Chapter 52: Epilogue: Part 2: Packing (Morning)

Okay. “Come with me kids!”

“Yes Daddy!” they responded in unison, following after him.

“Honey, are you sure that’s wise? If there is anything you don’t want them to see, they’ll likely see it when Manny goes to get the suitcase.”

“I’m sure. The unmentionables are hiding behind some of my dress clothing. I’d rather not have to answer questions about...”

Vanessa ... you should probably come here right away.

Why?

You left a few things out.

Yikes! Be right there! “I trust you two to start with whatever.” Vanessa rushed toward the bedroom. What could I have...

“Mama Vanessa” Isa started as she entered the room “what’s this?” she asked, holding up a floppy, multicolored object.

“That’s a...” have they ever seen your sex toys before my loves?

“Mama Vanessa?”

“Oh, sorry Isa. That’s an ovipositor.”

“An ova-positer? What does it do?”

“It’s...” she glanced at Emanuel, who nodded his head “like the dildos your Mommy and Mama Kara use.”

“But it has a hole in it.”

Petra nodded his head. “Yeah! It’s a long hole, too.”

“And it looks bigger than them too. And shakes funny.”

“It...” how do I put this delicately ... have either of you ever left your ben wa balls out?

More times than I’d like to admit honey.

That makes this a little easier then. “It holds something like the special balls your mommy and Mama Kara use. Only bigger.”

“It feels good?”

“To me. But like a dildo or vibrator, you won’t be able to use one until your much older. Can I have it back?” Isa nodded her head, handing the device to Vanessa. “You two can help move clothing from there” she pointed at the dresser “to there” she pointed to the bed, where Emanuel was laying down the suitcase. “And when you have everything out of the drawers, he’ll show you how to put the clothing into the suitcase. Okay?”

“Okay!”

She quietly gathered the rest of the loose toys and stashed them in the small duffel bag in the closet. And honestly, I’m not always in the mood for that kind of play. Its smaller cousin and the little bottle of ‘fluid’ it sprays tend to go in the travel kit.

So, are we going to find any ‘eggs’ in your fridge?

No Ally. I used the last one last night. The mold for making them is one of the cabinets, but that looks close enough to your typical jello mold that it shouldn’t raise any eyebrows.

And if it does, then you know you’re dealing with a fellow pervert, right honey?

I suppose so. She felt a tug on her shirt sleeve and glanced down. “Yes Isa?”

“We’re done with the clothes. Daddy left some for you to change into if you want.”

She glanced at the pile on the bed, then down at her work clothes. “That’s a good idea.” Thank you Manny.

I’ll see when I take these pants off. Vanessa quietly slipped off her shoes, then her pants, tossing them into the nearby hamper. Nothing feels... she began to think as Isa and Petra’s slowly widening eyes caught her attention damn-it. “It may not be what you two think.”

“So you didn’t” Petra started, then stood in shock.

“What do you think it is Isa?”

“Sometimes Mommy and Mama Kara leave spots like that on the towels they sit on when they’re not wearing pants. Mommy said its nat ... natural when a woman feels good. And sometimes Mommy or Mama Kara feels good just because. Did something happen to make you feel good Mama Vanessa?”

I am so glad you found a way to explain this to them Matron`. “Yes Isa. And I didn’t even realize it.”

They’ll see everything I have eventually. May as well make it happen on my own terms. She unceremoniously pulled the soiled pair down and tossed them into the hamper. Pass me a tissue please Manny.

You don’t need toilet paper from the bathroom?

I don’t bother with the lotion filled variety. A tissue will be fine. She sat down and quickly wiped up any remaining liquid, then looked up as she reached for the pile of clothing. “Is something wrong Isa?” Do you know if she’s seen either of you cleaning up after a round?

Not as far as I’m aware, but Manny was the only one who really picked up on the fact that one of them was eavesdropping on us. And I don’t think Kara was any wiser to that. But when we were toilet training her, I did need to teach her how to wipe herself properly. So I don’t think seeing that would surprise her in any real way.

“Do the balls that go in your floppy dill-doe really fit up your thing?”

