
THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Fifty-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.


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

Brad Weaver, 17; Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Nicole Whittaker, 15

TELLING THE STORY
Arial Stuart

(ARIAL)

“Do that again and I’ll bite it,” he said.

I did it again. As quickly as I could, I stuck out my tongue and pulled it back in my mouth. I thought about saying “I dare you,” but I didn’t. For a few seconds he stood still, just looking at me, some sort of serious expression on his face. Then he walked back over to the bed.

I scooted down and pulled the covers over my head. I felt it when he sat down on the side of the bed and again when he leaned over and propped across me on his hand. I waited. He didn’t do anything. I waited for a minute or so and he still didn’t do anything. Finally, I slid the quilt down.

He was waiting for me. He pulled the quilt down around my knees, then grabbed both my wrists and pushed my arms back against my pillow. He leaned over with his face close to mine. I turned my head to one side and shut my eyes. I could feel his breath on my cheek.

Still holding my wrists, he moved over me and sat down on my tummy. He leaned over again and tried to find my mouth with his. I turned to the other side and he followed me. Then, so suddenly it scared me, he turned loose of one wrist, grabbed my chin with his hand, and turned my face up to his. He held my chin while he brought his mouth against mine, so hard it was painful for a few seconds.

I gave in and opened my mouth to him and he stuck his tongue in mine. I tried to suck it into my mouth and tried to bite it but he pulled away too quickly. I realized he wasn’t holding my wrist any longer and my hand was behind his head. I opened my eyes. His face was inches from mine, his eyes wide open, looking into mine.

“Stick out your tongue,” he whispered.

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes, you will. Do it!”

I tried to stare him down but he didn’t move. 

“Do it!”

I did it. I stuck my tongue out. He lowered his face against mine and opened his mouth against mine. I felt him sucking on my tongue and then his teeth pressing against the tip of it. I shut my eyes again and waited. He bit me, not hard enough to do any damage but hard enough to cause a little pain. I whimpered and he stopped.

When I opened my eyes, his face was still inches from mine. I saw an expression on his face I’d never seen before. He wasn’t smiling. His brows were lowered and his eyes squinting. He moved one hand down to my breast while he still held my wrist pinned with the other. 

“Unbutton your nightgown!” he said.

“No.”

“Do what I said.”

I pulled my other hand away and he released my wrist. I used both hands to unbutton my nightgown and he slid one hand in and squeezed first one breast and then the other. He wasn’t the gentle and slow Kerry I’d always known. He squeezed hard enough to cause a little pain. He knew what he was doing. His eyes were boring into mine as he did it.

He reached behind his back and I felt his hand on my thigh. He pulled my nightgown up and then slid his hand up my leg. I tried to close my legs tight but he forced his hand between them and then cupped it around my pussy.

“Don’t, Kerry,” I whispered.

He pushed my panties to one side and then cupped his fingers over my slit. He stopped and waited.

“Open your legs,” he said.

I opened them and waited for him to do what ever he had in mind. He pressed one finger, his long index finger into me and I felt it touch me and then slide into my vagina. He sat there still, just looking at me, with his finger in my pussy.

“Arial, you’re not Geppetto,” he whispered. “I’m not Pinocchio. I’m a real boy. Boys grow up to be men. Don’t you ever forget it!”

He rolled off me, off the bed, and was out the door before I could even begin to think of anything to say. When I could finally stop breathing so hard, I tried to think what it had all meant. I couldn’t. I lifted my butt up off the bed and reached down with both hands to straighten my panties. I slid one finger in my pussy where he’d touched me. It was wetter than normal.

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On Wednesday, Kerry was back to his usual self, joking and having fun, while we got ready for school and ate breakfast. Brad picked us up for school and Kerry was silly with him as usual. 

He was waiting for us at the cafeteria for lunch and we went through the line together. I saw him looking around and, when he saw Nicole, he went to the table where she was sitting. She gave him a big smile and picked up her sweater off the seat beside her. I wondered if she’d been saving it for him. The two girls on the opposite side left so Brad and I took their place. Nicole was finished eating but she sat and talked with us while we ate. Kerry was on good behavior but he still had Nicole laughing before we left.

Brad couldn’t take us home after school so we rode the school bus together and Kerry sat with me. He was quiet and subdued and kept looking at the front of the bus. Nicole was sitting in a front seat with another girl and they were laughing. I didn’t know what to think.

Since Mom was with Luke and Rachael Bridges and nobody else was home, I’d checked the answering machine on Monday and Tuesday to see if there was any news about the baby. On Wednesday, there was. Mom had called about noon and said Luke had taken Rachael to the hospital. She was home with Adrianna and would call again as soon as the baby came. I went in Kerry’s room to tell him. He was taking off his jeans and about to put on shorts, rushing the season as usual. He was down to his briefs and white socks and he looked like one of my favorite fantasies

When I went in my room, he followed me and sat down in my chair. He stuck his long legs straight out and I couldn’t help but see the bulge in his briefs. I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a soft loose shirt and threw them on the bed. I stood looking at him, waiting to see what he wanted.

“Go ahead and change,” he said. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and then unhooked my bra and took it off. I sat down on the bed and took off my shoes and socks. He was watching every move I made.

“Arial, I want to apologize for my behavior last night,” he said in a soft voice.

I stood up and looked at him. I still didn’t know what to think or say.

“I don’t know what made me act that way,” he said. “I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

“I told you to stop, Kerry,” I said. “Twice.”

“I know. I was stupid. I’m sorry.”

He stood up and took both my hands in his. I looked at him and realized I was looking up slightly. He was taller then I was now.

“I am sorry, Arial,” he said. “I know I hurt you and I guess I wanted to. I don’t know why I acted like that. I’m really sorry.”

“I’ve told you how to treat girls, Kerry. You should be kind and sweet and gentle. And stop if a girl says no. You can’t treat Nicole like that.”

“Yeah, I know. But if I ask you and you say yes, is it OK if I do something with you?”

“I suppose. What is it?”

“Would you let me kiss you?”

I nodded. He turned loose of one of my hands and put his fingers on my cheek. He brought his face to mine and, eyes open, kissed me ever so gently on my lips.

“I’m sorry, lips,” he said. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

I couldn’t help but smile at him. He smiled back at me and stood looking at my face.

“Would you stick out your tongue, please?”

I stuck out my tongue, the tip just barely sticking out between my lips. He leaned over and kissed my tongue, again just a soft gentle kiss.

“I’m sorry, little tongue,” he said. “I’m sorry I bit you.” 

I couldn’t help but smile at him again. He caught me by the hands again, backed up, and sat down in my chair. He pulled me with him so I was standing with his knees on each side of my legs. He looked up at my face.

“May I apologize to your breasts?” he asked.

“Only if you can be good, Kerry.”

He nodded and then leaned forward and kissed the nipple on my left breast.

“I’m sorry, little right breast,” he said.

I giggled. “That’s my left one, Kerry.”

He moved back and looked from one breast to the other.

“I’m sorry, little breasts. You’re so much alike I guess I got you mixed up. You’re mirror images of each other.”

He leaned forward and kissed the nipple on my right breast.

“I’m sorry I hurt you, little right breast,” he whispered. “I hope you’ll forgive me.”

I didn’t know where he was going but his general direction had been downward. I didn’t want to but I thought I’d better put a stop to it. 

“I think you’d better go get dressed, Kerry. You’re apologies are all accepted.”

He sat and looked up at me.

“One more,” he whispered. “There’s one more injured party I need to apologize to.”

