Chapter 347: Reacquainting

This conversation is the most interesting one I have ever had with any of my uncles.

“I’m sure it was a chore, but you have never been one to turn away from giving it your all,” my quiet uncle said.

Loudmouth didn’t know when just to shut the fuck up.

He jumped in with both feet, not realizing it was a bottomless hole of shit when he commented, “What you are bitching about then? It sounds like you have kids all over the place, and not a damn one wants you to pay a dime in child support. You’ve got it made. No mad girlfriends to mess up your chance to get laid all you want in college, right?”

“That sounds amazing, but I’m not going back to college. Already having earned bachelor’s and master’s degrees from multiple colleges, plus some PhDs, I would be wasting my time,” I said as I walked him over to where my parents had gotten all my degrees and PhDs frames and on the wall. “I had some of my best friends, who happen to be girls with three of which being lesbians, get into a nasty car crash that killed one of them, at least technically.”

I went out to where my aunts could hear the details about what I did while waiting on Paula, Annie, Crystal, and Trudy to walk out of the private hospital or leave in body bags. I didn’t go into great detail about the school board.

“Mom and dad told me I could try to do what I wanted before time to have the meeting. If I didn’t get done what I wanted, then I started my sophomore year over as the board demanded,” I said. “I didn’t even know there was a program doing this kind of testing for kids to show they had the knowledge expected from their student body to graduate. I only wanted to see if I could get college credit for testing out of the core classes based on the AP and college-level tests the school gave me. High school had nothing to teach me, and some of the tests were for four-hundred and graduate-level courses that they got from somewhere. I planned to provide the board with my college transcript, from a prestigious university, to show them why I wasn’t going to be returning to high school. What is the point if I already tested out of a year or two of college.”

Loudmouth is at a loss for words.

He put a hand on my shoulder and said, “That kicks my butt, and I thought I did well to have a master’s in basket weaving by twenty-two. I still don’t get how you have been around all your girl cousins, usually naked, for your entire life, and yet you never messed around with any of them. I know Tina has been interested in playing house with you since she was little.”

“I can only guess here, but I suspect it is how my parents raised me. For the same reason, I didn’t mess around with any of the boys, that are my cousins. I am sure it has something to do with me ignoring everyone all through middle school, when they and I hit puberty,” I told him. “Maybe they played with me, and I wasn’t paying attention. Who knows? I still treat them the same as always, though, only now I get to enjoy their curvier bodies. As you already know, I have other non-familial fields in which to sow my wild oats.”

Wow. That got a laugh out of all the men and half the women. I wonder if more women would have laughed if they didn’t have food in their mouths?

Loudmouth quickly realized that I could run circles around him, and do so politely, as my parents required. I saw an honest look of respect from him that I didn’t see toward my dad or most of my uncles.

“You never answered about what you plan to do now, David,” the quiet uncle asked.

I shrugged and said, “I’m not all that sure. I have a friend, who I met at a performance driving school, whose dad owns resorts and restaurants all over the world. He keeps trying to get me to come work for him as a spy to check out how the places treat ‘Joe the Plumber’ compared to the business’s preferred clientele. I’m sure you’ve gone out to eat at a fancy restaurant only to sit there for hours to get a table and then have to grab a burger somewhere because you never got seated, even when they had plenty of seats and staff. I visited a few where the only reason they were in the black was due to their bar making it hand over fist from the people waiting on a table they would never get. Some of the places she took me to earlier this year are beyond amazing. It even had areas in it made for the kings that have harems.”

Loudmouth thought I was full of it, so I told them specific names of places, then I pulled up some pictures on my phone. In particular, I pulled up one with me holding Tee and Dee. Camden, Corwin, Skylar, Mary, Elena, Bambi, and Bart were also in the picture. Everyone was naked, and Elena clearly showed someone fucked her very recently.

“I’m holding Camden’s, Bambi’s, and Bart’s little twin brother and sister, Tee and Dee,” I said, pointing each person out as I mentioned them. “That is Corwin, Skylar, and Mary. I don’t have a clue how I know each of their languages fluently, but they are happy having someone other than Camden who can converse with them. Lastly, that is Elena. We are at one of her dad’s clothing-optional resorts over Spring Break when a lot of beyond rich people come to vacation together once a year.”

Quietly, Loudmouth asked, “You get with any of them besides your friend Elena? I would have cut off my arms to get a chance to spend ten minutes with women that looked that amazing when I was your age.”

Might as well hit this one out of the park. It isn’t like they will get mad for me telling my extended family.

