THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Forty-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.

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

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

TELLING THE STORY:
Kavan Stuart, Arial Stuart

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(KAVAN)

We were all sitting down at the big table with hot chocolate and Oreos when I saw Arial look at me and nod. I knew it was time for me to bring it up. I didn’t know how it would all work out but I took a deep breath and tried to decide how to start.

I’d talked it over with Kathryn and she loved the idea. I guess she thought she was going to have another crack at Dad or maybe let him get at her crack again, whatever. I told her we’d have to hold it down a little bit because Kerry knew he couldn’t fuck Leigh and I didn’t know if she’d be OK with some of the other stuff we might do. Kathryn said Leigh told her she was OK with playing around in the bed with us the first time. It seemed to me she had fun the other couple of times us kids had fooled around but we really hadn’t done that much.

Leigh surprised me though when she teased Dad the way she did. I knew Arial and Kerry coaxed her to do something with him while he was hanging a fan. He was standing on a small table, working on the fan, with his legs spread for balance. She got behind his legs and started talking to Kerry through Dad’s legs. Then she held onto the back of Dad’s thighs and sort of accidentally brushed her little tits against his calves. And all the time, she acted like she was just innocently talking to Kerry. I think Dad’s dick ratcheted up another notch when she did it. It wasn’t pointed up at twelve-ten like mine, maybe about twelve-fifteen.

That was after Kathryn did her part to give Dad and Kerry a hard time while they were working together. She got right in front of Dad while he was standing on the table, with her face just inches away from his dick and looked up at him. When he asked Kerry for the pliers, she took them and handed them up to Dad. He jumped and almost fell when her hand brushed against his dick. She didn’t even pretend with Kerry, just reached down and wrapped her hand around his dick while she was watching Dad work. Yeah, Kathryn didn’t just love the idea; she was hot to do it. I wondered if she wanted to get Dad or maybe even Kerry to fuck her again. I didn’t think Arial would let Brad off his leash long enough to screw her but I wasn’t sure.

Arial had loved the idea too. In fact, I guess it was her idea, hers and Kerry’s. She said Brad didn’t know whether he wanted t0 do it or not so she’d told him about some of the stuff we’d done playing with Mom and Dad, not all of it, just some. At first he couldn’t believe it but then he decided he could and maybe he wouldn’t mind playing too, especially if he got to play with Mom and Kathryn. Arial told him he’d better watch it with Kathryn or he’d have his dick in his third pussy. He asked about Mom and she told him he couldn’t park his pecker in her pussy but anything else was probably OK. When Mom warmed his popsicle, he seemed to have a lot of fun with her. When she put his hands on her breasts, I could tell he liked that. He kept them there for a couple of minutes when she turned loose of his wrists. He had a dick again instead of an icicle when she pulled away from him. Then he sat between her and Arial when we were having hot chocolate and I know he brushed Mom’s breasts twice while reaching for Oreos, both times looking at Dad and grinning. I figured he’d be OK playing if we didn’t get too wild.

Kerry was ready to do anything he could get away with as usual. He said he knew he couldn’t stick his dick in Leigh but he’d already done just about everything else. I asked him how far they’d gone with each other and he said he’d got his tongue in her little pussy twice last week and had her coming for about ten minutes the second time. He said he thought she was about ready to return the favor. He didn’t really want the rest of us guys to do much with Leigh because she was just getting used to fooling around with him and he didn’t think she was ready for older guys and bigger dicks. I told him I thought that made sense.

 “Kieran,” I said, and Dad looked at me, “did you really think you needed to keep telling Kerry over and over which wires to connect. Black to black. White to white. Damn, don’t you think he knows that?”

He looked at me and I could see he was puzzled.

“I guess maybe he does, Son,” he said “When you and I wired your basement bedroom, I tried to teach you and he was being gofer. I guess he picked it up then.”

“Shit, Kieran Connor Stuart,” Kerry said, “There you go again. Still in father-parental mode, calling Kavan son when he called you Kieran, not Dad. Don’t you and Siobhan ever get tired of being parents?” He made it sound like parents was a cuss word.

Dad looked at Kerry and he had a little smile on his face in addition to the puzzled look. I guess he knew he was being set up for something. It wouldn’t be the first time the three of us had cooked up a plot to get him and Mom to do something.

“Yeah, Kieran,” Arial said, “why can’t you and Siobhan try being just people once in a while with us, not parents? Wouldn’t you like to be teens again, at least for a little while, and not have to worry about being parents?”

He looked at Brad. “Don’t look at me, Kieran. I’m with them. I think you and Siobhan ought just once to drop your parental-authority roles.”

He looked at Kathryn and Leigh. They were both smiling and nodding their agreement. Siobhan was looking around at us too.

“Stop being parents for a while, huh?” Kieran asked. “Like this weekend? Is that what you all want? For me and Siobhan to be like… teens again?”

He saw all of us nodding now but he sat for a minute or so without answering, while we all nodded yes and waited. Finally, he made up his mind.

“Sorry, can’t do it. I don’t ever want to be a teen-ager again. That’s just too damn much to ask.” He paused for a minute. “All those damn hormones knocking what little sense I had out of my head. Dick so much trouble I’d put it in the crack of a door and slam the door just to get off.”

He got a lot of giggles and laughs at that image.

“Best I can do is take off twenty-two years,” he finally continued. “That’ll leave me twenty-one and Siobhan will be twenty. That’s my final offer. That’s as close to teen-age as I want to get. Take it or leave it.”

I took a deep breath and relaxed a little. “And you aren’t married to Siobhan,” I said. “You two are just screwing around like the rest of us, right?”

He looked at Siobhan and she nodded. “Yeah, right, I’d love to screw around with her. I’ve been trying to get in her panties for months now. Hope she lets me do it this weekend.”  He was grinning when he said it, both of them sitting there naked and she wasn’t even wearing panties.

“It would be nice to be young again, wouldn’t it, Kieran?” Siobhan asked.

“Yeah, especially the part about not being parents, I’d like that,” he said, sort of wistfully.

