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Kaeleigh Goes All the Way

Book 1: 2019 • Part I: Friday Afternoon, September: Tagging Along

3. Kaeleigh Plays With her Brother’s Penis

“So,” Nette said as they all migrated to the kitchen. “Awkward enough for you yet?”

“What’s awkward?” Kaeleigh said. “It’s just a bunch of people talking about sex.”

“True,” Nette said. “But they don’t usually get this frank with a sib in the room. You’re handling it well. Actually, better than Luke.”

“Well, he’s…” She looked back through the dining room, down the hall. “I think he’s got other things on his mind tonight.”

“Yeah. Poor guy. I hope it all…”

“Comes out in the end?”

Nette giggled.

“What do you think so far?” Tucker said. He was doing fridge duty.

“It’s … actually kinda cool, hearing all those stories.”

“How many stories are you sitting on?” Nette said.

“Uh, well,” Kaeleigh said, looking around at the others. Everyone was in the kitchen now except Luke. “Lemme put it like this. You know the question you asked on your turn, Seana? How many sex partners?”

“Yeah?”

“My answer would be one, if you let me count myself.”

“That always counts,” said Casper.

“Huh.” Travis was considering her. “I figured it was … well, more than that, anyway.”

“Really? Why?”

“None of the questions seemed to throw you off. Most observers just clam up when they hear what we talk about, like they’re thinking oh my God how can they say this stuff out loud, but you handled it like it was, I dunno, dinner conversation. So I figured it was territory you’d already covered.” He shrugged. “Plus, you’re pretty, you’re funny, you’ve got a good body, and you’re really damn cool. People like you don’t usually spend a lot of time not getting laid, unless they want to.”

“Amen,” said Becka. “I’d imagined you notched your bedpost a few times by now. You are, as they say, the unabridged repast with a satchel of pommes-frites in superfluity.”

“Oh.” She took a Coke when Tucker offered it. “Uh. Thanks.” She looked blankly at the can, wondering if her face was that red. It felt like it might be.

“Any questions about the game so far?” Sal said.

“Uh, well … actually … yeah.” She popped the tab. “Is it … would I be … like totally off base in thinking it … has something to do with everyone having group sex?”

“You’re not off base,” Tucker said. “There are certain situations where it might happen, when the game’s over.”

“Yeah, it’s more of an after-party thing, though,” Sal said. “It doesn’t happen during.”

“Really more of an option for a prize, than a requirement,” Seana nodded. “So you don’t need to worry about, you know, everyone shagging on the table right in front of you or anything.”

“True,” said Casper. “All those game tokens and things … some of em are a little pointy. Plus Tuck’s family, I guess, has some kind of rule about no fucking in the dining room.” He rolled his eyes. “Parents, amirite?”

“It goes back to a Thanksgiving incident a few years ago,” Tucker said. “It was months before my mom would talk to Aunt Helen again. Or her boyfriend. And I don’t think they ever found the ladle. But, yeah, the group sex happens in a different location, and you won’t have to sit there and watch it happen, if it does.”

“Oh. Right, okay.” She sipped the Coke, feeling a little surreal about everything. It was one thing to suspect something; it was another thing to have it confirmed, and in such a casual way, too. Oh, yes, we all get together and fuck ourselves silly, ha-ha. Scone? “I’m gonna go check on Luke.”

“Good idea,” Tucker said. “He was looking pretty peaky earlier.”

Kaeleigh found the bathroom door easily; it was midway down the hall, closed, and she heard a fan running on the other side. She knocked. “Luke?”

“Yeah,” came his slightly echoing voice.

“Everything okay in there?”

“Well what do you think?”

“I don’t know,” she explained. “Which is why I’m asking you.”

There was a grunt followed by an extremely unfortunate splashing sound. “I’m … gonna be in here for a while yet.”

“Is it…” She bit her lip. “Is it coming out both ends?”

“No, thank God, but it smells like fermented nacharito in here.”

“Okay, that’s T the hell MI more than I ever wanted to know.”

“Sorry. It’s … yeah, I don’t think I’ll be ordering another one of those again. Like, ever. Uh, could you ask Tucker to come here? I need to talk to him.”

“Sure.” She retrieved him and was back in moments.

“Zup, Luke?”

“Look, Tuck, I got a pretty frowny-face thing going on here. Maybe you guys should just go on with the game, and I’ll sit this one out.” He chuckled with no mirth. “Literally.”

“We can wait, if you’re not going to be long.”

“Well … that’s just it. Every time I think I’m done…” There was another of those disturbing sloshes. “See what I mean?”

“Ooo,” Tucker winced.

“I could play his piece for him until he … gets done,” Kaeleigh said.

“What, you mean like take his turn, hold his place, something like that?”

“Yeah. That way when he’s done he can just take over.”

“Luke? You hear any of that?”

“Any of what?”

“Kaeleigh’s suggesting she plays your piece for you, so whenever you’re finished you can just pick up again.”

There was a very, very long silence.

“Luke?”

“I’m thinking.”

They heard a flush and waited, but Luke didn’t emerge, even after the tank was refilled.

“Luke…?”

“Still thinking. Kay … did anyone tell you how the game might end?”

“Yeah,” she said. “A group thing. But I figure I’d be like a, an honorary player, so if that happens, I’d just not be a part of it. I mean, it’s your game night, these are your friends, so … you know … and besides, I’m only thirteen and everyone here’s older, so I don’t think they’d even want me in the … the ending anyhow.”

“Uh … I don’t know, Kay.”

