Chapter 38

August 7, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written August 8]

I woke in the middle, between my two lovers. God, this is wonderful! Rhee and Heather are snuggled into me, Heather on my right. I closed my eyes to luxuriate in being so loved, but Heather’s alarm had other plans, or, rather, commands. Oh, well. Time to get up and at ‘em.

Heather had turned off the alarm nearly immediately, and Rhee only partly roused, so we left her sleeping after I carefully wiggled out from under her arm. Heather and I showered, where Heather answered my question of how I wound up in the middle. She had made a bathroom run in the middle of the night and returned to find that I had rolled over to Rhee. After drying, we trotted downstairs with the smell of French toast luring us into the kitchen. We hugged Dad good morning (he was wearing an apron, so the hug was not as good as it might have been), grabbed plates and flatware for eight, set five places at the kitchen table, stacking the rest. We had not checked on Gracey and Liya, but assumed that, though they were probably still sleeping, they would be joining us, soon. Dad and Heather and Sandy had to get going.

The other three girls made it downstairs just before Dad and Heather left for the university, so they had to hug a clothed Dad, though he got to hug and kiss naked girls. He took advantage of that by, in the respective clinches, putting his hands on both ass cheeks of all three girls. I took over cooking chores, and the second seating of breakfast began. Sandy came out of the bedroom dressed for work and she hugged the three of us, wished us all a good day, and headed out. A nude Carol joined the three at the table and I served up French toast to all.

After breakfast, we four girls had a powwow in the Go5 council chamber about plans for the day.

“I need to look into secure storage media for the repository,” Gracey said, “and Liya and I probably need to have a discussion about appropriate software that will do what we want, with Dad’s wanted ‘oh, shit’ option.”

“Are you going to do that on your room’s computer, or do you want to use mine?”

“Ours.”

“Okay. Are you going to want to go to the mall or elsewhere to look into storage options once you find what you need? I know you. You’re going to want to see the options in person! Besides, while hanging around in the nude with Dad all day would be nice, he’s probably going to use at least some of his free time to go to the gym and run errands. We could get either a drop-off or a pick-up from him, maybe both.”

With our late morning and early afternoon decided, Gracey and Liya went to do their research.

“Rhee, would you mind if I got started on my diary entries for the weekend?”

“Not at all. I’ll continue reading what you’ve already given me. You know, even though I was present for a lot of this, I find myself becoming engrossed in your storytelling. I’m enjoying seeing how you look at things, what you put in, what you leave out, how you interpret. I feel like I’m learning things about you that I might not have known, or realized, or figured out correctly. Of course, I would imagine that that would be expected upon reading someone’s diary. I’m having fun!”

I looked at her with love. “Thanks, Rhee. I appreciate the praise ... and the time to get some writing done, though Heather will be back in a half-hour or so.”

With the return of Heather and Dad ... Hmmm. When did that happen? I don’t remember putting anyone before Dad previously. Anyway, with the return of Heather and Dad came the return of a gorgeous nude man in the house. A gorgeous nude man with a boner, a stiffy, a hard-on.

There was much salivating. Somewhat surprisingly, there was no grabbing. We were seated at the kitchen table.

“I’ve got some hardware answers for you, Dad,” Gracey said. “Liya and I still have to look at software, but I think that the ‘oh, shit’ option requires a hardware solution.”

“What have you got?”

“You said ‘money was no object,’ right?” When he nodded, she continued. “Again, we’re looking at software solutions, which if effective, would be the simplest and easiest answer. However, I think that there may be no such thing as a perfect software answer.”

“Give it to me.”

“A degausser.”

“I assume that part of that word is related to the magnetism unit, yes? Except for that, I have no clue what you just said, though I might be able to figure out the gist of it if the magnetism unit, ‘gauss,’ is the base of that word.”

“It is. A degausser, which is actually a misnomer of sorts, is a unit that washes a powerful magnetic field over ... well, in this case, a computer drive, playing merry hell with storage, which has a magnetic basis. However, it is a stand-alone piece of equipment. There are two types, but I don’t really see any effective difference between them as far as your ... our situation is concerned. Whatever files are stored on a unit that gets degaussed are rendered ... dissolute within a minute or so.”

