Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2004 18:12:04 -0600 From: H. Rick Cantwell Subject: Rascal part 9 Rascal Part Nine Contemporaries and Conversions (M/M, Oral, Anal, Incest) This is a continuing story. Disclaimer: Read chapters 1 though 6 for the disclaimer. Constructive criticism is welcome, at zestful@myexcel.com. Mention the title in the Subject line or I might delete it by accident, thinking it's spam. Hearing from you and NEW readers will help keep alive the desire to continue this tale. --Dick Hickey. If you're not old enough to read stories involving graphic descriptions of sex between consenting males, or if such stories are illegal where you live, do not continue reading beyond this sentence. Rascal Part Nine Contemporaries and Conversions Lyle and I got back from our trip to the "Country Club" about the same time Amanda arrived home after taking Ryan shopping. As soon as Ryan got in the house, he ran upstairs to pee. "Amanda, Dick and I have something special planned for Ryan. "It's not something ...?" Amanda asked warily. "Ryan's going to have some little friends over and well, what we have planned, uh ... it might involve ... some nudity. I don't think Ryan would feel real comfortable if he thought you'd be seeing his ... wiener." "This really isn't something I want to know about, is it? I suppose I could go to Marty's. After all, he's the one ... " "Amanda, Marty didn't MAKE Ryan gay any more than you or I did." He was just the logical choice for Ryan to go to first. The whole family knows Marty's gay. That's no secret, so when Ryan wanted answers ... that's who he went to. I wish it had been me but it wasn't. Once he knew he was gay--or gay oriented, anyway--he at least opened up dialogue with me. He's been real good about being honest about everything." "I know, it's just ... wait ... did you say LITTLE friends? Not adults?" "The day he went to work with me," I said, "he ... found out a coworker of mine had kids his age. Ryan indicated to me later that he thought he'd like to get to know them." "A girl and a boy," Lyle said. "I don't want to get your hopes up." "A girl?" Amanda said. "Hold on! I'm not saying they're gonna get married or anything. She's a year older than Ryan but she might be useful ... to help Ryan become more comfortable being around girls. Their father will be here, too, so everything should be all right." "Basically," I said, "the three adults are gonna play some poker and just sit back to see how well the kids get along." "Tiny steps," Lyle warned Amanda. "Nothing major." "But if things go well, it might end up as a sleepover," I said. "Okay," Amanda said. "I understand. When are they gonna be here?" Lyle said, "You usually have your coworkers up to the lake for a picnic the third weekend of July. Could you move the date up to the second or third week of June? That way, if the kids get along all right, they'll have all summer to play together." "The kids will have to come over on a Friday night," I said. "Their mom won't let them sleep over Saturday night because they have to go to church early Sunday morning." Amanda's eyes got huge. "They're church goers? And they're gonna be playing with Ryan? Do they know Ryan is the Poster Child for Sexually Promiscuous Adolescents?" Lyle looked at me for confirmation. "Jason knows," I said. "I know that for sure. I don't think the kid's mom knows, though. Jason's trying to broaden their education a little before he tells her." "You're sure this Jason guy knows?" Amanda asked. "Jason knows," Lyle assured Amanda with an end-of-discussion look. I assumed Lyle was remembering the big screen TV Ryan bartered for a blowjob from Jason. "I'm sure I don't want to know," Amanda said, waving her hand dismissively. Lyle simply nodded his head to confirm her decision. After that discussion, I went up to give Ryan a quick goodbye kiss. He was in his room, naked--and with a hard-on pointed toward the ceiling. "As long as I've got a cock, you've got a place to sit," he said. As expected, I went home with a father and son cocktail up my ass. I felt better, knowing Amanda was aware of the play date even if she WAS leery about it. The next two weeks were excruciating whenever I anticipated the "sleepover weekend." For Ryan's sake I wanted everything to go perfectly but from a grownup standpoint, I was afraid