"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."
Our bedroom was still totally dark when I awakened on Thursday morning. I was wonderfully warm and relaxed, pressed against Sioned, my arm around her waist. I gently moved my hand up until I found her breast. Even covered with her flannel nightgown, I loved to feel her softness. When I moved my hips closer, I felt her nightgown against my penis. I had no need for sex; we’d had a slow and loving coupling before we went to sleep. She’d come on top, riding me in her own way, and I’d rolled her over and taken my turn in my own way. Not one word said, no need for words: it was prefect.
Somehow I knew it was time for me to get up. I rolled over and looked at the lighted numbers on the clock – six minutes until the alarm went off. I rolled away from Sioned as gently as I could, made sure she was still covered, pulled my pajama pants up, and got out of bed. I pushed the alarm button off by force of habit and went in the bathroom.
I peed and then stripped for a shower. The bathroom was cool, almost cold, but I knew the heat would kick on in a few minutes. I showered quickly and then turned on the small TV to check the weather as usual. The weather channel was forecasting snow beginning sometime Friday morning, ending that night, with clear cold weather on Saturday and Sunday. It would be perfect for a trip to the cabin. I was standing there naked, just starting to shave, when I heard the door open.
“Good morning, Dad.”
I looked; it was Kerry, in his winter uniform of thermal underwear and white socks - and morning piss hard.
“Good morning, Son. Is your Mom up?”
He assumed the position over the commode, pulled his dick out, and released a stream from his fire hose into the center of the bowl. I hoped she was up; the noise was enough to awaken anybody. He answered when he finished.
“Sure Dad, she was just coming down the hall when I got up. I guess she’s going to fix breakfast for us this morning. You know I wouldn’t come in here if your bedroom door was closed.”
“Yeah, you kids are good about giving us our privacy,” I said. “What’s up with you this morning?”
“Is it OK if I use your shower? Arial’s already using the one in our bathroom.”
“Sure, it’s OK. Why didn’t you shower with her?”
“I need to get a quick one this morning. I’ve got a test today and I need about a half hour to review some stuff. When I shower with her, it always takes me longer.”
He stood watching me shave for a moment and I knew there was something else on his mind. He stripped and threw his sleep wear toward the clothes hamper. I stopped to watch, marveling at his long arms and legs and beautiful body. He kept looking me up and down.
“Dad, you’re really getting buff now. Are you still working out with the agents at Andersen Security?”
‘Yes, Squirt, I’m doing an hour three times a week. I’ve dropped an inch or so on my waist.”
“Looks like you’ve added some in your biceps too. I’ll bet you could lift like Kavan now.”
“Maybe, but I’m not doing weight training, Kerry. I’m just doing exercises for over-all body conditioning.”
“Dad, is it time for me to start shaving yet?” he asked.
“Nope, not ‘til your dick’s eight inches long.”
“Aawww, come on, Dad, yours isn’t that long. I’m serious. I’m getting a moustache.”
“Come over here under the light.”
He stood next to me and I looked at his upper lip. There was a moustache of sorts there – fine blond hairs that were invisible at first glance except at the corners of his mouth where they looked like two faint smudges.
“You’re right, Son, but don’t worry about it. If you’re like me, hair growth on your face will be kind of slow. I didn’t shave regularly until I was almost seventeen and even then it was only about once a week.”
“Could we talk tonight when you get home? I need to talk to you about me and Leigh.”
“Sure, Son, is there a problem?”
“Naaahhh, not really. I just need to talk. Sometimes I can’t figure out stuff and maybe you can help me.”
“The weather channel said we’d probably have snow on Friday and then a few days of really cold weather. I’d like to go to the cabin this weekend and install the new fans and check out the new heating system. Do you want to go?”
“Yeah, Dad,” he answered with real enthusiasm, “I’d love to go. I’d love to get out doors and make snow angels. Hell, I’d even make naked snow angels, maybe fucking naked snow angels.”
He giggled and I just shook my head. I knew better than to ask how he would make a fucking naked snow angel.
“Do you want to invite Leigh?”
“I guess so,” he said, as he got in the shower. “I’ll decide after we talk tonight.” He still had a grin on his face that told me he was thinking about snow angels.
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Dinner that night was a little cold. It certainly wasn’t the Mexican casserole that Arial and Kerry had prepared. That was a perfect meal-in-a-dish except for the heat level and they’d put a small bowl of jalapenos on the table for me to warm it up.
It was Kavan and Kathryn again. I’d already admonished them a couple of times not to bring their problems to the family dinner table. I’d told both of them to put on a happy face with good manners when we were eating together as a family and to let me and Sioned know whenever they wanted help with whatever was causing them to argue. They used the good manners but they couldn’t quite manage a happy face. When they started arguing again, I cut them short with two words: “That’s enough!”
When we were finished, Sioned started cleaning up. I caught her at the sink, gave her a hug, and whispered in her ear. She nodded her OK and I decided to tackle the problem.
“Kavan, the mats for Arial’s car came in UPS today. Could y0u help me install them tonight? I want to get them in before we pick up the seats. They’re going to be re-covered in a few days.”
We’d completed all the mechanical work on my old BMW that I was going to give to Arial. Now all that was left was the interior work and it would look like new for her sixteenth birthday in a couple of months.
