 
 THE MEASURE OF MAN

 An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Fifty-Four


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


CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Arial Stuart, 15; Brad Weaver, 17

TELLING THE STORY
Arial Stuart

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(ARIAL)


“A couple of years ago, when I was fifteen,” Brad said, “I had… I don’t know what you’d call it… I had… another guy and I had sex with each other for a while.” 

I could tell how much it hurt him to tell me. His brows were wrinkled up and his face was taut and I knew what I said was important.

“I love you, Brad,” I said.

He looked at me without saying anything for a while. Finally he took a deep breath, let it out, and seemed to relax a little.

“Thanks. I needed to hear you say that.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“Yeah. He’s a senior at school now, a year older than me. We’re still friends but we don’t see each other much anymore.”

“Do I know him?”

“I don’t think so. I’m not going to tell you who he is.”

“That’s OK. Tell me about it. What happened? What did you do?”

“I’ve known him most of my life. We’ve been friends since we started to school. We were fishing buddies when we were just old enough to go off by ourselves. It started when we went camping on the river behind his house. We got to talking about sex and jacking off and we got naked and jacked off with each other. Then later that night we got to fooling around with each other and he gave me a blowjob. He wanted me to do him but I couldn’t. He acted like he didn’t mind but I could tell he did.”

“That’s not so bad, Brad. I know lots of guys fool around with each other when they’d rather do it with girls.”

“Yeah, well, I guess the bad thing is I liked doing it with him. The next time we went camping, I sucked his dick too. I got so damn hot and I wanted to do it. It took a few more times together but I learned to suck his dick until he came and then I’d spit it on his stomach. He’d suck mine and swallow it but I just couldn’t do that.”

“Did you fuck each other?” I asked.

“No. He wanted me to fuck him but I just couldn’t. He tried to fuck me once but I made him stop. I sort of wanted him too but at the same time I didn’t. If we’d kept on camping together, I probably would have fucked him. Hell, I’d have let him fuck me too, I guess.”

“You stopped? Why?”

“He kept telling me he was gay and talking about coming out and how his parents would kill him if he did. To look at him, you’d never know he’s gay. He still hasn’t come out but he says he’s leaving here when he graduates next month. He wants to go where there are lots of gays, where he won’t feel like a freak. I didn’t think I was gay because girls turned me on more than he ever did.”

“Is that why you were worried about doing something with Kerry, like something that would make him think he was gay?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it was. I like Kerry a lot. It’s nothing like the way I feel about you. He’s just somebody I’d like to have as a friend. Anyway, I liked fooling around with him when the three of us were playing. But I don’t want to do anything to hurt him. And I guess I’m kind of worried about liking it too much, when I do something with him.”

“Brad, I think about what it would be like to fool around with another girl. If I got a chance, I’d do it. I’d let Nicole make love to me anytime and I guess I’d do it to her too. Sometimes I wish I could be a free spirit like her.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Well, you’re just making that up so I won’t be ashamed of what I’ve done.”

“Brad, you don’t need to be ashamed of anything. I think we’re both just normal and learning about sex and curious about what it’s like with other guys and girls. I don’t love you and Kerry any less just because you’ve sucked each other’s dicks a little. I’m not ashamed of giving either one of you a blowjob. I intend to keep on doing it. I love both of you, you in one way and him in another. I’ll always love my little brother.”

“Sheez, if anybody had told me a few years ago that life could be so complicated because of sex, I wouldn’t have believed them.”

“Brad, my parents have always taught us that we shouldn’t be ashamed of what we do when it comes to sex. They say we’ll probably screw up once in a while but we’ll figure out what we want eventually.”

“I hope so. I just know I love you and I don’t want to fuck that up.”

“Why did you feel like you had to tell me about it?” I asked.

“You know the jock that flipped your fanny as the Grease Trap, I think he called me a fag because he thought I was one. Some of the jocks think my friend’s gay and they probably think I am too. If I tell you the truth now, it won’t matter what short of shit they spread around about me, will it?”

“No, but I wish you wouldn’t worry about what those cretins think anyway. They just call guys fags to hurt them. I don’t think there’s anything bad about what you’ve done.”

“I guess I’ve just got to learn to trust you, haven’t I, as long as I tell you the truth?”

“We’ve both got to learn to do that, Brad. We’ve already learned a lot together, haven’t we?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, and I’ve learned a lot from your family too. Like when we went to the cabin last February when it snowed.”

“My family’s like that, Brad. We’re not ashamed of having fun with each other. I want you to quit worrying about it so much.”

“Did your Mom really say it was OK for you to tell me all about Luke and Rachael? You know, like how he was when he first came to live with your family, and how your Mom and Dad decided to show him what real love and sex were like? They weren’t ashamed to let you kids know about that?”

“Uh huh, she said it was OK. I talked to her about it when I knew Luke and Rachael were moving back here. She said you’d learn about it sooner or later and it would be best for me to tell you. And no, Mom and Dad aren’t ashamed that they had sex with them. Luke and Rachael were both hurt a lot growing up. Mom and Dad just tried to help them. Dad even paid for counseling for both of them when they were in college.”

“Were you going to tell me he was your first?”

“I should have told you without you asking,” I said. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t want it to hurt us.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, Arial. Last August, you didn’t even know me. Please don’t worry about telling me stuff like that. I can handle it.”

“If we went to the cabin again and Luke and Rachael were there, could you handle it if we all started playing around again?”

“I don’t know. Yeah, I guess so. I never thought I could do stuff like that, especially with Siobhan. Damn, it was fun!”

“She’s still a beautiful woman, Brad. Can you imagine how Dad felt about her when they married? Think about Luke and how he felt when he was just your age, almost eighteen. Mom was just thirty-five then. Would you have done anything different if you had been him?”

