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 THE MEASURE OF MAN

   An Epic by Gil Gamesh

   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.

   Chapter Seventy-One

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart,
48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4

   Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23

   Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21

   Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17

   Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee
Andersen, 5

   Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor
Bridges, 5

   TELLING THE STORY

   Brad Weaver, Arial Weaver

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   (BRAD)

   Friday night, we all had dinner together as usual.  Over the years, we
had all agreed that Friday night dinners together as a family would be the
one weekly event that was sacrosanct.  Other nights, we might eat on the
run or miss eating with family altogether.  We frequently went our own ways
on weekends but Friday night was the one time of the week when all eight of
us sat down at the table together as a family.  During dinner, we talked
about what was happening in our lives and never about any problems we might
be having.

   I made sure I was home from work about five o'clock and Kavan was just
as punctual.  He and I sometimes came in sweaty from our jobs, him from
physical exertion at his job at Manchester's and me from the tension and
stress of my job at the hospital.  I sometimes envied him because my job
usually gave my brain a workout but gave my body little opportunity for
physical exertion.  We showered together, swapped back scrubs, and then
changed into shorts and shirt and sandals.  It felt good to get out of a
suit.

   Arial and Kathryn were already next door as usual.  Kavan and I had
asked them to stay downstairs as much as possible while we were gone.  We'd
even bought an extra couch so they would both have a place to rest.  I
usually found them downstairs when I came home, except on Friday, when they
were usually next door helping with Friday night's dinner.

   Kerry and Kieran were already home when we went next door.  Kerry's
modeling job never kept him late on Fridays.  Kieran sometimes worked late
on other days but never on Friday.

   Siobhan and Arial and Kathryn had prepared something special again. 
This time dinner included baked stuffed pork chops, a Waldorf salad, and
fresh yeast rolls.  I teased Alannah about helping as usual.

   Arial gave us an update on Brandon and how he liked to push against her
stomach and kick down on her bladder at the same time.  Kathryn told us
what Kiley and Kathleen had been doing.  The latest was that one had got
the hiccups and the other didn't like it and seemed to be trying to escape.
Kavan teased her that it was probably Kathleen trying to make her brother
get out early.  With the twins, she was bigger than Arial even though her
due date was a couple of weeks after Arial's.  She and Kavan had been
talking to her doctor about inducing labor early.  She said she might go to
the hospital at the same time as Arial.

   Kerry was taciturn and subdued and that wasn't normal for him.  He kept
looking at Siobhan but he didn't have much to say.  Kathryn and Arial and
Alannah, especially Alannah, couldn't provoke much of a response from him.
He disappeared downstairs to his bachelor pad as soon as he'd helped the
rest of us clean the kitchen.  I asked Kieran what was wrong with him and
he shrugged his shoulders and said Kerry had a lot on his mind and was just
thinking about it.

   After dinner, Kavan and I asked Kieran if he'd go for a walk with us. 
We often went up the hill to the crest and sat at the picnic table in the
boulders when we wanted to talk to him.

   "Dad, what's with Kerry?" Kavan asked, as soon as we'd left the house.

   "He's trying to decide what he wants to do about Tara and about
transferring to CalTech," Kieran said.  "He really wants to go but he wants
Tara too and he doesn't see how he can have both."

   "I think there's something else on his mind," Kavan said.  "He kept
looking at Mom tonight and smiling but he didn't say anything."

   We walked on for a minute or so before Kieran said anything else.

   "I suppose I might as well tell you," he said.  "Last night, Kerry and I
both made love to Siobhan."

   "Both of you?" I asked, and stopped in my tracks.

   "Together?" Kavan asked, and he stopped too.

   "And you were there when Kerry did it?" I asked.

   ""And it was OK with you?" Kavan asked.

   "Yes, to all your questions," Kieran answered.  "And that's not all. 
Tomorrow night, Siobhan and I are spending the night with Luke and Rachael
again.  This time, Kerry is going with us.  He's going to be doing the same
things with Rachael and Siobhan that Luke and I do.  I think there's more
to it than sex, though.  I think it's his way of saying goodbye to us."

   Kavan and I were both silent for a minute or so.  I wasn't shocked. 
Over the years, Kieran and Siobhan had played around with us on occasion
and Kavan and Kerry and I had done everything with her except actual
intercourse.  I knew Kerry was closer to Siobhan than anybody except
Kieran. I suppose I didn't expect him to get that close.

   I knew Kieran and Siobhan had raised Kavan and Kerry to understand that
they could play with Arial and do most everything with her except get their
dicks in her pussy.  They both knew why their parents didn't want that to
happen while Arial was too immature to know what she was doing.  They
understood the possibility that Arial could be impregnated by them and they
didn't want that.

   I didn't know whether they knew that she'd made love with Kerry a few
times in the last couple of years since becoming an adult.  The first time
was when he was still fifteen.  In December, after Arial and I were married
in June, he and Arial and I had made a trip to Atlanta and Kerry finally
made his dream a reality.  The second time, the following summer, Kerry and
I both made love to her at the same time and all three of us made a fantasy
into a reality.

   However, Kerry having sex with Siobhan was something I had not expected
to happen.  I suppose I knew Kerry wanted to but I didn't think Siobhan
would have let him.  And Kieran was OK with it.  Damn, this Stuart family
was still taking some getting used to.

   "I know Luke and Rachael have a king-size bed," Kavan said, "but it's
going to be a little crowded, isn't it?

   "We'll manage," Kieran answered.  "Listen, don't you two tease Kerry
about it, you hear?  I shouldn't have told you.  Siobhan and I are OK with
it so you should be."

   "You say it's his way of saying goodbye," I said.  "Do you think he's
really going to go to CalTech?"

   "Yeah, I think he'll go," Kieran said.  "He's just having a hard time
with leaving all of us.  And don't tease me, either.  I'm having a hard
time with it too.  I love him but I've got to let him fly."

   I led the way off the road and through the cluster of boulders to the
picnic table.  In good weather, it was a great place to talk without
anybody bothering us.

   "OK, what do you guys want to talk about?" Kieran asked, when we all sat
down.

   "Love and sex, Dad," I answered, "What else?"

   "I don't know anything about either," he said, smiling.

   "Dad, if you don't, I guess nobody does," Kavan said.  "We're serious.
We both need your help."

   "OK, what about?"

   "Kavan and I have been having problems with Kathryn and Arial," I said.
"We've got the same problem and we're not sure how to handle it."

   "Yeah, Dad," Kavan said.  "Sometimes they're both moody and depressed
and they cry and we don't even know what we've done.  We do our best but we
just can't figure out what's wrong.  They usually won't tell us."

   "Nothing's wrong," Kieran said.  "It's a normal part of being pregnant.
They're both feeling the effects of a lot of strange hormones and body
chemicals.  They're both tired of being pregnant and not feeling normal. 
They probably worry that you won't love them and that they're not sexually
desirable to you.  They may even think that you'll find other women and
will want to fuck around with somebody else.

   "Well, what can we do about it?" I asked.

   "You can do a lot to help them cope with it.  You need to be especially
loving and caring with them over the next few months.  You need to reassure
them that you're going to be with them for the birth and that you'll help
as much as you can when the babies are little.  You know they want you to
love them forever, don't you?"

   "Dad, Arial is still desirable to me," I said.  "She's still the most
beautiful woman I've ever seen and I love her more than anything.  I don't
want anybody else.  I just want her.  I still want to have sex with her. 
It's just that I don't know what I ought to do about it.  When do I stop
having sex with her?"

   "Son, you should stop when Arial goes to the hospital for delivery,"
Kieran said with a straight face.  "Up `til then, it's OK."

   "Be serious, Dad," Kavan said.  "With the twins, Kathryn is miserable a
lot of the time and I know it's going to get worse.  Do you really think
sex will help?"

   "As long as they want it, yeah," Kieran said.  "I made love with Siobhan
until a couple of weeks before Alannah was born.  It was good for both of
us."

   "What did you do?" I asked.  "You've been through it four times.  Help
us out."

   "For starters, why don't the four of you get together in the same bed
tomorrow night?" Kieran said.  "I assume you've done that on occasion since
you've all been living next door.  Make it a special occasion.  Bathe them.
Shampoo their hair.  Paint their toenails.  And have some slow gentle
loving sex with them.  Make it fun.  Make it a game.  Play with them. 
Start with oral sex and give them a good orgasm.  Then it's important for
you to get your dicks in them and have an orgasm too.  That's especially
important."

   "What do you mean?" Kavan asked.  "That's the part I have trouble with.
I feel like I'm asking her to do something just to satisfy me.  I don't
want to do it unless she really wants me to."

   "As long as you can, it's important for you to get your dick in her
pussy," Kieran said.  "They want you to.  They want to know that they're
still desirable to you and that's the one thing you can't fake.  They want
you to come to them for sexual satisfaction.  They don't want you going to
somebody else."

   "Shit, I'd never do that." Kavan protested.  "I want Kathryn just as
much as ever.  I just don't want to hurt her or the babies."

   "What would you do if you were in our place?" I asked.  "What did you do
when Siobhan was pregnant with Alannah?"

   "Yeah," Kavan said, "what did you do when Mom was pregnant with me?"

   Kieran was silent for a moment, just looking around at the lights of the
city blinking on.  The picnic table where we were was always a favorite
spot for us and all our neighbors, especially at the quiet time just before
dark.

   "I'll tell you what I did when she was pregnant with Alannah," he
finally answered.  "I can remember that.  I'll tell you every little
detail. I'll tell you how I gave Siobhan an orgasm with my mouth, the
position I used, everything.  I'll tell you how I got behind her to fuck
her...no, that's not the right way to put it...when I made love to her. 
That's what I did, you know, made love to her.  I wasn't worried about
myself.  I was concerned with her, making sure she knew I loved her and
wanted her.  Maybe I can give you some ideas you can use.  You can do the
same thing or something different.  The important thing is - just love
them."

   "I do, Dad," Kavan said.  "I love Kathryn so much it hurts."

   "I believe you, Son," Kieran said.  "You and Brad are both learning what
it means to surrender yourself to love.  There's a synergistic effect to
love, you know.  The more you love your wife, the more she will love you.
The more she loves you, the more you'll want to love her.  It grows and
grows.  That's what you should try to do.  I long ago surrendered myself to
loving Siobhan.  It's made my life perfect.  I can't want for anything
more. Surrender to love.  Don't hold back any part of yourself.  You'll
never regret it."

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   Just love her.  Surrender to love.  That's what I wanted to do.  More
than anything, that's what I wanted to do.  I decided not to wait until the
next night.  I wanted to love her tonight.

   We had the windows open and a warm breeze was blowing across our bed.  I
had come to bed naked again.  It felt good to feel the clean sheets under
me and the warm air moving over me.  I was watching Arial, sitting on the
side of the bed, brushing her hair, that long hair that looked like silk or
spun gold.  She had just showered and there wasn't a trace of makeup on her
face.  She had on a plain white cotton nightgown that came down to her
knees.  It didn't matter.  She was still my beautiful Princess and I loved
her with everything that's me.

   I got on my knees behind her and took the brush out of her hand.  Every
night, she brushed her hair or asked me to brush it for her.  I loved to do
it for her.  I started slowly brushing her hair with one hand and holding
it with the other.  It was so soft and beautiful.

   "Kavan and I want to get together with you and Kathryn tomorrow night
for fun and games," I said, to the back of her head.  "Is it OK with you?"

   "Brad, I'm too fat and ugly to do that now," she answered.  "Let's wait
'til after the babies come before we do it with them again."

   "I wish you wouldn't talk like that," I said.  "You're not fat.  You're
carrying our baby.  And you're not ugly.  You're the most beautiful girl in
the world to me."

   "I had fun when we played with Kavan and Kathryn last summer," she said
wistfully.  "It was a little sad, wasn't it?  We'd all agreed to stop our
pills and start trying to get pregnant and so it was a little like a
farewell party."

   "Somebody else is getting together tomorrow night for fun and games," I
teased.  "Want to know who?"

   "Yes, who?"

   "And I know why Kerry was so quiet tonight," I said.

   "Why?"

   "Because Kieran and Kerry both made love to Siobhan last night.  And
that's not all.  Kieran and Siobhan are going to play with Luke and Rachael
again tomorrow night.  And Kerry's going with them."

   She turned and looked at me like she couldn't believe it.

   "How do you know?" she asked, incredulously.

   She turned back around and I started brushing her hair again.

   "Kieran told me and Kavan.  He said he was OK with it so we should be.
He said it was Kerry's way of saying goodbye."

   She turned and smiled at me, a little smile that grew into a big grin,
and then she started giggling.

   "She was the last one, you know," she said.  "Lauren, Kathryn, Rachael,
Joanne, me - Mom was the last one.  He's made love to all the women in our
family now."

   "I know.  While they're all playing together tomorrow night, will you
play with me and Kavan and Kathryn?  Please say yes."

   She turned around again and lifted her face upward.

   "Yes.  Now kiss me."

   I kissed her, awkwardly, leaning down and around while she turned her
face up and around.  I decided not to wait until tomorrow night.  I wanted
to love her tonight.  I moved back on the bed and lay down on my side
facing her.  She knew what I wanted.  It was the same thing I wanted every
night.

   She lay down on her side, facing me, and we wiggled until we were as
close to each other as her big belly would allow.  I put one leg between
hers, she put her leg over my thigh, I put one hand on her fanny, she put
one hand on my waist, we sighed, and held each other.  I shut my eyes and I
suppose she did too and we lay there without saying a word, occasionally
squirming, trying to get closer.  After a while I opened my eyes and looked
at her.  Her eyes were still closed.

   "Our second wedding anniversary is coming up," I whispered.  "Do you
ever wish you'd had a traditional wedding ceremony, you know, with
bridesmaids in long dresses, you in a beautiful white one, me in a tuxedo?"

   She almost-imperceptibly shook her head.

   "I couldn't believe it when you and Kathryn said you wanted to get
married outdoors, at the remains of the old church behind your house," I
whispered.  "You and Kathryn just wearing white sundresses, me and Kavan in
white shorts and a knit shirt.  You're always beautiful, Arial, but you
were especially beautiful that day, with the sun shining down on your hair
and your bare shoulders and arms.  You were like some unreal golden
creature, like a goddess or something."

   "I'm just a girl, Brad," she whispered, without opening her eyes.

   "I know," I said, "but you're just as beautiful now as you were then. 
The white nightgown you've got on made me think of the little white
sundress you wore when we got married.  I don't see you any different just
because you're pregnant with our baby."

   "You're sweet."

   "The first time I saw the remains of that old church, I never imagined
we'd get married in it.  That night, when we made love for the first time,
I guess I really believed we'd be married someday but I never thought it
would be in the old church.  It was November 18th.  I'll never forget it."

   "I wanted you so much that night," she whispered.  "I don't think your
dick was all the way in me when I started coming.  And then you started
coming in me and I just kept coming.  Do you remember?"

   "Uh huh, I never lost my hard-on and I did it again without ever taking
it out.  I was foolish enough to think it would always be like that."

   "And then we did it again during the night and again that afternoon just
before you had to go home.  That's not counting the time in the shower when
we almost did it."

   "Leaving you that afternoon was the hardest thing I've ever done in my
life," I whispered.

   "It's a good thing you did," she whispered.  "My pussy was so sore all
day Monday and Tuesday I could hardly sit still."

   "Do you remember what I asked you after we'd finally done it?"

   "What?"

   "I asked you if we were really joined together, for the rest of our
lives, my heart with yours."

   "Uh, huh, and I said I hope so, Brad; I really do."

   "Kavan and I talked to your Dad tonight, Arial," I said.  "He gave us
some good advice but the most important thing he told us was just to love
you.  He said we should surrender to love.  We'd never regret it.  I've
surrendered, Arial.  I've surrendered to loving you as long as I live."

   "I'm glad.  I have too, you know," she whispered.

   We were both quiet for a while.  I was afraid she was going to fall
asleep before I did what I wanted to do.

   "Do you remember the first time I want down on you, you know, the first
time I made love to you with my mouth?" I whispered.

   "Do you mean the first time you had your tongue in my pussy?" she asked,
opening her eyes and grinning at me.

   "Yeah."

   "No, I don't remember," she said, avoiding my eyes.  I knew she was
teasing me.

   "Arial, be serious," I said.  "It was the night you gave me some
underwear.  Kerry and I were in your bedroom and you gave me and him some
briefs and made us try them on."

   "Brad, I told you I don't remember," she persisted.  "Tell me about it."

   "Arial, I know you remember it.  It was the first night I ever slept in
a bed with you.  I had on some briefs and you didn't have anything on
except your panties.  We were getting ready for bed when we heard Kerry
peeing in the bathroom.  You took my hand and we walked in on him.  It was
the first time I ever peed while you watched me."

   "Well, you watched me."

   "See, I knew you remembered it.  Then you wanted Kerry to come in your
bedroom because you'd bought both of us some new briefs and you wanted us
to try them on."

   "And then what happened?  I don't remember.  Tell me."

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   When I pulled the little briefs up, I tucked my dick down in front of my
balls as usual.  Kerry pointed his upward at an angle.  Arial asked why we
did it differently and Kerry told her he wanted to impress the girls at
school.  I started to laugh but then I realized his dick was already big
enough at twelve to make an impression on them.

   "Well, I guess it doesn't matter which way you put it," she said.  "Both
of you look good enough to eat anyway."

   "Arial," I said, "you aren't supposed to talk like that."

   "And why not Brad?  Guys say it about girls all the time.  I've heard
more than one guy say it about me.  And that's one of the nicer things I've
heard."

   "Well, I don't talk like that about the girls at school."

   "Brad, look at me," she said.

   I looked at her face first and held her eyes.  She nodded downward and I
shifted my gaze to her breasts and then lower down at her white panties.

   "Say it," she said.

   I looked at her face again.  I knew what she meant.

   "You look good enough to eat, Arial," I said and she did.

   "Thank you, Brad," she said.  "That's a nice compliment.  I just hope
you mean it."

   When we were in bed together, just holding each other, I knew what I
wanted to do.  I didn't want to eat her.  That's a poor way to say it.  I
wanted to love her with my mouth and tongue and lips.  I wanted to see what
her little pussy looked like up close.  I wanted to taste her and smell
her, to lick her little lips until they parted and then to lick her some
more so I could find her clitoris and maybe make her come.  I wanted to get
my nose and tongue in her vagina so I could really smell her and taste her.
I wanted so much to make love to her, to get my dick in her pussy for the
first time, but I wanted to wait until I could do it without a condom.  I'd
never used one and I didn't want to, especially not the first time with
her.

   "Is it really OK for me to do what I want with you?" I asked.

   "Yes, Brad, whatever you want to do.  If you can wait ten more days,
until Thanksgiving, you can do it without a condom.  If you want to do it
tonight, it's probably safe, but maybe you ought to use one."

   "That's not what I meant," I said.  "I want to wait `til Thanksgiving
for that.  I guess I like the idea of not being in a hurry, of waiting `til
we can do it without using a rubber.  I was thinking of something else I
want to do first."

   "What?"

   "You do look good enough to eat."

   "Silly.  If you really want to do that, then do it."

   "OK."

   I pushed her away from me, on her back, leaned over, and found her mouth
with mine.  She opened to me, stuck her tongue in my mouth, and I tasted
toothpaste, mouthwash, and Arial, sweet Arial.  I put my hand on her breast
and teased her little nipple with my thumb and finger.  She put her hand
behind my head and held me while our tongues played with each other.

   When I thought she was ready, I moved my hand from her breast down
between her thighs.  I cupped my fingers over her mound and just held them
there, feeling the heat and dampness through her panties.  I moved my mouth
from hers down to her breasts and sucked both of her little nipples into
hardness.

   After a few minutes of loving her breasts, I moved over her, nudged her
legs apart, and knelt on my knees between them.  I trailed kisses down over
her stomach, that little shallow bowl, stopped for a moment at the oval
jewel of her navel, and licked it until she squirmed.  I lay down on my
stomach, my face between her thighs, caught her legs behind her knees,
splayed them wide, and kissed and licked her on the inside of one thigh and
then the other.  The skin there was unbelievably soft and smooth.  Slowly,
I kissed and licked my way closer and closer to her panties where they
covered her pussy.

   Finally, I couldn't resist any longer.  I kissed her there, on the thin
strip of her panties that covered her pussy.  I took a couple of deep
breaths, inhaling the scent of her arousal, and then licked the wet spot
over her vagina, tasting her for the first time.  But licking the fabric of
her panties wasn't the same as licking her so I rose up on my knees and
caught the fabric on both sides with my fingers.

   "Lift your butt up," I whispered.

   "It's not my butt, Silly," she whispered, grinning up at me.  "It's my
fanny.  Girls have fannies; guys have butts."

   She did as I said and I slid her panties down her legs, moved to one
side while she brought her legs together and pulled them off, moved back
between her legs, and laid down on my stomach again.  I lifted her legs and
splayed them wide again and, for the first time, I saw what I had been
wanting for so long to see.  It was unbelievably beautiful.

   "You're beautiful here too, Arial," I whispered in awe.  "I've never
seen a girl like this before.  It does look good enough to eat."

   I lay there looking at her, with my heart pounding so hard I could feel
it in my dick.  Her pussy was beautiful, mysterious and enticing, a little
slit in the mound, soft little curls all around it.  First there was a
little ridge or something between the soft mounds on each side, then little
lips, hardly protruding, close together and closed, and disappearing
further back where I knew her vagina was.  I wanted so much to do it right
but I wasn't sure what right was.  I knew where her clitoris was supposed
to be but it wasn't visible.  I knew I was supposed to lick it to make her
come but what if I couldn't find it?

   "I've never done this before," I said "Will you tell me if I'm doing it
right?"

   "I don't think there's a wrong way, Brad," she whispered.  "Just do what
you want to."

   I didn't know what I was doing but I wanted to do it.  I licked the
little lips until they started to separate.  I pulled back and looked and
saw the darker pink or coral or red inside but I didn't see her clitoris. I
knew it was supposed to be where the lips came together at the top but
there wasn't anything there.  I remembered that it was supposed to be
erectile tissue so maybe it had to get hard somehow.  I licked some more
and looked again.  Still nothing.

   "Where is it?" I asked.

   "It's there, Brad; just keep doing that," she answered.

   She reached down with both hands and used her fingers to pull her lips
apart and up slightly.  Suddenly there it was, her clitoris, the little
bump I'd felt with my finger but never seen.  It was about the size of the
tip of my little finger and had been covered by the little ridge.  It was a
blood red protrusion just where the lips came together.  I leaned over and
licked it gently again and again, lost in the smell and taste of her.

   I wanted to feel her too, the inside of her, her vagina, so I pulled
back slightly and gently inserted one finger into her and moved it around
and around.  She was hot and juicy inside.  I pulled my finger out of her,
looked at it glistening, and then sucked it clean.  She moaned and I leaned
over again and, as gently and slowly as I could, started licking her and
finger-fucking her.  I was lost in the red heat of wanting her.

   "Put your finger in deeper," she whispered.  "Curl it up and rub me
there."

   I decided to see if I could suck on her little nubbin so I pursed my
lips and gently sucked.  I couldn't suck it into my mouth, just between my
lips, but, from the way she squirmed, it seemed to work.  I alternated
between sucking and licking and kept my finger moving deep inside her.  I
must have done something right.  After a few minutes, she tried to pull me
inside her by my hair and I felt a series of strong contractions on my
finger.  I was pleased with myself; I had made her come for the first time
with my mouth and tongue.

   When she turned loose of my hair, I straightened up and looked at her.
At first her face was all scrunched up like she was hurting but it
gradually relaxed.  She finally opened her eyes, smiled at me, and held out
her arms.

   "Come kiss me," she whispered.

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   (ARIAL)

   "And then what happened?  I don't remember," I lied.  How could I forget
it?  "Tell me."

   "You jacked me off.  I don't think I've ever wanted to...needed to get
off worse.  I'd been hard all the time I was licking you and it was like my
balls were going to explode."

   "Jacked you off?  Is that all I did?  Didn't you like it when I stuck my
finger under your foreskin and went round and round?"

   "Liar.  You said you didn't remember.  You remember everything, don't
you?

   Brandon was quiet, the lights were dim, and I should have been ready to
go to sleep.  I wasn't.  I lay there remembering how good it had been. 
Maybe I did look good enough to eat but he hadn't eaten me.  He had licked
me and sucked me and finger-fucked me to such a good orgasm.  I remembered.
I remembered it well.

   I thought of Kerry with Mom and what he might have done and then what he
might do when he went with Mom and Dad to play with Luke and Rachael.  Mom
had told me a little of what they did together and I knew they sometimes
did some wild stuff with each other.  I wondered how Kerry would fit in
with them.  I wondered if he and Dad had both licked and sucked and
finger-fucked Mom.  Dad was OK with it?  I wondered what it was like to
watch his son fuck....no, make love to his wife.

   "What did Dad say when he told you what he and Kerry and done with Mom?"
I whispered.

   "He said, `Last night, Kerry and I both made love to Siobhan.' Those
were his exact words," he answered behind my head.

   "That's all he said?"

   "Well, Kavan and I asked him if they both did it, if he was there when
Kerry did it, and if he was OK with it.  He said the answer to all our
questions was yes and we should be OK with it too."

   "And you think Kerry really did it, you know, got his dick in Mom's
pussy, not just playing around like we do sometimes?  He really fucked
her?"

   "Your dad didn't say `fucked' when he told us.  You know how he doesn't
like to use that word.  He said they both made love to her.  I think that
means Kerry had his dick in her pussy."

   "And he said they're going to play around with Luke and Rachael tomorrow
night and Kerry is going with them?"

   "Yeah.  That's what he said.  Why do you ask?"

   "I hope you aren't ashamed of my family, Brad.  Do you think what Kerry
did was wrong?"

   "I don't know.  I know what religious people say about incest but nobody
in your family is religious.  I'm not either.  I didn't think it was wrong
when Kerry did it with you.  The way he loves you, it just seemed like it
was OK, like it was just, I don't know, like it was... the way it's
supposed to be when you love someone that much.  I know it was OK with me.
It was a lot of fun, being timed like that the second night.  I don't mind
sharing you a little.  I know you're mine."

   "Kerry's an extraordinary human being, Brad.  He's always so full of
love.  He gives so much love, it's impossible not to love him back."

   "I know, Arial," he said.  "It's a little difficult for some of us to
show others we love them.  Mom and Dad didn't teach me much about love but
I'm learning from you and your family.  Kerry just overflows with love for
people.  It seems like it's as natural as breathing for him to love people,
even me."

   "Do you remember what he said before he made love to me?  He told us he
doesn't want to come between you and me," I said.  "He emphasized the word
come like he meant an orgasm but I knew what he really meant.  He didn't
want to do anything to hurt our love for each other.  He loves you too, you
know."

   "I know.  I suppose that's one reason I trusted him to make love to
you," Brad said.  "I wish you could have seen how you two looked together.
I've never seen anything sexier and more beautiful in my life."

   "I love him too, Brad" I said.  "Not the way I love you but I love him.
I wanted you to make a baby in me so we could be a family.  I don't love
Kerry that way.  I want him to find his own woman to love and make babies
with her."

   I lay there in the semi-darkness, secure in Brad's strong arms, with his
spread hand holding my big belly and his little son, content to be where I
was, not wanting anything else except what I already had.

   "Tell me about the trip to Atlanta," Brad whispered.  "What do you
remember?  Was it really good for you, me and Kerry both loving you?"

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   I remembered the weekend it had happened, just after Christmas a couple
of years ago, after we got married in June.  Brad's dad had asked him to
take the raw documents from his research project to a professor at Emory
University.  He had to load and unload the boxes so he asked if Kerry and I
could go with him to help.  At least that was the excuse.

   The real reason we wanted Kerry to go with us was so I could do
something I'd been dreaming of for years.  Brad and I had talked many times
about whether it would be wise for us to play around with others like Mom
and Dad with Luke and Rachael.  And like Luke and Rachael with Stuart and
Joanne.  And like Stuart and Joanne with Kavan and Kathryn.

   We both knew Kerry occasionally was welcomed by Stuart and Joanne and by
Luke and Rachael.  We thought about it and finally decided that it would be
OK if Kerry made love to me even though I was his sister.  That would be
the beginning.  After that, we'd think about getting together with others,
maybe even with Luke and Rachael.  Brad swore he'd be OK with Luke doing it
with me.  I teased him about doing it with Rachael and pretended I didn't
want him to.

   Brad and I had been playing around with Kavan and Kathryn since we'd all
moved next door to our parents.  We'd done everything we could think of
except that Brad had never had his dick in Kathryn and, of course, Kavan
had never had his in me.  We'd decided that would change too.  And after
that, maybe we'd do it with Luke and Rachael or with Stuart and Joanne. 
But we both agreed Kerry would be the first one to do it with me.

   We rented a truck big enough to hold all the boxes and then left home
early on a Friday morning.  We made sandwiches for the trip and did just
one pit stop.  The trip was supposed to take about six hours but it rained
some and traffic was bad and it was over seven hours before we got to
Atlanta.  We were all tired and stressed out from the trip and the rain and
the traffic.  Brad drove all the way and he looked exhausted.

   With the help of the professor, we unloaded the boxes at his office. 
He'd made reservations for us at a motel near the university and it was
nearly dark when we went looking for it.  We saw the sign for the motel but
Brad turned off before we got to it.  There was a chicken place nearby.  He
didn't get any arguments from me or Kerry when he announced we were having
chicken for supper.  Kerry said he was starved and so did Brad so we got a
big bucket and all the fixin's.  We even thought to ask for some paper
plates and spoons and forks.

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   "Can we eat in bed?" Kerry asked as soon we'd all had a good pee.

   "Yeah, but I'm getting a shower first," Brad answered.  "I've sweated so
much I stink.  Can you wait a few minutes?"

   The accommodations in our room were typical for a motel - two king-size
beds, a little furniture, and a bathroom with a tub shower.  Everything was
clean and the bed looked like a good place to eat and relax.

   "You don't stink, Brad," I said.  "You smell sweaty, that's all.  So
does Kerry and I suppose I do too."

   "I don't care how anybody smells," Kerry said.  "I'm hungry.  Just wipe
your pits with a washcloth if you're worried about how you smell."

   "We all need to get out of these clothes," I said.  "I'd hate to get
grease all over them.  We may want to wear them again on the trip back."

   Brad and I were wearing some Cruise Classic pants and shirts that Kerry
had given us and, of course, that's what he was wearing.  It seemed like
that was all he ever wore.  My pants were a good fit and I didn't want to
ruin them.  They both looked at me the same way - with a big leering grin.

   "Don't get any ideas," I said.  "We can eat in our underwear.  Then we
can all take a shower."

   We ate sitting on one of the beds, Indian-fashion, in just our
underwear. I thought for a moment about keeping on my bra but I decided I
wanted to be as bare-chested as they were.  I'd worn some nice panties for
the long trip and I was glad they still looked fresh.

   Kerry had on some Cruise Classic underwear as usual but I'd never seen
him wearing these particular ones before.  They were skimpy briefs, hardly
covering his butt in back and his pubic hair in front, in navy blue with
red around the waist and leg openings.  Brad had on his usual white boxer
briefs, Cruise Classic, since Kerry had started getting them for him.  I'd
asked Brad why he liked them so much and he'd told me it was because they
let everything hang loose.  Kerry certainly wasn't hanging loose in his
little briefs.

   It's a good thing we took our clothes off.  Eating off a paper plate
filled with chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy and biscuits wasn't easy.
We had a few mishaps but we didn't make a mess on the bed, just on
ourselves and the towels we'd spread on the bed.

   While we were eating, Brad kept wiggling his right shoulder and
stretching his arm all around.  I knew something was bothering him.

   "What's the matter with your shoulder?" I asked.

   "I don't know," he groaned.  "It's like I've got a catch just behind my
neck on my right side.  It hurts.  I guess it's tension from driving."

   "When we're finished, lay down on your stomach and I'll rub it," I
offered.  "Maybe that will help."

   Brad and Kerry ate almost all the fried chicken.  All they left was
wings.  Kerry got us washcloths and we wiped the residue off our hands and
other places.  I noticed Brad didn't wipe his armpits.  He seemed more
concerned with his shoulder than how he smelled.  I don't know why he
worried anyway.  I liked to smell him as long as it was fresh male sweat.
It was a little like an aphrodisiac.

   He lay down in the middle of the bed on his stomach and I straddled him,
sitting on his buns, and rubbed his neck and shoulders.  He took a couple
of deep breaths and relaxed.  Kerry lay down beside him, turned on his
side, and watched me with Brad.  After a while, I thought I'd see if I had
given him any relief.

   "Try it now and see if it still hurts," I said.

   He sat up and tried moving his shoulder and neck and I could tell he was
still hurting.  I suppose Kerry could tell too.

   "Let's put a hot towel on it for a few minutes and then let me rub him,"
he offered.  "That's supposed to relax the muscles, isn't it?"

   Kerry ran the water until it was hot and then soaked a folded towel in
it.  He brought the wet towel and a dry one back to bed.  Brad didn't need
to be told.  He stretched out on the bed again on his stomach.  Kerry
arranged a pillow under Brad's forehead so he could be face down, then put
the hot towel on Brad's neck and shoulder and covered it with the dry one.
We let Brad relax, me on one side of him and Kerry on the other.  After a
while Kerry checked to see if the towel was still warm, decided it wasn't,
and threw both towels toward the bathroom.

   "Got any lotion?" he asked.

