"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 Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart, 48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4
Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23
Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21
Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17
Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee Andersen, 5
Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor Bridges, 5
TELLING THE STORY
Brad Weaver, Arial Weaver
(BRAD)
Friday night, we all had dinner together as usual. Over the years, we had all agreed that Friday night dinners together as a family would be the one weekly event that was sacrosanct. Other nights, we might eat on the run or miss eating with family altogether. We frequently went our own ways on weekends but Friday night was the one time of the week when all eight of us sat down at the table together as a family. During dinner, we talked about what was happening in our lives and never about any problems we might be having.
I made sure I was home from work about five o’clock and Kavan was just as punctual. He and I sometimes came in sweaty from our jobs, him from physical exertion at his job at Manchester’s and me from the tension and stress of my job at the hospital. I sometimes envied him because my job usually gave my brain a workout but gave my body little opportunity for physical exertion. We showered together, swapped back scrubs, and then changed into shorts and shirt and sandals. It felt good to get out of a suit.
Arial and Kathryn were already next door as usual. Kavan and I had asked them to stay downstairs as much as possible while we were gone. We’d even bought an extra couch so they would both have a place to rest. I usually found them downstairs when I came home, except on Friday, when they were usually next door helping with Friday night’s dinner.
Kerry and Kieran were already home when we went next door. Kerry’s modeling job never kept him late on Fridays. Kieran sometimes worked late on other days but never on Friday.
Siobhan and Arial and Kathryn had prepared something special again. This time dinner included baked stuffed pork chops, a Waldorf salad, and fresh yeast rolls. I teased Alannah about helping as usual.
Arial gave us an update on Brandon and how he liked to push against her stomach and kick down on her bladder at the same time. Kathryn told us what Kiley and Kathleen had been doing. The latest was that one had got the hiccups and the other didn’t like it and seemed to be trying to escape. Kavan teased her that it was probably Kathleen trying to make her brother get out early. With the twins, she was bigger than Arial even though her due date was a couple of weeks after Arial’s. She and Kavan had been talking to her doctor about inducing labor early. She said she might go to the hospital at the same time as Arial.
Kerry was taciturn and subdued and that wasn’t normal for him. He kept looking at Siobhan but he didn’t have much to say. Kathryn and Arial and Alannah, not even Alannah, couldn’t provoke much of a response from him. He disappeared downstairs to his bachelor pad as soon as he’d helped the rest of us clean the kitchen. I asked Kieran what was wrong with him and he shrugged his shoulders and said Kerry had a lot on his mind and was just thinking about it.
After dinner, Kavan and I asked Kieran if he’d go for a walk with us. We often went up the hill to the crest and sat at the picnic table in the boulders when we wanted to talk to him.
“Dad, what’s with Kerry?” Kavan asked, as soon as we’d left the house.
“He’s trying to decide what he wants to do about Tara and about transferring to CalTech,” Kieran said. “He really wants to go but he wants Tara too and he doesn’t see how he can have both.”
“I think there’s something else on his mind,” Kavan said. “He kept looking at Mom tonight and smiling but he didn’t say anything.”
We walked on for a minute or so before Kieran said anything else.
“I suppose I might as well tell you,” he said. “Last night, Kerry and I both made love to Siobhan.”
“Both of you?” I asked, and stopped in my tracks.
“Together?” Kavan asked, and he stopped too.
“And you were there when Kerry did it?” I asked.
“”And it was OK with you?” Kavan asked.
“Yes, to all your questions,” Kieran answered. “And that’s not all. Tomorrow night, Siobhan and I are spending the night with Luke and Rachael again. This time, Kerry is going with us. He’s going to be doing the same things with Rachael and Siobhan that Luke and I do. I think there’s more to it than sex, though. I think it’s his way of saying goodbye to us.”
Kavan and I were both silent for a minute or so. I wasn’t shocked. Over the years, Kieran and Siobhan had played around with us on occasion and Kavan and Kerry and I had done everything with her except actual intercourse. I knew Kerry was closer to Siobhan than anybody except Kieran. I suppose I didn’t expect him to get that close.
I knew Kieran and Siobhan had raised Kavan and Kerry to understand that they could play with Arial and do most everything with her except get their dicks in her pussy. They both knew why their parents didn’t want that to happen while Arial was too immature to know what she was doing. They understood the possibility that Arial could be impregnated by them and they didn’t want that.
I didn’t know whether they knew that she’d made love with Kerry a few times in the last couple of years since becoming an adult. The first time was when he was still fifteen. In December, after Arial and I were married in June, he and Arial and I had made a trip to Atlanta and Kerry finally made his dream a reality. The second time, the following summer, Kerry and I both made love to her at the same time and all three of us made a fantasy into a reality.
