THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Six

As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man.


CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 34 in story, 13 in flashback; Siobhan Stuart, 33 in story; Kavan Stuart, 7 in story; Arial Stuart, 5 in story; Kerry Stuart, 9 months in story; Allison_____, 13 in flashback

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart

(KIERAN)

After Siobhan told me about Jason, I did what any thirteen-year old boy would want to do. Once was not enough. Twice was not enough. I still wanted her but my dick told me to let it rest for the night. That didnt stop me from wanting her.

Kieran, would you get me a wash cloth and a towel?

I knew what she wanted. Id done it often enough. I tiptoed to the bathroom, peed, wet a cloth, and wiped the sweat off my face and underarms and chest and then wiped the mixture of stuff off my dick. I wet another cloth and carried it and a towel back to Siobhan. She wiped the sweat off her face and body, wiped between her legs, handed me the cloth, and I handed her the towel. I threw the cloth toward the bathroom and she tucked the towel between her legs. I lay down and she turned her back to me so I could spoon up to her.

Now tell me a story, she said when we were settled. I told you about me and Jason when I was thirteen. I want you to tell me about you and the first girl you ever fooled around with.

What? Dreams, fantasies, the real thing? And why didnt you go to the bathroom? Dont you have to pee?

Yes but Im too lazy to get up now. Ill go after a while. Now come on, tell me the story.

There was an incident when I was thirteen. Are you sure you want to hear this tonight?

Yes, just dont let me fall asleep.

OK. The incident was with Allison, cute little Allison. One real tomboy. Wonder what shes like today?

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It all started when my Dad and a friend of his found a Studebaker Avanti for sale. Damn, that was one beautiful car, red and cream original colors and that Raymond Loewy styling! It had been partially restored. They actually formed a legal partnership to buy it, finish restoring it, and then use it together until they sold it.

Dad put it in our basement so they could work on it. Right after they bought it they were like little boys with a new toy. Almost every Saturday, theyd be down there in the basement, figuring out what to do next. I hung out with them a lot but theyd only let me be a gofer so I sort of lost interest.

That is, until Dads friend brought his daughter, Allison, along to spend the day. He was supposedly trying to keep peace with his wife by watching their daughter. I think he brought her just to get me out of their hair. She succeeded.

Allison was a real tomboy at thirteen. I never saw her in anything but jeans and sneakers and shirt. Her shirts were always big oversized ones and I couldnt tell much about what sort of tits she had. I looked hard enough but there just wasnt much there.

The first couple of times, I tried to stay with the car work until Dad chased me off, telling me to entertain my guest. My guest? OK, I decided to make her my guest. When Mom found us in my bedroom, sitting on the bed, close together, she said maybe I needed to entertain Allison outdoors. I asked her if I could take Allison for a walk down along the creek bottom.

Wed been having a lot of rain that spring and the creek bottom had flooded a couple of times. It was back between its banks but mud was everywhere. I guess I was hoping Allison wouldnt like the mud and wouldnt want to go again and I could get back to the car. Boy, was I wrong. She loved the mud.

Mom made us go to her father to get his permission before we went down to the creek. I dont think her father was real eager to give her permission to go off with me. He kept asking if shed be safe. My dad asked him what he meant  safe from snakes and mud or safe from me. He told his friend to ask me if shed be safe.

Kieran, will Allison be safe with you? Shes a good girl and I want to make sure she stays that way. Are you going to be a good boy with Allison?

My Dad probably knew what was coming. I looked his friend straight in the eye and said, Hell no, she wont be safe. Im a bad boy and its my sworn duty to make every good girl into a bad girl.

Dad dropped a tool with a loud clang and doubled over laughing. His friend almost dropped his jaw. I waited for a minute before I said anything else. I promise sir, man to man, I wont let any snakes get her. Or me either.

Allison didnt care if there was mud along the creek bottom. She didnt care if she got it all over. I had to show her everything and she had to crawl over, into, or onto everything. We were both filthy within an hour. I thought of one more place I wanted to show her. We called it the Indian Cave but the Indians probably never saw it.

