29 April 2024

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Another big family

"I've got a weird one," I said to Bob and Amy. Given I was lying between them in the bed, still pretty sticky, I knew I had their attention. You can safely assume this is Pari. Rylee is off somewhere doing something hat related.

She does look good in a hat.

"I read about it, and it is bugging me," I said. "I can't fix everything, but I can fix some things and I don't exactly know what to fix and what not to fix. I want to fix them all."

That got me a kiss from both of them. It also caused Bob to notice a big dollop of cum on my stomach. His kiss came to me cum filled. I laughed after.

"Not even your cum," I said, still laughing.

"Juanita," said Bob. I just nodded. We're good at cum identification. Last night included Juanita, Amai, and Tim. I don't know why. I don't care why. Happy it did. The highlight of my night involved all three. I sat down on Amai's cock, which is joyous. Tits and a cock. But it gets better. Juanita offered me her cock and I sucked it down my throat.

I'm good at that. Just ask Juanita.

I'm not done though. I leaned over and Tim gently worked his cock into my ass.

Joyous. Such a perfect word.

This is not the topic of this story, but come on, Amai, Juanita, and Tim? You needed the mental image. Feel free to take a break to masturbate. I know when I read the journal it works out to about 15 words a minute, if you take masturbation time into account.

You too, huh?

But this is serious.

"I read about a family in Dallas," I said. "Six kids, from 13 to 7. Their parents were killed in a car accident. A drunk crossed the line and hit their SUV. All of them were in the car. All the kids survived, but some were pretty banged up, but not life threatening. Both parents were killed. Two kids are still in the hospital. The others have already been broken up and spread to foster homes. They don't expect to ever bring them back together."

"Fuck," said Amy.

"That sums it up nicely," said Bob. "Go fix it. You know we can't fix them all, but sometimes there are ones we should fix. We never know why, but we know. You know that. You knew that."

I knew that.

"You know that means that I'm not fixing it, we are," I said. Just then Bill and Jessica ran into the room. The fact that the three of us were naked and a little sticky isn't an issue in our culture. The fact that Jessica had a little cum in her hair wasn't all that surprising either.

"Come on," said Bill. "You three need to shower. Dress well. Suits and nice dresses. You have an appointment in an hour with the Director of the Dallas County DFS."

Amy and Bob looked at me and I shook my head no. I didn't talk to them, but it doesn't matter. They knew.

So we got up and headed to the shower. Bill took Amy's hand and Jessica took Bob's.

"Mom Pari, you shower in here," said Jessica. "We'll take them to different bathrooms." With that, they walked out of the door. All four of them.

She has a point.

I got out of the shower and Bill was waiting. Again, my naked 5-year-old son was waiting for me to step out of the shower. He was holding a big towel and started to dry me off. I was pretty dry when he started really rubbing me hard with the towel. Guess where. Then he started sucking my left nipple. Hard.

Now I understand why he was rubbing me with the towel. Which is now soaked.

We didn't say a word. He just led me over to the makeup table and started brushing out my hair. He knew I needed the release.

My kids are all so intuitive. Yeah, you laugh, and it is a little funny, but I am their mom. All of them. Not stepmom. Mom.

This is a serious story, but I need to go on a tangent to make my point. This was just a few days ago.

I was lying out on the back patio reading a book. Just me. I had the entire giant patio to myself, and I admit, a few minutes of peace was nice. Then someone stepped in front of the sun and cast a shadow on me. They were backlit so I couldn't even tell who they were. Whoever it was laughed, clearly realizing what was going on and turned sideways.

Which immediately identified her. I know those amazing D cups well. I just patted the spot next to me on the lounge and set down my book. I turned to look at her and took a moment to drink her in. Surely you know it was Morgan. Naked Morgan. Damn. She is one of the Top 10 most beautiful women in the world. Just being in the Top 10 isn't an insult in our world. I don't rank the Top 10. They're all tied.

"Oh, now I've got to ask," said Morgan. "Who is in the Top 10?" I laughed.

"It really should be about a 25-way tie, because some pretty beautiful women didn't make the list. Not necessarily in order. You, Sophia, Amy, Leslie, Chris, Nylah, Ruby, Jessica, Amai, Tegan," I said.

"Tegan over Carlina," said Morgan.

"See? That was a tough one," I said. "Either way would be good. I also left off Grace, which I shouldn't. Amara. Maite. Diane. You get my point."

"Well, you need to figure out which of the ten to drop off the list, because you're missing someone that is an absolute lock," said Morgan. I waited for her to tell me, but she just smiled. And kept waiting.

OK, I admit, I snorted.

"Yeah, no," I said. "Cute, but not Top 10 beautiful."

"That's one of the things I love about you, Mom Pari," said Morgan. "You really believe that."

I snorted again and she raised her eyebrows.

"What was your reaction to my putting you on the list?" I asked. This time she snorted.

"Over Maite or Diane or Juanita or a dozen others?" she laughed. "Probably not Top 25." This time I just waited her out. She started laughing and I did, too. We finally calmed down.

"Do you know what else?" said Morgan. "Every single person on that list would absolutely insist they did not deserve to be on that list."

"Yep," I said.

"I think you need to just have a Top 100," said Morgan.

"I do," I said, in a deep voice that surprised me. Morgan lost it again.

"Do you think Jessica understands that on every list she would deservedly have the top spot?" asked Morgan.

"No way," I said. "Now, that's not entirely true. Jessica understands physical beauty and likely knows her level of beauty is rare. It is just so low on the list of things that define a good person to her that she wouldn't even consider it. The idea of a Top 10 list and that list being based just on your appearance would downright confuse her. That's not Jessica."

We both sat there for just a minute. Jessica is special.

"The men's list would have Bill in exactly the same situation," said Morgan.

"Yep," I said. "It does."

Yeah, laughter again.

"Why are you wearing a bikini?" asked Morgan. "With an actual top, tiny as it is." I guess I should describe it. I'm wearing the tiniest of bikinis. Basically a tiny thong, really tiny, and two little triangles that covered my nipples and not much more.

I smiled at Morgan and sat up, facing her, crisscross. I had to pause a moment because Morgan truly is stunning. I took a deep breath, and it came out as a sigh. Morgan laughed again.

"Later," said Morgan. "But soon."

Yep. Hey, why go away from a good thing. At least I wasn't just nodding like someone we know.

Rather than answering her question, I reached up to the tie at the back of my neck. It really pushed my little A cups out there and my left nipple slipped out. Morgan moaned and then we said it together as I dropped the top.

"Tan lines," we both moaned.

"Jinx," we both said, quickly.

Soon is now. I damn near attacked her. How handy there was a big double-ended dildo in the drawer.

Sometimes a mom just needs to give her daughter a little love.

That cost us an hour. Worth it.

Back to the story in the tangent

Pari passed me the pen for this part. This is Morgan. We agreed she wouldn't publish the tangent until the situation resolved itself. I needed advice from my mom.

Mom Pari. Now, you're probably laughing at the idea, but I don't. We don't. Age isn't a thing, remember? It just isn't. Pari is married to Mom and Dad for a reason and that reason, beyond all the obvious ones, is that she is mature beyond her years. Look at what she has done in the world! I know, I know, I have accomplishments, too. I might finally understand the concept of an old soul.

And yes, I call her Mom Pari. We all do. She made us call Mom just Mom. Amy. It gets confusing. Mom suggested Mom Amy and Pari absolutely shot her down. I was there. It was not a discussion. Mom Pari said no, and the answer was no. Even Mom, you know Amy, knew better than to fight it.