However, Kerry having sex with Siobhan was something I had not expected to happen. I suppose I knew Kerry wanted to but I didn’t think Siobhan would have let him. And Kieran was OK with it. Damn, this Stuart family was still taking some getting used to.
“I know Luke and Rachael have a king-size bed,” Kavan said, “but it’s going to be a little crowded, isn’t it?
“We’ll manage,” Kieran answered. “Listen, don’t you two tease Kerry about it, you hear? I shouldn’t have told you. Siobhan and I are OK with it so you should be.”
“You say it’s his way of saying goodbye,” I said. “Do you think he’s really going to go to CalTech?”
“Yeah, I think he’ll go,” Kieran said. “He’s just having a hard time with leaving all of us. And don’t tease me, either. I’m having a hard time with it too. I love him but I’ve got to let him fly.”
I led the way off the road and through the cluster of boulders to the picnic table. In good weather, it was a great place to talk without anybody bothering us.
“OK, what do you guys want to talk about?” Kieran asked, when we all sat down.
“Love and sex, Dad,” I answered, “What else?”
“I don’t know anything about either,” he said, smiling.
“Dad, if you don’t, I guess nobody does,” Kavan said. “We’re serious. We both need your help.”
“OK, what about?”
“Kavan and I have been having problems with Kathryn and Arial,” I said. “We’ve got the same problem and we’re not sure how to handle it.”
“Yeah, Dad,” Kavan said. “Sometimes they’re both moody and depressed and they cry and we don’t even know what we’ve done. We do our best but we just can’t figure out what’s wrong. They usually won’t tell us.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Kieran said. “It’s a normal part of being pregnant. They’re both feeling the effects of a lot of strange hormones and body chemicals. They’re both tired of being pregnant and not feeling normal. They probably worry that you won’t love them and that they’re not sexually desirable to you. They may even think that you’ll find other women and will want to fuck around with somebody else.
“Well, what can we do about it?” I asked.
“You can do a lot to help them cope with it. You need to be especially loving and caring with them over the next few months. You need to reassure them that you’re going to be with them for the birth and that you’ll help as much as you can when the babies are little. You know they want you to love them forever, don’t you?”
“Dad, Arial is still desirable to me,” I said. “She’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I love her more than anything. I don’t want anybody else. I just want her. I still want to have sex with her. It’s just that I don’t know what I ought to do about it. When do I stop having sex with her?”
“Son, you should stop when Arial goes to the hospital for delivery,” Kieran said with a straight face. “Up ‘til then, it’s OK.”
“Be serious, Dad,” Kavan said. “With the twins, Kathryn is miserable a lot of the time and I know it’s going to get worse. Do you really think sex will help?”
“As long as they want it, yeah,” Kieran said. “I made love with Siobhan until a couple of weeks before Alannah was born. It was good for both of us.”
“What did you do?” I asked. “You’ve been through it four times. Help us out.”
“For starters, why don’t the four of you get together in the same bed tomorrow night?” Kieran said. “I assume you’ve done that on occasion since you’ve all been living next door. Make it a special occasion. Bathe them. Shampoo their hair. Paint their toenails. And have some slow gentle loving sex with them. Make it fun. Make it a game. Play with them. Start with oral sex and give them a good orgasm. Then it’s important for you to get your dicks in them and have an orgasm too. That’s especially important.”
“What do you mean?” Kavan asked. “That’s the part I have trouble with. I feel like I’m asking her to do something just to satisfy me. I don’t want to do it unless she really wants me to.”
“As long as you can, it’s important for you to get your dick in her pussy,” Kieran said. “They want you to. They want to know that they’re still desirable to you and that’s the one thing you can’t fake. They want you to come to them for sexual satisfaction. They don’t want you going to somebody else.”
“Shit, I’d never do that.” Kavan protested. “I want Kathryn just as much as ever. I just don’t want to hurt her or the babies.”
“What would you do if you were in our place?” I asked. “What did you do when Siobhan was pregnant with Alannah?”
“Yeah,” Kavan said, “what did you do when Mom was pregnant with me?”
Kieran was silent for a moment, just looking around at the lights of the city blinking on. The picnic table where we were was always a favorite spot for us and all our neighbors, especially at the quiet time just before dark.
“I’ll tell you what I did when she was pregnant with Alannah,” he finally answered. “I can remember that. I’ll tell you every little detail. I’ll tell you how I gave Siobhan an orgasm with my mouth, the position I used, everything. I’ll tell you how I got behind her to fuck her…no, that’s not the right way to put it...when I made love to her. That’s what I did, you know, made love to her. I wasn’t worried about myself. I was concerned with her, making sure she knew I loved her and wanted her. Maybe I can give you some ideas you can use. You can do the same thing or something different. The important thing is – just love them.”
