"As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man."
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 17; Arial Stuart, 15; Kerry Stuart, 12 1/2
Brad Weaver, 17; Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Nicole Whittaker, 15
TELLING THE STORY
Brad Weaver
(BRAD)
She’s just too much sometimes. For a moment, I couldn’t believe what I’d heard but she’d said it: that she was going to pet her panda and we could go slay our sloths. Sloths? Now she’s calling my dick a sloth? No Way. I knew I shouldn’t be surprised at anything she said or did. Still it was hard to reconcile the way she looked, beautiful and delicate and innocent, and the way she talked, open and unashamed of anything when it came to sex.
“Well, Kerry, shall we slay our sloths?” I asked.
He pulled his briefs down with one hand, pulled his balls up with the other, and let the elastic waistband catch under his balls. He sat down in a kitchen chair with his legs spread wide and held his dick straight up. Maybe he didn’t have a sloth but he had a big woody. It looked out of place on him, as big as it was, when he had so little pubic hair and none on his balls or between his legs that I could see.
“Naah, not me, boy. I’m going to asphyxiate my anaconda,” he said. He started slowly stroking it with one hand while he pulled his scrotum down taut with the other. He was watching me and I knew it was my turn.
I sat down in a chair, pulled my briefs down, and let them catch under my balls too. My dick was engorged already but it wasn’t stiff like his. I wrapped my hand around it, slid it up and down a few times, then pulled the skin down tight, and watched as it got hard.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to choke my cobra then,” I said, trying not to laugh. His grin was as big as mine and he looked like he was having a hard time holding it back too.
“Just don’t make it mad at you,” he said.
“Why?”
“It’ll spit in your eyes.”
“Well, maybe I’d better lasso my longhorn instead,” I said.
“That’s a fine critter you’ve got there, pardner,” he drawled. “Did you say that was a pronghorn?”
“Nope, it’s a hedgehog,” I drawled back. “You touch it; you get pricked.”
“Shit, Brad,” he said, “that’s a good one. I give you two points.”
He leaned back a little more, so that the chair was pushed back on two legs, and dropped his arms to the sides. His dick was pointed back over his stomach and it suddenly started bouncing up and down.
“It’s alive! It’s alive!” he said, whispering but pretending to yell like the mad scientist.
I tried to make my dick twitch up and down like his and only halfway succeeded. He smiled and shook his head when I did it.
“Do you love her?” he asked, out of the blue. His smile was gone.
“Yeah.” I tried to think of something more to say but there were no words to describe what I felt for Arial. “Yes, Kerry, I love her.”
“I do too,” he said.
“I know.”
“Please don’t ever hurt her, Brad. Be good to her.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“I believe you.”
“Arial and I are both doing our best, Kerry. Loving somebody is new for both of us.”
“Do you think I’ll find somebody like her to love?”
“You’ll find somebody. I never dreamed I’d find anybody like her. When Kavan invited me home with him, I didn’t know what to expect. When I saw her, I didn’t believe she could love me. I’m still amazed she does.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m glad you two got together. You make her happy and you’re good to her. That’s all that matters.”
He got up, walked over in front of me, and motioned for me to get up too. He moved a step closer to me and held my dick in his left hand, his in his right hand. He pulled them down until they were both horizontal with the head of my dick just above his. He looked down at them for a moment, pulled my foreskin forward until it covered the head of my dick, and then pushed it back. He did the same with his. We both looked up at each other and grinned. He looked down and slowly stroked my dick and then his.
“Yeah, that’s some big pronghorn you’ve got there, pardner,” he whispered. “I’ll bet that little filly of y’ors loves to ride it.”
I reached down and took his dick in my hand and started slowly stroking it. He kept sliding his hand back and forth on mine.
“Shit, Kerry, mine’s not that big. Your Dad’s got a big one, Kavan too. I don’t have an inch on you.”
“Does she really like it, Brad, you know, your dick in her?” he asked.
He looked down at our dicks again and I tried to understand what he was thinking and feeling. He pushed my hand off his dick and put his in its place.
“Yeah, I think so. I try my best to make sure she does.”
“Wanna borrow mine tonight?” he whispered.
“You want to take my place, don’t you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah, I guess so. What would you say if she let me do it with her?”
“I don’t know, Kerry. The stuff we’ve done so far doesn’t bother me.”
“Like jacking off on her breasts?”
“Yeah, that was fun.”
He poked his hips out, mimicking the position he’d used when we jacked off on Arial’s breasts, and gave his dick some fast strokes. I followed his example, except that I only stroked mine a few times. I wanted to save it for her, not squirt it on the kitchen floor.
“Not even when we sucked each other’s dicks?”
“No, not even that.”
“But when she sucks my dick or jacks me off, how about that?”
“She loves you, Kerry. She loved you before she loved me. I guess I’m getting used to your family. It seems OK for her to do that with you if she wants to.”
“Yeah, I guess my family is kind of different about sex, like the stuff we did at the cabin. I’m glad Mom and Dad are the way they are with us so we don’t have to hide stuff from each other.”
“I’m glad too, Kerry. I like being part of your family.”
