Chapter 146

February 14, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

In the Sprinter after school, Brett let us know how his appointment had gone.

“She was nice, but she told me that she had insisted that she have permission from my parents to see me! Of course, when Carol dropped me home, I got to have a long conversation with Mom and Dad.” We girls reacted to that, but before we could ask, he said, “It turned out okay. I told them that I wanted to know before I became sexually active. Yes, I had to use that phrase, as I didn’t want to mention individuals, despite that they could certainly guess one. They did ask if my being ... at the compound a lot, particularly for overnights, was related to my rationale for being tested. I didn’t want to lie, so I said, ‘yes.’ Mom said that they’d talk to Sandy and Charlie next week when they’re ... we’re over for dinner on Thursday. She specifically said they weren’t mad but wished I’d come to them. I guess I screwed up somewhat, as she said that they’d have taken me where they went back before I was conceived.”

“No strongly negative consequences,” asked Liya. When he shook his head, she said, “We probably should have taken that route. Why is it that so many of our parents seem to be so unlike all the parents we hear about from classmates? Of the Go5 parents, three have been encouraging sex and the other two did not discourage it, although they’re now wife and lover, respectively, of the guy who is our only male lover. How the hell did we luck out so dramatically?”

Liya turned to eyeball Lana, “What about you and Brett? Would your four parents have a cow, or do we have to keep that quiet when you become lovers?”

“I’d prefer that they not know. However, my mom has mentioned quite a few times in the past couple of years that I seemed to really like my cousin. Both my parents know Brett and I are very close, but Mom has given me the third degree a couple of times. I told her I loved Brett as my cousin and that I was helping him become comfortable interacting with girls. For some reason, I seem never to have mentioned all the time we spent kissing when I was here, or he was in Yellow Springs.”

Brett said, “We probably need to talk with Carol, maybe Sandy about all this before next Thursday.” He turned a little pink as he added, “Oh, I have a sample jar to use. She said whenever, but to give her office a call before bringing it in.”

The meatloaf was in the warming oven with the baked potatoes when Carol and Jim arrived. Since the story was fully out, Meka hauled Jim in for a long, passionate kiss as he hit the entryway to the kitchen. Next to Meka, Lana squeaked when they began kissing, and she watched the whole kiss.

When Meka pulled back from Jim, she said, “Run along, you green-eyed, lovely-assed beauty.”

Jim asked, “What if I like the green-eyed, lovely-assed beauty watching us kiss?”

“She’s just trying to steal you from me.” Meka turned to Lana and said, “Go on. Shoo!”

“You never let me have any fun,” after which Lana grinned at the two lovers and skipped – yes, skipped past me to the dining room.

Of course, with the slightly shorter skirt she was wearing today – as were we all, the flapping skirt that was a result of the skipping showed off the lower inch or so of her lovely cheeks. As usual, Meka was holding the trunk she wanted him to wear. I was adding the finishing touches to the diverse salad when Carol came out of their bedroom wearing a snug, short-legged boyshort and a tube that showed both cleavage and underboob. I made a bet with myself that she’d find a way to sit next to Brett when we adjourned to the living room after dinner.

I hollered, “Ollie, ollie, in come free,” as I walked the huge salad bowl to the table as Lana was finishing filling water glasses.

“Goddess, he’s so hot.”

I glanced over my shoulder and saw no one coming, so quietly asked her, “Do you want him?”

She startled, looked at me through her eyelashes, then nodded.

I added, “You’ll have to tell Brett.”

“I know, but not yet. I don’t know why, but he makes my... [barely whispered] pussy itch.”

The rush to chairs had begun, and we finished our tasks, and Lana helped me with pulling dinner out of the warming oven, at which point, Inez walked by. I was dumbfounded. She’s the most conservative of Dad’s wives and of the four moms. I had never seen her in such skimpy clothing. Her breasts are slightly smaller than Gracey’s, but she was wearing, like Carol, a tube showing both cleavage and underboob and short white Daisy Dukes. The contrast between the bright white shorts and her medium-brown skin was exquisite. I suspected she was commando. Meka also wore a shorter skirt in white paired with a skimpy white halter, and I already knew she was commando; she had let me check earlier. Not only was she commando, but she had also been wet. Jim followed right behind her and was obviously wearing only a single item of clothing. Rather, he was wearing clothing on only one part of his body: a short white trunk over a black thong that was obvious beneath the trunk. His cock was also quite apparent. Celeste was wearing the pink bikini top she had worn to a Thursday get-together, the one showing most of her underboob.