we might be meddling in something we shouldn't be. On Thursday, I took time from my day off to phone Jason at work to remind him and confirm it was still okay with his wife. "Yeah, she's almost as excited as the kids. She thinks they need to meet new kids because there aren't very many their age in our neighborhood. When she found out Lyle works for the FBI you'd have thought the kids were gonna meet royalty!" "Good. Let's just hope things work out ... uh .. for the best." "Have you no faith in our youth?" Jason chuckled. "Too much sometimes," I laughed. "They act so grown up when we least expect it ... then at other times ..." "Yeah," Jason said dismissively, "but don't forget, they'll have three adults to help 'em out." "Oh, by the way, finding Lyle's house in that sub division where he lives is like trying to find Waldo in one of those kid's cartoon books. How about if you meet me back at The Emporium after you pick up the kids so Ryan and I can lead the way." "Sounds good. Gotta go. I'm gettin' the evil eye." "See ya tomorrow." Friday was another busy sales day, which was good for me because I also get commissions on my sales, but I was glad when it was over. Ryan took the Number Three bus and swaggered in holding his "Official" nametag. He had to wait in the break room for about fifteen minutes before I got off work. When I walked in--after punching out--Jason said, "Dick, this is my daughter Taylor and my son Tyler. Sherita thought it would be helpful to drop them off here to save all the back and forth stuff." "Great! Shall we go?" "How 'bout if I ride with Jason. If he gets caught by a light, we'd lose him," Ryan said. "Okay," I said, "I'll follow you. I can find the sub division but if I get left behind because of a light or something, wait at the entrance for me. I'm still not comfortable with all those serpentine streets." "Deal. You have my number," Ryan said, putting his pinky finger and thumb to his ear to imply a phone. "Can I ride with him?" Tyler asked pointing to me. "I can ride shotgun and watch for when you turn or whatever." "His name is Dick, or Mr. Hickey, not 'him,'" Jason scolded. "Well, he's not a HER!" Tyler said. Ryan giggled. "It's okay with me," I said. "Let's go," Ryan said. When Ryan got to Jason's car, he opened the back door for Taylor. She did a prissy little curtsy before she got in. Before Ryan climbed in front with Jason, I called to him, "Behave!" Tyler got in MY car and immediately buckled his seat belt. "She's just pretending to be nice. She's not usually that way," Tyler said. Not wanting to get in the middle of sibling rivalry, I asked, "So, how old are you?" "Fourteen ... next month." That surprised me. Tyler was a head taller than Ryan even though he was almost a year younger. He was thin, like Ryan, but awkward while Ryan had confident fluid movements. Tyler had his hair spiked in uneven heights that made him look like he'd just gotten out of bed. "So, did you get to talk to Ryan before your dad and I got off work?" "Yes, sir. He's kewl. I think I'm gonna like him." "Well, I hope so but, if you don't, you can tell me or your dad. It's okay to like some people more than others. It's not like we'll think you hate him." "Do you have a middle name?" Tyler asked. "No." "How come?" "My folks were poor," I said successfully hiding my smile as I figuratively pulled Tyler's leg. "Oh," he said shyly like he believed me and probably thought he'd embarrassed me by making me reveal we were poor. "Why do you ask?" I said. "Mommy's told us not to say the word ..." then as quietly as he could say it and still be audible, he said, "dick." "Yeah, a lot of people feel that way. I'll tell you what, you come up with a cool nickname for me and I'll let you call me that. Okay?" "Okay," Tyler said relieved. "You'll okay it with Dad?" "We'll okay it with him together." "Is it true you're not really Ryan's uncle?" "Yeah. He uh, started calling me Uncle Dickey because, uh ... it made things easier for everyone involved." "Like being able to pick him up from school?" "Yeah, like that." "Is it true Ryan sleeps with you sometimes?" "Yeah, why?" I didn't know if he meant 'sleeps over' or 'sleeps' as in the biblical sense. "Is it true you only have one bed?" "Yeah, I have a one bedroom apartment." "Oh. Is it true Ryan's seen you, uh ... " and again, in a whisper, "naked?" "Yeah," I