26 November 2019

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Off to buy a farm

Just call me Farmer Sophia. Can you picture me in overalls? No shirt, of course. Lots of side boob and nipple peeks. Overall shorts, of course. Probably crotchless. Now you have the mental image.

I was working with Jeorg on new farming techniques. I'll come back to Jeorg. You'll like Jeorg. We all like Jeorg. I run a huge business that farms. We just happen to farm mostly grapes and weed. OK we branched out into hops and other ingredients for beer too. We make a crap ton of beer. So much for small IPAs.

Anyway, our plan was to follow Pari. She was opening schools and providing ion power for critical infrastructure including schools, hospitals, and more. She was changing the standard of living across wide swaths of the world.

Which meant we needed more food. Healthier food. Less emphasis on meat.

Except bacon. That has been a major step towards conciliatory talks. Every major religion has changed their current position on bacon. They recognized that it was because of a lack of refrigeration back in the day. Now they talk about pork and a good pork tenderloin sandwich is superb, but they really did it for bacon. I am sorry for the pig but damn, bacon.

We needed a test bed. Not for bacon. For a farm. That served plenty of bacon. We had done quite a bit of work on Vino, but the island was pretty damn full of, well, grapes and weed. I might be a little obsessed with bacon.

We wanted to experiment in the first world and were very concerned about conservation particularly in the US. Of course, Amy and Bob had a fondness for the US. We negotiated with large landowners to move quickly. The two largest private landowners in the US were John Malone and Ted Turner. 2.2 million acres and 2 million acres respectively.

I bought both of them out. We don't even try to hide ourselves anymore. In both their cases they knew we would be more active in conservation and public benefit than they were. Somehow I ended up owning 34.6% of the Formula One Group, which owns the F1 series. That was just too funny, so I sent Jason a note to pick up enough to take us over 50%. He might have gotten carried away, because he made an open offer and three large investors accepted. We ended up with 34.6%, 20.7%, 18.2%, and 13.6%. The first was the initial purchase. In total, we owned 87.1% plus a little more through small purchases.

We'll just say control. I gave it to Morgan since she at least knew what the hell she was doing, and she hired Leo to run it. Kid in the candy story Leo. More power to him. I'll tell that story later.

As landowners that was our first 4.2 million acres.

Then we snapped up numbers 3 through 10. A little pricey but we added another 8.8 million acres bringing us to around 13 million.

Roughly 20,000 square miles. Rhode Island, Delaware, Connecticut, Hawaii, and New Jersey are the five smallest states. We owned more land in the US.

Combined. Obviously we didn't own those states. It was all over and all types. Most of the land would become sanctuaries. Much of it was forest land or used to be. What had been cut we would replant. We had hundreds of thousands of acres we would plant to attract butterflies and bees. The world could not survive without them.

We need help and innovation. Jiera did research for me on the most advanced agriculture programs at US universities. Oh, Jiera. She was my lead assistant. I had a team now. Well we did since Morgan and I shared them. We learned from Mom and Dad how helpful they would be. We were frazzled enough. Jiera is from Lithuania. Palanga, Lithuania to be exact, which is a small seaside town on the Baltic. Jiera is also an incredibly beautiful 12-year-old girl. She's tall, maybe 5'6", model thin, and has nice B cup breasts. She could pass for 18, if not 21. Particularly if you, um, experienced her talents. Like Morgan and I often did. Grace and Orlando came over more often now too, but that was equally as likely to see Lukas, who is Jiera's older brother. Lukas is 13 years old, and even taller at about 5'9" with a swimmer's body, and an impressive 8-inch (20 cm) cock.

Before it gets hard. He has trouble hiding it in normal shorts or pants. Oh, and it is a little over 10 inches when hard. And thick. And uncut. And one hell of a big cummer. OK, it wasn't just Grace and Orlando that liked Lukas. He was always around. I think we had hired him. I guess I should ask.

I'm pretty sure Jiera's research on universities involved Google but that was OK. She narrowed it down to ten universities. Once this got rolling we would introduce programs in our schools but for now we liked to involve other schools. We will eventually include universities outside the US. The schools were:

• University of California - Davis
• Mississippi State University
• University of Illinois
• University of Massachusetts - Amherst
• University of Wisconsin - Madison
• University of Georgia
• Purdue University
• Iowa State University
• Montana State University
• University of Wyoming

Off to school(s)

Jiera here. I love working for the family. It is such an amazing job and I get to work with my brother. We are so close and work great as a team. That cock too. Hey, we are best friends and fuck buddies. We were off to a couple weeks' worth of meetings. Sophia was going to join the meetings with the best, but she encouraged us to go ahead and create the partnerships without her. She trusted us.

Us.

We were supposed to endow departments to the tune of $200 million per school but they had to remain quiet until we did them all. Bob encouraged us that if we really liked the school and did the deal, we should buy a house nearby.

He suggested the parameters. He didn't buy cheap houses.

Our first meeting was at Purdue University in Lafayette, Indiana. Obviously new to us but off we went. We had loaded a Navigator into an E-82. That's how we rolled unless the Navigator was flying. That saying worked better before the cars flew.

We landed in the parking lot of the student union. They were expecting us and had blocked off space. It startled people when we drifted down from the sky. We left the car in the plane and walked over to the agriculture building.

The department chair was expecting us and waved us into a small conference room. The meeting included the university president, to our surprise. Everyone treated us so well and there wasn't one mention of our age. They were engaged and intrigued. They put on a short presentation of current major projects and areas of innovation. What impressed us is that they brought in their students to do the presentations. They were a poised and professional group.

We loved them. We knew they were the first school but that didn't stop us. We were ready to work with them.

We knew Indiana was a great place from our research. Solid Midwesterners. A bit conservative. Pari was already here, building schools. Not one near Purdue yet, but she would if we asked. I had checked and she owns the Tippecanoe Mall. Tippy Canoo. Weird.

I was going to do our pitch. Lukas would do the next one. We didn't have a PowerPoint. Bob had banned it. Seriously. You could have Word and Excel but not PowerPoint. He thought it was a crutch.

It was the only major law after no smoking. That ban had become absolute. No tobacco. No PowerPoint.

Oops. Off track.

"First we would like to thank you for your hospitality. Your students are quite impressive and many of their projects align with our goals. We are interested in sustainable agriculture and will be working with a number of universities around the world. We have just begun our meetings and you are the first school with whom we have had meetings," I said. I could see their disappointment that this was going to be a drawn out process.

"However, we are prepared to make a significant donation. We would want to be active partners and would continue to invest as the technology rolled out that you develop. We would maintain a modest ownership. Our structure is 50% to the university, 25% to the students that developed the idea and 25% would be ours," I continued.

"Our students do not participate in ownership. What they develop here at the school is owned by us," said the president and he was clearly too proud of that.

"That is not how it would work with us," said Lukas. "If this is a showstopper, we can move on. We believe the students should benefit from their work."

The president started to speak but the department chair waved him down.

"We are open to discussion and we are confident we can work out the details," she said. Surprise, the woman in the room was more reasonable.

"Can you give us an idea of the range of investment? That would help us understand," she said.

"$200 million," I said. That set them back a bit. That's real money.

"Spread across how many universities?" she asked.

"Each. $200 million per school," I said. Yeah they just stared. What can I say?

"How many schools do you anticipate being involved? Would we be collaborating?" she asked. Good questions.

"We anticipate a large number. Our initial target is six in the US and thirty worldwide. To start," I said.

I could see the gears turning.

"That's $7.5 billion," said the President. "You have access to that amount? I'm not doubting you, but I am sure you understand the question." Lukas snorted and got a glare from me. He just smiled back.

"We have considerable resources," I said. I passed across our proposed contract with the school.

"Why don't you have your attorneys review this and get back to us?" I said.

"Over how many years is the investment spread?" asked the department chair.

"The figure was an annual amount," said Lukas. OK that staggered them a bit. One of the people at the table took the contract and ran out of the room. It was a very simple contract. While we were waiting we talked about real estate. We mentioned we were looking for a larger house in the area and asked if there were any recreation areas or lakes nearby.

"Monticello," said one of the people. "It's about 30 minutes and has two recreation lakes. Lake Shafer is a little more commercial and Lake Freeman is a little quieter. I would pick Freeman but either is nice. My sister lives in Monticello and is a realtor. Would you like to meet her?"