“I do, Dad,” Kavan said. “I love Kathryn so much it hurts.”
“I believe you, Son,” Kieran said. “You and Brad are both learning what it means to surrender yourself to love. There’s a synergistic effect to love, you know. The more you love your wife, the more she will love you. The more she loves you, the more you’ll want to love her. It grows and grows. That’s what you should try to do. I long ago surrendered myself to loving Siobhan. It’s made my life perfect. I can’t want for anything more. Surrender to love. Don’t hold back any part of yourself. You’ll never regret it.”
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Just love her. Surrender to love. That’s what I wanted to do. More than anything, that’s what I wanted to do. I decided not to wait until the next night. I wanted to love her tonight.
We had the windows open and a warm breeze was blowing across our bed. I had come to bed naked again. It was good to feel the clean sheets under me and the warm air moving over me. I was watching Arial, sitting on the side of the bed, brushing her hair, that long hair that looked like silk or spun gold. She had just showered and there wasn’t a trace of makeup on her face. She had on a plain white cotton nightgown that came down to her knees. It didn’t matter. She was still my beautiful Princess and I loved her with everything that’s me.
I got on my knees behind her and took the brush out of her hand. Every night, she brushed her hair or asked me to brush it for her. I loved to do it for her. I started slowly brushing her hair with one hand and holding it with the other. It was so soft and beautiful.
“Kavan and I want to get together with you and Kathryn tomorrow night for fun and games,” I said, to the back of her head. “Is it OK with you?”
“Brad, I’m too fat and ugly to do that now,” she answered. “Let’s wait ’til after the babies come before we do it with them again.”
“I wish you wouldn’t talk like that,” I said. “You’re not fat. You’re carrying our baby. And you’re not ugly. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me.”
“I had fun when we played with Kavan and Kathryn last summer,” she said wistfully. “It was a little sad, wasn’t it? We’d all agreed to stop our pills and start trying to get pregnant and so it was a little like a farewell party.”
“Somebody else is getting together tomorrow night for fun and games,” I teased. “Want to know who?”
“Yes, who?”
“And I know why Kerry was so quiet tonight,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because Kieran and Kerry both made love to Siobhan last night. And that’s not all. Kieran and Siobhan are going to play with Luke and Rachael again tomorrow night. And Kerry’s going with them.”
She turned and looked at me like she couldn’t believe it.
“How do you know?” she asked, incredulously.
She turned back around and I started brushing her hair again.
“Kieran told me and Kavan. He said he was OK with it so we should be. He said it was Kerry’s way of saying goodbye.”
She turned and smiled at me, a little smile that grew into a big grin, and then she started giggling.
“She was the last one, you know,” she said. “Lauren, Kathryn, Rachael, Joanne, me – Mom was the last one. He’s made love to all the women in our family now.”
“I know. While they’re all playing together tomorrow night, will you play with me and Kavan and Kathryn? Please say yes.”
She turned around again and lifted her face upward.
“Yes. Now kiss me.”
I kissed her, awkwardly, leaning down and around while she turned her face up and around. I decided not to wait until tomorrow night. I wanted to love her tonight. I moved back on the bed and lay down on my side facing her. She knew what I wanted. It was the same thing I wanted every night.
She lay down on her side, facing me, and we wiggled until we were as close to each other as her big belly would allow. I put one leg between hers, she put her leg over my thigh, I put one hand on her fanny, she put one hand on my waist, we sighed, and held each other. I shut my eyes and I suppose she did too and we lay there without saying a word, occasionally squirming, trying to get closer. After a while I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed.
“Our second wedding anniversary is coming up,” I whispered. “Do you ever wish you’d had a traditional wedding ceremony, you know, with bridesmaids in long dresses, you in a beautiful white one, me in a tuxedo?”
She almost-imperceptibly shook her head.
“I couldn’t believe it when you and Kathryn said you wanted to get married outdoors, at the remains of the old church behind your house,” I whispered. “You and Kathryn just wearing white sundresses, me and Kavan in white shorts and a knit shirt. You’re always beautiful, Arial, but you were especially beautiful that day, with the sun shining down on your hair and your bare shoulders and arms. You were like some unreal golden creature, like a goddess or something.”
“I’m just a girl, Brad,” she whispered, without opening her eyes.
“I know,” I said, “but you’re just as beautiful now as you were then. The white nightgown you’ve got on made me think of the little white sundress you wore when we got married. I don’t see you any different just because you’re pregnant with our baby.”
“You’re sweet.”
“The first time I saw the remains of that old church, I never imagined we’d get married in it. That night, when we made love for the first time, I guess I really believed we’d be married someday but I never thought it would be in the old church. It was November 18th. I’ll never forget it.”
