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This is Chapter 11 of my story about a lonely boy who discovers that family can be where you find it. If you haven't read the previous chapters they are in my story archive here.
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We backed away from the girls and Hawley giggled again. "Cool! You guys do stuff too!"
Joel smiled in his bashful way. "Not with each other," he said. "Jen only likes girls and so far I've only been with boys."
Hawley grinned his Spawn-of-Satan grin. "You wanna be with me?"
"Um, sure," Joel hesitantly replied. "But what about Fin? He has a big boner too."
Reflexively I looked down, as if I needed to verify that my dick was hard enough to chisel stone.
"It's OK," I demurred. "If you guys want to be alone..."
"No!" Joel cried, then took it down a notch. "I mean, you're all horny too. I don't want to leave you out." Then in embarrassment he turned to Veed and Tim, "And you guys too, if you want."
Somehow both boys were still limp. I tried to remember if I had ever seen Veed without a boner when there was sexy stuff going on. It was Tim who spoke up.
"Thanks, but I kind of stopped doing stuff with boys," he said. "I used to a lot, but now I'm thinking I want to be with girls instead."
"Like our sister," Veed commented, but he didn't seem mad about it.
"Well, yeah," Tim stammered. "She's really hot. I mean, so's Jen but she doesn't like boys." He looked hopefully to Veed and asked, "Ronnie likes boys though, doesn't she?"
"She does," Veed said, "but I get the feeling she's super into girls right now."
"Oh," Tim said, disappointed.
I offered, "Maybe before the weekend is over she'll want a boy again."
"We can tell her you're interested and see what she says," Veed added.
"Really?" Tim brightened. "That would be super cool! Thanks."
"Some of us still like to do it with boys!" Hawley impatiently reminded. "You heard Jen. Let's find our own place!"
Joel apologetically said, "The girls are in the only room with anything to hide behind. All the other rooms people can see right in from the hallway."
"I could let you into our room," Tim offered. "My parents went antiquing for the day and then out to dinner. They won't be back until evening."
"They left you here alone?" I asked in surprise.
"Yeah, I begged 'em to!" Tim said. "I hate that stuff. It's so boring! I convinced them that I'm perfectly safe here, and I can get myself to dinner on my own."
"Great!" Hawley enthused. "Let's go!"
It wasn't far to the motel-style building so we didn't bother to sign out bikes. It was getting later anyway so Veed said we'd just get them in the morning. Tim led us up the outdoor staircase to the second floor and used his code to buzz us into their room.
"I'm gonna go to the pool," Tim announced. "If you want to take showers there are plenty of towels, but take them with you when you leave so my folks don't wonder why there are four wet towels in the bathroom."
"Three wet towels," Veed said. "I'll go with you to the pool."
My heart fell. "You're not going to play with us?"
"Nah," Veed said. "You can have plenty of fun with three guys and I just feel like going swimming. It's fine though, Fin. I'll probably fool around without you at some point this weekend and that'll be fine too. Doin' stuff with other kids is just for fun, right? It's not like bein' with each other."
"Yeah, OK I guess," I said, lots of mixed feelings coming and going. It would be the first time I'd ever fooled around without Veed at least in the room. I'd done it with Hawley and Ronnie but Veed was always right there. I wondered if he was upset that I was interested in Joel, or if he was jealous that Joel was interested in me?
Tim had a weird look on his face. "You guys are, like, together?" he hesitantly asked. "Like boyfriends? With your brother?"
"Adopted," I reminded him.
He relaxed and his weird look turned into a weird smile. "Oh yeah," he said. "I forgot."
"You got any lube?" Hawley asked Tim, back to more urgent matters.
"Oh!" Tim reacted in surprise. "Boy, you do everything don't you, little man? How old are you?"
"Eight and a half," Hawley said. "But I've been getting fucked since I was seven."
"Wow!" Joel marveled. "I still never have and I'm almost eleven."
Tim pulled a backpack out of the closet and rummaged deep in a pocket, coming out with a small bottle of something that wasn't Astroglide but must have been some kind of lube.
"It's a little old but it should still be good," he said, handing it to Hawley. "Kind of hide it in my backpack when you put it away in the closet, OK?"
"OK," I answered for Hawley, deciding to take charge of that to make sure it got done. Tim and Veed said their see-ya-laters and then we three horny boys were alone.
