30 November 2020

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Zeta > Delta

Leslie here. It is so nice to be back home.

I am sure this is confusing. I'm really late in posting this. We were becoming more of a force in the world. We are all still a little overwhelmed by that. I'm continually invited to meetings in various countries to discuss strategy. I rarely accept because, for too many countries, strategy and war planning are synonymous.

We were learning, though. Look at the mess with Kyrsten. We had to rely on the spies from other countries and we had to leverage other country's special forces, too. We didn't want a massive military and our technology might was formidable but sometimes you need a small trained team. Think the British SAS or the US Seals or Delta force.

So we were creating our own Zeta force. No reason for the name other than I liked Zeta. It rolled off your tongue. It was going to come under Audo's command. If you remember, he is the head of our ground forces. Our Army. Audo chose Bentley, who is a drill sergeant and perfect for the role leading the training and the teams. He'd get them in shape!

Bentley and Audo's kids are incredible too. Oh, I mean smart and engaging.

OK, I meant that too.

I admit that most of the meetings we were having to discuss setting up Zeta force ended on a bang, and I do mean a bang. Audo, Bentley, Heather, and me. Come on. We usually met over dinner, which meant that H2 and the rest of everyone's family was there too.

By bang, I meant orgy. You have to already know that. Heck, I'll tell you the short version of last night.

It had been a productive meeting. We'd worked through all the details, but there was one issue on the table. It was bigger than Zeta force, but that had triggered it. So far, our military was made up of people we recruited from their existing military role. We had opened up the Air Force to new recruits and you already know that many of them are young. The same with our Navy.

We had not opened up the ground forces. We could, and I suppose we would.

But what about Zeta? As you can imagine, the conversation was spirited, given we were having it around our big kitchen table, with all the families. The professionals were all against it, including Heather. Damn near everyone else was for it. Della, Bentley's 11-year-old daughter, closed the discussion.

"Here's where my head is," said Della. "We live in a world that is unlike anywhere else. We're given opportunities other kids don't have. We grow fast, and learn fast, and are accomplished at a young age. Look at the Minister of Defense. We appreciate that this comes from a position of wanting to protect us, but from what? If we're needed, and we pray we never will be, do any of you think that we would stay on the sidelines and watch the adults fight? We damn well wouldn't, which means that if you exclude all of us, then none of us will be properly trained and we will die. Wouldn't it make more sense to encourage us? I think we should follow the Israelis and require service. I'd suggest more of a reserve approach than full-time, but let's just say that between the ages of 10 and 20, everyone has to commit to a reserve program for three years, in a minimum of year long chunks. Some weekends and a few weeks in the summer. I don't have it fully thought out, but I like it. Train them in everything from the ground, to planes, to boats, to subs. Make us all able to do absolutely anything.

"Now, before you object, I remind you that this dinner is going to end in a very large orgy and there isn't a man or woman in this room that wouldn't have sex with me. How can you possibly rationalize that being OK, but protecting our country is not?

"But I have one more point. You absolutely must have kids in the Zeta force. It is what will make it a powerful force. Think about it. You need to get people into situations. Military people look like military people. Families look like families.

"Just think how powerful we would be."

When she's right, she's right.

Particularly about us all having sex. Dinner dissolved into quite an orgy. Della got all the attention tonight.

And all the cum. We're a rewarding culture.

The first training class

Well, ain't this just a shit show. My name is Bentley.

That's Master Sergeant Bentley to you. Not Ben. I am not fucking Ben. Now, that is not literally true, because I've met Ben, like Ben, and have fucked Ben. I literally meant I am not Ben. Bentley.

And I'm not really a Master Sergeant anymore. I'm a freaking Colonel, which makes no sense to me. It is kind of fun, and we pretty much make up our own rules in this military.

Like today. My first recruit class for the Zeta force. Yes it is. Now, there were a few seasoned veterans in my class. Even our approach was non-traditional. We'd pull people from their units, which is normal, but deploy them back to their units. Our unit would be spread out and would come together if ever necessary.

Which is why Wing Commander, Maria, is in my class. She also outranks me, but she showed up today without any insignia. I called her out on it.

"Sir, yes sir," she said. "It was my way of saying I am under your command, sir." She said this at attention. Her t-shirt is white. And small. She was wearing a sports bra, but a thin one.

In other words, damn, she has fine breasts. Particularly at attention. Thrust out there. I quickly gave the at ease even if I didn't really, deep down, want to. As soon as I did, she came over and stepped in close.

"That doesn't mean we can't fuck," she said. Well, maybe this job was going to be OK.

Next to her in line was Della. My daughter. We fought over it, and I lost. I don't even know exactly how I lost. No, that's not true. All three of my kids, Della, Grey, and Glen wanted in. I understood their desire, but they're so freaking young.

So I put in a physically demanding test program to screen recruits. It was essentially a half iron man. Swim 1.2 miles, bike 56 miles, run a half marathon. I figured it would wipe them all out. It did Grey and Glen.

It didn't Della. It did wipe out my second in command, though. Now I needed a new one. I'd pick them from my first training class. Probably Maria. We'll see.

Della thrust her chest out too, wearing a similar white t-shirt, except hers did not include a bra. She was still in the breast bumps stage. I love breast bumps. Hey, I love her breast bumps. I won't lie. She walked up to me too.

"We can fuck too, Daddy," she said. "Maybe a threesome with Maria."

That might kill me.

Next to Della was Kosal. How did I end up with the son of head of the Air Force? Oh, Chantou was nice about it, but she was clear I needed to keep them all safe. That I do. Kosal is a cute little guy. Wearing the same damn tight t-shirt. He must have been listening too, because I got the "We can fuck too" from him, too.

Three out of three. Team meetings were going to be fun.

The next two are professional military. Actual freaking adults. Neveah and Heath. Both Lieutenants. Both physical specimens. They didn't even walk up to me. They both just shouted they would fuck me too, which made us dissolve in laughter. Yeah, I'd do them. Fit, sexy AF. Come on.

One more and I don't quite follow it. I know that until yesterday he was a professional boat racer and now he is in my training class. Which means that yesterday he did the half-ironman. By himself. And beat everyone else's time. Amy had personally brought him over from Florida and she didn't explain why. Amy, right? She said that after the training she would take him back. That didn't make sense, but Amy.

His name is Derk and he's kind of a hunk. He, however, didn't tell me that we'd fuck.

He kissed me. Quite well I might add. You would think that violated some important chain of command rule, but remember when I mentioned we make up our own rules a lot? We don't make up many and none of them were intended to limit any interaction.

In other words, fuck away. I was having Derk. We both knew it.

That's six. My first group was supposed to be six. Suddenly, it was not six.

General Leslie walked up. I thought she was just checking on us, but she got in line. Ah shit.

I have to say, she looked incredible. She chose the white t-shirt too, which made me believe she and Maria had talked. Oh God, the mental image of them together. Leslie's shirt was at least two sizes two small, she didn't have on a bra, and at least four inches of her belly showed. No, more than that, because at attention, I could see a lot of underboob.

