
THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Forty-One

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

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CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 17; Arial Stuart, 15; Kerry Stuart, 12 1/2

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

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart, Kerry Stuart, Kavan Stuart

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(KIERAN)

When I woke up on Saturday morning, I was snuggled up against Siobhan. I vaguely remembered arousing momentarily sometime earlier and wanting to spoon up against her. I’d pulled her flannel nightgown up around her waist, pulled off my flannel pajama bottoms, and then pressed up against her until my cock found the warm spot between her legs. That was enough; I’d gone back to sleep content again.

I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. It said 5:50 am. Good. My internal alarm clock was still working perfectly. I eased out of my side of the bed, making sure that the blanket and comforter were still around Siobhan’s shoulders. I stopped momentarily to put my pajama bottoms back on and then tiptoed out of the room.

I’d left my running clothes and shoes in the family room, hoping I could sneak out quietly as usual without waking anybody else in the family. I could hear the furnace pumping out warm air. As always, the thermostat was set at 62 degrees during winter nights. I knew it’d jump up to 72 degrees at 6:00 am.

I went into the bathroom off the hall to pee. As quietly as possible, I pulled the connecting door to Kerry’s bedroom closed. As soundly as he slept, I thought there was little chance of awakening him. I turned on the light and assumed the position in front of the toilet. I tried to pee but, with a partial hard-on and a full bladder, I had to push to start. I shut my eyes and leaned over the commode, one hand on the wall and the other around my dick, and let it pour. With blessed relief, I shuddered.

“You pee like a horse.”

I turned around, startled, and there was Kerry. His long hair was tangled all over his head and his eyes were half shut. He had his usual beautiful grin on his face. He was wearing gray thermal underwear and white socks. I knew he liked to sleep that way in cold weather since he frequently kicked the covers off. A very prominent erection angled off to one side across his stomach.

“Good morning, Son.”

“Gotta pee, Dad!”

I finished, shook my dick a couple of times, tucked it back in my pajamas, and moved to one side. He assumed the same position I’d used, leaned over with his left hand on the wall and the right one on his dick. It was the same position, except that his dick was pointing more toward the ceiling than toward the bowl. He held it for a moment and tried to bend it down. It didn’t want to bend. He looked over at me and gave me his infectious grin. I waited. He waited. He finally bent back in the middle, his butt sticking out, and managed to bend it downward a little. I could tell he was having a problem. I reached over to the closet, grabbed a washcloth, and wet it with cold water.

“Put this on it for a minute, Son.”

He did. It worked. When he took the cloth off, it had lost enough of its engorgement so that he was able to point it toward the toilet. He grunted a couple of times and drilled a heavy stream right in the center of the bowl.”

“You’re a pretty good horse-pisser yourself, Kerry.”

He gave me another sleepy grin and kept on pissing. When he finished, I watched as he milked out the last drops, shook it a few times, and then tucked it back in his underwear.

“Dad, my dick isn’t growing right,” he said.

I was puzzled. It sure looked like it was growing fine to me. A little over a year ago it was a hairless finger-length appendage. Now it looked like about six inches of dick surrounded by a first growth of fine blond pubic hair just like mine and Arial’s.

“What do you mean, Kerry?”

“It’s getting a curve in it. It’s not straight like yours and Kavan’s.”

“It looked nice and straight to me, Son. Does it curve to one side or maybe back toward your stomach?”

“Not to the side. It’s like this.”

He moved over the bathroom counter, pulled his thermal pants back down, and straightened his dick out on the counter. It was soft now, at that stage of enlargement just short of erection, but still probably five inches. It lay flat on the counter, no curve to either side that I could see. He lifted the end with one finger so that there was a small upward curve.

“It’s like this, Dad, when it’s hard. Is it OK if it grows like that? Will it work OK?”

“Yes, Son, it’ll work OK if it curves up just a little. You only need to worry if it curves off to one side. If it curves like you showed me when you’re hard, it’ll work OK with the ladies. In fact, I think they’ll like it very much. If you think it curves too much, show me the next time you get a hard-on. Does it work OK when you jack off?”

He grinned at me again.

“You’ll shoot your eye out, kid,” he said.

“What?” I responded, recognizing the line from the movie we saw on TV at Christmas but not catching the meaning.

“When I jerked off last night, I tried to see how far I could shoot it. If I hadn’t turned my head, I’d’ve shot my eye out.”

I laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. “Good for you, Son. Now, go back to bed. I’m going running.”

“I wanna go with you, OK? I wanna talk to you.”

“OK. Get that new wind-suit you got for Christmas and put it on over your thermals. Get a stocking cap. You may need something on your face. It’s probably a little below freezing outdoors.” 

We were in the basement going through our stretching exercises when he started talking.

“Leigh likes my dick, Dad. She thinks it’s neat.”

“You like her a lot, don’t you? Got the hots for her?”

“Yeah, she’s kinda hot for me, too, Dad. She thinks I’m real good looking. I don’t love her like Arial loves Brad but I like her a lot.”

“You are good looking, Kerry. But you’ve got to remember what we talked about. Your Mom talked to hers and they’ve agreed to trust you two around each other. You know she’s a virgin and she’s got to stay that way. Agreed?”

“Yeah, Dad, I know. I’m not going to try to fuck her. We’re just having fun fooling around.”

He saw the look I gave him and realized what he had said.

“I’m sorry, Dad, I know you don’t like me to say fuck.”

“I don’t care if you say fuck, Kerry. I don’t give a fuck if you say fuck. You can say fuck all you fucking want to say fuck. You know why I don’t like it used the way you just did. Is it really a good word to describe what you want to do with Leigh?”

“Nah, it’s a lousy fucking word, Dad. I hear it so much at my fucking school I guess it just slipped out of my fucking mouth.”

“It is a lousy word, Son. I guess I didn’t realize how bad it is until I started making love with your Mom. The way I feel about her, I just don’t think it’s a good word to describe what we do.” 

He gave me another of his Kerry grins. “I think you’re right, Dad. But I think fooling around is a good way to describe what we do.” 

“OK, what do you do? Wanna tell me about it?”

“Leigh really is hot, Dad. She likes fooling around as much as me. She’s lets me play with her breasts. She’s got a nice pair, kinda small but nice. Her nipples get so big and hard when I touch them. It’s fun. She lets me lick them and then watch how they stick up. She liked it when I started putting my hand in her panties. Didn’t act like she didn’t want me to touch her; just told me how it felt when I got my finger in her pussy. Last Sunday afternoon, when we were watching TV, her Mom went to the store for a few minutes. Leigh let me put my hand in her pants while I was sucking on her nipples. I thought my dick’d rip out of my pants. I had one finger in her and she was so hot and juicy. I know she came because she almost pulled two hunks of hair out of my head. She told me she did when she could talk again. I’m the first guy who’s ever made her come. She says she does it to herself but it’s not as good as when I do it. 

“Has she made you come too?” I asked.

“Yeah, lots of times. She likes to do me. Like I said, she thinks my dick’s neat. Last time she did it she knew I was going to squirt like I always do and she didn’t want to have to clean it up again. She held one hand over my dick while she jacked me off with the other. I gave her a palm full. She sat up and looked at it so close I thought she could see the little sperm swimming in it.”

