Chapter 105

December 13, 2017

[Written December 14]

Dad picked the ten of us up in front of the school, after which we picked up Civia, then went to the gym for our weekly workout. Cera’s father picked Brit and her up when we were done, while we dropped Brett at his house. Meka drove herself home to prep for going to see Jim. Both Moms got home before us and had dinner mostly prepped by the time we six girls got showered, dressed, and in the kitchen. Kalina arrived right then and took off with her daughter. We went through the stripping process with very little fondling ... relatively so, anyway.

We had been eating dinner for nearly five minutes when Heather put her utensils down, backed away from the table, and stood from her place at the head.

Gracey asked, “Where are you going?”

She didn’t respond, simply walked around the table to the foot where Dad was sitting tonight, just to my right. She motioned to him to back up. When he did, she climbed into his lap and straddled him, her right hand reaching into his lap.

I could just hear Mom’s breathy whisper, “Oh, my god.”

Heather leaned into Dad and began kissing him, and I could see her hand working on Dad’s cock, which was responding rapidly. Dad put his utensils down, then wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her back aggressively. Not quite a minute later, while her mouth was still attached to his, Heather lifted her pelvis, shifted Dad’s cock to her center, then began slowly sliding down onto it. They began slowly, gently, but I expected her to pick up the tempo. However, despite Dad gripping both of her adorably cute ass cheeks and began helping her rise and fall on his cock, she maintained a stately pace, particularly for her.

I could hear Mom’s quiet exclamations and bludgeoned a small portion of my brain trying to remember if there was a phone at the table. However, I felt it more important to watch my wife have the exhibitionistic sex that she enjoys so much, to watch the sex she had initiated with her adoptive mother’s husband, while that adoptive mother sat in a chair one chair up and across the table from my seat and was probably watching with joy and extreme lust. I watched one of my mom’s adoptive daughters ride her husband’s cock like she had done so many previous times and in so many other places, but not ever quite there, not during dinner, and not without going for it quickly.

Some or all of us had seen Heather suddenly climb onto Dad’s cock many times in the past few months, but she usually went after an orgasm with abandon. Some or all of us had seen Dad pound her on the table and send her to a loud, squealing cum in less than two minutes. This time, she maintained a relatively slow bouncing speed, giving out occasional sighs and moans, sometimes into his mouth, sometimes over his left shoulder. While I now know, I did not know then that she slowly bounced on Dad’s cock for nearly eight minutes, making frequent changes in angle of attack, in depth, in swirling clockwise and the opposite. At times, she kissed him. At times, she hugged him fiercely, her head resting on his left shoulder. At times, she communed with him as she stared into his eyes. Dad seemed to understand, as he followed her lead. At last, though, she began a climb up the Stairway, a climb on which she encouraged Dad to join her. When she finally tumbled over the top, so unlike most times she climaxed, she was nearly silent as she came on him and he came in her, their mouths fastened to each other’s. When she was spent, Heather put her head on Dad’s right shoulder while he hugged her lovingly, but not tightly.

I looked away from them for the first time since she’d climbed into his lap and looked across the table, first at Liya directly across from me then at Mom to her right. Liya had a phone aimed at the lovers, apparently still videoing, as Sandy just gazed at them with an expression I thought might be love ... with an overlay of lust.

Eventually, and no one talked until that point, Heather lifted her head. She kissed his forehead, then looked at me with a satisfied smile, after which she turned the other way and looked at Mom.

“I just looked down the table at him, my vision shifted slightly, and I had a sudden need to show him how much I love him.” She shrugged, then finished, “So, I did.”

“And it was beautiful,” Sandy replied.

Heather and the rest of us returned to silence until Heather broke it again, saying, “And I love you just as much, Mom. I know that most might not think of this as love, but I know you will. I want to share him with you, Mom.”

Mom stood and by the time she was on her knees before the chair in which this young teenaged girl had made love with her husband, Heather had extracted herself off Dad’s cock and turned so that she could sit in his lap, her legs falling outside of his. The sight of Dad’s pearlescent semen oozing from Heather’s bare pussy caused Mom to groan loudly and then lower her face to the girl’s crotch.

After dinner and kitchen cleanup, Dad called a family meeting in the living room.

“All the dickering is done, not that there was much, and we are buying the Jacobsen house. I’ve taken the original blueprints to Niklos and he’s going to have them transferred into AutoCAD and will then lend us a laptop with a simplified version of the floor plan so that we can make the changes we decide are needed.” He looked at Liya, saying, “Niklos tells me that it’s not very difficult software, that anyone with a software bent and experience with similar programs would have no problem quickly learning it. Are you interested?”

“Yes! That sounds like fun. If he gives us a manual, too, I can learn it during break, or, if it is relatively simple, before then. I could justify skipping a pitch workout or two for that.”

“That would be good, as it would save some of the expensive architect time if most of that worthy’s time is spent just approving or slightly redrawing changes you make.”

Liya stood from the love seat where she sat with Gracey, stepped over to Dad, dropped into his lap, and wrapped her arms around him.

“I love you, Dad. I imagine that most men would not trust a young teenaged girl to do something like that. Thank you for your belief and trust in me. I assure you that if I truly don’t understand it, I’ll tell you.”

