THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Thirty-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 Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 17; Arial Stuart, 15; Kerry Stuart, 12 

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


TELLING THE STORY:
Arial Stuart

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 (ARIAL) 

The last Saturday in October, Brad came to spend another weekend with us. The weather was rainy and cold and the temperature was just about freezing. Kerry had invited Leigh to spend the day with us too so Brad and I took him to pick her up. She lived a couple of miles away on another hill so Brad used the four-wheel drive on his Jeep and drove slowly.

Leigh was Kerry’s first real girlfriend. He’d been riding his bicycle over to her house every few days and he’d brought her to our house a few times. She was a cute thirteen-year old with dark hair that was naturally curly. She kept it cut short and it looked like little ringlets all over her head. She still had little-girl hips but she already had nice little breasts. They weren’t bashful about cuddling with each other around us and I saw them doing some heavy kissing once. I asked him about what was going on with her and he just said a gentleman never tells what he does with a lady.
 
When we got back home, I thought we’d all be more comfortable in sweat suits. Kavan and Kathryn already had them on. Brad had come dressed in khakis, a multicolored sweater over a dress shirt, and a heavy parka. He was neat as always but I didn’t think his clothes would be good for lounging around all day. I told Kavan to take him downstairs and lend him sweats. Then I took Leigh to my bedroom so we could change out of jeans and sweater. When we got undressed, she was surprised when she saw I wasn’t wearing a bra. She had on a training bra but she didn’t need it anymore than I did. I unhooked it and pulled it off her shoulders. She had nice breasts and I wondered if Kerry was already getting at them. She looked real cute with nothing on but white cotton panties. I wondered if Kerry was getting into those too.

When we all got back in the family room, we all got a good laugh. Kavan’s sweatpants were a little short on Brad. Mine were a little long on Leigh. They didn’t seem to mind. Kerry answered one of my questions. He walked up behind Leigh and slid his hands up under her sweatshirt. He stood there with a big grin on his face and held her for a minute. Leigh squirmed away from him but, from the grin on her face, it was easy to tell it wasn’t the first time he’d had his hands on her. I knew he was probably just showing off for the rest of us. Men! Just let them get their hands on you and they think they own you.

Mom and Dad said they needed to go get groceries and asked if we’d fix something for lunch. I knew something Kavan and Kerry liked so I said I’d make a pot of chili. As soon as Mom and Dad left, I asked Kathryn and Leigh if they wanted to help. I didn’t really need any help because I knew it would be easy. Mom usually kept some ground beef in the freezer. The rest was mainly opening cans. Brad followed us so I asked him to chop some garlic and a couple of onions. It wasn’t long before I had everything in the big pot and sat down to wait for it to come to a boil. I liked it better when it simmered for a couple of hours. 

After lunch, Dad said he wanted to listen to the opera. Mom asked what was being broadcast and, when he said it was Puccini’s Madame Butterfly, she decided to join him. Kavan and Kerry wanted to watch a football game that started at two o’clock. Brad said he’d watch too so we all went in the family room. We were all sitting around talking when Dad turned on the opera in the adjoining room. I guess the guys decided they couldn’t watch the football game and listen to the opera in the next room. Kavan asked me if we could all go downstairs and watch it on his TV.

We tried to decide how we could all get on the king-size bed together and comfortably watch the game. The television set was mounted high up on the opposite wall and couldn’t be moved. I solved the problem. I made Brad get in the center of the bed and lean back against the headboard with his legs spread. I backed up between his legs, sat down, and leaned against him. There was plenty of room on each side for the other two pairs. Kavan and Kathryn got on our right side and Kerry and Leigh got on our left.

I took Brad’s hands and stuck them up under my sweatshirt. His hands were cold but they felt good on my breasts. I wanted him to put one hand down my sweatpants too but I didn’t want to embarrass Leigh. I didn’t know if Kerry had got that far with her. She didn’t object when he put his hands on her breasts this time. I looked over at Kavan and Kathryn and they’d done the same thing.

We had a few minutes before the game and the pre-game activities were on. Nobody was interested that much, especially me, in who had what record for doing something, especially since I didn’t even know what it was he’d done.

“OK, what are we going to do now?” I asked. “I’ll watch the game but I don’t want to watch this stuff.”

Leave it up to Kerry. “Let’s play strip poker!”

“Shit, Kerry, it you want to get naked, just say so,” Kavan said.

“Oh, no,” Kathryn said, “it’s too cold in here for that. When the weather’s this cold it never gets above sixty-five degrees in here. That’s why we have a heavy blanket and a comforter both on the bed.”
 