Are you understanding Pari now? Amy backed down. Now, that's not fair, because they would fight each other so that the other benefited but Mom understood that Pari wanted to honor her.

Get it?

I could have gone to Mom, and I would have, but I think Mom Pari will understand the nuances better.

"That was spectacular, but you came here on a mission," said Pari. Yeah, too lazy to add the Mom part now that we have that established. We use it mostly in writing when they're together.

In real life we use it to recognize and honor our new mom and you know it.

"So here's the deal, just laying it all out there," I said. "I love Sophia with all my heart and always will and will always be with her." I took a deep breath but before I could finish, Pari said the words I needed to hear.

"You just need to talk to her. Be open. Be honest," said Pari. "You know that."

"You don't want to know what it is about?" I asked.

"It's something big enough that you came to me to talk about it, so no, I don't need to know, Sophia does," said Pari.

See why I wanted her advice? Time to go talk to Sophia. I gave Pari a quick kiss and jogged off. I'm pretty confident that Pari watched me for as long as she could.

Naked. D cups. Jogging.

I love that woman. I don't care that she's 12. She's my mom, too.

Tangent Inception

Now I have to go back one more day and tell a story. There is a reason that my tan lines are already so visible. I was lying out on the porch the afternoon before, wearing the same bikini in a different color. Reading a book. Sound familiar? The story starts exactly the same except when the person turned into their profile, I knew who it was by the combination of the stunningly uplifted B cups and the shapely ass.

"Elena!" I shouted. She walked out of the sun.

"You knew it was me," said Sophia, leaning over and swatting my arm. Which put her in a position where her breasts just bounced.

"Yeah, but it was funny," I said.

"No," said Sophia, lying next to me. "It wasn't."

"Bob will think it was," I said. Sophia laughed.

"Yes, he absolutely will," laughed Sophia. Then she rolled and gave me a simply incredible kiss. She slipped her finger under my thong and slipped in two fingers and used her thumb on my clit.

She pushed me over in a heartbeat and wouldn't let me come down. I just enjoyed wave after wave after wave.

She finally pulled away.

"Hello to you, too," I said, when I could catch my breath. "What's up?"

"Nothin'," said Sophia. "Just came to do that." I just kind of smirked at her.

"Talk to her. Be open. Be honest. You know that's the answer," I said. Remember, this was the day before, but what else would she be coming to me for?

Sophia just nodded and smiled. She got up and went over to the drawer.

Yes, that drawer.

Except this time, while she was just pounding me, Orlando, Blake, Jesse, and Tom walked out onto the porch, a little sweaty, and wearing basketball shorts. Only basketball shorts. Which they proceeded to strip off. Then they took showers in the outdoor shower. Together. Soaping each other up.

We took a break to watch. Then we took a break for each of them to fuck us. Twice.

She does need to talk to Morgan, and she will talk to Morgan, but today she is bringing her eight loads as a gift. She will appreciate the gift.

The real story

OK, that would be the third level of tangent, so I'll hold off on that and get back to the topic at hand. The entire point of this entry. Bob, Amy, and I were ready to go but we had a real dilemma. What should my role be. It wasn't until we were almost there that it came to me.

"I can't go in," I said to Bob and Amy. "There is no explanation for me that would help this situation and likely it would hurt it. I have to ask you to do it for me."

"We know," said Amy. "You just needed to get there."

"But you would have stopped me," I asked.

"Yes," said Bob. "But we knew we wouldn't need to."

Damn. I love them so much. Instead of landing at the DFS office, we landed at my house on campus and Bob and Amy will have to tell the story. Their confidence appears high, because they left both driving an SUV. OK, two GLS63, but come on, it is their favorite. Oops, no, Amy's in the wagon. The E63S.

They're everywhere. Hey, I called it my house.

Our house.

If it is important to Pari

Then it is important to us. Yes, we took two cars. We might come back in two cars by ourselves, but we're doing our best. This is Amy. I'm going to take the lead, only because I have a better shot, as a woman.

We landed down the street and drove into the lot and parked. A few people recognized us as we walked in. We really can't be incognito anymore, particularly when we're dressed up. Bob looks freaking amazing.

"You too, dear," he said. We walked into the front door holding hands and went to the security desk. The young woman behind the desk just stared at us with her mouth open.

We've learned to politely wait for a bit. Occasionally we have to break them out of the stupor, usually by just talking. This is one of those times.

"Hi," I said, cheerfully. "We're Amy and Bob. Can you direct us to the Director's office? We have an appointment." She still didn't talk. With one hand she pointed to the elevator and with the other she held up two fingers.

Apparently their security guard is also a mime. OK, that was mean even if Bob thought it was funny.

"We're just normal people. Kids from Florida that got lucky. Nothing more," I said. We mean it. She gave me a wan smile and that's the best I was going to get. We walked over to the elevator and took it up to the second floor and when we got off there were signs. Thankfully. We went into her outer office and clearly we were expected. They waved us right into her office and she came around the desk to greet us. If you're expecting some lavish office, this is a county DFS. She had a tiny office with a metal desk and two guest chairs, one of which looked to be a bit wobbly.

"I'm Dina," she said, keeping her hands at her side. I admit, we both laughed and introduced ourselves with our hands out.

"We have no idea why anyone does that," said Bob. "We're not British royalty."

Wait. I looked at Bob and he smiled.

"You have a child in our school," I said, and Dina laughed.

"Two of them," she said, smiling. "My daughter Toni, who is 9 and my son Thad, who is 12."

"Such fine ages," I said. "Do you volunteer at the school?"

"Frequently," she said. "In fact, I've met your wife, Pari, several times."

"Do you know Dina, one of the parents from your Dallas school?" I thought to Pari.

"Yeah," thought Pari. "She's Toni and Thad's mom. A wonderful woman." Then she laughed. In my head.

"I suspect I know why you're here and am surprised Pari isn't," said Dina.

"Does Pari know what you do for a living?" asked Bob. Dina thought about it.

"You know it never came up," said Dina. "But that's what brought you here, isn't it?"

"We don't know," I said. "We rarely do."

I looked at Bob and he nodded. I'd included him in the conversation, and he'd already finished explaining it. To Pari.

Yes, we can have group chats now. With video. Kind of Zoom in our heads.

It's fun. Particularly when one of us is off having sexy time with someone else. Live porn. Sorry, distracted.

You see, Pari was naked, with Phary and Cassiopeia, when I thought to her.

I'm kind of wet now.

Somehow Pari moved fast because she walked in, dressed incredibly nicely, with an amazing French braid. How the...

Even I don't question things now.

Pari carefully closed, and locked, the door. Then she went in for the hug and kiss. A passionate kiss. With a lot of groping.

With Dina.

"Stop," I said. Sternly.

"Oh shit," said Pari. She smoothed her dress down and Dina did the same. We're not in a consulate.

"Well, Amy and I are legal," said Bob, to laughter.

"Down, boy," said Pari. "Dina and her kids are going to spend the weekend with us."

"We are?" squeaked Dina.

"Yes, regardless of how this works out," said Pari. "We know you have to work within your system, but we want to ensure the kids stay together in any way that we can. We can fund it. We'll do anything."

"So here's the deal," said Dina. "I've been thinking about this since it happened, and I thought about reaching out to you. It is so tragic. But there is only one way to bring them back together."

"Adoption," said Pari. Holy mother. Six.

We'd do it. You know we would. Pari looked at me and then Bob and we both smiled. Before we could do anything, the door opened.

And in walked Amai. The door we had not yet unlocked. Our world, what can I say.

