Chapter 165

March 20, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

I woke to a grunt-moan curled into the back of Brett. I could also hear movement beyond Brett, so opened my eyes and lifted my head to see over him. He was curled into Celeste, who had her back to me, but I could see her right shoulder moving. I guessed that Brett’s cock was touching her in some fashion and she’d gotten turned on enough to go after an orgasm. Celeste let out another noise, and Brett came out of his sleep-style breathing.

Since his right ear was right in front of me, I whispered, “Don’t move. Don’t say anything.”

He gave a short nod to let me know he understood. I lifted farther and put my right forearm on Brett’s side and levered myself up farther. Celeste stepped onto the Stairway.

I whispered to him, “Kiss her shoulder and neck.”

He nodded again, then lifted up and, presumably, put his lips on her shoulder, then it looked like he was tracing soft kisses up her shoulder to her neck. I could only assume, as I could not see through his head, but I could see that it was moving closer to hers. She moaned loudly when he reached her neck. He did not stop but seemed to stretch farther, probably to get to her ear. She moaned more loudly and went into orgasm.

I whispered, “Keep giving her soft kisses on her head and neck.”

She whimpered as she was coming down and when she had stopped breathing heavily, she said, “I’ll give you exactly two hours to stop doing that.”

He responded, “Okay. Beth, could you start a timer for me?”

Celeste gave out what I can only call a chuckle-whimper, then groaned, “Oh, Brett. You’re ... dangerous, particularly with these girls giving you pointers. Thanks for that. You made it even better.”

“I don’t know if Beth started a timer, but I’d guess I still have an hour and 58 or so minutes to kiss the tasty skin on your neck and the side of your head.”

She turned over, put her left arm around him, and pulled him tightly into her, her breasts probably smushed into his chest.

When he seemed to move his lower body, she said, “Don’t worry about that. You can hug me with your whole body.”

From behind Celeste, someone, I think it was Brit, said, “I want one of those.”

From right behind me, while Lana found my right breast with her right hand, she said, “Everyone in the bed wants one of those, Brit. But, since you called it, you’re first in line when Brett’s got more of those to give.”

I turned within Lana’s right arm, so she began rubbing my back with it, and very quietly asked, “Did you pick that spot because of its proximity to Brett or to me?”

“A bit of both,” she replied so quietly that I barely got that. Then she added, her mouth right on my left ear, “Can we find a time to talk about ... that?”

By way of an answer, I gave her a peck on the lips.

Celeste and Brett separated and we began our efforts to get ready for school with a group shower, the first Brett shared with us. He was paired with Andy, who was quite happy to snag the first chest washing he got to do. His cock was very hard and we suggested that he orgasm in the shower.

“Good, ‘cause this has me so excited.”

I find it amazing how comfortable he has gotten with masturbating while we watch. Of course, that turns us on, so it is good that we woke before the alarm.

At the breakfast table adorned by three boxes of cold cereal, all of us naked at the table, Celeste explained our orgasm alarm clock, “I drifted awake and realized that Brett was curled into me ... and that his cock was hard and with the full length of it pressed against my right butt cheek. He was obviously asleep, but it turned me on so much that I had to go for it. When Beth woke, probably because of one of my moans, and Brett woke, too, she had him kiss from my shoulder to my ear while I was in the process of cumming. It was going to be an okay orgasm, but that made it quite a bit better. Girls, when we remove all the shackles, we’re going to have a great lover, whose only lack will be stamina. I suspect with him having to satisfy 13 of us, that he’ll probably develop that stamina relatively quickly. God, this could be so good.”

Brett’s face went red, but he kept his head up and responded, “I appreciate your words, Celeste, but I probably still have lots and lots to learn.”

Lana replied, “That’s certainly true, but you always listen to us when we suggest ways you can make it better for us. You don’t think you’re the Goddess’s gift to women and that you know all you need to know. You’re willing to learn. I have no experience with any guys but you and Jim. Knowing at least a bit of Celeste’s story, I’m sure she could tell you tales about inept guys that didn’t learn.”

