
THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Forty-Six


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

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CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Connor Stuart, 43; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart, 42; Kavan Kelly Stuart, 17;
Arial Erin Stuart, 15; Kerry Lee Stuart, 12 1/2

Lauren Andersen, 51; Stuart Andersen, 28; Joanne Andersen, 26; Paul Andersen, 3; Kieran Lee Andersen, just born

Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Brad Weaver, 17; Leigh Williams, 13

TELLING THE STORY:
Arial Stuart, Kerry Stuart, Siobhan Stuart

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 (KERRY)

When we started playing around at the cabin, I hoped it didn’t show how mixed up I was. When I had jacked off on Friday night before we left for the cabin, I had felt like a shit for thinking about Leigh and wanting to do stuff with her and at the same time not wanting to keep on going with her. Then when she came out with the line about me not putting my kielbasa in her pirogi, I felt worse. I’d been thinking of her as kind of dumb and that was about as sharp as anything I’d ever heard. She’s so damn cute and it gets me all hot to play with her but she just can’t seem to talk about stuff I’m interested in.

She was a good sport about playing around though. Arial and I put her up to giving Kieran a hard time and I loved it when she brushed her tits against his legs. Then when I tried to lift weights and she finally decided to let me try to lift her – she’d said on the way to the cabin she wouldn’t do it – she didn’t get mad when I got too hot and rubbed against her pussy until I came. I still felt like I was playing with a little kid and I was a lot older than her, like I was a grown-up man and she was just a little girl.

I guess the last time I’d had sex with anybody else had made me want to do stuff and act grown up about it and I kept having a hard time feeling that way with her. Shit, it was all just one mixed-up mess but maybe someday I’ll straighten it all out.

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On Friday afternoon a few weeks ago, Arial and I had gone over to the Andersen’s home to take care of little Paul. Little Kieran Lee was being born and Ms. Lauren wanted to go to the hospital to be with Joanne and Stuart. Dad had given us permission to go and said we should plan on staying overnight because nobody knows when a baby’s going to come out. Arial asked him if she could invite Brad and he said yes as long as Ms. Lauren said it was OK. Arial called to tell her Kathryn and Kavan were bringing me and Arial as soon as possible and asked if it was OK for Brad to come over too and she said yes. Arial called Brad and he said he’d come and bring us sandwiches for supper. 

When we got there, Ms. Lauren was all excited and in a hurry to follow Stuart and Joanne to the hospital. We told her Brad and Arial and I were planning on spending the night but she already knew it because she’d just got off the phone with Dad. She said she’d already put fresh sheets on Stuart’s and Joanne’s bed. I guess she meant it was OK for Brad and Arial to sleep there but she didn’t say anything about where I was going to sleep. She almost ran out the door so I didn’t ask her.

A little later Brad came and he had some sub sandwiches for us. After we ate, we played with little Paul for a while until he got fussy. Arial took him for a bath and said she’d read to him and put him to bed so Brad and I had to be quiet.

Brad hadn’t seen the house in a while so we looked at the new part that Ms. Lauren was building. It was finished and they were living in it while the other part, the old stone building, was being remodeled. The old building, the two-story part, was going to be what Ms. Lauren called the quiet area, all bedrooms, but they weren’t livable yet. The new addition had everything else in it. Ms. Lauren had her queen-size bed set up in what would be her office. The great room, with a huge glass wall overlooking the river, was where Stuart and Joanne had their king-size bed. Little Paul’s bed was in the dining room and they’d hung a curtain to block it off because it was open to the great room.

After we looked, Brad and I sat down in chairs in the great room and waited for Arial. She came through the curtain a few minutes later, holding her finger up to her lips so we’d know to keep the noise down. She hadn’t even had a chance to sit down when the phone rang. I grabbed it and said hello real low. It was Ms. Lauren.

She told me the baby had already come, it was another boy, everything was fine, and she’d probably be home in a few hours. Stuart was going to spend the night at the hospital with Joanne and the baby. I asked if she wanted me to call Mom and Dad and she said she’d do it.

When I hung up, I told Brad and Arial what she’d said and they were happy for Stuart and Joanne too. Arial asked me if they’d decided on a name and I said Ms. Lauren didn’t tell me if they had.

I looked around the room, trying to think of what to do. The big TV was in the great room and too close to little Paul’s bed to turn it on. There was a little TV in Ms. Lauren’s office or bedroom but there wasn’t room for all of us in there unless somebody got in her bed and we hadn’t been told to sleep there.

“Well, what do we do now?” I asked. “Look’s like we’re here for the night.”

Brad looked at Arial and she looked back at him and I knew what they wanted to do. I shouldn’t have asked.

“OK, I guess I know what you two want to do,” I said. “I’ll find me a place to sleep. The king-size bed’s yours. It’s nice to know when you’re not wanted.”

“Don’t say that, Kerry,” Brad said. “You know what we want to do. You made sure you weren’t home the Saturday night before Thanksgiving so it could be just the two of us. Little things you do, like that, make me know why Arial loves you so much.”

“Yeah, well, you two don’t need me around when you’re doing it,” I said. “It was fun playing with you after we cleaned the yard but I guess you can make up your own games tonight, can’t you?”

