I filled Al in on my conversation with dad as he got ready for his date. I couldn�t tell which he was happier about, the date, or the money. I was surprised that they were seeing M*A*S*H, but Al said that�s what Joyce had chosen. He was afraid she�d want to see Love Story.
Al told me he was going to try and go to the track with pop to collect the winnings because of the amount of cash involved. I convinced him to bet the Preakness with some of it while he was there. They could do the same for the Belmont, and get a cashier check afterward.
I figured we would have enough to afford to pay cash for any house we wanted. I had told him about the move. Like me, he was pissed. He was not surprised. He had always called our uncle 'weasel' behind his back. I guess he knew him better than I did.
He talked about a new car, too. He had a �62 Nova that was actually in great shape. He was amazed when I told him what it would be worth someday. I was able to talk him out of it for now by telling him he�d practically killed himself once in a 1970 �Cuda AAR.
I got him to promise me not to take any hairpin turns at a hundred miles an hour if he still bought it. It was easier when I told him what that would be worth someday. Only a little over a thousand of the four speeds were made.
I spent most of the weekend doing what I usually did. The most important thing my folks instilled in me was a strong work ethic. Watching them made me feel useless if I wasn�t doing something constructive. It was spring, which to me meant making some cash taking peoples storm windows out and putting screen windows in.
Before long, I�d start my lawn service. Kids around here were lazy, so I had a lot of customers. I used a sliding scale based on the customers� age, income, and ability to do the work themselves. From that, I decide what to charge them. The three bucks for the widow a block over was on the low end. She was in her eighties, but insisted on sweeping up herself after I mowed. The high end was the lazy thirty-something guy across the street who sat around all day drinking beer on the weekend. I charged him ten.
For the windows I charged for each one replaced (again on a sliding scale). I got almost all of them done by five O'Clock on Sunday. The widow never had me change hers until June because she said she would freeze her 'wrinkled old ass off' at night. That was another reason she got a big discount. The lady was a hoot.
I couldn�t see Jan on the weekends because of her parents. Beth didn�t have that problem. She came over Sunday, and we spent the day in my room talking (mostly). I decided to investigate some of the ideas she had given me when I went to bed that night. She said she had her own personal birth control'. She could control her cycle at will. This made me wonder if I could I eliminate the need for condoms.
I always hated them, and if I could suppress my sperm production by doing a 'vasectomy of the mind', I wouldn�t need them. I discovered that this was easily done, so I moved on to other things.
Could I detect the thoughts of others? I had heard that there were people who actually could do this. Beth said she hadn�t had any luck with it and, like me, hadn�t met anyone who could. Neither of us were convinced that they existed. I thought I knew the concept though.
It would take some trial and error experiments to determine if we could do it and to what extent. I was excited about the possibilities but after doing a bit of meditation and giving thanks to the gods I was finally able to sleep.
Jan and Beth were both waiting for me with a kiss when I came out of the house on Monday. I wanted to drag them back in to continue, but knew we�d be able to take care of things later.
We met up with Mark and Janelle at the corner. Jan said �I think we started something� and pointed across the street.
It was an unusual sight. Instead of the usual two groups (1 male, 1 female) there was only one mixed bunch. They were actually talking! I gave Jan a quick peck on the lips and told her it was all her fault. If she wasn�t such a great kisser they wouldn�t have gotten ideas.
From the looks our two partners in crime were exchanging, I couldn�t help but wonder if they had been practicing as well.
My thought was confirmed quickly. Mark looked at us and said �I wish we could join you but with Janelle�s dad being a preacher, and some of those kids going to his church, she�d be in big trouble.�
At Janelle�s nod I got another devious idea to talk over with the girls later. I knew Mark was leaving early today to get his glasses so we could talk on the way home.
After another boring day at school, I brought it up on the way to my house.
�You know, I have the whole second floor of the house to myself. What do you guys think about inviting Mark and Janelle over tomorrow? We might have to be quieter but they need some privacy.�
Jan thought it was a great idea but added. �I guess we need to get the screaming out of my system today then.�
Actually, we weren�t as noisy this time. The two of them did wear me out though. While I was trying to recover, the conversation turned serious.
Jan looked a little nervous and I asked why.
�I�ve got something to say, and I�m afraid you�ll be mad� she admitted.
