THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Thirty-Seven


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

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CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 17; Arial Stuart, 15; Kerry Stuart, 12 

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


TELLING THE STORY:
Arial Stuart

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 (ARIAL) 

After the trip to the cave and then playing in the Jacuzzi, I was starved. I didn’t know what we were going to feed three hungry guys if they ate like they usually do. Dad was already accusing Kerry of having a hollow leg, the same thing he’s said about Kavan for years. Maybe Brad had one too.

When we went in the family room, Mom said we were having garbage spaghetti for dinner and asked who wanted to help fix it. Brad and Leigh looked at her like she was crazy so I explained what it was.

It was Kerry who had named it garbage spaghetti. Once we’d included a can of garbanzo beans in the ingredients and so he’d deliberately called it garbage spaghetti. It was really just spaghetti with a lot of different things each person could add to their serving. We usually had Italian sausage, pepperoni, red sauce, sautéed mushrooms and onions and peppers, olives, grated cheese, artichoke hearts, and, of course, garbanzo beans. Everybody just helped themselves to the cooked spaghetti and then put their choice of other stuff on top of that.
 
It would have been crowded with all eight of us eating around the kitchen table but Dad made Mom sit with us and he ate standing up. Kavan and Brad and Kerry all had a big plate with so much on it I didn’t believe they could eat it all. Brad cleaned up his and then, when I didn’t want all of mine, he gave me his empty plate and finished off the rest of my serving.

After dinner, Kavan and Kathryn volunteered to go with Kerry to take Leigh home. Brad and I helped Mom and Dad clean the kitchen and then we went in the family room. Brad sat down in the big red Queen Anne chair. When I pushed his feet apart and sat down on the floor between his legs, he put his hands on my shoulders. Mom and Dad took the couch.

We talked about the cave and Brad and I told them what we’d seen and what Professor Johnson had told us about it. Mom asked about the Freelofts and we told them Mr. Freeloft was having a good day with his memory and had even told us stuff about the cave. I’d been trying to make up my mind about something else and finally I decided what I wanted to do.

“Mom and Dad,” I said, “Brad’s not sleeping on the living room couch tonight. He’s sleeping with me.”

I couldn’t see Brad’s face but I guess he wasn’t expecting me to tell my parents before telling him. He squeezed my shoulders.

“Arial, maybe they don’t want me to sleep with you,” he said.

“Brad, on Sunday morning after our hiking trip, I found you two asleep together on the living room couch,” Mom said. “I didn’t kill you for that, did I?”

“Well, I was afraid you would when I went in the kitchen for breakfast.”

“Brad, Siobhan and I both started being sexually active when we were about your age,” Dad said. “We’re not ashamed of it and you shouldn’t be either. We know what you and Arial are going through. We trust Arial to be careful and she says we can trust you. We just think both of you are safer here in our own house than you are parked out somewhere in the woods. Kavan and Kathryn lost their virginity to each other in the bedroom in the basement. I’m glad they trusted us enough to do that.”

“Arial, honey,” Mom said, “I thought you were going to wait to have intercourse until after you’d been on contraception for a couple of months. It’s only been a month and a half.”

“Oh, we are going to wait a couple of months for that, Mom,” I said. “We’re just doing everything else but that right now. We can still have lots of fun doing other stuff.” 

I guess that was pretty well opened the door to talking honestly about sex. We sat for a while with Mom and Dad and talked about how they felt about sex and how they always wanted to be honest with us about it. I guess Brad finally began to believe it was OK for him to make love with me and that they wanted us to enjoy the same things they did. 

Kavan and Kathryn and Kerry finally came back. Kerry had asked if he could stay with Leigh and her parents for a few minutes. Kavan wanted to go pick up something for his truck so he’d given Kerry a half-hour to visit. Kerry wanted to do something on the computer as usual and he disappeared.

