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This is Chapter 3 of my story about a lonely boy who discovers that family can be where you find it. If you haven't read the previous chapters they are in my story archive here.
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In one-tenth of a second I was more excited than I'd ever been. I panned the binoculars around and saw that it was Ronnie sensually fondling Veed's beautiful boner. I knew by her sly and confident smile she had done this many times before. Hawley stepped closer and Ronnie took his little thing into her other hand, lovingly stroking both of her brothers in precise unison.
It made sense of course that the boys liked having Ronnie do that. It felt amazing to do it to myself and surely it must feel ten times better to have someone else do it.
I already knew that people did stuff to each other for fun. Only a few weeks earlier I had stumbled across a short YouTube video of a happy and bubbly teenage girl kneeling next to a naked man and energetically jerking him off. His cock was so big she could barely get her hand around it. I couldn't see the man's face but the girl was smiling and obviously having a great time. I was so surprised and fascinated that I didn't even get hard, only breathlessly excited and titillated. I tried to go back the next day to watch it again — ready by then to jerk along with them — but the video was gone, finding only a notice that it had been removed for violating the Terms of Service.
Watching the kids through the binoculars I was fumbling with my one free hand to fish my stiff rod out of my shorts when I heard the garage door rolling up, signaling Mom's arrival home from work and triggering a minor cardiac event. I scrambled to put the binoculars away and get back to my room before she came in from the garage and called up to me.
This was another daily farce in which I hurried down and we kissed each other on the cheek and said how much we'd missed each other all day. It was the height of hypocrisy because she was pretending just the same as I was but we both went along just to avoid rocking the boat.
Or maybe it was to avoid confronting the truth.
After the interminable torture of preparing, consuming and cleaning up after dinner I rushed upstairs to blessed sequestration. I barely got to the bed before my rock-hard dick was in my hand and the glorious window scene was back in my mind.
Veed's dick was simply beautiful, not quite as big as James' in my trusty jerk-off memory but somehow even more exciting with its mysterious, unfamiliar hood of skin. It took barely a minute to get my climax and temporarily quench my raging hormones.
I took a rare, boner-free shower — thinking about Kubb oddly enough — but while drying myself I suddenly remembered about the bottle I had found in Veed's box of nightstand things. I rushed naked to the computer and excitedly Googled "Astroglide." Instantly a picture popped up of the very bottle I'd seen and beside it this description:
Let things glide with our unique, top-selling formula that provides silky smooth lubrication for sheer sensation and satisfaction. Relish in the pure bliss of exhilarating sex and reduce discomfort or irritation with long-lasting lube that washes off clean with water.
There were a whole lot of words there that I didn't understand but I focused in immediately on one I definitely did:
Sex!
No wonder Veed got embarrassed. Somehow this stuff figured into the boner play he had with his brother and sister.
See how our water-based lube can help you overcome complications such as skin irritation, dryness, and discomfort in overall sexual health and masturbation.
Bingo! Another word I knew: masturbation. In a second it all clicked and I pictured Veed smearing this slippery stuff all over his fabulous uncut cock and stroking it to intense orgasm.
Baseball glove my ass!
I re-read the words overcome skin irritation, dryness and discomfort and it struck me that with this stuff I could jerk off to my heart's content without the raw, sore, puffy and itchy dick that I suffered last night! The very thought put me right back to the scene of Ronnie jerking off her brothers.
Up came the boner again, resulting in another quick cum and then two more over the following hour before I finally fell asleep in sheer exhaustion.
You know that strange coming-down phase after a really strong cum where you feel like you're floating and your mind wanders wherever it wants to go? That's where I found myself at something-in-the-morning after two more orgasms right in a row. I hadn't even come down from the first one when I astoundingly felt that gonna-cum feeling welling up again and I never even stopped jerking. After 30 more seconds of fierce exertion I blasted right off into space again.
That had never happened before!
Record-breaking back-to-back jerks numbers five and six once again had my dick puffy, tender and itchy as hell.
Damn I wished I had some Astroglide!
Sometime during the heavy-breathing afterglow I conjured up a crazy impulse to sneak a look at Veed's house. It was the middle of the night and I didn't know what I expected to see besides a dark and silent house but I just couldn't stop thinking about it. It would be a thrill even if I didn't see anything, just knowing those three sexy kids were in there.
And yes, I was fully aware of how stupid the idea was.
