Chapter 6

August 28, 2018 (Tuesday)

Author: Mia Abernathy

I woke in one of my favorite situations: Next to Beth. Since the young girls abandoned us last night, I decided to wake her gently ... by putting my lips around her left nipple and licking and sucking it.

“Oh, Mia,” she responded lazily, after which she pulled my face to hers and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

I wrapped my left leg around her and returned her kiss with a bit more passion. Somewhat unfortunately, that roused more of her brain from sleep, and she inhaled deeply in something like surprise. She looked to her right, then put her hand on Rhee’s head and began gently rocking it. After at least a minute of that, Rhee semi-woke with a grunt.

Beth told her, “Hey, Mistress Rhee. We’ve never gotten to play with Belinda’s guy in the morning.”

Given how difficult it often is to wake Rhee when she wasn’t ready to be woken, I was surprised when Rhee sat bolt upright in bed, looked down at Beth, then leaned over and kissed her.

“Holy shit,” she said into Beth’s face after she ended the kiss. “We must take advantage of that opportunity. Do we wake everyone, or let them find us upstairs?”

“What time is it?”

Rhee answered Beth’s question with, “A bit after 6:00,” then turned to me and asked, “Will you please journal?”

“Of course. We three could make Belinda watch ... our three guys make love with us; sex us up, at least.”

“I think that’s a great idea.” She looked at me softly as she added, “I’m so glad you joined us. Besides you being crazy cute and loving Beth so much, you add something to us, something I haven’t quite figured out, yet, but something I’m sure we needed, particularly now that you’re really coming out of the shell you were in.”

I felt my face go red, but kept my eyes on hers and told her, “Thanks, Rhee. I particularly appreciate that coming from you, who was Beth’s first ... wife.”

“You’re welcome. You know Beth was right to ask you to grow your hair longer; you look even more attractive when you’re walking naked and your longer hair swishes around your waist. Wait until you feel it on your butt. Fuck, I love that about mine.”

I nodded and replied, “You and Beth have both mentioned that and I won’t cut it until I know how that feels. I suspect I’ll like it, too.”

Our soft discussion woke Cera, who said, “I sort of wish mine grew straight, rather than so curly so I could know what that feels like.”

Rhee responded, “I could have my hair run along your butt. Anytime. Well, anytime but this morning. We’ve got some fun time with the guys coming up soon. Cera, I’ll get you time with Darren as soon as I can if you’ll get breakfast going. Grab whomever to help.”

“Okay. Maybe we can eat in the living room for a change and watch the goings-on.”

“Go for it!”

None of the foursome in the bed were awake. Very interestingly, Belinda was between Seamus and Brett, with Darren beyond Brett. Seamus was wrapped around Belinda, but the other two guys were on their backs, their sides seemingly in extensive contact under the sheet. I didn’t need instructions, just turned and hauled my ass back downstairs to wake Rache. Once I had her awake and made her aware enough to widen her eyes at me, she bolted out of bed, grabbed her camera, and followed my naked ass back upstairs where she began studying the scene, trying to determine how to shoot it.

Belinda’s cute, little breasts were on display except that Seamus’ right hand was wrapped on her left breast, the sheet crossing both their bodies just above waist level. Rache fired off a few shots, seemingly to get something before the scene changed, then studied it again.

When she whispered to me, “I need a chair,” I went to grab one from the dining room. As I approached with it, I heard her take a few photos, after which she looked at me and said, “Put it at the base of the bed with the back away from the bed. Then hold me so I don’t fall.”

The camera woke Brett, but not until Rache had taken a bunch of photos. Rache showed her right hand to him to get him to keep still, and he nodded in understanding.

She then whispered to me, “Carefully pull the sheet off of them and whisper to Brett to close his eyes.”

I fulfilled the second request first – Brett closed his eyes in response, then the first one. Beth saw what I was doing and helped me from Seamus’ side of the bed. When the four lovers were uncovered, Rache took quite a few photos, obviously trying different combos of shutter speed and aperture width. I smiled internally at myself, as I now understood how cameras worked, thanks to my sisters. I think I might ask Rache if she’ll teach me more.

