Chapter 114

December 27, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written December 28]

Rhee, Heather, and I were lounging in the Monstrosity after we woke when Gracey came downstairs.

“Come on. Join us for a shower. We don’t have an even number.”

Rhee and I donned shower caps, then joined the duos of Dad and Gracey and Liya and Heather. The two of us were in the final stages and were facing Gracey and Dad when they finished up.

“Wait, Dad. I want to wash something.”

Gracey lathered her hands extensively, then began washing his cock, slowly and sensually. Dad got hard.

She moaned once he was at full mast and said, “I love that I can turn you on and make you feel good, Dad.”

“Oh, Gracey, that feels so good.” He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feelings for a little while, then said, “I think I can use this for something I’ve been thinking about. Can I get you girls’ help surprising Sandy?”

“Of course, Dad,” answered Gracey.

He explained and we got excited. After we dried off, Dad spent about a minute with his cock in one of our pussies, then we all went downstairs, greeting Inez and Nira when they exited the GL bedroom as we were walking past the door. As expected, we found Sandy and Carol in the kitchen, with Sandy dressed for work.

Dad said, “Sandy Sex Slave, get on your knees and suck my cock for one minute.”

“Yes, Charlie. Thank you, Master.”

Behind me, Nira quietly said, “Oh, fuck.”

Sandy knelt and put his still-erect penis into her mouth, but grunted, then quickly backed off it.

“Charlie Master, you have pussy juice on your cock. Oh, thank you!”

“Sandy, if you can correctly identify whose pussy juice is on my cock, I will lick you to orgasm or for three minutes, whichever comes first, immediately before you leave for work.”

When she had completed the minute of sucking, she said, “Ohhh, I like this game, Master Charlie.” She obviously thought for a few seconds, then said, “Gracey.”

“You’ll be going to work ... without relief, unfortunately.”

Mom stood, then wrapped Dad in a hug.

“Charlie Williams, I love you so much. Thanks for that. I’ll pay closer attention to how our various daughters and girlfriends taste. God! I’ll really have to focus hard at work, today.” She looked around Dad and said, “Yes, Nira, I was serious about what I said concerning the family’s sex slave.” She looked back at Dad, adding, “I loved that. I look forward to many such commands, Master.”

She pasted her mouth to his and kissed him hard for more than a minute, after which we sat down to an oatmeal-and-grapefruit-halves breakfast. All four moms headed to work.

I spent much of the morning catching up on the diary, then joined my sisters in reviewing videos for 15 minutes before lunch. Dad had tomato soup and grilled-cheese sandwiches ready for us. Since he had eaten some of his lunch before we came downstairs, he finished first and disappeared into his room. We cleaned up lunch dishes, during which I whispered a suggestion to the girls, so after we finished, we walked into the parents’ bedroom.

“Dad,” I said, “we want to thank you for lunch, so please lie on the bed with your feet on the floor.”

We met Brett and Lana at The Cold Sweets at 1:30. Lana was quite surprising. She is a strawberry blonde, a couple inches shorter than Brett’s 5’6”, slender, and, as Brett had said early in fall, quite pretty. She has freckles, but nowhere near as many as Heather has. Her most amazing aspect was her startling green eyes.

She also insisted on hugging each of us after we’d each hugged Brett.

She said, “Over the years, Brett’s told me so much about all of you, particularly you, Beth. He first talked about you, then about you and Rhee.” She looked at Rhee and added, “He said a lot about you after you slugged that bully in 7^th grade. I so wanted to meet you two back then. Brett’s my favorite relative, and I wanted to thank you. Partly because of that, he opened to me more, asking for my help in becoming comfortable with girls. I had always teased him a little because he was so... ‘scared’ isn’t the word, but it’s sorta close. He was sorta scared of girls. Because of that event, we began spending a lot more time together so I could get him over his shyness.”

She abruptly looked around the parlor, then leaned in closer, and whispered, “One of the ways I got him more comfortable was by convincing him to kiss me.”

Each of us inhaled deeply in response, our eyes wide. I looked at Brett. He was scarlet and seemed to be trying to object, so I shook my head at him.

Lana continued with, “We didn’t do deep make-out sessions...” she looked around the place again “but we’ve kissed quite a lot. He’s gotten pretty good.”

Brett hissed, “Lana!”

She looked at him, put her right arm around him, then responded, “I’m sure it’ll be fine. They’re your friends. Besides, I’m willing to share.”

Her face broke out in a huge grin as Brett dropped his face into his hands and the five of us stared at her. Heather broke the tension by stepping over to Lana and wrapping her into a tight hug.

“Girl, you’re all right!”

Somehow, that encouraged a second round of hugs with Lana that were considerably friendlier than the first round. We walked up to the counter to find that Katie was not working, so greeted her mother and ordered. Liya suggested we get sundaes or bowls as it would make discussion easier, so we did that.

