3 August 2020

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On my way to Santa Monica

Mom is teasing me. That doesn't seem very nice, but I do see her point. I have a crush on an older woman and I'm going to go try to meet her. Nylah is being really sweet about it and offered to go with me. That's a dilemma, because I might be a little less threatening with my sister, but would she slow me from closing the deal?

You've met our family. You know what I mean. Oh, I want to meet her and have lunch and learn about her family and her hopes and dreams, but she is also seriously cute. We're going to get married. I suppose I should meet her first.

Her name is Karolina and she plays the violin. She's pretty famous for it and has over a three million YouTube followers. I'm one of them. Nylah tolerates me making her watch every new video.

Damn she's adorable. Karolina that is. Well, Nylah is too, of course. You have a special place in your heart for your first, particularly if she is your twin.

I am officially rambling. I might be the shyest of anyone in the family, so even going might be a challenge. I did let Mom know and she was fine with it. We're staying at the LA house, so won't be alone. Of course, Kwan and Noa will be there, but that's not all I mean. It's a big house in Los Angeles. The odds were high the house was pretty full.

"Would you like to come over to my house? Ignore all the people fucking in the living room."

It might be a little hard to explain. Oh God. Hard to explain. Dad is rubbing off on me.

Not literally, of course. Give us a few years and I'm pretty confident he will. When we're 9, you know. On our birthday. Repeatedly.

Damn tangent, but I'm nervous. Nylah promised that if we got there and all we did was watch her play and leave, she wouldn't tease me. She's a good sissy.

Mom, on the other hand, will be brutal if that happens.

Mom is amazing, but snarky. We all know it. Where else do we learn our best snark?

I'm stalling. I knew we needed to go. I think I spent two hours in the closet room trying to find just the right clothes. I finally settled on the classics. Flat front khaki shorts, not too long, not too short, with a short-sleeve Madras plaid shirt and a pair of Allbirds Tree Skippers, in Stone. I added a pair of Maui Jim Shoal sunglasses. Nylah went with a Pull&Bear asymmetric bikini top, in black, which is adorable, with a lime green skirt, which she just flipped up and showed me is a skort.

So, I showed her how my fingers could still slide into her panties. If she had been wearing any. We'll just leave it there.

We do love that all of Ruby's brands, including Pull&Bear and Maui Jim, have sizes all the way down to the smallest kids now. Allbirds too. At least in our world, our peers are some of the biggest buyers.

Did I mention my shorts are cashmere? Hey, I'm part of The Family now. We sound like a bad secret club at Yale. Or the nicest mafia.

OK, we're ready. We knew from her schedule that she was going to be there for quite a while, from 1000 to 1300. I don't think I mentioned we were in Clearwater, so there is only a three-hour time difference and if we push it, the flight is less than ten minutes. A leisurely flight takes 11.

We landed at the house about 0900 and said hi to everyone that was there. Come on, not that way. Not right now. We grabbed a car and took off for Santa Monica. Literally. It's a pretty nice 911 Turbo convertible, so we had a nice view as we flew over the city. We found an open spot in a little park about a block away and landed. It's probably not OK to have your Porsche on the grass, so as soon as we got out, we sent the car home, to the surprise of several people in the park.

Ah shit. Two men and a woman, all clearly homeless. Freaking kids. Nylah beat me to it, but I had some cards. No place for cards in that little swimsuit top. Damn she looks good and she's my sister.

Focus.

"Hi, I'm Nylah," said Nylah. "What are your names?" The young woman, who couldn't have been over 13, laughed.

"Yeah, you're Nylah," said the girl. "We never would have figured it out when you landed in your flying Porsche." She said it with just the right level of snark.

"Fair enough," said Nylah. "Feel free to give us any grief you want, but we can help all three of you and you know it."

"How are you going to pull that off, little girl?" said the younger boy, who was about freaking ten years old. I don't think he knew who we were. The older boy, who was about 16, snorted.

Snorting has consequences. We just both waited him out.

"They're fucking royalty from Dionysus, dickwad," said the older boy.

"Say what?" said the younger boy.

"Listen," I said. "Are you safe? Do you have homes?" All three of them were clearly sad. Shit.

"OK," said Nylah, holding out her hand to me. Three cards magically appeared in her hand. No, not magically, we can't freaking do magic. I put them in her hand. Well, we can do some things that probably qualify as magic.

Focus dude, running out of time.

"I can give you a card, and when you're ready for help, you text or call that number and someone will be here in under 20 minutes, wherever you are," said Nylah. "Or, and you should listen to this option closely, I can have someone here in that twenty minutes to take you to a very nice shelter at one of our nearby schools."

Underlining what someone said is weird, but you get my point.

The two older kids moaned and the oldest got hard. Oh. Later. Things to do.

"Where is the school?" asked the girl.

"Names," said Nylah. "You first. And your age." They looked at each other. They're 70-year-old Axel, the oldest, 12-year-old Quinn, and 9-year-old Donovan. Shit. Younger than I realized.

"Where's the school?" said Quinn, with a smile. A nice smile, I admit.

"Watts," said Nylah and the three of them laughed.

"You want the gangly white kid," said Quinn, pointing to Axel. "And the Hispanic kid." This time she pointed at Donovan.

"And the Asian chick to go to a shelter in Watts," said Quinn.

"Remember the first part," said Nylah. "At our school." Axel and Quinn almost melted. Something must have clicked for Donovan because he got hard. Again. Nylah was still one step ahead of me, because a mini-bus floated down from the sky and a young man and a young woman got out. How very Dionysus of them. The driver was a girl, about 10 or so, with the whitest skin ever, complete with freckles and bright red hair. Hair that glowed like the sun. The passenger was a tatted up twenty-something Hispanic dude that I was pretty confident had a senior role in a gang in a prior life. They walked up.

"I'm Moni, which is short for Monique, which I hate," said Moni. "He's Larry. I'm in charge. He's just here to look pretty. I like pretty." She said it in her most stern voice, and then he struck a pose.

Then they both broke up laughing. It made me wonder how often Larry laughed like this when he was in a gang.

"Not very often," thought Larry to me. "It's a damn nice change."

"We're here to offer you a lift if you'd like. Come check out the facility. Meet some people. See what you think. If you don't like it," said Moni. "we'll bring you back here. If nothing else, you get to ride in a flying mini-bus flown by a gorgeous 10-year-old."

Then she struck a pose. Hip out to the side, fists on her hips, and a stern look.

OK, this time we all laughed. Nylah turned to me.

"Go," she said. "I got this." I looked at my phone and fuck. I wanted to already be there. Should I abort?

"Just fucking go," said Nylah. I set off at a trot, figuring I'd slow down before I was noticeable. I got about a half block away and switched to a fast walk, then a saunter as I got close. Everybody likes a good saunter. I'd gotten there at a good time. Her mom was standing next to the open driver's door of a small SUV and Karolina and her dad were unloading equipment. It was like a game of Tetris fitting all the equipment in that little SUV. I walked up to them.

"Hi," I said. "Anything I can do to help?" I could tell her dad was about to blow me off, but Karolina looked at me, did the up/down thing with her eyes and spoke.

"It's OK Dad," said Karolina. "Colby can help." Then she looked over my shoulder.

"Come on Nylah," said Karolina. "We could use your help too." I looked back and Nylah had tried to hang with the crowd. Behind her I saw the mini-bus lift off. Karolina did too and turned to me.

"To the shelter at your Watts school?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Good," said Karolina. "I've worried about them for a while." Damn, sexy and thoughtful too. Hmm. That got me a killer smile.

Then a laugh.

By then her mom had walked up, holding her little brother. He looked at us both.

"Nylah and Colby," he said, clear as a bell. You should have seen the family's heads spin, looking at the little guy. He smiled at the attention and pointed right at Nylah.