“Sounds to me like you two are pretty far along, Kerry.”

“Yeah, I’ve been telling her about oral sex too, Dad. She gets all excited but she’s not ready to try it yet. I told her it’d be lots of fun.”

“It’s fun, Kerry. But it’s damn serious too. Just make sure we’re not wrong in trusting you.”

“I will, Dad. I’m not trying to push her to do anything. She likes fooling around as much as me. She says she feels OK doing other stuff ‘cause she knows I’m not going to try to fuck her. Smart, huh?”

He gave me that big grin again. I wondered how Leigh felt when he gave it to her. He’s hard to resist. Smart, yeah.

“Come on, Squirt. We’ve got to get down the hill and run.”

On the way down the hill, he started again.

“Dad, when are we going to the cabin again?”

“I told you I wanted to go one weekend this month. I’m hoping we get some cold weather and maybe snow while we check out the new heating system your uncles and I put in. I’ve still got the new fans in the basement that I’ve got to install.”

“Why do we need new fans?”

“The old ones were cheap. They only blow down. We want some remote-control ones that’ll blow up too. That’ll circulate the warm air in the winter.”

“Can I, I mean may I invite Leigh to go with us?”

I had to stop and think a minute on that one. “I don’t know whether that’s wise, Son. What if I dared everybody to get naked and run out and play in the snow? How do you think she’d take that?”

“She knows how we are about that, about being nudists at home and at the cabin. She was OK being in the Jacuzzi with us. She thinks it’s neat. She wants to go.”

“We’ll probably all have to sleep in the central room in sleeping bags because the heat won’t go back in the bedrooms. Where’ll she sleep?”

“With me, Dad! We can zip our sleeping bags together.” 

I glanced at him and could see that big grin on his face in the dim morning light. He wanted her to go with us, wanted it bad.

“I imagine Kavan and Kathryn’ll zip theirs together. And Arial and Brad. I know I’m going to zip mine and your Mom’s together. We’ll still probably have to sleep in thermal underwear or sweat-suits.”

“Yeah, Dad, I’d love to spoon up against her in thermals. She’s hot.”

“Last question, Squirt. What’s she going to say if I start making love to your Mother in our sleeping bag? And maybe Kavan and Kathryn do it too. And even Arial and Brad, if he can get over being embarrassed about it.”

“I’ll warn her ‘bout what might go on, Dad. She and I already talk about stuff like that. I’ll keep her busy while all of you are doing it. I’d love to get my head under the sleeping bag and try to get my mouth on her pussy in the dark. I think that’d be lots of fun. Can I invite her, huh?”

“Yeah, invite her, Squirt. Just be sure she can handle it.”

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We came back in the house on the rear basement level. I could tell my thermal underwear was damp with sweat and would need washing. The microfiber wind-suits were almost too good in keeping out the cold. Kerry started to say something and I stopped him with one finger to my lips. I listened for a minute and couldn’t hear any sounds of activity anywhere in the house.

“We can shower down here if we’re quiet. OK with you?”

He nodded and we both started stripping. I felt my usual fatherly pride watching him get naked. He was all long arms and legs, slim but not skinny looking, just not an ounce of fat anywhere on him.

“How much do you weigh now?” I whispered.

“One fifteen. And I’m five seven tall.”

“Your Mom’s five nine. You’ll be taller than her within the year or so.”

“How tall do you guess I’m going to be, Dad?”

“I’m six one and that’s taller than average for a man. Your Mom’s taller than the average woman. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re taller than I am by the time you’re grown. I wasn’t as tall as you when I was your age.”

I’d finally put tempered glass walls around the shower area. Siobhan and the girls had complained too much that it caused humidity problems in the basement and house when we used it. I’d installed a moisture-barrier ceiling and an exhaust fan through the outside wall. The result was a tightly-enclosed area that now became a steam room if we set the showers on hot.

That’s what I did this time. I turned on one of the showerheads to hot only and directed it against the wall. The other I adjusted to a comfortable temperature. Kerry and I took turns getting wet and warm. I took the bottle of liquid bath soap and the back brush off the shelf and handed them to Kerry. When I bent over with my hands just above my knees, he knew what I wanted. He squirted the soap all over my back and gave me a good scrubbing. When I’d had enough, I returned the favor for him.

When he straightened up, he had a hard-on again. He saw me looking at it and gave me another grin. I knew he was proud of it and wanted me to be proud of him. I’d seen him with an erection hundreds or thousands of times but he always seemed to be proud of it and wanted me to feel the same way.

“Hold it straight out, Son.”

He pushed it down with one finger until it was sticking out at roughly a 90-degree angle to his body. I squatted down beside him to see if I could see any curvature in it. He was right. Even with his finger on the head holding it down, I could detect just the slightest upward curve.

I reached up, took hold of his dick, and slid the foreskin back and forth a couple of times. I reached back between his legs and cupped his balls in the palm of my hand, sort of weighing them. In a year they’d gone from marble to golf-ball size. I straightened up and gave him a quick hug.

“You’re developing beautifully, Kerry. It may curve slightly but it’ll never be a problem for you or any of your lady friends. I think you’re going to be the tallest male in our family - and the one with the biggest dick.”

He really gave me a grin when I said that. He dropped his hand back down to his dick and started slowly stroking it, looking down at it. I’d seen him masturbate a few times and he’d seen me when I demonstrated for him before he hit puberty. I wondered how far he wanted to go with us together. In spite of myself, I felt a warm surge in my own dick. He lifted his face up and looked me in the eyes.

“Come on, Dad, let’s do it.”

“What, Son?”

“Jack off! I’ve only seen you do it a couple of times; you haven’t seen me do it lately. I can really come now too. I’ll bet I can shoot farther then you can.”

“Kerry, I’m not going to get in a jack-off contest with you. You go ahead and do it. I’m going upstairs to start breakfast.”

“Dad, please,” he said, looking at me with a pleading look. “I’m turning into a man. I want you to see me. I know how much you love me. I want you to see what sort of man you’ve got for a son.”

I hesitated. I really wanted to watch him. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to watch me again. If we did it, I didn’t know whether I wanted to win or whether I wanted him to win.

“Besides, Dad, you’re almost hard already. You know you want to. Let’s let it be just between us men.” He used that grin again, one of his most persuasive arguments.

I moved back under the hot water and warmed up again. Kerry moved directly in front of me. He reached down with one hand and pushed his dick down perpendicular to me. With the other, he lifted mine until it was pointed at him. He looked down at them, evidently comparing mine with his. When he was satisfied, he looked up into my eyes again and slowly stroked my dick back and forth a few times. I gave in.

I reached down and started stroking. He did the same. We stood watching each other, looking down at what our hands were doing on our cocks most of the time, occasionally glancing up into each other’s faces. It didn’t take him long. I could see the muscles in his stomach and thighs tighten and his balls draw up. He turned to the side, out from under the shower, and I knew he was close.

When he came, he put on quite a demonstration of youthful firepower. The first squirts flew a few feet, landing on the concrete shower floor a good three feet from his toes. The rest trailed back in a line towards his feet.

