"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."
“Kerry, would you start the shower for us?” I asked. “I’ve got to pee.”
“Me too,” he answered, just like I knew he would.
I sat down on the toilet while Kerry stuck his head in the shower stall. Brad watched and smiled down at me while I peed.
“Kerry always has to pee before he gets in the Jacuzzi,” I said. “He peed on Dad once when he we first moved in here and we were all getting in the tub together. I think he was three. Did it right where you’re standing. Kavan used to tease him about it so much that he always has to go now before he gets in the Jacuzzi.”
“Well, I’ve got to go too,” Brad said. “If I hear water running, it makes me have to piss too.”
“Which water running? Me or the shower?”
“Both, I guess.”
I got up and lifted the seat for him. Kerry turned around from the shower and walked over beside Brad.
He stuck his tongue out at me and then grinned. “Guys can do it two at a time,” he said, and moved into position beside Brad.
“I want to watch,” I said. “I’m bad.”
Brad put his left arm around Kerry’s shoulder and pulled him up closer to the commode, “Come on, Squirt, I’ll share.”
I watched as the two of them did it, exactly the same way: pull the foreskin back, aim, let fly, shake, squeeze, and cover up. Men! They’re funny.
Brad looked at me with an expression on his face that I couldn’t interpret. “You’re not bad, Arial. You and Kerry are both so full of mischief you keep me off guard. But you’re not bad. I love you anyway.”
I walked over to him and put my head on his shoulder and my arms around his waist. “I’m glad,” I said. “I don’t understand all this stuff, you know, about love and how I feel about you. I love Kerry but it’s not the same way I love you. I just hope I can figure it out some day.”
“You two are lucky, to be able to love each other so much,” Brad said. “My brother and I are friends but I don’t guess I really love him.”
“You don’t mind if I keep loving Kerry?” I asked. “I can’t stop loving him just because I’m starting to love you.”
“Are you two love birds going to get it on or are you going to get in the shower with me?” Kerry asked.
Brad reached over and grabbed Kerry’s arm and pulled him up closer to us. He wrapped his long arm around Kerry’s back and I put mine around Kerry’s waist. We stood there in a hug, my cheek against Brad’s right shoulder, Kerry’s against his left, Brad’s face bent down almost between ours.
“You’d better treasure you’re sister’s love, Squirt,” Brad said. “She’s teaching me to love her and I like it. Maybe she can even help me learn to love you.”
“Oh, shit,” Kerry said, and pulled away, with a big grin on his face. “If you two are going to get lovey-dovey with me, I’m leaving. Besides somebody smells.”
The shower in Mom’s and Dad’s bathroom was nice but it wasn’t really big enough for three. For one, it was plenty of room. For two, it was a lot of fun. For three, it was a little crowded. I couldn’t remember the last time Kavan and Kerry and I had been in it together.
Brad and Kerry and I managed to fit OK as long as we maintained a triangle. We’d probably have had plenty of room if they hadn’t both had hard-ons. Dicks do get in the way sometimes.
We just used our hands at first to wash the glue off our fronts. A little rubbing under the hot water was enough to get us all clean. Every time I wiped one of them down, I’d give their dick a quick pull. I was afraid they wouldn’t want to touch each other but they didn’t seem to mind. Brad even started it by pulling Kerry’s dick first and, of course, Kerry had to return the favor. Kerry started groaning and saying he was going to come but I knew he was teasing, at least I hoped he was.
Brad started shuffling around and I wondered what he was trying to do. He backed up into one corner, got me in front of him, and pushed Kerry into the diagonal corner. He had his dick pressed up against my stomach and Kerry’s was pressed up against my back. They started sliding up and down against me and I wondered if they were both going to come or if they were just teasing me. I turned around once between them and Brad curled his arms around and put his hands on my breasts, a thumb and finger on each nipple. Maybe I couldn’t get a hard-on but I sure could get a hot-on.
I felt the shower water temperature drop suddenly and I knew the washing machine had finished its wash and started the rinse cycle. I’d set it to wash on hot and rinse on cold but the inflow to the washer usually made the shower temperature drop. Dad said it was because the water pressure into the water heater dropped and so less hot water came out. I couldn’t understand it and I knew not to shower while the washer was on but I forgot.
“Come on, love birds,” Kerry said, “let’s get in the Jacuzzi.”
He didn’t get any arguments this time. We were out, dripping wet, across the six feet or so, and in the Jacuzzi in seconds. I made Brad get in on the big end so I could get in beside him. I pushed Kerry to the little end and he didn’t mind. They were still trying to settle how to arrange their long legs when I slipped in beside Brad.
Hot swirling water was heaven on a cold day. Kerry still wanted to play. He said he was a U-boat captain, ordered up periscope, and one poked up. Brad said he had a ball-istic missile, showed it to me, and asked me if he could launch it. Kerry liked that one. Kerry said he had a torpedo ready to fire. I told them they’d better not launch or fire anything in the Jacuzzi. After a while I made Kerry switch places with me and I straddled one leg on each while I played with the torpedoes or maybe it was the missiles. Nothing went off but Brad said he had a charge ready in the firing tube.
When my fingers started turning into prunes, I decided I was ready to get out. We all helped each other dry off and that was more fun. Kerry kept trying to grab Brad’s dick while I was drying him off. Brad got around behind him and grabbed him in a bear hug and told me to pull Kerry’s dick off. I tried but it wouldn’t come off.
Finally I made them stop playing and told them to pick up all the towels and socks and underwear. I led them through the house to the washer, put our first load in the dryer, and started a second load.
“Arial, when we get married, are you going to do the house-work in the nude?” Brad asked.
“No, Silly,” I answered. “You are.”
I suppose I’d have my work cut out for me, if we did get married, training him. I tried to think how he’d look vacuuming the carpet wearing nothing but a hard-on like he had now.
“I’ve got to dry my hair,” I said. “You guys have got to give me a time out.”
They followed me to the bathroom between my room and Kerry’s. I turned on the hair-dryer and started brushing my hair. Brad and Kerry watched me and every time I lifted my arms they both had their eyes on my breasts. They started whispering back and forth with each other, deliberately cupping a hand around their mouth so I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I couldn’t have heard over the hair dryer anyway. One would talk and the other would nod and then they’d reverse. I knew they were planning something.
“OK, what do you guys want to do now?” I asked when I finished. “We’ve got about an hour and a half before we’ve got to start dinner.”
They didn’t answer. Instead, Brad bent down, scooped me up in his arms, and carried me into my bedroom. Kerry was right behind us. I was right; they’d been planning something. Brad held me while Kerry pulled the comforter and blanket down to the foot of my bed. Then he dropped me right in the middle of my queen-size bed while Kerry closed the blinds. The room was dim and quiet and Brad was on the right side of my bed with Kerry on the left.
“What are you two up too now?” I asked.
I shouldn’t have asked. “Oh, almost six inches,” Kerry said.
“Silly, I meant what sort of evil plan have you devised for me?”
“It’s not evil, Arial,” Brad said. “We’re just going to love you for a while.”
“Yeah, there’s a catch to it though,” Kerry added. “You’ve got to stay on your back with your eyes closed while we do whatever we want with you.”
“You promised, Arial,” Brad said. “When you asked us to jack off, you said I could do whatever I wanted to with you.”
I didn’t know what he meant by whatever. “I thought we were going to wait a few more weeks before you did whatever with me,” I teased.
‘Shit, Arial, you know I didn’t mean that. You know we’re just playing with you. You’re not gonna get this until Thanksgiving.” He reached down, wrapped his hand around his dick, and waved it at me.
“You promise? You two little boys, you and Kerry, you’re not going to try to stick those little things in me?”
Kerry giggled. “Only if you open your mouth. Then I’ll give you my big thing.” He wrapped his hand around his dick too.
I stuck my tongue out at Kerry and then I opened my mouth and made a big O. Brad saw me and laughed.
“Let me get this straight. You want me to lay here in the middle of the bed with my eyes shut and you two do whatever you want with me.”
“That’s it,” Brad said.
“Oh poo, I thought you guys wanted to play,” I said, and I shut my eyes.
I heard them take a few steps and then Brad got in the bed on my right side and Kerry got in on my left. At least I thought that until I realized they were both standing beside the bed to begin with and didn’t need to take even a few steps to get in the bed. I started to peek and then remembered I’d promised.
They both turned on their sides so that they were facing me and each other. They must have planned well. The first thing they did was to pull the blanket back up so it covered the three of us. Next they moved up as close to me as possible, with their faces right at my shoulders, almost in my hair, their legs touching mine. I could feel two hard dicks pressed against my hips.
Brad reached down and pulled his dick out from between us and just let it rest on my thigh. I waited for Kerry to do the same thing and, when he didn’t, I reached down and helped straighten his out so it rested on me too. It was kind of neat, one dick for each hand, just begging for me to hold them. I wrapped a hand around each and tried using them like I was rowing.
“Just like rowing a boat, isn’t it?” I asked.
“No, it’s not, and will you for once just shut up?” Brad responded.
“What?”
“You heard me. You don’t have to joke about it. Just shut up and relax. Let me and Kerry love you without the cute remarks. And turn loose of my dick.”
Well, maybe he wasn’t exactly being nice but I liked it when he took charge. I turned loose of two dicks, let my hands rest on my stomach, and relaxed.
It was nice to just lay there with my eyes closed while their hands moved over me, sort of randomly touching me on my shoulders, breasts, stomach and thighs. But not between my legs and I wondered why.
Brad moved up a little on the bed, leaned over me, and found my mouth with his. I knew it was him. Kerry’s cheeks and chin were still as soft as mine. Brad was already shaving and I felt a little stubble on his chin. I put my hand behind his head and opened my mouth to him.
He found my breast with his hand and started teasing the nipple with his fingertips. Kerry did the same thing on the other side and I wondered how they were cueing each other.
