21 March 2022

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Let's watch some heads explode

My name is Cassiopeia and even I admit it is a lot to type. But it is what I prefer. Still long. After all, there is already a Cassie.

Did you hear me moan?

Phary and I are about to leave the house. In this case a small 13,000 square foot 12/16 that had been a nice Bed and Breakfast. It was full up so Phary and I were sharing.

So back to exploding heads.

Our house was on the back nine.

Of Augusta National.

Our big group was here for the Masters. An iconic event. There were over 40 of us.

I have once again led you astray. Phary and I are not here to watch the Masters.

We are here to play in the Masters. I won three tournaments. Phary won four.

PGA.

Not LPGA.

No woman has ever played in the Masters.

Let me add gas to the explosion. Vegas odds has us tied at 2-1.

They declined to post odds on any other player. It was going to be bedlam, so we were leaving really early. Sure we are excited, but we are also headstrong. You see, there were protestors. Grown men protesting that two young women are ranked 1-2 in the world.

So us being, well, us, we were going to address it head on.

With a film crew in tow. Mia and Valeria.

More powerful young women.

We took a cart up the interior cart paths. When we got there we drove around to the front. We were already dressed except we had plain shirts. We are not going to involve our sponsors in this. Sponsors is misleading. We basically advertised charities we support. We walked over to the protestors. Mia and Valeria were filming with excellent audio. We walked right up to the most Alpha guy holding a surprisingly offensive sign. We could tell by his look he felt trapped.

"Hi," I said. "I'm Cassiopeia and this is Phary. What's your name?" I held out my hand for a handshake. He looked at it like it was on fire.

I didn't pull it back. I kept it out there. He started fidgeting and finally shook my hand. Not an impressive handshake.

"Bulldog," he said. OK, Bulldog. Good grief. Bulldog is about 5'7" and I'm pretty sure that was in both directions. I know it is rude, but the guy was round.

"A pleasure to meet you, Bulldog," said Phary. "We are aware that you do not want us to play and respect that our positions may never change. But we would like to learn. Coach us. Help us understand what you believe to be the problem."

Then we smiled and waited. And waited. Nothing except a small stream of spit that dripped out of the corner of his mouth. Some of the others had crowded around.

I'm not sure the 13-year-old Filipino girl asking helped. Especially since she is number one. She threatened to play the master's with just her four iron.

She added a driver, so she is up to five clubs now. It gave her another twenty yards on her drive. Her average consistently leads the PGA. P.G.A.

"Your sign has some pretty direct suggestions. Are those appropriate for children that your laws say are underage?" I asked.

I did not expect that reaction. He dropped his sign and ran. Surprisingly fast.

The wrong way. Onto the course. Which led to a group of security people making chase, some on foot, but most in golf carts.

I'm guessing the course is going to be a little rough today. Oh God. Rough. I've got to tell Bob that one.

Something about having your leader run onto course, crying, tends to blunt your protest. The others just drifted away. A few surprised late arrivals got amazing parking places.

How cool was that.

As you can imagine the press descended on us. There was a very clear code for this in our family. We are newcomers. Outsiders. We will not take the spotlight from the established stars.

It started quickly. We turned around and there must have been 100 journalists, TV crews, and more. Anderson was standing front and center. Not fair. I love him. I didn't know what to do. Phary put her hand on my arm.

"Anderson, a pleasure to see you," said Phary.

"I was hoping to get an interview," he said. Phary smiled.

"Have you ever interviewed a rookie at the Masters before?" asked Phary.

He looked a little embarrassed and said no. She was being sweet, but I knew where she was headed.

"Have you ever been to the Masters?" asked Phary.

He blushed a little more. On live TV and he had to admit it was his first.

"So what would make someone of your stature fly to Augusta to interview a couple rookies?" asked Phary.

He smiled. She might have walked into a trap.

"You're special. You're the two youngest to play ever. You're the only rookies to ever play. You're currently ranked 1 and 2 and have seven wins between you," said Anderson. "And one of you only uses five clubs. That's weird." He gave Phary his biggest smile. I wasn't sure how she would react but in the end she laughed.

"All excellent points," said Phary. "We will happily talk to you about any of those particular topics."

Oh. Burn. He had been so careful not to mention our gender. Now he couldn't.

So he didn't. He did a straight interview on just those topics. Phary led but made sure I got as much time as she did. We did veer off topic but in a good way. We talked about the schools and more. It ended up being about 30 minutes before we wound down.

Someone came over and talked briefly to Anderson who turned to us.

"That was amazing," said Anderson. Phary laughed.

"I didn't think you could do it," said Phary and this time Anderson laughed.

"I didn't think I could either but it was amazing. Here's the thing. I've long been tired of my being gay headlining my life. I am. So what. So how could I bring myself to define you only as young women?" he said.

Phary went in for the hug. Oh hell I joined them. We finally pulled apart.

His producer leaned in again and Anderson laughed and pointed at us.

"I'm in if they are," said Anderson. The producer turned to us.

"We would like to turn this into a 30-minute special and air it tonight. We would leave in Anderson's comments and the hug," he said. Ok we all laughed.

"No," said Phary to their disappointment. "Wait. Not yet. That's better. The tournament is over Sunday. That gives you time to hype it and Sunday night you can do a quick intro when we finish 1-2 and then go right into it."

The two men chatted for a bit and both stuck out their hands. We crossed and all shook.

"Oh wait," said the producer. "We need your parents to sign the release." Anderson snorted. We just smiled and waited. He finally caught on.

"They can sign. They're both legal adults," said Anderson.

"Now I'm confused," said the producer. "I was told you were 13 and 14."

"Yep," I said. He just looked at Anderson.

"They're adults. Trust me," said Anderson. The producer turned and looked us again. The recognition lit his eyes.

"You're from Dionysus," he said with surprising reverence.

"We both live in Dallas," said Phary.

Anderson snorted again.

"A factual answer that left key details out," said Anderson. "You should be a politician."

"They're both Dionysus citizens," said Anderson. Suddenly everyone's cameras popped back up, aimed behind us. Just as we turned, Amy swept me into a hug and Bob did the same with Phary. Then Pari hugged us both. The trio together. Oh good.

There was silence. Even Anderson is still in awe. Then they both hugged him and that helped. Bob reached into his pocket and pulled something out and handed it to Anderson who looked at it.

"This is a diplomatic passport from Dionysus, in my name," said Anderson. "I can't accept this. It would be a conflict of interest."

"Actually," said Amy. "CNN legal approved it. In fact, they prefer it. We all believe you'll all be safer under our flag."

Anderson mulled it over.

"And we prefer key people in companies owned by the kingdom to have one," said Bob. That perked people up.

"You bought CNN," asked another reporter.

"Sort of," said Bob, smiling. Oh my. I give all the media people credit. They waited him out. Finally he laughed.

"Well played," laughed Bob. "We bought AT&T which includes CNN."

Everyone shouted questions. Amy waved them down.

"We are here for the golf and to cheer on our friends," said Amy. "And watch one of them win."

"Which one?" asked Anderson and Amy laughed.

"May the best young woman win," said Amy. How diplomatic but Phary is going to kick my ass.

But I am coming in second.

We finally teed off. Due to our rankings we were paired together and the last to tee off. The crowd at the tee was incredible.

And loud. I didn't care. Neither did Phary. I learned on a crappy public course. Noise didn't bother me. Phary is Phary.

Nothing bothers her. I'll give you the perfect example. I've learned more control. I can make people cum with my mind. I did one day, on the seventh tee. During her backswing. She vibrated through a powerful orgasm on the down swing and knocked it out there almost 270 yards. The best drive I have ever seen in my life. She just shrugged. I didn't do it again, not because it wasn't fun, but it just meant she would beat me by more.

I teed off and was proud of my drive. Right down the fairway and a solid 220 yards. My swing felt great. I expected the jitters, but they settled quickly. Phary lined up for her shot and hit it solidly. It flew and flew and when it landed it hit my ball. A direct hit. Both balls bounced and flew into the rough, on opposite sides of the fairway.

