a mean nine fucking inches."

   "Are you sure?  Plus or minus three standard deviations includes
ninety-nine point seven percent of the population.  Couldn't you have a
couple of guys with bigger dicks?"

   "Nope!"

   "Why not?"

   "Well, ninety-nine point seven includes all guys with dicks up to three
standard deviations longer and down to three shorter than the mean.  So
point three percent includes guys with dicks more than three deviations
shorter than the mean plus more than three deviations longer.  So there are
three guys with either little bitty dicks or real horse cocks.  I don't
have a little bitty dick."

   "If I told you the correlation coefficient between how tall guys are and
the length of their dicks is point nine zero, what does that mean?"

   "I want to grow up to be real tall." I spun around in the chair again.

   "Come on, Kerry!"

   "It means there's a very strong correlation between a guy's height and
the length of his dick.  Bigger guys have bigger dicks."

   "Do you think the correlation's really that strong?"

   "Shit, who knows?  I haven't seen enough dicks to form a hypothesis."

   "I haven't either but I don't think it's that strong.  Kavan's dick is
bigger than the mean.  Do you know how many standard deviations?"

   "He and Dad are about the same, close to seven and a half inches. 
That's plus one and a half deviations."

   "Mine's about the same as Kavan's and your Dad's.  How big is yours
now?"

   "Just a cunt hair under six inches.  Why don't you call him your Dad?"

   "Because Paul was my real Dad and always will be.  How big is your dick
going to be?"

   "Oh, about eight inches if I keep pulling it.  Maybe longer."

   "Shit, Kerry, be serious.  What can you say about the probability that
your dick will be longer than average?"

   "Well, me and you and Kavan carry some of the same genes as Dad.  Genes
determine lots of things about our bodies - like hair color and height and
build.  I'm just like Dad in all those and so are you.  I'd say the
probability is pretty high I'll have a dick like his."

   "OK, I guess you pass.  Just don't go showing off at school with any of
this."

   "I won't.  Most kids wouldn't know what we're talking about, anyway."

   "I'm trying to come up with another assignment for you.  Are you ready
for it?"

   "Yeah, but I can't work on it until after school's out.  I've got to
concentrate on school work for the next few weeks."

   "Are you still going to make all A's?"

   "Yeah.  What sort of assignment is it?"

   "I want you to do some reading on sampling."

   "Sampling what?"

   "Oh, lots of different things.  What percentage of the girls in your
school loses their virginity at fifteen?  What percentage at sixteen?  That
sort of thing."

   "I'd like to raise the percentage for fifteen year old ones a little."

   "Yeah, me too.  How do you think we could find out?"

   "Well, we can't ask all of them; that's for sure."

   "We don't need to.  Suppose you asked ten girls and found out that five
were still virgins.  What would that tell you?"

   "Shit, Stuart, there's over six hundred girls in my school.  Would that
mean about half of them are still virgins?"

   "If you take a sample, what sort of conclusion can you reach about all
the girls?"

   "I think I'd conclude I'd better get busy.  I think I'd better quit
studying and start fucking."

   "Yeah, dream on, Squirt.  Do you think we might be able to reach a
conclusion about the population, that's all the girls, just by asking ten
percent, that's sixty girls?"

   "I know where you're leading me.  You don't really have to ask all of
them to reach a conclusion; you just take a sample."

   "That's right, Kerry.  A sample won't give you an answer with absolute
certainty.  But it can give you an answer like three hundred plus or minus
maybe five percent.  That's what sampling can do for you.  It saves you a
lot of work, finding out if girls have already been dicked."

   "I wouldn't mind that kind of work."

   "Me either.  What if we wanted to reach a conclusion about all the high
schools in the state, say one thousand of them?  Would our sample have to
be one thousand times as big?"

   "You're leading me again, aren't you?  You want me to say yes so the
answer must be no.  Maybe it only needs to be ten times a big."

   "You're right.  You read up on sampling and we'll work on it whenever
you're ready.  Now swap chairs with me."

   I got in his recliner and stretched out.  He sat down in the computer
chair, closed his eyes, and spun around a few times.  Finally he opened his
eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and smiled at me.

   "Stuart, did you ever see the movie Forrest Gump?" I asked.

   "Yeah, I liked it." He spun around once more.

   "Do you remember when he started doing his walk about?"

   "Yeah but I never could understand why he did it." He spun around again.


   "Sometimes I wish I could do a walkabout like that.  Just go off and see
everything and not have to worry about stuff."

   "Yeah, me too," Stuart said.  "I wish we could do it together." He spun
around a couple of times.

   "Yeah, damn school!  Fuck it!" I said.  I was grinning and I didn't
really mean it.

   I looked at him and saw he was grinning too.  We both knew we couldn't
do it.  I would have liked to do a walk-about with him.

   "Yeah, damn work!  Fuck it!" he said.  He spun around once and then
stood up.  He held out his hand to me.  I took it, he pulled me up, and we
swapped chairs again.

   "Maybe someday," I said and he nodded.

   "I've got us some nice steaks for dinner," he said.  "How do you like
yours?  Just don't say well done."

   "I like mine big and bloody.  Just singe its ass and throw it on my
plate."

   "Sorry.  Joanne's a little squeamish about that.  You'll have to settle
for medium rare, like mine."

   "Just don't do it well done and I'll eat it."

   "OK, I'll fire up the grill about six.  We like to eat early enough to
go for a walk afterwards.  Paul loves to explore the woods around here. 
We'll bathe the kids and put them down about nine.  Then we can get in the
sauna before we go to bed if you want to.  Now let me show you some stuff
I'm working on."

   "You never did tell me where I'm going to sleep.  I left my stuff in the
big room.  I'll get it and put it away."

   "Well, I thought you might like to sleep with us."

   That was a surprise.  "Are you kidding?  What's Joanne going to say
about it?"

   "She thinks it would be fun.  We'd have asked you before now but she's
had her hands full with Kieran Lee."

   "Do you mean what I think you mean?  You're saying we might play around
a little before we go to sleep?"

   "That's exactly what I mean, Kerry.  Joanne and I had a lot of fun
playing with everybody last August.  I don't think we've ever had more fun
than we did that night we slept in the haunted house."

   "Yeah, I liked that.  I enjoyed being ravished.  What are we going to
do?"

   "Well, tell Joanne you liked it.  We don't have any specific plans and
anything is probably OK.  We've talked about it and decided we'll all just
play and have fun."

   "You really don't mind if I do it with Joanne?"

   "You're not going to try to steal her away from me, are you?"

   I decided to tease him for a change.  "Yeah!  After I make love to her,
she won't be satisfied with you anymore."

   "Well, I'll just have to take that chance, Stud.  Seriously, I want us
both to be good to Joanne.  She's still in baby-mode and she likes
lovemaking to be slow and gentle.  Just try to let her take the lead and
then make sure you do your best to please her."

   "Do you ever talk to Dad about me, I mean, about some of the sex stuff
I've done?" I asked.

   "I talk to him a lot, Kerry.  Joanne and I kind of like the way your Dad
and Mom have raised you.  We're trying to decide whether we can raise our
two boys the way you've been raised."

   "You didn't answer my question," I said.

   "He doesn't get into specifics in anything you and Arial and Kavan have
done.  He told me about the weekend all of you spent at the cabin in
February.  He said you kids convinced him and Siobhan to quit being parents
and just be kids again and you all had a lot of fun.  If it was like the
week we were there last August, I'll bet it was fun.  That's the sort of
thing Joanne and I'd like to do."

   "Well, why haven't you?"

   "Kerry, it's not easy on a woman to carry a child.  Joanne's a great
mother.  She makes sure she does everything she can to have a good healthy
baby.  We've been thinking more about having a baby than we have about
having fun."

   "Do you have to stop having sex after the baby gets big?"

   "No, not really, you just have to be more considerate of a woman.  Don't
expect a blowjob when she's got a touch of morning sickness unless you want
to get puked on - that sort of thing.  A woman doesn't want her legs bent
back over my shoulders when she's got a big belly.  Joanne likes it when
I'm spooned up to her with `bout half my dick in her.  A lot of it's just
common sense.  Sex doesn't have to stop; you just have to do what she wants
to do."

   "Do you like it then?"

   "Yeah, sure, I really do.  It's always good with her.  When she's
pregnant, I know it's my baby too.  She's the one carrying the baby but
it's something we both care for.  Gentle slow sex is great too, Kerry."

   "Did your Dad ever tell you about what he and your Mom did with my Dad,
you know, so your Mom could have you?"

   "Yeah, he told me.  Once I got over the shock, after I decided he would
always be my Dad, even if Kieran is my biological father, we talked a lot.
I think he got a kick out of remembering what he and Mom had done with your
Dad and telling me about it.t"

   "Well, do you ever talk with my Dad about it?  I wonder sometimes how he
felt when he was just sixteen and already a father."

   "We've talked about it lots of times.  Just a few weeks ago, he was
telling me about some of the things he learned from Mom and Dad, especially
their attitude toward sex.  I asked him how he'd feel if I invited you to
fool around with me and Joanne like that."

   "What did he say?"

   "He just said it was OK, just to be sure to teach you the things that
will make you into a good man and a good husband someday."

   "What were you like when you were a teenager?  Did you screw around a
lot?"

   "Yeah, I was pretty wild.  I looked a lot like you and the girls in
Oregon were pretty free with their favors.  I got my first blowjob when I
was twelve and my first fuck when I was fourteen.  I helped a few girls
give up their virginity, especially in high school.  Now can I ask you a
question?"

   "May I?"

   "OK, I'll say `May I?' but I'm going to start correcting your grammar
too."

   "`Can I?' is OK then."

   "Did Kavan ever tell you what we did when we were at the cabin last
August?"

   "No, but I know you and Joanne spent a night with him and Kathryn.  I
don't think you were playing Rook.  What did you do?"

   "Kavan was trying to teach me something - something you guys have
already learned."

   "What?"

   "Not to be so fucking afraid of touching another guy.  To quit being so
damned homophobic, if that's the right word."

   "What do you mean?  Are you afraid of homosexuals?  Lots of guys are
afraid of being called a homosexual."

   "No.  I just mean afraid of any sort of physical intimacy between guys.
It was something that happened last August.  Kavan saw how uncomfortable I
was when your Dad hugged me when we were both naked - it was right after we
came back from running, me and him and Kavan.  You came in the kitchen
naked and Kieran hugged you.  Then he hugged me."

   "So what?  Dad's a hugger.  He hugs all of us and it doesn't make any
difference whether we've got clothes on or not.  It's not about sex; it's
about love."

   "Well, I wasn't used to being hugged by a guy, especially with both of
us naked.  Kavan picked up on it and tried to get me to relax.  When we
were at the cabin, Joanne and I were playing with him and Kathryn and he
did something that's about as intimate as two guys can get."

   "Shit, I don't think either of you fucked the other so I'm guessing he
sucked your dick.  Did he?"

   "Yeah.  They tied me down and blindfolded me.  Then they all three went
down on me.  I thought it was just Joanne and Kathryn."

   "Well, how did you feel about it?"

   "Panicked, at least for a minute or so.  Then I thought about why he'd
done it.  He'd been telling how he'd grown up, I mean, being relaxed about
being touched by another guy, like when you're playing king of the creek. I
asked him about it once and he just smiled and said the devil made him do
it.  He said doing something homosexual was about as drastic as anything he
could think of to make me quit being homophobic.  I guess it was."

   "Damn, I don't think he's ever done anything like that before."

   "He said he hadn't.  I hadn't either so we tied him up and the three of
us sucked his dick.  Except he wasn't blindfolded and he saw me do it."

   "It didn't make you queer after all, did it?"

   "Nope.  It just made everything easier after that.  I didn't have any
real trouble eating stuffed pussy."

   "What's that?"

   "You don't know?"

   "Uh, uh."

   "It's going down on a woman when she'd got a dick in her pussy.  Want to
try it tonight?  I'll do it if you will."

   "Fuck, yeah, I'll try anything, Stuart.  Except bend over and let you
fuck me in the ass."

   "Don't worry, Kerry.  I'm not into little boys.  Girls turn me on, not
guys.  I like you but not that way."

   "Stuart, did you and Joanne ever do anything with anybody else before
you moved here, you know, stuff like we did last August at the cabin?"

   "No, not really, not after we married.  I met Joanne my last year in
college and we got married while I was in grad school.  I calmed down a lot
then, maybe too much.  I think I paid too much attention to getting my
doctorate and not enough to my wife.  I'm doing my best to put her first in
my life again.  That's the sort of thing I talk to Kieran about, how to
make a really good marriage.  I'd like mine to be like his."

   "Yeah, I hope mine is too.  Mom and Dad seem like they really love each
other.  Do you think Mom's beautiful?'

   "Yes, Kerry, she is.  She's unusual.  That red hair of hers is really
something.  Some women might not like to have freckles on their cheeks and
nose and forehead but they're part of her beauty.  And then the stuff most
people never see, boy, the first time I saw her naked, I couldn't believe
it.  Later, I told Kieran he was a lucky son of a bitch and he just smiled
and said he thought so too."

   "I like to look at her face when she doesn't know I'm watching her," I
said.  "She almost always looks happy and that just makes her more
beautiful."

   "I know what you mean," Stuart said.  "A couple of days after I first
met her, I was watching her, looking at her face, thinking about how
beautiful she was, and she looked up and caught me.  Her eyes lit up and
she got just a little bit of a smile and then she puckered up her lips and
acted like she was throwing me a kiss.  It was really something."

   "Do you..." I started, and Stuart cut me off.

   "Kerry, are you going to keep asking me questions or are we going to get
to work?"

   "OK, we'll work.  But don't forget you're going to show me how to eat a
stuffed pussy tonight."

   We worked together for a couple of hours on his research.  He explained
what he was trying to do and I understood some of it.  He asked me to
replicate some stuff he'd done, entering it into the program on his
computer.  We came up with the same results and he seemed pleased that he'd
done it right.  He wasn't fooling me.  He knew he'd done it right.  He just
wanted to see if I could.

   Joanne nursed Kieran Lee again just before we ate so he'd be peaceful
and let her enjoy her dinner.  I offered to help Stuart but he said I would
be enough help if I just kept little Paul out of trouble.  I picked him up
and we watched Kieran Lee getting his dinner for a few minutes.  Then I
carried him outside and we watched Stuart grill the steaks.

   When we ate, I put little Paul in his high chair next to me so I could
help him.  He wanted me to cut up his steak and then he tried to use his
fork.  Sometimes he got it in his mouth that way; sometimes he just used
his fat little hand.

   Mr.  Jack and Ms.  Lauren came in the kitchen while we were eating.  He
was in a tuxedo and she was in an evening gown, and, boy, they were really
something to look at.  Mr.  Jack's salt and pepper beard was short and neat
but his hair was still long and combed back.  He was tall, probably taller
than Dad, and just as slim.  He looked like some character out of an old
movie.  Ms.  Lauren was just as elegant.  She looked taller and I saw she
had on what Mom calls medium heels.  Her gown looked pretty damn expensive
and it was perfect on her.

   I told Mr.  Jack I wished I had a tux and could take Ms.  Lauren
dancing. He said he heard I'd already danced with her.  I wasn't sure
whether he really meant dancing since I didn't know what Ms.  Lauren had
told him.  I just said I liked dancing, especially with her.  He said maybe
they could rent me a tux and then let me go with them the next time they
went.  After they left, Joanne asked me whether I would really like to go
to a dance like that or whether I was just being nice.  I didn't have to
think about it; I told her I'd love to get a tux and go dancing if I could
get me a girl or borrow somebody else's.

   After we cleaned the kitchen, we all went for a walk in the woods. 
Stuart put Kieran Lee in his papoose carrier and little Paul walked most of
the way by himself.  Stuart was clearing a trail that looped around the
crest of the hill.  Part of the trail followed an old roadbed and it was
easy walking.  When little Paul got tired, I carried him for a while and
then Joanne took a turn.

   When we got back to the house, we all went in the great room of the new
house.  The evening sun was pouring in through the window wall.  I knew the
glass was treated to keep out the heat and the glare but the room was
almost too warm and too bright.  Stuart had showed me how to use the
control system to adjust everything and he handed me the remote.  I guess
he thought I was going to play with it but I fooled him.  I lowered the
blinds right the first time and adjusted them to cut out most of the light.
Then I turned on the ceiling fans and set them to low.  When I handed the
remote back, he just nodded and smiled.

   In front of the stone fireplace, there were two big leather couches
facing each other, separated by an oriental rug with a big coffee table on
it.  Stuart and I moved the table so little Paul would have room to play.
Joanne sat down on one of the couches and put Kieran Lee down on the
cushion beside her.  Stuart and I took the other couch and little Paul
started running around and yelling.  We all just sat and watched him for a
while.

   When he came to me saying "Naky time," trying to take off his shirt, I
looked at Joanne and she nodded.  I pulled his shirt up and off, sat him in
my lap while I took off his sneakers and socks, then stood him up and
pulled his shorts and briefs off.  He grabbed my hand and started saying,
"You too, Unca Kerry."

   I looked at Joanne again and she just smiled and nodded again.  I hadn't
seen her naked since last fall, before the baby started making her belly
big.  We'd already started being nudies around our house again now that the
weather was warm.  I didn't know whether the Andersens were going to be
nudists too but I wanted to get naked and play with little Paul.  He was
trying to untie the laces on my sneakers so I just heel-toed them off and
then zipped off everything else.

   I got little Paul down on the rug, started wrestling with him, and had
him laughing and screaming in just a minute or so.  I blew some big wet
bubbles on his fat little belly and he loved it.  I looked at Joanne and
Stuart to see whether it was OK and they were smiling.  Joanne was holding
Kieran Lee in her lap so he could watch us too.  He was waving both arms
and he looked like he was grinning at me.  Paul attacked me and I let him
pin me down so he could blow bubbles on my stomach.

   Then Stuart stood up and stripped and got in on the fun.  Little Paul
and I ganged up on him and blew bubbles on his stomach while he pretended
to fight us off.  Stuart made me get on hands and knees and give little
Paul a ride on my back.  Then he showed me how he did leg lifts lying on
his back while Paul was straddling his ankles and holding on to his calves.
I tried it too but I couldn't lift him more than a couple of times.

   "I wish Lauren was here so she could see what you three naked jay birds
are doing on her oriental rug," Joanne said when we stopped to rest for a
minute.  "If you make Paul pee on it, you can pay to have it cleaned."

   I looked at the rug.  It was beautiful but it looked a little worn
already and I couldn't see why she would care that much.  She saw me
looking at the rug.

   "It's a very expensive oriental rug, Kerry," she said.  "It's very old
and rare and a lot of museums would love to have it to display."

   "Then why does she have it on the floor?" I asked.

   "Because that's the way Mom is," Stuart yelled.  Then he grabbed me and
wrestled me down again and little Paul piled on us.

   We played for a while longer, until it was almost dark in the room. 
Joanne made us stop and we all went in the kitchen for a bowl of ice cream.
Little Paul fed himself and got it all over his face and belly.  Kieran Lee
started fussing so Joanne opened her shirt, lifted her nursing bra, and
stuck her nipple in his mouth.  Stuart and I sat and watched her while she
ate a big bowl of ice cream and Kieran Lee nursed.  I started getting a
hard-on watching her so I pushed my dick down, crossed my legs on it, and
then finished off my ice cream.  Joanne saw what I did and she just smiled.

   When we finished, we all went over to the old house to get ready for
bed. Joanne took Kieran Lee to the boys' room to change his diaper while
Stuart and I took little Paul to the big bathroom for a shower.  He was
used to me giving him a bath and he loved it because I played with him.  I
scrubbed him all over except for his dick while Stuart watched.

   "You missed something," Stuart said.

   "Uh uh, watch this," I said.

   I soaped up the washcloth real good and handed it to Paul.

   "Wash behind your ears, Buddy," I said.

   He leaned over so he could see over his belly, pulled his foreskin back
with one hand, and washed his dick with the cloth in the other.  He popped
a boner about as quickly as I do and then looked up at me and Stuart with a
big grin on his face.  He handed the cloth back to me

   "You do it too, Unca Kerry."

   He and Stuart watched me do it too.  I stopped before my dick stood
straight up like his.  I started to rinse the cloth but Paul stopped me.

   "Dad do it too," he insisted, giggling.

   I passed the cloth to Stuart and he washed behind his ears while Paul
and I watched.  His dick didn't stand up either but it filled out some.

   "Well, I guess it makes sense now," Stuart said.  "I wondered why he
kept saying something about washing behind his ears when I washed under his
foreskin.  I didn't know where the hell he'd learned that."

   "Yeah, I taught it to him," I said.  "Grandpa Stuart taught it to Dad
and Uncle Alan.  When they were little he'd tell them to wash behind their
ears and they knew he meant to skin their dick back and scrub it.  Dad used
to say the same thing to me and Kavan."

   "Well, I guess we can teach Kieran Lee the same thing, can't we, Paul?"

   Paul giggled and said, "Yeah."

   Stuart started to turn the shower off but I stopped him and asked him if
he wanted a back scrub.

   "Whose back have you been scrubbing, Squirt?" he asked.

   "Kavan's and Dad's.  We always did it when we were growing up.  Lots of
times when we showered together we'd do it for each other.  We still do it
sometimes."

   "Well, any time you shower with me, you can do mine for me.  Joanne does
it sometimes but we don't get to shower together much lately."

   "Just do like Dad did with me and Kavan.  Shower with little Paul and
Kieran Lee and you can teach them to do it.  This shower is big enough for
a bunch of people."

   "Yeah, I like that big shower you've got in your basement.  I especially
liked the way we all showered together last August.  That's why I made this
one so big."

   "Grandpa Stuart has a big one in his basement too.  He and Dad and Uncle
Alan used to shower together.  That's why Dad put in a big one for us when
we bought the house."

   I scrubbed Stuart's back and then I braced my hands on the wall so
Stuart could do me.  He was too easy with the soapy cloth and I had to tell
him to rub harder, like I did.  Little Paul watched us and then he put his
hands against the wall so we could do his back.

   Afterwards Stuart sat him on the counter and brushed his hair and then
brushed his teeth.  I got my bag and did my own hair and teeth.  Stuart did
his too while little Paul waited, watching us.  When we finished, Stuart
put him down on the floor.  He ran over to the urinals, to the lower one,
and then turned and looked at Stuart.

   "Come on, Dad," he said.  "Let's pee."

   "Let Unca Kerry do it with you tonight," Stuart said.

   I did it with him while Stuart leaned back on the counter and watched
us. Little Paul did a pretty good job and peed in the urinal most of the
time.  He missed a little when he looked up at me doing it.

   We all went in Stuart and Joanne's bedroom so little Paul could get his
goodnight kiss.  Joanne was on the bed playing with Kieran Lee.  Stuart
picked Paul up and held him over for his kiss.  Then I took him to his own
bedroom so I could read to him.  He picked out two books for me to read but
he was asleep before I finished the first one.

   When I went back to the other bedroom, all the lights were out except
for a little one on the chest opposite the bed.  Stuart and Joanne were
both sprawled out naked on the king-size bed propped up with pillows. 
Joanne had her ankles crossed so I couldn't see much except some dark hair.
Kieran Lee was asleep between them but his mouth was still sucking.

   I didn't really know whether they wanted me to sleep in the bed with tem
or maybe sleep somewhere else.  The bed was big enough for three but I
didn't know whether they wanted me in the middle like Kieran Lee or maybe
Joanne would be in the middle.

   Joanne held up one finger to her lips so I knew to be quiet.  Then
Stuart picked up Kieran Lee and took him to the boys' bedroom.  Joanne
patted the mattress beside her and I knew she meant it was OK for me to get
in their bed.  I crawled in at the foot of the bed and sat down
cross-legged.  I didn't want to be in Stuart's place when he came back.

   "We're trying to get the boys used to sleeping in the same room," Joanne
said.  "Kieran Lee usually wakes up once during the night now.  Sometimes
Stuart goes and gets him for me.  I nurse him here in the bed and then put
him back down.  If you sleep with us, we might wake you up."

   "Is it really OK for me to sleep with you and Stuart?" I asked.  "When I
asked him where I was going to sleep, he said we might all fool around a
little and then I'd sleep with you and him.  Is it really alright with you
too?"

   "Yes, it's OK with me, Kerry," she said.  "Stuart and I've talked about
it and we both think it would be fun if just once in a while we could play
like we did at the cabin."

   "Well, what am I supposed to do?  I've learned a lot about sex already
but..."

   She cut me off.  "Don't worry about it, Kerry.  We don't have a program
planned.  We just thought it would be nice to relax and enjoy being with
each other.  I imagine you and Stuart will think of something to do with
me. He always does.  I think I know a couple of things you might enjoy."

   I was about to ask what when I felt Stuart's hands on my shoulders.  I
hadn't even heard him come back in the room.

   "Show him what we did last weekend, Honey," Stuart said.

   Joanne uncrossed her ankles, moved her legs apart, and then spread them
wide with both legs raised and knees bent.  I could see her pussy and
everything but I didn't know what Stuart meant.  I looked up at Joanne's
face and she was smiling at me.  Stuart rubbed my shoulders and pulled me
back against him.  I could feel his thighs and dick against my back.

   "Do you like it?" he asked.

   I looked back down at her pussy again.  It was all neat and looked like
I knew it was supposed to but I still didn't know what Stuart meant.  Her
pubic hair was almost black and neat and short.  Underneath that I could
see the soft mound that curved back between her legs and then split.  At
the top of the slit I could see the little thingy where a woman's clitoris
is and then the little lips inside the mound where they stuck out a little.
I could even see a little pink where they separated and maybe even her
asshole or something dark further back.

   "Well, what do you think?" Stuart asked.

   "He doesn't know how hairy it usually is, Stuart," Joanne said.  "Show
him yours."

   Stuart walked around and got on the bed beside Joanne.  He spread his
legs and lifted them like Joanne had hers.  His balls hung down between his
legs and his big dick was half-hard and laying on one side on his leg.  I
looked back at Joanne and then at Stuart and then at Joanne and finally it
hit me.  Neither one of them had any hair down there except for right above
Stuart's dick and above Joanne's pussy.  I understood.  They'd shaved down
there.

   "Shit, you've both shaved it, haven't you?" I asked.

   Chapter Fifty-Six

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Stuart Andersen, 29; Joanne Andersen, 26; Paul
Andersen, 4; Kieran Lee Andersen, 4 months

   Kerry Stuart, 12 (almost 13)

   TELLING THE STORY Kerry Stuart

   <><><>

   (KERRY)

   "Shit, you've both shaved it, haven't you?" I asked.

   "Yeah, we did it when we were playing around last Saturday night,"
Stuart said.  "Joanne hadn't trimmed her pussy or shaved anything since
Kieran Lee was born.  She let me trim it and then I talked her into letting
me shave it.  She made me agree to let her shave me too."

   "She shaved your balls?" I asked.  They looked hairless like mine used
to be.

   Stuart lifted his balls up so I could see further back.  I couldn't see
any hair even back there.

   "Yeah, first time I've ever had that done.  She was good though; didn't
nick me even once."

   Joanne rolled forward and stretched out on her stomach with her face
right in front of me.  She pushed on my chest and I leaned back and propped
on my arms.  I looked down and my dick was pointed right at her face and I
didn't even remember it getting hard.  If I fired one, I'd probably shoot
her eye out.  She reached forward, ran her fingers through the hair above
my dick, and then lifted my balls up to look behind.

   "Will you let me shave you too, Kerry?" she asked.  "I promise to be
careful."

   "Oh, fuck, Joanne, I don't have enough hair down there to shave."

   She pulled the hair above my dick, ran her fingers around on my scrotum,
and then lifted my balls to look behind again.  She pulled on some hair on
my balls and then reached behind and pulled some back there I didn't even
know I had.

   "Stuart says his is already itchy," she said.  "Mine's a little scratchy
too.  If you'll let me and Stuart do you, we'll shave Stuart again and then
you two can shave me.  Is that OK, Stuart?"

   I looked at Stuart and he was grinning like mad and nodding his head up
and down.  He rolled forward and stretched out on his stomach beside
Joanne. He looked closely at my balls and then lifted them and looked
behind.

   "You've got lots of hair, Kerry," he said.  "It's just real fine and
blond like mine used to be.  You need a shave.  You need one real bad."

   I knew he was just teasing me.  I wanted them to do it but I didn't want
to look like a hairless little boy again.  I reached down and put my
fingers on the hair above my dick, what little there was.

   "You can't shave this," I said.

   "OK, we won't," Joanne said.

   She started to get up and then touched a spot on the blanket.

   "Damn, I'm leaking again," she said.

   I looked where she had her fingers.  It looked like a little wet spot to
me.  At first I thought she meant her pussy was leaking but then I realized
that the spot was where her breasts had been.

   "Well, we can fix that," Stuart said.  "Would you like to help me stop
her from leaking, Kerry?"

   I didn't know what to say.  I looked at Joanne's breasts and saw one
little white drop hanging on one nipple.  How could we stop her from
leaking?  Then I remembered what they'd teased me about earlier.

   "Shit, I thought you were just kidding me about that this afternoon."

   Joanne just smiled at me and moved up to the head of the bed.  She lay
down, propped up on a couple of pillows, lifted her breasts with her hands,
and looked at me again.

   "Which one do you want, Kerry?" she asked.

   "They're both good," Stuart said.  "You pick one and I'll take the
other."

   I crawled up beside her and looked again.  The white drop was gone but I
remembered where I'd seen it.  I put my finger on the nipple of the breast
closest to me.

   "This one's mine," I said.

   Stuart crawled up on his side of the bed, laid down, and leaned over
Joanne.  I didn't wait for him.  I leaned over, took her nipple in my
mouth, and started sucking real easy.  I tasted something warm and sweet on
my tongue, sweeter than regular milk.  I looked up when Stuart took the
other nipple and I saw him wink at me.  Then I felt Joanne's hand behind my
head, pulling me down.  I shut my eyes and sucked and swallowed and sucked
and swallowed.  It felt like it was going straight to my dick.

   "You can stop now," Joanne said, after a little while.  "I think they're
both empty."

   I opened my eyes and looked up.  Stuart was lying beside Joanne, propped
on his elbow.  They were both looking at me.

   "Did you like that?" Stuart asked, grinning at me.  I looked at Joanne,
grinned too, and nodded hard enough to give me whiplash.

   Joanne crawled off the bed and stood up.  She held out both hands to us.
"Come on, let's go play," she said.

   She led the way and Stuart and I followed her to the big bathroom. 
Stuart was humming, "Shave and a hair cut, two bits." I tried to hum the
tune from the Barber of Seville where Buggs spins Elmer up in the barber
chair.  Joanne started giggling and then Stuart grabbed my butt with both
hands from behind and I bumped into Joanne's butt with my dick.  She swung
her hand around behind her to swat me but she missed.  Stuart pulled open
the door to the bathroom and waited for us.  I tried to grab his dick when
I went in but he dodged my hand.

   In the bathroom, Stuart went in the sauna and adjusted the heat
controls. While we waited, Joanne wrapped her arms around me from behind
and pulled me back against her.  She slid her hands down my stomach and
curled one over my balls and the other around my dick.  I could feel her
soft breasts against my back and her bush against my buns.  Stuart turned
around and caught us.  He grinned and shook his head.

   "OK, Kerry," Stuart asked, "do you want to go first?"

   I guess I was ready for anything like I always am but this was something
new.  I wanted to see how it was done before they shaved me.  I sort of
hated for Joanne to take her hands off me too.

   "Naah, I want you to go first," I said.  Joanne slid her hand up and
down on my dick, pressed herself against me harder, and rubbed her bush
around on my butt.

   Stuart didn't argue.  "OK, but you'd better be careful.  I'm not sure I
want to trust my balls to you."

   He opened a cabinet and pulled out some white towels.  I didn't know
what I was supposed to do so I just watched.  Next he pulled the wooden
bench over closer to the sinks and spread one towel over it.  He rolled up
another towel and put it on one end.  Then he straddled the bench and laid
down on his back, legs spread wide, knees bent, feet still on the floor,
and his head on the rolled towel.  He put his hands together on his stomach
and looked up at us.

   "OK, I'm ready," he said.  "If Joanne can turn loose of your fucking
dick, you two can shave me."

   Joanne turned loose of my fucking dick, swatted me on the butt, and
moved over to the other side of Stuart.  I looked down at his balls,
hanging down between his legs, and his dick, off to one side on his thigh.
I couldn't see anything that looked like it needed shaving.  Joanne must
have seen that I was a little confused about it.  She reached down and
lifted Stuart's balls.  I couldn't see any hair, just the line from his
balls that ran all the way back to his asshole.

   "Run your fingers over that," she said, "and then feel his balls."

   I dragged my fingers up the dark line behind his balls and it was as
sticky as a bunch of little briars.  Then I cupped my hand over his balls
and I could feel little stickles again.

   "You mean it's like that in just seven days," I said.  "Why does anybody
want to shave down there?  Doesn't it itch?"

   "You just wait," Stuart said.  "It feels so gooood when you're shaved.
You're gonna love it when Joanne rubs your balls with lotion."

   Joanne ran hot water in the sink and then soaped up a cloth.  She gave
it to me and I just stood there like a dummy until she told me to use it on
Stuart.  I didn't understand why because I knew he was clean from showering
with me and little Paul.

   She picked up a couple of folded towels, handed me one, and then got
down on her knees on her towel beside Stuart.  I knelt down on my towel on
the other side.  Stuart's dick was still lying on his leg and looked like
it was just a little short of getting hard now.  I lifted his balls with
one hand and started washing with the other.

   "The warm soapy water is what makes the hair soft," Joanne said.  "Let
the water soak in for a few minutes and you'll always get a better shave."

   She held Stuart's dick straight up, pulled the foreskin down, and put
her mouth over the head.  I held the washcloth on his balls and watched
until she straightened up.  His dick flopped back down on his stomach,
almost up to his naval.  It was hard now but just not stiff like mine.

   "Kerry, you need to learn how to shave," Stuart said.  "You'll be doing
it in a few years.  It's the same whether it's on your face or between your
legs."

   "Shit, I'd start shaving tomorrow if I had somebody who would suck my
dick," I said.

   Joanne took the cloth out of my hand and wrapped it around Stuart's
balls.  "Stand up," she said.

   When I did, she leaned over Stuart, pulled my dick down to horizontal,
pushed my foreskin the rest of the way back, and took the head in her
mouth. I shut my eyes and held on to her shoulders while she tried to suck
my balls out through my dick.

   Somebody slapped me on my butt and I looked down.  It was Stuart,
looking up at me with a big grin on his face.  Joanne stopped what she was
doing and grinned at me too.  I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to
tell myself not to get in a hurry.

   We shaved Stuart again, from asshole to belly button, including his
balls and the skin on his dick where hair was growing, everything except
for the patch just above his dick.  Joanne shaved one side and told me what
to do and then I did the other side.  Stuart's dick even tried to cooperate
by standing up over his stomach.  He just watched us, his hands on his
stomach, and a big grin still on his face.  We didn't nick him, not even
once.

   "Kerry, you really could use a shave," he said, when he sat up.  "You've
got a little mustache and you've got long hair too far down beside your
ears."

   I did what Arial does, just stuck my tongue out at him.  I knew I had a
little hair on my upper lip, especially close to the corners of my mouth,
but it was real light and I didn't see why it needed shaving.  And I didn't
care if my hair was long on the sides.  Stuart's hair was long too and had
been as long as I'd known him.  I'd been parting my hair in the middle and
then just combing it back over my ears, just like his, for months now.

   "I started shaving when I was thirteen," Stuart said.  "I got a few zits
and Dad taught me how to wash my face and shave.  He said shaving would
help clean the oil out of my pores and keep my face clear.  I guess it did
the job until I was about sixteen.  I got zits for a year or so then but
they weren't bad."

   "Yeah, Kerry, you lie down and let us shave your face too," Joanne said.
"You're beautiful and I wouldn't want you to get zits."

   I didn't care if they shaved my face.  I'd already agreed that they
could shave down below.  I straddled the bench and got in the same position
Stuart had been, my legs spread with my feet on the floor, my hands on my
stomach.  I shut my eyes and waited.

   Somebody put a warm wet towel over my face, curving it around so that my
nose was the only thing uncovered.  Then somebody started washing all
around my dick and balls with a warm washcloth.  It did feel good to have
somebody else do it.  Then somebody wrapped another wet towel around so
that only part of my dick was sticking out.  That was OK too.  I started to
relax and enjoy it and then somebody started sucking the head of my dick.
That was more than OK; it was great.  I just relaxed and enjoyed it.

   "Don't go to sleep, Kerry," Joanne said.  Then I realized somebody was
still sucking my dick at the same time she was talking.  I pulled the wet
towel off my face and looked.  Stuart was looking at me, grinning, and
Joanne was whispering in his ear.

   "What's the matter?" Stuart asked.

   "Nothing," I said.  I didn't see how I could have been mistaken.  She
had been talking while somebody's mouth was on my dick.  It had to have
been Stuart's.  I decided I'd just play dumb and see what they would do;
maybe I would show him I didn't mind sucking his dick either.

   Stuart lathered up my face and then he shaved me.  He told me how I
should always shave down on my cheeks and up on my throat and how I should
wash around my nose every day because that was where oil glands were.  I
already knew that.  I'd watched Dad more times than I could count and he'd
told me how to shave.  He'd even shaved me once.  It was nice to have
Stuart shave me though.

   When they were through Joanne leaned over and gave me a kiss on my
cheek. Stuart stuck his tongue out at me and then kissed me on the other
cheek.  Joanne stuck her tongue out at Stuart and then kissed me on the
mouth and even pushed her tongue between my lips.  I looked up at Stuart,
not really asking him to kiss me, but just wondering if he would.  He did.
He shrugged his shoulders, leaned over, gave me a good kiss, and even used
his tongue.  I tried to bite it but he was too quick.

   Then Stuart pulled the towel off my crotch and lathered me up down
there. When he handed the razor to Joanne, I wasn't so sure I wanted her to
shave me.  She and Stuart swapped out though just like I'd done with her
when she and I were shaving him.  Stuart bent my dick all around, sort of
like shifting gears, so Joanne could shave the skin on it where it joins my
balls.  They didn't cut me even when they were shaving my balls.

   Last Stuart made me put my feet up on the bench so he could shave back
between my legs.  I told him I didn't have any hair there but he shaved it
anyway and then showed me a bunch of hair on the razor.  When they were
finished, Joanne wiped me clean with a cloth and then leaned over and
kissed my dick on its head.  I looked at Stuart to see what he was going to
do.  He leaned over, kissed my dick too, and then stuck his tongue out at
me.

   Joanne got in position on the bench, took a couple of deep breaths, and
shut her eyes.  I'd helped Arial shave around her pussy a couple of times
but I'd never helped shave a grown woman.  Stuart let me use a soapy cloth
on her and I tried to do it as gently as possible.  I'd never washed a
woman's pussy and I didn't know exactly how to do it.  I knew a woman
didn't want stuff like oils and lotions in her vagina but I didn't know
about soap.  Joanne reached down with both hands and pulled her big lips
wide and so I just rubbed her pussy real easy.

   Stuart was ready with another warm washcloth and he wiped all the
soapsuds away.  The skin around Joanne's pussy was darker than Arial's or
Mom's but the inside was just as pink.  I think my dick liked what it saw
because it started throbbing and jerking a little.

   Stuart leaned over and kissed Joanne on her belly, looked up at me, and
then got down on his knees between her legs.  He gave her pussy a couple of
long licks all the way to her clitoris.  He looked up at me, licked his
lips, and then did it some more.  I waited to see if he'd give me a turn. I
wanted to do it too.

   When he moved out of the way and motioned for me to take his place, I
knew it would be OK for me to do it too.  I kissed her tummy, stuck my
tongue in her belly button, and then shut my eyes and gave her pussy
another good licking.  I tried to do as good a job as Stuart.  I licked her
from just short of her asshole, up through her little lips, on up to her
clitoris, and then I really licked that a few times.  My dick really liked
for me to do that.  It was so stiff I could have cracked a nut with it.

   "You boys are supposed to be shaving me," Joanne said.  "Can't you wait
until we get in bed to do that?"

   "It was Kerry," Stuart lied.  "I told him to wait."

   "He's lying, Joanne," I said.  "He put me up to doing it."

   "Well, I'll give both of you a half hour to stop," Joanne said.  "Each!"

   We stopped.  We shaved her, Stuart on one side and then me on the other.
When we were finished, Stuart made me use my tongue to see if everything
was smooth.  It was and I told Stuart it was but he decided to use his
tongue to check anyway.  I guess Joanne decided we'd played with her long
enough.  She sat up, stretched out her arms and then her legs, and stood
up.

   "OK, let's get the lotion," she said.  "We'll do Stuart first again,
Kerry next, and then me.  I'll bet Kerry will really like this."

   I didn't know what she meant but they showed me.  Stuart got on the
bench on his stomach and I helped Joanne rub him with lotion on his back.
Joanne told me the lotion was some she'd been using on her stomach since
Kieran Lee was born to help it get smooth again.  She said Stuart had
rubbed it on her lots of times and he usually got into trouble doing it.  I
knew she meant he usually got his dick into her.  She said she'd rubbed him
with the lotion last Saturday night after she shaved him and he really
liked it.

   When we were rubbing Stuart's back, I could tell from the way he groaned
and sighed that he liked it.  Then Joanne slapped him on the butt and he
turned over on his back.  His dick was all red and standing up above his
stomach and so I guess it liked it too.  Joanne held the lotion bottle and
squirted some on my hands.  She told me to rub it on his balls and
everywhere we'd shaved and see how smooth it was.  It was really smooth on
his balls and behind them the skin was as smooth as little Paul's butt.

   Joanne held his dick straight up and squirted a big dollop of lotion
right on the head.  Before it could run down on the shaft, she smeared it
all over his dick.  Then she pulled the skin on his dick down tight and
slid her other hand up and down a few times.  I looked at Stuart's face and
I could tell he either liked that a lot or else he was dying.

   She pointed at me and then at Stuart's dick so I did the same thing
she'd done.  Stuart's dick was big and red and hard and I knew I had to be
careful.  My dick had been hot and hard so long, I knew it would blast off
with just a couple of strokes like I was giving Stuart.  I guess Stuart
knew it too.  He reached down, grabbed my hand, and made me stop.

   He opened his eyes, breathed heavily a couple of times, smiled, and
stood up.  "OK, Kerry, it's your turn," he said.

   I handed his towel to him, spread mine out on the bench, and then lay
down on my stomach.  My legs were hanging off too much and I wasn't
comfortable so I scooted up a little.  I lifted up my butt and straightened
my hard-on up toward my stomach.  Then I had to figure out where to put my
hands.  I did what Stuart had done.  I brought them together under my head
and shut my eyes.  I was ready.

