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I lay in Veed's bed staring at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling. Even naked boys on both sides of me couldn't take my mind off my worries.
"Don't worry, Fin," Hawley said with great kindness. "Our Mom will figure it out."
"Yeah," Veed said. "She's probably the smartest person in the whole world. She has two of those P-H things from college. They call her Doctor, but not the kind you go to when you're sick. She talks to people when they have troubles and helps them figure out how to make it better."
"She always makes me feel better," I acknowledged.
"Yeah, she's real good at it," Veed said with a reassuring smile. "And we'll help too, however we can."
I studied his amazing, sympathetic eyes. Even in the darkened bedroom, lit only by the lights of the highway that passed behind both our houses, I saw his heartfelt affection.
Hawley rolled toward me and cuddled against my side,the warm prod of his little stiffy poking into my hip.
"I can think of a way to make you feel better," he said, "at least for a little while."
Veed's eyes lit up and he rolled against me too. His dick wasn't hard but it gained quickly and in seconds its bony four inches was rubbing up and down my leg.
Worried or not this was tough to ignore.
Veed's long fingers came to my dick, which was quickly chubbing up.
"Hey," he said with a grin, "you're feeling better already."
I smiled and opened my legs a couple more inches, which was all the room we had left with three of us in a youth bed. Veed gripped me firmly but gently and started jerking me off.
"Mmmmm," I sighed as my boner swelled to full size. "Feels great."
"Kiss him, Hawley," Veed instructed, and as the delighted boy leaned over and engaged me in a light playful kiss I felt his older brother scooting down to the foot of the bed. It was no surprise when his warm mouth engulfed me and his soft lips and tongue began pleasuring.
"Ohhhh," I exhaled into Hawley's mouth as the wonderful feelings swept up my torso and into my brain. Every nerve cell in my body perked up in reaction to the loving attention of these two incredible boys. My arms wrapped around Hawley's neck and I kissed him with all my fervor, changing playful into ardent, and pushed my hips up to meet Veed.
Just like the first time Veed tenderly sucked me with no urgency of making me cum. He was lighting my fire and stoking the flame for whatever he had in mind for the second act.
"OK," Veed announced as he pulled away and Hawley took his cue to pull away as well. "It's time, Fin. I've waited as long as I can stand. You've got to fuck me right now!"
I stared at him in shocked surprise. "But I thought you liked to be the one to put it in."
"I do," he said. "The other day with you was the very best fuck I ever had but I just can't stop thinking about having your beautiful dick inside me. I just know it's going to be the best thing ever! You're so special, Fin. I just love you so much!"
My jaw dropped open. "You... love me?"
Veed looked sheepish but didn't hesitate.
"Yeah," he said. "I never felt like this about anybody ever before. I don't know if I'm all the way gay but I do know that I love Fin Cooper! Please fuck me, Fin. Show me that you love me back."
"Oh Veed!" I cried, too loud in the quiet house. "I do love you! I knew it from the first minute we met!"
Veed launched himself on top of me, our mouths meeting in a scorching kiss. My eyes were so tightly closed while we ferociously attacked each other's tongues that I saw little flashes of light on the backs of my eyelids. I had nearly forgotten about Hawley next to us until he spoke.
"Eh, I knew it," he said offhandedly. "Me and Ronnie talked about it the day we played Kuub. She said Veed was crazy about you and anybody can see that you're crazy about him."
My mind and heart were much too overloaded at that moment to consider the implications of "anybody" seeing that we're in love. We continued mauling each other's mouths until Veed broke the kiss to implore, "Hawley! Get the Vaseline!"
With a grin the boy jumped off the bed and ran across the hall to the bathroom. In two seconds he was back with the familiar rectangular jar of greenish-gray goop.
Veed got to his knees, his ass high in the air and his lips still glued to mine. He pulled away just long enough to say, "Grease me, Hawley. Only one finger though. I want to really feel this!"
Hawley expertly did what he had obviously done with plenty of boys before and Veed grinned into my face.
"Let's switch around," he said, now with tremendous urgency. "I'll be on my back."
We scrambled into our new positions, me on my knees over him. I gave Veed one more kiss and took a moment to bask in the love projected from his beautiful blue eyes.
"Do you want a pillow under your butt?" Hawley asked.
"Depends on the angle," Veed said. "Do I need one?"