Kerry started to say something, probably that he’d help, but I cut him short with a quick jerk of my head. He got the message. Kavan finally looked up and I think he knew he’d gotten an offer he shouldn’t refuse.
“Sure, Dad,” he answered, with no enthusiasm whatsoever.
In the basement garage area, he was willing to play go-for but that was all – go get me this, go get me that. He was usually eager to help me with anything automotive.
“What’s wrong with you and Kathryn?” I asked.
“Shit, Dad,” he said and his voice sounded like he was almost ready to cry, “I don’t know. It just seems like we can’t get along since she went to see her Mom in New York over Christmas.”
“Kavan, you had to let her go see her Mom. It’d been six months since she’d seen her.”
“Well, why wasn’t I invited too, Dad? I thought her Mom liked me.”
“I can’t answer that, Kavan. Her Mom was OK with letting her stay with us for one week over the holidays. It wasn’t unreasonable for her to want to have Kathryn by herself for the other week.”
“I know, Dad. But it’s like Kathryn’s different now somehow. All she can talk about is what it was like in New York with her Mom. It’s like me and my family’s not good enough for her.”
“Son, she’s seen bright lights and big city. Don’t blame her for being impressed. You probably would be too.”
“But Dad, I just get the feeling that’s she’s different with me now. She’s always liked sex just as much as I do but we just don’t talk with each other the way we did. Last year, if we’d had a good fuck, she’d reach up and hold my face in her hands, she’d look me in the eyes and say stuff like ‘Kavan Stuart, do you know I love you?’ She doesn’t do that now. Now, when I tell her I love her, she’ll just kiss me on the cheek and won’t say anything.”
“Kavan, I warned you when you and Kathryn started with each other, that it might not be permanent. I told you first love might be like a hot flame that burns out. You laughed when I tried to tell you not to let it leave you with ashes in your heart, to try to keep a warm glow because you were lucky enough to have it for a while.”
“Yeah, I remember, Dad. I thought you were being a typical father and I thought I knew what it was like with Kathryn better than you did. Maybe you were right about us. It still hurts.”
“Does her mother still want her to come to New York for the summer?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s going to be a real test, isn’t it, Dad?”
“I told you I’d give you air-fare to go up for a short stay, Son. Do you still want to work at the plant nursery next summer?”
He gave out with a couple of big sighs, looked me in the face, and put on a smile. I think he was beginning to face up to an unpleasant possibility.
“Yeah, Dad, I want to work all summer. I just want to start earning my own money to pay the insurance and gas for my truck. I don’t like you and Mom having to pay for all the stuff I get.”
“Son, I thought we had a deal when I got the truck for you and helped you fix it up. No drugs, no smoking, no liquor except at home, and I’d pay for your car insurance and maintenance.”
“Yeah, Dad, I appreciate what you’re doing for me. But I just want to do it for myself. I just don’t feel right with you rewarding me for doing something I ought to do for myself. Besides, I like to work. It’s dirty and hard sometimes but I’m learning a lot and it keeps me in great shape.”
“Kavan, your Mom and I already talk about you kids leaving us someday. Do you know what we’ve decided?”
“What, Dad?”
“Son, we want you and Arial and Kerry to be part of us for the rest of our lives. The only way we can do that is to turn you loose. We’ve got to let you fly, to live your life as you choose. We can’t make decisions about your life for you.”
“You’re saying I have to let Kathryn fly, huh?”
“I guess so. She’s got to live her life as she chooses. If she loves you enough, she’ll stay with you. If not, she’ll go her own way.”
“It’s just hard to think of letting her go.”
“Well, she’ll be with you until the end of May. You can either keep arguing with her and drive her away or you can love her and try to make her happy so she’ll want to stay. But it’ll be her decision.”
He gave a couple of more big sighs and looked at me again and I think the smile on his face was genuine this time.
“Damn, I’m glad you’re my father. Now let’s get these fucking mats installed.”
“And I’m glad you’re my son, Kavan. But I hear you did something a few days ago that makes me ashamed of you.”
He looked at me, evidently thinking for a minute, and then he knew I knew what he’d done.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I won’t do it again.
“I hope so, Kavan. Don’t ever speak to your Mother that way again. Don’t raise your voice in anger with her and don’t ever throw a profanity on her again.”
He hung his head. “I am sorry, Dad. I apologized to her already. Who told you?”
“Your Mother didn’t. Kerry told Arial and they talked it over to decide whether to tell me. Arial told me. It was the right thing for her to do. She said you and Kathryn had been arguing and your Mom walked into the middle of it.”
“Yeah, I’m ashamed of myself for it, Dad. I just don’t know what to do with Kathryn sometimes. I won’t let it happen again.”
“OK, it’s over with. Now, would you like to go to the cabin this weekend, Son? I’ve got eight fans to install and I could use your help. Maybe we could all have a little fun after we get the work done. You and Kathryn don’t have to entertain us this time; you two could just enjoy yourselves a little.”
He brightened immediately. “Fun, huh, you mean games like we played last summer?”
“I guess so. If the others want to play.”
“Naked twister? Stuff like that?”
“Yeah, if the new heating system works OK and we don’t freeze our asses off.”
“Could I take my old weight bench and set it up at the cabin? Uncle Alan’s got a better set he wants to get rid of. He said I could have it if I come pick it up. I want to bring it here and take the old one to the cabin.”
