
THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Sixty-Four


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 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 

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FIVE YEARS HAVE ELAPSED SINCE THE LAST CHAPTER! 

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TELLING THE STORY
Kieran Stuart; Siobhan Stuart

(KIERAN)

Shortly before six on Saturday morning, I went down to the basement, knocked on the door to Kerry’s room, and then stuck my head in. He was sprawled out on the king-size bed, long arms and legs extended in random directions, naked except for a sheet over one leg, morning hard-on resting on his stomach, and eyes hidden under one forearm.

“I’m leaving in about ten minutes,” I said. “Are you going with me?”

He grunted and then said, “Yeah, Dad, I’ll be there.” He didn’t move. I went back up to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. I knew he’d run with me. He was almost obsessive about keeping his body in shape for his modeling jobs. I ground more beans than usual and filled the pot. I wanted a cup before I ran and I guessed that he would too. I knew Siobhan would when she got up. I poured two big glasses of orange juice and then stood waiting for the coffee pot to perk enough for me to interrupt it for a cup.

I was grateful to have a quiet Saturday when nothing was planned. On the previous Saturday, we’d been busy with three college graduations and the last of the end-of-school-year parties and activities. Brad, Kavan, and Kathryn had all graduated at the same time. Arial and Kerry were the only ones still in college. She had finished her junior year and he had finished most of his sophomore year. She was taking off for the summer to have her baby. Kathryn was awaiting the birth of her twins. Kerry was taking off to work on another modeling engagement. Kavan and Brad were taking a few days off before starting work full time. 

Kerry came up from the basement in about five minutes. He was already dressed in running shirt and shorts and carrying his shoes in his hand. He didn’t say a word until he had downed his orange juice and poured his cup of coffee.

“Where do you want to run?” he asked.

“Let’s run on the road this time,” I answered. “There won’t be any traffic this time of morning. We had a little rain during the night and the creek trail might be wet. I’d rather not run into wet spider webs this morning.”

The creek trail was a good run on level ground but not on a damp morning. The road running along the ridge went up- and down-hill in places and it was more challenging. With no sidewalks in our neighborhood, we had to run in the road but there was little early-morning traffic.

We went out the door a few minutes before six. As usual we didn’t have much to say when we were going for a run. We walked and stretched going up the first rise to where the road leveled off and then started running slowly. I waited for Kerry to set the pace and, when he did, we ran side-by-side in the middle of the road for a couple of miles. At the intersection with Ridge Line Road, we stopped and rested for a few minutes and then ran back. As usual, we stopped at the picnic area near the crest above our house. We both liked to sit at the picnic table for a while and enjoy the early morning view over the valley. The trees already had their summer green and the sun was just beginning to penetrate down in the creek valley.

“Dad, could we get together some time this weekend to talk?” he asked. “I’ve been thinking about doing something and I need to discuss it with you.” 

“Sure,” I said. “What’s it about?”

“I’ve been thinking about maybe changing to Stuart’s alma mater in California for my bachelor’s degree. The math and physics departments at the university here aren’t that good. Sometimes I’m bored in my classes. I even had one professor apologize to me.”

“Why? What would he apologize for?”

“He said he had to teach to the class and not to me. He said I needed to go where they’ve got a stronger program that will challenge me.”

“But why Stuart’s alma mater?”

“He told me they’d give me a real challenge so I looked into their programs. They’ve got some of the best profs in the world in math and physics. They’ve got great Ph.D. programs. Stuart said he’d talk to some people he knows for me. He said he’s sure I’d be admitted there but I had to talk to you before he did anything.”

I didn’t want him to go but I knew I couldn’t stand in his way. I didn’t know what Siobhan would say but I knew Alannah would be unhappy if he left home.

“We’ve got nothing planned for tomorrow,” I said. “We could take a long walk down at the creek. I’ll think of some reason why we don’t want your mother and Alannah to go with us. Is that OK?”

“Yeah, but don’t say anything to Mom about it. I want to change schools but I don’t want to leave home. I hate to think of leaving you and Mom and Alannah. I don’t know what to do. I need you to help me think about it.”

We sat without talking for a while. I’d wanted to talk to him about something else, not about him leaving home. I felt a little guilty for thinking about my own plans and not about his. I decided I’d go ahead and ask him.  

“Kerry, do you have any plans for next weekend?” I asked.

“Nope,” he answered. “Do you have something you want me to do for you?”

“No, Son. Your Mom and I want to spend part of Saturday and Sunday with Luke and Rachael. I just wanted to know if you’d mind hanging around home with the rest of the kids.”

“Nah, I don’t mind. Kavan and Brad spend most of the time watching out for their wives. I think they wish they’d never got them pregnant. They’ll probably stay next door and be miserable with each other. I can hang out here by myself and enjoy the peace and quiet.”

“We’ll leave here after lunch on Saturday and then come back around mid-day on Sunday. You’ll have to cook for yourself or go next door and eat with the others.”

“That’s OK. You’re just visiting with Luke and Rachael?” he asked. “What about Ms. Lauren and Mr. Jack? Maybe I could go with you and spend the night with Stuart and Joanne and their kids.”

“None of them will be home. They’re all going to Oregon next Thursday and won’t be back until Monday. Stuart’s sister, Marie, and her family are coming down from Alaska. They’ll spend a few days together.”

He looked at me quizzically and I knew he was trying to figure out why we were spending the night with Luke and Rachael. They’d spent the previous Sunday with us and, since they lived so close, they seldom stayed overnight with us. We had not visited with them overnight since they moved into their new house.

Luke and Rachael were proud of the house they had built on the hilltop ridge not far from the Andersens. They had stayed with the Andersens for a few months when they first moved back. Then when Mr. and Mrs. Freeloft moved to a care facility, Luke and Rachael had moved into their little house. When Luke’s father died, Luke was his only heir. They had done as he requested by putting part of his estate into a new house and part into a college fund for their kids. Lauren had given them an acre of land and they’d built their dream house on it. From the outside front, it looked like another old two-story stone house but that was deceptive. Luke had worked with Stuart and Mr. Jack and me in designing an energy-efficient modern house. From the rear, facing south, four sets of French doors opened up on a big screened porch. On the first floor inside, there was just one huge open space except for the utility room and the bathroom. Upstairs the house had four bedrooms: a big one for Luke and Rachael, one for each of the kids, and one for guests. Maybe Kerry suspected we weren’t going to spend the night in the guest bedroom.

