Chapter 134

January 22, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

I woke within a hold I recognized immediately. Rhee and I had finished our crazy night in the big bed with nine of our best friends by loving each other to repletion. I snuggled back into her more fully and sighed in happiness. She responded by lightly squeezing my left breast, which was in her right hand, and kissing me on the back of my head.

“I love you so much,” I whispered to her, receiving her response of another light squeeze of that breast.

Once we were all up, we opted to use the showers at the W house, figuring that we’d have to use that kitchen for breakfast, anyway. Liya and Gracey, Meka and Kim, and Rhee and I were the first three duos in the big shower using the Liya modification of the buddy shower system. Heather grabbed Lana and Celeste for a trio along with the other two in the second round of showers.

At the table, Lana was buzzed, saying, “I love that shower and the buddy system. I loved washing Heather’s pretty little titties and having Celeste wash me. There are just so many aspects of my life here that are so much better than my life in Yellow Springs. Goddess, I love you girls.”

There were lots of shiny smiles.

As breakfast, cold cereal, was winding down and we’d begun the little cleanup, I asked, “Any thoughts, concerns about the big pile of girls in a bed?”

Kim replied, “I don’t really know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that ... near chaos of girls just loving on the parts of other girls they could reach. I guess I thought it would be more ... organized? Perhaps that’s the word. I’m going to have to think on it, but I think I liked it. It was far, far different from any other sex I’ve ever had, with the craziest aspect being that I’m not at all sure who got me off the first time, because some petite little girl insisted on sitting on my face.”

There was much chuckling.

That petite little girl asked, “Do you want to know?”

“Absolutely, because that was one of the best orgasms of my life!”

Heather announced, “Lana, front and center!”

Kim blurted out a surprised, “Lana? You’ve only just started into this ... girl-love thing. How are you so good?”

Those green eyes surrounded by a now-blushing face gazed at Kim as she said, “I don’t know that I was all that good. I had a huge advantage of having Heather park her cute, bare pussy on your mouth in addition to her almost hair-trigger orgasms. When she went off, you followed in ... Is it still ‘sympathy’ if someone’s response to something that feels really good causes you to orgasm? I think we need a different word there. Anyway, you began cumming almost right after Heather’s peak. And, Kim, I really liked that, everything about it. I hope I can have sex with you frequently. You’re so yummy in so many ways! GODDESS, this is such a great life!” Her mien moderated to something more serious, then added, “You are pretty, sexy, and all-around lovely, and sometime after you and Meka figure out how to ... rekindle your former feelings for each other, I’d really like to make love with you.”

Kim came close to losing it. Meka, sitting next to her, gave her a right-arm hug and kissed her on the crown.

After Kim fought off the tears, Meka asked her, “May we have our first date tonight? I’d prefer it to be by ourselves, not be anywhere near a bed, but also not where we’d have to worry about others hearing us.”

When Kim nodded at Meka, Rhee responded, “You could use the A house. The heat’s been turned down and there’s no furniture, but you can turn the heat back up and take ... Oh. There are those bean-bag chairs in the J house attic closet. There are three of ‘em up there.”

“And if you want,” added Gracey, “we can bring you two dinner. Just let us know.”

Meka drove us to school in the Sprinter, stopping to pick Brett up on the way. With the new greeting policy, each of us got a nice kiss with Brett.

When he got to Kim standing outside by the sliding side door, she asked, “Do you really want to kiss me, or do you feel you need to do so to be fair?”

Calmly, he replied, “You’re my friend, too, Kim. We’ve talked about this at school and at the W house. I don’t need to kiss you, but I’d be sad if you didn’t want me to kiss you.”

“Oh, god, no. That’s not what I meant. I ... I just...”

Brett’s response was perfect. He simply stepped into her space, but his hands on her hips, leaned in, and gave her a nice kiss for about three or four seconds, then leaned back out and looked in her eyes. After a couple seconds of looking into his eyes, she lunged at him, slammed her body into his, threw both arms around his neck, and put the left side of her face on his left shoulder. He hugged her tightly.