"Yeah, I think so," the boy said and stuffed a pillow under when Veed raised his hips. I saw what they meant, with Veed's wide-open, greasy-slick hole now at the perfect height. I shuffled forward on my knees until I was close enough for my cock to touch him. Flexible Veed pulled his knees back until almost to his shoulders, fully opening himself to me.
"C'mon Fin," he begged. "Give it to me!"
I leaned in and surprisingly easily found the opening. I didn't have to push very hard at all and in two seconds my cockhead squished through his ring.
"Mmmmm... yeah!" Veed exclaimed. "Put it in, baby! Put it in!"
"Here it comes Veed! I'm putting it in!"
I pushed strongly and steadily, my turgid flesh disappearing into him and seeming to melt into his blazing core. In a matter of seconds I was all the way in.
"God, Fin," Veed breathed. "It feels amazing."
"Yeah, for me too," I said, surprised at the huskiness of my own voice. "I'm going to pump it now, OK?"
"Yes Fin," he gasped. "Fuck me slow and deep."
I pulled back an inch then pushed back in to the bottom, thrilled at the rapturous look on Veed's pretty face. I did the same again and he sighed contentedly.
"I wish we could do this forever," he said, his eyes locked with mine.
"I want to," I said, "but we might have to sleep sometimes."
Veed and Hawley both giggled at that, which was gratifying if a little weird to be making jokes in the middle of the most intense sex I'd had yet. The frivolous moment faded fast and in a few more pumps we were deadly serious again.
"Oh!" Veed exclaimed and my eyes popped wide in concern, but he nodded that he was OK. "I had a really good jolt for a second," he huffed, his breathing labored. "I think you touched my special place."
I vaguely remembered feeling such a sensation but I was pretty wrapped up in these new feelings and couldn't spare any brain cells to think about it. My body wanted to speed up, to fuck my beautiful Veed faster and harder, and I couldn't deny myself. I lengthened my thrusts and doubled the speed.
"Oh yeah!" Veed exclaimed, his head thrust back and his eyes tightly closed. "That's it! That's it!"
Hawley gasped from a foot away. "Jesus, Fin. You can really fuck!"
I pounded steadily for several minutes, both of us gasping and moaning without much regard for who might hear us. Finally I needed to kiss Veed even if it meant I could no longer get quite as deep. I leaned down to him and he happily engaged my kiss, arms around my neck crushing me to him. His long, strong legs wrapped around my back and suddenly we were one tight bundle, two boys fused together into one sexy beast. I fucked my boyfriend with every bit of my energy, every bit of my love.
Veed pulled away to breathe and locked eyes with me. "This is the best it ever felt! You're hitting that place over and over... Oh my God!"
I didn't know much about the special place and I probably couldn't find it with a map but I knew he liked what I was doing so I doubled down on it. I rejoined the kiss and fucked him as hard and as fast as I could in that exact same position and angle. My bald pubes nudged his smooth ball sack and my own pulled-up nuts drubbed against his taint in our fastest rhythm yet. I felt my climax starting to build.
Veed's stomach tightened and his legs squeezed around me. It was thrilling to know that he was cumming but at the same time my own need craved attention. I kissed and fucked and strained until I felt light-headed and then strained some more.
"Mmmphhhh!" I exclaimed into Veed's sucking, kissing mouth as my orgasm hit. He was making muffled noises too and still bucking and straining and squeezing me hard with his legs, arms and asshole.
It was the single best twenty seconds of my life.
Our convulsions slowed and stopped but we continued to ardently kiss, my cock still inside him and still mostly hard. When we were finally sated I pulled my face back and gazed into his.
"I love you," I said, the simplest and truest statement that ever passed my lips.
Veed's smile said it all but I was pleased that he also said it out loud. "I love you too, Fin. I've never been so happy!"
There were still no curtains on the bedroom window and the sun streamed in. Mrs. A had explained what "back-ordered" meant and that the curtains should come this week. I quite enjoyed the golden morning light because it put even more of a glow on my sweet Veed's perfect skin.
I heard traffic on the highway, which was odd because of the fancy double-glazed windows that did a pretty good job of blocking the noise. It was the only thing Mr. Harper and my Dad ever agreed on, going in together to replace all the windows in both houses and get a "volume discount" from the window company. The noise made sense when I remembered Veed getting out of bed to raise the window a few inches because the brothers and I were all hot and sweaty from two hours of energetic three-way sex.
I thought I heard something else outside, like grownup voices. In this private cul-de-sac adult voices could only be Veed's parents or mine.
I gingerly extricated myself from the tangle of Veed's and Hawley's naked limbs, somehow without waking them. I crept to the window, careful not to expose my own nudity, and peeked outside.
