Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2019 22:01:43 -0500
From: Kenneth Kirk <author.kenneth.kirk@gmail.com>
Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 1

Training The Coopers
by Kenneth Kirk

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Chapter 1


Introduction

Dwight


       Hi!  My name is Dwight Cooper.  This is the story of my life, as it
is shared with my favorite person, the most beautiful and wonderful man in
all the world: my identical twin brother Dwayne.  It's the story of our
childhood and how it formed us into the adults we are today.  It's the
story of a middle- class South Carolina family.  It's a story of the 1960's
with a big twist that will become apparent as we go along.  I think you'll
find it interesting and intriguing and, probably, quite erotic.  So, let's
get going, shall we?

       We're from Greenville, South Carolina, which is a moderate-sized
city in the northwest corner of the state, not far from the juncture of
South Carolina, North Carolina, and Georgia.  This area is the small part
of the state that's in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains and it is
beautiful country.  We grew up in a two-story wooden farmhouse a few miles
northwest of Greenville proper.  It's a little isolated because it stands
on ten acres of hills and watersheds.  There are some neighbors about a
quarter of a mile away, but no one close enough to see our house from
theirs or to hear noises coming from our house.
       Originally, the house was built by our mother's grandfather back in
the 1920's.  When he went to live in a nursing home in Columbia in the
early 1950's, Mom's parents took it over.  They lived on "the farm," as the
family called it, until 1956.  That summer they took a vacation to the West
and were involved in a terrible bus accident somewhere near Yellowstone.
No one survived the accident so Mom inherited a tidy sum of money along
with the farm and our family moved there.
       Mom and Dad had met as sophomores or juniors at Greenville Senior
High and married a year after graduating.  Dad got hired as a firefighter
and has worked for the Greenville FD ever since.  He and Mom wanted a big
family, so she never had a real career.  She had our oldest brother a year
or so after they got married and they named him David in accordance with a
Cooper family tradition of only using names starting with "D".  Dad's name
is Denton, but he has always gone by Denny.  His dad is Durland and Dad's
siblings are Dorothy, Dalton, and Darrel.  Anyhow, Mom, who was Sarah Ann,
by the way, and Dad were happy and fertile, resulting in Donald a year
after David and Daniel a couple of years after that.
       About a year after the move to the farm, Dwayne and I came along to
complete the family.  With a passel of boys, the old farmhouse seemed like
the perfect place to raise us, I guess.  When we lived there, it was no
longer operated as a farm, although a few acres on the back side of the
property were leased to a guy who ran some cattle there for a few years.
The property had some trees in one section and a pond that made a great
swimming hole in the summers.  There was an old barn that wasn't quite
falling down yet, serving as home to a couple of horses – Jenny and
Hiram.  Growing up there was terrific and we had a wonderful childhood for
many years.  Our parents were very happy and they sort of passed on this
happiness to us boys.  Our three older brothers always treated us with care
and love, although there were lots of good-natured shenanigans going on
from time to time.
       The farmhouse had two stories and a basement.  The bedrooms were all
upstairs and, thankfully, there were two bathrooms.  When we were old
enough to remember, Mom and Dad had the big room, David had his own room,
Donald and Daniel shared a room, and we had the fourth room.  There was
also a large basement with its own bath.  Because Dad needed to sleep in
the daytime sometimes, he converted the basement into his sleeping room
where it was dark and quiet.  That happened when we were about five or six.
Other than sleeping down there during the day sometimes, he was very
present with us most of the time.  He was a great dad, playing with us and
hugging us a lot.  He loved to hold one of us on each knee, even after we
were old enough to object.  He would still grab us up like we were grocery
sacks, holding us close and loving on us.  Wow, I have great memories of
those days!
       Being twins gave Dwayne and me a special closeness that I think is
difficult or impossible for singleton siblings to develop.  We really were
like two halves of one soul.  As a kid, I couldn't imagine being separated
from him.  I still can't, even as a 19-year-old.  Every experience we had
was shared, from potty-training to measles to trips to the beach.  We even
shared our first crush – on Elaine Carpenter, a pretty, sandy-haired
girl who sat in front of Dwayne in the third grade.  (Dwayne comes before
Dwight in the alphabet, you know.)  Once we realized we shared our
attraction to Elaine, we refused to compete.  Instead, we alternated who
would sit beside her at recess or at lunch.  We always identified ourselves
to her so she was very flattered that the two cutest boys in our school
were both hers.  A few times the two of us would take her on a movie or ice
cream date together.  These were actually the best times of all.  I think
we were seventeen before we figured out that Elaine was incidental to our
enjoyment of these little dates.  We just loved spending time with each
other so much that we were never really relaxed and happy if we weren't
together.