“Well, I suppose I could go with you and Mom,” he said, with a look that told me he knew what we planned to do. “I could look after Adrianna and James Connor and Alannah while you and Mom are busy with Luke and Rachael. Somebody needs to take care of the little kids while the big ones are playing.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about them, Kerry,” I said. “We’re going to get them in the Andersen’s pool for a couple of hours and wear them out. We hope we can get them in bed and asleep by about eight. Are you going to be ready to go to bed by then?”

“Depends, Dad,” he said, with a big grin. “Who would I get to sleep with? Little kids or big kids?”

I hadn’t really given any thought the possibility that he might want to play with the big kids. Siobhan and I had never tried to hide the fact that we slept with Luke and Rachael once or twice a year. We weren’t ashamed of what we did but somehow it had always just been the four of us when we got together. I didn’t know how he’d fit in with us and what he would expect to do.

“Kerry, your Mom and I have been getting together with Luke and Rachael occasionally since you were about three or four. The first time was one weekend at the cabin. I don’t suppose you remember that, do you?”

“I remember something about being painted white and having a red dick. I know that was at the cabin and Luke and Rachael were there,” he answered. “I don’t remember the first time I knew you and Mom were having sex with them. Seems like I’ve always known it was just something you four did occasionally.”

“When it started, it wasn’t just about having sex with them, Kerry. Luke and Rachael were both in bad shape as far as love and sex before we knew them. Your mother and I tried to help them learn what sex can be like if there’s real love involved.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve heard Luke more than once talk about how you and Mom helped him and Rachael in all sorts of ways. I guess that’s why they seem like they’re almost part of our family.”

“They are part of it, Kerry,” I said. “I suppose our relationship with them is sort of mixed up. Luke’s not really my son but I love him like one anyway. He loves Siobhan like the mother he never really had.  Rachael never knew her father and she says I’m as good a father as she could have ever wanted.”

“Oh, come on, Dad,” he said. “I know you and Mom swap with Luke and Rachael. That’s not like being parents, is it? That’s called swinging, isn’t it?”

I guess I’d never thought of our relationship with Luke and Rachael like that. Since we’d married, we had never been with anyone where it was nothing but sex. Siobhan and I didn’t do anything with other couples where it was just fucking for fun with no emotional connection whatever.  There was always a lot of love and friendship before there was any sort of sex. I didn’t think it was just sex anyway. It was more like we were loving each other and the sex was just a part of that.

“Son, I think of swinging as just fucking for fun, with no emotional attachment,” I said. “It’s never been like that with us. I know Stuart and Joanne have let you play with them a few times. Do you think they’d have done that without caring a lot about you? I know they fool around with Luke and Rachael occasionally. You know how close they’ve become to Luke and Rachael, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” he answered. “Stuart and Luke are like best friends and I guess Joanne and Rachael are too. I know what their relationship is like, Dad. Last summer I saw it up close and first hand.”

From the look on his face, I knew he meant more than his words were saying. I wasn’t surprised. He’d never told me about it but I felt sure he’d been a welcome addition to a foursome at least once.

I stood up and did a few stretching exercises, just easy ones to keep me loose while I cooled down. He stood up and stretched too, keeping his eyes on me and waiting for my response.

“Kerry, if they invited you to play with them, it’s because they love you,” I said. “They’d never think of just picking up some kid your age off the street to play with them.”

“Yeah, I know, Dad. I’ve stayed with Stuart and Joanne dozens of times and I could count on my hands the number of times they’ve let me play with them. Since Luke and Rachael moved back, Stuart and Joanne have been getting together with them once in a while. I’ve been invited to play with the four of them just one time. I don’t try to butt in on something like that.”

“Did you have fun?” I asked.

He flashed a big grin at me. “Yeah, we all did. They let me do everything with them.”

“And you think you’d like to have fun with us next weekend and do everything with us?”

“I don’t know, Dad. I’m just curious. You know me. I’ve never seen you and Mom doing stuff like that with another couple. Do you have fun when you do it?”

“Sure. We all do. That’s why we do it. But you’d better think twice about doing it with us. I don’t think it would be quite like it was when you played with Stuart and Joanne and Luke and Rachael. I’m not sure how you’d fit in.”

“Dad, when I was with them, I didn’t do anything unless I knew it was OK with them.”

He stepped up on the picnic bench and then on up on the table. He looked around at the creek valley and then at the next ridge over from ours. There were a few houses visible on the ridge top but most were hidden by the big trees. He held his hand out to me. I took it and climbed up beside him. We both stood there for a minute or so enjoying the view. 

“Kerry, when we shower together, do you like it when we swap back scrubs?” I asked. 

He looked at me quizzically and I suppose he was wondering where I was going with my question.

“Yeah, Dad, I like it,” he answered. “Getting scrubbed feels good. It seems like it’s another way of showing we like each other.”

“Well, how would you like to swap blow jobs with me?” I asked. “We both like oral sex. Would you be OK with that?”

He looked at me with complete surprise.  “Shit, Dad, I don’t know. You’ve taught me a lot about sex but we’ve never done anything like that with each other. You don’t want to, do you? Not really?”

“Has your mother ever made you think she wanted you to fuck her? I know we’ve done other stuff when we’ve played around with you kids but I don’t think she’s ever tried to get you or Kavan to fuck her, has she?”

“Nah, Dad, I guess we always thought we had to be like we are with Arial, you know, like it was OK to do some things but we weren’t supposed to try to get our dicks in her.”

“But would you really like to fuck…that’s not the way to put it…would you like to make love to your mother? Would you do it if you knew it was OK with her and with me? The truth, now.”

I stepped down off the table to the bench and then to the ground. He followed me and stood there looking at me with a frown on his face. I knew everybody had a rich fantasy life. I certainly did, even with a damn good real sex life. I didn’t know whether he’d ever fantasized about sex with his mother.

“Dad, that’s…that’s not easy to answer,” he finally said.

“Well, try it. Take your time. Just tell the truth.”