“Sure, Son, take it. I think it’ll get used a lot there.”
“I’ll show you how I lift while Kathryn’s sitting on my stomach.”
I knew what he meant. “Your Mom told me about that,” I said. “Just don’t expect me to try it with her.”
“Which her, Dad? Do you mean with Mom or with Kathryn?” He looked at me with a teasing grin.
I punched him on the shoulder. “Kathryn’s yours, Son. I told you that and I mean it. You’ve just got to decide how to keep her, that is, if you really want to keep her.”
I rolled up the window in the driver’s side of the BMW and shut the door – finished until the seats were ready and could be picked up. I started toward the stairs leading up to the kitchen.
“I’m taking a shower, Dad,” Kavan said. “Come join me.
I knew what he wanted – a back scrub. I didn’t need any coaxing. He and I were both bothered by minor skin problems on our backs. For the last three years, we’d swapped scrubs occasionally. I did his first and in return luxuriated in the feel of the rough cloth on mine.
Afterward, we both finished our bath alternately moving back and forth under the hot spray. I stood to one side while I shampooed my hair and watched my son scrub the rest of his body. When his hands got down to his cock and balls, they seemed to slow. He stood there, eyes closed, one hand holding his foreskin retracted, while he washed his cock with a soapy cloth. I watched as it swelled and lifted, swelled again, lifted again, until it was standing straight out from his hips. I wondered where his thoughts were.
“Kavan,” I said. He didn’t respond. “KAVAN,” I said, and this time he jerked and looked up at me.
“What are you going to do with that?” I asked, and nodded downward toward his cock.
He smiled sheepishly. “First I’m going to apologize to Kathryn, Dad. I shouldn’t have argued with her tonight. I especially shouldn’t have done it in front of everybody at dinner. After that, I’m going to see if she’ll let me share it with her. Maybe some good loving might make her more willing to stay with me.”
“Son, you can’t count on your big dick to convince a woman to love you.”
His smile broadened into a big grin. “Yeah, Dad, I know. But if I use it right, it sure as hell won’t make her hate me.”
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I went back upstairs wearing only a terry robe. Kerry and Sioned were sitting at the dining room table. He was in his nightly uniform of thermal underwear again. She was beautiful in her nightgown and faded robe. He was working what looked like math problems of some kind. She was doing something on my lap-top computer and had a couple of open folders beside it. We’d decided we had a surplus of cash that didn’t seem to be needed anytime soon and that she should find where we should put it.
“Where’s Arial and Kathryn?” I asked.
“Kathryn’s downstairs in their bedroom,” Sioned said. “I think she’s doing their laundry. Arial’s in her bedroom reading, I think.”
“Did you want to talk to me, Squirt?” I asked Kerry.
“Yeah, Dad, I want to talk. I sort of want to talk just to you but I don’t care if Mom hears.”
“You guys can go in your bedroom if you want to, Kerry,” Sioned said. “I need to do a little more research on something tonight and you and your Dad can talk without me listening.”
“Thanks, Mom,” he said. “Is that OK, Dad?”
We went down the hall to his bedroom and he moved a stack of books off his desk chair so I’d have a place to sit. He sprawled out on the bed.
“About you and Leigh, huh? What’s the problem?” I asked.
“It’s not really a problem, Dad. I just keep thinking about stuff and trying to decide what’s the right thing to do about Leigh.”
“Well, tell me what you’re trying to decide.”
“I like her, Dad. I’ve told you how much fun we have fooling around. We both like that a lot. It’s just that I wish I could talk to her about important stuff. You know how curious I am about everything. I always want to know how things work and why the world’s the way it is and why people are the way they are. That’s why I read so much. She’s never curious about anything. I just can’t talk to her about much that interests me.”
“But you like the fooling around, huh?”
“Yeah,” he answered, with a big grin.
“You know you shouldn’t do anything to hurt her, don’t you? You’ve opened the door to sex a little with her. You’ve got to think of her feelings now, Son.”
“Yeah, I know, Dad. That’s exactly what Arial said when I told her. I don’t want to hurt Leigh. I keep calling her and going to see her because I like fooling around with her. But sometimes I wish I’d never gotten involved with her.”
“Are you making new friends in high school, Squirt? Guys and girls? People you like because you’ve got things you can talk about with them? Common interests?”
“Yeah, Dad, I’ve already got some friends at school, girls and guys. Maybe that’s why I feel mixed up about Leigh. I’m just a lot more comfortable with them than I am with her, even if they’re older. They don’t treat me like a kid anymore. They just treat me like one of them.”
“Does Leigh have other friends, at school or around where she lives?”
“Yeah, lots of them. You know Larry and Kirk - they’ve been around here some - they’re the ones I explore the river with - well, they’re both friends of hers too. We had a big bunch of friends when I was going to school with them.”
“When she goes to school functions, like field trips, does she pair up with a guy?”
“I don’t think so. Larry’s said he’d like to invite her to go with him but he doesn’t want to make me mad at him.”
“Maybe that could be a way to solve your problem, Kerry. Tell Larry to ask her to go with him. Tell him you’ll still be his friend. Just don’t tell him what you and Leigh have been up to.”
