
THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Sixty-Seven


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
Siobhan Stuart; Kerry Stuart; Kieran Stuart

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(SIOBHAN)

On Thursday morning, I tried to keep my mind on preparing breakfast for Alannah, Kerry, and Kieran. Alannah was doing gymnastics in her chair at the kitchen table. All she had on was a nightgown and it didn’t hide much. She couldn’t sit still and she showed her backside one minute and her front the next. But she was easy to please at breakfast. I gave her a glass of milk and a slice of raisin bread spread with cream cheese and she was satisfied.

I had on my typical morning outfit - white cotton panties, white socks, and a loose robe that wouldn’t stay closed. Kieran always said looking at me in the morning was lots better than reading the cereal box.

He came in the kitchen dressed in khaki pants and a knit shirt and I knew from his casual dress that he wouldn’t be seeing anybody outside of the Andersen Security employees all day. As usual, he drank a glass of orange juice before anything else. While he teased Alannah, I poured him a cup of coffee, toasted a split bagel, and spread cream cheese on both sides. On Tuesday night we’d grilled pineapple for dessert and had leftovers. I gave both of them some of that and let Kieran cut up Alannah’s.

All I could think about was what Kieran and I had decided last night after he told me of his conversation with Kerry. We’d talked for over an hour about him, what he wanted to do, and what we should do.

Kieran wasn’t troubled by what Kerry wanted to do. For all of his life, Kerry had wanted to be close to me, to put his hands and mouth on my breasts, and even to sleep with us sometimes. I’d always known his love for me was different from Kavan’s or Arial’s. After puberty, I’d seen that love develop a sexual attraction to me. I’d wondered for years how I’d respond if he wanted more than sexual play and wanted to consummate his love for me in the usual way.

Kieran wasn’t surprised when I told him I wanted to let Kerry make love to me but I couldn’t decide whether it was the right thing to do. The religious prohibition of incest meant no more to him than it did to me. I couldn’t have any more children. Kerry was an adult at seventeen and more intelligent and wise about sex than most people years older. Neither of us could see any harm that would come from letting Kerry do what he wanted to do. It was something I wanted too.

We talked about all the reasons why we shouldn’t let him do what he wanted to do and dismissed them. Kieran told me it was my decision, that he knew a woman’s heart doesn’t listen to her mind, and that he would always love me no matter what. So I decided to listen to my heart.
 
Kieran suggested we should ask Kerry to give Alannah a swimming lesson after dinner to wear her out so she’d go to bed early, then to bathe her and read to her, and finally to join us in our bedroom when she was asleep.

Kerry was late coming up from his basement bachelor pad. When I got up, a little after six, he’d been in the back yard washing his car and that was unusual. He always washed and polished it on the weekend. I put a glass of OJ, another of milk, and some pineapple at his place and put another split bagel in the toaster. When he finally ran up the steps, he wasn’t dressed. He had on white briefs and sandals – nothing else. The words Cruise Classic were on the front of the waistband, one word in sky blue, the other in aquamarine. He had a plastic bag in one hand.

“Where’s the ironing board, Mom?” he asked, in a hurry. “I need to get the wrinkles out of my shirt and shorts.”

He took a new shirt out of the bag, a Cruise Classic of course, in navy blue with sky blue and aquamarine stripes, shook it out, and inspected it. 

“Yeah, it could use a little touching up,” he said. “Where’s the iron?”

“Slow down, Kerry,” I said, and took the shirt from him. “I’ll do it for you. Sit down and eat your breakfast.” 

He pulled some khaki shorts out of the bag, inspected them, and then handed them to me. 

“I can do it, Mom,” he said. “You take care of Dad and Alannah.”

“What’s going on, Kerry?” Kieran asked. “I heard you leave a little after nine last night and then come back about ten. You washed your car at the crack of dawn this morning. Now you’re in a hurry to get those things ironed. Whazzup?”

Kerry didn’t stop even while Kieran was talking. He unfolded the ironing board, plugged in the iron, and sat it up to get hot.

