Chapter 110

December 21, 2017

[Written December 22, 2017]

On the way to dropping Civia at her school, she told us that she’d text Meka and me once she heard from her parents and learned what they were going to do today. The day was much colder, so we ate lunch inside. I explained that we hadn’t broached the get-together with our parents, as the whole family was dealing with some house things and then there was a minor emergency with Civia, which I went on to explain.

Midway through lunch, Brit said, “My mom got excited by the possibility of a lot more nail painting and offered some brand-new polishes if we decide to do it, some glittery types and some new colors. She asked if we’d be interested in body paint for anything. I told her that I didn’t know, but that I’d ask.”

“Ooh, I’ve seen stuff online about that. It’s pretty cool some of the stuff they can do.” Kim leaned in and quietly asked, “Did you know that some people, mostly women, of course, have been in public wearing nothing but paint?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen some photos of that, but my mom is not in favor of that, as she says it brings some negative feelings about body paint.” Brit looked around and lowered her voice to say, “Of course, I’m also sure she doesn’t want me getting ideas,” after which she sat up and grinned.

Gracey responded, “Although you haven’t changed as much as Brett, you’ve changed since you began eating lunch with us, and I really like this ... more-open Brit; this happier Brit; this funnier, more interesting Brit. I think I can speak for the Williams clan members that we’ve come to like you a lot. We’re glad you’re in our lives.”

Brit was nonplussed, then ducked her head.

“Brittany Bernice Whitcomb! Head up! Shoulders back! Be proud!”

Brit’s head came up in shock as Liya got her but good. I saw a suggestion of a smile that vanished nearly as soon as I saw it, her face taking on a questioning look.

“How did you know my middle name?”

That caused us all some shock, particularly Liya, who sat back in deep surprise, then said, “I didn’t.”

Brit kept that almost blank expression on her face until she suddenly grinned and said, “Gotcha!”

There was much laughing.

Brit was turned to face Liya a couple places to her right, so when Meka, sitting on Brit’s other side, pulled Brit into her with her right arm around Brit’s shoulders and added her left arm around her waist, Brit was surprised, and flailed her arms a bit until she realized Meka was hugging her.

Meka said, “This table is amazing. It’s cracked open quite a few shells in four months or so. That was a good one, Brit, and it’s only rarely that I’ve seen anyone get Liya so well. I, too, like this new Brit, this Brit that’s becoming ... dynamic. If we get this get-together going, if you’re willing, I’d like you to do all my nails, particularly if you can come up with a cool four-extremity pattern. If you do, I’ll gladly wear sandals to school to show it off no matter the temperature.” As Meka released Brit, she added, “You should design a signature of sorts that you can add to the patterns you do for us. I know you’re not interested in nails as a profession, but you should still figure out a way to sign such wonderful work.”

Brit turned to look at her with what I can only call wonder for a few seconds, then leaned in and hugged Meka hard, putting her head on her left shoulder. As I was sitting across from them, I could see that Brit was silently crying while Meka rubbed her back with one hand and her hair with the other. It did not last long, and Brit sat up looking at Meka.

“Thanks. That was one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me.” She turned to her right and looked across the table at Gracey and said, “As nice as what you said, Gracey.” She sniffled, then added, “I’m so glad I started hanging here with you guys. Thanks for ... taking me in.”

Cera, sitting on Brit’s right, said to the table, “Although I haven’t had the ... challenges that Brett and Brit have had, I still greatly appreciate being part of this lunch-table gang.”

Heather let a few minutes pass, then asked, “Brit, have you done body paint? I think I’d like to try that. If you’re as good an artist with paint as you are with polish I’d be particularly interested.”

“I haven’t done much with body paint, but I have with real paint, you know, like on a canvas.”

Cera exclaimed, “She’s really good! She’s shown me some pictures of her work, so I’d have no problem with her doing something on me with body paint.”

“Oh,” blurted Kim. “This is sounding better and better. I’d be interested in something like that, just to see what’s it like, if nothing else. Hey! I don’t know how it could work, given time constraints, but it would be really cool if some or all of us could come to school some day with polish and paint. Of course, if we did that and it were a big hit, you’d probably get a lot of kids asking you to do it for them. So, you should think hard about whether you do anything like that for us. Actually, if you do something like that for us, we should ... Or, maybe not. I was going to suggest we pay you, and if you’re okay with that, I’d definitely pay you. I know you said you didn’t want it to be a job.”

