THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Thirty-Nine

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; Arial Stuart, 15; Kerry Stuart, 12 

Brad Weaver, 17

TELLING THE STORY:
Arial Stuart

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 (ARIAL) 

“Kerry, would you start the shower for us?” I asked. “I’ve got to pee.”

“Me too,” he answered, just like I knew he would.

I sat down on the toilet while Kerry stuck his head in the shower stall. Brad watched and smiled down at me while I peed.

“Kerry always has to pee before he gets in the Jacuzzi,” I said. “He peed on Dad once when we first moved in here and we were all getting in the tub together. I think he was three. Kavan used to tease him about it so much that he always has to go now before he gets in the Jacuzzi.”

“Well, I’ve got to go too,” Brad said. “If I hear water running, it makes me have to piss too.”

“Which water running? Me or the shower?”

“Both, I guess.”

I got up and lifted the seat for him. Kerry turned around from the shower and walked over beside Brad.

He stuck his tongue out at me and then grinned. “Guys can do it two at a time,” he said, and moved into position beside Brad.

“I want to watch,” I said. “I’m bad.”

Brad put his left arm around Kerry’s shoulder and pulled him up closer to the commode, “Come on, Squirt, I’ll share.”

I watched as the two of them did it, exactly the same way: pull the foreskin back, aim, let fly, shake, squeeze, and cover up. Men! They’re funny.

“You’re not bad, Arial,” Brad said. “You and Kerry are both so full of mischief you keep me off guard. But you’re not bad. I love you anyway.”

I walked over to him and put my head on his shoulder and my arms around his waist. “I’m glad,” I said. “I don’t understand all this stuff, you know, about love and how I feel about you. I love Kerry but it’s not the same way I love you. I just hope I can figure it out some day.”

“You two are lucky, to be able to love each other so much,” Brad said. “My brother and I are friends but I don’t guess I really love him.”

“You don’t mind if I keep loving Kerry?” I asked. “I can’t stop loving him just because I’m starting to love you.”

“Are you two love birds going to get it on or are you going to get in the shower with me?” Kerry asked.

Brad reached over and grabbed Kerry’s arm and pulled him up closer to us. He wrapped his long arm around Kerry’s back and I put mine around Kerry’s waist. We stood there in a hug, my cheek against Brad’s right shoulder, Kerry’s against his left, Brad’s face bent down almost between ours.

“You’d better treasure your sister’s love, Squirt,” Brad said. “She’s teaching me to love her and I like it. Maybe she can even help me learn to love you.”

“Oh, shit,” Kerry said, and pulled away, with a big grin on his face. “If you two are going to get lovey-dovey with me, I’m leaving. Besides somebody smells.”

The shower in Mom’s and Dad’s bathroom was nice but it wasn’t really big enough for three. For one, it was plenty of room. For two, it was a lot of fun. For three, it was a little crowded. I couldn’t remember the last time Kavan and Kerry and I had been in it together. 

Brad and Kerry and I managed to fit OK as long as we maintained a triangle. We’d probably have had plenty of room if they hadn’t both had hard-ons. Dicks do get in the way sometimes.

We just used our hands at first to wash the glue off our fronts. A little rubbing under the hot water was enough to get us all clean. Every time I wiped one of them down, I’d give their dick a quick pull. I was afraid they wouldn’t want to touch each other but they didn’t seem to mind. Brad even started it by pulling Kerry’s dick first and, of course, Kerry had to return the favor. Kerry started groaning and saying he was going to come but I knew he was teasing, at least I hoped he was. 

Brad started shuffling around and I wondered what he was trying to do. He backed up into one corner, got me in front of him, and pushed Kerry into the diagonal corner. He had his dick pressed up against my stomach and Kerry’s was pressed up against my back. They started sliding up and down against me and I wondered if they were both going to come or if they were just teasing me. I turned around once between them and Brad curled his arms around and put his hands on my breasts, a thumb and finger on each nipple. Maybe I couldn’t get a hard-on but I sure could get a hot-on.