I pulled up my PJs and turned onto my side, punching my pillow to fluff it up and snuggling into the covers. I was determined to force myself back to sleep.
It didn't work. With a sigh I flopped onto my back once again and began to give the idiotic idea actual consideration.
I couldn't sneak into my parents' room for obvious reasons. My libido was strong but it didn't overrule my survival instinct.
There was one other room that overlooked the Arvidsson house: my Dad's office. There might be slightly less mortal danger if I got caught in there. I settled on a plan to silently slip in and verify that the Arvidsson household was down for the night. Maybe then I could return to my bed for some much-needed rest.
I crept along the upstairs hallway, hoping with all my pounding heart that I missed the creaky floorboard that was hiding there somewhere. I passed my parents' door without raising a clamor and finally reached the office. I tiptoed to the window and opened the blinds.
There was a light on in the house!
It was the main bedroom where Mr. and Mrs. A slept. One of the window shades was closed and bright with light from a bedside lamp. The open shade at the other end of the room revealed a partial view into the en suite bathroom where the light was also on and shadows danced on the walls and floor. Then the bathroom light went off and a pink figure stepped out into the bedroom, happening to pause precisely framed in the open window as if posing just for me. I gasped as I realized what I was seeing.
It was Mrs. A.
And she was naked.
I saw all of her down to the knees: her high round breasts and sharp pink nipples, her flat stomach, and her strong, lithe thighs with their trim patch of golden hair in between. As she listened to something Mr. A must have said she turned a little so that I had a profile view where I could really see the slight droop of her breasts and the curve of her muscular butt.
She was a fine-looking woman but I couldn't help wishing it was the kids I was seeing.
Mrs. A stepped out of view and ten seconds later the light went off. My private show was over but I was energized still. It wasn't what I wanted to see but it proved the concept. These windows were well worth peeping into!
I didn't sleep much the rest of the night but thankfully I didn't need to jerk off either. My overworked dick had had it for the night. Still I kept replaying both of my favorite new memories: Ronnie's fondling and Mrs. A's peep show.
I sort of wished that I had gotten the binoculars out of the desk drawer for a close-up look at Mrs. A but it lasted only fifteen seconds in total and if I had done that I might have missed the whole thing.
I didn't know what was going on next door but I thanked every lucky star in the heavens that I got to see it.
"Do the neighbor kids play outside?" my Mom asked. I stalled for a second while I chewed my toast and took a sip of orange juice. I had to figure out the agenda behind the question so my answer didn't step on a land mine. Then it hit me.
"Yeah, they love to," I said with enthusiasm. "We played a game called Kubb yesterday in their backyard and it was really nice being out in the sun and the fresh air."
She smiled and I knew I was on the right track. Now if I could work in a reference to washing behind my ears I'd have all the bases covered. I tucked back into my bacon omelet with renewed vigor.
Our doorbell rang and Mom and I looked at each other in shock. Months go by without hearing that doorbell. My pulse rose as I anticipated Mom's reaction if it was Veed and the kids.
I followed her to the door and was relieved to see Mrs. A by herself, wearing a big smile and carrying a wicker basket covered with a kitchen towel. My Mom went rigid but she managed a reasonably pleasant smile.
"Good morning Mrs. Cooper," the woman said brightly. "I'm Brigitta Arvidsson. From next door?"
"Yes, yes of course," my Mom said in her best impersonation of friendliness. "Won't you come in?"
"Thank you," Mrs. A said, sweeping in with a wide smile. "Good morning, Fin. Those are very cute pajamas. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, Mrs. A," I lied, turning red. She probably thought I was embarrassed to be seen in my PJs but it was really the memory of seeing her naked.
"We all did as well," she said. "It's surprisingly quiet here don't you think?" she continued, addressing my Mom again. "Especially with the busy roads on either side."
"Yes," my Mom said. "My husband and I quite enjoy the privacy."
I cringed because I knew that was a slam at Mrs. A for stopping by uninvited.
"Would you like some coffee?" Mom asked, her smile almost convincing. "I have a few minutes before I have to leave for work."
"That would be nice, thank you," Mrs. A said, and as we all turned toward the kitchen I caught the dirty look Mom threw my way. I certainly didn't invite Mrs. A to come over but she might not have come if I hadn't befriended the family.
Mom offered her a seat at the kitchen island and poured a cup of coffee. "Cream and sugar?"