On one of the hills overlooking the creek, there was a rock outcropping. Going at it uphill, there was an opening, a narrow space between two big rocks. About twenty feet in another big rock covered over the top. There was a cave-like space maybe eight by ten feet where some of my friends and I played once in a while. Wed already sprinkled the ground there with enough semen to make it extra rich. I didnt tell Allison that part.

In the cave Allison grabbed me by the sleeve and pulled me up close to her. She wiped both her hands on whatever clean area she could find on my sweatshirt. When her hands were partially clean, she reached down, unsnapped my jeans, pulled the zipper down and put her hand right on the fly area of my briefs. I forgot to breathe for a while.

When she started feeling around finding my dick and then my balls, all I could say was a very romantic Oh, shit, oh shit, oohh shiitt. When she put her fingers in and pulled out my dick, I almost screamed; having a hard dick dug out sideways was no fun. It felt just fine again when she got it in her hand. When she pulled my briefs down, my dick was dragged back through the fly and almost broken off by the elastic band. She pushed them and my jeans down to mid thigh.

She reached up with her other hand and tilted my head up so that I was looking directly into her eyes. She leaned forward and gave me a quick smack on the lips and then leaned back again, staring me in the eyes. Her hand was working on my cock. It felt strange, not so much because it was her hand but because it was backwards. When I gripped it my thumb was pointing toward the head; when she gripped it, her thumb was pointing toward my pubic hair. Her hand worked as well backwards as mine did forwards. I came in a half-dozen good squirts all over the front of her jeans.

She hardly gave me a chance to catch my breath. She pushed me back against the cave wall and down until my bare butt was on the cold floor. My jeans and shorts were holding my legs together like a tourniquet. She looked down and evidently decided that wasnt what she wanted. She pulled off my sneakers, first one and then the other, and grabbed the hem of both legs of my jeans. It seemed like she dumped me out of them. With nothing but socks on from the waist down, she seemed satisfied with me. She nudged my legs apart with her foot.

She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down on her hips, leaving a few inches of white panties covering her stomach.

When she turned around and then sat down between my legs, her back against my stomach, I wondered what she had in mind. She pushed back against me, grabbed my right hand, and rubbed it around on her sweatshirt, trying to get the mud off. She lowered my hand toward her crotch, pulled her panties away from her belly an inch or two and stuck my fingers, palm downward against her smooth belly, into her panties.

Do me!

Do me! Do me what? I wanted to do her. I just didnt know what I wanted to do to her. I didnt know what she wanted me to do to her. Luckily she did. She pushed my hand down further until I felt silky hair and further until her panties forced my fingers into a curve around her vulva. When she stopped, I could feel warm moisture along the length of my index finger. I began to realize what Do me! meant.

She found my other hand and brought it up and under her sweatshirt. Tits! There were tits under there after all  small, firm, barely-palm-sized tits with pointy nipples. Hot poker burning a hole in my palm.

I buried my face in her hair and the side of her neck. She started whispering. Thats good. Yeah, right there. Rub it. Stick your finger in til its juicy. Rub it some more. Yeah. Oh, god, thats good. Do it, Kieran.

My finger was wallowing in the tight little crease between her thighs, dipping down into her hot little cunt, spreading her little cunt lips, going round and round where she told me Yeah, thats it.

My cock was hard again and hurting, jammed at an awkward angle between my stomach and thigh and her back. She reached around with one arm and found it, straightened it up and began a behind-the-back upside-down stroking. I started saying, Do me too. We both were grunting it, like crazed singers. She reached the end before I did and started squirming around. I curled my finger around and pushed it into her as deeply as I could. Shit, she was hot, tight and hot. I pressed the base of the finger against her clit, not knowing in the least what I was doing, and she started shuddering and coming.

She almost wrenched my cock off. I squirted again, all over her back while she tried to choke off the flow. I felt her fingernails raking up one leg. I didnt care. I had done her! And she had done me again!

