Chapter 102

December 7, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written December 9]

I was at the kitchen table with Gracey and Heather when I heard my phone ring in the living room. I whispered an expletive intensely and ran to get it, but the damage was already down as Rhee and Liya were both rousing. I grabbed the phone and saw that the call was from Celeste.

“Hi, Celeste.”

“I’m sorry for calling so early, but I’m going to have to cancel tonight. Olanma just called me and offered ten hours of time today to help her make some database fixes and proof a large data set. Since I’ve got morning classes, I can’t begin helping her until nearly noon, so...”

“Oh, we’ll miss you, but I certainly understand your priorities, and they’re in the right place. Fortunately, we’ve gotten to see you this week, so we won’t go through too much Celeste withdrawal.”

She laughed, then said, “Thanks for understanding. You know, the number of people I know that understand what I want and the way I’m going about getting to it, is small, and most of them are in your family. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate the support your family gives me. That’s one of the reasons that I really enjoy being there. School will be out and Olanma will be gone next Thursday, so there shouldn’t be any reason for me to cancel. I’ll look forward to Heather’s text about the parameters for next week’s competition. Even though the whole thing’s rather silly, I enjoy the camaraderie it encourages with you girls. Although it’s very enjoyable, I don’t need to win the prize. I just love the connection the competition makes between me and you girls. You’re all much younger than I am, but I feel really connected to you. I had such a good time on Tuesday and look forward to seeing you all next week.”

“Thanks, Celeste. See you next week.”

Liya commented, “Aww, that’s a shame. What came up?”

“Olanma offered her a bunch of hours today doing database stuff.”

“Oh. Good for her, annnnnd...” Liya smiled, then said, “more chance for one of us to win the prize!”

We were all in the kitchen having started into cold cereal when the Moms joined us.

Heather said to them, “We didn’t hear anything last night. I assume that means that Inez isn’t a screamer.”

There was much chuckling.

She continued by explaining about Celeste, finishing up as we heard the upstairs toilet flush, and then the shower start. Fifteen minutes later, they were coming down the stairs; we were all waiting in the living room, the Moms standing by the Monstrosity. As soon as Inez saw them, she took three quick steps and enfolded both of them in her arms.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was probably the best night of my life!”

The three mothers hugged for a while but broke the clinch when Dad’s phone rang in the bedroom. He was in there for a little while, then rejoined us.

“Carol, could you take the girls to school? Horace would like to meet with me before I head in. He said it probably wouldn’t be long, but I don’t want to have to leave to get the girls to school if we’re not finished.”

“Of course, My Love. I hope you had a good night, too.”

“I did,” he responded with a grin.

I finished my homework in my 2^nd Bell study hall. Heather was with me because her Calc class at the university was over. She would miss the afternoon today, excused by the school, to take the final exam.

The five seniors again beat us to our table. Well, tables, I guess. I wonder if they will be more regular, particularly if the sleepover goes well.

After all of us had arrived, I said, “We’re on for next Saturday after 10 am. We’ll be fixing lunch to have it by 11:30, and dinner that night is home-made pizzas.”

“Suh-weeeet,” exclaimed Katie. “Home-made pizzas there are so good and so fun!”

About ten minutes later, Heather finished her sandwich, then stood.

“I’m off to see the wizard. Wish me luck.”

“Hah,” Rhee snorted. “You don’t need luck. You’ve got it cold.”

Gracey mock-slapped Rhee on the shoulder, then said to Heather, “You go, Girl. Light it up! We’ll see you at the pitch.”

Once Heather was walking away, Meka quietly grunted and shook her head.

“I’m doing reasonably well in AP Calc, but I really have to work at it. I sometimes wish I had her brain.”

“We all do,” replied Liya. “However, she probably wishes to have your size, strength, and bod, as do most of us that are ... less endowed in more than one dimension!”

“I’m not much bigger than ... Oh. I get it.” Meka shrugged, then said, “Yeah, I’m tall, but you actually look more endowed than I do because yours look bigger on little ol’ you.”

Rhee added, “And take it from me, they’ve got to be more comfortable while playing soccer at that size than mine are ... or Hope’s are. Of course, she doesn’t generally do a lot of running during games,” after which she grinned at Hope.

