
THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Fifty-Six


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


CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Stuart Andersen, 29; Joanne Andersen, 26; Paul Andersen, 4; Kieran Lee Andersen, 4 months

Kerry Stuart, 12 (almost 13)

TELLING THE STORY
Kerry Stuart

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(KERRY)

“Shit, you’ve both shaved it, haven’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah, we did it when we were playing around last Saturday night,” Stuart said. “Joanne hadn’t trimmed her pussy or shaved anything since Kieran Lee was born. She let me trim it and then I talked her into letting me shave it. She made me agree to let her shave me too.”

“She shaved your balls?” I asked. They looked hairless like mine used to be.

Stuart lifted his balls up so I could see further back. I couldn’t see any hair even back there.

“Yeah, first time I’ve ever had that done. She was good though; didn’t nick me even once.”

Joanne rolled forward and stretched out on her stomach with her face right in front of me. She pushed on my chest and I leaned back and propped on my arms. I looked down and my dick was pointed right at her face and I didn’t even remember it getting hard. If I fired one, I’d probably shoot her eye out. She reached forward, ran her fingers through the hair above my dick, and then lifted my balls up to look behind.

“Will you let me shave you too, Kerry?” she asked. “I promise to be careful.”

“Oh, fuck, Joanne, I don’t have enough hair down there to shave.”

She pulled the hair above my dick, ran her fingers around on my scrotum, and then lifted my balls to look behind again. She pulled on some hair on my balls and then reached behind and pulled some back there I didn’t even know I had.

“Stuart says his is already itchy,” she said. “Mine’s a little scratchy too. If you’ll let me and Stuart do you, we’ll shave Stuart again and then you two can shave me. Is that OK, Stuart?” 

I looked at Stuart and he was grinning like mad and nodding his head up and down. He rolled forward and stretched out on his stomach beside Joanne. He looked closely at my balls and then lifted them and looked behind.

“You’ve got lots of hair, Kerry,” he said. “It’s just real fine and blond like mine used to be. You need a shave. You need one real bad.” 

I knew he was just teasing me. I wanted them to do it but I didn’t want to look like a hairless little boy again. I reached down and put my fingers on the hair above my dick, what little there was.

“You can’t shave this,” I said.

“OK, we won’t,” Joanne said.

She started to get up and then touched a spot on the blanket.

“Damn, I’m leaking again,” she said.

I looked where she had her fingers. It looked like a little wet spot to me. At first I thought she meant her pussy was leaking but then I realized that the spot was where her breasts had been.

“Well, we can fix that,” Stuart said. “Would you like to help me stop her from leaking, Kerry?”

I didn’t know what to say. I looked at Joanne’s breasts and saw one little white drop hanging on one nipple. How could we stop her from leaking? Then I remembered what they’d teased me about earlier.

“Shit, I thought you were just kidding me about that this afternoon.”

Joanne just smiled at me and moved up to the head of the bed. She lay down, propped up on a couple of pillows, lifted her breasts with her hands, and looked at me again.

“Which one do you want, Kerry?” she asked.

“They’re both good,” Stuart said. “You pick one and I’ll take the other.”

I crawled up beside her and looked again. The white drop was gone but I remembered where I’d seen it. I put my finger on the nipple of the breast closest to me.

“This one’s mine,” I said.

Stuart crawled up on his side of the bed, laid down, and leaned over Joanne. I didn’t wait for him. I leaned over, took her nipple in my mouth, and started sucking real easy. I tasted something warm and sweet on my tongue, sweeter than regular milk. I looked up when Stuart took the other nipple and I saw him wink at me. Then I felt Joanne’s hand behind my head, pulling me down. I shut my eyes and sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed. It felt like it was going straight to my dick.

“You can stop now,” Joanne said, after a little while. “I think they’re both empty.”

I opened my eyes and looked up. Stuart was lying beside Joanne, propped on his elbow. They were both looking at me.

“Did you like that?” Stuart asked, grinning at me. I looked at Joanne, grinned too, and nodded hard enough to give me whiplash.

Joanne crawled off the bed and stood up. She held out both hands to us. “Come on, let’s go play,” she said.

She led the way and Stuart and I followed her to the big bathroom. Stuart was humming, “Shave and a hair cut, two bits.” I tried to hum the tune from the Barber of Seville where Buggs spins Elmer up in the barber chair. Joanne started giggling and then Stuart grabbed my butt with both hands from behind and I bumped into Joanne’s butt with my dick. She swung her hand around behind her to swat me but she missed. Stuart pulled open the door to the bathroom and waited for us. I tried to grab his dick when I went in but he dodged my hand.

In the bathroom, Stuart went in the sauna and adjusted the heat controls. While we waited, Joanne wrapped her arms around me from behind and pulled me back against her. She slid her hands down my stomach and curled one over my balls and the other around my dick. I could feel her soft breasts against my back and her bush against my buns. Stuart turned around and caught us. He grinned and shook his head.

“OK, Kerry,” Stuart asked, “do you want to go first?”

I guess I was ready for anything like I always am but this was something new. I wanted to see how it was done before they shaved me. I sort of hated for Joanne to take her hands off me too. 

“Naah, I want you to go first,” I said. Joanne slid her hand up and down on my dick, pressed herself against me harder, and rubbed her bush around on my butt.

Stuart didn’t argue. “OK, but you’d better be careful. I’m not sure I want to trust my balls to you.”

He opened a cabinet and pulled out some white towels. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do so I just watched. Next he pulled the wooden bench over closer to the sinks and spread one towel over it. He rolled up another towel and put it on one end. Then he straddled the bench and laid down on his back, legs spread wide, knees bent, feet still on the floor, and his head on the rolled towel. He put his hands together on his stomach and looked up at us.

“OK, I’m ready,” he said. “If Joanne can turn loose of your fucking dick, you two can shave me.” 

Joanne turned loose of my fucking dick, swatted me on the butt, and moved over to the other side of Stuart. I looked down at his balls, hanging down between his legs, and his dick, off to one side on his thigh. I couldn’t see anything that looked like it needed shaving. Joanne must have seen that I was a little confused about it. She reached down and lifted Stuart’s balls. I couldn’t see any hair, just the line from his balls that ran all the way back to his asshole.

“Run your fingers over that,” she said, “and then feel his balls.”

I dragged my fingers up the dark line behind his balls and it was as sticky as a bunch of little briars. Then I cupped my hand over his balls and I could feel little stickles again.

