Chapter 32

July 28, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written July 29]

Civia came to practice today, with Gracey. After we did the usual practice prelims, Coach spoke to us, saying that Civia was to be joining us for practice for as long into the post-season as we had games.

“I’m going to be putting her in in a variety of positions to get a feel for her abilities. Civia, though you may have played striker for most of your time in the game, you need to learn, first-hand, some of the other positions. The idea is that more understanding of the whole team, will enable you to anticipate what may come about in various situations. And, yes, you will get to try even fullback.

“For those of you that may have to sit while Civia practices in your place, please think back to your experience at that age. How many of you might have benefitted from the same experience had you had it?”

I and many others raised their hands.

Coach put us through another exhausting practice, but no one was more exhausted than Civia. Coach had her play in all three front-line positions and both wing midfielder slots. But, then, she had also moved Padme, Lissa, and me around.

As we were preparing to go, Civia joined Rhee, Gracey, Lissa, Ann, Mia, and me.

“What’d you think, Civia,” I asked.

“She’s a slave-driver, and I mean that in a good way.”

We all laughed.

“Yeah, welcome to the club,” I responded, “and I mean that both in a figurative sense and a literal sense. You’re very good and it would take a special disaster to keep you off the roster next year.”

I could see Gracey, Mia, and Lissa nodding their heads.

“Lissa,” I continued, “we’ll have to do some brainstorming to figure out how to fit her into the offense. Or ... vice-versa.”

“That’s the truth.”

Civia said, “Beth, may I talk to you, alone, for a sec?”

“Sure,” I said as I stood. We walked away from the others and sat on the grass.

“My dad said you were the one to suggest that I introduce myself at your game yesterday. Is that right?”

Not knowing where she was going, I said, “Yes, but Rhee would have suggested it, too.”

“Okay. I just wanted to thank you for your efforts that resulted in me being here. This has been one of the best days of my life and it was just a practice, an exhausting practice, but very ... uh ... satisfying. This team is ... amazing. Everyone is so welcoming. I’m really looking forward to playing here next year. I probably would have been really nervous at tryouts in spring, but I know I won’t be, now. So, thank you, Beth.”

“You’re most welcome. I, too, am looking forward to next year. It’ll be interesting. Has Coach talked to you further about physical training?”

“Yeah. She talked to my dad for a long time last night. Dad’s going to look into it. I promise that I’ll work hard at it. Maybe I can get Dad to buy some equipment so that I can do some of it at home. I’ve spent a ton of time in the yard learning dribbling and shooting. A home gym would make it easier on me. Probably on my parents, too.”

“You don’t have to make promises to me, just to yourself. Self-motivation is the best way to get something done. From what you’ve said and from your skills that were obvious at practice, today, you seem to have a reasonable dose of that. My dad’s a workout fan and he had me, oh, and Rhee also, doing some of the same things when I was your age that I think that Coach wants you to do. It does help. Rhee’s the best example of that.”

“Yeah, she’s really good. I like watching her play. Umm, did I hear right that Heather has been playing for only two years?”

I nodded at her. She shook her head in near incredulity.

“That’s crazy. I learned pretty quickly, but I wasn’t anywhere near as good as she is after two years. I’ve been playing for five years and working hard for four. I am probably a better dribbler, but she’s probably better at figuring out what she should do and when in response to the game. I still don’t have as many types of shots, although I can do a couple fancy ones. That’s just something else that I’ll have to find time to learn to do better.”

“Well, you can start on Tuesday, as that will be our shooting-drill day next week. Heather’s pretty good at teaching what she knows. She’s been working with Mia on her outside-foot shooting, as well as passing, and Mia has improved quite a bit. While Rhee is probably a better overall shooter than Heather, no one on the team is better than Heather at outside-foot shooting, at least with her right foot, although she’s also coming along with her left. We have a lot of leeway on shooting-practice days. I’ll see if I can break Heather and Marli loose to give you some practice with that if you want.”

Civia shook her head, again, and gritted her teeth. “Th-this is...” She gritted her teeth again, then inhaled deeply. “This is why I wanted to be on this team. It will be so much better than my team this year, even if I don’t play a single minute, because I know I’ll be learning a lot.” She gritted her teeth again while looking at the ground. When she got control again, she looked back up at me. “Thank you, Beth, again, for all that you’ve done for me.”