“Wow,” I thought. “I wonder what will happen in the living room tonight.” I was guessing there would be at least some obvious fondling.

Once we were all seated, Dad stood, glass in hand, and said, “Wednesday nights are fast becoming our favorite nights in the W. Not only do we get our vast array of pretty daughters to join us for dinner, but those dozen daughters of 12 different mothers also visit because our new family member joins us on those evenings. We’ve also been graced with Brett’s presence of late, and I’d like to welcome him into the bosom of the family. Of course, Carol would probably not mind welcoming him into her bosom.”

There was much chuckling.

“Also now a regular visitor, Jim again joins us for food, conversation, laughter, and a good time. Tonight, we have some good news. While not stopped, the cancer has inexplicably declined in growth rate. If that continues, this will be the last week for a while that he visits only one night a week. If that continues, we’ll enjoy his sparkling company two nights a week for a while. The toast is to Jim and family.”

There was a lot of flesh visible at the table. Andy was wearing a new Liya product, a relatively wide tube, but one with windows on the sides that showed off the sides of her boobs. Although I couldn’t see it below the table, she wore a short skirt that was actually a waistband to which was attached individual hanging swaths of cloth in front and back, leaving the sides of her lovely legs bare. I had not yet ascertained whether she was commando then but learned later that she was not. We had Brett wearing his new maroon short-leg yoga short without undies. Like Jim and Brett, the only clothing Dad was wearing was a snug trunk that showed off his cock in its flaccid state, and which I doubted could hold him inside at full mast.

As usual, dinner was loud and boisterous, with lots of laughter.

Carol was sitting next to me, and at one point, she leaned in and said, “I love this family so much. I’ve probably had more fun and great times since Rhee and I have been living here than all the rest of my adult life put together. I love all the sex, all the skimpy clothes, all the freaking hot girls, and our three hot guys.”

Quietly, I asked her, are you going to partake of all three tonight?”

She looked at me, and asked, “Would that be a problem?”

“Only if you had Brett’s cock inside you in any way or even caused it to be outside his yoga short.”

She smiled at me, saying, “I wasn’t thinking anything like that serious, but he is hot and my pussy’s been reacting to him being here on Wednesdays.”

“From what Dad said, I assume you’ve discussed just such with him.”

“Yes, and I probably should have brought that to you, or, more importantly, have had you in the discussion. Why don’t we find an out-of-the-way corner to talk about such right after dinner.”

I nodded. Dinner ran its course, and many of us worked at clearing and cleaning the table, while others began on the final kitchen cleanup. As I was the primary cook tonight and had managed much of the first kitchen cleanup, I didn’t have to help with kitchen cleanup; Carol and I slipped outside and sat on the rim of the hot tub with our legs dangling in the water.

“I guess we need to know how far things have gone with Brett. Obviously, you haven’t had intercourse, but Inez and I need to know what could push any or all of you girls too far. We do not want to get ahead of you girls with him, as I’m pretty sure some of them would take that poorly.”

“That’s my take. All the freshman girls would prefer it if no one gets far ahead, as we’re planning on advancing in lockstep. We’ve not seen his cock, other than the shape through opaque shorts. We’ve also had no sexual touching, not of pelvic areas on any of us, nor of breasts. Really, other than hugs and two kisses each per day, we could be considered platonic friends.”

“Oh. That’s surprising. We figured things had moved along but hadn’t gotten to intercourse. We even figured on about an even chance on oral. That’s okay, and we’ll not do anything that puts us in the lead. Would you consider kissing okay?”

“Yes, that would be fine, but beware. Lana was his kissing teacher and he’s damned good. She hasn’t taught him everything she knows, yet, but even a minute-long kiss with him gets our engines firing.”