Mom and Dad were in the driveway standing behind Dad's car. Mom had her hands on her hips and Dad was putting two suitcases into the trunk.
"Where will you be?" Mom asked.
"The Hastings House," Dad replied evenly, not seeming angry but certainly not happy. "I can get our company rate there."
"Let me know if you need anything," Mom said.
"I won't," he said flatly, closing the trunk lid with a thunk.
"We're not done talking, you know."
"I am," he said and without another word got into the car and drove away.
Mom watched as the car disappeared, slowly shaking her head. She surprised me by looking up at Veed's window and I jerked my head back out of sight. I don't think she saw me and even if she did she would have only seen my face, not my naked body.
I hoped she didn't see me at all.
I headed across the hall to the bathroom, my morning pee now rather urgent, and to use the brand-new toothbrush Veed gave me. Just as I finished Ronnie came in, naked and smiling.
"Congratulations, Fin," she said, quietly but enthusiastically. "I couldn't help hearing you guys last night — well, actually I was listening. It's so cool that you and my brother are in love!"
I returned her smile but I remained a little wary. "You're not mad then, that it's not you and me?"
She waved it off. "Nah. I really like you Fin," she said, "and I love my brother to bits. I just want both of you to be happy."
I grinned at her. "Thanks, Ronnie. That means a lot."
"You can be my third brother," she said. "You can love me that way, right? Like a sister?"
"I already do," I said. "I never liked a girl as much as I like you."
She beamed. "And just like with my real brothers we can fool around a little bit, right?"
I still wasn't sure how I felt abut that.
"We'll have to see," I said. "I'm still getting used to all this."
"I get it," she said, then turned around and sat on the toilet. "You can start by watching your new sister pee." Then came a giggle and the sound of urine streaming into the water.
Mrs. A's office was a different world compared to the rest of the house. Every other room I'd seen was light, airy and sleek, but this one was darker with a big wooden desk, a pair of heavy leather wing-back chairs and a deep matching leather couch. Large bookcases above the credenza behind the desk were full of leather-bound, serious-looking books, including one particularly thick volume titled, Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. They looked like English words to me but I had no more idea what they meant than the Swedish I'd been hearing all week.
I felt uncomfortable and squirmy in this strange environment, sitting so far back in the giant wing-back chair that my knees didn't reach the front edge of the cushion and my feet stuck straight out into the air like I was a toddler. I was already used to going nude in this house and even my light summer clothes felt oppressive. Of course there was no way I could go naked with Mom sitting three feet away.
Mrs. A had been clacking away at her computer for several minutes, occasionally asking Mom a question. It felt like being at the pediatrician's office for a check-up: a little confusing and scary wondering what the doctor was going to do.
At least I didn't have to worry about getting a shot.
Mrs. A clicked her mouse and a printer on the back credenza whirred to life, spitting out a single piece of paper. Mrs. A grabbed it and spun it around on the desk so that my Mom could read it.
"This is a waiver, Kate," she said with her signature kindness and compassion. "It says that you have been advised of the possible conflict of interest I may have due to our personal relationship and that you choose for you and Fin to become my clients anyway. Rest assured that the moment any such conflict interferes with your effective treatment or threatens the welfare of your family I will immediately cease treatment and refer you to another competent professional. Of course you can end the treatment yourself any time you like. If you understand all that and still wish to proceed sign and date at the bottom."
"I trust you Brigitta," Mom said, taking up the pen and quickly signing. "I'm only doing this because it's you."
Mrs. A looked truly touched. "Thank you for that, Kate. Now, I think you should begin by explaining to Fin exactly why we're here."
"Yes, all right," Mom said, turning in her seat to face me directly. She smiled in sort of an apologetic way and I found myself feeling sorry for her, though I didn't know exactly why I should. She hesitated for what felt like a long time, ten or fifteen seconds at least, but finally resolve set in her eyes and she began.
"Fin, your father and I have treated you very unfairly for a very long time. We have — issues — with each other and we often take our anger out on you. Even worse we use you as a pawn in our stupid power game, to make a point or get back at the other person, forcing you to choose between us. There are no winners in that game and the one who loses the most is you."
I didn't know what to say or how to react. I didn't even know what expression I should have on my face. Oddly the first place my brain went was, Hey, I guess the blog was right.
