Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2009 00:43:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: H. Rick Cantwell <jockhunger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Halloween 16 Chapter six

      Chapter six
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      "Oh, I really shouldn't."
      "Why?" Caitlin said.  "Because of me?  Don't worry.  We all fuck
around together, so seeing you naked ..."
      "Caitlin," I said, angrily, "now you've gone too far.  Now he knows
our secret."
      "Oh!" Caitlin yelped like she was truly sorry.  "You won't give our
little secret away, will you, Mr. Barnard?
      "No, no, of course not."
      Then with a devious look on her face she said, "What can we do to
make sure you won't tell?"
      "We could take a picture of me sucking his cock," Collin said ... "if
we had a camera."
      I had the best brothers and sister in the world.  I planned this
little charade but they were taking it to a whole new level ... one even I
had not thought about.
      "That wouldn't get HIM in trouble," Denny said.  "He would have to
suck you ... or fuck Caitlin or something."
      Ryan looked at me.
      "This is not rehearsed," I said.  "Honest!"  Then clutching my
package, I said, "And up front."  Then I knew he would believe me.
      Taking Mom's bright red camera out of her purse, Caitlin said, "I'm
sorry to get you into all this trouble by blabbing my mouth.  Is there
anything I can do to help?"
      I'm pretty sure the man was in shock because he allowed Caitlin and
the boys to undress him down to his underpants.  With a warning glance, I
suggested they should leave those on.
      "Feel better, now, Mr. Barnard?  Your breathing sounds better," I
said.
      "Yes, I guess I am," he said like he was coming out of trance.
      "You can take those off, if you want," Caleb said, pointing to the
man's boxers.
      "No, that's okay."
      "You get to see us.  I think it would be nice to see you, too.  I'll
give you my underpants if you want.  Well, actually, they're my older
brother's.  He outgrew them and now he lets me wear them.  It's kinda sexy
knowing my cock and balls are in the same pouch his used to be in."
      "Yes, I'm sure it is," Mr Barnard said like he was reviewing an
intimate movie scene in his mind.
      "C'mon," Caleb whined.  "Take 'em off."
      To my surprise, Ryan said, "We insist."  Then I realized he was
speaking for Denny ... I think.
      "Well, if you insist," Mr. Barnard said.
      He had said no enough times that I truly believe he was doing it
because we DID insist.  That and he didn't want to lose a customer ... six
customers.
      Looking at his flaccid cock, it looked no bigger than Caleb's
... about four inches.  On young Caleb, four inches looked pretty big.  On
the adult Mr. Barnard, however, it looked rather small.
      "I want one of those beaded armbands." Caleb said returning us all to
the purpose for being there.
      So Mr. Barnard measured his biceps.
      "I want a breastplate, too."
      Mr. Barnard measured his chest.
      "I want a loin cloth, too.  Connor, what's a loin cloth?"
      Mr. Barnard measured his hips, allowing the back of his hand to
caress Caleb's cock knob erotically as it poked out from his body.
      Caleb's cock wasn't the only one sticking straight out from his body.
Mr. Barnard's was too.  Even hard, it still looked small as it pulsated
with each heartbeat.
      "Measure me next, Denny said, maneuvering himself in front to
Mr. Barnard.
      "I'm going as a squaw, don't forget."
      When he heard that, Mr. Barnard shuddered and we all watched as
... from his squatting position ... cum shot from his piss slit right onto
Denny's shin.
      I looked around for Caitlin, hoping she could squeeze off a quick
snapshot of his cum on Denny's leg.  I walked around behind her to see she
had the camera in video mode.  I whispered, "I hope ..."
      She whispered, "I did."
      I rubbed her ass gently, so as not to rock the camera and whispered,
"This deserves and extra long fuck tonight.  Think you're up for it?"
      "I'm not the one that has to be up for it, you do."
      I eased my hand around her hip and gently fingered her cunt lips.
"I'm always up for this, babe," I said, as I carefully pressed my erection
against her ass cheek.
      "I want you to fuck me right now."
      "I can't.  Not here," I continued to whisper.
      "Why not?  We just told him we fuck around.  Just think of it like
giving him a tip for opening the warehouse on his day off."
      "You are so, conniving," I said appreciatively.
      "From the back," Caitlin said, "I don't want to stop filming."
      I eased my boxer briefs down until the front was snagged under my
balls.  I had to squat a little and she had to lean forward slightly before
I could lean in sliding smoothly into my sister's hot pussy.
      She cooed in appreciation.  "No matter how many times you fuck me,
I'm always amazed at how big your cock is."
      "It's not my big cock," I said, "it's your tight pussy."
      I sawed in and out almost imperceptibly so I didn't jiggle the
camera.  She moaned quietly but appreciatively.  Her warm moist cunt
      I moved my hand down to where I could touch both her pussy lips and
my cock as it slid in and out of her.  My touch was so feather-light it was
like her pussy was kissing my fingers ... like the kiss from the prince in
Sleeping Beauty.  I let my thumb stroke her clit as it poked demandingly
out from the top of her slit.  She shuddered uncontrollably but held the
camera steady.
      "God I want to cum up your cunt sis!"
      "So who's next?"  Mr. Barnard asked.  Then looking around, he saw my
cock pumping in and out of my sister's cunt.  "Oh, my!"  His cock began to
rise again as he continued to watch.
      "Maybe you better measure me next," Ryan said, unable to tear his
eyes away from Caitlin and me fucking.