“Hmm. That sounds fun. Sandy and I had a talk with Charlie during the last time Inez was away. He told us that he did not expect fidelity from us if opportunities came up here with guys in or very close to the family. Sandy objected strenuously for herself, and you and I are the only ones that know why. Or knew why at the time. She told him about her infidelity this past weekend. Had I been her, I would have done it very differently. She said she wanted to give Charlie the chance to do whatever he wanted with any of his current lovers or – and it was surprising that she told me this, she really wanted him to do something like have a one-night stand this week. I could have told her that he’d never agree to that. Her backup hope was for him to get a new lover from the family or a close associate while she’s gone. I don’t know the details, and she didn’t tell me much, but it didn’t go well, despite that Charlie was adamant about not even separating. I get the feeling that she was hoping it would be one of the freshman girls. The important thing is that Charlie wants to talk to you about what she proposed and ask you about what to tell her when she returns. He didn’t give me any details on that.”

“I agree with you, Carol. She shouldn’t have done that here and then been away on business immediately after. She needed to be nearby so they could talk when he wanted, not 300 fucking miles away. I guess I know where I get the ... personal blinders. I can figure lots of social stuff out, but if I’m involved in any substantial matter, my ability to figure everything out drops dramatically. Liya’s been such a help to me in explaining stuff that I interpreted incorrectly when I’ve run into such situations. Mom should have stayed, called in sick, something.”

She said, “About Brett and the new girls. We’ve liked what Lana’s been doing. God, she is so freaking hot. I hope she’ll want to make love with me.”

“She will. We have to give her multiple orgasms a couple of days a week just to keep her on a level keel.”

“What did she do before she moved down here?”

“She didn’t have Brett at hand 24/7 in Yellow Springs, and that’s a big part. She gets a reflection of sorts with us girls, but she’s gorgeous and fun, so none of us at all mind having to love her to orgasm. One more thing, please don’t touch Brett’s cock, even outside his short. That’s something else that some of the girls really want to be a special thing for us. We’ve just about got everyone assigned to various of his firsts. However, kissing is more than fine; I’m pretty sure he’ll be into it. At least, he really likes kissing us.”

We talked a bit about Brett’s appointment, but she mentioned nothing that Brett had not told us.

I asked, “If the first one comes up essentially negative for sperm, should we get a second test? I’d hate to count on one test result being correct. Liya and I have talked about it, and we feel we should get two, and from different labs. What do you think?”

“Given what’s at stake and your unwillingness to consider even The Pill as foolproof enough, I don’t see how you not have a second, even a third test done. Having more than one of his girlfriends become pregnant would almost guarantee someone looking into that, and we do not want that.”

“Yes, I’ve thought the same. Brett told us he and his parents talked last night. Apparently, they’d have been willing to take him to the fertility clinic that had helped them have Brett, so that could be the second test.”

“Huh. A place like that might do its own testing. You should have Brett ask whom my doctor uses for tests like that. If you want a third, I’ll ask her for her thoughts on a different lab. While it’s ... illegal for a doctor to do some things without parental permission, I just don’t know if this is one of those things, so having his parents’ permission would be useful. There is the option of Mexico if there are too many roadblocks here, but it seems like we’re okay here.”

“Thanks, Carol-Mom. I probably haven’t told you this often enough, particularly recently, but I’m so glad you joined the family. I love you.”

She hugged me and replied, “I love you, Beth.”

We pulled our legs out of the water (boy, did that water feel wonderful), dismounted, then headed for the back door. Dad was coming out of it just as we arrived.

Carol said, “Charlie, have I ever told you what a wonderful genetic daughter you have?”

He frowned in apparent thought, then said, “Hmm, not in the past six hours, anyway.”

“Charlie Williams, I’m so in love with you,” after which she kissed him hard.

Dad said, “I had no idea that it would be this wonderful with you living here, the two of us married to each other.”

“I’ll leave your daughter to you.” She eyeballed me and said, “I’ll keep something of a lid on the ... festivities in there until you get a chance to be involved.”

“Thanks.”