“Probably not. If you were with Luke while you were at the cabin, where was Rachael? Was somebody with her?”

“Yes. Somebody you know very well. He thinks you’re a great guy.”

“You mean Kerry? Damn, that’s something! I guess it makes sense. Maybe all boys ought to have an older woman to teach them.” 

“Mom and Rachael thought Luke would be a good teacher for me, Brad. So did Lauren. He really was. I wanted everything in a hurry. He was very patient and kind and loving with me.”

“Are you going to want to make love with him again?”

“I don’t know, Brad. Right now, I don’t want anybody but you. If I ever do it with anybody else, you’ll know about it and you’ll be OK with it, like Dad was with Mom doing it with Luke.”

“Do you think he and Rachael would ever want to do something with us, swapping around, you know, with me and you like they did with Kieran and Siobhan? I don’t know how I’d feel about doing that.”

“You were OK with what we did at the cabin with Mom and Dad, I mean, Siobhan and Kieran, weren’t you? Wasn’t it fun to pretend they were just kids too and then to fool around with everybody like we did? They’re not different from us just because they’re older.”

“Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I never dreamed I could do anything like that but it was fun. I’m just glad you didn’t get serious with anybody else but me. Maybe I’m just jealous.”

“Brad, I’ve never let Kerry or Kavan or Dad do what you’ve done with me. They’re family and somehow it’s just something we haven’t done. I remember how Mom and Dad talked to the three of us about it when Kavan started developing. We knew it was OK if we played with each other but Kavan knew he’d better not try to get his dick in me.”

“Well, I’m not family, Arial. Is it OK for me to do it?”

“With whom? Me or Mom?”

“Shit, Arial, I couldn’t fuck your Mom.”

“Wouldn’t you like to?”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll admit it. You know how much I like her. If she wasn’t your Mom, I’d love to do it with her. When we were at the cabin and I got my face down there in her red hair, I wanted to stick my dick in there instead of my tongue.”

“She’s a beautiful woman, Brad. I don’t blame you from being attracted to her. I was just a little girl when Luke did it with her. I knew what they’d done but I didn’t really understand it. It didn’t make me love Luke or Mom any less.”

“Damn, it’s hard to figure out, isn’t it? Maybe I’d fuck around with lots of women if I knew it wouldn’t hurt you. It’s hard to make sense of what my dick wants and what my heart wants and what my head wants. Maybe someday we’ll decide we can do what your Mom and Dad did with Luke and Rachael, maybe not. I just don’t know.”

“What does your heart want?”

“You, just you. Nobody else.”

“And your head?”

“To be the kind of man you can love for the rest of your life.”

“If you got another chance to play around, not with Mom and Dad, but with somebody closer to our age, would you do it?”

“Maybe. If it’s OK with you. Who do you mean?

“I think Stuart and Joanne are thinking of doing something this summer and inviting us. They said something to me about it the last time I babysat for them.”

“What?”

“Lauren and Mr. Jack have invited Mom and Dad to go with them to the West Coast for a week or so this summer. They want to show them some places in Northern California and Oregon. They’d fly out and then rent a car and drive all over the place. Luke and Rachael and their kids will be staying with the Andersens then. Stuart and Joanne said maybe all of us could all go to the cabin for a couple of days.”

“You mean Stuart and Joanne, Luke and Rachael, all four kids, me and you, and I guess Kavan and Kerry too? Kathryn will be in New York then, won’t she?”

“Yeah, I think she’s going to stay there. I think Kavan’s pretty much accepted that already.”

“Well, what would we do? Do you think we’d fool around and do stuff like we did when we went in February? You think Stuart and Joanne would like to do that? Would Luke and Rachael?”

“I don’t know, Brad. When we went to the cabin last August, we had a lot of fun playing together. We spent one night in the old farmhouse, trying to find out if it was haunted, while Mom and Dad and Lauren kept the kids. We did all sorts of silly things with each other and then each slept with one person. I slept with Luke.”

“How about Kerry? Who was he with?”

“Well, he had his dick in three women that night and I wasn’t one of them. He slept with Rachael.”

“Damn, you mean he fucked Kathryn and Rachael and Joanne, all three?”

I nodded. He looked at me with just a little smile on his face. I guess he was thinking about what might happen if he went to the cabin with the rest of us and what he might do.

“Sheez, that’s hard to believe, that little Squirt could screw three different women in one night,” he said.

“Brad, I didn’t mean he did it with all three until he came. He threatened to ravage four women so we got him down and did it instead. We were just playing around and doing silly stuff and we decided nobody could come until after midnight. I don’t guess he came with anybody but Rachael.”

“And you think if we all went to the cabin with them while your parents are gone, we might get silly and do something like that?”

“Maybe. It’s not something we do at the cabin all the time, Brad. I told you we’ll probably go a few times this summer with Aunt Kara and Uncle Alan’s families. Grandpa and Grandma Stuart might even be there. We’re usually naked part of the time but nobody has sex except in their own bedroom. We’ve never played around with all of them.”

“Your grandparents, they go naked too?”

“They did one time last summer. It was the first time they’d been naked with everybody else. I know Grandpa Stuart liked it. I think Grandma Stuart was a little uncomfortable.”

We were quiet for a while then. He was lying on his side, his head propped up on his arm and hand. I was lying on my back, my knees raised, and my hands on my tummy. He kept looking at my face, all serious and calm. I wondered what he was thinking.

“Life can be so damn complex, Arial,” he finally said. “A year ago I never would have thought about all this, trying to understand it all and know what the right thing to do is.”

“Me either, Brad. A year ago, I was still a little girl just dreaming about a man to love me.” 

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about us, Arial,” he said. “About whether we can stay with each other and grow up and get married and have kids and be happy for the rest of our lives – all that sort of stuff.”