“Well you can’t play from in there, and unless someone plays your turns for you, you’ll lose your place and be out. What’s the big deal? It’s not like anyone here’s gonna … jump on me or take advantage of me or something.”

“Or call on Satan,” Tucker added.

“Not on purpose,” Kaeleigh said, and they shared a smile.

She heard a gusty sound that she recognized as Luke’s world-weary sigh, plus acoustics from the tiles. “Well … look, there’s not a hell of a lot I can do to stop you right now anyway. So … I guess, just … do what you want. You always do anyhow.”

“Okay. I’ll … I guess I’ll do my best. Feel better, bro. I know it’s the shits.”

“Oh God you are so perfectly, wonderfully funny.”

When Kaeleigh and Tucker came back down the hall, they found everyone standing around the dining room table. “How’s he doing?” Sal said.

“He’s got the turkey trots,” Kaeleigh said. “Right now the only thing holding him down is gravity, by the sound of it.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah,” Tucker said, “so what we’re thinking is this. Luke’s gonna be … compromised … for a while longer, he thinks, and Kaeleigh came up with the idea of playing in his place until he can pick up the game again. Taking his turns, moving his token. Everyone okay with that?”

There were exchanged looks, shrugs, nods.

“Okay,” Tucker said. “We’ll hot-swap Luke whenever he escapes, but for now, Kaeleigh’s in his spot. If we’re ready to pick up again, we’ll go ahead.”

Kaeleigh settled into Luke’s chair between Tucker and Travis, which was not a situation she minded very much at all. “Thanks, everyone,” she said. “I think I kinda got the hang of it, but if I do anything wrong, tell me and I’ll fix it.”

“It’s an easy game,” Sal said. “Roll, move, draw, read, answer.”

“Works for me,” Kaeleigh said.

Casper stretched, then picked up the die. “Everyone all set? Kaeleigh, you know which one’s Luke’s marker, right?”

“Yeah, it’s this one.” She picked up the token her brother had been using — it was made of pink plastic, like all the others, and had a slightly nubbly surface to it — and examined it. She giggled and put it back down.

“It’s not life-sized,” Travis said.

She giggled harder. “I was just thinking … I’m for sure never gonna tell anyone about this, cause then everyone would know about the time I played with my brother’s penis.”

Seven faces gaped at her with identical expressions of glee, and eight people broke into identical giggles.

“Holy shit,” Tucker said.

“Man, if that’s what life’s like with you all the time,” Casper chuckled, “I’m glad I’m not Luke. You’d shut me down.”

“Oh my God.” Nette scrubbed her face with her hands, then fanned her cheeks. “Well, you wouldn’t be the only girl that played with it, for sure…”

“Oh, I’m so terribly sorry for you,” Kaeleigh said.

“Oh, not me,” she said. “I haven’t laid anything on it, hand, tongue, or otherwise.”

“Funny, that’s what all the other girls say, too.” She examined the token again while the table settled down, then picked up Travis’s piece — a fleshlight, he’d told her — and turned it over a few times before replacing it on its square. Every token on the board, she saw, had the same sort of rough surface appearance, even the one that looked like breasts, or the other one shaped like a vulva. “How come all the pieces are bumpy?”

“They’re 3-D printed,” said Tucker. “The board’s run off on an inkjet. The cards too. There’s nowhere in a store you can buy All The Way, but there’s PDFs and token objects online. Download, print, play.”

“Oh, okay.” Kaeleigh looked closer at the board, at the images of couples and groups engaged in making out, oral, fucking, and group sex. The game squares wended their way among the twining bodies, most of them just pink, but some in red with REMOVE 1 ITEM OF CLOTHING, others with an image of a 6-sided die. “And what’re the red squares?”

“Penalties,” Sal said. “If your piece lands in one you have to either take off something you’re wearing, like Becka did earlier, or roll the die and move backward that number of squares.”

“And when you move, you draw a card and everyone answers the question on it?”

“Yup, that’s it.”

“Cool,” Kaeleigh said. “Seems pretty simple. And it totally looks like fun.”

“It is, and it is,” Casper said. He rolled the die and advanced his token — the scrotum — three squares. “Man, one more and we’d’a been in trouble,” he said, nudging Kaeleigh.

“Huh? Why?”

“If two people land on the same square, they each gotta take off something they’re wearing.”

“But she’s just sitting in for Luke,” Seana said.

“So?”

“No, Seana’s got a point,” said Tucker. “She’s not actually in the game. She’s just playing his piece until he gets back.”

“Right. Luke’s the one who’d have to take something off.”

“Guess that makes sense,” Casper shrugged, and drew a card. “Aww man, this one. When is your favorite time to masturbate? Heck, I dunno, what time’s it now?”

“Ahh, c’mon, Herr Schwarzenegger,” Tucker said. “Share your workout schedule.”

“My numbah-one zecret iss how I get zo pumped! But if you insist … I like to jack off first thing in the morning. Putting a spit-shine on the knob adds polish to the day.”

Nette rolled her eyes. “Classy.”

“What ho, madam, what ho.”

“Who’re you callin’ a ho?”

“No one. But I am calling you a madam.” He dodged a flung sock and came up grinning.

“Afternoon’s best for me,” Becka said. “I like to unwind after school, and no one else is home right then. Also, I’d like my sock back, please, Casper. I know all about what boys do with them.” He tossed it to her, laughing, and she plucked it out of the air.

“Usually I do it in the shower,” said Tucker. “And I take two showers a day. So four times in the morning and four times in the evening.” There were hoots from everyone and he grinned. “I know, I know. I’ll be available to sign autographs later. Kaeleigh? You don’t actually have to answer, but you can if you like.”