They stood looking at each other and I couldn’t read what they were thinking but I was hoping. Finally Brad decided what he wanted to do.

“Kerry, I think I’d like to play a double-header with Arial tonight,” he said. “Would you like to play with us for the first game and then you can go to bed and we’ll play the second by ourselves?”

Yeah, exactly the sort of thing I was hoping. “Two heads are better than one,” I said.

“Two tongues are even better,” Arial said.

“I’m not going to suck your dick this time, Kerry,” Brad said.

“That’s OK,” I said, and I stuck my tongue out at him. “I’m going to suck yours anyway.

“I’m going to suck yours too, Brad Weaver, and I’m going to suck Kerry’s. I don’t see why you can’t.” Arial said and then stuck her tongue out at him. Brad stuck his out at her so I did it too.

Arial told me and Brad to turn down the covers on the bed while she turned out the lights. She turned out all the overhead lights first and when she turned out the one on the table in the sitting area the room was pitch-black. She turned it back on and asked, “OK?” I wanted to see what we were doing and I guess Brad did too because we both said yeah about the same time.

The first game was great. Brad and I took turns with our tongues in Arial’s pussy, Arial and I took turns sucking Brad’s dick, and Brad and Arial took turns sucking mine. Brad came up with something new to me. He stretched out on the bed with his head on pillows, Arial straddled his face so he could lick her pussy, and I sucked Brad’s dick while he gave Arial fits. Then they gave me a turn and I thought Arial would suffocate me and I thought I was about to come with Brad sucking my dick.

One of the best games we played was one that nobody really made up; it just sort of happened. Brad was lying at an angle to Arial, both of them on their sides, and he had his head between her legs, holding her topmost leg up in the air. I watched him using his tongue on her pussy for a minute or so and then decided to play too. I lay down at an angle to both of them, so we were sort of like a triangle, with my head at Brad’s crotch and my crotch at Arial’s head. I looked at Arial and she grinned and winked at me so I started sucking Brad’s dick. Just as soon as I did, she started sucking on mine. Damn, that was hot. After a few minutes, we swapped around so Brad was sucking my dick and I was licking Arial’s pussy. 

I guess we all got carried away with trying different stuff like that on each other with our mouths - kissing each other, sucking on Arial’s nipples, sucking on dicks, licking balls and dicks and pussy. Dad had told me how a man could get so hot when he’s having sex that he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Maybe I didn’t believe him at first but I guess that’s what happened with all three of us. After a while I didn’t know who I was doing stuff with or who was doing it with me.

I guess Brad got confused too because he grabbed me and started kissing me and sticking his tongue in my mouth, and feeling for something on my chest. I couldn’t believe it but I guess he thought I was Arial and he was trying to find her breasts. When he pulled back and looked at me, I knew that was what he was doing. I grabbed his hand and pushed it down to my dick and said, “Here it is!”

He had his hand wrapped around my dick before he knew what he was doing. He just shook his head and laughed and looked around for Arial. She was on the other side of me, laughing at Brad and me. He crawled over me and started kissing her. I was ready to take a break because my balls felt like they were about to bust. I flopped over on my back and shut my eyes.

When I opened them, Brad was on the other side of Arial, halfway on top of her, and kissing her like I wasn’t even there. She had her hand wrapped around his cock and he had his over her pussy and, when I looked closer, it looked like his two middle fingers were hidden somewhere.

“Arial, you and Brad do it,” I said. “Let me watch and I’ll jack off.”

Brad turned his head and looked at me and so did Arial. They didn’t either one say a word. Brad just nodded and started back to kissing Arial and moved on top of her. I watched as she spread her legs wide and lifted them around Brad’s legs. I saw her hand move down between their bodies and hold Brad’s dick while he pushed until it started sliding in.

After he had his stomach on top of hers and I couldn’t see anything, I reversed my position on the bed so I could see what was going on between their legs. Damn, that was hot. Brad’s balls sort of blocked the action until he pulled back a little and then I saw Arial’s pussy stretched around his dick. Everything was all red and wet and shining and looked hot as hell. I couldn’t help it. I started stroking my dick harder and it didn’t take me but a few more seconds until I came. I don’t think they even knew when I came because they were all wrapped up with each other in more than one way. I squirted all over my chest and stomach as usual and lay there looking around for something to wipe it off. I saw some napkins that came with the sandwiches so I rolled out of the bed and used them. 

I grabbed the plastic bag with the thermal underwear I sleep in on my way out and tried to leave without disturbing them. I stood and watched for a minute at the door to the kitchen. Shit, I guess it would take a cannon going off beside them to disturb them.

I still didn’t know where I was supposed to sleep. I wandered through the kitchen. It was really something and big too like the rest of the new part of the house. I looked in the fridge and found something to eat and I knew it was OK to take it because Ms. Lauren and Stuart and Joanne had already said I could treat their place like it was home too. I poured me a big glass of milk to go with my snack and stood there looking around until I was finished.

I went in Ms. Lauren’s bedroom, her office, and looked around and tried not to get into stuff. She had a leather loveseat and it looked comfortable to sit but it wasn’t long enough to sleep. There was a small TV I could watch if I was lying on her bed but I didn’t feel right about getting in it.