When she stood up, I saw my come running down her back and onto her panties. She had mud smeared all over her ass and her jeans. I didnt care. Her ass was the most beautiful one Id ever seen. The only one too.

I stood up too, wobbly-legged, my cock dirty with mud and dripping with the last oozing drops. Allison gave me a smile that said, I know something and squeezed my dick one more time. I gave her the same smile. She helped me get my shorts and jeans back on. I needed the help.

I looked at her, dirty, covered with mud, wet, hair stringy, no makeup, lips unkissed except for one virginal smack. She was a picture of absolute beauty. She was a girl. And I had done her.

On the way back, Allison was worried about being covered with mud  afraid that her Dad would get mad at her. I told her about the big shower we had in the basement. She asked where it was; she hadnt seen it. I told her it was in plain view, just the square on the floor surrounded by concrete blocks. The two showerheads were on the wall and the shower curtain was always back because we never pulled it around the shower. She asked who used it and I told her that Dad and Alan and I showered there after working on cars.

I guess I was secretly hoping that we could somehow shower together. At the very least I was hoping she could pull the shower curtain around so nobody could see her and she could shower by herself. I was already thinking of how it would be to get in the shower with my naked body knowing her naked body had been in the same place.

When Dad saw us come in the door, he nudged Allisons dad and the two of them stood looking at us for a minute or so. They started laughing and Dad went over to the stairwell and called up to Mom in the kitchen. She came down and took one look and she wasnt laughing, not even smiling. She took one of the terrycloth robes and took Allison into the basement bedroom. When they came out, she was holding Allisons dirty clothes at arms length in one hand and her sneakers in another. Allison was wrapped down to her ankles in the robe.

She gave all three of us men a scathing look and told us, Allison is going upstairs to shower. Kieran, you can shower down here. Bring your dirty clothes up to the washing machine when youre clean. And you two dirty old men can just damn well make sure Kieran comes clean.  She almost pushed Allison up the stairs. I wondered how clean I was supposed to come.

The two dirty old men erupted in whoops and hollers as soon as the door to the kitchen was closed. I stood there not knowing what to expect. Finally Dad told me to get undressed and get in the shower. I started to pull the shower curtain around so they couldnt see me but Dad told me, in no uncertain voice, that I didnt need to try to hide anything.

I started the shower running and stripped off. When I pulled my muddy jeans off both men were watching. I looked down and saw that my briefs were muddy too, especially in front. I got rid of the evidence as quickly as I could. When I started scrubbing, they started back working on the Avanti. Dad was glancing at me every few seconds. When I started to get a hard-on, he nudged the other dirty old man to look at me. I was standing there, sort of dreamy eyed, working up a good lather around my cock and balls. Maybe they thought my dick was trying to stand up because I was a little unsatisfied kid. What they didnt know was that it was standing up again, remembering what it had been like to be satisfied twice an hour earlier. I felt something stinging on one leg and looked down. Red stripes of fingernail scratches ran up my thigh. I turned my back to the two dirty old men and remembered that I had been sitting in the mud in the cave and probably had a muddy butt. I was in agony until I could get showered and wrapped in a robe.

When I took my dirty clothes up to Mom at the washing machine, she was combing Allisons wet hair. Allison and I looked at each other standing there in white terry cloth robes. Mom mumbled something about the mud going through her washing machine and then put my clothes in with Allisons. When she started the washing machine, I realized my jockey shorts were going up and down and round and round in the hot soapy water with Allisons panties. I started getting hard again. Mom chased us into the kitchen and dared us to go anywhere else.

We didnt go anywhere else. Allison checked to make sure no one else was looking and then opened her legs to let me look. All I could see was a matt of black hair over the little pink crease between her legs. Everything was closed up now. I wondered how it could look so different from the way it felt with my finger in it. 

I opened my legs to give Allison a look. My balls were still hanging low from the hot shower. My dick was hard and pointing up toward my face; I was proud of it and it was proud of me.

