THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Thirty-Eight

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; Daniel Weaver, MD, 45; Eugenia Williamson, 40

TELLING THE STORY:
Arial Stuart

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(ARIAL) 

On Sunday morning, after we spent Saturday night together, Brad called to tell his father he’d be home sometime during the afternoon. I only heard one side of the conversation but I gathered that his father was questioning him about our relationship. Brad was a perfect gentleman and said only that he’d spent the night with the family of a friend. 

His father was no dummy. Brad had already told me his father knew where to find him if he wasn’t home. Brad’s father asked him to bring me home with him. He wanted us to go out to dinner with him and his friend. Brad asked which friend and I don’t know what his father said but Brad responded “The lady hawk, huh?”

When he hung up, Brad explained. His father wanted to take us out to dinner at a nice restaurant near the hospital where he worked. His father had already invited one of his friends, the lady hawk, to dinner at seven o’clock and he would call and add two more to his reservation. The lady hawk was what Brad called the woman, a defense attorney who had a reputation for swooping down on the prosecution during a trial and ripping their case to pieces. Brad assured me she was a very warm and likeable woman except when she was in a courtroom.

I asked Mom and Dad for permission and they approved as long as I wasn’t out too much past my usual bedtime of ten o’clock. I asked Brad what he’d wear and he said khakis as usual but he’d put on a navy blazer and wear a tie. I asked Mom what to wear and she told me to wear the blue dress with the gold and red pattern in it. It had an oriental look to it and was one of my favorites. Dad always made me stand so he could just look at me when I had it on. I loved the dress too but I hated to have to wear high heels with it. I wasn’t that comfortable in them yet.

We left home a little after four so we’d have time for me to meet his Dad and for Brad to change clothes. Brad hadn’t told me very much about where he and his Dad lived. It turned out to be a condo near the hospital. Brad drove in through the gate and then to a parking space on the basement level that had his name on it, next to one for his Dad.

His Dad was an older version of Brad. He was just as tall and more filled out and his hair was gray at the temples. If he was an indication of how Brad would look in thirty years, I liked it. He was very gracious and nice to me and didn’t ask too many questions. He embarrassed me a little when he told Brad that I was even more beautiful that he’d described me. 

Maybe he was a little surprised when Brad asked me to go in his room with him to help him get dressed. Brad’s room was as neat and clean as he always was. I looked at his bookshelf while he got his clothes out of the closet. We didn’t have much in common in reading tastes - his seemed to be science fiction and adventure and outdoor stuff - but as least he seemed to be a reader.

His blazer was still fresh from the cleaner and his khakis were freshly pressed on a hanger. He asked me to get him a shirt while he looked for his shoes. I looked where he told me and found a very light blue oxford I thought would look good. I saw ties hanging inside the closet door and I picked out a couple of possibilities. He finally found the black loafers he wanted under the bed.

Brad shut the door before he undressed. I sat in the chair at his computer and watched. He didn’t seem to mind undressing in front of me any more. He was down to skin in a minute. He opened the small bag he’d brought from our house, held up the low-rise briefs I’d bought him, and waited for my approval. I smiled and nodded. He kept looking at me while he stepped into them and pulled them up.

“This morning was the best one of my life, Arial,” he said.

He put on his pants and reached for his shirt. I picked it up off the bed and handed it to him.

“Why? Just ‘cause I woke you up with my cold feet when I came back from the bathroom. I didn’t want to wake you up but I had to pee.”

“I wasn’t asleep when you got up. I’d been awake for a while.”

He sat down on the bed, still looking at me, and started to put on his socks. They were a different khaki color. He saw me looking and stopped when I shook my head.

“Why didn’t you let me know? Black socks would look better.”

“Because it was so nice feeling you spooned up against me. I never imagined something like that could make me feel so loved.”

“Even when I got back in bed in front of you and then put my cold feet on your legs?”

“I liked that too. Isn’t it funny, something like that, something I never thought about could make me feel so good?”

He stood up, black loafers, black socks, nice khakis, light blue shirt, perfect so far. I walked over to him and held both ties in front of his chest.

“Which one?” I asked. “It made me feel good when you held me and warmed me up again. I liked being with you like that until the room warmed up.”

“Either one’s OK with me. You choose. I wish I could sleep with you the rest of my life.”

“Silly. Don’t be in a hurry. What if I snore?”

“I’ll just kiss your mouth closed.”

When we went back in the living room, Brad’s father was ready to go. He stood looking at us for a moment and Brad put his arm around my shoulders and held me while his Dad looked.

“You two kids make a beautiful couple,” he finally said.

“Thanks, Dad,” Brad said. “Arial can make any guy look good.”

His Dad looked at me. “I try not to pry too much into Brad’s life, Arial, but last night’s the second Saturday night he’s spent at your house and I need to ask you two a couple of questions.”

“It’s OK,” I said. “I can guess what they are.”

“Are you two sleeping together?”

I nodded yes and Brad said, “Last night, we slept in Arial’s bed together.”  I could hear the pride in his voice.

He looked at Brad this time. “Do Arial’s parents know about your relationship? You’re not hiding anything from them?”

“We’re not hiding anything, Dad,” Brad said. “We’re totally honest with them.”

“OK,” his Dad said, “if Kieran knows about it, I’ve got no problem with it. Just make sure you know what you’re doing with each other. If you need advice, come talk to me.”

“You know my Dad?” I asked.

“He and I are on the opera board of directors. I don’t know him well but I’ve heard lots of good things about him.”

Brad’s Dad held my coat for me when we left. Brad reached for it but his Dad beat him to it. 

“I’m serious about you two talking to me. You came in this afternoon just beaming at each other. You look like you’re in love and I guess maybe you are. Just don’t mess it up like I did.”

When we got down to the cars, Brad’s Dad handed him the keys to the car, told Brad to drive, and then opened the door for me. Brad didn’t know the way to the lady hawk’s home so his Dad gave him directions. She lived in the top floors of an old mansion almost downtown. The bottom floors were her law offices. We all went upstairs to pick her up. Brad’s Dad wanted us to see how she’d decorated with modern furniture and all sorts of art. Her rooms were beautifully done and, in some ways, I guess she was too - sort of elegant and sophisticated.