“I wanted you so much that night,” she whispered. “I don’t think your dick was all the way in me when I started coming. And then you started coming in me and I just kept coming. Do you remember?”
“Uh huh, I never lost my hard-on and I did it again without ever taking it out. I was foolish enough to think it would always be like that.”
“And then we did it again during the night and again that afternoon just before you had to go home. That’s not counting the time in the shower when we almost did it.”
“Leaving you that afternoon was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” I whispered.
“It’s a good thing you did,” she whispered. “My pussy was so sore all day Monday and Tuesday I could hardly sit still.”
“Do you remember what I asked you after we’d finally done it?”
“What?”
“I asked you if we were really joined together, for the rest of our lives, my heart with yours.”
“Uh, huh, and I said I hope so, Brad; I really do.”
“Kavan and I talked to your Dad tonight, Arial,” I said. “He gave us some good advice but the most important thing he told us was just to love you. He said we should surrender to love. We’d never regret it. I’ve surrendered, Arial. I’ve surrendered to loving you as long as I live.”
“I’m glad. I have too, you know,” she whispered.
We were both quiet for a while. I was afraid she was going to fall asleep before I did what I wanted to do.
“Do you remember the first time I want down on you, you know, the first time I made love to you with my mouth?” I whispered.
“Do you mean the first time you had your tongue in my pussy?” she asked, opening her eyes and grinning at me.
“Yeah.”
“No, I don’t remember,” she said, avoiding my eyes. I knew she was teasing me.
“Arial, be serious,” I said. “It was the night you gave me some underwear. Kerry and I were in your bedroom and you gave me and him some briefs and made us try them on.”
“Brad, I told you I don’t remember,” she persisted. “Tell me about it.”
“Arial, I know you remember it. It was the first night I ever slept in a bed with you. I had on some briefs and you didn’t have anything on except your panties. We were getting ready for bed when we heard Kerry peeing in the bathroom. You took my hand and we walked in on him. It was the first time I ever peed while you watched me.”
“Well, you watched me.”
“See, I knew you remembered it. Then you wanted Kerry to come in your bedroom because you’d bought both of us some new briefs and you wanted us to try them on.”
“And then what happened? I don’t remember. Tell me.”
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When I pulled the little briefs up, I tucked my dick down in front of my balls as usual. Kerry pointed his upward at an angle. Arial asked why we did it differently and Kerry told her he wanted to impress the girls at school. I started to laugh but then I realized his dick was already big enough at twelve to make an impression on them.
“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter which way you put it,” she said. “Both of you look good enough to eat anyway.”
“Arial,” I said, “you aren’t supposed to talk like that.”
“And why not Brad? Guys say it about girls all the time. I’ve heard more than one guy say it about me. And that’s one of the nicer things I’ve heard.”
“Well, I don’t talk like that about the girls at school.”
“Brad, look at me,” she said.
I looked at her face first and held her eyes. She nodded downward and I shifted my gaze to her breasts and then lower down at her white panties.
“Say it,” she said.
I looked at her face again. I knew what she meant.
“You look good enough to eat, Arial,” I said and she did.
“Thank you, Brad,” she said. “That’s a nice compliment. I just hope you mean it.”
When we were in bed together, just holding each other, I knew what I wanted to do. I didn’t want to eat her. That’s a poor way to say it. I wanted to love her with my mouth and tongue and lips. I wanted to see what her little pussy looked like up close. I wanted to taste her and smell her, to lick her little lips until they parted and then to lick her some more so I could find her clitoris and maybe make her come. I wanted to get my nose and tongue in her vagina so I could really smell her and taste her. I wanted so much to make love to her, to get my dick in her pussy for the first time, but I wanted to wait until I could do it without a condom. I’d never used one and I didn’t want to, especially not the first time with her.
“Is it really OK for me to do what I want with you?” I asked.
“Yes, Brad, whatever you want to do. If you can wait ten more days, until Thanksgiving, you can do it without a condom. If you want to do it tonight, it’s probably safe, but maybe you ought to use one.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said. “I want to wait ‘til Thanksgiving for that. I guess I like the idea of not being in a hurry, of waiting ‘til we can do it without using a rubber. I was thinking of something else I want to do first.”
“What?”
“You do look good enough to eat.”
“Silly. If you really want to do that, then do it.”
“OK.”
I pushed her away from me, on her back, leaned over, and found her mouth with mine. She opened to me, stuck her tongue in my mouth, and I tasted toothpaste, mouthwash, and Arial, sweet Arial. I put my hand on her breast and teased her little nipple with my thumb and finger. She put her hand behind my head and held me while our tongues played with each other.
When I thought she was ready, I moved my hand from her breast down between her thighs. I cupped my fingers over her mound and just held them there, feeling the heat and dampness through her panties. I moved my mouth from hers down to her breasts and sucked both of her little nipples into hardness.