Since it was morning she arranged for a meeting at 2. 1400 for us but we knew how to convert. By the time we finished the woman came back with the contract.

"They filled in all the contact information and made and initialed what they said was a small change," she said handing it back to me. I read it and it wasn't a small change. It was a deal breaker. I actually laughed.

"Let me guess. They didn't think they'd get away with it but thought they would try," I said. She actually blushed. I showed it to the group.

"This isn't the way partners do business. One of your attorneys may have just killed a $200 million a year donation by being petty," I said. "We will give you the benefit of the doubt if you get your chief counsel in here to discuss it. Otherwise, it was nice to meet you and we won't be needing the realtor. Have them bring the attorney that pulled the stunt." The young woman blushed again. Great.

The president left and came back in with a human stereotype. Tall, handsome, well-dressed, and arrogant. So unlike everyone else we had met. He was condescending and made snide comments about our age.

Lukas and I got up together.

"Thank you for your time," I said. "I am disappointed for your students that we will not be working together."

Blustery dude got suddenly quiet. I think he realized his blunder. He knew the dollars involved. The President turned to him.

"John you're fired. Your behavior does not represent the values of this university. We negotiate honestly and fairly, and we treat people with respect. You failed," he said. John slunk out of the room.

"Thank you so much for coming to visit us. We really do see great value in working together and it would be amazing for the students. I myself was a bit arrogant about the financials and I apologize. We would love a second chance and are happy to sign the contract without change. We are also open to a much shorter time frame to prove ourselves," he said.

Well I can accept a good apology. I handed him a fresh contract. He filled in the needed blanks and signed it. He passed it back and I signed it too. Not a word about my signing. That was encouraging.

"Please remember the confidentiality clause. We will announce all the partnerships together," I said. "We would love to see a bit of the campus. Perhaps we could have lunch at the student union? Our treat."

I think someone was going to mention some place nicer, but they managed to hold themselves. We really liked to be part of the student experience, so the union it was. We all walked over, and it took us past our plane. Everyone looked at it and looked at us.

All we could do was shrug. There was a crowd around it, and we heard snippets.

Freaking space plane
Two little kids
A Star Wars plane

We did have a fun life. After lunch we left the plane and drove over to Monticello. It wasn't a bad drive but could be in the winter. I guess we would fly in the winter. In our SUV. We pulled into the realtor's office and a young woman walked out as we got out. Holy shit she was attractive in a Midwestern way. She was in shorts and a polo and nice flip flops. Perfect. She looked perfect. Probably 5'5", healthy but not fat, medium blonde hair, and what looked like nice D cups pushing out that polo. I doubted we'd experience more, but one can hope.

"You must be Jiera and Lukas," she said. "My name is Marsha. I understand you are looking for a place on the lake." She led us inside and into a conference room. She had a laptop connected to a large TV and showed us a few listings. I don't think she quite understood what we wanted.

"I think we may be a bit off on what we are looking for," said Lukas. "While I am sure these are nice we are looking for something much, much larger. Even undeveloped land on the water. We are open to buying multiple contiguous homes and rebuilding."

"I see. Now that would be quite expensive. May I ask your budget?" said Marsha. She was treating us well given our ages so that was a win.

"We really are not constrained by budget. We are open to overpaying to accomplish our goal," I said.

"What about hotels?" I asked. "We would consider that."

"There are a whole series of small places along the lake by Indiana Beach. We would be interested in putting a package together to buy them all," said Lukas. "Even if they are not currently for sale. Perhaps you could arrange a meeting?" Lukas was ahead of me on this idea and had clearly done some research. Since lunch. Well I did drive from Lafayette. On roads.

"All of them," she choked out. "Yes, I know the owners well. I am sure I could arrange that meeting for this evening."

"Perfect," said Lukas. "Text us when you have made the arrangements. We have another commitment so will meet you there. The earlier the better."

Lukas was on to something, so I followed him out. We got into our truck and drove off. I knew we didn't have any other meetings.

"Drive us over to Indiana Beach. I want to walk around," he said. "I'm feeling something here. It is owned by a small PE backed firm that owns a collection of weird little amusement parks. I texted Sophia that I had a feeling and she told me to go with my gut. If we can roll up the little resorts, she will buy Apex which owns Indiana Beach. We could make it all family friendly but also have a small Gamma."

"Gamma in Indiana?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. We kept discussing it until we got to Indiana Beach. We bought tickets which was a little hassle because they wanted our parents. Finally, they let us in when I produced plenty of cash for the tickets. All green. Why is all the money the same color? We spent an entirely silly afternoon riding the rides and having a great time. It was a fun little place. I could see the potential too. We rode the roller coasters, including the newer Steel Hawg and Tig'rr and the older wooden coasters called the Cornball Express and Hoosier Hurricane. We even did something we rarely did.

We acted like kids our age. We met a bunch of other kids and hung out with their group. We even bought them snacks and drinks and pumped them for information. Great kids and smart and it made me disappointed for their educational system. We couldn't fix the world but were trying. We learned a lot about the town and about year around kids and summer kids and vacation kids. This group was a mix of new friends. About a third of them were staying in places we might own soon.

We are weird. We actually had to work hard at being kids like them. I was glad they didn't see the space plane. Oops. We needed to go get our plane. I texted the university president and he said it was fine to leave it overnight. Now we needed a hotel. I guess we could get our plane because the only places I could find were back in Lafayette. I made a quick reservation at the Residence Inn in Lafayette. We could load the key on our phone and bypass the desk. It was the standard trick of Dionysus kids. That's why we had to go back. No small hotel would ever give us a key. Until we bought it, I suppose.

It would be a late night since our meeting was at 1900. 7 PM. We decided to go get our plane now then we could fly back after the meeting. The meeting was at the realtor's office. We drove back, replaced the truck, and flew back. We ran out of time so no dinner yet. We landed down the street in the Walmart parking lot and walked over. We didn't want to set the space plane tone.

It was going to freak them enough that we were kids. We were armed with as much information as the real estate team at home could gather and it was voluminous and beautifully summarized. They had ferried it over and dropped it in our plane. I'm sure the second space plane floating down on to campus didn't surprise anyone. Right?

For each property there was a large folder with an offer sheet and a contract. We were willing to close all the deals at well over market value if they were all in. One holdout killed it all. We weren't being rude, but we wanted a big space and somebody else's hotel in the middle didn't work.

We walked in and Lukas had the packets. There was an entire group which was unsurprising given there are 12 properties we wanted to buy. We decided Lukas might be better accepted so he would start. He is young too, but he is a guy. This is the American Midwest after all. He's also big, strong, and sexy. Well, he is.

"Good evening. My name is Lukas," he said. "This is my colleague Jiera. To address the elephant in the room, yes, we are quite young. We also represent the kingdom of Dionysus. We are confident you are aware that people of our age move at a different pace than in many societies. Before I start does anyone have questions about us?"

No one asked a question but seemed open to listening to us. That was good. I am also pretty sure I heard a few quiet moans.

"OK then I will continue," said Lukas. "This morning, we negotiated an arrangement with Purdue for a large joint development project. We would appreciate your confidentiality since that will not be announced for quite a while. That project is the reason for this meeting. Different members of the extended royal family will be actively involved. We have been tasked with purchasing local interests that would allow them to be guaranteed access to accommodations. You'll see the packets that we placed on the table. These were prepared by our real estate group. They include appraisals of your properties that we believe are fair and edge towards generous. If, and this is critical, every one of you agrees to accept an offer, we are prepared to triple the appraisal in a cash deal. If you can be decisive, and make the decision tonight, the funds will be wired before lunchtime tomorrow. We realize that you have existing reservations. We will honor them through the fall but stop taking new reservations. We would need you to stay on until the reservations ended. If you have reservations past the fall, we will pay to ensure they have an appropriate alternative.

"We realize this is a big ask. You do not have to decide tonight. You are free to take the offer and review it and we can meet back here in two nights. However, for those that are comfortable committing tonight we can up the three times to four times appraisal."

There was quite a buzz going on. One woman raised her hand.

"Can we see the packets and then ask questions?" she asked.

