Chapter 108

December 18, 2017

Yesterday at the house, we asked each other why we weren’t eating our lunches outside at school, since it was nice and would be for another few days. We agreed to meet at a particular table outside today ... where we had some excitement. It started when Brett and Brit arrived at nearly the same time, Brett putting his lunch on the table next to me and across from Brit’s.

They had not sat, yet, when Brett said, “This morning I ruined your great work when I was trying to fix my mom’s blender. I scratched up one of my nails,” as he held out his hand to her.

“That’s no problem. I’ll bring that bottle to school tomorrow and fix it. Okay?”

Brett was about to answer, but a skinny kid an inch or so taller than Brett, said, “Aww, the faggot boy ruined his nails, and he wants his fake girlfriend to fix them. Poor baby.”

The kid tried to walk past him, but Brit stepped right in front of him, leaned into Brett’s right side, put her left arm around his waist, and said, “You wish you had even one girlfriend, much less as many as Brett has.”

She then reached up and kissed his cheek. I had stood as soon as the kid began spewing his hate, so mirrored Brit by leaning on Brett’s left side, making sure that his left bicep was between my breasts, putting my right arm behind his back, and kissing his left cheek. From that point, the guy seemed rooted to the spot. Rhee was on the ball and stood from the bench to Brit’s left, stepped to Brett, leaned against his back, hung her left arm over his left shoulder, placed that hand spread on what would be his right boob if he were a girl, put her head over his right shoulder, and kissed that cheek. Heather walked around me and backed into Brett’s front, grabbed his left arm, and draped it over her left shoulder making sure to have his arm lie between her breasts with his hand on her belly just below those pretty little titties.

“Jealous much, Ricky? Are you wondering if the ‘faggot boy’ has gotten any of this? The answer is ‘no,’ but only because he respects our wishes to wait until we’re all ready, as some of us aren’t quite sure they want to give him their virginities. However, despite being unsure whether to give it up to him, none of them are at all interested in giving it to anyone else, particularly anyone with the initials RR. So, why don’t you go find your lover and take your jealousy out on Rosy Palm. She might be the only one you don’t have to pay to get it.”

That struck home hard. Ricky was steaming and, apparently, thinking. Meka walked around the table and stood next to Heather and said, “You might want to think even more than twice, little boy.” She turned and kissed Brett’s forehead then turned back saying, “I’m not one of his girls ... that’s unsure. I’ll give it to him the second the rest of us are all sure. Gentlemen like Brett are hard to find ... and wonderful to find hard. Now, run along, little wanna-be Lothario, and take your juvenile mind and filthy mouth with you.”

Richie’s eyes went wide when she first stepped up, but they went wider as she finished talking. He did not quite run but wasted no time getting out of our presence. We rotated our heads to watch him leave, then burst into laughter.

As we began seating ourselves, Kim said, “That was WICKED! The absolute best part was the girl weighing less than 100 pounds soaking wet being the one to cut him worst. Heather, you’re fearless! And, Brit, you started it brilliantly! It was great seeing a bunch of freshmen girls take down Ricky Retardo ... with a little help from Meka, of course. Given the story about Rhee from middle school, I’m sure she wouldn’t have needed Meka’s help, but no sense in flirting with a detention or suspension. Meka’s right: Hanging with you girls is fun!”

Brett had been quiet and looking at his lunch, so I said, “Brett, are you okay?”

He shook his head rapidly as if he had been daydreaming and answered, “Yeah.” He gave out a single chuckle, then said, “You girls are amazing. I wasn’t sure what to say or do.” He looked across at Brit and said, “And you! You were so brave ... and quick.”

“I just told him the truth. We’re all girls and we’re all your friends.” When he flinched at that, she looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then added, “We’re not ready to be ... romantic girlfriends, but we do want to be more than just ... typical non-girlfriend friends.”

Heather jumped in, saying, “Brit’s got it exactly right. You proved Saturday night that we can trust you. Trust is big with us, probably with most girls. What we would like is to be able to continue to trust you. We would like you to be a very close friend, someone that we can sleep with, like Saturday night, and not have to worry that we’ll lose a really good friend just because he’s a guy. None of us can promise you anything, but when and if we look around wanting a romantic ... or sexual boyfriend and we’ve been able to trust you, guess who would be on the top of the list of possibilities.”