"Sorry I'm late," said Amai. "This is going to sound weird, but I have no idea why I am here, but know I need to be here."

"Nothing in your world surprises me," said Dina. "I'm Dina." She didn't offer her hand. Being safe, I suppose.

"I'm Amai," she said, sticking out her hand. Dina does have a nice handshake and I have no idea why that was worth noting.

"Catch me up," said Amai. Pari and Dina jumped in. I'm pretty sure Bob and I could have left.

"What are the requirements for the adoptive family?" asked Amai. "For example, I would be a single mom, but have my PhD in counseling with an emphasis on children. I'm also the Chief Mental Health Officer for the Kingdom of Dionysus."

"You have a Chief Mental Health Officer?" asked Dina.

"Sure," said Bob. "Why wouldn't we? Mental health is as important as physical health, and the impact shouldn't be minimized." Dina just stared at Bob.

"That wasn't just bullshit, was it?" said Dina. "You really believe that."

"Yes," said Amai. "They do. You just have to understand the story of almost anyone with which they come in contact. If you think the school is an amazing step for children, and it is, then you have only a taste of the entire Dionysus experience."

OK, we didn't quite catch ourselves, but they were short moans. Then again, Dina was moaning, too.

"Yes, I mean that," said Amai. "But not just that. It's everything. I have literally the most boring, underutilized job in the world. We have happy, well-adjusted people that know that if they need anything they can just ask. And I don't mean ask a professional, although that's always available. Feel a little down? Walk outside your front door and stop the next jogger. They'll come inside and have a cup of coffee and let you vent and help you get to a better place."

Dina laughed.

"That's a little extreme, isn't it?" said Dina. "I understand your point, but that can't be real."

"His name is Lillard, he lives two streets over, and I met him yesterday," said Amai. "I was feeling like I didn't have enough purpose in my life."

"Particularly given how damn well-adjusted everyone is," she added, with a laugh.

"And now you're here discussing adopting six kids!" said Dina.

"Not quite," said Amai. "When we feel like we should be someplace, we always go. We often don't know why, but when we get there we do. It can't be a coincidence. Yesterday I wasn't feeling valued. Today six kids need help. It's why I am here."

"You haven't even met them. They're not little angels. One has been in the system," said Dina.

"I don't care," said Amai. "You heard what I said. We live in paradise. Nirvana. Utopia. Call it what you want, but I can help, and I will help." The strength that came out with her statement was overwhelming.

"You have to be a US citizen," said Dina.

"Born and raised in Cleveland," said Amai, smiling.

"You have to live in the county for six months," said Dina. That one shook Amai for a second and then she laughed.

"Oh no," she said. "I'll have to live in a mansion on the campus of our school. Whatever will I do."

Dina laughed.

"I know the school quite well," said Dina, in a little throatier voice. "I'd love to give you the tour."

Amai's smile was spontaneous, but she didn't tone it down. Dina passed out briefly, but luckily Bob caught her. I caught Pari. She happened to be in the line of sight. Unrestrained smiles have consequences in our world. With the women, it's not so bad.

The men end up sticky. Or at least stickier.

There was one time on a helicopter...

"Can I meet them?" asked Amai. "Can we all meet them?"

"They're down the hall in the conference room," said Dina, smiling. "The last two got out of the hospital yesterday."

"You were expecting us, and you were expecting us now," said Pari. Dina just shrugged.

"I knew I needed them to be here now," said Dina, softly.

Wow.

Dina led the way, walking with Amai. Bob, Pari, and I held back. Amai turned around.

"Get your asses up here," said Amai. "I'm not in this alone."

No, she's not.

They walked into the conference room, and we followed them in. I turned to Pari, and she smiled.

The kids are Asian. Ain't that a coincidence?

"Hi kids," said Dina. "Let me introduce you to Amai. She's a counselor and is going to get to know you a little better." A young man of about 11 snorted.

Oh hell yes, we waited. Even Dina. It was silent for a bit and finally he snorted again and laughed a bit.

"You may not be as well-known as the three behind you, but anyone that knows much of anything knows who you are," he said. "You are a counselor, but Dallas County doesn't bring in counselors from Robertville."

His older sister and what looked to be his own identical triplet brothers looked a little lost. The younger brother and sister, who looked to be about 7 and 9, knew exactly what he meant.

They waited him out.

"Amai is, I believe, a Countess of Dionysus and what they call an original meaning someone that knew the two older people behind her before Dionysus existed. Those two are both married to Pari, who is the young woman standing with them and also the Minister of Education for the country of Dionysus."

"Hold up," said the older girl. "Originals are someone that knew the King and Queen before the country existed. The Minister of Education is married to the King and..." Her voice dropped off when she realized.

"Wait, wait," said the youngest, who looked to be a girl of about 7. "That would mean they're the..." Her voice trailed off, too. She walked right up to our group.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all. We are honored to be in the presence of royalty," said the youngest girl.

Amai started laughing first. She did. It wasn't me. OK, maybe it was me. Then Bob and Pari were. All four of us. Just laughing away. The young woman just waited us out.

"May I introduce my siblings" she said.

"You have to curtsey first," said Pari. By the smirk on her face, she knew Pari was blowing smoke up her ass, but she did a very fine curtsey.

"That's not really what I want up my ass," thought the girl, to me. Pari snorted. Ah, to all of us.

"Sorry," said Pari. "Just my allergies."

"Maybe I should get you undressed and put you to bed," thought the girl.

"Only if I can come along," thought Dina. Damn.

"Can we all just talk out loud," said the oldest, a young woman. "We can all hear you."

Amai laughed.

"It seems like you were destined for Dionysus," said Amai. "It just sucks that this is the reason."

"It damn well does," said the oldest girl. "Our parents were good people. They were. We're powerful, but not because of them. They never touched us. No one did. This is just us. We're close kids, you know. But it happened and we can't do anything about it, and we want to be together, so whatever the fuck plan you have to accomplish that, we're in."

The other five jumped in with agreement.

"Why don't we do this," said Amai. "You have my commitment. My promise. No matter what happens, you will stay together. Period."

"Ours too," said Pari. "We've got your back." Pari took each of our hands and smiled up at us. Close. Not over, but close. Pari has amazing control.

"My control isn't quite as good yet," said the youngest girl. She hit me with a smile, and I could feel it build. It hit me hard, but then smoothed out. It was a gentle, but extended orgasm. Then she drifted me up and held me there and then gently lowered me to normal.

I think I stared at her for a solid 30 seconds.

"The first and last time you'll do that to me young lady," I said, and she laughed.

"Point taken," she said and turned and smiled at Pari. Pari smiled back and didn't have any reaction. The young woman, though, dropped to the carpet and damn near had a seizure. Brief, but she was bucking.

"You're powerful," said Pari. "But don't get cocky." The young woman sat up and smiled.

"Point taken," she said, and we all laughed. "I've met a few people with some skills, but I don't quite get it yet, do I?"

Pari just slowly shook her head no.

I love Pari. Which got me a big smile. Took me to tingly, but not over. The girl is freaking powerful.

"You were going to do introductions?" said Pari, with a smile.

"I believe I was," she said. "I'm Kaelyn. I'm 7. Starting at the bottom, this is Kagan. He is 9. My three oldest brothers are Kadir, Kanan, and Kalin and they're 11. Don't even try to tell them apart."

"I'll bet you can," said Pari. Kaelyn blushed. Pari rightfully let it drop.

"I'm Kaja. And before you ask, all of our names start with K. We have no idea why," said Kaja. "I can tell them apart." She added a smirk.

We hear you Kaja. No, literally. She said it out loud.