I looked at him again. The sun shining through the leaves danced around on his face and chest. I loved looking at him, at his square shoulders and muscular arms. His hair was all mussed up but he was still beautiful.

“I think about it too, Brad, lots of nights before I go to sleep. I’m not just a silly all the time.”

“I know, Arial. But listen – bringing you up here is my way of telling you something about me, about the sort of person I am. I’m not going to change. You can’t make me into something I don’t want to be. You’re going to have to take me just the way I am if you want me.”

“Are you happy with me, the way I am?” I asked.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t change anything about you. But let’s talk about me, OK?”

“OK.”

“Why do you think I brought you here, just you and me, and I didn’t take you to a rock concert or a baseball game or to the races at Charlotte?”

“Why, Brad? Tell me.”

“Because this is the kind of guy I am, Arial. I need to get off somewhere like this sometimes. I like to come here and just walk around and look at stuff. When I come with my hiking buddies, we hardly talk to each other because we know why we’re here. I like to sit down somewhere and listen. Once I brought a book to read. Maybe you think that’s stupid, to bring a book all the way out here and then sit and read it.”

“No, Brad, I don’t think it’s stupid.”

“I don’t need to be around crowds to have a good time, Arial. I can do it by myself or with a few friends. Sometimes I like to be in a crowd, if it’s something at school with a bunch of people I know. I loved going to the musical review at school. I love being with all your family. But I need places like this, where it’s private and peaceful.”

“Girls can’t come to places like this by themselves, Brad. Maybe that’s why I like to read. I can go to my own private places.”

“When I come here, I usually don’t want to talk. I like to be quiet and just listen. It’s like I reconnect with something. I can go all day at school and never think about what I want my life to be like. I come up here and I think about what’s important and what I really want to do with my life.”

I looked around at the trees and the shade behind us, the rock and sunshine in front of us, and it did seem like a good place to think about stuff like that. All I could hear was the sounds of birds and the murmur of water and the wind in the trees. We could have been the only people in the world.

“I’m glad the Park doesn’t tell everybody about this place,” I said. “It should stay just like it is, without any sign that people even exist. It’s too beautiful to be destroyed by people.”

“A lot of people would say there’s nothing much here,” he said.

“I know, but they’re wrong. There’s beauty, solitude, peace; that’s a lot, isn’t it?”

He nodded and smiled at me.

“My Dad wouldn’t spend five minutes here, Arial,” he said “He’d be bored. I’m not going to be a doctor like him. It eats up his life. I’ll never be a lawyer and bill clients for eighty-hour weeks. That’s just not me. It never will be because I won’t let it.”

“What do you want to be, Brad?”

“I don’t know yet and I’m not worried about it. I’d like to be something like your Dad, have a good job, one that leaves me time to be with my wife and kids. If you’re my wife, I’ll want you to have at least a couple of kids and I’ll love all of you with all my heart. I want to be able to spend time with my wife and kids. I don’t want a job or profession that comes ahead of my family.”

“Don’t you think that’s what I want too? I don’t want a husband I never see.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to date some other guys and see what they’re like?”

“No, Brad. Do you?”

“No, Arial, I don’t want to date any other guys.”

“Silly, you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, and the answer’s still no. I can’t ever imagine finding a sweeter, more loving woman than you. They way you look is nice too but I think I could love you even if you weren’t beautiful.”

“You’d marry me even with my crazy family?”

“You asked me once if I wanted to marry your family, didn’t you? I don’t remember why. I told you I wanted to marry you and that’s really what I want. But I like your family. I like the way all of you have accepted me into it. I’d like to be part of your family. Someday, I’d like us to have a family of our own just like yours.”

“We’re not that different from lots of other families, Brad. We don’t mind running around naked and we try to be honest with each other about sex. But we’re just like a lot of families in the way we love each other.”

“Arial, did you know I’ve never lived in a house with a yard. We always lived in apartments until Dad got the condo. When I helped you and Kerry rake leaves last fall, I thought about how nice that was for days.”

He rolled over on his stomach and propped up on his elbows. His face was just below my breasts. He put the side of his face down on my stomach and looked up through my breasts at my face.

“You’re funny. You wouldn’t enjoy it as much if you had to do it every year.”

“Maybe not. When we went down to the creek with Kerry and Kenjiro, I felt like a little kid when we started digging up stuff. I never got to do things like that when I was little. I think all kids ought to have a creek to play in when they’re little. You don’t appreciate things like that because you’ve always had them.”

“You don’t mind the way we are about sex? Are you used to that by now?”

He was kissing me lightly on my stomach when I asked. He licked out my navel thoroughly and then looked up at me to answer.

“I like the way your family is about sex, Arial,” he said. “The first night we spent together, in your house, in your bed, with your parents knowing what we were going to do and it was OK with them, I liked that. We knew they were going to do the same thing too. I like the way they let us know they do the same things we do and we don’t have to hide it from them. It’s kind of cool. I’d like to have kids with you and raise them that way.”

“You said this was serious. I guess it is, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I want you to think about where we’re going with each other. I’m not going to try to change you and you’re not going to change me. You’ve got to understand the kind of guy I am and make up your mind whether you want me for a husband some day.”

“You sure you don’t want to change me?”

He put the side of his face back down with his cheek against my pubic hair. He rubbed a finger around and around on one nipple while he talked to me.

“No, except for the way you try to manipulate me. I know what you’re doing. I may play dumb but I’m not. I talked to your Dad about it once. He says he’s happy letting your Mom run lots of stuff about their lives. He says they talk to each other so much that he knows what she wants and he wants her to have it, like wanting to have another baby at their age. I can be happy that way, Arial. You don’t need to treat me like a puppet with strings. Just talk to me and tell me what you want. I think we can work everything out if we just do that.”