“No, Kerry.”

“Please.”

“Kerry, after last night, I don’t think I can trust you to be good.”

“I won’t hurt you, Arial. I promise.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want you to take your pants off and lie down on the bed,” he whispered. “Keep your panties on. I want to kiss your pussy and apologize to it.” 

I wanted him to do it but I didn’t. I didn’t know whether to trust him or not. I knew how much he wanted to make love to me. And worse, I knew how much I wanted him to do it.

“Just one kiss, Kerry. Then you go get dressed. Promise?”

“I promise.”

He stood up and pushed me back toward my bed. I felt the mattress bump against my legs and he pushed gently one more time and I fell backwards on my bed.

“I promise, Arial. Unless you tell me to do something else.”

He reached down and caught the legs of my pants and tugged. I reached to one side, unbuttoned and unzipped, and raised my butt up off the bed. He tugged again and slid my pants off and dropped them on the bed. He stood looking down at me.

“Arial,” he said, “girls are too beautiful. It’s not fair.”

He put his hands on my thighs and pushed them apart and, at the same time, got down on his knees. He leaned over me and looked at my panties where they were covering my pussy.

“It’s not fair,” he whispered again. “It just isn’t.”

“What, Kerry?”

“The way looking at you makes me feel – it’s not fair.”

“Kerry, I feel the same way,” I whispered. “I want the same thing you want. We’re really not different.”

He almost fell on me with his face on my panties. He rubbed his face against my tummy, one side and them the other, and then his mouth and nose. I could hear him breathing deeply and I didn’t want him to smell me. I knew I smelled of sweat and pee after being at school all day. I didn’t want him to stop.

He pulled back away from me, looked at my face, and then leaned over and kissed my panties right over my pussy. He kept his face there for a moment, breathing deeply, and then stood up. He held out his hand to me and I took it and he pulled me up to a sitting position. I looked down at his briefs and I could see the bulge where his dick was trying to rip its way out. He saw where I was looking.

“Yeah, look at it,” he said. “It’s not fair. Girls can do this to guys and you can see it and we have to try to hide it. We never know what you feel.”

“I told you, we want the same thing you do, Kerry. But we can’t have everything we want. You know that.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head, something I’d seen him do lately. When he opened his eyes, he gave me his big Kerry grin.

“Well, I promised. I said I’d be good and I was.”

“Yes, you were.”

“I do love you, Arial. Maybe I’m not supposed to love my sister this way but I don’t care. I just hope you can keep on loving me. I’ll try not to screw up too much.”

He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then turned and left the room. I stood there wanting to call him back so I could pull down my panties and let him kiss me there again but I knew we’d probably do more than that and I was afraid to let him.

I got dressed and went looking for him. The door to the bathroom was shut so I knew where he was and what he was doing. I wanted so much to open the door and help him. For the first time, I suppose I was almost afraid of him or maybe I was afraid of myself, wanting to do something that I knew I shouldn’t do.

I walked outdoors through the kitchen and then the garage. I found some clippers and cut enough flowers to make a little arrangement. I loved the smell of the jonquils. When I went back in, Kerry was in the kitchen, dressed in running shorts and sneakers and nothing else. He was on the telephone. He was tall and skinny and beautiful and sexy.

“I just called Kenjiro,” he said. “He’s riding his bike over and we’re going for a run down at the creek. We’ll be back in time for me to help you fix dinner.”

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Kerry and I put the casserole in the oven a little after five o’clock. A little later, when Kavan and Kathryn came home, they made us go look at what they had. He and Kathryn had been helping clean up the plant nursery where they worked and they had the back of Kavan’s pickup truck full of sick-looking plants. Kavan said they were culls and would be thrown out and he’d got them for free. He said he thought he could resurrect most of them and we could plant them around our lot.

Dad came in about five thirty and I told him about Mom’s telephone call but she had called him too. He said we might get another call soon since second babies didn’t take as long as first ones. Kavan showed him the plants and Dad asked him if he could get some more. He said he could use lots more if they were going to be thrown out and he could get them for free. He wouldn’t tell us what he wanted to do with them. Kathryn and Kerry helped Kavan move the plants to the side of the house and I went back inside to finish preparing dinner.

Dad complimented me on the food again. Mom had left me the recipe. It was a chicken, broccoli, and noodle casserole. It was easy and good and everybody liked it. Afterwards, Kavan and Kathryn said they’d clean up since Kerry and I cooked. I told them they both needed to shower because they smelled of cow manure and then chased them out. Dad tried to help but Kerry and I chased him out too and then we cleaned the kitchen.   

I think everybody was sort of hanging loose waiting for a call from Mom. All of us kids got our books and sat at the kitchen table working. Dad got some books and then sat down with us. He said he had to do his homework too.

The phone finally rang about eight-thirty. It was Mom so Dad put her on the speakerphone so we call all talk to her. The baby had been born about an hour earlier and Luke had come home for a minute to tell her and to pick up some things. They had known it was a boy for months but hadn’t settled on a name. Mom said they’d decided to name him James Connor Bridges. I knew Connor was Dad’s middle name but I didn’t know who James was. Dad said it was Luke’s father’s name. I thought it was wonderful name. Dad didn’t say much about it but I could tell he liked it too.

Dad asked about Rachael and Mom said she was OK. Luke had told her she had a rough time with delivery because the baby was so big. He weighed over nine pounds. Then Dad asked if she had an episiotomy and Mom said she didn’t because she had told the doctor she didn’t want him to do it. Dad asked when Rachael and the baby would be able to go home and Mom said Thursday morning if there were no problems overnight. 

Dad asked Mom if she had any idea when she’d be home and she said she wasn’t sure. She said Luke had called his father and he was coming to help and would stay for a week or so. She said she’d come home as soon as he arrived. Dad asked if Luke had called his mother. Mom said he had and she was still as religion crazy as ever and started raving about saving his soul. Luke had finally hung up on her and stood there with tears running down his cheeks. She said she hugged him and he held on to her with his face in her hair and cried.

The last part sort of saddened all of us but Dad told us to smile and not to worry about Luke and Rachael and their kids. He said that’s why Mom had wanted so much to go – so she could help them with any problems and let them know we all loved them. I’d started to leave the room when I heard Kerry ask Dad what an episiotomy was. I didn’t know either so I stayed. Dad looked at Kerry and then at me and then told us. 

“Son, it’s a surgical procedure the doctor does sometimes during childbirth.”

That wasn’t good enough for Kerry.

“Aw, come on, Dad,” Kerry said, “I’m a big boy now. You can tell me more than that. If you don’t I’ll just go Google it on my computer. Where does the doctor do it? Why?”

“Kerry, during childbirth, the baby’s head really stretches the vaginal tissue. Sometimes the doctor makes a small incision in the perineum, between the vaginal opening and the rectum, to make more room. They think it eases the delivery and prevents tearing in that area.”

Kerry said, “Gross” a split second ahead of me. 

“Did the doctor do it to Mom when we were being born?” I asked.

“No, Princess,” he said, “a lot of obstetricians just do it in most of their deliveries. There are a lot of questions about whether it’s a useful procedure or not. Siobhan and I read up on it before Kavan was born and she said she didn’t want the doctor to do it to her. She said since I was there, the doctor could ask me.”

“You saw all of us being born?” Kerry asked.

“Yes, Kerry, I did. I’m glad I was there with your Mom.

“You saw me coming out of Mom?” he asked, as though he couldn’t believe it. “Was I really the biggest baby?”

