"As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man."
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 36; Siobhan Stuart, 35; Kavan Stuart, 9; Arial Stuart, 7; Kerry Stuart, 3
Luke Bridges, 18; Rachael Monteverde, 19
TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart, Rachael Monteverde, Luke Bridges, Kavan Stuart, Arial Stuart
(KIERAN)
Luke’s mother and father wanted him to come visit them at their new home for Thanksgiving. They sent tickets for his flight. The kids wanted him to stay with us. I could tell he wanted to stay but Siobhan and I reluctantly told him he should go. I dropped him off at the airport on Wednesday afternoon.
When I picked him up at the airport on Sunday night, he was very quiet and didn’t want to talk about his visit. When we got home, Siobhan had already put the kids to bed. Luke went in his own room and shut the door.
Siobhan asked me what was wrong, easily picking up the same signals that I had that Luke was unhappy. When I told her I didn’t know, she took my hand and led me to Luke’s room. “I’m going to find out,” she said. “If he’s hurting, I want to help him.”
She knocked on Luke’s door and we waited a minute until he finally opened it. His eyes were red and wet with tears and he was sniffing. Without a word, Siobhan pulled his head down on her shoulder and wrapped her arms around him. His arms slowly moved to encircle her. Over the top of his head, Siobhan looked at me and motioned for me to come closer. I moved behind Luke from the other side and rubbed his neck and shoulders. He broke out into uncontrolled sobbing and we both held him until his crying had run its course.
“Kieran, would you get us all a glass of wine?” Siobhan asked. “We’re going in the family room.”
In the kitchen, I opened a bottle and poured three glasses. When I went in the family room, Luke was sitting in a chair, still wearing his khakis and sweater. Siobhan was in his lap, her legs drawn up, still in the sweats and socks she’d had on all day. She had one arm around his neck and had drawn his head down against her. He had his hand under Siobhan’s sweatshirt and I could tell it was on her breast. His eyes were closed and she was slowly stroking his temples and hair and whispering to him. After a few minutes, he took a quick breath, shuddered slightly, and then opened his eyes and looked around.
Siobhan leaned closer to him and kissed him on his cheek. “I think Luke’s ready to tell us what’s wrong,” she said.
As Luke explained it, Thanksgiving with his parents had been a complete disaster. His parents had insisted on going out for Thanksgiving dinner. He quickly saw that relations between his mother and father were more strained than ever. On Saturday afternoon, he confronted his father about it. His father told him that he and his mother were going to divorce. He went to his mother and she started alternately crying and screaming at his father. He went to his room – except it really wasn’t his room anymore, just his old furniture – and stayed there until his father took him to the airport on Sunday.
As he was leaving, his mother said something to him about staying with his father until he grew up to keep from hurting him. He told her that they hadn’t done him any favors and they would have hurt him less if they’d divorced years ago. His father had little to say on the way to the airport until he dropped Luke off. His only words then were “Forgive me, son, please?” Luke almost lost control then and had been holding it in until he came back to us.
Siobhan sat in Luke’s lap while he slowly sipped the wine. I tried to bring him back on course to rejoin our family.
“Luke, I want you to go to bed and get a good night’s sleep,” I said. “Forget everything else for a day or two. We’ll talk with you this week and you can talk to us about your parents if you want to. You need to be back in school tomorrow morning, ready to be a good student again. I want you to be sure you keep up with your studies during the week. I’ve got something special planned for next weekend. I think you’ll have a smile on your face when you find out what it is.”
Later, when Siobhan and I were curled up in bed together, she asked me what my plans were.
“Do you really have something planned for next weekend? Were you just trying to get Luke to think of something else?”
“At the moment I said it, I didn’t have a clear idea of what we might do to help him,” I told her. “I’ve been thinking about it for the last hour or so. I know what would really help him but I’m afraid to mention it to you.”
“I know what you’ve got in mind,” Siobhan said. “You’re thinking of giving him another lesson. I guess it’s the final one since there’s not much more to teach him. Are you sure you want me to do that with him?”
We talked about it for over an hour before we finally made a decision. We’d bring Luke to our bed next Saturday night and Siobhan would make love with him – and with me. But we’d then begin to push him to find his own woman with whom to share his love.
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(SIOBHAN)
Luke’s happiness seemed to return during the week. The kids engulfed him in their love. He spent most afternoons after school playing with them. I’d bought all of them blue sweat suits at after-Thanksgiving sales. I had them all laid out in the family room when Luke brought the kids home from school on Monday. The kids wanted to put them on immediately and they stripped down to skin in the family room. Luke did the same and helped them put theirs on. When they all had on the same navy blue outfits, I got the camera and made them sit on the couch together while I took pictures.
During the week, Luke wanted to bathe the kids and put them to bed even more than usual. One night Kieran and I helped Luke in giving them an extra special bath. We all tried to fit in the Jacuzzi in our bathroom. Three adults and three kids could fit. Kieran and I sat side by side at the big end and Luke sat at the narrow end. It made for an interesting arrangement of long legs. We each had one kid on our lap. Arial insisted on sitting on Luke’s legs. Kavan was on my lap and Kerry was on Kieran’s. Luke even laughed when Arial announced that he had a hard-on and then spread her legs so his dick could stand up between her legs, with the head just out of the water. Kavan had to show off too. He raised up out of the water so we could see his stiffie. I looked at Kerry but he was just snuggled up against Kieran’s chest, almost ready to go to sleep.
On Saturday afternoon, Kieran and Luke took the kids roller-skating, promising to be back by five o’clock. I stayed home and started preparing dinner, something I knew Kieran and the kids enjoyed. I started with the yeast rolls as soon as they’d left and then later made a big meat loaf with mashed potatoes and green beans. For desert I even made a German-chocolate cake that they all enjoyed. Comfort food. When Luke came back with Kieran and the kids, he had a broad smile on his face. When he found out what was for dinner, his smile got even broader.