Shit! It made me want to come too. I tensed up, squeezed my buttocks and internal muscles, and stroked my dick faster and faster. When I felt the first contractions begin, I turned to the side too, in the same direction Kerry had shot. If we were having a distance contest, he won. I shot heavier, much heavier than his little squirts, but he beat me on distance. I don’t know if mine even traveled two feet.

I knew what I wanted to say. “You win, Kerry. You really could shoot your eye out.”

Upstairs in the kitchen, I put on a pot of coffee and pulled out all kinds of fruit to make a mixed-fruit bowl for the family. Kerry knew what I was doing because he’d helped more than once. He dug in the drawer for a couple of small knives.

“Dad, do you ever feel like Arial’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?”

I looked at him and wondered what had provoked this question.

“Yes, Kerry, for about the last sixteen years.”

“She was here in the kitchen yesterday when I came in to get a glass of milk. She had on those blue sweats she likes. The sun was shining in on her back and it made her hair look like a gold halo or something. She was looking down at her learner’s permit and I couldn’t see her eyes, just those long eyelashes. I just stood looking at her until she looked up and saw me. Her face sort of lit up and she gave me a smile, almost made me feel goose-bumpy.”

“I know that feeling, Kerry. I look at her lots of times and wonder how I got such a beautiful creature for a daughter. Course, I wonder the same thing about you sometimes.”

“You love us, don’t you, Dad?”

“Yeah, Squirt, I do. All of you.”

He sat quietly for a minute or so, peeling apples and cutting them up.

“Can you play catch with me this afternoon?”

“Wanna break in that new glove I got you?”

“Yeah, it’s too stiff. Is it OK if I ask Kavan and the three of us go down to the park and throw for a while?

“About two o’clock. It ought to be warm enough to be comfortable.”

“OK. Dad, I love Arial too. I don’t understand it. She’s always so sweet and nice to me but that’s not it. It’s like I don’t have any choice about whether I love her. Is that the way it’ll be when I get a girl-friend?”

“I imagine so, Kerry. From the first time I saw your mother, I felt like I didn’t have any choice. It’s still that way now. But I thought Leigh was your girl friend.”

“I guess so, Dad. I like her a lot and I want to do stuff with her but I don’t love her like I love Arial or Mom. Sometimes, I just can’t figure out this love stuff. Sometimes I want to bust up with her ‘cause I can’t talk to her about intelligent stuff and sometimes I want to stick my dick in her and leave it there.”

“Get used to it, Kerry,” I said.

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(KERRY)

After lunch on Saturday, I helped Mom clean the kitchen. There wasn’t much to do so I volunteered. I guess it surprised her but I wasn’t doing it just to be nice.

I scrubbed the casserole dish from Friday night’s dinner, a beef and potato and onion mix with lots of garlic and wine. It was one of our favorites even if we did smell like garlic for a while.

Mom caught me looking at her and I guess that made her curious. I loved looking at her. She didn’t have any make up on and the freckles across her nose and cheeks were easy to see. Mine were just like hers but not quite as many. Her red hair was sort of messed up again but it was still beautiful.

“What is it, Kerry?” she asked.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know how to say what I was feeling. I just went up to her and gave her a big hug and buried my face in the hair beside her neck. I felt like crying and I didn’t know why. She rubbed my neck with one hand and my back with the other. I guess she knew how to fix whatever was bothering me. After a couple of minutes, I felt OK. I gave her a big smile and helped her finish up with the dishes.

Saturday night all six of us helped fix supper together again. Dad had eaten some Japanese stuff called sukiyaki when he’d gone to San Francisco on a consulting trip and wanted all of us to try it. Mom had gotten all the stuff for it and we mainly just had to clean and cut up vegetables. I don’t guess there’s much I don’t like and I liked sukiyaki except for the tofu. I was the one that said “yuk” this time and it’s strange because Arial didn’t. Kavan said he liked the sake stuff that Dad said went with a Japanese dinner. I tasted it and I thought it tasted like something you clean floors with. I was still a little hungry when we’d eaten most everything and I had another bowl of rice with the last of the cooking sauce.

Kavan and Kathryn went to bed about seven-thirty. Said they were going to watch TV. Yeah, sure. I think they just turned the TV on so we couldn’t hear them moaning and groaning and banging the headboard against the wall. Arial had her head in a book and she went to bed a few minutes later. Mom and Dad and I were in the living room listening to the classical music program Dad likes on Saturday night. I especially liked that Saint-Saens organ symphony. When it was over at eight, they said they were going to bed too. At least they didn’t pretend they were going to watch TV. We all knew they liked some long leisurely lovemaking, that’s Dad’s words, on Saturday night. Dad told me to turn off the sound system and I guess he thought I was going to listen to the jazz program that came on after the one he liked. I listened to it a while but I didn’t really want to listen to music. I didn’t know what I wanted. I was tired but I didn’t feel like sleeping. I wanted to talk to Mom and Dad. I hoped maybe they’d put up with me for a few minutes if they weren’t asleep.

I knocked on their door real easy. I figured if they were already doing it they wouldn’t hear me and I’d just go on to bed. But I heard Mom say, “Come in.”

When I went in, Mom and Dad were both naked and ready for bed. I could see the comforter and blankets turned back but the bed hadn’t been messed up yet. Mom was sitting on a chair and Dad was behind her brushing her hair. Dad already had a semi-woody sticking out. I’d seen him brush her hair lots of time. I knew he liked to do it. I did too. I brushed Mom’s sometimes and Arial’s every day or two. Before she got it cut, Arial’s was so long and silky straight it was like the softest stuff you’ve ever touched and it took a long time to brush it. Now it was so short it didn’t take long at all. I brushed Kathryn’s once in a while too but most of the time she didn’t worry about it because hers was short too. I sat down on the foot of the bed and watched Dad brushing Mom’s hair. I didn’t know how to say what I was feeling but I wanted to try. Maybe they’d understand.

“Mom, sometimes I wish I could be like Peter Pan. Never grow up, I mean.”

“Why, Kerry? I thought you were very happy to be turning into a man.”

“Yeah, it’s OK. But sometimes I wish I was just eleven and still a little kid.”

I guessed they’d probably think I just wanted to be a little baby again so somebody’d take care of me all the time. But that wasn’t it.

“Why’s that, Kerry?”

“I haven’t gotten in bed with you and Dad in a long time now. Not since my dick started growing so much, I guess. You two used to let me get between you and you’d hold me. I miss that.”

“We haven’t chased you off, Kerry,” Dad said. “I guess I thought you were ready to start gradually separating from us. That’s the way it goes, you know. You’re gonna be more interested in connecting with girls than staying with us. You’re gonna find one some day and make a permanent connection. It’s just the way we all change.”

“I know. But I still hate that it’s that way.”

I wondered if they’d really understand. When I was eleven, I’d get in bed with them once in a while. I especially liked it when we could all be naked. Dad would spoon up to my butt and Mom’d let me spoon up against hers. Or she’d face me and let me hold her breast. That was really nice. I loved to lay there with them, with my mouth on Mom’s breast. If it was a little cool, we’d have a blanket over us. It was like I wanted to stay there forever, warm with them.