“Oh, come on, Kavan,” Brad said, “I thought you and Kathryn generated enough heat down here to warm up the whole house.”

“Yeah, well, it warms us up under the cover at night but the room’s still cold,” he answered.

Kerry wasn’t about to give up so easily. “We could all get under the cover and get naked. Just pull the cover up around our chins.”

I decided it might be fun but I didn’t want my shoulders uncovered and cold. I made everybody get up off the bed while I turned down the covers. I put Brad back in the middle and told the others to wait until we got settled. I crawled back on the bed, on my hands and knees, straddling Brad’s legs. I told Kavan and Kerry to pull the blanket and comforter back up over me. Brad had a grin as big as Kerry’s on his face. I think he knew what I had in mind. He pulled the blanket and comforter up until I was completely covered.

I grabbed Brad’s sweatpants at the waist and started pulling them down. He lifted his butt off the bed and I finally figured out how to get them down his legs and off his big feet. I handed them to him and he stuck his arms out of the cover and did something with them. When his hands came back, they were empty. He still had on his jockeys and I thought “What the hell!” and pulled them off too. When I handed them to him, I guess he must have waved them around like a flag. He got two cheers from Kavan and Kerry.

I decided I could wave a flag too. I pulled my pants down and off and handed them to him and he got rid of them. Then I pulled my panties off, crawled up against Brad’s chest, stuck one arm out, and waved my panties around.

Maybe I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t resist giving Brad a little teaser. I went back down feeling for his dick with my face and found it. It was warm and soft when I started and I could get all of it in my mouth. In no time at all, it was so big I couldn’t hold much more than the last couple of inches. I turned around, stuck my head out from under the cover, and leaned back against him again. I almost sat on his dick and he pulled it straight up so it was pressed against my back. It felt good back there.

It didn’t take Kavan and Kathryn long to follow our example, except that she let him wave her panties. From the length of time Kathryn had her head under the cover, I guessed she’d given Kavan a little teaser too.

Leigh was still standing on the other side of the bed with Kerry behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist. He was trying to coax her into getting in the bed with him – and with the rest of us.

“Come on, Leigh,” he pled, “I’ll be good. I won’t do anything except hold you.”

I could tell Leigh was still reluctant. “Leigh, Brad and I’ll make him be good. If he isn’t, we’ll make him go listen to the opera.”

“I don’t really want him to be good, Arial. It’s just that I know Kavan and Kathryn do stuff I can’t do yet and I guess you and Brad do it too.”

“It’s OK, Leigh,” Kavan said. “Kathryn and I can wait ‘til tonight if we want to do that. If Arial’s not too horny, maybe she and Brad can wait too.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and Brad hit him before I could. It’s nice to have a man to take up for you.

“Leigh, this is Kavan and Kathryn’s bedroom,” I said, “so you know what they do in this bed. I don’t care what Kavan thinks. Brad and I haven’t gone that far yet. And we aren’t going to do it here this afternoon anyway.”

She finally decided to join us. She pushed Kerry on the bed first. He settled down beside me and Brad and then held the blanket up for her. She crawled in on her hands and knees and gave us all a big smile. Kerry pulled the blanket and comforter over her head and up around his shoulders. 

Leigh showed she was just as full of mischief as Kerry. The first thing he brought out from under the cover was his sweat pants. After that, it was little white briefs and that confused me until I realized they were the low-rise briefs I had bought for Kerry. I could see Leigh squirming around under the blanket and I couldn’t figure out what she was doing but then Kerry brought out one sock and then another sock. Finally, he brought out another pair of sweatpants and, at last, little white cotton panties. A few seconds later, Leigh came out, red-faced. I don’t think Kerry got a teaser.

The first half of the game was OK, I guess. It was kind of funny watching grown men act like they were doing something important. Kavan and Brad and Kerry acted kind of funny too. I don’t know why guys have to pump their fist up and down when one guy jumps over a bunch of other guys and gets into the dead zone. I liked it better when Brad had his hands on me, one on my breasts and the other between my legs. From the way Kathryn and Leigh were squirming sometimes, I guess Kavan and Kerry knew where to put their hands too.

Mom came down to the basement just before half time. She took a good look at all of us in the bed and then a good look at the sweatpants and underwear scattered around on the floor. She just smiled, shook her head, and went back out the door. She must have told Dad because he came downstairs and peeked in at us. He just smiled, shook his head, and went back upstairs.

Leigh seemed embarrassed. She turned to me and asked, “They don’t mind?  They know we’re all half naked and they don’t mind?”