"Nylah," he said, and then shifted his arm towards me.

"Colby," he said.

"Not having control of my vocal cords yet sucks," thought the little guy, to me. Clearly to Nylah too, because she laughed.

"Would you tell them that I don't like the butt cream from the Honest company?" he thought. "It stinks and my name is Leo."

"Leo said he doesn't like the butt cream from the Honest company. As he put it, it stinks," I said. They looked at me and then Ella, her mom, laughed a bit. Her dad Nikalay just stared at me. I'm not sure he's that thrilled with me. I have grown though. I think I could pass for 8, maybe even 9.

"Sure," said Karolina. "He just shared that, in English, what, in your head?" Umm, you've read me at least twice since we got here. I looked right at her when I thought that. She smirked. A very nice smirk.

"Not exactly," I said. "in my head, yes, but in Ukrainian. Do you speak Ukrainian at home?" Did I mention I said this in Ukrainian?

They looked at me again.

"I could have used English, or Spanish, or a little Mandarin. That's from the Chinese place," he thought, in each of those languages. "Oh and tell them to stop pushing the baby corn. It's like cannibalism."

I admit I snorted this time.

"He says he hates baby corn and it feels like cannibalism," I said, still in Ukrainian. "Just talk to him. He won't be able to answer with words. Oh, wait."

"Do you know ASL?" I asked. He laughed and started signing to me at a blistering pace.

"Slow down," I said, in Spanish. "I can't sign that fast." He slowed way down, and I laughed.

"He just called me incompetent with signing," I said.

"We know," signed Karolina.

"Shit," signed Leo. "It took us this long to figure this out. Can't you all just learn to fucking read minds like we can?"

That got some stares.

"Did you just speak to him in Spanish?" asked Karolina, in Spanish. Suddenly Leo started signing again.

"Jesus Christ," signed Leo. "Of course, he did. You speak Ukrainian, English, and Spanish around me. I know them all. I learned Mandarin at the Chinese place."

Suddenly Karolina started talking to him in Mandarin, to the clear surprise of her parents and laughter from Nylah and me. We had a nice conversation, when suddenly Leo's face brightened.

And he rattled off flawless Mandarin.

"I hadn't thought to try Mandarin," said Leo. "It's a shit ton easier to speak at this age."

Then we all stopped and looked at Karolina's parents.

"It feels like maybe we should chat," said Ella.

"Yes," said Nylah. "But Karolina promised a show."

"And the show must go on!" said Leo, in Mandarin, throwing his fist in the air. Nikalay and Ella just stared.

"Yes, it must," said Ella, in Mandarin, to Nikalay's great surprise. Oh, to her surprise.

"How do I know Mandarin?" asked Ella, in Mandarin.

"I pushed it to you," said Leo.

This time we all stared.

"Go," said Leo. "Put me in the damn stroller already."

So Ella did and we got everything setup. We stood with Nikalay and Ella and watched. I was mesmerized. That's when I found out that Karolina went to one of the LA schools that our country runs.

"We moved to a small house in the nicest neighborhood serviced by your schools," said Ella. "OK, it's a pretty borderline neighborhood, but it is the best. Then again, it was what we can afford."

"Well it's your lucky day," shouted Leo, from his stroller. "These kids can make shit happen for all of us." In Mandarin.

Nikalay's eyes got huge.

"I understood him," he said. "Clearly."

Well ain't that cool. I saw Nylah texting something and she got a reply and laughed.

"Do you have any plans this afternoon that couldn't be changed?" asked Nylah. They all looked at each other.

"Not really," said Ella. She was clearly in charge.

Leo laughed when I thought that.

By now, the afternoon had come, and Karolina was done for the day. She had collected quite a bit, but this was freaking silly. This time Nylah laughed when I thought that.

She's up to something. I'm good with that.

Just then, a GLS63S floated down from the sky. Two kids hopped out. OK, I snorted. The driver was Luke and the passenger was Cassie. Somehow they were in matching overalls, with the logo of a transport company, and Cassie was holding a clipboard. Cassie is visibly pregnant too.

Leo snorted.

"We have a delivery," said Cassie, referring to her clipboard. "We're also supposed to drive a Honda CRV to an address." Luke held out the keys to Nikalay.

Leo snorted again. I liked this kid, particularly when his response was to rip quite a fart and laugh.

"Hey," thought Leo. "I'm a freaking baby. Be honest, you thought it was funny too."

I did.

"Just roll with it Dad," said Karolina. Wait. Karolina went to one of our schools.

Then she snorted.

"You knew everything," I thought to her. She snorted in my head.

"You're a dork, but I like you," she said, to me, in Swahili. Then she turned to Leo.

"Push her Swahili," said Karolina, to Leo. Apparently farts were his communications medium for this part of the day. Karolina took that to mean he had done it. Or he needed a new diaper. Or both.

"You understand everything I'm saying Mom," said Karolina, in Swahili.

"Yes, I do," said Ella, still in Swahili. "I don't understand but think it is kind of cool."

Karolina turned to her parents.

"Listen," she said, in English. "I don't know why this is happening, but we all really need to roll with it. Trust me. Oh, and yes, I probably do know why this is happening."

Then she hit me with just a killer smile. I hope she's the only one that noticed I got hard.

Then Leo farted and laughed.

Leo didn't let Cassie and Luke get away with it. Yes, Leo. Hey, Leo even surprised them, but they accepted it just as quickly.

"It's nice to meet you, but we will bring your car home for you," said Cassie. Given Cassie is 12 and clearly not sixteen and older than Luke, they just kind of looked. Maybe surprising, given the pregnancy thing.

"Give her the keys Dad," said Karolina. "You know all of this. I'm in the freaking school. You really need to come visit."

"You've never visited," said Nylah. They both shook their heads no.

"Which means either you've never played, or you're risking everything," said Nylah, to Karolina.

"Never with them," said Karolina. "Which is so damn stupid. I'm a good fuck." She had switched to Portuguese.

"I have no doubt," I said, to laughter from Karolina and Nylah, and another fart from Leo. I turned to him.

"You speak Portuguese," I said to Leo, in Portuguese.

"Nah," he replied in Mandarin. "But I know Spanish. It's pretty easy to follow."

"Have fun guys," said Cassie. "The car will be there when you get home. We've got to hop, and you have places to be."

"I should probably drive," said Nylah. "We're cutting it a bit close." To my surprise, they rolled with it. Even when we took off.

"Why are we landing at the concert hall?" asked Karolina.

"Just a quick stop," said Nylah. This is her show. While I had my suspicions, we hadn't talked. I could have read her, but this was fun.

We all got out. They put Leo into his stroller, and we went towards the front door.

"It isn't even open," said Karolina. Leo snorted.

Then he farted and laughed again. He has a problem with gas. Or enjoys farting. Or both. He looked me right in the eye and ripped a big one.

And laughed and laughed.

We got to the door and a guard held the door open. There was someone waiting inside for us. He introduced himself as Gustavo, the conductor and musical director of the LA Philharmonic.

"You texted Kevin," I whispered to Nylah. She just smiled.

Gustavo turned and waved us to follow.

"What's going on?" asked Karolina.

"Just a few of us having fun on a Saturday," said Gustavo. "We thought you'd like to join us."

We walked through the door and out onto the stage.

When the entire orchestra was waiting, with one empty chair at the front. There was a violin and bow in the chair. Gustavo led her to the chair and picked up the violin and bow and handed it to her.

"This is a Stradivarius," said Karolina, clearly in awe.

"Oh, I thought it was yours," said Gustavo. "A courier dropped it of just a few minutes ago. Tall guy, fit, said his name was Bob."

Leo snorted again.

Thanks Dad.

"Your dad delivered an actual Stradivarius," said Karolina.

