
THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Seventy-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 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
Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart

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SIOBHAN)
“Don’t put me down, Daddy,” Alannah begged. “Carry me in the house.”

When Kieran straightened up from helping her out of her car seat in the rear of my little BMW, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. I don’t think he could have put her down if he had wanted to. I knew he didn’t want to. He almost always gave in to her pleas.

She could have walked the few feet into the kitchen from the front garage where I parked my car. I suppose she had missed us for the couple of day while she stayed with Stuart and Joanne and their two kids. She and Kieran Lee had always been close friends and she usually enjoyed her visits. She’d never been away from us so long before.

Friday morning, Arial and Kathryn went to the doctor together as usual, with Kavan driving them this time. Arial was in good condition for her pending delivery, with no serious concerns. The doctor said she could expect to have her baby any day soon.

However, Kathryn had a couple of problems and the doctor wanted to put her in the hospital for more tests. In addition to all the routine problems, her blood pressure was much higher than her previous visit and Kiley’s vital signs indicated he might be in trouble. 

I wanted to go with her and Kavan to the hospital so I first called Kieran with the news and then called Joanne to ask if she would keep Alannah. She suggested that I let her stay with them for the weekend.

They subjected Kathryn to a barrage of tests after she checked into the hospital on Friday afternoon. Kathleen was in the head-down position and ready to be born. But Kiley had not turned completely and seemed to be having some problem in getting turned head-down. Kathryn’s doctor, a woman who had also been my doctor with Alannah, said the blood pressure problems could be controlled with medication and prescribed it. She also said she’d like to try immediately to manipulate Kiley into position, and then, since Kathryn’s due-date was about two weeks away, to go ahead and induce labor on Saturday morning. She said both twins were fully developed and didn’t need to stay in utero just to gain more weight.

Kieran and I stayed with Kavan and Kathryn the rest of the afternoon and evening. About seven, the doctor came in, tried to manipulate Kiley into position, didn’t succeed, and said she’d like to take her to an operating room to try again. That scared Kavan and Kathryn but the doctor assured them they didn’t need to worry. Kavan wanted to be with her but the doctor said Kathryn would be sedated and he wouldn’t be needed. She was in the operating room for almost an hour but, when the doctor came back out, she raised her thumb in the air and we knew she had succeeded.

Kavan insisted that they would be OK until the next day and he wanted me and Kieran to go home to get some sleep. Kathryn groggily agreed. We promised to be back as early as possible the next day and we left them with Kavan holding Kathryn’s hand and looking down at her.

About three Saturday morning, we got a telephone call from Brad. Arial had gone into labor. Kieran and I rushed next door and, when I found out that the contractions weren’t that close, we reassured them and we all settled down and waited for a couple of hours. By five, her contractions convinced me that she was really in labor and that we should take her to the hospital too. 

At the hospital, the nurses had already started Kathryn on the medications and drips to induce labor. When they found out that we’d brought them someone else already in labor, they moved another bed into a birthing room and put Kathryn and Arial in the same room.

It was almost midnight when the first of our grandchildren was born. Kathleen entered the world at eleven forty, followed by Kiley at eleven fifty one. Brandon waited until almost two o’clock Sunday morning before he made his grand entrance.

Kieran and I stayed at the hospital for a couple of hours after Brandon’s birth and then went home to get a little sleep. I wanted to stay with Kavan and Brad but Kieran said it was the boys’ place to be with their wives. He took my arm and firmly led me out of the room.

We slept until Kavan’s call at noon on Sunday. He reported that both mothers and all three children were doing well. He said he and Brad had taken turns getting a little sleep on a cot brought into the room. Kieran said we were about to come back to the hospital and asked if they wanted anything.

Late Sunday afternoon, Lauren and Jack and Stuart and Joanne came to the hospital for a short visit, bringing Alannah back to us. A little bit later, Kerry and Tara came to see the babies. Kiley and Kathleen and Brandon got a lot of oohhs and aahhs from everybody. Alannah was fascinated by the babies but she was ready to go home with us.

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(KIERAN)

“Did you like seeing the babies, Angel?” I asked.

“Yeah, they’re neat,” she answered. “But they’re so little. Whose babies are they?”

“Well, two of them, they’re called twins, belong to your brother Kavan and his wife, Kathryn. The other one belongs to your sister Arial and her husband Brad.”

“I know that, Daddy,” she said with an exasperated tone. “I meant how do they know which babies belong to Arial and Brad and which belong to Kavan and Kathryn? They all look a lot alike.”

“No, they don’t,” I said, trying to be slow and careful. “The one with red hair, like yours, that’s Kiley, he’s a boy, and he belongs to Kavan and Kathryn. There’s only one girl, she’s Kathleen, and she belongs to them too. Then there’s another boy named Brandon, he has dark hair, and he belongs to Arial and Brad.”

“Oh, I understand. Kiley has red hair like his daddy and me. I can remember that easy. And the girl is his sister so she has the same daddy and mommy. Arial just had one baby and that’s Brandon and he looks like Brad, doesn’t he?”

She seemed to be satisfied with my explanation and resumed eating. Siobhan and Alannah and I were trying to make a dent in the big pot of spaghetti that had been intended for the whole family on Friday night. As usual, I’d cut up Alannah’s spaghetti and meat balls into smaller pieces so she could eat it with a spoon. She liked spaghetti and usually got most of it in her mouth.

“Would you like me to bathe you in the Jacuzzi tonight, Angel?” I asked. “Joanne says you played with Kieran Lee and James Connor this afternoon and you probably need a good bath.”

Joanne had told me that they had gone swimming with Luke and Rachael and their kids on Saturday afternoon. Kieran Lee and James Connor seemed to be competing for Alannah’s attention. She said the three of them had played in a sand pile on Sunday and Alannah probably needed a good head-scrubbing to get the sand out. She said Paul Andersen, at 9, and Adrianna Bridges, at 8, already considered themselves boyfriend and girlfriend and couldn’t be bothered with the little kids.