I put on my thermal underwear and socks and lay down on the loveseat with my head on one arm and my feet hanging off the other and turned on the TV. It was the same garbage we had on ours. I found a show where they took old cars and made then into better than new ones. Dad and Kavan and I liked to watch it together.

I didn’t really pay attention to the TV because I was thinking about the stuff I’d been doing with Brad and Arial. I guess maybe I wasn’t supposed to do stuff with Brad like sucking his dick but I couldn’t see where it was hurting anything. I couldn’t decide whether I liked sucking it but I knew I liked it when he sucked mine, just as much as when Arial did it. It wasn’t like I was a fag or something and I knew he wasn’t either. I didn’t want to fuck him and he sure as hell wasn’t going to get his dick up my butt like he’d had it in Arial’s pussy when I left them to finish. I knew I liked him a lot but not the same way Arial does. I didn’t decide anything except that it was a lot of fun to play around with them once in a while and I really liked it and wanted to keep doing it. Maybe I did decide something else – that all this stuff about love and sex and who you’re supposed to do it with was confusing as hell. That was the last I knew for a while. I woke up when somebody said they were going to break my neck.

“Wake up, Kerry. You’re going to break your neck.”

It was Ms. Lauren. She was getting undressed and was already down to her underwear. She had on light-blue bra and panties and she was beautiful as always. She was folding her pants and putting them on a hanger.

“I’ve been calling you for a few minutes. You’re a hard sleeper.”

I didn’t know what she was talking about but nothing made sense when I was just waking up. I guess hard registered so I looked down and my dick was kind of hard, not piss-hard, just sleep-hard, and it was a bulge under my underwear, the way I like it when I put my hand on it and go to sleep.

Ms. Lauren took off her bra and that was nice to watch. She picked up a nightgown from the bed and slipped that over her head, then reached under and took off her panties. That part wasn’t as interesting. When she dropped her panties on my stomach that woke me up a little more.

“You can get in my bed, Kerry. Brad and Arial are sleeping together. It’s still OK for you to sleep with me, isn’t it?”

I guess I grinned too much at that and maybe she thought I wanted to do something else. I guess I always did want to now but I knew I couldn’t do it with her anymore. She flipped back the bed covers so both pillows were uncovered. I stood up and walked over to the foot of the bed. I handed her panties to her and she gave me a big grin like she knew what I wanted to do.

“I said sleep, Kerry. That’s all. It’s after midnight. Can you be a good boy?”

I nodded and waited for her to get in the bed.

“Which side of the bed do you want?”

“On’t care.” I guess she knew what I meant. She lay down and I looked for a minute, trying to figure out something. When I did, I walked over to the side where she was and said, “Move over.” She did and I got in the bed and pulled the covers up over us. I was lying on my left side and she turned to look at me.

“Why did you want that side the bed?”

I was still sleepy. “Turn over,” I said. She did and I scooted up against her butt. “OK?” I asked.

“Yes, Kerry, it’s OK. I like sleeping with you like this.”

I curled my right arm around over her and she caught my hand and brought it up to her breast. It was soft and warm through her flannel nightgown but I wanted to feel skin instead of flannel. She turned my hand loose and I decided I’d better not try for skin.

“Stuart and Joanne are going to name the baby Kieran,” she whispered. “Kieran Lee Andersen. What do you think of that name?”

Dad and me both – damn - I sort of liked that, no, I really liked that. I nuzzled up against her and pushed her hair to one side and kissed her on her neck.

“’s OK with me.” I nuzzled up against her neck again and took a deep breath. “I’ll bet Dad’ll be tickled.” She smelled nice, sort of like flowers and skin and stuff. I took a couple of more deep breaths. 

“You’re tickling me, Kerry,” she said.

“Sorry. Good night, Lauren.” I realized I hadn’t called her Ms. Lauren as soon as I said it but I didn’t think it mattered.

We both lay still and I could tell her breathing was getting as quiet as mine. My dick was still hard but not hard hard, just sort of soft hard, and I knew she could feel it but I didn’t try to press my luck. I think I was about to go back to sleep when I felt her reach up to where my hand was holding her breast. I could tell she was unbuttoning something and then she took my hand and slipped it inside her nightgown so I could hold on to skin. That was better, especially when I felt her nipple get hard against my palm. That wasn’t all that got hard after a minute or so and I really wanted to do something with it but I thought I’d better wait to see if she did too.

She took a couple of deep breaths and then whispered “Kerry, are you awake?” 

“Yeah.”

She rolled over facing me and reached down to my thermal underwear bottoms.

“Take these silly things off. I guess I’m too excited about the baby to go to sleep. Is it OK if we do something, just this one more time?”

I slid my bottoms down and kicked them off. Then I took the tops off too because I wanted to be naked with her. “Yeah, I’d like to.”

“I can tell.” She had both her hands on my dick and balls. I just let her play. It was nice to be all sleepy and have her hands on me. I knew we were going to do it but I didn’t want to hurry.

“Just tonight, Kerry. Just one more time. I think I’m going to marry Mr. Jack. I don’t think he’d want to have to compete with you.”

“He’d better be good to you. Tell him I said if he’s not, I’ll make him wish he was.”

“He’s very good to me, Kerry. I’ve known him a long time and I know what sort of man he is.”

