THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Thirty-One


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

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CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 16; Arial Stuart, 14 (and ½); Kerry Stuart, 11 (almost 12)

Kathryn Jenssen, 17

Lauren Andersen, 51; Stuart Andersen, 28; Joanne Andersen,25; Paul Andersen, 3

Luke Bridges, 25, Rachael Bridges, 26, Adrianna Bridges, 3


TELLING THE STORY:
Arial Stuart, Stuart Andersen

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(ARIAL) 

The upstairs bedroom was the nicest I had ever seen it. Someone had made the bed with new linens. They had cleaned the room and made it smell good. They even had burning candles scattered around the room. 

Luke slid open the door to the little deck at the peak of the A-frame and we went out. The moon was about three-quarters full and I could see the dark silhouette of pine trees on the horizon. Luke pulled me in front of him, my back against his front. I leaned back against him and he curled his arms around me with his hands on my stomach. I could feel something hot and soft pressed against my fanny 

“There’s a circle around the moon,” I said. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“It’s the moisture in the air, Arial,” he said. “It’s probably going to rain tonight or tomorrow.”

“You’re so romantic, Luke.”

“Shut up, Arial.”

“What?”

“I said ‘Shut up, Arial.’ You don’t need to be sarcastic. I am romantic. Just give me a chance, will you?”

I gave him a chance but he had to get business out of the way first. I didn't say anything else because I didn't want him to know how scared and nervous I was.

“Arial, if your Mom and Lauren and Rachael arranged this, I guess they’ve made sure you’re not going to get pregnant. Is that right or do I need to use a condom?”

“It’s safe, Luke. Mom’s helped me. I’ve got a little spermicidal thing in me. Mom helped me to choose and I don’t even know it’s in there. I hope you can’t tell. Anyway, she says it's the wrong time of the month.”

He held me and I waited. 

“Arial, do you remember the first time you kissed me, I mean, really kissed me?”

“When?” I remembered. I just didn’t want to tell him I remembered. Or maybe I didn’t want him to know I remembered.

“It was the Christmas we spent with your family, when Adrianna was about six months old.”

“That was the only white Christmas I’ve ever had. It was nice, wasn’t it? Did I kiss you then?”

“Come on, Arial, you know you did. It was the first time you ever really kissed me, on the mouth, like a woman. You know what I’m talking about. I think you were twelve.”

“I remember the snow starting about dark on Christmas Eve. I remember all of us talking and eating and having fun together. I think we all had on sweat-suits, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, we stayed up until well after midnight watching it snow outside and eating and having fun inside. Your hair was short then. It was more like a halo around your head. When we turned on the spotlights out in the backyard and went out and played in the snow, I remember your halo.”

Kavan was the one who’d come up with the idea of everybody getting naked and going out and playing in the snow in the backyard. Mom and Dad said OK and he turned up the heat in the house. We played and acted crazy in the snow and had a lot of fun. When we were almost frozen, we went in through the basement and warmed up in the shower. All seven of us tried to get under two shower heads at the same time.

Afterwards all of us, still naked,  went upstairs to the living room where the Christmas tree was set up. Dad had put mistletoe in the middle of the French doors to the living room. He pulled Mom under it and gave her a real kiss, while everybody cheered them on. He kissed Rachael next and Luke pushed them aside and pulled Siobhan under the mistletoe.  Then Dad grabbed me and gave me a real kiss too. I think it was my first open-mouthed kiss. Then everybody else started using the mistletoe as an excuse to kiss the same way. Kavan and Kerry certainly didn't kiss me like a sister. I had given Luke a real kiss too. I guess I’d surprised him because I’d never kissed him on the lips before. I’d never opened my mouth and given him a little tongue before either. I remembered. That was when I decided to let my hair grow as long as I was a virgin. I remembered it well.

“I remember it, Arial,” Luke whispered. “That was the first time you ever kissed me like that, on the mouth. When I felt your tongue, it surprised the hell out of me. I guess that was when I stopped thinking of you as a little girl and started thinking of you as a young woman.”

“We were just playing, Luke. I saw Mom and Rachael kiss you the same way.”

“They were playing, Arial. You weren’t. I could tell the difference. I kept thinking about it for weeks afterward, how beautiful you were naked, just little breasts and almost no pubic hair, and how you acted like a real woman, not a little girl. I could never forget that.”

I couldn’t say anything. Maybe he did get it. I didn’t care whether he thought the moon was romantic or not, especially when he remembered me like that. I put my hands over his and pressed them against my stomach. The hair on his forearms was stiff and almost bristly, like that on his head. His hands were big and his knuckles were hard. I wanted him to move his hand to my breast and feel my heart pounding.

“I love you, Arial,” he whispered in my ear.

I still couldn’t say anything.

“I love you like the sister I never had. You know that. I love Kavan and Kerry like brothers. Being part of your family is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

I just kept on rubbing his arms, feeling the bristly hair under my fingertips. I didn’t want to be loved like a sister.

“I love you like some sort of woodland sprite or nymph too, Arial. This afternoon, you were the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t believe you were real. I knew you were something magical.”

“I’m real, Luke,” I whispered. I thought nymph was more like it, maybe nymphomaniac.

“But I can’t ever love you like a wife, Arial. Rachael and I’ve made that commitment to each other. I don’t ever want to break it.”

“I love Rachael too, Luke. I know you belong to her.” I didn’t want him to love me like a wife. I just wanted him to treat me like a woman.

“It’s not so much belonging, Arial. Rachael and I were both deeply wounded before we found each other. Your Mom and Dad helped rescue both of us. Your Dad even paid for counseling for me and Rachael when we were in college. We both know how love can heal and we still work at it.”