"Wait," said Ella. "Your dad. King Bob."

Nylah and I both laughed. Leo farted.

Then he laughed.

Gustavo looked confused.

"What?" said Gustavo. "The King Bob? He was in shorts and a tank top. He hadn't shaved in days. There was mustard on the shirt."

Nylah and I laughed.

"Dad has a problem with mustard," I said. "No one knows why."

"Dad?" said Gustavo. We just nodded.

Then we went and sat in the audience. The orchestra put on a rollicking Pops show just for us.

Featuring Karolina. It was stunning. I filmed each song with my phone and kept posting them to her Facebook and Instagram pages.

Yes, I have accounts. Yes, I know it is against the rules. I'm a rebel.

I'm also an adult.

After quite a concert, they wound down. Gustavo came over to shake Karolina's hand. Then the entire orchestra gave her a standing ovation. She came running over and started hugging. Her mom, her dad, Nylah, and me.

I like hugs. Gustavo walked over too.

"Fantastic performance sis," said Leo, sticking with Mandarin. He said it just as another violinist walked up. I recognized her as the performer who sat next to Karolina when they all played.

She was staring at Leo. Did I mention she is Asian?

"You speak Mandarin," she said, to Leo. Leo looked at Nylah and me.

"Oh, you must be mistaken," I said. That backfired. She turned to me.

"I said that in Mandarin," she said, in English.

I just shrugged. What could I do?

She turned to Gustavo.

"Did you offer it to her?" she said. Gustavo smiled.

"We would like to offer you the position of first chair for our Pops series. You're an unbelievable talent and, to be blunt, would be an amazing draw, particularly for kids," said Gustavo. "It is a short series, but we are prepared to offer you $300 thousand for the series."

You could have heard the proverbial pin drop.

Karolina came over and gave both Nylah and me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you," she said. She walked over and carefully packed up the violin and came back and held it out to me.

"Why are you giving me your violin?" I asked.

Karolina laughed and kept holding it to me.

"May I be bold and ask to see it?" said the violinist. "It is so rare to see an example and yours looked particularly beautiful."

Karolina handed her the case. She carried it over to a table and carefully opened the case.

Then she gasped. She gingerly lifted it out and turned it every which way and ever so carefully put it back in the case and stepped back.

"This is the Lady Blunt," she said.

"That's not possible," said Gustavo. He stepped over and looked into the case. He actually put his hands behind his back.

"My God," said Gustavo. "It is gorgeous."

Karolina wouldn't even get near it.

"Well somebody that knows what they're doing should be sure it is put away," I said. Karolina took a deep breath and carefully latched the case.

Then she stepped back.

"I'll bite," said Nikalay.

"The Lady Blunt is one of, if not the, most famous violin," said Karolina. "It last sold in 2011 for $15.9 million. If it was purchased recently and I suspect recently was today, then it likely would have sold for over $30 million in a private sale. And you want me to use it."

"Better to play it than admire it," I said. "The music you make with it honors the instrument."

"Did you know I play the viola too?" said Karolina, laughing.

"Oh. I almost forgot," said Gustavo. He walked over to a side table and came back with a viola case.

"Probably the McDonald, right?" said Karolina. Gustavo and Liu laughed. Liu is the violinist. We finally did introductions.

Karolina set the case down carefully and opened it. The three of them just stared at the viola for a bit. Then Karolina closed the case and all three very deliberately took a step back. All three looked shocked.

"I don't understand," said Ella.

"Oh, you have no idea," said Gustavo. "The viola is priceless. It would be almost impossible to value. It was last offered for $45 million but didn't meet its reserve. That was in 2011. You couldn't touch it for that now. I'd guess $125 million."

"Not quite," said Nylah.

"But close I'd bet," said Liu. Nylah just smiled.

Ella turned to me.

"What the hell," said Ella, to me.

"Listen," I said. "I admire Karolina. She is a prodigy and everyone in this room knows it. Yes, I have an ulterior motive. I'd like to make a new friend and I admire young women and men with talent. You're probably freaking out right now but please don't. Our family strongly believes in the preservation of history. No one will appreciate these instruments more than Karolina and it appears she will have a larger venue in which to play. Enjoy them. They're fully insured and will stay that way."

"How in the world do two kids have access to over a hundred million and even if they do, what parent would agree to this?" said Nikalay. "There has to be a catch."

Leo snorted.

"Dad," said Leo, in Mandarin, which is still a little freaky. "Just roll with it. It is incredibly generous, and thanks are appropriate, but Colby and Nylah didn't exactly break the bank. Their family owns everything. You flew yourselves here in your own space plane, right?"

I just nodded.

"Dad is a huge Clippers fan," said Leo. "Just sayin'."

"How old are you?" asked Liu, of Leo.

"Fourteen months," said Leo.

"What the hell," said Gustavo. "You're talking to a baby." Liu laughed.

"In Mandarin," added Liu.

Just then Nylah tapped me on the arm and showed me her phone.

Seriously. I looked at her and she laughed.

Well, go big or go home, as they say.

"As it turns out, the Lakers and Clippers play tonight at Staples," I said. "We are going with some friends and have extra tickets. Would you like to join us?"

"I don't want to go," said Leo.

"That's cool," said Nylah. "You can stay at our house. Our caretakers will be thrilled."

They clearly were concerned but we explained about them and suggested an introduction might make sense before they decided. With that we said goodbye and headed towards our house. I texted and let everyone know we were bringing guests. They understood and would handle it.

"How in the world do you have extra tickets to the hottest game in town?" asked Nikalay.

I gave him my most enigmatic smile. Leo laughed.

"You look constipated," said Leo.

So much for that look.

We headed out to the car. Karolina made us all stop and turned to her parents.

"I know you're freaking out a bit," said Karolina. "Don't. They're genuinely nice people. I go to their school. For free. They run over a hundred schools in LA. For free. They provide everything. Uniforms, supplies, everything. There is a full clothing store and grocery and anyone can shop. There are not even cash registers. There is a door to the outside and anyone can come in. Anyone. They know they're being taken advantage of by some and they don't care. They're the richest family in the world and are giving it all back. I'd like to get to know Colby and Nylah better and I might stretch your limits on that more than you can imagine, but you can trust them and more importantly you can trust me."

Ella and Nikalay looked at each other and turned back.

"OK," they said together. The rest of us just stood there looking at them. Finally, Ella caught on.

"Jinx," she said. Which is how we all got to watch Ella and Nikalay make out in the concert hall parking lot, just as Liu walked by. I almost laughed when she stopped and joined the show.

Yes, we invited her with us. Are you kidding?

Finally, we started walking again, but it was a pleasant diversion. I'd never really thought about all this quite that way, but Karolina was spot on. In my life, the story starts when they saved Nylah and me.

And we weren't the first batch of kids in the family they saved.

We were the fourth. I'm not sure I can count high enough to include everyone they've saved.

"We will need to get the three of you in driver's training," said Nylah.

"Not me," said Karolina. "I finished it. The whole program."

"Including all three sections?" asked Nylah. Karolina smiled and nodded. Nylah threw her the keys. When we got to the SUV, Karolina climbed in the driver's seat.

That caused a spirited conversation.

"You signed for me to do it," said Karolina. With that, we took off.

With Karolina driving. I told the car to take us home. It did clarify which home which was embarrassing.

We sure own a lot of NBA teams. Yes, that was a non-sequitur.

We walked inside and I pulled Nylah to the side.

"Can we hold off on the Clippers for now?" I said. Nylah laughed.

"You own it already," said Nylah. "I'm not stupid. Impress them with your new toy." Then she cackled. Yes cackled.

We walked inside the house.

There are a lot of people here. Let's make sure we overwhelm them all before I really get to know them. Bob and Amy plus Luke and Cassie and Bill and Jessica. Karolina's family were a little overwhelmed. No that's not fair. Karolina wasn't, at all.

