Chapter 135

January 25, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

I woke up early, carefully climbed out of bed, and got most of my homework done, leaving the stuff for my 6^th Bell class for my 4^th Bell study hall, then managed a little bit of time in the diary before Heather padded over to me. She hugged me from behind and kissed my crown.

She whispered, “What a crazy life we’re living. Huh?”

“That’s the truth. We got to have sex ... or, rather, give Andressa orgasms last night. Again, I don’t feel like a slut, as she feels like family.”

“Yes. I wouldn’t be surprised if she joins soon after Celeste. We’re perfect for her needs.” I nodded in agreement, after which she said, “I’m going to start on Liya’s birthday breakfast.”

“I’ll help,” I responded as I closed my laptop.

Andressa joined us at the table and said, “That was incredible last night. Thank you, everyone.”

Liya replied, “You’re most welcome. We greatly enjoyed that ... and your lovely body. We very much like you and, although we’ve not spent much time with you, it’s already apparent that you fit well with us, that is, with the Williams clan AND with our group. You don’t have to wait until the new term to move here. You’re welcome here anytime and for all time.”

“You’d really be okay with me moving here, say, next week?”

“Andressa, you could...”

“Please. We’ve had sex. You can all use the nickname that Celeste bestowed on me: Andy.”

“Thanks, Andy. You could move here today if you want, although waiting until the remodel is finished would make it easier.”

“I’ll think about that.”

Celeste replied, “Yes. Do that.”

Most of us were in the same 3^rd Bell Health: Human Sexuality class, a quarter-long module of a diverse set of foci on the subject of Health across the school year. This class had only five boys in it (versus 18 girls), but Brett was one of them. On our first day, January 3, the teacher – Ms. Parker – had written several statements on the board that contradicted some uninformed scuttlebutt in school. Some were:

You CAN get pregnant before you have your first period.

You CAN get pregnant the first time you have vaginal sex.

You CAN get pregnant even if he pulls out.

You CAN get pregnant if you’re on top.

I liked her from the first class. Today, we learned what I thought was surprising information on fertility and conception.

As we departed class, Liya looked at me and very quietly said, “We need to look into that.”

I nodded twice emphatically with my eyebrows raised.

Meka put us through an intense workout, after which she drove us all to the W house where Liya’s birthday festivities would take place.

Civia ran her spreadsheet, resulting in, “Civia and Liya, Lana and Heather, Brit and Gracey, Cera and Kim, the rest in a triple.”

Cera, Kim, Rhee, Meka, and I went downstairs to use the parents’ new shower, as it would fit us five reasonably comfortably.

Once we exited, Kim said to Cera, “Thanks for teaming with me.”

“That was the roll of the ... spreadsheet, and you don’t need to thank me. You’re not some pariah, you’re one of our group, one of our family. We’re well on our way to loving you. Besides, I got my thanks in being able to wash your breasts so lovingly. Goddess, that was fun.” She shook her head rapidly, then added, “Wow. Lana’s rubbing off on me!”

Kim chuckled, then responded, “I liked how you washed my tits, and I liked washing yours, too.”

“Yes,” Meka responded. “Liya’s amendment to the buddy-washing system is a nice addition. I’d not gotten to wash Rhee’s breasts before. That was fun and interesting, but I’m glad I don’t have to do wind sprints with those!”

“Yes. I’d probably be as fast as you if I didn’t have to haul these things around.”

There was much chuckling ... after which we returned upstairs to dress, as we all still had clothing in what were our rooms. Since Civia would be with us through the party, we dressed more conservatively than we might otherwise have done. We did wear short skirts, although with undies beneath them. Civia asked to try one of our skirts, so I lent her one of my more conservative wraparounds.

“Why don’t you keep it? If fits you and you make it look good, with those legs.”

“Thanks, Beth.”

Meka said, “I was going to tell you this the other day, Civia, but you’re getting obviously stronger, your muscles more defined. Your legs are becoming your best feature. I swear most of your height is in those legs.”

Civia blushed, then somewhat timidly said, “Thanks, Meka.”