I promised I wouldn�t, and convinced her enough to get her to talk.
�It�s just that you�re going to be moving. You and I agreed that we shouldn�t get too attached. I've noticed that you two seem to be hitting it off really well, and I wondered if you would mind if I hung out with John.�
Jan looked at me with apprehension. She seemed relieved when I smiled. John was Mark�s brother and was a year older than us. I used to spend a lot of time at their house and knew he was a good guy. I was actually happy for her. When I told her that I wished her well she rewarded me with 'one for the road' while Beth fed me some delicious melons.
After we were all exhausted, we headed to the kitchen for something cold to drink. I noticed Al�s door was closed. I didn�t think anything of it until Jan stopped in her tracks with a look of disbelief on her face. That�s when I noticed noises not unlike the ones we had been making.
�Oh wow!� Jan exclaimed �That�s Joyce! It sounds like Al is almost as good as you!�
All three of us laughed at that, and I think I almost blushed at the compliment. It sounded as if Jan�s sister was having a very good time!
I was sitting at the table with both girls in my lap when they finally made their entrance. I don�t think Joyce noticed when I removed my hand from under Jan�s dress but from the wink my brother gave me, he sure did.
I licked my fingers and winked back. When he laughed, Joyce snapped out of it.
�JAN! What are you doing here?!� She looked panicked. Her hair was mussed and she had a definite 'freshly fucked' look, and must have known it was obvious.
Jan smiled and said �From what I heard, the same thing you are!�
I couldn�t help it. I had to say �You blush almost as well as Jan!�
I then turned to my lap occupant �If Joyce is any indication, you don�t have anything to worry about in the looks department. You are bound to stay beautiful.�
A quick mind is wonderful. I was careful not to say she�d get prettier than she was. This might imply that I thought she wasn�t pretty enough, or needed improvement.
It must have been the right thing to say. She had tears in her eyes after she delivered one of the best kisses I have ever (in either life) received.
We had a long talk after I was introduced to Joyce. We all got along well. Jan and Joyce decided to walk home together to talk. We walked them to the door for a last kiss, and when we broke it up I saw Mark headed up the walk with his glove.
�Rub it in why don�t you?� he said. I can�t get a minute alone and you get all day!�
Beth and I filled him in on our plan then and he was more than a little thrilled. �I hope Janelle can get her parents to let her come over!�
I told him to spare them the details, and just have her ask them if she could visit a friend. She wouldn�t be lying, after all. Mark reached in his pocket and pulled out his new glasses.
I had him put them on and made sure to comment �Dang!, you look almost intelligent! If I didn�t know better I�d be fooled!�
He actually did have a studious look. He told me to grab my stuff to see if they did anything else besides make him look like a bookworm. Beth even volunteered to join us and chase down fly balls.
It didn't take long to discover that the glasses helped Mark a lot. I don�t know if it was the fact that he had had to concentrate more without them in order to qualify as just 'bad', but with them he was pretty darn good.
He was hitting a lot better, and didn�t miss anything I threw or hit even close to him. I thought he�d have no trouble making the team.
I was glad to tell him so. �You could be on my team anytime, dude. No outfield on the �B� team, for you. You could play second, easy!�
He was happy to hear that. He really liked second base. I played first and I had a feeling there were more than a few double plays in our future. I knew I�d do better this time around, too. Before, I always tried to kill the ball. Occasionally I would hit one over the fence but usually I either struck out or hit a long flyout. The only thing that helped me make the team before was my defense. Now I knew I could hit one out when I wanted, or hit for average if needed.
I didn�t want to call too much attention to myself yet by hitting too many long balls. We parted happy, and Mark said he would check with Janelle on the way to school about our plan. It would probably have to wait until Thursday if it happened because of the tryouts Wednesday. We set a date for practice again tomorrow. Beth and I parted with a kiss.
My whole family was staring at the television in disbelief when I got home. Kent State had happened, and the news had the footage that most people in my age group have seen hundreds of times. Everyone, including Al whom I had told beforehand, was stunned.
My folks were political odd ducks. They were conservative Republicans that staunchly supported the military, but felt that Vietnam was the worst mistake America had ever made. They felt that the government was afraid to admit it. They weren�t surprised that this had happened.
