Chapter 34

I was still sitting in my room lost in thought when I got the call from downstairs that dinner was ready.

I went downstairs feeling frustrated. The revelations from Michelle and especially Ruby were still on my mind. I felt I’d made some progress talking to Ruby, but I hadn’t really talked to Michelle at all, I’d only questioned her. She probably didn’t even realize yet that I was on to her scheme to push Nicky into joining the harem. And with Nicky underfoot I had no way of conveying to her just yet how unwise that scheme would be.

But also, I was almost afraid to spend time around Nicky. At first, I’d thought she’d had a “light crush” on me. Then it turned out to be a not-so-light crush. Now, I’m finding out that she’s secretly spied on Mindy and me having sex around two hundred times over the years, maybe more! And she’s masturbated to that who knows how many times?

I think we could safely categorize her crush as a “strong” one now!

I need to get my act together and figure out what to do about all this. But first, dinner. Surely we can get through dinner without anything unusually arousing happening, right?

Indeed, all seemed surprisingly normal at dinner. All the women were there - Mindy, Cindy, Michelle, Ruby, Nicky, and Sue Ellen - and all of them were dressed in “normal” clothes. In fact, most of them were wearing plain T-shirts, just like I was. I even saw evidence of bras all around. Bras were notable simply because how rare they’d been lately.

That was a huge relief for me, although all those bras did have the effect of creating deeper and more prominent cleavage beneath those shirts and blouses. Still, I wasn’t about to complain since my penis needed the rest. Just as importantly, my brain needed a break. It seemed that ever since Nicky came home, I was either facing an insanely arousing situation, or some kind of emotional drama, or sometimes both at once!

I have no idea where it came from on short notice, but Mindy somehow conjured up some delicious vegetarian lasagna. It really hit the spot.

And the discussion was perfectly normal too. There was still a lot of “getting to know you better” talk that needed to be done, especially between Sue Ellen and Nicky. Although they’d known each other back in high school, it turns out they’d been little more than acquaintances who didn’t know much about each other at all.

As a result, I could sit back, relax, and enjoy the good food while Sue Ellen and Nicky did most of the talking.

Although I didn’t speak much, I held Cindy’s hand under the table. We’d had a breakthrough in our relationship and we were both happy to simply bask in the presence of each other. I didn’t mind that Nicky saw our goo-goo eyes and handholding, but I tried to limit the affection so she wouldn’t have reason to take offense.

At one point, Nicky said to Sue Ellen, “I must say it’s surprising how close you’ve gotten to Michelle and Ruby. You’ve been around here nearly all day. I’m not complaining at all; it’s just that I find it interesting. I heard it said earlier at some point that you’re ‘breastest’ friends with them. I’ve heard my two sisters call each other that from time to time over the years. I thought it was just a little play on words. Does it actually mean something?”

Michelle said, “Let me field that, please. Yes. Yes, it does. Of course, it means being a best friend. The way I see it, one can have more than one best friend, but not many more or it would lose its meaning. But it’s also about having very large breasts, and sharing a special bond about that. Nicky, as you know, pretty much all my friends are busty. That matters a lot to me.”

She sat up straightened in her seat and thrust her chest out. “My breasts have defined and shaped my life in many ways. I feel a special affinity with other endowed girls, because I know we’ve gone through a lot of the same things together. So, to be a ‘breastest friend’ is to be a best friend who also shares a special busty bond. To be honest, for all these years I’ve only had one real breastest friend, Ruby. So I’m beyond delighted that Sue Ellen’s come along and doubled that!”

She laughed, and reached out and shared a hand squeeze with Sue Ellen. The two of the practically glowed with love and friendship.

Then Michelle continued with Nicky, “As for you, you’ve been a best friend of mine since forever, since we were still in diapers and rode our plastic tricycles through the house!”

Michelle and Nicky shared a laugh over that fond memory.