I leaned over to Phary.

"Next time can you go a few inches left or right?" I said.

I didn't realize ABC was filming us. That made Sports Center.

We walked up to our balls. My dad is my caddy and Phary's mom is hers.

The first female caddy at the Masters. It felt appropriate. One of the very rare times I missed having a mom, but I had something better. My dad.

My ball was ok and sitting up on the tall grass. I was lucky. I took my shot and it just felt right. I couldn't exactly see where it landed but there was a huge cheer from the people around the green so that seemed good. Particularly since they're not supposed to cheer. I walked over and Phary didn't have as favorable a lie. Hers buried itself a bit. A camera man came over and took a close up.

"Stand over there," said Phary, to the camera man. "You should focus on the ball. If it goes well, it will be cool. If not, it will be embarrassing. Either way a win-win for you." Her mom handed her a four iron. Seriously. Five clubs in her bag. I think my dad is jealous.

She took a big swing and it hit the dirt, just covering her with grass and dirt.

But the ball just shot out. I can't even figure out how. She tore out a hunk of the rough. We watched it and it made the green and there suddenly was a huge cheer. That's kind of odd at a golf tournament.

We walked up to the edge of the green. Shit. Neither of our balls was on the green. Shit. We asked an official because we didn't see them land. He laughed.

And pointed.

At the flag. No. Just no. Phary and I walked onto the green and looked at the cup. My ball was in the hole, with hers sitting on top of it.

The crowd let out another cheer.

Eagles on the first hole. That seemed good. The rest of the day was great. We played well and went into the clubhouse tied at 6 under. The surprise was Nellson, who is a student at Stanford. He was sitting at 5 under. Wow. Although, Nellson. Could you have a more Stanford name?

Did I mention Nellson is a hunk and I should remind you that Stanford is now Dionysus Stanford? We would have him. Yes we.

Moving on. Fourth place was at 2 under. Fifth was 1 over.

A good start but not enough to get cocky

Hey, maybe Phary will start using a sixth club. Nah.

A modest amount of fun

It was our first night and we were in the lead. Still Cassiopeia. Maybe I should just go by C. I don't think that works. We had two more rounds to go, so we were not going to fuck it up. We were going to work out and go to bed early.

Rightttttt.

Well, we did, sort of. We went to the gym in the house and did a full circuit, but with weights below our norm. Just a little muscle stretch. I suppose it bugged me some that tiny little Phary could outlift me. By a lot.

But I was working on it.

"Have you looked at weightlifting records in your weight class?" I asked. "You're lifting incredible weights."

"Yeah," said Phary. "I'm entered in the Summer Olympics," said Phary. I smiled at her.

"Shit, you're serious," I said, and she laughed.

"Yeah," said Phary. "I'm in the under 49 kilo class, even though I only weigh 39 kilos. It's the lowest class. I'm actually pretty confident. Watch."

She did what I know is a Clean and Jerk just flawlessly. She'd showed me the moves, but never explained the Olympics. She pointed at the weight. I looked and it is 145 kilos. That's a lot.

"I usually do 170," she said. "Look up the records. Wikipedia has them."

"It just says World Standard, but that would win the 87 class. Your class record is 118. Fucking 118. I think you got a shot, kiddo," I said. "What's your practice weight for the Snatch?" Which sounds a lot more fun than it is.

"I'm training at 140 right now, but targeting 156," said Phary.

"You aren't even 5'0"," I said, and she laughed.

"I don't have as far to lift," she said, with a smile.

"The World record for any weight class is 115. You're already 25 kilos over that," I said. "That would win the men's 67 kilo class. By a kilo."

"I know," she laughed. "I'm entered in the men's competition, too. It's controversial, but the rules about that are at the country level. Morgan approved it."

Well, sure.

Bob walked in and did a circuit with us. You could have added our weights on each machine and then damn near doubled it. His workout was seriously intense and yet he just chatted all the way through it. Bob is a freak in so many good ways.

Then it hit me.

"You're going to the Olympics too," I said.

"Sure," said Bob. "It should be fun." Fun. He's training and thinking of it as fun. I pulled out my phone again.

"What are your personal bests. Snatch and Clean and Jerk?" I asked. Bob gave me a big smile and then waited while I vibrated through a huge orgasm. That was mean, Bob. OK, it was glorious.

"266, 306," he said. "572 total."

"That total would beat the record in the unlimited class by 88 kilos," I said. He smiled again, but I closed my eyes. I had to laugh because Phary turned and looked him in eye at the wrong moment. Just as she put the bar over her head. I could see it on her face. Hold it or drop it?

She held it. Damn.

Bob really is a cool guy. He'll remind us again tonight. Repeatedly. I literally cannot think of anything negative to say about Bob. Or Phary. Or a single person I met in Dionysus.

The sex is damn good, too.

We had started at different points on the circuit, so we ended at the same time. To the showers!

With Bob.

He made us sit on a bench in the shower and ensured we had warm water streaming over us. Then he bathed us. Seriously. He alternated back and forth. He started with a shampoo that may be the single most sensual thing that has ever been done to me in my life. Then he vigorously scrubbed us. All over.

Except those critical spots.

Then he did. He even washed inside us. If you call fucking us washing us inside. There was liquid involved, it was just white. Oh, he licked it all out, too.

No, none of that is fair. Bob made love to us. I got to go first and Phary helped in so many ways. Her fingers. Her tongue. At one point I was sitting on Bob's cock and he had me lay back against him. Reverse cowgirl. He had Phary lay on top of me, and she just ground herself into me. Bob was literally lifting me up and down on his cock, with Phary on me.

God it was hot, hot, hot. I rocketed through orgasms. Then Bob did fill me up.

Then we switched spots. Damn, just damn.

I thought we were done, but Phary wasn't. She hopped up and came back with a freaking huge double-ended dildo inserted. Hell, it looked like a freaking water bottle.

Then she just pounded Bob. It was incredible to watch, but after just a bit, she switched things up.

And they both fucked me. DP. Phary in the front.

Bob in the back. Oh no, I need to be properly cleaned out.

And I was. Then Bob bathed us again.

And tucked us into bed.

Damn, I love that man. Put me on that list, but the list likely includes every person he has ever met. I've read the story. Agoraphobic programmer to king.

"You really think I was agoraphobic?" asked Bob. I just laughed.

"Like I have a fucking clue," I said. Then he kissed me so gently. He went and kissed Phary, too. Then he backed out of the room and turned out the light.

I was asleep in seconds.

Round 2

Phary here. Do you know what I love? Bob made last night incredibly special. He really did. He enjoyed it, I am sure, but he did it for us. I asked him once what his number one goal in life was.

To make his family happier.

That was it. He's doing a fine job at it. It isn't the money, although the money is incredible. He's just that good a human. Fuck, they all are. Like this little Filipino girl would be in the Masters without Bob and Amy. Don't get me started on Amy.

Maybe later.

We got to the clubhouse too early, but joined the golfers watching the broadcast. I made a point of finding Nellson and inviting him to sit with us. We did quick introductions.

"Yeah, I know who you are," said Nellson, with a laugh. "I even admit I looked you both up on the school app."

"We're both pretty cute naked, huh?" I said. He blushed so freaking red.

"If you finish in the Top ten, you can fuck us both," I said. There's the blush again.

"Top 5, we'll fuck on the space station," I added.

"Come in third behind us, we'll all spend a week on the moon," I added. "And we'll bring friends."

"What, no Mars?" he said.

Oh, I'll take him to Nibiru if he wants. Fuck on the lush grass. Nellson is freaking adorable. I just smiled.

"Name the top 5 people from Dionysus that you'd like to join us," said Cassiopeia. "You come in third, we'll make it happen for as many as we can."

OK, we all moaned.

