
THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Seventy-Three


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


CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart, 48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4

Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23

Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21

Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17

Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee Andersen, 5 

Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor Bridges, 5 


TELLING THE STORY

Brad Weaver, Arial Weaver

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(KATHRYN)

Friday night we all ate dinner together as usual and our four guys raved about the dinner. Arial prepared the baked stuffed pork chops, following Siobhan’s instructions. Siobhan made the yeast rolls and I made the Waldorf salad. With her mother’s help, Alannah made the Spanish rice. I suppose I was becoming more like Siobhan; I enjoyed seeing the guys eat food I’d prepared.

Immediately after dinner, Kerry disappeared to his basement bachelor pad. He had seemed strange during dinner. He was more serious than usual, not joking and having fun like he usually does, and was especially kind and considerate to Siobhan. I wondered what was going on to cause him to be that way.

Brad and Kavan asked Kieran to go for a walk with them up the hill to the picnic area. They didn’t ask the rest of us to go and I knew it was because they wanted to talk to Kieran about something. I wondered what it was this time.

Siobhan, Arial, Alannah, and I went in the family room to relax. Siobhan found a nature program on TV and put Alannah on the floor to watch. Arial and I sat on the love seat and both decided to take off our socks and sneakers. I slouched down, stretched my legs out straight, and wiggled my toes. Even with my usual afternoon nap, it had been a long day and I was tired from carrying two babies.

Arial watched me until I started wiggling my toes and then she took off her sneakers and socks and wiggled her toes too.

“Kathryn, are your ankles swollen?” Siobhan asked when she turned from putting Alannah in front of the TV. “They look like it. How about yours, Arial?”

I held my right leg up and looked around my big belly at my ankle. Maybe it was a little swollen. I put my right foot back on the floor, lifted my left leg, and looked around my belly from the other side. My left leg looked the same, maybe a little larger than normal around my ankles.

Arial watched me and then looked at her ankles. “I can’t see any swelling, Mom. How do you tell?”

Siobhan sat down on the floor in front of us, Indian fashion. She took Arial’s left leg and my right one and put them in her lap. She looked for a minute or so, leaning to one side and then the other. Then she picked up my foot, held it in one hand, and pressed her finger against my ankle in a couple of places. She picked up Arial’s foot and pressed on her ankle a couple of times.

“Do you see the difference?” she asked.

I could certainly see a difference in my ankles compared to Arial’s. Mine were much slower in getting back to normal after Siobhan pressed down on them. 

“You’re both a little swollen,” Siobhan said. “Yours are worse, Kathryn. Why don’t you both lie down on the floor and put your legs up on the couch? Let’s see if that helps.”

Arial and I both lay down on our backs on the floor, put our calves up on the couch, and tried to get comfortable. Siobhan stuck a couple of pillows under our heads. That helped but there was no way I could be comfortable with the weight of two babies bearing down on me. I decided to try to tough it out for a few minutes.

“Mom, why was Kerry acting so strange tonight?” Arial asked. “He was being so sweet to you and he was so serious. I don’t think he made us laugh a single time tonight.”

I tilted my head back and saw an upside-down Siobhan. Was she smiling? I shook my head and moved around until I could see her without her being upside down. Now I saw she had a strange smile on her face, like she knew something that we didn’t know.

“I suppose I might as well tell you,” she said. “Kieran and Kerry both made love to me last night.”

“Both of them?” Arial squealed.

“Both of them?” I squealed at the same time.

“Yes, both of them. Kerry wanted to and I wanted him to and it was OK with Kieran. So we did it.”

“You’ve got to tell us all about it,” Arial said.

“Yes, please, Siobhan, tell us every little juicy detail,” I said.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it,” she said. “Kieran’s always told the boys that a gentleman never talks about what he does in bed with a lady.”

“Yeah, but you’re a lady,” Arial said. “A lady always tells other ladies everything and I do mean everything. We’ll never tell the guys. Let them go on thinking we never talk about them.”’

“Come on, Siobhan,” I pleaded. “We swear we’ll never tell the guys. What they don’t know can’t hurt them.”

“You promise you won’t tease Kerry about it?” she questioned. “He’s having a hard time deciding what he wants to do, whether to go to school in California, whether to get serious with Tara or not.”

Of course, we promised. 

She sat down on the floor between us, leaned back on the couch, looked at Alannah to see that she was engrossed in the TV, and then she told us. In a low voice, she told us everything, and I do mean everything, even the bit about how hard she came when Kerry had his thumb in her asshole, two fingers in her pussy, and his tongue licking her clitoris. Arial and I hung on to every word.

“Oh, lordy, I’m so hot,” Arial giggled, when Siobhan was finished. She caught the front hem of her dress and waved it up and down. Siobhan glanced down between her legs and then grinned and shook her head.

“Oh lordy, I’m so hot I could just die,” I said, and waved my dress up and down too. Siobhan looked down between my legs and her smile got wider.

Alannah got up and came over to where Arial and I were lying on the floor, flapping our dresses over our overheated pussies.