"Of course," I said. "We are also happy to step out for you to discuss it privately."

"Why don't we take a look first," said one of the men. "We are familiar with Dionysus and your reputation for honesty in business dealings. I can't speak for the others, but I trust you. I also know what I think our property is worth."

I passed out the packets. The contract was the standard Indiana real estate contract. We were waving inspections. Honestly if we had to tear everything down so be it. We might anyway.

We waited patiently and they all reviewed their information. It wasn't complex so it didn't take long. The first woman asked the first question.

"I'm going to just speak freely because I suspect our situation is common with this group," she said. "We think our property, at the absolute highest, is worth around $600K and that's being generous. You've valued it at $1.1 million. Am I correct that if we sign tonight and everyone signs in the next 48 hours, you'll pay us $4.4 million?"

"Yes," I said. "You'll see your contracts are already signed by Queen Amy, contingent on everyone selling."

She turned to the group.

"Are all your deals just as favorable?" she asked. Everyone agreed they were. "Anyone unwilling to sell at these prices?"

"Are you kidding?" said another woman. "We could work until we died at our jobs and never make this much. We are signing."

Which is how we had 100% participation in an hour.

"We will have all the money in an escrow account by the time the banks open. We've been advised that First Merchants is the bank of choice. The bank will arrange to pay off any outstanding mortgages and deposit the remaining funds in an account in the current owner's names. All of that should be done by lunch," I said.

"We would like to invite all of you to lunch tomorrow at the Sportsman Inn. We've reserved a large private room. Entirely optional but consider it a small thank you," said Lukas. Oh, brother Lukas was busy and prepared.

There was a little laughter in the room.

"You've thanked us all pretty well," said the first woman. "But we will be there. We are retired. We don't have anything better to do. Oh, that's not fair. We all realize we are helping through the end of the season at generous pay. Then we are headed south."

With that we broke up. We were exhausted and out of whack on time zones. Several people walked in our direction and when we got to the Walmart they just stared. Apparently space planes at the Walmart was unusual. Who knew? I wonder why Sophia or Ruby hadn't bought Walmart yet. Not this one. All of them.

We flew off and landed at the back of the Residence Inn parking lot. We found our room and went in and almost immediately passed out.

What an interesting day and we had only been to one school!

Back to the beach

We woke up early, due to the time change. Oh, Jiera now. You've read a dozen entries like this where people filled time. Well, we did too, although we saved Lukas a bit. He spent a solid hour giving me pleasure, from passionate kisses, to nipple play, to some of the best oral ever. I had to put a pillow over my face good. His cock had to hurt it was so hard. We talked through it and he knew he only wanted to use one cum right now. He decided that even if it was only a couple strokes, he wanted to fuck me, then clean me out.

How could I complain about that? We went back to the first time we ever made love. He was 8 and I was 7. I was on top, facing him. It was our go-to position when we just needed each other. I gave him credit. He held off until I came again, then just exploded in me.

Then there was a knock on the door. Lukas peered through the eye hole, but we heard Marsha too.

"Don't mind me," she said. "I just brought some breakfast treats to thank you. Just come as you are, don't get dressed up fancy for me." She said all this through the door. Lukas looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I laughed and tossed him a pair of shorts. I pulled on panties and nothing else. On the edge, but not completely over it. I was sitting in the bed with the covers just up to my knees, so she would see my breasts and that I was just in panties. That was as far as we would push. Lukas opened the door. He was just in gym shorts and looked good. She really stared and drank him in. Then she looked at me and that was when her nipples popped in her romper. Yes, she was wearing a thin, too small, romper. We liked that.

She came in shut the door and locked it.

"Oh good, I don't think I misread you. You're a friendly family," said Marsha. She walked right up to Lukas and used her finger and wiped it across his cheek. Then she stuck it in her mouth and sucked.

"Yum," she said. I guess he had a little cum and some of my juices on his face. She walked over to the bed and put her hand on my stomach and then waited to see if I would react. Oh, I was letting this run. She slid her hand down my stomach and into my panties. I didn't even jump when she slid a finger in me. She pulled it out and sucked on it.

"Oh my," she said. "You need to be properly cleaned out, don't you?" With that, she dropped the romper and she was even more beautiful than I expected. Smooth skin, beautiful shape, incredible, firm D cup breasts. She pulled down the covers and pulled off my panties. She climbed into the bed and pulled my lips apart and just gazed at me for the longest time.

Then she began to lick and suck. She was good at it. Very good at it. I could see all of her and she did the butt wiggle, but Lukas clearly wasn't sure. She stopped licking me and looked back at him.

"That wiggle was consent," she said. "I know we have to be discrete, but please fuck me and cum inside me. I'm looking forward to you both cleaning me out." And yes, she emphasized both.

"A fast, hard fuck please," she said. Well she did say please. I flipped around under them. You know how it works. She liked it. She liked it a lot. For his second cum, Lukas filled her up quite well. Damn she has nice breasts. Sorry, but she does. Lukas cheated and his last bit of cum was on those breasts.

After all, we did promise cleanup. I almost attacked her nipples and Lukas did the same to her slit, then her clit. The explosion was heard around the world. Lukas was hard again but she held up her hand.

"Happy to let you use that on me but if you're interested, I could invite my husband over and even my 16-year-old sister, if you'd like," said Marsha.

We would like. That's how we met JB, her husband, who really is a farmer. Apparently a farmer who throws a lot of bales shirtless. Oh no. He's doing it in the nude. What a nice tan. What a nice, thick 7-inch (18 cm) cock. Oh good. We also met Marsha's 16-year-old sister. Holy shit. Wherever JB was working, so was Janie because her tan was equally as all over. As in all over a sexy 5'4" girl with sun-bleached blonde hair and incredible B cup breasts with big puffy nipples.

Given they had been in the room less than 20 seconds and they were already naked gave us a hint that they might be onboard. Oh. Janie just took JB in her mouth. She popped off quickly.

"Just getting him ready. He already had his first cum of the day," said Janie. When she stood, the movement caused her to leak a steady stream of cum down both legs. Lukas saw it when I did and took her hand and led her to the bed. That's how the other three of us ended up watching Lukas go down on Janie. Oh, she was bucking. I took Marsha and JB's hands and pulled them over to the other side of the king bed. I hadn't thought when we opened the door earlier that there was just one bed. We might have shown our hand then.

I arranged Marsha on the bed, upside down. You know how this goes. I ended up in the slowest, sexiest fuck I'd had in a long time, with Marsha licking us both. Every time that JB stopped, to slow down his own cum, Marsha latched on to my clit and sucked. Hard. After the fifth or six time I think my bucking affected JB, because he quickly pulled out and coated Marsha's face and chest and just drenched my pussy. He somehow got cum on my breasts too. I rolled and Marsha spun around, which left all three girls side by side. Clearly Lukas had cum all over Janie. Face to pussy. Well done bro.

Gosh, only two men to clean up. They didn't seem to mind. The kissing got passionate, including JB and Lukas. Oh, they are fun. Oh no, both Lukas and JB also ended up covered in cum. Who can help? Who!

There was a lot of licking going on. Lukas and JB weren't done though. They had one for each of us. Then they had one for each other. Somehow all five of us fell asleep in the bed. I'm pretty sure Lukas fell asleep just buried in JB's ass.

We all woke up together. The shower was small, so took quick showers and all dropped back onto the bed a little damp.

"Round 2?" asked Janie.

That was all it took. And it was spectacular.

Send them to work with a school...

And they end up in bed with a local couple and the sister. Why again didn't I go on this trip? Oh yes, the Midwest. Nothing is going to happen in the Midwest. You haven't even read Jiera's story about congratulating all the students that presented. I'll let her tell that later. Sorry, Sophia here.

I was actually back in the lab, meeting with Jeorg. Jeorg is a world-class farming scientist. He is Jiera's older cousin and one hell of a hunk. He is also 15 years old.

Still a skilled hunk. I guess I did get to have some fun on this project. After the meeting. Which would you rather hear about? The spectacular advancement in farming or Joerg and my time in bed with Clayten. We both kind of liked Clayten. He's still so shy, but with encouragement overcomes it through sex.

We're teachers. Sure, we'll go with that. Joerg and I both like a nice cock. Clayten has a very nice cock. I am partial to Clayten and DP.