“Umm,” she said. “Well … at least this is a question I can answer.” That got a good, and not mocking, laugh from everyone in the room. “Uh … my best time to do it is when I go to bed at night. It helps me … you know, uh, fall asleep. But I guess I’m kinda like you, Becka, I mean I do it after school too … and like you guys too. I mean I like to do it in the morning, too, and … in the shower, and…” She looked around, feeling her voice shrink as her blush flared. “So…”

“So whenever you’re in the mood?” Travis said. Kaeleigh nodded gratefully at him. “Yeah, me too, pretty much. I jerk off when I wake up, when I go to bed, and pretty much any time I get a boner in between.”

“You’re doin’ it right now, huh,” said Sal. Travis snorted while she peeked under the table. “Damn, fool, I told you not to get any cum under there.”

“Gum,” Travis said. “You said gum. You didn’t say anything about anything else.”

Sal laughed. “Me, I hit the clit right after class, just like Becka. It makes for a … a definite change of pace between school and not-school, for me. Sort of like, well, I made it another day, and I’ve earned this. Second favorite time, for me, is first thing in the morning, unless I’m with someone, in which case I expect the work to get done for me, you know?” That got chuckles and nods. “What about you, Nette? When do you spelunk the merry depths?”

“I think I like Kaeleigh’s answer. A lot.”

“You like her answer a lot, or you do it a lot?”

“Yes. Bedtime’s best for me, but after class is second, and first thing when I wake up is third. I also don’t usually miss a chance in the shower.”

“Even in the girls’ locker room?” Casper said.

“Oh, I don’t need to do it there. It’s a nonstop lesbian orgy.”

“I knew it.”

“Bedtime for me,” Seana said. “Nothing caps the day like a good long cum. Then it’s just a nice slow, warm descent into dreamland.”

“Heck yeah,” Becka said, “That’s when I do it too. There’s nothing like fading in the afterglow.” She rolled and advanced her token, the little pink plastic vulva landing on a penalty square. “Well that just figures,” she sighed, took off her other sock, and drew a card. “Okay. Do you like the flavors of cum, and if so, describe your favorite flavor. Oh God, here we go. Well, yeah, I’m okay with cum. It’s not like chocolate, you know, but I’m not gonna spit it out. I think the kind I like best is … mmm … there’s this way some of it makes the back of my throat tingle. That’s not really a flavor, but I like the way it feels.”

“My favorite flavor is fresh and on my face,” Tucker said. “But there’s some girls that’re a little tart, you know, like a touch of vinegar or something. Tangy.” He turned to Kaeleigh. “You don’t really gotta answer this one, since, uh…”

“Well,” she said. “Well … um, I’ve never, you know, with a boy. Or a girl. But I kinda … I mean I know what mine tastes like, so…”

“You do?” Casper said, his eyes wide.

“Well … yeah. I mean I have fingers, and I have a tongue, so…” She shrugged. “I guess mine’s a little salty, more than anything else, maybe with a, I don’t know, a hint of butter or something like that, but I … don’t hate it?” She looked around at the other players, all gaping at her. “What?”

“You got some ovaries,” Sal said.

“Yeah,” Casper said. “Way balls.”

“Why?”

“Well, I mean you never tried any but your own, and you’re even admitting it and everything…”

“I’m not ashamed of it,” Kaeleigh said. “I mean I guess everyone here knows I masturbate now, and even when I like to do it, so what’s the big deal?”

“We all masturbate,” Seana said. That got nods all around.

“Well yeah, but—”

“Dude,” Tucker said to Casper. “Don’t you even know how girls do it? They gotta kickstart the wet sometimes, and touch it up too.”

“Well fuck, man, just shoot me, okay? I was just trying to give her a compliment. I mean if I was a virgin I wouldn’t even want to sit in for Luke or anyone else. I’d be way too freaked out to handle it. Answering questions like these? Fuck no.”

“Yeah, back off,” Sal said. “It’s a tough game to play even if you’ve fucked a few people. Not everyone’s willing to just wave their dicks and pussies around, Tuck.”

“Or brag about their water bill,” Travis said. The laughter broke the tension. “You know I swing, so I got a wider palate. With girls, I actually like a little salty. Salty and buttery.” He tipped a wink at Kaeleigh, who felt her blush ramp up another notch. “With guys, there’s this one dude I was blowing who was usually kinda mild and creamy, and I liked that. But sometimes — not all the time, just sometimes — he’d change flavor partway through, from creamy to pretty sharp and bitter. That was weird, but it was cool as fuck too.”

“Really?” Kaeleigh said. “Wow.”

“Yeah. He swings too, so if you want his number sometime, let me know.” She giggled and he leaned closer. “Seriously, Casper’s right. It’s awesome that you’ve got the spine to play for Luke.”

“Thanks.” She looked up into his eyes and took a breath; he had pretty eyes. “Do you really like salty girls?”

“Uh,” he said, blinking. “Well…”

But Kaeleigh was giggling helplessly. “Oh my God I can’t believe I just said that…”

“Huh,” Tucker was saying, “salty and buttery?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sometimes there’s that sort of … glaze, you know, and that’s what it tastes like most to me. Kinda like popcorn. Only not, you know, crunchy or anything.”

“God, I hope not,” Sal said. “In a crunchy-cooch situation even my gyno would run away, and she’s been to war. Let’s see, cum. On a girl, I’m not really there for the flavors, but Kaeleigh makes a really great point. I don’t have any problem with my own juices, and I don’t run away from anyone else’s, either. It’s not what I’m after, but I don’t object.”