“You mean it’s like that in just seven days,” I said. “Why does anybody want to shave down there? Doesn’t it itch?”

“You just wait,” Stuart said. “It feels so gooood when you’re shaved. You’re gonna love it when Joanne rubs your balls with lotion.”

Joanne ran hot water in the sink and then soaped up a cloth. She gave it to me and I just stood there like a dummy until she told me to use it on Stuart. I didn’t understand why because I knew he was clean from showering with me and little Paul.

She picked up a couple of folded towels, handed me one, and then got down on her knees on her towel beside Stuart. I knelt down on my towel on the other side. Stuart’s dick was still lying on his leg and looked like it was just a little short of getting hard now. I lifted his balls with one hand and started washing with the other.

“The warm soapy water is what makes the hair soft,” Joanne said. “Let the water soak in for a few minutes and you’ll always get a better shave.”

She held Stuart’s dick straight up, pulled the foreskin down, and put her mouth over the head. I held the washcloth on his balls and watched until she straightened up. His dick flopped back down on his stomach, almost up to his naval. It was hard now but just not stiff like mine.

“Kerry, you need to learn how to shave,” Stuart said. “You’ll be doing it in a few years. It’s the same whether it’s on your face or between your legs.”

“Shit, I’d start shaving tomorrow if I had somebody who would suck my dick,” I said.

Joanne took the cloth out of my hand and wrapped it around Stuart’s balls. “Stand up,” she said.

When I did, she leaned over Stuart, pulled my dick down to horizontal, pushed my foreskin the rest of the way back, and took the head in her mouth. I shut my eyes and held on to her shoulders while she did her stuff. 

Somebody slapped me on my butt and I looked down. It was Stuart, looking up at me with a big grin on his face. Joanne stopped what she was doing and grinned at me too. I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to tell myself not to get in a hurry.

We shaved Stuart again, from asshole to belly button, including his balls and the skin on his dick where hair was growing, everything except for the patch just above his dick. Joanne shaved one side and told me what to do and then I did the other side. Stuart’s dick even tried to cooperate by standing up over his stomach. Stuart just watched us, his hands on his stomach, a big grin still on his face. We didn’t nick him, not even once.

“Kerry, you really could use a shave,” he said, when he sat up. “You’ve got a little mustache and you’ve got long hair too far down beside your ears.”

I did what Arial does, just stuck my tongue out at him. I knew I had a little hair on my upper lip, especially close to the corners of my mouth, but it was real light and I didn’t see why it needed shaving. And I didn’t care if my hair was long on the sides. Stuart’s hair was long too and had been as long as I’d known him. I’d been parting my hair in the middle and then just combing it back over my ears, just like his, for months now.

“I started shaving when I was thirteen,” Stuart said. “I got a few zits and Dad taught me how to wash my face and shave. He said shaving would help clean the oil out of my pores and keep my face clear. I guess it did the job until I was about sixteen. I got zits for a year or so then but they weren’t bad.”

“Yeah, Kerry, you lie down and let us shave your face too,” Joanne said. “You’re beautiful and I wouldn’t want you to get zits.”

I didn’t care if they shaved my face. I’d already agreed that they could shave down below. I straddled the bench and got in the same position Stuart had been, my legs spread with my feet on the floor, my hands on my stomach. I shut my eyes and waited.

Somebody put a warm wet towel over my face, curving it around so that my nose was the only thing uncovered. Then somebody started washing all around my dick and balls with a warm washcloth. It did feel good to have somebody else do it. Then somebody wrapped another wet towel around so that only part of my dick was sticking out. That was OK too. I started to relax and enjoy it and then somebody started sucking the head of my dick. That was more than OK; it was great. I just relaxed and enjoyed it.

“Don’t go to sleep, Kerry,” Joanne said. Then I realized somebody was still sucking my dick at the same time she was talking. I pulled the wet towel off my face and looked. Stuart was looking at me, grinning, and Joanne was whispering in his ear.

“What’s the matter?” Stuart asked.

“Nothing,” I said. I didn’t see how I could have been mistaken. She had been talking while somebody’s mouth was on my dick. It had to have been Stuart’s. I decided I’d just play dumb and see what they would do; maybe I would show him I didn’t mind sucking his dick either. 

Stuart lathered up my face and then he shaved me. He told me how I should always shave down on my cheeks and up on my throat and how I should wash around my nose every day because that was where oil glands were. I already knew that. I’d watched Dad more times than I could count and he’d told me how to shave. He’d even shaved me once. It was nice to have Stuart shave me though.

When they were through Joanne leaned over and gave me a kiss on my cheek. Stuart stuck his tongue out at me and then kissed me on the other cheek. Joanne stuck her tongue out at Stuart and then kissed me on the mouth and even pushed her tongue between my lips. I looked up at Stuart, not really asking him to kiss me, but just wondering if he would. He did. He shrugged his shoulders, leaned over, gave me a good kiss, and even used his tongue. I tried to bite it but he was too quick.

Then Stuart pulled the towel off my crotch and lathered me up down there. When he handed the razor to Joanne, I wasn’t so sure I wanted her to shave me. She and Stuart swapped out though just like I’d done with her when she and I were shaving him. Stuart bent my dick all around, sort of like shifting gears, so Joanne could shave the skin on it where it joins my balls. They didn’t cut me even when they were shaving my balls.

Last Stuart made me put my feet up on the bench so he could shave back between my legs. I told him I didn’t have any hair there but he shaved it anyway and then showed me a bunch of hair on the razor. When they were finished, Joanne wiped me clean with a cloth and then leaned over and kissed my dick on its head. I looked at Stuart to see what he was going to do. He leaned over, kissed my dick too, and then stuck his tongue out at me.

Joanne got in position on the bench, took a couple of deep breaths, and shut her eyes. I’d helped Arial shave around her pussy a couple of times but I’d never helped shave a grown woman. Stuart let me use a soapy cloth on her and I tried to do it as gently as possible. I’d never washed a woman’s pussy and I didn’t know exactly how to do it. I knew a woman didn’t want stuff like oils and lotions in her vagina but I didn’t know about soap. Joanne reached down with both hands and pulled her big lips wide and so I just rubbed her pussy real easy.

Stuart was ready with another warm washcloth and he wiped all the soapsuds away. The skin around Joanne’s pussy was darker than Arial’s or Mom’s but the inside was just as pink. I think my dick liked what it saw because it started throbbing and jerking a little.

