Chapter 251

July 19, 2018 (Thursday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

At breakfast, all of us sitting around the kitchen, on stools and the floor, Meka asked me, “I know you didn’t see it, but did anyone tell you about the crazy sex Dad and I had last night in the orgy?”

I furrowed my brow in thought and remembered nothing remotely like that, so shook my head.

“First, Padme and Taylor, would you please vacate to the basement for five minutes or so?”

“Sure,” Taylor replied brightly. “Come on, Padme. They’re gonna tell sexy-time stories, so we should probably stay downstairs for at least ten minutes. We can take our cereal bowls with us.”

When the two young girls were out of earshot, Meka continued with, “Your mother came to me with an idea. It was sort of near the end of the evening, and from what I understand, you and Mia were double-teaming Brett out by the pool at the time.”

“Oh. Yes, that was good! Depending on exactly when, we were still there or had already decided to find a bed and explore that threesome more comfortably.”

“Well, Sandy wanted to have sex with Dad ... and me. She wanted Dad to take her from behind while she was on her knees and elbows eating me. Wow, is she good at that! Not quite Heather good, but, fuck, that was good. And it was so exciting to watch Dad long-stroke her, his hands on her hips. That was good, but Dad outlasted both of us. I was coming around from my orgasm when Charlie and Heather came along.”

“Oh, glory,” exclaimed Lana. “This should be good!”

“Dad’s cock was still fully hard and still glistening from Sandy’s pussy, but she was still out of commission lying on the low monstrosity. Our little sex dynamo set it up so that she’d suck one of them for a minute while the other fucked her from behind, then she’d switch by turning 180 degrees. On her third minute, this one sucking Charlie, she went up and over, but she reloaded almost immediately and turned 180. It was crazy! She got three good orgasms in less than 15 minutes!”

“Goddess,” Lana exclaimed again. “Don’t tell Mare that story!”

Meka grinned at her and asked, “Ya think?”

But her expression sobered, after which she quietly said, “I’ve ... accepted that ... the end is coming, but... fuck, it still hurts so much.” She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, then re-opened them and said, “Sorry. It just hits me every so often. The only reason I’m still getting through this with some semblance of sanity is that he’s been enjoying being with us so much. Beth, I know you didn’t put the LA together to make my Dad’s ... last days so ... glorious, but I greatly appreciate the ... unplanned benefit to us coming together. I think I’d have done this anyway, but I’ll love you to the end of time for making his last few months so wonderful. He’s told me frequently, how much he’s enjoyed living with us and being around all this, as he calls it, young-girl energy.”

She breathed deeply again, then asked, “Could we ... allow Mare to spend the night with him in one of the other bedrooms? We’d never ask either of them how it went or what took place. They can tell us whatever they want or tell us nothing. They can wear clothes ... or not. I’ve no problem with any of that, but my one concern in doing that ... might make it more difficult for her. I didn’t suggest it to him. This is the first time I’ve voiced this.”

Liya responded, “I vote ‘yes,’” after which nearly everyone in the room agreed one by one.

I said, “I vote in favor. If we’re going to do this, we can’t tell anyone, and we can’t ask either of them about the night.”

Heather nodded, then suggested, “They should use the attic bed ... for obvious reasons.”

I saw many heads nod in agreement, so I said, “You get to tell your dad, and let’s make it Sunday night. Meka, if you can convince Jim, then I’ll pull Civ aside and explain to her and ask her to suggest to Mare that the two of them sleep up there as part of our new effort to encourage more ... closeness within the LA. Civ can do some sort of ... subterfuge once they’re up there, so she can leave and allow Jim to join her.”

Meka stated, “You know that Dad won’t do sex with her. Right? He told her that the other night.”

“I know, but that doesn’t matter. Perhaps he’ll want to when he finds himself alone with her. Perhaps, she’ll refuse. That doesn’t matter, either. Even if she has a bit of regret for the rest of her life about not making love with him, she can still have the comfort of, at least, getting to sleep with him once. I ... suspect that she’ll agree to spend the night with him.”