Sometimes I'm wearing a strap-on and it is Jeorg in the DP. Oh no, will we both fit in there? Yes, we will, with persistence.

Today, though, it was a little more mundane, at first. I was in the mood for authentic Italian at a little place I knew outside Venice, pre-Bob. I had a life before Bob! Not much of one, but I did know a nice little restaurant. So Jeorg, Clayten, Morgan, and I were going to dinner. I loved the story about the couple and the sister, so I added a sister. Clayten's sister Mira. Mira with her newfound puffies.

Clayten and Mira were eventually going to find a third. They're soul mates. We all know it.

Anyway, off to Venice in Morgan's plane. The villa at the winery was surprisingly full. Oh no, we could only reserve one room with a big bed.

The horrors.

I quickly took over the restaurant for an early dinner, which was the only time I could get reservations for thirteen. I laughed, because they were willing to cancel all the reservations for us. No, thank you, I don't want you to do that.

Did I not mention I bought the place? Now it is pretty busy. I think it might be the wine tastings from our global wineries. Or the beer tastings.

They're tasting something. In our case, our group is tasting me.

And I taste good.

Bob has an idea!

I had an epiphany on the beach today and it worked out well. Pretty darn well.

We had a great day.

Amy and I were at the beach with our six youngest. Bill and Jessica, Colby and Nylah, Luke and Cassie. Yeah, yeah, Cassie is not technically our child. Yet.

Sophia is, right?

Don't forget Grace, Noah, Hunter, and Hallie. Yeah, they have parents, but we're their other parents.

Anyway.

I was doing something I just love to do. I was people watching. Let's face it, we had all ages, body types, colors, and more at our beach. Remember, we love everyone. Oh, I do have to go on a tangent briefly. Not our family, but a fun story I read in the Dionysus paper. Maybe you read about it. If so, just skip this.

You see there was once a new resident in Robertville. Names aren't important. He is in his fifties, so a little older, but not old. He is out of shape and heavy. He's nice to the neighbors and loves to bake and share along the block. The kids got to know him, and everyone is comfortable, so he starts teaching them all how to bake. There will be a dozen kids in his kitchen and, yes, most were probably naked but that's not this story.

Hey, it was in the paper, OK? Well, it was our paper. The picture of his kitchen showed all the naked kids, but that's just a news story.

So anyway, as I ramble away... One day the smallest of little girls made a comment to him, while they were waiting for the cake to cool.

"Would you like to walk around the block with me while they cool?" she asked. Just innocently. Not wanting to disappoint the girl, he agreed. She took his hand and they went for a walk. A long walk. Not in distance. Just around the block.

But it took a lot out of him.

The next day it rained, but this little girl was at his door. A walk was out, so she suggested a swim.

He had never been in his swimming pool. She walked right past him into his house and headed towards his indoor pool. She was already naked, and she stood by the pool waiting for him. He was embarrassed, but she waited him out. He finally stripped to his boxers and was clearly embarrassed. The little girl took his hand and led him down the steps into the pool. All they did that day was walk around the shallow end, but it was better for his knees.

From that day forward, they took a walk in the pool. On nice days, outdoors, on ugly days indoors.

At the end of the second week, she took him into the bathroom and pointed at the scale. Embarrassed again, he got on the scale. Somehow she had a clipboard and she wrote down his weight. He noticed there was a column for how long they walked, and the times varied.

Then next day he pushed for their longest time ever. The day after he added a minute.

And he started losing weight. This had gone on the months now. The girl had a birthday and they baked a cake, but he only had a small slice.

I'll cut to the end of the story, or this part of the story. They established a goal weight and set the goal date as her next birthday. He didn't think anything about it. They added weight training and Zumba. He knees were so much better. The walking in the pool turned into laps in the pool.

The day before her birthday he competed in his first 5K.

For her birthday, she had invited him over to dinner with her family. You wouldn't have recognized him. He stood 6'2" and weighed only 185 pounds and most of it was muscle. He had a trimmed beard and a hearty laugh. They had a nice dinner, with her parents and brother, who they clearly all knew well. After dinner, the girl got up and took his hand and led him into the living room. She pointed at him and at the lounge. You can imagine his startled look.

You see this was her second birthday since they had been working out together.

It was her ninth birthday.

She wanted him to be her first.

So, what happened next? Did they marry?

Of course not.

Yet.

They're the co-leads of a youth led exercise program nationwide now. They do one-on-one pairing of people to work out together. Usually it is a kid leading an out of shape older person, but not always. Sometimes it is two kids, or two adults. The system matches you, based on a number of factors, including geography. On the same block is preferred.

The program is a huge win.

I just love that story. He lost 127 pounds. He gained back his life, all because of a caring young woman.

That is our country.

Back to the beach

Let's start over. I do love that story. People helping people. My epiphany at the beach was that a few of the people had tan lines. No one that has been here very long has a well-defined tan line. Maybe a little, because we occasionally wear clothes. OK, rarely, but sometimes.

But if you have real swimsuit tan lines, you're new. This is the resident beach on Eros, so not Gamma members.

I had to test my theory. About fifty feet away were a small family. It looked like Mom, Dad, a teenage son, and a preteen, or very early teen, girl. All were naked, which is pretty normal, but all were clearly outdoors people from someplace that you were not regularly naked.

In other words, anywhere but Dionysus. Before I did anything, I warned Elias that there might be a lot of people for dinner and I'd text him with people as I invited them.

I had a plan. Admittedly dinner was in a few hours, but we didn't just show up, right? Progress.

It turned out the family had moved here from Boulder, Colorado. They were outdoorsy, but preferred the beach to the mountains, so were in the wrong place in Boulder. Kelsey and Jensen are the parents. The boy is Dillon who is 15. The girl is 12-year-old Ireland. I know this because I walked over and introduced myself. They're really new, as in moved here yesterday. As in, some guy named Bob didn't connect to my, um, role. My kingliness.

My theory had one data point.

I had just introduced myself as Bob and welcomed them to Amyville. I shared my theory, which made them all laugh but turned out to be true. Just then Amy walked over and put her arm around me.

"Hi, I'm Amy," she said. That's when Ireland gasped.

"Bob and Amy?" said Ireland. "On our first fucking day."

"Was that an invitation?" I said, smiling.

"People want to know," said Amy.

"Any time, any place," said Ireland.

"Ireland," barked Kelsey.

"I don't mean to intrude on parenting, but you're new, so I'm going to just share more about living here," said Amy. "What she did was entirely appropriate. Sex here isn't taboo, in any way. If you interested in someone, ask. They'll say yes, no, or not now. Those last two are not the same, so if you get not now, follow it up."

Then Amy pointed over to our towel, where Cassie was just bouncing up and down.

Oh, not on Luke.

On Amai.

"That's our son's girlfriend bouncing away on our friend Amai," said Amy. Then she laughed.

"And that's our daughter Nylah giving a blowjob to her twin brother Colby. Now Colby is blowing his older brother Luke, who is Cassie's soulmate," said Amy.

That's when the lightbulb went on for Kelsey.

"Oh God," she said. "I'm so embarrassed."

"I can't imagine why," I said.

"I didn't recognize the king and queen!" said Kelsey.

"Huh," said Jensen and Dillon together.

Then Jensen quickly said "jinx", which meant we all waited a moment while Jensen and Dillon kissed.

Well, hard cocks all around.

Well it was sexy. Oh, I invited them to dinner, which freaked them out a bit, but Luke and Cassie had walked over, and Cassie kind of insisted.

Cassie does that.

"How old are you Cassie?" asked Ireland.

"Ireland!" said Kelsey. Again.

"Again, not my place, but still an OK question. Literally every question is an OK question. Everybody knows they can politely answer that they would prefer not to share."

"But no one does that," said Cassie. "I'm 12."

Ireland turned and looked at Luke, who laughed.

"I'm 8," said Luke.

"And you two are dating," asked Kelsey, who seemed to be getting in the spirit. Luke and Cassie both laughed.

"I suppose," said Cassie, holding up her left hand.

Her engagement ring is quite nice.

"You're OK that your 8-year-old boy is engaged?" asked Kelsey. I admit, Amy and I laughed.

"We don't understand why it took them so long," said Amy.