“Mom’s not just wanting to have another baby, Brad. She’s going to. She’s pregnant."

“Are you sure?”

“She’s sure. She missed her period. She says she knows.”

“How does Kieran feel about it?”

“He’s tickled pink. They’re both so happy with it they’re like newlyweds. Just don’t tell anybody yet. Nobody but family knows about it. She wants to wait a while to be sure before she tells anybody else.”

“I guess that’s why they were looking at each other that way this morning,” he said. “I wondered why. I guess I thought it was because they’d just been making love.”

“They probably had. Mom says Dad’s at her like he was when they first married. I hope we can be like that someday, for the rest of our lives.”

“For the rest of our lives?” he asked. “Are you sure?”

He turned his face downward and started kissing all around my pubic hair, then licking it, and then pulling on it with his lips.

“Yeah, that’s the way I want it. Do you, if I quit pulling your strings?”

He reached up with his hand to get a hair out of his mouth. I couldn’t help but giggle. He finally got it out and answered.

“Yeah, that’s the way I want it. I don’t care if you do try to pull my strings, Arial. It’s fun when you do it. I get a kick out of it.”

He turned his face back downward and started kissing me on my thighs. Then he stuck his tongue out and started licking on each side of my pussy, just where my legs join my body.

“I don’t want anybody but you, Brad. It scares me but I don’t want to change anything, not about you, not about the way we’re headed with each other.”

He looked up at me again, his face all serious.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Oh, shut up, you dummy. I’m going to cry.”

“Will you let me hold you while you cry?”

“Yes, if you’ll make love to me.”

“Here, where the dragon can watch us?”

“I will if you will.”

“I love you,” he said. 

I started to say it too but then I remembered we weren’t going to say it back every time. I put my head back down on my boot and jeans pillow. He moved up closer and leaned over me, looking down at me.

“How do I love thee?” he whispered.

“You read it?”

“You said I should read some of her stuff. I’ve never liked poetry like that before. I always thought it was kind of dumb. But what she wrote is the way I feel about you, especially those lines of the poem.”

“Do you remember them?”

“Yeah, it goes: ‘How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach…’ There’s more but that’s the part I like.”

I held out my arms to him and he moved even closer to me. I shut my eyes and waited for his lips to find mine. He kissed me softly, just lips against lips, and then put his cheek against mine, his mouth just at me ear.

“I do love you, Arial,” he whispered. “Words aren’t enough to say how much.”

“I know,” I said. “They really can’t say what we feel, can they?”

He moved back and pulled me against him, so that my breasts were pressed against his chest. He nudged his knee between my legs and I put one leg over his hip. We both moved closer until our bodies were as close as we could get – almost. I could feel something warm and firm, maybe even hard, between us. We were quiet for a minute or so looking in each other’s eyes. 

“Make love to me,” I whispered. “Please.”

He just looked at me, unsmiling, with eyes boring into mine.

“I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life,” he whispered.

“And I love you that way too, Brad Weaver,” I whispered back.

He pushed me down on my back again, leaned across me, and propped over me on one arm. For a minute or so, he just looked at me, at my face, then at my breasts, my face again, back to my breasts. With one fingertip, he teased the nipple on my left breast again, gently circling around it, stroking upward on it, and then did the same to the right one. I watched as he used his thumb and fingers to tease both of them into standing up and hardening. 

“I love your breasts,” he whispered.

He leaned over, found my breast with his mouth, and I shut my eyes and let him play. He used his lips and tongue on one nipple and his thumb and finger on the other. He swapped a couple of times and I drifted away with what I was feeling.

When he stopped I waited, expecting him to do something else, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and he was looking down at me with his jackass grin on his face.

“Did you like that, little girl?”

I didn’t answer. I sat up and pushed him down on the blanket on his back.

“It’s my turn,” I said, and I slid my hand down over his face to make him close his eyes.

He brought his arms around, put his hands under his head, and waited. I looked up and down at his lanky body, hard muscles on his chest and stomach, little circles of kinky hair around each nipple, a sparse patch of dark hair in the center of his chest, a faint trail down to his navel, where the dark hair exploded into a tangle around the base of his dick and between his legs. He was cute, especially his dick, lying there on his stomach, head uncovered, ready. I put my hand on his stomach, just an inch or so away from his dick, and decided to leave it alone for a while.

I leaned over him, found his nipple with my mouth, and tried to suck it off. I heard him pull in his breath and squeeze out something that sounded like “sheeiitt.” I kept at it, sucking on first one and then the other and I could feel the muscles in his stomach harden each time. Finally I straightened up, tried to smile the way he did, and waited. When he opened his eyes, I asked, “Did you like that, little boy?”

He sat up, growled, “It’s my turn,” and pushed me down again. I put my hands under my head, just like him, and waited. He put one hand on my thigh, just inches away from where I wanted it, and then kissed me on my stomach. He stuck his tongue in my navel and licked a wet trail up over my breast, to my nipple. Then it was back to my navel, up again to the other nipple. His hand kept creeping closer to my pussy and I opened my legs wider for him.

He moved around and I opened my eyes. He was on his knees beside me, looking down at me.

“Will you let me do what I want to with you?” he whispered.

I nodded and he gave me his jackass grin again.

“No matter what it is?” he whispered.

I nodded again. He moved one knee between my legs, pushed them further apart, and moved the other knee between them. He was still for a minute or so, just looking down at me, holding his dick in his hand. 

“I want to fuck you between your breasts,” he whispered.

“Brad, you’re silly. They’re not big enough to do that.”

“Yeah, they are. Just push them together.”

I put my hands on the sides of my breasts and pushed. It did make just a little cleavage there. I looked up and he was grinning even wider.