   I got up, picked up the towels, threw them in the bathroom, and rummaged
in my suitcase for the small bottle of lotion I'd packed.  Kerry straddled
Brad and put a couple of dollops of lotion on his shoulders.  He was rough
with Brad, much rougher than me, but Brad didn't complain.  He groaned some
but I think his groans gradually turned into purrs.

   I lay there beside them, watching Kerry massaging Brad, and I couldn't
help but be turned on a little.  Brad's buns, where Kerry was sitting, were
still covered with his white underwear.  Kerry had a nice bulge in the
front of his blue briefs, not like he was turned on but because everything
inside was pushed up and out by the way he was sitting on Brad.  I liked
looking at them together like that.  I imagined how it would look if
neither of them had anything on.  Kerry's dick would be right in the crack
of Brad's butt.

   "I wish you two could see how sexy you look," I said.  "If you didn't
have anything on, you'd be sexier."

   Brad still had his face in the pillow.  "Don't get any ideas, Arial," he
said, muffled.  "I'll suck Kerry's dick but he can't fuck me in the ass."

   "Brad, that's not what I was thinking," I protested.  "I like to look at
you.  You're both beautiful to me.  I just think you'd look sexier, that's
all."

   "Don't worry, Brad," Kerry said.  "I don't want to fuck you in your
hairy ass.  You're not going to get your dick in mine either.  I've been
there and done that and I didn't like it."

   "Who did you do it with?  Kenjiro?" Brad said into the pillow.

   "Yeah, did Arial tell you?"

   "No, just guessed."

   "Kerry, I would never tell Brad about that !" I said.  "I know how much
it bothered you.  I don't tell Brad everything."

   "How was it?" Brad asked.  He sat up, wiggled his arm around again, and
smiled and nodded at Kerry.

   "It was good when he was fucking me, damn good," Kerry said.  "I jacked
off while he was fucking me and I thought I'd squirted my balls out through
my dick, it was so good.  It was just afterwards that it bothered me so
bad. I felt like shit.  I don't ever want to do that again."

   "Did you fuck him?"

   "Yeah and he felt the same way after we'd done it.  We both just decided
it wasn't something we wanted to do.  Don't you say anything to him about
me telling you."

   "I won't.  I've never done it but I came close with a friend when I was
fifteen," Brad said.  "He'd suck me off and swallow it.  I'd suck him off
and spit it on his stomach.  He wanted to fuck me and wanted me to fuck him
but we never did.  I used to fantasize about it, wondering what it was
like."

   "The way I felt afterwards bothered me a lot," Kerry said.  "Kenjiro
too. We still jack off together but that's all we do."

   I suppose they both realized that I hadn't been saying anything, just
listening to them talk about fucking another guy and being fucked by him.
I'd never been fucked in my backside by Brad but I sometimes thought about
it and wondered what it would be like.  Sometimes I had a fantasy of him
and Kerry both doing me at the same time.  I decided to shock them.

   "Well, sometimes I wonder what it would be like for Brad to fuck me in
my backside.  I've even fantasized about both of you doing it at the same
time."

   "You mean like a sandwich?" Brad said, a little incredulously.

   "Yes, like a sandwich.  One of you in my front door and one in my back
door.  Is that so hard to believe?"

   "Brad's never done it with you before, I mean fucked you in the ass?"
Kerry asked, looking at me.

   "No, he knows he can do it anytime he wants to.  He knows I'm his,
Kerry. He can do anything he wants to with me."

   "Well, why haven't you done it?" Kerry asked, looking at Brad.

   "I don't know.  Her pussy's so good, I just haven't gotten around to her
ass, I suppose.  Maybe it's because I don't want to hurt her.  If I knew
she'd enjoy it, maybe I'd do it."

   "I think you should do it," Kerry said, grinning at me.  "If you're slow
and easy with her, I'll bet she would like it."

   "And what will I feel like after he's done it?" I asked.

   "Huh?  What do you mean?" Kerry asked.

   "Well, Kenjiro did it to you and you said you liked it but it just made
you feel so bad afterwards and you told me you wished you'd never done it.
I've got feelings too, you know.  How am I going to feel after he's done it
to me?"

   "You're a girl, Arial," Kerry said.  "I'm a guy.  It's different."

   "I don't see why.  I'll bet we could blindfold Brad and let him do it to
you and to me and he wouldn't be able to tell the difference.  You'd feel
bad, like you'd done something wrong, and you'd expect me to feel good
about it, like it was just something I should expect him to do.  That
doesn't make sense, Kerry."

   Kerry looked at Brad for help.  "Well, what do you think?  Is she
right?"

   "Don't ask me, Kerry," Brad said.  "I couldn't let Alex do it to me.  I
don't think I could even let you and I like you a lot more than I liked
him. I don't know anything except that I don't ever want to ask her to do
anything that she doesn't want to do."

   "Well, I want you to do it to me, Brad, just not this weekend," I said.
"And I'm not going to quit fantasizing about both of you doing it to me at
the same time."

   We were all silent for a while, just sitting there on the bed,
Indian-fashion, in our underwear, looking at each other.

   "Well, what do we do now?" Kerry asked.  "If you want to bug-tussle by
yourselves, I'll get in the other bed and mangle my monster by myself."

   "Bug-tussle?" I said.  I didn't understand how two people making love
could be like two bugs tussling.

   "She's never been a little boy, Kerry," Brad said.  "She wouldn't know
that little boys like to catch two beetles and get them to fight."

   "Well, Brad and I don't want you doing it by yourself," I said.  "We
want you to do something with us."

   "What?" Kerry asked.

   Chapter Seventy-Two

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart,
48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4

   Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23

   Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21

   Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17

   Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee
Andersen, 5

   Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor
Bridges, 5

   TELLING THE STORY

   Brad Weaver, Arial Weaver

   <><><>

   (ARIAL)

   "Well, Brad and I don't want you doing it by yourself," I said.  "We
want you to do something with us."

   "What?" Kerry asked.

   "I'll tell you later," I said.  "Right now, there's something I want to
do with both of you.  Will you let me do it?"

   "Sure," Kerry said, eagerly.  "I'll trust you.  I don't think you can
fuck me in the ass."

   "She can't but I can," Brad said.  "Get on your hands and knees."

   "You and what army," Kerry responded.

   "Will you two be good?" I asked.

   "No, but what do you want us to do?" Brad asked.

   "I want you both to stretch out on the bed and I want to smell you," I
answered.  "I want to know why you think you stink."

   They looked at each other, both grinning.  Brad was the first to move.
He lay down on the bed, tucked a pillow under his head, and put both hands
on his stomach.  Kerry followed his example and stretched out on the other
side of the bed.

   "Now close your eyes," I said, and they did.

   I don't know what they thought I was going to do, maybe suck their
dicks, but I really did want to smell them.  I was curious about why Brad
thought he stunk and I thought he just smelled like a man who had been
sweating.  He smelled good to me.

   I crawled on top of Brad, put my nose first on one side of his head and
then the other, and took a few deep breaths.  I smelled him and it wasn't
anything bad.  It was just Brad, smelling the same as he always does.  Next
I backed down a little, lifted his arms in the air, stuck my nose in first
one armpit and then the other, and breathed deeply.  He smelled sweaty but
it was a good scent, the scent of a man, a little raunchy but more of a
turn-on than a turn-off.  I licked his hairy armpit so I could see how he
tasted.

   "Arial, stop that," he protested, squirming.

   "What's she doing, Brad?" Kerry asked.

   "I'll never tell," Brad answered.

   I moved down lower on Brad's body, put my knees on the inside of his
legs, bent over his stomach, and sniffed again.  Nothing.

   I moved a little further down, put my nose in his crotch, and sniffed
again.  Definitely something but still not bad.  It was different from his
armpits, more masculine smelling, more of a turn on.  It was definitely a
sweaty smell, maybe a little pee smell, though I didn't see any stain in
his white underwear, but mixed in with everything else was a man smell. 
Maybe it was the smell of testosterone.  Whatever it was, I liked it.

   "You don't stink, Brad," I said.  "You just smell like a man who's a
little sweaty.  I like it."

   "Smell Kerry," Brad said.  "He stinks."

   I smelled Kerry.  We'd been so close all our lives that I could have
picked out his scent blindfolded.  He smelled a little sweaty in his
armpits too but it wasn't bad.  I nudged his balls a little with my nose to
stir up a scent and that wasn't bad either.  It was just his version of a
man's scent, definitely not a boy's scent, a little too raunchy.

   "He doesn't smell bad, either," I said.  "You both just smell like men.
I wish you could understand that a little fresh sweat on a man is a turn-on
for a woman.  It just gets our juices stirred up and makes us want you."

   "Do you hear that, Brad?" Kerry asked.  "It gets her juices stirred up.
Do you think we could smell her?  Maybe get our juices stirred up too."

   "Sure," Brad answered, and pulled me off Kerry.  The next thing I knew,
I was flat on my back between them and the two of them were sniffing all
over me.  Brad was the first to get his nose between my legs.  I knew he'd
smell me through my panties.  I'd been just as warm in the truck as they
were and I had sweated too.  I had also been more than a little turned on
since we started eating, looking at them in their underwear.  He sniffed me
and then breathed deeply a few times.  When he straightened up, something
in his underwear was trying to push out a little.

   "I think she smells like a woman who wants a man, Kerry," Brad said. 
"See what you think."

   He moved to one side and Kerry took his place, with his nose touching my
panties.  He straightened up on his knees and grinned at me.  His little
briefs were having a hard time containing something inside.

   "I think you're right, Brad," Kerry said.  "I think you'd better give
this poor woman what she wants.  If you'll let me, I'll watch and maybe
just wallop my walrus."

   "You don't have to do that, Kerry," I said.  "I told you Brad and I
wanted you to do something with us."

   "Well, what is it?" Kerry asked.

   I looked at Brad.  He had a big grin all over his face, his lopsided
version of a big grin, I suppose.  I think he was a little eager to see how
Kerry would react when I told him I wanted him to make love with me.

   "I'll tell you in just a few minutes," I said.  "I want to do something
for you and Brad first.  I think you'll like it.  Would you lie down side
by side, close together?"

   They didn't protest.  Brad put his arm behind Kerry's shoulders and they
both propped up side by side on pillows with their long legs stretched out.
I straddled one leg of each and sat back just below their knobby knees.  I
think they knew what I was going to do; at least they thought they did.  I
knew I was going to ask them to do something else and I wondered if they'd
be quite so eager.

   They were quite a contrast in their Cruise Classic underwear.  Brad's
covered him from just under his navel down to mid-thigh.  Kerry's were just
a couple of inches wide on each side and hardly covered his pubic hair. 
Brad had a nice straight bulge down one leg of his.  Kerry had a nice
curved bulge in his.  I liked both versions of Cruise Classic underwear.

   I leaned over in Brad's direction, pulled his underwear down, pulled his
balls up, and let the waistband catch behind his balls.  Then I did the
same with Kerry's briefs.  I sat there on their legs looking from one to
the other.  Both their dicks were completely hard in seconds, hanging
suspended just above their stomachs.  They both looked good enough to eat.
I really liked both versions of what had been in their Cruise Classic
underwear.

   I wrapped two hands around two dicks and started.  They didn't say a
word, just lay there grinning like jackasses while I sucked their dicks in
turn.  Brad's dick was like the rest of him, a little larger than average,
and Kerry was close to catching up with him.  Brad was just a little taller
than Kerry now and his dick was probably a little bigger.  I wondered how
much longer it would be before Kerry matched Brad and then grew larger.

   I wasn't really trying to make either one of them come.  I knew how if I
wanted to but I was in no hurry.  I just held the skin on their dicks
stretched down tight and licked and sucked on the head.  When I looked up,
Brad was laying there with his eyes closed still grinning.  Kerry was
watching me.

   "Now, would you two do something for me?" I asked.  "Just for a few
minutes while I watch you."

   "What?" Kerry asked.

   "What?" Brad echoed and his eyes popped open.

   "I want to see you two suck each others' dicks," I said.  "Both at the
same time.  Just for a few minutes.  It makes me all warm and tingly just
to think about it.  Then I'll tell Kerry what we want him to do with us."

   "Arial, what are you trying to do?" Brad asked.  "Maybe we don't want to
do that."

   "Brad, I want to watch you do it.  You may not believe it but it makes
me all hot and juicy inside just thinking about you and Kerry doing stuff
with each other.  Do it for me, please"

   I squinted my eyes a little and sniffed a few times, like I was about to
cry.  They both knew I was faking it but they both agreed.

   "Oh, alright," Kerry finally said.  "But I don't want to be on bottom. I
don't want Brad shoving that big dick of his down my throat."

   "I don't want to bottom either," Brad said.  "Your dick is as big as
mine now and you'll choke me to death with it."

   "Oh, pooh, do it side by side," I said.  "I think you can figure it
out."

   They did.  Brad was on his right side, left leg straight, right leg bent
like a cushion under Kerry's head.  Kerry was a mirror image.  I knelt
behind Kerry's back and watched.

   Neither of them acted like they wanted to make the other come.  They
held each other's dicks with one hand and jacked it only when they didn't
have their mouth on it.  They both curved their lips around their teeth to
protect the head of the other's dick.  They both used their tongue when
they weren't sucking.  It was hot.  But I could tell they weren't really
into it.  They weren't enthusiastic about it, the way I am when I get
really hot and want to suck Brad off.  They were doing it just because I
had asked them to do it.  I decided to push them a little, to see just how
far they'd go.

   "I want you to make each other come and then I want you to swallow it,"
I whispered.  "I dare you."

   Brad opened his eyes and looked at me.  Kerry turned half around and
looked at me too.

   "What are you trying to prove, Arial?" Brad asked.

   "Nothing," I said.  "I just want to see you suck each other off and
swallow it.  I've done it to both of you.  It's not so bad.  You'll like
it."

   "Arial, I don't understand why you want us to do it," Kerry said.  "I
don't mind sucking Brad's dick sometimes.  When we're all three doing stuff
with each other and we're all hot and horny, I guess I like it a little. 
But why do you want us to come in each other's mouths?"

   I'd been hiding my feelings too long and I couldn't hold them in any
longer.  I put my hands over my face and started crying.  They wouldn't
understand.  They're both just men and they couldn't understand what it's
like to be a woman.

   Brad got on his knees, pulled my head against his neck, and wrapped his
long arms around me.  I really let go and cried until I was tired of
crying.

   "You're both just alike," I finally managed to say.  "You don't want to
do things with each other but you want me to do them to you.  It makes me
feel ...I don't know...like it's something dirty and nasty and I don't want
to feel that way."

   "What do you mean, Arial?" Brad asked.  "What have we done?"

   I put my hands on his chest and pushed back.  "For starters, I've sucked
off both of you before and swallowed your come.  It's yucky but I like it
because I love you.  I love both of you.  If I didn't love you, I wouldn't
want to do it.  But you don't want to suck each other off.  How do you
think that makes me feel?"

   Kerry got up and knee-walked over to me and Brad.  Brad put one arm
around Kerry's back and so did I.  Kerry leaned over and kissed me on the
cheek.

   "I'd rather lick your pussy and swallow your juices, Arial," he said. 
"Guys don't taste as good as girls."

   "He's right, Arial," Brad said.  "I like Kerry but he doesn't turn me on
like you do.  I like the way your pussy tastes and smells."

   "I guess I want too much...I mean...you were sucking each other's dicks
but anybody could tell you weren't really into it.  If you really love
somebody, maybe just like them a lot, you want to make sex good for them.
You want to do things to please them.  That's the way I am with both of
you. I don't see why you can't be like that with each other.  I love both
of you so much and I want you to love each other too."

   "Arial, you know I like Kerry," Brad said.  "I was never close to my
bother but I'm close to Kerry.  I like him more than a little.  Maybe I
love him.  I don't know how to separate like and love sometimes.  I just
know I can't love him like I love you.  I can't imagine loving anybody else
the way I love you."

   "It's the same way with me," Kerry said.  "Kavan's my big brother and I
can always depend on him.  I don't know why he loves me but I know he does.
I guess I can't help but love him.  It's a lot like that with Brad.  He's
my friend and he's almost like another brother, like Stuart.  I like Kavan
and Stuart and Brad a lot and maybe I love them.  But I already know loving
a woman's different.  I hope I can find one like you to love."

   "Don't be mad at us if we don't understand you sometimes," Brad said. 
"Just tell us what you're thinking and feeling and we'll try.  Is there
something else that's bothering you?"

   "Yes, there is.  You don't want anybody to fuck you in the ass," I said,
trying to explain how I felt.  "Nobody has ever done that to you and
Kerry's only had it done to him once and he was really ashamed of it. 
Well, I want Brad to do it to me.  I like surrendering myself to him and
that's the only thing left I've got to give him.  I think about having both
of you fucking me at the same time, one in my pussy and one in my backside.
Brad's got to get my cherry back there, so Kerry, you've got to put yours
in my pussy.  I want it.  I want you both like that.  But you don't want
anybody to fuck you in the ass.  No, you're men.  Men don't do stuff like
that, just women.  It's alright to fuck women in the ass."

   "Arial, I..." Kerry started to say something but Brad cut him off.

   "Hush, Kerry," Brad said.  "Let me handle this."

   I looked at him and waited.

   "Arial, have I ever told you I wanted you that way?" he asked.

   I shook my head.

   "I know you've said I could do it anytime I wanted to," he continued. 
"Maybe I'll want to someday but right now I'm not eager to do it.  It might
hurt you and I promised your brothers I'd never hurt you."

   "Yeah, I get his left testicle and Kavan gets his right one if he hurts
you," Kerry said.

   "Arial, I don't have to do that to you to know that you're completely
mine," Brad said.  "I don't think you want one of us to stick our dick in
your backside.  I think you just want us both to love you at the same time.
Both of us do love you.  We can't both get our dick in your pussy at the
same time.  Maybe we could do it one after the other.  Would that be OK
with you?"

   Kerry pulled back and looked first at Brad and then at me.  He just
looked at us, not saying anything.  His eyes were wide open and I think he
realized just what Brad had proposed.

   "I know you're completely mine, Arial, I don't mind if Kerry makes love
to you," Brad continued.  "If you really want me to, I'll give Kerry a
blowjob.  I'll swallow his come.  I'll let him fuck me in the ass.  I'll do
anything you really want me to.  But it won't be because I love him.  It
will be because I love you.  I'll do anything if you really want it."

   "Oh, pooh, I don't know what I want," I admitted.  "It's been a long
day...and the trip down here wore me out...and then it had to rain.  I
guess I'm tired and all mixed us."

   "Arial, we don't have to do anything tonight," Kerry said.  "I'll sleep
in the other bed and you and Brad can have this one.  Just let him hold you
and you can go to sleep.  We're all a little tired from the trip."

   <><><>

   (BRAD)

   "I couldn't believe it when he suggested that," I said.  "There we were,
the three of us, on our knees on a bed in a motel room in Atlanta, hugging
each other, completely naked...I wanted you so bad and I guess Kerry did
too...his dick was pointing up just like mine...anyway, he said you and I
could just cuddle up and go to sleep because you were tired, and he'd sleep
in the other bed."

   "That's the way he is, Brad," Arial said.  "He's always considerate of
me.  He's just like you; he'd never do anything to hurt me."

   She moved my hand down almost to her pubic hair and I felt Brandon
turning somersaults.  The way she accepted his movements without complaint
was something I couldn't understand.  I loved to feel our son moving around
inside her.  It just made me love her even more for what she had to endure
to bring him into the world.

   When Brandon finally quieted down and stopped his flips, I moved my hand
back up and cupped it under her breast.  Her breasts were much larger now.
She planned to breast feed Brandon.

   "Did you watch his face when we told him you wanted him to make love to
you and it was OK with me?" I asked.  "I never thought we'd have to talk
him into doing it.  What was it he said, that he never wanted to come
between us?"

   "Nobody can ever come between us, Brad," she whispered.  "I love you too
much for that.  I'll never let it happen."

   "You don't need to worry about me letting it happen either," I said.  "I
love you...and Brandon...and our next one."

   "Are you sure two is all you want?" she asked.  "Maybe we should go for
four like Mom and Dad."

   "Just don't try for two at once," I said.  "I warned Kavan about what
would happen if he made love to Kathryn twice in one night.  He didn't
listen."

   "Well, you've done it twice lots of times," she said.  "I seem to
remember you doing it more than twice on occasion."

   "Who, me?"

   "Yes, you," she answered.  "Tell me what it was like, watching Kerry
make love to me.  How did you really feel about it?"

   (BRAD)

   "I just want you both to know that what you're about to do is OK with
me," I said.  "I know you love each other.  I don't see anything wrong if
you want to love each other completely.  I'll be watching but I won't
bother you.  You two go on and do what you've always wanted to do."

   Kerry grinned at me, not his usual big Kerry grin, just a little one. 
Arial grinned at me the same way.  They neither said anything but what was
there to say.

   Arial lay down in the middle of the bed, her legs spread and knees
raised, and held out her arms to Kerry.  He moved over her, suspended on
his arms and knees.  He looked at me and I smiled and nodded.  He looked
down at her and she also smiled and nodded.  Slowly he lowered himself down
on her until his dick was pressed against her stomach.  He held his head up
over hers, his weight on his arms, and his chest just barely pressing
against her breasts.  His eyes were locked on hers and hers on his.

   He started to say something.  "Arial, are you...."

   "Shih," she whispered, slightly shaking her head.

   She wrapped her arms around his chest and spread her legs wider and
brought them up and wrapped them around him, with her ankles interlocked
over his beautiful little butt.

   For a minute or so, they lay there, looking in each other's eyes, not
saying anything, at least nothing I could hear.  I knew they were
communicating with each other.

   Finally, she reached down between them with one hand and he lifted his
hips.  In the dimness of the room, I could barely see what she was doing,
just the curve of her slim wrist and her hand holding the white column of
his dick.  She brought her hand back out and put it on his butt and I knew
she'd positioned the head of his dick at the entrance to her vagina.

   My heart was beating so soundly I could feel it in my chest.  I wanted
to watch them do it, partly because they were so beautiful and sexy
together and partly because I simply wanted to watch them fucking.  As long
as it was Kerry with her, I didn't feel jealous or possessive.  I wondered
if I could feel the same way if she were with Luke.  Of course, I'd be with
Rachael and I'd like to fuck her.  She's so different, so darkly beautiful,
so much a woman, not as innocent appearing as Arial.

   His hips moved closer to her and I knew he was slowly pushing into her.
I glanced at their faces and it was evident from their expressions, eyes
half closed, slight smile, that they were both finally realizing their
shared fantasy.

   I stopped stoking my dick and held absolutely still.  The sight of them
together was mesmerizing.  I didn't want to miss seeing any part of what
they were doing.

   He pulled back slightly, pushed again, and moved closer to her.  She
wiggled her hips a little, spread her legs wider, and brought them up until
her ankles were locked together in the middle of his back.  He pulled back
again, pushed, pulled back again, pushed, until there was no room between
them.

   I wanted to change my position, to see how they looked joined together,
but I'd made a conscious decision not to move, not to disturb them, while
they were together.  I started slowly stroking my dick again, felt
something come out of it, and looked down as an elongated drop slowly fell
on my thigh.

   He stopped moving and I knew that his dick was buried to the depths in
her pussy.  I knew so well what he was experiencing, that moment when full
connection is finally made and his body is interlocked with hers, his dick
buried in her pussy.  His head was still above hers and their eyes were
still focused on the other's face.

   Finally he lowered his face to her, his lips to hers, closed his eyes,
and she turned her head slightly, closed her eyes too, and opened her mouth
to him.

   For what seemed like a minute or two, I lay there, turned on my side,
slowly stroking my dick, watching them.  They seemed to be frozen,
unmoving, until I noticed the slightest movement in his hips.  I looked
closer.  He was moving almost imperceptibly but definitely moving.

   He moved his head down on the other side of hers and I could no longer
see his face but I could see hers.  It was evident from her expression that
she was lost in what she was feeling.

   Just watching them, I felt so hot and sexually aroused that I wanted to
pump a gallon of semen out of my swollen balls.  I wanted so much to come
but I held my hand still, breathed deeply, and convinced myself to wait. 
Arial had promised me my turn soon after Kerry came.  I wondered how it
would be to get my dick in her pussy and find it juicy with Kerry's semen.
Somehow, I didn't think I'd mind.

   Gradually, slowly, his hip movements became more pronounced, until I
could see a space opening up between them, a quick glimpse of the
glistening whiteness of his dick, then the space closed as he pushed back
into her.

   He began to moan or grunt as he pushed back into her and I knew he was
becoming lost in what he was feeling with his dick.  There's a point where
a man becomes lost in the feeling of his penis in a woman's vagina, his
cock in her cunt, his dick in her pussy, and he is aware only of his flesh
in her and how it feels and nothing else exists for him then.  I watched as
his movements gradually became more rapid and more forceful.

   She began to squirm beneath him, to fuck up at him, as he fucked down
into her, and she started a keening, whining, whimpering noise in her
throat.  I'd heard it before when she sometimes responded the same way to
me fucking her.  I knew she was on the verge of an orgasm.

   He began slamming into her, grunting loudly with each thrust.  He pulled
back until his dick was almost out of her and then shoved it back in again
and again and I knew he was completely lost, completely surrendered to the
need to squirt out his semen at the entrance to her womb, as deep inside
her as possible.

   Suddenly he stopped moving, with his body pressed against hers, and
started groaning.  Arial responded with an even-shriller whimpering.  I
could tell she had him in a death grip of orgasm with her arms and legs
holding him tight.  I knew Kerry had come.  I didn't know if Arial had. 
But she was behaving exactly the same way she did with me sometimes when I
was really lost in fucking her and she was lost in being fucked.

   I lay there, holding my drooling dick, watching them for a minute or two
more and then I rolled out of bed, went to the bathroom, wet a couple of
washcloths with warm water, grabbed a couple of small towels, and returned.
They were almost as I had left them.  The only difference was that he had
his head lifted above hers and was smiling down at her as she smiled back
up at him.

   He finally rolled off her and flopped down on his back on the other side
of her.  I threw one washcloth on his stomach and handed the other one to
Arial.  She held out her hand for a towel and stuffed it between her legs.
Then she used the washcloth to wipe her face.  Kerry just lay there
unmoving, his dick softened enough to rest on his stomach.  Finally he
looked up, smiled at me, and wiped off his face and his dick.

   I moved closer to Arial, leaned over her, and kissed her lightly on her
lips.  Her eyes were half-closed and there was a little smile on her lips,
like a woman who has just been well fucked and who has come in the process.
I wanted to give her just as good a fucking as Kerry but I didn't want to
rush her.

   Kerry moved closer to her on the other side, leaned over her, and also
kissed her lightly on the lips.  I moved away to give him room but he
surprised me by putting a hand behind my head, pulling my face to his, and
kissing me on the lips.

   "Thanks, Brad," he said, looking at me.

   "Thanks, Arial," he said, looking down at her.  "Thank you both for
letting me share in your love."

   "Are you going to watch when Brad does it and maybe wallop your weasel?"
Arial whispered.

   "It's not my weasel, Arial," he said, grinning from ear to ear at her
mistake.  "It's my walrus.  Walruses are big and fat and thick.  Weasels
are long and slim.  My walrus wants to watch."

   Arial looked up at me.  "Are you ready?"

   "Uh huh, whenever you are," I said.

   She removed the towel, spread her legs wide, knees raised, and held out
her arms to me.  She looked so damn sexy, laying there, her long hair
spread all over the pillow and bed, her breasts so soft and relaxed, her
legs ready to welcome me.

   I was ready, more than ready.  I moved over her, held my dick in my
hand, rubbed it up and down in her vulva a couple of times to lubricate the
head, notched it in the entrance to her vagina, and then slid into her in
one movement.  Her cunt was as hot and juicy as I'd ever felt it.  I
lowered myself down onto her and she brought her legs up and wrapped them
around me with her ankles locked behind my butt.  I began to slide my dick
in and out of her, trying so hard to hold back on my need to come, wanting
so much to feel her cunt enclosing my cock.

   After a minute or so, she lifted her legs higher and I knew she wanted
them around my neck.  I lifted up a little and put first one arm and then
the other on the outside of her calves.  I looked down at her face and saw
her eyes opened in mere slits and a little enigmatic smile on her lips.

   I looked down between us at where my dick was moving in and out of her
pussy.  I loved to watch as my dick disappeared into her and then
reappeared when I drew back.  It always made me hotter.  I could see a
white froth on Arial's sparse pubic hair on each side of her vagina, as
well as on my dick when I withdrew.  It usually happened when I fucked her
for a second time and churned my semen into white foam.  This time I knew
it was Kerry's semen that was being whipped into spume.  I didn't care.  It
just made the fucking of her even more erotic.

   I gradually became lost in her and the fucking of her and the need to
come erased all conscious thought from my head.  I plunged into her again
and again until she started whimpering again and then I emptied my aching
balls with the head of my cock pressed against her cervix.

   This time it was Kerry who rolled out of bed and went for towels and
washcloths.  I lay there on top of Arial, her legs locked around mine and
my dick still inside her, and watched his beautiful little butt as he went
and his dick weaving around like a divining rod as he came back.

   I didn't know whether he wanted another turn with Arial.  Maybe he did
but he was considerate enough not to ask for it.  While Arial and I were
cleaning up, he lay there on the other side of her and slowly stroked his
dick.  I was ready for sleep and I was sure Arial was but Kerry still had a
hard-on.  Arial and I took pity on him, made him get in the middle, and
then we jacked him off.

   <><><>

   Saturday was a cold, raw day and I was glad we'd made plans to be
inside. We went to the Georgia Aquarium and spent the day wandering through
it gawking at everything.  For supper we went to the Varsity and had yellow
dogs and fries and onion rings.  We were all too tired to do anything else
so we headed back to the motel early.  I hadn't made any plans for what
we'd do there but I knew we'd think of something.

   We did.  Kerry said he was cold so he filled the tub and emptied two
little bottles of shampoo in it.  Then all three of us tried to get in it
at once.  We halfway succeeded.  We sat sideways in a row, Arial in the
middle, with our long legs out in the bathroom.

   We got in a pile in the bed and pulled the covers over us and snuggled
for a while.  That degenerated into oral sex, with two of us sucking on
dicks and the other licking a pussy.  I suppose we played a little too
enthusiastically.  Kerry was licking Arial's pussy, she was sucking my
dick, and I was sucking Kerry's when it happened.

   Kerry came in my mouth.  The first spurt hit me in the back of my mouth
and almost went down my throat.  The second hit me right on the nose and
who knows where the rest went.  I pulled back and tried to cough the
splooge up.  Arial saw what was happening and I decided to try to prove
something.  I took a couple of deep breaths and swallowed.  Then I wiped my
runny nose and rubbed it on her face.

   I got my revenge later.  Arial sucked me off and kept her mouth on the
head of my dick until she had my complete load.  Then she kissed Kerry and
shared my splooge with him.  He looked at me while she was kissing him and
I suppose he was trying to prove something too.  He swallowed and then
stuck his tongue out at me.  Arial swallowed and stuck her tongue out at
Kerry and then at me.

   We pulled the covers up and rested for a while until we got to swapping
around on who was in the middle.  Kerry and I got hard-ons again, of
course, and he poked me while I was poking Arial.  I crawled over him and
tried to poke him while he was trying to poke Arial.  Neither of us
succeeded in getting our dicks in.  Arial crawled over behind me and
pretended she had a dick and I didn't resist.  Then she pretended to fuck
Kerry and he didn't resist either.  Nobody got their dick in anybody until
Arial came up with a new game.

   She lay down on her back and invited me and Kerry to fuck her.  But she
decreed that we would be limited to two minutes, timed by the one who
wasn't doing the fucking, and she was going to tickle us while we were
doing it.  We actually made it through two turns.  On my third turn, I
buried my dick as deep in her as I could and I didn't even feel her hands
on my ribs while I came.  She invited Kerry to continue as soon as I
withdrew and then tickled him into coming in less than a minute.

   When I asked if she'd come, she shook her head no, so Kerry and I took
turns licking her pussy.  Kerry couldn't make her come in two minutes so I
took a turn and sucked and licked her clit until she squealed.

   When I looked at my watch, it was only nine-thirty but we'd been at each
other for almost two hours.  After cleaning up our mess, we cuddled in the
bed and talked until we started yawning.  I think we all went to sleep
without any trouble.

   <><><>

   (ARIAL)

   "We had a lot on fun, didn't we?" I said.  "I don't think I will ever
forget the way you looked when Kerry came in your mouth and then squirted
up your nose.  I thought for a second you had a bad cold and then I
realized what he'd done."

   "It was a lot of fun except for that," Brad said.  "I guess that weekend
was what finally convinced me we could play around with somebody else and I
didn't need to feel jealous.  Playing with Kavan and Kathryn was fun too,
wasn't it?  Kavan was really surprised when we told him what we wanted to
do with them.  He couldn't believe it was finally OK for him to fuck you."

   "Well, you didn't mind too much, did you?" I said.  "I think you were
eager to get at Kathryn so you had to let Kavan get at me."

   "Yeah, I enjoyed doing it with Kathryn," Brad said.  "I enjoyed doing it
with you when we swapped back.  What's not to enjoy?"

   "Are you ready to go to sleep now?" I asked.

   "Not quite," he answered.  "There's something else I want to do first."

   "What?"

   "Turn over and I'll show you," he said.