I didn’t know Dad had done that. “They love you like you’re their son, Luke.”

“I know. Every time we come for a visit, we almost talk their ears off telling them everything. They always help us straighten out any problems we have.”

I giggled. “I think you four help each other straighten out more than problems, don’t you?”

“Yeah, we do. You know we still sleep together once in a while then? We’ve done it once this year, maybe a couple of times last year.”

“Yes, Luke. I know you do more than just sleep. It’s OK with me.”

Luke moved one hand up to my right breast. I knew he could feel my heart beating out of my chest.

“The first weekend I spent with all of you I saw you and then I saw your Mom. You were the first girl I’d ever seen naked and you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. You were just a little thing, didn’t have any breasts, and didn’t have any hair down there like you do now, just a crease in a fat little mound between your legs.”

He moved the other hand down and started playing with my pubic hair with his fingertips.

“When I saw your Mom, she was almost too much. She was beautiful too but she was a woman. I couldn’t take my eyes off that fiery red patch of hers. I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts either. Guess I’d have gone blind if I had kept looking.”

He was gently tweaking the nipple on my breast now, just a couple of fingers and my nipple, just an electric shock.

“I jacked off three times that night, Arial. First time I was thinking of you. Remembering how you’d smiled at me when I dried you off in the shower. Second time I was thinking of your Mom. Wondering what it’d be like to be able to part that red thatch and find out what was hidden. Third time I jacked off just because your parents had told me it was perfectly normal to do it.  I jacked off thinking about you lots after that. I’ve never stopped thinking about you since, never stopped dreaming about you, never stopped loving you.”

His fingers were magic in two places now, molding my nipple to a hard little peak, parting my pubic hair and finding out how slick and hot I was.

When he put his hands on my shoulders and indicated I should turn around, I didn’t resist. He turned at the same time so that I turned full circle. He ended up leaning back against the balcony railing and I was leaning up against him facing him. This time I felt his dick, hot and heavy but still soft, pressed against my legs. He held my shoulders a little away from his chest and I looked up. His face was a dark silhouette against the moonlit sky. The moon was shining over his shoulder in my face. He didn’t say anything, just looked at me.

He started stroking my hair and talking about how beautiful it was. He ran his fingers through it and then sort of lifted it and let it fall. I could feel something gradually hardening between my legs. He leaned over and buried his face in my hair and held me. After a minute or so he pulled away, lifted my face to his, and kissed me. Gently, oh so gently, just his lips brushing against mine, just his breath mingling with mine. I could feel his cock grow harder still, and I spread my legs slightly to let it rise. I moved back and forth a little, almost like riding it. He backed up for a moment to allow it to rise even more and, when he pressed against me again, it was hot and hard against my tummy. This time when he kissed me, he opened his lips to mine. He teased me with his tongue and, when I stuck mine into his mouth, he caught it and tried to suck it into his. I was aching inside for him to fill me.

I don’t know when we moved back into the bedroom. I don’t know when we moved onto the bed. We were kissing with open mouths and with tongues now, while he pressed against me, pinning me down, his dick burning against my belly. I wanted it inside me.

I pushed against him, pushed him on his back, and swung one leg over him. I wanted him inside now! I reached down and held his dick in one hand. It was so big and hard but I wanted it. I rubbed the head against my opening and pressed down against it. I knew I was wet and ready and I knew I wanted it. I pushed again and the head slid in just inside my vaginal lips. It felt so damn wonderful. It wasn’t so big after all. I wasn’t afraid anymore, I wanted it and I knew I was going to have it. I pushed again and it didn’t go in. I pushed harder and almost screamed when it started hurting. Sharp pain, real pain. Too much pain. My body wouldn’t let him in. I heard Luke talking to me.

“Stop, Arial! Stop! You’re not ready. You’re trying to go too fast.”

I started crying. I wanted so much to feel him inside me. I was so hot and frustrated and wanted it so much. But it wasn’t supposed to hurt this bad, was it? I was so damn frustrated and frightened.

Luke rolled me off him, over on my back, and rolled part way over me, talking to me, stroking my shoulders and breasts and stomach and hips. He kept talking to me in a low voice, pleading.

“Let me lead you, Arial. I want it to be good for you. I don’t want to hurt you. Just let me show you how. I won’t hurt you, I promise, Please Arial.”

I tried to stop crying long enough to agree. Luke kept talking to me and kissing me. He touched me ever so lightly, over my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, and, finally, where I wanted him to touch me, my center. He kept his mouth on mine while he pulled my legs apart, kept kissing me while he teased my vaginal lips apart, kept kissing me while he slid one finger into me, still kissed me while he used that finger to stir up my juices, and still kissed me while he used two fingers to open me up. It didn’t hurt. But I wasn’t stretched so tight like I’d been before.

“Arial, I want to do something I’ve dreamed of for years. For the last couple of years, I’ve looked at the silky blond hair between your legs. I’ve wanted to get my mouth down there. I want to taste you. Maybe it’s crazy but it’s what I want. Will you let me?”

I couldn’t say anything. Mom said Dad never complained about the spermicide when he went down on her. But that was when I was a baby. I hoped the stuff was the same now. I nodded and he slowly kissed his way down over my breasts, down to my naval, down, down, to my pubic hair. I didn’t know how to help him, how to help him get access to where I wanted his mouth. He didn’t need any help. He moved one knee between my legs, spread my legs, moved the other knee, spread my legs wider, slid his big hands under my fanny, lifted me up, raised my hips to his level, and I watched as he looked at where I wanted his mouth.