   "I'm going to do your shoulders and back," Stuart said.  "Joanne's going
to do your butt and your legs.  Let us know if you're about to come."

   "Shit, I'm close to it already," I groaned.

   Stuart knelt down on the side in front of my face, put lotion on his
hands, and started.  It felt great to have both his hands rubbing all up
and down my back.  Then Joanne started with her hands on one leg.  That
felt even better.  By the time Stuart was working on my shoulders and
Joanne was kneading my ass and thighs, I felt even closer to coming.

   Somebody slapped me on the butt.  "OK, Kerry, turn over," Joanne said.
"Stuart's going to do your chest and I'm going to do your stomach."

   I rolled over and tried to get comfortable again.  Stuart tucked the
rolled-up towel under my head and I put my hands together at my waist.  My
dick was rigid, up at an angle over my stomach.  I was ready for her to rub
it too.  The overhead light was shining directly down in my face so I
grabbed a towel and laid it over my forehead and eyes.

   "I'm ready," I said.

   "Yeah, you sure are," Stuart said.  "Do you want us to do something for
you?"

   "Yeah," I whispered.

   "What?" Joanne whispered.

   "Oh, fuck, I don't know," I said.  "Just do something, OK?"

   They both worked on me for a few minutes, Stuart on my chest and Joanne
on my stomach, and I waited for somebody to lotion up my dick and balls. 
Finally I felt a big spurt of something cool on my scrotum and them
somebody's hands smearing it all over.  I tried to relax and enjoy it.

   There was no way I could relax.  I felt a hand on my balls, just gently
rolling them around and teasing me.  Then I felt a finger slide down behind
them all the way back to my asshole.  I tried to tighten up but that didn't
stop the finger.  It slid back and I squirmed and it just pushed against my
pucker one time and then slid back out from between my buns.  Relax, hell,
there was no way I could relax.  The muscles in my legs and butt were tight
and my stomach felt about as hard as Kavan's gets when he shows off his
six-pack.  Then I felt somebody straighten my dick up with two fingers.

   "Look, Stuart, Kerry's dick is drooling," Joanne said.  "I didn't know
little boys did that."

   "Damn, it sure is," Stuart said.  "Maybe he's not a little boy after
all. Do you think he can shoot off yet?"

   "I don't know," Joanne teased.  "Do you think we can find out?"

   "I don't know," Stuart teased.  "What do you think he wants us to do?"

   I just lay there, eyes shut, without saying a word.  I knew they were
teasing me.  I knew somebody was going to find out what happened when I
came.

   Somebody wrapped their hand around my dick and then I felt another spurt
of lotion right on the head.  I pulled in my breath and held it and waited.
I think every muscle in me was tight.  I felt a hand, maybe two hands,
maybe three or four, all over me down there.  Everything was so slick with
the lotion and it felt so damn good I could hardly stand it.

   Somebody put a hand on my balls and started slipping and sliding all
around them.  The fickle finger even slid back to my pucker again and gave
me a quick tease before moving on.  At the same time, another hand was
moving up and down on my dick, just real slow, sliding the skin up and down
like I do when I jack off.  The muscles in my butt were so tight they were
lifting me off the bench.  I didn't see how I could stand any more.

   Then I felt two hands on my dick and I knew what I was about to get. 
One hand pulled the skin on my dick down so tight that it almost hurt. 
Another hand slid up my dick, squeezing tight, up over the head, and off.
Then back down, still squeezing tight.  Damn, it was a two-handed jack off
like I do sometimes.  The lotion made everything so slippery and so damn
good.  I got the same treatment again.  And then I got it again.  And then
a few more times.  I was about one second away from coming when everything
stopped.

   "Are you about to come, Kerry?" Stuart whispered in my ear.  I nodded.
The towel slid off my face and Stuart put it back.  My heart was pounding
too hard and I was breathing too hard to do anything else.

   Joanne whispered in my other ear, "Kerry, I'm going to clean the lotion
off your dick and off my hands.  I don't think it'll hurt your dick but I
don't want to taste it and I don't want any in my pussy."

   I nodded and the towel slid off my face again.  I put it back over my
eyes and squeezed out a "Yeah!" What else could I say?  Maybe I wasn't
going to get just a hand-job after all.

   Stuart kept massaging me while Joanne washed her hands.  He worked on my
shoulders first and then slid his hands down over my chest to my stomach. I
moved my hands to my sides so he'd rub lower down but he stopped just short
of my dick.

   "You like oral sex, Kerry?" he asked, whispering, his face just over
mine.

   "Yeah," I whispered back.

   "OK, Squirt, you just relax and we'll take care of you," he whispered.

   I felt a hot wet cloth on my dick and balls and I knew Joanne was back.
She wiped everything off my dick and balls and then wiped me dry with
another towel.  Then she wrapped one hand around my dick and started
sliding it up and down real slow.  I felt Stuart moving around and I
wondered where he was going.  Then I felt him put his hands on my legs and
slide them up to my balls.  Joanne's hand moved and Stuart's hand replaced
hers on my dick.  He did the same thing she did, jacking me real slow.  I
just relaxed some more and let him do it.

   After another swap, I felt Joanne start sucking on the head of my dick.
She'd suck me a little while Stuart jacked me and then she'd stop and she
would jack me some while she sucked some more.  I'd been hot and horny for
too long and I knew it wasn't going to be long before I came.

   She was doing a good job on my dick, sucking on the head while she slid
her mouth up and off and her tongue slid up the sensitive part just under
the head.  I guess they knew I was close because Stuart started jacking me
faster.  I couldn't be still.  The muscles in my stomach and butt and legs
started tensing like they always do and I started hunching upward into her
mouth.  When I started coming, I froze with my butt up off the bench and
let the squirts fly into her mouth.  It felt like my balls were emptying
out through my dick.

   When I stopped coming, Joanne took her mouth off and they swapped hands
again.  Somebody, I didn't know which one it was, kept jacking me real
slow, and just barely moving up and down.  It felt so damn good but I
wanted them to quit because my dick was too sensitive.  Then I felt
something warm on the head of my dick like somebody was spitting on me.  I
didn't know what the hell was going on.

   I pulled the towel off my face and looked down toward my dick.  Joanne
and Stuart were on opposite sides of me, both of them leaning over.  Joanne
was still jacking me, looking at me and grinning.  Stuart leaned closer to
my dick and spit on the head and I thought I saw white semen mixed in with
the spit.  I really didn't know what was going on.

   They swapped hands again and Stuart started jacking me and I started
squirming because I couldn't stand for anybody to do it anymore.  Then
Joanne leaned over and spit on the head of my dick and it looked like she
was spitting out some of my come too.  I couldn't stand to be touched any
more and I tried to sit up and pull away from them.

   Stuart pushed me back down and then leaned over and spit again, just a
little bit.  He turned and looked at me and grinned.

   "What's the matter, Kerry?" he asked.  "I thought you wanted a good
blowjob."

   I didn't know what to say.  I'd thought it was Joanne sucking my dick. I
knew they'd both had their hands on me but I had been thinking it was
Joanne who had been sucking me.  Had Stuart been doing it too?  Were they
swapping mouths like they swapped hands?  Shit, I didn't know.

   "Who's been sucking your dick, Kerry?" Stuart asked.

   I just looked at him and I didn't know what to answer.  He and Joanne
were both grinning at me.

   "You can't tell the difference, can you?" Stuart asked.

   "Both of you?" I asked.

   "Yeah," Stuart said.  "When we were at the cabin last August, Kavan and
Kathryn and Joanne did it to me.  I thought you might enjoy it."

   "We tied him down and blindfolded him," Joanne said.  "Kavan surprised
the hell out of us when he took turns with us sucking Stuart's dick."

   "Yeah, it surprised me too," Stuart said.  "We tied Kavan down without a
blindfold and I helped Kathryn and Joanne suck his dick.  He said it was a
first for him and I know it was for me."

   I still didn't know what to say.  I didn't want to tell them that I'd
done it with Brad and with Kenjiro.  I didn't know whether Stuart wanted me
to suck his dick too.  I knew it wouldn't bother me if I did but I didn't
want them to start thinking I was queer or something if I did.

   Stuart grabbed a towel and wiped everything off my dick and balls.  My
dick wasn't stiff anymore but it wasn't exactly soft.  I knew it would
stand up again because I could tell it wasn't satisfied with just one time.
Stuart stood up and his dick was still hard and sticking straight out.

   "Come on," he said.  "Let's go sit in the sauna for a few minutes and
then go to bed."

   The sauna was maybe six feet by six and had wooden benches around the
back and one side wall with a little wooden table or footrest in the
middle. Just inside the door, there was small heater with a wood protective
shield around it.  I spread my towel and sat down on the bench where the
two parts came together and put my feet up on the footrest.  Joanne sat
down beside me and patted me on the inside of my leg.  Stuart checked the
thermometer on the wall, adjusted it a little, and then sat down on the
other side of me.  He put his feet up beside mine and Joanne did too.

   The temperature in the sauna wasn't all that hot.  It was about like it
gets on our hottest summer days.  It felt great.  I shut my eyes, leaned my
head back, and relaxed.  For a few minutes I listened to Joanne and Stuart
breathing on each side of me.  I'd just started sweating when I felt Stuart
get up.  He did something to the heater and steam started pouring out of
it. Within a few seconds I could hardly see the door.  Stuart sat back down
beside me and I put one hand on his leg and the other on Joanne's.

   "Well, whose turn is it now?" I asked.

   "Let's do Joanne," Stuart said.  "I love the taste of a sweaty pussy."

   "Nope," she said.  "You guys can just wait until I'm in the bed.  I want
to lay back and enjoy it.  These benches are too hard."

   "You didn't complain last Sunday night," Stuart said.

   "Well, your Mom did," Joanne said, giggling.  "She said she had a bad
case of slat butt when Jack got through with her."

   "All four of you were in here together?" I asked.

   "Yeah, Joanne dared Jack to go down on Mom and Mom double-dared me to go
down on Joanne," Stuart said.  "We did it at the same time.  You should
have heard them moaning and groaning."

   Joanne stood up and motioned for me to move over.  When I did, she
pushed Stuart's feet off the footrest and sat down.  She pushed his legs
apart and leaned over between them.  His dick was still big and swollen but
it wasn't hard and standing up.  She held it straight and slid her hand up
and down a few times.

   "Kerry, I want you to listen to him groan," she said.  "It's his turn to
get a good blowjob now."

   "Do you want me to help you?" I asked.

   "No, I can do it.  I've had lots of practice," she said.

   "Well, I don't mind helping," I said.

   "Have you ever done it before, Squirt?" Stuart asked.

   "Sure," I said, "hundreds of times.  I'm an expert."

   "Shit, I never know what to believe when it comes to you and Kavan,"
Stuart said.  "You do what you want to but you don't have to."

   "Just don't come in my mouth," I said.  "That's the part I don't like."

   "It's just like raw oysters, Kerry," Joanne said.  "Once you get used to
the taste and how slimy it is, it goes down real easy."

   It didn't take Joanne long to get his dick up and hard and then a minute
of so later Stuart started groaning.  I couldn't make up my mind whether or
not I wanted to help her.  When she straightened up and took a few deep
breaths, I decided I could do it to him too.  I squatted down between
Stuart's legs and wrapped my hand around the shaft of his dick and my lips
around the head.  Between jacking and sucking, I made him moan some more.
His dick was such a big mouthful that I understood why Joanne needed to
take a break.

   Joanne took another turn and then I did my best to make him moan some
more.  When I stopped, Joanne started to take my place but Stuart stopped
her.

   "Just use your hand, Squirt," he said.

   I held his dick straight up and started jacking him.  His balls were
drawn up so tight it looked like one was on each side of his dick.  I
looked up at his face and his eyes were squeezed shut and he was frowning
like he was suffering.  I knew he wasn't.  I knew he was just short of
blasting off.

   When he came, he squirted out once about a foot straight up, then
another big blob up about two feet, and then three or four more times.  By
the time he was finished, my hand and his dick were covered with his stuff,
and it was running off my hand and down between his legs.  I couldn't
believe how much came out of him and I was damn glad he hadn't come in my
mouth.  I looked over where Joanne was watching.

   "Damn, that looks like a pint of oysters, Joanne," I said.

   Joanne passed me a towel so I could wipe his stuff off my hand.  Then
she wiped around Stuart's dick with another towel.  He just lay there, eyes
closed, silly grin on his face, like he expected her to do it.

   We sat there in the sauna for a few more minutes, sweat pouring off us,
and I thought Stuart was about to go to sleep.  Finally he opened his eyes,
shook his head like a dog, and stood up.

   "Come on," he said.  "Let's rinse off in the shower and then go to bed."

   Stuart said we had to rinse off in cold water if we wanted to get the
real benefit of a sauna.  Joanne didn't want to but he insisted.  After I
got over the shock, it wasn't that bad.  I couldn't figure out what the
benefit was though.  All it did was shrink my dick down to little kid size
and pull my balls up tight.  Stuart's shrunk down almost as bad.

   When we got out, Stuart grabbed a towel and started drying Joanne's
back. He was so rough I was afraid he'd hurt her but she seemed to like it.
I rubbed her front with another towel, hard except when I rubbed her
breasts.  Then I got rubbed front and back next and I thought I'd lose some
skin.  It felt good when they stopped though, like my skin was all warm and
alive and sensitive.  Stuart got his turn last and I didn't show him any
mercy.  All the rubbing got some blood circulating in two dicks again.

   Joanne and Stuart had two blow dryers on the bathroom counter.  Joanne
told Stuart to do mine before he did his.  I knew her hair would take lots
longer; a woman's hair always does.  My hair and Stuart's were both kind of
long but nowhere near as long and full as Joanne's.  I let Stuart do mine
first and then he used his brush and parted my hair the same way I do, just
like he does his.  I told him I hoped he didn't give me cooties.

   When we went down the hall toward their bedroom, Joanne stopped outside
the door to the boys' bedroom.  She held one finger up to her lips and we
all three went in real quiet.  Kieran Lee was on his side with his thumb
almost in his mouth.  His nightgown had twisted up and his fat little belly
was showing.  Joanne stuck one finger in his diaper to check, then
straightened his nightgown, and pulled the blanket up over his legs. 
Little Paul was on his back with his arms and legs in all directions.  He
still had on the nightgown I'd put on him earlier but his little white
briefs were gone and I saw them on the floor.  His face was so beautiful
and peaceful it made me wonder how he could be such a little devil
sometimes.  Joanne covered him up too.

   Stuart adjusted something on the wall and then put his hand on my
shoulder and nudged me toward the door.  When we got in their bedroom, he
adjusted something on the wall next to the boys' bedroom.  I guess he saw
the puzzled look on my face.

   "Intercom," Stuart said.  "We can hear the boys but they can't hear us.
No matter how much Joanne moans we won't wake them up."

   Joanne came in just then and shut the door behind her.

   "Oh, are you going to do something to make me moan?" Joanne asked.  "I
thought you two would be ready for sleep."

   "Are you ready to go to sleep, Kerry?" Stuart asked.

   I shook my head about like a Great Dane dog.  I think my cheeks were
even flapping a little.

   "I think it's Joanne's turn," I said.  "Let's do something for her."

   "What have you got in mind, Squirt?" Stuart asked.

   "I don't know.  Maybe you could show me what you were talking about this
afternoon.  Does she like that?"

   "Stuart Andersen," Joanne said, "what have you been telling him?  I'm
going to beat you."

   Stuart hid behind me with his hands on my shoulders.  Joanne tried to
get at him and he kept turning me around so I was facing her and he was
always behind me.  We were at the foot of the bed when Joanne shoved me and
I bumped into Stuart and we both fell back on the bed.  I almost panicked
because I knew I was falling between Stuart's legs and I didn't want to
crush his balls.  I didn't.  He caught me and pushed me to one side. 
Joanne crawled on the bed, straddled Stuart, and pinned his wrists to the
bed.  He wasn't really trying to get away.  I just watched.

   "Now, what is it you two were talking about this afternoon?" she asked.

   "Something you loved when we did it with Kavan and Kathryn at the cabin
last August," he said.  "Would you let Kerry help me do it to you again?"

   Joanne looked over at me.

   "What was it Kavan called it?" she asked me.  "Eating stuffed pussy?  Do
you really want to help him do that, Kerry?"

   I didn't know exactly what eating stuffed pussy meant but I was curious
to find out.  I knew I liked to eat pussy anyway; I don't mean really eat
it but just get my tongue and mouth and nose at it.

   "Sure, if you two'll teach me how to do it."

   "My Dad, you know, Paul, he dreamed it up and then he and your Dad did
it to Mom," Stuart said.  "I think your Dad was almost sixteen then.  Last
August, Mom taught Kavan and Kathryn how to do it and then they showed us."

   "And Stuart's right when he says I loved it." Joanne added.  "I think
any woman would love it."

   I looked at Joanne.  "Would it be OK if I did something else with you
first, just me and you?" I asked.

   "I guess so," she said.  "What is it?"

   I looked at Stuart.  "Is it OK with you if I kiss Joanne?  It's just
something I want to do.  All this stuff we've done is fun but I really want
to kiss her."

   "Sure, it's OK with me, Kerry," he said.  "Maybe you'd better ask Joanne
though."

   I looked at Joanne.  "May I kiss you, please?"

   She smiled at me.  "Yes, Kerry.  I'd love for you to kiss me.  Do you
like kissing girls?  Did you kiss Nicole?"

   "Who told you about Nicole?"

   "Your Mom did.  All she said was that Brad took all of you out to dinner
and you had a date with Nicole.  Was she nice?"

   I told them about Brad taking us out to dinner and Arial fixing me up
with Nicole and how much fun we had and how she kissed me when we took her
home.  I told them about the musical production the kids at school were
going to do and how they wanted me to be part of the cast.  I told them how
much fun it was to practice dancing with Nicole and how much I enjoyed
being with the group from school.  I finally realized I was running on and
on and Stuart and Joanne were both listening patiently and smiling at me.

   "It sounds to me like you really want to kiss Nicole, Kerry," Joanne
said.  "Maybe you want to do more than just kiss her."

   I didn't know what to say.  I did want to kiss Nicole.  And, yeah, I
wanted to do more than just kiss her.  But I didn't want Joanne to think I
just wanted to kiss her because I couldn't do it with Nicole.

   "I do, but...damn, it's not like that.  I want to kiss you because
you're Joanne.  As long as I've known you, you've never really kissed me.
You gave me one quick little kiss when we were at the haunted house last
August.  You've got a beautiful face and I like you and I like your mouth,
and I... Shit, I'm just making it worse.  I..."

   Joanne held out her arms to me and smiled at me.  "Come here, Kerry."

   I looked at Stuart and he just smiled and nodded.

   I crawled over to Joanne, kissed her, just lips to lips with my eyes
open and hers open too.  I pulled back a little and tried to think of what
to do.  She put her hands behind my head, closed her eyes, and pulled my
face back down to hers.  I closed my eyes, felt her lips against mine, and
then her mouth opened and I felt her tongue.  I stopped trying to think and
melted into her.

   I don't think anybody said anything much after I kissed Joanne.  I just
did what I wanted to with her.  I licked and kissed a trail down over her
breasts and stomach down to pussy.  She let me lift and spread her legs and
she held them while I licked and kissed some more between her legs.

   When she pushed me away, then got up on her knees and pushed me down, I
looked at Stuart.  He was just lying there on his side, his head propped up
on one arm, smiling and watching.

   I quit looking at him when Joanne straddled me.  My calves and feet were
hanging off the foot of the bed so I started to move up a little.  I bumped
into something, turned and looked, saw Stuart putting a pillow under my
neck, and just relaxed.  Joanne was backwards, her face toward my feet, her
butt toward me, and I didn't know why.  When she held my dick straight up,
notched it in the right place, and slid down until her ass was on my
stomach, I didn't care which way she was facing.  It was so damn good, the
first time my dick slides into a pussy, the best feeling I've ever felt.  I
reached down, held her by her hips, and just enjoyed it while she eased up
and down on my dick.

   My eyes were almost closed but I saw Stuart move down to the foot of the
bed and then I couldn't see anything but his shoulders.  I felt fingers
touching my balls and I saw Joanne's hands on Stuart's shoulders and I
didn't care who was touching me.  I felt a tongue licking up one side of my
dick and then the other.  That's when I finally knew what Stuart meant by
eating stuffed pussy: what he was doing to Joanne while she was sitting on
my dick.  He was licking up the shaft of my dick and the lips of Joanne's
pussy at the same time.  I could tell he stayed with his mouth and maybe
his tongue on her clitoris before he started up again.  I just did what I
wanted to do and pushed upward into Joanne slow and easy while Stuart ate
all the stuffed pussy he wanted.

   When Joanne rolled off me and Stuart got back on the bed, I didn't say a
word.  I just moved down to the foot of the bed and waited until she got
her pussy stuffed again and stopped moving on Stuart.  I looked at his big
dick stretching her pussy wide, those little inner lips separated, that
little blood-red nubbin sticking out at the top, the shiny red flesh
wrapped around Stuart's dick, his balls hanging down between his legs.  It
was all hot as hell and I was too and I wanted to do what Stuart had done.

   So I did.  I didn't care whether I was licking Stuart's dick or the lips
of Joanne's pussy.  It was all the same and I wanted to lick and taste and
smell and then do it some more so I did.  I kept doing it and then I felt
Stuart start pushing his dick upward into Joanne's pussy slow and easy like
I had done and I felt Joanne's hands leave my shoulders and grab me by my
hair and I still wanted to do it.

   She leaned back over Stuart and, at the same time, pulled my hair until
I moved my mouth up to her clitoris.  I knew what to do.  I knew what I
wanted to do and what she wanted me to do.  I opened my mouth, fastened my
lips around her clitoris, and sucked and tongued and kept doing that and
she kept pulling my hair.  Then she grabbed me behind the head, pulled my
face so tight up against her I could hardly breathe, and started pushing
her pelvis against my face.  I did my best to keep on licking and sucking
and she started groaning and kept banging her pussy against my face.

   She finally turned me loose and I pulled back and looked up at her.  Her
eyes were shut and her face looked like she was in agony.  I knew what had
happened so I smiled.  I'd made her come and it was a good one.

   She rolled off Stuart, moved up on the bed, flopped on her back, and
opened her arms.  "Come here, you little...you little...clit-sucker.  Come
fuck me."

   I looked at Stuart and he nodded.  I scrambled up and over her, held my
dick with one hand, rubbed the head up and down between her juicy lips, and
then slid it in with one long slide.  Joanne wrapped her arms tight around
my chest, locked her legs behind my ass, and pulled me deeper into her.  I
just let my dick do what it wanted to.  I shoved it in as deep as I could
and pulled it out and shoved it in as hard as I could and I lasted maybe a
minute or two before I emptied out my balls in her cunt.

   Joanne gave me a little time for my breathing to slow down before she
pushed me and I flopped down beside her.  I looked for Stuart and saw that
he had reversed his position, his head at the foot of the bed.  I knew he
had been watching me fucking his wife.  I hoped he had enjoyed the show and
I decided to do the same thing when he took his turn.

   Stuart hardly gave Joanne time to catch her breath before he took my
place and then I realized it was his place.  He eased his big dick, all
shiny and red, into her the same way I had, in one long slow slide.  She
wrapped her arms around his chest and locked her ankles over his back, just
like she'd done me.

   Just as soon as Stuart got his dick all the way in her, I moved down to
the foot of the bed so I could get a good look at the action from between
their legs.  I liked the way Stuart's dick slid in until his balls hid even
her asshole from me.

   After maybe a half dozen strokes, I saw something white come out of her
pussy, some of it on the shaft of his dick, and start drooling down toward
her asshole.  At first I didn't know what it was but then I figured that it
had to be my semen that Stuart was pumping out of her.  Damn, that made me
hotter than ever.  My dick had softened a little after I came but watching
Stuart fucking Joanne made it stiff again.  I was jacking my dick sort of
slow but I had to stop because it felt like I was about to come again and I
wanted to come in Joanne if I got another turn tonight.

   Stuart really gave her a pounding while I watched but Joanne must have
liked it because she was fucking back at him.  They even got coordinated so
that she was lifting up at the same time that he was coming down and their
contact made a loud slapping sound.  Stuart lasted about as long as I had,
a minute or two, before he shoved his dick in one last time and froze and I
knew Joanne was getting another load of semen.

   I lay there with my hand on my dick, wondering if Joanne would let me
fuck her again.  She just lay there with her eyes closed and Stuart acting
like he was dead on top of her.  Finally she opened her eyes, looked
around, and found me.

   "Kerry, would you get me a washcloth and a towel?" she asked me.  "I
think I'm going to need them or somebody's going to sleep in the wet spot
and it's not going to be me."

   I did more than she asked.  I ran the water until it was warm, soaked
three washcloths, found a couple of small towels, and went back in their
bedroom.  My dick was stiff and sort of flopping around in front of me when
I walked but my hands were full and I didn't care.

   Stuart was still on top of Joanne but at least he had propped up on his
elbows and didn't look dead any longer.  I stood there beside the bed
waiting for one of them to tell me what to do.  Joanne looked down at my
dick and then up at my face and smiled at me.

   "Stuart, Kerry's got another hard-on so I guess he wants to fuck me
again," she said.  "If he does, are you going to want to do it again too?"

   Stuart turned and looked at my dick.  "Maybe.  Two times is usually my
limit but maybe I can get it up again.  I'll be damned if I'm going to try
to compete with him though."

   He started to roll off Joanne but she wrapped her legs and arms tighter
around him and wouldn't let him.

   "Kerry, can you tuck one of those towels between my legs before he pulls
out?  I'm afraid I'm going to overflow on the bed," she said.

   I leaned over Stuart, put one hand on his back, and looked down between
his legs.  He spread his legs a little but I still couldn't see where to
stuff the towel.  All I could see was his big balls hanging down and that
told me where his dick was so I just pushed the towel under his balls until
I felt Joanne's ass.  I knew I'd done it right when she thanked me.

   Stuart rolled off her on the other side and I looked down between her
legs.  I saw what I guess was a mixture of my come and Stuart's drooling
out of her pussy and then she tucked the towel up over it and closed her
legs.

   I handed her a washcloth, handed Stuart one, and kept one for myself.  I
used mine to wipe my hair back and then wiped the sweat off my face.  After
that, I skinned my dick back and wiped it off too.  When I looked up,
Stuart and Joanne were wiping their faces too.  I waited `til Stuart wiped
his dick off and then I held out my hand for their washcloths.  I just
tossed them in the open bathroom door.

   Joanne wiggled over a little so I got in bed beside her, on my side,
with my head propped up on my hand.  She still had the towel between her
legs and I wondered if that meant she didn't want to do it with me again. I
still had a hard-on and I still wanted to fuck her but I didn't want to do
anything if she didn't want me to.

   "If you two want to go to sleep, I'm OK.  I think my dick will go down
if I just leave it alone.  I don't have to do it again," I said, not really
meaning it.

   "Kerry, you can do it again if you want to but I'm warning you my pussy
is probably like a swamp with all you and Stuart have put in it," Joanne
said.  "Are you sure you want to do it again?"

   I looked over at Stuart.  He was on his side with his head propped up in
his hand.

   "Go ahead, Kerry," he said.  "I'm not going to try to compete with you
but, if you're not through in a half hour, I'm going to call time on you.
I'm not going to let you wear my wife's pussy out.  I might want to get in
it again."

   I didn't need a half hour.  I just let my dick do the thinking and it
was satisfied within maybe five minutes.  When I rolled off her, Stuart
moved up closer to her and tucked the towel back between her legs.  I lay
there on the other side of her, my sloppy dick flopped on my belly, and let
my heart and breathing slow down to normal.

   Joanne must have wanted to be cuddled by me and Stuart both.  She
reached over, grabbed my arm, and pulled.  I moved up closer to her, put
one leg over hers, and bumped into Stuart's leg over her other leg.  He
reached down, patted me on my leg and I knew it was OK so I moved up close
to Joanne until my face was in her hair.  Joanne put her hand on my hip and
I shut my eyes and let the world go away.

   I guess I was almost asleep when I felt Stuart get up.  I watched
through half-open eyes when he left the bedroom and went in the bathroom. I
heard him pissing and then he was back in just a minute or so with a couple
of damp towels.  He threw one at me and one at Joanne.  I caught both of
them, let her take one, and then wiped off with the other, my face first
and my dick and balls last.  I tucked the towel between my legs, cuddled up
close to Joanne again, and shut my eyes.

   We all wiggled around a little and then settled down.  Joanne was in the
middle and at first I was spooned up to her butt and she was spooned up to
Stuart's.  I thought about how nice it was to have her butt against me and
my hand on her breast.  Then we all rolled over and I thought about nice it
was to feel her soft breasts against my back while her hand cupped my dick
and balls.  I was trying to decide which was better when I thought of
something I wanted to say.

   "Joanne," I whispered.

   "Yes, Kerry," she whispered back.

   "Thanks for sharing your love with me," I whispered.

   After a minute or so, I realized I hadn't thanked Stuart.

   "Stuart," I whispered.

   "Yeah."

   "Thanks for letting me fuck your wife.  She says you've got to invite me
over every weekend from now on."

   "Yeah, dream on, Kerry," he whispered.

   Kieran Lee woke up some time during the night and his crying woke me up.
Joanne pushed against my back a couple of times and I figured she thought I
was Stuart.  Maybe I thought I was too.  I rolled out of bed and was
halfway to the boys' room when I realized what I was doing.  Little Paul
was still sleeping.  He'd kicked his covers off again and he was lying
there with a little hard-on.  Then I started to change Kieran Lee's diaper
and found another hard-on.  I already knew what that might mean - that he
was just about to pee - so I just put the same diaper back on him and took
him to Joanne.

   Joanne had turned on a little light near the bed when I got back. 
Stuart was still asleep or at least pretending to be.  I put Kieran Lee on
the bed beside Joanne and then watched while she stuck her nipple in his
mouth and he started sucking.  I lay down close to them and watched him
nurse.  I knew Mom had breast-fed me and I wondered if that was why I still
liked to get my mouth on a woman's breasts.

   After a few minutes, Joanne picked up Kieran Lee and gave him her other
breast.  She was propped up then, cuddling him in her arms, and the breast
he'd just had still looked full and inviting.  Joanne saw me looking at it
and she nodded.  I scooted over closer, put my mouth on her breast, and she
put her hand behind my head again.  I guess Kieran Lee had sucked it dry
because I only got a little taste.

   When Kieran Lee finished nursing, I took him back to bed again.  This
time when I checked his diaper, it was drenched.  I changed him and went
back to bed with Joanne and Stuart.  Joanne was still awake and Stuart was
snoring just loud enough to hear.  Joanne kissed me on my cheek, told me I
was going to be a wonderful husband and father someday, then kissed me
again, on the mouth this time.  I was thinking about what it would be like
to be a father and hoping it wouldn't be anytime soon when I went to sleep.

   On Sunday morning, Luke called while we were eating breakfast.  He
wanted to know if the move was still on before he called Mom and Dad to see
if they could still come pick up Rachael and the kids.  Stuart told him we
were all ready for them and asked what he could do.  I don't know what Luke
said but Stuart told him he'd have a big work party ready to help Saturday
afternoon.  Then Joanne talked to Rachael for about half an hour while
Stuart and I played with little Paul and Kieran Lee.

   About mid-morning, Mr.  Jack and Ms.  Lauren finally got up.  Stuart
told them Luke and Rachael would be moving in next Saturday and then Ms. 
Lauren and Joanne started talking about what they needed to do to help
them. Stuart asked Mr.  Jack if he would watch little Paul while he took me
for a driving lesson.

   He put the top down on his little convertible and then let me drive it
down to the Freeloft center.  There were some cars parked there and some
guys walking around.  I guess they all knew Stuart and his car because they
just waved.  I drove around the drivers' training area and stopped and
started and backed up and parked.  I only killed the motor a couple of
times trying to get used to letting the clutch out while I pushed in on the
gas.  At least I didn't grind any gears so Stuart didn't have to fuss at
me.

   I was about to start through the training route for the third time when
I heard Beethoven's Ode to Joy.  Stuart pulled out his cell phone and
motioned for me to park.  I did and sat and listened while he talked to
Joanne.

   "That was Joanne," he said, when he was through.  "Your parents called.
Luke called them and they're going down to pick up Rachael and the kids
next weekend.  They're bringing some stuff over for lunch for all of us. 
They want to make plans for next weekend."

   "Just Mom and Dad?  Are Kavan and Kathryn and Arial and Brad coming
too?"

   "Yeah, everybody's coming.  Arial and Brad are coming in her little BMW.
Kavan and Kathryn are coming with them.  Your Mom and Dad are going to stop
by that Italian deli and get some stuff for lunch."

   "Ippolito's?"

   "Yeah," he answered.  "Listen, why don't you ride back with Arial and
Brad and get Kavan and Kathryn to ride with your parents.  Maybe you can
talk Arial into bringing you back down here and you can show her you can
handle a manual transmission."

   "Yeah, I'd like that.  Thanks for teaching me."

   He put his hand on my shoulder.  I looked at him and saw a serious
questioning expression on his face.

   "Are you alright with what we've done this weekend, Squirt?" he asked.

   "Yep, you're a good teacher, Stuart.  You can even make statistics
interesting.  Shit, I've never heard a teacher use an example where the
problem was about how long guys' dicks are.  Maybe they ought to try it. 
I'll bet the kids at school would wake up."

   "I wasn't talking about what we did yesterday afternoon, Kerry," he
said. "I was talking about what we did last night, me and you and Joanne.
Are you OK with that?"

   "I knew what you were talking about," I said.  "But it's the same thing;
isn't it?  Last night, you were just teaching me about sex and making it
fun so I enjoyed it.  I just wish all kids could have good teachers like
I've had, like Ms.  Lauren.  I really appreciate what everybody's done for
me."

   "I don't think many teachers let their students do what you've done."

   "Yeah, but Stuart, it's like you letting me drive your car.  You told me
how to use the clutch and shift gears but I have to do it myself before I
really learn it."

   Stuart just sat and looked at me for a minute.  He took a couple of deep
breaths, shook his head, and smiled a big smile at me.

   "Kerry, everybody's told me how smart you are.  The way you learn,
especially math...you amaze me sometimes.  And now I wonder if you already
understand something I'm still trying to learn...maybe you need to teach
me."

   "Math's easy," I said.  "It's a lot easier than learning about love and
sex and stuff like that.  When I get married, I want to do it right like
Mom and Dad have.  I don't want to fuck up like Brad's parents did,
especially not like Luke's parents."

   "You're right, Kerry," he said.  "I don't want to fuck up either.  I
couldn't want a better wife than Joanne or kids better than little Paul and
Kieran Lee.  Now do you want to drive back up to the house?"

   "Yeah!"

   Chapter Fifty-Seven

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart,
17; Arial Stuart, 16; Kerry Stuart, 12 ¾

   Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Brad Weaver, 17

   TELLING THE STORY Kavan Stuart

   <><><>

   (KAVAN)

   On Sunday, we all went to the Andersen's for lunch.  Mom and Dad wanted
to talk with them about going to pick up Rachael and the kids and about
helping them when Luke arrived with the movers.  Mom and Dad were planning
to leave on Friday just after lunch, spend the night with Luke and Rachael,
and then come back on Saturday with Rachael and the kids.  Luke said the
movers had promised to have everything loaded by mid-morning and would then
arrive here about mid-afternoon.

   Brad, Arial, Kerry, Kathryn, and I just sat and listened to most of the
planning.  When they talked about who would help when the movers arrived, I
told Mom and Dad I'd switch my weekend workday from Saturday so Sunday I
could help.  Brad and Arial and Kathryn and Kerry said they would help too.
Then Dad asked me what we were going to do on Friday night while they were
gone.  I hadn't really thought about it but I guess Arial and Kerry had. 
They asked Mom and Dad if we could just stay home and invite a few friends
over for a cookout and swim party.  I could tell they really wanted to so I
decided I'd better volunteer to be in charge.

   "Dad, if you'll let us, I'll promise to be responsible for everything.
There won't be any alcohol or stuff like that.  We won't play music too
loud.  We won't cause any trouble.  We'll just cook out and play in the
pool and nothing else."

   "Who are you going to invite?" Mom asked.  "I don't think you ought to
have a big crowd.  Maybe five or six more would be enough."

   "If they have any problems, they can call me," Stuart said.  "It won't
take me ten minutes to drive over."

   I thought of a better idea.  I didn't know anybody at school I really
wanted to invite but I did want to invite Stuart and Joanne.

   "Dad, if Stuart and Joanne can talk somebody into babysitting, I'll
invite them," I said.  "I still want you to leave me in charge though."

   "Yeah, that's a good idea," Kerry piped up.  "I'd like to invite Kenjiro
and Nicole."

   "You could invite Kenjiro's sister too, Kerry," Arial said.  "She's
Brad's and Kavan's age.  I've talked to her a lot since you and Kenjiro got
to be friends.  I like her."

   "Yeah, invite Kiki too," Kerry said.  "I like older women, especially
beautiful ones."

   "You like all women, Squirt," I said.  "I thought she had a Japanese
name."

   "She does," Kerry, responded.  "Her name is Akiko but her American
friends call her Kiki.  Kenjiro calls her that most of the time but
sometimes he calls her Aki-chan."

   "How old is she?" Dad asked, looking at Kerry.

   "She's a junior so I guess she's about the same age as me and Kathryn,"
I said.

   "Could I invite Ryan Spenser and his girlfriend?" Brad asked.  "I don't
know her very well - her name's Laura Robinson - but I know him and he's a
good guy.  They'll both start at the university this fall."

   "Who's he?" Stuart asked.

   "He's a senior at school.  His Mom's the bookkeeper at the restaurant
where we went to dinner and he's one of the waiters." Brad said.  "His Dad
left them years ago and they have a hard time getting by.  He never
complains about it and he's one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet.  We've
talked a lot about what we want to do someday."

   "That's just twelve people, Mom," Kerry said.  "That's not a big crowd."

   "Why do you want to be in charge, Kavan?" Dad asked.  "You could just
let Stuart and Joanne keep things under control."

   "Yeah, but I'd rather do it," I said.  "I want you to know I can be
responsible.  I want Stuart and Joanne to be our guests so they can relax
and have fun like the rest of us."

   "I don't think you should plan on swimming in the nude, Kavan," Mom
said. "Nicole may not know how we are about that.  I know Kenjiro's OK with
it but I've never met his sister.  What would Ryan and Laura think about
it? You don't want to make your guests uncomfortable."

   "I don't see why not," Brad said.  "Nobody worried about me being
uncomfortable the first time I went swimming with all of you."

   "Well, I had to check you out, Brad Weaver," Arial said.  "I wanted to
know whether you were a keeper or not."

   "Yeah, I could check out Nicole," Kerry said.  "I could see if she's a
keeper."

   "I think Mom's right, Kerry," I said.  "I think we should all wear swim
suits.  Everybody will be more comfortable then and we can just relax and
have fun."

   "Well, is it OK if I wear a Speedo then, one of those Mom got us at the
charity sale last winter?" Kerry asked.  "Nicole can check me out."

   Mom and Arial and Kathryn had gone to a huge charity sale one Saturday
last winter.  They came home with a dozen or so big bags of clothes,
something for everybody.  I don't know what all they found for the girls
but they found jeans, shirts, sweatshirts, and other stuff for guys.  They
bought one huge plastic bag of swimwear for $20, all of it new stuff but
smelling like smoke from a fire.  There were some things for women and
girls in it but most of it was for men and boys.  There were lots of
Speedos and briefs for guys as well as some baggies.  We tried to find out
where it came from since most guys around here wear baggies but there were
no store tags.

   After we tried on all the other stuff, we got in the bag of swim wear.
We were all in the family room with stuff thrown all over the place in
different piles for the one who wanted something.  Kerry started looking at
the Speedos and claiming the small ones.  Arial told him to try them on and
he just stripped naked and started putting them on, taking them off,
throwing them in his pile, and trying another one.  Arial checked the sizes
and passed some on to the other guys and then told us to try them on.  I
think Brad was still a little self-conscious then about being naked around
Mom and Dad but when Dad and I tried on some he did too.  Mom and the girls
started teasing us to model the Speedos for them and we did.  They didn't
hide that much on a guy.  If a girl wanted to check out a guy, she wouldn't
have any trouble if he was wearing a Speedo.

   "Wear the blue one, Kerry," Kathryn said.  "You know, the blue one with
a red band around the waist.  You looked good in it."

   I knew which one she meant.  Kerry had claimed one Speedo that fit him
like a second skin, dark blue with a red strip around the waist.  On the
sides, there was maybe two inches of fabric.  In front, it barely covered
Kerry's equipment.

   "Yeah, that one's sexy, Kerry," Arial said.  "We've got to pick out
something sexy for Brad and Kavan."

   "If you kids are going to wear stuff like that, what are your guests
going to wear?" Dad asked.  "Maybe you'd better wear something that covers
up a little more."

   "Stuart's going to wear a Speedo," Joanne said.  "I'm wearing a bikini
if I can get my breasts in it."

   Stuart looked at her like he was surprised.  "I am?  You are?"

   "Yes, you are," Joanne said.  "And yes, I am.

   "We haven't been invited," he said.  "Anyway, we don't have a
babysitter."

   "You do have a babysitter," Ms.  Lauren said.  "You have two of them."

   Mr.  Jack held up his hand and acted like he was resigned to his fate.

   "And you're invited," Arial said.  "Both of you."

   Kerry leaned over to Mom and whispered something in her ear.  She
started laughing and whispered something back to him.  He asked her
something else and she whispered back again.  This time all he said was
"Oh," and I think he started blushing.

   "What was that about?" Dad asked.

   "He wanted to know what happened if Kieran Lee needed to be fed while
she was gone," Mom said.  "I told him she would use a breast pump and leave
a couple of bottles of her milk at home for him.  Then he wanted to know
what happened if Joanne's breasts made too much milk while she was away
from Kieran Lee.  I told him she could just give it to him."

   Kerry kept looking at Stuart and both of them were grinning like they
knew something the rest of us didn't.  It made me wonder what he'd been
doing with Stuart and Joanne last weekend.

   "Well, I don't think you kids should have a pool party while we're
gone," Dad said.  "I'm not sure I can trust you to be good."

   "Daaaadddd," Arial squealed.  I think she made three syllables out of
one.

   "Oh, alright, Princess, you kids can have a pool party," Dad said.  I
knew he would give in to her; he always does.

   <><><>

   At noon on Tuesday, Kathryn and I were about to go in the school
cafeteria for lunch when we saw Kerry and Kenjiro coming down the hall.  We
waited for them just outside the cafeteria door.  While we were standing
there, one of the school's two security guards passed us, walking fast.  I
knew him so I spoke to him but he didn't answer.  When the four of us went
in the cafeteria, he was standing near the serving line and looking around.
I looked too but I didn't see any trouble.