Leo was the center of attention. I think Bill and Jessica adopted him. They got him out of the stroller and the three of them were sitting on the carpet just jabbering away.

"Those two little kids know Mandarin, or did Leo push it to them?" asked Ella. Mom looked at me and raised her eyebrows, but I shook my head no.

"No," said Jessica. "We are fluent. We speak forty or so languages." Which set off our group of kids rattling through a few dozen.

All of which Karolina knew. The school was doing well for her.

Ella and Nikalay were just staring at Karolina.

"Two, three, forty," said Karolina. "Once you learn the first dozen."

I like this girl.

"Colby, why don't you give Karolina the tour," said Nylah. "We will work out the details for tonight."

Still loving my sissy. We walked away and Karolina took my hand. Behind me I could hear someone that I am pretty sure was Ella let out an extended "Aww".

I led her through the more public areas. This was a crossroads and I admit I stopped, not sure what to do. Shy one, remember?

"Just stop it," said Karolina pretty forcefully. "I know you're shy and struggling, but you also know I want you. You have to. Show me your bedroom."

Direct. I like direct. I need to be direct.

This is where you're expecting some hot sex between an 11-year-old and a 6-year-old. I'm not kissing and telling this time.

But it was fucking spectacular. Spectacular fucking too.

Oops. Oh, come on. You know I wrote that with permission.

Colby is hilarious

Nylah here. Yeah I love supporting my bro. Buying the Clippers might have been a little over the top, but Steve wanted to sell, and I knew it. I know shit.

"Why don't Bill and I stay home with Leo," said Jessica. "Kwan and Noa will be here. Leo has some ideas about time travel. We invited Tegan and Nan to come over."

Ella and Nikalay laughed while looking confused. Just then Nan and Tegan walked in with Luca.

"We need to go," said Mom. Mom's here. Mom's in charge.

It goes without saying. She herded us down the hall into the garage.

My story, my pen

This is Colby again.

"At least four passenger vehicles that are full," said Mom. "We're parking constrained. Make a group and the driver should come get a parking pass." I don't know why, but I like the Kia Stinger, so Karolina, her parents, Nylah, and I ended up together. Somehow I ended up in the backseat between Ella and Nikalay. That wasn't uncomfortable at all.

You knew that was sarcasm, right?

They ended up being so damn nice. They seemed to be past it all and were dealing with the situation pretty well. We got to the arena and parked in the owner's spaces, which confused everyone a bit. It didn't confuse Mom. Nothing confuses Mom. We each got our ticket, on a lanyard, with our pass to the owner's suite. Karolina pulled me to the side.

"Why does all of this say owner's suite?" asked Karolina, with arms akimbo. God she looks good. I think my lust was showing because she dropped her arms and laughed.

"Let me guess. It all started when Leo mentioned to you that Dad likes the Clippers. You didn't own the Clippers then. You own them now," said Karolina. "I don't know what you have planned but don't give it to Dad. Not tonight. They're handling this well, but that's too soon."

"I agree," I said. "Nylah gave me the same advice. I think she regrets moving a little fast."

"Nylah bought it for you, so you could give it to my Dad, in hopes that it would help win my affection," said Karolina. I shrugged.

"You're a goofball," said Karolina. "Don't use your money to impress me. I already like you. It's not about the money."

Then she hugged me, which is how I ended up walking back to her parents with a visible hardon. Her dad didn't notice, thankfully.

Her mom did. They she snorted and looked straight at me.

I shrugged. It was my go to tonight.

Karolina leaned over and whispered to me.

"I'll let you know when you can give it to him," said Karolina. "Maybe as a dowry."

I smiled at her and then I am confident that my face changed because Karolina laughed. I'd finally processed the word dowry.

Oh God I hope so. She laughed again and took my hand. She led the way.

"It's a ritual with Dad and me," said Karolina, almost skipping at this point. "Once a year he and I go to a game. We sit way up high in the cheap seats, but before the game we get here early enough to walk by the owner's suite. Watch."

We got to the suite, and Nikalay walked over and tried the door. Of course, it wouldn't open. He turned to Karolina.

"Someday we'll have the key," he said.

"Oh, come on," I thought to Karolina. "Come get the damn key." Karolina turned and smiled at me and walked over. I pulled my badge over my head and pulled out the card tucked in the middle and handed it to her.

"However, you want to handle it, but I think you should give him the team right now," I thought to her. She looked back and her smile almost knocked me down. She got back to her dad and handed him the card and pointed at the electronic lock. He gave her a crazy look but laughed and held the card to the door.

We all heard the thunk of the lock opening. Karolina just nodded at him and he tried the door handle again.

To no surprise to anyone but Nikolay and Ella, the door opened. Karolina had to actually push her dad inside and we all followed her in. The lighting was muted, and the view was incredible. Catering had already arrived and there was a bartender with a fully stocked bar.

Our wines and IPAs. I looked at Nylah.

"I cut a deal with Jeannie Buss," said Nylah. "This suite is a consulate." Damn Nylah's sweet about the suite.

Oh God, not so soon. Not a Dad joke.

Nylah did that this afternoon somehow.

Somehow the amazing dinner buffet included bacon. I knew better than to ask. We all got plates and I found myself at a small table with Karolina and her parents. Nylah had wandered off. I love Nylah.

"So, Colby," asked Nikalay. "How do we have Steve Balmer's suite tonight? I take it someone in your family knows him well." I looked at Karolina with my most imploring eyes. She laughed.

"Actually Dad," said Karolina. "The Clippers changed hands today."

"You bought the Clippers to impress Karolina?" asked Ella.

"Well, I didn't buy the Clippers, Nylah did, and yes, it was impulsive, but come on, we're in the suite," I said. At least they all laughed.

"So, Nylah is going to own the Clippers. Adding the team to the Magic, Pacers, and Warriors, which you already own," said Nikalay.

"Well that's the problem," I said. "The league is a little concerned about the concentration of ownership, so we promised that even though we would provide all the working capital, we'd find someone out of the immediate family to be the owner. Someone that was a diehard fan."

Ella snorted. Karolina and I just stared at her and waited her out.

"Oh, come on," said Ella. "It just popped out." Karolina and I just kept smiling. Ella finally laughed and turned to Nikolay.

"Honey," said Ella. "They bought you the team." Nikalay turned to me.

"Thank you," he said, softly. Ella and Karolina looked at him stunned.

"That's it?" said Karolina. "Thank you? That's cool and all, but you're not even surprised." Nikalay smiled.

"I said I'd never been to the school. I didn't say I'd never read the journal. So no, this isn't a surprise, because this family has often bought ridiculous things for people they like, or the family of someone they really like. This one is a little over the top, but not surprising," said Nikalay. "Watch out super teams. There is a new super team in town."

"And it's a pretty generous dowry," added Nikalay, with a smirk. I suspect my face looked just like Karolina's. Surprised? More like stunned.

We did the only thing we could. We just moved on.

But it was only a matter of time.

Somebody won the game. I have no idea who. I was distracted.

I'm marrying this girl. That got me a big smile. Karolina leaned over.

"I accept," she whispered. Hot damn.

The kids at the shelter

Moni here. Mini-bus driver. Ringing a bell?

I'm supposed to let you know what happened after we flew off. I'm sure you're expecting a lot of drama followed by insane sex.

Not exactly.

We landed and took them on a tour of the facilities. We asked them if they'd prefer their own apartments or to share a larger apartment.

Share.

So, I showed them a very nice three-bedroom and made sure they understood this was a consulate. They knew what that meant. I showed them the community center, and then the school.

And the wrestling rooms.

I said there wasn't a lot of drama followed by insane sex. There wasn't.

There was no drama.