“As a matter of fact,” I started saying. “Camden, Corwin, Mary, and Skylar are each pregnant with my kids, not that I had any say in the matter. They were here in December, and the babies seem to be developing as their doctors expect. Skylar and Mary’s dads each had large harems. Their fathers passed away unexpectedly this year. Being the chosen heir for each of their families, the women in the harem now belong to them. Each suggested that they want my child to have many brothers and sisters around the same age. I don’t know exactly how many wives their fathers had, but their suggestion makes me think of a stallion chained into a stall with mares brought in for me to mount. When I was fourteen, that would be a dream come true. Now, I think about spanking it into a test tube. A turkey baster is a more personal experience of the two options.”

One of my other uncles said, “That would kill me for sure, and I run a ten-K every morning when I can. Servicing a group of women until they get knocked up would get old quickly too.”

Before anyone could ask more about what I wanted to do, or who I did, I asked that same uncle, “Want to run right now while most of my cousins are still walking zombies? It has been too long since I worked out. I will try to slow down to your pace.”

Just go on thinking that I am joking.

Both of his sons and Terry all wanted to join us for a run. Terry followed the guys up to my room to get something to wear to run and borrow some sneakers. I watched the mischievous grin on Terry’s face as she waited for the guys to strip, to pull on a jockstrap before she took off her clothes. Quickly I removed the wrap over her tits and went to get her what barely passed for a sports bra. If she had larger tits, she would have kept popping out. As it was, her nipples pushed out a quarter of an inch below the top edge of the bra holding her tits. Being a tomboy meant she never shaved her legs, even if she had light hair that is hard to see.

“David,” she asked sweetly. “Can you wax my legs for me quickly. We don’t have time for me to shave them.”

I can do that, Terry. Just keep sitting there in only a sports bra and socks.

While I did wax her legs quickly, the guys were getting a good show of her wet snatch. They got an even better one when I pushed wax strips on either side and pulled off all her pussy hair except for a narrow patch on top. I used the oil on her legs, but when I got to her mound, she took the oil from me and said she could get that area while I cleaned up the wax stuff. I heard her moan, and then both guys hurried into bathroom stalls.

Back in my bedroom, she pulled at my shorts to get my dick hard.

“I know it will hurt, but can you jam it in me as far as it can go so I can feel it inside me? The guys both take meds that make it hard for them to cum, so we have a few minutes. I don’t want to fuck, at least not right now. I want to have your dick be the first one inside me. I’ve been on the pill since back when I turned into a pizza face, but I think mom was worried about me sneaking off to skinny dip with my friends. I still don’t care that I have a cunt and tits, or that they have dicks. My best friends don’t even get hard around me, but they do any other girl who comes to skinny dip,” Terry told me.

She only wants to have me in her, too, not to fuck. I’m good with that.

Terry was tight and wet, so five inches slid in easily, without any resistance. Another two seated in her after a few full strokes in and out. I bottomed at seven inches inside her. She sat up a bit to look and feel my dick inside her as we listened for one of the guys to get off or give up. I thumbed her clit quickly as I began to use the place in my head to overload her body with orgasm energy. She was already flowing over the sides of her cum bucket. When Terry came, she pushed her pussy hard at my dick, burying the last two inches inside her. That squirming caused her to cum again.

One of the guys grunted out loudly, flushed, and started washing his hands. I slid from inside Terry to tuck things again. He had no idea what happened in the room while he serviced his needs. As they dressed, he kidded Terry about never going into his bedroom to rub herself off. Her scent still filling my room would get him busted for sure.

Both guys were a little uncomfortable in their jocks after rubbing their dicks raw.

“Catch. Rub that on your dicks. It works in seconds and lasts most of the day. One of the nudist camps I visited a few years ago, with my friend Molly, had that available for the guys in middle and high school, for obvious reasons,” I told them. “I’m calling Molly to have her come over to go over your meds with you and your parents. She is beyond smart. If there is a way to replace your meds with an herbal concoction, she will know how to do it. If not, she will know what to have you take to be able not to have to rub your dick raw trying to pop your cork to keep your dicks from drooling non-stop.”

Both were embarrassed. Terry told them how it made her happy that her body got them so horny they needed to take care of things. Maybe she would do that when we were running too, even if she was more interested in being a tomboy than a girl.

They know enough about girls not to tell her that seeing any teenaged girl rubbing oil on her pussy and then getting off would make the pope hard.

We soon headed down to get my uncle to run. I have a few different running routes that are a mix of one and two-mile circuits that are at most half of a mile home if I use the intersecting streets.

“Since you know the routes, David, why don’t you set the pace,” my uncle suggested.

“How about one of you set the pace, and I will match your pace. I don’t know how fast I can run a ten-K because I don’t time myself, I just run. Most times, I won’t even pay attention to the distance. I use running to clear my head,” I explained. “When you see what I mean, you will also know why I can’t, exactly, go compete.”

One of the boys commented, “Todd and I will do it. I know that if Terry sets the pace, we won’t make it two miles before we are exhausted.”