Hawley spoke first, and I was struck how the youngest of us stepped right up to take charge. I guessed it was fair since he was clearly more experienced than Joel or me.
"I don't like how sunscreen tastes," he said, "so I think we should take showers."
"OK," Joel said. "The shower stalls are small in these rooms so it has to be one at a time. Too bad, because I like sexy showers."
"Who doesn't?" Hawley said. "We can watch each other though. That's something."
We cycled through, Joel then Hawley then me. Hawley told Joel to wash his butthole real good but of course he didn't have to remind me. In less than ten minutes we stood back in the main room, fresh, damp and excited.
It's funny how when that sex vibration gets going even a skinny little guy with no muscles looks incredibly hot. It was absolutely thrilling that I would very shortly get to have Joel and my beautiful little pretend brother too. Joel would be my first boy that wasn't a junior Adonis but I was straining just as hard at the bit.
"What do you like to do, Joel?" I asked.
"Um, can I suck you?" he asked, as if at this point he needed explicit permission. "I want to suck both you guys."
"You'd have to have two mouths," Hawley observed with a laugh.
"I wish I did," Joel said, smiling. He was clearly relaxing into the situation.
"We could lay side by side," I offered, "and you could switch back and forth."
We smiled all around as Hawley and I arranged ourselves on the Queen bed. It felt briefly weird to think this had to be Tim's parent's bed, with him in the single bed on the other side of the room, but one touch of Joel's lips drove the thought right out of my head.
His warm, tender mouth caressed me so eagerly and passionately I instantly knew that Joel's favorite thing in the world was sucking cock. He took my three-plus inches right to the base and gently pulled, emitting a soft moan that sounded like ten out of ten on his ecstasy scale. He slid back to the tip and licked it around and around, only to plunge right back to the root and moan again.
He repeated this wonderful pattern four or five times and then pulled off for two seconds to say, "You've got such a nice dick, Fin." Before I could even glance down from Cloud Nine to acknowledge him he was back to full depth, once again delightfully pleasuring me.
I swear I could feel him smiling around my cock.
His lust was infectious and filled me, concentric waves of it emanating from my dick to my toes and my fingers and the top of my head. It wasn't so much that it physically felt any better than the Arvidsson kids had done. It was more that I was his sole and complete focus and he clearly wouldn't have it any other way. I wasn't even really building to an orgasm. I was just gliding along on a smooth, silky wave, and I wouldn't have had it any other way either.
Then I remembered Hawley. The poor kid was the one who wanted this so badly and there he was completely left out. I felt terrible for doing that to the sweet boy I loved like a little brother and it instantly killed my mood.
Oh, I didn't lose my boner — I'm not that noble. But I did feel bad and immediately nudged Joel's face away.
"You gotta let Hawley have some of this," I said. "He's gonna love it!"
Joel looked up at me with disappointment in his eyes but he was a good kid at heart too and he didn't want Hawley to feel like second fiddle any more than I did. He lifted himself off of me and, with a smile for Hawley, plunged straight down onto his hard little spike.
In seconds Joel was slurping and moaning around Hawley's dick just as fervently as he had mine. I was taken aback to realize that maybe Joel wasn't as hot for me in particular as I thought.
Maybe he just loved cock.
"It's neat that you still have your skin, Hawley," Joel said, taking a few slurps between sentences. "It slides back so nice and easy."
Slurp slurp
"The only other one like this I ever sucked was so tight I couldn't even skin it back."
He took it deep then and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked really hard. Hawley's eyes opened wide and his mouth opened to suck in air.
"Oh man!" he cried. His hands came to the back of Joel's head and I regretted that I hadn't done that myself. I had just been too surprised and overwhelmed.
Hawley began pulling the boy's face down as he humped his hips up between those talented lips. The boys found a rhythm and were soon effectively face-fucking, Joel moaning his pleasure in counterpoint to Hawley's animal grunts. In only a few minutes I recognized Hawley's gut and leg contractions and seconds later he tensed and came.
Joel continued to gently nurse Hawley's cock until the boy pushed him away. They smiled fondly at one another and Hawley sweetly caressed Joel's cheek. Despite his audacity our Hawley was a kind, loving boy.
"That was great, Joel," he said. "It's your turn now. What do you want?"
The boy looked away bashfully. "I don't know," he said. "What do you guys want to do?"
Hawley brightened with an idea. "Fuck him, Fin!" he cried. "You heard him before. He's almost eleven and he's never been fucked, and he wants to be!"