After a minute or so, Brad’s lips left mine and I felt Kerry’s replace them. There was no mistaking them. I’d been kissed by both of them enough to know the difference. I felt Brad scoot lower on the bed and then his mouth found my breast and his hand started playing with the hair on my mound. I wanted so much for him to touch me between my legs but I just let him do whatever he wanted at his own pace.
They had to be cueing each other some way. Kerry moved down and found my other breast with his mouth. They were both doing the same thing - just gently licking my breast like it was an ice cream cone, and then still gently sucking on the nipple. I could have let them do that for the rest of the afternoon. I guess they tried to take up the same space because I heard two heads bonk and somebody whispered, “Shit.”
Kerry’s hand joined Brad’s on my stomach and they both played with my curls. I kept waiting for them to touch me between my legs but they just kept touching me everywhere but there. Finally, I caught Brad cueing Kerry. He caught Kerry’s hand in his, pulled it down so that they both had a hand on my thighs near my knees. They pulled my legs apart so that I ended up with my legs spread, one over each of theirs, and then the other of theirs over mine. I felt a pillow being dragged down on the bed, over me, and then they both started pushing it up under me. I lifted my butt of the bed and let them put it where they wanted it.
They both put their mouths back on my breasts and so I pulled the blanket up and over my head, making a nice dark warm cave for us. It was nice just to relax and let them do whatever they wanted. They were both sucking and licking and nuzzling my breasts. They were both teasing me with one hand, up and down on the inside of my thighs, down and around under my knees, up with fingertips until they touched my buns, just not where I wanted them to touch me.
I almost grabbed somebody’s hand and put it where I wanted to but I tried to wait to see when they’d do it and what they’d do. Just when I thought I’d lose patience with them, they finally did it, both of them did it. I felt two mouths and two sets of fingertips touching me so gently it was almost as if I was imagining it, just fingertips on the mounds on each side of my pussy, just two mouths, tongues, on my breasts. It was getting hot in the cave so I pushed the blanket down off my face and took some deep breaths.
Finally one of them took mercy on me. I felt a hand move up the inside of my thigh and one finger traced up and down on my slit and then found the place where it could slide into me. I was wet, hot and wet, and I wanted it in me. The finger stayed in me, stirring up my juices and slowly getting deeper and deeper into me.
Then another hand slid up my other thigh and joined the first one. They both played in my pussy for a while and then one hand picked up the other and moved it up to my clitoris. One finger, it had to be Brad, it was long, in me so deep, curled around, moving in and out, the other, it had to be Kerry, stroking my clit, dipping down in my honey pot, stroking upward against my clit again and again. Two mouths, two fingers, I just waited until it started and then let it ripple and quiver inside and then roll over me and squeeze deep inside me and I didn’t know what they were doing anymore.
They let me rest for a few minutes but they didn’t stop playing with me. Kerry loved to touch me on the inside of my thighs because he said it was so soft and smooth and I guess Brad decided he did too. They both alternated between my breasts and my thighs and touching me everywhere except for my pussy. They both kept nuzzling my throat and cheeks and occasionally giving me little kisses on the corner of my mouth.
Brad finally decided he was ready to do whatever - something else - with me. He moved down and over me, put his big hands on my waist, and sort of lifted or pushed me toward the head of the bed. Kerry moved one pillow up so it was still under my head and then Brad moved the other one up so it was still under my butt.
Brad moved further down and spread my legs wider and I think I started holding my breath then. He started wiggling around and I finally realized he was trying to kick the blanket out where it was tucked under the foot of the bed - so he could have more room. I started to giggle then but when he bent over and started kissing me on the inside of my thighs, I held my breath again.
Kerry was on his knees too, beside me, and he kept kissing me and them moving down to suck on one breast, on the other, and then kissing me again. Each time the pattern was the same, just a little touch of tongue between my lips, just a few soft sucks on my nipple while his hand held it, then the other nipple.
I knew they’d left me wet and wide open, with my inner labia spread wide like they always are when I’m hot and ready. The first time Brad’s tongue touched me, it moved from the bottom of my pussy, all the way up to my clit. He just held my thighs spread wide and licked and licked and licked. I finally had to start breathing again. I could feel an ache somewhere inside me, a need to have something inside my pussy.
After a few minutes, Brad straightened up and moved to the other side of me, still on his knees. Kerry moved down under the blanket, on his knees between my thighs. Just as I felt his tongue start teasing me between my legs, Brad started kissing me. His mouth tasted the same as my fingers did when I’d had them in my pussy. If this was whatever, I hoped they’d keep doing it forever.
They kept at me until I lost consciousness of time and everything else except for their mouths and hands on me. I wanted so much to feel Brad’s hard dick in me or maybe Kerry’s. I didn’t care which and I knew I wanted it like I’d never wanted anything before. When Brad moved his mouth from mine down to my breasts, I couldn’t keep quiet any longer.
“Brad, do it, please. I want to feel you in me.”
He didn’t say anything. He just kept his hands and mouth on my breasts.
“Please, Brad. I want you. Please do it.”
“No, Arial. Not yet. Just a few more days. You can’t want it any more than I do.”
He moved back down and it seemed like he almost pushed Kerry to one side. He put his hands behind my knees and lifted my legs so that my feet were on his back. I knew I was wide open to him and I wanted so much for him to put his dick in me. Instead he slid one finger, just one long finger, inside me, and then started using his tongue on my vaginal lips again, and I knew I was going to scream if something didn’t happen. He must have known how I felt. He finally put his mouth just where my lips joined and started sucking. I could feel my clit being sucked into his mouth and his tongue lapping at it. I exploded.
It felt like my insides, my pussy, was squeezing down and around on something inside me but I knew that what I wanted wasn’t inside me. It went on and on and I knew I was making strange unintelligible noises but I couldn’t stop. I waited for them to stop so I could stop too but they didn’t .
Kerry’s mouth was on my breasts, first one and then the other, and then on my mouth. He was tongue-fucking me, that was the only way to describe it. His hands were all over me or maybe they were Brad’s. I tried to push him away because I couldn’t take anymore and he stopped. But only to swap places with Brad.
Brad started kissing me. I could tell it was him because the hair on the back of his neck felt so different than Kerry’s fine hair. His mouth was open on mine and he was trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. His big hand was on my breast, tweaking my nipple. Kerry was licking me on the inside of my thighs, long wet licks up to where they joined, and then he fastened his mouth on my cunt and tried to suck everything out down there. I started coming again or maybe it was still because the aftershocks had never stopped when the next wave of contractions began. They were trying to drive me out of my mind and for the first time they succeeded.
When I finally opened my eyes, Brad and Kerry were still on each side of me, slowly stroking their cocks and watching me. Brad asked me if I was OK and I couldn’t talk. I nodded yes - but I would have nodded yes to anything he said - and shut my eyes again.
I suppose they were being sweet to me because they finally left me alone for a while. They whispered back and forth above me but I didn’t really care what they were saying. I just wanted to stay warm and relaxed and sleepy. After a few minutes, I remembered that they hadn’t come yet. I took a few deep breaths and opened my eyes to two grinning guys.
They were in mirror positions on each side of me: on their sides, head propped with one hand, other hand wrapped around their cock, slowly stroking it. I hoped they were finished doing their whatever to me because I was going to give them some of it back.
I got up on my knees and made them get close together. They were propped on pillows against the head of the bed. Their shoulders were touching but their legs were still farther apart then I wanted. I told them to get closer and pulled Kerry up by both hands. Brad put his left arm behind and I let Kerry lay back down on it. Now they were close enough, touching at their hips, their thighs touching all the way down.
I straddled their legs where they were side by side, one knee between Brad’s legs and the other between Kerry’s. I leaned back with my butt on their knees and just looked at their dicks for a minute or so. They were both hard and sticking up over their stomachs at a forty-five degree angle. Brad’s dick was bigger but, considering their body size, Kerry’s looked bigger on him. Brad’s balls looked swollen and, when I checked Kerry’s, his did too. I wondered if that was what blue balls looked like, not really blue, more pinkish-red and swollen.
I wrapped my left hand around Brad’s dick and my right around Kerry’s. At first I tried to do them both at the same time but I couldn’t get it coordinated right. So I just jacked Brad first and then Kerry. That worked fine. I wasn’t in any hurry to get them off anyway.
They both just lay there grinning at me like idiots and let me do all the work. I decided to see if I could do something to wipe those grins off their faces. I leaned over Brad, pulled the skin on his dick down tight, wrapped my lips around it, and tried to suck the head off. When I looked up, he wasn’t smiling; he was holding his breath. I gave Kerry the same treatment and his grin was gone too.
When I looked at Brad, he was grinning again. I didn’t care. I just kept at it, using my hands on them at the same time, my mouth on them one at a time, just slow and easy, letting them grin all they wanted to. Then Kerry started giggling while I was sucking Brad’s dick. I switched and then Brad started laughing. I played their little game for a couple of turns each and then decided I didn’t like being played for a sucker.
“It’s not fair,” I said.
“What’s not fair?” Brad asked.
“Both of you got at me and tried to drive me crazy. There’s only one of me doing whatever to you. I could use some help.”
“You mean that?” Kerry asked.
“Yeah, we need another girl,” I said.
Kerry started to get up. I don’t know what he thought he was going to do but Brad pushed him down on his back again and then got on his knees beside me.
“I’ll help you,” he said.
I looked at him like he really was crazy. I’d just been joking, I guess, and I hadn’t expected him to help me with Kerry. “I’m just joking,” I said.
“It’s OK,” he said. “We’ll both drive Kerry crazy and then he can help you with me.”
I didn’t believe him and I guess it showed. Then he wrapped his big hand around Kerry’s dick, leaned over, and did the same thing I’d been doing - tried to suck the head off. Kerry’s eyes looked like a couple of marbles in two saucers. After a minute or so, Brad straightened up and looked at me.