He took one deep breath, then another; was he smelling me? I’d been thinking of him all afternoon. I knew how damp I’d gotten. I didn’t care. He started kissing me between my legs. Just little kisses on my thighs, on my pubic mound, in the crease between my mound and my thighs, everywhere but where I wanted his mouth. Just when I thought I’d have to beg, he took mercy on me. He kissed me right at the top of my slit, just where my clitoris is. I wanted more and I guess he did too. He started licking me, all around on my thighs and on the sides of my slit, everywhere but where I wanted his tongue. He knew how to tease.

Finally he did it, started at the bottom of my slit and brought his tongue up, up, up, to where it ended under my clitoral hood. I think that’s when the world went away. He kept at me for what could have been minutes or hours with no hurry, just his gentle tongue licking, licking, licking. Everything I knew was centered between my legs and the feel of his tongue there. My eyes were closed and I thought I saw something red and hot and realized it was my own blood under my eyelids. My breasts and chest felt the same heat. And everything between my thighs was heat, just red heat. I knew I was coming and I was ready. Maybe he knew it too. He fastened his mouth on the area where my clitoris was still hiding and tried to suck it out. That triggered it. I crashed in one convulsion after another until they began to fade.

He wasn’t through. He started sucking again, started licking again. Everything built up again and he wouldn’t stop. Kept at me, slow, gentle, his tongue over each side of my pussy, teasing the lips apart, licking inside me as far as his tongue would reach, up every time to my clit and I knew it was exposed now to his tongue. He kept at me until I exploded again and crashed and crashed. I couldn’t stand it. He had to stop. I reached down and grabbed his hair and pulled his head away from me. I didn’t have any sense left. I couldn’t think. He held me. When did he move up beside me? Just held me. Not trying to do anything. I finally started thinking halfway coherently again.

“Can I do you, Luke?” I asked.

“No.”

That wasn’t what I’d expected him to say. “No?”

“No, Arial! Maybe some time later. Not now. Just relax.”

I wanted to suck him. He could keep his oysters. I wanted something else. I realized that I did want it. I wanted to suck him off.  I wanted him to come in my mouth, wanted to swallow his come and know that it was in my stomach when I went to sleep. I had to do something.

I wiggled out of his arms and pushed him over on his back. I started to get on top of him and he stopped me. He pushed me back down beside him.

“No, Arial. Not now. Wait.”

He leaned over me and found my breast with his mouth. He started teasing my nipple and then sucking, just gently sucking, nothing urgent, nothing in a hurry. One hand found my pussy. It was drenched but I didn’t care. One finger found its way into me. It started stirring up even more juice. He was driving me crazy. I was too sensitive to be touched but he wouldn’t stop. I was going to scream if he didn’t stop.

He stopped. He pulled me on top of him. I tried to sit up so I could sit on his cock. I wanted it inside me. He wouldn’t let me sit up. He wrapped his arms around me and held me against his chest. He knew what I wanted. Why wouldn’t he let me?

He reached down on both sides and put his hands on the back of my thighs and pulled. I guessed he wanted me to bend my legs and I tried to do what he wanted. His hands guided me. I ended up with my legs bent so that my knees were at his waist. He wrapped his arms around me again and held me down. 

I could feel his cock sandwiched between his stomach and mine. It was hot and hard but it was outside when I wanted it inside. He held me still so I couldn’t do anything. He just kept holding me while I just kept wanting. Finally, he reached down between us with one hand, pulled me up higher on his chest with the other, and I realized the head of his dick was just touching the lips of my pussy.

I tried to move down so it would slide in. He held me and wouldn’t let me. I felt him move just slightly, just one little movement of his hips and the head eased inside me. He stopped. Damn, his teasing was driving me crazy. I wanted his cock in me. Now! He moved again, just enough for me to feel it. I pushed down as much as I could. I felt it open me up and slide in a little more. It didn’t hurt. Damn, it didn’t hurt. Not yet. But it wasn’t all the way in.

He started kissing me again and playing with me. His fingers were curled around on both sides of my behind, playing with the lips of my pussy, stretched open by his dick. I loved that, to be so stretched around his cock while he played with my pussy.

He moved again and I moved a split-second later. I felt his dick go deeper but there was no pain, just a feeling of fullness. I wondered how much of his cock was in me. I couldn’t tell. All I could tell was that the sensitive inner lips were stretched tight around his hot flesh.

He moved again. No pain. Just fullness. Again. He stopped. He pushed my face away from his. I opened my eyes. He was smiling at me.

“Sit up.”

I did. I could feel his balls pressing against my ass. His cock was entirely inside me. It didn’t hurt. It was just a wonderful sensation of being filled. I knew it was OK. I moved a couple of times, up just a little and then back down. It didn’t hurt.

He was still smiling at me. He knew he’d done it. He said he’d never hurt me and he hadn’t. I’d almost hurt myself by being in a hurry. But he hadn’t hurt me.

“Don’t ever take it out, Luke. Just stay inside me. Don’t even move.”

“I won’t, Arial. I’m too close to coming. If you’re not still yourself, I’m going to come.”

I wanted him to come. I wanted to feel him come inside me. I moved up and down a couple of times.

He lost control. He pulled me back down on his chest, wrapped his arms around me, and rolled over on top of me before I could say anything. He pulled back just a little and shoved his dick in me. Pulled back and shoved it in again. One more time, so hard it made me grunt. He froze and I could feel him buried entirely inside me and could feel his cock throbbing as he came inside me.