After some grinning and chuckling, we discussed more of the details of the sleepover, then parted ways for afternoon classes.

Somehow, I got out of school today with no assigned homework, so I rode with Meka when she took the BBC home after our workout at the pitch. Brett lives the closest, so Meka always drops him first.

As we approached his house about five minutes after we left the pitch, he said, “If you’d all be willing, I’d like to invite you in, even if only for a couple minutes.”

Meka looked at him in the rearview, then said, “I’m good. Brit, Cera?”

Cera responded, “Oooh. We get to go in our favorite boy’s house!”

There was much chuckling.

Brett led us inside but pulled up short as a woman walked into the room.

“Aunt Ginny! Umm, I didn’t know you were going to be here. Is Lana here?”

“No, she’s at home. I came to talk to my sister. She’s out getting a few groceries. Please introd...”

Brett put up his hand to stop her, then said, indicating each of us with a hand, “Aunt Ginny, please meet my friends Shameka Johnson, Beth Williams, Cera Martin, and Brit Whitcomb. Gang, please meet my favorite aunt Ginny Webster, who is my favorite cousin’s mom.”

“It’s nice to meet you girls, although I have to say that I’m a bit surprised that all four of you are girls. And, for what it’s worth, I’m Brett’s only aunt and Lana’s his only cousin. Well, only first cousin.”

After only a couple minutes of small talk, Brett’s mom came in the room.

“Oh, oh! Wow! I thought I recognized that Suburban. I’m disappointed I wasn’t here when you arrived. I wouldn’t have gone shopping for anything had I known you girls were coming in today. I’m his mom, if you couldn’t tell, and you’ve obviously met my little sister, Ginny. I think I can do this.” She walked up to Meka with her hand out, saying, “You’re obviously Shameka. Brett said you were tall and pretty, but I would have pegged you for Shameka out of this bunch, anyway, as I know Beth, and the two others don’t look old enough to drive.”

She didn’t slow down a bit, as she turned to Cera with her hand out and said, “You’re Cera, right? You’re a cousin or some such of Shameka’s? Yes?” She stepped over to Brit, hand out, “And you have to be Brit.” She looked quickly around, then added, “It’s so nice to meet you, given that Brett’s hardly said ten words about girls in 14 years and, now, you girls are most of what he talks about.”

“Mo-omm!”

She glanced at Brett, then gave a loud aside, saying, “Brett doesn’t really talk ... overly much about you girls. He’s not his mom. Part of why he’s fairly quiet is that I probably talk enough for the whole family. The whole extended family, if Ginny is to be believed. But don’t mind me. I really am glad to meet you,” the last said as she shook my hand. She glanced again at Brett, then added, “Of course, I’d like to meet the rest of the gang of girls that has befriended Brett.”

“Mom, we’re not getting married next week and we’re all still in high school. There’s plenty of time.” He showed us the grin he was giving his mom as he jerked her chain. “Dad suggested that I invite the girls over, and this seemed a good opportunity to get the process going of you meeting them all.”

Fortunately, Meka stepped up, figuratively, saying, “And we’d like to meet this near-mythical cousin of his that did so much for his confidence with girls and, particularly, taught him how not to interact with girls. We need to thank her, as Brett has become a friend at school that we all enjoy. We like his sense of humor, particularly his cutting wit.”

Ginny responded with, “We’ll be here for a few days around Christmas, at least. Perhaps then.”

“Thanks,” replied Meka. “We’d like to work that out, but we’ve got to go, as I’ve got to get Cera and Brit home so that I can join my ... second family for dinner tonight. Beth’s Dad is cooking, and I refuse to miss that!”

That was the perfect tack to get us relatively quickly back out the door and into the Suburban.

“Wow,” Meka exclaimed as we pulled away from the curb, “I can see one reason Brett’s quiet.”

“Yeah,” replied Cera. “Holy moly, Batman!”

I said, “That reminds me. Where did you pick that phrase up? I’ve heard you use it before, but I don’t recall it in any of the Batman movies.”

“Gramps said it was campy. My grandfather. Apparently, Robin says it a lot, or things like it, at least according to him. Oh, and that’s in the TV show, the original.”

On the way back home after dropping Brit, Meka asked, “Might I partner with you in the shower. I brought my outfit for tonight.”