“Mommy, they don’t have any panties on,” she giggled.

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When Kieran and Kavan and Brad came back from their walk, I was ready to go home and I suppose Arial was too. It was a short walk to the house next door that Kieran had built on top of the rocks. It wasn’t our house. It wasn’t Brad and Arial’s house. It was Kieran’s and Siobhan’s house. But Kieran had insisted that we shouldn’t pay any rent while we were in college. For four years we’d lived there, sharing everything with Brad and Arial. It had been a wonderful four years. It was as much my home as any place I’d ever lived. 

As usual, Brad and Arial and Kavan and I hugged Kieran and Siobhan and little Alannah before we went next door. Kerry would have gotten hugs from us too but he had disappeared downstairs to his basement bachelor pad after dinner and hadn’t resurfaced.

Brad and Arial, hand in hand, led the way along the pathway to home and Kavan and I followed, hand in hand too. The guys had installed little lights along the path and it was easy to follow even on the darkest nights. We walked through the rocks and trees to the carport and then across the bridge to the entryway to the first floor.  It seemed strange to me that nobody had anything to say but perhaps we were all thinking of something.

We puttered around the great room for a while, straightening up, and then hugged each other before we went up the stairs. Brad and Kavan seemed to be hugging each other longer than usual and I noticed that Brad was whispering something in Kavan’s ear. I wondered what they were trying to keep secret.

Our big king-bed was a welcome sight and I lay down on my side without even taking anything off. We had two king-size bolsters on our bed plus two regular-size pillows. I tucked a bolster up against my stomach, a pillow under my head, sighed a couple of times, and relaxed.

Kavan sat down on the side of the bed in front of me, took off his sneakers and socks, then stood up, pulled his shirt over his head, dropped his shorts – he’d gone commando again – and went in the bathroom. I watched his beautiful ass as he walked away from me. The family had always kidded Kerry about his beautiful little butt. Kavan’s was just as beautiful to me and maybe more so. His was milky white without anything to mar it. He had freckles all across his shoulders and they tapered off around his waist and his butt was just a beautiful hard muscular man’s butt with no freckles.

I watched him as he peed, putting on a good show as he uncovered, squirted noisily in the commode, milked his dick down, shook it a few times, and finally slid his foreskin back over the head. I kept watching as he buzzed his teeth for two minutes with his electric toothbrush and as he brushed his hair for more than two minutes. I could see him from the side as he looked in the mirror, brushing that beautiful red hair of his. His dick was soft but not really limp. It was sort of standing out away from his balls, not touching them, just curved down like it wanted to stand up and look around. He looked at me and smiled and I knew he knew I’d been watching him. I was so glad he was my husband.

I knew what he’d do next and I was right. He wet a couple of wash-cloths, put toothpaste on my electric toothbrush, and came back in our bedroom with a towel over his arm, washcloths in one hand, and my toothbrush in the other. I turned over on my back.  He handed me my toothbrush and one of the washcloths, then sat down on the bedside and took off my sneakers and socks. While he wiped off my feet, I brushed my teeth, wiped off my face and arms, and then waddled to the bathroom to spit and pee.   

He’d already turned down the bed spread when I came back in our bedroom and was lying there on his back, naked, waiting for me. He had his ankles crossed and his balls were resting on his thighs and his dick was warm and heavy looking on top. For a minute or so, I stood there looking down at him while he looked up at me and grinned. I wanted to be naked with him so I pulled my shift over my head, crawled on the bed, curled up to him with my big belly against him and my head on his shoulder.

“Did you think Kerry’s behavior was a little strange tonight?” he asked.

“Well, he wasn’t kidding and cutting up like he usually is,” I answered, careful to not let on that I knew why he’d acted that way.

“Kieran told me and Brad something when we were going up the hill tonight. He didn’t say I couldn’t tell you, just that we shouldn’t tease him or Kerry about it. Want to hear it?”

“You know I do.”

“Dad and Kerry both made love to Mom last night,” he said.

“Both of them?” I responded, trying to pretend I didn’t know about it.

“Yeah, both of them. He said they both made love to her and he was there when Kerry did it. I suppose he was watching. I wonder who got sloppy seconds.”

“Kavan, that’s not nice. You don’t call it that when you do it with me a second time. Is that all he said?”

“He wouldn’t go into detail about what they did and we didn’t ask him. He told us something else you aren’t going to believe.”

“What?”

“He said tomorrow night, he and Mom are spending the night with Luke and Rachael again, you know, like they do sometimes. He said this time Kerry was going with them and he’d be doing the same things with Mom and Rachael that he and Luke do.”

“What does that mean, the same things?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “I guess it means anything and everything, like we’ve done with Stuart and Joanne. Just a lot of fun and a lot of sex.”

“And like we did with Brad and Arial.”

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

“Damn, I wish I could have watched, don’t you?” I said.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve known a long time that Kerry wanted to do it with Mom but I’m having a little trouble believing she really let him.”