"General, that shirt will ride up during many of our exercises," I said, politely.

"I know," she said. Then she hit me with a killer smile. Hot damn. I almost came. That young woman is stunning. She's also the big boss. My big boss. So, a Wing commander, my daughter, the head of the Air Force's son, two actual trained soldiers. One American boat racer. Still don't get that one.

And Leslie. She looked around at the group.

"Our orgies are going to be awesome," she said. Then she made it even worse. Her nipples popped.

That did explain why she'd done the half-ironman. I thought she was just being supportive. She holds second place. Barely behind Derk.

I came in last. Almost three minutes behind my daughter. That was going to hurt. Actually it did hurt. I'm sore as hell today. I turned back to the group, all in line, all at ease. The sexual tension was buzzing through the air. So I did the only thing a good training lead would do. At least here.

"Listen," I said, to the group. "We're going to be living and training together for a while. It is going to be tough and gruesome and some of you might wash out. The way for us all to succeed is through teamwork. By supporting each other. This is by no means an order. I suggest we take a two-hour break. During that break, I am going to be in our wrestling room. I encourage anyone that is interested to join me so we can all get to know each other better."

And then I walked away. Every single one of them followed me, shedding clothes as they walked. When we walked into the wrestling room, there was not an article of clothing in sight. I saw Della whispering to Leslie. Leslie knelt down and intertwined her hands. Della put one foot in Leslie's hand and Leslie just threw her up in the air. High. Della did a complete somersault and then landed.

Standing on Leslie's shoulders. We all just stared! You would too. OK, the gorgeous naked teenager with the adorable 11-year-old on her shoulders, also naked, was pretty damn nice too.

Then Della threw her right fist in the air.

"I declare a gangbang!" said Della.

Well, that escalated quickly.

We all screamed back, of course, and Leslie got "jinx" out first. I'm pretty sure we all waited for her to do it. Come on. Fucking Della and some pretty serious tongue dancing with Leslie, that probably led into a good fuck?

We all lined up and I admit I laughed that every woman got in the line with a double-ended dildo already inserted.

Della looked at the line and moved me to the front and Leslie to the back. That meant I went first and last and that Leslie did the final cleanup.

I was good with that. No, I was great with that.

Della is sexy AF. Nipple bumps. Right?

My gangbang, my story

Della here. How in the world did Dad not know that I was training for an Ironman? The half-ironman was a training session for me. I have a lot more in me, too. OK, that made me laugh, because after this I am going to have a lot more in me. I'm fine with the single line, because everyone is cumming in me, with no cleanout until after Dad's second time.

And Dad was helping with cleanout. Wait. Let's have Dad's second cum be on my nipple bumps. Dad loves to suck my nipple bumps. I love it too. I cum hard from nipple play and it makes me feel so close to him.

He came right up and laid down. He knows cowgirl is my favorite position. He has access to my nipples and clit. I laughed because the entire line laid down on the wrestling mat, beside Dad, in a row. Still in line.

Got it. We only had two hours, so I was taking the men's first cum. Speeds it up a bit. The girls and their dildos' will do better at getting me off, or at least I thought.

Dad took me over in about ten seconds. He lasted longer, although not much. Then I hopped onto Maria's cock. Then, well, you get the idea. As it turned out, it went quicker than I thought.

So I started the line over. For the third time. Well, you would have too. Admit it. Finally we were done, and yes, Leslie was between my legs, but everyone else freaking attacked me. Kissing. Fondling. Sucking my nipples. I went up and stayed there to the point of cruelty.

Hell, I loved it. I could have had them stop anytime I wanted.

I didn't want them to stop. And then they did. It took me a solid minute to vibrate to a stop.

Then Dad called for a 15-kilometer run. Not fair Dad. As good a job as Leslie did, that was a lot of cum. I'm dripping all the way through the fifteen. That's gonna chafe.

We did do it naked. I'm not sure that helped other than hey, naked!

I liked our training so far.

First day washout

Ruby here. I'm the tester and trainer for the first day. I kind of have to be, and you'll see why. We believe that members of the elite Zeta units have to be special. Yes, top physical specimens, for sure, and they all qualify. But in this case, by special, we mean powerful. We have a set of criteria that is required for you to graduate and be a certified Zeta team member. Everyone knew these in advance, so it should be no surprise.

• Stop a bullet shot at you
• Fly
• Lift a large car
• Disable a running opponent
• Think to someone at least a mile away
• Push through a block
• Connect to others in a group

We recognize that not everyone may have developed their potential like we have. We find that many of these powers come after stress. I'll give you a perfect example. If you need to learn how to stop a bullet, then you practice. We put you in full riot gear, with a heavy-duty bullet proof vest.

Then we shoot you. With a real bullet. Not one that would penetrate the body armor, but a pretty hefty bullet. The first time, 99 out of a 100 people fail and take a smack to their ribs. It hurts, but worse, it is scary AF.

Some drop out right then. The one that stopped it the first time? They have great potential, beyond the others. Della stopped it. Laughing. Leslie insisted on the test, even though I knew she could do it. She stopped it about 6 inches out of the barrel of the gun. It stayed there until she walked up and grabbed it from mid-air. That bullet had to be HOT. It didn't faze her.

Almost 70 of the remaining 99 stop the bullet the second time. If you don't, you're done.

It takes that first bullet hitting you to unleash the talent. You'll notice it is first too. That's because many, if not most, of the remaining talents come out with that first bullet. It doesn't just give you one skill. It opens up them all. We suspect, no believe, that we have skills we have not discovered yet. For example, I have one that I am still experimenting with and it appears directly tied to your power. Your strength with your powers. I think that some of our early trauma unleashed ours.

I can hold my breath for a long time. I've tried it, underwater, with about a dozen people now. We do it with them holding the face mask, so whenever they need it, they just breath normally. We have a buddy diver with them, of course.

Most of the extended family hits the five-minute mark with ease. Carlina and Tegan are competitive with each other and both have broken fifteen minutes.

Leslie and Amy are tied for second place, or close enough, at over 25 minutes. Think that through. Over 25 minutes holding your breath. Leslie admits that her time limit wasn't the need for air. It was a growing sense of panic. I get that. It took me a long time to push through that panic, but once I could, it just faded away.

Last week I did the longest test yet. I had several divers with me, and they rotated in and out. I was underwater for just a little over 8 hours. I got out because I was bored. If I could bring my iPad, maybe it would be different. Bob was overseeing the test and laughed when I said that. The next day a courier dropped off a waterproof iPad.

I'm going to take a tangent here, because Kira, one of our brilliant young doctors, doesn't think I'm holding my breath.

She thinks I am breathing underwater. Her theory is that, through my skin, I have developed what are basically functioning gills.

Did you catch that? Gills.

Go back a few paragraphs. If you could hit five minutes, you just needed to push through the panic. Five minutes is dead if you can't do it.

The entire extended family.

I did break the eight-hour mark, though. Want to know how?

