Chapter 232

June 23, 2018 (Saturday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

We met the Palecek parents behind Armoire shortly before 9:00. As we greeted them with the now typical slightly-longer-than-a-peck kisses, Katherine came out the back door dressed in a cotton T and a gym short.

“Ah, I can see some of you in Civ, so you must be Kalina, and that would make you Emma. I suppose that makes you Jeff, you long, tall drink of water.”

Emma responded, “Wow, hitting on our husband before we’re fully introduced. Since you obviously have great taste in men, we’re happy to meet you, Katherine.”

Maren interrupted, saying, “Mom, this is Katherine Couture, and I’m glad you’re not mad at her for ... making a play at your husband.”

Kalina asked, “Where did you learn that phrase?”

“Lana taught it to us after she convinced Katherine to fake like she was making a play for my dad. It was an icebreaker, and it seemed to work well. Katherine, these are Civ’s and my parents, Kalina, Emma, and Jeff. I hope you’ll become friends enough with them that they’ll also greet you with our super-family’s typical peck-and-a-half.”

“Peck-and-a-half?”

“Yes, a bit more than a peck to show that we mean it, that we’re good enough friends that we don’t fake it with just a peck.”

“Emma, this is one of the many reasons I’d like to hire your daughter. Why don’t we go inside to talk about it in more comfort?”

Once inside, I maneuvered myself into giving Katherine a peck-and-a-half, and the rest of the LA followed suit as I said to the Paleceks, “We’ve been giving Katherine kisses for a few months and we’re considering upping the length to a two-peck kiss.”

There was some chuckling, after which Katherine said, “I’ll want to keep Beth here as an interpreter of sorts, but Alyssa could use help on the floor.”

When the rest of the LA except Maren headed out, Katherine led us into the breakroom where we sat at the table. She explained how she wanted Mare to work on stocking on the floor while wearing outfits that she wanted to push that would look particularly good on her.

“For example, Maren, there’s a dress hanging in the near changing booth. Would you take Beth with you to help you put it on? There are foundation garments with it.”

I stood immediately while Maren answered, “Sure,” stood, and followed me to the indicated booth.

When we stepped inside, Maren said, “Oh, wow.”

That was an appropriate response to a silky dress that was a bit redder than burgundy with midi sleeves, full back and shoulders, a wide but modest neckline, and a pleated skirt with the hem just above her knees. Also hanging there was a sheer, black, strapless bra and what I guessed was a sheer yoga short.

When she looked up at me with something of a panicked expression, I told her, “I understand. This is easy, but you’ll have to strip to your skin everywhere.”

She was naked in short order and had even hung each item neatly.

When I held the yoga short out for her to step into, I said, “She chose this so the dress won’t show any panty line, because the dress looks like it’ll be nearly skintight.”

I pulled it up her legs and got it situated just so, but when I was smoothing it all over the back of her, she said, “Beth, that feels so good. Would I be wearing stuff like this all the time?”

“Probably, because she wants to take advantage of your lovely body.”

“But I might not know what to do with some ... items. I’d have been lost trying to figure that ... whatever it is out.”

“I’ll bet you’ll have Katherine or even Alyssa to help you. Would that be okay?”

“Thanks, Beth. You’re probably right. Why am I so nervous?”

“You’re experiencing your first job interview, and I understand those can be nerve-wracking.”

“You’re the best older sister a girl could have. Thanks, Beth.”

I had to stop for a few seconds as my eyes seemed a bit clouded.

“This is a sheer yoga short. Because it has such a high rise and longish legs, it moves the edges of it away from where the dress will hug your body, thus preventing any panty lines.”

“Are you saying that the dress will ... probably hug my ... butt?”

“Almost certainly on the top of your butt, and that’s the idea behind this sort of dress. Does that concern you?”

“Umm, it seems silly that I can let Brett see my bare butt, but I’d be nervous about people seeing my butt in something like this.”

“Think about the swimsuit you wore yesterday. Doesn’t that do the same thing?”

“Huh.” She exhaled, then stated, “I love you, Beth. Civ should be here so she could learn these things, too.”

I took the bra off the hanger, then asked, “Do you want me to put this on you, too?”

