Chapter 69

October 1, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

Yesterday was quiet with Dad, Gracey, and Liya absent and probably enjoying themselves. Rhee, Heather, and I did homework and the five of us at home went out to lunch. We also made a bunch of dinners for the coming week. Dad and our sisters returned in early afternoon. Dad had to hold up his hands and ask for quiet when everyone began asking questions about the weekend all at once.

“Please, please. Do you want to ask questions or watch the videos?”

That bought silence for, perhaps, a nanosecond, when the clamoring changed its note. With the eight of us sitting naked in the living room facing the TV, Gracey and Liya showed 11 videos they had made over the weekend. They didn’t invent any new positions or do anything that most of us had not done, but it was still fun watching them in new places. One of Gracey’s videos was the one garnering the most reactions, as it was of Dad carrying Liya around in her house ... mostly with his cock buried in her. They visited every room, although Dad did not carry her up the stairs like that. Both of them were obviously enjoying themselves, as both occasionally cracked up during the 15-minute video.

“What do you think, Liya,” Heather asked. “Are you going to give that video to your mom as a birthday present?”

Liya grinned at Heather while Carol indicated her opposition to that suggestion and Sandy just sat there with her Mona Lisa smile and sparkling eyes. Mom caught me staring at her trying to divine her response and quickly shook her head at me.

Liya finally responded, saying, “While that might be fun, I won’t. Those don’t leave the house now that they’re here.”

Near the end of the show, Carol said, “I can’t wait anymore,” then climbed into Dad’s lap.

He had been sporting a stiffy on which Carol unceremoniously impaled herself and began slowly gyrating, though her body still faced the TV. Sandy immediately knelt between Dad’s legs and put her face between their legs.

“I was wondering if you’d remember your command, Sex Slave,” Carol said.

Sex Slave looked up and replied, “I will never forget one of the best commands I’ve ever been given, Mistress Carol,” then went right back to work.

Presumably, Carol’s two days without Dad’s cock and having her sister wife/Sex Slave licking her while she slowly moved on that cock, she came quickly. She stayed in place, though, while Liya and Gracey showed the final two videos, Dad’s arms around her. Because of her command, Sex Slave stayed there, too, for the most part, but took a couple short breaks to rest her knees.

“Thanks, girls,” Carol said after the final video. “That looked like a lot of fun. While Sandy and I had fun both nights imagining some things very much like those in a couple of your videos, it’s just not the same without Charlie with us.” She then moaned and said, “Oh, Sex Slave, that feels so good with your mouth on me and Sandy’s husband’s cock in my pussy.”

“Thank you, Mistress Carol. I like it a lot, too.”

The atmosphere cooled down a bit later. Gracey and Liya did homework in their room while Dad and Heather did calculus recitation in our room and Rhee and I and our mothers talked in the kitchen.

“Mom,” Rhee asked, “will we playing ToC again?”

“I was thinking about that this weekend. We will. We’ve been putting it off for numerous obvious reasons. We might play this month, assuming that we’ll all be here on a day that will work. This weekend is out as we’ll have the Paleceks here for some of it and, presumably, you’ll need Sunday for homework. We’ll see how it goes, but even Charlie has asked that question.”

I blurted, “He has?”

“Yes,” Sandy replied. “He said that, given all the sex he has with all of us that he did not need it, but that he found it a lot of fun.”

Rhee responded, “Yeah, while it’s no longer Beth’s and my only chance at sex with Dad, we still like it. All of us do. If this month won’t work, we’ll obviously have a lot of chances after October.”

Later, at the dinner table, Sandy called for attention.

“Over the next few days, please be thinking about where you’d like us all to go over Thanksgiving break. We can drive or we can fly.” When some began suggesting things, she said, “No, no. Think about it carefully. It’s only a long weekend. Charlie and we Moms have a couple ideas, but we’d like you five to think about what sort of place, weather-wise, interests you girls. Something international is tricky, as Heather’s passport has not arrived, although it’s likely to do so well before Thanksgiving. Also be aware that it is a high-travel time period and many of the obvious places will either be booked or crowded or both. We would like you girls to come up with something of a consensus among you, rather than having five or six options to weigh.”

The Moms took Dad off to their room for fun and games immediately after dinner, leaving us girls with cleanup, which we effected quickly. We retired upstairs, sitting in a circle on what used to be my bed.

Liya said, “Thanks, everyone, for this weekend. That was so much fun, but I ... we both thought that it wasn’t quite as much fun as it might have been had all of you been there.”

Heather, who was sitting next to Liya, wrapped her in a hug.

“Thanks, Liya, but we all thought it was a good idea on which you two should not pass. You won’t have another such chance until ... who knows when, if ever. Thanks for the videos. That was fun watching Dad carry you around your house. It points out one of the few benefits of being small like you and me.”