"I can, too," said Kagan, who smirked, too. These kids are going to be a handful.

"So I hear at least one of you has run afoul of the system," said Amai. "Why?"

"That was me," said Kaja. "I shoplifted a pair of sunglasses. It was a dare, and I was stupid."

"Who dared you to do it?" asked Amai. Kaja just shook her head no. Amai laughed.

"You going to do it again?" asked Amai. "Or anything else?"

"No way," said Kaja. "Listen, we're in deep shit here. We miss our parents and haven't seen each other since the day it happened. We'll live in a cardboard box if we have to. You're giving us a chance. We're going to be the best damn kids on the planet."

"Language," said Bob, with a smile and the room broke out laughing. These were some cool kids.

"OK," said Amai. "What do we need to do?" She was asking Dina.

"It took a court order, but you've been approved as a foster parent with the expectation that adoption is likely," said Dina. We all just stared, and she shrugged. This was really interesting.

"Then let's head home," said Amai. "We're here for at least six months, but we'll work through that together."

"Where are we going to live?" asked Kadir. Or Kanan. Or maybe Kalin. He laughed.

"I'm Kanan," he said.

"No, I'm Kanan," said one of the others. The two girls both pointed at the remaining triplet.

"Kanan," said both girls. Oh hell yes, we waited and finally Kaja laughed.

"Jinx," said Kaja, walking towards Kaelyn.

"Save it for the house," said Amai. "Trust me."

"Where are we going to live?" asked Kagan.

"Pari is loaning us her house on campus," said Amai. "We'll get you all enrolled in our school." Every person in the room moaned, including Dina.

"The house is on campus?" asked Kaja. "So the house is part of the consulate?"

We all just smiled at her. Carefully.

It didn't matter. She went off anyway. We understand. Amai signed the required paperwork, and we were off.

"How will you even get them all home?" asked Dina. Amai laughed and turned to us.

"Two cars? Probably SUVs?" she asked.

"Plus my car," laughed Pari. "Kaja, you're with me."

"Can I ride with you, too?" asked Kaelyn.

"Sorry kiddo, just room for one passenger," said Pari.

"What did you drive?" asked, well, one of the triplets. We have to figure out how to tell them apart.

"We'll be happy to show you how," he said. I'll bet he would. Our conversations must be confusing to people that only hear what we say out loud.

"A Veyron," said Pari.

"A Veyron?" said Kalin. "As in you own more than one?"

"Yes, Kalin, we do," said Pari. Kalin looked shocked.

"How did you know I'm Kalin?" asked Kalin. Pari pointed at another of them.

"Kadir," she said. She shifted her finger. "Kanan." They all looked shocked.

"How?" asked Kadir. Ah. Got it. Apparently there are some differences. They're all visibly hard. Just a little variation.

"Let's go," said Kaelyn, leading the way. They each had a small backpack and that was it.

"Where can we get the rest of their stuff?" asked Amai. "Who is managing the estate?"

"Forget it," said Kaja. "We don't get a penny and our stuff is long gone."

"That makes no sense," said Amai. "Your parents were both successful."

"And our mom’s brother is the executor," said Kaja. "By now everything is gone and he's in the wind."

"Oh no," said Pari, with grit. "He's not. I. will. find. him."

I'm pissed

Pari, here. I'm jumping the journal, so to speak, and telling the story of their uncle. We'll come back to the rest of the post and believe me there is a lot more. Amai is freaking amazing.

So.

I reached out to Della. This isn't exactly a Zeta team problem, but we're using the team for a lot of things that are beneficial to their training. This one will let them work on tracking and finding someone that is in the wind. They're a lot less constrained by the rules of a typical police department or military.

And they have Rylee and Bob's skills behind them. Remember the tech that led to all those companies ending up in our hands? Yeah, that tech. They're adapting it for exactly this situation. Financial records, connection maps, travel records, facial recognition.

It is both powerful and scary, which is why access is extremely limited. What I needed is limited to Bob, Rylee, Colby, and Della. The only four with access. Colby is Rylee's protege.

And fuck buddy, but that's another conversation.

There was one time on a helicopter...

Kidding. Sort of. It didn't involve Colby. We were past helicopters by the time Colby joined the family. Now, Rylee and me? Yeah, that happened.

Three spatulas.

Damn.

Back to the task at hand. It took her almost a week, but they found him. It was, of all things, a surveillance camera pointed at the sidewalk in front of the Zara store on the Champs Elysees.

Paris.

He couldn't have chosen a worse place to hide for two reasons. We have outstanding relationships in Paris, mostly because of Garren. Oh, good, we'll get to see Garren, Zuri, and Darroll.

Yum.

The second reason is that the cameras in Paris are trivial to hack. They followed him camera to camera all the way home and were even able to figure out the exact apartment, with a little more digging. So we're sending in an extraction team, with the permission of the French.

Della will personally be the team leader. Garren and I will be the team. Come on, if you doubted I was trained for Zeta, then you don't know me well. We debated the full uniform, with ion guns, or the dad out with his two kids approach. I admit, the first is sexy AF. Della and I take on an entirely different personality with our uniforms and an ion-gun strapped to our chest.

Although we will never approach Leslie, who rocks that outfit, complete with gun.

Nope. Della and I are about to land on the apartment. We're both in cheer shorts and tight t-shirts. Nothing says young more than nipple bumps and A cups under a tight t-shirt, particularly if we're rocking pigtails. In this case, properly French braided pigtails. I'm the freaking Queen and not one in a thousand would give me another look when I look like this. OK, I would get another look, but it would be my tits or my ass.

We didn't have guns. Just zip cuffs. We don't need them.

Any one of us can kick his ass. Easily.

Analysis of the video feed showed he is a creature of habit. He heads to a nearby pâtisserie right at 0800 every day. He has a scone and a cafe au lait. He is also ridiculed as a stupid American by the staff. He must not understand French. Some of the things they said were hilarious. We sent Zuri in to scope out the place while he was there.

We were waiting outside his building by 755. We stopped and had an argument, in Arabic. Everyone gave us a wide berth. Here he is now.

As much as I wanted to lead, I let Della. I was too pissed off. I could hurt him. Badly.

"Excuse me," said Della. He turned to her with an odd mix of disdain and lust. Eww.

"You are under arrest on charges from the country of Dionysus," said Della. He looked at her and then freaking took off running. In his suit, with his dress shoes. What's with the suit? The guy is living off his stolen money. Who wears a suit?

"Rock, paper, scissors," said Della and all three of us threw down.

Shit. They both picked paper and covered my rock.

I took off after him. He had absolutely no chance. Hell, I can fly, but he's also not the fastest guy on the planet. He's big and burly and wheezing and I'm still a few paces back.

I am doing this wrong. I froze him, perhaps a bit too abruptly, because he face planted, at speed.

Golly. He was a little stunned, so I zip cuffed him and lifted him to his feet.

"Running just pisses us off," I said.

We took him right up. To our prison. He refused to talk or return the money. We put him right next to the entire family that is in our prison. You know who. They've devolved. Mostly they mutter, punctuated by a lot of screams and sobbing.

He lasted four days. We found all the money and got it back to the kids. Honestly, they didn't need it, but it was the principle of the thing. We turned him over to the Dallas authorities. He'll get a slap on the wrist.

Then we'll extradite him and take him back up for a bit. Just long enough to make sure he understands the error of his ways.

A year or two. Or three.

Feeling valued now

This might be the craziest thing I have ever done.

Might.

This is Amai. We just got to the house. I'd landed my plane outside of Dina's office and then sent it to Target, so I just had it fly itself to the house and joined in one of the cars. We all tumbled out of the cars and went inside.