“Please?”

“Mare, I’m enjoying dressing you. You’re going to look so stunning in this.”

“Reeeea-leeey?”

“Just wait and see. Do you want me to put you in the cups or do you want to do that?”

“What do you ... Oh. Umm. You can.”

While I was putting the bra on her, I kept her mind occupied by asking, “Why did Katherine pick this bra for you? Think about both the color and the style.”

“The lack of straps means that straps won’t show through the dress. I would have guessed at first that the black bra would go with the dress’s color. but it shouldn’t show through the dress so ... Oh. Is part of it going to show above the neckline?”

“I haven’t figured that out for sure, but I would be surprised if it doesn’t. Do you know why?”

“Sex?”

“Essentially, yes. Maren, the clothes you’ll be modeling are not meant for girls as young as you. However, you’re taller than your age would suggest, about as tall or taller than many junior and senior high school girls. Your breasts are firm, so they’ll hold the bra up a little higher. Because this is a sheer bra without wires, it isn’t there to support you. It’s there to make you look sexy.

“Mare, a lot of what you’ll be modeling will probably be much like this, intended for older girls and young women. If you want to do this job well, you’ll have to get comfortable with whatever bra you’re wearing showing in some fashion. Probably not for all outfits, but certainly for many, if not most. Can you do that?”

“You would think I could since I just spent a lot of hours here over the past two days topless. But I was topless with my friends, which is different from ... this.”

“It is, but you won’t be topless. Katherine wouldn’t take advantage of you by exposing large portions of your breasts, but you’re welcome to refuse if you don’t want to model some things that you think show too much of you. Once you learn the various types of undergarments you’ll be wearing, you should be able to predict what of you will show. You’re welcome not to show what you don’t want to show but keep remembering that swimsuit you wore yesterday.”

“Okay, Beth. Umm, Beth, this is ... fun, being in here with you, learning new stuff. I wish you could dress me every time here. I know you can’t, but I’d like it if you could.”

“Would you truly like that?”

“I would. Even more, I wish Civ could be with us. I didn’t think about that when I was so excited yesterday.”

“Perhaps Civ could help you dress sometimes. We might be able to work out something like that, at least occasionally.”

“I’d like that. If I had already learned about some things like these, I could teach her.”

“You could. Now, what do you think about your sexy, sheer, strapless bra? And what do you think about the top half-inch or so of each breast being in the air?”

“Umm, I think I’m okay with that amount of skin. How does Katherine do that? Pick just the right size? It’s ... perfect. Oh, I wonder if Alyssa picked it out.”

“You could ask her. Make sure to thank her if she did, but you can’t go hugging people in the outfits, because some of them might not react well to that.”

“Humph. What’s the use of clothes you can’t hug your friends in?”

“You are having fun, and you’ve been picking up some of Civ’s droll sense of humor. Mare, we’re loving you two more and more, and I’m very much looking forward to making love with you sometime late in November 2019.”

“So am I, Beth.”

“Time for the dress. This one should go over your head, so hold your arms up.”

As I expected, the dress hugged her bust but exposed the top quarter of the middle half of the front of the bra. It also hugged the top of her butt, then hung once it reached the lower curve of her cheeks.

“Okay. Turn around.”

She inhaled a moan, then moaned on the exhalation.

“Is that really me?”

“Yes, that’s really the Maren I met a bit more than six months ago and who is becoming a beautiful young woman before my eyes.” She moved her arms and I admonished, “Ahh, ahh, ahh!”

“Oh, yeah. No hugging in the outfits.”

I added, “And no crying on them.”

“I might need to keep tissues with me.”

“That might be a good idea. Are you ready?”

“Ye-ess.”

“Come on. You can do this. Buck up. Stay out of sight until I introduce you.”

“Okay.”

“Remember, hold your head up, smile at least slightly, and walk with your back straight. And don’t rush. And don’t hug your parents.”

“Slavedriver.”

“Hang on. I forgot something. I need to text Liya.”

I sent the text, kissed her hair, and then led us to the breakroom door, through which I stepped and said, “Our model in residence is Maren Alexis Palecek.”