I felt the water temperature drop suddenly and I knew the washing machine had finished its wash and started the rinse part of the cycle. I’d set it to wash on hot and rinse on cold but the inflow to the washer usually made the shower temperature drop. Dad said it was because the water pressure into the water heater dropped and so less hot water came out. I couldn’t understand it and I knew not to shower while the washer was on but I forgot. 

“Come on, love birds,” Kerry said, “let’s get in the Jacuzzi.”

He didn’t get any arguments this time. We were out, dripping wet, across the six feet or so, and in the Jacuzzi in seconds. I made Brad get in on the big end so I could get in beside him. I pushed Kerry to the little end and he didn’t mind. They were still trying to settle how to arrange their long legs when I slipped in beside Brad.

Hot swirling water was heaven on a cold day. Kerry still wanted to play. He said he was a U-boat captain, ordered up periscope, and one poked up. Brad said he had a ball-istic missile, showed it to me, and asked me if he could launch it. Kerry liked that one. Kerry said he had a torpedo ready to fire. I told them they’d better not launch or fire anything in the Jacuzzi. After a while I made Kerry switch places with me and I straddled one leg on each while I played with the torpedoes or maybe it was the missiles. Nothing went off but Brad said he had a charge ready in the firing tube. 

When my fingers started turning into prunes, I decided I was ready to get out. We all helped each other dry off and that was more fun. Kerry kept trying to grab Brad’s dick while I was drying him off. Brad got around behind him and grabbed him in a bear hug and told me to pull Kerry’s dick off. I tried but it wouldn’t come off.

Finally I made them stop playing and told them to pick up all the towels and socks and underwear. I led them through the house to the washer, put our first load in the dryer, and started a second load.

“Arial, when we get married, are you going to do the house-work in the nude?” Brad asked.

“No, Silly,” I answered. “You are.”

I suppose I’d have my work cut out for me, if we did get married, training him. I tried to think how he’d look vacuuming the carpet wearing nothing but a hard-on like he had now. 

“I’ve got to dry my hair,” I said. “You guys have got to give me a time out.”

They followed me to the bathroom between my room and Kerry’s. I turned on the hair-dryer and started brushing my hair. Brad and Kerry watched me and every time I lifted my arms they both had their eyes on my breasts. They started whispering back and forth with each other, deliberately cupping a hand around their mouth so I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I couldn’t have heard over the hair dryer anyway. One would talk and the other would nod and then they’d reverse. I knew they were planning something. 

“OK, what do you guys want to do now?” I asked when I finished. “We’ve got about an hour and a half before we’ve got to start dinner.”

They didn’t answer. Instead, Brad bent down, scooped me up in his arms, and carried me into my bedroom. Kerry was right behind us. I was right; they’d been planning something. Brad held me while Kerry pulled the comforter and blanket down to the foot of my bed. Then he dropped me right in the middle of my queen-size bed while Kerry closed the blinds. The room was dim and quiet and Brad was on the right side of my bed with Kerry on the left. 

“What are you two up too now?” I asked.

I shouldn’t have asked.

“Oh, almost six inches,” Kerry said.

“Oh, about seven inches,” Brad bragged.

“Sillies, I meant what sort of evil plan have you devised for me?”

“It’s not evil, Arial,” Brad said. “We’re just going to love you for a while.”

“Yeah, there’s a catch to it though,” Kerry added. “You’ve got to stay on your back with your eyes closed while we do whatever we want with you.”

“You promised, Arial,” Brad said. “When you asked us to jack off, you said I could do whatever I wanted to with you.”

I didn’t know what he meant by whatever. “I thought we were going to wait a few more weeks before you did whatever with me,” I teased.

‘Shit, Arial, you know I didn’t mean that. You know we’re just playing with you. You’re not gonna get this until Thanksgiving.” He reached down, wrapped his hand around his dick, and waved it at me.

“You promise? You two little boys, you and Kerry, you’re not going to try to stick those little things in me?”

Kerry giggled. “Only if you open your mouth. Then I’ll give you my big thing.” He wrapped his hand around his dick too.

I stuck my tongue out at Kerry and then I opened my mouth and made a big O. Brad saw me and laughed.