“I got a call from Mr. DeMaria about nine last night,” he finally said. “He thinks he’s talked Cruise Classic into something great. They may build their fall advertising campaign around me and Tara. I’ve got to pick her up before I go to work. They’re going to shoot a video, I guess you’d call it an audition, when we drive up and walk in the school this morning. If they like it, they’ll do some videos and photos for their website and for ads and we’ll get a big increase in our contracts.”

He picked up his orange juice and drank it in a second or two.

“Well, did you have to go somewhere to talk to him?” I asked. “You know I’ve asked you not to go out at night without letting us know where you are.”

“I came upstairs but you and Dad had already gone to bed,” he answered. “I met Mr. and Mrs. DeMaria at school where they’re storing all the clothes for the photo shoot. Tara got her brother to bring her. Her parents don’t want her to go out by herself at night. Mr. DeMaria wanted us to pick out some new Cruise Classic stuff to wear. They helped us pick some things that would look good on us.”

He picked up the glass of milk and made it disappear just as quickly.

“How did DeMaria swing this?” Kieran asked. “I thought you’d had your contract for months.”

“He watched me and Tara when we were eating lunch on Tuesday and got the idea. I don’t know what he saw but he got one of the Cruise execs to come to lunch on Wednesday. They both watched us and I guess the exec liked what he saw. Mr. DeMaria said we really held his attention the way we were with each other, something about our interaction, and the way we looked at each other. He said he couldn’t take his eyes off us and that’s what they want the ads to do.” 

Kieran poured himself a little more coffee and looked up at Kerry.”Do you want a cup?”

Kerry shook his head no. “I can’t drink coffee now. It makes me sweat and I don’t want dark circles showing in the clothes under my arms. Models don’t sweat. We’re always cool.”

“Well, sit down and eat something,” I said. “I’ll press your shirt and shorts.”

He sat down, poured himself another glass of milk, and put cream cheese and strawberry preserves on his bagel. His excitement was all too evident. I wondered if it was because he was thinking of the increase in his contract or because he’d have more “interaction” with Tara. I remembered her from her visits to our house. She’d been a tall thin quiet girl then, cute but not all that impressive. 

I sprayed a mist of water on the shirt and shorts and then started ironing them, thinking about what Kieran had told me and what I’d learned this morning. Kieran and I had decided I should invite him to join us tonight after Alannah was asleep. Now I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I kept looking at him, watching him, seeing something more than excitement. He seemed uneasy or agitated by something else. Every time he looked at me, he quickly looked away as though he couldn’t….couldn’t what? Kieran must have seen it too.

“Kerry, are you upset about something?” he asked.

I kept my eyes on Kerry’s face. It was evident now that there was something other than excitement. His eyes almost closed and the muscles in his jaw looked clenched and hard.

“Oh, shit, I don’t know what to do,” he finally blurted out. “Why does it all have to be so god damn hard?”

He looked at Alannah and then at me. “I’m sorry,” he said. He knew I didn’t like him to use profanity around his little sister.

I walked over in front of him, lifted his chin, and made him look at me. “Tell me what’s wrong, Kerry,” I said.

“It’s just…I don’t know what to do. Kieran, I mean Dad, told me you two were going to Luke and Rachael’s on Saturday night and I wanted to go with you. Maybe I shouldn’t but I wanted to do the same things Dad and Luke do and you said OK. Then I didn’t want to be with you, not for the first time I mean, with Luke and Rachael there, and Dad said he’d see if you’d let me…” He looked at Alannah. “…be with you tonight or tomorrow night.”

He stopped to catch his breath. “Go on,” I urged.

“Then this thing with Cruise…just right after I’d talked to Dad yesterday about you…it’s just like somebody or something is pushing me into seeing more of Tara. I like her and maybe there’s the possibility of something…I don’t know what… between me and her but, shit, I don’t know what to do. Why does it have to be so hard to know what to do and what’s the right thing to do?”