Brit was shaking her head before Kim finished, then added, “No. I would do that only for ... my friends, and I wouldn’t feel right taking money for it. If you wanted to pay my mom for the supplies, which wouldn’t be that much, then that would be okay. But I bet Mom would be willing to give you the stuff as advertising. You wouldn’t even need to say where you got it, as she supplies most local stores that carry stuff like that.”

I jumped in with, “All right. It’s sounding like we need a get-together to have the time and ... privacy to talk about things like this. Brit, if you’d be willing to be our ... make-up artist, it looks like some or many of us would like to get a ... what did you call it, Meka, a four-extremity pattern? Perhaps that could also include body paint for those interested. Anyway, I’m nearly certain that we can at least have the day of the 30^th to talk about it and try some things out. I don’t see a way to get more than one or two of us to have some interesting body-paint job that we could wear to school, as, correct me if I’m wrong, Brit, I doubt that any body-paint job would survive a night of sleeping.” When Brit shook her head emphatically, I added, “To do that, we’d have to have a morning free ... or cut classes, which I’m not willing to do. I am interested in what you’d come up with, Brit. The ... five of us have some skills, but none of us are particularly artistic.” I looked around the table, then finished with, “Please don’t let us talk you into doing anything you don’t want to do. I saw how much work doing all our nails was. We do not want to take advantage of your friendship.”

The Paleceks picked Civia up from the gym and Cera’s mom picked Cera and Brit up. We drove Brett home, after which Meka had to make a quick stop at a store on our way home. She was in and out and once we got home, we headed straight to the shower.

Liya said, “Meka and Beth, Gracey and Heather.” She hemmed and hawed for a few seconds, then added, “I was hoping for a different randomization, as I’d like to make a suggestion about altering the buddy-wash system, though only when Civia’s not with us. I hesitate to suggest it now, as Meka’s not ... intimate with us, but I’m okay with her opting out even if we do change the system.”

“I’m not intimate with you, but, depending upon your suggestion, I might still be interested, even if your suggestion is sex related.”

Liya added, “My suggestion ... might slow the cleaning process, as I could see it leading to ... hanky-panky, but given the sexual aspect of our relationships, again except for Meka, I think at least the five of us would like it.”

Rhee said, “Get on with it. Meka said she might be willing, and I, for one, would not be at all averse to getting even a bit more – even if it’s only a tiny bit more – sexual with Meka.” She looked at Meka, adding, “I hope it’s okay with you that I, hell, all of us, think you’re incredibly sexy.”

Meka shook her head and answered, “I take it as the compliment intended, and I return the compliment, as you’re all quite sexy.”

Her answer occasioned surprised silence until Meka added, “Of course you are, and all of you should know it. You’re all attractive. You’re all fit. I find all of you sexy, in various ways. Beth verges on beautiful, Heather is probably the cutest girl I’ve ever seen, Rhee is pretty and stacked, Gracey is cute with lovely breasts and legs, and Liya’s cute, has the most alluring smile I’ve ever seen, and has a great ass. I know you’ve all been asked out by boys, and not just any boys. So, it’s not just me that thinks you’re all sexy.”

Liya seemed to be blushing, but held her head up, then said, “I suggest that rather than each of us washing ... her own chest, that the buddy does, and not with the loofah.”

I did not say a word and did not even look at Meka, as I would be the biggest immediate beneficiary of a new policy like that, and felt my pussy suddenly get wet in anticipation of washing Meka’s breasts with my hands. While I had washed her entire back side with my hands, I’d never even touched her breasts. The others all looked at her.

Meka was quiet for ten seconds or more, then responded, “That would be okay with me, as long as the group shower doesn’t turn into an orgy AND that all of the washing of other parts of me is done with the loofahs for the near-term future. I’m having enough trouble resisting you girls as it is”

That caused utter amazement to show on the faces of my sisters.

Liya shyly asked, “You’re ... interested ... in us?”