said, surprised Tyler already knew so much about me. I knew Ryan could put more words together in one minute than an auctioneer but I didn't think fifteen minutes was long enough for all this information. "Wow! You didn't even try to explain how come." Tyler said. "How come Ryan saw you ... that way?" "There's nothing to explain. We have to shower, we have to dry off, we have to change clothes, there's nothing to hide." "We do," Tyler said bashfully. "You've never seen your dad naked?" "Umm ..." "How about your sister? You know, when you two were younger. Didn't you two take baths together?" "I don't remember." "Well, some people think the naked body is sinful while others think it's God's most beautiful creation on Earth." "I know," Tyler said like a child wiser than his years should be. "The way I see it, God made everything else first just so He could practice until He got it just right. Then, He made man--in His own image--just so He could look at Himself." "Kinda like He's looking in a mirror, only He isn't," Tyler said in an understanding tone. "Exactly. You see, He made man to be admired." "Mom says we have to wear clothes because Adam and Eve sinned and they were ashamed of their nakedness." "She's right ... to a point." "Whaddya mean? Hey! Dad just pulled into the other lane!" "Thanks. Because they were human beings, Adam and Eve were ashamed. But God was not ashamed of what He had created, man was. So, you see, it's MAN who is forcing people to wear clothes, not God." "Otherwise," Tyler reasoned, "He would have changed how people are born--so they were BORN covered up ... or something. He could do that if He wanted to, ya know 'cuz Cain and Able hadn't been born yet. In fact, Adam and Eve were created, so at that point, no one had been 'born' the way people are really born." "You might just be onto something there, Tyler." Then, in a conspiratorial tone I said, "Just between you and me, I think Eve made Adam feel that way just so she could go shopping for new clothes." "Yeah, girls sure do like to shop." We drove in silence for a while but just as we entered Ryan's sub development, Tyler said, "So you've seen Ryan naked?" "Yep. Naked as a jaybird." Then, just to gauge Tyler's reaction I said, "I've seen his stiffy, too." After a sudden gasp, Tyler said, "Really!" "Sure. When guys your age start to become young men, well, things happen. If you haven't started gettin' 'em yet, you will soon." Of course, I knew from his reaction that he knew about stiffies. "Uh huh," Tyler said noncommittally. "When you do, you be sure to tell your dad. There are things he can tell you that will make that time of your life a lot easier. In fact, Ryan talks to HIS dad about stuff like that all the time--and me, too." "Really?" "Sure. There's nothing wrong with guys talking to other guys about that stuff. If it'll make you feel better, you can talk to me about it. Just let me know." "Okay." "Or Ryan," I said. "He can be a big help. He's still learning about SOME things but he already knows a lot. The true stuff, not the street talk." "Like, if you kiss a girl, she'll have a baby?" "Yeah, like that." "I didn't really believe that one," Tyler said, like he had just had a burning question answered definitively. "But just so you know, kissing a girl can lead to OTHER things that could get her ... well, to where she COULD have a baby." "Okay. How much farther?" "We're almost there, why?" "I've gotta ... um ..." "Pee?" "Uh huh." "I'll show you where the bathroom is as soon as we get there." "Thanks." "Can you hold it?" "Yeah." "Good, I'd hate to have to stand you in the trunk so you can pee," I said with a smile. "You wouldn't do that," Tyler giggled. "If you really, really, really, had to go, we could do that." "Right out in the open!" I pulled in behind Jason's car before Ryan punched in the numbers at the gate. That way, we could both get through the gate before they automatically closed. As soon as he had the door to the house unlocked, I said, "Man on a mission! C'mon, Tyler," and we hauled ass upstairs. As we got halfway up the stairs, I heard Taylor say in a tattletale tone, "He probably has to pee again. He does that a lot." I showed Tyler which door it was and said, "I'll wait out here for you." "Thanks, this place is huge and I might get lost." I heard him close the door to the