“God, yes, and way too many of them. Being as inexperienced as you are, the most critical aspect of being a good lover is willingness, even a burning desire to learn the sorts of things that all girls like and also the things that each girl likes. Brett, you’re doing very well. You’re not even 15 and you’re more caring, more sensitive, and more willing to take direction about loving us than most of the guys I’ve been with. Some of that was my fault, certainly, some of it for my choices and some of it for not telling them what I liked, what I needed. Just keep listening to us and never be embarrassed that there’s something you don’t know and – this will be very critical in the beginning – don’t worry that you orgasm sooner than you wanted. Once you’ve cum, you’ll last longer when, five minutes later, I take you into me again. I’m so looking forward to that ... my love.”

Brett’s chin fell, he stuttered for a bit, then finally got out, “You ... love me?”

“I do. More importantly, I’m in love with you. I love Charlie a lot and the sex I’ve had with him has been incredible, the best I’ve ever had with a guy. But I’m here in this house because this is where you are. Yes, I very much enjoy all these girls for both sexual and non-sexual reasons, but if I were more interested in Charlie than you, I’d be living in the W.” When Brett stuttered again, she added, “The day we met was the day I started on the path to loving you. You were so careful and so concerned not to annoy any of the girls when they gave you permission to touch them in intimate ways. I’ve been around and with teenaged boys that took advantage of minor permissions in order to cop major feels. Because of the choices I made in high school, I never dated – and I use that term mostly euphemistically – quiet, nice boys. That day down in the basement here when you modeled for Brit, I was surprised by your behavior, pleasantly surprised. So, I paid more attention when you were around, and here we are.”

March 20, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

Lana and I finally got a chance to talk alone and I was surprised by what she said. Surprised, but pleasantly so.

“I love all our ... sister-wives, b-but I ... I’m crazy in love with you, just about as much as I am with Brett. I know that you’ve had a lot of time with ... the others of the Go5, and that you’ve had years with all but Heather. I don’t need you to ... confess your undying love for me. Although I do need you to love me, I’m pretty sure you do.”

“I do, Lana. The first week you were here, I knew you were nervous, probably due mostly to trying to keep a hook in Brett when you had no way to know that we’d even like you, much less love you. You needn’t worry about that; we all love you. You’re a superb addition to us. You bring a few somethings to Las Amadas that we did not previously have. Though not as important as some other things, your ... including Jim in your ... interest in sex has caused all of us to do at least a minor rethink on how we interact with the parents. I did not have a sexual interest in Jim until recently, and you are the cause of that. I count that lesson as very important, and one I may not have learned without your presence. All of us are very glad you’re with us, and I’d fight tooth and nail to keep you with us, to keep you safe.

“You may know, but I can’t remember if I’ve said this in your presence, but my biggest worry for us is the future, our post-high school future. I try not to dwell on that, but my mind goes there occasionally. I’m afraid that we’ll scatter ... for colleges, for jobs, and nothing will be like it is, now, and won’t ever be, again. I love you. I love everybody. It hurts me to look ahead because I’m afraid of a time when you’re not near. It hurts as much as not having Brit, Kim, or even Meka. You’ve become very important to me since you arrived. We still haven’t shared a night together, just us. Would you be good with tonight being that night?”

She threw her arms around me and squeezed me into a tight hug.

After a bit of nude socializing in the Las Amadas bedroom, Lana and I excused ourselves to spend the night in the main floor bedroom

“Thanks for this,” Lana stated. “I would have been happy to make love with you in the big bed, but this is better, at least for our first time with only us.”

“This is, generally, how ... the family has done this sort of thing, good, quality alone time for lovers.”

At first, I found it odd that she seemed nervous, but then I realized that this would be her first time having sex with only one of us. I told myself to take it slowly and make it spectacular for her. I knew I’d have a great time, as I’ve come to see her as nearly as important to me as the Go5 and Meka. I stepped fully into her and gently wrapped her in my arms, then kissed her lightly. After a few minutes of having my lips gently on hers, I started gently kissing other parts of her face: her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose, her ears, her chin.

Since I was lying partly on her back, I got my face under her chin and began kissing her neck while I also moved my right hand to her left breast. I lightly stroked that breast while I put light kisses on the soft skin of her neck. Gradually, I ramped up the intensity, both in the kisses and with my hand on her breast.

“Oh, Goddess!”