Dad began, “Where can we...”

“On the tub’s rim with our legs in the water.”

“Should we curtail the ... near-sex in the living room by having this be a hot tub night?”

“Carol will keep a lid on it.”

Just in case he was going to, I didn’t allow him to avoid what we needed to discuss, by saying, “Carol gave me a brief synopsis. What about Mom did you want to discuss with me?”

I surprised him, but he quickly gathered his wits and asked, “Why is Sandy so insistent upon being punished? I was willing to let it go, but...”

“Dad, she knows she made a big mistake, probably the biggest of her life. You know she’s in love with you. Right? Crazy in love with you?” When he nodded, I stated, “She’s utterly embarrassed and cried like a baby when I confronted her. I think that was a cause, perhaps just a minor one, for her being so excited to, essentially, give you sex affairs with your daughters, your many daughters, and their mothers, and others. I told her then that I’d give her time to tell you, but she was so scared you’d divorce her. I told her I thought you’d be hurt – yes, I know, duh, but that you loved her so much that it probably wouldn’t end her marriage. I don’t know what happened. I know that there seemed to be a little friction between you well before that fateful day. I’ve opined to myself that, perhaps she got so deeply into the bank, her career, that she forgot how to live like she wanted to live.”

“Yes, exactly that. We had a handful of discussions about her focusing almost solely on work, beginning almost two years ago. I never got the impression that she truly understood what I was saying, that while her career was important, it wasn’t the most important part of her life. I knew something had changed last spring because she was much more in the family than she’d been for a while. That branch-manager slot, however, had come to occupy most of her attention. She worked too much, and she stressed too much. She was even willing to be gone during the week should she be offered a position too far away to make a daily commute. And then she seemed to come to her senses regarding work. I even told her once that I’d be willing to retire, and the three of us could live off our money, but she wanted that damned slot, that stepping stone for regional, even HQ positions. She got the position, but shortly thereafter stopped stressing about work, turned her focus to the family, and we’re where we are ... because of that.

“Beth, she absolutely insisted that I had to punish her, saying that if I really loved her, I’d punish her for her mistake. Not only did I not want to do that, but her argument made no logical sense. Everyone makes mistakes, but I was willing ... and wanted to give her a pass. Look at what she’s given me, but she wouldn’t let it go. I snapped and gave her the first punishment that crossed my mind.”

He told me the punishment, and the telling was not short. I almost fell off the rim onto the deck. I might have, except Dad caught me.

We sat there on the rim, his arm still around me, for some time, until I broke it with, “She’s voided her responsibility. She’s getting punished, so she’s gotten ... absolution. She needs to be disabused of that notion.”

“I agree, but I couldn’t get her to see that. I’m worried. I’m worried she’ll try to run the course I set her as punishment out to the very end and not realize what she’s really doing.”

I suggested something to him. He began arguing that my suggestion had merit, but that it was too extreme.

“Dad, you’re not getting it, but I understand why you’re not. You cannot possibly make it too severe, because the onus is on her to end the punishment. While I know what your response will be, you must keep it severe, severe enough that she’ll finally get tired of it and figure out that she has the power to end it.”

“I’m just afraid that she’ll end it in a way that will not help any of us.”

Softly, I said, “Mom’s very smart, and she always works things over in her mind. Something will cause a hiccup in her thought process, and she’ll realize what she’s done, and will end it almost immediately.”

He looked at me for a long time, staring with his blue eyes into mine, but after a time of indeterminate length, his shoulders relaxed, and he said, “You’re probably right.”

“Are we good?”

“Beth, I love you so much. We’re good. I think you and I need to have a day to ourselves, talk about a bunch of things that either or both of us think are important, discuss stuff that’s completely unimportant, and just be with each other. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss you and the girls running around the W. Beyond the sex, well beyond it, I have so much loved what we created, you and your friends so comfortable with their parents. The past four to five months have been the best of my life. Again, that does not include the sex, which, while utterly wonderful, is still only a small part of why those months have been so good. I just love the energy, the activity you and your sisters and friends brought to our house.”

