Chapter 231

June 22, 2018 (Friday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

I woke in darkness to a hand on my left breast.

Almost inaudible, Lana said, “Sorry. I just woke up horny.”

“I don’t mind. That feels good. Would you like me to get you off?”

“I’d love it if you wanted to do that.”

I responded by rolling onto my left shoulder, moving my right hand to her right breast, and fondling it lightly, but pinching the nipple occasionally. After a bit, I slowly ran that hand down and across her belly to her left hip, then back across her mons to the base of her right leg, then back and across her vulva to her slit. I was amazed at how wet she was as her labia majora parted easily and I ran my index and middle fingers, respectively, on either side of her labia minora, which resulted in a low, nearly inaudible groan deep in Lana’s chest.

I was bringing those two fingers back up, when Cera, on Lana’s other side, softly asked, “May I play, too?”

Lana replied, “Kiss me.”

Cera had to be a bit more disturbing to our bedmates, as she had to roll farther over her right shoulder, but also needed to elevate her head and shoulders to get her mouth on Lana’s. She managed that with little disturbance to the mattress [and aren’t memory foam mattresses great for that?], and she and Lana initiated a soft kiss while Cera put her left hand on Lana’s left breast and began softly playing with it.

I continued to move Lana’s wetness around, occasionally running a finger lightly past her clit, and every time I did, she moaned softly. On my hand’s fourth trip down her opening, I used my ring finger to run outside her left inner lip, switching my middle finger to between her labia minora and driving it inside her, resulting in a slightly louder moan that included a few mini-grunts. I don’t know how long Cera and I worked softly on Lana, but she slowly ramped upward.

After I drove my middle finger into Lana the third time, I whispered, “Cera, I’ll take her clit if you do her lips and inside.”

Lana squeaked.

Cera and I coordinated a sensual assault between Lana’s legs for a few minutes more, with Lana producing only low moans, although it did seem like she was rising toward orgasm, albeit slowly. But then Cera found Lana’s G-spot, Lana emitting the rolling groan-of-sorts typical of sharp feelings catching her on an inhalation, and then she was off to the races. I leaned over her and pasted my mouth to hers, immediately receiving a groan in my mouth. She went up and over in a surprisingly quiet orgasm.

Lana panted for a bit, made a few deeper breaths, then said, “Thanks, guys. I love you so much.”

I woke to someone crawling out of bed. When I picked up my head, I saw that there were few of us left in bed, and wondered how I slept through more than a dozen of us starting the new day. None of those were Lana.

“Thanks, Beth. That was a weird, but very wonderful orgasm, and I’ll thank Cera as soon as I see her.”

Since my bladder was screaming, I excused myself and headed to the bathroom, where I contributed to one of the porcelain fixtures, then headed upstairs to a breakfast of cold cereal and a question.

“Who was that who had an orgasm after 2:00?”

I asked, “Did it wake you?”

“No. I was awake because my brain woke me up with an algebra problem.”

Rhee responded, “Why am I not surprised that Civ’s being woken by algebra problems? In many respects, you’re not at all like Beth, Civ, but in many others, you’re frighteningly similar. While she hasn’t done that in a while, at least that I know of, she certainly did that in Algebra I. I wonder what it is about that class.”

“Do you truly want to know,” Lana asked as she stepped into the dining room with her cereal bowl and a glass of pomegranate juice.

“I don’t need to know, I just wanted to make a point about that. As long as it wasn’t too ... rambunctious or loud, Mare and I wouldn’t mind sex going on in the bed when we’re there. If I weren’t already awake, I’m sure that wouldn’t have woken me. How did you keep it so quiet?”

“That was me,” Lana replied. “I woke up very horny for some reason – probably a very sexy dream, but I don’t remember it. Beth and Cera helped me out. I can keep my responses to sex pretty quiet, but that was an odd orgasm for me. It kind of snuck up on me as it didn’t have a lot of great feelings before I climaxed.”

Mare asked, “Does that happen a lot? I didn’t hear that last night and I don’t remember hearing anything like that before.”

Celeste responded, “No, but that’s usually because we get our jollies before we go to sleep. Given how we live, particularly with Brett usually having an erection inside his Katherine panties, we get excited a lot. That’s one of the biggest benefits of having so many bedmates: There’s usually at least someone else who needs some loving.”

