Chapter 154

February 28, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

Meka made a point of joining us for breakfast in the J, rather than eating at the W with the various parents. More than a couple of us raised our eyebrows at her, although Rhee, of course, raised only her left one.

“Yes, yes. I need to talk. Dad read me the ... No, he was very calm, and told me, again, that I shouldn’t be so ... parochial about sex, which I found odd, as before I began hanging out here, I’d had sex with only one person. Here, I’ve had sex with many more than that, sometimes at the same time.” She inhaled and exhaled deeply, snort-grunted, then said, “I truly understand what Dad’s said, so why do I have such a problem with accepting what he says? I’m more than fine with having sex with a bunch of girls, and I certainly didn’t object to handling Brett’s cock, so why do I have such a problem with the thought of having sex with other guys? And that, despite really looking forward to making love with Brett and wondering how wonderful Charlie will be.” She tilted her head back and growled, “What is my problem?!”

Rhee responded, “That’s a change from the previous. You haven’t expressed frustration with yourself, previously, just with your dad telling you that becoming a full family member might be good for you. I’d say that you’re making progress!”

Meka closed her eyes and tilted her head back and exhaled loudly.

“I told him that I’d had my hands and/or mouth on the pussies of 12 girls, my hands on a boy’s cock, and I’d made love with six girls at least once each.”

I asked her, “If we were clear to make love with Brett, would you?”

“Goddess, yes. I think Charlie’s my big stumbling block. I understand most of the differences between Brett and Charlie. Is Brett okay in my mind because I know him from school so he could be a high-school boyfriend? That would be normal. So, why does my mind have a problem with making love with a 40-year-old man that is not my father, but the father of one of my best friends.”

I replied, “I don’t know, but Dad would hate it if you were to have to force yourself to have sex with him. You don’t have to solve this now. Like the rest of us, you can see the trajectory of Wednesday nights. I suggest not worrying it to death and just seeing what happens. He’ll never push things with you unless he’s absolutely certain you want him. Can you imagine wanting him?”

“Goddess, yes. He’s gorgeous, built, and incredibly kind and loving. Again, I could understand that I wouldn’t want to get involved with him because he’s someone’s dad but when I’ve been making love to my own dad for nearly two years...” She snorted, then added, “How does that make sense?”

Heather replied, “I think you’re pushing too hard on this. I suggest letting it go and, as Beth said, seeing how things go, seeing what happens, seeing how you feel. Wednesdays are probably going to provide you the best option for that, although, perhaps, you could date him occasionally and see how that goes.”

Meka stared at Heather for nearly a minute. The rest of us said nothing, as she tried to digest what Heather had said.

Eventually, she asked, “Is that it? Have I just not had ... sort of ... one-on-one time with him?” She suddenly whirled to me and asked, “You’ve been in love with him for a while and, presumably, you’ve had lots of one-on-one time with him. Could that be it?”

I shrugged at her, replying, “Probably. I know for the past couple of years, I’d occasionally come home with him from some little jaunt -- to one of my games or to get an ice cream with his daughter, that I would look at his back as he walked toward their bedroom and marvel at how wonderful a time I’d had with him and...” [I sniffled a couple of times] “what we’d done was nothing at all special, but he obviously enjoyed the time with me.”

I wiped my eyes and sniffled a few more times, and both Heather and Rhee wrapped their arms around me. Despite the tears in my eyes, I watched Meka stare at me, then shake her head rapidly.

“Maybe I should do that. I guess I’m just not comfortable with him, despite how sexy and attractive he is. I certainly found it very easy to fall in love with my dad, probably for some of the same reasons.”

Liya interjected, “If you’re going to do that, you should ask Sandy first. She’ll love it and will agree to it immediately, but with the current tension between Charlie and her, if you suddenly begin dating Charlie without letting her know ... Umm, that would be bad.”

Meka banged the back of her head gently against the refrigerator a couple of times and said, “But I also want to keep dating Kim. I’d purely hate it if just because we make love once, we stop spending non-sex time together. Where do I find the time?”