“All I did was invite you to introduce yourself. You don’t need to thank me for that.”

“No, Beth. You invited me to introduce myself, yes. But you introduced me to Coach. You helped me figure out how to get to practice here with Gracey and Ann. You’re already thinking about how to include me in next year’s offense. You’re already getting me tutoring on shooting. None of that is nothing, and my dad would be upset with me if I didn’t thank you for any one of those things, much less all of them. It’s obvious why you’re the captain. You’re always thinking about the team, but you’re also always thinking about the individual parts of the team. I hope that I can do that ... as well as...”

She suddenly stood, looking a bit lost. Her eyes were leaking, despite her obvious effort at avoiding just that. I stood, too, and she threw her arms around me and hid her head in my chest. As I put my arms around Civia, I could see Ann and Gracey looking our way. Ann was beginning to stand, but Gracey grabbed Ann’s arm and shook her head.

“Okay, Civia. When you put it like that, I see your point. Your thanks are appreciated, and you’re very welcome. This is a pretty close-knit team and we look out for each other. Sure, there are closer sets of friends on the team, as you’ve seen or will see. But, when it comes to the team, we’re all very supportive of each other. That is something Coach pushed, but so nearly invisibly that I’ll bet many don’t realize it. I didn’t until last year. Coach is the third coach that I’ve had in soccer and is, by far, the best. I have learned a ton from her about soccer, yes, but also about teams and teamwork, many of those lessons relevant to all manner of teams, not just in sports. You could do far worse than emulating her.”

She looked at me, released me, and stepped back; I released her as she did.

“Thank you, again, Beth. I’ve got more people to thank, but I don’t think I can do it right now without losing it. I’ll do it on Monday.”

I nodded and indicated with my hand that we should rejoin the others.

When we got there, Rhee said, “So, Civia, already enlisting Beth to support your coup attempt for next year’s center forward position, are you?”

We all laughed. I looked at Civia; her eyes were sparkling, but then they began leaking again.

“I’m sorry,” said Rhee, “it was a joke.”

“No,” Civia replied forcefully. “I’m j-just overwhelmed...”

She stopped, inhaled deeply while gritting her teeth. She breathed deeply a few more times, while we all waited on her getting control. After a minute or so, she re-started.

“I’m overwhelmed by this team, how nice you all are to a kid. It’s obvious that you’re treating me like a team member already, joking with me as teammates do. I was just thanking Beth for encouraging me and for all her help. I was going to do this Monday with the whole team ... but thank you all for making a little girl feel so welcome when you didn’t really have to do so. Thank you Gracey and Ann for promising rides. Thank you, Rhee, for treating me like we’ve been teammates all summer.”

Rhee stood and said, “No thanks, necessary. We do think of you as a teammate, and one that may help us overcome Ann’s defection to an older team next year. We knew that we’d have to greatly increase our scoring to make up for Gracey being center back next year, and we think you might enable us to do just that!”

Gracey punched Rhee in the arm while the rest of us lost it.

When the laughter died down, Gracey said, “Actually, Civia, we’re all happy to have you as you’ll force our current prima donna center forward to work hard, rather than coasting as she’s been doing for over a year.”

There was much chuckling.

Heather had to watch her sister, so Rhee and I headed to my house.

[Ms. Diary, these possessive pronouns are getting tricky, with the meshing of two families into something only slightly larger than one family. I consider it our house, but “we” now have two houses.]

“You know, Rhee, Gracey had a point. Civia is going to push you.”

“Yeah. And she’s not even 12. Fu-uckkkk. That’s somewhat scary. How good is she going to be?”

“I suspect that you’re both going to be learning from each other, and I think that’s a good thing. Alex is probably the weakest on the offense. I wonder what happens to her if she doesn’t make the team next year? She’s only a year older, but she doesn’t have Civia’s ball-handling skills, nor Civia’s field awareness.”

“Yeah. That would be tough for anyone to make the premier team at 12, only to be beaten out the next year.” She shivered. “I don’t want to think about that, as it could have happened to me had Coach not seen something in me. Let’s change the subject.”