“It’s been a crazy whirlwind, but we’ve enjoyed it, too, Dad, very much so.” I breathed deeply, then asked, “Could we talk about sex and ... all this? The Wednesday nights, the family, our group – for which we’ve decided on Las Amadas as our identifier.

He nodded.

“Carol suggested this, but I want it straight from your mouth. Are you going to be okay with us moving into a sexual relationship with Brett sometime in the future?”

He reacted as if surprised, but answered, “Beth, you’re your own person. I never thought the sexual relationships I’ve had with you girls would last this long or be so active. I really thought it would be an occasional thing, so I’ve been greatly surprised at how much sex I’ve had with you girls. It’s been wonderful, but you’re you, and you and the girls obviously love Brett. I have no hold over your sex lives.”

“Yes, you do, Dad. We love being with you. Yes, we’ve pulled away, essentially, to set up housekeeping, but we did not intend for the slowdown with you and the Moms to be permanent, and we don’t want it to be permanent. What we want to be permanent is sex with you and our other parents. Dad, we don’t want to stop with you, but also not with the Moms.” He began responding, but I held up a hand and stated, “We want Brett, yes, but we also want you.” I held up my hand again, then added, “Brett figured us out. We don’t know when he figured it out, but he sprang his knowledge ... or guess or whatever ... on us when we were having a serious discussion within the Las Amadas about sex the other day. Dad, he’s stated – specifically and with no wiggle room – that he does not want to impinge or force his will on existing sexual relationships any of us have now, but also on any we may add in the future.”

I let him stew with that while he stared, wide-eyed, at me.

“Dad, Brett’s a really great guy, and we want him with us. But we all know another really great guy, and we want him with us, too. We want a compound-wide clothing-optional policy and a compound-wide sex policy, and Brett’s not only fine with it, but he also wants us to have it. He specifically told us, while he may not care to watch you and me having sex, he said that if it occurs in front of him, he could probably learn some things by watching. He’s now told us on two occasions in the past few days that he’ll be with us so long as we want him there – and here’s the important part – no matter our pasts, no matter what comes about in the present, no matter our futures, that we will need to tell him explicitly that we don’t want him anymore.”

“He must really love you.”

“He really loves all of us. We’ve told him we want him as our shared husband, but that you’ll be our permanent lover on the side. He smiled at Kim when she said that.”

He shook his head with a little smile, then said, “I wasn’t aware that Kim and I had become lovers. Did I miss something?”

I rolled my eyes at him and responded, “She’ll be in your bed sometime soon after she and Meka fix their relationship, and we expect that to be finalized in the next couple of weeks. You do want her. Don’t you?”

I fixed a beady on him to discourage him from weaseling, so he replied, “Yes. She’s very lovely in many of the same ways that my genetic daughter is.”

“Dad, we want to be our husband’s wives and your lovers, but we also want Brett to be our husband and your wives’ lover. We want there to be no lines dividing anyone in the compound from anyone else in the compound, no lines of any sort ... and he thought that sounded like a fine idea. Would you be okay with that?”

He stared into my eyes for a few seconds, and answered, “I’ve never thought it was particularly fair that I got all the women, while the women got only me. I understand that you girls love me, but some of your more-recent additions can’t possibly have spent enough time with me to love me.”

“You might be surprised. They’re all smart and very observant girls, Dad. Yes, some may not be in love with you, but they’re all in serious like with you, and all – all of them, Dad – want you ... in a sexual way. There’s not a girl or woman in the compound that doesn’t want you intimately in their lives. And we’re probably not finished adding members to the Las Amadas. There’s one more thing in that vein.” When he looked at me quizzically, I said, “Jim. Meka is interested in sharing him with Kim, and if that goes well, she might be interested in more. She has encouraged Lana to do anything she wants with her whenever she’s with Jim on Wednesdays. And that’s another thing. It looks to us that Wednesdays are shaping up to be the family-sex evening in the living room. Is that something that you and the Moms want, are trying for, or are willing to have happen?”