After dessert, Luke pushed me out of the kitchen and said he’d clean up. Kieran said “Not by yourself,” and volunteered the kids and himself.
When they were finished and came in the family room, I suggested that we let the kids skip their bath for the night and just read to them for an hour or so, taking turns. Each time, Kerry had to sit in the lap of the reader and the other two sat on each side. Luke got to read a chapter on plate tectonics from a geology book for kids. They were worn out and ready for bed when we finished. They each got three hugs and kisses as they were tucked in. For the first time, I think Luke was eager to get the kids into their beds.
When we went down the hallway to our bedroom, Luke seemed to hesitate at the door again. Kieran put a hand on his shoulder and I held his hand. His hand seemed to be trembling in mine.
The three of us showered in the Jacuzzi in our bathroom. Kieran and Luke were efficient in washing me and then themselves. I think they were in a hurry to go to bed. We turned down the comforter and blanket and then sprawled out on the bed, with me in the middle.
“Kieran, I’m a little cold,” I said. “Could we get under the blanket and you two cuddle me until I’m warm?”
Once under cover, I was on my back with Kieran on one side and Luke on the other. I had two hands free and they each had one. Our hands all found the best places to be. Kieran and Luke were each holding one of my breasts and I held two dicks which soon warmed my hands. At Kieran’s suggestion, Luke started kissing me and I opened my mouth to him and we played tongue tag. Kieran nudged him out of the way and continued the game. After a minute or so, Luke nudged Kieran out of the way for another turn.
I felt Kieran reach across to Luke’s hand and then felt him guide it between my thighs. Kieran’s hand returned to my breast and Luke’s hand began to explore. He soon found out how hot I was on the inside. He got his long middle finger into me and started stirring up my juices. He stopped kissing me for a minute, brought the finger up to his nose, and smelled it. He held it over to Kieran to smell and then to me. “I think she’s getting warmer, Kieran; do you?”
Kieran opened his mouth for Luke’s finger but Luke shook his head and stuck his finger in his own mouth. Kieran pretended to have hurt feelings. He pushed Luke’s finger out of my stew pot, inserted his own, stuck it in his mouth for a taste, and then stuck out his tongue at Luke.
We played quietly until Kieran and Luke both had bone-hard erections and I had a warm and wet pussy. Luke cuddled up close to me, his head just beside mine, his face half hidden in my hair, and started talking, almost inaudibly.
“Siobhan, Kieran says you’re going to let me make love with you. Is it really OK? I’ve never done it before and I don’t know what to do.”
“Luke, I’m not just letting you. I want you to. Kieran and I’ve talked about it. He knows I want you and it’s OK with him. I told him he could do the same thing when we find a young girl that needs lessons.”
“Luke,” Kieran said, “I’m about to let you two do this without me. I think everything will come naturally. Just remember two things. Don’t get in a hurry. Be slow and gentle at first. A woman has ways of letting a man know when she wants it hard and fast.”
Kieran threw back the blanket on his side and stood up. He turned out all the lights except for the one on his side of the bed and quietly walked out of the room. “I’m going to check on the kids,” he said. “Be back in a few minutes.”
I whispered to Luke, “I’m ready.” He moved awkwardly on top of me and reached down to hold his cock. I pushed his hand out of the way and held it between my two hands. He slid it in slowly, oh, so slowly, so deliciously slowly. When I felt his pubic bone pressed against mine, I wrapped my arms around his back and locked my ankles around his ass.
“You’re not a virgin now, Luke,” I whispered in his ear. “How does it feel?”
I suppose his moans were as good an answer as any. I began to clench and relax the muscles inside me, as slowly as possible, doing my best to make sure he felt my cunt squeezing on his cock. He lifted his face out of my hair and looked directly in my eyes.
“Did you come?” he asked.
“No, Luke, not yet. I’m just teasing you. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, but I’m close and I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want it to be over.”
“Luke, it’s not going to be over the first time you come,” I whispered. “Just let it happen. You can do it as long as you can keep a hard-on.”
After a minute or so, he finally began to move within me, slowly withdrawing until only the head of his cock was in me and then sliding it back in until he was totally buried. I knew from years of experience that his movements would only get harder and faster. I moved my hands down to his ass cheeks and held them. When he started thrusting faster, I let him feel my fingernails in his buttocks. Within another minute, he shoved his cock in hard enough to make me grunt and I felt him throbbing inside me. When he collapsed on top of me, I pulled his head down beside mine, closed my eyes, and was lost in the feeling of his body against mine and his still-hard dick deep within me.
When I regained awareness, I saw Kieran in the bed beside us, propped up on one arm, watching us. He smiled at me. Luke was motionless, his cock still inside me, his face buried in my hair.
“I think Luke must have come,” he said. “Did you?”
Luke lifted his head and grinned at Kieran.
“No, not yet,” I said.
“Luke,” Kieran said, “sometimes a woman doesn’t come with just straight fucking. Sometimes she does. If she doesn’t, then you can help her have an orgasm if she wants one.”
I knew what Kieran had in mind because he had done it to me so many times. I didn’t know whether he wanted Luke to do it or whether he would do it as another lesson for Luke.
“I want to come, too,” I said.
Luke looked at me in puzzlement and I could almost hear him thinking, “What do I do now?”
“Luke, would you get us some warm wash cloths and towels out of the bathroom?” I asked.