He looked at Heather for long enough that Kim said, “Brett. I just ended a long-term ... relationship, one that included sex, because I wanted more than that. I want a boyfriend ... a lover that I could also like thoroughly. Beth knows you better than any of us, but even she doesn’t know you that well. From personal experience, I can tell you that kids your age, particularly, but kids my age, too, don’t really know what they want ... as far as ... anything. They ... and we just haven’t lived enough, experienced enough to know, absolutely know what they want in a ... partner, Rachel being, perhaps, an exception. I didn’t know and I still don’t, although I now have a much better idea. Most relationships of younger teenagers don’t last because of that.

“As I said this weekend, these girls, these freshmen girls, seem to have their heads screwed on better than most that age. They seem to understand, at least somewhat, that they don’t know everything, including what they want. You could have incredibly good friendships with any or all of them, friendships that include laughing and sharing and soccer games and even sleeping in the same bed. Don’t mess it up.”

Brett stared at Kim, nodded, then responded, “I don’t know, either, and I have no plan to find a g-girlfriend, either among the ... the Central soccer babes or anywhere else. I’ve only just learned a bit of ... of h-how to be a friend to girls. I don’t know what c-caused you g-girls to think I wanted ... to change things, but I don’t. I’m happy with how things are; I don’t want to risk that for something I ... I d-don’t know how to make happen and I’ve only recently gotten over being scared of you girls without throwing ... that in.”

We all looked at him, and I glanced at Brit, who was wearing a worried look, so I said, “This is exactly why we should all go...” That wasn’t how I wanted to start, so stopped, closed my eyes, inhaled, and after I exhaled, rapidly shook my head, and opened my eyes, I said, “We’re friends, all of us, and we all want these friendships to continue, perhaps get closer, but without tipping into anything romantic or sexual. Brett, while the seven of us freshmen girls have not had a group discussion about you and ... any sort of romantic relationship with you ... for any of us, it’s something that the five of us have talked about because we’ve been a little ... worried that you’d want to go somewhere we’re not ready to go. While this ... discussion has been nerve-wracking, I think it could be good for all of us that we just chased down that rabbit hole. We’re your friends, all ... however many of us. We think of you as our friend, and we’d like to get to know you better and have as close a friendship with you as we can that doesn’t slide into anything ... sexual anytime soon.” I looked around at everyone, made a quick 360-degree look to be sure we had no eavesdroppers, and I asked, “Is that how everyone feels?”

Brett seemed relieved, and various of the girls nodded.

“Okay, we’re good, then. And, Brett, we have no qualms acting as we did with Ricky because we like you enough to defend you. However, I would not be surprised if there were widespread belief ... although that may be too strong a word ... that you’re gay, just because you hang with us and because it looks like you’re not intimate with any of us. If you’re confident enough of your ... sexuality and don’t mind horribly that classmates have that opinion, then we can let that pass or we can take a different tack with the Rickys in school. Rhee, Liya, and Heather can quickly go into attack mode, and it is quite easy to turn homophobic attacks against the attacker, as from what I’ve read, much of that can be attributed to the attackers’ own uncertainty or fear.

“If you’d prefer not being thought gay, we can have responses like the one today to any further attacks. Interestingly, that defense has secondary benefits for us. We’re not dating this year for a number of reasons. However, if we’re all linked romantically with that stud Brett Jacobs because of how we flock around him like bees to nectar, then we might not have to turn away as many advances or requests for dates.”

I could feel all of us looking at him, and I could see Kim’s not-quite-hidden smile, so I winked at her, which caused that smile to come out in the open.

Eventually, Brett responded with, “I don’t know ... how ... I or you girls should respond. I did like this response, but more because it showed that ... you girls do like me and because ... it was funny as hell.” He turned to Heather and said, “I’ve known you’re funny for a while and have suspected that you can be protective of your friends, but I’d never seen ... both those ... aspects so obviously displayed. That really was brilliant!”

Heather took three long steps and wrapped her arms around Brett and laid the right side of her face against his chest for a few seconds.

When she stepped back, she responded, “I enjoyed it ... because I got you draped over me so am now tied with Liya in that category!”