Now insane sex, there was a lot of that. I've got to go on another run, but I've promised I'll come back and finish the story.

Once I recover.

Sexiest

Morgan here. Change of topic. Colby's got a girlfriend. Yeah, yeah.

I'm kidding. I'm thrilled for him.

Right now, Mom is mad at me because I couldn't stop laughing. I just couldn't. I was in the room when Mom answered the phone. It was Patrick, the family publicist. Yeah, we don't talk about him much because we want less publicity not more, but he's actually good about that too.

He'd brought something to Mom, and I admit I found it hilarious. Not because it wasn't true, because it absolutely was, but, well, I don't know why I thought it was so funny.

He'd brought it to Mom because, you know, she decides things.

Still laughing. Sorry.

He had called to tell Mom that People Magazine had approached him about changing their annual Sexiest Man Alive issue for this year and awarding a Sexiest Couple Alive.

To Mom and Dad. Sorry, coughing fit. OK, laughing fit.

Now let's be honest, they truly are the sexiest couple alive. There isn't a person on earth that wouldn't do them. They're our fucking king and queen.

Nope. Couldn't hold it. Still funny.

I think Mom was getting a little pissed at me.

"What, you don't think we deserve it?" she asked. "I know it is silly and stupid, but it's a compliment and you don't think we deserve it." Oh shit, I could tell she was actually hurt. I calmed down.

"No, no," I said. "They are absolutely right. No one knows that more than me. Hell, you both just fucked me twenty minutes ago and I'm ready for another round. You are both stunning. Seriously. You don't need me to tell you this. I am sorry. I don't know why I think it is funny. Maybe because I've known you since Dad was a nerd programmer and skinny and you were the sexy nurse and I know that sounds like a bad porn movie, but it was a really good porn movie."

OK, I stopped. I was digging a hole.

At least she laughed.

"He was a skinny nerd. But he cared so much about the three of you that I just melted. It turned out OK, I think," she said. Yeah, I'd say so. We both laughed.

"Are you going to do it?" I asked.

"Every instinct says run and run fast," she said. "But honestly I think it would be kind of fun. Nerds rule. Let the world see it. I'm a little embarrassed, but I know I look good, even after having twins."

"Good enough to eat," I said, laughing.

"Pretty sure you just did that," she said. So I did, so I did.

We found Dad and she told him. I have no idea why I stayed, but at least this time I didn't laugh. I encouraged them to do it.

"They would want all of you in the shoot," said Dad. I don't know what look crossed my face, but they both laughed.

"Well you did encourage us," said Amy. Fuck. Yes, I did. I grimaced but agreed we would do it. Mom called Patrick back and told him to arrange it. They wanted to send a photographer here to do the shoot. Mom agreed but said we had to approve the photographer. She suggested Patrick research their photographers and pick one that was safe. They'd have one hell of a time, for sure.

It turned out the photographer that he chose was a woman. Cecilia. From New York City. We connected her with Mary Lou, and she asked what the closest airport was. I happened to be there and heard her suggest that we would just have someone pick her up. She told her to come to the apartment.

Then she and Amy Lou left to get her.

Oh, that was going to be a trip. Let's have the 11-year-old identical twins pick her up in a space plane. I guess I'll pass the pen to Mary Lou.

The Lous experience

Mary Lou here, with Amy Lou.

We weren't trying to do anything special. We just both wanted any hours we could get. Oh, we're fully certified, it's just fun as hell to fly a space plane. You knew we were going to come back the long way, right? I'd talked to Cecilia personally and made sure she understood that one of the criteria for her being chosen was that she was approved by Jackson.

She moaned. I thought that was a good sign, right? We were about to land. She should be here in about 15 minutes.

Just enough time for us to get each other off. Hey, nobody knew what we liked more than us.

The doorbell rang and we quickly got dressed. It was tempting to meet her naked, but let's not go there quite yet.

We had time on the plane, right? It was a good thing we didn't open the door naked because she wasn't alone. A seriously good looking guy was with her. She clearly saw the look on my face, after introductions. I saw Amy Lou on her phone, and she looked up beaming.

Oh good. Now we had a cock in space. Damn, the porn titles just roll out there, don't they? They didn't even seem that surprised that we were Bob and Amy's assistants. I was really pleased that they weren't even surprised we were the pilots. We gave them a tour of the apartment. They loved it, of course, and suggested we might do some shots here. We assured her that would be possible.

Then we got a little distracted when we hit the master bedroom. Well it does have quite the view, particularly when you added in that Amy Lou undressed. Which led to Cecilia undressing, which led to me undressing, which led to Markham undressing.

OK, we kind of all stripped at once. Amy Lou took Cecilia's hand and led her to the bed. Oh gosh, I was left with Markham. Ripped Markham with his hard 7-inch (18 cm) uncut cock. Darn it all. I pushed him down on the bed and took him in my mouth, but just long enough to get him a little lubricated. Like we needed it, given how wet I was. I popped up and dropped right down on his cock, just about the time Cecilia and Amy Lou both went off.

We actually stopped to watch. Well, Markham moaned and clearly wanted to keep going. OK, OK, I let him finish, but not before I got off. Then Amy Lou got her turn.

They both enjoyed watching Amy Lou and I clean each other out. It's pretty hot.

We got dressed, reluctantly, and headed up to the plane. We had time since the shoot was tomorrow. We were losing seven hours anyway, so we still decided to go around. We climbed fast and then floated around in the cabin with them and laughed a lot. We suggested they should experience fucking in space, and since we only had one cock with us, he should fuck her.

They were down with that. We just watched.

OK, and did cleanup.

Sex is fun, right?

Then Markham impressed us. Both.

Got it?

We finally landed and introduced them to Bob and Amy. Clearly they were both a little shell shocked to be meeting royalty, which made Bob actually laugh out loud.

"OK, stop," he said, with a smile. "We're not the king and queen of England. We're just a couple people from Florida that got lucky. Please just call us Bob and Amy and let's have some fun."

"Can I quote that for the article?" asked Cecilia. Bob looked a little surprised and laughed.

"Sure, because it is true. Just a couple of commoners that got lucky and started a country. Happens all the time, right?" said Bob. "Was your trip pleasant? Were Mary Lou and Amy Lou able to accomplish everything you needed?" Markham clearly got hard at that.

"I guess so," laughed Amy. "Got any left for me?" With that, she took both their hands and headed towards their bedroom. We're not stupid. We followed right along.

"You know there are some things you can't put in the article, right?" said Amy. "Sex with all of us is one of those things." They quickly both agreed.

"All of us?" asked Cecilia.

"Oh, just wait. You'll need a weeklong nap," said Bob. Yes, yes they would.

Amy Lou and I just freelanced. A lick here. A stroke there. Markham was an impressive man and not just in looks. He had one left for Amy.

And one for Bob.

Bob had clearly abstained today. He had one for Amy, of course. Another for Cecilia. Then one for Markham.

And still had one for Amy Lou and another for me.

Five total! OK we were in bed for a couple hours, but still. By the time we were done it was really late local time. Elias had dinner ready and we both stayed. I will pass the pen back to Amy though.

Dinner was so much fun

Amy here. Well that was fun. Who cares about a photoshoot? Dinner was quite the affair. All the kids came, with their significant others. Others plural in some cases. The extended family all came, including Gabe's clan, Ruby's clan, Jesse and Julia. Just our kids was quite a group. How the hell did we have nine kids? This article was going to be interesting, though. We talked openly with Cecilia and Markham about Leslie's trio, and that Hunter and Hallie were twins, and about the quads. Oh, and their ages. We weren't sure we wanted all that in the article. Cecilia was great and understood and suggested she do a draft and let us read how she positioned it. She could always edit it down. The editors would because her articles always came in way too long. At least that's what she said.

It seems like a great idea.

