Chapter 357: Bureaucracy

Hmmm. Am I servicing a harem?

It wasn’t a very long drive home. I called my dad to chat as I drove. He needed to know what happened that took so long and then give him the details that I effectively had two “real” harems now that the girls would have my children.

“Oh, the humanity. How will you manage to survive with fifty or more girls and women wanting you to screw them as many times as it takes to get them all pregnant? What about the girls that are already physically women that can safely deliver a baby who is thirteen or younger?” he asked.

I laughed before replying, “The women have other methods to get my sperm where needed without my being involved sexually with those girls. I’m pretty sure that Skylar and Mary both told me that each harem has girls under fourteen who have given birth to my children. Some have carried my children three times. They still aren’t having sex with me until they are at least fourteen. I prefer them sixteen or older. Fourteen is getting a little too young.”

“It is good to know that you are willing to turn down sex with hot, horny little girls that want to, and can, have your baby,” he said with a laugh. “You do need to come home to service your harem here. Chrissy has some new friends staying here with her while her mom is on an extended overseas trip. Chrissy doesn’t mind. She is using the apartment over the garage. I have to say that I’m not sure I will ever get used to a father asking to chat with me to see if his daughter can sleep in your bed for a few days whenever you are home. Chrissy’s latest group of friends are sixteen. I’ve talked to all three of them, and they said they would like me to be their lover, but I’m married, so they want you instead. That is if you will have them and make the time to give them a good screwing.”

I laughed for a long time after he said that. I had the implant create some form of a calendar that my parents and Molly could access. They could decide if someone else needed to have access as required. I made sure that it had if I was taking April with me on the trips or not. It, of course, would be unhackable. Dad got a note on his phone that my calendar app was installed on his phone.

“Following Skylar’s suggestion, I will take April with me on some of the trips. She is big enough to travel now. Before I go, I plan to dig around to see what sorts of pilot licenses I can qualify to earn. I think that will make things a little easier as I try to be more visible to show that I am not impossible to find,” I told him. “Are your passports still valid?”

Dad replied, “Odd question to ask out of the blue. Did you forget we traveled out of the country over your birthday?”

“I wasn’t sure if they were still good. One of the side benefits of helping Steve years ago is that I have an express service that quickly provides them. I should have you new ones by the time I get home,” I told him. “I will get them for my brother and sister too. It never hurts to have passports for traveling the ways most of the world travels between countries. I doubt any country would question me walking in without a passport, but no need to push my luck.”

My implant told me that all the needed passports are ready to print, but I needed to finish setting up the new printer in a hidden room under the garage. It can access the shelter under the house, but I can’t get from the bomb shelter into this room.

When I got home, my phone directed me into the network closet with a poster printer. Pushing against seemingly random places on the storage shelves had them slide silently into a nook under the stairs to the apartment. When I closed the hidden door, it locked firmly into place and would require that I check multiple cameras to ensure I could leave this closet unnoticed.

Damn! Why would I have expected something more complicated than stairs under the stairs going up to the apartment?

When I went down the stairs, I noticed the sump pump hole and pipe going through the floor above me, but it didn’t connect to anything down here. I didn’t see any signs of anything down here. When I turned to go back up the stairs, my vision picked up some writing on the risers right on the edge of the X-Ray band. Doing things in the order shown opened a Munster’s style raising staircase. Below it was a regular-looking commercial building stairwell.

When I got to the bottom, the door unlocked automatically and opened.

Inside I saw why I needed to finish installing the printer. It was a bigger version of the one hidden under my TV in my bedroom. To the naked eye, it is a seamless box with no openings. I had to push in different types of energy to have the cartridge slots open. One of the cartridges held twenty of the purple all-access security badges and five of the black ones Darren received when he became head of the families. The printer had everything needed to print any credit card, including ones created from gold or platinum. Besides passports, it would do driver’s licenses for any country in the world and international ones. I kept putting in the cartridges it requested when one of the seamless panels seemed to melt away and then solidify once I installed the requested item. After loading dozens of them, a color laser printer started printing out stacks of already stapled pages.

When I started going through all the booklets, forms, and pages, I found that my idea of getting a pilot’s license would be only a push of a button. The instructions said it would be better to do all the testing to have things “official.” It did have all the required medical paperwork completed, signed, and notarized. I found that it noted my flight to get April as being in a multi-engine supersonic jet aircraft. I had other verified flights when I flew various other aircraft that weren’t soundless or hypersonic. I needed to arrive at a small airport on the other side of town to do my FAA verification testing in the morning. Whoever made the arrangements scheduled me to have a single-engine Cessna, dual-engine aircraft, and various jet aircraft trainers, some three-letter alphabet agency is administering my jet certifications. The propeller aircraft FAA tests came after the jets. It was merely a formality.