“Is it turning into a man that’s changing you, Kerry?” Dad asked. “Is that why you haven’t crawled in bed with us in about the last year?”

Maybe he could understand. He had a dick too.

“I guess so, Dad. It’s like my dick wants me to do something and I don’t want to.”

“Just try not to think with it too often, Son.”

Dad gave me a big grin. He understood. 

“When I was little, I could get in bed with you and Mom and you’d wrap me all up. Sometimes you’d put your hand down over my dick and balls and just let it be there. I remember once, Mom had her hand on me and you put yours over hers. I know I got hard-ons all the time but they never bothered me. I didn’t feel like I had to do anything with my dick no matter how long it stayed hard.”

“It’s changed now, hasn’t it, Son?”

“Yeah Dad, it sure has. Now when it gets hard I feel like I’ve got to do something with it. The longer it stays hard, the more I feel that way. I probably jack off two or three times every day.”

“That’s just normal, Kerry. I’ve been telling you that for years.”

“Yeah, Dad, but I’m just now understanding what you’ve been telling me.”

“Is that why you haven’t been coming to get in bed with us? If you get a hard-on, you’ll feel like you have to do something with it. You just want to be loved and your dick wants sex?”

“I don’t know what I want, Dad. My dick sure doesn’t know what it wants either.”

“You don’t remember it,” Mom said, “but when you were little, your dick was your pacifier. You had colic about the time you were a year old. I weaned you when you were about eight months because you started biting me when I nursed you. When you were crying, I’d cuddle you up to my breasts and play with your penis. It was about as big as my thumb then. I don’t guess you ever had orgasms then but it’d quiet you down and you’d go to sleep.”

Mom stood up and took Dad’s hand. She walked over to me and held out her other hand to me. I took it.

“Come on, you two. I’d like to cuddle with my two men.”

Mom made me get in the middle, with Dad on one side and her on the other. She kept pushing me until I figured out what she wanted. I scooted down on the bed a little until my face was right at her breasts. She took her right one in her hand and sort of offered it to me. I loved the strawberry color of her nipple. I loved it even more when I couldn’t see it and it was in my mouth.

Dad spooned up behind me. He had a hard-on too. His sure felt big against my butt and I wondered how Mom felt about having something so big inside of her. I was hard but not as big as Dad. I couldn’t imagine being bigger than him. Boy that would be almost too big.

After a little while, Mom pushed me back so I was laying flat on my back. She put her hand on my dick and started sort of slowly jacking me. Not really doing it, sort of just playing with it and sliding the skin up and down real easy. I looked over at Dad and he was watching her do it. He reached over too and put his hand on Mom’s. They both did it together a little and then Mom slid her hand down and around my balls while Dad kept doing it real slow. They might have been slow but I knew I was going to come. I’d only come once today and that was early this morning.

I guess they could tell I was getting closer to coming. Mom wrapped her hand around my dick and Dad sort of wrapped his around hers. I wondered how Mom knew how I liked it – with her hand around my dick low enough so that my foreskin slid over the head on the upstroke. I couldn’t take it when my hand rubbed against the head unless I had lots of baby oil on it. I guess she knew how from Dad because we’re just alike except that he’s bigger. I could feel my balls drawing up and I knew it was going to be a good one. I just hoped I didn’t shoot Mom’s or Dad’s eye out. When it started, I tried again to count the number of times I squirted but it didn’t work. It’s funny how you can’t think when you’re coming. I guess Mom had my dick pretty much straight up because, when I finally looked up, Mom and Dad both had my semen on their hands. 

“Sorry about that,” I said.

“S’OK, Squirt,” Mom said. “It went up over a foot and fell back down. At least you didn’t shoot my eye out.”

I punched Dad on the shoulder. I guess he always told her everything but I didn’t care. He went in the bathroom and got a wet washcloth and a towel. It was nice having somebody else clean up my mess for a change.

“Are you ready to go back to your own bed, Kerry?” Dad asked.

“Yeah, I guess. But I’d rather stay with you and Mom.”

“Your Mother and I’d sorta like to be alone, Kerry. You know we like to make love on Saturday night if we can. We need to take the time to reconnect with each other.”

“Reconnect?” I didn’t know what he meant.

“Yes, Son,” Dad started with a little exasperation and I knew I was about to get another lecture. “The best thing in my life is connecting with your Mother. I don’t mean just having my dick in her. That’s just part of it. It’s not just about connecting our bodies. It’s about how our sex and our love connect our lives and how all that connects with you three kids. Maybe you’re starting to lose that connection with us.”

“I guess that’s what I’m starting to do but if it is I don’t like it.”

“It happens very gradually, Kerry,” Mom said. “Kavan’s already pretty much disconnected from us and joined with Kathryn. Arial’s started to separate too and maybe she’ll join with Brad. Maybe that’s why I want to stay connected with you as long as I can.”

“Can I stay then? I won’t bother you. I’d like to watch you and Dad. I guess I understand some of what you’re saying.”

“Kerry, you understand a lot of what we’re telling you. You know your Mom and I like to be by ourselves when we make love. We share lots with you kids but this is something just between me and your Mom.”

“Aw, come on, Dad, your dick’s over here and Mom’s on the other side of the bed. It’s not between you yet.”

Mom popped me on my stomach with the palm of her hand.

“Kerry Lee Stuart, what’re we going to do with you?

“Let me stay?” I pleaded. I used my grin on them.

Dad gave in first. He always does.

“OK, Kerry, you can stay. You’ve seen us before. I don’t guess it’d hurt for you to see us again. Now move over on the other side of your Mother.”

I got up on my hands and knees and moved to the other side of Mom. She wiggled over toward Dad and he stretched out behind her and spooned up to her. I propped my head up with one arm and watched to see how they did it.

Mom lifted her right leg up in the air a little and reached down and arranged Dad’s dick so it was between her legs, up against her pussy. She didn’t try to put it in or anything, just pushed the foreskin back and then rubbed just under the head of Dad’s dick. Dad let her do it a little and I guess he liked it because he shut his eyes. Then she reached down and sort of milked his dick down and squeezed out some clear drops of stuff. I knew what it was but I couldn’t remember except that it was the stuff that drooled out and made pecker tracks. Mom rubbed it all around on the head of his dick. Then she did some sort of trick where she moved her hips around and pushed Dad’s dick upward a little and it just popped right into her. Neat! I wanted to learn how that one’s done. 

Dad was real easy for a little while, just easing his dick in and out, mostly in because I could see it was going in deeper and deeper. They both shifted position somehow and the next thing I know, Dad could get it in almost all the way in and his balls were almost up against Mom.

I got hard again almost as soon as Dad put it in so I started stroking mine in sync with Dad’s pushes. Mom was watching me and she saw what I was doing. She gave me a big smile and I gave her one in return.

“Kerry,” Dad said, “would you like to help me?”

“Sure, Dad, whattaya want me to do?”

“Your Mother likes to have her breasts sucked on while I’m making love to her. Could you do that for me?”

Could I? Boy! I’d be glad to do that. I moved over in front of Mom and tried to decide which one. Mom decided. She put her hand on her right one and kind of held it out toward me. I shut my eyes and let my mouth find the nipple and started sucking, not hard, just easy.