“Yeah, I like that,” she said. “Would you get in there with me, Daddy?”

“Well, I was hoping to get in there with your mother before we go to bed but I wouldn’t mind bathing with another beautiful lady first. Will you let me give you a good shampoo?”

“Yeah, if you want to,” she said.

Siobhan had been listening to me and Alannah while she was eating. Just like Arial, Alannah had me wrapped around her little finger and Siobhan knew it.

“That would be nice, Kieran,” she said. “I’ll clean the kitchen if you’ll bathe her and then read her a story. When you’re through, we can get in the Jacuzzi together.”

“Why can’t we all get in there together?” Alannah asked.

“Because we’re eating supper late tonight, and you didn’t have a nap today, and it’s almost your bedtime,” Siobhan answered. “That’s why.”

“Oh, alright,” Alannah said with a big sigh.

I sat in the Jacuzzi with her backed up between my legs and took my time in shampooing her hair. I suppose my mind was on what I was going to be doing with Siobhan later. When I stood up to help her out of the tub, my dick was engorged and almost ready to stand up. Alannah stared at it while I dried her but she didn’t say anything about it.

I let her get comfortable in bed while I looked for a book to read to her. 

“Daddy, how did the babies get inside Arial and Kathryn?” she asked.

I sat down on the bed beside her. “Do you want me to tell you about babies again or do you want me to read to you? I’m not going to do both tonight.”

“Tell me about babies again,” she answered. “I like that better than any old book.”

“Well, Angel, it starts when a man and a woman make love. They lie close to each other in bed and kiss and hug and play with each other. The man gets an erection, you know, that’s when his penis gets big and stiff.”

“Like yours does sometimes,” she butted in, and rose up to look at my penis.

“Yes, all men get that way sometimes,” I answered, and spread my legs to let my dick fall between them. 

She butted in again. “Boys too. Sometimes Kieran Lee and James Connor, their penises get hard but they’re not big. Little Paul’s is bigger than theirs and it gets really stiff.”

“Yes, boys too. Anyway, the man puts his penis in the woman’s vagina and moves it in and out. We call that making love and it feels really good to both of them. After a while, it feels so good that the man ejaculates. That’s just a big word meaning semen squirts out of his penis. Semen contains lots of little swimmers called sperm. They all go swimming like crazy, up through her cervix, the opening between her vagina and her womb. The womb is the place where the baby matures.”

“Do I have a womb?” she asked.

“Yes, all girls and women have a womb,” I answered. “It connects with your vagina. Quit butting in.”

“OK,” she yawned.

“About once a month, the woman’s body releases an egg, a little tiny one, and if one of the sperm finds it, bang, it goes into the egg, and that makes a baby. The baby stays in the woman’s womb for about nine months and then it’s born. That’s the way you were made and that’s the way all babies are made.”

“Why did you and Mommy make Kavan and Arial and Kerry and me?”

“I’ve told you that before, Angel. I loved your mother so much and she loved me just as much and we wanted to have children so we could love them too. We had Kavan and we loved him so much we decided to make another baby and we had Arial. Then we had Kerry and we loved him too. We thought we had enough children but, after a while, your mother wanted another baby to love. So that’s when we made you and we found out we still had lots more love to give you.”

I leaned over and kissed her on both cheeks, her forehead, nose, and chin. She giggled like she usually does.

“I like that story,” she yawned. “Did Kavan make love to Kathryn twice?”

“I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

“Well, Kathryn had two babies so he must have done it twice.”

“No, Angel, that’s not necessarily true. Sometimes a woman’s body releases two eggs at the same time. If both eggs are fertilized, she has twins.”

“What’s fertilized?” she yawned sleepily.

“It’s what happens when a sperm goes into an egg. Now are you ready for sleep?”

She turned over on her side and shut her eyes. “Yeah, I like that story. It’s nice. I’m glad you and Mommy made me.”’

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(SIOBHAN)

I cleaned the kitchen and then started a load of laundry while Kieran was bathing Alannah and reading her a story. My clothes were sweaty so I just undressed in the laundry room and put my dress in with the first load. I had just taken off my bra and panties when Kieran surprised me. He grabbed me from behind, turned me around, and kissed me. I didn’t resist. When he finally stopped, he pulled away from me and grinned down at me.

“I love you, Grandma,” he said.

“I love you, too, Grandpa.

“Wanna fool around?” he asked.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Fooling around just leads to children.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. We didn’t do it last night and I’m kind of horny.”

“Can you wait a little bit?” I asked. “I need to tell you something. Lauren wants us to help her with something.”

“I can wait. I’m going to grab me a beer. Want one?”

“No, wait, yeah, get me one too.”

We went in the kitchen and I sat down at the table while he got two beers out of the refrigerator and two frozen mugs out of the freezer. Then he went back to the refrigerator and got the boiled egg that had been left over when I made chicken salad earlier in the week. I waited until he’d poured both beers and we’d both had a sip. 

“What are you going to do with the egg?” I asked.

“I’m going to eat it,” he answered. “What’s up with Lauren?”

“Well, there are a couple of things,” I answered, as I cracked and peeled the egg. “She’s wondering if either Brad and Arial or Kavan and Kathryn might like to move into the little brick house that was the Manchesters. It’s empty but she doesn’t want to rent it. She said either couple could have it for at least six months, rent-free, maybe longer.”

“Yeah, I know she won’t put it up for rent because she’d have to let just anybody in it. I suppose we ought to tell both couples and then let them decide who takes it. Does that sound OK to you?”

“Yes, but she said she’d like for Kavan and Kathryn to take it but she doesn’t want to hurt Arial’s feelings by not offering it to her and Brad too. She said Kavan and Kathryn are already closer to Stuart and Joanne. ”

“I suppose we might help the kids make the right decision. What else?”