Joel's eyes widened and an excited smile turned up his lips, but mixed with uncertainty and trepidation. He looked to me and I saw hope overriding both of those emotions.
"Sure," I said, taking the boy's hand in a protective way, "but only if you want to, Joel. I can just suck you off if you'd rather."
"No," he nervously said. "I think I want to. I'm just a little scared, that's all."
"Hawley could go first. His dick is smaller."
"I just came," Hawley said. "And besides, just look in his eyes. Joel wants it to be bigger!"
The boy again blushed his bashful red grin like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Oh, he wants it alright," Hawley repeated with his bad-boy giggle. "I'll help you both get ready."
He arranged Joel on his knees with his feet splayed apart and his face nearly down to the mattress. Hawley spread the butt cheeks wide with his thumbs and Joel's tiny pink pucker opened up looking fresh and delicious. Without hesitation Hawley plunged his face to it, eagerly lapping at it with his tongue. Joel sucked in his breath in surprise and began to laugh.
"What are you doing?" he giggled. "That tickles!"
It hadn't been that long since I was in Joel's literal position. The first time Hawley licked my ass it weirded me out so badly that I squirmed away until Veed calmed me down and told me what to do.
"Just relax," I said, channeling my boyfriend. "Let it happen. It'll feel really good in a few seconds."
Joel forced himself to stop laughing and shortly his grin turned into an open-mouthed look of ecstasy.
"Oh, man!" he gasped. "That feels amazing."
"Hawley's real good at rimming," I said.
"That's because I like to do it," Hawley said, then plunged back into the cavern. He probed and licked and tickled around the rim while Joel cooed and moaned.
"Gimme the lube," Hawley said, reaching a hand out to me without removing his face from Joel's backside. I slapped the bottle firmly into his hand like I'd seen nurses hand instruments to doctors on TV.
Hawley sat back on his heels and squirted a healthy glob of the stuff at the top of Joel's crack, where it oozed down over his little hole making him giggle. Hawley carefully worked it into the boy with his index finger.
"That feels nice," Joel giggled again as the finger probed him, in and out, deeper each time. Then Hawley added more lube and worked it in fully, now with two fingers.
Joel looked quite happy with it.
"Did you ever put stuff up there before?" I asked. "You're taking his fingers really easy."
"Little stuff," he admitted. "The end of a pencil, a baby carrot... stuff like that."
"Try a Sharpie marker," Hawley offered. "If you can take a baby carrot you can take a Sharpie. It has a nice round end and you can hold onto it better and get it in deeper."
"I never knew you did that, Hawley," I said.
"I don't have to with you and Veed around," Hawley said with a smile. "Real dicks are better than anything I could stick in there."
He withdrew his fingers from Joel and applied lube to my rampant cock, using a generous amount and massaging it onto my balls and taint as well.
"That was just for fun," he said. "Now show Joel what he's been missing!"
I got to my knees and scootched up to wide-open Joel. He twisted his neck to look back at me with excited eyes and he licked his lips in anticipation. I aimed myself with one hand and leaned in, gasping when my dickhead touched his painted opening.
No matter how many times I did it the first touch was still a thrill.
I pushed gently but firmly until Joel's hot, slick flesh parted. He was so open and willing I felt a wave of affection and kindness for him. He wanted this and he wanted me and nothing could be better.
I pressed harder and my stiffness sank into him bit by bit. My cockhead was fully in and he held his ground. The slightly wider part just behind the head pushed him even wider open and he moaned softly. I pushed all the way in and Joel sighed deeply.
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "I feel so full!"
I paused, in him to the hilt, feeling his body relax and grow accustomed to having me there. He was really tight but totally accepting, and after a moment I felt his hot silken channel squeeze and grip me. There could be no better indication that he was ready.
I started the age-old motion that my body just somehow knew. Shallow at first but quickly gaining speed and depth, I fucked the boy in steady, rhythmic thrusts. Joel was the fourth person I'd fucked, and while emotions ran higher with the Arvidsson kids Joel was nothing less than wonderful. I didn't love him and I knew he didn't love me either but for this moment we were solidly, 100% into each other.
His body suddenly tightened. "Unghh," he groaned and for a moment I didn't know if it was a good grunt or a bad grunt. Then he peered around at me again and he locked his eyes on mine.