“They don’t mind, Leigh,” Kerry said. “I told you we’re nudists when the weather’s warm. Wait ‘til spring and you can go swimming with us. You’ll like being naked all the way then.”

“And she doesn’t mind that we’re in the bed together, Leigh,” I added. “She and Dad have always trusted us about sex. Kerry knows what he can and can’t do with you.”

I thought half time at a football game meant the college bands would perform but it was nothing but a bunch of commercials and just a little bit about the colleges. At least Brad could settle down and put his hands back where I wanted them. The only bad thing was that I began to feel something wet on my back. I knew Brad’s dick was drooling again. Men! First they drool at the mouth and then they start drooling from their dick. 

Kerry was whispering in Leigh’s ear. I guess he was trying to talk her into something because she kept shaking her head no. I don’t know what he whispered but she finally asked, “You promise?” He shook his head yes.

They swapped places. Leigh moved up against the headboard and leaned back on the pillows. Kerry squirmed around to get in front of her and flashed me. I saw his dick and it looked as hard and red as I’d ever seen it. Leigh saw it too but I knew she’d been feeling it against her back, just like I’d been feeling Brad’s. He finally settled down between her outspread legs and leaned back against her.

I decided to lend him a hand. I reached over and gave Kerry’s dick a quick squeeze. Leigh turned and looked at me and I found her hand and put it where mine had been. Kerry turned and looked at me with his usual big grin. “Thanks, Arial.” He pretended to be watching the game again.

After a few minutes, he started squirming. I reached over again to see what he and Leigh were doing. She had two hands on him, one holding his dick and the other holding his balls. I put my hand on hers, the one holding his dick, and moved it up and down a couple of times. She looked at me and I could see she was asking me if it was OK. I nodded yes.

I could see the movement under the comforter until Kerry raised his knees up a little to make a tent. I turned and looked and saw that both he and Leigh had their eyes closed. I reached over again and felt between his legs. He had his hand wrapped around Leigh’s and hers was wrapped around his dick. I decided they didn’t need any help so I decided to help Brad. I pushed his hand down a little more so his finger curled around a little deeper in me. I didn’t really want him to make me come though; I wanted to save that for tonight.

Kerry didn’t want to save anything. He started grunting and breathing real heavy and I knew he was coming. When he finally opened his eyes, he caught me looking at him. He just gave me another big smile. “Hey, Kavan,” he said, “would you throw me a towel? Leigh made me make a mess.” Leigh pushed him away far enough to hit him behind the head. Kavan threw the towel in Kerry’s face. 

I didn’t make it all the way through the game. I had to pee so I got out of the bed and pulled on my sweat pants again. Leigh followed me. She found the sweat pants I’d loaned her but she couldn’t find her panties. I looked too but they weren’t on the floor with everything else. I looked at Kerry and I knew where they were.

I pulled the comforter down to the foot of the bed and then pulled the blanket down. Kerry was sitting up against the headboard and had another erection or maybe it was the same one he’d had all afternoon. Brad’s was sticking up just like Kerry’s except it was bigger. Then Kathryn got out of the bed and there was Kavan’s boner sticking up too. I guess Leigh liked looking at three hard dicks in one bed - big, bigger, and biggest. I had to tell her to close her mouth.

After we looked at the three musketeers for a minute or so, Kerry pulled Leigh’s panties out from behind his back and waved them around. Leigh just stuck her nose up in the air, picked up Kerry’s briefs, pulled them on, and then put on her sweat pants. I’d bought Kerry a package of three low-rise briefs so I could enjoy looking at him. I didn’t mind if he let Leigh have one of them; it seemed like a good swap. 

Kathryn and Leigh and I went upstairs to the bathroom. We all had a good pee and then Kathryn and I tried to answer all of Leigh’s questions.

Leigh stayed for dinner and we cooked hamburgers for everybody. Dad kept asking us about the football game. When he asked me who scored first, I told him Kerry did. Then I told him maybe it was Leigh. I said I didn’t know how you kept score they way they were playing. I told him Kerry got her panties but she had on his briefs. Dad and Mom just shook their heads again. Leigh was embarrassed but Kerry wasn’t. I don’t think anything would embarrass him.

Brad and I and Kerry took Leigh home after dinner. Kerry said he wanted to go in and talk with Leigh’s parents for a few minutes so they’d get to know him and trust Leigh around him. I thought that was wise so I didn’t argue. Brad and I steamed up the windows to the Jeep while he was gone. Brad got me more than a little wet in my panties. I gave him a hard-on and then teased him about whether he could drive with it in the way. Kerry was quiet on the way back and I wondered what he was thinking about.