"Yes please," Mrs. A said. With a flourish she pulled the towel off of the basket and added with a grin, "As you see we Swedes have a sweet tooth!"
The basket was loaded with golden brown muffins, spotted red with whole raspberries and sprinkled white with streusel. They looked amazing!
"These are traditional cardamom raspberry muffins," she went on. "Fresh from the oven!" She turned to me and said, "I know you'll enjoy them Fin after the way you devoured the raspberry raggmunk at lunch yesterday." Then she turned back to Mom and added, "Oh, and your egg salad was simply delicious! We all enjoyed it so much I'd love to have your recipe."
Mom couldn't hide her expression of surprise and a half-second later I saw in her eyes that it pissed her off. She didn't like it when people saw her raw feelings. She wanted them to see what she gave them and nothing more.
The blog suggested it was her way of covering feelings of parental inadequacy. I think that gave her too much credit, implying that she cared enough about parenting to feel inadequate about it. Not to mention, I'll bet she was like that long before she became a parent.
I know the blog is about parenting but come on. Not everything is about that. Sometimes a control freak is just a control freak.
"Fin?" she asked expectantly.
"Yeah, Mom," I sheepishly replied, "I kind of ate lunch at their house yesterday."
"Yes, I insisted!" Mrs. A interjected. "Fin said he should go home to eat your egg salad because he so very much appreciates your hard work and how you take care of him. But my kids just adore Fin and I would never hear the end of it if I let him go home so I suggested he bring the egg salad over for us all to try. I told him you wouldn't mind."
Talk about mixed emotions! I was scared because I pissed off my Mom but on the other hand the kids adored me!
I'd never been adored before.
Mom wrestled her face back under control. "No, of course it's fine Mrs. Arvidsson," she said. "I only wish he had told me about it so I could have thanked you properly."
"Think nothing of it," Mrs. A said, patting my Mom on the arm. "It's what we do for our kids, right? And please call me Brigitta."
The expectant way she looked at my Mom was obvious even to me. I saw the moment of indecision before my Mom responded, staring at Mrs. A's hand which was still on her arm.
"Kate," she finally said, "and Fin's father is Brian."
"My husband's name is Olaf," Mrs. A said, then laughed, "You can't get more Swedish than that!"
My Mom forced a smile. "No, I suppose not."
"Please Kate," Mrs. A said, "try the muffins. They're my go-to welcome gift. Always a hit!"
"I think I was supposed to bring a welcome gift to you, Brigitta, since you're the ones who moved in."
"Our welcome gift was Fin," she said, smiling at me with surprising fondness. "We were a little worried about buying here, the cul-de-sac being rather cut off from everything. Our children have one another to play with but we are very grateful that they also have a wonderful next-door friend!"
Mom smiled and it looked genuine even to me!
"Fin is very fond of your kids too," she said. "I, um, sometimes worry about him alone here all day."
Mrs. A smiled. "Well worry no more, Kate!" she said. "I'm almost always home, and Fin can come to me anytime for anything he needs."
"That isn't your responsibility," Mom begged off, flustered. She had let a real emotion out by accident and she was trying to reel it back in. "I don't want to impose."
"Nonsense," Mrs. A scoffed. "This is what neighbors are for. With three little Indians running around I hardly even notice a fourth! And he's a very nice boy, very polite and considerate. You should be proud of how you've raised him."
Though this was meant as a huge compliment my Mom reacted like it touched a nerve. She deflected by reaching for a muffin.
"These look wonderful," she said, changing the subject. She pushed the basket over to me and peeled the paper off of hers. She tasted a small bite and a very real smile spread across her face, which was a rare sight indeed. "Oh my God, this is delicious!"
Mrs. A beamed and turned to me as I peeled a muffin and took a healthy bite.
"Oh, wow Mrs. A!" I said as the flavors delighted my tongue. "I love it!"
"I'm so glad," Mrs. A said with a satisfied grin. "Like I said, always a hit! I'll be happy to share the recipe in exchange for the egg salad."
"Yes, of course," my Mom said, eagerly popping the remainder of the muffin into her mouth.
"Which brings me to the next subject," Mrs. A said. "We would love to have the three of you over to our house for dinner on Saturday so we can all get to know one another. It's a very Swedish thing to do, to make new friends over a nice meal. Please say you'll come."
My Mom was trying hard not to look flustered. "I'll have to check with my husband, of course," she said. "He may have plans I'm not aware of."