“Me, too,” Siobhan said, “like, not to have to worry about whether somebody else gets pregnant; oh, shit, that’d be so nice.”

“Especially not to have to worry about somebody else fucking around and catching some sort of STD from it, that’d be damn nice,” Kieran said.

“D…I mean Kieran,” Arial squealed, “you didn’t have to worry about me. I’ve got enough sense not to get pregnant or catch something. I knew Brad didn’t have anything bad I could catch before we did it.”

“Yeah,” Kieran said, “well, that’s what Dr. Dan told me when we were talking about what you two were getting into. We both decided we didn’t have to worry about that.”

“Well, you didn’t have to worry about me,” Kathryn said. “Kavan and I were both virgins. We couldn’t give each other anything bad.”

“Except a baby,” Kieran said, “and you came damn close to that in spite of me giving Kavan a big supply of condoms.”

“Yeah, you just threw condoms at them and ran like hell,” Siobhan said. “Her Mom and I were the ones who got her on the pill.”

I decided we’d all got the point. They had been worrying about us and trying to make sure we didn’t catch something or get somebody pregnant. But I didn’t think they had to worry about us this weekend.

“OK, Kieran,” I said. “You and Siobhan have made your points. Now, how about it? Just this weekend – quit being parents – quit treating us like kids – let’s all be just some young people who want to play a little and have some fun. Is that so fucking hard to do?”

“Can’t do any fucking if it isn’t hard, Kavan!” Kerry giggled.

Mom and Dad, I mean Kieran and Siobhan looked at each other with big smiles on their faces. If I hadn’t been watching, I wouldn’t have seen Kieran give just the least little nod and a wink and then Siobhan smiled even wider.

I gave a big sigh of relief. It looked like our plan would work. I didn’t know where it was going but I knew it would be fun to find out.

“If we’re that young, Kieran, we’re not even married to each other,” Siobhan said. “Does that mean I can fool around with these other boys? I think the tall skinny one is kind of cute.”

She was looking at Kieran when she said it, not at Brad, but he knew who she was talking about. He moved away from her and closer to Arial and had a funny look on his face. Arial decided to add to Brad’s misery.

“You’d better not let me catch him with his dick in your pussy, Siobhan Kelly,” she said. “If he comes anywhere today or tonight, it’s going to be in mine.”

“Would it be OK if I just fooled around with him enough to get him hot for you, Arial?” Siobhan asked. “You can play with my boy friend, Kieran Stuart, and get him ready for me.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Arial sulked but it was easy to see she was pretending too. 

Kathryn and Leigh and Kerry were giggling at all of this. Brad looked like he didn’t know where to run and hide. Kieran was just leaning back against one of the support posts with a big smile on his face, like he was tickled at the can of worms we’d opened.

“Well, you horny guys have got to leave my girl friend alone,” Kerry said. “She and I can’t do it yet and I’ll be fucked before I let you big-dicked guys get at her. We’re just two little kids, you know?”

Yeah, like he was a little kid, sitting there with a hard-on lots of grown men would like to have.

“It’s OK, Kerry,” I said. “None of us are going to try to get at Leigh; we won’t try to get our wieners in her schnitzel.” 

Leigh had been silent, except for giggling, while all this was going on but then she said something to me that almost floored me.

“My Mom’s family’s Polish, Mr. Smarty-pants. She says if Kerry tries to put his kielbasa in my pirogi, she’ll whack it off. So if you guys try, you’ll get it whacked off.”

Dad laughed so hard he slipped off the post he was leaning against and fell on the floor. Kerry just sat there straight-faced and then he said to Leigh:

“I don’t care if you don’t like my kielbasa, Miss Leigh. I thought your pirogi tasted better with a little tongue in it, anyway.”

I couldn’t help it. I fell off the bench and rolled on the floor with Kieran. Brad was going whoop, whoop, like he was going to bust open. Siobhan and Arial and Kathryn were all giggling like they were thirteen like Leigh.

After that, we all cut up for about fifteen minutes, trying to come up with better, I mean, dirtier, allusions to sex and eating or eating sex or fucking food or stuff like that. Nobody beat Leigh and Kerry though. Finally I decided I’d see if I could get everybody to play at something I knew I was good at – lifting weights.

“Well, how about you guys help me set up my weight bench now?” I asked. “I’ll show you my favorite lifts – one hundred pounds of weights and one-hundred twenty pounds of female.”

“Oh fuck, Kavan, that’s like … like nothing,” Kieran said, and I knew he was trying to act younger because he didn’t usually talk like that. “I can do that with like no trouble. It’s like no big deal.”

 “I dare you,” I said.

“Well, I like double-dog-dare you,” Kieran said.

I looked at him and saw he was grinning from ear to ear. Kerry and the others were staring too, like they couldn’t believe what we’d just said. He did look leaner and harder since he’d started working out at Andersen Security. I wondered if he’d been practicing with Mom at home. I knew I didn’t always find my weights where I’d left them but I thought maybe it was Kerry or possibly Brad, not Dad, I mean Kieran. 

“Well, you studs have got me beat.” Brad said. “I can do a hundred in weights but I can’t manage more than a one-fifteen female.”

“Huh,” Arial puffed, “you just think you can manage that much female. When have you tried?”

I just kept my mouth shut at that. I didn’t really know if he’d ever tried to manage Arial or if he could if he even wanted to.

“Leigh, how much do you weigh?” Kerry asked.

“Almost one hundred,” she giggled.

“Jeez,” he said with a deep breath. “I know I can do fifty pounds of weights. If you’ll let me, I’ll try to lift you.” He grinned at her and I knew he had some devilish inspiration. “I’ll give you my best shot.”

“Kerry Lee Stuart,” Arial said. “You will not give her your best shot. You know that’s the one thing you can’t do with her.”

 “Oh, come on,” I said. “Cut the crap. Let’s get the fucking bench put together and then we’ll just see who can lift best.”