[Rache responding to Mia after the fact: Of course, I’ll teach you more if you want to try out photography. I love you, my sister.]

Beth quietly said, “Breakfast is out here this morning ... with our new lovers. I’ll grab everyone in the kitchen.”

Seven other girls (Cera, Heather, Meka, Kim, Katherine, Liya, and Kath) – all obviously having been asked to take the outside route to the kitchen, joined us in the living room, carrying bowls, spoons, and cereals enough for all of us.

Rache was still standing on the chair, me holding her, when she fired off a few photos. I looked to see Belinda stretching a bit, her blue eyes just slits; I watched as a huge smile spread over her face.

Eventually, the sleepers on both floors all woke and joined us in the living room, scattered around eating cold cereal, nary a clothing item in sight, at least, none were on bodies.

Darren said, “We want to avoid joining the LA, but this ... this ... crazy but somewhat bucolic scene makes joining you so very tempting. Also, at the risk of seeming a boor, I’ll say that I doubt I’ve ever seen such a lovely grouping of attractive girls, clothed or not, and you’ll just have to put up with me being erect, as each of you and all of you turn me on.”

Taylor asked, “Even me?”

“Yes, even you. You don’t have anything like a woman’s body, but you’re very cute and you exude confidence. Taylor, that’s an attractive feature all its own.”

“Have you been kissed this morning?”

“No, I’ve not. If you want to be the first this morning, I’d like that a lot.”

Taylor grinned, put her bowl on the floor next to her butt, stood, then walked over to Darren sitting cross-legged on the bed, leaned over, and planted her mouth on his, giving him something like an eight-peck kiss.

“Taylor, I’m looking forward to the passage of three years and eight months.”

“You remembered that?! Really?” When he nodded, she gave him another kiss of shorter duration, stood, looked into his eyes, and stated, “I’m looking forward to making love with you, Darren. I’d ... like you to be ... among my first male lovers.”

Darren looked into her eyes for a bit, then said, “I’d be incredibly honored, Taylor.”

Taylor turned, dropped her butt onto the mattress, scooted her left side into his right side, and lowered her head onto his right shoulder. I heard Rache’s camera go off a few times, and watched as Taylor’s eyes lit.

“Rache, can you get that one printed?”

“I plan on it. You’re going to be on our wall, Girl.”

Belinda said, “Please make a copy for us, I want her on our wall, too.”

Rache replied, “Of course, and we’ll pay for the printing.” She turned back to Taylor and stated, “With Darren’s bowl blocking sight of his penis, I think, Taylor, you might find yourself on the living-room wall.”

“Really,” she squealed in question. “I get to be in the living room?”

“If I got the photo as sharp as I wanted, absolutely.”

“I wonder what the Double-T girls will think seeing me on our wall.”

Brett responded, “They’ll probably be jealous of our cute and incredibly dynamic youngest girl.”

Belinda queried, “You want ... Darren on your display wall?”

“Yes,” answered Rache, “but not because we’re having sex with him, but because we’re becoming good friends. You two may wish to try to avoid heartbreak by not joining us, but I think this visit has ... changed things for us. I suspect we’ll begin thinking of you two as ... honorary LA members. I’m also sure that either Lana or I have a great photo of you two loving each other last night, a photo that might join Taylor’s on our display wall.”

“You can put a photo up that’s obviously of sex?”

“But is it? You were loving in Missionary. With the angle of certain photos I took last night, he might simply be lying on you, naked skin to naked skin. Belinda, the guy you share with us has a very nice ass, and no one here would object to looking at it every day on our wall.”

“Oh, please! I’d love to see his great ass on your wall!”

“You will, but I think I’ll be adding some post-production effects to one of those photos and see what Garvey thinks. It might be a good seller, perhaps with a pithy or loving phrase or sentence artfully put in the image and printed large.”

Darren asked, “Would you sell it through the normal channels?”

“Yes, but I think it could go through other channels, too. I’m particularly thinking of the ‘poster-with-pithy-saying’ market.”

“That’s ... umm ... general sales?”

“Yes.”

‘Baby, what do you think about a bunch of women having your ass on their walls?”

“If you’re good with it, so am I.”