“Your turn.”
I took my turn for a while and then straightened up. Brad gave me another big smile and then took a turn with Kerry. I don’t know what he thought he was doing - whether he really wanted to suck Kerry’s dick or whether he was just saying it was OK for me to do it or whether he loved me enough to do it when he didn’t really want to. I don’t guess it mattered. Kerry’s eyes closed and his hands were clenching the sheets and I knew he was close to coming.
When Brad straighten up again, I leaned over to him and gave him a kiss. I’d intended it to be just a quick smack but it turned into an open-mouthed battle. He put his hand behind my head and wouldn’t let me go. I forgot about Kerry for a moment until I felt him moving below me.
When I looked down, he had his own hand on his dick and it was moving so fast it was a blur. While I watched, I saw the muscles in his stomach tense so that he looked like he had a six-pack. Then a second or so later, he let out one long squirt that flew straight up his chest and landed on his throat, another which landed in the middle of his chest, and a couple more that dropped on his stomach.
“Damn, Kerry, I thought you were too little but you’re got real fire-power in your torpedo,” Brad said.
Kerry couldn’t say anything. He was gasping for breath and I could see his pulse pounding in his throat. But he could still grin, one more of his big Kerry grins. When I got through laughing, I went to the bathroom for a wash cloth and towel.
Brad lay back and started stroking his dick again, just doing it real slow, while he watched me clean up Kerry. I decided it was his turn to go crazy this time.
I moved over him and nudged his legs apart with my knees. He turned loose of his dick and left it to me so I took charge. I just started stroking it at first and watching it drooling. I hadn’t seen Kerry’s dick doing that but I guess he wasn’t old enough yet. I squeezed upward, watched a couple of big fat drops ooze out, caught then on my finger, and then sucked my finger clean. It was sweet to my tongue, nothing like semen.
I decided we’d played with Brad long enough and it was time to put him out of his misery. I leaned over, pulled the skin on his dick down tight, wrapped my lips around it, and tried to suck the head off again. At school I’d heard one of the girls say if at first you don’t succeed, keep on sucking ‘til you do suck seed. I tried and I could tell he was getting close when he put his hands on my head. I guess he remembered he wasn’t supposed to do that and then moved them down to my shoulders.
“OK, big boy, let’s see what you’ve got in that missile,” Kerry said.
I looked up and he was on his knees beside Brad.
“You don’t have to, Kerry,” Brad said.
“I know. I just thought I’d give Arial a little help,” he answered. Then he leaned over, held Brad’s dick straight up, and put his mouth over the head. He just held it while he sucked it but when he took his mouth off, he jacked it up and down so fast and hard I was afraid he’d hurt Brad. Brad didn’t seem to mind if his dick got rough treatment. He just lay back propped on pillows, his hands to his side, hanging on to the sheets just like Kerry.
When Kerry finally let me have a turn, I decided to be rough too to see if Brad could tell the difference. He couldn’t, I guess. Men! They’re all alike. Brains turn to mush when they’ve got a hard dick. I almost bit his dick to see if he’d like that too.
After one more turn each, anybody could have seen that Brad was ready to launch his missile. His balls were drawn up so far they weren’t hanging down at all and were neat and tight on each side of the base of his cock. I’d never seen a guy’s balls do that before.
I started to take another turn but Brad decided what he wanted to do. He wrapped one big hand around mine on his cock, pushed my head away with the other, and started jacking a fast as he - or we - could. He launched a big white payload up and over on his chest and then fired a few others behind the first. He was a little off center and the puddles started running down on his ribs almost as soon as they hit. I grabbed the towel off the night-stand and wiped them up before they messed up the sheets. I didn’t want to have to do any more laundry.
We just lay there talking and being silly and laughing until I remembered I was supposed to do something for dinner. I checked the clock and decided it was time to get in the kitchen.
I chased them both down the hall to the laundry room so we could get dressed. The first load with our jeans and sweatshirts was still warm in the dryer so we put those on without any underwear. The second load of towels and socks and underwear was still in the washer so I put them in the dryer and started it. I didn’t think it’d matter if we didn’t have on underwear for the rest of the day.
I made Kerry brown the Italian sausage in olive oil while Brad peeled the potatoes. I chopped the celery and garlic and onions and set the herbs and spices out on the counter. I opened two big cans of tomato sauce, showed Brad how to chunk the potatoes, and waited on Kerry to finish with the sausage. The only other thing we needed was a big loaf of Italian bread and I found two in the freezer.
Not long after the stew pot started simmering, I heard the buzzer on the dryer go off. I pulled everything out in a basket and took it in the kitchen. I pulled out my socks and put them on over my cold feet. The floor was a little cold and the warm socks felt wonderful. I let Brad and Kerry dig out their own socks. I folded Brad’s briefs and long underwear and put them in a sack so he could take them home. I threw Kerry’s to him so he could put them away. I folded mine and took them in my room. When I came back, Brad and Kerry had the towels folded.
Everybody enjoyed the Italian stew. Brad and Kavan and Kerry ate like they hadn’t had anything to eat in days. We all sat around the kitchen table talking after dinner. Mom asked me what we’d been doing all day.
“We swept up the leaves and carried them down to the mulch pile,” Brad said. “I guess I wouldn’t mind living in a house with a yard. If was fun.”
“We got in the Jacuzzi together,” Kerry said. “After freezing all morning, it was nice to have a hot soak.”
I didn’t say anything and I guess Dad picked up on it.
“Didn’t you have a good day, Princess?” he asked.
“Yeah, I had a very nice day, Dad. But these two have been cutting up and trying to drive me crazy.”
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On Friday morning of the week before Thanksgiving, Kerry and I were both in the bathroom together, getting ready for school. He set the timer and we did our two-minute brush. When we got through rinsing with mouthwash, he handed me the mousse I sometimes used on my hair.
“Do my hair?” he asked.
I knew what he wanted. Usually he just brushed his hair neatly, parting it in the middle and brushing it back over each ear. Once in a while he wanted me to do something different for him. I rubbed some of the gel over my hands and then massaged it into his hair. I used my hands to smooth it back on the sides and then combed my fingers through it on top so it was in spikes and tangles. He watched what I was doing in the mirror. I liked it. He gave me a big smile and I knew he liked it too.
“Arial, some of the girls at school think they’re playing with me. I just act like a little kid and play along with them.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant. “Maybe you’d better explain that.”
“Well, you know Mary Susan Burgoyne, the cheerleader, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I know her. Who doesn’t?”
“She keeps coming on to me.”
“Kerry, she’s sixteen and she’s the girlfriend of one of the football players. You’d better be careful with her.”
“It’s not me, Arial. She’s in one of my classes and she sits behind me. Monday, she tapped me on the shoulder before class started. When I turned around, she had the top button on her blouse open and she leaned over and showed me the top of her tits. She pretended she had a question about the class but we both knew what she was doing.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yeah, she’s got nice tits but she doesn’t have a brain in her head. She asked me if I liked what I saw and I said, “Yeah, you got anything else worth looking at?”
I couldn’t help but giggle at that. Just like Kerry. “What did she say then?”
“She asked me if I’d know what to do with it if she showed it to me.”
“Come on, what did you say then?”
“Nothing, I just stuck my tongue out a little and licked my lips. She acted like she couldn’t believe I’d do that.”
“Would you do it if you got a chance?”
“Shit, I don’t know. I’d like to lick her to a couple of orgasms and then fuck her silly. But if I did, it’d be all over school the next day. She can’t keep her mouth shut.”
“Who else?”
“Two or three others. They think it’s fun to tease me about sex. They act like I’m too little to know anything about it. I do like you do, just smile and don’t say anything.”
“Well, that’s probably the best thing to do. Don’t let them know what you’ve done because they’ll probably spread it all over.”
“Arial, if I ask you something, will you give me an honest answer?”
“Sure. What is it?”
“Do you think maybe I made a mistake starting to high school two years early? Do you think maybe I should have waited.”
“Of course not, Squirt. You’ve got A’s in every course you’re taking. You can do the work without any trouble.”
“I don’t mean that. It’s just that all the girls are at least two years older them me. The seniors are six years older. I’ll never have a girlfriend.”
I really hadn’t thought about that before. He made friends so easily I guess I didn’t worry about him having friends in high school.
“What about Leigh?” I asked. “Wouldn’t you consider her your girl friend?”
“Naah, we’re just friends. I like her a lot but about the only thing we have in common is we both like to fool around. I can’t see getting serious about her.”
“Then you should be careful with her. She doesn’t deserve to be hurt by you.”
“I know. Do you think I could come up with something so she’d dump me? If I dump her, it probably would hurt her feelings. If she dumps me, she’ll probably be OK with it.”
“Maybe. If you want me to, I’ll help you think about how to get her to do it.”
“It’s just that she’s so immature about so much stuff. The high school girls are a lot more interesting to talk to.”
“Kerry, she’s a year older than you.”
“Yeah, I know, but if we couldn’t fool around, we wouldn’t have much to talk about. I just wish some of the girls at the high school would like me.”
“There are lots of nice girls who like you, Kerry. They talk to me sometimes about you.”
“Who? Name one.”
“Susan Whittaker. You know her. She lives a couple of miles from here, over on Frost Line Road.”
“Yeah, she’s nice. She’s got brains and looks but she’s about your age. She wouldn’t be interested in me.”
“Well, she is. She and I are in two classes together and she’d always asking me about you. She thinks you’re the cutest guy she’s ever seen.”
“She’s classy like you, you know, the way she acts and dresses. I wish I could date somebody like her.”
“She loves to dance. Every time the school does a play or a musical that needs a dancer, they get her. Maybe you two have something in common there.”
“Come on, Arial, I’m not that good a dancer. I like practicing with you and Mom but…”
I cut him short. “We’ve got to get out front and wait for Brad. Anyway, you’re a very good dancer.”