      Sorry, I'm getting ahead of the story.  Back to our childhood.
	This sort of idyllic upbringing came to a rather abrupt halt when
we were ten.  Mom was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer.  She and Dad
kept up appearances of normality as long as they could, but of course, her
difficult chemotherapy treatments, radiation therapy, and surgery took away
her energy and strength.  She couldn't keep food down and spent more and
more time in bed.  David, who was sixteen then, and Donald, who was
fourteen or fifteen, sort of became our surrogate parents as they took on
more and more responsibilities to keep us clothed, fed, and in school.  Dad
kept working for a while, but gradually became fixated on staying with Mom.
I think he knew she was going to leave us soon and he just had to enjoy
every moment with her that he could.  We were lucky that Mom's inheritance
was generous, so he could afford to take an extended leave from the fire
department.  He spent whole days lying in bed with Mom, just holding her
hand while she drifted in and out of sleep.  Even at our young age, Dwayne
and I were shocked at how much Dad withdrew from all of us, transformed
into a sad stranger while Mom was sick.  Dwayne and I clung together a lot
in those days when fear and the absence of parental attention rocked our
sense of safety and stability.
	The unthinkable and inevitable outcome of this situation finally
occurred in the spring when we were eleven and a half.  Mom passed away one
Saturday night in her sleep.  Of course, we were all devastated and frankly
Dwayne and I were bewildered, scared, and very, very sad.  Dad's parents,
our Grandmother and Grandfather, had come to stay with us a few days
earlier.  I guess the adults knew she was not going to live much longer.
We were awakened early the next morning by Grandfather.  He sat down on our
bed and drew us both to him and told us as gently as he could.  After a few
minutes, he told us we had to get dressed and go out to the back yard.
Donald and Daniel were there when we arrived and we just cuddled with them
and cried.
       Half an hour later, David came out to talk with us.  He said Dad was
too upset to see us right then and that we had to keep our emotions in
check around Dad.  We didn't actually see Dad again until just before the
funeral on Tuesday afternoon.  Then he seemed like a zombie and was led
around by Grandmother and Grandfather with us boys following them like a
litter of ducklings.  A lot of people came to Mom's services and talked
about what a fine woman she was and how terrible it was that she had been
taken from us so young.  It just made everything seem worse to us, instead
of better.  The only thing that brought me any comfort was when Dwayne
quietly took my hand during the long service.  Having that close physical
connection with him helped me get through the worst of days.
       A few days after the funeral, Grandmother and Grandfather had to go
home to Florida to run their store.  Before they left, they called all us
boys together for a family meeting.  Dad was "sleeping" in his basement
room so he was the only Cooper not at the meeting.  Grandmother reminded us
that our lives would always be different now, but that we could still have
wonderful lives and that we needed to pull together and grow up strong,
healthy, and happy.  We needed to always be respectful of each other and be
kind to our brothers, never mean or selfish.  Since David was the oldest,
he would have to be in charge and we must always do what he said.
       "However," Grandfather added, "if David treats you badly or isn't
kind or is making bad decisions, I want either Donald or Daniel to call me
so I can take care of David."  He sort of glared at David to drive home
this point.  "Right now, we cannot count on your dad to make decisions or
to be alert enough to care for you boys.  That breaks my heart, but it is
the state of our family, so we need to face up to what that means and deal
with it."
       "Grandfather, Grandmother," David said.  Then he noticed us.  "Oh,
boys, too.  I'm a little unprepared to take care of you, but I promise to
always do everything I can to get us through this time.  But, you guys will
have to help me.  Listen to me and follow my instructions.  No fighting.  I
don't want to have to decide who is right in some kind of disagreement.
Work it out between yourselves.  And try not to complain about the food or
something like that."