Celeste responded, “There’s no hurry, no deadline. If you can date him only once every two or three weeks, that’s not a bad thing. The idea is that you get to know him better and become comfortable with him. I had all those Thursday night dinners. Granted, you had most of those, too, but everyone knew that they were designed to get Charlie and me together. It’s what I wanted, anyway, but ... and you must have seen this, Meka ... he would focus on me for very short periods throughout the evening. Quite often, it felt almost as if he and I were out by ourselves. He’s an amazing man that can make many of us feel that each of us is the focus of his attention, without any of us actually being the focus of his attention, at least not like a one-on-one date. I don’t know how else to explain that, but I felt it many times on nearly every Thursday evening.”

Meka spent the next minute staring at Celeste, slowly nodding toward the end of that minute.

“I need to spend a bit of time with Sandy ... with no one else around.”

We returned from the gym and took a group shower ... except for Brett, of course.

“I’m really looking forward to the day when Brett can shower with us instead of by himself.”

“You and all the rest of us, Lana,” Gracey responded. “Sometimes I wonder if things will work out with all of us, but it’s always so freaking good when we’re all together. Last Friday and Saturday were incredible. You know, Heather was right. We could spend most of our time with Brett with all of us naked, and he’d never go beyond the rules, but I’m not sure that I could manage it.”

“I know what you mean, and I may be among the least interested in him of us, not that that means all that much given how much all of us want him,” Kim responded. “It won’t be long before Char’s here with us full-time ... in fact, just four days. Once she’s here, we can revisit the rules.”

We decided that we weren’t ready for Brett to wear an even skimpier panty on Wednesday night. That would come, but not yet. Fortunately, on Saturday we picked up more of the style we really liked and that he has been wearing most days when he is with us. And why not? As Lana says, he looks so incredibly good in it. He wore one of the new ones, a swirly pattern of aquamarine and bright pink. Heather, again, went minimalist, wearing only a not-too-brief black panty. Somehow, because we had allowed her to spend time in Brett’s lap with no top on a while ago, she has decided that she can be topless with him whenever she wants. She is something of a force of nature. But she is the exception that allegedly proves the rule, but none of us mind. We like having her pretty little titties in the air as much or more than Heather does. Brett has never fondled those titties except last Friday afternoon.

A week or so ago, Liya had taken one of Lana’s shorter skirts, altering it at Lana’s request. She had cut a huge portion out of the back of the skirt, leaving only a frame for Lana’s great ass. She wore that skirt today. The rest of us wore typically skimpy Wednesday-night attire. When we arrived at the W, Jim was wearing what had become his Meka-desired outfit, a white, semi-see-through panty that exposed the outer half of each cheek and through which one could get a general impression of his dark cock. Dad’s attire was not much less exciting, also being a white panty, but without the transparent aspect. The wives also wore typical skimpy attire, except Sandy. She wore a minidress that was fine, supple mesh, and nothing else. Her body was on display, but as if seen through very dirty glass.

Jim was helping with food prep at the island when Lana walked up to him and turned around.

Jim gulped a bit, then said, “You have a truly delectable ass, Lana.”

“Thank you, kind sir. Should you feel a need to touch it, now or later this evening, feel free.”

“I think I’m feeling the need right now.”

“Then have at it, kind sir.”

Jim put down the implements he was using to toss the huge salad; rubbed his hands together for ten or 15 seconds, presumably to warm them; then gently placed each of his hands on one of Lana’s cheeks, but held them still.

“You may move them around as much as you want, Jim.”

“Thank you, Dear. I’m continually amazed at how wonderful your skin feels, particularly on your fine ass.”

“I very much like it when you feel it.”

“Might I kiss one of your cheeks?”

Since I was standing facing Lana, I could see her eyes close and her nostrils flare as she shivered.

“Umm, I’d love that, but ... umm.” She closed her eyes for a second, opened them, then shouted, “Brett! Please come here.” Brett arrived at my shoulder shortly, and Lana said, “Brett, I know many of the rules are in abeyance on Wednesday nights and I’ve received a request that I’d like to honor, but I don’t want you falling behind with me. Jim would like to kiss one of my cheeks ... Uh, one of my ... lower cheeks. Would you be willing to kiss the other one at the same time? If not, I’ll decline the request.”

Brett stared at her for a few seconds, then said, “I love you, Lana. I’ll do almost anything you request of me.” He looked at Jim asking, “Which cheek did you want?”