“Kavan, you know how Kerry is,” I said. “He may be the tallest man in the family but he’s still like a little boy and when he looks at you with that beautiful face and uses that smile on you, well, I think any woman would let him make love to her. Are you jealous of him?”

“No, not really. I’ve known for a long time that he wanted to make love to Mom but I’ve never felt that way. I just like to think of her as Mom and that’s all. I’ve got the one woman I want.”

“Who?”

He ignored my question. “Kathryn, do you really think the stuff we do is OK? I mean swapping partners with Stuart and Joanne, swapping with Brad and Arial. It’s a lot of fun but I sometimes wonder if we go too far.”

“Kavan, don’t you think it just makes us closer to each other. I like the way we’ve been with Brad and Arial the last four or five years. I like living with them. We’ve bathed together, slept together, eaten together, and fooled around with each other. I think Brad and Arial finally decided they wanted to go all the way and let me have sex with Brad and you have sex with Arial. I don’t think it’s hurt us just because we’ve swapped a few times. It’s just made us love each other more.”

“You don’t think it’s hurt our marriage? I don’t want to do anything to hurt our marriage, especially now that you’re going to have the twins.”

“I don’t think it’s hurt our marriage one bit. I don’t want Brad or Stuart. It’s nice to play with them but I’ve got the one man I want.”

“Who?”

I ignored his question. “Kavan, could I change the subject? Do you remember how it was when you came to New York to get me? How we fucked and fucked and fucked and then fucked some more.”

I squirmed a little closer to him, pulled my hair back out of my face, and put my head back down on his shoulder. I reached down to where his dick was laying on his thigh, swollen but not hard, wrapped my hand around it, pulled his foreskin down, and lay there looking at the head of his dick. I liked his helmet, that’s what it looked like, the way it flared out into a ridge.

He had one arm around me with his hand on my back but I wanted it somewhere else. I reached back and pulled his hand to my breast. He cupped his hand under my swollen breast and I put my hand on top of his for a minute and then reached back down to his dick.

 “Yeah, I remember,” he responded. “Dad doesn’t like to use the word fucked to describe what he does to Mom. Seems like it’s a pretty good word to describe what I did to you.”

“Don’t say it like that, Kavan,” I said. “I was just as much involved in the fucking as you were. If I remember correctly, there were a couple of times when you were laying there with your hands behind your head and a big smirk on your face while I fucked you. I’d forgotten how good it was to ride a big horse cock to Banburry Cross.”

“Was I smirking?” he asked.

“Yes, you were. You knew how much I loved to have your big dick buried to the balls in my pussy. You knew you had me again. Maybe you didn’t know it but I had you too. I knew I wasn’t ever going to let you go again.”

“I knew it...that you had me, I mean,” he said. “I knew you had my heart in your hands and it was of full of love for you.”

“You Irish do love to kiss the Blarney Stone, don’t you? Anyway, that first night, when you fucked me again after doing it twice that afternoon…”

“Three times.”

“OK, it was three times for you. I don’t know how many times it was for me. I must have had a dozen orgasms. After a while I didn’t know whether I was coming or going.

“The way you were moaning and whining, you were coming.”

“Shut up. Anyway, that first night, when we did it again with me on top of you and you fucking up into me and me fucking down on you, I knew I had to have you for the rest of my life. We went to sleep with me on top of you and your cock still in my pussy and your come and all those juices from me started drooling back out of me and I tried to get up and clean us up and you wouldn’t let me and we went to sleep like that with your big dick still in my pussy and all those juices running down on your balls. You said you didn’t give a shit how messy it was and you wrapped your arms around me and wouldn’t let me go and we went to sleep like that…it was so good.” 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said. 

“Do you remember how good it was?” I said, thinking of one night in particular after we’d wandered around in Little Italy almost all day. 

“Yeah. It was not just good; it was great. I remember.”

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(KAVAN)

I followed Kathryn’s instructions and found the parking garage. Then I walked about a block to the apartment building where her mother lived. 

I kept reminding myself – be patient, be kind and considerate, don’t push her, don’t get angry, don’t raise your voice, listen to what she says, don’t act like you want to have sex with her, don’t get in a hurry, think before you say anything, don’t insist that she come back with you, be sweet to her.

In the elevator, I kept reminding myself that she’d said I could come to New York to see her but she wouldn’t promise me that she’d come back with me. When I found the door to her mother’s apartment, I stood there for a minute or so, breathing deeply, trying to get good control of myself. She had to come back with me. What could I do or say so she would want to go home with me?

I rang the doorbell, stood there a minute, then rang it again. I heard something scratching on the door in front of me and I realized that there was a peep hole there. Then I heard the sound of a chain being moved, the sound of the door being opened. And then there was Kathryn.

Everything I’d planned to say went flying the minute I saw her. I walked in, she closed and locked the door, and then turned to me. We stood there looking at each other. I couldn’t think what to say.

She looked at my face and around it and I could tell she was checking out my hair. It was long again. I had let it grow out again after Kiki and I broke up. It was longer than it had been when Kathryn had left. Before I left for New York, I’d even gone to a mall style shop, for the first time, and let them style it. I suppose it was close to the lion mane that she had talked me into before she  left.