Kavan and Kathryn sat down on the love seat and joined in the discussion. I could still see that Brad found it hard to believe the way my family was about sex. Kavan told Brad that he and Kathryn had fooled around and eventually made love in the basement bedroom. Kathryn told him how she and Kavan had started out by using their hands and had then tried oral sex. I think Brad almost choked when he heard Kavan talk about how much he liked doing it to her. Dad had to tell how upset he’d been when he learned that Kavan had tried pulling out the first time he’d made love with Kathryn. He said he hoped Brad and I wouldn’t try that unless we wanted to be parents. 

When Mom and Dad decided to go to bed, they told Brad what they’d be probably be doing and it wasn’t just missionary-position intercourse. Kavan and Kathryn said they were going to follow their example and went downstairs. I stood up and held out my hand to Brad. He just sat looking at me, shaking his head. 

“I know,” I said, “my family’s going to take some getting used to.”

I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. I turned down the old quilt I liked so much and then the blanket and started to get undressed. Brad just stood watching me.

“Don’t you want to sleep with me,” I asked. I took off my sweatshirt while I waited for an answer. As usual when I was home, I didn’t have on a brassiere. His eyes locked on my breasts and he stood silent for a minute or so, still looking at me. I guess he was trying to decide what to say. 

“Arial, I love you,” he finally said, and pulled his sweatshirt over his head.

“You don’t have to say that, Brad. You can sleep with me without telling me that.” I took off my jeans. His eyes locked on my white panties, the ones I’d chosen just for him.

“Don’t you want me to say it? I want to say it whether I sleep with you or not.” He hopped around on one foot and then the other, getting his jeans off. He had on his usual white jockeys.

“Yes, Brad,” I smiled at him. “I want you to say it. But I’m not going to automatically say the same thing back to you every time. I’m going to wait and say it when I want to. And when I do, don’t say ‘I love you’ back.”

“Sheez, Arial, you’re hard to figure out sometimes.”

“Get used to it, Brad. It’s gonna be like that the rest of your life.”

I could tell he was surprised when I said that.

“Do you think we could, you know, really be together the rest of our lives?”

“Maybe. I’ve been thinking about us. I think it’d be kind of nice to have you around for the rest of my life.”

I heard a noise in the adjoining bathroom and I knew it was Kerry, doing his usual pee and brush routine. I took Brad’s hand, opened the bathroom door, and we walked in on Kerry.

Kerry had on long navy-blue thermal underwear and was leaning over the commode, one hand on the wall, the other holding his dick. As usual, he had just pulled the waistband down and tucked it under his balls. He had lifted the seat so maybe there was hope for him. He turned and looked at us when we walked in but he kept peeing.

“Oh, hi, Arial. Hi, Brad,” he said. He finally finished, shook his dick then milked it down a couple of times as usual, and tucked it back in his underwear.

“You go ahead and pee and I’ll find you a toothbrush,” I told Brad. “I think there’re some extras in the cabinet.”

He looked at me with that unbelieving look again. “Damn, Arial, I can’t pee with you in here.”

“Brad, I’ve got a father and two brothers. I’ve seen them naked all my life. I’ve seen them pee lots of times. Do you do it any differently?”

He shook his head, grinned at me, and did it. He didn’t fish his dick out through the fly of his jockeys; he just pushed them down in front, pulled it up and out, and peed. He didn’t do it differently. Kerry had pulled his underwear down in front too instead of pulling his dick out through the fly. Brad even shook his a few times and milked it down more than really necessary. Men! I guess they’re all the same.

I handed Brad a toothbrush, sat down on the commode, and peed. I noticed both of them watching me. I rolled TP around my hand, patted dry, and stuck my tongue out at both of them when I stood up. I started to leave my panties off, decided it would be more fun to let Brad take them off later, and pulled them back up.

I set the two-minute timer and we all three brushed, spit, and rinsed. Kerry started to leave and I grabbed his arm. I found the mouthwash, took a swig, handed it to Brad, and he passed it on to Kerry. We stood looking at each other, trying not to grin, while we swished it around and then spit again.

“Get used to it, yeah,” Brad said. “Your family’s given me a hell of a lot to get used to.”