Stuart leaned over and kissed Joanne on her belly, looked up at me, and then got down on his knees between her legs. He gave her pussy a couple of long licks all the way to her clitoris. He looked up at me, licked his lips, and then did it some more. I waited to see if he’d give me a turn. I wanted to do it too.

When he moved out of the way and motioned for me to take his place, I knew it would be OK for me to do it too. I kissed her tummy, stuck my tongue in her belly button, and then shut my eyes and gave her pussy another good licking. I tried to do as good a job as Stuart. I licked her from just short of her asshole, up through her little lips, on up to her clitoris, and then I really licked that a few times. My dick really liked for me to do that.  It was so stiff I could have cracked a nut with it.

“You boys are supposed to be shaving me,” Joanne said. “Can’t you wait until we get in bed to do that?”

“It was Kerry,” Stuart lied. “I told him to wait.”

“He’s lying, Joanne,” I said. “He put me up to doing it.”

“Well, I’ll give both of you a half hour to stop,” Joanne said. “Each!”

We stopped. We shaved her, Stuart on one side and then me on the other. When we were finished, Stuart made me use my tongue to see if everything was smooth. It was and I told Stuart it was but he decided to use his tongue to check anyway. I guess Joanne decided we’d played with her long enough. She sat up, stretched out her arms and then her legs, and stood up.

“OK, let’s get the lotion,” she said. “We’ll do Stuart first again, Kerry next, and then me. I’ll bet Kerry will really like this.”

I didn’t know what she meant but they showed me. Stuart got on the bench on his stomach and I helped Joanne rub him with lotion on his back. Joanne told me the lotion was some she’d been using on her stomach since Kieran Lee was born to help it get smooth again. She said Stuart had rubbed it on her lots of times and he usually got into trouble doing it. I knew she meant he usually got his dick into her. She said she’d rubbed him with the lotion last Saturday night after she shaved him and he really liked it.

When we were rubbing Stuart’s back, I could tell from the way he groaned and sighed that he liked it. Then Joanne slapped him on the butt and he turned over on his back. His dick was all red and standing up above his stomach and so I guess it liked it too. Joanne held the lotion bottle and squirted some on my hands. She told me to rub it on his balls and everywhere we’d shaved and see how smooth it was. It was really smooth on his balls and behind them the skin was as smooth as little Paul’s butt.

Joanne held his dick straight up and squirted a big dollop of lotion right on the head. Before it could run down on the shaft, she smeared it all over his dick. Then she pulled the skin on his dick down tight and slid her other hand up and down a few times. I looked at Stuart’s face and I could tell he either liked that a lot or else he was dying. 

She pointed at me and then at Stuart’s dick so I did the same thing she’d done. Stuart’s dick was big and red and hard and I knew I had to be careful. My dick had been hot and hard so long, I knew it would blast off with just a couple of strokes like I was giving Stuart. I guess Stuart knew it too. He reached down, grabbed my hand, and made me stop.

He opened his eyes, breathed heavily a couple of times, smiled, and stood up. “OK, Kerry, it’s your turn,” he said.

I handed his towel to him, spread mine out on the bench, and then lay down on my stomach. My legs were hanging off too much and I wasn’t comfortable so I scooted up a little. I lifted up my butt and straightened my hard-on up toward my stomach. Then I had to figure out where to put my hands. I did what Stuart had done. I brought them together under my head and shut my eyes. I was ready.

“I’m going to do your shoulders and back,” Stuart said. “Joanne’s going to do your butt and your legs. Let us know if you’re about to come.”

“Shit, I’m close to it already,” I groaned.

Stuart knelt down on the side in front of my face, put lotion on his hands, and started. It felt great to have both his hands rubbing all up and down my back. Then Joanne started with her hands on one leg. That felt even better. By the time Stuart was working on my shoulders and Joanne was kneading my ass and thighs, I felt even closer to coming.

Somebody slapped me on the butt. “OK, Kerry, turn over,” Joanne said. “Stuart’s going to do your chest and I’m going to do your stomach.”

I rolled over and tried to get comfortable again. Stuart tucked the rolled-up towel under my head and I put my hands together at my waist. My dick was rigid, up at an angle over my stomach. I was ready for her to rub it too. The overhead light was shining directly down in my face so I grabbed a towel and laid it over my forehead and eyes. 

“I’m ready,” I said.

“Yeah, you sure are,” Stuart said. “Do you want us to do something for you?”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“What?” Joanne whispered.

“Oh, fuck, I don’t know,” I said. “Just do something, OK?”

They both worked on me for a few minutes, Stuart on my chest and Joanne on my stomach, and I waited for somebody to lotion up my dick and balls. Finally I felt a big spurt of something cool on my scrotum and them somebody’s hands smearing it all over. I tried to relax and enjoy it.

There was no way I could relax. I felt a hand on my balls, just gently rolling them around and teasing me. Then I felt a finger slide down behind them all the way back to my asshole. I tried to tighten up but that didn’t stop the finger. It slid back and I squirmed and it just pushed against my pucker one time and then slid back out from between my buns. Relax, hell, there was no way I could relax. The muscles in my legs and butt were tight and my stomach felt about as hard as Kavan’s gets when he shows off his six-pack. Then I felt somebody straighten my dick up with two fingers.

“Look, Stuart, Kerry’s dick is drooling,” Joanne said. “I didn’t know little boys did that.”

“Damn, it sure is,” Stuart said. “Maybe he’s not a little boy after all. Do you think he can shoot off yet?”

“I don’t know,” Joanne teased. “Do you think we can find out?”

“I don’t know,” Stuart teased. “What do you think he wants us to do?”

I just lay there, eyes shut, without saying a word. I knew they were teasing me. I knew somebody was going to find out what happened when I came.

Somebody wrapped their hand around my dick and then I felt another spurt of lotion right on the head. I pulled in my breath and held it and waited. I think every muscle in me was tight. I felt a hand, maybe two hands, maybe three or four, all over me down there. Everything was so slick with the lotion and it felt so damn good I could hardly stand it. 

Somebody put a hand on my balls and started slipping and sliding all around them. The fickle finger even slid back to my pucker again and gave me a quick tease before moving on. At the same time, another hand was moving up and down on my dick, just real slow, sliding the skin up and down like I do when I jack off. The muscles in my butt were so tight they were lifting me off the bench. I didn’t see how I could stand any more.

