Chapter 127

January 15, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written January 16]

The three of us spent some time just touching and kissing after we woke, while talking through last night.

After pulling her face away from the kiss she had given Brit, Char said, “Thanks for your efforts to allow for my uncertainty about ... all this. The romp with ... the Go5 was wonderfully exciting and sexy, but last night was ... I felt ... loved. That made it much easier for me to respond. You were wonderful, and I think I can say that I’m not nervous about you, now. That should also help me with Cera, as you made me know that there’s nothing to fear in ... the group of girls that’s ... orbiting Beth’s gang. While Gracey warned me that our ... circle of ... lovers might expand, I wasn’t sure that would work out.” She shrugged and added, “I’ve been mostly by myself since we left Elkton, and I got out of the ... habit of trusting Beth and Rhee. I may well be re-learning that trust, and I’ve certainly learned to trust you. God, you made me feel incredible, Brit, and I want to show you what you wrought.”

With that, Char pushed Brit onto her back, climbed onto her breast to breast and mons to mons [they are nearly precisely the same height and have surprisingly similar body proportions] and kissed her intensely while she ran her hands on various parts of Brit. Brit came right back at Char, kissing back and reaching around and fondling Char’s ass. That’s where we three were when Heather snuck quietly in the door, only to have her eyebrows climb into her hairline as she silently mouthed “Wow” to me.

I nodded at her, then turned back to my bedmates and said, “You two are being very hot, but this bed is too small to support an eight-girl orgy. You’ve already got Heather’s mouth salivating, and if she’s missing from the Monstrosity when the others wake, they’ll come looking for her, as she’s something of an orgy magnet.”

Char leaned back away from Brit, although Brit’s hands still had firm grips on Char’s cheeks, and said, “Oh, god. I’ve obviously been turned to the dark side. Damn, that felt great, and I really like that you’re still squeezing my bu ... my ass. Oh, fu-uccck, this is addictive.”

Brit, looking up at Char, replied, “So, will you be less nervous with my and our lover, Cera? Can you accept that you now have seven lovers, and that that number may climb in the short-term future, possibly even before you get back here next month?”

“I’ll still be nervous, at least a little, but I am beginning to think that your fantasy might become mine.” She closed her eyes and quietly grunt-sighed, then said, “And I love it that you’re still playing with my ass.”

Brit chose that moment to roll the two of them over toward me into the space Char had vacated to climb onto her and was now on top of Char. She laid full out on Char, her hands still holding onto that ass, and kissed her intensely while she subtly rubbed her chest slowly on Char’s. The two separated to pant and breathe deeply.

“Holy hell! Beth and the rest of them are dealers. They’re dealing group girl love and I can feel myself becoming an addict.”

Char just looked into Brit’s eyes, and the rest of us awaited what she would say next, as it felt like she was going to say something important.

“I don’t know that I love you, now, but I can imagine doing so, and quickly. I think the sex is not talking for me, but I accept that it could be. Ever since we left Elkton, I’ve nearly despaired that I’d ... fit with anyone else like I did with Beth and Rhee. I would probably have been as close with them as they were and are with each other, but the ... casual intensity, I guess, of their relationship ... scared me at the time. Yes, I did not understand that when I was 10 and 11, but I’ve figured out most of my reactions to them now. I believe that my reaction to them – both the positive and negative parts of that – kept me from allowing other girls to get close to me in GV. That had me unhappy and unsatisfied with life until I got the chance to reconnect with them last summer. I need to keep reminding myself not to push others away and be open to new ... relationships. Brit, you’ve helped me understand those various things more completely. I’m sure I’ll come to love you ... and our lover, Cera. Please, help me remember that.”

Brit looked deeply into Char’s eyes, then slowly eased her chest and face lower and kissed Char gently.