I felt him start to roll off me and I wrapped my arms and legs tighter around him and held him.

“Don’t take it out, Luke. Please! Don’t take it out. I want to feel you.”

He stayed still on top of me, still inside me, with his face buried in my hair and the pillow beside my head. I could feel his cock lose some of its stiffness and then later some of its hardness. It still felt wonderful inside me and I didn’t want him to ever take it out. I tightened the grip of my legs on his thighs and put my hands on his buttocks and tried to pull him closer. He lifted his head above mine and looked in my eyes, smiling at me. He started kissing me again and I opened my mouth to him.

A few minutes later, I realized he was hard again. His dick was still entirely inside me and I could feel his balls pressed against my ass cheeks. I didn’t want him to ever take it out. He bent down, trying to find my breasts with his mouth. He was too tall. He tried again and I helped him. I cupped my hands under my breasts and lifted them. He found my nipple with his lips and started sucking. I felt an instantaneous response in my pussy, almost a contraction around his dick. He kept sucking. I knew there had to be a direct connection.

He kept sucking and then started slowly moving his hips. I felt his dick slide out until just the head was in me and then all the way back in me. Slowly, oh, so slowly, he slid it in and out. It didn’t hurt now; it felt wonderful. I don’t know whether he was savoring the sensation but I was. He moved his mouth to the other breast. He moved his hips so that his dick was at a different angle. I could feel my vaginal lips being pulled in each time he pushed into me and then a tug against my clitoral hood each time he hit bottom. It was unbelievable.

I lost all consciousness of time and place. The only thing I was aware of was what my body was feeling as he slid his dick in and out of my pussy. He began to pick up the tempo, increasing the speed of his thrusts, and as he did he began to push harder. I couldn’t take it. I had to take it. I didn’t have any choice. I was going to come if he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop. I helped him with my hands on his ass. Each time he pushed into me, I pulled on his ass cheeks. I knew I was going to come but when I did I wasn’t prepared for what I felt. Luke must have felt my contractions around his cock. His mouth sucked on my nipple at exactly the same split-second interval. I felt like I was dying as my contractions began to fade away.

Then Luke started coming too. I couldn’t feel his semen spurting out into me. I could feel the contractions in his dick after he shoved it in to the hilt and held still. I could feel his mouth on my nipple. He was hurting me a little, in my pussy, on my nipple, but it was a good hurt. I wished he’d never stop.

 But he did. He stopped and lay almost dead weight on top of me. I didn’t mind. I hoped he’d never move off me, never take his dick out of me. But finally he did.

He pulled out, gave me a quick smack on the lips, and went to the bathroom. He was back in a second with a couple of towels. He pushed my legs apart, and put one of the towels between them. 

“Maybe this part isn’t romantic, Arial. It’s just the way it is after a man and woman make love. Get used to it. And remember, if the man gets up and brings you a towel, it’s because he really does love you.”

He stood there in front of me with the other towel in his hand. His dick was shiny and wet all the way down to his pubic hair. I could see white streaks of what I guessed were semen along the length and on the head. One fat drop was hanging precariously from the slit at the end. He started cleaning everything off, looking down at his dick and then at my face. I knew he wanted me to see this side of sex, the mess that we’d made. Maybe he thought I’d never seen it. I didn’t think it was anything repugnant. His dick was still beautiful to me, swollen, all reddish purple on the head and then red part way down the shaft. His balls were completely relaxed now and hanging even lower than the head of his dick. I thought it was cute after they were so snuggled up against his body when he’d had it in me. 

“Why wouldn’t you let me suck you, Luke?” I asked.

“Damn, Arial. That’s a helluva fuckin’ question to ask? Don’t you understand what I was trying to do? I was trying to think of how I could make your first time good for you.”

I gave him a big smile and, from the expression on my face, I think he realized I was playing with him.

“It was good, Luke. It was everything I’ve dreamed about. I’m just giving you something to dream about for the next few nights.” 

He gave me an angry look and then went around and pinched out the candles one by one. He slid in the bed and pulled me against him. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for me to turn on my side away from him and bend my right leg, while he wiggled up against me with his right leg over my left. He found my breast with his right hand and put his face in my hair. He took one deep breath and exhaled. I wondered if he was ready for sleep.

He wasn’t. We talked quietly while he held me. I was content.

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On Sunday morning, I woke up early. I listened to see if I could hear anybody else. It was quiet except for the rain. It had begun some time during the night and was falling slowly and softly. I was sore. I didn’t hurt but I was sore enough to be uncomfortable. Luke was still spooned up to my fanny and had his arm around my waist. I could feel his dick pressed against me. It was soft and warm. I tried to take the towel from between my legs and it seemed like it was stuck to me. I had to pee. I rolled away from Luke as quietly as I could and went in the bathroom. I peed and it burned a little. I wiped and it hurt a little. I found a washcloth, wet it in warm water, and wiped everything around my pussy as gently as possible. That felt better. I used a couple of fingers to part the lips. It was a mess. It looked like everything Luke had put in me as well as the spermicide had run out and halfway dried. I kept at it until it felt clean to my fingers. It didn’t hurt anymore but it was sore. I didn’t know what Luke would want to do this morning but I knew one thing he wasn’t going to do.

I got another cloth, washed my face, and then brushed my hair. When I went back out, Luke was lying on his side, his eyes half open. He was smiling at me.

“Thank you, Arial.”

“For what, Luke?”

“For making my dream come true.”

I didn’t say it but he had my thanks too. And after a day or two to recover, he was going to have my thanks again.