Mare responded, “We haven’t asked Padme, but Civ and I wouldn’t mind if you girls had sex under the covers when we’re in bed, although it would probably be best if none of our immediate neighbors were involved.”

Padme immediately stated, “I wouldn’t mind.”

We rushed through showers after returning from practice – first in, first paired, bolted down lunch, then headed for Armoire, arriving right around noon.

On the way, I asked Mia, “How was the shower with Brett?”

“Not all that different from pairing with any of the girls. It’s ... always exciting. The only real difference from showering with a girl is occasionally having that pointy thing poke me in a leg or my butt, and I don’t mind that at all. I’m becoming less and less concerned about ... my interest in girls.”

“Good for you,” Brit exclaimed. “Sex with either sex, at least in the compound, is always good, no matter if it’s Brett, Meka, Andy, Charlie, Rhee, or anyone else.”

We arrived to find the back door chocked, so I moved the chock as Meka stepped inside and said, “Now, that’s a great welcome!”

I was inside in time to watch a naked Katherine step into Meka and hug her hard.

Meka returned the hug, but said, “Had you waited a minute, this could have been a naked hug.”

“I wouldn’t mind getting a second hug with you.”

“Oh, sure,” I replied. “Then we’d be here in the back hall all day and not get anything done.”

“There is that. Feel free to get naked, if you want. You girls seem to have enabled Alyssa to allow herself more latitude.”

Lana said, “Too bad the staff couldn’t be naked for work.”

“Hah. Wouldn’t that be great? We’d gain a lot of customers, but we’d lose quite a lot, too, but the ones we’d gain would be ... oily at best. No thanks.”

Liya began to ask a question, but Katherine held up her hand, and said, “Maren, may I talk to you?”

Mare returned a slightly nervous, “Sure.”

“When’s your birthday?”

“August 23^rd. Why?”

“Would you like to start work on the 25^th?”

“What? I won’t be 16 this August.”

“I looked into the work regs, and, with a work permit, 14-year-olds may work in non-dangerous occupations.”

“Reeeea-leee?” When Katherine nodded, Maren asked more sedately, “What’s required to get this ... work permit thing?”

“It’s pretty simple: proof of age and approval by your school principal. You’d need to get a Social Security number if you don’t already have one. Most importantly to me, you’d need your parents’ permission.”

“Katherine, I’d so like to work here.”

“And I’d so like to have you work here. There are rules concerning how much time you could work in a week, particularly on school days, but I wouldn’t have you work very much because I think education is very important, and I wouldn’t want to take you away from the soccer teams or your friends too much.”

“What would I do?”

“I’d teach you some aspects of stocking and other things to do with the floor, but mostly I’d like to have you model clothes.”

“Me-eee? Model clothes,” she squealed, the pitch of her voice rising strongly.

“What did you think about that outfit you got last Saturday?”

“I love it! Thanks, so much for it, Katherine.”

“Sweetie, had I had more of those, I’ll bet I could have sold three or four with you modeling that outfit that day.”

I butted in, saying, “Maren, you’re very cute, oftentimes lovely. You’re relatively tall and nicely slender. All of your parts, the parts that lots of people are interested in like your face, your butt, your legs, even your chest – despite that you’d probably argue about that – are nearly perfect for a girl model.”

She looked into my eyes for many seconds, then turned back to Katherine and asked, “Is she right?”

“She is, Maren, and I’d like to get my hooks in you before one of the big modeling agencies snaps you up.”

“You really think those places would want me?”

“I do.”

“But if they ... did ... snap me up, that would probably require ... lots of travel. Right?”

“It could. Would that interest you?”

“No. At least, not right now. I don’t want to leave my friends, now that I’ve got so many good ones. Maybe later, after the ... freshmen all go to college. Besides, there are only 16 months until I can join the sexual portion of the LA, and I don’t want to miss that at all.”

“Maren ... May I use the nickname that the...”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“Thanks. Mare, if you’re truly interested in working here, I’ll need to meet your parents, probably here, and I’d start you with just Wednesday evenings and Saturdays. Is that something that would work for you?”