Kerry puckered up his lips for a kiss so I gave it to him, including a touch of clean fresh tongue. Brad’s mouth was hanging open so I used my fingers to close it into a pucker and then gave him a kiss and a little tongue too.

“Brad, do you mind if Kerry comes in my bedroom for a minute?” I asked. “I want him to give me report on Leigh. And I bought you both something at the outlet mall last night.”

“Arial, it’s your bedroom,” he said. “I guess you can do what you want in it, can’t you?”

I looked at him, trying to decide whether he meant I could do what I wanted in general or what I wanted to do with him. I decided to find out.

“Can I really do whatever I want - with you, Brad?”

He understood how open-ended his question had been. “I wasn’t thinking about that, Arial. I don’t know enough about women in general and you in particular to know what to do. You’re hard to figure out sometimes.”

“Brad, just do what you want to do with Arial,” Kerry said. “If you kiss her all over, it’ll be what she wants before you’re through. I’ll bet she’d love to have you kiss the inside of her thighs; I hear girls like that.”

I made a mental note to show Kerry my appreciation for making that suggestion to Brad. Maybe if Brad picked up on it, I’d do Kerry a real favor. He knew I liked it when he did it.

“I bought you both something at the outlet mall last night,” I said. “Would you try them on?”

“What?” they both asked.

“Some underwear. I got you both some new underwear. They’re a cotton and lycra rib knit,” I said. “The fabric will stretch and be a lot more comfortable than those all-cotton briefs you wear, Brad. They’ve got a nice comfortable waistband.”

Brad looked down at his jockeys. “What’s wrong with these?”

“This,” I said, and pulled his briefs down at the waist. His skin was red all around his stomach and hips where the waistband had rubbed.

“And this.” I pulled his briefs up at one leg. There was a red stripe all around his leg where the leg opening was too tight.

“Take those things off,” I said. “And you too, Kerry. Take those long-handle things off. They’re ugly.” They really weren’t; he was beautiful in them as usual.

“Aw, come on, Arial,” he said. “I like to sleep in them. When I kick the cover off, they keep me warm.”

“You can put them back on before you go to bed.”

Brad looked at Kerry. Kerry pulled his top over his head and off, slid the bottoms down his legs, and kicked them loose. His dick wasn’t hard but it looked warm and full.

We both looked at Brad. He finally pulled his briefs down and threw them on the bed. His dick was about like Kerry’s except bigger. Without the briefs, his balls were hanging down so low his dick was kind of nestled between them. 

I picked up the bag on my desk and shook the small packages out onto the bed. I’d gotten all white for them: two skimpy low-rise briefs that didn’t even have a fly and two long boxer-briefs that went half way down the thigh and had a pouch type opening. 

I tried to tear open one of the low-rise packages but couldn’t. I handed it to Brad.

“Anything new with Leigh, Kerry?” I asked.

Brad tore the plastic with his teeth and then ripped it open with his fingers. He handed it to me. I looked and saw it was the smaller size I’d gotten for Kerry. I handed it to him and gave the other one to Brad.

“Nah, nothing much new,” Kerry said. “She likes it when I get my mouth on her breasts. I like it when she jacks me off. I think she’s about ready to let me get my tongue in her pussy. I’m trying to convince her to let me go down on her.”

Brad tore the other package open and handed it to me. I checked it. It was his size. I handed it back to him and sat down in the chair at my desk.

“She seems like a sweet girl,” I said. “I hope you don’t do anything to hurt her.”

“I won’t, Arial,” he said. “I told you she’s a virgin and I’m not going to try to fuck her. We’re just having fun fooling around with each other.”

“Well, just don’t fool around too much. You’re old enough to get her pregnant now and nobody wants that.”

Brad was just standing there with his briefs in his hands listening to me and Kerry while we talked.

“Well, come on,” I said. “Put them on. I want to see how you look.”

Kerry slid his up and on in no time. They were about the same as the three-pack I’d bought him before. Brad held his up in front of his face and stretched them out a little as though he couldn’t believe he could get in those little things.