We finally agreed on a place where the weight bench wouldn’t be in the way and Brad and Kerry and I assembled it while Kieran played gofer. It was an easy job because all I needed was one wrench to tighten about a dozen nuts. I asked Kieran for a left-handed wrench and Leigh was the only one who didn’t get the joke.

I hoped Kathryn wouldn’t mind helping me demonstrate how I could lift a hundred pounds of weight and then her and then both at the same time. She’d giggled and squirmed so much the first time we’d showed Arial and Kerry that she’d made me come while I was lifting her. Then later Siobhan came downstairs and watched us do it but we’d never shown Kieran. We’d told Brad and Arial but they’d never seen us do it either.

My dick had drooped a little while we were putting the bench together, just like Kieran’s and Brad’s. Kerry’s was still reaching for the sky. I knew mine just needed a little stroking or sucking and it would be back up and ready for anything if Kathryn would just help me.

I looked at Kathryn to see whether she wanted to play with me and I couldn’t make up my mind what I saw in her eyes. I guess I’m a mean bastard sometimes with her lately. I can’t talk to Mom or Dad about it because I don’t really know anything to talk about. I can’t talk to Kathryn because I’m afraid I’ll just make things worse.

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A few weeks ago, I’d made her cry when I was fucking her. She was on her hands and knees and I was doing it from behind. She usually liked it that way if I didn’t shove it in too hard. She said if I did it slow and easy it’d stretch her cunt and fill her up so good she could go off like fireworks with just a little touch or two on her clit. She said if I rammed it in her too hard, it’d hit her somewhere inside and hurt like hell, sort of like when I got hit in the nuts. I guess I was still angry about New York and whatever it was that happened there and I got carried away and started pounding away at her. When I came, I shoved it in as deep as I could and held her by her hips and then I heard her crying.

I still couldn’t figure out what it was about her trip to New York to see her Mother over Christmas that made me so mad. She came back with her pussy shaved or something and it was smooth like a little girl’s, like Arial’s had been when she was little. I couldn’t even feel any stubble and she wouldn’t even tell me how she’d got it like that. She just kept asking me whether I liked it. What’s not to like?

Then she wouldn’t even let me fuck her the first night she came back from New York, said she had stomach cramps because her period was about to start and she had jet lag too. I knew she had cramps sometimes but I thought that was usually after her period started.

And then she started jacking me off like that, using a twisting motion with her hand when she moved it up and down. And something else new, she curled her other hand around with the fingertips under my balls and pressed down. She’d never done stuff like that before; it was always just straight up and down like I liked. I told her it wasn’t a chicken neck and to stop trying to wring it and she had got her feelings hurt. Only guy I’d ever seen do like that – sort of twisting and pressing behind his balls - was Jeff Winters and he was circumcised and did his own dick like that once when we were showing off. I wondered if that was the way circumcised guys always did it and where she’d learned it.

Then she wouldn’t do anything else with me for almost a week after she got back. Just kept her panties on and had a pad or a panty liner there all the time and I couldn’t tell what was going on. I didn’t see how she could have had time to do anything to do with another guy while she was gone and I knew I couldn’t accuse her because it would just make things worse.

I guess I didn’t like her loving her visit to New York so much. When she’d told me her Mother wanted her to spend next summer there with her, I think I knew in my heart I might lose her, and she might stay there for her senior year of high school. I couldn’t make up my mind whether it was just because I didn’t want to have to do without sex when I’d gotten used to it with her or whether it was because I really did love her and didn’t want her to leave me.

Finally, when she did let me fuck her, she didn’t act like she enjoyed it and I know she didn’t even come once. The worst part was when she didn’t say anything about loving me even when I told I loved her and I really meant it.

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I really wanted her to help me show off how I could lift weights and her but I wasn’t sure she wanted to do it. I looked at her and maybe she could see in my eyes how my heart was hurting because she came up to me, put her hand against my face, and gave me a sweet kiss on my chin. I looked down in her face and tried to read her but I couldn’t.

“I love you, Kathryn,” I whispered.

“I love you too, Kavan,” she whispered back. “Please don’t be mean to me.”

I couldn’t help it. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her against me and just held her. I could feel my eyes getting wet and I could see the others looking at us, probably wondering what was going on. I guess I wondered the same thing.

Then I felt Kathryn’s hand on my dick and I just stood and let her hold it and stroke it until it was standing up and proud. Fuck it! I decided I was going to show them all how much fun it is to lift weights with her on top of me.

I asked Brad if he’d be my spotter and he got at the end of the bench and lifted the weights up to the rack. I’d put two twenty-five pound weights on each end of the bar and I didn’t know whether he could do it or not. From the way he racked the bar, like it was nothing, it looked like I might have some serious competition.

I used some light free-weights and a couple of my favorite exercises to warm up a little and then stretched out flat on my back on the bench. Everybody was just standing around watching and I hoped I didn’t deflate my dick while I was pumping my biceps. It stood up OK while I was standing and then didn’t just flop on my stomach when I lay down. 

I dismounted the bar and did three reps real slow, down to chest and then arms extended, and hardly felt them. I nodded at Kathryn and she straddled my waist and sat down on me. I didn’t know whether she would put my dick in her pussy or not but I figured I could show off just as well either way, except it was a hell of a lot more fun with it plugged in.

I braced my arms under the weight bar, without trying to lift it, and then used my stomach and back and leg muscles to lift Kathryn. She put her hands on my chest to hold on and lifted her feet off the floor and I raised her up a few inches, three reps. That was the easy set.

I rested a minute or so and decided to try the next set. I lifted the weight bar with my arms, lowered it and pressed, put it back in the rack, braced, lifted Kathryn, put my butt back on the bench, then did it all twice more, three reps. Still not too bad.

I looked around and everybody was watching with big grins on their faces. Shit, I decided to go for it. I nodded at Kathryn and winked at her. She decided to help me. She reached down, held my dick straight up so the head was touching her pussy, and slid down a little bit at a time until it was inside her. I gave her a minute or so to get comfortable before I tried the hard set. Besides, it felt too fucking good to do anything else for a while.