Kieran stood up, scooped up Alannah, and started to the family room. “Alannah’s finished. I’m going to put her in front of the cartoon channel. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

I tried to understand what was causing Kerry to feel so unsure about what he wanted to do or should do. He was the one who had said he wanted to go with us to play with Luke and Rachael. He was the one who asked Kieran if it would be OK if he could be with me before he went to the Bridges. And he was the one who said he wanted Kieran to be there while he was with me. What was different? Tara! He sensed an opportunity, a possibility, to have some sort of relationship with her. I knew what was causing him to feel confused. He didn’t want to hurt me. He wanted to make love to me but not if I might feel that he was really thinking of Tara and wanted to be with her. I suppose it all made sense, at least to him.

“Kerry, are you afraid you’ll hurt my feelings?” I asked. “Now that I know you’re thinking about what might happen with Tara, do you think you’ll make me unhappy if you make love with me?”

Kieran came back in the kitchen while I was talking to Kerry and sat down again at the kitchen table. “Sit down, Siobhan,” he said.” “Let’s see if we can help him sort this out.”

I sat down at the end of the table, Kerry on one side, Kieran on the other, and tried to think of what to say. Kieran started.

“Kerry, last night, when I talked to Siobhan, she was very happy for you, happy that you felt you and Tara might get to be more than friends. She was especially excited when I told her that you’d asked me how I knew I wanted to marry her as soon as I saw her. We both want you to find a girl like Tara, one that you will marry and love for the rest of your life. There’s nothing wrong with that. There’s everything right about it.”

“Yeah, but I shouldn’t…” he paused and looked at me. “I shouldn’t be thinking about making love with you if I’m thinking about something with Tara. That’s not right.”

“Kerry, this all started when you learned we were going to play with Luke and Rachael,” I said. “You’re an adult now. You’ll be one legally this fall. You want to play with the grownups now instead of with the little kids. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he answered.

“Do you think you’re going to have some sort of permanent relationship with Rachael or Siobhan?” Kieran asked. 

“No, of course not,” he answered.

I’d heard enough to understand why he was confused. He was just being Kerry: always concerned about others’ feelings, always doing his best not to hurt anyone, and always a caring loving person. There was no need for his concern for me. He couldn’t hurt me. He wanted to love me completely before he flew from our family. I wanted to be with him just as much, just once before he went wherever it was he had to go. Kieran had told me last night that he understood, that he’d seen it coming, and that he wouldn’t be hurt if Kerry made love to me. I decided to take charge.

“Kerry, would you get up and come over here in front of me?” I asked.

He looked at me, puzzled I suppose, but he did what I asked. I opened my legs in a vee, took both his hands in mine, and pulled him up between my knees. I glanced at Kieran and saw him smiling. I looked up at Kerry; he wasn’t smiling. 

“Kerry, tonight after dinner, I want you to take Alannah to the pool and give her another swimming lesson. Then run her through the shower and shampoo her hair. Use the blow dryer set on low to dry it. Take her to bed and read to her until she falls asleep. Can you do that for me?” I asked.     

He nodded. “Sure.”

I turned loose of one of his hands and cupped my hand under the bulge in his briefs. I could feel his testicles under my fingertips and his penis under the palm of my hand. I held my hand against him until I felt a swelling response in his dick.
 
“When she’s asleep, I want you to come to our bedroom,” I continued. “Kieran and I will be waiting for you. I want to play with both of you just a little. I want you to make love to me first. Then I want Kieran to take his turn. Will that be OK with you?”

He nodded and then whispered, “Yes.”

“Kerry, you’ve got to understand that there can be no turning back after tonight,” Kieran said. “You may not believe it but she’s always been restrained in sex with you kids. You’ve never seen her as a woman who wants to be fucked until she loses all her inhibitions. She can get really wild sometimes.”

I glanced at Kieran and saw him looking where I had my hand. I squeezed Kerry’s dick and balls very gently and then continued.

“Kieran tells me you want to be quiet and loving and gentle tonight. Is that right?”

He nodded. “I want to make love to you. I want you to know how much I love you. That’s all I want.”