   I turned over, tucked my bed-buddy pillow up under my stomach, and
waited for Brandon to adjust to my changed position.  He moved just once
and then was still.  I waited for Brad to spoon up to me but he seemed to
have something else in mind.  He moved toward the foot of the bed and lay
back down with his head behind my fanny.  I turned to look at what he was
doing.

   He lifted my right leg in the air, moved closer to me, and put his head
down on the inside of my left thigh with his face close to my pussy.  I
moved my bed-buddy and tried to see what he was doing but all I could see
was part of the top of his head.

   "Brad, what are you doing?" I asked.

   "You still look good enough to eat, Arial," he whispered.  "You said I
could do anything I wanted to.  But I'm not going to eat you.  I'm going to
make fuck you with my six-inch tongue.  I'm not going to stop until you
tell me to stop.  Tomorrow night, I'm going to make love to you with my
dick.  Tomorrow night, I'm going to let my dick show you how much I want
you and how much I love you.  Tonight I'm going to show you with my mouth."

   "Brad, don't be silly," I said.  "You don't really want to..."

   I tried to think of some reason why he shouldn't want to but I couldn't.
With the first touch of his lips, I wanted him to do it.  I tried to tell
him why he shouldn't do it but I couldn't speak.

   He kissed the inside of my thighs, first my left thigh, and then my
right one.  He must have covered every inch of skin on the inside of my
thighs with kisses.  Then he started over again, licking my thighs this
time, and I gave in to him.  I wanted him to do it to my pussy and I knew
he would do it in his own good time.

   When he was through kissing and licking my thighs, he moved closer to me
and started again, at the juncture of my thighs with my vulva.  He kissed
me there until I was almost ready to scream for him to lick my pussy.  Then
he stopped and I felt the touch of something, his tongue, no, his nose at
the top of my vulva.  I heard him breathe deeply a few times and then he
stopped.  I waited.

   "I love the scent of your pussy, Arial," he whispered.  "I may want you
before I smell you but it always makes me want you even more."

   I didn't answer.  I didn't think his comment needed a reply.

   I felt the touch of his tongue, just the lightest touch, on my little
lips, licking upward.  He kept at me and I knew the lips of my pussy were
separating and spreading like they always do.  Then he licked me from my
perineum, over my vagina, and up to my clitoris.  He did it again and
again. With one hand, I reached down, around my big belly, and pulled his
hair.  He kept licking me while I felt it building and building.  Then he
concentrated on my clitoris, licking it and sucking it, and I pulled his
hair even more.  I tried to protest that it was too much but I couldn't say
anything.  And finally I exploded in pulsing contractions that made me lose
my mind.

   When I could think again, I realized that Brad had moved my bed-buddy
pillow out of the way and I was now close to him.  He was flat on his back
in the middle of the bed and I was on my side with one leg over his and my
belly supported by him.  My head was on his shoulder and his arm was around
my shoulders.  He was gently brushing my hair back out of my face.  I was
content to rest for a while so I shut my eyes and just floated.

   "Do you want me to stop, Arial?" he whispered.  "Do you believe I love
you?  Do you believe I love you, my mouth loves you, every part of me loves
you?  Do you want me to stop?  You must tell me you believe I love you and
you want me to stop."

   "I believe you, Brad," I managed to say.  "I know you love me.  Please
stop.  I can't take anymore."

   When I remembered that he was probably aching for release, I opened my
eyes and reached down to his dick.  It was still hard.  I gently stroked it
a couple of times and watched his foreskin cover and uncover the head.

   "It's your turn," I whispered.  "Let me put you out of your misery."

   "OK," he whispered.  "Let me get the baby oil and a towel."

   "No, I don't want to jack you off this time.  I want to use my mouth on
you."

   "Arial, you don't need to do that," he said.  "Remember, we don't swap I
love yous or oral sex.  If you want to do something for me, just jack me
off.  I love the feel of your hand doing it."

   "No, Brad.  I want to suck you off," I said.  "I want you to come in my
mouth."

   From my perspective, his dick looked funny.  I couldn't see the length
of it, just the big red plum-like head.  As I stroked it, I saw something
crystal clear ooze out the slit in the middle and I watched as it slowly
dripped down on his belly.

   "Arial, it might make you throw up again," he protested.

   I'd had a touch of morning sickness during my second and third months of
pregnancy and hadn't been able to suck him off.  When I finally tried
again, in about the fourth month, I'd thrown up.  I tried to tell him that
it was just an accident, that I'd got a mouthful of semen, more than I
could swallow, and gagged on it.  It wasn't because of the baby.  Still it
was rather unpleasant for both of us.  He hadn't let me do it to him since.

   "Brad, it's what I want," I whispered earnestly.  "I want you to come in
my mouth and I want to swallow you so you'll be in my tummy and you'll
become part of the baby."

   "Arial, it doesn't work like that and you know it."

   I sniffed a few times.  "I know, Silly.  But I want to do it anyway.  I
love you so much and I want you to be part of me.  Please!"

   "Arial, don't do that to me.  I'm glad I can't see your face this time.
You make your eyes get red and you squeeze out a few tears and I'm supposed
to give in to you as usual."

   I hadn't even realized I was doing it.

   "I'm not faking it, Brad.  I'm sorry." I sniffed a few more times." I
guess pregnant women do have strange cravings."

   "Damn, I never thought I'd refuse to let somebody give me a blowjob," he
sighed.

   "You're mean," I said.

   "You know, Dad told me something once about Mom and why they got
divorced, He said she could hardly stand to put her hand on his dick.  She
always made him feel like his dick was something nasty.  If she had to
guide it into her pussy, she'd hold it with just her thumb and one finger."

   "That's awful, Brad," I said, and meant it.

   "I guess that's why it means so much to me when you play with my dick
and balls.  I like for you to touch me.  You seem to be having fun, like
you really like to do it."

   "I do.  You've got a beautiful dick, Brad.  I like to see it all hard
with the blue veins standing out and the head all red.  I like your big
balls too.  I like them when they're drooping down between your legs or
when they're drawn up on each side of your dick and you're about to come. I
like to look at you when you're all hot for me.  Anyway, it's not just your
dick now; it's my dick too.  It belongs to me as much as to you."

   "What!  You don't like it when it's soft?" he said.  "I don't have a
hard-on all the time, you know."

   "I know.  You're beautiful when it's soft too," I said.  "So are Dad and
Kavan and Kerry.  You've all got beautiful dicks and balls."

   "Yeah, but mine's not as big as theirs," he said.  "Mine used to be
bigger than Kerry's but now his is just as big as your Dad's and Kavan's,
maybe bigger."

   "Silly, size doesn't matter that much.  Yours is bigger than average. 
Theirs are just a little bigger than yours, maybe a quarter inch."

   "My tongue is longer than theirs," he whispered.

   "I believe you," I whispered back.  "It's long and you know how to use
it.  I like your tongue, Mr.  Weaver."

   `Thank you, Mrs.  Weaver," he said.

   I slowly stroked his dick, our dick, watching the foreskin uncover and
then almost cover the head.  I changed my grip so that my finger tips were
on the underside of it and I could milk it down.  The first time I stroked
downward toward the head, more clear stuff oozed out and slowly dripped
down on his stomach.  I grinned at how silly it all was.

   "I couldn't believe it the first time you jacked me off in the sink in
your bathroom," he said.  "I didn't know girls did stuff like that.  I
never imagined a girl doing something like that for me, especially you."

   "I loved your dick the first time I ever saw it.  That day on the deck
with everybody else around, I thought it was beautiful the way the head was
peeking out of your foreskin.  It's a good thing you weren't circumcised. I
wonder whether we'd be here together if you had been.  I don't think I've
ever seen a circumcised one.  Are they really as ugly as girls say?"

   "Shit, I don't know, Arial," he said.  "A dick's a dick, I guess.  Most
of the guys I've seen were cut but I'm glad Dad didn't have me done.  I
don't see how a guy can stand having the head of his dick rubbing against
his undershorts all the time.  "

   "Are you ready?" I asked.

   "Yeah, let me get the baby oil.  The first time you jacked me off, you
squirted baby oil on my dick.  I like it like that."

   He rolled over, went in the bathroom, came out with the baby oil and my
damp towel and a big grin, and was back in bed with me in just a few
seconds.  He flipped the baby oil open and handed it to me.  I squirted a
little on his balls and handed it back to him.

   I rubbed his balls with the baby oil first.  They were so soft and loose
hanging down between his legs.  I didn't know why they were called balls
when they were more like eggs.  I really did like to play with them,
especially when they were coated lightly with oil.

   After a while, I held out my hand for the baby oil again and then
squirted a long trail down the underside of his dick.  Before it could run
off, I wrapped my hand around his dick, smeared the baby oil all over, and
started slowly stroking it.

   He just laid there, one arm around my shoulders, the other fore-arm
covering his eyes, and let me do it.  It didn't take that long.  I'd
learned to read his body's signals so I waited until his balls began to
draw up and then I did it faster.

   Poor Brad.  He must have been miserable with all that in his balls.  He
erupted in a torrent of white strings and drops, the first of which flew
over his chest and all the way to my face, and a half dozen follow-ups
which left his chest and stomach covered with white puddles.  I wiped my
cheek off and licked my fingers.  Brad drew in a deep breath, shuddered a
couple of times, and then relaxed.

   One of the white blobs was trying to run down his side so I caught it
with my fingers and wiped it on his chest.  Another started running too and
I smeared it around on his stomach.  Maybe I was naughty but I wiped up all
of the other puddles on his stomach and chest and then used the flat of my
hand to smear it all over him.

   "Do you like to play in it, little girl?" Brad asked from behind my
head.

   "Uh huh, do you want me to clean up your mess?" I asked.

   "Yeah, if you're through playing."

   I reached across him for the damp towel and then wiped up his semen. 
When he was all clean, I cuddled his dick in my hand and just held it.  I
liked to hold it when it was soft and swollen and warm in my hand.

   "Have your dad talked to you any more about us moving to his condo?" I
asked after a while.

   "Yeah, he says it's what we should do.  Since he and Genie married, he
says he stays at her place all the time now and hardly ever uses it.  He
doesn't want to sell it, says it's a good investment.  We haven't settled
on how much rent we'd pay.  He doesn't really want us to pay him anything."

   "That's nice, Brad, but we really should pay him something.  I don't
like it when everybody is always trying to do things for us.  I want us to
start taking care of ourselves.  I'd like to stay here for maybe a month
after the baby comes and then move.  I hate to move but we can't all stay
here.  This place isn't big enough for two couples with children.  Kavan
and Kathryn will need Mom's help with the twins more than we do."

   "I agree," he said.  "I'll tell Dad we want the condo and we'll work out
something on the rent.  What are you doing?"

   I scooted down on the bed until my face was just inches away from his
dick.  It was soft but still swollen, almost as big as it is when it's
hard. I blew my breath on it and then stroked it gently, just watching his
foreskin cover and uncover the head, not doing anything except playing with
it.

   "Nothing."

   "Feels like something to me," he whispered.

   I blew little puffs of air on the head of his dick and then whispered,
"I'm giving you a blow job, Silly."

   I changed my grip so that my fingertips pressed on his urethra and then
squeezed downward toward the head of his dick.  I knew there was usually a
little more semen that stayed in him after he came and it slowly oozed out.
I was right.  A blob of white semen came out of the slit.  I quickly took
the head of his dick in my mouth, sucked it clean, moved my mouth off, and
then swallowed.  It didn't taste bad.  It was just part of Brad and I liked
to taste him.

   "Are you satisfied now?" he asked.  "It's in your stomach and you'll
digest it and I'll be part of you.  You're bad, Arial.  You're bad and
you're crazy."

   "Oh, pooh, that little bit wasn't enough to satisfy me.  I wanted the
whole load.  Can I suck you off now?"

   "Arial, what's got into you tonight?" he whispered.

   "Nothing.  That's part of the problem."

   "If you'll promise to play with me and Kavan and Kathryn tomorrow night,
I'll promise something will get into you.  Maybe Kavan and me both.  Would
you like that?"

   I was busy licking the head of his dick so I just grunted "Uh huh."
Within a minute or so, his dick was hard and standing up above his belly by
itself.  I put my cheek down on his stomach, bent his dick down to my
mouth, and sucked on the head.  Then I cupped my hand under his balls and
played with them.  I really did like to feel them moving around in his
scrotum when it was soft and hanging down.  I decided to do what I wanted
to do but I thought I'd make sure it was OK with him.

   "I'm going to suck you off, Brad," I whispered.  "I'm going to make you
come in my mouth this time and when you're all finished, I'm going to
swallow it.  If you don't want me to do it, just say no."

   I waited at least a minute and he didn't say anything.  I didn't think
he'd have the will power to refuse a blow-job and I was right.  He put his
hand on my head and gave me a gentle nudge.  Within a few minutes, I had a
mouthful of warm semen.

   I moved back up on the bed until my face was just inches above his and
looked in his eyes.  His chest was heaving up and down and he was breathing
through his mouth.  I thought about letting some of his come drool out of
my mouth into his.  He must have guessed what I was thinking.  He opened
his mouth wide and tilted his chin up.  I shook my head no and then
swallowed once, twice, and a third time until all of it was gone.  Then I
kissed him.  A moment later, I pulled back away from him and grinned at
him.

   He shook his head.  "You're bad, Arial, but I love you anyway."

   I didn't answer that.  Maybe I was bad but I knew he liked it.  I turned
my back to him, pulled my bed buddy back in support of my stomach, took a
couple of deep breaths, and then relaxed.  He spooned up to me, reached
down, and pulled the sheet up to our waists.  I knew what he'd do next.  He
tugged my nightgown up in back, moved closer to me so that his dick was
nestled between the cheeks of my fanny, put his right leg over my left one,
reached his right arm around and under my nightgown until he found my
breasts with his hand, buried his face in my hair, sighed a couple of
times, and relaxed.  It was what he did most nights.  I loved to go to
sleep with him holding me.

   <><><>

   (BRAD)

   "Damn, I've got to pee," I whispered.  "Don't move, OK?"

   "Hurry back," she answered.  "I'm sleepy."

   I turned over, rolled out of the bed, and went in the bathroom.  My side
of the bed was next to the bathroom door and I'd offered to let Arial have
that side so she'd be closer to the bathroom when she had to go pee at
night.  She said she liked to sleep on her left side when I spooned up to
her and she didn't mind having to walk around the bed to get to the
bathroom.

   I turned on the lights in the bathroom and assumed the position in from
of the commode.  I had to grunt to get started and the first thing that
came out was a little bit more white semen followed by a yellow stream.  I
couldn't help but grim; Arial hadn't got all of my second load.

   It didn't make sense to me that she wanted to suck me off and then
swallow it.  I'd tasted semen before, mine when I first tasted it at
thirteen, Alex's when I sucked him off, and Kerry's a few times, and it
wasn't anything I wanted in my mouth on a regular basis.  Why would she
want to?  She always said she liked the taste of it because it was from me
but that was hard to believe.

   Maybe there was some truth in what Kieran had said, that she did it
because she didn't want me going to somebody else.  Maybe it was just one
way she could show she loved me and she did it because she knew I liked it.
She didn't have to swallow it though.  I don't care if she spits it out on
my stomach or in a towel like she sometimes does.  I've told her that often
enough.

   Maybe she really does like it because it comes from me.  I know I like
getting my tongue in her pussy and the taste and smell of her juices don't
bother me.  I guess they just make me hornier.  I suppose I like doing it
as much as she likes me doing it to her.  Maybe she really does like
sucking me off and swallowing once in a while.

   I flushed, put the seat back down, and started to leave the bathroom. 
My hand was on the light switch when the sight of Arial stopped me.  She
was still on her left side, her back to me, with the sheet over her ankles
and her nightgown pulled up to her waist.  Her left leg was straight, her
right one was bent, and everything between them was clearly visible in the
light from the bathroom.

   I stood there looking at her, marveling at the beauty of what I saw.  I
couldn't see her stomach and, from my perspective, she could still be the
woman she was before I got her pregnant.  I know there's nothing in this
world more entrancing than the body of a young woman, most young women, and
Arial is the most beautiful one I've ever seen.  I couldn't take my eyes
off her rear end.

   The profile of her right hip was a curve more faultless and exquisite
than anything I ever drew in my geometry class.  The skin covering her
right buttock, no, not her buttock, just the right half of her fanny - she
never called it her butt - was flawlessly smooth and creamy looking.  In
the middle of her fanny I could clearly see her asshole and that's not the
word for it because it doesn't fit, maybe her pink pucker as Kerry once
called it, maybe her rosebud as I like to call it, a beautiful hairless
little puckered circle between her cheeks.

   I'd had my dick in her rosebud just once, when Kerry and I made a
sandwich with her.  I didn't have any desire to have it in her that way
again.  She'd told me more than once that every part of her belonged to me
and that I could have it any time I wanted it.  Maybe knowing that I could
was enough and I was satisfied not to have it.

   Her pussy wasn't as clearly illuminated but I could see the cleft mound
with the two little wings of her inner lips just barely protruding.  It was
hard to believe that an opening was there large enough to accommodate the
girth of my dick.  My heart ached at the thought of it stretching enough to
permit the entry of our son into the world.

   Her left leg was straight and the skin on the inside of her thigh looked
so smooth and soft.  As many times as I'd had my hands, my cheeks, my mouth
and tongue there, I knew it was as smooth and soft as any baby's butt.

   I had said she was bad because she'd had her way with me, for whatever
reason she wanted it.  I knew she wasn't bad, not in the slightest.  She
was still the most innocent girl, sprite, woman imaginable.  From reading
the survey data from Dad's research, I knew what bad people were like, both
boys and girls.  She was open and honest about sex but there was nothing
bad about her.  She was as pure and innocent and beautiful and sweet and
loving as anybody could be.

   I had told her I'd surrendered to love, to loving her, almost to
worshipping her, and I knew it was true.  If only I could let her reach
into my heart and know how much I loved her, she'd never doubt me again. 
She would know I love her and I will love her forever.

   "What are you doing, Brad?" she said, turning to look over her shoulder
at me.

   "Oh, nothing," I answered and turned out the light in the bathroom.

   I slid in behind her and spooned up to her again.  I pulled the sheet
over our hips, reached down and nestled my dick in between the cheeks of
her fanny, moved a little closer, put my right leg over her left one, found
her left breast with my right hand, stuck my face in her hair, and inhaled
the smell of her clean hair.

   "Good night, Arial," I whispered.  "I love you with all my heart."

   I moved my hand down to her belly and rubbed it.

   "Good night, Brandon," I whispered.  "Thanks for being good while I was
loving your mother."

   Perhaps he felt my hand.  He moved around inside Arial and then was
still again.

   "He said goodnight, Dad," Arial whispered.

   "Uh huh, sure he did," I whispered back.

   Chapter Seventy-Three



   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart,
48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4

   Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23

   Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21

   Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17

   Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee
Andersen, 5

   Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor
Bridges, 5

   TELLING THE STORY

   Brad Weaver, Arial Weaver

   <><><>

   (KATHRYN)

   Friday night we all ate dinner together as usual and our four guys raved
about the dinner.  Arial prepared the baked stuffed pork chops, following
Siobhan's instructions.  Siobhan made the yeast rolls and I made the
Waldorf salad.  With her mother's help, Alannah made the Spanish rice.  I
suppose I was becoming more like Siobhan; I enjoyed seeing the guys eat
food I'd prepared.

   Immediately after dinner, Kerry disappeared to his basement bachelor
pad. He had seemed strange during dinner.  He was more serious than usual,
not joking and having fun like he usually does, and was especially kind and
considerate to Siobhan.  I wondered what was going on to cause him to be
that way.

   Brad and Kavan asked Kieran to go for a walk with them up the hill to
the picnic area.  They didn't ask the rest of us to go and I knew it was
because they wanted to talk to Kieran about something.  I wondered what it
was this time.

   Siobhan, Arial, Alannah, and I went in the family room to relax. 
Siobhan found a nature program on TV and put Alannah on the floor to watch.
Arial and I sat on the love seat and both decided to take off our socks and
sneakers.  I slouched down, stretched my legs out straight, and wiggled my
toes.  Even with my usual afternoon nap, it had been a long day and I was
tired from carrying two babies.

   Arial watched me until I started wiggling my toes and then she took off
her sneakers and socks and wiggled her toes too.

   "Kathryn, are your ankles swollen?" Siobhan asked when she turned from
putting Alannah in front of the TV.  "They look like it.  How about yours,
Arial?"

   I held my right leg up and looked around my big belly at my ankle. 
Maybe it was a little swollen.  I put my right foot back on the floor,
lifted my left leg, and looked around my belly from the other side.  My
left leg looked the same, maybe a little larger than normal around my
ankles.

   Arial watched me and then looked at her ankles.  "I can't see any
swelling, Mom.  How do you tell?"

   Siobhan sat down on the floor in front of us, Indian fashion.  She took
Arial's left foot and my right one and put them in her lap.  She looked for
a minute or so, leaning to one side and then the other.  Then she picked up
my foot, held it in one hand, and pressed her finger against my ankle in a
couple of places.  She picked up Arial's foot and pressed on her ankle a
couple of times.

   "Do you see the difference?" she asked.

   I could certainly see a difference in my ankles compared to Arial's. 
Mine were much slower in getting back to normal after Siobhan pressed down
on them.

   "You're both a little swollen," Siobhan said.  "Yours are worse,
Kathryn. Why don't you both lie down on the floor and put your legs up on
the couch?  Let's see if that helps."

   Arial and I both lay down on our backs on the floor, put our calves up
on the couch, and tried to get comfortable.  Siobhan stuck a couple of
pillows under our heads.  That helped but there was no way I could be
comfortable with the weight of two babies bearing down on me.  I decided to
try to tough it out for a few minutes.

   "Mom, why was Kerry acting so strange tonight?" Arial asked.  "He was
being so sweet to you and he was so serious.  I don't think he made us
laugh a single time tonight."

   I tilted my head back and saw an upside-down Siobhan.  Was she smiling?
I shook my head and moved around until I could see her without her being
upside down.  Now I saw she had a strange smile on her face, like she knew
something that we didn't know.

   "I suppose I might as well tell you," she said.  "Kieran and Kerry both
made love to me last night."

   "Both of them?" Arial squealed.

   "Both of them?" I squealed at the same time.

   "Yes, both of them.  Kerry wanted to and I wanted him to and it was OK
with Kieran.  So we did it."

   "You've got to tell us all about it," Arial said.

   "Yes, please, Siobhan, tell us every little juicy detail," I said.

   "I'm not supposed to talk about it," she said.  "Kieran's always told
the boys that a gentleman never talks about what he does in bed with a
lady."

   "Yeah, but you're a lady," Arial said.  "A lady always tells other
ladies everything and I do mean everything.  We'll never tell the guys. 
Let them go on thinking we never talk about them."'

   "Come on, Siobhan," I pleaded.  "We swear we'll never tell the guys. 
What they don't know can't hurt them."

   "You promise you won't tease Kerry about it?" she questioned.  "He's
having a hard time deciding what he wants to do, whether to go to school in
California, whether to get serious with Tara or not."

   Of course, we promised.

   She sat down on the floor between us, leaned back on the couch, looked
at Alannah to see that she was engrossed in the TV, and then she told us.
In a low voice, she told us everything, and I do mean everything, even the
bit about how hard she came when Kerry had his thumb in her asshole, two
fingers in her pussy, and his tongue licking her clitoris.  Arial and I
hung on to every word.

   "Oh, lordy, I'm so hot," Arial giggled, when Siobhan was finished.  She
caught the front hem of her dress and waved it up and down.  Siobhan
glanced down between her legs and then grinned and shook her head.

   "Oh lordy, I'm so hot I could just die," I said, and waved my dress up
and down too.  Siobhan looked down between my legs and her smile got wider.

   Alannah got up and came over to where Arial and I were lying on the
floor, flapping our dresses over our overheated pussies.

   "Mommy, they don't have any panties on," she giggled.

   <><><>

   When Kieran and Kavan and Brad came back from their walk, I was ready to
go home and I suppose Arial was too.  It was a short walk to the house next
door that Kieran had built on top of the rocks.  It wasn't our house.  It
wasn't Brad and Arial's house.  It was Kieran's and Siobhan's house.  But
Kieran had insisted that we shouldn't pay any rent while we were in
college. For four years we'd lived there, sharing everything with Brad and
Arial.  It had been a wonderful four years.  It was as much my home as any
place I'd ever lived.

   As usual, Brad and Arial and Kavan and I hugged Kieran and Siobhan and
little Alannah before we went next door.  Kerry would have gotten hugs from
us too but he had disappeared downstairs to his basement bachelor pad after
dinner and hadn't resurfaced.

   Brad and Arial, hand in hand, led the way along the pathway to home and
Kavan and I followed, hand in hand too.  The guys had installed little
lights along the path and it was easy to follow even on the darkest nights.
We walked through the rocks and trees to the carport and then across the
bridge to the entryway to the first floor.  It seemed strange to me that
nobody had anything to say but perhaps we were all thinking of something.

   We puttered around the great room for a while, straightening up, and
then hugged each other before we went up the stairs.  Brad and Kavan seemed
to be hugging each other longer than usual and I noticed that Brad was
whispering something in Kavan's ear.  I wondered what they were trying to
keep secret.

   Our big king-bed was a welcome sight and I lay down on my side without
even taking anything off.  We had two king-size bolsters on our bed plus
two regular-size pillows.  I tucked a bolster up against my stomach, a
pillow under my head, sighed a couple of times, and relaxed.

   Kavan sat down on the side of the bed in front of me, took off his
sneakers and socks, then stood up, pulled his shirt over his head, dropped
his shorts - he'd gone commando again - and went in the bathroom.  I
watched his beautiful ass as he walked away from me.  The family had always
kidded Kerry about his beautiful little butt.  Kavan's was just as
beautiful to me and maybe more so.  His was milky white without anything to
mar it.  He had freckles all across his shoulders and they tapered off
around his waist and his butt was just a beautiful hard muscular man's butt
with no freckles.

   I watched him as he peed, putting on a good show as he uncovered,
squirted noisily in the commode, milked his dick down, shook it a few
times, and finally slid his foreskin back over the head.  I kept watching
as he buzzed his teeth for two minutes with his electric toothbrush and as
he brushed his hair for more than two minutes.  I could see him from the
side as he looked in the mirror, brushing that beautiful red hair of his.
His dick was soft but not really limp.  It was sort of standing out away
from his balls, not touching them, just curved down like it wanted to stand
up and look around.  He looked at me and smiled and I knew he knew I'd been
watching him.  I was so glad he was my husband.

   I knew what he'd do next and I was right.  He wet a couple of
wash-cloths, put toothpaste on my electric toothbrush, and came back in our
bedroom with a towel over his arm, washcloths in one hand, and my
toothbrush in the other.  I turned over on my back.  He handed me my
toothbrush and one of the washcloths, then sat down on the bedside and took
off my sneakers and socks.  While he wiped off my feet, I brushed my teeth,
wiped off my face and arms, and then waddled to the bathroom to spit and
pee.

   He'd already turned down the bed spread when I came back in our bedroom
and was lying there on his back, naked, waiting for me.  He had his ankles
crossed and his balls were resting on his thighs and his dick was warm and
heavy looking on top.  For a minute or so, I stood there looking down at
him while he looked up at me and grinned.  I wanted to be naked with him so
I pulled my shift over my head, crawled on the bed, curled up to him with
my big belly against him and my head on his shoulder.

   "Did you think Kerry's behavior was a little strange tonight?" he asked.

   "Well, he wasn't kidding and cutting up like he usually is," I answered,
careful to not let on that I knew why he'd acted that way.

   "Kieran told me and Brad something when we were going up the hill
tonight.  He didn't say I couldn't tell you, just that we shouldn't tease
him or Kerry about it.  Want to hear it?"

   "You know I do."

   "Dad and Kerry both made love to Mom last night," he said.

   "Both of them?" I responded, trying to pretend I didn't know about it.

   "Yeah, both of them.  He said they both made love to her and he was
there when Kerry did it.  I suppose he was watching.  I wonder who got
sloppy seconds."

   "Kavan, that's not nice.  You don't call it that when you do it with me
a second time.  Is that all he said?"

   "He wouldn't go into detail about what they did and we didn't ask him.
He told us something else you aren't going to believe."

   "What?"

   "He said tomorrow night, he and Mom are spending the night with Luke and
Rachael again, you know, like they do sometimes.  He said this time Kerry
was going with them and he'd be doing the same things with Mom and Rachael
that he and Luke do."

   "What does that mean, the same things?" I asked.

   "I don't know," he replied.  "I guess it means anything and everything,
like we've done with Stuart and Joanne.  Just a lot of fun and a lot of
sex."

   "And like we did with Brad and Arial."

   "Yeah, I suppose so."

   "Damn, I wish I could have watched, don't you?" I said.

   "I don't know.  I guess I've known a long time that Kerry wanted to do
it with Mom but I'm having a little trouble believing she really let him."

   "Kavan, you know how Kerry is," I said.  "He may be the tallest man in
the family but he's still like a little boy and when he looks at you with
that beautiful face and uses that smile on you, well, I think any woman
would let him make love to her.  Are you jealous of him?"

   "No, not really.  I've known for a long time that he wanted to make love
to Mom but I've never felt that way.  I just like to think of her as Mom
and that's all.  I've got the one woman I want."

   "Who?"

   He ignored my question.  "Kathryn, do you really think the stuff we do
is OK?  I mean swapping partners with Stuart and Joanne, swapping with Brad
and Arial.  It's a lot of fun but I sometimes wonder if we go too far."

   "Kavan, don't you think it just makes us closer to each other.  I like
the way we've been with Brad and Arial the last four or five years.  I like
living with them.  We've bathed together, slept together, eaten together,
and fooled around with each other.  I think Brad and Arial finally decided
they wanted to go all the way and let me have sex with Brad and you have
sex with Arial.  I don't think it's hurt us just because we've swapped a
few times.  It's just made us love each other more."

   "You don't think it's hurt our marriage?  I don't want to do anything to
hurt our marriage, especially now that you're going to have the twins."

   "I don't think it's hurt our marriage one bit.  I don't want Brad or
Stuart.  It's nice to play with them but I've got the one man I want."

   "Who?"

   I ignored his question.  "Kavan, could I change the subject?  Do you
remember how it was when you came to New York to get me?  How we fucked and
fucked and fucked and then fucked some more."

   I squirmed a little closer to him, pulled my hair back out of my face,
and put my head back down on his shoulder.  I reached down to where his
dick was lying on his thigh, swollen but not hard, wrapped my hand around
it, pulled his foreskin down, and lay there looking at the head of his
dick. I liked his helmet, that's what it looked like, the way it flared out
into a ridge.

   He had one arm around me with his hand on my back but I wanted it
somewhere else.  I reached back and pulled his hand to my breast.  He
cupped his hand under my swollen breast and I put my hand on top of his for
a minute and then reached back down to his dick.

   "Yeah, I remember," he responded.  "Dad doesn't like to use the word
fucked to describe what he does to Mom.  Seems like it's a pretty good word
to describe what I did to you."

   "Don't say it like that, Kavan," I said.  "I was just as much involved
in the fucking as you were.  If I remember correctly, there were a couple
of times when you were laying there with your hands behind your head and a
big smirk on your face while I fucked you.  I'd forgotten how good it was
to ride a big horse cock to Banburry Cross."

   "Was I smirking?" he asked.

   "Yes, you were.  You knew how much I loved to have your big dick buried
to the balls in my pussy.  You knew you had me again.  Maybe you didn't
know it but I had you too.  I knew I wasn't ever going to let you go
again."

   "I knew it...that you had me, I mean," he said.  "I knew you had my
heart in your hands and it was of full of love for you."

   "You Irish do love to kiss the Blarney Stone, don't you?  Anyway, that
first night, when you fucked me again after doing it twice that
afternoon..."

   "Three times."

   "OK, it was three times for you.  I don't know how many times it was for
me.  I must have had a dozen orgasms.  After a while I didn't know whether
I was coming or going.

   "The way you were moaning and whining, you were coming."

   "Shut up.  Anyway, that first night, when we did it again with me on top
of you and you fucking up into me and me fucking down on you, I knew I had
to have you for the rest of my life.  We went to sleep with me on top of
you and your cock still in my pussy and your come and all those juices from
me started drooling back out of me and I tried to get up and clean us up
and you wouldn't let me and we went to sleep like that with your big dick
still in my pussy and all those juices running down on your balls.  You
said you didn't give a shit how messy it was and you wrapped your arms
around me and wouldn't let me go and we went to sleep like that...it was so
good."

   "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said.

   "Do you remember how good it was?" I said, thinking of one night in
particular after we'd wandered around in Little Italy almost all day.

   "Yeah.  It was not just good; it was great.  I remember."

   <><><>

   (KAVAN)

   I followed Kathryn's instructions and found the parking garage.  Then I
walked about a block to the apartment building where her mother lived.

   I kept reminding myself - be patient, be kind and considerate, don't
push her, don't get angry, don't raise your voice, listen to what she says,
don't act like you want to have sex with her, don't get in a hurry, think
before you say anything, don't insist that she come back with you, be sweet
to her.

   In the elevator, I kept reminding myself that she'd said I could come to
New York to see her but she wouldn't promise me that she'd come back with
me.  When I found the door to her mother's apartment, I stood there for a
minute or so, breathing deeply, trying to get good control of myself.  She
had to come back with me.  What could I do or say so she would want to go
home with me?