I shut my eyes and did my deep breaths, did three reps with the weights, breathed, did three with Kathryn, then more breaths, and lifted weights and then Kathryn, three times. I knew it was the combination of muscle tension in my hips and stomach combined with the feeling of a hot cunt on my dick that made for a ball-busting orgasm. But I didn’t quite get to it this time. I didn’t really mind; I guess I was sort of relieved that Kathryn had finally said she loved me.

When Kathryn dismounted, I grabbed an old towel I’d packed with the weights and wiped the sweat off my face and chest and then wiped my dick off. Damn, cold as the Klondike with snow outside and hot as hell inside, it was enough to make anybody sweat.

“OK, Mr. Kieran Connor Stuart,” I said, “let’s see you do that.”

“Naw, it’s Brad’s turn,” he said, but his dick looked like it was ready.

Brad looked like he wanted to run and hide again. When we were working together putting up our fans, I’d tried to tell him to expect anything but I don’t think he could just relax and have fun with sex like the rest of us could. His dick sure looked like it was ready even if he wasn’t.

“Not me, boy,” Brad said, “let Kerry do it with Leigh. He doesn’t have to put his dick in her pussy. She can just sit on it.”

Then Leigh tried to say she couldn’t do it but Kerry started begging her to try. Siobhan and Kathryn and Arial started talking about whether it was fair to do it if Kerry wasn’t plugged in and decided it was. Kathryn told Leigh she’d help keep Kerry’s kielbasa out of her pirogi and it couldn’t hurt anything.

I guess all of us wanted to watch Kerry try. He was always good for a few laughs and we liked to have fun with him and tease him. He knew it and just wanted to show off that much more.

I took off one of the weights on each end of the bar and handed Kerry the five-pound hand weights to warm up. I even did the other warm-up exercises with him and then Kieran and Brad started doing them too. Kieran even got the ten-pound hand weights and started using them and showing off.

I put the bar back on the rack for Kerry and he lay down on the bench. I knew he could do fifty-pounds because he’d done that much working out with me. He did his breathing just like I had taught him and then did three reps with the weights. I was ready to catch but he put them back on the rack without any trouble.

He looked at Leigh and I saw her looking at his dick. It wasn’t laying flat on his stomach. It was pointing up a little, lifted in the air, and his balls were hanging down between his legs. I guess it was enough to scare any girl who was still a virgin. Kerry saw where she was looking and reached down to his dick and held it flat down against his stomach.

“Come on, Leigh,” he said. “Get on board. Let me lift you. Your pirogi’s safe.”

She kept shaking her head no and I guess Arial decided she’d better do something. She grabbed the towel I’d used, draped it over Kerry’s hips so we couldn’t see Kerry’s dick, just the bulge, and held out her hand to Leigh.

“Come on, Leigh,” she said. “Do it. It’s OK.”

She straddled him, put her hands on his chest, lifted her feet off the floor, and waited. Kerry did his breathing again and then – I wasn’t sure he’d be able to do it – lifted his butt off the bench a couple of inches. I couldn’t help it. I started a round of applause and the others started clapping too, yelling “Atta boy, Kerry,” and stuff like that.

Then Leigh gave us another surprise. She reached down, pulled the towel off Kerry, threw it on the floor, held his dick down flat on his stomach, and sat down on it. He braced his arms against the weight bar and then lifted her, maybe four or five times. I’m not sure whether the last two or three were lifts or whether he was just sliding his dick back and forth against her pussy lips. Either way, he was grinning like he liked it. What’s not to like?

“Wanna go for the gold, Kerry?” I asked him and he nodded yes.

He took three breaths, lifted the weights off the rack, lowered them to his chest and put them back on the rack, lifted Leigh with his hips, then paused. I could see his hips still wiggling and I could see the tip of his dick just sticking out between his stomach and Leigh’s. I don’t think he was competing; I think he was rubbing his dick against Leigh’s pussy, the closest he’d got to a fuck with her.

He did it one more time, breathed, lifted the weights, lifted Leigh, and then stopped trying. He and Leigh both had their eyes closed and she had her feet on the floor. She wasn’t even pretending anymore; she was just enjoying the closest thing to a fuck she’d ever had, at least if Kerry told me the truth about how far they’d gone.

Kerry was still wiggling his hips under Leigh and the head of his dick kept popping out of her pubic hair. I looked around and saw everybody else watching and grinning. Leave it to Kerry. He didn’t last very long. The head of his dick popped out one more time and he stopped still and squirted and laid a little white stream from his chest to down below his navel.

“Kerry Lee Stuart,” Siobhan said, “you’re bad. You weren’t supposed to do that.

Kathryn grabbed the towel and wiped Kerry’s stomach clean while I helped Leigh dismount. Kerry just lay there like he was dead but the silly smile on his face said he wasn’t. I decided I’d better get him off the bench so somebody else could use it. I checked out Brad and Kieran and they both had hard-ons about like mine. I figured maybe either one was ready. I put the other weights back on the bar and then stepped back.

“OK,” I said, “who’s next?”

Brad looked at Kieran and even put his hand on his shoulder and tried to push him forward. Arial decided to take charge as usual. She grabbed Brad’s hand and pulled Brad toward the bench. He still held back.

“Damn, Arial,” he said, “I can’t do stuff like that in front of everybody.”

“Who’s everybody?” Arial asked.

“I mean your parents, that’s who,” Brad said.

Arial pretended to look around the room like she was looking for parents.

“I don’t see any parents here, Brad,” she said. “All I see are a bunch of kids and we’re all just fooling around and having fun.”

Brad looked at Kieran and Siobhan again.

“Brad,” Siobhan said, “Kieran and I are going to do it just as soon as you and Arial get through. Now, get busy.”

“Damn!” Brad said. “OK but, this time when I say this Stuart family’s going to take some getting used to, I really mean it.”

He lay down on the bench and started his deep breaths. His shoulders sure looked like he could lift like me but I knew that didn’t prove anything unless he’d trained his muscles the right way. He shut his eyes, lifted the bar off the rack, lowered it to his chest, raised it so his arms were straight, and then lowered and raised it three more times and put it back on the rack. He opened his eyes and a big grin spread over his face. Four times; I was glad I hadn’t dared him.