“Kerry, do we have to be quiet and gentle tonight?” Kieran asked. “I think you’re making this too serious. Siobhan and I are like that sometimes but we love to play and get silly like kids and just have fun when we’re with each other. That’s a good way of loving each other too.”

“Whatever. As long as she knows I love her.”

“And you want Kieran to be there while you’re doing it?” I asked.

“Yeah, I want him to watch me with you. I don’t want to hide anything from him. Than I want him to do it with you and I’ll watch. You two have always taught us not to be ashamed of anything we do when it comes to sex. I’m not going to be ashamed of loving you.”

“When you come to our bedroom, will you tell me about Tara?” I asked. “I haven’t seen her in a couple of years. Will you tell me what she looks like and how you feel when you’re with her? Then we’ll very gently put her outside our bedroom and close the door. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I understand,” he said. “I’ll bring her out in the open and then send her away.”

“And you want to go with us to Luke and Rachael’s this weekend?” Kieran asked. “We’ll all probably get really wild and crazy there. There’s no telling what we’ll do.”

“Yeah, that’s the way I hope it will be. I’ve played with them a few times, just like I’ve played with Stuart and Joanne. I even played with the four of them once. I really like it when we’re fucking around playing with each other and anything goes.”

“Well, if you go with us to Luke and Rachael’s, will you tell them about Tara, just like you’re going to tell me tonight?” I asked. “They will be happy for you, that you’ve met a girl who makes you think you might marry her. Tell them everything about her.  Then we’ll send her away again, OK?”

“OK, but I want to warn you,” he said, with his big Kerry grin. “If I go with you to Luke and Rachael’s this weekend, I’m going to play with you and Rachael like Kieran and Luke do, probably even better. When they can’t get it up again, I’ll still have a hard-on. I’ll going to do my best to screw you and Rachael until you both beg for mercy.”

I couldn’t help but grin back at his threat. “We’ll see about that,” I said. “You might be the one begging. Now are there any questions?”

He pulled his briefs down with one hand, pulled his balls up with the other, and then tucked the waistband behind his balls. His dick was as close to a hard-on as it could get in his briefs. Freed, it swelled more and lifted up until it was pointing at my face. As it lifted, his foreskin crept back until about half the head was uncovered.

“Yeah, just one,” he said. “Would you help me get this fucking thing in my shorts so I can go to work?”

I leaned over, kissed it on its red head, and then looked up at him. “Did that help?”

Kieran had been sipping the last of his coffee and watching what I was doing. Now he stood up and walked around behind Kerry.

“Here, let me help,” he said. “What you need is…a good wedgie!” 

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(KERRY)

Alannah was an angel as usual, a very sleepy little girl. I read to her for about ten minutes while she fought to keep her eyes open. When she finally surrendered, I kept reading for a couple of minutes and then eased off her bed and out the door, keeping my eyes on her. She didn’t move. I turned out the light and closed the door.

I looked down the hall toward Kieran’s and Siobhan’s bedroom and saw their door open and the lights on bright. I had a quick piss in the bathroom that had been mine and Arial’s and then went down the hall. 

Siobhan had told me to come to their bedroom when Alannah was asleep. Kieran had invited me too, after he almost split me with a wedgie. But I was still apprehensive. I wasn’t afraid of not being able to get it up and use it. My dick was always ready. But I wanted making love with Siobhan to be perfect for her. I didn’t want her to let me do it to satisfy me. I wanted her to enjoy it at least as much as when Kieran did it, maybe even more. I took a couple of deep breaths, tapped on the door, and walked in.

They were already naked but they weren’t just waiting for me. Kieran was sitting at an angle at the foot of the bed, one leg bent and on the bed, the other with the foot on the floor. Siobhan was lying on her back, two pillows under her shoulders and head, with one foot resting on Kieran’s leg. He was bent over painting, polishing, whatever they call it, her toenails. He turned and looked at me.

“Damn, you caught me,” he said. 

“Yeah, I always thought you were a pervert,” I teased. “Putting that red stuff on her toe nails – next thing you’ll be sucking on her toes.”

