Chapter 37

August 6, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written August 7-8]

I was woken by my phone’s incoming-text jingle. I lay there on my back with my eyes closed trying to feel where I was and who was next to me. With the new mattress, that was more difficult, as there was no rolling into the well created by another unless you were, essentially, already there. I could hear Rhee’s sleep breathing in my left ear, thus solving one side. I could not hear anything on the other side, so I tentatively moved a hand that way. I quickly found the edge of the bed. Well, that works. Now to solve where I had left my phone.

“It’s in the nook behind your head.”

“Thanks, Heather,” I whispered. I reached up and behind me and patted my hand around until it connected with the object of my search. I grabbed it, put it in front of my eyes, realized that my eyes were still closed, and opened them, thus noticing the time: 7:36

A text from Mom: “Are your panties a statement?”

Oh. Memory rushed in of last night, then of yesterday evening and afternoon. Oh, yeah. We won the tournament. Oddly, that seemed less important than the answer to Mom’s question. That, too, surprised me, as little had seemed more important than soccer not all that long ago. Huh, whoda thunk it?

I worked my other arm out from under the sheet and Rhee’s left hand and tapped an answer: “Sort of.”

I muted the phone so that her response wouldn’t wake anyone. It took a while, but the response came: “Which was what?”

I sent back: “We didn’t talk about it, but it was, essentially, a request for full family membership.”

I was going to send just the last three words but thought I had better include the rest, just in case.

Jingle. “That’s what we figured. Discussed. Accepted. Do you invite them, or do I?”

I sent, “Dad, too?”

The return: “Y.”

I sent back, “You, please. Let us wake up first. I’ll text.”

A whispered, “What nefarious plan are you hatching, now” came from beyond Heather.

“Selling off the small folks to Willie Wonka. It seems that he’s short of oompa-loompas.”

Heather started to crack up but threw her hand over her mouth and suppressed her laughter. I heard Gracey snicker.

“Oh, well, Liya. I was glad to have you while I could. I’ll write you every other ... week ... o7r so.”

Heather could not stop it this time. She snorted and threw her hand over her mouth again, but a guffaw snuck out.

“I warned you about all five of us sleeping in the same bed. Now, you’re gonna have to deal with a cranky Rhee.” There was a pause and a gasp. “Oh, god! I’ve just referred to myself in the third person. Take me out behind the barn and shoot me.”

“Oh, Rhee. I’m sorry. We don’t have a barn. May I tickle you, instead?”

“No, Liya, you may not. It’s a barn or nothing,” Rhee said, following it up with a melodramatic pout.

“G’morning, Rhee. I love you even when you’re pretending to be cranky.”

Rhee’s answer was her left arm pulling me in tightly and a smooch on the forehead.

“You know I don’t really mind. I love spending time with everyone. And it’s just so warm and cozy when that time is in bed.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re just a big ol’ softie. Heather, would you please hug her from back there for me?”

While Heather hugged Rhee, Gracey said, “Aww. Can we get in on that?”

“Sure,” Heather responded. “You can hug me and Liya can hug you.”

Once our mutual-admiration time ended, I said, “Let’s get our ablutions taken care of. Mom’s ... uh ... Sandy is going to come up here and explain something about today or whatever.”

We traded places in the bathroom, with two or three of us in there at any one time. That reminded me of Civia.

“Hey, Heather. When Civia was here on Wednesday and we offered her the choice of showers, she said virtually the same thing you did when we offered that choice to you on your first time here.”

“Yeah, and I called her a ‘Heather clone.’”

Heather shot back. “Well, what’s a young girl with little experience with friends supposed to say? ‘Yeah, I’ll take your father’s shower so that I can imagine myself with him in it?’”

There was much snickering.

“Well, no. But I thought it interesting,” I retorted weakly.

Heather wrapped me up. “Oh, you. It is. I’m just ragging on you.”

I went back to the bedroom and texted Mom that we would be ready in five minutes.

Liya saw me and asked, “Should we get dressed?”

“Nah. It’ll be just ... Sandy.”