Luke got up and went in the bathroom. I heard him peeing in the bowl and then running the water in the sink. Men! They don’t know how easy they’ve got it, I thought. All they’ve got to do is wash their dick off in the sink a little and it’s ready to use again. I heard a soft knock on the door and when I opened it Kerry was standing there with a big grin, naked, with his dick swollen, looking like it had been used like Luke's had. He said Rachael wanted me and Luke to join them in the shower in a few minutes.

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Sunday morning at breakfast everybody was nice to me. They all treated me the same as always and didn’t ask me anything about what had happened with me and Luke last night. That was fine with me. Mom and Dad had always said a gentleman never talked about what he did in bed with a lady. I guess it worked the other way around too. If anybody hinted at anything, I just gave them a smile and changed the subject.

I was hungry for breakfast. Mom and Dad had brought sausage and eggs with toast for breakfast and I ate two eggs with some sausage. I think Mom almost fainted when I asked for the second egg. I had a big glass of orange juice and then some coffee afterward. Usually when I drank coffee, I made it half milk and half coffee and lots of sugar. But I wanted something different this time and I made it with just a little milk and sugar. 

It was drizzling rain all Sunday morning and kind of warm and humid. Since the cabin didn’t have air conditioning, most of us didn’t put on any clothes. We all played with the two little kids a lot and I think we wore them out too much. They got a little fussy with lunch and their moms put them to bed for a nap.

I talked with most everybody because they seemed to want to talk to me. Everybody else was talking in little clusters around the main hall of the cabin. I heard Stuart and his Mom talking about what we’d done on Friday night. Stuart teased Lauren about spending the night with Mom and Dad and said he didn’t believe Dad could have been any good in bed after his performance with Kathryn. She said she’d never tell but I’ll bet she will. She teased him and Joanne about spending the night with Kavan and Kathryn after Friday’s fun and games. She asked him if Kathryn still wanted more after having had sex with Dad and Kerry on Friday night. He said he’d never tell either but I’ll bet he will. From the way they talked, it seemed that Kavan and Kathryn had slept by themselves last night. They’d said they we going to so they could save up for the tableaux presentation.

When we were eating sandwiches for lunch, Luke and Rachael came over and sat with me and Kerry. None of us talked about what we’d done last night but Kerry kept smiling at Rachael and she’d smile back. I guessed they’d had a good time together. I was about to leave the table when she asked me to wait a minute. She said she and Luke wanted to ask me and Kerry to spend a night with them again. I said not tonight but maybe later, that I wanted a night to myself. She asked if Monday night would be OK and I nodded. I asked whether she meant separate or together. She said together. I looked at Kerry and he was nodding his head off. Men! I nodded too. Luke gave me a big smile.

The rain stopped a little after lunch. Kavan and Kathryn wanted to go for a walk and they asked me and Kerry if we wanted to go too. He said we could walk on the road going back to the gate as far as the beaver pond on the little branch. Kerry said he was tired of beaver ‘cause he’d been wrestling with one all night. Men! I don’t know where they get some of their names for things.

We told Mom where we wanted to go and she said we either had to put on clothes or spray for mosquitoes. It was still warm and humid so we just got our rubber mud sandals and sprayed each other.

I was glad we could get away together because I wanted to talk about the show we were going to put on for the crowd. I was nervous about having to handle the lights. Kerry said he couldn’t do the commentary and handle the lights too. Kavan told me he was sure I could because I’d done the lights perfectly when we rehearsed in the basement at home. He said anyway I was the only one who could read music and I was the one who’d cued the lights to the scores so I had to do it. I said just because I can read music a little and play a wind instrument didn’t mean I could conduct a production like this. Kerry had to wisecrack about me playing a wind instrument. He said I was great on the flute. I knew he meant something dirty so I pretended to be hurt and gave him my crying routine. He apologized and hugged me and told me he loved me.

Kavan wanted to try one of the hardest positions he and Kathryn were going to do – where Kathryn was bent back in a bow and Kavan was between her legs with his face on her pussy. They tried to do it but they were too wet from the water dripping off the leaves and he couldn’t hold her in the position. The water on Kavan did make his muscles from weightlifting stand out. They’d been talking about putting oil on their bodies to make them sexier but they decided not to do it since they hadn’t rehearsed it that way and they were afraid it would be worse than water on them.

We stopped by the old farmhouse to check on its condition. The old metal roof was still good and everything inside was dry. Dad and Kavan had put plywood over a couple of bad windows a few years ago but everything else was OK. There was nothing inside and it felt so lonely and sad. I ended up hugging Kerry and holding him because I didn’t know what else to do for the old house.

We found the beaver pond and saw lots of tracks in the mud and some new stumps where they’d cut down little trees. We didn’t see any beaver and I asked Kavan why they were so hard to see. Kerry said it was because most of them were hidden – under panties. I tried to hit him but he ran.

On the walk back, Kavan held Kathryn’s hand. Kerry finally caught up with us and held my hand. I was still mad and wouldn’t look at him. Finally he stopped and made me look. His eyes looked red and full of tears. I thought he was ready to cry because I was mad at him. He wrapped his long arms around me and hugged me and told me he really does love me. He said it wasn’t because I’m always sweet to him and he can always talk to me about everything. He said it was because he doesn’t really have any choice but to love me. He kissed me on he cheek and I couldn’t stay mad at him any more.

We were almost back to the cabin when he stopped me again. 

“I’m a pretty good actor, Arial,” he said. “Don’t you think so? If I rub my eyes with my knuckle and then squint a little, it looks like I’m crying, doesn’t it? Just like you.”