Mare’s entrance met stunned silence from her parents and a wide smile on Katherine’s face. Emma broke out first, stood, and stepped quickly over to her daughter, who had one hand out in the ‘Stop’ gesture.

“No hugging in the outfits”

“Oh, Maren. Oh, my lovely Maren.”

I heard the horde coming so turned and saw Rache at its head, so gave her the camera sign. She quickly assessed the lighting and squeezed past Mare into the room.

“Mare, I need you to turn your body, but not your legs just a little to your left, then look straight up my lens. Your megawatt smile is not what we need, today. We need that vagrant little smile that you give when you’ve thought of a zinger but don’t want to give it away. Yes. That’s it.”

Rache snapped photos the whole time she was leading Mare into what she wanted.

“Now, turn to your right until I’m just slightly behind you, and look at me over your shoulder. Now, there’s a look I want from you, but you probably won’t recognize it when I call it smoldering. We know you know your libido but don’t wish to reveal the details. That doesn’t matter here. Think of the person with whom you’d most want to make love and look directly into the camera as if I were the object of your lu ... Yes! Hold it. Good.” She lowered her camera, breathed deeply a few times, and muttered, “Ohhh, shit.”

Oh, shit, indeed.

“Beth, get me out of this dress! Please.”

“But your...”

“I know. I don’t care. I need to hug my parents.”

I rattled my brain then got her out of the dress. She stepped into Emma and squeezed her tightly, then did the same for Kalina and Jeff.

Meka said, “Maren, I’m starting you on intense self-defense tomorrow and you will listen to me, do everything I tell you, precisely when and how I tell you, and you will be obeying me in those lessons seven days a week for at least a half-hour a day, sometimes an hour or two per day. And, no, you cannot refuse.”

“Meka. Why?”

“Rache?”

“On it. Maren, stand still, give me the pose, the smoldering pose. When Maren didn’t move, she added “Now, Maren.”

Maren did it, although the look wasn’t smoldering unless you consider a burning camera smoldering.

Rache said, “Look at this, Mare.”

She looked at the photo on the back of Rache’s camera for ten seconds or so, then whispered, “Oh, goddess.” Maren turned her head, and tried to ask something, “Dad, is this ... Am I...”

“You’re beautiful, Maren.”

She closed her eyes, stepped into Jeff’s arms, and broke down.

He picked Mare up, sat in a chair, and held her across his lap as she sobbed into his left shoulder.

Kalina stepped over to me and softly asked, “Can we find somewhere to talk now?”

I thought for a few seconds, nodded, gave her the ‘follow-me’ sign, and headed out to the floor where I found Alyssa.

“Are you going to be working in this area for a while?”

“Yes. Probably another hour or more.”

“Thanks, we’re gonna chat over in dresses.”

“Okay,”

“I’ll send your help back out here soon.”

I sent a quick text, then said, “You have the floor, and I’ll bet you now have more topics than you thought.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No,” I replied gently. “Your second-slash-eldest daughter is in pain, as she just truly recognized that her life changed. She’s put off understanding, but she now knows how attractive she’s becoming. I think she considered herself to be a typical, unremarkable girl. She’s been getting more and more compliments from us about her looks that she’s been ... not blowing off, but not taking in, either. She gets it now. I think she now understands that she’s not a middle-of-the-pack girl. The soccer workouts have trimmed her down and gotten her more muscle tone. I remember when she asked Meka and me about muscles, how she was a bit jealous of Civ’s. She now has what she called ‘obvious muscles.’

“As you know, most of us don’t notice day-by-day changes as the structure of our face and the various parts of it change as we mature and age. In January when we met her, she was a moderately cute girl, but nothing out of the ordinary, just a typical, brown-haired girl. She’s no longer that. She’s developed a very attractive face and figure. I suspect that she won’t reach the beauty of Civ, but I’d guess not by much. I think the boys in middle school are going to be surprised come September.”

“And Meka ... and you think she needs more self-defense training because of that?” When I nodded, she moaned, “Poor Mare.” Kalina sighed, then said, “I remember her once talking with Civ and saying something like, ‘I don’t want to be beautiful. You’re enough beautiful for our family,’ or something like that.”

