Chapter 10

September 1, 2018 (Saturday)

Author: Brett Jacobs

After Liya declared a non-random night last night, however many of us crawled, jumped, or – for one young girl with long, black hair – threw herself onto the bed, there was quite a lot of quiet chatter and sharing of anecdotes. I could not stay awake, so let myself drift off.

When I woke this morning feeling very refreshed, I tried to figure out who was on either side of me without opening my eyes or moving my hands onto ... whoever they were. I could hear Kath on the other side of the bed speaking quietly with someone. I opened my eyes.

Padme’s eyes were nearly the first I saw as she quietly said, “I’ve never gotten to sleep next to you before.”

I smiled and asked, “Was it everything you hoped for?”

I barely managed to keep a loud guffaw inside me at my self-avowed witticism, however, I could not keep the next laugh inside at Padme’s response, “Making love with you was glorious.”

After seeing and hearing others’ responses to Padme’s quip or my guffaw, I asked her, “Is it only when you young girls begin getting the itch for sex that you allow your ... adult humor funny bone to become active?”

Civ, my other immediate neighbor, answered, “That’s how it worked for me.”

“Oh, yes,” I calmly said to her as I turned my head, raised my eyebrows, and added, “Those decades and decades ago when you were a teenager. On, wait, you’ve been a teenager for all of nine months and some change.”

She poked me in the side, and I laughed while thinking about the two families in our bed. Yes, only the young Paleceks were in our bed, because their moms spent the night upstairs with Seamus, while their dad did the same, but with Kai. I briefly wondered if the five wound up in the same bed. Those beds are big enough, but only barely.

That got me thinking about the two families. We were very close, particularly considering that most weeks, we share one night a week in our big bed. While I understood some of the girls’ recent thoughts that we didn’t need to merge our families to share sex, we’ve already merged one-seventh of our nights. While no one seemed to mind putting a no-sex policy in effect whenever the Paleceks were in our bed, given our history and experience, was it unlikely that when we began sharing sex across families we wouldn’t want more nights together? And with sex? Adding just one more sleepover night seemed to me a slippery slope.

As the two families shared a skimpy-clothes breakfast scattered around the kitchen. I couldn’t help but imagine next April and beyond, all the shackles removed from Civ and Mare and all of the girls of various ages and sexes allowed to share sex, other than Taylor. Would we all be sitting in here naked? Would many of us have had sex last night with members of the other family? Would we all have enjoyed that and, if so, is it truly possible to keep our families separate with even the thin dividing line we have, now?

I don’t know the answer, but I strongly suspect one. When a second option teased the edge of my brain, I grasped it and pulled it into the light. Could we manage that? Could we have an ... overnight with the Paleceks in which we allow all the cross-family sex anyone could want, but then keep our hands off the naughty bits [I can’t remember who came up with that one] of the other family for the other six days a week?

I shrugged to myself and answered, “Maybe, but get your awareness back in the kitchen with the families.”

Kalina was saying something, perhaps something I shouldn’t have missed.

“ ... then we had to take a shower together before coming downstairs.”

Meka responded, “I suspected you’d all end up together. What’d you think about having sex in our house for the first time?”

“That was a little speed bump some of us had to get past,” replied Emma.

“Which is why I asked the question. Kalina and Jeff, we must get through less than nine months before we make any changes in our relationship ... if we make changes. I don’t want to knock out too many of the walls between us before then, but we hope you’ll be fine with sharing sex with our shared guy and girl when you’re here. However, we do want you in the big bed most times.”

“Good,” Kalina responded, “because we want that, too. Seamus and Kai, could we restrict last night’s repeats to once a month?”

Seamus gave Kai a look, so she replied, “I’m sure we can do that ... so long as the two of us can visit you on the occasional night.”

Jeff said in response, “We’d like that. The constraint we want is on sex here, as it’s just too easy to want more here.”

Katherine left a bit after 9:00 to pick up Alyssa and head to Armoire, and the two families chatted together in the living room until about 10:00 when Emma said, “Male love of my life, it’s time to get you naked so your wives can put you in outside clothes to take our daughter to meet with Katherine about her job.”

Jeff rolled his eyes ostentatiously, stepped over toward the front door, and faced it.