“Yes, Squirt, you were. And you scared us a little because you were almost a breech birth. The doctor got you turned around in time so you were born normally.”

“What’s a breech….”?

“Google it!” Dad said. “Damn, that sounds good. Just go look it up on your computer, Son.”

Kavan and Kathryn had been standing near the door to the basement listening to everything. They laughed at Dad’s “Google it!” and went downstairs. Kerry left and I guess he was going to google it. I kissed Dad on the cheek and went to my room.

I was ready for a little quiet reading in bed. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I put on my nightgown and some soft cotton panties, the kind I like to wear at night. All the time, I was thinking about babies, about Rachael having Luke’s baby, about me wanting to have Luke’s baby for so many years, and about how I loved Brad now and what it would be like to have a baby with him someday, and I tried to make sense of it all.

I’d just gotten into my book and picked up the story when I heard somebody peeing, pissing really because it was so loud, in the bathroom. When I heard the shower start I knew it was Kerry since Kavan and Kathryn had showered right after dinner. I tried to read but I kept wondering about him. When the shower stopped, I put down my book and lay there thinking.

I got up and went in the bathroom. It was Kerry, standing there in his gray thermal underwear, all foamy at the mouth and brushing his teeth. He didn’t even act surprised when I walked in. I moved around him and started to sit down on the commode but the seat was up. 

Kerry saw where I was going and immediately turned and put the seat down. I guess he was trying to say something and he slobbered toothpaste foam all down his front. Then I think he tried to say Shit but he just slobbered a little more. He spit and spit and then stood looking down at himself. I grabbed his wet washcloth and started wiping him off. The cloth got the foam off but left a dark wet spot on his shirt.

When I sat down on the commode and tried to wipe off the front of his underpants he tried to back away. I grabbed the waistband, pulled him closer, and looked up at his face. He was serious, not smiling, just waiting to see what I was going to do. I wiped the foam off his pants and rubbed his dick underneath and it responded the same as always. I looked up at him again and he was still serious. I was too but I knew what I wanted to do. I grabbed the waistband of his bottoms on both sides and pulled then down on his thighs.

His dick wasn’t hard yet but it already looked hot and heavy. I cupped my left hand under his balls and put my right hand around his dick. I waited, just holding him, and felt his dick get firmer and stiffer. When I turned it loose, it pointed up at my face, just like it knew where I wanted it.

I kept my left hand on his balls and used my right to pull back the skin on his dick. When the head was uncovered, all purplish-red and shiny, I leaned over and took it in my mouth. I started sucking and he put his hands on my shoulders and held on. I used my mouth for a minute or so and, when I got a little tired of that, I took my mouth off and just used my hand to jack him. I looked up at his face and he was watching what I was doing, a little smile on his face.

I thought of something else he might like so I said, “You do it,” and took his dick in my mouth again. I grabbed his hands and put them on the sides of my face. He knew what I meant. He started fucking my mouth. He pushed in with slow easy strokes so the head slid in between my lips and then I sucked on it and used my tongue underneath when he pulled back. I could hear his breathing getting louder. Suddenly he pulled away from me and I looked up at him.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said, “I was about to come.”

“It’s OK,” I said. “I want you to.”

I leaned over and tried to put my mouth on his dick again but he pulled back further.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth, Arial,” he said. “Jack me off in the sink, OK? I like that.”

“Are you sure? I though you liked me to suck you off.”

“Yeah, it’s good. But just jack me off tonight, OK?”

I stood up and picked up the baby oil from the counter where he’d left it when he jacked off earlier. I didn’t want it to get on his underwear so I just put some in my hand and then coated his dick with it. He turned facing the sink and I got behind him. I wrapped my right hand around and stuck my left hand between his legs so I could hold his balls with my left hand and his dick with my right. I liked that because I could imagine what was in my hands was mine. It didn’t take but about a minute or so and he squirted out three or four times, across the sink and on the mirror the first time and in the sink the next two or three. Then he put his hand on mine and made me quit jacking him.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, looked around his shoulder at our image in the mirror, and we smiled at each other in our reflection. I watched as his dick gradually started drooping and then hung down. I saw one white glob ooze out and hang on the head. He reached down and caught it on his finger and held it up to my face. I leaned forward and caught his finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. Then he reached down, milked his dick down, and pressed out another glob. He caught it on his finger too and then held it up to his own mouth. I watched as he sucked his finger clean. He turned around and put his hands on my waist. We stood there, about a foot apart, looking at each other and smiling,

“I want to apologize for something else, Arial,” he said.

“What?”

I picked up a wet washcloth and wiped his dick clean. He watched what I was doing.

“For being stupid. For saying it wasn’t fair just because I get a hard-on looking at your pussy. I was just thinking like a dumb guy, not about what it’s like for you.”

“That’s not really stupid, Kerry. It’s just the way guys are, isn’t it?”

I reached down and pulled his underwear up. He reached inside and arranged everything the way he wanted it.

“Yeah, but girls are the one who catch all the shit. Seems like carrying a baby is bad enough but I never knew you could get split open when it comes out. I looked it up and saw all sorts of stuff. Some of the pictures were hard to look at.

“I’ve talked to Mom about having babies lots of times, Kerry. She’s told me about the bad stuff but she always says it’s worth it.”
 
I took his hand and led him out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I lay down on my bed and he sat down on the side.

“Yeah but I want you to see the pictures, Arial. I saw one where the woman’s perineum had split when the baby came out. They showed that after it happened and again after it was sewn up. Then they showed one where the doctor had done an incision and sewed it up. I don’t want you to be hurt like that. It makes me feel sick to think of you getting hurt like that.”

“I love you too, Squirt.”

“Yeah, well, I do love you, but I’ve been acting stupid another way too.”

“How?”

“Wanting to fuck you. Trying to talk you into letting me do it. That’s just me being selfish. I see how happy Brad makes you. I like Brad a lot, especially how he’s so good to you. I want you to stay happy with him and I don’t want to do anything to hurt you or him. I won’t push you anymore to let me do it.” 

“You know I want you to, Kerry. I just think it would cause problems I don’t know how to handle.”

“We can still fool around and do other stuff, can’t we?”

“Sure, Squirt. Brad knows we do that sometimes. He’s even said he has a lot of fun when the three of us play around together.”

He pushed me over on the bed a little to give him some room and then lay down with his head toward the foot of the bed, propped on his arm.

“Well, I’m not sucking his dick anymore,” he said.

“You said that the second time we fooled around. Or maybe it was Brad. Are you still all hung up about that?”

“I don’t know. I guess doing that’s OK. It’s just other stuff I did with Kenjiro that made me so ashamed, made me feel so bad.”

“I thought you got that straightened out when you talked to Dad.”

“You know what I mean. I don’t guess I’m hung up about sucking dick because doing it with Brad didn’t bother me. It was just having fun. I kind of liked it with Kenjiro until he came in my mouth.”

“You didn’t like that, I’ll bet.”

“Yeah. He was supposed to tell me so I could finish him off with my hand but he didn’t. His first shot was a big wad that hit at the back of my mouth. I thought I’d puke trying to hock it up. How can you stand to let me do it to you?”

“I don’t know, Kerry. It is kind of yucky. Maybe it’s just practice. You’re the first one I ever did it with and you weren’t squirting so much then. I’d been dreaming about doing it with Luke for years so when I did it at the old house, it was ‘cause I wanted to. I’ve done Brad a few times and he likes it. I guess I like to do it with the men I love. It’s not so bad then, makes me kind of hot between my legs.”