“That’s certainly speedy enough. However, if the magnetic field that it creates is strong enough, would we have to be worried about subsidiary damage to other electronics in the house?”

“I don’t think so. It seems as if the unit is shielded, but I haven’t had the chance to look into that, yet.”

“Okay. Let me know. Assuming that a degausser is the best ‘oh, shit’ option, how would that work with our need for a tightly controlled storage unit?”

“That, I’ve thought about. The easiest way would be to render any warranty void on whatever the storage unit is. We can crack the box so that the drive is readily accessible. If you want, you could even go so far as to disconnect the drive from the storage and store it in the degausser, but then you might have the odd or more-frequently-than-odd problems with reading the drive if you re-connect it every time that you use it.”

“Okay, I can see that. But you’re saying that if we weren’t worried about esthetics, we could leave the drive accessible? That we could just unhook it, which is simple, right?”

“Yes, but if you were in ‘oh, shit’ mode, you wouldn’t be worried about destroying the connection.”

“True.”

“Okay. That sounds simple enough. I assume that a degausser is not particularly cheap, but that’s not a problem. The next task is how to view our illicit stash of imagery. I assume that we can have some storage method that can interface with the TV. Yes?”

“Yes. Liya and I discussed that. I assume that you want any such unit isolated, yes?”

“Yes. It should not be accessible via the house’s network that you two put together for us. Speaking of which, do I remember correctly that when you set it up that you said that we could up the security level on it if we wanted?”

“Yes, and we had already discussed that, too, figuring that you’d ask that question. If the storage unit is independent of the network, you don’t need to upgrade security for that. However, we thought that you’d be interested in trying to make it harder to access from outside on the off chance that something on the network, an email, a text message, or whatever were to be – and I hate to use the word – incriminating. None of us have the slightest qualms with anything here. We love your sexual interest in us. We love your wives’ interest in your sexual interest in us. We even like the idea of being able to look at photos and videos of us having sex with you and each other. We do not consider you a criminal, but as a wonderful father and a ... very exciting lover.”

With that last, Gracey blushed, though she looked him right in the eyes when she said it.

“Yes, you thought correctly about network security and I’d like you two to go ahead and do whatever you feel necessary to effect that. Regarding ‘incriminating,’ I very much dislike breaking the law. The relevant laws and ordinances were written for worst-case scenarios. I understand that I am still culpable, but I would rather girls like you be protected from some of the abusers out there that would not have your best interests in mind without the ugly ramifications if convicted. Unfortunately, the laws that would label me a felon do not protect girls from the worst-case culprits, they provide only a framework for punishment. It is my belief that the worst-case scenarios are part, possibly a large part, of those missing-children posters. I believe that a goodly percentage of those are sold or taken into slavery or just murdered after any ‘fun’ is had at their expense. In my opinion, there is no such thing as cruelty when dealing with those sorts of people. I am obviously no saint, but I would deal very harshly with such people.”

Heather, who was sitting in Mom’s kitchen-table seat, stood abruptly, crawled into Dad’s lap, plastered her chest to his, and tucked her head under his chin. After a few seconds, she picked her head back up and looked at Dad.

“I would hate it if we were the proximate cause of you having legal problems. None of us would or will mention this outside the family.” She looked around at us, briefly. “We need to maintain security outside of the houses, though I was so hoping that you would be willing to make love with me outdoors sometime. I will give up that fantasy, as the consequences of being caught are just too dire to fulfill it. The Devlin back yard will just have to do, and I will be as quiet as I can if that comes about.”

Dad looked sadly at Heather, then wrapped her up. “Oh, Heather. I don’t know what to say to that. That’s so precious and so sad all at the same time.”

They consoled each other for a minute or so, then Dad rotated Heather in his lap so that she was facing the rest of us but left her in his lap. His naked lap. His naked lap with a no-doubt fully erect cock. He encouraged her to lean back against him and he began stroking her right arm with his right hand; his left arm was wrapped around her body, just below her breasts.

“I assume, Gracey, that a degausser is something that needs ordering, not picking up in some local store.”