“Well, come on, put them on,” I said.

“Arial, I can’t wear these things. I’m too big. They look good on Kerry but my butt’s too big.”

“Brad, you’ve got a cute little butt and you need to let me decide whether they look good on you. You just decide if they’re comfortable.”

He gave a deep sign, then put his feet in, and pulled them up. They weren’t tight. They stretched and looked like they’d be very comfortable. They didn’t hide much either. Both of them had quite a nice package in front.

“How do they feel?” I asked.

“About the closest to naked I’ve ever felt,” he answered.

“They look good on you too,” I said.

I looked back and forth from Brad to Kerry. They both looked sexy in the low-rise briefs. Some of Brad’s pubic hair was sticking up between his briefs and his navel and the rest made a dark shadow under the briefs.

I looked back and forth again and wondered whey they had done something different. Brad’s dick was pointed straight down in front and curved around with his balls and I couldn’t even see the head of it. Kerry’s dick was pointed up at an angle off to one side and I could clearly see the head of his. Looking at it from underneath, it looked like an arrow at the head.

“Come here,” I said, “both of you.”

They both walked over a few steps and stood in front of me. I put one finger under the leg opening of Brad’s briefs and pulled a little. They really did stretch easily and I figured they’d move with him and wouldn’t cause those ugly red marks.

I put a finger under the waistband of Kerry’s and pulled a little. They seemed like a good fit on him. I checked the fit around the leg and that seemed good too. I turned back to Brad. 

“Turn around,” I told him.

He turned and I inspected his butt. He really didn’t have much of a butt. It wasn’t rounded and soft like Kathryn’s or Mom’s. It looked hard and muscular and sort of square-like. I patted his behind and pulled his hand to make him turn around again. When he did I used my fingertips to trace down the shaft of his dick and then cupped his whole package in the palm of my hand. His dick felt so firm I wondered how he could bend it down and back like that.

“Why do you and Kerry do it differently?” I asked.

Brad looked at Kerry. “Huh, do what differently? What do you mean?”

“Well, your dick’s pointed straight down; Kerry’s is pointed up and off to one side.”

Brad looked at Kerry’s dick and then looked down at his own, as though he didn’t know where his was. I knew Kerry had kept his pointed down for as long as I could remember while he was growing up. I didn’t know why it was different now.

“I don’t know,” Brad said. “I guess I’ve always done it like this.”

“I like it like this,” Kerry said. “I saw some guys do theirs like this when they were getting dressed in the shower at school. I know one of the guys, Jerry Scott, and he’s one I can talk to. I asked him why he did it and he said it was because the girls liked it. I decided I’d try it too.”

“Well, do they like it?” I asked.

“Jerry’s girlfriend does. And some of the girls she runs with. I was standing in the hall after lunch the other day, looking at girls, and I got a hard-on. They came by and looked at me and started giggling. I saw where they were looking. I’ll bet Jerry told her.”

I reached over and stroked Kerry’s dick through his briefs. It wasn’t far from being hard.

“Well, you’ve got a very nice one, Kerry. Let them look all they want to.”

“If you’re talking about Susan Rogers,” Brad said, “just don’t let her get a hold on it. I hear she’s had more than her fingers on quite a few.”

“I don’t know her name,” Kerry said. “I don’t like the way she dresses anyway. She looks kind of cheap. Arial dresses classy. I like her style better.”

“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter which way you put it,” I said. “Both of you look good enough to eat anyway.”

“Arial,” Brad moaned, “you aren’t supposed to talk like that.”

I was surprised. “And why not Brad? Guys say it about girls all the time. I’ve heard more than one guy say it about me. And that’s one of the nicer things I’ve heard.”

“Well, I don’t talk like that about the girls at school,” he said.

I believed him because I never had heard him talk about anybody except in nice ways. I thought maybe it was about time he said it.

“Brad, look at me.”

He looked at my face first and held my eyes. I nodded down and he shifted his gaze to my breasts. I could tell when he looked lower down at my white panties.