“He’s just being sweet to me, Kerry,” Siobhan said. “Every time I’ve been pregnant, he’s kept my toe nails pretty for me. He does it because it’s one way of showing he loves me. Brad and Kavan are doing it for Arial and Kathryn now. You should learn to do it too.”

“Yeah, you need to learn,” Kieran said. “Sit down here.” He patted the bed on the other side of Siobhan’s legs. “She’s got two feet. You can do the other one. She’s right, you know. I do it because I love her.”

I stood watching for a while longer. Kieran was painting her fourth toe and only the little toe remained. I shifted my gaze upward to her mons and the thatch of red hair shining in the light. I could see the pink inner lips of her pussy framed within the red hair on each side. They were slightly open and I could see the darker-red glistening flesh inside. I wanted to tease them apart further with my tongue. My dick liked that idea. I felt the blood begin to flow into it and it started to engorge.

I glanced at her face and saw her smiling at me. She knew where I’d been looking and she knew the effect it had on me. I looked down at her breasts and then back and forth between her vulva and her breasts. On her back, her breasts were flattened and bulged off to each side a little but they were still beautiful. I wanted to get my mouth on the pink aureoles and strawberry-red nipples and then get my tongue down below in her pink and red and coral pussy. 

Kieran slapped me on my stomach and I looked at him. He was holding the nail polish bottle toward me. I took it, sat down on the bed in a mirror image of him, and put Siobhan’s other foot on my leg. My balls settled down resting on the bed and my dick hung down there too, swollen but almost ready to start getting hard.

Kieran moved up on the bed a little, turned on his side toward Siobhan, and put her right leg over his. He leaned over, looked down between her legs, moved back a little, and looked again. He nodded his head a couple of times and I suppose he was satisfied that her legs were far enough apart.

“Kerry, would you tell us about Tara, please?” Siobhan asked. “What does she look like now? What’s she like?”

Kieran leaned over so that his face was about a foot above her pussy. I tried to concentrate on her toes and not to look between her legs at what he was doing. I took a deep breath and managed to paint her little toenail. When I glanced at Kieran, he was pulling her little lips apart with his finger.

I wrestled my eyes away and answered. “Well, she’s taller than you, Siobhan. She’s almost six feet tall. That’s the first thing that grabbed me. I’d never seen a girl that tall up close. One of the first things she asked me was how tall I was. When I told her I was six three, she couldn’t believe it. She said the last time she saw me, I was about five nine.”

“Is she cute?” Kieran asked.

I glanced in his direction again. He was using two fingers to separate the lips of her pussy. I could see the glistening coral-colored flesh inside. I forced myself to look down at her foot and to start putting polish on the toe next to the little one. My dick gradually lifted up under her heel and I moved it around so it could stand up straight and look at what Kieran was doing.

“Yeah, more than cute, she’s beautiful, really beautiful. Her hair is brown, about like Brad’s, with lighter streaks in it. She wears it almost down to her shoulders. It looks like it’s naturally curly, like Siobhan’s. Her face…shit, I don’t know how to describe it, it’s just beautiful, everything about it, especially her eyes. They just light up when she’s talking to me. Her lips…oh hell, they’re just lips but I wish I could kiss…I give up. One more thing – Kieran Conner Stuart, you’re a mean bastard.”

“Is she skinny and scrawny or does she have good boobs and a butt?” he asked. “A woman should have good breasts and a real woman’s butt, Kerry, not an ass like a skinny boy. Why do you think I’m mean?”

I looked again and Kieran had his hand cupped over her mons with his middle finger in her vagina. I looked back down at her foot and started with her middle toe. 

“She’s slim but she’s not skinny. Her breasts are kind of small but they’re just right for her. She’s got a small waist and her butt’s big enough. It’s just right for her too. And, damn, those long legs are almost unbelievable. If she’s got anything wrong with her body, I don’t know what it is. You’re mean because you’re doing that just to distract me.”

“Kieran, I’m sure Kerry is attracted to her by more than her body,” Siobhan said. “Is she intelligent? What’s her personality like? What’s Kieran doing to distract you?”

