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The Measure of Man is a story of love and sex in the lives of a husband, a
wife, and their three children. The story spans almost four decades in their
lives and tells of their love for each other and for individuals outside the
primary family. The sexual acts described vary greatly but all are within
the realm of those practiced by normal human beings. The Measure of Man is
an epic adventure and will be told in approximately forty chapters.
Twenty-five chapters (1,449 KB) have been completed. Additional chapters
will be published at no specific schedule.

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THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

22 - Son and Father

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
Sioned Stuart, 42
Kavan Stuart, 16
Arial Stuart, 14 (and ½)
Kerry Stuart, 11 (almost 12)
Kathryn Jenssen, 17
Lauren Andersen, 51

TELLING THE STORY
Kieran Stuart
Sioned Stuart
Kerry Stuart
Lauren Andersen

(SIONED)

On Sunday morning, Kieran was out of bed early. He tried to be
quiet while getting his running gear but he woke me as usual. I
tried to decide whether I wanted to go pee and go back to sleep
or go pee and make a pot of coffee. Pee and coffee won.

I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, white robe and socks,
when Lauren came in, white robe and socks. Our matching outfits
got a smile from of both of us. I poured her a cup of coffee.

"How do you feel this morning?"

"I'm tired and a little sore. Good sore. I'd forgotten how good
it is to feel this way from making love."

"Did Kerry bother you in bed last night? He can't sleep with you
all the time but he really wants to."

She smiled. "No, he didn't bother me. I got out a nightgown and
started to put it on. He told me I wouldn't need it. When I got
in bed, he snuggled up behind me. He reached around and put one
hand on my breast and that's the way we went to sleep. Do all men
like to do that?"

"He's just like his father. Is he still sleeping?"

"He woke up when I was getting my robe out of the closet. We had
the blanket over us last night and he kicked it off. I wish you
could have seen him stretch. Long arms and legs all over the
place. And I guess he had to show me his morning hard-on. Quite a
show. He mumbled something about sleeping with him again tonight,
about wanting me to himself or wanting to do something by
himself. I pulled the blanket up to his shoulders, kissed him on
the cheek, and told him `Yes, Kerry.'  He pulled the blanket over
his head; I think he wants to sleep some more."

"Seems like you've already got a date for tonight then."

"Already? Did you have something else in mind?"

"Yes, if we can talk Kerry into sharing you. I'd like you to
sleep with me and Kieran. Monday night?"

She hesitated in answering.

"I'm not sure that's wise, Sioned. I didn't come here to cause
problems for you two. Your marriage bed doesn't need anyone else
in it."

"You won't cause any problems. I know how strong our marriage is.
When Kieran told the kids you were lonely, Kerry came up with the
idea of making you part of our family. They talked it over and
then talked me and Kieran into it. They think being loved can
make anybody feel better. I agreed about the love part but I
wasn't sure how you'd be with the sex part."

"Then they're very smart children. When we talked on the phone,
I'm just glad you told me what might happen. I told you I hadn't
had sex with another man, except for Kieran, since Paul and I
married. I thought I was ready for whatever might happen. Quite
frankly, all of you sort of overwhelmed me last night."

"I warned you we played at sex with the kids. But last night was
a surprise to me too. We've never done anything like that
before."

She put her hand on mine. "It was fun, Sioned. I needed something
to make me feel alive again."

"If you sleep with us Monday night, I'd like to do something for
you and for Kieran both."

"What?"

"Somebody taught him about oral sex. He loves it. Me too. After
all these years of marriage, he still loves to get his mouth down
there. I just thought we'd give him a two-for-one. You know, both
of us, at the same time, and him. All the pussy he can eat. As
far as I know, that's one he's never done before."

"And what do we do for him?"

"After that, I hope you'll let him give you a good old-fashioned
fuck. You know, missionary position, legs up around his ass, him
pounding away until you can't take it any more. I love it when he
gets me that way. Maybe you might enjoy it too."

"And what are you going to do when he's pounding on me."

"Recuperating. You make sure Kerry has a good time tonight; I'll
make sure Kieran has one too."

"Sioned," she said," I've never done anything quite like last
night either. I wasn't expecting it and I guess I'd been denying
myself too long. Let me enjoy being loved by all of you for a few
days. I made a decision last night that I should have made months
ago. There's a man I've been thinking about, a widower, whose
wife died not long after Paul.  There's so much I've got to do in
the next month or so but I want to give him a call. If it works
out, I think I'd like to get married again."

I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad
you're thinking like that. You should open yourself to love
again. Don't you think Paul would want you to?"

She nodded and smiled at me.

"Now help me with Kieran. He's going to have a hard day today.
He's scared of calling Stuart. He knows he's got to tell the kids
the truth about how he helped you have Stuart. They're not going
to be satisfied until he tells them the whole truth. Will you be
OK with that?"

"Do you know about us? The whole truth?"

"Yes, he told me maybe ten years ago. I think he thought he'd
never see you again."

I heard Kieran coming up the stairs from the basement. I held my
finger up to my lips. She nodded her understanding.

(KIERAN)

On Sunday morning, I slipped out of bed early as usual. Weekday
habits were hard to break on weekends. I got my running shoes,
shirt and shorts, and tiptoed into the family room. I listened
but I didn't hear any one else. I went out the back door and then
down the hill for a run near the creek bank.

When I came back, dripping sweat and exhausted, Sioned and Lauren
were sitting on the counter stools in the kitchen. They both had
on a robe but neither seemed to care if it was open or closed.
Why would flashes of a woman's body, when she was clothed, be
more erotic than the same peeks when she was nude? I stripped off
my wet clothes and saw two women looking at my naked body.

Sioned had already poured me a big glass of orange juice. I
drained it without putting it down. She handed me a small towel
and I wiped off some of the sweat. She poured me a cup of coffee
and I sat down on a stool with them. I looked at Lauren. "How are
you this morning?"

"I'm fine, Kieran. A little sore but fine."

"Are you OK with what we did? It's the first time we've done
anything like that, the boys and me, I mean. The kids hatched the
plot. I'll admit I didn't need much convincing. Do you understand
what we were trying to do? It wasn't just sex."

"Sioned and I've been talking about it. She said Kerry came up
with the idea of reminding me how good life can be. He got the
other kids to help and they convinced you and Sioned."

"That's Kerry. He's our love child. We hadn't planned on having
him. Sioned's birth control pills didn't work because of an
antibiotic. We both think he's the closest thing to an angel
we've ever seen."

Lauren laughed.  "Even when the little angel is making love to an
old woman?"

Kieran asked, "How many kids his age could understand like he
does? That when you're lonely, making love can remind you how
good life can be? He was having fun. But what he did was for you
as well as for himself."

"I can't keep sleeping with him, you know. I'm old enough to be
his grandmother."

"We know. Sioned and I talked about that. Puberty hit him about
six months ago. He keeps bugging us to learn. We thought you'd be
a good teacher. You taught me very well."

I could see her eyes becoming moist and she sat sipping her cup
of coffee for a minute or so.  Finally she looked at both of us
and asked, "Is there a nice place where we could go to brunch
this morning? I'd like all of us to dress up a little and go
someplace real nice.  And it's my treat; don't argue with me."

Sioned stood up. "Let's wake up the kids and tell them to shower
and get dressed." She put her hand on Lauren's arm. "And would
you shower with me and old stinky here? It might take two of us
to get the sweat off him."

Sioned led her into our bedroom and on into our bath. I
remembered my first shower with a woman - Lauren - so many years
ago. They both helped in scrubbing me clean. They giggled like
schoolgirls together in washing my cock. It rose in appreciation
to a tired but willing state. I was glad when they let it be.

Afterwards, Sioned sat down on the stool in the bathroom so I
could blow-dry her hair and comb it out. Lauren sat down on the
commode and watched. "Do me next?" she asked. I nodded.  They
swapped places and I dried and combed Lauren's shorter straight
hair. Sioned pushed me down on the stool so she could try to comb
my hair. She never got it right. I always had to do it again when
she wasn't looking.

I caught Lauren's hand and looked up at her and Sioned. "There're
a couple of things I've got to do today. I've got to tell the
kids about us. I want them to know you and Paul asked me to be
the sperm donor for Stuart. I'm not going to lie about how I
donated that sperm. After that, I want to call Stuart and invite
him and his family to come for a visit with us."

"Are you going to try to put them up here, in your house?" Lauren
asked.

"Yes, we keep some foam mats here that we use at the cabin. We
can put the kids on those. We can put Stuart and Joanne in the
basement in Kavan and Kathryn's room or we can put them in
Arial's room."