Dinner with Brad’s Dad and his girlfriend was a lot of fun. Her name was Eugenia Williamson and she told me to call her Genie, like in the bottle. She was just as warm and nice as Brad had said and she had a mind as quick and sharp as anyone I’ve known. It was easy to see she liked Brad and his Dad both. When we dropped her off after dinner, I thought, if she was Brad’s stepmother, at least she wouldn’t be a wicked one.

By the time we got back to Brad’s, it was almost time for me to be home. His Dad told him to use his car to drive me home and we dropped him off at the front of the condo. There was a light on the front porch at home for me but I could see lights on in the living room so I invited Brad in. I wanted Mom and Dad to see him when he was dressed up a little.

I held Brad’s hand and led him into the living room. Dad was stretched out on the couch in sweats, listening to his classical music station. I didn’t see Mom but then she walked in from the kitchen.

“How was your dinner?” she asked.

“Almost as good as home cooking is here,” Brad said.

“Flattery will get you another meal, Brad,” she said. “And how was Brad’s father and his friend?” she added, looking at me.

“I guess I was worried about meeting him at first but he was really nice,” I said. “He’s already gray at the temples and I think Brad’ll look like him someday. His friend, Genie, is a lawyer and Brad says he thinks she might be his step-mom someday. 

“Is your father Dr. Daniel Weaver,” Dad asked, “the research doctor over at the university hospital?”

“Yeah,” Brad said, “he says he knows you.”

“I just made the connection,” Dad said. “We’re both on the 0pera board of directors. I’ve been just calling him Dan and I guess I’d forgotten his last name. We’re both on the committee for the opera ball in March.”

We sat and talked for a while longer and then Mom got up and took Dad’s hand.

“Come on,” she said, “let’s go to bed and let these kids have a few minutes to say goodnight.”

“OK,” Dad said, “but I’d like to get a picture of them if they don’t mind. Maybe they’d like to have one too.”

I got the digital camera for Dad and he took a few pictures of us in different poses. I thought about the last time it had been used to take pictures and wondered if I might show Brad the one of me and Kerry that Luke had taken. Mom and Dad had liked that one so much they’d framed it and put it in their bedroom. I wanted one more picture and I asked Dad if he’d take one of Brad kissing me. Brad didn’t object but I didn’t get that much of a kiss. I got some more that I liked better just inside the front door when Brad was leaving.

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Monday was a good day at school except that I learned I’d have two tests on Friday. I didn’t really mind tests but these two were both on hard subjects and I knew I needed to study every night to be ready. Mom had already reminded me that I had to keep making good grades if I wanted Dad’s old BMW when I turned sixteen next spring. I understood what she was saying, that she and Dad weren’t going to put any restrictions on me seeing Brad and I had to be mature enough to restrict myself.

Tuesday started out as a good day. Brad picked me and Kerry up for school as usual. He said he had permission to leave school early for a dental appointment and he’d have to park in a different place when he came back to pick us up. We agreed on a spot to meet and Brad was waiting there with Kerry when I got out.

Brad said he’d gotten back too late to park on the school campus so he’d parked across the street at the Grease Trap. That wasn’t the real name of the fast food joint but that was what all the students called it. I’d eaten there a few times and I knew why it was called that.

I held Brad’s and Kerry’s hands when we crossed the street at the red light. There was a guard directing the traffic as usual because all the students were trying to leave at once and it was a little wild sometimes. 

When we walked into the parking lot around the Grease Trap, I saw a bunch of jocks at the back of one car. Once when we were waiting for the bus, Kerry had talked to the biggest one of them, a football player they called Grizzly. He seemed like a nice enough guy and had been patient and nice to Kerry. But another one was the guy I called the cretin, the one who had been giving me so much trouble. I tried to hold back but there were a lot of students around and Brad wasn’t looking at the ones I was. Kerry was a few feet behind us.

We were walking past the jocks, only a few feet away, when Brad finally noticed them. I felt his hand tighten on mine and he walked faster and almost pulled me along. I was hoping nothing would happen when it did.

“Hey, fag, you still tryin’ to fuck the ice princess?” the cretin called.

I was watching Brad and he didn’t even turn to look. We were almost to Brad’s car when the cretin hit me. I didn’t know then what he had done. Kerry told me later he had flipped the back of his hand down against my fanny. It scared me and hurt bad enough so that I screamed.

I turned just in time to see Kerry walk into him from behind and bump him forward. At the same time, I saw Brad turning around and his big fist was aimed at the jock’s face. It hit directly on his nose with a sickening crunch.

It happened in a split second but it seemed like it happened in slow motion. The jock’s head snapped back and his body tried to follow it. He quick-stepped backward a few feet, bounced off the back of the car, and then slumped forward, down on his hands and knees. He shook his head a couple of times and then looked up. His nose was bleeding, his mouth was wet and red, and his eyes looked like nobody was home.

“Get in the car, Arial,” Brad said as loud as he could. “Get in the car, Kerry.”

Kerry was standing in front of me, not moving, and I wondered what he was doing. Then I realized he was standing between me and the jocks. The big one, Grizzly, had his arms outstretched, blocking the others from moving. He had a big smile on his face.

“Yeah, Kerry, get in the car,” Grizzly said, then looked directly at me.

“I tol’ him he better leave you alone,” he said, still grinning. “He a dummy. Jus’ wouldn’t listen.”

Brad was still standing there waiting to see what was going to happen. Kerry opened the door and got in the back seat. I got in the front. Just before I shut the door, I heard Grizzly again.

“We’ll take care of dummy here,” he said, “Ya’ll go on home.”
 
We were halfway home when it hit me. Brad and Kerry might be suspended or expelled. The school’s policy in the handbook about fighting was usually enforced strictly by the Assistant Principal. Then I looked at Brad’s pants and saw blood. His right hand was cut and blood had dripped down on his pants. I couldn’t help it; I started crying.

Mom was home. I don’t know what I’d have done if she hadn’t been. She took Brad in the kitchen, washed his hand under cold water, and made me hold my thumb over the cut. It wasn’t bad but it had bled a lot. Mom went to the bathroom and came back with the hydrogen peroxide and a band-aid. Brad’s knuckle was bruised looking when I took my thumb off it but it had stopped bleeding.

We all three told her what had happened. Brad was almost apologetic about it. Kerry was all excited and kept saying Brad had really cold-cocked the jock. Then I told Mom what the student handbook said about fighting. That sobered Kerry up real fast.

“We’ll call your father and talk to him,” Mom said. “I think he’ll want to come home early and we can decide what we need to do. Maybe Brad should call his father.”

