Chapter 179

April 11, 2018 (Wednesday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

I had a signs session at practice but, at Coach’s behest, with the entire team rather than just the Argon O. I do not have all that many signs, but the session took about 30 minutes as it also included quizzing everyone, particularly with combos, such as “clear left” which was simply the International Sign Language gestures for the first letters of each word. I also had to teach my rationale for signs, so I explained that when there were two words to sign, both of which were common signs in games – such as “clear” and “left” – I had used ISL gestures for the initial letters of the first words. For less frequently used signs, particularly for those that with a single ISL letter could be confused with more commonly used signs, I had made up gestures, usually ones that were logical for the request, such as “come back now” (indicating that I wanted an immediate pass back, the sign of which was the one-hand “come here” gesture). I also explained that I did not use signs except in situations where I could see a distinct opportunity for a play that could produce a shot on goal, so I generally used signs only within or near the penalty box. I also explained that Rhee and I had played so closely together for so long and that we shared general ideas and strategies that she often didn’t need a sign from me to know what I had planned.

On the walk home, Char said, “I realize that your signs had little to do with how dominant this team was in the second half of last season, but your signs still make sense, particularly with Civia and me being new to this front line. I also admit that using signs never occurred to me. I probably could have gotten the GV team another few goals last season had my linemates known what I saw that they didn’t.”

I answered loudly enough for all to hear, “The signs don’t really give us all that much, but they can sometimes make a difference in a close game. We lost a game two years ago that we could have drawn had I developed signs for that team’s front line before then. I could see what looked to me to be an obvious opening for Rhee, but the right wing, who had the ball, didn’t see it. Rhee and I devised signs that evening. We continued to add signs as we ran into situations we hadn’t considered in our initial signs set.”

“I’m just so glad I’m playing with you this year. I’ve never before seen anyone get all the assists possible for her in a game, at least for more than two goals. The only one you didn’t get a goal for was Heather, although she should have had Krypton’s first goal on that outside-left she took off your setup. That couldn’t have missed the left post by more than the ball’s width. Heather, I thought you deserved that goal just from how pretty the shot was!”

“Yeah, thanks. That was a heartbreaker,” replied Heather. “I never got a goal last year on an outside-left, and I’d really like to get one, as I got goals nearly all other ways last year. Well, I didn’t get spectacular goals like a bicycle, as Civia did.”

We took quick showers, then went to the W, where Liya said, “Meka gets to strip ... Well, this will test her new resolve, Meka strips Brit!”

There was much chuckling, and Meka said, “I hope you won’t mind if I get some fondles in ... purely by accident, of course.”

“Oh, of course.” Brit sighed deeply, then added, “If you must,” after which she gave Meka a shining-eyes grin.

Brit seemed really happy being the NFM while eating a great dinner of homemade Indian dishes; she made her happiness obvious by letting out a little squeal.

Kim asked, “What caused that?”

“Oh, goddess, it’s just ... so exciting and fun and ... butterfly-inducing here. I can look around the table and see all of the girls ... all 14 ... that I’ve come to love. I can see four Moms that ... like, even love me and I can stare at the bare chests of the three most wonderful guys I know and look down the road to making love with each of them. I can also feel my body’s lack of clothing and know that all those girlfriends, all those Moms, and all those guys can see whatever of me that they want to ogle. That makes me happy that all the seats in the house have washable slipcovers because I’m sure I’m leaking. Goddess, I’m so turned on!”

There was much chuckling ... and Sandy took advantage of the situation.

“Brit, you were cute when we first met you, but your new ... outlook on life makes you pretty and oh, so alluring. While we all like ogling your loveliness, your current nakedness highlights that most of your old clothes are trapped in a house in which you no longer live. I don’t say that to bring your spirits down but as a preface to telling you that we’ve put some money on a debit card for you so that you can go on a ... more-thorough shopping trip for new clothes, new clothing that will be a better match for your new outlook on life.”

Brit left her seat, walked to Mom’s, helped Sandy turn her chair, sat in Mom’s lap straddling her, and hugged her tightly.

“Brit, I’m so glad that you’ve broken out of the last vestiges of the shell in which you lived when we first met you. It’s good for you to have done so, but it also makes you prettier and sexier. Brit, I’m so going to enjoy having you be Charlie’s lover.”

