"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
Kavan Stuart, Kathryn Stuart, Brad Weaver, Arial Weaver
(KAVAN)
On Saturday morning, I woke up about eight o’clock with a steel-pipe of a piss-hard and a bladder demanding to be emptied. I was spooned up to Kathryn with my dick between her legs nestled up against her pussy. I rose up and looked down at her. She had her bed buddy pulled up against her big belly with her leg thrown over it. She seemed to be sleeping like a log. I rolled out of the bed as gently as I could and tip-toed into the bathroom.
In the shower, I tried to piss but my hard-on didn’t want to cooperate. I stood there, leaning over with both hands against the wall with the water spraying down on my head, waiting for my dick to decide what it wanted to do. Finally it decided to yield to the insistent urge and I pissed and pissed and pissed and damn it was good. I stood there under the spray, eyes half closed, and watched my urine hitting the shower wall in front of me, all the while thinking about what I had done with Kathryn last night and what Brad and I were going to do with Arial and Kathryn tonight.
I was almost through showering when I saw Kathryn come in the bathroom. She sat down on the commode, her head hung low, while she peed. I assumed that she would want to bathe too so I waited until she opened the shower door and stepped in with me. She wrapped her arms around me and leaned as close to me as her big belly would allow. I turned both of us around so that the shower cascaded down on her back and head and then, when she finally stood up by herself and reached up to wipe her hair out of her face, I soaped up a wash cloth and bathed her.
While I was drying her off, I was thinking about the best way to handle what could be an uncomfortable situation. I knew Mom and Dad, and, I assumed, Kerry would stop by sometime during the day to check on us before they went to Luke’s and Rachael’s. I didn’t want anybody to cause any problems, not even the slightest.
“Did I ever tell you I love you?” I asked.
“Yes, but I don’t mind hearing it again,” she answered.
“I do, Kathryn,” I said as earnestly as I could. “I love you and I thank you for being my wife and for being the mother of our son and daughter.”
“I love you, too, Kavan,” she answered. “I like being married to you and being pregnant with Kiley and Kathleen. I’m ready for them to get out of me though.”
While I dried myself, I watched Kathryn through the bathroom door. She put on panties, little ones so they wouldn’t bind around her stomach, and then came back in the bathroom and put a panty liner in the crotch. I just smiled at her and she smiled back. I’d put a three-day load in her pussy last night and she probably still had most of it in her.
“Let’s go wake up Brad and Arial,” I suggested. “I want to talk with them this morning.”
“What about?”
“Mom and Dad and Kerry will be over here sometime this morning before they go play with the Bridges. I don’t want anybody teasing them or causing any problems about what they did. I just want to make sure we’re all singing the same song.”
She looked at me seriously. “That’s a good idea, Kavan. We can talk while we’re having breakfast.”
She grabbed a little robe from behind the bathroom door and put it on. I don’t know why. It always hung open because she didn’t want anything tight around her pregnant belly.
Luke’s and Arial’s bedroom door was closed but I opened it and stuck my head in. Since we’d grown accustomed to living with each other, we never worried much about privacy. I saw Brad’s head and shoulders but I didn’t see Arial’s. I glanced toward their bathroom. The door was open but I didn’t hear anyone inside so I knew she was still in bed with Brad.
I took Kathryn’s hand and we walked in quietly. Brad and Arial were facing toward each other but her head was lower down, under Brad’s chin, and the cover was pulled up almost over her. They were both sleeping soundly.
We stood there looking at them for a minute and then Kathryn lifted the cover and crawled in behind Brad. I went around to the other side of the bed, crawled in behind Arial, and moved up against her so that my dick was right in the crack of her ass, I mean, her fanny, since that’s what she always calls it.
“Good morning, Kathryn,” Brad said, sleepily.
“Good morning, Kavan,” Arial said, just as sleepily.
“Good morning,” Kathryn and I both said, as cheerfully as possible.
“Stop that, Kathryn,” Brad growled.
“What’s she doing?” Arial murmured.
“Brad’s got a biiiiggg piss hard,” Kathryn said. “He’s got to pee.”
“Arial doesn’t have one,” I said. “How do I know if she has to pee?”
“Put your hand under her belly and press,” Kathryn said. “She’ll let you know.”
“Don’t you dare, Kavan!” Arial said, drowsily. “I’ll kill you.”
“Pee! Pee! Pee! Pee!” Kathryn chanted.
“I’m going to kill you too, Kathryn,” Brad said. He threw the covers off, slid down to the foot of the bed, and bolted for the bathroom, his morning piss hard in his hand and pointing the way.
Arial was right behind him. “Let me go first, Brad!”
“I can’t,” he said, still holding his dick. “I’ve got to go bad!”
“Pee in the sink!” Arial squealed.
She pushed him aside, sat down on the commode, took a deep breath, and then started squirting. Brad glanced back in the bedroom at me and Kathryn watching and then smiled at us. He went over to the sink, bent his piss hard down, and started pissing in the sink.
Suddenly Arial farted in the commode, not a little lady-like fart; she emitted a veritable varoom of a fart. She looked up at Brad, saw Kathryn and me watching, and stuck her tongue out at us.
“I think my Princess pooted,” Brad whispered, and then started laughing. He choked off his pissing before he sprayed everything and stood there at the sink, holding his still-hard dick in one hand and leaning on the counter with the other, bent over in convulsions with laughter. He finally got back in control and finished peeing.