I heard footsteps coming from the laundry room. Mom. We both covered up and sat up on the edge of our chairs. Are you two being good? she asked. Dont let me catch you doing anything else! We both gave her our best innocent child smile. Two yes maams.

As soon as her back was turned, Allison gave me another split second flash. I said to Moms back, Yes, Mom, we wont let you catch us doing anything wrong.

About an hour later, Mom brought us our jeans and shirts and underwear  all clean and smelling fresh. She said wed have to go barefooted because she wasnt going to run our muddy sneakers through her good washing machine. She gave Allison her clothes and chased her to one bedroom. She gave me mine and chased me to the half-bath off the kitchen. As we started to leave, she gave both of us another dirty look. You two had better clean up your act - before you get yourselves into a lot of trouble. I said a very polite Yes, Maam and so did Allison. Mom gave us a quick smile. As I left the room, I heard her giggling. 

Just as she was leaving with her Dad, late that afternoon, Allison gave me a quick hug, a kiss just on the side of my mouth, and that smile again, the one that says Ive got a secret.

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About the middle of the week after that Saturday, Dad said he was going for a walk after dinner one night. When he asked me if I wanted to go with him, I knew better than to say no. We were about a block from the house before he said anything.

Kieran, we need to talk about Allison. Do you want her to come back to visit you when her father comes?

I knew I was about to get it. Yeah, Dad, I do. I like her; shes nice even if she is a tomboy.

I talked to her father. Hes worried she might not be safe if she comes back to our house. Do you think hes got any reason to worry about her safety?

I knew he knew what Id done. No, Dad, we did some stuff I dont want to talk about. But shes safe. If she was a virgin when she came to our house, she still is. He looked at me, boring in on that point. And Im not going to do anything to change that, Dad, trust me.

Man to man? he asked, and I knew he was asking for a gentlemens agreement.

Yeah, Dad, man-to-man.

We walked through an undeveloped area to a bluff overlooking the river valley. It was a favorite spot for all the walkers in the neighborhood to stop and talk on their walking rounds.

Ive got a few questions, Kieran. Just between us men. You might want to help me out a little here. Ive got to talk to your mother and her father. Ill be careful in what I say. But I need to understand what you and Allison are up to.

He hadnt killed me yet. I decided Id better just tell him the truth, man to man.

Your mother told me she thought there was semen down the front of Allisons jeans and on the back at the waistband. Yours?

I nodded when I saw he was smiling.

How the hell did you ever manage that shot, Son?

 I looked around as though checking to see if anybody was listening or watching. I held up one finger and shook my head to indicate no. He smiled wider. I held up two fingers. He nodded. I made a circle out of my thumb and fingers while Dad watched. I held my hand out in front of me, palm down as though I were encircling something on someone elses body. I moved my hand back and forth. 

I see; thats one down the front. And the second, behind her?

I put my hand behind my back and moved it back and forth.

I dont see. But what the hell? It wont get her pregnant, will it, Son?

I shook my head in the negative again.

I need to hear you say it, Son. Allisons Dads not going to let her come back to see you unless he knows youre a responsible young man. If you take her for a walk again, I need to know you arent going to let a red-headed snake bite her.

I looked him in the eye. It wasnt really that hard. I loved him and I knew he loved me. Allisons safe with me, Dad. Sheuhshe likes to play around a little. Course I do too. But shes safe. Ill make sure she doesnt get bit I suddenly decided to be really man-to-man. Ill make sure she doesnt get pregnant.

Thats fine, Kieran. Ill tell her father youll watch out for her and shell be safe with you. And in this case safe means you wont need any condoms because you arent going to try to use one. Is that right?

Yeah, Dad. I dont need any. Maybe in a year or two I might need some.

Ive got one more question, Kieran, and you dont have to answer this one unless you want to. Would you tell this old man what you were doing when Allison was going ..." He made a jacking movement with his hand. "behind her back?

I told him. It took a while but I told him. I told him where my hand was while Allison was stroking me behind her back. I told him she almost broke my dick off behind her back when she came. He playfully punched me on the shoulder and stood beaming down at me.