"Could I make a suggestion?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Let me move in with Arial. Let Stuart and Joanne have the guest
bedroom where I've been sleeping with Kerry. We can put Kerry and
little Paul on mats in the living room. Tell Kerry he needs to
help take care of the baby."

Lauren and I looked at each other. Perfect solution. Solved more
than one problem. We nodded in agreement.

<><><>

Lauren insisted so we went to the best place in town for brunch.
The prices were certainly high enough. I still wondered how they
could make a profit after watching the kids eat. Even Arial went
back for more a couple of times.

<><><>

After brunch, we went back home, got undressed, and all started
doing whatever we wanted to do. I took the Sunday paper to the
deck and started reading. Kavan and Kathryn disappeared
downstairs to their bedroom. They didn't tell anybody what they
were going to do but their laughter on the way downstairs told
us. Arial and Kerry got books to read. In the summer, they always
had something to finish before their Monday morning trip to the
library. They curled up together on the couch on the deck.

Lauren complained of a little headache and some residual jet lag.
She asked for something for the headache and wanted to lie down
and rest for an hour or so. Sioned wanted to rest too so she
invited Lauren to join her in our bedroom.

After a while, I wandered into the bedroom. They both appeared to
be sleeping.  Lauren was curled up against Sioned. I stood
watching for a minute. Then I slipped quietly into bed with them
and curled up behind Lauren.

I must have had a good nap because I felt fine when I woke up. I
looked up and Arial and Kerry were at the foot of the bed,
looking at the three of us. When I moved, Lauren and Sioned did
too and I wondered how long they had been awake. Lauren held out
her arms to the kids and they crawled in bed with us. Lauren was
included in all the hugs and kisses, just as though she had
always been part of our family.

I knew it was time. I asked Kerry to tell Kavan and Kathryn to
come up to the family room. I knew I had to tell them about my
relationship with Lauren and Paul. They had to know I had a son
with Lauren and that I was already a grandfather.

<><><>

Sioned made us a big pitcher of lemonade. I needed it. My mouth
was dry and my hands were sweating. Sioned must have felt my
anxiety.

"I want you kids to sit and listen to what your father has to
say. He's got something important to tell you. Don't you dare
interrupt until he's finished! You can ask questions then." She
looked at me, smiled, and nodded. I looked at Lauren. She gave me
another smile and nod. I looked at the kids and started.

"I told you kids that Lauren was a very good friend when I was a
teenager. There's a lot more I didn't tell you. Lauren was
married to Paul when I met them. Paul had fertility problems.
They had one little girl who was conceived by artificial
insemination - from an anonymous sperm donor. They wanted to have
another child.  The second time, they chose the sperm donor. They
chose me. Lauren and I have a son together. His first name is
Stuart, the same as our last name. I've only seen him once, when
he was two. He's twenty-eight now. He's married to Joanne. They
have a son who's named after his grandfather, Paul. And Stuart
wants to come visit us."

Telling them took only a few minutes. Answering all the questions
took almost an hour. Arial was tickled to learn she had another
brother. I had to remind her that Stuart was her half-brother.
Kavan understood that I was a grandfather and called me Grandpa
during the questions. Kerry asked the most direct question of
all. He looked at Lauren and then at me, evidently thinking, and
then asked how I had donated the sperm. I knew there was no use
in trying to hide anything from our kids.

"I donated the sperm the old-fashioned way. Lauren was my first
teacher about love and sex, when I was sixteen. I made love with
her over a period of about three months. Paul knew about it and
was there when most of it occurred."

That provoked a torrent of questions. I started stumbling in
answering. With Lauren sitting next to me, I didn't know how much
she wanted me to tell. She settled that. She started helping me
tell the story. The kids - strange how I was constantly thinking
of Kathryn as one of our kids - got the honest unvarnished truth
about every bit of it. When Lauren told them about me smoking pot
and some of the things I'd done with Paul, I wondered what they
thought of me.

Kavan gave me an answer to that. He stated laughing, said I'd
been bad, and he was going to give me a noogie when we finished
our story. His knuckles on my head didn't hurt. His arm around my
neck felt just fine. While I was getting the treatment from
Kavan, I watched Arial hugging and kissing Lauren. Arial was
crying and so was Lauren. Kerry hugged Lauren next. He was almost
as tall as she was. He whispered something in her ear and she
smiled and nodded at him.

<><><>

Late that afternoon, I called Stuart. When he answered, I told
him who was calling. I told him I had him on a speakerphone and
Lauren and my family were listening. He was silent for a few
seconds.

"Lauren said you wanted to talk to me. She said it would be OK if
I called you."

"I do," he answered, in a voice full of barely-contained
emotions. "I've been trying to decide what to do. When Mom told
me she'd called you, I wanted to call you then. She told me she
was going to go see you herself and she'd let me know what to do.
So I assume she's OK with us talking and seeing each other
whenever we can."

"Yes, I'm taking her advice, s..." I caught myself before I
called him son. I was quiet for a moment.

"You were about to call me son, weren't you?" he asked.

"Yes."

"It's OK. I am your son. But Paul was my father. I always called
him Dad. I can't call you that."

"I don't want you to. Your father was a friend to a teen-aged
kid. I've had a lot of years to think about what I did at his
request. It took a real man to let me help him and your mother
have a family. I don't want you to think of him in any other way
but as your Dad."

"You can call me Stuart. But I won't mind being called son by
you. Paul loved you a great deal. I think he saw you as the sort
of son he wanted. I know he was happy with the one he got."

"You can call me Kieran if you wish. I'll even answer to Grandpa.
I think it's going to take some time for me to get used to that."

"OK, Grandpa it is then. Just wait until you see your grandson
Paul."

I watched my family as I talked to Stuart. Arial was sitting next
to Lauren on the couch holding her hand. Kerry was stretched out
on the couch, his head in Lauren's lap and his long legs over the
end of the couch. Kavan and Kathryn were sprawled on the floor.
Sioned was sitting near me. Gradually over the next hour or so,
they began to speak to Stuart. Stuart changed to speakerphone too
so his wife Joanne could listen and talk. Even their
three-year-old Paul got in on the conversation. Before it was
over, we had arranged for them to fly in on Thursday night, six
days after Lauren's arrival.

When I hung up the phone, it occurred to me that buying airline
tickets that quickly would be expensive. And that Stuart might
not be earning enough yet to afford them.

"Could I pay for the tickets for Paul and his family, Lauren? I
imagine I can afford them easier than he can."

She smiled at me. "You don't need to worry about that. I can
afford to buy them too. I bought all our tickets weeks ago, just
after I talked to your parents."

The kids had more questions for me but I had one for Lauren. "You
bought the tickets after you talked to my parents? How did you
know things would work out this well?"

"I talked to your parents. They remembered me. I think your
mother even had an idea of what we did when you were sixteen. She
told me enough about you so I knew you hadn't changed. I knew you
pretty well too. I didn't think we'd have any problems in getting
our families together."

The kids offered to fix Sunday night pizza for us. We kept the
crusts in the freezer and they each had their own favorite
version. We'd eaten all of their experiments except for the one
when Arial put two cans of anchovies on one pizza. I asked Kerry
to check the beer supply. I always wanted beer with my pizza and
Sioned had even decided she liked it with pizza too. I let Kavan
and Kathryn have what they wanted to drink and I'd never seen
Kavan have more than two. When Kavan reported back that the old
refrigerator in the basement was well stocked, I asked Lauren if
beer was OK with her. She nodded yes and I sent the kids off to
create.

Sioned brought up something I'd been thinking about.

"Lauren, would it be OK if we invited another young couple to
come for a visit? If we're going to Cabin in the Woods on
Saturday, they could meet us there. It's Luke and Rachael Bridges
and their daughter Adrianna. She's three, just like Paul, and
Luke and Rachael are about the same ages as Stuart and Joanne. If
Luke can get off work they might be able to stay the whole week."

Lauren looked from Sioned to me and then back. She must have
guessed there was a story behind Luke and Rachael.

"Tell me about them?" she asked.

I told here the short cleaned-up version, that Luke had lived
with us for his senior year in high school when he'd met Rachael,
and we'd been friends ever since, that they came for a visit
every few months, and that their little girl Adrianna even called
me Pop, for Grandpa.

Lauren saw Sioned smiling and evidently guessed there was more to
the story.

We gave her the full story. She laughed when she heard about my
battle with Rachael.

"Please invite them, Kieran. It sounds like they're part of your
family already. I don't think the week would be complete without
them.