“Well, you asked me if I’d like to do it. The answer to that is, yeah, fucking aye, I’d like to do it. She’s one damn sexy woman. She’s not like a girl. She’s like a real woman. I don’t think there’s a man alive who wouldn’t react to her that way. I’ve thought about it lots of times. Sometimes when I jack off, I think about doing it with her. Sometimes I think about doing it with Arial. Course, I think about lots of other girls and women too. ”

“That’s normal, Kerry,” I said. “Do you want me to ask your mother if she’ll let you do it with her?”

“I’m not finished answering, Dad,” he protested. “I know it’s normal to fantasize about it. But you didn’t ask me if I’d actually do it with her if I could. Maybe you should have asked me that.”

“Well, would you?”

He sat there looking at me for a while and then he slowly shook his head.

“I don’t know, Dad. I don’t want to cause problems between you and Mom. I like having you as a father. I like having her as a mother. I don’t think I’d do it with her even if I could but that’s my big head doing the thinking. When my little head’s doing the thinking, I’d probably fuck anybody.”

“Well, you’d better think hard about wanting to be with us next weekend. I don’t think you understand how it is when we’re with Luke and Rachael. It gets pretty wild sometimes.”

“Yeah, I know. It got pretty wild when I was with Stuart and Joanne and Luke and Rachael that one time. Boy, that was really something.”

We started walking down the hill toward our house. In the years we’d lived on the ridge, he’d grown from a small child to a man as tall as me. I knew he wasn’t a child anymore. For years, I’d tried to guide him in matters of love and sex and he’d always accepted my guidance. Still, I’d never thought of him as a sexually-mature young man who would want to play with Siobhan and me. I didn’t know what was the right thing to do this time. I put my hand on his shoulder and he turned and looked at me.

“Kerry, I’ve always told you that you shouldn’t talk about what you do with someone else when it comes to sex. Will you keep it to yourself if I tell you a little about what we do when we’re with Luke and Rachael?”

“Dad, you’ve told me lots of stuff you’ve done. I’ve never told anybody else about any of it.”

“Son, you know I like oral sex. Your mother does too. So do Luke and Rachael. Usually it’s me and Luke doing it with your mother and Rachael and swapping around. What would you say if I told you I’ve done it with Luke and Siobhan has done it with Rachael?”

He looked at me with a leering grin but he didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I said. “The first time we played with them, at the cabin, Rachael and your Mom got me and Luke to play with each other while they watched. Then later, we watched them do it to each other. We’ve done that more than once.”

“You’re saying I might end up sucking somebody’s dick, aren’t you?” he asked. “Maybe even yours.”

“Maybe. I like to watch two women doing oral sex with each other,” I admitted. “I think they like to watch two men doing it too.”

“Damn, I guess I never thought of you doing something like that,” he said.

“That’s not all, Kerry. A couple of times, we’ve tied one person down and then the other three have tried to drive them crazy. Think about that one.”

He thought about it and his grin seemed to get even wider. “You mean, like they tie you down and then Rachael and Mom – and Luke - suck your dick?”

“Yes, like that. And sometimes somebody’s at the other end too, and I’m using my mouth on somebody else.”

“And you’re tied down while you’re doing this?”

“Yes, but it’s not just me that’s been tied down. We’ve all had a turn at it.  Have you ever tried it?”

“Uh uh, but I’d like to. What else do you do? Is there anything that’s off limits?”

“Well, yeah, not off limits but there’s something nobody really wants to do. Anal sex. Nobody’s ever been fucked in the ass while the four of us were together.”

“Have you ever done that with Mom?” he asked.

“Yeah, just once, years ago. I talked her into letting me try it. I don’t think she really liked it. I’ve never really wanted to do it again. Have you ever done it?”

“Yeah, just once. It was OK but I like pussy better.”

“Me too.”

“But a guy did it to you once when you were in college, didn’t he? Did you like it?”

We turned in to the drive way to our house. I knew we weren’t finished with our talk so I stopped under the hickory tree beside the driveway.

“Yeah, I liked it. Maybe I liked it too much. I’ve never wanted to do it again.”

“Not even with Luke? Come on, Dad, the truth.”

What was the truth? I thought back to the first weekend Siobhan and I spent with Luke and Rachael. Luke and I had been teased or goaded or dared to try oral sex with each other and I had really gotten into it when Luke and I were kissing. I remembered being scared to death that I really wanted him to fuck me in the ass.

“Kerry, I don’t know what the truth is sometimes. Luke and I have never fucked each other. That’s the truth. Did I ever want him to fuck me? Not bad enough to try to get him to do it. How the hell did we ever get into this subject?”

“You were trying to tell me how wild it gets sometimes when you’re with Luke and Rachael.”

 “Well, it’s not like Luke and I are hot to get at each other, Son. We’re not. We just don’t mind if we touch each other or stuff like that. Do you know what happens when you’re eating stuffed pussy?”

“Yeah!” he said. “I really like that.”

“I’ve done it when Rachael or Siobhan’s sitting on Luke’s dick more than once. He’s done it when one of them’s on mine. Both women love it. You can’t do something like that when you’re afraid to get your mouth on another guy’s dick.”

“Dad, don’t tell anybody I told you but we did that when I was with the four of them. I know what it’s like to eat stuffed pussy and I know what it’s like to be the stuffer.”

“Well, you’d better think hard about doing it with the four of us. We don’t get in a hurry about doing it and we don’t just swap partners. We’ll play with each other using our hands and mouths for a while before anybody sticks a dick in a pussy. Then when we start fucking, I do it with both women and so does Luke. Sometimes we fuck around for quite a while before anybody has an orgasm. We might swap three or four times, doing it in different positions, getting silly, having fun, before we get so hot we can’t hold back anymore.  How would you fit into that? I usually come once in Rachael and once in Siobhan. So does Luke. Is that what you want to do with us? Do you want to fuck Rachael and your mother, taking turns with me and Luke?  

“Dad, that’s what we did when I played with Luke and Rachael and Stuart and Joanne. They let me do everything that Luke and Stuart did. I came once in Joanne and once in Rachael.”

“Yeah, but neither of them is your mother,” I said. “I just don’t see how you can think of Siobhan as your mother one minute and then think of her as a sex partner the next. You need to think about how you feel about her and whether you want that to change. I’m not sure how I’d feel about you doing it with her and I don’t know how Siobhan would feel. Maybe she’d rather just be your mother and that’s all.”