“But you really do love her; don’t you? You want to marry her someday?”
“Yeah, I do. I hope we can be together for the rest of our lives.”
“Well, I guess that’s OK then. She can’t be with me like that.”
I wanted to go to Arial, to be with her, but I didn’t want Kerry to have to be alone, with no one to love him. It seemed weird, standing there in the kitchen, both of us holding a hard-on, talking about loving his sister. Then I remembered how he’d been when he walked back to the car after Nicole kissed him.
“How did you feel when Nicole kissed you, Kerry? Was it like your world just opened up with new possibilities? I felt that way the first time Arial kissed me and it was just on my cheek.”
“Aaww, shit, Brad, I don’t know what to do. She slipped me a little tongue and I almost came in my pants. I’d slip her a little dick if she’d let me.”
“I’ll get you a box of condoms so you’ll be ready.”
“Yeah, first Dad offered and then Kavan and now you. Shit, I’m going to be up to my eyeballs in condoms. Quit joking with me.”
“It’s no joke, Kerry. You’ve got to learn to be responsible for what you do. We’ve both got a lot of growing up to do before we have kids.”
“Yeah, I know. It scares the hell out of me.”
“Me too, Kerry. Loving Arial is scary too.”
He playfully hit me on my arm and then pulled his briefs back up. His dick was pressed against his stomach and the last inch or so was sticking out and up toward his navel.
“Come on, let’s go to bed,” he said. “You take your otter and let it play with her beaver. I’m going flog my frog in my own bed. I’m going to make it say ‘ribbit’ and then I’m going to sleep. Fuck it!”
I pulled up my briefs and positioned my dick so it looked like his. He looked at my dick pointing up and then at his and then grinned at me again. We went down the hall as quietly as we could. When he started to open the door to his room, I put my hand on his shoulder and he stopped.
“Thank, Kerry,” I said.
“Please be good to her, Brad. I hope you’ll always love her,” he said.
He went in his room and left me standing at the door to Arial’s room. I thought about what he’d said for a minute or so and then opened the door.
Arial was already in bed, on the side next to her desk and the light on it. She had pulled the blanket up over her breasts but her shoulders were still bare. She was reading a book. I walked over and tilted the book up so I could see the title – Poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. She put in a bookmark and then laid the book on her desk.
“Did you and Kerry have fun?” she asked.
I sat down on the side of the bed, held out my hand to her, and she put her hand in it.
“He’s always fun, Arial. He’s quite a kid,” I said. “But we didn’t flog our frogs.”
“I’m glad,” she said. “Kerry didn’t want to play with us after all?”
“No, he didn’t. We talked about how we both love you and he still wanted the two of us to be together without him.”
“He’s almost always sweet like that, Brad. I hope you can see how he’s always loving and considerate. It’s not just me he treats that way; it’s most people.”
“I know. I’m not jealous of him, Arial. I don’t mind if he goofs off with us sometimes. We’re just playing and having fun then. It’s just when I get serious with you, when we’re loving each other, I don’t want anybody else around then.”
“I know, Brad. Love is better when it’s kind of quiet and private, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, lots better. Are we sleeping in pajamas and gown tonight or do we sleep butt-naked?”
“I bought you something new to sleep in,” she said. “Me too. Look on top of my chest of drawers.”
I got up and walked over to the chest. There were a couple of folded garments on top, one dark blue, one pink. I knew which one was for me. I picked it up and shook it out. It was a flannel nightgown, a short one, too short to cover up much. I shook her pink one out. It was just as short.
“I can’t wear this, Arial,” I said. “My dick will be hanging out in front and my butt in the back.”
“Silly, that’s why I bought it for you. If you sleep naked, your shoulders are always getting chilled. If you sleep in pajamas, you usually take off the bottoms during the night. This way you can spoon up to my fanny and be comfortable.”
I liked the idea. It did make sense. She already knew how much I liked to sleep spooned up to her, with nothing between her naked fanny and my naked crotch. I tossed her little gown to her and started to pull my briefs off.
“OK,” I said, “let’s put them on.”
“Not yet, Brad,” she said. “Let’s wait a little.”
She turned toward her desk and put the nightgown down. I saw a momentary flash of white breast and I assumed she was naked under the cover and just waiting for me. She turned the blanket down with her hands and then pushed it further down with her feet. She wasn’t naked after all. She had on some white panties, nothing else, and not the pink ones she’d worn to dinner. She had put on some very brief and lacy white ones. I couldn’t help but grin. I knew what she wanted and it was the same thing I wanted. I tossed my nightgown on top of hers, pulled my briefs back up, went around to my side of the bed, and crawled in beside her.
When I turned toward her, she turned too and held out her arms to me. I laid down, half across her, with my head between her breasts. She knew how much I liked to be close to her, with my face against the softness of her breasts, while we talked. She put one arm around my shoulders and brushed my hair off my forehead with her other hand. I took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed against her. I was where I’d been wanting to be all week.
“You should have made Kerry come with you,” she whispered. “You know I love to play with skinny little boys in white briefs.”
“Really?” I whispered.