“Boy, Mom, I wish you could have seen it,” Kerry said. “Brad hit him right on the nose. He bounced off that car and dropped like a rock. Brad really did cold-cock him.”

“OK, Kerry, that’s enough of that,” Mom said. “Brad, you need to take off those pants and let me wash the blood out. Kerry, go get him a pair of your Dad’s sweats. He can wear them until I wash and dry his khakis.”

Brad wasn’t that bashful around Mom anymore. He kicked his loafers off right there in the kitchen, pulled his pants down and off, and handed them to Mom. I saw he was wearing the low-rise briefs I’d bought him and I know Mom saw it too. She looked at me and gave me a smile.

“Arial, would you fix us all a cup of hot chocolate while I wash these,” she said.

We sat around the kitchen table and sipped hot chocolate and talked for a while and then Mom decided it was time to call Dad. We listened while she told him everything and I could tell he said that he’d be right home. I knew somehow everything was going to be all right.

She hadn’t been off the phone for more than a couple of minutes when the call came from the Assistant Principal’s office. His secretary said Kerry was suspended until a hearing could be held next week. When Mom asked about Brad, she said he was suspended too. Kerry was looking at Mom with absolute disbelief in his eyes.

“He can’t do that, Mom,” he said with anger in his voice. “It’s not right.”

“I don’t know, Kerry,” she said. “Wait ‘til your father gets home. Maybe he’ll know what to do.”

“But damn it,” Kerry said, still mad, “he can’t suspend us. The student handbook says when a student can be suspended. If it’s like drugs, they can do it immediately. If it’s just fighting, they have to have a hearing before anybody can be suspended. We can’t be suspended without a hearing.”

Mom looked at him with uncertainty and shook her head. “Are you sure? Have you got your handbook here at home?

“Yeah, I’m sure. I memorized the fucking thing. It’s just that damn Assistant Principal. He was the football coach until they promoted him because his teams kept losing. He’s just mad ‘cause Brad hit one of the football players, one that’s supposed to play Friday night.”

“Don’t talk like that, Kerry. Go get your handbook,” Mom said and then turned to Brad. “And I think you’d better call your Dad and tell him.”

Brad called him and I could tell his father didn’t get upset. In fact, Brad’s voice seemed to get calmer as he talked. He finally listened for a couple of minutes, gave his father directions to our house, and then said, “OK, Dad, I’ll be right here.”

He looked at Mom and said, “Dad’s coming over too. He’s going to call Genie and see if she can give us some advice. He’s going to ask her to come with him if she can.”

“Good,” Mom said, “Arial, Kavan and Kathryn should be in any minute now. You kids get the Chinese take-out menu and plan something for dinner. There are six of us living here and Brad makes seven. Your Dad and Genie make nine. Get enough for ten because we all like it left over. When you get through with that, put the leaves in the dining room table and set the table for dinner. I’m going see if the washer’s done yet.”

When Kavan and Kathryn came in, we had to tell them what had happened. A few minutes later Dad came in and we told him. And then a little later, Brad’s Dad and Genie came in and we told them. I guess that’s when I realized I might have caused the problem.

“Dad, I may have caused this, sort of indirectly,” I said.

“What did you do?” he asked.

“The student newspaper’s been trying to run some articles about harassment at school, especially sexual harassment. The jocks are the worst ones doing it. There are five undercover reporters for the paper and I’m number four. The five of us have been keeping journals since January. We turn them in to the paper and they summarize them and send them to the Assistant Principal. He won’t let them be published and won’t do anything to stop it. I think he may know who the undercover reporters are and maybe the jocks know.”

“I’m confused,” Dad said. “Why do they go to the Assistant Principal?”

“He’s the one who has to approve articles for the student paper,” I said. “And he’s the one who’s supposed to handle sexual harassment problems at school.”

We were all sitting around in the family room still talking when I realized Genie wasn’t saying much. She was reading the student handbook and listening to what we were saying.

“OK, maybe you kids could use a good lawyer,” she said. “Anybody know one?”

Kerry was the first one to realize she was joking and he started laughing.

“Seriously,” she said, “this is going to be fun.”

She looked at Dad and at Brad’s Dad.

“You two give me a dollar each,” she said.

They did and she took charge.

“OK, you’ve got yourself a lawyer. Now, there’s no way he can suspend the kids without a hearing. But he’s got worse problems because he hasn’t done a damn thing about the sexual harassment and that’s also spelled out in the student handbook. He’s assigned the responsibility for it and it sounds like he’s ignored it as long as it’s from his jocks.”

“What should we do?” Dad asked.

“It’s not five yet so I should be able to contact somebody at the school. I’m going to talk to the principal. It just so happens she’s a woman unless the handbook is wrong and I don’t think she’s going to be too happy with the whole mess. I’m going to get an appointment with her tomorrow morning.”

“Well, what should Brad do tomorrow?” his Dad asked.

“Go to school. Kerry too. Just go to class like they always do. If the Assistant Principal says anything to them, they’re to say that he’ll have to talk to their lawyer. I’ll give them both one of my cards. I think the Principal will have the word out that it’s OK after I talk to her.” 

“What do you want us to do?” Brad’s Dad asked.

“Probably nothing,” Genie said. “Let me call the Principal. After I explain the basics to her, I think you two can go to work tomorrow. I’ll work out the detailed solution with the Principal tomorrow. Like I said, this is going to be fun.”
 
Mom stood up and spoke to Genie and Brad’s Dad. “We’re calling for Chinese take-out. Would you like to stay for dinner with us?”

She got a lot of enthusiastic nods, including the two who had been asked.

Genie took out her cell phone and picked up the student handbook. “Where can I go while I make the call? I don’t want the kids to hear what a bitch I can be when I have to.”

“In the living room,” Mom said, “I’ll shut the door so you can yell if you want to. Kieran likes a cold beer on occasion. Would anybody else like one?”

Mom got six orders but she only came back with three. Genie took one into the living room with her. Our Dads sat talking and drinking the other two. The Chinese food was ordered and delivered before Genie came back out of the living room.

“I’ve got an appointment with her at ten tomorrow morning. Kieran and Dan can go to work. Kerry and Brad and Arial can go to school just like they always do. I think you’re all going to like what happens.”

While we were eating, we kept begging her to tell us what she’d worked out but she wouldn’t. She just kept saying we’d have to wait until after she met with the Principal and made sure they agreed on what needed to be done.