“Let me get this straight. You want me to lay here in the middle of the bed with my eyes shut and you two do whatever you want with me.”

“That’s it,” Brad said.

“Oh poo, I thought you guys wanted to play,” I said, and I shut my eyes.

I heard them take a few steps and then Brad got in the bed on my right side and Kerry got in on my left. At least I thought that until I realized they were both standing beside the bed to begin with and didn’t need to take even a few steps to get in the bed. I started to peek and then remembered I’d promised.

They both turned on their sides so that they were facing me and each other. They must have planned well. The first thing they did was to pull the blanket back up so it covered the three of us. Next they moved up as close to me as possible, with their faces right at my shoulders, almost in my hair, their legs touching mine. I could feel two hard dicks pressed against my hips.

Brad reached down and pulled his dick out from between us and just let it rest on my thigh. I waited for Kerry to do the same thing and, when he didn’t, I reached down and helped straighten his out so it rested on me too. It was kind of neat, one dick for each hand, just begging for me to hold them. I wrapped a hand around each and tried using them like I was rowing.

“Just like rowing a boat, isn’t it?” I asked.

“No, it’s not, and will you for once just shut up?” Brad responded.

“What?”

“You heard me. You don’t have to joke about it. Just shut up and relax. Let me and Kerry love you without the cute remarks. And turn loose of my dick.”

Well, maybe he wasn’t exactly being nice but I liked it when he took charge. I turned loose of two dicks, let my hands rest on my stomach, and relaxed.

It was nice to just lay there with my eyes closed while their hands moved over me, sort of randomly touching me on my shoulders, breasts, stomach, and thighs except where I wanted to be touched.

Brad moved up a little on the bed, leaned over me, and found my mouth with his. I knew it was him. Kerry’s cheeks and chin were still as soft as mine. Brad was already shaving and I felt a little stubble on his chin. I put my hand behind his head and opened my mouth to him.

He found my breast with his hand and started teasing the nipple with his fingertips. Kerry did the same thing on the other side and I wondered how they were cueing each other. 

After a minute or so, Brad’s lips left mine and I felt Kerry’s replace them. There was no mistaking them. I’d been kissed by both of them enough to know the difference. I felt Brad scoot lower on the bed and then his mouth found my breast and his hand started playing with the hair on my mound. I wanted so much for him to touch me between my legs but I just let him do whatever he wanted at his own pace.

Then Kerry moved down and found my other breast with his mouth. They were both doing the same thing - just gently licking my breast like it was an ice cream cone, and then still gently sucking on the nipple. I could have let them do that for the rest of the afternoon. I guess they tried to take up the same space because I heard two heads bonk and somebody whispered, “Shit.”

Kerry’s hand joined Brad’s on my stomach and they both played with my curls. I kept waiting for them to touch me between my legs but they just kept touching me everywhere but there. Finally, Brad caught Kerry’s hand in his and pulled it down so that they both had a hand on my thighs near my knees. They pulled my legs apart so that I ended up with my legs spread, one over each of theirs, and then the other of theirs over mine. I felt a pillow being dragged down on the bed, over me, and then they both started pushing it up under me. I lifted my butt off the bed and let them put it where they wanted it.

They both put their mouths back on my breasts and so I pulled the blanket up and over our heads, making a nice dark warm cave for us. It was nice just to relax and let them do whatever they wanted. They were both sucking and licking and nuzzling my breasts. They were both teasing me with one hand, up and down on the inside of my thighs, down and around under my knees, up with fingertips until they touched my buns, just not where I wanted them to touch me.

I almost grabbed somebody’s hand and put it where I wanted it but I tried to wait to see when they’d do it and what they’d do. Just when I thought I’d lose patience with them, they finally did it, both of them did it. I felt two mouths and two sets of fingertips touching me so gently it was almost as if I was imagining it, just fingertips on the mounds on each side of my pussy, just two mouths, tongues, on my breasts. It was getting hot in the cave so I pushed the blanket down off my face and took some deep breaths.

Finally one of them took mercy on me. I felt a hand move up the inside of my thigh and one finger traced up and down on my slit and then found the place where it could slide into me. I was wet, hot and wet, and I wanted it in me. The finger stayed in me, stirring up my juices and slowly getting deeper and deeper into me.