She looked like the same Kathryn I’d known and loved so much. Her hair was a little shorter than it had been, just down to her neck, not down to her shoulders, but it was still so beautiful on her. She had on shorts, a knit shirt, and white socks, just like she’d worn when she was living with us, if she wore anything at all. 

Suddenly she did that thing with her head, where she throws her hair back out of her face and then her eyes lit up in the same mischievious way and her mouth turned up in the same smile I’d loved so much. I couldn’t help it. I started toward her, my arms held out and just said her name. “Kathryn.” I swallowed hard but I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

She came to me, held her finger to my lips, said “Ssshhh,” and tilted her face up to mine. I bent down to her and kissed her. For a brief second I tried to remind myself to be slow but then all thinking and all restraint went flying. I wrapped my arms around her, she wrapped her arms around me, and we kissed.

All consciousness left me. I stood there, my open mouth against hers, trying to pull her body into me or me into her, wanting her, needing her, drowning in her.

After a minute or so, she took her hands off my butt and pulled my shirt out of my shorts. I moved back slightly and looked at her. She was smiling, that same crazy Kathryn smile that had mesmerized me since that day she first swam naked in the pool at home. She pulled my shirt up and I lifted my arms so she could pull it over my head.

As soon as my shirt was gone, I pulled her shirt out of her shorts and up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts. I kept looking from one to the other. She still had the same perfect breasts, full and heavy looking, with a little droop, but not enough so that she needed a bra. When I looked up at her face again, she was standing there, smiling at my reaction to seeing her breasts. She knew I’d always loved them.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the smile off her lips. Her breasts were flattened against my chest, burning me, her nipples already hard against me. We stood there forever, kissing, lost in each other.

Finally I knelt in front of her, put my hands on her back, and, with closed eyes, pressed my face against her breasts, turning from side to side and rubbing against the softness of her. I breathed deeply, inhaling the clean womanly scent of her, and it was the same as I’d grown to love. I opened my mouth and blindly sought out the nipple of one breast. I sucked on it while she put her hand behind my head and pressed me to her. I moved over to the other breast, opened my mouth wide, and tried to suck everything into my mouth. 

I fumbled with the waistband of her shorts, trying to find the catch or button in the front to open them. She reached down, held my hands still, then reached to the side and unzipped. I pulled her shorts down, she stepped out of them, and I stood up again, looking down at her, little white panties barely covering her hips, dark pubic hair showing through. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything.

I briefly glanced at her face and saw that it was about the same as mine, unsmiling, all serious, intent on looking at me as I was intent on looking at her. She stooped down on one knee, unbuttoned my shorts and pulled everything, shorts and briefs, off at the same time. While she was doing it, I heel-toed my sneakers off and stood there naked except for white socks. I watched her face as she looked at my cock. It had been engorged in my briefs but, released, it swelled into an erection in seconds.

She grabbed my cock and pulled me toward another room. Heart pounding, I followed her into what I assumed was her room. All I saw was a bed, a twin bed, against one wall. She pulled, I pushed, and we went tumbling down on the bed. I slid down, grabbed her panties at each side, and ripped them off her. I shoved her legs apart, stuck my face between them, opened my mouth against her pussy, and tried to eat and suck her and tongue-fuck her. She smelled the same and tasted the same and I felt like I was home again in her.

“Keven, I want you,” she groaned. “Come up here. I want you in me. Please!”

I moved over her, grabbed my cock in my hand, and looked down to see where I wanted it. She slapped my hand out of the way, grabbed my cock with both of her hands, and pulled downward on it until I felt the hot wetness of her cunt with the head of my cock. I pushed once, she wrapped her arms around my chest, I pushed again, she wrapped her legs around my waist with her ankles centered on my ass, I pushed again, she tilted her pelvis up slightly, I pushed again, and my dick slid in until I felt her pelvic bone against mine and my balls against her ass cheeks. I was home.

I tried to remain still in her but my body insisted on moving. Within seconds I was pistioning in and out of her. She started groaning louder and louder and then her groaning turned into a higher-pitched whining and I felt her cunt squeeze my cock and I stopped thrusting for a minute, buried to the depths of her cunt, and rode out her coming. When she was silent, I slowly started thrusting again, then gradually got faster and harder until I was pounding against her and into as hard as I could. Within a minute or so, I felt everything in me squirt out through my cock into her cunt. I was home.

When my consciousness returned, I realized that my dick was still buried to my balls in her and all of my weight was on her. I pushed up on my elbows and looked at her. She was smiling at me, eyes closed, but still smiling at me. It was so good to know that she was smiling at me.

“I love you, Kathryn,” I whispered. “I love you with all my heart.”

“Is that your heart I feel inside me?” she whispered, opening her eyes. “You’re a hard-hearted man, Kavan Kelly Stuart.”

“That’s not my heart, Kathryn Ann Jenssen,” I whispered back. “That’s my dick. It loves you too. Every bit of me loves you.”