<><><>

(KERRY)

I found Dad sitting on the deck after dinner. He was sitting
there just staring at nothing. Guess he was thinking all that
stuff he did when he was a kid. And then getting Lauren pregnant.
Boy, that's something. I've got a brother, half-brother, who's
old enough to be my dad. That's scary. Hope I like him. I sure
like his mom. Hope I don't get her pregnant.

"Hello, Squirt. You sleeping with Lauren again tonight?"

"Yeah, Dad, that's what I wanna talk to you about - sleeping with
Lauren - and having sex with her."

"Are you OK about her having sex with you last night? And then
Kavan and me?"

"Yeah, Dad, I think I understand what me and Kerry and you were
doing.  We weren't just having sex with Lauren, were we? We were
just doing what I wanted to for her.  We were showing her how
good it feels to be loved, weren't we."

He looked at me like I was somebody he didn't know.

"No Kerry, it's not just about sex. Lauren's been very lonely and
unhappy since her husband Paul died. When we played together with
her last night, she had a lot of fun and we made her happy again.
 Can you understand that?"

"Sure, it's just like when I'm being a mean little bastard. You
and Mom love me into being good. When Mom pulls me up against her
with my head on her shoulder and then you hold me from behind,
it's like you're ganging up on me to make me straighten up. It
makes me want to be good to you in return. If you can love me out
of being bad, I guess you can love her out of unhappiness."

Dad looked at me as though I'd just discovered electricity or
something.

"What, Dad? I'm not a dummy, you know."

"No, Kerry, you're certainly not. But if you want to have sex
with Lauren tonight, that's between the two of you. You know what
I've told you about that."

"Yeah, Dad, your usual lecture. Like if a girl gives me a blowjob
and the guys at school ask me if she sucks cock, I'm supposed to
say I tried to kiss her and she wouldn't even let me do that. I
understand why a real man doesn't talk about what he does with a
woman. Cause it's nobody else's business."

"That's just about it, Kerry. You may want to brag but that just
means you're hurting her first and yourself second. Don't do it."

"OK Dad, skip the lecture. Lauren and I didn't have sex when we
slept together Friday night. We didn't even do it any more after
we went to bed last night. I think we're going to tonight but I
need to talk to you first."

"Let me get this straight, son. You've slept with her a couple of
times. You didn't have sex either night? Except for what we did
together last night?"

"No Dad, I don't think either of us needed to. She let me put my
hand on her breasts, like Mom does sometimes. She even let me
suck on them. When I put my hand between her legs, she didn't
slap my hand away like Mom does. I even got my finger in her
pussy; boy, was she wet."

"And that's all you did, both nights?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. Last night, I was lying on my back
and she put her hand over my dick. She pushed my foreskin back
and played with the head with her fingers. When I got hard, she
put her hand over it and held it down against my stomach. She
played with my balls with her fingertips and it tickled but I
liked it."

"And how did Lauren seem to be about all that. Did she seem
happy? Did you know if she had any trouble sleeping?"

"I don't think so. I spooned up behind her, just like you do with
Mom. She put my hand on her breast and held it there. We just
went to sleep like that. I hope she liked it. I liked it a lot."

"If you woke up during the night, was she still in bed with you?
You didn't wake up and find her crying, did you?"

"No, I woke up the first night `cause her head was on my shoulder
and my arm had gone to sleep. Her eyes were open and she was
looking at me. I just moved over and kissed her on the lips and
then we went back to sleep. I didn't even wake up last night"

"But you want to sleep with her again tonight? And this time you
want to have sex, is that right?"

"Yeah, Dad, I wanna sleep with her. And I want to do some other
stuff too. I don't understand what I want to do. I wanna put my
face on her pussy like you do with Mom. I wanna fuck her too but
I guess she'd say my dick's too little."

"Kerry, your dick's not too little. It's lots bigger now than it
was a year ago. You're probably going to have one like Kavan and
me. Yours is already big enough now to make a woman come, isn't
it?"

"Did I really make her come, Dad? I sorta figured she was just
saying that to be nice `cause I'm a little kid."

"She told you that she had an orgasm with you last night. Your
Mom asked her about it and she said you really did make her
come."

"I guess I came too `cause it got to where I couldn't stand to do
it any more. I felt like something was squeezing me and it felt
real good. Is that like a real orgasm?"

"Sounds like it, Kerry. Are you ejaculating yet when you jack
off?"

"I guess so. Some. It doesn't squirt out like Kavan's does. And
it's not all white like his. More like water, a little white in
it."

"And it feels real good when it comes out, like you can't stand
to rub your dick anymore?"

"Yeah, first I don't wanna stop and then, when that happens, I
can't stand to do it any more for a few minutes."

"Well, keep practicing. Seems like you're having real orgasms.
They'll get better. I think you're growing up right on schedule,
son."

"Can I sleep with her tonight, Dad?"

"May I?"

"No, Dad, not you, me!"

"Kerry, you know the difference. Don't play dumb. You've always
got to ask Lauren, not me."

"May I, Dad? I've already asked her. She says it's OK.  But I
want you to tell me it's OK. I want to have sex with her again. I
want you to tell me it's OK for me to do that with her. I'm just
a kid and she's a grown woman."

"Son, you're going to make some woman a fine husband one of these
days.  You know that woman can't be Lauren. Just don't get too
possessive over her. She's a lot older than you are. You know you
can't keep sleeping with her, don't you?"

"I know that, Dad. But she's still a beautiful woman. And If I
talk with Lauren and we agree on doing something, it's OK with
you and Mom?"

"Yes, Kerry, it's fine with us. You're fine with both of us.

<><><>

After I talked to Dad, I took a bath by myself in the basement
shower. I put on some underarm deodorant.  Mom says I smell
sometimes now and she got me my own deodorant. I never smell
myself but I can smell Kavan and Dad. I looked close under my
arms but I couldn't see but a few hairs yet. I checked around my
dick and didn't see any more than last time I looked - just some
around the base of my dick. My dick was a lot bigger than last
year but I couldn't tell if it had grown any lately. My dick
decided by itself to get hard, like it does sometimes. I rubbed
it to help it. When it was hard, I got the ruler off the shelf
where I keep it and checked. It was about four and a half inches,
maybe more. About the same as it was when I checked it a couple
of weeks ago. I checked again. It was definitely closer to five.
My balls were lots bigger than they were last summer. It was kind
of funny the way my scrotum was now. It was looser and thinner
and my balls hung down lower. I wondered how low they'd get
before I was grown. I checked my mustache in the mirror. Dad
calls it a mustache even if you can't see it unless you look
close. He told me I didn't need to worry about shaving yet. I
hope I don't get zits.

I put on my pajama shorts and a white terry robe. When I went
upstairs, I checked the clock. It was a few minutes before eight.
I went in the family room and found Lauren. She was talking to
Mom and Dad. Arial was reading.  Kavan and Kathryn were groping
each other.

I walked up to Lauren and held out my hand to her. She looked at
me and smiled. Mom and Dad were looking at me. I looked around
and Arial and Kavan and Kathryn were looking at me.

"What? Lauren says she wants to go to bed early. She says we've
got a busy day tomorrow."

Lauren took my hand and we went down the hallway to the guest
bedroom. I don't know why they all had to watch. I shut the door
behind us. I didn't want anybody bothering us.

Lauren gave me another big smile. She was beautiful when she
smiled.

"I want to take a quick shower, Kerry. I won't be but just a few
minutes.

One of her suitcases was open and I stood looking at it. On the
top on one side I saw a white nightgown. On the opposite side I
saw her underwear, bras in one stack and panties in another. The
nightgown looked fresh and smooth. I guessed she hadn't worn it
since she was at our house. I picked up the nightgown and smelled
it. It smelled nice but it didn't smell like her. I picked up a
pair of panties and smelled them too. They didn't smell like
anything. I thought of something Dad and I had talked about once.
I took the nightgown and panties in the bathroom and laid them on
the commode. I don't even think she heard me come in.

I went back to her bedroom and took my robe off. I sat down on
the bed Indian fashion. Dad kids me when I sit like that. He says
it looks like I'm meditating. I made sure she couldn't see
anything down the legs of my pajamas.

When she came out, she had on the nightgown. I guessed she had on
the panties but I couldn't see them. She looked in her suitcase
and found a hairbrush and started brushing her hair.

"Don't you want to sleep with me without anything on tonight?"
she asked.

I nodded that I did.

"Then why did you bring me the nightgown and panties?"