When he came back, washcloths in one hand and towels in the other, still hard penis leading the way, oh blessed youth, he stood beside the bed, waiting for one of us to tell him what to do. Kieran and I held out our hands for washcloths, used them to wipe off our faces first, and then used them on our genitals. I watched Luke as he pulled his foreskin back and wiped the bright red head clean. When he was through, he nonchalantly hung a towel over his hard-on and held out his hand for our washcloths.
Kieran moved between my legs, on his knees, and told Luke, “When I lift her up, Luke, put the towel under her.” He slid his palms under me and lifted my ass a foot of so off the bed. Luke spread the towel under me and then waited. “Luke, Siobhan said she wanted to come too. I’m going to see if she really meant that.”
He bent over and brought his face down to my cunt. I watched Luke’s face register bewilderment, amazement, and then maybe envy. Kieran’s tongue moved up and down on each side of my vulva a few times and then straight up the middle until I was squirming in his hands. He fastened his lips on my clitoris, sucked on it, and stroked it with the tip of his tongue. Within a couple of minutes, I had my first orgasm of the night.
Kieran moved over beside me and gestured for Luke to take his place between my legs. Luke looked at me and then at Kieran and I could tell he was uncertain about what he was expected to do.
“Luke, it’s something you ought to learn to do,” Kieran said. “You shouldn’t come in a woman’s pussy and then roll over and go to sleep and leave her unsatisfied. Learn to give her an orgasm too. She’ll think you’re the greatest lover she could ever have.”
Luke looked at me and then at Kieran, still bewildered. “Yeah but…. How could you do that when I just left a load inside her? What does it taste like?”
“Luke, it just tastes like her,” Kieran answered. “I think you deposited that load in her vagina and, from the way you looked, I think you put it pretty deep. I just had my mouth and tongue on the area around her clit. I didn’t taste your semen but what difference would it make if I did? I’ve had semen in my mouth before and it didn’t kill me.”
Luke stretched out on the bed, lifted my legs, bent them back, and squirmed around until his face was between my thighs. He was hesitant at first, just touching me with the tip of his tongue. I whispered encouragement to him until Kieran started kissing me and then using his mouth on my nipples. I let the world fade away and let the two of them give me my second orgasm, just a little one that rolled on and on. I put my hands behind Luke’s head and pulled and made sure he knew I was coming. When I turned him loose and opened my eyes, Kieran was watching Luke and snickering. Luke was trying to get a pubic hair or two out of his mouth.
Luke finally settled down on one side of me again, Kieran propped up on one elbow on the other side, just looking at me and Luke. He was slowly stroking his cock with the right hand and smiling.
“Luke, do you understand why we brought you to bed with us,” he asked.
Luke propped up in a mirror image of Kieran and started stoking his cock with his left hand. “I’m not sure. Maybe it was to teach me a something.”
“You’re right,” Kieran said. “You’ve just had your first taste of what love and sex can be like between a man and a woman. What you just experienced was a tiny sample of what Siobhan and I do a few times every week, almost every Saturday night. It’s what holds our marriage together. It’s what has given us three of the most wonderful children anyone could want. It’s what you can have for the rest of your life if you want it.”
“With Siobhan?” Luke asked, grinning mischievously at Kieran.
“No, Luke, we want you to think about finding a young woman of your own to love,” I answered. “Kieran and I will try to help you. You can bring her here. This is your home now and you’re welcome to bring any one here. You can take her in your room and do with her what you just did with me.”
“You don’t care if we do it before we get married?” Luke asked.
“No, Luke,” Kieran said. “Siobhan and I both had sex with others before we married. We’ve been faithful to each other for over ten years now. You’re the first man she’s had sex with since we married. Let that tell you how much we both love you. We both agreed that, after your parents, you needed to see another side of marriage. Your life can be like ours if you want it.”
“I want it,” Luke whispered, unsmiling, and I thought I saw tears in his eyes. “But who would want me? I’m about as fucked up as a guy can get.”
“Luke, you’re a very nice looking young man with a beautiful body,” I said. “You’re kind and sweet and loving with our three kids and they love you to pieces. Kieran and I are learning to love you. I’ve heard him say he wishes you were his son so you could always be part of our family. I feel the same way except I guess I shouldn’t let you have sex with me if you were really my son.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know anything about women. Could you two teach me? I don’t mean like having sex with me. I just mean talk to me and let me ask you all sorts of stupid questions.”
“Isn’t that what parents are for?” Kieran asked.
We lay there for a while longer and then I reached for Kieran’s cock. I found it hot and hard, tugged on it, and he moved on top of me. With my own juices and Luke’s semen mostly still inside me, he slid in to the bottom with no resistance. I used my fingernails on his ass too. He pounded me into the bed and then erupted inside me.
Kieran moved off me and we both lay there gasping. When Luke moved down between my legs, I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was on his knees, his hard cock in his hand, waiting for my permission. I nudged Kieran to look too and then nodded for Luke to come aboard. He was slower this time but I didn’t mind. I just relaxed and enjoyed being fucked into oblivion again. When he finally groaned and started throbbing in me, it was so good I didn’t care whether I came again or not.
Luke curled up against me on one side, breathing heavily. Kieran reached over, turned out the light, and snuggled up to the other side. I tucked the towel tighter between my legs and lay there quietly, wondering whether they were as ready for sleep as I was.
“If you two studs are finished for the night, I’m going to sleep,” I whispered.
“Could you wait for just a few minutes?” Luke asked.
“Yes, Luke, but if you come again, I want to come too,” I answered.
“I’ll make sure of that,” he promised.
I almost felt sorry for him. Kieran had gone down on me more than once after fucking me. He’d even done it after he’d come twice. But tonight it was after sloppy seconds and thirds. Fourths? I wondered if Luke had the stomach – or mouth – for it.