   Kathryn and I were in front of Kerry and Kenjiro in the serving line. 
The line went down a wall and was hemmed in by a rail on the side open to
the eating area.  The place was noisy as usual and I looked around and back
at the guard but I still couldn't see any reason for him to be there.

   The line moved along a little and some other kids lined up behind us. 
Everything seemed normal so I guess I forgot about the guard.  There were
some kids in front of us and they seemed to be hanging back in the line a
little.  Then suddenly four of them pushed past us, and went to the back of
the line.  They were talking loudly but, with all the noise, I couldn't
understand them.

   With them out of the way, I saw Jerome Watson and I knew who the
security guard was watching.  Jerome was always causing some sort of
problem.  Everybody knew he had shit for brains and it was always spilling
out of his mouth.  He was always getting somebody pissed at him and he
seemed to love it.  I always tried to keep Kathryn and Arial away from him
so they couldn't hear the filthy way he talked about girls.

   Jerome was really skinny and always dirty looking, with his pants
hanging off where his butt was supposed to be.  He looked about the same as
he always does.  His underwear was showing and he knew the dress code
prohibited that.  His shirt, cut off about his belly button, looked greasy
and sweaty.  His sneakers were untied and almost falling off.

   Usually he acted like he didn't have enough energy to move.  He loved to
park his ass somewhere so it was in the way and then refuse to move.  This
time, he was different.  He was almost bouncing off the walls.  He was
moving from the wall to the guard rail and back.  His arms and head were
moving around too and it was like he was being jerked around by something
invisible.

   Kathryn was just a little in front of me, with her back to Jerome, when
the other kids backed up, and she didn't see him.  Jerome saw her though
and started muttering something.  I didn't know what to do but I caught her
arm so she wouldn't move forward.  I looked at the guard and saw he was
looking at Jerome.

   When I turned around again, Jerome was looking at me and Kathryn with a
really mean mad look on his face.  He said something that sounded like
"snooty booty bitch" and just stood there when the line in front moved on.
I looked at the guard again and saw him coming in our direction.

   When I turned around again, Jerome was right behind Kathryn with his
hands around her.  He was groping at her breasts and thighs and saying
something real loud.  I heard something that sounded like "shove my dick
down yo' throat" and I tried to pull Kathryn away from him and behind me.
He held on to her so I turned loose of her and then shoved myself between
him and Kathryn, with his face right in mine.  His breath hit me and I
could smell a stink of alcohol and other stuff.  He was still reaching out
toward Kathryn and yelling stuff that didn't make any sense except for the
dirty words.  I put my forearm against his chest and shoved him against the
wall.

   That's when he finally seemed to see me.  He started struggling against
me, trying to find room to hit me with his fists and trying to knee me in
my balls, all the time keeping up his wild nasty talk.  He squealed
something that sounded like "can't steal my bitch," swung his arm around,
and hit me on the side of my head with his hand, right on my ear.  It hurt
like hell and made me as mad as I've ever been.

   I turned sort of sideways so he couldn't knee me in the balls and shoved
him against the wall again.  He started trying to claw at my face with both
hands so I shoved him against the wall as hard as I could.  That made him
even worse so I shut my eyes, lowered my head, and butted him in the face.
At the same time, I reached down between his legs and grabbed a handful.  I
could tell I had his nuts so I squeezed as hard as I could.  He kept
struggling so I kept squeezing.  Then he started making a loud choking
sound.  I opened my eyes and saw my arm had slid up so my forearm was
against his throat and his eyes were rolling back in his head.  I leaned my
head up close to his and whispered, "I'm going to kill you, Jerome.  You're
dead meat.  Kiss your balls goodbye."

   I gave his nuts one more good squeeze, pulled down on them as hard as I
could and then let him go.  He bent over, clutching his balls, and I moved
away from him.  He choked a couple of times, gave me a look like nothing
I'd ever seen, and then turned toward Kathryn again.  I looked in that
direction and saw Kerry standing between her and Jerome.  Kerry had his
back in our direction with his arms around Kathryn and he was looking over
his shoulder at what was going on.

   Jerome acted like he didn't even see Kerry.  He shoved me and started
toward Kathryn again.  Kerry tried to stay between him and Kathryn but
Jerome shoved him against the wall.  I was trying to grab Jerome again when
Kerry bounced off the wall and came back at Jerome.  I saw a look of
determination on Kerry's face and then his arm swung around and I saw his
fist headed for Jerome's face.  I heard it splat and Jerome staggered back
against me.  I grabbed him from behind with my arms around him, pinning his
arms to his sides.  I didn't know what the hell was wrong with him but I
knew I wasn't going to let him get loose to go after Kathryn again.

   Then something big straightened up on the other side of Jerome.  It was
Grizzly, ducking under the rail.  He looked at me with that big smile of
his and winked.

   "Let'im go, Kavan," he said.  "I'll take care ov'im."

   I looked up the serving line and saw the security guard was right behind
Grizzly.  I let Jerome go and Grizzly grabbed him, wrapped his arms around
him in a bear hug, and picked him up.  Grizzly stood there, grinning,
holding Jerome like a little kid.  Jerome's feet were off the floor and
they were the only things moving.

   "Jerome, you gon' be good now?" Grizzly asked.

   Jerome started nodding his head and stopped struggling.  Grizzly kept
his arms around him, looking at something behind me.

   I turned around.  It was Mrs.  Frazier, our principal, and the other
security guard.  They both pushed around me and stood in front of Jerome
and Grizzly.  Grizzly nodded his head to the principal and then just stood
there, smiling at her, still holding Jerome.  She didn't say anything but
Grizzly did.

   "Mrs.  Frazier wan's you to be good, Jerome," Grizzly said.  "You gon'
be good?"

   Finally Jerome nodded.  Grizzly looked at me and nodded.

   "You OK, Kavan?" he asked.  "Kin I turn'im loose now?"

   I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm down.  My heart was
still pounding away, my ear was ringing and still hurt, and I wanted to
kill Jerome.  I kept breathing as deeply as I could and waiting.  I wanted
to kill him and something told me that didn't make any sense but I pushed
it aside.  Finally I felt like I was back in control of myself again,
enough to put on a face like I was calm.  I still wanted to kill him.  I
knew it would feel good to do it.

   "Yeah, Grizzly, you can let him go," I said.

   Grizzly let him down so that his feet were touching the floor.  He
opened his bear hug and kept his big hands around Jerome's skinny biceps.
Jerome stood there quietly for a moment and then looked around.  His eyes
passed right over Mrs.  Frazier and found me again.

   Suddenly he snatched his arms out of Grizzly's grip, tried to push
between Mrs.  Frazier and the guard, and then was yanked back.  I saw
Grizzly behind him but I couldn't see what he was doing.  Then Jerome's
feet were jerked out from under him and he fell forward.  Grizzly had a
grip on the back of Jerome's pants and was holding his butt up a couple of
feet while his head and feet were down on the floor.  I thought maybe it
was finally all over.  Then I heard something rip and Jerome crawled
forward toward me, out of his pants and sneakers, leaving Grizzly holding
his pants.

   Before Jerome could get up, the security guard beside Mrs.  Frazier was
on top of him.  He pushed Jerome down on the floor, pulled his arm around
behind his back, put the little plastic handcuffs they use on one arm, and
reached for the other arm.  Jerome still wasn't finished.  He twisted
around, slugged the guard on his face, broke loose, and then ran toward the
emergency exit from the cafeteria.  I saw his red boxer shorts almost
falling off his skinny butt and legs as he banged the door open and ran
out. The alarm went off and then the two security guards were right behind
him.  Jerome tripped over somebody sitting on the steps outside, went
flying, and then both guards were on top of him.  I could still hear him
screaming and yelling, all sorts of words I hated for Mrs.  Frazier to
hear. The emergency door slowly closed and the alarm stopped.

   I looked at Mrs.  Frazier, wondering what to do.  She was looking at me
and then toward the emergency door.  I looked beyond her.  Kerry had his
arms around Kathryn and her head was buried in his shoulder.  She was
crying.  Kenjiro was rubbing her back and talking to her.  I looked around
the cafeteria.  Everybody was standing up, looking at us.  Nobody was
saying a word.

   Just then, one of the male coaches came down the serving line to where
Mrs.  Frazier was standing.  She grabbed his arm, said something I didn't
understand, ducked under the rail, and went out the emergency door.  The
alarm screamed again and then cut off when the door shut.

   Everybody started talking at once.  The coach tried to say something but
couldn't get anybody to listen.  Grizzly knew how to get their attention.
He let out a piercing whistle, waved his big arms over his head, and then
yelled, "Coach said everybody sit down `n' shut up!" When they did, Grizzly
just looked at the coach and grinned, waiting for him to take charge.

   He told Grizzly to take me to a table and make me sit down.  He pointed
at Kerry, Kathryn, and Kenjiro, and told them to go with me.  He looked
around, found some of the football players, and called them to him.  I
didn't hear what he was saying.

   Grizzly ducked under the rail so the four of us followed him.  He found
a table almost empty, jerked his thumb up, and three guys cleared it the
rest of the way.  Kerry and Kenjiro sat down and I waited for Kathryn.

   When she sat down, I took the seat beside her and grabbed her hand.  She
looked at me and smiled but her face was still wet from crying.  I looked
at Kerry and he was smiling too but he looked like he was proud.  I held
out my left hand to him and he put his right one in it.  I turned it over
and looked at his knuckles.  They were red and looked a little bruised.  I
ran my thumb over them and he winced.  Finally I looked up at Grizzly,
standing behind me.  He put his hands on my shoulders and smiled down at
me. I shut my eyes and tried to let go of my anger.  I tried but I couldn't
smile.  I still wanted to kill Jerome.  I knew I shouldn't feel that way.
It scared me but I still wanted to kill him.

   Some of the students brought all of us trays of food and then stood
around.  Some others brought us different things to drink and they either
patted me on the back or shoulder or said a few words to Kathryn or Kerry.
Grizzly stood until he saw that one of the trays was his and then he sat
down beside me.

   "Eat!" he said.  "Ain't that what y'all come in here for?"

   We were all through eating, just sitting there, trying to decide what to
do, when Mrs.  Frazier came back in the cafeteria.  When she walked up to
our table, she waved the football players and the coach away and then sat
down with us.

   "The police are taking him directly to the emergency room.  They think
he's high on something.  They smelled alcohol but they think it's also
drugs of some kind.  Are you late for your classes?" she asked.

   I said, "Yes, Ma'am," and the others nodded.  She pulled out her
ever-present excuse pad, initialed five, and passed them out to us.

   "Now, you can all relax," she started.  "I saw what happened and I can't
blame you for any of it.  Kathryn, are you all right?  Do you need to see
the nurse?"

   Kathryn leaned over against me and I squeezed her hand.  She tried to
smile but I could tell she was still close to crying.

   "I'm OK, Mrs.  Frazier," she said.  "These guys will take care of me."

   "I know," Mrs.  Frazier said.  "That's what they were doing with Jerome.
Kerry, let me see your hand."

   He held it out to her and she held it and looked at his knuckles.  She
rubbed her thumb over them, just like I'd done, and he winced again.  She
made him wiggle his fingers until she was satisfied nothing was broken and
then took his hand in hers again.

   "Perhaps you shouldn't have hit him, Kerry, but you didn't do anything
wrong.  I know you were just trying to stop him from grabbing Kathryn
again."

   She turned to me.

   "Kavan, I'm not sure what you were doing to Jerome, but I saw where your
hand was and the expression on his face.  I think you were causing him a
lot of pain, weren't you?"

   I nodded.  I didn't see any reason to deny it but I didn't see any need
to tell her I wanted to rip his balls off.

   "Well, I want you to be careful around the school, especially in the
parking area.  Some of Jerome's friends may try to get back at you.  I want
you to park in the guest area for the rest of the school year.  Stop by the
office and I'll write you a parking permission."

   "Yes, Ma'am," I answered.  "Am I in trouble?  I didn't start anything
with Jerome, Mrs.  Frazier.  I don't know what was wrong with him.  He
acted like he was crazy, trying to get at Kathryn."

   "No, Kavan, you're not in trouble," she said.  "I heard what he was
screaming and it did seem like he was crazy with something.  I just wish
the kids in the cafeteria hadn't heard it.  I asked the police to make sure
I got a call about Jerome when they know something.  I'll call your parents
and tell them about it.  You've got nothing to worry about."

   The first time-period after lunch, Kathryn and I had different classes.
I decided to skip my class and stay with her.  When we went in her
classroom, the teacher didn't say anything.  He just nodded.  Kathryn
started toward an empty seat and I guess it was hers.  I held her hand and
pulled her toward the back of the room so we could sit together.  I kept
looking at her and I could tell she was still upset and nervous.  In the
second time period, we had a class together and we always sat next to each
other.  When we sat down, I reached over and held her hand.  The teacher
saw us but she didn't say anything.  She'd already heard about Jerome if
the school grapevine was as good as usual.

   When classes were over, Kathryn and I stopped by our lockers and then
started to the parking lot.  Brad and Arial and Kerry were standing just
outside the door waiting for us.  Maybe Kerry had just told them what
happened because Arial was looking at his hand.  When Kathryn saw them, she
walked over to Kerry, hugged him up against her, and whispered something to
him.  I knew we weren't supposed to have open displays of affection on
school grounds but I didn't care.  I hugged both of them and told him
"Thanks, little buddy."

   Kerry rode home with Brad and Arial.  I was glad because I wanted to be
alone with Kathryn.  When we got in my truck, I pulled her up against me
and just held her for a minute or so.  I didn't think I needed to say
anything; I just wanted to show her I loved her.

   But Kathryn wanted to talk.  She started while we were still in the
parking lot at school and didn't stop until I asked her to when were going
up the hill to our house.  All I could do was listen while she cried and
sniffed and talked and cried and talked.

   I thought she would be OK with what Kerry and I did in protecting her
from Jerome but it was almost like we'd done something wrong.  I hadn't hit
him.  I had just tried to restrain him.  I guess I felt sorry for him a
little because he was so little and scrawny.  If he hadn't slapped me on my
ear and hurt me so bad, I probably wouldn't have hurt him.  I couldn't
fault Kerry for hitting him - boy, he almost cold-cocked him - because that
seemed like it was needed after I couldn't hold onto him.

   I wanted to love her and take care of her and protect her and it was
like she didn't want me to.  I tried to act normal and calm when we went in
the house because I knew Mom would be waiting.  Inside I was so damn
confused I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me and Kathryn as
usual.

   <><><>

   On Wednesday afternoon after school, Kathryn and I went to our part-time
jobs at the plant nursery and landscaping company.  The previous Monday,
we'd started straightening up the bagged stuff like fertilizer and mulch.
Kathryn had used the forklift and I'd done the hard part of lifting and
tossing bags.  This time, Mrs.Manchester asked Kathryn to help with
customers so I had to finish moving the bagged stuff by myself.  I sort of
liked using my muscles to arrange the bags.  It was as good as lifting
weights any day, even if it did leave me smelling like sweat and cow manure
and fertilizer.

   We got home just after five o'clock, in time to get a bath before
dinner. There was a van in our driveway and I knew it was Mrs.  Whittaker
bringing Kerry home.  After she left, I parked in the driveway.  Kerry
waited for us to get out of my truck.  The way he was grinning I knew he
wanted to tell us something.  I just wanted a shower.

   "Whatzup, Squirt?" I asked.

   "I want to talk to you," he said.

   "Yeah, and I want to shower.  Can it wait?"

   "You guys go shower," Kathryn said.  "I don't want to."

   "You can shower with us," Kerry said.  "I want to talk to Kavan but I
don't care if you hear."

   "No, I can't," she said.  "You two go bathe."

   Kerry looked confused.  The three of us had showered together a couple
of times on the afternoons when we were working and Kerry was practicing
with the school musical bunch.  He started to say something but Kathryn cut
him off.

   "I'm just getting over my period, Kerry," Kathryn said.  "I'd rather
bathe by myself."

   I thought to be so smart he could be so dumb sometimes.  But then I
thought maybe I was the dumb one.  She wouldn't let me make love to her
last night and she'd said the same thing then.  But she hadn't put a
sanitary napkin in her panties when we were getting dressed for school this
morning.  I guess I assumed we could make love tonight.  Why did she tell
Kerry that?

   Mom was in the family room reading but I could tell what she'd been
doing.  There was a smell in the air of garlic and onions and beef and I
knew it was one of my favorite casseroles.  I was starved.  She wanted to
know if I'd heard anything else about Jerome.

   All day at school the kids had been talking about Jerome's weird
behavior, with all sorts of stupid reasons for his craziness.  I had talked
to Mrs.  Frazier and got the straight scoop: Jerome was about twice the
limit on alcohol and he also had cocaine and some unidentified drug in his
system.  He had thrown up in the police car and then almost choked to death
on it.  The police took him to the emergency room and that's all that saved
him.  The doctors thought he was a goner from overdosing but they managed
to pull him through.  The police cleaned out his locker but nobody knew
what they found.  They still had Jerome in custody.

   Kathryn had already heard about Jerome so she went to the bathroom and
then downstairs to our bedroom.  Kerry stood around listening while I told
Mom what I'd learned.

   "Well, I'm glad he's OK," Mom said.  "Did Mrs.  Frazier have anything
else to say about what you two did?"

   "No, Ma'am.  The police talked to Jerome today.  He tried to say I'd
called him a name and that's why he was so mad.  He didn't get anywhere
with that excuse."

   "What did he say you called him?" Mom asked.

   "He said I told Kathryn to look at that crazy little nigger," I told
her. "But Mom I didn't.  I didn't hear anybody say anything like that and I
know I didn't say it.  Mrs.  Frazier's already checked with the security
guard and some others who saw everything.  They all said the same thing,
that he was lying.  Mrs.  Frazier said she knew me and she didn't believe
I'd say that."

   "Mom, he didn't say it," Kerry said.  "There were some kids ahead of us
in line and they might have said it.  They pushed past us and went to the
back of the line because of Jerome.  Kavan doesn't say stuff like that.  He
never has."

   "I know, Kerry," Mom said.  "I'm proud of both of you because you don't
say things like that.  Now I think you two stinkers had better get a bath
before dinner.  I don't want to have to smell you while I'm eating."

   I couldn't smell Kerry but he looked like he needed a shower.  His hair
and his shirt looked like he had been squirted with a hose.  He'd come in
from the dance rehearsals like that more than once.  He grabbed my arm and
pulled me toward the basement door.  I knew he wanted to use the basement
shower with me.  I could tell he had something he wanted to talk about.

   We stripped off in the basement, put our dirty clothes in a laundry
basket, and put the basket at the foot of the stairs so we could take it up
to the laundry.

   Kerry couldn't wait.  He started talking while we were getting
undressed. He had to tell me what had happened with Nicole.  I could tell
something had happened because his dick looked like it was ready to stand
up.

   "Nicole kissed me a couple of times this afternoon," he said.  "The
first time she kissed me after we did a routine together.  I kissed her
back and tried to hold her.  It kind of surprised me because the other kids
were watching.  They kept kidding us about it."

   "Well, what's so bad about that?" I asked.  "I thought you said they
were all the kissy huggy type anyway."

   I turned on one showerhead, adjusted it the way I like it, and handed
Kerry the back brush.  He knew what I wanted.  He soaped up the brush and
started scrubbing my back.

   "Yeah, but, the second time, she did it when nobody else was around. 
Everybody else went upstairs, getting ready to go home, and I stayed to
help her clean up.  She kissed me again and we both tried to swab out the
other's tonsils.  It was hot."

   "Did you get a hard-on?"

   "Fuck, yeah!  Nicole had her hands on my butt pulling me against her
when we were kissing.  Before we went upstairs I grabbed my backpack and
held it in front of me until I got in Mrs.  Whittaker's van.  I'm going to
have to get me a good jock strap to hold my dick down."

   "Shit, Kerry, don't worry about it.  Let'em see it.  Kathryn said she
thought it was a compliment when we first started fooling around."

   "Oh, sure, like Mrs.  Whittaker will think it's a compliment.  She's
nice but it's not her panties I'd like to get into.  Will you do my back
now?"

   I scrubbed his back while he stood under the spray.  His skin wasn't as
oily as mine and I couldn't see any problems on his back.  It was all just
smooth and clear like it had always been.  I saw he had one hand in front
of him and I knew what he was doing.  I wanted to do the same thing.

   Kathryn's period had started Saturday and I hadn't jacked off but once
since we made love on Friday night.  I was looking forward to getting some
tonight but I probably wouldn't if she was going to say her period wasn't
over.

   I wrapped my left hand around my dick and started stroking it.  Kerry
turned around, saw what I was doing, and smiled his crazy grin.  I hung up
the brush, swapped hands, and we stood there under the warm water watching
each other while we stroked our dicks.

   I heard the basement garage door opening and I knew Dad was about to
pull in.  Mom used the one-car garage in the front of the house for her
BMW. Arial got half the basement garage for hers.  Dad got the other half
for his Mercedes.  I always had to park my truck on the driveway.  I didn't
hear Dad's car but it was so quiet we wouldn't have heard it even if the
shower had been off.

   The door to the shower opened but I didn't see anybody.  Then I heard
somebody yell, "Who's using up all my hot water?" We both knew it was Dad,
even if he was trying to disguise his voice.

   "It's just your two dirty sons," Kerry yelled.  "Our mean Mom made us
take a bath before dinner."

   Dad opened the door wider and looked in.  He had on a suit and tie like
he does when he's got to meet with people.  We both stopped jacking off and
just stood there holding our dicks.  He smiled and shook his head like he
always does.  He knew what we were doing.

   "Hard day, huh?" he said.

   "Yeah, come join us," Kerry said.  "We were just trying to figure out
what to do with our hard-ons."

   "Yeah, Nicole kissed him," I said.  "He's got the hots for her."

   Dad undressed just outside the shower door.  He found a hanger where we
kept robes and hung up his pants and coat.  He threw his underwear and
socks in the laundry basket, stepped in the shower, and closed the door
behind him.

   "Don't let me stop you," he said.  "I know how it is.  Since your Mom
got pregnant, I never get any pussy.  I'm hard-up too."

   I knew he was kidding like always.  I guess Kerry didn't.

   "You mean you can't do it while she's pregnant?" he said.  "Why not?"

   Dad waved us to move aside, got under the shower, and stood there, eyes
shut, with the water spraying down on his head and shoulders.  Kerry and I
stood there, both moving our hands back and forth.

   "He's kidding, Squirt," I said, loud enough for Dad to hear.  "He and
Mom are like two newlyweds in rut.  He gets so much pussy he never has to
jack off."

   Dad opened his eyes, smiled, reached down, and started sliding his hand
back and forth on his dick.  Kerry and I watched while it expanded into a
full-blown hard-on.

   "Well, come on," he said.  "You invited me to join you.  That's what I'm
doing."

   I turned on the other shower and slanted the head so it was spraying
next to the one Dad was under.  He moved back a little and Kerry and I got
under the shower again.  We were like three points on a triangle, standing
there jacking off, watching each other, smiling at what we were doing.  I
couldn't ever remember Dad jacking off with both of us at the same time.

   Kerry came first.  He cupped his left hand under his balls while he gave
his dick hell with his right.  He squirted out a few times and then his
hand slowed down while he milked out the rest.  I did the same thing he'd
done.  I grabbed my balls, tightened the muscles in my ass and thighs, and
squirted out a three-day load.  Dad did it just like we did it except he
shut his eyes when he did it.  I could tell he tightened his muscles too
because I could almost see a six-pack on his stomach.  It looked like he
had a three-day load too.

   We stood under the shower, gradually relaxing and slowly squeezing the
last semen out of the tubes.  I started thinking about how it felt to have
a Dad who would jack off with his sons.  He'd always told us it was the
most natural thing guys could do and we should never be ashamed of doing
it. I was glad he wasn't ashamed to do it with us.

   "Well, who's going to scrub my back?" he asked after a while.

   I scrubbed his back and Kerry started talking about what he'd done with
Nicole.  He finally got around to asking what he wanted answers for.

   "Dad, what do you think I should do," he asked.  "She acts like she
wants to do something with me but I'm not sure.  I'd love to do it with her
but I don't want her to laugh at me."

   "What do you think he should do, Kavan?" Dad asked.

   "Don't ask me, Dad," I said.  "I can't figure out what to do with the
one I've got.  He's going to have to make up his own mind about Nicole."

   "He's probably right, Squirt," Dad said.  "You know her better than we
do.  You're going to have to read her signals and make up your own mind how
far to go with her.  Don't push yourself on her.  Don't hurt her.  Make
sure you're responsible like I've told you.  Have you still got some of the
condoms I gave you?"

   "Yeah, I did what you told me," he said.  "I practiced putting one on
and then jacking off with it on to see how it feels.  I've got plenty left.
Kavan and Brad gave me some too."

   "Well, I don't know what else I can tell you, Son," Dad said.  "My dad
trusted me not to hurt Allison when I was just thirteen.  I'll just have to
trust you to handle this."

   "Who was Allison?" Kerry asked.

   "Sweet little tomboy Allison," Dad said, smiling.  "We were both
thirteen and we really had the hots for each other.  Remind me and I'll
tell you about it sometime.  Let's get upstairs.  I'm hungry."

   <><><>

   During dinner, Mom started talking to Kathryn about flying to New York.
She was real casual about it, like it was something Kathryn did all the
time.  She invited her and Arial to go shopping for some pants that would
look good traveling and wouldn't need ironing.  Kathryn told her she'd be
fine in jeans like most kids wear but Mom and Arial both ganged up on her
and talked her into going shopping.  I had a feeling Mom just wanted a good
opportunity to talk to Kathryn without the rest of all around.

   We all pitched in to help clean the kitchen as usual.  Then Mom told
Kathryn and Arial to be ready in fifteen minutes and they left the kitchen.
I asked Kerry to help me with a Google search and we went to his room.  It
took maybe ten minutes to find what I wanted and to print out five pages. I
went back toward the kitchen to go downstairs and that's when I saw Mom and
Dad.

   Dad was sitting in a chair with his legs spread.  Mom was standing
between his legs, holding his head against her breasts.  Dad's arms were
around her waist and his hands were on her back.  His face was turned to
the side and I could see it.  He had his eyes closed and I could see him
taking deep breaths and letting them out.  Mom's eyes were closed too and
she was breathing about the same way.  I stood there and watched them for a
minute or so, wondering what they were feeling and thinking.  Then Kerry
came out of his room, talking to me, and they both opened their eyes.  Mom
walked past us without a word, smiling at me and Kerry, and went down the
hall to their bedroom.  Dad just sat there, smiling at us too.

   "I think I'll go for a walk up the hill while they're gone," Dad said.
"Anybody want to go with me?"

   That was exactly what I wanted.  I'd been thinking about how I could get
some private time with him ever since I got home.  I needed to bounce a few
ideas off him to see what he thought.  I was pretty close to making up my
own mind about what I wanted to do but he was always good about listening
when I needed to talk.  Then it hit me that he was probably creating an
opportunity to talk with me like Mom was doing to talk to Kathryn.

   "Do you want to go, Squirt?" Dad asked.  "Do you need to study tonight?
Do you need me to help you with anything?"

   "Yeah, I want to go," Kerry said.  "I've got to type something up and
maybe you could read over it for me.  It's not that much.  It can wait."

   Going up the hill, Kerry talked with Dad about Nicole some more.  Dad
never did try to tell him exactly what to do, except that he told Kerry he
had to be responsible for his own actions when it came to sex.  That was
about the same thing he'd told me when I started with Kathryn.

   When we got to the crest of the hill, we sat down at the picnic table
close to the big boulders.  The sun was shining through some broken clouds
off to the west and the clouds closer to us were all shades of red and
pink. We sat there without talking at first, just watching the slow change
as the sun slid out from under the clouds and began to touch the horizon.

   "Have you had any problems at school, Kerry?" Dad asked.  "Is your hand
OK?"

   Kerry held out his hand, spread his long fingers, and wiggled them.  I
could see a little red discoloration on his knuckles and down his middle
finger.

   "Nah, Dad, no problems," he said.  "My hand's OK.  I kind of like it
like this.  Every time somebody asks, I just show them the finger."

   "How about you, Kavan?" Dad asked.  "Is there any way I can help you
with the Jerome situation?"

   I told him Mrs.  Frazier said I didn't have any problems and didn't need
to worry.  I told him what I'd learned about the cause of Jerome's behavior
and what he'd accused me of saying.  Then I told him I didn't say anything
like that and Mrs.  Frazier had witnesses who would back me up.

   "You didn't need to tell me that, Son, that you didn't say it," he said.
"You've never talked about people like that.  I'm proud of the strength of
character you've developed.  You're a fine young man."

   "I'm not that fine, Dad," I said.  "I'm still having problems figuring
what to do with Kathryn.  Can I bounce something off you?"

   "Sure, I may not be able to give you any more advice than I've given
Kerry," he said.  "I'll listen and tell you what I think.  You'll have to
make your own decisions."

   I told him what Kathryn had been like when we were coming home on
Tuesday.  I tried to explain that I didn't feel like she had to thank me
for protecting her but I didn't expect her to blame me for it either.  I
told him I'd been thinking about the situation and I thought maybe she was
upset and crying because she knew I loved her and was protecting her and it
just made her own situation more difficult to handle.  I knew she loved
being part of our family and was happy being with us.  I understood why she
wanted to have a chance to spread her wings in New York with her mother.  I
told him I could understand the conflict she felt but what I couldn't
understand was why she just couldn't make up her mind about it.

   "What do you think you should do, Son?" he asked.  "What can you do?"

   "Dad, I think she really loves me and just doesn't want to hurt me.  She
feels safe and loved with our family and she never had that with her Mom
and Dad.  She's got an opportunity to take charge of her own life and take
some chances.  She just can't decide what she wants to do.  I think I'm
going to have to tell her what I want her to do."

   "What is that, Son?"

   "I want her to go to New York this summer.  I want her to get away from
me and our family for a while.  She needs to decide what she wants without
me being around.  I'm not trying to get rid of her, Dad.  It's like you and
I've talked about before.  I want her to spread her wings and fly on her
own for a while."

   Kerry had been listening without saying a word, for a change.  Now he
piped up.

   "What are you going to do while she's gone?  What if she doesn't come
back?"

   "I might date some other girls.  I'm going to tell her to do the same
thing.  I'll promise her not to fall in love with anybody else this summer.
If she comes back, we'll see if we can get along together better.  If she
doesn't come back, well, I don't have a good answer for that."

   The sun was almost down below the horizon and the entire Western sky was
ablaze.  We sat there watching.

   "What do you think, Kerry?" Dad asked.  "If you were his father, what
would you advise him to do?"

   "Shit, Dad, I don't know.  I'm not that smart."

   "Well, you'll be a father someday.  You'll have to give your kids advice
sometimes.  Should Kavan tell her he wants her to go to New York?"

   He looked at me for a minute.  Finally he said, "Yeah, I think he needs
to tell her that's what she should do."

   Dad sat for a minute or so and looked at the sky.  "I think you're
right, Son.  I think Kavan needs to tell Kathryn to go spread her wings. 
She'll have to decide whether she wants to fly back to him.  Women don't
want to hurt the people they love.  They'll put someone else's happiness
ahead of their own.  Sometimes a man has to make up a woman's mind for her,
to make her do what she wants to do, so she'll be happy."

   I guess that's when I knew what I had to do with Kathryn and that it was
the right thing to do.  We sat there for a few more minutes, just watching
the last of the glow on the horizon.  When we started back down the hill to
our house Dad got between me and Kerry and put his arms on our shoulders. I
felt more at peace than I had for two days.  I thought of something else I
wanted to ask Dad.

   "Dad, is it OK if I ask you something about you and Mom, something kind
of personal?"

   "Sure, Son, what is it?"

   "After dinner tonight, when you and Mom were hugging in the kitchen, I
was watching you."

   "Well, that's OK.  We don't hide from you kids when we want to hug each
other"

   "Yeah, but I saw your face.  What were you thinking when you were doing
it?  What were you feeling?"

   He didn't answer right away.  We just walked on, his arms on Kerry's
shoulders and mine.

   "Did you know your Mother has a few gray hairs, Son?" he finally asked.

   I didn't know what he meant.  "Nah, Dad, I didn't know that."

   "Well, she does.  Do you think we all have some sort of inward yearning
for the things that are beautiful and good in life, something that's a
wonderful part of being human?"

   "You mean like guys like to look at beautiful women?" Kerry asked.

   "Well, maybe that's some little part of it," Dad said.  "Do you think
your Mom is beautiful?  Is her red hair beautiful?"

   I could answer that.  "Sure, Dad, she's a beautiful woman.  Her hair's
beautiful too but sometimes I wish mine wasn't so red."

   "I've always loved her red hair," he said.  "It seems like I've always
loved her.  Now that her hair's started turning grey, I love her even more.
Does that make any sense to you?"

   I didn't answer and, for once, maybe Kerry didn't know what to say
either.

   "She's given me the most precious gift a man could ever get, Kavan. 
That's what I was thinking about.  She's given me her love.  She's given me
the red out of her hair.  Maybe she's given it to you too."

   I saw the lights on in the kitchen and family room and I knew Mom and
Arial and Kathryn were back from shopping.  When we went in the house, I
went through the family room and into the kitchen looking for them.  Mom
was in the kitchen preparing a bowl of fruit for breakfast.  We all liked
it especially when she put a touch of some kind of liqueur in it, like that
orange stuff.  She told us Arial was in her room and Kathryn had already
gone downstairs to our bedroom.

   Kathryn was sitting on our bed, using scissors to remove tags from a
bra. I saw some other underwear on the bed, a pair of jeans, and a pair of
navy blue pants.

   I kicked off my sneakers, saw she was watching me, and put them in the
closet beside my work boots.  I stripped off my shirt and shorts and folded
them nicely.  I'd only worn then for a couple of hours and she'd taught me
to put them on the dresser to wear again.  I hadn't put on any underwear
after I showered but she knew I liked to go commando when I was at home. 
She put the bra to one side and picked up some panties to take the tags off
them.

   "Your Mom knew I needed some underwear and she paid for all this," she
said.  "I told her I had money but she insisted.  She got Arial the same
thing she got me but she didn't get anything for herself."

   She stopped and just looked at me.  I could see her eyes shining like
she was close to crying again.

   "Kathryn, that's just one way Mom shows she loves us.  She's probably
the most loving woman you'll ever meet.  She and Dad are both that way. 
They've always made sure we know they love us."

   She sniffed a couple of times and turned her head away from me.

   "Yeah, but she's your mother.  She's not my mother.  Why does she treat
me that way, like I'm her daughter?"

   "It's because you've acted like one," I said, truthfully.  "Since you've
been with us, you've been respectful and nice to Mom and Dad.  You've done
more than your share of work around here.  I always had to help with my own
dirty clothes before you came.  Now you do it for me most of the time."

   "Well, you know I don't like washing dishes," she said.  "You usually do
that for me when it's my turn."

   I just stood and looked at her for a minute or so.  She picked up the
jeans and started removing the tags.  I knew she was hurting and I knew I
was too.  I wanted so much to do something to make her happy.  I knew it
was time to do what I had decided to do.

   "Kathryn, look at me," I said.

   She turned toward me.  I could see the trail of a tear down one cheek.

   "I want to tell you something, something important.  I've been thinking
about it and I want you to listen and not say anything until I'm finished.
Will you do that?"

   She nodded and I sat down on the bed beside her.  She started removing
the tags from the pants Mom had bought her.

   "I want you to go to New York this summer," I said.  I stopped and
waited for her to respond like I knew she would.  She turned back to me and
started to say something.  I held up my hand and she knew I wanted her to
stop.

   "Yeah, I want you to go to New York.  You want to go to New York.  I
want you to stay here with me.  But I know you can't have what you want if
I have what I want.  I do love you.  I want you to be happy.  I want you to
go to New York this summer."

   I stopped and tried to organize my thoughts.

   "If you stay here with me this summer, you'll always feel obligated to
me and my family because we love you.  You'll feel like we're making you
stay cooped up when you want to fly on your own for a while.  If you and I
are going to have a chance at staying together, you've got to be free to do
what you want to."

   I stopped and waited.  I felt like what I wanted to say was coming
together.  I hoped she understood what I was trying to do.

   "You go to New York and stay with your mother this summer," I said. 
"You think about what you want to do, what you want your life to be like.
We'll stay in touch.  We'll come up with a time when I can call you each
week.  You say your Mom's working a lot at her job.  You'll have a lot of
free time.  You'll be able to see the city, go places, do things, whatever
you want."

   I knew what I had to say next and I was afraid to say it.

   "If you meet another guy and you want to date him, do it.  Your Mom has
told you there are kids your age where she lives.  Get to know some of
them. Do stuff with them."

   She put down the last of the new clothes Mom had bought her and just
looked at me.  At least she wasn't crying and didn't look angry.

   "If I want to date somebody while you're gone, I'll do it.  Shit, I
might even date more than one girl.  I'll just promise you one thing: I
won't fall in love with any of them.  I'll keep you inside me until the end
of summer.  I hope you'll try to do the same thing."

   She started smiling at me.  Maybe I was putting my ideas together OK.

   "At the end of the summer, if you come back to me, we'll work hard at
making our relationship permanent.  We're young but we're not too young to
marry.  I don't think there's anything that would make me happier than
having you for my wife."

   "What happens if I don't come back?" she asked.  I was going to get to
that next anyway.

   "Then we'll agree that our lives will go in different directions.  We'll
always be proud of what we had and the love we shared.  Someday, maybe when
we're old, we'll think about each other and smile and be happy we knew each
other."

   "Kavan Stuart, do you know I love you?" she asked.

   "Yeah, and I love you too.  Now, will you listen to me and go to New
York this summer and be happy?"

   She looked at me, smiling even more now.  "Yes, I'll go."

   She stood up and started undressing.  I watched, wondering what she was
going to do and what she wanted me to do.  She pulled the sweatshirt over
her head, did that thing with her hands behind her back, and tossed her bra
on the bed.  I sat there looking at those beautiful perfect breasts,
perfect except for the little red stripe underneath and on her side where
the bra had rubbed.  I looked up and she had a different smile on her face.
She knew how much I loved her breasts.

   She unbuttoned her shorts, pulled then off and threw then on the bed. 
She had on white panties and her dark pubic hair showed through them.  I
could see that she didn't have a sanitary napkin in her panties.  I knew
she used those things that went inside her when her period was worst and
then used just a pad when it was tapering off.  I didn't even see a stain
on her panties.  I knew she sometimes made a mess.  She'd even rinsed her
panties out in the shower with me a couple of times.

   "Why did you tell Kerry you were just getting over your period?" I
asked.

   She looked at me, still smiling.  "Because I am, Kavan." She looked down
where I was looking, at her panties, and then back at me.

   "Do you want to make love with me?" she asked.

   I nodded.  I guess I always wanted to make love with her, even after I'd
done it a time or two.  I couldn't hide it; I knew my dick showed it.

   "Kavan, when I'm menstruating, it's not like plumbing.  I can't just
turn a faucet and have it stop.  Sometimes there's a trickle or a drip for
a few days afterwards."

   I just sat and looked at her.  I knew what I wanted to do but I didn't
know what she wanted.

   "I've wanted you so much the last couple of days," she whispered. 
"Maybe it's because you protected me from Jerome.  Maybe it's just because
I love you and I like what we do together.  I didn't want to shower with
Kerry.  I wanted to shower with you.  I wanted you to make love to me in
the shower.  If we made a mess, I didn't want Kerry to be there and see
it."

   I stood up and held out my hand.  "Could I shower with you, please?  I
got all sweaty walking up the hill with Dad and Kerry."

   "Are you sure?" she asked, looking down at my dick.  "Even if you stir
up something and get your dick even redder than it always is?"

   I nodded.  "I'm sure.  Please."

   She pulled off her panties and tossed them on the bed.  We held hands
while we went to the shower.

   We washed each other.  We didn't play and tickle each other.  I didn't
grab her butt and she didn't grab my dick.  We just washed each other
slowly and gently while we looked in each other's eyes and smiled.  My dick
was almost hard before she washed it; afterwards it was pointing up and so
hard it was hurting.  She let me wash her pussy, first with a cloth, and
then with just my fingers while the warm water ran down and off both of us.

   "Go get the bench, OK?" she said.  I knew what she meant.  She wanted me
to get the old bench we kept in the basement and used for everything, even
in the shower sometimes.  I brought it in the shower and waited for her to
tell me where to put it.  She pointed close to where the shower spray was
coming down.  She looked at it, moved it a little, and then sat down on it.
The spray was coming down in front of her, hitting on her face and chest.

   "Come here," she said, and motioned to a spot in front of her.

   When I got in place, the shower was spraying down on both of us, on
Kathryn's chest, on my stomach and dick and legs.  She pulled my dick down
to horizontal and took the head in her mouth.  I put my hands on her
shoulders, shut my eyes, and let her suck me.

   I wanted to come in her and empty my balls in her, every drop of my
sperm, with my dick, with all of me, with everything inside me.  I'd just
come not three hours earlier but it had washed down the drain and it didn't
satisfy anything.  I knew what I wanted to give her: my semen as part of
me, everything that's me.  I didn't want it in her mouth, not in her
stomach; I wanted it in her pussy, in her cunt, up in her womb, so I stayed
there no matter whether she left me or not.  I wanted her pregnant and mine
and I knew I was stupid for wanting it.

   "Don't make me come in your mouth, OK?" I said.  "I want to come in your
pussy."

   She nodded.  With my dick in her mouth, she nodded, and kept sucking and
licking and sliding her lips up and down on my glans and sliding one hand
up and down one the shaft and holding my balls with the other.  I held on
to her shoulders and felt everything building up in me.  When she stopped,
I opened my eyes and looked down at her.

   Her head was dripping wet, her hair was hanging down in black strings,
and her face was clean and pink with no makeup.  Her breasts were dripping
water from the hard little knobs of her nipples.  She was beautiful.  She
was everything I wanted and I wanted her so much it hurt.

   She turned around and moved to the end of the bench and I waited.  She
bent over, put her forearms down on the end of the bench, put her head down
on her arms, spread her legs, ass up in the air, and said, "Fuck me."

   I looked down at her, at her ass with the shower cascading down on it.
Her little brown asshole was there for my taking but I didn't want it.  As
long as we'd been together, I'd never wanted it.  Just inches away was her
cunt, soft mounds on each side, little lips inside those, lips open at one
end just enough to see the pink and red inner flesh.  I wanted to fuck her.
I wanted to fuck her forever until I got me inside her so deep she could
never get me out.