“Dad, I don’t really want to change anything. I don’t think I’d want to keep on doing it with her. I’m just….shit…I don’t know. I guess I’m just curious to know what it would be like to do it with her, maybe just one time.”

“Kerry, I’ll talk to Siobhan and see what she thinks. If she thinks it would be OK, we’ll talk to Luke and Rachael and see what they say. If we do let you join the grownups, you probably ought to stop calling me Dad. Maybe you’d better call me Kieran and call your mother Siobhan when we’re playing.”

He looked at me somberly at first and then let a little smile lift his lips. He punched me on the shoulder and then danced away when I tried to get him back.

“OK, Kieran,” he said. “You talk to Siobhan. If she says no, I won’t argue. I’ll even be willing to go with you and take care of the little kids while you and Siobhan play with Luke and Rachael. Just let me know what you two decide.”

I started to go in to the single garage on the front of the house where Siobhan parked her car. He started toward the part of the driveway that curved down behind the house to the basement area where he and I parked our cars. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in his direction.

“Let’s go to my bachelor pad, Kieran,” he said, grinning at me. “You can shower in the basement with me and we can swap blow jobs, I mean back scrubs.”

I suppose it was his bachelor pad but Siobhan still insisted in knowing about any girls he brought to it. He and Kavan and Brad and I had walled off the garage area of the basement from the rest. Then I’d had a bathroom installed as well as a separate heating and cooling system. We even had a small home gym that we all used. I wanted to have the entire area tiled but Siobhan and Kerry wanted carpet in the bedroom. It really was a nice separate apartment now.

In the shower, while we swapped back scrubs, I kept thinking about the ramifications of what Kerry wanted to do. After Alannah was born, Siobhan and I had played around with the kids only a few times, a couple of times at the cabin with the Andersens, and a few more at home. I knew we’d done things with them that were close to incest but, as far as I knew, none of us had ever gone all the way. 

Kerry slapped me on the butt and I knew that was his signal that he’d finished with my back scrub. I turned around and looked him up and down. His dick was swollen from the warm shower and it and his balls were both hanging down low. He was at that stage of youthful beauty when almost any woman would probably spread her legs for him. I wondered if Siobhan would want to if she knew it was OK with me.

He saw where I was looking and then gave my body the same deliberate look. I glanced down where he was looking. My dick and balls were hanging just as low as his. There was little difference in our equipment. His foreskin was longer and, when his dick was soft, it completely covered the head and protruded another half inch or so. He called it his little elephant trunk. My foreskin just barely covered the head of my dick. He’d teased me more than once that he could pick up a peanut with his and I couldn’t.

He moved up closer in front of me, lifted his dick with his right hand, and then lifted mine with his left. We both looked down at what he was holding.

“Which is bigger, Kieran, mine or yours?” he asked.

I couldn’t see much difference. Both our dicks were distended a little with warmth. They looked the same in length and girth. His would be longer if we counted foreskin. 

“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe your foreskin makes yours longer. I don’t think that should count.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he said and pushed my foreskin back and pulled his back.

“They look the same now but I’ll bet mine’s bigger when it’s hard,” I said. I wondered what he was trying to prove – that his dick was bigger or that he didn’t mind touching mine. 

“Shit, I’ll bet it’s not,” he said, and moved his hand back and forth on my dick. I looked down and watched as he started stroking both our dicks. His stroking gradually became coordinated – back with the hand on his dick, forward with the hand on mine. Then forward on his and back on mine. It worked well enough that way. I put my hands on his shoulders, leaned over with my forehead against his, and we both watched. Maybe I shouldn’t have responded to what he was doing but I did. In a minute or so, we both had good hard-ons. I decided I’d lend him a hand since he was lending me one. I reached down, wrapped my hand around his dick, and started stroking it.

He straightened his head up and I did too. We looked at each other and, as a smile crept up on his lips, I couldn’t help but smile too. When he smiled more and then started laughing, I did the same. It took a minute or so for us both to quiet down.

“Do you remember the first time I did something like this, Kieran?” he asked. He pulled slowly on my dick and I did the same on his.

I thought back and remembered. “Yeah, you were about what? Twelve, maybe thirteen? I was about a head taller than you then.”

“Yeah, and now I’m a little taller than you even if I do weigh a lot less. Do you remember what you told me?” 

“No.”

I didn’t remember any specific thing I’d said to him. We both pulled a couple of times. I didn’t really want to swap hand jobs with him. I took my hand off his dick, pushed his off mine, and then put my hand on my own dick.

“You told me I’d probably be the tallest man in the family and I’d probably have the biggest dick,” he said, grinning at me.

He was my son, I loved him, and I didn’t mind conceding that to him.

“Looks like I was right about both of those things,” I said. 

“Yeah, I guess so, if foreskin counts,” he said. “I think we’re the same size if it doesn’t.”

“Do you think you’re through growing?” I asked, teasing him.

“Shit, nah, I’m going to going to add another inch or so.”

I knew he was teasing me by not specifying where he was going to grow another inch.

“Could we be serious for a minute?” I asked.

“I already am serious, Kieran,” he said, still smiling.

“The best measure of a man is not the size of his dick, Kerry,” I said. 

His smile disappeared. “I know that,” he said. “Am I about to get a little lecture?”

“Yeah, just a little one,” I said. “The best measure of a man is how well he assumes responsibility for his actions. One big part of that is how well he protects and provides for those he loves, like his wife and children.”

He stood looking at me and I guess he was thinking about what I was saying to him.

“I think you’re right, Da…I mean Kieran,” he said. “I hope I can be as good a man as you are.”

I hit him gently on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s get upstairs and fix a big breakfast. I’m hungry.”

I reached over and started to turn off the shower heads. He caught my arm.

“Wait, Kieran. Do you remember what else we did in the shower that time?”

I remembered it well. I nodded and smiled again.

“Let’s do it again,” he said. He still had his hand on his dick and was stroking it.

I shook my head. “I’m not going to get into a jack-off contest with you, Kerry. I’m saving mine for tonight. Siobhan and I are going to be in bed about eight.”

“Aw, fuck, Kieran,” he said. “I’ll bet you could get it up again tonight for her even if you do jack off this morning. We’ll have a showdown like cowboys and see who gets shot. Brad and I did that once with Arial watching.”