Then another hand slid up my other thigh and joined the first one. They both played in my pussy for a while and then one hand moved up to my clitoris. One long finger curled around inside me and kept moving in and out. Another finger kept stroking my clit, dipping down in my honey pot, and stroking upward again and again. Two mouths, two fingers, I just waited until it started and then let it ripple and quiver inside and then roll over me and squeeze deep inside me and I didn’t know what they were doing anymore.

They let me rest for a few minutes but they didn’t stop playing with me. I knew Kerry loved to touch me on the inside of my thighs because he said it was so soft and smooth and I guess Brad decided he did too. They both alternated between my breasts and my thighs and touching me everywhere except for my pussy. They both kept nuzzling my throat and cheeks and occasionally kissing me on the corner of my mouth.

Brad finally decided he was ready to do whatever - something else - with me. He moved down and over me, put his big hands on my waist, and sort of lifted or pushed me toward the head of the bed. Kerry moved one pillow up so it was still under my head and then Brad moved the other one up so it was still under my butt. 

Brad moved further down and spread my legs wider and I think I started holding my breath then. He started wiggling around and I finally realized he was trying to kick the blanket loose where it was tucked under the foot of the bed so he could have more room. I started to giggle then but when he bent over and started kissing me on the inside of my thighs I held my breath again.

Kerry was on his knees too, beside me, and he kept kissing me and them moving down to suck on one breast, on the other, and then kissing me again. Each time the pattern was the same, just a little touch of tongue between my lips, just a few soft sucks on my nipple while his hand held it, then the other nipple.

I knew they’d left me wet and wide open, with my inner labia spread wide like they always are when I’m hot and ready. The first time Brad’s tongue touched me, it moved from the bottom of my pussy, all the way up to my clit. He held my thighs spread wide and licked and licked and licked. I finally had to start breathing again. I could feel an ache somewhere inside me, a need to have something inside my pussy.

After a few minutes, Brad straightened up and moved to the other side of me, still on his knees. Kerry moved down under the blanket, on his knees between my thighs. Just as I felt his tongue start teasing me between my legs, Brad started kissing me. His mouth tasted the same as my fingers did when I’d had them in my pussy. If this was whatever, I hoped they’d keep doing it forever.

They kept at me until I lost consciousness of time and everything else except for their mouths and hands on me. I wanted so much to feel Brad’s hard dick in me or maybe Kerry’s. I didn’t care which and I knew I wanted it like I’d never wanted anything before. When Brad moved his mouth from mine down to my breasts, I couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Brad, do it, please. I want to feel you in me.”

He didn’t say anything. He just kept his hands and mouth on my breasts.

“Please, Brad. I want you. Please do it.”

“No, Arial. Not yet. Just a few more days. You can’t want it any more than I do.”

He moved back down and it seemed like he almost pushed Kerry to one side. He put his hands behind my knees and lifted my legs so that my feet were on his back. I knew I was wide open to him and I wanted so much for him to put his dick in me. Instead he slid one finger, just one long finger, inside me, and then started using his tongue on my vaginal lips again, and I knew I was going to scream if something didn’t happen. He must have known how I felt. He finally put his mouth just where my lips joined and started sucking. I could feel my clit being sucked into his mouth and his tongue lapping at it. I exploded.

It felt like my insides, my pussy, was squeezing down and around on something inside me but I knew that what I wanted wasn’t inside me. It went on and on and I knew I was making strange unintelligible noises but I couldn’t stop. I waited for them to stop so I could stop too but they didn’t.

Kerry’s mouth was on my breasts, first one and then the other, and then on my mouth. He was tongue-fucking me; that was the only way to describe it. His hands were all over me or maybe they were Brad’s. I tried to push him away because I couldn’t take anymore and he stopped but only to swap places with Brad. 