He moved up over me on his knees until he was about at my waist and then leaned over me propped up with one hand beside my head. He held his dick with the other and brought it down until it touched me. I saw a fat little drop shining at the end of his dick. He rubbed the head just between my breasts, pulled back, squeezed out another clear drop, rubbed that on me, and then started sliding his dick up between my breasts. I pushed then closer together to make them tighter on his dick. I looked up at his face. He was looking at my breasts holding his dick as he slid it back and forth.

“Is that good, little boy?” I asked.

“Yeah, but not as good as pussy,” he answered.

He moved back down again until his knees were between my legs. He held his dick in his hand and looked down at my pussy. I assumed he was ready to put it in me. I was ready too.

But then, he moved further back, lay down, and lifted my legs up and over his shoulders. For a minute, he was still and I assumed he was looking at me. I didn’t care. Let him look.

He moved me like a doll, spreading and lifting my legs, bending me back. I couldn’t keep my hands under my head; I moved them down and put them on his head. He kissed a trail up the inside of one thigh, then the other, licked a trail up the inside of both thighs, kissed and licked the crease between my thighs and body – I held my breath waiting for him to kiss me where I wanted it.

When he finally did, it was so good I almost cried out. He used his tongue gently, licking up each side, up the middle, pushing in just enough to part my little lips, and finally teasing my clit with just the tip of his tongue. I faded away into nothing except what his mouth was doing to me.

When he stopped and let my legs down, I looked up. He was on his knees, between my legs, looking at me.

“Did you like that, little girl?” he whispered.

“Yes, do it some more,” I whispered.

“No.”

“No? Why?”

“Would you get on top of me, please?” he asked.

“Why? I want you to make love to me.”

“I will but I want to see you. I want to see you sitting on me with my dick in your pussy. I want to see your face when you’re riding me. I’ll do you anyway you want but, please, do it for me.”

He lay down with his head on his boot pillow again. I straddled his body with my knees on each side of his waist, put my hands on his chest, and looked down between our bodies. His dick was standing up at an angle and I decided to see if I could get it in me without using my hands.

I shut my eyes, moved up toward his chest a little, and then moved back until I felt the smooth head touch me. I wiggled a little, pushed back, wiggled some more, and felt the head touching me in just the right place. I pushed back again and it slid in just a little. I watched his face while I slowly moved up and down, more down than up, until I felt his dick pushing against something inside. I looked down and saw another inch or so separating my bottom from his stomach.

I looked at his face and he was looking down at his dick going in me. I watched his face while I pushed down again, relaxed, and pushed again, until I felt my bottom press against him. I looked between my legs again and saw my lighter hair mingled with his darker. It was so good to have his dick inside me, filling me so good, and stretching me so much. When I looked back at his face, he was looking at mine.

“Why did you want to do it this way?” I whispered.

“Because of what I dreamed Wednesday night,” he whispered back.

“What? Tell me.”

“I had a wet dream in the middle of the night. It was just crazy mixed up stuff like always. I woke up and found out I’d come all over my stomach. I remembered what I was dreaming when it happened. You were sitting on me just like you are now and I was coming inside you.”

“Do you want to do it again?”

“Yeah, this time I want to do it for real.”

 “You’ve got to do it twice.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to do it when you’re on top of me. I want you to fuck me. Forget about being slow. Just fuck me as hard as you can. When you come, I want you to fill me up with your semen.”

I moved up until his dick was just barely touching me and then slid back down as slowly as I could. 

“Damn, Arial,” he groaned.

I slid up and down a few times, just as slowly as I could, and then stopped. He put his hands on my thighs and held on.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s so good. It’s too good,” he groaned.

I pinched each of his little nipples, moved up and down a few more times, and then stopped again. I slid my hands up over his chest to his shoulders, slid them back down with my fingernails scraping against him, and then moved up and down a couple of times.

“You like it?” I whispered.

“Yeah!”

I did it a few more times. When I lifted my bottom up, I slid my hands up to his shoulders. When I slid down on his cock, I slid my fingertips down to his navel. When I felt my bottom touch his stomach, I squirmed around a little to see if I could get his dick in any deeper. I could feel his balls pressing against my behind. I didn’t want to hurt him but I kept doing it, almost bouncing off him as I did it faster and faster. I stopped again.

“Really like it?”

“Yeah!”

I did it for a minute or so longer, bouncing up and down on him, listening to the “squick, squick” sloppy sound I was making on him because I was so wet around his dick. I saw the expression on his face change to one I recognized. I stopped again and shut my eyes. I felt something familiar.

“Are you coming?” I whispered.

He didn’t say anything this time. I don’t think he could. He just nodded. From the expression on his face, he looked like he was hurting bad. I could feel him throbbing inside me and I quickly rubbed between my legs with two fingers and started coming too. If it felt half as good for him as it did for me, I knew it was the best kind of hurting.

When my breathing slowed down and I could relax a little, I opened my eyes. His were still shut and his face looked peaceful. I looked down at his chest and saw red stripes on the skin from his shoulders down over his chest. For a moment I was puzzled and then I realized what had caused it – my fingernails.

I lay down on him with my face in the side of his throat, his dick still in me. He wrapped his arms around me, hands on my fanny, with his fingertips just on each side of where his dick was. I didn’t want to talk and I don’t guess he did either. We lay there, joined together for a while, until I realized that his dick was completely soft and close to slipping out of me. I rolled off to one side and cuddled up to him.

We talked then, about everything and nothing. My head was on his shoulder and his arm curled around on my back. I could feel his hand moving tenderly around on me. I put my hand on his chest and held on to him.

“I think it would be nice to have a wedding this time of year, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think so too. When I graduate next year, would that be a good time?”

“I was sort of thinking of a couple of years from now, when I graduate. If you go to college here like you said, you’ll be through with your freshman year and maybe we could get a little apartment and live near campus.”

