Chapter 91

November 16, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

Practice yesterday and today was primarily of situations, including corner kick set plays and specific setups for O and D that occur frequently in games. I spent nearly all of my free time yesterday catching up in this diary and have finally finished the Tuesday of the nearly five-day “weekend.” Just in time, as Celeste is due shortly.

Liya asked, “How skimpy are we going tonight?”

“One notch skimpier than last time,” answered Rhee. “I’m going with my t-shirt dress ... only.”

I saw Liya’s eyes bug out a bit, after which she glanced at me, then said, “That thing conforms to your boobs and your big nipples poke out a lot.”

“Yeah,” I said, “that is at least one notch skimpier, and it might be two. I mean, Rhee, where would you go from there?”

“Well-l-l, I still have the severe crop top and that white, backless top that shows ... Hell, it shows side boob nearly to my areoles. After that, unless I go topless, I’d have to go shopping, perhaps for a really narrow tube top. I suspect that the Moms will get Celeste into the hot tub soon. Maybe not tonight, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it were next week. Once that happens, topless seems likely, almost certainly instigated by Sandy. And that’s topless with only a bikini bottom, and probably a skimpy bikini bottom at that, if not a thong!”

“Yeah,” Gracey responded, “I can definitely see Sandy making that play.” She turned to me, saying, “I’ve thought about this a bit. I think your mom would be happy to see any and all of our even-somewhat attractive friends with Our Man.” She shook her head rapidly, then added, “I don’t really understand her ... and that. I like watching him with us, particularly with the Go5, but that’s because I’m in love with all of you. Sandy really likes watching him with ... all of us; maybe anybody.”

“That seems about right. She’s been very cagey on that subject with Dad, but I told him that I suspected that she had fantasies about more than just four to six others and that I thought it might be many more.”

We discussed the subject for a little longer but then got back to tonight’s apparel subject.

I said, “I don’t really have anything skimpier than my narrow tube top and either a short skirt or those shorts, and I’ve worn all when Celeste was here. I’d be happy to hear suggestions.”

“I’d suggest one of my velour crop tops, but they wouldn’t fit you,” replied Heather. “We may have to go shopping for you sometime soon.”

“Yeah,” Liya answered, “you need something that shows some boob, or some lower cheeks.”

“Oh! I know. She doesn’t have your exquisite ass, Liya, but hers is quite nice, so I think a pair of soft, very tight, very short shorts. Not jeans shorts, but something that would show all the contours.”

“Rhee, I couldn’t pull off something like that!”

“Oh, yes you could,” Liya responded emphatically. “Your ass is very nice and a pair of shorts that would conform to your shape and show off those legs of yours ... and a bit of cheek ... I’m sure that you’d get a rise out of Dad with something like that. Hell! You’d get a rise out of me!”

“Hear, hear,” exclaimed Rhee. “I’d love to see her in something like that!”

I could feel my face flushing as Heather and Gracey both agreed with them. But then I had a thought. I held up my finger in a wait-a-second sign and dove into our closet. Surprisingly, I quickly found the old pair of pale gray – with a touch of blue – sweatpants that I had remembered, pulled them out of the drawer and took them to Liya.

“I don’t know why I didn’t take these to Second Chance Wear when I cleaned out my ... our closet. Could you cut these off and make them look like I didn’t just rummage through my drawer and find an old pair of sweatpants?”

There was much chuckling, with Liya breaking out that smile.

“Sure, but lemme see ‘em on you, first.”

I wriggled into them, at which Rhee exclaimed, “Oh, yeah,” as she ran her hands across my ass. “This will do nicely!”

Heather responded, “As Rhee says, ‘Hear, hear’.”

I followed Liya into their room who then asked me before she chalked them, “How much cheek do you want to show?”

I blushed and hemmed, then said, “Not much, so I have some room to get skimpier next week.”

“Okay. I’ll have to hem them, so will mark them a bit long. It should work out. And, please, don’t hover. You’ll just make me nervous.”

The rest of us went back to the BRH room where Rhee and Heather donned their sexy apparel. Heather opted for the tight gray velour minidress and decided to wear her ToC thong. Gracey had grabbed her tight rose button-down top and her short, white skirt. She had left the two bottom and one uppermost buttons unbuttoned, but Rhee tsked at her, then unbuttoned the next button down from the top. The somewhat free-swinging tails and the very low rise of the skirt combined to show off her trim belly at times. Her breasts were obvious in the top, although it was opaque. Like Heather, she donned her ToC thong. That caused me to think about how tight those sweats were, so I opted for my thong, which was all I was wearing when Liya joined us.

“Ah. Good. I was going to suggest that,” Liya stated as she flipped up her short, gray skirt to reveal her thong. “I considered putting in a liner, but the thong is easier.”

She was wearing her tight, slightly translucent black dress shirt cropped an inch below her breasts that she had worn with those cheeky boyshorts on the night Dad had first seen all of our breasts. I accepted the soft short shorts from her, then wriggled into them.

“Oh, god, yes,” Rhee said quietly, but insistently, as she ran her hands up my nether cheeks.

As I felt fingertips on my ass below the shorts, I looked over my shoulder at our full-length mirror and saw a sliver – or a bit more than a sliver – of each cheek. I felt my face heat, but Rhee’s fingers felt so nice, that I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the touch.

“Are you going topless,” Gracey asked with an innocent voice, but with a smirk on her face.