He had the hard-on for it. He came a third time – blessed youth again – and rolled off panting. After resting a minute, he moved down between my legs and started going where no man had gone before, at least after four loads were left in my cunt. Kieran must have taken pity on him because he decided to help. They alternated, licking and sucking on my clitoris in turn. I relaxed, in no great hurry to come again. Kieran whispered something I couldn’t understand to Luke. Luke slid two fingers in my overflowing cunt, fastened his mouth on my clitoris, and sucked one last orgasm out of me.
The next morning, our three kids went looking for Luke. When they didn’t find him in his bedroom, they looked all over the house and finally looked in our bedroom. They found the three of us still in bed together. Kavan and Arial didn’t seem surprised. Kerry wasn’t bothered by it. He crawled up on the bed and woke us up.
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(KIERAN)
A week or so later, Luke decided to participate in an open house for high-school seniors and transfer students at the state college on the North side of town. He was gone all day and Siobhan, like a typical mother, worried when he didn’t come back until almost six o’clock. I was just helping set the table when he came in, sporting a huge smile on his face.
“Where’ve you been, young man?” Siobhan said, jokingly.
“With a girl, Mom. I think I’m in love.”
Both Siobhan and I broke out in big smiles too. “Well, come on, tell us all about her.”
“I met this beautiful girl at one of the sessions. Her nametag said she’s Rachael Monteverde so I guess she’s Italian. Boy, she is something! I tried to think of an original pick up line and I guess I got a good one. I asked her to go somewhere with me and she looked at me like I was nuts. But she said she’d have lunch with me in the cafeteria. We hung out together until the orientation was over at three and then walked around on campus talking. We’ve got a date for this Saturday night.”
“Where are you taking her?” I asked.
“I’m not taking her anywhere. I’m bringing her here. I asked her if she’d come home with me and meet the two of you and your three kids. I told her she could help me bathe the kids and put them to bed.”
“That’s very original for a pick up line, Luke,” Siobhan said. “But I don’t think it’s very romantic, is it?”
“It worked, didn’t it? I hope I can get romantic with her later. There’s just one little problem – I promised to cook dinner for her. I need help.”
“How old is she, Luke?” I asked.
“She’s nineteen. She’s worked since she’s been out of high school to save up money for college. She’s got no family, lives with an aunt. And if she’s nineteen, she’s legal, isn’t she?” He gave us both a big grin at that idea.
“You’ve got another problem that’s bigger,” I said. “Did you forget that when you bathe the kids, you’re naked?”
“Hey, old man, I told her we were nudists around the house. If I can get her naked on our first date, just think how far I might be able to get with her on the second.”
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On Saturday, Siobhan and I wore jeans and a shirt all day and kept them on when Luke went to pick up Rachael. The kids were in sweat suits to keep warm. Luke wore jeans and a sweatshirt and, when he brought Rachael, she was dressed the same way. Within minutes after introducing her to us, the two of them were on the floor playing with the kids.
Rachael was a beautiful young woman – not a girl – with a woman’s breasts and hips. She had long wavy dark hair that framed a face with dark eyes and full lips. It was easy to see why Luke had so quickly declared himself in love.
That night, Luke grilled steaks to perfection outdoors, following my instructions. Rachael and Siobhan baked potatoes and fixed salad. I found a special bottle of red wine to go with dinner. The kids were on their best behavior, except for Kavan constantly staring at Rachael.
After dinner, we let the kids watch TV in the family room. The four of us went into the Living-Music room to talk in peace and quiet. Rachael wanted to talk about us going naked with each other and I explained that it was something we’d done all of our married life. She seemed fascinated with the idea. When she asked about Luke being naked too, we acknowledged that he did but tried to avoid going into detail, leaving that to Luke to tell her.
It was almost nine when Siobhan reminded us that it was bedtime for the kids and asked who wanted to bathe them. Luke immediately volunteered. Rachael looked at us almost begging for us to tell her what to do.
“Rachael,” Siobhan said, “Luke’s going to take them downstairs to the big shower in our basement. Nothing goes on when the kids get bathed. Well, I guess that’s not quite true. They have a lot of fun and you’ll hear a lot of laughing and squealing and giggling. Kavan washes himself, Arial does too except she wants somebody to wash her hair, and Kerry has to be held down and washed thoroughly. Luke is naked when he does it. If Kieran or I do it, we’re naked too. It’s so big deal to any of us. Luke’s loved doing it from the first time he bathed them. You can stay up here with us if you want to. You can keep your clothes on and watch Luke bathe them. If you want to, take your clothes off downstairs and help Luke. It’s totally up to you.”
Rachael went downstairs with Luke. Siobhan and I looked at each other wondering which decision she’d make. After a while, we heard squealing and giggling in the voices of our kids and then laughing in the voices of a young man and a young woman. We knew what she’d chosen.
Luke brought the kids up, all clean and smiling, with towels around their shoulders. He was naked. “Are you indecent? Rachael says she’s not coming up if you’ve got clothes on.”
We quickly made sure she could come up. The kids had four adults helping them with hair combing and teeth brushing and reading that night. Siobhan helped me tuck my tongue back in my mouth after seeing Rachael. Kavan stared at Rachael as intently as I did and had a hard-on, a nice four or five inch stiffie, which he took to bed with him. I didn’t tell Rachael that she was probably going to be Kavan’s jack-off fantasy.
Luke began seeing Rachael regularly. Some afternoons or evenings, he was with her. Most Saturday nights they spent with us, sometimes clothed, sometimes nude. When the kids weren’t around, they gradually became more intimate with each other in front of us. One Saturday night after the little ones were in bed, they began kissing and touching each other while we watched. Luke was sporting a rigid hard-on and I was too, just watching them. I took Siobhan to our bedroom, leaving them to “watch TV.” The next morning, Luke apologized for the stains on the couch and said he’d clean then off if Siobhan would tell him how. She showed him what to use and how to do the cleaning.