“What are you after, then?” said Travis.

“I like coming, and I like it when other people come.”

“Oh, okay,” he nodded. “You’re after the come, not the cum.”

“Exactly. The cum comes with the come. As for boycum … I got used to coppery because of a certain boy we all know but I won’t name.”

“Rhymes with ucker?” Seana said sweetly.

“As in motherf, yeah. But he’s not all bad, and there’s eight inches of him that’s actually pretty decent. Anyway, if it’s not coppery, it doesn’t taste right to me.”

“So the cum comes with the come, but you like pennies with your penis?” Nette said, and dodged a punch. “Okay. Pussy, I’m kinda on board with what Travis said. Buttery and smooth is in my zone.”

“Buttery,” Tucker said.

“It’s rare, but it happens. Jizz, hell, I don’t care, I’ll take any damn flavor you got. All cum is all yum.”

“Spicy’s mine,” Seana said. “It’s a little like what Becka said, only it makes my whole mouth tingle, not just my throat.”

“You gotta remember to swallow,” Becka said.

“Well shit, girl, now you tell me?”

“Okay,” Casper said. “I only ever blew one dude, and he was salty as fuck. I hear the flavors are all supposed to be different, and I hope that’s right, cause if I ever do another guy, I’d like something other than a mouthful of Morton’s. For girls, tart’s good. Tart to, um, well, when you do it long enough, you just taste skin. So I’m gonna go with tart to skin.”

“Skin’s always yummy,” Tucker said. “Foreskin, your skin, her skin, all skin.” He rolled and landed on a die square. “Whoops,” he said, rolled again, and backed up five squares to land on Becka’s place. “Double whoops.”

“Asshole,” she said.

“What?” he said, removing his shirt. “I can’t help it.”

“You rolled the die.” She was unbuttoning her blouse. “Twice. You had two tries to get it right.”

“You wanted to play!” He drew a card. “Besides, I think I am getting it right.” He leered at Becka’s bra, a lacy white strapless that was just translucent enough to show some dark pink on the peaks of her breasts. She wadded up her blouse and threw it at him, and he ducked, laughing with her. Kaeleigh, for her part, was enjoying Tucker’s new status; he had a pretty nicely done chest, the same olive tone as the rest of him, with woolly clusters of black hair growing out between his pecs and around his aureolae. It was hard to tell under the growth, but it looked like he worked out. “Okay. Name two people playing this game you would be willing to have sex with. One must be the opposite sex, and one must be the same sex. That’s easy. Pretty much any girl here, for starters.” His eye caught Kaeleigh’s and he flushed. “Uh. I mean, um, you’re sitting in for Luke, so…”

“What, I’m not girl enough for you? My tits are bigger than his or yours, Mister Two-Showers.”

“That’s telling him,” Casper giggled.

“Aaaand you, Casper,” Tucker said. “Just so you’d know not every guy is salty.”

“Hope you like pennies,” Sal said. “What about you, Kaeleigh?”

“I have to pick a boy and a girl?” she said. “Someone playing right now?”

“It’s theoretical,” Tucker said. “Not like you’re gonna be actually expected to follow through.”

“Yeah, the game’s full of questions like this one.”

“Oh.” She reddened again, but pushed ahead. Really, if everyone else could answer, she could, too. They were just questions, and it was just a game. “Well … well … I guess Travis, since he likes salty girls—” Travis pumped a fist in the air and hooted — “and … probably you, Nette, since I guess we have kind of the same … timing. For things. I mean, if that’s not … if that’s … okay.”

“An all-day pussy party? Hell, girl, you just say when, and it’s on.”

“Oh gosh,” Kaeleigh giggled.

“Any boys allowed?” Casper said.

“Dunno, you pussy enough to get through the door?”

“They say you are what you eat.”

“That’s why you’re an asshole.”

“I’m also your mom.”

“And my dad.”

“Yeah, tell Salty Joe Cas says hi, and he still owes me that hundred bucks.”

“Anyway,” Travis said. “Sure, Kaeleigh, you bet, as long as you promise not to turn into Luke halfway through it. Actually … come to think of it … no, you go right ahead and turn into him. That’ll cover both my answers.”

“The fuck is Luke anyway?” Tucker said.

“Who cares?” said Nette. “I like Kaeleigh more.”

“Easy one for me,” Sal said, “since I’ve done half the boys here already. I’ll just flip a coin. For the girls … probably Seana.”

“Probably?”

“Yeah, well, I have high standards, and you’re kinda hot.”

“Kinda?”

“Easy one for me too,” Nette said. “Casper and … well, I guess I can’t count Kaeleigh…”

“What if she wants you to count her?” Kaeleigh said.

“Well in that case.”

“Really?” Casper said.

“Yeah. She’s the ballsiest girl here and, as I believe I mentioned earlier, I have a weakness for redheads.”

“You did mention it,” said Becka. “I believe two of us might be getting lucky tonight, Kaeleigh.”

“No,” Casper said, “I meant … you’d … with me?”

Nette shrugged. “I like thick dicks, and you’re the thickest dick at the table.”

“Jeez,” he sighed.

“Actually, Casper, I’m serious. You want to fuck sometime, let me know.”

“I do.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“God, girl, you got it.”

“Okay. Swap digits with me before you leave.”

Kaeleigh leaned over to Travis. “Are they serious?”