Really good waterproof lube. We wanted to test if exercise affected the time I could stay down.

Fucking is exercise, right?

I got out when I passed the ten-hour mark. I could have gone longer, but we ran out of a critical resource.

Cock.

So back to the class. Breathing underwater was not a Zeta requirement, but we are going to test for it. Having met the first class, I was going to get Leslie through the panic, and I would bet all of Costco that Della would too. Heath and maybe even Neveah wouldn't be able to, but I think they'll wash out early. I can sense power. Della is powerful. Really powerful. As in close to my league. Leslie's league. Lianna's league.

We got through the shooting events by lunch time. Another measure of your powers is how far away the bullet stops. If it drops to the ground three inches from you, you're still growing your powers, but have them.

I can do it when the bullet exits the barrel, from a solid half mile. Carlina can too. At lunch, I peeled Della from the pack for a few minutes. Leslie sat with us.

"This is a serious question, but share what you're comfortable sharing," I said.

"We think we have undiscovered powers," said Leslie. "You're very powerful. Do you have any powers that are not common, that maybe you haven't shared with anyone?"

Della laughed.

"Oh, I'll share anything with you two," said Della, hitting us with a smile. "Absolutely anything." Yeah, we knew what she meant.

"Here's a few. Let's compare notes," said Della. "You know the basics, stop bullets, lift cars, fly, everything you're testing us for."

"We're testing if you can breathe underwater," said Leslie, mostly for shock value. Della got a surprised look.

"You think we're actually breathing?" asked Della. "Like with gills? Cool. That would explain it."

"What's your limit?" asked Leslie.

"I don't know. I get bored," said Della. "I slept overnight once. I didn't mean to, but I was tired, the water was warm, and I fell asleep. It freaked me out when I woke up, because I thought it had been minutes, but the sun was in the wrong spot. I don't think my brain could comprehend what had happened." I admit I laughed and went and got a bottle out of the cabinet and handed it to her.

"Lube? What's this for?" asked Della.

"Well, at least anal," said Leslie, smiling, which got her a playful slap from Della.

"It's waterproof," I said. "Really waterproof." She just looked at me for a bit, then smiled really big.

"Well that would help with boredom," laughed Della. Leslie and I both just nodded.

"I've never heard anyone talk about my last two," said Della. "But your powers really isn't a discussion talking point at school. Although maybe it should be. Could we have houses? What house do you think I'd be in?" Oh God. Harry Potter.

It is kind of like that.

"Let me show you the first one," said Della. She got up and started walking towards the hall. Except she didn't walk through the door. She walked through the wall. Then a few seconds later she walked through the door.

Except the door wasn't open.

She walked back over.

"That's cool," said Leslie. "Intangibility."

"Yes," said Della. "I had to look it up."

"25 Superpowers you wish you had," said Leslie and Della together. Della got "jinx" out first. Our meeting took a short break while they made out. On the floor. With their hands down each other's shorts. At least we'd put shorts back on. No tops, just shorts.

We started back up after their orgasms. As in two puddles on the floor. It wasn't that uncommon here. They left their shorts there. Too wet.

"What's the last one?" I asked.

"This one is going to seem a little weird," said Della. "I need an animal." An animal? Bentley had just walked up.

"That explains a lot," said Bentley. "Come with me." We followed him out into the hanger.

"There is a housecat that lives out here. Her names is Wings. She's a mouser," said Bentley. We all turned to Della. She sat down, crisscross and closed her eyes. Seconds later a black and white tabby came running across the hanger, flat out. She mistimed it a little, not counting on the slide, and when she tried to brake, she slid, slamming into Della's legs and rolling into her lap, legs in the air.

Purring.

"I can talk to animals," said Della. "Telepathically."

"In a language?" asked Leslie.

"In any language. I have thought out to an animal in 23 different languages. It doesn't matter which one, it works," said Della. "Come outside."

We followed her out the large garage door in the back. It opens up to miles and miles of prairie and forest. Aether is largely undeveloped and beautiful. Della sat down again, so we did too. We waited patiently and out from two trees walked a tiger. A huge freaking tiger.

Wait.

"That's a Caspian tiger," thought Leslie, to me. I guess to all of us.

"Yes," said Della. "There are ton of species thought to be extinct on this island, particularly as you go farther in."

"Should we be worried about the giant tiger headed our way?" thought Leslie. A fair question.

"No," thought Della. "He knows you're my friends. I'm not new to him. I'm his friend." The tiger, which was easily two meters long walked up and laid down in front of Della. The house cat stepped off Della's lap and the tiger moved forward and put his head on Della's lap. The housecat climbed onto the tiger and curled up.

Then the tiger purred.

"Tigers that big can't purr," thought Bentley.

"Of course we can. No one has ever rubbed under my chin before," thought the tiger. The tiger? That had to be Leslie. But it didn't sound like Leslie. We hear people in their own voice.

I looked over and Leslie shook her head no, with the biggest damn smile.

"Do you have a name?" thought Leslie.

"Simba," thought the tiger. Yes, I had to type that.

Then Della laughed and the tiger kind of vibrated.

"We don't laugh as well as we can purr," said the tiger. "No, I don't have a name, but Della knows how to find me."

"I would pay big money to see Della run out of the woods, in a suede dress, with four tigers running with her," thought Leslie.

Then we all laughed. Including the tiger. The tiger lifted his head and Della scooted out. She stood up and dropped her shorts and pulled off her shirt. Yeah, she'd put on clothes. Naked Della was a fine thing, but she ran inside and came back out dressed again.

Sort of. She was in a light tan suede dress. It was really short and as she moved, she flashed her pussy. Not the tiger. Her pussy. The top of the dress had only one strap, but it connects to the bottom of the dress by going straight down.

Leaving Della topless.

Damn.

"It was kind of a fantasy," said Della. Just then, out of the woods, bounded an adult female tiger and two kittens. Not much larger than our hanger cat. Our little cat ran right over to them and started jumping around and playing with the kittens. They were close to the same size. The mom came over and stood next to what I assume is dad.

"Of course he's the dad, what kind of tiger do you think I am?" came the thought.

"A Caspian tiger," said Leslie, with a smile on her face. The mother tiger bumped Leslie, knocking her gently on to her amazing ass.

"That wasn't funny," came the thought. From the mom. I'm sure of it.

We then made a whole bunch of stupid videos of ourselves running with the tigers. We remade the fantasy shot for all of us. Bentley did it in his boxers. Della did it in the dress. Leslie did it in sheer white panties, and I admit I enjoyed that.

I was naked. But riding the male cat.

I think we both kind of liked it.

"Have either of you thought about doing advertising work?" I asked. "You'd be awesome at it."

"How exactly would we spend the money?" asked the dad. He had a point there.

I started my day feeling pretty powerful. Ending the day having a chat with a family of tigers.

This shit gets weird sometimes.

"I take that back," said the dad tiger. "We'll trade you doing that kind of thing for a promise to protect our habitat. You don't realize how special this area is. There are so many species that you can revive."