The next time Luke brought her to the house, he asked us if it was OK if he took Rachael to his bedroom before taking her home. By February, he was asking if she could stay in his room overnight. By March, she was a regular visitor for the entire weekend. We seldom had to bathe the kids when Rachael was visiting. On a couple of occasions, we had four adults and three kids bathing in the basement shower at the same time.
One weekend in March, we were supposedly watching a movie in the family room, lights off, with Luke and Rachael. We were on the love seat and Siobhan was leaning against me. Luke and Rachael were on the couch, hands all over each other, like two contortionists. Rachael had her hand on Luke’s cock while he had his hand on her vulva, fingers hidden between her legs. I could smell the scent of sex in the air. Luke kneeled down between Rachael’s legs, pulled her hips forward to the edge of the couch, and then looked over at us.
“Siobhan, would you like to sit next to Rachael. I’m going to be on my knees for a while. Maybe Kieran would join me on the floor.”
I joined him on the floor and we gave two gasping females a good licking. Afterward, they made us stand at attention in front of them, hands on their shoulders, and they gave us a good sucking. I can still remember Siobhan’s advice to Rachael, “Remember Rachael, men think they ejaculate a gallon; women know it’s only a teaspoon.”
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A few days after that, Luke and Kavan and I were working on an old car down in the basement. It was my one expensive hobby, making an inexpensive piece of junk into an expensive piece of junk.
“Kieran, do you talk to my Dad about me?” Luke asked.
“We talk every few weeks. He calls me at work. He was my boss for a long time. There are some job things we need to talk about.”
“That’s not what I asked you, Kieran.”
I looked at him, thinking about the wise way to handle this.
“Yes, we talk about you.”
“What do you tell him, I mean, about me and you and Siobhan and about Rachael?”
I decided truth was the best answer. “I’ve been telling him everything that goes on all the time you’ve been here. He knows you’ve got a pretty good course in sex education. I don’t get into details but he understands.”
“Do you tell him about Rachael?”
“I tell him about her but I don’t get into details there either. He knows you’ve found a wonderful girl to love.”
“How does he feel about it?”
“He’s as happy for you as a father could be. He said for me to tell you he’s always loved you and always will. He said he was glad Siobhan and I helped you learn how to love. He said he just wished he could have done it himself.”
Luke choked up a little and appeared on the verge of crying. He wiped his hands off on a rag and went outdoors.
“Did his Dad really say all that?” Kavan asked.
I looked at him, wondering how much he understood about our relationship with Luke.
“I had to prompt him a little but, yes, he did say all that.”
“You and Mom have done something good in helping Luke learn how to love. I’m proud of you.”
I was more than a little surprised. My own nine year-old son seemed to understand what we had done with Luke and even to approve.
“Do you know what we’ve been doing with Luke when you kids are asleep?”
“Sure, Dad, you just think we’re asleep. You guys get noisy sometimes when you’re doing it. When we found you in bed together, you should have smelled the sex in the bedroom. I thought about bottling it and selling it.”
“And you’re not ashamed of us for doing it with Luke?”
“Shit, nah, Dad, I told you, I’m proud of you.”
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In early May, we learned that the kids would have a school holiday on a Friday in mid-month. Luke and Rachael asked if we could go to the cabin in the woods. Since Luke was moving into an apartment and starting college in June, we grabbed at what might be our last opportunity to be together.
Rachael stayed the night with Luke on Thursday night. She and Luke bathed the kids and put them to bed. Afterwards the four of us sat around in the family room talking. Rachael had long since become comfortable being nude around us but it seemed she was deliberately being more teasing and provocative. She gave me some gaping flashes of pink more than once. Luke saw what she was doing and got aroused. When Siobhan and Rachael saw two erect dicks standing up, we were both hauled off to bed by our dicks. I know, in my case, mine was soft and docile when I went to sleep.
We were at the cabin before noon on Friday. The weather was warm so all of us wanted to try the creek. I think we had a contest to see who could get naked the quickest. Kavan won and then watched as Rachael provocatively pulled her white panties down.
When we waded into the creek, we decided it was a little cold yet for playing. The kids started running wild as usual while Luke and Rachael stayed to talk to us. We stood or sat in the shade since we had little tan remaining from last season.
“Old man,” Luke began, “I’m moving out of your house but I hope I never move out of your hearts. You’ll never be out of mine. I hope you’ll still let me visit on weekends, with Rachael of course. We’ll even bathe the kids for you until we have one of our own.”
“You’ve been thinking of making a permanent commitment to each other then?” Siobhan asked.
“Yeah,” Luke answered. “Rachael and I are going to be living together while we go to college. Mom’s outraged but that just means she won’t come for a visit. Dad’s OK with it; in fact he’s happy with it. He’s renting an apartment for us and giving me an allowance. Rachael’s got a needs-based scholarship. We’re both going to look for a part-time job. We think we can manage the finances OK. When we think we’re ready, we’ll get married, if she’ll still have me after living with me.”
“Will you let us help you outfit your apartment,” Kieran asked. “I think you could use a good king-size bed for your wrestling matches.”
“And when the time comes, will you let us help you with your wedding plans?” Siobhan asked.
“You know we will,” Rachael said. “We’re going to need all the help we can get. You’ll be the only Mom here to help us.”
“There’s a special reason we wanted you two to take us to the camp this weekend,” Luke said. We wanted to give you a gift in appreciation for everything you’ve taught me. Rachael’s especially thankful since I’ve been teaching her and she’s another beneficiary of all your good lessons.”