Mom didn’t say anything but I think she liked it. After Dad and I did it a while she reached over and grabbed my hand and tried to put it down between her legs. I would have been glad to help her but she tried to turn my wrist the wrong way. When I said “Ow, Mom,” she let go and I turned it the right way. I figured she wanted me to touch her up at the top of her pussy. Leigh loved it when I touched her on her little bump. Mom did too.

Dad had his hand on Mom’s hip now and was really humping her. Every time I’d get my finger in the right place, Dad would shove his dick in again and I’d lose my place. I think Mom liked it even if I couldn’t keep my finger on her bump. She was so juicy down there my finger slid all over the place. She was red all across her chest and the tops of her breasts. It looked like my stomach does after Dad holds me down and beards me. She had her hand behind my head and wouldn’t let me stop sucking on her nipple. I didn’t want to stop anyway.

I hadn’t really known Ms. Lauren had come until she had told me. I hadn’t worried about whether Kathryn came or not because I was so busy doing it myself. I think she did too. I guess I was able to figure out when Rachael was coming sometimes when we did it at the cabin. But I wanted Mom to come. I wanted her to feel something as good as I had when she’d jacked me off. She started breathing real fast and heavy and then all of a sudden she took a deep breath and sort of stopped. I guess that’s when she came. She turned loose of my head and grabbed my wrist and held my hand still. My finger was still on her bump and she almost broke it off. When she opened her eyes she smiled at me and I rolled over on my back. I’d helped Dad. My dick was standing up over my stomach and I started stroking it a little.

Dad must not have come because he pulled out from behind Mom and made her lay down on her back. His dick was all swollen and red and looked like it was almost dripping stuff. He got on top of Mom and put it out of sight so quick I heard her stop breathing again. She curled her legs up and around and locked her ankles behind his butt. Then he really started to give it to her. I couldn’t see his face because it was on the other side of Mom. I started giving my dick hell too. I tried to synchronize my strokes to Dad’s but he didn’t have a rhythm established like I did.

He started sliding it in and out of Mom real fast. She had her eyes shut too and she had a look on her face like one I’d never seen before. I don’t know if it was because Dad was hurting her or because he was making it feel so good. She turned her head and looked at me. My face was a couple of feet from hers. She glanced down and saw what I was doing and then looked back up and gave me a smile. She held out one hand and I took it in my other hand, the one that wasn’t doing anything. She’d look down at me stroking my dick and then look back up and in my eyes and she’d smile at me and squeeze my hand.

I don’t think Dad ever got a rhythm established but it didn’t matter. He was grunting and uuhhing and I could tell by the sound when he came. It was almost funny. I hoped I didn’t sound that silly when I did it. Dad slowed down to a stop and I figured I’d better hurry up. I tightened up the muscles in my legs and butt and jacked as fast as I could. It worked. I squirted out one string that flew up on my chest. The next one came out like a white string with a drop on the end and flew straight for my face. I turned my head as the last split second and it landed on the side of my face. It would have got my eye if I hadn’t had fast reflexes. When I stopped shooting, I looked at Mom. She was laughing like she’d seen something funny.

I thought I’d better be nice to Mom and Dad after they’d been so nice to me. I got up and got some warm washcloths and towels for them. I wiped my face clean with cold water while I was waiting for the water to run warm for them. 

They didn’t chase me to my bed after all. Mom spooned up against my butt and Dad spooned up against hers. Mom cupped her hand around my balls and sort of teased my dick with her thumb. I really liked that, the way it felt when her fingertips were just behind my balls and she was sliding my foreskin up and down on the head of my dick with her thumb. It was my pacifier, huh? I was thinking about what connections meant when I went to sleep.

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(KAVAN)

The call came about mid-afternoon on a Friday. Joanne had started having contractions – a couple of weeks early. Stuart had taken her to the hospital. Ms. Lauren was still at home with little Paul. She wanted to let us know and to ask if somebody could come over to take care of Paul while she went to the hospital.

Kathryn and I had just come in from school. We’d stayed about an hour after so I could practice soccer. Arial and Kerry had been home for about an hour. Arial took the call. She wanted to go take care of Paul but didn’t think she should without permission. Kerry wanted to go with her. I knew Kathryn or I’d have to drive them since Brad hadn’t planned on coming over until Saturday. And they might be there until late or maybe all night.

“Call Dad and tell him. Ask him if you and Kerry can go,” I advised her. “If he says OK, I’ll drive you. If not, Kathryn and I’ll go. I’d love to see the house she’s building now that they’ve moved in.”

“I saw it last week,” Kerry piped up. “It’s a long way from being finished. They got enough done so they could move in at the end of December. They’re just in the new house part. The old Freeloft house’s been redone outside and they’re just starting on the inside of it. That new part’s really something. It’s huge and the way they’ve used that old timber and stones make it like a work of art. All that glass makes it look like you’re outdoors and you can see for miles now they’ve cleared some of the underbrush. They’re going to put in a pool between the old building and the new one.”

Arial called Dad at work and told him the baby was coming. He was real excited about being a grandfather again. He said Arial and Kerry could go but they’d have to plan on staying overnight. Arial asked if she could invite Brad to come stay with her and Kerry and he said OK if she cleared it with Ms. Lauren. He said nobody knows when a baby will decide to be born and he didn’t want anybody to have to come pick them up in the middle of the night if Ms. Lauren came back from the hospital.

Kathryn and I both drove them over to Lauren’s house. She was in a hurry to go to the hospital because Joanne was dilated almost enough for the baby to be born. She said she’d call Arial and me when the baby came.

We got back home just a few minutes before Mom and Dad came in. I guessed they’d both be tired from work and they were. He asked about Joanne and the baby and I told him Ms. Lauren was at the hospital and would call us when the baby was born. Kathryn and I pulled out the beef bourguignon left over from Wednesday night. I knew it’d be even better two days old than it was when we made it. I opened a bottle of red wine and toasted some bread and Kathryn fixed some apples and cheddar cheese to go with it.

Mom and Dad were stressed out. Dad had been putting in too many long days since he took the new job as head of Andersen Security. About eight, they decided to go to their bedroom and get in the Jacuzzi together.

Kathryn and I were in our sweat suits and we decided to stay up and watch TV while we waited for Ms. Lauren to call. We’d hardly gotten settled down on the couch when the call came. Joanne had another little boy and both were fine. No problems. She told me a secret: that Stuart and Joanne wanted to name the boy Kieran Lee, his first name after his grandfather and his middle name after Kerry. They wanted to be the ones to tell Dad and I promised I’d pretend I didn’t know. I went downstairs to the old refrigerator and found a bottle of champagne. I found plastic cups in the kitchen and told Kathryn to come with me while I told Mom and Dad. Their bathroom door was shut so I knew to knock.

“Come in,” I heard Mom say, sort of quiet and sleepy-like.

They were both at the same end of the Jacuzzi. Dad was against the end of the tub and Mom was in front of him. She had her head leaned back against Dad’s shoulder. I could see her breasts just at the top of the swirling water. Dad’s hand was on her left one. I could see the nipple on the right one and it looked like it was hard. I guessed that they were probably playing around.