Brad started kissing me. I could tell it was him because the hair on the back of his neck felt so different than Kerry’s fine hair. His mouth was open on mine and he was trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. His big hand was on my breast, tweaking my nipple. Kerry licked me on the inside of my thighs, long wet licks up to where they joined, and then he fastened his mouth on my cunt and tried to suck everything out down there. I started coming again or maybe it was still because the aftershocks had never stopped when the next wave of contractions began. They were trying to drive me out of my mind and for the first time they succeeded. 

When I finally opened my eyes, Brad and Kerry were still on each side of me, slowly stroking their cocks and watching me. Brad asked me if I was OK and I couldn’t talk. I nodded yes but I would have nodded yes to anything he said. I shut my eyes again.

I suppose they were being sweet to me because they finally left me alone for a while. They whispered back and forth above me but I didn’t really care what they were saying. I just wanted to stay warm and relaxed and sleepy. After a few minutes, I remembered that they hadn’t come yet. I took a few deep breaths and opened my eyes to two grinning guys.

They were in mirror positions on each side of me: on their sides, heads propped with hands, hands wrapped around cocks, slowly stroking. I hoped they were finished doing their whatever to me because I was going to give them some of it back.

I got up on my knees and made them get close together. They were propped on pillows against the head of the bed. Their shoulders were touching but their legs were still farther apart then I wanted. I told them to get closer and pulled Kerry up by both hands. Brad put his left arm behind and I let Kerry lay back down on it. Now they were close enough, touching at their hips, their thighs touching all the way down. 

I straddled their legs where they were side by side, one knee between Brad’s legs and the other between Kerry’s. I leaned back with my butt on their knees and just looked at their dicks for a minute or so. They were both hard and sticking up over their stomachs. Brad’s dick was bigger but, considering their body size, Kerry’s looked bigger on him. Brad’s balls looked swollen and Kerry’s did too. I wondered if that was what blue balls looked like, not really blue, more pinkish-red and swollen.

I wrapped my left hand around Brad’s dick and my right around Kerry’s. At first I tried to do them both at the same time but I couldn’t get it coordinated right. So I just jacked Brad first and then Kerry. That worked fine. I wasn’t in any hurry to get them off anyway.

They both just lay there grinning at me like idiots and let me do all the work. I decided to see if I could do something to wipe those grins off their faces. I leaned over Brad, pulled his foreskin down tight, wrapped my lips around his dick, and tried to suck the head off. When I looked up, he wasn’t smiling; he was holding his breath. I gave Kerry the same treatment and his grin disappeared too.

When I looked at Brad, he was grinning again. I didn’t care. I just kept at it, using my hands on them at the same time, my mouth on them one at a time, just slow and easy, letting them grin all they wanted to. Then Kerry started giggling while I was sucking Brad’s dick. I switched and then Brad started laughing. I played their little game for a couple of turns each and then decided I didn’t like being played for a sucker.

“It’s not fair,” I said.

“What’s not fair?” Brad asked.

“Both of you got at me and tried to drive me crazy. There’s only one of me doing whatever to you. I could use some help.”

“You mean that?” Kerry asked.

“Yeah, we need another girl,” I said.

Kerry started to get up. I don’t know what he thought he was going to do but Brad pushed him down on his back again and then got on his knees beside me.

“I’ll help you,” he said.

I looked at him like he really was crazy. I’d just been joking, I guess, and I hadn’t expected him to help me with Kerry. “I’m just joking,” I said.

“It’s OK,” he said. “We’ll both drive Kerry crazy and then he can help you with me.”

I didn’t believe him and I guess it showed. Then he wrapped his big hand around Kerry’s dick, leaned over, and did the same thing I’d been doing - tried to suck the head off. Kerry’s eyes looked like a couple of marbles in two saucers. After a minute or so, Brad straightened up and looked at me.

“Your turn.”

I took my turn for a while and then straightened up. Brad gave me another big smile and then took a turn with Kerry. I don’t know what he thought he was doing - whether he really wanted to suck Kerry’s dick or whether he was just saying it was OK for me to do it or whether he loved me enough to do it when he didn’t really want to. I don’t guess it mattered. Kerry’s eyes closed and his hands were clenching the sheets and I knew he was close to coming.

