Author: wolfcub Title: Getting to Know Father Summary: A boy becomes privy to a family secret. Keywords: M+F bg inc exhib swing Mark loved the feel of the cool, wet grass under his bare feet. It felt soft and plush compared to the coarse grass he was used to, at home. The morning air was a little bit chilly on his bare skin, but, as the sun made its way over the horizon, it would soon be warm. He smiled at the looks he got from the other early risers, who were surprised to see a boy of his age naked. The fair attracted an eclectic crowd, and while it was common for preschoolers to frolic in the nude, most boys and girls started wearing some form of clothing by the time they were seven or eight years old. Though some other nine-year-olds might go swimming nude or bathe or change clothes in public, Mark and his eight-year-old brother, Adrien, were the only older boys who routinely spent the week in the buff. Mark's family had arrived last night, just around sunset. They had hurriedly set up their camp as the light faded. Afterwards, Mark and Adrien had gone exploring in the dark to find out if any of their friends from previous years had arrived, yet. This morning, Mark's mother was taking him to meet someone named Skeld, which was, most certainly, not his real name. (Attendees of the fair were prone to giving themselves grand dress, titles, and names. Often, you might see the same characters year after year and never know their real names or professions.) Mark's parents had been coming to the fair since before he was born. Apparently, Skeld was a family friend, but he hadn't attended this particular fair in the past few years. Mark and his mother came into a clearing where two large tents were pitched. Outside were several tables, one with the remains of breakfast/dinner; the other two were covered with various pieces of medieval armor and an assortment of weapons. Mark was immediately drawn to an iron mace. He desperately wanted to pick it up, but he knew his mother didn't approve of him touching other people's stuff without permission. Fortunately, he didn't have to restrain himself long. "Go ahead, pick it up!" said a deep voice. Mark turned to see a tall, muscular man with shoulder-length, wavy red hair and a beard, who looked vaguely familiar. The man smiled at Mark and nodded at the mace. Mark looked to his mother for confirmation, then grabbed the handle of the mace. It was much heavier than he had expected, and he had to use two hands to lift it off of the table. He struggled to raise it into the air and staggered a little when he tried. Skeld steadied him with a firm hand. Skeld eyed the well-defined lines on Mark's chest and arms. "You're strong, for your age, but you'll have to grow stronger before you can wield that. When the time comes, I'll teach you to use it." "Really?" Marked almost fell over as he turned quickly to see if Skeld was being serious. Skeld steadied him, again, took the mace from his hand, and laid it back on the table. "Of course!" Skeld answered hardily. "So, how's my little bush colt?" Mark gave Skeld a puzzled look. "You've grown since I last saw you." To Mark's mother, "What was he? Five?" "Four! He's nine, now. It's been a long time." Michelle smiled and put her arms around Skeld, giving him a warm hug. "It's good to see you again. You shouldn't have stayed away so long." "Well, I can't always make it, this time of year. You should come up to Milford." "We'd love to, but the kids are in school, then." Skeld's hands slipped underneath Michelle's short dress. He smiled as he squeezed her bare buttocks. Her penchant for foregoing underwear was one of the many things that attracted him, to her. Michelle slipped a hand between Skeld's legs and squeezed him back through his wool trousers. "Are you still proficient with this weapon?" she teased. "I've slain many a maiden with it, aye," Skeld replied in a rough attempt at an Irish accent. They both laughed. Michelle took a step back from Skeld, turned to Mark, and held out an arm to invite him to her side. She gave him a quick hug, then took Skeld by the hand and led them both into one of the tents, which was just big enough to stand in. She turned to face Skeld and Mark, loosened the laces on the front of her dress, then let it slide over her shoulders to the ground. Despite having given birth to four children--including her twins, Daniel and Anika--Michelle had a body that looked much younger than her twenty-nine years. She was proud of it, and she worked hard to keep in good shape. She had no doubt that Skeld was still excited by her soft curves. Mark was used to seeing his mother naked, but he was a little confused by what was happening. He had seen his