"Five? You limit me to five?" he said. "I can come up with six, but not five, and that's not counting either of the two of you."

"Do you like boys and girls both?" I asked. He blushed again, but then sat up straighter.

"Yes, very much so," he said.

"Top 5 with a cock, top 5 without a cock," I said. He thought about it for a bit.

"An interesting way to put it, but I get it," he said. "Without a cock, Amy, Pari, Leslie, Halsey, and the Lou twins."

"OK," I said. "And cocks?"

"You know I put Halsey in that list," he said. "And it was six." I just smiled and nodded.

"Bob, Juanita, Gina, Luke, and Jameis," he said.

I admit I laughed.

"OK," I said. "No promises, but nobody on that list would say no."

He just looked at me and shook his head.

"Now I have to play golf on national television with a hard-on," he said. I looked around. I did laugh, because one other golfer had been clearly listening in. I got up and walked over.

"Same deal," I said. "Top ten, Top 5, or Top 3."

I like giving people goals. His name is Igor. He's Russian. He's also 22. And yummy. Did I mention that Nellson is 17?

It was nice that he gave us a list, but there would be a lot more people involved. But I had a task right now. I got up and walked back to Nellson.

"Follow me in about a minute," I said, quietly. I then walked towards the bathrooms. I went into the family bathroom and waited. I heard him approach and quickly opened the door and pulled him in. He's 17. This wouldn't get him in trouble even here.

"Do you want a blowjob or to fuck me?" I said. His expression was amazing.

"A quick fuck," he said. We stripped, and he pushed me back on the couch and got me over with his tongue in about 15 seconds.

Then he slid up and in. It was a power fuck and I told him to cum in me. He did, and I pulled on my panties quickly. He just raised his eyebrows.

"You can clean it out later," I said to his moans.

I let him go first and he headed right out on to the course and we followed shortly behind. We pulled away from Nellson but not by that much. We went into the clubhouse after day two tied at 13 under. Nellson was sitting at 8 under. Fourth was the other guy. Igor. He was at par and the fifth place person was at +5.

Well now. Igor might get his trip, too. After our round, Nellson joined me in the same bathroom and cleaned me out. Quite well.

Then he filled me up again. That was OK. Cassiopeia would enjoy it. We went back to the house and did our same circuit, but this time it was Chris that joined us. She's pretty fucking strong, too. We ended up in the shower and the bed, too, but needed more toys.

Our toys were named Noah, Amai, and Tim. Yes, that Tim. We like Tim.

Three girls, three cocks.

Used them all up. OK, not quite. They each got to use two on each other, but all set personal records.

We got fucked a lot.

Maybe it is the key to our success.

We think so.

The final round

OK, it was the final round. All we had to do was play reasonably well, and we'd be 1-2. Nellson and Igor needed to do the same to be 3-4. They were partners today and seemed to really hit it off.

We are going to watch them fuck. We are!

Oh, sorry, Cassiopeia on the pen.

The round was vicious. Remember, we entered the day tied. We almost alternated holes, but after the first nine, Phary was up by one. We finally got to the 18th hole and Phary held that one stroke lead. Nellson was only back two strokes from me. He birdied the hole, and we were -15, -14, -13.

The course record for 72 holes was -7. Igor was at -8.

See. It is the promise of sex. With Phary. OK, with me, too. Together. With Nellson.

My drive was near perfect. So was Phary's. It finally came down to long putts for both of us. If she made her putt, she had par and was still at -15. If I made mine, I birdied the hole and we tied after 72 at -15.

Which is exactly what happened. Sudden death.

We played even through nine holes. We were even again at 18 holes. It was close to dark. They declared the 19th would be our last hole and if we were tied, we'd start back up in the morning. I had a terrible drive and ended up with par on the hole.

Phary got a bogey. Phary is in trouble with me. Phary has not had a bogey since her first round of 79. Not one.

There was no way she had one now.

"You freaking cheated," I said, as we were walking to the prize presentation.

"What makes you think that?" she said, giving me a just killer smile. Which is how I walked up to the area quivering through an orgasm.

That was nice. I did love the announcer's concern that I was having a stroke.

No, dude. Have you ever made a woman cum?

I shut up until after the ceremony. Yes, it was me, Phary, Nellson, and Igor.

After consulting with Nellson, we invited Igor on our moon trip. Nellson couldn't be happier. I think they'll end up dating. Let's see. The Master's went to a girl, followed by a girl, followed by two guys that started dating.

Yeah, sorry, Bulldog. I just don't think it was your day. We invited both men over to the house for the celebration the next day. It was too freaking late tonight!

No, not Bulldog. Last I heard, he was still running. Kidding. I hope.

I'm not at Stanford anymore

Nellson here. I came in freaking third at the Masters and it made me happy. Hell, my entire career was going to be in third behind Phary and Cassiopeia, if they decide to stay on the men's circuit.

I'm OK with that. I'm sure you find that ridiculous, but I've been a golfer since I was two. I respect people that are better than me at golf. If my best is third in the world, I think I can be good with that.

Particularly since Igor and I have an open invitation. I think I am falling in love with Igor. I think he is falling for me, too.

Then again, Cassiopeia and Phary.

"No, dude," said Phary. "Not soulmates. Just friends that fuck. A lot."

I can live with that.

"You already know who your soulmate is," added Phary.

Yeah, I do.

Now, I'm sure the whole week on the moon thing is bullshit, although I do know they have some sort of moon base. They gave us the address to meet them, and Igor and I walked over together. About halfway there, I was bold.

I am never bold.

I took his hand. He gave me a nice smile and we walked the rest of the way there holding hands. About a block from the house, which we could see in the distance, Igor started skipping.

Which is how Phary, who was in the front yard, saw us approach. Phary is laughing now.

"With you, dude, not at you," said Phary.

"We knew that" said Igor. "You would never laugh at someone."

He has a point.

I could tell you about how much fun we had with Phary and Cassiopeia, but you know that. I could tell you that all of the people we picked were there.

Which they were.

Plus easily a hundred of their friends. All of whose name you would know.

It was glorious.

Oh, we got married on the third day. On the moon. With all of our parents and siblings there.

Then we had a reception/orgy.

Including our parents and siblings.

I like Dionysus.

This is so cool

"I signed us up!" said Chris, running into our bedroom. "We need to leave soon."

Given Hunter was balls deep in my ass, I was a little busy. Given Horacio was in the front and Dion's cock is in my mouth, the fact that I even heard her was impressive. Particularly given Hallie is moaning through one hell of an orgasm while Tomas makes love to her and Ruby is sucking on her nipples.

"Get naked," I growled.

Chris laughed.

"You know I want to," she said. "But we have some place to be. You have ten minutes to finish and shower." Then she set a timer on Alexa. Sure. In our bedroom.

Fuck. Hunter and Horacio both pulled out.

"Go," said Hunter, just as Horacio slid into his ass.

Yeah, I wouldn't have stopped either. Chris followed me into the bathroom.

"You could at least join me," I said.

"Nope," said Chris. "The last time we did that I was wrinkly for days."

"Well we did spend 3 hours in the shower," I said. We were really wrinkly.

She slapped my ass, which I admit I enjoyed. OK, OK, I took a quick shower and at least she dried me off. I got so close and then she stopped.

"You know you'd smell like sex," she said.

"And no one would ever complain," I said, which got a laugh.

"Particularly where we're going," she said. She handed me a bag and told me to get dressed. That's the first time it even registered what she was wearing. Hey, I was distracted. She was in adorable khaki shorts and a white polo shirt that said Civil Air Patrol instructor.

Oh you are kidding. This is freaking awesome. I threw on the shorts and polo and was ready to leave. Chris was staring at my chest.

"They'll go down," I said, meaning my nipples, which were pushing out the white polo pretty hard. It was a little thin, because if you looked closely you could see the color change from my nipples. My erect nipples.

"No they won't," laughed Chris. "They never do." She had me there. I just shrugged. She lifted her shirt and flashed me.