“Yes, and now she’s nearly beautiful and is developing a very lovely figure. I think we’ll be pushing her on self-defense. Meka will probably insist on getting her to the point where she could take down some boor with one or two moves. She won’t need to be a black belt or anything like that. She’ll probably need just a small number of moves that she can do without thinking and that are incapacitating enough to enable her to get away. Sometimes, I wonder if boys and men are worth all the problems they cause. I know we have some great guys, but Rhee has put down more than one asshole, and that was in middle school. Sometimes, I think of pulling all our great guys -- Jeff, Charlie, Jim, Brett, Richard -- and our families – yours, ours, Sandy’s, Alicia’s – and making a commune for ourselves. Then...”

“You’d be interested in the super-family groups living together? In what sort of commune? Free love, perhaps?”

“I can imagine a lot worse things than having all the greatest guys I know as lovers or husbands, as well as a large percentage of the attractive girls or women I know as wives. Kalina, we’ve already got something like that. I know most of us are just incoming sophomores, but in the J, we have a policy of female choice and a boy who’s becoming a very good lover. Our not-quite-a-problem is that we continue to have girls in trouble fall in our lap and I find it impossible to turn them away, mostly because we knew them before their crises. When we moved into the J, we had, I think, 13 girls and one boy. We now have 21 girls and one boy. Sandy’s got four girls and one boy. I know you’re not sexual with the girls, but you’ve got four girls and one boy. I know Alicia’s not sexual with the boys and that one of them is worth diddly squat or less, so she’s got one girl and two boys. I know it’s a silly idea, but I occasionally think that among the four families, we have 28 girls and five boys, a much better ratio. And, with the possible exception of Keenan -- although Cera thinks the world of him, they’re all great guys. We girls know a few soccer boys that have the potential of being at least really good guys, so that would make 28 girls and eight boys, an even better ratio and, possibly, about a perfect ratio.

“Kalina, please tell me if I’m giving you too much information, but Brett can now frequently get three girl orgasms out of his first erection and four to six out of his second, so long as we’re careful with him, but certainly another three. He’s orgasmed as many as four times in a night with us. At a ratio of 28 to eight, that could give us girls a lot of orgasms, and he’s such a loving guy, very much like what Mom says of Dad.” Since she seemed nonplussed, I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Umm, I think so. I’ve never heard an adult woman break that down so precisely. Of course, I know of only three plural marriages, and my family and your greater family account for all of them. You really have that much sex?”

I furrowed my brow in thought, then answered, “We have nights of no sex, presumably like most or all other marriages, but we have nights in which we’ll have sex for two hours or more and have a total of 40 to 45 orgasms among us. That’s only two per. Heather’s capable of double-digit orgasms per night. We haven’t pushed Lana, yet, but she might be similarly capable.”

“You’re saying ... that ... you have girls who ... could have ten orgasms in a night of sex?”

“Yes. Heather’s record is 15, but that included the morning after. I think she had three then.”

“Holy shit! I’m moving in with you!”

“Bring your husband, and we’d be fine with that.”

“You’d ... truly want to have him?”

“In what we might consider an ideal world? Absolutely. We have no idea how good he is in bed, but he’s as handsome as Dad, and he’s an incredibly great guy: smart, caring, loving. What’s not to want in that? However, we’d never make a play for him, because we love your family as it is. But, if he were available at no cost – that cost being strife, we’d snap him up in a heartbeat. Kalina, you found a really great guy.”

“He’s great in bed; my best ever.”

“He seems able to keep at least two women happy. There you go, a perfect guy.”

“And your dad?”

“Yeah, another one we’d snap up with no qualms, and he’s keeping four women happy, even ecstatic. While space might get to be a premium, when do you and Sandy want to move your respective families into our house?”

I grinned at her, and she laughed hard as she embraced me for 30 seconds or so, after which she kept her hands on my elbows, looked into my eyes, and said, “You’re ... very fun, Beth. You feel more like a mature 25-year-old woman than an incoming sophomore. I guess that’s at least part of why your grand experiment hasn’t blown up. I’m looking forward to my family spending more time with yours.”