I don't know where anyone else slept, but tonight I ended up with Gabe and Ruby. Talk about a way back machine. I remembered the day we met them. Tiny little Ruby, with just a flat chest. Gabe was small, with just a little cock.

Not anymore. Ruby was a solid B cup. Don't get me started on Gabe's long, thick cock and his skills.

We hadn't crossed time zones and Gabe had a lot left in him. We started with our favorite position, with me kneeling over Ruby. God I love this girl. I really do. It has been so fun watching them all grow up. All of them. One hell of a group we have here.

She's also quite talented. So is Gabe. I was up and over. And over. And over. Gabe pulled out and covered us both. Then he was a good guy and cleaned us both up. Yeah, yeah, it as a tough job, right?

Then I laid back and watched the two of them. I know they both are married, but there was something about them together. The love just showed. OK, I admit, I played with myself throughout.

Then Gabe had me bouncing up and down on him. Ruby ran out and came back in with the double-ended dildo already in place.

DP with Ruby in the back.

We fell asleep a sticky, sweaty mess. We have one hell of a life.

When I woke up the next morning, Gabe and Ruby were gone. I understood. They went back to their partners. Mates. I have no idea what to call them. I wasn't alone though. Bob was in the bed. I don't know when he came in, but he was spooning me and softly snoring. I'm afraid I woke him up because I felt him start to gently stroke my clit. I turned my head to thank him and it wasn't Bob stroking me. It was Morgan. Naked, wearing only a big smile. Wow. She truly is gorgeous. So strong and confident, with a big smile and easy laugh. She is 19 years old and runs the largest charity in the world, plus is our Minister of Finance. And was the US Treasury Secretary. I never really thought about it before, but running Hayden technically made her Sophia's boss. I'll ask her about that sometime, but right now I need to focus because she switched to licking me now. I'm afraid it did wake up Bob, because he gently pushed her head away and slid right in.

What a nice start to the day.

Bob saved himself though. If by saved himself you mean Morgan and I blew him together and then he power fucked me.

Then he made love to Morgan, with my help. Now that's a good dad.

We finally stumbled out to the kitchen because breakfast was more important than a shower right now. I know we were a bit of a fright because I could see the cum in Morgan's hair and was pretty sure I was dripping down my leg. What a way to meet our guests. Sometimes you just forget. Oh, did I mention we were all still naked? Oh, good. They seem to fit right in. Not only are they both naked, Markham clearly has cum in his hair and I'm pretty sure Cecilia is dripping. I decided to test that theory and dropped to my knees and spread her legs apart and licked. Yeah, she moaned. Mmm. Tavi, Orlando, and Hunter. It was tasty. She added her own nice tang. Breakfast could wait. I stood up, took her hand, and pulled her out onto the porch and onto a double-chaise.

She's all clean now. Me too.

OK, now we need to shower. The shoot was for whenever we were ready, and they'd shoot in the order that people came out or came over. Some had gone home. We had everyone come. They might not use all the pictures, but they were going to meet, and shoot, and possibly fuck, everyone. We expected they'd stay past tomorrow, if they wanted everyone and yes, I mean that in every way. Everyone that was important in our lives. Everyone that was part of our family. They were all there. Mary and John. Blake and Alison. Julia and Jesse. Juanita. Hana and Haru. Margot and Marcel. I won't go through them all, but you know. I'll let them tell their weekend stories. There are a lot of them. Oh, I can't forget Jase and Ileana. They came in complete serf outfits and announced that they were serfs one and two.

At least Ileana got to be serf one. I felt bad that they put in that much effort for outfits that did not stay on for more than three minutes.

We made it up to them.

They left in everything

Amy taking the pen again. We just got the article back from Cecilia. No, that's not quite right. We got the issue back from Cecilia with a note asking if we would be offended it they made it the Sexiest Family Alive issue. I loved the sub-title, although it felt a little pompous. Who are doing more for the world than you are. An issue. With the entire family. Cecilia had sent a box of them and we had everyone come over that was nearby. Nearby means something different to people with space planes. Somehow we all managed to sit and read the magazine first. She also included a note apologizing that she couldn't include everyone. She wanted to, and did in her first draft, but the issue ended up being almost a half inch thick. Well, we're fun.

I loved how she dealt with all the sex. She didn't, but if you read between the lines and her comments on affection, passion, and lots of hugs, and you had any sense, you developed a picture. Now relationships, she was blunt. Gabe and Carlina were pretty well-known, but the quads, and Leslie's twin lovers, were not. She didn't pull any punches about their being in adult relationships and living together. Would this cause a firestorm or a whimper? We had a spirited, and brief, conversation on whether to leave it all in.

It was brief because we had a unanimous agreement.

Leave it all. Things were changing. This was just putting our foot on the gas.

It was their most popular issue ever. By a huge margin. Multiple reprints big. So, they published two sequels.

No, the pictures of damn near everyone in swimsuits didn't make any difference. Yeah, right. If only they'd included pictures of us without swimsuits. It would have been even more popular. And probably banned in Alabama.

I laughed when Cecilia texted me asking if we had any more in the family because her bosses wanted a fourth issue.

Ten minutes later she texted to ask if they could do a reprint of all three issues with pictures more appropriate for more open-minded parts of the world. She emailed me a PDF of the proposed issue. The basic difference was that the women and girls were topless. That's it. It was the tit version. OK, it was kind of nice, but no. I texted her and said we couldn't agree and explained why.

I got another email within 30 seconds. I think she expected my reply. This version had everyone, and I mean everyone, naked. Casually, not inappropriately. My absolute favorite was a shot of Marcel. He's standing at the edge of the pool with his arms thrown up in the air. About four feet from his arms is Nan, in mid-air, with her arms and legs thrown out with an expression of pure joy. I'm even in the picture. If you figure out basically where Nan was going to land, I'd just photobombed that spot. Not intentionally, but I had walked through. It was deep enough for little Nan to land, but only came up just above my waist. I have a look of sheer terror on my face because I have just figured out what was about to happen.

And did. She just creamed me. We both went under and came up sputtering.

That was the next shot in the series. The last shot was Nan riding around on my shoulders in the pool. It was a great progression of photos.

Now, what if I told you everyone in the photos was naked. In the buff. Nothin'.

It is such a fabulous series. Marcel is naked. You can see his penis hanging down. It's not hard. It is not inappropriate at all. Me, I'm out of the water at my waist, showing off my greatest assets. My tits.

It's Nan that is accidentally a little more graphic. Her legs thrown out has opened her up a bit. In the magazine it really isn't that noticeable.

Unless you zoom. A bunch of us were sitting on the couch paging through the issue trying to decide, shot by shot, what was OK. Nan loved this series and insisted it stay.

Then she grabbed the remote and zoomed in and focused right on her little pussy. God it was amazing. The photo quality was quite good because it survived the zoom with great clarity.

"Think about all the boys and girls that will zoom in and masturbate to my pussy," said Nan. "More power to them."

"It won't just be kids," said Bob and Nan laughed.

"Oh, they can dream for my ninth birthday," she said.

"We all do Nan," said Bob. She laughed again and gave Bob a peck on the cheek. Even that made his cock bounce. Yeah, we're all naked and yeah we'd all enjoyed some of the pictures.

"Finish," said Nan, in her stern voice. Her you do what I tell you voice. "To my picture." She jumped off the couch and laid on the floor in front of Bob. She spread her legs and started pinching a nipple. She started stroking herself and Bob starting stroking his cock. We all watched. OMG we did. She was getting close and I guess Bob was too because he timed it. He came so hard that some of his cum splashed off his chest and out onto Nan. It was an accident.

Pari cleaned Nan up quickly.

In the end, we approved the new version. Yes, every single one of us was nude, but come on, Paris show, right?

The magazine is in its 54th printing.