"Your nightgown was on top of the stuff in your suitcase. It made
me think of something Dad and I talked about once."

"Are you going to tell me?"

 "I asked Dad why Mom wore a nightgown and panties sometimes and
he wore pajamas. He said it was because the gift is more precious
when you have a beautiful package to unwrap.  I thought that made
sense."

"Kerry, you are an amazing boy. You've got more sense than a lot
of men."

"Then it's OK if I unwrap the package? And it's OK if I want to
do some other stuff before we go to sleep? Dad say's it's OK with
him if I just ask you."

"What do you want to do, Kerry?"

"You taught Dad about making love. I think that's why he doesn't
want us to call it fucking, why he says he makes love with Mom.
That's what I want to do - make love with you. Saturday night was
fun but too many of us were playing at the same time. I want to
play with just you this time."

"I'd like that too, Kerry."

"Can I ask one more question before we do anything?"

"May I?"

"Yeah, you may. Come on, Lauren. I know the difference. I just
don't think of it every time."

"Yes, you may."

"Is my dick too little? Arial says it is. She says grown women
want somebody like Dad. Maybe like Kavan. His is big now."

She looked at me kind of funny like. Mom and Dad do it all the
time. I never know if it's because I've asked a stupid question
or a smart one.

"Kerry, when you open your package tonight, I want you to put one
finger in my vagina as deep as you can and just think about what
it feels like around your finger. Do you think you can do that?"

"Sure."

"When you do, think about how my vagina touches all around your
finger. When put you dick in me, it'll expand to hold you the
same way. If your father puts his in me, it expands the same
way."

"But it's not long like Dad's. His is at least two inches longer
than mine when we're both hard, maybe three."

"You'll be longer, Kerry. You'll be bigger. But you need to
understand something. Most of the nerves that make it feel so
good for a woman are in the part you can touch with your finger.
Most of the nerves that make it feel good for you are in the head
of your dick, aren't they?"

I thought about that for a while. She was right about my dick.

"So I can make you come even if my dick isn't big and long like
Kavan's and Dad's."

"You did that last night, Kerry. I'll bet you can do it again
tonight."

That was what I wanted to know.

Lauren lay down on the bed and I turned over on my side so I
could look at her. I didn't know what to do first. Was I supposed
to kiss her first and then feel her? When was I supposed to
unwrap her package? I thought maybe I'd better ask her.

"What do you want to do first?"

"I thought you men decided that, Kerry. Will you really let me do
what I want to first?"

"Sure, I'll let you do anything you want to."

"It's sort of a secret fantasy of mine, Kerry. It's something
I've wanted to do since the first time I saw you. I'd really like
to do it if you'll let me."

I knew she was teasing me. I'm no dummy. "I'll let you, Lauren. I
might even help you. What is it?"

"I want to unwrap your package. I want you to lie down and let me
play with it while it's wrapped up. Then I want to unwrap it and
play with it some more.  Then I want to put my mouth on it and
see if I can make you come."

It was already hard. It got harder when she said that. When she
put her hand on my shorts and felt it, I think it got harder
again. When she fished it out through the fly, I was afraid she
was going to break it off. She played with it some more. She
liked sliding the skin up and down on it as much as I did. She
started to pull my shorts down and I lifted my hips up and helped
her. When she leaned over and took half of it in her mouth and
sucked on it, it felt like it was going to burst. Then she did
something I couldn't believe. She pushed her mouth down until her
lips were around the base of my cock, in my pubic hair. I don't
know where the head went. She let most of it slip out, took a
deep breath, and did it again. I was about to rip the sheets off
the bed. She kept doing it. Then she started sucking hard on the
head and then going down on it. I knew something was going to
bust wide open. I tried to tell her something was going to happen
if she didn't stop. But I couldn't say anything. I could feel it
starting somewhere back behind my balls. It was like a big hand
squeezing somewhere in there and it felt the best of anything I'd
ever felt. I thought I couldn't stand it anymore. Then it started
pumping or squeezing something out through my dick.  That felt
the best of all. When it stopped, Lauren took another deep breath
and swallowed. She gave me a big smile and said, "Kerry, you
taste good."

I was glad my dick stayed hard because I wanted to do something
to her. I was glad she gave me a couple of minutes to rest up,
though.

After that, she made me be real slow about everything else. She
showed me now she liked to be kissed. She let me play with her
through her nightgown and let me put my hand under it and on her
panties. I pushed them to one side and teased my finger into her
pussy. I tried to feel it all around my finger like she said. She
decided it was time to unwrap my package; she pulled her
nightgown up and I pulled it over her head. All she had on was
the panties. She lay back down and gave me a big grin. I rolled
over on her with my mouth at her breasts and sucked on her
nipples. She put her hands underneath her breasts and she gave me
first one and then the other to suck on. I really liked doing
that. I decided it was time to go down on her like Dad had told
me.

When I got down there, I wasn't sure what to do.  I got my nose
between her legs next to her panties and smelled them again. They
sure smelled different now.  I pulled them to one side and tried
to find out where to put my mouth. I'd seen pussies before, Mom's
and Arial's and Kathryn's. I knew they sometimes sort of closed
up and then sometimes they were wide open. Lauren's was kind of
closed up. I guessed I'd better take her panties off. She lifted
her hips up to help me.  I got back down and tried kissing her
pussy and then licking but all I got was hair in my mouth. Lauren
put her hands on both sides of my head and sort of showed me
where to lick. It was right up at the top of her cunt. I'd have
never found it without help. I licked it and sucked it like Dad
told me to do. She must have liked it because she started
squirming. I was hoping I could make her come like I was supposed
to but she decided she wanted me to fuck her.

She started saying stuff like, "Come on, Kerry; fuck me. Come on,
baby; fuck me. I want to feel your big dick."  I crawled up on
her and she held it while I pushed. It went in like it was
greased. I didn't ever want to take it out. I tried to push it in
as deep as I could. She raised her legs up and wrapped them
around my ass. I could feel my dick in her up to my balls. She
squeezed me with her legs like she wanted me to stay in her. I
tried to stay still but I couldn't. My dick wanted to slide in
and out so it did. I liked that even better. I guess Lauren did
too because after a while she started making noises. I was really
getting to like it when something happened. She started cussing,
saying stuff like, "Oh, shit. Oh, damn." Over and over. I felt
something squeezing on my dick. I liked that too. I kept pushing
in her and pulling it out and I felt the squeezing start in my
insides too. When it started this time, I went somewhere. I don't
know where. When I came back, I was laying on top of Lauren. My
face was buried in her hair, beside her neck. She was breathing
real hard. So was I.

I looked at the clock. It was only nine fifteen. Good. I had time
to do some more stuff with her before my bedtime.

<><><>

(SIONED)

Monday morning, I woke up without an alarm clock at six as usual.
I was nestled up against Kieran. I slipped out quietly and went
to the bathroom. I peed, washed my face and hands and brushed my
hair. The morning was a little cool so I slipped on a robe and
found some white socks for my feet. When I opened the bedroom
door, Lauren was just coming out of the room she was sharing with
Kerry, white socks and robe again.

In the kitchen, I asked Lauren to make a pot of coffee while I
began assembling breakfast. I'd taken a banana-nut bread out of
the freezer the night before and it was on the counter ready for
slicing and toasting. Lauren made a big bowl of fresh mixed
fruit. I made a big ham and cheddar frittata for the ones who
wanted it. I sat the orange juice cartons on the kitchen counter
and decided that was enough. I sat down on a stool and poured two
cups of coffee.

While we were sipping our coffee, we heard metal clanging against
metal down in the basement.

"Kavan's lifting weights," I told Lauren. "He and Kathryn have
part time jobs working for a landscaping company this summer.
They need to be there by eight and they'll quit about noon. They
should be back by about twelve thirty."

The clanging noise got louder.

"Kavan'll be up in a few minutes with shorts and shirt on. He
likes to wear sweatshirts with the sleeves cut off so he can show
off his biceps. Make sure you admire his muscles."

"He lifts weights like that every morning? You don't need an
alarm clock, do you?"

"Not exactly like that. Let me tell you what happened a couple of
weeks ago." I leaned closer to Lauren and she leaned across the
counter top.

"I heard the weights clanging and Kathryn and Kavan laughing. I
opened the basement doors and yelled at them, asking what they
were doing. Kathryn invited me down. When I got downstairs, Kavan
was on the exercise bench doing pushups. He was still naked and
so was Kathryn. She was sitting on top of him, straddling his
body."

"You mean they were having sex while he was lifting weights?"