We lay there joined together, me looking down at her, her looking up at me, and talked about everything and nothing. My dick didn’t seem to want to go soft and I didn’t want to take it out of her warm depths. Finally I told her about Kiki and she told me about Paolo. I told her how I’d been so attracted to Kiki and how it had been like a fire that burned me and then slowly died out. She told me about Paolo and how dark and Italian-sexy he had been and then one day she realized he didn’t love her and she could never love him.

“Kavan, after Paolo and I broke up, I stopped taking the pill. I decided I was through with men and…

I interrupted her. “You mean there’s a chance you might get pregnant?”

“I don’t think so,” she said. “I…

“I’ll marry you, Kathryn. I’ll marry you as soon as we get back home. We’ll have the baby and I’ll be the happiest man in the world. Please say you’ll marry…”

“Kavan, slow down,” she said. “Let me finish a sentence.”

“I love you, Kathryn. I don’t want to live without you. I…”

“Kavan!” she said in a tone of voice that reminded me of Mom getting impatient with me and whatever I was doing. I looked down at her and waited. I realized that my dick was still hard inside her and that I’d been slowly moving my hips and marveling at the feel of her flesh enclosing mine. I pushed back into her and held still.

“I was going to say that I stopped taking the pill when Paolo and I broke up. He didn’t love me. He loved himself and he wanted me to love him. I decided I was through with men and I stopped taking the pill. Then you kept calling me after you broke up with Kiki.”

“Kathryn, Kiki was...”

She put her fingers against my lips again and shook her head no. I waited for her to tell me whatever.

“Forget Kiki. Forget Paolo. It’s just us now, Kavan. Anyway, I started taking the pill again a couple of months ago when you kept calling and saying you still loved me. I’m safe now. You don’t have to marry me because I might be pregnant.”

I looked at her, trying to be all serious and unsmiling. “I know that, Kathryn. I just thought you’d want to marry me if I got you pregnant from what we just did. I want to marry you because I love you so much. I do. I love you so much. I don’t want to live without you. I want you to come home with me and be with me for the rest of my life. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll marry you pregnant or not. I want us to go to college together like we talked about doing. Please say you’ll come back with me.”

She put one hand over my mouth and the other on my cheek.

“Hush, Kavan,” she whispered. 

I hushed and lay there on top of her, my dick still inside her, still hard. I waited for her to say something.

“I’m going home with you, Kavan. We’ll try to do what we’ve talked about. I don’t know whether I can go to college with you. My father’s not going to help me. Mom will but she has a hard time getting by. I’ll get a job and maybe I can take a few courses at night. We’ll…

“No, you won’t,” I said. “I’ve got it all figured out. We’ll still live at home. Mom wants us to. We’ll eat with them. Mom and Dad both say there’s no need to worry about room and board as long as we’re in school. Mr. Manchester wants you to come back to work there. I’m just about running the place now and you can help me. We’ll both have part-time jobs at Manchesters. Mom and Dad will help us too. All we’ve got to worry about is tuition and books. I’ve got enough saved to give us a good start on that. We might not have much money to play with but we’ll have each other. That’s enough. We can manage. We can, Kathryn!”

“You’ve got it all figured out, haven’t you?” she whispered.

“Yes. You know me, Kathryn. You can call it a fault or you can call it a…whatever…a virtue. I think ahead. I plan. I know what I want. There’s only one thing I need to make it all perfect and that’s you.”

“Yes, Kavan,” she said. “I know you. I like knowing you. I like loving you. I like fucking you.”

“Kathryn, you can major in Finance and maybe get your Certified Financial Analyst certification. You said that’s what you’d like to do. Mom says she’ll help you. That’s a goal you can plan on. That and marrying me.”

“And are you going to major in Landscape Architecture like you said? Maybe be your own boss someday and have your own business.”

“Yeah, but right now I’d like to major in you. Do you think you could help me?”

“Yeah, I’ll kill you if you don’t.”

I started moving again, just slowly sliding my dick in and out of her and knowing that I was making love to the one woman I wanted for the rest of my life. She put both hands on my ass cheeks, wrapped her legs over my back, and shut her eyes.

“Kathryn, I want to give you babies someday,” I whispered. “I want us to be a family with kids and…

“Ssshhh, Kavan,” she interrupted me. “Right now, I want you to fuck me again. I want you to love me with that big dick of yours. I want to feel your big balls bouncing off my ass. Just shut up and fuck me.”

I did what she asked me to do. After a while I did it again.

I was almost asleep when I heard a faint noise. I looked up and to the side amd saw the door to he bedroom closing. I was still on top of Kathryn, still wrapped up in her arms and legs. My dick was finally soft and wet and warm inside her overflowing pussy. I knew Kathryn’s mom had come home.

Kathryn tucked a little towel between her legs, put on her panties, and put on a robe. I put on my shirt and shorts, and we went in the living room to greet her mom. She didn’t fuss at us. She hugged me, hugged Kathryn, and then we started talking. After a while, she suggested that Kathryn and I might take a shower while she prepared us some dinner. 