She rolled over on her back and pulled her nightgown up all the way to her chest. I slid my hand up over her thighs, over her hairy patch, over her stomach, and all the way to her breasts.

“Yeah, ‘s OK then. I like him a lot. Hope you’re happy with’im.”

“Would you like to get on top of me?”

“Yeah.”

She held the covers up while I moved on top of her. I didn’t try to put my dick in or anything. Just lay on top of her with it against her stomach and my cheek against hers and her breasts so soft against my chest. She wrapped her arms around me and we just lay there, breathing quietly against each other. It was nice to do that.

After a while, she said “Lift up a little,” and I lifted up my butt and she spread her legs apart a little more and brought them up and over mine. I waited while she stuck one hand between us and found my dick. She just slid her hand up and down on it a little bit and I waited some more.

“It’s so hard,” she whispered.

I didn’t think that needed an answer so I just grunted.

“I think it’s grown some was last August, Kerry. How big is it now?”

“Don’t know,” I lied. She slid my foreskin back and rubbed the head up and down in her pussy and I think it got a little bigger again. It was nice and warm under the bed covers with her, pressed against her breasts, but it was hot and wet where my dick was touching her. I pushed just a little and she guided it to the right spot so it slid in just a little. Damn, her pussy was hot. She moved her hand out of the way and sort of wiggled from side to side like she was getting settled down. When she got still, I pushed again and then just waited, enjoying what I was feeling with my dick. Then she moved her hands down to my ass cheeks and pulled just a little bit. I let it slide in a little more. She pulled again and it slid all the way in. It was all so damn nice, still sort of sleepy, her hands on my ass, my dick buried in her hot pussy, my balls soft and warm up against her. I decided maybe I’d just stop and go to sleep like that. 

I guess I forgot to tell my dick and her pussy to go to sleep though because they started doing something with each other and it was like they were doing it on their own. My dick felt her pussy sort of squeezing and wiggling some more and it decided to move in and out a little. It liked that so much that it kept on moving in and out for a while. Her pussy was wiggling around and squeezing every time my dick got deep in her. I don’t know how it was doing it but I think her pussy was fucking back at my dick.

I guess my dick didn’t think about waiting until Lauren’s pussy came first. It just kept doing what felt good until it couldn’t take it anymore and it decided to squirt again. I shoved it in as deep as I could and held it there and let it empty my balls. Then I felt Lauren’s pussy start bucking up against me and banging her pubic bone against mine and then it started squeezing hard all around my dick.

I just lay there on top of her and hoped she wouldn’t make me get up and get her a towel or something. She didn’t; she just held me and sort of ran her hands over my butt cheeks and squeezed me with her arms and legs every little bit. I realized I hadn’t kissed her except on the neck so I lifted my head out of her shoulder and gave her a little kiss on her lips.

“You OK?” I whispered.

“Yes, Kerry, little love, I’m OK,” she whispered.

I lay there on top of her a while longer, my dick still inside her, me part of her, all wet and warm and not wanting anything else, and then I thought of what I wanted to say.

“Lauren,” I said, and it surprised me because it came out in a deep man’s voice instead of mine.

“Yes, Kerry,” she answered, full of sleep.

“I love you. Is it OK if I love you?”

“Yes, Kerry, it’s OK because I love you too. Always will.”

“My time’s out of sync with yours. If we wake up in the morning and you’re thirteen or I’m fifty, will you marry me instead of Jack?”

“Yes, Kerry. I will. Now go to sleep, little love.” 

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I was glad when Siobhan suggested we all go in one of the bedrooms at the cabin for a little private time. Leigh had surprised me when she sat on my dick while I lifted weights, especially when she took the towel off me so there was nothing between my dick and her pussy. I wish I could have thought of something so I could get my dick in her like Kavan had done with Kathryn but I knew I couldn’t. I’d told Kieran he could trust me not to do that and I knew better than to try.

I knew which bedroom I wanted – the one where I’d spent the night with Rachael. I guess I’d done just about everything with her, including a good blowjob, even if I’d knocked myself for a loop when I bumped my head. I didn’t know what Leigh would be willing to do but I figured maybe she’d give me a blowjob too if I went down on her.

It was a little cold in the bedroom after we shut the door so I got Leigh to help me zip the sleeping bags together as quickly as possible. When we got inside, we just hugged up to each other and kissed and groped until we got warm. I tried to figure out a good way to get Leigh to do what I wanted her to and finally decided I’d just have to leave it up to her but I’d do what I could to give her a chance.

I crawled out of the sleeping bag, turned around, and then went back in head first. Maybe Leigh thought I was just going to do her because she started giggling. At first, that’s all I did. I stayed up on my hands and knees, with my face between her legs, and licked her little pussy until I could taste her and it opened up a little.

I guess all women have pussies that are different. I still think Rachael’s is the closest to a cunt of any, with all that black hair and big inner labia. Siobhan’s looks grown-up too and maybe it’s a cunt instead of a pussy. Hers is pretty with all that red hair. Lauren’s too, except she’s got dark hair. Kathryn’s is sort of cunt-like, even if she keeps her dark hair trimmed. Arial’s is definitely more pussy and there’s not much hair around it. When’s Arial’s is closed up, all you can see is a crease between the fat little mounds on each side of her slit. When’s she’s hot and open, you can see the inner lips like two little butterfly wings. Leigh’s is even more of a pussy; even after I licked it open last time, it was still just a tiny little slit that didn’t look big enough for anybody’s dick. It took me forever to get at her clitoris and I even knew where it was supposed to be.