My father�s opinion was the same as ours. �What idiot sent the National Guard to a college campus to break up a demonstration? Don't they realize that they're not trained for shit like that?�
There was some good news, though. My mom had an appointment with Dr. Mitchum, and my dad had thrown his cigarettes away.
Almost as good was the fact that Al was going to Joyce�s house to meet her parents and have dinner with them Thursday. I kidded for him about 'minding his manners'. He assured me that he�d make sure to zip his fly and not drool too much.
I filled dad in on the evil uncle�s plans that evening, too. I managed to convince him (barely) that homicide wasn�t an acceptable option.
We discussed the alternatives, and he surprised me by asking my opinion.
�After all,� he said �We wouldn�t have many options without our recent success at the track. I wonder if you�ve had any indications of what we should do.�
I told him that I thought we should wait until just before the weasel was planning on telling us we were being forced out. We should then move with no notice. I even told him about the area I thought we should look at for a new house. I added some of the reasons (schools, neighborhoods, etc) without revealing my own (girls, sports, and girls).
I got him to agree to consider my thoughts when he spoke to my mom, and to take me along when they went house hunting and negotiated a deal. I smiled when he decided the free renovations were over.
The added advantage was in putting the S.O.B. who was causing the problem in a bind. We were supposed to paint this huge place this summer, both inside and out. Let him do it! I�d attempt to tell Beth tomorrow. I knew it would be difficult, but didn�t want to wait until the last minute.
When we got to my room the next day, she was already very ready. I had to stop her to break the news. I told her about my evil uncle, and the fact that we were going to move in a year.
She took it better than I thought, saying �We knew this would happen. The question is, what are we going to do about it? I know my aunt and uncle won�t move from here. That house has been in the family for three generations. It wouldn�t take much convincing to get them to give up the guardianship, but there�s no way I could live on my own at this age. I seriously doubt your folks would let me share your room, especially since they don�t know me, or about us. You have any ideas?�
Only one� I admitted �and it depends on my parents knowing and accepting everything. Knowing them, guardianship won�t cut it. They�ll insist on full adoption because they�re 'all or nothing' kind of people. You�d be my sister.�
She looked stunned for a moment. Her expression changed into one of amusement, as she asked if I had any problems with incest. Then she asked if we would have to share a room.
This was the plan we decided to go with, and though we knew it would take a little preparation, we thought it would work.
Joyce and Al were just leaving his room as we passed by. Joyce asked where her sister was. We told her she was probably over at her new boyfriend�s house.
Joyce shook her head sadly and said �I heard about the move. I guess it�s for the best, but you both sure moved on quickly. Who�s the hot chick with you here?�
She looked at Beth and remarked �I should know you from school but I can�t remember seeing you there.�
I introduced them. I told her Beth was new in town and went to school with me.
Joyce looked at me and made me promise to look after her �As pretty as Beth is� she explained needlessly �guys a lot older than you will be all over her, if you don�t.�
Wednesday�s tryout was both the same, and different, than the first time. The first difference was that line drive. I was ready this time. I used my glove instead of my hand. It was still impressive. It looked like I had great reflexes, and pretty much assured my position at first.
The second difference was Mark. He was very good in the field, as well as at the plate. He would surely be playing second this time. I was a much better hitter now. I put a couple over the fence and sprayed the rest in the gaps that would�ve been doubles.
On the way home, Mark was happier than I�d ever seen him.
I thought it was only about how well he�d done until he said �I really want to thank you.�
I told him to forget it. I was just glad that he got his eyes checked.
He laughed �Not about that, or not only that, anyway. It�s what you said about talking to girls. Janelle, in particular. I can�t believe how well that worked. Do you know that all the other guys are jealous of us?�
I told him that we were just lucky to figure it out before they did.
He had more questions though. �What about tomorrow when we�re alone at your house? I don�t know what to do. I don�t want to look stupid or get Janelle mad at me.�
I stopped him for a second and told him �I�m not exactly an expert. I can tell you that the main thing to remember is to never go faster than a girl wants to. As a matter of fact, the slower you go the better. Especially the first time you�re alone. You can kind of tell from the way a girl acts what it is that they want. It takes a while to figure out. It�s weird at first, but remember that she�ll be as nervous as you are. Go slow, and watch how she acts, before doing anything else. You�ll be able to tell what she does, or doesn�t like.�
He gave me a sly look �Just what have you done? I want the details!�
I gave him some advice that some guys never learn. �You never, ever say a word to anybody else about what you have done with a girl. If you do, you�ll lose her in a heartbeat. I know we�re friends but word will get out if you open your mouth. Say the wrong thing, and her reputation is shot. Not only will she never talk to you again, but no other girl will either.�
He thought for a minute before responding. �I can see that. I�m sorry I asked. I was kind of hoping to get some pointers.�
I laughed. �Dude, I already told you all you need to know. Another thing, though. If you should see or hear anything tomorrow that makes you think you know what we�re up to, forget it. We�ll do the same for you, O.K.?�
He was a bright shade of red as he agreed. �Sure thing, see you tomorrow!�
I think Beth and I were at least as nervous as Mark and Janelle when we got to my house. We wanted their first time to be as good as possible. Being alone with a real bed and privacy was a good start. It would already put them in the top ten percent.
We went upstairs as soon as we arrived, and went to our separate rooms. There was a connecting door between them. This made Beth a little subdued. She was afraid we�d get too loud.
She looked up at me when we were alone and said �Let�s wait a bit first. I want to make sure they�re busy before I scare them off! I don�t want Janelle to think I�m in pain or something. I�m really worried about her, with her dad being a preacher. She�s probably had all that fire and brimstone crap shoved at her for her entire life.�
I told her not to worry. Janelle seemed like someone smart enough to make up her own mind about what was good, and what was evil.
�I hope you�re right� Beth said �but in the mean time, I have an evil idea that�s not too noisy.�
She undressed me slowly, nibbling and kissing everything she uncovered. When she started tonguing my engorged cock, I pulled her up from her knees. I laughed at her look of disappointment.
�One of us is overdressed,� I said. After taking care of that problem I laid her on the bed and kissed her, as I caressed her slender body. When she was panting and moaning sufficiently I worked my way down to her perfect little pussy and gave it a long slow lick. I finished by sucking her clit between my lips and giving it a workout.
She was trying to stay quiet. I was enjoying her discomfort. Finally I relented and made a suggestion. �I know how we can have fun and keep the noise down.�
She asked how, and I said with a smile �It�s impolite to scream with your mouth full.�
She squealed �It is, isn�t it!�
She tackled me and got in position in less than a second. I latched both hands onto her amazing ass and proceeded to munch. It didn�t take long for Beth to join in.
I managed to last through three of her show-stopping orgasms. Let me tell you, it�s not easy to hold back with your dick clamped in a moaning, screaming mouth! The only noise we made is when she squealed as I grabbed her around the waist and spun her around for a long deep kiss.
When we broke apart panting, Beth licked her lips and smiled. �They should bottle that! We taste great together!� I had to agree.
As we lay there quietly in the afterglow, we began to hear some familiar sounds coming from next door. We were so curious that we couldn�t help moving closer to listen. It sounded like Janelle wasn�t as inhibited as Beth had feared. The bed in that room was a standard full-sized one with box springs that either weren�t as quiet as I thought or were getting some unaccustomed action.
Over the noise they were making, we could hear Janelle semi-screaming �OH MY! WHAT�S HAPPENING! I�M�I�M GOING TO OH SHIT OH MY GOD! ...MARRRK!�
Those springs were really humming now, and we heard Mark say �OOH BABY!� as he evidently lost control.
I smiled and looked at Beth. �I�m proud of them. It sounds like they got it right the first time!�
We were sitting at the table when they stumbled down the stairs hand in hand. Both had a look of stunned wonderment about them.
Janelle gave Beth a hug, then pulled me to my feet and gave me a bigger one, along with a kiss that I was afraid would make Mark very angry.
She finally released me, and said �I�m sorry but I had to do that. I hope nobody gets mad at me. Without you, what I just experienced might never have happened. I thought about what you said the other day about religion and it made so much more sense than what my dad spouts it was ridiculous! When two people express their feelings for each other no one is harmed. On the other hand, if you deny those feelings, two people are frustrated and miserable. You�ve made me very happy!�
Mark laughed �Me too, but don�t expect a kiss!�
The next day we played our first little league game. it was a blast. Mark was doing pretty well, and I was trying to keep a low profile. This proved to be difficult. Our pitching wasn�t that great.
I had hit one home run, a triple, and two doubles, in order to keep us in the game. We were losing 10-9 in the bottom of the ninth with men on first and second. There was one out and I was up to bat.
Their pitcher was pretty upset with me at this point. He had yet to get me out. I was afraid he�d walk me. Our fifth place batter hadn�t been doing too well. It turned out he had worse ideas than that. I had to drop straight down on my back to keep from getting hit in the head on the first pitch.
The Umpire caught on to what was up pretty quick. He warned the pitcher and the other teams� coach.
I figured that after that, he�d settle for the walk. He had me pissed, though. I counted on the next one being low and away, so when he started his delivery I moved forward in the box. I got the pitch I expected, and hit a golf shot straight back up the middle. It caromed off of nasty boys� shin and into the outfield.
To add insult to injury, I made it a point to stop at first so I hit for the cycle against him. The other two runners scored easily while the idiot was writhing in pain on the mound.
After the celebration, the coach pulled me aside and told me �I don�t know if you did that on purpose or not but I will say that it�s never right to intentionally injure someone.�
I explained to him that while it was painful to take a line drive off the leg it was more painful to take a fastball in the head, and that I hoped their pitcher would re-evaluate his strategy in the future.
He agreed with a smile that it would probably make him give it some thought next time.
April 30th. I had expected to spend times like these alone, as I always had before. It was nice to have company this time.
May Eve is an ancient Germanic holiday that marks the last day of winter. It also marked the last night that Odin hung from Yggdrasill (the great cosmic Ash tree). Odin had a noose around his neck for nine nights between April 22 and April 30, pierced with his own spear as a sacrifice in order to master the nine mighty rune spells. I was glad it fell on a Friday this year.
I asked my parents if I could camp out in the woods, and they gave me permission. It wasn�t an uncommon occurrence the first time around. I usually had less interesting company. Beth and I spent a couple of hours talking after setting up the tent and changing into comfortable robes. Afterwards, we meditated for an even longer time.
We started the bonfire at midnight to welcome the first day of summer, or May Day. We made love in the reflected light that was almost as intense as the heat of the flames. We never did use that tent.
In the morning when we walked home, both of us admitted feeling much closer to each other than we had the day before. It was hard to leave Beth when I dropped her off, even knowing we�d see each other later that day.
Things were progressing well on the financial front. The bets that I suggested (and placed) had all panned out. Our growing stock portfolio was also doing really well. This surprised me a little. I could only remember which companies had done well from the news reports I had seen. It�s a good thing I always watched the 6 O�clock news and read the paper when I was this age.
We had picked out a house close to my favorite old neighborhood and had begun having some renovations done. We didn't want any construction going on to bother mom after her surgery.
We had lived in a couple of other places before this the first time around. It was around the time my 'stupid side' had emerged. I got us evicted from both places with my behavior. This spot was chosen because I honestly hated the other two.
I had also figured out how to do some rudimentary 'mind reading'. I could only pick up surface thoughts. Trying to influence people gave me a headache. It worked, to a certain extent. What I COULD do came in handy more than once with the house and several other areas.
My mom had her surgery scheduled for just after the move. This way, she could recuperate in the new house and have someone to help care for her. At first, Al and I were worried that she put it off until then.
After the folks told us that mom was putting her notice in at work, I told Al that the surgery would still be sooner than the last time. We figured she�d be OK.
My parents� room overlooked the Ohio River, and our private dock. She could enjoy the scenery while she healed. My brother (and parents) surprised me by letting me have the apartment over the 3 car garage.
When I tried to protest that Al should get it, he just looked at me and said �Not only are you the reason we have the house, but you�ll be here more often than I will. You can make better use of it. It makes perfect sense for you to have it. Besides, I have the whole basement. It�s almost the same setup.�
Mom and dad did remind me that this did not mean I didn�t still have the same responsibilities I always had. I told them I was more than happy with the arrangement. I requested that an intercom between the house and apartment be installed, complete with an outdoor speaker/buzzer arrangement so mom could always get my attention if she needed anything.
They liked that idea. They also let me set up a gym in one room. I didn�t tell them the reason I wanted it.
When I had taken care of my mother on my first pass through, I got no exercise. This, coupled with my previous shyness, had resulted in me moving from skeletal, to obese in short order. It took me three years to lose the weight. They were not happy ones. I was determined that it wouldn�t happen again.
These things, along with the fact that I already knew which people would be friends, (and which to avoid) were the good things. Leaving my other friends, and lover, would be the bad.
I did my best to put the move out of my mind. I concentrated on making us rich. It wasn�t that hard to do. I had dad get a Wall Street Journal subscription for me to help with picking and trading stocks. I also had pop placing bets regularly, staying focused on football, baseball, and racing. I had always been a sports nut and remembered the results of every one I had followed.
I knew it was weird for this to happen. I was having too much fun to care. Anything I had seen, I could remember. It only took a month before no bookie in the city would take a bet from dad. He never lost a single wager. There was a way around this. He became a frequent weekend traveler to Vegas and Atlantic City.
The future held even more possibilities. I couldn�t wait until states started running lotteries. I used to play them, and remembered the winning numbers of the ones I had 'donated' my money to.
We won our little league title. Mark and I both made the all-stars. Beth became almost a daily visitor at my house and was a frequent camping partner. Mid-Summer (Summer solstice) was even more intense than the May Eve trip.
My family liked Beth a lot, but because of moms� 'early retirement', I lost some of my privacy. Finally out of sheer frustration, I recruited Mark and the girls for a project.
The place we camped was a huge park that was mostly dense forest. With the help of prior knowledge, and the necessary funds, we constructed a cabin deep within the woods. We even managed to lug a couple of kerosene heaters to it for the winter. There was only one room, so I suppose it was inevitable that we would become even closer. I was surprised at how close that turned out to be.
We started out with a blanket draped down the middle of the cabin. The sounds we shared eventually became too much for four curious (and horny) people. It was actually Janelle who suggested we didn�t really need it.
Beth and I had started using condoms when we weren't alone because we couldn�t think of an excuse not to. One that wouldn�t make us sound crazy, at least. Now I was happy about it. I wouldn�t want those two thinking they weren�t necessary.
Mark and Janelle learned things that most people don�t experience until they�re in their twenties (if then). Each thing they saw Beth and I do, they had to try. I didn�t mind checking Janelle out either. She was a lot shorter than Beth but her figure was well ahead of schedule.
When Beth caught me ogling her for the hundredth time or so. she suggested that we trade partners. She later explained that Janelle had asked her if she would mind.
The only problem we had was my much larger equipment. It fit Beth just fine, but wouldn�t all fit in Janelle.
Once she tried being on top, she was hooked. She quickly learned the technique of rubbing her clit on my pubes when she hit bottom and was in heaven. After that she wanted it doggie style and seemed to like that almost as well.
Mark wasn�t going to complain, that�s for sure. Besides a willing and pretty change of pace, he got Beth�s added talent. She had been doing Kegel exercises every since her return and used her muscular dexterity very well.
Actually, it was too well for Mark, at first. As soon as he felt Beth�s pussy start its� milking routine he lost it. Eventually he did get better. It was a good thing he did. Janelle was a fast learner and Beth was a good teacher.
All four of us ended up having a great time. It was a kick watching our girls get nailed by our best friend. Both of the aforementioned girls admitted it really got their motors running, too.
They even spent Vetrn�tr, which marked the beginning of the New Year and the beginning of winter on the Norse calendar with us in the cabin.
Janelle only made it because her parents were visiting relatives on Halloween weekend. Her father refused to acknowledge a holiday 'devoted to the Devil'. October 31st also fell on a Friday that year and we spent one of the 'stolen festivals' of mine and Beth�s shared religion happier than any trick-or-treater ever dreamed of.
Camping was out of the question on Yule. It was ten degrees on December 21st and my parents didn�t know about the cabin. They did surprise me by letting Beth stay overnight but I think they believed she planned on using the spare bedroom.
We would have spent every day in our little retreat, if we could have. There were other responsibilities to attend to. I introduced Mark to all of my customers so he could take over my business, and we began another little league season.
I could only play a few games, before it was time to say goodbye. My coach told me he had contacted the local little league where I was moving and given me a glowing recommendation, almost assuring me a spot on a team.
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