After about a half-minute, she stepped back and told him, “I’m ... I’m a little on edge and still very confused about ... a lot of things. I didn’t respond like that to any of the girls this weekend, and I’m not sure why I responded to you like that. I like you, Brett, and, more importantly, I respect you, more so than any other boy I’ve ever known. I’m sorry I responded to...”

“Shhh. That’s okay. I know you’re on edge for various reasons and uncertain of how you fit with us. It’s perfectly understandable that you’re on edge, but I assure you that you’re our friend, our very good friend. None of us can really know exactly what you’re feeling, with you having changed so many aspects of your life recently, looking at the near-term future of leaving the relative ease and safety of high school for the wider world, not being certain of what you want and how to get it. We’re your friends, and we’ll be your friends so long as you want us to be ... and beyond even that.”

She picked her head off his shoulder and leaned back looking in his eyes.

After a few seconds, she asked, “Is there any wonder why all these girls are in love with you? I certainly no longer have doubts. I’ve never had a guy for a friend. I’m not sure I know how to do that. Thanks for being my friend, but until I can figure out how to have a guy friend and how to be a friend to you, may we just hug rather than kiss? It would make things less confusing for me.”

Nodding, he answered, “Of course. I’m sorry that I didn’t consider how you might respond to a kiss from a guy.”

“Thanks,” she responded, then dropped her head and added, “It was a very nice kiss, though, and that’s part of my problem.”

In the Sprinter after a cold workout at the pitch, we decided to conduct departure kisses and hugs there once Civia was well out of sight on her one-block walk home. Kim collected all her hugs, first, as she would walk back to the J house to get her car and spend some time with her parents before meeting Meka at the A house after dinner. We made an informal group decision that such kisses would be no more than three seconds long, learning that when one is one of the kissers, that three seconds is much too short, but when a watcher, is more than long enough.

Emma and some of the crew were still working when we got home and she was walking into the kitchen with a large piece of paper as we did.

“Hey, Emma. How are things going?”

“Well, thanks. I had a question that I figured I could ask Liya when I heard you coming in.” She turned to Liya and said, “You’re the one who designed the house intercom system. Right?” When Liya nodded, Emma added, “We’re not yet ready to work on the boxes and interface for that. However, I noticed that you didn’t have an alert system built into it. You could tie the intercom system into the entry system and tie an emergency alert into that. If you think you want that, let the office know ASAP. I’m primarily an electrician, so I know there’s still a little time to make those changes, but not a lot without pushing back completion time.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that was a possibility. I should have looked more thoroughly.”

“If you were the one that made the plan, you did very well for someone with no direct training on such systems. However, we left those as the last things we’ll do from a wiring perspective and we’ve left that system open on all floors so far, so this would be an easy add-on. It’ll require a more-robust entry system, but I would have suggested that, anyway. The phone app for that other system would enable you to operate all aspects: entry, intercom, and emergency alert. You can set it up to accept voice commands and, if you wanted, you could set the system up to accept an entry request only when it was supported by at least two different phones. If you did that, a single person arriving could find it annoying, but the double authorization would provide for an elevated level of security should someone lose her phone or have it stolen.”

“Oh. We want that! I’ll talk to ... Charlie as soon as he gets home. Thank you, Emma. I greatly appreciate your suggestion. Is there somewhere online I could look at the specs and requirements of that system?”

Emma provided those details by blue toothing them from her own phone. Given our relatively light homework load today, I knew on what Liya would be spending much of her afternoon and evening. I spent most of it writing.

January 23, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

Dad and the Moms hijacked all of us to help set up the new dining room in the W house. The new table is brilliant: with four modular sections that can be arranged in a variety of ways. We could detach either end or either wing, or split it into four tables, to create the seating we wanted or to move any or all pieces of it elsewhere if needed. We had apparently sold or given away the old credenzas that used to live in that room and which held the “good” china and various and sundry other dining accoutrements. We had a single, new, larger credenza (which matched the table) and housed entirely new china, etc. The parents’ bedroom would be finished tomorrow, so we would probably get shanghaied to help there, too.