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Sunday afternoon, the skies were clearing and the air started getting warmer and dryer. Everybody wanted to play outdoors but the water in the creek was stained from the rain so nobody wanted to play in it. We ended up just being silly and chasing each other around in the flat area near the creek. Dad caught me and gave me a frowzel. That’s what he always calls it when he hasn’t shaved and he rubs his whiskers on my stomach and makes it red. Stuart and Luke did me too and I had red patches all over my breasts and shoulders and stomach. I was glad Kavan and Kerry didn’t really have whiskers yet. I wasn’t the only one who got frowzeled though. The guys with whiskers did it to all the women. I guess they got a kick out of it because they all ended up with swollen dicks. Kerry pretended he had whiskers and he frowzeled all the women too. His dick was standing straight up as usual.

Everybody was all muddy and covered with little leaves and stuff so we all ended up in the shower together. There were so many of us in there at once that we hardly had room to soap up and wash off. Nobody complained though. Kerry still had a hard-on and we all gave him a good yank or two.

Sunday night dinner was just cold stuff. Mom had brought a half ham, already cooked, and Stuart sliced it for us. We had potato salad and pickles and stuff like that. We used plastic plates and cups so we didn’t have to wash dishes. Dad said it made just as much sense to wash real dishes because we’d just have to carry the plastic ones out with the trash when we left.

Sunday evening was really nice. The last of the rain-system clouds were moving out and the sunset on them was beautiful. The wind had almost stopped. Every few minutes, another breeze would sweep along and the pine trees would sound like they were singing. I hated to go in off the deck but I knew we wanted to start the tableaux when it got dark.

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(STUART)

I didn’t know what to expect. For three days, Joanne and I had found it hard to believe what we saw and did. Mom had told us about the Stuart family when she called and then finally told us what she’d done with them. I had told her repeatedly that I wanted her to start living again after Dad died but I hadn’t expected her to get herself into a situation like this. Or maybe I should say, the situation got into her – three of them in one night! I knew she and Dad had enjoyed a good sex life and I suspected they enjoyed a lot I didn’t know about. But still, three of them? Kieran and his two sons? Damn, I’d have loved to be there to see that. Joanne thought it was pretty hot too. She almost broke my dick off fucking me the night we learned about it.

When I met the Stuarts they turned out to be a damned nice family. Kieran was still a hunk and I could see why Mom had thought he was one at sixteen. It’s hard to believe he’s really my biological father. I still can’t think of anybody but Paul as my real father. Siobhan was almost unbelievable. When I saw her naked the first time, I wanted to get face down on her and get a mouthful of red hair. And those tits! I could suck on them for a week and die happy.

Their kids are great. I felt like they were my brothers and sister after just one night. Beautiful, healthy, bright – everything parents could want in kids. I hope Paul grows up like them. I know how Kerry’s going to feel – growing up so damned intelligent. He’s going to find out what I did: it’s a mixed blessing. Teased to death by the other kids and still damn glad not to be as stupid as they are.

That Arial’s a little knockout. I don’t feel brotherly toward her. I can’t believe she was a virgin until last night. And Luke got her cherry. Damn, he is one lucky guy. I wish to hell I could get my dick in her too. Who knows? We’ve got a week to fuck around and it looks like anything can happen. Hell, she’s my half-sister. I’m not supposed to think about her like that. Am I?

Kavan and Kerry are great guys. I could tell Kerry was a troublemaker right away. I fixed him when he tried to get Joanne in the pool. Kavan seems like the sort of rock-solid guy I’d like to have for a brother. He looks like he’s been lifting weights to get shoulders and biceps like that. And Kathryn! Shacking up down there in the basement with Kavan! Kieran and Siobhan think they’re a great pair. Unbelievable! She knows what she’s doing when she gives me that smile with her eyes sort of lowered. That’s another place I’d like to park my pecker for a while. 

Luke and I helped arrange two couches for the presentation the kids were going to put on. Kerry wanted them exactly four feet from a rectangle he’d marked out on the floor. Kieran and Siobhan went around at the window end of the hall pulling the blackout drapes. I didn’t know where Kavan was and Kathryn seemed to be missing too. Arial was fooling with a bank of switches for lights they’d hung up and looking at what seemed to be musical scores. Kerry was talking to her and then reading over what looked like notes about something.

Rachael and Joanne took little Paul and Adrianna to one of the bedrooms to read to them. It was Paul’s bedtime and I knew he’d probably sleep through the night after he’d played so much during the day. They’re both beautiful little kids. Almost like brother and sister. Same hair color, same fat little belly and butt. They were almost like identical twins except for Paul’s outty and Adrianna’s inney.

Luke and I were sitting on one of the couches when Rachael and Joanne came back out. We all squeezed together on one couch. It was hard for me to believe that I’d be sitting on a couch with my wife and two other people – all of us naked - and that we’d be so comfortable with it. Not just comfortable – I was enjoying it.

Kieran and Siobhan were standing near the door to the deck talking and when they saw us sit down, they came over and sat on the other couch. Mom joined them and she and Siobhan started talking together. From the way Siobhan was nodding and looking at me I guessed they were plotting something. I wouldn’t be surprised at anything anymore.

Arial and Kerry were watching all of us. When they saw us on the couches, Arial did something to the light switches and all the lights in the big room went out. When we all got quiet, one little light came on and there was Kerry, standing there naked with a microphone in one hand.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight…” He started and then his voice cracked. He just grinned, that Kerry grin as Joanne called it, and started again.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, Stuart Family Productions will bring you a special presentation in two parts. The first will feature a musical excerpt from Romeo and Juliet. Not Tchaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet. You’ll hear a beautiful orchestral intermezzo from an opera called A Village Romeo and Juliet by an English guy named Frederick Delius. The second will be a famous work you’re all familiar with: Ravel’s Bolero.”