   I rang the doorbell, stood there a minute, then rang it again.  I heard
something scratching on the door in front of me and I realized that there
was a peep hole there.  Then I heard the sound of a chain being moved, the
sound of the door being opened.  And then there was Kathryn.

   Everything I'd planned to say went flying the minute I saw her.  I
walked in, she closed and locked the door, and then turned to me.  We stood
there looking at each other.  I couldn't think what to say.

   She looked at my face and around it and I could tell she was checking
out my hair.  It was long again.  I had let it grow out again after Kiki
and I broke up.  It was longer than it had been when Kathryn had left. 
Before I left for New York, I'd even gone to a mall style shop, for the
first time, and let them style it.  I suppose it was close to the lion mane
that she had talked me into before she left.

   She looked like the same Kathryn I'd known and loved so much.  Her hair
was a little shorter than it had been, just down to her neck, not down to
her shoulders, but it was still so beautiful on her.  She had on shorts, a
knit shirt, and white socks, just like she'd worn when she was living with
us, if she wore anything at all.

   Suddenly she did that thing with her head, where she throws her hair
back out of her face and then her eyes lit up in the same mischievous way
and her mouth turned up in the same smile I'd loved so much.  I couldn't
help it.  I started toward her with my arms held out and just said her
name. "Kathryn." I swallowed hard but I couldn't think of anything else to
say.

   She came to me, held her finger to my lips, said "Ssshhh," and tilted
her face up to mine.  I bent down to her and kissed her.  For a brief
second I tried to remind myself to be slow but then all thinking and all
restraint went flying.  I wrapped my arms around her, she wrapped her arms
around me, and we kissed.

   All consciousness left me.  I stood there, my open mouth against hers,
trying to pull her body into me or me into her, wanting her, needing her,
drowning in her.

   After a minute or so, she took her hands off my butt and pulled my shirt
out of my shorts.  I moved back slightly and looked at her.  She was
smiling, that same crazy Kathryn smile that had mesmerized me since that
day she first swam naked in the pool at home.  She pulled my shirt up and I
lifted my arms so she could pull it over my head.

   As soon as my shirt was gone, I pulled her shirt out of her shorts and
up and over her head.  She wasn't wearing a bra.  I couldn't take my eyes
off her breasts.  I kept looking from one to the other.  She still had the
same perfect breasts, full and heavy looking, with a little droop, but not
enough so that she needed a bra.  When I looked up at her face again, she
was standing there, smiling at my reaction to seeing her breasts.  She knew
I'd always loved them.

   I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the smile off her lips.  Her
breasts were flattened against my chest, burning me, her nipples already
hard against me.  We stood there forever, kissing, lost in each other.

   Finally I knelt in front of her, put my hands on her back, and, with
closed eyes, pressed my face against her breasts, turning from side to side
and rubbing against the softness of her.  I breathed deeply, inhaling the
clean womanly scent of her, and it was the same as I'd grown to love.  I
opened my mouth and blindly sought out the nipple of one breast.  I sucked
on it while she put her hand behind my head and pressed me to her.  I moved
over to the other breast, opened my mouth wide, and tried to suck
everything into my mouth.

   I fumbled with the waistband of her shorts, trying to find the catch or
button in the front to open them.  She reached down, held my hands still,
then reached to the side and unzipped.  I pulled her shorts down, she
stepped out of them, and I stood up again, looking down at her, little
white panties barely covering her hips, dark pubic hair showing through.  I
wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anything.

   I briefly glanced at her face and saw that it was about the same as
mine, unsmiling, all serious, intent on looking at me as I was intent on
looking at her.  She stooped down on one knee, unbuttoned my shorts and
pulled everything, shorts and briefs, off at the same time.  While she was
doing it, I heel-toed my sneakers off and stood there naked except for
white socks.  I watched her face as she looked at my cock.  It had been
engorged in my briefs but, released, it swelled into an erection in
seconds.

   She grabbed my cock and pulled me toward another room.  Heart pounding,
I followed her into what I assumed was her room.  All I saw was a bed, a
twin bed, against one wall.  She pulled, I pushed, and we went tumbling
down on the bed.  I slid down, grabbed her panties at each side, and ripped
them off her.  I shoved her legs apart, stuck my face between them, opened
my mouth against her pussy, and tried to eat and suck her and tongue-fuck
her.  She smelled the same and tasted the same and I felt like I was home
again in her.

   "Kavan, I want you," she groaned.  "Come up here.  I want you in me. 
Please!"

   I moved over her, grabbed my cock in my hand, and looked down to see
where I wanted it.  She slapped my hand out of the way, grabbed my cock
with both of her hands, and pulled downward on it until I felt the hot
wetness of her cunt with the head of my cock.  I pushed once, she wrapped
her arms around my chest, I pushed again, she wrapped her legs around my
waist with her ankles centered on my ass, I pushed again, she tilted her
pelvis up slightly, I pushed again, and my dick slid in until I felt her
pelvic bone against mine and my balls against her ass cheeks.  I was home.

   I tried to remain still in her but my body insisted on moving.  Within
seconds I was pistioning in and out of her.  She started groaning louder
and louder and then her groaning turned into a higher-pitched whining and I
felt her cunt squeeze my cock and I stopped thrusting for a minute, buried
to the depths of her cunt, and rode out her coming.  When she was silent, I
slowly started thrusting again, then gradually got faster and harder until
I was pounding into her as hard as I could.  Within a minute or so, I felt
everything in me squirt out through my cock into her cunt.  I was home.

   When my consciousness returned, I realized that my dick was still buried
to my balls in her and all of my weight was on her.  I pushed up on my
elbows and looked at her.  She was smiling at me, eyes closed, but still
smiling at me.  It was so good to know that she was smiling at me.

   "I love you, Kathryn," I whispered.  "I love you with all my heart."

   "Is that your heart I feel inside me?" she whispered, opening her eyes.
"You're a hard-hearted man, Kavan Kelly Stuart."

   "That's not my heart, Kathryn Ann Jenssen," I whispered back.  "That's
my dick.  It loves you too.  Every bit of me loves you."

   We lay there joined together, me looking down at her, her looking up at
me, and talked about everything and nothing.  My dick didn't seem to want
to go soft and I didn't want to take it out of her warm depths.  Finally I
told her about Kiki and she told me about Paolo.  I told her how I'd been
so attracted to Kiki and how it had been like a fire that burned me and
then slowly died out.  She told me about Paolo and how dark and
Italian-sexy he had been and then one day she realized he didn't love her
and she could never love him.

   "Kavan, after Paolo and I broke up, I stopped taking the pill.  I
decided I was through with men and...

   I interrupted her.  "You mean there's a chance you might get pregnant?"

   "I don't think so," she said.  "I...

   "I'll marry you, Kathryn.  I'll marry you as soon as we get back home.
We'll have the baby and I'll be the happiest man in the world.  Please say
you'll marry..."

   "Kavan, slow down," she said.  "Let me finish a sentence."

   "I love you, Kathryn.  I don't want to live without you.  I..."

   "Kavan!" she said in a tone of voice that reminded me of Mom getting
impatient with me and whatever I was doing.  I looked down at her and
waited.  I realized that my dick was still hard inside her and that I'd
been slowly moving my hips and marveling at the feel of her flesh enclosing
mine.  I pushed back into her and held still.

   "I was going to say that I stopped taking the pill when Paolo and I
broke up.  He didn't love me.  He loved himself and he wanted me to love
him.  I decided I was through with men and I stopped taking the pill.  Then
you kept calling me after you broke up with Kiki."

   "Kathryn, Kiki was..."

   She put her fingers against my lips again and shook her head no.  I
waited for her to tell me whatever.

   "Forget Kiki.  Forget Paolo.  It's just us now, Kavan.  Anyway, I
started taking the pill again a couple of months ago when you kept calling
and saying you still loved me.  I'm safe now.  You don't have to marry me
because I might be pregnant."

   I looked at her, trying to be all serious and unsmiling.  "I know that,
Kathryn.  I just thought you'd want to marry me if I got you pregnant from
what we just did.  I want to marry you because I love you so much.  I do. I
love you so much.  I don't want to live without you.  I want you to come
home with me and be with me for the rest of my life.  Whenever you're
ready, I'll marry you pregnant or not.  I want us to go to college together
like we talked about doing.  Please say you'll come back with me."

   She put one hand over my mouth and the other on my cheek.

   "Hush, Kavan," she whispered.

   I hushed and lay there on top of her, my dick still inside her, still
hard.  I waited for her to say something.

   "I'm going home with you, Kavan.  We'll try to do what we've talked
about.  I don't know whether I can go to college with you.  My father's not
going to help me.  Mom will but she has a hard time getting by.  I'll get a
job and maybe I can take a few courses at night.  We'll...

   "No, you won't," I said.  "I've got it all figured out.  We'll still
live at home.  Mom wants us to.  We'll eat with them.  Mom and Dad both say
there's no need to worry about room and board as long as we're in school.
Mr.  Manchester wants you to come back to work there.  I'm just about
running the place now and you can help me.  We'll both have part-time jobs
at Manchesters.  Mom and Dad will help us too.  All we've got to worry
about is tuition and books.  I've got enough saved to give us a good start
on that.  We might not have much money to play with but we'll have each
other.  That's enough.  We can manage.  We can, Kathryn!"

   "You've got it all figured out, haven't you?" she whispered.

   "Yes.  You know me, Kathryn.  You can call it a fault or you can call it
a...whatever...a virtue.  I think ahead.  I plan.  I know what I want. 
There's only one thing I need to make it all perfect and that's you."

   "Yes, Kavan," she said.  "I know you.  I like knowing you.  I like
loving you.  I like fucking you."

   "Kathryn, you can major in Finance and maybe get your Certified
Financial Analyst certification.  You said that's what you'd like to do. 
Mom says she'll help you.  That's a goal you can plan on.  That and
marrying me."

   "And are you going to major in Landscape Architecture like you said? 
Maybe be your own boss someday and have your own business."

   "Yeah, but right now I'd like to major in you.  Do you think you could
help me?"

   "Yeah, I'll kill you if you don't."

   I started moving again, just slowly sliding my dick in and out of her
and knowing that I was making love to the one woman I wanted for the rest
of my life.  She put both hands on my ass cheeks, wrapped her legs over my
back, and shut her eyes.

   "Kathryn, I want to give you babies someday," I whispered.  "I want us
to be a family with kids and...

   "Ssshhh, Kavan," she interrupted me.  "Right now, I want you to fuck me
again.  I want you to love me with that big dick of yours.  I want to feel
your big balls bouncing off my ass.  Just shut up and fuck me."

   I did what she asked me to do.  After a while I did it again.

   I was almost asleep when I heard a faint noise.  I looked up and to the
side and saw the door to the bedroom closing.  I was still on top of
Kathryn, still wrapped up in her arms and legs.  My dick was finally soft
and wet and warm inside her overflowing pussy.  I knew Kathryn's mom had
come home.

   Kathryn tucked a little towel between her legs, put on her panties, and
put on a robe.  I put on my shirt and shorts, and we went in the living
room to greet her mom.  She didn't fuss at us.  She hugged me, hugged
Kathryn, and then we started talking.  After a while, she suggested that
Kathryn and I might take a shower while she prepared us some dinner.

   We did it again after we went to bed.  Kathryn's mom said she'd planned
on me sleeping on the living room couch but somehow she knew I didn't want
to.  We slept in Kathryn's bed.  She fucked me this time.  She straddled me
and rode me until she came again, whining and groaning.  I put my hand over
her mouth and she bit my hand.  Then I fucked up into her, holding her hips
suspended a few inches above me.  I added a little more semen to all the
other deposits and then lay there with my dick in her while everything
started drooling back out.  She tried to get up and get something to clean
us up but I wrapped my arms around her and my legs around hers and refused
to let her go.  We went to sleep that way, locked together.

   I stayed for five days, playing tourist with Kathryn and her mom on the
weekend, then just Kathryn and me for a couple of days.  She took me to
little Italy, to the Statue of Liberty, to all the usual tourist spots, and
all I could think of was what we'd be doing that night.  We fucked, made
love, fucked a lot, loved a lot, and I was the happiest man in the world.
When we left Kathryn's mom was crying but she said she was glad we were
going because now she could get some sleep.

   <><><>

   (KATHRYN)

   "I remember what we did one night," I said.  "It was the night after
we'd wandered around in Little Italy all day and had a late lunch at that
fancy Italian restaurant and you paid the bill and acted like you were used
to spending that kind of money.  I loved you for the way you were trying to
impress me."

   I slowly stroked his big dick, using just my thumb and a finger, so I
could see all of it.  I liked watching his foreskin slide up and over the
head of his dick and then slowly slide back down.  He was doing almost the
same thing to me, just using his thumb and one finger on one nipple.  I
looked at what his hand was doing.  The nipple on my breast looked like it
was an inch long.  The babies wouldn't have any trouble finding that.

   "Yeah, I remember," he said.  "That night I ate your pussy and then told
you I couldn't decide whether I liked the garlic and anchovies in the pasta
better than I liked the taste of your pussy and you tried to beat me up and
we fell of the bed wrestling.  Then when we finally stopped laughing and
crawled back in bed, you wanted me to fuck you from behind."

   "And we slept together in my twin-size bed for six nights and there was
room on both sides of us because we were so close together."

   "And your mother came in one morning before she left for work to kiss us
goodbye and we were laying there with the covers pulled up and pretending
to be asleep and I was behind you and I had my dick in your pussy and we
both started laughing the minute she went out the door."

   "And then I got my period on the way back and you were so disappointed
because you wanted to fuck me first thing when we got back and you'd
already got everything ready and even had a king-size bed made up so we
could move in next door with Brad and Arial."

   "Well, I did without for three whole nights."

   "And after you did it you looked so funny laying there beside me with
your dick all red and you wanted to do it again without washing because you
said you'd just get it red again."

   "Well, I did."

   "We were so silly, Kavan," I said.  "We were silly but it was so good. I
hope it can be like that again after the babies come."

   "It will be, Kathryn," he said.  "We're good together.  It's like we're
made for each other.  It's not just the fucking.  It's the living together
and playing together and just being together.  It's going to be hard with
the twins but I promise you I'll help all I can and we'll still be good
with each other.  I love you and I love the twins and we're going to be a
good family together."

   "What did you and Brad talk about with Kieran tonight?" I asked.  "I
know you talked about something besides what Kieran and Kerry did last
night with Siobhan and what they're going to do with Luke and Rachael
tomorrow night?"

   "Oh, nothing," he said.  "We just wanted some of his advice on how to
deal with pregnant wives.  With four kids, no five counting Stuart but I
guess he doesn't count because he wasn't around when Lauren was pregnant
with him, anyway we just wanted some expert advice on how to make you and
Arial happy and not feel so miserable with the babies."

   "What did he say?"

   "He said we should love you and make sure we were kind and considerate
of you.  He said the weepy-wailies you get are just from hormones and stuff
and being tired of being pregnant and you'll be your old self after the
babies come.  He told us something I'm still thinking about...that you
still want my dick in your pussy even if you are pregnant.  Do you?"

   "Yes, Kavan," I said, truthfully.  "Once in a while, I feel like
breaking it off when you come at me with a hard-on but most of the time I
still want to feel you inside me.  Tonight, I wish you could fuck me from
the rear and I could feel that big dick of yours splitting me open and
pounding away at me."

   "You know we can't do that," he said.  "The doctor told me I'd better
avoid violent thrusting...that's his words...or I might end up breaking
your bag of waters and then the twins would have to be delivered
immediately, maybe by Caesarian section.  Was he just trying to scare me or
could that really happen?"

   "I don't know, Kavan.  I'm no expert on all this.  Siobhan told me the
same thing...you know...not to let you fuck me like that.  I asked her if
it was OK for you to get your dick all the way in me if you were slow and
gentle and she said it was probably OK and she and Kieran had done it like
that.  She told me and Arial something she and Kieran had done when she was
pregnant.  She said Kieran would get his dick all the way in her and then
hold still and bring her off with his fingers on her clit."

   "Shit, I don't know if I'd have that much control," he said.

   "Well, she said after they did that, she'd lie down on her side and
Kieran would get behind her and fuck her `til he came.  She said he
couldn't get but about half his dick in her that way but it was enough."

   "Yeah, it's enough to make me come but that way I miss being face to
face and feeling your breasts against me.  I miss having your legs wrapped
around me while I'm doing it.  I guess the one thing I miss the most is
being able to kiss you while I'm on top of you doing it.  I love you,
Kathryn, and I love it when you just wrap me up when my dick's in your
pussy."

   "Do you think we could try it like your Mom said, you know, you get your
dick in me from behind and just be still and use your fingers to make me
come?"

   "Do you really think it would be safe?" he asked.  "I don't want to do
anything to hurt the babies."

   "I don't see why not.  If you just ease your dick in, I doubt if they'll
even wake up.  If they do, they'll just treat your dick like a punching
bag. I'll bet you'd like that."

   "Come on, Kathryn," he said.  "Be serious.  I'm willing to try it but I
just don't want to hurt you or the twins.  I'll never forgive myself if I
do."

   "Don't you want to try it?"

   "Yeah, but let me tell you something else before we do it.  Tomorrow
night, when Mom and Dad and Kerry are playing with Luke and Rachael, Brad
and I want to get together for a little fun and games with you and Arial.
What do you say?"

   "I say that's ridiculous, Kavan.  Who wants to play with a couple of big
fat pregnant women?"

   "Brad and I do, that's who.  I know we can't do all the stuff we did
before you and Arial got pregnant but there are lots of things we can do
that you'd enjoy.  I'll paint your toenails."

   "Kavan, I don't want..."

   "I'll shave your legs."

   "Shit, it's not my legs that need shaving.  Have you looked at my pussy
lately?  I haven't seen it in over two months.  I'm so hairy down there..."

   "Let me give you a trim and a shave tonight," he said.  "I like to do
that.  I've been getting too much hair in my teeth lately."

   "Kavan, don't make me laugh."

   "I'm going to hack up a hair ball one of these days and it's all your
fault because you won't let me trim it."

   I couldn't help but giggle at that.  I tried to imagine him hacking up a
hair ball of pussy hair.

   "Do you really want to?" I asked.

   "Yeah!"

   <><><>

   (KAVAN)

   I knew how hairy she was.  As long as I'd known her, she'd kept her
pussy trimmed and shaved.  Sometimes in the summer, when she was wearing a
bikini, she even had it waxed.  I couldn't imagine how painful it must be
to have your pubic hair ripped out by the roots.  Whenever she shaved it, a
week or so later it was like a briar patch when I went down on her.  That
didn't stop me; it just irritated my cheeks a little.

   I was just glad I didn't have to shave mine.  I didn't mind her giving
my pubic hair a trim.  In fact I guess I sort of liked it neat and short.
She'd shaved me, balls and all, once and it almost drove me crazy when it
was growing back out.  Since then I'd let her trim mine but I didn't want
to be shaved again.

   But since she's been pregnant, I don't think she's shaved it or trimmed
it not even once.  When she had morning sickness and was throwing up all
over the place, she didn't shave anything, not even her legs.  When that
stopped, in about her third month, she started shaving her legs again but
not around her pussy.  Now, if her legs get shaved, I have to do it.  I've
told her more than once I'd trim and shave around her pussy but she doesn't
want me to.

   Now she really has a sporran down there.  Mom saw it and called it that
so I looked it up.  I suppose that's a pretty good name for it.

   She has a dark thatch of hair all over her pubic mound and it extends
all the way back to her asshole.  On the sides of her slit, it's a little
thinner and it creeps out onto her thighs a little bit.  Sometimes it
almost covers up her pussy until I use my thumbs and part it to the sides
so I can get my tongue to her clit.

   Maybe she thought I'd be turned off with her pussy all hairy but I
wasn't.  It was more of a turn-on, seeing her clitoral shaft and the
squiggledy lips of her pussy almost covered by hair.  I never had any
trouble getting a hard-on looking at it or getting into it.  I'd threatened
once to get a brush and then brush her pubic hair to each side before I
went muff-diving.

   I put a towel under her butt to keep the hair off the bed and then I
went to work with the scissors.  On her mound I left the hair about an inch
long.  When I pulled back and looked at it, I liked that.  It looked good
enough to eat.  Then I pruned back the hair on the sides of her slit a
little shorter.  Again, I looked and liked what it saw.  It looked even
more like it was good enough to eat.  I lay down on the bed, making sure my
hard-on didn't get bent, and tried a few licks.  Nothing got in the way so
I lay there slowly licking her for a few minutes.

   "You'd better stop, Kavan," she whispered.  "I don't want to come until
you've got your dick in me."

   "OK," I said, straightening up.  "Do you want me to shave you a little
bit?"

   "Just a little.  Just enough to sort of neaten things up."

   I got a couple of towels and put them under her butt so I wouldn't get
the bed wet.  Then I used a warm soapy wash cloth to get all her hair wet.
I always washed my face with warm water and soap before I shaved so I
figured what worked for the gander would work for the goose.  Then I shaved
around her pussy just enough to make it look even better.  Damn, it really
did look good enough to eat.  I wiped her clean and then lay down and just
slowly, gently, licked her pussy.  I think she was purring.

   "You'd better stop again," she whispered.

   I straightened up, took a few deep breaths, and then leaned over her big
belly.  I kissed it again and again, asking Kiley and Kathleen to please be
good while I put something in their space.  They didn't say anything so I
guess they understood and agreed.

   When I straightened up again and looked at her, I saw her erect nipples.
Her breasts had always been beautiful to me.  Around home, she had never
worn a bra until she got further along in pregnancy.  Now she wore one most
of the time and even had a nursing bra already.  She had showed me how it
worked and I had pretended I was first Kiley and then Kathleen.  As long as
her nipples were now, I knew they wouldn't have any trouble finding them. I
leaned over her and tried both of them for a minute or two.  She cupped her
hands under her breasts and offered them to me, one at a time.

   Again, I straightened up and looked at her face.  She was smiling at me
and had that the look in her eyes, the one that says I love you.  I'd
always loved her smile.  I'd always loved to see that look in her eyes.

   "I love you, Kathryn," I said.

   "I love you, too, Kavan," she whispered.  "Are you ready?"

   "Yeah."

   She turned over, got on her knees, and spread her legs a little.  She
put her head down with her forehead on a pillow.  I knee-walked behind her
and touched the entrance to her vagina with the head of my dick.

   "I'm going to just put it in and then hold still.  Do you want to use
your fingers on your clit or do you want me to do it?"

   "You do it," she whispered.  "I can tell the difference.  I like it when
you do it.  It makes me come better."

   I pushed once and watched as the head of my dick separated her labia and
disappeared inside her.  I let it rest for a second, pulled back, and
pushed it in until the head and part of the shaft was in her.  Damn, it was
good, as good as I've ever had it, pregnant or not.  I pulled back again,
pushed again and slid into her wet depths a little more.  There was still
at least an inch of dick separating us.

   "You OK?" I whispered.

   "Yeah."

   "Are the babies OK?"

   "Yeah, they're still."

   She reached back underneath her belly, caught my balls in her hand, and
pulled.  Of course I followed my balls and my dick slid into her pussy
until there was no more dick to give her.  She held my balls pressed
tightly against her and rubbed them around and around on her.  That was a
new one on me.  I wondered what she was feeling, whether she was rubbing my
balls against her clit.  From the way she was moaning, I suppose that was
what was happening.

   "Use your fingers, OK?" she whispered.

   I leaned over her a little, put my arm around her, reached under her big
belly, and sought out her slit.  When I found it, I reached back further to
where my dick was in her, pushed my fingers under my balls where she was
holding them pressed against her, and where her juices were pouring out.  I
smeared the lube up and around where her clitoral shaft was and then used
just two fingers.  I didn't get in a hurry.  I just rubbed it until I felt
the hard bump of her clitoris and then I concentrated on that.  Shortly, I
felt her pussy trying to strangle my dick and I knew she was coming.

   I felt movement inside her and I knew her orgasm had awakened one or
both of the babies.  I pulled my dick slowly out of her and I waited for
her to tell me what she wanted.  She groaned a couple of times, flopped
down on the bed on her side, and turned her butt toward me.

   I knew what she wanted.  I spooned up to her, she lifted one leg in the
air, I wiggled until my dick was against her vulva, and she reached down
and nudged it to her opening.  She dropped her leg down and I pushed my
dick in as far as possible, about half way.  I held still for a moment to
see if the babies were going to move again.  When they didn't I started
fucking her from behind.  I moved one hand under our bodies to her hip, put
the other on top, and held her by both hips while I fucked her.  I tried to
be slow and gentle so it took a couple of minutes until I was squirting
everything out of my balls into her.

   I lay there until my dick softened and was pushed out of her, then I
looked around on the bed for one of the towels I'd brought from the
bathroom.  When I found it, she lifted her leg again, I tucked the towel
against her pussy, and we relaxed and spooned up against each other.

   "That was good, Kavan," she whispered.  "You're a good fucker."

   "I love you, Kathryn," I whispered.  "That's why."

   "I love you too, Kavan.  Am I still a good fuck?"

   "The best.  None better."

   "I hope so."

   "You still haven't answered my question about whether we're going to
play with Brad and Arial tomorrow night."

   "Do you want to?"

   "Yeah."

   "While Kieran and Sioban and Kerry are fucking around with Luke and
Rachael?"

   "Yeah."

   "And there's one big orgy over at their house and another here at our
house?"

   "Yeah."

   "What do you and Brad want to do this time?  Do you still want to swap
partners?"

   "Yeah.  That would be good, wouldn't it?"

   "Do you think Brad would want to do it with me?"

   "Yeah, he says he wants to."

   "And you want to do it with your sister?"

   "Yeah, that's what we'd planned.  Do you think we ought to swap partners
first or maybe wait until second?"

   "You're thinking of doing it twice?"

   "Yeah, like we did before we got you two pregnant.  Well, maybe not just
like it.  We both know we've got to be careful with you."

   "You and Brad both want to make a deposit in my little pussy?  Is that
what you want?"

   "Yeah, and we both want to drop a load in Arial's."

   "Do you know you've answered yeah to every question I've asked?"

   "Yeah!"

   "I don't see why it matters who goes first.  You both get sloppy seconds
either way."

   "I thought you didn't want me to call it sloppy seconds."

   "I guess that's what it is, isn't it?  Are you ready to go to sleep?"

   "I love you, Kathryn.  I love you with everything that's me, including
my heart.  I love the babies too.  We're going to have a good life
together."

   "I love you too, Kavan.  Now are you ready to go to sleep."

   "Yeah."

   Chapter Seventy-Four

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart,
48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4

   Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23

   Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21

   Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17

   Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee
Andersen, 5

   Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor
Bridges, 5

   TELLING THE STORY

   Kavan Stuart, Kathryn Stuart, Brad Weaver, Arial Weaver

   <><><>

   (KAVAN)

   On Saturday morning, I woke up about eight o'clock with a steel-pipe of
a piss-hard and a bladder demanding to be emptied.  I was spooned up to
Kathryn with my dick between her legs nestled up against her pussy.  I rose
up and looked down at her.  She had her bed buddy pulled up against her big
belly with her leg thrown over it.  She seemed to be sleeping like a log. I
rolled out of the bed as gently as I could and tip-toed into the bathroom.

   In the shower, I tried to piss but my hard-on didn't want to cooperate.
I stood there, leaning over with both hands against the wall with the water
spraying down on my head, waiting for my dick to decide what it wanted to
do.  Finally it decided to yield to the insistent urge and I pissed and
pissed and pissed and damn it was good.  I stood there under the spray,
eyes half closed, and watched my urine hitting the shower wall in front of
me, all the while thinking about what I had done with Kathryn last night
and what Brad and I were going to do with Arial and Kathryn tonight.

   I was almost through showering when I saw Kathryn come in the bathroom.
She sat down on the commode, her head hung low, while she peed.  I assumed
that she would want to bathe too so I waited until she opened the shower
door and stepped in with me.  She wrapped her arms around me and leaned as
close to me as her big belly would allow.  I turned both of us around so
that the shower cascaded down on her back and head and then, when she
finally stood up by herself and reached up to wipe her hair out of her
face, I soaped up a wash cloth and bathed her.

   While I was drying her off, I was thinking about the best way to handle
what could be an uncomfortable situation.  I knew Mom and Dad, and, I
assumed, Kerry would stop by sometime during the day to check on us before
they went to Luke's and Rachael's.  I didn't want anybody to cause any
problems, not even the slightest.

   "Did I ever tell you I love you?" I asked.

   "Yes, but I don't mind hearing it again," she answered.

   "I do, Kathryn," I said as earnestly as I could.  "I love you and I
thank you for being my wife and for being the mother of our son and
daughter."

   "I love you, too, Kavan," she answered.  "I like being married to you
and being pregnant with Kiley and Kathleen.  I'm ready for them to get out
of me though."

   While I dried myself, I watched Kathryn through the bathroom door.  She
put on panties, little ones so they wouldn't bind around her stomach, and
then came back in the bathroom and put a panty liner in the crotch.  I just
smiled at her and she smiled back.  I'd put a three-day load in her pussy
last night and she probably still had most of it in her.

   "Let's go wake up Brad and Arial," I suggested.  "I want to talk with
them this morning."

   "What about?"

   "Mom and Dad and Kerry will be over here sometime this morning before
they go play with the Bridges.  I just want to make sure we're all singing
the same song."

   She looked at me seriously.  "That's a good idea, Kavan.  We can talk
while we're having breakfast."

   She grabbed a little robe from behind the bathroom door and put it on. I
don't know why.  It always hung open because she didn't want anything tight
around her pregnant belly.

   Luke's and Arial's bedroom door was closed but I opened it and stuck my
head in.  Since we'd grown accustomed to living with each other, we never
worried much about privacy.  I saw Brad's head and shoulders but I didn't
see Arial's.  I glanced toward their bathroom.  The door was open but I
didn't hear anyone inside so I knew she was still in bed with Brad.

   I took Kathryn's hand and we walked in quietly.  Brad and Arial were
facing toward each other but her head was lower down, under Brad's chin,
and the cover was pulled up almost over her.  They were both sleeping
soundly.

   We stood there looking at them for a minute and then Kathryn lifted the
cover and crawled in behind Brad.  I went around to the other side of the
bed, crawled in behind Arial, and moved up against her so that my dick was
right in the crack of her ass, I mean, her fanny, since that's what she
always calls it.

   "Good morning, Kathryn," Brad said, sleepily.

   "Good morning, Kavan," Arial said, just as sleepily.

   "Good morning," Kathryn and I both said, as cheerfully as possible.

   "Stop that, Kathryn," Brad growled.

   "What's she doing?" Arial murmured.

   "Brad's got a biiiiggg piss hard," Kathryn said.  "He's got to pee."

   "Arial doesn't have one," I said.  "How do I know if she has to pee?"

   "Put your hand under her belly and press," Kathryn said.  "She'll let
you know."

   "Don't you dare, Kavan!" Arial said, drowsily.  "I'll kill you."

   "Pee!  Pee!  Pee!  Pee!" Kathryn chanted.

   "I'm going to kill you too, Kathryn," Brad said.  He threw the covers
off, slid down to the foot of the bed, and bolted for the bathroom, his
morning piss hard in his hand and pointing the way.

   Arial was right behind him.  "Let me go first, Brad!"

   "I can't," he said, still holding his dick.  "I've got to go bad!"

   "Pee in the sink!" Arial squealed.

   She pushed him aside, sat down on the commode, took a deep breath, and
then started squirting.  Brad glanced back in the bedroom at me and Kathryn
watching and then smiled at us.  He went over to the sink, bent his piss
hard down, and started pissing in the sink.

   Suddenly Arial farted in the commode, not a little lady-like fart; she
emitted a veritable varoom of a fart.  She looked up at Brad, saw Kathryn
and me watching, and stuck her tongue out at us.

   "I think my Princess pooted," Brad whispered, and then started laughing.
He choked off his pissing before he sprayed everything and stood there at
the sink, holding his still-hard dick in one hand and leaning on the
counter with the other, bent over in convulsions with laughter.  He finally
got back in control and finished peeing.

   I didn't want to laugh about my sister farting but there was no way I
could help it.  I suppose Kathryn felt the same way because she was holding
her hands under her belly and trying not to laugh too hard.

   Arial ignored us.  She stood up, walked over to Brad, wrapped her arms
around his waist, and nestled her head against the side of his throat. 
Brad wrapped his arms around her and they stood there with their eyes
closed holding each other as close as her pregnant tummy would allow.

   I took Kathryn's hand and we left them to their embrace.  It was time
for us to go downstairs and start breakfast.  Brad and Arial were up.

   <><><>

   (BRAD)

   It was my turn to cook Saturday morning breakfast for the four of us so
I put on my green, white, and red Italian apron with "Baci Il Cuoco" on the
front.  Arial or Kathryn usually had some remark to make about me showing
my ass with it on but I didn't care.  I was frying sausage patties to go
with the pancakes and I wasn't about to get splatter burns on my family
jewels.

   Kavan was grinding some beans to make coffee for us.  Arial and Kathryn
had sworn off anything except decaf so he had to make two pots, one for
them and one regular for me and him.  He finally got through grinding the
beans and started talking again.

   "I think Mom and Dad and Kerry will probably come over here to check on
us before they go play with the Bridges," he said.  "I want us all to be
very careful not to cause any problems, especially with Mom.  I know we
like to tease Kerry but let's just be as nice as we can to all of them. 
OK? Let's make sure we're all singing the same song."