After a few minutes of loving her breasts, I moved over her, nudged her legs apart, and knelt on my knees between them. I trailed kisses down over her stomach, that little shallow bowl, stopped for a moment at the oval jewel of her navel, and licked it until she squirmed. I laid down on my stomach, my face between her thighs, caught her legs behind her knees, splayed them wide, and kissed and licked her on the inside of one thigh and then the other. The skin there was unbelievably soft and smooth. Slowly, I kissed and licked my way closer and closer to her panties where they covered her pussy.
Finally, I couldn’t resist any longer. I kissed her there, on the thin strip of her panties that covered her pussy. I took a couple of deep breaths, inhaling the scent of her arousal, and then licked the wet spot over her vagina, tasting her for the first time. But licking the fabric of her panties wasn’t the same as licking her so I rose up on my knees and caught the fabric on both sides with my fingers.
“Lift your butt up,” I whispered.
“It’s not my butt, Silly,” she whispered, grinning up at me. “It’s my fanny. Girls have fannies; guys have butts.”
She did as I said and I slid her panties down her legs, moved to one side while she brought her legs together and pulled them off, moved back between her legs, and laid down on my stomach again. I lifted her legs and splayed them wide again and, for the first time, I saw what I had been wanting for so long to see. It was unbelievably beautiful.
“You’re beautiful here too, Arial,” I whispered in awe. “I’ve never seen a girl like this before. It does look good enough to eat.”
I lay there looking at her, with my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my dick. Her pussy was beautiful, mysterious and enticing, a little slit in the mound, soft little curls all around it. First there was a little ridge or something between the soft mounds on each side, then little lips, hardly protruding, close together and closed, and disappearing further back where I knew her vagina was. I wanted so much to do it right but I wasn’t sure what right was. I knew where her clitoris was supposed to be but it wasn’t visible. I knew I was supposed to lick it to make her come but what if I couldn’t find it?
“I’ve never done this before,” I said “Will you tell me if I’m doing it right?”
“I don’t think there’s a wrong way, Brad,” she whispered. “Just do what you want to.”
I didn’t know what I was doing but I wanted to do it. I licked the little lips until they started to separate. I pulled back and looked and saw the darker pink or coral or red inside but I didn’t see her clitoris. I knew it was supposed to be where the lips came together at the top but there wasn’t anything there. I remembered that it was supposed to be erectile tissue so maybe it had to get hard somehow. I licked some more and looked again. Still nothing.
“Where is it?” I asked.
“It’s there, Brad; just keep doing that,” she answered.
She reached down with both hands and used her fingers to pull her lips apart and up slightly. Suddenly there it was, her clitoris, the little bump I’d felt with my finger but never seen. It was about the size of the tip of my little finger and had been covered by the little ridge. It was a blood red protrusion just where the lips came together. I leaned over and licked it gently again and again, lost in the smell and taste of her.
I wanted to feel her too, the inside of her, her vagina, so I pulled back slightly and gently inserted one finger into her and moved it around and around. She was hot and juicy inside. I pulled my finger out of her, looked at it glistening, and then sucked it clean. She moaned and I leaned over again and, as gently and slowly as I could, started licking her and finger-fucking her. I was lost in the red heat of wanting her.
“Put your finger in deeper,” she whispered. “Curl it up and rub me there.”
I decided to see if I could suck on her little nubbin so I pursed my lips and gently sucked. I couldn’t suck it into my mouth, just between my lips, but, from the way she squirmed, it seemed to work. I alternated between sucking and licking and kept my finger moving deep inside her. I must have done something right. After a few minutes, she tried to pull me inside her by my hair and I felt a series of strong contractions on my finger. I was pleased with myself; I had made her come for the first time with my mouth and tongue.
When she turned loose of my hair, I straightened up and looked at her. At first her face was all scrunched up like she was hurting but it gradually relaxed. She finally opened her eyes, smiled at me, and held out her arms.
“Come kiss me,” she whispered.
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(ARIAL)
“And then what happened? I don’t remember,” I lied. How could I forget it? “Tell me.”
“You jacked me off. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to…needed to get off worse. I’d been hard all the time I was licking you and it was like my balls were going to explode.”
“Jacked you off? Is that all I did? Didn’t you like it when I stuck my finger under your foreskin and went round and round?”
“Liar. You said you didn’t remember. You remember everything, don’t you?
Brandon was quiet, the lights were dim, and I should have been ready to go to sleep. I wasn’t. I lay there remembering how good it had been. Maybe I did look good enough to eat but he hadn’t eaten me. He had licked me and sucked me and finger-fucked me to such a good orgasm. I remembered. I remembered it well.
