Chapter 123

January 11, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

It dawned on me when I woke that we girls had not had sex with Dad in some time. I thought things would get less hectic once school restarted. Before heading to school, everyone assisted with moving the various furniture out of the dining room and the master bedroom in anticipation of the construction crew arriving this morning to take down the outside wall of the ground floor of the house. The parents had packed last night and were moving to the Devlin house for the interim. The Thursday get-together would be held in the J house, but we will have to move subsequent get-togethers to the Devlin house, as the J house remodel will start on Tuesday. Apparently, we’ll be hosting as many as three construction crews in the two houses. After these two houses are done, one or two of the crews will tackle the former Arnold house.

Civia asked, “When will the remodeling be done?”

Carol replied, “Unless there are problems, early February.”

Kalina picked Civia up at the gym, and upon our returning home, the construction crew looked like it was breaking down for the day. Meka had to park on the street, as our driveway was blocked with various construction stuff. We would have gone straight to the J house, but we wanted, perhaps needed, to use the big shower at home.

When we stepped into the shower, Meka said, “It’s a little embarrassing, but I’d like to request being the chest washer ... for everyone except me.” I beat the other girls and wrapped myself around Meka, so was holding her when she added, “Please, don’t take this as blanket permission for ... touching. However, as I told Beth last night, I may very well be joining you girls soon, although that decision is somewhat dependent upon what my dad says when I talk to him this weekend.” She cut off the cheering, saying, “It’s been getting tougher and tougher to keep myself from simply giving in to what my mind keeps imagining, and this request shows how difficult it’s getting for me. My rationalization for this, and it’s certainly a rationalization, is that I would eventually do this for everyone in the course of taking showers with you, anyway. Liya, if you would do me, I’ll do everyone else afterward.”

Liya gave her that smile, then stepped behind Meka as I released her, soaped up her hands, then reached around and washed Meka’s chest, spending no little time making sure her breasts were particularly clean. The rest of us watched Liya’s hands. I wished they were my hands and I have little doubt that the others did, too. We were in the shower for nearly 20 minutes, as Meka was a little profligate with her time washing our chests.

As we were drying, Meka said, “I really enjoyed that, from Heather’s pretty little titties to Rhee’s small melons. You girls are just too alluring, too tempting!”

Gracey replied, “I think I speak for all my sisters: That felt incredible, and you got my motor running at high revs.”

Heather responded, “Hear, hear!” She paused, then said, “What are you wearing tonight? We’re all going fairly minimalist.”

“Yeah, with the shower turning me on, I’d like to join you in that. Rhee, could I borrow a short skirt? I don’t have anything like that here.”

“Meka,” Rhee replied, “we consider you a sister, and anything that’s ours is, by definition, yours if you want it. We don’t generally trade a lot of clothes around, as we’re all different sizes, but wraparound skirts are nearly one size fits all. Will you be comfortable with a very lowrider skirt?”

“Sure. We’re supposed to be showing off our firm abs.”

“The skirt I have in mind will certainly do that.”

Various aspects of that discussion meshed with a couple other things in my mind, including that Celeste had gone back to her apartment for some stuff, and that caused me to text her a minor request. She replied in the affirmative. As Rhee, Heather, and Meka entered our bedroom, they brought an ongoing discussion in.

Meka asked, “So, do you shave or ... what?”

“Depilatory,” answered Heather. “It’s pretty easy in the shower, so we do it frequently. Hair in your teeth is bad enough, but stubble on your tongue is worse.”

Meka looked thoughtful, then shrugged. She wore a white halter top that she paired with Rhee’s not-quite-too-short black wraparound skirt, and she had the skirt riding very low. It covered her mons, but not much above it. If we weren’t already turned on from the shower, that would have done the trick, with those long legs and long torso all being mostly bare. I did not see her don a panty.

I went for one of the tube tops that Liya’s been making like crazy. She has figured out how to put windows in them. I chose the one that’s not quite red enough for fuchsia that completely covers my breasts but has a window at my somewhat minimal cleavage. I paired it with my medium gray wraparound. No panty. Rhee also went for one of her Liya-made tubes, this one being emerald and with windows showing sideboob. She chose her soft, form-hugging short shorts in charcoal.

Meka responded to the shorts with, “Girl, those might be too tight.”

Rhee looked down, then up at Meka and responded, “What? My lips? Everyone who will see me tonight has seen me naked, and only Celeste and you have not had your faces down there.”

Meka shrugged while replying, “There is that.”