“The excerpt from Delius’ opera is called The Walk to the Paradise Gardens. The walk will last ten minutes and the first few minutes will be played in the dark. The lights will then come on briefly and you’ll see two young lovers frozen like statues. The light will go out and, when they come back on, you’ll see the lovers in a different pose. This will happen again and again as the lovers get closer to paradise.”

“Ravel’s Bolero will last fifteen minutes and again the first few minutes will be played in the dark. When the lights come on this time, the lovers will be moving, doing what lovers always do in Paradise. Again the lights will go off and back on a number of times until, at the climax of Bolero, the lovers will finally enter into Paradise.”

Damn, the kid was good. He stood there so self-assured, naked as a jaybird, microphone he didn’t really need in one hand, notes he never looked at in the other; he was damn good. Intermezzo, Tchaikovsky, excerpt, tableaux vivant: how many kids his age have even heard the words? He’s one smart little devil. Then the one little light on him disappeared and we were in total darkness.

I guess opera’s OK but I’m no great fan. I’ll have to admit the music from The Walk to Paradise Gardens was beautiful. I guess I’d call it slow and maybe sensuous. I was beginning to wonder whether something had gone wrong when the spotlights came on.

Kathryn and Kavan were standing about five feet apart between the two couches. They were both wearing Greek-style togas, a single piece of fabric, tossed over one shoulder, open at the sides, and held in place by a rope belt. They had nothing on their feet and, from the opened side, I could see they had nothing on under the togas. The left side of Kavan's chest was exposed showing hard muscle. Kathryn's left breast was exposed. Damn, she had perfect tits.

Kavan was looking at Kathryn's face. He had a calm, sort of pleading look on his face. Kathryn was looking slightly away from him, and it seemed to me there was a look of uncertainty in her upraised eyebrows. He had one arm extended toward her with the palm up, asking, the fingers curled slightly, waiting to grasp. Her arm was extended toward him, her hand and fingers raised as though in defense.

Pretty damn sexy so far, I thought. I wondered how far they were going to go with this.

When the lights went out, you could have heard a pin drop. I didn’t even hear Kavan and Kathryn moving. Maybe half a minute later the lights came back on. They were standing in front of each other now, their faces maybe a foot apart. His hand was on her breast and hers was on his chest. The lights went out.

I sat up a little straighter and leaned forward. Maybe Joanne thought I was getting a little too interested. She grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me back. When she put her hand on the inside of my thigh, I relaxed and leaned back.

When the lights came back on, Kavan and Kathryn were still in the same pose except that this time they were kissing. No movement, just frozen, lips locked together.

Joanne moved her hand up a little and wrapped her fingers around my dick. It was just on the verge of standing up. I glanced across to Mom and Kieran and Siobhan. The lucky son of a bitch was sitting in the middle, one arm around Mom and one around Siobhan. His long legs were sprawled out and his dick looked like it was in about the same shape as mine. The lights went out again.

 When they came back on the next time, I thought at first that the pose hadn’t changed. They were still kissing. But when I looked closer, I saw that each had one hand under the other's toga.

While I could, I glanced down to see what Luke and Rachael were doing. His dick was standing straight up and Rachael was stroking him. He had a smile on his face and I knew he was one happy man.

The next time the lights came on, Kavan and Kathryn were naked, standing perhaps a foot apart, and the togas were at their feet on the floor. He had one hand curled around cupping the mound between her legs. She had one hand wrapped around his hard-on.

I glanced over at Mom and Kieran and Siobhan again. This time his dick was standing straight up too and Mom had her hand wrapped around it. It looked like Siobhan was playing with his balls. Damn, another lucky guy.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I glanced over that way quickly and saw Arial and Kerry standing beside one of the support columns. They had their arms wrapped around each other’s waists and big grins on their faces.

I could hardly wait for the next pose. This time, Kavan was standing, one hand on his hip, the other on top of Kathryn’s head. Kathryn was down on one knee. She had her mouth on his dick.

I wondered how she could get it in her mouth. Kieran’s dick was big and thick and it looked like Kavan’s was about the same. I looked down at my own. Shit. It was about the same too. Joanne never had any trouble with it in her mouth or pussy. The lights went out.

When they came back on, I saw it was Kathryn’s turn. She was standing with her legs spread apart. Kavan was kneeling with his face almost hidden between her legs. Damn, her pubic hair was cut so short it didn’t hide anything. I could see the lips of her pussy, wide open, and Kavan had his tongue right in them. How the hell could he hold it still and resist licking her?

On the other side of Kavan and Kathryn, movement distracted me. When I looked, Mom was leaning over Kieran’s lap and had her lips around his dick. While I watched, she drew back and Siobhan leaned over and wrapped her lips around it. And that’s when the lights went out again.

I couldn’t believe the next pose. I couldn’t believe they could have moved so silently. I couldn’t believe that Kavan could hold her like that. Kavan was standing, holding Kathryn. She was upside down, her tits against his stomach, her belly against his chest. His arms were around her waist. Her face was at his dick. Her legs were spread wide; his face was at her pussy.

I looked over at Luke and Rachael. She had her hand on his dick and was slowly stoking him while they watched. Joanne was stroking me. My dick started drooling and she rubbed around the head with her thumb while she held it. The lights went out again and this time I heard Kavan and Kathryn grunting as they got into the next pose. 