Sexiest family alive. Damn straight.

Good luck next year, people. People.

I can't wait for Nan's ninth birthday either.

Dinner at The Falls

OK, I think I edited this to make more sense as a stand-alone journal entry. Another change of direction in the journal. Sorry, this is Jaylen, your official White House stud.

See! Bad jokes just roll off the keyboard into the journal. And I am pretty bad at it. Working on it. Sort of. Chris isn't even President anymore! It took me a while to write this.

This is a story that I had put as a tangent in my only other story. Chris made me move it. It is all about the night I was invited to dinner at The Falls, Chris' Washington, DC home.

That was one hell of a night. They invited Jims and me. Jims dressed up in nice slacks, a dress shirt, and a small tie. I wore my suit. My only suit. I need another suit. We arrived on time, not really knowing what else to do, and rang the doorbell. The door opened to Chris, in the tiniest bikini I have ever seen.

"Whoops," said Chris. "Nobody shared the dress code. We'll find you something." She held our her hands and we each took one. The teenage President of the United States is walking us through her mansion, dressed in a tiny bikini. I might be in heaven. I realized that another woman was walking with us too. What is her name? Oh yeah, Kira. She's Secret Service.

And wearing what I think is called a tankini. A small one. That is a little sheer.

I am walking through the President's mansion hard as a rock. I admit I looked, and so did Jims.

Can't say I blame him. Chris led us down a hall and into a storeroom. I'd call it a closet, but it is bigger than our apartment. It is freaking huge. Chris stepped back and looked me up and down.

"30 inch waist, 32 inseam," she asked, and I nodded. She walked over to a section that was actually labeled with that size. It was the largest section in the room. Slacks, dress shirts, polo shirts, suits, sport coats. Everything. There were also two big suitcases.

Large suitcases.

"Hey, these are all my sizes," said Jims, pointing at the area next to this. Chris just smiled.

"We'll get you all loaded up before you go," said Chris, waving at the suitcases.

"I'll help," said Kira, giving me a smile. A smile that made my cock bounce and I am pretty sure that made her smile.

I think it made her smile.

I hope it made her smile. There is something about Kira.

Chris walked over and picked up a boy's swimsuit and handed it to Jims who proceeded to strip naked and put it on. I think I stared at him.

"Oh, so you're bashful?" said Jims. "Don't be. They'll enjoy the show. Who knows, if you say please, they might take off their suits."

I think I stood there for over a minute before I spoke. I did notice that both Chris and Kira's nipples were hard now. It is just not me, but I could not, just could not, pass this up. They both appeared to be waiting for me to speak.

"Perhaps this is inappropriate, and I don't always understand, but would you both please take off your swimsuits?" I asked.

They did! By undressing each other. O.M.G.

Then Kira walked over and stood close to me. Very close.

"May I undress you?" she asked. I couldn't speak, so I just nodded. She carefully removed my coat and hung it up. Then she got down on her knees and untied my shoes and had me lift my feet and she took off my shoes and socks. She carefully folded the socks and put them in the shoes. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. She's naked. She's right there.

This was going to be embarrassing.

"I've seen a hard cock before," said Kira. "I'd be a little disappointed if I didn't make you hard." She pushed my shirt off my shoulders. Jims grabbed it before she could and hung it up.

"One last chance. May I please continue?" she said. I nodded. She unbuckled my pants, unbuttoned them, and unzipped them. Then she pushed them down, with my underwear, kneeling in the process.

She was on her knees and helped me lift out of the pants and underwear. She stayed on her knees and looked up at me.

"May I suck your cock?" she asked. "Please." I just kept up a good thing and nodded. She freaking swallowed my cock. Down her throat. I wasn't going to last long.

"Have you cum today?" asked Chris and I shook my head no. That's when Kira sucked me all the way in and used her throat muscles to milk the cum out of me.

OMG.

She pushed on me a bit, and I got the hint and laid down on the carpet. She climbed up and sat on my legs. My cock was already rock hard again. Kira is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Somehow that got me a very nice smile. This is all confusing.

"May I please?" she asked.

"Anything, you have my permission for absolutely anything," I said. She smiled. Chris ran off and came back with a dildo and some lube, which is how I found myself with a dildo up my ass just as Kira lowered herself onto my cock.

Both good things.

I might be in love. Not with the dildo, although it is pretty nice. With Kira.

She was still gently bouncing up and down on my cock but leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"I accept," she said. That's when I just exploded in her. I mean a lot of cum. Dripping out. Chris came over and pushed Kira off of me and onto her back. She waved for me to join her.

Which is how I found myself licking my own cum out of a gorgeous Secret Service agent with the sexy President of the United States.

Who then pushed me over and dropped right onto my hard again cock.

"Good," said Jims. "Now I can join in."

Which is how I found myself fucking the President while Jims fucked her in the ass.

I have a great job.

"Do you want to get married in the White House?" asked Chris, in between orgasms.

There I go. Cumming again.

We were in the closet for quite a while. When we walked out, we were sticky, a bit cum covered, and naked. We walked into a room where there were a lot of people that were sticky, a bit cum covered, and naked.

Tonight is going well. I had met everyone but hadn't met everyone.

"Yet," whispered Chris.

Yet, says the Commander in Chief. Which made Chris laugh.

As we walked into the room, Kira took my hand. I think I floated into the room. When we walked in, everyone started cheering and clapping.

"Why are they cheering and clapping?" I asked, to Kira.

"Because we got engaged," said Kira. Holy shit. Did we really get engaged! That is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Yay!

Somehow that got me an incredibly passionate kiss from Kira, to more cheers from the group.

"When are you getting married?" asked Ruby.

"Right after we fuck," growled Kira, pushing me back onto this big lounge thing. She climbed right up and settled on my cock. And stopped.

"Amy, get the fuck over here," shouted Kira. And so, there's Queen Amy. An interesting way to meet her. Naked, with Kira impaled on my cock. Then again, she's naked and leaking what appears to be copious amounts of cum. She caught me looking and looked down and laughed.

"Want to lick it off?" she asked, and Kira laughed.

"You trying to slow down my wedding?" asked Kira, still laughing.

"Just a bit," said Amy which was when she threw a leg over me and sat right down.

I am decidedly OK with that. Amy just kept going over, which pushed out more and more cum. Which I enjoyed. I could tell there were multiple flavors, so to speak. I concentrated, so I wouldn't cum too fast. That's not easy when it is Kira bouncing up and down. I tried reciting the Gettysburg address, in my head.

Then Kira joined in. In my head.

I didn't get very far.

Four score and seven years agoooooooo.

Amy rolled off and Kira did too. I looked up and every single person in the room was dressed. Nicely. And apparently freshly showered.

Chris laughed.

"We had almost an hour," said Chris.

I guess I lasted longer than I thought, which made the entire room start laughing. Kira pulled me up.

"We need to shower too," said Kira.

"What about Amy?" I asked.

"She can find her own bathroom," growled Kira. We went back into a bedroom and into the bathroom and Kira started the shower. By leaning over. And flashing me her pussy. She turned back and, you guessed it, rock hard.

"Save it for the honeymoon tonight," said Kira. Tonight? Really?

That's when I found out that Kira is an only child and both her parents had passed. Between us, the only relative we have is Jims. Who is here.

Apparently we are getting married tonight.

We quickly washed up and Kira made me sit down. Then she shampooed my hair.

Have I used OMG yet? It was amazing. When she was done, I had her sit down.

Somehow washing her hair rocked her through several orgasms. We finally got out and dried off. Kira has a cute little bob, not that much longer than mine, and we dried our hair and got dressed. Somehow there is a tuxedo in my size. I got dressed in another room because Kira told me I had to leave so she could put on her wedding dress.

I am not even going to think about why she has a wedding dress here.