      I watched as his cock lengthened tenting his boxers.  `Pretty
impressive,' I thought.  `All this time and I've never seen him naked.  How
strange is that?'
      Mr. Barnard began half-heartedly measuring Ryan, knowing all his
costumes were ... within each size classification ... small, medium, large
... one size fits all.  Even so, when he measured Ryan's hips he let the
back of his caress Ryan's prominent cum tube.
      Ryan allowed it for a while but then moved back ... probably because
he was close to shooting.
      By then, Caleb, Collin and Denny were squatting down in front of
Caitlin and me watching the show like it was the cartoon channel.
      "Look how big his cum tube is," Caleb said.  "I bet he's gonna cum a
gusher."
      "Get it on video," Collin said.
      "How can she," Caleb said angrily, "you always suck him at the last
minute."
      "Let's hold him back and let Caitlin film it being spurted all over
his face," Denny said.
      "Hurry," I pleaded.
      Denny and Caleb each held an arm.  Collin knee-walked closer until he
had his nose in Caitlin's pussy.  Viewing the screen over her shoulder I
saw him looking straight up at us with waif-like pleading eyes.
      "Close your eyes, here it comes."
      "I wanna watch."
      Holding back was agony, but I yelled, "CLOSE YOUR EYES!"
      I hoped my tone of voice was enough to scare him into it because I
pulled out of Caitlin and started spurting.
      At the same time, Caleb was saying, "You can watch the video later.
But if it gets in your eyes, you'll have to go to the hospital."
      I knew that would be enough to make Collin comply so I just relaxed
and let spurt after spurt just wash over him.  With each jerk of my cock, I
felt it bounce up further and further into Caitlin pussy lips until it was
wedged in there like a hotdog in a bun.  I also knew, it couldn't spray
from side to side like it does when I'm jacking-off so I'm sure all of it
was hitting little Collin's face.  I couldn't tell for sure because I was
gritting my teeth and squeezing my eye tight so my eyeballs didn't pop out
of my head from such a terrific orgasm.
      "Oh fuck!" Ryan moaned a moment after my last squirt erupted.
      I lazily rolled my head in the direction of his voice and opened one
eye.  He was looking down at his spunk-soiled boxers.  I'm guessing he came
without touching himself.  There was a large circular wet spot at the
waistband of his boxers.
      Then I just HAD to open both eyes to watch.  I saw the fabric begin
to discolor downward as drops of spunk began their gravitational descent.
I expected it to be a slow process but as I watched, I realized it was
moving right along.  I thought, `He must have shot a huge wad.'  The first
drop of cum appeared at the hem of his boxer shorts, clung there
momentarily, glinting like a pearl drop necklace and then plopped to the
floor between his feet.  Shortly thereafter several more joined it.  Then
several more until there was a visible puddle.
      "Awesome!" Denny and Caleb shouted like they shared one mouth.
      Unable to witness what was happening with Ryan, Collin said, as he
wiped my cum from his eyes and licked it off his fingers, "Let me see the
video."
      I looked over at Mr. Barnard who was quietly milking the last of his
own orgasm out of his cock.  For a second load of cum in less than an hour,
I had to admit there was an impressive, pool of jizz on the concrete
warehouse floor.  Both of his put together were not as much as what Ryan
produced in one orgasm.  But for an old guy, I figured 40-45 ...about dad's
age ... he had a lot of cum.
      While Collin and the others watched the video, Mr. Barnard went to
gather up the costumes.  We each tried ours on and Mr. Barnard showed us
how to lengthen or shorten anything that needed adjusting.
      "Thanks for being so understanding, Mr. Barnard, "Collin said.  "I
told them you were a nice man."
      "Thanks, Collin.  And you are a very special boy, too."
      "Here," Caleb said, handing him his ... our ... boxer-briefs.  "You
can put these with Collin's underpants as a kind of memento from us."
      "No, I couldn't.  I mean ..."
      "No, we insist," I said, figuring if it worked for Ryan it would work
for me.
      "I'll tell you what.  Since you're all dressing up for your parent's
maybe I can supply some costumes for them, too.  No charge."
      "They don't have time to come in for a fitting."
      "What I have in mind is stuff that will make them feel like they're
part of the `dress-up' without actually being dressed up.  I was thinking a
hat for your dad, like the one Ryan will be wearing and a white bodice
overlay like the one Hester Prynne will be wearing ... but without the
scarlet letter.  Oh, by the way, you can just press that letter to your
bosom and it will stick.  Or you don't have to wear it at all."
      "Oh, good," Caitlin said.  "I wouldn't want the folks to get the
wrong idea about their virginal daughter."  Then she giggled.
      Mr. Barnard's cock began to rise again.
      "Thanks but Ryan's wife and sister-in-law will be there, too.  That
would be too much for us to ask you to provide for free."
      "And, Paris," Denny said.
      "Oh, yes," Ryan said shamefaced.  "Have you got something for a
10-year-old girl?  I know she'll want to dress up, too.  I'll pay for it.
But with all the activity going on here today, I forgot all about her."
      The still-naked Mr. Barnard went back to the children's' section and
returned almost immediately with an adorable Pilgrim girl costume and the
other costume pieces he had mentioned.  "No charge for any of these extras.
What you guys ... and girls," he said nodding first to Caitlin and then to
effeminate Denny... did for me today is more than payment enough."
      After getting dressed we, of course, paid for the rest of the
costumes but when he said, `no, I insist' about the extras we graciously
accepted his offer.