"Then again," she said. "I don't really need the bra."

"Me neither," I said. "Let's go." We went outside and jumped into Chris' S-88. I dropped into the co-pilot seat and we ran the checklist, and she took off. She was in a hurry and we were flyin'. You know what I mean. Did I ever mention this is Leslie?

The nipples might have implied that.

"Holy shit," I said, looking at the speed indicator. "We're over 200,000 kph. My plane won't fly this fast." This speed makes Robertville to Clearwater a 4-minute flight.

"Yes it will," said Chris. "Lawrence downloaded an update. It's actually faster if we're going farther, but this short a distance you can't slowdown in time. I saw over 300K on my way to Sydney."

"We both know we'll usually fly slower, so we have time to fuck," I said.

"Well. Yeah," said Chris. We landed at our airport. I don't think we mentioned we let the Civil Air Patrol use the airport. It's perfect for training the kids. We replaced all their aging planes with ion-powered TTx planes. They're actually called the TTi, but really similar and a fantastic first plane.

Quiet, too. It's like flying a glider. I fly one around the Mediterranean all the time. They're great for sightseeing. The solitude is joyous.

Chris dropped us onto the taxi way right beside their hanger. Sure they have their own hanger. Have you met us? Two people came running out of the hanger.

Ollie and Cliff. Go back into your memory. Ollie is the commander of the Civil Air Patrol. Cliff was my F-35 flight instructor. Chris and I both know them well and yes, feel free to read anything you'd like into that. The four of us together is great fun. Cliff and Ollie are quite open-minded when they're with us.

And now they're standing there holding hands. Chris screamed!

"Finally!" screamed Chris. They both blushed.

"You both knew before we did," said Cliff. "Then we wasted time worrying about what other people think."

"What do other people think?" asked Chris and both men laughed.

"We have gotten congratulatory emails from people that I absolutely never expected to support us," said Ollie. Then they both laughed.

"We really thought Frank would have a problem with it," said Cliff, giggling. Cliff is giggling. That's when Frank walked up and took Cliff's other hand.

"Well good for you," I said. "When's the wedding?" They all laughed.

"If only," said Frank. Frank!

"Who am I married to, Frank?" I asked.

"Hunter and Hallie," he said, quickly.

Then we waited. Oh how we waited. Until all of the eyebrows in front of us shot up.

Then Ollie jumped in, ever the pragmatic one.

"That might work in Dionysus, but not here," said Ollie.

"It does if the three people involved are Dionysus citizens," said Chris.

"But we're not," said Cliff.

"Have you looked into the immigration process?" I said. "You don't have to move."

They looked at each other.

"No," they all said. Oh wait. Chris said it, too.

Guess who got jinx out first.

"We'll hold that for later," said Chris. "You're all having dinner with us and spending the night."

That appears to please them. Visibly.

"What is the immigration process?" asked Frank. "Are there forms?"

"There's two ways," said Chris. "The first involves a lot of forms and a waiting list."

She just left it there. I gave them credit, they waited her out longer than I could handle it.

"The other option is you ask someone in the Royal family if you can become a citizen," I said. Chris just glared at me. Then she laughed. All three of them looked at each other, but Cliff got it out first.

"May we please become Dionysus citizens?" asked Ollie.

"Approved," said Chris, and me, and Frank.

Frank got it out first.

"You gambled on approved?" said Chris and Frank laughed.

"Not a big gamble. That's what a princess would say, right?" said Frank.

OK, he had a point.

"When and where do you want the wedding?" said Chris. "It's a lot easier if it is on Dionysus property."

"Can we get married here?" said Cliff.

"At this airport?" said Chris. "Sure, but we have dozens of homes here. We have an entire school auditorium. Heck, you can get married on the moon."

"We want to get married here," said Ollie. "These kids are our family. Some of their parents would never let them attend. If we do it during their CAP time, then they can be here."

"No," I said. "Just no. You're risking your careers doing that. Chris and I will ensure that every single kid in the program, past or present, is invited and can attend."

"How the hell are you going to do that?" said Ollie.

"By sending someone from our family to meet with every parent," said Chris. "Including Leslie and me."

"The really stubborn ones, we'll send Jessica," I said. That got another set of group raised eyebrows, followed by recognition.

"Yeah, that would probably work," said Frank. They've met Jessica. I think they're just a little scared of Jessica.

We might all be a little scared of Jessica. I'm kidding. Sort of. She can be intense. I believe, and Frida and Bill are researching, that Bill and Jessica are the first of the next evolutionary species beyond Homo Sapiens. I believe most of us are transition people. I don't think Bill and Jessica are. The only other two I think that might apply to are Ruby and Lianna.

They can do things.

"Give us lists," said Chris. "We'll reach out and do the invitations. Depending on how many it is, we can offer you a number of locations. Paris. Rome. New York. All over the world."

"Still here at the airport," said Cliff, and the other two guys nodded.

"This is our home. It's where we became a trio. It's our family," said Ollie.

"And so it shall be," said Chris, in her finest princess voice.

That's the point we realized that all the cadets had gathered around. Being, well, me, I asked them a question.

"How many of you want to come to Ollie, Cliff, and Frank's wedding?" I asked. Every single hand went up. Including Ollie, Cliff, and Frank's. And Chris'

That made the kids laugh. They clearly knew who we were.

"How many of you believe your parents will object to your attending?" asked Chris. Damn. Of the group of about thirty, at least half raised their hands.

Ah crap.

"OK, listen carefully," said Chris. "This is a weird question. Think about your parents and if there is anyone from Dionysus, anyone, that you think could convince them. Now, once you have that in your head, raise your hand if you cannot think of anyone. See how that's a little backwards. Who believes their parents cannot be convinced by a personal visit from a royal?"

No one's hand went up.

"OK," I said. "Before we leave today those that need help, write down your parents' names, their phone numbers, what you think their objection is, and the royal that would have the most influence. Give those to Chris or me before you go. Let's also do this. All your parents pick you up at 7. We'll be out there and meet them all and do a little informal Q&A. The guys can announce their engagement."

"Some of our parents will pull us out of the program," said one young woman.

"Maybe," I said. "I think we can fix it, but can't guarantee it, so if you'd prefer to just go home with your parents, and not attend, we respect that."

"No, I'm in," said the young woman. "The three of them are perfect together. You should have offered them help earlier."

She has a point, but all three men laughed.

"They just found out today," said Ollie.

"OK, then," said the young woman. "You're forgiven."

Just then, a group of three S-88 planes flew over and then settled to the ground next to ours. The doors stayed closed.

"Aren't they getting out?" asked Cliff.

"They're empty," said Chris.

"Three empty space planes just landed," said Ollie.

"Yep," said Chris. Come on, sis. OK, it is funny.

"Why?" asked Frank.

"Because they're my wedding presents," said Chris. The kids immediately got it. The responsible adults did not. The kids were dancing around and hollering. Being kids.

I loved it.

"Oh hell no," said Cliff. "Space planes?"

"A little more than that," I said. "But we'll explain in private."

"Rumor has it that they can jump to other planets," said the young woman. "I'm Chelsie, by the way. I'm 12."

Chelsie is a stone cold fox.

"My parents will be fine with it," said Chelsie. "I go to your Clearwater school. I also give incredible blowjobs. They have been reluctant to test that out." She pointed at Ollie, Frank, and Cliff.

Who were all grinning silly grins and sporting hardons.

"We might have, but didn't have any place to do it," said Cliff. I rolled my eyes. Chris rolled her eyes. Chelsie rolled her eyes.

"Who owns this airport?" asked Chelsie.

It took them a minute to figure out what she meant. Then all three of them moaned. The front of Cliff's shorts got a little wet. Either a lot of pre-cum or a small cum. Chelsie looked right at it.

"I'm guessing precum," she said. Ollie laughed.

"Yeah, he puts out a lot of precum," said Ollie. "But we shouldn't be talking about this in front of everyone else."