       "Sure," Daniel said.  "We'll be the best, kindest, most loving
brothers that ever existed."
       Grandfather smiled at that.  "Excellent!"
       "We know we can count on you all," Grandmother said.  "You're all
good boys and you have been great during this whole terrible ordeal.  Just
give your father some more time."  She choked up and her eyes got watery.
"He's hurting so bad.  Be gentle and kind with him until he pulls out of
this.  Promise me!"
       "We promise!" Donald said.  Everyone nodded and agreed.
       The next day, our grandparents departed for Tampa.  Dad came up from
the basement to see them off, but couldn't really talk with us.  He looked
horrible, several days of beard on his face, dark circles under his eyes,
hair a mess, clothes a mess, and he had some serious B.O.  We were shocked
at how he looked and acted.  He returned to the basement before Grandfather
had even gotten the car down the driveway to the road.

       Losing Mom affected each of us boys in a little different way.
Dwayne and I were old enough to fully understand what had happened, but not
really old enough to know how to deal with it or even what grieving meant.
None of the guys was fully aware of all the subtle ways we would respond to
grief and some weird things happened, but we gave each other a lot of space
and pulled together quite well, I think.  Dad was absolutely devastated.
For weeks, he stayed in his basement room and cried.  One of us would check
on him every few hours and we brought him meals, which he usually didn't
eat.  Dave and Don did well at keeping us going, but they weren't old
enough to know how to handle Dad.  Finally, noticing how much weight Dad
had lost, they called our grandparents and asked for help.
       A few days later, Grandfather brought Dad's youngest brother,
Darrel, to live with us and take charge until Dad recovered.  This was the
first time we had seen Uncle Darrel in several years because he had been
serving with the Marines in Vietnam.  Just before his second tour of duty
was due to end, he got into a battle where he was shot up pretty badly with
one knee seriously injured.  He had had surgery and then was released from
service and returned to Tampa.  He was still walking with crutches when he
came to live with us.  He was also shell-shocked and Grandmother and
Grandfather thought he could recuperate with us and help us at the same
time.  At the time, he was practically a stranger to us, but I think our
grandparents were right.  He was exactly what five scared and depressed
boys needed.
       There was a big pow-wow with Darrel, Dad, Grandfather, and the five
of us.  They sort of laid down the law to us boys.  Dad told us he couldn't
handle things alone and that Darrel would be taking over.  He said we
needed to do everything that Darrel said, no questions asked.  Each of us
agreed.  There was to be no fighting between us and if we had a
disagreement we were to take it directly to Darrel whose decision would be
final.  Each of us agreed and, in the months ahead, we really did get along
extremely well.
	Darrel took charge quickly and completely.  He was quite an
imposing figure and we were all intimidated by his masculinity and military
demeanor.  He was 26 at the time, six feet tall, and hugely muscled from
his time in the Marines.  He had the biggest pecs I had ever seen.  Like
all the Cooper men, he had black hair and blue eyes.  He had pale skin and
very handsome facial features.  Looking like he did, he was exceedingly
attractive and sort of provided a dominance we craved at the time.  He told
us that for us to get through this terrible time, we needed to pull
together and we needed to have a lot of discipline.  "I'm counting on you,"
he said.  "I will never ask you to do anything that will hurt you, but
sometimes you will just have to trust me and do whatever I ask you to do.
Will you do that for me?"
	Frightened and unsure of what we needed, each of us agreed to his
rule.  In effect, he became our general, a benevolent dictator who expected
complete and total obedience at all times.  As the weeks passed, we could
tell that he loved us and that helped us trust him implicitly.  I don't
really know how he did it, but he never had to resort to punishment.  When
things didn't go the way he expected, he would patiently explain things
again and even help us if need be.  Very quickly, he won us all over.
Truthfully, we all idolized Uncle Darrel and would have done anything he
asked without question.
	After the first couple of weeks, he began going to the VA Hospital
in Asheville twice a week to receive physical therapy and some psychiatric
counseling.  Either David or Donald drove him as Darrel's knee injury
hadn't yet healed enough for him to drive.  They would be gone from early
morning to about 6:00 or 6:30 on Mondays and Thursdays.  Since they were
still in school, the Principal Mr. Jefferson, agreed one of them could miss
school for the day.  But soon, he had found a World War II vet who also
went for physical therapy on Thursdays, so Darrel rode with him.  About the
time school was out, his trips deceased to only once a week, on Thursdays,
so he alternated the driving with the older guy.