We did it again after we went to bed. Kathryn’s mom said she’d planned on me sleeping on the living room couch but somethow she knew I didn’t want to. We slept in Kathryn’s bed. She fucked me this time. She straddled me and rode me until she came again, whining and groaning. I put my hand over her mouth and she bit my hand. Then I fucked up into her, holding her hips suspended a few inches above me. I added a little more semen to all the other deposits and then lay there with my dick in her while everything started drooling back out. She tried to get up and get something to clean us up but I wrapped my arms around her and my legs around hers and refushed to let her go. We went to sleep that way, locked together.

I stayed for five days, playing tourist with Kathryn and her mom on the weekend, then just Kathryn and me for a couple of days. She took me to little Italy, to the Statue of Liberty, to all the usual tourist spots, and all I could think of was what we’d be doing that night. We fucked, made love, fucked a lot, loved a lot, and I was the happiest man in the world. When we left Kathryn’s mom was crying but she said she was glad we were going because now she could get some sleep.

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(KATHRYN)

“I remember what we did one night,” I said. “It was the night after we’d wandered around in Little Italy all day and had a late lunch at that fancy Italian restaurant and you paid the bill and acted like you were used to spending that kind of money. I loved you for the way you were trying to impress me.”

I slowly stroked his big dick, using just my thumb and a finger, so I could see all of it. I liked watching his foreskin slide up and over the head of his dick and then slowly slide back down. He was doing almost the same thing to me, just using his thumb and one finger on one nipple. I looked at what his hand was doing. The nipple on my breast looked like it was an inch long. The babies wouldn’t have any trouble finding that.

“Yeah, I remember,” he said. “That night I ate your pussy and then told you I couldn’t decide whether I liked the garlic and anchovies in the pasta better than I liked the taste of your pussy and you tried to beat me up and we fell of the bed wrestling. Then when we finally stopped laughing and crawled back in bed, you wanted me to fuck you from behind.”

“And we slept together in my twin-size bed for six nights and there was room on both sides of us because we were so close together.”

“And your mother came in one morning before she left for work to kiss us goodbye and we were laying there with the covers pulled up and pretending to be asleep and I was behind you and I had my dick in your pussy and we both started laughing the minute she went out the door.”

“And then I got my period on the way back and you were so disappointed because you wanted to fuck me first thing when we got back and you’d already got everything ready and even had a king-size bed made up so we could move in next door with Brad and Arial.”

“Well, I did without for three whole nights.”

“And after you did it you looked so funny laying there beside me with your dick all red and you wanted to do it again without washing because you said you’d just get it red again.”

“Well, I did.”

“We were so silly, Kavan,” I said. “We were silly but it was so good. I hope it can be like that again after the babies come.”

“It will be, Kathryn,” he said. “We’re good together. It’s like we’re made for each other. It’s not just the fucking. It’s the living together and playing together and just being together. It’s going to be hard with the twins but I promise you I’ll help all I can and we’ll still be good with each other. I love you and I love the twins and we’re going to be a good family together.”

“What did you and Brad talk about with Kieran tonight?” I asked. “I know you talked about something besides what Kieran and Kerry did last night with Siobhan and what they’re going to do with Luke and Rachael tomorrow night?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said. “We just wanted some of his advice on how to deal with pregnant wives. With four kids, no five counting Stuart but I guess he doesn’t count because he wasn’t around when Lauren was pregnant with him, anyway we just wanted some expert advice on how  to make you and Arial happy and not feel so miserable with the babies.”

“What did he say?” 

“He said we should love you and make sure we were kind and considerate of you. He said the weepy-wailies you get are just from hormones and stuff and being tired of being pregnant and you’ll be your old self after the babies come. He told us something I’m still thinking about…that you still want my dick in your pussy even if you are pregnant. Do you?”

“Yes, Kavan,” I said, truthfully. “Once in a while, I feel like breaking it off when you come at me with a hard-on but most of the time I still want to feel you inside me. Tonight, I wish you could fuck me from the rear and I could feel that big dick of yours splitting me open and pounding away at me.”

“You know we can’t do that,” he said. “The doctor told me I’d better avoid violent thrusting…thats his words…or I might end up breaking your bag of waters and then the twins would have to be delivered immediately, maybe by Caesarian section. Was he just trying to scare me or could that really happen?”

“I don’t know, Kavan. I’m no expert on all this. Siobhan told me the same thing…you know…not to let you fuck me like that. I asked her if it was OK for you to get your dick all the way in me if you were slow and gentle and she said it was probably OK and she and Kieran had done it like that. She told me and Arial something she and Kieran had done when she was pregnant. She said Kieran would get his dick all the way in her and then hold still and bring her off with his fingers on her clit.”

“Shit, I don’t know if I’d have that much control,” he said.

“Well, she said after they did that, she’d lay down on her side and Kieran would get behind her and fuck her ‘til he came. She said he couldn’t get but about half his dick in her that way but it was enough.”