“I’m not doing it to distract you, Kerry,” Kieran said. “I’m doing it because I like doing it. I’ve been married to her for almost twenty-five years and playing with her pussy still affects me the same way it did the first time. I still get a raging hard-on playing with her.”

I looked up at Kieran’s hand with two fingers in her vagina, then forced myself to look at her breasts, ivory with red nipples, and then at her red hair against the white pillow, and finally at her face. She grinned at me.  She knew damn well he was doing it, in part at least, to distract and tease me. 

“I guess I always took your toe nails for granted,” I said, trying to act like what Kieran was doing wasn’t bothering me. “As long as I can remember, the color has coordinated perfectly with your hair. I like it, red from head to toes.”

“You didn’t answer my questions, Kerry,” she said.

“I’m not trying to avoid it,” I said. “I’ve seen her four times this week. I don’t really know her yet. I know she’s smart because she was the salutatorian when she graduated. I know she’s still full of mischief, she’s fun to be with, and she’s easy to talk to. What else? I like being with her. And how the hell can I concentrate on polishing your toes when he’s playing with your pussy?”

“When you finish with my toe nails, Kerry, you can play with me too,” she said. “Tonight, you can do anything you want to.”

“Yeah, Kerry, would you like me to finish her toenails?” Kieran asked. “You can play with her now if you want to. I want you to enjoy being with us tonight. Just make sure she enjoys it too.”

I looked at his face, then at his hand, still cupped between her legs, with two fingers inside her. Maybe I was being selfish and getting in a hurry wanting to do whatever with her. I took a couple of deep breaths, relaxed, and decided I’d finish the paint job.

“Nah, go ahead and play,” I said. “I’m going to finish my part of the paint job no matter what you do.”

I tried to tune him out, not to think about what he was doing, and not to look again. I heard Kieran sniff a couple of times, heard Siobhan giggle, heard him blowing his breath on something, and heard her giggle again. I refused to look. I kept my eyes downward until I’d painted her big toe.

 “How long does this stuff take to dry?” I asked, looking up. Kieran had his nose between her legs and I could hear him sniffing.

“It’s quick drying,” Siobhan said. “It should be dry by the time you shut the door and come back to bed.”

I knew what she meant. It was time for me to take Tara outside of the bedroom and to put her out of my mind. I escorted her to the door, closed it, turned on the light on the chest opposite the bed, turned on the bedside lights, turned off the overhead light, and walked back to the foot of the bed. My dick was standing up at an angle and swinging around like it was looking for something to get into.

“Do you think we need all those lights, Kerry?” Siobhan asked.

Kieran answered for me. “Yeah, we do. We both want to watch each other while we’re doing something with you.”

“See, I told you he was a pervert,” I teased. “He’s a voyeur too.”

She moved down on the bed, stiff-legged, trying to keep her toes from touching anything, and sat down on the foot of the bed in front of me with her feet on the floor. Kieran just lay there stroking his dick, grinning, waiting to see what she was about to do.

“Kerry, you’re a pervert too, and you’re mean too,” she said. “You came in the kitchen this morning in those little white briefs. When I played with Jason and Jerry, I told you I had a thing for boys wearing white briefs. You were probably sexier with them on than you would have been naked. Then you pulled them down and let your dick free and it looked up at me like it was daring me.  I think it said ‘Suck me!’ If you hadn’t been in a hurry, I’d have had a little protein for breakfast.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I guess I didn’t think…you’ve seen me naked all my life…I didn’t think …I didn’t know it would be such a turn-on for you.”

“Kerry, I’m a woman first, last and always. Then I’m a wife and mother. I like looking at men, just like you guys like looking at women. When a beautiful, sexy young man is running around with nothing on but little white briefs, any woman would be turned on. I’ve been damp between my legs all day thinking about you and Kieran and what you two were going to do to me tonight.”

“Well, I’ve been turned on all day, thinking about tonight,” I said. “The photographer made me put on a jock strap so my dick wouldn’t be so noticeable.”