"Oh shit, Fin!" he cried. "Fuck me, man, fuck me!"
That was all I needed and I threw it into high gear. My month of daily exercise did me well and I slammed into the boy with an intensity I wasn't yet used to possessing. Joel rocked back to meet me in matching strokes, gasping and grunting in rhythm while I grunted and moaned right along with him.
We fucked each other's brains out, meeting in the middle of each thrust with the combined force of both our efforts. The loud slaps these collisions produced sent my excitement right off the scale.
Joel had proven himself a born cocksucker and now a born bottom-boy as well. It occurred to me that it was perfectly natural; that of course those things would go together. Joel loved cock however he could get it.
He had said that "so far" he had only been with boys, as if he had simply never had the chance to be with a girl, but I knew that it was really by choice. Joel was as gay as could be and he loved servicing boys however they wanted him.
My orgasm began to rise. It would be over before I knew it and I wanted one final connection with him. Like Hawley before me, I wanted Joel to remember me forever as his very first fuck. I abruptly pulled out of him and he exclaimed, "Hey! What the— ?"
I grabbed his narrow hips and flipped him cleanly onto his back. He called out in surprise but when I grabbed his ankles and pulled them high and wide he grinned in understanding and rolled up onto his shoulders. In a second I was back in the saddle and with loud grunts from both of us my slick, stiff cock slammed right back in to the very hilt.
I leaned down until our chests touched together and planted a huge kiss on him. Joel was surprised but grinned against my lips and then wholeheartedly joined the kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling my mouth to his. The only problem was that the new position changed our angle and he could no longer reciprocate my thrusts. I was still fucking him nicely but not as deeply and there was no slapping noise. I sensed his disappointment.
"Put your legs around his back!" Hawley cried. "Lock your ankles together and you can pull him into you with your feet!"
Joel took exactly one second to follow this brilliant suggestion. His long legs folded around me and his heels dug into the small of my back with surprising strength, immediately adding leverage and power to my already-vigorous thrusts. Suddenly I was bottoming inside him again, my orgasm back on the fast track.
"Mmmmmph!" he cried into my slobbering, crushing mouth. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!"
I had no clue what he was trying to say but I took it as encouragement and I slammed as hard and fast and I could for maybe another minute. My strong new muscles clenched and suddenly I was over the edge.
Our bodies thrashed together, Joel's arms and legs crushing me down to him and our mouths sucking in a wonderfully intense kiss. My dick pulsed fiercely deep inside him and his hole pulsed around it just as hard. My cum just went on and on and I could hardly believe it was still going. Ever so slowly the contractions wound down, a little less, a little less, until finally we collapsed together in a sweating, heaving mass.
My dick was still rock hard inside him.
Our mouths reluctantly parted and I pulled my head back so I could look into his lovely hazel eyes. They sparkled and shone like sun on the lake and I saw nothing in them but contentment.
"God, Fin!" Hawley cried from a foot away. "That was epic!"
Joel and I chuckled softly together. I don't know why a great orgasm makes a person laugh but it sure did that day.
"Joel!" Hawley cried. "Did you get your feeling?"
"Yeah, man," the boy said between heaving breaths. "Twice!"
"I thought so!" Hawley said, awestruck like he'd just witnessed something historic. "Right before Fin came and then again with him, right?"
"Yeah," Joel said, smiling warmly into my eyes. "When you leaned down and kissed me Fin I started to feel something deep inside that I never felt before. It just kept getting stronger and stronger until I went off like a bomb! It was amazing!"
I was still hard inside him and my wind was coming back fast.
"You wanna go again?" I asked in my sexiest voice, giving him a couple of gentle, shallow thrusts.
His eyes filled with sincerity as he said, "I really do want to, Fin, but I don't think my butthole can take it. I'm gonna be sore tonight as it is."
"Me, Fin!" Hawley cried. "Fuck me now! And kiss me that same way. I want to go off like a bomb!"
And he did.
You ain't seen nothin' until you've sat in a cafeteria eating your hamburger and fries with a hundred naked people of all possible ages, shapes and sizes. I tried really hard not to stare — well, I tried really hard not to get caught staring — but it was just so profoundly weird I couldn't help it.
"Fin," Mrs. A said quietly, "if you have to look at someone look at me."
Busted.
"I'm sorry," I cringed. "Honest Mrs. A, I'm not lookin' at their — you know, stuff. It's just… I've never seen anything like this in my whole life!"