"This is your house?" asked Kanan, to Pari. "You're about my age. I still don't quite get all the relationships here."

"This was my house," said Pari. "But now that Bob, Amy, Rylee, and I are married, the big house at the end is mine, so I really don't need this one anymore. So, you can all have it."

"You have a house that is bigger than any house I have ever seen, and it is a spare house now that you're married to the King and Queen of Dionysus," said Kalin.

"And Queen, but yes," said Pari, with a smile.

"How old are you?" asked Kadir.

"12," said Pari.

"You're living the dream," said Kaelyn.

"You have no idea," said Pari, with a huge smile. It took Kaelyn to her knees.

"You did warn me," said Kaelyn, when she could stand back up. "Any chance we could channel that more positively and get naked and all fuck? To my disappointment, I am not yet old enough for Bob, Amy, and Amai, but I am pretty confident we can take all that energy and put it to good use."

She said all that to Pari. Pari didn't answer, at least with words.

Pari took off her clothes. We all took off our clothes.

This might be interesting. I was in shorts and a polo. I pulled off the polo to appreciative sounds. Then I dropped the shorts.

To moans. From them all. None louder than Amy.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," said Kaja. All the other kids were nodding away. "Tits and a cock."

It startled them a bit when Amy, Pari, and Bob threw their hands in the air and yelled "Yay!".

"It's kind of a thing," said Amy.

"Understandably," said Kaja. "Do we understand the rules right that even though you're our foster mom, it's OK for you to fuck me until you can't anymore?"

"Only with mutual consent," I said. "There is a phrase that is important. For you I have no boundaries. Now, you can always say no, but that phrase means that the person to whom you say it may initiate things and you can always, and I mean always, say no. So I'll say to all of you kids. For you I have no boundaries. Now, Kaelyn, you're too young, but you can watch. You can play with your siblings, too, and you don't have to hide it. Hell, fuck in the living room. I will be."

"Are there really wrestling rooms?" asked Kadir.

"Lots of them. Big ones. Padded ones. Very nice ones," said Pari. Our Dr. Suess books are fun.

"Is there a wrestling team?" asked Kaelyn.

"No," said Pari. "Did I mention this house has a big wrestling room?"

Kaelyn and Kalin walked over and took Pari's hands. The kids were already naked. OK, everyone was already naked.

"Lead the way," said Kalin. The rest of us held back, just a bit.

Come on. Cute little asses.

Their circumstances suck, but the sex was incredible. My life just took an interesting turn.

Seriously though, the sex was incredible. Did I mention Phary, and crew rolled right in, too? Phary and Cassiopeia. Sadie, Mateo, Grayson, and Aria. Oh, even Emory. Who doesn't love more tits and a cock. Winston. Tony and Parker. Calista and Champ. Ari and Nico and all the other kids from the golf course story.

It is a big wrestling room.

We wore out.

"Come on," said Pari. "Quick showers and let's go fire up the grill."

Quick showers for our group were a little more than an hour, but for us, that's quick. We have fun in our showers. We finally all made it onto the back porch and Pari and Bob had two huge commercial griddles going. There appears to also be a huge open fire pizza oven filled with flatbread pizzas. I wonder if they're as good as the Hilton Midtown's in New York City.

Seriously. Those are great flatbread pizzas.

The triplets are manning the pizza oven. Kaja and Kagan are at another griddle just covered with sliced vegetables. Thad and Toni are each working on a simply giant pot on a huge gas stove.

"Prawns," said Toni. "Freaking giant ones."

"Lobster tails," said Thad.

Kaja left Kagan at the griddle and walked over.

"The reason we're here sucks and will always suck," said Kaja. "But thank you. We truly believe we have a second chance, and it is because of you and everyone else from Dionysus. We think it will be tough but in the end OK."

"It will be," said a voice behind me. Then she walked up.

Chris. Nobody understands this situation better.

Chris just held open her arms and Kaja drifted in for the hug. Chris held her until Kaja cried it out. Finally Kaja stood up and stepped back a step.

"Thank you," said Kaja.

"Anytime," said Chris. "Any of us. Seriously. Anyone in our entire society. We value hugs. It is the fundamental basis of our culture. Ask for a hug. Ask for more. Climb in the bed of someone and they will comfort you."

"And more," said Kaja with a smile.

"And more," said Chris. Noah walked up and put his arm around Chris. My God they're an adorable couple.

"You truly are an adorable couple," said Kaja.

See!

Finally Kaja headed back to help Kagan. Just before she got there, she looked over her shoulder at Chris.

"See you at bedtime," said Kaja. She turned and started flipping the vegetables with a big spatula.

While Chris and Noah moaned.

"They'll make it. Sometimes it will suck. Sometimes it won't," said Chris. "Our responsibility is to ensure that it sucks a lot less than it doesn't."

It took a minute to process that sentence but yes, what she said.

My life might have taken a modest turn.

I felt someone take my hand and I turned.

Dina.

It feels nice.

Dinner at Pari's

This is Toni. Thad, Mom, and I are headed to Pari's for dinner. She said there were some new students she wanted us to meet. I am always up for new kids, in every way you can imagine that, so sure we're in. This is the first time we've seen Pari since she got married again. I am quite hopeful that her spouses are with her. This backs up a little. Before dinner. In the wrestling room. It is how we got to be involved. This is a little confusing. My story overlaps a little. We'll get to the cookout.

FTW.

Wouldn't you be hoping for Pari's spouses? I'm freaking 9. I'm going for it. Pari made sure we understood they'd be at her old house. Not sure why. We just pulled up and holy shit. It's a freaking hotel. I've seen it from a distance, but not up close. Wow. We walked up the sidewalk and I opened the door. This is Dionysus. They don't even have doorbells. We walked around and there didn't seem to be anyone here. We finally found a note on the kitchen counter.

Down the hall to your right, all the way to the end. Clothes optional and unlikely.

Well, that seems encouraging, now doesn't it? We all stripped and put our folded clothes on the couch and headed down the hall. At the end, there were open double doors.

To a huge wrestling room. Bigger than the largest one at school. This one is freaking packed, too. There must be a hundred people. I see Pari and sure enough, Queen Amy and King Bob are here. Ah, there is Queen Rylee. Can you hear me moan? So are all nine of their kids. Seriously, I see them all, including their spouses. There is a baby running around that looks like she is about 3 months old, which makes no sense, because she is running around. Oh, there's a boy of about the same age chasing her. No one seemed to think that was unusual. Even though they're naked, too.

Pari saw us and came running over. Oh my God, that was amazing. Pari is, well, gorgeous. I know she can read me, but I still didn't react fast enough. She smiled me into the ground.

That was OK.

"Welcome," said Pari, just as Bob and Amy walked up and each put an arm around her. Yes, they immediately told us they were just Bob and Amy. It is a distracting situation though, because Bob is hard, throbbing, and sticky and Amy is leaking cum down her leg. Pari laughed and looked.

Then she wiped the cum off with her finger and offered it to Rylee, who just walked up. Who eagerly sucked it off. Then she laughed.

"Orlando with a hint of Juanita," she said, to Amy, Bob, and Pari's laughter.

"You've always been good at it," said Amy.

"Identifying cum by taste?" I asked.

"Yeah," said Pari. "It's a game everyone plays. Once you've swallowed their cum a few dozen times, it is pretty easy to do."

"A few dozen times," said Thad, to laughter from all of them.

"Some are a lot more," said Bob. "Particularly those two."