It being the last night for the old hot tub, we eight J house full-time residents spent well over an hour in it, staring at the sky with a sky map, chatting quietly, and just enjoying the tub and our sister-friend-lovers, of which there were now more than five.

January 24, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

The new driveway, at least the part to the W house is now officially “cured” enough to use, and the parents will move back in this afternoon, lock, stock, kit, and caboodle, to borrow Celeste’s metaphor mash-up, whatever “caboodle” is.

[Added January 25, 28]

Our workout group accounted for more than half the people using the gym today when we were there. We upped the amount of weight for all of Brit’s exercises, if that’s what we call the individual routines. She has really gotten into lifting. We dropped Civia at her house, as her family already had plans for which both her parents had managed to finagle earlier endings to their Wednesday work schedules. Katie drove the other four seniors home, as Meka had changed her mind about including anyone at dinner that was not in the know about the various sexual relationships at home. Sandy had made that decision easier for her, as she said that consultations with staff where Jim was living were promising as far as getting Jim more time away from the facility.

In the W house upstairs bathroom when Gracey noted her strong interest in the various training we had her doing, Brit stated, “Why wouldn’t I like it? Yesterday, the most gorgeous male I know told me that I looked good! And I was wearing next to nothing! I’ve had people tell me I’m pretty or cute for a while, but I’ve never had such a hunk of guy tell me that I look good. And I saw his face. He wasn’t blatant about it, but he checked me out before he said that! I’ve never felt so embarrassed and yet so ... powerful. Unless he’s a better actor and liar than I think he is, he definitely appreciated what he saw, and I’ve never, ever before gotten that from any guy in such a direct ... almost lustful manner. And in a bit more than two weeks, Charlie will be looking at me completely naked and I’ll be looking at him in the same state. Given the history of your family, can sex and lovemaking between him and me be very far behind?

“Gracey, since late September when I began sitting with you girls at lunch every day, my life has become nearly infinitely better than it was before. I’ve learned that I could have incredibly close friends ... of both sexes. I’ve learned that those odd twinges of feeling that I got occasionally when I’d see one or more of you, including Brett, were sexual excitement. I’ve learned that I can be turned on by girls as well as guys. I’ve learned that sex with girls is great. Not only have I learned that I’m not weird in being turned on by both girls and some guys, but I’ve also learned that, among my friends, I’m completely normal. I’ve learned that I can enjoy exercise and exertion, fer cryin’ out loud! I’ve learned that refining my body makes me feel good, love myself more, respect myself more. I’ve learned that incredibly attractive men and boys are not only attracted to me but can get turned on by me. I knew NONE of that before entering high school. Finally, I’ve learned that I LOVE the physical and mental changes my friends have encouraged in me.

“I greatly appreciate all that you’ve done for me, and I hope you’ll continue to help me refine my body and maintain it once I get it somewhere near optimum, because I’m very much interested in seeing how my future male lovers, Brett and Charlie, respond to it. I’m very much interested in enjoying loving, sexual relationships with my two male lovers and my large number of female lovers for many, many years to come!”

There was applause when Brit finished ... to which she blushed furiously, and the blushing caused a Brit-centered scrum of naked girls. In the scrum, it became apparent that Brit had learned at least one thing from the big pile of girls in a bed. She kissed Cera while her right and left hands fondled, respectively, Lana and me.

When she pulled her face from Cera’s, she exclaimed, “To paraphrase Lana, ‘Goddess, I love this life!’”

Once we had all showered, we gathered, still naked, in my former room – but which would be Jim’s room tonight, where Meka had the floor.

“I want Dad to understand better what my life is like, now. I’ll be making something of a speech at dinner, but I’d also like my friends and lovers to make parts of that life ... obvious. I’d appreciate it if you could all go with something skimpy tonight. Not minimalist, but something that shows your comfort with being with me and with the Go5’s family. I’ll ask the same of Celeste when I see her. Does anyone know if Andressa is coming?”