Just then, more family arrived. Specifically, Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie.

Well if Luke and Cassie messed with their head...

"Hi," said Leslie. "I'm Leslie, and this is my husband Hunter and wife Hallie." I laughed, because Ireland looked at her mom before asking the obvious.

Except she didn't.

"Sure, sure," said Ireland. "Your husband and wife. Who appear to be twins. Hey Mom, still worried about me dating?"

I appreciated that Kelsey blushed and then laughed.

"We're still getting our arms around Dionysus culture," said Kelsey. Which was when Amy plopped down next to her.

"It is confusing and I'm sure you have tons of questions," said Amy. "Ask away. We'll answer anything."

Kelsey just nodded at Ireland. Ireland is a force. We like Ireland. I might have been expressing that a little too visibly.

"Did I do that?" she said, in a fake whiny voice, pointing at my hard cock.

"Yes," I said. "All of you did."

"Will you fuck me?" asked Ireland. "Please."

"Well, I love it when you're direct, but you know the rules, or you wouldn't live here. You're 12, so you're of age, but you're of an age that requires parental permission.

"So, Luke had your permission before tapping the babe?" said Dillon.

"Yes, but that is not an appropriate way to ask," said Amy. "It's just not, even if you intended it as a joke. We treat everyone with respect, especially the babes." Amy smiled, but he got the point and apologized.

"It's OK," said Cassie, who walked up just as he said it. "I am a babe." Then she struck a pose.

She is, by every possible definition, a babe.

"Want to fuck me?" asked Cassie, of Dillon. "Or maybe you want to fuck Luke. Maybe the middle of a train."

"Yes," said Dillon.

"Really?" asked Ireland. "Do you like getting fucked in the ass?"

"Yes," said Dillon. "But a train is more fun. Dad, why don't you let Bob fuck you while you fuck Ireland."

Jensen looked shocked.

"OK, let's stop and use this as a teaching moment," said Amy. We realized two other families had drifted over. All newcomers.

Want to know how I knew? Amy waved them over.

"Perfect timing," said Amy. "We're doing a little orientation. Sit down. I'm Amy."

We did the introductions. The family on the left was from Oslo. Not much tan at all. They'd been here two weeks. Gala and Galt are the parents and damn they're fine. Their kids were 16-year-old Bodil, who was a hottie and a half. His sister is 9-year-old Gunda and their youngest is 7-year-old Ottar.

Nylah, um, finished with Colby and ran over. They each took Ottar's hand and started to lead him away. Then Nylah turned.

"Does he have your permission, under our rules?" asked Nylah.

"Oh yeah," answered Gunda. "And he's damn good at it." Galt and Gala just nodded.

Which left the third family. Parents Palak and Komol, from Delhi. Just one son, Madhu. Madhu is 9. I didn't believe it at first. His 7-inch (18 cm) thick cock didn't scream 9.

"Did I understand you were 9?" asked Amy and he eagerly nodded. "Know how to use that?"

Both Palak and Komol moaned. Yes, we laughed. Yes, we took that as yes.

Which is how we found ourselves watching Madhu just pound Amy.

Then Gunda slid underneath.

Which seemed like the perfect time for the golden arches. Gunda and me, with Amy licking away.

It turned into quite an orientation. It was already late in the afternoon, so we did what we do.

We invited them to dinner.

"Oh, we couldn't," said Gala.

"Just couldn't," said Palak.

I think Kelsey and Jensen wanted to jump in too but were too shocked by it all. Not the sex. They liked the sex.

The whole royalty thing.

Good grief. Amy set the tone by laughing, and Cassie joined in. The fact that Cassie had cum in her hair and a little on her chin made it a particularly poignant laugh.

Madhu gets credit though for lightening the mood.

When he licked it off her chin and kissed it to Luke.

"We get it. We really do," I said. "We don't quite understand it, but we get it. We're just a family from Florida that got lucky. We're trying to help in the world where we can, but the tradeoff is that wonderful people like all of you find us intimidating. That makes us sad. So, if you don't want to come or feel like you'd be uncomfortable, then decline. We're fine with that and understand. This is just dinner and a fun evening for us. We like people and it is a rare night that we don't invite some new friends to dinner with some old friends. It won't just be our family."

Luke snorted.

We all looked at him. He laughed.

"He's right but in a different way than he means and the four of us know it better than anyone," said Luke, waving his hand to include Cassie, Nylah, and Colby. "They saved our lives. I'll tell the story at dinner, but only at dinner." He ended with a big grin.

To no surprise, it was the kids that forced the issue.

"But what do we wear?" asked Kelsey.

"Usually nothing," said Nylah. "It can get a little wild." Kelsey was just staring at Nylah. Nylah is perfect. She really is. If you wanted a picture for an anatomy textbook for someone their age, Nylah and Colby are who you would choose. Perfectly formed humans.

"Can I fuck you?" asked Madhu.

"Not yet," said Nylah and Colby together. Nylah shouted "jinx" first and Colby leaned in.

"Hold that thought," said Nylah and Colby laughed and pulled back.

"The wording of my answer was important," said Nylah. "I didn't say no, I said not yet. I'm 6. I'm too young. I'll blow you and so will Colby. We can do damn near anything except that and damn near anything includes a lot."

Which led to the entire group moaning.

"Oh, and jinx win needs to be paid," said Nylah. She pushed Colby onto his back and laid right down on him. She had to spread her legs, because he was hard as a rock. A smaller rock, but still. His cock nestled between her legs, right against her clit.

That must have felt nice. They really went at it, but sensually. They were kissing passionately, and Nylah was moving so Colby's cock was rubbing on her clit. Back and forth.

Finally, they both just exploded. Nothing came out, of course, but Nylah collapsed on Colby.

"Wow," said Madhu. "Can I do that?"

Well this was going to be interesting. A lot of us yelled yes.

Ottar got jinx out first. You go little guy.

"Why don't we hold payback until we get home," said Colby. "Trust me it will be a lot more fun for us all."

"But those people didn't say jinx," said Ottar. I loved a rule follower in a sex game.

"No," said Nylah. "But they're willing to pretend they did. I hadn't noticed, but Kelsey had been gently stroking Jensen. I'm not sure why, but that pushed him over and he was aimed, well, at the crowd.

Cum went everywhere.

We were delayed slightly.

We love new families

The three other families had all taken a JetsonCar to the beach. Most people did, so we didn't have to deal with too much parking. We also had on-demand buses, so that's what we called.

"We drove," said Colby, pointing to Nylah, Cassie, and Luke. "We'll take Ottar."

"What about me?" asked Gunda

"And me," added Madhu.

"What did you drive dear?" asked Amy.

"We'll fit," said Nylah. "We're in a Q8. It will be tight, but we'll manage. How about we take out the 475 tonight?"

"Great idea," I said. "But quite a few people are coming, so we'll take the 689."

Nylah raised her eyebrows.

"That's a lot of people," laughed Nylah.

"Everyone likes new friends," said Amy.

Well, we do.

The kids all ran and rolled up our towels and stuff just as a pretty diamond white Q8 floated down and settled into the spot they'd just cleared. The bus arrived too, but it hovers over the sand, so no worries there.

We realized everyone was staring. Amy laughed again.

"In the JetsonCar app, you can request a small bus. It's great for a pub crawl, because you can schedule it for the whole evening," said Amy.

"Sure, sure, a pub crawl, the whole evening," said Kelsey, to great laughter from us all.

Amy stood and reached down and pulled Kelsey up.

"You'll get used to it," said Amy. Then Amy leaned in for a kiss. It got pretty heated and we all watched while Amy brought Kelsey off with her fingers.

We like to watch.

Kelsey went off and managed to just cover Ireland with her squirt. Ireland started laughing.

"Mom!" said Ireland. "I've never seen you squirt."

"I never have," she said, softly, and then leaned in for another light kiss from Amy.

"Yes, we'll come, and I'll answer for all of us, even those that I just met. We're new and we don't know what we're doing but we love it and we'll come," said Kelsey.

"Oh, you'll cum," added Jessica, to everyone's laughter.

The youngest kids started to get organized in the Q8. Of all the things, that seemed to be bothering our new friends the most. Leslie noticed.