"You're fun, aren't you?" I said. Bob and Amy each held out a hand to me. Pari held hers out to Mom. Thad appears to be glowing.

Rylee.

This is going to be epic.

Spoiler alert: It was epic.

But more important, yes more important than sex, we made some new friends. Not just Amai and her six kids, although they're amazing. Such adversity but they're handling it so well. Truly tragic, but Amai as your mom? Have you seen that woman? OMG. Kaja bouncing on Amai is a vision, particularly while Amai was sucking Bob and Kaja was sucking Orlando.

But do you know what was better?

When I bounced up and down on Amai's cock. Tits and a cock.

Yay!

And yes, that's really a thing. The fact that bouncing on Amai's cock involved four, yes four, spatulas was one hell of a bonus.

Spatulas. Who knew?

OK, I did, but I go to this school. Every wrestling room has entire cabinets full. Some tongs. Some ladles. You get the idea.

We spent way too long having sex, so dinner is late.

"There is never a situation where sex is way too long," said Amy. "We're going to shower and go grill. Everything is all set out now."

"You anticipated almost three hours of sex?" I said.

"Yes," shouted almost everyone in the room. No voice was louder than Kagan's when he added one simple word.

"Jinx," shouted Kagan.

"OK dear," said Amy. "But let's hold it until after dinner. Paying that off will take all night."

"All night," added Pari, and the first word was about eleven syllables.

I sure hope we get invited back. Just then Bob slid up beside me and put his arm around me. Not in a sexual way. In a friendly way. Then he smiled at me.

He has outstanding control.

"You're not going to get invited back," said Bob, with a laugh.

Say what?

"Did we do something wrong?" I asked. Wow, my voice cracked. Bob looked a little shocked.

"Wait, no," he said. "Wow, I introduced that poorly. You're not going to get invited back because you never need an invitation. The houses don't have doorbells for a reason. Our doors are always open. You might find someone that has other things they have to do, but nine times out of ten, or maybe 99 out of a hundred, you'll get invited along. They're going to the moon for lunch? You're invited along. They're going to meet in Sydney for an afternoon orgy? You're invited along. No one needs an invitation. You're part of the family now."

"The family?" I said. "What are you, the good mafia?" Bob laughed. Kaja and Kagan had just walked up. God they're gorgeous.

"Kind of," said Bob, softly. OMG. They kind of are.

Wow.

"Amai is adopting six kids she'd never met," I said. Bob nodded.

"I'm up to nine myself," said Bob.

"Wow, you are," said Kaja. "I guess I never thought about it that way. How did you even handle it? How is Amai going to handle it?"

"You don't handle it, exactly," said Bob. "Shit happens to us. We don't know why, but so far, in our lives, no matter how tragic the circumstances, the right answer is presented to us. We never deviate from that. Ever. What is presented to us happened for a reason. That's not to say their parents dying had a reason. There can be no reason for that. It is when we come across situations where we can help, we help. We're blessed. We have resources beyond belief. It is ridiculous for us to hoard those resources. So we use them any and every way that we can. We can't fix the world, but we can fix what happens around us."

"Because that's your destiny," said Kagan. Bob looked a little confused. I am not. I know what he meant.

"I'm not sure I follow," said Bob.

"To fix the world," said Kagan. "You are. You're picking up the pace, too."

I think they are.

Oh, and Bob?

Amazing. With Amy and Pari. And Rylee.

Yay!

The evening only got better, which is hard to believe.

Believe it.

My name is Kaja

I'm the oldest and in charge. OK, that might make Kaelyn laugh, but at the moment I have the pen. This whole situation sucks. We loved our parents, and they loved us. We went into a shitty system and got broken up and were never going to see each other again. They broke up triplets!

Then Pari came along and then Amai.

Both are stone cold foxes. There was this time where I was riding Amai cowgirl and Pari bent me over and fucked me in the ass with a surprisingly large dildo.

Oh yeah. That was yesterday.

This morning we get registered for school. Toni and Thad stopped by the house to walk with us and help get us enrolled. Amai wanted to come but saw that we had to be independent.

Toni and Thad. Oh God. They promised a tour of the wrestling room. Feels like a win.

I don't know why, but this house has a huge closet with clothes for all of us, including a wide selection of backpacks. We all have backpacks now. We're not sure why, but we loaded them up with snacks.

You can never go wrong with a good snack.

We walked across the campus to the main building. Toni and Thad kept up a running commentary. For some reason they're talking about all the college degree programs we should consider.

"You know I'm 13 and the oldest, right?" I asked. It took them a minute and they laughed.

"Yes," they both said. Then Toni laughed and almost screamed out "jinx".

Apparently we're not waiting for the wrestling room tour.

We're all tested and registered now, even with that detour to the wrestling room.

I'm in pre-med. The trips are all in various engineering disciplines. Kagan is in law school.

Kaelyn already has her master's in counseling. Yes, she tested her way through her master's. She's always been a voracious reader.

We miss our parents terribly, but our lives are moving on in a way we never could have conceived.

It is actually real

Kaja, here, again. This is still confusing as hell. Yes, we miss Mom and Dad. A lot. They were wonderful people. Truly wonderful. The description earlier is both accurate and a little off. We're not Asian, exactly. We're mixed. Mom was Asian, from Japan, and Dad was Hispanic, from Chile.

The blend appears to have worked. I'm self-aware enough to know I'm attractive, although I also know that Kaelyn puts me to shame. Nothing wrong with that. She's transcendent.

And insatiable. Who am I kidding? We all are. Yes, we were sexually active before and no, never with Mom and Dad, although they had to know. I suspect they also knew it was good for us. Dionysus shows results, right? Me, I'm still small, about 5'0" with smaller A cup breasts and a little flare to my hips.

Imagining me naked, aren't you? That's OK. We all love it.

But here's the thing. Yes, sad situation, but it would be impossible to come up with an end result better than this one. A mansion on the school property. I've become really close friends with Cassiopeia and Phary and they're teaching me how to play golf. We all go. Our six plus the two of them is two foursomes. We all have fun but we're not very good, except Kagan. Kagan is amazing. He has a scratch handicap already. Cassiopeia thinks he should join the junior’s tour.

He's played like seven rounds. Ever.

It is fun, though, because Pari built one more course, which is for the school. It is an incredibly difficult Pete Dye designed course, but it is the school golf course. We mostly play naked. Oh, who am I kidding? We always play naked. With two foursomes playing together, we often have time to kill, right?

For example, Kanan bent me over the cart seat and fucked me just last hole.

I'm still dripping a bit, but everyone is happy to scoop up a little. While we waited to putt, Kaelyn cleaned me out. I might have shouted a bit during Phary's backstroke. It didn't faze her at all.

Not sure why I told this story. I will mention that at this course the nineteenth hole has a wrestling room.

Oh yeah.

So much more to this story. We'll leave it here for now.

Picking up our new planes

In rereading the journal, I realized I'd never told this story. I thought it was hilarious, so, well, I am now.

Going back in time.

All the way back to when I was 11. Given I am 14 now, it wasn't that long ago.

This is Ruby.

If you recall, we like to do fighter competitions, usually over the Mediterranean. This story comes from when I bought more F-16V models for our friends to fly. Production of the F-16 was down to almost nothing and had moved from Fort Worth, where it was built in its heyday, to Greenville, South Carolina. Did you know that at the peak they were delivering an F-16 a day from Fort Worth?

Now that plant builds F-35 planes, and I can't explain why. Let's face it, if there is a big dustup in the world, our fighters will rule the skies and end it quickly.

How crazy is that.