I wasn’t sure what he was proposing. “What did you do? You might as well tell me all about it.”

He grinned at me and I stood waiting.

“You won’t tell anybody, not even Mo...I mean Siobhan, if I tell you?”

I nodded. “I won’t tell anybody what you tell me. I’m not going to talk about what somebody else does. If it’s something I do, I don’t keep any secrets from her.”

“Sometimes Arial and Brad let me play around with them. One time she wanted to see me and Brad jack off. She got us to stand facing each other a foot or so apart and then we did it while she watched.”

 “Who won?” I asked.

“I guess it was a draw,” he said “We both got shot in the belly.”

I couldn’t help but break out in a big grin, picturing that in my mind. I knew I was a damn fool but I wanted to do it with him.

“Kerry, you and Brad are nothing but a couple of nasty little boys,” I said, smiling. “When are you going to grow up and start acting like adults?”

“Oh, fuck that shit, Kieran,” he said, smiling even broader. “You’re still a nasty little boy inside too. I’m never going to grow up inside. I’ll bet you won’t either.”

I don’t know what made me ask but I had a quick thought that he had done something else with Arial when he played with her and Brad. For years, I’d told Kavan and later Kerry when they were young that there was one thing that they shouldn’t do with her; they shouldn’t try to get their dicks in Arial’s pussy. 

“Kerry, have you ever had your dick in Arial’s pussy?” I asked.

He just grinned at me.

“Come on now, the truth, have you?” I insisted.

He grinned wider and nodded his head. “First time was a couple of years ago,” he said.

“First time? How many times have you done it with her?”

“Just a couple of times.” 

“Does Brad know about it? Is he OK with it?”

“Yeah and yeah. He was right beside us watching. Now are you going to jack off with me?”

I stood watching him for a minute or so. He was grinning at me and still moving his hand up and down on his dick. I knew he was right. I wanted to do it with him. The thought of him and Arial getting it on while Brad watched just made me hotter. I put my hand back around my dick. It had been drooping a little but it stood up quickly. I stroked it a few times and squinted my eyes at him.

“I’m Wild Bill Hitchcock, pardner. You’d better get out of town, Kid,” I said, menacingly. "If you don’t, I’ll shoot you down like a dog.”

He moved in front of me and stopped a foot or so away, facing me, his dick bumping mine. He tilted his pelvis until it was pointing upward toward my chest, and then started stoking faster.

“Shit, you couldn’t hit me with that derringer if you tried,” he said “I’m Dead-Eye Dick and I’m going to empty my Magnum on you.”

We stood there facing each other, jacking off, for a couple of minutes, watching each other. He came first, emptied his gun, and hit me three times, from my chest down to my groin. Maybe that helped me fire back. I hit him once right in the belly button, once just above his dick, and once on his leg. We stood looking at our semen running down our stomachs, trying not to laugh. We didn’t succeed. We started laughing at about the same time. I grabbed him and gave him a hug; he put his arms around my waist and held me close.

“Kieran, ask Siobhan if I can play with you two tonight,” he whispered in my ear. “You two can set the rules and I’ll do what you say.”

I leaned back and looked at his face. He was serious.

“Kerry, I can’t do that,” I protested. “I’ll tell her what you want to do but I can’t let you get your dick in her pussy tonight. She’s got to think about it for a while, maybe a few days, before she decides. You should too. It’ll be a damn big change in the way we treat each other.”

“I know, Kieran,” he said. “I promise I won’t try to do that tonight. Just tell her I’d like to play with both of you. The first time we jacked off with each other, you let me help you with her. You got your dick in her and I didn’t even try. I just jacked off. It was a lot of fun.”

He gave me his biggest Kerry grin. I gave in to him. It seems like I almost always did.

“OK, I’ll talk to her,” I said. “I’ll tell her you want to play with us tonight. I’ll let her decide whether it’s OK. Don’t you turn your charm on her. Let her make up her mind.”

“I will, Kieran,” he said. “You’ll let me know what she decides?”

“Yeah, or she will. But no matter what she says, you can’t get your dick in her tonight, OK?”

“OK.”

“And if Luke and Rachael say you’re welcome to come with us next weekend, you won’t try it then unless she wants you to, OK?”

I held out my hand to him. He took it, shook it once, and then pulled me up against him and hugged me again.
 
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(SIOBHAN)

“Daddy, look at me,” Alannah yelled for the fourth or fifth time.

She was on the diving board, a little naked red-headed cherub, ready to cannonball into the pool. Kerry was standing chest deep in the pool, waiting for her. She thought he was teaching her to do a cannonball and then to paddle to him. I knew he was really teaching her to swim well enough to be unafraid and safe in the pool. He had started by waiting, treading water, just beyond where she came up so she could paddle to him in a couple of strokes. He had gradually moved away from the diving board area until he was now standing at the edge of the deep area. Each time she cannon-balled, Kerry pretended that the splash she made was bigger than the previous time. I don’t think he fooled her.

Kieran lowered his book, took off his reading glasses, and put both down on the ground next to his lounge chair. “OK, Angel,” he said. “Give your brother a really big splash this time.”

She jumped from the end of the diving board and barely managed to get her arms wrapped around her legs before she hit the water. “Good one, Alannah, best yet!” Kerry yelled as soon as her head popped up again. She immediately started paddling toward his waiting arms. She seemed to be struggling too much and Kerry must have thought so too. He swam to her, let her wrap her arms around his neck, brought her to the edge of the pool, and then let her hang on to the gutter while he got out.

He made it look so easy. He pulled himself up and then out in one quick effort, and then wiped the water and wet hair out of his face. He bent over, caught one of Alannah’s hands and then the other, and pulled her up and out of the pool.  He looked so tall now. He’d passed Kavan months ago and just recently had added a quarter inch over Kieran. But he was still so thin that he weighed quite a bit less than his brother or his father.

I loved to watch the two of them together. Alannah had long ago captured Kerry’s heart as well as Kieran’s and they both succumbed too easily to her. She had my red hair and she loved to have Kerry brush it. She had my fair skin and freckles too. She couldn’t understand why Kerry couldn’t play with her in the pool until the sun was almost down.