Mom and Dad finally seemed to relax and enjoy meeting Brad’s Dad and Genie, even if the occasion wasn’t what anybody wanted. As Mom and Dad were showing them out, I heard Dad ask them if he and Mom could take them out to dinner if they could get a baby-sitter. I could have done without that little bit of sarcasm.

As they were leaving, Brad’s Dad called back, “Be home and in bed by ten, Brad. Try not to cold-cock anybody else before then.” I wanted to yell back and ask if it was OK if Brad hot-cocked somebody but I knew I’d better keep my mouth shut.

When Brad had to leave, I walked him out to his car. He wrapped his big parka around me and just held me. For the first time, we both said, “I love you” at about the same time.

We were all happy with the agreement Genie worked out with the Principal. She’d dropped some strong hints of a sexual harassment lawsuit with a claim for monetary damages and then settled for something that cost the school nothing, that is, nothing that cost money.

The student paper printed a number of articles about the mess the following week. One was headlined “Brain Cold-Cocks Jock,” and I could tell somebody had interviewed Kerry about it. There were two letters of apology, one from the Assistant Principal and one from the football player. He did play on Friday night but he didn’t need to put anything under his eyes to darken them. There was a longer piece about sexual harassment at the school, how school policies were going to be enforced to stop it, and the promise that future editions would include excerpts from the journals of five girls at the school. 
 
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Wednesday was a good day at school. Lots of people talked to me and smiled at me but none of them were jocks or jock lovers. I knew the school rumor-mill had done its usual work. Thursday was even better. The principal was in the cafeteria when I went to lunch. She went through the serving line with me and then sat with me and Brad and Kerry. I think everybody’s head was turned in our direction. I guess that’s when I really began to believe the whole mess was over.

The principal said she and Genie had had a good long discussion Wednesday morning and made it sound like it was just two friends talking. She said we couldn’t tell anyone but, if she had her way, the problem would be transferred to the main administrative offices at the end of the school year so it couldn’t have any contact with students. We all knew who she was talking about. Kerry waited until she finished before he said anything.

“Grizzly didn’t do anything wrong, Ma’am. He probably kept it from getting worse.”

“I know, Kerry,” she said. “He came to me and told me about it yesterday. He admires you for what you did for your sister.”

I watched Kerry’s face and I could tell that he was almost choked up. I knew he could fake it just like I could. With our fair skin, we could both make our face get red around our eyes so it looked like we were about to cry. But then I saw that his eyes were really moist and, as I watched, a tear rolled down his cheek. He reached up and wiped it away with a finger. I didn’t believe even Kerry could fake that.

“Just don’t let the jocks get at my sister any more,” he said. “If they do, we’re going to school somewhere else.” 

The principal reached over and put her hand on his. “They won’t. But if they do, they’re not going to this school. You’re staying. You’re going to be the Valedictorian when you graduate from here.”

Kerry looked around to see if anybody was watching him while the principal was holding his hand. I looked too and they were watching, at least everybody who could see our table. I don’t think the principal cared; she didn’t let go of his hand.

“Come on, Kerry, give me a smile,” she cajoled. “Quit worrying.”

She shouldn’t have asked. Kerry managed to give her one and I knew he knew what he was doing this time. It was the same Kerry grin he used on me and Mom and Kathryn when he wanted something.

“Your father really went to bat for you to get in here early,” she said. “He really believes in you and thinks you can do anything. I wasn’t sure you could.”

“Have you changed your mind?” I asked.

She looked at me. “Did you know Kerry has made the highest score on every test he’s taken so far? He’s made a perfect score on every test except one in a science class and he was ten points ahead of everybody else on that. And speaking of tests, are you going to be OK with two tomorrow or do you need to delay them?”

I know she didn’t hear the thud of the load falling off my shoulders when she asked me that. Just knowing she cared about how I was doing as a student made me know I’d be able to handle both of them. I smiled and looked at Brad and Kerry. “I’ll be OK now.”

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Thursday night, Kerry and I both decided to pee and brush and bathe at the same time. I undressed in my room and then walked in on him in the bathroom. It was hard to believe it was just one week since he’d helped me shave my legs. It seemed like ages ago. I dumped my clothes in the hamper and then picked up his and put them in too. 

He was standing over the toilet with his left hand on the wall in front of him as usual when I walked in. It made me think of the way he looked on Saturday night when Brad and I walked in on him and he had on his thermal underwear, except that this time he was naked. He really did have the most beautiful little butt I’d ever seen. He turned and looked at me, gave me a smile and then looked back down while he peed. When he finished, I watched while he milked the last drops out, shook it, and then turned and motioned with his hand that I could have the throne. He even put the seat back down for me.

I sat down and peed too. I never could understand why Kerry had to say I tinkled and he pissed. It didn’t sound all that different to me. He leaned back against the bathroom counter and watched me. I didn’t bother to pat dry since I knew I was going to shower.

“Thanks for what you did for me Tuesday,” I said.

“What?” He put paste on two toothbrushes and waited for me.

“You know what you did,” I said. “You told Mom you accidentally bumped the cretin. I saw your hands just before you bumped him. You really shoved him, didn’t you? Shoved him hard.”

“Nah, I just bumped him,” he said, but he was smiling and we both knew the truth.

“Well, he probably weighs twice as much as you and you bumped him kind of hard, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess I did. Do you want to shower first?”

“And then you stood between me and the pack of jocks, didn’t you?”

“Huh, what do you mean? I had to stand somewhere and I wasn’t gonna get in the car and leave you and Brad alone.”

“Well, we both know what you did, don’t we?”

“I guess so,” he said, and looked at me without a smile this time. “I couldn’t let them do anything else to you, Arial.”

I sat there and looked at him and I knew he wasn’t faking it this time. He had tears rolling down both cheeks. I stood up and hugged him against me as tight as I could. I wanted to cry too. When I let him go, he wiped the tears off both cheeks.
 
I gave him my best smile and said, “Let’s brush and then we can shower together, OK?”

His smile came back in a hurry. “OK.”

In the shower, he bent over to test the water coming out of the faucet until it ran warm. I couldn’t help it. His butt was just too tempting. I stood behind him and put both hands on his cheeks and played with him while he waited. When he diverted the water up to the showerhead and turned around, his dick was almost hard. I decided I wanted to do something for him after we got through showering.