“Yeah. I bookmarked a couple websites on our ... on the spare-bedroom computer”

“Thank you. However, we ... Sandy and Carol and I ... want you two to consider that your room. Neither Sandy nor I have any living close relatives and Carol has only her mother, and if she were to visit, which is unlikely, she would stay in the Devlin house. That room is your room, and we would like to see you occupy it more fully. Please feel free to keep clothing and whatever here. We’ll buy you whatever furniture may be required ... an armoire or dresser or whatever. Sandy will be moving various of our stuff out of it and into the ‘library’ [air quotes].”

That got Dad mauled by two more teenaged girls; Heather enjoyed being trapped in the middle of it. Once that lovefest came to an end, Gracey and Liya returned to their seats; Heather, unsurprisingly, did not. The conversation moved away from discussions of security (personal and data) and moved onto many other topics. Among them were the Thursday meeting with Central High personnel about Heather’s schooling, next weekend’s state tournament, and the high school soccer team.

At one point, we four girls not sitting in Dad’s lap slowly stopped talking and just watched Dad’s right hand as it fondled Heather’s breasts. Dad was talking about the lodging plans for the state tournament when he realized that we were paying no attention to him.

“What? What is it?”

The others looked at me, so I bearded the lion.

“Were you aware that you have been fondling those pretty little titties for over ten minutes?”

His hand came to a stop, then abruptly moved to the table.

“I’m sorry, Heather. I didn’t realize. Please believe me.”

Heather rolled her head back onto his left shoulder to look at him and said, “Dad, I’ve told you that you can have whatever from me that you want. Granted, you didn’t ask, but I am perfectly happy to consider that I granted you permission when I intruded on your lap. So, let me state this clearly. Dad ... Charlie, you may touch me any time you want. You do not have to ask. If I object, I will be very polite about telling you so, but I do not anticipate ever telling you no. So, please, if you would be so kind, return your right hand to making me feel incredibly warm, safe, happy, and loved.”

Dad was looking in her eyes during that discourse. He continued to look into them, then said, “You really mean that. Don’t you?”

“Yes. Your hand felt so good. There was a sexual aspect to it, but, mostly, it was just pleasant, and I felt ... at home. Loved.”

“Oh, Heather,” he said as he hugged her tightly. “You are home. You are loved.” He then looked at the rest of us. “What do you think?”

Liya responded, “I think that, as she often does in such situations, Heather is jumping my proposal to the family. She does it entirely unintentionally. It’s just that, when it comes to you and to this family, the five of us think very much alike.”

“What, specifically, does that mean in this instance?”

“I would rather we wait until the whole family is here to hear my proposal. In the interim, I agree with Heather. Please go back to making her feel ‘warm, safe, happy, and loved.’”

Dad looked sheepish and said, “Will it feel the same if there’s intent? The ‘safe’ and ‘home’ aspects might be tied not to fondling her in a sexual manner but to the unintentional intent, an avowed oxymoron, to show my love for my daughter.”

I jumped back in. “Yes, Dad. Actually, we were aware of that. We thought that it would be amusing to make you aware of it. Of course, now you’ll be too aware of it, and we’ve ruined Heather’s day.”

I followed that with a grin at Heather.

She grinned back at me, then said, “If I could reach the floor from here, I’d stamp my foot and then pout, maybe even run off to my room because my sisters were being mean to me. However, Dad, if you don’t get back to the wonderful job you were doing for my mental wellbeing, there’s something of yours within easy reach of ... Oh, god no. We want that thing to be always in fine working order. I don’t want to threaten that thing. Never mind.”

There was much chuckling and grinning.

“Go ahead, Dad, go back to pawing our sister. Oops. I mean go back to comforting our sister. Just be aware that the rest of us might demand equal time.”

I then grinned at him.

“Yeah, you aren’t pawing me ... I mean, you aren’t comforting me because I don’t have ‘pretty little titties,” said Rhee, which she followed with an exaggerated pout. “You love her more than you love me.”

Dad just shook his head. There was more chuckling and grinning.

Dad, however, got us back. He put a hand on each of Heather’s breasts and exaggeratedly fondled them, bent his head to the side of her face and, almost slobbering, kissed her repeatedly, breathily saying, “Oh, Heather. Your breasts are magnificent. Your beauty enchanting.”