 Then I felt two hands on my dick and I knew what I was about to get. One hand pulled the skin on my dick down so tight that it almost hurt. Another hand slid up my dick, squeezing tight, up over the head, and off. Then back down, still squeezing tight. Damn, it was a two-handed jack off like I do sometimes. The lotion made everything so slippery and so damn good. I got the same treatment again. And then I got it again. And then a few more times. I was about one second away from coming when everything stopped.

“Are you about to come, Kerry?” Stuart whispered in my ear. I nodded. The towel slid off my face and Stuart put it back. My heart was pounding too hard and I was breathing too hard to do anything else.

Joanne whispered in my other ear, “Kerry, I’m going to clean the lotion off your dick and off my hands. I don’t think it’ll hurt your dick but I don’t want to taste it and I don’t want any in my pussy.”

I nodded and the towel slid off my face again. I put it back over my eyes and squeezed out a “Yeah!” What else could I say? Maybe I wasn’t going to get just a hand-job after all.

Stuart kept massaging me while Joanne washed her hands. He worked on my shoulders first and then slid his hands down over my chest to my stomach. I moved my hands to my sides so he’d rub lower down but he stopped just short of my dick.

 “You like oral sex, Kerry?” he asked, whispering, his face just over mine.

“Yeah,” I whispered back.

“OK, Squirt, you just relax and we’ll take care of you,” he whispered.

I felt a hot wet cloth on my dick and balls and I knew Joanne was back. She wiped everything off my dick and balls and then wiped me dry with another towel. Then she wrapped one hand around my dick and started sliding it up and down real slow. I felt Stuart moving around and I wondered where he was going. Then I felt him put his hands on my legs and slide them up to my balls. Joanne’s hand moved and Stuart’s hand replaced hers on my dick. He did the same thing she did, jacking me real slow. I just relaxed some more and let him do it.

After another swap, I felt Joanne start sucking on the head of my dick. She’d suck me a little while Stuart jacked me and then she’d stop and she would jack me some while she sucked some more. I’d been hot and horny for too long and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I came. 

She was doing a good job on my dick, sucking on the head while she slid her mouth up and off and her tongue slid up the sensitive part just under the head. I guess they knew I was close because Stuart started jacking me faster. I couldn’t be still. The muscles in my stomach and butt and legs started tensing like they always do and I started hunching upward into her mouth. When I started coming, I froze with my butt up off the bench and let the squirts fly into her mouth. It felt like my balls were emptying out through my dick.
 
When I stopped coming, Joanne took her mouth off and they swapped hands again. Somebody, I didn’t know which one it was, kept jacking me real slow, and just barely moving up and down. It felt so damn good but I wanted them to quit because my dick was too sensitive. Then I felt something warm on the head of my dick like somebody was spitting on me. I didn’t know what the hell was going on.

I pulled the towel off my face and looked down toward my dick. Joanne and Stuart were on opposite sides me, both of them leaning over. Joanne was still jacking me, looking at me and grinning. Stuart leaned closer to my dick and spit on the head and I thought I saw white semen mixed in with the spit. I really didn’t know what was going on. 

They swapped hands again and Stuart started jacking me and I started squirming because I couldn’t stand for anybody to do it anymore. Then Joanne leaned over and spit on the head of my dick and it looked like she was spitting out some of my come too. I couldn’t stand to be touched any more and I tried to sit up and pull away from them.

Stuart pushed me back down and then leaned over and spit again, just a little bit. He turned and looked at me and grinned.

“What’s the matter, Kerry?” he asked. “I thought you wanted a good blowjob.”

I didn’t know what to say. I’d thought it was Joanne sucking my dick. I knew they’d both had their hands on me but I had been thinking it was Joanne who had been sucking me.  Had Stuart been doing it too? Were they swapping mouths like they swapped hands? Shit, I didn’t know.

“Who’s been sucking your dick, Kerry?” Stuart asked.

I just looked at him and I didn’t know what to answer. He and Joanne were both grinning at me. 

“You can’t tell the difference, can you?” Stuart asked.

“Both of you?” I asked.

 “Yeah,” Stuart said. “When we were at the cabin last August, Kavan and Kathryn and Joanne did it to me. I thought you might enjoy it.”

“We tied him down and blindfolded him,” Joanne said. “Kavan surprised the hell out of us when he took turns with us sucking Stuart’s dick.”

“Yeah, it surprised me too,” Stuart said. “We tied Kavan down without a blindfold and I helped Kathryn and Joanne suck his dick. He said it was a first for him and I know it was for me.”

I still didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to tell them that I’d done it with Brad and with Kenjiro. I didn’t know whether Stuart wanted me to suck his dick too. I knew it wouldn’t bother me if I did but I didn’t want them to start thinking I was queer or something if I did.

Stuart grabbed a towel and wiped everything off my dick and balls. My dick wasn’t stiff anymore but it wasn’t exactly soft. I knew it would stand up again because I could tell it wasn’t satisfied with just one time. Stuart stood up and his dick was still hard and sticking straight out.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go sit in the sauna for a few minutes and then go to bed.”

The sauna was maybe six feet by six and had wooden benches around the back and one side wall with a little wooden table or footrest in the middle. Just inside the door, there was small heater with a wood protective shield around it. I spread my towel and sat down on the bench where the two parts came together and put my feet up on the footrest. Joanne sat down beside me and patted me on the inside of my leg. Stuart checked the thermometer on the wall, adjusted it a little, and then sat down on the other side of me. He put his feet up beside mine and Joanne did too.

The temperature in the sauna wasn’t all that hot. It was about like it gets on our hottest summer days. It felt great. I shut my eyes, leaned my head back, and relaxed. For a few minutes I listened to Joanne and Stuart breathing on each side of me. I’d just started sweating when I felt Stuart get up. He did something to the heater and steam started pouring out of it. Within a few seconds I could hardly see the door. Stuart sat back down beside me and I put one hand on his leg and the other on Joanne’s.

“Well, whose turn is it now?” I asked.

“Let’s do Joanne,” Stuart said. “I love the taste of a sweaty pussy.”

“Nope,” she said. “You guys can just wait until I’m in the bed. I want to lay back and enjoy it. These benches are too hard.”

“You didn’t complain last Sunday night,” Stuart said.

“Well, your Mom did,” Joanne said, giggling. “She said she had a bad case of slat butt when Jack got through with her.”