"I know, Fin," she said. "Most of the kids here have an advantage over you because they were raised as naturists. They've seen all of this since they were little and they're used to it by now."
"Everybody looks a little bit," Ronnie put in, "don't they, Mama?"
"I suppose they do," she said, "but we mustn't be rude."
"I look at people in regular restaurants when they have clothes on," Hawley pointed out. "You gotta look at something, right?"
"Yes but even then it would be impolite to stare. Please finish your dinners, children."
OK, so Mrs. A was done with that conversation.
A family of four was making their way out right past our table. The Mom and Dad were attractive and fit, especially the Mom with her her beautiful high-cheekboned face, short dark hair in a chic upswept 'do, and small but lovely breasts with sharp dark nipples.
So much for not staring. The whole damn cafeteria was staring.
But for me the Mom was forgotten a half-second later when two gorgeous children came into view, a boy and girl of eleven or so who looked so much alike that you had to look between their legs to tell them apart. Both were beautifully hairless and childlike and the girl had no hint of breasts yet.
If Mrs. A was going to get mad at me for staring she was just going to have to be mad because my eyes weren't going anywhere.
Then both kids looked our way and lit up in smiles like they were in ads for a dentist's office.
"Hi, Veed!" the girl called in a voice as pretty as the rest of her.
"Hi, Charlotte," Veed returned, seeming very glad indeed to see them. "Hi Charles."
The boy's exquisite face wore a delightful, warm smile. He was every bit as beautiful as my Veed in a shorter, softer way and my heart thumped one beat out of rhythm. I met his amber eyes and couldn't look away.
"Mom! Dave!" Charlotte called. "This is Veed, the boy we met at the pool today."
"Oh!" Mom said equally brightly. "Very nice to meet you, Veed. You made quite an impression on these two."
Veed blushed a little but grinned.
"Hello," the man said, reaching a hand out to shake Mr. A's. "I'm Dave and this is Emily, and of course Veed already mentioned the twins Charlotte and Charles."
Twins! Of course that explained it. I knew a set of twin boys at school but I never knew one could be a boy and the other a girl. These two clearly took after their mother with her chestnut brown hair and amber eyes, nothing like the man's sandy blond and pale blue.
Mr. A beamed and vigorously shook Dave's hand. "We are the Arvidssons, Olaf, Brigitta, Ronnie, Veed, Hawley and Fin."
I knew it was only for convenience but again I thrilled to be included as an Arvidsson.
"It's very nice to meet you," Emily warmly said. She looked us all over with an approving smile. "Your children are beautiful," she said to Mrs. A. "I see where they get their good looks."
It didn't seem to confuse her at all that I looked nothing like the others.
"Yours as well," Mrs. A said, her smile looking very weird to me, kind of — I don't know — girlish?
"So Olaf," Dave said, "I'd love to hear about your experiences in the Olympics. Veed is quite proud of you, you know."
"It was many years ago," Mr. A said, "and I do not wish to brag."
"Oh don't let him fool you, Dave," Mrs. A said. "He loves to haul out those old stories!"
Mr. A gave her a look like he'd been thrown under the bus, but after a second it turned into his usual broad smile.
"Yes, Dave, of course," he said. "Whenever you like."
"Why don't we meet at the patio bar around dusk?" Emily suggested. "We can have a drink and there's a fire pit where the kids can toast marshmallows. We'll make an evening of it!"
We kids all shared excited looks and Hawley said, "Please Papa, can we?"
He shared a look with Mrs. A and she smiled and nodded.
"Yes, why not?" Mr. A said to Dave. "It will be very nice."
"Oh boy!" Charles said and grinned straight at me for some reason. Next to him Charlotte beamed an equal grin at Veed.
"OK then," Dave said. "Shall we say eight o'clock?"
"That will be fine," Mr. A said and the four of them smiled and waved goodbye as they continued out of the cafeteria. I watched them walk away and noted that the twins' beautiful butts looked and moved exactly the same. If Charlotte's hair wasn't longer you wouldn't know which was which.
"They seem nice," I said to Veed. "You met them at the pool?"
"Yeah," he said, somewhat subdued. He watched his parents until they leaned their heads together to speak softly and he took the opportunity to lean in to me for the same reason. "I'll tell you later, in private."