While I was talking, he pushed my nightgown up until my legs were uncovered. I knew he could see my panties from where he way lying.

“Yeah, I’ll just bet Brad would practice with me. He probably wouldn’t mind coming in my mouth but I’ll bet he’d hurl if I came in his.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll get you two guys together again and let you try it.”

“Shit, Arial, don’t tease me about stuff like that. I don’t want people calling me a queer.”

“Oh, you don’t mind doing it. You just don’t want anybody calling you a queer, is that it?”

“Come on, quit teasing me.”

 He moved his hand up on the inside of my thigh until it was almost to my panties and then slid it up and down.

“Did you know the skin right here is about the smoothest, softest I’ve ever touched?”

“How about the head of your dick?”

“I mean on a girl.”

“Don’t you think it’s time for you to go to bed? Dad’s going to get mad again if you keep staying up until ten every night. And don’t go playing on your computer again tonight!”

“Oh, fuck! It’s only nine-fifteen. Let me stay with you a while.”

He moved his hand up higher and pushed my panties aside and started sliding his fingertip up and down my slit.

“Why? What do you want?”

“To do something for you. You know, like you did for me.”

He moved his finger up and down and deeper between my little lips and I knew he could tell how wet I was.

“You know I like that, Kerry. Can I trust you? You won’t try to get your dick in me?”

“You can trust me. The only thing I’ll stick in you is my finger and this.”

He stuck out his tongue.

“My panties are a little damp. I’ll bet my pussy’s just drooling. Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I want to. I’ll even lick your perineum. That’s what the website with the pictures called it, you know, between your vagina and your asshole.”

“You mean you didn’t know the word?”

“Nah, I don’t guess I’d ever heard it until Dad used it. On the website, they had an arrow pointing to it.”

I glanced at his crotch where something was making a big bulge. He saw where I looked and stuck out his tongue at me.

“Well, if you do it, you’d better not get too far back.”

“Why? I’ll even lick your little pink pucker. You just had a shower. It’s clean.”

He stuck out his tongue again, just a quick flick of pink.

“Kerry, that’s gross.”

“Oh, fuck, it’s not. Not if I do it with you.”

“You’re bad.”

“Well, shit, you are too. You said you’re just like me.”

“Do you feel how wet I am?”

“Yeah, I like feeling you, all hot and wet and slippery inside. It makes my dick ache.”

He pulled his hand out of my crotch, stuck it in his pants, and turned the bulge around so that it was pointed at his belly button.

“Would you turn out the lights and then let’s be real quiet? If Dad finds out you’re staying up like this, fooling around with me, he might get mad.”

He slid out of the bed and turned out the top light. He crawled back in bed with me, stretched out beside me, kissed me softly on my cheek, and then whispered to me.

“Wanna fool around with a little boy with a hard-on?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t turn out the light on my desk.”

“I want to leave it on so you can see my little dick.”

He pulled the elastic waistband of his underwear down with one hand, lifted his balls with the other, and tucked his underwear behind them.  He had a hard-on but it certainly didn’t look like a little boy’s.

“You’ve got a cute little dick, Kerry.”

“Can I lick your little pussy?”

“Yes, Kerry.”

“Can I lick you anywhere I want to?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to pretend your nubbin’s a little dick. I’m going to suck you off. You can come in my mouth and I’ll swallow it.”

“OK. I’d like that. But I’ll warn you - I’m going to shoot a big wad.”

He reached under my nightgown with both hands and pulled my panties down and off my legs. He straightened up on his knees beside me, with his hands and my panties in front of his face.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m smelling your panties. I love the smell of hot pussy.”

“Bad boy!”

“Yeah!”

He moved down to the foot of the bed, pulled my legs apart, and knelt between them. He pushed my nightgown up on my stomach and then lifted my legs and pushed then further apart. 

“Hand me a pillow,” he whispered.

I handed it to him.

“Lift your butt up.”

I lifted up and he stuffed the pillow under my fanny.

He lay down and squirmed around and then the next thing I knew, I felt his breath between my legs. He lay there, breathing deeply, using his fingers to tease my wet little lips apart.

“I love the smell of fresh hot pussy,” he whispered.

He pushed back on my thighs so that my legs were bent back over my stomach. I felt his cheek on one thigh and then his nose and mouth just on one side of my pussy, then the other side.

“Pink pucker,” I heard him whisper.

He pushed on my thighs, bending me back even more and I felt his cheeks touch my buns and his tongue licking me back there, slowly, again and again.

“Kerry, don’t.”

He didn’t stop. He kept licking me, slowly, one time with his tongue flat and soft, the next with it pointed and hard. I couldn’t say anything. I felt like I wanted to explode.

“Perineum,” he whispered.

He moved his mouth up just a little and I felt his tongue licking the bridge between by backside and my pussy. I gave in. I knew I’d let him do anything he wanted to. Finally he whispered again.

“Pussy. Hold your legs up.”

I reached down and caught my legs behind my knees and held them so I was almost bent in half.

He was slow and gentle again, licking up one side, then the other, the middle, flat tongue, pointed tongue, teasing my nubbin, again and again until I thought I’d go crazy. Finally, he said something again but I didn’t understand it and I just held my legs and waited.

He licked me all the way from pink pucker, over perineum, over pussy, again and again, and I was so hot I didn’t care what he did to me.

Finally he stopped and straightened up over me. I let my legs fall and listened to him breathing heavily. After a minute or so, he leaned forward and propped over me on one arm. I glanced down and saw his dick pointing at me and his balls still held by the elastic waistband. I felt his hand, his fingers, searching, then one finger slid into my pussy, and I closed my eyes. Again he was so slow and gentle, just teasing me, feeling me. He slid his finger in deep and moved it around in me and pressed it in and up again and again, finger fucking me and it was so good. I wanted so much to come and knew I was on the verge but not quite there.

“Can I suck your little dick?” he whispered.

I nodded yes. He lifted my legs again and I caught them and held them over my tummy.
 
He moved back down on the bed and rubbed his cheeks and nose and mouth on my thighs and pussy again. I felt him open his mouth and start sucking on the little lips on one side and then the other. Then he used his tongue again, soft and flat sometimes, hard and pointed others. I could feel myself trembling and I could hardly hold my legs anymore.

Finally he did what I wanted him to do. He fastened his mouth on my little nubbin and started sucking and licking. I felt so hot and wanted it so much I was ready to scream. Then it hit so suddenly and so hard that I turned loose of my legs and let them fall over his shoulders and grabbed two handfuls of hair and held on until it faded away.

I felt him straighten up on his knees and tug upward on my nightgown. I rolled to one side and then the other and he pulled it up until my breasts were uncovered. Then he caught my legs and pulled them up and bent then back over my tummy again. I caught my legs behind my knees and held them. He was still and I opened my eyes for a moment to see what he was doing. He was holding his dick in his hand and just looking at me, from my breasts over my stomach, down to my pussy. He started slowly stroking his dick and I shut my eyes again. For a minute or so, I heard him grunting and felt the bed moving a little and then I heard him say something about hold it open.

“What?”

“Your pussy, Arial. It’s beautiful. Hold it open. Use your hands.”

I slid my hands down my thighs and put my fingers on each side and pulled to expose my pussy to him. I felt his thighs bumping against my fanny and I listened to him grunting again. After a minute or so, I felt a drop or two of something hot and wet land on my breast and stomach. I looked at him and he was holding his dick with the skin pulled back and the head was blood red with a long drop of white hanging. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was hurting.