“I hope I’m going to enjoy that even more. The girls all say you like this sort of thing, so I’ll tell you that I will enjoy making love with your husband almost whenever I wish.”

Mom reacted somewhat differently to that statement than she has done in the past: she nearly lunged into Brit and pasted her mouth to Brit’s. Brit was surprised, but dove into the kiss, which lasted about a half-minute.

“I must tell you that my old self would have responded to that negatively. I knew that I was heterosexual and I knew that having more than one lover at a time was wrong. I don’t know how this happened, but I now know that I have or will have at least 20 lovers of ... two or three sexes and that the thought makes me giddy and gets my pussy flowing. I don’t know how this ... family causes our belief systems to change so ... radically, but I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Yes, I miss my mom, but the four Moms I’ve found here help balance the ... equation, and everything else here makes for this life having almost more happiness, excitement, and love than I can stand. However, I’ve also found that my capacity for all those has increased exponentially. I know that you ... you and Carol were the primary initial architects of this life, even though the Go5 hijacked your plans and created ... this. I’m so thankful for this and so very... fucking... happy!”

I felt ... things change just then, but could not determine how or to what, but watched as Brit returned to her chair; grabbed her plate, glass, and flatware; marched over to Jim; encouraged him to pull his chair back; scraped her food onto his plate; placed all the items she had carried there on the table; and climbed into his lap leaning back into his chest.

“Jim, we’re going to be lovers in the fullest meaning of the term and I’m no longer going to be timid or scared or concerned about showing my guys how much I appreciate them. I hope you’re ready for me, because, Jim, you and I are going to get more and more physical, and that starts tonight, now, with us sharing a plate to eat our dinners. I hope you can eat with only one hand available because I’d love your other hand to be on me as much as you want and wherever you want. Jim, other than intercourse, I will be as loving and sexual with you as you can stand. While that will also be true for my other two guys, I’m starting tonight with you.”

“Ah,” I thought to myself. “That’s what the change was.”

Even though she had seemed to throw off, as Mom mentioned, the last vestiges of her shell before now, Mom had jumped the gun just slightly. I think we were now seeing a Brit truly free of her former hangups, her former beliefs. There were broad smiles around the table as everyone resumed eating.

During cleanup but with only a few of us present in the dining room, Lana hugged Brit tightly, saying, “Goddess, you’re so freaking lovely, now. You’re glowing.”

“Thanks, Lana. I love you, too. Despite my new attitude, I still know less about ... loving than you do. Will you ... help me with ... at least ... Jim? Tonight?”

“Of course, I will. I love playing with Jim. Are you ... Are we going a bit crazy with him?”

“Goddess, I hope so.”

“Then I’m all in. You let me know the sorts of things you want to do, and I’ll help where I can.”

Brit pulled Lana in even more tightly and attacked her mouth with her own. I watched them kiss enthusiastically for a few moments, then carried the dishes in my hands into the kitchen to give them space. When I saw Dad heading to the dining room, I followed and was somewhat surprised by what Dad and I saw. Lana was on her back on the table, her legs hanging over the edge, and with her T-thong suspended from her left foot. Brit had her face in Lana’s pussy and was having at her with abandon. Lana’s head rolled to her right, so saw us.

“Brit. Brit, Brit. Hold on! Stop!”

I was confused by Lana’s words, as she was not afraid to be sexual anywhere in the compound or with anyone privy to her being so. However, her next words cleared my confusion.

“Brit, Charlie’s here. We could start with him here and now.”

That broke through Brit’s haze; she looked up and grinned at Dad, who stepped back a bit. Lana sat up and whispered in Brit’s ear; Brit’s eyes responded to Lana’s words by rounding widely, but then she nodded.

Brit softly said, “Charlie, may we discuss something with you?”

Dad nodded, but a bit tentatively. Brit stepped over to him, gently placed her naked body against his nearly naked one, and kissed him softly.

After a few seconds, she pulled her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned, “Mmmmmm.” She opened her eyes, then said, “Charlie, we’re claiming female choice.”

“Oh, god,” responded Dad.

Brit leaned back in and began kissing his face, then down his neck, chest, and belly.

When she went to her knees, Dad quietly repeated, “Oh, god.”