"So what's the big secret with those two kids?" I asked Veed. We had all walked down to the lakefront across the road from the chalet where couples and families were gathering. Veed and I were momentarily alone, Mr. and Mrs. A having parked themselves on a bench holding hands while Hawley ran straight down to the water with big sister Ronnie chasing after in case the little goof fell in or something.
"Me and Tim met them in the pool," he said, "and you saw how cute and sexy they looked. Tim started talking to Charlotte and I talked to Charles and they were super friendly right away."
"Why is this a secret?" I asked.
"That part isn't, but this part is. After just a few minutes they both kind of stood in front of us with their backs to everyone else, making sure nobody could see, and they both just reached down and started squeezing our dicks!"
"Right there in the pool?" I exclaimed.
"Yeah!" Veed said, as if he couldn't believe it himself. "I would have, like, moved away but they had backed us up against the side of the pool while we were talking so I couldn't. It was like they planned the whole thing!"
"Holy cow! What did you do?"
"I couldn't do anything, not without all the other people noticing. Charles just kept smiling at me and feeling me up."
"Did you get a boner?"
"Of course I did!" Veed said like it was a dumb question. "Tim did too — a big one — and he was grinning from ear to ear because you know he's all hot to do stuff with a girl and he finally was. I mean, it felt great and I wanted to fool around with the twins too but I was so scared that somebody would see and we'd get in huge trouble. You don't do that stuff in nudist resorts! Not out in front of everybody. You go off in the woods and do it in private!"
"So what happened?"
"We went off in the woods and did it in private," he said. "It was embarrassing getting out of the pool with a big boner but boys get 'em left and right and most people don't mind too much as long as you cover up as soon as you reach your towel."
"Wow," I muttered, excitement and jealousy battling it out inside me. "So Tim has a big one?"
Veed chuckled. "Yeah. Longer and thicker than mine for sure. It grows a lot more than I thought it would when I first saw it."
"So what did you guys do?" I asked, wanting the sexy details but kind of not wanting them too.
"The twins got down on their knees on their towels and Charles sucked me and Charlotte sucked Tim. Charles was really good at it and I guess Charlotte was too because Tim was going kind of crazy over it. After a while he begged to fuck her but she said she doesn't do that with boys who are old enough to make sperm. The best she would do was let him sperm in her mouth so he settled for that."
My own dick was pounding hard but I was too preoccupied to cover it with my towel.
Finally I sheepishly asked, "And what is sperm, exactly?"
"Oh, I thought you must know," Veed said, but not mocking me. "I guess you never got 'the talk' huh? Most boys get it from their Dad but at our house Mama handles all the special talks."
"Like about the pedophiles," I offered.
"Yeah. She's like an expert on all that stuff."
"So what is it?"
"Well, you know the great feeling you get when you cum? When boys start getting pubic hair their balls start making this gooey white cream called sperm. The white cream comes squirting out of their dicks when they cum and the great feeling is even greater! If their dick is in a girl's pussy when they squirt she might even have a baby."
"Really?" I asked skeptically.
"Yeah, I swear to God!" Veed said. "That's how babies are made, with a guy's sperm inside a girl's pussy. That's why Charlotte wouldn't let Tim put it in her, to make sure she doesn't get a baby."
"But she'd let you put it in her, right? Because you don't make sperm yet?"
Veed glanced away. "Yeah. In fact I did put it in her after Tim came in her mouth. She bent over and held onto a tree and I fucked her from behind, standing up. And Tim got so horny watching us that he bent Charles over on the next tree and fucked him hard in the butt, even though he said he didn't do stuff with boys anymore."
Veed looked a bit nervous while I processed this image. finally he asked, "Are you mad?"
"No," I replied, giving him a little smile. "It was just for fun, right? I mean, you're not in love with Charlotte or anything, are you?"
He took my hand. "No. I still love you Fin. I'll always love you."
My little smile turned into a big one.
It was a lot of fun toasting marshmallows and playing around the fire pit. The sparks and embers looked really cool floating up into the pitch black sky. There were lots of people there, grownups drinking and laughing and lots of kids to play with, though Tim, Jen and Joel didn't show up.
Nothing sexy went on at all. We were just a bunch of kids playing tag and chasing fireflies and having fun just like we would back home, except we were all naked. Charlotte and Charles acted completely normal around Veed, which kind of surprised me. Charles gave me a couple of strange looks though and after what Veed told me I was pretty sure that he was hot for me. Being as cute as he was I was a little disappointed that nothing seemed to be happening.