“Brad Weaver,” I said, “You told me you hadn’t done any lifting with free-weights. You lied about it.”

He grinned sheepishly. “I didn’t lie. I haven’t done free-weights. I use the gym facilities at the condo where Dad and I live, use them a few times a week. I just never told anybody because it’s nothing special.”

I looked at Arial and she stuck her tongue out at me the way she always does. Then she threw one of her long legs over Brad’s waist, held his dick against his stomach with one finger, and sat down on it. Brad shut his eyes and started grinning like an idiot.

“Come on, Brad, you’re supposed to be lifting, not sleeping,” Kathryn said.

He opened his eyes, still grinning, did some deep breaths, and nodded to Arial. She leaned forward, put her hands on his chest, and lifted her feet off the floor. He braced his arms against the bar and lifted Arial one, two, three, four times. Damn, he just had to beat me. I knew he was skinny but I’d never seen his stomach muscles pop out like that. He had a six-pack as good as mine.

“OK, Mr. Universe,” I said, “go for the gold.”

I didn’t know whether Arial would let him do it with his dick in her pussy or not. I don’t guess any of us had seen that yet and I knew he was still trying to get used to us and not be embarrassed. He started breathing again, getting ready, and Arial said wait. She lifted her little fanny up off his stomach, held his dick straight up, rubbed the head back and forth in her pussy, then gradually slid down on it, all the time grinning and looking around at the rest of us, with her tongue stuck out again.

Brad shut his eyes and lay there with his idiot grin until Arial was ready and said OK. Then he started. Weights off the bar, down to his chest, arms extended, four times. Shit, he was going to show me up. Then more breathing, braced his arms, lifted Arial, four times. I guess I didn’t really care if he could show me up. They looked like they were really having fun and that was all that mattered.

When he was ready, he did the last set. Four arm presses, four lifts with Arial, and then bar and Arial for four reps. Damn, he was good. At least he was sweating worse than I was. I was hoping he’d bust his nuts with Arial before he finished but he didn’t. Arial even asked for the towel, wiped his chest and stomach, then dismounted, and wiped his dick, all before he got off the bench. I was sort of hoping she’d wipe the sweat off his face too because it was the same old towel I had wiped off my dick with and Kathryn had used to wipe up Kerry.

I guess Kieran knew it was crunch time. I was afraid he wouldn’t be able to do it but I sure didn’t want him to beat me too. He looked at me and winked before he stretched out on the bench and I quit worrying. I didn’t know what he could do but I knew I didn’t have to worry about it.

I’d been Brad’s spotter so I just stayed in place to be Kieran’s. He did his breathing, dismounted the bar, and then pressed it three times. He looked up at me like he was saying he could have done it again. Shit, I would have done five or six reps to begin with if I’d known I was going to have serious competition.

Siobhan straddled his waist, just like Arial had, holding his dick down flat against his stomach, and sat down. She looked me in the eyes just like she was saying she was just a kid too and she was having fun. Then Kieran lifted her, just three times.

“OK, Kieran,” Kerry said, “it’s time to go for the gold.”

“He can’t get gold, Kerry,” Arial said, “Brad’s got it already.”

“Well, just have fun then,” Kerry said. “Enjoy it.”

I was looking at Siobhan’s face when she lifted up off Kieran, held his dick up, and sat down on it. She was looking at Brad and I don’t know what he was thinking but he was sure watching as Kieran’s dick gradually disappeared. I’d seen it before so it wasn’t that new but I still remembered how hot I’d gotten the first time I’d seen it when I was still a little kid. I’ll never know how women do it but Siobhan settled down until her red pubic hair was pressed against Kieran’s light brown hair. I guess I’ll never know how they can take something so big inside them and then look like they love it.

Kieran braced his arms under the bar and started to lift. Siobhan leaned forward, put her hands on his chest, with her fingers curved around his ribs. I knew right away that was a mistake. He was too damn ticklish. Sure enough, Kieran started trying to choke off laughing or giggling. He looked ridiculous with his lips held together, his cheeks puffed out, wiggling around trying to get away from Siobhan’s fingers. I don’t think she even knew what she was doing until it was too late.

Finally, he gave up and started laughing and trying to lift her with his hips or maybe it was just to shove his dick in and out a little. Siobhan put her feet back down on the floor and lifted up a little, and that’s what they ended up doing. I was hoping he’d bust his nuts too but he slowed down when he could quit laughing and they just stayed still looking at each other. I’d seem that look lots of times. It was they way they looked at each other when they were saying they loved each other. I always liked to see them look at each other that way.

Kieran hadn’t really worked up a sweat but Siobhan wiped him off anyway. That old towel must have smelled ripe with all the sweat and dick and cunt juice on it. When she finished, she looked around at all of us, watching them, and I didn’t know what we were going to do next.

“Do you think it’d be OK if Kieran and I had a little private time?” she asked. “We could all go in the bedrooms and give these guys a little relief. I think they all need it.”

Kerry was the only one who’d had any. He was hard again or maybe still – you never know with him – and so were Brad and Kieran. I knew I was ready; I was aching to get off.

I went over to one of the bedrooms on the sides of the cabin and went in. It was warm in the main room of the cabin but the bedroom was still cold. I just went back, grabbed my sleeping bag and Kathryn’s, grabbed her by the hand, and went in anyway. I figured we’d be able to make our own heat.

I looked back and saw Arial hand two sleeping bags to Brad. She saw me watching and stuck her tongue out at me. Kieran was standing behind Siobhan, his arms around her waist, watching us too. Kerry had one arm around Leigh but he had the drawstrings to two bags in the other hand. I shut the door and I guess they made up their own mind what to do.

I was a perfect gentleman with Kathryn. I made sure she came first, maybe more than once, until my tongue got tired. Then she let me mount her in the good old missionary position and we stayed that way for a while. When I finally got some relief, she finally said it to me again, said what I wanted to hear, said what I needed to hear. She put her hands on my face, looked me in the eyes, and said, “I love you, Kavan Stuart.”