 "Yes," I giggled, "sex like you wouldn't believe. She was
sitting on his dick, facing toward his feet. He was lifting his
usual one hundred pounds of weight. When he let the weight down,
he lifted his butt up off the bench and Kathryn's feet came off
the floor. She had to hold on to his legs to keep from falling
off. He'd lift the weights and then Kathryn. Did it maybe a half
dozen times. Then he really had to show off. He took some deep
breaths, lifted the weights up until his arms were straight, then
lifted Kathryn up with his stomach and hip and legs muscles - at
the same time."

"You're kidding. He's that strong?"

"Yes, but that's not the best part. He was looking at me while I
was watching him do it. He held the weights and Kathryn at the
same time and still managed to grunt out something to me. He
said, `Tell Dad having orgasms like this is great. You two ought
to try it.'"

"Did you tell Kieran?"

"No, I don't know whether to or not."

<><><>

That was our last quiet moment together for a while. It was
laundry day. Kavan brought his and Kathryn's stuff from the
basement in two baskets. Arial brought hers in her arms. Kieran
brought in a basketful from our bedroom. Kerry brought in one
too. I could see he'd brought Lauren's dirty clothes with his
own. I went over and started sorting everything out in piles on
the kitchen floor. Lauren started helping me without saying a
word, just smiling. I carried a basket into the laundry room and
started the first one load.

Arial came back carrying a book. She poured herself orange juice
and then started reading. Kerry came back with his arms full of
sheets and pillowcases from the bed where he and Lauren were
sleeping. He piled them with the other sheets, went over to
Lauren and kissed her on the cheek. Arial was watching. When
Kerry looked at her, she stuck her tongue out at him. He sat down
beside her and started reading her book while he ate. He liked
the frittata. Arial put the book where they both could read and
nibbled on the banana-nut bread.

Kieran came in again dressed for work, suit, no coat on yet. He
asked me to call Luke and Rachael and invite them to come for a
visit. He and Sioned talked while he ate. He kissed every one of
us, as usual, and left.

Kavan and Kathryn ate their customary big breakfasts and left for
work. They both kissed me and Lauren goodbye. Kathryn whispered
something to Lauren and Lauren said something I couldn't hear
back to her. They kept whispering until Kathryn seemed satisfied
and left with Kavan. Arial and Kerry wandered off somewhere.

 Lauren and I were suddenly alone. I poured us another cup of
coffee. Since I'd started using half and half decaffeinated and
regular, I allowed myself a second cup. We cleaned up the
remnants of the bread and frittata and fresh fruit.

"What did Kathryn want?" I asked.

"She said she and Kavan want me to sleep with them. I told her I
couldn't because I was sleeping with you and Kieran tonight. She
asked me for Tuesday night and I said OK."

"Did you enjoy sex with Kerry last night?" I asked. "Was he a
good lover?" She told me - in detail. I was very proud of my son.

We took Arial and Kerry to the library by nine so they could get
their bi-weekly collection of books. Arial had discovered William
Butler Yeats and 18th century English women writers. Kerry was
reading books about geology and paleontology. I couldn't follow
him when he skipped from Lucy to plate tectonics. I couldn't
understand why the librarian wanted them to have restricted
library cards. They said they'd meet me out front at eleven.

We dropped off the dry cleaning and then ran back by the house to
start another load of laundry and to fold the ones in the dryer.
We went to the grocery store. Lauren wanted to pay for the
groceries but I insisted she was our guest. We went back home and
I put away the groceries while she made telephone calls. I
started another load in the washer and folded a load out of the
dryer. When I went looking for Lauren, she was in the family
room. She had a laptop computer open on the coffee table and was
typing on it while she talked. I looked for the phone she was
using to talk and didn't see one. Then I saw she had on a small
headset.

We went to pick up Arial and Kerry at the library at eleven. They
both had their arms full. Lauren asked if they really read so
many books. I told her it was their bi-weekly checkout and
sometimes they had to renew some of the books.

We were folding the last load of laundry when she asked me about
getting a real estate agent.

"Could you or Kieran recommend a good real-estate agent for me,
Sioned? I want to look for a house - one big enough for me and
Stuart and Joanne and Paul. And I'll probably be buying some more
property when I find it. There'll be a good bit of money involved
and I want somebody I can trust to look out for my interests."

"I know a young man I think you'd like," I said. "Kieran's
company uses him and he's worked with him on a number of
transactions. Let's talk to Kieran and see what he thinks."

"I may move rather fast. I need the house before the fall
semester starts at the university. That's about four weeks."

"You've already decided to move here then? And Stuart and his
family?"

"We decided on that weeks ago. We just had to check out one last
thing - the Stuart family. I just called Stuart - That's going to
get confusing, isn't it, having a son called Stuart and being
involved with a family of Stuarts? - and he's calling the
university right now to accept a job. And he's calling the
research center too, to accept a job with them.

Names weren't the only thing confusing. I let it show.

"Sioned, Stuart's a brilliant young man, high-genius IQ. He's
been offered a research position at the university and another
with a company in the research park. They both want him and
they've agreed to share him. The jobs overlap anyway. I don't
understand what he does but he can handle it. He's always handled
everything. He and Joanne and little Paul moved in with me when
big Paul got bad sick. We like living together. We're going to
stay together when we move here."

"And you had all this worked out before you ever called us?"

"Well, I didn't do all of it. Stuart and I made most of the
plans. He found the jobs and liked them so that sort of clinched
it. The only thing I didn't have worked out was you and Kieran
and your family. That's why I decided to come see you."

At noon, we fixed lunch for the crew, sandwiches and fruit and
iced tea. Kavan and Kathryn came in hot and tired and thirsty.
They stripped off dirty clothes and took them in the laundry
room. They wanted to eat first and shower later. We all fixed our
plates and went out on the deck to eat. Kavan whispered something
to Lauren and she nodded. He smiled back at her. After lunch,
they wanted to shower and rest for a while. I knew that meant sex
for a while. They invited the rest of us to shower with them.
Kavan and Kathryn were already naked. Arial stood up and kept
reading while she took off her shirt and shorts. She was ready.
Kerry had his nose buried in a new book. I leaned over and turned
it upside down. He looked around at the other kids and took off
his shorts and shirt. I looked at Lauren for her response.

"Could we just watch? I can't keep up with you kids. I'm not a
teenager any more, you know."

Sweet Kerry. dear Kerry. Somehow, he knew just the words to say.

"Well, you were last night."

I made a mental note to kiss him for that. Maybe Lauren did too.

Lauren and I sat on the steps while they showered. The four of
them started two showerheads and Arial and Kerry helped the two
workers scrub clean. They'd done it quite often this summer. They
started their horseplay - grab-ass, Kerry called it - and soon he
and Kavan were sporting hard-ons. I think Lauren was surprised
again when first Kathryn and then Arial kneeled down and sucked
on their dicks for a minute or so. Kavan finally had enough. He
grabbed Kathryn, both still dripping wet, and dragged her into
the basement bedroom. Kerry and Arial turned off the shower, got
towels, and dried off. They followed us back up the stairs to the
kitchen, both got a book to read, and went out on the deck. Kerry
still had an erection. It was all an everyday scene to me. I
wondered how it looked to Lauren.

I sorted the clean folded laundry and started putting them in the
baskets. Lauren asked me how I knew what went to each. I told her
that the boys all had different waist sizes so their underwear
was easy. Same with shorts. Kieran and Kavan wore the same size
knit shirt and they didn't care who got what. Arial and I wore
different sizes in everything. Towels didn't matter. Sheets did
but there were only two king-size beds and the rest were regular.
The baskets were color-coded. We all made the system work with
even thinking about it.

By mid-afternoon, I had everything done. I made a pot of hot tea
and found some lemon cookies I liked. I invited Lauren to sit
with me on the deck while we had tea and cookies. I knew what I
was going to fix for supper - Beef bourguignon with bread and
salad. It wouldn't take long. I had never read all of the Sunday
paper so I got that. We didn't subscribe to the daily paper
because nobody ever had time to read it. I was in the Arts and
Entertainment section while Lauren looked at the Real Estate.

She started reading me a description of a property that was for
sale: 300 + acres in horse-shoe bend of river, old house on
promontory of ridge, heavily wooded with hardwood trees, cliff,
cave, some remaining bottom land for crops.

Kerry didn't even lift his eyes from the book he was reading.
"That's the Freeloft property. Mrs. Freeloft says she's got to
sell it. Her husband is in the early stages of Alzheimer's
disease. She says they're land rich and money poor."