We all sat around in the family room talking for a while. Dad asked Kerry if he was wearing Leigh’s panties or just wanted them for a souvenir. Kerry pulled them out of his jeans pocket, put them over his head, said, “Nobody loves me. I’m going to bed,” and left the room. Brad fell off the couch laughing. Dad laughed so much he said his stomach hurt. When we all stopped laughing, nobody had much to say. I guess nobody could think of anything to top Kerry’s comment.

Mom and Dad went to bed early like they do on most Saturday nights. Kavan and Kathryn took that as their cue and disappeared through the basement door. I made up the couch in the living room for Brad and then we went in the family room. The light over the sink in the kitchen was on and I knew that would leave us just enough light in the family room to see. I turned out the lights in the family room and we curled up on the couch together.

The house was a little cool so I didn’t want to take off my sweats. Brad didn’t seem to care. He got his hands up under my shirt and down into my pants. I pulled his pants down just enough to get my hands where I wanted them. I decided I liked kissing him while we played with each other. 

“I’ll swap my jockeys for your panties,” Brad whispered.

I thought that sounded like a good idea so I got up off him, pulled my sweatpants down, pulled my panties off, and handed them to him. He took his time looking before he stripped off and handed me his jockeys. I took my time looking too. I didn’t want either of us to put our pants back on so I went down the hall and got a quilt out of the closet. I grabbed a towel out of the bathroom before I went back.

Brad was stretched out on the couch waiting. I spread the quilt over him and then he held it up while I got underneath it with him. I tried to lie down beside him on one side and immediately fell off the couch on my butt. When we stopped giggling, I lay down on the other side, against the back of the couch, half on top of him.

I liked being able to take charge and do what I wanted to with him. With my face above his, I could kiss and tease him. With my right hand free while his was pinned, I could play with his dick. It was bone hard and hot in my hand. I liked watching his face when I slid the skin up and down on it. 

I squeezed near the base of his dick and milked it down a couple of times. It was already drooling and the drool was probably the slipperiest stuff I’d ever felt. I smeared it around on the head and then pinched his foreskin over the end. I liked playing with his foreskin and from the look on his face he liked it too. I held his dick between my thumb and fingers, then gently slid my forefinger inside his foreskin, and began to slide it around and around the head. It was so hot and smooth and my finger slid around under his foreskin so easy. Around and around. I stopped for a minute and listened to his heavy breathing. Then I started doing it some more. Around and around. I wondered if I could make him come with one finger.

It took more than one finger on my hand but my prince came twice before I let him go to bed. I hoped this was the last time he slept on the couch in the living room. It took just one finger on Brad’s hand, that long index finger, to make me come. I don’t know how many times I came and after a while they all ran together anyway. I put his jockeys under my pillow before I went to bed. I started to put the towel full of Brad’s semen in the clothes hamper but, after I smelled it, I put it under the pillow too.

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Our trip to the Freeloft cave was planned for a Saturday in November. I’d invited Brad to stay for dinner Saturday evening and to spend the night. Kerry had invited Leigh to go with us and to stay for dinner too. He said he was going to invite her to spend the night but I told him he shouldn’t and that he needed to slow down with her.

I was in the bathroom on Thursday night before our trip, about to shave my legs and thinking about what I wanted to do with Brad Saturday night, when I heard a knock on the door. Mom and Dad had already gone to bed and Kavan and Kathryn had gone downstairs so I knew it had to be Kerry. I told him to come in.

He stuck his head in. “Is it OK if I come in? I need to pee and brush my teeth before I go to bed.”

“Sure, Squirt, come on in, I’m just about to shave my legs and shower and then I’m going to bed too.”

“Can I shower with you? Please?”

“OK, but don’t get my hair wet. I just washed it last night and I don’t want to have to dry it tonight.”

He pulled off his sneakers the way he always does, toe on the heel and pull, and then repeat, at the same time he was taking off his shirt. He started taking off his jeans, lost his balance, and put one hand on my shoulder to keep from falling. He kept his hand on me and then kicked his jeans the rest of the way off, one leg at a time. He was wearing another pair of the little white briefs I’d bought him. I looked up at him and gave him a smile.

“How do you like them?” he asked. “Do they look OK?”

“They’re very nice, Kerry. Very sexy. You fill out the front very well. Turn around and let me see how your butt looks in them.”

He turned all the way around, very slowly, so I could see. He knew how he looked; he just wanted me to tell him. I put one finger on the bulge in front and stroked it.

“Does Leigh like the ones she’s got?” I asked.