I nodded; she continued.

“I’ve got just the subject, too: How much our lives and family relationships have changed in the past month. This morning, Mom said something to me that would have shocked me senseless not very long ago. It wouldn’t have shocked me as much to have overheard her saying something like this to a girlfriend about some guy. However, she told me this morning that she was looking forward to getting some of Dad’s cock tonight. At first, I didn’t think all that much of it, but I got to thinking and it forced me to realize how much has changed. Not only does Mom have a lover, but she’s my lover’s married father and his wife will be in bed with both of them. The craziest part, though, was that she said it to me, that explicitly, and almost casually.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, things have changed dramatically. Wait until I tell you about last night. You’ll love it.”

“Sex, I presume?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I proceeded to recount last night’s sex, as we reached the house, went up to our room, and stripped for our shower.

“Wow,” Rhee responded, “things are really looking good for us. Right?”

“I’m still scared of being too certain, too positive, that we’re going to get to make love with Dad. But it’s getting harder and harder to think that it won’t happen. Dad is becoming very accepting and Mom ... Well, Mom as much as told all of us Wednesday night that Dad was ours to share. I assume that you noticed, like I did, how many times she called him ‘our man’.”

“I did. I also had to stamp hard on glee at hearing her say that. It also seemed like she really got off on stripping Gracey in front of Dad. She certainly didn’t mind Dad kissing a virtually naked Gracey. She’s pushing hard. I wonder what would have happened if, when she was sitting in Dad’s lap encouraging him to do so, he’d begun playing with her breasts as he’d said he wanted to do. Would they have made out in front of the Gang? It seemed like one little nudge could have gotten that to happen, and then, who knows how much else.”

“Yeah, I agree. I think that that was close. Hell, Dad REALLY wanted Gracey’s breasts. I swear I could feel his desire for that to happen. I think if that butterfly in China had flapped its wings, Dad would have gone for it. I’ve felt me and seen all of the Gang lusting after Dad. He really, really wanted Gracey Wednesday night. I don’t know if Gracey knows how much and how close she came to being stripped by him. And, of course, who knows where that would have gone.”

“Yeah. While I don’t know what they think or know, you know that Gracey, Liya, and, particularly, Heather have been and are thinking about that. About Gracey in only brief panties and a well-placed arm sitting on Dad’s lap in view of all of us. I think tomorrow’s shopping trip could be very interesting, and I wonder what your mom is going to suggest or do.”

“Oh, that question has occupied an occasional second or 300 of my thinking time. I truly think that if it were solely up to her, we all would have had some expressly sexual activity with Dad on Wednesday. I think she really wants it, wants Dad to have all of us. She’s already sharing with your mom, and I’m not sure why she’s doing this. She really liked us sucking Dad on Wednesday and she really seemed to like bouncing on Dad’s lap last night while I was kissing him. To get back to your wondering, I suspect that Mom will push all of us hard on provocative clothes. I’m not sure what that will entail, but I have some ideas. I really think that the next time the Gang is spending the night – and I’ll bet you that she’ll push hard for that for tomorrow night – we’ll look back at Wednesday’s clothing as tame. Mom may make it blatantly obvious that she wants Dad to have us all.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

I grimaced. “Maybe. Remember what I said about Dad needing to decide for himself rather than getting pushed or led by his purple-red cock into loving us.”

I thought to myself that I really need to have a chat with Supplicant. Before tomorrow morning. Without knowing my thoughts, Rhee changed the subject. Somewhat.

“Do you think that Dad and my mom will do sex in front of us tonight? I’m having trouble figuring that out. With your tale from last night, it seems more likely, but that was with a woman with whom he’s had sex hundreds of times? I would imagine, or, rather, I can imagine that he might feel a bit differently with my mom in that situation.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Also, my mom should be on her period. At least, that’s what I infer from her statement about her timing at the ToC game. How does that change the situation? I can’t begin to fathom how tonight will go, other than your mom is obviously expecting sex with, at least, Dad. I also now think that our moms talk together about, possibly, all this stuff. My mom’s hand was just a bit too apparent in getting ToC played last week. I think they’re collaborating about more than just sharing a husband.”