“Don’t be embarrassed but do get yourself used to compliments about how you look, because you’ll get them more and more. Come up with some gracious way to accept them and thank the person, one that you can get out easily without your tongue tripping over it. However, I was mainly complimenting you from a soccer perspective. You’ve changed a lot, and for the better, soccer-wise, since I met you on the first day of practice. I bet I can’t knock you over as readily as I did back then. In fact, on Monday, we’ll do that at the pitch. Rhee, you and I can be defenders and the rest will be dribblers.” She turned to Kim and added, “I know you’re a defender, but Rhee’s bigger and stronger, and I want this exercise to get our ball handlers used to being bullied.

“Civia, with those long legs, I think you could be faster. Would you be interested in going with me some day to see Coach Markov at the university? She might have suggestions, if not about running directly, about who might have some answers.”

“Sure,” she said a bit less timidly, “but we can’t afford anything like a running coach.”

“I know. Don’t fret. We’ve promised we’d do what we could for you, and we aim to keep that promise.”

“Thanks, Meka. I truly appreciate everything you’ve already done for me. Thanks to you, Kim, and the rest of the seniors for teaching me so much about how defenders do things. Just that made all the effort to make practices and games last fall from my school more than worth it.”

We heard someone downstairs, so we motored down there to find both Dad and Carol. Rhee walked to her mom and enveloped her. Carol enjoyed the hug for a few seconds, then leaned back.

“To what do I owe that?”

“It just dawned on me that, with all the things we’re doing, it would be easy to go days without seeing our parents. That seemed ... almost criminal, considering how much you’ve done for us.”

Carol immediately pulled Rhee back into an even-tighter hug.

After she released Rhee, she said, “I’m headed to the airport to get your wayward mom, Gracey. You coming?”

“Yup. Dad, would you come with us, please? I wanted to discuss something with you tonight, and this might be my only chance.”

“Sure, wonderful, adopted daughter o’ mine. We’ll take the Trooper.”

I said, “See you guys when you get back. Did Mom give an ETA?”

“Soon. We’ll probably be back a little after 6. As the birthday girl requested, last night’s leftovers are on the counter. Pop them in the warming oven about 5:40. The Indian place is delivering some stuff to fill out the dinner, so please ensure that Civia leaves at least some of the naan for others.”

Civia took two running steps and leapt into Dad, who barely managed to keep hold of her.

“Girl! You’re getting too big to do that to such an old guy like me.”

She shook her head rapidly, hugged herself to him tightly for a few seconds, then leaned back a bit and said, “Charlie, I love that you treat me like one of your daughters. I love that I have two dads and three moms. Thanks.”

“Thanks to you! We love it when you’re here and that you’re one of our incredible horde of wonderful daughters. Like the others, you light our lives wonderfully.”

Kim sidled up to me while the mutual-admiration society was going on and whispered, “He’s simply amazing. The more time I spend around your family, the more I come to understand how you turned out the way you did.”

I was not sure how to respond to that, so just shoulder-butted her shoulder and whispered, “You could have him as an extra dad if you wanted. He seems to have an infinite capacity to love.”

“Doesn’t he just! Between the two, I think I’d rather have him as a lover.”

“Don’t you see, Kim? You could have him as both if you want. I don’t know why or how he’s the way he is, but he has incredible empathy for girls. Oh, he’s attracted to them, but his first ... and primary concern is for their well-being. He supported and helped every member of the Go5 before ... well before ... there was any hint of a sexual relationship in the offing. He cares, Kim, and he’s got a great ear.”

She looked at Dad and around at the various girls paying attention to the conversation that was coming to an end, then whispered even more quietly, “How is it that you’re so comfortable sharing him in so many ways with so many girls and women? Why is it you’re not jealous of all the others’ time with him?”

“Because this is how I’ve always known him. The sex is probably the least important aspect of our relationship, although I do love it. You could talk to him about ... literally anything, Kim. School, friends, James, sex, anything. You might consider asking him, as we can all tell you’re still ... conflicted about one or more aspects of your life. You’re not as happy as you can probably be.”

“I know. I want Meka back, more than anything. Oh, I know I can’t have her to myself, but I’m just so worried that we can’t get back to anything like the closeness we used to have.”