I didn’t want to laugh about my sister farting but there was no way I could help it. I suppose Kathryn felt the same way because she was holding her hands under her belly and trying not to laugh too hard.
Arial ignored us. She stood up, walked over to Brad, wrapped her arms around his waist, and nestled her head against the side of his throat. Brad wrapped his arms around her and they stood there with their eyes closed holding each other as close as her pregnant tummy would allow.
I took Kathryn’s hand and we left them to their embrace. It was time for us to go downstairs and start breakfast. Brad and Arial were up.
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(BRAD)
It was my turn to cook Saturday morning breakfast for the four of us so I put on my green, white, and red Italian apron with “Baci Il Cuoco” on the front. Arial or Kathryn usually had some remark to make about me showing my ass with it on but I didn’t care. I was frying sausage patties to go with the pancakes and I wasn’t about to get splatter burns on my family jewels.
Kavan was grinding some beans to make coffee for us. Arial and Kathryn had sworn off anything except decaf so he had to make two pots, one for them and one regular for me and him. He finally got through grinding the beans and started talking again.
“I think Mom and Dad and Kerry will probably come over here to check on us before they go play with the Bridges,” he said. “I want us all to be very careful not to cause any problems, especially with Mom. I know we like to tease Kerry but let’s just be as nice as we can to all of them. OK? Let’s make sure we’re all singing the same song.”
I recognized that he was in his version of father mode. After living with him and Kathryn for so long, I knew him better than I’d ever known any other man. Arial and I seldom had any problems living with them and when we did, I usually deferred to him. He was probably the most level-headed guy I’d ever known. He was certainly my best friend.
I had also been thinking about what to say when they came over here. Kavan and I had promised Kieran not to tease Kerry about what he had done with his mother. I didn’t want to do or say anything that would cause Siobhan to feel bad. I suppose she was more of a mother to me than my real one and I probably loved her more than my real mother. However, I’d never fantasized about doing with my real mother what Kerry had done with her.
I put a plate of pancakes and another of sausage between Arial and Kathryn and then poured some more pancakes. Kavan poured glasses of orange juice and milk. I was thinking about whether I would really make love with Siobhan instead of fantasizing about it. Would Siobhan let me do it? Would Arial really let me do it with her mother? I honestly didn’t know the answer to either question.
“Kavan’s right,” I said, looking at Arial. She was always teasing Kerry about something. “He and I promised Kieran we wouldn’t tease him or Kerry. We all need to be nice to the three of them.”
Arial and Kathryn were sitting at the bar where we ate almost all our meals. They both had on loose white robes, hanging open, but Kathryn had on little white panties too. I could tell there was a sanitary napkin in her panties so I guessed that Kavan had decided not to wait until tonight to start loving Kathryn. Of course, I hadn’t waited either. I’d licked Arial’s pussy until she had a good orgasm and tried to pull all the hair out of my head. Maybe it was more like her loving me. She had jacked me off and then given me a blow-job so my semen was in her tummy instead of her pussy.
“Well, if we can’t tease Dad or Kerry about it, I’m certainly not going to tease Mom,” Arial said. “I’m just glad she finally got her turn with him. What do you suggest we say?”
“Just say ‘Have a pleasant evening’ and smile,” I suggested. “We all know what they’re going to do. I don’t think it’s that unusual after what we’ve all done. Why make a big deal about it?”
“Couldn’t I tease Kerry just a tiny little bit?” questioned Arial, looking at me and grinning.
“I’ll spank your little butt if you do,” I said. “I’ll spank it ‘til it’s nice and red and you’re crying and then I’ll make love to you.”
“Please do, Daddy,” Arial said, in a little girl’s voice.
Kavan poured four cups of coffee and stood listening. I could tell he was thinking about something.
“Be serious, Arial,” Kathryn said. “I think the guys are right. We know what they’re going to do. Let’s all just be on our best behavior, especially with Siobhan.”
“Ok, but will you guys just tell me one thing?” Arial asked. “Have either of you fantasized about making love to Mom?”
I looked at Kavan. I didn’t know about him but I knew I’d fantasized about doing it with Siobhan for years.
“I have,” I said being honest. “But I’ve never tried to get her to do it with me it. She’s more like a mother to me, more than my real mom.”
“I have too,” Kavan said. “Shit, I’m like Kerry. I’ve fantasized about making love to lots of women. Dad says that’s normal and I think it is too. I’m not ashamed of it.”
“Have you ever thought about you two getting together and making love to Mom at the same time?” Arial asked. She bent over her two pancakes and started cutting them up. “Pass the pancake syrup, please,” she said without looking up.
I passed her the syrup and then looked at Kavan. I hadn’t thought of that. Together? It sounded like something that might be lots of fun. I chose not to incriminate myself by answering and neither did Kavan. I suppose our grins were evidence enough.
“Have either of you thought about what Arial and I might be doing with Kieran while you two are getting it on with Siobhan?” Kathryn asked. She started eating too and just sat there chewing and waiting for our answers.
Kavan and I both looked at her. The two of them? Together? With Kieran? I hadn’t thought anything about it. I never expected it to happen.
“What do you mean?” Kavan asked.
“What’s sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose,” Kathryn said. “Is that the way it goes? I mean Arial and I might just like to get it on with Kieran.”