   I recognized that he was in his version of father mode.  After living
with him and Kathryn for so long, I knew him better than I'd ever known any
other man.  Arial and I seldom had any problems living with them and when
we did, I usually deferred to him.  He was probably the most level-headed
guy I'd ever known.  He was certainly my best friend.

   I had also been thinking about what to say when they came over here. 
Kavan and I had promised Kieran not to tease Kerry about what he had done
with his mother.  I didn't want to do or say anything that would cause
Siobhan to feel bad.  I suppose she was more of a mother to me than my real
one and I probably loved her more than my real mother.  However, I'd never
fantasized about doing with my real mother what Kerry had done with her.

   I put a plate of pancakes and another of sausage between Arial and
Kathryn and then poured some more pancakes.  Kavan poured glasses of orange
juice and milk.  I was thinking about whether I would really make love with
Siobhan instead of fantasizing about it.  Would Siobhan let me do it? 
Would Arial really let me do it with her mother?  I honestly didn't know
the answer to either question.

   "Kavan's right," I said, looking at Arial.  She was always teasing Kerry
about something.  "He and I promised Kieran we wouldn't tease him or Kerry.
We all need to be nice to the three of them."

   Arial and Kathryn were sitting at the bar where we ate almost all our
meals.  They both had on loose white robes, hanging open, but Kathryn had
on little white panties too.  I could tell there was a sanitary napkin in
her panties so I guessed that Kavan had decided not to wait until tonight
to start loving Kathryn.  Of course, I hadn't waited either.  I'd licked
Arial's pussy until she had a good orgasm and tried to pull all the hair
out of my head.  Maybe it was more like her loving me.  She had jacked me
off and then given me a blow-job so my semen was in her tummy instead of
her pussy.

   "Well, if we can't tease Dad or Kerry about it, I'm certainly not going
to tease Mom," Arial said.  "I'm just glad she finally got her turn with
him.  What do you suggest we say?"

   "Just say `Have a pleasant evening' and smile," I suggested.  "We all
know what they're going to do.  I don't think it's that unusual after what
we've all done.  Why make a big deal about it?"

   "Couldn't I tease Kerry just a tiny little bit?" questioned Arial,
looking at me and grinning.

   "I'll spank your little butt if you do," I said.  "I'll spank it `til
it's nice and red and you're crying and then I'll make love to you."

   "Please do, Daddy," Arial said, in a little girl's voice.

   Kavan poured four cups of coffee and stood listening.  I could tell he
was thinking about something.

   "Be serious, Arial," Kathryn said.  "I think the guys are right.  We
know what they're going to do.  Let's all just be on our best behavior,
especially with Siobhan."

   "Ok, but will you guys just tell me one thing?" Arial asked.  "Have
either of you fantasized about making love to Mom?"

   I looked at Kavan.  I didn't know about him but I knew I'd fantasized
about doing it with Siobhan for years.

   "I have," I said being honest.  "But I've never tried to get her to do
it with me it.  She's more like a mother to me, more than my real mom."

   "I have too," Kavan said.  "Shit, I'm like Kerry.  I've fantasized about
making love to lots of women.  Dad says that's normal and I think it is
too. I'm not ashamed of it."

   "Have you ever thought about you two getting together and making love to
Mom at the same time?" Arial asked.  She bent over her two pancakes and
started cutting them up.  "Pass the pancake syrup, please," she said
without looking up.

   I passed her the syrup and then looked at Kavan.  I hadn't thought of
that.  Together?  It sounded like something that might be lots of fun.  I
chose not to incriminate myself by answering and neither did Kavan.  I
suppose our grins were evidence enough.

   "Have either of you thought about what Arial and I might be doing with
Kieran while you two are getting it on with Siobhan?" Kathryn asked.  She
started eating too and just sat there chewing and waiting for our answers.

   Kavan and I both looked at her.  The two of them?  Together?  With
Kieran?  I hadn't thought anything about it.  I never expected it to
happen.

   "What do you mean?" Kavan asked.

   "What's sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose," Kathryn said.  "Is
that the way it goes?  I mean Arial and I might just like to get it on with
Kieran."

   "Now?" I said like a dummy.  "You mean while you're pregnant?"

   "Of course not, Silly," Arial said.  "I mean sometime after we get out
of baby-making mode.  I mean...I didn't say we wanted to do it with Dad.  I
was just wondering what you'd think."

   "Yeah, like on their silver wedding anniversary," Kathryn said.  "That's
coming up soon.  You two could give Siobhan a present while Arial and I
give Kieran one."

   We all looked at each other grinning.  It was a quite a fantasy, I
suppose.  I had never thought of it.  I wondered if we would really do it.

   "I don't know if Dad would be OK with you two jumping his boner, I mean,
his bones," Kavan said, then looked at me.  "Do you and Arial know what Dad
did not long after Kathryn came back from New York with me?"

   "I suppose I don't," I said, looking at Arial.  "Do you know what he's
talking about."

   "No," Arial said.  "What happened?"

   "About a month after Kathryn came back from New York with me, Dad asked
me and Kathryn to go for a walk with him, you know, like we do sometimes
when we've got something important to talk about," Kavan said.  "While we
were sitting at the picnic table at the crest of the hill, Dad apologized
to me and Kathryn.  He said he never should have had sex with Kathryn.  He
said he loved us and wanted us to be happy together.  He said he was sorry
if he had hurt our relationship by doing it with her and he wanted us to
forgive him."

   "Arial, I wish you could have been there," Kathryn said.  "You'd have
been proud of your father.  He had tears in his eyes and he had a hard time
talking to us.  I told him he wasn't responsible for me and Kavan almost
breaking up.  Kavan told him the same thing."

   "Why did he think he was responsible?" Arial asked.  "We were all kind
of wild and stupid that night.  I told Brad about it and you know what he
said."

   I answered for Arial.  "Yeah, I said it again.  This Stuart family's
going to take some getting used to."

   "He thought Kavan had been jealous of him having sex with me," Kathryn
said.  "He thought that was part of what made us almost split up."

   "Well, was it?" Arial asked.

   "No, it wasn't," Kavan said.  "I told him it wasn't.  He said he'd
always believed it was and he wasn't ever going to have sex with Kathryn
again.  That's why I think your anniversary plans won't work."

   "I'll bet it would work if all four of us went to them together and told
them what we wanted to do," Kathryn said.  "We're all adults now and
they've got to let us be responsible for our actions."

   "I still think it's a nice fantasy," Arial said.  "If the four of us
agree, then I don't see why they'd tell us no.  We all know they like sex
just as much as we do."

   "Let's quit dreaming about that and get back to reality," Kavan said,
looking at me.  "Are you and Arial OK with us getting together tonight? 
Kathryn says she is.  I thought we might start by bathing you and shaving
your legs.  Maybe I'll let Brad shave Kathryn's and I'll shave Arial's.  Do
either of you have any problem with swapping a little bit?"

   Arial looked at Kathryn and they both broke out in big grins.

   "Oh, I don't think we'll mind swapping while you guys...shave our legs,"
she said.  "Do you, Kathryn?"

   "No, I guess not," she said.  "I'll even let Brad...bathe me."

   <><><>

   (ARIAL)

   After lunch, Kavan and Brad wanted to do some yard work, repairing one
of the paths we'd made before we moved into the new house.  They went
upstairs, came back down in old sneakers, shorts, and sweatbands, and went
down the stairs to the basement.

   Kathryn and I decided to watch a movie together.  It had been a while
since I'd seen Shakespeare in Love so I suggested that one.  Kathryn
approved so we sprawled out in our recliners.  I liked being able to rest
for an hour or so after lunch and I suppose Kathryn did too.  The double
doors leading out to the deck were open and I occasionally heard Brad and
Kavan talking.

   The deck off the great room was cantilevered out from the house and was
overhung by the deck for the bedrooms above.  We'd realized soon after we
moved in that the bottom deck would be a lot more usable if it was enclosed
so our four guys had screened it.

   The movie was almost over when we heard Brad yelling.  I left Kathryn
watching, went out on the deck, and looked through the screen.  Brad and
Kavan were working on the path just downhill from the house.  They were
using big pry bars to move rocks again.  They still had on sneakers and
sweat bands but their shorts seemed to have disappeared.  I watched for a
minute and then decided I'd better invite Kathryn to watch the show.

   I stuck my head back in the great room and told Kathryn to come look. 
She heaved herself out of her recliner and waddled out on the deck with me.
We stood and watched our men working, in just sneakers and sweat bands, and
forgot all about the movie.

   "When our four guys were first making the paths around the house, they
had on sneakers and shorts and sweatbands," I said.  "Did I ever tell you
about it?"

   "I don't think so," Kathryn answered.  "That was while I was in New
York, wasn't it?"

   "Uh, huh," I answered, looking at our two guys bent over, showing their
butts.

   "And Siobhan was pregnant with Alana?"

   "Yeah," I said.  We watched Brad straighten up and scratch his balls and
then Kavan did the same thing.  I wondered why ball scratching seemed to be
contagious.  Men are so funny.

   "Yeah, they got all sweaty moving rocks and stuff and Mom and I were
watching them and wishing they'd lose their shorts.  We were talking about
how sexy they were.  She said she'd had fantasies about all four of them
more than once.  I told her how I'd almost raped poor Brad one night while
fantasizing about Kavan and Kerry.

   "Well, I'm having a fantasy about what we're going to do tonight,"
Kathryn said.  "Are you going to tell me what caused you to have one about
Kavan and Kerry and then take it out on poor Brad?  I feel so sorry for
him, almost being raped."

   I told her how I'd gone downstairs to turn off the television and had
seen Kavan and Kerry in bed naked and how Kavan had a big hard-on standing
up over his stomach and Kerry's dick was almost as hard and almost as big.
I started wishing they'd wake up and pull me in the bed with them and both
fuck me.  Then I went back upstairs to Brad and woke him up by sucking his
dick and then he'd fucked me and I wasn't satisfied so I'd got him hard
again and then I'd ridden him until I got mine.

   "I love riding Kavan like that, with his big dick stuck all the way up
in me and I just wiggle around on it until I come," Kathryn said.

   We both giggled and then we stood there watching our two naked men while
I told her about that Saturday afternoon, how Mom and I had watched our
four men working and she had told me she had fantasies about having sex
with Kavan and Kerry and Brad.  I didn't tell her what Kavan did with Kiki
that night.  I knew Kavan had told her about Kiki but I didn't know how
much he had told her.

   The guys started back uphill, lugging all their tools.  I knew they were
coming back into the house through the basement and up the stairs.  The
movie was over but I didn't care if I'd missed part of it.  Kathryn and I
had enjoyed a better show.

   "Do you really think we could help Mom realize her fantasy?" I asked. 
"I know Brad would like to make love to her.  Do you think Kavan would do
it too, you know, both of them at the same time."

   "I think we could convince him," Kathryn said, "especially if you and I
are busy with Kieran.  He may think he's never going to make love to me
again but I think he just might.  Are you sure you really want to do it
with your Dad?"

   "Yeah, just once, me and you together," I replied.  "We'll give him
something to remember for the rest of his life."

   "Are we just being silly, Arial?" Kathryn asked.  "Here we are, two fat
pregnant women, dreaming about making love with your father.  You've never
done it with him before."

   "I know," I answered.  "I'd like to though, just once."

   "Well, I don't know about you but I'm going to get fucked tonight,"
Kathryn said.  "Do you really want to swap husbands with me?"

   "Uh, huh, but I want to get fucked twice.  Do you think they'll be able
to get it up twice?"

   "I think we might able to help them," Kathryn said, giggling.  "Do you
want Brad first or would you prefer Kavan?"

   "I don't care," I answered, giggling too.  "Either way they're going to
get sloppy seconds, aren't they?"

   <><><>

   (KATHRYN)

   When Kavan and Brad came up the stairs from the basement, Arial and I
were both in the kitchen drinking our third glass of milk for the day. 
They came up the stairs with nothing on but sneakers, still dripping with
sweat, both covered in dirt except where the sweat had washed it away. 
They were also about as masculine sexy as possible, with their balls
hanging down halfway to their knees and their dicks swinging like
pendulums.

   Kavan grabbed the milk jug, turned it up, drank thirstily, and then
handed it to Brad.  He chug-a-lugged the rest of it, wiped his mouth on the
back of his hand, and gave a deep sigh.

   "What happened to your shorts?" Arial asked.  "That old woman on the
next ridge was probably out bird-watching with her binoculars again."

   "Shit, I don't care if she sees my red-headed woodpecker," Kavan said.

   "We sweated through them," Brad said.  "Kavan took his off so I just
followed his example.  I like being naked when I'm working outdoors.  It's
something the Stuart family taught me."

   "Brad dared me to do it," Kavan said.

   "Did not!" Brad exclaimed, just like a little boy with his brother.

   "Did too!" Kavan said, and made a face at Brad, just like another little
boy.

   "Arial, would you fix me a big glass of iced tea," Brad asked.  He stuck
his tongue out at Kavan.  "I'm too dirty to touch anything."

   "Yeah, fix two while you're at it," Kavan said, and showed Brad his
finger.

   Arial and I just stood still looking at them.  "Are you two little boys
through?"

   They both grinned and nodded to her.

   She dug two big cups out of the plastic drawer, filled them with ice,
and then opened the refrigerator.

   "Do you want sweetened or unsweetened?" she asked.

   "Unsweetened," Brad said, and then changed his mind.  "No, wait, I could
use some energy.  Make it sweetened."

   "Me too, and fill the cups all the way up with ice." Kavan said.

   I filled the cups with ice and Arial poured their tea and then we
watched while they drank and drank and drank.  I didn't see how they could
hold so much but they did.  When they'd drained the last, Kavan gave a big
sigh of satisfaction and then looked at us.

   "We're going take a shower and then rest a few minutes," he said.  "Do
you ladies have anything planned for the rest of the afternoon?"

   "No, nothing much," Arial answered.  "We thought we might leave it up to
you guys to think of something."

   "Well, just hang loose," Brad said.  "We'll be back down in about thirty
minutes and maybe we'll do something together."

   Arial and I crawled back in our recliners and turned the TV on.  She
gave me the remote and I started flipping.  About thirty minutes later, I
heard them come down the stairs and walk across the floor behind our
chairs. They didn't say anything; they just walked around so they stood
between us and the TV.  I used the remote to turn off the TV and then
looked at them.

   They were both squeaky clean, freshly shaved, with their hair neatly
combed.  Both were naked except for one thing.  Each had on a black tuxedo
bow tie.  Each also each had an erect penis standing straight out from his
body.  It was the second time I'd seen them like that.  The first time was
after the opera.

   "I thought you returned your bow ties when you returned your tuxedos," I
said.  "It's been what...a year and a half since the opera?  Why have you
kept them?"

   "We both returned our tux," Brad said.  "Kavan said he wanted to keep
his bow tie so he could remember that night.  I decided I'd keep mine too."

   "Yeah, that night was worth remembering and I don't mean the opera,"
Kavan said, grinning.

   <><><>

   (KAVAN)

   We were just finishing dinner on a Friday night when Mom and Dad laid it
on us.  They surprised us with tickets to the opera, four seats in the
dress circle of the balcony, the most expensive in the house.  They were
for the Friday night opening performance of Carmen.  Dad also gave me a
card from Regal Formal Wear, good for two tuxedo rentals.  Mom gave Kathryn
and Arial another card.  I showed them the card for me and Brad and I
looked at theirs.  Theirs was good for rental of two formal gowns at the
same place.  We were all speechless.

   "I don't guess there's any way we can turn you down, is there?" I
finally managed to ask.

   Dad was adamant.  "Nope, it's a done deal.  You four are going to occupy
those seats next week.  You're going to see me and Kerry dressed up like
Spanish soldiers and you're going to hear Jack Coleman singing in the
chorus.  You're going to get cultured, whether you want to or not."

   Mom was on his side.  "Kavan, those are our seats you'll be sitting in,
ours and Lauren's and Jack's.  Lauren and I are helping with costume
changes.  Jack has a small role as a bandit where he actually sings by
himself and he's in the chorus the rest of the time.  Kerry will be a
Spanish soldier first and a bandit later.  Your Dad will be a Spanish
sergeant and will sing in the chorus.  You four are going to enjoy the
opera.  Carmen's a great intro to opera for you."

   "Who's going to take care of Alannah?" I asked.

   "She's spending the night with Stuart and Joanne," Mom said.  "She's all
excited about it.  She and Kieran Lee have already been making plans on
what they're going to do."

   "Damn, there goes another good excuse," Brad said.

   Kerry was on their side as well.  "You are all going to love it.  I
thought I'd hate it when Dad asked me to be a soldier.  It's got some
really great music in it and the best part is when Carmen gets stabbed."

   <><><>

   We did love it.  Well, maybe I didn't exactly love it but I'll admit I
liked it.

   The four of us decided that we'd dress the way Mom and Dad wanted us to
and try to be as elegant as we possibly could.

   Brad and I wore matching black tuxedos with white shirts and not a touch
of color anywhere except for the cummerbunds.  I wore a dark red one which
Kathryn said matched my hair.  Brad wore a blue one which Arial said
matched his underwear.

   Arial and Kathryn wore nearly-identical long gowns which showed the tops
of their breasts almost down to their nipples and then had a shawl on their
shoulders in case they wanted to cover up.  Arial's gown was ivory colored
and Kathryn's was rose.  The gowns were cinched in just under their breasts
and were loose and flowing below.  They both wore cloaks, yeah, cloaks,
black ones which covered them from the neck down and even had a hood.  I
thought they were crazy but, when Brad and I removed their cloaks in the
lobby of the theatre, everybody was looking at us.  I felt like a
red-headed penguin going up the stairs to the balcony but I managed to act
dignified.  I knew Brad was as ill at ease as I was but he managed to hide
it too.  At least I had the most beautiful girl in the world on my arm. 
Maybe Brad's girl was just as beautiful.  I wouldn't want to argue the
point.

   After the opera, we were invited to a reception for the cast.  We didn't
think we'd know anybody at the reception but we were wrong.  We saw Mr. 
and Mrs.  Jack Coleman, otherwise known as Mr.  Jack and Ms.  Lauren,
talking to Dr.  and Mrs.  Weaver, Brad's dad and his wife Genie.  I didn't
feel so out-of-place when I saw them.  Both the guys had on tuxedos and the
ladies had on long gowns like Arial and Kathryn, except not so sexy.  Then
Mom and Dad and Kerry showed up, dressed the same way.  I had seen Dad in a
tux before but I almost didn't recognize Kerry in one.  He was really
handsome in it but I guess all of us guys were.  Mom and Ms.  Lauren and
Genie were elegant in their gowns but Arial and Kathryn were beautiful and
sexy, especially sexy.

   Kerry was holding some long-stemmed roses in his hand and he gave one to
Mom, one to Ms.  Lauren, one to Genie, then one to Arial, and another to
Kathryn.

   "Carmen had too many presented to her when the opera was over," he said.
"I asked her if I could have a few for some beautiful ladies."

   There were lots of people in long gowns and tuxedos but there were also
lots of people dressed in ordinary clothes.  There was a photographer
taking pictures for the opera and Dad got him to take some of all of us. 
Then a day later I saw our pictures plastered all over the Living section
of the newspaper and there was an article, about half as big as the review
of the opera, about how we were dressed.  I didn't find out until months
later that Dad had arranged the whole thing at the opera company's request.
They wanted to use the pictures of us in their opera brochure for the next
season.

   <><><>

   We finally got home from the opera and reception just before one o'clock
in the morning.  I don't think any of us were ready for sleep.  We didn't
want the magic to end.  At the front door, I knew it was time to begin the
scenario that Brad and I had planned.

   "Come on, Brad," I said.  "Let's use the bathroom down here.  We'll let
the ladies use the bathrooms upstairs."

   We had all stood in line at the opera to pee during the second
intermission.  The ladies' line was out the restroom door and I was afraid
that Kathryn and Arial wouldn't get to pee before the intermission was
over. The gentlemen's line was shorter and Brad and I peed and then waited
on them.  We made it back to our seats just as the lights dimmed.

   "Well, we're going to get out of these gowns before we pee," Arial said.
"Then we're going to take a quick shower.  Come on up when you're through.
We'll both be in our bedroom."

   We watched Arial and Kathryn as they went up the stairs to our bedrooms
and then started getting out of our tuxedos.  We both stripped down to skin
and then put on one thing we'd just taken off - the bow ties.

   "How do I look?" Brad asked.

   "Like a waiter in a nudist restaurant," I answered.  "You didn't tell
Arial, did you?"

   "Nope, Do you think they suspect anything?" he asked.

   "I don't know," I answered.  "Are you sure you and Arial are OK with us
swapping."

   "Yeah!  We've talked it over," he said.  "We're both ready to try to be
like you and Kathryn, you know, like you two swapping with Stuart and
Joanne.  Are you sure you and Kathryn are OK with it?"

   "Yeah, we're OK.  She said it was about time you two had a little fun
with somebody else.  Stuart and Joanne will be glad to issue you an
invitation any time.  Luke and Rachael have said more than once they'd like
for you and Arial to play with them.  I think you can take your pick of
either couple for starters.  Maybe we'll even swap with you again."

   "Are you sure you want to make love with your sister?" Brad asked.  "And
are you sure you don't mind me making love with Kathryn?"

   "I'm sure," I said.  "You know we're not going to steal each other's
wives.  They're already talking about babies and you're going to have to do
the deed with Arial and I'll do it with Kathryn."

   "You're not mad or hurt because we started with Kerry, are you?" he
asked.

   "Naah, he's not but fifteen and he's not getting any right now as far as
I know," I said.  "Anyway, I know how close he and Arial are.  I've never
been jealous of their relationship."

   "Are you sure you can keep it up for Arial?" he teased.

   "What do you mean?" I asked in return.

   "Well, I know Kieran let you and Kerry fool around with her while you
were growing up as long as you didn't try to get your dick in her pussy. 
Do you think you can do it now?"

   "Do you think you can do it with Kathryn?  I'll warn you, she can be a
ball buster at times.  She may just eat you alive."

   "Well, at least I'll die happy.  Do you want to surprise them with
hard-ons?" he asked.  He reached down and wrapped his hand around his dick.
It looked like it was just about ready to stand up.

   "Yeah, I like that idea," I said, and walked over directly in front of
him.  I pushed his hand off his dick, wrapped my hand around it, and
started stroking it.  He just stood there grinning at me.

   "Well, damn, Brad, can't you return the favor?" I said.

   "I can do better than that," he said.

   He moved closer to me and then reached down and pulled my dick up until
it was underneath his.  He started sliding his hand slowly back and forth,
jacking both of us at once.  We stood there, foreheads touching, and
watched.  Within a minute or so, we were both fully erect

   "Brad, do you trust me?" I asked.

   "Yeah, why do you ask?"

   "Because Kathryn and I want to teach you and Arial something new,
something I don't think you've ever done before."

   "I trust you.  You and Kathryn know what we like," he said.  "No S and
M. No anal sex.  I imagine anything else will be OK with us."

   "Well, come on, let's go upstairs.  You're about to get an education in
more ways than one."

   We went up the stairs and turned toward their bedroom, his and Arial's.
The door was partially closed and when we pushed it open, we were the ones
who were surprised.

   Arial and Kathryn were lying on their king-size bed, side by side.  They
were both naked except for the shawls they had worn to the opera.  The
shawls were not over their shoulders; they were draped across their hips.
The crowning touches were the long-stemmed roses.  They both had the stem
of a rose clenched in their teeth.

   I crawled on the bed, straddled Kathryn, and took the shawl off her hips
and the rose out of her teeth.  I stripped the bud from the stem, crumpled
the bud in my hands, and then let the petals fall on her stomach and
between her legs.  When I looked to the side, Brad was straddling Arial and
following my example.  I looked down at Kathryn, red rose petals on her
stomach and her dark pubic hair, and silently mouthed the words, "I love
you, Kathryn." She smiled at me and mouthed the words, "I love you too,
Kavan."

   "I love you, Arial Weaver," Brad said out load.  "I'll even say it loud
enough for the whole world to hear me."

   "I love you too, Brad Weaver," she answered.  "I don't care if the whole
world hears it as long as I do."

   I moved back down on the bed, gently kneed Kathryn's legs apart, flopped
on my belly between them, and raised and spread them.  I kissed and licked
my way up the inside of one thigh and then the other and then rubbed my
face between her legs.  I glanced up long enough to see that she was
smiling down at me and then I used my thumbs to stretch her pussy wide
open. I brought my face against it and licked her from her just above her
brown pucker all the way to her belly button, including her rose petals.  I
heard her suck in her breath and hold it so I did it again.  And again. 
Then I glanced at Brad and Arial long enough to see that he was doing the
same thing to her.  I quit thinking about them and surrendered to the sight
and smell and taste of Kathryn's cunt.

   After a couple of minutes, I remembered we were going to swap.  I
straightened up, touched Brad on the shoulder, and pointed at Kathryn.  He
grinned at me and we swapped partners.  I pushed Arial's legs up and apart
until her wet pussy was grinning at me and then licked her from just above
her pink pucker to her little belly button.  She smelled and tasted a
little different from Kathryn but it was still the unbelievably
cock-hardening smell and taste of cunt.  I shut my eyes and kept on licking
her.

   "Brad, don't make me come yet, please," I heard Kathryn plead.  "Let me
and Arial do you guys for a while, OK?"

   I lifted my head and looked to the side.  Brad looked like his face had
grown attached to Kathryn's pussy.  I didn't know what he was doing but,
when I glanced up at Kathryn's face, it was clear she loved it.  I tapped
him on the shoulder and he straightened up and looked at me.

   "Whassup?" he said.  His nose and lips and chin were wet and shining.

   Before I could answer him, Kathryn rolled over toward Arial and
whispered something in her ear.  Arial immediately started giggling and so
did Kathryn.

   "What's so funny?" Brad asked.

   Arial stopped giggling long enough to tell us.  "She said if Don Jose
had known how to use his tongue like Brad, Carmen would have been his
forever."

   "Well, I want to see if Kathryn and I can teach you two something," I
said.  I looked at Kathryn and then continued.  "Do you remember what we
taught Stuart and Joanne at the cabin?  I'd like to teach Brad and Arial
the same thing."

   "You don't think they already know how to do it?" she questioned,
grinning.

   "Maybe they know how but I don't think they've ever done it," I said. 
"When they told us what they did with Kerry when they went to Atlanta, they
didn't mention it.  I don't think they know about it."

   "OK, but how can we tie him down?" she asked.

   Brad gave me a look that told me that wasn't about to happen.  Arial
just looked puzzled.

   "We don't need to," I said.  "Just let him get in the middle of the bed
and close his eyes.  He can pretend he's tied down."

   "What are you two talking about?" Brad asked.

   "It's something you're going to like, Brad," Kathryn answered him.

   "Yeah, and then we're going to do something Arial will like," I said,
looking at Kathryn.

   "Like?" Kathryn giggled.  "She's going to love it."

   "Are you sure you trust me, Brad?" I asked.

   "Yeah, I guess so."

   "Then get in the middle of the bed, on your back, legs spread a little,
hands on your stomach, eyes closed.  Pretend you're tied down and
blindfolded."

   When he was settled, Kathryn immediately straddled one of his legs, with
her butt just below his knee, and motioned for Arial to sit on the other
leg.  As soon as Arial was in place, Kathryn leaned over, held Brad's dick
up straight, and wrapped her lips around it.  While she was sucking on the
head, she held his dick in one hand and played with his hairy balls with
the other.  When she slid her lips up and down on his dick, she did it slow
and easy, just enough to keep him hot and wanting but not enough to make
him come., Through it all, Brad just lay there with his eyes closed, his
hands on his stomach, and a big smile on his face.

   After a minute or so, I crawled up between Brad's legs on my knees, put
my hand on Arial's back, and pointed at Brad.  She understood.  She touched
Kathryn on the shoulder and, when she straightened up, Arial leaned over
and started slowly and gently sucking his dick, just like Kathryn had been
doing.

   A minute or so later, I touched her on the shoulder and she straightened
up and looked at Kathryn.  I suppose she thought that Kathryn was going to
take another turn.  I took Kathryn's hand in mine and put it on Brad's
dick, so he'd feel a woman's hand on it.  Then I leaned over and took a
turn sucking his dick.  I was just as easy and gentle as Arial and Kathryn
had been.  I didn't want Brad to come, especially not in my mouth.

   When I stopped and motioned for Kathryn to take a turn, Arial was
looking at me like she couldn't believe what I'd done.  I suppose she was
surprised because I'd never done that with Brad before.  We rotated around
a couple of times and then I decided it was time to let Brad in on what had
been happening.

   "Brad, open your eyes," I said.  I waited until he lifted his head off
the pillow and looked at the three of us, Arial and Kathryn still sitting
on his legs and me kneeling between them.

   "Brad, who's been sucking your dick?" I asked.

   He looked puzzled.  "Arial and Kathryn?"

   "Who's in the bed with you?" Kathryn asked.

   "You and Arial and Kavan," he answered and then looked directly at me.

   "Have you been doing it too?" he asked, with a serious look on his face.

   I nodded.  He looked at Arial and she grinned and nodded.  He looked at
Kathryn and she grinned and nodded.  He looked back at me and then slowly
smiled like he had known all along that I was sucking his cock too.

   "Did you know I was doing it too?" I asked.

   "Yeah, I knew.  I'm not stupid, you know.  I figured something was up
when you wanted me to pretend I was blindfolded," he said.  "I didn't have
my eyes closed all the way.  I watched you doing it.  You're just as good
as Kathryn and Arial."

   Arial and Kathryn both started giggling.  I felt a little foolish.  I
said the only thing I could think of to say, "Damn,"

   "Are you ready to let me and Arial and Kathryn do you?" Brad asked.

   "Yeah, but are you sure you want to suck my dick?" I asked.  "It might
make you turn queer."

   "Shit, Kavan, I'm not worried about that," he said.  "The day you turn
me on like Arial does is the day I'll worry about it.  Kerry and I do it to
each other sometimes when he plays with me and Arial.  We all know it
hasn't made him gay and it sure as hell hasn't made me that way."

   "Well, there's a reason why I did it," I said.  "You three can do it to
me and then Kathryn and I want to show you something.  Arial is going to
love it.  But you can't do it if you've got hang-ups about getting your
mouth on another guy's dick.

   As soon as I was in the middle of the bed, Arial straddled one of my
legs, Kathryn sat on the other, and Brad knee-walked up between my legs.  I
put my hands behind my head, kept my eyes open to watch, and let the three
of them do me.  I suppose when a guy has a hard-on, it doesn't matter
whether it's a man or a woman sucking his dick.  I didn't really care.  It
was damn good no matter who was doing it.  After a few minutes, when they'd
all had a couple of turns, I sat up and stopped them.

   "Brad, are you and Arial ready for something new?" I asked.

   Brad looked at Arial and she nodded.  "She says she's ready so I guess
we are.  That's why we're here tonight, to play with you two and maybe
learn something new."

   "OK, now remember, we want to show you and Arial something where you've
got to be OK with getting your mouth on another guy's dick.  Arial will
enjoy it more than you but you'll like it too.  After we do you and Arial,
the two of you can do me and Kathryn, OK?"

   At my instructions, Brad got in the center of the bed, close to the
foot, with his legs bent and spread, and his feet on the floor.  I stuffed
a pillow under his head and then held out my hand to Arial.  She looked at
me like she didn't understand what I wanted her to do.

   "Straddle Brad," I said.  "Kneel over his dick so your calves are next
to his waist.  When you've got his dick in your pussy, lean back and hold
on to your ankles."

   Arial started to straddle Brad with her face toward his but Kathryn made
her turn the other way, toward the foot of the bed.  When Arial was settled
on Brad's dick, I threw a pillow down on the floor at the foot of the bed
and got down on my knees.  Brad's dick was about half buried in Arial's
pussy and his balls were hanging low between his legs.  Arial's pussy was
stretched tight around his dick and, at the top, I saw her little clit just
peeking out from under its hood.

   "Let me go first, Kavan," Kathryn said.  "I want to suck Brad's hairy
balls."

   I moved over to one side and let her get in place.  "Just don't get his
hair in your teeth," I said.

   I suppose she wanted to give Brad a thrill first.  She had trouble doing
it but she slowly sucked one of his balls into her mouth.  She gently
tugged on it, released it, and then repeated the performance with the
other. Next she licked one of his balls, then up on the shaft of his dick
and, at the same time, the lips of Arial's pussy, all the way up to her
clit.  I heard a hissed intake of breath from Arial and a groan from Brad.
Then she licked his other ball, up to where Arial's labia were stretched
around his dick, and all the way to her clit again.  I knew from doing it
with Kathryn and Joanne how a woman felt when she had a big dick stretching
her pussy and a tongue licking her clit at the same time.  They both said
it made them have the most intense orgasms ever.

   I leaned over to Kathryn and whispered to her, "Don't lick her clit.  We
don't want her to come yet.  You get her hot and wanting it.  Then let me
do it and I'll give her a really big O."

   "OK," she whispered back.  "Are you going to stuff me and let Brad and
Arial have their turn?"

   "Yeah, that's the idea," I whispered.

   "Brad, don't just lay there like you're dead," I said out loud.  "You're
such a fuck up; maybe you could wiggle your ass and move your dick in and
out of Arial a little."

   "Yes, sir," Brad said.  "I'm not dead yet," imitating the guy in Monty
Python.  He started moving, gently fucking up into Arial.