The five of us were chatting about nothing important when we heard Mom coming up the stairs. My stomach butterflies suddenly woke up and were flying laps. Mom stepped through the door naked.

“Heather, Liya, Gracey,” Mom said. “I am naked to make a point to you that I want to explain. A while back, we made a family decision here that whenever there is only family here, clothing is optional.”

I quickly turned my head to look at the three who, fortunately, were standing/sitting in a clump. When Mom finished that sentence, Heather’s eyes grew huge and her eyebrows tried to jump off the top of her head. Gracey’s did much the same, while Liya’s forehead wrinkled and eyes squinted: Liya’s pondering-an-interesting-puzzle expression. Mom continued.

“From the very beginning, we included Carol and Rhee in the term, ‘family.’ I’ve just come from discussing it with Charlie and Carol. While he’s embarrassed, he has agreed with Carol and me that we now consider you three to be family.”

Heather’s mouth gaped like that of a fish. She colored a bit, but since I was looking right at her eyes, I could also see something of excitement in there. Gracey’s eyebrows shot up and Liya’s expression cleared; puzzle solved.

“Y-you m-mean th...” Heather inhaled deeply and let it out. She settled her shoulders and in a calmer voice, continued her question. “Do I understand you right? That we may now be... naked ... anywhere in this house, not just in Beth’s room, so long as there is no one here other than us, you, Dad, and Carol?”

Mom nodded her head. Heather continued.

“That you may well be naked under those parameters? That Dad will?”

Mom nodded again.

“Won’t ... uh ... doesn’t ... uhh ... Dad get ... uhh ... umm...”

“Excited? Is that the word you wanted? Or did you want a more medical term? Erect? Was that it? Perhaps something more, um, down-to-earth? Hard as an iron bar? [That last said with a smirk.] Do any of those work?”

Heather mutely nodded her head.

“Well, we’ve been at this for only a month or so, and he hasn’t, yet, become inured to the delights of lovely, naked girls. Or, even, lovely naked women, in the case of Carol. However, if we can get his mind otherwise occupied, such as all of us sitting around a table playing board games, he can be remarkably unexcited.

“I have to warn you, though, that, like me, all of you are right in his wheelhouse of preferred female body architecture – no slight at all intended to Rhee or Carol. You all are also brand-new members of the family, so he might have a hard ... uh ... difficult time controlling his ... um ... response to you, not that any male really controls it. Don’t worry, you will be perfectly safe. He will bend over backward, figuratively, of course, not to offend you.”

After gawping for about ten seconds, Heather got her vocal cords back in touch with her mind, or vice-versa.

“Oh, I would not have worried for myself, at all, and I suspect the others feel the same. I feel perfectly safe in this house and have from the first time I set foot in it. I would be worried ... am worried ... that he would feel uncomfortable with this girl that he’s known for such a short time prancing around his house in her birthday suit.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. He’s uncomfortable about all of us, well, except for me, being naked in his presence. But, as both Beth and Rhee can tell you, except at times, that personal uncomfortableness doesn’t show. In fact, sometimes, he gets to the point at which, despite his physical reaction, he’s not at all uncomfortable. At least, mentally.”

Mom smirked a bit, but Heather looked back and forth between Rhee and me and Gracey and Liya.

Rhee responded to her implied request.

“No, he’s mostly fine. At first, he was more uncomfortable, like he probably will be with you three the first few times that all of him is visible to you guys, but he really does get over it. We had one evening playing cards where we all seemed to forget that none of us were wearing clothes. It was a truly wonderful evening.”

Mom asked, “I know that you blush easily, Heather. Will you be embarrassed to be naked in front of him?”

Rhee just about busted a gut. Mom was surprised by Rhee’s response to her question of Heather, so looked at her, then questioningly at me.

“No, Mom,” I replied, “she won’t. Heather is a born exhibitionist, despite not being naked anywhere except in her bathroom and the locker room before she started coming here. I think that Liya will handle it as well. Gracey, what do you say?”

“Wow. I’m ... I don’t know. Just, wow. But, as far as your question, I’ve already told him that he can see whatever of me he wants. He can do with me whatever he wants. I certainly won’t mind seeing him naked. Since he obviously wants us, how does that work?”