Once she had backed off again, Brit said, “When you move here in March, we’re going to be in your pocket. You know that. Right? You’ll be living here at Insanity Central where the love happens. Given that my mom let me stay at Cera’s for all but one school night last week and given that Cera’s parents have been happy to cart us to and/or from the presence of the Insanity Central reactor core, there’s probably a good chance that Cera and I will be here a big pile of time. I’m certain that Cera and I will fall in love with you as you fall in love with us. I’ve begun to think that no other course is possible here. Those girls just ... emanate love. And Char, it feels very right that you’re here. You belong with us.”

Char looked up at Brit, then began nodding her head slightly despite it being on a pillow, and the nodding became emphatic. At that, the bathrooms began calling us. I felt I couldn’t wait for the line in front of me in the upstairs bathroom, so bolted downstairs hoping no one was in the one accessible bathroom down there. I was fortunate.

I exited the bathroom and joined Liya in the kitchen and we began preparing for waffles. Eventually, everyone was in the kitchen, and we sat to breakfast. We dallied over that breakfast, enjoying our friends and discussing upcoming weekends and even the premier-team season. In late morning, something like all hell broke loose unexpectedly from what seemed a benign conversation.

Char was talking about her joining the sexual aspect of the larger gang and said, “While I know that none of you will think that I need do something special to earn my place in this ... family you’re creating, I will solve the problem that holds the Go5 back from committing completely to Brett. That will make it possible for the eight of us ... or however many we wind up being ... to have Brett as ... our husband.”

Brit leaned in and kissed Char, responding, “I want to help you with that, as none of us can be happy with him ... or ... perhaps he can’t be happy with us if Beth is not there. I also have my suspicion about what their problem is.”

I did not know she was going to say that, so was unprepared and was unable to keep myself from reacting. Brit saw my sudden start, my leaning farther toward her, my rounded eyes.

“Hmm,” Brit said as she looked hard at me.

Heather asked, “What do you think our problem is?”

Brit scrunched back into her chair and responded, “Will you ... the Go5 ... tell me I’m right if I voice my suspicion? If you won’t, then I’ll keep it to myself and gather more data.”

I quickly looked at Heather and found her eyes waiting, and she cocked her eyebrows at me. I was torn. Brit is quite smart, and she may well have figured things out, but Heather and I could not let our “problem” out of the bag without unanimous consent. I glanced around the table, then back to Heather.

She took that as instruction and said, “The Go5 vote needs to be unanimous and I move that we fulfill Brit’s request.”

I think my eyes flared, but as calmly as I could, I asked, “Do I hear a second?”

In the very brief time between my query and the response, I thought it odd that something we began doing solely as a lark and not intended to be serious at all, now seemed to have ... become serious, indeed.

“Second,” Liya responded.

I looked at her, which made me realize that I had expected it to be her that provided the second ... for obvious reasons.

“Discussion,” I asked.

Liya began to speak, but Rhee touched her on the shoulder and shook her head minutely. Liya looked into Rhee’s eyes, then nodded once. Rhee spoke ... and she spoke to everyone in the room, not just to the Go5.

“I hear a voice in my head crying out, ‘No! We can’t do this. Everything that is our lives today depends on this ... knowledge not getting out.’ That voice is loud and strident and is overriding other voices, familiar voices, friendly voices ... that are trying to make themselves heard but are having difficulty getting through the lightning and thunder of that single loud voice. Those other voices are sounding like the falling of a gentle rain that one can hear only when the lightning is not creating thunder that rolls on and on.

“We all love the storm. We spend what should be sleeping time watching nocturnal thunderstorms for minutes, hours. We revel in the power, the brilliance, staying blissfully unaware of the tree that dies from being struck by the lightning, never hearing the thunder. We ignore the gentle rain that falls from clouds above us to watch the cell in the distance that probably produces a downpour through which tiny plants and earthworms forced to the surface struggle to survive.

She looked around the room stating names, “Beth. Gracey. Liya. Heather. We find ourselves in a situation of our own devising, although, granted, we could not discern at the time of the situation’s origin that various parameters would change, and change so completely and so quickly. The situation we manipulated to get something we all wanted has come back to bite us on the ass. We would gladly change the past if we could, but we cannot. The only choices we have are continuing the path we made that may be leading us to ... unhappiness, or risk nearly all to wrench ourselves onto a different branch of that path.