"Certainly," Mrs. A said. "I understand. Just let me know, OK? Now I know you have to leave for work so I'll be going. Again, don't worry about Fin. He is welcome in our home anytime."
"Thank you Mrs. — Brigitta," Mom said. "I'll send the basket back with Fin."
"No rush. Enjoy the muffins." Then Mrs. A turned to me and wagged a mock-admonishing finger in my face, "And you young man, leave some for your father!"
She tenderly cupped my cheek and I felt warmth and affection flow into me. I never wanted the touch to end.
"I will," I said. Could this delightful woman win over even my hard-boiled mother?
We ushered her out and the second the door was closed Mom turned to me and growled, "Look what you've gotten us into! Your father is going to be furious."
It wasn't my idea but I didn't dare talk back to Mom. I just looked sheepish and cowered.
"And what the hell is raggmunk?"
I hadn't seen anything through Veed's window in the hour I'd been watching. Idly I fingered the focus wheel on the binoculars, wishing I had something to focus on. I thought about my Mom's unfairness and tried not to get myself worked up about it all over again.
She really cut me to the quick forbidding me to go over there that day. She tried to disguise this obvious petty retribution, insisting that she she simply didn't want me to "wear out my welcome" with the Arvidssons or "make a nuisance of myself." I knew the truth though. She didn't want to bother with the people next door and she blamed me for the position she was in, forced to engage with unworthy people who weren't her artsy-fartsy gallery crowd. She was punishing me by taking away the thing I wanted the most.
When the Harpers lived next door it was easy for my parents: they were no more interested in us than my folks were in them. In sheer desperation I crossed enemy lines to play with Dennis once in a while but for the most part our two families ignored each other. It was already clear that the Arvidssons were having none of that and it didn't sit well with my Mom.
And my Dad didn't even know it yet. I couldn't even imagine the shit-storm he'd unleash.
I caught a flash of movement in Veed's room. Quickly I raised the binoculars and focused. Veed and Hawley were there setting up a board game on the floor but both were fully dressed.
"Shit," I said out loud. I continued to watch anyway, still somehow excited just to be peeping on them unawares.
I didn't recognize the game at first and I wondered if it was another Swedish thing but then I recognized the board and remembered playing it once a long time ago at someone's house. You draw cards and move your game pieces around the board according to what the cards tell you to do, trying to get all of your pieces all the way around before anyone else. It's called Sorry because you can make other players go back to Start and then you say an insincere, "Sorry!"
I remember I didn't like the game very much but at that moment I'd have given anything to be over there playing it with them.
I noticed the boys setting up for three players so I was not surprised at all that Ronnie came to join them but my eyes bugged out when I saw that she was naked. She sat cross-legged directly facing the window giving me a perfect binoculars-eye-view of her hairless pussy-slit. I hadn't really seen it the day before because she was standing up and her profile was to the window but now I examined it with curiosity.
Only curiosity, really. It was a revelation to me to realize that I was more turned on seeing Veed and Hawley with their clothes on than seeing Ronnie naked. I didn't truly understand this but in my head it was very clearly so.
I liked Ronnie. I thought she was cute and I enjoyed seeing her naked but I was not turned on by her. Veed's bare leg below his shorts was much more exciting.
Ronnie said something and both boys nodded agreement. I assumed it was something about the game but to my surprise they peeled off their shirts and then quickly stripped the rest of the way down. The three kids of my dreams were naked before me once again and my heart began to pound.
Eagerly I scanned Veed's smooth athletic body. He was still a little young for major muscle definition but he was fit as hell and really a great-looking boy. I'd have loved to see him Hulk-flex like Hawley did and get a real look at his physique. He was turned a bit away from the window so I couldn't actually see between his legs and again I cursed the luck.
I turned the binoculars to Hawley and was gratified to see his sweet little dick and balls on unobstructed display. He showed no sign of excitement, his little hooded sausage limp as can be, and though I watched intently for several minutes it never stirred, never stood up like it had before.
Veed adjusted his sitting position and I could finally see his lovely junk but it was likewise flaccid and going nowhere. I tilted up to the kids' faces and there were no excited glances at each other, no smirks or leers. They were just three kids playing Sorry exactly as they would if they had clothes on.
I watched for a long time until my arms got too tired to hold up the binoculars. The close-up view wasn't worth the pain since nothing sexy seemed to be happening. Just as I lowered the glasses I caught a glint of light from the left and realized that it came from another window in the Arvidssons' house. I watched for a moment and it glinted again.