      It was agreed beforehand that Ryan and his family would come over
early on Thursday and we would watch TV and play games while the Turkey was
cooking and mom prepared dinner.  Mom with Miss Brenda's help arranged for
us to skip school that day explaining about the funeral and all.  But
Caitlin and I had to write a two page essay about what we did and turn it
in to our homeroom teacher the next day.  We wrote the essay as soon as we
found out we had an assignment.  We knew there was no way we would be able
to write anything close to the truth anyway.  Also we all agreed we would
change into our costumes just before dinner ... because we didn't want to
do any damage to them by wearing them for too long.
      To my sheer delight, Tiffany arrived first.  To my utter
disappointment, Caitlin spirited her away to her room and I didn't get to
see much of her after that.  When Ryan and everyone arrived, Tiffany came
out, scooped up Paris and returned to my sister's room.  Miss Brenda helped
Mom in the kitchen leaving the family room to us guys.  Since it wasn't a
"game" day, Dad flipped back and forth between the news and information
channels.  I suggested Ryan and us guys should go upstairs.
      Dad, in his distracted way, just said, "Okay."
      Upstairs we showed Ryan how we create our maze for privacy.  I turned
on some holiday tunes on the stereo.  It was mostly Christmas music with a
little news here and there.  Then I suggested we all get comfortable and
began to take off my clothes.  Collin, Caleb and Denny were right behind
me.  Ryan wasn't as quick to join in so I stopped short of going bare-assed
by leaving my boxer briefs on.  Of course the others were nude and boned.
      "What's the matter?" I asked.
      "Nothing ... it's just ..."
      "C'mon, Dad," Denny pleaded.  "You get naked in front of me!"
      "Not today, son."
      "Please," he pleaded.
      "Is there something you're not being open and honest about?" I asked.
Then taking three steps in his direction with my hand down about his crotch
level, I added, "And up front about?"  When he didn't back up, I clutched
his crotch.
      "This is so fuckin' embarrassing."
      It was the first time I had heard him say a bad word.
      Taking a deep breath, he got undressed.  As he dropped his boxers, he
blushed.
      "Wow!" Collin said.
      "Oh my god!" Caleb said.  Then apparently realizing Ryan wouldn't
know what he meant by that remark he said, "That's not fuckin'
embarrassing!  That's fuckin' awesome!"
      I held back a smirk when I saw he had shaved his pubes.  It was easy
to hold back because on another level I was also surprised at the size of
his cock ... or the lack of it.  It wasn't real long ... maybe two inches.
It was, however, very big around.  Easily bigger than Caleb's wrist!
      "What can I say, Miss Brenda likes 'em young."
      With his boyish good looks, his shaved crotch and little dick, he did
look like an adolescent child.
      "Can I feel?" Collin asked.
      "Sure," Denny said to his father's consternation.
      I wanted to ask the same question, but I refrained.
      "Daddy, will you go commando today?  Please?  I wanna be able to feel
you during dinner."
      "We can't do that in front of the boy's parents.  They aren't as ..."
      "I'm going commando," I said.
      Caleb giggled hysterically as he tried to express how silly I would
look wearing a loincloth with tight whites ... not that I wear tight
whites.
      As Collin politely stroked Ryan's hair-free zone ... without touching
his cock ... I watched Ryan's cock begin to grow.  I felt a whole lot less
sorry for him when it reached the five inch mark.
      "I'm a grower not a show-er," Ryan apologized.
      "Damn, dude, I guess you ARE."
      "Miss Brenda likes me to start off soft so she can watch it grow."
      "She doesn't watch it grow," Denny said, "she feels it grow in her
mouth."
      "Now you're being to open and honest," Ryan said, shrugging his
shoulders at his son's remark.
      "Can I suck you, Daddy?" Denny asked.
      "No, son."
      "Awh, c'mon.  You can't wear your Pilgrim costume with a hard-on."
      "Yes, I can."
      "Nuh uh.  It would look like a turkey trying to squeeze his head out
of the poacher's sack!"
      Even I giggled at that mental image.
      "Please?"
      "Maybe we could all take turns," Collin suggested.
      Ryan looked at me.
      It was the first time I had seen Ryan completely naked and I had to
admit, I wanted to see him in action.  Remembering all the help he DIDN'T
give me when I was in the pool with his son, I said, "Denny is our guest,
he should go first."
      Ryan looked at me with that sarcastic `Thanks a lot, buddy' look.
      "Paybacks are hell," I said, remembering the time he pushed me in the
pool.
      "You're my host," Denny said to Collin.  "You go first."
      Ryan flinched when he felt Collin go down on him.  Then his eyes
rolled back in his head and he enjoyed the moment.  Caleb and Denny took
their turns next.  Then I saw them doing `rocks-paper-scissors.'
      "What's that for?" I asked.
      "To decide which one gets to take his cum," Caleb said.
      Dropping my own shorts, I asked, which one gets to take mine?"
      My cock was so hard I thought it would shatter from the vibrations
coursing through it.
      The boys set up a round-robin going back and forth between Ryan and
me.  While two sucked, the third counted off thirty seconds before they
switched positions.  Ryan and I just stood there, legs spread wide so the
boys were able to play with our nuts, too.  It was so erotic to watch
another guy ... a grown-up ... getting blown by younger boys, I just about
blew my load too early.  But I held out until I heard Ryan make the `ungh
uhgh' sounds.  The-always-lucky Collin took Ryan's cock in his mouth to
catch the load.
      "Gotta warn ya," Denny said, "he cums a lot!"