   I set the head of my dick just where the lips were already separated and
pushed gently.  The water lubricated my dick and her pussy lips and it was
warm but it wasn't slick like she is inside her.  I pushed again and her
cunt opened to me and the head of my cock slid into her.  I stopped and
waited.  She wiggled her ass and I pushed again and slid deeper in her.  I
could feel the cunt slipperiness of her, not the water slipperiness.  It
was different.  I put my hands on her thighs and pulled her ass back while
I pushed forward and slid the rest of the way in.  She was hot inside and I
was where I wanted to be and I didn't ever want to leave.

   "Don't hurt me, Kavan," she said.  Her head was down, face on her
forearms, and her words were muffled.  At first I didn't know what she
meant and then I did.  A couple of times, when I was fucking her from
behind, I'd rammed my dick into her cunt too hard and I had hurt her. 
She'd told me it was probably because I was hitting an ovary and it was
like the pain I felt when I got hit in the balls.  I didn't want to hurt
her.  I wanted to ram every bit of me into her but I didn't want to hurt
her.

   I tried to keep my fucking her under control.  I pulled back until just
the head of my dick was holding her cunt lips open and then slowly slid it
back in her.  I watched it sliding in and out and I didn't see anything red
or even pink, except my flesh and hers.  The water from the shower was
spraying down where we were joined and it would have washed everything
clean anyway.  I shut my eyes and quit watching our fucking and just
concentrated on what I was feeling.

   I didn't get in a hurry.  I just slid my dick in her as slowly as I
could, feeling the slipperiness of her cunt as her flesh molded to mine.  I
knew I was close to coming but I didn't rush it.  I just kept doing the
same thing, slowly sliding in and slowly pulling out, and felt it building
in me.

   When I came, I lost all control as usual and pushed into her as deeply
as I could.  I held her by the hips so she couldn't pull away and let my
semen spurt out time after time into her deepest recesses.  Even when I was
finished coming and my brain started functioning again, I held her against
me, her ass up against me so tight that the shower water ran off on each
side.  Finally I realized what I had done.

   I hadn't made love with her.  I hadn't even made love to her.  I had
fucked her.  I'd thought of nothing except what I was feeling.  I hadn't
thought even once of what she was feeling.  It was what she had told me to
do but I knew I should have thought about her while I was doing it, not
just about how her cunt felt around my dick.

   I pulled out of her and let the shower spray over my dick.  I didn't see
anything on my dick.  It was red like it always is, especially after it has
been in her, but she hadn't made a mess on me.

   I pulled her up, made her sit on the end of the bench, and then pushed
her down so she was lying on her back.  I spread her legs wide, knelt
between them, shut my eyes, and let my mouth find her cunt.  The shower
water was cascading down on my head and running down between her legs.

   I didn't tease her and lick her like I usually do.  I went straight for
her clitoris.  I opened my mouth over it and sucked and licked it until she
started squirming and bumping her pelvis against my face.  Then I wrapped
my arms around, underneath her legs, my hands on her hip bones, and held
her down tight against the bench.  She put her hands on my head, fingers in
my hair, and I guess I knew she'd pull my hair.  I fastened my mouth back
on her clit and licked and sucked an orgasm out of her.

   When she finally turned loose of my hair, I stood up and looked down at
her.  She lay there on the bench, one arm over her eyes, breasts soft and
almost flat with hard little nipples, legs spread wide, cunt lips open, her
vagina not closed but open like a little dark tunnel.  I wanted my dick in
there.  I wanted her again.  I looked at my dick.  It was still swollen,
not hanging down, almost standing up, not hard, but not far from it.

   I turned off the shower, picked her up in my arms, kicked the shower
door open, and carried her into our bedroom.  I eased her down on our bed
and then eased down on top of her.  I tried to keep most of my weight off
her while I got close enough to feel her breasts against my chest and my
dick against her stomach.  She wrapped her arms around my chest and then
locked her legs around mine.  I found her mouth with mine and then her
tongue with mine and I melted into her.

   A few minutes later, my dick was rock hard against her stomach so I
lifted up.  She knew what I wanted.  She slid one hand between us, put the
head of my dick in the right place, and I pushed it into her in one long
slow motion.  When I felt my dick completely inside her, buried to my
balls, I stopped motionless, lifted my head, and looked down at her face.
She opened her eyes and smiled up at me.

   "What are you trying to do, Kavan?" she whispered.  "Are you trying to
make sure I'll always remember what your big dick feels like inside me?"

   "I don't know," I said.  "I don't know what I'm doing.  I just want to
love you and make love to you and fuck you until...shit...I don't know.  I
just want you so damn much it hurts."

   "No, it doesn't," she said, smiling at me.  "It feels good."

   "Yeah, it feels good to have my dick in your pussy.  It's my heart that
hurts."

   "I know," she whispered.  "Mine too."

   "I'm sorry for all the stuff I did to hurt you, Kathryn," I said.  "I
didn't mean to.  I was just stupid and didn't know any better."

   "I know," she said.  "You're a good man, Kavan."

   I eased my dick out most of the way and then slid it back in to the
hilt.

   "Am I good like this?" I asked.

   I pulled out and then pushed back in again.

   "The best!"

   I did it a couple of times.

   "Want me to fuck you?" I asked.

   She shook her head no.

   "Why not?"

   "I want to fuck you.  I want to get on top."

   I slid my arms under her and curved my hands around over her shoulders.
She tightened her arms around my chest and her legs around mine.  We rolled
together as one, still connected, until I was flat on my back and she was
on top of me.

   "I want to ride a horse cock," she whispered.

   I remembered.  It was from the nursery rhyme about riding a cockhorse to
Banberry Cross.  We'd had fun with it once, being silly while she was on
top of me, trying to make the nursery rhyme as dirty as possible.

   "I see a fine lady, upon a fine horse," I said.

   "You're a fine horse, Kavan.  Am I a fine lady?"

   She slid up and down on my dick and combined it with the back and
forward motion she liked.

   I nodded and said, "With rings on her fingers and rings on her toes."

   She changed it to the dirty version, "With come on her fingers and come
up her nose."

   She did that thing where she flexed her pelvis and slid back and forward
with my dick fully inside her.  I knew what she was doing and decided to
help her.  I stuck my thumb in my mouth, wet it with saliva, and held it
down between her legs so her clit would rub against it.

   "She shall have music wherever she goes," she whispered.

   "She shall have horse cock wherever it goes," I whispered.

   "Is that all?" she asked.

   "She shall have my love wherever she goes," I whispered.

   She rode me, eyes closed, and I watched as her breathing got faster and
faster and her face went from a Mona Lisa smile to some sort of grimace. 
Suddenly she grabbed my hand and pressed my thumb against her and I felt
the contractions of her orgasm around the shaft of my cock.  I held still
and let her ride it out.

   After a minute or so, she opened her eyes and smiled down at me.  "Are
you ready?" she asked.

   I knew what she meant.  I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, she
wrapped her arms around me, and we rolled again, still connected, until she
was on her back and I was on top of her.  I waited until she got
comfortable, with her arms around my chest and her legs locked over my ass.
I slid my hands under her back and curled them around her shoulders so she
couldn't get away from me.  I fastened my mouth on hers, shut my eyes, and
then I began.  I knew I wasn't likely to hurt her in this position.  The
only way she'd ever complained was when I was fucking her from behind. 
Everything gradually faded away until I was nothing but horse cock riding
her.  When I came, it seemed like I was pouring my very soul into her. 
Maybe I was.



   Chapter Fifty-Eight

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Stuart Andersen, 29; Joanne Andersen, 26

   Kavan Stuart, 17; Kathryn Jenssen, 17

   Arial Stuart, 16; Brad Weaver, 17

   Kerry Stuart, 12 ¾; Nicole Whittaker, 15

   Ryan Spenser, 18; Laura Robinson, 18

   Kenjiro (Ken-chan) Daniels, 15; Akiko (Kiki) Daniels, 17

   TELLING THE STORY Kavan Stuart

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   (KAVAN)

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   On Thursday, at school, Kathryn and I met with Arial and Brad and Kerry
during lunch period and we all decided what we wanted for the pool party.
Brad insisted on giving me fifty dollars to cover some of the cost.  I took
it because I don't like to argue over stuff like that in front of
everybody. I decided I'd put it in an envelope and put it in his drawer in
Arial's room.  After school, he and Arial were working together on his
Dad's research project so Kerry rode home with Kathryn and me.  We stopped
at the supermarket to get what we needed.  I didn't think it would cost
much more than Brad had given me but we ended up spending over twice that
much.

   When we got home, we started getting everything ready.  Mom said she
would mix up the hamburgers and do other stuff in the kitchen if Kathryn
would help her.  Kerry and I cleaned the grill, washed off all the outdoor
furniture, and swept up around the picnic area under the tree and around
the pool.  We pulled a half-dozen foam rubber mats out of the basement,
washed the spider webs off, and spread them around near where we going to
put Brad's tent.  Kerry dug out all the old squirt guns and boogie boards
and other stuff we played with in the pool and checked to see what still
worked.

   After dinner, Dad and I talked about the pool party and I assured him
that we wouldn't have any problems and he and Mom shouldn't worry about us.
I told him again that there wouldn't be any alcohol.  I told him Ryan had
asked about that when I invited him and he said he didn't drink because his
father was an alcoholic and he didn't like to be around it.

   When Dad pulled out his billfold and offered me a hundred dollars, I
shook my head and told him I didn't need it.  He insisted and said he had
some work he wanted me to do so I took it.  I decided I'd hang on to it to
see if he actually had something he wanted me to do and if he didn't I'd
give it back to him.  I wanted to be responsible for everything, especially
paying for our party.  I'd already saved enough in my bank account with Mom
that it wouldn't hurt me to pay for our fun.

   Friday was a perfect day in late May with temps in the eighties and only
a few white clouds.  After school Kathryn and I went straight home to
finish up everything for the party.  I drove around to the back of the
house and parked in Dad's half of the garage.  It wasn't safe to park in
the street in front of our house so I'd told everybody to drive around to
the back.  With Arial's little car and my truck garaged in the basement, we
could get at least four more cars in the back yard.

   We went in and made a quick pit stop and then changed.  I put on the
Speedo Kathryn had picked out for me, black in back, gray in front, red
stripes on the side, and she put on a bikini in hot pink with black
accents. She told me mine was sexy with my red hair and freckles; I told
her that hers was probably going to cause a few hard-ons.  We put on knit
shirts and shorts over our swimwear like Kathryn and Arial had decided we
should.  Kathryn put on a shirt that said, "I'm with stupid!" I dug out my
baseball cap that said, "Kiss my ass!" in Russian.

   Kerry and Nicole rode with Brad and Arial so Nicole could stop by her
house and change.  They were in Arial's little car and she parked it in her
spot in the basement garage.  When they came out in the back yard, I saw
Nicole was dressed like we were, in sandals and shorts and shirt.  She
stayed in the back yard with me and Kathryn while Kerry went in to change.
When he came back out he had on some old shorts of mine that were too big
on him and a shirt with the sleeves cut off.  The sunglasses were a cool
touch as usual and his long hair looked like he'd moussed it and forgot to
comb it.  When Brad came back out, he had on shorts and shirt and sandals
too but he still looked buttoned down and neat.  Arial was her usual
neat-freak self, beautiful and perfect.

   She asked Kerry and Nicole to help her carry stuff out of the house and
then told me and Brad where to put up the tent.  I told her I thought I was
in charge of everything.  She just stuck her tongue out at me as usual.

   Brad had parked his Jeep in the back yard when he came Friday morning.
He'd brought a tent and some other stuff for the party, and then ridden to
school with Kerry and Arial in her car.  Arial had wanted something for
shade and she liked the tent idea after Brad suggested it.  The first thing
we did was set up the tent between the pool and the picnic area.  Brad said
it was a four-man tent, eight by ten feet, but it didn't look big enough to
sleep four.  On one side, we raised a flap on poles to make something like
a porch and then opened that side of the tent.  When we got through with
the tent, I stood back and looked at it.

   "What do you want this thing for?" I asked.  "It's heavy as hell and
there's still not much room in it."

   "Damn, Kavan, you just don't appreciate good stuff," Brad answered.  "I
got it at a garage sale for fifty bucks and it costs about four hundred
new. You could be in this thing in a storm and still be nice and dry."

   "Have you already tried it out?"

   "Not yet.  Arial said she'd go camping with me if I got a better tent.
She said she wasn't going to sleep in the little one I use when I go
backpacking.  I got this one so Her Royal Highness would go with me."

   "Well, when are you going?"

   "Sometime this summer.  You and Kerry want to go?"

   "I don't know.  With Kathryn gone, I'd planned on just working hard and
saving everything I could.  Take Kerry.  Maybe he could get Nicole to go
and the four of you could have a lot of fun."

   "Yeah, he'd probably love to get her out in the woods," Brad said. 
"Maybe Arial and I could show them how to do it."

   "Shit, he knows how.  Just let him and Nicole figure out what they want
to do.  Anyway, there's not enough room in that thing for four people."

   "Sure there is," he said.  "It's eight by ten.  A twin bed is three feet
wide.  We could put three blow-up mattresses inside and put two people on
each one.  We could squeeze six in.  It might be tight but it would be
fun."

   Arial and Kerry and Nicole came back with arms full of old bed spreads
and blankets to put on the foam mats.  She made me move a couple of the
mats so they were in the shade of the tent.  I was just waiting for her to
give me my next job when I heard a horn blow.

   It was Kenjiro and his sister.  Kenjiro was driving and Kerry invited
him to drive into the pool but he stopped.  They both had on what looked
like a long shirt or maybe a short kimono, white with black Japanese
characters on it, and black shorts.  She was beautiful: thin with almost
nothing on her chest but with an exotic face and straight black hair and
dark almond eyes.  If I didn't like tits so much I'd have been glad to jump
her bones.

   A couple of minutes later Ryan and Laura drove down the driveway into
the back yard and I pointed to a spot for him to park.  Ryan looked as
buttoned down as Brad and Laura wasn't much looser.  Stuart and Joanne came
last, blowing the horn as they came down the drive.  They were in his
little convertible with the top down and both were wearing baseball caps
and sunglasses.  When they got out of the car, I saw they had on shirts and
shorts and sandals like the rest of us.  They didn't look much older than
me and Kathryn.

   After everybody was introduced, Arial explained why she'd asked them to
wear shorts and sandals and a shirt.  She wanted pictures of everybody, in
couples and in groups.  She said she'd burn them to a disc for anybody that
wanted them.  She told them the camera would be on the table during the
party and anybody could use it.

   I let Arial tell everybody what we were going to do: eat and swim and
play some silly games.  Brad asked her what sort of games and she told him
to just wait and find out.  Maybe he was worried that it might be games
like we'd played at the cabin.

   She had two plastic cups, one for the guys and another for the girls. 
She said the girls were going to draw a name first and that it couldn't be
the name of the guy who had brought them to the party.  Then everybody had
to talk to the person whose name they drew and nobody else for five
minutes. Kerry griped because it didn't sound like fun to him.  Nicole told
him to cool it because we were doing it so everybody got to know somebody
else, maybe somebody new.  It was a good icebreaker.  I got to talk to
Laura on the first drawing and Nicole on the second.

   After that, we stood around and talked and posed for pictures for a
while.  Arial told everybody to go up the steps to the deck if they needed
to go in the house and follow the signs to the bathrooms.  Brad took Ryan
and Laura in tow and showed them around.  Kathryn must have been talking
girl talk with Nicole and Kiki because they all shut up when I came near.
Stuart and I carried the soft-drink cooler out of the basement and Kerry
brought the cups and other stuff.

   Finally, Arial announced it was time for the first real game.  We drew
names again and I got Kiki's.  Kathryn told everybody to get something to
drink out of the coolers and we'd play the game while we had some hors
d'oeuvres.  Kiki and Kenjiro had brought a tray of hors d'oeuvres and so
had Ryan and Laura.  Arial handed each of the guys a plastic plate and told
the girls to fill them up.  She led the way with Ryan and explained what to
do.  She said there were seventy-two servings, six different things, and we
had to put two of each on each plate.  I held the plate while Kiki loaded
us up with stuff.  When I looked around to see what we were supposed to do,
I saw Arial and Ryan standing near one of the foam mats.

   "OK, everybody, listen up," Arial said.  "We're playing shipwreck. 
We've all been on board a sailing ship in tropical waters.  The ship has
sunk and these are our life rafts.  Pick one because you're going to be on
it for a long time."

   I put the plate and my drink down near one of the mats and then put
Kiki's down next to mine.  I looked around for Kathryn and saw her with
Kerry.  Stuart was with Laura, Brad with Joanne, Ryan with Arial, and
Kenjiro with Nicole.  I didn't see how shipwreck was going to be that much
fun.  When Arial told me how she wanted the foam mats arranged, she acted
like it was going to be fun to play and I guess I expected something wild
from her.

   "Arial," Kathryn said, "you're forgetting something, aren't you?"

   "What?" Arial's face was a picture of innocence and I knew something was
up.

   "If we're all going to be on life rafts, aren't we supposed to be in
just our swim suits?"

   "Oh, yes, I forgot," Arial said.  "Everybody take off everything else."

   She pulled her shirt off, pulled her shorts down, and kicked them up in
the air.  I glanced around at the others and then looked at Kiki.  She
unbuttoned her kimono and tossed it to one side, slipped her shorts off,
tossed them, and I think my eyes bugged out.  She had on a couple of thin
strips of black material with white Japanese writing on them.  Maybe she
didn't have that much up top but she sure as hell was sexy in that outfit.
When I finally looked up at her face, she had that smile that said she knew
what I'd been looking at.  I let my mouth shape a silent "WOW" and I think
she replied "Glad you like it."

   I glanced around again and saw Kenjiro in something that was identical
to Kiki's except that he had on just one piece.  Kerry had worn the blue
Speedo with the red waistband.  Kathryn said he was sexy as hell in it and,
from the smile on Nicole's face when he turned around for her inspection, I
think she agreed.  Kerry drew a circle in the air and she turned around to
let him get a good look.  She might have been little on the slim slide but
she was showing about half a fine rear end.

   Stuart did have on a Speedo and Joanne had on a two-piece outfit that
looked like she'd bought it before she was nursing a baby.  She looked
pretty damn good for a woman with a baby just a few months old.  She caught
me looking at her breasts and winked at me.  I licked my lips slowly and
deliberately.  She knew what I meant.

   Even Brad and Ryan had on Speedos and they were the ones I wasn't sure
would do it.  I think Ryan got bug-eyed checking out six bikinis.  Arial
and Kiki were probably the closest to naked and he couldn't decide which
one he wanted to look at the most.  Brad was standing there with one arm
around Arial checking out all the other females.

   I'd seen naked women most of my life but a pretty one in a Bikini could
still get a rise out of me, especially that sexy thing Kiki had on.  It
looked like everybody had done what Arial and Kathryn wanted them to do. 
We all had on something that was as close to naked as we could get away
with.  Maybe this was going to be fun, almost as much fun as it would be
with nothing on.

   "OK, everybody, you can sit down on your life raft," Kathryn said.  "And
pay attention because we'll give you some more instructions when you're
settled."

   We all sat down and then Arial took over.

   "All the guys are part of the ship's crew.  The girls were sailing with
their old maiden aunt, who" - She made a pretense of wiping tears from her
eyes.  - "unfortunately went down on the captain."

   "Arial, you mean, went down with the captain, don't you?" Kathryn asked.

   "Oh, yes, what did I say?  Forgive me," Arial said.  "Anyway, the guys
have been trying to get the girls to screw with them, I mean crew with
them, but they haven't had any luck.  This is their chance."

   "There's just one thing to watch out for," Kathryn said.  "There's a
great white shark circling around under the life rafts so don't put your
hands or feet overboard."

   "And you're all starved so it's time to eat before we do anything else,"
Arial said.  "Please try the hors d'oeuvres that Kiki and Ryan brought.  I
hope you'll try everything but just eat what you like, please."

   "Oh, there's one more thing," Kathryn said.  "You can't feed yourself.
You have to feed the other person in the life raft."

   We all sat on our foam rubber life rafts and ate the goodies.  At first
I felt stupid feeding Kiki and then having her feed me.  We had trouble
keeping our legs on the life raft and we kept bumping knees getting close
enough to feed each other.  Every time I fed her, her lips touched my
fingers and, when she fed me, my lips just happened to touch her fingers.
When I fed her the last stuffed mushroom, she held my hand and licked the
juices off my fingers and I felt it all the way down in my Speedo.  I kept
looking in her eyes and she kept looking in mine and I wondered if she was
thinking the same thing.

   I guess everybody else was doing about the same because there was a lot
of silly stuff happening on the other life rafts.  Ryan got embarrassed
when Arial had to tell him to look at her fingers when she fed him.  He got
back at her when he apologized and told her he was looking at something
else he'd like to have in his mouth.

   Kerry got up on his knees and introduced himself to Kathryn as a
nobleman's son pressed into service aboard the sailing ship.  Then he
pulled the waist of his Speedo out a little in front and pretended he was a
ventriloquist.  He acted like somebody in his Speedo was talking and said
something like "Pleased to `eat you, m'lady," or maybe it was "meet you."
Kathryn didn't let him get away with that.  She leaned over, pulled his
Speedo away from his stomach, looked down in it, and said, "Pleased to meet
you too, little fellow.  You're cute." Some of the guys almost rolled off
their life raft laughing, including me.

   When we were through eating, Arial called for everybody's attention
again.

   "Kiki brought the smoked-salmon sushi rolls.  Did you like them?"

   She got a lot of good comments.  The little rolls were good.  I'd eaten
two of them.  Kiki insisted that I eat them and I hadn't protested when she
fed them to me.  She said she got enough sushi at home.

   "There's just one thing wrong with them," Arial continued.  "They have a
very strong aphrodisiac in them.  If you ate even one, you're going to be
very horny in a few minutes."

   That got a lot of suggestive comments, mainly from the guys.  I thought
it really would be nice to have Kiki feed me something like that.  Then on
second thought, I knew I wouldn't need the aphrodisiac.

   "You forgot the stuffed mushrooms Ryan brought," Kathryn said.  "Didn't
they have something in them too?"

   "Oh, yes, I almost forgot," Arial smirked.  "The pate stuffing contained
a very strong sleeping potion.  If you ate just one, you're going to be
very sleepy in a few minutes."

   "Hot damn," Kerry said, "I ate two salmon sushi and no mushrooms.  Watch
out, Kathryn, you're about to get crewed."

   Kathryn held her hand up to her mouth and yawned.  "Oh, I'm sorry,
Kerry, I ate two mushrooms and no sushi.  You'll just have to row your own
boat."

   "Just wait a minute, Kerry," Kenjiro yelled.  "She'll never know if you
do it or not."

   "No, Kerry, you can't do that," Joanne said.  "You wouldn't give a girl
a date-rape drug and then have sex with her, would you?"

   "Shit, I'll never get screwed," Kerry pretended to pout.  "I might as
well be sleeping with the sharks.  I guess I'll die a virgin."

   "Does anybody get to have sex?" Arial asked.  "Brad, do you get to do it
with Joanne?"

   "I don't know," Brad answered.  "Joanne and I both ate sushi and
mushrooms.  Can we do it in a hurry?"

   "Sorry, you're half asleep already," Arial said.  "Just enjoy your wet
dream."

   "Kavan, how about you and Kiki?" Kathryn asked.

   Kiki and I had done the same thing she and Kerry had done.  "You gals
have got this thing rigged," I said.  "You know Kerry and I both like
sushi."

   Nobody got to have sex.  Kenjiro and Nicole had done the same thing as
Brad and Joanne.  Stuart had eaten two salmon sushi and one mushroom and
Laura had one mushroom.  Arial had fed Ryan two sushi and he'd fed her two
mushrooms.

   Next, Arial and Kathryn decided it was time for a quick dip in the pool.
They wanted the guys to do a six-gun salute of cannon-balls off the diving
board while they sat on the sides of the pool and watched.  We decided we
wouldn't unless the girls did it too.  I didn't see any reason to give them
a show unless we got one in return.  They made us go first and I didn't
mind, even if they were shooting at us with the super-shooters.  The show
was pretty damn good watching from below when they did it and we squirted
them good when they came off the diving board.

   After that, Kerry and I decided on something we wanted to do.  We wanted
to have a battle with the girls on the guys' shoulders.  I told everybody
it was something we did every summer in the creek at the cabin.  Most of
the time it was guys on guy's shoulders but sometime it was girls on guys.
I didn't tell anybody we sometimes did it naked at the cabin.  I had Nicole
on my shoulders first and she got pulled off in no time.  After Kathryn got
pulled off Kenjiro, I got her on my shoulders for a while.  Kerry tried to
get Laura on his shoulders and she squealed like he'd grabbed something. 
Maybe he had.  It was all a lot of fun but after a while the girls decided
they'd been groped and dunked enough and said it was time to grill
hamburgers.

   I had just lit the charcoal to start grilling hamburgers when I heard
Arial ask Kerry to do the penguin.  He said he'd do it if I would do it
too. It was something we learned to do last summer.  We'd been practicing
diving and then swimming under water and Kerry had turned it into fun. 
Nobody had seen us do it except Arial and Kathryn.

   We'd dive off the board, nothing fancy, just a simple head-first dive,
swim under water from the deep end of the pool to the shallow end, and then
kick and pull ourselves out in one fast movement.  If we did it right, it
looked like we were propelling ourselves out of the water by swimming like
penguins.  The part I didn't want to do was the penguin walk going to the
diving board and then again when we got out of the pool.  I thought it
looked stupid but Kathryn liked it.  She said my butt was every bit as cute
as Kerry's.

   I pretended I didn't want to but I guess I really wanted to show off in
front of everybody.  Kerry was standing there with his arms straight down
on the sides grinning at me.  I handed the spatula to Stuart and lined up
behind Kerry.  We did the stiff-legged penguin waddle to the diving board
and then Kerry hopped up on it.  I waited to see how he'd do.

   He stood there, took a few deep breaths, a few short steps and then one
long one, came down perfectly, and then flew up and over in a dive with
almost no splash.  Damn, he'd done it perfectly.  I gave him a second to
start swimming underwater and then I took off.  I got a better lift off the
board, went higher, and then went in cleanly.  I swam to the shallow end,
gave a few quick kicks, grabbed the drain gutter, and pulled out.  Kerry
was already standing there grinning and I knew he'd come out like a penguin
too.  I lined up behind him and we waddled back to the picnic area.

   I guess everybody was impressed.  Kerry and I got kisses and hugs from
Nicole and Kathryn.  Then Kerry went around and got a hug and a kiss from
the other ladies.  I was checking the grill when Joanne grabbed me and
hugged me and kissed me.  Then Laura and Kiki were teased into doing it
too. I just got a quick cheek kiss from them.

   I had just started to put on some hamburgers when Joanne came back,
looked at the raw hamburgers, and whispered, "I like my meat big and
rare...really rare...raw...and full of blood!" I put the barbeque apron on;
I needed to hide something.

   The hamburgers were a big hit with everybody and I got lots of
compliments on how good they tasted.  I didn't tell them Mom had made them
up for us.  Joanne had brought dessert for us, double-chocolate brownies,
and they were a big hit too.

   I guess everybody was too stuffed to play for a while.  Arial and Brad
sprawled out on one of the life rafts under the tent canopy so she could
get out of the sun and most of the others did the same or got in some shady
spot.  The sun was getting low but it was still pretty hot if you were
directly in the sunshine.

   We lay around talking about school and what we were going to do for the
summer.  Stuart got a lot of questions.  I'd introduced him as my
half-brother.  Laura was curious about that and he gave her an explanation
without really telling her what Dad and Ms.  Lauren had done.  Then when he
mentioned his job and said he already had a PhD, Ryan got him to tell about
that.  We got to talking about college life and Stuart and Joanne told us
some wild tales.

   Kiki and Kenjiro got lots of compliments on the kimonos they'd worn. 
Kiki explained that they were called happi - she said happy spelled with an
i - and were traditional Japanese wear.  She said her Mom had bought them
on her last trip to Japan.  She showed everybody the design in a circle on
the back and explained what it was.  It didn't look like a dragon to me. 
She said her Mom was a buyer for an American company, an expert on Japanese
art stuff, and she went to Japan about twice a year.

   Arial had told everybody how to get to the bathrooms in the house so I
didn't think anything about it when different people or couples disappeared
into the house for a while.  I glanced up at the deck once and saw Ryan and
Laura up there looking down at the pool area.  Ryan was behind her and
slightly to one side and it looked like he was kissing the side of her face
or maybe just whispering in her ear.  He had his hands on her breasts and
she had one hand over his with the other hand down over his crotch.  He'd
never told me how close they were but that answered it.

   A little later, Kathryn and I went in the house to pee.  She took her
bikini top and bottom off, wet a cloth, then sat down on the commode and
peed and wiped her face with the cloth.  I pulled my Speedo off, leaned
back against the counter, and watched.  When I finished with my turn and
turned around, she was brushing her hair.  I sat down on the commode and
watched.  She used both hands, lifting her hair with one and brushing with
the other.  I loved the way her dark hair fell around her face even if it
was shorter now than it had been during the colder months.  I especially
loved the way her breasts looked with her arms up.  I'd always thought her
breasts were perfect, just the right size for her, and with her arms
raised, they were even more beautiful.

   When she was satisfied with her hair, she straddled my knees and started
with mine.  I'd been letting her style it since Christmas and it was longer
now than it had ever been.  She parted it in the middle and then brushed
back on each side.  I still wasn't used to the way it felt on my ears and
neck but she said she loved it longer so I let her have her way.  My hair
wasn't as straight as Arial's and Kerry's.  It had more of a natural wave
to it, sort of like Mom's.  It wasn't as red as Mom's, more of a bronze
color than red, and Kathryn said it made me look like a lion.  I still
hadn't made up my mind whether I'd get my usual summer buzz cut when she
left.

   "What do you think of Kiki?" she asked.  "Do you like her?"

   "I don't know," I answered truthfully.  "She's beautiful in a sort of
exotic way.  I guess I just can't figure her out."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, you're open and warm and when you smile you sort of light up.  I
can tell you're happy because you smile with your eyes too.  When she
smiles, her eyes don't match her lips.  I couldn't tell whether she liked
being on the raft with me or if she was just putting up with me.  I guess I
don't know what to think about her."

   "She's very beautiful, Kavan.  I think she's just a little shy and maybe
uncomfortable because she doesn't know us.  Why don't you try to get to
know her this summer?  Ask her for a date."

   "Don't start trying to line me up with somebody else, Kathryn," I said.
"I just want to work and be by myself this summer.  I need to think about
us and about what I want to do.  I love my job at the landscaping business
and I want to look into college programs in that area.  I don't need to get
involved with another girl."

   "I'm not pushing, Kavan," she said.  "I just want you to know it's OK
with me if you do date someone else.  It's what we agreed we'd do."

   All the time she was brushing my hair, I kept my eyes on the soft curve
of her stomach and the tangle of damp curls on her mound.  I could see just
the beginning of her cleft and I wanted to get my mouth down there again. I
didn't want to think of another girl.  I had the one I wanted.

   Kerry and Nicole vanished once and, when they came back, he said he'd
been showing her his computer.  I checked his Speedo and it looked like
he'd been showing her his hard drive.  His hair had been combed or brushed
straight back, not parted like it usually is, and hers had been brushed
too. I knew they both had hair that was a damp mess like everybody else's
when they left.  I guess Arial noticed it too.

   "Who did your hair, Kerry?" she asked.

   Kerry grinned at Nicole and that answered it.  "Nicole wanted to brush
her hair so I let her use my brush.  I told her I had cooties but she
didn't care.  She let me do hers and then she did mine."

   I wondered what else they'd done for each other.

   Kathryn and I finished picking up and putting away so I looked around
for a place to sit down.  I was ready to lean back and relax.  There was a
little L-shaped stone wall at one corner of the pool near the diving board
and Kiki and Nicole were sitting on towels on the wall.  Dad and I had
tried to use just the flattest stones on the top when we built it and it
was OK to sit on, except when you had a bare butt.

   Kerry and Kenjiro were back in the pool and it looked like Kenjiro was
trying to do the penguin.  Nicole and Kiki were watching and acting like
cheerleaders.  Stuart and Joanne had pulled two of the life rafts over to
the stone wall, put one of the mats against it and the other flat, and they
were sitting side by side on the mat, watching, leaned back and relaxed
looking.

   That looked good to me so I motioned for them to move over.  Kathryn was
talking to Brad and Arial.  I pulled her over to the mats and we sat down
side by side.  I put my arm over her shoulders, pulled her up closer to me,
kissed her on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, "Thank you."

   "For what?" she whispered back.

   "For helping me," I answered.  "For playing hostess.  You've been making
sure everybody has a good time and has whatever they want.  Have you had
fun too?"

   She turned her head and looked me in the eyes.

   "It's been perfect, Kavan," she said.  "It's simple things like this -
being with nice people, being silly with each other - I'll miss it this
summer."

   "It'll be here for you this fall," I said.  "You go to New York this
summer.  My family will still be here this fall.  I'll still be here."

   She half-turned toward me, slid her hand up my leg, over my crotch with
a little pause and squeeze, and then tickled me on my stomach.

   "I know," she said.  "What if I'm not?  Will you be OK?"

   I slid my hand down to her breast and pushed my fingers under her bra
until I felt her nipple,

   "I told you I will," I said.  "What did somebody say?  Tis better to
have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."

   "You haven't lost me, Kavan.  I just need to be on my own for a while."

   "I understand.  I really do.  Just remember I love you."

   "What are you two whispering about?" Joanne asked.  "Stuart and I need
to go in the house for a while.  If you want to lie down and get it on, you
can have the whole life raft."

   "We can wait a little while," I said.  "Has Stuart got to pee again? 
Damn, it must be rough to get so old he can't hold it for a while."

   "I'm not the one about to overflow, Kavan," Stuart said.  "It's Joanne.
She wants me to go help her."

   "Help her what?" Kerry asked.  I looked up and he and Kenjiro were
standing just behind the wall, dripping water.  I wondered how long they'd
been standing there.

   "She needs to put something in a bottle for Kieran Lee," Stuart said. 
"Would you like to help her?"

   "I wish you'd brought Kieran Lee," Nicole said.  "Kerry's told me all
about him.  He's crazy about him and little Paul."

   "Arial and Kerry have been great about baby-sitting since we moved here
last summer," Joanne said.  "Kerry has even learned to change Kieran Lee's
diaper."

   "Yeah, and when she puts her milk in a bottle, I even like to feed him,"
Kerry said.

   "Well, that's what she needs to do, Squirt," Stuart said.  "Would you
like to help her bottle up a little milk for Kieran Lee?"

   "Shit, Stuart, don't try to embarrass me in front of everybody," Kerry
said.  "I think it's neat how Joanne is about nursing him and letting me
learn about it.  I don't mind helping her use the breast pump."

   "If you don't mind letting Kerry help, would it be OK if I watched,"
Nicole asked.  "I'd like to learn about it too."

   "Maybe you could just bring everything out here and put on a live
performance for the whole crowd," Stuart said.  The way he was grinning
when he said that was just like Kerry does sometimes.  He tried to duck but
Joanne punched him in the stomach.

   Joanne didn't do a live performance but she did let Kerry and Nicole
help her.  They were in the house for maybe fifteen minutes.  After they
came down the steps from the deck, Kerry held Nicole's hand while they
walked down to the pool.  Joanne followed behind them and I could tell she
was looking at two sexy little butts and grinning about it.

   The sun was finally low enough so that the trees were blocking it and
the pool area where we were was in shade.  Dad had liked the big trees when
we bought the house.  When we started swimming in the nude I understood
why. Dad and Kerry and I had done lots of work cutting and clearing from
our house part way down toward the creek but Dad wanted the big trees left
for a privacy screen from the view on the next ridge.

   Stuart and Kerry and I pulled the rest of the mats close to the pool
area so we could all be close together.  Ryan and Laura claimed one of the
mats and stretched out on it.  He lay down behind her, spooned up to her,
and put his hand on her stomach.  Kenjiro was sitting in the lotus
position, like Kerry does sometimes, and Kiki was beside him kneeling
Japanese style.  Brad was sitting with his legs spread and knobby knees up
and Arial was backed up between them.  I decided it was time to ask the
question.

   "Laura, we don't usually swim like this," I started.  "We do something
different."

   She looked puzzled.  "What?"

   "We usually swim in the nude," Kathryn said.  "We do everything pretty
much like we did today.  We just don't have anything on when we do it."

   That broke the ice and we all talked about it.  Ryan and Laura thought
it was great that my family liked to be nudies when we used the pool. 
Kenjiro had already told Kiki and she felt the same way.  Kerry kept
whispering in Nicole's ear and she was smiling and nodding.  I wasn't sure
they'd feel the same way when I asked the next question.

   "We're going to invite a few friends to a pool party about once a week
over the summer," I said.  "We're hoping we won't have to worry about what
to wear for the rest of the summer.  Would you like to come back and swim
with us?"

   Ryan whispered in Laura's ear.  She listened, turned and whispered to
him, then listened again.

   "If it's like today, just without swimsuits," she said, "we'd love to
come back."

   "Who else might be here?" Nicole asked.  "I'd like to try it.  I think I
can talk my parents into letting me.  I just don't want everybody at school
to know about it."

   "We don't tell just anybody, Nicole," Kerry said.  "We just want to
invite a few other people.  It's always been family but Mom and Dad said we
could invite a few friends this summer if we want to.  They said they'd
stay out of the way.  Like Kathryn said, it will be about like today except
we won't have on swim suits."

   "Well, I'd like to do it," Nicole said.  "I don't understand why people
think it's bad to be like nudists.  I think it would be fun.  If it's OK
with your parents, I'll bet my parents would let me do it."

   Kerry pumped his fist and said "Yeah!" Nicole smiled at him and shook
her head.  "Don't let your imagination run wild, Kerry," she said.

   "Did you ever play twister?" Kerry asked her.

   "Yeah, why?"

   "Did you ever play twister in the nude?" Kerry asked, then added, "Don't
let your imagination run wild, Nicole."

   She covered her face with her hands.  I could still see her blushing on
her cheeks and throat.

   We told them about going to the cabin with Uncle Alan and Aunt Kara and
their families and how we had grown up being nudists with all of them. 
Kerry told them about the creek downhill from the cabin and how much we
liked skinny-dipping and playing games.  Arial told them how much fun it
was to have dinner on the deck at the cabin with all our relatives and
everybody sitting around eating and being silly.  I guess we were able to
convince Nicole and Kiki and Ryan and Laura that nudists were just like
everybody else, except that they weren't self-conscious about being naked.

   For another hour or so, we lay around the pool and talked while the
daylight gradually faded into darkness.  Occasionally, somebody would get
up, stretch, jump in the pool for a few minutes, and then come back to the
group.  Nicole talked Kerry into doing the penguin again and he talked her
into trying it.  Everybody watched while they did the penguin walk to the
diving board.  Kerry swam underwater to the other end of the pool and came
out like a penguin.  Nicole didn't try that part.  She just swam out of the
deep area and came up.  Kerry dived in again and came up next to her.  I
guess they ended up with their arms round each other because their faces
were only inches apart.

   Ryan and Laura pulled me away from the others and told me they wanted to
cut out.  He said she had to be home in a couple of hours and they wanted a
little private time.  I offered to let them use our basement bedroom but
they both grinned and Laura said they had already made plans.  I didn't ask
what they were but from the way they had been holding each other I guess
everybody knew.

   "Have you really played Twister in the nude, Kavan?" Laura asked.

   "Yeah, with guys and gals both."

   "Well, don't you guys get excited," she asked, grinning.

   "Sometimes," I answered truthfully.  "The gals do too.  They just don't
show it as bad.  That just makes it more fun.  You get used to it."

   "I don't know whether I could get used to it," Ryan said grinning.  "I'd
like to try.  It might take me a few years."

   "Well, I think you're going to have plenty of time, Ryan," Laura said.

   When they left, Kiki said she and Kenjiro needed to leave too.  We tried
to get them to stay but they said they'd promised their parents to be in a
little early because they were all going somewhere the next day.  Nicole
had to leave too so Arial and Brad offered to take her home.  When Nicole
put on her shorts and shirt again, Kerry put on his too.  He said he always
walked her to the door and he didn't think he ought to do it in nothing but
his Speedo.

   Stuart and Joanne offered to help me and Kathryn clean up.  I got
Kathryn and Joanne to take care of all the stuff that needed to go in the
house to the kitchen.  Stuart and I bagged the trash, put all the mats in
the tent, picked up the towels and pillows and threw them in too, and
turned off the outside lights.  When the girls came back, the four of us
settled down again on the stone wall next to the pool and waited for Brad
and Arial and Kerry to come back.

   Kerry came running out of the garage seconds after Arial parked her car.
He ran toward the pool, stripped off his shirt, hopped a little while he
pulled off his shorts, and then stopped long enough to pull off his Speedo.
He let out a loud war whoop, ran to the diving board, and threw himself
off. It wasn't a dive.  His arms and legs were spread as wide apart as
possible and his head was back.  At the last second, his hands went down to
cup under his balls.  I'd seen him do it before.  He came up and started
swimming laps.  In the semi-darkness it was hard to see him.  All I could
see was long arms appearing and disappearing in the black water.

   I decided it was time to turn my wild one loose too.  I stood up,
stripped off my Speedo, used my fingers to loosen my scrotum, and sat back
down with my legs spread wide, letting it all hang out.  Kathryn stood up,
took off her top and bottom, shook her breasts at me, and then sat back
down beside me.  When I finally looked up at her face, she winked at me.

   Brad and Arial and Stuart and Joanne watched the show.  I nodded at
Stuart and he pulled Joanne up and they stripped off too.  I watched Joanne
turn loose her breasts and then pull her little bikini bottom down her long
legs.  I liked the way her breasts looked, so full and heavy when she bent
over.  I didn't know what Kathryn was looking at but she said "Very nice,"
and I answered, "Yeah, I agree." She turned and looked at me and said, "I
was looking at Stuart's dick, Kavan." It took me a couple of seconds but I
answered "Well, so was I." That brought out a howl from Brad.

   Arial stood up and held out her hand to Brad.  He looked around at the
rest of us and then slid his Speedo down his legs.  His dick looked about
like mine felt, that it had been too close to hard for too long.  Arial did
something and her bra sort of fell off.  Then she slid her bikini bottom
down, caught it on foot, and kicked it at Brad.

   Stuart said "Very nice," and I answered, "Yeah, I agree." I thought I
knew what he'd say next and I was right.  "I was looking at Brad's dick,
Kavan." I answered "Well, so was I.  It is very nice." That brought out
some giggles and laughs from three women.  Brad looked like he didn't know
what was going on.  Poor guy.  I did so love to embarrass him when I could.

   Brad tried to act nonchalant.  He looked up at the stars, scratched
under his balls like I'd done, pulled on his dick a couple of times to
stretch it out, and then looked back at me and grinned.  "I'm glad you two
like it.  I think your dicks are very nice too." Arial stuck out her tongue
at me and tried to hit Brad but he danced away.  I remembered how he had
been the first time he was nude with us.  He certainly was relaxed about it
now.