Heather cracked up; we laughed along with her.

“Dad. Oh, Dad. You ... This whole family. You are all wonderful.”

“Since the mood is broken,” said Dad, “what do we want to do for lunch?”

After a simple, but scrumptious lunch which, despite the hot day, was grilled cheese and canned tomato soup, Dad decided to run errands and we decided that we would help him. Liya and Heather buckled into the front passenger seat and I reprised an old complaint.

“You know, sometimes I wish I were petite like Heather and Liya. They always get the front seat.”

As the two of them turned and stuck their tongues out at me stuck in the middle of the back bench seat, Dad said, “If I have to come back there, young lady, you’ll be in a world of hurt.”

I grinned at him in the rearview; he smiled back.

I then got one of the front-seat occupants back. “Dad, Liya wanted to tell you something.”

“Oh, you ... witch. I thought Heather was gonna be the ... explainer of reality. But, okay, I’ll do it, but in my own way. Dad, when we were getting dressed, and, boy, is that annoying, we decided something. Look, Dad.”

Rhee and I, with our angle of view into their seat, could see Liya reach into Heather’s lap and pull up on the left leg of her shorts. Her gym shorts. Of course, Heather did not even flinch, probably divining Liya’s nefarious plan.

Liya gave her play the perfect pause, then said, “We decided to go commando. Doesn’t Heather’s bare pussy look delectable? Would you like to eat it?”

When Dad managed to jerk his attention away from Heather’s crotch, he said, “You five are evil.”

He, then, got back at ... well, at someone, though I am not sure who. I suspect that his response was altered by the fact that Liya’s arm may not have reached without creating other problems. He grabbed Heather’s left hand and put it on his crotch.”

“What am supposed to do with this, now? I will have to wait in the car in the parking lot until it subsides so that I can be seen in public with a quintet of sexy, underage girls without being arrested.”

We all laughed, though I noticed that Heather’s hand had not left Dad’s crotch. I could see small ripples in her forearm, so her hand was also not stationary. I quickly looked in the mirror, but Dad’s eyes were on the road. I, then, looked at what I could see of Liya’s face. It was focused on Dad’s crotch. It was undoubtedly focused on Heather’s hand in Dad’s crotch. It was almost certainly focused on Heather’s hand while it was fondling Dad’s crotch.

“Jealous, much,” I queried myself. However, I also thought, “Dad is becoming quite comfortable with touching us and, even more wonderfully, us touching him. Fuck, yeah!”

Heather then made all of that brutally clear.

“Dad, I wish you were commando so I could feel you better. But this is pretty nice, anyway. I love your cock. I wish I could give you a blow job while you’re driving.”

A very quiet “Fu-ucckkk” emanated from the driver’s seat.

A jarring sound interrupted the reverie of Heather sucking on Dad’s cock in the car.

“Please hand me my phone, Beth, that’s my mother.”

We had decided to solve the lack of suitable pockets on our gym shorts by putting all of our phones in a knit shoulder bag. I pulled hers out and handed it to her. She answered immediately. Though Liya might have been able to hear the other side of the conversation, I could not, so I was surprised when Heather held the phone in front of her.

“D ... Mr. Williams, would you please pull over. My mother wants to talk to you.”

Dad did so shortly, put the truck in neutral, and took the phone from Heather.

“Hi, Mrs. Wilkerson.”

Again, I could hear only one side of the conversation, so I repeat it here, though Dad did tell us the subject.

“No, I’ve got the whole gang here; we’re running errands.”

“Okay.”

“Okay”

“Yes, I understand.”

“No, that wouldn’t be a problem at all.”

“That’s fine. We’re happy to help in whatever fashion you need.”

“Okay. Good afternoon.”

He, then, returned the phone to Heather, put the truck back in gear, and drove on ... without saying a word. I waited, perhaps, a minute.

“Dad, if you don’t spill, there will be hell to pay when we get home.”

It was right then that I finally noticed that Heather’s left hand had not returned to her side of the Trooper! I marveled at that and all it implied.