“Yeah, I’m just a dirty old woman. I love to see your little penis sticking up out of your briefs. It’s cute. I love to put my hand down there and play with your little testicles.”
“That’s OK. I’m a dirty old man,” I whispered. “I like little girls in white panties. I like to lick their panties and taste their juices.”
“Really?” she whispered.
“Yeah! It makes my little penis get stiff.”
“I love you, Brad,” she said in a quiet voice. “Thanks for dinner tonight and being so nice to my family.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you think everything went OK with Kerry and Nicole?”
“I think so. He was so grown up with her. I don’t know whether he was just acting or whether he was really comfortable with her. I don’t think she would have kissed him like that if she hadn’t enjoyed being with him.”
“You didn’t put her up to that too?” I asked.
“No. What do you mean ‘too’? What else do you think I put her up to?”
“Putting her hand on his leg, trying to give him a hard time. Just like you did to me.”
“Well, anyway, I didn’t put her up to kissing him. I didn’t know she’d do it like that. I guess it was what she wanted to do.”
I turned around again, lay down with my head on a pillow, and pulled her up against me. She knew what I wanted again. She relaxed against me with her head on my shoulder, nestled in the curve of my arm, with one of her legs over one of mine. She slid her hand around on my chest, teasing my nipples and pulling on what little chest hair she could find.
“I love you too, Arial,” I said. “I wish I could say it like that woman does in her poetry. I wish I could write poetry about how beautiful you are.”
“You’re beautiful too, Brad. I’d rather have you than a poem.”
“Yeah, but I’d like to be able to say stuff in words like she does, about how my heart overflows with love when I hold you, about how it’s like something sacred when I make love with you – I don’t know how to say stuff like that.”
“Silly, you just did.”
She slid her hand down over my stomach and started pulling on the trail of hair that started just under my belly button and wrapped around my dick and balls and back between my legs. She could drive me wild with it sometimes, just gently pulling on little tufts of hair here and there.
“I’ve never read much poetry,” I said. “Have you?”
“I guess so. Probably more than most girls.”
“Is there some you know that guys would like?”
“Sure. Try Carl Sandburg or Walt Whitman. You might even like some of Browning’s. Try it. I’ll bet you’ll understand what she says about love.”
Her hand moved down between my legs, into my briefs, cupped over my balls, and started teasing. It was another way she loved to play with me, just gently pushing one testicle up and letting it relax, then the other, until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Then she usually started playing with my dick, just touching it with one little finger, stroking the sensitive spot under the head until I squirmed. She knew the effect it had on me. When my dick started drooling, she’d use her finger to wipe it all over the head, just one little finger touching me so lightly. I let her play, using all of her tricks. It was so damn tantalizing and I didn’t want her to stop but I wanted to do something else too.
“Are you trying to drive me crazy again?” I asked.
“What? I’m not doing anything, Brad.”
“I’m going to get even with you.”
“I dare you,” she said, and turned her face up toward mine.
I dared. I closed my eyes and let my mouth find hers. I felt her tongue touch my lips and I opened to her. We did what I’d learned to love so much with her, just quiet kissing and touching until I knew I had to move on to something else.
I pushed her back and then leaned over her and found her breast with my mouth. Her little nipple was already hard. I sucked it and licked it for a moment and then pulled back and looked at it. She had the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen, small mounds flattened a little when she was on her back, with a smaller mound under the areola and then the little rose protrusion on top of that. She pulled my head back down and I opened my mouth again.
I slid my hand down on her smooth little belly, down through the little bowl, over her navel, back up under her panties, to the mound between her thighs. I loved the feel of her little tangle of hair. It was just a little patch of silky hair above her pussy and part way down and around the sides, with very little further back between her legs. She’d wanted to trim it and shave some of it off and I’d convinced her I loved it natural. If it was shaved or trimmed, I wanted to be the one who did it. It never got in the way of my tongue or my dick anyway.
I cupped my hand down over her pussy and immediately felt the heat and dampness of her. I let my middle finger play with her little inner lips until I teased them apart and I could feel the wetness deeper in. I kept at her, just one finger, my revenge, trying my best to make her squirm like she did me. Finally I slid my finger into her and curled it back and then moved it around and around, just the way I knew she liked it. It worked; she started squirming.
I took my mouth off her breast for a moment. “May I lick your pussy, little girl?” I whispered.
“Why, little boy? Why do you want to do that?”
“To get you all hot and ready for my little dick,” I said.
“OK,” she said, so low I hardly heard her.
I moved down on the bed, dragging a pillow with me. She knew what I wanted; she lifted her hips. I stuffed the pillow under her and then pushed her legs up and bent them back over her. She caught her legs behind her knees and held them. I took one more look at the panty-covered feast before me and then closed my eyes.
I’d done the same thing before but it still left me with heart-pounding desire again. I stretched out on the bed, my feet hanging off, and started licking her. Her panties were wet with the moisture from inside her and the scent and taste made me want her more. I teased her with my fingers and tongue for a while and then finally pulled her panties to one side and fastened my mouth on her pussy. I didn’t stop until I’d sucked and licked one orgasm out of her.