"That's going to change, Fin," Mom said, "right now. No more silly games. I'm going to be honest with you and I hope you'll eventually get to a point where you can be honest with me too. I don't expect that to happen right away. I know I've given you no reason to trust me but starting now with Dr. Arvidsson's help I'll be trying."
Mrs. A jumped in, "It's something called talk therapy, Fin. We'll meet here in my office a few times a week and just talk everything through. You'll have a better understanding of the process as we go on. My goal as your therapist is to help you understand your true feelings and what you really want so you can make good decisions in the future."
"All three of us will talk together?" I asked, not looking forward to several hours a week of this discomfort.
"Sometimes it will be all of us together and other times I'll see each of you separately."
"Everyone has a right to their private thoughts, Fin," Mom said. "Even kids. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to tell me, ever. I hope that eventually you'll want to but ultimately it's your decision what you want to share and what you don't."
I thought about that for a moment and finally said, "I understand. What about Dad?"
Mom got a weird look on her face, kind of relieved but also concerned at the same time.
"You know he left this morning, right?" she asked. "Wasn't that you watching through the window?"
"Yeah," I admitted, blushing from being caught. "When is he coming back?"
"I don't know, Honey. We had a big fight last night and we both said some very unkind things. For the time being he's staying in a hotel."
"We hope we can convince him to join us in therapy," Mrs. A said. "Right now he doesn't seem very receptive to the idea but your Mom and I will work on that."
"So Dad won't be living with us for a long time?"
"No Honey, he won't," Mom gently said. "But I'm afraid that's not all. There are more big changes you'll have to get used to as well. Temporary changes we hope, but they affect your life a lot."
I know I must have looked scared because I sure felt scared.
"Dr. Arvidsson and I had a long talk last night after your Dad stormed out. I guess you could call it our first therapy session. We talked a lot about my feelings toward you and your Dad and my own family when I was growing up. By the end of it I realized that I have a lot of my own issues to work through. Your Dad too, of course. It isn't all my fault, but I recognize now that some of it actually is."
"The first step in getting better is accepting that there is a problem," Mrs. A said. "Only then can you devise a plan to deal with it."
"And the plan will mean big changes for me?" I asked, my breath shallow.
"Yes, Sweetheart," Mom said.
I think that was the very first time she ever called me that.
"I have to work out my true feelings about being a wife and a mother," Mom went on. "I can't really do that while I go on trying to be a wife and a mother. With your Dad gone for now Dr. A and I think it's a perfect opportunity for me to have some alone time, to be completely by myself so I can gather my thoughts and settle myself down."
That took a second to sink in. Panic rose as I thought about having to move somewhere away from Veed. I just found him! I'd die if I lost him so soon! I had no idea about foster homes and all that but I knew I didn't want to go anywhere without Veed. I felt my face twist into a grimace and tears well up.
I had never been a crier but I was sure doing my share that week!
"Do I have to go away like Dad?" I blubbered, a fair gusher of tears running down my face.
"Fin... Fin," Mrs. A got my attention with her tremendously calming voice. "It's alright," she said. "Your mother has agreed to let you stay here with us. She'll be right next door if you need her and she'll still get the alone time that she needs. I think it will help you too, Fin. You've been under a lot of stress at home and you need your own recovery time."
My tears stopped like turning off a faucet.
"Really? I get to stay with you?" It was still my instinct to placate my mother so I quickly added, "And I can go see Mom whenever I miss her?"
I saw it register on her face and I knew I had said exactly the right thing. But it wasn't only about not setting her off. I was genuinely glad that it made her feel good, and you know what? I really would miss her.
Not the craziness though.
Mom stood and put out her arms, inviting me into a hug. It felt very right, not forced like so many times before when we only went through the motions. I jumped up and hurried to her and we hugged like a mother and child for the first time in my memory.
After a minute Mom let me go and we smiled into each other's eyes. There were tears in hers and she wiped them away and sniffed.
"OK, then," she said, gathering herself. "Dr. A and I are going to have a session right now so why don't you take this time to run next door and get some of your things? Bring clean clothes and your laptop, toys, games... whatever you think you'll need for the next few days. After that you can always come over and get whatever you forgot."
Mrs. A added, "It's best if you don't visit for a while though Fin, maybe a week. Right now she needs to think about herself and her own needs, completely apart from Mommy Mode."
"Well, OK," I said. "If it'll help her feel better. Can I bring Veed and the kids to help me carry?"
"That was your father's rule, not mine," she said. "I don't mind if you have friends over."
I went in for another brief hug. "Thanks Mom! I know you're going to figure things out."