	Darrel also took full control of Dad.  The first morning was
Saturday, so Darrel got all of us to help him bring Dad's clothes,
toiletries, and general "stuff" down to the room in the basement.  Then he
moved himself into the big room that had been Mom and Dad's.  I resented it
a little until Don explained to me that it was Dad's request to make the
change so he didn't have to be in that room with all its bad memories any
more.  Darrel, of course, needed his space, too.
	At lunch, Darrel gave us a few new rules.
	"In order to keep the house running smoothly, you will all need to
pitch in to help with cooking, cleaning, and laundry.  David will work out
a system and I will approve it before we implement it.  One of you must
check on your dad every two hours.  Don't be too obvious.  Just knock on
his door and ask if he needs anything.  Of course, we will continue to
bring him his meals until he's ready to come upstairs and eat with us.  To
help you guys cope, we're going to start working out with the weights and
training equipment in the basement.  We'll set up a schedule to work around
your school schedule and bump it up a bit when school lets out for the
summer.  I also want you to start jogging.  At first, just run moderate
distances.  We'll add to that to build your stamina.  Unfortunately, my
knee is such that I can't run with you, but I will supervise your
weight-training."
	He looked around the table at five solemn faces.  "Relax, guys,
we're going to have a lot of fun."
	Most of us tried tentative smiles.
	"I want you to keep interacting with your friends, going out with
them, but only when I give permission and know where you are and when
you'll get home.  Also no one other than us is to come into the house
except with prior permission.  Is that clear?  It's very important.
Understand?"
	We nodded, although I confess I didn't see any reason for such a
restriction.  Until later.
	"Okay.  Now, there are a few rules that only pertain to the second
floor.  The first rule is none of us will wear any clothes or shoes when
we're on the second floor, unless there is a stranger in the house."
       I think I heard most everyone take a deep breath.
       "When you go upstairs starting right now, you will immediately go to
your room and leave all your clothes.  The only exception is if you are
only going to get something or leave something before coming back
downstairs.  Clear?"
       "Yeah," Donald said, "but can I ask why?"
       "As you grow to adulthood, it's important that you accept your own
body and aren't shy about being naked.  You'll soon come to like it.  Trust
me."  He looked seriously at us.  "And, I want to remove that barrier
between us."
       Honestly, I couldn't figure out what he meant by that, but he went
on before anyone questioned him.
       "I think there is only one more rule.  Denny has been distracted for
a couple of years with your mom's illness.  He's asked me to take over a
part of your education meant to help you be successful as young men and I
have agreed.  Since you are the oldest, Dave, I will start with you and
we'll make up for lost time.  When we are at a certain point in Dave's
training, then Don will begin getting his training, and so on, ending with
the twins eventually."
       Everybody looked nervous and confused.  Dave asked quietly, "What
kind of training?"
       "Your workouts will be a part of it.  But mostly, your training will
be about relationships and intimacy, two of the most important things about
being happy in your life."
       I couldn't help but wonder what Darrel really meant by that.  I
could tell by the looks on their faces the older boys were concerned about
this "training."
       "During the first part of each of your training regimens, you will
be sharing my room."
       There was an uncomfortable pause while everyone considered that.
       "For how long?" Dave asked.
       "Until you are ready.  We'll decide when the time is right for you
to move on."
       "What will we do?" asked Donald.
       "Remember what Denny and your grandfather both told you?  You'll do
whatever I say."
       Darrel looked around at our somber faces and broke into a grin.
       "I know I'm being a little mysterious, but you shouldn't be afraid
or concerned.  Trust me, the training will be a lot of fun."
       Dwayne surprised me by asking, "Why can't we do it all together?"
       "Good question, Dwayne," Darrel said with a nod and a smile.
"Because I want to give each one of you my full attention.  And I want to
be able to pace the training to your learning process.  Therefore, it needs
to be done individually.  That's how it's always been in our family."
       "So," Darrel stood up suddenly.  "Beginning tonight, David, you are
bunking with me in the big room."  He turned as if he was about to leave.
"Oh, don't speak about the training to anyone outside this family.  No one.