“Well, I’ve been turned on at work all day too. My dick tried to crawl down my pants leg and sneak back home,” Kieran said.

“I’m going to make it go stand in the corner if it can’t be good,” Siobhan said.

She held out her hand to me, and, when I put mine in hers, she pulled me up in front of her. She looked up at my face, smiled at me, then looked down at my dick, wrapped her hand around the shaft, leaned over, and kissed it on the head. She looked at it a little longer and then took it in her mouth so that her lips were wrapped around in the groove between the head and the shaft. Kieran moved down on the foot of the bed and sat beside her. 

“You’ll have to wait your turn, Kieran,” I teased.

He grinned up at me. “I will if you want me to but I’d rather just watch. It turns me on. I’m a perverted voyeur…or maybe a voyeuristic pervert, whichever is worse.”

Siobhan took her mouth off long enough to say: “You stand up too, Kieran. We’ll let Kerry watch when I’m sucking your dick.”

He stood up beside me, sort of leaning against me, with one hand on my shoulder. I put my arm around his waist and we both watched what she was doing to me. She wasn’t trying to make me come. She was doing it too slowly and gently for that. She had one hand under my balls, the other around the shaft of my dick, and, every time she took her mouth off to catch her breath, she’d jack me slowly and gently. Then she’d lick the head of my dick, especially the sensitive place under the head, suck on it a little, pull my foreskin back tight, slide her lips up and down on the head, and then take another breathing break.

After a couple of minutes, she pushed me to one side and pulled Kieran in front of her. I leaned against him with my hand on his shoulder, he put his arm around my waist, and we watched as she gave him the same treatment. It was a turn on to watch but my dick was already so hard and I was so hot and ready that watching didn’t make me any harder or hotter. 

She straightened up suddenly, reached over and grabbed my dick with one hand, held Kieran’s with the other, and pulled until we both shuffled together in front of her. She looked at my dick, at Kieran’s, then back at mine, and at Kieran’s again.

“You should be proud of your son, Kieran,” she said. “He’s got your dick.”

“Nah, this one’s mine,” I said. “He’s still got his own.”

“You know what I mean, Kerry,” she said. “You two are almost exactly alike. Kieran’s got more hair around his but yours looks just like his.”

She leaned over, took the head of my dick in her mouth, and sucked on it for a few seconds. Next she leaned over to Kieran and sucked on his dick for a while. She pulled back and looked at our dicks again.

“I think they taste the same too,” she said, looking up at me. “Do you think I could taste them a little more without getting a mouth full from one of you?”

“I’m not that close to coming,” I said. “I don’t want to come in your mouth anyway. When I come, I want the head of my dick up against your cervix, not your tonsils.”

“I’m with you, Kerry,” Kieran said. “I’m in no hurry. I want my sperm to be right up there with yours, trying to batter their way through her cervix.”

She put one hand under my balls, the other under Kieran’s, and alternated between us, sucking, licking, sliding her lips up and down on the head, all those tricks that women use on us. We stood there side by side, his arm around my back and his hand on my shoulder, my arm around his waist, hanging on, and let her have her way with us. I didn’t want her to ever stop but she did.

“That’s just a little appetizer,” she said. “Unless somebody knows something else they want to do, let’s all get in the bed for the main course, I mean courses.”

“You mean intercourses, don’t you? Inquiring dicks want to know,” Kieran said.

 He crawled on the bed, flopped, turned over, and immediately started stroking his dick. Siobhan crawled in with him, laid down on her back, and spread her legs like an invitation to dine. I was ready. It was something I wanted to do before we started with anything else.

I stood there looking at the two of them, Siobhan with her legs spread apart, Kieran slowly stroking his dick, both of them looking at me, grinning and waiting. I bent my dick downward until it was pointed at her pussy and then started stroking it about as slowly as Kieran was doing. I decided I’d do what I wanted to do without asking Siobhan if she would let me and without asking Kieran if it was OK with him.