   I let Kathryn play a little longer while I watched Arial's face and
breathing and tried to judge when she was about to come.  When I saw her
smile start turning into a grimace, I thought she was on the verge so I
pulled Kathryn away from her.

   I got between Brad's legs and leaned over with my face inches away from
where the two of them were joined together.  Brad was still flexing his
pelvis and slowly fucking upward into Arial's pussy.  I watched for a
little while, without doing anything except blowing my breath at Arial's
clit.  I wanted her to cool off a little so I could get her all hot again
and then make her go off like she was having a seizure.

   After a minute or so, I started licking where the two of them were
joined: Brad's balls, the shaft of his dick, and the lips of Arial's pussy.
Each time I stopped tantalizingly close to Arial's clit.  Finally, I licked
up one more time, to her clitoris this time, and fastened my lips on it.  I
tried to suck it into my mouth and then I licked it as hard as I could. 
She responded like a wildcat, grabbed me by my hair, and pulled me so
tightly against her that my nose was buried in her pubic hair.  I kept my
mouth on her clit and kept sucking on it while she whined and groaned and
carried on like she was dying.
After a minute or so of just sitting on Brad, unwinding from coming,
Arial rolled off him, crawled up on the bed, flopped face down in a pillow,
and said, "I'm dead." Brad moved up beside her, flopped down on his back,
and said, "I'm not dead yet." His dick was hovering over his stomach, all
red and shining.  He looked like a man who was very much alive and ready

for some serious fucking.

   "Kavan, get in the bed beside Brad," Kathryn said.  "Let me keep you and
Brad entertained until he and Arial are ready to return the favor,"

   I stretched out next to Brad and looked at my dick and then at his. 
Mine was just as bone-hard as his and was standing up a few inches over my
stomach.  I knew I was ready for some serious fucking too but I was
determined to hold back until Brad and Arial ate Kathryn's stuffed pussy. I
made up my mind that as soon as Kathryn got her big O, I was going to have
my dick in Arial's pussy for the first time in my life.

   "Remember, Brad," I said, quoting from Monty Python.  "Every sperm is
sacred, every sperm is great, if a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate."

   Kathryn looked at me like I'd lost my mind.  Arial lifted her head and
looked at me with just as much puzzlement.

   "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, "What I should have said is: Don't waste your
sperm in Kathryn's mouth.  You've got to deposit them in Arial's pussy,
right up there at her cervix, so they think they can get to her egg."

   "That's OK, Kavan," Brad said, and quoted from the chorus again.  "Every
sperm is wanted, every sperm is good, every sperm is needed in your
neighborhood."

   Arial and Kathryn were still looking at us like we'd lost it.  I just
said "Monty Python" and they understood.

   One Saturday afternoon last winter, while Mom and the girls were
shopping, Brad and Kerry and I had talked Dad into watching Monty Python's
"The Meaning of Life" with us.  We'd all agreed it was one of the best
movies we'd ever seen.

   "We're in agreement then," I continued.  "We've got to deposit our sperm
in their pussies, not in their mouths, not on their breasts or bellies or
anywhere except in their pussies."

   "OK, I agree.  Can I squirt mine in Kathryn?" Brad asked.

   "Yeah, and I'm going to deposit a big load in Arial," I said.

   "You hear that, Arial?" Brad turned his head and said in her direction.
"Kavan wants to squirt a little semen on your cervix.  Is that alright with
you?"

   "I'm dead," she whispered, still unmoving.  "I can't stop him."

   Chapter Seventy-Five

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart,
48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4

   Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23

   Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21

   Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17

   Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee
Andersen, 5

   Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor
Bridges, 5

   TELLING THE STORY

   Kavan Stuart, Kathryn Stuart, Brad Weaver, Arial Weaver

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   (KAVAN)

   "I'm dead," she whispered, still unmoving.  "I can't stop him."

   Kathryn straddled my left leg and Brad's right, took our dicks in her
hands, and then leaned over and started sucking dick, starting with me and
then Brad.  She wasn't trying to make either of us come, just keeping us
hot and ready and enjoying it.  Brad and I lay there with our hands on our
stomachs and let Kathryn have her way with us.  Arial finally lifted her
head and looked to see what we were doing.

   "Eating stuffed pussy ought to be outlawed," she said, groaning.  "I
think I almost had a heart attack."

   "I told you you'd like it," Kathryn said, and then went back to sucking
dick.

   Arial just lay there, propped up on one elbow, and watched for a while.
Brad and I just lay there enjoying what Kathryn was doing.  Kathryn just
kept on sucking dick and didn't have anything else to say.

   "Arial, do you want to help me eat Kathryn's stuffed pussy," Brad asked.
"I think I know how to do it by myself if you want to rest."

   "You start and I'll just watch for a minute," she answered.  "I want to
see what it looks like and then maybe I'll take a turn."

   I was ready.  I moved down to the foot of the bed, legs spread and bent,
feet on the floor, and held out my hand to Kathryn.  She quickly straddled
me, facing toward my feet, and encunted my dick.  Her pussy was so hot and
drooling that my dick slid in with no effort on my part.  She leaned
forward, wiggled her ass from side to side, and I felt every inch of my
dick swallowed up by her pussy.  She just sat there for a minute or so,
barely moving, while the head of my cock tried to push through her cervix.

   "Oh, fuck," she groaned.  "I love your big dick when it's up in my
throat."

   Brad rolled off the bed and knelt between my legs.  He pushed my knees
farther apart but then didn't do anything.  I suppose he was just looking.
Then Kathryn leaned back and grabbed her ankles with her hands so my dick
slid part way out.  I knew what he was seeing: Kathryn's clit sticking out
from under its hood, a triangle of blood-red pussy under that, then her
labia stretched tight around my dick, and my balls snugged up tight to the
shaft of my dick, all swollen and ready to come.

   "Damn, that looks good enough to eat," Brad said.

   Arial rolled off the bed and stood behind Brad, looking down at where my
dick was partially buried in Kathryn's pussy.

   "Well, go ahead," she said.  "Just leave some for me."

   I started flexing my pelvis slowly and gently, fucking up into Kathryn.
Brad started licking and I felt his tongue on my balls and the shaft of my
dick.  I shut my eyes, kept rolling my hips, and Brad kept licking.  After
a minute or so, he stopped and I felt Arial's hands on my legs and then her
tongue on my balls and dick.  I wondered if they were licking all the way
to Kathryn's clit.

   "Last time we played with Stuart and Joanne, I stuffed her and then
Stuart and Kathryn ate it," I said, still with my eyes shut and flexing my
pelvis so my dick barely slid in and out of Kathryn.  "Then we swapped and
Stuart stuffed Kathryn and let me and Joanne eat it.  Next time, let's do
it that way."

   "Is there going to be a next time?" Arial asked, stopping for a moment.

   "Only if you want to," Kathryn whispered.

   "I want to," she said, and then resumed licking.

   Brad and Arial swapped around and after a while I could hardly tell who
was eating Kathryn's stuffed pussy.  It didn't matter.  They were both good
at it even if they'd never done it before.

   Nobody had anything else to say for a few minutes until Kathryn said
"Oh, shit" about a dozen times and tried to pinch my dick off with her
cunt.

   I waited for her to move off me.  I knew what I was about to do.  When
she finally fell to one side, I sat up and looked at Brad and Arial at the
foot of the bed.

   "Brad, I'm about to make love to your wife," I said.  "Would you mind
making love to mine?"

   "That's not what I want, Kavan," he said.  "I want to fuck the hell out
of Kathryn.  I've been easy and gentle too long.  I want her on her back
with her legs around my butt and then I'm going to pound her fucking ass
through the fucking mattress."

   "Shit, I was just trying to be polite," I said.  "That's a pretty damn
good description of what I want to do to Arial."

   "You can't fuck the hell out of me, Brad Weaver," Kathryn said, mock
contemptuously.  "Kavan's been trying to do that for years and he hasn't
done it yet!"

   "Yeah, but you've never been fucked like I'm going to fuck you," Brad
threatened.

   "Well, you'd better make sure I come again `cause if you don't I'm going
to ride you until I do," Kathryn counter-threatened.  "You think you can
keep it up?"

   Arial crawled up to the head of the bed on one side, laid down on her
back, spread her legs, bent her knees, and held out her arms to me. 
"There's talkers and there's doers.  Come here, Kavan!"

   I didn't need a second invitation.  I crawled up between her legs and on
top of her, held my dick in my right hand, and supported myself with my
left.

   "Hello, little Sister," I whispered softly, looking down at her.

   "Hello, big Brother," she responded, smiling up at me.  "Put it in.  I'm
ready."

   I rubbed the head of my dick up and down between her drooling pussy
lips, found her vagina, and sunk it in up to my balls in one long easy
slide.  Then I eased down on her until my chest was mashing her little
breasts flat and my face was buried in her hair.  She locked her ankles
together over my ass and wrapped her arms around my chest.

   I looked over to one side at Brad and Kathryn and saw that they were
doing the same thing that Arial and I were.  She had her legs around his
ass and her arms around his chest.  He had his face buried in her hair.  I
could hear them whispering but I couldn't make out the words.

   I looked back down at Arial.  She was smiling up at me, her eyes and her
mouth both smiling.

   "When we were kids, I dreamed of doing this so many times, Arial," I
whispered.  "Dad said he trusted me not to do it but I wanted to so much."

   I pulled back a little and pushed in until I felt my balls against her
fanny and then I held still.  It was so damn good.

   "I know, Kavan," she whispered back.  "I wanted you to do it.  I wanted
it so much.  Lots of nights I did myself thinking about you and what your
big dick would feel like in me."

   I pulled back about halfway, then slid in again, wiggled around trying
to get deeper in her, and then stopped again.  It was too fucking good to
stop but I didn't want it to be over too quickly.

   "I'm trying to be still," I whispered.  "I'm too hot for a fuck
to...it's just too good...once I start, my dick's going to take over...and
my brain's going to shut down."

   "That's OK, Kavan.  Let it take over.  I'm ready."

   I tried to be still but my hips started slowly moving.  The feeling of
her hot juicy pussy wrapped around my dick was too much.  In spite of
myself, my hips started moving faster and faster.  In a minute or so, I
lost all consciousness except for the feeling of my cock sliding in and out
of her cunt.  Quickly, all too quickly, I knew I was about to come and I
shoved my cock all the way in and erupted in an orgasm that seemed to last
forever.

   I lay there on top of her, my dick buried to my balls in her, unable to
move, wanting so much not to have to take it out.

   "Kavan, look," Arial whispered in my ear.

   I looked to the side and saw Brad plowing Kathryn.  His hips were
rolling in the same wave-like motion as mine were a few seconds earlier
except that he was slower.  Kathryn's hips were moving to meet his thrusts
and she seemed just as slow and deliberate.  I could see most of the shaft
of Brad's dick when he pulled back.  I knew what he was feeling.  I'd
fucked Kathryn so many times like that, pulling back until the head of my
dick was almost out of her pussy and then slowly easing it back in.  That
was enough to tell me he wasn't close to coming yet.  Arial and I watched
them, all wrapped up in each other, just slowly fucking.

   "They're beautiful together, aren't they?" she asked.  "I've got such a
handsome husband and you've got such a beautiful wife.  I don't mind if
Brad makes love to her."

   "I don't mind either, Arial," I said.  "I'm glad I finally got to make
love to you even if I couldn't last long."

   "Are you through," she asked.  "It doesn't feel like you're finished."

   My dick had lost some of it's stiffness after I came but it was still
engorged enough to hold its shape.  I started moving again, mimicking
Brad's rolling motion, careful not to let my semi-hard dick slip out of
Arial's pussy.  Gradually I felt it regain its stiffness as I pushed it
into her overflowing cunt.  She started fucking back at me, meeting my
thrusts with her own.  Then the world faded away again and I was nothing
but cock moving in cunt.  Nothing else existed.  I lasted longer this time
before I finished emptying my balls in her.  It still wasn't long enough
and I wanted to fuck her again.

   When I looked to the side this time, Brad and Arial had changed
positions.  She was now on top of him with her hands on his shoulders and
his dick buried so deep in her that all I could see was their pubic hair
mashed together.  I knew what she was doing - riding a horse cock, with
that back and forward then up and down motion that rubbed her clit against
the base of Brad's cock.  Brad was lying there with his eyes closed and his
hands on Kathryn's waist while she rode him.  I wondered if he had already
come once doing it with him on top and, if so, how she had got him hard
again so quickly.  Then I realized I'd probably gotten hard again just as
quickly.  The newness of fucking somebody else, especially my sister, had
been quite an aphrodisiac.

   Arial and I watched them until Kathryn evidently got what she wanted,
another good orgasm.  She sat there on Brad for a minute or so, slumped
down over him, and then he lifted her up a few inches and played fuck-up
again, only this time he was shoving his cock upward into her pussy.  It
was easy to see when he came.  He slammed her down on his dick and held her
there, straining to make sure his dick was squirting its semen directly on
her cervix.  I wondered if it was for the first time or the second for him.

   We lay there for a while, me still on top of Arial with my soft dick
still in her pussy, and Kathryn still on top of Brad.  Finally I rolled off
Arial toward the side of the bed and then Kathryn crawled off Brad and lay
down in the middle of the bed beside Arial.  Nobody seemed to have anything
to say.

   Later, we swapped partners again and I spooned up behind Kathryn while
Brad spooned up behind Arial.  We were all facing inward on their king-size
bed.  We lay there talking, being close, loving and being loved, playing
with each other.  Kathryn and Arial both had towels between their legs.  I
was sticky and crusty on my cock and balls and all around but I didn't want
to get up and wash.

   After a while, Kathryn took the towel from between her legs, lifted one
leg, found my semi-tumescent dick, tucked it between her legs, and closed
her legs around it.  With just one or two fingers, she played with the head
and it slowly stiffened again.  When it was hard enough, she tilted her
butt back, pressed upward under my cock, and the head slid into her wet
cauldron.

   I watched Brad and Arial as they did the same thing and they watched me
and Kathryn.  When I started slowly thrusting into Kathryn, Brad did the
same to Arial.  I kept my eyes open, watching them, watching Brad's dick
slide in and out of Arial's pussy, occasionally glancing at their faces.  I
felt Kathryn's fingers touch my dick and I knew she was rubbing her clit so
she would come again.  When I felt her cunt trying to strangle my dick, I
came for the third time in one night, an aching and hurting orgasm that was
so good, I couldn't believe it.

   "That was a good fucking opera," Brad whispered after a few minutes.  "I
never thought it would make me so fucking horny."

   "When do they have another one?" Arial asked.

   "They're doing La Boheme in March," I said.  "Let's go."

   "OK, I'll go if it will affect you guys like this one," Kathryn said.

   The clock-radio beside their bed said it was after four o'clock when we
finally went to the bathroom to pee and wipe up a little and then stumbled
back to bed.  I spooned up to Kathryn and Brad did the same with Arial.  We
all slept, the four of us in their king-size bed, until noon on Sunday.

   <><><>

   (ARIAL)

   "Oh, pooh," I said.  "It was just some silly old opera, wasn't it?  What
was worth remembering about that night?"

   Kathryn and I were still in our recliners, big bellies sticking up,
loose cotton shifts covering us, relaxed and comfortable.  Kavan and Brad
were standing in front of us, both naked except for a tuxedo bow tie, both
showing us a big hard-on with their balls hanging down low.

   "Nothing much," Kavan answered.  "If you've forgotten what I did with
you that night, I'm not going to remind you."

   I looked at him seriously, as though trying to remember, and then slowly
smiled at him.

   "I remember, Kavan," I said.  "It was wonderful.  I don't think Kathryn
and I will ever forget that night.  Are you two as horny now as you were
then?"

   "No, but we thought you two might take pity on your husbands tonight and
let us love you," Brad said.  "We can't do what we did that night but maybe
we could do something if you'll let us.  We'll both like to make love to
both of you."

   "You mean swap partners," Kathryn said.  "I don't know why Kavan wants
to make love to me with this big belly and I certainly don't see why you
would."

   "It's because I love you, Kathryn," Kavan said.  "That's our boy and
girl you're carrying and I'm damn proud to be making a family with you.  I
just love you...oh, shit...what can I say?  I love you, believe me, I love
you."

   "I love you too, Arial Weaver," Brad said.  "I don't understand why it's
so hard for you two to believe we love you when you're pregnant.  Can't you
understand that we want you, want to make love with you?  We can't fake
hard-ons, you know.  Guys don't get them if they're not turned on by a
woman."

   "I believe you," I said.  "It's always nice to hear my husband say he
loves me.  Just try to hang on to that love for the next month or two. 
You're about to have to do without the sex for a while."

   "We know that, Arial," Kavan said.  "Brad and I'll both just choke our
cobras once in a while for relief.  You know we're going to do it and I'm
not ashamed to admit it."

   "Not me, boy.  I'm going to asphyxiate my anaconda," Brad said.

   "Well, the next time you feel like doing that, would you do something
and let me and Kathryn watch," I asked.  "Brad knows what it is.  He and
Kerry have already done it and let me watch."

   Kavan looked at Brad and waited for him to explain.

   "Arial got me and Kerry to play like we were Wild Bill Hitchcock and
Dead Eye Dick and see who could shoot the other the quickest," Brad said.
"We stood about a foot apart and jacked off and shot each other.  She just
sat there watching us do it.  She's weird."

   "I am not," I said.  "It was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. I
liked seeing you two do it."

   "Yeah, I'd like to see that too," Kathryn said.  "You've got to do it
and let us watch."

   Brad and Kavan kept looking at each other.  Maybe they were waiting to
see who would give in first.  Brad did.

   "OK, I'll do it," he said.  "How about it, Kavan?"

   "Yeah, I'll do it, too," he answered, heaving a big sigh.

   "Well, we'll see you guys in a couple of weeks and you're going to put
on a show for us," Kathryn said.

   "You're both going to have to get used to doing without, you know," I
said.  "Kathryn and I have been talking about when to stop having sex with
you.  My due date is about a month away so I think Brad's getting his last
tonight."

   "And my due date is about a week or so later," Kathryn said.  "But I'm
cutting off Kavan tonight too.  I don't want to take any more chances on
him poking that thing in me and causing the twins to come early."

   "Are we all in agreement then, that tonight will be our last time until
after the babies come," I asked.

   Kavan shook his head no.  "Dad said he used his tongue to give Mom a
good orgasm about two weeks before Alannah was born.  Is it OK if we do
that for a while longer?"

   I looked at Kathryn and she shrugged.  "We'll see.  Now, what do you two
want to do for the rest of the afternoon?"

   "We thought we might take you upstairs and bathe you for a start," Kavan
said.  "Maybe shampoo your hair, shave your legs, trim your pussy hair a
little, paint your toe nails, rub your belly with Mother's Friend, rub the
rest of you with some lotion - is that about it, Brad?"

   "Yeah, and then we've got something good to eat tonight and it's not
stuffed pussy," Brad continued.  "It's something we got from Ippolitos. 
It's braciole, Italian-style stuffed steak roll in tomato sauce.  We'll
make us a salad and cook some pasta.  How's that for a romantic dinner?"

   "And after dinner what do you want to do," Kathryn asked.  "Do you guys
really want to swap partners and make love to us like we did after the
opera?"

   "Well, no, not like that," Kavan said.  "We know we've got to be slow
and gentle with you but we would like to swap.  After the opera I guess we
both wanted to fuck both of you, I mean really screw the hell out of you.
Tonight we just want to make love to both of you.  There's a difference,
you know.  We just want to love you."

   "I know," I said, and crooked my finger at Brad.  "But there's something
I want to do first."

   I levered my recliner upright and sat up.  Brad walked over in front of
me and stood there.  I sat there looking at his dick and his balls and I
guess that was a turn on for him.  His dick raised upward a more little
until it was like the lever in the recliner.  I wrapped my hand around it
and pulled his foreskin the rest of the way back.  Pregnant or not, I
wanted so much to feel it in me, with the big head of it lodged against my
cervix and his balls resting on my fanny.  I knew I was going to miss it.

   "Do you think it would be OK if I had a little protein to go with my
glass of milk?" I asked.

   "Don't tempt me, Arial," Brad said.  "Kavan and I have already planned
what we want to do tonight.  I'm going to make love to you and Kathryn and
he's going to do the same thing.  We don't want you two doing something for
us; we want to do something for you."

   Kathryn motioned for Kavan to come to her and I watched as she sat up
and put her hand around his dick.  She pushed his foreskin back and then
kissed his dick right on the head.

   "I'm going to miss you, little fellow," she said, looking at it like she
thought it had enough intelligence to understand.  I watched as she leaned
forward and took the head of his dick in her mouth.

   "Is that its name - little fellow?" I asked.  "It looks kind of big to
me."

   "No, I didn't mean it like that," she said, interrupting what she was
doing long enough to respond.  "I just mean I'm going to miss having it in
my pussy."

   I leaned over to Brad, cupped his balls in my left hand, held his dick
down with my right, and wrapped my lips around the head.  I wanted to make
Brad come in my mouth.  As yucky as it was, I wanted his semen in me, in my
mouth, in my tummy.  I wanted his dick in me, in my pussy, with the head of
it trying to push through my cervix while it squirted out his semen.  I
wanted him on top of me and me underneath him so I could feel his body
against mine.  I knew I was about to have to stop having him like that and
I didn't want it to stop.  I shut my eyes and just kept sucking his dick.

   "Arial, you've got to stop," Brad said, and pulled away from me.  He
held out both hands to me and pulled me upright.

   I felt a sudden case of the weepy-wailies coming on and I hugged up
against Brad and tried to stifle them.  No matter how much I tried, I
couldn't keep from crying and I didn't even know why I was crying.

   "What's wrong, Princess?" Brad whispered.

   "Nothing."

   "Arial, talk to me," he insisted.  "Have I done something wrong?"

   "No, no, no, you haven't done anything wrong.  You've done something
right.  You and Kavan...you've both done something right.  You're trying to
love me and I don't see how you can and I wish this baby would hurry up and
get here so you can really love me the way I want you to and, oh, shit...I
don't know.

   I felt Kavan pressing against me, pointing his dick off to one side so
he could be closer to me and then I felt Kathryn's big belly against me and
I cried a little more.  Finally, I'd cried enough except I couldn't stop
sniffing so I held my head up.

   "Arial, it's alright," Kathryn whispered.  "I understand."

   "Well, I don't," Brad said.

   "I'm sorry," I said.

   "It's OK, Princess," Brad said.  "I love you.  You don't need to
apologize."

   "Let's all go upstairs," Kavan said.  "We've got the bathroom ready for
you.  You two try to be good and let us take care of you."

   Brad held his arm for me, I put my hand on it, and we went up the
stairs, me still sniffing.  Kavan and Kathryn were right behind us.

   When he led me into our bathroom, I was pleasantly surprised.  They'd
brought two aluminum folding chairs from the balcony and covered them with
big bath towels.  They'd stacked a pile of fluffy white towels on the
counter and hung two white robes on the wall.  They had my mp3 player
docked and the music, just the music, not the words, from Carmen was
playing.  They'd even scattered a bunch of lighted candles around.

   Brad and I had the big bedroom with the Jacuzzi in the bathroom.  Kavan
and Kathryn shared the smaller bedroom with the big shower.  As long as
we'd all lived together in the Stuart overflow house, we'd always used both
bathrooms depending upon whether we wanted to shower quickly or soak in the
Jacuzzi.

   "We're going to start by shampooing your hair and bathing you," Brad
said.  "There's not really room for all four of us in the Jacuzzi at one
time so we'll both do one of you while the other one waits.  Who wants to
go first?"

   "Do Kathryn first," I said.  "I'll wait."

   I wasn't entirely being nice to her.  I wanted to watch and see what
they were doing to her.

   "OK, would you like a robe while you wait?" Kavan said.  "We may be a
while.  We're not going to get in a hurry with you."

   I didn't see why I needed a robe since the bathroom was warm but I let
Brad put one on me.  He and Kavan both removed their tuxedo bow ties and
put them on the bathroom counter.  Then Brad led me to a chair and stood
behind me while I got comfortable.  He slipped something over my head, over
my eyes, and I reached up and pulled it down.  It was a black sleeping mask
that I sometimes used when I napped.  He put it back over my eyes.

   "You've got to wear it while we're busy with Kathryn, Princess," Brad
said.  "We've got a few surprises planned for you."

   "Oh, pooh," I said.  "I wanted to watch."

   "You've got to promise not to peek, Arial," Kavan said.  "And, Kathryn,
we want you to be silent too.  Can you do that?"

   "Probably not," I heard her say, "but I'll try."

   "Arial, can you just sit there and not say anything and not peek?" Brad
asked.

   "Are you two going to do me like you do Kathryn?" I asked.

   "Yes," Brad said.  "We're going to shampoo your hair and bathe you, just
like Kathryn."

   "OK."

   They certainly took their time with Kathryn in the Jacuzzi, more than
enough to wash her hair and bathe her.  While they were doing it, nobody
said anything to give away what was happening.  I heard the hand-held
shower spraying.  I heard the music from Carmen playing.  I heard Kavan and
Brad whispering instructions to Kathryn.  I heard some distinct moans and
groans and sigh, from all three of them.  I knew they were doing something
else to Kathryn in addition to shampooing her hair and bathing her.  I
tried to imagine what it was from the sounds they were making but I
couldn't.  Whatever it was, it sounded like Kathryn was enjoying it.

   After a while, I heard them helping Kathryn out of the Jacuzzi and then
drying her off.  Finally, Brad removed my sleep mask and I looked around at
them.  Kathryn was seated in the other chair, wrapped in a white robe, and
was smiling like she knew something I didn't.  Brad and Kavan were still
naked and they still had erections.  I wondered what they'd been doing that
kept them up.

   "Are you ready for your turn, Princess?" Brad asked, holding out his
hands to me.

   I looked at Kathryn and saw her smiling a satisfied smile.  I looked at
Brad and Kavan and they were smiling too.  I knew I was about to get
something more than a bath but I didn't know what.  It didn't matter.  I
put my hands in Brad's and he pulled me upright and helped me step into the
Jacuzzi.

   They put me in the middle of the tub, with Kavan behind me and Brad in
front of me.  Kavan checked the water temperature and then started spraying
me.  The spray was set on some gentle setting and it was just the right
temperature for me.

   "Kavan's going to wet your hair now," Brad said.  "Why don't you close
your eyes and put your hands on my waist so you can keep your balance? 
Then he's going to shampoo your hair and I'm going to wash your face.  Then
we'll rinse you off so you can watch everything else."

   I closed my eyes and surrendered while Brad very gently washed my face
and Kavan also very gently shampooed my hair.  It was almost down to my
waist now, lots longer than Kathryn's but Kavan was slow and patient.

   I felt Brad's dick bumping against my stomach and I knew he was doing it
deliberately.  Then Kavan's dick started poking me in the back and I knew
they'd planned this.  I just kept my eyes shut and enjoyed what they were
doing, including poking me with their dicks.

   "I'm going to rinse now, Arial," Kavan said, and I felt the spray on my
head again.  At the same time, Brad put his hands on my breasts and caught
my nipples between his thumb and one finger.  Then he stooped down and
replaced his thumb and finger on one breast with his mouth.  At the same
time, Kavan pressed his dick against my back and started sliding it up and
down while the warm water cascaded down my back.  Brad reached under my
belly, cupped my pussy in his palm, and slid one long finger between my
labia and into my vagina, Mouth on one nipple, fingers tweaking the other,
finger sliding back and forth in my pussy, hard dick sliding up and down on
my back - all while the warm water sprayed over my head, my shoulders, my
breasts, my back - I moaned with pleasure and realized it was exactly the
sound Kathryn had been making.

   "I'm going to wash your back now, Arial," Kavan said.  "Could you bend
over a little, please?"

   He put his hand in the center of my back and pushed.  I bent over a
little.  He pushed again and I bent over even more.  He pushed again and I
bent more and felt something poking in my face.  I opened my eyes just wide
enough to see that it was Brad's cock and then I closed them again and
opened my mouth.  I held onto his waist with both hands, captured his dick
with my mouth and slid my lips up and down on the head.

   "Spread your legs a little, Arial," Kavan said.  "I'm going to wash your
bottom now."

   He turned the sprayer down over my behind and then used his hand and the
warm water to wash me.  At first, he just gently rubbed my pussy, pressed
his fingers against it until the lips opened, then rubbed some more.  It
felt wonderful but I wondered if his finger was all I was going to get in
me.

   He moved his hand up to my pink pucker and pressed on it.  The warm
water spraying down back there and his fingers sliding and pushing against
me made me groan.  I remembered Kathryn groaning and I wondered if they'd
done her the same way.  Then he pressed harder with just one finger and my
sphincter yielded and his finger slid into me.  I stiffened and tried to
push it out.  I didn't want him to do it.  I wanted Brad to do it.  Then
his finger was gone and I felt the head of his big dick pressing against
me, in the wrong place, and I didn't want it in my backside.

   Just as I stopped sucking Brad's dick to protest, Kavan slid the head of
his dick down a little and pushed it into my pussy.  I started to protest,
that he couldn't push it in all the way.  He must have known what I was
thinking.

   "Relax, Arial," he said.  "Trust me.  I won't hurt you or the baby.  I
won't put it in all the way."

   I relaxed and let him do it.  He was slow and gentle, just barely
sliding the big head of his dick back and forth between my labia, holding
me by both hips, fucking me so slow and easy.

   Brad curled his arms around me on both sides, cupped my breasts in his
hands, and started teasing my nipples with his thumbs and fingers.  I
nuzzled around with my mouth until I found his dick and started sucking it
again.

   "Just relax and let it come, Arial," I heard Kathryn say.  "They did me
the same way."

   Kavan stuck the hand-held sprayer underneath my belly so that the water
was directed between my legs.  It was set on pulse and the beating of the
warm water against me felt wonderful, especially when it hit me between my
legs.

   It was all just too much and I wanted so much to come so I relaxed and
quit holding back and let it happen.  When I came, in a series of
body-wrenching contractions, I felt all the muscles in my legs give way and
I started falling.

   "Hold her, Kavan!" I heard Brad say.

   "I've got her!" Kavan replied.

   When I came to myself again, I realized I was standing upright.  Kavan
had his arms around me, locked together under my boobs and over my big
belly.  I could feel his dick pressed against my back.  Brad had his hands
in my armpits holding me up too.  I could feel his dick touching my belly.
All I could do was smile weakly at him.

   "Are you OK?" Brad asked, looking down at me and smiling.

   I tried my legs and found I could stand by myself.  I was still
quivering inside but I was OK.  I was more than OK.  I nodded to him.

   "Good.  Let Kavan hold you while I wash your legs and feet, OK?"

   `What happened to you, Arial?" Kavan teased.  "I think you almost
fainted."

   When they finally finished bathing me, I sat in the chair beside Kathryn
with my eyes closed and a big smile on my face while Brad used the
blow-drier and brush on my hair.  Kavan stood behind Kathryn and did the
same for her.  I didn't think it was necessary but Brad knelt between my
legs and insisted on blow-drying and brushing the hair between my legs.  I
didn't stop him when he got the scissors out of the drawer and - his words
- pruned my bush a little.

   Finally, he pulled back away from me and was still, kneeling there
between my legs, looking at my pregnant belly, my swollen breasts, and
finally my face.  I let him look.  Then he leaned over and kissed me right
on my almost-popped-out belly button.

   "I love you, Brandon," he whispered.  "Please be good to your mother
when you come into the world."

   He looked up at me, smiled, and then turned his head to one side and
rested it between my breasts.  I put my hands on his neck and head and held
him close to my heart.  I wondered if he could hear it beating with love
for him.

   "I love you too, Arial Weaver," he whispered.  "We're going to have a
good marriage and a family of our own.  I'm so glad you're my wife."

   "Brad, we're not finished.  When you're through getting your nummy-num,
we've got to shave their legs," Kavan said.  He had put his tuxedo bow tie
back around his neck and was holding out Brad's to him.

   Kathryn and I sat in our chairs, side by side, while Kavan and Brad
shaved out legs.  They did it without a single nick.  They made a big mess
on the floor but I didn't care.  I was too relaxed and content to care
about things like that.

   In the bedroom, Brad and Kavan rubbed out tummies with Mother's Tummy
Butter and then rubbed everywhere else with lotion.  Then Kathryn and I
leaned back against the headboard and let them give us a pedicure and
polish our toe-nails.  I felt so pampered it was almost worth getting
pregnant to be treated this way.

   While they were doing our toe nails, their dicks finally began to lose
their stiffness.  They were still big and swollen and the uncovered heads
were almost blood red.  I felt so sorry for them and I wanted so much to do
something for them.

   "Are you ready for dinner now?" Brad asked.  "We've got some stuffed
Italian round steak for you.  It's simmered in tomato sauce and very tender
and juicy.  I think you'll like it."

   "Yeah, and then after dinner we're going to stuff both of you with some
more round steak," Kavan said.  "It's rough and tough and full of blood.  I
know you'll like it."

   (BRAD)

   After dinner, Kavan and I cleaned the kitchen and stuffed the
dishwasher. Then we offered our arms to our wives and led them back
upstairs to our bedroom.

   They didn't question when we asked them to get in the middle of the
king-size bed, on their sides, face to face.  Kavan and I stood at the foot
of the bed for a minute, looking at them, and then carried out the next
step in our plan.

   I lay down on my side on the corner of the bed, behind Arial, moved up
closer to her, lifted her right leg in the air, and rested my head on left
thigh.  Arial's pussy was right in front of my face and I was in the best
position for loving her with my mouth and tongue.