“We stand at the spot where two roads diverge in a wood ... although I don’t see the wood as yellow.” She grinned at me, then returned her face to the serious mien she had worn and continued with, “However, when we look over our shoulders, we see the road we’ve taken and where it diverged from another road. We have already taken a road less traveled, and were glad of that decision. Much of our ... happiness and ... confidence has resulted from that decision. But Frost’s diverging road is something of a simplification, perhaps a gross oversimplification, as every decision begets another ... and another ... and another. Other roads intersect, some perhaps leading back to the original road. Unfortunately, we cannot simply pull out a large piece of paper or use certain apps on our phones to chart the surest course, even the most interesting course; there is no map of the future, only possibilities seen only hazily. We create the future with every decision we make, no matter how minor or major.

“I see us as having two choices with each of those having choices beyond our current intersection. The first is to stay the course, strap on blinders so we cannot see where we might have gone. We can do that willingly and gladly and make what we can of our future, or we can have them forced on us, so that we are always wondering what might have been. We can see that the other road also diverges well before the horizon. In fact, that divergence is only a short distance away. One option at the second divergence offers happiness with some things but not with others. The other option is but an animal trail that winds about avoiding marshy spots, cliffs, dense thickets. Although it’s faint, we can just barely discern where it leads, and where it leads looks something like Paradise, the best of all worlds. Oh, there’s sadness and hurt and anger there, too, but those are everywhere. We cannot avoid all instances of such, we can only try to plot a course that reduces the number of negatives.

“The gentle rain that provides for all ... I hear it best on that difficult animal trail. Also on that trail, I hear the loving voices of others that have touched our hearts, Meka and Celeste and Charlize, lovers and friends that did not turn away from us when we told them what road we were on or, for one, even figured out our path for herself. Despite that thundering voice that makes it difficult to hear ought else, I choose to hear the gentle rain.”

It was many seconds later that we realized Rhee had finished. Heather was nearly bawling as she wrapped herself into Rhee’s arms. Gracey’s and Liya’s faces mirrored what I felt on my own, silent tears running down my cheeks.

Gracey said a burbly, “Cloture.”

Also very liquid, I heard my voice say, “All those in favor of cloture, say ‘aye’,” knowing that we had to run the full parliamentary course.

When the ayes were unanimous, I said, “I hereby call a vote on the motion. All those in favor, say ‘aye.”

The votes were quiet ... and unanimous, and I pondered my own vote again. I quickly considered the pros and cons, and decided that I had, indeed, voted my heart.

“Oh, god,” I thought, “I sure as hell hope this works out!”

I said, “The ‘ayes’s have it.” I turned to Brit and said, “We’re ... somewhat ... at your mercy. We will tell you if you’re right in your deduction but nothing if you’re wrong.”

Brit stood from the table and stepped over to me and wrapped me in her arms from behind my chair. She held me for just a few seconds, then went around the room hugging the others, including Cera and Char.

“First, I want to say that while this gang didn’t save my life, sometimes I feel like it did. I feel like you pulled me out of a life that I did not enjoy into this crazy life we have, a life in which I have a great friendship with the most wonderful boy I know, but this new life has also given me the love of most of the most-impressive girls in school. I want to assure each of you and all of you that my feelings ... my love for all of you will not change, no matter the result of what I will shortly say. I hope that your feelings, too, will not change.”

She looked around the room one more time, then said, “With at least the acceptance of the various mothers, the girls resident here are Charlie’s lovers.” In the following stillness, she added, “However, the various mothers seem far too happy with their various daughters for me to believe that they’re only accepting of the relationships.”

Gracey asked, “You’re not wigged out by what you think you’ve deduced?”

“Do you remember what I told you and Beth about my huge-bed fantasy? Do you recall that I mentioned all of the LTG by name or group, as well as Char and Celeste? Do you remember what I tacked onto that list of people?”

I frowned in thought trying to remember that conversation but had not gotten there when Gracey inhaled in what sounded like surprise. I turned to her.