“Say it,” I said.

He looked at my face again. He knew what I meant.

“You look good enough to eat, Arial.”

“Thank you, Brad,” I said. “That’s a nice compliment. I just hope you mean it.”

“If you two love birds are going to coo at each other, I’m going to bed,” Kerry said.

“Wait a minute,” I said and tore my eyes away from Brad’s. “I want you both to try on the other briefs I got you.”

Since the first ones were called low-rise, I guess the second ones were regular or high-rise briefs. On Kerry, the waistband was almost to his navel. On Brad, they were a little lower. But the part I liked was the mid-thigh length. I knew they’d be more comfortable on Brad and wouldn’t bind around the hips.

“Now, both of you, take your dicks out,” I said. 

“Huh,” was all Brad said.

“Come here,” was all I said.

He walked over to me. I reached down through the horizontal fly, grasped his dick near the base, and pulled it up and out. He backed away from me and flinched but his dick was out.

“Damn, Arial, you’ll break it off like that.” It was almost distended and, as I watched, it slowly lifted its head and looked at me.

“I’m sorry. I don’t usually do that, Brad. And I did ask you to do it for me.”

“Well, you aren’t going to break mine off,” Kerry said, and pulled his out. It was about like Brad’s, almost engorged and ready to stand up, and it too slowly lifted up.

“Now, put them back in,” I said.

“Shit, Arial, make up your mind,” Kerry said. He bent over a little, poked his butt back, and pulled on the fabric of his briefs so they slid up the shaft of his dick and over the head. His dick was pointed straight up and the briefs barely covered the head. He really did look good enough to eat.

“Shit, yeah, that’s the word. Arial, do you want it in or out?” Brad said. He followed Kerry’s example. One difference. His dick was pointed straight up and the tip of the head was poking out of the waistband. He looked just as good to eat, just a little bigger meal.

I stood up from the chair and motioned to Brad. “Sit down here.” He sat. The entire head of his dick was sticking out just at his navel.

“Now, you see, these have got to be more comfortable than those old style ones you’ve been wearing,” I said. “They don’t bind around your hips when you’re sitting. They can’t leave marks on you.”

Brad sat in the chair and stared at me.

“Arial, if I married you, would you take care of me like this?” he said.

“Like what?” I asked. I hadn’t done anything special. I’d helped Mom pick out underwear for Dad and Kavan and Kerry as long as I could remember. 

“Picking out my clothes and my underwear, pulling my dick out for me, stuff like that.”

“She’s always been like that, Brad,” Kerry said. “I like for her to help me shop. She knows stuff about clothes I’ll never know. I don’t want her pulling my dick out though. I don’t want some girl breaking it off before I get a chance to break it in.”

“Well, I like having somebody buy something for me,” Brad said. “My Mom and Dad never worry about what I wear. They just throw money at me and tell me to go buy something. They’re always too busy to shop with me.”

I went over to Brad, hugged his head up against my breasts, and kissed him on the top of the head. He put his arms around my hips and held me close.

“I guess I’m a normal woman, Brad,” I said. “I like to take care of my men.”

“Well, I’m just a normal horny kid,” Kerry said. “I’m going jack off in the bathroom and then go to bed.”

He hesitated for a second or two. He was cute with his dick pointed straight up above his little pouch of testicles. White briefs looked good on him again, even mid-thigh style. He picked up his thermal underwear from the floor.

“That is, unless you two want me to stay and help you.”

Brad stood up and put his arm around my shoulders. “Not tonight, Kerry. Maybe I can figure out what to do with Arial by myself. Maybe some other night.”

Kerry looked at me and then at Brad. “Well, OK, then. Just make sure you’re good to my sister, Brad.” He turned, went in the bathroom, and shut the door.

Brad started to take off the new briefs but I caught his arm and stopped him.

“Keep them on,” I said.

“Why? I don’t want to sleep in them.”

“You won’t,” I said. “I just think it’d be more fun if you let me take them off. And you can take off my panties after we get in bed.”