“Well, I’d do the horizontal mambo with her.”
“Would you go somewhere with her and me and Brad if I set it up?”
He looked at me like he couldn’t believe it could really happen.
“Yeah!”
We went out on the front porch to wait for Brad. The morning was cold but the sun was shining from a cloudless sky.
“Mary Susan almost showed it to me on Wednesday,” Kerry said.
“What? In class?”
“Yeah, she tapped me on the shoulder again. When I turned around, she uncrossed her legs real slow, like she wanted me to look. She had on a short skirt and I don’t think she had on any panties.”
“You couldn’t tell?”
“Naah, if she did, they were black ones.”
“I hope nobody saw you and her. We don’t need any more problems.”
“Well, I had a problem later, a hard one.”
“You mean you got a hard-on?”
“Yeah, but that’s nothing unusual. I have’em all the time.”
“What do you do?”
“Well I usually just try not to think about it. If I get to thinking about the class, it usually goes away by itself. I’d have been OK if Mrs. Redford hadn’t asked me to demonstrate a problem.”
“In front of the class? You mean read the problem, explain it, and then show how you worked it? She used to get me to do that last year.”
“Yeah.”
“What did you do?”
“I just looked straight at her and asked if I could beg off this time. I think I surprised her ‘cause I’ve always done it before when she asked.”
“Do you think it’ll hurt your grade?”
“Naah. After class was dismissed, she asked me to stay for a minute. Asked me why I didn’t want to work it. I just told her.”
“You mean you told her you had a hard-on.”
“Sure, except I called it an erection. She’s been married for almost a year. I’ll bet she knows what one is.”
“What did she say then?”
“She just laughed and said OK but I had to raise my hand the next time she called for a volunteer.”
“She’s a good teacher. Most students love her.”
“Yeah, I think she’s great. Just as I started to leave the room, she called my name. I turned around and she told me to watch out for Mary Susan, said she’s a tease. I didn’t say anything but I sort of mouthed the words cock teaser. She just smiled and nodded her head.”
“I wish you wouldn’t worry about having girl friends yet, Squirt. Just have friends - guys and girls. That’s what I’ve always done until I started going with Brad. You know I’ve done lots of stuff with a crowd and maybe one guy asked me to go but we didn’t consider ourselves boy friend and girl friend, just friends. It’s a lot easier that way.”
“Are you and Brad still planning to do the deed next week? When he comes over for Thanksgiving dinner?”
“I don’t think I’m going to wait ‘til then. He’ll spend most of this weekend with me and I think we’re going to do it Saturday night.”
“I hear his car coming up the hill. Does he know about it yet?”
“No, and don’t you let him know. I want it to be a surprise.”
<><><>
Friday night, after dinner, I asked Mom to chase everybody else out of the kitchen so I could talk to her while we cleaned up. When the rest of the family left, I told her.
“Mom, Brad’s coming over tomorrow morning to stay until Sunday afternoon. I want to do it with him Saturday night.”
She looked at me for a minute or so like she was thinking about what to say.
“The last time we talked, I think you said you and Brad had done pretty much everything except ‘it’. I assume you meant he hasn’t had his penis in your vagina.”
I giggled. Since when was she a stickler for the scientific terms? “No, Mom, I mean he hasn’t had his cock in my cunt.”
She giggled too. “Come on, Arial, I don’t believe you. You’re telling me he hasn’t had his pecker in your pussy?”
“It’s true, Mom! The only thing he’s had in my pussy is his tongue.”
She stopped laughing and just smiled at me. “Is he a good lover, Princess?”
I knew it was time to be serious. “I think so. We’re having lots of fun and we’re both learning about each other. He doesn’t have much experience with girls.”
“Does he know how to satisfy you? To make sure you have orgasms? He doesn’t go off and leave you wanting?”
“Yes, he’s always considerate of me. You remember last Saturday, I told Dad that Brad and Kerry had been trying to drive me crazy all day; well, they took turns going down on me and when I came I think I almost fainted.”
“Kerry said you three got in the Jacuzzi. You all three fooled around too?”
“Yeah, it was fun.”
“What did Brad think about having Kerry involved?”
“I think he was OK with it.”
“Does Brad understand that a woman doesn’t necessarily have orgasms from vaginal intercourse, that he may have to lend you a hand or maybe a tongue to help you come?”
“I don’t think so but so far he’s a good learner. I’ll make sure I teach him.”
“It’s important, Princess. That’s one thing that makes your father such a good lover. If he comes inside me before I do, he’ll use his fingers or mouth to give me an orgasm too. He’s always loved to get his mouth down there and he’ll use his tongue on my clit no matter how big a mess he’s made in my pussy. Some men just want to roll over and go to sleep after they get theirs.”
“Maybe I’ll just see what he’s willing to do tomorrow night,” I said.
“I know you said you were going to wait until Thanksgiving. It’s just a few more days. What made you change your mind?”
“I don’t know. I just want to do it. I’m all mixed up sometimes. I think I love him but I know we’re too young to be getting serious with each other. It’s just that I wish I could be with him the rest of my life. Last time we were fooling around, I wanted to feel him inside me so bad I almost cried. Am I making any sense?”
“Yes, Princess, you’re making perfect sense. You’re just a normal young girl trying to learn what it’s like to love a man. Don’t make a problem out of it.”
“I won’t. He’s always so sweet and nice to me. I tease him more than I should and he never gets mad at me. He treats me nicer than I deserve. I told you we talked about waiting until after I’d been on birth control for a couple of months; well, he’s the one who’s held to that. I’d have done it already if he hadn’t held back. He says it’s just too important for us to do it without thinking.”
“He’s right, you know. Most guys would probably have sex with you without worrying the least bit about the consequences.”
“I told him how you got pregnant with Kerry, how the antibiotic made your birth control pill fail. I asked him what he’d do if I got pregnant.”
“What did he say?”
“Exactly the right thing. He said we’d keep the baby, he’d marry me, we’d raise a family of beautiful kids together, and he’d be the happiest man alive.”
“Sounds just like your Father.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“You know it’s OK with your Father and me for you to sleep with Brad, to have sex with him. We’ve always tried to be honest about sex and love with you. Kieran and I both think you’ve shown a lot of maturity with Brad. What’s bothering you about going the rest of the way?”
“I don’t know. It’s just such a big step. We’re so young and I know we’re not ready to assume the responsibility for our lives yet. I just want you and Dad to know how I feel so you won’t be disappointed with me.”
“Arial, we’ve never been disappointed with you. I don’t think we ever could be. Now, tell me what I can do so you young lovers have a good night together.”
“Nothing, I guess. Don’t come running if I yell. Don’t let Kavan and Kerry tease me and Brad. I’d just like to have a quiet peaceful time with him.”
“Kavan and Kathryn will be working at the plant nursery tomorrow until five. They’ll be home after that just long enough to bathe and then they’re going to a party. When they come home, they’ll be too tired to bother anybody.”
“What about Kerry? I love him to pieces but he’s so full of mischief sometimes.”
“Does he know what you and Brad are planning?”
“Yeah, but Brad doesn’t know yet. I just decided this week.”
“You were supposed to have your period this week, weren’t you? Will that be finished?”
“It started last Sunday night, just like the info sheet for the birth control pill said it should. No problems. I’m OK now.”
“Kerry’s already made sure he won’t be a problem for you. When I came home this afternoon, he asked me if he could go spend the weekend with Stuart and Joanne again. I asked him if Stuart had invited him. He said he hadn’t but he’d told him he wanted him to come back anytime so they could work on some research stuff together. Kerry called him before dinner and got an invitation. I’m dropping him off before noon tomorrow.”
That made me stop and think for a minute. I just shook my head in amazement. I guess Mom knew how I felt. She usually does.
“What?”
“It’s just Kerry. He’d the most lovable little brother any girl could ever have. I guess I’ll always wonder how he can give so much love to other people.”
“I feel the same way about him, Arial. All of us have loved him so much he could have become spoiled by it and never think of anybody but himself. Instead, he gives back so much love it amazes me.”
“What are you and Dad doing tomorrow night?”
“We talked about going out to dinner. Do you think Brad would like to go? Could you two wait until after that to do it? I promise not to call you on Sunday morning.”
“Where would we go?”
“A little Italian place your Dad and I know. It’s dark and quiet and all the booths are sort of private. It’s the sort of romantic place where lovers can look into each other’s eyes and think about what they’re going to be doing later that night.”
“Will you and Dad be thinking about it?”
“Yes, Princess. We’re still lovers, you know. I wish I could open my heart and let you in so you could see how much I love your Dad. They have cloths on the table and you can put your hand under it, on Brad’s cock, and tease him. I’ll do it to your Dad if you’ll do it to Brad. Is it a deal?”
I knew Mom would understand if I talked to her. I hugged her and she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.
“I just hope Brad doesn’t come in his pants,” I said.
<><><>
Saturday morning, Brad rang the bell at the front door about mid-morning. I’d asked him to wear some old clothes so we could take a walk and to bring something nicer for when we went out to dinner. He didn’t complain when I asked him to go to dinner with my parents but he said he hoped it was a place where he didn’t have to dress up. I’d told him the clothes he wore to school would be OK.
When I answered the door, I saw he had khakis and an oxford dress shirt in a plastic bag and a pair of loafers in his hand. I led him down the hall to my room and opened the door to my closet. I pushed my clothes down a little on the rack so there was room for his. He stood looking at my closet for a moment – it was as neat and organized as his - and then hung up his clothes and put his shoes on the floor.
He took off his big parka, the one he wore to school on really cold days, and looked in my closet again. I guessed he was looking for a hanger for his coat. I took it from him and tossed it on my bed.
“I’m not a total neat-freak,” I said. But I didn’t tell him I’d already made up my bed with clean linen, the nicest ones I had.