Perhaps I was too slow in ramping up the intensity, as she suddenly rolled me onto my back and climbed onto me in a mirror image of how I’d been on her. When she began lightly kissing me all over my face, I realized that I had not been too slow, but that she wanted to give me what I had given her.

I do not know how long we continued in this gentle manner, but it was lovely. Eventually, we both got more aggressive and, at a point where I was back partially on her, I marched my right hand down her belly, over her mons, and thence to the top of her pussy. I played around and on it for a while, her mouth emitting squeaks, her chest emitting moans. I quickly got her a nice orgasm, but then we began going at each other hot and heavy, and, at a point when she was partly on me, she skootched down and began laving my lips with her tongue as she stroked both my breasts with her hands. She ran her hands slowly down my body while maintaining her efforts on my pussy. When those hands got where her mouth was, she went after me hard, and a minute or so later she sent me to the moon.

We shared a couple of rounds of hot sex in 69, one each her above and me above. After the orgasms when I was above, I think we both lost time. When I was coherent, I rolled off her and turned myself end to end, after which we shared soft loving, each of our respective right hands in the other’s pussy as we each grabbed another climax, then drifted to sleep.

March 21, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

Kim stayed with Meka last night. Since Tuesdays are nights that Meka usually spends with Jim, we’re pretty sure that Meka got her wish last night to share him with Kim. In the Sprinter on the way to school, Kim sat with Brit, Liya, and me in the far-back seat.

“God, I really had no clue that my sex life before moving in with you was so ... inferior. I had begun suspecting that, but, damn, last night was great. My ex was ... nowhere near close to the lover Jim is. I’d never come more than once on a cock in a bout of sex and loving before last night.”

I asked, “Didn’t you say you thought you were his first?”

“He said I was, but I’m just not sure. I’d had only one time before him, and that was such a disaster that even previously virginal me knew it. I probably could have made it better with James, but I just couldn’t find the ... wherewithal to tell him how to make it better for me. While there are a few little things that are possibly unique to me, Jim pushed nearly all my buttons last night. I’m still flying a bit.”

Liya remarked, “Good for you, Girl! Welcome to our world, where we want only really great guys that avidly want to make love great for us.” She turned to me and asked, “And how was your night?”

“Really great. I almost don’t want to share, but you should take her up on it if she offers you a one-on-one night.”

“You two have seemed to develop a ... very close relationship. She seems to have a ... special thing for you.”

I admitted that to be true, then added, “But I wouldn’t throw the Go5 to the road. I’d be very sad if we lost everyone else, but I could still be happy with my closest lovers.”

Stepping into the shower after returning from practice, I said, “Remember, because it’s Sandy’s birthday next Wednesday, we’re going to try to surprise her with a few presents tonight. I think it’ll be best to give her our present when we break for dessert.” I then stepped to Brett and asked, “Are you sure you’ll be okay watching our present for Mom? You could go out to the tub or something while she watches it.”

“No. I’ll probably be okay. If I find myself not okay, I’ll take your suggestion to heart, but I think I’ll be fine.”

I looked into his eyes for a while, then told him, “Had we known that you were...”

He interrupted, “I understand. You’ve told me that before, and that was entirely my fault. Entirely. However, the way I think of ... this whole thing is that, despite what might have happened if I’d broken out a year earlier than I did, it’s all unknowable. So many things would have been different. You might not have started a sexual relationship with Rhee. You might not have rescued Heather. I look at what I’m on the cusp of having and I would not ... change ... a ... thing, as any change would have unknowable ramifications. If the only real negative I deal with is that Charlie is sexually involved in most of my girlfriends’ lives, I can deal with it and enjoy the life that I have, the life that we all hope I have.

“Beth, I’ve gotten to spend large portions of the previous two days naked with 13 pretty girls. That’s much more than enough to overcome the possible negative of your existing ... and approaching sexual relationships with two really great guys. Each of you will be sharing with 16 others; I’ll be sharing, in the short term, with only two others. I get the best out of that deal.”

I began responding, but he cut me off, “No, Beth. I think the sharing will not be a large problem for me. I greatly enjoyed sharing Lana’s butt with Jim last week. I understand that actually seeing ... Charlie’s or Jim’s cock moving in you could be different, but I willingly pay nearly any price, including that one, for having what I have now, much less having what I could have in the near future. I love you so much, Beth, and I want you to have what you want, obviously within reason. Charlie and Jim? That’s well within what I would call reason.”