At the table, Lana continued her account, saying, “Last year he began talking about you, Gracey, and you, Liya.” She turned to Heather and added, “But he didn’t begin talking about you until this fall.”

“Yeah, we didn’t know each other before then. This is only my second year in this school system, and the only reason I know the girls is that I joined their soccer team this spring.”

Lana glanced at Brett, then leaned across the table toward Heather and added, “He thinks you’re incredibly cute ... and I agree.” When Heather turned red, Lana giggled and said, “Oh, you’re even cuter when you blush.”

We wound up talking at the table for nearly an hour, then continued our conversation as we departed the store, where Lana said, “I’m enjoying this. We don’t have to be back home until dinner. Could we keep talking somewhere?”

Rhee turned to me and asked, “We know Meka wants to meet her.”

“Oh,” Lana exclaimed, “I really want to meet her. Brett’s talked about her a lot!”

When we gave Rhee no push-back, she pulled her phone from her pocket and texted Meka. It went back and forth a few times.

Rhee looked up and said, “She says to come over and offered to drive them home.”

Lana responded, “Cool.” She looked around at all of us, then said, “I like you guys, so I’ll let you in on a minor secret, although it wouldn’t have lasted much longer as a secret, anyway.” She looked at Brett, who nodded, so she turned back to me and said, “I’ll be living at Brett’s house at least until summer!”

“Wow. That’s great. You’re in our grade. Right?”

She looked at Rhee and nodded, then said, “I don’t know how school will work, but I’m pretty psyched. My mom ... You met my mom. Right?”

I replied, “Meka and I did, along with Brit and Cera.”

“Oh, yeah. I wanna meet them, too. Anyway, my mom got a great job offer, but it requires her to spend at least the next five or six months in southeast Asia. She’ll be doing a lot of traveling there, including to Australia and New Zealand.” She furrowed her brow, then added, “I’m a little jealous. She told me it would be possible to take me as well as Dad, but that schooling would be tricky, and we all agreed I’d stay here with my cousin, aunt, and uncle. My Dad’s taking a leave of absence from his job so he can travel with her, although he’ll come back for a couple weeks in spring.” She slowed down, then inhaled and exhaled and said, “I ... I was hoping I could be ... friends with the ... lunch-table gang. From talking with Brett, I feel I know you to some extent. Brett says you’re all nice, and it would make changing schools a lot easier if I already had friends here.”

Again, it was Heather. She wrapped Lana in her arms.

“That will probably work, although everyone will be really jealous that you’ve kissed him a lot.”

“Really?”

“Sort of. All of us really like him, but...”

I interrupted with, “Why don’t we continue this in the Jacobsen house.”

I thought that if our conversation on the way to join Meka were lighter, perhaps this particular discussion would be forgotten. I did not hold much hope for that, but figured it had some chance. At least, the talk on the walk was lighthearted, and Lana returned to what I take as her more-normal, almost bubbly self. She reminds me quite a bit of Brett’s mom.

“Wow,” Lana exclaimed when we introduced her to Meka. “You’re taller than I thought, but Brett was right when he told me you were pretty. I’ve been so looking forward to meeting you, particularly after my mom got to meet you.”

The eight of us chatted for a couple hours and, fortunately, the discussion never came back around to kissing Brett.

When we were preparing to leave and Meka to take Brett and Lana home, Liya said, “Why don’t you go with them, Beth, so Meka has company on the way back.”

Meka rolled her eyes and said, “It’s not like they live three hours away.”

“I know, but unless you’re into a deep think, it’s always nice to talk with a friend.”

It seemed obvious to me that Liya was trying to give Meka and me a chance to be alone together, figuring that the whatever we have going would advance, even if only micro-metrically. Perhaps she’s as much into Meka as Heather and I are.

As Meka pulled up in front of Brett’s house, Lana said, “Thanks, Beth ... and Meka, for a great afternoon. I’m really looking forward to being in school with you.”

Given that Lana was obviously not a “stick-in-the-mud, I felt that the time was now to explain Friday.

“Brett, Lana, I have to explain something to you, so please try to hold any response until I finish.”

They both looked at me with questioning expressions, and I breathed in and out deeply and began explaining about Thursday nights.

When I got to the end of the first part of what I wanted to say, Lana exclaimed, “Wow. That’s ... I think that’s cool that your parents are good with that. I know my parents wouldn’t be, nor would Brett’s. You’ve obviously got a great relationship with your various parents.”

“Yes, it is odd, surprisingly so, but we girls have proven our ... our...”

“What Beth is trying to say is that their maturity allows their various parents to give them a lot more latitude than most kids get, as the girls have proven that they won’t and don’t take advantage of the various liberties their parents allow. So, it’s just a fun thing we do.” She looked at the two of them and continued with, “Yes, I take part, too, so I know whereof I speak. Yes, it’s a bit titillating, but it’s mostly just a fun little competition among friends.”