I looked around and no one was saying anything, so I replied, “No word. However, Celeste’s usually home by now on Wednesday’s, so that might mean something.”

All the girls donned skirts and tubes – no undies, with a couple of those tubes – Meka’s and, surprisingly, Brit’s – showing a bit of underboob, but none extending beyond the lower crease of breasts.

When pressed on it, Brit said, “Like I said earlier, I like myself a lot more now and I like that the two guys that I really like say I look good. Like what I said might have suggested, I’m now less interested in hiding myself in clothing that does nothing to show me off. I’m going to have more fun with clothing. I mean, all my clothes are hanging on me, now, so I need a new wardrobe. What better chance is there to upgrade the ... sexiness of what I wear? And tonight, I get to learn what it feels like to expose a bit ... well, much more than just a bit ... of me to a guy I don’t know, although Meka vouches for him, so I’m good with that. You’re all comfortable with your bodies, and I’m only just learning how to be comfortable with mine, and I intend to push it a little in public, and, until we have a compound-wide clothing-optional policy, I’ll be pushing it hard – very hard – with the Go5’s family.”

That caused another Brit-centered scrum, and one that involved a lot of hands rubbing on bodies other than their own. We did not get too sidetracked by the touching, then hustled back to the J house, with the first person we saw upon entering being Andressa.

After the various greetings and introductions, Andressa asked, “Is that what you’re wearing to dinner?”

Meka responded, “Yes. If you’d be willing to ... dress down a bit, I’d appreciate it.”

“That won’t be difficult for her,” Celeste responded as she entered the kitchen. “A lot of her clothing is ... like that. I recall at a Thursday dinner that she said that she’d find it hard to wear on the Rio beaches what a lot of women do, but she doesn’t at all mind showing as much as you girls are showing, even Meka.”

“Oh, thanks, Celeste, for ruining my chance to get these girls thinking I always wear elegant clothes.”

Celeste snorted, rolled her eyes, then said, “I’m sure these girls have something revealing that will fit you. While Kim probably doesn’t have much of her clothing here, yet, the other girl of your shape certainly does, and Beth would gladly lend you the clothes off her back. Literally.”

I took Andressa down to our room, and we picked out a skirt and tube top. She’s a bit larger than me up top, so the tube she wore showed a little underboob. I said nothing about her wearing a panty. However, when we got back upstairs, Celeste checked.

She lifted the hem of Andressa’s skirt to reveal the light blue bikini brief she was wearing, and said, “Andy, look at this.” Celeste proceeded to briefly lift every one of our skirts revealing our commando state – with even Brit, Cera, and Kim standing still for that treatment, then added, “None of the skirts are all that short, so unless we did calisthenics this evening, their ... rather, our commando state will probably go unnoticed. However, Meka wants a sexy ... attitude to the dinner and evening, and going commando automatically creates something of that in us panty-less girls. So, drop ‘em.”

Andressa did so immediately, bending over and sliding that blue panty down her legs and off.

Celeste continued with, “And once we get over there, take off your shoes. It’s a casual evening.”

We lounged in the living room awaiting the text letting us know when the parents wanted us at the W house.

Andressa asked, “Are you girls always dressed in such casual and skimpy fashion here?”

Meka and Celeste both snorted, but allowed Heather to respond, “No. We consider this amount of clothing to be gauche.” She paused to set the hook, then finished with, “We’re usually naked.”

Celeste guffawed and the rest of us either chuckled or laughed while Andressa shook her head.

“Of course, you are. I was thrown off by the presence of the four girls I didn’t know before today. I’m looking forward to moving here at the end of this term.”

“We are, too,” replied Heather. “We think you’ll make a great addition to our crazy household, and we promise we’ll hold the noise down while you’re studying. Of course, we’re all studious, too, but we do tend to let our hair down on the weekends. Rhee literally does, as it’s the only time her hair isn’t in a braid. Her hair is so lovely!”