      With a great howl, Ryan began shooting.
      He was so loud I had to turn up the stereo.
      As hard as Collin tried, he wasn't able to keep up with the spurts.
Cum trickled out the sides of his mouth and onto his chin.  In his defense,
with Ryan's cock being so big around, there wasn't much `extra' room in his
mouth for the cum to go before he had a chance to swallow it.
      When Ryan eased Collin's head off his cock, Collin said, "Wow!"
      Denny and Caleb knelt down and began lapping up the overflow from
Collin's mouth and chin.
      "Did you cum" Denny asked Collin.
      "No, I was too busy trying not to drown."
      "Let me suck you."
      "K."
      Collin stood there while his little friend sucked him.  I watched my
little brother's face contort into all kinds of shapes.  Then he began to
vibrate from the tips of his toes, up his calves to his thighs.  He began
wiggling his fingers as he felt them tingle.  He dug his curled toes into
the hardwood floor, jerked spasmodically and squeezed his eyes shut,
grimacing.  "Unnnngh."
      A moment later, Denny pulled back, wide-eyed, and said, "Dude!  You
just came."
      "Yeah," Collin said breathlessly.
      "NO!  You just cummed in my mouth!"
      "Nuh uh!"
      "Yes you did!"
      "Are you sure?"
      "Yeah."
      "You sure it's not your dad's spunk?" Collin asked, still in denial.
      "Yeah, I'm sure.  Yours tastes different.  It's kinda weak.  Not
strong like Dad's."
      "You're sure it wasn't pee?"
      "Positive.  I know what pee tastes like.  It was cum, dude.  You just
cummed!"
      I was so proud of my little brother.  And I was so glad his little
friend was the one who helped him achieve his first wet orgasm.  I knew
they would be life-long friends from then on.  But the more pressing
question was how Denny knew what pee tasted like.
      Before I could ask ... and I wasn't sure I wanted to in front of Ryan
... I heard what sounded like a doorbell ring.
      "What's that?" I asked.
      "Oh, Caleb said, nonchalantly.  "That's our new early warning system.
I installed one of those wireless doorbells at the bottom of the stairs.
The electric eye is hidden in a crack in the baseboard."
      "Cool, dude," Collin said.  "That's what I was gonna suggest."
      I started pulling on my boxers in a hurry.
      "It's okay, Caleb, said.  "It's probably Caitlin."
      "And if it's not?" I asked.
      "Oh fuck!" he said, scrambling into his elastic waistband pajamas.
The others began putting clothes on, too.
      "Hey, Connor, are our costumes up here?" Caitlin asked as she walked
through the maze.
      "Yeah," I said.
      "Wait a minute," Caitlin said.  Then I heard the distinct sound of a
little girl being stopped suddenly.
      "Okay," Paris said.
      "Paris is with me."
      "It's okay, we're decent," I said.
      "Just barely," Denny said.  "We just ..."
      "Hey Caitlin, I cummed," Collin yelled excitedly and just a little
too loudly.  I was glad I still had the music turned up.  "Real cum.  At
least Denny said it was real."
      "Good for you little man!" Caitlin said as she and Paris appeared
from around the screen.
      "Wow Daddy, are you gonna dress up, too?"
      I looked and saw Ryan had, in his haste, slipped on his Pilgrim
pants.
      "Yeah, is that okay, sweetie?"
      "Yeah!" Paris said.  This is so much fun.  We should do this for
every meal."
      Ryan rolled his eyes.
      Looking at Ryan, Caitlin asked, Okay if we get dressed up here?"
      "Sure, no problem for me.  What about you boys?"
      "No problem," Denny said, removing his underpants again.  "Here,
Paris, this one is yours," he said handing her the little girl Pilgrim
outfit.  This one's mine, he said holding his Indian squaw dress up to his
shoulders.
      "Oh goody," Paris squealed with delight.
      Caleb got naked again but began setting his costume out on the bed
one piece at a time instead of putting it on.  I think he just wanted to
stay naked as long as possible.
      Just as I kicked off my shorts ... in the direction of the laundry
basket in the corner ... Tiffany called out, "Can I come in?"
      After a moment of panic, with no time to retrieve my shorts, I said,
"Sure but I'll warn you, we're naked."
      "I'm not" Ryan, corrected.  Or maybe he was just letting his
sister-in-law know that it was safe for her to come in.
      Taking a learning lesson from my brother, I slowly began laying my
costume out on the bed one piece at a time ... giving me a chance to be
naked in front of Tiffany longer.
      Seeing my stall tactic, Caleb said, "Can you help me put this on?"
      I easily slipped his armband up his arm.  I handed him mine and he
did the same for me.  Then he handed me his beaded breastplate.  I placed
it on his chest and tied it around his neck.  Then I tied the bottom around
his waist.  He did the same for me ... very slowly.  I had to squat down
for him to reach my neck and I saw Tiffany judging the distance between the
floor and my cock, the tip of which was dangling very close to the floor.
      In the meantime, Caitlin got completely naked ... as did Paris
... and they began dressing.  It had been a long time since I had seen a
10-year-old's pussy and I had to admit, it was beautiful in all its
innocent glory.  The kind of `beautiful' Caitlin once described as a
composer penning a symphony.  Denny allowed Caitlin and Tiffany to help him
put his dress on, too.
      Collin, of course, decided he needed me to help him with his costume,
too ... allowing me even more time to be nude in front of Tiffany.