He spread his legs wide and I couldn’t help but notice that his balls were hanging low in his scrotum and looked almost swollen. His dick was engorged and hanging down too but it looked like it was ready to stand up. I spread my legs, slid toward the front of the chair, and tilted my pelvis so he could have something to look at too. 

“She wants our help in formulating a land deal with Kavan,” I answered. “When he bought Manchesters, he got twelve acres of land. It’s used mainly for the plant nursery and the city’s grown up all around it. You know Kavan wants to move the nursery out away from town and just keep the main store on a couple of acres at its present location. The Manchesters wouldn’t sell the land but Kavan says he could sell it for commercial purposes like maybe a subdivision and make more then enough to buy land further out.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m keeping my eyes out for something. He wants at least twenty acres and that’s hard to find until you go way outside of town.”

He was keeping his eyes out for something between my legs too. But I was busy looking at something too. I was watching as his dick slowly got firmer and then began to lift away from his balls.

“Well, Lauren said he might like to relocate the plant nursery to her property. She said he could have some land on the highway and to the right of the road to Andersen Security. She’s open to all sorts of possibilities, maybe a lease, maybe a swap, and she wants me to figure out a deal that would be good for both her and Kavan. She says a plant nursery would be a good barrier between Andersen Security and the highway. Kavan would get what used to be a cow pasture before it grew up.”

“I don’t think he’ll do a swap. I think he wants the profit on the sale to reorganize and expand Manchesters.”

“I wish he hadn’t agreed to keep the name Manchesters for the business when he bought it,” I said. “I’d like to see the business in his name.”

“Well, the Manchesters were adamant about that and maybe they did it for Kavan. Anyway, it’s just as long as they’re both alive and then he can name it anything he wants.”

“Would you tell Kavan about her offer?” I asked. “I know he doesn’t need to worry about it right now with the babies. I think I ought to have his permission before I start looking into how he and Lauren could do something.”

“You’re right,” he said. “You’re the Certified Financial Analyst so I’ll leave it up to your wizardry.”

He reached down to his dick, pulled the foreskin back, and we both watched as it continued its slow rise. When it was standing up, he looked at me with a grin or maybe it was a leer.

“I can’t help it. I’m horny,” he said, and let a big beer burp escape. 

“You’re always horny,” I said, and burped back at him.

“I want something to eat,” he said, still leering at me.

“Well, eat your egg,” I said.

“Maybe later,” he answered. “Right now I want to eat some pussy.”

“You can’t have it,” I said. “I haven’t had a bath since yesterday and it probably smells like sweat and pee. You wait until we get a bath.”

“Fuck waiting,” he said. “I don’t care. I want some now.”

He slid off his chair, knelt down between my legs, wrapped his hands around my ass, and pulled me forward so that I was barely sitting on the edge of the chair. He leaned forward, tried to get his mouth to my pussy, and couldn’t, no matter how he tilted his head. He sat down on the floor with one leg under my kitchen chair and the other one out beside it. He tried again and succeeded this time.

He used his thumbs to stretch my labia out to the sides and then licked me from below my vagina to above my clit. I thought fuck waiting, closed my eyes, put my hands on his head, and let him have his way with me. After a minute or so, he pulled back and looked up at my face and then back down between my legs. I looked at his face while he looked at my pussy. He looked like a little boy who had discovered something new. He stuck his first finger in my pussy, as deep as he could, and then was motionless.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Checking your temperature,” he whispered. “You’re hot.”

He added his long middle finger to the other one, slid them both into me, and curled them around.

“You’re wet. You’re hot and you’re wet.”

“Yes, Kieran, I’m hot and I’m wet. I want your dick in me.”

“I’ll do that in just a few minutes. Hand me that egg,” he said.

I expected him to do something naughty but I didn’t know what. I handed him the egg.

He leaned over so that his face was about a foot from my vulva, pressed the egg against the entrance to my vagina, and then used one finger to push it in as deep as he could. He sat there just looking.

“Push it out,” he whispered.

I pushed and the egg slowly reappeared and fell into his waiting hands. He immediately pushed it in again.

“Push it out,” he said. I did and he caught it and pushed it back in.

“Damn, you’ve got some good pubococcyx muscles in there,” he whispered. “I’ll bet you could pinch my dick off if I stick it I there.”

“If you want me to, I’ll try.”

“In just a minute,” he said. “Push it out again.”

He quickly leaned forward and put his open mouth against me. I pushed again and felt the egg go out of me and into his mouth. He used his lips and then his tongue and pushed it back in me. Again, I pushed it out into his waiting mouth. He caught it, spit it out in his hand, and then laid it on the kitchen table.

“Damn, that’s something,” he whispered. 

He straightened up and wrapped his hand around his dick. I saw a crystal-clear drop hanging on the slit at the end and then he pushed it in me just a little.

“Push it out,” he whispered.

I pushed but I couldn’t push it out. The head of his dick was about the same size as the egg but the egg didn’t have a long shaft attached to it. I knew it didn’t matter. He just wanted to feel my muscles contracting around the head of his dick. I pushed again, relaxed, and then did it again. I relaxed, squeezed again, and he pulled his dick out and then immediately reinserted it in me.

He started moving just the head of his dick in and out of me. He was looking down at what he was doing and I was looking at his face. He seemed so serious and intent on something.

“Damn, that’s good,” he said, looking up at me. “I love the way your pussy feels around my dick. Do you like it?”

“No, Kieran, I don’t like it. I love it,” I said truthfully.

“I’d better stop,” he said, and sat down again in his chair. “My dick’s about to take over and I won’t be able to stop until it gets what it wants.”

He sat there looking at me, at my face, my breasts, my open legs.