Mr. and Mrs. A got along great with Dave and Emily. The men drank huge steins of beer and roared with laughter, mostly over Mr. A's stories from the Olympics and Dave's tales of his college basketball days.
The women had wine and sat facing each other, laughing softly and occasionally touching one another on the arm as they made a point. Emily had a lacy white wrap draped over her shoulders but not closed in front, leaving those lovely pointy-nippled boobs unobstructed. Mrs. A remained completely nude and her nips were out and proud as well. I could see in their eyes how much they liked each other and I thought it was cool that they had made friends so fast.
They weren't kidding when they said naturists are a friendly bunch!
"OK, my babies," Mrs. A finally announced. "It's nearly eleven o'clock. Komm barn, it's time to go."
I remembered that barn was not a place to keep goats and chickens, but meant "children" in Swedish, and anybody could figure out komm. All us kids moaned our displeasure but really it had been a long day and I was more than ready for beddie-bye with my Veed.
We said goodnight to all of our new friends and trooped back to the chateau. Mrs. A told us to shower before bed but I'm sure we all would have anyway. Our shower was no bigger than the one in Tim's room and so we had to cycle through.
While I was waiting my turn I remembered that the chateau overlooked the lake and I wondered if there would be a cool reflection of the moon on the water, so I went into the living room to the wide front windows.
There was no reflection so I turned disappointed to head back to the bathroom. Mr. and Mrs. A came out of their bedroom but didn't see me across the room. I was surprised that Mr. A was carrying his shaving kit.
"I'll see you in the morning, Älskling," he said and they shared a quick kiss, like a husband leaving for work.
"Godnatt, Sweetheart," she said and he headed toward the door.
Just as he pushed it open he stopped short, almost running into someone coming in. Mr. A backed into the room again and allowed the person to come in.
It was Emily, carrying a bottle of wine.
They smiled broadly at each other and Mr. A said, "I am so sorry. Come in, please."
"Thank you, Olaf," she said, then noticed me. "Oh, hello again Fin."
I'm sure my face showed my confusion. Mr. A shot me a look, then his wife, finally shrugging and turning for the door once more.
"Good night, ladies," he said. "Have fun."
"You too," Emily said. "I'm sure you will." She smiled at me and then turned to Mrs. A. "Hi there," she said in an unmistakably intimate voice. "I brought some more of that Pinot Noir that you like."
"Wonderful," Mrs. A said with a smile. She gestured Emily toward her bedroom and added, "I'll be right in."
Mrs. A stepped over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "I think you're figured out by now that Emily is visiting me for the night and Mr. A is visiting Dave. I'm also sure you know what I mean by 'visiting,' yes?"
"Yes," I quietly said.
"Do you remember, Fin, when I told you that you don't have to put a label on your sexuality? You can be gay or straight or bi or not have a label at all. Well, Olaf and I don't believe in labels. We are together, in love for a lifetime, but sometimes we can have fun with someone else we extra-especially like and it doesn't threaten our marriage at all.
"Tonight we hit it off with Emily and Dave like we never have before with any other couple. I'll sleep with Emily tonight and Olaf will sleep with Dave, and then tomorrow night Dave will be here with me while Olaf and Emily sleep together in Emily's room. Does this bother you at all, or do you have any questions?"
"No, Mrs. A," I said. "I understand. Sometimes it's just for fun."
Mrs. A beamed at me. "Yes, exactly right, Fin. Now I hear that the shower has stopped so scoot and get ready for bed. Veed will be waiting for you."
"Yes ma'am," I said, though I hadn't called her that since the day we met. For some reason it just felt right.
When I got to the bathroom Ronnie was still drying herself. "Get the drips on my back, will you Fin?" she asked.
I dried her rather mechanically and when we met eyes again she must have seen the confused look on my face.
"What?" she asked.
"That Emily lady is sleeping here tonight, with your Mom."
"Really? Boy, that happened fast. I figured they'd do it sometime this weekend but I didn't think it would be tonight."
"You're not surprised?"
"No. Didn't you see how they looked at each other all night? And Papa and Dave, too."
"He's over at their room right now," I said. "I never thought your Dad had any gay in him at all."
"He played around with boys when he was a kid in Sweden, but now it's only with somebody really special. This is only the second time as far as I know so Dave must be really special."
"I guess so," I said and stepped into the shower.
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