I don’t think his grin could have possibly gotten any bigger. Maybe mine couldn’t have either.

With no warning, he scooped me up in those long arms of his and swept my feet off the floor. I held on the only way I could - with my arms around his neck. He held me for a minute or so, just standing still, breathing heavily, looking at me, then carried me over to the bed and put me gently down. I scooted over to the other side and patted the side I’d just left. He lay down beside me.

“Oh, poo,” I said. “We forgot to turn out the lights.”

He looked up at the ceiling light and then back at me.

“Can’t we just leave it on? I’d like to see you.”

“Just turn out the top light and turn on the one beside the bed,” I said. “Is that OK?”

He rolled over, turned on the bedside light, jumped up, turned out the overhead light at the wall switch, and was back in bed with me - in probably less than five seconds. I guess it was OK with him. He lay down on the bed beside me on his back, looked around the room, bounced his butt on the bed a couple of times, - I guess he was checking to see how noisy it was - and turned on his side toward me.

“Come here,” he said.

He stretched out his arm toward me and I moved closer until my head was on the shoulder of that arm. He turned slightly to face me and pulled me closer. I nudged his legs apart with my knee and he let me put my leg over one of his and then put his other leg over mine. He put his big hands on my back and pulled me closer and I felt my breasts press up against his chest. He pulled again and I felt something hard pressing against my stomach. He gave a deep sign and kissed me on my forehead.

“What do you want, little boy?” I whispered.

“This, just to hold you,” he whispered back

“It is nice.”

“It’s more than nice; it’s what I’ve been wanting to do all day.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I wanted to be close to you like this, to feel you against me, just to be quiet and to hold you. When we were lying around under the sycamore tree, I thought about holding you like this.”

“I love you, Brad.”

He didn’t automatically answer and I was glad. I wanted to say it and I didn’t want him to say it until he felt it the same way I did. He just kissed me on the forehead again and that was enough of a response. His fingers started sliding gently up and down my spine.

“Is it really OK for me to do what I want with you?” he asked.

I thought about it before I answered. “Yes, Brad, what ever you want to do. If you can wait ten more days, until Thanksgiving, you can do it without a condom. If you want to do it tonight, it’s probably safe, but maybe you ought to use one.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said. “I want to wait ‘til Thanksgiving for that. I guess I like the idea of not being in a hurry, of waiting ‘til we can do it without using a rubber. I was thinking of something else I want to do first.”

“What?”

“You do look good enough to eat.”

“Silly. If you really want to do that, then do it.”

“OK.”

He pushed me back away from him, on my back, leaned over, and found my mouth with his. I opened to him. His big hand covered my right breast for a moment and then his thumb and finger teased my nipple. I put my hand behind his head and held him.

When he was ready, his hand moved from my breast down between my thighs. He cupped his fingers over my mound and just held me there. His mouth moved from mine down to my breast, my breasts, as he moved from one to the other, alternately sucking both nipples into hardness.

When he was ready again, he moved over me and nudged my legs apart with his knee. He trailed kisses down over my stomach and I held my breath as he moved further down with his face between my thighs. I suppose he remembered Kerry’s suggestion. He started kissing the inside of my thighs, first one side and then the other, moving close to the juncture but never quite kissing there. I felt the warm wetness of his tongue on my thighs. I wondered when he was going to take my panties off.

He was in no hurry to do that. He finally kissed me there, on the thin strip of my panties that covered my pussy. I wondered if there was a wet spot there; I knew I’d been aroused enough for the last half hour or so. I heard him take some deep breaths and then felt his tongue on the fabric of my panties. I wanted so much for him to take them off but I waited for him to do it. Finally, he caught the fabric on both sides with his fingers.

“Lift your butt up,” he whispered.

I did as he said and he slid my panties down my legs, moved to one side while I brought my legs together, pulled them off, moved back between my legs, and got back in the same position. I waited for him to start again but nothing happened. I looked down and his face was about a foot away from my pussy. He was looking at me.