He looked at me like I’d insulted him. “Dad, I wouldn’t do that. I know better. As far as they know, I’ve never even kissed her.”
“Well, think about it. If you encourage Larry and then discourage her by not calling her or seeing her so often, she might make a decision you’d like.”
He was quiet for a minute or so and then a big grin crept back on his face.
“Yeah, I like that. That’s a cool way to do it. Larry would be a good boyfriend for her.”
“Maybe you’d better not invite her to the cabin with us this weekend, Squirt.”
His grin vanished and he gave out with a couple of big sighs.
“Damn! I’ve already invited her, Dad. I even talked to her Mom. I can’t take back the invitation now. She wants to go with me. She knows how our family is about playing around and she’s all excited about it. Shit! How did I get into this mess?”
“It’s called puberty, Kerry,” I said. “You’ll survive.”
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When I left Kerry’s bedroom, I noticed that the door to Arial’s was slightly ajar and the light was on. I tapped gently and waited but didn’t hear anything.
I pushed the door open and peeked in. Arial was on her stomach in the center of her bed. She already had on her nightgown but it had ridden up around her waist. She had white panties on what had to be a perfect little fanny. Between her legs, I could see the soft mound with its little crease. She also had on white socks and her feet were moving around in response to some rhythm I couldn’t hear. I looked closer and saw she had on her wireless headphones and I knew she was listening to the salsa dance music she loved so much. She was reading a book and her calves and feet were sticking up in the air and gyrating wildly. I watched her for a minute or so and as usual my heart ached to see the beauty of her.
When I touched her on her shoulder, she looked around with a startled expression on her face that quickly changed into a smile when she saw me. She pulled the headphones off and said, “You scared me.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to say good night.”
“How did your talks with Kavan and Kerry go?” she asked.
I sat down on the side of the bed near the foot. “How did you know I’ve been talking to them?”
“Dad, I’ve lived with you all my life. At dinner tonight, I could tell you wanted to have a good talk with Kavan. Maybe you did want to put the mats in my car but I think that was an excuse to be alone with him.”
“Yes, Princess, it was. But how did you know I was talking to Kerry.”
“I heard two voices in his room when I went to the bathroom. Didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was.”
“I guess you’re going to tell me next you know what I was talking to them about.”
She rolled over on her side and propped up her head with one hand.
“Sure, Dad, about girls. Kerry wants to bust up with Leigh and Kavan wants to hang on to Kathryn.”
“Can’t hide anything in this house, can we? I suppose you’ve got the answers too.”
“Nope, they’re going to have to figure it out by themselves. I do think Kerry ought to stop seeing Leigh but he shouldn’t hurt her. Kavan’s going to have to let Kathryn decide what she wants. It’s not his problem, Dad; it’s hers. All the rest of us can do is help them get through it.”
“I suppose you’re right. You’re going to be just like your Mother.”
“I hope so, Dad. We’re both women. Brad thinks Mom’s a woman with a capital W.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“He says she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. We were talking about how we might look when we get older and I said I thought he’d be just as handsome as his Dad, especially if he got gray hair too. He said Mom was like an earth-mother and he thought you ought to have a nude painting of her reclining and call it Woman. I think he’s sort of intimidated by her.”
“I see her the same way, Princess. But you’re not going to look like your Mom when you get older. Kavan looks like her side of the family, especially his grandfather Kelly. You’re going to look more like my mother.
“That would be nice. Granma Stuart’s still beautiful. How old is she now?”
“She’ll be seventy-one about a month after you’re sixteen.”
“I just hope I can be as happy and full of love for everybody as she is when I get old.”
“Sounds like you and Brad are getting along OK. No problems? ”
“We’re fine, Dad. Honest! I don’t think things could be better. I’m so glad I didn’t chase him off like I started to the first day Kavan brought him home. I think I could be happy with him the rest of my life.”
“Are you chasing him off a little now? I sort of expected him to be around here all the time now that you two are lovers.”
“No, Dad, we talk about everything and we both know we don’t need to be together all the time. We’re trying to work out some sort of balance so both of us can still do what we want to for school and still have other friends and be with each other sometimes. We both think it’ll be better if we’re not with each other all the time.”
“So you don’t have any problems and don’t need your old Dad’s advice?”
She sat up in the center of the bed and crossed her legs, Indian fashion. She and Kerry were able to sit like that for hours. I saw a momentary flash of white panties between her legs and I knew my eyes had flicked downward for a split second. Her nightgown fell back down and covered that area.
“You’re not old, Dad. I don’t ever see an old man when I look at you. If you were old, you wouldn’t have to look just because I showed you my white panties.”
“Thanks, Princess. I guess so much has happened in the last year that I feel that way sometimes. Anyway, I hope I never get so old I don’t look at white panties on a beautiful girl.”
“Well, you don’t look old. Since you’ve started working out, all the muscles in your chest and arms sure stand out. Mom says you look as good as you did when she married you. Your dick looks good enough to eat as always.”
I looked down and realized that my robe was gaping open and my dick was still warm and partially distended from the shower, resting on my balls which were nestled on top of my thighs. I started to cover up and then realized it wasn’t really necessary.
“You know, starting that gym for everybody at Anderson Security and staffing it with trainers was one of the best decisions I’ve made. We’ve been able to hire some good people because of it.”