adjoining bedroom, too, before I heard the sound of water splashing on water. A little later, Tyler came out blushing. "I tried not to make noise but there wasn't anywhere I could ... you know." "Aim it? Yeah, their bowl fills up pretty full, huh? But that's all right. Sometimes you've just gotta make noise." "But only when you have to, huh?" Tyler said, apparently remembering his mother's brainwashing admonitions. "Sometimes." "Sometimes?" Tyler asked, like it was a foreigh concept, as we headed back downstairs. "Yeah," I said like it should be something he already knew. "Only when girls are around. Guys can always make noise when it's just other guys around." Looking around at the bottom of the stairs and, not seeing anyone, I figured they were in the kitchen. When we walked in, Ryan said, "Everything work out all right?" He was pouring three glasses of sports drinks. Tyler looked at Ryan, puzzled by his question. "Ryan, that's not nice." I said. "What? I'm talking about finding the bathroom." Turning to Taylor, Ryan said, "You'll have to excuse him," jerking his head toward me, "all he thinks about is sex and body parts." "Body parts?" Taylor said, horrified, like Ryan was talking about a hatchet murderer. "Dicks and ass ..." and to make Taylor feel included although a little uncomfortable, probably, he added, "... and tits." He looked directly at her chest. With a quick glance at her father and then at me, she said snippily, "You're crude. Mom would wash your mouth out with soap." "That's why I didn't invite her," Ryan said. "This weekend is for us--you and me," and with a jerk of his thumb toward Tyler, he said, "and him. We're gonna do things your mom never lets you do." "Like what?" Taylor asked warily. "Anything. Everything--within reason. If we start doing something you don't like, your dad's here to take you home." "Oh. Uh, well, that's good," Taylor said. "But if you go home," Ryan reasoned, "you might miss out on some OTHER kind of fun later." Jason looked at me slyly. He was probably thinking what I was thinking, 'This kid's good. He's set out the live trap and flipped the escape hatch to the "gotcha" setting.' "Let's go downstairs, it's more comfortable--not like this museum up here. Dad has to keep up appearances, you know." "When's your dad coming home?" I asked. "After seven. It'll take him forty-five minutes or so." "So, around eight?" "Yeah." "Why don't you grab a bag of potato chips or something to tide you over." I knew those sports drinks were full of caffeine and he'd need something to calm him down. Ryan led us downstairs to the lower level that ran the length of the house. It was one large room with glass sliders that looked out onto the pool. "Wow!" Tyler said, "a pool. Can we go swimming?" "It's very nice," Taylor said primly. "I didn't know you had a pool or I would have brought my swimsuit." "We can't swim until dad gets home, anyway. That's the rule." "Why?" Tyler asked excitedly. "He's the lifeguard," Ryan said, sitting cross-legged on the floor, centering himself in front of the sofa and two matching chairs that created a U-shaped configuration--a furniture arrangement that some previous generation dubbed a 'conversation pit.' "That's just silly," Taylor said belligerently. "There's two adults here." Tyler sat, too. "Yeah, two adults." "Dad wouldn't want either of them to feel responsible if anything bad happened." "Bad?" Tyler asked. "If we drowned," Taylor said, doing Tyler's thinking for him. She joined the two boys on the floor, resting on one hip, twisting her legs to one side and bending them at the knees, into a ladylike pose. "While the Rents play cards," Ryan said, giving me the evil eye, "we'll get to know more about each other." I got the message and touching Jason's elbow, we walked down to the other end of the room, presumably out of earshot of their conversation. Cards were already lying out on the table. "Beer's in the fridge," Ryan shouted needlessly. The acoustics were phenomenal for Ryan's plan to get into their pants--one or both of his new friend's pants, I would guess. "Black door, right side. Or there's wine for the sophisticated palate." I thought, 'Ryan's use of grownup words and phrases when I least expect them is one of those things that endears him to me.' I opened the mid-sized door Ryan indicated and there was a fully stocked