Mare started losing it with, “Y-you really m-mean that? You want m-me to m-model clothes?”

“I do, although I’d like to teach you other aspects of this business, some of it being basics – like how to arrange the floor, and some deeper stuff – like how to decide what to display and sell.”

Mare stepped into Katherine and broke down.

Our working visit to Armoire today did not involve any sex, despite all the nudity. It did involve naked pre-departure hugs for all with both Katherine and Alyssa.

On the ride home, Civ asked, “Will you ... will we be trying to get Alyssa to join?”

Liya replied, “No ... or ... not yet, at least. We discussed it a while ago and we decided then to focus on Katherine and Kath. Besides, with Alyssa being Katherine’s employee, that could get ... complicated, so we’re probably passing on Alyssa. However, I’m happy that we now have an even stronger relationship with her. I see the only change with her is hugs. Finally, we’ve got enough changes going on now without adding Alyssa to the mix.”

After showering and climbing into super-family get-together clothing, with Heather going one tube width narrower so showing a trace of underboob, we readied ourselves for the arrival of Raven and Taylor.

While we waited, we made two huge bowls of diverse salad, and were nearly finished when Mia quietly said, “They’re here.”

I dried my hands on a towel, re-hung it, then said, “Let’s go.”

Mia gave her mom a hug on the porch, after which she held the door open for her sister and mother, then followed them to the semi-super monstrosity at the other end of the living room to which I had led them.

“I wanted to have a short talk with you because, as I mentioned on the phone, Friday evenings are our social nights with the ... greater family, that is, involving all here in the compound as well as the parents of Brett, Lana, Cera, Katie, Meka, Civia, and Maren. We don’t know what will become of Mia and us, but, if you’re willing or interested, we’d like to include you in the get-together tonight.”

When Raven indicated receptivity to the idea, I explained how things usually progressed, from dinner through soaking in the tub, to dessert.

“The families have all become good friends, so everyone now arrives in swimsuits and spends the evening in them.” I looked at Taylor and admonished, “And you’ll have to stay in yours, even the top, until after the various parents leave.”

“I’ll be good.”

“Once you’re back in the house here – the J – you may remove your top.”

“Thanks, Beth.”

Raven jokingly asked, “May I remove mine then?”

“You may do what you like here, but you, Mia, and I should talk after the get-together breaks up.”

She had elevated an eyebrow at the first part of what I told her, and when I finished, she asked, “Whatever I like?”

“Up to a point and, if you wish, we can tack that discussion onto the end of the other one I just mentioned.”

“Since this ... get-together is a surprise to me, perhaps I should tell you that I brought only a ... fairly skimpy bikini.”

“That’s fine. Kath, Katie’s mom, typically wears a fairly skimpy one, too, and the only comment she’s gotten is that she rocked it.”

“So, the other parents are ... I guess they’d have to be fairly ... liberal in some aspects not only to condone but also to encourage and support the Las Amadas.”

“Yes, we’ve been pleasantly surprised by that very thing, particularly from Civ’s parents. They struck us as quite conservative in their lifestyle and various other aspects, but they’ve recently taken Maren’s mom into their marriage, as you know, and have given Civ broad leeway as to how she dresses and the things she does here. In fact, we’ve imposed stricter rules on the young girls’ clothing in mixed-sex situations than Civ’s and Maren’s parents did.”

“Interesting. I look forward to the evening. I assume that part of the need for our post-shindig discussion is Mia’s obviously happier and more settled disposition. Yes?”

“That’s the only planned topic, but I’d be fine with any you care to introduce, although adding sisters to the discussion might be necessary depending on those topics.”

As we were exiting the J, I told Raven, “I wonder what you’d call ‘very skimpy’ if that’s only ‘fairly skimpy.’”

“This one has a top.”

“Okayyyy, then. And let me be the first to tell you that you rock that suit.”

“Thanks.”

I put the bowl of salad I carried on the table in the pavilion and began introducing Raven to the Moms she had not met at our games.

Carol responded to the introduction by saying, “You look positively sizzling in that, Raven. We might need to hide our husband.”

“Your guy is safe with me, as I’m not interested in any guy with more than three wives.”

There was much chuckling.