I didn't know exactly what was happening but I knew I liked it. My eyes were still closed but there was a very pleasant feeling pushing through to my consciousness. Eventually I knew that I was in bed in a lovely early-morning semi-awake state that I wished could last but I knew it wouldn't.
The deliciously nice feeling got stronger and I finally located its source in my right nipple. I became aware of other sensations then as well: a gentle pulling suction and a slippery something flicking across my sharp little point. A high-pitched giggle and a brush of gossamer hair on my upper chest were the final clues and I was not surprised to open my eyes and find inches away the back of Hawley's little blond head.
The boy suckled my titty and giggled some more, and then I felt his little hand wrap around my already-stiff dick and begin to jerk it.
"Well good morning," I said and the boy giggled louder.
He let my nipple out of his mouth just long enough to say, "Good morning," and eagerly took it again. I sighed and simply allowed myself to enjoy it, because it really was seriously good. He sucked and swirled his tongue and flicked its tip across my supercharged nip, all the while jerking me off in a moderate and steady rhythm.
"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked, amazed once again at the sexual prowess displayed by this eight-year-old wunderkind. "Ronnie, right?"
"Mmm-hmm," he answered without interrupting his sucking.
"Figures."
I laced my fingers behind my head and settled in. It was a hell of a good way to wake up, the latest of several techniques the Arvidsson brothers had employed in the four days I'd lived with them. Last night Hawley had begged to have me share his bed rather than Veed's and apparently he wasn't yet ready for "his night" to be over.
I wasn't either, but the way things were building I would be ready in just a few minutes.
Hawley brought his front teeth to bear on my nipple and gently bit down, sending a strong jolt rocketing from my tit straight to my dick. My hips bucked all on their own and suddenly I was really close. I brought my hands to the back of Hawley's head and caressed him, my fingers trailing through his silky hair. Between the rhythmic movements of his mouth on my nipple and his hand on my cock it took only a few more seconds.
"Ungggh!" I groaned as my dry orgasm surged through me. I spasmed twice more before I began to settle and I found myself crushing Hawley's head to my chest. The little trouper never stopped sucking and rode me all the way down until I collapsed to the mattress.
Hawley giggled and turned his head to face me. I knew what he wanted and immediately locked him in a lovely kiss. He really liked to kiss and joined with passion, just as he always had since the very first time. We nibbled and snogged for awhile until we broke apart sort of by mutual agreement.
I looked over to see Veed's reaction but his bed was empty.
"He went to Ronnie's room," Hawley explained, "to wake her up."
I grinned and asked, "The same way?"
Hawley giggled and said, "Yep. We planned it together."
Right on cue Ronnie's shrill, ecstatic cry came from down the hall.
"She's almost there!" Hawley excitedly exclaimed. "Hurry! We can watch her finish!"
The boy leaped out of bed and scurried for the door. I ran behind him, excited to see Veed give Ronnie her orgasm but also thrilled by Hawley's smooth bare butt wiggling in front of me. We got to Ronnie's room just in time.
They were in precisely the same position Hawley and I had been, Veed's lips hungrily attacking his sister's chest. I remembered how sharp and excited Ronnie's nipples got and I knew they were both enjoying this a lot. Veed's right hand was between her legs, his fingers a blur as he furiously diddled the very top of her hairless slit. Ronnie arched her back off of the bed as she strained toward her climax.
"Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Bite me Veed! Bite me now!"
Veed bared his teeth and closed them over Ronnie's turgid titty, biting firmly but gently.
"Ahhhh!" Ronnie cried as her hips bucked and her stomach clenched and she thrust her bald pussy against Veed's hand. He continued to rub her and she bucked again, several more times in fact until her butt plopped back to the mattress and she forced his hand away. Veed looked to us boys and grinned happily.
"Oh my God that was so good!" Ronnie gasped, turning her grin to us as well.
"Fin likes his nipples too," Hawley proudly announced. "Even the biting part."
"Isn't it amazing?" Ronnie asked me, her breath still heaving. "My best girlfriend back in our old neighborhood invented it. I added the pussy-play and we called it 'Titty and Clitty!'"
"T and C for short," Veed added.
I was embarrassed to admit my ignorance but if my first session with Dr. A taught me anything it was that I didn't have to worry about the people who truly love me. These kids loved me and they weren't going to mock me or make me feel bad. I took the plunge.
"I don't know what clitty means."