“Now?” I said like a dummy. “You mean while you’re pregnant?”
“Of course not, Silly,” Arial said. “I mean sometime after we get out of baby-making mode. I mean…I didn’t say we wanted to do it with Dad. I was just wondering what you’d think.”
“Yeah, like on their silver wedding anniversary,” Kathryn said. “That’s coming up soon. You two could give Siobhan a present while Arial and I give Kieran one.”
We all looked at each other grinning. It was a quite a fantasy, I suppose. I had never thought of it. I wondered if we would really do it.
“I don’t know if Dad would be OK with you two jumping his boner, I mean, his bones,” Kavan said, then looked at me. “Do you and Arial know what Dad did not long after Kathryn came back from New York with me?”
“I suppose I don’t,” I said, looking at Arial. “Do you know what he’s talking about.”
“No,” Arial said. “What happened?”
“About a month after Kathryn came back from New York with me, Dad asked me and Kathryn to go for a walk with him, you know, like we do sometimes when we’ve got something important to talk about,” Kavan said. “While we were sitting at the picnic table at the crest of the hill, Dad apologized to me and Kathryn. He said he never should have had sex with Kathryn. He said he loved us and wanted us to be happy together. He said he was sorry if he had hurt our relationship by doing it with her and he wanted us to forgive him.”
“Arial, I wish you could have been there,” Kathryn said. “You’d have been proud of your father. He had tears in his eyes and he had a hard time talking to us. I told him he wasn’t responsible for me and Kavan almost breaking up. Kavan told him the same thing.”
“Why did he think he was responsible?” Arial asked. “We were all kind of wild and stupid that night. I told Brad about it and you know what he said.”
I answered for Arial. “Yeah, I said it again. This Stuart family’s going to take some getting used to.”
“He thought Kavan had been jealous of him having sex with me,” Kathryn said. “He thought that was part of what made us almost split up.”
“Well, was it?” Arial asked.
“No, it wasn’t,” Kavan said. “I told him it wasn’t. He said he’d always believed it was and he wasn’t ever going to have sex with Kathryn again. That’s why I think your anniversary plans won’t work.”
“I’ll bet it would work if all four of us went to them together and told them what we wanted to do,” Kathryn said. “We’re all adults now and they’ve got to let us be responsible for our actions.”
“I still think it’s a nice fantasy,” Arial said. “If the four of us agree, then I don’t see why they’d tell us no. We all know they like sex just as much as we do.”
“Let’s quit dreaming about that and get back to reality,” Kavan said, looking at me. “Are you and Arial OK with us getting together tonight? Kathryn says she is. I thought we might start by bathing you and shaving your legs. Maybe I’ll let Brad shave Kathryn’s and I’ll shave Arial’s. Do either of you have any problem with swapping a little bit?”
Arial looked at Kathryn and they both broke out in big grins.
“Oh, I don’t think we’ll mind swapping while you guys…shave our legs,” she said. “Do you, Kathryn?”
“No, I guess not,” she said. “I’ll even let Brad…bathe me.”
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(ARIAL)
After lunch, Kavan and Brad wanted to do some yard work, repairing one of the paths we’d made before we moved into the new house. They went upstairs, came back down in old sneakers, shorts, and sweatbands, and went down the stairs to the basement.
Kathryn and I decided to watch a movie together. It had been a while since I’d seen Shakespeare in Love so I suggested that one. Kathryn approved so we sprawled out in our recliners. I liked being able to rest for an hour or so after lunch and I suppose Kathryn did too. The double doors leading out to the deck were open and I occasionally heard Brad and Kavan talking.
The deck off the great room was cantilevered out from the house and was overhung by the deck for the bedrooms above. We’d realized soon after we moved in that the bottom deck would be a lot more usable if it was enclosed so our four guys had screened it.
The movie was almost over when we heard Brad yelling. I left Kathryn watching, went out on the deck, and looked through the screen. Brad and Kavan were working on the path just downhill from the house. They were using big pry bars to move rocks again. They still had on sneakers and sweat bands but their shorts seemed to have disappeared. I watched for a minute and then decided I’d better invite Kathryn to watch the show.
I stuck my head back in the great room and told Kathryn to come look. She heaved herself out of her recliner and waddled out on the deck with me. We stood and watched our men working, in just sneakers and sweat bands, and forgot all about the movie.
“When our four guys were first making the paths around the house, they had on sneakers and shorts and sweatbands,” I said. “Did I ever tell you about it?”
“I don’t think so,” Kathryn answered. “That was while I was in New York, wasn’t it?”
“Uh, huh,” I answered, looking at our two guys bent over, showing their butts.
“And Siobhan was pregnant with Alana?”
“Yeah,” I said. We watched Brad straighten up and scratch his balls and then Kavan did the same thing. I wondered why ball scratching seemed to be contagious. Men are so funny.
“Yeah, they got all sweaty moving rocks and stuff and Mom and I were watching them and wishing they’d lose their shorts. We were talking about how sexy they were. She said she’d had fantasies about all four of them more than once. I told her how I’d almost raped poor Brad one night while fantasizing about Kavan and Kerry.
“Well, I’m having a fantasy about what we’re going to do tonight,” Kathryn said. “Are you going to tell me what caused you to have one about Kavan and Kerry and then take it out on poor Brad? I feel so sorry for him, almost being raped.”