"I see them driving bothers you," said Leslie. "Have you all been through driver's ed yet?" They all shook their heads no and Leslie smiled.

"Got any plans on Saturday?" asked Leslie. They all looked a little confused but acknowledged that they didn't. I knew where she was going.

"Well you do now," said Leslie. "I'll send all the details, but we'll meet on Aether at 0900 from driver's training."

"You can train all six of us?" asked Palak and this time it was Hallie that snorted and then laughed. She picked up the explanation.

"Yes, but that's not what she meant," said Hallie. She made sure to count all the newcomers. "She meant for all twelve of you."

Yeah, more of those looks. We really do need newcomer orientation.

"Let's talk about it over dinner," said Cassie, which seemed like a good idea.

So off we went, and it was Jessica driving.

I think she was making a point.

We'll pick this up at the other end.

It's never fucking easy

Chris here. This still sucks. We're making progress on a number of issues that are important to Kyrsten and dammit yes I'm using the present tense not the past tense for Kyrsten. I'm not fucking giving up.

I am cursing a lot. Presidents do that, I hope.

Today I am dealing with a little coup. Yep. The Secretary of Treasury, a doofus former banker, was petitioning the Supreme Court to overturn their decision to approve me.

Guess who was next in line after me. Just guess. I called in the Attorney General to discuss the defense. It was their job to take the government's position and defend my interests.

Yeah she didn't want to do that. She agreed with the doofus.

Well now. She was digging her heels in and all I could think about was wondering how she could afford those heels. It smelled. I called Sheila and had her look into it. It was nice having Sheila. Someone I could trust.

She also did an excellent job leaking the illicit relationship between the two. Oops. They were both married to someone else. Amazingly, it actually caused a scandal. Probably because they were both women. Ah, the US. It was a little crazy, given in our world the women could have fucked up a storm and their husbands would have joined in.

Now I had two cabinet level positions to fill. That's the last thing I needed. I called in the entire cabinet to discuss the situation. At least in a group setting, they supported me.

I suspect not all really did. I offered them the opportunity to resign, if they felt uncomfortable. I even offered them the opportunity to recuse themselves until Kyrsten was found. It's harsh, but if she never was, it was good that they self-identified that they should be gone. No one took me up on either offer. In fact, the Secretary of State asked if he could speak. Yes, there were some men in leadership.

Did I mention it was Joe D?

Somebody had to take my job when I moved up and I trust Joe.

"Miss President," said Joe. "I cannot even imagine the stress you are managing. I want to assure you that I am here to support you during this time of crisis, no matter the length of the time required. I cannot speak for others, but I have known you for a good portion of your life, and I have never met a more selfless person that wants to do the right thing. Now I am not expressing my loyalty to you but to our country and to the world. I am here to work with you not conspire against you."

Well thanks Joe. That was nice. Even nicer was the applause. The entire cabinet was clapping. I really felt like I had their support.

Which is good. I'm fucking 15. Pretty far removed from the sexy boat salesgirl. Except the sexy part. And the girl part.

That problem down, we needed a new Attorney General and a new Secretary of Treasury. I would put a team together to vet people for the position. I knew the experience I needed but wanted a combination of knowledge, experience, and fresh ideas. Mostly I wanted people that would tell me when I was fucking up. Blunt. I liked, no needed, blunt. Right or wrong, I was in this job and I was doing my best, but there were days I felt .

Couldn't I just got to prom somewhere?

OK, I'm going on a tangent here. I didn't mean to, but my prom reference even makes me laugh. Remember those news stories you read when someone tries to get a celebrity to attend their prom? It almost always fails, but not always if you know what I mean. I got the nicest handwritten letter from Gerry in Portland Oregon. His cursive was gorgeous. He said he knew that I was married but so admired what I had accomplished in life and would be honored if I attended prom with him. He said it was in four weeks and he wanted to give me enough time to decide. He included his contact information on every platform there is.

So, I called him on WhatsApp. A video call. He answered and I could see him. I could hear his teacher in the background almost shouting for him to put his phone away. I could tell the teacher was getting closer, so I told him to turn the phone towards his teacher.

Silence. It was suddenly silent. I asked politely if I could interrupt the class just for a moment to talk to Gerry. I got a stunned nod. He turned it back so I could see him.

"I just wanted to let you know I would be honored to attend prom with you," I said. His eyes got huge.

"You would?" he croaked.

"Unless you already have a date. I wouldn't want to intrude," I said. He found his voice.

"No, no, no date," he said. "Not here. None of the girls would ever go with me." Ah shit. That sucks. He was a good looking kid too. He even said it in class, and no one spoke up. Fuck.

"Well then I'll see you then. Why don't I pick you up and we can ride together? Would your family be interested in joining us for dinner first?" I asked. "My treat."

"Yes, I think they would love that," he said, so politely.

"Great. How many in your family?" I asked. "I'll make the arrangements."

"Four. Mom, Dad, and my sister," he said.

"Great. Get back to class," I said, hanging up.

I loved this. So much. I quickly looked up his profile on WhatsApp. He's 14 years old. Damn, his sister is 15.

I called him back.

"Apologize to the teacher for me," I said. "Does your sister have a date?"

He shook his head no.

"My sister has Down's syndrome. No one is going to ask her. It makes me sad," he said.

"Can your parents afford a dress and clothes for you?" I asked. He blushed.

"Not really," he said.

"OK. I'll take care of everything. Someone will reach out to you. We have a little time. Message me your parent's contact info. Tell your sister she has a date with Noah," I said. Oh, you know Noah will do it with a smile on this face.

Now back to my cabinet problem. A freaking Treasury secretary and an AG.

Fuck.

Blake is a US citizen and a lawyer. I could go there. OK, I laughed to myself a little. So is Hunter.

Hmm. Hunter. I am so tempted to nominate him just to fuck with people. Yes, I was daydreaming a bit in my cabinet meeting. Joe jumped back in.

"Treasury is easy. You have an outstanding number 2. Career woman who is not political at all. Really outstanding. Make her acting. She won't want to top job, but I have another idea," said Joe. Several others quickly agreed. I looked over at Zeke and nodded. Shit would happen now. Zeke is amazing.

"I have a bit of an outlier suggestion for AG and then I'll come back to Treasury," said Joe. "I'm not even sure I should suggest it, but it is someone you know and trust and is clearly a brilliant attorney." Several other cabinet members pushed for him to share. I am curious because it sure wasn't going to be Blake or Hunter.

But it was.

"I think you should nominate Hunter. He doesn't have the experience but neither do you and you're doing a hell of a job. Smart, young, hard-working, and someone you trust feels about right," said Joe. I smiled at him.

"What about Treasury?" I said, diverting for a minute.

"Seriously? You don't already know the answer to this one?" said Joe. "Everything I said about Hunter applies. She's even closer to you."

"Morgan," I said, and he smiled and nodded.

"You're suggesting I nominate my sister's husband for AG and my own sister for Treasury. Do you have to step down so I can bring in Leslie?" I said.

"Who is Leslie?" asked the Interior Secretary. Wow. Really?

"The Minister of Defense of Dionysus. The two-time winner of Top Gun," I said. "My 15-year-old sister Leslie. She's married to Hunter who was just suggested as our AG. Leslie and Hunter are also married to Hallie, Hunter's twin sister."

OK, they kind of stared at me.

"Your family is unusual," said the VP. I didn't answer. I gave her a smile that I am pretty sure got her wet.

I didn't ask Joe to step down. I was kidding. I should nominate Amy for something. She could be a US cabinet member and the Queen of Dionysus. We are fun though. If education was open I could nominate Pari or Rylee. OK, Rylee. They might balk at the 11-year-old Iranian girl.

OK, OK. I needed to clear my ideas with, you know, Hunter and Morgan. I did laugh because if they agreed and were confirmed, we would all be living at The Falls. With our spouses. All seven of us. I wonder what I could nominate Orlando or Grace for. Of course, we would all resign once Kyrsten is found. She will be found safe.

I sent a quick text inviting Hunter and Morgan to dinner with their clan. I also invited Gabe and his group. After all, he is the UN ambassador. This has gotten a little weird.

Ah crap. The Secretary of Commerce just announced, in the meeting, that he felt better by resigning immediately. So much for his clapping. He gathered his stuff and left.