Kerry tried to put her down but she held on to him. He pulled her up closer and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He brushed the wet stringy hair out of her face and kissed her on the cheek.

When I held out a towel for her, he carried her over to me, pried her arms and legs off, and gave her to me. I wrapped her up in the towel, laid back down in the lounge chair, and cuddled her.

Kerry stretched his arms and legs, took a couple of deep breaths, and then collapsed on the grass between my chair and Kieran’s, with his head toward my feet. He propped on one elbow and reached up and pulled Alana’s big toe.

“She does a great cannon ball, Mom,” he said. “She makes a really big splash. And she’s learning to swim too. I’ll bet she’ll be like a fish before the summer is over.”

Alannah giggled and squirmed up closer to me. I knew she was tired and might fall asleep. She hadn’t taken a nap during the day and swimming always left her relaxed and sleepy. I wanted to get Kieran and Kerry to help me with one of my flower beds but I hated to put her down. After our usual Saturday night sandwiches, she had talked Kerry into taking her to the pool. Kieran and I decided to join them and to sit and enjoy the rest of the late-afternoon summer sun. I decided gardening could wait a few minutes.

“Is there anything else you need to do to be ready for your new modeling contract next week?” I asked.

“Nope,” he answered. “I’ve got my schedule already and I know which sessions I’ll be in. I’ll get my braces on Tuesday morning and get my hair styled that afternoon. We’ll start Wednesday morning with everybody assembling at the high school. Mrs. Frazier is the coordinator there. It’ll be nice to see her again.”

“What do you mean – braces?” Kieran asked, from behind his book. “Your teeth are perfect.”

I glanced over at him. He was leaned back in his lounge chair with his book in front of his face and his legs spread wide, both feet on the ground, letting it all hang out. I could see a sheen of sweat on his chest and stomach. In the warmth from the sun, his scrotum was relaxed with his balls hanging down on the chair seat and his dick full and heavy against them. I looked down at Kerry.  The cool water in the pool had drawn up his scrotum and balls and his dick was almost like a kid’s again. It was cute with the little elephant-trunk protrusion of foreskin at the end.

He saw where I was looking and grinned at me. He held his hands about six inches apart and pointed at Kieran, then held his hands about a foot apart and pointed at himself. I shook my head and grinned back at him. He loved to tease Kieran that he was bigger in more ways than one.

I didn’t know which one had the biggest dick and I couldn’t see why it mattered that much. I hadn’t seen Kerry with a hard-on since the previous fall when we had all gone to the cabin to enjoy the fall leaves and Arial had suggested playing naked Twister. We all got to see six grown-up hard-ons, a good boner on a nine year old, and a couple of stiffies on two little boys.

 “They won’t be real braces, Dad,” Kerry answered. “They’ll be cosmetic ones. I just clip them in place while they’re shooting.  Mr. DeMaria did me a new portfolio showing me with braces in some shots and got me another good contract. He thinks it might be my last teen engagement. He says I’ve got to make up my mind whether I want to keep on modeling when I start filling out and looking more like a man. He says we’ll have to work on creating a new image if I do.”

“What do you mean?” Kieran asked, still behind his book. “Why do you need a new image? I thought you liked your old image. You work hard enough at it.”

“Kieran, his image has been the same for the last four years,” I answered for Kerry. “He’s always a clean-cut, innocent-looking kid, who loves classic clothes. He doesn’t have any tattoos or piercings except for the little diamond earring you gave him. Cruise Classic has been pushing a line of boy’s and young men’s clothing that looks like something from decades ago. They think lots of kids are tired of baggy jeans and sneakers and sweatshirts and want to look different. They’ve done very well with their retro look. Mr. DeMaria says Kerry has been their best model in selling the look.”

“I do like it, Dad,” Kerry said. “But if my body starts filling out like yours did now that I’m almost eighteen, I won’t have the look they want. I’m not sure I want to keep on doing it anyway. I’d like to concentrate on nothing but college for a few years.”

“He’s the lead model this time, Kieran,” I said. “Mr. DeMaria got him a contract paying twice last year’s. They’re going to portray him as a high-school senior. He and Tara Winegard will be two teens in love for the first time.” 

“Tara Winegard?” Kieran asked. “Is she Jack Winegard’s daughter? Have I met her?”

“Yeah, Dad, that’s who she is,” Kerry answered. “I haven’t seen her since I started to college. She was a high school sophomore then, real skinny and mousy. I hear she’s changed a lot. Don’t worry. I’ll let you check her out before I take her downstairs.”

Now that Kerry had the basement apartment to himself, Kieran and I wanted to know all the girls that he brought home.  Kerry was always accusing his father of being an old letch.

“How much have you made from modeling over the last four years?” Kieran asked. “Are you OK letting your Mom manage it for you?”

“After taxes and the DeMaria’s commission, he’s made almost sixty thousand dollars,” I said. “The only really expensive thing he’s bought is his car.  He’s been wearing Cruise Classic clothes that are given to him. I’ve got a little over forty thousand invested for him.”

“Damn, Young Man, I hope you appreciate that set of genes I gave you,” Kieran said, lowering his book. 

“I do, Old Man,” Kerry answered. “I’ve got your looks and Mom’s brains and the world’s mine. I’m just glad it wasn’t the other way around.”

“Kerry, have I been insulted or complimented?” I asked.

He just grinned at me. “You should be glad Mom’s a financial analyst, Dad. I wanted to pay cash for my car and she said I shouldn’t. She got me a loan through your credit union and the interest rate they’re charging is about what I’m earning on my investments. They’ve been taking the car payments out of my account for two years and I don’t even have to worry about it. I think I’m going to keep her as my advisor even after I’m eighteen this fall.”

“Well, she’s been my financial advisor for almost twenty-five years,” Kieran said. “I just sign whatever she puts in front of me and I don’t worry about it either.” 

Alannah started squirming around trying to get comfortable. She poked me with elbows in a couple of places and made me groan, Kieran came to my rescue and picked her up. She protested and wanted to come back to me. I leaned back in the lounge chair, spread the towel over my body, and held out my arms to her again. Kieran put her back down with her arms on each side of me and her face between my breasts.  I put one hand behind her head and the other on her smooth little butt and she sighed and relaxed against me.