I suddenly had a thought, so I asked, “Was that story you told about Jim, Sandy, and you made up just to get the young girls out of the room?”

She grinned, then answered, “It was not fictional, but I did tell the story to get the young girls out of the room!”

I gazed across the room at her for a while, then said, “Meka Johnson. I love you so much.”

The other young terrors of our family arrived shortly before 9:00 in anticipation of some of us going to pick up Kanda and Dakota at 9:30. We decided not to send the whole family but had Meka drive a few of the girls in the Suburban.

Amidst the hugs all around after the delivery crew returned with our friends, Lana, who had gone on the fetching expedition, whispered to me, “They were wayyyy psyched when we showed up.”

I nodded, then, since the hugs round robin was nowhere near complete, I queried her on the status of her parents returning from Asia.

“It’s ... weird. They were supposed to be here two days ago. Brett and I were supposed to spend last weekend at the Jacobs house, but both aspects got put on hold, as you know, by Mom’s company suddenly needing her to go to Indonesia to meet with a few companies.” She held her hands palm up in the I-don’t-know shrug, then said, “Mom suggested that it might be until nearly the end of the month before they get home, possibly not until early August.”

“Are you upset by that?”

“Yes ... and no. It’s ... sorta funny, but ... I think I ... No, I certainly now consider here to be home. I may be feeling like I might have felt after graduating from college if I’d have had a normal life. I’m ... on my own, sort of, and living a life that’s ... somewhat removed from the lives of my parents. I miss them, but I’m so enjoying my new family that the ... space that my parents occupy is ... not as ... large as it once was. Does that make sense?”

“It very much does and I think I know how you feel, as I think I’m feeling similarly. Although my parents are just across the backyard, it feels like we’ve already had the ... separation you described. I wonder if our sister-wives are feeling the same, at least the still-in-high-school wives. Maybe we should broach that with them.”

She nodded emphatically at me before I was swarmed nearly under by both visitors.

With both wrapped around me, Kanda exclaimed, although quietly, “We’re so happy to be here!”

Dakota added, “This is great! The pool looks wonderful! Should I put my suit on?”

“Yes, but will you let us give you a challenge about that?”

Kanda replied for Dakota, “What sort of challenge?”

“The sort of challenge that will allow you to fit in here a bit more easily ... if you’ve got the nerve.”

I glanced at Lana as she said, “I bet I know what Beth’s challenge is, and it shouldn’t be much of a challenge, but it should get you to understand at least a little more about us.”

Dakota excitedly asked, “What? What is it?”

“Since I see that you both have your overnight bags with you, I challenge you to change into your suits right here.”

“But what about Brett?”

Lana stepped in and loudly said, “Brett, please face away from us until we give you the all-clear.”

He raised his hand in acknowledgment, then turned as requested.

Kanda asked, “He’ll really not turn until you tell him?”

I answered, “Absolutely. He completely understands, so go for it.”

Dakota dropped her bag immediately, unzipped it, rummaged in it, and pulled out an obviously small white two-piece. She placed the suit on her bag, peeled her shirt off, toed off her shoes, pushed her short and panty down her legs, then donned the suit. The bra cradled her smallish breasts but exposed the upper/inner quarter of each and the panty put the diagonal lower/outside half of each cheek in the air.

“Good job, Dakota,” exclaimed Lana. “And, oh, my god, that’s a great suit. Are you going to be embarrassed allowing your ... ass-ets to be on display for the guys?”

“Yes, I am, but Kanda’s been helping me ... learn a new ... version of myself, and she thought this could help me.”

“I told her she’s got a lovely bod, and few people would mind her showing off portions of it, and that there’d be almost no guys who’d object.”

I responded, “That’s the truth. Oh, hang on.” I turned and called out, “All clear, Brett,” then looked over Kanda’s suit. “You got matching suits!”

“Yes,” gushed Dakota. “We’re so similar that we can share clothes. Since we are and can, we decided to get the same suit ... which she picked out and made me wear ... so that it wouldn’t matter if we got the pieces mixed up. Her ... breasts are just a little larger and ... firmer than mine, but only by a little. Heck, we can wear each other’s bras!”