“Of course, Meka. You don’t have to ask.”

We decided to start with washing her hair. After I got her head rinsed, she washed mine, and then we started washing me, and I started with my face. As I began running the loofah on my chest, I was surprised to feel her hands washing my back, rather than the loofah I knew she had. I did not know why she was washing me that way, but I quickly decided to say nothing, as I did not want her to switch. I lost track of what I was doing when she got to my lower back, as she had gone just a little way onto my ass. She stopped, so I held my breath, but I could hear her soaping her hands up again. I tried very hard to keep the low moan quiet and deep in my throat when she soaped up my cheeks with her hands.

I was going crazy, her hands felt so good on my butt. I had to berate myself to get to doing my part of the task, so gradually bent over as I washed the fronts of my legs. Meka made damned sure that my butt cheeks were clean, but she eventually washed the backs of my legs. Then, I had another decision to make. After we turned to trade jobs, I inhaled deeply and decided to do as she had done, so soaped up my hands thoroughly and began rubbing that soap all over the back of her lovely body. As she did for me, I spent extra time on her ass, and she did not object. However, once she was rinsed and facing me, nothing of her moved, except her eyes as they looked at my face, then farther down. I was at a loss to know what to do, so simply reacted by stepping into her, softly put my arms around her and pulled myself into her, putting my forehead on her left shoulder.

We held each other for about a minute, before she said, “I meant what I said on Tuesday, that I was considering this ... family. From my ... emotional talk with Rhee a while back, I know at least the ... parameters of this family. While I don’t want to do anything ... Umm, before ... Well, not before ... uhh ... I’m ready, I’ve come to ... really like ... really appreciate... [she inhaled deeply] everyone in this family, and I really like ... you five girls.” She inhaled again, then added, “I’m sorry I didn’t ask about ... that ... about washing you with my hands, but I wanted to see what it was like ... see if ... it did anything for me.”

After ten or 15 seconds of silence, I lifted my head off her shoulder and looked at her.

“And,” I asked.

She nodded her head shallowly, then whispered, “Yes. I ... enjoyed that; both ways.” She lifted her eyes off mine, looked to her right, then said, “I don’t want to do much more, but ... may I kiss you?”

I inhaled deeply in response and stared into her dark mocha eyes for a few seconds, then nodded minutely. She leaned in and her lips met mine. She moved her lips slightly, holding the kiss for about 15 seconds, then retreated while her eyes locked back onto mine. I looked a question at her, and the corners of her lips turned up. I slowly closed, then opened my eyes, then gave her a small smile and hugged her just a bit more tightly.

She subtly indicated that we should let go of each other. When I acquiesced and we stepped slightly away from each other still looking into each other’s eyes, she said, “I won’t ask you to keep this secret from the others as I suspect you girls keep no secrets. However, I’d prefer you be as general about this as you find comfortable. I certainly won’t object if you tell them that I am, indeed, considering the family.” When I nodded, she asked, “What’s up with Celeste? She’s not part of the family. Right?”

“Correct.”

“It seems obvious to me that she wants Charlie. Is that how you guys see it?”

“Absolutely. While we don’t know when, we’re all certain that she’ll be a family member sometime soon, probably early next year. Would that be a problem for you joining the family?”

“Are you kidding? She’s gorgeous! And funny. And fun. And interesting. If I weren’t ... already involved and had met her in some other situation, I...” She grimaced in thought, then added, “After Heather ... got me thinking about girls again, and Celeste became a friend of your family, I’ve greatly enjoyed her here. We’ve talked on the phone a few times ... about women in sciences and about how things have been for her in college. Even though we’ve not talked about anything remotely related to ... uhhh ... relationships, I guess, I’ve certainly felt ... attracted to her. Celeste Montgomery as part of this family would be a selling point for me; a minor one, but a selling point. Neither you nor any of your sisters should take that to mean that I’m more interested in her than you girls. I’m not. I’ve spent a lot more quality time with you five, and I’ve come to feel ... very strongly about you. Celeste is an attraction, certainly, but if I decide to commit to this family, it will not be because she’s part of it or not.”

Since it had come up a couple times when the Go5 discussed this subject, I decided to ask her.