After I nuzzled and licked and kissed her pussy for a while, I decided it was time to try my idea. I wrapped my arms around Leigh’s waist and rolled over so that she was on top of me with her legs on each side of my head. I didn’t tell her to do anything; I just got her in position and went back to licking her pussy and waited to see if she’d do anything to my dick. It was right there in front of her face and I didn’t see how she could help but get the idea. She did.

I’d already told her how to suck my dick the last time I’d got at her and licked her to a good orgasm. First she said she didn’t want to do it because she didn’t know how; I told her. Then she said she didn’t want me to try to push my dick down her throat because she thought that was gross; I told her she could take charge of it and I’d just be still and let her do it so that didn’t happen. Then she said she didn’t want to have to swallow my come; I told her I’d tell her before I came and she could take her mouth off. Then she said what if I forgot; I told her she could swallow it or spit it out because I didn’t care. 

She wrapped her hand around my dick and licked the head a few times. I stopped licking her pussy and waited, holding my breath and wanting her to take my dick in her mouth. When she did, I waited just a little longer, enjoying the feel of her lips sliding up and down on the head of my dick, and then I started licking her pussy again.

I guess doing a sixty-nine is nice if you like it but I decided it wasn’t what I wanted. If we were both doing something at the same time, I couldn’t concentrate on how my dick felt with her mouth on it. If she was sucking my dick, I wanted to stop and just let her do me; if I was licking her pussy, I wanted her to wait her turn. It just seemed like it didn’t work that well if we were both doing each other at the same time.

I squirmed around in the sleeping bag until I was pointed in the same direction as Leigh was. I pulled her up against me and my dick started trying to find its way between her legs so I pulled it up and pressed it against her stomach. 

“Let me do you first,” I whispered, “and then you can do me. OK?”

“OK,” she answered. “Was I doing it right?”

“Ain’t no wrong way, Leigh.”

She giggled. “Kerry, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say ain’t.”

“Well, there ain’t. Just use your hand and your mouth. I’ll tell you when I’m about to come and you can take your mouth off.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let me do you first,” she said. 

“OK.”

This time she squirmed around until she was head-first in the sleeping bag. Her little butt was up in the air and I slid my hand up her thigh until I found her little crack. When she started sucking on my dick, I started sliding my finger up and down and in and out. I guess that made her hot too because she started sucking really hard for a little while and then jacking my dick a little and then combining sucking and jacking both.

Even if I’d come once already, it didn’t take that long before I was ready to come again. I told Leigh I was coming but she kept sucking with her mouth and then jacking me with her hand. I told her again, a little louder, and this time she took her mouth off. Her hand was enough to finish me off and I squirted somewhere down there in the dark in the sleeping bag. I hoped Leigh didn’t get a face full but I didn’t really care if she did. When it stopped, Leigh surprised me. She took the head of my dick in her mouth again and just held it there and played around on the head with her tongue.

 When she turned around again, she lay down half on top of me and kissed me. She kept sticking her tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it and wondered why she was trying to tongue fuck me.

“I tasted your stuff,” she said.

“How was it?”

“OK, I guess. Could you taste it on my tongue?”

“No. What’s it like?”

She reached her hand down on my stomach and rubbed her finger around. Then she brought it back up to my mouth. I opened my lips and sucked her finger clean. It didn’t taste like much of anything to me. I couldn’t see why she’d been so uptight about it.

We played around a little more and she kept kissing me and rubbing her little tits on my chest and playing with my dick and balls. My dick had lost its hardness after I came but it didn’t shrink back down to its soft size. It took a few minutes but she got me hard again. I hadn’t wanted to go down on her after I came but, when my dick got hard, I decided maybe I wanted to give her a turn too. I guess my dick does tell me what to do.

She surprised me though. She swung her leg over me and lay down on me so that my dick was pressed against her. She slid up and down a few times and I could feel her wet pussy on my dick and balls. The feeling that I wanted my dick in her pussy came on me so strong that I gave in to it and started poking at her to find where her opening was. Then I realized what I was about to do and I panicked. I pushed her down so my dick was pinned against her stomach.

“Damn, Leigh, don’t do that. You’re about to get fucked,” I said.

“I want you to, Kerry,” she whispered.

“Shit, don’t say that. You know we can’t do it.”

“We could if you had a rubber.”

Yeah, like I carried rubbers around with me all the time, even when I was naked. Maybe she believed all boys carried one in their billfold or in their pocket but I didn’t. Kavan had offered to get me some more than once. He’d even teased me because I thought the big ones he used were the only size and he’d offered to get regular sized ones for me. I decided I’d take him up on his offer the first chance I got. If she wants me to fuck her, maybe I’ll do it. But, shit, I told Mom and Dad I wouldn’t and her mother trusts us to do anything else we want to as long as I don’t stick my dick in her. Besides, I didn’t really want to keep going with her and I’ve heard gals get possessive about guys who get their cherry. I want to fuck her and she wants me to do it but I know I shouldn’t. Maybe I’d better think with my brain instead of my dick. How the hell do I know what I want to do with her?