“Where’s everybody?” he asked.
“Kavan and Kathryn have been gone since before eight. They’re working again today. Mom’s taking Kerry over to stay with Stuart and Joanne for a couple of days. Dad’s around here somewhere.”
I took his hand and led him to the kitchen. I’d made a fresh pot of coffee just before he rang the bell because Dad asked me to. I didn’t tell anybody but I made it with just de-caf so I could have some too.
Brad did the same thing he usually did when we had a minute alone - he hugged me. He pulled me against him, spread his legs wide so he was shorter, and wrapped his long arms around me. I put my arms around his waist and tried to bury my face in the side of his neck. After a minute or so, he cupped his hands around my buns and pulled me against him tighter.
We were standing like that when Dad came in from the family room. He had on sweats with just socks and I guess Brad didn’t hear him until he spoke.
“Good morning, Brad.”
Brad almost jumped; his hands quickly left my buns and moved up to my waist.
“Good morning, Mr. Stuart,” he said.
Dad put his coffee cup down on the counter and walked over beside us. I wondered what he was doing and then I felt one of Brad’s hands on my fanny again. When Dad took hold of my wrist and moved my hand down so it was on Brad’s butt, I knew what he was doing. He walked around on the opposite side, moved my hand, and then moved Brad’s so we were both cupping each other’s behind.
“Equal opportunity groping,” he said, and then poured himself another cup of coffee and left us standing in the middle of the kitchen.
<><><>
Mom was back by lunch time and the four of us had sandwiches together. Afterwards, I asked Brad if he’d go for a walk with me. I’d always liked to go to the remains of the old church building down on the bottom land near the creek behind our house. There wasn’t much of the old building left except the stone floor and parts of two walls. Dad said it had been built about a hundred years ago and had been washed away in a flood in the 1930’s. It was a beautiful spot under some big maple trees and I thought it still felt sacred. It was one of my favorite spots to picnic.
When Brad saw the old church remains, he loved it too. The sky was a cloudless blue but the temperature was in the forties and the wind was blowing occasionally. We found a sheltered spot near one of the old walls and Brad found a clean place on the floor so we could sit down. He sat down first, legs spread, knees bent, and I knew what he wanted. I sat down and scooted back between his legs so I could lean against him and he could put his arms around me. He just sat and held me for a few minutes. I didn’t feel any need to talk and I guess he didn’t either. I was learning to like being close and quiet like that.
“Arial, why do you want me?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I really didn’t understand what he was asking.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. You could have any man you wanted. Why me?”
“Silly. There’s no answer to a question like that.”
“There’s got to be,” he insisted. “I’m feel like I’m too tall already and I haven’t stopped growing. I’m awkward and uncoordinated sometimes. I think I look OK but I’ll never be called handsome. I guess I’m satisfied with me but I just don’t feel like I’m good enough for you.”
“I think you’re taller than Dad. How tall are you?”
“Six two. My Dad said he didn’t quit growing until he was about nineteen. I may end up six three or four. How tall are you?”
“I haven’t measured lately. Mom’s five nine and I’m just a little shorter than her. I think I’ll be tall like her. If you and I are both tall, we’ll just have tall kids.”
“But we ought to have more in common that that, Arial,” he said.
“Brad, when’s the last time you wore jeans to school?” I asked.
“Huh? I can’t remember. I don’t think I ever have.”
“Have you ever seen me in jeans at school?”
“Naah, you’re always dressed kind of classy. I think you wear pants most of the time and skirts once in a while. I’ve never seen you in a dress at school.”
“And you’ve always got on khakis or some other color casual pants. You wear dress shirts to school and I don’t know anybody else who does that.”
“It’s because my arms are so long and I can get my sleeve length in a dress shirt. I like permanent-press oxford shirts. They’re easy to iron and always look nice.”
“Brad, will you marry me?”
“What?”
“If you iron your own shirts, I want to marry you before some other girl gets you.”
“OK, so we’re both neat-freaks. What else do we have in common?”
“Does your Dad make you study?”
“No, he doesn’t have to.”
“Then why do you do it?”
“I do it because I want to. I don’t know what I want to do when I get out of college but I know what I want to make out of myself. I make my grades for me, not for anybody else.”
“So do I.”
He was quiet for a minute or so.
“OK, so we’re both tall neat-freaks who like to study. What else?”
“Because I’ve never been happier than I am right now, sitting here on a cold stone floor with your arms around me.”
“Yeah, it is kind of nice, isn’t it? What else?”
“Because I love you and you love me and there’s no rational reason why but we do.”
He was quiet and I guess he was thinking about us, just like I was.
“Arial, I don’t think I’m falling in love with you. That makes it sound like I trip over something and then I’m there. I think I’m growing in love with you, just a little more all the time. Is it like that for you?”
“Yes, Love.”
“So do you think we can keep growing in love together until we get married and then keep growing when we have kids?”
“I hope so. That’s what Mom and Dad have done.”
<><><>
Saturday night, in our booth in the restaurant, Brad didn’t come in his pants after all. He squirmed and I wouldn’t stop until he had a hard-on. He tried to swat my hand away until I leaned over and told him to look where Mom had her hand. Dad was leaned back with a smile on his face and a look in his eyes that could only mean one thing. When Brad realized Mom was doing the same thing to Dad, he finally relaxed and let me hold his cock. By the time we had tiramisu and cappuccino for dessert, he returned the favor by sliding my dress up and putting his fingers on the inside of my thigh.
We were back home just before nine. Brad thanked Mom and Dad for dinner and we stood talking for a few minutes. I still hadn’t told him what I’d planned and I was glad Mom hadn’t let it slip in teasing us. I started to lead Brad down the hall to my bedroom but Mom asked me to wait a minute. She went in the dining room and picked up a shopping bag hidden behind the door. When she handed it to Brad, he looked at me with questions in his eyes.
“It’s presents for two young lovers. Kerry wanted to get you something and he and I stopped by the mall on the way over to Stuart’s and Joanne’s this morning.”
Brad reached in the bag and brought out a couple of gift-wrapped packages, one small, one larger. He handed the larger one to me and I looked at it and saw my name in Kerry’s handwriting.
“Well, aren’t you going to open them?” Dad asked.
“Hush, Kieran,” Mom said. “They can open them in their bedroom.”
“Do you know what’s in them?” Brad asked Mom.
“Yes, Kerry told me what to get and I helped him pick them out.”
“It’s not anything bad, is it? No dirty jokes or stuff like that?” I asked.
“No. They’re nice presents. Kerry wrote two notes before they were wrapped. I don’t know what he wrote but he I think he knew what he wanted to say.”
“Then let’s open then now, Arial,” Brad said. “I don’t mind if your Dad knows what’s in them. I guess it’d be OK if they know what Kerry wrote.”
I nodded and Brad opened his package. He slid the ribbon to one side and off and then handed the wrapping paper to Mom. There was a small box inside. When he opened it, I saw something made of a blue silken fabric inside. He picked it up and it was a pair of lounging shorts. In the bottom of the box was a small paper with Kerry’s handwriting on it. Brad read it and then held it in front of me.
“A gift of love is always more precious when it’s beautifully wrapped,” I read.
I felt like I wanted to cry but I held it in. I pulled the end of the ribbon on my package and the knot came undone. When I folded back the paper, there was another box. I held it over toward Brad and he lifted the lid. Inside there were two or three different items, all in pink silk and lace. I picked up the one on top - panties, the next one - a bra, and the next one - a short lacy peignoir. Underneath there was another note. I read it and then held it over in front of Brad.
“Make sure Brad is patient in opening his gift of love. It might be hard but he’ll enjoy it more,” he read. I looked at Brad and I could tell he was blushing.
I tried not to cry but I couldn’t keep the tears out of my eyes and I wasn’t faking it either.
“I guess he’ll never cease to amaze me,” Dad said and I knew he meant Kerry.
“Dad, would you take a picture of Brad and me after we put them on?” I said it because I wanted to show the picture to Kerry; I should have thought about Brad too.
“Arial!” he growled.
Maybe I should have thought about how Brad would feel.
“I’m sorry, Love,” I said. “I’d like Kerry to see us and I’d like to keep it so we can look at it when we get old.”
I knew we’d both get hugged before we went to my - our - bedroom. Dad’s always been the big one for hugging and I think he’s getting worse as he gets older. Brad hugged Mom back but I don’t think he knew where to put his hands when Dad wrapped him up in a hug. It was the first time I’d seen Dad hug anybody taller then him.
“You could have told me what you were planning,” Brad said, just as soon as we went in my bedroom. “I wondered why you’ve been grinning all day, like a tiger getting ready to pounce.”
“I thought it would be a pleasant surprise,” I said.
“It is, Arial. But I’ve already bought a present for you too. I was going to surprise you with it next Thursday. I didn’t bring it with me.”
“What is it? Tell me,” I begged.
“Nope, you’re just going to have to wait now. It’s just a little something I hope you’ll wear. And don’t beg me because that’s all I’m going to tell you.”
Brad wanted to take a shower before we went to bed but he said I couldn’t shower with him. He said, if he got a hard-on, it wasn’t going to go away by itself and I’d never get a picture. He made me go first and I just rinsed off and went back in my room wrapped in a towel. He’d already stripped down to his briefs - the ones I’d given him - and I looked around for his clothes. The closet door was open and I saw his pants and shirt on hangers next to the dress I’d worn to dinner.
He must have just rinsed off too because he was back in our bedroom in just a few minutes. He had on the lounging shorts and maybe he didn’t have a hard-on yet but the shorts didn’t hide much. His dick looked like it was about half-hard, like it was the first time I saw it.