“I had no doubt, Liya Girl.”

That comment got a young teenaged girl ... another young, teenaged girl working his cock to full erection and then sliding her pussy onto it, as well as a bit of smooching and a very heartfelt, “Thanks, Dad.”

Liya gently rode him for a few minutes, then very slowly pulled off him.

“One of your daughter-lover-girlfriends has already gotten you to orgasm and I suspect your wives are probably hyper turned on and getting anxious, so I’ll leave this wonderful erect cock of yours for them. Like Heather, I felt I had to show you the thanks I have for your belief in me, a belief that greatly predated our sexual relationship and one of the main reasons I love you as I do.” As she climbed out of his lap, she added, “Due to the timing of dinner relative to our return home and showering, we girls have broken our rule about homework before sex. I think both Heather and I were justified in breaking that rule, but we do have a lot of homework.”

“Ugh,” Rhee grunted. “I was hoping this would turn into a lovefest, but, yeah, we’ve got homework. While some is not due ‘til Friday, tomorrow’s Celesteday, so...”

December 14, 2017

After homework last night, Heather was content to help Rhee and me into Nirvana, saying that, despite it being quiet, her orgasm with Dad at the table was very satisfying and she did not need to cum. When we were sated, we wrapped Heather between us in bed and drifted to sleep. I woke before Rhee and Heather and managed to get out of bed without waking Heather, a rare event. I spent a half-hour or so writing yesterday’s entry and this paragraph.

Because the family was planning on a slightly earlier dinner with Celeste and Meka, we cut our pitch workout shorter than usual. That also enabled all of us to ride with everyone as Meka drove BBC home with the Sprinter. Kalina’s car was in the driveway when we got home, so we each hugged Civia before she climbed into that car. We got what little homework we had left to do done, showered, then dressed for the competition.

[Added December 15]

Because of this week’s competition parameters, the whole family – plus Meka – was dressed rather similarly. Everyone wore long-tailed, somewhat translucent, button-down shirts, most without bras. Interestingly, both Rhee and Carol solved the problem of their more-see-through button-downs in identical fashion, ostensibly without consultation: very narrow tube top beneath the button-down that did little beyond hide their nipples. All the women wore brief bikinis of various colors that went with the button-down shirt color.

I was in the kitchen before I realized that I hadn’t seen Gracey and her outfit, so asked Liya, “Where’s Gracey?”

“She had more homework to do. She’ll come down as soon as Celeste gets here. She’s dressed, but frantically ... well, not frantically, but she’s very focused on revamping her summary for the English essay.”

Meka caught my eye and elevated her eyebrows at me. I sent a return shrug.

Mom said to Meka, “It’s somewhat unfair this week. Those of us with shorter legs are at a disadvantage, relative to those long, lovely legs you have.”

“Yeah, well, you can kiss your husband almost anytime you want. Some of the competitors don’t have that option.”

A few seconds later, we could hear Gracey galumphing down the stairs as she shouted, “She’s here!”

When she set foot in the kitchen, my eyebrows went for a walkabout up my forehead. Once I could manage to pull my eyes off Gracey, I looked at Meka who was waiting for my eyes wearing a smirk. I shrugged in reply, tilting my head toward my left shoulder, my response saying, “Yeah, she played us,” although I was thinking, “Good on ya, Gracey!”

Celeste walked in and, once Heather had taken her duster and backpack, we saw she was wearing a long, forest green men’s button-down with no bra. The darkness of the shirt made it nearly opaque, but the shape of her firm B-cup (leaning toward C) breasts was quite evident, as, while the tails were loose, the shirt was quite tight across her chest. The only other thing she wore after she toed off her shoes was a medium gray bikini bottom.

Celeste was looking at Gracey and was about to say something, but Gracey beat her to the punch.

“You’re brave driving here wearing just that. Well, that and your duster. I’d be ... scared to do that.”

“Well, it’s not that far and I drive very carefully. I’d hate to be pulled over wearing just this, even with my duster on. But, I have to say, Gracey, you look ... delicious. You have beautiful breasts.”

Gracey ducked her head in embarrassment, but picked it up after a few seconds, her face heated.

“Thanks, Celeste. That really means something coming from you.”

Celeste then asked the room, “What’s tonight’s wonderful dinner?”

Dad responded, “My wives were responsible for dinner tonight, so I’ll let them tell you.”

Carol replied, “It’s ready, so, please, everyone, pull up a chair in the dining room and Sandy and I will put it on the table.”

As we approached the dining-room table, I could see Celeste’s decision making on her face. She usually sits next to Dad, but it appeared as if she opted not to do so tonight, taking the chair at the foot. However, Dad then sat in the chair to her right. I glanced at Mom soon enough to catch a tiny smirk on her face as she set out two platters of food in the middle of the table, then returned to the kitchen. She and Carol carried two more dishes in, then sat.

Carol said as she picked a couple little balls of something off a plate with the implement provided, “These are fried zucchini fritters. The dish has a long and very Greek name that I would probably butcher, so they’re fried zucchini fritters. Take some of the tzatziki sauce in which to dip them. Oh, man, is that good! The main dish is moussaka, which may be something you’ve at least heard of if you haven’t tried it.”