Lana asked Dakota, “How did you feel changing here in the yard with Brett only a few yards away?”

“It was...” She dropped her voice to a near-whisper and finished, “It was exciting!”

Lana glanced at me, so I pointed my chin at her, so she grinned at me, then said, “You’ll fit in here quite well, Dakota. I didn’t know you last year, but the girls told me that the last-year you and the this-year you are very different girls. Because I didn’t know the last-year you, I don’t have any preconceived notions, but I’ve liked you all season and I think I like you even more, now.”

Those words earned Lana two armsful of a blue-eyed blonde almost exactly her height. That ... occurrence got me thinking about the team and hair color compared to that of the LA.

After that pondering, I said, “This is interesting and something I’d not considered before. Of the 23 team members, five – a bit more than 20 percent – of us are blondes, with three of those being on the Krypton O, all of whom live here, where we’re part of the seven blondes of the 25 members – 28 percent –of our ... immediate family. As Rhee noted a while back, in the U.S., less than 10 percent of people have blond hair.” I shrugged, then stated, “I’m sure there’s an interesting sociological study in these numbers, one related to individual family net worth, living situation, and where they live. Hmm.”

When Dakota looked at me blankly, Lana responded, “Don’t worry about Beth. She frequently goes off on tangents like that. However, I agree with her premise, and I wonder if anyone’s looked at hair color versus family net worth. There would surely be a lot of noise, but I’ll bet there’s a trend in there somewhere.”

Dakota suddenly grinned at both of us, then said, “This... This is one of the reasons we want to spend more time with you guys.”

Kanda weighed in with, “Yes! It’s obvious you girls ... your ... family is smart and ... knows more about stuff like this than we do. I used to hang with neighborhood friends, and it got ... bad. I was ... You and Rhee and Gracey were ... Last year, you girls ... were intimidating. You were so good and so ... friendly with everyone, but I ... couldn’t get myself to get to know you better. Dakota was really ... quiet and the same age as me so I tried to make her my friend. It worked.”

“It did,” responded Dakota, “and it worked even better for me as she got me to be ... more outgoing, at least with her and a few others of the younger girls. She was most of the reason I could ... let the... [wide grin here] soccer goddess in me free!”

I giggled. I usually don’t like it when I do that, but it seemed appropriate here, so I did not worry about it and threw my arms around Dakota.

Quietly, she said, “That’s another thing that helped pull me out of where I had been. Somewhere after the season started last year, the team became ... closer and hugs were a ... a thing, and I enjoyed that.”

Lana exclaimed, “And, now, the team is incredibly huggy. I’ve even seen quite a few hugs during our showers.”

“I know,” Mia said as she walked up to us, “and I really like it, although it ... umm ... concerned me a little bit until ... recently.”

Kanda responded, “Yeah, I was fine ... No, I liked the hugs within the team last year, but I was ... a bit concerned when I saw Heather hug you in the shower back in April, Lana. But I thought about that for a while and realized that it wasn’t ... umm ... you know ... sexual.”

Dakota added, “Yeah, I know what you mean, but...”

I was so proud of Mia when she said, “But what if that was a hug between ... girls that liked each other like ... girlfriend-boyfriend ... but with two girls?”

Kanda shrugged as more of the girls began gathering around us, then stated, “So long as it wasn’t ... sexual in the team shower, that’s okay with me.” Her mien became ... aggressive, almost daring someone to disagree with her as she added, “It’s not a big deal to ... be a girl who likes girls. I’ve read that ... ten percent of people ... maybe that’s just Americans or maybe that’s everyone, but ten percent are gay or lesbian. I don’t know how accurate that number is, but it seems from what I’ve read that it’s at least reasonably close. Is that really so bad that we have to persecute them?”

“No,” inserted Heather, “it’s not. Sexuality is a broad spectrum, and there are few, if any, hard-and-fast lines distinguishing different types.”