When her fingers finally relaxed and she stopped pulling my hair, I rose up over her and caught her panties on each side. She brought her legs together and I pulled her pantries down and off. I quickly pulled off my briefs and stuffed panties and briefs under a pillow at the head of bed. She let her legs fall on each side of me and I lowered myself slowly down on her. I let my dick press against her stomach, her breasts against my chest, my mouth against hers, and I waited. She wrapped her arms around my chest and pulled me against her so tight I was afraid I’d hurt her. After a minute or so, she brought her legs up over mine, slid her hands down to my butt, took a couple of deep breaths, and then relaxed. I knew she’d let me know when she was ready. I wanted her but I was in no hurry. I knew I was going to have her tonight, as many times as it took to satisfy our need.
She started moving her hips underneath me, rocking back and forth a little so that my dick rubbed against her stomach. I rose up on my elbows to take my weight off her, moved back a little, and then pressed my hips against her. Blindly, without talking, we cooperated in getting ourselves in the position we wanted, with my dick pressed against her so that the underside of the shaft rubbed against her nubbin. It was just one more of the things we’d discovered with each other. Once or twice, she’d been able to bring herself to orgasm with just the slow rubbing up and down.
“Lift up,” I heard her whisper. I knew what she wanted; I lifted my hips slightly. She reached down with one hand and guided the head of my dick to the right place. I waited patiently for her next move, forcing myself to hold still. She brought her hand out, put both hands on my ass, and pulled me against her. It was perfect again. My dick slid in just a little, just that unbelievable feeling of entering her again. She tugged again and my dick slid in a little more. I forced myself not to do what I wanted to do, not to shove it in to the hilt all at once. I waited for her to pull again. When she did, I gave in and pushed and slid into the hot wet depths of her cunt. It was all I could ever want. Almost all.
We had last made love the previous Sunday morning. I’d jacked off two or three nights during the week when we were apart but that was hardly satisfying anymore. It released some of my sexual hunger but did nothing to satisfy my need for connection with her.
I didn’t last long this time. The urge to come inside her took all thinking from me and my body did what it had to do. I throbbed and squirted over and over again and poured my essence into her.
When I became aware again, she was holding me prisoner as usual. Her legs were locked around me with her heels pressed against my ass. One arm was wrapped around my back. The other held my head down close to hers. Her breasts were soft and hot against my chest. She had her mouth on my shoulder and I could feel her teeth in my skin. I didn’t care if she marked me again.
I couldn’t move and didn’t want to move and she wouldn’t let me move. We whispered and kissed, nuzzled and whispered some more, got silly, got serious, all the while staying connected. My dick inside her wasn’t soft and shrunken like it is sometimes. It was still engorged and not far from getting hard again. I didn’t want to move but I had to finally. My arms had lost the strength to hold my body suspended above her.
She’d finally convinced me that she didn’t care if my semen or her secretions got on the sheet. She always said I had made the wet spot and I had to sleep in it. I didn’t care. I hadn’t thought to bring a towel and I guess she hadn’t either. Without a word, I moved to one side and at the same time she turned away from me. I spooned up to her, she bent her right leg, and I put my right leg over her left one, I curved my arm around; she caught my hand and pressed it against her breast. We both took a few deep breaths and then relaxed - all coordinated perfectly without a word.
We lay there close together, talking quietly, and I wondered if she was ready to go to sleep. The day had been long, the evening one of the best of my life, and the time in bed together wonderful again. My eyes kept closing by themselves. We were both breathing slowly and peacefully and I knew sleep wasn’t far away. But there was still a nagging desire to have her again.
My dick was nestled up between her legs, damp and sticky from either my secretions or hers, still swollen and hot against her. I could feel it slowly stiffening and I suppose she felt it too. She put her hand down between her legs and touched it under the head with one finger. I let her play and gradually my dick went from stiff to rigid. I almost felt guilty for wanting her again so soon.
She must have wanted it too. She moved her hips somehow, pressed with her fingers, and the head of my dick slid between the hot slippery lips of her cunt. I let it rest there for a minute or so, savoring the feeling of her flesh surrounding mine, and then started slowly moving, just enough to let the head slide in and out of her.
We’d learned so much about how our bodies could fit together, quietly talking and laughing, trying this, trying that, finding something that worked, trying something new when it didn’t. I decided to try again.
I pulled her right leg back over mine and then pulled her right shoulder so that she was half turned toward me. She bumped me a few times with her elbow and then we found that her arm would fit around my neck. I leaned over her a little and found that I could reach first her mouth and then her breast. I slid my hand downward on her stomach and felt where my dick was partially inside her. It was perfect, just what I wanted. I could kiss her, use my mouth on her right breast, the fingers on my right hand could play with the lips of her pussy where they surrounded my dick, and last, the best, my dick could slide into her just deep enough to stay there if I was careful.
I fastened my lips on one hard little nipple, slid a couple of fingers over the little ridge at the top of her pussy, and then started thrusting into her. Everything else in the world went away and I got faster and faster as I felt the need for release.
“That’s so good, Brad,” I heard her whisper.
I don’t suppose an answer was needed but I grunted “Uh huh,” anyway.