“Hey,” Liya responded, “perhaps one of us could make a ToC command like that ... although I’d hate to leave our ... larger sisters out.”

There was much chuckling.

“Beth and I talked with the Moms this afternoon about ToC. They say that we will play again, although when is up in the air. Were you two thinking that we’d keep to our every-other-weekend sleepovers during October, or were you planning on spending time with your moms? I might suggest the latter.”

“Thanks, Rhee,” replied Gracey. “We talked about that this weekend and before this week. We’ve decided that we’ll be spending the weekends with our respective moms, assuming that they want to spend them with us.”

“I’m sure they will,” Heather said. “We’ll miss you, but Beth and I agree with Rhee about this. We’ll have you to ourselves for six months or so.”

We talked about many things, including the recent goings-on in Gracey’s and Liya’s houses, the soccer team, and Civia and her grandmother. Oddly, shortly after we started on the last topic, my phone rang. I reached behind me into the nook at the head of the bed and grabbed it. I looked at it, smiled, and put it on speaker.

“We were just talking about you. How’s your grandmother?”

“Hey. You’re all there?”

“Now that you’ve called, the whole Go6 is here.”

There was silence on Civia’s end, then a deep, tremulous breath.

“I miss you guys, and I’ve been gone only for the weekend. We just got home. Oh, and my Baba will be all right, although she’ll be in the hospital for a couple more days.”

“We missed you, too,” Heather said. “We’re sitting around on Beth’s bed.”

The rest of the girls said “hi” and the conversation wandered around a bit, until Civia lowered her voice’s volume and asked, “If you’re upstairs then you’re in your usual state when there?”

“Absolutely,” answered Rhee. “We wouldn’t be any other way here.”

“I’m sitting on my bed in the same fashion. It seemed right to get to that state before I called you.”

I looked around, then replied, “We’re all smiling here at that.”

“I don’t fully understand this, but I really like it. I couldn’t do it all weekend, as we all stayed in the same hotel room. It was ... I was surprised at how much I missed it.”

Gracey asked, “Will you be here Friday night?”

“Absolutely! I’m so looking forward to it. It was really nice seeing Baba, although not how she was and where she was. I haven’t seen her in over a year. But I missed not having a sleepover Friday night. I’ll be there, and then my parents are coming over around noon on Saturday. Or ... that’s what they’re planning, but they wanted me to ask to make sure that that wasn’t too early.”

“I’m sure it will be fine, but we’ll ask and let you know tomorrow.”

“Okay. I’m beat, so I’m going to bed. I’ll see you at the game tomorrow.”

October 2, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

The game was not as difficult as I had been thinking it would be, but we certainly did not run away with it. Our game plan of ball control worked well at keeping the ball off the feet of their left wing. We got to the half with a scoreless tie, although we had had a few good looks. Rhee had, uncharacteristically, butched a rocket high over the goal, a butch for which she berated herself for far too long. I had to give her the hairy eyeball, at which she breathed deeply, then nodded quickly. Their goalie made a great save on Jess’s wicked knuckler and Jules hit the left upright.

“Gather ‘round,” Coach said in a quiet locker room.

“It may not seem like it, but the game is going well. Except for a great save and some unfortunate shot placement, we’d be up 3-0.” When Rhee began to interrupt, she said, “No, Rhee. It happens. Get over it and lean over next time, not back. Everyone else, keep doing what you did in the first half, as it was quite successful. The only times Hope touched the ball all half was when one of you passed to her. Granted, that left wing’s sizzler missed wide ... well wide. Hope, I’m sorry, but I’ve got to get the other goalies game time, and today seems like a day to do that.”

“No prob, Coach. I’ve had a pretty good run. My tan is coming along nicely.”

There was much laughing.

When Coach looked at Hope sideways, Hope said, “I’ve heard some of the stories from the premier team. I’ve been waiting to use that line on you.”

“Hah! Your tan is nowhere near as good as Mila’s. Mila, you’re in next half. Since you don’t need more tan, I expect to see you being an active goalie, not lying in the goal box with a reflector.”

There was much laughing.

Coach made some minor tweaks to our offense plan and we returned to the pitch. Only a couple minutes in, their left wing broke free in the goal box somehow, but Mila was on her immediately, her left foot diverting that girl’s shot wide very shortly after it had left her foot. Rachel corralled the rebound and booted it low down the middle of the field. Heather had bolted upfield as soon as Rachel controlled the ball. The Brits and I followed after her. Rhee was trailing us, as she’d been sucked into the defense somewhat. Heather controlled the ball a few yards on our side of the pitch and continued upfield behind their midfield, which was frantically trying to get back in front of her. Their back line, which, as predicted, had been lying deep, closed ranks a bit as they backpedaled or turned and ran to stay in front of Heather, as their left center back came forward a bit to challenge Heather, who was quite a few yards ahead of the rest of us.