We stood for a moment in silence, looking out over the river valley. Finally Dad turned back toward me.

Kieran. Man to man. I trust you. Dont ever betray my trust, Son.

He held out his hand to me. I took it. Very man to man. His big strong hand enveloped my boys hand. Man to man - but I lost it. I wrapped my arms against his waist and hugged up against him. I was still a head shorter than he was. My head ended up in his armpit. I smelled the mans sweat of him.

I wont, Dad. I never will, I mumbled into his armpit.

Guess its time us men got back home, he said.

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The next time Allison and her father came, my Mom quickly made me aware that she was watching everything we did. I did manage to get and give a few quick squeezes. My hand took care of my hard-on that night, not Allison, but she was there in my mind.

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The next time Allison and her father came, my Mom kept an eye on us again during the morning. Allison and I helped her around the house until she got tired of us and told us to go play. We went out to the front porch and sat in the rocking chairs.

Allison, weve got to talk. They know what we did. Thats why Mom wont let us out of her sight. Shes afraid Ill do something to you.

Oh, shit, Kieran. Shit! Are you sure? My Moms gonna kill me.


She doesnt know unless your Dad told her. I know your Dad knows. I dont think hes told your mother.

Kieran, I didnt really wanna do anything bad. Youre cute and nice and I like you a lot. I didnt wanna do anything bad. I just wanted to play with you.

Dad made me have a long talk with him, Allison. I dont think he thinks we did anything wrong. He knows pretty much what we did. He didnt say we were bad, not once. He said he had to talk to your Dad.

Shit, Kieran, I was hoping I could keep on coming over here. Now theyll make me stay home. I liked playing in the mud with you. Even if we hadnt done the sex stuff, the rest was fun.

Allison, theyre not gonna make you stay home. My Dad and your Dad just said I had to be responsible. They want to know youre safe with me. I promised him, man to man, Id make sure I didnt do anything to get you pregnant.

She sat looking at me, rocking harder and harder. I could see she was getting angry.

Well, fuck me, that really pisses me off. They really thought I was going to let you do it, I mean, fuck me?  Shit, Kieran, Im not that stupid.

Allison, you just said fuck and piss and shit  two fucks. If Mom hears you, shell get mad again. She thinks we dont talk that way, at least, we shouldnt.

She looked at me with a big grin.

Kieran, if you say the f word one more time, well be even.

Fuck. I waited for a few seconds. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Piss, Piss, Piss, Shit, Shit. I tried to think of some more good ones. Cock and cunt, cock in cunt.

She started giggling. I followed. When we finally stopped, she took a deep breath, sort of out of resignation.

OK, Kieran, Ill help you preserve my virginity. Well stop the sex stuff. But I would like to come see you. Youre fun to be with.

Allison, you dont understand. Nobodys said we had to stop it. Nobodys said we did anything bad. Dad just said I had to be responsible. I gave him my word. Ill keep it. I have to. He loves me too much for me I mean, I have to keep his trust.

You think if wedve come back last time clean and I wouldntve had your stuff all over my jeans, they wouldntve got mad?

Yeah, I think weve just gotta keep it clean. And be honest withem.

I hope so. I was sorta wantin to get at you again.

Me too.

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After lunch, Mom wanted to go shopping. She took me and Allison down in the basement. The old men had their heads under the hood of the Avanti. She asked them if theyd keep an eye on us. She was going to be gone all afternoon.

They both answered without taking their heads out from under the hood. They way they said it, it sounded like they were going to chain us to the steering wheel of the car. Allison and I sat on the steps watching until I heard Mom leave in her car.

Dad, would it be OK if Allison and I got a blanket and went down the hill to the pines. Well sit on the blanket so we dont get dirty. And you can see us out the door if you look for us.

They both straightened up and looked at us. They looked at each other. Allisons dad nodded yes. My dad nodded yes.

Just dont go anywhere else, Son, Dad said. Well check on you once in a while. If we want you, well holler out the back door for you to come back.