By the time I read all the different papers and test review guides, the passports finished printing. I shouldn’t have been surprised to find credit cards for my parents made from gold and the black ones that made snotty businesses cum in their pants when they saw them. I put them into the specially designed paperwork from the laser printer.

“These are legitimate, legal, and all generated by U.S. banks. All charges get paid off nightly from the fees paid by those using the bank on my island. The island is yet another of the properties I now owned. I couldn’t believe that it was only worth nine-hundred-million dollars. Everything built on the island took the total value to an even one-billion-dollars. The banking, property taxes, and other fees added up to two-hundred-fifty million dollars after taking out the costs required to operate the island,” A message on my phone told me. “Not bad for a hunk of rock barely large enough to have two buildings, generators, a wind farm, and a landing pad for a helicopter. All fees in that account were transferred to you when you took ownership of the island. It has close to a billion dollars currently.”

As soon as I made it back into the house, April came to ask me if we were going somewhere on a plane. I explained that I had other children, and they wanted me to visit, bringing her along. I didn’t know when we were going, only that she was going with me when I traveled. She ran off to tell my brother and sister. I went to find mom and dad.

“Here are passports for the four of you. Your current ones will remain valid until they expire. I already have one and picked up April’s. It is best to know that they are legitimate and leave things at that. They do have some perks. You will have access to secured courier lounges where you can lock everything in a safe that only you can access until you remove all your items. You also bypass customs anywhere in the world. No country will deny you’re entering or leaving, even if they have closed their borders. You should keep that to yourself,” I explained. “Now to bigger and better things. I found that I own a little rock out somewhere in the middle of some ocean. It is big enough to have a place where diplomats from multiple countries can meet, off the radar, to discuss matters they couldn’t typically discuss anywhere else in the world. It also has a bank and a helipad. That is pretty much all there is there outside of the infrastructures to keep the lights on. What makes this place unique is that it sells off one-foot square parcels of land. To be able to use the island’s bank, you must own some ground on the island. I happen to have multiple LLCs with addresses on this island. These black cards you already know. They have no limit, nor do the gold cards. The gold card, though, is made using a block of twenty-two-carat gold. The people who are impressed by cards like these will become very amiable to your every request and whim. One of my LLCs will automatically pay off the balance at midnight from the fund collected from property taxes and bank fees. You can use them to get cash advances from any bank in the world. They won’t give you any shit about not being a customer or charge you any of their crappy fees. I see no need to flaunt that I also have over one trillion dollars in cash on the same bank’s books. That doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy some of the perks. I got told the account that pays off the credit cards has around a billion dollars in it currently.”

Dad gave me a strange look for a minute before asking, “So I can go buy my midlife crisis?”

“If mom will let you, yes. If it goes faster than a ninety-miles-per-hour, you must pass the driving school first. There is no way you are getting around that requirement. I seem to be some form of immortal, but you aren’t,” I told him. “I’m going to need you to help me work through what I’m going to do with my life, other than screw any woman or girl that wants me to bed them.”

Mom gave me a stern look before smiling at me as she said, “That seems like a hard burden, David. Bring any of those women home that you want, provided they are eighteen or older. Your father and I will take them off your hands if they are interested in playing with old folks.”

We all laughed at that. After dinner, April climbed up into my lap to cuddle while watching some TV with my parents. I hadn’t done that in a while. It felt nice.

Around nine, Chrissy came into the house from the pool. Mom and dad hadn’t repealed the naked rule inside, but she didn’t have anything we all hadn’t seen over a hundred times since we got the pool. She was wearing a button-down dress shirt that came halfway to her knees. Being white, my two wet siblings in her arms had made it transparent.

Ok. April and my siblings can and do run around the house naked. Did I do that when I was potty training?

April didn’t need to run around naked anymore since she had potty trained herself mostly independently. She wore pull-ups to bed just if her body didn’t wake her when she needed to pee. All three still had those problems. She did keep at my brother and sister to sit on a training potty at least twice every hour. They would play ball or do something that the two could only do when on their plastic throne.

I bet that she will run around naked even after puberty hits her. By then, a look from her will make anyone know it is better not to try to do anything to or with her that she doesn’t want.

A few feet behind Chrissy, I saw three girls coming in dressed like Chrissy, except they at least attempted to put some dental floss over their hairy mounds and buttoned their shirts to cover their tits, mostly.

“Zoey, Carlita, and Poe,” Chrissy said as she walked past to go wash the pool water off my siblings before putting them to bed. “Zoey and Carlita are trying to follow the rules about what they must cover. Poe has such a thick forest that you can’t see anything even when she does a split. Not that it matters anyway. You’ve seen every possible shape and size of girls and women, David. Can Poe and Zoey sleep in your room tonight? Carlita is soft in all the right places and is a fantastic cuddler in bed, but I have some needs that I’m not going to let you take care of for me, rubber boyfriends aren’t doing the trick, and girls can only do so much, even with a strap-on.”