I told her how I’d gone downstairs to turn off the television and had seen Kavan and Kerry in bed naked and how Kavan had a big hard-on standing up over his stomach and Kerry’s dick was almost as hard and almost as big. I started wishing they’d wake up and pull me in the bed with them and both fuck me. Then I went back upstairs to Brad and woke him up by sucking his dick and then he’d fucked me and I wasn’t satisfied so I’d got him hard again and then I’d ridden him until I got mine.
“I love riding Kavan like that, with his big dick stuck all the way up in me and I just wiggle around on it until I come,” Kathryn said.
We both giggled and then we stood there watching our two naked men while I told her about that Saturday afternoon, how Mom and I had watched our four men working and she had told me she had fantasies about having sex with Kavan and Kerry and Brad. I didn’t tell Kathryn what Kavan did with Kiki that night. I knew Kavan had told her about Kiki but I didn’t know how much he had told her.
The guys started back uphill, lugging all their tools. I knew they were coming back into the house through the basement and up the stairs. The movie was over but I didn’t care if I’d missed part of it. Kathryn and I had enjoyed a better show.
“Do you really think we could help Mom realize her fantasy?” I asked. “I know Brad would like to make love to her. Do you think Kavan would do it too, you know, both of them at the same time.”
“I think we could convince him,” Kathryn said, “especially if you and I are busy with Kieran. He may think he’s never going to make love to me again but I think he just might. Are you sure you really want to do it with your Dad?”
“Yeah, just once, me and you together,” I replied. “We’ll give him something to remember for the rest of his life.”
“Are we just being silly, Arial?” Kathryn asked. “Here we are, two fat pregnant women, dreaming about making love with your father. You’ve never done it with him before.”
“I know,” I answered. “I’d like to though, just once.”
“Well, I don’t know about you but I’m going to get fucked tonight,” Kathryn said. “Do you really want to swap husbands with me?”
“Uh, huh, but I want to get fucked twice. Do you think they’ll be able to get it up twice?”
“I think we might able to help them,” Kathryn said, giggling. “Do you want Brad first or would you prefer Kavan?”
“I don’t care,” I answered, giggling too. “Either way they’re going to get sloppy seconds, aren’t they?”
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(KATHRYN)
When Kavan and Brad came up the stairs from the basement, Arial and I were both in the kitchen drinking our third glass of milk for the day. They came up the stairs with nothing on but sneakers, still dripping with sweat, both covered in dirt except where the sweat had washed it away. They were also about as masculine sexy as possible, with their balls hanging down halfway to their knees and their dicks swinging like pendulums.
Kavan grabbed the milk jug, turned it up, drank thirstily, and then handed it to Brad. He chug-a-lugged the rest of it, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and gave a deep sigh.
“What happened to your shorts?” Arial asked. “That old woman on the next ridge was probably out bird-watching with her binoculars again.”
“Shit, I don’t care if she sees my red-headed woodpecker,” Kavan said.
“We sweated through them,” Brad said. “Kavan took his off so I just followed his example. I like being naked when I’m working outdoors. It’s something the Stuart family taught me.”
“Brad dared me to do it,” Kavan said.
“Did not!” Brad exclaimed, just like a little boy with his brother.
“Did too!” Kavan said, and made a face at Brad, just like another little boy.
“Arial, would you fix me a big glass of iced tea,” Brad asked. He stuck his tongue out at Kavan. “I’m too dirty to touch anything.”
“Yeah, fix two while you’re at it,” Kavan said, and showed Brad his finger.
Arial and I just stood still looking at them. “Are you two little boys through?”
They both grinned and nodded to her.
She dug two big cups out of the plastic drawer, filled them with ice, and then opened the refrigerator.
“Do you want sweetened or unsweetened?” she asked.
“Unsweetened,” Brad said, and then changed his mind. “No, wait, I could use some energy. Make it sweetened.”
“Me too, and fill the cups all the way up with ice.” Kavan said.
I filled the cups with ice and Arial poured their tea and then we watched while they drank and drank and drank. I didn’t see how they could hold so much but they did. When they’d drained the last, Kavan gave a big sigh of satisfaction and then looked at us.
“We’re going take a shower and then rest a few minutes,” he said. “Do you ladies have anything planned for the rest of the afternoon?”
“No, nothing much,” Arial answered. “We thought we might leave it up to you guys to think of something.”
“Well, just hang loose,” Brad said. “We’ll be back down in about thirty minutes and maybe we’ll do something together.”
Arial and I crawled back in our recliners and turned the TV on. She gave me the remote and I started flipping. About thirty minutes later, I heard them come down the stairs and walk across the floor behind our chairs. They didn’t say anything; they just walked around so they stood between us and the TV. I used the remote to turn off the TV and then looked at them.
They were both squeaky clean, freshly shaved, with their hair neatly combed. Both were naked except for one thing. Each had on a black tuxedo bow tie. Each also each had an erect penis standing straight out from his body. It was the second time I’d seen them like that. The first time was after the opera.
“I thought you returned your bow ties when you returned your tuxedos,” I said. “It’s been what…a year and a half since the opera? Why have you kept them?”
“We both returned our tux,” Brad said. “Kavan said he wanted to keep his bow tie so he could remember that night. I decided I’d keep mine too.”
“Yeah, that night was worth remembering and I don’t mean the opera,” Kavan said, grinning.