“I haven’t changed my mind.  I still want to go here. The college has a number of good programs I think I’d like. I’ve already looked into housing a little. There are lots of apartments within walking distance of the campus. Dad says he’ll help me get one. Where would you like to get married?”

“Oh, I don’t know, someplace quiet and peaceful like his. I don’t want a big fancy wedding. I want something with just family and a few friends. I don’t want everybody to dress up with tuxedos and stuff like that. It would be nice if it could be outdoors like this, someplace close to home.”

“I’ve got an idea.”

“What?”

“What would you think of getting married at the old church down near the creek behind your house?”

“Brad, it’s not a church any longer,” I said. “It’s just the stone floor and part of two walls.”

“Well, it is a beautiful place, with the old trees and the creek. Remember when we went there last fall, when it was cold, and we sat there on the floor next to one of the walls? The way I felt then holding you was probably the first time I really thought we might get married someday.”

“That was nice, wasn’t it? Are we just dreaming or is this real?”

“If it’s a dream, I hope I never wake up,” he whispered.

“Me, too,” I whispered back.

“If we really try, maybe we can make our dreams come true.” 

“Then let’s try, OK?”

“OK, but right now I’ve got to pee.”

“Me too.”

He stood up and pulled me up. I knew I needed to clean up a little and I tried to think of something to use. I finally thought of something. I looked inside my jeans pillow and found my cotton panties.

“You’re not going to put those on, are you?” he asked.

“No, silly, I’m not. If I can wet them, I can use them to clean up a little. Where can we go?”

He led me back across the rock to the place where the water was running down the big crack. He looked at it for a minute and I did too. I didn’t know what he had in mind. He took my hand and we walked alongside the crack, going away from the creek, and the crack split and got smaller and the water wasn’t so deep down. Finally he found a small crack, only inches wide, with clear water running through it.

“There, Princess, running water for you to piddle.”

I didn’t even ask him to look the other way. I straddled the crack, dipped the hand with my panties down and got them wet, and then added a little yellow to the stream. Brad watched me, holding his dick, until I started peeing and then he peed down into the crack too. We watched each other, both of us grinning, until we finished.

When I was finished, I used my wet panties to wipe between my legs. It was as cold as ice but it felt good. When I looked up, he was still watching and grinning. I stuck my hand down in the crack again, swished my panties up and down a few times, and stood up.

When I started toward him, I think he was about to run. He stood there and let me wipe him clean too. His dick had been soft but still a little swollen when I started. By the time I pulled his foreskin back and wiped everything clean, especially when I reached under and wiped his balls, it almost looked like something on an old statue again. A guy’s dick is really funny, the way it works. 

We walked around on the rock some more, barefooted this time. Brad showed me a little prickly pear cactus that grew in some places on the rock and told me to watch out for them. For someone who grew up in apartments, he knew so much about the different kinds of plants growing around the rocks.

We went back in the shade again fairly quickly. The rock was warm enough under our bare feet that it became uncomfortable. Brad stretched out on the blanket with his head on his pillow again. I lay down on my tummy and propped up my head on my hands like he had done earlier.

“Could you go by the hospital with me one afternoon next week?” he asked. “We both need to fill out some paperwork if we’re going to work there.”  

“I thought we were working for your Dad,” I said.

“We are but we’ll be paid from his grant money and we have to do it the hospital’s way. He’ll be the only one who bosses us.”

“OK, Tuesday would be good. I don’t have anything then. Would you eat dinner with us afterwards?”

“Arial, your Mom and Dad are going to get tired of me mooching meals.”

“Well, just do something for them. They feed me and Kavan and Kerry all the time and don’t expect much in return except some help with household chores. If you’re going to be family, you can start helping too.”

“OK, let me know what I can do.”

I moved up closer to him so that my head was right at his stomach. His dick was still soft and it was flopped over to one side. It certainly didn’t look like a little thing on a statue anymore. I tried to think of something to do to tease him.

I leaned right over his middle and stuck one finger in his inney belly button. I brushed the hair away from his naval and looked in. He had a very nice inney, all clean, no lint in it. I leaned over and stuck my tongue in it. His stomach muscles suddenly got hard under my hand. I cleaned it out even if it didn’t need it. 

I moved down toward his feet a little more and looked at all the stuff between his legs. His testicles were scrunched up between his legs, one almost on top of the other, and it looked uncomfortable. I gently pulled them up and out and tugged on his leg. He moved his legs apart a couple of inches.

I held his balls up and looked underneath. He had more hair there than anybody in my family. It was dark and sort of came together in the middle. I could see the beginning of his crack and the hair even stuck out from there. I reached in with a couple of fingers and pulled the two sides of the crack apart a little. It was just more hair.

“Arial, what the hell are you doing?” Brad growled.

“Just looking,” I said.

“Well, you’ve gone far enough.”

“Why?” I teased. “Have you got something back there that’s different?”

I tried to stick one finger back there to find out. He reached down and grabbed my arm.

“You know damn well what’s back there. It’s the same thing you’ve got. You don’t need to see it.”

“Well, I want to. You’ve seen mine lots of times. Turn over.”

“You tell me what it’s called and I’ll turn over and you can look.”

“It’s your anus, Brad,” I said. “Now turn over.”

“No. You’ve got to say the common name for it, what everybody calls it.”

“Oh, pooh, I didn’t want to see it anyway,” I said.

“What’s the matter, Princess? You can’t talk dirty like the rest of us?”

“I can if I want to.”

“Well, say it.”

I looked at him, smiled just a little, and whispered, “Asshole.”

He grinned and turned over on his stomach. I didn’t really want to see it. I just wanted to tease him. I leaned over his fanny, kissed one cheek, and then kissed the other. He started to turn back over but I stopped him.