“We’ve been talking about this for weeks,” Rachael interrupted excitedly. “We tried to think of something we could afford and something we hope you’ll enjoy. We decided we couldn’t afford much but we did come up with something we hope you’ll both enjoy.”
“You don’t need to give us anything,” I said. “Gifts given out of love don’t require anything in return.”
“We know that,” Luke said. “It’s the gift of love that’s changed me so much. When you and Siobhan shared your love with me and let me be part of your family, it gave a meaning to my life. I want a family like yours.”
“Yeah, old man,” Rachael said, “you let Siobhan give Luke lessons on how to make love with a woman. You helped turn him into the man I fell in love with. He’s told me all about those lessons. He’s shown me how well he learned them.”
“That’s how we came up with the idea of showing both of you how well we’ve learned our lessons,” Luke said.
I looked at Siobhan with a questioning lift of my eyebrows.
“Kieran,” Luke said, “it’s been months since my last lesson with Siobhan. If you two will let me, I’d like to show her how much I’ve learned.”
Siobhan looked at Luke. “I’m not sure we should do that, Luke. I don’t think Rachael and Kieran will want to watch us.”
“You don’t understand, Siobhan,” Rachael said. “While you and Luke are reviewing the lessons, I’m going to be busy showing Kieran how well I’ve learned them second hand.”
She gave both of us a soft smile and leaned back against a tree, waiting for our answer.
I understood what they were proposing. I understood completely but I was speechless. For once in my life, I couldn’t think of what I should say. Siobhan guessed my uncertainty and stood looking at me, trying not to laugh out loud. I was saved by Arial.
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(ARIAL)
I stood in the creek, water up to my knees, watching Mom and Dad talking with Luke and Rachael. I wondered if they were planning to do sex again. Kavan had been telling me what he’d seen sneaking around the house when they thought he was sleeping. I wanted to go sneak with him so I could see too. He’d promised me he’d let me if they did it again at the cabin.
Kavan was in the creek digging in some mud where the creek bank had washed out. His arms and most of his front were covered with some white stuff. He looked funny. I looked around for Kerry and couldn’t find him. When I saw him, he was on a sandbar in the creek, picking up red berries and playing with them and eating them. His hands were covered with bright red juice and his mouth and chin were all red. I was scared. What if the berries were poison?
I screamed his name. Kavan looked up and ran over to Kerry. Mom and Dad came running down the hill. Luke and Rachael were just behind them. I didn’t know what to say. I just pointed to Kerry.
Dad jumped off the creek bank and landed on the sandbar near Kerry. When he saw what he had done, he looked up at the tree, then down at the berries on the sand, and then at me. When he smiled, I knew it was OK.
“It’s OK, Arial; it’s just wild cherries. They’re not poisonous. He’s just fine - caught red handed - but he’s fine.”
Dad picked up one of the cherries, mashed it in his hand, and stuck one finger in the juice. He touched each of his cheeks with the finger. I saw bright-red spots on each cheek.
“Don’t be scared, Arial,” he said. “They’re not poisonous. Birds love’em but they’re bitter and don’t taste good. I don’t think Kerry put but a few in his mouth.”
Kavan was standing looking at Kerry. Kavan’s feet were colored sort of gray-white and he even had the stuff on his dick and his chest. He looked funny.
“Dad, I found this neat stuff,” Kavan said. “It’s like real nice clay. Sort of like play-dough. There’s lots of it.”
Mom and Luke and Rachael climbed down the creek bank and looked at Kavan. They started laughing.
“Can you show us where you found this stuff, Kavan?” Dad asked.
Kavan led us down the creek to where he’d been playing. Part of the creek bank had been washed away. About two feet below the top there was a big stretch of the gray-white stuff.
Dad looked at it for a minute, bent over and picked up a clump. He played with it in hand and then walked over to Mom, Luke, and Rachael.
“It’s a clay deposit. I think its called kaolin. The old fashioned name for it was white wash. Country people used it to white wash the area around their fireplace. It’s got lots of industrial and commercial uses. There’s not enough here for anybody to mine. But it’s a lot of fun to play with.”
Luke looked at Kavan. His legs were muddy up to his knees and in some places above his knees. “Looks like Kavan is trying to use it as body paint.”
I could almost see the idea pop out above Kavan’s head. He looked over at me and raised his eyebrows. I knew my brother. He wanted me to help talk Dad and Mom into something.
I walked over to Dad and held his hand. I looked up at him and used my big blues on him. “Can we, Dad, can we use it for body paint? Can we please?”
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(KAVAN)
Dad knew how to do it. He helped us get the old galvanized washtub from under the cabin. We got a shovel and a hoe and two buckets. I dug the clay out and put it in a small bucket. Arial carried it up to the bank where Luke and Dad were waiting beside the old tub. Dad broke the chunks up into smaller pieces with his hands. Luke used the flat end of a hoe to mash the pieces. They kept adding water as much as they needed. Finally Dad told me he had enough clay.
Dad got in the tub and started mixing up the mud and water with his feet. He held out his hand to Mom and she got in with him. He had his hands on her shoulders; she had hers on his waist. They went around and around, stomping the clay until it turned into something like thick white paint.
When they got out, Dad looked at Arial. “Arial, you wanted body paint. Here it is. How do you want to be painted?” She looked at the mess and said, “Yuk!”
Mom asked Dad if he was sure it was harmless. He didn’t answer; just walked over to the tub, sat his butt down in it, with his legs hanging over the side. “Nothing above the neck,” he ordered. We all helped coat him. Even Kerry got a big kick out of slopping the mud on Dad. When he was covered, Arial wanted me to go next. I sat down and got it up to the neck.