I squirmed around in the sleeping bag and managed to get down far enough so I could get to her pussy with my mouth. I couldn’t stretch out on my stomach so I put my hands under her butt and lifted her up until I let my tongue do its tricks with her little bump. I guess she was pretty hot for it because it didn’t take that long before she started moaning and grabbed my hair and pulled my face against her pussy. 

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After dinner, when Arial said she had something for dessert, I thought she wanted to put the Hershey’s chocolate syrup on ice cream or maybe snow or something like that. I really didn’t have any idea that chocolate syrup could be used the way she wanted to do it. I’d heard plenty of times kids at school talking about eating each other like it was something they did all the time but I’d never heard them talk about licking stuff off each other. When Arial put it on Leigh’s nipple, I decided it was a damned good way to have fun. 

When Kathryn put the chocolate syrup on both of Leigh’s breasts and then on her navel, I wondered if anybody would think it was gross if I wanted to put some on her pussy too. When Kieran put it on Arial’s pussy and then Brad started licking it, I decided I was going to do it too whether it was gross or not. I put it right on the little ridge where her clit hides and then let it run down in the fold on each side of her opening. When I tried licking her pussy clean, I really liked it and I guess Leigh did too. She got her hands in my hair and wouldn’t let me go until she came.
 
It was a lot of fun playing around with the chocolate syrup and watching everybody licking pussy and sucking dick and I guess that was more than I expected. Then when Kavan said it was OK for Kathryn to let me get my dick in her pussy, that was something I would have never thought would happen.

I guess I’ll never understand all the stuff about different women and why I can get my dick in some of them and others I can’t. When I was growing up and Mom and Dad would let me sleep with them once in a while, I loved to get at Mom’s breasts and I got hard-ons lots of time and wanted to do something to her with it but I was afraid to try. Arial says I can’t do it with her because she’s my sister. Shit! She’s on the pill and Brad can do it but I can’t. I don’t think that makes sense. I probably would do it with Mom and Arial both if I could. Then I can’t do it with Leigh because she’s too young and she’s older than I am. Damn, my dick’s not that big yet. I wouldn’t hurt her. Ms. Lauren says my dick’s just the right size for her. She’s lots older than I am but when I’m fucking her I feel like everything’s OK and there’s nothing wrong with it. Then Kavan says it’s OK if I do it with Kathryn again. I sure as hell wouldn’t turn that down but I don’t know if it made sense for me to do it with my brother’s girlfriend.

Sense or not, it was one damn good fuck. Just lying there with my hands behind my head while she did all the work – that was something new. I don’t know what she was doing but every time she slid down on my dick and then slid forward, something inside her sort of rubbed on the head of my dick and it felt so good I knew I was going to come within a couple of minutes. When I felt it start, I just grabbed her by the hips and held her still and unloaded my balls somewhere deep inside her. It was like I’d died and gone to heaven.

 When Leigh and I got in our sleeping bag, she whispered to me about how hot it made her to watch Kieran fucking Siobhan and Brad doing it with Arial and Kavan screwing Kathryn, all at the same time. Then just when I was spooned up to her with my dick nestled against her ass and sort of between her legs, she whispered that she’d let me do it with her if I’d get some condoms. Damn, what am I supposed to do? I’ll be fucked if I know – that’s what I thought and I guess that’s the way I went to sleep, not knowing what to do.

(SIOBHAN)

When I woke up on Sunday morning, Kieran was already out of our sleeping bag. We’d spread ours on mats closest to the stove so he could tend the fire during the night. I’d awakened briefly when he got up twice. The first time, I suppose he was just checking the temperature in the cabin because he was back after a quick trip to the bathroom. The second time, he opened the stove and I heard him put in fresh wood before he crawled back in with me. 

The big room in the cabin was cool during the night but still comfortable enough to sleep naked in our sleeping bags, spooned up with each other. I was glad we hadn’t needed to put on the sweat suits and socks we’d brought in case it got too cold. I heard coffee perking so I sat up and looked around for Kieran and then saw him at the kitchen area at the other end of the cabin. He had on his sweats and was looking out the little window over the sink. 

I looked for my sweats and didn’t see them where I’d left them. When I looked around again, I saw a kitchen chair near the stove, the back draped with my sweats. I knew he’d put them there to warm for me.

I crawled out and put them on and then tiptoed to the other sleeping bags. Kerry was spooned up behind Leigh, his face almost hidden in her curly hair. Kavan and Kathryn were face to face, so close they were almost breathing the same air. Brad’s head was out of the bag but I didn’t see Arial at first, just a lump. When I looked closer, I saw her blonde hair under his chin; she had her face against his chest. While I watched, Brad’s eyes opened and he smiled at me. I kissed my fingertips and then rubbed them on his mouth.

In the bathroom, I peed, washed my face in the icy water, and then decided to be brave and to wash somewhere that needed it even more. Solar-heated water was more than adequate during the warm months but some changes had to be made if we were going to use the cabin during the winter.