Gracey said, “You added something like... ‘a few others’ that you weren’t then comfortable with naming.” Gracey’s nostrils flared, and her eyes rounded, and she asked, “Are you saying...”

“Yes. I am. I want Charlie in that bed. Since I suspect that I can’t have Charlie in that bed without certain others being there, I want Sandy and Carol in that bed. I do not hate you for taking Charlie as a lover. I’m jealous of you having Charlie as a lover.”

“Holy fuck!” I looked at Heather as she added, “We really do suck at hiding our feelings! That’s two of our friends that have guessed ... or deduced.”

A squeak emanated from the direction of Cera, so I turned to see her eyes glowing. She looked at me with hope pouring out her eyes.

“Is it really possible that I ... that we could ... make love with Charlie? I’d do almost anything to have that.” Her eyebrows suddenly elevated to their limit, and she squeaked out, “Ohmigod! If we could figure out how to tell Brett and not have him run away, might we truly be able to have as lovers the two most incredible guys I know?”

The room descended somewhat into chaos until Rhee righted the ship.

“ATTEN... TION!”

When silence fell almost immediately, Rhee said, “Better. First, Cera, we’ve been trying to find a way toward exactly that. We have ... in some respects, Charlie, but Brett has become everything that Beth and Liya thought he could be ... and so very much more. He’s been a mostly closed book for as long as most of us have known him. We did not anticipate the major change he effected this fall. While there are some aspects of our ... family’s lives that I’m not yet willing to divulge, suffice it to say that we consider being able to have both as lovers as eminently possible ... so long as Brett doesn’t run for the hills when we tell him about Dad. That’s what we can’t find a way past or through. We refuse to initiate a sexual ... a more-sexual relationship with him without telling him our past. However, we’re willing to ... increase the sexuality in the relationship with him if we can solve our problem.”

I jumped in, saying, “And we’ve ... I’ve been frozen in something like terror that we’d just have to tell him and hope for the best. However, I’m unwilling to chance our parents’ freedom on hoping for the best.”

Brit responded, “I can certainly see why you were losing sleep over break. I wouldn’t risk my mom’s freedom on that, and you’ve got much stronger relationships with your mothers than I do with mine. I also now understand why you’ve been suggesting moderation with Brett. You didn’t want to get us into a ... more-sexual relationship only to lose it if he ran away.” She looked at me for a long while, then added, “You need to bring Lana in on your family secret. She’s...”

She stopped speaking due to the hullabaloo she caused with that sentence but stepped on it hard.

“Stop it!” When we quieted and stared at her, she said, “Lana has much more access to and time with Brett than any of the rest of us. If she knows the problem, she has more time to work on the solution with him. As I recall Rhee saying recently, it might not be an insurmountable problem for him. I understand that it might be a problem for him, but there’s no sense killing yourself over something you don’t know to be true.”

Liya inserted herself, saying, “I see where you’re going. Lana wants an illegal relationship, so she may be predisposed to accept our relationships with Dad more readily than anyone else. She also really wants the whole ... thing: Brett and all of us.” She turned to me saying, “She knows him better than each of us and all of us. She also knows he loves her and might know that he wants the same things she does.”

“Yes,” agreed Brit. “She told you she wants into the ... sexual aspect of the gang. Brett told you that he wants her in the sexual aspect of the gang in order to give him some breathing space with her intense sexual desire for him that he thinks he cannot resist for six months. I suggest that we... you invite her for a sleepover, either one or two nights, this weekend and that you and we begin setting the stage for telling her, and I think you might not have to beat around the bush with her. Believe me, I’m not suggesting that course as anything like ... prostituting ourselves for a cause, as I doubt there’s one of us that’s not interested in her. You do recall those eyes, right? And that face? And that bod? And that personality? Yes, she wasn’t at her best at the break sleepover, but I think that was temporary and caused by several factors that...”

“Sorry to barge in, but you didn’t seem to hear me, and your conversation was of particular interest to me.”

Our heads snapped around to see Meka in the entryway from the back door. I shook my head, thinking that I was obviously very much in the conversation not to hear the back door open and close. She walked over to behind my chair.