I reached up and caught his hips and pulled him down on top of me. He collapsed and went limp and I wrapped my arms around his chest and my legs around his. His face was buried in my pillow and I could hear his breath rasping in and out and feel his chest heaving. He seemed in no hurry to move and I was content to hold him. I wanted so much to go to sleep with him on top of me.

Suddenly I felt him jerk and then he pushed himself up and looked down at me. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at me, blond hair all tousled, face all peaceful and beautiful, and smiled.

“Would you get us a washcloth and a towel?” I whispered. “I think somebody made a little mess.”

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Thursday afternoon, we rode the school bus home and he sat with Nicole and I sat behind them. I tried to listen to what they were saying but everybody was making so much noise I couldn’t understand anything they said. She always got off two stops from ours and Kerry got up and stood in the aisle to let her get out. I watched him watch her walk up the aisle to the front and wondered what he was thinking.

When we got in the house, he said he had to go real bad and asked if he could go first. I let him and went in my room to change into some old clothes. After a few minutes, I heard him tap on my door, his signal that he was finished, and I took my turn.

When I came out, the door to his room was open. He was standing there in nothing but his white briefs and socks, holding his gray dress slacks up and inspecting them. I couldn’t remember when he had last worn them. I suppose they were clean because he held them and put them on. He zipped them up and stood there looking down at them. I could see he had problems even if he couldn’t. He had hanger wrinkles in both legs and I knew that would iron out. But they were too short. He looked up at me.

“Are they OK?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I don’t think so, Kerry. I think they’re too short. Put your dress shoes on and let’s see.”

He tried to push his foot into his dress shoes and couldn’t. He sat down on the bed, took off his white socks, and tried again. He got his feet in his shoes but I could tell they were too tight. He looked at me.

“Shit!” he said.

“Don’t say that, Kerry,” I said. “I’ll help you so you’ll look nice.”

“I don’t know, Arial. Maybe I ought to just stay home and watch TV. Sometimes I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

“You’ll be fine, Squirt. You act more grown up than most of the freshmen at school. You’ve been to nice restaurants before. Just enjoy the meal and the company. We can all use good manners when we have to. It’s going to be fun.”

“But who ever heard of a girl her age dating a guy my age?”

“She knows how old you are, Kerry. It doesn’t bother her. Why let it bother you?”

“Well, OK, I guess. But help me figure out what to wear.”

He tried on his cordovan loafers and they fit fine, even with socks. I found a nice pair of khakis in his closet and they fit him perfectly. When I pulled out his navy blue blazer, he looked at it like he was daring it to be too small. It wasn’t. It fit him too. It would probably have been too tight if he buttoned it in front but I knew he never did. He looked very nice, even if he didn’t have a shirt on. He looked at me for approval.

“You look very nice, Kerry. I think that’s what Brad will wear. Khakis with a blue blazer is always a good combination. We just need a shirt and tie.”

“Oh, shit, do I have to wear a tie?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to wear?”

“Just a shirt, like a t-shirt, you know, like some of the young guys on TV.”

“Well, you can’t wear a t-shirt. That won’t look good with your blazer. How about a mock turtleneck? Do you have one?”

“I don’t think so. What is it?”

“It’s like the knit turtleneck you wore when the weather was real cold, except it doesn’t come up the neck so much. It’s just got an inch or so coming up the neck. I think that’s what some of the guys on TV wear.”

“Well, I don’t have one.”

“Maybe Dad will take us to the Mall tonight or tomorrow night. If he can’t, I’ll call Brad and maybe he’ll take us. I’ll bet that discount store on Lexington will have some nice ones. That’s where Brad and I found some nice things after Christmas.”

“Next month, you’ll have your license and you can drive your own car. Are you going to drive it to school?”

“I don’t think so. Brad says he likes taking us. I just wish he’d let me know when he’s coming early so I could fix him a good breakfast. Even if he can’t take us, I don’t think I want to drive my car. I kind of like riding the bus sometimes.”

“Yeah, me too. That’s where I hear all the dirt.”

Brad took us on Friday night. We tried the discount store first and found some beautiful mock turtlenecks. We got three in different colors for Kerry, Kavan, and Brad. Brad insisted on paying for them. He said he’d mooched so many meals from us he had money to burn.

When we got back home, Dad had news for us. He’d called Mom and she was coming home Saturday morning. Luke’s father had come to help with the babies and would be staying a week or so. She said he was crazy about Adrianna and had held little James Connor when he wasn’t playing with her. He said she wanted me and Kathryn to be ready to g0 shopping at noon. She wanted both of us to have a new dress to wear. I called Nicole again and asked her if she was still wearing a little black dress and she said she was. I told her we’d be by to pick her up at six and she’d be proud of the way her date looked.

Brad came over about mid-morning on Saturday. I told him Mom was on her way home and would be here about eleven o’clock and she wanted to take me and Kathryn shopping for a couple of hours. He didn’t mind. He felt at home enough now so I knew he could entertain himself. I got him to take me to Ippolito’s so I could get some sandwich stuff for lunch. Kerry wanted to go too but he said Kenjiro was coming over and they were going to do something with his computer. When we got back, Kerry and Kenjiro were installing some new stuff on Kerry’s computer and Brad decided he had to help them. Dad was in the living room reading and listening to music. That left me to get everything ready for lunch but I didn’t mind.

Mom came in on time and Dad and I helped her carry in her stuff. She was talking almost nonstop, telling Dad and me about how much fun her car was to drive and how much she’d enjoyed visiting with Luke and Rachael and taking care of Adrianna and then helping with James Connor. She said Luke’s Dad was going to stay for another week and she’d already promised Rachael she’d come back when he left if they needed her. When I finally got a word in, I asked if she was hungry. She said she was so I put the rest of the stuff to make sandwiches on the kitchen counter and then called the boys.

Kavan and Kathryn came in just before we started eating. They usually worked all day on Saturday but they’d asked off for the afternoon. They were starved so I let them eat without taking a shower first.

We ate out on the deck and Mom kept telling us all about her visit. Then she told us Luke and Rachael were going to move back in three or four weeks and would live with the Andersens for a while. She said she’d volunteered to send somebody to pick up Rachael and the kids so Luke could work with the movers. Dad said he’d see if he could get free and he’d take Mom back so they could pick them up. I saw Brad looking at me when they were talking about it and I wondered why. I knew he could tell I was happy that Luke and Rachael and their kids would live nearby but so was everybody else.

When Mom and Kathryn and I were ready to leave, I asked Brad what he was going to do while we were gone. He said he and Kerry and Kenjiro were going down to the creek and do some more digging. He said they might go up the creek and see if they could locate the area where the Indian stuff came from. I guess I didn’t worry because I didn’t think they could get in any trouble digging in the dirt like little boys. 

When we came back from shopping, Kathryn and I took a shower and Mom helped us fix our hair. Kathryn and I had both found a nice dress to wear. Kathryn’s had an oriental look to it and had a high collar. Mine was a dark gray wool with a little matching jacket. Without the jacket, my shoulders were almost bare. It showed just enough cleavage in front to tease and Mom said that’s all it should show. She even loaned me her pearls. I knew the necklace and earrings were real pearls and I told her I was afraid to wear them but she insisted.

The boys were ready by five thirty and they all looked good, even if they were dressed too much alike. Mom and I made sure their hair looked good and they griped about it but they sat still. We hadn’t talked about how we were going to dinner but we knew we had to go in two cars. Even Dad’s big Mercedes couldn’t really carry more than five and he didn’t offer it. I didn’t want Kavan and Kathryn to have to go in his old pickup truck so I asked Brad if he’d drive my car and let Kavan drive his Jeep. We were ready by fifteen ‘til six and Nicole only lived a couple of miles away on Frost Line Road.