He wanted to wash me so I made him get my mild soap instead of his stronger stuff. It was nice having him wash my back so I spread my legs and even pulled my cheeks apart so he could do it all. When I turned around for him to do my front, his dick was sticking up and pointing toward my face. 

He lathered up a cloth and did my arms first, my shoulders next, and then slowed down when he came to my breasts. He was as gentle as possible but my nipples were standing out like pencil erasers when he stopped. When his hand got down to my pussy, he washed me there just as gently and looked straight in my eyes while he did it.

When he dropped the cloth and just let his fingers stay between my labia, I didn’t say anything. I just shut my eyes and opened my mouth slightly. A few seconds later, I felt his lips on mine and his tongue between my lips. I teased him with my tongue until he stuck his in my mouth and then I caught it and sucked on it. When he pulled back, he was already breathing heavily.

He kept one finger in me, moving in and out, around and around, while the warm water cascaded over both of us. We were both warm and wet outside but I knew I was even warmer and wetter inside. He tried to bend over and find my breasts with his mouth but he had trouble doing it while keeping his finger in my pussy.

I held up both breasts for him. They were so small I couldn’t lift them much but it was enough. He fastened his mouth on the nipple on one and started sucking. I put one hand behind his head and the other on his shoulder. I shut my eyes again and let him do whatever he wanted. I knew I was about to come and I wanted so much for him to move his finger up just a little, to touch me there. I waited and then decided to take matters into my own hand. I reached down, grabbed his hand, and pulled it up so that his finger was touching my clitoris. 

La petite mort. The little death. I was beginning to realize what it meant. When I became aware of myself again, Kerry was holding me up and I was slumped against him. I tried to smile at him.

“That was a good one, huh?” he said.

I couldn’t say anything so I nodded. He held me against him and I could feel his hard-on pressed against my stomach. I wanted so much for him to be able to put it inside me but I knew we couldn’t. I decided to give him the next best thing after I got through washing him.

I scrubbed his back first, hard like I knew he liked it. When I got down to his butt, he even reached back and held his cheeks apart for me, just like I’d done for him. I squatted down and washed down his legs and then pulled them backward, one at a time, sort of like shoeing a horse, and washed his feet. He never did get around to washing mine but I didn’t think it mattered.

When I finished, I turned him around and started at his chest. I knew he was trying to lift Kavan’s weights to develop his pecs so I told him his chest was filling out nicely.

“Can I wash behind your ears,” I asked. He knew what I meant. He grinned, said, “Yeah,” and I skinned his dick back and washed the head and shaft as gently as I could.

That’s when I decided exactly what I wanted to do. If I couldn’t have his dick in my pussy, I wanted it in my mouth. If I couldn’t let him leave his semen in my pussy, I wanted him to leave it in my tummy. I wondered why I’d ever hated the idea of having a guy’s semen in my mouth and had thought it would be gross. I wanted Kerry’s in my mouth. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to know it went down to my stomach and then became part of my body. I wanted to know he was part of me.

I reached outside the shower curtain and found a towel. I folded it a couple of times like he’d done a week ago and I guess he knew what I was going to do. I put it in the bottom of the tub and knelt down on it. The shower water was cascading down on Kerry’s head and shoulders and then on down into my face. I didn’t care. I leaned forward and took his dick in my mouth. He put his hands on my shoulders and held on.

I didn’t want to get in a hurry. I was enjoying what I was doing too much for that. I just kept one hand on the shaft of his dick, sliding it back and forth, kept the other hand on his balls, and kept my mouth sucking on the head. I knew all the deep-throat stuff was a crock of shit. Kathryn and I had talked about it often enough and we agreed it was a guy’s ultimate fantasy and not something we really wanted to do. But this time, I wanted to do it with Kerry. I wanted him as deep in me as possible. I decided to try.

I tried to get my breathing under control like the books said. When I was ready, I pushed forward slowly until I felt the head of his dick press back against my throat. I pushed one more time and felt my nose touch his stomach. I pulled back and took a couple of deep breaths and felt my gag reflex subside. The second time was easier. After that, I didn’t even feel like gagging. I kept doing it until I felt Kerry’s fingers digging into my shoulders and heard him say, “Arial, I’m gonna come.”

I wanted to taste him. I didn’t want him to shoot it down my throat without tasting him. I stopped deep-throating him and just held my mouth on the head, sucking him, while I jacked him with my hand. I could tell when he came, just a series of throbs in my mouth and hand and the sudden strange taste on the back of my tongue. It wasn’t really like bleach; it wasn’t salty; it was just Kerry and I liked it so I swallowed it.

I stood up and he hugged me or maybe he was just holding on like I was. When he was ready, we both got out of the shower on the towel I’d laid beside the tub. I grabbed a towel and dried him off first. When I started to dry his dick and balls, I saw a little more semen hanging from the slit so I stooped down and got that too.

He started drying me and then asked, “Does Brad know we fool around like this?”

“Yes, I told him.”

“What did he say?”

“He didn’t seem surprised. He just said he wished he’d had a sister to lend him a hand when he was growing up.”

“Does he know about Luke?”

I knew what he meant. “No, not about Luke specifically. He knows I’m not a virgin. I told him I’d had about as much as experience as he’d had, with just one guy.”

“Is that all Brad’s done, just with one girl?”

“Yes, he told me about it. It wasn’t nearly as good an experience as mine but I didn’t say that to him.”

“When are you going to do it with him?”

“Probably two weeks from today, on Thanksgiving, the twenty-fifth.”

“Why do you keep waiting? Don’t’ you want to do it?”

“I told you when I started taking birth-control pills that the doctor said I should wait two full cycles before intercourse to be safe. If everything works like it’s supposed to, I should be out of commission as of Sunday and that’ll last four or five days. So the weekend before Thanksgiving is the earliest we could do it.”

“You mean you’ll get your period this weekend; you’ll start menstruating?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you just say that? Why do girls always make it sound like something’s not functioning right when they get their period?”

“Because most guys don’t know what it’s like for us. You wanted to watch me change my tampon so I let you. I’ll bet there’s not another guy at school who’s seen that.”

“Well, if I’m going to be a gynecologist, I’ve got to learn all about it, haven’t I?”

I didn’t know whether or not he was kidding. “Are you serious?”