Kai jumped at the chance when Emma offered her the option to undress and dress her boyfriend as Katherine and Emma watched from in front of him and most of the rest of us watched from behind him. When Kai had pulled his Katherine panty off him, she plastered herself against his front, got up on tiptoes, and kissed him ... while Rache and Lana photographed the scene with short lenses so they could get the audience in the photos.

Meka said with wickedly gleaming eyes, “I’m so looking forward to squeezing your great ass with my hands, Jeff,” and grinned as Jeff shook his head in response.

While Kai was still dressing Jeff, Kalina said, “Once we get a lot closer to ... allowing sex or merging or whatever we decide, Jeff, you’ll be facing all those girls while someone dresses you.”

Jeff grunted in response.

Once Kai had him dressed and then kissed him again, we all gave the typical departure hugs and kisses with the Palecek parents. Their daughters accompanied them out the front door to walk with their parents to the Palecek house; we would meet them at Armoire.

On the way to Armoire, we picked up Em and K’n’K at Em’s house. As we had set up with Em, we all stripped in Em’s backyard and then walked into the house. We suspected Em wouldn’t tell Den, and his staring, chin-hanging expression proved our suspicion correct. Each of the female girls got to share a naked hug with Den, whose cock was throbbing well before he hugged the last of them; Seamus and I gave him leaning-in upper-chest hugs, the kind that wouldn’t have our penises interacting.

Den got his act together before any of the girls had to intercede, saying, “I sure hope you’re not all here to take me this morning. While I’d certainly enjoy that, I know I couldn’t last through even a quarter of you.”

“Nope, Dad,” replied Em. “They’re here to pick K’n’K and me up to go to Armoire d’Amour. We’ll be getting some ... things we need for school and other stuff.”

“Hang on. I can get you some money ... or should I give...”

Meka cut Den off with, “We’ve got it, Den. We appreciate Em and you opening your house to TT, and this is part of our expressing that appreciation.” She then looked quite deliberately at his penis and said, “If I get to know you a bit better, I’ll probably want that inside me.”

“Oh, god.” He rattled his brain, squared his shoulders, and then said, “Meka, as you must know, you’re welcome to take me whenever you want. While I’m supposed to allow any girl to take me, I must admit to greatly looking forward to you taking me.”

Em crashed into his right side, leaned up, and kissed him hard for many seconds, then said, “Dad, I love it that you’re becoming comfortable with the idea of lots of girls taking you.”

He responded, “Look at all these girls. Em, they’re all attractive and have nice bodies. Had I met any of them when I was their age or a bit older, I’d have spent effort on trying to get into their pants. Now, because of you, I can simply let them take me, and that turns me on so much.”

Meka waded back in with, “Den, I like having fun with our guys being ... sort of submissive, but I like having sex with equals, too. Don’t get me wrong, I’d also like to take you in your backyard or some other places, but I’ll want to have sex with you as equals. Could we do that?”

Den shrugged, then answered, “I suppose you can have me however you want, even as equals. I’ll do what you want, but I’d like to ... be with you in many ways. You’re freaking lovely!”

Meka looked to both sides, then stepped into Den, had him wrap his arms around her, wrapped hers around him, squeezed his ass with both hands, and kissed him aggressively.

When she pulled back from him, she said, “I think I will insist on us taking you to Armoire sometime, but I won’t tell you why, although clothing will be involved.” She glanced around, then finished with, “We’ll bring Em and K’n’K back, probably in late afternoon, but Em will call you if we’ll be later.”

Once in the backyard, Em asked, “What’s the drive time to Armoire?” When Celeste told her 15 minutes, Em said, “If I may, I’d like to reprise something in the Sprinter, but with a small change.”

Meka said, “I’m driving that, and you’re welcome to reprise whatever you want.”

Em grabbed my hand and pulled me, both of us still carrying ... rather than wearing ... our clothes and led me to the back seat of the Sprinter where she had me sit on the back bench. There, she climbed onto my lap facing me, used her hand to rub my cockhead along her slit a bunch of times, then slowly slid down onto it.