“Whether you join the family or not and whether she does or not, would you be interested in sharing that house with her? Carol has told her that the other bedroom may be available. Has she asked you about that?”

“Carol hasn’t mentioned it, but I’ve thought it a possibility, and I wouldn’t mind sharing the house with her. Of course, it might be a bit tricky if only one of us were a family member.”

I nodded, then said, “We could continue this as we’re drying.”

She grinned at my grin; we exited the shower.

Meka donned a somewhat simpler outfit than she had worn on Tuesday, as it was a soft short and a t-shirt. While it did not leave uncovered as much of her back side, it revealed a bit more of her front side. However, even the covered bits were noticeable. The obviously old and worn pair of sweat-pant shorts conformed to her like mine did on Tuesday, even so far as her labia being somewhat obvious. An old, tie-dyed crop-top t-shirt completed the ensemble. The T was cropped short enough to show just a bit of underboob, and, of course, her large nipples protruded obviously, even though they weren’t erect.

Rhee wore the cropped t-shirt I bought her so long ago. At least, so long ago relative to our sexual lives. She surprised me with something I’d not seen her wear, but she said it was old. “It” was a very worn and very tight set of white leggings that hugged her body very tightly. They were probably opaque when new; they were no longer. I looked down, just to be sure, and that glance confirmed that at least three of us tonight were showing lower lips.

Heather was not. She opted for her oh-so-tight t-shirt dress that she had recently asked Liya to modify slightly. Liya had taken a wedge of material out of the bottom foot or so such that the hem was much tighter than the waist, resulting in it stretching tightly across her cute butt, although the hem rose from in front to behind revealing nearly two inches of lower cheek.

Gracey and Liya walked in trailing Inez behind them. Inez was rocking a tube top that I recognized as one of Gracey’s. While it showed no boob ... skin, it certainly showed boobs, it was so tight. She was also wearing one of Gracey’s longer wraparound skirts. She saw me checking her out, so lifted the skirt’s hem and said, “Commando.”

Gracey had chosen one of her t-shirt dresses, specifically the one that Mom and Liya had altered to have a huge window in the front that showed most of her belly and the entire inner parts of her breasts inside her areolae. She made that thing look incredible, her boobs being perfect for it. However, Liya stole the show, wearing a two-inch-wide tube top centered on her nipples and a four-inch-wide skirt that bared a bit more than the top third of her ass and only barely hid her pussy ... but only if you were not really short.

Meka said, “I think you’ve got the winner, Liya Girl! You look nothing short of amazing,” which caused Liya to blush noticeably, despite her dark complexion.

We wandered downstairs and helped in the kitchen, eventually sitting to a scrumptious dinner of baked salmon, couscous, garlic bread, and a diverse salad.

As we were approaching the end of dinner, Dad said, “Attention please. I have an announcement that is both sad, unfortunately, and interesting.” He held up his hands as we girls began asking what was sad, then said, “I talked with Horace this morning.” He turned to Meka and said, “He’s our neighbor to the right as you look at the street. Harry’s condition ... Oh, that’s Harriet, his wife. Anyway, her condition has deteriorated somewhat, so they’ve made the decision to move into assisted living near their son’s house in Texas and they plan on being moved in before Christmas.”

Dad couldn’t hold us off then, particularly Heather, who really liked both Jacobsens; she began leaking tears. She stood from her chair, walked around the table to Dad and began trying to get in his lap. The conformation of her dress was causing her problems, and I saw the thought process run across her face. It was obvious that she realized that everyone in the room knew about the family, so she hiked the dress up, briefly flashing her pussy; climbed into Dad’s lap; and curled into a ball.

Dad put his arms around her and gently rocked her, whispering, “I know. Emotions suck sometimes. But, as you know, perhaps better than all the rest of us, the positives make it worth dealing with the negatives.” He looked up and around, and added more loudly, “Horace was particularly concerned with Heather’s response, so told me to tell her that she was welcome as a visitor there whenever she could get there.”

That opened Heather’s floodgates, as she sobbed loudly. While the rest of the Go5 were not at all unaffected, Heather had spent more time with them than had the rest of us.

When she began subsiding, Dad added, “He said that all of ... and I quote ... our girls were welcome there. He also said that, while Harry’s deterioration is of concern, it’s not something that should greatly impact her mobility, but they figured that if anything else were to come up ... with either of them, it would be best if they were somewhere with on-location assistance.