"We don't all go to your school," said one young man, almost spitting it out. He was one that raised his hand.

"Why will your parents' object?" asked Chris, beating me to it.

"Because they're homophobic shits. They won't let me go to your school because they think I'll turn gay. Too late!" he said, with some force.

"You're not gay," I said.

"You sound just like them," he spit.

"I didn't say you don't like cock," I said. "You just like girls, too."

"How can you possibly know that?" he asked.

"Because you can't take your eyes off my tits and you're hard as a rock," I said. "Tell the truth and I'll take you inside and ride you like a bull."

That got a gasp or two from the assembled group. I shouldn't have, but I did. No, not that.

Well maybe that.

"I'm confused," he said, quietly. I took his hand and walked him away from the group.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Michael," he said. "You'd really let me make love to you?" Make love. This kid is cute. I stopped and turned him towards me.

"Yes," I said. "Happily. Joyfully. Hell, Chris would join us and your first can be a threesome. Or we could bring Chelsie and it is a foursome."

"Chelsie," he said, with a croak. I smiled at him.

"It's confusing, isn't it?" I asked, quietly. He just nodded. He looked like he was about to cry. I opened my arms, and he came in for the hug. He's a little shorter and a little younger than me.

Want to guess where his face ended up? I let up the hug quicker than I usually would for a very clear reason. He had his eyes tightly closed but finally took a breath and opened his eyes.

"Let's break the hug just a little sooner next time," he said.

"Who says you get another hug?" I asked.

"God, I hope I do," he said. I laughed.

"That is the nicest compliment I've gotten in a long time," I said. He looked at me quizzically.

"You're Princess Leslie. The whole world worships you," said Michael. I just shook my head no.

"None of that is real," I said. "I'm just an insecure 16-year-old."

"Bullshit," he said, and I laughed.

"OK, maybe a little bit of an exaggeration, but not a lot," I said. "All of us. Mom, Dad, Chris, Ruby, we all question why this happened to us and sometimes you feel like it will all disappear. It's normal. Particularly for a teenager. How old are you?"

"12," he said, smiling ruefully.

"See! Teenager problems before you're a teenager," I said. "You're advanced." He looked sad.

"Now I won't get to fuck you," he said. I admit, I snorted on that one.

"Dude," I said. "You can fuck me whenever you want. Feeling horny? Send me a text and we'll get together. But that's not what you want. I know you love Chelsie. Is the guy you love here too?"

He looked at me for a long time. I waited him out. He had things to think about.

"You just waited. You didn't say anything. You just stood there waiting for me to work it out," he said. I just smiled.

"Yes, he is, but he won't be interested in a 12-year-old," he said. "He's 16."

"Tall, blonde hair, kind of a surfer boy, standing a little behind you to your left," I said. His eyes got big, and his eyebrows shot up.

"How could you know that?" he almost screamed.

"Because he picked that spot on purpose. He had a view of your ass and he wanted to be able to stare at you without anybody noticing," I said. "He was at the perfect spot that it looked to everyone that he was looking at Chris and me. He wasn't. His eyes were almost never off your ass and when they were it was because they were on Chelsie's."

This time his mouth dropped.

"Do you trust me?" I asked. "That I'll try to do the right thing?"

"Unequivocally," he said.

"Seriously? You used unequivocally?" I said, laughing.

He just smiled and nodded.

"OK," I said. "My suggestion is that I go get Chelsie and Donavan. The four of us sit down and I make sure everyone understands it is a safe space and everyone should share their thoughts on each other."

I think Michael was about to panic. I waited again. It took a while, but he calmed down.

"You just waited again," he said. "That's really powerful." I nodded. Dad, you know.

"OK," he said and that was that. I walked out and explained to Cliff who I needed, and he said they were flying but he'd call them down. They landed at almost the same time and both walked up together.

"What's up?" asked Donavan. Cliff just pointed at me. Chelsie looked at me, then Donavan, then Michael. She got this huge grin on her face.

"Finally," she said, softly. Then she took control.

"Michael. Two questions," said Chelsie. "Do you love me?"

Michael nodded. Well played, kid.

"Do you love Donavan?" she asked. He took a deep breath and nodded. Donavan looked surprised, but not unhappy.

"Well, I love you both, too," said Chelsie. She turned to Donavan, but he wasn't there.

He was doing a little dance. A happy dance. Suddenly the three of them were holding hands and doing a happy dance. Then they pulled me over and did a happy dance around me for a while before finally stopping.

"Are both of you virgins?" asked Chelsie. They both nodded.

"Me too," she said. "Leslie, would you be with us our first time? We need a coach." Being me, I just nodded. I admit that I noticed that she only talked about giving the guys blowjobs.

"Wait," said Michael. "Not to be disrespectful, but you go to a Dionysus school and you're a virgin? Why?"

Chelsie blushed. Both boys got it at the same time.

"You were waiting for us," said Donavan. "Damn."

I held a finger to my lips, and they all instantly went quiet.

"Michael," I said, handing him my phone. "Call one of your parents and let me talk to them."

He did just that and handed the phone back.

"Hello," I said. "Is this Michael's mom? Yes, I'm sorry to bother you, but my name is Leslie. I'm an instructor at the Civil Air Patrol along with my sister, Chris. I'm calling you to tell you that due to Michael's excellent work, he's been invited to a spontaneous sleepover."

They couldn't hear the other side, but it didn't matter.

"Where? Well, that's the thing. It's on the Dionysus Space Station," I said. I'm sure all the kids heard the scream in my ear. It damn near blew out an eardrum.

"Yes, that Chris and Leslie," I said. We finished up and I handed the phone to Donavan.

"She agreed?" said Michael, clearly stunned. I couldn't answer because I got another phone. The three conversations went about the same way, but at least on the last two I thought to mute the scream. Hey, our earrings should automatically mute screams. I'm talking to Lawrence. After all, they're our headsets. Screams happen. Which still confuses the fuck out of us. I am that insecure 16-year-old.

Just then Chris walked up. She was dripping wet.

"I had a run in with a sprinkler," she said, laughing. All three of the kids were mesmerized.

You see, the shirts are transparent when wet. Really transparent. Chris laughed.

Chris whipped off her shirt and used the driest part to dry herself off. Which involved vigorously rubbing her puffies.

We all enjoyed it.

"These three are soulmates and we're taking them to an overnight on the space station so they can all lose their virginity with our coaching," I said.

"Ah. A number 5," said Chris. I admit I held it together better than I thought I would. The looks on their faces were priceless. Chris actually laughed first.

"Well then I can just shower on the station," she said, turning around and heading towards the door.

"Is she walking to her plane topless?" asked Chelsie. Chris stopped and peeled off her shorts, leaving her naked.

"Not exactly," I said.

"Hey Chris," I shouted, which caused her to turn around. Which resulted in four moans. Come on, you know I moaned, too. I couldn't help myself.

Chris. Naked.

"You know that was appropriate, right?" I said to the other three.

"Oh yeah," said Chelsie, about three octaves deeper. That broke us all up.

"You all three know that even when you're married, our customs are to still fuck pretty much everyone, right?" I asked. They all vigorously nodded.

Cool. I turned back to Chris.

"All the parents will be here in about 20 minutes," I said. She put her hands on her hips.

Yeah, we all moaned again. Arms akimbo, which we all love to say, kind of pulls your pussy lips apart. She took her right hand and let it drift down and then slid two fingers in. She might have underestimated her own horniness, because she freaking exploded, leaving a huge puddle.

"Cleanup on aisle 7," said Chris, to gales of laughter from us all.

"Let's go," said Chris, turning around to walk out.

"Hold up, sis," I said, and she spun back around. Just assume moans at appropriate times, OK?

I pointed towards the supply room.

"OK," she said, sounding like a petulant 5-year-old. Yeah, we laughed. Then moaned. But you knew that. She ran off, giving us an incredible view of her ass, and came back out in clean shorts and a clean polo.