“Nothing else changes. He’s getting comfortable with the changing relationships with all of you. As I suggested before, he’s interested in you ... in a sexual fashion. As far as that goes, this invitation to join the family doesn’t impact that. If there’s progression in those relationships, that will happen whether we’re all naked or wearing only shorts. There’s not really all that much difference. You all could certainly see Charlie’s cock last night, even though he was wearing shorts. It will simply be more visible, more blatantly obvious that you all turn him on.

Mom looked back at the three and raised her eyebrows. Heather responded.

“Beth is right, on all counts. She and Rhee convinced me that nudity was okay, and I found that I absolutely love being naked. It feels like ... freedom. I just cannot do that at home, or anywhere else like that. That is one of the reasons, a minor one, but still important, why I like being here so much. I feel safe. I feel comfortable. I feel ... free.”

Mom looked at Liya.

“I don’t have a problem with it at all. Like Gracey, I’ve offered him everything. I would ... no I will let him have anything from me that he wants because I want whatever from him that he’s willing to give and that you’re willing to share. The four, now five of us, have talked about this more than once. We all want him. I don’t know that Beth shared this with you, though I suspect that she has, I’ve stated out loud, I would gladly have Charlie’s babies, I want him so much.”

“Well, that’s one thing you won’t have or won’t have to worry about. Because of my problems with carrying Beth, Charlie got a vasectomy. Whatever else happens, none of you would wind up pregnant because we’re all naked here.”

Gracey guffawed. “Sandy, I told Liya when she said that, that what she really wanted was the process that leads to those babies. I think that Liya will be quite fine with just the process and no babies.”

Mom grinned at her. “Oh, I can guarantee you that if that comes to be, you will be quite happy with just the process. Charlie is a wonderful lover.”

Liya colored a bit, which meant quite a lot with her complexion.

Rhee turned to Heather. “Girl, given your predilection, clothing is not optional for you here. Clothing is banned. You walk in the door, your clothes come off, whether you take them off or we do. The same is true at this family’s Devlin house. Of course, there, you’re not exempt from being de-clothed in the backyard.”

I was looking at Heather through all that and I could see a strong suggestion of excitement about her being naked in the backyard.

After a pause, Rhee continued. “In fact, if it wouldn’t excite you so much, I’d suggest that we’d make it Charlie’s job to strip you if you were wearing any clothing in situations where being naked is acceptable.”

“Oh, wow. That would be just fine with me.”

“I know. That’s why I put it as I did.”

Mom looked at Rhee, then raised her eyebrows briefly. I think Rhee has just given Mom an idea that she’s going to ponder.

I could feel Mom thinking vigorously, so I turned to her and waited. She nodded her head minutely.

“Liya, Gracey. I know that Heather is staying here tonight. Would you two be able to stay? We could take you home after dinner tomorrow night.”

They looked at each other, then Gracey answered.

“I don’t see why not. Liya’s mom is still out of town, so Liya’s staying with us. Should I call my mom?”

“That would be great. Charlie and I always love having you ... all of you, here, as we’ve told you before. We would love it if you lived here permanently, and we thought that before the recent change in various relationships. You, all of you, are welcome here anytime. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Charlie and Carol and I all love you as daughters. Charlie does love you as daughters, but loves you in other ways, too.”

Liya looked hard at Mom for a few seconds then spoke up.

“We talked about that just last night. We all know that. Every one of us, even Rhee, first loved your husband as a father, a father that we never had, in Heather’s case, or a father much better than the ones we had, in the rest of our cases. However, we’ve also come to love your husband as a girlfriend or lover would. We still consider him a wonderful father, but we have also embraced what you called us last night. We are now, in addition to his daughters, his girlfriends. Every one of us. We have sworn to each other that we would share, we would not try to be the only one to have our boyfriend, our lover. We all feel that our friendship, our love for each other is more important than our strong interest in having Charlie as a lover. We chose our circle of friendship over Charlie’s physical love. We would choose to have Charlie only as a father if it came down to us as friends or Charlie as lover.”