Mom and Dad had to preside over our departure and finally let us go. Dad couldn’t let Kerry go without telling him he had to go to the door and ask for Nicole and that, if he was invited in, he should go in and meet her parents. Kerry told Dad not to wait up for us because we’d be in late. He said Dad ought to take Mom to bed because she needed a little input from him if she wanted to have a baby. Dad said he’d do his best but it might be hard on an old man. I pushed Kerry out the door to shut them up. 

Kerry rode with me and Brad. My little BMW was a two-door and I offered to sit in the back with Nicole so he could have the front. He told me no thanks. He said when he got a chance to get in the backseat of a car with a girl nobody was going to keep him from it.

Nicole answered the door and invited him in and they stayed inside for a few minutes. When they came out the door, I got a look at what Nicole was wearing. She did have on a simple little black dress but it really looked sexy on her. Her breasts were on the small side like mine but her dress was cut lower than mine. I noticed she had on low heels and I knew she didn’t want to be taller than Kerry. It looked like they were the same size when they came down the walk to the car. 

Brad got out of the car so Nicole and Kerry could get in the back seat. As soon as they were settled, Nicole leaned over and kissed Kerry on the cheek and whispered something to him. He smiled and whispered back at her. They both looked like they were excited to be going out. I turned around and looked at Brad. He was watching them in the rear view mirror.

I’d never been to the restaurant before but Brad had been there with his Dad. It was in an old mansion with lots of big trees and landscaped grounds around it. We drove in on a semi-circular driveway and I could see lighted paths on the sides of the building. They had valet parking so we were all able to get out in front and leave the cars with the attendant. I told him he’d better be nice to my little BMW and he smiled and said he would.

Brad had evidently made arrangements with the Maitre ‘D because he greeted Brad by name and then welcomed the rest of us. He led us to a very nice table in one corner of a room. It must have been the library of the old mansion because it still had books around all the walls. There were only three other tables in the room and one was occupied by four people. Our table was set with fine china and silver and napkins standing up in little rolls in our plates. 

All the boys held the chairs for the girls and we got seated without any mishaps. The Maitre ’D gave us all menus and told us our waiter for the night would be Ryan. We’d hardly started looking at the menus when a young man in a tuxedo poured water in our glasses. A couple of minutes later he brought three small plates of beautiful hors d’oeuvres and put them between the girl/boy couples. Brad said “Thank you, Ryan. That looks great.” The waiter nodded and said, “You’re welcome, Dr...I mean, Mr. Weaver. Carol’s doing the hors d’oeuvres tonight. She’s an artist at it. Let me know when you’re ready to order.”

When Ryan took our orders, he asked what kind of bread we’d like. He said they had three kinds, all served in small loaves, and they would still be hot from the oven. Kerry asked if we could have one of each. When Ryan brought our salads, the aroma of the bread was enough to whet anybody’s appetite.

We were finishing the last of our salads when I noticed Nicole lean over toward Kerry and put her hand on his arm. She whispered something to him and he smiled, nodded, and went back to eating. I knew what was coming next. He straightened up and I saw a startled expression on his face. He looked down at his lap and then looked around at the rest of us. It was my idea but Kathryn and Nicole loved it. She’d put her hand on his leg, on his thigh, about halfway above his knee. I thought I’d wait a few minutes before I gave Brad his turn.

Kavan and Kathryn seemed happy to be together and going out to dinner with us. He always had good manners except when they got in an argument or got their feelings hurt and I hadn’t seen much of that for the last few weeks. They were both talkative and not as serious as they’d been for a while. At one point, Kathryn caught my eye and winked. When she put her hand on Kavan’s arm, I knew Kavan was about to feel a hand somewhere else. He didn’t react quite the way Kerry did; he just smiled like he was enjoying something.

Kerry and Nicole seemed relaxed and comfortable with each other. I guess I’d worried too much about my little brother but he wasn’t acting so little at dinner. He was more subdued than usual and he paid a lot of attention to Nicole. I wondered why they kept whispering back and forth to each other.

I suppose Brad noticed that I was watching the others and he reached over and took my hand in his. I looked at him and he smiled and squeezed my hand.  He held it for a moment and then started eating again. I put my hand on his arm and then a few seconds later, moved it down below the table and put it on his leg. He put his hand over mine, moved my hand up, and rubbed it over his crotch. He grinned and didn’t even look at me.
 
When Ryan was clearing away our dinner plates, Kerry asked if the fixed price for the dinner meant he could have anything he wanted to eat. Ryan assured him it was and Kerry asked if he could have another steak, and while he was at it, some more bread. Ryan smiled, asked if he wanted it medium-rare again, and started to leave. Kerry called him back and told him he was kidding, that he just wanted to see if he really could have it.

I waited until we were having our dessert before I brought up the topic of dancing, just like Nicole had asked me. We’d all seen her in the high-school production last month, a review of favorite Broadway musicals. She was in the number from Cats.

“You were beautiful in the Cats number, Nicole,” I said. “But I’m glad you told me which one you were. I couldn’t recognize anybody in those costumes and makeup.”

“Yeah, you all looked so much like cats it was unbelievable,” Kerry said. “Arial told me you were the one with smoke-colored head and back with white down the front. You looked like you were a real cat. I liked it when you sat there and licked your paws.”

“It was fun,” Nicole said. “The guys didn’t want to wear those tight-fitting costumes at first. When they found out they could rub against us, they didn’t mind so much.”

“Well, I didn’t know cats could dance like that,” Brad said. “That’s what impressed me – the way all of you started stretching like cats and then kind of started dancing. It just seemed like cats ought to be able to do that.”

“We’re already planning next year’s production,” Nicole said. “We’ll have plenty of girls as always but we’ll need guys again. It’s going to be a really big production. We want to involve as many different groups and as many people as we can, even some of the teachers.”

“What is it?” Kavan asked.

“I can’t tell you yet,” Nicole said. “We know what we want to do but we’re not sure we can. Mrs. Frazier has asked some of the faculty to help us with all the planning. We think we can pull it off. You’re all going to love it, if we do it. It’s based on a movie you guys love.”

“Terminator!” Kerry said.”

“No, Kerry,” Nicole said. “It’s based on a comedy. We’re changing it into a musical. And don’t ask me any more about it.”

“Are you going to dance in it?” Brad asked.

“Sure, I’ll even try to sing,” Nicole said. “But we really do need guys. Why don’t you guys volunteer to help? We’re already meeting at my house on Wednesday afternoons after school.”

“I can’t,” Kavan said. “I work a part-time job on Wednesday afternoons.”

“I can’t either,” Brad said. “My Dad’s got me working on a research project with him. I wouldn’t have time.”

Nicole looked at Kerry.

“I can’t,” he said. “I’m trying to think up a good excuse.”

“Kerry, I wish I could tell you what movie it’s based on,” she said. “I’ll bet you’d love to be in it. I wish you would meet with the group, at least once. We do a little planning first and then practice some dance routines. We’re trying to learn some of the dances from the 1950’s.”

Kerry kept trying to resist but I could see that Nicole was making progress on convincing him. I knew he could dance. He liked slow dancing and I’d even got him to try salsa with me. I asked Nicole if she’d teach him some of the routines they were practicing and she said she’d love to. She told him he’d have to be ready to get all hot and sweaty because they got a strenuous workout when they practiced. I was glad Nicole stopped there because I thought that was enough bait to hook him – the idea of her getting hot and sweaty with him.