I thought of Kerry with Mom and what he might have done and then what he might do when he went with Mom and Dad to play with Luke and Rachael. Mom had told me a little of what they did together and I knew they sometimes did some wild stuff with each other. I wondered how Kerry would fit in with them. I wondered if he and Dad had both licked and sucked and finger-fucked Mom. Dad was OK with it? I wondered what it was like to watch his son fuck….no, make love to his wife.
“What did Dad say when he told you what he and Kerry and done with Mom?” I whispered.
“He said, ‘Last night, Kerry and I both made love to Siobhan.’ Those were his exact words,” he answered behind my head.
“That’s all he said?”
“Well, Kavan and I asked him if they both did it, if he was there when Kerry did it, and if he was OK with it. He said the answer to all our questions was yes and we should be OK with it too.”
“And you think Kerry really did it, you know, got his dick in Mom’s pussy, not just playing around like we do sometimes? He really fucked her?”
“Your dad didn’t say ‘fucked’ when he told us. You know how he doesn’t like to use that word. He said they both made love to her. I think that means Kerry had his dick in her pussy.”
“And he said they’re going to play around with Luke and Rachael tomorrow night and Kerry is going with them?”
“Yeah. That’s what he said. Why do you ask?”
“I hope you aren’t ashamed of my family, Brad. Do you think what Kerry did was wrong?”
“I don’t know. I know what religious people say about incest but nobody in your family is religious. I’m not either. I didn’t think it was wrong when Kerry did it with you. The way he loves you, it just seemed like it was OK, like it was just, I don’t know, like it was… the way it’s supposed to be when you love someone that much. I know it was OK with me. It was a lot of fun, being timed like that the second night. I don’t mind sharing you a little. I know you’re mine.”
“Kerry’s an extraordinary human being, Brad. He’s always so full of love. He gives so much love, it’s impossible not to love him back.”
“I know, Arial,” he said. “It’s a little difficult for some of us to show others we love them. Mom and Dad didn’t teach me much about love but I’m learning from you and your family. Kerry just overflows with love for people. It seems like it’s as natural as breathing for him to love people, even me.”
“Do you remember what he said before he made love to me? He told us he doesn’t want to come between you and me,” I said. “He emphasized the word come like he meant an orgasm but I knew what he really meant. He didn’t want to do anything to hurt our love for each other. He loves you too, you know.”
“I know. I suppose that’s one reason I trusted him to make love to you,” Brad said. “I wish you could have seen how you two looked together. I’ve never seen anything sexier and more beautiful in my life.”
“I love him too, Brad” I said. “Not the way I love you but I love him. I wanted you to make a baby in me so we could be a family. I don’t love Kerry that way. I want him to find his own woman to love and make babies with her.”
I lay there in the semi-darkness, secure in Brad’s strong arms, with his spread hand holding my big belly and his little son, content to be where I was, not wanting anything else except what I already had.
“Tell me about the trip to Atlanta,” Brad whispered. “What do you remember? Was it really good for you, me and Kerry both loving you?”
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I remembered the weekend it had happened, just after Christmas a couple of years ago, after we got married in June. Brad’s dad had asked him to take the raw documents from his research project to a professor at Emory University. He had to load and unload the boxes so he asked if Kerry and I could go with him to help. At least that was the excuse.
The real reason we wanted Kerry to go with us was so I could do something I’d been dreaming of for years. Brad and I had talked many times about whether it would be wise for us to play around with others like Mom and Dad with Luke and Rachael. And like Luke and Rachael with Stuart and Joanne. And like Stuart and Joanne with Kavan and Kathryn.
We both knew Kerry occasionally was welcomed by Stuart and Joanne and by Luke and Rachael. We thought about it and finally decided that it would be OK if Kerry made love to me even though I was his sister. That would be the beginning. After that, we’d think about getting together with others, maybe even with Luke and Rachael. Brad swore he’d be OK with Luke doing it with me. I teased him about doing it with Rachael and pretended I didn’t want him to.
Brad and I had been playing around with Kavan and Kathryn since we’d all moved next door to our parents. We’d done everything we could think of except that Brad had never had his dick in Kathryn and, of course, Kavan had never had his in me. We’d decided that would change too. And after that, maybe we’d do it with Luke and Rachael or with Stuart and Joanne. But we both agreed Kerry would be the first one to do it with me.
We rented a truck big enough to hold all the boxes and then left home early on a Friday morning. We made sandwiches for the trip and did just one pit stop. The trip was supposed to take about six hours but it rained some and traffic was bad and it was over seven hours before we got to Atlanta. We were all tired and stressed out from the trip and the rain and the traffic. Brad drove all the way and he looked exhausted.