“And that gets to why he asked me to come see them this morning. You and we had told them of Meka’s situation, and they asked if we could do the same for them.”

All of us looked around the table. In the process, I was elected.

“Would we keep the house? Meka’s wasn’t handy; the Jacobsen house is.”

“This is not final, as we have some dickering to do, but I see no deal breakers, and the Moms and I have already talked. If we buy it, we’ll keep it. As we’ve all noticed, a house that was somewhat larger than we needed when we had only a daughter-and-a-half and there were only the two of us in a marriage, has become a bit too small for eight-and-a-half of us. I didn’t complain, nor did anyone else. Personally, I’ve loved having the whole family here.” He looked at Meka and said, “And you, if you would wish to be closer, but not too much closer, you could live in that house. If you choose to do so, we don’t know what we’ll do with the other house, but we feel no rush to make a decision. I suspect you’d like to be able simply to walk across the yard to the hot tub.”

There was some chuckling.

Dad coughed lightly, then said, “The big gap between our houses is another entire lot, which we would also buy. If we buy, we’ll modernize and remodel the house, and that could take until late February, depending on permits and availability of the crew we had here.”

“Oh. Maybe we could see Emma, again,” I interjected.

Dad did a minor double take, then shrugged and said, “You do know that Emma was given the task of supervisor almost entirely because you girls were here, and they wanted to avoid even the barest whiff of problem.”

“She told us that. While it’s not the best reason to be given a shot at a supervisory position, it got her a chance.”

“Yes, it did, but Niklos told me that it worked out very well, that he’d be giving her more responsibility. He thanked me ... well, I guess, you girls, but he said it to me. He thanked us for being forced to use her as inside lead, thus found a new supervisor. Anyway, the final part of buying that house would be enclosing the two back yards together inside a privacy fence.”

“Oh, wow! That would be great,” exclaimed Heather. “I so want to make love with you, Dad ... well, and everyone else, in the back yard!” She frowned, then added, “I hate this. I’m so happy to get a situation in which I can have sex outside a lot, but it comes at cost, a heavy cost.” She frowned again and said, “I’ll miss them so much,” after which she broke down and curled into Dad again.

“Yes, and I’ll miss them, too. Horace was my best friend at the university when he was still teaching and he and Harry are certainly our best friends in the neighborhood, not that we interact with many of the other residents. However, Heather, there’s one more benefit, in case you want to hear it.”

She raised her head and looked at him, as if asking whether he were just trying to mollify her.

He responded, “Yes, I’m serious. Certainly, you’ve noticed how tight the quarters are in the hot tub when we have ten to 12 people in it.”

“Are you serious,” Heather asked.

“Yes; a larger ... much larger hot tub.”

“B-but aren’t those really expensive? I remember looking at such online and this one is expensive. Larger ones are individually designed and freaking crazy expensive.”

“Perhaps, but look at how much we use it, and how many of us use it, and I’ll bet you all would have liked to have had a larger tub for your sleepover next week. Inez and Nira will be moving closer ... Huh. Why didn’t I think of that earlier? Inez, you and Nira were planning on sharing a house. Right?”

“We were. How many bedrooms?”

“Five. One in the attic, three upstairs, one in the basement.”

“Umm. Only one upstairs bathroom?”

“Yes, but that’s one of the main things we would change. Would you two be interested?”

“Absolutely!”

“Okay. There’s no hurry, as we’ll buy it, regardless, with the assumption that their wants and our wants can be brought into agreement. I’m sure that you two and we three can figure things out after the fact, seeing as how Nira will be on this side of The Pond for only a week until April. If you two wind up wanting it for sure, we can hold it until after Nira’s gotten back and settled in, again.”

“YES!”

“It’s not a done deal, Gracey.”

“I know, but it would be virtually perfect. Liya and I could have our nuclear-family thing and still have the greater family right here! We’ll need more or larger picnic tables and there’re probably a lot of other things that we’d like to have in such a large, communal back yard. We need to think about this all very carefully, so that we can set it up correctly at the beginning.”

“Are you volunteering to be back-yard lead?”