I got an old blanket out of the basement bedroom. We went out the basement door into the back yard. With Allisons hand in mine and the blanket under my arm, we walked down the hillside to the pines.

There were five large pines growing close together. The ground underneath was covered with pine needles. Alan and Kara and I played there with other neighborhood kids. Wed cleaned everything out until there was nothing but pine straw on the ground and we could lie around and talk and play. 

Allison looked around at our play area. She looked down the hill at the creek. I could see the sun glistening on the muddy areas.

This is nice, Kieran. I just wish we could find a spot like this where they cant see us. Is this as far as they said we could go?

Allison, they cant see us here. Dad knows he cant see us when were here. Look back uphill at the house.

We both turned and looked. We couldnt see the basement part at all. We could see the top half of the first floor and all of the second. Somebody looking out the first floor windows might see us. Somebody looking out from the second floor could. Nobody could see us from the basement windows.

She understood. Your Dad does know he cant see us. Does my Dad know it too?

She stood quietly, probably thinking as I was of the implications of this.

I think theyre trusting us, Allison. I think theyre saying we can go this far and no farther. Just like letting us come part way down the hill to the pines. No farther. I told Dad Id keep you safe. They know where were going. Just so far and no farther.

Allison turned to me and pulled me against her. I dropped the blanket. She held me around my waist and put her head so close her hair was in my face. It tickled but I didnt mind. When she turned me loose, I unfolded the blanket. The towel I had stuck in fell out on the pine needles. Allison smiled at me when she saw it and we spread the blanket out on the pine straw in a sunny open spot.

Allison kicked off her sneakers and lay down on her stomach on the blanket. I did the same and we were side by side, not touching, our faces a couple of feet apart. We looked at each other. I started getting hard. I looked into Allisons eyes. They were half closed, sort of sleepy looking. She didnt seem to blink.

We lay there quietly. All I could hear was the occasional screee of a hawk as it circled overhead and the moan of the breeze as it passed through the pines. All I could see was Allisons face, her eyes boring into mine. She was beautiful.

Im getting hot, she said. Are you?

I was beginning to feel damp inside my sweatshirt. Was that the kind of hot she meant?

Yeah, me too. Can I take my sweatshirt off?

She didnt answer. Instead she got up on her knees and moved over me. She rolled me over on my back, grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt, and pulled it over my head. She almost took my ears and nose off. I hoped I wouldnt have to be the one to say Be gentle with me.

My sweatshirt had probably not hit the ground when hers was off and flying after mine. She did have tits. Half a tennis ball, maybe half a baseball. Beautiful tits. Dark circles around little nipples. I felt like my heart was in my mouth. She moved over me and lowered herself down on me. Her nipple was in my mouth. I was in heaven.

I sucked on one. Pulled on the nipple with my lips. Opened my lips and tried to get her whole breast in. Didnt quite fit but well worth the effort. She took that one away and gave me the other one. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

I felt her hand fooling with the button on my jeans. I sucked in my stomach to give her more room. She popped the button one-handedly. The zipper was no problem. When she tried to pull my jeans down, I raised my ass up off the blanket, used two hands, and pushed my jeans and briefs half way down my thighs. She offered me a breast again and wrapped her hand around my cock. I was wrong before. I was in heaven now.

I sucked. She stroked. I licked. She played with my balls. I sucked some more and her hand tried to choke my cock to death.

She flopped down beside me suddenly, on her back, legs in the air, jeans unzipped and down and off her legs. Panties followed. In seconds she was back on her knees and on top of me, nipple in my mouth, hand on my cock. I moved one hand to her knee, traced upwards on her thigh, found her cunt. Cunt, Cunt, Cunt. God, now I knew what Cunt meant. Cunt! It was this hairy crack between her legs. Hair like fine cat hair, knew why they called it pussy. Little vertical crease. Where did it start? Where did it go? There. Wet, hot, hole in her. Finger slides in. She moans.