refreshment refrigerator. From its outward appearance, it looked like part of the bookcase and entertainment center. Inside was beer, wine, mixers, fresh fruit, garnishes--everything, it seemed. "Beer or wine?" I asked Jason, keeping my voice low. "Beer, " he replied, keeping his voice low, too. "Imported or Domestic?" He came closer to stand next to me. "This looks like a liquor store display case. Look, there's German, Dutch ... what's this?" Reading the label he said, "Fijian. He's got beer from Fiji!" "Let's try it," I said. As we sat down and pretended to play cards, Ryan was removing his shoes and socks. "Gotta get out of these or I'll smell like a camel's behind and stink up the bedroom all night." I was surprised at his uncharacteristic use of the word 'behind.' I assumed it was a small concession for Taylor's sake. Nevertheless, I whispered to Jason, "He likes to plant tidbits of bait every chance he gets. He's already got them thinking about the sleeping arrangements." "I've found it's quicker to find out about people if you have them make a list," Ryan said. I looked in the direction of the kids and discovered Ryan had chosen his spot carefully. The way the furniture was arranged, it created a fort-like concealment making it appear to be private. Sitting on the floor and lookin in our direction, all they saw was a long waist-high room divider filled with plants, virtually making us "out of sight, out of mind." From our position, however, we could keep an eye on them, simply by stretching our necks a little. Their voices, nonetheless, carried along the hardwood beams that ran the length of the ceiling giving us a clear understanding of every word. Making a list sounds boring," Taylor said snippily. Seductively, Ryan said, "Not the way I do it. We go in rotation and ask any question you want. The answer has to be a list of your 10 favorite--or depending on the question, your 10 least favorite." "That doesn't sound like much fun." Taylor said. "The fun part is, you only have 30 seconds to give all ten answers." Tyler said, "That's only 3 seconds each!" "That doesn't even give you time to think," Taylor said, "That's what makes it fun," Ryan said giggling. "Sometimes, you say something that's totally not EVEN related to the question." "How embarrassing," Taylor said "What if you said something stupid while you're trying to think?" "We're not gonna get judgmental or anything and besides, sometimes you find out that what comes out first really IS your favorite even if you thought something else was. One time, a friend of mine said something so totally bizarre, I laughed so hard I peed my pants." I darted my eyes quickly to see Taylor wrinkling her nose. "What kind of questions?" Tyler asked meekly. "That's the great part! It can be anything. That's how we get to know each other." "Who goes first?" Taylor asked suspiciously. "Ladies first." Ryan said graciously. "Uh ... who are your favorite ... singers?" "Easy. Clay Aiken, N'Sync, Ricky Martin, Backstreet Boys, the new Menudo," and Ryan rattled off five more easily. "Okay, Tyler, what's your question?" Ryan asked. "Me?" Tyler said, startled for some reason that he was next. I got the impression he wasn't often asked for his two-cents worth. "Uh ... what's your favorite subject in school?" "It's supposed to be a question he can answer with a list," Taylor said disparagingly. "That's okay, I can list 'em favorite to least favorite," Ryan said. "Besides, it's an interesting question. I've never really thought about it before, Um ..." I thought it was nice of Ryan to try to make Tyler feel better about not remembering the rules or how to phrase his question properly. "You're just stalling to give yourself time to think," Taylor said accusingly. A little more slowly and with less self-assurance than his 'singers' answers, Ryan said, "Biology, Art, Gym, uh ... History, um ... uh ... oh! um, English ..." "Time," Taylor shouted, pointing to the second hand on the wall clock. "Study hall!" Ryan blurted out. "That's not a subject," Taylor admonished. "Sorry," Ryan said contritely. "It just came out." "Now, you." Tyler said. "Ask me a question." "Ladies first," Ryan said. "Taylor, who are your favorite male actors on TV?" "Ooh, um, oh yeah, Jason Ritter, he's so cute, uh, Scott Wolf, ooh, ooh, Tom Welling, he's my favorite, God what a hunk! Uh ..." I noticed Ryan wasn't cutting her off when her time was up, opting instead, to find out more about her." After she named her tenth star, Ryan turned to her brother. "Tyler, who are your favorite movie actors?" "Colin Farrell, Tom Cruise, Matt Damon, Mark Wahlberg, uh, yeah, Toby Mcquire, uh, Ashton Kutcher, that Owens guy he plays with ..." "Time," Ryan said. Then with a smirk, Ryan said, "I didn't know Ashton played with guys." I raised my eyebrow at Jason. From his expression I knew Jason knew that Ryan had planted another diabolical seed of sexual innuendo. "Not play with, that way! Acts with," Tyler said, blushing. "Owens ... Owens ... oh, yeah, Owen Wilson!" For all his religious upbringing, Tyler apparently knew a LITTLE about the sexually oriented terminology used on the streets. For the first time since she arrived, Taylor smiled--probably at her brother's discomfort--and said, "My turn. Favorite ..." I heard Taylor, Tyler and Ryan ask questions in rotation. The amount of laughter, giggling and chuckling increased as they got more comfortable with each other. Taylor came down off her superior high horse, Tyler came out of his shell and Ryan came out of his shirt. "Hope you don't mind but I'm not used to wearing a lot of clothes at home. I'm kind of a nudist at heart." Taylor looked at Ryan and saw, although he was smaller in stature than her brother, he was better developed than Tyler. "Me, too." Tyler said with the mock boldness one uses when they want to fit in. "You're not a nudist!" Taylor scolded. "I COULD be! God's a nudist." Tyler said, removing his shirt. "He is not!" Taylor said indignantly. "Uh huh," Tyler said. "God made man in His own image and since man is born naked, God must be naked, too." In an attempt to defuse an argument, Ryan asked, "What's your favorite cuss words?" I got Jason's attention just before he started to say something and whispered, "We're not supposed to be able to hear." "Oh, yeah," he whispered with a conspiratorial smile. "They've got their shirts off. Want tojoin 'em?" I asked. There was only a moment's hesitation before Jason pulled off his shirt. "I hate these shirts we have to wear at work. They're hot, heavy, baggy and the slate gray color isn't flattering to any of us. And they make everyone look like they're carrying around an extra ten or twenty pounds and trying to hide it." After slipping out of my shirt, I ran my hand over Jason's left tit and tweaked his nipple to hardness. Taylor and Ryan were saying something while Jason and I were whispering. "Jason," Ryan whined a little more dramatically than necessary, "is it okay if Taylor and Tyler use cuss words?" "Uh, well .. uh, I guess it would have to be their decision. It's okay with ME, but it's whatever they feel comfortable with." Jason's stammering at the beginning was a great cover-up for us really being able to hear them. He made it sound like the question came right out of nowhere. But those few moments beforehand to think, made his well-thought-out answer just what Ryan needed to open the kids up to some down and dirty sex talk. 'And given half a chance and a modicum of permission, what kid wouldn't want to say a cuss word or two,' I thought. "So what are they?" Ryan asked. "You can each name five if you want." "Me first," Tyler said, raising his hand like he was in school. "Fuck, shit, hell, damn and piss," he said so enthusiastically they almost sounded like one word. "Pussy, cunt, bitch, uh ... cock and ... "Taylor said. "One more," Tyler said urgently. "Tyler!" Taylor said annoyed. "Tyler's one of your favorite cuss words?" Ryan asked. They all laughed. Jason and I smiled at Ryan's quick- wittedness. Jason reached over to grope my crotch. "I hope the kids get along well together, I' kinda like the idea of playin' around with you ... and Lyle." "Wanna play Spin the Bottle?" Ryan asked. "Sure," Taylor said with a look of lust in her eyes as she looked over Ryan's half-naked body carefully. "The stakes get pretty high," Ryan warned. "I thought all you had to do was kiss someone," Tyler said. "No, that's Post Office." Taylor corrected. I could hear her mother using that same tone of voice. "I've played this a lot so I have the challenges all written down, you know, to save time," Ryan said, "I wrote down a list of things to do. They're numbered and get progressively