The text arrived some five minutes later, and we took ourselves across the lawn, the temp in the 50s. As we walked in the back door, we created a pile of flip-flops and other casual shoes, then headed to the kitchen. Jim was at the kitchen table opening containers of food from our favorite Indian and Thai restaurants, after which Carol put them on the warming boards on the stoves, with plates stacked on the counter nearby.

We greeted the two each of moms and dads with hugs, although Meka first had to introduce to Jim those of us he had not met, after which she quietly got Jim to follow her upstairs carrying the plastic bag she had brought with her. She had not let anyone see the contents, but I suspected what they were, as she had tasked me with what I assumed was a similar job to hers.

Before anyone could ask us to do various tasks, I said, “Dad, this is casual Wednesday, if you hadn’t noticed. You need to change to that short-legged trunk you have, adding whatever you need down there to ... restrain you, if you know what I mean.” I turned and began adding, “Moms, you...”

“Carol responded, “We’re on it. Please, you girls, fill the various carafes with suitable dinner drinks and put them out on the dining-room table,” after which Dad and the Moms headed to their room ... without closing their door.

Rhee raised her left eyebrow at me; I shrugged in response.

We completed the transferring of the various dishes to the warming boards but were not quite finished with drinks before the Moms returned wearing outfits identical in scope to ours. That got me to pondering how many tube tops Liya had made and figured it must be well over 50 by now. Of course, they take her very little time to make, with most of the time spent being finding and buying appropriate material. Dad was wearing the trunk I had requested he don, as well as the button-down half shirt we had seen him in before, which left his belly bare. It suddenly dawned on me that the three of them had probably been naked or, at least, nearly so at some point while they changed clothes with their room door wide open. That thought obviously passed through Rhee’s mind, too, as she raised that eyebrow at me again. I nodded.

About five minutes after we were entirely ready to sit to dinner, Meka and Jim returned, the latter wearing a trunk similar to Dad’s, but wearing a full-length T on his torso. We immediately had everyone load up plates at the stoves, then headed into the dining room. Eventually, everyone was at the table, and we began eating our first family meal at the new dining-room table, occupying all 15 places at it with quite a bit of elbow room for each diner. We could squeeze three to five more at it, but most diners would be a little constrained in that situation. Dinner was marked by good food, convivial conversation – all of it light, and a bit of wondering what would come next.

After everyone had had whatever minimal seconds they wanted, Meka tapped on her glass and stood.

“I want to thank everyone for accepting my invitations to the first of what I hope will be many family dinners that include the people around this table and, perhaps, some others from time to time. I know everyone is wondering, at least a little, about this.

“Since a fateful October evening in this very room, my life has changed dramatically. On that date, I finally let people I knew in on my secret, that my dad was dying.” She breathed deeply once, then continued with, “I did not at all intend to reveal that secret that I had told no one. However, the family with whom I was eating had managed to worm their individual and group selves into my heart with their kindness and it just came pouring out. It led to darker times, because I was finally facing the truth rather than ignoring it, even running from it. I believe I was close to some sort of break at the time. I believe that because I was having more and more trouble staying aloof when I was at home alone. I think I had convinced myself that I could keep my secret more easily if I all but abandoned my old friends that knew my dad well and did whatever socializing with semi-friends that were ‘only’ [air quotes] freshmen.”

She breathed in-and-out deeply a couple times, then continued with, “In many respects, I’m very glad I made that mistake, for it enabled me to find a group of girls and their parents that not only were supportive, but obviously came to love me. That enabled me to look critically at myself, what I was doing ... to myself, to Dad, to my old friends; figure out how to deal with the problems; and figure out a saner way through this part of my life. I’m convinced that what I now call my second family saved my soul, if not my life.

“Having Sandy recently tell me that she was close to figuring out a way to having my dad stay with me on a regular ... and more-frequent basis has encouraged me to make this move that I’ve been contemplating for some time. This dinner is the first move in blending my two families into one.” Tears were slowly wending their ways down her cheeks, but she continued with, “Nearly all the people I most care about are here in this room. I would like to see all of you consider this as one large, incredibly variable family. Even though only two here are related to me genetically, I’ve looked at each of you and all of you as family for a while.”