Im dying. My eyes are closed and all I can see is red. One breast feels small in my hand, the other big enough to cut off the air supply through my nose. I try to breath around it. My finger is sliding in and out of her and my hand is still. Shes moving up and down on it. All Ive got to do is hold my finger still and she fucks it. Fucks it. God, I want to fuck it. Please let me fuck it.

She starts moaning and then going uh, uh, uh, uh. She tries to shove her cunt down around my finger. I help her. I feel her cunt squeezing around my finger. Uh, squeeze. Uh, squeeze. Uh, squeeze. I start moaning too, just like her. She tries to pull my cock off my body. All she gets is a load of come. I shoot all over her hand and all over my stomach.

She rises up on her knees, looking down at me flat on my back. Shes breathing like shes been running. I am too. We look at each others eyes. Hers are smoldering. I know what that means now, not just from having read it. She looks down at my stomach. I raise my head and look down too. She uses one finger and starts tracing circles around in the semen on my stomach. My cock is still hard, still up just a little above my stomach, sort of throbbing in mid air. I can see some more white stuff oozing out the slit. She catches it on one finger, rubs it between two fingers, looks at it, and wipes it off on my chest. She gives me that I know a secret smile. I know it too. I smile back.

She wiped me off with the towel and then carefully wiped her fingers and looked around for any stray shots. She spread her legs and carefully wiped her cunt with the towel. 

We did it again before we went back up the hill. She was flat on her back this time. I was over her. She was milking me. I squirted down for her. I was finger-fucking her, wishing to God I could dick fuck her. I knew I couldnt. I could be trusted, couldnt I? Please God, let me be trustworthy. She wouldnt let me stop finger-fucking her until she came again. I didnt want to stop even then.

I wiped my come off the blanket and wiped up between her legs. She spread wider to let me see how open and wet and pink she was. I touched it with the towel. I wanted to stick my face in it first and then put my dick in it and leave it there.

I could be trusted. I knew Id proved it. I thought about proving it again the next time she came for a visit.

We got dressed in a reverse strip tease. Panties on, briefs on, jeans on, sweatshirts on, sneakers on. She licked her fingers and tried to comb my hair back in place. I picked the pine straw out of hers.

We went back up the hill the way we had gone down, hand in hand, blanket under one arm. When we went in the basement, the old men still had their heads under the hood of the car. Allisons dad looked up and said, Oh, back so soon, hope you had a good time. Dad looked at me and smiled. I nodded at him and smiled back. I put the blanket back in the closet. I put the towel under my bed so I could smell it that night when I jacked off. And for the next six nights until Allison came again. I knew I could be trusted. Dad would be proud of me. He knew what I was doing. He was still proud of me.

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How far did you and Allison go? Siobhan asked.

Just down the hill to the pines, I said.

You know what I mean.

Yes, I know. And my answers a good one. She came to the house with her father a few more times. We never went any further, or farther. Which is right? We never got into oral sex. I wanted to but I guess I was ashamed to ask her. I didnt know how to ask her to suck me. I was afraid to ask her to let me go down on her. 

Both and whatever happened to Allison? My wife asked.

I dont know. I saw her around school during the next year and wed have lunch and talk. When we started high school, she went to one in a different zone. Ive never seen her since.


But you remember her, dont you?

 I remember lots from that time. I remember how cold and damp it was in that cave and how hot Allison was. I remember what she smelled like, her cunt, in the sun on the pine straw. I remember the scratches she put on my leg when she came. I even remember the hawk overhead going scree. But the one thing I remember most clearly is not about Allison.

What is it, then?

I remember the smell of Dads armpit and the feel of his hand behind my head when I told him Id never betray his trust.

You havent, Kieran; you havent

I hope not.

Im going pee, she said. Ill be back in just a minute.