Not even Grandfather or Grandmother.  Not even your best friends.  Keep
this confidential until it ends.  Then we'll discuss it again.  Okay?"
       A little shocked, we all agreed.  Darrel had Donald put Dad's lunch
on the tray and they disappeared down the stairs.  Donald was back in a
couple of minutes, but we didn't see Darrel again until nearly dinnertime
when he came up to supervise Dave and Don in the kitchen.

       After we finished cleaning up after lunch, Dwayne and I went
upstairs to get a baseball and gloves so we could toss the ball back and
forth for a while until our lunch had settled enough so we could go to the
swimming hole.  Mom had always insisted we not swim until at least an hour
after eating so we wouldn't get cramps and drown.  Even with her no longer
there, we still did our best to obey her.
       When we got to the second floor, we heard the radio playing in Don
and Dan's room so we peaked in the door.  Don was sitting at his desk
working on his Chemistry homework while Dan sprawled across his bed with
his nose in his World History textbook.  This would have been an
unremarkable sight except for the fact that both of our brothers were
totally naked.  We'd seen them naked before – in the bathroom or at the
swimming hole, but never just sitting around.
       Dan lay facing the door, so he saw us when we walked up.  When he
saw the looks on our faces, he laughed.  "Look at the twins, Don," he said.
"I don't think they've ever seen a teenaged dick before."
       Don glanced in our direction and giggled a bit.  He spun around in
his chair so that he faced the doorway, cock and balls flopped down between
his muscular thighs.  With one hand he cupped his balls while with his
other he lifted his flaccid dick and sort of pointed it at us.  "Don't be
afraid, boys, this little man won't hurt you," he smirked.
       Getting into the spirit, Dan grabbed his cock and waved it in our
direction.  "His might not hurt you, but when mine gets going it might
hurt," he cackled.
       "Don't frighten them, Dan!" Don scolded.  "Seriously, guys, you need
to get used to seeing our big floppies around here."  Calmly, he looked
each of us in the eyes.  "And why are you still wearing clothes?"
       "Oh," I said.
       "We're just getting our ball and gloves to go outside," Dwayne
explained.
       "Well, best be quick about it so you're not in violation of the
nudity rule."
       I had to think a moment to realize Don was referring to Uncle
Darrel's new rule about being naked whenever we are on the second floor.
"Oh, yeah," I said.  "Sorry.  C'mon, Dwayne."  I turned away and headed
into our room to find the ball and gloves.
       Out in the front yard, we tossed the ball around for a little while
before we took a break to sit in the porch swing.
       "It's weird," Dwayne said.
       We may be twins, but I still can't read his mind.  "What's weird?"
       "Being naked," he whispered.
       Smiling at him, I nodded.  "I don't understand why Uncle Darrel
wants that," I whispered back.
       "Me neither."
       We sat in silence for a few seconds.
       "Maybe we'll eventually find out," Dwayne said.
       "Maybe Dave knows," I ventured.

       Later that afternoon, Don and Dan went swimming with us.  They put
on shorts and tennis shoes to walk down to the pond.  When we got there, we
all dropped our clothes and towels on the grass and slipped into the cool
water.  The sight of all the naked flesh didn't feel weird in this
location.  I couldn't help but wonder why it was natural at the pond, but
weird in our own bedrooms.  That thought also seemed weird to me.  For a
moment I felt a little stupid, but decided I needed to be patient and maybe
eventually I'd understand it all.
       As we splashed about, Don and Dan openly discussed what Uncle
Darrel's training might be.  Dan thought it was meant to make us strong,
virile men, like the Marines.  Don said he thought that was part of it, but
he suspected it was a little more than that.  "After Dave gets started with
his training, we'll ask him what it's all about.  He'll tell us."  Dan
agreed and that was the end of the discussion.

       That night, after dinner, we watched some TV and Uncle Darrel began
teaching us all to play poker.  We bet using a couple of boxes of
toothpicks, but in the end, everyone was cleaned out except Don, who seemed
to be a very quick learner of the game.  Afterwards, we tidied up the
living room, dining room, and kitchen before going upstairs to get ready
for bed.  Uncle Darrel led us up the stairs leaning heavily on the handrail
as he went.  He'd handed his crutches to Dave at the bottom of the stairs.