I ran my hand up her thigh, over her butt, and down between the cheeks before I teased, “You sure? You’re old enough now to get what you used to beg me to give you when you were still young.”

“Ewwww! I’m not into doing my brother or having him do me. You lost your chance, buster,” she joked back.

“All three of you can sleep in my room, but I have to be up early to go take my pilot’s license tests. I sleep naked, too, if you haven’t already heard. That doesn’t mean you have to sleep naked or do anything sexual with me. I have a lot of pajamas in the dressers for girls and women who sleep over. Raid my closet too. I think I might still have a small corner in my closet with my clothes. The rest are for female guests,” I explained. “The recliners and couch sleep well too. I don’t know if the guest bedroom is available tonight or not. April is probably going to fall asleep any minute now. She is fighting it as hard as she can since I’m not home all that much lately.”

The girl Chrissy called Poe said, “Aw. That is so cute that your little sister wants to cuddle you.”

“Chrissy?” I asked. “Does my sister want to cuddle me? She looks like she is only awake enough to hold on to you.”

“I meant your other sister,” Poe said.

“Christy already said she had a date, and Trudy isn’t coming over tonight as far as I know. They are the closest to being my sisters,” I replied.

Frustrated, Poe told me, “I meant the little girl you are holding right now. Your sister.”

It isn’t a big secret, and I’m sure word has made it around the gossip circuit a few times.

“Ah. I see the confusion,” I told Poe. “April is my daughter. Her mother couldn’t take care of her, and she was about the same size as my siblings, so my parents took her in and adopted her. It technically makes her my sister, but I don’t think of her that way for obvious reasons. They are her mom and dad. She calls me Day-id.”

“Does she know you are the boy that got her mom pregnant,” Zoey asked as she sat down on the couch next to us.

I told her to ask April. She said, as best as a two-year-old can, that my siblings were her aunt and uncle. She knew that I was her father, but I wasn’t her daddy. Before April even felt her need to use the bathroom, I had her sitting on the little kid’s toilet seat in the bathroom. Whatever she ate recently wanted out, now.

“Day-id. Me messy. Help peas?” April said as she stood beside the toilet, trying her best to use toilet paper to clean up the poop covering her legs.

I grabbed wet wipes and went in to try to help. It was easier to take April to the guy’s changing area and use a shower wand to wash her off. I went ahead to wash April all over. She was giggling away as I played around with the towel as I dried her off. Once dry, she hurried off toward the nursery and returned with a pull-up. I knew she could put it on herself, but she was red and raw between her legs from the toilet paper.

I carried her to the nursery to get one of the tubs of butt paste for babies, which I rubbed all over the red areas. I could tell how much it comforted her to have my fingers working the cream. With the pull-up on, she kissed my parents and me before rushing upstairs to kiss Chrissy goodnight. April didn’t want me to tuck her into bed because my dad did that every night before he went to bed.

I headed on up to my room to get a shower. Poe, Zoey, and Carlita came up too. Not caring if they were watching me or not, I stripped and headed into my bathroom. I turned on the water, brushed my teeth, and then slipped in to enjoy the shower in my home.

Are the three going to join me? They showered before coming inside.

I was washing out my hair when I felt the cold blast of air from when someone gets into the shower. Sitting Indian style on the bench at the back, I saw a naked Poe. Her breasts were one of the firmest natural pairs of C-cups that I had seen in a long time. Chrissy had been right about Poe’s pussy hair. It covered everything, even with how she was sitting right now.

“I know I look like I shoved a curly wig between my legs. It is my only way of hiding my pussy from my brothers and their creepy friends. They are always trying to get a peek. I’m probably the only girl I know who doesn’t even trim it back and likes it this way,” Poe said softly. “Well, I like having myself covered naturally. I spent the last two months getting even with the boys, now that they will cum in their pants with the slightest bit of stimulation. You see, tits are tits. Before I started growing this perfect rack, I never wore shirts at home, and I still don’t. They don’t even pop wood when one of my hard nipples is right in front of their eyes, though one knows how to suck and lick my nipple to get me wet instantly. He is the only one of my brother’s friends that isn’t a sleazeball in training. I didn’t mean for it to happen how it did, but it is still funny as hell. I was wearing loose running shorts, without panties, to do my stretching. As I put my foot and leg against the doorframe to do splits, I split something else. The crotch of the shorts ripped. I don’t pay much attention to anything when I get into the zone, so I stripped them off and kept stretching. That is how my brother and his friends found me. I ignored their getting within inches of my pussy, trying to see it through all this hair. I tend to push my crotch against things when I stretch, and I sweat a lot. My pussy hair was soaked. Even then, my pussy hair covered me, mostly. All their eyes stayed glued to my crotch as I finished my exercises. They didn’t know that, so they were all interested in helping me stretch the muscles on the inside of my thighs.”