We walked outside to several more planes landing. Out streamed Mom and Dad, Orlando and Grace, Morgan and Sophia, Hunter and Hallie, Luke and Cassie, Colby, Nylah, and Karolina, and Bill and Jessica. The last one out was Noah, who for some reason has Tia and Jax. He's a good uncle.

All our sibs and our parents. And my kids.

My freaking kids. That's kind of out there, too. God, I love them.

They kind of spread out just as cars started arriving. My guess is that the parents don't usually get out of the cars, but did you read that list? The first car pulled up and wasn't even stopped before the door opened and a young boy jumped out, to screams from his mom, who was driving. He made a beeline for Karolina.

Understandable. I eavesdropped for a bit, so I'll narrate.

"Hi, my name is Remy," he said to Karolina, and offered his hand. She shook it and he carefully introduced himself to Colby and Nylah. I'd guess that Remy is about 9.

If things go like they look they are, Mom and Dad will appreciate he is 9, too.

"Am I correct that this is Dionysus soil?" he asked, of Karolina and her soulmates. Karolina just nodded. Damn, she fits in well.

"So if I suggest that we please all go in and find a comfortable spot to get naked and have fun, that would be appropriate in your culture?" said Remy.

Ooh. Well played. He didn't actually proposition them.

"If the circumstances allowed, then we would heartily accept the suggestion," said Karolina. Then she hit him with a smile. Smart kid. He immediately closed his eyes.

I get it. I didn't close my eyes, which is why the entire group of people got to see me mew through the quietest orgasm I could muster.

You don't get to use muster very often. Enjoy. Or mew for that matter.

Jessica walked up and pointed at my shoulders. I squatted down and she came around back and climbed onto my shoulders. I stood up and then she stood up. I covered my ears.

She let out a whistle that peeled the paint off the buildings. Do you think everyone is looking at her now?

Well, maybe except me. She'd fall. OK, no, she'd gracefully float to the ground, but maybe not with this group.

"My name is Jessica. Raise your hand if you don't know who I am," she said, loudly. Not a hand went up. Every one of these people knows my 5-year-old sister. We live a weird life.

"So here's the deal," said Jessica. "You've all met Ollie, Frank, and Cliff. Let use the hands again. Anyone dislike any of them?" Not a hand again.

"Perfect," said Jessica. "The three of them are getting married. To each other. You are all invited to the wedding, including your kids. Particularly your kids. Any objections? We'll knock'em down for you."

Yeah, she went there.

"It's against God!" shouted a mom, to the clear embarrassment of both her daughter and her husband.

"Why?" said Jessica.

"It says so in the Bible," she shouted.

"No it doesn't," said Jessica.

"Leviticus 18:22," she said, smugly.

"You're wrong," said Jessica. "You just are. You're misinterpreting a poor translation. It is subtle but in the original Hebrew, it is saying that man shall not rape another man. Even worse, it is saying that raping a woman is just fine. The teachings of the Bible are vicious and misogynistic. Have you read it in the original languages? The Old Testament is mostly Hebrew, with some Aramaic. The New Testament is in Greek. I read and speak them all. Do you?"

"Wait, what?" said their daughter. "The Bible condemns a man raping a man but is just fine with a man raping a woman?"

"Yeah," said Jessica. "Quite clearly. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone isn't even in the Bible. It was added by a translator over 500 years later. How do you feel about 1 Corinthians 14?"

"It is appropriate in the Church," she said, smugly.

"Fuck that," muttered her daughter. That got her a stern lecture from her mom.

"That verse isn't in the Bible. It was added around 400 AD. It is noted in the margin of the working draft of the translator. Most scholars believe he was just tired of his talkative wife," said Jessica. "We can debate the Bible all you want, but I hold a master's in religious studies from Oxford and my PhD from Notre Dame. I'm pretty comfortable with the topic and you are just wrong."

The girl snorted. Hold up.

"You've read it in the original Hebrew," said Jessica.

"Of course I have," said the girl. "What is the point of reading a bad translation. It's just like a poorly done movie version of classic literature. Go to the source."

"And you're not in our schools," said Jessica. She shook her head no.

"Why in the fuck is she not in our school?" asked Jessica, with some heat.

Her mom threw out some other Bible verses.

"Those don't even apply," said Jessica. "Did you just throw out some random verses? That was weird."

"She does it all the time," said the girl. "She justifies the weirdest shit by just throwing out random verses. I read the Bible when I was four. I know it by heart. She's just full of shit."

"You read the Bible at four?" asked her dad.

"Good God, Dad," said the girl. "Are either of you even paying attention? Who exactly do you think the kid's I am studying with are?"

"Your tutors," they both said, and they didn't even say jinx.

The young woman laughed and laughed.

"There is tutoring, for sure, but I am tutoring them. They pay me $15 an hour. Didn't you notice that you never had to pay them?" said the girl. She turned back to me. "I'm Melina, by the way."

"But you're 11!" said her mom. "Those are college kids."

Melina just waited her out.

"I don't understand this," said her mom.

"Yeah, neither do we, exactly," said Jessica. "But we do know you're limiting Melina with your attitudes and misguided view of your religion. Now, we're all for religion and respect your faith, but not when it is used as a weapon. Melina is almost an adult. You need to let her think for herself."

"She isn't an adult for seven more years," said her mom. Jessica laughed. We all laughed.

"See, that's your problem. Melina is an adult at 13 in our culture," said Jessica. "Given how advanced she is, I guarantee she would have been declared an adult years ago. I'll give you an example. With the exception of our rules on consent, I am a legal adult in every jurisdiction in the world. I'm 5. You know what, let's simplify this. Melina, I hereby award you dual citizenship by the country of Dionysus and declare you a legal adult."

"Can she do that?" asked Melina's dad, to no one in particular.

"Yes," said Mom. You know. Queen Amy.

Mom's always got our back. If Jessica thinks Melina should be a citizen and an adult, Mom thinks so too. She rarely, if ever, has said no since I met her. She may provide more information, or a different insight, but in the end, we have always made our own decisions. Jessica is the best example. I remember the day that Jessica announced she was done with diapers. Bill was with her and agreed he was too.

They were seven months old. Mom laughed and agreed and pointed out that they hadn't actually used the diaper in months. Jessica's response was "we're still feeling out our boundaries."

Seven months old.

"I'm going to the wedding. With Melina," said her dad. "They're amazing people who do so much for our kids and volunteer so much of their time. I don't care if they're men, women, or crocodiles, if they want to get married, I'll be there to support them."

Melina's mom just stared at him.

"And I'm done with church," he added. "Melina's right. It's morphed into a way to control, not teach and help. I'm also going to sit down with Melina and have her explain the Bible to me. I have a lot to learn."

Melina's mom looks deflated.

She left. We all saw her storm over to their car and then realize that her husband has the keys. She's standing outside the car, angry.

"Would you please come back," said Jessica. She reluctantly did.

"We're not telling you to change your belief system. The Bible has many amazing stories about helping each other. The Civil Air Patrol can always use volunteers. The wedding isn't for a bit. Why don't you volunteer? Your daughter is here. Come to the program with her. Hell, I'll teach you how to fly. The little TTi is a hoot," said Jessica. Everyone just stared at her.

"You'll teach her to fly?" said another parent. A wave of sadness crossed Jessica's face.

"I flew on the day," she said. "We all did. Our entire family. My twin brother. My siblings. Our parents. We had to."

That silenced the crowd.

"I don't get any of this," said Melina's mom.

"What's your name?" asked Jessica.

"Emilea," she replied. Jessica looked at Melina's dad.

"Desmond," he said.

"It isn't as complicated as you're making it out to be," said Jessica. "Just live the Golden Rule. It is truly foundational to our society. To our country. Mom and Dad are spending their lives trying to better the lives of others, in ways big and small. We can't fix the world, but we would if we could. So when someone crosses our path, we try to help. I'm young and I'm small, but I'm trying. So yes, I'll be here any time you want to teach you to fly. Although it would probably be easier to have Melina just take the instructor's exam."