"Deal," thought, well, all of us.

I thought to Bob that there would be no more development on Aether and that it would become an animal sanctuary.

"It already is," thought back Bob. "Say hi to the tiger family for me."

Well, sure.

"Hi Bob," thought the mom. "Didn't know you'd done that. Thanks."

The mother tiger just thanked Bob.

I'm Ruby and even I think this shit is getting weirder. Really, really weird.

Nice kitty

Yeah, I'll go with weird. Really freaking weird. Della here and I am most of the weird. The fact that I am in the Dionysus Special Forces is right up there too. We had great first day, except for Heath washing out. His choice, actually. The bullet freaked him out. He didn't want the second bullet. Too bad.

I liked his cock. Well, come on, I did.

I can't possibly narrate every night, but let's just say the end of day ceremonies involved fucking. That can't possibly surprise you. Dad and I left for home together. I liked it. Going to work with my Dad.

Did I mention I'm the new second-in-command? The team insisted. I think it was the gangbang.

Or the tigers. OK, maybe the tigers.

Our Aether-based training is complete. We learned about freaking everything. We could disassemble and assembled damn near every major firearm, blind-folded. We could all hit the center circle on the target with those same guns.

We also trained on a variety of ion guns. Remember Star Trek? Set it to stun! That actually works with our guns.

So does vaporizing you. As in poof, you're gone. We obviously didn't practice vaporizing anything living. Most of us already had flight training, but that would continue. Derk had some catchup there, but the guy is a natural. Talented in other ways too. Amy still wouldn't tell us why Derk was in the class and he told us he didn't know either. I'm not sure Amy actually knows. We believe him. He's a true team member.

And one hell of a fuck.

Today we were going out in the field. Bentley and Maria were going to be the parents. Yeah, real dad, got it. Leslie and I are going to be their kids. Oh Leslie camped it up beautifully. She even wrapped her breasts, so she didn't look all that much more endowed with tits than I do. God, she has nice tits. I asked her if it hurt and she said it was annoying but not painful. We were in little rompers with pigtails and bows. Yeah, we looked young. Today's test was tracking. We were going to be tourists in Paris, but from a small town in France. We had to ensure our accents were perfect. One of the reasons we were chosen was language proficiency. The accent for our hometown was different than Parisian French. Screw up on a real mission and you're dead, dead, dead.

We were each given a photo of the person we were to tail. They had been borrowed from the French DGSI, which is their equivalent of MI5 or the FBI. They had no information other than there was a team that would be tracking them and recording their movements. They were supposed to identify us.

We weren't supposed to be identified. We were told that the person would be strolling along the Avenue des Champs-Elysées and shopping in the most expensive shops. We decided to split up, instead of traveling immediately as a family. I was going with Mom and Leslie was going with Dad. If necessary, they would split up too. I was too young. Not for us, but in Paris, it might have been obvious.

The target had a schedule of shops and we knew the first three. That way we could catch them at one of those. One of the keys was to alternate teams. Maria and I were at the first stop and Leslie and Dad were at the third. We would follow her, yes the target is a her, to the second shop, but pass her, and then our other team would pick her up.

We got a little creative too. We found her easily and passed her from team to team. Remember, we can easily communicate without speaking. At the second stop, she was going to try on some clothes, so Maria and I did too. We went into the changing room right next to her and played mother and daughter. We were not loud, but we were not quiet, all in our small town accent. We heard her come out and we waited because we knew our second team would catch up with her.

They did. We took the time to each buy something, so that we would be carrying shopping bags. We were going to in a few stores. Everything went well through lunch. Our target got a table at a little outdoor bistro and we got a table at a similar place across the street. It was a nice leisurely lunch. We had no doubt she saw us and made a point of having a little argument. No surveillance team would ever draw attention to themselves, right? Finally Leslie threw up her hands and walked away from the table and out the door and down the street, muttering to herself. I have to pass the pen now.

We don't know if we've been blown

Leslie here. We really don't. I went around the corner and into a new shop. We'd scoped this shop out before. Very high-end business clothing for men and women. I quickly paid for the outfit I had put on hold and changed into it, leaving my romper in the trash on the way out. I unwrapped my breasts too, thank god. I went from looking about 12 to looking about 25.

That should work. I got the notice from the team that our target had left the restaurant and was heading away from me. Perfect timing, as I was approaching the restaurant and just tucked in behind her. My three teammates were paying their bill and then they would split up too. Maria was going to get her outfit from the same store. Bentley and Della ducked into a sporting goods store and quickly transformed themselves. The best part was that Della dressed like a boy, with her hair in a cap.

So now they were a father and son, speaking German.

I spoke flawless Parisian French. Maria was rattling away into her cellphone in Italian. Not one of our cellphones. A modern for everyone else but crappy for us cellphone.

We did other clothing changes too. I turned into a late teens American girl, traveling with her twenty-something sister. American accents and loud and brash. Della dropped out for a bit and Bentley became a laborer with a low-end Parisian accent. I won't go through them all, but we hoped it was effective.

Finally it was almost 1700 and we became the family again and approached our target and introduced ourselves. She was stunned.

"I saw you in the shops and at lunch but dismissed you. The argument convinced me," she said. "I didn't see you again until this afternoon. Right now." I pulled out my phone because we had taken pictures of ourselves in each disguise. Her eyes got huge.

"Damn," she said. "Using kids is powerful. Crazy, but powerful. Who would let you do that?"

We introduced ourselves. Her eyes went up when I did. I don't think I mentioned that I was blonde today. At least in this wig. I guess I didn't look like me.

"Why wouldn't kids do it?" asked Della. "Do you think that in a crisis, we're going to stay on the sidelines?"

"But you're a kid!" said the agent. Which is how she found herself on the ground, with her arms zip cuffed behind her, and Della sitting on her legs.

Della is quick. Della is strong. Then again, Della could probably have launched her into orbit without touching her.

"I believe you have made your point," said the agent, dryly. Della broke the zip cuff and let her up. The fact that Della could just snap a zip cuff was just as meaningful, but the agent did not see that. They both stood up. We finally found out that she was Bridgette. Bridgette is cute. Hey, we notice things.

"I wasn't told anything about this assignment other than I was the target," said Bridgette. "Certainly not that it involved Dionysus." Somehow her voice dropped about three octaves on the word Dionysus.

"Do I hear interest in your tone?" asked Della. "We do have a consulate nearby." Bridgette moaned and did the up/down look.

On Della. Interesting.

"Perhaps you'd like to join us for dinner. Say 2000?" I asked.

Bridgette laughed.

"Should I bring a change of clothes?" she asked, with an exaggerated leer.

"Only if you don't want to wear the same clothes two days in a row," said Della, matching her leer.

Yeah, yeah, we all moaned.

"That's all fun and all, but I'm married and have a son," said Bridgette. "Something makes me say my husband won't go for it."

"How old is your son?" asked Della.

"Alexandre is 12," said Bridgette.

