Chapter 23

Obviously, Leo was ping-ponging ideas in his head, searching for some pretext where we could get back to bed together. I probably didn’t help him by showing my urges were on the same wavelength.

“I’m sorry, Leo, but I need to show some restraint. My parents reminded me that with three siblings, I can’t just rub their noses in my sexual behavior. I’m just barely keeping my parents’ consent as it is. The reality is, we can’t do anything in my house like what we did in yours. Holly would be in orbit, and Dad will back her up. Oh, don’t be sad; we will have more latitude once school starts up in January. In the meantime, I have a question.”

“I’m happy to help.”

“If you had to guess, who used to be Nick’s boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend? You mean Nick is gay? Wait, now that you mention it...”

Leo was teasing us, acting as if Nick’s orientation was a surprise.

“Yeah. So, any ideas?”

“Let me think. You know, if I had to guess, I think it was Brian Lagenkamp. Mary, this is backwoods Minnesota. It would take a team of tracking dogs to even find the door to their closet.”

“I’m a little more relaxed about these things, coming from Chicago.”

“Why do you bring it up?”

“Joy and I want to recruit you. Help us help those two guys—well, get back together. He’s my baby brother, and I can’t imagine how much he hates being stuck alone with all of us flaming heterosexuals. I’m serious! Are you with us?”

“I’m happy to help. I’m not going to kiss Nick, though.”

“If I tell you to kiss my brother, I expect you to comply. Who’s the boss?”

“You are, Mary.”

“That’s better. Let’s work on lunch, and then bring Joy in. She’s close to Nick’s age and might have some knowledge or ideas.”

After lunch, Joy, Leo, and I discussed possible ways to reconcile Nick and Brian after school resumes in January.

The next day, I enjoyed another fun day at Denny’s place. First, I took his edge off with a quick blowjob, and then I coached him through more comprehensive training in cunnilingus. Sopping wet, I rolled a rubber on him and mounted him.

“You’re my best pony, Leo.”

Since we had plenty of time, I led him into the shower for some intimate cleaning after his shattering climax. After taking an hour for lunch, we did everything all over again. Glorious!

“I can’t believe you pretended not to know about clits, Leo.”

“I was way too shy, you know that. We got to the point where I couldn’t pretend anymore. From the moment we met, I was dreaming about you and imagining what it would feel like with my fingers and my lips on your clit. Then, when I got to play with it for real, it was way better than I imagined.”

“You got hard down there just talking about my clit. I have an idea; I want to watch you beat off.”

“I will if you will, Mary.”

“You’re on. First one to climax gets a prize.”

Darn it, he was faster, although there wasn’t a lot of fluid because it was his third time for the day.

“What’s my prize?”

“Next month, when I’m back in panties, I’m going to give you a used pair. You can smell me whenever you want.”

I ended up needling him because the more he imagined my scented panties, the harder he got. Leo seemed to have a limitless store of erections. At home in the kitchen, I would simply whisper in his ear. Without fail, he would pitch a tent with a hard-on. Once I realized how uncomfortable he was, I quit teasing him. When I visited him, he was unstoppable, unquenchable.

Nick and Ethan’s soft dicks I remembered. Leo, soft? A rare event.

I asked him about the apple pie since he made a big deal about it when we made one together.

“I’ve had apple pie several times, you know. What I missed was the smell, the combination of sweetness and cinnamon from the oven. Dad and I are terrible in the kitchen, you know. The last time before here was when I was little and my mother baked.”

On the last weekday before New Year’s Eve, the four of us sat down over lunch. Grumpy, Ethan knew what he would be hearing from me.