“Pretty sure they are,” he said. “That’s kinda what happens when you play this game. People hook up.”

“Oh.” She studied him, then blushed and looked away. He smiled. “What?” she said, catching it.

He shrugged. “Yeah.”

“Yeah what?”

“Yeah, I would. Any time. Anything you wanted to do, we would. Every limit you wanted to set, I’d respect. But: Yes.”

“I…” She swallowed. “I’d … need to think about that.”

“It’s okay,” Travis said. “I get it. You don’t know me, and it’s a big decision. There is zero pressure, and it’s totally your call.”

Kaeleigh shivered. She’d just received her first serious offer from a boy, an older boy, and he was cute, too. “Oh my God.”

“Well probably Sal,” said Seana, “since she’s kinda willing. Boys … hmm … Casper’s taken, Tucker’s too busy in the shower, and Travis looks like he’s out to bone girl-Luke. Leaves me with boy-Luke, I guess.”

“Luke 1.0,” Nette said. “I like the reboot, myself. It’s got better jokes.”

“Bigger tits, too,” said Becka.

“Please,” Kaeleigh said. “These mosquito bites?”

“Any time you want some lotion rubbed on them, I’m your girl.”

“You’ve never made it with a girl,” Nette said.

“Neither has she. We can all go down together.”

“Wait,” Tucker said. “Weren’t we playing a game?”

“Aren’t we still?”

“Yeah, uh, my turn to answer, I guess,” Casper said. “It looks like I’m kinda lined up right now with Nette, so, hell yeah, Nette. Dudes … sure, Tuck, you’re on.”

“The more I think about the Kaeleigh-Luke transform-o-beast-with-two-backs,” Becka said, “the more I like the sound of it. So I’m gonna go with that.”

The die came around to Kaeleigh while she was still giggling. “Well,” she said, threw, and moved Luke’s penis to … a penalty square. REMOVE 1 ITEM OF CLOTHING, it read, a demand, a command, a condition of the game she had agreed to play while her brother was indisposed. “Oh,” she said.

“You don’t gotta,” Tucker said. “I think we’re all agreed on that.” Everyone else nodded.

Kaeleigh drew a deep breath. “No,” she sighed. “It’s not fair. I’m in the game right now, even if I’m just filling in for Luke, and you’ve all been really cool about letting me stick around, and even let me play, and it’s been … jeez, more fun than I’ve had in forever.” She started unbuttoning her blouse, her fingers shaking a little. “But you gotta promise not to laugh.”

Looks were traded, and then Sal said, “Don’t forget to draw a card.”

“Oh yeah.” She stripped off her shirt, revealing a white sport bra stretched taut over two small rises, capped with stiff and prominent peaks. Travis turned bright red and flicked his eyes to Nette, who was blinking rapidly, her cheeks flushed. “Okay,” Kaeleigh said, “now we’re really playing.” She pulled her hair back, re-tightening its wild brush into her wiry ponytail. She drew a card, read it, and went crimson all the way down below the neckline of her top.

“What’s it say?” Casper said.

Travis leaned over and read it. “Whoa.”

“What’s it say?”

Kaeleigh shook her head and read the card aloud. “Name two people playing this game that you would tongue-kiss for one minute. One must be the opposite sex, and the other must be the same sex. If all three of you agree to it, immediately tongue-kiss each one of them for one minute.” She set the card down and looked around at everyone. “I never kissed anyone before.”

“I volunteer,” Travis said.

“Get a clue and some class,” Seana murmured.

“Huh?”

“A first kiss is kind of a big deal, if you have any depth.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“Yeah, Kaeleigh, you can totally blow this one off,” Nette said. “Draw another card.” There were general murmurs of agreement.

Kaeleigh looked over at Nette. “If I picked you as the girl, would you do it?”

Nette flushed brightly and swallowed. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Kaeleigh nodded. “Okay. Travis? Get over here.”

“You sure?”

“Just … fuckin’ kiss me,” she said, and pulled him in.

It wasn’t like she thought it would be. For one thing, there wasn’t romance or buildup or uncertainty, so much as a randy thumping drive in her chest, the pulsing command of hormones overriding everything else. For another, Travis was delicate at first, almost reluctant, until he felt her urgency, the probe of her tongue, the heat beginning to well in her slim tight body. For a third, it seemed like a lot less than a minute passed before someone said time.

She leaned back, her lips parting from his, and saw that his eyes were now a lot prettier. “Wow.”

Travis let out a quiet sigh. “You got that right. Was that … really your first kiss?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Cause it sure didn’t feel like it,” he said.

She bit her lip. “I am really beginning to wonder what limits I have.”

“Take your time,” he said, and stroked her cheek. “There’s no rush and there’s no deadline.”

She put her hand atop his and smiled, gave it a squeeze, sat back. “Nette?”

“Yeah.” She got up from her spot and came over. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Well, my shirt’s already off, so…” She leaned in.

Nette’s kiss was more contained, more controlled, and much more sensual. Her lips were full and ripe, and her tongue was a gentle incursion that lapped, sipped, tasted, savored. Kaeleigh found herself mirroring the other girl’s actions, and the thud in her chest rose from a solid thump to a hard concussive series of explosions, a welter of feelings and desires, a lust so bright she was sure it set her skin aglow. When they separated at last she felt slightly dizzy. “Oh God,” she breathed. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah,” Nette murmured. “Me too.”

“I think…” She swallowed. “I think I might really actually be totally bi.”

Nette smiled, softly. “Maybe you are. I know I am.”

“Were you serious?” she said. “About you and me?”