So anyway, I'd just texted the acquisition team to find me three F-16V models and I needed them by that weekend. They found one in Greece, and picked that up, but the other two had to be ferried in from the plant in Greenville, SC. They'd arranged for them to be equipped with drop tanks, but even so, we had to stop twice to refuel. OK, not exactly stop, since we refueled in flight.

Of course we have tankers. I arranged to have them prepositioned for the return and they can hang around station for a pretty long time.

It's not like they would run out of fuel.

The funny thing is the we own several KC-46 tankers, based on the 767. The entire program was a disaster due to one freaking huge problem. The camera system that let the pilot see the refueling boom was junk.

They'd worked for three years to fix it.

It took Rylee less than a half an hour to provide a software fix.

Oddly, or maybe not, it pissed them all off. Everyone. The Air Force. Boeing. Just all of them. Particularly given they did not give Rylee the software to fix. And yet, she had the software. Hmm.

That caused a shitstorm. It made Rylee laugh.

This was before Leslie bought Boeing.

So anyway, we'd take off from South Carolina, refuel twice over the Atlantic, and land on Aether. I needed pilots, so it was going to be Leslie and me each flying an F-16V. Chris agreed to ferry us over on the HPlane. Such a cool breakthrough plane and now in a museum. Already.

The Dionysus Air Force was positioning the tankers, so I didn't need anyone else. I'll drop back to when we were about to arrive.

Approaching the airport

OK, this is 11-year-old Ruby, with 13-year-olds Leslie and Chris.

Before Chris was President. Barely after Hayden was founded.

Dionysus was pretty new. Certainly not a superpower.

We're a freaking superpower now. WTF.

"Dionysus flight of one requesting permission to land at KGYH," said Chris, into the radio. Ever the polite one.

"Line up for runway 23," said the voice. "Winds from the Northeast at 11."

Chris took us down to a picture-perfect landing, to the surprise of, well, no one. She's a damn good pilot.

"Ground control," said Chris. "We're taxiing to Lockheed."

"You need special clearance for that," said the controller.

"We have it," said Chris. "Thanks."

Well, they did not like that. They did not like that at all. Suddenly airport police SUVs converged and blocked our way.

"Um," said Chris, into the mic. "No offense, but what the fuck. We have proper approval. Move the cars please."

"We do not show any US registered plane with clearance," said the tower.

"No, you don't," said Chris. "Because you just blocked an aircraft of the Kingdom of Dionysus with three royals aboard, all traveling with diplomatic immunity, including our Minister of Defense. Want to rethink this plan?"

"Huh?" said the tower.

"Love your way with words," said Chris. "But we did everything right and you're about to create a diplomatic incident."

We could hear a conversation in the background. We could only tell they were having the discussion, not the content. While they were clearly arguing, a car with Lockheed markings pulled up and a dude in a suit got out and basically started screaming at everyone. We could not hear what, but his arm gestures implied he wanted the cops to move.

And they were not.

I suspect he could see his visions of a big Dionysus contract go up in flames. We wouldn't tell him that we were buying the F-16 planes as toys.

Well, they kind of are.

"Drop the ramp," said Leslie.

"We're on the runway," said Chris.

"Not much we can do about that," said Leslie, gesturing out the windscreen.

Now, I suppose I should set the stage. We have our flight suits with us. We're not in them. No, we're not naked.

Rompers rule the day.

Not even uniform rompers. Just cute little rompers. Zara.

Which I didn't even own yet!

Sorry, back to the timeline.

We walked down the ramp, with Leslie in the lead. Well, she is the Minister of Defense. We walked over to the arguing men and just stood there.

Just a waitin'.

Two 13-year-olds and an 11-year-old. Watching the argument. In our rompers. Which we rock. They noticed we were there but dismissed us with barely a glance.

OK, at that point in Dionysus, which wasn't that surprising.

"Excuse me," said Leslie.

Nothing. Not even a reaction.

"Excuse me," said Leslie, quite a bit louder.

Nothing.

Ah the whistle. I believe it has been mentioned for others in the family, like Amy and Jessica.

Leslie's got quite a whistle, too. I believe the term is paint peeling. Everyone turned to look, which was the goal.

"Can you move your fucking cars please?" said Leslie. "This is bullshit and if you don't know that, you simply suck at your jobs."

Setting a tone there Leslie.

"Who the fuck are you and why am I even talking to a child?" said the lead cop dude.

"Because you are about to fuck up a deal for Lockheed Martin and I am the decision maker," said Leslie. "I'm the Minister of Defense."

"She's our Prime Minster," said Leslie, nodding at Chris.

"We're both Princesses," added Leslie.

"What about you?" sneered the dude at me.

"I'm the Minister of Fun," I said. "And you've never had fun like we have."

They weren't quite sure what to do with that.

The cop dude started laughing. Laughing at us.

You just don't do that.

One of the other cops walked up and said something to him quietly.

"Seriously?" said the big cop dude. "How in the fuck are these little girls even here?"

He turned to us.

"I need to speak to the pilots," he said. "Now!"

Yeah he shouted that.

Leslie and I did the only thing we could do.

We pointed at Chris.

Who just smiled.

"Who are the ferry pilots?" asked the Lockheed dude. We don't even know names. Although none are journal worthy anyway.

Seemed like the simplest answer was for Leslie and me to raise our hands.

"We're supposed to believe that you little girls can fly an F-16V," said the Lockheed dude.

Yeah we laughed. It was funny!

The dude spoke softly to him.

"Top Gun?" he said. "Twice!"

"Top 4?" he added. "All of them?"

"Bullshit," he said, finally.

"Fuck," said Chris. She looked at Leslie, who nodded. Chris pulled out her phone and made a call.

"Hi," she said.

Now, you're probably assuming Kyrsten. Nope.

Joe D.

"Joe, we've got a problem," said Chris. She spent a few minutes explaining the situation. At about the three-minute mark, another car sped up. More accurately, a Jeep. An Air Force jeep.

With a full Colonel. Who leaped out of the jeep, ran over to us, skidded to a stop, and came to attention.

Saluting the three of us.

Well, ain't that hilarious. Oh we tried, but for some reason we suck at saluting. Mostly because we think it is hilarious. We finished the salutes, such as they were, and he was still at attention. We kind of looked at each other and then you could see it hit Leslie. She turned to him.

"At ease," she said, and he came to what I think is called parade rest. Which made Leslie snort.

"Thank you for the pomp and circumstance," said Leslie. "But we don't do that shit, so can we just be regular human beings?"

This was before we realized some of us might not be human. Including me.

Weird.

While they argue about it, let's go on a little tangent.

The KC-46

Ah the KC-46. The tanker version of the 767, itself an ancient aircraft. The 767 entered service in 1982.

Before Bob and Amy were born.

Anyway.

Leslie wanted to buy a couple tankers. Her choice was the KC-10, based on the DC-10, which is no longer made and even older.

Then there is the KC-135. Which entered service in 1956.

So, the new KC-46. Except the camera issue. Leslie proposed bringing in our top computer scientist to look at the problem. As you can imagine, the US government and Boeing balked, but for different reasons. Remember, this was early, so few knew who we all were yet. The US didn't want the secrets revealed to a new country.

Boeing just didn't want to look stupid.

Hmm. Leslie vs. both the US and Boeing. I wonder who won?

Leslie was just as powerful then. She just didn't always know it yet. She used the power of the almighty dollar. She said she'd pull out of all future contracts and source outside the US.

For our toys. OK, she didn't say that quiet part out loud, thankfully.

I heard the conversation, because she put it on speaker. No video.

Somehow two girls don't scream competent in their world.