I felt that many wanted to respond in some manner, but I also felt that everyone was waiting to see what she would say next. While the particulars of what she said surprised nearly no one, that she stated them did.

“Nearly everyone here knows this, but my dad and I have had a sexual relationship for about two years.”

Andressa was the only one who had not known that, so she inhaled deeply in reaction, although said nothing.

“Incredibly surprising to me was when Rhee told me that she and her four, as they call each other, sister-friend-lovers not only had extensive sex with each other, but also with their parents, particularly Charlie.”

Again, Andressa reacted, this time even more emphatically, giving out a loud, low-pitched grunt.

“Of the people here that neither I nor any of the Williams clan told these ... surprising bits of information, both Celeste and Brit figured out about the Williams clan. From her reactions, Andressa knew neither of these things. However, despite not getting to spend much time with her, I’ve liked her since meeting her ... here at the very first of what would become regular dinner dates for the Williams clan, Celeste, and me. I’ve chatted with Andressa on the phone, particularly about collegiate soccer, on many occasions, more occasions than we’ve had together, here, at what I now consider to be the epicenter of my growing happiness. That is why I wanted Andressa here for this, wanted her to know about these two families, because it was inevitable that she learns this knowledge on her own, since she’ll be living with us once the J house remodel is complete.

“As I said, I want to merge some aspects of my two families. To do that, the big secrets needed to be aired.” She turned to look at Jim and stated, “Dad, I love you, both as Dad and as lover. Dad, these incredible young women of the Williams clan arrayed around us love their dad both as Dad and as lover. You also know that I love those five girls as great friends. You also know that I loved my former gang of close friends, represented here by Kim. What you probably don’t know, and something I had kept myself remembering for years until Kim reminded me of it the other day, I once loved Kim as both friend and lover, although we both ran from that second term before it came to be true. We have acknowledged that and have just started on a journey that we hope will lead back to, at least, the vicinity of the feelings we once shared about each other. It took these eight freshmen girls to get the two of us to the point where each could acknowledge our true past. We don’t know where this will lead, but we’re both hopeful.

Jim opened his mouth, but Meka stopped him with a hand, and continued with, “I’ve told you, Dad, that I love these girls, that I might be in love with them. You and I have had a few discussions about that, and you encouraged me to keep an open mind and not to let love get away undeclared. Now that Kim reminded me about us, I refuse to go on any longer with my love undeclared. Beth, Rhee, Gracey, Liya, Heather, Brit, and Cera, I love you. You, particularly the first five, have made my life much more bearable given the fate hanging over my dad. While I love you for that, I love you also for who you are, all seven of you.”

She turned to Celeste and said to her, “You and I have something of an odd relationship, but I’ve liked you since that first meeting, just as I’ve liked Andressa from that same first meeting, the same meeting. However, I’ve had much more time with you than I’ve had with Andressa, and I’ve come to respect your focus and determination to get what you want out of life, and I’ve found myself loving having you near. While I don’t yet know if I’m in love with you, I certainly love you as a friend, and am grateful that you’ve moved in with us.”

She turned to Cera and Brit seated next to each other and told them, “While we have not had nights alone with each other, I promise you that they’re coming, at first, once with each of you and, if you care, once with both of you,” at which they both nodded enthusiastically.

She turned to Lana and added, “You’ve been in my life for too short a time for me to find myself in love with you, but you fit with these five girls, these seven girls, and with me. I like you a lot, you’re very attractive, and you turn me on. I would be surprised should I look at you a month or two from now and do not look at you with love.”

She turned back to Jim and stated, “While you’ve suggested this and we’ve talked about it, since then, I’ve ... consummated, I guess, my loving relationship with each of those five girls. I’ve also consummated my relationship with the eight freshmen and with Celeste as a group in the first iteration of Cera’s hoped-for ‘big pile of girls in bed.’”