“Yes,” Nette said. “Any time.”

“I don’t … know anything about how to do anything.”

“With me, you would,” Nette said.

“How do you know?”

“You know what feels good for you. It’d feel good for me too. But look, it’s like Trav’s been saying. There’s no rush. But when you’re ready, if you ever are … you call me.”

“I don’t have your number.”

“The hell you don’t.” She smiled and brushed her hair back. “I’ll make sure you get it before you leave tonight, okay? Even if you just want to be friends, hang out or whatever, and not do anything at all, that’s cool.”

“Wow.” Kaeleigh swallowed. “Thanks.”

Nette smiled and patted her cheek, then sat back down.

“Well…” Travis said.

“I volunteer,” Kaeleigh said with a smile. “If you like, you can pretend I’m Luke, too, and do it twice.”

He giggled. “Okay, so that’s the girl. For the guy…” He looked back and forth between Casper and Tucker. “Cas?”

Casper reddened and looked around at everyone, staring at him in the silence. Then he looked at Kaeleigh. Then he looked directly into Travis’s eyes. “Okay.”

Travis blinked at him. “Huh?”

“I said okay.”

“But you never—” Sal began, but Seana hushed her.

“Maybe I’m callin’ your bluff, or maybe I just want to give you another chance to lay one on Kaeleigh,” Casper said. “But if that’s how you’re gonna play it, well, bring it.” He got up and went over to Travis. “She won’t be the only one to get kissed by a dude for the first time tonight.”

Kaeleigh looked back and forth between the two boys. There was something passing unsaid between them, and it hurt a little to see it.

“It’s not like that,” Travis said.

“I know it’s not,” Casper said.

“I’ve just — I’ve always … kinda liked you, and…”

“I know.” He drew close to Travis and smiled, a little softly. “Now’s your chance to show me I’ve been wrong all those times before.”

It went for the full minute.

“Huh,” Casper sighed when their lips parted.

“You all right, Cas?” Seana said.

“Mmm,” he nodded, and licked his lips. “I’m just thinking maybe I was wrong, after all.”

“Funny,” Travis said. “I was thinking the same thing.”

There was a furious frozen moment that locked the boys together, shattered by their laughter. “Asshole,” Casper said, and socked Travis’s arm.

“It’s there any time you want to use it,” Travis said.

“I’ll think about it,” Casper said, going back to his seat.

Kaeleigh’s second kiss with Travis was much better than the first. He understood now that he wasn’t taking advantage of her, and that she wanted it to be happening. He ended up as flushed and out of breath as she was.

“Man, all kinds of weird energy tonight,” Sal said. “Uh, for a boy, I’m gonna go with you, Cas.”

“I’m down,” he said.

Sal nodded and looked from girl to girl, settling at least on Seana. “Well?”

“Oh…” She sighed. “Yeah, why not?” But while it was going on, she seemed to be more into it than her sigh had suggested.

For her choices, Nette asked Casper and Kaeleigh, and had no problems getting what she wanted. Her second kiss with Nette — only the third kiss of her life — was a lot slower than the first had been, long and deep enough for her to feel it in every part of her body. Bi, definitely bi, she thought, going back to her seat on slightly wobbly knees. If a girl can make me feel that good just from a kiss, there’s nothing else I could be. Seana asked Sal for a visit; her boy of choice was Tucker. Both agreed.

Casper chose Nette and Tucker, but since Tucker declined — more of those undercurrents that Kaeleigh couldn’t quite make sense of rippled around the table — he didn’t get to kiss either one of them. “But that’s not fair,” she said. “Don’t you even get to kiss Nette? She likes you.”

“She kinda half hates me, actually,” he said. “I drive her fuckin’ nuts all the time.” Nette nodded at that.

“But … aren’t you and her … I thought you were gonna hook up.”

“Oh, I want to make sure she’s got a good reason to totally hate me,” Casper said. Nette laughed, but not cruelly.

“But you should still be able to…”

“The card says if all three of the players agree,” Becka said. “Tuck didn’t, so it’s off for Cas and Nette too.”

“Cas doesn’t kiss boys, and Tuck knows it,” Sal said. “Travis is the first one he ever did it with, just now.”

“But … but you gave a boy head,” Kaeleigh said weakly. “You said so yourself.”

“Well, I might suck a dick on a dare,” Casper said. “But that’s not the same as kissing a dude.” She gaped at him, at a loss for words. He shrugged.

“Part of the game is players exploring their boundaries,” Sal said. “What they like, what they don’t like, what they want to do, what they have done. Maybe testing boundaries, maybe crossing them if the player feels safe and comfortable doing it. But no one needs to explain their boundaries, whatever they are, and we’ve all got to respect them.”

“No means no,” Travis nodded.

“Okay. Yeah, I get it. That makes sense. Sorry, Casper.”

“Totally cool. I guess it’s kind of a weird limit, but…” He shrugged. “I’m just … not gay or bi. And to me, well, kissing is more … it’s … it’s what I do with a girl when I’m having sex with her. So with a guy, I guess it sorta crosses my wires. But that BJ I did, it was more about finding out if I could even do it at all. It wasn’t … uh … personal. It was more like jacking him off.”

Kaeleigh thought about that. In a strange way, she thought she could understand what he meant. Kisses were about romance and I like you or I love you. And she’d heard stories about hookers who wouldn’t kiss the guys they were doing things with, even really personal things, because they were saving that for someone special. Maybe, at least for Casper, doing something he didn’t normally do, even something as intimate as oral, just didn’t have the same kind of connections as a kiss. “Sort of like a circle jerk? It doesn’t really mean anything?”