There in the main bedroom window was Mr. A and the flashes of light were reflections off the binoculars he was pointing straight at me.
My heart leapt into my throat and I scrambled away from the window, my breath heaving in panic just the same as yesterday when my Mom came home. I knew Mr. A must have seen me. How could he not?
I dashed to Dad's office to stash the binoculars then ran to my room, locking myself in. It was silly but that room had been my refuge for years and it was there that I felt safe. Not that a guy the size of Mr. A couldn't smash in that door with one hand but I was not really worried about that.
No, he'd wait for my mother to get home and then come tell her what a sneaky little Peeping Tom pervert I was.
The doorbell rang. He hadn't waited for my Mom after all. It occurred to me that it may be better this way, to face Mr. A myself rather than via my parents. I just might have a chance.
I gathered my courage and went down.
I couldn't look him in the eye when I swung open the door, focusing instead on his size eleventy-seven sneakers.
"Fin," he said with more gravity in his voice than I'd heard before. It was also the first time he had addressed me as anything except Finley Cooper. "I think we must have a talk. May I come in?"
My eyes remained down and my voice squeaked as I answered.
"I'm not supposed to let anyone inside when nobody's home."
"This is important," he said. "We must talk. I will not tell your parents that you allowed me inside."
"There's a camera," I said, "in the doorbell. My Dad will know if I let you in."
"Ah," the big man said. "I have heard of these things. Then please come with me to my house."
"I'm sorry," I said. "My Mom told me to stay away for today, so I don't make a nuisance of myself."
Mr. A was running out of patience. "We must talk immediately, Fin. What do you suggest?"
I remembered what Mom said when Dad warned me not to invite the kids over.
"I'm allowed to have guests in the backyard. Would that be OK?"
Mr. A nodded and without a word stepped off the porch and headed up our driveway between the houses.
I went through the house and out the sliding door to the patio. Mr. A was just coming around the corner of the house.
"It is quite secluded here," he observed. He sat in one of our patio chairs, bringing him down to just above my eye level as I stood before him. "I believe our conversation will be private, as it must be."
I still couldn't look at him and simply waited for whatever onslaught was coming. He leaned closer to me, his powerful forearms on his thighs, and addressed me in all seriousness.
"Fin," he began, sounding a degree or two kinder than he did on the front porch. "I saw you in the window watching my children play their game. Please do not deny it."
"N-no sir," I stammered.
My chest was getting tight and it felt like my throat was closing.
"I was looking but I didn't mean anything bad, honest! I accidentally saw them yesterday and I couldn't stop thinking about it!"
"Do you know that it is impolite to spy on your neighbors?"
"Yes sir," I said, sudden tears springing to my eyes and in one second I was heaving sobs and the tears were pouring down. "I'm sorry! I promise I'll never do it again!"
I was not usually the crying type and I wasn't sure how to deal with it. In fact the last time I had blubbered that way was when I fell on the concrete playground at school and scraped all the skin off my entire kneecap. It was unbelievably painful and I cried hard for a long time. Did I mention that it happened in the second grade, when I was seven?
"Please Mr. A!" I wailed. "Please don't make me stop being friends with your kids!"
I was astounded when the big man drew me to him, enfolding me in a tight hug. I'd never needed a tight hug more in my life and I threw my arms around him, crushing my teary face into the crook of his muscular neck. He was solid and warm and I sobbed and heaved as he softly murmured into my ear Swedish words of comfort. They actually did comfort me even though I didn't understand them. It was the heartfelt compassion in his voice that did it.
I honestly believed that after only two days this man cared about me, truly cared about me as an individual. I couldn't ever remember a hug that meaningful from my Dad — or any hug at all for that matter. Mr. A held me for a long time, well over a minute, until my heavy sobs subsided into mere sniffles.
The man's big hands pushed me back to arm's length and he looked into my eyes. His expression was stern but not angry.
"Please calm yourself and describe for me precisely what you saw yesterday."
I was genuinely shocked. "Do I have to?"
"Yes, I must insist," he said. "If we are to trust one another again we must be completely honest, Finley Cooper."
I was heartened that he called me by my full name. From our first meeting I'd always taken it as sort of a teasing term of endearment, something private just for me and him. Now coupled with his suggestion that he might be able to trust me again it had me cautiously hopeful. I did my best to compose myself, with limited success.