I’d put on the bra and panties and peignoir Kerry gave me. The fabric was so thin I could see the darker color around my nipples in my bra. When I looked down, I could see the darker color of the hair on my mons in my panties. I’d never had a peignoir before and I couldn’t help but wonder why women wore such silly things unless it was because they wanted to look sexy for a man. They certainly didn’t hide much.
I let Brad stand and look at me for a couple of minutes and then I took his hand and led him down the hallway to my parent’s bedroom. The door was closed so I knocked. I heard Dad say “Come in.”
Dad was standing behind Mom, brushing her hair. The only thing he had on was a pair of lounging shorts too, red ones, and they didn’t hide his dick any better than the ones Brad had on. From the side, it looked like he was half-hard already too. Mom was sitting in a chair. She had on an ivory-colored nightgown, one I’d never seen her wear before. It was beautiful with her skin and red hair.
“You’re beautiful, Mom,” I said. “Where did you get the nightgown? Did Dad give it to you?”
“No, Princess,” she said, “it’s one I had when we got married. I put it away and saved it because it was getting worn out. I just thought it’d be nice to pull it out for tonight. You Dad always loved it.”
“Kieran,” Brad said, and I realized it had always been Mr. Stuart before, “could we have a picture of you and Sioned too? I’d like to be able to show our kids what their grandparents looked like when I tell them about tonight.”
“Are you going to tell them everything, Brad, about this crazy Stuart family?” Mom asked.
“Sure,” he said. “Our kids are going to be raised just like yours were. We’re going to tell them everything.”
We found a blank section of wall to use as a backdrop and I took a few pictures of Mom and Dad. I made sure I got one of him brushing her hair because I’d seen him do that so often. Brad and I might have been the young lovers but it was easy to see Mom and Dad were lovers too, and not old ones.
Dad took a bunch of pictures of me and Brad. I made him take one, from the side, of Brad untying the straps that held the peignoir closed. I asked him to retie it but he couldn’t because his hands were shaking so I did it. Dad took a couple of us standing, holding hands, looking at each other, and one of Brad sitting in the chair with me standing beside him.
When we got ready to leave the room, I could tell Brad wanted to say something to my parents or do something. I looked at his face and it looked like he was all choked up. He kept looking at Mom and then at Dad and then at me. Finally, Dad decided to chase us out.
“Go on, you two,” he said. “Sioned and I’ve got something we want to do tonight. Maybe you two young lovers can think of something too.”
I turned to leave but Mom had one more thing to say.
“Arial, I made your Dad reset the thermostat for tonight. It won’t drop until midnight and it’ll warm up tomorrow morning at eight.”
I took Brad’s hand, pulled him out of their bedroom, and closed the door behind us. I started to go in my bedroom but Brad put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me. Before I could turn around, he scooped my up in his arms, carried me in, and stood there holding me.
“Marry me,” he said, with a big grin on his face.
“OK,” I answered.
“Do you mean it?” he asked, and the grin was gone.
“Yes, but we’re going to have a very long engagement.”
“What was the thermostat business about?” he asked.
“Dad’s got it set to drop to sixty-two at night, usually at ten, coming back up at six. Tonight, our bedrooms will be warm until midnight.”
Brad put me down gently on my bed. I knew I weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds, the same as Kerry, but he lowered me slowly as though I weighed much less. I hated to leave those strong arms. He did have a very muscular chest and arms and it made me feel good to be held against him.
I moved over so he could get in bed beside me. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry so I tried to hold back too. He propped up on one elbow with his cheek in his hand and grinned, looking first at my face and then down over the rest of my body.
“Kerry’s right, you know. A gift of love is more precious when it’s beautifully wrapped.” He put his other hand over my stomach, moved the peignoir to both sides, and rested the palm of his hand on my bare skin. I waited but that was all he did.
“Kerry’s not here, Brad. It’s just the two of us. He wanted us to be alone tonight.”
“I know.”
He reached for my hand and moved it down between his legs. There was something there that was almost hard. It was bent down, straining against his shorts. I rubbed my hand up and down on the length of it. He put his hand on top of mine, pressed my hand against his cock, and leaned over and kissed me.
It was a chaste sort of kiss, just lips against mine, nothing more, but I felt a warmth start throughout my body. He pulled back a little, looking directly in my eyes. When he leaned forward again, I waited until I felt his lips and then stuck the tip of my tongue out. A second later, I felt the tip of his tongue touching mine and I felt my heart begin to beat faster. I opened my mouth wider to his and, at the same time, slid my hand inside the fly of his shorts. His cock was hot and almost hard and I tugged it around until it was pointed up toward his navel.
He kept doing the same thing, kissing me, pulling back, looking, then kissing me, and I felt his hand begin to wander. He cupped my breasts in his hand and twirled his thumb around over the fabric covering my nipples. He moved his hand down and cupped it over my mound, just holding it there, sliding his fingers up and down over the fabric covering my pussy. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and did the same thing to him, sliding my hand up and down. I tried to be as gentle a possible when I pulled it out through the fly of his shorts.
I suppose time began to slow down for me and I don’t know how long we just kissed and played with each other. For a while it was enough but then there came a time when I knew it wasn’t enough. Brad must have known it too.
“May I unwrap my present now?” he asked.
“You may unwrap yours but I want to go first. Please,” I coaxed.
He nodded and rolled over on his back. I rolled over too and got on my knees beside him. His dick was standing up at an angle over his stomach, the head partially uncovered, a glistening smear at the slit. It was beautiful. I looked at it, wanting so much to feel it buried inside me, knowing that it was finally going to happen.
I tugged on each side of the elastic waistband of his shorts and he lifted his butt off the bed to let me pull them down. I tried to lift them high enough in front to clear over the head of his dick but that didn’t work. Brad reached down and helped me get the shorts over it.
“I don’t want you to break it off before I get a chance to use it,” he said.
I looked down at his cock. It was standing up at an angle over his stomach, sort of throbbing or twitching. The foreskin was pulled back part way so most of the head was exposed. His legs were together and his balls were resting in a V on top of his thighs. It was all beautiful to me but something was different and I couldn’t figure out what it was. Finally it hit me. There wasn’t nearly as much pubic hair as usual. It was short and neat.
“What have you done?” I asked. He knew what I meant.
“I trimmed it a little bit this morning. I like the way yours is so neat. I thought maybe you’d like mine better the same way.”
I ran my fingertips over the skin where the shaft of his cock connected with his scrotum. It was smooth and I knew there was usually crinkly hair there.
“You shaved some too, didn’t you?”
“Just a little. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, but next time, I want to shave it.”
“OK, if you’ll let me do yours.”
I nodded and wrapped my hand around his dick. He watched my face as I slid my hand slowly up and down. I kept my eyes on his. I didn’t need to see what my hand was doing; it showed in Brad’s eyes.
“Don’t make me come, Arial,” he said. “I haven’t jacked off since Wednesday night.”
I stopped moving my hand, held his dick straight up, leaned over, and took the head in my mouth. I just played with it with my lips and tongue without sucking on it. I wanted him to come, just not in my hand or mouth. I straightened up and smiled at him.
“Tonight, when you come,” I said, “it’ll be inside me.”
I lay back down on the bed and he rolled over toward me. I was ready for him to unwrap his gift. I moved up toward the head of the bed, trying to get a pillow under my head, and then realized we were still on top of the comforter.
“Damn, Brad, get up. We’ve got to turn the comforter back.”
He chortled - I guess that’s the right word for the funny noise he made - and rolled off the bed. I rolled off on the side next to the wall and we turned the comforter down together. I kept a light blanket on the bed too and I picked up one of the pillows to turn that down. Underneath the pillow was a hand-towel, a new one I’d never seen before. On top of the hand-towel were a half-dozen foil-wrapped chocolate kisses. Brad picked up the other pillow and found the same thing. When I had made the bed that morning, there had been nothing there.
“Kerry?” Brad asked.
“No. He was already gone when I made the bed this morning. It was either Mom or Dad. I’m guessing both. Dad wouldn’t buy the towels but I know he has kisses like these in his desk.”
“I love chocolate but what are the little towels for?” Brad asked with a big smile on his face. He looked funny standing there holding the pillow with his dick pointing across the bed at me. I liked it.
“They’re so I don’t have to make you get up and get me a towel after you make love to me, Dummy. So we don’t make a mess on the bed.”
“Oh,” he said.
We folded the blanket down and got back in bed in the same positions as before.
“I like chocolate, too,” I said, “but you’ve got something else to unwrap before you get your candy.”
He reached over and found one end of the ribbon that tied the peignoir in front. I’d tied it in a bow since he couldn’t. He tugged on it so it untied. He pulled one of the straps on my shoulders and I rolled and pulled my arm free of the peignoir. He pulled the other strap and I pulled my arm free on the other side.
He looked at me and shook his head. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re not finished yet,” I said.
He moved over closer so his head was over me and looked down at the bra. I could see his forehead wrinkle; I wondered what was puzzling him. He touched me between my breasts, on the bra.
“Where does this thing come apart? Is it in back like a regular bra?”
“Brad, you’re smart,” I said. “This thing is made so a woman’s lover can take it off her easily. What do you think?”
“Oh,” he said. He leaned over closer and looked at the part where the two cups were joined together. I knew the clasp was there but I suppose it was hidden behind the lace. He touched me and finally found it. He tried to open it with one hand but that didn’t work.
“Use two hands, Love,” I said, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Arial, don’t make me feel like a fool. Maybe you don’t believe me but I’ve never done this before. I don’t know how these things work.”
He moved closer and used two hands. It worked and the two cups separated. I took a deep breath and waited for him to uncover my breasts.
With just his fingertips, he brushed the cup off on one side and then the other. Still, with just his fingertips, he traced a circle around one nipple and then the other. I looked down and saw my nipples standing up already. He stopped and just looked at my breasts. I waited for him to do something. Finally, he lay down, half on me, with his head between my breasts, his face turned so that his cheek was on my chest. I couldn’t see his face but I could feel his slow breathing. I waited.