mother have sex, before--she was a passionate woman, who acted on impulse and wasn't deterred by the presence of her children. Usually, he and his siblings just turned their backs or went to another room and continued what they were doing, unfazed, but, this time, it seemed that she meant for him to stay and watch. Michelle flaunted her body for a few seconds before kneeling in front of Skeld. She loosened the drawstring of his trousers and lowered them to the ground. She took his already-stiff penis into her hand and gave it a few, slow strokes while she fondled his testicles with the other hand. She let her warm breath tease the head of Skeld's penis before gently licking around the rim then taking it into her mouth. She gave a few, hard sucks before letting it go, standing to her feet, then removing Skeld's shirt. Then, she took Skeld by the hand and pulled him toward the ground. Skeld glanced at Mark then gave Michelle a questioning look. Michelle winked at him, deviously, then pulled harder. Skeld took Michelle's weight and eased her gently to the ground, then lowered himself on top of her. She immediately spread her legs for him, and Skeld wasted no time penetrating her. Their coupling was heated and swift--more like two animals mating in the forest than reunited lovers sharing a bed. Skeld thrust hard into Michelle, and Michelle pushed back even harder, grunting and moaning as if she desperately needed to be physically joined with him. Mark sat down next to them, unsure of what he should do and fascinated by the suddenness of their passion. In just a few minutes, Skeld pushed hard into Michelle and grunted. Michelle tightly wrapped her arms and legs around his strong body. Marked watched in amazement as Skeld's scrotum twitched several times, then, as quickly as it had begun, both Skeld and his mother relaxed, and they laid together quietly--the only sound being their heavy breathing, which gradually faded. After another few minutes, Michelle looked over at Mark and smiled. Skeld looked over and smiled, as well, rolled off of Michelle, and mussed Mark's hair with his hand. He stood up, pulling Mark with him. "Come on, lad!" Skeld said, as he started getting dressed, "I have many things to teach you--some of which might interest you." Skeld laughed at his own joke. Mark looked toward his mother, who gave him a smile and a nod that told him to follow Skeld out of the tent. After a moment, Michelle came out of the tent, too, dressed once again. She kissed Mark gently on the top of the head and squeezed his shoulders. "You be good, and listen to Skeld. I'll see you for dinner." Mark watched his mother walk back the way they had come. After she had disappeared into the forest, he turned to Skeld, wondering how the rest of this strange day was going to unfold. As the sun began to set, Mark made his way back to his family's campsite. On the way, he met his brother, Adrien. "Where have you been, all day?" "Mom wanted me to meet some guy named Paul." Adrien hesitated, like he wasn't sure exactly what to tell his brother, then decided to leave it at, "We spent the day, together." Mark sensed his brother's uncomfortableness and decided that he knew the reason but wasn't sure how to proceed. "Did you, um... I mean... Did Mom...?" He looked down at the ground, not sure if he should really ask the question that was in his mind. When he looked up, he saw that Adrien was also looking at the ground--and blushing. Mark knew the answer, but he asked anyway. "Did Mom and Paul...? You know." Adrien looked up with a impish grin and nodded. "Come on," Mark told him, "We have to find Daniel and Anika." When the boys reached their camp, they found their parents busily preparing dinner. Daniel and Anika were nowhere in sight. Before his parents could stop them, Mark led Adrian off towards a stream where the twins liked to play. "Don't go far!" Michelle yelled after them. "Dinner's almost ready." Mark was pleased to find the twins right where he had expected them to be, but he was surprised to see Anika dressed in a dark red frock, tied at the waist with a brown leather cord. She was helping Daniel fasten a black leather belt over a long, linen shirt that came down past his knees. Both the twins' hair was wet. Apparently, they had just finished playing in the stream and were getting dressed. Mark momentarily forgot why he was looking for them. "Hey, guys! What's with the new clothes?" The seven-year-olds looked up and beamed, showing off their new garments. "They're gifts from Erik," Anika announced. "He's really nice!" Daniel added. "Who's Erik?" Adrien asked. Mark already knew. "He's this man that Mommy introduced us to, this morning," Anika began, then she