"Yum," said Della, which seemed to shock Bridgette.

"You can't be suggesting I bring my son!" said Bridgette.

"You clearly want me," said Della. "Why wouldn't I want a 12-year-old boy," said Della. "For that matter, your husband too. Maybe in a train."

"A train!" said Bridgette. Then her eyes went a bit glassy. I suspect she was imagining it.

"Listen," said Della. "Bring them to dinner. Worst case, we have a nice dinner with new friends, play Pictionary, and you go home. Best case, all of us get naked and fuck all night."

"That certainly is a best case," said Bridgette.

We worked out the arrangements and agreed on Thai food. Did you expect anything else?

You know we're going to fuck

I was having Alexandre and Bridgette. Together. This is Della. I have to tell you that because the title could have been any of us. You know that. We got to the restaurant just as Bridgette walked up with two gorgeous cocks, err men. Sorry. Cock! Sometimes you just want to scream it out. Tonight I will.

Sorry, horny. Sorry, not sorry.

She did the introductions to her husband and son. Her husband was a bit overwhelmed, but not Alexandre. I suspect he was going for shock value, being 12, but you're never going to out shock me.

"I believe you value directness," said Alexandre, to me. "I would love a night of passion with you. My oral skills are superb and lead up to a stunning final act."

"Why would you limit it to me?" I said. "I would think that Bridgette and Alain would love to join us in a naked orgy. All of us. I'd certainly love to see Bentley and Alain both fuck you in the ass."

"I am sure that could be arranged," said Alexandre. "My father has wanted me for years. So has my mother. Your consulate will give them the opportunity they have always craved." He turned and smile at his parents. To my surprise, it was Alain that woke up first.

"That sounds like a wonderful plan," said Alain. "Doesn't it Bridgette? I'd love to be in the middle of a train too. Think of the combinations."

"I must have Della," said Bridgette, in a pretty scary freaking voice. At least I laughed.

We got the Thai food to go. I got to eat Thai food off of Alexandre's cock and both Alain and Bridgette's nipples. We did take quick showers after that. Thai food can burn in the wrong places. Ask me how I know.

The night was incredible. We wore the poor men out. The highlight of my night was DP with Alexandre in the back and Alain in the front. No, that's not true. It was just as cool watching Alexandre fuck Alain who was fucking Bridgette. I love opening up a family to new things. Oh! A double entendre.

Well I did teach Bridgette about the double-ended dildo. She enjoys it a bit too much.

Alain and Alexandre appear just fine with that.

I like our training.

Nipples are fun

Ruby here. A bit of a change in direction. I like nipples. Oh I love licking and sucking on nipples but I like just seeing them. I do.

One thing about Dionysus is that damn near no one wears a bra and we seem to have cornered the market on sheer material. Oh, lots of topless men and women too, but a woman, or even girl, in a sheer shirt is sexy AF. Just a glimpse. Was that a nipple? I believe it was.

But I was curious about something. There is a mall in downtown Athens. It's quite nice. Upscale. I've noticed a lot of businesswomen shop in the mall around lunch time. They're quite modest, which given our location wasn't hugely surprising. Many were in a suit, but most were in some form of skirt and blouse.

Opaque blouses.

With bras.

Ugh.

I did notice, and so did my friends, that if we walked the mall at lunch, we got more attention from the women than men. Oh the men liked it, if our informal did he get hard metric was considered. The short answer is they always got hard.

But the women were harder to read. I couldn't even tell if their nipples got hard!

Damn bras.

I decided it was either appreciation of our nipples or jealousy of our nipples or both.

Probably both.

So I recruited more nipples. Yeah, I went there. I got a bunch of women of all ages to walk the mall during lunch. Every day. For six weeks. Some duplicates, but randomly. The interesting observation was that the women liked puffies. They really liked puffies.

They loved nipple bumps.

They had an appreciation for breasts of all sizes but loved big nipples.

Our people were taking notes.

The men were involved too. No, no, not for their nipples. As observers. They had a specific goal of counting the number of women they saw in sheer blouses without a bra. We were working hard to normalize it without actually doing anything.

Except showing our nipples. The men of Athens can thank us later. No, seriously. Offer to fuck any of us. We're up for it.

The men were all using technology with facial recognition and could dictate notes as long as they had an RFID device. Earrings, etc.

The tech was handy.

The first week we were there, the number of SWBs was small. Sheer without bra. SWB. We averaged about 1.5 a day.

Not many. Sorry guys, although we had at least 30 SWBs there every day, so they got their peeks.

Women must have searched their souls over the weekend, or they bought sheer blouses, or both. Probably both.

On the Monday of the second week, the number jumped to 4. Modest but measurable. The four were a woman in her forties with very nice, firm D cups, a woman in her twenties with perky B cups, a teenage girl with slightly droopy C cups, which honestly she rocked, and a preteen with nipple bumps. Interesting. Across the age spectrum.

I think we might have been taking nipples too seriously.

But Tuesday jumped to 11 and it went up and down through Friday, but even with 4 on Monday, the average was 13 for the week. There were some duplicates, but not as many as you might think. We guessed that women don't go to the mall at lunch more than once a week.

Week three now. Week three was fun. You're just picturing these almost topless women walking through the mall, aren't you? There appeared to be a multiplier effect that seeing more women like themselves freed their nipples, because Monday jumped to 65 and it climbed through the week. We averaged over 100 for the week. We hit 156 on Friday. It seemed like we were close to a majority for girls from about 7 to 12 or so. The teenage girls were even higher. Probably close to three-quarters.

Neither was really a demographic for this mall. More adults. Although it was interesting because we noticed traffic in the mall increasing too. Quite a bit.

I'll skip ahead to week six. A woman in an opaque blouse or even an opaque bra under a sheer blouse was rare now. Under about 25 years old was solid nipples. Lots and lots of nipples. There was a demographic in the 65+ range freeing their nipples too. More power to them. A little sag just shows you have lived life. Some of the older women were really sexy. I'd do'em.

Remember Marcel and Margot? I think I was 9 the first time. I visit them a lot.

The middle range, say mid-twenties to fifties, was at about fifty/fifty. Perhaps we were taking credit where we shouldn't, but it was a huge measurable shift. Athens might never be the same. The next week we hit a variety of malls during lunch. They were all nipple zones. Easily half the women were baring their nipples. I walked up to one of the female security guards and started chatting with her.

She liked my nipples. She couldn't take her eyes off of them. Hey, watch away. I like my nipples.

"Hi, I'm just curious," I said. "I've noticed a lot of women are wearing sheer blouses without a bra. It seems like more than I would expect. I love the look, but it is surprising. I used to be unique!"

"I have no idea what happened. It started about a month ago. Every day more wonderful nipples. It just keeps growing," she said. Then she moaned a little. I realized she was young. Younger than I expected.

"I'm sorry if this is rude, but you're quite beautiful and have such a youthful look," I said. "May I ask how old you are?" She laughed.