“Me, too. Sandy’s marriage went on another overnight to the mountains. If you want to bring your family over to the house after we leave here, we could spend the day lazing in the pool, chatting, throwing frisbees around. You know, doing those adult-friends sorts of things. However, I think we’ll need to insist that you and Emma get racy bikinis here before you leave. We don’t want to show you up to your guy.”

“That sounds wonderful. I’m glad we put the wedding off another week, so we don’t have to be all-respectable married folks!”

We laughed together, smiling at each other.

“I think I can ask this more easily now. The girls say that when they’re there, Brett and the young girls must cover their pelvises, and the young girls with breasts must cover those, but the rest of you are as likely to be naked as not. Is that right?” When I nodded, she asked, “They also said that Brett’s often or usually erect at those times, and they said that it’s nothing out of the ordinary so that they now barely notice.”

“Kalina, Brett’s nearly always erect with us, whether we’re naked or wearing typical skimpywear. We’ve told him that if it gets to be too much, he’s welcome to go off and masturbate. More importantly, we’ve also told him that he can ask any of us for relief, and we’re always happy to help him with that. That’s one ... situation we used to get the girls practiced at fellatio. Heather’s incredible at it.”

She rattled her brain hard, then commented, “I find it amazing that you can tell me things like that so calmly. That you divulge such details to me.”

“I’ve told you and Jeff. We truly want to get to where, on a family-to-family basis, we’re best friends, the sort of best friends that can discuss anything, from religion to sex. The sort who arrive unannounced but are heartily welcomed anyway, even though some of us may have to put clothes on.”

“The sort who could share ... members if needed?”

While I was answering, I wondered if she intended me to interpret her words in the way I wanted, “Exactly. I’d like each of our families to be able to respond to a need of the other, in either direction.”

Her eyes bored into mine as she responded, “Beth, that would make me very happy.” She breathed deeply, then stated, “What I wanted to ask you deals with our daughters’ suggestion for what we parents wear in the house when the girls are with us.”

“I sure hope you’re naked when they’re not with you!”

“We are ... and ... I’ve been amazed at ... how much sex we’ve been having because of that. Did they tell you their suggestion to us?” When I nodded, she asked, “Do you find being naked with your guy when our girls are with you to be frustrating?”

“A little, but they’ve also become reasonably adept at discerning our ... state of need, perhaps, and taking themselves off somewhere with a pointed rejoinder about our need. Of course, there are times when we banish your girls upstairs and have an orgy in our bed. Everyone gets an orgasm or two and then we can invite the girls back down. You could do the same, except banish yourselves to your bedroom. Kalina, your girls are far from stupid. So what if they know you’re having sex with your spouses? The sex is good for you three, and your girls learn that we’re not weird or oversexed and that sex is a critical aspect of successful marriages, and that message is good for them. If I were you, I wouldn’t worry about Jeff’s penis being hard and pushing out the front of the trunk your girls suggested for him or about the three of you taking a timeout to do the nasty in your bed. I’d also suggest that you not worry if the sound doesn’t stay in your room. They’ve heard Steph at the Jacobs house, Sandy in her house, Heather in ours, and, they think, Emma in yours.

“Your girls are very smart and inquisitive, and they’ve told us that they appreciate being able to hear you occasionally, as it might mean that you’re not going to split up anytime soon. Maren told us that she became worried in Emma’s last marriage that the soft touches were no longer happening, and she very rarely heard anything out of their bedroom. Take your husband and wife, close your door, tear up your sheets, and rejoin your girls in the living room for interesting discussions or the dining room for dinner. They’re very good at dinner. They could even get dinner on the table for you if you had a particularly active and wonderfully long session.”

She began to respond, but I held my hand up and finished, “They know about sex. They know it feels wonderful, else why would everyone want to do it so much? They’re not going to think you three are reprobates or sex maniacs or anything like that. They’re going to whisper in the kitchen at each other, saying things like, ‘We have the best parents. They’re okay with us knowing they have lots of sex, so we learn that sex is not dirty, does not need to be hidden in dark bedrooms, and that the kids don’t need to be banished to the convenience store for 20 minutes. They’re also very mature young girls and the only dig they might make at you for disappearing into your room for a time is giving you scores like the Olympics for the sounds emanating from your room.