“Slow down a little, please,” she whispered again. “It’s so good, make it last.”
I did what she asked. I tried to be as slow and gentle as I could, just sucking, stroking, fucking, all at the same time. It was something new to me and it was too good to last. It must have been just as good for her. After a minute or so, she put her hand on top of mine and pressed my fingers down on her clitoris. I felt her contractions around the head of my dick and I held still and let her have her turn. When she finished, I started thrusting faster again and within a minute or so I had my turn too.
When we untied our knot, she turned over facing me. She didn’t say anything and I didn’t either. I don’t suppose anything needed to be said. It had been perfect for me. We lay there looking in each other’s eyes. She looked as sleepy as I felt.
I slid my hand under the pillow and felt something I’d put there earlier. I pulled them out and she smiled at me. She reached up and took my briefs out of my hand and then stuffed them between her legs. Then she took her little panties and tried to use them to wipe off my dick. There was hardly enough fabric in them to do it. She left her panties around my dick and then reached up and took my hand in hers.
“Tomorrow morning, you can have my panties,” she whispered. “I’m keeping your briefs.”
“Why?” I asked. “They need to go in the laundry.”
“No! I’m not washing them.”
“What then?”
“I’m keeping your briefs for a souvenir, to remember tonight.”
“Well, I’m not washing your panties either. Maybe I’ll take then out and smell them when we have our golden wedding anniversary.”
“That would be nice, wouldn’t it? We’ll be a couple of old gray-headed folks, sniffing underwear. What will our kids and grandkids think?”
“We’ll tell them what we did tonight.”
“I’d like to do that,” she whispered.
She reached back toward her desk and pulled the two nightgowns over on the bed. We both sat up at the same time, put then on, and then laid back down, facing each other again.
“I love you, Brad Weaver,” she whispered.
“May I say it too?” I asked.
“Uh huh.”
“I love you, Arial Stuart. Will you marry me?”
She turned over away from me and backed up against me. I pulled the front of my nightgown up, pulled the back of hers up, and spooned up against her naked fanny. I scooted up a little closer, curved my arm around her, and cupped my hand over her soft flannel-covered breast.
“Yes, Brad, someday I’ll marry you.”
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On Sunday morning, I woke to the sound of someone in the kitchen. I vaguely remembered changing positions during the night and quickly falling back to sleep with her spooned up against my naked butt. Somehow we’d changed again and we were almost face to face. My left arm was under her pillow and under her neck. My right hand was on her hip. Our legs were intertwined. Her face was just inches from mine, relaxed and beautiful.
I looked over at the bedside and saw that it was nine-thirty. I wanted to stay with her but I had to go. My dick was rigid again and my bladder was close to bursting. I turned and rolled out of bed. The front of the little nightgown fell downward but was stopped by my dick. I didn’t care who saw me. I opened the door, went out in the hall, and then in the bathroom.
After a struggle, I managed to start pissing. I drilled it down into the bowl for a minute or so and shivered with relief when I finished. I was just giving it a squeeze and a shake when Arial walked in. I put the seat back down and moved out of her way. She grunted, sat on the throne, closed her eyes, and let it go. I couldn’t help but grin at my princess on her throne, peeing, with her loyal subject watching. When she finished, she sat there and stripped off her nightgown. I pulled mine up and off too and held out my hand to her.
We showered together, washing each other between bouts of playing. She restored my hard-on and then bent over, holding the spout, while I tried it out. It worked fine but then she pulled away and told me I had to save it, that we’d take time to do it again before I went home. We were drying each other off, grinning and laughing and teasing, when I heard a tap on the door. It was Kerry.
“Hurry up, I gotta pee,” he said.
Arial opened the door and a sleepy naked Kerry came in or maybe his dick led him in. He had a morning piss-hard too. Arial grabbed my hand and pulled me out in the hall and we left Kerry standing over the commode trying to get his dick to cooperate.
I still had a towel in my hand. We’d left our little nightgowns on the floor in the bathroom and I wondered if Kerry would be confused when he picked them up and found they were both nightgowns. I started to go in Arial’s bedroom but she pulled me down the hallway toward the kitchen. I don’t know why but I stopped and wrapped the towel around my waist. Arial just shook her head and then grabbed my hand again.
Kieran was leaned back in one chair at the table with his feet in another, wearing nothing but a smile. His ankles were crossed, his legs were together, and his balls were resting on his legs, with his big dick on top. Everything about him looked relaxed. He was drinking a cup of coffee and reading the Sunday paper.
Siobhan was standing at the kitchen sink washing her hands. She had on a thin robe that came down to mid-thigh. When she turned toward us and smiled, I saw beautiful full breasts, rosy nipples, and white panties. I finally managed to look away at something else. I saw a big bowl of mixed fruit on the counter and smelled some sort of pastry or bread. It was the usual Sunday breakfast I’d come to expect with them but with more skin showing than during the colder months.
We stood talking to them for a few minutes, my arm around Arial’s shoulders, hers around my waist, telling them about our dinner. Siobhan poured us both glasses of orange juice and handed them to us. I’d just put my empty glass on the table when I heard a noise behind me. It was Kerry coming in the kitchen, still naked, rubbing his long hair with a small towel.