"I better look youthful," she said. "I'm 14. I'm just helping my dad out. He runs security here. I know he's enjoying the show!" She laughed again.

"Cool, do you go to school nearby?" I asked. I liked this chick.

"Yeah, 8th grade, woot woot," she said, clearly sarcastically. "What about you?"

"I went to school in Dionysus," I said. Yeah, she moaned. "Why don't you go to the Dionysus school here?" She almost growled under her breath.

"My dad won't let me apply," she said. "I think he is afraid I'll fuck a lot. I will, but I do anyway. At least it would be safe. Mostly I think it is just because I tempt him. Particularly yesterday when I met him here for lunch wearing a blouse very much like yours. It's hard to hide your hard cock at a food court."

I'll bet it is. She stuck out her hand.

"My name is Odelia. My dad is Otho," she said.

"I'm Ruby," I said. She laughed, heartily.

"Really. I never would have recognized someone as well-known as you," said Odelia, in her snarkiest voice. Then she laughed again. Oh, interesting. Her uniform shirt might be thick, but they weren't in a bra under there.

"So you're not a bra fan either?" I said.

"Ack," she said. "They just get in the way." She got a startled look on her face. I looked over her shoulder and a man was rapidly approaching. He walked up all smiles until he saw me.

"So you're the reason," he said, spitting on the floor. Oh we hate that. We just hate that. He'd said it in English too.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak English," I said, in Greek. That flustered him.

"You're not Ruby?" he asked. I laughed.

"I get that reaction sometimes, but I don't see it," I said.

"Really, because you do look just like her," he said. Odelia started laughing.

"Because it is her, Dad," she said. His scowl returned.

"Sir, before you instantly dislike me, which you appear ready to do," I said, "could you please share what you dislike? I'd welcome that conversation."

"I'm just here for lunch with my daughter," he said, taking her arm. He started to pull her. I didn't like that.

"Wait," I said, a bit sternly and he turned around. He started to bark something at me, but instead he launched himself and tackled me.

Just as a food cart on the loose, flying down the hill, crashed through the spot I was standing. I had ended up sitting on his chest. He was on his back, a bit dazed. He quickly shook it off and the only thing in front of him was my nipples.

His first reaction was his real one. He got hard. How did I know?

I was sitting squarely on his cock.

"Are you OK?" I asked. "You saved my life." While I said it, I ground into his cock a bit. He stifled what was going to be a moan.

I stood up, which gave him an entirely different view. I stepped over his face giving him a shot right up my dress.

Where I was commando. This time he did moan. I held my hand down and helped him up.

"At least let me buy you both lunch," I said. "I know an excellent restaurant that you'll like." I hit the button on my watch and fetched my car. I was driving an S63 convertible today. It's a nice day. It floated around the corner and dropped to the ground. Even in Athens they were rare to see, so a small crowd gathered. I helped him into the passenger seat and took her hand and walked her around to the driver's side and got her into the back seat. I know I gave her a nice down blouse shot. She moaned. I'm generous that way.

We took off and I headed for a restaurant called 360 Degrees. It's on the top of a building, outdoors, with a view of the Acropolis. It's wonderful. I floated down above the restaurant, about 10 feet off the ground and opened the door. I walked down the stairs onto the deck of the restaurant. Otho and Odelia were still in the car, staring down at me.

Oh, got it. The stairs are a force field. They're invisible. I gave the command and the tech added color, making the stairs seems solid. They looked at each other and Odelia walked down the now visible stairs. There were stairs on Otho's side too, but we had to coax him down them. Finally we did and the car flew off.

No Targets here, so it was floating out over the sea. I'm sure that freaked out an occasional boater.

"We can't eat here," exclaimed Otho. "We're not dressed for it. It is too expensive for us, too!"

"I said my treat," I said. He was being all macho. I hate macho. Odelia finally convinced him just as the hostess came up to us with menus. She led us to an incredible table with an amazing view.

You know why I get a good table, right? I like the restaurant. A lot.

Otho opened his menu and gasped, just as our waitress arrived carrying a bottle of wine. She knows my tastes. I know what she tastes like.

Did you like that play on words? Bob will.

"Hi, my name is Aminta and I'll be your server today," she said. Then she leaned down for a kiss. I think we might have given the restaurant a little show. I know she gave me one. Thin shirt, big collar, no bra. Yeah, my no bra influence worked here too. Sheer. We like sheer. OK, it's bad, but the customer tips have tripled too.

A lot of those were from me. I come here a lot. I tip well.

She asked if everyone would like wine as she was pouring me a glass. Otho glared.

"Odelia is too young for wine," he barked. Yes, barked. He's just so damn macho. I don't think it helped that the three of us laughed, including Odelia. She'd clearly figured it out.

"Dad, we're not technically in Greece anymore," she said. "We're in Dionysus. I can have wine."

"I forbid it!" he shouted, while drinking a health slug from his glass. He got a startled look on his face and turned to me.

"This wine is amazing, simply amazing, I've never tasted anything like it," he said. Odelia pointed at Aminta and at her glass. Aminta looked at me and I nodded.

Then she poured a glass for Odelia. Otho was about to explode, but Odelia cut him off.

"Just shut up, Dad," she said. "I am tired of your bullshit. We are in Dionysus right now, so I am going to be blunt. Right now, in this place, I am an adult. I decided I wanted wine. I am having wine. I also want to go to DAU. I went and got tested and you know it and you just won't sign the damn papers. It's pissing me off that I am missing out on an incredible education because you are struggling so hard with the fact that you want in my pants and you know that if I go to DAU that could happen."

She lowered her voice a bit.

"Dad, let it happen," she said. "It's OK. The world is changing. I am an adult. Sign the papers and let me go to DAU. I'll personally give you a tour and you can fuck my brains out. You know we both want it. You're lonely. You're horny. I can't fix the first one, but I can fix the second one."

He just stared at her. He wanted to yell at her. Finally he sat back in his chair.

"I'll sign. I don't know about our fucking. Yet. But I am stopping you from your future because of my issues," he said. "I'll sign."

And then we had a pretty spectacular lunch. It turns out he is funny and witty and a little snarky, once the devil was off his shoulder. His whole attitude changed, and he treated us both like adults. It was transformative for them both.

"I'm off this afternoon," said Odelia. "Do you think we could tour the school?" The emotions on Otho's face were all over the place. Finally he answered.

"Yes," he said, in a gutteral voice.

"I'd be happy to take you over after lunch," I said. "I could give you the tour." They both moaned. The new Otho is pretty cool. I'd do him.

Maybe today.

What the hell?

My dad agreed to sign. I wasted no time. He could eSign on my phone and he did before we left lunch. I didn't want the tour to freak him out and, honestly, I really wanted him to fuck me. My dad is a stud.

Maybe we'd both get to play with Ruby too. For some reason, when I had that thought, Ruby hit me with a killer smile. I might have had a little orgasm.

"Would you like a nice one right now?" said Ruby, whispering to me.

"Sure," I said, thinking she was kidding.