"Well," I hesitantly began, "when I was in the boys' bedroom I noticed that the houses are so close together that Veed and I could maybe talk from window to window." I sniffed loudly and wiped away some stray tears.
"I had a few minutes before my Mom got home so I decided to go see if we really could. Veed was there so I waved to him but he didn't see me."
"So you did not intend to spy from the beginning?"
"No sir," I earnestly said. "I just wanted to talk to him."
"All right, go on."
"Veed just started taking his clothes off. I figured he was going to take a shower or something but then Hawley came in and he was naked too!"
"Why did you have binoculars," the man pressed, although gently, "if you only wanted to talk?"
I felt the heat of blush on my cheeks and I had to look away.
"I remembered my Dad's binoculars and all of a sudden I just had to see the boys close-up."
"And why is that, Fin?"
Uh-oh. He hadn't called me Finley Cooper that time. I swallowed hard.
"I don't know," I said, fully aware of how lame it sounded.
Mr. A gave me a look. "We are being honest now Finley Cooper, remember?"
I mumbled in the direction of my shoes, "I — I got real excited when I saw them with no clothes on."
"When you say excited, do you mean like this?" He held out his hand with all the fingers curled downward then slowly raised his index finger until it was pointing straight out. My face flushed so hot it felt like it was glowing.
I couldn't look at him but I nodded a feeble yes.
Surprisingly Mr. A relaxed at this admission. "It is OK, Finley Cooper," he said. "This is very natural. Both of my boys were this way as well, were they not?"
I nodded again.
"Please tell me what else you saw."
I had thought the questioning must surely be over but at this point what was the difference?
"When I got back with the binoculars Ronnie was there too."
"And was she in the nude?"
I look at him questioningly. "You mean was she naked?"
"Yes, nude means naked."
"Yes, she was naked," I said. "And that's when Hawley and Veed got bone—"
Mr. A chuckled. "It is OK to say 'boner' Fin. I am familiar with the term."
His laugh was encouraging so I looked into his face with a timid half-smile of my own. "Yeah, they got — like that — and Ronnie put her hands on both of them and rubbed."
He absorbed this for a moment then asked, "You enjoyed seeing this, Finley Cooper?"
I nodded one more time.
"And did you rub yourself as well?"
"I wanted to," I quietly said, "But then my Mom came home from work and I couldn't."
Again the man paused, thinking. Finally he put a big hand on my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Finley Cooper," he said, "I assure you that I am not angry with you. Your interest in nudity and sex is completely natural, although peeping into windows is not the honest way to go about it."
"I won't ever do it again," I earnestly said, sensing that the worst of this interrogation was past. "I promise."
"I believe that you are sincere in this promise," he said with a smile. "You are a good boy, Finley Cooper. The urges at this age can be very powerful, but you will learn to cope with them."
I hesitated for a second but I couldn't contain my worry. "Do you have to tell the kids?"
"Oh, they already know," he said. "Vidar told me he saw you in the window yesterday. This is how I knew I should look for you again today."
"But— if he saw me," I sputtered, "then why did they keep doing, you know, what they were doing? And right in front of the window!"
"He did not see you until the very end when you ran away. Before then he did not realize that anyone could see inside."
I was still dumbfounded. "But if they knew it yesterday why did they play naked in front of the window again today?"
"I asked them to," Mr. A said. "I wished to know if you would spy on them again. But this is why there were no boners today and no touching. They were not comfortable having sex-play with someone watching in secret. Ronja said it was...what is the word? Creepy?"
I flushed embarrassed again. "Yeah," I admitted. "It was creepy."
"But do not worry Finley Cooper. I will explain to them that you are not creepy. You were only responding to your natural instincts. Tomorrow you will come to our house and you will play again with the children. You will see that they also are not angry with you."
"Um, Mr. A?" I meekly asked. "I never heard of parents letting their kids play naked and, you know, do stuff to each other."
"It is not common in America," he said. "Parents in Sweden however have many different ideas. I said we would each be honest with the other and tomorrow when you come to visit we will tell you many honest things. I think it is best if we do so as a family."
I smiled. It looked like I was off the hook despite my creepy behavior, but then I had a terrible thought and my face twisted in fear.
"Are you gonna tell my parents?"
He smiled and ruffled my hair. "No, Finley Cooper," he said. "This is only for us to know."
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