I had just turned back toward Siobhan when I heard a bump behind me and then Kerry pushed into my back and almost fell. He caught himself just in time and came on in the kitchen. It took me a minute to realize that my towel was now on the floor at my feet.
“I’m sorry, Brad. I tripped on something,” he said, with a diabolical grin. We both knew he had done it deliberately.
I looked down. My dick was behaving reasonably well. Kieran and Siobhan were both grinning; they knew he’d got me. I gave up; I surrendered. I knew I had to be as relaxed about being naked with them as they were if I was going to be part of the family. And I was determined that I was.
I pulled out another kitchen chair and sat down and put my feet in the chair with Kieran’s. I reached down and pulled my balls up, let my dick flop on my thigh, put my legs together with my ankles crossed, and let it all hang out just like Kieran. I saw him watching and smiling. I looked at Siobhan and she was looking at me too. They both knew who I was imitating.
“Arial, would you mind pouring me a cup of coffee?” I asked, and I reached for the funnies from the newspaper.
Kerry had been watching the whole episode. I was waiting for him to say something.
“Arial, you don’t want to marry that guy,” he said. “You’ll spend the rest of your life waiting on him hand and foot.”
“You’re just jealous, Kerry Stuart,” Arial said. “Women like to do things for their man sometimes. Don’t they, Mom?”
“Yes, Princess, we do,” Siobhan said. “Sometimes they even do something to please us. Your father was very sweet to me last night. I don’t mind getting him a cup of coffee.”
“Well, in that case I guess I’d better get Brad two cups of coffee,” Arial said as she poured a cup and put it in front of me.
“Arial,” I growled and made an angry face at her. It didn’t stop her or Kerry.
“What, Brad? You don’t want another cup when you finish that one?”
Kieran held his hand at his waist and quickly flashed two fingers. I knew what he meant. I nodded and then flashed him two. I thought a second and then amended that. I flashed him two and a half.
“Yeah, I know how it is,” Kerry said. “I had to punish my python twice last night before it gave up and let me go to sleep. Maybe it was something in that food we had last night. ”
“That’s strange,” Kieran said. “It was hard for me to go to sleep last night too and I ate at home.”
The way he looked at Siobhan left little doubt about what he’d eaten.
“Well, maybe you’ve finally given me what I want and you can sleep better at night,” Siobhan said.
Arial squealed, grabbed her Mom, and hugged her. “Mom, do you really mean it. Are you pregnant?”
“I don’t know yet, Arial,” she said. “I will in just a few more days. When does your period start?”
“Probably Tuesday,” Arial answered. She was still hugging Siobhan.
That confused the hell out of me. What could Arial’s period have to do with whether her Mother was pregnant? I didn’t say anything but Siobhan saw the confused look on my face. I looked at Kieran and he had a smirk on his face like he knew he had done it.
“Brad, we’ve lived together for so long our periods have synchronized,” Siobhan said. “That sometimes happens with women. We usually start within a day or two of each other.”
“Well, why do you think you’re pregnant now, Mom?” Arial asked. “You wouldn’t say that without some reason.”
“It’s just the way I feel, Arial. I’ve been pregnant three times and it’s different. It’s not the way I feel when I’m about to have my period.”
“Oh, shit,” Kerry said. “It’s bad enough when they’ve got PMS; now we’ll have to put up with PBS.”
Arial gave him a puzzled look.
“Pre-baby syndrome,” he said. “Mom’s going to have twins.” He looked proud of himself as usual.
Now he really had me confused. Nobody could know that at a very early stage in a pregnancy and I knew it.
“What makes you say that, Squirt?” Kieran asked.
“I saw you flash two fingers at Brad. I know what that means.”
“Well, Brad just showed me two and a half fingers,” Kieran responded. “What do you think that means?”
“Oh, all you little kids can just knock it off,” Siobhan said. “Quit being silly!”
Kerry still wasn’t finished. “That’s what I did last night, Mom,” he said. “Twice.”
The door to the basement opened and Kavan came in the kitchen, the third naked Stuart kid. His hair was still wet and he looked damp and warm. I hadn’t even heard the basement shower. He shut the door and turned and looked at the rest of us.
“Kathryn’s still sleeping. She said she’d kill me if I woke her up before noon. I don’t know why; I was the one who was up all night.”
“Me too,” Kieran said. He looked at Siobhan and smiled.
“Me too,” Kerry said. He looked at me and I could tell he was waiting.
“Me too,” I said, “and I was up early this morning.” Arial reached over and hit me.
“What? What’d I do?” I said.
She stuck her tongue out at me.
“Kavan, Mom thinks she might be pregnant,” Kerry said.
Kavan went over to his mother and wrapped her up in a big hug.
“Just don’t have another Kerry, OK?” he said. “Have a little girl this time.”
“That’s what your Dad wants,” she said. “He wants a little girl with red hair and lots of freckles.”
“You’re the one who wants the baby, Honey,” Kieran said. “I’ll be happy whatever it is. If you’re crazy enough to have it, I just think it would be nice if we had a girl that looked like you.”