It figures her question would be about the ovipositor still. “Yes. Women wouldn’t use things like this if they hurt them.” Which terms have you used with them for describing the reproductive system?

We’ve tried using the technical term, but it hasn’t really stuck as far as we can tell. She still defaults to ‘thing’. Feel free to try yourself if you want.

Maybe another time. Like when I’m not expecting my own parents in ten minutes. “Did Mommy explain how babies come out from there when they’re born?” The kids nodded their heads. Vanessa held her hands about six inches apart. “Well, a baby’s head is usually about this wide. That can come out of a hole” she narrowed the gap appropriately “that’s usually this big. What does that tell you?”

“Your thing is magic?” Petra suggested, uncertainty in his voice.

“No, it’s not. It’s designed to stretch a bit. When a mommy is giving birth to her baby, it stretches a lot; but even normally more can fit in it than you might think at first.”

“Really?” Isa asked.

May I, Manny?

I think I know what you want to say, and although I’m not entirely happy ... just be careful how you phrase it.

I will be. “Do you think Mommy or Mama Kara or me would want to do what we do with Daddy if his penis didn’t fit?” Isa shook her head. “I wouldn’t use this if it didn’t fit either.”

“Oh ... okay!”

Vanessa slipped the new pair on, followed by a pair of jeans. No questions about differences is in color or anything like that?

I think she can extrapolate ‘different size breasts are normal’ to ‘down there being different is normal too’. Anyway, you were getting concerned about time?

Yeah. She unbuttoned her shirt, slipped it off, and tossed it into the hamper. This design, huh?

What of it?

What design honey?

Vanessa slipped the t-shirt over her head. You’ll see soon enough. A sudden buzzing filled the apartment as she started to stand. Ally, can you hit the ‘answer’ button on the intercom and see who that is?

Sure. The intercom crackled to life, the voices coming from it too muffled for Vanessa to make it. Not your parents; a woman who looks about your age and someone doing that androgynous thing really well. She’s very confused.

That’s my sister Miranda and her partner. You can let them in; I don’t know how much Mom told her.

Okay ... she’s still confused, but she’s on her way up. Oh, and she said that your parents were maybe a minute or two behind last she checked.

So they’re early ... at least I had enough time to hide my toys. But I’ll need one of you in the bedroom to deal with the rest of the private stuff. She stepped into the hallway as the doorbell rang. Ally, can you get the door?

Gladly.

Wait, how much are... she started to think as the door opened, followed by a loud gasp of surprise never mind.

“Where’s my sister?”

“Right here Miranda” Vanessa started, stepping behind Allison. “How much did Mom tell you?”

“Not much. Just that you were finally moving out of this place, and you’d have some folks helping you.”

“That, young lady” a familiar voice drifted in from nearby “is because you hung up before I could finish talking. Now get inside before we annoy the neighbors.”

“Hola` Mama” Vanessa started, directing them inside “I’ll introduce everyone once you’re all inside.” It’s a good thing the kids are still in the bedroom. Miranda wouldn’t be making a good first impression.

Is she always this impatient?

Only when it comes to dealing with Mom.

“Why the sudden rush though sis? You usually give...” Vanessa watched her eyes glance over Allison and Kara “oh. I didn’t realize you’re bi.” She glanced again at Allison. “And considering you never thought about moving with Hugo ... is she ‘the one’?”

“Miranda, dear” the person standing next to her began “I think you’re wrong. “They turned to Vanessa. “Both of them, right?”

“Not quite right. Let me call the other people in who need to be in the room, and I’ll make proper introductions ... I promise.” Manny...

I hear you. Do you want me to wait until you call audibly?

No. Mom and Dad already know, and Andy will figure it out pretty quickly. Once they do, Miranda won’t be far behind.

Okay.

She watched him casually leave the bedroom; the two kids cautiously peeking out from behind him. “Okay, so ... my loves, my mother Maria, my father Ricardo, my sister Miranda, and her partner Andy.” She glanced back at them. “And these lovely people are my spouses. Kara’s the one beginning to organize the kitchen; she’s Allison, and most of you already know Emanuel...”