Jim smiled at Brett and answered, “I don’t know that I have a preference. Do you?” When Brett shook his head, Jim responded, “Since it would be a bit easier for you to get to the right one, I’ll take the left one. Come on over here. Once you’ve got your lips on her lovely cheek, I’ll put mine on the left one, if that’s okay with you.”

“That would be fine, Jim. Feel free on subsequent Wednesdays to kiss one or both of her cheeks should she allow such.”

Brett stepped over behind Lana and knelt on the floor; Jim mirrored his actions. Those of us in the kitchen at the time – Carol, Inez, Liya, Meka, and me – stepped around the island to watch. Brett leaned in with puckered lips and placed them against Lana’s right cheek, at which Lana gave out a little moan. When Jim added his to her ass, she squeaked quietly. Their two heads were nearly touching, and I wondered how Brett felt about that, but he began placing soft kisses on that cheek, moving his face slightly between kisses. Jim again mirrored Brett’s actions.

Lana moaned deep in her chest a couple of times, then gave out a throaty, “Ohhh.”

At that, Brett nodded his head once, leaned back, and then stood, with Jim following his lead, after which Brett said, “Lana, your ... ass not only looks wonderful, but it feels wonderful to my lips.” He turned to Jim and asked, “What did you think?”

“Simply lovely.”

Brett swallowed a bit nervously, then added, “You know that we’re incredibly lucky to be able to do things like that with such a beautiful girl.”

“Yes, we are, and I thank the beautiful girl, herself, for the great honor, and I thank you for being many steps up from the typical young teen boys that I remember at that age. I was such a boy. I didn’t learn respect for girls and women until a much later age. These girls are very fortunate to have found you.”

His face quite red, Brett responded, “I don’t know that I deserve all that praise. In order to be involved with them, I fully understand that I must share. However, I’m ... encouraged by ... how not too difficult it was to share that with you. And I meant what I said. On future Wednesdays, particularly if I’ve already done whatever with whichever girl, you do not need to have me present to share in ... whatever activity.” When Jim nodded in acknowledgment, Brett grinned and then said, “Man, that was fun.” He turned to Lana and added, “Thanks, Lana, for that. It was... very enjoyable.”

Lana turned her body to the same direction her head was facing, looked down at Brett’s crotch, looked up at him, then responded, “I can see that. I can’t wait for the time when I can just casually reach down and touch what Heather calls ‘that awesome boner.’” She turned back to Jim, saying, “I give you carte blanche to touch or rub my ass on Wednesdays. You need not ask every time. However, please ask should you wish to put your lips on it, again. I’d like Brett to do that with you if he’s willing. Perhaps you could each kiss the other cheek next time. Goddess, that felt incredible!”

We sat to a dinner of an immense salad of mixed greens (spinach and five types of lettuce), hard-boiled egg, black olives, cubes of both chicken and pork, shredded cheeses of four varieties, little strips of taco shell, carrots, radishes, and diced poblanos. Since some of us didn’t like a few ingredients, there were diced tomatoes, sliced celery, and sliced cucumber that individuals wanting them could add to their bowls. A variety of dressings were on the table, and we tucked into the feast with many appreciative tasty-food noises. I ate three bowls; it was so good.

As per usual, after dinner cleanup, we adjourned to the living room still set up as it had been last Wednesday. Sandy had an announcement that she gave a little red-faced.

“The reason I’m wearing this ... revealing garment is that I’m being punished ... with good reason ... as I was a bad wife last spring. Until further notice, I am the family’s sex slave. While there are a few ... activities I am allowed to refuse, anyone wishing to have me do something sexual with or to you, you need only be in the compound and order me to do it prefaced by the words, ‘Sex Slave.’ This holds true for every resident or semi-resident in the compound, not just the long-term family members. I made the worst mistake of my life, and I deserve punishment. Some of you know what I did; some others may suspect. Yes, I was unfaithful to the most wonderful man and husband that I can imagine. I’m truly sorry for that lapse, but I insisted on being punished, so please do not look askance at Charlie.

“Some of you know, others possibly don’t. While I have been the ... semi-immediate family’s sex slave for a while, that was my wish, as I have something of a submissive streak. This is...” She looked around at Dad, then at Carol, then continued with, “This is not intended...” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back onto her shoulders with something of a distressed look on her face, after which, with her eyes still closed, she said, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Her face crumpled, and she immediately turned and ran to their bedroom. Dad followed immediately. Many of those that had not lived in the W looked around at various of us, particularly Carol, who responded.