“Yeah, she likes them. I’ve called her a few times before I go to sleep. She knows I’m jacking off and she says she puts my briefs on and does it too. I tried it with her panties on but it doesn’t work the same way for guys.”

“Don’t you think you’d better pee before you get a hard-on?” I teased.

“Oh! Yeah, I guess I should.”

He pulled his briefs off and dropped them in the pile with the rest of his clothes. I watched while he leaned over with his left hand on the wall behind the commode and took his dick in his right hand. I caught him just in time.

“Ahem!”

He looked at me and then down at the toilet. He lifted the seat and then got back in position. He gave me a big smile and then started peeing. As always, this was the one thing that made me wish I’d been born a boy - to be able to stand up and pee.

When he finished, he slid the foreskin up and down a couple of times, shook it, and then held it for me to admire.

“You’ve got a beautiful dick, Kerry.”

“Thanks. I love you too, Arial.”

“Do you know why you always pull your foreskin back when you pee?” I asked.

“Sure, it’s so my dick can see where to aim.”

“Do you know who taught you that?”

“Who?”

“Me.”

“Aw, come on, Arial, I’ve always known it.”

“No, you haven’t. Mom used to let me help with you when you were a baby. I’ve changed your diapers lots of times. We started potty training you before you were two. When we started, your foreskin wouldn’t retract and you’d spray all over everything. Mom said little boys were like that sometimes and we shouldn’t force it back. It gradually started coming back by itself and that’s when I taught you.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“Well, you were only two and I was six. I remember.”

“I remember Dad teaching me to pull it back and wash when we’d take a bath together. He always told me to remember to wash behind my ears and I knew what he really meant.”

“I hope I have a little boy like you someday,” I said.

“Yeah, me too. But little girls are kinda nice too,” he said. “I do love you, Arial.”

I looked up at his face. He wasn’t smiling and I knew he meant it. “I love you too, Kerry.”

I went back to shaving my legs. I’d already put about six inches of water in the tub so I eased down in the tub and stretched out my legs to let the hair get wet. I watched Kerry as he set the two-minute timer and then brushed his teeth. When he got through spitting, he rinsed and gave me a big toothy smile. I held up my pursed lips and he leaned over and gave me a kiss with just a touch of tongue. He tasted mint-fresh.

He stood watching as I lathered up one leg. When he picked up the razor, I guessed what he wanted to do.

“Can I do it?” he asked.

“Can you do it right?” I asked. “I don’t want any cuts.”

“I’ll be careful,” he said. He used that big grin on me. He knew I had a hard time resisting it.

I nodded and he got in the tub at the other end. When he finally got settled, I had one leg between his legs and he had my other leg holding it up in the air. My foot was against his dick and balls. His dick was soft but swollen. I wiggled my toes against it a little.

“Do I do it up or down?” he asked. He motioned with the razor, up the leg and then down.

“Do it up, very slowly. And rinse the razor every time.”

He did a very good job on my calf where most of the hair was. There wasn’t much on my thigh and it was fine and soft. He kept getting distracted when he shaved that part. I had to tell him to watch where he was shaving. When he finished one leg, he ran his hand up and down and nodded. “Smooth.”

I swapped legs with him and put my other foot against his dick and balls. It wasn’t soft anymore. It was sticking up out of the water with its head uncovered. Nice. He lathered up my other leg and then gave it a careful shaving too.

He stood up and held out his hands to me. I took them and let him pull me up. He turned, opened the drain to let the water out, and closed the shower curtain. I wanted to thank him so I gave him a hug. His hard-on was in the way so I just held it up against his stomach while we hugged.

After we showered, he wanted to dry me off. I let him and then returned the favor. I found the lotion for my legs and handed it to him. His smile got bigger and he squatted down and squirted lotion on one hand, rubbed his hands together, and rubbed my legs up and down.

“You didn’t shave that high, Kerry,” I told him when his hand rubbed the inside of my thigh.

“I know but you’re so soft and smooth there. I just like touching you.”

I liked it too so I didn’t stop him. When he stood up, he picked up one of the damp towels and folded it a couple of times. I watched when he put it on the counter top beside the sink. Then he surprised me. He put his hands on my waist, lifted me, and sat me down on the towel. I didn’t know he was that strong.

“Kerry, we don’t have time to do this,” I said. “We’re supposed to be in bed by now. You know we’ve got school tomorrow.”

“Please. I want to. I love you and I want to do something to make you feel good. We’ll both go to sleep quicker.”

He wasn’t even smiling when he said that. He was just looking directly in my eyes. It was enough to convince me.