When Brad took his napkin off his lap and put it beside his plate, Ryan came back to our table in seconds. He had a small brown bag in his hands and he gave it to Kerry. Kerry looked in the bag and then looked up and smiled.

“It’s bread, three more loaves,” he said. “Thanks, Ryan.”

“You’re welcome, Kerry,” Ryan said. “It’s just in case you get hungry later tonight.”

Ryan asked Brad about our dinner and Brad assured him it was as great as always. They talked for a minute or two and Brad asked him about his mother and about his college plans. Ryan told him she was fine and that he’d be starting college with the summer term. Brad asked if he could have some take-out desserts, two boxes with two desserts in each, for Mr. and Mrs. Whittaker and Mrs. and Mrs. Stuart. When Ryan brought the bill, he gave one of the dessert boxes to me and the other to Nicole. I watched as Brad went over the bill, changed something, and then gave Ryan the gift certificates and a credit card. Ryan watched too and then said “Thank you, Mr. Weaver.”

When we left, Brad took us down the big center hallway of the building and out the back on a covered porch.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” he asked. “They don’t charge extra for it and I need to walk off a few calories. The paths are all lighted and the grounds are beautiful at night.”

The path was lit by little lights about a foot off the ground so we could see where we were walking but it was dark enough so it was romantic. Kavan led the group, holding Kathryn’s hand, and teasing her about something and making her laugh. At one dark area they stopped and hugged each other and the rest of us stopped and waited until they started walking again.

Kerry and Nicole were next and he held Nicole’s hand too. They were whispering to each other and then laughing and giggling. He wasn’t the least bit bashful or quiet with her. He was just as lively and playful as always. Nicole seemed to love being with him. At one point, Nicole got Kerry to dance down the path a little while she hummed a tune. He didn’t seem to have any problem leading her and he moved as gracefully as she did. They made a beautiful pair.

I held Brad’s hand, or rather, he held my little hand in his big hand. When Kerry and Nicole danced a few steps, I moved around in front of him. He guessed what I wanted to do and he led off with his left foot and we did a few steps too. The last time we’d practiced we’d tried to learn to waltz. If we’d had waltz music, I’d have loved to dance down the path with him.  

When we were ready to leave, Kavan asked Brad if he could borrow his car for a little while longer. He said he thought it would be nice if he could go somewhere with his girl so they could make out.  Kathryn told Kavan she’d go with him but she wasn’t going to get in the back seat. It was nice to see them tease with each other. I told Kavan he still had to be in by midnight or Dad would get mad and he promised he would. 

When we took Nicole home, Brad got out first and moved the driver’s seat forward. He was so tall he had to put the seat back all the way so he could drive my little car. Kerry got out next and held out his hand to Nicole when she got out. She tried to tell Kerry he didn’t have to see her to the door but he said he wanted to. He held her hand while they went up the walk and I watched to see what they would do. From the way Brad was standing outside the car, I guessed he was watching too.

Nicole’s house had a small porch and there was a light burning somewhere on it. At the front door, I couldn’t see their faces clearly. Kerry took the dessert box out of her hands and put it on a chair near the door. He took both her hands in his and they stood there for a minute or so and I wondered what they were saying. Then he leaned forward, kissed her on the cheek, and turned to go. She didn’t turn loose of his hands and he turned back to her. This time she kissed him. She put her hands on his face and held him and I could see his hands come up and hold her at her waist. They probably stood there for a minute or so kissing before he turned again and came back to the car. Nicole waved at me and Brad and went in the house.

Kerry crawled in the backseat without a word. Brad got in and we started home. When we drove through a lighted area, I turned and looked at Kerry. He had a smile on his face and was looking straight ahead. I don’t think he even knew I’d looked at him.

The light near our front door was on when we parked in the driveway. When we went in the house, I saw a light in the kitchen was still on. Kerry handed me his bag and hurried down the hall, repeating “Gotta pee, gotta pee.” I carried his bread and the dessert box to the kitchen and put them on the table. Brad followed me, sat down in a chair, and took off his shoes. I kicked off my shoes, reached under my dress, and pulled my panty hose down and off. He watched every move I made. I stuck my tongue out at him and he stuck his out at me.

I used the guest bathroom and sat and peed and peed and then gave a big sigh of relief and sat there thinking about our dinner together. When I came out, Kerry was in the kitchen and Brad was gone.

Kerry was holding the dessert box the waiter had given me and looking at something on the top of it. I took it away from him, told him he couldn’t have it, and looked at the top of the box. It had “Mr. and Mrs. Stuart, Brad, and Arial” written on the top. I opened the box and looked. There were four servings, not two: two that looked like baklava and two like a rich chocolate tort. Brad walked in just then and I showed him what was in the box.

“I thought you told me it was dessert for Mom and Dad,” I said.

“That’s all it was supposed to be, Arial,” he said. “I guess Ryan added a little something extra.”

“And you told me a little fib about something, Brad Weaver.”

“What?”

He was grinning that half-crooked smile of his and I knew he knew what.

“About the price of the dinner. You told me it was $50 per person. I saw what you tried to hide. It was $75 each and then $20 for the extra desserts.”

“So?”

“Then there was tax on top of that and you changed the tip from 15% to $100. The bill was over $600, Brad Weaver. Why did you tell me it would be $50 per person?”

“Because I knew you might not let me take all of you if it was going to cost much over the $300 in gift certificates we had. I didn’t want you to worry about it.”

“Well, why did you have to change the tip like that? They put a 15% gratuity on the bill. Wasn’t that enough?”

“No, Arial, it wasn’t. Ryan gave us very good service. He earned his tip.”

“Where do you know him from?”

“From the restaurant but mainly from school. Didn’t you recognize him? He knows who you are.”

I had to stop and think and then I remembered. I’d seen him in the hallway more than once. He was one of the few who dressed like Brad. He always smiled and nodded his head at me but that’s all he ever did.

“I thought I’d seen him somewhere but tonight I couldn’t remember where. I do now. Having a tux on made him look different, I guess. 

“He’s been working there for a couple of years at least. Dad goes there a lot on business and he always asks for Ryan when he makes a reservation. I told Dad some personal stuff about him and Dad always leaves him a nice tip.”

“Why? What did you tell your dad about him?”

“Well, Ryan wants to go to college but his father disappeared years ago and his Mom doesn’t get any support from his father. His Mom’s the bookkeeper at the restaurant. They have a hard time getting by.”

“He always dresses like you do. How does he afford that?”

“Arial, my clothes are probably less expensive than the jeans and logo stuff lots of kids wear. Besides, Ryan’s wearing some of my old clothes.”

He saw me raise my eyebrows and I guess he knew he had to explain.

“Before school last fall, Dad got me to call him and ask him to go somewhere with us. He took us shopping for clothes and spent a real bundle on the two of us. I said something about having lots of stuff that wouldn’t fit and Dad asked Ryan if he’d like to have it. I sorted through all my clothes and gave him a couple of boxes of stuff I’d outgrown. He didn’t mind taking it. I gave him another box full after Christmas. Don’t you say anything about it to anybody else!”

Kerry spoke up. “Brad, you can save me some of your old stuff if you want to. I’m not proud. I’ll wear hand-me-downs from anybody and I like the way you dress.”

“I think you’ll have to grow a little more, Squirt,” Brad said. “Do you think you’re going to be tall like me?”