“I think Sandy has finally understood why Charlie didn’t want to punish her. Sex should never be used as a weapon. Not... ever. You younger girls, please take that lesson to heart.” She looked around, then added, “That is certainly something of a ... libido killer, but we can, at least, have some conversation. Or we could take this out to the hot tub. I suspect that nearly everyone’s apparel would not be greatly harmed by immersing it in the tub’s water.”

After a very short discussion, we opted for the hot tub. One of the reasons may well have been the lovely evening, the temperature still in the upper 50s and a clear sky.

Once we had been settled in the hot tub for a few minutes and everyone was quietly luxuriating in the water, Heather said, “It seems ... weird to be in the tub with clothes on, although, granted, I’m wearing barely any clothing. We girls are usually in here naked, although not when Brett’s with us.”

After silence reigned for nearly a minute, Meka grunted, then said, “If everyone can keep from flaunting, that is, stay seated regardless, I would be willing to allow for abeyance of the clothing rules in Brett’s presence.” She hesitated as Lana squeaked, but continued with, “Of course, Jim is also here, and Charlie might join us. Despite ... No. I’m fairly certain that the Moms would be fine with nudity here tonight, but one or more girls might not. Particularly for the four of you with little experience being naked in the presence of guys, would any of you object? Please don’t go along just to go along. If you have concerns, say so, and we won’t do this ... and no one, I repeat, no one will think poorly of any objectors.”

Brit, bless her soul, said, “I’m nervous about this, but I don’t object.”

Brett responded, “I feel as Brit does. Of course, I’m not wearing anything on my torso, so, as long as I’m seated, I won’t be showing off anything everyone here hasn’t seen many times.”

Cera simply said, “I’m with them,” a comment to which Lana nodded her head energetically.

Meka asked if anyone else had objections; there were none, so we all divested ourselves of clothing.

Carol said, “Those of you on the north and east sides, please hand your apparel to someone on the south or west sides and have that person put the clothing on the shelf behind them.”

A few seconds after that task was completed and everyone had returned to luxuriating, Lana squeaked.

“Sorry. I tend to do that when I’m feeling ... strong emotion.”

Jim responded, “There’s no need ... no need at all ... to apologize. I find it something of a ... pleasant aspect of who you are. While it may not be entirely voluntary, it’s very cute, and I cannot imagine anyone here objecting to it.”

“Thanks, Jim. I object to it only slightly, as it also happens when I’m somewhat embarrassed, thus did not need something to cause others to note my embarrassment.”

“Please don’t worry about it. If you mind answering, just tell me that, but how many ... males have previously been in your presence when you’ve been naked ... not counting when you were a baby?”

When she squeaked, there was much chuckling, but she then answered, “Only Brett,” then dropped her red face.

“Lana Ludmilla Webster! Head up! Shoulders back! Be proud!” After Lana had reacted, Liya added more softly, “And you have a lot about which to be proud.”

After we’d been naked for 15 minutes, or so, Dad came out to the tub.

“Are we all topless or ... Oh. I see from the clothing on the shelf that we’re going nude in the hot tub tonight. Will this be of regular occurrence from this point?”

Celeste responded, “No. This is, for now, a one-off, with our clothing rules concerning Brett’s presence in abeyance. If you’re going to join us in nudity, please get in and have a seat, then remove your ... panty. We’re not naked to be naked, but solely because this is a hot tub, and most of us like being nude in the tub. We’ll probably be quite a while, perhaps months, but possibly less time, before we’re ready as a group for general nudity in the compound. We do, however, plan to get there.”

Dad nodded, stepped into the tub, grabbed an open space between Celeste and Inez, then removed his panty and put it on the shelf behind him.

“I must say,” Dad said, “that the variety of breasts or partial breasts visible above the water is most interesting. I hope no one considers that gauche. If so, I apologize and hope you’ll erase the last 30 seconds of the videotape.”

Brit replied, “That’s not a problem for me. As Celeste said, we do plan to get to the point where nudity is the typical condition in the compound, but it might be either gradual or abrupt. If the latter, then it will be a while. I’m feeling both nervous and excited about this. Overall, it’s ... positive ... for me.”