“All four of you were in here together?” I asked.

“Yeah, Joanne dared Jack to go down on Mom and Mom double-dared me to go down on Joanne,” Stuart said. “We did it at the same time. You should have heard them moaning and groaning.”

Joanne stood up and motioned for me to move over. When I did, she pushed Stuart’s feet off the footrest and sat down. She pushed his legs apart and leaned over between them. His dick was still big and swollen but it wasn’t hard and standing up. She held it straight and slid her hand up and down a few times.

“Kerry, I want you to listen to him groan,” she said. “It’s his turn to get a good blowjob now.”

“Do you want me to help you?” I asked.

“No, I can do it. I’ve had lots of practice,” she said.

“Well, I don’t mind helping,” I said.

“Have you ever done it before, Squirt?” Stuart asked.

“Sure,” I said, “hundreds of times. I’m an expert.”

“Shit, I never know what to believe when it comes to you and Kavan,” Stuart said. “You do what you want to but you don’t have to.”

“Just don’t come in my mouth,” I said. “That’s the part I don’t like.”

“It’s just like raw oysters, Kerry,” Joanne said. “Once you get used to the taste and how slimy it is, it goes down real easy.”

 It didn’t take Joanne long to get his dick up and hard and then a minute of so later Stuart started groaning. I couldn’t make up my mind whether or not I wanted to help her. When she straightened up and took a few deep breaths, I decided I could do it to him too. I squatted down between Stuart’s legs and wrapped my hand around the shaft of his dick and my lips around the head. Between jacking and sucking, I made him moan some more. His dick was such a big mouthful that I understood why Joanne needed to take a break.

Joanne took another turn and then I did my best to make him moan some more. When I stopped, Joanne started to take my place but Stuart stopped her. 

“Just use your hand, Squirt,” he said.

I held his dick straight up and started jacking him. His balls were drawn up so tight it looked like one was on each side of his dick. I looked up at his face and his eyes were squeezed shut and he was frowning like he was suffering. I knew he wasn’t. I knew he was just short of blasting off. 

When he came, he squirted out once about a foot straight up, then another big blob up about two feet, and then three or four more times. By the time he was finished, my hand and his dick were covered with his stuff, and it was running off my hand and down between his legs. I couldn’t believe how much came out of him and I was damn glad he hadn’t come in my mouth. I looked over where Joanne was watching.

“Shit, that looks like a pint of oysters, Joanne,” I said.

Joanne passed me a towel so I could wipe his stuff off my hand. Then she wiped around Stuart’s dick with another towel. He just lay there, eyes closed, silly grin on his face, like he expected her to do it.

We sat there in the sauna for a few more minutes, sweat pouring off us, and I thought Stuart was about to go to sleep. Finally he opened his eyes, shook his head like a dog, and stood up.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s rinse off in the shower and then go to bed.”
 
Stuart said we had to rinse off in cold water if we wanted to get the real benefit of a sauna. Joanne didn’t want to but he insisted. After I got over the shock, it wasn’t that bad. I couldn’t figure out what the benefit was though. All it did was shrink my dick down to little kid size and pull my balls up tight. Stuart’s shrunk down almost as bad.

When we got out, Stuart grabbed a towel and started drying Joanne’s back. He was so rough I was afraid he’d hurt her but she seemed to like it. I rubbed her front with another towel, hard except when I rubbed her breasts. Then I got rubbed front and back next and I thought I’d lose some skin. It felt good when they stopped though, like my skin was all warm and alive and sensitive. Stuart got his turn last and I didn’t show him any mercy. All the rubbing got some blood circulating in two dicks again.

Joanne and Stuart had two blow dryers on the bathroom counter. Joanne told Stuart to do mine before he did his. I knew her hair would take lots longer; a woman’s hair always does. My hair and Stuart’s were both kind of long but nowhere near as long and full as Joanne’s. I let Stuart do mine first and then he used his brush and parted my hair the same way I do, just like he does his. I told him I hoped he didn’t give me cooties.

 When we went down the hall toward their bedroom, Joanne stopped outside the door to the boys’ bedroom. She held one finger up to her lips and we all three went in real quiet. Kieran Lee was on his side with his thumb almost in his mouth. His nightgown had twisted up and his fat little belly was showing. Joanne stuck one finger in his diaper to check, then straightened his nightgown, and pulled the blanket up over his legs. Little Paul was on his back with his arms and legs in all directions. He still had on the nightgown I’d put on him earlier but his little white briefs were gone and I saw them on the floor. His face was so beautiful and peaceful it made me wonder how he could be such a little devil sometimes. Joanne covered him up too. 

Stuart adjusted something on the wall and then put his hand on my shoulder and nudged me toward the door. When we got in their bedroom, he adjusted something on the wall next to the boys’ bedroom. I guess he saw the puzzled look on my face.
 
“Intercom,” Stuart said. “We can hear the boys but they can’t hear us. No matter how much Joanne moans we won’t wake them up.”

Joanne came in just then and shut the door behind her.

“Oh, are you going to do something to make me moan?” Joanne asked. “I thought you two would be ready for sleep.”

“Are you ready to go to sleep, Kerry?” Stuart asked.

I shook my head about like a Great Dane dog. I think my cheeks were even flapping a little.  

“I think it’s Joanne’s turn,” I said. “Let’s do something for her.”

“What have you got in mind, Squirt?” Stuart asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe you could show me what you were talking about this afternoon. Does she like that?”

“Stuart Andersen,” Joanne said, “what have you been telling him? I’m going to beat you.”

Stuart hid behind me with his hands on my shoulders. Joanne tried to get at him and he kept turning me around so I was facing her and he was always behind me. We were at the foot of the bed when Joanne shoved me and I bumped into Stuart and we both fell back on the bed. I almost panicked because I knew I was falling between Stuart’s legs and I didn’t want to crush his balls. I didn’t. He caught me and pushed me to one side. Joanne crawled on the bed, straddled Stuart, and pinned his wrists to the bed. He wasn’t really trying to get away. I just watched.

“Now, what is it you two were talking about this afternoon?” she asked.

“Something you loved when we did it with Kavan and Kathryn at the cabin last August,” he said. “Would you let Kerry help me do it to you again?”

Joanne looked over at me.

“What was it Kavan called it?” she asked me. “Eating stuffed pussy? Do you really want to help him do that, Kerry?”