“Everything about you is red,” he said. “The hair on your head, your lips, your nipples, your pubic hair, your pussy, especially your pussy – damn, I love you, Siobhan. I really do. I’m so horny for you and I love you.”

I looked at his dick and balls. The head of his dick was just as red as any part of me and his balls were swollen and pink. 

“You can’t make another baby in me, Kieran. You’ve just been around the boys and they’re both horny for some good sex and you just absorbed it. Seeing all those babies just makes you want to make one with me.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he said. “Oh, well, I guess it’s time for me to eat the egg.”

He got up, got a knife, and then sat back down and quartered the boiled egg. He salted and peppered the quarters and then stuck one in his mouth and chewed and looked at me.

“Damn, that’s good,” he whispered, when his mouth was empty. I picked up another quarter, held it out to him, and he leaned forward and took it in his mouth.

He ate the second quarter, then picked up another piece, and held it out to me. I leaned forward and took it in my mouth and ate it. It was like no boiled egg I’d ever had.

He ate the last quarter and then just sat there, looking at me, and smiling. I smiled back.

“I love you too, Kieran,” I said. “Even if you’re just a naughty little boy, I love you.”

“I’m never going to grow up,” he said. “I’m never going to change. Now, can we go take a bath and then go to bed and fool around? I’m horny.”

He stepped in the Jacuzzi first and then held out his hand to me. When I got in, he immediately sat down on the side of the tub, put his hands on my butt, and pulled me against him so that his face was between my breasts. He rubbed against my breasts slowly and gently, breathed deeply a couple of times, and then turned so that his cheek was against me. When I looked down at his face, it looked like his eyes were closed.

“Siobhan, I do love you. Did you know that?” he whispered, “I love you for being my wife, for giving me such fine kids, for living your life with me. I couldn’t want for anything else in life.”

“I love you too, Kieran, even if your hair is getting a little thin on top,” I whispered back, looking down on his head. “Will you keep loving me when my butt gets too big for your hands?”

“Hush,” he said. “When your butt gets bigger, there’ll just be more of you to love.”

He kissed the nipple on one breast and then the other. Then he caught one nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it for a few seconds before moving over to the other. His hands moved over my butt and then were still with the tips of his fingers barely in my crack.

“Well, it’s harder for me to keep my weight down now,” I said. “I don’t want to get fat so you won’t love me.”

“That’ll never happen,” he said. “I’ll bet you don’t weigh five pounds more than you did when we married.”

“It’s more like ten pounds, Kieran,” I said. 

He licked my nipples, one after the other, and then blew his breath on them, until they were standing out.

“I don’t care, Siobhan. I really don’t. You’re a grandmother now. Just remember old bald-headed Grandpa’s going to love you the rest of your life.”

“I hope so,” I whispered. “Do you really feel old?”

“No, not really,” he said. “I’m slowing down but I still enjoy life just as much as ever, maybe more. I still get just as horny for you as ever.”

“Well, don’t tell anybody but I get horny for you too.”

“You shouldn’t worry about your butt and getting fat and stuff like that. Sleeping with you, spooned up against your butt, with my hand on your breast, maybe with your hair in my face - that’s the best way in the world to go to sleep. I love it when there’s nothing between us and my dick sort of nestles up against your ass. That doesn’t mean I want sex, not always; that just means I’m where I belong, holding you, being close to you.”

I cupped my hands under my breasts and turned so that one was in his face. He did what I wanted him to do. He opened his mouth and sucked on the nipple just like one of my children. A little later, I offered him the other breast and shut my eyes and let everything else go away.

Finally, he slid off the side on the Jacuzzi into the swirling water and then leaned back against the big end. When he held out his arms to me, with his legs bent and spread, I knew what he wanted. I sat down between his legs and leaned back against him.

He played with my breasts for a few minutes, stroking them, gently pinching the nipples with his thumb and one finger. When he slid his hand down over my stomach, I opened my legs to him. He played with me, lightly touching my pussy, spreading the lips apart, letting one finger slowly creep into my vagina. I shut my eyes and enjoyed what I was feeling.

“Why didn’t you want to be in the birthing room when your grandbabies were born?” I asked.

“Don’t look at it that way,” he answered. “I’ve been there with you four times. Every time, I wanted to be with you and maybe I helped you a little bit. I just felt it was important for Kavan and Brad to be with Kathryn and Arial. When a guy sees his child being born, how hard it is on the mother, I think it strengthens the bond between husband and wife. A father can be a lot of comfort and encouragement to a mother. Same for a grandmother. The girls wanted you to be there because you’ve done it four times. They didn’t need me in there.”

“Well, you would have been proud of Kavan and Brad. They were about as sweet and loving and caring as you were. Arial had a fairly easy time. Kathryn didn’t. I think she hurt a lot more than Arial but she stood up to it very well. Kavan was a lot of help to her.”

“Well, I’m just glad it’s all over for both of them,” he said. “Now comes the hard part, trying to figure out how to raise the kids. Will they both be coming home tomorrow?”

He started stroking upward between my legs, two fingers touching and separating my labia and then lightly grazing my clitoris. At the same time, he held my breast with the other hand and pinched and played with the nipple with his thumb and one finger. I loved what he was doing.

“I suppose so,” I answered after a while. “Dr. Hazelwood said she’d probably release them some time after lunch if nothing comes up. Do you have to go to work tomorrow?”

“Nope, I’m taking a couple of days off so I can help. You just tell me what to do. Do you still want to stay with them their first night home?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind taking care of Alannah. I think Kavan and Brad will be ready for a good night’s sleep.”

“I might stay with you. We could put Alannah on a pallet over there. She can sleep through almost anything.”