“I can’t see that worrying helps you, and might harm your efforts. Don’t answer if you don’t want, but how’d Monday go?”

She sighed and answered, “It went well, really. I suspect I’m worrying more than I should but being around you girls points out to me every day what she and I might have had.”

“Remember. You can’t wait for someone to make you happy, and I’ll bet a happy Kim is even more alluring than a worrying Kim. You’ve got to give it time. It’s been three years. People change a lot in three years, particularly those three years. If you don’t want to confide in me or any of the rest of us, and I understand why you’d feel that way, you can talk to any of our three primary parents. They’re very savvy, particularly Sandy. They’d always respect your confidence, and I know you can ask them anything. Fairly early on, I talked to my mom at length about Rhee’s and my relationship, and she helped me a lot.”

Kim stared at me in something like wonder, then shook her head rapidly as if to clear the cobwebs.

“Your relationships with your parents are ... I’ve never seen anything like them. My mom would probably have had a fit if I’d gone to her at 15 and asked her how to fix my relationship with Meka.”

“Trust me. I ... we understand that. My Dad is a math Ph.D. so, mentally, he’s no slouch, but Sandy is the queen of ... social things. Hell, you could probably have a sane, quiet conversation with her about your interest in having sex with her husband. Of course, she’d be all for it.”

Kim tilted her head back as she rolled her eyes, then shook her head and said, “Absolutely crazy. Your whole family,” after which she grinned at me.

Civia joined us, so I said, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t injure or kill my dad. I’d like him to be at my graduation.”

Civia hugged me, then said, “I am probably getting too big to do that to him. I’m going to miss doing that with both my dads, because I think it’s how I show them that I love them, that I appreciate what they do for me, and that I understand that they love me. I guess I’ll just have to do that without the jump from now on.”

“You know, if you were a normal-sized 12-year-old, you could still do that with both. However, you also wouldn’t be quite such a threat to the opposing team’s goalie.”

She grinned at me, then said, “Should we start working on Liya’s birthday dinner?”

“Yup.”

“May I tag along?”

Civia replied, “Kim, you’re a member of the gang ... or whatever we’re going to call ourselves. You can always tag along or help or whatever, even suggest the next plan to take over the world.”

As soon as Inez had changed clothes in Gracey’s former room, we sat to an enjoyable dinner. Civia left more than enough naan for everyone, and Inez regaled us with some funny tales from her just-completed Florida swing. She has obviously become more comfortable with the family and her place in it, as her humor has been much more in evidence in the past month.

After dinner and cleanup, we gathered in the living room for the opening of presents. The highlights were an interesting gift from Celeste, a bright pink Vizari soccer ball with gray swirls from the Go6, a bright pink pair of harem pants with a paisley motif on the legs that Inez found in Miami, and an elegant pale gray kaftan with fuchsia highlights that her mom sent from the Canaries. The last was beautiful and she fell in love with it immediately. So much so that she ducked into the bathroom and put it on.

It had no sleeves, just a wide opening in the sides that her arms went through, although covered her arms to her elbows. The center of it both in front and in back hung to a point about mid-shin, but the sides extended only to just above her knees. It had a cinch just above her breasts that would mostly close the top, but loose would allow a fairly deep visible V of cleavage.

Celeste’s gift was a printed certificate for one session of stress relief in the form of a full-body massage that Celeste would give personally.

“Be certain you don’t have a lot of homework or a long paper due, as it’s not just a five- or ten-minute affair.”

Liya’s eyes flashed at that!

Her favorite part of the evening ... until bedtime, was the call from Nira from within the observatory. Cera, Brit, and Lana stayed another night with us, so Liya got to be the recipient of a Go5 gangbang from the rest of the Go5, Meka, Kim, Brit, Cera, and Celeste.

January 26, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

At breakfast, we heard some of the details of weekend plans. Kim was spending the weekend at Cabo San Lucas with her parents for which they pulled her from school early. We had ragged her last night when she had told us, but she said that she might prefer to spend the weekend with us. We promised her an exciting time upon her return. Brit, Cera, and Lana were each spending time with their respective families this weekend, although it’s probable that Brit would endeavor to escape to someone else’s house for part of the weekend. Lana was excited to be able to kiss Brett again, and we each gave her a kiss to give to him for us.