I didn’t know exactly what eating stuffed pussy meant but I was curious to find out. I knew I liked to eat pussy anyway; I don’t mean really eat it but just get my tongue and mouth and nose at it.

“Sure, if you two’ll teach me how to do it.”

“My Dad, you know, Paul, he dreamed it up and then he and your Dad did it to Mom,” Stuart said. “I think your Dad was almost sixteen then. Last August, Mom taught Kavan and Kathryn how to do it and then they showed us.”

“And Stuart’s right when he says I loved it.” Joanne added. “I think any woman would love it.”

I looked at Joanne. “Would it be OK if I did something else with you first, just me and you?” I asked.

“I guess so,” she said. “What is it?”

 I looked at Stuart. “Is it OK with you if I kiss Joanne? It’s just something I want to do. All this stuff we’ve done is fun but I really want to kiss her.”

“Sure, it’s OK with me, Kerry,” he said. “Maybe you’d better ask Joanne though.”

I looked at Joanne. “May I kiss you, please?”

She smiled at me. “Yes, Kerry. I’d love for you to kiss me. Do you like kissing girls? Did you kiss Nicole?”

“Who told you about Nicole?”

“Your Mom did. All she said was that Brad took all of you out to dinner and you had a date with Nicole. Was she nice?” 

I told them about Brad taking us out to dinner and Arial fixing me up with Nicole and how much fun we had and how she kissed me when we took her home. I told them about the musical production the kids at school were going to do and how they wanted me to be part of the cast. I told them how much fun it was to practice dancing with Nicole and how much I enjoyed being with the group from school. I finally realized I was running on and on and Stuart and Joanne were both listening patiently and smiling at me.

“It sounds to me like you really want to kiss Nicole, Kerry,” Joanne said. “Maybe you want to do more than just kiss her.”

I didn’t know what to say. I did want to kiss Nicole. And, yeah, I wanted to do more than just kiss her. But I didn’t want Joanne to think I just wanted to kiss her because I couldn’t do it with Nicole.

“I do, but…damn, it’s not like that. I want to kiss you because you’re Joanne. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve never really kissed me. You gave me one quick little kiss when we were at the haunted house last August. You’ve got a beautiful face and I like you and I like your mouth, and I… Shit, I’m just making it worse. I…”

Joanne held out her arms to me and smiled at me. “Come here, Kerry.”

I looked at Stuart and he just smiled and nodded.

I crawled over to Joanne, kissed her, just lips to lips with my eyes open and hers open too. I pulled back a little and tried to think of what to do. She put her hands behind my head, closed her eyes, and pulled my face back down to hers. I closed my eyes, felt her lips against mine, and then her mouth opened and I felt her tongue. I stopped trying to think and melted into her.

I don’t think anybody said anything much after I kissed Joanne. I just did what I wanted to with her. I licked and kissed a trail down over her breasts and stomach down to pussy. She let me lift and spread her legs and she held them while I licked and kissed some more between her legs.

When she pushed me away, then got up on her knees and pushed me down, I looked at Stuart. He was just lying there on his side, his head propped up on one arm, smiling and watching.

I quit looking at him when Joanne straddled me. My feet were hanging off the foot of the bed so I started to move up a little. I bumped into something, turned and looked, saw Stuart putting a pillow under my neck, and just relaxed. Joanne was backwards, her face toward my feet, her butt toward me, and I didn’t know why. When she held my dick straight up, notched it in the right place, and slid down until her ass was on my stomach, I didn’t care which way she was facing. It was so damn good, the first time my dick slides into a pussy, the best feeling I’ve ever felt. I reached down, held her by her hips, and just enjoyed it while she eased up and down on my dick.

My eyes were almost closed but I saw Stuart move down to the foot of the bed and then I couldn’t see anything but his shoulders. I felt fingers touching my balls and I saw Joanne’s hands on Stuart’s shoulders and I didn’t care who was touching me. I felt a tongue licking up one side of my dick and then the other. That’s when I finally knew what Stuart meant by eating stuffed pussy: what he was doing to Joanne while she was sitting on my dick. He was licking up the shaft of my dick and the lips of Joanne’s pussy at the same time. I could tell he stayed with his mouth and maybe his tongue on her clitoris before he started up again. I just did what I wanted to do and pushed upward into Joanne slow and easy while Stuart ate all the stuffed pussy he wanted. 

When Joanne rolled off me and Stuart got back on the bed, I didn’t say a word. I just moved down to the foot of the bed and waited until she got her pussy stuffed again and stopped moving on Stuart. I looked at his big dick stretching her pussy wide, those little inner lips separated, that little blood-red nubbin sticking out at the top, the shiny red flesh wrapped around Stuart’s dick, his balls hanging down between his legs. It was all hot as hell and I was too and I wanted to do what Stuart had done.

So I did. I didn’t care whether I was licking Stuart’s dick or the lips of Joanne’s pussy. It was all the same and I wanted to lick and taste and smell and then do it some more so I did. I kept doing it and then I felt Stuart start pushing his dick upward into Joanne’s pussy slow and easy like I had done and I felt Joanne’s hands leave my shoulders and grab me by my hair and I still wanted to do it.

She leaned back over Stuart and, at the same time, pulled my hair until I moved my mouth up to her clitoris. I knew what to do. I knew what I wanted to do and what she wanted me to do. I opened my mouth, fastened my lips around her clitoris, and sucked and tongued and kept doing that and she kept pulling my hair. Then she grabbed me behind the head, pulled my face so tight up against her I could hardly breathe, and started pushing her pelvis against my face. I did my best to keep on licking and sucking and she started groaning and kept banging her pussy against my face.

She finally turned me loose and I pulled back and looked up at her. Her eyes were shut and her face looked like she was in agony. I knew what had happened so I smiled. I’d made her come and it was a good one.

She rolled off Stuart, moved up on the bed, flopped on her back, and opened her arms. “Come here, you little...you little…clit-sucker. Come fuck me.”

I looked at Stuart and he nodded. I scrambled up and over her, held my dick with one hand, rubbed the head up and down between her juicy lips, and then slid it in with one long slide. Joanne wrapped her arms tight around my chest, locked her legs behind my ass, and pulled me deeper into her. I just let my dick do what it wanted to. I shoved it in as deep as I could and pulled it out and shoved it in as hard as I could and I lasted maybe a minute or two before I emptied out my balls in her cunt.