“Yes, as I told Beth last night. I told her she could tell you that, but I’m guessing that she didn’t have an opportunity, given Civia’s presence. I’ve asked her to keep my confidence on some other bits, so please don’t pressure her to tell you.”

I am sure that my sisters wanted to whoop and holler in excitement, but everyone mostly held it in, until Rhee said, “Second as amended!”

I was a bit surprised by that, but asked, “Any discussion?”

The four looked at me, all shaking their heads emphatically.

“All in favor, say aye.” After the resounding chorus of the response, I said, “The motion passes by acclamation. In future, the buddy-wash system shall have each washing the chest of her buddy with her hands, unless Civia is involved and/or someone that does not wish it is involved in the shower. Further, if Meka is involved, all non-chest, non-hair parts of her body must be washed with a loofah, not hands.”

Meka asked me, “Do you want to start with my hair?”

I replied in the affirmative and began that process. For the second time, I got to give Meka the sensual experience of someone else washing her hair. Although I did not intend it, the actions of washing her hair forced my breasts to rub against her back, almost causing me to moan. When I finished with her hair, the two of us rotated, and she washed mine ... then soaped up her hands. I did moan at her first light touch on my breasts, one hand on each. I’d had my eyes closed but opened them to see my sisters all watching Meka’s hands on me. I reveled in the feeling, happy that Meka was taking her time, which would mean that I could take my time with hers. I was looking forward to that. After a minute or so, she pulled her hands back around me and began soaping up her loofah.

Heather caused my eyes to open again when she said, “You might need this, Beth,” as she handed me a lathered loofah.

Since Meka had not begun washing my back, I leaned in and gave Heather a quick kiss. I washed my belly and, once Meka had gotten to my lower back, I began washing the fronts of my legs. Once the two of us were done with my legs, we rotated and I began soaping my hands, almost shaking with the anticipation of washing her breasts. They are smaller than Gracey’s, a bit larger than Liya’s, but with her larger frame, they look smaller on her. But they were firm and high and felt incredible as I slid soapy hands all over them. I purposefully kept my mind from wandering, as I did not want to annoy Meka by getting lost in fondling her rather than just washing her.

Meka said she’d dress in the bathroom, as she wanted to surprise us, so the rest of us went to our respective rooms to don our holiday-festive-but-titillating outfits. Rhee and I had bought each other Christmas gifts last month specifically to wear today. Rhee’s gift was a pair of forest-green, high-waist very tight tights. From just below my crotch, they were a tight mesh that revealed my legs, but with a strong green hue; the rest was opaque. I paired it with a slightly see-through, bright red button-down cropped to just below my breasts. I buttoned only one button, the one between my breasts.

Rhee wore the top I bought her, a medium green, sheer, lace bustier crop tube top. The cups were opaque, but the rest of it was lace, with that extending below her breasts nearly to her navel. It accentuated her bust in mouth-watering fashion. She paired it with her short, bright red, wraparound skirt.

Heather’s outfit certainly weighed less than either of ours, as there was not much to it. Liya had cut down her red-and-green tube top to just ¾ of an inch. While it covered her nipples, depending upon exactly how it lay it left areole above or below her nipples exposed. Because it was so narrow, Liya had had to slice the back of it and put in hooks to keep it tight enough to stay where Heather put it, although any rigorous movements would expose one or both nipples. Liya also modified the paler green pair of soft sweat shorts Heather had found at Second Chance Wear. They were so tight, she had to shimmy a bit to get into them. Unbeknownst to Heather, Liya had cut off the legs to within a half-inch of the crotch. Because they were so tight, Liya could justify making the front exceedingly low rise, as the back side provided lift and helped keep them up because the short completely covered her adorably cute little bubble butt. Rhee and I just had to run our hands all over her ass, which got Heather’s motor going.

“Hey, you’re gonna give me a wet spot if you keep turning me on.”

Rhee replied, “We can’t help it. You look, excuse my French, fucking sexy as hell in that get-up. Despite that you have less skin area than any of the rest of us, you’re probably still showing a higher percentage of that skin than ... Well, certainly than either of us is showing. Damn, you can’t be wearing even a half-pound of clothing.”