“Could Mom use it with you? Maybe she doesn’t work for Andersen but she’s still doing a little work for Lauren.”
“Do you think she’d like to? She looks great to me now.”
“Dad, I think she feels like she’s getting old too. Sometimes she says her butt’s too big. She’s said more than once she wishes she had breasts like mine, like she had when you two married. She says they’re beginning to sag too much.”
I had to stop and think about what she said for a minute. Sioned never complained to me. Or did she? Maybe I just hadn’t paid attention the way I should have.
“Arial, she’s had three children and her fanny’s bigger than it was when she was twenty-five. She’s just got a woman’s butt, not a girl’s. It still turns me on.”
“Were her breasts really little like mine? I wonder if mine are too small and whether Brad really likes them.”
She slipped one button at the top of her nightgown and pulled the pink flannel to one side. Her breast was exquisitely beautiful. Her aureole was a rose-colored circle with a little brown-berry center. I felt an involuntary surge of warmth in my cock and wondered it she noticed it.
“Princess, he’s crazy if he doesn’t. You have beautiful breasts. When you have children, your breasts will get bigger just like your Mom’s did. She breast fed all three of you and hers still look great to me.”
“Dad, the way you talk, you sound like you still love her.”
“More and more every day, Arial.”
“Do you still tell her that, Dad?”
I stopped and thought about her words. I knew I did but how often? And was it just sort of routine now when I said it? I guess she saw how I was thinking about what she’d said.
“’Tell her, Dad. Make sure she knows it. Tell her how much you like her body. Don’t take her for granted.”
“I thought I was supposed to be giving you advice, Princess, not the other way around.”
“I may not need your advice but Brad does. I can’t figure out what to do with him sometimes.”
“What do you mean?”
“He doesn’t understand how women are about orgasms, Dad. I think he still believes he’s responsible for me having orgasms. Maybe he feels like he’s not as good a lover as he ought to be if I don’t come when he’s making love to me. Men can be so dense sometimes.”
“I’m a man too, Arial.”
“Yeah, but you understand how women are different from men. Mom’s told me lots of times how you two talk to each other when you’re making love and how, if she wants to come, you help with your fingers or mouth.”
“Have you learned to have orgasms with his dick in you, maybe by getting on top like your Mom likes to do? Or maybe letting him do it from behind while he’s rubbing your clit with his finger. Your Mom likes that too. Sometimes that makes her come so hard, it feels like her cunt’s squeezing the juice out of me. I call it her lemon-squeezer.”
“We’re both learning, Dad. I like it both those ways and so does he. He’ll even go down on me and use his mouth after he’s come inside me.”
“It sounds to me like he’s going to be a very good lover, Princess. I don’t see why you think he’s got a problem.”
“Last time we made love, it was really great, Dad. He was on top and I had my ankles around his neck and he was giving me hell. But just as soon as he came, he stopped and asked me if I’d come too. Then he let out a big sigh when I said I didn’t. It was like he felt like he had to do something right away so I’d come too. It was so good I hadn’t even worried about whether I came or not. I guess I’d have been OK even without it. It’s like that sometimes.”
“Like what? What do you mean?”
“Well, sometimes, especially when he’s on top of me, he comes and I don’t guess I really do but it’s like I don’t need to. I just wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him until he quiets down. I like to feel his dick get soft in me, so soft it’s like my pussy knows it’s squeezed out the last little bit of his semen and it’s through with his dick for a while and it pushes it out. It’s like my body’s got what it needs from him and I’m ready to turn over and go to sleep.”
“But sometimes it’s the other way isn’t it?” I asked. “It’s like everything in you is tight and you want something to make it turn loose so you can relax and quit wanting him. And you have a hard time going to sleep because you still want him. And you get a little pissed at him if he goes to sleep without satisfying you.”
She slipped her hand down her stomach inside her panties and I could see the ridge of her index finger centered over her cleft. I realized she’d baited the trap again and my eyes had followed. I looked up at her face and saw she was looking down at my cock.
“Your Mom and I’ve developed ways of letting each other know what we want at times like that, Princess. Talk to him, tell him how you feel and what you want. When we first got married, your Mom didn’t always let me know what she wanted and sometimes I didn’t have a clue. Still don’t sometimes. But she’s comfortable telling me now because she knows I want her to help me understand her needs. She knows how much I love her and how I want her to be content with our love-making.”
“I guess I’m learning to be like that with him, Dad,” she said. “I know he wants me be satisfied like he is. But I still wish you and Mom could have a long talk with me and Brad sometime. You’ve always talked with us about sex but Brad’s never had the sort of discussions we’ve had. If he can get over being embarrassed, I think you and Mom could help him like you’ve helped me and Kavan and Kerry.”
“Maybe we could do that this weekend. It looks like the weather’s going to be pretty cold and I’d like to make the trip to the cabin. Did you tell him what I want to do? I’ve got a lot of work I want to get done but we’ll have time to talk and play some if everybody pitches in.”
“You mean play like Naked Twister? Maybe Susie Says?”
“I don’t know about Susie Says. If Leigh goes, we may have to hold down on things a little. And Brad’s probably not ready to play the sort of games you made up last summer.”
She gave me a smile that could only be described as devilish.
“Oh, I don’t know about that, Dad. Mom told me about one you’d like to play. I’ll bet Brad would love it too. I know Kerry would.”