I leaned back against the mirror with my hands on the edge of the counter top. He looked down to see how I was positioned, put his hands on my hips, and pulled me forward until I was where he wanted me. Then he folded another towel and put it on the floor in front of me. He gave me one of his big grins and knelt down on it. That’s when I closed my eyes. 

He put my feet on his shoulders and then spread my knees apart. He had learned what Kathryn and I had been trying to teach him. He was very slow and very gentle. Sometimes I could hardly tell when his tongue was touching me. He licked up again and again and I could tell that my labia were separating and opening. 

After a while, he put his hands sort of under my butt so that his thumbs were both pointed in. He used them to pull my pussy lips apart so I was really open to him. He knew that was the way I liked it, when he could get to the sensitive part between my vagina and my clitoris. I waited to see it he would do it right. He did. 

He stuck his tongue out, hard, as far as he could, and used it to tongue-fuck me for a minute or so, trying to see how deep he could get his tongue in my vagina. After that, he just licked slowly and gently from there up to my clitoris until I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore. I put my hands on his head and grabbed his hair. He knew what that meant. He concentrated on my clit then. He always said he had trouble finding it because it was so little but he always did. 

Then he did something he’d never done before. He stuck one thumb in my pussy and worked it around until he got it slippery. I loved that while he was sucking my clit. But then he moved that thumb down a few inches and found my pink pucker. That’s what he’d called it one time when he’d seen it when he went down on me. He started stroking it and sucking my clitoris at the same time. I couldn’t help it. I started coming and trying to pull him bald headed at the same time. 

He stood up and let my feet fall to the floor. I tried to stand but my legs didn’t want to work right. He held me until my heart stopped pounding and my breathing slowed down and I could stand up by myself. That’s when I realized his dick was between my legs and pressing up against my pussy. It scared me and I pushed him back.

“Don’t, Kerry,” I said, “you can’t put it in me.”

He looked at me with a big frown on his face this time.

“I know that, Arial,” he said. “I’m not that stupid. I wasn’t trying to.”

“We agreed we wouldn’t do that, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, we agreed. You don’t have to worry. I wouldn’t do that even if you were on the pill. I’d be crazy to try to do it when you’re not. I know Mom got pregnant with me when she was on the pill. When you have a baby, it won’t be mine.”

I remembered something nobody else knew except Mom and, of course, Dad, since I knew she told him everything.

“I am on the pill, Kerry. I’ve been taking it for over a month now. Mom took me to her doctor.”

He looked at me and another of his smiles crept over his face.

“You and Brad are going to do it, huh?”

“Maybe. About Thanksgiving Brad may have something to be thankful for.”

He gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m glad, Arial. Brad’s a nice guy. I know he makes you happy and that’s what matters to me. Just let me know if I can help you with him.”

“OK, but right now I think I need to help you with something.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

I positioned him in front of the bathroom sink. When I reached for the bottle of baby oil, he knew what I was going to do.

“I did Brad like this. He squirted over the sink and on the mirror.”

“Did you make him clean it up?”

“No, I did it. And I’ll clean it up for you this time if you shoot that far. But I want you to promise you’ll clean up every time you jack off in the sink from now on.”

“Sometimes I forget.”

“Yeah, sure you do.”

“OK, I promise.”

I coated his dick with the baby oil and stood behind him while I jacked him off. He was just like Brad. He kept grinning at me while I looked around his side and watched in the mirror. He shot just about as far as Brad but his wasn’t as white and heavy.

When he finally quieted down again, I pushed him to one side and ran the water to wash his little swimmers down the same way Brad’s had gone. Then I thought of one more little clean up detail I needed to take care of.

I squatted down and milked his dick a couple of times. One big drop came out and I licked it off. I looked up at him, swirled the last little bit around in my mouth, and then swallowed. He rewarded me with another big smile. I stood up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

“You taste good but the baby oil doesn’t. Maybe we should keep some olive oil in here.”

“Do you think that would work the same way?

“I don’t see why not. Now, would you like to sleep with me?” I asked.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“I said sleep, Kerry. That’s all.”

“OK.”

In bed, I made him turn over away from me. I spooned up behind him with my right leg over his, put my hand on his butt, and relaxed, ready to go to sleep. It was nice to be in warm and in bed with him with the comforter over us.

“Arial, have you and Brad done it yet? I mean oral sex,” he asked.

“Half yes, half no. I’ve given him a blowjob. He hasn’t gone down on me yet.”

“Why hasn’t he done it? Don’t you want him to?”