Dad gave me a big smile and then suddenly Mom’s eyes popped open and she smiled up at me too. When I looked closer I could see Dad’s right arm curving around Mom and down into the water. I knew where he had his fingers. 

They looked at the bottle of champagne and they knew. Dad was a grandfather again. I gave them the good news. Joanne had a seven-pound boy about an hour ago. I didn’t tell them that Stuart and Joanne wanted to name him Kieran Lee.

“We brought a bottle of champagne. We’d like to celebrate with you,” Kathryn said.

“That’s very nice of you two,” Dad said. “Would you like to get in the Jacuzzi with us?”

Kathryn looked at me. I knew she’d said she didn’t want to get his dick in her anymore – that if she had a baby she wanted to know it was mine. When she said it she acted like she was kidding but I knew she meant it.

“Will you be good, Dad?” I asked.

“Oh, probably not, but come on in anyway.”

He put his arms under Mom and pushed her up. I didn’t know what he was doing. He stood up too. His dick was sort of red and swollen and his balls were hanging real loose. He moved down to the other end of the Jacuzzi and then got Mom back in front of him again.

“I want you two to have that end of the Jacuzzi,” he said.

I didn’t understand why but I didn’t question him. Kathryn started stripping and I followed her. It didn’t take much since we just had on our sweat suits and white socks. I watched Dad watching Kathryn, as she got naked. Eat your heart out, I thought; she’s mine.

When I was naked, I opened the bottle and poured four cups and put them down on the edge of the tub. I eased down on the end where Dad had been and held up my hand to Kathryn. She settled down between my legs. I started to reach for one of the cups of champagne but Kathryn stopped me.

“Give me your hand,” she said. 

I didn’t know what she meant. She took my hand and pulled it under the water and put it between her legs. After a little I understood. I could feel jets of hot water hitting against my hand every second or so. Boy, I’ll bet that gave Mom a good orgasm or two, with Dad’s fingers playing around while the pulses of hot water hit against her pussy.

I looked at Dad. He held his hand up out of the water and sort of waved two fingers like he was rubbing something. I knew what he’d been doing with Mom.

“Tension reliever,” he said, with a big grin.

We toasted Joanne and Stuart and the baby. Dad called him Little Who Ever You Are because he didn’t know what they were going to name him. I wanted to tell him but I knew I couldn’t. A cup of champagne, hot water swirling around, and my girl in my arms: it really was a tension tamer. Dad had his hands on Mom’s shoulders and was kneading her. I figured Kathryn would like it too so I followed Dad’s example.

After a little while, Dad let one hand slip under the water and I could see it on Mom’s breast. I followed his example. Then Dad let his other hand slip under the water and I couldn’t see where it was but I knew from Mom’s expression. I followed his example again. I wished I could have seen Kathryn’s face. I sat and watched Dad and Mom while he was doing it to Mom and they sat and watched me and Kathryn while I was doing it to Kathryn. I can sometimes tell when Kathryn comes now but I didn’t have any doubt this time. She had her hands on my legs, just behind my knees. I knew I’d have fingernail marks there tomorrow. Damn, why do women think they have to mark us up like that?

Mom made Dad stop. She pulled away from him, patted the edge of the Jacuzzi, and told him to get up here. This time Dad almost had a hard-on. His dick looked like mine does sometimes, almost as big as it’s going to get and just on the edge of getting hard. He sat down on the side of the tub and Mom turned sideways and got in front of him. She put one hand on each of Dad’s thighs and pushed them as far apart as she could. She wrapped her hand around his dick and stroked it until it was hard. Then she leaned over and opened her mouth for Dad’s dick. Got it in on her first try and then started sucking.

Kathryn and I were just watching but I knew I had to do something too because my dick was so hard it was aching. She pulled away from me and then patted the side of the tub beside Dad. I knew what she meant; I got up there beside Dad. I knew what Kathryn was going to do and it made me hot because she’s good at sucking cock. She got in the same position as Mom and started with me. I looked over at Dad and gave him a smile. I hoped he was enjoying it as much as I was. We both just let them do it all they wanted to. I knew I was going to come but I wasn’t in any hurry.

After a few minutes, Mom stood up and moved between me and Kathryn. She pushed Kathryn toward Dad and Kathryn moved to that end of the tub. It was OK with me if she sucked Dad’s cock. As good as he was to us, I figured it’d be OK if she was good to him. It would be OK as long as he didn’t try to get his dick in her pussy anymore.

When Kathryn was in place in front of Dad, Mom knelt down in front of me and wrapped her hand around my dick. I hadn’t expected it but I knew what she and Kathryn were up to. Kathryn nodded to Mom and they both bent down and stared sucking at the same time. Mom was just as good at it as Kathryn. I guessed she’d had more practice but Kathryn loved to do it too. I hadn’t come since last night and I knew one of them was going to get a load if I didn’t stop them. I was about to make them quit when Kathryn stopped sucking Dad and stood up and moved over in front of me. Mom stayed on her knees and moved over to Dad. Kathryn got down on her knees in the tub and, when Mom nodded to her, they both started sucking dick again. Shit, I couldn’t stop this. If one of them got a mouthful, it was just tough luck. I guess Dad didn’t feel that way though. He stood up and his dick popped out of Mom’s mouth.

“Excuse me, ladies,” he said, “as much as I’m enjoying your lingual lasciviousness, it’s not what I want tonight. I want some good old-fashioned loving. Would one of you like to oblige me?”

Honest, that’s what he said. I thought Mom and Kathryn’d crack up. He put his hand on my shoulder and stepped out of the tub. I got up too and got out. Old-fashioned loving? Sounded pretty good to me. But I knew I’d kick Kathryn’s ass if she volunteered for Dad after what she’d said about wanting to be sure any baby she had was mine. Mom and Kathryn got out too and we all started drying off. 

“Well, Kathryn,” Mom said, “you said you thought Kavan was as big as his Dad now. I still don’t think so. When I had my hand around Kieran’s cock, my thumb and fingertips were about a half-inch apart. Around Kavan’s it was more like a quarter-inch apart.”

Kathryn giggled. “I think they’re the same. My mouth felt the same around Kieran’s as it did around Kavan’s. They’re both just a big mouth full.”

Dad wasn’t about to let them get away with it. “Kavan, I think these ladies need to be taken to bed and soundly screwed. Well, maybe not soundly because I hope they shut up. Whattaya say, if we can get them in the bed, wanna take a crack at it?”

“Sure, Dad, I’d love to take a crack at somebody’s crack. I just hope I don’t get a crick in my back from a crack attack.” I knew I sounded silly when I said it but I didn’t give a shit. They had started it.

“Kavan Stuart, don’t you dare call my cunt a crack,” Mom giggled. “I won’t tolerate your insults. I’m your Mother. I demand your respect.”

“Yeah, Kavan, don’t insult your Mom,” Kathryn said. “Anyway I want the biggest dick in the house. If I’m going to play make-a-baby, I want a cock I can feel. I’m tired of Kavan’s little thing.”