So off we went. I didn’t tell the boys, but the pace they set was just a bit faster than a fast walk for me these days. Terry seemed to be just running along without even raising her heart rate that much. My uncle, normally, ran a much quicker pace too.

After the first two miles, I pointed out the cross streets that would take them back to my road. It wasn’t all that hard, and they had their phones to use Giggle Maps if they got lost.

“We will check on you as we come back around. I need to stretch my legs a bit,” I told the boys.

My uncle said, “Seems I’m setting the pace now. Let me know if it is too fast for either of you.”

He didn’t see Terry roll her eyes.

Now his pace was enough to get Terry warmed up and breathing faster, but that was about it. My uncle looked to see that I wasn’t the least bit winded and hadn’t broken a sweat yet.

“Thanks for humoring an old man by letting me think I was faster than you two. Go on already,” he said with a smile.

I swatted Terry’s butt and told her she was the pacesetter now. Her short legs may still be growing, but she worked us up to running at a nice pace, but not so much that we couldn’t talk a bit.

We had lapped my two cousins and uncle before she said, “This has nothing to do with what we did in your room before our run, so don’t get all cocky on me. We’ve both seen a lot of dicks over the years. I don’t fantasize about girls or guys when I am getting myself off. I tried things with girls, and they felt unbelievable but didn’t make me lust to do them again. You probably never heard my mom say it, but when you stayed over at my house, she wanted us around each other. Even if it never worked out for us to bathe together or share a bed, you always made me put on girl clothes and do all I could to look like a girl. Today I wanted to dress like a girl and play with myself in front of them. I peeked in on them, jacking off a few times to see what the big deal was about them having fat dicks. I’m so happy you have a long one that didn’t get fat too.”

She quieted down when we approached the boys walking back to my house. That was it for them today. My uncle was starting the last mile of his run.

“Are there any parks around here that high school guys like to hang out? Being around you makes me want to show off a bit while looking like a girl. Too many of them assume that my being a girl means I’m frail and shit,” she asked.

I thought it over before saying, “Not any that we can run to, but we can swing by the house to get some gloves and a football if you want. Can you still knock the wind out of a guy with a football? You always threw hard when we were younger.”

“I did the last time my friends let me throw a pass to this doof that came over making comments about a girl playing football. He wouldn’t have even known I was a girl if not for me being on the skins team,” she said with a laugh. “I have to ditch this bra first, though. I want them to see my tits clearly though a shirt. Well, being honest, I want them to see my pussy and the bit of hair you left me.”

I smiled and told her that I had her covered. Olive would want to come too, and maybe a few of the boys.

Inside we headed up to my room to rinse off. I called down to ask if any of the other kids wanted to head to the park so Terry and I could throw a ball around for a bit. Olive popped up to my room to say she wanted to go with us. Jill wanted to go flirt. Two of the younger boys didn’t like swimming and needed to burn off energy.

In my closet, I found what Terry needed. It was a mix of a dress with a shelf bra and shorts. I had no idea what people called this outfit. I quickly adjusted the shelf bra so that if she pushed her chest out the least little bit, you could see her tits and nipples. When she leaned forward, the top fell forward, too, exposing her bare tits for all to see. The built-in shorts, Terry told me, were designed to be loose around the legs for wearing leggings or tights. She wasn’t going to wear any panties. It would let her appear modestly covered up, but twisting the right way or scooting sideways in her seat would push the crotch over to give a nice shot to anyone with the right angle to look. Olive giggled at what Terry had in mind but said she liked what she had on better.

Terry and Olive’s moms pulled me into the nursery and closed the door to have a chat.

“Will you beg your parents to adopt Olive and Terry?” my aunt asked.

My other aunt jumped in to say, “I had no idea Olive had even hit puberty, but there is no question with the show she is giving everyone. I know her too well to think that she is oblivious as she runs around like always. Only you could have gotten her to put on a shirt that tight. Olive adding baby fat makes her self-conscious. Or it did.”

Terry’s mom said, “You still make Terry want to prove to you that she is a girl, even if she plays harder than most boys. I know your mom never told you, and probably still won’t, but when you were a little kid, none of you had any care in the world about if you were a boy or girl. Around nine, the girls didn’t want to bathe with their brothers or male cousins anymore, except for you. If you were visiting, it was all we could do to keep clothes on them and you. I know any that were awake were up naked in your room last night. Carol didn’t have to say anything for me to see that you two hooked up. It pulled her out a funk she has been after the last accident that kept you in a coma for so long. Her mom is clueless as always, but her dad picked up on it too. Just be careful around Terry. If she is going out dressed like that, then she will be leaving a wet spot in your car seat. I’m positive that you will have sex with her before we leave tomorrow, even if you don’t want to do it with her. She’s been on the pill since she was eleven, and we got her one of the implants too. Her doctor said the added hormones might make her have no choice but to start being a girl.”