   "Are you ready, Kavan," I asked.

   "Yeah, let's give them a good licking," he said.  "We'll let them tell
us when they want to swap."

   "OK.  Don't be in a hurry.  Just take your time."

   I was slow and gentle with Arial.  I held her leg in the air with one
hand, played with her pussy with the other, finger-fucked her part of the
time, and licked her until her little labia separated and her blood-red
clitoris crept out from under its hood.  I knew that if I concentrated on
her clit she'd come in just seconds and I didn't want that.  I wanted to
keep her in a state of arousal as long as I could so it would be better for
her when she finally came.

   "It's time for you to swap," Kathryn said after a while.

   We swapped and I did with Kathryn a mirror image of what I'd done with
Arial.  Kathryn's pussy was darker and hairier than Arial's but with my
eyes closed there wasn't much difference.  It was just as hot and juicy and
tasted and smelled like the pussy of a woman who wanted to be fucked.

   "It's time to swap again," Arial whispered, and Kavan and I changed
partners once again.  This time, I decided I'd been patient long enough.  I
eased a finger into Arial's pussy, licked all around everywhere but her
clit, then eased another finger into her, kept my two fingers rubbing where
her so-called G-spot is, and concentrated on licking and sucking her
nubbin. She was ready.  I felt the strong contractions of her vagina on my
fingers as she came.  She almost pulled me bald-headed as usual and almost
suffocated me in her pussy.

   When she released me, I moved around behind her, spooned up to her
propped up on my elbow, and watched Kavan and Kathryn.  I couldn't see what
he was doing with his mouth and tongue but I could see the effect of it in
Kathryn's face.  She looked like she was in sweet misery and she also tried
to suffocate Kavan with her pussy when she came.

   I didn't give Arial a chance to cool off.  I spooned up to her, eased my
almost-bursting cock between her legs, slid it back and forth a few times
until it was wet from her overflowing pussy, then reached around her belly,
pressed my cock just under the head, and slid it into her.  I tried to be
slow and patient but I was too hot, too ready to come, too needful of
release, to wait.  Within a minute or so after I got my dick in her, it was
spitting out a big load of semen in her pussy.

   I lay there waiting for my breathing and my heart to return to normal,
my dick still in her pussy, with my arm around her stomach and my hand
pressed against it.  I felt Brandon moving around inside her and then, I
swear it, I felt him try to kick my dick out of her.  There was a definite
kick or something and I felt it in my dick.  I couldn't help but laugh. 
Arial must have felt it because she started laughing too.

   I rose up and looked over at Kavan and Kathryn.  They were in the same
position but neither was moving.  I assumed he'd just given Kathryn her
first load of semen for the night.

   "What are you laughing about?" Kathryn asked.

   "Brandon just kicked me," I said.  "I swear he did.  He tried to kick my
dick out of Arial's pussy."

   We lay there talking for a while: about babies and what we were going to
do with them, what it would be like not being able to have sex, whether
Kathryn wanted to have her labor induced when Arial went into labor so our
three kids would have the same birthday, when we could start having sex
again, what it would be like to breast feed the kids, whether we'd have to
use rubbers or some other birth control because neither Arial or Kathryn
wanted to start taking the pill again while they were nursing their babies,
how Kathryn was going to manage having two nursing babies, what would be
our living arrangements after the babies came, whether we could have sex
without a penis in a pussy, whether we'd even want to have sex while the
result of having sex was crying and puking and pooping and driving us
half-crazy, and about the only thing we were certain of was that we were
about to have a big change in our lives and it was all going to be good
eventually.

   After a while, Kathryn and Arial rolled out of the bed, cupped their
hands under their pussies, went in the bathroom, and shut the door.  Brad
and I left them, went down the hall to their bathroom, had a good piss, and
then washed up.  We didn't hurry but when we went back to our bedroom, the
bathroom door was still closed.  We lay side by side in the bed and waited
patiently until they finally came out.

   Arial crawled in the middle of the bed next to me and Kathryn crawled in
next to Kavan.  We'd just spooned up to them and gotten comfortable when
Kathryn made an announcement.

   "Arial and I have made up our minds about something," Kathryn said.

   "It's about time," I said.  "Arial's never made up her mind about
anything before."

   "Brad Weaver, I'm going to kill you," she exclaimed.

   "Shit, that's nothing," Kavan said.  "Kathryn makes up my mind about
things all the time."

   "Kavan Stuart, I'm going to kill you too," Kathryn exclaimed.

   "Seriously, what have you two decided?" I asked.

   "We've decided we don't want to live apart after the babies come," Arial
said.  "We want to keep living together somehow.  It doesn't matter where
we live as long as we can stay together."

   "Arial, you know we can't do that," I said.  "There's just not enough
room here for two couples and three children.  Kathryn and Kavan are going
to need more help than we do.  It just makes sense for us to move to Dad's
condo."

   "Well, we'll just have to think about it," she insisted.  "There must be
some way for us to stay together.  Let's talk to Mom and Dad about it.  I
don't care where it is as long as we're together.

   "The old house at Manchester's is going to be empty.  It's old and needs
a lot of work but there's a lot of room," Kavan said.  "We might think
about that."

   "We think the carport in front of the house might be converted into
another bedroom area," Kathryn said.  "That way, we could stay close to
your parents."

   "Oh, sure, Kavan and I could do that," I said.  "All we need is lots of
time and money.  We'll do it in our spare time out of our petty cash."

   "Well, we can think about it," Kathryn insisted.  "We just like living
together and I think you guys do too."

   "Yeah, it's nice but I'm not up to thinking about it tonight," I said.

   "It feels like you're not up to anything else tonight," Arial teased. 
"You two are not through, you know."

   "Yeah, I know," I said.  "I guess I can do it if I have to.  If I'm up
to it."

   "You and Kavan just lay there and let me and Arial see whether you're up
to it," Kathryn said.

   "Yeah, you two guys just lay back and shut your eyes and let me and
Kathryn see if we can do miracles and raise something from the dead," Arial
said.

   They succeeded.  Kavan and I lay there propped against the headboard,
hands behind out heads, while Arial and Kathryn got on their hands and
knees over us and then used but their hands and mouths to resurrect our
dicks.  My dick was still swollen but it was limp and laying on my stomach
when Kathryn started.  When she finished, it was suspended over my stomach
and ready to find a pussy to get into.  Arial was just as successful in
re-awakening Kavan's dick and it looked like it was just as ready as mine
to be back inside a pussy.

   Kathryn and Arial didn't even ask us who was going to be with whom. 
Arial lay down on her side and Kavan spooned up behind her.  Kathryn lay
down in front of me and I was spooned up against her and my dick was in her
pussy in just a few seconds.

   I lay there watching my friend, my brother-in-law, my buddy, fucking my
wife and he and my wife watched me fucking his wife.  I held Kathryn's
right leg in the air while I fucked her from behind and Kavan did the same
with Arial except that it was her left leg.

   Finally, I shut my eyes and just concentrated on what I was feeling in
my dick.  Awareness of anything else faded away as usual and I came for the
second time in Kavan's wife, getting his sloppy seconds.  I didn't care.

   We lay there in that state of relaxation that always comes after
fucking, not saying anything, me holding Kathryn's breast sometimes and her
big belly the rest of the time.  My dick was still between her legs, soft
now, but still just barely in her pussy.  I knew it would come out if I
moved but I didn't want to move and let the flood out.  I knew she'd want
me to get her a towel and I didn't want to move away form her.

   Kavan and Arial lay there facing us and his hand was either on Arial's
breast or on her belly, like mine.  I couldn't see if he still had his dick
in her pussy but maybe he did because he seemed just as reluctant to move
as me.

   "Can we just go to sleep like this?" Arial whispered.  "I'm probably
going to make a big mess on the bed when Kavan's dick comes out but I don't
care.  It's just too good to move."

   "Yeah, let's just make a big mess on the sheets," Kathryn answered
"You've got a mattress pad on the bed, haven't you.  It won't stain the
mattress."

   "Is that OK with you, Kavan?" Arial asked.  "Do you want to go for
washcloths and towels?"

   "Nope, fuck the sheets," he said.  "I'm dead now.  Let Brad do it."

   "I'm dead too," I whispered.  "I've been fucked to death."

   "What do you think Mom and Dad and Rachael and Luke are doing with
Kerry?" Kathryn whispered.  "Do you think Siobhan and Rachael are getting
fucked by all three of them?"

   "I think he's finally getting his last fantasy satisfied," Arial
answered.  "And I think Mom's getting hers too.  And I'll bet Siobhan and
Rachael get fucked by all three guys."

   "Brad, what do you think of the Stuart family now?" Kavan asked.  "Do
you wish I'd never invited you home to meet Arial?"

   "Nope," I answered sleepily.  "I'm glad you and Kathryn invited me to
ride home with you that day.  And I like being part of the Stuart family. I
never thought it would be like this but I still like it.  I like being part
of a big family."

   "You just like getting to make love to Kathryn," Arial whispered, just
as sleepily.  "You men are all alike."

   "Well, I'm glad they are, Arial," Kathryn said.  "I like being loved by
everybody in the Stuart family, especially the men.  Now everybody shut up
and let's go to sleep."

   Nobody had anything else to say.  I lay there with the head of my dick
still in Kathryn's pussy, feeling all the juices oozing out around it, and
I didn't give a shit if we did make a mess on the sheets.  It was just too
good to move.

   Sometime during the night, I got up to piss and, when I came back, Kavan
took a turn.  I started to get behind Arial so Kavan could have Kathryn's
butt to spoon with.  When he came back, Kathryn rolled out of the bed,
grabbed his hand, and they went down the hall to their bedroom.  I crawled
in bed behind my wife, put my hand on her pregnant belly, and was asleep in
just minutes.

   (KATHRYN)

   On Sunday, Kavan and I slept late.  I got up to pee some time after
daylight and, when I crawled back in bed, Kavan crawled out and staggered
into the bathroom for his turn.  When he came back, he spooned up to me and
we slept the sleep of the exhausted.  Maybe Kiley and Kathleen were as
tired as I was.  They didn't start their gymnastics until almost noon.

   Arial and Brad came in our bedroom to wake us up this time.  I was just
coming back out of the bathroom from another pee and Kavan was still dead
to the world.  I let Arial and Brad pry him off the bed.

   We had a leisurely lunch and then watched a movie for a while.  We kept
watching next door to see when Kieran and Siobhan and Kerry came back from
the Bridges.  It was almost four o'clock when we heard Kerry and Alannah
playing in the pool.

   The four of us got dressed enough to walk next door.  The path between
our houses was visible from the street and we didn't want to upset the
neighbors with the sight of two naked pregnant women.

   Kieran and Siobhan were in the family room talking when we went in. 
Arial and I got hugs from Kieran and Siobhan hugged Brad and Kavan.  We
talked for a while, with no mention of what we or they had done the night
before.  After a few minutes, Brad and Kavan decided they wanted to join
Kerry and Alannah in the pool.  Arial and I stayed with Kieran and Siobhan
a while longer, talking about everything except what we had all been doing
the night before.  Finally I couldn't resist any longer.

   "Did you all have fun with Kerry last night," I asked.

   "We had a very pleasant evening," Siobhan said, smiling.

   "I think Kerry enjoyed being with us, don't you?" Kieran asked her,
smiling just as big.

   That's all that was said.  I thought to myself that, if Arial and I both
got after Siobhan, we could find out everything that had happened.

   Arial and I went down the kitchen stairs to the basement and then out
the door under the deck.  We stood for a minute watching Brad and Kerry and
Kavan and Alannah.

   Brad and Kerry seemed to be competing, taking turns off the diving board
into the pool.  As we watched, Kerry did a perfect somersault and then went
in cleanly.  Brad did the same thing, was just as beautiful in the air, and
went in with almost no splash.

   Kavan was lying down in the grass beside the pool, evidently showing
Alannah something.  From my perspective, I saw his head with his glorious
lion mane of red hair and his muscular shoulders.  Alannah was squatting
beside him, a serious look on her face, looking at something in his hand.

   We walked quietly down the slight incline to the pool, waddling along
like two pregnant penguins, in our pool outfits of loose shift dresses with
flip-flops.  We were almost to Kavan and Alannah when she looked up and saw
us.  Immediately the serious face disappeared and she grinned at us.

   Kavan turned and looked over his shoulder.  When he saw us, his face lit
up too with a big smile and shining eyes.  He shook his head momentarily,
throwing his tangled hair back out of his face.  He'd evidently been in the
pool too because his hair looked dark and damp.  The only thing he had on
was something I'd found for him at a garage sale.  It was a necklace,
almost a choker, with two large ruby-like stones at his throat.  I thought
the stones matched the color of his hair.  He protested that he couldn't
wear something like that but he let me have my way and wore it at home.  It
was as distinctive as everything about him.

   His skin was not as creamy white as Siobhan's, with just a little bit of
a tan, with freckles across his shoulders and forearms and his forehead and
cheeks.  His eyes were blue-gray like Siobhan's.  His teeth were white and
perfect enough so he'd never had to have braces.  Maybe his face wasn't as
beautiful as Kerry's but I liked it more.  It was especially beautiful
turned toward me with love showing in his smile and his eyes.

   Alannah was a perfect naked cherub of a girl, with a fat little belly
and butt.  She was Siobhan made over, a loving little girl, unspoiled in
spite of having so many people who loved her.

   I took off my shift dress, the only thing I'd worn while we walked from
one house to the other.  Arial did the same and we both stood there with
our swollen bellies hanging out grinning at her.  She already understood
that Arial and I had babies in our tummies though she probably didn't
understand how they got there.

   "Look, Kathryn, look, Arial, it's a click beetle," she said "I found
it.".

   I looked in Kavan's hand and saw a large slender beetle that was a
brilliant metallic green.  It was almost jewel like.

   "It's the biggest and best one I've ever seen," Kavan said.  "Alannah
found it under some leaves."

   "Why do you call it a click beetle?" Arial asked.

   "Watch," Kavan said.  "Do it again, Alannah."

   Alannah put one fat little finger on the beetle's back and I suppose she
pressed down.  The beetle gave a quite-audible click and then flipped up in
the air a foot or so and out of Kavan's hand.  He quickly grabbed it again
and held it out to me.  I pressed down on its hard shiny back, it gave
another click, and went tumbling out of Kavan's hand again.  He and Alannah
scrambled for it and caught it.  He held it for Arial and she made it click
and spring out of his hand again.

   "I'm going to put it on the display board at Manchester's and on the web
site.  The next time Alannah comes in, her name will be on the board with
the beetle's name.  What do you want to name him, Alannah?" he asked.

   Kavan had turned one wall at Manchester's into a display board for local
insects.  If a kid found the insect, he let the kid name it and that name
was posted along with the common and scientific names and the kid's name.
Most of the insects seemingly were found by kids and they got credit for
the find.

   "I don't know," Alannah said.  "What's a good name, Arial?"

   "How about Clive Clickbeetle?" Arial suggested.

   "Yeah, that's good.  Clyde Clickbeetle.  I like that," she giggled.

   Kavan looked up at Arial and winked.  She winked back.  Clyde it was.

   Brad and Kerry stopped diving and came to see what we were looking at.
Kavan put the beetle in Brad's hand and told Kerry what to do.  The beetle
clicked and went flying out of Brad's hand and into a flower bed. 
Immediately, Kerry and Kavan and Brad were all on their knees trying to
find the beetle again.  It was quite a sight.  Three guys, naked, on their
hands and knees, with their bare butts shining and their balls hanging down
between their legs.  Brad's and Kerry's balls were drawn up into a rounded
shape from the cool water in the pool.  Kavan's were hanging down like two
eggs in a bag and the head of his dick hung down a little bit lower.  I
tried not to laugh and almost succeeded.  They found the beetle and stood
up.

   "What's funny?" Kerry asked.

   "Oh, nothing," I answered.  I wasn't about to tell him.

   Just then, the basement door under the deck opened and Kieran and
Siobhan came out, naked like the rest of us.

   Kieran walked over to me and Arial and put an arm around each of us.  He
leaned over to me first, kissed me on the cheek, and then to Arial.  He
leaned back over to me and asked how Kiley and Kathleen were doing.  He
listened to my report on their antics and then leaned back to Arial and
asked her about Brandon.  It felt good to have his arm around my shoulders.

   Kavan waited patiently and then showed Kieran and Siobhan the beetle. 
He explained what it was and that Alannah had named it.  Of course, they
made a big fuss over the beetle, much to Alannah's delight.  Kavan put it
in Kieran's hand and told Siobhan to press on its back.  It clicked and
sprang out of his hand but Kavan was ready for it.  He caught it in mid-air
this time.

   I stood there with the Stuart family, all of us more or less in a
circle, all of us naked, with Kieran holding me and Arial close against
him, enjoying the antics of a silly beetle.  I looked at Brad and Kerry and
noticed that their dicks and balls were still drawn up from the cool water
in the pool.  Kavan's balls looked warm and relaxed and were hanging low as
usual, with his big dick nestled between them.  I had seen Kieran's
equipment when he and Siobhan were walking down to the pool and it was like
Kavan's, relaxed and big, just with a different color scheme.

   All four of them - I'd had all four dicks in my pussy, Kieran just once,
Brad a few times, Kerry a few more times, and Kavan more times than I could
count.  As Brad once was fond of saying - this Stuart family takes some
getting used to.  I suppose he was accustomed to it by now and I was too. I
knew it was unusual but I liked being part of it.  I really felt that I was
loved, not just for sex, but really loved by four different men.  I knew
Arial and I loved each other like sisters.  Siobhan treated me like one of
her own, like a daughter, and I felt she was a second mother to me.  I felt
loved and secure being part of such a big family and I liked the feeling.
I'd never felt that way growing up with Mom and Dad constantly fussing and
fighting.

   It felt right to be bringing Kiley and Kathleen into the family.  I knew
they'd be loved by their Grandpa Kieran and Grandma Siobhan.  I knew they'd
be loved by their Uncle Brad and Aunt Arial.  And Uncle Stuart and Aunt
Joanne and their two.  And Uncle Luke and Aunt Rachael and their two.  And
Grandma Lauren and Grandpa Jack.  If Uncle Kerry was around, I knew he'd
love them too.  I hated so much to think of him leaving the family but I
knew it was inevitable.

   I put my arm around Kieran's waist, leaned against him, and looked up at
his face.  He pulled me closer against him and smiled down at me.  I smiled
back at him, puckered up, and made a little kissing smack.  I felt Arial's
arm above mine, around Kieran's waist, and I looked over at her.  Kieran
turned to look at her and I suppose he smiled down at her too.  She smiled
back and, I suppose she heard me, then gave him another air kiss.

   Siobhan moved between Kerry and Brad and that caught my attention. 
Looking at us, she put her arms around their waists.  They both looked at
her, saw her looking at us, and then put their arms around her shoulders
and back.  The six of us stood there, grinning at each other, looking at
each other, and nobody said anything.  I don't suppose we needed to say
anything.  I felt the love that bound us all together and I suppose the
others did too.

   Between us, Kavan was on his knees, still playing with Alannah and the
click beetle.  Alannah pressed down on the beetle's back again.  It clicked
and flipped through the air and landed directly on Kavan's dick.  He
grabbed for it and Alannah started giggling and tried to help him catch the
beetle again.

   TO BE CONTINUED:

   Chapter Seventy-Six

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart,
48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4

   Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23

   Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21

   Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17

   Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee
Andersen, 5

   Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor
Bridges, 5

   TELLING THE STORY Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart

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   SIOBHAN)

   "Don't put me down, Daddy," Alannah begged.  "Carry me in the house."

   When Kieran straightened up from helping her out of her car seat in the
rear of my little BMW, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs
around his waist.  I don't think he could have put her down if he had
wanted to.  I knew he didn't want to.  He almost always gave in to her
pleas.

   She could have walked the few feet into the kitchen from the front
garage where I parked my car.  I suppose she had missed us for the couple
of days while she stayed with Stuart and Joanne and their two kids.  She
and Kieran Lee had always been close friends and she usually enjoyed her
visits.  She had never been away from us so long before.

   Friday morning, Arial and Kathryn went to the doctor together as usual,
with Kavan driving them this time.  Arial was in good condition for her
pending delivery, with no serious concerns.  The doctor said she could
expect to have her baby any day soon.

   However, Kathryn had a couple of problems and the doctor wanted to put
her in the hospital for more tests.  In addition to all the routine
problems, her blood pressure was much higher than her previous visit and
Kiley's vital signs indicated he might be in trouble.

   I wanted to go with her and Kavan to the hospital so I first called
Kieran with the news and then called Joanne to ask if she would keep
Alannah.  She suggested that I let her stay with them for the weekend.

   They subjected Kathryn to a barrage of tests after she checked into the
hospital on Friday afternoon.  Kathleen was in the head-down position and
ready to be born.  But Kiley had not turned completely and seemed to be
having some problem in getting turned head-down.  Kathryn's doctor, a woman
who had also been my doctor with Alannah, said the blood pressure problems
could be controlled with medication and prescribed it.  She also said she'd
like to try immediately to manipulate Kiley into position, and then, since
Kathryn's due-date was about two weeks away, to go ahead and induce labor
on Saturday morning.  She said both twins were fully developed and didn't
need to stay in utero just to gain more weight.

   Kieran and I stayed with Kavan and Kathryn the rest of the afternoon and
evening.  About seven, the doctor came in, tried to manipulate Kiley into
position, didn't succeed, and said she'd like to take her to an operating
room to try again.  That scared Kavan and Kathryn but the doctor assured
them they didn't need to worry.  Kavan wanted to be with her but the doctor
said Kathryn would be sedated and he wouldn't be needed.  She was in the
operating room for almost an hour but, when the doctor came back out, she
raised her thumb in the air and we knew she had succeeded.

   Kavan insisted that they would be OK until the next day and he wanted me
and Kieran to go home to get some sleep.  Kathryn groggily agreed.  We
promised to be back as early as possible the next day and we left them with
Kavan holding Kathryn's hand and looking down at her.

   About three Saturday morning, we got a telephone call from Brad.  Arial
had gone into labor.  Kieran and I rushed next door and, when I found out
that the contractions weren't that close, we reassured them and we all
settled down and waited for a couple of hours.  By five, her contractions
convinced me that she was really in labor and that we should take her to
the hospital too.

   At the hospital, the nurses had already started Kathryn on the
medications and drips to induce labor.  When they found out that we'd
brought them someone else already in labor, they moved another bed into a
birthing room and put Kathryn and Arial in the same room.

   It was almost midnight when the first of our grandchildren was born. 
Kathleen entered the world at eleven forty, followed by Kiley at eleven
fifty one.  Brandon waited until almost two o'clock Sunday morning before
he made his grand entrance.

   Kieran and I stayed at the hospital for a couple of hours after
Brandon's birth and then went home to get a little sleep.  I wanted to stay
with Kavan and Brad but Kieran said it was the boys' place to be with their
wives.  He took my arm and firmly led me out of the room.

   We slept until Kavan's call at noon on Sunday.  He reported that both
mothers and all three children were doing well.  He said he and Brad had
taken turns getting a little sleep on a cot brought into the room.  Kieran
said we were about to come back to the hospital and asked if they wanted
anything.

   Late Sunday afternoon, Lauren and Jack and Stuart and Joanne came to the
hospital for a short visit, bringing Alannah back to us.  A little bit
later, Kerry and Tara came to see the babies.  Kiley and Kathleen and
Brandon got a lot of oohhs and aahhs from everybody.  Alannah was
fascinated by the babies but she was ready to go home with us.

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   (KIERAN)

   "Did you like seeing the babies, Angel?" I asked.

   "Yeah, they're neat," she answered.  "But they're so little.  Whose
babies are they?"

   "Well, two of them, they're called twins, belong to your brother Kavan
and his wife Kathryn.  The other one belongs to your sister Arial and her
husband Brad."

   "I know that, Daddy," she said with an exasperated tone.  "I meant how
do they know which babies belong to Arial and Brad and which belong to
Kavan and Kathryn?  They all look a lot alike."

   "No, they don't," I said, trying to be slow and careful.  "The one with
red hair, like yours, that's Kiley, he's a boy and he belongs to Kavan and
Kathryn.  There's only one girl, she's Kathleen, and she belongs to them
too.  Then there's another boy named Brandon, he has dark hair, and he
belongs to Arial and Brad."

   "Oh, I understand.  Kiley has red hair like his daddy and me.  I can
remember that easy.  And the girl is his sister so she has the same daddy
and mommy.  Arial just had one baby and that's Brandon and he looks like
Brad; doesn't he?"

   She seemed to be satisfied with my explanation and resumed eating. 
Siobhan and Alannah and I were trying to make a dent in the big pot of
spaghetti that had been intended for the whole family on Friday night.  As
usual, I'd cut up Alannah's spaghetti and meat balls into smaller pieces so
she could eat it with a spoon.  She liked spaghetti and usually got most of
it in her mouth.

   "Would you like me to bathe you in the Jacuzzi tonight, Angel?" I asked.
"Joanne says you played with Kieran Lee and James Connor this afternoon and
you probably need a good bath."

   Joanne had told me that they had gone swimming with Luke and Rachael and
their kids on Saturday afternoon.  Kieran Lee and James Connor seemed to be
competing for Alannah's attention.  She said the three of them had played
in a sand pile on Sunday and Alannah probably needed a good head-scrubbing
to get the sand out.  She said Paul Andersen, at 9, and Adrianna Bridges,
at 8, already considered themselves boyfriend and girlfriend and couldn't
be bothered with the little kids.

   "Yeah, I like that," she said.  "Would you get in there with me, Daddy?"

   "Well, I was hoping to get in there with your mother before we go to bed
but I wouldn't mind bathing with another beautiful lady first.  Will you
let me give you a good shampoo?"

   "Yeah, if you want to," she said.

   Siobhan had been listening to me and Alannah while she was eating.  Just
like Arial, Alannah had me wrapped around her little finger and Siobhan
knew it.

   "That would be nice, Kieran," she said.  "I'll clean the kitchen if
you'll bathe her and then read her a story.  When you're through, we can
get in the Jacuzzi together."

   "Why can't we all get in there together?" Alannah asked.

   "Because we're eating supper late tonight, and you didn't have a nap
today, and it's almost your bedtime," Siobhan answered.  "That's why."

   "Oh, alright," Alannah said with a big sigh.

   I sat in the Jacuzzi with her backed up between my legs and took my time
in shampooing her hair.  I suppose my mind was on what I was going to be
doing with Siobhan later.  When I stood up to help her out of the tub, my
dick was engorged and almost ready to stand up.  Alannah stared at it while
I dried her but she didn't say anything about it.

   I let her get comfortable in bed while I looked for a book to read to
her.

   "Daddy, how did the babies get inside Arial and Kathryn?" she asked.

   I sat down on the bed beside her.  "Do you want me to tell you about
babies again or do you want me to read to you?  I'm not going to do both
tonight."

   "Tell me about babies again," she answered.  "I like that better than
any old book."

   "Well, Angel, it starts when a man and a woman make love.  They lie
close to each other in bed and kiss and hug and play with each other.  The
man gets an erection; you know, that's when his penis gets big and stiff."

   "Like yours does sometimes," she butted in, and rose up to look at my
penis.

   "Yes, all men get that way sometimes," I answered, and spread my legs to
let my dick fall between them.

   She butted in again.  "Boys too.  Sometimes Kieran Lee and James Connor,
their penises get hard but they're not big.  Little Paul's is bigger than
theirs and it gets really stiff."

   "Yes, boys too.  Anyway, the man puts his penis in the woman's vagina
and moves it in and out.  We call that making love and it feels really good
to both of them.  After a while, it feels so good that the man ejaculates.
That's just a big word meaning semen squirts out of his penis.  Semen
contains lots of little swimmers called sperm.  They all go swimming like
crazy, up through her cervix, the opening between her vagina and her womb.
The womb is the place where the baby matures."

   "Do I have a womb?" she asked.

   "Yes, all girls and women have a womb," I answered.  "It connects with
your vagina.  Quit butting in."

   "OK," she yawned.

   "About once a month, the woman's body releases an egg, a little tiny
one, and if one of the sperm finds it, bang, it goes into the egg, and that
makes a baby.  The baby stays in the woman's womb for about nine months and
then it's born.  That's the way you were made and that's the way all babies
are made."

   "Why did you and Mommy make Kavan and Arial and Kerry and me?"

   "I've told you that before, Angel.  I loved your mother so much and she
loved me just as much and we wanted to have children so we could love them
too.  We had Kavan and we loved him so much we decided to make another baby
and we had Arial.  Then we had Kerry and we loved him too.  We thought we
had enough children but, after a while, your mother wanted another baby to
love.  So that's when we made you and we found out we still had lots more
love to give you."

   I leaned over and kissed her on both cheeks, her forehead, nose, and
chin.  She giggled like she usually does.

   "I like that story," she yawned.  "Did Kavan make love to Kathryn
twice?"

   "I don't know.  Why do you ask?"

   "Well, Kathryn had two babies so he must have done it twice."

   "No, Angel, that's not necessarily true.  Sometimes a woman's body
releases two eggs at the same time.  If both eggs are fertilized, she has
twins."

   "What's fertilized?" she yawned sleepily.

   "It's what happens when a sperm goes into an egg.  Now are you ready for
sleep?"

   She turned over on her side and shut her eyes.  "Yeah, I like that
story. It's nice.  I'm glad you and Mommy made me."'

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   (SIOBHAN)

   I cleaned the kitchen and then started a load of laundry while Kieran
was bathing Alannah and reading her a story.  My clothes were sweaty so I
just undressed in the laundry room and put my dress in with the first load.
I had just taken off my bra and panties when Kieran surprised me.  He
grabbed me from behind, turned me around, and kissed me.  I didn't resist.
When he finally stopped, he pulled away from me and grinned down at me.

   "I love you, Grandma," he said.

   "I love you, too, Grandpa.

   "Wanna fool around?" he asked.

   "Are you sure?" I asked.  "Fooling around just leads to children."

   "Yeah, I'm sure.  We didn't do it last night and I'm kind of horny."

   "Can you wait a little bit?" I asked.  "I need to tell you something. 
Lauren wants us to help her with something."

   "I can wait.  I'm going to grab me a beer.  Want one?"

   "No, wait, yeah, get me one too."

   We went in the kitchen and I sat down at the table while he got two
beers out of the refrigerator and two frozen mugs out of the freezer.  Then
he went back to the refrigerator and got the boiled egg that had been left
over when I made chicken salad earlier in the week.  I waited until he'd
poured both beers and we'd both had a sip.

   "What are you going to do with the egg?" I asked.

   "I'm going to eat it," he answered.  "What's up with Lauren?"

   "Well, there are a couple of things," I answered, as I cracked and
peeled the egg.  "She's wondering if either Brad and Arial or Kavan and
Kathryn might like to move into the little brick house that was the
Manchesters.  It's empty but she doesn't want to rent it.  She said either
couple could have it for at least six months, rent-free, maybe longer."

   "Yeah, I know she won't put it up for rent because she'd have to let
just anybody in it.  I suppose we ought to tell both couples and then let
them decide who takes it.  Does that sound OK to you?"

   "Yes, but she said she'd like for Kavan and Kathryn to take it but she
doesn't want to hurt Arial's feelings by not offering it to her and Brad
too.  She said Kavan and Kathryn are already closer to Stuart and Joanne. "

   "I suppose we might help the kids make the right decision.  What else?"

   He spread his legs wide and I couldn't help but notice that his balls
were hanging low in his scrotum and looked almost swollen.  His dick was
engorged and hanging down too but it looked like it was ready to stand up.
I spread my legs, slid toward the front of the chair, and tilted my pelvis
so he could have something to look at too.

   "She wants our help in formulating a land deal with Kavan," I answered.
"When he bought Manchesters, he got twelve acres of land.  It's used mainly
for the plant nursery and the city's grown up all around it.  You know
Kavan wants to move the nursery out away from town and just keep the main
store on a couple of acres at its present location.  The Manchesters
wouldn't sell the land but Kavan says he could sell it for commercial
purposes like maybe a subdivision and make more then enough to buy a bigger
parcel of land further out."

   "Yeah, I know.  I'm keeping my eyes out for something.  He wants at
least twenty acres and that's hard to find until you go way outside of
town."

   He was keeping his eyes out for something between my legs too.  But I
was busy looking at something too.  I was watching as his dick slowly got
firmer and then began to lift away from his balls.

   "Well, Lauren said he might like to relocate the plant nursery to her
property.  She said he could have some land on the highway and to the right
of the road to Andersen Security.  She's open to all sorts of
possibilities, maybe a lease, maybe a swap, and she wants me to figure out
a deal that would be good for both her and Kavan.  She says a plant nursery
would be a good barrier between Andersen Security and the highway.  Kavan
would get what used to be a cow pasture before it grew up."

   "I don't think he'll do a swap.  I think he wants the profit on the sale
to reorganize and expand Manchesters."

   "I wish he hadn't agreed to keep the name Manchesters for the business
when he bought it," I said.  "I'd like to see the business in his name."

   "Well, the Manchesters were adamant about that and maybe they did it for
Kavan.  Anyway, it's just as long as they're both alive and then he can
name it anything he wants."

   "Would you tell Kavan about her offer?" I asked.  "I know he doesn't
need to worry about it right now with the babies.  I think I ought to have
his permission before I start looking into how he and Lauren could do
something."

   "You're right," he said.  "You're the Certified Financial Analyst so
I'll leave it up to your wizardry."