She wasn't. I rolled through an incredible orgasm. My dad just looked confused. I think he was concerned I was having a seizure. It was a hell of an orgasm and no one touched me.

Today was going to be fun.

We're off to the school right now. In Ruby's flying car. Dad even let me sit in front. I do love my dad. His life is hard. He is too stubborn to date because he thinks it is a bad influence. Maybe that stance will soften once I'm doing him on a regular basis.

Because I'm going to do just that.

We landed at the school and Ruby led us inside. We got to meet the school president, which was awesome. Ruby clearly carries some weight around here.

Skinny as she is.

"OK," said Ruby. "We've toured everything except the room with the elephant in it. The wrestling room. I think we need to go in. You can just observe, or you can fuck each other, or you can ask others. You know the rules. I'm up for both of you."

Oh hell yes I moaned. So did dad.

Freaking Ruby. She led the way and in the little entry room she stripped and put her clothes in a small locker. She turned around and I think I rolled through two orgasms at the sight. I know Dad gasped.

"Your call," said Ruby. "My preference would be a nice 69 with you Odelia while Otho fucks me doggy style, but that's Otho's third cum. His second is you Odelia. His first we need to get out of the way. I'd suggest you blow him."

OK, emotions were all over the place, but Dad started undressing. I just watched, but he stopped with his shirt off.

Oh. I pulled my shirt off too. Dad just stared. I wiggled out of everything and was naked.

"My God, you're beautiful," said Dad. "I would be honored to take your virginity."

"Sorry, Dad," I said. "You're about four years too late for that." I wasn't sure how he'd react.

He laughed.

"We have wasted too much time," he said. He took my hand and led me into the room. There were people everywhere doing some pretty amazing things. We found a spot and Ruby had Dad lay down.

"I'm not very experienced with blowjobs," I said.

"No problem," said Ruby. "I'll demonstrate." She hopped up and came back with a teenage boy and had him lie next to Dad. Then she put on a clinic and I followed along. She even taught me how to deep throat.

"You boys can kiss," said Ruby. "We like that." Which is how I first saw my dad making out with a teenage boy. Dad startled me, and I took the first shots down my throat. I took it all in but held it in my mouth. I know I could kiss it to him, but I had other ideas I drizzled it all back onto his hardening cock and I climbed on board. It was slow and easy, with me bouncing on him while his hands roamed and mine did too. Ruby was doing the same on the boy's cock.

We never did learn his name. Before he left, though, a virginity was lost.

My dad got fucked in the ass and really liked it.

Our family is a lot more fun now.

The staff party

Jessica here. We promised to come back to the staff party. It was one hell of a party. You see this was the first actual experience of all our hires to our world. It can be overwhelming. Twelve thousand students requires almost the same in support to live and go to school. Think about that. Our official tally is 11,345. People that work on the island. Students is over 12,000. Teachers and school related positions, of course, but literally every job required in a small city. There's a shopping area. Restaurants. A dance club. It's really a pretty nice self-contained town.

And we invited 11,345 people to a kickoff party.

Then we invited their families. The funny thing is that we flew in thousands of people to support the party for the people that are going to run the entire town. E-111 after E-111 landed.

Eli kicked off the party and it was important. They'd all heard the can but don't have to speech multiple times before they were hired. They'd heard it again, along with the ages of consent, before they decided to bring any family members to the party. We also made it very clear that the ages of consent no longer required parental approval.

You brought your 7-year-old? Great. Yeah, they're bouncing on Orlando's cock now, while you watch. You need to be OK with that.

I sure as hell am. He's damn good at it.

Not everyone brought someone else, but we still ended up north of 30,000 people. The fact that our infrastructure supported that is a testament to our development teams. A party for 30,000 people requires a lot of preparation. There are tents everywhere. We also brought in tons of boats and waverunners and parasails and more. There is a huge gokart track, but that was planned anyway. It's a long track but can be broken up into sections so we can have a lot of people running at once. We do parties well, so there were signups for everything. Heck we brought in over 100 space capable planes for rides into space. It was just enough.

It took a lot of pilots, but all of us were on the schedule, so not that many flights each. We took you up and gave you a half hour in space. How you filled that time was up to you.

Let's just say the planes needed a good cleaning between flights. Not everyone quite understood the cum in someone rule.

We also made the flights just a little bit of a test. We didn't take families up. Everyone was randomized. You brought your 4-year-old? More power to you, but wave as they get on the space plane, because you're not coming. To my surprise, no one objected to anything. It was one of the most polite and best managed parties I've attended in my long 4 year life.

Stop laughing. I've fucked at more parties than you have.

Guaranteed.

I'm going to pass the pen now. We've let people write their own entries. I've chosen a couple you'll like, I think.

OMG. OMG. OMG.

OMG. My name is Nessie. Yeah, yeah, make your Loch Ness monster jokes. I'm used to them. What the fuck were my parents thinking? I guess I should describe myself. It appears to be a thing. I'm 8. I'm tall for my age, which is still pretty small. Nothing up top at all, but I do have nipples that are pretty big for my size. Both in diameter and how far they pop when they're hard. I love it, not just because they're so sensitive, but because it freaks people out. I like to wear tight shirts. So many people want to look and try not to look. They're really bad at it. Come on folks. I wore the shirt on purpose to entertain you. Look as much as you want.

Particularly given I am partial to white and thin. Not actually transparent, but I'm Hispanic. You know. Dark nipples.

They're kind of obvious. Which is my intent. Nobody enjoys them more than my dad, although mom is pretty enamored with them too. Look but don't touch, which sucks.

But. And it is a big but. Anyone that works on the island can enroll their children in the school.

Feel free to imagine me dancing at the news, with my erect nipples pretty damn visible. In fact let's back up to that day. You see both my parents work here. They encourage it. A family feel. With lots of fucking.

Yay. You see, I lust after my parents. I'm only 8, so nothing quite yet, but close. Let me back up this bus to the night my parents talked to me. They're hilarious. They thought I was so naive. I suppose I am, given that I'm a virgin. I am hopeful to remedy that situation at the party, but my story keeps wandering.

Imagine a dinner at our house. I'm an only child. Too bad. I could have had a brother Bigfoot.

I knew something was up because we were having my favorite dinner. French toast with fried eggs. Not only is it a lot of work, but Mom and Dad don't really like it.

Something was up.

We sat down for dinner and they kept looking at each other. Finally Mom started.

"Honey," she said. "We have something to share. We both got new jobs. We won't be moving, but it does involve you moving to a new school."

"As long as it is a Dionysus school," I said, "I'm in."

Well now. Look at those smiles.

"They're opening a school on San Clemente Island, which they own now," said Dad. "There will be over 12,000 students living there. You'd join the school."

"Well that's certainly going to improve my ninth birthday party," I said, to their shock. "Don't worry, I'm a virgin. For now. You know I'm going to spend all my free time in the wrestling room, right?"

"This is a new side of you," said Mom. I admit I laughed.