“That would be fun, but she’s not,” Rhee responded as she rummaged in her armoire. “She’s got another narrow tube top to wear.”

She stood with a soft fuchsia ... band in her hand. She spread it open and raised it over my head. I lifted my arms and she proceeded to “clothe” my torso with a tube top even narrower than what I thought was the only narrow tube top that I owned. My breasts fit into it, but only just.

“You are ... fucking sexy as hell,” Liya whispered. “If I weren’t in all of the same sexual relationships you are, I could be jealous. God. I’d love to see you like that in Gracey’s and my bed. I think we’d have some fun.”

I felt my face flush with heat, then felt Rhee wrap herself around me tightly.

“I think you’re going to get lucky tonight, Beth,” said Gracey. “The only question is with how many of our family members you’ll get lucky.”

Although I had my head ducked under Rhee’s chin, I was just lifting it up to respond when the doorbell rang. We all perked up and headed downstairs in time to see Carol open the door.

“Come on in, Celeste!”

“Thanks, Carol,” Celeste responded as she hugged Carol. “It’s so good to be back here. I’m sorry I’m a little late.”

“No worries,” replied Carol as she stepped back. “We were a little late getting dinner started, but it’s almost ready, so you’re on time. However, I’m afraid none of us had time to try something new, so you’re getting one of our regular meals. Although it’s regular, Charlie always makes it interesting and it’s always yummy.”

“It smells Italian.”

“Indeed; lasagna, in fact.”

Heather was the first to reach Celeste and she began the round-robin of hugs while telling Celeste that Meka sent her regrets for not being here due to having to study for a big calculus test tomorrow.

When it got to Rhee’s turn, she said, “I cannot decide if, as noted by Heather a while back, you’re Beth’s sister or first cousin. You share a lot of features with both Beth and Sandy, so we consider you family. Welcome home, Celeste.”

Celeste responded by leaning back while still in Rhee’s arms and staring into her eyes. After a few seconds, she gritted her teeth, seemingly trying to hold something in.

Carol saw that and said, “Indeed. Welcome home, Celeste. While we parents might not have considered what Rhee said, we have remarked upon the similarity of your appearance to the Williams women. We did, however, decide that tonight was the night that we’d come clean with you about one aspect of our ... family. We like you too much not to tell you.”

Celeste whipped her head around to look at Carol, still in Rhee’s arms, as Sandy entered saying, “Yes, we have a ... not a secret, but something that we don’t shout to the rooftops, and we decided that we would tell you tonight, just in case that knowledge would negatively impact how you look at us.”

When Celeste began turning to look at Sandy, Rhee released her. Dad entered the living room at that time, standing next to Sandy and putting his right arm around her. Carol stepped over to them and semi-snuggled into Dad’s left side, whereupon he put his left arm around her. I had moved slightly so that I could see Celeste’s face, and a few expressions chased each other across it when Carol did that.

“Celeste,” Carol stated formally, “I am unofficially married to Charlie and Sandy. We have a three-way relationship. This relationship is important enough to me, that Rhee and I moved into this house a while back and I have even gone so far as to initiate the process of changing my name to match theirs.”

Celeste stared at them for quite a few moments, then shook her head almost violently.

“Wow. Umm, wow.”

She turned to look at Rhee, who nodded her head briefly, then turned back to Carol.

“Wow. I had wondered along those lines, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to wear out my welcome here. Thank you for trusting me with that. I feel ... honored.” At that, her eyebrows rose, and she twisted back to look at Rhee, stating, “You’re obviously fine with that. That’s why you nodded. Yes?” When Rhee nodded again, she turned to Carol, saying, “While I don’t particularly know what to say, I do know that this doesn’t change what I think about your ... family ... your extended family. I’m still happy to be here. I...” She shut her mouth, glanced around, then restarted with, “I am impressed that you’ve managed this and still have ... five ... happy daughters.” She turned and looked at each of the Go5, then said, “I’m particularly impressed with you girls. I’m pretty sure that your reaction is quite different from that most teenagers would have. You are good with this. Right?”

“We are,” Liya said. “We derive benefits from it, so you shouldn’t consider us any sort of martyrs.”

“What are those benefits?”

“Carol is happier than we’ve ever seen her, and Gracey and I get to live with all of our sisters and two of our subsidiary moms whenever we’re here. Since we both like and love both moms and all of our sisters, there’s no downside to this for us.”

Celeste slowly shook her head in something like amazement, smiled at us girls, then turned back to Dad and the Moms.

“I guess congratulations are in order, then, even if I’m quite tardy in presenting them.”

Sandy and Carol both stepped over to Celeste and hugged her between them.

Sandy leaned back and said, “We’re all happy and very relieved that you’re taking this well. We’ve all come to like you a lot, and we were concerned that this could have negative ramifications on our relationship with you, although we did not even consider not telling you.”

“Thank you for telling me and trusting me,” she said as she gently pulled out of their arms. She stepped over to Dad and said, “Thank you,” as she hugged him. After a few seconds, she leaned back and said with a smile, “You have a very interesting and fun family. How do you deal with living with seven women?”

He chuckled in response, saying, “Very carefully.”

She smiled at him and responded, “That’s probably wise.”

He grinned at her, then asked, “Since our hoyden daughters managed not to do their job, may I take your coat?”

She turned her torso to grin at us, then turned back to Dad saying, “With those clothes, ‘hoyden’ seems an apt descriptor.” She turned back to us and said, “You all look ... quite sexy. I hope that none of you object to my apparel.”