He was fully erect in his trunk and his cockhead was peeking above the waist. Brit kissed the part that was showing, then began slowly pulling the trunk down his legs.

Once Brit had his trunk off his feet and had encouraged him to lie on the table, she said, “We’re going to table you, Charlie.”

As Dad said, “Oh, god,” I went looking for Sandy.

When I found her sitting next to Jim on the west couch, I pulled her to her feet and whispered in her ear. She followed me but stopped in surprise when we entered the dining room. Dad was on his back, his legs hanging off the table. Brit had her left hand on Dad’s right thigh, her right hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and her mouth loving on the head. Lana was naked and straddling Dad’s face, his hands on her ass cheeks holding her in place.

“Fu-u-uccckkk,” Mom softly moaned.

Despite the quietness of it, Brit picked her head off Dad’s cock and looked at us.

“Sandy-Mom, if you want, I hereby give you permission to video whatever you want of me tonight while I’m the NFM.”

As Mom turned, presumably to get her phone, Lana called out, “Me, too.”

Mom let out something of a squeal-moan, then increased her speed heading through the kitchen. I stayed to watch as Brit quickly clambered onto the table.

“Charlie, you can’t go inside me and I’ll make sure you don’t cum, but I’ve got to do this, even though I’ve done it with Brett only once.”

She straddled his hips, reached between her legs to get hold of his penis, then rubbed the head on her mons, then along her lips.

“Fu-uccckkk,” exclaimed Mom as she lifted her phone.

I noted others joining us, presumably lured by Mom’s frantic actions to get her phone and return here. Brit moved from straddling Dad to getting on hands and knees on the table perpendicular to Dad’s pelvis, then lowered her mouth onto his cock.

After fumbling a few times given her precarious position on the edge of the table, she said, “That doesn’t work so well,” then stepped off the table and returned to her previous position of sucking on his cock.

I recognized Carol’s, “Oh, fucking hell,” but when I turned, I saw only her back as she exited, although she soon returned with her phone and began videoing.

She was just in time to catch Lana zooming up the Stairway and into orgasm. She managed to stay mounted but shifted her pelvis so that she could sit her butt on Dad’s chest while she recovered. By this time, there was a lot of murmuring behind me, so I turned to see ... everyone packed into the entryway.

Lana lifted her head, opened her eyes, tilted her head to look at Dad, and asked, “Can you give me another?”

“Absolutely! You’re delicious!”

It finally occurred to me that this was probably not going to be one of those sedate Wednesday evenings and began wondering what else I’d see or experience tonight. Shortly after Lana climbed to her second climax of the evening, Dad began grunting his way up the Stairway, soon tipping over into orgasm. Brit had redoubled her concentration on him as he climbed and had her right hand helping her mouth on his cock and her left hand playing gently with his balls as he howled at the moon.

Brit swallowed it all, gently licked his shaft, then turned to Sandy and asked, “Would you like to kiss me, now?”

Mom did not say a word, just put her phone on the table; slammed into Brit; and initiated a long, aggressive, open-mouthed kiss. I turned to see Carol still videoing.

Once everything subsided, Carol stated, “Charlie, I think we can bring the repository back.”

We finally made it out to the living room as the incredibly high-energy atmosphere lessened in intensity once Lana and Dad orgasmed. However, four of us were naked and there was still some excitement in the air. With Nira home and Katie now living with us, we had opened the Monstrosity to allow for more seating. Jim was parked against the wall in the southern part of the Monstrosity with his legs stuck out along the mattresses. Brett was in a similar posture in the northern part, and Lana had her back to the wall in a similar way but sitting between the two guys. Meka and Kim had their butts parked on Jim’s thighs (Meka on his right, Kim on his left), and as I watched, Katie climbed up and snuggled into the right sides of Jim and Meka. Heather and Liya were lying on their left sides facing the others, with Liya snugged into Heather’s backside and with her face lying on the left side of Heather’s face and her left arm around Heather’s waist. As I got a different viewing angle, I could see Liya’s left hand floating almost desultorily on Heather’s chest, which was, as usual for Wednesdays, topless. Of course, both Lana and Brett were naked. There was a conversation going on that seemed to include all of them, and there was nothing sexier going on than some casual soft touching.