He didn’t seem to be in a hurry so I tried to be content to wait with him. Finally he turned again, turned his face so that I could see him, see his eyes in contact with mine, and he brought his hand to one breast and his mouth to the other. It was like an electric jolt to me. I could feel the response all down my body and between my legs. I put my hands behind his head, closed my eyes, and enjoyed what he was doing to my breasts.
I didn’t hurry him; I just let him play. He was the one who decided he was ready to unwrap the rest of his gift. He reached down with one hand and cupped his fingers around my mound. I opened my legs to give him room. At first he simply rubbed me, up and down, exploring between my legs. When he was ready, he pushed my panties aside and searched out my pussy with one finger. I was wet and ready for him when he teased my inner lips apart. I heard him take a couple of deep breaths and I waited and let him play.
He moved again so that he was on his knees beside me and took hold of my panties on each side. I lifted my butt up off the bed so he could pull them down. He pulled. I lifted my legs, thighs up, so he could pull them up. He pulled. I held my legs up while he pulled them down my calves and off. I put my legs back down and spread them for him.
He moved over me and came to rest between my legs, on his knees, sitting back on his heels, looking down at my pussy. I waited while he looked at me.
“God, you’re beautiful, Arial,” he moaned.
“You’ve said that, Brad,” I whispered.
“Would you let me put a pillow under your hips?”
I handed him the other pillow and lifted my hips up off the bed. He tugged the pillow under me. I waited while he looked some more. Finally he decided what he wanted to do.
He moved further down on the bed and sprawled out on his stomach with his face between my legs. I looked down and could see his eyes, looking at my cunt. He moved back up a few inches and brought his mouth against me. I closed my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted.
He used just the tip of his tongue, licking up on each side of my pussy, moving closer and closer to the center with each lick. I think that’s when I started holding my breath each time his tongue touched me. He moved to the crease between my outer and inner labia - the same teasing touch with just the tip of his tongue. Finally, just when I was ready to scream, he sought out the part of my opening where I wanted his cock and began licking up until he found my clit, always just the tip of his tongue. I could feel the heat and tightness building inside me.
“Please, Brad, don’t make me come like that, I whispered. “I want to come with you inside me.”
He didn’t answer. He moved up and over me and I knew we were finally about to do it. I was scared but I wanted to do it. I reached down between us and waited until he brought his cock into my hands. His arms were stiff and straight on each side of me and the only other place we were touching was where his legs held my thighs apart.
He began to lower himself on me, slowly, and I guided his cock toward my opening. When I felt it touch me, I rubbed the big smooth head up and down between my lips, lubricating it. He waited until I was ready and until I finally seated it in the right spot. He pushed once and the head slid into me, spreading my pussy wide, so wide, but so good. He waited again and I moved my hands from between our bodies.
“Open your eyes, Arial. I want to see it go into you.”
I opened my eyes but I was confused. He was looking in my eyes, not down between our bodies. He lowered himself part way down on me and I could feel his body trembling. His eyes were wide and unblinking. He pushed once and I felt his cock slide into me just a little bit more. It stretched me, filled me, but it was so good I still felt like screaming. He pulled back once, pushed again, and it went a little deeper. I could feel him trembling even more. His eyes never left mine.
He did it once more and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt it sweep over me like a scalding wave, starting somewhere deep inside me, powerful contractions squeezing my cunt around his cock. It was still going on when I felt him collapse on top of me, as though his arms had given out. He fell on top of me, his chest against my breasts, and his face beside me. He pushed once, twice, pushed it all the way inside me, so deep that it was pain and pleasure at the same time, and then said something, “I can’t..,” and then I felt his cock throbbing deep inside me at the same time that my cunt was contracting around it. I wrapped my arms around his chest and my legs around his and pulled him against me and into me and wanted never to let him go.
Time really does stand still. There are aftershocks to earthquakes. I could feel my cunt rippling around his cock while we lay joined together for the first time. He was breathing as though he’d run a race but then so was I. I could feel his heart beating against mine or maybe it was just our one heart.
I could feel his cock gradually losing its stiffness inside me. I waited for it to lose its size but it stayed almost the same, softer now but still big, still filling me so much that it made me want to cry with joy. I could feel his balls too now, so soft and warm, resting between my legs on my ass cheeks.
Finally he lifted his head so that his face was over mine. He didn’t say anything. He gave me one gentle kiss, just my lips against his, and then looked in my eyes again.
“What did you start to say, Love?” I asked.
“When?” he asked and I could see his brows wrinkle in puzzlement.
“Just now, when you started to come inside me.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Yes, you did. You said ‘I can’t…’ and then you stopped.”
“OK. I don’t know.”
I became aware that there was something under me, just under my ribs on one side, and it was uncomfortable.
“There’s something under my back. Would you get it out, please?”
I tried to roll over and he shifted his weight on me and we rolled together. He reached his hand under and found it. He pulled it out and held it in front of my face. It was a chocolate kiss and it looked like it had been mashed almost flat.
He supported himself on both elbows while he unwrapped it. It was partially melted and he licked the foil wrapper and then turned it to me so I could lick it too. He stuck the brown lump in his mouth and held his fingers to my mouth. I sucked one and then the other clean. He leaned over and brought his lips to mine. I opened my mouth to his and he gave me a kiss. I gave it back, smaller, and he gave it back again, smaller still. It disappeared somewhere and we stayed with open mouths, still sharing the kiss.
We stopped to breathe and Brad looked around on the bed. He reached out beside us, found another kiss, unwrapped it, grinned at me, and popped it in my mouth. We shared four kisses before I made him stop, begging him to save some for later.
He raised himself over me, propped on his elbows, his forearms on each side of me, his hands curled around, holding me on my shoulders.
“What did you say I said?” he asked.
“You said, ‘I can’t…’”
“I can,” he said, and flexed his cock inside me. I realized it was hard again. He said it again and flexed it again. Once more. Yes, whatever it was, he could. It was hot and hard and so good and filling me and stretching me and I hoped he’d never take it out.
He moved his arms again so that they were beside me, his forearms beside my chest, his hands curled under and around my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me so I could feel his chest pressing against my breasts and my stomach against his. We were close but I wanted him closer and deeper in me. I brought my legs up, bent them, and wrapped them around him so that my ankles were locked behind his ass. That was better. He was stretching my cunt almost to splitting with his big cock and it was all I could want but I wanted it deeper still.
He started slowly, easing his cock out of me and then back in to the depths, and I savored every second of feeling his flesh moving in me. Gradually he began to move faster, to shove it into me harder. Within a minute or so he was shoving into me so hard that it jolted me toward the head of the bed. I thought any minute I’d bump my head but then I realized I wasn’t moving after all. He was holding me in place underneath him with his hands. His grip on my shoulders was almost painful. My cunt couldn’t quite decide whether it was feeling pleasure or pain or both at the same time.
“Wait, Love, please. Not so fast. You’re hurting me,” I finally managed to say.
He stopped instantly, still buried in me. I felt his hands relax their grip on my shoulders and the muscles in his body lose their tension. He lifted his face from my shoulder and looked into my eyes.
“I’m sorry, Arial. My dick was thinking for itself.”
I moved my hands up to his neck and pulled his lips down to mine. We opened to each other and played tongue tag for a minute until he pulled away.
“I am sorry, Arial. I said I’d never hurt you. I’m sorry.”
“Ssshhh, Love. It was good hurting. You were just going too fast. Can you slow down a little?”
“I’ll try.”
He started moving his cock in and out of me again, slowly this time, and it was all good. I lifted my legs into place over his back and locked my ankles together again. It was all so damn good I wanted to cry.
Brad started to squirm around on top of me and at first I couldn’t figure out what he was trying to do. He swung one arm down and around and caught my leg behind the knee and pulled and locked it in place. He did the same with the other arm and I was pinned beneath him. I was bent in half, my knees near my chest, my feet in the air over Brad’s back, and his cock was so deep in me I wondered how I could hold it within me. For a minute or so, he just stayed that way, his chest flattening my breasts, his breathing heavy beside my ear, his cock hot and hard in my cunt. Finally he lifted his face above me again.
“OK?”
I took a deep breath and nodded and he began to move in me. He was slow and careful this time, his eyes locked with mine, his hips moving up and down gently, his dick filling me and then withdrawing. Everything in my cunt felt liquid and I could feel the wetness smeared all abound it. He lowered his face to mine again and our mouths opened and he started tongue-fucking me above in rhythm to cock-fucking me below. It was too much and I could feel myself starting to come again.
It wasn’t strong and hard this time, just easy waves that kept rippling around while he slid his cock in and out. It seemed first like it had stopped and then it would start again. He kept sliding his cock in and out and I wondered if he even knew I was coming all the time while he was doing it.
Finally I felt his muscles tighten and his breath came out of his mouth into mine and I knew he was coming too. His thrusts became more and more erratic and he shoved his cock into me one last time and I could feel his convulsions somewhere inside me. The split second his spasms stopped, he released my legs and collapsed on top of me and I locked my ankles together over his ass and held him in me as tight as I could. I could feel something hot and wet seeping out of me and down the crack of my ass.
He stayed on top of me, dead weight, almost smothering me with his body, while our breathing slowly returned to normal. I could feel his cock gradually softening this time. I didn’t want him ever to take it out but, as he finally began to move, I realized that my pussy was going to squeeze it out as it softened. It almost hurt to feel it leaving me.
“Do you see those towels, Love? I think I’m going to need one,” I whispered.
He raised his head and looked around. He reached out with his hand and brought one back to my hand. When he finally rolled off me, I stuffed the towel between my legs and closed them. I couldn’t move. I shut my eyes and gave in. I felt him moving around and I knew he was wiping himself clean with the other towel.
