Chapter 26

“In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
― G.K. Chesterton

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
― Robert Frost

Yes, before you ask, I got a taste of both Celia and Hypatia very soon after they arrived, though I waited for Scott’s turn with them. He deserved a chance to bed his own mother first, right? Well, both of them, of course, and that was the point, wasn’t it? I was fascinated to watch them in action, rolling around on the floor while the rest of us ate our supper ... leftovers, mind you. No one felt like cooking tonight.

Naturally, booze was included in that mix, and soon enough, the weed pipe was passed around. This wasn’t some kind of nicely scented, modern cannabis. No, this was good, old-fashioned skunk weed, and it was quite potent. Someone then broke out the hashish, and dayum! After that point, we all lost track of who fucked whom, completely out of it, a purple haze settling over everyone in an extremely crowded place. No one had any clothes on, either, at least not by now. I didn’t know or care who fucked whom and vice versa. Ideally, we would all get to know each other quite intimately.

When I awoke the first time, I was ... well, naked, of course, and I wasn’t alone, of course. I couldn’t tell who was bound and determined to ride my cock, but I wasn’t in the kind of mood to refuse her. Whoever she was, let her have her treat. Maybe she knew that it was me, maybe not, but if she couldn’t tell in the massive (but still somehow crowded), dimly lit living room, so be it. She didn’t seem worried about it, so why should I be? I just hoped that she came, preferably more than once before I did. Call me vain, but I love making a woman or teenage girl cream herself on my prick ... I’ve gotten hooked on that moment, that awareness.

That experience, I thought to myself. Oh, well, honey, enjoy it ... just use me as your dildo, your living, breathing sex toy. That’s what I’m doing to you right now, since I don’t see your face, so it’s only fair. Damn, though, the limited lighting in the room (did Dad and my mothers change the lighting for effect?) allowed me to see her fine, even exquisite derriere. Her buttocks were pretty damn close to perfect glutes, after all. I just let go and allowed her to do her thing, which she was quite happy to do while I admired her amazing bottom.

When I spilled my seed inside the mystery lady, I fell asleep and she creamed herself in spite of my supposed failure to hold back. Then she collapsed onto my chest and kissed my neck while I stroked her lovely locks and drifted back to sleep. This kind of scene was repeated off and on through the night until I awoke for the day because my bladder screamed at me.

I tripped a couple of times before I reached the john and nearly fell before I actually did fall. This caused me, embarrassingly, to have an accident, emptying my bladder on the floor in the nude. I looked down in horror at what I just did, but someone then promptly put something on the spot, wiped it up, dropped it in the hamper, and mopped up the rest. Then whoever it was dragged me to the shower before planting the most intense kiss on my lips that I ever felt.

It was Julie, of course. Who else would it be? She then wrapped her legs around me in the shower and did her best not to slip while she took me inside her twat in that awkward position. The sense that I got from her right then was just ... pure, undeniable love. She was irresistible, of course. She kissed my face, my neck, my shoulders, my chest, washed them, kissed them again, washed my back, my ass, my thighs, my groin ... and kissed every part of me before and after washing them. For whatever reason, she insisted upon kissing me all over my body.

Despite having been interrupted in the sexual act by her washing and kissing, Julie knew how to get me back at full mast. I made sure to wash and rinse her as well, making her moan, but quite especially whenever I slid inside her from behind and began actively humping her in that yummy position. My sister knew exactly how to make me know just what she felt for me ... and how to get my blood pumping just right. The sight of her freckled bottom didn’t exactly hurt her cause, did it?

When I erupted inside Julie from behind, still admiring her delicious ass, she creamed herself and cussed so loudly in French that I could tell that she wasn’t even trying to be subtle. She turned around, slipped me more tongue, and kissed me so fucking hard that I wondered how she wasn’t out of breath. Sure, she could use some mouthwash, but right then, I was so totally overwhelmed by the extent of Julie’s passion for me that I overlooked that in the heat of the moment. She didn’t, however, and turned beet-red at the knowledge of her “yucky mouth,” as they used to call it when I was younger.

“Mon Dieu, how could you stand that? My breath ... it is ... awful!” Julie scolded herself, but I took her mouth and closed mine with it one more time.

“Sure, it’s not the minty fresh breath of the ads, but it is you ... and you kissed me with it because you were so eager to kiss me that you forgot ... I wouldn’t recommend forgetting most days, but I can let it go thanks to your wonderful zeal for making out with me,” I told her, making her blush again and bite her bottom lip.