more daring." "Okay," Tyler said. "Well, I don't know," Taylor said, looking sideways over the top of the chair toward the area where her dad sat concealed behind the room divider. "It's okay" Ryan said, "your dad's here to make sure I don't take advantage of you." "From what I've seen," Tyler said, "you're the one who'll need protection." "Shh," Taylor scolded. "I've seen you with DeShawn," Tyler said. "Shut up!" Taylor said. "Wanna play?" Ryan asked. "Sure," Taylor said resolutely. Ryan jumped up, ran down to our end of the room and retrieved an empty wine bottle out of the wastebasket. "Now it's gonna get hot!" he whispered to us. "Hey, nice chest, Jason." He ran his hand across Jason's chest and sighed wistfully. Jason grabbed Ryan's crotch playfully to find the beginnigs of a hard-on. "Later, Dude," Ryan whispered. Then he raced back saying, "These bottles have a weighted bottom that's just right for spinning." "The way I usually play it," Taylor said, "we spin once and that person announces a challenge, then we spin again and that person has to perform the dare." "This is kinda the same, but to put a little more suspense in the game, I'll spin. Whoever it lands on, will get the actual 'first' spin. Whoever it lands on next has to do the first dare even if it's the one spinning the bottle. That way, no one knows whose gonna do what to whom." "But there's two guys and one girl," Taylor said confused. "So?" Ryan said dismissively, as if gender difference was not an issue. Then, getting their attention, he said, "If the spin goes between two people, like right here," Ryan said running his hand between Tyler and himself, "and the bottle was spinning toward me, then I'm the one who has to do the next dare. No re-spins. Okay?" "Okay," the siblings said together. "Are you wearing a bra?" Ryan asked. "That's a little personal," Taylor said. "If the 'take-off-your-shirt' challenge comes up, you have to take off both your shirt AND your bra. These challenges were written when I was a little kid so they're just about guy stuff. But if it comes up on OUR spin," Ryan said, "you can choose something for us to do because we've already got our shirts off." "I'm not gonna take my shirt off," Taylor said, again glancing in her father's direction. "You can sit with your back to him. I don't think he's really interested in your boobs, anyway. You're his daughter, after all." Tyler sat slack-jawed during the whole discussion. "Jason," Ryan shouted, perpetuating the ruse that their conversations couldn't be heard without shouting. "Okay if we get undressed?" "I told you, whatever they feel comfortable with," Jason said with a casually distracted disinterest in the question. "Really!" Tyler shouted in disbelief at all the freedom they were being afforded--and possible embarrassment that would come with it. I groped Jason's hard-on, which was so hard it must have been aching. "It's okay," Jason comforted his son, "just pretend you're in gym class." "But Taylor's here," Tyler whined. "She's seen you before." "But I was little then." "My point exactly," Jason said. "Now you can show her how much you've grown." "Aw, Dad," Tyler moaned. Taylor's expression changed slightly when she heard Tyler had grown, like she was intrigued about how much. The first spin went to Taylor. "Okay, you spin," Ryan said, "and I'll read the challenge." As she spun, she said, "What if ... someone doesn't want to accept the challenge?" "Then they have to do whatever the person spinning the bottle says," Tyler said with uncommon boldness. Ryan looked at Tyler and clapped him on the shoulder. "Yeah, that's my man!" "Tyler's gonna get even with his sister for picking on him all these years," Jason whispered proudly. "So you want to get a little more comfortable?" I asked, loosening the belt on my slacks. "Shouldn't we wait for our host to get home?" I looked at my watch. "He'll be here any minute."' "Then, let's wait." Jason said, giving my hard-on one soft sensous stroke. "Easy for you to say, I'm about to cum," I whispered. "Kiss the one on your left, using your tongue," Ryan read from his list. I looked over and saw the neck of the bottle was pointed at Ryan. Tyler was to his left. "Ewh!" Taylor said. "What? He doesn't have mono, does he?" Ryan asked, directing his question at Taylor. "No! But boys kissing boys ..." "I do it all