When I looked at Kerry, he was leaned back on both elbows, watching what I was doing with Alannah. It was easy to see that he was warmer now. His testicles were hanging down in the shadows between his legs and his dick looked warm and relaxed against them.

I couldn’t make up my mind whether Kerry’s display was routine and innocent or unusual and maybe seductive. I’d seen him naked all his life. Before puberty, I loved to look at his beautiful body but I didn’t pay any particular attention to his male equipment. After puberty, I liked to look at that part of his body and to imagine what he did with it.

Kieran had told me what he wanted to do tonight and next weekend. I’d fantasized about him often enough but I still wasn’t quite sure whether I should let him. Maybe he was putting on a display to make me want to have sex with him.

I glanced at Kieran. He was leaned back in the lounge chair with his eyes closed, his book on his stomach, and both feet on the ground on each side. It was easy to see that Kerry had got another gene from his father.

Kerry started the stretching routine I’d seen him do so often, starting with his feet and moving upwards. I watched the muscles in his legs harden and relax, his pelvis move up and down a couple of times, the muscles in his stomach pop up in the six pack he was so proud of, his arms out to each side with biceps hard, his neck around and around a few times, and finally his arms outstretched above his head.

He looked eight feet long and I knew he was. When he did the routine standing up, he could easily touch the eight-foot ceiling in our family room. He played tennis and racquetball with Brad, ran with his father, lifted weights with Kavan, and was over six feet of lean hard muscle. 

Then he did something that might have been innocent but seemed deliberate to me. He reached down, pulled his balls up, brought his legs together with his ankles crossed, and then used the back of his fingers to flip his dick back over his balls. I knew all guys did it quickly to keep their balls from being scrunched when their legs were together. Kerry had done it slowly while looking at my face.

 “Mom, do you remember the time we had a pool party for Kavan?” he asked, when he was finished. “It was when Kathryn found out we usually wore just our birthday suits in the pool.”

I remembered it. I also remembered what we’d done in our bed with our children that night. That was something I could never forget. 

 “I remember it,” I said. “It was just before Kavan’s sixteenth birthday. You were nine then, weren’t you? What about it?”

“You were holding me like you’re holding Alannah when Kathryn came back in the yard,” he said. “I guess you thought I was asleep but I wasn’t. I was tired and I didn’t want to move. I watched Kathryn get undressed and then go play in the pool with Kavan and Arial. I never was asleep; I just wanted to stay on top of you.”

“I knew you weren’t asleep, Kerry,” I said. “I saw your eyelashes moving and I knew you were just pretending. I think I remember something else too. Did seeing Kathryn give you a hard-on?”

Even with a towel between us, I had felt his erection pressing against me shortly after Kieran had laid him down on top of me. I’d had one hand on his butt and the other behind his head, just the way I was holding Alannah.  He had kept squirming around, flexing his pelvis, rubbing against me, until I felt his hard-on against my stomach. Even when he slid one hand under the towel to my breast, I hadn’t said anything to stop him.

“No, Mom, you did,” he answered. “I liked being on top of you like that. I wanted to do something with you and I was hoping the towel would slip out of the way. I guess I didn’t really know what I wanted to do. Then when I saw you and Dad do it that night, I knew that was what I wanted to do with you.”  

“Kerry, you hadn’t even started into puberty then,” I said. “You were just a little boy. Did you really feel that way then?”

“Yeah, well, I may have been little but I knew what I wanted. Kavan and I jacked off before we went to bed that night. He started talking about Kathryn and playing with his dick. I watched him and played with mine but I wasn’t thinking about Kathryn. I was thinking about how it felt to be on top of you. I couldn’t squirt like Kavan did but I had a good orgasm anyway.” 

“I think you got a hard-on the first time you were on top of your Mom,” Kieran said. “I was proud of you.”

“When was that, Dad?” 

“A few minutes after you were born,” Kieran answered. “They cleaned you up and then took you to your Mom still naked. The nurse put you on top of her with your face right at her breast. You rooted around like a little puppy until you found her nipple and started sucking. When you put your little hand on the other breast, your Mom said ‘Just like his father.’  The nurses got a kick out of that.”

“Kieran, I was talking about the way he looked, not about what he was doing,” I protested.

Alannah sat up and looked around at her brother and her father. “I like being on top of Mom too,” she said. “What’s a hard-on? Can I have one too?”

“No, Angel, you can’t have one,” I said. “Only boys and men can have hard-ons. Girls and women can have something lots better.”

“What?”

I hugged her and kissed her on both cheeks. “We can have babies.”

“I’d rather have a hard-on,” Kerry whispered.

“Me too,” Kieran whispered.

“Well, what is a hard-on? Why can’t I have one?” Alannah insisted petulantly. 

“That’s what you call a man’s penis when it gets big and stiff, Alannah. It gets hard so he can push it into a woman’s vagina,” I said. “I told you about that when I told you how babies are made.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember,” she said. “I don’t want any babies for a long time.”

“If you two can spare the time, would you give me a little help with the flower beds near the fence,” I asked, trying to change the subject. “They need to be weeded and mulched. Alannah can help too.”

A few weeks earlier, Kerry had helped me plant a variety of flowers in the bed near the south-facing fence where they would get sun all day long. Kavan had brought me some bales of pine straw to use as mulch. I’d waited for the plants to get established before mulching. Weeds had also got established. 

 We worked for a while chopping the weeds with a hoe or pulling them up and then spreading the pine straw around. Alannah was content to watch and we were through just as the sun was setting. We were all sweaty and covered with debris from the mulch.

 When I suggested that we all shower in the big downstairs shower, Alannah was ready too. “I want Kerry to wash me,” she proclaimed. “I like to shower with him.”

Kerry followed the same routine with Alannah that I’d seen Kieran follow with Arial. He put the old bench in the shower area and sat down on it. Alannah got wet under the shower spray with me. When I sent her to him, he spread his knees wide and she backed up between them. He shampooed her hair and gave her back to me. I rinsed and sent her to him. He washed her back, slapped her butt, she turned around, and he washed her front. She even pretended to grab his penis and Kerry slapped her hand away, just like Arial and Kieran. Kieran just stood there under the shower, watching and grinning.

“Kieran, would you take Alannah upstairs and dry her hair,” I asked, when we were all through showering. “I want to talk to Kerry about something. Maybe you could put her to bed and read her a story.”