“Yeah! Yeah, you got it. That’s a good way of putting it.”

Becka chose Casper and Seana for kissing, both of whom agreed. Tucker’s choice was Travis and Becka, and he got his kisses; but Kaeleigh saw him look at every girl — herself included — except Sal. There was A History Of Some Kind there, Kaeleigh was now sure. They were exes, she figured, and were at a point now in their ex-hood that they could be in the same room without killing each other, but weren’t at a point where they could fuck again, or even kiss. That must’ve made things awkward, she thought, getting together week after week to play All The Way with each other.

But … something else wasn’t making sense, either, and it had to do with the questions on the cards, and what Sal had said about everyone testing their boundaries. They’d all said, before playing, they’d been doing it for two or more years. Didn’t everyone already know everyone else’s boundaries by now?

And how was it that Casper and Nette had only just now agreed to hook up?

Travis rolled next and hit a penalty square. He took it philosophically, removing his shirt without a complaint. Kaeleigh didn’t complain either. His build was a little lean, but he was cut and had tone, and his chest was smooth and looked downy. She could easily imagine resting her head on it, right there on the cleft between his flat pecs (and thought she probably would imagine doing exactly that tonight, when she got home and went to bed). He drew his card. “Ha. One of my all-time favorites. This one really separates the men from the boys.”

“What’s it say?” said Casper. “When did you reach puberty?”

“Ha haaaa, nnnnnno, but it is a cum-related question. The cum-related question. A humdinger of cum. A cumdinger. Ahem. Spit, or swallow?”

“I’m gonna guess that second one, in your case.”

“Boy or girl,” Travis grinned, and made a gulping sound. “Every time.”

“Whew,” Sal said. “You know, that really depends. I have certain flavors I like more than others, but … sometimes, if it hits the back of my throat just right and it has just the wrong flavor, like bitter, I…” She shook her head. “Sometimes it’s hard for me to take it down, let alone keep it down. Thing is, spitting makes a mess. So … swallow, but sometimes with gagging?”

“The times I’ve done it to a guy,” Tucker said, “I spit it out or snowball it over to a girl. With girls, I swallow, though.”

“Swallow what?” Kaeleigh said.

“Some girls squirt when they come,” Nette said. “I usually do.”

“Cool,” Casper grinned.

“Seriously? I thought that was like … some trick they do for porn or something.”

“No, it can happen,” Sal said. “It’s like when you usually come, and you get a little wetter, but it’s more … well, more. If you’re turned on enough, if you come hard enough, it can happen to pretty much anyone.”

“You mean … I never did it before, but even I could do it?”

“It’s not impossible,” Nette said. “Like Sal says, all it takes is the right conditions.”

“Huh. Wow.” She sat back, thinking.

“I swallow if I like the other person enough,” Nette went on. “With a boy, I’ll usually take it on down. I pretty much always do with a girl, too. I’ll probably swallow with you, Casper. Just to prove it didn’t kill me.”

“Oh good, that’s all we need, my cum making you stronger instead.”

“Dare to dream.”

“Wait,” Kaeleigh said. “I thought you two were just gonna fuck.”

“He’ll probably end up spending the night,” Nette said. “Hookups … well, mine, anyway … they usually run long. Which means we’ll probably end up going around the world.”

“Huh?”

“Fucking and oral, mutual,” Tucker said. “Probably in a few different positions, too.”

“Ohhh. So … you’re gonna do it more than once.”

“Yeah,” Nette said. “If I wake up in the morning and he’s still there, and not gnawing his own arm off, I’ll probably hitch a ride for round two, or five, or whatever it turns out to be.”

“I will not be gnawing anything off,” Casper said.

“But … you don’t really like each other that much.”

“It’s not that we hate each other, really,” Casper said. “We just drive each other crazy.”

“Yeah. It’s more like angry fucking. Like, maybe if I ride his face, he’ll shut up for a while.”

“Yeah, and she doesn’t talk with her mouth full. So.”

“And if we do it doggy-style, I won’t have to look at him.”

“Or reverse cowgirl,” Casper nodded.

Kaeleigh studied Nette, then Casper, but if they were joking, it was impossible for her to tell. Maybe they didn’t really know, either, she thought.

“If I like the flavor or the boy,” Seana said, “I swallow. I don’t know if I would with a girl or not. The situation hasn’t, um, occurred quite like that yet.”

“The one time I did a dude, I spit,” Casper said. “Maybe if it wasn’t so salty it’d be different, but … it would have to be a pretty special circumstance that got a dick in my mouth again at all. I always swallow with a girl.”

“I have no problem with swallowing,” Becka said. “I mean, I worked for it, right? With a girl … I’m kinda with Cas, but in reverse. That’d really depend on a lot of things, and it wouldn’t be easy for her to get me to a place where it was even a question.”

“I’m just glad to be there,” Tucker said. “And I like to clear everything away when I’m done eating. With a guy, well, I don’t know. I’ve blown a few, but it’s hard for me to get past the texture.”

“Huh?” Kaeleigh said. “What … texture? It’s not like…” she gestured vaguely. “Like lumpy or something, is it?”

“Not unless the guy’s really sick,” Casper said. “As in parts of him are falling off.”

“Cum can be kinda thin,” Nette said. “Or it can be thick, or creamy, or bubbly … it’s not lumpy, but it’s always kind of … slick. Slippery.”

“That’s it,” Sal said. “Yeah, that slick feeling, that’s what I kinda can’t choke down sometimes.”