 (ARIAL)

I really didn’t know how Brad would handle whatever silly fooling around we all got into at the cabin. I knew he was getting pretty used to whatever the two of us wanted to do. He’d even been nice to Kerry the couple of times we’d goofed off together. I guess I was more worried about him not wanting to play because Kieran and Siobhan were just pretending not to be parents and maybe he couldn’t accept that.

I hoped he’d learned to relax and play with us. It was just a few weeks ago, when we went to the Andersens to take care of little Paul when Joanne had her baby, that he and Kerry and I had fun together for a while before Brad and I got serious. We all got pretty wild and sometimes we didn’t know who we were doing stuff with but it was fun anyway. And then it was just Friday a week ago that Brad and I really got wild for a while. I think Brad almost went crazy because he got so rough with me I was sore for days afterwards.

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On that Friday, Brad had given me and Kerry a ride home as usual. Three afternoons during the week, he had dropped us off and left immediately to go to the hospital to help his Dad on his latest research project. One afternoon he’d stayed for a while but we hadn’t made love. 

The look he gave me when I walked up to his Jeep where he was waiting told me what he wanted when we got home. The look I gave him must have told him I wanted it just as much. He broke out in a big grin immediately and kept it while he was driving. I put my hand on the inside of his thigh but he told me not to make him have a wreck so I left his dick alone.

Brad, Kerry, and I all started down the hallway toward our bedrooms and I guess we all had the same thing in mind – a trip to the bathroom. Kerry begged to go first because he had to go real bad. Brad and I went in my bedroom and he put my books on my desk and we waited for Kerry to finish. We could hear him peeing through the bathroom door. I kicked off my shoes and Brad did the toe-heel trick to get his off with unlacing them. I decided to see if I could train him and Kerry to unlace. Finally the noise in the bathroom stopped and Kerry opened the door and said “Next.”

I started to go but Kerry stopped me. He gave me his famous grin, kind of lopsided this time.

“Arial, I’m going in my bedroom and jack off. Why don’t you and Brad take advantage of a little time together? I promise I won’t bother you and nobody else will be home ‘til after five. I’ll bet you two could find something to do for a couple of hours.”

I didn’t answer him. I just went in the bathroom, handed him the bottle of baby oil and the damp towel I’d left after showering before school, and pushed him through the door to his room. When I turned around, Brad was standing in the door, shaking his head.

“What?” I asked. “Aren’t you used to my family yet?”

He didn’t answer and I guess he didn’t need to. I pushed my pants and my panties down and sat down on the commode. I had to go pretty bad too. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, relaxed, and peed. When I opened my eyes, Brad was watching me and his grin was even wider. I rolled TP around my hand and patted dry as usual. When I stood up, I didn’t bother to pull anything back up; I started unbuttoning my shirt. Brad was just watching me so I waved my hand at the throne to give him permission to go.

He unzipped his khakis and pulled them down a little, then pulled his briefs down and pulled his dick and balls over the waistband. He had on the no-fly briefs, really briefs, I’d bought him. I stopped and watched him. He grunted and grinned and finally got it started. He had good aim. He had a beautiful dick too, almost as pretty as Kerry’s. I’d told him that more than once but I’d also told him it was his hard little butt I liked most and he couldn’t understand why.

When he finished, he didn’t bother to put his dick away, just started taking off his clothes. I took off my shirt and then my bra and gave him time to look before I took my pants and panties off. He kicked his pants and briefs off without ever taking his eyes off me. His dick looked funny, swollen like that, sticking out with a drooping curve.

I pulled back the shower curtain and started to get in the tub but Brad grabbed my arm and stopped me.

“Fuck the shower!” he said.

I looked at him and I guess he saw the confusion on my face.

“I said fuck the shower, Arial.”

“Brad, I’m sweaty. Let’s just take a quick shower.”

“No! I don’t want you to.”

“Brad, I’m sweaty and I just peed. I need a shower if we’re going to do anything.”

He pulled me up against him, at least as much as his dick would allow. It was sticking straight out and it bumped against my belly. I held it to one side and he wrapped his long arms around me, his big hands on my butt, and he branded me across my stomach with his dick.

“You heard me, Arial,” he said. “I want you just like you are, sweat and pee and all. Don’t make me wait.”

He leaned over and kissed me. He knew how to settle a disagreement. I couldn’t say fuck the shower with his tongue in my mouth but I thought it and I guess that was my last coherent thought for a while. He kissed me like he was hungry for something and I had whatever it was that would satisfy him. 

When he scooped me up in his long arms, I gave in. I shut my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. I didn’t say anything even when he bumped my head against the door going into my bedroom. He laid me on my bed and then fell half across me and started eating me.

I suppose that’s the best way to describe what he started doing. He started in the hollow of my throat just above my collarbone with his mouth open on my skin and his tongue licking me. After he’d done both sides, he moved down a little and started nuzzling my armpit. I tried to pull my arms down but he held both of them above my head and got his tongue right in there with the sweat. I didn’t usually use deodorant and I giggled when I started thinking what it might have done to his mouth if I had. Besides, it tickled.
  
When he started on my breasts, I thought he was going to get one of them in his mouth. He was squeezing one with his hand and sucking and almost biting on the other and I couldn’t make up my mind whether it felt good and I wanted it or whether it hurt and I wanted him to stop. I finally managed to get out a few words.

“Brad, please, not so hard; be easy, please!”

He stopped and looked up at me and I guess I’d describe his eyes as smoldering. I didn’t care if he was hot because I was just as hot from wanting him. I wanted his dick in me so bad my stomach was hurting from not having it. When he started licking and sucking on my breasts again, he tried to keep his eyes on my face and I kept my neck bent to watch him. 

When he moved down lower and pushed my legs apart, I shut my eyes and quit trying to watch him. I knew my pussy was probably a little smelly because I’d gotten hot and sweaty at school a couple of times and I’d peed twice before I ever came home. If he didn’t care, I didn’t either and, the way he got at me with his mouth, he must have liked it. First he’d been trying to suck my breasts off and now he was trying to suck everything out of my pussy.