Heather went quite minimalist, wearing a strapless baby blue bikini top that was so small that it barely covered even her little boobs. She opted for her very brief hot pink panty. As Meka was staring at Heather’s outfit, Gracey and Liya walked in.

“Oh,” Liya exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were going that minimalist. I’ll be back.”

Gracey was wearing one of her windowed tubes that showed a lot of cleavage. She paired the yellow tube with a short black wraparound. When Liya returned, she was rocking her slightly see-through medium gray button-down that extended only a couple inches below her breasts with her soft short shorts like Rhee’s, but in a red that leaned just a bit toward pink.

“Damn,” exclaimed Meka. “You girls look so good.”

Gracey replied, “As do you. Mmm, yummy.”

We were just starting down the steps when we heard Celeste come in the back door saying, “Hi, Honey. I’m home.”

That caused us to pick up our speed, chuckling all the way; we met her in the living room. Everyone got hugs, with Heather being last.

After her hug, Heather asked, “May I take your duster?”

Celeste grinned at her, as this had become nearly de rigeur for her arrival.

As she turned, I said, “It’s warm enough to not need that coat.”

“Oh, I needed it to drive here.”

When Heather pulled the duster off her, we understood what she meant. We stared for a while, until Meka said, “Damn, Girl! I can see why you wore the duster.”

Celeste was wearing a pink-and-gray paisley bandana top tied behind her back that hung loosely in front. A bit of sideboob was visible on either side of the top, with the point of the bandana not reaching her belly button. The only other thing she was wearing was a brief, black bikini bottom. From behind, the only bits of skin not visible were the little behind the ends of the bandana top tied across her back and most of her lower cheeks; a bit of crack poked above the top of the brief and slivers of cheek hung out the bottom.

“You look delectable,” I told her.

“You do, too. As do all of you.” She looked around, shook her head slowly, then said, “This is a really silly thing we do, but I so much enjoy it because I feel like I get a chance to relive my high-school days without all the crap I screwed up. If I’d have had you girls as friends, then, I might have done a better job of being a person. Oh, I was popular, but not for the right reasons.”

I stepped into her, hugging her tightly, a hug she returned with interest. Each of us got hugs, after which we traipsed across the yards through the post-sunset twilight to the J house. As we filed into the living room, Dad and the Moms just stared at us. Well, Carol did more than just stare.

“DAMN! You all look ... incredible. Imagine the furor you’d create at school ... either of them.”

She was wearing green boy shorts and a button-down like Liya’s in most respects, except not at all see-through. Sandy was rocking one of her briefer bikinis, one she had worn in the hot tub on many a Thursday night. Dad chose ... Well, Mom might well have chosen his outfit, but he wore a turquoise T that had been altered by cutting off everything below his chest and one of his more daring swim trunks, trunks in which he was already showing he was at least a little excited.

“What’s on the menu, tonight?”

Mom looked at Celeste and responded, “I wouldn’t mind if it were you.” That was met by some nervous chuckling, but she added, “Don’t worry if you experience a wardrobe malfunction with that top. I think that Heather’s competition parameters are fine with the occasional temporary abrogation.” She stared at Celeste until she nodded at Sandy, then answered, “Soft tacos a la Williams. In other words, we have lots of soft taco shells and lots of different ingredients ready to be put into those shells. It’s all ready and waiting, if we can get a bunch of help carrying stuff to the dining-room table.”

Mom was not kidding about “lots of different ingredients.” There were strips of chicken, spiced ground beef, rice, avocados, fried potatoes, kernelled corn, Bibb lettuce, shredded cabbage, and on and on. We spent quite a few minutes just carrying dishes to the table, then at least an hour eating. The eating time was sprinkled with conversation, but also in oohing and ahhing over and tasting of various combinations created by various of us. It was a gustatory delight.

“To paraphrase Civia, Best Taco Night, EVER!”

Carol replied, “Thanks, Heather. We thought it could work.”

“I agree with, apparently, both Civia and Heather,” Celeste added. “That was both incredibly tasty and fun. Also, as usual, it’s just enjoyable taking part in the conversation at the table with this family, which has made my time here in Elkton both more enjoyable and more fulfilling, the latter at least partly due to your encouraging me to contact Dr. Nadhi and offer my services. Thanks, everyone.”

Dad replied, “It’s no more than you deserve for brightening our table with your presence. The whole family has become quite fond of you.”

While I smiled at Dad’s comment, I also pondered the fact that he had made it, rather than leaving it to Sandy. Hmm. I wondered if he were going to put more effort into, essentially, seducing Celeste into the family. We eight young women went down to the basement to change into tubwear.