“If you’re crazy enough to give me one, I’ll do my best to fill your order,” Siobhan said.
“I’ve got some more news for the rest of you,” Kieran said. “I got a phone call last night. The realtor finally called me and said my offer’s been accepted.”
I don’t suppose anybody but Siobhan knew what he was talking about. I certainly didn’t.
“I’ve bought the lot next door,” he said. “I let him talk me out a couple of thousand more, told him it was my final offer and I wanted an answer within ten days. The realtor said the owner accepted my offer. We’ll finalize everything one day next week.”
“I still don’t see what you want with it, Dad,” Arial said. “You’ve always said nobody could build on it. With all those rocks and big trees and that steep drop off, you said there was no way a house would fit on it.”
“Would you like to know what I’m going to build?” Kieran asked.
“Somebody’s going to have to use a lot of dynamite to clear that lot for a house,” Kavan said.
“Nope, no dynamite,” Kieran said. “I’m not building a flat sticks and bricks house like this one. I’m building a small footprint house that’ll use steel beams and a new insulating-concrete process. The footprint will be ten by forty. It’ll only have four hundred square feet on the ground and it won’t require any grading or filling. It’ll just sit on the rocks.”
“That’s not a very big house, Dad,” Kavan said. “What’s it for?”
“That’s just the bottom floor, Son,” Kieran said. “That floor will be for a workshop and utilities. The second floor will sit on that and it’ll be eight hundred square feet, basically one big room for cooking, eating, and living. The only thing walled off will be a small toilet. The third floor will be another eight hundred feet with two bedrooms and baths.”
“How do you put eight hundred square feet on top of four hundred?” Kerry asked.
“Easy,” Kieran answered. “The second and third floors will be cantilevered out another five feet on each long side. There’ll even be a couple of small decks cantilevered out from the big room on the second floor and from the master bedroom on the top. Most of the wall facing east over the creek valley will be glass.”
“It will be very nice,” Siobhan said. “We’ll have to cut just a few trees for the house and a few more for the carport. We’re going to get Kavan to landscape it with low-maintenance plants and we’ll never have to rake leaves or mow a lawn.”
“Where will you park a car?” Arial asked.
“Right in front of the house,” Kieran said. “There’ll be a carport for two cars with a covered walkway from the carport to the house. I’ve checked out the zoning requirements and it’s OK.”
“Who’s going to live in it?” I asked. “It sounds like you two are planning on living there yourselves.”
“Not for years yet,” Siobhan said. “We’re going to stay here until all of you are out on your own. Someday we’ll move over there and take our little girl with us.”
“Well, who’s going to live there until then?” Arial asked.
Kieran looked at her and smiled. “Maybe you and Brad, Princess. Maybe Luke and Rachael and their kids. Maybe all of you for at least a little while. Who knows? It’s just a house for overflow from this one.”
The timer on the stove dinged and Siobhan took out two big muffin pans. She put the big bowl of fruit on the table. Someone had already put some little bowls and spoons there.
“Who wants more coffee?” she asked. “Kerry, you can get the milk out of the refrigerator.”
We sat around the table eating breakfast, having fun, and reading the newspaper. I kept thinking about how it felt to be part of their family, to be so relaxed about our nakedness, so comfortable with loving each other, and so open about sex. It was hard to believe I could have come to feel that way since I’d met them last fall. Kieran finally put down the front page of the newspaper and looked around at his family. He caught me looking at him.
“Kieran, are you really OK with all this, with me and Arial?” I asked.
He looked at me with a curious expression.
“With what?”
“You know, like last night, me taking your kids to dinner, coming back and sleeping with Arial, staying here most Saturday nights?”
“Did you do something bad last night, Brad, like getting them to go binge drinking with you?” he asked.
“No, but they had tea with dinner and then coffee with dessert.”
“It was decaffeinated coffee,” Kerry said.
“You didn’t take them somewhere so you could all hook up with some kids with tattoos and piercings, you know, rings in their nose, studs in their tongue? I’ve heard some of the guys even put a ring in their dick and some gals put one in their labia.
“Yeah, Dad,” Kerry said, “the one I fucked had herpes and warts. She was hot. I loved her tongue stud when she sucked me off.”
“Kerry, that’s gross,” Arial squealed.
“Knock it off, Kerry,” I said. “I’m trying to be serious.”
“You’re talking about having sex with Arial, aren’t you?” Kieran asked. “You’re what? Still seventeen and she’s almost sixteen. Don’t kids your age have sex with each other sometimes?”
“Romeo and Juliet did,” Arial said.
“Yeah, but their parents didn’t want them to, and they didn’t live happily ever after,” I said.
Kieran leaned over toward me.
“Look, Brad, we talk with you kids about sex and try to make sure you act sensibly. You don’t hook up for casual sex like some kids. You don’t do drugs or go out binge drinking. You don’t have sex with people who’re likely to give you STD’s. You’re happy with Arial. Kavan’s still reasonably happy with Kathryn. Kerry’s happy most of the time about what he does. What are we supposed to worry about?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s just that you and Siobhan are so different from most parents,” I said. “It seems like most of them don’t even talk to their kids about sex. They pretend the kids won’t do it until they’re married and then act surprised when they do. Maybe that’s why so many of them drink and do drugs and hook up and stuff like that.”