She barely hesitated before answering, “YES! We’ll want fiber out there. While I can think of only one reason now, I’m sure that I or we will come up with others before too long. Like I said, everyone needs to think hard if this possibility becomes definite. I’m sure my ... wife will have many ideas.”

“You know, that’s more than enough yard for a regulation goal.”

“I should have known Rhee would come up with that,” Dad replied. He frowned slightly, looked at the ceiling, then added, “We might be able to do that. We’d have to figure out how to deal with the wear in the grass, though.”

Rhee added, “If we did put up a goal, we’d probably want to have at least a few playing with us that aren’t family members, so we’d have to be even more careful about making sure everyone here knows what’s going on here at any given time.”

She got a lot of head nodding and other forms of agreement.

After conversation lagged, we began kitchen cleanup and then went to change in the BRH bedroom into tubwear, if I may coin a term.

Meka said, “I spent a little of my time on the way to see Dad last night by getting a sexier suit.” She frowned severely, but in such a way that we were certain she was playing, then said, “You girls ... and Celeste, of course, are turning me into a girly-girl.”

There was much laughing.

“Hey, Girl,” Liya said, “if I can learn that I’m sexy and learn to like flaunting it, you, who must have known she was very attractive from the get-go, are permitted to flaunt that hellaciously sexy bod. God, you are enjoyable to look at, like this, or even with clothes on. I look forward to seeing what you got.”

“I ... I’m going to change in the bathroom, as I want you guys to get the effect all at one go. Is that okay?”

“Of course, it is,” Heather stated. “You’re near family, very near family. Hell, I’m sure that all five ... six with Civia ... already consider you a sister. If that’s the way you want to do it, have at it. We’ll certainly enjoy looking at your bod in anything you consider to be sexy.”

“Thanks, Liya, Heather. The more I’m here, the more certain I am that getting out of that house was good for me. Throw in my ... six new sisters and it’s no contest. My life, although aspects of it still suck big donkey dicks, is so much better than it was two months ago. Thank you, all.”

Despite the serious reason behind her statement, her outré phrase caused some snickering.

Liya kept the skimpy tube top, simply replacing the skirt with a small bikini bottom, one in which not quite as much of her ass was visible. Heather opted to match Liya, going with her narrowest tube top – one inch in width, and a bikini panty that was not quite as brief as Liya’s.

“Aw, hell with it. I’m going tube top, too. I’ll be back,” Gracey said as she walked across the hall to her room.

“I’m in,” Rhee stated as she went back to her armoire, as I did the same.

Meka returned and did a quick pirouette.

“Oh, no way,” Liya exclaimed. “If Meka’s going thong, I’m going thong.”

Once we were all in thongs, and five of us were in tube tops, Meka asked, “Doesn’t it seem weird to you that you’re fussing over clothing bodies that Charlie has seen naked many times?”

“No,” Heather responded. “We take our ... methodology in keeping Our Man happy from Sandy. She’s given us lots of pointers and suggestions from knowing Charlie for so long and so well. She wants us to succeed, so we know she’s not duping us. ‘Appropriate packaging’ is something she has stressed frequently. Charlie likes us naked, but he also seems to like unwrapping us. Besides, it’s also another way for us girls to bond over sharing the same boyfriend. A lot of this is for us, too. I certainly get excited seeing Liya in such a short skirt that I can see almost half her exquisite ass. I’ve been on fire since we dressed for dinner, and I love that feeling.”

Meka looked at Heather for a long while, the rest of us waiting to find out where she had gone in her mind.

“I hadn’t thought of that ... either that. Do you like it more or less when Celeste or I are involved?”

“Oh, way more. You two are both so fricking sexy that I’m on edge – and I mean on edge of orgasm – when both of you are here, like on Tuesday. The outfit you wore was simply stunning in how it took your sexy back side, its strength, its firmness, its allure to a different plane. You’re quite pretty, and while I know prettier women, I know no one with a back side – I mean from shoulders to ankles – that is sexier than yours. When you show off most of it ... Wow! Just like tonight. Yes, you’re in a bikini, which is expected to be sexy, and your body deserves that bikini. However, when one is not expecting to see 90 percent of the back side of someone as lovely as you, the effect is so much stronger. Tuesday, I found myself thinking a LOT about running my hands up and down your back and legs.”