Joanne gave me a little time for my breathing to slow down before she pushed me and I flopped down beside her. I looked for Stuart and saw that he had reversed his position, his head at the foot of the bed. I knew he had been watching me fucking his wife. I hoped he had enjoyed the show and I decided I decided to do the same thing when he took his turn.

Stuart hardly gave Joanne time to catch her breath before he took my place and then I realized it was his place. He eased his big dick, all shiny and red, into her the same way I had, in one long slow slide. She wrapped her arms around his chest and locked her ankles over his back, just like she’d done me.  

Just as soon as Stuart got his dick all the way in her, I moved down to the foot of the bed so I could get a good look at the action from between their legs. I liked the way Stuart’s dick slid in until his balls hid even her asshole from me. 

After maybe a half dozen strokes, I saw something white come out of her pussy, some of it on the shaft of his dick, and start drooling down toward her asshole. At first I didn’t know what it was but then I figured that it had to be my semen that Stuart was pumping out of her. Damn, that made me hotter than ever. My dick had softened a little after I came but watching Stuart fucking Joanne made it stiff again. I was jacking my dick sort of slow but I had to stop because it felt like I was about to come again and I wanted to come in Joanne if I got another turn tonight.

Stuart really gave her a pounding while I watched but Joanne must have liked it because she was fucking back at him. They even got coordinated so that she was lifting up at the same time that he was coming down and their contact made a loud slapping sound. Stuart lasted about as long as I had, a minute or two, before he shoved his dick in one last time and froze and I knew Joanne was getting another load of semen.

I lay there with my hand on my dick and wondering if Joanne would let me fuck her again. She just lay there with her eyes closed and Stuart acting like he was dead on top of her. Finally she opened her eyes, looked around, and found me.

“Kerry, would you get me a washcloth and a towel?” she asked me. “I think I’m going to need them or somebody’s going to sleep in the wet spot and it’s not going to be me.”

I did more than she asked. I ran the water until it was warm, soaked three washcloths, found a couple of small towels, and went back in their bedroom. My dick was stiff and sort of flopping around in front of me when I walked but my hands were full and I didn’t care. 

Stuart was still on top of Joanne but at least he had raised up on his elbows and didn’t look dead any longer. I stood there beside the bed waiting for one of them to tell me what to do. Joanne looked down at my dick and then up at my face and smiled at me.

“Stuart, Kerry’s got another hard-on so I guess he wants to fuck me again,” she said. “If he does, are you going to want to do it again too?”

Stuart turned and looked at my dick. “Maybe. Two times is usually my limit but maybe I can get it up again. I’ll be damned if I’m going to try to compete with him though.”

He started to roll off Joanne but she wrapped her legs and arms tighter around him and wouldn’t let him.

“Kerry, can you tuck one of those towels between my legs before he pulls out? I’m afraid I’m going to overflow on the bed,” she said.

I leaned over Stuart, put one hand on his back, and looked down between his legs. He spread his legs a little but I still couldn’t see where to stuff the towel. All I could see was his big balls hanging down and that told me where his dick was so I just pushed the towel under his balls until I felt Joanne’s ass. I knew I’d done it right when she thanked me.

Stuart rolled off her on the other side and I looked down between her legs. I saw what I guess was a mixture of my come and Stuart’s drooling out of her pussy and then she tucked the towel up over it and closed her legs.

I handed her a washcloth, handed Stuart one, and kept one for myself. I used mine to wipe my hair back and then wiped the sweat off my face.  After that, I skinned my dick back and wiped it off too. When I looked up, Stuart and Joanne were wiping their face too. I waited ‘til Stuart wiped his dick off and then I held out my hand for their washcloths. I just tossed them in the open bathroom door.

Joanne wiggled over a little so I got in bed beside her, on my side, with my head propped up on my hand. She still had the towel between her legs and I wondered if that meant she didn’t want to do it with me again. I still had a hard-on and I still wanted to fuck her but I didn’t want to do anything if she didn’t want me to.

“If you two want to go to sleep, I’m OK. I think my dick will go down if I just leave it alone.  I don’t have to do it again,” I said, not really meaning it.

“Nope,” Stuart said, “I think we should both do it one more time. If fact, I think we should do it to her at the same time.”

He was laying there with his eyes closed, a big grin on his face, and his hands resting on his stomach. His dick was still swollen but it was limp and flopped off to one side. It didn’t look like he really wanted to do it again.

Joanne turned and looked at him. “What are you talking about, Stuart?” she asked.

“I think we should make a sandwich with you, you know, one of us in the front door and one in the back door. I’ll even be good to Kerry and let him have your back door.” He still hadn’t opened his eyes and his grin was even wider.

“Stuart Andersen, you know I don’t want anybody to do that,” she said, and then turned and looked at me. “Kerry, I’ve never let him fuck me in the ass and I don’t intend to let anybody else. That’s something that just doesn’t turn me on.”

“Well, maybe we could both come in your front door at the same time,” Stuart whispered. I looked at him again and he was grinning even wider, if that was possible. 

“Stuart Andersen, I’m going to kill you,” she said. “Don’t go putting ridiculous ideas in Kerry’s head. You know you can’t do that.”

“Well, we could try,” he said, still grinning. “I think it would be fun.”

“Well, I don’t,” she said. “You’ve got a big Stuart dick and it stretches my vagina enough. Kerry’s dick is already as big as a grown man’s. There’s no way both of you could get your dicks in me at the same time. You’d split me wide open.”

I didn’t want to tell them that Dad had said it was possible and he and Kavan had even shown us how. I decided to tell them something else Dad had told me.

“May I say something,” I asked.

They both turned and looked at me.

“I was talking to Dad about sex once and I asked him what a guy should do if the girl was a virgin and had a hymen. He said the guy should let the girl get on top. He said women like to be in control sometimes, not all the time, just sometimes, and she could decide when to stop if it hurt. He said he would bet she’d get every inch of the guy’s dick in her before she stopped.








When Stuart finally rolled off, he flopped on the other side of Joanne. She reached over, grabbed my arm, and pulled. I moved up closer to her, put one leg over hers, and bumped into Stuart’s leg over her other leg. He reached down, patted me on my leg and I knew it was OK so I moved up close to Joanne until my face was in her hair. Joanne put her hand on my hip and I shut my eyes and let the world go away.