I hoped it wasn’t the last pose but I didn’t see how they could do anything sexier and more beautiful. Kathryn's feet were on the floor, her legs slightly spread. She was bent backwards, her body in a bow, her hands supporting the other end of the bow. Her head was dangling from one end of the bow, her face calm, eyes closed. Her breasts were elongated by her stretched body and flattened against her chest and her nipples stood up in clear dark points on the peak of the small mounds. Her stomach was a perfect bowl. Between her thighs, I could barely see the neatly-trimmed pubic hair on her pussy.

But Kavan's face was blocking the view. He was on his knees, sitting back slightly on his calves and feet. His head was between Kathryn's thighs, his face hidden in her darkness, perfectly positioned for his mouth to find her pussy. His arms and hands were stretched out to each side, slightly raised, in a classical dancer's pose. I assumed he had just been holding Kathryn's thighs while she leaned back until her hands found the floor. I couldn't see them trembling but I was. I knew I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. And the lights went out again and the music stopped.

Bolero began in complete darkness. It stated with slow rhythmical repetitive movements and seemed to last forever, nothing but music. 

This time when the lights come back on, Kavan was fucking Kathryn. He was on top of her with his mouth locked to hers. Her arms were around him, hands on his butt. Her legs were wrapped around his. It was just slow fucking this time, not frozen.

Luke and Rachael and Joanne and I were the lucky ones this time. We had the best view, directly between their legs. I realized somebody had put this production together carefully. One of the spotlights was shining directly on the spot where the action was. Kavan’s red hair was shining like it was on fire. His dick was glistening as it slid in and out of her. Damn, I’d never seen anything like it. This time, it was Joanne who sat up straighter and leaned forward.

The lights went out again and Joanne moved. I wondered where she was going when I felt her spread my legs and kneel between them. She clamped down on my dick with her mouth and I thought she was going to suck the head off. She had it timed perfectly. She moved again and was back beside me when the lights came on again. Rachael didn’t have it timed as well. I glanced over and she was still on her knees sucking Luke’s cock.

This time we didn’t have the best view. I knew Kieran was getting a good look at Kathryn’s pussy wrapped around Kavan’s dick. She was on top, riding Kavan. She had her head thrown back and I could see the expression on her face. I’d seen that same look on Joanne’s face over me often enough. She was damn close to coming.

The lights went out and I listened to see if I could hear anything. There was no mistaking it. Kavan was still shoving it in her even in the dark. Damn, how long can the kid last?

When the lights came back on, Kavan was behind Kathryn, pumping away. They were parallel to the two couches so all of us had about the same view. He was shoving it in hard enough to make her grunt every time he hit bottom. 

The lights went out again and I knew Bolero well enough to know it was building to its crescendo. I knew I was going to build to one tonight too. Somebody was going to get fucked. Maybe more than one someone from the looks of the others.

The lights came on again and Kavan was back on top of Kathryn, pumping away, shoving his dick into her hard enough to push her a little each time. I couldn’t see where it was going but I could hear it. Kathryn’s face was contorted like she was dying. I couldn’t see Kavan’s. The climax of the music finally came, where it breaks down into irregular jerky sounds and I watched as Kavan seemed to break down too. If he wasn’t coming, he was faking it the best I’d ever seen. With the last sound from the music, I saw the two of them relax. And the lights went out.

There was nothing but silence. I didn’t know whether I ought to cheer. Do you cheer at something so beautiful? If I ever went to church, would I clap at a beautiful hymn? I didn’t care. I let out a big whoop and started clapping and cheering. I guess it was appropriate because Kieran joined me and then the ladies did the same. Mom even stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled. That’s the way she always called me when I was little and she wanted me home. I knew it was her.

When we finally stopped yelling, the lights came on again. Kieran was at the light switches, standing there with his dick pointing at the ceiling. I looked around. Kavan and Kathryn, Arial and Kerry were all gone. I noticed one of the bedroom doors behind us was closed and a light was on under it.

Mom and Siobhan came over to us and gave hugs and kisses to Luke and Rachael and then to Joanne and me. Hugging with a hard-on is a little difficult. I’d never poked Mom with one before. Kieran walked over and put his arms around Mom and Siobhan. I didn’t know what was next on the agenda but I knew Joanne was going to find out. Mom gave me and Joanne a big smile and said “We’ll see you in the morning. Don’t worry about the kids. If they wake up, we’ll take care of them.”

I stood there watching while Kieran and Siobhan and my Mom went into one of the bedrooms on the side of the big room. I shook my head. I couldn’t believe it. The lucky bastard. I wondered how it’d be to have two women to fuck around with at once. 

Luke and Rachael were still standing there. Luke’s dick was hard too, just as hard as mine. I guessed Rachael was going to get it too. 

Luke said, “Stuart, the upstairs bedroom’s reserved for us tonight.”

Yeah, you get it again tonight, I thought. You’re screwing a virgin one night and your pregnant wife the next. Damn, you’ve got it good, Luke. Cool hand, Luke.

“That’s OK, Luke,” I said. “Joanne and I’ll sleep in one of the ones down here.”

Rachael looked at Luke and then looked at me and Joanne.

“You don’t understand, Stuart. The king-size bed’s reserved for the four of us, me and Luke, you and Joanne.”

“I can’t do that,” I started to protest.

Rachael put her fingertips to my mouth. “Yes, you can. It’s already been settled. Your Mom and Siobhan arranged it. If you don’t agree, I’ll go tell your Mom. Now bring your wife and let’s go upstairs to bed. I think you and Luke are both ready.” 


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