When Brad straightened up again, I leaned over to him and gave him a kiss. I’d intended it to be just a quick smack but it turned into an open-mouthed battle. He put his hand behind my head and wouldn’t let me go. I forgot about Kerry for a moment until I felt him moving below me.

When I looked down, he had his own hand on his dick and it was moving so fast it was a blur. While I watched, I saw the muscles in his stomach tense so that he looked like he had a six-pack. Then a second or so later, he let out one long squirt that flew straight up his chest and landed on his throat, another which landed in the middle of his chest, and a couple more that dropped on his stomach.

“Damn, Kerry, I thought you were too little but you’re got real firepower in your torpedo,” Brad said.

Kerry couldn’t say anything. He was gasping for breath and I could see his pulse pounding in his throat. But he could still grin, one more of his big Kerry grins. When I got through laughing, I went to the bathroom for a washcloth and towel.

Brad lay back and started stroking his dick again, just doing it real slow, while he watched me clean up Kerry. I decided it was his turn to go crazy this time.

I moved over him and nudged his legs apart with my knees. He turned loose of his dick and left it to me so I took charge. I just started stroking it at first and watching it drooling. I hadn’t seen Kerry’s dick doing that but I guess he wasn’t old enough yet. I squeezed upward, watched a couple of big fat drops ooze out, caught then on my finger, and then sucked my finger clean. It was sweet to my tongue, nothing like semen.

I decided we’d played with Brad long enough and it was time to put him out of his misery. I leaned over, pulled the skin on his dick down tight, wrapped my lips around it, and tried to suck the head off again. At school I’d heard one of the girls say if at first you don’t succeed, keep on sucking ‘til you do suck seed. I tried and I could tell he was getting close when he put his hands on my head. I guess he remembered he wasn’t supposed to do that and then moved them down to my shoulders.

“OK, big boy, let’s see what you’ve got in that missile,” Kerry said.

I looked up and he was on his knees beside Brad.

“You don’t have to, Kerry,” Brad said.

“I know. I just thought I’d give Arial a little help,” he answered. Then he leaned over, held Brad’s dick straight up, and put his mouth over the head. He just held it while he sucked it but when he took his mouth off, he jacked it up and down so fast and hard I was afraid he’d hurt Brad. Brad didn’t seem to mind if his dick got rough treatment. He just laid back propped on pillows, his hands to his side, hanging on to the sheets just like Kerry. 

When Kerry finally let me have a turn, I decided to be rough too to see if Brad could tell the difference. He couldn’t, I guess. Men! They’re all alike. Brains turn to mush when they’ve got a hard dick. I almost bit his dick to see if he’d like that too.

After one more turn each, anybody could have seen that Brad was ready to launch his missile. His balls were drawn up so far they weren’t hanging down at all. They were neat and tight on each side of the base of his cock. I’d never seen a guy’s balls do that before. 

I started to take another turn but Brad decided what he wanted to do. He wrapped one big hand around mine on his cock, pushed my head away with the other, and started jacking a fast as he - or we - could. He launched a big white payload up and over on his chest and then fired a few others behind the first. He was a little off center and the puddles started running down on his ribs almost as soon as they hit. I grabbed the towel off the nightstand and wiped them up before they messed up the sheets. I didn’t want to have to do any more laundry.

We just lay there talking and being silly and laughing until I remembered I was supposed to do something for dinner. I checked the clock and decided it was time to get in the kitchen.

I chased them both down the hall to the laundry room so we could get dressed. The first load with our jeans and sweatshirts was still warm in the dryer so we put those on without any underwear. The second load of towels and socks and underwear was still in the washer so I put them in the dryer and started it. I didn’t think it’d matter if we didn’t have on underwear for the rest of the day.

I made Kerry brown the Italian sausage in olive oil while Brad peeled the potatoes. I chopped the celery and garlic and onions and set the herbs and spices out on the counter. I opened two big cans of tomato sauce, showed Brad how to chunk the potatoes, and waited on Kerry to finish with the sausage. The only other thing we needed was a big loaf of Italian bread and I found two in the freezer.