“No, I’m just kidding. You know I’m always curious about everything. Anyway, I still don’t understand why you’re waiting so long just so he won’t have to use a condom. Do you remember that time, just before we went to the cabin last August, when you tried putting one of Kavan’s rubbers on me? It was too loose and we couldn’t figure out how to make it fit right? Brad’s dick’s bigger than mine. They should fit him OK.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Kerry, I found out the reason why that rubber was too big for you. Kavan’s dick is bigger than most guys’; he uses a size that’s larger than regular.”

“Shit, I thought they just came in one size.” 

“I’m going to bed,” I said. “I’ve got two tests tomorrow. I don’t want to let my grades drop and make Dad mad at me.”

“He won’t be. He loves you as much as I do.”

I stood and looked at him for a minute, thinking about how much I loved him.

“Kerry, would you kiss me before you go to bed?”

“Sure,” he said, and leaned over and gave me a little smack on the lips.

“I don’t mean like a brother kisses a sister. I mean like a man kisses a woman.”

His dick was almost hard again when I finally pushed him away and went in my room to go to bed.

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On Friday, both my tests were in the morning so I was able to relax at lunch. Brad and Kerry waited for me to go through the serving line. We were eating when Grizzly walked up behind Kerry.

“You OK, Kerry?” he asked.

Kerry looked around and gave him his usual big grin. “Yeah, Grizzly, I’m OK. Thanks for what you did and for talking to the Principal.”

“Didn’t do nothin',” he said. “They mess with you or your sister anymore, lemme know. You a good kid.”

“You won’t kill them?” Kerry joked.

“Nah, jes messum up a little,” he said.

He grinned like white piano keys and put his ham-hand on Kerry’s shoulder for a moment. I looked around and saw most of the kids in the cafeteria watching.

When he was gone, I looked at Brad. “Is your Dad going to let you come over this weekend?”

“I guess so. We had a long talk last night and he’s not mad at me. Mainly he wanted to know if we were having any more trouble. I can’t spend the night though, not tonight or tomorrow night. He and Genie are fixing dinner together at home tonight and he wants me to be there. I think they’re getting serious about each other and he wants her to get to know me better. I can come over during the day on Saturday.”

“What are you doing Saturday night?” I asked.

“My Mom’s invited me to dinner with her and my step-father. Dad told her what I did and she wants me to come talk to her. I don’t know why. She didn’t talk to me that much the last few years while she was married to Dad.”

“Well, are you still going to spend the Thanksgiving holidays with us?” I asked.

He grinned so quickly I knew the answer before he said, “Yeah.”

“Why did you decide to stay with your Dad when they divorced,” Kerry asked.

“I didn’t; I stayed with Mom until after she married again. Then I felt like I didn’t belong there and moved in with Dad. She’s too self-centered and doesn’t care much about anybody but herself. Dad’s always too busy but he does care a lot about me and he doesn’t mind showing it.”

“Well, come over Saturday and help me rake leaves,” Kerry said. “Kavan and Kathryn will be working all day and Dad wants me to rake up the leaves and carry them down to the mulch pile.”

“Maybe I’ll do that, Kerry,” Brad said. “I’ve never had to do any kind of yard work. I’ve never lived in a house that had a yard. I think I could enjoy being outdoors doing something like that.”

“Mom and Dad are going to be gone too,” I said. “They’re going to Lauren’s apartment to work with her. Dad wants to talk to her about his plans for Andersen Security and Mom needs to talk with her about her investments and stuff. If you come over, I’ll help rake too.”

“Just don’t come too early,” Kerry said. “It’s supposed to be down in the teens again tonight and clear and cold tomorrow. I’m not going to start ‘til about ten and I’m going to put on thermal underwear under my jeans.”

When I left to go to my next class, I knew what the student handbook said about public displays of affection at school but I squeezed Brad’s hand, kissed my fingertips, and rubbed the kiss on his lips anyway.

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On Saturday morning, Brad called before eight and asked if I’d had breakfast. When I said I hadn’t, he told me he was calling on his cell-phone and was about to stop at a bakery for breakfast pastries. He asked if I’d make a pot of coffee and wait for him. I told him Kavan and Kathryn were already gone but Mom and Dad were still home and he should bring a something for them too.

I still had on the flannel pajamas I’d slept in and I’d put on socks and my bear slippers when I got up. I’d even put on a terry robe because I was still cold. I decided not to change but I did wash my face again and brush my hair a little better.

Brad came in wearing his big parka with jeans and boots. He handed me a big bag of stuff that had a smell good enough to make me hungry. He threw his parka in the corner of the kitchen, grabbed me, and pulled me to him in a big hug. He was still holding me when Mom came in the kitchen. She was dressed about like I was, with a robe over her flannel nightgown.

“Hello, Brad,” was all she said. 

“I’m early,” he said, “but I just couldn’t wait any longer.” 

Mom walked over to the two of us and tried her best to wrap her arms around both of us.

“You’re both too young for this,” she said, “but you have my blessing,” and she gave us both a kiss on the cheek.

She poured herself a cup of the coffee I’d made. It was two-thirds de-caf and one-third caffeinated; Mom said Dad was too stressed with his new job and she was trying to reduce his caffeine intake. She leaned back against the kitchen counter and watched us. Brad still hadn’t let me go and I wasn’t about to try to get away.

“Brad, let me see your hand,” Mom said. I’d seen it Wednesday and Thursday but I’d forgotten about it on Friday. I wanted to see it too. I led him over to Mom and we all three looked at it. The middle two knuckles were badly bruised and discolored and the small cut had already scabbed over. Mom asked if he could make a fist and I could tell it was painful when he tried to close his fingers. She lifted his hand up and kissed it where it was hurt.

“Well, I suppose it’ll just take time,” she said. “If you three are going to rake leaves, just keep your gloves on and be careful with it.”

She opened the refrigerator and I knew what she was going to do - our usual Saturday morning mixed fruit bowl of whatever we had with just enough sugar to keep it from discoloring. I poured Brad a cup of coffee the way I knew he liked it - no cream, no sugar - and sat it on the kitchen table. By the time Mom and I had finished with the fruit bowl, Dad came in too. Kerry staggered in a few minutes later, still half asleep, and collapsed against Mom while she hugged him. I guess he was cold too because he had a robe on over the thermal underwear he usually slept in.

We sat around the kitchen table and ate breakfast and talked for a while. Mom asked me to fix a hot meal for dinner because Kavan and Kathryn would be in about five. She said they were cleaning the warehouse at the plant nursery where they worked and they’d be dirty and tired and hungry when they came in. She said she and Dad would probably be back about the same time but wouldn’t be back to cook. I asked if Italian stew would be good and she said OK.