“Goddess! I can just imagine four or five thousand women having my guy’s ... and the LA’s guy’s ass on their walls!”

“Beloved, do you really think of me as belonging to both you and the LA?”

“I do. I will legally marry you, but I’ll always consider you to be husband to them if they’re willing to think of you like that.”

Meka replied, “We’re already starting to think of him like that.”

“Then I want you to have him more, maybe a lot. We’ll have to talk about that, but I’ve already truly begun thinking of the LA as semi-spouses.”

Meka asked, “Would you be occasionally willing to trade guys for a night?”

Belinda’s eyes flashed, but she replied, “We’ll need to talk about it, but if our guy’s willing, then I am.”

Darren said, “I need to think about that, and well away from this compound. That’s too tempting of an idea when I’m here with you, all of us naked.” He put his right arm back around Taylor’s shoulders and asked her, “What do you think of all this?”

“I’m so glad that ... my genetic family is part of this family and that we live here, now. I like everything about being here, including having your arm around me while we’re both naked.”

Raven said, “You really like our guy, Darren. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Mom, and I want to make love with him as soon as I’m LA-legal.”

Belinda responded, “If we’re not living here then, I’ll bring him to you for that birthday, and if we are living here, I’ll still bring him to you on that birthday!”

Taylor wheeled around on the mattress, crawled over to Belinda, and snuggled into her left side, Belinda throwing an arm around her and pulling her in tightly to herself.

With that arm around Taylor (and with Rache’s camera going off), Belinda asked, “Honey, do you feel it? Do you feel how much closer we are to the LA after last night?”

“Definitely. We may need to reconsider some decisions. I think I’d still rather us not join the LA, but I will say that it’s getting more tempting.”

Belinda asked, “What do you think happens if we spend another night here ... or more nights here?”

“I think it gets harder and harder to keep us separate from them, although joining the LA would probably bring the ... Monday evenings to an end.”

“I agree with both of those thoughts. We need to discuss this later this week, after we’ve gotten a little ... temporal separation from the incredible night last night, and this more incredible, almost ... cozy morning today.”

“Yes, it’s this morning I’ve been pondering more than last night.”

Belinda looked across the mattress at him for a short while, then said, “Come over here and let’s sandwich your ... future lover between us.”

“But, Belinda, what if I want to make love with you, too?”

Belinda stared at Taylor, then said, “I apologize. Let me rephrase that. Darren, come over here and sandwich our future lover between us.”

Rache was ready, taking a few photos of Darren as he crawled across the bed and even more as he scrunched into Taylor’s left side, forcing her into more complete contact with Belinda, each of them having an arm around the young girl.

Raven asked, “Honey girl, why are you crying?”

“I’m just so happy here, Mom. I have ... Lots of ... wonderful people like and love me. I’m ... not lonely anymore and very, very happy.”

Rache took a lot of photos of the trio with Belinda and Darren looking almost lovingly at Taylor.

Author: Liya Nadhi

Despite the intentions of the first awake, there was no intercourse this morning, with or without our semi-visitors. Instead, the morning felt like a typical morning here, but with two visitors who didn’t feel too much like visitors. I suspect we’ll be seeing changes in ... the times we’re with Belinda and Darren.

However, there was one major addition to how we interact with our friends: The first time we shared a shower with them, and a shower with all of us packed into the large basement shower. With most of us packed against the walls, Rhee ordered the four young girls to wash most of the bodies of Belinda and Darren.

“But, all of you, avoid contact and even near-contact with Darren’s penis. And use the loofahs; no hands directly on them.”

“Damn, Darren!”

Darren looked up from watching Taylor wash his lower legs to look into Belinda’s eyes. She was shoulder to shoulder with him and was being washed by Padme in front and Mare behind; Civ was washing Darren’s back.

When she saw his eyes on hers, she said loudly – and loudly because she had to talk over all the showerheads, “Everything’s changed, Honey. Can we ... be settled enough ... tomorrow to have the discussion we need to have?”

“We’ll need to be. Won’t we? This ... is probably the most ... incredible shower I’ve ever taken.”

“Me, too, and, Darren, I...”

She put her mouth right at Darren’s left ear and finished what she said, although I could not hear her; nor could any of our young sisters. I asked them later.