Michelle went on, “Breast-wise, I was an early bloomer and you’ve been a late bloomer. The way I look at it, you’ve qualified to be a breastest friend for a couple of years now, but I never asked you about it because I figured you’d think it’s silly. Just like you think it’s silly that I’m calling Daddy ‘Daddy’ for instance. You think you’re too mature for that sort of thing or something. But if you ever want to join us, the invitation is there.”

Nicky was puzzled, and it showed. “Join you? What do you mean? I’m already one of your best friends and your sister. What would be the difference being a ‘breastest friend?’”

Michelle shrugged. “No difference, really. Just a slight attitude shift. When you’re busty like I am, you definitely are now, you’re taught to downplay it and be modest. We don’t want to offend those who aren’t so endowed, or make them feel inadequate. After all, it’s really just the luck of genetics over who gets big boobs and who doesn’t, so it’s not something to be proud of, right?”

“Right,” Nicky said.

“Wrong! It’s a BIG part of who I am. Just like my gender or my ethnicity or my sexual orientation and so on. Yeah, it’s not an ‘achievement, ‘ but neither are those other things, and people get really proud of them. So why can’t I be proud of being busty? I’d argue it’s defined me more than a lot of other things, like height or hair color or even ethnicity. So being a breastest friend is just being a best friend who is not afraid to celebrate with each other the joy of being amply endowed.”

Nicky furrowed her brow. “So what do you do, dance around a maypole waving your extra-strength bras and chanting about the power of breasts?”

Michelle looked surprised. “Hey! How did you know that?!” Then, after a well-timed pause, she broke into a smile. “Kidding! Of course I just kidding. No, we don’t do anything different. Like I said, it’s just a slight attitude shift. A lot of it is just embracing the name: ‘breastest.’ That right there shows you’re celebrating what God gave you instead of trying to downplay it and cover it up.”

Nicky nodded. “Ah. Well, that sounds okay then. I don’t see the harm in that.”

Ruby asked, “So, sister, do you want to join us? We’d love to have you.”

Nicky looked at them suspiciously. “Join what? There’s no actual club or ritual or anything, right? All we’re talking about is calling each other ‘breastest friends’ instead of ‘bestest friends.’ Who even cares? It’s just a two-letter difference.”

Mindy spoke up. “Nicky, if I could interject, I think you should join them. It doesn’t mean anything to you, but it means a lot to them, especially to Michelle. I can see that. Furthermore, it could help you with your attitude change. This visit seems to have been all about you wanting to overcome your shyness, especially your shyness about revealing your new body.”

Nicky rolled her eyes. “It’s hardly a ‘new body.’ It’s the same one I’ve always had.”

Mindy persisted, “You know what I mean. A couple of years ago, you had the body of a girl. Now, you’ve definitely blossomed into a woman, a wonderfully voluptuous woman. The more you’ve developed, the more you’ve gone into denial and tried to cover yourself up. Becoming a ‘breastest friend’ is exactly the sort of attitude change you need to become comfortable with the outstanding body God did give you. As Michelle put it so well, your sexy curves should be celebrated, not hidden or downplayed.”

There was a long silence as Nicky thought that over. Then she said, “Okay, I’ll think about it. I’m leaning towards saying, ‘sure, whatever, ‘ but get back to me in an hour or two. I’m still kind of wrapping my head around the whole thing.”

She unexpectedly looked my way. “Dad, what do you think? Is ‘breastest’ just a silly word? Does any of this actually matter?”

I replied, “Honestly, I’ve heard Shelle and Ruby say ‘breastest’ over the years but I never really understood. I shrugged it off as essentially meaningless. But after finally hearing an explanation just now, I approve. Think about if you had some highly distinctive feature, like having huge feet, or being the tallest in your school, or whatever. Even if it’s perceived as a positive thing, people generally don’t like being singled out from the crowd and being defined by something like that. So you could try hard to ignore it and pretend like you’re everyone else, or you could actively embrace it and own it. I think that second approach is better, don’t you?”