“Oh!” Andy exclaimed “so he’s the legendary one who ‘got away’. Interesting.”

Vanessa sighed loudly. “Yes ... and the two kiddos trying to hide behind him are Isabella and Petra.”

“Triad?”

Kara laughed, taking the stack of folded boxes from Ricardo. “Until yesterday. Now a proper quad.”

“And the kids? Whose are they?” Miranda asked, trying to get a better look at Isa.

“By birth or...” Vanessa started as Isa stormed out, looking Miranda straight in the eyes. Oh sis ... let’s see if you can pull this one out.

“It’s not ‘portant ... stupid question! She’s my Mommy, he’s my Daddy, and Mama Vanessa is just as ‘portant as Mama Kara!”

“I see” Miranda laughed, kneeling down near Isa. “I’m sorry. You’re right, it doesn’t matter. Can you forgive me?”

Isa glanced at her, then turned back to Vanessa. “Mama Vanessa?” Vanessa nodded her head; Isa turned back to Miranda. “Okay. I forgive you Aunt Miranda.” She turned to Andy as Petra joined her. “Uncle? Aunt? Diff’rint word?”

Andy laughed, their voice carrying a pleasant warmth. “Either is okay. Can I call you Isa?” She nodded her head. “It’s nice to meet you Isa.”

“Isa” Vanessa started, kneeling down next to her, lowering her voice considerably “try ‘Titi’ instead.” Isa turned her head to the side slightly. “It’s another word for aunt or uncle; one that fits how Andy sees themself.”

Isa nodded her head. “Titi Andy?”

Andy’s smile became a look of confusion; Vanessa suppressed a smirk a moment later as her mother broke out laughing. “Okay, what am I missing here?”

“My cheeky daughter” Maria started “just gave my new grand daughter a word that my siblings in Mexico would understand as ‘aunt’, but can also be used as a neutral form of the word too.”

“I see.” Andy turned back to Isa and knelt down. “Isa, can you come here for a moment?” Isa nodded her head and stepped in close. “Thank you for asking which one I prefer” she continued softly “and especially for using a neutral term.” They opened their arms wide. “Can I get a hug?”

“Okay.” Isa wrapped her arms around Andy’s torso.

“Uh ... you guys okay?” Miranda asked, glancing at them. “Your daughter is having a stare down contest with Dad.”

“Oh ... sorry” Vanessa started to reply, glancing over Isa attempting to intimidate her father. “It’s ... how do I explain...”

Andy’s eyes went wide as she looked between the four of them, then briefly at Isa and Petra. “Wait, you four can really ... and they can too?” Miranda turned back to her, a puzzled look on her face. “You know ... that kind of communication.”

Miranda’s eyes widened to join hers. “Oh...” she paused for a long while “that? Really?”

“I think so anyway.”

“Well, that depends on what you’re thinking” Vanessa started,

“I win!” Isa shouted, smiling at Ricardo. “Hug?”

“Okay, we’ll get back to this in a moment” Andy started, turning to Maria “how long did he last?”

“A few minutes.”

“I thought you two” he looked at Vanessa and Miranda over Isa’s shoulder “were tough to resist. She has as much fire as both of you combined.”

“Is that good Grandpa G?” Petra asked, stepping out from behind Emanuel at last.

“Very.”

Uh oh. I know that look.

What does it mean honey?

He’s gloating. He’s finally getting his revenge for everything Miranda and I threw at him growing up.

Allison laughed. “That’s exactly what our moms have said to...” she glanced around the room, meeting Miranda’s gaze “oops.”

“Wow. That’s actually possible? I’m kind of jealous.”

“I was for a long time too sis.”

“Now it makes sense to me why you let the hunk slip between your fingertips like you did.” She looked at Allison and Kara. “How long have...”

“Ten years as of a few days ago. And yes, we’ve had this gift that entire time. Now ... before any of us get distracted again...”

“Oh, I don’t need the help. But I appreciate it.” Maria grinned, then turned her gaze specifically on Isa. “I feel kind of left out Isa. I’m the only one here you haven’t stared down or hugged yet.”

Vanessa glanced over at Petra. Does the look on his face mean what I think it does?