Rhee ordered, “Young girls, find a wall. Raven, soap up your hands and wash our guy’s crotch, and make sure he feels very good. Seamus, do the same for ... our girl’s crotch and do what you need to do to make her feel very good.”

As we were all giving Belinda and Darren departure hugs, Belinda told Beth, “Everything’s changed. I doubt we’ll be able to have a serious discussion tonight, ‘cause we’ll be fucking each other’s brains out. Tomorrow, we’ll try to have that discussion and ... we might need some extra time next week – before the ... festivities – to ... tell you the results of that discussion.”

Beth replied, “Maybe we should do Sunday, then. Why don’t you call me once you’ve had and ... digested your conversation.”

“We’ll do that.”

Rache took Lana with her on a visit to Garvey, a visit that will be lengthy, given all that Rache will be requesting of him.

Kath has changed the work schedule for The Cold Sweets staff, changes that allow Kath more time at home when many or most of us are home. Kath will open every weekday and the odd weekend day, depending on staffing. Since Katie’s hours will be greatly reduced, Gene has been moved to full-time and will be getting a change in his position, as he’ll now be responsible for closing on at least some nights, particularly Mondays and Wednesdays.

[Writing the previous paragraph made me wonder about something, so I looked into it. Nowhere in Beth’s diary nor this journal have we mentioned the results of the university soccer tryouts for LA members. Since that occurred during the period of Beth’s diary in which all of our minds were negatively affected by Jim’s condition, it’s perfectly understandable that she either neglected or forgot to include that.

Kim went to Coach Markov sometime between when Jim lost consciousness and when he died to let her know that she would be devoting non-school free time to “personal commitments” so would not be able to be part of the team this year. Coach Markov was understanding and asked her to attend tryouts next summer. Rache had decided early on in tryouts that she would focus on her photography career, so pulled out of soccer, too. Katie made the team and we’ll miss her every time the team travels.]

At soccer practice this morning, I noticed the absence for the second day in a row of two of the three girls my sisters all expected not to make the team. Perhaps Coach won’t have to cut them Thursday, something she’ll appreciate, as she hates having to cut girls who want to play. The third of those, however, was stalwartly taking part; she seems to have learned a few things. She’s still nowhere near as good as the other 29 girls, but, perhaps, she’s trying to learn as much as she can while she can. It’s become quite apparent that the other girl who’ll be cut will either be someone from TT/LA or Mercedes Grant, who is practically as good as some of TT. I’d hate that decision to be mine to make.

As I expected after warmups, laps, and rondo, today’s practice was mostly scrimmaging to give Coach a better idea of the ... playability of Mercedes versus that of the other girls. I wonder if Coach will give the ... loser of the choice the same option she gave Crewe last year with the school team. That certainly worked with Emma. Oddly, as I was thinking that thought while refereeing the scrimmage (and I will come back to that), Crewe nutmegged Jules, blitzed by her, then cranked a long cross to Jordan on the right wing. As I raced to catch up with the play, I marveled at the change in Jordan’s ... mentality on the pitch. We still call her “PK,” and she seems to love that and to have taken the inference of that moniker into her psyche: She is a lot more aggressive on the pitch and more outgoing with all of us than we saw last year. And all of that came up in post-practice analysis.

With everyone sitting on their butts along the sideline, Coach spent a few minutes being ... her very Coach-ness most.

“I seem to recall a certain player on this team last year who was quiet and didn’t garner much attention ... except when we went on all-out D, particularly against one of the other really good teams in the league. Has anyone seen her this year?”

Jordan grinned and raised her hand and, when Coach grinned and nodded at her, said, “Yeah, I see her every so often, but most of the time, now, I see PK staring at me in the mirror.”

To much chuckling, Coach smiled at her, then said, “If I had my way, I’d never see that girl ever again. I’d like always to see PK when I look at you.”

“So would I, Coach, and that’s my plan.”