“Makes me think of snot,” Tucker said. “And I just … it’s like my throat closes. I don’t eat poached eggs either, and for pretty much the same reason.”

“Eww.”

“It’s not really like that,” Nette said. “It’s not boogery or slimy or anything. It’s just warm and slippery.”

“Is it like … like what happens if I get super seriously wet, and I drip?”

“Yeah. Yeah. It’s like the nectar of the goddess. If that doesn’t bug you, cum won’t either.”

“Huh.” Kaeleigh was staring into the middle distance, chewing her lip. Travis nudged her after a moment. “What?”

“It’s your turn to answer the question.”

“Oh. Uh, well, it’s not something I’ve actually done yet. So I don’t know for sure. But the way I see it…” She thought a little longer. “The way I see it is this. If I like a boy enough to suck on his dick, well, I must like him enough that I want to make him come. And if his dick’s already in my mouth, I might as well let him come in it, too. And … if his cum’s already in my mouth … I might as well swallow it.”

“That’s how I’ve always seen it,” Becka nodded. “Kind of like Yoda. Do or do not; there is no spit.” Kaeleigh giggled. “What about with a girl, if you ever do it with a girl?”

“Well, I didn’t know squirting was real until just now. But if I’m eating out a girl, I figure I’m already getting a lot of her juices, so a little more wouldn’t be that big of a deal, right?”

“The Force is strong in this one,” Becka said. Kaeleigh giggled again.

“So we’re still on to hook up sometime, maybe?” Nette said.

“Like you said. It’s not impossible.” They both laughed.

“Hey,” Luke said, coming back from down the hall. “Sorry I took so long, but something I ate is really hot to hit the exit.”

“Oh shit,” Tucker said.

“Literally,” Seana said.

“D’you need anything?”

“Not right now, but maybe a Champagne cork later on. Did I miss much, and why is my sister’s shirt off?”

“You were still gone, so I took your turn. I landed on a penalty.”

He gaped around. “And you guys let her take off her shirt?”

“Mine’s off,” Becka said.

“I wear less than this at the pool, Luke.”

“She kind of insisted,” Seana said. “She’s got some real brass, dude.”

“Yeah, see here, mister,” Casper said. “This doll is a classy, brassy dame. The girl’s full of va-vim and va-voom. She’s got moxie. Why, she’s full of sp — uh, maybe not spunk.”

“It’s not impossible,” Kaeleigh said, and Luke blinked at everyone’s laughter, knowing he was missing the joke, possibly grateful that he was.

“Well, you shouldn’t’ve taken off your shirt, Kay. That was my turn, so I’m the one that needs to take something off.” He doffed his tee and came over to her. “Scoot. I’m back in.”

“Aww, c’mon, Luke. I like this game. I wanna keep playing.”

There was a silence louder than the roar of a nuclear blast.

“Kay, you know how it might end up.”

“Well — well — can’t I just, like, keep playing as your partner or something? Like we share the turn, we both do whatever when the dick lands on a square, we both answer all the questions, and then … you know, however it ends, I just don’t do that part of it?”

“It’s for four to eight players, Kay,” Luke said. “You make it nine.”

“But we’d be partners, not taking separate turns. Like teammates.”

“Kay—”

“You know, I’m actually okay with playing like that,” Becka said. “I like your sister. She’s pretty damned cool. I’m fine with her being in the game, and not participating in the ending, however it goes.”

“She has added some spice to it,” Sal said. “It’s been pretty interesting while you were away.”

“Oh, thanks for that.”

“That’s not what I meant. She’s just … a different voice.”

“Different way of looking at things,” Seana nodded. “I vote she stays in, too.”

“Now we’re putting it up to a vote?”

“You were only a year older than me when you played it the first time,” Kaeleigh said. “And I wouldn’t even be technically playing.”

“Kay,” Luke sighed.

“And besides, even if you took over now, I’d still be sitting here listening to everyone and seeing everything. Maybe not everything everything, but people keep losing their clothes, and—”

“That reminds me. Put your shirt back on.”

“No.”

“Kay…”

“My name is Kaeleigh, you’re not Mom, and I’m not gonna leave.”

Luke slumped back and looked around. “Guys…”

“We’re out of this,” Tucker said. “Domestic disputes are strictly hands-off.”

“Besides, we really don’t mind her … not playing, exactly, but being involved,” Nette said. “Come on, Luke. She likes the game. One of these days she’ll be playing it herself, I bet, so this is a good chance for her to see how it goes. Meanwhile, she’s a big girl, she’s having fun, she can quit any time, and there’s probably nothing going around this table she hasn’t heard a billion times by now anyway.”

“Kids,” Casper said with a sniff, and wiped at his eye. “They grow up so fast nowadays…”

Luke looked from him to the others, then to his sister. “I can’t win this one, can I?”

“Not if you don’t play,” Nette said.

“Okay,” he said, tossing up his hands. “Whatever! But no group sex for you, got it?”

“Definitely not with you in the same room.”

“Oh God.” Luke rolled his eyes. “Okay, so what’d I miss?”

“A couple questions, and Kaeleigh took your turn for you,” Tucker said. Kaeleigh liked the way he failed to mention the kissing. She thought Luke would’ve had a kitten, actually laid back and tossed his legs up and given birth to a whole kitten, if he knew about that. “We just finished with Trav’s. It’s Sal’s turn to roll.”

Sal picked up the die, looked at Luke, and paused. The look on his face told her it wasn’t completely settled, and she knew someone would have to deal with that before they could go on.