“In that case,” Inez riposted, “may I suggest you look carefully at Jeff. He has only two, and they might be somewhat lonely.”

“He does, and he’s not looking for ... Oh, my. Maybe he does need another wife or, at least, a girlfriend.”

Carol, and many of the rest of us, guffawed at Kalina’s quip, as Kalina stepped over and hugged Raven, saying, “It’s good to see you again ... and to see so much of you. I assume that someone here has already said this, but, Girl, you freaking rock that. Emma, it looks like we need to hit Armoire d’Amour for racy suits, or else we might lose our husband to this raven-haired beauty.”

“You may be right.” Emma turned to me asking, “Beth, do you know when they’re re-opening?”

“No, but we might be able to get you two in for a private shopping experience if you wanted.”

“Truly?”

“Possibly. The swimwear section wasn’t within the sprinkler zone that activated for the fire, and both Katherine and Alyssa will probably be working tomorrow, as they’ve still got a lot to do to get the store in order enough to re-open. And Kalina, they’ve got suits that even with including a top, would expose more skin than Raven is showing.”

I then stepped to Kalina and Emma and told them, “Welcome back, mothers of my sisters,” and gave each a peck-and-a-half on the lips, after which I asked, “Did you lose Jeff somewhere?”

“Yes,” Kalina replied with a fake exasperated sound and expression. “That hoyden sister of yours intercepted him on the way out here. Something about math.”

Meka stepped up and asked her, “We have quite a few hoyden sisters. Did you mean the one with the scandalously narrow tube top?”

“I did. She might as well go topless with how little that tube covers.”

“Oh, god, don’t tell her that, ‘cause she wouldn’t hesitate.”

Emma chuckled at Meka’s words, put an arm around Kalina, reached up to plant a three-peck kiss on her wife’s lips, and then said, “I understand that the daughter of my womb wishes to have a conversation with her parents tonight, so we came over early. Where is she?”

“We left Civ, Lana, and her in the J, as they wanted to discuss something I know not what.”

Kalina stated, “I believe I see both of our daughters and that I know what Maren wishes to discuss.”

When Emma turned to see what Kalina had mentioned, she shook her head, turned to me, wagging her right index finger, and, with faux anger, “I blame this on you girls. Before she met you, Maren was a quiet, respectful, and modest girl. Holy smokes! Does anyone know where I can get a chastity belt?”

The entry into the pavilion of Mare, Civ, and Lana was highlighted by laughter at Emma’s joke. Despite the more modest suits of Civ and Lana, Maren was absolutely rocking a skimpy two-piece. The bottom was cut high up the legs despite the very low rise of the center portion. It covered her mons, but only just. When she did a quick twirl, I saw that the outer diagonal half of each cheek was in the air.

As her daughter approached, Emma said, “I hope you understand what will happen if you get assigned to the lap of one of the guys. Do you?”

“Um, I suspect what would happen in Brett’s lap, but that wouldn’t bug me.”

“Maren, what would happen in Brett’s lap would almost certainly happen in the lap of any of the other guys here.”

Mare’s eyes rounded, and Emma added gently, “Maren, my precious and getting-incredibly-lovely daughter, you could probably generate erections in most guys’ shorts if you were seated on their laps clothed in baggy jeans and an overly large sweatshirt, but wearing that, I’m sure that few heterosexual guys would not react like that.”

Civ quietly said, “Tol’ ya.”

Maren’s face nearly crumpled, but she overcame breaking down, then told Emma, “I’ll go change.”

Somewhat stridently, Emma replied, “Oh, no you won’t, young lady.” Quite softly, she added, “You’ll come over here and hug me.”

Maren ran the three steps to her mom, crashing into her and throwing her arms around Emma.

“Baby girl, here in the compound, you can get away with clothing like that. Elsewhere, you should be much more careful and think more clearly about your decisions. Is this what you wanted to discuss?”

“Um, no. Well, it’s ... slightly related. Umm, Mom, Katherine wants me to work for her ... modeling clothes at Armoire.”

Emma rattled her brain hard as she grunted, then asked, “Modeling? And did she give you that suit, too?”

“No. Or, not really. I’m going to pay her for it, assuming that you’ll let me work there.”

Emma glanced at me, then said, “How about if Kalina, Beth, you, and I find ourselves a corner to talk about this?”