   Kathryn leaned over to me and whispered in my ear.  I turned and looked
at her.  She had that look on her face, the one that said so much and made
me want her so much.  From the first time I'd seen it, it always had the
same effect on me.  She knew how to use it.

   "Are you sure?" I asked.

   She nodded.  "You said I should make up my own mind and then do what
would make me happy.  It's what I want to do, Kavan."

   "Yeah, but he's got the hots for Nicole," I said.  "Do you really think
it would be OK with him?"

   "Well, the rest of us have somebody to sleep with," Kathryn said.  "I
hate for Squirt to have to sleep with just his right hand.  Anyway, it's
what I want to do."

   "What are you two talking about?" Arial asked.  "What do you want to
do?"

   I looked at her and realized that she and Brad were listening to what we
said.  Then I looked further and saw that Stuart and Joanne were listening
too.  I looked at the pool and couldn't find Kerry in the dark.  Finally I
saw him hanging on the end of the diving board.  He turned loose and
disappeared silently under the black water.

   "It's about Kerry," I answered.  "Kathryn doesn't want him to be alone
for the rest of the night."

   "He's quite a kid," Stuart said.  "I wonder if he knows how much
different his life is from most boys his age."

   "He knows," Arial said.  "We all know how much different our lives are
from most kids.  Most of them have never seen their parents nude and don't
get taught much about sex.  Our parents have always been open and honest
about stuff like that."

   "Yeah, you Stuarts are different," Brad said.  "We went to the cabin
last winter and Kieran and Siobhan let us treat them like just another
couple of kids.  I guess that's the first time I really believed parents
were just like us when it comes to sex.  I'll bet a lot of kids think their
parents don't even do it anymore."

   "It was kind of a shock when we moved here last August to find out how
different you are," Joanne said.  "You'd all be more at home in California
or Oregon."

   "I guess Kerry could go home with us," Stuart said to Joanne.  "I think
he enjoyed his visit last weekend.  Do you want to invite him to go with
us?"

   "You mean come with us, don't you?" Joanne asked, grinning.

   "I guess that's up to you," Stuart said.

   "He could come with us," Arial said.  "Brad and I have played around
with him some.  We love to have him with us.  He's a lot of fun."

   "That's not what I meant," Kathryn said.  "I want him to stay with Kavan
and me.  He got to play with Stuart and Joanne last weekend.  Arial's off
limits in one way because she's his sister."

   "Go ahead and tell them what you want to do," I said.  "It's OK with
me."

   "What's OK with you?" Kerry asked.  "What does Kathryn want to do?"

   I hadn't noticed Kerry walking up and I don't suppose anybody else did
either.  I didn't say anything.  I just nodded at Kathryn and smiled.

   "I want to sleep between you and Kavan tonight," Kathryn said.  "I want
you both to make love to me and then hug me and hold me when I go to
sleep."

   Kerry grabbed a towel and rubbed his long stringy hair into a damp
tangled mess.  He wiped his face dry, then his chest and stomach, his
genitals, and his long legs.  He straightened up and looked around at the
rest of us.  He was serious, not smiling, and I wondered what he was
thinking.  Finally he grinned and said something.

   "I'd rather sleep with Nicole." He paused.  "Shit, I want to do more
than sleep with her.  I want to make love to her."

   "We can't help you there, Squirt," I said.  "That's between the two of
you."

   "I kissed her tonight when we went in the house," Kerry said, looking at
Kathryn.  "It was like we couldn't stop kissing each other."

   "I understand, Kerry," Kathryn said.  "Kavan and I were like that when
we first started going together.  This isn't about Nicole.  This is about
the way I feel and what I want.  After you and Kavan protected me at
school, I decided I wanted both of you to sleep with me.  Is that so bad?"

   Kerry didn't answer.  Nobody else said anything.  We were all waiting to
see what Kerry would decide.  I watched his face but his expression didn't
give away anything.  He was looking out over the valley behind our house,
sticking his little finger in his ear to get out some water, and wiping his
hair back away from his face.  In the dark, it was hard to see him clearly
but I thought I saw a glint of something in his eye.  He sniffed, shut his
eyes, sniffed again, and I wondered if he was about to cry.

   "I don't want you to go, Kathryn," he said, finally looking at her.  "I
want you and Kavan to stay together.  He's the one who protected you, not
me.  All I did was slow Jerome down one time.  You want a man like Kavan,
not a kid like me."

   Kathryn went to him and pulled him up against her so that his face was
beside hers.  I could hear her whispering to him.  He sniffed a couple of
times, said "Oh, shit," wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, wrapped
his arms around her, and buried his face in her neck.  I went to them, put
my arms around both of them, and held them.  We stood there silently for a
minute or so.

   "It's OK, Squirt," I whispered.  "It's OK if you love Nicole.  It's OK
if you love Kathryn too.  If she wants both of us to make love to her, if
that will make her happy, let's do it.  We've got to let her go so she can
decide if she wants to come back to me."

   Finally Kerry pulled away from us and punched me on the shoulder.

   "Oh, shit, let's all get naked and get in a pile," he said, with that
big grin back on his face.

   "I second that," Brad said.

   "Brad Weaver, if you haven't noticed, all of us are already naked,"
Arial said.

   "Well, I think we should all go in the tent and get in a pile," Brad
said, grinning.  "Kavan thinks the tent will barely hold four people. 
Let's show him it will hold seven."

   Joanne whispered something to Arial.  Arial motioned with her finger to
Kathryn and she joined them.  I watched three heads close together,
listened to the giggles and whispers, and wondered what they were cooking
up for us guys.  Finally the girl group broke up and Arial told us what to
do.

   "You guys get in the tent and arrange the mats and pillows.  Close all
the window flaps and the door flap so it's really dark inside.  We're going
in the house for something so just wait for us."

   "Arial, what are you and Kathryn and Joanne up to," Brad asked.  He knew
my sister well enough to know they'd come up with something new.

   "That's not the right question," Kathryn said.  "The right question is
what are you guys up to."

   "Oh, shit," Kerry said.  "I think us guys are in for a hard time."

   "Joanne, do you think we ought to stay any longer?" Stuart asked.  "I
thought you wanted to get home to take care of Kieran Lee."

   "We can stay another hour or so," she answered.  "Jack and Lauren were
tickled that we'd go off and let them keep the kids.  If we get back a
little after midnight, I can take care of Kieran Lee then."

   "Yeah, but when are you going to take care of Stuart?" Kerry asked.  "It
might be hard on him to make him wait."

   "Oh, I don't know," Joanne said.  "If it's still hard when we leave,
I'll think of something to do when we get home."

   The girls went to the stairs leading up to the deck, still whispering
and giggling.  We could hardly see the white butts going up the stairs but
we all watched anyway.

   "Well, come on, we'd better go pee before they get back," Kerry said.

   We followed him to the stone retaining wall downhill from the pool and
lined up.  I could barely see four streams arching over.  I guess we were
all trying for distance.  Stuart was the one who said it this time.

   "It's great to be a man and take a good hot piss on a warm spring night
like this."

   We went back to the tent and arranged things so we had three rows of
mats, two deep, with blankets over them, and pillows and damp towels
scattered around.  When Brad closed the window flaps on each end, it was so
dark I could hardly tell who I was looking at.

   "Shit, there's not room for all four of us to lie down," Kerry said.  "I
guess Stuart will have to wait outside."

   "Oh, no, Squirt," Stuart said, "you let Nicole get away.  You need to go
on to bed."

   "Oh, let him stay," Brad said.  "He can watch."

   "Yeah, like I can see something," Kerry said.

   We kept moving around on our hands and knees trying to find room for
four pairs of long legs.  I'd just settled down in a corner when I heard
Kerry giggling.

   "Damn, Stuart," he whispered, "don't bite my dick so hard."

   "Shit, it's your fault," Stuart whispered back.  "Don't pull my hair and
I won't bite your dick."

   "Let Kavan suck it," Brad said.  "He doesn't bite and he's got good
manners.  He doesn't talk with a mouthful."

   I decided to play along with them.  I tried to make sounds like somebody
swallowing something and choking on it.  I hocked and retched and pretended
to spit something.

   "Damn, Brad, you said you'd tell me when you were going to come."

   "Kavan, can I be serious for a minute?" Stuart said.  "I want to ask you
something."

   "Yeah, what?"

   "It's about what Kathryn said, about Arial being off limits to Kerry.  I
thought there wasn't much you and Arial and Kerry hadn't done with each
other."

   "Yeah, you're right, I guess," I said.  "Over the years, we've done most
everything with each other except for the biggy.  I've never tried to get
my dick in her pussy and, as far as I know, Kerry hasn't either."

   "And Siobhan and Kieran knew about it and didn't mind?" Stuart asked. 
"They didn't fuss when you were kids and you played doctor with each
other?"

   "It seems like I've always known how Arial's equipment is different," I
answered.  "I vaguely remember lying on my stomach with my face between her
legs and trying to figure out where things were.  Maybe I was about six or
seven.  Mom and Dad had given us our first book explaining sex and I was
trying to find her vagina.  Mom walked in on us.  She just asked what we
were doing.  "

   "Yeah, but when you got older, didn't you want to get your dick in
there? Did you ever try?"

   "I guess I wanted to, just because I was curious.  But Dad was always
talking to us about how he trusted us when it came to sex.  I remember lots
of times him talking to me and telling me I'd betray his trust if I tried
to do it with Arial.  I guess that's what kept me from trying."

   "How about you, Squirt?" Stuart asked.  "You've never had your dick in
your sister's pussy either?"

   "Nope, I never have either.  Dad's talked to me too, about how he trusts
me about sex.  I guess I've always known we shouldn't try to do it with
Arial.  But it's not just Dad.  It's more than that."

   "What do you mean?" somebody asked and I realized Brad had said
something over in his corner.

   "Well, I guess Arial and I are pretty close because she's always been
like a little Momma to me," Kerry answered.  "I think we love each other a
lot more than most brothers and sisters.  I just don't ever want to do
anything to hurt her."

   "Your dick's not that big yet, Squirt," Stuart said.

   "I don't mean it that way," Kerry said.  "It's just that she's so happy
with Brad and I don't want to cause them problems.  I like him.  I think
he's a good guy for Arial."

   "Thanks, Squirt," Brad said.  "I like you too."

   "She's your sister too, Stuart," I said." At least she's your
half-sister.  I guess you can't do it with her either.  Why are you asking
about it?"

   "I'm just trying to understand how things are with all of you," he said.
"Brad cold-cocked a jock last fall when he bothered Arial.  Now Kerry drops
a crack-head when he tries to get at Kathryn.  I don't want any of you guys
getting mad at me.  I'd like to play around with you but I don't want to
get punched out."

   "Shit, Stuart, I'm not going to get mad at you," Kerry said.  "You and
Joanne have been...I mean...the way you've both been so nice to me and
taught me stuff...I couldn't get mad at you."

   "I think I hear them coming down the stairs from the deck," Brad said.
"What do you think they're going to do to us?"

   "Well, whatever it is, I'm just going to relax and enjoy it," I said. 
"I'll bet we'll like it."



   Fifty-Nine



   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Stuart Andersen, 29; Joanne Andersen, 26

   Kavan Stuart, 17; Kathryn Jenssen, 17

   Arial Stuart, 16; Brad Weaver, 17

   Kerry Stuart, 12 ¾; Nicole Whittaker, 15

   Ryan Spenser, 18; Laura Robinson, 18

   Kenjiro (Ken-chan) Daniels, 15; Akiko (Kiki) Daniels, 17

   TELLING THE STORY Kavan Stuart

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   (KAVAN)

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   "I think I hear them coming down the stairs from the deck," Brad said.
"What do you think they're going to do to us?"

   "Well, whatever it is, I'm just going to relax and enjoy it," I said. 
"I'll bet we'll like it."

   "Yeah, well, I told Arial she'd better quit getting me to play games
with all of you," he said.  "I'm beginning to like it too much."

   "Brad, Joanne thinks you're one sexy guy," Stuart said.  "She said she'd
love to get you in a sixty-nine with her on top."

   "Yeah, I'll bet she said that," Brad answered.  "What would you do if I
actually did that with her?"

   "What would you do if I did it with Arial?" Stuart asked.  "Would you
cold-cock me too?"

   Brad didn't answer.  I don't know if he could have but he was saved by
footsteps just outside the tent.  The three of them didn't say anything
when they came in the tent.  They just pushed the entry flap to one side
and silently slipped in.  Then I heard the zipper on the entry flap being
closed and it was almost completely dark in the tent again.

   "OK, where are you guys?" Arial asked.  "I can't tell which is which."

   We all answered "Here" and I guess our voices were identification
enough.

   "We want you to line up, side by side, heads toward the back of the
tent," Kathryn said.  "Keep your legs stretched out straight."

   With a little pushing and shoving and groping and griping, we finally
got ourselves arranged side by side.

   "Where are you, Stuart?" Joanne asked.

   He was next to me, on one end of the row.  He answered.  Maybe he was
trying to imitate Kerry's voice but he didn't fool me.  Then Kerry answered
on the other side of me and he was trying to imitate somebody, maybe
Stuart. They couldn't fool anybody.  Brad answered from the other end of
the row.

   "Good," said Joanne.  "That's where we want you.  There are only three
of us so Stuart will have to wait.  We're going to show these kids what we
can do with cocoa butter."

   I had no idea what she was talking about but Stuart did.  He said, "Hot
damn, you guys are gonna love this."

   "Joanne, is that the stuff you rubbed on your nipples after you pumped
your milk out?" Kerry asked.

   "It's made by the same company," Joanne answered.  "But this stuff has
lots of other uses."

   "Did you help her rub it on her nipples, Kerry?" Brad asked.

   "Up yours, Brad," Kerry said.  "Quit teasing me.  I just watched. 
Joanne said Kieran Lee sucks so hard her nipples get sore."

   "Well, did she let you taste it, Kerry?" Stuart asked.

   "Up yours too, Stuart," Kerry said.  "Joanne said she didn't have to
wash it off before Kieran Lee nursed so I tasted it.  It was OK."

   "Leave him alone, Stuart," Joanne said.  "I put a little on Nicole's
finger and told him to taste it.  Nicole put her finger in his mouth.  It
was all perfectly innocent, wasn't it, Kerry?"

   "Yeah, it was all perfectly innocent," Kerry said out loud, and then
whispered, "Except my dick tried to rip its way out of my Speedo."

   "OK, you guys shut up now," Arial ordered.  "We've got to get in place
so we can do something."

   They shuffled around a little and kept bumping into my legs and
whispering to each other.  Finally somebody stopped and straddled my legs
with her ankles touching my calves.  I heard a whispered "OK?" and a couple
of whispered "Yeahs." The one over me knelt down and settled in her place
with her butt on my knees.  From the moaning and groaning on one side of
me, I guessed that someone had done the same to Brad and Kerry.

   I barely heard somebody whisper, "Here.  Get some," and a few seconds
later, someone whispered, "Ready?" and then a "Yeah," and an "Uh huh."

   I felt a hand on my dick and then on my balls.  I had no idea whose hand
it was and I had no idea what was about to happen.  My dick didn't care. 
It knew something was going to happen and it was almost hard already.

   Then I felt a second hand on my dick, with something, maybe grease, a
little bit like Vaseline, maybe a lotion or salve of some kind.  The hand
started smearing it all over my dick and it quickly changed into something
slippery, not really greasy, just slippery as hell.  Then the hand smeared
the stuff all over my balls and even back between my legs as far as fingers
would reach.  It smelled good.

   "Jeeze, what is this stuff?" I heard Brad ask.

   "Shit, don't ask, Brad," Kerry responded.  "Whatever it is, it's good
stuff."

   It was good stuff.  She had both hands on me now, up and down on my
dick, rolling my balls around, teasing behind them.  Whatever it was, it
was damn good stuff.  I lay there and let her do it and my dick went from
hard to harder and then hardest.  I wasn't about to come but I knew I
wouldn't last long.  The stuff made even a hand job a mind-blowing
experience.

   "Ready?" someone asked again barely whispering, and I heard a couple of
faint "Yeahs."

   Whoever it was playing with me wrapped one hand around my dick and
pulled down to my stomach, stretching my foreskin back so tight it was
almost painful.  Then she put another hand on the shaft, squeezed it tight,
and slid it up and off over the head.  Next she slid her hand over the head
and down, squeezing as tight as she could.  It was almost too much to bear
and I groaned.  Then I groaned a lot more when she kept doing it.  It was
like nothing I'd ever experienced.  As much as I'd jacked off, I'd never
felt anything quite like it - sort of like the tightest and slipperiest
pussy I'd ever been in, if a tight pussy could clamp down and squeeze my
dick out of it.

   I suppose Kerry and Brad were getting the same treatment.  Brad was
groaning and Kerry was using his favorite word, drawing it out until it was
a hissed "Shiiitttt." Whoever was doing him started giggling.

   "OK, let's shift," I heard Joanne say in a normal voice.  She was the
one who had been doing me.  She moved over to straddle Stuart's legs and
somebody else straddled mine.

   "Kathryn?" I asked.  I smelled something familiar and I knew it was her.

   "Yeah, do you like it?" she answered.  Her hands started sliding and
stroking and I finally managed to squeeze out a weak "Yeah."

   "Brad, you can do it for yourself for a while," Arial said.  "I've got
to help poor little Squirt with something."

   "Well, is anybody going to tell me what this stuff is?" Brad asked
again. "I want to get some for me and Arial."

   "It's something Lauren told me to use when I was pregnant with little
Paul," Joanne answered.  "It's a combination of cocoa butter and some other
skin softeners.  Women use it on their stomach when they're into late
pregnancy.  It helps to prevent stretch marks."

   "Yeah, and sometimes they use it on their husband's dick when they can't
fuck anymore," Stuart said.  "Sometimes a husband uses it on his dick while
the wife watches and giggles."

   "You guys try it by yourself," Kathryn suggested.  "I'll bet you'll like
it better than baby oil."

   I slid my hand over my balls and around and up my dick, and then stroked
it a few times.  It was damn good stuff, maybe better than baby oil but I
couldn't remember when I'd last used that.

   "Can I place an order for a case of it?" Kerry asked.  "It's better than
baby oil any day."

   I felt Kathryn's hands slide up my thighs so I moved my hand out of the
way.  She wrapped her hand around my dick and started stroking it while she
teased my balls with her other hand.

   "Kerry, I brought it for your Mom," Joanne said.  "In a few months,
she'll start using it when the baby gets bigger."

   "Yeah, Kieran can have lots of fun rubbing it on Siobhan's tummy,"
Stuart said.  "He can warm her up for something else."

   Kathryn's hand was sliding slowly up and down on my dick.  I relaxed and
let her do it while I listened to Stuart and Kerry and Brad talk.

   "Can you really do that, have sex, I mean, when the baby gets big?" Brad
asked.  "It won't hurt anything if they keep on doing it?"

   "You just have to be careful," Kerry said.  "You shouldn't put your
weight on her or use positions where you penetrate her the deepest.  There
are still lots of positions you can use to get your dick in her pussy. 
They're all great."

   "How do you know, Dr.  Squirt?" Brad asked.

   "We talked about it when he visited with us last weekend," Stuart said.
"He doesn't ever run out of questions when he gets started."

   That made me wonder what they'd done with Kerry except answer his
questions.  I knew he wouldn't tell me even if I asked him.

   "But do women like it then?" Brad asked.  "When Arial's pregnant, will
she really want me to have sex with her?  When the baby's really big, will
she still like me to do it?"

   Kathryn pushed one slippery finger back behind my balls into my crack.
She kept her hand moving so I didn't care where her finger went.  I didn't
care what she stuck up my asshole.

   "Yes, Kerry, we like it," Joanne said.  "Stuart was slow and kind and
careful with me with both babies.  We did it until about a month before the
baby was born and it was always good."

   "Yeah, for about a month before the baby's born and about a month after,
I had to jack off," Stuart said.  "That's when I learned how good cocoa
butter is."

   "I don't think you could get your tongue in deep enough to hurt the
baby, Brad," Kerry said.  "Maybe Arial would like that."

   "Quit teasing him, Kerry," Stuart said.  "I think I did go down on
Joanne about two weeks before Kieran Lee was born.  He kicked and wiggled
for about a half-hour after she had an orgasm."

   "It's time to shift again," Joanne said.  "I'll help Brad.  Who gets to
jack off by himself?"

   "I'll help Stuart," Kathryn said, "if he wants me too.  Maybe he'd
rather row his own boat."

   I felt her move off me in Stuart's direction.  Then I felt Arial's knee
between my legs and Kerry's leg against mine.  I waited but she was just
sitting there with half her butt on my right knee.

   "I did a half-shift," Arial said.  "I can do Kerry and Kavan both and
nobody's left out."

   "Why should we do it for them?" Kathryn asked.  "Why can't they do it
for themselves?"

   I decided to see if I could stir up a little trouble.  I leaned over to
one side to Kerry and then the other side to Stuart and whispered to them.
Then I reached to the left and wrapped my hand around Stuart's dick,
reached to the right and wrapped my hand around Kerry's dick.  I felt his
hand wrap around my dick and I knew he had Brad's dick in his other hand. I
started slowly sliding both hands up and down and I felt Kerry do the same.
I waited to see how long it would take the girls to figure out what we'd
done.

   "Oh, let's be sweet to them," Joanne said.  "Maybe they can do something
for us later tonight."

   I felt Arial's hand slide up my thighs searching for my dick.  Kerry
kept his hand on it.  She found his hand and started feeling around, trying
to figure out what was going on.  I guess Joanne and Kathryn were doing the
same thing.  Kathryn found Stuart's dick with my hand already on it and
then slid her hand up my arm until she understood what I'd done.  I suppose
Joanne found Kerry's hand already on Brad's dick too.

   "I think Kavan and Kerry are already doing everybody," Joanne said.

   I turned loose of Kerry and Stuart and felt Stuart's hand wrap around my
dick and start stroking.  I assumed he was using his right hand on my dick
and his left on his own.  If Brad had understood what Kerry whispered to
him, I assumed he was jacking his own dick and Kerry's as well.

   "No, we're not," Kerry said.  "Somebody's got a sweet little soft hand
on mine.  Who is it?"

   Joanne giggled.  "Brad's doing double duty for himself and Kerry. 
What's Stuart doing?"

   Kathryn giggled too.  "He's doing Kavan and himself at the same time. 
Maybe they don't need us anymore."

   "Well, let's just go in the house and let them have their fun," Arial
said.  "I'm tired and sleepy."

   "Don't go," I heard Kerry whisper, in a little-boy voice.  "I'll cry if
you do."

   "I thought we agreed we'd be sweet to them and let them lay there while
we jacked them off," Kathryn said.

   "Please, don't go," I whispered.  "I'll be good."

   "I thought we agreed we'd do that and then give them all a blow job,"
Arial said.  "Then they can do something for us."

   Brad said it too, "Please, pretty please, don't go.  I'll be good too."

   "I thought we agreed to put them to bed with a good fuck if they could
still get it up," Joanne said.

   "Yeah, please don't go," Stuart said.  We'll be good little boys. 
You're bad girls and we want to give you a good licking.  My tongue's got a
hard-on."

   "Yeah, I second that," Kerry said.  "My tongue's got a hard-on too."

   "Mine doesn't," Brad said, "but it's six inches when it's soft."

   "Damn, Brad," I said, "that's longer than your dick.  No wonder Arial
loves you."

   They made us beg a little more but they finally relented.  We did just
what they said; we laid back with our hands crossed on our stomach and let
them have they way with us.  Arial, I think it was, put another coat of the
stuff on my dick and jacked me with one hand.  I guessed she had the other
on Kerry's dick.

   After a minute or so, they shifted around and whoever straddled me
settled down with her butt on my knees.  She used two hands and pushed my
foreskin down tight while she slid the other hand up and off over the head
of my dick.  Within a minute or so, I had all I could take.  I tightened my
legs and butt and I guess she knew what that meant.  She did it as fast as
she could.  I blasted out a big load that landed on my chest and stomach. I
grabbed somebody's hand and made her stop because the feeling was so
intense it was almost painful.

   "That's one," Joanne said.

   "Nope, that's two," Arial said beside me.  "Stuart just came too.  He
and Kavan had a simultaneous orgasm."

   "Well, one of you take Kerry and I'll finish off Brad," Kathryn said
from the other end of the row.

   Joanne moved off my legs and over to Kerry.  It wasn't long before she
said, "Number three just squirted all over everything."

   "Well, you're the...you're the one who pointed it," Kerry panted.

   "What's the matter, Brad?" Stuart teased.  "Doesn't Kathryn know how to
do it?"

   "Don't listen to them, Kathryn," Arial said.  "Brad cheated.  We went in
the house to pee a couple of hours ago and Brad made me jack him off in the
sink."

   "Stick a finger up his ass, Kathryn," Kerry suggested.  "He likes that."

   "Kerry, that's gross," Arial squealed.

   I heard Brad moan.  There was no mistaking what was happening to him.

   "I used two fingers, Kerry," Kathryn said.  "That did it."

   Brad wasn't about to let them say stuff like that without getting back.

   "It's even better... when Kerry's got... his dick up my ass," he
groaned.

   Arial squealed Brad's name this time, dragging it out, and Kathryn and
Joanne started giggling.

   "Joanne, I thought you were supposed to catch it in your mouth when I
came," I said.  "Now, I've got it all over my stomach."

   "Yeah, and then swallow it like Brad does," Kerry said.

   Arial squealed out Kerry's name again and all of us started laughing.

   Some more dirty suggestions got thrown around before we all finally
settled down.  I took a couple of deep breaths to relax and realized we'd
replaced the musty smell of the tent with something else.  I could smell
semen above everything else but there were also the smells of sweat and
aroused women.  It was a potent brew.

   "Somebody's stinking up the tent," I said.

   "It was Brad," Kerry said.  "He farted."

   "I did not," Brad said.  "It was Kathryn.  She almost blew my knee-cap
off."

   "It's not that kind of smell," I said.  "I think there are some hot
women around here.  Do you guys want to help me cool them off?"

   "Yeah, throw me a towel so I can wipe this stuff off," Brad said.

   "Don't let him wipe it off, Kathryn," Arial squealed.  "Smear it all
over him."

   I lay there and listened to the other guys cussing and I guess they were
getting a coat of semen and cocoa butter on their stomachs.  Joanne moved
off Kerry and started smearing something around on my dick and balls and
them up on my stomach.  I didn't stop her even when she rubbed her hands on
my cheeks.  I sniffed deeply a couple of times and I really got a good
whiff of it then.

   "I smell come in the cocoa butter but I think there's another scent," I
said.  "I think Joanne's had her fingers in her pussy.  I bet they've all
been stirring up something."

   I heard sniffing beside me.  "You're right, Kavan," Stuart said.  "This
little pooh-bear on my legs has definitely had her fingers in her
honey-pot."

   "Shit, that's a good one, Stuart," Kerry said.  "Now Brad's got a
pooh-bear princess with a honey-pot pussy."

   "Yeah, I like it," Brad whispered.  "Honey's good to eat."

   "Well, just take a deep breath or two," I said.  "With the stinking old
tent, cocoa butter, semen, sweat, and honey-pot pussy, we've got a powerful
mixture.  We ought to bottle it and sell it."

   "Yeah, I haven't smelled anything as potent as this since last August
when we spent the night in the haunted house," Stuart said.

   "Stuart," Joanne groaned, "shut up!"

   Everybody shut up.  It took me a second to understand that Brad was the
only one who hadn't been in the haunted house.  And that Arial was there --
but with Luke.  I guess we were all wondering the same thing - whether he
knew about Arial and Luke.

   "It's OK," Brad said.  "I know what happened last August when you were
all at the cabin.  Arial's told me all about it.  I'm OK with it."

   "Are you sure, Brad?" Joanne asked.  "You're going to meet Luke and
Rachael tomorrow.  I hope you and Luke will be friends."

   "We will be," Brad said.  "I know how much the Stuart family loves Luke
and Rachael and their kids.  Arial's told me what happened with her and
Luke.  She even told me who Rachael had for company while Luke was with
her. I'm glad her first time was a hell of a lot better than mine."

   "Well, are we going to give these women a good licking or not?" Stuart
asked.

   "Naw, let's give them a good dicking," Kerry suggested.

   "That can come later, Kerry," I said.  "Stuart and Joanne can get it on
when they go home if he can get it up again.  Brad probably can't get it up
because he's been jacked off twice.  We'll let him and Arial go on upstairs
to bed.  You and I have a date with Kathryn, remember?"

   "Promises, promises, that's all I ever get," Kathryn said.

   "Yeah, they can't do anything but talk," Joanne said.

   Arial started to say something but she cut it off with a different sort
of squeal this time.  She fell half on top of me and Stuart was half on top
of her.  I grabbed Joanne and wrestled her down between me and Kerry.  Brad
must have done the same thing to Kathryn and I don't know where she landed
but Kerry yelled.  "Damn, you broke my dick off."

   I straddled Joanne, caught her wrists, and pinned her down.  She
pretended to resist for a few seconds.  I leaned over and whispered in her
ear, "I envy Kieran Lee."

   She whispered back, "You can have a taste if you want to, little boy. 
Stuart and Kerry got at me last weekend.  I might as well let you and Brad
taste momma's milk too."

   I didn't care whether Brad got his or not but I wanted to.  I slid down
on her a little, found her breasts with my hands, and found one big stiff
nipple with my lips.  I sucked gently and tasted warm sweet milk.  She put
her hand behind my head and tried to smother me in her breast.

   Stuart and Arial were still wrestling next to me.  I guess he was trying
to pin her down too.

   "Stuart, what are you trying to do?" Arial groaned.

   "I'm going to bite your butt, Princess," he said.  "I've wanted to since
the first time I saw you."

   Somebody pushed against my shoulder and Kerry whispered next to my head,
"Move over.  Let me have some too." I moved over to the other breast and
found a nipple again.  Joanne had one hand behind my head and I suppose the
other was behind Kerry's.  I could hear him sniffing and breathing and I
figured Joanne was trying to smother him too.

   "If you two do this to Kathryn tonight," she managed to groan, "she'll
need both your big dicks to put out the fire in her pussy."

   I straightened up and felt off to the side where Arial and Stuart were.
I felt his back; he was bent over Arial.  I felt down lower; he had her on
her stomach with his head about where her butt was.

   "Brad, Stuart's biting Arial's butt," I said.

   He didn't say anything.  All I heard was moaning and groaning and
squealing on both sides of me.

   "Brad, did you hear me?" I asked.  "Stuart's biting Arial's butt."

   "He can't hear you, Kavan," I heard Kathryn whisper.  "I've got a
leg-lock on his head."

   "Does he know how to use his tongue?" I asked.

   "I heard that," Brad growled.  "Kathryn's trying to kill me.  She almost
broke my neck."

   "Yeah, it's like he's trying to kill me," Kathryn whispered.  "I'll
swear he does have a six-inch tongue."

   "How long is yours, Kavan?" Joanne whispered.

   I decided I'd show her but I wanted to see if I could get Brad to do
something first.  I leaned over to whisper to Kerry and all I felt was his
butt.  He was leaned over Kathryn, either with his mouth on her breasts or
kissing her.

   "Brad, come over here," I said.  "Joanne's got something for you.  Let
Kerry take care of Kathryn for a few minutes."

   "Stuart, you're going to break me in half," Arial whispered.

   I felt in that direction and touched her leg and Stuart's arm.  I
explored a little more and knew what he'd done.  He had her on her back
now, holding her legs bent back, with his head down at her pussy.  It
seemed like a good plan to me.

   Brad and Kerry must have collided because I heard a bonk and a "Shit"
and an "O, fuck," at about the same time.  When they finally got
rearranged, I pulled Brad closer and told him what Joanne wanted him to do.

   "Shit, I can't do that," he protested.

   "Yeah, you can," I said.  "Kerry and I already have.  I'm going down on
her while you get a little taste."

   I caught Joanne's legs behind her knees, lifted and spread her, and
tried to find room to get my head down to her pussy.  She pushed herself
toward the back of the tent with her hands and I tried two or three ways to
get at her without kicking the front side of the tent down.  I finally bent
my legs off to one side, slid my cheek down the inside of her thigh, and
let my nose lead me to it.  Her honey-pot was wet, drooling wet, and ready.
The scent and the taste went straight to my dick.  It was already rigid
again and I wanted so much to shove it in where my tongue was.

   "That's good, Brad," I heard Joanne whisper.  "That's good, Kavan."

   "Yeah, that's good, Stuart," I heard Arial sigh.

   "Yeah, that's good, Kerry," I heard Kathryn murmur.  "Just keep on
licking it right there."

   I don't know how much longer we kept on giving them a good licking. 
After a while, Stuart was straddling Arial and I guess he was trying to
fuck her between her little tits or maybe trying to get her to suck his
schlong.  I decided to help him.  I got my mouth at her little pussy and
made her squeal the way she always does.

   When I straightened up for a breather, Brad was rolling around with
Joanne and I couldn't tell what they were doing.  I felt around until I
figured it out.  He was flat on his back and she was straddling his head. I
groped some more and realized she was probably sucking his dick while he
had his hands on her ass cheeks, his head bent up, and his mouth on her
pussy.  I pulled his hair just to let him know I knew what he was doing. 
Then I just shook my head in disbelief.  It was hard to believe he'd
actually do it.

   I stood up, put my hands on Joanne's back, stepped over her, and moved
in Kathryn's direction.  She and Kerry were cuddled up together.  I felt
around again and figured out what they were doing.  She was flat on her
back.  Kerry was on one side, his face at her breast, his hand down at her
pussy.  It was something she liked - a mouth sucking gently on her nipple
while a finger slid around and around in the juices of her cunt with just
the lightest of touches on her clitoris.  I lay down on the other side of
her, found her other breast with my mouth, and let my finger join Kerry's
in her cunt.  I loved to do it to her too.

   I heard some more groaning and moaning on the other side of the tent and
then somebody whispering "Oh, shit," over and over again.  I knew it was
Arial, the little princess who said that when her Prince Charming made her
come.  It always seemed funny to hear that coming from her.  Whatever
Stuart had done, she sounded like she liked it.

   Just a little later, I heard groaning beside me and then somebody
gasping for breath.

   "Oh, shit, yeah," I heard Joanne whisper.  "You have got a six-inch
tongue, Brad."

   I decided it was time to see if we could make Kathryn say "Oh, shit,"
too.  I grabbed Kerry's hand and guided his finger to her clitoris.  I
curled my hand around, slid my long finger into her as deep as I could and
started stirring up the honey-pot.  It didn't take long until I felt her
contractions on my finger.

   She said it.  "Oh, shit, oh, shit, don't...you've...that's enough,"
followed by some incomprehensible grunts.  I let my finger be still and
stopped sucking on her nipple.  I could feel the ripples down there around
my finger.

   Everybody was quiet for a few minutes.  Then I heard some shuffling and
moving around on the other side of the tent.

   "Did you put a hickey on Arial's butt?" I heard Joanne ask.

   "Nope," Stuart said.

   "Well, what did you do that had her squirming around so?"

   "I put one on the inside of her thigh, right next to her pussy," Stuart
whispered.

   "Well, I think Brad probably put one or two on me," she said.  "I
couldn't believe he would do that."

   "I was just trying to breathe, Joanne," Brad whispered.

   "If you hadn't tried to stick your finger in my asshole," Joanne said,
"I wouldn't have tried to suffocate you."

   "Arial likes it," Brad said.  "I thought maybe you might like it too."

   We lay there for a while, talking and joking, arms and legs entangled,
hot and sweaty and stinking, all seven of us squeezed up in a row - Kerry,
Kathryn, me, Joanne, Brad, Arial, Stuart.  I don't think anybody felt like
moving but the tent was just too hot now.  I was dripping sweat and I knew
what I wanted next.

   "I'm ready for a shower," I said.  "Anybody want to join me?"

   Nobody answered but the tent emptied quickly and there was a mad dash
for the basement shower.  I was the last one in.  Somebody had turned on
the light and everybody looked like they'd been doing just what we had been
doing.  Everybody's hair was a mess.  Everybody was shining with a mixture
of whatever all over their body.  We stood looking at each other and
grinning.

   The shower room was eight feet by eight so there was plenty of room for
all of us.  Brad started both showerheads and we all tried to squeeze under
them at once.  After a little shoving and rubbing, we settled down and
started washing each other.  Arial insisted on having her hair shampooed.
She said the pool chemicals made it look green if she didn't.  Joanne and
Kathryn wanted their hair shampooed too so the four of us guys shampooed
three gals and bathed them.  I didn't mind; I liked rubbing soapy tits and
ass.

   They helped bathe us too.  I got a back scrub, got washed all over with
a soapy cloth, and had my dick and balls thoroughly cleaned four times.  I
knew there were only three women but I didn't care if one of them did a
repeat or if Stuart did it.  My dick couldn't have gotten any harder either
way.  The other three guys evidently liked it as much as I did; Kerry's
dick was pointing at the ceiling as usual and Brad's and Stuart's were up
at an angle like mine.

   While we were drying each other off, Brad started playing grab-ass with
Arial and whispering to her.  I guess I was wrong about his recuperative
abilities; he had it up again.  Arial definitely acted like she wanted him
to use it.

   Stuart asked Joanne if he could smuggle his hard-on home for later. 
Then Kerry asked him if he could drive his little convertible with his dick
in the way.  Stuart said he could if Joanne would shift gears.  I suppose
Joanne knew she had to get serious again.  She said she had to be Mommy
before Stuart got at her again.  Arial and Brad gave them a quick hug and
goodbye and then ran up the stairs.  Arial was squealing at whatever Brad
was doing and he was holding his dick in one hand.

   Joanne and Stuart put on their clothes and sent Kerry upstairs to the
kitchen to retrieve Kieran Lee's bottle.  Kerry and Kathryn and I hugged
them goodbye and then I walked out with them so I could open the side gate
and then close it after they left.  We stood next to their little
convertible talking for a few minutes.

   "Thanks for inviting us, little brother," Stuart said.  "It was fun."

   "You're welcome, big brother," I said.  "Did you really bite Arial's
butt?"

   "Yeah, I'll bet she'll show it to Brad.  Ask him," he said.

   "Kavan, is Kathryn OK with coming to our house for dinner next Saturday
night?" Joanne asked.

   "Yeah, she's looking forward to it." I answered.  "Who's going to be
there?  I assume Luke and Rachael will be.  You're not going to surprise us
with a going-away party and a bunch of people, are you?  Kathryn wants
everything kept quiet and simple."

   "Mom and Mr.  Jack are going to be gone; they're flying to Chicago on
Thursday," Stuart said.  "Joanne's going to be cooking for six adults and
four kids.  She won't tell me what but she says it will be something good."

   "I'll be cooking for just six adults," Joanne said.  "We're going to
feed the kids and put them to bed early."

   Joanne got in the car, put on her baseball cap, and waited for Stuart.

   "Mom's going to shop for some clothes for Kathryn," Stuart said. 
"Siobhan gave her a list of sizes.  I think they're going to get her some
really nice clothes.  Joanne and I have a set of luggage for her.  Did you
find what you wanted for her?"

   "Yeah, I've got her a digital camera," I answered.  "I'd like to get her
a cell-phone and prepay for it for while.  Do you think that would be OK or
would she feel like she's got to call me all the time?"

   "I think that's a great idea," Joanne said.  "You two do understand that
you're invited to stay the night with us, don't you?"

   "Yeah, I told her.  She wants to know whether we're all going to be
sleeping in separate bedrooms or whether you're got something else in mind.
I'd like to know too."

   "We've been talking to Luke and Rachael about it," Stuart said.  "They
think we should just relax and enjoy ourselves without any specific plans,
sort of like what we did tonight.  Would you two be OK with that?"

   I slapped a mosquito on my thigh.

   "Yeah, I think so," I said.  "Just a quiet little orgy, huh?"

   Stuart got in the car and put his baseball cap on.  He looked up at me
and I could see a big grin of white teeth.

   "Well, somebody showed us how much fun that can be," he said, and
started the car.

   I held the gate open for them to leave, closed it again, and went back
in the basement.

   Kerry and Kathryn were already in our basement bedroom.  Kerry was
sitting on the foot of the bed, dick straight up, and she was standing
between his knees, blow-drying his hair.  He was holding a hairbrush and
looking straight at her breasts.  Her hair looked damp but it had already
been brushed neatly.  She stopped the blow dryer and started brushing
Kerry's long hair back on each side.

   "We're not trying to dry it completely," she said.  "Just enough so it
will finish drying without being all messed up."

   I stood and watched her doing Kerry's hair.  I knew he liked it long
like Stuart's hair.  Kathryn had talked both of us into letting our hair
grow longer and letting her and Arial style it.  Kerry kept his parted in
the middle with the sides brushed back and it usually looked neat.  I kept
mine parted on the right side, brushed toward the left on top, and then
brushed back on each side.  Mine wouldn't stay neat like Kerry's and she
often brushed it for me once or twice in the day.

   Whenever I worked at the plant nursery, I sweated so much that it was a
tangled mess.  She made me some dark-colored sweatbands that tied in the
back to keep it under control.  She said I was really sexy like that and
told me to notice how women looked at me when I was working.  I guess she
was right but I still wanted to cut it short when she was gone so it
wouldn't be so much trouble.  When she turned and looked at me, I knew it
was my turn so I sat down beside Kerry.

   "Not many women are as lucky as I am," she said, "to have two beautiful
guys to love her."

   She brushed the tangles out of my hair slowly and gently, used the blow
dryer, and then brushed some more.  I sat and did what Kerry had done -
stare at her beautiful breasts.  I couldn't imagine how a woman could have
breasts more beautiful than hers.  I didn't want to think about not seeing
them and touching them again.  I wanted to bury my face between them and
smell the clean woman smell of her and then get my mouth on those stiff
little nipples.  I guess my dick understood; it had wilted a little when
I'd gone outdoors with Joanne and Stuart.  Now it slowly raised its head up
and looked up at where it was going to go in a little while.  When she
stopped brushing, I looked up at her.  She looked down at my face, then
further down, back up, and smiled at me with her mischievous smile.

   "Are you ready to play again?" she asked.  "Kerry is."

   I looked over at him.  He was flopped back on the bed, propped up on his
elbows, long legs bent over the end of the bed, his dick suspended over his
stomach, and legs apart with his balls hanging low.

   "Whenever you are," I answered.  "We don't have to hurry, you know.  We
can sleep late as long as we're at the Andersen's place by noon."

   She pushed me and I flopped back like Kerry.  After my dick stopped
bouncing, it was up in the air like Kerry's.  I parted my legs so my balls
could hang loose too.  Kathryn stood there and looked back and forth at us,
our faces and then our genitals.

   "You guys really are beautiful, you know," she said.  "Your hair is
different but you're just alike in everything else.  It's easy to tell
you're brothers."