I walked out and the entire living room had been cleared and there were rows of chairs setup. Jims was standing at the front, opposite Chris. Amy is facing us.

Got it. Jims is standing up for me and Chris is for Kira. Sure, sure, the President. At our wedding. The same day I got engaged. At 16.

I walked up to my spot and stood next to Jims. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and showed me the rings. Gorgeous rings. I'm not even going to ask. Just then the wedding march started playing and we all turned to look. Bob was walking Kira down the aisle. I think. I didn't focus on that.

Just on Kira. Who looks freaking amazing. Bob walked her to a spot next to me and stepped away and sat down, just beaming.

And Amy married us.

Just like that.

We all walked outside and there was an entire reception setup, including a band. Which appears to be Maroon 5. Which I now know is Kira's favorite band.

I just got married. Cool.

It was amazing. There was a sit down, catered dinner. A huge wedding cake. Presents, from everyone. I looked at the table and it included presents from all over the world. I saw one from Angela Merkel. Another from Justin Trudeau.

I am going to go through life repeating the phrase how the fuck.

"Or you can just roll with it," said Kira. That I can.

Chris came over.

"Time for you to take your honeymoon," she said. Colby and Nylah were with her.

"You have a suite at the Dionysus DC hotel for the night," said Nylah. "Colby and I will pick you up at 1100. That will get you to Paris in time for a nice dinner. You have a suite at the George V for three days. We'll pick you up again and take you to Venice, where you'll spend a full week at the family home. There are a number of nice wineries and it is just gorgeous."

"I won't be able to drink at a winery," I said, and Nylah laughed.

"You're old enough to drink in Italy, but even if you weren't, the family owns every winery in the area," said Colby.

Well sure they do.

Chris suggested we move the honeymoon to a different chapter. It was amazing, but we got home to controversy. I'll let Kira tell that story.

I knew it was a risk, but worth it

Today is my first day back from my honeymoon. My supervisor has scheduled a meeting at 9 am and made it clear that the head of HR would be with him. I knew this was a risk and do you know what? Remember, this was while Chris was still President. The timeline can get a little confusing when we are late with our entry.

I don't give a shit. I talked to Chris about it in advance and she gave me three options. The first, I just ride it out and make my case. She coached me through that. The second was I just resign and go to work for the family. God that sounds like the mafia. Part of the family now.

That made Chris laugh. Did I mention she's going down on me right now? She's kind of insatiable.

The third was she would just tell them to shove it up their asses and she was overriding them. She actually said the words shove it up their asses.

Chris rarely holds back. Now you're wondering how I talked to Chris in advance. We talked before I even met Jaylen. We both knew I would meet someone in this circumstance, just not who. Underage. At least in the US.

Then the day came. And I came. Repeatedly.

Just like right now.

OK, a quick shower and off to the meeting.

When I got to his office, no one in the outer office would even look at me. Dead woman walking. Shit. Then again, my plan B involves working for Dionysus at a significant pay increase.

And a house. On the water. With a yacht. Why am I fighting for this job? Because I love it. I really do. I love Chris. I love Kyrsten, should we ever find her. After then, who knows. I might retire with my hubby to a mansion on the Mediterranean.

Rough choice, isn't it? It actually empowered me. Firm, but not aggressive. I'm channeling Chris.

I'll just call them Boss and HR since their names don't matter. I walked into his office and we went through surprisingly uncomfortable greetings. They're pissed. Really pissed. I'm not. I'm smiling and playing it straight.

That confuses them. They thought I would be intimidated.

"You have brought shame upon the Secret Service," intoned Boss and yes, intoned is the right choice.

"How?" I asked. Such a simple, one word response.

"You married an underaged man!" he shouted.

Which just made me speak softly.

"Nope," I said.

"He's 16!" shouted the HR person. They're in a shouting mood.

"Yep," I said. I'm not giving them anything.

"That's illegal!" shouted Boss.

"Nope," I said.

"Are you ever going to use more than one word?" said HR.

"Maybe," I said. Yeah, snarky.

"Listen," I said. "I understand your concern, misguided as it is. This is not an issue for a lot of reasons. Jaylen is a dual citizen which means he is an adult. Period. Every jurisdiction. Period. But we went beyond that. He is also emancipated, which in Virginia, where we were married, is cause for a court ordered exception from the rule. It only requires one judge. I have already provided a copy of that ruling for my personnel file. It is entirely legal, and you have literally no path to take any action against me and, as a lawyer, I'll be paying quite close attention to your actions. This is up to you. This can be quiet and just not be an issue, or this can be public and just flat embarrass the hell out of you and the Secret Service. I married the man I love. Get over it."

"You have a court order?" said HR.

"That's your question?" I said. I just shook my head. HR opened her laptop and was clearly pulling up my file. She scrolled down and finally looked up.

"You have a court order signed by Ruth Bader Ginsberg," she said.

That seemed rhetorical to me.

"Clearly a forgery," said Boss. "We are terminating your employment, effective today. Boxes are at your desk. Your security clearance has been revoked. You will be escorted from the building."

I think it confused him when I laughed.

"Oh God, this is going to be fun," I said.

"Please remember that you can only sue the Federal government with the permission of the government," said HR, in the most pompous voice.

That's when I opened the file folder that I brought with me.

I handed each of them a copy of the lawsuit that had already been filed.

This time HR laughed.

"We didn't give you permission," she said, with a grin.

"Turn to the last page," I said.

They both did and then looked at me.

"The President approved your suit?" said HR, clearly shocked.

That's when Boss turned his document to her.

He was showing her the injunction preventing them from firing me, plus the document reinstating my security clearance.

The injunction was from the Supreme Court. And was unanimous.

"You do know that I got married at Chris' house, right?" I said. "It is unlikely for you to prevail. She is prepared to testify for me."

They both sat back and folded their arms.

"Our court date is in less than an hour," I said. "You should find an attorney to show up."

That's when I got up and left. I walked straight to the courthouse. I met my attorney and we waited patiently. Just as it was time for our case to be called, Boss and HR literally ran up. well, Boss is an attorney. They skidded to a stop and just stared.

My attorney is Hunter.

Well now.

Our case was called, and we all took our positions at the table. We waited patiently while the judge read through the complaint. He just got it, given the pace at which this is moving. He finally looked up.

"General, I'm confused," said the judge. "You're representing the plaintiff?"

"Yes, your honor," he said. "On a personal basis. I recused myself from the government's position. I don't like to be associated with cases that are obvious losers."

Oh boy.

The judge turned to Boss and HR.

"On what grounds are your firing her?" asked the judge.

"She got married to a 16-year-old," shouted HR. That got her a glare.

"Please consider your behavior in front of the court. I am confident the government can bring someone else in to replace you if I throw you in jail for contempt," said the judge. "And while you shouted a factual statement, it is not cause for dismissal. She is legally married to a legal adult. Your argument cannot be based on his age. Move on to your next argument. Do you have a documented history of her failing to do her job? The marriage is out of bounds. Tell me what else you have."

We all waited them out. If there is one thing I have learned from Chris, it is the value of silence. Wait. them. out.

It appears they did not.

I suspect it is going to be ugly. To my surprise, it was not. I went back to the office and in the breakroom there was a cake and a pile of wedding presents. Jaylen was with me, because we both knew he should be, just not why.

It is a handy skill. The same skill that led me to have a wedding dress at The Falls. We had a nice celebration and opened all the presents. To my surprise, my boss came in carrying a gift.

"I wanted to apologize. We're still struggling to understand working with the President and the whole Dionysus thing confuses us. I feel, in hindsight, that I got railroaded by HR. I only wish the best for you," he said.

"Thank you," I said. "And if it matters, you're forgiven."

"It does," he said, with a smile. A nice smile.

Not going there.

And with that, I'm going to work.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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