I pulled his cheeks apart and looked. It was just lots of hair all over back there and then a neat little brown pucker. Except for little Paul and Kieran Lee, it was the closest look I’d ever got at a guys backside. I did a kissy sound with my lips and touched the little pucker with one finger. He quickly turned back over and glared at me.

“You’re bad, Arial,” he said, glowering at me.

“Yes, and you love me anyway, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah, I do,” he said, changing his expression to a smile.

His dick seemed to have gotten bigger in the last minute or so. It flopped back on his stomach pointing upward. I picked it up, looked at it for a minute, then slid the skin down, and looked some more. I scrunched up closer so I could really look at it. The dark hair on his balls sort of crawled a little way up on his dick. The rest of the skin was all smooth except for all the squiggley blood vessels underneath.

I slid the skin up and down a few time, watching the neat way it covered the head and then uncovered. I saw that fremusomething under the head that I’d heard was so sensitive. I leaned over and licked it a couple of times. I guess it was sensitive. I heard Brad draw in his breath and then let it out with something he liked to say, “Sheeiitt.”

I decided maybe I’d done enough teasing. I pulled his dick toward me, sort of like shifting gears, leaned over, and took the head in my mouth. I wasn’t trying to make him come, just trying to do something he liked, so I used my hand and mouth slowly and gently for a while. Brad didn’t say anything but I could hear him breathing. After a couple of minutes, his dick was so stiff and so swollen I couldn’t get my fingers around it.

I looked up at him and asked, “Are you ready to fuck me?”

He grinned. “Will you let me do it the way I want to?”

“Yes, but when you come, you’ve got to be on top of me.”

“OK. Get up on your hands and knees.”

I did what he said and he moved around behind me. He put his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed.

“Put your head down on the blanket, on your forearms.”

I did what he said, shut my eyes, and waited. I felt his hand on my left hip and then felt the head of his dick touching me in just the right place. He pushed once, relaxed, pushed again, put his right hand on my hip, pulled me back, pushed, pulled me back again, and I groaned as his big dick filled my cunt completely. He stopped moving and just held me tightly against him.

“It’s so fucking good,” he whispered. “You say it.”

“It’s so fucking good,” I whispered. “It’s so fucking good. It’s so fucking good. Fuck me, Brad Weaver, you fucker. Fuck me good.”

He fucked me. Slowly, gently, dick in until the front of his thighs bumped into the back of mine, until I felt stuffed so full that I could hardly stand to have him do it and I wanted him to keep doing it forever. It was so good, just slow fucking, with him pulling back on my hips and pushing forward until we bumped into each other again and again.

“Hey, Arial,” he whispered.

“What?” I groaned.

“You’ve got an asshole back here. It’s cute.”

I didn’t say anything. He saw it every time he made love to me from behind. I didn’t care if he saw it if he just kept doing it to me.

I felt something touch me, in the wrong place, and I almost panicked. I realized quickly it wasn’t his dick. That was still in me. It was his thumb or finger. I felt his hand and fingers on me and I knew it was his thumb. He teased me gently with it, just sliding his thumb around and around in a circle. I was already so hot I was about to explode and he just made me hotter. I didn’t care what he did.

“Can I fuck you in your asshole?” he whispered.

I bumped my head up and down on my forearms.

“Say it!”

I didn’t say anything. I just let him keep on slowly fucking me and rubbing me with his thumb.

“Say ‘I want you to fuck me in my asshole with your big dick, Brad Weaver.’ Say it!”

I shook my head from side to side. I was just seconds from coming and I knew it.

“Say it, damn it; say it!”

“I want…you to…fuck me…in my asshole, Brad Weaver,” I grunted it out.

“With my big dick?” he asked.

“Yes, with your…big dick,” I grunted through clenched teeth.

He pulled my fanny back against him with both hands a couple of times as hard as he could. He stopped suddenly, pressed his thumb against my asshole, and pushed until it slid in. Everything inside me started convulsing and I held my breath as the contractions squeezed my cunt around his dick again and again.

As soon as my contractions stopped, Brad pulled out, pushed me down on the blanket, and flipped me over like a rubber doll. He fell on top of me, guided his dick back into my cunt, and then slid both arms up underneath me with his hands cupping around my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around his chest, my legs around his ass, and held on. He started pounding into me and, in almost no time, he exploded inside me. 

We stayed that way, locked together, and I wanted him never to leave me. When our breathing slowed down to normal and my heart stopped beating so fast, I finally opened my eyes. He was looking down at me. I smiled, pulled his head down beside mine, and held it there.

“I love you, Brad Weaver,” I whispered in his ear. “You’re a good fucker.”

“And I love you, Arial Stuart,” he whispered. “Can I really fuck you in your asshole someday?”

“Yes, when you’re tired of my pussy,” I said. 

“Then I’ll never get your asshole cherry, will I?” he asked.

“Brad, I said you could do whatever you want to me. I mean it.”

He kissed me on the cheek, buried his face in my shoulder, and just held me.

When we finally separated, we cuddled and talked. Ms. Lauren had asked if she could have a party for me at her house and I had agreed so she and Mom had been planning it. Brad said he had a present for me and I’d never guess what it was. I tried but gave up. School would be out in a few weeks so we talked about the summer, working for his Dad, places we might go together, things we might do. He would be a senior and I would be a junior when school started again and a year later he would graduate and be in college while I was still in high school. It was almost frightening but then we talked about being together after I graduated. Just to think of that made me happy.

“Could we come back here again,” I asked, “and maybe bring somebody else.”

“Who?”

“Kerry would love this place. He’d ask you more questions about it than you could ever answer.”

“Yeah, I’d like to show it to him,” he said. “Maybe we could get Nicole to come with us, sort of another date with Kerry.”

“Kavan would like to see it. He’s really interested in landscaping stuff now. He’d love to see how beautiful this place is without anybody’s landscaping.”