Rachael made Luke go next ‘cept she wouldn’t let him sit down. He had to stand up in the tub while Mom, Rachael and Arial coated him all over with their hands. I noticed all three of them had to coat Luke’s dick and balls. I thought he was covered there after Mom and Rachael had done it. I guess Arial had to put on more mud as his dick got harder.
Luke made Rachael have a turn next. Luke and Dad and I had a lot of fun rubbing it all over Rachael. Dad’s dick got hard when he smeared it on her breasts. Mine did too. I got this funny feeling from touching Rachael’s breasts. Luke and Dad let me rub it on her longer than they did. I didn’t want to stop. I’d never touched anybody’s breasts except Mom’s. Arial doesn’t count ‘cause she doesn’t have any.
That left Mom and Arial and Kerry for last. Mom was polite to Arial and went next and even took Kerry with her. When they got out, everybody stood around letting the white wash dry and looking at Arial. She started to run but she didn’t get far. She got double and triple coated.
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(RACHAEL)
The more the clay dried, the more the color went from gray to white. I thought everybody looked strange but it was just too much of one color. I looked at Siobhan’s flaming red hair and had an idea.
“Kieran, are you sure those berries are wild cherries – that they’re not poisonous?”
“Sure,” he said. He walked over to the berries on the ground, picked up a few and stuffed them in his mouth. He made a nasty face. When he spit them out, his lips were reddish-purple.
I got one of the small buckets, rinsed it out, and started picking up the cherries and putting them in the bucket. I don’t know whether anyone else knew what I had in mind but they helped. When I had about one-fourth of the bucket full, I stopped them. I used the flat-end of the hoe to mash them into a puree. It was a reddish-purple mess. When I was finished, I carefully lowered my hands into the bucket, palms down, until my palms were just pressing into the mess. When I took them out, my palms were bright red.
I walked up to Luke, holding my hands out to the side. He looked at me like I was crazy but stood still. When my stomach was pressed up against his, I reached around with my hands and placed them carefully on his ass. He smiled down at me as we stood there. I could feel his cock throbbing against me. When I took my hand off, he turned around to show everybody. Two beautiful red handprints on a stark white butt. Luke did it next and put his handprints on me – on my ass and on my breasts.
After that it was all fun and laughing and giggles as we tried to figure out what to put on each other. Handprints were easy and every body got a lot because everybody seemed to enjoy putting them on. Kieran had a barber-pole cock, pointing up at an angle. Kavan got a solid red one, on white balls. His was pointing up too. Even Kerry’s little dick was pointing up; he had his painted and repainted by everybody. I tried to do Luke like a red zebra but he kept moving and messing it up. He looked funny with red testicles.
My white wash was redone by Luke and Kavan. They covered the hands on my breasts with a fresh coat of white. When that dried, my breasts became eyes, red eyes with a red iris. My naval became a nose. Below that was a mouth sporting a cute little Van Dyke beard. I loved it.
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(KIERAN)
The temperature was getting warmer and the breeze was hardly stirring the air. I was getting hungry but nobody seemed to want to go up to the cabin for lunch yet. I decided to see if we could bring lunch down to the creek.
“Siobhan, do you think we could have lunch down here? We don’t have to fix anything. We could just bring some stuff like pork and beans, sardines, crackers and cheese, some fruit. We could just stay here and eat out of cans and use our fingers. It’s too nice outdoors. I don’t want to go in yet.”
I knew before asking what the answer would be. We carried the bare minimum down the hill. Two cans of pork and beans, two spoons for everybody to share. Three cans of sardines with three forks. Lots of crackers. Cheddar cheese. Apples and pears and one knife. Just a big jug of water to drink, no cups or glasses so we had to share everything, even germs.
The kids amazed me. No “Yuk, I don’t like that.” They ate beans and fed each other beans. They ate sardines. They held the water jug for each other while they drank. I was wondering where my kids had gone and where these angels had come from.
Luke was stretched out on his back, his head in Rachael’s lap. She was playing with the hair around his face, smoothing it back. His cock was about half hard again. I crawled over to Siobhan, stretched out on my back, and put my head in her lap. The kids were down in the creek, playing at something. The sun was warm on naked skin. The breeze was just enough to keep the sweat from starting. I knew it was paradise.
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(SIOBHAN)
Kieran had his head in my lap, a contented smile on his face, while I played with his hair. I watched his cock to see if it was going to begin to swell under the warmth of the sun. It did. It crawled up from between his legs and flopped on his thigh.
“Siobhan,” Rachael said,” would it be OK if Luke and I went on up to the cabin. Maybe we could get a quick shower and then have a few minutes to ourselves before you and Kieran and the kids come up.”
“Rachael,” Kieran answered, “if you and Luke want to go have a quickie, just say so. Just leave us some warm water to shower. Go up to the bedroom in the loft. It’s your turn to sleep up there. It always goes to the newest lovers.”
Luke and Rachael went up the hill to the cabin, hand in hand, like the lovers they were, whispering to each other.
“Kieran,” I said, “let’s go wash the kids off in the creek. Then maybe we’ll have enough hot water to shower. If we could find something for the kids to do, we could have a quickie too.
We joined the kids in the creek and scrubbed the clay off each other by hand. The cherry juice didn’t want to come off right away. I wondered how long I’d have red handprints on my tits and ass. When we got to the basement shower, we bathed the kids first. We asked them to go up to the big common room and relax for a while.
As soon as we saw their little butts disappear up the stairs, Kieran had me on my back on the bench, his cock buried to the hilt in my cunt, and we were racing for orgasm. We both won. He was like dead weight on me, his head buried in my shoulder. And then we heard the outbreak of noise upstairs.