   "I hope my dick is as big as his when I stop growing," Kerry said.  "I'd
hate to have the smallest Stuart dick."

   "You're probably going to have the biggest," I said.  "Mine wasn't as
big as yours when I was your age."

   Kathryn pushed us a little further apart, crawled up on the bed between
us, and sat down Indian fashion.  She put a hand on each of us.

   "How big is it, Kerry?" Kathryn asked.  "And don't tell me you don't
know.  Kavan says every guy knows how long his dick is."

   He didn't say anything.  I looked over at him and saw a big grin on his
face.  I knew he had a new measurement to report.

   "I measured it as six inches last time," he said.  "It's grown about an
inch and a half in the last year or so."

   "When do guys stop growing?" she asked.  "Kavan's dick has been about
the same size since I got introduced to it."

   They were both looking at me.  I didn't know the answer.  I just knew
what had happened to me.

   "I don't know," I said.  "I guess my dick grew kind of fast for a while
and then stopped.  The rest of me is still growing.  Dad says that's the
way he grew.  His dick got big and then stopped and he kept getting taller
and skinnier.  After a while his body started filling out and then stopped.
That's the way Kerry and I will probably be too."

   She crawled up further and lay down propped up on pillows against the
headboard.  She patted each side and Kerry and I crawled up to her.

   "How big is your Dad's dick?" she asked.  "Is it the same as yours?"

   "Yeah, about the same," I answered.  "Mom and Arial measured both of us
a couple of years ago.  We're both a little over seven inches."

   "Seven and a quarter," Kerry said.  "I've got an inch and a quarter to
go."

   Kathryn scooted down on the bed a little so she could get a hard-on in
each hand.  I just lay there and watched what she was doing with Kerry's.

   "You'll make it, Squirt," I said.  "I'll bet you'll be almost eight by
the time you're old as me."

   "It's not the size that makes a man a good lover, Kerry," Kathryn said.
"Big is nice but it's the way Kavan treats me that makes me love him.  He's
always considerate of me and tries to make sure I enjoy it too.  He doesn't
just get his and turn over and go to sleep."

   "Dad's good about teaching us stuff like that," Kerry said.  "I've
learned lots of good stuff from the books on sex he's given me but the best
is what he teaches me."

   "He's given us little lectures about love and sex for years," I said. 
"We've learned to listen and think about what he's saying.  He's just about
the best Dad a guy could want."

   "Do you remember the one he gave us last fall when Brad took us on the
hiking trip in the state park," Kathryn asked.  "The one about how he felt
about your Mom."

   "You mean when he was trying to convince Brad he didn't have to be
ashamed of getting a hard-on when he looked at Arial naked?" Kerry asked.

   "Yeah, that one," Kathryn said.  "I wanted to cry when he told us about
how he felt about Siobhan.  I wish my Dad had felt like that about my Mom."

   "They're good about letting us know how they love each other," I said.
"They don't hide much from us."

   "Why did you guys hit him with your hats?" she asked.

   "Because we love him," Kerry said, and I suppose he was right.

   "Well, I hope you all appreciate how nice it is to have parents like
yours," Kathryn said.  "There aren't many who treat their kids like they
treat you."

   "We know it, Kathryn," I said.  "Our family's a lot different.  I'm glad
we were raised the way we were."

   "Yeah, me too," Kerry said.  "I think all kids ought to be raised like
we were."

   I put my right leg over Kathryn's right knee and put my hand under her
breast with my thumb on the nipple.  I saw Kerry looking at me with his
eyebrows raised.  I nodded to him and he put his left leg over hers and
cupped his hand under the other breast.

   "You guys made quite a team when you got at me like this in the tent,"
she said.  "With a mouth sucking on each nipple and two fingers playing in
my pussy, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.  I would have let you do
that all night if somebody hadn't decided it was time to give me a really
big O."

   She slid my foreskin back and then rubbed the head of my cock against
her leg.  I watched her do the same thing with Kerry's.  He was watching
what she was doing with my cock.

   "I didn't know a woman's nipples get sore from a baby sucking," Kerry
said.  "Does Kavan make yours sore?"

   "Not really," she said.  "Once in a while they get a little irritated. I
just rub something on them and they're good until the next time."

   "Like that cocoa butter stuff?" Kerry asked.  "It didn't taste bad. 
I'll bet it would taste good if it's on a woman's nipples."

   "Do you want to try it, Kerry?" she asked.

   "Yeah!" he answered, grinning at me.  I was grinning back.  I wanted to
try it too.

   "Where is the cocoa butter?" I asked.

   "Somewhere in the tent," Kathryn answered.

   "I'll go get it," Kerry volunteered.

   He was up and off the bed and almost out the door when he stopped,
turned back, and looked at us.

   "Have you got a flashlight?" he asked.

   "You can't put it on your dick this time, Kerry," Kathryn said.  "I
don't want to get it in my pussy."

   "That's OK," he said.  "I don't think your pussy will need any, will
it?"

   I reached over in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the little
flashlight I used if I got up at night, especially if I went outdoors. 
Kerry tip-toed over, grinning, his dick bouncing up and down, grabbed it,
and tip-toed out the door to the basement area.

   I yelled after him.  "Bring us some of those damp towels."

   "Don't you and Kerry ever argue and fight?" Kathryn asked.

   "What?  Why?" I asked back.  I was thinking of everything but fighting
with Kerry.

   "You know.  Argue, fuss, fight, like most brothers do.  You two always
seem to get along great."

   I thought about it.  I supposed she was right.  We did argue just a
little once in a while but we never really argued and fought enough for Mom
and Dad to get involved.

   "I don't know.  I guess we've always been like that.  I suppose he knows
he can get what he wants by getting along with me.  Why do you ask?"

   "It just seems unusual, I guess.  He really respects you, you know. 
Sometimes he acts like you're his dad.  I was just wondering how you two
got that way."

   "We moved here when I was...eight, I think, and he was about three.  Mom
and Dad gradually let me go down to the creek and roam around in the woods
with my friends.  Sometimes he wanted to go with us but Mom wouldn't let
him.  He might have been six the first time she let him.  She made him
promise he'd obey me just like he obeyed Dad.  He learned pretty quickly
not to cause me any problems.  A couple of times he did something I told
him not to do.  I told Dad and he had a serious talk with him.  He told him
he'd better do what I said or he could just sit home.  After that, he
listened to me and did what I said."

   I heard the basement door to the outside being closed and locked and a
few seconds later Kerry came in our bedroom and stopped in the door, his
finger on the light switch, holding up the cocoa butter and still grinning.
His dick was still holding up by itself.  He had towels draped over both
shoulder.

   "On or off?" he asked.

   The overhead light was the only one turned on in the room.  It didn't
matter to me.  I looked at Kathryn.

   "Leave it on, please," she replied.  "I want to see both of you."

   He shut the door, dropped the towels on the floor, crawled across the
bed in a flash, opened the jar, and held it out to me.  I looked at
Kathryn's breasts and then at her face.

   "Well, go on," she said.  "Do it.  I want you to."

   I stuck a finger in the jar.  The stuff was surprisingly hard, about
like butter when it comes out of the refrigerator.  I dug down a little and
got a little of the yellow stuff on my finger.

   "Get you some, Kerry," Kathryn said.  "Just a little bit."

   He got a little on his finger and we started rubbing it on her nipples.
As the stuff warmed, it became slipperier and her nipple became harder.  I
used my thumb and a finger to tweak it into standing up.  When I looked
over at her other breast and Kerry's fingers, the nipple had stood up for
him too.

   "That's erectile tissue, isn't it, Kerry?" Kathryn asked.

   "Yeah, it's got a little hard-on.  Can I suck it?" he answered.

   "Yeah, please, both of you."

   The stuff had a pleasant smell and the taste wasn't great but it wasn't
bad.  I did it like I knew she liked it.  I cupped my hand under her breast
and sucked gently on the nipple.  Once I raised my head and looked at Kerry
then at Kathryn.  Kerry had his eyes closed, I think, because all I could
see was his long eyelashes.  I watched his mouth sucking about like I'd
seen Kieran Lee do it on Joanne, only maybe not quite as hard.  Kathryn had
her eyes closed and she had a little smile on her face.  I lowered my mouth
back to her breast and licked and played some more.

   "That's so good," she whispered.  "I wish Stuart or Brad was here."

   "What do you want them for?" Kerry asked.  He must have had her nipple
still in her mouth because I could hardly understand what he said.

   "I'd like to have a third mouth somewhere else," she whispered.

   Kerry and I rose up at the same time and looked up at each other.  He
was grinning that wide grin and I knew he knew where.

   "Go ahead, Kerry," I said, winking at him.  "You can kiss her on the
mouth.  It's OK with me."

   "Will you swap with me in a minute or two?" he asked.  I nodded.

   I watched as he got up on his hands and knees.  He started to move down
on her but I shook my head no.  He questioned me with his eyebrows.  I
nodded toward her head.  He shook his head no.  I shook my head yes.  He
shrugged and moved up on her.  She still had her eyes closed and a smile on
her face.

   Kerry leaned over and licked her lips.  She jumped in surprise and
opened her eyes.  Kerry kissed her again and pulled back.  She reached up
and pulled his head down to her.  I watched them play tongue tag for a few
seconds and then moved down on her.

   She didn't resist when I pulled her legs apart, lifted them, bent them
back, and then lay down with my face at her pussy.  The lips were open a
little but I wanted them wide open.  I turned loose of her legs and she
kept them in the air.  I used my thumbs to pull on each side of the big
lips.  Her pussy opened the way I wanted it, all that coral-red flesh from
the wrinkled opening of her vagina, over the little bump of her urethra, on
up to the brighter red of her clitoris peeking out of its little elongated
hood.  I started licking all of it.

   I loved the way her cunt smelled and tasted when she was aroused.  It
always made my dick get a little harder, even when it was so hard it hurt.
Then I realized that I was rubbing it on the sheet and irritating the area
just behind the head.  I lifted my hips, reached down, and pulled my
foreskin as far forward as it would go.  I lay back down and started
licking her again, keeping my hips still.

   Kerry tapped me on the shoulder and I lifted my head and looked at him.
He was on his knees beside Kathryn.  He jerked his thumb upward and I
swapped with him.

   When I moved over Kathryn's head she still had her eyes closed.  When I
kissed her, she opened them and we both tried to look at each other when
our eyes were about an inch apart.  I felt her lips get firmer and change
their shape and then she giggled.  I lifted up away from her, bewildered.

   "Kerry was rubbing my button with his nose," she whispered.

   I had never thought of that.  "Did you like it?"

   "Yeah, but a tongue is better."

   "A dick would be even better," I whispered.

   "He's using his tongue now," she whispered so low I could hardly make
out what she was saying.

   I looked down at him.  His hair had fallen over and I couldn't see what
he what doing.  He had both hands on her thighs and he'd bent her back
further than I had.  I wrapped one arm around Kathryn's legs, behind her
knees, and pulled just a little.  Kerry looked up briefly, saw what I'd
done, and put his face back down.  This time he had both hands on her hips,
fingers pointed in at her pussy, and I could see his head moving up and
down.  I shook my head, thinking that I'd had to wait until I was fifteen
to learn how to do what he was doing with her and he'd already learned and
he wasn't quite thirteen.

   "Kavan, tell him to stop, please," Kathryn whispered.

   I looked back at her.  "Why?"

   "I don't want to come yet.  I want to rest a minute or two and then I
want to feel your dicks in me."

   "Well, we can't both do it at the same time.  Which do you want first?"

   "I don't care.  But I don't want you to get carried away and come within
a minute or two.  I want you to do it slow and easy so I can feel you in
me. I want it to last for a long time.  You decide who goes first."

   "Kerry, can you hear me?" I asked.

   He looked up and me and grinned and stuck out his tongue.  "Yeah."

   "Kathryn wants us to give her a good dicking, you first."

   "You sure?" he asked.  I didn't know whether he was asking me if I
wanted him to go first or if it had been Kathryn's idea.

   "Yeah," I said.  "She wants you to do it real slow and easy and make it
last a long time.  If you feel like you're about to come, stop and pull out
and let it cool off, OK?"

   "What are you going to be doing?  He asked.

   "Watching," I said.

   "Kerry, I want you on top of me for a while," Kathryn said.  "Then you
can swap with Kavan and watch."

   He crawled up on top of her and stopped on his hands and knees.

   "I wish we could all do something together at the same time," he said,
looking at me.

   I'd been thinking the same thing.  I'd thought of some things we could
do that would be fun.  I didn't know if he'd ever done what Kathryn and I
did with Mrs.  Lauren.  If it worked with one guy and two girls, it would
work with two guys and one girl.  I even thought of one thing we could do
so we both had our dicks in her at the same time.  It was something I'd
never done before.  I didn't know if she'd go for it.

   Kathryn reached up and pulled his dick.  He looked down at her and
smiled.

   "You be slow, now," she said.  "I want to be fucked good before anybody
comes."

   He settled down on her and I watched as she guided his dick to the right
spot and he eased it into her.

   "OK, I can do that," he said.  "I've already come twice today.  It might
take be a few minutes to come a third time."

   "Twice already?" she asked.

   She brought her legs up, bent then back, and locked her ankles together
with one heel right at the crack of his ass.  She liked to do me that way
and I guess it was becoming sort of automatic with her.

   "Yeah, I did it real quick in the bathroom before we went to school this
morning.  Then Joanne jacked me off in the tent."

   She wrapped her arms around him, pulled him down, and her breasts
flattened against his chest.  She liked it when she had me against her like
that.  She'd told me more than once that she liked to feel my hard pecs
against her breasts and my hard cock in her cunt.

   "Did you wash out the sink before you left?" Kathryn asked, grinning up
at him.  I knew she was teasing.

   "Yeah.  I even lifted the toilet seat before I peed.  I'm learning not
to leave a mess for somebody else.  I'm not a hopeless case."

   I watched him flex his hips and slowly ease them back down.  I decided I
wanted to watch up close and personal.  I moved up so my face was just
inches from theirs.

   "Is it OK if I watch the action down below?" I asked.  "I want to see
Kerry's six-incher bottom out and his balls up against your ass."

   They both turned and looked at me with grins on their face.

   "Will you let me watch you from behind when you do it?" Kerry asked.

   I nodded.  Kerry looked down at Kathryn.  She nodded.  He nodded too.

   I moved around on our big bed until I found a spot where I could see
between Kerry's legs.  I grabbed a pillow, folded it in half, and propped
my head on it so I could watch with both hands free.  I wrapped one hand
around my dick and the other around my balls and watched Kerry and Kathryn
put on a show for me.  It reminded me of the time Kathryn and I had done
the show for everybody at the cabin.

   He was doing it like she wanted it - slowly and gently.  I watched him
pull out his six-incher and then slowly ease it back into her.  I knew how
proud he was.  I remembered how I'd felt when mine finally hit that mark. I
guess guys are always proud when they know they are going to be at least
average.  I watched as he pulled out and I could see all of the coral and
red flesh of her cunt as he slid it back in and the neat black hair all
around.  She'd decided to quit shaving around it and just keep it trimmed,
said she was tired of it being scratchy and itchy.  I knew how she felt
because I sometimes scratched my face or something else on her stubble.

   Kerry eased it out again and back in until his balls were against her
ass and I couldn't see anything.  He stopped for a few seconds and then
eased it out again.  Damn, it was one hot show.  He slid it in slowly again
and all I could see was his hairless scrotum right over her asshole.

   Hairless?  He's got some hair on it, I knew.  He showed his balls to me
occasionally, proud that he was getting hair on them and behind them, as
well as his little patch of pubic hair.  I moved up closer and looked
between his legs.  He had a little stubble behind his balls and maybe a
little on them.  Damn!  He's shaved it.  Or somebody had shaved it for him.
I didn't see how he could shave back there himself.  Now who had been doing
that for him?  He'd been with Joanne and Stuart last weekend.  Joanne must
have done it.  Shit, I guess he got at her last weekend.

   I realized I was stroking my dick faster than he was moving and I felt a
faint urge to keep on doing it faster and faster until I came.  I took a
deep breath, stopped jacking my dick, and just held it in my hand.  Kerry
did it for a minute or two longer and I think Kathryn realized he was
getting faster and faster too.  She slapped him gently on the butt.

   "Don't you think it's time Kavan had a turn," she asked.

   He turned and looked down where I was.

   "Nah, just let him jack off," he said.  "I'll take his turn."

   I reached up and slapped him on the butt a little harder.

   "Like hell you will," I said.  "Get your butt down here and watch how I
do it."

   I took his place and Kathryn guided my dick into her pussy.  When my
dick was seated and I was all wrapped up by her, I put my lips next to her
ear.

   "Did you feel Kerry's balls and behind them," I asked.  "Somebody's been
shaving him.  I'll bet it was Joanne last weekend."

   "Why would she shave him?" she whispered in my ear.  "He doesn't have
much pubic hair yet anyway?"

   "No fair whispering," Kerry said, somewhere back behind me.

   I turned and looked for him.  He was down at the foot of the bed,
kneeling, one arm resting on the bed, the other almost out of sight.  I
could see his hand moving and the head of his cock exposed on each stroke.

   "Are you comfortable?" I asked.  "Can you see?"

   "Yeah, you can do it now," he said, and grinned at me.  "I can see OK."

   I turned back to Kathryn.  She had a wide grin on her face and looked
like she was having a hard time keeping from giggling.

   I tried my best to do it the way she wanted, just sliding in to the hilt
and out to the tip, doing it as slowly as I could.  I lifted my head and
looked down at her.  She had her eyes closed and just a tiny smile on her
lips now.  I'd seen that look lots of times.

   After a couple of minutes, even doing it so slow, I could feel the urge
building up in me and I knew I had to stop or I'd come in a minute or so. I
stopped and just held it still in her.  I tried to think it back down but I
knew I couldn't and I didn't want to take it out.  She opened her eyes and
looked up at me.

   "What's the matter?" she asked.

   I shook my head slightly.  I couldn't say anything.  I was dangerously
close.

   "Are you about to come?" she whispered.

   I nodded slightly.  She took her legs off my back and her arms from
around me.  She pushed gently against my chest.

   "Don't come yet, please," she whispered.  "Take it out."

   I pulled out and flopped over on the bed beside her.  I lay there
breathing heavily, my heart pounding and my dick throbbing.

   "Kerry, can you find me one of those towels?" she asked.

   I opened my eyes and saw him standing at the foot of the bed, one hand
moving up and down on his cock.  He picked up a towel and threw it to her.
She rolled over and wiped the sweat off my chest and then wiped all the
stuff off my dick.  That made the urge go far enough away so that I felt in
control again.

   "Was that good, Bro?" Kerry asked.  "Did you come?"

   I shook my head.  "No but I was damn close."

   Kerry walked around on the other side of the bed away from me and lay
down.  He moved over beside Kathryn and put one leg over one of hers.

   "What's your pleasure, now, M'Lady?" he asked.

   "I think we should all cool off, Kind Sir," she answered.  "My knight's
lance was overheated."

   We all lay there for a few minutes, doing nothing much except talking.

   "Kavan says somebody's been shaving your balls," Kathryn accused.

   "Yeah, I did it," he lied.

   "Behind them too?" she questioned.  "I don't believe you.  I want to
see."

   He rolled over on his back, his hand still on his dick, and Kathryn
rolled over and sat up.  I sat up too and moved so I could see.  She lifted
his balls and looked behind them.  She held them up with one hand and then
rubbed her fingertips over them and back toward his asshole.

   "All right, tell us," she said.  "Who did it?"

   "A gentleman never talks about what he does in bed with a lady," he
answered.

   "It was Joanne, wasn't it?" I asked.

   He nodded and that big smile spread over his face.

   "Did you have fun with her and Stuart last weekend?" Kathryn asked.

   He nodded again.

   "Come on, Kerry, tell me," Kathryn pleaded.  "It's your turn again."

   "Joanne shaved Stuart's balls a couple of weeks ago when they were
playing around.  She trimmed his pubes and shaved on his stomach a little
bit.  It looked neat.  She said she'd let us shave her if I'd let her shave
me.  I wouldn't let her shave on my stomach.  Stuart shaved my face."

   "Did you like it?" Kathryn asked.

   "Yeah, it was fun with her and Stuart shaving me.  My dick liked it a
lot."

   "Did you like shaving her?" I asked.

   He nodded.  His big grin would have been answer enough.

   "What else did you do?" Kathryn asked.

   "Do you want me to tell everybody what about what we do tonight?"

   "If you don't tell me, I'm going to sit on you?"

   "Promises, promises."

   "She likes to sit on me, Kerry," I said.  "She rides a cock horse to
Banbury Cross.  Sometimes she comes so hard she almost breaks my dick off
and then she comes so hard she almost pinches it off."

   "I'm not telling you anything else," he said.  He put his hands behind
his head, put his long legs together, and crossed his ankles.

   "Then just lay there, butt-head," she said.  "You're about to get ridden
hard and then put out to pasture wet."

   She straddled Kerry, knelt over him with her hands on his chest, and
tried to catch his dick with her pussy.  He kept his hands still behind his
head, not helping her.  I moved over, reached behind Kathryn, grabbed
Kerry's dick, and held it straight up.

   She peeked back between her legs, wiggled around a little, and caught
his dick with her pussy.  I pulled my hand out and she slid all the way
down.  All I could see between them was Kerry's balls all bunched up on his
thighs and under her ass.  I straightened out with my head down near
Kerry's feet so I could watch the show.

   I knew he was about to get the ride of his life.  With me she'd start
off at a slow walk, gradually speed up to a trot, and then finish off with
a full gallop.  Kerry still had his hands under his head and I guess he
thought he was going to have a peaceful ride.  I knew better.  I watched
her moving up and down on his dick while I stroked my own.

   When I saw Kerry's hands come down to Kathryn's thighs, I knew she'd
changed her pace.  She wasn't sliding up and down so much.  She was sort of
rocking back and forth, flexing her pelvis, keeping his dick buried to the
hilt inside her.  With me, it always felt like the head of my dick was
being rubbed by something firm, almost hard, inside her and it would drive
me wild.  I didn't know if she'd rub the end of his dick like she did mine
but I saw his hands grip her thighs until his fingers were making dents in
her skin.

   She changed her pace again, She leaned forward, hands on his shoulders,
and combined the up and down with the back and forth.  That was the one
that usually got me.  It usually got her too.  I knew the back and forth
put pressure on her clitoris and she almost always came not long after she
started it.

   Then Kerry started grunting and groaning and saying "Oh, sshhhiiiitttt!
Oh, sshhhiiiitttt!" Even pinned down, it looked like he was trying to shove
his dick up into her deeper.  His face looked like he was in agony.  She
was really riding him hard now and he kept groaning and cussing.

   Suddenly she lifted up off him, swung all the way around, straddled me,
slapped my hand out of the way, held my dick straight, and settled down on
it, all in about two seconds.  I tried to hold onto her thighs while she
rode me.  She was into a hard gallop in seconds and I knew she was about to
get hers.  She froze and I felt her little lemon-squeezer trying to pinch
off my dick.  I held still until I felt the last little contractions.

   Then I rolled her off to the side, rolled with her, kneed her legs
apart, lifted her legs and spread them, bent her back, and settled myself
between then.  She grabbed my dick and positioned it.  I shoved it in hard
enough to make her grunt, pulled out, and shoved it in again.  I probably
didn't last a minute before my balls erupted.  I tried to push my dick
deeper in her even when my balls were against her ass cheeks.  Every time
I'd spurt, I'd shove it into her as hard as I could.  After maybe a
half-dozen thrusts, I stopped and I could feel her rippling and moving and
maybe coming again.

   I lay there on top of her for a minute or so, eyes closed, breathing
heavily, her hands on my ass, mine on her shoulders from behind.  Once in a
while, she wiggled around and around beneath me and then subsided.  When I
finally opened my eyes and looked down at her, she opened hers and smiled
at me.  Kerry was on one side, head propped up with his arm, watching us. I
rolled off to the other side and collapsed.  The three of us lay there
looking at each other without saying a word.

   Finally, Kathryn pushed Kerry and he rolled over with his butt to her.
She spooned up to him and put her hand on his hip.  I spooned up to her and
put my hand on her side.  I didn't hear a thing except heavy breathing that
slowly got quieter and quieter.  I was sleepy but I didn't want to go to
sleep.  I didn't know what I wanted but I wanted to stay awake.  I shut my
eyes and had almost drifted away when I heard her whisper my name.

   "Kavan."

   "Yeah."

   "Would you get me a towel, please?"

   "OK.  Kerry, would you get her a towel, please?"

   "OK."

   Nobody moved.

   "If somebody doesn't get me a towel, you're never going to get anything
else," she said.

   Kerry and I rolled out of bed at the same time.  We both picked up one
towel each and then both tried to pick up the third towel.  Kerry turned it
loose and smiled at me.  I walked around in front of Kathryn, handed her a
towel, and we all wiped off the same way, face, chest, and then between the
legs.  I threw my towel to Kerry and he dropped both at the door to the
basement.  Kathryn tucked hers between her legs.  Kerry turned off the
light and we both crawled back in bed with her.

   I lay there in the dark spooned up to her, thinking about what we'd
done. I hoped we'd done what she wanted.  I could think of only one thing
we hadn't done.  One of us would have to do something I'd never done with
her.  I had never really wanted to but I knew I would if I knew she wanted
me to.  I didn't know whether Kerry had ever done it like that.  I didn't
even know if he'd want to do it.  She'd said she wanted both of to make
love to her at once.  The only way I could think of to do that was to make
a sandwich with her.  One of us would get his dick in her asshole while the
other one got his in her pussy.  I wondered what she'd say if I suggested
it.  I wondered what Kerry would say.  I decided I'd wait a while, to see
if anybody woke up and started anything else.  I drifted away into sleep
thinking about it.

   Chapter Fifty-Nine

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Stuart Andersen, 29; Joanne Andersen, 26

   Kavan Stuart, 17; Kathryn Jenssen, 17

   Arial Stuart, 16; Brad Weaver, 17

   Kerry Stuart, 12 ¾; Nicole Whittaker, 15

   Ryan Spenser, 18; Laura Robinson, 18

   Kenjiro (Ken-chan) Daniels, 15; Akiko (Kiki) Daniels, 17

   TELLING THE STORY Kavan Stuart

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   (KAVAN)

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   "I think I hear them coming down the stairs from the deck," Brad said.
"What do you think they're going to do to us?"

   "Well, whatever it is, I'm just going to relax and enjoy it," I said. 
"I'll bet we'll like it."

   "Yeah, well, I told Arial she'd better quit getting me to play games
with all of you," he said.  "I'm beginning to like it too much."

   "Brad, Joanne thinks you're one sexy guy," Stuart said.  "She said she'd
love to get you in a sixty-nine with her on top."

   "Yeah, I'll bet she said that," Brad answered.  "What would you do if I
actually did that with her?"

   "What would you do if I did it with Arial?" Stuart asked.  "Would you
cold-cock me too?"

   Brad didn't answer.  I don't know if he could have but he was saved by
footsteps just outside the tent.  The three of them didn't say anything
when they came in the tent.  They just pushed the entry flap to one side
and silently slipped in.  Then I heard the zipper on the entry flap being
closed and it was almost completely dark in the tent again.

   "OK, where are you guys?" Arial asked.  "I can't tell which is which."

   We all answered "Here" and I guess our voices were identification
enough.

   "We want you to line up, side by side, heads toward the back of the
tent," Kathryn said.  "Keep your legs stretched out straight."

   With a little pushing and shoving and groping and griping, we finally
got ourselves arranged side by side.

   "Where are you, Stuart?" Joanne asked.

   He was next to me, on one end of the row.  He answered.  Maybe he was
trying to imitate Kerry's voice but he didn't fool me.  Then Kerry answered
on the other side of me and he was trying to imitate somebody, maybe
Stuart. They couldn't fool anybody.  Brad answered from the other end of
the row.

   "Good," said Joanne.  "That's where we want you.  There are only three
of us so Stuart will have to wait.  We're going to show these kids what we
can do with cocoa butter."

   I had no idea what she was talking about but Stuart did.  He said, "Hot
damn, you guys are gonna love this."

   "Joanne, is that the stuff you rubbed on your nipples after you pumped
your milk out?" Kerry asked.

   "It's made by the same company," Joanne answered.  "But this stuff has
lots of other uses."

   "Did you help her rub it on her nipples, Kerry?" Brad asked.

   "Up yours, Brad," Kerry said.  "Quit teasing me.  I just watched. 
Joanne said Kieran Lee sucks so hard her nipples get sore."

   "Well, did she let you taste it, Kerry?" Stuart asked.

   "Up yours too, Stuart," Kerry said.  "Joanne said she didn't have to
wash it off before Kieran Lee nursed so I tasted it.  It was OK."

   "Leave him alone, Stuart," Joanne said.  "I put a little on Nicole's
finger and told him to taste it.  Nicole put her finger in his mouth.  It
was all perfectly innocent, wasn't it, Kerry?"

   "Yeah, it was all perfectly innocent," Kerry said out loud, and then
whispered, "Except my dick tried to rip its way out of my Speedo."

   "OK, you guys shut up now," Arial ordered.  "We've got to get in place
so we can do something."

   They shuffled around a little and kept bumping into my legs and
whispering to each other.  Finally somebody stopped and straddled my legs
with her ankles touching my calves.  I heard a whispered "OK?" and a couple
of whispered "Yeahs." The one over me knelt down and settled in her place
with her butt on my knees.  From the moaning and groaning on one side of
me, I guessed that someone had done the same to Brad and Kerry.

   I barely heard somebody whisper, "Here.  Get some," and a few seconds
later, someone whispered, "Ready?" and then a "Yeah," and an "Uh huh."

   I felt a hand on my dick and then on my balls.  I had no idea whose hand
it was and I had no idea what was about to happen.  My dick didn't care. 
It knew something was going to happen and it was almost hard already.

   Then I felt a second hand on my dick, with something, maybe grease, a
little bit like Vaseline, maybe a lotion or salve of some kind.  The hand
started smearing it all over my dick and it quickly changed into something
slippery, not really greasy, just slippery as hell.  Then the hand smeared
the stuff all over my balls and even back between my legs as far as fingers
would reach.  It smelled good.

   "Jeeze, what is this stuff?" I heard Brad ask.

   "Shit, don't ask, Brad," Kerry responded.  "Whatever it is, it's good
stuff."

   It was good stuff.  She had both hands on me now, up and down on my
dick, rolling my balls around, teasing behind them.  Whatever it was, it
was damn good stuff.  I lay there and let her do it and my dick went from
hard to harder and then hardest.  I wasn't about to come but I knew I
wouldn't last long.  The stuff made even a hand job a mind-blowing
experience.

   "Ready?" someone asked again barely whispering, and I heard a couple of
faint "Yeahs."

   Whoever it was playing with me wrapped one hand around my dick and
pulled down to my stomach, stretching my foreskin back so tight it was
almost painful.  Then she put another hand on the shaft, squeezed it tight,
and slid it up and off over the head.  Next she slid her hand over the head
and down, squeezing as tight as she could.  It was almost too much to bear
and I groaned.  Then I groaned a lot more when she kept doing it.  It was
like nothing I'd ever experienced.  As much as I'd jacked off, I'd never
felt anything quite like it - sort of like the tightest and slipperiest
pussy I'd ever been in, if a tight pussy could clamp down and squeeze my
dick out of it.

   I suppose Kerry and Brad were getting the same treatment.  Brad was
groaning and Kerry was using his favorite word, drawing it out until it was
a hissed "Shiiitttt." Whoever was doing him started giggling.

   "OK, let's shift," I heard Joanne say in a normal voice.  She was the
one who had been doing me.  She moved over to straddle Stuart's legs and
somebody else straddled mine.

   "Kathryn?" I asked.  I smelled something familiar and I knew it was her.

   "Yeah, do you like it?" she answered.  Her hands started sliding and
stroking and I finally managed to squeeze out a weak "Yeah."

   "Brad, you can do it for yourself for a while," Arial said.  "I've got
to help poor little Squirt with something."

   "Well, is anybody going to tell me what this stuff is?" Brad asked
again. "I want to get some for me and Arial."

   "It's something Lauren told me to use when I was pregnant with little
Paul," Joanne answered.  "It's a combination of cocoa butter and some other
skin softeners.  Women use it on their stomach when they're into late
pregnancy.  It helps to prevent stretch marks."

   "Yeah, and sometimes they use it on their husband's dick when they can't
fuck anymore," Stuart said.  "Sometimes a husband uses it on his dick while
the wife watches and giggles."

   "You guys try it by yourself," Kathryn suggested.  "I'll bet you'll like
it better than baby oil."

   I slid my hand over my balls and around and up my dick, and then stroked
it a few times.  It was damn good stuff, maybe better than baby oil but I
couldn't remember when I'd last used that.

   "Can I place an order for a case of it?" Kerry asked.  "It's better than
baby oil any day."

   I felt Kathryn's hands slide up my thighs so I moved my hand out of the
way.  She wrapped her hand around my dick and started stroking it while she
teased my balls with her other hand.

   "Kerry, I brought it for your Mom," Joanne said.  "In a few months,
she'll start using it when the baby gets bigger."

   "Yeah, Kieran can have lots of fun rubbing it on Siobhan's tummy,"
Stuart said.  "He can warm her up for something else."

   Kathryn's hand was sliding slowly up and down on my dick.  I relaxed and
let her do it while I listened to Stuart and Kerry and Brad talk.

   "Can you really do that, have sex, I mean, when the baby gets big?" Brad
asked.  "It won't hurt anything if they keep on doing it?"

   "You just have to be careful," Kerry said.  "You shouldn't put your
weight on her or use positions where you penetrate her the deepest.  There
are still lots of positions you can use to get your dick in her pussy. 
They're all great."

   "How do you know, Dr.  Squirt?" Brad asked.

   "We talked about it when he visited with us last weekend," Stuart said.
"He doesn't ever run out of questions when he gets started."

   That made me wonder what they'd done with Kerry except answer his
questions.  I knew he wouldn't tell me even if I asked him.

   "But do women like it then?" Brad asked.  "When Arial's pregnant, will
she really want me to have sex with her?  When the baby's really big, will
she still like me to do it?"

   Kathryn pushed one slippery finger back behind my balls into my crack.
She kept her hand moving so I didn't care where her finger went.  I didn't
care what she stuck up my asshole.

   "Yes, Kerry, we like it," Joanne said.  "Stuart was slow and kind and
careful with me with both babies.  We did it until about a month before the
baby was born and it was always good."

   "Yeah, for about a month before the baby's born and about a month after,
I had to jack off," Stuart said.  "That's when I learned how good cocoa
butter is."

   "I don't think you could get your tongue in deep enough to hurt the
baby, Brad," Kerry said.  "Maybe Arial would like that."

   "Quit teasing him, Kerry," Stuart said.  "I think I did go down on
Joanne about two weeks before Kieran Lee was born.  He kicked and wiggled
for about a half-hour after she had an orgasm."

   "It's time to shift again," Joanne said.  "I'll help Brad.  Who gets to
jack off by himself?"

   "I'll help Stuart," Kathryn said, "if he wants me too.  Maybe he'd
rather row his own boat."

   I felt her move off me in Stuart's direction.  Then I felt Arial's knee
between my legs and Kerry's leg against mine.  I waited but she was just
sitting there with half her butt on my right knee.

   "I did a half-shift," Arial said.  "I can do Kerry and Kavan both and
nobody's left out."

   "Why should we do it for them?" Kathryn asked.  "Why can't they do it
for themselves?"

   I decided to see if I could stir up a little trouble.  I leaned over to
one side to Kerry and then the other side to Stuart and whispered to them.
Then I reached to the left and wrapped my hand around Stuart's dick,
reached to the right and wrapped my hand around Kerry's dick.  I felt his
hand wrap around my dick and I knew he had Brad's dick in his other hand. I
started slowly sliding both hands up and down and I felt Kerry do the same.
I waited to see how long it would take the girls to figure out what we'd
done.

   "Oh, let's be sweet to them," Joanne said.  "Maybe they can do something
for us later tonight."

   I felt Arial's hand slide up my thighs searching for my dick.  Kerry
kept his hand on it.  She found his hand and started feeling around, trying
to figure out what was going on.  I guess Joanne and Kathryn were doing the
same thing.  Kathryn found Stuart's dick with my hand already on it and
then slid her hand up my arm until she understood what I'd done.  I suppose
Joanne found Kerry's hand already on Brad's dick too.

   "I think Kavan and Kerry are already doing everybody," Joanne said.

   I turned loose of Kerry and Stuart and felt Stuart's hand wrap around my
dick and start stroking.  I assumed he was using his right hand on my dick
and his left on his own.  If Brad had understood what Kerry whispered to
him, I assumed he was jacking his own dick and Kerry's as well.

   "No, we're not," Kerry said.  "Somebody's got a sweet little soft hand
on mine.  Who is it?"

   Joanne giggled.  "Brad's doing double duty for himself and Kerry. 
What's Stuart doing?"

   Kathryn giggled too.  "He's doing Kavan and himself at the same time. 
Maybe they don't need us anymore."

   "Well, let's just go in the house and let them have their fun," Arial
said.  "I'm tired and sleepy."

   "Don't go," I heard Kerry whisper, in a little-boy voice.  "I'll cry if
you do."

   "I thought we agreed we'd be sweet to them and let them lay there while
we jacked them off," Kathryn said.

   "Please, don't go," I whispered.  "I'll be good."

   "I thought we agreed we'd do that and then give them all a blow job,"
Arial said.  "Then they can do something for us."

   Brad said it too, "Please, pretty please, don't go.  I'll be good too."

   "I thought we agreed to put them to bed with a good fuck if they could
still get it up," Joanne said.

   "Yeah, please don't go," Stuart said.  We'll be good little boys. 
You're bad girls and we want to give you a good licking.  My tongue's got a
hard-on."

   "Yeah, I second that," Kerry said.  "My tongue's got a hard-on too."

   "Mine doesn't," Brad said, "but it's six inches when it's soft."

   "Damn, Brad," I said, "that's longer than your dick.  No wonder Arial
loves you."

   They made us beg a little more but they finally relented.  We did just
what they said; we laid back with our hands crossed on our stomach and let
them have they way with us.  Arial, I think it was, put another coat of the
stuff on my dick and jacked me with one hand.  I guessed she had the other
on Kerry's dick.

   After a minute or so, they shifted around and whoever straddled me
settled down with her butt on my knees.  She used two hands and pushed my
foreskin down tight while she slid the other hand up and off over the head
of my dick.  Within a minute or so, I had all I could take.  I tightened my
legs and butt and I guess she knew what that meant.  She did it as fast as
she could.  I blasted out a big load that landed on my chest and stomach. I
grabbed somebody's hand and made her stop because the feeling was so
intense it was almost painful.

   "That's one," Joanne said.

   "Nope, that's two," Arial said beside me.  "Stuart just came too.  He
and Kavan had a simultaneous orgasm."

   "Well, one of you take Kerry and I'll finish off Brad," Kathryn said
from the other end of the row.

   Joanne moved off my legs and over to Kerry.  It wasn't long before she
said, "Number three just squirted all over everything."

   "Well, you're the...you're the one who pointed it," Kerry panted.

   "What's the matter, Brad?" Stuart teased.  "Doesn't Kathryn know how to
do it?"

   "Don't listen to them, Kathryn," Arial said.  "Brad cheated.  We went in
the house to pee a couple of hours ago and Brad made me jack him off in the
sink."

   "Stick a finger up his ass, Kathryn," Kerry suggested.  "He likes that."

   "Kerry, that's gross," Arial squealed.

   I heard Brad moan.  There was no mistaking what was happening to him.

   "I used two fingers, Kerry," Kathryn said.  "That did it."

   Brad wasn't about to let them say stuff like that without getting back.

   "It's even better... when Kerry's got... his dick up my ass," he
groaned.

   Arial squealed Brad's name this time, dragging it out, and Kathryn and
Joanne started giggling.

   "Joanne, I thought you were supposed to catch it in your mouth when I
came," I said.  "Now, I've got it all over my stomach."

   "Yeah, and then swallow it like Brad does," Kerry said.

   Arial squealed out Kerry's name again and all of us started laughing.

   Some more dirty suggestions got thrown around before we all finally
settled down.  I took a couple of deep breaths to relax and realized we'd
replaced the musty smell of the tent with something else.  I could smell
semen above everything else but there were also the smells of sweat and
aroused women.  It was a potent brew.

   "Somebody's stinking up the tent," I said.

   "It was Brad," Kerry said.  "He farted."

   "I did not," Brad said.  "It was Kathryn.  She almost blew my knee-cap
off."

   "It's not that kind of smell," I said.  "I think there are some hot
women around here.  Do you guys want to help me cool them off?"

   "Yeah, throw me a towel so I can wipe this stuff off," Brad said.

   "Don't let him wipe it off, Kathryn," Arial squealed.  "Smear it all
over him."

   I lay there and listened to the other guys cussing and I guess they were
getting a coat of semen and cocoa butter on their stomachs.  Joanne moved
off Kerry and started smearing something around on my dick and balls and
them up on my stomach.  I didn't stop her even when she rubbed her hands on
my cheeks.  I sniffed deeply a couple of times and I really got a good
whiff of it then.

   "I smell come in the cocoa butter but I think there's another scent," I
said.  "I think Joanne's had her fingers in her pussy.  I bet they've all
been stirring up something."

   I heard sniffing beside me.  "You're right, Kavan," Stuart said.  "This
little pooh-bear on my legs has definitely had her fingers in her
honey-pot."

   "Shit, that's a good one, Stuart," Kerry said.  "Now Brad's got a
pooh-bear princess with a honey-pot pussy."

   "Yeah, I like it," Brad whispered.  "Honey's good to eat."

   "Well, just take a deep breath or two," I said.  "With the stinking old
tent, cocoa butter, semen, sweat, and honey-pot pussy, we've got a powerful
mixture.  We ought to bottle it and sell it."

   "Yeah, I haven't smelled anything as potent as this since last August
when we spent the night in the haunted house," Stuart said.

   "Stuart," Joanne groaned, "shut up!"

   Everybody shut up.  It took me a second to understand that Brad was the
only one who hadn't been in the haunted house.  And that Arial was there --
but with Luke.  I guess we were all wondering the same thing - whether he
knew about Arial and Luke.

   "It's OK," Brad said.  "I know what happened last August when you were
all at the cabin.  Arial's told me all about it.  I'm OK with it."

   "Are you sure, Brad?" Joanne asked.  "You're going to meet Luke and
Rachael tomorrow.  I hope you and Luke will be friends."

   "We will be," Brad said.  "I know how much the Stuart family loves Luke
and Rachael and their kids.  Arial's told me what happened with her and
Luke.  She even told me who Rachael had for company while Luke was with
her. I'm glad her first time was a hell of a lot better than mine."