Dad looked at me in the rearview, then grinned. That threw me for a little bit of a loop. Is he happy that Heather’s hand is still in his crotch? I really did not think so, but if it is not, then it must be the phone call.

“And you still haven’t spilled, so why don’t you just get on with the tipping over.”

“Heather, if I buy you enough clothes to deal with this week’s school and practice clothing needs, would you stay with us for the rest of the week?”

My eyebrows bolted to the top of my head. Does that mean...?

Heather squealed like she was coming hard after being gang-banged by the Go5. She tried to launch herself at him, forgetting that she was seat-belted in.

“Whatever you did,” she said, “I owe you a huge hug, and you won’t have to remind me. If you find yourself on the macadam in the parking lot with somebody kissing you all over ... and it might, indeed be ‘all over,’ just remember that as my thanks.”

“It was really no big deal, Heather. Your ... mother said she had to work a lot of extra hours this week and that she’s dropping your sister at her mother’s. All I did was tell her that I suppose that we could put up with you for the time. She even threw in the weekend at no extra charge.”

Heather’s left hand was now on her face along with her right hand. She was emotional and seemed to be trying hard to grab hold of those emotions and not lose it in the car. After 30 seconds, or so, her hands fell to her lap.

In a very level voice, she said, “Thanks, Dad, for agreeing to take me in. I wonder, though, if I will be thinking that this is such a great idea come next Monday. It’s always so hard to go back to that house after spending the weekend at home with my sisters and Moms and Dad. How hard will it be after ten days?”

“We could always tell your ... mother that we lost you.”

Heather chuckled. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll be fine. You know, I spent so much of my life suppressing emotions. The very first day that I was ever in your house, Beth and Rhee had to deal with me crying ... I don’t remember how many times. My life was much more level. I had no horrible fears, despite being certain that my brother and/or his friends would rape me at some point. I also had no real highs. Now, I go from one to the other and back nearly every weekend.”

She suddenly shook her head violently. “Now, look what I’ve done. I’ve depressed everyone. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t have to tell Liya, she just did it. While Dad was pulling off the busy street into yet another strip-mall parking lot, Liya wrapped Heather up and squeezed her.

“Heather, forget it. We’re your sisters, your friends, your lovers. We’ll support you. Remember, without lows, highs aren’t anything to get excited about. Those lows make you appreciate the good times all the more. Besides, think about this.”

With that, she took Heather’s left hand and, by leaning far in front of Heather, she placed that hand in Dad’s crotch, then moved that hand around. I leaned forward so I could see, then unbuckled my seat belt and leaned between the front seats. I took Heather’s hand and the support task from Liya.

“Heather, sister-friend-lover, this is our man’s cock. Our man really loves it when you touch him like this.” Now, that Dad was hard, I took her hand and had it hold him. “This cock is one of the many highs that you will have this week that will more than make up for the lows of going back to that house.”

Heather glanced at me, then looked at Dad. She looked down at the catch on the seat belt, unlatched it, leaned over into Dad’s lap. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I assumed that she was kissing Dad’s bulge.

When she sat back up, she looked into Dad’s eyes and said, “I would really, really like to suck your cock right now. Thanks, Dad for being so wonderful.”

She turned to put her back to the windshield so that she could look at all of us.

“Thanks, sisters, for reminding me of what I gain by being with you and how much more important that is than the duller times when I’m not with you. So-oo, who’s up for reminding our Daddy in every store we go in this afternoon, that there’s almost nothing between his hands and our pussies?”

The rest of the afternoon was loads of fun. Heather was her usual – with us, at least – happy, effervescent self. She and we found some obtuse, hopefully-indecipherable-to-others way of reminding Dad in all four stores we visited that we were all sans undies. He wound up sporting something of a bulge for much of the time. Perhaps anyone that saw him will just think that he is hung like a horse. [Yes, I know such terminology. There’s this thing called the Internet.]

As we approached the house, Heather began the process of stripping, pulling the hem of her shirt up. Liya stopped her, then looked at me and shook her head.

“Okay,” I thought, “she wants us clothed for some reason and I’ll bet that the reason has to do with her proposal. I wonder...”