      As I was putting Caleb's single feather headband on him, I felt my
cock begin to rise because I was thinking about Tiffany so much.  By the
time I got Collin's headband in place I was three quarters erect.
      I decided it was time to put on my loincloth.  As I picked it up,
Tiffany asked, "Need any help with that?"
      I smoothly said, "Uh ... um ...."
      Rolling his eyes, Caleb said, "Yeah, he does."
      I handed her the rawhide waistband.
      Tiffany stepped behind me and wrapped the rawhide string around my
waist.  Then she pulled the back part of a long piece of faux buckskin
loincloth between my waist and the rawhide.  Stepping in front of me, she
knelt down and picked up the other end of the buckskin.  Before she pulled
it tight between my thighs and tucked it in the front, she gave my cock a
quick deep-throat.
      "I meant did you need any help with that!" she said.
      I went weak in the knees and just about came before she finished
tucking the front in.
      "Maybe later," she said, seductively.
      "You mean I might really have a chance with you ... I mean, dating
you?"
      "Maybe," she said playfully.  "But we have to talk about a lot of
other things first."
      "I'm ready," Ryan said.
      "I'm ready," Caleb and Collin said in unison.
      "Me, too," Paris and Denny said simultaneously.
      Flipping the white collar over her shoulders and putting on the white
Pilgrim cap, Tiffany said with a seductive smile, "Me, too."
      Chuckling, I said, "I'm so ready I almost came."
      "I'll carry those," Ryan said, pointing to Mom's, Dad's and Brenda's
outfits.  "Don't want to take a chance on getting them stained."
      We paraded downstairs and into the living room.  After giving Dad his
hat and his white shoulder overlay, we went into the kitchen.  Mom and
Brenda were open-mouthed as we walked in.  Mom was such a hobbyist, I could
see she was very appreciative of all the effort we went to so I gently
pushed Collin to the front ... where he got hugged and smooched by Mom
... again.
      We all helped take the food from the kitchen to the big harvest table
Mom had already set with Halloween decorations.  Mom sat at one end.  Dad
sat at the other end where he could carve the 22 pound turkey.  Brenda sat
at the end closest to Mom, so they could talk woman-talk.  Next to her
... in order ... were Paris, Tiffany and Caitlin who was closest to Dad on
that side of the table.  Collin sat at Mom's end of the table ... so she
could cut up his food for him.  Then there was Denny, Ryan, Caleb and me.
I wanted to sit next to Ryan and talk adult-talk but I guessed Caleb and
Denny were planning on groping his bald crotch all during dinner.
      I could have sat between Tiffany and Caitlin, because Tiffany had
made it clear I might have a chance with her.  But then they wouldn't be
able to talk girl-talk and I would have been the only guy on that side of
the table.  Besides, being on this side of the table I was able to admire
her beauty ... and she could ogle my near nakedness.
      I couldn't believe all the food.  Turkey with oyster stuffing, sweet
potatoes, mashed potatoes, scalloped squaw corn, green bean casserole,
broccoli and cheese soufflé, cranberry relish, squash, biscuits, gravy
... a veritable feast.
      Mom asked if it was okay for her to say grace and no one objected.
Then, while Dad was carving the turkey and the other food was being passed
back and forth, Mom asked in her traditional way, "Collin, can you tell us
what you're thankful for today?"
      He responded with what has become his standard response.  Standard
ever since we all had fits of laughter three years earlier when he said it.
At least this year, there would be new people to hear it.  "I'm thankful
Halloween's over, Thanksgiving's here and Christmas is coming soon."
      Predictably, Ryan, Tiffany, and Miss Brenda laughed heartily.
      "What about you Denny?" Miss Brenda asked, since her son was sitting
next to Collin.
      "I'm thankful for ... umm ..." and he thought for a moment before he
said, "having such great new friends this year, Collin, Caleb and Connor."
Then looking at Caitlin, he asked as if he weren't sure, "Are you my
friend, too?"
      "Yeah, Denny, I'm your friend and you're my special friend."
      I knew she meant gay but I'm not sure he understood that.
      "Ryan, what about you?" Miss Brenda asked, giving him a look that
implied he was not to say anything embarrassing.
      "I'm thankful for all the good things that have happened this year
and ... uh ... I'm especially thankful that those good things are going to
continue to happen."
      Caleb said, "I'm thankful my brother met such wonderful people and we
get to swim in their pool."  When he said "wonderful" I saw his hand move
imperceptibly to Ryan's crotch.
      Knowing I was next, I said, "I'm thankful my sister finally realizes
I'm not such a bad guy.  I like having a little sister in my life again."
      "Awwwh," Mom whined.
      I was also ... at that moment ... thankful that Mom wasn't going to
get up and hug me to death.
      "I'm glad we have this chance for my family to be with new friends,"
Dad said while continuing to carve.
      "I'm glad my nerd brother has decided to man up," Caitlin said
remembering she still had to play the hard-ass sister role in front of the
folks.
      I knew she meant "man up" referred to our "fucking."
      Tiffany said, "I'm glad I've met a family that is willing to share
openly, honestly and freely.  My sincere thanks to all of you."
      I would swear she was looking at me the whole time but ... maybe
... she looked at the others, too.
      Paris said, "I'm thankful for my half sister."
      "Your what?" Brenda asked a little too loudly, astonished.
      "My half sister."  She pointed at Denny across the table from her and
said, "half the time he's my brother, half the time she's my sister."
      We all broke up laughing.  Tears were streaming down Miss Brenda's
face.  Ryan was gripping Caleb's thigh to keep from falling out of his
chair.  It looked like he might have had a handful of cock in there, too.