“Sure I want him to do it but I can’t ask him. If he does it, he’s the one who has to come up with the idea. He doesn’t know it but he’s not going to get another blow-job until he does.”

“I want Leigh to do it too but she’s not sure what she wants to.  How can I get her to do it with me?”

“What do you mean? Do you want her to give you a blow-job or do you want to go down on her?”

“I mean both. You know I love to do it either way.”

“Why don’t you do what I’m doing? Just go down on her first and don’t ask for anything in return. Let her decide when she wants to do you.”

“Do you think that’d work?”

“I hope it works with Brad. I’m going to give him a good chance this Saturday night.”

He rolled over and pushed me over with my back to him. He wiggled up close to me, wrapped his arm around me, and put his hand on my breast. I knew he liked to go to sleep that way.

“Arial, sometime you put on some white panties and I’ll put on some white briefs and then let’s fool around. OK?”

“OK. I like you in those white briefs. That’d be nice.”

“I wish I could get you and Leigh in white panties and fool around with both of you.”

“Well, I’d like to get you and Brad in white briefs and play with both of you. Would you do that?”

“Sure.”

“Really? You mean it?”

“Yeah, I mean it.”

“Maybe after Thanksgiving. I’ll see if I can to figure out how to get him to do it.”

“OK.”

 “Mom asked me to go to the outlet mall with her tomorrow night. Those all cotton briefs he wears don’t stretch and they look uncomfortable. Do you think he’d like some briefs like I bought you? 

“They’re the next best thing to nothing.”

“I’ll get you and him some of the same kind.”

“Arial, shut up and go to sleep.”

“OK.”

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By Saturday, Brad and Kavan had made all the arrangements for us to take Professor Johnson to the cave on the Freeloft property. 

Kavan cleared it with Lauren since she’d bought the property and then went and talked to Mrs. Freeloft about the cave. She’d been in it a few times with her husband and she remembered lots about it, even if her husband couldn’t.

Brad told Professor Johnson how to find the road leading to the Freeloft property. He agreed to meet us at nine o’clock on the top of the hill where Lauren’s new house was being constructed. Brad said he’d bring carbide lamps and flashlights and hard-hats for everybody. He said we had to wear jeans with a sweatshirt and our sturdiest boots. 

Kathryn and I agreed to bring lunch and we just got bread and salami and cheese at Ippolito’s Deli and then got fruit at the supermarket. Kavan said he’d get water from the well that served the Freeloft house and Lauren’s construction site. 

Kerry invited Leigh and Brad said he’d be glad to pick her up on the way to the Freeloft property. 

 Kavan and Kathryn left about eight o’clock in his truck so they could visit with the Freelofts for a while until the rest of us arrived. Mom sent them a loaf of banana-nut bread and a pound of the coffee she likes.

Brad arrived a few minutes after they left in his Jeep. I had all the food packed in two back-backs so it would be easy to carry and Kerry and I were ready to go. I offered to sit in the back so Kerry could sit up front but he wanted to get in the back. I wondered why because I knew he liked to sit up front. Then I remembered we were going to pick up Leigh. She was really cute when we picked her up. She had on boots with her jeans, a big sweatshirt, and a baseball cap. She almost looked like a boy.

We drove up to the Freeloft’s house a few minutes before nine and Professor Johnson wasn’t there. Mrs. Freeloft invited us all in to visit with her and her husband. She said he was having a good day and could tell us about the cave. Kavan and Kathryn were sitting around the kitchen table talking with him. Brad and Leigh had never met them and I’d already explained that Mr. Freeloft had memory problems.

Professor Johnson arrived and Brad introduced him as Doctor Johnson since he had a Ph.D. He looked like an older college student and was dressed the same way we were. We were all headed down the hill toward the cave a few minutes later.

Professor Johnson got real excited when he saw the area in front of the cave. It didn’t look like anything special to me but he said it was an Indian midden, the garbage dump for people who once lived in the cave. He scratched around in the dirt and found mussel shells and pottery and lots of tiny broken pieces of flint. He said he guessed somebody made a lot of arrowheads while sitting near the opening to the cave.

When we went inside the cave, he said the cave was cut by the river when it was at a higher lever, dissolving its way through limestone rock layers. That was hard for me to believe since the cave was now well above the river level. Inside the cave, he found flint nodules and he said they were raw materials for arrowheads. He even told us where the flint probably came from. We explored for maybe an hour before the passageways become too narrow. Professor Johnson said experienced spelunkers might be able to go lots farther but it was too risky for inexperienced cavers. We turned around and were almost back to the entrance when I slipped and fell.