Not long after the stew pot started simmering, I heard the buzzer on the dryer go off. I pulled everything out in a basket and took it in the kitchen. I pulled out my socks and put them on over my cold feet. The floor was a little cold and the warm socks felt wonderful. I let Brad and Kerry dig out their own socks. I folded Brad’s briefs and long underwear and put them in a sack so he could take them home. I threw Kerry’s to him so he could put them away. I folded mine and took them in my room. When I came back, Brad and Kerry had the towels folded.

Everybody enjoyed the Italian stew. Brad and Kavan and Kerry ate like they hadn’t had anything to eat in days. We all sat around the kitchen table talking after dinner. Mom asked me what we’d been doing all day.

“We swept up the leaves and carried them down to the mulch pile,” Brad said. “I guess I wouldn’t mind living in a house with a yard. If was fun.”

“We got in the Jacuzzi together,” Kerry said. “After freezing all morning, it was nice to have a hot soak.”

I didn’t say anything and I guess Dad picked up on it.

“Didn’t you have a good day, Princess?” he asked.

“Yeah, I had a very nice day, Dad. But these two have been cutting up and trying to drive me crazy.”

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On Friday morning of the week before Thanksgiving, Kerry and I were both in the bathroom together, getting ready for school. He set the timer and we did our two-minute brush. When we got through rinsing with mouthwash, he handed me the mousse I sometimes used on my hair.

“Do my hair?” he asked.

I knew what he wanted. Usually he just brushed his hair neatly, parting it in the middle and brushing it back over each ear. Once in a while he wanted me to do something different for him. I rubbed some of the gel over my hands and then massaged it into his hair. I used my hands to smooth it back on the sides and then combed my fingers through it on top so it was in spikes and tangles. He watched what I was doing in the mirror. I liked it. He gave me a big smile and I knew he liked it too.

 “Arial, some of the girls at school think they’re playing with me,” he said. “I just act like a little kid and play along with them.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant. “Maybe you’d better explain that.”

“Well, you know Mary Susan Burgoyne, the cheerleader, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know her. Who doesn’t?”

“She keeps coming on to me.”

“Kerry, she’s sixteen and she’s the girlfriend of one of the football players. You’d better be careful with her.”

“It’s not me, Arial. She’s in one of my classes and she sits behind me. Monday, she tapped me on the shoulder before class started. When I turned around, she had the top button on her blouse open and she leaned over and showed me the top of her tits. She pretended she had a question about the class but we both knew what she was doing.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah, she’s got nice tits but she doesn’t have a brain in her head. She asked me if I liked what I saw and I said, “Yeah, you got anything else worth looking at?”

I couldn’t help but giggle at that. Just like Kerry. “What did she say then?”

“She asked me if I’d know what to do with it if she showed it to me.”

“Come on, what did you say then?”

“Nothing, I just stuck my tongue out a little and licked my lips. She acted like she couldn’t believe I’d do that.”

“Would you do it if you got a chance?”

“Shit, I don’t know. I’d like to lick her to a couple of orgasms and then fuck her silly. But if I did, it’d be all over school the next day. She can’t keep her mouth shut.”

“Who else?”

“Two or three others. They think it’s fun to tease me about sex. They act like I’m too little to know anything about it. I do like you do, just smile and don’t say anything.”

“Well, that’s probably the best thing to do. Don’t let them know what you’ve done because they’ll probably spread it all over.”

“Arial, if I ask you something, will you give me an honest answer?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“Do you think maybe I made a mistake starting to high school two years early? Do you think maybe I should have waited?"

“Of course not, Squirt. You’ve got A’s in every course you’re taking. You can do the work without any trouble.”

“I don’t mean that. It’s just that all the girls are at least two years older them me. The seniors are six years older. I’ll never have a girlfriend.”

I really hadn’t thought about that before. He made friends so easily I guess I didn’t worry about him having friends in high school.

“What about Leigh?” I asked. “Wouldn’t you consider her your girl friend?”

“Naah, we’re just friends. I like her a lot but about the only thing we have in common is we both like to fool around. I can’t see getting serious about her.”

“Then you should be careful with her. She doesn’t deserve to be hurt by you.”