‘I’ve wondered that myself, and I agree with you that that’s what appears to be in the offing, but that seems to have come about organically. Carol loves it. She told me last night that she wanted Wednesdays to be a little crazy, as, and I quote, we’ve got three great guys in skimpy clothing on those nights. She wants to see what happens if she’s slightly encouraging in that direction. Do you know she has at least some designs on Brett?”

“Yes. We talked about that just now. I told her we’ve done nothing with him but kiss and that all of us would appreciate her not breaking him or taking various firsts with him that the girls want. I think she understands that the other four freshman girls have not had even boyfriends before and have no sexual experience with guys. She promised to respect our wishes.”

A companionable silence followed, and I let it go for a minute or so, then said, “Dad, I love you so much, as do my sister-friend-lovers. We’d prefer always having you nearby to talk like this. I’ve been stressing a bit at telling you about Brett, so this was much better than I thought it would be. I think ... Could we invite you to dinner with us one night when the girls are all here? I think all of us could benefit from a conversation with you about ... all this.”

He looked at me for a bit, then replied, “I’d like that. Give me at least a half-day’s notice, please.”

When we entered the living room, I was greatly surprised that everyone was watching a YouTube video on the TV, something on whales. I sat on Dad’s lap after he squeezed onto the west couch between Inez and Celeste, both of whom leaned into him. Since her head was right there, I twisted a bit to get my mouth on Celeste’s. We kissed somewhat casually for a minute or so, then I pulled back and pointed my chin at Dad. She took the hint, reached around his head with her right hand, turned it to her, and kissed him hard right behind me. I eased around in Dad’s lap so I could have a better view and was available to kiss Dad when she pulled away. Perhaps a minute into my kiss with Dad, Inez moved her head in close, so I relinquished Dad’s face to her. He turned his head to Inez, and I felt Dad begin growing under my butt. Since I did not want to lose my seat, I carefully rotated 180 degrees, scooted my butt back so that I was only barely perched on Dad’s knees, leaned over, and began kissing on his chest, licking his nipples, while I surreptitiously moved my right hand into his crotch and fondled him.

Dad moaned into Inez’s mouth, then pulled away, whereupon Celeste pulled his head to her and initiated another kiss with him. When I saw his cockhead push its way above the waist of his trunk, I considered what to do. My shoulder imp suggested something that seemed wickedly fun to me, so I backed off Dad’s knees, pushed his knees apart, went to my knees on the floor between his, then licked that bright red cockhead for a few seconds. I stood, leaving the head and a bit of shaft visible above the trunk, turned, and looked for Lana, who was bouncing in place with her excited energy on the south end of the east couch, so I stepped over the coffee table to her. I sat across her lap and put my mouth next to her left ear.

“Look at Charlie’s lap.” When she squeaked, I told her, “I just licked his cockhead. May I put my tongue in your mouth?”

She said nary a word, simply attacked my face in a kiss that started open-mouthed. I inserted my tongue into her mouth and swiped all around, then pulled back from her and dove to her left ear, again.

“There. You’ve now had Dad’s cock in your mouth indirectly.”

She squeaked again, then pulled my face to hers and we kissed somewhat maniacally for quite a while.

When she pulled away, she was panting heavily, her chest heaving in excitement.

“Ah, good,” I heard Kim say, so looked up at her as she said, “Lana, I need you for something of an experiment if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, but...”

I cut her off, saying, “Go ahead. We can always pick up where we left off later.”

She nodded, put her right hand in Kim’s right that she was holding out to help her up, and the two stepped over to Jim and Meka in the north love seat, Meka lounging on the left side of his body as she had done the last time. I followed them, as I had some suspicion about what Kim planned.

“Jim,” Kim said, “I was wondering if you’d felt Lana’s skin. We girls find it amazing to touch. To help you understand how different it is, I want you to touch hers first, then mine, then repeat the touch once each. Is that okay?”

He looked at Meka, who nodded, then answered, “Sure. That sounds like fun.”

Kim whispered in Lana’s ear, and I was well positioned to see Lana’s eyebrows fly up her head, followed shortly by a quick, emphatic nod of her head.

Lana turned her back to Jim, saying, “You should touch one of the softest parts of us,” after which she reached behind her and lifted the back of her skirt, holding it up.