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(KAVAN)
We were just finishing dinner on a Friday night when Mom and Dad laid it on us. They surprised us with tickets to the opera, four seats in the dress circle of the balcony, the most expensive in the house. They were for the Friday night opening performance of Carmen. Dad also gave me a card from Regal Formal Wear, good for two tuxedo rentals. Mom gave Kathryn and Arial another card. I showed them the card for me and Brad and I looked at theirs. Theirs was good for rental of two formal gowns at the same place. We were all speechless.
“I don’t guess there’s any way we can turn you down, is there?” I finally managed to ask.
Dad was adamant. “Nope, it’s a done deal. You four are going to occupy those seats next week. You’re going to see me and Kerry dressed up like Spanish soldiers and you’re going to hear Jack Coleman singing in the chorus. You’re going to get cultured, whether you want to or not.”
Mom was on his side. “Kavan, those are our seats you’ll be sitting in, ours and Lauren’s and Jack’s. Lauren and I are helping with costume changes. Jack has a small role as a bandit where he actually sings by himself and he’s in the chorus the rest of the time. Kerry will be a Spanish soldier first and a bandit later. Your Dad will be a Spanish sergeant and will sing in the chorus. You four are going to enjoy the opera. Carmen’s a great intro to opera for you.”
“Who’s going to take care of Alannah?” I asked.
“She’s spending the night with Stuart and Joanne,” Mom said. “She’s all excited about it. She and Kieran Lee have already been making plans on what they’re going to do.”
“Damn, there goes another good excuse,” Brad said.
Kerry was on their side as well. “You are all going to love it. I thought I’d hate it when Dad asked me to be a soldier. It’s got some really great music in it and the best part is when Carmen gets stabbed.”
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We did love it. Well, maybe I didn’t exactly love it but I’ll admit I liked it.
The four of us decided that we’d dress the way Mom and Dad wanted us to and try to be as elegant as we possibly could.
Brad and I wore matching black tuxedos with white shirts and not a touch of color anywhere except for the cummerbunds. I wore a dark red one which Kathryn said matched my hair. Brad wore a blue one which Arial said matched his underwear.
Arial and Kathryn wore nearly-identical long gowns which showed the tops of their breasts almost down to their nipples and then had a shawl on their shoulders in case they wanted to cover up. Arial’s gown was ivory colored and Kathryn’s was rose. The gowns were cinched in just under their breasts and were loose and flowing below. They both wore cloaks, yeah, cloaks, black ones which covered them from the neck down and even had a hood. I thought they were crazy but, when Brad and I removed their cloaks in the lobby of the theatre, everybody was looking at us. I felt like a red-headed penguin going up the stairs to the balcony but I managed to act dignified. I knew Brad was as ill at ease as I was but he managed to hide it too. At least I had the most beautiful girl in the world on my arm. Maybe Brad’s girl was just as beautiful. I wouldn’t want to argue the point.
After the opera, we were invited to a reception for the cast. We didn’t think we’d know anybody at the reception but we were wrong. We saw Mr. and Mrs. Jack Coleman, otherwise known as Mr. Jack and Ms. Lauren, talking to Dr. and Mrs. Weaver, Brad’s dad and his wife Genie. I didn’t feel so out-of-place when I saw them. Both the guys had on tuxedos and the ladies had on long gowns like Arial and Kathryn, except not so sexy. Then Mom and Dad and Kerry showed up, dressed the same way. I had seen Dad in a tux before but I almost didn’t recognize Kerry in one. He was really handsome in it but I guess all of us guys were. Mom and Ms. Lauren and Genie were elegant in their gowns but Arial and Kathryn were beautiful and sexy, especially sexy.
Kerry was holding some long-stemmed roses in his hand and he gave one to Mom, one to Ms. Lauren, one to Genie, then one to Arial, and another to Kathryn.
“Carmen had too many presented to her when the opera was over,” he said. “I asked her if I could have a few for some beautiful ladies.”
There were lots of people in long gowns and tuxedos but there were also lots of people dressed in ordinary clothes. There was a photographer taking pictures for the opera and Dad got him to take some of all of us. Then a day later I saw our pictures plastered all over the Living section of the newspaper and there was an article, about half as big as the review of the opera, about how we were dressed. I didn’t find out until months later that Dad had arranged the whole thing at the opera company’s request. They wanted to use the pictures of us in their opera brochure for the next season.
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We finally got home from the opera and reception just before one o’clock in the morning. I don’t think any of us were ready for sleep. We didn’t want the magic to end. At the front door, I knew it was time to begin the scenario that Brad and I had planned.
“Come on, Brad,” I said. “Let’s use the bathroom down here. We’ll let the ladies use the bathrooms upstairs.”
We had all stood in line at the opera to pee during the second intermission. The ladies’ line was out the restroom door and I was afraid that Kathryn and Arial wouldn’t get to pee before the intermission was over. The gentlemen’s line was shorter and Brad and I peed and then waited on them. We made it back to our seats just as the lights dimmed.
“Well, we’re going to get out of these gowns before we pee,” Arial said. “Then we’re going to take a quick shower. Come on up when you’re through. We’ll both be in our bedroom.”
We watched Arial and Kathryn as they went up the stairs to our bedrooms and then started getting out of our tuxedos. We both stripped down to skin and then put on one thing we’d just taken off – the bow ties.
“How do I look?” Brad asked.
“Like a waiter in a nudist restaurant,” I answered. “You didn’t tell Arial, did you?”