He reached down and pulled the blanket up and over us, rolled the other direction, turned out the bedside light, and then stretched out beside me. I turned on my side, my butt to him, and he spooned up against me. I could feel the towel wrapped around his dick pressing against my backside. When he put his arms around me, I took his hand and held it to my breast. I couldn’t think of any words to say what I was feeling but Brad managed to find the right words.
“Are we joined together now, Arial, for the rest of our lives, my heart with yours?”
“I hope so, Brad, I really do.”
“Me, too,” he said and those were the last words I heard.
Some time during the night something woke me up. The comforter was pulled up over us and Brad was still spooned up against me. I was warm and sleepy under the cover and the room was cool now. As I gradually became awake, I realized that what I felt between my legs wasn’t a towel anymore. It was Brad’s dick, hard and hot and pressed against my cunt between my thighs. His hand was still on my breast but then he did it again and I knew what had awakened me - his thumb and finger were gently tweaking my nipple. He started sliding his dick back and forth between my legs as slowly and gently as possible. I let him play for a while without letting him know I was awake.
Finally I knew I’d had enough teasing. I reached down with one hand, moved my hips back a little, and pressed on Brad’s dick just under the head. It slid into me with no resistance, just the head and a little more but that was enough at first. I let him play some more and he quietly slid it in and out and I could feel the hot wetness spreading everywhere outside my cunt. He’d opened the floodgates and there was a deluge pouring out. I didn’t care. I let him play until I decided what I wanted. What I wanted was more.
I moved away from his and rolled over. I pushed him over on his back, swung my leg over him, and straddled him. I reached down with one hand, seated his cock in the right place, and slid down on it in one continuous motion until it was buried entirely in me. He pulled the comforter back up over my shoulders and then wrapped his hands around my ass. I could feel his fingertips back there, just on the lips of my cunt where they were stretched around his cock. I was warm under the comforter but I was hot on top of Brad.
I tried to remember how Mom had told me to do it. Slid up and down and then flex my pelvis forward until I felt my clit rub against the base of his cock. Just when I began to think it wasn’t going to rub on Brad’s dick like hers did on Dad’s, it began to work. It was just the faintest touch of my uncovered clit against the base of his cock but it was enough. It took only a few seconds until I felt my cunt start convulsing around Brad’s dick. It was too much this time and I started saying bad words.
Brad gave one little snort or laugh and moved his hands to my hips. He lifted me up above him a few inches and started shoving his dick upward into me. I could feel my aftershocks rippling around each time he hit bottom. It didn’t take long for it to be too much for Brad too. He shoved it in one last time, pulled me down so hard the bones of my pelvis hit painfully against his, and starting shooting inside me. Maybe I couldn’t feel his come squirting inside me but I could feel his contractions as clearly as my own.
When it all died away, I stayed on top of Brad. I could feel something running out of me and I knew he had to be getting drenched. I didn’t care. I didn’t even want to make him look for the towels again. Fuck the fucking sheets, I thought. I stayed there and his cock was still filling me when I went back to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, the room was bright with light through the closed blinds. I was spooned up against Brad this time and my face was pressed against his naked back. The comforter was around my neck but Brad’s shoulders were uncovered. I realized the room was already warm and knew that it was after eight. I took a couple of deep breaths and immediately wished I hadn’t. Something smelled musky, fishy, whatever, and it wasn’t a stink but it wasn’t an odor I wanted to breathe any longer than I had to.
I reached down for Brad’s dick. It was hard again. I’d heard Dad and my brothers talk about piss-hards more than once and I knew it wasn’t ready for me again. I held it for a while anyway. His pubic hair felt kind of crusty like something had dried there. He let me know he was awake too.
“Gotta pee,” he said.
“Me too,” I responded.
“Don’ wanna get up.”
“Me neither.”
We lay there for a while longer and he finally gave in first. He rolled out of the bed and let his hard-on lead him into the bathroom. I thought he looked cute with his hair all messed up and his dick pointing straight to where it wanted to go, like some sort of divining rod.
I waited and didn’t hear anything even though he’d left the door open. I was beginning to wonder what he was doing when I heard him finally start. It sounded like somebody had a fire hose squirting down in the toilet. It went on and on and I started giggling. When he finally stopped, I heard him give a big sigh of evident relief, say “Your turn,” and then the toilet flushed.
I rolled out reluctantly and went in the bathroom. The seat was down and it was dry. Maybe he was a keeper. I sat and peed - and peed and peed. He just watched me with a big grin on his face. I stuck my tongue out at him and wrapped some TP around my hand and patted dry. It didn’t hurt but I could tell my pussy had had a good workout during the night.
I got in the tub and started the shower. Brad got in with me and pulled the shower curtain closed. The warm water felt so good in my face and over my body. Brad’s hands all over me felt even better. We kept washing and fooling around and washing a little and fooling around a lot more and he had another hard-on by the time we were clean.
When we got out, we helped dry each other. I wanted to dry my hair but Brad wanted something else. He didn’t even ask, just turned me around and pushed on my back so that I was bent over the bathroom sink. He held me down with one hand and guided his cock with the other. He missed the spot the first time but I helped the second time and it hit the spot.
I’d given my pussy a little cleaning with my hand and water while I was in the shower but I hadn’t worried about the stuff deeper in me. He stirred it up in no time and started banging into me. I rested my forearms on the counter with my head over the sink and he put both hands on my hips and held me while he did what he wanted to. It didn’t take very long before I felt him shove it in as deep as possible while he stopped moving or breathing or anything except shooting another load deep inside me. I loved it.
After a minute or so, he slowly pulled his dick out and let me stand up straight.
“Did you come?” he asked.
“No, Love, but it’s OK, I don’t…”
He cut me short. He picked me up in those strong arms again, carried me back in the bedroom, threw me on the bed, pulled so that my butt was on the edge of the bed and my legs were splayed wide. He dropped to his knees, put his mouth on my pussy, and nuzzled until he found my clit. He sucked and tongued and in no time I came again. I would have been OK without it but I was much better with it.
When I could move again, I knew I needed to clean up a little before I got dressed. I started to do it in the bathroom so he couldn’t watch but then I decided he might as well learn. I went in the bathroom, got a wet cloth, a sanitary napkin, and came back in my room. I opened my dresser drawers and found a pair of panties. I used the cloth to wipe up as much as I could, spreading my pussy lips to get the inside cleaned a little. He watched everything with a grin until I picked up the sanitary napkin and my panties.
“What do you need that for?” he asked. “I thought you had your period the first part of the week.” I could see his brows drawn up in puzzlement again. Men! Sometimes they’re easy to read but they can be so dense.
“I did, Love. But somebody’s put four little deposits of semen in my pussy. Some of it’s already drooled out but there’s still a lot in me. If I don’t put a napkin in my panties, I’ll make a mess on everything when I sit down.”
“Oh.”
“I love you, Brad,” I said.
“I’m glad. Me too.”
“You love you too?”
“No, damn it. You know what I mean. I love you, Arial.”
“I knew what you meant, Brad. It’s just fun to tease you.”
After I dried my hair, we got dressed. Brad looked good in the sweats I’d bought him. We were both in Navy blue, one of my favorite colors. When we went looking for somebody else, Mom and Dad were sitting in the kitchen. They had orange juice and a carafe of coffee on the counter with some of Mom’s banana-nut bread. They said Kavan and Kathryn were still sleeping.
We started teasing each other while we were having breakfast, sort of comparing notes about what we’d done during the night but not really being explicit. When Mom asked me if I’d reached a conclusion about whether Brad was a good lover, I decided to tell her exactly what he’d done. I thought Brad would blush red as a beet when I told Mom and Dad what he’d done after we’d had our morning shower. But Mom started telling off on Dad too and then Dad gave us the low-down on Mom and Brad decided to give them the skinney on me. Before it was over, they knew everything Brad and I had done and we knew what they’d done. There wasn’t much difference; Brad and I had just done more of it. It felt good to be treated like a grown-up by my parents, sort of like we were equal and, when it came to sex and love, I guess we were.
About mid-afternoon, Brad said he needed to be home in an hour or so. I told Mom and Dad we were going in our room to take a nap. They knew we weren’t really sleepy. Brad and I found out how messy making love four or five times in about twenty hours could be. He said he didn’t care if it was messy when it was so good and I felt the same way. When he finally left I went in my room and had a good cry. It wasn’t because I was unhappy; it was because I was so happy.
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Thanksgiving was a wonderful day for me. All of my family was there, all five of us. Kathryn was there with Kavan and Brad with me. I felt bad that Kerry didn’t have anybody of his own so I made sure we were all extra nice to him. The Andersens, part of my extended family I guess, were there, Lauren, Stuart, Joanne, and little Paul. It would have been perfect if Luke and Rachael and Adrianna Bridges had been there too. But I knew they’d be moving back in the spring after their baby was born. It was wonderful to have such a big family of friends and people I loved. I hoped Brad and I could someday start another family something like this one but maybe not quite so mixed up.
Brad gave me the gift he’d bought for me. He said he wanted to give it to me the first time we made love but somebody hadn’t let him know the schedule had changed. It was a beautiful gold necklace with a pendant of two entwined hearts. There was a small stone in each heart and I recognized one as my birthstone. I looked on the back of the heart and found my name engraved there. Brad’s name was on the other. I put it around my neck and decided to leave it there from now on.
Mom had planned a real Southern Thanksgiving, no Turkey Day for us. We had baked ham, sweet potato casserole, apple-onion-cheese casserole, collard greens, and some other stuff. We had corn-bread and rolls and I think the rolls were the only thing we didn’t cook ourselves. Dessert was pecan pie and coconut-orange cake. None of it was low calorie but it was great food. I thought Brad was going to bust wide open eating so much.
But that night and for the next two that he slept with me, I helped him use up a lot of calories. A couple of times, I even got a few calories directly from him. But I didn’t have to worry about them making me fat.
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