But it was the friendly kind of grasp between good friends. The kind of
grasp that make you feel good all over, not just in your crotch.
      After the laughter died down, Ryan asked pointedly, "Miss Brenda,
what do you have to be thankful for?"
      "I'm thankful I have such a wonderful husband who fulfills all my
desires, two wonderful children who fill all my waking hours and sometimes
my dreams and ..."
      We all waited while we assumed she was trying to think of something
else.
      "... and the new baby that's due in May."
      I thought Mom would overturn the 200 pound harvest table trying to
get up so she could hug Brenda.  There was all the typical cheers and
chatter associated with such good news.  Tiffany explained to Paris while
Ryan explained to Denny.
      When things quieted down, again, Denny asked, "So this means I'll
have another little sister?"
      "Maybe.  Or it could be a little brother," Ryan said.
      Denny's eyes brightened.  "Oh goody, make it a little brother then
you can have one of each."  Seeing the quizzical looks around the table he
said, "A girl, a boy and me!"
      Once again we had a round of laughter.
      Dad asked, "What about you, Hon?"
      "Oh, dear," Mom said.  "In light of all this, I guess I'd have to say
I'm thankful we're able to celebrate all this news with a feast.  Let's
eat!"
      Everyone commented on what a great cook Mom was.  We talked a little
about Mom's, Dad's, Ryan's and Brenda's work.
      Then, unexpectedly Miss Brenda said, "So, I was wondering what you
think about adultery."
      "Um, I beg your pardon?" Mom asked astounded.
      "Adultery?" Dad asked.  There was no distraction in his tone this
time.
      "Yes, I never think of Pilgrims without thinking about the `Scarlet
Letter'."
      "Oh!" Mom and Dad said simultaneously, both with a sigh of relief in
their tone.
      I think they were afraid Miss Brenda had discovered that Ryan was
cheating on her ... or something.  But I knew Ryan loved her too much to do
that ... and certainly not now with the new baby on the way.
      "I guess it's ... uh ..." Mom said.
      Dad said, "I suppose it's been around since the dawn of time."
      "That just makes it popular," Mom said cynically, "but it doesn't'
make it right.  Although, we know a lot of couples who have lived through
it."
      "Oh, I forgot," Caitlin said, pulling out of her pocket the optional
stick-on scarlet `A.'  She pressed it to her left breast and said with a
smile, "It just wouldn't be Thanksgiving without it."
      "Well," Miss Brenda said in that school teacher tone, Hawthorne wrote
`The Scarlet Letter' 200 years after that first Thanksgiving."
      "Yeah," Caitlin said, "but I'll bet Hester Prynne was thankful that
she finally had a way to display her true feelings about the man she loved
... even if it WAS embarrassing for her."
      "I've never thought about it quite like that," Miss Brenda said.
      I was glad Caitlin didn't switch the scarlet A for a scarlet I
... for Incest.
      While Miss Brenda was momentarily lost in thought about Caitlin's
comment, Ryan asked, "What about gay?"
      Looking at Denny and then at Dad, apparently hoping he had an answer,
Mom said, "I suppose gay couples have a problem with adultery, too."
      Ryan smiled.
      Miss Brenda laughed out loud.  "You're not only beautiful but you're
a quick thinker, too ... very diplomatic of you."
      "Actually," Dad said, "we don't have a problem with it.  In fact, we
were going to ask if Denny could have a sleepover with Collin ... and the
boys."
      "Sure," Ryan said.  "Collin and Caleb are his best friends.  I'm sure
he'd love it!"
      "You sure you don't have a problem with it?" Brenda asked.
      "I guess we don't have a problem because we don't know that much
about it."
      "Well, suppose, like Miss Brenda and me, you ... hypothetically
speaking ... discovered your son or daughter was gay," Ryan began.
      "Ryan, that's not fair," Miss Brenda scolded.  "The kids are here.
That's a question you ask when they have time to think and can speak
freely."
      "Sorry."  Even so, Ryan slipped a sly wink in my direction.
      "No, that's okay," Dad said.  "Actually, it's not a question I've
ever thought much about.  I mean, I guess ... no father ever does.  Do
mothers ever think about that, dear?" Dad asked Mom.
      "Well, I've ... I can't say I haven't thought about it but ... I
don't dwell on it.  I don't avoid the idea, I just ... uh, haven't ever
thought it all the way through."
      "Great question," Dad said, enthusiastically, like he was talking to
his board of directors.  "I like questions that make you think.  Can I get
back with you on that answer?"
      "Oh, I don't need to know the answer," Ryan said.
      Pensively, Dad said, "No, but we do."
      Miss Brenda smiled like she had just gotten her students to
understand the importance of history lessons.
      "What about incest?" Tiffany asked.
      I just about peed my buckskin.
      "I understand it causes medical problems," Dad said.
      "Yeah, children that drool a lot," I said, trying to lighten the
mood.
      Hearing no one laugh Mom said, "Yeah but they play great banjos."
      Everyone laughed succeeding with her humor when mine fell flat.  Then
everyone started humming the first few bars of the "Dueling Banjos" tune.
      "I suppose ... like everything else we've been talking about ... it's
been around forever."  Then, his expression brightened, like the proverbial
light bulb came on, Dad said, "Oh!  Time ... forever ... history ... I get
it, this is an adult version of a history class."
      "Miss Brenda smiled, "Guilty!"