Lauren looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know how
he knew about it. He looked up and saw we were waiting.

"We found if when we were exploring down the river, me and Larry
and Kirk. If you go down the creek to where it runs into the
river and then down the river a little, that's the Freeloft
property. It's about thirty minutes walking."

"You know Mrs. Freeloft?" I asked.

"Yeah, Mom, we met her last year. We were trying to figure out
the geology on the cliffs down there. We cut over the hill on the
way back and saw the house. They were out in the yard. They
invited us in for something to drink and we stayed for a while.
We see them every time we go down there. They always ask us to
come back soon."

"Would you tell me about them?" Lauren asked. "You say Mr.
Freeloft has Alzheimer's. What else do you know about them?"

"They're real nice to us. Seems like they're always glad to see
us. They're close to eighty years old. Don't have any kids. They
seem like they're in good health except Mr. Freeloft's getting
confused and forgetful."

"She said they were land rich and money poor? Those are her
words?"

"Yeah, she said she wants to move into town so she can have
somebody to take care of them. She's already having problems with
Mr. Freeloft going off and forgetting how to get home. She says
she doesn't have much money but the land is worth a lot. She
wants to sell it so she can take care of Mrs. Freeloft and
herself."

"Can you tell me about the property?"

"She says it's about three hundred acres. Sort of in a horseshoe
bend in the river. On the north side, there're limestone cliffs.
The south side slopes down to bottomland that they used to farm.
If you turn off Highway 20, there's a dirt road about a half-mile
long that goes to two houses. The old house's a stone house that
nobody lives in. They live in a brick house close to it. She told
us Mr. Freeloft's great grandfather built the stone house.
Nobody's lived in it for years and years. She says keeping a good
roof on it and paying property taxes are just too much."

"Could you take me to the property tomorrow afternoon? I'd rather
drive than walk. Could you show me around the property? And
introduce me to the Freelofts?"

"Sure, Kavan knows them too. We could show you all over the
property. We've explored almost all of it. About the only place
we've never gone is the cave. They asked us to stay out of it."

I could tell that Lauren was interested in the property. I had no
idea how interested. She turned to me.

"Sioned, I'm impulsive. But I know what I want and I usually get
it. Will you help me get something started without asking too
many questions?"

"I will if Kieran helps too."

"Fine. Now first I want a good lawyer, one that knows property
and trusts and corporations. One that I can keep for years. He'll
be glad he has me for a client. I want him to contact the
Freelofts. I want to see the property tomorrow. I want the lawyer
to be ready to offer them $100,000 for an option on the property.
I want the property off the market immediately. If it turns out
to be what I want, I want to buy the property from them. I'll
offer them a good price on the property which'll include a trust
to care for both of them as long as necessary. Can you call
Kieran and you two help me get a lawyer to do the work for me? We
can get that young real estate agent working on it too, if Kieran
agrees."

This was a Lauren I hadn't seen before. "You want me to call him
now? He'll be home in a few hours."

"Now! I want to have a lawyer representing me tomorrow morning. I
want him to start planning tomorrow morning. If I give him the
go-ahead tomorrow after I see the property, I want him and the
agent to start working on it this week. I want the property off
the market by Wednesday afternoon, earlier if possible."

She turned back to Kerry.

"Kerry, would you like to have a job working for me?"

Kerry looked at me. I knew he didn't know what to say.

"Lauren, do you mean you want to hire him as an employee or do
you just want him to help you with something?

"I want to hire him as an employee. Don't worry. I know what I'm
doing. I'm going to be starting a company, a corporation, here.
Kerry's going to be my first employee. Kavan's going to be my
second. And you're my third. As soon as you help me get that
lawyer, I'll have him set up the corporation and start hiring.
Kerry and Kavan need to start keeping time sheets of how much
they work for me. Kerry can have an hour for this afternoon. When
they take me to the Freeloft property tomorrow afternoon, they
need to put it on their timesheets. I'll set up their pay rates
and pay schedule when I have time. You're salaried so don't worry
about timesheets."

She looked back at Kerry. He was watching us in bewilderment. He
wasn't the only one who was bewildered. This was a Lauren I
hadn't expected. I went in the house to call Kieran. He was
certainly right when he said our lives were going to change when
Lauren came. I wondered how much more they were going to change.

<><><>

 (KIERAN)

Monday afternoon when I came in, Lauren was on the telephone. I
asked Sioned what was going on and she told me. She said Lauren
had been on the phone with different people since mid-afternoon.
She'd already talked to the lawyer and the real estate agent I'd
recommended and they'd agreed to start work for her immediately.
She said she didn't know what she'd told them but she was very
insistent and persuasive. She'd called Stuart and talked to him
for a while. Now she was back talking with the real estate agent
again.

Sioned and Arial were in the kitchen fixing dinner. I asked if I
had time for a quick shower and was told to be back in five
minutes. I washed off the day's sweat and worries and was back in
four. Lauren was still on the phone. I made an eating motion with
my hand toward my mouth and she held up a finger and mouthed the
words, "One minute."

The table was set in the dining room, not the kitchen, and they'd
put out our good china. I knew this was some sort of special
occasion. Since Sioned and I weren't particularly religious, we
never said grace. But we did have a practice we followed on
special occasions like this. I held out my hand to Lauren on my
right and to Sioned on my left. They linked hands with the kids
around the table. I leaned over to Sioned and gave her a kiss.
She passed it to Kavan, who passed it to Kathryn, Kathryn to
Kerry, Kerry to Arial, Arial to Lauren, and finally, Lauren back
to me.

The kids knew that the rule for dinner was quiet conversation. No
school problems, no work problems, no business world problems.
Just family things like what they'd read that day, what they'd
done, who they'd seen. They showed they could use good manners
when they wanted to. I knew that the rule came off as soon as we
started cleaning up after dinner. Sioned had a German chocolate
cake for dessert. I begged off and asked for mine later with a
cup of decaf coffee.

The torrent of questions started when we started taking the
dishes to the kitchen. I had as many as the kids did. Lauren just
kept smiling and telling us what her plans were. I was more than
a little amazed.  I remembered that Sioned was supposed to call
Luke and Rachael. When I asked, she said she had.

"Luke called me back this afternoon and said he could be off all
of next week. They're going to leave early on Saturday morning
and, if the traffic's no problem, should be at the cabin about
noon. Luke's offered to bring something you'll like."

"What's that?"

"Fifty pounds of shrimp. He knows a shrimp-boat captain who
usually comes in about six in the morning.  He wants to do a big
Carolina shrimp boil on Saturday night for everybody. Only
problem is, the shrimp'll be so fresh they'll still be heads on.
We'll have to de-head them before we boil them."

The kids had enjoyed the previous time he'd brought shrimp when
they came for a visit. But those had already been de-headed. I
looked around and saw that they were all listening.

"You hear that, kids, all the fresh shrimp you can eat. But
you've got to help de-head them. Any volunteers?"

Kavan's and Kerry's arms were in the air before I finished
speaking. Kathryn reluctantly raised hers. Arial raised her hand
slowly and said, "Yuk."

I looked at Sioned and then at Lauren. I ended up with six
volunteers and one conscript.

 Later we went out on the deck for dessert and coffee. Since it
was decaf, I let the kids have it if they wanted it. Arial and
Kerry wanted milk instead. The kids were still asking Lauren and
me questions and we were both giving answers that provoked more
questions. About eight, Sioned came over and whispered in my ear.
She and Lauren went down the hallway to our bedroom. I waited a
few minutes as if I'd been instructed and then told the kids that
Lauren was sleeping with us tonight. I got the responses I
expected.

"Just don't let'em keep you up all night, Dad." "Get a good
night's sleep, Dad, so you can work hard tomorrow." "Don't let'em
give you a hard time, Dad." "Remember Dad, if you can't beat'em,
eat'em." The last one was from Kathryn; it was the first time
she'd called me Dad.

Sioned and Lauren had the Jacuzzi ready. The bathroom was warm
and lit by candles. I knew it was a romantic cliché but I always
enjoyed it. They made me get in at the narrow end and they sat
side-by-side on the wide end. It felt strange to have four feet
on me, one on each side and two in the middle. The two in the
middle made me hard as usual. I tried to find a place for each of
my big toes and kept getting pushed away. It was nice to soak in
the tub with one woman, even better with two.

Lauren was leaned back at her end of the tub with her eyes
closed.

"Sioned, did Kieran tell you that I jerked him off while I was
nursing our first baby? He had on white tennis shorts and white
briefs. That was the first time that afternoon."