“Yeah, I’ve been looking on the internet at how boys grow. Based on where I am now, their charts say I’ll be somewhere between six three and six nine.”

It was hard for me to believe that. I couldn’t picture my little brother being a tall man like that.

“What did you two do with your blazers?” I asked.

“I threw mine on your bed when I went to the bathroom,” Brad said.

“Mine’s in my room,” Kerry said.

“Well, go get them and be quiet. Don’t wake up Mom and Dad.”

“Why?” Kerry asked.

I didn’t answer and he and Brad both went down the hall and got their coats out of the bedrooms.

“Brad Weaver, it’s not my bed on Saturday nights. It’s our bed and don’t you forget it. Now turn your blazers inside out.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they both answered.

I took Brad’s inside-out blazer and felt the armpit and then sniffed it. It smelled sweaty but it was just Brad and it wasn’t anything I hadn’t smelled before. I checked Kerry’s and it was the same way.

“Kerry, get a couple of hangers out of the laundry room. Hang your blazers in there for the night. They need to dry where you sweated on them. I’ll press them tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mom,” Kerry said, but he got the hangers and they put their inside-out blazers on them.

“And you might as well both take off those turtle-necks. You’re both all sweaty in the armpits and you can just put them on top of the washer.”

“Yes, Momma,” Brad said, and they both stripped off the turtlenecks.

I waited until they were finished and then took off my dress. Mom had bought me a new bra and panties and half-slip when we shopped. They were all pink and I knew Brad and Kerry hadn’t seen me in them yet. I put my dress on a hanger and hung it in the laundry room next to their coats to air out.

“Are you two boys going to do everything I ask you?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” they said at the same time, grinning like monkeys, looking at me.

“Then turn around and let me check your pants. If you’ve got any grease spots on them, I want to treat them tonight before we go to bed.”

“You’re so romantic, Arial,” Brad said. “Take you out to dinner and all you can think of is the laundry and cleaning.”

“Yeah, that’s the way she is, Brad,” Kerry said.

I took my time inspecting their pants. I didn’t see any spots but I decided to tease them a little more.

“You’ve both got greasy fingerprints on your leg,” I said. “You’ll have to take them off and let me treat them.”

They both looked and looked and looked and I wondered how long it would take them to realize there weren’t any spots. I guess Brad decided it didn’t matter. He pulled his belt out of his pants and then pulled them off and handed them to me. Kerry stood there grinning and then he did the same thing.

They stood there, in nothing but little white briefs and black socks while I looked at them. They both had some very nice bulges in the front of their briefs. They were both looking at me in my bra and panties and half-slip. I just let them look.

“Nicole’s going to love getting in your briefs, Kerry,” I said.

“Oh, shit, Arial, don’t tease me like that.”

“Oh, you don’t want to get in her panties?”

He stood and looked at me for a few seconds. He wasn’t smiling.

“Arial, I don’t know what I want. It was just nice to be with her t0night. Do you think she really liked me? I couldn’t believe it when she kissed me like that.”

“Did she give you a little tongue?” Brad asked.

“Yeah, just a touch.”

“She liked you,” Brad said. “She wants you.”

Kerry closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I wish you two wouldn’t tease me,” he said. “It’s not funny. I get so damn mixed up trying to figure out all this stuff and you think it’s funny.”

Brad messed up Kerry’s hair and then put his arm around Kerry’s shoulders. I hugged up against Kerry and Brad put his other arm around me.

“I love you, Squirt,” I said. “We won’t tease you. You can ask us about Nicole if you want to but it’s all up to you, you know. You’re the one who’s got to figure out what to do with a girl.”

“Yeah, Squirt, I kind of like you too. You just ask ol’ Brad about girls. He’s had so much experience, he’ll tell you what to do.”

 I shrugged his arm off my shoulder and stepped away from them. They just stood there, looking at me, Brad’s arm over Kerry’s shoulder and Kerry’s arm around Brad’s waist.

“Brad Weaver, you can sleep on the couch if you’re going to talk like that.”

 “Brad, can I really ask you anything?” Kerry said.

“Yeah, ol’ Brad knows girls,” he answered.

“What’s that thing Arial has on?”

Brad looked at my half-slip.

“Oh, shit, Kerry, start me off with something easy.”

“It’s called a half-slip, dummies,” I said. “I couldn’t wear a full slip because of the way my dress was cut around the shoulders. Mom said I should wear a half slip with my dress.”

“I thought it was just another way for girls to turn guys on,” Kerry said.

“Well, it works, doesn’t it? Look.” Brad said. He pulled the waistband of his briefs away from his stomach and looked down. Kerry leaned over and looked down Brad’s briefs. Then he pulled the waistband of his briefs out just like Brad had done. Brad leaned over and looked down inside. 

“Hey, Kerry, you’re getting a hard-on,” Brad said.

“What do you do with one when you get it?” Kerry asked.

“You two are just alike – B-A-D!” I said.

I took off my half-slip and handed it to Kerry.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked.

“Put it on. I just want to see if it turns Brad on.”

“Here, Brad, you put it on. I’ll tell you if it turns me on.” Kerry said, and handed it to Brad.

Brad picked up my panty hose and handed them to Kerry.

“OK, you put these on. We’ll both get turned on,” he said.

I took my half-slip away from Brad and my panty hose from Kerry.

“You guys are hopeless,” I said. “You’ll never grow up.”

“Kerry, did you hear the one about the guy who picked up a woman and took her back to his place for sex,” Brad asked.

“I don’t know. Tell it.”

“After he did it, he told her he would have done it slower if he’d known she was a virgin.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and she told him if she’d known he was in such a hurry, she’d have taken off her panty hose.”

They both stood there looking at me, waiting for my reaction. They were both grinning like jackasses and I was doing my best not to smile.

“Well, you two turned-0n little boys can just go sleep together for sex. I’m going to bed – by myself.”

I started to leave but Kerry caught my arm. He pushed me over to Brad and Brad wrapped both arms around me and pulled me up against him.

“You two go on to bed and love each other,” Kerry said. “I’m going to spank my monkey.”

That was one I’d never heard before but I knew what he meant.

“Don’t you want to come play with us,” I asked.

“Yeah, Kerry, you can play with us,” Brad said. “Just don’t ask me to suck your dick again.”

“Can we get serious for a minute?” Kerry asked.

Brad and I stood waiting, my arms around his waist, his arms around my shoulders. I could feel something in his briefs where they pressed against my tummy.

“I want you two to go to bed together and make love with each other,” Kerry said. “You don’t need me in there like a third wheel on a bicycle.”

“Don’t feel that way, Kerry,” Brad said. “I know you and Arial fool around sometimes. It doesn’t bother me. It won’t bother me if you do it with both of us.”

“What do you want to do, Kerry?” I asked.

“I don’t know. If Nicole was here, I’d take her to bed and try to figure out what to do with her. That’s what I’d like to do. I’d like to play with both of you but I don’t think I should.”

“Why?” Brad asked.

“I just think I ought to grateful for what you two have already done for me – fixing me up with Nicole, taking me out to a nice dinner.   You and Arial can enjoy loving each other without me. I’ll just go stroke my poker and think of Nicole.”

“You mean you’re going to tease your weasel?” Brad asked.

“Naah, I’m going to tussle with my muscle,” Kerry said.

“Well, I’m going to pet my panda and go to sleep,” I said. “You two can just go slay your sloths together.” 

They both shut up and looked at me. I guess they didn’t think girls had lots of names for it like the guys do. I stuck my tongue out at them and then went down the hall to my room.


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