MELLY writes-- Mel here. My turn to slip some input into this story. I want to tell everything Art and Elaine didn't know about because Adam was too prudent to tell them. Well, I didn't tell anyone either, because it was nobody's business but ours. But now Addy's gone and I want to tell about him and me. Need to, have to. I'm proud of my love for him and have absolutely no shame about admitting that I was hot for his big hairy body. Okay, I guess this might get kind of raunchy, some people I know might read it, could even be embarrassing later on, but I don't care. I won't censure this, otherwise I can't really tell anything about what we felt or what we did. Just a sec..."fuckshitpispussyprickass"...there, now I don't have to worry about keeping this story clean, because it's already too late. Gives me some elbow room to work in. Okay: I've adored Addy since the first time I saw him. I can still remember first meeting him, even though we were only 3 at the time. There's not much else I remember from that age, except that image of HIM--big and fuzzy and smiling with beautiful eyes and my hand pressed over his thumping heart--it's like a scene from yesterday. Art has written about it, so it's not just something I imagined, it really happened: we fell in love then. Or at least, I did. You already know how we grew up together, Big Twin Brother, blah blah blah. Let's get to the good stuff. I guess that we've always had a somewhat erotic relationship, Addy and I, even when we were little kids. Kids do, you know--who hasn't played doctor, or wanted to anyway? Okay, we weren't having sex or anything, but we were pretty relaxed about nudity and physical contact, casually interested in each other's bodies. I always thought Addy's body was beautiful, which some people think is weird, I guess. We knew about sex. Well, I sure did: since my folks were ultra liberated in their own sexuality--especially Dad--so they didn't mind so much if I saw them making love. Mom was a little more shy, but Dad told her that kids in other cultures grow up seeing it, just part of nature. He believed in abolishing prudery and inhibition...back then, anyway. Boy, it sure worked with me: I thought sex looked like Wonderful Fun. There was a period when Mom and Dad were practicing Tantric Yoga out in the woods along with Art and Elaine (hmmm, not sure if I'm supposed to tell about that, well, screw it, this is my chapter). Anyway, sometimes Addy and I would sneak out there and watch them. Addy can move through the woods without a sound, I'd be on his back. But they finally caught us peeking because we ended up giggling. Anyway, we knew all about what goes where. I guess we were scandalously young when I first suggested to Addy that we try it out, just for fun. He wasn't ready, too pure to be horny, I guess. Okay, we were only 12. Otherwise, well..I would have had him there and then. Awful, I know--Addy's the Bigfoot, but I'm the monster. My Dad began to get after me about just how horny I acted with Addy. We'd be naked at the lake, for instance, and I'd just lay down on Addy like he was my big air mattress, spread out all over him and Dad would get totally pissed off about that. He'd talk about "improper behavior", stuff like that, which was weird coming from him. I mean, he used to be THE reigning champion of improper behavior. Actually, Dad started getting negative about Addy and me pretty early. Thinking back on it, he might have been justified--I was totally in lust with this hairy squatch and could hardly wait to deflower & marry him, in that order. And I mean ever since...well, since I met him at 3 years old. I guess I was kinda obsessed with Addy, emotionally and sexually, and that scared Dad. He finally blew up and told me that I could neither have sex with nor marry Addy, not even when I grew up, because blah blah blah. Okay, he was probably justified in a way, I'm sure I had a pretty unrealistic view of any future as the mate of a squatch. But Mom was never against Addy and me, she knew we had a special thing going. She figured Addy I were cosmic mates. She believed that we were destined to be together for some reason yet unknown to us mortals. So she always treated Addy as my boyfriend, as her future son-in-law. She kept Dad calm about Addy and me, convinced him that everything was as it should be. But then she died in that damned car crash and everything changed. When Mom died, Dad crashed too and hard. So did I, but Dad was useless, so I fell right into Addy's arms. He held me and kissed me and was a good caring Big Brother, really affectionate. He was as wrecked about Mom as I was, had loved her as much as I had. Up to then we HAD actually been like brother and sister, sorta you know, casual comfortable easy-going no-big-thing, taken-for- granted stuff. I mean even the eroticism was casual, friendly, we loved each other but weren't IN LOVE. We were best friends, liked each other, were comfortable together. Well, I had taken my Mom for granted too and suddenly...she was gone. Makes you think about people you love. I guess Addy and I started getting really horny with each other after Mom died. It's hard to say just when, it was gradual, just a game at first, part of being naked at the lake. We'd comment on body parts, play grownup, tease one another. No actual sex ever really happening, it was all words. But you know how Addy is about words, he only says the true ones. So one day we were sunbathing at the Lake, close to each other on the dock. There were other people there, but we were off to one side. Addy said, "MmmmmMelly, you smell so strong--" He moved closer, his nose suspiciously near my lap. "Oh thanks a lot, Addy, you stink too." "--no no, not a stink, a really NICE smell--mmmm, wow, the nicest smell I've ever smelled." "So what's it like? Fish, I suppose?" "No, more like..." he closed his eyes "...like warm bread in the morning when you're really hungry. Warm and...sexy." "Oh. Probably just my pheromones," I said nonchalantly, showing that I too had a big vocabulary, "you're just getting turned on by my pussy juice." "I am NOT! Jeez, Mel!" "Relax, Addy, it's all right. You can't help it, you're just an ape in heat." "Well, it smells like YOU'RE the one in heat." he said. "Mmmm. I DO feel so warm and tingly when you talk dirty. Maybe I AM in heat!" I pretended like I was kidding. Anyway, that became our game: he was the shy, the prudish one, I was the daring aggressor. It wouldn't have been fun the other way. And it WAS fun, I could do or say anything and it was perfectly safe. Try that with some other guy. We talked about someday having sex, but Addy was insecure about the subject, not quite sure if it was really all right for him to be with a human girl (me) or not. Dad had been after us about that, made Addy feel guilty for even being Male. Addy was also especially worried that His Thing was going to be too big if he didn't stop growing, all that typical teen-age stuff. Anyway, I told him, "Look, if you're REALLY desperate one day and NO ONE ELSE will screw you, well then, I GUESS you can use me." I was only half joking. "Hey, that's really big of you, Mel." "It's okay, I'm planning on having lots of lovers, you can be one of them." "Gee, I hope I don't ruin you for all the other guys, though." "That's true, maybe I'd better only let you stick it half-way in..." Stuff like that, we got pretty raunchy sometimes, but like I said, it was all in fun.
Adam out of Eden