Rhee looked hard into my eyes for a bit. “You really believe that. That thought has crossed my mind a few times, but it just seemed too, I don’t know, out there. I mean, why would my mom plan with your mom to get your mom’s husband to make love with me? Don’t misunderstand me. It’s obvious that both our moms are encouraging, even almost demanding, that Dad do sexual things with us. Some part of me thinks their coordinating such is just ridiculous, but the evidence seems to be there. And, of course, you believe it. In my experience, you believing something will happen indicates near certainty in its occurrence.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, but I think there’s a strong possibility that they’re working together. I mean, your mom has certainly seen mine command obviously sexual acts between you and Dad, and your mom has done the same. So, while coordination seems the likeliest reason for this to me, I cannot rule out independent, but complementary, action from the two of them.”

“Okay, I can see that. Sort of. Like you, though, I think collaboration makes more sense. Given that, what are the chances that my mom knows about your mom encouraging Dad with the Gang? That is, not just you and me. Also, if my mom does know, particularly if she’s coordinating with your mom about the rest of the Gang, what part does my mom play? I mean, somewhere down that road ... or, at least, some version of that road, lies free-for-all sex with Charlie for all female members of the family and with ‘the family’ including all the Gang. Yes, aspects of that would be wonderful, but is it really possible that your mom is willing to share him with six other women?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I’ve pondered the same ... end game, if you will. Right now, Mom seems highly interested in getting Dad into sexual relationships with all of us. But why? I’ve heard on a few occasions, and you heard the same last Friday, that Mom used to be quite jealous. What’s changed? Is it just that family is safe? Would she – not to mention would we – be willing to share him with nearly anyone? I wouldn’t. I don’t think Mom would, but I cannot get to a satisfactory conclusion of this problem because I don’t know Mom’s motivation for any of this.”

“All right. We’re not getting anywhere. Although the topic is of extreme interest to both of us, we should probably drop it and get our shower. I want lunch and I want you, and not necessarily in that order.”

We played around a lot in the shower, though just that, no orgasms. We were leaving that for our bed. However, when we got back to our room, I noticed that I’d missed a call and a text. Both were from Mom. The text indicated that I should listen to my voice mail, so I played the recording. Oh, well, Rhee and I will have to postpone sex. The new beds were arriving early this afternoon, possibly very soon.

We dressed. We also stripped all three mattresses and had started lunch when the truck arrived. The delivery crew was run by a woman (good on her!), and the four of them had the old beds out in the truck and the new ones in place in less than 45 minutes. The woman also brought in a large box of new bedding. After Rhee and I finished lunch, we then picked which set of sheets to put on which king mattress. Won’t the Gang be surprised when they get here tomorrow! The new beds took up more room than the old queens, but all three bedrooms are large, so there wasn’t any real impact on space.

Since Rhee and I had had to postpone our sexual gratification, we were even more interested in seeing what sex was like on memory-foam mattresses. Our first experience suggested that they were a wash. Better in some respects, worse in others. However, the comfort and firmness of them when simply lying on them pushed us both into the camp of fans.

When Dad got home a bit after 5:00, we were in the kitchen in the prep stages of making dinner: Rosemary braised lamb shanks and blackened green beans, along with small potatoes. I was putting the potatoes on the cold oven, wondering where he was, as we’d heard the garage door. I turned the oven to 475˚ and turned toward their hallway. Ah, I could hear him in their room. I touched Rhee’s shoulder, breaking her from the reverie of making the blackening mix. She turned to me.

Quietly, I said, “I think Dad’s getting undressed and thought you’d like to prepare.” I then doffed my apron. Rhee did the same, and we hung them up. “Do you want him first or second?”

“You’d give me first?”

“Of course. I love you.”

“I love you, too, but I’ll gladly take first. I’ll rile him up for you!”

Not a minute later, Dad entered the kitchen in all his glory, his cock already half-hard.

“Hi, girls. What’s for dinner?”

“You, Dad,” said Rhee as she wrapped her arms under his armpits, her hands on his shoulders as she reached up and planted her mouth on his.