"No, did you really? The first time? How many times did he do
it?" "

She was lying. I had told her.

"Four. The second time he fucked me. Took that big uncircumcised
cock of his and filled up my cunt."

"No! Filled you up? To overflowing?"

I smiled and decided to let them tease all they wanted to.

"Yeah, but it was only halfway full the first time."

"Did he do it again?"

"Twice more. The fourth time, he filled my cunt the rest of the
way up with his come. I had a full tank when I sent him home."

"You skipped the third time."

"I sucked him off the third time. I wish you could have seen the
look on his face when I made him come in my mouth and I
swallowed. Third time, I didn't think he'd have much come. I was
wrong. He almost gagged me. I was so damn hot, I think I could
have swallowed his balls."

I remembered. It had felt like she was going to swallow my balls.

"Just don't try to suck them dry, Lauren. It won't work. I know.
I've tried it."

"Could I suck him off again tonight, Sioned? It's been a long
time since I've had his flavor."

"You can if you'll let me help."

"How will we know when he's going to come? I want to be the one
who gets his load."

"We'll watch his balls. When they draw up tight, you'll know he's
close. When he starts trying to shove it down your throat, you'd
better get ready."

Who was I to argue?

They made me stand up in the Jacuzzi. I had to be careful where I
put my feet in the hot sudsy water to keep from stepping on them.
I finally ended up with one foot between Sioned's legs and the
other between Lauren's. If they'd sucked half as much as they
giggled, I'd have come sooner. I stood there with one hand on
each head as they had their way with me. I shut my eyes and
surrendered. Two mouths, four hands. I couldn't tell which one
was doing what. I didn't care. I tried to hold out, to enjoy it
as long as I could. Somebody's hand was stroking my cock up and
down just the way I liked it, pulling down until the underside of
the foreskin was totally exposed and the tension made any contact
almost unbearable. Somebody's mouth was trying its best to suck
the head of my cock off my body. Somebody's hand had a couple of
fingers pressing up against me, just behind my balls. I could
withstand it all. I was determined. Somebody's soapy finger
pressed against my asshole and slid in. That finger expertly
found the trigger; when it pressed down on my prostate, I shot.
Once, twice, and somebody took their mouth off. Another mouth
replaced it in time to get three, four, and a few dribbles. I
looked down and they were both giggling between swallows. I was
still as hot as a sixteen-year-old kid.

They were kind to me afterward. They let me rest in the hot water
while I recuperated.

We finally drained the Jacuzzi and rinsed off under the shower.
Tits against my chest; tits against my back; it was heaven. I
played grab-ass. They played grab-dick; is that what the kids
call it? My cock was hot and heavy but it wasn't about to raise
its head again. When I turned 0ff the hot water, the screams were
loud enough to wake up the kids. I wondered if they were awake.
They probably were since their summer bedtime was around ten and
I guessed it was about nine. Oh, well, I could tell them what we
were doing tomorrow.

They put me in the middle of our king-size bed. I didn't object.
We pulled up the light blanket and they curled up on each side of
me. I didn't care whether I could get it up again tonight. Two in
one bed and I didn't care whether I got a fuck from either of
them. Who would have ever thought it? I knew I wasn't through
with them. I thought of a little undercover work I wanted to do.

"Lauren," I asked, "are you going to finish telling us what's
going on with the lawyers and you looking at the property
tomorrow and thinking of starting a company here?"

"I'm not just thinking, Kieran. I'm doing it. I just hadn't
expected to do it this quickly."

"But what kind of company is it? And why here? Now?"

"It's a security company. I told you Paul and some other men had
a company flying helicopters for all sorts of jobs. Paul and I
were both partners; he was one of the pilots and I was the
general manager. Some of those jobs required a high level of
security. They formed another company to provide security. They
made me the CEO of that one. I made it take off by expanding it
to security in other areas."

Sioned was still as confused as I was. "If it was successful,
why'd you leave it? Why `re you thinking of moving here?"

"I didn't leave it. The partner's insurance was outdated. It paid
to a partner's spouse only if the spouse signed a "no compete"
agreement. They didn't anticipate that a spouse might be one of
the officers. If I stayed, I got paid but I couldn't compete. If
I moved over 500 miles away, I got paid and I could compete.
Since I wanted to run my own company, I had to move. I decided if
I had to move that far from Oregon, I'd just move back here where
I was raised. Makes sense, doesn't it?"

"So you're going to start a company providing security? Who wants
security around here?" I asked.

"You'd be amazed. I did my research. This is an under-served
area. When I do what I want, there'll be no serious competition
for me within 500 miles. I can do what I damn well want to with
the company. If I'd provided security for that concert at the
University last year, they probably wouldn't be in a lawsuit
now."

"Is that where the property comes in? You're going to use that in
the company?"

"In part. If it turns out as Kerry describes it, I'll build the
office complex and training buildings down on some of the flat
bottomland. I'll let the Freelofts stay in their house and
provide care for them as part of the purchase. I want to see the
old house. Kerry says it's on top of a hill. It sounds too old to
live in. I might gut it and convert it into nothing but bedrooms.
I may build a modern addition on the side overlooking the river.
Our house in Oregon was mainly glass and redwood. I'd like to get
the architect who designed it to come look at the stone house and
see what he could add on to it."

Sioned and I were probably staring at Lauren with disbelief or
amazement on our faces.

"How are you doing all this? It sounds like you're going to be
spending a lot of money. Can you afford all this?"

She looked at us with a smile on her face and waited for a while.

"I've got lots of money, Kieran. Somewhere between ten and twenty
million. You must have known that. Didn't you do any research on
me before you invited me here?"

"It never occurred to me." I shook my head.

"I've got a lawyer handling everything for me in Oregon. And a
real estate agent. The agent's selling all of the property Paul
and I had, including our house. I've had offers on the house
already. I'm asking one point two million and they're close. Our
other property will sell for between ten and fifteen million.
With the partnership settlement, I'll probably move something
around twenty million here. That's why I need a financial
advisor, a CFP. That's what I want Sioned to do for me."

"How'd you know what she does? Most people don't even know what a
Certified Financial Planner is."

She gave me a condescending smile. "I told you, Kieran. I did my
research before I decided to move here. I've got a strong
recommendation from her agency. They wouldn't disclose her
clients but they passed on my request for information about her.
I got nothing but positive evaluations from a bunch of her
clients. I know her qualifications. She can do what I have in
mind for her."

I gave her a big grin. "I guess we should have investigated you.
We invite you for a visit and you come in and turn our lives
upside down."

Sioned said, "Well, I guess we could let him do a little
undercover work now, couldn't we?" Great minds think alike.

I pulled the blanket up and they held it while I crawled
underneath. I tried to figure out how to do it. I finally ended
up with them side by side, touching. Sioned's left leg was
extended and straight, as was Lauren's right. The other leg for
each was bent upright and splayed to one side. I straddled the
combined leg in the middle and made a test run. I could do it.
With their help, I could do it, if I just didn't break my neck
trying. I got a middle finger in each of them and finger-fucked
them for a minute or two. Lauren had said she was in menopause
but I thought she was still lubricating well enough. Sioned was
more than wet enough as usual. After I'd stirred up their honey,
I decided to try to gather it. That's when I ran into the first
trouble.  With both hands in use, I couldn't pull the pubic hair
out of the way. Sioned's was trimmed as usual but Lauren's was a
little bushy. Oh, hell, if cats can eat hair, I decided, so can
I. I didn't eat enough to get a hairball. At first, their taste
was different. I think Sioned's was sweeter but maybe that was
just because I was used to it. After a while, the tastes blended.
I tried to keep my finger working while my tongue was at play but
it was difficult to concentrate. My neck and back were aching and
I wanted to straighten up. I had a hard-on again and it was
aching: it wanted some attention too. I tried my usual trick -
curled finger while sucking on clit - and it worked. I didn't
know which one because I'd forgotten which one was where by then.
I gave the one that was coming a good licking until she quieted
down. I kept a finger in and gave the other one a good licking
until she came too. I still didn't know which one came in first.

I straightened up - still on my knees - and flipped the blanket
off and down behind me. I was dripping wet with sweat. It was
running down my forehead and down my chest. My cock was dripping
too. I knew I'd left pecker tracks down on the sheet.

They were both looking at me, looking down at my cock.

"Who's that one for?" Sioned asked. I didn't say anything.

"I think it's yours," Lauren whispered. "I think a wife should
always come first, don't you?"

They started to get the giggles again. Just like teen-age girls.
I just shut my eyes and waited.