and Daniel both looked at each other and giggled like they shared a secret that their brothers weren't in on. Daniel began excitedly, "He and Mommy... Ow!" He rubbed his ribs where his sister had just elbowed him. "What was that for?" Anika gave her brother a "You're not supposed to tell!" look. "What's the big deal?" Daniel asked, then, before his sister could stop him, again, "Mommy and Erik played thumper!" Daniel laughed even before he could finish. "Ow!" Anika elbowed him, again. "Cut it out!" Mark remembered his mission. "Hey, can you guys show me where Erik is? I want to see what he looks like." "Mommy said dinner would be ready, soon." Anika answered. "We're not supposed to go anywhere." Mark sighed. He knew it was pointless trying to talk the twins into taking him to see Erik before dinner was over. "Well, can you show me after? When we go to the dance?" "Sure!" the twins said, together. Dinner was ready and waiting when the four children returned to camp. "So," Michelle asked Adrien, "Did you have a good time with Paul?" "Yeah! He's gonna teach me how to play his dulcimer!" "How about you, Mark? Did you have fun with Skeld?" "Yeah," Mark said noncommittally. "You know? His name's really John." Mark felt like he had some kind of point to prove, but he wasn't sure what it was. "I know," Michelle smiled, "But Skeld is a lot more fun. Don't you think? I was thinking we should start calling you Frode. Would you like that?" Michelle laughed at the dirty look Mark gave her. She hugged her eldest son close to her, then thrust a plate into his hands. "Eat! We're going to the dance, tonight." Saturday was the first official day of the fair; however, the hardcore always got together on Friday night to share good music and rekindle friendships. Mark kept Adrien and the twins close to him, even though they wanted to run off to find their own friends. "Remember, when you see them, let me know, but don't make it obvious that you're pointing them out to me." "Mark, what's the big deal?" Adrien complained. "We're gonna be here all week." "Just do this, for me. Okay?" Adrien, Daniel, and Anika looked around the crowd. Even in the light of the bonfire that had been built, it was difficult to make out faces. Adrien put his hand on Mark's bare shoulder. "There he is," he whispered. "Over on the right. He's the one playing the flute." Mark was not surprised to see Paul's curly black hair, which was just like Adrien's, only longer. His own red hair was similar to Skeld's. Mark was surprised when someone landed on his back and wrapped his arms around his neck. He stumbled forward but caught himself before he fell. "Reggie!" "Hey, dude! Mush that way." Reggie pointed, then slapped Mark twice on the butt like he was a jockey, prodding a horse. "Ashton's already here, and he's going to do a magic show in, like, two minutes." Mark leaned forward and twisted quickly, extracting himself from underneath Reggie. "I'll catch up with you. I gotta do something, first." "Alright, but I'm taking your brother hostage until you show up." Reggie bent over and thrust his shoulder into Adrien's belly, stood up, and carried the boy off. Adrien pounded on Reggie's back and protested, but he was laughing too hard to be convincing. "Come on, Mark!" Daniel pleaded. "Let's go see Ashton!" Anika added. "Alright! Just point out Erik to me, first." Daniel and Anika anxiously searched the crowd. There were people dancing, talking, laughing. Musicians took turns showing off their skills. Anika tugged on Mark's hand. "He's the big man throwing the log on the fire. The one with the blond hair," Anika informed Mark. "Can we go, now?" "Yeah," Mark said, quietly. "Let's go." He put a hand on each of his siblings' heads and stroked their blond hair before giving them a gentle nudge and taking off in a trot. The twins raced after him. Mark lay awake in his tent. Adrien was half-draped over him, snoring softly. Daniel and Anika were snuggled together on the other side. He listened intently to the night sounds: crickets; frogs; small animals scurrying about; an occasional owl. Beneath it all, he heard whispering. The sound was coming from his parents' tent. "Remember to pull out." Grunting. "You're getting close: I can tell. You better pull out!" A frustrated sigh, followed by gasping. "How does it feel knowing that they get to cum in me and you don't?" Mark awoke to more whispering and hushed giggles. Without moving the rest of his body, he slowly opened his eyes and turned his head just enough to see across the tent. Anika was naked, on her back, with her legs spread. Daniel was on top of her, awkwardly grinding his stiff, two-inch penis against his sister's labia. His penis was sliding