Shit! I couldn’t believe it. A little teasing was OK but I couldn’t believe she wanted to Dad to do it. She’d said more than once he’d had his one crack at her. Maybe Dad knew how I felt about it because he came to my rescue.

“Kavan, she says she wants the biggest dick in the house. Come here and put yours up to mine,” he said.

I looked at Dad and I knew what he was doing. He wasn’t hard all the way now. I still was. Damn, he was one great Dad. I stood directly in front of him with my dick in my right hand. He had his in his right hand too. I laid mine beside his in his hand. They looked about the same to me.

“Ladies, come look. It’s official. Kavan’s got the biggest dick in the house. I guess Kathryn’ll have to settle for it tonight.”

Mom and Kathryn came over and looked. They were giggling and they didn’t really look that close. I wondered if Kathryn had really meant it and whether she’d have let Dad screw her if he hadn’t let me be the biggest.

“Well, I don’t mind settling for second biggest,” Mom said. “Come on, Kieran, let’s go play make-a-baby. See you kids in the morning.”

I took Kathryn’s hand and started to go downstairs to our bedroom. My dick was still rigid and it almost hurt to have it flop around so I held it with my other hand.

“Aw, come on, Siobhan,” Dad said. He wasn’t through yet. “I was sort of hoping we could have a little contest – see who could last the longest at playing make-a-baby. Our bed’s king-size. The winner gets to be king for the night.”

“Make me a baby, make me a baby,” Kathryn started singing. I knew the tune but those weren’t the words. But Kathryn’s words fit the tune.

“Make me a baby, make me a baby, come, make me a mommy tonight,” Mom picked up the tune and I was close to naming it. Something about luck is a lady.

I guess it was OK with Mom if Kathryn and I stayed. Dad took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He threw the comforter on the floor at the foot of the bed and then pushed Mom down on the bed. She almost bounced. Dad was down on his knees beside the bed before she got settled. Dad pulled her toward him a little, spread her legs apart, and bent over and gave Mom a quick kiss on her stomach just below her navel. He looked up at me and Kathryn.

“You two want a special invitation? Are you coming to the party?”

Hell, yes, I was coming. I sure as hell was coming. I had Kathryn in position beside Mom in less than a minute.

Kathryn’s pubic hair, what little there was left after she trimmed it, was damp and soft from the Jacuzzi. I used both thumbs to part it and brush it to the sides and bare her clitoral shaft. Lower down, around her vagina, there wasn’t much to begin with and I’d shaved it a couple of nights earlier. Damn, it looked like a feast. I wondered if it was possible to inherit a gene for liking cunnilingus. Dad always said it was one of the greatest things about sex for him. I guess I’m going to be the same way. Maybe it’s just something all men like to do. It sure gets a woman in the mood to be fucked.

I looked over at Dad to see what he was doing with Mom. He’d done the same thing I did, just sort of cleared up the playing field. He nodded and lowered his mouth down to Mom’s pussy. I lowered mine to Kathryn’s. I was in no hurry. I sort of figured we’d keep playing as long as we wanted to tonight. I just kept my hands on the inside of her thighs and used my tongue on her vaginal lips. I didn’t even try to get to her clit. I just licked where I knew it was and waited for it to crawl out and ask for attention. I did one thing I knew she liked; I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and tried to see how deep in her I could get it. That always drove her wild. She was squeaky clean inside and her juices hadn’t got started that much. She still smelled and tasted sort of like wildflowers or whatever that bath oil was that Mom had put in the water.

I rose up, took a deep breath, and looked over at Dad. He was doing about the same thing I was except he had his thumbs on each side of Mom’s pussy and was pulling it open wider. He was just sort of grazing, I guess, like I was, just licking up one side of cunt to her clit and then up the other. The time I’d got at Mom’s cunt I hadn’t really seen what I was doing because there wasn’t much light on the deck that night. I could see it now and she was really different from Kathryn. Mom was all pink and coral and red down there, especially that red hair of hers. Kathryn was darker with her black hair and darker on her pussy lips. She didn’t turn pink and then red until I got deeper in her or got her really hot.

I guess Dad saw me looking out of his peripheral vision. He looked up at me and smiled. His lips looked wet already. I guess he’d got Mom hot quicker.

“Let’s swap, Dad.”

“You sure, Kavan? I thought Kathryn was pretty much off limits to me.”

“Just off limits to your dick, Dad. Let’s swap. Show Kathryn what an expert can do.”

“Well, if you wanna be that way, your Mom’s off limits to your dick too. You can use your amateur tongue if you want to.”

“I’m no amateur, Dad. I got my cunt-lapping gene from you. Come on, swap!” 

“Hear that, ladies. Kavan wants to swap. Hold up your hand if it’s OK.”

I saw four hands lift up in the air. I crawled on my knees to the other side of Dad and he moved down in front of Kathryn. I lifted Mom’s legs up over my back, splayed them out wide, and did what Dad had been doing to Mom’s pussy – used my thumbs to spread the lips apart so I could lick and suck on everything. Within a couple of minutes, Mom was squirming and I knew she was close. I guess Kathryn was too. Dad said swap this time and crawled around me to get back in place with Mom.

I started with Kathryn and it didn’t take long to see she was ready too. She started trying to pull me bald-headed and rub my nose on her clit and I decided it was time. I eased two fingers inside her and started sliding them in and out while I pressed upward. If there was a damned “G-spot” there I’d never found it but it seemed to work pretty good. I fastened my mouth on her clit and started sucking while I gave her hell with my fingers. Sure-fire way of making a woman go off. Kathryn got a couple of clumps of hair out of my head and almost smothered me in her cunt. I didn’t care.

Dad stood up and held out his hand to me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. We were both hard and pointing up at about a forty-five degree angle. Dad looked at my dick and then looked down at his own. He looked at mine and then back at his own.

“Shit, Kavan, you’re so much like me I couldn’t tell the difference if you didn’t have that red hair.”

I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything.

“I guess I’ve still been thinking of you as a kid for the last few years. Damn, you’re no kid. You’re a man, Kavan. I’m proud you’re my son.”

I figured I’d better laugh so I wouldn’t cry. “Thanks, Dad. Now are we going to make these ladies give us some old-fashioned loving?”

“That we are, Kavan, my boy. Let’s play make-me-a-mommy with them. But I am not racing you. I’m taking my time with your Mom. You and Kathryn can watch how an expert does it.”

“I’m not watching, Dad. Kathryn’s about to get screwed too.”

“You two talk a lot,” Kathryn sneered. “Long on words, short on deeds.”

Dad and I showed them we weren’t short on deeds. He got Mom on one side of the bed and I got Kathryn on the other. He bent Mom almost in half and got her legs locked around his middle. I did him one better. I got Kathryn’s ankles up around my neck. That’s about when I stopped noticing what Dad was doing because I was busy doing something myself.

Kathryn was still trying to sing, “Make me a baby” and giggling at the same time. It’s hard to make love to a giggling woman but I managed.

I don’t know whether the missionaries ever really did it in the missionary position. Maybe they just did it with the man on top and the woman spreading her legs enough for him to get it in. That’s not what Kathryn and I liked. She liked to bring her legs back and spread them. She liked it when I could get my dick so deep in her my balls were bouncing off her ass-cheeks. She liked it when I got a pistoning rhythm going good.