I guess I was almost asleep when I felt Stuart get up. I watched through half-open eyes when he left the bedroom and went down the hall. I didn’t know where he was going and I didn’t care. He was back in just a minute or so with his arms full of damp towels. He threw one at me and one at Joanne. I caught both of them, let her take one, and then wiped off with the other, my face first and my dick and balls last. I tucked the towel between my legs, cuddled up close to Joanne again, and shut my eyes. 

We all wiggled around a little and then settled down. Joanne was in the middle and at first I was spooned up to her butt and she was spooned up to Stuart’s. I thought about how nice it was to have her butt against me and my hand on her breast. Then we all rolled over and I thought about nice it was to feel her soft breasts against my back while her hand cupped my dick and balls. I was trying to decide which was better when I thought of something I wanted to say.

“Joanne,” I whispered.

“Yes, Kerry,” she whispered back.

“Thanks for sharing your love with me,” I whispered.

After a minute or so I realized I hadn’t thanked Stuart.

“Stuart,” I whispered.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for letting me fuck your wife. She says you’ve got to invite me over every weekend from now on.”

“Yeah, dream on, Kerry,” he whispered.

Kieran Lee woke up some time during the night and his crying woke me up. Joanne pushed against my back a couple of times and I figured she thought I was Stuart. Maybe I thought I was too. I rolled out of bed and was halfway to the boys’ room when I realized what I was doing. Little Paul was still sleeping. He’d kicked his covers off again and he was lying there with a little hard-on. Then I started to change Kieran Lee’s diaper and found another hard-on. I already knew what that might mean - that he was just about to pee – so I just put the same diaper back on him and took him to Joanne.

Joanne had turned on a little light near the bed when I got back. Stuart was still asleep or at least pretending to be. I put Kieran Lee on the bed beside Joanne and then watched while she stuck her nipple in his mouth and he started sucking. I laid down close to them and watched him nurse. I knew Mom had breast-fed me and I wondered if that was why I still liked to get my mouth on a woman’s breasts. 

After a few minutes, Joanne picked up Kieran Lee and gave him her other breast. She was propped up then, cuddling him in her arms, and the breast he’d just had still looked full and inviting. Joanne saw me looking at it and she nodded. I scooted over closer, put my mouth on her breast, and she put her hand behind my head again. I guess Kieran Lee had sucked it dry because I only got a little taste. 

When Kieran Lee finished nursing, I took him back to bed again. This time when I checked his diaper, it was drenched. I changed him and went back to bed with Joanne and Stuart. Joanne was still awake and Stuart was snoring just loud enough to hear. Joanne kissed me on my cheek, told me I was going to be a wonderful husband and father someday, then kissed me again, on the mouth this time. I was thinking about what it would be like to be a father and hoping it wouldn’t be anytime soon when I went to sleep.

On Sunday morning, Luke called while we were eating breakfast. He wanted to know if the move was still on before he called Mom and Dad to see if they could still come pick up Rachael and the kids. Stuart told him we were all ready for them and asked what he could do. I don’t know what Luke said but Stuart told him he’d have a big work party ready to help Saturday afternoon. Then Joanne talked to Rachael for about half an hour while Stuart and I played with little Paul and Kieran Lee. 

About mid-morning, Mr. Jack and Ms. Lauren finally got up. Stuart told them Luke and Rachael would be moving in next Saturday and then Ms. Lauren and Joanne started talking about what they needed to do to help them. Stuart asked Mr. Jack if he would watch little Paul while he took me for a driving lesson. 

He put the top down on his little convertible and then let me drive it down to the Freeloft center. There were some cars parked there and some guys walking around. I guess they all knew Stuart and his car because they just waved. I drove around the drivers’ training area and stopped and started and backed up and parked. I only killed the motor a couple of times trying to get used to letting the clutch out while I pushed in on the gas. At least I didn’t grind any gears so Stuart didn’t have to fuss at me.

I was about to start through the training route for the third time when I heard Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. Stuart pulled out his cell phone and motioned for me to park. I did and sat and listened while he talked to Joanne. 

“That was Joanne,” he said, when he was through. “Your parents called. Luke called them and they’re going down to pick up Rachael and the kids next weekend. They’re bringing some stuff over for lunch for all of us. They want to make plans for next weekend.”

“Just Mom and Dad? Are Kavan and Kathryn and Arial and Brad coming too?”

“Yeah, everybody’s coming. Arial and Brad are coming in her little BMW. Kavan and Kathryn are coming with them. Your Mom and Dad are going to stop by that Italian deli and get some stuff for lunch.”

“Ippolito’s?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “Listen, why don’t you ride back with Arial and Brad and get Kavan and Kathryn to ride with your parents. Maybe you can talk Arial into bringing you back down here and you can show her you can handle a manual transmission.”

“Yeah, I’d like that. Thanks for teaching me.”

He put his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him and saw a serious questioning expression on his face.

“Are you alright with what we’ve done this weekend, Squirt?” he asked.

“Yep, you’re a good teacher, Stuart. You can even make statistics interesting. Shit, I’ve never heard a teacher use an example where the problem was about how long guys’ dicks are. Maybe they ought to try it. I’ll bet the kids at school would wake up.”

“I wasn’t talking about what we did yesterday afternoon, Kerry,” he said. “I was talking about what we did last night, me and you and Joanne. Are you OK with that?”

“I knew what you were talking about,” I said. “But it’s the same thing; isn’t it? Last night, you were just teaching me about sex and making it fun so I enjoyed it. I just wish all kids could have good teachers like I’ve had, like Ms. Lauren. I really appreciate what everybody’s done for me.”

“I don’t think many teachers let their students do what you’ve done.”

“Yeah, but Stuart, it’s like you letting me drive your car. You told me how to use the clutch and shift gears but I have to do it myself before I really learn it.”  

Stuart just sat and looked at me for a minute. He took a couple of deep breaths, shook his head, and smiled a big smile at me.

“Kerry, everybody’s told me how smart you are. The way you learn, especially math…you amaze me sometimes. And now I wonder if you already understand something I’m still trying to learn…maybe you need to teach me.”

“Math’s easy,” I said. “It’s a lot easier than learning about love and sex and stuff like that. When I get married, I want to do it right like Mom and Dad have. I don’t want to fuck up like Brad’s parents did, especially not like Luke’s parents.”

“You’re right, Kerry,” he said. “I don’t want to fuck up either. I couldn’t want a better wife than Joanne or kids better than little Paul and Kieran Lee. Now do you want to drive back up to the house?”

“Yeah!”


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