“Yeah,” I cut in, “can you imagine what your June self would say if she saw you wearing this?”

“I know,” Heather responded. “My six-months-ago self would have been shocked. But, damn, I like this. I wish I could wear this to The Cold Sweets. Oh, I know it’s legal, but only by the slimmest of margins. I bet I’d shock the lunch-table gang.”

Rhee looked into her eyes and said, “You really are the cutest girl any of us has ever seen, and you probably don’t realize how fucking attractive you are when you’re happy, with your eyes and grin shining. And when you combine that with clothing that you know shows you off, you’re the most alluring of us.” When Heather began to object, Rhee held up a hand, and said, “You need to wear this outfit to The Cold Sweets. We’ll have to go with you, if only to carry your money. God! You are uber sexy!”

Heather lost it a little, as she slammed into Rhee and tried to keep from crying. Rhee wrapped her up tightly. I was looking at Heather’s back side while she was wrapped in Rhee’s arms, and my shoulder imp whispered in my ear, so I extended my right hand, wormed it into the back of Heather’s shorts, and slid it down far enough that I could extend my index finger and caress her pussy lips, her already moistened pussy lips.

Heather threw her head back and intently whispered, “Oh, god.”

I managed to work my right middle finger up to the second joint into Heather’s pussy, although the process pulled the short halfway down her ass. I slowly pistoned my finger in and out along with a bit of side-to-side motion. Heather began moaning. During her third or fourth moan, Meka entered through our door across from the bathroom. I immediately thought about stopping but overruled myself. I could see her over Rhee’s right shoulder, wearing a very sexy get-up, but I doubt that Heather knew anything other than that her pussy was feeling very good. I decided to go for it, so dug my left hand between Rhee and Heather’s left breast and began pinching the now-uncovered nipple, all while increasing the speed of my finger thrusts. Rhee twigged to what I was doing, and also knew that Meka was in the room. She obviously agreed with my decision to send Heather to Nirvana.

“I know you’re an exhibitionist, but I’m surprised you’re letting Beth play with your breast and pussy in The Cold Sweets? You know Katie’s watching. Right? And that guy that works here is, too. Katie’s mom looks jealous.”

Heather interrupted Rhee’s story with a long, loud moan, one that told us that she was mounted on the Stairway and racing upward.

“Don’t worry. Liya’s videoing it so you can watch it later. Oh, and I forgot, Meka’s here watching, too.”

That did it. While it wasn’t a screamer, it was not a lot quieter than a screamer, but was punctuated by high-pitched moans rather than squeals as she flew up and over the precipice into orgasm. Heather continued to moan loudly into Rhee’s chest for a half-minute or so, then panted into Rhee’s cleavage for another minute as she came down from on high.

Heather stayed tucked into Rhee as she gave out quiet exclamations, then said, “You two ... You guys really know me. God, you can make me cum so easily, so quickly. That was ... really good.”

“It sounded good.”

Heather abruptly leaned back and lifted her head. Her face went red, and then Liya’s “That sounded like...” preceded Gracey and her through the other door. Liya’s sentence cut off, presumably as she noticed Meka, then said, “Oh.”

Meka cracked up, laughing loud and heartily for a good half-minute, then tapering off to say while looking at me, “You weren’t kidding way back when. She is easy.” She lowered her vision to look at Heather’s red face and said, “Don’t fret. I found that ... interesting and ... a bit ... stimulating.” She looked back up at me and said, “I’m surprised you kept at it when I walked in.” She looked past me at Liya and Gracey, adding, “And she looked me right in the eyes as she got Heather off. You girls are ... are crazy wild. I’ve never seen or heard a ... third-party ... orgasm before, but from what Beth says, you girls are used to that.”

Although I still had my right hand in Heather’s short and my left hand on her left breast, I jumped in, saying, “Speaking of stimulating ... or titillating, that outfit really is, Meka. You’re so sexy.”