   "Well, are we going to give these women a good licking or not?" Stuart
asked.

   "Naw, let's give them a good dicking," Kerry suggested.

   "That can come later, Kerry," I said.  "Stuart and Joanne can get it on
when they go home if he can get it up again.  Brad probably can't get it up
because he's been jacked off twice.  We'll let him and Arial go on upstairs
to bed.  You and I have a date with Kathryn, remember?"

   "Promises, promises, that's all I ever get," Kathryn said.

   "Yeah, they can't do anything but talk," Joanne said.

   Arial started to say something but she cut it off with a different sort
of squeal this time.  She fell half on top of me and Stuart was half on top
of her.  I grabbed Joanne and wrestled her down between me and Kerry.  Brad
must have done the same thing to Kathryn and I don't know where she landed
but Kerry yelled.  "Damn, you broke my dick off."

   I straddled Joanne, caught her wrists, and pinned her down.  She
pretended to resist for a few seconds.  I leaned over and whispered in her
ear, "I envy Kieran Lee."

   She whispered back, "You can have a taste if you want to, little boy. 
Stuart and Kerry got at me last weekend.  I might as well let you and Brad
taste momma's milk too."

   I didn't care whether Brad got his or not but I wanted to.  I slid down
on her a little, found her breasts with my hands, and found one big stiff
nipple with my lips.  I sucked gently and tasted warm sweet milk.  She put
her hand behind my head and tried to smother me in her breast.

   Stuart and Arial were still wrestling next to me.  I guess he was trying
to pin her down too.

   "Stuart, what are you trying to do?" Arial groaned.

   "I'm going to bite your butt, Princess," he said.  "I've wanted to since
the first time I saw you."

   Somebody pushed against my shoulder and Kerry whispered next to my head,
"Move over.  Let me have some too." I moved over to the other breast and
found a nipple again.  Joanne had one hand behind my head and I suppose the
other was behind Kerry's.  I could hear him sniffing and breathing and I
figured Joanne was trying to smother him too.

   "If you two do this to Kathryn tonight," she managed to groan, "she'll
need both your big dicks to put out the fire in her pussy."

   I straightened up and felt off to the side where Arial and Stuart were.
I felt his back; he was bent over Arial.  I felt down lower; he had her on
her stomach with his head about where her butt was.

   "Brad, Stuart's biting Arial's butt," I said.

   He didn't say anything.  All I heard was moaning and groaning and
squealing on both sides of me.

   "Brad, did you hear me?" I asked.  "Stuart's biting Arial's butt."

   "He can't hear you, Kavan," I heard Kathryn whisper.  "I've got a
leg-lock on his head."

   "Does he know how to use his tongue?" I asked.

   "I heard that," Brad growled.  "Kathryn's trying to kill me.  She almost
broke my neck."

   "Yeah, it's like he's trying to kill me," Kathryn whispered.  "I'll
swear he does have a six-inch tongue."

   "How long is yours, Kavan?" Joanne whispered.

   I decided I'd show her but I wanted to see if I could get Brad to do
something first.  I leaned over to whisper to Kerry and all I felt was his
butt.  He was leaned over Kathryn, either with his mouth on her breasts or
kissing her.

   "Brad, come over here," I said.  "Joanne's got something for you.  Let
Kerry take care of Kathryn for a few minutes."

   "Stuart, you're going to break me in half," Arial whispered.

   I felt in that direction and touched her leg and Stuart's arm.  I
explored a little more and knew what he'd done.  He had her on her back
now, holding her legs bent back, with his head down at her pussy.  It
seemed like a good plan to me.

   Brad and Kerry must have collided because I heard a bonk and a "Shit"
and an "O, fuck," at about the same time.  When they finally got
rearranged, I pulled Brad closer and told him what Joanne wanted him to do.

   "Shit, I can't do that," he protested.

   "Yeah, you can," I said.  "Kerry and I already have.  I'm going down on
her while you get a little taste."

   I caught Joanne's legs behind her knees, lifted and spread her, and
tried to find room to get my head down to her pussy.  She pushed herself
toward the back of the tent with her hands and I tried two or three ways to
get at her without kicking the front side of the tent down.  I finally bent
my legs off to one side, slid my cheek down the inside of her thigh, and
let my nose lead me to it.  Her honey-pot was wet, drooling wet, and ready.
The scent and the taste went straight to my dick.  It was already rigid
again and I wanted so much to shove it in where my tongue was.

   "That's good, Brad," I heard Joanne whisper.  "That's good, Kavan."

   "Yeah, that's good, Stuart," I heard Arial sigh.

   "Yeah, that's good, Kerry," I heard Kathryn murmur.  "Just keep on
licking it right there."

   I don't know how much longer we kept on giving them a good licking. 
After a while, Stuart was straddling Arial and I guess he was trying to
fuck her between her little tits or maybe trying to get her to suck his
schlong.  I decided to help him.  I got my mouth at her little pussy and
made her squeal the way she always does.

   When I straightened up for a breather, Brad was rolling around with
Joanne and I couldn't tell what they were doing.  I felt around until I
figured it out.  He was flat on his back and she was straddling his head. I
groped some more and realized she was probably sucking his dick while he
had his hands on her ass cheeks, his head bent up, and his mouth on her
pussy.  I pulled his hair just to let him know I knew what he was doing. 
Then I just shook my head in disbelief.  It was hard to believe he'd
actually do it.

   I stood up, put my hands on Joanne's back, stepped over her, and moved
in Kathryn's direction.  She and Kerry were cuddled up together.  I felt
around again and figured out what they were doing.  She was flat on her
back.  Kerry was on one side, his face at her breast, his hand down at her
pussy.  It was something she liked - a mouth sucking gently on her nipple
while a finger slid around and around in the juices of her cunt with just
the lightest of touches on her clitoris.  I lay down on the other side of
her, found her other breast with my mouth, and let my finger join Kerry's
in her cunt.  I loved to do it to her too.

   I heard some more groaning and moaning on the other side of the tent and
then somebody whispering "Oh, shit," over and over again.  I knew it was
Arial, the little princess who said that when her Prince Charming made her
come.  It always seemed funny to hear that coming from her.  Whatever
Stuart had done, she sounded like she liked it.

   Just a little later, I heard groaning beside me and then somebody
gasping for breath.

   "Oh, shit, yeah," I heard Joanne whisper.  "You have got a six-inch
tongue, Brad."

   I decided it was time to see if we could make Kathryn say "Oh, shit,"
too.  I grabbed Kerry's hand and guided his finger to her clitoris.  I
curled my hand around, slid my long finger into her as deep as I could and
started stirring up the honey-pot.  It didn't take long until I felt her
contractions on my finger.

   She said it.  "Oh, shit, oh, shit, don't...you've...that's enough,"
followed by some incomprehensible grunts.  I let my finger be still and
stopped sucking on her nipple.  I could feel the ripples down there around
my finger.

   Everybody was quiet for a few minutes.  Then I heard some shuffling and
moving around on the other side of the tent.

   "Did you put a hickey on Arial's butt?" I heard Joanne ask.

   "Nope," Stuart said.

   "Well, what did you do that had her squirming around so?"

   "I put one on the inside of her thigh, right next to her pussy," Stuart
whispered.

   "Well, I think Brad probably put one or two on me," she said.  "I
couldn't believe he would do that."

   "I was just trying to breathe, Joanne," Brad whispered.

   "If you hadn't tried to stick your finger in my asshole," Joanne said,
"I wouldn't have tried to suffocate you."

   "Arial likes it," Brad said.  "I thought maybe you might like it too."

   We lay there for a while, talking and joking, arms and legs entangled,
hot and sweaty and stinking, all seven of us squeezed up in a row - Kerry,
Kathryn, me, Joanne, Brad, Arial, Stuart.  I don't think anybody felt like
moving but the tent was just too hot now.  I was dripping sweat and I knew
what I wanted next.

   "I'm ready for a shower," I said.  "Anybody want to join me?"

   Nobody answered but the tent emptied quickly and there was a mad dash
for the basement shower.  I was the last one in.  Somebody had turned on
the light and everybody looked like they'd been doing just what we had been
doing.  Everybody's hair was a mess.  Everybody was shining with a mixture
of whatever all over their body.  We stood looking at each other and
grinning.

   The shower room was eight feet by eight so there was plenty of room for
all of us.  Brad started both showerheads and we all tried to squeeze under
them at once.  After a little shoving and rubbing, we settled down and
started washing each other.  Arial insisted on having her hair shampooed.
She said the pool chemicals made it look green if she didn't.  Joanne and
Kathryn wanted their hair shampooed too so the four of us guys shampooed
three gals and bathed them.  I didn't mind; I liked rubbing soapy tits and
ass.

   They helped bathe us too.  I got a back scrub, got washed all over with
a soapy cloth, and had my dick and balls thoroughly cleaned four times.  I
knew there were only three women but I didn't care if one of them did a
repeat or if Stuart did it.  My dick couldn't have gotten any harder either
way.  The other three guys evidently liked it as much as I did; Kerry's
dick was pointing at the ceiling as usual and Brad's and Stuart's were up
at an angle like mine.

   While we were drying each other off, Brad started playing grab-ass with
Arial and whispering to her.  I guess I was wrong about his recuperative
abilities; he had it up again.  Arial definitely acted like she wanted him
to use it.

   Stuart asked Joanne if he could smuggle his hard-on home for later. 
Then Kerry asked him if he could drive his little convertible with his dick
in the way.  Stuart said he could if Joanne would shift gears.  I suppose
Joanne knew she had to get serious again.  She said she had to be Mommy
before Stuart got at her again.  Arial and Brad gave them a quick hug and
goodbye and then ran up the stairs.  Arial was squealing at whatever Brad
was doing and he was holding his dick in one hand.

   Joanne and Stuart put on their clothes and sent Kerry upstairs to the
kitchen to retrieve Kieran Lee's bottle.  Kerry and Kathryn and I hugged
them goodbye and then I walked out with them so I could open the side gate
and then close it after they left.  We stood next to their little
convertible talking for a few minutes.

   "Thanks for inviting us, little brother," Stuart said.  "It was fun."

   "You're welcome, big brother," I said.  "Did you really bite Arial's
butt?"

   "Yeah, I'll bet she'll show it to Brad.  Ask him," he said.

   "Kavan, is Kathryn OK with coming to our house for dinner next Saturday
night?" Joanne asked.

   "Yeah, she's looking forward to it." I answered.  "Who's going to be
there?  I assume Luke and Rachael will be.  You're not going to surprise us
with a going-away party and a bunch of people, are you?  Kathryn wants
everything kept quiet and simple."

   "Mom and Mr.  Jack are going to be gone; they're flying to Chicago on
Thursday," Stuart said.  "Joanne's going to be cooking for six adults and
four kids.  She won't tell me what but she says it will be something good."

   "I'll be cooking for just six adults," Joanne said.  "We're going to
feed the kids and put them to bed early."

   Joanne got in the car, put on her baseball cap, and waited for Stuart.

   "Mom's going to shop for some clothes for Kathryn," Stuart said. 
"Siobhan gave her a list of sizes.  I think they're going to get her some
really nice clothes.  Joanne and I have a set of luggage for her.  Did you
find what you wanted for her?"

   "Yeah, I've got her a digital camera," I answered.  "I'd like to get her
a cell-phone and prepay for it for while.  Do you think that would be OK or
would she feel like she's got to call me all the time?"

   "I think that's a great idea," Joanne said.  "You two do understand that
you're invited to stay the night with us, don't you?"

   "Yeah, I told her.  She wants to know whether we're all going to be
sleeping in separate bedrooms or whether you're got something else in mind.
I'd like to know too."

   "We've been talking to Luke and Rachael about it," Stuart said.  "They
think we should just relax and enjoy ourselves without any specific plans,
sort of like what we did tonight.  Would you two be OK with that?"

   I slapped a mosquito on my thigh.

   "Yeah, I think so," I said.  "Just a quiet little orgy, huh?"

   Stuart got in the car and put his baseball cap on.  He looked up at me
and I could see a big grin of white teeth.

   "Well, somebody showed us how much fun that can be," he said, and
started the car.

   I held the gate open for them to leave, closed it again, and went back
in the basement.

   Kerry and Kathryn were already in our basement bedroom.  Kerry was
sitting on the foot of the bed, dick straight up, and she was standing
between his knees, blow-drying his hair.  He was holding a hairbrush and
looking straight at her breasts.  Her hair looked damp but it had already
been brushed neatly.  She stopped the blow dryer and started brushing
Kerry's long hair back on each side.

   "We're not trying to dry it completely," she said.  "Just enough so it
will finish drying without being all messed up."

   I stood and watched her doing Kerry's hair.  I knew he liked it long
like Stuart's hair.  Kathryn had talked both of us into letting our hair
grow longer and letting her and Arial style it.  Kerry kept his parted in
the middle with the sides brushed back and it usually looked neat.  I kept
mine parted on the right side, brushed toward the left on top, and then
brushed back on each side.  Mine wouldn't stay neat like Kerry's and she
often brushed it for me once or twice in the day.

   Whenever I worked at the plant nursery, I sweated so much that it was a
tangled mess.  She made me some dark-colored sweatbands that tied in the
back to keep it under control.  She said I was really sexy like that and
told me to notice how women looked at me when I was working.  I guess she
was right but I still wanted to cut it short when she was gone so it
wouldn't be so much trouble.  When she turned and looked at me, I knew it
was my turn so I sat down beside Kerry.

   "Not many women are as lucky as I am," she said, "to have two beautiful
guys to love her."

   She brushed the tangles out of my hair slowly and gently, used the blow
dryer, and then brushed some more.  I sat and did what Kerry had done -
stare at her beautiful breasts.  I couldn't imagine how a woman could have
breasts more beautiful than hers.  I didn't want to think about not seeing
them and touching them again.  I wanted to bury my face between them and
smell the clean woman smell of her and then get my mouth on those stiff
little nipples.  I guess my dick understood; it had wilted a little when
I'd gone outdoors with Joanne and Stuart.  Now it slowly raised its head up
and looked up at where it was going to go in a little while.  When she
stopped brushing, I looked up at her.  She looked down at my face, then
further down, back up, and smiled at me with her mischievous smile.

   "Are you ready to play again?" she asked.  "Kerry is."

   I looked over at him.  He was flopped back on the bed, propped up on his
elbows, long legs bent over the end of the bed, his dick suspended over his
stomach, and legs apart with his balls hanging low.

   "Whenever you are," I answered.  "We don't have to hurry, you know.  We
can sleep late as long as we're at the Andersen's place by noon."

   She pushed me and I flopped back like Kerry.  After my dick stopped
bouncing, it was up in the air like Kerry's.  I parted my legs so my balls
could hang loose too.  Kathryn stood there and looked back and forth at us,
our faces and then our genitals.

   "You guys really are beautiful, you know," she said.  "Your hair is
different but you're just alike in everything else.  It's easy to tell
you're brothers."

   "I hope my dick is as big as his when I stop growing," Kerry said.  "I'd
hate to have the smallest Stuart dick."

   "You're probably going to have the biggest," I said.  "Mine wasn't as
big as yours when I was your age."

   Kathryn pushed us a little further apart, crawled up on the bed between
us, and sat down Indian fashion.  She put a hand on each of us.

   "How big is it, Kerry?" Kathryn asked.  "And don't tell me you don't
know.  Kavan says every guy knows how long his dick is."

   He didn't say anything.  I looked over at him and saw a big grin on his
face.  I knew he had a new measurement to report.

   "I measured it as six inches last time," he said.  "It's grown about an
inch and a half in the last year or so."

   "When do guys stop growing?" she asked.  "Kavan's dick has been about
the same size since I got introduced to it."

   They were both looking at me.  I didn't know the answer.  I just knew
what had happened to me.

   "I don't know," I said.  "I guess my dick grew kind of fast for a while
and then stopped.  The rest of me is still growing.  Dad says that's the
way he grew.  His dick got big and then stopped and he kept getting taller
and skinnier.  After a while his body started filling out and then stopped.
That's the way Kerry and I will probably be too."

   She crawled up further and lay down propped up on pillows against the
headboard.  She patted each side and Kerry and I crawled up to her.

   "How big is your Dad's dick?" she asked.  "Is it the same as yours?"

   "Yeah, about the same," I answered.  "Mom and Arial measured both of us
a couple of years ago.  We're both a little over seven inches."

   "Seven and a quarter," Kerry said.  "I've got an inch and a quarter to
go."

   Kathryn scooted down on the bed a little so she could get a hard-on in
each hand.  I just lay there and watched what she was doing with Kerry's.

   "You'll make it, Squirt," I said.  "I'll bet you'll be almost eight by
the time you're old as me."

   "It's not the size that makes a man a good lover, Kerry," Kathryn said.
"Big is nice but it's the way Kavan treats me that makes me love him.  He's
always considerate of me and tries to make sure I enjoy it too.  He doesn't
just get his and turn over and go to sleep."

   "Dad's good about teaching us stuff like that," Kerry said.  "I've
learned lots of good stuff from the books on sex he's given me but the best
is what he teaches me."

   "He's given us little lectures about love and sex for years," I said. 
"We've learned to listen and think about what he's saying.  He's just about
the best Dad a guy could want."

   "Do you remember the one he gave us last fall when Brad took us on the
hiking trip in the state park," Kathryn asked.  "The one about how he felt
about your Mom."

   "You mean when he was trying to convince Brad he didn't have to be
ashamed of getting a hard-on when he looked at Arial naked?" Kerry asked.

   "Yeah, that one," Kathryn said.  "I wanted to cry when he told us about
how he felt about Siobhan.  I wish my Dad had felt like that about my Mom."

   "They're good about letting us know how they love each other," I said.
"They don't hide much from us."

   "Why did you guys hit him with your hats?" she asked.

   "Because we love him," Kerry said, and I suppose he was right.

   "Well, I hope you all appreciate how nice it is to have parents like
yours," Kathryn said.  "There aren't many who treat their kids like they
treat you."

   "We know it, Kathryn," I said.  "Our family's a lot different.  I'm glad
we were raised the way we were."

   "Yeah, me too," Kerry said.  "I think all kids ought to be raised like
we were."

   I put my right leg over Kathryn's right knee and put my hand under her
breast with my thumb on the nipple.  I saw Kerry looking at me with his
eyebrows raised.  I nodded to him and he put his left leg over hers and
cupped his hand under the other breast.

   "You guys made quite a team when you got at me like this in the tent,"
she said.  "With a mouth sucking on each nipple and two fingers playing in
my pussy, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.  I would have let you do
that all night if somebody hadn't decided it was time to give me a really
big O."

   She slid my foreskin back and then rubbed the head of my cock against
her leg.  I watched her do the same thing with Kerry's.  He was watching
what she was doing with my cock.

   "I didn't know a woman's nipples get sore from a baby sucking," Kerry
said.  "Does Kavan make yours sore?"

   "Not really," she said.  "Once in a while they get a little irritated. I
just rub something on them and they're good until the next time."

   "Like that cocoa butter stuff?" Kerry asked.  "It didn't taste bad. 
I'll bet it would taste good if it's on a woman's nipples."

   "Do you want to try it, Kerry?" she asked.

   "Yeah!" he answered, grinning at me.  I was grinning back.  I wanted to
try it too.

   "Where is the cocoa butter?" I asked.

   "Somewhere in the tent," Kathryn answered.

   "I'll go get it," Kerry volunteered.

   He was up and off the bed and almost out the door when he stopped,
turned back, and looked at us.

   "Have you got a flashlight?" he asked.

   "You can't put it on your dick this time, Kerry," Kathryn said.  "I
don't want to get it in my pussy."

   "That's OK," he said.  "I don't think your pussy will need any, will
it?"

   I reached over in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the little
flashlight I used if I got up at night, especially if I went outdoors. 
Kerry tip-toed over, grinning, his dick bouncing up and down, grabbed it,
and tip-toed out the door to the basement area.

   I yelled after him.  "Bring us some of those damp towels."

   "Don't you and Kerry ever argue and fight?" Kathryn asked.

   "What?  Why?" I asked back.  I was thinking of everything but fighting
with Kerry.

   "You know.  Argue, fuss, fight, like most brothers do.  You two always
seem to get along great."

   I thought about it.  I supposed she was right.  We did argue just a
little once in a while but we never really argued and fought enough for Mom
and Dad to get involved.

   "I don't know.  I guess we've always been like that.  I suppose he knows
he can get what he wants by getting along with me.  Why do you ask?"

   "It just seems unusual, I guess.  He really respects you, you know. 
Sometimes he acts like you're his dad.  I was just wondering how you two
got that way."

   "We moved here when I was...eight, I think, and he was about three.  Mom
and Dad gradually let me go down to the creek and roam around in the woods
with my friends.  Sometimes he wanted to go with us but Mom wouldn't let
him.  He might have been six the first time she let him.  She made him
promise he'd obey me just like he obeyed Dad.  He learned pretty quickly
not to cause me any problems.  A couple of times he did something I told
him not to do.  I told Dad and he had a serious talk with him.  He told him
he'd better do what I said or he could just sit home.  After that, he
listened to me and did what I said."

   I heard the basement door to the outside being closed and locked and a
few seconds later Kerry came in our bedroom and stopped in the door, his
finger on the light switch, holding up the cocoa butter and still grinning.
His dick was still holding up by itself.  He had towels draped over both
shoulder.

   "On or off?" he asked.

   The overhead light was the only one turned on in the room.  It didn't
matter to me.  I looked at Kathryn.

   "Leave it on, please," she replied.  "I want to see both of you."

   He shut the door, dropped the towels on the floor, crawled across the
bed in a flash, opened the jar, and held it out to me.  I looked at
Kathryn's breasts and then at her face.

   "Well, go on," she said.  "Do it.  I want you to."

   I stuck a finger in the jar.  The stuff was surprisingly hard, about
like butter when it comes out of the refrigerator.  I dug down a little and
got a little of the yellow stuff on my finger.

   "Get you some, Kerry," Kathryn said.  "Just a little bit."

   He got a little on his finger and we started rubbing it on her nipples.
As the stuff warmed, it became slipperier and her nipple became harder.  I
used my thumb and a finger to tweak it into standing up.  When I looked
over at her other breast and Kerry's fingers, the nipple had stood up for
him too.

   "That's erectile tissue, isn't it, Kerry?" Kathryn asked.

   "Yeah, it's got a little hard-on.  Can I suck it?" he answered.

   "Yeah, please, both of you."

   The stuff had a pleasant smell and the taste wasn't great but it wasn't
bad.  I did it like I knew she liked it.  I cupped my hand under her breast
and sucked gently on the nipple.  Once I raised my head and looked at Kerry
then at Kathryn.  Kerry had his eyes closed, I think, because all I could
see was his long eyelashes.  I watched his mouth sucking about like I'd
seen Kieran Lee do it on Joanne, only maybe not quite as hard.  Kathryn had
her eyes closed and she had a little smile on her face.  I lowered my mouth
back to her breast and licked and played some more.

   "That's so good," she whispered.  "I wish Stuart or Brad was here."

   "What do you want them for?" Kerry asked.  He must have had her nipple
still in her mouth because I could hardly understand what he said.

   "I'd like to have a third mouth somewhere else," she whispered.

   Kerry and I rose up at the same time and looked up at each other.  He
was grinning that wide grin and I knew he knew where.

   "Go ahead, Kerry," I said, winking at him.  "You can kiss her on the
mouth.  It's OK with me."

   "Will you swap with me in a minute or two?" he asked.  I nodded.

   I watched as he got up on his hands and knees.  He started to move down
on her but I shook my head no.  He questioned me with his eyebrows.  I
nodded toward her head.  He shook his head no.  I shook my head yes.  He
shrugged and moved up on her.  She still had her eyes closed and a smile on
her face.

   Kerry leaned over and licked her lips.  She jumped in surprise and
opened her eyes.  Kerry kissed her again and pulled back.  She reached up
and pulled his head down to her.  I watched them play tongue tag for a few
seconds and then moved down on her.

   She didn't resist when I pulled her legs apart, lifted them, bent them
back, and then lay down with my face at her pussy.  The lips were open a
little but I wanted them wide open.  I turned loose of her legs and she
kept them in the air.  I used my thumbs to pull on each side of the big
lips.  Her pussy opened the way I wanted it, all that coral-red flesh from
the wrinkled opening of her vagina, over the little bump of her urethra, on
up to the brighter red of her clitoris peeking out of its little elongated
hood.  I started licking all of it.

   I loved the way her cunt smelled and tasted when she was aroused.  It
always made my dick get a little harder, even when it was so hard it hurt.
Then I realized that I was rubbing it on the sheet and irritating the area
just behind the head.  I lifted my hips, reached down, and pulled my
foreskin as far forward as it would go.  I lay back down and started
licking her again, keeping my hips still.

   Kerry tapped me on the shoulder and I lifted my head and looked at him.
He was on his knees beside Kathryn.  He jerked his thumb upward and I
swapped with him.

   When I moved over Kathryn's head she still had her eyes closed.  When I
kissed her, she opened them and we both tried to look at each other when
our eyes were about an inch apart.  I felt her lips get firmer and change
their shape and then she giggled.  I lifted up away from her, bewildered.

   "Kerry was rubbing my button with his nose," she whispered.

   I had never thought of that.  "Did you like it?"

   "Yeah, but a tongue is better."

   "A dick would be even better," I whispered.

   "He's using his tongue now," she whispered so low I could hardly make
out what she was saying.

   I looked down at him.  His hair had fallen over and I couldn't see what
he what doing.  He had both hands on her thighs and he'd bent her back
further than I had.  I wrapped one arm around Kathryn's legs, behind her
knees, and pulled just a little.  Kerry looked up briefly, saw what I'd
done, and put his face back down.  This time he had both hands on her hips,
fingers pointed in at her pussy, and I could see his head moving up and
down.  I shook my head, thinking that I'd had to wait until I was fifteen
to learn how to do what he was doing with her and he'd already learned and
he wasn't quite thirteen.

   "Kavan, tell him to stop, please," Kathryn whispered.

   I looked back at her.  "Why?"

   "I don't want to come yet.  I want to rest a minute or two and then I
want to feel your dicks in me."

   "Well, we can't both do it at the same time.  Which do you want first?"

   "I don't care.  But I don't want you to get carried away and come within
a minute or two.  I want you to do it slow and easy so I can feel you in
me. I want it to last for a long time.  You decide who goes first."

   "Kerry, can you hear me?" I asked.

   He looked up and me and grinned and stuck out his tongue.  "Yeah."

   "Kathryn wants us to give her a good dicking, you first."

   "You sure?" he asked.  I didn't know whether he was asking me if I
wanted him to go first or if it had been Kathryn's idea.

   "Yeah," I said.  "She wants you to do it real slow and easy and make it
last a long time.  If you feel like you're about to come, stop and pull out
and let it cool off, OK?"

   "What are you going to be doing?  He asked.

   "Watching," I said.

   "Kerry, I want you on top of me for a while," Kathryn said.  "Then you
can swap with Kavan and watch."

   He crawled up on top of her and stopped on his hands and knees.

   "I wish we could all do something together at the same time," he said,
looking at me.

   I'd been thinking the same thing.  I'd thought of some things we could
do that would be fun.  I didn't know if he'd ever done what Kathryn and I
did with Mrs.  Lauren.  If it worked with one guy and two girls, it would
work with two guys and one girl.  I even thought of one thing we could do
so we both had our dicks in her at the same time.  It was something I'd
never done before.  I didn't know if she'd go for it.

   Kathryn reached up and pulled his dick.  He looked down at her and
smiled.

   "You be slow, now," she said.  "I want to be fucked good before anybody
comes."

   He settled down on her and I watched as she guided his dick to the right
spot and he eased it into her.

   "OK, I can do that," he said.  "I've already come twice today.  It might
take be a few minutes to come a third time."

   "Twice already?" she asked.

   She brought her legs up, bent then back, and locked her ankles together
with one heel right at the crack of his ass.  She liked to do me that way
and I guess it was becoming sort of automatic with her.

   "Yeah, I did it real quick in the bathroom before we went to school this
morning.  Then Joanne jacked me off in the tent."

   She wrapped her arms around him, pulled him down, and her breasts
flattened against his chest.  She liked it when she had me against her like
that.  She'd told me more than once that she liked to feel my hard pecs
against her breasts and my hard cock in her cunt.

   "Did you wash out the sink before you left?" Kathryn asked, grinning up
at him.  I knew she was teasing.

   "Yeah.  I even lifted the toilet seat before I peed.  I'm learning not
to leave a mess for somebody else.  I'm not a hopeless case."

   I watched him flex his hips and slowly ease them back down.  I decided I
wanted to watch up close and personal.  I moved up so my face was just
inches from theirs.

   "Is it OK if I watch the action down below?" I asked.  "I want to see
Kerry's six-incher bottom out and his balls up against your ass."

   They both turned and looked at me with grins on their face.

   "Will you let me watch you from behind when you do it?" Kerry asked.

   I nodded.  Kerry looked down at Kathryn.  She nodded.  He nodded too.

   I moved around on our big bed until I found a spot where I could see
between Kerry's legs.  I grabbed a pillow, folded it in half, and propped
my head on it so I could watch with both hands free.  I wrapped one hand
around my dick and the other around my balls and watched Kerry and Kathryn
put on a show for me.  It reminded me of the time Kathryn and I had done
the show for everybody at the cabin.

   He was doing it like she wanted it - slowly and gently.  I watched him
pull out his six-incher and then slowly ease it back into her.  I knew how
proud he was.  I remembered how I'd felt when mine finally hit that mark. I
guess guys are always proud when they know they are going to be at least
average.  I watched as he pulled out and I could see all of the coral and
red flesh of her cunt as he slid it back in and the neat black hair all
around.  She'd decided to quit shaving around it and just keep it trimmed,
said she was tired of it being scratchy and itchy.  I knew how she felt
because I sometimes scratched my face or something else on her stubble.

   Kerry eased it out again and back in until his balls were against her
ass and I couldn't see anything.  He stopped for a few seconds and then
eased it out again.  Damn, it was one hot show.  He slid it in slowly again
and all I could see was his hairless scrotum right over her asshole.

   Hairless?  He's got some hair on it, I knew.  He showed his balls to me
occasionally, proud that he was getting hair on them and behind them, as
well as his little patch of pubic hair.  I moved up closer and looked
between his legs.  He had a little stubble behind his balls and maybe a
little on them.  Damn!  He's shaved it.  Or somebody had shaved it for him.
I didn't see how he could shave back there himself.  Now who had been doing
that for him?  He'd been with Joanne and Stuart last weekend.  Joanne must
have done it.  Shit, I guess he got at her last weekend.

   I realized I was stroking my dick faster than he was moving and I felt a
faint urge to keep on doing it faster and faster until I came.  I took a
deep breath, stopped jacking my dick, and just held it in my hand.  Kerry
did it for a minute or two longer and I think Kathryn realized he was
getting faster and faster too.  She slapped him gently on the butt.

   "Don't you think it's time Kavan had a turn," she asked.

   He turned and looked down where I was.

   "Nah, just let him jack off," he said.  "I'll take his turn."

   I reached up and slapped him on the butt a little harder.

   "Like hell you will," I said.  "Get your butt down here and watch how I
do it."

   I took his place and Kathryn guided my dick into her pussy.  When my
dick was seated and I was all wrapped up by her, I put my lips next to her
ear.

   "Did you feel Kerry's balls and behind them," I asked.  "Somebody's been
shaving him.  I'll bet it was Joanne last weekend."

   "Why would she shave him?" she whispered in my ear.  "He doesn't have
much pubic hair yet anyway?"

   "No fair whispering," Kerry said, somewhere back behind me.

   I turned and looked for him.  He was down at the foot of the bed,
kneeling, one arm resting on the bed, the other almost out of sight.  I
could see his hand moving and the head of his cock exposed on each stroke.

   "Are you comfortable?" I asked.  "Can you see?"

   "Yeah, you can do it now," he said, and grinned at me.  "I can see OK."

   I turned back to Kathryn.  She had a wide grin on her face and looked
like she was having a hard time keeping from giggling.

   I tried my best to do it the way she wanted, just sliding in to the hilt
and out to the tip, doing it as slowly as I could.  I lifted my head and
looked down at her.  She had her eyes closed and just a tiny smile on her
lips now.  I'd seen that look lots of times.

   After a couple of minutes, even doing it so slow, I could feel the urge
building up in me and I knew I had to stop or I'd come in a minute or so. I
stopped and just held it still in her.  I tried to think it back down but I
knew I couldn't and I didn't want to take it out.  She opened her eyes and
looked up at me.

   "What's the matter?" she asked.

   I shook my head slightly.  I couldn't say anything.  I was dangerously
close.

   "Are you about to come?" she whispered.

   I nodded slightly.  She took her legs off my back and her arms from
around me.  She pushed gently against my chest.

   "Don't come yet, please," she whispered.  "Take it out."

   I pulled out and flopped over on the bed beside her.  I lay there
breathing heavily, my heart pounding and my dick throbbing.

   "Kerry, can you find me one of those towels?" she asked.

   I opened my eyes and saw him standing at the foot of the bed, one hand
moving up and down on his cock.  He picked up a towel and threw it to her.
She rolled over and wiped the sweat off my chest and then wiped all the
stuff off my dick.  That made the urge go far enough away so that I felt in
control again.

   "Was that good, Bro?" Kerry asked.  "Did you come?"

   I shook my head.  "No but I was damn close."

   Kerry walked around on the other side of the bed away from me and lay
down.  He moved over beside Kathryn and put one leg over one of hers.

   "What's your pleasure, now, M'Lady?" he asked.

   "I think we should all cool off, Kind Sir," she answered.  "My knight's
lance was overheated."

   We all lay there for a few minutes, doing nothing much except talking.

   "Kavan says somebody's been shaving your balls," Kathryn accused.

   "Yeah, I did it," he lied.

   "Behind them too?" she questioned.  "I don't believe you.  I want to
see."

   He rolled over on his back, his hand still on his dick, and Kathryn
rolled over and sat up.  I sat up too and moved so I could see.  She lifted
his balls and looked behind them.  She held them up with one hand and then
rubbed her fingertips over them and back toward his asshole.

   "All right, tell us," she said.  "Who did it?"

   "A gentleman never talks about what he does in bed with a lady," he
answered.

   "It was Joanne, wasn't it?" I asked.

   He nodded and that big smile spread over his face.

   "Did you have fun with her and Stuart last weekend?" Kathryn asked.

   He nodded again.

   "Come on, Kerry, tell me," Kathryn pleaded.  "It's your turn again."

   "Joanne shaved Stuart's balls a couple of weeks ago when they were
playing around.  She trimmed his pubes and shaved on his stomach a little
bit.  It looked neat.  She said she'd let us shave her if I'd let her shave
me.  I wouldn't let her shave on my stomach.  Stuart shaved my face."

   "Did you like it?" Kathryn asked.

   "Yeah, it was fun with her and Stuart shaving me.  My dick liked it a
lot."

   "Did you like shaving her?" I asked.

   He nodded.  His big grin would have been answer enough.

   "What else did you do?" Kathryn asked.

   "Do you want me to tell everybody what about what we do tonight?"

   "If you don't tell me, I'm going to sit on you?"

   "Promises, promises."

   "She likes to sit on me, Kerry," I said.  "She rides a cock horse to
Banbury Cross.  Sometimes she comes so hard she almost breaks my dick off
and then she comes so hard she almost pinches it off."

   "I'm not telling you anything else," he said.  He put his hands behind
his head, put his long legs together, and crossed his ankles.

   "Then just lay there, butt-head," she said.  "You're about to get ridden
hard and then put out to pasture wet."

   She straddled Kerry, knelt over him with her hands on his chest, and
tried to catch his dick with her pussy.  He kept his hands still behind his
head, not helping her.  I moved over, reached behind Kathryn, grabbed
Kerry's dick, and held it straight up.

   She peeked back between her legs, wiggled around a little, and caught
his dick with her pussy.  I pulled my hand out and she slid all the way
down.  All I could see between them was Kerry's balls all bunched up on his
thighs and under her ass.  I straightened out with my head down near
Kerry's feet so I could watch the show.

   I knew he was about to get the ride of his life.  With me she'd start
off at a slow walk, gradually speed up to a trot, and then finish off with
a full gallop.  Kerry still had his hands under his head and I guess he
thought he was going to have a peaceful ride.  I knew better.  I watched
her moving up and down on his dick while I stroked my own.

   When I saw Kerry's hands come down to Kathryn's thighs, I knew she'd
changed her pace.  She wasn't sliding up and down so much.  She was sort of
rocking back and forth, flexing her pelvis, keeping his dick buried to the
hilt inside her.  With me, it always felt like the head of my dick was
being rubbed by something firm, almost hard, inside her and it would drive
me wild.  I didn't know if she'd rub the end of his dick like she did mine
but I saw his hands grip her thighs until his fingers were making dents in
her skin.

   She changed her pace again, She leaned forward, hands on his shoulders,
and combined the up and down with the back and forth.  That was the one
that usually got me.  It usually got her too.  I knew the back and forth
put pressure on her clitoris and she almost always came not long after she
started it.

   Then Kerry started grunting and groaning and saying "Oh, sshhhiiiitttt!
Oh, sshhhiiiitttt!" Even pinned down, it looked like he was trying to shove
his dick up into her deeper.  His face looked like he was in agony.  She
was really riding him hard now and he kept groaning and cussing.

   Suddenly she lifted up off him, swung all the way around, straddled me,
slapped my hand out of the way, held my dick straight, and settled down on
it, all in about two seconds.  I tried to hold onto her thighs while she
rode me.  She was into a hard gallop in seconds and I knew she was about to
get hers.  She froze and I felt her little lemon-squeezer trying to pinch
off my dick.  I held still until I felt the last little contractions.

   Then I rolled her off to the side, rolled with her, kneed her legs
apart, lifted her legs and spread them, bent her back, and settled myself
between then.  She grabbed my dick and positioned it.  I shoved it in hard
enough to make her grunt, pulled out, and shoved it in again.  I probably
didn't last a minute before my balls erupted.  I tried to push my dick
deeper in her even when my balls were against her ass cheeks.  Every time
I'd spurt, I'd shove it into her as hard as I could.  After maybe a
half-dozen thrusts, I stopped and I could feel her rippling and moving and
maybe coming again.

   I lay there on top of her for a minute or so, eyes closed, breathing
heavily, her hands on my ass, mine on her shoulders from behind.  Once in a
while, she wiggled around and around beneath me and then subsided.  When I
finally opened my eyes and looked down at her, she opened hers and smiled
at me.  Kerry was on one side, head propped up with his arm, watching us. I
rolled off to the other side and collapsed.  The three of us lay there
looking at each other without saying a word.

   Finally, Kathryn pushed Kerry and he rolled over with his butt to her.
She spooned up to him and put her hand on his hip.  I spooned up to her and
put my hand on her side.  I didn't hear a thing except heavy breathing that
slowly got quieter and quieter.  I was sleepy but I didn't want to go to
sleep.  I didn't know what I wanted but I wanted to stay awake.  I shut my
eyes and had almost drifted away when I heard her whisper my name.

   "Kavan."

   "Yeah."

   "Would you get me a towel, please?"

   "OK.  Kerry, would you get her a towel, please?"

   "OK."

   Nobody moved.

   "If somebody doesn't get me a towel, you're never going to get anything
else," she said.

   Kerry and I rolled out of bed at the same time.  We both picked up one
towel each and then both tried to pick up the third towel.  Kerry turned it
loose and smiled at me.  I walked around in front of Kathryn, handed her a
towel, and we all wiped off the same way, face, chest, and then between the
legs.  I threw my towel to Kerry and he dropped both at the door to the
basement.  Kathryn tucked hers between her legs.  Kerry turned off the
light and we both crawled back in bed with her.

   I lay there in the dark spooned up to her, thinking about what we'd
done. I hoped we'd done what she wanted.  I could think of only one thing
we hadn't done.  One of us would have to do something I'd never done with
her.  I had never really wanted to but I knew I would if I knew she wanted
me to.  I didn't know whether Kerry had ever done it like that.  I didn't
even know if he'd want to do it.  She'd said she wanted both of to make
love to her at once.  The only way I could think of to do that was to make
a sandwich with her.  One of us would get his dick in her asshole while the
other one got his in her pussy.  I wondered what she'd say if I suggested
it.  I wondered what Kerry would say.  I decided I'd wait a while, to see
if anybody woke up and started anything else.  I drifted away into sleep
thinking about it.

   Chapter Sixty

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Arial Stuart, 16; Kerry Stuart, 12 ¾; Kenjiro
Daniels, 15; Nicole Whittaker, 15

   TELLING THE STORY Kerry Stuart

   <><><>

   (KERRY)

   Kenjiro and I were eating lunch in the school cafeteria on Tuesday when
a pack of jocks walked by.  One of them, Aaron Davis, said it again.

   "Hey, little pussy, how ya doin'?  Did you hurt your sweet little hand
hitting Jerome?"

   I didn't say anything as usual.  I just smiled at him and then turned
back and started talking to Kenjiro again.

   "What was that about?" he asked.

   "Nothing, just another stupid jock, thinks he's something."

   "Why did he call you a little pussy?"

   "Shit, he calls me worse than that sometimes.  He says I'm nothing but a
smart-ass little girl, sucking up to all the teachers."

   "Fuck him!  Are you going to let him get away with it?"

   "I don't care, Ken-chan.  I think I'm already more of a man than he'll
ever be.  He's not worth worrying about."

   Kenjiro started eating again.  The mystery meat was supposed to be
meatloaf but it sure as hell wasn't like Mom's.  I watched him and I could
almost see the wheels turning in his head.  He was thinking about something
and I knew it was about Aaron Davis and his stupid remark.  When he started
smiling, I looked for the light bulb over his head.

   "I've got it," he said.

   "Got what, meatloaf diarrhea?"

   "Yeah, diarrhea of the brain.  You're going to challenge him to a duel."

   "Like hell, I am," I said.  "He'll kill me."

   Kenjiro just shook his head yes.  I shook my head no.  He shook his head
yes.  I shook my head no and gave him the finger.  He leaned over closer to
me, pushed my hand down, and smiled.

   "Look, I've got an idea for something that'll really shut him up.  Let
me check out something and I'll tell you about it tomorrow."

   "I'm not getting in any more trouble with jocks, Ken-chan.  We've just
got one more week of classes and then three days of finals.  Nobody blamed
me for hitting Jerome but I'm staying out of trouble for the next couple of
weeks."

   "You won't get in trouble.  Trust me.  Wait'll you hear my plan.  You're
gonna love it."

   <><><>

   I didn't see him the next day at school until I went to the Chew and
Choke for lunch.  He was waiting in the hall outside the cafeteria.  We
went through the line and then grabbed one of the small tables against the
wall that held just two people.