With the help of the professor, we unloaded the boxes at his office. He’d made reservations for us at a motel near the university and it was nearly dark when we went looking for it. We saw the sign for the motel but Brad turned off before we got to it. There was a chicken place nearby. He didn’t get any arguments from me or Kerry when he announced we were having chicken for supper. Kerry said he was starved and so did Brad so we got a big bucket and all the fixin’s. We even thought to ask for some paper plates and spoons and forks.
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“Can we eat in bed?” Kerry asked as soon we’d all had a good pee.
“Yeah, but I’m getting a shower first,” Brad answered. “I’ve sweated so much I stink. Can you wait a few minutes?”
The accommodations in our room were typical for a motel – two king-size beds, a little furniture, and a bathroom with a tub shower. Everything was clean and the bed looked like a good place to eat and relax.
“You don’t stink, Brad,” I said. “You smell sweaty, that’s all. So does Kerry and I suppose I do too.”
“I don’t care how anybody smells,” Kerry said. “I’m hungry. Just wipe your pits with a washcloth if you’re worried about how you smell.”
“We all need to get out of these clothes,” I said. “I’d hate to get grease all over them. We may want to wear them again on the trip back.”
Brad and I were wearing some Cruise Classic pants and shirts that Kerry had given us and, of course, that’s what he was wearing. It seemed like that was all he ever wore. My pants were a good fit and I didn’t want to ruin them. They both looked at me the same way – with a big leering grin.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I said. “We can eat in our underwear. Then we can all take a shower.”
We ate sitting on one of the beds, Indian-fashion, in just our underwear. I thought for a moment about keeping on my bra but I decided I wanted to be as bare-chested as they were. I’d worn some nice panties for the long trip and I was glad they still looked fresh.
Kerry had on some Cruise Classic underwear as usual but I’d never seen him wearing these particular ones before. They were skimpy briefs, hardly covering his butt in back and his pubic hair in front, in navy blue with red around the waist and leg openings. Brad had on his usual white boxer briefs, Cruise Classic, since Kerry had started getting them for him. I’d asked Brad why he liked them so much and he’d told me it was because they let everything hang loose. Kerry certainly wasn’t hanging loose in his little briefs.
It’s a good thing we took our clothes off. Eating off a paper plate filled with chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy and a biscuit wasn’t easy. We had a few mishaps but we didn’t make a mess on the bed, just on ourselves and the towels we’d spread on the bed.
While we were eating, Brad kept wiggling his right shoulder and stretching his arm all around. I knew something was bothering him.
“What’s the matter with your shoulder?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he groaned. “It’s like I’ve got a catch just behind my neck on my right side. It hurts. I guess it’s tension from driving.”
“When we’re finished, lay down on your stomach and I’ll rub it,” I offered. “Maybe that will help.”
Brad and Kerry ate almost all the fried chicken. All they left was wings. Kerry got us washcloths and we wiped the residue off our hands and other places. I noticed Brad didn’t wipe his armpits. He seemed more concerned with his shoulder than how he smelled. I don’t know why he worried anyway. I liked to smell him as long as it was fresh male sweat. It was a little like an aphrodisiac.
He lay down in the middle of the bed on his stomach and I straddled him, sitting on his buns, and rubbed his neck and shoulders. He took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed. Kerry lay down beside him, turned on his side, and watched me with Brad. After a while, I thought I’d see if I had given him any relief.
“Try it now and see if it still hurts,” I said.
He sat up and tried moving his shoulder and neck and I could tell he was still hurting. I suppose Kerry could tell too.
“Let’s put a hot towel on it for a few minutes and then let me rub him,” he offered. “That’s supposed to relax the muscles, isn’t it?”
Kerry ran the water until it was hot and then soaked a folded towel in it. He brought the wet towel and a dry one back to bed. Brad didn’t need to be told. He stretched out on the bed again on his stomach. Kerry arranged a pillow under Brad’s forehead so he could be face down, then put the hot towel on Brad’s neck and shoulder and covered it with the dry one. We let Brad relax, me on one side of him and Kerry on the other. After a while Kerry checked to see if the towel was still warm, decided it wasn’t, and threw both towels toward the bathroom.
“Got any lotion?” he asked.
I got up, picked up the towels, threw them in the bathroom, and rummaged in my suitcase for the small bottle of lotion I’d packed. Kerry straddled Brad and put a couple of dollops of lotion on his shoulders. He was rough with Brad, much rougher than me, but Brad didn’t complain. He groaned some but I think his groans gradually turned into purrs.
I lay there beside them, watching Kerry massaging Brad, and I couldn’t help but be turned on a little. Brad’s buns, where Kerry was sitting, were still covered with his white underwear. Kerry had a nice bulge in the front of his blue briefs, not like he was turned on but because everything inside was pushed up and out by the way he was sitting on Brad. I liked looking at them together like that. I imagined how it would look if neither of them wearing anything. Kerry’s dick and balls would be right in the crack of Brad’s butt.