I moved away from him and patted the side of the Jacuzzi. He knew what I wanted. He sat down on the side of the Jacuzzi and spread his legs. His scrotum was warm and relaxed and his balls were hanging down into the Jacuzzi. His dick had finally lost its hardness and drooped down over them, enlarged but limp. I giggled and shook my head.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Your balls. They’re hanging down maybe six inches from your body. It looks kind of funny.”

“You know warm water always does that to my scrotum,” he said. “It just makes them as relaxed as the rest of me.”

I lifted his dick, slid the foreskin back, and sat there looking at the big red head. 

“What did you and Kerry talk about,” I asked, then leaned over and took his dick into my mouth down to his wet pubic hair. It was soft but it was still a damned big mouthful.

“What do you mean? When?” Kieran answered.

I held his balls in one hand and kept his dick in my mouth until I felt the first signs of it stiffening. Then I held the skin down tight and slid my mouth slowly off.

“This afternoon, at the hospital, you know, when you and Kerry went to get us something to drink,” I finally answered.

“What did you and Tara talk about while we were gone?” he answered with another question.

“I asked first,” I insisted and then opened my mouth again and slid it down his dick about halfway. I held the skin back with one hand, held his balls with the other, and slid my lips up and down until his dick was engorged and standing up by itself.

“We talked about Tara. What else? He said he’s enjoying the weekend with her and her folks. She’s got one brother and one sister and she’s the oldest. He said it seems like a very nice family and they haven’t given him too much of a third degree.”

“Yeah, that’s about what she told me. But I mean Kerry and Tara, their relationship. What about them?” I took a deep breath and then resumed sucking his dick.

“Well, you’d be proud of our son. He said they haven’t made love yet. He said she’s a really nice girl and he doesn’t want to hurt her. From what he said, they’re fooling around like teenagers always do but he’s not pushing her into going all the way. He said we’ll know when they do because he wants to bring her home for their first time, like Kavan did with Kathryn and Arial did with Brad.” 

“Is there anything new on his plans to go to CalTech and whether she’s going with him?” I asked and again took his big dick in my mouth.

“Not really. She wants to go but they’re both busy learning about each other so they can make a permanent relationship out of it. That guy Kasegawa that Stuart put Kerry in contact with is advising both of them now. He says they really want Kerry at CalTech and Tara would be welcome too. He says he can guarantee she would be admitted and Kerry already is, even though he hasn’t got a formal letter of acceptance. Kasegawa says it’s coming. Damn, if you don’t stop that I’m going to be coming too.”

“Well, don’t you dare come yet,” I said. “You can’t come until we’re in bed.”

“Well, shit, if I can’t come you lay down in the tub and let me go muff diving,” he said, and he slid off the side of the Jacuzzi down into the water. 

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(KIERAN)

“Kieran, you can’t do that,” she said, giggling. “Not in the Jacuzzi. You’ll drown.”

“Well, stand up then, and let me try it that way,” I said.

I knew I couldn’t do it underwater. I also knew I could do it with her standing up and me kneeling down in front of her. I slid off the side of the Jacuzzi as she stood up and she turned to face me and spread her legs. I pulled her up closer, tilted my head back, and kissed her wet pussy. She put her hands on my head and held on.

I closed my eyes and gave her a good licking. I wrapped my arms around her legs with my hands behind her, just touching her labia, and then licked all around her clitoris. I pulled back once, looked, and saw her little red nubbin out from under its cover, so I fastened my mouth on that area and sucked and licked it until she started squirming and pulling my hair. Then I stopped.

“Damn you, Kieran Conner Stuart,” she said, breathlessly. “Why did you stop?”

“Because you can’t come until we’re in the bed,” I said.

I turned my face to the side and pressed my cheek against her stomach. 

“I really do love you, you know,” I whispered. “I love the way your eyes light up sometimes when you look at me. I love your mouth when you pucker up and give me a rabbit kiss. I love your breasts when your nipples are hard from me sucking on them. I even love your wet pussy. Damn, I really love your pussy, wet or not. Can I stick my dick in it for a minute or two?”

“You can’t come until we’re in the bed,” she whispered.

“I know. I just want to feel your wet pussy all around my dick, Grandma. Can I do it from behind?”

“Yes, if that’s what you want, Grandpa,” she said.

She got down on her hands and knees in the Jacuzzi and stuck her ass back at me, her pussy just above the water level. I moved up closer to her and she reached back with one hand and guided the head of my dick to her vagina. I pushed once, she wiggled her ass from side to side, I pushed again, pulled back, pushed, and gradually my dick disappeared into her. When I couldn’t see the shaft of my dick anymore, I leaned over her, cupped my hands under her pendulous breasts, and laid my head on her back. For a minute or so, I slid my dick in and out of her, so agonizingly slowly, marveling at the heat and slipperiness of her pussy and how good it felt.

“Damn, this is so good, Siobhan,” I whispered. “I wish it would never end.”

“It’s not going to end for a long time, Kieran,” she whispered back. “Lauren says she and Jack still have good sex. Maybe we will too. I’m going into menopause in a few years but I hope we’re still doing this in twenty-five more years.”

“Me, too,” I whispered.

“If you can still get it up, I’ll help you put it in,” she whispered.

“Shit, I can find your pussy in the dark.”

“I know,” she said. “You’ve done it often enough. Can we go to bed now? My knees are beginning to complain.”

While we were drying off, she brought up Tara again. She was standing there, rubbing herself with a towel, staring at my dick. It was still pointing upward.

“Tara seems like a sweet girl and I can understand why Kerry is smitten with her,” she said. “I hope he doesn’t’ use profanity around her or her family and doesn’t talk about sex too much.”

“Sweet girl?” I answered. “At the ball game, did you hear what she screamed when I threw that guy out?”

“Yes, Kieran. She was excited because you got a double play. I don’t think yelling ‘Kieran, you nailed that sucker.’ was bad.”

“Yeah, and after Kerry struck out their last man and we won twenty-one to twenty, she was screaming even louder. I stood there at second base and watched and everybody was looking at her.”