Dad returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands on her ass. I watched while they kissed for more than a minute. When they came up for air, I wormed into their embrace and reached up to kiss Dad, myself. Dad’s right hand went around me and began caressing my left ass cheek; I assume that he was doing the same to Rhee’s right cheek.

We must have been so engrossed that we missed hearing the front door open and close, because we were all surprised when we heard Carol say, “It’s so nice to see children getting along with their parents so well in this day and age.”

Rhee and I turned in Dad’s arms to watch her as she approached and said, “Would you two mind if I got some of that?”

While neither of us answered her, neither did she wait. She snuck between us, Dad’s arms still around us. She put her naked breasts on Dad’s chest and reached up to kiss him. I felt her arm on my belly, so looked down to see her left hand encircling Dad’s fully hard cock.

Oh, god! Was this how the night was going to go?

With will power that I didn’t know I possessed, I stepped away. “If Rhee and I don’t quit now, who knows when supper will be ready.”

Dad looked at me, though his mouth was still attached to Carol’s. I took that for agreement, though I’m not sure why. With an obvious longing look, Rhee, too, stepped away. We re-donned our aprons and returned to our respective tasks.

When Mom got home about 6:15, dinner was just about ready. Dad and Carol had disappeared into their room. Since Rhee and I were engrossed in cooking when they disappeared, the only reason that we knew that was due to Carol’s, “Oh, the new beds are here!”

When we heard Mom – that is, my mom – say, “You two could have christened the new bed,” Rhee and I headed that direction. As we approached their door, we could see Carol on her knees in front of a standing Dad, his cock in her hand and obviously wet.

“No, Sandy, that wouldn’t have been right,” Carol responded.

That imp of mine whispered a suggestion, one that I followed to the letter.

“If you all have appetites for something other than Charlie, dinner is imminent.”

I then smiled at all of them to take any sting that they may have inferred out of my jest. I hugged Mom and returned to the kitchen, Rhee following. At the oven, Rhee whispered to me.

“Dad had no compunction kissing us or feeling up our asses. He’s really coming to terms with us, I think.”

“Yeah, that’s a big change from last Friday, even from Wednesday. Please, please, please let us not screw this up.”

“Amen. I guess the answer to our question may well be, ‘Yes, we will be seeing Carol and Charlie doing sex tonight.’ She was obviously sucking him, with the bedroom door wide open. And that’s one more piece of evidence that our moms are coordinating about, at least, you and me. Yes?”

“I don’t see any other rational explanation for what we just saw.”

As I was pulling the potatoes out of the oven, the three of them entered the kitchen. Rhee and I loaded the warmed plates with lamb, green beans, and potatoes, then placed them at the various places. Dad poured wine into glasses for the adults. Rhee and I had water; neither of us like wine much. Dad remained standing as the rest of us sat.

“I propose a toast to the chefs for tonight’s dinner. It looks and smells scrumptious.”

Dad and the two moms each took a sip for the toast, and Dad seated himself, his cock still mostly hard.

“Ohhh,” Sandy said, “these beans are perfect, Beth.”

“No, Mom, that was Rhee’s job.”

“I’m sorry, Rhee. These are exquisite. I congratulate you on getting them exactly right.”

Rhee blushed slightly. “Thanks, Mom. It was actually pretty fun!”

Carol then chimed in. “The lamb, too, is very good. Congrats and hearty thanks to you two chefs.”

With Carol’s elbow impacting Mom’s, it suddenly struck me. I’m sitting here to Dad’s right, the place that I’ve had for the entire time that I can remember sitting at the table. Mom is sitting across from me, to Dad’s left, Carol next to her, Rhee next to me. I placed my utensils on my plate, stood, and lifted plate and glass.

“Carol, you should have this place.”

“What? No. That’s your place.”

“No. If you’re Dad’s wife, you need to sit next to him at the table, just like M ... Sandy. You’re right-handed, so this is your place. I’ll take the foot of the table.”

As I walked behind Rhee, I kept my eyes on Carol. I thought she’d react, but not this powerfully. She began crying.