Mom inclined her head at Liya, then said, “I applaud all of you for thinking this through on the front end. Charlie would hate, absolutely hate, to be a cause of discord within The Gang of Five; he treasures all of you too much as daughters and friends.”

“Do you mean ‘friends’ as friends of his daughter or friends of his,” Gracey asked.

“He considers each of you a friend, as do Carol and me. We acknowledge that we know you because you are friends of Beth’s and Rhee’s, but the three of us like and appreciate you independently of our daughters. We consider you our friends as well as our daughters’ friends. As we’ve mentioned before, we also think of you as daughters that are too frequently absent.

“You have to realize that Charlie’s interest in you, in each of you, is three-fold. However, he’s got a powerful brain, and he can hold those various interests in each of you separate from each other. His first interest in Beth was as a daughter. As her mind and personality developed, he came to appreciate her as a friend, in addition to as a daughter. As she reached puberty and began transitioning from a girl into a woman, his third interest in her was piqued. Charlie’s various interests in Rhee developed in the same order as those for Beth.

“His interests in you three arrived in a different order from that of Beth and Rhee, but identical to each other. In fact, the order in which his three interests were piqued was opposite that of Beth and Rhee, thus were sexual, friend, daughter. You three have become quite dear to Charlie, at least partly because you fit all of his interests in people. Carol and I have had to convince him that not only was his sexual interest in you three ... you five ... okay with us and that it was okay with all of you, but that the sexual interest he had in you would not overcome the care he feels for all of you as daughters.

“Charlie’s strongest care is for family. He would immediately give up all sexual activity with each of you and all of you if he thought that it was negatively impacting, in any way, his care and concern for you five as daughters. In a roundabout way, this has been my way to tell you that he cannot be a cause of discord among you five. You must NOT allow dissension among yourselves in any fashion related to Charlie. I know that you have all agreed to that, but you MUST keep to that agreement. Do you understand?”

The Go5 ended the various bouts of looking at each other with four of us looking at Liya since she had been the one to put into words our agreement.

“Yes,” Liya said, “we will keep to the agreement. We love each other too much to forsake it. It appears that as the formulator of the agreement, I will be the enforcer of the agreement. I hate that, but this is a small price that I pay to have both the best friends in the world and the best man in the world, a man who is also our dear friend.”

“Thank you, Liya. You, like your friends, are incredibly special.” After a pause, Mom said, “In a lighter vein ... Wait.”

Mom fiddled with her phone, obviously sending a text. She got a return text and then looked up at the door. In less than a minute, Carol walked through it.

Mom said, “Carol, we six have just had a serious discussion about the Gang of 5 and Charlie and sexual activity. They have vowed among themselves not to allow Charlie to be a source of divisiveness in the Gang, allaying my one big fear in this ... situation. Since the whole Gang will, pending agreement by Inez, be spending the night, what do you think about welcoming our new family members with a game tonight?”

Because I was watching Carol, I saw her eyes get a bit of a gleam in them at the end of Sandy’s question.

“I think that sounds like a lovely idea. Do you wish to tender the invitation?”

Sandy nodded, then turned so that she could see the new family members. “One of the things that we do as a family is play a game that we call ‘Truth or Command.” If you can all stay here tonight, we can play a ... tamer version of it than recent iterations have been.”

Gracey, Heather, and Liya immediately looked at me when Mom mentioned the game. I looked at them and asked, “May I? Tell them?”

One by one, I got head nods from each of them.

“Moms, the five of us played the game on both nights of your recent honeymoon.”

Carol looked hard at me, then said, “So that’s what caused your thinking about turn progression.”

I nodded at her.

“Since you know about the game, may I ask a question?”

We all nodded at Carol.

“Was your version partly or highly sexual?”

I looked around at the four others, but at Gracey, Heather, and Liya, particularly.

“Highly sexual, particularly on the second night,” Liya said.

“Thank you,” Carol responded, then looked at Sandy, who nodded and continued to explain her invitation.

“Perhaps we won’t take that much care of your sensibilities. I know that you three have each offered Charlie anything and everything that he wanted from you. Were you serious?”