I moaned with my eyes closed enjoying the sensation of my lover on me. I moved my right hand to the back of her head and pulled it to mine, and we put our lips together and kissed with feeling. We could not go for a long, loving time, so Em went after her orgasm, and I helped her by sucking her nipples as I could, but primarily by squeezing her ass cheeks as I used them to help her bounce on my cock.

“Goddess, I’ve missed being with you.”

I responded, “Me, too. Em, you make me feel so good putting me inside you.”

“I doubt it’s better than what it feels like for me. I freaking love having you inside me.”

Somewhere in there, Meka got us moving down the road to Armoire, but we had not gone all that far before Em began bouncing hard on me going after her orgasm. I helped her along and in a minute or so, she was squealing out a pretty good one. Fortunately, I managed to hold off, just in case. We were heading to Armoire, although the Palecek parents would be there when we arrived, which meant that Em and I had to squirm in the seat to finagle getting dressed, during which time some of my wives gave us faux Hell.

“Next time,” Beth said, “we’ll make sure to have our photographers in the same vehicle with you two.”

“Goddess, yes,” Em squealed. “They can photograph me having sex anytime ... except when I want a special time with Brett.”

“Of course,” replied Beth. “Em, you look very good having sex with Brett. I’m glad to have gotten to see that, again.”

“Fuck, it turns me on so much to have you girls watch me having sex.” She looked into my eyes and said, “I want times with just you, but I really love having sex with you in front of your wives.”

Meka called back from the driver’s seat, “And we love watching you having sex with our shared guys, and you and Brett look so good together.”

When we were dressed and turning into the mall parking lot, Em – still on my lap, although clothed – said, “I’d forgotten that K’n’K wouldn’t have been allowed to see what we did, I wanted you so much.”

Beth smiled at her and said, “It’s okay. Lana figured out what you wanted and steered them into the Ford.”

Em replied, “I can’t wait until they’re 14 so we don’t have to hide sex from them, to say nothing about wanting to see the dynamo I think Kota will be about sex. She wants in so much! Kanda does, too, but Kota’s want seems to be on a higher level than Kanda’s.”

Author: Mare Palecek

We Paleceks arrived at Armoire shortly after 10:30 and walked in the front door. Alyssa must have seen us coming, as she met us shortly after we closed the door, and Civ introduced her to our parents.

Kalina asked her, “What do you think about being part of the LA?”

“I love it! Before those girls became regulars here, I didn’t realize how ... stagnant my life had become, and they’ve certainly enlivened it for me!”

Jeff responded, “They have a habit of doing that. They certainly did it for us, and, like you, we didn’t realize how hidebound we’d become.”

Katherine joined us shortly and led us to the breakroom where she said, “Mare’s parents, I came in early to pull some items to show you the sorts of clothing I’m having Mare model. Most of what I have her model is items that don’t seem to sell themselves on the shelves or racks; they need to be seen on a body that accentuates their allure. Emma, I’m ecstatic with what Mare has managed in only her first two days, but I also don’t want to get crosswise with you about what she models. I’ve pulled a variety of things from the floor that would cover the range ... or, what I can see from this point as the full range of ... sexiness and ... revealing aspects, I suppose, of what I’d like her to model.”

Emma-Mom replied, “We trust you, Katherine, but we also appreciate you doing this for us. I’m sure you’d not have her modeling see-through bra-and-panty sets or other items that expose her breasts and pelvis, so I’ll probably be fine with whatever you have her model.”

“I’m sure doing that would get the store closed down. No, I’m not interested in prurience, but on selling clothes to older teenagers and young women, the sort that make up a large portion of the store’s clientele. However, you three know that sexiness in clothing has become ... more acceptable, and young women are ... mostly ... no longer denigrated for dressing sexily. I’ve told you this before, but I want to reiterate that Mare has greatly surpassed my expectations of her effectiveness at selling clothes by modeling, however I’m most happy with ... and most surprised by ... her ability to personally interact with high-school girls in the ... upper strata, I’ll say ... of Elkton society ... what there is of it. But, I wanted you here to show you the sorts of items I’ve had her model and want her to model in the future. I do not want to get on your bad side.”