“Dr. Weaver, I presume,” Kerry said. “Is that your diagnosis?”
I gave him a dirty look. “Don’t even go there, Kerry!”
“Son, last night I made love with my wife,” Kieran said. “It was slow and gentle and still as good as ever. She came once with my tongue and another time riding my dick. I came a couple of times, both inside her, because we’re still not sure she’s pregnant. What did you and Arial do different?”
“Nothing,” I said. “We did pretty much the same things you did.”
“That’s what Kathryn and I did too, Dad,” Kavan said. “We weren’t trying to get her pregnant though.”
“Shit, all I had to make love with last night was my right hand,” Kerry said. “It wasn’t satisfied until I did it twice.”
“Your turn will come, Squirt,” Kavan said. “I lost my cherry with Kathryn when I was fifteen. You’re way ahead of me.”
I looked at Kieran, thinking about what he’d said. I hadn’t missed it when he called me son. I wondered if he’d done it deliberately or without even noticing it. I looked at Siobhan and she smiled and winked at me. I looked at Arial and she smiled and made a little kiss with her lips. I still wasn’t sure what to think but what Kieran said made a lot of sense. I liked being able to talk to him. I loved being able to sleep with Arial. I didn’t want to change anything.
“Well, I’ve got to hit the books for a while,” Kavan said. “I’ll let the rest of you sit and talk.”
That brought me back to another reality. I knew I had three or four hours of reading and a paper to outline before Monday classes. I wanted to stay with Arial, maybe at least through lunch or a little later. I also wanted to finish the other half of what we’d started in the shower.
“Yeah, me too,” I said. I looked at Arial. “I’d better leave a little after lunch, OK?”
“I wish you’d stay,” she said. “I need to read some school stuff too. We can go in my room and study.”
“Yeah, I know what you want to study,” Kerry teased.
“Why don’t you all go in the living room and study,” Kieran said. “I’ll make Kerry be good. I think he needs to work on some of the math stuff I’ve been helping him with. I know he needs to learn to use some of the computer programs Stuart’s given him.”
“Please, Brad, stay with us,” Siobhan said. “I’ll get Kieran to get us some steaks and we can cook out tonight. This is the first really warm weekend we’ve had so far this year. Maybe we could try the pool or at least lay out in the sun a little.”
“You can even spend another night with me,” Arial said. I looked at her, smiling at me, inviting me with her eyes, and then looked around at the rest of the Stuart family.
I stayed. I called Dad and told him. I studied with the others until mid-afternoon, with a break for sandwiches. We all lounged around the house naked, with the windows open and a warm breeze blowing through on occasion. I guess I didn’t even think it was unusual anymore. It seemed like a perfectly natural thing to do.
Late that afternoon, we tried the pool. Kieran had already had a pool company get it ready for use and the water looked inviting. All of us kids managed to horse around in it for a while, trying to get Kieran and Siobhan to join us. It was really too cold. When we got out, three guys all had little shrunken dicks and Kathryn and Arial teased us about it.
Kieran and Siobhan had brought a couple of old blankets when they came down from the house and they spread them in a sunny spot near the fence. We all lay there in the late-afternoon sun, enjoying the warmth for a while. With seven of us, it was crowded on two blankets. Kerry kept trying to cause trouble, complaining that he didn’t have enough room. We all ended up in a wrestling match to see who got kicked off the blankets. Kerry kept losing but he wouldn’t give up. Maybe it was just being silly but it helped some dicks thaw out the rest of the way. Before we stopped there were four hard-ons flopping around and getting pulled by three females.
We bathed together, all seven of us, in the basement shower, and then went to our bedrooms. The wind was getting a little chill in it so we ended up in clothes - shorts and shirts - and stayed barefooted. Kerry came out with an undershirt on, red boxer under-shorts with the label showing, and baggy khaki shorts barely hanging on his butt. His sunglasses were a cool touch. Arial and Kathryn both had on knit shirts that looked like they were too small. Neither really needed a bra and their nipples showed they weren’t wearing one.
We grilled steaks outside and then ate on the deck. Kieran gave me and Kavan a beer without us asking. Kerry asked and got a taste from his father’s bottle. We sat around talking until the light began to fade and then went inside.
I slept with Arial again. I wanted to do with Arial what Kieran said he did with Siobhan on Saturday night - make love to her slowly and gently. I think she was in the same mood. We ended up doing it twice, that is, twice for me; I didn’t try to keep count of how many times she came.
Monday morning, Arial made me help her and Siobhan get breakfast ready. I didn’t even mind when Siobhan put an apron on me when I cooked the sausage.
When Arial and Kerry and I finally left to go to school in my Jeep, I wanted so much to come back home with them and stay. We’d agreed early on not to be with each other all the time. We both knew we needed to be separate most of the week so we could concentrate on our schoolwork. I knew in my head that made sense but it wasn’t what my heart wanted. I wanted to be with her every night.
TO BE CONTINUED:
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