The four of us grabbed one of the corners of the U couch in the lounge area and Emma said, “From the top, Mare.”

She explained Katherine’s offer yesterday, then her alteration of it today, noting the various tasks that Katherine wanted to hire her to do.

When Mare finished, I added, “Katherine told her today that had she had them to sell, she could have sold three or four of the dress Maren got last Saturday if Maren had modeled it the rest of that day.”

Emma gazed at me for a few seconds, then turned back to Maren and gazed into her eyes for a while, then sat back while emitting a long exhalation.

“I didn’t expect to deal with anything like this for two or three more years. Again, I blame the LA girls, who’ve befriended her, greatly increased her belief in herself, and enabled her to be truly happy for the first time in her life. All of those facets, Maren, are included in the reasons you’ve become so attractive this year. You don’t slouch, your eyes are frequently beaming, and you have a smile waiting to break out at the drop of a hat. Maren, I’m so proud of you and love you so very much.”

We had to wait through a few minutes of a breakdown, after which, Emma asked, “Beth, I think the Saturday trip to Armoire has moved from being a joke to a necessity. Can you set that up?”

“Probably. I can sneak out in a bit and call her.”

“Thanks. Maren, you already have a Social Security number, but I assume that there will be hoops that need navigating. Did she tell you any of that?”

“Mom, you’re ... considering allowing me to do that?”

“Considering? Yes. But I ... and my spouses need to understand more of what would be involved as far as your duties, how much time you’d work per week or month, your pay rate, and any governmental hoops that need jumping through.”

“She said that, at least to start, I would work only Wednesday evenings and Saturdays ... Oh, wait. We have some games on Saturdays. I wonder if Katherine could do Sundays. Anyway, she didn’t want me to miss out on being with the team or my sisters. She also said that she’d pay me ten dollars per hour to start, but that if things worked out as well as she thinks they could I might get 12 dollars per hour or more within a few months.”

Mare’s three parents were pole-axed until Kalina asked, “Do you know that starting wages at places like McDonald’s are under nine dollars per hour? Or that such employees, if they stand out in excellence, might get to nine-and-a-half dollars per hour in their first year of work?”

“R-really?”

When both Jeff and Emma nodded at her, with a strong quaver in her voice, Maren asked, “She really thinks I’m worth that much?”

Softly, Emma replied, “Dear daughter, if ... Katherine were correct and she could have sold even just three of those dresses you got last weekend, you would already have made for the store what she offered to pay you to start.”

“Then she would make money off of me?”

“That’s what employment is all about. Honey, if I’m doing strictly my electrician job, that is, not including the ... extra for being a team lead, I earn a bit less than thirty-five dollars per hour, but the company charges the client nearly triple that for my time. And, Mare, that’s with almost 20 years of experience.”

“M-mom, why does she think I’m worth so much for something I’ve never done?”

“Honey, do you remember what you thought when you first saw yourself in the mirror while wearing that dress?”

“Umm, not really, although I really loved it.”

“You may remember that I thought you made that dress look beautiful. Everyone here thought the same. Part of that dress’s beauty was imparted by how happy you were in it, but much of it was what Katherine told you, that the dress was made for you. You have the precise ... body shape for which that dress was made, that would show that dress off in the best light. Katherine saw that, which is why she gave it to you. That’s also why she wants you to model for her because you’ll enable customers to see whatever she has you modeling in the best light, which would encourage enough customers to buy it to pay for your time and still provide the store with at least a little profit that it might not have gotten had you not modeled the outfits.

“Maren, any raises she offers will depend upon how successful she thinks you’ve been at raising the store’s bottom line, and that’s how employment works. If your efforts produce increased profit, then you share in that increase. At least, that’s how it’s supposed to work. Some employers don’t particularly understand that, but it sounds like Katherine understands that well. While she might be willing to take an initial slight loss in paying you, I imagine she would give you some time to prove her trust in you was well-placed. Be aware, however, that if you don’t increase profit, then your job’s days would be numbered.