I didn’t dare ask what it was. I just shook my head and she understood what I was saying – that my kids would never cease to amaze me.
She leaned forward suddenly and put her hand on my dick. I looked down and watched as she wrapped her soft warm fingers around it and stroked in up and down a few times. It responded appropriately, even for an old man, and was one heart-beat shy of lifting up. She left the head uncovered, brought her finger to her lips, kissed the tips, and then rubbed the kiss over the head of my cock.
“Go take that to Mom, Dad. Tell her how much you love her,” she said.
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Intermezzo - Chapter 35 was planned as one chapter telling about the Stuart family and their life and loves, ending with a cold snowy weekend at the cabin where they have lots of fun playing games. Because of recent hurricane problems, I've been without the internet for three weeks. I've also been too busy with hurricane-related problems to finish the chapter as soon as I'd planned. The chapter is also turning out to be longer than I had anticipated so I'm splitting it into two parts, Chapters 35 and 36. I'm posting Chapter 35 now and will probably post Chapter 36 within a couple of weeks. I'm still trying to figure out what the Stuarts, their kids, and their kids' friends and lovers will do on a cold weekend in the cabin. As inventive as they are, I'm sure they'll come up with something. As always, your comments, criticism, and suggestions are welcomed. Please use the link at the end of the chapter.
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(KAVAN)
Thursday night, the weather forecast was for snow on Friday and cold weather for the weekend. Dad told Arial and Kerry to call Brad and Leigh to tell them the trip to the cabin was on. He told me to come up with a plan to get the work done. He said I was in charge and I had eight workers and a job to do. I asked him some questions and then sat down with a pad and pencil and put together my plan.
I decided on two teams of men, Dad with Kerry and me with Brad, to take down the old fans and disassemble them. I thought about two teams of women to assemble the new fans and decided Leigh wouldn’t be of much use and Kathryn probably wouldn’t either. So I settled on one assembly team with Leigh as gofer. Since we were redoing the wiring to bring it up to code, I decided Brad and I would do that while Dad and Kerry helped finish assembling. Then we could have two teams to put up the new fans.
When I finished my plan, I went looking for Dad. I found him in the kitchen sneaking a piece of the apple pie we’d had for dessert. He looked guilty when I caught him. He swore it was just a small piece and wouldn’t hurt his diet. I didn’t fuss at him because he really did look good from dieting a little and exercising a lot more. He went over the plan with me and stopped on the part about the re-wiring.
“Why are you planning on keeping eight switches for the fans? They’ll all have remotes to operate them and we could wire them all into one central switch. You’d save a little bit on wire and the cost of seven switches.”
“Dad, how often do we lose the remote to the TV in the family room?”
“OK, good point, Son. The remotes are programmable to work with only one fan so we’ve got to number them to correspond. Make a list of what you need and we’ll buy the stuff to rewire when we go pick up the van tomorrow night. I just called and rented a big four-wheel drive one. I’ll drive it with your mother and Kerry and Leigh and you and Kathryn can ride with Brad and Arial in his Jeep. That OK?”
“Sure! Do you think we’ll have any trouble getting to the cabin on Saturday morning? What if it’s a heavy snow?”
“I don’t think so. We’ll have a major highway for the first forty miles and that’ll be open. Then five miles of country roads and I think we’ll be OK there because the people living along it will keep it open. It’s just those last five miles plus the mile or so on the cabin property where we’ll have to be careful. With four-wheel drive, I don’t think even the dirt road at the cabin will be any problem no matter how much snow’s on it.”
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Friday night, Dad drove the rented van back to the house and let me drive his Mercedes. He was always a great dad about sharing but I knew he had two things he wanted for himself alone: his razor and his car. We loaded the fans first and the weight bench next and left room for the cooler with food to go in the next morning. There wasn’t much room for clothes and other stuff so Dad said to pack in plastic bags so he could put them in small places around the big stuff.
Kathryn and I were in our basement bedroom getting stuff ready to go when Arial and Kerry came in. Arial said she’d been talking to Kerry and she wanted to talk to us too. She had an idea about trying something with Mom and Dad while we were at the cabin. She said she’d already talked to Brad about it when she called to invite him to go and he thought it was a good idea. I liked it too and so did Kathryn so we tried to figure out how we might make it work. Kerry offered to tell them what we wanted them to do but I said no, I wanted to do it and the others should be ready to support me. If all six of us kids were on board, I thought her idea might work. It would be interesting, something we’d never done before.
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Saturday morning, Dad sent Kerry to wake me before daylight, before six, and asked us to go pick up Leigh. The snow had finally stopped during the night and everything was covered with a white blanket. The road down the hill was sloppy but already partially cleared by traffic. I think Kerry was sitting on the edge of his seat but I didn’t have any problems driving my truck to Leigh’s house and back.
Brad came while we were gone and we were all having pancakes and sausage for breakfast just as the sky started to turn light. We were on the highway to the cabin before the sun peeked over the hills. Brad kept a watch for Dad’s taillights ahead of us and it seemed like we were the only ones going out of the city.
The countryside was white with snow and the rising sun started turning it pink as we drove. A lot of the houses already had yellow lights shining out their windows and smoke or steam rising from them. Brad and I didn’t have much to say and neither did Arial or Kathryn. I guess we were all enjoying seeing so much beauty.