“Nope, Do you think they suspect anything?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered. “Are you sure you and Arial are OK with us swapping.”
“Yeah! We’ve talked it over,” he said. “We’re both ready to try to be like you and Kathryn, you know, like you two swapping with Stuart and Joanne. Are you sure you and Kathryn are OK with it?”
“Yeah, we’re OK. She said it was about time you two had a little fun with somebody else. Stuart and Joanne will be glad to issue you an invitation any time. Luke and Rachael have said more than once they’d like for you and Arial to play with them. I think you can take your pick of either couple for starters. Maybe we’ll even swap with you again.”
“Are you sure you want to make love with your sister?” Brad asked. “And are you sure you don’t mind me making love with Kathryn?”
“I’m sure,” I said. “You know we’re not going to steal each other’s wives. They’re already talking about babies and you’re going to have to do the deed with Arial and I’ll do it with Kathryn.”
“You’re not mad or hurt because we started with Kerry, are you?” he asked.
“Naah, he’s not but fifteen and he’s not getting any right now as far as I know,” I said. “Anyway, I know how close he and Arial are. I’ve never been jealous of their relationship.”
“Are you sure you can keep it up for Arial?” he teased.
“What do you mean?” I asked in return.
“Well, I know Kieran let you and Kerry fool around with her while you were growing up as long as you didn’t try to get your dick in her pussy. Do you think you can do it now?”
“Do you think you can do it with Kathryn? I’ll warn you, she can be a ball buster at times. She may just eat you alive.”
“Well, at least I’ll die happy. Do you want to surprise them with hard-ons?” he asked. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his dick. It looked like it was just about ready to stand up.
“Yeah, I like that idea,” I said, and walked over directly in front of him. I pushed his hand off his dick, wrapped my hand around it, and started stroking it. He just stood there grinning at me.
“Well, damn, Brad, can’t you return the favor?” I said.
“I can do better than that,” he said.
He moved closer to me and then reached down and pulled my dick up until it was underneath his. He started sliding his hand slowly back and forth, jacking both of us at once. We stood there, foreheads touching, and watched. Within a minute or so, we were both fully erect
“Brad, do you trust me?” I asked.
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“Because Kathryn and I want to teach you and Arial something new, something I don’t think you’ve ever done before.”
“I trust you. You and Kathryn know what we like,” he said. “No S and M. No anal sex. I imagine anything else will be OK with us.”
“Well, come on, let’s go upstairs. You’re about to get an education in more ways than one.”
We went up the stairs and turned toward their bedroom, his and Arial’s. The door was partially closed and when we pushed it open, we were the ones who were surprised.
Arial and Kathryn were lying on their king-size bed, side by side. They were both naked except for the shawls they had worn to the opera. The shawls were not over their shoulders; they were draped across their hips. The crowning touches were the long-stemmed roses. They both had the stem of a rose clenched in their teeth.
I crawled on the bed, straddled Kathryn, and took the shawl off her hips and the rose out of her teeth. I stripped the bud from the stem, crumpled the bud in my hands, and then let the petals fall on her stomach and between her legs. When I looked to the side, Brad was straddling Arial and following my example. I looked down at Kathryn, red rose petals on her stomach and her dark pubic hair, and silently mouthed the words, “I love you, Kathryn.” She smiled at me and mouthed the words, “I love you too, Kavan.”
“I love you, Arial Weaver,” Brad said out load. “I’ll even say it loud enough for the whole world to hear me.”
“I love you too, Brad Weaver,” she answered. “I don’t care if the whole world hears it as long as I do.”
I moved back down on the bed, gently kneed Kathryn’s legs apart, flopped on my belly between them, and raised and spread them. I kissed and licked my way up the inside of one thigh and then the other and then rubbed my face between her legs. I glanced up long enough to see that she was smiling down at me and then I used my thumbs to stretch her pussy wide open. I brought my face against it and licked her from her just above her brown pucker all the way to her belly button, including her rose petals. I heard her suck in her breath and hold it so I did it again. And again. Then I glanced at Brad and Arial long enough to see that he was doing the same thing to her. I quit thinking about them and surrendered to the sight and smell and taste of Kathryn’s cunt.
After a couple of minutes, I remembered we were going to swap. I straightened up, touched Brad on the shoulder, and pointed at Kathryn. He grinned at me and we swapped partners. I pushed Arial’s legs up and apart until her wet pussy was grinning at me and then licked her from just above her pink pucker to her little belly button. She smelled and tasted a little different from Kathryn but it was still the unbelievably cock-hardening smell and taste of cunt. I shut my eyes and kept on licking her.
“Brad, don’t make me come yet, please,” I heard Kathryn plead. “Let me and Arial do you guys for a while, OK?”
I lifted my head and looked to the side. Brad looked like his face had grown attached to Kathryn’s pussy. I didn’t know what he was doing but, when I glanced up at Kathryn’s face, it was clear she loved it. I tapped him on the shoulder and he straightened up and looked at me.
“Whassup?” he said. His nose and lips and chin were wet and shining.
Before I could answer him, Kathryn rolled over toward Arial and whispered something in her ear. Arial immediately started giggling and so did Kathryn.
“What’s so funny?” Brad asked.
Arial stopped giggling long enough to tell us. “She said if Don Jose had known how to use his tongue like Brad, Carmen would have been his forever.”