She had something of a dark green Santa-like ... jacket, I guess, with fake white-fur trim. However, it was unbelted and open, revealing that she was wearing a bright red, open-cup bra that covered not much more than the areolae-width of her breasts [although she does have large areolae], with a red strap running under her breasts that obviously held the underwire. The bra tied in front and the wide ends dangled from the bow between her breasts. She also wore a bright red bikini panty with a dark-green, decorated Christmas tree on the crotch ... and that was it. Most of her long, dark torso was visible, and her gorgeous, long legs were completely uncovered, at least from the front. The jacket extended to mid-thigh behind her.

My words got everyone’s attention on Meka, and most of us were making fairly quiet appreciation sounds until Liya, said, “Damn, Girl! I think you’ve got the winner there, but think Beth undersold it. You are so ... fucking sexy.”

I pulled my hands away from Heather and stepped back enough so I could see well enough to pull Heather’s short back up over her butt. I then looked at our brown sisters. Liya was wearing a very tight red-and-green sheath whose hem fell only 3-4 inches below her crotch. I looked at her and twirled my finger at her, a request she obviously understood as she made a slow pirouette. The dress was tight on her everywhere, showing off every contour, molding tightly to her smallish breasts. It even indented a bit between her nether cheeks, and her ass looked lovely in it, to say nothing of the huge, long-oval window in the back of it extending from mid-back to just below the top of her crack.

Gracey was wearing a medium green tube top that was narrower than her breasts, thus revealing about a half-inch above the top and a half-inch of underboob. She had plastic-wrapped candy canes hanging from the top of the tube, with two in her cleavage that were hanging inside the top, but the bottoms of the candy extended below the tube.

When I looked lower, I had to ask, “Where did you find bright red Daisy Dukes? Or did you dye them?”

She grinned at me and answered, “Dyed them, but I’ve washed ‘em four times in hopes that they won’t bleed on me. I got them back in October specifically to wear them here for Christmas.”

“You know,” Heather inserted, “we need a lot more Daisy Dukes, and in various colors. Yeah, white ones work with a lot of tops, but I’d like some other colors.”

Rhee responded, “Yeah, they could be our default ... pelvis wear anytime we want to be sexy but need at least one pocket. Although, I would not at all mind Heather obtaining a lot more of these soft sweat shorts.”

Liya interrupted with, “But did you notice Gracey’s zipper?” With an eye roll, she added, “Our Gracey is such a hussy.”

There was much laughing.

“Damn, Girl,” exclaimed Rhee, “you’re getting truly comfortable with ... sexy and exhibitionism. You did a good job with the safety pin; I can only barely detect it.” She squinted her eyes and looked carefully, then said, “Hell, your mons is showing. If you weren’t bare, you’d be showing hair.”

Gracey blushed, but nodded her head, then looked at me, asking, “Is that okay?”

“Gracey, the whole idea behind the competition is to push the envelope, while remaining ... in effect, street legal. I didn’t think of something like that, and I wouldn’t have. Was that your idea?” When she nodded, I said, “And did you put the candy canes in your cleavage inside the tube because it would be easier for someone to take those by reaching inside?” When she blushed and nodded again, I said, “I second Rhee. You’re becoming ... Hell, you’ve let your personal ... sexpot out to play. Do you know how much your newfound confidence in yourself, your looks, and your body make you even more attractive?”

Gracey looked at me blank-faced, so Liya stepped into her personal space and said, “Gracey Love, Beth’s right. You know I was in love with you back in July, but I find this Gracey, this confident Gracey, even more attractive than the Gracey with whom I fell in love. You frequently wear that confidence on your face, and because you do I find you more attractive than I did back in summer, and I love you even more. That confidence is also very sexy, and it ... and you ... turn me on even more than you did in summer.”

Gracey stared at Liya for a while, then looked at me with a questioning look.

“Yes, Gracey. It’s part of the reason that the lines between the three of us and the two of you have become so blurry. Both you and Liya have become more confident in yourselves, thus more confident in your appearance, thus sexier, more attractive, such that, even though we have three of us to tame our libidos, you two keep overpowering us, such that we want to be with you two, love you two, all the time.”

Gracey widened her eyes in surprise, stared at me for a few seconds, then looked at Rhee and Heather, still in the clinch in which Heather orgasmed.