Katherine had set up a divider – right next to the floor-length mirror on the wall – behind which I could change clothes, and she sent me behind it carrying a long, silky dress that hugged my torso, was nearly backless, hung off the upper arch of my butt, and cascaded down to my ankles. It was obvious that I’d have to be braless in it, but when I looked over my shoulder into the mirror, I could see that my panty would not work.

Since there was what she calls a mini-sheath hanging on the divider, I replaced my panty with the sheath. I looked back over my shoulder and nodded my head in approval at the shimmery emerald dress and my butt looking bare beneath it.

As I stepped out from behind the divider, I said, “Remember, no hugging in the clothing.”

“Oh, Mare, my lovely girl! You do wonders for that. You look exquisite!”

“Thanks, Mom.” I turned to Dad to see his eyes waiting for mine and asked, “Dad?”

“I agree with your mother. You make that dress come alive.”

“Moms, Dad, I really like how these dresses make me feel. I think they make me come alive and...” I breathed deeply, then finished, “Wearing these dresses and having so many eyes on me in them ... turns me on.”

“Baby girl, I would have been surprised if modeling didn’t have that effect once you told us you enjoyed having eyes on you.”

I said, “Kalina-Mom, I hope you know that when she begins getting a figure, Civ could be a model, too. She certainly has the beauty and the height.”

“I doubt...” Kalina stopped and thought for a few seconds, then asked, “Civ, do you like eyes on you? I ask because Mare has a point. Your height would be a modeling asset.”

“Despite how much time I spend in the compound naked, I don’t ... get into eyes on me in public.”

“Honey, no one’s telling you or, even, urging you to model, they’re just letting you know that various of your physical attributes would be conducive to success in modeling. We all know you want a soccer career. That’s a given. But a soccer career would not necessarily preclude a sideline of modeling if you wanted such.”

Civ threw herself into Dad and wrapped her arms around him in response to his words.

With Civ still plastered to him, Dad asked me, “Are you comfortable with ... modeling clothing in which you can’t wear a bra or, I guess, a panty?”

“Dad, I ... really like it.”

“Does that mean you’re comfortable with it?”

I cocked my head in thought, particularly about how he asked that and that word, “comfort.”

“Dad, Moms, I don’t think I’m comfortable wearing dresses like this unless being ... turned on can be described as ‘comfortable.’” I held my hand up at Emma-Mom, thought for a bit, then added, “I greatly appreciate that you haven’t been upset with me getting turned on by modeling sexy clothes, but let’s get to the ... sexiest end of the ... spectrum. Katherine?”

Katherine gave something of a ... preamble, telling my parents, “This next dress, Mare’s sexiest end of the spectrum, is not something I’ve planned on her modeling but helps ... define the sexiest end of what I envisioned by being a bit beyond that end.”

My boss and wife handed me a black cashmere tuxedo dress with a black leather belt. When I put it on, I found that it had a deep V in front that exposed the upper-inner rise to my breasts but did not dive as deep as my belly button. And it was short. Very short. But slightly longer down the middle than the sides, with that probably helping cover my pussy. I quietly asked Katherine to join me on my side of the divider.

“Would you touch one of my legs where the middle of the hem falls?”

When she did, I said, “Keep touching my leg there.” When I lifted the dress and looked down, I whispered, “That’s only three inches or so.”

Also quietly, she replied, “Yes, which is why I wouldn’t have you model it.”

My heart was pounding due to thinking about wearing that on the floor, so I replied, “A panty wouldn’t show through this, so I’m sure I could wear it on the floor without a problem.”

When she looked up at me with a surprised mien, she asked, “Do you like modeling that much?”

Still whispering, I replied, “Girls and women wear bikinis that show much more skin ... and much more ... sensitive skin ... such as on breasts and butt ... than I’d show even if I tripped and fell on my back with my legs in the air. I wouldn’t want to wear a thong with this, but a full-coverage bikini panty would keep me covered appropriately.” When she continued to stare up at me from her position kneeling on the floor, I asked, “May I please model this?”

She shook her head rapidly, then said, “This would be a rave dress, so there’s no sense in you modeling this until and unless we found out about one ahead of time.”

“That’s fine. I guess ... No. Katherine, I’ll model anything you want me to model and, possibly, some clothes you would be uncomfortable having me model. Seriously, Katherine. I love this!”