       At the top of the stairs, Dave handed Darrel the crutches as the big
Marine turned to face all of us.  "Don't forget the second-floor rule.  I
expect everyone to be naked in two minutes!"
       "Yes, Sir!" Don saluted as he scurried into his room and began
removing his shirt.  The rest of us followed suit as Dave and Darrel went
into the big bedroom, leaving the door open.  After a couple of minutes,
Darrel called out in his military commander's voice, "Boys!"
       "Yes?" Don spoke for everyone.
       "Come in here.  Now!"
       As quickly as we could, the four of us trooped into the room.  Uncle
Darrel stood facing us, leaning on one crutch while Dave sat uncomfortably
on the bed.  As the rest of us came into the room we unconsciously formed a
line facing the end of the bed nearest the door.  I'd only been in this
room a couple of times since Mom left us and it had made me very sad the
previous times.  But this time, I didn't feel any of that because I was
completely distracted by the awesome sight of my uncle's nakedness.  He was
maybe an inch shorter than Dad, about the same as Dave at the time.  He was
the strongest-looking man I had ever seen naked.  He looked even bigger
than our dad!  Each of his gigantic pecs looked as wide as Dwayne's whole
waist and his belly had those ridges and valleys like weight- lifters have.
His pale skin was thickly covered in black hair just like Dad.  His arms
looked like thick tree limbs and his thighs looked like tree trunks.
       I took note of Uncle Darrel's torso, arms, and legs in milliseconds
but lingered on his impressive genitals.  His dick hung quietly between his
legs, a little longer and maybe a little wider than Dad's, I thought.  As
if reading my thoughts, Darrel's big right hand slid across his hip and
grasped his cock.  He held it tightly and began speaking quietly.
       "I want to talk to all of you about the training that will begin for
Dave tonight.  Part of the training will be your jogging and working out,
which will begin tomorrow.  Part of it will be the chores to keep the
family running smoothly.  Part of it will be your attitudes.  I expect you
to embrace everything this family stands for.  We are a good family and
your training will prepare you all to be strong Cooper men."  He paused and
looked at each of us to be sure he had our attention.  "Now that you've
seen all of my body, what do you think?" he asked in a softer voice.
       We were all silent.  I think no one knew quite what he expected us
to say.  No one wanted to risk answering in an inappropriate way.  So, no
one spoke.
       After a moment, Darrel chuckled.  "I can see we need to instill some
confidence in all of you."  He wiggled his dick at us and laughed.  "Do you
think I'm handsome?"
       Oh, yes! I thought but waited for one of the older guys to respond.
       After a minute, Dave realized he needed to take the lead.  "Um,
sure, Uncle Darrel.  Just like Dad, you're a very handsome man."
       "Thanks, Dave.  What do you think about my body?  Anyone."
       There was another uncomfortable silence as everyone seemed unsure
how to answer.  Finally, Don said, "Uncle Darrel, I think you look
incredibly strong.  You look more masculine than almost any man I know."
       "Yeah," Dan added in a strained voice.
       "Am I sexy?" Darrel wanted to know.
       "Yes," Dan said very quickly and then blushed.  After a moment in
which everyone looked at him quizzically, he added, "I think every woman
would want you."  His blush deepened.
       "And some men, too?" Darrel asked, staring directly at Daniel.
       Dan's courage seemed to collapse.  "I guess," he mumbled softly.
       Darrel was pulling a little on his dick and it seemed to be
responding by getting a little longer and losing some of its floppiness.
"I've always been able to get just about any woman I desired.  And I've met
some men who seemed to respond to me the same way women do."
       We were spellbound and speechless.  I couldn't stop watching his
hand moving slowly up and down his shaft.  At first, I wasn't sure it was
growing, but then suddenly I was sure it was bigger than it had been when
we first came into the room.  After that realization, I could not look
away.
       Darrel continued in his strong, masculine voice.  "Your training
will make you all like me.  Maybe your muscles won't be quite as big; maybe
you won't be quite as handsome.  But you will draw the eyes and interest of
both women and men, as many as you could possibly want.  And you'll know
how to keep their interest, too.  This training is very, uh, intimate."  He
looked right at Dwayne and me.  "Do you twins know what that means?"