As soon as they were gone, I sat down on one end of the bench and patted the other end so Kerry would sit with me.

“Kieran told me what you want to do, Kerry,” I said. “He said he’d leave it up to me to decide. Are you sure? It will change everything between us.”

“Not everything,” he protested, “not the important things.”

“What do you mean?”

“This morning when I was talking to Dad, he said I could call him Kieran and call you Siobhan if you let me play with you two tonight. Is that OK with you?”

I nodded.

“Siobhan, I love you,” he said, looking at me.

I wasn’t sure what he meant or how to respond.

“I love you too, Kerry,” I said.

“Did that change anything important between us?” he asked.

“No, you may call me Mom or Siobhan,” I said. “It won’t change the way I love you. Letting you make love to me may.”

“Siobhan, I’ll always love you,” he said. “I’ll always be grateful that you gave me life, with a little help from Kieran, of course. I love you for nurturing me in your body and then feeding me from your breasts. Your breasts are so beautiful. Seems like I’ve always wanted to get my hands and mouth on them.”

He reached over with one hand and touched me on one of the nipples from which I’d fed him. It was like an electric shock and I felt it even down between my legs. 

“Kerry, my breasts are too droopy now,” I protested. “I’ve fed four kids with them. My hips are too wide. I’m not a young woman anymore. I’m getting old and about to be a grandmother.”

“Siobhan, you’re still beautiful,” he said. “I know you’re not a girl. You’re a real woman. I think Brad’s right. He says you’re like some sort of earth mother or goddess. You’re the center that holds all of our family together. All of us know that.”

“Thank you, Kerry,” I said, a little surprised at the earnestness with which he said it.

“Siobhan, I’m beginning to want to leave home. I want to get out in the world on my own. I’m thinking about going to Stuart’s alma mater in California. I want do everything and see everything and be everything. I want to love everything and everybody. But you’ll always be at the center of my life. I want to make love to you at least once.”

I sat there beside him, my eyes moist and close to crying. I knew I was warm and moist somewhere else too. I didn’t know what to do.

 “Are you sure you can think of me as a woman and not as your mother, Kerry?” I finally asked.

“Try me,” he said.

I stood up, moved in front of him, and pulled his face to my breasts. He did the same thing Kieran does sometimes – closed his eyes, rubbed his face back and forth between my breasts, breathed deeply a couple of times like he wanted to inhale my scent, and then put his mouth on one of my breasts and his hand on the other. I shut my eyes and let him do what we both wanted. I knew I wanted him; I still didn’t know whether I should let him do what he wanted to with me.

When he touched me at the juncture of my thighs, I spread my legs wider without even thinking. He cupped his hand over my vulva, rubbed my labia, and then slowly used his middle finger to separate my inner lips. He gently pushed that one long finger into my vagina and stirred up the juices it was already exuding. 

I quit thinking and gave in to his mouth and finger. I wanted to stand there with him sucking and finger-fucking me until I came. I was surprised when he stopped, put his palm against my stomach, and pushed away from me. I looked down and saw him looking up at me. He brought his middle finger to his mouth and sucked on it. I wanted his dick where his finger had been. 

I held out my hand to him; he took it and stood up in front of me. I moved closer to him until my breasts were against his chest and his dick was against my stomach. It was warm and firm but not quite hard enough to stand up. He put his arms around me and looked down at me. I cupped my hands around his butt and pulled him tight up against me. I looked up at him. “Kiss me,” I whispered.

He started off slowly, just his lips lightly against mine, then I touched his lips with my tongue, and he opened his mouth to mine. Within seconds, he was kissing me hungrily, first open mouth to open mouth, then kissing my closed eyes, my cheeks, my throat, and then back to my mouth. It wasn’t a son to mother kiss; it was a hungry kiss, a man to woman kiss. 

He dropped his hands to my butt, pulled me against him, and began to rub his dick against me, still kissing me. It was hard in seconds. He reached down, pointed it upwards, pressed it against me again, and then put his hands back on my butt. He started moving his dick against me and, at the same time, sliding his hands around and between my legs until I felt his fingertips touch my labia. I put my hand between our bodies and wrapped my hand around his dick. It was hot and stiff and hard, just like Kieran’s. I wanted him in the same way I’d always wanted Kieran. I could hardly breathe and I was drowning in wanting to be fucked.

He stopped kissing me and I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was grinning at me, his Kerry grin that he used so often to get what he wanted.

“I want you like a man wants a woman, Siobhan,” he whispered.

I wrapped my arms around him, buried my face in the side of his neck, and held on to him. He waited. I decided to give him what he wanted. I pushed away from him, sat down on the bench, and spread my knees wide.

“Come here,” I said.

He moved in front of me. I bent his dick down, pushed the foreskin back, and took the head in my mouth. I used my hand on the shaft and my lips and tongue on the head and tried to suck him into me. He put his hands on the back of my head and let me do what I wanted to do. I wanted him to drown me in his semen.

“Don’t make me come this way, Siobhan,” he whispered after a minute or so. “Let’s go upstairs with Kieran. Let us both play with you, OK?”

I pulled back and looked up at him. I thought of one more thing I wanted to do before we went up to be with Kieran. It was the one thing from which there could be no return.

I straddled one end of the bench and patted the other end. “Sit down here like this,” I whispered. 

He sat down astride the bench. I looked at his face, all serious now, and then at his up-pointed dick with a crystal-like drop oozing from the end. I knew I wanted it in me.

I stood up, moved closer until I was straddling his legs, and then slid down against his body. When I was close enough, I reached down, held his dick, and rubbed the head against my labia. I had just positioned it at the entry to my vagina when he put his big hands on my waist and stopped my downward descent.

“Don’t do that, Siobhan,” he whispered. “We can’t.”

I looked at his face. “I thought it was what you wanted.”

“It is,” he said. “But we can’t do it tonight. I promised Kieran I wouldn’t try to get my dick in you tonight. I’m supposed to give you until next weekend to think about it.”

“But I thought you wanted to be with me and Kieran tonight,” I whispered. 

“I do,” he whispered. “But I promised Kieran. Let’s go upstairs with him. He’s the only one who gets his dick in you tonight. I’m going to do everything else with you except that.”


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