“What’s Italian stew?” Brad asked.

I told him what was in it and how it had been a favorite of Mom and Dad even before any of us kids were born and how we all loved it. 

“I’m calling Dad,” he said. “I’m going to see if he’ll let me stay for dinner here. Genie likes to do fancy French stuff and I’d rather eat with you. Maybe if I promise to be home by seven o’clock, he’ll let me stay. Is that OK with you?” he asked, looking at me.

He didn’t need to ask but I nodded OK anyway. He had to plead with his father a little but in the end I knew he got his way. I heard him say, “Yeah, by seven, no later.”

Mom and Dad were gone before nine. Brad and Kerry and I washed the breakfast dishes and made up all the beds. I made Brad take the garbage out and got Kerry to vacuum the family room. It was close to ten and, when Brad came back inside, I asked him how cold it was. He said it was above freezing already and the sun was shining so it wasn’t too uncomfortable outside.

“Have you got your thermal underwear on?” I asked Brad.

“Yeah, can’t you tell? I can hardly move. I’ve got some long briefs somebody bought me and my long underwear on under by jeans. I’ve got the top to the thermal underwear on under my sweatshirt. With those two cups of coffee, I’m already sweating.”

“Well, come on and I’ll go change,” I said.

“I’m think I’ll put on my long briefs too,” Kerry said. “Gotta protect the family jewels.”

“Bring your stuff in my room so we can talk while we change,” I said.

Brad followed me down the hallway into my room and sat down at the chair to my desk. Kerry came in a few seconds later with his arms full of his clothes and dumped everything on my bed. I hung my robe up and took my pajama top off. I never wore a bra at night and Brad’s eyes homed in on my breasts. Kerry threw his robe on the floor, pulled his long underwear bottoms off, and turned them inside out in the process. He started looking for his briefs in the pile on the bed. I picked them up and handed them to him. Brad picked up his long underwear, turned them right side out, and handed them to him.

“Can we raise our kids to be like this, Arial?” he asked.

“What?” I didn’t know what he meant.

“Like you and Kerry, undressing in front of each other and not being the least bit self-conscious about it. I like it and when we have kids, I want them to be the same way.”

“Damn, Brad,” Kerry said, “When are you and Arial getting married?”

“Not for years,” I said, as I pulled my pajama bottoms off. All I had on was my white panties and white cotton socks. I saw Brad looking me up and down so I decided I’d give him an around and around too. I turned slowly in a circle and found he had a big grin on his face when I finished modeling my outfit. I put on my thermal underwear, jeans, and sweat shirt while he watched every move I made.

I put on gloves and an old coat of Kerry’s, rips and stains and all. Brad and Kerry put on their coats and gloves too and we all went out in the front yard. The maples were all bare and the big hickory was almost bare. I sort of hated to see them like that because it was fun to rake leaves on a sunny fall day. I sent Kerry and Brad to the basement to get the rakes and the big tarp we used to carry the leaves down the hill to the mulch pile.

We all warmed up enough shortly to get rid of our coats. We finished raking the front yard and carrying the leaves down the hill just before noon. I hated to go inside. The air was cold and dry but the sun was shining and it was a beautiful day with a few scattered clouds moving quickly overhead.

I was standing beside the big pile of leaves when Kerry tackled me. We sprawled out in the leaves and Brad jumped in and tried to pull Kerry off me. That’s when Kerry and I both turned on Brad and got him down in the leaves. I don’t know who was winning the wrestling match but we were all having fun. I started stuffing leaves under Brad’s and Kerry’s sweat shirts and got some stuffed in mine in return. Kerry finally stopped and laid back in the leaves, his arms and legs outstretched, his eyes closed. I joined him and watched as Brad flopped on the other side of me. 

“Let’s eat lunch outside,” Kerry suggested. Brad and I both agreed so we went in long enough to raid the refrigerator for food and drink. We all took the time for a pit stop and then carried everything down the hill. We ate propped up against the stone retaining wall part way down the hill. The wall faced to the east and had been warmed by the morning sun. We had barely finished when a cloud blocked out the sun and I felt cold. When I stood up, I saw a bank of darker clouds to the west and I was ready to go indoors. We started back up the hill.

I know Kerry wouldn’t believe me but I really hadn’t made any plans on what to do with Brad. I suggested that we shower together in the basement shower. Since Dad and Kavan and Kerry had enclosed the shower area, it was nice to get in there and get it all hot and steamy. Kerry had a better idea.

“Nah,” he said, “let’s get in the Jacuzzi. There’s only three of us this time. We’ll all fit.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said. “OK, Brad?”

He was shaking his head from side to side.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Just the idea of getting in a Jacuzzi with you. I guess I fantasize about that. Didn’t expect to have your little brother in there at the same time.”

“Brad,” I said, “I’ve gotten in there with Kavan and Kerry since we moved into the house when I was seven. When we were little we all got in there with Mom and Dad. If there was room, I think we’d all still be doing it.”

We went in through the basement door and up the stairs to the kitchen.

“Yeah, after Kathryn came to live with us, we got her in there with us once in while,” Kerry said. “Kavan sat her on the edge of the tub once and showed me how to go down on her. That’s the first time I ever did it with Arial.”

“Jeeze, you fool around like that with each other, in your parent’s Jacuzzi? Do they know about it?”

“Brad,” I said, “I told you how my family is about stuff like that. We don’t hide from each other.”

“Well, what does he mean when he says he did it with you? What does it mean?”

I realized how he could have misinterpreted what Kerry had said. I led the way into the laundry room and started stripping. Kerry followed my example and Brad did too after a minute of so. I started the washing machine filling with water.

“I told you that too,” I said. “We learned about oral sex from books Mom and Dad gave us and from talking to them. We learned how to do it by practicing on each other. That’s the it as far as Kerry and I are concerned and it probably always will be.”

He shook his head from side to side again -- I knew it was his way of showing disbelief -- but he was smiling.

“Go ahead, Brad,” I said. “Say it.”

He knew what I meant. “Jeeze, Loueeze, your family’s sure gonna take some getting used to.”

“Brad,” Kerry said, “it’s nice to be able to be honest with each other. When Kavan started jacking off, he’d let Arial and me watch. He wasn’t ashamed of it like most guys are. Dad’s even shown us how to do it and explained what was happening.”