across the top, rather than penetrating her, but the two seven-year-olds were obviously enjoying themselves. Mark had seen his siblings doing this many times, before--ever since they were toddlers. His parents thought it was cute; Adrien thought it was gross. Mark found it amusing. Mark whispered harshly, "Knock it off, you two! You'll wake up Adrien!" "They already woke me up," Adrien murmured, without opening his eyes. Daniel climbed off of Anika and pounced on Adrien, rolling him away from where he had been cuddled up to Mark. Adrien tried to fight back, but the surprise attack had given Daniel the advantage: He had Adrien's shoulders pinned with his knees and was alternately poking and pulling on Adrien's ears and nose. Mark came to Adrien's rescue by grabbing Daniel's ankle and dragging him off of Adrien. That's when Anika threw herself onto Mark's back and wrapped her arms around his head. The ruckus that followed threatened to overturn the tent. None of the children noticed the tent door being unzipped, but they were instantly shocked by the sensation of ice and water dousing their bare skin. "Hey!" They all scrambled off of each other, sat up, and looked in the direction of this new attack. "Daddy!" Daniel chucked some ice at Tim's head. Mark and Adrien immediately looked around for ammunition, too, but Tim retreated from the tent before they could let loose. The four children filed out of the tent in pursuit of their attacker but were ambushed by Mom. Michelle had a bucket of cold water from the stream, and she let the children have it all as they exited the tent. The sudden chill halted the battle. "Hey! That's not fair!" Michelle couldn't help but laugh as Daniel stuttered his objection. She wrapped him in a towel and a warm hug before he could protest any further. She dried and hugged each child, in turn. Mark was quiet during breakfast. Michelle noticed his somber mood and invited him for a walk while the others cleaned up. "So, what's going on behind those dark eyes, son of mine?" She stopped, knelt in front of Mark, and ran a finger down the length of his nose, then kissed him gently once on each nipple. She rubbed one hand across his chest, then down to his belly while her other hand softly caressed his butt. "Mom..." Michelle waited patiently for her son to find words for his thoughts. Mark took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Is John my father?" Michelle smiled up at her son. "Yes, dear." "But what about Dad?" "Daddy loves you very much, Mark. He always will. But John is the one who made me pregnant with you." "And Adrien? Daniel? Anika?" "Paul is Adrien's father, and Erik made me pregnant with the twins." In answer to Mark's puzzled look, "I saw you, last night, at the dance. I know you know about the others." "Don't you love Daddy?" "Oh, sweetie, I love Daddy very much, and he loves each of you as much as if you were his very own." "So, Daddy knows I'm not his son?" "Of course, he does, but, in his mind and in his heart, you are his son. I'm sure you know how much Mommy loves sex." Mark blushed and looked away from his mother. When he looked back, she was smiling at him. "Well, before we were married, Daddy knew that, too. In fact, that's one of the things he really liked about me. He knew I could never be happy with just one man, but he wanted to marry me, anyway. "We're husband and wife, but I also have lovers, such as Uncle Steve and Uncle Rick. You know I have sex with them, when they visit, and you don't worry about that." "Yeah...but I didn't connect the part about sex and babies--not really--until yesterday." "Honey, you've known where babies come from longer than that." "I know, but it didn't really make sense to me, before--not completely. Now, I get it." "Nothing changes. Daddy is still your daddy, but I thought you were getting old enough that you should learn about your father. You can love him without loving Daddy any less. You think you can handle that?" Mark thought about it seriously. After a long pause, he smiled at his mother. "Yeah. It's kinda like I have two dads. That's pretty cool, actually." Michelle stood up and hugged her son tightly, then held him at arm's length. "You let your brothers and sister figure it out on their own, right? They're too young to fully understand, but it'll become clear to them soon enough without you telling them." "But Mom, Adrien's only a year younger than I am!" "I know, but you're a lot more than a year more mature than he is. You leave them alone to figure it out for themselves, understood?" "Okay, Mom." "Now, go hug your daddy, and tell him you love him, then run off to see your father. I'm sure he could use a hug and an 'I love you', too."