"Me?" said Melina.

"Are you seriously telling me that you couldn't teach your mom how to fly a TTi?" said Jessica. Melina thought about it.

"Sure," said Melina. "They're easy to fly and they're a hoot."

That broke up the crowd.

"I'm not asking you to change your mind," said Jessica. "I can't ask that of you. No one can. I can ask you to open your mind and gather some more information. It might not change your mind, but it might. I'll certify Melina as an instructor tomorrow. I've got to come back for her first lesson anyway."

"Lesson in what?" asked another parent.

Jessica pointed at her S-88.

"You'll teach an 11-year-old to fly a space plane," said Emilea.

Jessica raised her left eyebrow. Only her left eyebrow.

It is her superpower.

That's when I realized that Melina had slowly walked a little closer to us.

Sure Melina. Enjoy the view. You see, Jessica is in a skirt. Not too short, normally, unless she is on my shoulders, you're a little shorter than me, and you're standing right next to me, looking up.

Just like Melina is.

I hit Melina with a smile. Right to the edge.

However I had not taken into account her state of arousal from the full frontal pussy shot.

Oops.

Ah, or her mom's. Now that's a plot twist.

"She can go on the sleepover," said Emilea, Melina's mom. "She can go to the wedding. I won't, but if Desmond wants to go with her, I won't stop that either. I'm not sure about a Dionysus school, but probably. I don't get it. I don't like it. I won't be a part of it. But it is impossible not to see it will be good for her."

Two plot twists in a row.

That pretty much started the dominos of all the parents agreeing to both the wedding and sleepover. Some were near Emilea with pretty strong disagreements, but knowing Jessica flew on the day pretty much knocks down any other argument.

We're off to the space station now.

Mom and Dad invited all the parents and any siblings, too. Some enthusiastically joined. Some didn't. I felt a little sorry for the siblings that didn't get to go.

Ouch!

"A warning please before you peel paint," I said, to Jessica, who is still on my shoulders. Her whistle is disorienting.

"One more thing," said Jessica. "You made this decision for your children that are in the program. Don't go home with a sibling or if they're not here, bring them back," said Jessica. "Don't favor one child over the other."

To my surprise, there was quick agreement. And a few more parents that decided to join.

Mom and Dad, don't ya know. Yes, they all got the can but don't have to speech. There are fully clothed modules in the resort now and a fuck free dining areas. Basically a normal resort.

It is usually empty. I suspect it will still be empty.

I'll pass the pen.

A trio!

My name is Michael, and I am in love with Chelsie and Donavan.

I can say that now. Do you know why? Because they're in love with me! We are about to arrive at the space station. I cannot believe this day is happening. I've pinched myself to ensure this isn't some crazy dream and other than a small bruise when I got carried away, it is going so well.

They love me!

We just walked into what we're told is the family quarters.

Hold up. My parents are here. So are Chelsie and Donavan's parents.

WTF.

"Jessica invited us, dear," said Mom. "She said that you three wanted to marry and thought perhaps you'd like to do it today."

Which is why Donavan, Chelsie, and I are now dancing around the living room.

Did I mention our parents are all naked? My parents, the homophobic shits, are naked. My dad has cum in his hair.

My. Dad.

And that they are all just a bit cum covered. Except my dad. Who is a lot cum covered.

Things appear to have changed just a little bit.

And yes, we got married. Then we consummated the marriage.

Repeatedly.

Then Leslie and Chris joined in. With their spouses.

Then Mom and Dad did.

Things have changed.

Opening their presents

Most of the guests had left and there were only a few of us still there. We tried to leave, and they wouldn't hear of it yet. Oh, this is Chris. Leslie and I were both in the wedding. Frank, Ollie, and Cliff's wedding. They insisted we stand up with them and who the hell were we to say no. The arrangement was a little odd, but it worked. Yes, we're at the airport, which does seem like a weird place to get married but made complete sense to us.

The kids were in the audience. Not the kids in the class. All the kids. All the kids that have been in the Civil Air Patrol in the last nine years. Every pilot that Cliff, Ollie, or Frank ever trained. Their families were here, of course, although some relatives wouldn't come. It was a little sad, but they're pragmatic about it. One way or another, we got permission for every single student to be here. Some took conversations. Some took bribes. Yeah, if that was what it took, then we'd do it. There were also a huge number of their military colleagues and friends, many in uniform. There had been considerable discussion about whether the three grooms would wear their uniforms. They finally decided that since they were marrying under the laws of Dionysus, that wouldn't be appropriate. We offered them Dionysus military uniforms, but in the end we all realized that was just a little weird. So they're in civilian clothes. We actually took them to Eros to Timmy to get them fitted. Probably a story, too.

They're in khakis, white shirts, and classic blue blazers. No tie. Allbirds, of course.

They look amazing.

Our entire family is here, of course, and I mean the extended family. Don't forget how many of us were a part of the CAP. I did laugh that Ruby and Gabe and their quads flew in on the BFP. Remember? The 747. Poor thing had been parked in Oxford and they flew it over. We're gifting it to the program. Well, loan might be a better way to look at it, since it is still ours. I'm coming back and taking it up one of these days. I miss the thing.

Mom just walked up to the grooms and handled them a wrapped envelope, complete with bow.

Then she edged them with a smile and laughed. They tore open the envelope together and stood there reading what looks like a legal document. Cliff looked up.

"Are you sure?" he said. "This feels a bit insane."

Mom just nodded. She came and stood next to me and smiled.

She did not just edge me. The puddle will dry. We're outside.

"You gifted them the airport, didn't you?" I said. I just got a smile in return.

"You're building them a house too, aren't you?" I said, and Mom smiled again. Just then I heard a little scream out of Ollie.

"That was on the last page, wasn't it?" I said, and Mom laughed.

I love it when Mom laughs. Yes, for the conventional reason that it means she is happy, but also because it makes her breasts bounce. It is fun to watch.

Which is why damn near everyone swiveled to watch when she started laughing.

All three of the trio are watching intently.

Understandably so.

They opened a few more presents and finally got to a simply huge, wrapped box. Frank looked at the label and turned.

"Ruby, you already got us a hugely generous gift," said Frank.

An island off Guam.

Ruby laughed.

"Yeah, this one is just for fun," said Ruby, with a snort. A snort!

They opened it and it appears to be five large boxes taped together. For some reason laughter started sweeping from those closest.

Oh.

Five cases of spatulas. Now almost all the kids are explaining to their parents why they would want that many spatulas.

The moan started in a wave from the front.

Ya gotta love a great wedding present.

I figured they'd complain

You just had to expect it. We brought in helicopters to the program. There were a heck of a lot of meetings with the military brass that oversee the CAP program, but in the end they acquiesced. Yeah, I love big words. Leslie here. Now they're upset again, so Chris and I are with Ollie, heading to Maxwell Air Force base in Montgomery, Alabama.

Yeah, I didn't exactly know where that was before we went the first time. You probably want to know what they're mad about. Well they first went off when we planned to add traditional fighter planes. Eurofighter Typhoon. Chengdu J-20. Sukhoi Su-57. F-14. F-16. Even F-35s. I'm pretty sure it is the F-35 that upsets them. They see themselves as the kings of the sky and kids should not fly them.

OK, we all laugh at that, too.

I suspect their fear is that the CAP will dominate every Top Gun.

Possible.

Probably.

Likely.

Guaranteed.

Oops.

Then we added the S-88 and F-87. With live weapons. In space.

They weren't mad that the kids have them. They're mad they don't have them. No fucking way are we allowing them into the air force of any other country. We trust the kids. We don't trust the adults. I do love that they have a Space Force. They're contracting with the Tesla dude.

For rockets.