“Well, I want to see if Kathryn and I can teach you two something,” I said. I looked at Kathryn and then continued. “Do you remember what we taught Stuart and Joanne at the cabin? I’d like to teach Brad and Arial the same thing.”
“You don’t think they already know how to do it?” she questioned, grinning.
“Maybe they know how but I don’t think they’ve ever done it,” I said. “When they told us what they did with Kerry when they went to Atlanta, they didn’t mention it. I don’t think they know about it.”
“OK, but how can we tie him down?” she asked.
Brad gave me a look that told me that wasn’t about to happen. Arial just looked puzzled.
“We don’t need to,” I said. “Just let him get in the middle of the bed and close his eyes. He can pretend he’s tied down.”
“What are you two talking about?” Brad asked.
“It’s something you’re going to like, Brad,” Kathryn answered him.
“Yeah, and then we’re going to do something Arial will like,” I said, looking at Kathryn.
“Like?” Kathryn giggled. “She’s going to love it.”
“Are you sure you trust me, Brad?” I asked.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Then get in the middle of the bed, on your back, legs spread a little, hands on your stomach, eyes closed. Pretend you’re tied down and blindfolded.”
When he was settled, Kathryn immediately straddled one of his legs, with her butt just below his knee, and motioned for Arial to sit on the other leg. As soon as Arial was in place, Kathryn leaned over, held Brad’s dick up straight, and wrapped her lips around it. While she was sucking on the head, she held his dick in one hand and played with his hairy balls with the other. When she slid her lips up and down on his dick, she did it slow and easy, just enough to keep him hot and wanting but not enough to make him come., Through it all, Brad just lay there with his eyes closed, his hands on his stomach, and a big smile on his face.
After a minute or so, I crawled up between Brad’s legs on my knees, put my hand on Arial’s back, and pointed at Brad. She understood. She touched Kathryn on the shoulder and, when she straightened up, Arial leaned over and started slowly and gently sucking his dick, just like Kathryn had been doing.
A minute or so later, I touched her on the shoulder and she straightened up and looked at Kathryn. I suppose she thought that Kathryn was going to take another turn. I took Kathryn’s hand in mine and put it on Brad’s dick, so he’d feel a woman’s hand on it. Then I leaned over and took a turn sucking his dick. I was just as easy and gentle as Arial and Kathryn had been. I didn’t want Brad to come, especially not in my mouth.
When I stopped and motioned for Kathryn to take a turn, Arial was looking at me like she couldn’t believe what I’d done. I suppose she was surprised because I’d never done that with Brad before. We rotated around a couple of times and then I decided it was time to let Brad in on what had been happening.
“Brad, open your eyes,” I said. I waited until he lifted his head off the pillow and looked at the three of us, Arial and Kathryn still sitting on his legs and me kneeling between them.
“Brad, who’s been sucking your dick?” I asked.
He looked puzzled. “Arial and Kathryn?”
“Who’s in the bed with you?” Kathryn asked.
“You and Arial and Kavan,” he answered and then looked directly at me.
“Have you been doing it too?” he asked, with a serious look on his face.
I nodded. He looked at Arial and she grinned and nodded. He looked at Kathryn and she grinned and nodded. He looked back at me and then slowly smiled like he had known all along that I was sucking his cock too.
“Did you know I was doing it too?” I asked.
“Yeah, I knew. I’m not stupid, you know. I figured something was up when you wanted me to pretend I was blindfolded,” he said. “I didn’t have my eyes closed all the way. I watched you doing it. You’re just as good as Kathryn and Arial.”
Arial and Kathryn both started giggling. I felt a little foolish. I said the only thing I could think of to say, “Damn,”
“Are you ready to let me and Arial and Kathryn do you?” Brad asked.
“Yeah, but are you sure you want to suck my dick?” I asked. “It might make you turn queer.”
“Shit, Kavan, I’m not worried about that,” he said. “The day you turn me on like Arial does is the day I’ll worry about it. Kerry and I do it to each other sometimes when he plays with me and Arial. We all know it hasn’t made him gay and it sure as hell hasn’t made me that way.”
“Well, there’s a reason why I did it,” I said. “You three can do it to me and then Kathryn and I want to show you something. Arial is going to love it. But you can’t do it if you’ve got hang-ups about getting your mouth on another guy’s dick.
As soon as I was in the middle of the bed, Arial straddled one of my legs, Kathryn sat on the other, and Brad knee-walked up between my legs. I put my hands behind my head, kept my eyes open to watch, and let the three of them do me. I suppose when a guy has a hard-on, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a man or a woman sucking his dick. I didn’t really care. It was damn good no matter who was doing it. After a few minutes, when they’d all had a couple of turns, I sat up and stopped them.
“Brad, are you and Arial ready for something new?” I asked.
Brad looked at Arial and she nodded. “She says she’s ready so I guess we are. That’s why we’re here tonight, to play with you two and maybe learn something new.”
“OK, now remember, we want to show you and Arial something where you’ve got to be OK with getting your mouth on another guy’s dick. Arial will enjoy it more than you but you’ll like it too. After we do you and Arial, the two of you can do me and Kathryn, OK?”
At my instructions, Brad got in the center of the bed, close to the foot, with his legs bent and spread, and his feet on the floor. I stuffed a pillow under his head and then held out my hand to Arial. She looked at me like she didn’t understand what I wanted her to do.