Heather broke out that sparkling-eyed, gamine-grin look of hers that indicates she’s enjoying herself and makes her as attractive as any girl I’ve ever known. When we girls responded with chuckling, Brett joined us, as he realized that she was joking. Liya had been quiet up to that point.

With something of her lovely smile showing, she said, “But you cheated. Brett didn’t really wrap himself around you like he did me. I’ll give you a half-point for that, but only because it was funny.”

There was much laughing.

December 19, 2017

[Written December 20]

The Jacobsens were packed, ready to go, and they came over for dinner. Heather immediately hugged herself into Horace, with her right arm going around Harry.

“I’m going to miss you guys so much. I’ve never had ... grandparents I liked. Thanks for being my adoptive grandparents.”

Harry replied, “We’re going to miss you, too, as well as all the rest of your adoptive family. We were quite happy here, but we’re just getting too old, too ... brittle. Please don’t ever let this get to any of our actual ... descendants, but you girls have been considerably more fun and interesting of late than most of our real family. We won’t be all that far away, and if one or more of you get the bug to visit, we’d be happy to put you up in some fashion or other.”

The evening was enjoyable, with good food and laughter, but it came to an end and the Jacobsens left somewhat early to enable an early start to their travels tomorrow.

Upstairs, after Meka had gone home, Rhee asked, “What do you think the parents are up to?”

Gracey responded, “They were being a bit handsy before they headed off to bed.”

“Yes,” Rhee answered, “they were. Do you think their door might be open? We haven’t visited them there in quite a while, and I’ve been wondering why.”

Liya replied, “My homework’s done.”

Chuckling, Heather’s blue eyes lit, and she smiled around the room, then headed to the stairs. The rest of us followed and found Sandy on her hands and knees on the foot of their bed, her face in Carol’s crotch and Dad standing behind her slowly pistoning in her pussy.

Heather’s, “Oh, goodie,” caused all of them to look at us as we piled into their bedroom. Heather caused Carol’s eyes to round as she climbed onto the bed, stood straddling Carol’s head, and looked down at her.

Heather asked, “Would you like some of this?”

“Get that cute, bare pussy down here,” ordered Carol.

Heather gladly obliged her, lowering her pussy onto Carol’s face, and holding onto the headboard. When I heard a commotion near Dad, I looked to see Liya and Gracey curl into either of his sides, putting right and left hands, respectively, on his ass to “help” him pump into Sandy’s pussy.

“Wait, wait,” Sandy said emphatically as she lifted her face from Carol’s pussy. She looked at Heather, who turned her head, and stated, “If you’ll take over here, I’ve got an idea.”

Heather answered by turning around and stretching out on Carol. The height difference made it a little tricky, but Heather began licking and otherwise playing with Carol’s pussy as Carol craned her neck a little to put her mouth on Heather’s pussy. Mom scooted over a bit, then turned end-to-end to lie on her back, her head at the foot of the bed. She encouraged Dad to slide to his right a step. Liya understood immediately, so climbed onto the bed, straddled Mom head-to-toe on hands and knees, and, somewhat to our surprise and Mom’s, leaned in to put her mouth on Mom’s pussy. Dad had not said a word but did not seem to mind trading Sandy’s pussy for Liya’s and inserted himself.

I looked around quickly, saw Mom’s phone on their dresser, so grabbed it and held it between Mom’s face and Liya’s pussy that now had Dad’s cock lodged in it.

“Given what might happen, Mom, I thought you might want this.”

“Oh, god, yes! I want everyone here.”

With no arguments from anyone, Mom became the sex meister, getting everyone to take a turn straddled over her with her husband’s cock slowly rocking in and partly out of each pussy. Heather and Carol had both cum due to the other’s ministrations before the rest of us had had turns being drilled by Dad. Interestingly, none of us girls even considered not following Liya’s lead in orally pleasing Mom, who found herself in a conundrum: Enjoy watching Dad’s cock slide in and out of the various pussies he was sexing up just a foot above her face, video that same activity, or get into the orgasm that various of us and the situation had her approaching. The post-orgasm Heather solved her problem by wiggling into the situation and taking over the videography from her. Rhee was the one entertaining Dad’s cock in her pussy and was mouthing on Sandy’s pussy when Mom quickly ramped up and over. In fact, she wound up out-orgasming Heather, getting three as five of us rotated in the position whereby Sandy could watch – at close range – her husband’s cock slowly piston in the various pussies. Of course, Heather did not really compete at first, insisting on being the videographer.