“Kalina, trust them to be the adult-ish girls they are and go into your room and have a ball, come back out, smile at your girls, and gracefully take any ribbing they give you. They’ll love you for that even more than they do now.”

She stared into my eyes for nearly a minute, then lunged into me and wrapped her arms around me.

Into my left ear, she whispered, “You’re right. You’re exactly right. Why is it that I must have a 15-year-old girl teach me how to deal with sex when my daughters are around? I might just take them home from here in preparation for coming to your house, drag my spouses into our room, have my way with them, get our stuff together, and cart my family to your house for what will certainly be a wonderfully enjoyable afternoon and evening.”

She put her lips on mine and gave me a three-peck kiss, which I returned in the spirit given. No one came looking for us, despite that our talk took nearly 20 minutes.

Eight of us were hanging out in the living room awaiting the arrival of the Paleceks, with Meka, Rache, Heather, the three Abernathys, Padme, and me in skimpy swimwear. Mia had had to borrow a suit to have something skimpy, so she was wearing one of mine. The bottom was just slightly too loose for her, so Liya quickly put in a dart. I was surprised that the top fit her nearly exactly how it fit me. I thought she was slightly bigger than I am. Raven was in the swimwear she had worn last night, and Taylor was wearing only a suit bottom.

The whole gang had busted our butts to get a nice lunch spread made, as well as some snack trays for later in the afternoon. The rest of the girls were in the pavilion finishing up the jalapeño poppers and getting the table set and other tasks like that completed. I had also warned everyone that, while unlikely, today might get interesting.

When we heard their vehicle out front, we exited onto the porch. Maren looked much happier than she’d been at Armoire. Her eyes were sparkling as she approached in a medium blue suit with hot pink piping with a strapless top. Civ wore a black suit bottom with no top at all, but with a long towel around her neck that hung down her chest. We always allowed her here topless, but not only had her parents allowed her to go topless, they allowed her to go topless between their vehicle on the road and our front door. Granted, she had a towel covering most of her chest, the distance between the car and the front door was less than 25 feet, and there were no houses on the other side of the street, but their allowing her any of that was like the difference between night and day.

When Maren gave me a two-and-a-half-peck kiss, I was surprised, but when the other four members of the family gave me the same, I knew that Kalina and I had had a breakthrough today.

I grabbed Civ, ostensibly to help me with something downstairs, and when we were in the bedroom, I said, “Give.”

“It was great. We got home, and the Moms took Dad into their bedroom and closed the door. That was sort of typical if they were going to change clothes, but we heard both Moms, and it was obvious they were having sexy-time. The best, though, was that both Moms came out of their room naked and went straight to the kitchen and started making what we brought. Maren squealed she was so happy. We hugged them, and they hugged us back.

“I don’t know what you told Mom, but thanks.”

“Do you want to know?”

“Do you think Mom would be okay with you telling us?” When I nodded, she said, “Please.”

“I told her that you two were more than mature enough to handle the two of them being naked in the house and that you were also mature enough to accept that they’d suddenly go to their room with their guy, have extensive sexy-time, and come back out when done. I suggested that you two should rib them occasionally, but only if it’s funny. Did they get Jeff a skimpy trunk to wear in the house when you’re there?”

“Yes, but I think he was embarrassed, as he wasn’t erect.”

“You had to look, of course.”

“Of course. We’ve seen Brett erect in his panty tons of times, and Mare and I rarely look anymore, except when it’s really obvious.”

“Presumably, Jeff will get used to the new system his wives have probably imposed and he’ll respond more normally. What I wanted you to give, however, was your being topless.”

“Oh. Yes, that nearly shocked me. Kalina-Mom said we were getting new suits. Emma took Mare onto the floor, but Mom took me to Katherine, asking for suggestions for something I could wear as a suit bottom. She said something like, ‘My daughter’s much like me in being a slow developer, and she certainly doesn’t have anything to hide on her chest.’ Something like that. Katherine suggested something, and Kalina-Mom said that we would have no idea about my shape or size and that paying for a top seemed a waste of money. Katherine then suggested this.”

“But why is she suddenly okay with you being topless in public?”

“She asked me what I preferred, so I can also be topless at home, now.”