I wanted to come and I didn’t want to wait so I tensed up my leg and hip and stomach muscles like I do when I’m doing myself and it worked. When he fastened his mouth on my clit and started sucking and tonguing me there, I went off in a series of hard contractions. I didn’t realize my hands were on Brad’s head and I was pulling his hair until he said, “Ow, shit, Arial, not so hard; be easy.”

I tried to pull him up on the bed so I could hold him but he resisted. Instead he pulled me down further on the bed and scooted backwards. I wondered what he was doing and then I realized he’d moved down until the lower half of his body was off the bed, his knees on the floor. He pushed my legs apart again and rested his check against the inside of my thigh. I could feel his breath, warm and heavy, against my pussy.

For a while he didn’t touch me and then I felt his cheek move and his tongue started ever so gently moving up, licking me, again and again, and it was almost too much to bear. He used just one finger to separate my pussy lips so he could get his tongue where he wanted it, which was where I wanted it too. I didn’t want him ever to stop but, at the same time, I wanted to do something for him.

I pushed his head away, sat up, and moved down to the foot of the bed. He straightened up, still on his knees, until I was directly in front of him.

“Stand up,” I said.

He stood up. His dick was as big and red and ready as I’d ever seen it. The veins just under the skin on the shaft looked like blue vines wrapping all around and the head was all purple-red and uncovered. I had to bend it downward to get it pointed toward my face.

“You don’t have to do that, Arial. I thought we agreed you didn’t need to do it to me just because I’d done it for you.”

“Shut up, Brad,” I said, “put your hands on my shoulders and keep them there.”

I did it to him. It didn’t take that long. Always good manners from Brad, he even warned me when he was close to coming. I didn’t want good manners. I wanted him to come in my mouth and I wanted to taste him, all hot and gooey. I got what I wanted, more than I wanted, I guess, because the first couple of shots were almost too much. I almost gagged and pulled my mouth off before he was finished. I felt the third shot across my cheek and chin and then the rest squirted down on my breasts.

I looked up and saw him looking down at my face. His breath was loud and rasping and I could see his heart beating in the arteries in his throat. He kept looking at me, his eyes locked on mine or on my face and I didn’t know what he was thinking.

He reached down suddenly, pulled me up so that I was standing against him at the end of the bed, and started kissing me again or maybe it was eating me again. His mouth was all over my face, licking my cheeks, sucking on my ear lobes, licking my eyes, sucking on my lips. Then he turned me, so that the bed was behind him, sat down, and pulled me against him again, so that my breasts were in his face. Again, he was almost uncontrolled, licking and sucking, biting on my nipples until I couldn’t stand it.

Then he grabbed me around the waist and almost threw me back on the bed. He crawled up and over me and started pushing his dick at my cunt. It was still hot and big but it had lost a little of its stiffness. I knew I wanted it in me and I knew he did too. I reached down with both hands, held his dick between my hands, and guided the head to my opening. It was slick and ready for him and his dick slid in even if it wasn’t fully erect. He fastened his mouth on mine, found both of my breasts with his hands, and started wiggling and thrusting against me. It didn’t take long before it was completely hard again. I don’t think he ever took his mouth off mine until after he came again. He did the same thing he usually did – just stopped moving when he was coming and held still with his dick buried deep inside me and I felt his throbbing contractions. Only then did he move his face from mine and take his hands off my breasts. He buried his face beside mine, in my hair, his nose near my ear. 

I don’t know how long it was before I could think again or even speak but I knew we’d better get cleaned up and dressed before my family came home.

“Brad,” I whispered, “would you like to shower with me now?”

He raised his face up over mine, gave me a smile, and nodded.

I checked the clock and I knew it had to be a quick shower. Afterward, back in my bedroom, I pulled Brad a t-shirt, briefs, and socks out of the part of a drawer I’d set aside for him. He got a pair of his jeans out of my closet and I watched him get dressed while I toweled my hair as dry as I could get it and then brushed it. I put on panties, didn’t bother with a bra, and slipped on my jeans, socks, and an old knit shirt that Kavan had outgrown. 

We all had dinner in the kitchen, Chinese take-out that Mom had picked up, crowded around the table that wasn’t really big enough for seven. Brad started calling Mom and Dad Kieran and Siobhan and they didn’t seem to mind. I guess Brad and I gave something away by the way we acted with each other. When we were finished eating, Dad pushed his chair back, straightened his long legs, and looked at me and Brad.

“Well, are you two happy loving each other?” he asked.

I guess our smiles were answer enough.

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Brad and I started to go in one of the bedrooms at the cabin but Kerry stopped me and asked if he and Leigh could use that one. I asked why and he said just because but I couldn’t see what difference it made. Anyway, they were all alike so Brad and I just used one on the other side of the cabin next to the one where Kavan and Kathryn were.

It wasn’t that cold in the bedroom but it was uncomfortable with nothing on but white socks and boots. Brad and I worked together to get two sleeping bags unrolled and zipped together so we could spread them on the queen-size mattress on the floor. We both sat down at the same time, took off our boots, and I know he didn’t stop his silly grinning the whole time. Maybe I looked silly too, but at least I didn’t have something sticking up and flopping around all over the place.

Once we were inside the sleeping bags we scrunched up against each other and rubbed each other’s backs and whatever else we could reach with our hands to get warm again. It didn’t take that long; it seemed like we both were impatient for the same thing. We ended up with our hands on each other’s butts and Brad sliding his dick up and down real slow against my stomach.

“You didn’t have to show up Kavan,” I whispered.

He waited a minute and then answered. “Yeah, I know. But he’s been on my case for the last month or so, teasing me about whether I’m keeping you satisfied all the time. I guess he thinks I ought to come live with you all like Kathryn did.”

“Well, I think we made the right decision to just sleep together on weekends. I don’t think I could keep up with school and other stuff if you were around all the time.”