Dad was right about the big van and the dirt road. He drove very slowly after turning off the main road and Brad didn’t have any trouble staying in his ruts. It looked like the snow was about six inches deep in the woods and there was no sign of any life having disturbed it.
When we parked at the cabin, I almost expected a snowball battle to erupt but I guess the others felt like I did – that it was all too beautiful to disturb with loud noises or fighting, even if it was play. Dad backed the big van up as close to the front door as possible and then unlocked it and let us in.
The cabin was almost freezing cold inside. Dad showed us the new wood-burning stove that Uncle Alan had installed and explained that it was a great way of heating as long as the wood supply held out. It looked like a really big stove but most of it was the forced-air circulation system that pumped air around the heating chamber. The previous winter, I’d wondered why we had to stockpile so much wood under the cabin and now I understood what Dad and Uncle Alan were planning – year-round use of the cabin.
Dad started a fire in the stove first thing and by the time we had the van and Brad’s jeep unloaded the cabin was beginning to warm up. We shut the door and within a few minutes, we were all out of our coats and ready to work.
By midmorning, we had all the old fans down and the new wiring done. The cabin was getting warm enough so that clothes began to come off. Kerry pulled off his sweat shirt and I saw he had on his thermal underwear top. He even had a little dark sweaty spot in the middle of his back. I’d worn just a white undershirt under my sweat shirt. I could tell it was getting damp so I stripped down to bare skin above the waist. Brad didn’t need an invitation and I guess Dad decided he’d better go along.
I guess I should have suspected somebody was up to something when the women’s team started talking about all the muscle-bound men and how hard we looked. I had my hands above my head when Arial walked by and put her hands on my pecs and then let them slide down to my waist. She made the rounds of the other men, doing the same thing, and then, a few minutes later, Kathryn felt us all up too, except that she sort of slid one hand down over my crotch. By the time Mom and Leigh did the same thing, I was hard in more than my pecs. Brad dropped a screwdriver when Mom did it to him.
I was installing our third new fan while Brad was being helper when I heard giggling. I looked down and saw that Kathryn and Arial were bare-chested – or bare-breasted - too. Arial was trying to pull Leigh’s sweat shirt over her head and Leigh was pretending to resist. Mom didn’t even bother to resist when the other three got at her. Brad cussed and told me to watch what I was doing. But, damn, four sets of tits in different sizes and shapes and colors would grab any man’s attention.
We still had three fans to install when Mom and the girls announced that lunch was ready. We were all sitting around bare-chested and bare-breasted after eating and having fun when Kerry said he was hot and asked if anybody else was. Maybe he wanted to go play in the snow but Dad wasn’t about to let his work crews go before the job was done. He told Kerry he’d got four thermometers to check how well the new heating system worked and asked him to tack them up on four of the support posts around the main hall. All four showed about eighty degrees.
When Kerry came back, he sat down on the bench again, took off his boots, took off his jeans and briefs, put his boots back on, and announced that he was ready to work. It looked like a good way to work to me so I did it too and Brad and Dad were a little behind me. I didn’t know what the ladies would do but Arial set an example and the others followed her. It was a new sight to me – nudists in nothing but white socks and work boots.
The women’s team still seemed bent on sabotaging what the men’s teams were doing. When somebody walks up behind you and sort of accidentally bumps you with their tits, it’s hard to concentrate of working. They’d just giggle and then go do it to somebody else. When somebody’s hand just accidentally brushes up against your dick, it just makes it that much harder. It didn’t take long before I was sporting a hard-on I could have hung a hammer on. And I wasn’t the only one.
I was wiring the last fan and Brad was helping when I saw Mom walk up behind him. She had a grin on her face and her hands were hidden behind her back. I tightened the last wire nut and watched to see what she was going to do.
Brad was standing on the floor and looking up. I was on a bench doing the wiring and looking down. When Mom got behind Brad, she brought her hand out and swung it around in front of Brad. It took me a second to realize that she had a big plastic cup full of snow. She threw the snow against Brad’s groin and I saw his dick and balls disappear and snow splattered around. I was just about to laugh when I realized Arial was behind me and was doing the same thing. Shit! Ice cold snow on a guy’s dick and balls sure cools him off in a hurry.
I jumped off the bench and ran after Arial. I didn’t know what I was going to do to her but I knew I wanted one thing: revenge. Mom ran too and Brad took off after her. I don’t guess Brad cared if she was out mother; she acted like a teen-ager and he treated her like one. Arial ran for the door leading out to the deck and Mom was a split second behind her. When they were outside, Mom tried to hold the door closed but she didn’t have a chance. The door opened to the inside. I pulled on the knob but my hands were slippery. Brad shoved me out of the way and pulled the other end of the door-knob out of Mom’s hands in one yank.
Arial and Mom were trapped. They’d gone to the side of the deck away from the stairs. They knew they were going to get it; they squealed and ran back and forth but there was no escape. Arial had done me so I went after her. I scooped up hands-full of the soft snow and tossed them all over her and Brad did the same to Mom. When I finally got Arial covered, I filled my hands with snow and rubbed them all over her breasts. I didn’t think Brad would do the same thing to Mom but he did.