“Excellent.” She looked around at everyone, then announced, “New practice plan from now on. At the end of practice, everyone will do another three laps ... with the embedded sprints.” When the reaction to her words was much groaning, she added, “I suspect we’re going to use the same formation as last year, despite that we don’t have four All-state-mentioned defenders this year. At least, I haven’t thought of any other way to deploy the ... odd set of front-line and midfield personnel we have. However, with the expanded roster size, we’ll have more personnel, so we’ll probably be doing a lot more subbing, and the new rules this year will mean that we can sub out some starters in the first half and still have them on the pitch in the second. We’ll be taking extensive advantage of that change. Assuming that my thoughts don’t change between now and our first game, Jules and Jess, you’ll again be playing box to box, and you’ll need your wind. Of course, it wouldn’t be fair to make just you two do more laps, so everyone gets to run more at every practice! Isn’t that great?!”

To much groaning, Coach sent us running laps. While running, I thought about ... running and me and my ... previous life before I was an official team assistant. There are lots of things that are better in my life than they were this time last year, but I find myself surprised that I’ve come to enjoy practice -- even though I don’t play, and that includes the running, and being part of a team.

In fact, those three laps – with embedded sprints – passed quickly as I cogitated further on those thoughts. When I was ... young, I did little running, but now find ... not quite enjoyment at it, but something similar. When I was ... young, I was not a team player and during my angry phase, I was most certainly not a team player. Now, I’m part of ... three, even four teams, and I find it impossible to imagine a better, more fulfilling life.

Rache and Lana had lunch ready for us when we returned from practice, Crewe joining us, as per usual. She would spend most times at her new house across the street while her mother was home, but she’s been spending most of the time from practice to before dinner with us. Sometimes, that included sex for her, and she’s come to like girl-on-girl quite a lot, which is a good thing, at least from today’s perspective, given the residual excitedness left over from last night and this morning. A bit different, Seamus sidled up to her.

“Hey, Girl. Have you ever eaten lunch while riding a penis?”

She went a little pink, but not as pink as she would have a month ago, and replied, “I don’t recall having that pleasure. Do you know a guy I could ask?”

Pandemonium ... and a blushing Seamus.

Once we calmed down, Seamus said, “Emma, you’ve become very, very fun. I’m so glad you’re with us ... even if you do make me the butt of your jokes.”

Emma grinned at him, then said, “I’d love it if I got my first lunch-and-intercourse combo with you. Where?”

Seamus smiled and answered, “Right here at the table, of course. We can’t not rub everyone else’s noses with our relationship.”

“We-elll,” Emma dragged out, “if we must, although I reserve the right to trade with a sister if any of them look sufficiently sad and ... horny.”

There was much chuckling, and Meka asked, “What would that expression look like,” which resulted in even more chuckling.

Emma stood so Seamus could have her chair, then carefully sat on his lap and said, “Young girls, you can finish your lunches, just turn your chairs to face away from us.”

Mare said, “Thanks, Emma.”

After that, she got their various critical body parts lined up, then slowly sank onto his penis.

“Goddess, this is so fucking fun! Not just the sex; the whole ... situation of me having sex while eating lunch and having all my sister-wives and our other husband watching me ... post on Seamus’ lovely penis. I will say that I’ll need to get a lot more practice at this so I can eat a sandwich or bowl of soup while I’m moving like this. I’m sorry, girls, but I’ll need to commandeer our guys for the ... oh ... probably at least three or four months to get that down well enough to...”

Emma’s words generated a lot of laughter, which forced her to quit speaking, after which she grinned hugely around the table.

After we quieted a lot, Brett said, “Emma, you’re one of the best examples of why and how this ... family is so good for girls like you. It’s not true that all of the girls were much like you in many respects, but it is true that many, perhaps most, shared many aspects of the personality you had when we met you, being at least a bit timid, but certainly being ... uncertain and wholly unsure of what you wanted to be and how you wanted your life to go when you grew up. I think I can speak for the whole family when I tell you, I love this grown-up version of you.”

Rhee’s “Hear, hear” was audible over the general vocal agreement of the family members present. At some point, a point I missed, Emma began slowly posting on Seamus’ cock. While some of her actions were focused on eating her soup and sandwich, much of her attention was focused on enjoying Seamus, during what seemed at the time like her rising to orgasm, but not before most or all of us were finished with lunch.