There was another long silence. Then Nicky said, “Yeah, you’re right. Okay. Let me think about that.”

The discussion switched to other topics while Nicky apparently continued to mull that over.

But I was still trying to figure out what this all meant and why “breastest friends” seemed so important to Michelle especially. Shelle’s boobs ARE her defining feature. Wherever she goes, pretty much the first thing people think when they see her is, “My God, that girl is STACKED!” And not just horny men, everybody of both genders! That’s probably the first reaction, and then “My God, she’s gorgeous all over!” Her jutting torpedoes are truly extraordinary and can’t be overlooked, no matter what she wears. So, all harem stuff aside, it makes sense that she pretty much only associates with other busty girls. I don’t see anything wrong with that. If she were a professional tennis player, she’d hang out with other tennis players.

So this “breastest friend” thing is both totally trivial and yet very important too. I’ll be curious to see how it plays out with Sue Ellen and now maybe Nicky. I wonder about Min and Cin though. They’re just as endowed as Sue Ellen, so why don’t they qualify? I’m guessing the large age gap is coming into play, as well as the “mom authority figure” issue. Hmmm.

We continued to eat and have a pleasant, free-wheeling discussion.

I was mindful of the fact the clock was ticking. I only have a few more hours to get through and then the evening will be over, and the Nicky temptation will presumably be over. We’ll have two weeks to sort things out. Of course, I could solve the immediate problem by going upstairs after dinner and reading a book, but I do dearly want to spend time with my sweet Muffin since I haven’t seen her for six months. I just don’t want to spend time with her while my wife is secretly jacking me off or something crazy like that! As if I don’t know exactly how that feels lately. Sheesh! But I’ve learned from my mistakes and I’ve uncovered a lot of vital secrets, so I won’t let myself get manipulated again.

Dessert was apple pie and vanilla ice cream. Things were just getting better and better.

As we all finished dessert, I said to my wife, “That was very nice. Thank you, Sweetheart.” I blew a kiss in Min’s direction. “Now, what should we do? Can I help with the dishes?”

Michelle suddenly thrust a fist high into the air, with her usual dramatic flair. “I say ... HOT TUB!”

Mindy grinned and thrust a fist into the air too. “Hot tub!”

Then Cindy and Nicky thrust their fists up high and said the same thing at about the same time: “Hot tub! Hot tub! Hot tub!” As if that wasn’t enough, every single woman except for Ruby and Sue Ellen suddenly bolted out of their chairs and rushed off towards the hot tub.

So much for doing the dishes. I smell trouble, to say the least.

I wasn’t surprised that the supremely loyal Sue Ellen was still sitting at the table with me, but I was surprised that Ruby was there with her. It looked like Ruby was seriously trying to follow my order that she shouldn’t facilitate pushing Nicky into the harem. She seemed to be worried the hot tub activity could be something that would push in that direction.

However, her resolve was about as strong as tissue paper. There was a pause while she fidgeted and looked longingly at the others heading to the hot tub. Then she gave me a sad look and muttered, “Sorry, Daddy. The hot tub sounds pretty good.” Then she got up and rushed off to the hot tub as well.

That left just Sue Ellen. She looked to me for direction on what to do.

I sighed heavily. I knew that going to the hot tub would be like a helpless lamb walking right back into the lion’s den. Last night’s hot tub activity was a cautionary tale. However, I couldn’t avoid doing it without causing a scene. If I went that route, I would be forced to directly address the issue of my attraction to Nicky to explain why I felt the need to avoid her. I was wary of opening that can of worms, especially so soon after having a big emotional drama upstairs.

I thought, I can’t always completely control events, especially in a house with a bunch of headstrong women. However, if I’m clever, I can nudge things this way or that in my favor. For instance, I obviously don’t want to start anything sexual with Nicky. But if we can have a generally fun and sexual time, it could help get her accustomed to our new sexual way of living here. And I can especially push the narrative of Sue Ellen becoming my second mistress. But I’ll have to thread the needle: general sex fun, yes, anything sexual specifically with Nicky, no!