“At least let me get you an appropriate panty before your mother looks underneath it.”

“Okay, but she sees me fully naked somewhat often.”

Katherine gave me a hairy eyeball, so I smiled and shrugged at her.

I stayed behind the divider until Katherine returned with the requested panty, a nice, straightforward, cotton, bikini panty.

I jokingly asked, “Do they make cashmere panties? I really like the feel of cashmere.”

“Of course, you like the feel of it. Because of the feel, it’s relatively expensive. Cashmere panties would be ... I don’t know of any. Cashmere is a special wool from Kashmir goats. Kashmir is a province or some such of northern India. However, Merino wool is almost as soft, and there are Merino-wool panties.”

I asked, “Do you carry them?” When she answered in the positive, I said, “I may want to try one.”

“Later. Let’s get you out to your parents.”

“Oh, my,” Emma-Mom said when I walked around the divider.

However, I had my eyes on Dad and was pleased with his reaction of wide eyes, but I kept my eyes on his as he got past his immediate reaction and asked, “Are you okay wearing that? Would you ... model it?”

I lifted the hem to show my panty and answered, “With a panty, nothing critical shows and I’d love to model it, but I don’t want to upset you, Dad.”

He stared at me for a bit, then replied, “I’m not sure I could watch you model that ... in the store, but if you’re okay with it, I won’t object.” He then moved his eyes to Katherine and added, “I’m counting on you to protect her.”

“I’d protect her to my utmost, but women account for a huge percentage of our customers, and I doubt she’d be attacked by one of them. But I always keep an eye on her when she’s modeling, Jeff, particularly when there are men in the store. I want what you want for her and would protect her with my life as you would.”

“I appreciate that, as I’m sure you’re much more deadly than I am.” He turned back to me and asked, “Would you truly like to model something that ... sexy?”

“Yes, Dad. I like this ... a lot.”

As I was still looking at Dad after saying that, Alyssa ushered my sisters into the breakroom. I grinned at the responses to my current outfit, then twirled to let them see the whole thing and to get the hem to elevate and flutter a bit.

Celeste responded, “We’d have to send a bodyguard if you wore that on a date. Mare, I’ve seen you go from being a bit shy and somewhat reserved to an outgoing, pretty, and very sexy young woman, but I admit that I hadn’t fully taken in your transition until I saw you in that.”

I looked at her seriously and said, “Coming from, perhaps, the most beautiful LA member, I greatly appreciate your words.”

When I looked among my sisters and noticed that the TT members were not with them, I furrowed my brow in confusion, but Alyssa answered the question in my mind without a prompt.

“The three TT girls are trying some things on. Delia will bring them in when they’re done. I’ve got to get back to the floor.”

Katherine grabbed the floor, then asked, “Palecek parents, do you need to see more or might we discuss the parameters of Mare’s modeling here?”

Emma said, “If this ... tuxedo dress is slightly beyond your comfort zone, then I’ll be okay with Mare modeling anything from there down on the sexiness-slash-revealing scale. However, I’d greatly appreciate having at least one of your photographers get good photos of her in anything she models.”

“The store has a tentative agreement with Imaginations to provide photographer time in addition to Mare’s time. I want photos for the store, too, and would be quite happy to provide you at least one photo of Mare in each outfit. I want some of the photos to hang in the store, as you know, as they’ll continue to sell at least some of the outfits Mare will model.”

I stayed in my sexy clothing as we gabbed until Alyssa ushered our two photographers, our two guys, and a few other of the girls into the room along with the Mexican food they had brought for lunch for everyone. Behind them came the three TT girls. Oh, wow.

They were each carrying the clothes they’d worn to the store and were rocking bra-and-panty sets. Em’s set consisted of a strapless bra and full panty in something soft-looking and bright yellow. Kanda’s was a halter-type bra in white and a medium gray boyshort panty. Kota’s, though, was of eye-widening features. First, it was in a blue that very nearly matched her eyes ... and skimpy, very skimpy. The bra was strapless and narrow, the cups covering only the bottom two-thirds of each breast (not that she’s at all large-breasted), and the panty being a narrow hipster that exposed the very lower portions of her butt cheeks. All LA members know she’s become quite sexy, but she looked freaking sexy as Hell in that.