“Please stand, Beth, and look at me.” When I followed her directions, she asked, “May I kiss you?”

Obviously, my mind was not working at peak, as I had trouble determining the literal meaning of her words, much less the implied meaning of her words ... or, at least, what I may well have inferred had 106% of my brain not been occupied with the conversation at the table. Eventually, I nodded, after which the world shifted onto a new course.

Meka threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly to her, and began a deep, highly charged, sexual kiss with me. Yes, I was out of it at its beginning, but I quickly ... very quickly dove into the kiss. I know not how long we went at it, but I do know that my libido roared to full awareness, that my hands explored parts of Meka that they had not previously or had not previously explored in a sexual fashion. However long the kiss lasted, when Meka pulled back, I was panting and could barely stay on my feet, but I did, finally, fully understand.

“I love you, Meka.”

“I love you, Beth. I sorta don’t want to leave this, but I must tell each of my other new lovers that I love her.”

Those words caused seven girls to stand so quickly that a marine drill sergeant would have been proud of the effect of a simple sentence. Meka worked around the table giving each girl what she gave me: a promise of the future. We had things we needed to accomplish today, that sex would need to be postponed, but that it would happen, with each of us, with all of us. It took a while, but no one’s focus wavered off Meka, even when she was still three or more girls away from the one watching her.

By chance, Heather was last. She did with Meka as she usually does with Dad, leapt up into Meka’s arms, wrapped her legs around Meka’s waist, and forced Meka to hold her up by her butt, then kissed the daylights out of Meka. When Meka pulled back, she simply turned and sat in Heather’s chair and got Heather to move around a bit to face the table from Meka’s lap.

“I apologize, but I could not help but hear the last couple sentences of your conversation. I agree with Brit that Lana found herself in a situation here over break that dropped her into the deep end, and she was not truly ready for it, primarily because of her mental state. I fully expect that she will not be so whiny and needy. I fully expect that she’ll prove to be a perfectly wonderful friend and lover, but that girl needs to get laid. Presuming I’m correct in how that conversation got started, we need to get her here this weekend ... all weekend, and throw her into the deep end of our crazy gang.”

There were some inhalations of surprise, and Meka responded, “Yes. As I told Beth not too long ago, now that I’m joining this gang, I’m jumping in with both feet, both hands, and much of my heart. While none of us has shared orgasms, we will. And, for those that noted the heart modifier, particularly for those of you new here, I cannot give you my entire heart as ... my dad has some of it. Like the Go5, I, too, have a sexual relationship with my dad. I don’t want to go into it further, as Celeste will be back from her night staying on campus so Dad and I could have the J house to ourselves. Once she returns, we need to go to the J house and get Brit to finish her magic with our outfits that are designed primarily to put Celeste and me into sexy situations with Charlie and the Moms so that we’ll join the family in the fullest sense of that phrase. While Celeste is very much looking forward to that – and please don’t let that out to any of the parents, for the near-term future, I am joining only this gang.”

She left even me a bit breathless, and I knew all of that. My Go5 lovers consider me a natural leader. Meka is a leader. While I’d gladly devolve some of the responsibility I feel onto her broad shoulders, I know I cannot, as she will probably be less and less capable as a leader as the time to Jim’s passing slips down the neck of the hourglass. However, I was very grateful to her for taking on this task, as I found myself tired of being strong. I see clearly, now, that I have worked myself into a frazzle trying to find the solution to the Brett problem. I suddenly found myself more than willing to let Lana take a shot at the beginning of a solution. My mind rejoined the conversation.

“ ... we could do that if it were full night or once the privacy fence is up. We’ll just have to toss something on to cover up our bodies, bodies that I’m very much looking forward to learning intimately. While you girls that are new to the gang may think you’re just newbies at girl-on-girl sex, each of you has more experience at it than do I. I need to learn virtually everything, but I’m very much looking forward to the lessons.”