When I came out, the kids were all still lumps in their combined sleeping bags. I walked quietly to the other end of the room where Kieran sat waiting for me. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and another sitting on the table for me.

“Good morning, Love,” he said. “How are you this beautiful morning?”

“I’m fine but don’t ask me to come back during cold weather until we get a water heater installed. I had to clean up somebody’s mess from last night and cold water’s no fun.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “I washed when I got up too. I think my dick tried to crawl inside my body. Alan’s got the water heater ordered. It’s supposed to be installed in a few days.”

 “You just had to come because of the snow, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, worth it, wasn’t it.”

“I suppose. It is beautiful outside.”

“Wanna go for a walk before lunch?”

“Yes. Let’s wait for the kids to wake up so we can all go.”

“How do you feel about what we did last night?” he asked.

“OK, I guess. You fulfilled your chocolate fantasy, didn’t you?”

“Aw, come on, you know I’ve never said anything like that but once and that was when she was a baby. You shouldn’t have told her.”

“Why not? We always try to be honest about sex with them. You’ve always wanted them to be proud of what they are, even when it comes to sex.”

“I know. I guess the fantasy wasn’t really what’s important. I just wanted them to grow up knowing how we enjoy sex with each other, to know we don’t stop doing stuff like that just because we’re parents and older. They’ve got more hormones pumping through them than we have now. There’s no reason why we should be like lots of parents and pretend they don’t have any interest in sex while they’re kids.”  

“You don’t think there was anything wrong with it – us pretending to be kids again and then fucking around with them?”

“Honey, I’ve told you for years how I feel about sex, how I think it’s a pile of crap for religions to teach that sex is a sin and lusting after each other is something we’re supposed to be ashamed of. I think sex is the most normal thing we do and lusting after each other’s just the way we all are. It’s nothing to be ashamed of; it’s something to be proud of.”

“Even with the kids? You don’t think there’s anything wrong with us playing with them?”

“Shit, we didn’t talk them into it. Kavan wanted me to lift weights with you just like he did with Kathryn. He wanted Brad to do it with Arial. Kerry was ready for anything, as usual. Arial’s the one who brought the chocolate syrup to the cabin. If anything, they’re the ones who talk us into playing with them. You know Arial loves to orchestrate us into doing stuff she wants to do.”
 
“Well, it was a lot of fun,” I said, “but maybe it’s a good idea that you didn’t let anybody else get at me below the waist.” 

“Why? Do you think you might have got what you want?”

“It’s entirely possible.”

“You’re sure it’s what you want.”

“Yes.”

“OK,” he said with a deep sigh. “I guess it’s OK with me too. Might take some getting used to again.”

“When do you want to start back?” I asked.

“Maybe two o’clock. Let’s all go for a walk in the woods this morning, maybe up the trail beside the creek. The trees and rocks and all should be beautiful with the snow. When we come back, we can have a leisurely lunch and become parents again. Arial wants me to help Brad understand how women are about orgasms. I thought we might have a good long talk with them, maybe about what we did last night, and any other stuff about sex they want to talk about. I could use your help, you know. I’m not sure I understand myself how women are about orgasms.”

“Don’t be silly,” I said. “Sometimes I want to have one or two. Sometimes I want a dozen. Sometimes I don’t care if I even have one as long as you do.”

“I love you, Siobhan,” he said. “Thanks for loving me and for my kids.”

“I love you too, Kieran. Now go make the kids get up and let’s get some breakfast fixed. I brought stuff for ham and eggs and grits. Is that alright with you?”

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(ARIAL)

On Sunday, we planned to leave the cabin just after lunch to go home. After our walk in the woods I thought everybody would enjoy something hot to eat and would like what I’d fixed at home on Friday. 

Kerry was hungry even before noon. “What’s for lunch? I’m starved,” he complained.

“Chili,” I answered, “with crackers and apples and cheddar cheese.”

“Your kamikaze chili?” he asked.

I acted like I was going to hit him. I didn’t think it was that bad.

“Yes, little brother. It’s my famous kamikaze chili.”

“What’s kamikaze chili?” Brad asked.

“It means divine wind in Japanese,” Kerry explained. “My friend Kenjiro Daniels named it after he spent a Saturday with me. Arial made a pot of chili for lunch then too. He says it’s the legendary name of a typhoon that saved Japan in 1281 by destr0ying the Mongol navy.”

“I don’t get it,” Leigh said. “What’s that got to do with chili?”

“Leigh,” Dad said. “Sometimes Kerry’s like a man; sometimes he’s just a little boy. They’re all fascinated by flatulence.”

“What’s flatulence?” she asked.

Mom leaned over and whispered in her ear. Leigh looked surprised.

“Farting?” she said, loudly.

I think she blushed redder than Mom’s hair when everybody started laughing. 

Kamikaze or not, everybody loved my chili, even if Dad and Kavan had to add more hot sauce to their servings.

After we ate, we sat around the table for another hour or so talking about sex and how we felt and what we liked. Dad even remembered to bring up the subject of how women were about having orgasms. Mom helped by telling us how she could have orgasms with Dad if she wanted to and how sometimes she didn’t care if she had one. Just like me. 