When she put her soup spoon down into her bowl and it made a bunch of clanking sounds, she said over her shoulder, “Hold onto me.”

Seamus put the remnant of his sandwich down, wrapped both arms around Emma – putting his left hand on the right side of her tummy and his right hand on her left breast, then said, “Go for it, Emma. I’ll go with you, I think.”

“Wait, then. Let me get turned around.”

It took longer than necessary, but it seemed like she didn’t want Seamus’ cock to escape her pussy. She slowly and carefully rotated on his penis, but she managed to get her chest on his, gave him a scorching kiss, then began bouncing.

I believe most of us were surprised when Rache got up from her place, stepped over to the lovers, slid between Emma and the table, and began loving on Emma’s back – running her hands all over it and placing kisses on it.

Emma moaned in response as she hunched her shoulders in pleasure.

“I’ll remember this, Rache, and will repay you when I get a chance.”

“No repayment required, not in this family. I’m getting more than enough out of this to keep doing it for myself.”

“Okay, but...”

She let out a grunt-moan at what must have been a particularly wonderful drop onto Seamus’ penis, and that, apparently, precipitated Mare into rising from her chair and nearly running out of the room.

On her way into the living room, she said over her shoulder, “I’m okay. Nobody should follow me.”

From my seat one person over, I could barely hear Civ say, “Yeah, I guess not.”

I whispered over to her, “‘I guess not,’ what?”

“She needs to ... orgasm.”

“Ah. I should have figured that out. How are you?”

“Okay, but I’ll be so fucking happy in late April.”

“Are you gonna go crazy on all of us?”

“You can count on it. I can’t believe how often I make myself cum ... nearly every day, these days.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, we made the rules.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t feel sorry for you.”

“Okay, but it’s ... particularly ... exciting for me when ... Seamus is involved.”

“I’m sorta sorry about that, too. Obviously, we had no clue you two would fall for each other.”

“Of course, but that’s not your fault that ... I’m so much like ... you older girls.”

“How’s that?”

“You not only don’t get jealous when your guys have sex with other girls, you enjoy it. That’s one of the main reasons I know I was meant to be ... LA. It turns me on so much when I ... know, particularly when I hear ... my guy having sex with someone.”

“Civ, among a group of amazing girls, you may well be the amazing-est. We’re confident you could handle – now – the sexual relationship within the LA.”

“I think I could, too, but I’d rather wait than find out I can’t. That ... uncertainty is just about the only reason Mare and I haven’t ... capitulated to our desires.”

As Emma began to give out strong indications that she was climbing the Stairway, I whispered a bit more loudly, “We’re all proud of you two, Civ. Even if I’d had my ... current non-angry mindset ... when I was your age, there’s no way I could have ... mentally handled a sexual relationship with ... anyone, much less everyone I now love. I suspect it may not be much help, but we all greatly respect both of you for sticking to your rules.”

“Are you kidding?! That respect is one of the two other reasons we haven’t changed the rules.”

I had to estimate what the end of her sentence was, because Seamus began grunt-moaning, and that caused Emma to begin climbing the Stairway more rapidly, and the two of them began racing each other to the top.

It’s funny how minds work. I was mostly concentrating on listening to and watching two of our spouses send each other into Nirvana, but my mind was taking in the entire situation and looking at it from a slightly different angle than I’ve managed before. There were 13 of us sitting at the table watching and listening as two of our spouses were enjoying each other. All of us were seemingly enthralled at watching an activity we’d watched and heard ... hundreds of times before, but which most people – and nearly everyone of ages similar to mine – had never seen or heard in person. I’m amazed how I enjoy watching that so much, watching my sisters ... or even other girls enjoying sex with our guys. I’ve come to believe that, at least within the LA, that enjoyment ... rather, that capacity to enjoy that is how so many of us girls can share so few guys. Yes, we enjoy, greatly enjoy, the girl-on-girl sex, and most of us would probably be mostly satisfied with having only lesbian sex. But that does not matter here, as we also watch – and enjoy watching – a lot of girl-on-girl sex. Yes, sometimes the sex is just for sex’s sake, but a lot of it is letting individual wives know that we’re in love, demonstrate that we’re in love.