“Oh, goddess! I better spread those kisses out. If I give them to him in succession, I don’t know that we won’t wind up naked in bed!”

Sadly, today was the last day of volleyball in Gym. More sadly, we never got to play a really good game, as there were just not enough athletes and/or kids that wanted to do well. Rhee, Gracey, and I were frustrated by that. However, Coach did say we’d have a couple of weeks of beginning lacrosse starting Monday.

Of course, if everyone did not take themselves off for other reasons, we would have had to confine them to the J house, because tonight was certainly Celeste’s night, and we had a plan. We seven walked to the W house wearing our long coats. Fortunately, it was sort of cold, so the coats were justified. The parents met us in the kitchen in the outfits we expected. Sandy, Carol, and Inez were wearing their family G-strings, and only their family G-strings, while Dad was wearing his birthday suit ... along with a full erection. I guess he was excited.

Heather turned to Celeste and asked, “May I take your duster?”

After Celeste answered in the affirmative, she turned her back to Heather and unbuttoned her coat. Heather pulled it slowly from her shoulders, then arms, then fully off. I heard all three parents abruptly inhale when Heather got the coat off and they saw Celeste was fully naked. Celeste then offered to take each of our coats to reveal that all seven of us were fully naked.

“Ah,” Sandy said.

I thought she was going to say something about us guessing their intention, but she said nary another word until she had removed her G-string; Carol quickly followed suit; Inez was slower to act but mirrored their actions.

“Dinner is ready, so let’s expedite greetings, shall we?”

Celeste walked straight to Dad, measured his penis against her belly, threw both arms around him, and gave him a passionate kiss with lots of action that lasted at least three minutes. While breathing a little heavily, she stepped back from Dad, then gave Sandy much the same, following that up with the same for Carol, and offered the same to Inez.

Inez said, “Oh, what the hell,” and stepped into Celeste, getting a serious kiss from her. In the interim, the six of us one by one gave Dad serious kisses, but of somewhat shorter duration than Celeste’s, and with Meka’s shorter still. We each followed down the line of mothers, with Inez giving us each a serious kiss, the first any of us had received from her.

When Heather pulled away from her, Inez said, “I guess that wasn’t so bad, although it was weird to kiss my daughter like that.”

Mom replied, “I treasure every such kiss from Beth. Of course, we’ve also been more highly sexual with each other than a long kiss with tongue. This evening is starting off much more interestingly than I had expected, and considerably more enjoyable. Celeste, you sure can kiss. I’d be happy to have you do that to me anytime you want.”

Celeste responded by stepping over to her, wrapping her in her arms, and kissing her in the same fashion.

Mom lingered in Celeste’s arms, her forehead on Celeste’s upper chest, then said, “Oh, yes. That was great. Anytime, Celeste.” She lifted her head and added, “It’s also great to see you like this, Meka. You’ve got an incredible body.” Before Meka could respond, she continued with, “Please, let’s get to dinner, which is already in the dining room.”

At the table, Inez said, “Tonight’s dinner is fish tacos with shrimp ceviche.”

“Ooh, that sounds yummy,” responded Celeste. “I hope you made a lot!”

“I did. The fish in the tacos is farm-raised catfish because it’s not cheap or easy to get fresh marine fish here, but the catfish works well.”

Conversation was light during the first half of dinner, mostly because we were all savoring Inez’s wonderful dinner ... again and again. Despite our nearly gorging ourselves, we had a lot of leftovers, as Inez had not been kidding.

Meka said, “We eat most meals in the J house in the nude, and, except for all those lovely naked bodies, it’s become ... certainly not boring, but I’ve become used to it. This, however, is different. I think my breathing and blood pressure are both above BMR.”

“You don’t have to be...”

Meka cut Carol off by saying, “I know that, but I’d look a bit silly sitting at a table with ten other people, all of whom are naked, wearing a stunning evening gown.”