“He probably could’ve beaten me if we’d gone first and he’d done it next. I was shot after what I did; I think he could have kept going for a few more reps.”

“This doesn’t feel like it’s shot,” I whispered.

“Not yet.”

“Would you like me to take care of that?”

“Yeah.”

I pushed him over on his back and crawled on top of him. I couldn’t sit up straight in the sleeping bag but Brad held it over us so we were sort of in a warm cocoon. I reached back under my stomach and found his dick and it didn’t take but a little wiggling to get it where I wanted it. When I could feel his balls pressed tight up against my butt, I tried to relax and slow down a little.

“I’m glad you could let me do this while you were lifting weights,” I said. “I wasn’t sure you’d be OK fooling around in front of my parents.”

“What parents?” he whispered. “Are they here?”

“Silly. You know they are.” I slid upwards just a little and then back down.

“Nope, they’re just another horny young couple as far as I could see.” He rolled his hips upward against me a little.

“Did Siobhan warm you up for me?”

“Yeah, she’s quite a woman, isn’t she? Sexy as hell!”

“Did you like having your hands on her breasts?” I slid upward, downward, twisted my pelvis so I could feel my clit press against the shaft of his cock.

“Come on, Arial. You know I liked it. How did you expect me to act?”

“How would you like to have your mouth on her breasts? Maybe Kathryn’s too? Maybe Leigh’s?” I rocked forward and down and against his cock again.

“Damn it, Arial, don’t tease me. I can’t do that.”

“I’ve got something to play with maybe tonight, something I know Dad did once with her. Mom told me he said someday he’d like to be able to do it with his kids. Said he hoped they could raise us to enjoy sex without being ashamed of anything. That was before Kerry was even born.”

I rocked on him again. My breath was getting faster and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I came. He curled his hands around my hips with his fingertips just touching my pussy where it was tight around his cock.

“Shit, that’s the sort of stuff I can’t get used to, the way you all talk about sex with each other, how you’re so open about it.”

“Yeah, well, I like the … way they’ve raised us.” My breath was becoming a little uneven. “We can talk with them about sex and … they’re honest about it. Mom tells me all sorts of good stuff.”

“Like what?”

“How I can control … when you come. Make you come … in a hurry if I want to.”

“Show me.”

I had to wait to answer until my pussy stopped its contractions and I could breathe again. It took a minute or so and I couldn’t think of anything except how good it felt to be able to come with him inside me and with his hands on me. When my heart slowed down, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He was smiling at me, his eyes on my face. I knew he was pleased that I’d been able to come so easily with him this time – ever the gentleman. I sat still for another minute or so.

“Are you ready for your turn now,” I asked.

“Yeah.” 

He knew what to do. He pulled me down against him, wrapped his arms around me, and rolled over on top of me. It was so easy to do now, not like the awkward first time or two we’d done it, when we couldn’t decide whose legs went where and our knees knocked together. Now he knew to keep his legs together while I kept mine spread, until I was on my back and could bring them up and around and over his thighs or his hips or back.

“OK, now show me,” he said.

“OK, take your dick out.”

“Huh?”

“I said take your dick out and I’ll show you.”

He pulled out until I could feel the wet head just touching me. I reached down, wrapped my hand around his cock, and slid it back toward his body. I hoped it would work the way Mom had told me. I didn’t see how I could keep the skin on his dick pulled tight against the base while he put just the head and a little more in me. She’d teased me to try it with Brad, to see how he liked it, to let her know if it worked.

“Now fuck me,” I whispered.

“I can’t,” he said and I could tell he was confused. “Your hand’s in the way.”

“Try it.”

He did. I tried to keep my grip tight on the base of his cock, keeping the skin on his dick pulled back away from the head. I watched his face and saw his eyes open wider when he slid it in and out a few times. I saw him begin to smile and I knew he liked it. He probably lasted less than a minute. I couldn’t feel that much of what was happening to him. I could see it in his face though. His mouth opened, his eyes closed, and he looked like he was in some sort of misery, sweet misery. I let his cock go; he let it slide in all the way and collapsed on top of me.

“Damn, that’s something,” he whispered with his mouth next to my ear.

“I love you, Brad Weaver,” I said.

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Dinner was a huge pot of beef stew Mom and I had fixed at home. We had bought six loaves of Italian bread from Ippolito's and I’d got some black olives and feta cheese in olive oil to go with it and made some garlic and herb olive oil at home. I knew the guys liked bread like that and if they got too hungry they could stuff with that until we ate.

Siobhan did something she’d never done when she was setting the table for dinner. She put only four big bowls on the table and then put eight spoons and forks. When I looked at her funny, she told me to just wait. Then when everybody was seated after I called them, she said something that I guess made sense.

“Sometimes two people have to eat out of the same bowl or else they can just go hungry.”

I don’t guess anybody had any problems with sharing a bowl. I broke off pieces of bread and wiped up the last of the stew in our bowl and fed them to Brad and he liked that. He said he was still hungry after we finished one serving so I filled ours half full and ate a few more bites while he finished that. I kept thinking about what Siobhan meant when she said that. I didn’t know whether it was intended for me and Brad or Kavan and Kathryn or maybe all of us but I sort of liked the idea of eating out of the same bowl with Brad.

We sat around just talking about everything for a while. Everybody kept breaking off little pieces of bread and dipping it in the stew or in the olive oil dips. It was just too good to quit.

“Leigh, are you OK with this wild bunch?” Siobhan asked. “Are you having fun?”

“Yeah, I like it,” she said. “It’s kinda nice sitting here, warm, close to the stove, eating, even if we don’t have clothes on. It’s like, I don’t know, just fun.” 

“Do we have any dessert?” Kerry asked.

“Yes, Kerry,” Siobhan said, looking at me, “we have a surprise that Arial brought. But we’ve got to wait a while to have it.”

“Why? I want something sweet,” he said.

“Kerry,” I answered, “if you can wait a while, I promise you something sweet, something you’re gonna love because you’ve never had it before.”

“What?”

“Do you like chocolate?”


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