We were still sitting at the table talking when Dad got up, went to the bag with his clothes in it, and came back with a CD. He threw it on the table and I looked at it. It was a music CD: Tony Bennett - I Left My Heart in San Francisco.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“It’s for your Mom,” Dad answered.

I handed it to her but I still didn’t understand why he was giving it to her. I knew she liked some of the old singers like Frank Sinatra and Peggy Lee and Mel Torme but I didn’t understand why he’d brought the CD to the cabin to give it to her. I looked at Mom and she looked as confused as I was.

“It’s for her new car,” Dad said. “Her old one doesn’t have a CD player.”

“Kieran, I told you I don’t need a new car,” Mom said. “What have you done now?”

“I know but I want you to have one. It’ll be delivered one day this week. They’ll call you when it’s ready to be picked up.”

“What did you get her, Dad?” Kerry asked.

“It’s just a little BMW. It’s white with tan leather interior. Real cool car. Great sound system.”

“Neat,” Kerry said. “When can I drive it?”

“Kieran, I wish you hadn’t done that,” Mom said. “I told you I was happy with the one I’ve got.”

“Honey, the old one’s got well over 100,000 miles on it. It’s not trustworthy and it’s always in need of repair. I don’t have time to keep it up for you.”

“But we don’t need to spend that kind of money on a car,” Mom protested. I could tell she was pleased no matter what she said.

“Look,” Dad said, “Andersen Security’s bought me a company car, a new Mercedes, and it’ll be ready as soon as they can install all the special equipment in it. I’ve sold my old one to the company so they can use it as a trade. I’ll have a check from that next Friday that’ll cover the cost of your car and leave a little extra.” 

Mom just shook her head. She knew when it was time to let Dad have his way.

“If you’re going to spend a week or two with Luke and Rachael when their baby’s born, you need a dependable car. I worried about you when you went down there last month in the old one. And anyway, we’re not moving,” Dad added.

I knew they’d looked at some new houses in the last few months and Dad had even taken all of us to see one in an expensive new subdivision off Boone Pike. I didn’t know they’d decided not to buy a new house but I was glad because I didn’t want to move.

“He let me have my way on the house,” Mom said. “I like my house and I don’t want anything bigger or fancier. It was your Dad who thought we might want another house. I think it was C-E-O-itus.”

“I’m glad,” Kerry said. “Just ‘cause he’s CEO of Andersen Security, doesn’t mean we have to get any fancier. I like living where we do. I sure don’t want to have to change schools now.”

“Andersen’s having an open house for all employees and their families in a few weeks,” Dad said. “It’ll be on a Saturday and we’re having a big barbeque. You’re all invited.”

“How many employees do you have now?” I asked.

“Yeah, and are the buildings finished?” Kerry tacked on.

“About fifty. We’ve got the road paved and five buildings completed and occupied. They’re still working on one building and the helicopter facilities.” 

“What else?” Kavan asked, looking at Dad.

“What do you mean?” Dad asked back.

“What else? New car for Mom, no new house for us, open house at Andersen Security: what else are you keeping from us?”

“I’m trying to buy the lot next to our house, on the South side,” he said.

I had to think for a minute to figure out which was the South side and when I did I was confused.

“I thought everybody thinks that lot’s impossible to build on,” I said.

“I didn’t say I had any plans to build on it,” Dad said. “The rock outcroppings and the steep slope make it a poor site. I’d just like to have it. Your Mom’s got our lot pretty well landscaped. I’d like to see what she can do around all the rocks.”

“Yeah, that’s what you say,” Kavan said. “Why were you and Mr. Jack spending so much time walking around on it and pointing at everything and talking so much?”

Dad smiled and I guess he knew he’d been caught being less than truthful.

“OK, maybe I am thinking of something,” he said. “But just keep your mouths shut about it. I’ve offered the owner less than half his asking price. The lot hasn’t been sold in over ten years. If I can get it at my price, I’ll let you know what I’m going to do with it.

Everybody was quiet then. I saw Mom and Dad smiling at each other and I knew they were planning something.

“Anything else you want to let us know about?” I asked.

“Luke and Rachael are going to move back here when things quiet down after their baby’s born.” Mom said. “Your father wants him to work for Andersen Security.”

“I thought he had a research project to do for his Master’s thesis,” I said. “Don’t you want him to finish his Master’s before he moves?”

“He can do it after they move,” Dad said. “Stuart and I are helping him put together a project that his advisor suggested. Stuart says Luke should do the project and he can give him guidance on how to do it.”

“I wish they could live close to us,” Kerry said. “They’re like family and I miss them.”

“They’re not going to try to buy a house right away,” Mom said. “They’re going to live with us for a few months or maybe with Lauren if the rest of her new house is finished.”

“OK, is that all you two have to let us know about?” Kavan asked.

Dad waited a minute before answering and then he started grinning.

“Well, there’s nothing else,” he said. “Except that your Mom thinks she wants something and I’m trying to talk her out of it.”

“Kieran,” Mom said, “don’t you dare!”

“It’s something we both agree is totally stupid but she says it’s what she wants,” Dad teased.

It took a few minutes for the rest of us to coax it out of them. Mom finally relented and promised not to kill Dad if he told us. It was a complete surprise to me.

“Your Mom wants to have another baby,” he said. “I’d like to help her.”


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