Of course, she went straight over to Dad and, with her eyes on his, asked, “Emma and Kalina, may I hug your guy today?”

Both women got out something like, “Please, do” in something of a breathless fashion, at which Kota turned her head to look at them, then stepped over to them.

“May I hug you two, first?”

When they both nodded, she stepped into each, giving them hugs in which virtually all of the front side of her was in contact with the individual women and with their breasts mashed together.

When she stepped back from the second (Emma), she said, “You might need to know that the three of us are hoping to be closer with each other than we are with the rest of TT. Except for Rathi, none of the others live in easy walking distance of our houses. While we’re dedicated to Double-T, we’re also wanting to be ... closer to the LA. Since we also live closer to the compound than the rest of TT, we hope to spend more time with the LA, either as individuals or, more likely, as a trio. All the LA girls say that you three are their best friends and we three would like to be your friends, too, so we don’t want to do anything you wives of Jeff wouldn’t like. On Wednesday, you said I could hug Jeff and you two in ... clothing like this. Do you still feel that way?”

Mom replied, “Goddess, yes. If you three hug him today in what you’re wearing, we might have to skip lunch and take him home to bed.”

Kota grinned and laughed, then said, “I was serious then. I ... and we would be happy to rile your guy anytime you want him in ... a mood for ... sex.”

As expected, her face went red at the end, but she kept her eyes on Kalina’s as Kalina-Mom responded, “We were serious, Kota. We understand what he’ll be thinking, but I need to make sure you understand that.”

“Kalina, we three talked, and we have no problem with such a hunk of a guy thinking of ... sexing us up as he makes love with his wives.” With her face and upper torso still scarlet, she asked, “I assume that, like the LA, Jeff’s wives also enjoy ... girl-on-girl.” When Kalina nodded, she added, “Then we also don’t object to you wives thinking of us when making love with each other.”

Emma-Mom asked, “Why would you be okay with all that?”

“It’s our understanding that your family and the LA may become ... inter-familially sexual in the future. If that’s true, we three would like to get to a place where we could be at least occasionally included in times like that. Em’s already of LA-legal age and Kanda and I will be in January.”

Kalina asked, “You want sex with our guy?”

Still blazing red, Kota answered, “Why wouldn’t we want that? The LA brags about what a great guy he is and he’s obviously good enough at love and sex to keep two attractive women happy and a host of other girls wanting sexual relationships with him. What’s not to want in that?”

Kalina replied, “We’ll think on that, but I can guarantee that while I’d love to see you hug our guy while you’re wearing that ... and the same for you other two, I’d love to watch you and him making love.”

Emma threw in a quick, “Me, too!”

Kota, still red and still being the amazing TT Captain, responded, “In that case, once Kanda and I have had our first few times with the LA’s guys ... and Em’s dad, we’d be greatly interested in being with ... your family.”

“Goddess! Go over there and hug our guy! And don’t be too concerned about the hug going on too long. However, you’re not allowed to object to any large lump you may feel against you when you hug him.”

Very red-faced, but insistent, Kota replied, “Kalina, Emma, I’d never object to that!”

Kota stepped over to my dad and plastered her body against his and wrapped her arms around his waist as she said, “Hi, Jeff. It’s so lovely to see you again.”

Dad smirked at her, then said, “And it’s so nice to see so... very much of you. Is this how it will always be?”

“Probably not, but if you don’t object to this, I can imagine the three of us doing this to you frequently.”

“Kota ... and Em and Kanda, my wives have gotten me much more comfortable with ... expressing my true feelings about ... various stuff, and this ... sexual interest ... is one such. Since my wives also like the idea of you girls being with me, I’ve decided I won’t provide any pro forma objections to such as this. I’ll gladly hug any or all of you three when you’re wearing anything, much less such skin-revealing clothing. You’re all more than attractive enough to pique my interest.”

He then showed no qualms about putting his arms around her as all of us watched the tableau. [I learned that word from your diary, Beth.]

When Emma-Mom heard Rache’s camera go off, she looked at Rache and exclaimed, “We want that!”