“Wow,” Celeste exclaimed. “This bed got a lot bigger. It’s even larger than the Monstrosity.”

“We call it a Semi-super Monstrosity. We needed the room, as we had a sleepover last weekend with Cera and Brit,” replied Rhee.

Heather added, “As you know, we’re setting this house up to be the large-sleepover location. We’ll have Semi-super Monstrosities on three floors here. Your room and Meka’s, as well as the first-floor bedrooms will have kings. I’m sure that we’ll never fill all the beds here, but we want to have flexibility.”

“It’s amazing what your parents will provide for you.”

Liya responded to Celeste with, “It’s amazing what being responsible teenagers can get from thankful, fairly well-off parents.”

“There is that. I was not responsible at your age. And I can tell you that this is a much better age to learn responsibility. I learned it at 18 and my lesson was somewhat traumatic. I sometimes envy you girls having a saner, probably more-fulfilling time of it. However, I might not be here had I had a different life in my teens.”

Meka replied, “I ... and we are not happy that your teen years had problems, but we are happy you’re here with us. As Charlie said, we’ve all become quite fond of you.”

I said, “We’re naked here ... Well, except for Heather, but you’re not. What gives?”

“Like Heather, this is my, as you call it, tubwear for the evening. I can be a lot more flexible while I’m living here because I don’t have to worry about driving home in wet clothes. I can just walk across the yard.”

“Okay, then,” Liya stated. “I guess we’ll just climb into our tubwear and get going. But, in a couple weeks, we won’t have the hot tub for a bit, as we’re replacing it with a larger version. It seems the sudden great increase in the number of visitors here in the past half-year or so has necessitated quite a few changes.”

As we climbed into the hot tub, Sandy said, “All right, then. Judges, please whisper your votes in my ear.”

Mom’s eyebrows rose when Carol whispered to her. The last time that happened ... My brain cogitated fiercely until they rose again when Dad put in his vote.

“Oh, my,” I thought.

“I don’t know what I expected, clothing-wise, for this week’s competition, but I didn’t expect what we got, which was a unanimous minimalist interpretation of this week’s parameters. Your outfits are so similar in effect, that none of us can make any strong distinction. I knew I was having trouble deciding, but I thought at least one of the others would have a firm choice. Thus, Charlie, please provide each of our seven contestants with the prize each has won. Last time we had to do this, we did it in order of increasing age. This time, we’ll do it by reverse alphabetical order of nicknames, where available, by given names where not.”

Dad neither objected nor balked. He stood, his penis become more noticeable in his trunk, and stepped over to in front of Rhee, who was already standing. They wrapped each other in their arms and went at it. They kept their arms motionless, but the kiss was quite energetic.

Meka whispered in my ear, our eyes still glued to the kiss, “I find myself wanting the kiss, but concerned that I’m sorta cheating on Dad. When it was only around ten seconds, that was one thing. Look at them kissing. That’s not just casual.”

I whispered back, “You can turn it down, and no one will think less of you.”

“No. While I’m not ready for sex with him, I want that kiss.”

As Dad and Rhee released each other and he began stepping toward Meka, I realized that all of us had settled, mostly, into particular seats in the hot tub. This evening, the parents had shuffled a bit, but within the same three seats and Celeste had moved across the tub and sat on Sandy’s left, but most of the girls were in their usual seats, including Meka and me, although Heather was on the far end tonight, rather than around the corner from me. Meka’s hand had been on my right thigh, as per usual, and it had squeezed that thigh for much of Rhee’s kiss. She removed it as she stood to meet Dad, whose trunk was straining to contain his cock. The head had not crept out the top, but it was not far from doing so. The two wrapped each other up and went at it for at least two minutes.

He turned away from me to head to Liya, so I could not see the front of his trunk. As those two began kissing, Meka’s left hand returned to my thigh. However, this time, that hand wandered quite a bit, running up and down my thigh, as it often does, but also moved side to side. I spread my legs a tiny bit to allow more room for her hand between my thighs as we both watched Dad and Liya kiss. She even moved that hand around my right hip and onto the upper parts of my right butt cheek. When I moaned, I found I had closed my eyes, so quickly opened them and glanced at the Moms to see if they had heard me. They were engrossed in the kiss, which ended shortly thereafter.

As Dad stepped over to Heather, I saw raised eyebrows on Celeste, Gracey, and Rhee; I could not see Heather through Dad. I assumed that those eyebrows indicated that Dad’s cockhead had made an appearance, and Rhee later confirmed that supposition. Heather stood on the seat and when he got to her, she wrapped both arms and legs around him, forcing him to put one arm under her butt.