“Well, you and Kerry just had a good cheering section that day. Does she know we’re a nudist family?”

“Yeah, Kerry’s told her about that, how he grew up so it’s just part of the way we are,” I answered. “Why did you start thinking about Tara and Kerry again? I thought you were thinking about going to bed with me.”

“I am, Kieran,” she said. “I was just wondering if Tara’s seen Kerry’s dick when it’s hard like yours is. All three of you Stuart guys are kind of big, you know. If she’s seen it, I wonder what she thought of it.”
“Four Stuart guys,” I said. “Stuart’s my son too and he’s a Stuart even if he does have a different last name.”

“Is Kerry bigger than you?” she asked. “I know he’s taller than you are. Is his dick bigger?”

“He says it is,” I answered. “Mine hasn’t been measured since you and the kids did it years ago. He says his is seven and a half inches. That’s a little longer than mine but I don’t care. I’m proud of my three sons. I don’t care if they’re bigger or taller or more successful than I am.” 
“I don’t suppose it matters,” she said. “I couldn’t tell the difference between his and yours when you two made love to me.”

“He wants her to come to dinner next Friday night and then go for a swim afterwards, in the nude, I mean. Do you think Arial and Kathryn will be able to get in the water? If they do, I imagine Brad and Kavan will too.”

“Maybe,” she answered, still looking at my dick. “There’s no physical reason why they can’t. It depends on how they feel. Anyway, I’m going to plan dinner for all eight of us, nine with Tara.”

“Don’t forget Kiley and Kathleen and Brandon,” I said. “Why do you keep looking at my dick?”

“They won’t be at the table,” she answered. “I like looking at it. I’m thinking about what I’m going to do with it tonight.”

“They might. What if one of them is screaming to be fed when we’re ready to sit down at the table? What do you want to do with it?”

“Kieran, we can always delay dinner a few minutes while one of them is nursing. They can do what I did, when we were at your parents, put a towel over their shoulder so nobody can see and let the baby nurse while they’re at the table. If your dick’s still up, I want to go for a long ride.”

“Uh, uh, I want to see. My father got to see you nurse our kids, even at the table once or twice. You can ride it all you want to.”

“Of course you do, you dirty old man. But it’s up to them and what they’re comfortable with. I want to ride you and then I want you to get on top of me and pound me through the mattress.”

When she handed me the blow dryer, I didn’t complain. I stood there behind her, my dick still pointing up and touching her ass, while I dried and brushed her beautiful red hair.

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(SIOBHAN)

In bed together, we both lay on our sides, a couple of feet apart, looking at each other. I held my eyes on his, waiting to see whether he wanted to start something. At first he only stared back at me. I couldn’t hold the serious look any longer; I grinned at him. He gave me a smile in return and moved over close to me.”

We managed to get our arms wrapped around each other as usual. My breasts were against his chest and my leg was thrown over his hip. His dick was still hard and pressed against my stomach. I suppose neither of us was in any hurry to do anything with it. I knew I’d get my fill of it before we went to sleep.

“May I say it again?” he asked.

“What?”

“Just that I love you. I don’t know why I’m feeling it so intensely tonight,” he said. “I just feel like I’ve got to tell you but telling you once doesn’t stop me from wanting to tell you again. Does that make sense?”

“It does to me, Kieran,” I said. “I feel the same way. I love you and I love our children and I love our grandchildren and my heart feels like it’s running over with love for my family.”

“Do you really love me?” he asked.

“Yes, Kieran, I really love you. Now could I change the subject? Do you think Kavan and Kathryn will want to move to the little Freeloft house?”

“Well, it would solve a problem, wouldn’t it? Somebody’s got to move from next door. There’s just not room for two couples and three babies. We never planned on that.”’

He curled his hand around my hip until his fingertips found the lips to my pussy and then he started playing. He wasn’t trying to get his finger into my vagina; he was just stroking the little lips and separating them to get to the juicy insides.

For a minute or so, I was conscious only of his fingers touching my pussy. Then I remembered that we were talking about our kids as usual and I realized that Brad and Arial wouldn’t have to move and that was probably what Kieran wanted.

“If Kavan and Kathryn move, Arial and Brad won’t have to move to his father’s condo,” I said. “They can stay next door and have plenty of room. Your little princess can stay close to us for a while longer. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, I’ll admit it, but I still worry about Kathryn. I know Kavan’s going to be a good father but those twins are going to be a hand full.”

My hand was certainly full, full with his hard dick. I was slowly stroking it, maybe in reverse, sort of pulling on it. 

“Yes, but Lauren and Joanne and Rachael have all said they’d love to help Kathryn with the twins.”

“Yeah, if Arial and Brad stay next door, it would make it easier for us to take care of Brandon while she finishes her degree at college,” he said. “I’ll help with him while I’m home but you’re going to have to do most of it during the day.”

He moved down on the bed a little and sought out my breast with his mouth. Since I couldn’t reach his dick any longer, I held my breast and offered the nipple to him. He licked it a few times and then took it in his mouth.

“I don’t mind,” I said. “She’s thinking of taking three courses, maybe two during the day when classes meet three times, then one at night when they meet two times. She says she can probably get her day classes back to back. We could both help her. Are you still going to change diapers?”

He stopped sucking so he could answer. “Yeah, I’ll just hold my breath like I did with our four, unless baby poop has stopped stinking. I don’t want her to stall on getting her degree. I want her to have a college degree like the others.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “Brad wants her to finish too. He’s promised to help her in any way he can.”

“We’ll all help her, Honey,” Kieran said. “That’s what family’s all about.”

Suddenly he pushed me onto my back and then rolled over so that he was sitting astride my waist. He put his hands on the sides of my breasts and pushed them together. He held them like that and then moved up until his dick was just touching the undersides of my breasts.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I want to fuck you between your breasts,” he said. “OK?”