“Yes, Gracey,” Heather responded. “We’ve talked about it. We find the two of you virtually irresistible, now. There’s no doubt in our minds that part of that is the confidence. You’re now usually sure you’re sexy, sure you’re attractive. Remember, Liya, when you were sure you were plain? You’ve both changed, become more confident, in near lockstep because of your love for each other ... and I’ve done the same, because not only do I have friends, but I also have two pretty girls that love me. While I don’t see it in myself, Beth and Rhee both comment much more often about how attractive they find me. I think some is that they’re wearing love glasses, but, as I’ve been able to watch you two become more attractive, I accept that I have, too.”

I think we five had nearly forgotten that Meka was in the room with us, but we were reminded and surprised by her saying, “I agree. You have.”

A car drove up the driveway, reminding us that we had been gabbing for a while. We hustled downstairs and made it into the kitchen right as Celeste walked in the back door. She ran into Dad and the Moms exiting their room, so the parents got first hugs. When she stepped into the kitchen, she rounded her eyes and looked back-and-forth at the six of us.

“Dang, I think most or all of you have me beat. You’re all ... incredibly sexy, and I’m liking the competition parameters for this week even more, Heather.”

Celeste did not present it as a cue, nonetheless, Heather stepped up and asked, “May I take your duster?”

Celeste smiled, took a step past Heather and toward us, then moved her gym bag from her shoulder to the floor and began opening her coat. Once Heather had the coat, Celeste turned a slow pirouette. My eyebrows rose as she revealed the whole outfit. It started with green, red, gold, and white ribbons around her neck and dangling to and past her cleavage, the ends curled. Her top was a satiny, metallic-looking piece of red cloth suspended from a green spaghetti choker strap amidst the ribbons. The bottom edge of the cloth supported green spaghetti straps that tied in the back. The straps were loose enough that the material billowed around her breasts, but the strap held the bottom edge tight to her breasts, despite a bit of underboob showing below the strap, and pulled the sides enough that only a barest bit of sideboob showed. The top did not define her breasts, but was tight enough that every motion those breasts made was obvious.

Her skirt, if that word fits the clothing item, was two similar pieces of cloth, but of a shimmery, metallic dark green, attached to an inch-wide waist band. Actually, a mons-band would be a more-accurate descriptor, given how low-slung it was. Although nothing of her mons was visible, it left a large expanse of bare skin from underboob to mons. The two pieces of cloth extended to the side enough to eliminate any lateral views of her goodies – at least, any extended views, but left the sides of her legs bare. In fact, the lower strap of the top and the strap of the skirt were the only bits of material hiding any portions of the sides of her body from shoulders to heels. With the skirt band riding so low, the apex of her crack was visible.

“WOW,” Sandy exclaimed. “That is ... crazy sexy. I think we voters need to see all the outfits like this. Please, girls, in descending age order, turn a slow circle – in the middle of the floor where Celeste is -- so we can make an accurate assessment of the competition.”

As Celeste exited the spotlight, so to speak, Meka took her place and did a turn. She lifted the jacket hem so that we could see that there was a different Christmas tree on the seat of the panty. That also revealed that, like Celeste, the top half-inch or so of Meka’s crack was visible. Each of us followed in turn, with Heather’s wet spot still showing and Rhee being last.

Once we were done spinning, Carol said, “It’s going to be very difficult picking a winner tonight. All of your outfits are very different, but they’re all very sexy. I congratulate you all for putting some thought into this one. I’m also surprised in how ... either skimpy or otherwise very revealing every outfit is. I’m impressed with everyone’s nerve.”

Celeste responded, “You Moms deserve the same praise, and I really like the Bobbsey twins look.”

“Well,” Sandy replied, “we are sister-wives to Our Man.”

They were both wearing cropped white button-downs with a green-and-red checkerboard pattern on both sides and down the outside of both long sleeves. The tops were paired with short, low-rise dark green skirts with a white snowflake pattern. The skirts had angled hems, with one side extending nearly to the knee, while the other extended only a few inches below the waistband. Of course, Sandy was wearing the long side on her right, while Carol’s was on her left. They were both braless and, given the semi-transparency of the cloth, their breasts were not particularly hidden.

Dinner was blackened tuna as the main course, with diverse salad, lemon-roasted red potatoes with rosemary, and air-fryer green beans.