I was down to panties and white socks and Kerry was down to his mid-thigh briefs and socks. When he started to take off his socks, I stopped him. Brad was a little slower than we were and Kerry and I waited while he pulled his sweatshirt over his head and stripped off his thermal underwear. He started to take off his briefs but I stopped him.

“Wait,” I said. “Everything except your briefs and socks.”

That made him grin even wider. I started picking up our clothes, shaking them out, and putting them in the washer. They both helped. When I shut the lid, I took their hands and led them to Mom’s and Dad’s bathroom.

I leaned over the side of the tub and started the Jacuzzi filling. I looked up and saw two grinning guys. They both had their eyes on my fanny. I turned around and sat down on the side of the tub.

“You guys aren’t the only ones who have fantasies,” I said. “I’ve thought about having the two of you to fool around just like this, with nothing on but white briefs and white socks.” 

“I’m cold,” Kerry said. “Let’s get in the tub.”

“Me too,” I answered. “But can you wait just a minute. I want to be naughty first.” I looked up at Brad’s face and he was shaking his head again.

“Arial, I think you’ve got just as much devilment in you Kerry does.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“Yeah, I never thought of you like this but I like it.”

“Then you two get over here in front of me, hands behind your back.”

They looked like two versions of the same thing, with Kerry just a little bit smaller. I could tell both their dicks were pointed straight down into the same package as their balls. They both looked good enough to eat.

I put one hand on Brad and one on Kerry. I knew my hands were cold but what they had in their briefs wasn’t. It was warm and soft at first and fun to play with. Then it started getting firmer and I decided it was time to start playing naughty.

I reached down through the horizontal fly and pulled Brad’s dick out first. I tried to be slow and careful this time. He sort of bent over with his butt sticking backwards a little to give me more room in front and it came out without any protest this time. Kerry did the same thing when I turned to him.

I guess I’ll always be amazed how quickly a guy’s dick can go from soft to firm to hard. They were a little too far apart so I pushed them closer together. Brad put his arm around Kerry’s shoulders; Kerry put his around Brad’s waist. It took me a little while to get my hands coordinated so I could jack both of them at the same time instead of alternately. I didn’t really want to make them come so I just did it as slowly as I could. From their silly grins, I think they both liked it.

“Arial, your hands are cold,” Kerry said. 

“I’ll bet my mouth’s not,” I said, and that was the last thing I said for a while. I started with Brad and sucked on the head of his dick for a minute while my cold hand held the shaft. Then I gave Kerry a turn and held on to his hand warmer. I still didn’t want to make them come yet. I just wanted to play and I didn’t get any protests from either. Finally I decided it was time for me to really get naughty.

I stood up, slipped my panties off, and dropped them on the floor. I sat back down on the Jacuzzi rim and it was already nice and warm under my butt. 

“OK, it’s naughty time,” I said. “I want you two to jack off on my breasts. Kerry, you aim for this one” - and I cupped my hand under my left breast – “and, Brad, you aim for this one” - and I cupped my right hand under my other breast.

“Arial, you’re not just naughty; you’re bad,” Brad said.

“If you don’t want to do it, just say so,” I responded and waited for him to say something else.

“Come on, Brad,” Kerry said. “This is one I’ve never done before. Let’s do it!”

“Only if I can do what I want to with her and I’m not going to say what it is,” Brad said. He waited for me to respond this time. 

“OK,” I said, and I put my right hand down between my legs. I started like I always do, just two fingers, one on each side of my clit, sort of rolling from side to side. My pussy was warm and wet, not just moist like it usually is, because I’d been thinking about what I might do with Brad and Kerry all morning.

Brad’s piston hadn’t started and I looked up and saw he was watching what I was doing with my right hand. I put my left hand over his, leaned over and put my mouth on the head of his dick and got him jump-started. Kerry didn’t need any help; he was already stroking back and forth.

I watched them doing it while I did it to myself. It was funny the way they both did it. I know neither had learned to do it from the other but they did it the same way, just like Kavan did too. Each held the shaft of his dick part way down and just slid the skin back and forth. Every stroke, the skin slid over the head and they never touched the head directly with their hand.

They might have both been cold while we were raking leaves but their balls weren’t drawn up like they’re supposed to when they’re cold. I’d seen lots of guys, from babies to boys to grown men, in the creek at the cabin and I knew what cold water did to their balls. When we were outside, maybe Brad and Kerry had had enough layers down there to protect their family jewels and keep them warm. Both sets of balls were swinging back and forth with every stroke they made.

The head of Kerry’s dick looked dry and, when I checked Brad, his did too. I wasn’t going to get up and get the baby oil for them so I decided to give them a little lube the best way I could. I leaned over and sucked on Brad’s dick for a minute and left him enough of my saliva to make his skin slide better. I still had enough left over to give Kerry a little lube job too.

I was getting my own lube job with my fingers. I started dipping down into my vagina and getting my slippery stuff and rubbing it on my clit. I still wasn’t ready to touch it directly but I was close.

Kerry started grunting and I knew what that meant. He moved up closer to me, maybe to get better aim, and then squirted out a few white strings directly on his target. He even hit the bulls-eye with one shot. I looked up and grinned and he was grinning back at me.

When I looked at Brad’s face, I could tell he was close too. The cords in his neck were standing out tight and his mouth was open and he was breathing through it. I looked down and saw two big blood vessels on his stomach below his naval, both pointing down toward his dick. He was doing it so fast his hand was a blur.

When he came, his aim wasn’t as good as Kerry’s. He squirted out about a half-dozen streams that landed from just under my throat down over my breast, the right one he was aiming for, and down on my stomach. 

I decided to try for mine so I let my fingers slip down in my pussy again and pulled them up, all wet and slippery, until they dragged the hood off my clitoris. It didn’t take but a few strokes and the contractions started back somewhere inside me like they always do. It was another good one and I wasn’t able to think straight for a minute or so.

I sat there grinning like an idiot while I looked up at two more grinning idiots. When I felt like my legs were strong enough, I stood up and pulled both of them as close to me as possible. I squirmed around against Brad and then Kerry and then Brad again and then Kerry again until I’d smeared their semen all over their stomachs and chests as well as on mine. Maybe they did think I was an idiot but they started squirming too. I guess we’d have been glued together if it had all dried.

“There,” I said, “now you guys have to take a quick shower with me before we get in the Jacuzzi.”


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