I certainly didn’t intend it, but I caused a long interruption of dinner. Mom comforted Carol, while Dad hovered. When Carol got some control of her emotions, Rhee and I had to argue with her about her place at the table. While I think that we’d have carried the day, Mom’s contribution ended the discussion.

“No, Carol,” she said softly, “the girls are right. You and I, with Charlie’s consent, have agreed to share him. While I get him more than you do because of our house situations, you need to have your wife’s seat next to our man when you’re here, just as I would at our other house.”

Carol searched Mom’s eyes for some time, then lowered her head and nodded slightly. She stood, reached for my hand and pulled me to a standing position, whereupon she hugged me tightly.

“You couldn’t be a better daughter to me had I borne you, myself. Thank you for your consideration and, particularly, for your acceptance of a very odd situation that most kids would probably hate. Even though I didn’t carry you, I love you as if I did. You and every other Williams in this house...” She paused as her eyes began leaking, again, though she continued to look me in the eyes. “You have all been so accepting. You make me feel so loved and so happy. I am ecstatic at merging my family with yours.”

She then looked across the table at Rhee. “I’m sorry, Rhee, that I haven’t explained this before now, and I don’t want to get into it, now, and put off longer the wonderful dinner that you two made for us. Can you hold any questions until we can discuss everything after dinner?”

“Sure, Mom. I love you and I’m very happy for you, as I’ve said before.”

In the meantime, I moved to the oven and set the temp to 250˚ and put my plate on the upper rack. The others followed my lead, and we all returned to our seats, for some of us, our new seats.

Rhee spoke up. “Since we’ll have some time before the food’s rewarmed, may we at least start the discussion?”

Carol looked at Rhee, then nodded. “I guess I should start. In June, I confessed to Sandy that I was in love with Charlie, and that Rhee and I would probably move.”

“NO!”

“Wait, Rhee. I didn’t want to move. I have a reasonable job and you are very happy here. I really didn’t want to uproot you, but it was killing me spending time with and around Charlie. So, I confessed, in tears, to Sandy and was shocked at her response. First, she told me she already knew that and that she wasn’t mad, not even upset. She convinced me that, with some care, we could probably convince Charlie to include me in, at least, their sex life. She said that Charlie loved me as a very good friend and that we might be able to use that to shift his affection somewhat.

“When I asked her why she’d do that, she said she’d been thinking about this very subject for a while, knowing, or, at least, suspecting my strong interest in Charlie. She convinced me that she was willing to share, as long as Charlie was at least willing, but, preferably, that he wanted to do so. The weekend that we spent together, your sleepover weekend, was, essentially, our honeymoon. However, I didn’t unofficially marry Charlie. I unofficially married Charlie and Sandy.

“I’ve been too afraid to bring this up with you, as I’ve been truly happy for the first time in a very long time. I was afraid that you’d balk at the relationship, not knowing, or even suspecting, that you ... you two ... would figure it out on your own. Why I didn’t suspect, I don’t know, as I certainly know the capabilities of your minds. Sandy pushed me to tell you, apparently sussing your response better than I did.”

She then turned to me.

“You didn’t say a word, either of you, until Friday night. But you’d figured it out well before then, yes?”

“Umm, I wouldn’t say ‘figured it out’ as much as had very strong suspicions. Rhee and I discussed it on a couple of occasions, what we thought about it and our reactions to it. We’ve both been guardedly happy for you but have been paying very close attention to how the three of you act when together. Our observations have suggested to us that this might well work out, and we became less guarded, hence Rhee’s blithe statement on Friday night about you three being cozy in the queen bed.

“While I’ve got the floor, I want to ask you a related question, if I may,” and I cocked my head at her. She nodded, so I continued. “Rhee and I have only one minor concern about this situation, and it’s something of a selfish one.”

I quickly looked at Rhee for support; she was nodding her head emphatically. I don’t know how we do it, but I’m positive that she understood my unvoiced question and that I understood her response.

“We both very much like the new ... ummmm ... sexual aspects to our relationships with, particularly, Dad. We have greatly enjoyed our times with him and you and/or Sandy. We assume that Sandy has kept you abreast of what has taken place, particularly Wednesday night in their ... uhh ... your bed and Thursday evening in the living room.”