“I know. Do you think I could come up with something so she’d dump me? If I dump her, it probably would hurt her feelings. If she dumps me, she’ll probably be OK with it.”

“Maybe. If you want me to, I’ll help you think about how to get her to do it.”

“It’s just that she’s so immature about so much stuff. The high school girls are a lot more interesting to talk to.”

“Kerry, she’s a year older than you.”

“Yeah, I know, but if we couldn’t fool around, we wouldn’t have much to talk about. I just wish some of the girls at the high school would like me.”

“There are lots of nice girls who like you, Kerry. They talk to me sometimes about you.”

“Who? Name one.”

“Nicole Whittaker. You know her. She lives a couple of miles from here, over on Frost Line Road.”

“Yeah, she’s nice. She’s got brains and looks but she’s about your age. She wouldn’t be interested in me.”

“Well, she is. She and I are in two classes together and she’d always asking me about you. She thinks you’re the cutest guy she’s ever seen.”

“She’s classy like you, you know, the way she acts and dresses, but in a different way. She never wears jeans either and her outfits are weird sometimes but she always looks great. I wish I could date somebody like her.”

“She loves to dance. Every time the school does a play or a musical that needs a dancer, they get her. Maybe you two have something in common there.”

“Come on, Arial, I’m not that good a dancer. I like practicing with you and Mom but…”

I cut him short. “We’ve got to get out front and wait for Brad. Anyway, you’re a very good dancer.”

“Well, I’d do the horizontal mambo with her.”

“Would you go somewhere with her and me and Brad if I set it up?”

He looked at me like he couldn’t believe it could really happen.

“Yeah!”  

We went out on the front porch to wait for Brad. The morning was cold but the sun was shining from a cloudless sky. 

“Mary Susan almost showed it to me on Wednesday,” Kerry said.

“What? In class?”

“Yeah, she tapped me on the shoulder again. When I turned around, she uncrossed her legs real slow, like she wanted me to look. She had on a short skirt and I don’t think she had on any panties.”

“You couldn’t tell?”

“Naah, if she did, they were black ones.”

“I hope nobody saw you and her. We don’t need any more problems.”

“Well, I had a problem later, a hard one.”

“You mean you got a hard-on?”

“Yeah, but that’s nothing unusual. I have’em all the time.”

“What do you do?”

“Well I usually just try not to think about it. If I get to thinking about the class, it usually goes away by itself. I’d have been OK if Mrs. Redford hadn’t asked me to demonstrate a problem.”

“In front of the class? You mean read the problem, explain it, and then show how you worked it? She used to get me to do that last year.”

“Yeah.”

“What did you do?”

“I just looked straight at her and asked if I could beg off this time. I think I surprised her ‘cause I’ve always done it before when she asked.”

“Do you think it’ll hurt your grade?”

“Naah. After class was dismissed, she asked me to stay for a minute. She asked me why I didn’t want to work it. I just told her.”

“You mean you told her you had a hard-on.”

“Sure, except I called it an erection. She’s been married for almost a year. I’ll bet she knows what one is.”

“What did she say then?”

“She just laughed and said OK but I had to raise my hand the next time she called for a volunteer.”

“She’s a good teacher. Most students love her.”

“Yeah, I think she’s great. Just as I started to leave the room, she called my name. I turned around and she told me to watch out for Mary Susan, said she’s a tease. I didn’t say anything but I sort of mouthed the words cock teaser. She just smiled and nodded her head.”

“I wish you wouldn’t worry about having girl friends yet, Squirt. Just have friends - guys and girls. That’s what I’ve always done until I started going with Brad. You know I’ve done lots of stuff with a crowd and maybe one guy asked me to go but we didn’t consider ourselves boy friend and girl friend, just friends. It’s a lot easier that way.”

“Are you and Brad still planning to do the deed next week? When he comes over for Thanksgiving dinner?”

“I don’t think I’m going to wait ‘til then. He’ll spend most of this weekend with me and I think we’re going to do it Saturday night.”

“I hear his car coming up the hill. Does he know about your plans yet?”

“No, and don’t you let him know. I want it to be a surprise.”


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