   He reached down to his dick, pulled the foreskin back, and we both
watched as it continued its slow rise.  When it was standing up, he looked
at me with a grin or maybe it was a leer.

   "I can't help it.  I'm horny," he said, and let a big beer burp escape.

   "You're always horny," I said, and burped back at him.

   "I want something to eat," he said, still leering at me.

   "Well, eat your egg," I said.

   "Maybe later," he answered.  "Right now I want to eat some pussy."

   "You can't have it," I said.  "I haven't had a bath since yesterday and
it probably smells like sweat and pee.  You wait until we get a bath."

   "Fuck waiting," he said.  "I don't care.  I want some now."

   He slid off his chair, knelt down between my legs, wrapped his hands
around my ass, and pulled me forward so that I was barely sitting on the
edge of the chair.  He leaned forward, tried to get his mouth to my pussy,
and couldn't, no matter how he tilted his head.  He sat down on the floor
with one leg under my kitchen chair and the other one out beside it.  He
tried again and succeeded this time.

   He used his thumbs to stretch my labia out to the sides and then licked
me from below my vagina to above my clit.  I thought fuck waiting, closed
my eyes, put my hands on his head, and let him have his way with me.  After
a minute or so, he pulled back and looked up at my face and then back down
between my legs.  I looked at his face while he looked at my pussy.  He
looked like a little boy who had discovered something new.  He stuck his
first finger in my pussy, as deep as he could, and then was motionless.

   "What are you doing?" I asked.

   "Checking your temperature," he whispered.  "You're hot."

   He added his long middle finger to the other one, slid them both into
me, and curled them around.

   "You're wet.  You're hot and you're wet."

   "Yes, Kieran, I'm hot and I'm wet.  I want your dick in me."

   "I'll do that in just a few minutes.  Hand me that egg," he said.

   I expected him to do something naughty but I didn't know what.  I handed
him the egg.

   He leaned over so that his face was about a foot from my vulva, pressed
the egg against the entrance to my vagina, and then used one finger to push
it in as deep as he could.  He sat there just looking.

   "Push it out," he whispered.

   I pushed and the egg slowly reappeared and fell into his waiting hands.
He immediately pushed it in again.

   "Push it out," he said.  I did and he caught it and pushed it back in.

   "Damn, you've got some good pubococcyx muscles in there," he whispered.
"I'll bet you could pinch my dick off if I stick it in there."

   "If you want me to, I'll try."

   "In just a minute," he said.  "Push it out again."

   He quickly leaned forward and put his open mouth against me.  I pushed
again and felt the egg go out of me and into his mouth.  He used his lips
and then his tongue and pushed it back in me.  Again, I pushed it out into
his waiting mouth.  He caught it, spit it out in his hand, and then laid it
on the kitchen table.

   "Damn, that's something," he whispered.

   He moved so that he was on his knees between my spread legs, wrapped his
hand around his dick, and looked down to see where to position it.  I saw a
crystal-clear drop hanging on the slit at the end and then he pushed it in
me until the head was inside me.

   "Push it out," he whispered.

   I pushed but I couldn't push it out.  The head of his dick was about the
same size as the egg but the egg didn't have a long shaft attached to it. I
knew it didn't matter.  He just wanted to feel my muscles contracting
around the head of his dick.  I pushed again, relaxed, and then did it
again.  I relaxed, squeezed again, and he pulled his dick out and then
immediately reinserted it in me.

   He started moving just the head of his dick in and out of me.  He was
looking down at what he was doing and I was looking at his face.  He seemed
so serious and intent on something.

   "Damn, that's good," he said, looking up at me.  "I love the way your
pussy feels around my dick.  Do you like it?"

   "No, Kieran, I don't like it.  I love it," I said truthfully.

   "I'd better stop," he said, and sat down again in his chair.  "My dick's
about to take over and I won't be able to stop until it gets what it
wants."

   He sat there looking at me, at my face, my breasts, my open legs.

   "Everything about you is red," he said.  "The hair on your head, your
lips, your nipples, your pubic hair, your pussy, especially your pussy -
damn, I love you, Siobhan.  I really do.  I'm so horny for you and I love
you."

   I looked at his dick and balls.  The head of his dick was just as red as
any part of me and his balls were swollen and pink.

   "You can't make another baby in me, Kieran.  You've just been around the
boys and they're both horny for some good sex and you just absorbed it. 
Seeing all those babies just makes you want to make one with me."

   "Maybe you're right," he said.  "Oh, well, I guess it's time for me to
eat the egg."

   He stood up, got a knife, and then sat back down and quartered the
boiled egg.  He salted and peppered the quarters and then stuck one in his
mouth and chewed and looked at me.

   "Damn, that's good," he whispered, when his mouth was empty.  I picked
up another quarter, held it out to him, and he leaned forward and took it
in his mouth.

   He ate the second quarter, then picked up another piece, and held it out
to me.  I leaned forward and took it in my mouth and ate it.  It was like
no boiled egg I'd ever had.

   He ate the last quarter and then just sat there, looking at me, and
smiling.  I smiled back.

   "I love you too, Kieran," I said.  "Even if you're just a naughty little
boy, I love you."

   "I'm never going to grow up," he said.  "I'm never going to change. 
Now, can we go take a bath and then go to bed and fool around?  I'm horny."

   He stepped in the Jacuzzi first and then held out his hand to me.  When
I got in, he immediately sat down on the side of the tub, put his hands on
my butt, and pulled me against him so that his face was between my breasts.
He rubbed his face against my breasts slowly and gently, breathed deeply a
couple of times, and then turned so that his cheek was against me.  When I
looked down at his face, it looked like his eyes were closed.

   "Siobhan, I do love you.  Did you know that?" he whispered, "I love you
for being my wife, for giving me such fine kids, for living your life with
me.  I couldn't want for anything else in life."

   "I love you too, Kieran, even if your hair is getting a little thin on
top," I whispered back, looking down on his head.  "Will you keep loving me
when my butt gets too big for your hands?"

   "Hush," he said.  "When your butt gets bigger, there'll just be more of
you to love."

   He kissed the nipple on one breast and then the other.  Then he caught
one nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it for a few seconds before
moving over to the other.  His hands moved over my butt and then were still
with the tips of his fingers barely in my crack.

   "Well, it's harder for me to keep my weight down now," I said.  "I don't
want to get fat so you won't love me."

   "That'll never happen," he said.  "I'll bet you don't weigh five pounds
more than you did when we married."

   "It's more like ten pounds, Kieran," I said.

   He licked my nipples, one after the other, and then blew his breath on
them, until they were standing out.

   "I don't care, Siobhan.  I really don't.  You're a grandmother now. 
Just remember old bald-headed Grandpa's going to love you the rest of your
life."

   "I hope so," I whispered.  "Do you really feel old?"

   "No, not really," he said.  "I'm slowing down but I still enjoy life
just as much as ever, maybe more.  I still get just as horny for you as
ever."

   "Well, don't tell anybody but I get horny for you too."

   "You shouldn't worry about your butt and getting fat and stuff like
that. Sleeping with you, spooned up against your butt, with my hand on your
breast, maybe with your hair in my face - that's the best way in the world
to go to sleep.  I love it when there's nothing between us and my dick sort
of nestles up against your ass.  That doesn't mean I want sex, not always;
that just means I'm where I belong, holding you, being close to you."

   I cupped my hands under my breasts and turned so that one was in his
face.  He did what I wanted him to do.  He opened his mouth and sucked on
the nipple just like one of my children.  A little later, I offered him the
other breast and shut my eyes and let everything else go away.

   Finally, he slid off the side on the Jacuzzi into the swirling water and
then leaned back against the big end.  When he held out his arms to me,
with his legs bent and spread, I knew what he wanted.  I sat down between
his legs and leaned back against him.

   He played with my breasts for a few minutes, stroking them, gently
pinching the nipples with his thumb and one finger.  When he slid his hand
down over my stomach, I opened my legs to him.  He played with me, lightly
touching my pussy, spreading the lips apart, letting one finger slowly
creep into my vagina.  I shut my eyes and enjoyed what I was feeling.

   "Why didn't you want to be in the birthing room when your grandbabies
were born?" I asked.

   "Don't look at it that way," he answered.  "I've been there with you
four times.  Every time, I wanted to be with you and maybe I helped you a
little bit.  I just felt it was important for Kavan and Brad to be with
Kathryn and Arial.  When a guy sees his child being born, how hard it is on
the mother, I think it strengthens the bond between husband and wife.  A
father can be a lot of comfort and encouragement to a mother.  Same for a
grandmother.  The girls wanted you to be there because you've done it four
times.  They didn't need me in there."

   "Well, you would have been proud of Kavan and Brad.  They were about as
sweet and loving and caring as you were.  Arial had a fairly easy time. 
Kathryn didn't.  I think she hurt a lot more than Arial but she stood up to
it very well.  Kavan was a lot of help to her."

   "Well, I'm just glad it's all over for both of them," he said.  "Now
comes the hard part, trying to figure out how to raise the kids.  Will they
both be coming home tomorrow?"

   He started stroking upward between my legs, two fingers touching and
separating my labia and then lightly grazing my clitoris.  At the same
time, he held my breast with the other hand and pinched and played with the
nipple with his thumb and one finger.  I loved what he was doing.

   "I suppose so," I answered after a while.  "Dr.  Hazelwood said she'd
probably release them some time after lunch if nothing comes up.  Do you
have to go to work tomorrow?"

   "Nope, I'm taking a couple of days off so I can help.  You just tell me
what to do.  Do you still want to stay with them their first night home?"

   "Yes, if you don't mind taking care of Alannah.  I think Kavan and Brad
will be ready for a good night's sleep."

   "I might stay with you.  We could put Alannah on a pallet over there. 
She can sleep through almost anything."

   I moved away from him and patted the side of the Jacuzzi.  He knew what
I wanted.  He sat down on the side of the Jacuzzi and spread his legs.  His
scrotum was warm and relaxed and his balls were hanging down into the
Jacuzzi.  His dick had finally lost its hardness and drooped down over
them, enlarged but limp.  I giggled and shook my head.

   "What is it?" he asked.

   "Your balls.  They're hanging down maybe six inches from your body.  It
looks kind of funny."

   "You know warm water always does that to my scrotum," he said.  "It just
makes them as relaxed as the rest of me."

   I lifted his dick, slid the foreskin back, and sat there looking at the
big red head.

   "What did you and Kerry talk about," I asked, then leaned over and took
his dick into my mouth down to his wet pubic hair.  It was soft but it was
still a damned big mouthful.

   "What do you mean?  When?" Kieran answered.

   I held his balls in one hand and kept his dick in my mouth until I felt
the first signs of it stiffening.  Then I held the skin down tight and slid
my mouth slowly off.

   "This afternoon, at the hospital, you know, when you and Kerry went to
get us something to drink," I finally answered.

   "What did you and Tara talk about while we were gone?" he answered with
another question.

   "I asked first," I insisted and then opened my mouth again and slid it
down his dick about halfway.  I held the skin back with one hand, held his
balls with the other, and slid my lips up and down until his dick was
engorged and standing up by itself.

   "We talked about Tara.  What else?  He said he's enjoying the weekend
with her and her folks.  She's got one brother and one sister and she's the
oldest.  He said it seems like a very nice family and they haven't given
him too much of a third degree."

   "Yeah, that's about what she told me.  But I mean Kerry and Tara, their
relationship.  What about them?" I took a deep breath and then resumed
sucking his dick.

   "Well, you'd be proud of our son.  He said they haven't made love yet.
He said she's a really nice girl and he doesn't want to hurt her.  From
what he said, they're fooling around like teenagers always do but he's not
pushing her into going all the way.  He said we'll know when they do
because he wants to bring her home for their first time, like Kavan did
with Kathryn and Arial did with Brad."

   "Is there anything new on his plans to go to CalTech and whether she's
going with him?" I asked and again took his big dick in my mouth.

   "Not really.  She wants to go but they're both busy learning about each
other so they can make a permanent relationship out of it.  That guy
Kasegawa that Stuart put Kerry in contact with is advising both of them
now. He says they really want Kerry at CalTech and Tara would be welcome
too.  He says he can guarantee she would be admitted and Kerry already is,
even though he hasn't got a formal letter of acceptance.  Kasegawa says
it's coming.  Damn, if you don't stop that I'm going to be coming too."

   "Well, don't you dare come yet," I said.  "You can't come until we're in
bed."

   "Well, shit, if I can't come you lay down in the tub and let me go muff
diving," he said, and he slid off the side of the Jacuzzi down into the
water.

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   "Kieran, you can't do that," she said, giggling.  "Not in the Jacuzzi.
You'll drown."

   "Well, stand up then, and let me try it that way," I said.

   I knew I couldn't do it underwater.  I also knew I could do it with her
standing up and me kneeling down in front of her.  I slid off the side of
the Jacuzzi as she stood up and she turned to face me and spread her legs.
I pulled her up closer, tilted my head back, and kissed her wet pussy.  She
put her hands on my head and held on.

   I closed my eyes and gave her a good licking.  I wrapped my arms around
her legs with my hands behind her, just touching her labia, and then licked
all around her clitoris.  I pulled back once, looked, and saw her little
red nubbin out from under its cover, so I fastened my mouth on that area
and sucked and licked it until she started squirming and pulling my hair.
Then I stopped.

   "Damn you, Kieran Conner Stuart," she said, breathlessly.  "Why did you
stop?"

   "Because you can't come until we're in the bed," I said.

   I turned my face to the side and pressed my cheek against her stomach.

   "I really do love you, you know," I whispered.  "I love the way your
eyes light up sometimes when you look at me.  I love your mouth when you
pucker up and give me a rabbit kiss.  I love your breasts when your nipples
are hard from me sucking on them.  I even love your wet pussy.  Damn, I
really love your pussy, wet or not.  Can I stick my dick in it for a minute
or two?"

   "You can't come until we're in the bed," she whispered.

   "I know.  I just want to feel your wet pussy all around my dick,
Grandma. Can I do it from behind?"

   "Yes, if that's what you want, Grandpa," she said.

   She got down on her hands and knees in the Jacuzzi and stuck her ass
back at me, her pussy just above the water level.  I moved up closer to her
and she reached back with one hand and guided the head of my dick to her
vagina.  I pushed once, she wiggled her ass from side to side, I pushed
again, pulled back, pushed, and gradually my dick disappeared into her. 
When I couldn't see the shaft of my dick anymore, I leaned over her, cupped
my hands under her pendulous breasts, and laid my head on her back.  For a
minute or so, I slid my dick in and out of her, so agonizingly slowly,
marveling at the heat and slipperiness of her pussy and how good it felt.

   "Damn, this is so good, Siobhan," I whispered.  "I wish it would never
end."

   "It's not going to end for a long time, Kieran," she whispered back. 
"Lauren says she and Jack still have good sex.  Maybe we will too.  I'm
going into menopause in a few years but I hope we're still doing this in
twenty-five more years."

   "Me, too," I whispered.

   "If you can still get it up, I'll help you put it in," she whispered.

   "Shit, I can find your pussy in the dark."

   "I know," she said.  "You've done it often enough.  Can we go to bed
now? My knees are beginning to complain."

   While we were drying off, she brought up Tara again.  She was standing
there, rubbing herself with a towel, staring at my dick.  It was still
pointing upward.

   "Tara seems like a sweet girl and I can understand why Kerry is smitten
with her," she said.  "I hope he doesn't use profanity around her or her
family and doesn't talk about sex too much."

   "Sweet girl?" I answered.  "At the ball game, did you hear what she
screamed when I threw that guy out?"

   "Yes, Kieran.  She was excited because you got a double play.  I don't
think yelling `Kieran, you nailed that sucker.' was bad."

   "Yeah, and after Kerry struck out their last man and we won twenty-one
to twenty, she was screaming even louder.  I stood there at second base and
watched and everybody was looking at her."

   "Well, you and Kerry just had a good cheering section that day.  Does
she know we're a nudist family?"

   "Yeah, Kerry's told her about that, how he grew up so it's just part of
the way we are," I answered.  "Why did you start thinking about Tara and
Kerry again?  I thought you were thinking about going to bed with me."

   "I am, Kieran," she said.  "I was just wondering if Tara's seen Kerry's
dick when it's hard like yours is.  All three of you Stuart guys are kind
of big, you know.  If she's seen it, I wonder what she thought of it."

   "Four Stuart guys," I said.  "Stuart's my son too and he's a Stuart even
if he does have a different last name."

   "Is Kerry bigger than you?" she asked.  "I know he's taller than you
are. Is his dick bigger?"

   "He says it is," I answered.  "Mine hasn't been measured since you and
the kids did it years ago.  He says his is seven and a half inches.  That's
a little longer than mine but I don't care.  I'm proud of my three sons.  I
don't care if they're bigger or taller or more successful than I am."

   "I don't suppose it matters," she said.  "I couldn't tell the difference
between his and yours when you two made love to me."

   "He wants her to come to dinner next Friday night and then go for a swim
afterwards, in the nude, I mean.  Do you think Arial and Kathryn will be
able to get in the water?  If they do, I imagine Brad and Kavan will too."

   "Maybe," she answered, still looking at my dick.  "There's no physical
reason why they can't.  It depends on how they feel.  Anyway, I'm going to
plan dinner for all eight of us, nine with Tara."

   "Don't forget Kiley and Kathleen and Brandon," I said.  "Why do you keep
looking at my dick?"

   "They won't be at the table," she answered.  "I like looking at it.  I'm
thinking about what I'm going to do with it tonight."

   "They might.  What if one of them is screaming to be fed when we're
ready to sit down at the table?  What do you want to do with it?"

   "Kieran, we can always delay dinner a few minutes while one of them is
nursing.  They can do what I did, when we were at your parents, put a towel
over their shoulder so nobody can see and let the baby nurse while they're
at the table.  If your dick's still up, I want to go for a long ride."

   "Uh, uh, I want to see.  My father got to see you nurse our kids, even
at the table once or twice.  You can ride it all you want to."

   "Of course you do, you dirty old man.  But it's up to them and what
they're comfortable with.  I want to ride you and then I want you to get on
top of me and pound me through the mattress."

   When she handed me the blow dryer, I didn't complain.  I stood there
behind her, my dick still pointing up and touching her ass, while I dried
and brushed her beautiful red hair.

   <><><>

   (SIOBHAN)

   In bed together, we both lay on our sides, a couple of feet apart,
looking at each other.  I held my eyes on his, waiting to see whether he
wanted to start something.  At first he only stared back at me.  I couldn't
hold the serious look any longer; I grinned at him.  He gave me a smile in
return and moved over close to me.

   We managed to get our arms wrapped around each other as usual.  My
breasts were against his chest and my leg was thrown over his hip.  His
dick was still hard and pressed against my stomach.  I suppose neither of
us was in any hurry to do anything with it.  I knew I'd get my fill of it
before we went to sleep.

   "May I say it again?" he asked.

   "What?"

   "Just that I love you.  I don't know why I'm feeling it so intensely
tonight," he said.  "I just feel like I've got to tell you but telling you
once doesn't stop me from wanting to tell you again.  Does that make
sense?"

   "It does to me, Kieran," I said.  "I feel the same way.  I love you and
I love our children and I love our grandchildren and my heart feels like
it's running over with love for my family."

   "Do you really love me?" he asked.

   "Yes, Kieran, I really love you.  Now could I change the subject?  Do
you think Kavan and Kathryn will want to move to the little Freeloft
house?"

   "Well, it would solve a problem, wouldn't it?  Somebody's got to move
from next door.  There's just not room for two couples and three babies. 
We never planned on that."'

   He curled his hand around my hip until his fingertips found the lips to
my pussy and then he started playing.  He wasn't trying to get his finger
into my vagina; he was just stroking the little lips and separating them to
get to the juicy insides.

   For a minute or so, I was conscious only of his fingers touching my
pussy.  Then I remembered that we were talking about our kids as usual and
I realized that Brad and Arial wouldn't have to move and that was probably
what Kieran wanted.

   "If Kavan and Kathryn move, Arial and Brad won't have to move to his
father's condo," I said.  "They can stay next door and have plenty of room.
Your little princess can stay close to us for a while longer.  You'd like
that, wouldn't you?"

   "Yeah, I'll admit it, but I still worry about Kathryn.  I know Kavan's
going to be a good father but those twins are going to be a hand full."

   My hand was certainly full, full with his hard dick.  I was slowly
stroking it, maybe in reverse, sort of pulling on it.

   "Yes, but Lauren and Joanne and Rachael have all said they'd love to
help Kathryn with the twins."

   "Yeah, if Arial and Brad stay next door, it would make it easier for us
to take care of Brandon while she finishes her degree at college," he said.
"I'll help with him while I'm home but you're going to have to do most of
it during the day."

   He moved down on the bed a little and sought out my breast with his
mouth.  Since I couldn't reach his dick any longer, I held my breast and
offered the nipple to him.  He licked it a few times and then took it in
his mouth.

   "I don't mind," I said.  "She's thinking of taking three courses, maybe
two during the day when classes meet three times, then one at night when
they meet two times.  She says she can probably get her day classes back to
back.  We could both help her.  Are you still going to change diapers?"

   He stopped sucking so he could answer.  "Yeah, I'll just hold my breath
like I did with our four, unless baby poop has stopped stinking.  I don't
want her to stall on getting her degree.  I want her to have a college
degree like the others."

   "Don't worry," I said.  "Brad wants her to finish too.  He's promised to
help her in any way he can."

   "We'll all help her, Honey," Kieran said.  "That's what family's all
about."

   Suddenly he pushed me onto my back and then rolled over so that he was
sitting astride my waist.  He put his hands on the sides of my breasts and
pushed them together.  He held them like that and then moved up until his
dick was just touching the undersides of my breasts.

   "What are you doing?" I asked.

   "I want to fuck you between your breasts," he said.  "OK?"

   "I thought you didn't like to use the word fuck to describe what we do."

   "I don't but I suppose it's a good word to describe what I want to do
tonight.  I want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until we're both
exhausted from fucking.  I'm so horny that fuck sounds pretty good."

   "You can do it but it won't work with your dick dry," I answered.  "Fuck
me in the mouth first and I'll leave it wet."

   "OK."

   He moved up until his dick was resting on my chin and his balls were
hanging down on my throat.  I tried to take the head of his dick in my
mouth but the angle was all wrong.  He moved higher on the bed so that his
knees were in my armpits and then leaned over me.  That was better.  His
dick was pointed almost straight down and I could reach it easily with my
mouth.

   "Don't gag me, now," I whispered.  "Do it easy.  You know how."

   I opened my mouth and he lowered himself just a little until I could
wrap my lips around the shaft of his dick, with the big head filling my
mouth.  I kept my lips firm so that he didn't scrape against my teeth and
he moved up and down so just the head of his dick moved in and out of my
mouth.  As he pulled out, I made sure my tongue was pressed under the head.


   I held on to his hips while he fucked me in the mouth.  It was something
we'd done occasionally.  It wasn't my favorite sort of sex play but I knew
he liked it.  I suppose it had something to do with the fact that I was
helpless under him and he was in control.

   I pulled down on his hips and he understood the signal.  He stopped
moving in and out and slowly pushed his dick into my mouth, until the head
pressed against my throat.  When I took my hands off his hips, he
understood again, stopped pushing, and slowly pulled back an inch or so.  I
took a deep breath, put my hands back on his hips, and pulled again.  He
pushed until the head was pressed against the back of my mouth again.

   I knew I couldn't deep throat his dick.  We'd tried a few times and I'd
gagged too easily.  We'd learned, if I could signal him when to press and
pull back, that I could take about half of his dick in my mouth.  I would
have liked for him to fuck me in the mouth like he fucked me in my pussy,
with the entire length of his dick sliding in and out of me.  He'd never
tried to push me into it or, rather, it into me.

   I pushed him back and he knew I'd had enough.  He moved back down until
he was straddling my waist and pressed his dick down between my breasts.  I
pushed them together and he began to slide his dick back and forth between
them.  He'd tried to explain why he liked to do it and I suppose it made
sense - that it was just another way he could claim me as his and that he
wanted to fuck me in every possible way.

   I watched his face as he watched his dick sliding back and forth between
my breasts.  He would glance at my face, smile, and then look back down at
what he was doing.  He did it for a couple of minutes and then moved back
down on the bed.  This time, he held his dick downward so it ended up
between my legs instead of pressed against my stomach.  He moved his hips
back and forth, a dry fuck, I suppose, except that the lips to my pussy
were already open and I felt the shaft of his dick become wet.

   "Have you talked to Dan lately about Brad?" I asked.  "Has he said
anything about how Brad is doing in his job at the hospital?"

   "Yeah, I talked to him last Thursday," he said.  "It's too early for
Brad to have any short of evaluation.  Dan said he had talked to Brad's
boss about him and he said they're really pleased with him.  You know Brad
so you already know some of what his boss said - that he's intelligent,
hard-working, a self-starter, and he's extremely likeable.

   "And he's very lovable but I guess that doesn't matter in his job."

   Maybe Kieran was content for a moment just fucking me another way,
slowly moving his dick back and forth between my legs, but I wasn't.  I
reached down, caught it just in time, pulled it upward, tilted my pelvis,
and the head was diverted into my pussy.  He squirmed to get it in deeper
and then started slowly fucking me where I wanted him to fuck me.  I wanted
to feel his big dick filling me and pushing against my cervix and trying to
open it up so he could squirt my womb full of another load of his sperm.

   "Maybe it does," he finally said.  "He was the top graduate of the
university's Hospital Administration program this year and with his GPA
they paid good money to hire him.  They're going to rotate him around in
lots of positions for a year or two and then decide where to put him more
or less permanently.  You know him.  He'll work out fine at the hospital."

   "It doesn't matter that his father is a doctor there?"

   "No.  All the doctors are in a separate organization from the hospital.
The hospital just provides services for the doctors.  Brad's on his own in
the hospital.  Don't worry about him."

   "I can't help but worry about him, Kieran.  I feel like he's my son and
I love him too.  I want him and Arial to be happy together."

   "They are.  Even if Dan and I did sort of get them together, they've
made it into a good marriage.  Brandon will just make them closer
together."

   He almost broke his neck trying to get his mouth to one of my breasts
without losing the connection of his dick my pussy.  I cupped my hand under
my left breast and pulled it up so he could get his lips around the nipple.

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   "Kieran, do you remember the first time we made love?" she asked.

   I quit sucking and fucking for a minute.  I remembered it very well. 
"Uh huh, your apartment, 1103 Lexington Avenue, Saturday, June 11, 1984. 
We made love all day.  You guided my dick to your pussy and I pushed it in.
I came five times.  You came, I don't know how many times, but, the first
time, we had a simultaneous orgasm."

   "Then I got on top of you and you helped me to come by rubbing my pearl
with your thumb while I rode you."

   "Yeah, that was good," I said." After you came, I lay there underneath
you and fucked up, I guess that's what you'd call it, and I came so hard it
blasted you a foot into the air."

   "It did not."

   "Well, it felt like it."

   "Well, anyway, could we do that again?" she asked.  "I'd like to get on
top of you and go for a ride and you can use your thumb to help me come
like you did that day."

   "I'm not going to fuck up this time, you know, me fucking up into you
while you're on top.  When it's my turn, I want to get on top and pound you
through the mattress until I come."

   "I've never gone through the mattress yet," she said.  "Maybe I've
dented it a little."

   "Well, just wait," I said, and rolled over on my back and pulled her on
top of me.

   She brought her legs up so that her knees were on each side of me, then
rose up over me, and began slowly to ride me.  She was wet inside, almost
dripping, and hot and it was good, damn it was so good, so fucking good, so
good fucking her or her fucking me.  I cupped my hands under her breasts,
with my thumbs and fingers gently pinching her nipples.  I waited while she
rode me.  I knew she'd tell me when she was ready for me to help her.

   When she opened her eyes and nodded at me, I knew she was ready.  I put
one hand on her stomach, with my thumb curled around her mound, and started
gently rubbing her clitoris.  It didn't take long.  I felt her internal
muscles clenching on my dick, a couple of strong contractions first,
gradually fading away to almost nothing.  I knew she'd come good.  I was in
no hurry for my turn.  I waited for her to tell me.

   "It's your turn," she whispered after a minute or so.

   We wrapped our arms around each other and she locked her legs around my
ass as we rolled together until she was underneath me and we never lost the
connection of my dick in her pussy.  It was perfect.

   I began to fuck her, to make love to her, as slowly as possible, totally
lost in the wonder of feeling my flesh immersed in hers, sliding in until
the head of my dick reached the bottom of her pussy and our pubic hairs
were matted together, sliding out until just the head of my cock held open
the lips to her cunt.  I slowed down even more, almost ceasing to move,
taking forever to slide my dick in and out, wanting to savor all the
sensations her pussy was giving to my cock.

   In spite of my best intentions, I began to thrust into her faster,
gradually losing all consciousness of time and place again, lost in the
miracle of loving her, of fucking her, of being connected to her.  I knew
that I wasn't going to last long at the pace I was thrusting but I didn't
care.  The instinctual need to deposit my sperm at the mouth of her womb
swept me away.  It was only a minute or so until I felt the first
sensations of an impending eruption.  I shoved my cock in harder and
harder, wanting to flood her with my life.  Her fingernails were digging in
on my ass but I felt no pain.  I hadn't worried about giving her another
orgasm and so I was surprised when I felt a contraction around, not in my
cock, and realized that it was hers.  That was the final trigger.  I
stopped moving while I spurted out again and again inside her.  I looked
down at her and saw that her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, a smile
or grimace of pure pleasure on her face.  I knew I loved her and she was
mine and I was hers.

   We lay joined together, holding each other as tightly as possible,
coming down from the pleasure of our shared orgasm, our panting turning
into normal breathing, cooling off from the heat of passion.  After a while
she opened her eyes and looked up at me.

   "Kieran," she whispered, "we did it again!  Damn, we did it again, just
like the first time.  I can't believe it!"

   "Yeah, well, just don't expect me to be able to do it all the time."

   "I don't.  When you're ready, do you think we can do it four more
times?" she answered, and immediately yawned.

   "Sure.  Just wake me up when you're through," I answered and then yawned
back at her.

   (SIOBHAN)

   We were snuggled up in our favorite go-to-sleep positions - both of us
on our left side, his right leg over my left, and his right hand holding my
left breast.  I was beginning to fade into sleep when he whispered to me.

   "Siobhan, you know I don't believe in much but do you want to know
something I do believe in?"

   "Yes, Kieran."

   "I believe in love.  I believe in the power of love.  I know I love you
and I love our kids and I know I'm going to love our grandkids.  It's the
one thing that makes all this living worthwhile.  I guess if God is love, I
believe in God, but I don't believe in any old gray-bearded grandfather who
lives somewhere up in the sky and who cares about me and what I do and who
cures a boil on my butt when I pray to him and all that sort of shit.  I
just believe in love because I know it's real."

   "Maybe that's enough."

   "Do you think I fuck you because I love you or do I love you because I
can fuck you?"

   "No you fuck me so you can create new life in me," I answered.  "I wish
I could still get pregnant from a fucking like you just gave me.  I wish we
could go on having babies as long as we live."

   "Me too," he said.  "I wish I could knock you up with twins and they
could both have a breast to suck on and I could watch and maybe they'd
leave a little milk for me."

   "Well, you can't do that anymore," I answered.  "You've had your turn.
Now it's up to your kids to create new life and I think Kavan and Arial
have got off to a pretty good start.  I hope Kerry and Tara will carry on
some day."

   "Me too," he whispered.  "I envy Kavan, squirting Kathryn full of Stuart
sperm and getting her pregnant with twins.  I guess I envy Brad fucking
Arial and..."

   "Hush, Kieran," I said.  "It's their turn now.  Go to sleep."

   "I'm not sleepy," he said.

   "Well, I am, Grandpa" I said.  "I love you and I know you love me and
that's all that matters.  Now I'm going to sleep and you can lay there and
ponder all the mysteries of life if you want to."

   "Yes, Grandma," he whispered.  "I guess maybe I'm ready to go to sleep
too."

   "Good night, Kieran, I mean Grandpa."

   "Good night, Siobhan, I love you even if you are a grandmother."

   THE END     Author's Note: We have finally come to the end of The
Measure of Man.  Kieran and Siobhan are grandparents.  In Chapter 1, when
he was trying to convince Siobhan to have dinner with him, Kieran told her:
"For the first time in my life, I've met a woman with whom I'd like to have
grandchildren.  That's the sort of relationship I'm looking for."

   There are still stories which could be told as life goes on for the
Stuart Family.  What will happen with Kerry and Tara?  Will Brad and Arial
continue to grow deeper in love with each other now that Brandon has joined
them in making their own family?  Will Kavan and Kathryn manage to retain
their sanity as they cope with their twins, boy and girl, Kiley and
Kathleen?  How will Kieran and Siobhan celebrate their silver wedding
anniversary?  What will happen during the second twenty-five years in their
married life when they are the center of an ever-growing family?  And what
will happen to little red-headed Alannah as she grows up as part of the
Stuart family?

   Unfortunately, there must be an end to any story, although the lives of
the characters in The Measure of Man will continue, at least in my
imagination.  I really hate to stop telling the story.  I think of chapters
I'd still like to write.

   Are there any chapters you wish I'd write?  Do you want to know more
about what happens in the life of certain characters?  Send me an e-mail
message telling me what you wish I would write.  I make no promises but I
am reluctant to let my characters go.  Who knows?

   Maybe I will add a chapter or two someday.

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