Mom started up too. “Make me a baby, make me a baby, come and make me a mommy tonight.” Dad was grunting like he was doing his best to give her one.

The best loving of all, the old fashioned, man on top, woman on bottom, cock encunted, out until just the head of my dick held my place open so I could shove it back in. Starting off slow and savoring every inch of contact with the slick flesh inside her. Loving every delicious minute of it. Knowing it couldn’t last forever but wanting it to. Gradually moving faster and faster and losing more and more contact with anything but my cock in her cunt. First faint feeling of something building, everything so damn intense until the dam breaks, first wave hits, shove it in as far as possible, balls against ass cheeks, let it rip, again and again. 

Kathryn let her legs flop down on the bed beside me but she had her hands on my ass and wasn’t about to let me take my dick out of her. I didn’t want to anyway. I just let it stay there until I quit gasping for breath and my heart slowed down a little.

When I looked over at Mom and Dad, they were still going at it. Dad had the old ramrod working and Mom was grunting like she was putting some real effort into it too. I watched Dad’s dick plowing her and then watched her face to see how close she was. Dad’s face was hidden on the other side of her neck and I couldn’t tell how he was doing. I knew when Dad came though. He shoved his dick in Mom, again and again, so hard he shook the whole bed, and Mom looked like she was moving closer to the headboard. Maybe she came too but I couldn’t tell. They came to an abrupt stop just like Kathryn and me. I waited for them to remember where they were.

When Dad raised his head, he looked over at me and Kathryn. We were still just like them, lying there still connected. Mom looked over at us too and I gave her a big smile. She gave it back to me.

Kathryn pinched my butt and I looked down at her. “Kavan, I think you’d better get us some towels. I’m going to make a mess on your parent’s bed when you take it out if you don’t.”

“Don’t you move, Kavan,” Mom said. “I don’t care if you two make a mess. You just stay with Kathryn. Being close after you make love is more important than bed sheets.”

“She’s right, Kathryn,” Dad said. “The love you share after making love is too damned good to miss out on.”

I’d learned that with Kathryn but I guess I never thought about Mom and Dad feeling that way. I liked to stay on top of Kathryn with my dick inside her until it got soft and her pussy sort of squeezed me out by itself. I liked to kiss her and look at her face when it was all relaxed. I even liked to lick her on her shoulders and neck and taste her when she was all sweaty and hot. But I guess the best part was just talking to her while we were relaxing after we did it. I never could remember what we talked about and I don’t guess that mattered. It was mostly mumbling something in each other’s ears but it was too good to miss out on.

I looked over at Mom and Dad again. Mom was watching me and Kathryn but Dad’s face was hidden on the other side of her. I held out my hand to her and she took my hand in hers and squeezed it. Dad looked up about that time and saw what Mom and I were doing.

I didn’t care if Mom and Dad were watching. I wanted to kiss Kathryn so I did. I just shut my eyes, found her mouth with mine, and teased her tongue out of hiding. I even felt a little sign of life in my dick again but I thought I’d better settle for once tonight.

When I looked up again, Dad was kissing Mom just like I’d been kissing Kathryn. I rolled off Kathryn toward the side of the bed. Fuck the sheets. I curled up behind her and I didn’t care how wet and sloppy my dick was. I didn’t care if her cunt overflowed on me and the sheets. It was just too nice being close to worry about laundry.

But eventually, I guess I did. I got up. Dad was spooned up to Mom and he looked like he was asleep. In the bathroom, I ran warm water and then wet four washcloths. I grabbed a couple of small hand towels and two damp used towels. Back in the bedroom, I passed them out. Dad finally rolled away from Mom and started wiping his dick and balls off. I stood beside the bed and wiped mine off too. Mom and Kathryn wiped off with the washcloths, then used the damp towels and finally stuffed a hand towel between their legs and just lay there. I waited to collect all the cloths and towels so I could put them in the laundry bin. It had been a long day and I was tired and ready for sleep.

“Come on, Kathryn; let’s go get in our own bed.” I held out my hand to her.

“Wait,” Dad said. “Wait a minute. Get back in bed. I want to talk to you two.”

I looked at Mom. I wanted to curl up with Kathryn and go to sleep. I didn’t know whether she wanted us to sleep with them. The bed was king-size but it would still be crowded with four. Mom just nodded at me and I started to crawl back in beside Kathryn.

“Could you put the blanket and comforter back over us, Kavan? It’s beginning to get chilly in here. It must be after ten o’clock.”

The thermostat was set to start dropping to 62 degrees at ten. She was right. It was a little cool. I crawled back in behind Kathryn. Dad reached over and turned out the light and the room was dark.

“Kavan, did I ever tell you I can remember the summer afternoon you were conceived? Your mom does too.”

“No, you’ve never told me.”

“We’d been away from home, the first little house we ever owned, for about a week. One of Dad’s brothers had died. Your Mother had her period before that and it’d been almost two weeks since we’d made love. We got back home and the house was hot and there was a thunderstorm developing.”

“And you had some hot sex, huh, Dad?”

“Yeah, we sure did. We’d talked about starting a family. We had agreed your Mom could quit taking birth-control pills whenever she got ready. She’d stopped over a month earlier and I think she was sort of surprised when she had one more period after stopping. She didn’t have a second one, though.”

“He did it twice that afternoon,” Mom said, “and I told him I’d bet I was pregnant. I missed my next period and I teased him about having twins.”

“I still remember how good the sex was that afternoon,” Dad said. “I think that’s when I really made up my mind I was going to be honest with my kids about sex. That afternoon with your Mom was one of the best things that ever happened to me. Not just because you were conceived. I just felt so connected to her, like we were part of each other. I’d felt like that before but it was such a strong feeling that afternoon.”

“I feel that way with Kathryn sometimes, Dad. She feels it too. We’ve talked about it more than once.”

“I still feel that way with her tonight, Kavan. I know we were all just fooling around and being silly but I still feel connected to your Mom.”

“I thought for a while there you were going to be connected to Kathryn tonight, Dad.”

“Yeah, well, you two shouldn’t tease me like that. I’m glad Kathryn gave an old man a little present once. It was enough to make me feel like a kid again. But you don’t need to worry about me doing anything like that again with her. We might fool around like we did tonight but I’m not putting another buck in her slot machine. I just think it’d be better if you’re the one doing that, Son.”

“Me too, Dad.”

“I’m just rambling, Son. I’m sleepy but I wish I could make you understand how I feel about you and Kathryn.”

“I think we do, Dad.”

“I hope you and Kathryn can make the same sort of connection your Mother and I have. One of these days, I hope you and Kathryn have an afternoon like your Mom and I had and you find out what it’s like to know she’s pregnant and your life’s always going to be connected to hers.”

“Me too, Dad, just not too soon. We want to wait a while.”

“You’re not a kid anymore, Kavan. You’re a man, now. I’m proud you’re my son.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Kavan, I’m going to go running tomorrow morning as usual. Want to go with me?”

“Yeah, Dad, I would. Now shut up and go to sleep.”

I guess he’ll never shut up when he finds out they’ve named his new grandson Kieran Lee.


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