“I thought you didn’t like to use the word fuck to describe what we do.”

“I don’t but I suppose it’s a good word to describe what I want to do tonight. I want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until we’re both dead from fucking. I’m so horny that fuck sounds pretty good.”

“You can do it but it won’t work with your dick dry,” I answered. “Fuck me in the mouth first and I’ll leave it wet.”

“OK.”

He moved up until his dick was resting on my chin and his balls were hanging down on my throat. I tried to take the head of his dick in my mouth but the angle was all wrong. He moved higher on the bed so that his knees were in my armpits and then leaned over me. That was better. His dick was pointed almost straight down and I could reach it easily with my mouth.

“Don’t gag me, now,” I whispered. “Do it easy. You know how.”

I opened my mouth and he lowered himself just a little until I could wrap my lips around the shaft of his dick, with the big head filling my mouth. I kept my lips firm so that he didn’t scrape against my teeth and he moved up and down so just the head of his dick moved in and out of my mouth. As he pulled out, I made sure my tongue was pressed under the head. 

I held on to his hips while he fucked me in the mouth. It was something we’d done occasionally. It wasn’t my favorite sort of sex play but I knew he liked it. I suppose it had something to do with the fact that I was helpless under him and he was in control.

I pulled down on his hips and he understood the signal. He stopped moving in and out and slowly pushed his dick into my mouth, until the head pressed against my throat. When I took my hands off his hips, he understood again, stopped pushing, and slowly pulled back an inch or so. I took a deep breath, put my hands back on his hips, and pulled again. He pushed until the head was pressed against the back of my mouth.

I knew I couldn’t deep throat him. We’d tried a few times and I’d gagged too easily. We’d learned, if I could signal him when to press and pull back, that I could take about half of his dick in my mouth. I would have liked for him to fuck me in the mouth like he fucked me in my pussy, with the entire length of his dick sliding in and out of me. He’d never tried to push me into it or, rather, it into me. 

I pushed him back and he knew I’d had enough. He moved back down until he was straddling my waist and pressed his dick down between my breasts. I pushed them together and he began to slide his dick back and forth between them. He’d tried to explain why he liked to do it and I suppose it made sense – that it was just another way he could claim me as his and that he wanted to fuck me in every possible way.

I watched his face as he watched his dick sliding back and forth between my breasts. He would glance at my face, smile, and then look back down at what he was doing. He did it for a couple of minutes and then moved back down on the bed. This time, he held his dick downward so it ended up between my legs instead of pressed against my stomach. He moved his hips back and forth, a dry fuck, I suppose, except that the lips to my pussy were already open and I felt the shaft of his dick become wet.

“Have you talked to Dan lately about Brad?” I asked. “Has he said anything about how Brad is doing in his job at the hospital?”

“Yeah, I talked to him last Thursday,” he said. “It’s too early for Brad to have any short of evaluation. Dan said he had talked to Brad’s boss about him and he said they’re really pleased with him. You know Brad so you already know some of what his boss said – that he’s intelligent, hard-working, a self-starter, and he’s extremely likeable.

“And he’s very lovable but I guess that doesn’t matter in his job.”

Maybe Kieran was content for a moment just fucking me another way - slowly moving his dick back and forth between my legs – but I wasn’t. I reached down, caught it just in time, pulled it upward, tilted my pelvis, and the head was diverted into my pussy. He squirmed to get it in deeper and then started slowly fucking me where I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his big dick filling me and pushing against my cervix and trying to open it up so he could squirt my womb full of another load of his sperm.

“Maybe it does,” he finally said. “He’s was the top graduate of the university’s Hospital Administration program this year and with his GPA they paid good money to hire him. They’re going to rotate him around in lots of positions for a year or two and then decide where to put him more or less permanently. You know him. He’ll work out fine at the hospital.”

“It doesn’t matter that his father is a doctor there?”

“No. All the doctors are in a separate organization from the hospital. The hospital just provides services for the doctors. Brad’s on his own in the hospital. Don’t worry about him.”

“I can’t help but worry about him, Kieran. I feel like he’s my son and I love him too. I want him and Arial to be happy together.”

“They are. Even if Dan and I did sort of get them together, they’ve made it into a good marriage. Brandon will just make them closer together.”

He almost broke his neck trying to get his mouth to one of my breasts without losing the connection of his dick my pussy. I cupped my hand under my left breast and pulled it up so he could get his lips around the nipple.

(KIERAN)

“Kieran, do you remember the first time we made love” she asked.

I quit sucking and fucking for a minute. I remembered it very well. “Uh huh, your apartment, 1103 Lexington Avenue, Saturday, June 11, 1984. We made love all day. You guided my dick to your pussy and I pushed it in. I came five times. You came, I don’t know how many times, but, the first time, we had a simultaneous orgasm.”

“Then I got on top of you and you helped me to come by rubbing my pearl with your thumb while I rode you.”

“Yeah, that was good,” I said.” After you came, I lay there underneath you and fucked up, I guess that’s what you’d call it, and I came so hard it blasted you a foot into the air.”

“It did not.”

“Well, it felt like it.”

“Well, anyway, could we do that again?” she asked. “I’d like to get on top of you and go for a ride and you can use your thumb to help me come like you did that day.”

“I’m not going to fuck up this time, you know, me fucking up into you while you’re on top. When it’s my turn, I want to get on top and pound you through the mattress until I come.”

“I’ve never gone through the mattress yet,” she said. “Maybe I’ve dented it a little.”
 
“Well, just wait,” I said, and rolled over on my back and pulled her on top of me.