"It is simple," said Leslie, on the call. "Do you want our business? I have a deal on the table for three Y-20 planes. I can just sign that deal."

"No!" shouted the Boeing rep. "I mean no." He was a lot softer on the second one.

"We would not allow you to do that," said the US General on the call. OK, Leslie and I laughed.

"You wouldn't allow it," said Leslie. "And how would you do that?"

"We would take you to court," said the General.

"We're a different country," said Leslie. "Not sure we really give a shit about that. Hell, you're downright pushing me to the Y-20 just by being freaking arrogant. I don't like assholes."

She kind of does, but that's a totally different context, right?

"It's pretty simple," said Leslie. "Either the cameras work, or we don't buy the planes. You've jacked around for literally years. Let my expert at least look."

You could hear the exacerbated sigh. I'm not even sure which one it was.

"We'll allow it. At the Boeing site in Seattle," said the US dude. "Tomorrow. 9am."

I'm sure that was just being a jerk scheduling it that fast, but our choice of planes that would get us there are pretty broad.

"Let me give you the tail number of our aircraft," said Leslie. She rattled them off.

"We'll be there at 9," said Leslie. She hung up the phone.

We sure will.

"Let's hop over to Napa," said Leslie. "That will get us in the time zone, then we can shoot up tomorrow morning."

"OK," I said. So we did. In Leslie's F-61. Fully armed.

I am pretty sure she is making a point.

But then again, Napa. No wine for us though! Not because we're young. Fuck that. Because we're flying.

Now, fucking. There will be a lot of fucking.

Leslie, Rylee, and me. Ruby.

Fucking is implied.

We landed at lunchtime. Lucy and Lily had a huge buffet prepared. Mostly because everyone that worked in all the houses came over.

To welcome us.

Repeatedly.

This is also one of our most popular destinations and there were not as many destinations back then. The houses were all packed. We were going to have to share.

Apparently I am bunking with Lily and Lucy.

Seems like a win.

"I'm with Diego and Seth," said Rylee.

Also a win.

"Liam, Hank, and Jared," said Leslie.

I hope the three men survive.

But it is early, so we'll spend the afternoon wearing out all the cocks and then have a nice dinner and wear them out again.

I'm starting with Freja and her entire family.

All eight of them.

What a great time for them to visit Napa.

It was quite an afternoon. Rylee did take a half hour to hack their systems and download and fix their bug.

A half hour. Three years. Feels about right.

Off to Seattle

Rylee, here. I guess it is my time to narrate. We hopped into Leslie's F-61 and shot up to Seattle. It is not like it is a long flight. As we approached Boeing's airport, Leslie requested permission to land. To our surprise, it was quickly granted. Well, at least they expected us.

Then the shit hit the fan.

We were met at the plane by the same colonel.

"Dude," said Leslie. "It had to take you all day to travel from South Carolina. You should have come with us."

"Then you could have cum with us," said Ruby, with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. Oh, he figured it out. How do I know?

He is impressively hard.

"We spent the day at our house in Napa," added Leslie. "Mostly fucking."

And just left it there. I was impressed, though. The colonel just ignored it. Well played, Osborne.

Worthy of knowing his name now. OK, the shit that hit the proverbial fan was modest. Osborne was with a Boeing dude.

"You can't land an armed plane here," said the dude. Not name-worthy yet.

"I believe I just did," said Leslie.

"You'll have to leave," said the dude.

That's when I held up the USB thumb drive.

"You sure about that?" I said. "This holds the fix to the KC-46 camera problem. I fixed it yesterday."

Wow, he's pissed.

"You're angry I fixed it?" I said.

"That's just not possible," he said. "Clearly you don't have access to the source code."

I don't think he understood why we were all laughing.

Even Osborne has a smile on his face.

"I am confident that not only did she have access to the source code, but that she has a fix," he said. Liking him more and more.

That's when he winked at me. Hmm. Lots of ways to interpret that. The one I prefer is him getting naked with us.

"You're stationed in South Carolina?" I asked. A little tangent in a tangent.

"Yes," he said.

"Great," I said. "We can drop you off. No point in flying commercial."

His smile might be because he didn't have to travel cross-country in coach. It could be because he got to ride in an F-61.

I am hopeful it is because he gets to ride the three of us.

Repeatedly.

Hey, horny little thing and I was only 13.

A very fine thirteen. A very experienced thirteen.

Finally we went inside with the Boeing dude holding the flash drive. There was a group waiting for us. The lead member of the group is just dreamy.

He's a nerd. With a pocket protector and three pens. Of different colors.

Dreamy. Please don't take that as sarcasm. Nerds turn us on.

A lot.

"You're adorable, Wyeth," said Ruby. Well, let's just put it out there. The 11-year-old hits on the nerd. Who is now blushing and stammering.

Dreamy.

"Are you based here in Seattle, Wyeth?" asked Ruby.

"No, South Carolina," he said. "At the Lockheed plant."

Ruby gave him quite a smile, but it was Osborne that jumped in.

"Do you have room for him to fly back with us?" said Osborne. I recognize that look. Osborne finds Wyeth dreamy, too.

How great is that?

Given we were underage and the whole consulate thing wasn't that well established, we'll just leave it that we had a pleasant trip back to South Carolina.

Osborne and Wyeth arrived a bit disheveled.

Whee!

Now, that was a tangent

A tangent with close to a gangbang level of fucking with Rylee, Leslie, and me. Thirteen-year-old Leslie and Rylee. I was eleven.

Yeah, baby.

Back to picking up the F-16s. It didn't get better.

Somehow the folks in South Carolina, at Lockheed, didn't get the word that the Dionysus Minister of Defense was 13.

It went downhill from there.

"Well, we clearly cannot release aircraft to little girls," said the dude in charge. No names. They don't deserve it.

Little girls is going to come back to haunt him.

"Your company policy has a minimum age for the pilots?" asked Leslie.

"Of course not," he said, with some disdain.

"Then what qualities are required of a pilot from your buyer?" said Leslie.

Oh, she stressed the word buyer pretty hard.

"Clearly more experience than any of you could have!" he said.

"I won Top Gun at 11. I defended my title this year. She came in third," said Leslie. She pointed at me.

"She came in fourth," said Leslie, pointing at Chris.

"My brother came in second," added Leslie. "I think we can fly them."

The cop dude is looking at the Air Force dude, who is nodding.

At least someone knows who the fuck we are.

And then it all disappeared. Everyone went to their vehicle and drove away. OK, at the last minute the lead cop turned.

"Your plane is blocking an active runway," he said, with some disdain.

So I vaporized him.

OK, I didn't, but it was tempting. I vaporized his left sock. He didn't even realize it.

I wonder when he did. Did he assume he had forgotten that sock?

A girl wants to know.

Finally, we taxied over to the Lockheed part of the airport and came back down the exact same ramp. The dude in the suit was there.

He still doesn't deserve his name in the journal. Oh, we got our planes. He was just a dick and not in a way that we like dick.

Well, we do like dick.

The rest of the story is uneventful. We flew across the Atlantic. I might be a touch jealous of Chris. She got there in minutes.

And wore at least four cocks out before we got there.

Oh. She assures me it was more than four. Many more.

Good for her.

I laugh now thinking back. Now we'd just tow the F-16 planes into a C-80 or C-112 and be home in 15 minutes.

Our lives have changed just a bit.

Oh, I forgot to mention.

We just got an invitation to a wedding. Current time, not in the past.

Osborne and Wyeth.

Finally.

I'm going to award them Dionysus citizenship. It seems like a nice present.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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