“Yeah, it’s enough to make me come but that way I miss being face to face and feeling your breasts against me. I miss having your legs wrapped around me while I’m doing it. I guess the one thing I miss the most is being able to kiss you while I’m on top of you doing it. I love you, Kathryn, and I love it when you just wrap me up when my dick’s in your pussy.”

“Do you think we could try it like your Mom said, you know, you get your dick in me from behind and just be still and use your fingers to make me come?”

“Do you really think it would be safe?” he asked. “I don’t want to do anything to hurt the babies.”

“I don’t see why not. If you just ease your dick in, I doubt if they’ll even wake up. If they do, they’ll just treat your dick like a punching bag. I’ll bet you’d like that.”

“Come on, Kathryn,” he said. “Be serious. I’m willing to try it but I just don’t want to hurt you or the twins. I’ll never forgive myself if I do.”

“Don’t you want to try it?”

“Yeah, but let me tell you something else before we do it. Tomorrow night, when Mom and Dad and Kerry are playing with Luke and Rachael, Brad and I want to get together for a little fun and games with you and Arial. What do you say?”

“I say that’s rediculous, Kavan. Who wants to play with a couple of big fat pregnant women?”

“Brad and I do, that’s who. I know we can’t do all the stuff we did before you and Arial got pregnant but there are lots of things we can do that you’d enjoy. I’ll paint your tonails.”

“Kavan, I don’t want…”

“I’ll shave your legs.”

“Shit, it’s not my legs that need shaving. Have you looked at my pussy lately. I haven’t seen it in over two months. I’m so hairy down there…”

“Let me give you a trim and a shave tonight,” he said. “I like  to do that. I’ve been getting too much hair in my teeth lately.”

“Kavan, don’t make me laugh.”

“I’m going to hack up a hair ball one of these days and it’s all your fault because you won’t let me trim it.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at that. I tried to imagine him hacking up a hair ball of pussy hair.

“Do you really want to?” I asked.

“Yeah!”

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(KAVAN)

I knew how hairy she was. As long as I’d known her, she’d kept her pussy trimmed and shaved. Sometimes in the summer, when she was wearing a bikini, she even had it waxed. I couldn’t imagine how painful it must be to have your pubic hair ripped out by the roots. Whenever she shaved it, a week or so later it was like a briar patch when I went down on her. That didn’t stop me; it just irritated my cheeks a little.

I was just glad I didn’t have to shave mine. I didn’t mind her giving my pubic hair a trim. In fact I guess I sort of liked it neat and short. She’d shaved me, balls and all, once and it almost drove me crazy when it was growing back out. Since then I’d let her trim mine but I didn’t want to be shaved again.

But since she’s been pregnant, I don’t think she’s shaved it or trimmed it not even once. When she had morning sickness and was throwing up all over the place, she didn’t shave anything, not even her legs. When that stopped, in about her third month, she started shaving her legs again but not around her pussy. Now, if her legs get shaved, I have to do it. I’ve told her more than once I’d trim and shave around her pussy but she doesn’t want me to.

Now she really has a sporran down there. Mom saw it and called it that so I looked it up. I suppose that’s a pretty good name for it.

She has a dark thatch of hair all over her pubic mound and it extends all the way back to her asshole. On the sides of her slit, it’s a little thinner and it creeps out onto her thighs a little bit. Sometimes it almost covers up her pussy until I use my thumbs and part it to the sides so I can get my tongue to her clit.

Maybe she thought I’d be turned off with her pussy all hairy but I wasn’t. It was more of a turn-on, seeing her clitoral shaft and the squiggledy lips of her pussy almost covered by hair. I never had any trouble getting a hard-on looking at it or getting into it. I’d threatened once to get a brush and then brush her pubic hair to each side before I went muff-diving. 

I put a towel under her butt to keep the hair off the bed and then I went to work with the sissors. On her mound I left the hair about an inch long. When I pulled back and looked at it, I liked that. It looked good enough to eat. Then I pruned back the hair on the sides of her slit a little shorter. Again, I looked and liked what it saw. It looked even more like it was good enough to eat. I lay down on the bed, making sure my hard-on didn’t get bent, and tried a few licks. Nothing got in the way so I lay there slowly licking her for a few minutes.

“You’d better stop, Kavan,” she whispered. “I don’t want to come until you’ve got your dick in me.”

“OK,” I said, straightening up. “Do you want me to shave you a little bit?”

“Just a little. Just enough to sort of neaten things up.”

I got a couple of towels and put them under her butt so I wouldn’t get the bed wet. Then I used a warm soapy wash cloth to get all her hair wet. I always washed my face with warm water and soap before I shaved so I figured what worked for the gander would work for the goose. Then I shaved around her pussy just enough to make it look even better. Damn, it really did look good enough to eat. I wiped her clean and then lay down and just slowly, gently, licked her pussy. I think she was purring.

“You’d better stop again,” she whispered.

I staightened up, took a few deep breaths, and then leaned over her big belly. I kissed it again and again, asking Kiley and Kathleen to please be good while I put something in their space. They didn’t say anything so I guess they understood and agreed.