“You’re beautiful here too, Arial. I’ve never seen a girl like this before. It does look good enough to eat.”

I didn’t say anything. I just waited for him to decide what he wanted to do.

“I’ve never done this before. Will you tell me if I’m doing it right?”

“I don’t think there’s a wrong way, Brad. Just do what you want to.”

I guess he did. At first, all I could feel was the tip of his tongue ever so softly moving up and down on my labia. I shut my eyes and surrendered to it. I could tell when the lips on my pussy began to separate and he licked me on the more sensitive flesh just inside. I could tell when they spread apart like little butterfly wings, as Kerry described them, when I was really aroused. He brought his tongue up to the joining of my labia and licked me there.

“Where is it?” he said.

“It’s there, Brad, just keep doing that.”

I reached down with both hands and used my fingers to pull apart and up slightly. I knew that would usually let my clitoris creep out from under its hood. It did. His tongue on it was almost too much. He slowly and gently slid one finger into me while he kept licking at my clit. 

“Put your finger in deeper,” I whispered. “Curl it up and rub me there.”

He did. It was perfect. I knew I was going to come but I was in no hurry. I didn’t tense my hip and stomach muscles like I usually do when I’m doing myself. I just relaxed and let him do it while it gradually built and built. When it happened it was almost strange, starting out in little ripples that fluttered around and around and then suddenly grabbed everything in one strong contraction after another.

When I finally became conscious of who I was and where I was again, I opened my eyes and looked at Brad. He was on his knees still between my legs, looking down at me. His lips and chin were wet and glistening in the light from the bedside lamp. I held my arms wide to him.

“Come kiss me.”

Being held and touched and kissed before was nice. Being held and touched and kissed after was even nicer. I could feel his cock against my hip, hot and hard. He seemed content to wait his turn while he played with my breasts and nuzzled against my neck and ear.

“Did I do it OK?”

“You did it more than OK, love. Are you sure you haven’t been doing it for years?” 

“Just been thinking about it since I met you.”

I reached down between our bodies and felt his hard-on where he was pressing against me. When I touched it with my thumb, on the wrinkled circle of his foreskin at the tip, it was wet and slippery all over.

“Did you come already?”

“No, it’s just drooling, thinking about it.”

I cupped my fingers around the soft mound where his balls were held together by his briefs. I pushed one of them around and then felt it slowly creep back to the same place.

 “Are you ready for me to do you?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Do you mean suck me off?”

“Yes. Don’t you want me to?”

“No, not now. It’s like saying I love you.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

“You don’t want me to say I love you back when you tell me you love me. Well, I don’t want you to give me a blowjob just because I went down on you. I don’t want to swap like that.

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“Nothing unless you want to and then whatever you want to do.”

“Whatever I want to do?”

“Yes.”

I pulled down on the fabric on the sides of his briefs and waited for him to lift his butt off the bed. When he did, I pulled his new briefs down his legs. His feet were hanging off the bottom of the bed. I finally got them off him and dropped them on the floor.

“You’re sure? Anything I want?”

“Yeah, just no blow-job.”

I fluffed up both pillows and put them up against the headboard of the bed. He watched me and, when I nodded, he moved up and put his head on the pillows. I picked up one hand, put it on his stomach just below his rib cage, picked up the other, and put it on top of the first.

“Shut your eyes and keep your hands just like that, OK?”

He nodded OK so I moved down on the bed so that my head was close to his dick. I propped up on one elbow and reached over with my other hand to his dick and balls. What could I do? I let my fingernails trail around on his balls while I thought. There wasn’t much hair on them but what was there was crinkly and stiff. It was funny. His scrotum or something would almost draw his balls away from my fingertips. Every time I touched them his dick would lift up and away from his stomach. It was like it was doing pushups. I couldn’t help but grin.