      But I could tell that wasn't her intent.  I'm sure her reasons for
questioning Mom and Dad were based on living conditions closer to home.
      Tiffany said, "Having children from an incestuous relationship can be
problematic.  But is it wrong if the sole intent is simply pleasure?  I
know ... some religions say sex for pleasure is a sin ... but I'm saying
..."
      "That's a very valid point," Miss Brenda said, "but I'm not sure it's
one we should discuss in front of their children."
      "We discuss issues like this in front of Denny and Paris," Tiffany
said defensively.
      "We're an educational-based family."
      "That's okay," Dad said.  "I think educated discussions about such
matters are a good way for the kids to learn all the aspects of
controversial topics.  Usually, such topics are only voiced by the
strongest newspaper or boldest TV stations and even then only one side of
the topic is thoroughly covered."
      "So," Caitlin said, boldly but in a thoughtful tone, "if two guys in
the same family or two girls in the same family wanted to have sex and
there was no chance for a child to be born ... what about that?"
      "Ahhhh, well," Dad said.
      "Well," Mom said.
      "Like a nephew and an uncle or a niece and an aunt," Caleb added.
      I think he was hoping to soften the impact from brother/brother or
sister/sister incest-based relationships and maybe even to distract them
from our own family setting to a hypothetical setting.
      "But that would not only involve incest but homosexuality, too," Dad
said.
      "Well, female and male, then," Caitlin said.
      `Way to go, sis' I thought ruefully, `bring it right back to our own
home life.'
      "Yes, Tiffany said.  "Let's say ... for example ... and again,
hypothetically, that I wanted to have sex with my brother but he was 100
percent sterile, or I had had a hysterectomy or something."
      "Well, yes, uh, ..." Dad said.
      Ryan said, "It might help to know that there are laws that are
thousands of years old regarding this."
      "Yes," dad said, always up for a good challenge, "but those laws were
written by a man of the cloth ... church, synagogue, temple, mosque or
whatever.  Were those laws voted on by the people?  Did the people want
these laws or were they forced down their throats by narrow-minded priest
or rabbis or whatever."
      "It was believed at the time that they were passed down as the word
of God."
      "Some man, half starved, thirsty and on the verge of death heard a
voice and then had enough energy to write a bunch of laws.  I don't think
so."
      `GO DAD!' I thought.  I had never heard him so vocal about anything!
      "I'm sure he had good intentions."  Dad continued, "Don't get me
wrong.  Maybe there was a lot of incest going on in his tribe and the whole
tribe was suffering from a bunch of sick babies."
      "Maybe he had sex with his sister and then felt guilty about it," Mom
offered.
      "Yes," Miss Brenda said, "guilt has been used as a strong motivator
in many civilizations."
      "Maybe he had sex with his sister and she made fun of him," Collin
said.
      Mom and Dad looked over at Caitlin.
      Heroically, Caitlin said, "I think the little twerp could be right.
Some of my girlfriends are always making fun of their brothers' peckers.
I'm sure they're not having sex with them but I could very easily see them
making fun of them if they had sex with them.  It's part of their nature."
      I was proud of Caitlin.  She used `pecker' instead of `cock' or
`dick.'
      "I'm glad Caitlin's not that way," I said.  Then to add icing to the
cake, because I recently found out Mom didn't like Heather, either, I said,
"If Heather had a brother, I'm sure she would emasculate him."
       "I think the same is true about masturbation.  Some priest or shaman
felt guilty after masturbating so he wrote a canon law against it," Ryan
said.
      Brenda said, "In Ancient Greece, they had a ceremony where the men of
the village went out one night a year and masturbated on their fields as an
offering to the goddess of harvests to fertilize their crops.  I've always
believed some religious fanatic saw them doing that, misunderstood what
they were doing and wrote the law about `cast not thy seed to the wind.'
They probably didn't know that it was part of a Greek religious practice."
      "That's an interesting thought," Dad said.  "It's like the church
telling you it's a sin to masturbate because you're wasting the seed of
human life but then they condone coitus interruptus as a form of birth
control."
      "Exactly," Ryan said.
      To my utter surprise Dad asked, "Do you think masturbation is the
same thing as cheating on your wife?"
      Mom said, "Well I hope not!  If it is, about half the women I know
have husbands who are cheating on them!"
      Dad looked at Mom quizzically.
      Seeing Dad's reaction, Miss Brenda said, "Women discuss men's sex
practices analytically.  Men discuss it like it a sporting competition.
Most men don't know it but their wives quite often are aware of those
little quirks they have ... that salacious deck of cards in the tackle box,
the stack of magazines in the garage, the ladies panties big enough for a
man to wear."
      "What I've discovered," Ryan said, "through exhaustive online
interviews ..."
      "Chat rooms," Miss Brenda clarified,
      "... is that most men don't think it's cheating."
      "No brainer," Caitlin said.
      "Oddly enough," Ryan said, "some women only think it's cheating if
their husbands hide the fact that they're doing it."
      "They like to watch?" Caitlin asked surprise in her tone?"
      "Actually, yes they do ... some of them.  Some would rather not watch
but they want their husbands to admit that they're doing it.  Most of the
women admit they don't care because it means more Bingo time for them.  A
few don't want to watch OR to know about it."
      "Bingo time?" I asked.
      "He allows her to go to bingo so he'll have time to jack-off ... and
whatever is associated with that, like the magazines or the internet."
      "Well I wouldn't need to know about it," Mom said.