The cars of both the Moms were home when we pulled into the garage at 4:30, an odd happenstance for a Monday, but planned given the need to take Liya and Gracey to Gracey’s house after dinner. The five of us carted all the groceries and assorted other stuff that we had bought, and the Gang helped me put the foodstuffs in their assigned places. Rhee required no direction in this task, but I showed the others where a few, rarer items lived. Both Moms were naked; they put away the other various and sundry items. They seemed a bit surprised that we did not immediately strip down.

When all was accomplished, Dad said to the Moms, “Your five daughters thought that it would be amusing to tell me on the way to our various shopping tasks that they were all commando, with Liya baring Heather’s ... pussy to prove the point. They also made sure to remind me of that fact each time we entered a different business establishment. Is the doghouse large enough for all of them?”

Sandy cracked up. Carol only barked a sharp laugh, then grinned at us.

“Oh, poor Charlie,” Carol said in an overly simpering manner. “Did those young, teenaged girls get the better of you? I’ll bet you’ve been sporting a boner ever since. Here, let me strip you and give you some relief.”

Before she could act on her words, Liya said, “Please, wait!”

Carol turned her head to look at Liya, a move performed by Dad and Sandy, too.

With all six parental eyes on her, Liya looked like quailing, but threw back her shoulders and said, “May I make my family proposal, now? It is relevant to ... this,” which she matched with a wave of her hand indicating Dad and the Moms.

The Moms looked at each other; Carol nodded slightly.

Mom said, “Okay, Liya, you have the floor.”

Liya straightened her spine and said, “An aspect of recent events in this house that I really like and wish to continue is the sense of ... sexiness, of something interesting about to happen. More specifically, I find that I really like the anticipation of sexiness, the possibility that sexiness will happen in the next minute or around the corner in the next room. I also, as I’m sure do my sisters, enjoy each and every interaction with Dad ... with Charlie. I love anticipating the known and, particularly, being pleasantly surprised by the unexpected.

“In that vein, my proposal is two-parted, though one of those two parts is also two-parted. First, I propose that Charlie may touch any naked skin on any of his wives and girlfriends any time that he desires and in any fashion that he desires. If any of his wives and girlfriends, for whatever reason or reasons, wish to have body parts exempted from the above, all she need do is wear sufficient clothing to cover it or them.

“For the first part of the second part, I propose that the wives and girlfriends take it in turn, perhaps alphabetically, to remove Charlie’s clothes for him whenever he enters the house clothed and expects to be home for some time. For the second part of the second part, I propose that Charlie, if he is home, will be the one to remove the clothes for any and all of his wives and girlfriends when they enter the house clothed.”

She looked intently at nothing, nodded, and glanced around at each of us.

As soon as I realized that she was finished, I looked at Mom ... at Sandy. My estimation of who would respond first was correct.

With a smile, Sandy said, “I was going to propose something very like the second part of your second part. I very much like the idea of Charlie being the official stripper of girls and women in the house. I also like the idea of we females getting the same task, though we seven will have to share that task. I know that you know this and have considered it, so you must be at least resigned to the fact that various of you, particularly you, Liya, and Gracey ... Heather, less so, will miss many turns. Also, what were your thoughts on those days on which Charlie will enter the house clothed on multiple occasions?”

“A turn is one ... de-frocking or de-clothing occurrence, whether it be the only or the fifth instance of Charlie’s de-frocking of the day. There seems no sense in encouraging jealousy because one of us got a day where Dad had to depart and return many times.”

“Given names or nicknames?”

“I had thought given names, but it won’t really make any difference except on the first occasion, this afternoon. Oddly, Sandy, I am unsure of your given name and I can see multiple options beginning with very different letters. Outside of one of the possibilities for your given name, mine would be the first, followed by Beth, Carol, Graciela, Heather, Rhiannon, and, assuming that you are not Alexandra, you. Assuming that your given name is not Alexandra, then I have the only nickname that starts with a letter different from that of her given name. Obviously, while I would like to use given names as it means that I would not have to miss my first turn, I am okay with using nicknames and waiting for my second or third turn for the opportunity, if we accept my proposal, of being able to take Charlie’s clothes off him.”