While she was gone, I stretched out with my head on a pillow, hands behind my head, and thought about what Id done earlier with Siobhan and what Id done years ago with Allison. Cute little Allison knew what she wanted and wouldnt let me stop until I helped her come twice that last afternoon. Siobhan knew what she wanted too and had ridden me to an orgasm that made her moan so loudly I had to shush her. When I shoved up into her in a frenzy and then grunted and spurted and grunted and spurted, she pressed her mouth over mine to shut me up while I spurted some more. Then when we snuggled up with my dick still swollen against her ass and between her thighs, she teased it back into full hardness and I fucked her from behind until she started whimpering and coming again and I kept at her and kept at it until I shot another load into her juicy cunt. From cute little Allison and how many others and now Siobhan, my love, I guess I loved all of them but especially Siobhan.

Kieran.

I heard a loud whisper and opened my eyes. Siobhan was standing in the semi-darkness looking down at the kids.

What? I whispered.

Come look.

I got up and tiptoed over to her. She was standing over Kavan. His sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful and his lips were slightly parted. He was sprawled out on his back, one arm thrown to the side, the other on his chest, his legs apart, and his hard little dick standing up at an angle over his stomach. The night was still warm and hed kicked off the blanket I had put over him when I finished reading to them.

Look at him, she whispered. When I took Kerry in their bedroom to put him to bed the other night, Kavan was lying on his bed, naked, playing with it. It was hard just like this except that hed pulled back his foreskin. It was so cute.

What did he say when you caught him? I asked.

He wasnt very eloquent. He said Oh, shit and then giggled.

What did you do?

I put Kerry down and then went over to him. I kissed him on the nose, took his hand and put it back on his dick, whispered Its OK, and left the room.

Good. Dont ever make him ashamed of playing with his dick. I want him to grow up proud of himself; I dont want him thinking its wrong or a sin or any shit like that.

I moved over a little and she followed me. We both bent over and looked down at Arial. She was naked too but she was lying on her side, tangled up in the blanket Id put over her. Her face was in profile and I could clearly see her long eyelashes and cute little nose in the dim light. She was the closest to beautiful perfection of anything Id ever seen. I stood looking at her, reluctant to move.

Shes got her little hand wrapped around your heart, hasnt she? Siobhan said.

Yeah, she has. You know, I love the boys but the way I love her is different. I dont know how to explain it. Its just different. Its so damn intense.

Some day youll have to give her to another man.

I guess so. Ill just make sure I find her a good one.

Yeah, sure you will.

We moved over again and looked down at Kerry. Siobhan had put a nightshirt on him and he had on a diaper. The nightshirt had ridden up and his fat little stomach was bare and his chubby legs were spread like Kavans.

This one is you made over, Siobhan whispered.

Well, thats fair, isnt it? Kavans like you.

Kavans going to grow up handsome. This ones going to grow up beautiful, long and tall and slim like you.

Lets have a dozen more and see what they turn out to be.

OK, if youll have the next three, she giggled.

Siobhan took my hand and led me back to our bed. We lay down and spooned up in our usual way with my right hand on her left breast.

Do you think Kavan was masturbating? she asked.

Nah, just playing with it. Thats the way we are. We play with our dicks all the time when were little and that gradually gets to be more and more fun and then one day we find out how to make it feel really good.

Before puberty? Before your testosterone starts to change you?

Yeah. I could masturbate to orgasm quite a while before I ever got anything out of my dick, before I started shooting off. After my balls kicked in I did it about ten times as much and it felt one hell of a lot better.

What are you going to teach Kavan and Kerry about masturbation? Youre the one whos got to do that, you know, not me.

Well, you can teach Arial. Just let them know its the most normal thing they can do as teenagers. Just let them know its fun and wont hurt anything and they should never be ashamed of it. Thats about it, I guess.

And when I walk in on Kavan doing it, hell just say Hi, Mom, and keep on doing it.

Well, he may just say Oh, shit, and keep on doing it.

I hope they all sleep through the night. Im tired, she whispered.

I think they will. I think we wore them out playing this afternoon. Just dont wake me up to look if Kavan starts jacking off again.

She giggled and pulled my hand tighter against her breast and squirmed her butt back closer against me.

I kept thinking about the kids and how I wanted to raise them and how it would be when they were teenagers and then grown and I guess thats when I went to sleep. They did sleep through the night.


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