I crawled up on the bed between her legs, flopped down on my stomach, moved up closer until my face was at her pussy, lifted my ass, reached under and pulled my foreskin over the head of my dick so it didn’t rub on the sheet, put my hands under her thighs, bent her legs back, and licked her from her asshole, over her perineum, up through her pussy, up to her clitoris, and into her briar patch. I heard her gasp. I bent her legs back a little more and licked her a few more times and heard a hissed intake of breath each time. I used my thumb and finger on one hand to hold her inner lips apart, used the thumb on the other hand to push against her red rosebud, and licked her again and again until she started moaning.  I decided it was time for a coup de main. I pushed two fingers into her cunt until they were coated with her lube, pulled them out and rubbed them against my thumb, then stuck my fingers back into her, and pushed against her asshole with my thumb until her sphincter yielded. At the same time I fastened my mouth on her clitoris and sucked and licked until she started moaning and whining and trying to pull my head into her and I felt her contractions on my fingers and on my thumb. When she finally turned loose of my head, I rose up on my knees. She had one arm across her eyes and her chest was heaving. Her legs were spread wide and her pussy was glistening wet and ready. I looked at Kieran, still slowly stroking his dick. He grinned at me and slowly shook his head.

“I think she’s warmed up, Kieran,” I said. “Do you want to take your turn now?”

Siobhan lowered her arm and looked at me. “Kerry, don’t you ever accuse him of being mean,” she whispered. “You’re worse than he is. Where did you learn to do stuff like that?”

“I’ve had some good teachers,” I said. “I was just trying to be a gentleman and make sure the lady came first.”

“Who taught you that that little trick with your thumb?” she asked. “I’m not sure whether I want to kill them or kiss them.”

“Somebody’s husband told me to do it with his wife,” I answered. “That’s all I’m going to tell you.”

“What did he do to you?” Kieran asked, looking at Siobhan.

“Nothing, Kieran, you don’t need to add that to your repertoire.”

“Well, come back up here with us, Kerry,” Kieran said. “Let’s cuddle with her until she recovers. You got her ready. You can go first.”

I moved up on the bed with them, turned her so that her butt was toward me, and spooned up against her with my face in her hair and my hand on her breast. Kieran moved up closer in front of her and pulled her leg over his hip. I reached down between their bodies to see what he was doing with his dick. I found it, hot and hard, but pressed against her stomach. I reached down to my dick and moved it between her legs from behind and against her vulva. If he wanted to yield the first turn to me, I was ready.

We lay there quietly talking for a while, waiting for Siobhan. With my hand on her breast, I could feel her heart pounding and gradually slowing. I rose up on one elbow so I could see Kieran’s face. 

“Kieran, do you remember the time you let me help you make love to Siobhan?” I asked. “It was about the time Kieran Lee was born. I was twelve then.”

“Yeah, I remember,” he whispered. “I was behind her with my dick in her pussy and you were in front sucking on her nipples. Now you’re behind her and I’m in front. You finally got to take my place, didn’t you?”

That hurt a little. I didn’t want him to think that was what I wanted. I looked in his eyes because I wanted him to see in mine.

“I’m not taking your place, Kieran,” I said, as earnestly as I could. “I’ve never wanted to take your place. You two belong to each other. The first time, that time when I was twelve, I just wanted to share in your love. That’s all I want tonight. That’s why I wanted you to be here with me, with both of us loving her. So you wouldn’t think I had some sort of Oedipus complex and wanted to kill you so I could have her for myself. I don’t feel that way. She’s yours; not mine.”

“I’m sorry, Kerry,” he said. “I didn’t mean it that way. If I really thought that’s what you wanted, you wouldn’t be here in bed with us now.”

“That’s OK,” I said. “Do you remember what you two did to me? I was on my back between both of you and you were on your sides, looking over me at each other.”

“I remember, Kerry,” Siobhan said. “I jacked you off, didn’t I?”

“It wasn’t just you. It was both of you. Maybe that didn’t mean much to you but it did to me.”

“Why, Kerry?” Kieran asked. “Why did it mean so much?”


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