The last time they launched, I flew up with it. The camera on the rocket caught a video of me beside it.

I waved.

I thought it was hilarious.

The Secretary of the Air Force, who also leads the Space Force, was not pleased. Heather was awesome in the role.

This dude, not so much.

Anyway, Chris, Ollie, and me. We just landed and who should be waiting there with a pissed off look but the new Secretary of the Air Force. He was instantly dismissive.

Not a good start there, dude.

"We need to speak to the adult in charge," he said. To Chris and me. We just looked at each other.

"Dude," I said. "I'm the Minister of Defense for Dionysus and she's the retired President of the United States. Don't you think we'll do?"

"An adult," he said. I expected him to stamp his feet.

What the fuck do we do now?

Chris is pulling out her phone.

Oh.

"Kyrsten we have a problem," she said, into the phone. "Your Secretary of the Air Force is insisting he needs to speak to an adult. Yeah, Leslie and me. Well, he's pissed we're adding planes that he doesn't have to the Civil Air Patrol. Yeah, yeah, I'd tell him that, but he is being a dick."

"Hey!" he shouted. "You can't call me that!"

Chris covered the phone with her hand.

"I can when you're being a dick and you are and you know it," said Chris. Then she listened to the call again.

"She said to relieve you of your position," said Chris. He snorted. That was not his best move. "She said she'd have someone here in 15 to take over."

15. That means someone with a space plane.

In other words, one of ours.

Aja ran down the stairs. In her uniform romper.

Chris and I got hugs. So did Ollie.

"I'm not quite sure what is going on," said Aja. "Kyrsten called and said she needed me to be the Secretary of the Air Force until she found a new one."

The dude snorted. He needs to control that snort.

"The president asked a child to take my role," he said.

"No," said Aja. "She asked me to."

"You're a child!" he shouted. Just then a Captain walked up and whispered in his ear. An MP.

We watched him be escorted off the base.

That was a plot twist.

I turned to Aja.

"We want to add the S-88 and F-87 to the CAP program," I said.

"Sure," said Aja. "Sounds like a great idea."

I think the meeting is over.

CAP Zeta

Yes, we called our new program the Civil Air Patrol, too. The US Government sued, in their own court system. That didn't go well. I'll let Nylah tell another typical kid beats the system story if she wants. Oh, Chris here. Leslie's with me and so is Sophia. Oh wait, I forgot Luca. To be in Zeta, you train for Zeta. Luca is in Zeta. You have to know that. Luca is going to be in me, too. Our fifth trainer is Noah. Yum.

Come on. You knew I'd go there. It is the first day of tryouts for CAP Zeta. Yeah, we added the program. At first, we were going to offer it to everyone, but we quickly realized the physical requirements were critical.

Including testing for powers. It was a risk, in the wild, but it is time. The first five you've already met. Chelsie, Michael, and Donavan. Remy. Melina. But here is the interesting part. You have to sign up with a family member. No single person teams. You also have to have your parent's signatures. This is the US, although everything Zeta related is technically in Dionysus. But let me introduce the teams. I'll go with the most outlandish one first.

Melina signed up with her mom Emilea. You know, super-religious, doesn't understand the Bible? Now, the permission forms are blunt as hell. The CAP never had to do it, because it was a US program, and we wouldn't go there. Now it is a Dionysus program, which opens up the wrestling room. All the kids' parents signed. Even Melina's, but clearly reluctantly. She goes to our school now, too, so this form was basically the same one they signed for school. Melina shared that her mom doesn't like it, but kind of pretends it doesn't exist.

But here's the problem, or interesting situation, or opportunity. We'll see. Part of the Zeta program now includes sexual training. While we hope to never use it, in a tough situation, sex can accomplish things. So everyone learns. Everything. You're a boy, you learn to suck a clit and a cock equally.

Same with a girl.

Do you see where I am going here? Emilea knows this. She knows she will be intimate with everyone in the class and the instructors.

Including Melina.

Interesting, huh?

That's not the most interesting part, although I admit a threesome with Melina and her mom has appeal. If she has truly grown, then, well, she is smoking. Then again, she could be a big woman and if she has grown, I'll do her. Body type flexibility, you know. Back on track. Remember the first Zeta training? It all happens here, too. If you don't have the right skills, you wash out of the program. Not as a team, though, so I suspect Melina will make it through.

Chelsie brought her dad, Lyman. Let's just say that Lyman has embraced the lifestyle. He'll fit in just fine. I know because he fits in just fine. Did you catch that double-entendre?

Yeah, just fine.

Michael brought his older brother, Newton. As in 17-year-old Newton. Oh God.

Donavan brought his younger sister, Franny. Franny is 9. They haven't all caught on yet, but they likely would during the training. Franny is their fourth.

We'll help them get there. Newton might be their fifth. We'll see.

Remy. Now there is Remy. Remy brought his brother, Kenten, and his sister, Iva. His fellow triplets. They're all 9. Oh boy. Oh girl.

It is going to be quite a training class. They're all new to our world, particularly the people our students brought.

They all lined up and you could tell some were more comfortable with our workout clothes than others. Speedos. Nothing special about them. One-piece for the woman and a traditional Speedo for the men. Of the group, three were a little embarrassed. God. American culture. We do the program nude.

We will soon. It is one of the first tests.

"Good morning," I said. No, I'm not going to make them say it again louder. Good grief. "My name is Chris, and you likely know all of my co-instructors. First we're going to address the elephant in the room. As you know, the Dionysus culture is inclusive in every way. That includes people that are uncomfortable with our sexual moirés, including a number of asexual residents. More power to them.

"However, there is one place where we are strict about comfort with sexual situations, including participation. That place is Zeta. You all know this. You all agreed to it. I am giving you one more chance to change your mind. Every member of this class, including every instructor, will have sex in every imaginable way with every other person. Emelia, that means you and me. It also means you and Melina. I am not singling you out, just recognizing your fairly dramatic change of position. Are you comfortable and willing?"

While I was saying this, I went for a bit of the shock factor. I undressed. By the time I got to the last sentence, I was naked. So were all my fellow instructors. About two-thirds of the class, including Melina.

Emelia smiled at me and pulled the straps of her Speedo to the side and shimmied out of it.

Damn.

"It is confusing and complicated, but Melina and I had many long talks. I am holding her back and I am no longer willing to do that. She deserves to be in this class and I'm not only willing to do it with her, but I'm also excited to do so. I'm a triathlete. This is an incredible next step," said Emelia.

Then she reached over, slid her finger into Melina. She pulled it out and sucked off the juices, while smiling at me.

Yeah, that was a change of heart.

"Anyone else with issues or questions?" I asked. They all shook their heads no and everyone is naked. Last time we'll need those swimsuits.

"OK," said Sophia, stepping to the front. "We're going to go with an instructor for each team. Once we have reached the appropriate level of proficiency, we'll mix up the teams and do multi-team tasks. First, though, we have initial tests. I don't know if you'll all make it. We were clear in the paperwork that there were qualification steps, but intentionally fuzzy on the details for a reason. We're going to trust you with things about Dionysus that could get us hurt. If there is anyone here that believes they cannot hold that confidence, this is the time to quietly step away from the program. The key to Zeta success is trust. Trust the system. Trust each other. There is no shame in understanding yourself and choosing to leave now. I know you've heard this and read this, but we felt we should mention it again."

No one said anything. We didn't expect they would.

That's when Luca pulled a pistol out of his bag and turned to me.

And fired.

The demonstration involved me catching the bullet. That didn't happen. Now, before you panic, it is because Melina jumped out and plucked the bullet out of mid-air.

Oh boy.

She turned to the group and opened her palm to show the crushed bullet.

You know the amazing part? It didn't surprise one person in this group. Not one.

That is sure a plot twist.

"Can we all fuck now?" asked Melina.

Seemed like time to move to lesson 2.

I'll tell you what. I'll come back to CAP Zeta. Right now, we have lesson 2.

Yum.

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