"I just came. You can have it for now."

"I just came too, I don't want it."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, maybe just a little quickie wouldn't hurt."

"It's not so little and it just might hurt. I don't want it."

I'd had enough. "Well, if neither of you want it, I'm going to go
in the bathroom and jerk off in the commode." I started to get
out of the bed. "Shit, what does a man have to do to get a good
fuck around here?" I crawled out, went in the bathroom, and shut
the door.

I did not intend to jerk off. I looked down at my dick. It was
still standing up and drooling. I used one finger to smear the
drool around on the head. Damn, that felt good. I wrapped my hand
around it and stroked it a couple of times. Maybe jacking off
wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. I moved over the commode
and stood with my legs on each side. I started slowly stroking my
dick.

I heard the door open. Sioned and Lauren came in and sat down on
the side of the Jacuzzi, watching me. I knew it was a stalemate.
I decided to give in and beg.

"Would one of you two ladies please take pity on a horny old man?
I'd like to give one of you a good fuck. Maybe both of you but I
can't promise that."

Sioned took pity one me.

"Come back to bed, Kieran. We'd made a decision before you even
came in the bedroom. In fact, we made it yesterday. I knew you'd
be horny thinking of Kerry with Lauren last night and Kavan
getting his with Kathryn. That's why I made you give me such a
good old-fashioned last night. You know what I mean. That's what
you're going to give Lauren. It's her turn tonight."

I knew what she meant. We used the term for one of our favorites.
Me on top, buried to the balls, her legs around my ass or my
waist or sometimes around my neck. Just a slow deliberate fuck
trying to make it last as long as possible until I came,
hopefully after she came. I smiled at the two of them. I could do
that tonight. I'd be only too happy to give Lauren an
old-fashioned.

I let them lead me back into the bedroom. They straightened the
blanket and the sheets and put the pillows back at the head of
the bed. Sioned got on one side and Lauren on the other. I stood
watching. Sioned saw that I was hesitating.

"Sioned, what are you going to do while I'm with Lauren?"

"I'm going to watch, Kieran. I'm going to get down there where I
can see what it really looks like. I've never seen that big cock
of yours in action close up. I'm going to watch and use a couple
of fingers on my clit. I may not be able to jerk off but I can
sure as hell rub off."

She wanted a show, huh? Damn, who would have ever thought it? I
looked at Lauren and raised my eyebrows in question. She smiled
and held out her arms to me.

"Come on, Kieran, play with us. Don't be such a, what's that teen
word, a wuss, whatever that is."

I knew when I'd been beaten. I crawled up on the bed and on top
of Lauren. She wrapped her arms around me and opened her mouth to
mine. I couldn't believe it'd been so long, so many years, since
I'd kissed her like that. Almost sixteen and I didn't know how to
kiss, except for what I'd learned with Allison. Sure as hell
learned a lot from Lauren then. My dick felt as hard as it had
that afternoon. I wished I could use it four times and give them
both a couple. Knew I couldn't.

Lauren lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my thighs. I
pulled back away from her a little and she dropped one hand down
and found my dick. It was still drooling and she was still,
whatever it is women do, dripping, exuding, honeying, that's it,
honeying. She rubbed the head of my dick up and down in her
honey-cunt. I could almost feel her inner lips opening and
separating for me. She held it still in just that spot. How do
they always know where that spot is, where it goes in? Been
married almost twenty years and sometimes I still have to hunt to
find it.

I pushed just enough for the head to slide in. God, it was good.
As good this time as it was the first time. Never gets old.
Couldn't get any better. I don't think I'd ever get tired of this
part, when my dick's first sliding into a cunt. The rest of the
fuck's always great but this was the best, except maybe for the
last. My stomach was against hers and I could feel the soft
mounds of her breasts against my chest.

Lauren pulled her legs up higher and locked them around my waist.
My mouth was still locked on hers. I began to give it to her in
slow measured strokes. Just easing in until our pubic hair met
and my balls were against her ass cheeks. Out until just the tip
was still inside her. No hurry. No slamming it in and jerking it
out. Just long, slow strokes. I raised up over her a little,
leaving a little room between our bodies, supporting myself on my
elbows.

Lauren wasn't finished. She brought her legs up higher, bending
herself almost in half. I rose up higher, supporting myself on
straight arms now. I knew to move my arms, first one, then the
other, so her legs were inside, her ankles wrapped around my
neck. I looked down at where my cock was just halfway in her. I
saw Sioned there beside us watching where my cock was going. She
had two fingers in her cunt. I looked down at Lauren's face and
saw she had her eyes, open looking up into mine.

I wanted to be slow, to give her a chance to come first, knew
she'd know by now what she had to do to get hers while I was
getting mine. I quit worrying about her. I shut my eyes. Held
myself straight from knees to head, started doing what I wanted
to do, just shove it in and out, in and out, keep on until I was
slamming it in so hard my balls bounced off her ass cheeks. I
could feel her hands on my ass cheeks, fingernails digging in to
hold on. Damn, why always fingernails? I could feel everything
inside me drawing up tight, getting ready to let go. I didn't
care. I didn't try to stop it. When it happened, I let it. The
best part. One, two, lose count, maybe six or eight, until I was
emptied.

Delilah cutting Samson's hair. Had no strength in my arms. I
dropped down on Lauren and buried my face in her hair. We were
both gasping for breath.

When I finally looked up, Sioned was stretched out on the other
side of the bed, propped up on the pillows. Her legs were
straight, crossed at the ankles. Her hands were resting on her
stomach. I raised my eyebrows at her in what she knew was a
question. She nodded and I knew she'd got hers.

I looked down at Lauren. "Do I have to ask whether it was good
for you? Did you come? I didn't feel you."

She laughed. "You're going to have to hide your butt from the
kids tomorrow. That is, if you don't want them to see the
fingernail marks on your ass cheeks. I think I started when you
started slamming into me. I didn't quit until after you did.

"Damn," I said, "why do you women always want to dig in with your
fingernails?"

"For the same reason we like to give you hickeys on your throat
and shoulders. Just putting our mark on you."

I stayed on top of her, not wanting to take it out. It was so
damn good, even going soft, just to be in her, in her hot wet
cunt.

Sioned got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She brought back
warm wet washcloths for all of us and a couple of small towels. I
rolled over on my back and held out my hand for her to give me
one. I was pleasantly surprised when she used the cloth to wipe
me off and then pressed the towel against the end of my dick to
catch the last drools of come that always oozed out. Lauren
watched her while she did it and then held her hand out for a
cloth too. Sioned surprised her too. She wiped her clean too and
then pressed a towel between her legs.

<><><>

The three of us were quiet. I suppose we were all in that stage
just before going to sleep. I had to ask Lauren another question.

"Lauren, are you really OK with what we're doing? Maybe the boys
and I shouldn't have gang-banged you Saturday night. The kids
like to play that way. You seemed OK with it, as if you were
having a good time playing with us. Then last night, Kerry wanted
to have sex with you. Tonight it's me. Is it Kavan tomorrow
night? Now you know what my family is like, what're you going to
tell Stuart?"

"The same thing you do, Kieran. If he asks, he gets told the
truth. Stuart can handle it. I think he got in the panties of
half the girls in his high school and then came home and told me
about it. He'd even ask my advice and tell me in detail what he
did. He's a rather unconventional man too, Kieran. He has a lot
of the same attitudes about love and sex that you do. You knew
Paul; you can probably guess how he and I were in raising our
kids. They learned about sex like your kids did except that we
never really played with them the way you three do."

"Sioned and I've been trying to decide what's the right thing to
do. I still don't know. Help us decide how to handle this. Should
we drop the family nudity habit? Maybe clean up the way we are
about sex while they're here?"

"Kieran, the right thing to do is really very simple. Call Stuart
and talk to him again. Just him this time, without agonizing over
it. He's easy to talk to. I do it all the time, about everything,
with him and his wife. Tell him how your family is about nudity
and sex. And don't say clean up anything; there's nothing dirty
that needs cleaning. Tell them what we did Saturday night. And
last night, and tonight and tomorrow night. I'm going to."

"I just don't want to mess up his life. I don't want him to be
ashamed of me - that I'm his father."

Sioned had evidently listened to me long enough.

"Kieran, for gosh sakes, they had a sauna. Paul used to play
grab-ass with Lauren and their kids in the sauna when they were
growing up. They even did it with Stuart and Joanne after they
got married. Now, will you shut up and go to sleep?"

How did she know that?

TO BE CONTINUED:





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