“Even so, I suppose that I should brush and use mouthwash, as should you, mon ami,” Julie told me as we dried off and began our morning hygiene routine ... together now.

“Naturally,” I grinned as I slapped her bottom and she wiggled it in response.

“It’s yours now ... you can do whatever you want with my ass, bro. It’s YOURS, in case you somehow missed it! It belongs to Jack Visconti, and I will get it inked, branded, whatever it takes to make it obvious to all and sundry that it ... and all of my holes, all of my orifices are the personal, private property of one Jack Visconti, namely you. All of my body parts are yours, Jack. All of me is yours, my love ... all of me!

“As for the others, well, it’s our way, isn’t it? Our marriage will be special and cherished, not from a dearth of others, but from abundance of love. Our new way of life is better, one of sharing our love with others. It comes from abundance instead of scarcity, of course. I can and will be your wife, as you shall be my husband. Just know that, deep inside me ... I am yours to the very core and fiber of my being. All of me is part of you ... and all of me is yours.

“This is an unconditional fact, too. Some of it is your size. Not gonna lie about that. The rest of it is just ... what I have seen in you since this week. I see everything about you and I realize that I am yours ... that I have found my living, breathing demigod, the object of my worship and my adulation. Just know that, however much I may dominate others ... I will ultimately always submit and surrender to you,” Julie surprised me with the intensity of her love for me.

Could such a passionate kind of love have emerged in less than a week? I knew that I was falling for her and was definitely a bit smitten, but just how powerful of a love could have formed in a mere week’s time? Sure, she was cute and sexy and pretty and all of that jazz, but I wasn’t much to speak of ... other than my genitals ... at least not yet. I was determined to change that and grow into the kind of man deserving of her devotion, her affection, her infatuation, whatever it might be. Something about this week’s events had given me a swift kick in the ass and I couldn’t be the same lad that I was before. It didn’t hurt that I felt more confidence than I ever had before ... and that partly drew girls as surely as my private parts did.

Yes, yes, despite my early resentment of my enrollment in the Program, I was very much in Jamie Lazaro’s debt, in Mom’s, and in that of so many others besides. They helped to change me into a very different kind of guy, far more confident and comfortable in my own skin than I thought that I even had the capacity to be. They saw something in me worth bringing to the surface ... and they had succeeded beyond their wildest dreams, at the risk of boasting, of course. It was buried under my past self-consciousness and insecurities, that was all. I was a better, stronger, wiser, and calmer version of myself ... and I liked that side of me a lot better than my old self.

“Well, honey, that feeling is so fucking mutual that you can’t even imagine how much!” I told Julie as I wrapped her in my arms and we made out and we exited the john.

We were immediately greeted by Mom, Noelle, Rania, and Dad. They all had big grins on their faces, especially seeing that none of us wore any clothes. In fact, the entire household was completely nude right then, as I could see by the brighter light of the Sun coming in through the blinds. It was a little overcast, but not as much as it was likely to be around Christmas Day, if most patterns held. All that I knew was that this past week had changed my life for the better and I looked forward to seeing what the break brought about, too.

That wasn’t even speaking of the next year.

“Ready for some breakfast? Maddie, Louisa, Jamie, Scott, and Aletheia are working on it together. By the way, your cousin Caressa wants to thank you for last night ... I’m pretty sure, if she wasn’t pregnant before ... she is now. Then again, that’s true of a number of girls, many of whom had you last night, as did Celia and Hypatia here,” Mom told me while Celia and Hypatia winked at me.

Sure enough, we walked into the kitchen, and there the five of them were ... Maddie, Louisa, Jamie, Scott, and Aletheia. They were all naked, of course, except for the aprons which didn’t cover much at all. As soon as they finished making the breakfast, which was about then, they dropped the aprons as well and joined the rest of us in full, frontal (and back) nudity. How they cooked for an army of people like this ... and how everyone else would in the future ... maybe economies of scale? Sorta like buying in bulk at Costco or Sam’s Club, right?

Well, plus, we were all about to pool our money and other resources and get a lot bigger place as soon as we could swing it. I looked forward to it, I thought as I grabbed a plate with one hand ... and fondled Lizzie and Dawn in turn with the other. They both smiled and kissed me very hard, as did each of my avowed slaves and other lovers, including the school nurse, Raquel Ortiz, and her daughter, Vanessa. There weren’t a bunch of places where to eat in the dining room, so we all sat and ate wherever we wished ... in that room, the kitchen, and the living room.