That’s when we got attacked from the rear. Kathryn and Leigh were hitting us with snowballs and throwing snow on us and Dad and Kerry were bent over laughing - traitors. I ran for the stairs leading down to the ground from the deck and Brad was right on my heels. They all started throwing snow-balls down on us from the deck so we went down the hill a little. I didn’t think anybody would follow but they did. They followed, still throwing snow-balls at us, so we went a little farther. We finally held up our hands in surrender and they dropped their ammunition.
We all stood around freezing, gasping out clouds of breath, looking at each other. It was cold as hell but it was beautiful. The trees were still holding snow on their branches and every few seconds some of it dropped to the ground in an explosion of white powder. The flat area near the creek where we played in summer had a set of footprints from some animal crossing it. The sky was so bright and blue the light almost hurt my eyes.
“Shit, I’m going in,” Dad said.
“Wait, Dad,” Kerry yelled. “Snow angels.”
I didn’t believe Kerry meant it. We’d made snow angels a few times but we’d always had on warm clothes when we did it. I guess Dad knew he meant it. When Kerry walked over to a smooth patch of snow, Dad followed to help him.
Dad had showed us how to make the best snow angels when we were little kids. We’d stand facing him, close together, and he’d hold our hands and slowly lower us down until we were flat on our back on the snow. Then we’d make the wings and robe.
That’s what they did this time. Kerry held his legs and hips straight while Dad lowered him down in the snow. He acted like it wasn’t even cold but his little shriveled dick and scrotum told the truth. Dad backed up out of the way. Kerry just gave us his usual big grin and then slowly spread his arms and legs to make the wings and robe.
“Naked snow angel,” he yelled.
I expected him to get up but he just lay there, still grinning like it was fun.
“Come on, Leigh,” he said, holding out his hands toward her. “Let’s do it. You promised!”
I didn’t know what he meant but she did. She walked over to Kerry, staying in Kerry’s and Dad’s footprints. She straddled Kerry’s body and took his hands in hers. Slowly she lowered herself until she was sitting on Kerry’s thighs. I don’t guess she was worried abut Kerry’s dick because it was drawn up smaller than I’d seen it in years. She sat down on it and I knew her pussy was right on top of it. Then she leaned forward until her knees were in the snow on each side of Kerry. He put his arms around her and pulled her down against him and gave her a quick kiss.
“Look, everybody,” he yelled, “it’s a naked fuckin’ snow angel.”
We’d never made one like it before and Dad helped then so they’d leave a good impression. He got back behind Leigh and helped her get up without disturbing the prints in the snow. Then he pulled Kerry up and they both got out of the way. It was one damned good fucking naked snow angel, if you could figure out what the two knee-prints on each side were supposed to be.
Everybody got one good look and then the mad melee up the hill started. I was the last one back in the cabin and I made sure the door was closed. The cabin was still nice and warm but everybody was huddled around the stove, trying to thaw out. I muscled in and got me a spot as close to the stove as I could stand.
I noticed that something was funny and I looked around and checked. All the girls were standing with their butts turned to the stove; all the guys were turned with their dicks toward the stove.
Dad was on the other side of the stove from me. His balls were drawn up so tight his scrotum looked like a tight little ball, half of one anyway. His dick was sticking out, not hanging down, and it looked like it was only about three inches long. There was a little nipple-like protrusion of foreskin at the end. When I looked down, I saw that mine looked exactly like his. When I checked out Brad and Kerry, theirs looked about the same. Four half-frozen dicks that wouldn’t scare any poor little virgin – I decided to find a warm spot for mine as soon as I could.
We were just about thawed out when I saw Dad whisper something to Mom. She looked at him and said “You sure?” “You froze it. It’s the least you could do,” he answered. “OK,” she said.
Brad was standing between Arial and Mom. I wondered what she was going to do. She pushed Brad back a little, got in front of him, and then reached back, caught his hands, and pulled him up against her.
“Kieran said I should warm up Brad’s popsicle with some hot buns,” she said. She rubbed her butt back against Brad’s groin and held his hands so he couldn’t get away. The expression on Brad’s face was one of absolute disbelief but he seemed to be enjoying it. Mom brought his hands up to her breasts and made him hold them. He must have liked that too because he didn’t try to pull his hands away, just started rubbing them all over Mom’s breasts. It was hilarious to see them like that.
Kerry thought it was a good idea so he got behind Leigh to warm his dick. I started to get behind Kathryn but then decided maybe Dad might like to warm his against her butt. Arial’s butt was nice and hot against my dick. I guess my hands helped get her breasts warm too. It took a few minutes but we finally got four dicks restored to normal – maybe more than normal because Kerry had a hard-on and Brad was damn close to one.
“Anybody want some hot chocolate?” Mom asked.
I think she got affirmative answers from everyone. Arial said something about chocolate making it hot and that didn’t make sense.
Dad asked us guys to help double-check the fans while the girls made hot chocolate for us. We’d installed everything OK so we turned on the fans, set them to blow up so they’d push the hot air down the sides of the A-frame, and then checked the remotes to see that they worked OK too. Everything was fine. I could feel just a gentle movement of warm air circulating.
We were all sitting down at the big table with hot chocolate and Oreos when I saw Arial look at me and nod. I knew it was time to bring it up. I didn’t know how it would all work out but I took a deep breath and started.
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