Brad’s foreskin was long. At least I guess it was but I’m no expert on men’s dicks even if I have seen all the guys in my family and a bunch of relatives and others at the cabin. Even when his dick was hard, the foreskin covered the head unless somebody pulled it back, like I was doing. If I slid it forward, it covered the head and then there was a wrinkled circle of skin at the end. The head and the circle were all wet with his drool. I decided what I wanted to do, if I could just make it work. If it worked with my finger, maybe it would work with my tongue.

I leaned over him, pulled the skin on his dick up tight until I saw the little circle of skin again, then leaned over and put my mouth over the end. I gave him just a minute to get used to it and then pushed down with my tongue until I felt that little circle of skin open. I moved my tongue around the head and tasted the sweet drool and just kept my tongue going in circles around the head of his dick and under the foreskin. It did work after all. 

“Shhhittt, Arial, you’re driving me crazy,” Brad said. “Where did you learn to do something like that?”

I stopped and took my mouth off. “I just made it up; do you like it?”

“You’ve got to stop. I’m going to give you a mouthful. Just use your hand, OK?”

“OK, want me to get the baby oil?”

“Yeah, I like that.”

I rolled off the bed and went in the bathroom. The door was just slightly ajar. When I turned on the light, the room was empty. I didn’t catch Kerry listening or watching like I expected. Maybe he was just fast enough to get away. The sink was wet but clean. The baby oil was sitting out on the counter again.
 
I wet a washcloth, grabbed a towel and the baby oil, and went back to Brad. He was lying back on the pillows with his hands behind his head and his legs slightly spread. I moved between his legs and got on my knees. He was watching me with a big grin on his face.

I squeezed a trail of baby oil from the head of his dick down the shaft to his balls. I handed the bottle to him and he put it on the nightstand. When he looked back at me, I nodded at him and he nodded back. 

I oiled everything up. I smeared it over his balls and dick until there was nothing that wasn’t wet and glistening. When I was ready, I wrapped my right hand around his shaft and started. He watched my hand as it moved up and down. I watched his face and eyes.

I guess he was primed because it didn’t take that long. Even without looking at his dick, I could tell from his face when he was coming. His mouth was open, his eyes were shut, and he looked like he was in pain. He laid down a heavy white trail from the middle of his chest down to his pubic hair. I knew it was time to stop stroking him but I kept my hand around his dick. As I watched, the globs of semen began to run off on one side. 

“Hand me the wash cloth,” I said.

He did and I wiped off all the semen. I held out my hand for the towel and he handed it to me. I wiped all the oil off his dick and balls. His dick looked nice like that, still with a very light touch of oil on it, starting to go soft. I thought of one more thing that I needed to do.

I milked his dick down toward the end and watched as one fat little drop of semen came oozing out. I held his dick straight up, slid the skin back down until the head was uncovered, and then took the head in my mouth. When I thought I’d got it all clean, I straightened up and gave him a smile and a wink.

“Dad sets the thermostat to drop down to sixty two at night and it’s cold outside,” I said. “If you’re ready to go to sleep, let’s get under the cover.”

I woke up once during the night with Brad’s hard dick poking against my butt. I thought about backing up on it and nudging it into my pussy before he woke up. I wanted to do it but I decided I wanted him to be the one who put it in me. I just turned around, slid down under the covers, and gave him the blowjob I’d wanted to give him earlier. I don’t know when he woke up but he had both hands on the back of my head when he came. Even with a heavy load the first time, the second was almost enough to choke me. I liked the taste of his semen because it was from him so I swallowed it.

I really didn’t expect him to do me in return. I agreed with him that we didn’t need to swap I love yous or oral sex. But he said it was what he wanted to do so I let him. I even helped him. I told him how to use his mouth to suck on my little button. He did it too well and I guess I got carried away and said something when I came. He teased me about it but I don’t think I really said shit five times.

It was nice to cuddle together under the blanket and the quilt, so warm and close in bed, with my butt against his groin. His big hand was covering one of my breasts and I had my feet on his legs to keep them warm. I think I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

When I woke up the next morning, I was facing the other direction, cuddled up to Brad’s butt. It felt like we’d been sleeping together for ages. 


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