   "You really are going to love it," he said.  "One of the jocks owed me
for helping him with his computer.  I called him and found out what I
needed to know.  You're gonna challenge Mr.  Aaron Asshole Davis to a duel.
I'm going to be your second and Davis can get him one.  We're going to get
Grizzly to be the referee.  We'll let Grizzly in on it.  He'll love it
too."

   I sat and looked at him and ate my gooey slice of Friday pizza.  I
couldn't believe he'd get me into something where I'd get hurt or get in
trouble.  Would he?  Maybe he would.  What the fuck?  Who knows?

   "I'll kill you if you get me in trouble again," I said.

   "Shit, Kerry, we're friends.  I'm not gonna get you in trouble."

   "Yeah, sure you won't.  What's your plan?"

   He told me.  I loved it.  We talked about how to set it up.  Over the
next few days, two demented geniuses put together the plan and set up
everything.  I challenged Aaron the following Monday.  We held the duel in
one of the boys' bathrooms Tuesday.  I loved every minute of it.  I won the
duel.

   <><><>

   On Friday, the last day of classes, I had honors trigonometry with Mr.
O'Reilly, the one the students call Mr.  O'Really, just before lunch.  We
had gotten along so well fall semester in honors analytical geometry, I
made sure I got his trig class in the spring.  When the class was over, he
pulled me aside as I started to leave and asked me if I'd go to his office
so we could talk.  I didn't suspect anything bad; I thought he wanted to
talk to me about what I had done in his course.

   Mr.  O'Reilly was one of the math teachers I'd been working with about
math courses to take.  I'd made an A in his honors geometry class fall
semester and I had another A going in honors trig.  I wanted to take all of
the math the school offered and we couldn't see where to fit them all in.
He'd agreed to help me do two of the easy ones on my own and all I had to
do was take the same tests everybody else took

   When we walked into his cubicle, Mrs.  Redford, my English teacher, was
sitting in one chair and the school principal, Mrs.  Frazier, was sitting
in another.  After the jock trouble fall semester, she talked to me lots
and she always smiled and nodded or waved when she saw me.  There were two
empty chairs - one opposite Mrs.  Frazier and one behind the desk.  I
stopped dead in my tracks.

   "Come in and sit down, Kerry," Mrs.  Frazier said.  "I got you a turkey
club sandwich and a pint of milk for lunch.  Will that be OK?"

   Mr.  O'Reilly sat down in the chair behind the desk and started taking
food out a big brown bag.  That left one chair.  I was trapped.  I knew I'd
been set up.  But something smelled good and I was hungry.  I took a deep
breath and sat down.

   "How're you doing with statistics, Kerry?" he asked.

   "I'm doing fine, Sir.  My half-brother Stuart's letting me help him with
some research he's doing for the University.  He's teaching me what to do
with different statistical tools and we're figuring out what we need to do
with some data he's analyzing."

   "You're studying statistics, Kerry?" Mrs.  Frazier said.  "I didn't
think we offered statistics.  That's a college course, isn't it?"

   "The school doesn't, Ma'am.  Mr.  O'Really's helping me learn some of it
on my own.  He loaned me a couple of books and he's helping me when I get
stuck on something."

   "O'Really?" Mrs.  Frazier asked.

   "Yes, Ma'am."

   Nobody said anything for a minute, just sitting there smiling, and I
finally realized what I'd done.  I looked at Mr.  O'Reilly and he just
shook his head and smiled.

   "O'Reilly, Kerry," he said.  "My name's O'Reilly."

   "I know.  I'm sorry, sir," I said.  I wished I could crawl under the
chair.  I'd never called him O'Really to his face and I guess I'd said it
because that's what so many students called him.  He was a nice guy and
he'd gone out of his way to help me.  I hoped I hadn't blown it.

   "I hope you don't mind having lunch with me and Sarah and Andy," Mrs. 
Frazier said.  "I wanted to talk to you and I didn't want you to have to
come to my office.  I thought it might be best if we just kept this
confidential."

   "Am I in trouble?" I asked.

   "No, no, you're not in trouble," she answered.  "Sarah says she and you
are good friends.  She says you'll tell me the truth about something.  Will
you?"

   I looked at Mrs.  Redford.  She was taking the sandwiches from Mr. 
O'Reilly and putting them on plastic plates.  I could smell bacon and
something like a fruit cobbler.

   "What?"

   "We've heard rumors about you being in some sort of duel last Tuesday.
There are different versions depending on who's telling it.  We need to
clear it up before school is over.  We thought you might help us understand
what happened."

   "Shi..jeeze," I said.  I let my breath out and slumped down in the chair
a little.  Not in trouble?  It sure as hell sounded like trouble to me.  I
hated to do it but I had to kill Kenjiro.

   "Would you like to have your sandwich before we talk, Kerry?" Mrs. 
Frazier asked.  "I'm hungry and I'll bet you are too.  My boys always were
when they were your age."

   "Am I in trouble?" I asked again.

   Mrs.  Frazier smiled at me and shook her head.  "Kerry, I told you
you're not in trouble.  I just like to know what's going on in my school.
When I can, I like to stop trouble before it starts."

   Mrs.  Redford was holding out a paper plate with a sandwich toward me. I
reached over and took it.  The wrapper around the sandwich said Mama Dora.
I knew it would be good.  Anything from there always was.

   "Do I smell some kind of fruit cobbler?" I asked.  I wanted time to
think.

   Mr.  O'Reilly reached in the bag, brought out four big covered bowls,
and put them on the desk.  I knew I'd smelled it.

   "We've got two peach, one blackberry, and one apple," he said.  "Which
do you want, Mrs.  Frazier?"

   "They're all good," she said.  "Let Kerry choose first."

   "Can I...May I have the blackberry?" I asked.  Mrs.  Redford pushed it
toward me on the desk.  Mr.  O'Reilly reached in the bag again and held out
a pint container of milk for me.

   We sat and ate without talking for a while.  I finished my sandwich and
cobbler and milk.  Mrs.  Frazier ate about half her peach cobbler and then
looked at me.

   "Kerry, I can't eat any more.  If you don't mind eating after me, would
you like to finish my peach cobbler?"

   I knew I was being set up.  They were being too nice to me.  I decided
I'd better cooperate.  Mrs.  Frazier waited until I'd finished her cobbler.

   "Now, Kerry, perhaps you can tell me all about this duel I keep hearing
about.  I've heard three or four different versions."

   I tried to think how to tell her and keep it clean at the same time.  I
decided I couldn't.  I looked at Mrs.  Redford.  I'd talked with her once
about something and she hadn't fussed at me about keeping it clean.  She
saw me looking at her and she smiled at me and nodded.

   "You can tell me, Kerry," Mrs.  Frazier said.  "I've raised two boys. 
There's not much I haven't heard.  Just tell it like you'd tell one of your
friends."

   "You won't get mad at me if it's kind of dirty, will you?"

   "I don't think it can be any worse than what I hear in the hall every
day, can it?"

   "Well, it started when Aaron Davis kept calling me a little pussy."

   I looked at the three of them.  They didn't seem shocked or offended.

   "Well, go on," Mrs.  Frazier said.

   "He called me that Thursday of last week when I was eating with
Ken-chan; that's Kenjiro Daniels.  We came up with a way to make him shut
up."

   "Why do you call him Ken-chan?" Mrs.  Frazier asked.

   "In Japan they change the name like that when they're talking to
friends. The chan part means he's my friend."

   "I didn't know that," she said.  "What did you do?"

   This was the part I didn't want to talk about but I didn't see any way
out of it.

   "Well, you know guys are kind of sensitive about how big their...you
know...  their...

   Mrs.  Frazier interrupted me.

   "You can say penis, Kerry.  You can say dick if you want to.  My boys
said it."

   I decided to go for it.  "Well, guys're sensitive about how big their
dick is.  If you want to put a guy down, you accuse him of having a little
dick.  You can even say he doesn't even have one and that's what Aaron was
doing when he called me a pussy."

   "From what I've heard, you showed him up," Mr.  O'Reilly said.  "Is that
right?"

   "Yes, Sir.  Kenjiro knows mine's kind of big, at least, kind of big for
my age.  He said it was probably bigger than Aaron's and I ought to dare
him to, you know, see whose was bigger.  We came up with the idea of a
duel."

   "I heard you even had seconds and a referee; is that right?" Mrs. 
Frazier asked.

   "Yes, Ma'am.  Kenjiro was my second and some guy I didn't know was
Aaron's.  We got Grizzly to be the referee because nobody messes with him."

   "What was Grizzly doing with the yardstick?" Mrs.  Redford asked.

   I looked at her and it looked like she was trying to keep from laughing.

   "I told him to bring a ruler.  He said he couldn't find one except for
the yardstick."

   "Somebody told me Aaron thought you'd challenged him to some sort of
real duel," Mrs.  Frazier said.  "I heard you challenged him to a duel in
front of his friends last Monday and said, since you were smaller, you'd
get to choose the weapons and he'd have to meet you in the boys' bathroom
or else he was chicken and he'd have to apologize."

   That was pretty close.  I'd actually told Aaron he'd be chicken shit if
he didn't meet me.

   "Yes, Ma'am.  That's about right."

   "Well, what happened in the bathroom, Kerry?"

   "Nothing, Ma'am.  Grizzly got us back to back and said we had to take
three steps and then turn around.  Aaron asked me what we were going to use
for weapons and Grizzly told him we were going to use our dicks.  He said
when we turned around we had to drop our pants and he'd check to see who
had the biggest one."

   "And did Aaron do it?"

   "Yes, Ma'am.  He did it.  He didn't want to but he did it.  He conceded
and said Grizzly didn't have to use the yardstick.  After we pulled our
pants back up, he apologized for what he'd been saying and even shook my
hand."

   "I heard you even had witnesses lined up," Mrs.  Redford said.

   "Yes, Ma'am.  We made sure we had some guys we knew we could trust. 
Grizzly let four of them in the bathroom with us."

   "Kerry, there's something I don't understand," Mrs.  Frazier said. 
"What if you'd lost the duel?  What would Aaron have done then?"

   I didn't see any need to tell them how Kenjiro had said we could make
sure Aaron's dick was smaller.  He told me a guy's dick always got smaller
when he was anxious about something.  He said it was part of the fight or
flight response and staying in that state for a long time induced anxiety.
So we decided on the duel and then made it worse by not telling Aaron what
the weapons would be.  He had to come to the boys' bathroom not knowing
what he was facing.

   I really didn't think I needed to tell them I'd cheated a little. 
Kenjiro told me the duel might be close and we decided I'd get to the
bathroom a little ahead of Aaron and get ready.  I pretended I had to piss
and I went in one of the toilet stalls and stroked my dick until it was
almost hard.  I knew it'd hold its size for a while unless I jacked off and
it was probably close to five inches when I pulled my briefs down.  I
thought Aaron was going to chicken out when he saw my dick but he pulled
his shorts down too.  I had him beat by an inch or so.

   "I knew I wasn't going to lose, Mrs.  Frazier.  Kenjiro knew a jock who
owed him a favor.  He called him and told him what we were thinking of
doing and asked him how big Aaron's...you know, his dick was.  Then he made
him promise not to tell anybody ahead of time.  He was one of the
witnesses."

   Mrs.  Frazier and Mrs.  Redford were both smiling so big I knew they
were getting a kick out of it.  Mr.  O'Reilly was trying to act like it
wasn't funny to him.  I tried to act serious but finally I couldn't help
but smile too.

   Mrs.  Frazier shook her head.  "Kerry, what am I going to do with you?
Am I going to have to put up with stuff like this for three more years?"

   "No, Ma'am.  Just two," I said.

   She looked puzzled.  "Why just two?" she asked.

   "Well, I'd like to graduate in about three years so I can start to
college when I'm fifteen.  Can I do it?"

   Mrs.  Redford smiled at me and shook her head too.  "You probably can,
Kerry; you probably can," she said.

   "Kerry, if you do that, your parents will have three kids in college at
once," Mr.  O'Reilly said.  "That's a big financial drain.  Why don't you
slow down and stay with us for four years?"

   "Mom and Dad are already helping us plan.  They've already got college
investments for us.  Mom's the financial wizard.  We think we'll be OK. 
We're all going to the university here and keep living at home.  Kavan's
going to keep working part time at Manchester Landscaping.  Arial's going
to be working with Brad on a research grant his Dad's got.  By the time I
graduate from high school, maybe I can find something to help out."

   "Well, if anybody can do it, I guess you can," Mrs.  Redford said.

   "My half-brother, Stuart, he's already got a Ph.D.  in chemistry.  He
wants me to start planning on scholarships, especially in the sciences.  He
thinks I could get one at his alma mater if I go there for a Ph.D."

   "Kerry, you do remember I'm an English teacher," Mrs.  Frazier said.

   I knew she was.  I didn't understand why she reminded me.  Then it
dawned on me.  I used my hand to erase an imaginary blackboard and then
wrote on it.

   "My half-brother, Stuart, has a Ph.D.  in chemistry.  How many times do
you want me to write it?" I asked.

   She just grinned and shook her head again.

   "Have you already chosen your major in college, Kerry?" Mr.  O'Reilly
asked.  From the look on his face, I couldn't decide whether he was being
incredulous or sarcastic.

   "No, Sir, just something in the sciences.  I don't want to major in
English." I looked at Mrs.  Frazier when I said it and she shook her head
again.

   Mrs.  Frazier wasn't quite through.  "I think we need to get this
committee meeting back on track.  Kerry, from the way you describe it,
nobody touched anybody else's penis.  Is that correct?"

   "Yes, Ma'am.  We made sure that couldn't happen when we planned it.  If
Grizzly had used the yardstick, we had to hold our own penis."

   "And neither of you had an erection or engaged in any sort of sexual
activity?" Mr.  O'Reilly asked.

   "No, Sir!" I said.  "Mine was hanging down.  I don't think Aaron had a
har...I mean, an erection.  I didn't touch mine and Aaron didn't touch his
while I was watching."

   "Did you just have guys for witnesses?" Mrs.  Redford asked.  "From the
way some of the girls talk, it sounds like they were witnesses for the
duel."

   "No, Ma'am," I said.  "It was just us guys."

   Mrs.  Frazier looked at Mrs.  Redford and then at Mr.  O'Reilly.  They
all still looked like they were about to bust out laughing.

   "Mrs.  Redford, Mr.  O'Reilly, you're both on the student disciplinary
committee.  Can you think of anything in the student conduct handbook that
says boys can't expose themselves, that is, pull their pants down, as long
as they're in the boys' bathroom?"

   "No, Ma'am," Mrs.  Redford said.  "I believe that's where they're
supposed to do it, isn't it?"

   "I believe that sort of behavior is entirely proper in the
circumstances, Mrs.  Frazier," Mr.  O'Reilly said, looking straight at me.
"I think we can conclude that there are no reasons to charge Kerry with any
violation of the student conduct code."

   I put my hands on the arms of the chair and started to stand up.  I
didn't even know anything like that was being considered.

   "May I go now?" I asked.  I looked at Mrs.  Frazier when I said it.

   "Not yet, Kerry," Mrs.  Frazier said.  "I've got something else I want
to talk to you about."

   I slumped back down and looked at them.  "Jeeze, what now?" I said, and
they all three started laughing.

   "Andy, would you mind if I used your office for a few more minutes to
talk to Kerry," Mrs.  Frazier said.  "I think the committee's adjourned
unless one of you has some more questions for Kerry."

   "Oh, I don't really have any thing else to ask him," Mr.  O'Reilly said,
looking straight at me and smiling.  "You're welcome to use my cubbyhole as
long as you need it."

   "I don't either, really," Mrs.  Redford said.

   They both left and I heard them whispering and laughing as they went
out. Mr.  O'Reilly patted me on the shoulder as he walked past and Mrs. 
Redford mussed up my hair.

   "Did you really just have a meeting of the student disciplinary
committee?" I asked Mrs.  Frazier.  "Are you mad at me for what I did?"

   "Yes, Kerry, we had a meeting," she said, smiling at me.  "There are
five members of the committee.  We had a quorum with three.  We just wanted
to make sure there'd be no trouble because of your duel.  And I'm not mad
at you."

   "I'll try not to cause any more problems, Ma'am," I said.  "At least not
for the rest of the school year."

   "Kerry, you're not causing problems," she said.  "When I go home
tonight, I'll have a huge smile on my face when I tell my husband about
this.  He'll get as big a kick out of it as I have.  And you'd better not
tell anybody I said that."

   "Yes, Ma'am."

   "I've got a couple of other things I want to ask you about," she said.
"There's a modeling and advertising agency the school has worked with for
quite a few years.  They've got a client that wants about a half dozen
young kids to work for them as models.  There'll be a year-long contract
and lots of work.  Do you think you'd be interested?  It might turn into a
good way to earn something for college."

   "I don't know, Ma'am.  I don't know enough about it to give you an
answer."

   "I don't expect you to say yes or no right now.  I'll give you their
brochure describing what the models will be doing.  You can think about it
and talk to your parents.  If you're interested, I'll put you on the list.
When I've got about twenty names, I'll call a meeting with Mr.  DeMaria. 
He's in charge of the account."

   "I thought you said they want a half-dozen kids."

   "Yes, that's right.  They'll work with everybody on the list for a while
and then select the ones they want.  I can put you on the list but it will
be up to Mr.  DeMaria as to who's picked."

   "He's not gay, is he?" I asked.  I knew that was stupid as soon as I
said it.

   "I don't think so, Kerry.  If he is, he's got Mrs.  DeMaria fooled. 
She's a friend of mine and I don't think she's easy to fool.  Why do you
ask?"

   "I guess I thought lots of models were gay.  Some of those TV programs
make it look like they're all gay."

   "That's not the real world, Kerry.  My youngest son, Dan, is working as
a model.  He got his start when he was in high school here.  He's in
college now studying architecture and modeling for a big New York agency.
He's cutting quite a swath through the female ranks.  Every time he comes
home, he's got a new conquest."

   "I'm sorry, Ma'am.  I should have kept my mouth shut.  I told you I
don't know that much about modeling."

   "Kerry, Dan's earning enough modeling to make your head swim.  He makes
more than I do and he's working part time.  You should see the sports car
he drives."

   "Well, that part sounds interesting.  I'd love to have some good
wheels."

   "OK.  Come by the office and ask my secretary for the brochure.  Talk to
your parents and see what they think.  I'll talk to them too before you go
on the list.  I'm going to talk to Arial and Brad too and see if they'd be
interested.  Don't tell Arial, OK?"

   "Yes, Ma'am.  Why do you think we'd make good models?"

   "You're all tall and thin and quite photogenic.  Arial's one of the most
beautiful young girls I've ever seen.  You're not too bad yourself for a
boy.  Your smile and your eyes are your best features.  Brad's got a great
body and face for modeling."

   "He doesn't think he's good looking.  He says he's skinny and his face
is kind of mixed up.  He's told me he doesn't know why Arial wants him for
a boyfriend when she could have anybody she wants."

   "Kerry, he's a very good-looking young man.  He's thin but he's got an
athletic-looking body.  His face isn't beautiful like yours but it's warm
and intelligent looking.  He's a lot like my son, Dan."

   "You said the school's worked with the agency for years.  Why does the
school do it?"

   "The DeMarias have sort of adopted us.  The school will be used as a
background in most of the photos.  We give them logistical help.  In
return, Mrs.  DeMaria teaches a one-semester course for us every year. 
They also give us a lot of freebies in things like advertising and printing
and hire a lot of our students to do the dirty work."

   "What's dirty work?  I don't want to do anything like that."

   "Not that kind of dirty, Kerry.  I don't know what the agency calls it.
It's just part-time work for our kids.  It's doing things like carrying
equipment, setting up, helping with anything that's needed, cleaning up
when they're through.  They make quite a mess."

   "What would I be doing?"

   "Modeling clothes.  The account is with a big department store chain. 
In any one photo shoot, you might have to change clothes a couple of dozen
times."

   "What kind of clothes?  Good stuff?  Mom doesn't like it when I ask for
some of the designer-label stuff."

   "Well, that's exactly what it is, Kerry.  It won't be ads for generic
jeans and underwear.  It'll be for the high-price labels so many kids think
they've got to have to fit in."

   "I'd have to model underwear?"

   "Yes, Kerry, but that's only a small part of what you'd be modeling. 
You don't mind being seen in your underwear, do you?  The guys and girls
have different changing rooms but you'll be in your underwear a lot around
other guys."

   "No, Ma'am.  I don't think that would be a problem.  I might have a
problem if I had to change with the girls."

   "Like the one you had in Mrs.  Redford's class?" she asked, with a big
grin.

   "Da...I mean... Did she tell you about that?"

   "Yes, Kerry.  She told me.  It's nothing bad.  She loves to have you in
her class.  She's very fond of you.  She says you're probably the best
student she's ever had."

   "I don't know.  I don't mean to do anything bad, Mrs.  Frazier.  Some of
the girls love to tease me, see if they can make me get, you know, aroused.
I wish they'd just leave me alone.  I can't help it."

   "I know, Kerry.  Remember, I've got two sons.  They used to tell me
about all their problems.  Dan got teased just like they're teasing you. 
It just means they like you.  They're attracted to you, you know."

   "You think so?"

   "Yes, Kerry, I know so.  I know a great deal about what goes on in my
school.  Most of the girls are your admirers.  I imagine you'll start
cutting a swath through your fans sooner or later."

   "Damn, I hope so."

   "Watch your language, Kerry.  I've got something else I want to talk to
you about.  Do you have any interest in drama, things like acting, singing,
dancing?"

   "Yeah, some, I guess.  I'm meeting with the group that's going to do the
school musical.  I may be in it if I they decide I can do OK with singing
and dancing.  It's fun so far."

   "The musical's going to be based on a movie," she said.  "Do you know
which one?"

   I didn't want to tell her that nobody would let me in on that until they
decided I was good enough to be in the cast for the production.  I hoped
she would tell me if I acted dumb.

   "No, Ma'am, just something about the Fifties."

   "The students put on some sort of production every year, Kerry, usually
in March or April.  For next year, they're tackling their most ambitious
project yet.  They're writing a musical version of the Porky's movie.  Do
you know that one?"

   "Yes, Ma'am.  That's a classic teen-age raunch movie.  I guess all kids
know it.  Like Fast Times at Ridgemont High and Ferris Bueller's Day Off
and Risky Business."

   "Well, they're talking about writing their own version, clean enough so
the school can approve it.  It'll use a lot of the old Fifties songs and
the kids will lip-sync some of those and sing some.  They'll write some
original ones and they'll sing all of those.  They'll be dancing like they
did in the Fifties, whatever that was.  They're talking about involving as
many students as possible, maybe even using the choral group and the
different instrumental groups and the school band.  It's going to be a huge
production if we can pull it off."

   "I was wondering why they were starting with it now.  I guess it takes a
lot of work, doesn't it?"

   "Kerry, it takes a year to mount their usual production.  In this case,
we'll have to get copyright permission for the movie and the songs.  The
songs are no problem; the movie is but I think we'll be OK there too."

   "I don't know what I can do in something like that.  I can dance some
and I'm having fun trying to learn.  I'm even trying to sing."

   "Kerry, I've seen you in the cafeteria with Nicole Whittaker.  She's one
of the main ones working on getting it organized.  They all want you in it.
She says she'll teach you how to dance."

   I didn't know anybody had talked to Mrs.  Frazier about me being in the
musical.  She made it sound like they wanted me for something specific.

   "Who's they?  You mean, they asked you about me being in it?"

   "Yes, Kerry.  They asked for my help.  They want you to play Peewee."

   Oh, shit, that was one of the central characters.  My heart started
beating faster.

   "Damn, I can't do that, Mrs.  Frazier."

   "Kerry, I told you to watch your language.  I hear worse everyday but
I'm supposed to tell you not to do it."

   "I'm sorry.  It just slipped out."

   "Kerry, do you know why he was called Peewee in the movie?"

   "Yes, Ma'am.  He got that nickname because of the size of his...you
know."

   "Yes, Kerry.  I know.  And everybody will know you're not really a
peewee, especially after your duel.  Maybe you don't exactly fit the part
but, if you can keep your pants up, you can do it.  The students will love
it if you play the role.  Think about it."

   I was too confused to know what to do.  It sounded like somebody had
been pulling strings to get me in the musical to do Peewee.  I had been
thinking they just wanted me to do some little role.

   "I don't know, Mrs.  Frazier.  I've got too much to think about.  I
don't know whether I could do it or not."

   "Kerry, there will be a bunch of the faculty in it.  They've asked me to
be in it too.  I may take one of the lead female roles."

   "Who?  What do you mean?  They want you to play...Mrs.  Whatshername?"

   "Mrs.  Ballbreaker."

   "No, Ma'am, Mrs.  Ballbricker."

   "Kerry, you didn't have to say Mrs.  Whatshername."

   "Well, you just told me to watch my language."

   "They're writing something they call Ballbricker's soliloquy for the
scene where she meets with the other coaches and the principal in his
office.  They want me to recite it, maybe even sing it."

   "Yeah, that's a great scene."

   "Do you know any of the old Fifties songs?  I don't know what you kids
are listening to today."

   "No, Ma'am.  Dad likes classical stuff.  Arial likes stuff she calls
Salsa so she can dance to it.  She makes me dance with her sometimes."

   "Yackity yack, don't talk back."

   I didn't know what I'd said this time.  I hadn't cussed and I was trying
to be polite to her.

   "Yes, Ma'am, I'm sorry."

   "No, Kerry.  That's a song from the Fifties by the Coasters.  There's a
line which goes `yackity yack, don't talk back.' Have you ever heard it?"

   "I don't guess so."

   "Why is everybody always picking on me?"

   Shit, I couldn't keep up with her.  That was one of the songs I'd heard
at Nicole's house.  Yeah, it seemed like everybody was picking on me.  What
was anybody doing to her?  I didn't know what to say.

   "That's a line from another Coasters' song, Charlie Brown," she said. 
"It's one they want you to lip-sync."

   Was she calling me Charlie Brown?  I'm not like the kid in Peanuts, am
I? I was even more confused.

   "Sheez, maybe I can do that.  Whatever."

   "Have you got internet access at home?"

   She stood up so I did too.  I hoped we were about through talking.

   "Yes, Ma'am.  I've got my own computer."

   "Look those songs up tonight.  See if you can download them.  Just
imagine how the audience will respond when you lip-sync the line about
picking on me.  The audience will love it."

   "Oh, boy, I should have never let Mr.  O'Reilly talk me into coming in
here today."

   "Why, Kerry?"

   "I get bushwhacked by the disciplinary committee and I'm supposed to go
out modeling clothes and singing and dancing.  I've got too much to think
about."

   She put her arm around me and pulled my head down to her and gave me a
quick kiss on the cheek.

   "Kerry, if you'll do Peewee, I'll do Mrs.  Ballbricker.  It'll be fun.
I'd love to do it.  How about it?"

   I didn't know what to say.  I just took a deep breath and then nodded. I
couldn't even remember what class I was supposed to go to and I knew I was
probably late.

   During my afternoon classes, I tried to pay attention, especially when
my teachers talked about what would be on the final exams, but all I could
think about was what had happened during the day.  I tried to sort it all
out and think about what I wanted to do, not what somebody else wanted me
to do.  When I thought about what they wanted and the way they'd kept it
from me, I started to get pissed, royally pissed, and I was ready to tell
them to go fuck themselves, or maybe just tell them to shove it.  One
minute I'd be ready to quit the production before I ever really got in it.
The next I'd think about how much fun it was trying to do a dance routine
with Nicole and the way I felt when the guys and gals said I was doing
great.  Maybe I could do the dancing but the singing, boy, that's something
else.  Maybe the best thing would be just to be quiet about what I'd
learned and see what happened.  But, damn, I was pissed at Nicole and the
others, yanking my chain like that, pretending they were just trying to see
if I could dance well enough to be in the production, not one fucking hint
they wanted me to play Peewee.  Damn, she could at least have been honest
with me.

   When school let out, Arial was waiting for me at our bus stop and we got
on the bus and sat together.  She wanted to talk as usual but I didn't for
a change.  I kept thinking about the meeting with the disciplinary
committee, a little about the modeling possibility, and a lot about the
school musical.  I guess Arial wondered where I was because she put her
hand on my leg and pinched me.

   I looked over at her.  She was looking straight ahead and acting like it
wasn't her who pinched me.  I glanced down and caught a flash of light blue
in her shirt.  She had on a little shirt that buttoned down the front and
it was unbuttoned some at the top.  I saw the smooth curve of her breast
and the light blue of her brassiere.  It made me think of what happened the
night Kavan and I had gone for a walk with Dad.

   <><><>

   When we came back from walking with Dad, Kavan disappeared to tell
Kathryn what she should do about going to New York.  Dad started talking to
Mom in a low voice like he didn't want me to hear.  I didn't see Arial so I
assumed she was in her room reading.  I went in my room and started to do
something on my computer but I couldn't think of anything I wanted to do. I
decided to do my brush and flush and then read a while.  Nights were still
a little cool so I put on some boxer shorts and a t-shirt and some white
socks to keep my feet warm.  I got a book and sat down in my computer chair
but I didn't want to read either.  I just sat there and thought about
things.

   After a while, I heard Arial showering and doing her brush and flush. 
The bathroom door opened and then she tapped a couple of times on my door.
When she came in, she was ready for bed too.  She had on white socks, white
panties, and a white t-shirt.  She never wore anything underneath that at
night and I could see her nipples poking the shirt.  I sat up straight in
my chair and held out my hand to her.

   "What do you want, little boy?" she whispered.

   "A hug, that's all, just a hug," I whispered back.

   She let me pull her up between my legs and I wrapped my arms around her
with my hands on her back and pulled her closer.  I turned my face sideways
and nestled my head between her breasts.  She put her hands behind my head
and held me.  I shut my eyes and breathed in the clean girl smell of her. I
decided that this was what I wanted.  I could feel her chest rising and
falling and my breathing settled into sync with hers.

   "Mom and Dad were doing this in the kitchen tonight after dinner," I
said.

   "What?"

   "Just this.  Mom was holding Dad's head to her breasts and they both had
their eyes closed.  Kavan was standing there watching them.  I walked in
with my mouth running and they broke it off.  I wish I hadn't disturbed
them."

   "It is nice, isn't it?"

   It was nice.  I didn't want to let her go.  I didn't want to do anything
with her except be close.  I just wanted to be held against her breasts.

   "Is something bothering you, Kerry?"

   I took a deep breath and let it out.  "I don't know.  I've just been
thinking about things and trying to decide what to do.  Sometimes I don't
know what the right thing to do is."

   "Are you talking about sex?  Maybe with Nicole."

   "It's not just about sex, Arial.  It's about love and wanting to be
loved and not wanting to hurt her and wanting to make her happy.  It's just
all mixed up.  I just want to do what's right."

   "Kerry, maybe you are doing what's right," she said.  "You're thinking
about somebody else.  You're not trying to push her into doing something
with you.  If you were like most guys your age you'd probably just want to
get your dick in her pussy and never think about the rest of her.  Did you
do something else with her?  I mean, besides kissing her."

   "I guess so.  A little.  When we had the pool party, I came in the house
with her to use the bathroom."

   "I saw you leave together.  You were holding her hand going up the
stairs.  Did you use it together?"

   "No, I didn't mean that.  I let her go first and then I used it.  When I
came out, she was standing here in my room looking around.  I'm glad it was
kind of dark so she didn't see the mess.  I kissed her and put my hand on
her breast.  I was kind of afraid she'd slap me but she didn't."

   "What did she do?" she asked.

   "She just smiled at me and moved my hand off.  Then she pulled her top
up, took both my hands, and put them on her breasts.  Maybe you think
you've got little breasts but hers aren't as big as yours."

   "Is that all you did?"

   "Yeah, she let me hold her breasts for just a few seconds and then she
put her top back in place and we came back to the pool."

   "Did you get a hard-on?"

   "Yeah, we were standing up against each other and I know she could feel
it.  It was as hard as it could get in that damn Speedo.  I thought I would
rip out."

   "Is that why you dived in the pool as soon as you came back to the
party, to get cooled off?"

   "Yeah."

   "Kerry, she wants the same thing you do.  Just let her take the lead. 
It's like a dance.  You can let her lead sometimes, can't you?'

   <><><>

   Arial pinched me again and I realized the bus was almost full and Nicole
was getting on.  She usually tried to sit up front because she got off
first.  I'd asked her about it and she had said she didn't like to have to
run the gauntlet.  When she saw me she smiled and winked at me and then sat
with a girl who had saved her a seat.

   I sat there looking at the back of her head, thinking about how much I
liked dancing with her, touching her, smelling her, even when she got
sweaty, and then how it felt when she kissed me.  Just thinking about what
she did with her tongue made my dick take notice.  I'd felt like a damn
fool when I put three of the rubbers Dad gave me in my backpack.  No way
was I really going to get to use them with her.  When the bus turned onto
her street, I made up my mind what I wanted to do.

   When Nicole started toward the door, I told Arial I'd be home later and
followed Nicole out the door of the bus.  A bunch of kids got off and she
didn't even notice me.  She'd already started walking toward her house by
the time I saw her.  I ran after her and called her name.  She turned
toward me and waited.

   "Kerry, what are you doing here?  We're not practicing anymore until
after finals are over."

   "I know," I said.  "I want to talk to you."

   "Well, nobody's at home at my house.  I'm not supposed to invite any
guys in when I'm there by myself."

   "I need to talk to you," I said.  "It won't take long.  We can do it on
the front porch."

   "Oh, I guess it'll be OK.  Mom knows you.  You aren't going to try
anything; are you?"

   "I told you, I just want to talk to you.  You haven't been honest with
me about me being in Porky's."

   She stopped, looked at me for a minute, then took my hand and started
walking again.  She didn't say anything so I didn't say anything else.  I
didn't want to let her know I was mad at her.  Maybe I wasn't really mad
but I didn't like the way the group had kept everything from me.

   When we went in the house, she said she wanted to change clothes and use
the bathroom.  She said I could use the bathroom the guys used when we were
practicing and I could wait for her in the kitchen.  I didn't really need
to go bad but I decided I'd do it anyway.  I dropped my backpack on the
floor in the entry hall and went to shake the dew off my lily.

   Afterwards, I sat down at the bar in the kitchen and waited for her. 
She came back in a few minutes, barefooted, in a knit shirt and shorts.  I
could tell she didn't have a bra on but I'd already seen her like that when
we were practicing.  She had small breasts, even smaller than Arial's, and
her nipples were just little bumps under the shirt.  I could tell she'd
washed her face and all her make up was gone.  She was just as beautiful
without it, maybe even more beautiful.

   She got a soft drink, a couple of glasses with ice, and we sat and drank
and looked at each other.

   "Why do you think I haven't been honest with you, Kerry?" she asked. 
Who told you we were going to do a musical version of Porky's?"

   "I'm not going to tell you who told me," I said.  "All of you want me to
play Peewee, don't you?  Why didn't you tell me that?"

   "Kerry, we haven't been dishonest with you.  We do want you to play
Peewee.  One of the girls said you'd be perfect for the role even if you
weren't short like the movie Peewee.  We just didn't know whether you could
sing or dance.  We wanted to see if you could before we told you."

   I just looked at her, trying to think like the others would think when
somebody said I'd be perfect for the role.  Maybe it would make sense to
check me out carefully if I was being considered to play Peewee.

   "Kerry, the role of Peewee is the most important one in our musical,"
she said.  "If we don't have somebody good for that, the whole thing might
flop.  Can't you see that?"

   "Yeah, I guess so.  But why weren't you all straight with me?  Maybe I
can't sing and dance good enough.  Shit, I'm not going to cry if I don't
get to play Peewee."

   "Kerry, the group decides how they want to handle things.  It's not just
me.  They didn't want to hurt you by saying they wanted you for Peewee and
then telling you sorry you're not good enough.  The group has to make the
decision, not me."

   "Well, have they decided yet?  Am I good enough?  When's somebody going
to tell me?"

   "No, we haven't decided yet.  So far, you're perfect.  I've never danced
with anybody like you.  Lots of guys are like, well, like they've got their
feet in buckets of concrete.  You're like...I don't know...like somebody
who was born dancing.  When I dance with you, it's like I know exactly how
you're going to move and I'm connected to you.  I love that feeling,
dancing with you."

   "Yeah, me too.  I guess I feel the same way, like I'm connected to you.
It's funny.  I just look in your eyes and I can see whether I'm doing
something right.  You sort of smile with your eyes."

   "When you did that dance routine with me after Bob and I showed you how
just once, the group couldn't believe what you did.  Bob said you changed
some of it and made it better than he'd done it.  Then when you danced my
part with Bob, they were blown away.  They thought it was incredible. 
You've got a great natural ability for dance, Kerry."

   "So you think they might want me?  What if I can't sing?"

   "That's not as important.  You don't need to be a great singer too. 
Peewee is supposed to be just a high school kid, not an opera star.  But
there is one way you're don't exactly fit the role."

   "What's that?"

   "You know why he's called Peewee in the movie, don't you?"

   "Yeah, `cause he's got a little dick.  What's that got to do with it? 
Nobody's going to see mine."

   "I heard about your duel with Aaron Davis last Tuesday," Nicole said. 
"The whole school's heard about it."

   "Yeah, that's the way Kenjiro and I planned it.  That's why we got
witnesses we knew couldn't keep it to themselves."

   "You are so bad, Kerry.  Poor Aaron is getting teased to death."

   "Well, maybe he shouldn't have called me a little pussy," I said.

   "What if you'd lost the duel?" she asked.

   "I was pretty sure I wouldn't.  The whole thing was rigged."

   She sat and looked at me for a minute.  I guess she was trying to figure
out how I could rig something like that.

   "You've got to tell me how.  I'm dying to know what you did."

   I told her everything: how we found out how big Aaron's dick was, how we
made him anxious, how I primed my dick ahead of time, how Grizzly was in on
all of it, and how we got the blabbermouth witnesses.  She was grinning as
wide as Mrs.  Redford by the time I got through.

   She reached out her left hand across the table toward me and I laced my
fingers through hers.  Hers were long and slim, about like mine, except I
didn't have red polish on mine.  We both sat looking at our hands and then
we made a church together, a lop-sided one because my fingers were longer,
and let our thumbs play with each other.

   "Kerry, please don't be mad at me," she said.  "I like you.  Maybe I
like you too much.  I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

   "I'm not mad, Nicole.  I'm not mad at anybody, I guess.  I like the idea
of being in the musical, dancing, especially with you.  I just don't know
whether I want to be Peewee.  What if I'm not good enough?"

   "Then we'll tell you, Kerry.  So far, everybody wants you.  I do.  I
think you've got the part if you want it.  Just wait and let the group
decide."

   I held out my left hand toward her, palm open, and she put her right
hand in it.  I closed my fingers around her hand.  It felt light and small
and soft inside my hand.  I looked up into her eyes and felt connected to
her again.

   "If I play Peewee, do I get to dance with you?" I whispered.

   She smiled at me, with her eyes as well as her mouth.

   "Yes.  Before the musical is over, I'm your girlfriend.  We even get
each other's cherry.  That's not exactly the way it was in the movie but
we're going to change it."

   "Well, I guess that rules me out then," I said, grinning at her. 
"Somebody's already got mine."

   Her face changed and she looked at me like she couldn't believe it.

   "You're kidding me!"

   I shook my head.

   "You've already done it with a girl?"

   "Yeah, but don't ask me anything else.  I won't talk about it."

   She smiled and then slipped into a giggle.

   "I guess I can't play your girl then, `cause somebody's already got mine
too."

   "You're kidding me!"

   She laughed, pulled her hand out of mine, and pushed mine down on the
table.  She put her hand on top of mine and sat looking at it.

   "It's funny," she said, almost whispering.  "You're just a little taller
than me and maybe weigh a little more but your hand's so much bigger than
mine."

   "I'm going to be a big guy some day."

   "But you're not even a teenager yet."

   "I'll be thirteen in three months, Nicole.  I'm not exactly a little
kid."

   She grinned.  "Yeah, well, the whole school knows that."

   I held my hands up, fingers spread wide, and she put hers, palm to palm,
against mine.  Her fingers weren't as long as mine.  She laced her fingers
through mine again and we sat opposite each other, both our hands palm to
palm, fingers laced together.

   "I won't fall in love with you, Nicole," I whispered.  "But don't ask me
not to like you."

   "I won't, Kerry.  I like you too."

   "I like touching you, even if it's just hands."

   "Me too."

   "What happens when Peewee and the girl get each other's cherries?" I
asked.  "How does it happen in the musical?"

   Her eyes almost closed; her face looked sort of dreamy.

   "They're at a dance.  The stage is full of couples dancing, just slow
dancing.  Everybody's close together, some still moving, some standing
still, just swaying.  Peewee and his girl are in the center of the stage
and at first all the lights are on.  The lights dim and then a spotlight
finds Peewee and his girl.  The other lights gradually go out and all the
other couples slowly leave the stage.  Peewee and his girl slow down and
then stop, just holding each other.  At the very end, they kiss and the
spotlight goes out."

   "Well, when do they do it?"

   "That's it, Kerry.  You're supposed to know they're going to do it when
all the lights go out.  That's what we've got to make the audience
believe."

   "Damn, that's not very sexy.  Is that the way it was in the Fifties?"

   "I don't know, Kerry.  Mrs.  Frazier made us promise we'd keep it clean
enough so we wouldn't cause any problems.  She said she was risking a lot
letting us do Porky's.  She said we had to keep in mind what all the
parents and the school board and people like preachers would think.  She
says it'll be more romantic if we're not too explicit."

   "Just so we don't let them know what we're really like, huh, so they can
go on believing we don't ever think about sex, don't know anything about
sex, ...and don't need to know anything about sex."

   "I guess so."

   "Are you going to let me rehearse that scene with you?"

   "We're trying to pick out a song now.  It's got to be a romantic Fifties
song.  I've listened to a bunch of songs and picked out a few that I think
would be good.  One of the guys is doing the same thing.  The whole group
will listen to the ones we choose and then pick out one."

   "Nicole, I want to do it."

   "Now?"

   "No, I don't mean now.  I mean I want to play Peewee.  What did you
think I meant?"

   "What do girls usually think when a guy says he wants to do it?"

   "Oh, shit, that wasn't what I meant."

   "Would you like to try the slow dancing scene with me?"

   "Yeah!  Can we try it when we rehearse next week?"

   "I mean now."

   "Huh?  How can we?"

   "Well, the others aren't here but we can imagine them.  I've got the CDs
down in the basement where we practice.  That's where Mom makes me listen.
She says she likes the music but doowop gets old after a while."

   "What's doowop?"

   "That's what they called some of the music from the Fifties.

   "What's your favorite song?"

   She stood up so I did too.

   "It's called A Kiss from Your Lips by a group called the Flamingos. 
Want to hear it?"

   "Yeah!  Let's go."

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