      "Me either," Miss Brenda said.  "But with all the activity Ryan gets,
I don't think he has a need to masturbate."
      Patting Miss Brenda's belly, Mom said, "I guess not."
       "So, back to Tiffany and her brother," Dad said, always one to stay
on track when work was involved.
      "Hypothetically," Tiffany said, blushing.
      "Yes.  Well, brother ... sister ... no baby ... I'd say no harm, no
foul."  Then looking at Mom he said, "However, my wife might not agree."
      "I agree.  If the truth be known, I think Jan and Nan might be
... uh," then looking at us kids she said threateningly, "I better never
hear that repeated."
      "Never," we all said in unison.
      Collin even crossed his heart.
      "Ok, a little closer to home," Ryan said.  "If Denny put the make on
one of your sons would you have a problem with that?"
      Without hesitation, both Mom and Dad said, "No."
      "I'm not sure I would want to know about it.  I'm not sure if I knew
about it if I would want to know exactly what happened but no, I think I'd
be okay with it," Dad said.
       "So you wouldn't want a blow by blow description, then," I said
chuckling.
      The laughter helped ease the tension ... although there really wasn't
that much tension anyway.
      "As long as our boy was willing," Mom said warningly.
      "Yeah, rape is a whole different box of nails," Ryan agreed.
      "Do you think there is an age limit to such activity?"  Tiffany
asked.
      "What do you mean?" Dad asked.
      "It's okay until you're 10 years old.  It's okay until you're 15
years old."
      "Oh.  Yes, I see.  Uh," Dad stammered.
      "Well," Mom said, "I understand some boys mature more slowly than
others so one 15-year-old might just be learning about sex while some
10-year-old has already outgrown his homosexual phase."
      "Good point." Caitlin said.
      "I agree." Dad said.  "Just the other day, office gossip was flying
around about one of our colleagues who just discovered he was gay.  He's
45, I think.  I told them to stop gossiping and to only discuss it when he
was in the room.  After all, he has feelings, too."
      "Good resolution," Ryan said.  "That will either put an end to the
gossip or encourage open and frank discussions about the subject."
      "Do you think it's important for boy ... or girls ... to outgrow
being gay?" Miss Brenda asked no one in particular.
      "Oh, not at all," Mom said.  "If they are happy, that's what's
important.  But if they're gay and not happy, then they need to find a way
to address that problem."
      "Psychotherapy?"
      "If necessary.  Surgery if necessary ... but as a last resort," Mom
said.  Then surveying the table she said, "I think it's time for dessert."
      "NO!" everyone protested.
      "Give us an hour," Caleb negotiated.
      "Ok, you guys go rest, I'll clear the table."
      We all helped and Mom was able to sit with the rest of us ... after
first setting out all the desserts.  Apple pie, pumpkin pie, sweet potato
nut bread, lemon bars, Rice Krispies Treats® ... everything but the ice
cream.
      That night after we went to bed, Caleb and I were talking, since
Collin was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
      "Can you fuck me tonight or are you too full?"
      "Are YOU too full?" I asked.
      "I was thinking you should fuck the stuffing out of me," Caleb
giggled.
      "You know, Squirt, I'm not sure I should keep giving in to you.  I'm
afraid I'm giving you all the reasons why you should be gay without giving
you any reasons to try having sex with girls.  I know you're still a little
too young to be interested in girls, but ..."
      Interrupting me, Caleb said, "After watching that video Caitlin took
at the warehouse of you fuckin' her, I'm beginning to think I'll like that
kind of action, too.  I mean, I came without touching myself when you
cummed on Collin's face, but I think most of my reaction was from watching
you fuck Caitlin."
      "Really?" I asked a little too hopefully.
      "Really.  If fact, today, when we were dressing, I was kinda hoping
Tiffany would get naked just so I could see what a grown woman ... well, an
almost grown woman ... looks like."
      "I'm pretty sure she looks a lot like Caitlin.  They're about the
same size.  Men have big or little peckers.  Women have big or little
breasts.  That's about the only difference."
      "What the fuck do you know about it?  You've never seen a woman naked
except Caitlin."
      "I read a lot."
      "Well, I do, too, and I'm coming up with conflicting reports.  Big
clits, big pussy lips ..."
      "Clitoris and labia," I said.
      "Yeah, I know the right words for them.  But I never hear you using
penis and scrotum for cock and balls!"
      "Just making sure you get a well-rounded education," I said.
      "Well, this is well rounded," Caleb said, rolling onto his shoulders
and hoisting his hips in the air until his asshole was on display.
      "Yes it is, and it looks to be the same shape as this," I said,
waving my hardening cock at him.
      "Don't suppose you've got enough energy after that big dinner to do
anything about it, do you?"
      "Actually, I was thinking I need to exercise off that big meal.
Think you've got enough energy to help me work off about a thousand
calories."
      "Only if it takes all night," my little brother said with an impish
grin.
      I was so horny from thinking about Tiffany and even a little horny
from seeing Ryan naked for the first time, I was able to keep fucking until
two-forty-five in the morning.  As I rolled off Caleb for the last time, I
thought, `Betcha don't wake up at 3 AM THIS morning.'
      Just before going to sleep I said, "I'm gonna need your help on a new
project I'm working on."
      "Okay," Caleb said, agreeably.  He would never say no to me ... even
if I asked him to cut off his cock.  "Uh ... whacha workin' on?"
      "A new game ... a new sex game."
      "Cool!" he said drowsily,

      To be continued.  Send comments, if you want, to jockhunger@yahoo.com