Heather ran right at her, although slowing a little. As she got close, she feinted left, then tapped the ball past the center back’s left. The feint had that girl leaning to her right such that she lost her balance when Heather tapped it past her to her left. She bumped Heather badly as Heather was trying to go around the girl’s right side to meet the ball behind her. While Heather stumbled badly, that center back fell to the turf, so the ref called advantage when she saw that Heather was not going down. All of that action delayed Heather enough that I was within three yards or so of her when she controlled the ball again and resumed her trip toward the goal. I had also noticed in her stumble that she had looked back and seen me ... at least me.

The other center back was waiting for Heather near the penalty stripe. Shortly before Heather reached that girl, she suddenly backheeled the ball slightly to my right. When Rhee yelled “Left” behind me, I one-touched the ball on the ground to my left. I had caught a glimpse of Rhee charging behind me when Heather was tripped, so I sent the ball to the point about four to five yards to my left, the point that I estimated she would be when she got that far upfield. Rhee walloped a grass-burning rocket inside the left upright.

Not quite halfway into the second half, their left wing made a beautifully timed run and received a great cross from their right half, which she half-volleyed between the left post and Mila to net the equalizer. Mila was not happy with herself, but I could not see what she could have done differently. The play was really good, and the shot was superb.

Somewhere around the 70^th minute, our O started on a great press on the strength of our passing. We had lost the ball once, but Rhee pounced on the girl that got control of it and took it away from her. She immediately passed it upfield to me, after which Heather was the pivot for a give-and-go that left me with the ball and at least a third of the net wide open to me. I drilled it with my left foot. The goalie dove, but she wouldn’t have gotten to it. However, their right center back slid in and blocked it along the goal-box line. The ball went rolling across the goal box with Heather in hot pursuit. Their left center back got there right before Heather, so she just booted it. Katie, who had containment for the O, corralled it and punched it out to Jules, as the penalty box was stuffed with their D (all four fullbacks, the center and left midfielders, and goalie) and most of our O (Jess, Heather, Rhee, and me). Jules was unmarked out on the right wing, and she began dribbling toward the box. Those of us in the penalty box put ourselves back into some sort of useful positions. Since she was closest, Rhee dropped back and right to give Jules an outlet, so I filled her position.

Their left fullback and left center back cut Jules off, so she whirled and sent the ball rolling back to Rhee outside the corner of the penalty box. Rhee started crossing the field, then saw Jess make a run back toward the goal box, so lofted the ball across to her. Jess initiated a pinball-like action by heading it smartly on goal. Their goalie jumped up and to her right and managed to deflect it enough to carom off the crossbar. Only a second after hitting the crossbar, the ball bounced off the head of their right center back and back into the chest of the goalie. She was completely surprised, so the ball simply bounced off her and dropped to the turf right in front of me. Again, I had an open net. However, this time, my foot never connected with the ball, as their left center back booted it out of play across the left sideline just a millisecond before my foot would have directed the ball into the goal. That was so frustrating!

Katie made the subsequent throw-in, sending it to Rachel, who dribbled right for a short way, then passed upfield and right to Gracey, who sent it farther right and a bit back to Shameka. That initiated another three minutes of ball-control passing, a period that saw every one of us, other than Mila, touch the ball at least once. They could not get the ball from us, but we could not seem to get a good chance at a shot. I mentally congratulated both Jess and Heather for passing once each when each might have shot, but what would have been low-percentage shots.

Then it got manic again. I do not recall exactly how it went, but we had at least partial control of the ball in their penalty box for nearly a minute. Not only did their midfield collapse into or near the box, but their right wing was there, too. Near the end of that minute, there was something of a scrum in the right side of the goal box, with the ball banging around amongst at least six players. I was hanging around the penalty stripe with their center half a few feet in front of me. Both of their center backs were in the scrum, and their right fullback was sitting on Jess to the left and outside of the goal box. The ball squirted out to me and I did what I had planned to do if it did. I passed it on the ground back down the field and to the left. Rhee’s left foot met the ball on the edge of the penalty box and sent that ball screaming into the left half of the net.

All of us in or near the box piled onto her.

Prior to the kick-off, Coach put Jordan in for Heather and had Rhee and me switch positions.

Rhee and I looked at each other, and Rhee said, “Apparently, we’re going full D.” She turned to Jordan and asked, “You’ve got the best D skills of the O backups, right?”

Jordan began nodding, but then must have thought better of it, as it might be seen as bragging, so said, “Coach said that’s why she was putting me in. I didn’t know that she thought that way. It does seem weird to send in a striker because she’s good on D.”

“Not really,” I responded. “We’ve done that a bit on the premier team and she wanted Rhee downfield farther because of her D skills.”

Jordan looked at me, obviously thinking, for a couple seconds, then nodded, and asked, “Coach thinks they’re going to put on a big offensive press?”