Ronnie looked surprised but her expression quickly shifted to kindly. "Here, take a look," she said, swinging her legs around on the bed toward me and opening them wide. She used the fingertips of both hands to pull her slit wide open, revealing the many-shaded pink cavern within.
"Right up here at the top," she said, using the tip of her index finger to indicate a darker pink bulb-like thing nestled into her folds and glistening with shiny juice of some kind. "This is my clitty. Big girls just call it their clit."
"What's it for?" I asked.
"Just to feel good," she said. "Watch what happens when I play with it."
Ronnie started to ever so gently circle her fingertip around and around her clitty. She was barely touching it but as I watched it grew visibly larger and stuck out more prominently.
"It gets hard like our dicks do!" Hawley happily chirped.
"Not quite like that," Ronnie said. "It doesn't stick way out like a boy's boner, but it does grow and get more firm and that's when it feels the best."
"Like a boner!" Hawley insisted.
"OK OK," Ronnie laughed. "Like a boner. The point is when I play with it or if a tongue licks it or if a dick goes in me and rubs against it, it can make me cum!"
"Like a boner!" Hawley repeated and we all laughed.
I had to admit it was interesting but if there were real dicks to play with I would rather have them.
"Touch it, Fin," Hawley urged.
"Not yet," Ronnie said, rolling back up to a sitting position and thus putting her clitty out of view. "I just came a minute ago and it's still too sensitive."
It was OK with me, though I supposed I would finally touch her at some point. She clearly wanted me to and I wasn't grossed out or anything. I could help Ronnie feel good I guessed.
We worked our way through the bathroom doing our morning ablutions and hurried naked downstairs. I was ready for another, as Mr. A put it, "delight from his wife's kitchen." This morning it was pretty basic but still good.
A smörgås is a kind of open-faced sandwich with butter, sliced meat, cheese and tomato on really good bread. I had ham and a kind of cheese that was new to me called Havarti. It was creamy and good. Mr. And Mrs. A had cucumber on top of theirs but we kids didn't. There was also yogurt but it wasn't a Swedish kind, just plain old Dannon with fruit on the bottom. Mine was strawberry, my favorite. The grownups had coffee and we had milk but not from cows. Mrs. A said humans are the only species that drinks milk from another species and that it isn't good for us. Instead we had almond milk and it was different but really good.
"Please put on clothes, children," Mrs. A said after we had finished the dishes. "Fin's mother is coming over soon for a session."
"Aw!" Hawley complained. "We gotta get dressed again? When are you gonna be done with her sessions so we can play naked?"
"This is quite important, Hawley," Mr. A jumped in. "You wish for Fin's mother to feel better, do you not?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Of course you do," Mrs. A added. "Now scoot upstairs and put something on and let's have no more of this nonsense."
To be honest I was kind of with Hawley on this one.
We all ran up to get clothes. Since I lived there and Mom would only come over when scheduled I didn't have to carry my clothes around with me anymore.
Once dressed we decided to play in the back yard. After a few minutes running around playing tag Veed brought out a soccer ball and we started kicking it back and forth. Once again I was the worst even though I'm not that bad compared to the kids at school. It was just that the Arvidsson kids were all so good!
"I'm getting sweaty," Hawley complained. "Ronnie, do you think I can take off my shirt at least."
"Yeah, I think you can get away with that," she said, but added with a twinkle in her eye for me, "but I probably can't."
Hawley stripped off his t-shirt and threw it aside.
"That's better," he said, "but I'd still rather be all the way naked."
"We all would," Veed agreed. "Maybe this afternoon, because Papa says now he's pretty sure nobody can see us back here with the trees and fences."
I thought about frolicking outside with nothing on and I definitely liked the idea. I kicked the ball toward him and had a sudden thought.
"Doesn't it hurt your feet to kick the ball barefoot?"
"We wear shoes for sports and stuff," Veed explained, "but nothing else."
"Nothing but sunscreen!" Ronnie said with a giggle.
"Fin!" Mrs. A's voice came from the back door. "Will you come here please?"
She smiled at me but looked a bit serious.
"Please join your mother and me in my office," she said. "She wants to talk to you."
Thanks for reading Chapter 7 of Seeing More of the Neighbors. Chapter 8 is coming soon.
NOTE for those who are used to the poor grammar in most Nifty stories: Mrs. A's last line of dialog above is grammatically correct, even though 99% percent of people would say, "Please join your mother and I." It should be "me" because it is the object of the sentence. "Me" is the objective form of the personal pronoun, while "I" is the subjective form. "Me" is correct in this sentence.
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