With that vague plan in mind, I gave Sue Ellen a nod.

She looked back at me curiously, as if saying, “Are you sure?”

I nodded again. Then I whispered to her, “If we can have some sexy fun without going too far, it could help loosen Nicky up.”

She nodded back in understanding.

I was about to let her go, but the another idea came to me. I whispered even more quietly and carefully, “The truth is, since Nicky has come home, I’ve been having some trouble controlling myself around her. She’s just so ... ARGH!”

My hands clenched the air in frustration. “So ... tempting. Sometimes I want to kiss her on the lips, and ... Or take her surprisingly large breasts in my hands, and ... Well, you get the idea. It’s so WRONG! I need help! If you could somehow step in and help me when I seem to be losing control, I’d really appreciate it. I’m sure I could come up with some kind of reward you’d enjoy.”

She thought that over. She looked back at the others, and seemed to be afraid of being overheard. However, she smiled and nodded.

I nodded back.

Then she too got up and rushed to the hot tub. Now that I’d given the okay, she was smiling and giddy just like the others.

A few seconds later, I hurried after her so I could influence what was going on in the hot tub before things got out of hand. The dirty dishes were left on the table.

By the time I got there, some of the women were already half naked. They were just shucking off their clothes and tossing them aside! I said, “Hold it! Hold it! I don’t mind hanging out in the hot tub again.”

A general cheer rose up. “Yeay!”

“But if we do this, there needs to be some rules.”

That resulted in an even louder, “Boooo!”

I held up my hand defensively. “Don’t worry, it’s just a couple of simple rules to keep things from getting out of hand. Last night, things got a little too, well ... loosey goosey. So tonight’s rule number one is: everyone needs to wear a shirt. No toplessness!”

That resulted in more boos all around. Someone asked me, “Even you?”

“I suppose it would be okay for me. The idea is we don’t want any exposure of any private parts.”

Another cheer went up. “Yeay!” I thought, Geez, it’s like they’re all drunk already.

I pressed on, “Rule number two is: no alcohol. And that’s it. If we can obey these two rules, I think we’ll be fine.”

Mindy immediately got into “taking care of business” mode. “Fair enough. If that’s the way it’s going to be though, all officious-like, then we should do this properly. Honey, please go back to the kitchen and work some on those dishes. Put your bathing suit on too. I’ll prepare some non-alcoholic drinks. Someone else needs to turn off these harsh fluorescent lights and fire up the torch lights. Thank goodness they’re still in place from last night. And we need T-shirts that we don’t mind dipping in the hot tub water, and more.”

I thought, “And more?” What the hell does that mean?

She added with a smiling smirk, “Goodness! What were we thinking, rushing headlong into this? Let’s do it right and make it a party!”

That resulted in another general cheer. “Yeay!”

I do not that particular smirk of hers, out of all of her many varied smirky looks. I suspect she’s up to something. But then again, she smirks like that a lot, and a sneaky scheme doesn’t ALWAYS follow, right?

I went upstairs and put my swimsuit on. As I did so, I thought, I’m really starting to hate this damn thing! I was supposed to have bought a better one today, but then again when did I really have a chance? The entire day has been one wild event after another. The one time I was determined to go shopping, there were a whole bunch of cars blocking my driveway. It seem some kind of fate was forcing me to keep wearing this stupid skimpy thing.

Wearing nothing but the swimsuit, I went downstairs and worked on the dishes.

I was feeling good about making a stand and laying down some rules, but I felt like I’d missed something important. Two rules aren’t very many. Were there some other rules I should have specified? It’s not like I could just publicly announce “No secret underwater handjobs.”

I’d noticed that Michelle had already stripped down to just her bikini bottoms, which made me wonder if all the other women had been wearing bikini bottoms already, and so maybe using the hot tub again wasn’t as spontaneous as it seemed. But did that really change anything? Probably not, I decided.