At first I thought the only thing hurt was my dignity. But when Brad held out his hand and helped me up, pain shot through my ankle and I almost fell again. Brad caught me and held me up. I stood there until the pain quieted down. I didn’t think it was bad but I knew I’d injured it a little.

Brad and Kavan made a carry-seat with their arms and then carried me out of the cave. They let me try to stand again and my ankle was still painful but not really bad enough to make me cry. They sat me down on the Indian midden and Brad told me to let Dr. Johnson take a look at it. He said he’d had first-aid training and he treated a lot of the spelunkers. Brad took my boot off and Dr. Johnson examined my ankle. He said he didn’t think it was anything to worry about but he’d be able to tell better after an hour or so.

While we ate lunch, Dr. Johnson said the cave would be a great place to excavate to see when Indians had lived in it and what their life had been like. He didn’t really give us a lecture but he answered all our questions about Indians and caves and archaeology. When Kerry said something about Neanderthal man living in central European caves about thirty thousand years ago, he explained how the shells could tell how long ago the Indians had used the cave. I could see why Brad found it all so fascinating.

After about an hour, Dr. Johnson checked my ankle again. He said he didn’t see any swelling or any discoloration and he thought it would be OK in a day or so. Brad put my boot back on me and I tried to stand again. I could stand OK but when I tried to walk, it hurt just a little. Brad was worried about me and kept saying he was responsible but he really wasn’t.

I told him I could climb up the hill and walk to the Freeloft’s house but he wanted to carry me. I told him he couldn’t carry me that far but he insisted he could. I finally gave in because I guess I wanted him to do it. I got on his back and he carried me up the hill with only a couple of rest stops. At the top of the hill, I tried to walk but my ankle still caused too much pain. Brad convinced Professor Johnson that he didn’t have to stay and he left. The rest of us lay around under a huge sweet gum tree for a while and then Brad carried me to the car.

When we got home, I told Brad to drive around behind the house so we could go in through the basement and get rid of our muddy clothes and boots. Mom came down when she heard us come in. When she saw me hobbling, I told her what had happened. Brad took my boots off and she looked at it. There was still no swelling or discoloration so she agreed with Dr. Johnson that it was just a minor sprain.

We all had mud from the cave on our jeans and sweatshirts so Mom told us to take them off downstairs. She said we could bathe and stay in sweat suits until she washed and dried our jeans. Everybody’s boots were muddy and Brad said it was best just to let them air dry for a few days and then brush the dried dirt off.

We all started taking off our clothes except for Leigh. Mom could see that she wasn’t comfortable getting naked like the rest of us and offered to take her upstairs and let her undress and bathe by herself. Kerry started pleading with her. Brad told her how difficult it had been for him the first time he got naked with us and how much he enjoyed it after that. She decided she could do it, turned her back, I don’t know why, and took off her clothes.

I’d always thought Kerry’s little-boy butt was beautiful but Leigh’s little-girl butt was just as beautiful. She was still slim like a boy and hadn’t started getting a woman’s rear yet. She had little girl breasts too, hardly more than a handful. She had more pubic hair than Kerry did though. 

Kavan went over to the shower and started the water. Kathryn said she wished she could soak in a tub because she was aching in muscles she didn’t know she had. Kerry asked Mom if we could use the Jacuzzi in her bathroom. Mom looked around at the six of us and told Kerry what he should have known - that we wouldn’t all fit. He said he didn’t care, that it would be fun to try.

We tried and I guess Mom was right. Kavan and Kathryn got on the wider end side by side. Brad and I got on the narrow end and I had to sit on his legs. I guess I was sitting on his dick too but for once it didn’t get hard. Kerry tried to get in the middle without breaking somebody’s legs and then Leigh tried to get in the middle facing him. We got most of all twelve legs under water. It was kind of nice with the hot water swirling all around.

Kerry started calling Mom and Dad, telling them to come and see. Leigh tried to shush him but he wouldn’t stop. Mom and Dad came and just stood looking at us. Dad just shook his head like he couldn’t believe it and then left. Mom put a big stack of towels on the counter and then left too.

We had a lot of fun drying each other off. Kerry did it again and, as he always says, popped a boner. He had to show it off and got a smile from all of us, including Leigh. I think she was getting a little more comfortable being around us. Kavan and Brad managed to keep their dicks under control at least part way.

We all got dressed in sweat suits again. Kavan and I got some of the heavy white socks we like to wear around the house for Brad and Leigh so none of us had to put on sneakers. I was putting on my socks when I realized my ankle had almost quit hurting.


TO BE CONTINUED:
