We packed our clothes, cleaned up the feathers, and rode to Kendall. I left Mom a note, saying I’d call her Sunday. The Watts said it was cool that I got to go. Soon we were on I-95, heading north. Scott, Stu, and I lay in the back of the station wagon, playing cards and farting, just like last year when Tom came with me from Alaska. I asked if we’d be seeing the Old South. Mr. Watt said we’d see cotton fields in Georgia. Naturally I had to sing “dem ol’ cotton fields back home…”
Before it broke into a ‘Workin’ on the Railroad’ sing-along, Scott and I broke into our a Capella routine, which went on for hours. Even Stu dozed off. I didn’t feel tired, but soon we were all asleep. Once I got a chance to use the phone when we stopped to eat, I called Mom. She wasn’t upset, just worried what Dad would say. She would be gone before I got back. Realizing she wouldn’t be able to say farewell in person, I promised to call her in Iowa, but she was too disoriented to respond. She promised to smooth things over with Dad, and we said goodbye. Cool.
When I got back to the table, Scott gave me an inquiring look. I slapped him five, and we laughed.
“Just calling my mom to make sure everything’s okay, Mrs. Watt.”
“You a bit homesick?” she asked.
“I’m fine. Thanks.”
Scott winked at me.
That night we stayed in a motel, with Stu making his usual fuss about sleeping arrangements. There were two double beds in our room, so we made him sleep alone. He ended up with Scott and me, right in between us. What a family.
We reached North Carolina by morning. The Watts rented the same lakeside cabin every year, on Lake Norman in Denver NC. The lake was huge, but man-made. It was isolated and uninhabited, while a nuclear-power plant was being built. The woods came right down to the lake, and you could see trees under water from when they filled the lake. It was intriguing, yet scary, like a horror film because it was so isolated. The town had one general store, with locals hanging outside beside the soda machine. I was looking for dueling banjos from ‘Deliverance.’ We had our bikes, so as soon as we arrived and put the bags away, the three of us rode into town. Stu tried to get a soda from the machine, going, “excuse me, ‘scuse me, ‘scuse me,” while they locals blocked him so he couldn’t quite get to it. Finally, he gave up, at which point the locals moved away and indicated we could spend our money. Stu was angry now, especially at us for not helping him. I went up, dropped in three quarters and got three sodas.
I turned around and said, “Howdy,” to the three locals.
They smiled curiously, saying “Howdy,” back.
“Can I have one o’ dem pops?” the biggest one asked.
“Sure, if you got a quarter,” before realizing how glib I sounded. I added, “I’ll share some with you,” And offered him mine.
“That’s okay. I got a quarter.”
His friends started to laugh at him, so I said, “That’s okay. Here, take a hit, anyway.”
“A hit?” the other two both exclaimed.
“You know, a gulp.”
“Oh, we thought you had a joint.”
“Well, be sure you let us know when you’re sharing your weed.”
I walked back to Scott and Stu, handing them their sodas. They still looked apprehensive, so I walked back to the locals.
“Is that what’s to do up here, smoke dope and chase girls?”
“Sometimes one, other times the other, and sometimes both.”
“We’re staying down the road for a couple of weeks, so if you’re going to do the other, we’d be interested.”
“The other what?”
“Chasing girls, of course. My name’s Tim,” and I put out my hand, which they looked at, but didn’t shake. “And, that Scott and his little brother Stu.”
“Yeah, Stupid. We saw them last year.”
“He ain’t Stupid no more.”
“Good fer him.”
“So what do you guys do when there’s no tourists to pick on?”
The skinny one jumped in, “Well, there’s moonshine and the pot trade in the late summer. Then we go rabbit huntin’ in the fall, maybe get us a deer, then duck huntin’ all winter, and when we’s bored, there’s always our sisters and female cousins.”
Everybody laughed. Scott and Stu came over, and we shared our sodas. Before we left, the skinny one, called Floyd, told us to meet them at the drive-in that night.
“We don’t have a car.”
“Nobody does. Just sneak in under the fence, right behind the screen, and meet us at the snack bar. You don’t need no car. And if you keep talkin’ so slick, one of the local girls’ll be sure to pick you up. We’ll let you know which ones got big brothers who’ll whip yer ass or not.”
“Thanks, that sounds exciting.”
“Where you boys from?”
“Florida,” omitting the Miami part.
“We thought you might be good ol’ boys when you said you came ‘up’ here. Yankees always say down here.”
“Well, up here, we can be the ones that be down.”
“You talk like a Negro, boy.”
“Nothing wrong with bein’ friendly.”
We rode back to the cabin, without talking. Finally Scott broke the silence.
“We’ve never socialized with the locals before.”
“I doubt they wouldn’t call it socializing. I guess I got carried away with my southern accent.”
“Now, yer doin’ it.”
“I guess,” and we all laughed.
“Well, are we going to meet them at the drive-in?” I asked.
“You got to be kidding?”
“Hell, they didn’t look like they were going to beat us up, after they fucked with Stu.”
“That’s what you think. You just walked up to them, calm as could be.”
“They’re no different from us, just different interests.”
“Like pot, and hunting, liquor and girls.”
“See, we share all the same interests.”
“Yeah, you do, not me.”
“Well, we could chase girls with them.”
“Sure, sit there and spit tobacco juice at ‘em.”
“Com’n Scott, it’ll be fun.”
“We always sit on the porch and play cards at night.”
“Well, let’s do that tomorrow night.” I put my arm around his shoulder. “I know you want to do this.”
“Okay, but just this one night. It is Saturday.”
Stu wanted to come, of course, but relented because we were going to chase girls. Mr. and Mrs. Watt were unsure of the concept, but allowed us to go to the drive-in. It was the part about going to the drive-in without a car that confused them. We described Floyd and his buddies as upstanding members of the community. After convincing his parents, Scott was more enthusiastic about our adventure. When we got ready in the bathroom, he slicked down his hair and put on aftershave.
“Man, you’re goin’ t’attract all them mosquitoers in all four counties with that stuff.”
“Where did you learn all these country expressions? Four counties?”
“Well,” I said real slowly, “Y’all don’t understand. I’s a country boy at heart.”
Scott grabbed me in a hug.
“You sure you want to be chasing girls?”
“Well, I thought you could have Floyd and I’d take the big guy.”
“Yeah, we’re going to chase girls. The way you fuck, you’re going to make some girl very happy tonight.”
“You think I fuck good?”
We were still hugging, so I kissed him and could feel his dick start to harden against my leg.”
“Hold it, Leroy. I think we need a little of the opposite sex for you. You’re a great fuck, but not right now.”
I pushed him away just before Stu barged in.
“What’s going on?” he asked
“What do you care?”
“I have to put up with that perfume, and look,” he pointed, “Scott’s got a boner.”
Pouncing on him, I pushed him out of the bathroom.
“Can I sleep in here tonight with you guys?”
“So we can tell you about the girls?’
“Yuck. Come on. We’ll get up early and go fishing on the dock. I’ll sleep in the spare bed.” He just accepted that we’d be together in the other bed.
“What’s wrong with hanging out with the folks for once?”
Stu looked hurt.
“Okay. Okay. You can do what you want. Just don’t be a pest,” his brother relented.
Mrs. Watt started quizzing us over dinner about the movie. We didn’t even know what was playing, which worried her.
“Mom, it’s okay,” Scott defended us. “We’re just going out with the local kids and do what they do on Saturday night.”
“Well, what if what they do involves drinking and driving?”
“They don’t have cars. We’re going to sneak in the drive-in and hang out at the snack bar.”
“You’re not paying?” Scott had a lot to learn about allaying parental fears.
“You can’t pay if you don’t have a car. It’s what they do, okay?”
“Maybe you should have Dad drive?”
We both looked really pained.
“He won’t want to hang out with a bunch of hillbillies. Ma, We sure-fire ain’t gonna git us in trouble.”
I couldn’t believe what he said, or how he said it. Everybody just stared. So, he got up.
“Right. So it’s okay. Let’s go.”
He put his arm around my shoulder, and we walked out. By the time we got the bikes, we couldn’t stop laughing.
“Sure fire? Ain’t? Who taught you those?”
“You did. At least you said to get an accent.”
“I’m gonna buy you some chew.”
“You know, chewing tobacco.”
“Now you know how your mother feels about you right now.”
It was still light out. We rode to the store and got directions to the drive-in. Scott’s slicked hair and aftershave were history by the time we got there. We ditched the bikes in the trees near the fence and waited for it to get dark. We sat there sucking on grass stalks being country…’a little bit country, a little bit rock n roll.’ It wasn’t long until we heard Floyd and company coming our way. We waited until they started over the fence, then yelled at them.
“Hey, you. Stop.”
They didn’t even look back, jumping the fence and running toward the back rows of the drive-in. We ambled directly to the snack bar and were waiting for them as they furtively came up.
“Hey, you. Stop,” I repeated
They looked at us in surprise, then broke up.
“It was you boys. You motha fuckas.”
“Now who sounds like a negro?”
Floyd walked up, putting his arms around each of us.
“Now you boys wouldn’t be tryin’ to put us local folk down?”
“Now you boys wasn’t tryin’ to sneak into this here movie without payin’, was ya?”
“Every Saturday night.”
“Well, Saturday night’s alright.”
There were five of them, all our age. Floyd made the introductions.
“This here’s them Florida boys we met today.”
“Yeah, I’m Tim and this here’s Scott.”
“Well, these two here are Wayne and Jesse, and you met Seth and Big Joe at the store. Just didn’t get their names.”
“You boys bring some weed?”
”We don’t do that,” Scott spoke up for the first time.
“Well, what do you do?”
“Just chase girls, like we said today.”
“Well, this here’s prime pussy country, but us local yokels don’t cotton to seeing our sisters being abused by outsiders.”
“When I do it, it’s never been called abuse.”
“Maybe you’ll git lucky tonight, but how lucky will that girl feel when y’all’s gone?”
“Serious deep questions, man. Let’s just hope there’s pussy left over fer y’all when we’s gone.”
Scott stood right behind me, and Floyd’s friend Seth backed him up while we verbally sparred. Floyd looked at his friends, then motioned them to come over.
“Y’all come sit over here with these boys. I think they might just have the right attitude.”
After that, we were one big group, sitting at a picnic table, yacking and yucking. We ignored the movie that played that night. Anyone who walked by was subject to catcalls and comments. The few girls going to the snack bar walked out of their way to avoid us, making our comments more derisive. Floyd was a talker, mostly the longtime local gossip about everyone, their cheating ways and out-of-wedlock births. It seemed unlikely we would even meet any local girls. I thought about hanging out with my South Beach friends, how they checked me out without seeming to do so. It was fun being there, and the accent thing soon became natural. They had pot and whiskey but weren’t upset when we abstained. Finally, Floyd cornered Scott, making him take a swig off the whiskey pint. He almost gagged, but then took another swig and passed it to me. I took one mighty shot and my mouth and throat burned. It hit us simultaneously. I told Floyd to watch out for Scott, “’cause he gits crazed.”
“Yep. Them quiet ones is always the worst.”
Just then a pickup, filled with older teenagers, roared by, jeering and hooting at us as much as we had been harassing the snack bar patrons. We hooted back, even Scott. Right behind came a pickup with a shell over the bed, driven by two girls.
“Them girls by themselves?” I asked Floyd.
“That’s Cheryl Ann and her sister, Lee Ann. They’s seldom by themselves.”
We watched as they parked along the side, far from anyone else.
“Whatcha think, Floyd. Those fine young ladies good potential?”
“Potential? Hell, boy, there ain’t a boy in town that don’t know somethin’ ‘bout Cheryl Ann’s booty. Her sister just moved to town, and I hear she’s a slice of the same cherry pie.”
“Ya think a coupla lonely visitors like ourselves might find a welcome spot in their hearts and other anatomy?”
“There’s no one stoppin’ ya from tryin.’”
“Com’n Scott. We got ourselves some potential.”
He looked dubious, but was game to follow my lead. We walked straight over to the pickup and proceeded to pick up.
“Howdy. My name’s Tim and my buddy’s Scott. We’re visitin’ town fer a coupla weeks and wanna meet some pretty girls.’
They giggled, then got out of the truck and sat on the tailgate, while we stood around and talked. We told them about ourselves, where we were from, what we did, how old we were, and then we sang the Beach Boys ‘Barbara Ann,’ in our doo wop style…”ba, ba,ba,baba a ran…ba,ba,ba,baba ran…oh, Barbara Ann, oh, take my hand…ba,ba,ba baba a ran..”
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, COUSINS MUSIC
I did the falsetto and Scott the baritone. It cracked them up. I could see in the corner of my eye that Floyd and the boys were going ape shit. The girls invited us to sit with them.
“How’d y’all know our mama’s name is Barbara Ann?
“Just a lucky guess.”
“Y’all have a car?”
“Naw, We just snuck in with Floyd.”
“How can you stand that boy?”
“We just met him today, but he’s okay. Kinda a gossip.”
“You ain’t justa whistlin’ Dixie.”
At which, Scott and I both whistled ‘Dixie.’
I knew to get Scott to stand up, ‘cause it’s the local national anthem.
“You boys are a scream. You wanna blow this drive-in?”
We jumped into the pickup. With Lee Ann on Scott’s lap and me in the middle, we roared off in front of Floyd’s gang. “Bye boys,” we all yelled out. I could see Seth giving us the middle finger.
Cheryl Ann drove down a dirt road through the woods until we reached an overlook. The valley and lake below were dark with only an occasional light. The pickup’s cab was suddenly too crowded. Cheryl Ann grabbed a blanket from the back and led me down a path, about one hundred yards away.
I turned to her and smiled, “This is about the time the monster comes and eats everyone in the horror movie.”
“Don’t be scary,” she complained, pulling me closer to her on the blanket. I put my arms around her, rubbing up and down her back as we kissed. She arched like a purring cat from my massage. She ran her fingers under my tee-shirt, finally pushing it over my head.
“Y’all Denver girls don’t mess around. Ain’t I ‘sposed to be doin’ the undressin’?”
“I’m just revving your engine, Chief,” as she stuck her fingers under the top of my jeans. I popped open her shorts, pulling them and her panties halfway down her legs. She undid each of my Levi’s buttons, with cool assurance, until my hardening dick flopped out.
“Ah, you’re bigger than expected. This will be heaven,” as she lay back.
I slid her shorts all the way off, pulling mine off, too. Then reaching under her butt, I fingered both her ass and cunt simultaneously. I felt her get wet, and she started to moan. Pulling her butt forward, I mounted her in one thrust. She squealed like a pig, as I pumped her and kept massaging her ass. She was more than moaning and wrapped her legs behind me. She was practically gushing, wet and loose. I braced my arms on the ground, pumping in a regular rhythm, while she hung on with her legs locked on the small of my back. Her squeals reached a fever pitch as she approached her first climax. I pulled completely out, and then thrust deeply into her cunt. She squeezed and tightened on my dick as she came, while I remained deep inside her orgasmic cunt. I began to pump again, with her juices soaking my groin and thighs. Her head thrown back and moaning, I continued my regular rhythm. I watched her throw her long blonde hair back and forth. This was great. I felt my dick was lifting her whole body off the blanket. Her fingers ran through my hair. The sweat and cum made our bodies slap against each other. Her first tentative squeal let me know she was beginning to climax again. I fucked her harder in the same regular rhythm. Her legs squeezed and released me. She was screaming each time I thrust. I went rigid inside her, as she squirmed on my dick, and then getting her own rhythm, she fucked me back. Giving her the control made her cum again as I tensed in her contracting, screaming body. I hoped there were no farmers within hearing distance. As soon as she finished cumming, she rolled us onto our sides, with me still deep within her. She tingled from orgasmic pleasure, as she looked into my eyes.
“You’re incredible,” I said.
She hushed me and gave me a kiss. Then she rolled me on my back, while sitting on my dick which was bent straight up, inside her. Starting by squeezing her butt, I saw the determination on her face to get me off. I started slapping her buns as she rode up and down. She twisted my small, hard nipples until I started to squirm. I was rocking side to side trying to get away from the nipple torture, while she went straight up and down on my dick. I reached up and lightly stroked her nipples which expanded and hardened. Swinging her head and squealing, she bucked like a cowgirl on my dick. I couldn’t stand being underneath any longer. Pulling her down to me, we rolled over, and I began thrusting as deeply as I could into her. Her legs wrapped around me with her knees pulled up and her heels kicking my butt. She screamed more and more, as she reached her fourth orgasm. I knew she wanted me to cum, but my dick hadn’t done its backward turn yet. I wasn’t close, but I started to breathe and moan like I was ready. I faked my orgasm as she reached her climax. As she calmed down from the shivers and shakes, I whimpered like a puppy. She stroked my forehead with kisses and whispers. We lay there panting, letting our breathing return to normal. My dick was still firmly deep in her cunt. From the distance, above the cricket and cicada noise, I heard Scott doing his cowboy yells that indicated he was riding his own bronco mare. We laughed.
“Scott’s as loud as you are.”
“Well, maybe I’ll try him next.”
“So you think we’re done, huh?” as I gave her a little thrust.
“Y’all ready again?”
“Is Superman faster than a speeding bullet?” as I stroked in and out of her. I had her attention. I got on top and just pumped her for several minutes, as her ass rolled back and forth with my action. Her breathing got into my rhythm and she wrapped her legs around me. Massaging both her breasts, I really looked at her for the first time. Her golden blonde hair was streaked with sweat and plastered against a long, thin neck. She had large, fleshy tits with wide, dark areola and nipples that stuck out. I licked each one as her breathing came in short gasps. I started to thrust roughly, poking her cunt. The squeals started and she was fucking back with passion. Her squeezes enveloped my dick inside her, and we moved like waves. I let go of the concentration that was holding me back. Our bodies were in a dance, in syncopation with each other. Faster and faster we fucked. I held her cunt up off the blanket, while pumping her madly. My mind was singing the Doors’ ‘Love her Madly,’ my head thrown back, and no thoughts interfered.
We reached a climax, with her orgasm ten seconds before mine. I pulled out just as my wad exploded, flying over her shoulders onto the blanket. I held her cunt against my dick as I came all over her stomach. Her cunt was throbbing in its own orgasm as she screamed her pleasure. Once we both finished our climax, I knelt beside her and stroked her wet hair. I heard Scott and Lee Ann still going at it. His screams had changed from the wahoos of a cowboy to the grunts of a worker moving heavy equipment. Some serious fucking going on in these woods. We laughed about them.
“You really only fifteen?”
“Why would I lie? I wish I was older.”
“No. Y’all’s perfect. I kinda thought you’d be in, out, and done, ‘cause that’s more the norm around here.”
“Well, if yer other boyfriends need lessons…”
“Oh, I don’t have boyfriends.”
I realized I might have said something wrong, so I shut up. Finally.
“You must’ve cum four or five times. I knew you liked it.”
She turned away quickly.
“Now, what’d I say?”
“It’s just harder for me than you know.”
“Well, how old are you?”
“Twenty-one,” she looked at me tentatively.
“Why, y’all’s just getting started in life. I’m still a kid. You shouldn’t worry too much in this life.”
She moved over and kissed me.
“Let’s go see what those perverts are doin’ makin’ so much hullabaloo.”
We got the blanket and walked back to the pickup. They were obviously in the back, from the motion and commotion going on. We sat on the grass and watched for a minute.
Finally, I yelled out, “It’s gonna fall off if y’all take too long.”
They stopped, Then Scott’s head popped out the back window.
“Hey, what’s happening?” I asked.
“You guys ready to go?”
“We are, but don’t let it stop you.”
“I can do this all night.”
A groan was heard from inside the truck.
“But, maybe, I better finish up, okay?”
We laughed and waved him away. Soon the commotion was an ocean as the truck rocked and rolled.
“Now, he’s actin’s like he’s fifteen.”
“It’s ‘cause it’s his first time.”
“Oh. My gawd. He won’t pull out like y’all did, will he?”
“I doubt it.”
I yelled at the truck, “Scott, pull out, pull out!”
We ran over and banged on its sides. The motion just got stronger and Scott’s cowboy yells reached a pitch. The pickup shuddered and was still.
“Scott, did you pull out.”
“What,” he answered groggily.
We collapsed in laughter. He stuck his head out again.
“What were you yelling?”
“Did you remember to pull out before you came?”
“So Lee Ann don’t git pregnant.”
“Oh, I guess I fergot.”
Cheryl Ann brushed his hair back.
“It’s okay. You’re pretty young. It’s not likely to happen.”
They both stumbled out of the back of the pickup, he pulling up his jeans, she looking much the worse for wear. We piled in front. Scott couldn’t contain himself, starting to giggle and chortle. Soon we were a pickup of idiots, laughing all the way to the drive-in. I asked for their phone number, but they just shined us on. Off they rode in a cloud of dust, leaving us stranded in the road.
Out of the bushes pops Floyd. “Well?”
“Thanks man, Y’all steered us right.”
“So tell me what happened?”
Scott was ready to tell all, but I nudged him in the ribs to hold back.
“They was the nicest girls. We all just sat around and talked almost all night. Thanks fer pointin’ us in the right direction.”
“Y’all’s tellin’ me y’all went off with Cheryl Ann and her sister and y’all did nothin’ but talk? Y’all think I’m some kinda fool?”
“No, man, y’all’s some kinda friend.”
He laughed, and we were off the hook.
“See ya ‘round.”
“Yeah, see y’all.”
“You waited all this time for us to come back?”
“Sure did. We needed to know if you boys was up to the standards of our local girls. Y’all want another swig of whiskey?”
We both took swigs, which tasted terrible. They kept after us to tell them what happened, but we maintained our innocence. They finally left, noting we should go to the drag races on Sunday. We agreed to meet them at the store.
We rode our bikes home, with Scott riding all over the road, more from exuberance than from the whiskey.
“You’re a drunken rider,” I said.
“Drunk from love.” He rode up to me. “Help me stay straight,” as he put his hand on my shoulder as we rode side by side. “Why did you lie to them about what happened?”
I gave him Joey’s ‘kiss and tell’ lecture, elaborating on why we didn’t want the locals involving us in their gossip more than necessary.
“I got to tell the world, ‘I got laid.’”
“A virgin no more.”
“I stopped being a virgin two nights ago.”
“Is that how you see it? I think you’re a virgin ‘til you get a girl.”
“Whatever. But I ain’t no virgin now,” and he leaned over, kissed me on the lips, and then pushed off, careening across the road.
When we got to the cabin, we made sandwiches and took them down to the dock. It was three o’clock, so we kept our voices low, while we ate and analyzed the night’s performance.
“What’s wrong with kissing and telling?” Scott asked.
“It’ll always come back to haunt you. And it’s the biggest disrespect you can do to a girl. You didn’t feel like telling about me and you?”
“But can’t we talk about it, just you and me?”
“Sure, ‘cause I’m not going to tell anyone like that Floyd guy would.”
He leaned against a piling and wrapped his legs around my waist.
“I knew it would be great once we had sex.”
“You mean with girls?”
“No, butthead. You and me. I love you, Tim.”
I moved around to face him, and we hugged. Then we put our legs over the dock’s edge and lay on our backs, looking up at the stars. It was so dark there; you could see so many more stars than in the city. Looking at Scott in the dark, his skin seemed almost black with a sheen that glowed like ebony. We had been inseparable for six weeks, but it seemed much longer. His having sex with me, then with a girl, was exactly how it happened for me last summer. Maybe Joey had been a good teacher, or at least, I’d followed his example with Scott. We were the same age, going through the same things together. I knew he needed to talk about tonight, so I set him free.
“How did it get started with you and Lee Ann?”
He sat up, and from his look, I knew he had a flood of things to say.
“Once you guys left us, I felt awkward at first, but then we heard you two going at it. We just laughed and started ourselves.”
“You heard us?”
“We heard Cheryl Ann’s screams and moans. It was pretty graphic.”
“She can scream. We just spread out the blanket and went at it. We stopped for a while and heard your yells. She said you sound like a cowboy. I’d hate to have to listen to you and Cheryl Ann doing it.”
“Do you think she’ll do it with me?”
“What a horny little bastard you are.”
“That’s normal for us recent ex-virgins.”
“You think we’ll see them again? She wouldn’t give me her phone number.”
“Wouldn’t it be great to do this every night we’re here?”
I assumed that was a rhetorical question.
“I figured you’d be jumping me every night.”
“Not with my folks around.”
”It didn’t stop us at my house.”
“Your mom never checks on us. My family’s different.”
“That’s for sure. I kinda wish my mom would care more.”
Then I thought how I’d abandoned her to be with Scott. He checked me with a caring look. A tear welled up when I thought how alone I’d be without his family. I wiped it away.
“Man, why am I feeling sorry for myself, after such a great night? No need to worry.”
“You can be so serious, then get just as crazy. I can’t believe we sang for those girls. The Beachboys? Floyd and them must’ve been dyin’.”
“Yeah, but it didn’t look like they got laid tonight, did it.”
From behind us in the shadows, came Stu’s voice.
“You guys got laid?”
We jumped up. There he was in his PJs, listening to us. We towered over him.
“Tryin’ to spy, huh?”
“No, guys. I woke up and heard you down here. I just came down.”
“Spy, and now you’re going to snitch to Mom?” Scott accused.
“No. I promise, but did you get laid, Scott?
That did it. We picked him up, dragging him to the end of the dock, and threw him into the water. He came up yelling, so we dove in and held his mouth shut.
“Shut up, Stu. You’re going to wake up Mom and Dad.”
But it was too late. Mr. Watt yelled from their upstairs window, “You boys go to bed. It’s four o’clock in the morning. You’ll wake the neighbors.”
“What neighbors, Dad,” Scott yelled from the water.
“Well. You woke us up. That’s worse.”
“Okay. Sorry.” Then to Stu, “You little rat. If you tell, I’ll kill you.”
“Then you did get laid?”
“Yes, but you don’t need to know.”
“Oh, wow. You gotta tell me. Was she cute?”
“Look at the eleven-year old horn dog,” I noted. “He’s going to be worse than you, Scott.”
“I’m not saying anything to you, Stu. You got to learn not to kiss and tell.”
I laughed, and then pulled Stu into my arms. “Listen, little bro. We love you to death and want you to have a good time, too. If you spy on us and tell, it’s worse than kissing and telling.”
He looked up at me with big eyes, which watered up while his mouth went ear to ear in a grin.
“Gosh, Tim. You know I love you as much as I love Scott.”
“Yeah, just one big family,” and I smiled too. Brotherly love.
We walked back to the house and ate more snacks, while we dried off. When we got to the room, Stu had taken over my bed. I just got in with Scott.
Stu looked up, “Did you get laid, too, Tim?”
“Shut up, Stu,” Scott whispered sharply. “You’re not even supposed to know about these things.”
“You both got lucky. You guys are cool.”
I turned off the light and slid next to Scott. It was a single bed, nowhere near as comfortable as my double bed in Miami. We fit together just right.