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(KIERAN)
Siobhan and I were almost side-by-side in our race upstairs. When we got to the main floor of the cabin, there was no one in sight. The noises resumed. We looked up toward the loft bedroom door and all three of our kids were there, looking into the bedroom.
I could hear Luke’s deeper voice, alternating between groaning and laughing. Rachael was giggling and laughing and almost hysterical. The kids were all talking at once. None of them made any sense.
We climbed up the circular stairway to the loft bedroom. When we looked in the door, Luke was on his back on the bed. His hard cock was flopping from side to side as he rolled, laughing and groaning, out of control. Rachael was standing at the foot of the bed, trying to cover with her hands the area of her body she had just been unconcerned about displaying at the creek. Tears were running down her cheeks but she was laughing like mad. The kids were all talking at once.
“SHUT UP,” I said in a loud voice. When the kids looked at me, I pointed a finger at Kavan. “What happened, Kavan?”
“I didn’t know they were fucking, Dad; honest, I didn’t. They left the door open. I thought it was OK to come up here. Rachael was on top of Luke bouncing up and down on his dick. Arial wanted to see too. She shoved me and I fell and knocked the door against the wall and made a loud bang. I scared them so bad they haven’t stopped acting like this since I got up off the floor.”
That provoked louder howls and laughing from Luke and Rachael. Rachael kept apologizing because they’d let the kids see them making love. Shut up? It worked once; it might work again.
“SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU,” I said, in my most fatherly manner.
Luke and Rachael gradually quieted, looking at me as though I had the fatherly wisdom to handle the situation.
“I think we have a little problem here. I believe we can fix it if you’ll just listen to me. You kids sit down on the bed.”
Kavan and Arial crawled up and sat Indian fashion. Rachael helped Kerry up and held him. Siobhan and I stood at the foot of the bed.
“Kavan, would you like me to give you the keys to my car?” I asked.
He looked at me, puzzled. I think he realized that there was something wrong with my offer.
“Dad, you know I can’t drive your car,” he finally said. “You and Mom wouldn’t let me drive even if you gave me the keys.”
“Why can’t you drive the car, Kavan? You’re almost as tall as your Mother,” I asked, letting a little edge of harshness into my voice.
“Cause that’s a grown up thing, Dad. I’m just a kid. I’m not old enough to drive yet.”
“I’ve been teaching you a little, Kavan. You want to learn. Why can’t you drive yet?” Kavan knew I was mad at him. Arial knew they were in trouble. The tears were beginning to slide down her cheeks and her eyes were already red.
“I don’t know, Dad. Why are you mad at me?”
“I’m mad because you’ve been doing something wrong. This time, Arial did something wrong too.”
I suppose they were both unsure of what it was they’d done wrong.
“Are you going to sneak around behind my back and drive my car, Kavan? I never hide the keys. I even ask you to help find them when I misplace them.”
“No, Dad, I hope when I’m old enough you’ll teach me to drive.”
“Not just old enough, Kavan, responsible enough too. Luke knows he can drive my car with you kids in it. He doesn’t have to sneak around to drive my car.”
“No, Dad, he doesn’t. But I don’t either. I haven’t been sneaking around driving your car.”
“What have you been sneaking around and doing, Kavan?” I asked, and I could see that he knew what I was getting at. He was on the verge of crying now. He choked, trying to find the words to admit it. When he finally did, I was proud of my son.
“I’ve been sneaking around watching Luke and Rachael have sex, Dad. And watching you and Mom when you do it, especially when you do it with them.” The tears were rolling down his cheeks now.
“Your mother and I don’t let you watch us because we don’t think you’re old enough yet, son. You’re not able to be responsible with sex, just like you’re not old enough to be responsible with driving. We’ve always tried to be open and honest with you kids. We tell you what we do. We answer all your questions. As you get older and can handle more responsibility, we’ll help you learn more about sex. I’m not sure how but we will.”
Kavan and Arial were both crying openly now. Siobhan’s motherly instincts made her start toward them. I said “wait” to her and she stopped.
“Kavan, you haven’t done anything wrong by wanting to learn about sex. You’ve done something wrong by not being honest with us. If you wanted to watch Luke and Rachael have sex, did you ever think of just asking them if you could watch?”
“No, Dad, they wouldn’t - they wouldn’t let - they just wouldn’t.” He was almost sobbing, trying to get the words out.
“If you ask your mother and me for something, we may tell you no. Maybe we don’t think you’re grown up enough to be responsible. You can’t be responsible for driving a car. Can you ask a man and a woman to let you watch them have sex? If they say no, because they don’t think you’re old enough, can you accept their decision?”
Kavan was looking at me now with real pain on his face. It was all I could do to keep from wrapping my arms around my son.
“Kavan, your Mom and I and Kerry are going back downstairs now. I want you and Arial to stay up here with Luke and Rachael. Some day I hope they’re parents of children like you three. They’ll have to decide how to deal with their children’s interest in sex. After we’re gone, I want you and Arial to talk with Luke and Rachael. Ask them if you can watch the next time they make love. If they say no, come downstairs. They came up here to have a quickie. Ask them what that is. Your Mom and I had one downstairs in the basement just after you came upstairs. If they want to finish what they started and let you stay, it’ll be fine with us.”
“I’m sorry, Dad,” he sobbed. “I don’t understand all this. I wish I’d stayed home this weekend.”
“No, Kavan, you’re part of us, part of this family, we want you here with us. We want you to be honest with us. No sneaking around. If you want something, ask. If we say no, that’s the end of it for a while. I think you’ll find we’ll say yes more often than you think.”
Siobhan took one of Kerry’s hands and I took the other. We went downstairs, leaving Kavan and Arial with Luke and Rachael.
TO BE CONTINUED:
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