“Yes, Carol. Absolutely,” Heather said. Gracey and Liya nodded vigorously.

“So, I take it, then, that none of you would object if tonight’s version of ToC were strongly oriented to sex?”

“Oh, god, no,” said Heather. “I was serious and so were Gracey and Liya. Charlie can have us anywhere, anytime.”

I could see Heather’s and Liya’s brains working overtime, though Heather was the first to ask.

“I assume that Beth and Rhee have played ... ToC ... with you three. That that’s where Beth got the game.”

“Yes, they have both played in every ToC game. Particularly in the last two games, the game has been entirely about sex. We can tone it down if any of you feels uncomfortable about it. I can also tell you that genital-to-genital conjunction has been commanded or allowed only with the two of us that have already had sex with Charlie. We will be continuing that policy. We all agree with Rhee’s statement the other night, that if, and I emphasize that ‘if,’ Charlie is going to make love with you, the first time should be in a one-on-one situation instead of with an audience.”

Gracey turned to Liya and said, “You were right.”

While Liya nodded, Sandy asked, “She was right about what?”

Gracey looked at Liya, who nodded, again.

“Liya told all of us last night that we were now Charlie’s girlfriends and that Charlie would, at some point, make love with each of us. However, she said that the first time for each would be one-on-one in a personal, romantic situation, though I’m paraphrasing. I’ve always known that Liya is smart, and this is just one more example of it.”

“Yes,” Sandy said. “Charlie told us of his estimation of Liya’s ability to analyze social situations. Our Beth seems to have the same ability, though not, apparently, of her own situation. We hope that you will give weight to things that either of them says regarding such situations.

“With the apparent decision to allow tonight’s ToC game to be highly sexual, there is just one ... no there are two things further to accomplish. The first is to get Inez’s permission for her girls to stay tonight. The second is to introduce Charlie’s new family to him. You still have a few seconds to change your mind about being family and all that that term entails in our two houses. If you want to change your mind, no one will think poorly of you. While the situation has been rapidly heading to this point, any of you girls can call for a halt, even a reversal. You can also change your mind after showing all of your goodies to Charlie, and vice-versa, but I wanted to give you one last chance to alter course before that happens. Anyone?”

A bunch of headshakes indicated that we were going to go through with this. Mom nodded her head.

Carol chimed in, then, saying, “I hope you girls are hungry. Charlie has outdone himself on breakfast this morning. Beth, I think that you should do the introductions.”

I looked at her, nodded, then walked past her out the door to a suddenly changed world.

As I entered the kitchen, Dad was looking at the entryway. He smiled.

“Good morning, Dad,” I said as I stepped into his arms and hugged him tightly, his hard cock pressed against me below my belly button. “I love you very much.”

Hugging me tightly, he kissed my crown. “I love you very much, Beth.”

I squeezed him extra tightly, then released him and stepped back. “I have three new sisters to introduce to you, Dad. I will introduce them in the order that I met them.

“Dad, this is my extra-special sister-friend, Gracey García. She is now my sister and your daughter with all the rights and privileges accorded our family members. I introduce her now in her natural state, as is befitting such an introduction.”

“Welcome, Gracey, to the family. I sincerely hope that you are happy here.”

Gracey’s eyes were leaking as Dad wrapped her up and she hugged him. “I love you, Dad. Thanks for adopting me.”

“Gracey, I love you as a daughter and in other ways.”

Gracey nodded her head against his chest. “Oh, Dad, this is so wonderful, feels so wonderful.”

Dad tilted her chin up with his right hand, then leaned down and planted his lips on hers. Gracey’s arms squeezed more tightly as she intensified the kiss that Dad offered. After a minute, Dad gently disengaged his mouth from hers and looked into her eyes. Gracey took a few steps away and turned toward me.

I then introduced Liya to Dad with the same words I had used for Gracey. Dad and Liya had a similar meeting, though without tears. When I introduced Heather, though, there was a bit of a change in ... protocol, shall we say. I had just gotten out the words “natural state” when Heather took three running steps and launched herself at Dad. Dad’s eyes rounded, then crinkled in a huge smile as he caught her by her butt cheeks and pulled her into him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and before Dad could get his welcoming “speech” going, she was kissing him passionately. Dad’s cock was rock hard, extending out from his groin below Heather’s ass.