Heather then walked into me, put her hands on my hips, leaned up, and planted a loving kiss on my lips, a kiss that I returned. After nearly ten seconds, she then stepped away, walked to Brett – all eyes upon her – and gave Brett an identical kiss, one that he returned. While our two visitors were still in the silence surprised into them by Heather’s actions, Mia followed her play by giving Brett and me kisses like Heather had just done.

When she stepped away from Brett, she said, “I was worried by what my mind kept imagining in team showers. But I confided in Beth and she ... and the whole LA ... helped me understand that my ... sexual interest in girls is not something to be ashamed of. I’m sorry if that’s a problem for either of you, but I’m so much more comfortable and happier with myself now that I know my ... sexuality and accept it. In fact, I now revel in it.”

“No! You shouldn’t be ashamed! And, Mia, thanks for saying that, and so ... definitively! Since you girls seem...”

Dakota rattled her brain, then stepped into Kanda and kissed her like Heather and Mia had kissed me.

When she stepped back to where she had been, she stated, “You shouldn’t be ashamed ... and neither should I!”

Meka told her, “Good for you, Girl! Don’t be ashamed. Be careful, but don’t be ashamed for how you feel about each other.” More quietly, she asked, “Have you two become sexual with each other?”

Dakota’s face went a bit pink, but she nodded when Kanda answered, “Yes, a little.”

“Would you two like a bed to yourselves tonight?”

All four of their eyes rounded, and Kanda asked, “You’d let us ... do that?”

“Absolutely,” replied Liya. “If only one of you was a boy, we’d have to be sure you wouldn’t have intercourse in our house without being protected, but if one of you was a boy and you were protected, we wouldn’t have a problem with you two expressing your feelings for each other in whatever way you wanted.”

“Really,” asked Dakota. “We can’t ... really ... do much because our various parents might ... hear us.”

“Believe me,” Gracey responded, “we fully understand that.”

Meka stated, “We don’t want you to visit solely to have sex, but if we invite you and you want to sleep together, you’re more than welcome to do that.”

Those words got Meka four ... Ah, you have probably figured that out, Ms. Diary.

When Dakota stepped back from Meka, she said, “We weren’t sure, but one of the reasons we wanted to visit here is that we felt that you might be at least a little like us. May we ... ask questions about ... the LA?”

“Yes,” answered Liya, “and you should get those out of your systems, now, as Seamus will be here soon to start on our lifesaving course. Let’s go to the pavilion and make ourselves comfortable.”

They asked and we answered questions about us for 20 minutes. We declined to answer some questions, but it should be clear to them that we are all involved with all of us.

As their questions died down, Kanda closed her eyes, breathed deeply, then opened her eyes as she said, “Thanks, everyone. You’ve made us feel ... better and helped us learn more than we expected about the LA, but also about ourselves. Do you ... No, it doesn’t matter. We won’t divulge anything we learn here about you to anyone. It’s also ... I’m relieved that we’ve told you about us, but we did want to visit here to talk about some of the things we discussed with you. Thanks, all of you. While we’re ... curious about ... sex with boys, we promise not to hit on your guy.”

Celeste responded, “Don’t worry about that. You can hit on him all you want, just don’t expect to share sexy-time with him.”

Dakota showed surprise, then asked, “You ... don’t mind ... other girls flirting with him?”

“Not at all,” answered Lana. “We like it, at least partly because it provides affirmation of our ... choice of ... husband. Dakota, Kanda, despite that we consider him our husband, we don’t own him. Yes, he allows us to ... manage much of his life, but that’s only because he loves us and knows that we have his best interests in mind.”

“That’s all true,” remarked Brett. “I allow them to manage most of my life because I love where they lead us. Besides, I have 19 wives. Why would I be in charge?”

“Nineteen,” Kanda asked with incredulity in her voice. “Nineteen?”

“Yes,” Kim answered, “nineteen. He’s such a stud!”

Dakota asked, “Really?”

“Really. Not all of us are here, but all of us girls, other than the four young girls, consider him as husband. Three of his wives are at work. No, four of his wives are at work, although one of those will return shortly, and the others will be home this afternoon.”

Rache walked into the pavilion leading Seamus.

“Look what I found on our front porch. Can I keep him?”