Another one?

"Listen, I get it. This is weird," I said. "If you want to go, please be decisive about it. This one at a time thing is getting old. So, back to the topic. Anyone else? You can speak to me privately if you'd prefer." No one else jumped so we started the Commerce discussion. The VP jumped in. I admit I was fantasizing about her a bit but needed to focus.

I clearly need more sex. This is nuts. Then again, if we all move into The Falls...

"Well I can think of two obvious suggestions," said the HHS secretary. We all just waited, and she laughed.

"You can pick either Sophia or Ruby. Both would be perfect," said the secretary.

"Sophia isn't a US citizen," I said. "That feels like that would be a little weird having a Secretary that has a Green card."

"Well at least she has the Green card," said Joe, laughing.

"Ruby then," said the HHS secretary. "She is perfect." Yes, she is, but not in the way she's thinking. Maybe.

So, I texted Ruby and invited her group too. It's a good thing it is a big house. They all accepted, even though it would be late for them. I love my family. The meeting broke up and I called in Kira. I explained that we were all meeting at the house, and it would get interesting. The fact that her nipples instantly got hard made me smile.

"I'll set it up that security is outside or in the kitchen only. I'll be the inside agent, although I won't get to play," said Kira. "Darn. I'll be forced to just watch." She's had to do that before, and she knows that we'll make it up to her. Repeatedly.

We had set dinner up for 1400. 2pm. That's weird, but it's already 2100 for them. Zeke cleared my calendar which is never easy, and I headed home. It was almost 1330 already. 1:30. Damn it is hard to switch back. Kira and I hopped in my plane, but the rest of the crew insisted on driving. They didn't think through the fact that we would get their first, but I had Kira. Our courtyard was full of planes, but they'd left me a spot. It seemed people came in from all over. It was quite a crew. Rylee, Carol, and Henry had been with Noah, so they were here too. The more the merrier. I went in just as someone had Alexa play Hail to the Chief. I did not find it funny. As soon as Ruby saw that it was just Kira and me she did what Ruby does.

She dropped her sundress. We all just enjoyed the view for a moment. I know I'm attractive but damn.

"Wait," I said. "As much as we all enjoy naked Ruby, we have actual business to discuss."

"Do I have to get dressed?" asked Ruby, with a smile.

"Yes," I said. "You're too damn distracting." She laughed and pulled her sundress back on. Given it was fairly sheer and she was completely commando, I'm not convinced that actually helped. If anything, it was even sexier.

She wiggled her hips and laughed. Yeah, I'm sure she read me. Then her eyes got big, which meant she did read me and she read ahead, so to speak. She stayed quiet though. We all sat around on the couches. It's a big room. There were nineteen of us, but not cramped. Rylee asked if she and the kids should leave. The kids. That makes me laugh. It made them laugh too. I assured them they could stay.

"As some of you are aware, I had a bit of a coup in my cabinet. Today the Secretary of Commerce walked too. I don't know what that means long-term, but I have three positions to fill. AG, Treasury, and Commerce," I said. "That's why I asked you all here."

"You want our advice?" asked Hunter.

"It's interesting that you are the person to ask," I said. "No, I have three specific candidates in mind, all from suggestions from the remaining cabinet members. I've already spoken to the Senate Majority leader and she agreed that they were all easily confirmed."

"Then what do you need us for?" asked Ruby, with a sly grin. They all could have read me, but didn't, which I appreciated. I'd asked them not to while I was President.

"Oops, you did, sorry," thought Ruby to me. "I'm out."

"Because the three approved candidates are in this room," I said. They all looked at each other.

"Some of us aren't eligible," said Carlina. "It was hard enough to get me approved for the UN. That narrows it down. Given there is only one attorney in the room, I think we can predict the AG."

Kira laughed.

"Actually, there are two, but I don't think she is offering me the job," said Kira. Damn, I had no idea she was an attorney. Cool.

"Wait," said Hunter. "You can't be serious. You want me to be the Attorney General of the United States? I'm a kid." OK, everyone laughed. Loudly.

"Yes, I do," I said. "I want my team. When Kyrsten is back, we can all quietly leave."

"All?" asked Sophia. "I think I can see where this is headed. Morgan for Treasury and Ruby for Commerce. It makes complete sense."

"Why not you for Commerce?" asked Ruby, of Sophia. "You're a much better choice."

"I'm not a US citizen. You are," said Sophia.

"What if we don't want to do it?" asked Hunter.

"Then say no," I said. "In fact, I encourage you to say no if you don't want to do it."

"I just have one question," said Rylee. We all looked at her.

"Basically, you're all moving in here, including Gabe and his crew. You need to," said Rylee. "Can we move in too?"

That actually got a cheer from the group, so we all took that as yes.

"Do you want to think about it?" I said, to all three.

"I don't. I will do it. You asked for our help. We're family. We say yes," said Ruby. Hunter and Morgan jumped in and agreed. So, did everyone in the room, which considering it would impact them all, felt good. Noah was happy. He'd have a lot more fun now!

OK, so was I. Since we were done and everyone agreed, I stood up and stripped. That led to everyone standing up and stripping.

Except poor Kira.

Oh. Naked Kira. Apparently she could still do her job naked and masturbating. I did appreciate that when she came and squirted, she did it on me.

It was quite a night.

Just think about everyone I mentioned. Now imagine them in the middle of the living room floor, with the furniture all moved to the edges.

All naked. We didn't both with games. We were too horny. I started off with the kids, Carol and Henry. You know the position. Hot damn that was fun. I couldn't really watch everyone else, but I seemed to be getting a lot of attention. Damn near every couple joined me. Noah stayed close but played with everyone too. I admit I stopped and watched Noah and Leslie. They've got a bond too. She was bouncing on him and Hallie was bouncing on Davis. I think I forgot to mention them. All these people moving in affected them too.

Davis seemed pretty happy right now. I looked around and Barb was enjoying girl time. Morgan, Rylee, Carlina, and Barb.

Damn.

We ended the night with Noah making slow love to me right in the middle of the living room, with everyone else sitting cross-legged and watching. They were all back in their groups. I know Rylee felt like she was missing out, but she was sitting between Carol and Henry. No, make that she was sitting next to Carol and on Henry.

More power to them. We finally headed off to bed. Perimeter security was good, but I had better keep my indoor security close, even though she was officially off duty.

Close. As in, in bed with Hunter and me. I have no idea where Noah slept. Don't care. Have fun honey.

We didn't go right to bed but waking up was much more fun. Much. It led to bacon too.

In front of the Senate

Hunter here. Today we have our confirmation hearings. We're a bit of a non-traditional group, but Chris should get what Chris wants, especially from a Senate that she got elected. They all knew that if they crossed her, she could cut them off at the knees, but she really didn't take advantage of that. In fact, she sent an email that went to every Senator imploring them to ask tough questions and vote for their constituents, not her.

They probably would still vote in favor, but it was nice.

I'm up first, for some reason. I later found out it was because I was a guy. I made a bit of scene out of that. Well, I did. The session had gone fairly well until we got to the Senator from South Carolina. He had gotten reelected to Chris' surprise. He is a kook and a rabid supporter of the guy that's in jail.

He came after me and it was slimy. We had all agreed we would answer honestly, regardless of the fallout. You can't get caught in a lie if you tell the truth, right?

"Why should we approve a child molester that practices incest?" he asked.

"Well you absolutely shouldn't. That's horrible. I can't imagine such a candidate coming before your committee. In fact, child rape and forced incest are two areas on which I plan on focusing. My experience in Dionysus has shown that there is a right way and a wrong way to deal with children. Our way works and the world is beginning to understand," I said. "If you have information on a child molester, please share it with the authorities."

He was a little stuck now. He expected me to fold, but I didn't. I challenged him on it.

"In fact, once approved, I'll ensure that an FBI agent is immediately in your office to interview you on this horrible situation," I said. Then I shut up. I let him stew for a minute. He wanted to jump on me but was hesitant. Fuck him. Oh God, no, but you know what I mean.

He finally woke up from his haze.

"An interesting attempt at a diversion, young man," he said. "I clearly mean you. You're in an incestuous relationship with your sister, and in a polygamist too. You shouldn't even be married!"