the time," Ryan said as he leaned over, grabbed both sides of Tyler's face and tongue-kissed him. He made sure he got his money's worth, too. Tyler was wide-eyed after the kiss. "Hey, stud, you gotta learn this stuff somehow and I'm gonna guess your sister isn't gonna volunteer to teach you." "Ewh!" Tyler said, sounding very much like his sister. "Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't be that bad," Ryan said. "I bet she's a great kisser." "But she's my sister." "Jeez, it's not like I'm asking you to fuck her!" Ryan said as he spun the bottle. Several more seemingly innocent dares were performed before I saw Ryan stand up and take off his cargo shorts. Thank God he wasn't wearing his Spiderman underpants. His white briefs were tight but not as tight as his "webs" as he called them. He sat down again and spun. It landed on Tyler. The challenge was to remove his pants. After they came off, I saw Tyler was wearing Yu-Gi-Oh! underpants-- the anime cartoon character with the spiked hair. Now I knew why Tyler wore his hair the way he did. He was trying to look like his cartoon hero. The next spin landed on Taylor. Her challenge was to remove her blouse, which as previously agreed meant her bra, too. "I'll take my chances on the spinner's-dare challenge," Taylor said, glaring at her brother in defiance. Tyler's otherwise angelic face lighted up with Pure Evil. "Okay, sis, you have to put your hand in Ryan's underpants and touch his thingy for a full minute." Ryan gave Tyler a high-five. "God love him," Jason whispered. "There's a chance the boy's gonna grow some balls after all." "He IS a guy and us guys are known for sticking together." "No," Taylor said, changing her mind. "I'll take off my blouse but not my bra." "Daddy, Taylor's cheating!" Tyler whined. "What's going on?" Jason asked so believably, as if he couldn't hear what was being said. "Daddy," Taylor said, "Tyler wants me to touch Ryan's ... you know what." "Did he trick you into doing it?" "No," Tyler said defending himself. "I went strictly by the rules." "Is that right, Taylor?" "Well, yeah, but ..." "Then you have to play by the rules," Jason said dryly, as if he thought touching a guy's dick was an everyday occurrence for a fifteen- year-old girl. "All right!" Ryan shouted. He jumped up and extended his hand to help Taylor to her feet. Like Tyler, she was a foot taller than Ryan. Ryan grabbed the front waistband of his briefs and pulled them away from his belly giving her easy access. "Have at it." Taylor, with her eyes closed, blindly put her hand in Ryan's briefs and he let the waistband snap closed. Taylor's eyes flew open and she yelped, "Damn! You're bigger than DeShawn!" I grabbed Jason's hand to warn him not to say anything about the sudden revelation that his daughter had been feeling up some guy's pussy packer. "Fifteen seconds," Tyler said, looking at the sweep hand of the clock. "Forty-five to go." "And it's not even hard," Ryan said proudly. "Is DeShawn your boyfriend?" I'm sure Ryan, always the gallant one, was trying to make Taylor feel more comfortable by distracting her from her challenge. "HE thinks so," Taylor said. "And you?" "He's too ..." "Pushy?" Ryan offered. "Wimpy," "Like how?" "Oh, he's always saying we're gonna go to hell for playin' around and things like that." "How far have ya gone?" "Not all the way!" "Good," Ryan said very seriously. "The first time should always be special, almost like an event, so you'll remember it for the rest of your life." "Thirty seconds," Tyler said watching Taylor's hand gently massaging Ryan's hardening cock. Tyler's eyes were as round as two harvest moons. "God, Ryan, it's gettin' bigger," Taylor said in awe. "Uh, yeah, I think that's the whole idea of this game." "I see YOU two have met," Lyle said as he came down the steps. Taylor yanked her hand out, covered her face and yelled, "Ohmigod!" Even I jumped because I hadn't heard Lyle come in. To be continued. Thanks for coming back for more. Also, thanks to all those who emailed me with their comments. Due to overwhelming disinterest in the site mentioned in Chapters 1 through 7, that site has closed down. However, I intend to continue this tale for a few more chapters. Thanks for your support of Rascal and his friends. Comments can be sent to me via my editor at zestful@myexcel.com Thanks. Dick Hickey