“Straddle Brad,” I said. “Kneel over his dick so your calves are next to his waist. When you’ve got his dick in your pussy, lean back and hold on to your ankles.”
Arial started to straddle Brad with her face toward his but Kathryn made her turn the other way, toward the foot of the bed. When Arial was settled on Brad’s dick, I threw a pillow down on the floor at the foot of the bed and got down on my knees. Brad’s dick was about half buried in Arial’s pussy and his balls were hanging low between his legs. Arial’s pussy was stretched tight around his dick and, at the top, I saw her little clit just peeking out from under its hood.
“Let me go first, Kavan,” Kathryn said. “I want to suck Brad’s hairy balls.”
I moved over to one side and let her get in place. “Just don’t get his hair in your teeth,” I said.
I suppose she wanted to give Brad a thrill first. She had trouble doing it but she slowly sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She gently tugged on it, released it, and then repeated the performance with the other. Next she licked one of his balls, then up on the shaft of his dick and, at the same time, the lips of Arial’s pussy, all the way up to her clit. I heard a hissed intake of breath from Arial and a groan from Brad. Then she licked his other ball, up to where Arial’s labia were stretched around his dick, and all the way to her clit again. I knew from doing it with Kathryn and Joanne how a woman felt when she had a big dick stretching her pussy and a tongue licking her clit at the same time. They both said it made them have the most intense orgasms ever.
I leaned over to Kathryn and whispered to her, “Don’t lick her clit. We don’t want her to come yet. You get her hot and wanting it. Then let me do it and I’ll give her a really big O.”
“OK,” she whispered back. “Are you going to stuff me and let Brad and Arial have their turn?”
“Yeah, that’s the idea,” I whispered.
“Brad, don’t just lay there like you’re dead,” I said out loud. “You’re such a fuck up; maybe you could wiggle your ass and move your dick in and out of Arial a little. Just be slow and easy.”
“Yes, sir,” Brad said. “I’m not dead yet,” imitating the guy in Monty Python. He started moving, gently fucking up into Arial.
I let Kathryn play a little longer while I watched Arial’s face and breathing and tried to judge when she was about to come. When I saw her smile start turning into a grimace, I thought she was on the verge so I pulled Kathryn away from her.
I got between Brad’s legs and leaned over with my face inches away from where the two of them were joined together. Brad was still flexing his pelvis and slowly fucking upward into Arial’s pussy. I watched for a little while, without doing anything except blowing my breath at Arial’s clit. I wanted her to cool off a little so I could get her all hot again and then make her go off like she was having a seizure.
After a minute or so, I started licking where the two of them were joined: Brad’s balls, the shaft of his dick, and the lips of Arial’s pussy. Each time I stopped tantalizingly close to Arial’s clit. Finally, I licked up one more time, to her clitoris this time, and fastened my lips on it. I tried to suck it into my mouth and then I licked it as hard as I could. She responded like a wildcat, grabbed me by my hair, and pulled me so tightly against her that my nose was buried in her pubic hair. I kept my mouth on her clit and kept sucking on it while she whined and groaned and carried on like she was dying.
After a minute or so of just sitting on Brad, unwinding from coming, Arial rolled off him, crawled up on the bed, flopped face down in a pillow, and said, “I’m dead.” Brad moved up beside her, flopped down on his back, and said, “I’m not dead yet.” His dick was hovering over his stomach, all red and shining. He looked like a man who was very much alive and ready for some serious fucking.
“Kavan, get in the bed beside Brad,” Kathryn said. “Let me keep you and Brad entertained until he and Arial are ready to return the favor,”
I stretched out next to Brad and looked at my dick and then at his. Mine was just as bone-hard as his and was standing up a few inches over my stomach. I knew I was ready for some serious fucking too but I was determined to hold back until Brad and Arial ate Kathryn’s stuffed pussy. I made up my mind that as soon as Kathryn got her big O, I was going to have my dick in Arial’s pussy for the first time in my life.
“Remember, Brad,” I said, quoting from Monty Python. “Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great, if a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate.”
Kathryn looked at me like I’d lost my mind. Arial lifted her head and looked at me with just as much puzzlement.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, “What I should have said is: Don’t waste your sperm in Kathryn’s mouth. You’ve got to deposit them in Arial’s pussy, right up there at her cervix, so they think they can get to her egg.”
“That’s OK, Kavan,” Brad said, and quoted from the chorus again. “Every sperm is wanted, every sperm is good, every sperm is needed in your neighborhood.”
Arial and Kathryn were still looking at us like we’d lost it. I just said “Monty Python” and they understood.
One Saturday afternoon last winter, while Mom and the girls were shopping, Brad and Kerry and I had talked Dad into watching Monty Python’s “The Meaning of Life” with us. We’d all agreed it was one of the best movies we’d ever seen.
“We’re in agreement then,” I continued. “We’ve got to deposit our sperm in their pussies, not in their mouths, not on their breasts or bellies or anywhere except in their pussies.”
“OK, I agree. Can I squirt mine in Kathryn?” Brad asked.
“Yeah, and I’m going to deposit a big load in Arial,” I said.
“You hear that, Arial?” Brad turned his head and said in her direction. “Kavan wants to squirt a little semen on your cervix. Is that alright with you?”
“I’m dead,” she whispered, still unmoving. “I can’t stop him.”
TO BE CONTINUED:
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