"I'm surprised you say that, sir," I said. "I would have thought you preferred a marriage rather than just living together."

He actually sputtered. He did.

"If it would please the committee, may I address the issue the Senator is so clumsily introducing?" I asked. The chairwoman nodded. Then she winked. I don't think she liked him much either. Or she wanted me. Or both. I admit, she is attractive and barely into her thirties.

I'd do her.

Shit. I hope I don't have to stand up. I have a raging hardon now. I remember the video of her in college. Yum. Did you catch that?

Sorry.

She's the chairwoman of a Senate panel.

"This appears to be the elephant in the room, so let's address it head on," I said. "I am a US citizen born and raised, but I am now a dual citizen with the country of Dionysus. You might have heard of our country." That caused some laughter in the gallery.

And another wink.

"I am also a licensed attorney in fourteen countries. I have passed the bar in all fifty states. Many of you on this panel are attorneys. May I ask you to raise your hands. Any attorneys in the room raise your hands too." About thirty hands lifted up.

"OK, we're going to make a short point, so please indulge me. If you have passed the bar in more than three states, keep your hand up. Otherwise take your hand down." We went from thirty or so to eight.

"Ten states," I said. One lone hand. A woman near the back. A very attractive woman in her forties. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place her.

"May I ask how many states?" I said. She smiled and it was one hell of a smile.

"Fourteen," she said. "The entire district in which I focus. I'm a regional director of the FBI. As far as I know, it is the most states of anyone in the DOJ. At least until you're confirmed, and then the record should stand for a bit." She gave me another killer smile.

"Any other countries?" I asked. She laughed and shook her head no.

"Let the record state that the FBI agent indicated that she did not have licenses in other countries," said the chairwoman. Damn she's hot. I know, I don't mean to be demeaning. Let's be honest, if it was an attractive chairman I would be thinking the same thing.

We're a horny bunch.

"The Senator was throwing barbs at me, but he knows quite well that everything I have done in my life is completely legal in the country in which I live and that the United States has recognized our right to do so, even as dual citizens. Your party brought the lawsuit. You sponsored the legislation. You personally spearheaded it to the Supreme Court where you got your ass handed to you. So cut the bullshit, Senator, or I am confident that you will face a well-funded opponent in your upcoming election," I said. Honest and direct, right?

He sputtered. Again.

"Is that a threat?" he said. I just smiled.

"Not at all," I said. "I don't need to threaten. I am quite confident this is your last term. You can follow the Turtle out the door."

Ouch.

The chairwoman pounded her gavel. It was a nice gavel. I don't know why I noticed the gavel. Maybe because every time the gavel struck, her breasts bounced.

"This is not productive. Everyone on this panel knows everything about this young man and the country of Dionysus. It is not like there are any secrets. The fact that he is here, for this hearing, is pretty telling, now isn't it?" she said. I will have her. Oh, sorry.

I looked over at Morgan and Ruby. Ruby winked at me. Oh hell. That would be quite a foursome.

Hallie and Leslie wouldn't even be mad at me. They would be mad if I passed up the opportunity. We're nice like that. Why am I thinking about this right now? It appears they have approved my nomination and will take it to the floor. That's a lock. The chairwoman called a break and walked over and introduced herself. I admit I laughed.

"I mostly live in Dionysus, not under a rock, Ms. Chairwoman," I said. This time she laughed.

"Oh, we're being formal, are we?" she said. "So, I'll have to call you General. I can hear it now. Oh General, oh General."

Her voice and tone changed for those last four words.

"Would you like to join our extended family for dinner at our home tonight? It's quite a group," I said. Why the fuck not.

"I'd love that," she said. "I'll bring a change of clothes for tomorrow." With that, she spun and headed back to her seat. It looked like I was done.

AOC is a BFD

And freaking Hunter invited her over. Ruby here. Now I have to do this entire meeting dripping. Come on. You know you would be in the same circumstance. I was dressed conservatively in a simple dress. Nothing showy, nothing inappropriate.

Zara, of course.

At least the material was thick enough that my rock hard nipples weren't obvious. I admit I had to suppress a laugh, because I saw the chairwoman look down and realize that her own nipples were as hard as mine. She quickly pulled on her jacket. There was an instant when our eyes met, just as she moved to shrug on her coat. It thrust her breasts right out there, and one nipple slipped above her bra, under her mildly sheer blouse.

That did not make the situation better for me. Well it did, briefly.

I'm pretty sure I know what is for dessert tonight.

My hearing went pretty well until we got to the same guy. He didn't even have any arguments, he was just being a dick. Finally, I interrupted him, which made him stutter but stop.

"You clearly have animosity towards me, Senator," I said. "I'm sure it could be a lot of things. I'm more powerful than you'll ever be, and the gap is strikingly large. I'm wealthy too. Don't forget my two PhDs. I could go on but you get the idea. But I don't think it is any of those things. I think it is because my skin tone is a few shades darker than yours and the first language I learned wasn't English. Now it was the second language I learned, and it was the first of many more. I speak, comfortably, over 45 languages.

"I'm rambling, but my tolerance for bigoted Southerners is low. Approve me. Don't approve me. I'm here to help, in any way that I can. I bring more resources to this job than you can imagine. I don't need or want the job. I have been asked to do so by someone who is important to me. I am a US citizen, born in Florida, and would be proud to serve my country. So, vote. Either way, let's do it."

I'm a cut to the chase girl.

They voted unanimously in my favor. He knew he didn't have a choice. Regardless, he is still gone, gone, gone.

I was ready to head out, but Morgan had come for ours, so Hunter and I waited and listened. I so wanted to just mount him right there. They could have still interviewed Morgan, right?

Wait, Ruby.

Morgan's testimony was short and trouble-free. I don't know whether we wore the guy down or if it was the tits.

I think it was the tits. I watched and during her entire hearing, every person on the panel was staring directly at her tits. It was really obvious if you looked too. I understood though. Morgan has spectacular tits. Try not to moan, Ruby.

I have to take a modest tangent. A picture of all the committee members ogling Morgan's tits, including the chairwoman, has become a favorite for meme makers.

We were done and I walked over and asked the chairwoman if she'd like to ride with us. I suggested we should chat for a minute first.

"First, call me Alex. All my friends do. Second, if you're trying to dance around the fact that after dinner we'll all get naked and have an amazing night of group sex, then stop dancing. I'm counting on it. I know it is a consulate too, and I plan on taking full advantage of that," said my new friend Alex.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"I will personally be sucking the first two loads out of you and kissing them to you. The second will be sloppy seconds," I said. "I am hopeful you will return the favor."

She smiled at me.

"We have reach consensus," she said, in her formal chairwoman voice. We broke up laughing and headed over to join the others. She was a little startled by the F-81 parked on the National Mall, but they should get used to it if we're all involved. We ain't walkin'.

We might fly our cars a lot though.

DC may never be the same.

Retroactively taking the pen

Yeah, Ruby wrote this section, but I am replacing it. She gave me access to the journal and it is fucking amazing. I'm writing this after an incredible night, and morning, and will share a few details. OK, maybe some of Ruby's can stay too. We weren't always together. We got to the house and I realized there were now 18 people living there. I kind of got the impression that the who slept in what bed thing was a nightly decision process. My impression was later confirmed. By everyone. We did a round of introductions after we sat at the giant outdoor table. It was a gorgeous night. Most of the women were in sundresses. I mentioned to Ruby I was overdressed before we sat down. Oh, this is Alex.

Dinner was a little late, at least for us. She took me into what she called the closet room, to find me a dress.

The room had really soft carpeting. Really soft. I won't narrate that entire experience. I will comfortably use the word mind-blowing. I had never experienced anyone like Ruby in my life. DC has slowed me down, but I love men and women a lot, and have some serious experience, but nothing, ever, approached the experience of Ruby.

I fainted. Not once. Twice.

She made me stop and drink an entire Gatorade. I needed it.

This was before dinner. Just the two of us.

We got back to the table and did the actual introductions. Henry and Carol being Rylee's kids was interesting. Carlina and Tegan bickering was simply hilarious. They were like a married couple.

Wait, I suppose they are. Dionysus is fun. They were both on my informal list, before I threw away my informal list because freaking everyone was on it.

Then Bob and Amy arrived.

Lord save me now.

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