Meka nodded at me, so I explained about our asking Brit for ideas and how she had suggested both fabric paint and body paint.

“Oh, that sounds wicked cool! I wish I could take part.”

“Well, that’s why I needed to talk to you two. Brit won’t tell everyone what her plan is, but she did say that it would be quite ... sexy.” I looked straight at Brett and added, “She said your part would be as a model of sort. Rather, she wants your arms and hands as models.” I tuned to Lana and said, “And we could probably use your help in the ... whole production.”

“I’m in,” Lana exclaimed. “I’ll help however I’m needed.”

I looked a question at Brett.

“I’ll probably help, but I’ll need to know the specifics before I agree.”

“That’s perfectly understandable. We can come get you Friday morning. Can you be ready by 9?”

The two of them looked at each other, and Lana nodded. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was not sure about what I was relieved.

Lana looked at Brett then asked, “Would you two come in and meet my dad?”

Brett’s mom exclaimed when we walked in, complaining tongue-in-cheek that she still had not met the other girls. Lana’s mom was less on edge than she had been when we had first met her, and her dad was nice, and very funny. We left their house after 15 minutes or so. Meka pulled up to the curb by the practice pitch, turned the Suburban off, and turned to face me. We just looked at each other for some time, after which she tilted her head back while closing her eyes and exhaled loudly.

“You’re ... you’re ... too alluring.” She opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, “How do you do it? How do you know what to say, how to ... lead? You’re not even 15 and, in my estimation, you handled that perfectly. I don’t know what Brit’s plan is, but I know she’s really excited by it, and I know what she feels about Brett ... and about you girls. She wants Brett and she really looks up to the Go5, particularly to you. Again, I don’t know what she plans, but I suspect it will be... [she breathed in and out] at least somewhat outrageous.

“I assume you planned this meeting today so you girls could learn what Lana was like before she was involved – in whatever way she’ll be involved – with something that might be very ... not sexy, sex related.” When I nodded, she responded, “Good idea. I have my thoughts on how she’ll react, but I’d like to hear yours.”

I considered telling her that I didn’t have any particular idea, but knew she would not believe me, so I replied, “I think she’ll be fine with it, whatever it is, and I do mean whatever it is. She told us, quite openly, that one of the ways she cracked open Brett’s shell was convincing him to kiss her.” Meka elevated her eyebrows at that, but I continued with, “She also said that they had kissed quite a lot and that he has gotten, in her words, ‘pretty good’.”

“Wow.” She obviously thought for a few seconds, then said, “I can see her argument for that tack. I mean, girls have got to be less ... scary if you’ve kissed one a lot.” Meka shook her head in something like amazement, then said, “You might have some competition from her.”

“Yeah. She said that he’s her favorite relative, but in such a way that suggested ... Well, I inferred that she was interested in him ... romantically, and I don’t blame her.” I tilted my head back and breathed deeply, looked back at Meka, and added, “When she said Brett was a pretty good kisser, he hissed at her. She came back saying that she’d be willing to share. She said that in such a way that it could be interpreted as sort of joking, but I got the impression she was serious. I think she was not the only one under scrutiny at The Cold Sweets.”

“I think you’re right. She seems very bright and, perhaps except for her ... loquaciousness, she might fit well with the LTG. She’d certainly make a pretty addition to the LTG. Those eyes are incredible!”

“I know. I got lost just studying them a couple times. They’re somewhat like Heather’s in that they’re ... sparkly, and I love Heather’s eyes.”

“Yeah, they are wonderful, and I’ve gotten lost in them once or twice. They’re one aspect that makes her incredibly attractive when she’s really happy.”

“I’ve told her that very thing. Her eyes, her smile. And she’s so much happier now than she was when she began hanging with us. She’s grown so much on me.”

I had not been looking at Meka for the last minute or so of our talk about Heather, so it surprised me when she sniffled and quietly said, “Oh, god.” She was clenching her jaws, so I unbuckled myself, hitched up onto the console, and put my arms around her. She threw her arms around me. I put my head on her left shoulder and closed my eyes. We were still in that position perhaps a couple minutes later when there was a tap on her window. I sat up abruptly, hitting my head on the ceiling.

As I was backing into my seat, Meka hit the button to lower the window and said, “Yes, officer?”

“You might want to take that somewhere else.”

I jumped in and said, “Sorry, officer. Meka breaks down occasionally, as her dad is dying. My family is trying to keep friends and family around her to help her through those times.”

“Did you say, ‘Meka’? As in short for ‘Shameka’?”

“Yes. Do you know her?”

“I know of a Shameka Johnson who looks at least somewhat like this woman and that Shameka is an all-state center back on Central High’s team.”