       Dwayne and I exchanged a look to decide who would answer.  Not sure
if I had won or lost, I knew I was the one to answer him.  "It's kind of
like `personal,' isn't it?"
       "Good, uh, Dwayne or Dwight?"
       "Dwight," I said.
       "Yes, Dwight, `intimate' is like `personal.'  It's often used to
describe something close to our bodies, like ladies' undergarments are
called `intimate apparel' at Sears and Roebuck because they are worn
against the skin.  It's also used when people want to talk about sex
without using that word.  They might talk about a boy `being intimate' with
a girl."  He smiled at us.  "You understand?"
       Dwayne and I nodded.
       "Good," Darrel smiled kindly.  "The training will teach you how to
be intimate with another person so you will both enjoy it."
       This was so directly stated, even at eleven, I understood he was
saying the training would teach us how to have sex.  That sounded kind of
cool to me, but the older boys, especially Dave, seemed a little shocked,
or maybe frightened (?) by that.
       "And, I promise you, every one of you will enjoy the training."
       I didn't think our older brothers relaxed much at Uncle Darrel's
reassurance.
       "Okay.  There is one more rule.  You are not allowed to come into
this room if the door is closed.  Do not knock on the door unless there is
an emergency like the house is on fire or a policeman is at the door or
someone has fallen down the stairs.  Okay?"
       We all nodded as we took in this information.
       "Even if you hear unusual sounds in here, do not come in unless you
are called.  Clear?"
       We all nodded again.
       "Whenever the door is open, you are welcome and encouraged to come
in."  Darrel's face and voice softened.  "Thank you for not resisting the
nudity rule," he said stiffly.  "You can go to bed now.  Goodnight, boys.
Close the door on your way out.  Dave and I will see you in the morning."
       Dave didn't look very happy as we departed, Dan pulling the door
closed quietly behind us.
       Dwayne and I followed Don and Dan into their room.  I shut their
door behind us.
       Don looked back at us.  "What's up, guys?"
       Dwayne and I looked at each other.  He took the lead.
       "We don't understand," Dwayne said softly.  "What's he going to do
to Dave?"
       Don and Dan exchanged a look.  Don sat on the side of his bed and
patted the mattress on either side of him.  We sat close beside him and he
put an arm behind each of our backs.  Pulling us into a sideways hug, he
looked first at Dwayne and then at me.  "We don't know exactly.  You guys
know how babies are made, right?"
       We nodded and Dwayne, continuing in the lead, answered, "The man
puts his dick inside her and plants the seed that grows into a baby."
       "Pretty much," Don smiled.  "I think Uncle Darrel is going to be
sure that each one of us knows all about how to plant that seed in a way
that our women will really enjoy and we will, too."
       "Have you planted any seeds?" I asked.
       Don was silent for a moment, considering how to answer.  "Do you
remember Sylvia, my girlfriend last year?"
       "Sure.  We liked her," Dwayne said.
       "Did you plant a seed in her?" I asked.
       Don nodded.
       "Is she going to have a baby?" I persisted.
       He shook his head.
       "Why not?"
       "We made sure the seed wasn't planted."
       "I don't understand.  You said you planted it.  Now you say you
didn't."
       Dan laughed.  "Explain that, stud!"
       "I'm not trying to confuse you.  When I said I planted the seed, I
just meant that Sylvia and I were intimate, like a man and woman are when
they want to have a baby.  But if you don't want to have a baby, then you
make sure you don't plant the seed."
       "That's kind of confusing," Dwayne said.
       "Sorry, guys," Don said.  "Let's just leave it there for now.  I'm
sure you'll get the full story soon enough."
       "Okay," I said.
       Dan hugged us.  "Go to bed.  Okay, guys?"
       "Goodnight, Don," I said, standing up.
       "Goodnight, Dan," Dwayne said, standing up.
       "Goodnight, guys," Dan said, walking over to hug us.  I felt his
soft dick brush against my belly as he crushed me to him.
       "Sleep good and no worrying," Don smiled as we left.
       We crawled into my twin bed and hugged as we settled down to sleep,
both of us wondering what was happening in the big bedroom.  We did not
find out what happened until much later.

Thanks for reading.  I promise the erotic content will grow in future
chapters.

Ken