When I straightened up again and looked at her, I saw her erect nipples. Her breasts had always been beautiful to me. Around home, she had never worn a bra until she got further along in pregnancy. Now she wore one most of the time and even had a nursing bra already. She had showed me how it worked and I had pretended I was first Kiley and then Kathleen. As long as her nipples were now, I knew they wouldn’t have any trouble finding them. I leaned over her and tried both of them for a minute or two. She cupped her hands under her breasts and offered them to me, one at a time.

Again, I straightened up and looked at her face. She was smiling at me and had that the look in her eyes, the one that said I love you. I’d always loved her smile. I’d always loved to see that look in her eyes.

“I love you, Kathryn,” I said.

“I love you, too, Kavan,” she whispered. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

She turned over, got on her knees, and spread her legs a little. She put her head down with her forehead on a pillow. I knee-walked behind her and touched the entrance to her vagina with the head of my dick.

“I’m going to just put it in and then hold still. Do you want to use your fingers on your clit or do you want me to do it?”

“You do it,” she whispered. “I can tell the difference. I like it when you do it. It makes me come better.”

I pushed once and watched as the head of my dick separated her labia and disappeared inside her. I let it rest for a second, pulled back, and pushed it in until the head and part of the shaft was in her. Damn, it was good, as good as I’ve ever had it, pregnant or not. I pulled back again, pushed again and slid into her wet depths a little more. There was still at least an inch of dick separating us.

“You OK?” I whispered.

“Yeah.”

“Are the babies OK?”

“Yeah, they’re still.”

She reached back underneath her belly, caught my balls in her hand, and pulled. Of course I followed my balls and my dick slid into her pussy until there was no more dick to give her. She held my balls pressed tightly against her and rubbed them around and around on her. That was a new one on me. I wondered what she was feeling, whether she was rubbing my balls against her clit. From the way she was moaning, I suppose that was what was happening.

“Use your fingers, OK?” she whispered.

I leaned over her a little, put my arm around her, reached under her big belly, and sought out her slit. When I found it, I reached back further to where my dick was in her, pushed my fingers under my balls where she was holding them pressed against her, and where her juices were pouring out. I smeared the lube up and around where her clitoral shaft was and then used just two fingers. I didn’t get in a hurry. I just rubbed it until I felt the hard bump of her clitoris and then I concentrated on that. Shortly, I felt her pussy trying to strangle my dick and I knew she was coming.

I felt movement inside her and I knew her orgasm had awakened one or both of the babies. I pulled my dick slowly out of her and I waited for her to tell me what she wanted. She groaned a couple of times, flopped down on the bed on her side, and turned her butt toward me. 

I knew what she wanted. I spooned up to her, she lifted one leg in the air, I wiggled until my dick was against her vulva, and she reached down and nudged it to her opening.  She dropped her leg down and I pushed my dick in as far as possible, about half way. I held still for a moment to see if the babies were going to move again. When they didn’t I started fucking her from behind, I moved one hand under our bodies to her hip, put the other on top, and held her by both hips while I fucked her. I tried to be slow and gentle so it took a couple of minutes until I was squirting everything out of my balls into her.

I lay there until my dick softened and was pushed out of her, then I looked around on the bed for one of the towels I’d brought from the bathroom. When I found it, she lifted her leg again, I tucked the towel against her pussy, and we relaxed and spooned up against each other.

“That was good, Kavan,” she whispered. “Your’re a good fucker.”

“I love you, Kathryn,” I whispered. “That’s why.”

“I love you too, Kavan. Am I still a good fuck?”

“The best. None better.”

“I hope so.”

“You still haven’t answered my question about whether we’re going to play with Brad and Arial tomorrow night.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah.”

“While Kieran and Sioban and Kerry are fucking around with Luke and Rachael?”

“Yeah.”

“And there’s one big orgy over at their house and another here at our house?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you and Brad want to do this time? Do you still want to swap partners?”

“Yeah. That would be good, wouldn’t it?”

“Do you think Brad would want to do it with me?”

“Yeah, he says he wants to.”

“And you want to do it with your sister?”

“Yeah, that’s what we’d planned. Do you think we ought to swap partners first or maybe wait until second?”

“You’re thinking of doing it twice?”

“Yeah, like we did before we got you two pregnant. Well, maybe not just like it. We both know we’ve got to be careful with you.”

“You and Brad both want to make a deposit in my little pussy? Is that what you want?”

“Yeah, and we both want to drop a load in Arial’s.”

“Do you know you’ve answered yeah to every question I’ve asked.”

“Yeah!”

“I don’t see why it matters who goes first. You both get sloppy seconds either way.”

“I thought you didn’t want me to call it sloppy seconds.”

“I guess that’s what it is, isn’t it? Are you ready to go to sleep?”

“I love you, Kathryn. I love you with everything that’s me, including my heart. I love the babies too. We’re going to have a good life together.”

“I love you too, Kavan. Now are you ready to go to sleep.”

“Yeah.”


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