She brought her legs up so that her knees were on each side of me, then rose up over me, and began slowly to ride me. She was wet inside, almost dripping, and hot and it was good, damn it was so good, so fucking good, so good fucking her or her fucking me. I cupped my hands under her breasts, with my thumbs and fingers gently pinching her nipples. I waited while she rode me. I knew she’d tell me when she was ready for me to help her.

When she opened her eyes and nodded at me, I knew she was ready. I put one hand on her stomach, with my thumb curled around her mound, and started gently rubbing her clitoris. It didn’t take long. I felt her internal muscles clenching on my dick, a couple of strong contractions first, gradually fading away to almost nothing. I knew she’d come good. I was in no hurry for my turn. I waited for her to tell me.

“It’s your turn,” she whispered after a minute or so.

We wrapped our arms around each other and she locked her legs around my ass as we rolled together until she was underneath me and we never lost the connection of my dick in her pussy. It was perfect.

I began to fuck her, to make love to her, as slowly as possible, totally lost in the wonder of feeling my flesh immersed in hers, sliding in until the head of my dick reached the bottom of her pussy and our pubic hairs were matted together, sliding out until just the head of my cock held open the lips to her cunt. I slowed down even more, almost ceasing to move, taking forever to slide my dick in and out, wanting to savor all the sensations her pussy was giving to my cock. 

In spite of my best intentions, I began to thrust into her faster, gradually losing all consciousness of time and place again, lost in the miracle of loving her, of fucking her, of being connected to her. I knew that I wasn’t going to last long at the pace I was thrusting but I didn’t care. The instinctual need to deposit my sperm at the mouth of her womb swept me away. It was only a minute or so until I felt the first sensations of an impending eruption. I shoved my cock in harder and harder, wanting to flood her with my life. Her fingernails were digging in on my ass but I felt no pain. I hadn’t worried about giving her another orgasm and so I was surprised when I felt a contraction around, not in my cock, and realized that it was hers. That was the final trigger. I stopped moving while I spurted out again and again inside her. I looked down at her and saw that her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, a smile or grimace of pure pleasure on her face. I knew I loved her and she was mine and I was hers.

We lay joined together, holding each other as tightly as possible, coming down from the pleasure of our shared orgasm, our panting turning into normal breathing, cooling off from the heat of passion. After a while she opened her eyes and looked up at me.

“Kieran,” she whispered, “we did it again! Damn, we did it again, just like the first time. I can’t believe it!”

“Yeah, well, just don’t expect me to be able to do it all the time.”

“I don’t. When you’re ready, do you think we can do it four more times?” she answered, and immediately yawned.

“Sure. Just wake me up when you’re through,” I answered and then yawned back at her.

(SIOBHAN)

We were snuggled up in our favorite go-to-sleep positions – both of us on our left side, his right leg over my left, and his right hand holding my left breast. I was beginning to fade into sleep when he whispered to me.

“Siobhan, you know I don’t believe in much but do you want to know something I do believe in?”

“Yes, Kieran.”

“I believe in love. I believe in the power of love. I know I love you and I love our kids and I know I’m going to love our grandkids. It’s the one thing that makes all this living worthwhile. I guess if God is love, I believe in God, but I don’t believe in any old gray-bearded grandfather who lives somewhere up in the sky and who cares about me and what I do and who cures a boil on my butt when I pray to him and all that sort of shit. I just believe in love because I know it’s real.”

“Maybe that’s enough.”

“Do you think I fuck you because I love you or do I love you because I can fuck you?”

“No you fuck me so you can create new life in me,” I answered. “I wish I could still get pregnant from a fucking like you just gave me. I wish we could go on having babies as long as we live.”

“Me too,” he said. “I wish I could knock you up with twins and they could both have a breast to suck on and I could watch and maybe they’d leave a little milk for me.”

“Well, you can’t do that anymore,” I answered. “You’ve had your turn. Now it’s up to your kids to create new life and I think Kavan and Arial have got off to a pretty good start. Maybe Kerry and Tara will carry on some day.”

“Me too,” he whispered. “I envy Kavan, squirting Kathryn full of Stuart sperm and getting her pregnant with twins. I guess I envy Brad fucking Arial and…”

“Hush, Kieran,” I said. “It’s their turn now. Go to sleep.”

“I’m not sleepy,” he said. 

“Well, I am, Grandpa” I said. “I love you and I know you love me and that’s all that matters. Now I’m going to sleep and you can lay there and ponder all the mysteries of life if you want to.”

“Yes, Grandma,” he whispered. “I guess maybe I’m ready to go to sleep too.”

“Good night, Kieran, I mean Grandpa.”

“Good night, Siobhan, I love you even if you are a grandmother.”

THE END
 
 
Author’s Note: We have finally come to the end of The Measure of Man. Kieran and Siobhan are grandparents. In Chapter 1, when he was trying to convince Siobhan to have dinner with him, Kieran told her: “For the first time in my life, I’ve met a woman with whom I’d like to have grandchildren. That’s the sort of relationship I’m looking for.”

There are still stories which could be told as life goes on for the Stuart Family. What will happen with Kerry and Tara? Will Brad and Arial continue to grow deeper in love with each other now that Brandon has joined them in making their own family? Will Kavan and Kathryn manage to retain their sanity as they cope with their twins, boy and girl, Kiley and Kathleen? How will Kieran and Siobhan celebrate their silver wedding anniversary? What will happen during the second twenty-five years in their married life when they are the center of an ever-growing family? And what will happen to little red-headed Alannah as she grows up as part of the Stuart family?

Unfortunately, there must be an end to any story, although the lives of the characters in The Measure of Man will continue, at least in my imagination. I really hate to stop telling the story. I think of chapters I’d still like to write. 

Are there any chapters you wish I’d write? Do you want to know more about what happens in the life of certain characters? Send me an e-mail message telling me what you wish I would write. I make no promises but I am reluctant to let my characters go. Who knows? 

Maybe I will add a chapter or two someday.

Gil Gamesh