I threw my arms around him and kissed him hard ... there in the shower ... with all the other girls. Perhaps a half-minute into the kiss, Lana wormed her way into our embrace, nudged my head from Brett’s, and kissed him hard for ten seconds or so. Then she kissed me in like fashion, and I returned that kiss.

When the three of us separated, Meka said, “Okay, now. No more worrying about Brett’s ... potentially negative responses to our other guys sexing us up until he shows he can handle it or has some problem. Right, Beth?” When I began to argue, she shushed me, then added, “No, Beth. You can’t treat him like a child but expect him to act like an adult.”

I looked at Meka with tearful eyes, then turned to Rhee when she stated, “We all understand that you’ve been wanting him to be a good friend for seven years after he went behind his walls in second grade. We also truly understand that you’ve fallen for him hard, very hard. Meka’s right, Love. You’ve got to accept Brett’s words at face value, else you demean what he’s willing to do, willing to get past just to have what he’s wanted since first grade, which is you as his best friend. You can’t be his best friend if you’re not going to trust him.”

I lost it, and threw myself into Rhee’s arms, my head on her left shoulder, while still managing to think about the words Meka and Rhee had told me. I calmed in less than a minute, accepted that they were right. I turned within Rhee’s arms to face Brett.

“I’m s-sorry, Br...”

“You’re forgiven,” he said as he stepped to me and wrapped his arms around me and onto Rhee’s naked back. “Can you accept that I love you?” After I nodded, he asked, “Do you love me?”

Again, I nodded, and he asked another question as he pulled Lana into us.

“Can you accept that I love Lana in many of the same ways I love you such that you and I can’t be exclusive to each other?”

I looked at him for a while, looked at Lana who returned my gaze, then looked back at Brett and answered, “I get it. I really do. I just don’t want to lose you, again. I really liked that boy I met in first grade, and he ran away from me. Now, I’m in love with that boy, and it scares me to think he’d run away again because I already have a ... male lover.” I shook my head rapidly when he began to respond, then added, “I know. I know.” I breathed deeply, then said more loudly, “I think everyone else should get to wash Brett since I’ve been hogging him for far too long.”

In the W living room, Liya said, “Jim gets to strip ... Sandy!”

Jim stepped up to Mom and asked, “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes. Even though I misunderstood and then ran away once I figured out part of my punishment, I’m still the family’s sex slave, and you can do anything you want to or with me.”

“No, Sandy,” Jim replied. “Are you okay with me stripping you in front of our family?”

Mom closed her eyes, breathed deeply twice, then looked into Jim’s eyes and answered, “Jim, I’d very much like you to strip me in front of our family, both because I think you’ll like to do it ... and because I’d like you to do it. I understand more now ... because of this. First, may I kiss you?”

“Always.”

Mom stretched up and began kissing Jim. The kiss got more intense, and their arms went around each other and her hands roamed along his back, then down onto his ass, a quarter of which was bare thanks to the brief he wore. After a couple of minutes, she pulled back, panting.

“Jim, that’s the best kiss I’ve gotten from a guy other than Charlie since I’ve known him. I hope I can get more of those occasionally.”

“Always.”

Mom was not wearing the suspenders that she had worn each of the last two Wednesdays. She was wearing a dress I had not previously seen on her, so suspect it was a new purchase. It was a baby blue, skin-tight, no-shoulder sheath that ended mid-thigh. Since it was so tight, it was obviously the only apparel item she was wearing. The tightness of it was also the only thing keeping it on her.

While he seemed to be trying to figure out how to get it off her, he said, “Sandy, you have a lovely body. I hope you won’t mind my hands running along it as I remove that dress from you.”

“Never, Jim. And you can go either way with it, up or down.”

Jim made a show of Mom’s stripping, pushing it slowly below her breasts, after which he gave each nipple a peck, then slowly down to her waist, with his hands sliding down her sides inside the dress to move it. She moaned a couple of times and then moaned more loudly as he ran his hands inside the dress around to her ass. As he dropped to his knees, he pushed the material down and over her ass until the dress cleared her pussy, after which he placed a kiss on the upper end of her inner lips and tongued her clit briefly. He then pulled the dress down to her feet and off.