“No,” Mom stated. “I want your pussy in the show, too. Holy hell, this is magnificent!”

Once Heather had passed the phone to Liya and was installed over Sandy and had her mouth giving Mom’s pussy a good licking, Mom said, “Charlie, love of my life, go for it. Although I’m supposed to be licking the various junctions, I want to watch you cum in Heather’s pretty little pussy.”

We could all hear Heather’s muffled “Oh, god” as Dad increased his speed, which had him begin moaning shortly thereafter; Heather was also on tenterhooks. As it became apparent that Dad was on the Stairway, Mom got her hands partly under herself lifting her face to the junction of Dad and Heather, and began frantically licking, the rearrangement pulling her pussy out from under Heather’s mouth. Mom’s tongue on her lips immediately put Heather on the same Stairway. Dad went off first but was followed nearly immediately by Heather screaming her orgasm into Mom’s pussy. The combination of feeling Dad’s semen course from his balls and cock and into Heather and Heather’s loud orgasm set Mom off in what was the loudest orgasm I had ever heard her have.

The eight of us were all lounging in various places on our parents’ bed when Carol said, “Sandy and I have been hesitant to open this bed for ... the whole family, but that was spectacular ... and provides a suitable segue for some new plans we’ve been meaning to tell you girls. We’re going to do another remodel on this house.”

Various of us, including me, produced vocal expressions of surprise, with Rhee asking, “What? Where?”

“We started down this road because we were going to move the driveway east, making it go both here and to the Jacobsen house, thus enabling us to have a single entrance to what we’re now terming ... thanks to an offhand comment Sandy made a while ago ... the compound.”

Those of us that remembered that chuckled.

“Since we’re moving the driveway, we figured that would allow us some room to add on to the east side of the house, so we’re going to add five feet to this side of the ground floor, giving us a lot more room here in the bedroom. That will enable us to install our own Monstrosity. While we don’t know that Nira, whom we expect to ask for admittance to the family at some point, or Inez would ever be interested in spending the night here, it could allow for that possibility. It could also allow for another possibility that Sandy has always wanted and that I now want: room for one or more of you girls to sleep with Charlie in his bed ... with us present ... and I mean ‘sleep’ in both meanings of that word.”

There was much rejoicing.

When I looked a question at Carol, she answered, “Yes, both of us do want to watch Charlie make love with one or two of you at a time in our bed. While we know that the trio and the duo want nights with Charlie, Sandy and I would also like to see that in our bed, particularly now that you girls are becoming less ... squeamish about sexing us.”

“Yes,” Sandy agreed, “we want that. I thank all of you, as I’ve never before had six lovers orally love my pussy in one bout of sex. In fact. I’ve never had that in a single calendar day, and I got a spectacular orgasm out of it. Tonight was not the cause of our new plans, obviously, but it did reinforce my want in having more bed space should one or more of you want to share our bed.”

When she looked at Carol, Rhee’s mom continued her explanation with, “We’ll be splitting that extra space between our bathroom and closet, but the dining room and the master bedroom will each get all five feet. Certainly, recent events here have pointed out that we need a better way to deal with larger groups of people for dinner. We certainly need a larger dining-room table and ... yes, we’ll have to start in on another surface on which Charlie tables us all.”

There was much laughing.

Carol looked around at everyone, then shook her head while she smiled and said, “Isn’t this ... crazy?? She looked at Rhee and said quite soberly, “Before I could even begin letting your father know what I wanted with you and him, we were having problems. The stupid thing is, had he just been patient – and, of course – if you’d been interested, I was willing to share him with you. Charlie is much more deserving of that great honor than was your father. But I never thought I’d get to watch my husband have sex with all of you. This is so much better, and I really would like to see each of you in our bed.

“The remodel means that we’ll have to slum at our other house for the duration, which may mean that we move Meka somewhere else, possibly the Jacobsen house, although the two remodels would happen concurrently, or nearly so. Once both are complete, we’ll enclose all three yards with a privacy fence ... and gate on the driveway.”