“Do you think Kathryn would come too, if Kavan does? Are they still OK with each other?”

“I think so. They’re sweet with each other. I think they both know what she’s going to do.”

“Anybody else?”

“Kerry’s friend, Kenjiro. He and Kerry are getting to be good friends. They like to do things together, especially if it’s computer stuff. Maybe he’d like this place too. Maybe we could invite his sister, Akiko, too. I’d like to get to know her better, wouldn’t you?”

He didn’t answer for a minute or so.

“Arial, are you plotting and scheming again?” he asked.

“Brad Weaver, why would you think that?”

“Oh, for no reason I suppose. Just knowing you. If Kathryn leaves for New York when school’s over, Kavan won’t have a girl friend. Are you trying to set something up?”

“Brad, Akiko’s a beautiful girl but she’s nothing like Kathryn. She’s quiet and reserved and …”

He cut me off. “OK, you are. But I want to invite somebody else too.”

“OK, who?”

“Ryan, you know, the guy who waited on us at the restaurant. I talked to him about why he’s going to college here. He’s got a girlfriend who’s a junior now. She’ll be a senior in high school with us while he’s in college. They’re talking about getting an apartment together when he starts to college.”

I counted on my fingers.

“That’s ten people, Brad. It would take three cars. I wish we could all come together. Do you think we could all come in one car, a van, if we can get something big enough?”

“Don’t you ever accuse me of pulling your strings, Arial Stuart,” he said. “You know exactly what you’re trying to do, don’t you?”

“I don’t see how you can say that, Brad Weaver. You don’t love me.”

He looked at me and grinned. I couldn’t help it; I grinned back. I guess we both knew it.

We left the park a little after three o’clock. Brad let me drive his Jeep until we hit the main highway. I was proud of myself that I didn’t kill the engine even once when I had to stop and start again. He said I just needed a little more practice changing gears and using the clutch. When we swapped to let him drive, he patted my leg and told me he was proud of me.

We hardly talked the rest of the way home. The day had been so wonderful and I was content just to be quiet with him. I rested my hand on his leg, leaned the seat back, and closed my eyes. He found some quiet music on the radio and I drifted off into sleep.

When he called my name, I woke up and looked around. We were going up the hill to our house. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and then turned the mirror around so I could see my face. I was a little pink from sun but nothing bad. My hair was a mess but I didn’t care. Brad kept darting glances at me and smiling while I was doing it.

The garage door was closed so we went to the front door. There was a note on the door. “We’re Next Door. -->” We walked over to the lot Dad had bought and found Mom and Dad. We could see what they’d been doing. There were new plants all around. Even with all the rocks and trees, somebody had found good places to put the plants Kavan and Kathryn had brought home. 

Mom was just picking up empty plastic bags that had been full of mulch when we left. Dad was watering some of the plants with a hose that stretched back to 0ur house. They saw us coming and stopped. I suppose Brad was used to getting hugged after I got mine. I think he liked it more when Mom hugged him than when Dad did.

“Where’s Kerry?” I asked. “I thought he was going to help you.”

“He did,” Mom said. “Stuart called at noon and asked him if he wanted to come over and spend the night. He said he had something new to show him about doing research. They picked him up about two o’clock.”

Dad started picking up empty mulch bags again so we helped him. He’d rolled the big garbage can over so we stuffed the bags in it. Brad rolled the can back to our house and I helped Mom and Dad carry all the tools back.

When we went in the house, Mom made us all go out on the deck to take our boots off. After that, we all decided we needed a pit stop. I let Brad go first and then chased him out when it was my turn so I could clean up a little more.

We all came back in the kitchen at about the same time and Dad went straight to the refrigerator. He found two beers and didn’t even ask Brad this time. He just handed him one. Mom and I had a glass of juice and we sat around the kitchen table and talked for a few minutes.

Dad stood up, stretched, acted like he was sore from working, and went over to the laundry room door. He started stripping while the rest of us just sat and watched. It was almost like a strip tease, as he took off one thing at a time, threw it in the laundry room, and then looked at us. He was down to bare skin in a couple of minutes.

“I don’t know about the rest of you,” he said, “but I’m about to get a long hot bath. Siobhan’s worked me like a slave all day.”

“Well, you’re the one who bought the lot, Kieran,” Mom said. “I just want to make it look nice. I’ll give you a back scrub for a reward.”

“That sounds good,” Brad said. “Maybe I could talk somebody into giving me one.”

“I’ll even shampoo your dirty head of hair, Brad Weaver,” I said. “But you’ve got to shampoo mine too.”

Brad stood up, stripped off his shirt and jeans and socks, and threw them to Dad. Dad threw them in the laundry room. From the way he aimed, I guess he was trying to hit the laundry baskets. 

I saw something on Brad’s chest and then realized it was because of my fingernails. The marks weren’t quite as red but they were still there. If Mom or Dad noticed, they didn’t say anything. I don’t guess they noticed he didn’t have on any underwear either. The last thing before we left, he’d wet them with cold creek water and then we had used them to clean up.

He and Dad stood there like little boys showing off their penises to little girls. I know Brad had his hips pushed forward a little to show off. His dick looked just a little pink on the skin covering the head. I knew it wasn’t sunburn. Mom and I just sat there and watched while they put on their little show.

“Well, come on, Siobhan, get up,” Dad said. “Let’s go soak in the Jacuzzi. Let these kids go shampoo each other. I’d rather have a back scrub any day.”

“Why don’t you invite them to join us, Kieran?” Mom asked. “We’ll all fit if they sit at one end and we sit at the other. We can all soak for a while.”

“That sounds good,” Dad said. “Would you two like to join us? You can tell us all about this secret place Brad wanted to show you.”

I looked at Brad, to see what he answered. He was smiling and nodding.


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