“Sweet daughter of mine, we should join the get-together so that we can all eat. We’ll see what Beth can set up for us tomorrow and, if it works out, we’ll meet with Katherine at Armoire tomorrow. Once we know more, we can have another discussion with more of the data, and more of the facts of how she sees your job. Beth, have you ever seen models there?” When I answered negatively, Emma added, “Mare, it seems as if this is a new thing for her and possibly something she would not have done except that she sees something in you that makes her think it would work for the store. She may care very much for you, but a successful business does not stay successful if it gives away money for non-profitable ventures too many times.”

As we sat to dinner, I explained the presence of the Abernathy family, and Raven responded with, “I thank these girls for taking Mia in to enable her to work through some issues she’s been having, issues that a lot of these girls have faced and conquered. Despite that she’s been here less than a week, she’s already obviously happier with her life, so I’m indebted to both the Las Amadas and to the parents who support the LA. Thank you, all, for allowing our family to take part in your social today.”

Rache then walked around the table putting brown-paper-wrapped packages at Steph’s, Kalina’s, Jim’s, Sandy’s, Kath’s, and Alicia’s places.

Alicia looked up with a question on her face, but looked back at the item, picked it up, then turned to Richard, “I think we’ve gotten another photo from our two daughters.”

Brit broke in, “Alicia, Richard, thanks for considering me as part of your family. You know this, but I need to say it again, without the Williams-Clan parents and you two, I wouldn’t know what truly loving families are. Thanks for taking me in. I ... l-love you guys.”

Richard responded, “Brit, we’re happy to have you. You’ve brightened our lives and our family. We understand why you spend so much of your time here, so we’re thrilled that you still visit us and keep that family feeling we have with you alive.”

Brit stood from her chair, walked around to Richard’s, encouraged him to slide his chair back, climbed into his lap, pulled his arms around her, and said, “You and Alicia make me feel safe and loved, like I feel here in the compound.”

He craned his neck and kissed Brit’s hair.

With her husband’s hands occupied, Alicia unwrapped the soccer portrait, scanned back and forth across it, and said, “This is ... precious,” then leaned over and kissed Brit’s hair. “Richard, we need to figure out how we can hang these portraits of our daughters’ family.”

Carol responded, “If this is personal, I apologize, but why can’t you hang them?”

Richard exhaled, inhaled, then replied, “I’m relatively sure that Keenan would not intrude into our room, and even if he did, he would certainly maintain his good relationship with his two ... stepsisters after seeing the portraits, if he did. The easy relationship those three have is a real pleasure to us. Aaron is another story entirely. I truly thought I was treating them the same, but Aaron has become a ... very large problem and we’re at our wits ends as to how to solve it. I’m afraid things will get worse before they get better ... if they get better.”

“I’m sorry for your pain. None of the rest of us has more than one child, so we’ve never had that problem, but you have our support if you need it. Just tell us what you need from us if you find you have a need.”

“Thanks, Carol,” responded Alicia. “These get-togethers provide much of the balm we need from dealing with Aaron.”

Steph asked Celeste, “You don’t mind showing your breasts to the various parents?”

“No. I doubt I’d do it in person but in these portraits? No problem at all. Various parents, we design these portraits for you who are also friends. We’re expressing our appreciation of you, what you do for us, and how you help us. With these portraits, we focus on the love and deep friendship within the LA, but with little suggestions here and there of the sexual relationship that is tied to our more meaningful ... spousal relationship. The young girls ... and all of us, really ... greatly enjoy the process as we get to work together to design something fun, interesting, and illustrative. We’re currently on hiatus for the next portrait, as we’ve run into something of a ... production incapability. When we solve it, we’ll have another portrait for you.”

Emma asked, “Civ, I assume you’re holding up your new breasts here?” When Civ responded positively, she chuckled and asked, “Whose idea was that?”

“Your eldest daughter’s.”

Emma shook her head, smiling, then asked, “We can expect more?”

“Oh, yes,” Rache replied. “Your two daughters wouldn’t have it any other way. We might need to warn you that the ... sexual aspect ... No, that’s not quite right. Subsequent portraits may be ... more explicit, not of sex, but of ... the comfort we share among us. Yes, that’s what I mean.”

Alicia responded, “We’ll greatly appreciate any we receive and, if I interpret Rache’s intention correctly, we’ll appreciate them regardless of how many breasts or other such parts are visible in them.”