When Heather came back up for air, she looked into Dad’s happy blue eyes with her sparkling blue ones and said, “Your new daughters all agree, Dad. You may have whatever you want from us, whenever you want it. We also promise to be good daughters and not argue or bicker, particularly over you. We all love you and want you,” after which she dove in for another kiss.

I heard a phone taking a photo.

“Okay, new daughter Heather. It’s breakfast time. Please, everyone, take your seats in the dining room.”

Breakfast was a fun, joyous, and scrumptious affair. We all stuffed ourselves and, after kitchen cleanup, wound up lounging in the living room until after 11:00. The Moms, who had just been conversing quietly together in one corner announced that they were going shopping. Dad said that he’d go to the gym, which Sandy met with a smart comment about not wearing that huge woody at the gym.

Once the adults had all departed, Heather said, “Oh, god, oh, god. This is so fucking GREAT!”

“You, my diminutive sister-friend-lover, are bang-on with that one,” Rhee said. “However, I propose an outing. Yes, I know that we can all now be naked with the parents here, but they’re not here, and we’ve all been naked together here, in this room, before. Why don’t we go to the park for a bit?”

“Capitol idea, my dear Watson,” Liya responded. “I propose that we do just that but go commando. I’m feeling a bit carefree.”

“I propose a slight amendment to your proposal,” said Heather. “Counting shoes as one item, I propose only three clothing items each, even for those larger-breasted ladies of us.”

“Do I hear a second for either the original motion or the amended motion,” I asked.

Gracey said, “I second the amended motion.”

“Discussion,” I queried. Seeing that there was none, I said, “All in favor, say aye.” With the voice votes cast, I stated, “The proposal, as amended, passes in acclamation.”

I raced for the stairs. We were out the front door in 15 minutes. We joked and laughed the whole 10-minute walk to the park, then wound our way back to “our table.” Rhee and I sat with our backs to the rest of the park, as we had the last time we were here, while Heather sat between the other two on the other side.

Our joking and frivolity continued at the table, though I saw Liya looking around carefully. After a few minutes of that, she spoke.

“Heather, I dare you to take your shirt off.”

Heather did not even look around, just doffed her shirt, placing it on the table. She gave a little shivering motion, then said, “Oh, that’s so much better. I really love this.”

Liya, sitting on Heather’s left, reached her left hand around and began rubbing Heather’s left titty.

“Oh, and now it’s even better,” Heather said.

With that, Rhee stood, walked around the table and Liya to Heather. She put her hands in Heather’s armpits and gently pulled upward, encouraging her to stand. “I’m sure that you want to stand and show off your pretty little titties.”

Heather stood, then threw her arms wide. “This is so fucking good! I’ve said it before but thank you all for rescuing me. My life is SO much better now.”

“Hey, Heather,” said Rhee. “Why don’t you stand out here with me?”

Our official exhibitionist member did just that. However, Rhee then mightily surprised me. She dropped her gym shorts to her ankles, stepped one foot out of them, turned around, sat in Heather’s seat, and spread her legs.”

“Hey, Heather, would you like a midday snack?”

She did not have to be asked twice. Heather knelt between Rhee’s knees and thrust her head into Rhee’s crotch.

I looked over the open woods in front of me and heard Liya say, “Nobody coming.”

“Hopefully,” Rhee responded, “I will be.”

Rhee is not the exhibitionist that Heather is, but she does have more than a wee bit of a wild streak. And Heather is quite good at cunnilingus. With Gracey and Liya making occasional searches of the park behind me and with my occasional scanning of the woods in front of me, I felt very little concern. Some, but not enough even to voice. Heather had Rhee cumming within five minutes. Liya planted her mouth on Rhee’s when she started up the Stairway and captured most of Rhee’s orgasmic sounds.

I found it a little odd that there seemed so few people in the park at lunchtime on a pleasant, though fairly hot, Sunday. I was happy for the covered aspect of this table, but that is why we usually come here when we come to the park.