“I wish you two could see how sexy you look,” I said. “If you didn’t have anything on, you’d be sexier.”
Brad still had his face in the pillow. “Don’t get any ideas, Arial,” he said, muffled. “I’ll suck Kerry’s dick but he can’t fuck me in the ass.”
“Brad, that’s not what I was thinking,” I protested. “I like to look at you. You’re both beautiful to me. I just think you’d look sexier, that’s all.”
“Don’t worry, Brad,” Kerry said. “I don’t want to fuck you in your hairy ass. You’re not going to get your dick in mine either. I’ve been there and done that and I didn’t like it.”
“Who did you do it with? Kenjiro?” Brad said into the pillow.
“Yeah, did Arial tell you?”
“No, just guessed.”
“Kerry, I would never tell Brad about that !” I said. “I know how much it bothered you. I don’t tell Brad everything.”
“How was it?” Brad asked. He sat up, wiggled his arm around again, and smiled and nodded at Kerry.
“It was good when he was fucking me, damn good,” Kerry said. “I jacked off while he was fucking me and I thought I’d squirted my balls out through my dick, it was so good. It was just afterwards that it bothered me so bad. I felt like shit. I don’t ever want to do that again.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“Yeah and he felt the same way after we’d done it. We both just decided it wasn’t something we wanted to do. Don’t you say anything to him about me telling you.”
“I won’t. I’ve never done it but I came close with a friend when I was fifteen,” Brad said. “He’d suck me off and swallow it. I’d suck him off and spit it on his stomach. He wanted to fuck me and wanted me to fuck him but we never did. I used to fantasize about it, wondering what it was like.”
“The way I felt afterwards bothered me a lot,” Kerry said. “Kenjiro too. We still jack off together but that’s all we do.”
I suppose they both realized that I hadn’t been saying anything, just listening to them talk about fucking another guy and being fucked by him. I’d never been fucked in my backside by Brad but I sometimes thought about it and wondered what it would be like. Sometimes I had a fantasy of him and Kerry both doing me at the same time. I decided to shock them.
“Well, sometimes I wonder what it would be like for Brad to fuck me in my backside. I’ve even fantasized about both of you doing it at the same time.”
“You mean like a sandwich?” Brad said, a little incredulously.
“Yes, like a sandwich. One of you in my front door and one in my back door. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Brad’s never done it with you before, I mean fucked you in the ass?” Kerry asked, looking at me.
“No, he knows he can do it anytime he wants to. He knows I’m his, Kerry. He can do anything he wants to with me.”
“Well, why haven’t you done it?” Kerry asked, looking at Brad.
“I don’t know. Her pussy’s so good, I just haven’t gotten around to her ass, I suppose. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to hurt her. If I knew she’d enjoy it, maybe I’d do it.”
“I think you should do it,” Kerry said, grinning at me. “If you’re slow and easy with her, I’ll bet she would like it.”
“And what will I feel like after he’s done it?” I asked.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Kerry asked.
“Well, Kenjiro did it to you and you said you liked it but it just made you feel so bad afterwards and you told me you wished you’d never done it. I’ve got feelings too, you know. How am I going to feel after he’s done it to me?”
“You’re a girl, Arial,” Kerry said. “I’m a guy. It’s different.”
“I don’t see why. I’ll bet we could blindfold Brad and let him do it to you and to me and he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. You’d feel bad, like you’d done something wrong, and you’d expect me to feel good about it, like it was just something I should expect him to do. That doesn’t make sense, Kerry.”
Kerry looked at Brad for help. “Well, what do you think? Is she right?”
“Don’t ask me, Kerry,” Brad said. “I couldn’t let Alex do it to me. I don’t think I could even let you and I like you a lot more than I liked him. I don’t know anything except that I don’t ever want to ask her to do anything that she doesn’t want to do.”
“Well, I want you to do it to me, Brad, just not this weekend,” I said. “And I’m not going to quit fantasizing about both of you doing it to me at the same time.”
We were all silent for a while, just sitting there on the bed, Indian-fashion, in our underwear, looking at each other.
“Well, what do we do now?” Kerry asked. “If you want to bug-tussle by yourselves, I’ll get in the other bed and mangle my monster by myself.”
“Bug-tussle?” I said. I didn’t understand how two people making love could be like two bugs tussling.
“She’s never been a little boy, Kerry,” Brad said. “She wouldn’t know that little boys like to catch two beetles and get them to fight.”
“Well, Brad and I don’t want you doing it by yourself,” I said. “We want you to do something with us.”
“What?” Kerry asked.
TO BE CONTINUED:
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