We threw on covers to walk to the J house. On the way, Rhee said to our local visitors, “Once the remodel is complete, you two should probably bring a variety of extra clothes and leave them here. The basement bedroom will have a very large closet, although I fully expect to fill it up at some point. She looked at me and asked, “Could we move one of your armoires over here for ... Oh, wait. I forgot. We’re getting what Sandy calls a ‘fancy wardrobe’ or two. Apparently, there’ll be shelves on a rotating system, thus taking advantage of the space at the top of the closet, space that we couldn’t otherwise utilize. Beth, how many of those are we getting?”

“Um, Mom said that we should have enough storage space for the five of us, so long as we don’t move everything to the J house, with some leftover space for frequent visitors. Of course, that was before Char told us she was going to live here.”

I put my arm around Char’s waist and pulled her in so I could hip-check her so that she would not take what I said as remonstration, but she was having none of it.

In a pathetic voice, she replied, “I’ll bring just two days’ worth of clothes and wash one set every day.”

“Oh, yeah,” Rhee responded, “You’ll certainly fit in here. Some of the gang, and I won’t mention names that rhyme with ‘death’ and ‘see ya,’ have turned sarcasm into an art form.”

There was much chuckling as we headed to the basement bedroom, stripped off, and rustled up our various painted outfits.

Brit stated, “Before you don those, please take a shower and dry off well. You need not all be here at the same time, so you can cycle through this little shower, or spread around the house and use various showers. You’re welcome to watch me paint so long as you don’t interfere and help out if and when I need it. My sexy assistant and I will have everything set up in 15 minutes or so.”

Celeste arrived as I was finishing the climb to the main floor.

When I stepped out into the living room, she was right there, and responded, “Ooh. I really like this outfit.”

I responded to her comment by putting both arms around her and pulling her in tightly to my naked body and I hugged her and said, “Welcome home, favorite older sister.”

She responded with, “I wish you’d have let me get my clothes off before you found me.”

“No. It’s already too tempting with just me being naked. If you were naked, too, I might not be able to resist molesting you while we hugged.”

“That’s not something to which I’d object.”

She held me as tightly as I was holding her, but she loosened her hold, then slid her hands from the lower part of my back down onto my cheeks, petted one, and squeezed the other. I closed my eyes as I moaned, then squeezed her a little more tightly.

She leaned back and said, “Beth?” It took me a couple of seconds to open my eyes, as I was reveling in being naked in her arms, but when I looked at her, she asked, “May I kiss you?”

“Oh, god, yes!”

Despite that she had immediately attacked my ass, the kiss was tentative, delicate, and nearly caused me to cry. It was not at all sexual, and despite that it was very far from the aggressive kiss that Meka and I shared earlier, like that one, this one felt so promising. After 20 seconds or so, she backed away. Her eyes were waiting for mine when I opened them.

I sighed, then said, “That felt very much like a promise. Was it?”

“It was, Beth. As I told you, I love Charlie and I think we’ll be lovers soon. I assume that’s what this whole competition thing was supposed to allow to happen. Yes?” After I nodded, she kissed me, again lightly and briefly, then continued with, “I was virtually convinced that was the case. I wanted to jump your dad’s bones weeks and weeks ago, but I found that I didn’t want the weekly competition to end, so I got happier and happier when no one made any strong moves to get me to join ... your family, I guess. I’ve loved the slow buildup, the becoming familiar with each of you, feeling myself getting turned on just thinking about the upcoming Thursday get-together, wondering how much of Charlie I’d get to see, whether I’d win the prize and get to kiss him again. Despite that I wanted to drop to my knees when his penis was partly outside his trunks and suck him into my mouth, I let things build.”

She pulled her hands off my ass, after which I squeaked a bit in protest, and put them on my upper arms, holding them, looked into my eyes, and said, “The past few weeks have been exquisite torture, but oh, so worth it. If things had moved along more quickly, I might not have come to appreciate you girls so much. Beth, I love your dad and if Sandy and Carol ... and the others will have me, I want to spend the rest of my life with your family, but not solely to make love with Charlie. I also want you ... and Meka and...”