"You happily buy me semi-sheer shirts that are too small for me," I said. "Surely you understand why I like them."

They both looked so shocked.

"Why?" asked Dad. I laughed again. Even Mom smiled.

"You're sitting across the table from me," I said. "You're struggling, like you always do, because you so want to stare at my fabulous nipples. Now you don't have to hide it. You can even be in the wrestling room when I lose my virginity."

Well that left them speechless. Until they both moaned.

"But only if you're naked and regularly take advantage of the wrestling room, with the students," I said.

"Why do you care?" said Mom. "That's an odd request."

"Because on my ninth birthday we're going to celebrate by Dad fucking me and you helping," I said. It stunned them a bit. I was going for that.

Then they moaned again.

"Are you just trying to shock us?" asked Mom.

"Sure, but with the truth. I'm horny as heck," I said. "I'll be a regular in the wrestling room. I can't wait! When do I get to see the campus?"

"Tomorrow," said Dad. "There is a welcome party for all the employees and their families. There should be almost 30,000 people there."

"And the party is under Dionysus rules?" I asked. "Yeah", they both responded, and Mom even said jinx.

Then she sat on Dad's lap, facing him and pulled off her shirt. She kissed him while he twisted her nipples and I got to see my mom cum for the first time. Not that it was her first time. You get it.

"That was bold," I said.

They both just shrugged.

"Tomorrow you can watch us fuck," said Mom. "And I am so hopeful that your dad can finally fulfill a fantasy and be in the middle of a train. You see, a train is..."

I held up a hand.

"I know what a train is. I have internet," I laughed. "Good to hear you have an interest, Dad, and that you support him, Mom. Are you bi too?"

"Yes," they both said, and this time Dad got it out. I don't know what came over him, but he stood up and dropped his pants and sat back down and waved Mom over.

"We shouldn't," said Mom. "OK, just this one time."

I guess tonight is the night I get to watch them fuck. Mom pulled Dad into the living room and had him lay on his back. Then she pulled all her clothes off too.

This seems like a good time to introduce them. Mom is Paula. She's 27. She had me young. She's an athlete and runs in marathons. She's medium-height and thin, with a runner's body, and what I now know are simply gorgeous B cup breasts. I know the source of my amazing nipples too.

Nice, Mom.

Dad is Adrian. He's 28. Do the math. They were in high school when I was born, but they've worked hard. Dad is average height and fairly muscular. He works out. He has a wonderful 7-inch (18 cm) thin cock. Uncut. I didn't know that fifteen minutes ago. Now I do.

"The best position for your first time is cowgirl. You need plenty of foreplay, but I don't right now," said Mom. "I am as horny as I have ever been."

"Just wait," I said. With that I pulled my top off and shimmied out of my shorts. I sat on the couch, facing them, with my legs open. They couldn't take their eyes off of me.

"I don't know," said Mom.

"It's OK, Mom," I said. "Only this one time in our apartment and I'm too young to join in. But I can watch while I masturbate."

With that I started twisting my left nipple and slid a finger, then two, in my pussy. They shifted into a position that they could both watch and Mom slid down on Dad's cock.

Nice. Tomorrow is going to be amazing. I sure hope this whole be direct thing is real. I have my eye on...

No, I won't ruin the surprise.

Maybe someone will narrate the party, but it was amazing. Imagine your fantasy world as an 8-year-old, then make it a world where you could make many, if not all, your own decisions. I was lucky enough to win the lottery to take a driving lesson during the party.

And got my license. That was cool and all, but not the highlight of my day.

I'll pass the pen and come back to tell my story.

What the hell just happened?

I was just a point man. It could have been any of us. Apparently I am also the mayor of Eliville, off the coast of Los Angeles. Eliville. And I'm Eli. Weird.

It is quite nice. I have a big office in the largest apartment tower. I have a gorgeous home on the beach that I share with Xiomara, and we'll soon plan our wedding, and I get more sex than a porn star. Usually with Xiomara.

Always with Xiomara. Not that we have to, but good lord, she's funny, gorgeous, and amazing in every way.

We're soulmates.

Now, always with Xiomara does not preclude others. Who doesn't like a good threesome, or foursome, or orgy? There are now over 17,000 kids in the schools, counting the kids of the employees. Over 30,000 live on the island.

We've got some serious fun going on. But I have no fucking clue what I am doing. Everything seems to be bumbling along, but I feel like I should know what is going on. So I reached out to someone that has lived this.

Luna. I got a smiley face and the number 20.

I had no idea what that meant. Now I know what it meant.

She arrived at 20 minutes. On the dot. With Timmy.

Wow.

"I'm hungry. Is there a sushi place? If the answer is yes, do you like sushi?" asked Luna.

"Yes and yes," said Xiomara. "Although all the restaurants here offer a number of alternative selections. Let's take a cart over." We all got in the cart with Xioamara. We're not far from town, so we zipped right over. It's fairly early lunch for us, dinner for them. I'm hopeful that dessert will be fun.

Luna and Timmy laughed.

Oh boy.

"You're quite powerful," said Xiomara. Timmy and Luna laughed.

"He doesn't know how powerful you are, does he?" asked Luna. Xiomara laughed and shook her head no.

"Are you OK?" asked Timmy. "If there was abuse, we can help." Xiomara smiled.

"You're very thoughtful," said Xiomara. "But there was no abuse. I'm a precocious girl who led her friends astray. Then I ended up here, engaged to Eli. I don't have anything against my parents, but they ran a cancer charity and freaking looted it. Not very nice people. They deserve what they got. Me? I'm living in paradise with the love of my life. I'm good."

I just sat there smiling like the giddy kid I am. Xiomara smiled and took my hand.

Gosh darn, I am a lucky guy. All three of them laughed.

"Yes, you are," said Timmy, reaching out and taking Luna's hand. Their smile to each other would ignite a new sun.

"I'm going to dive right in," I said, after swallowing my first piece of sushi. Just then Luna vibrated through an orgasm. She shrugged.

"I like good sushi. Things I like turn me on," said Luna.

"She likes a lot of things," said Timmy, laughing. All of the sudden his eyes rolled up in his head. I know that look. He is so close, but then calmed down.

Kind of too bad, I would have liked to have seen him cum. Hey, we're naked. Surely you know that. That's when he simply erupted.

Now we all have cum covered sushi. Xiomara laughed and picked up a piece with her chopsticks and ate it.

"Best sauce I've ever had," said Xiomara. The funny thing is that it was wonderful. We put soy sauce on sushi to give it a little saltier taste.

Cum works even better. I think it is a thing now. Hi, I'd like an order of sushi with a side of cum sauce please.

That would definitely be a thing.

"I didn't do that," said Xiomara. "Did you do that, Luna?" I have no idea what Xiomara is talking about, but Luna shook her head no. Xiomara looked at me.

"Did you think that you wished he had cum and picture him doing it?" asked Xiomara. How the fuck?

"Yes," I said. "Pretty much just like it happened." All three of them started laughing.

"He's more powerful than he realizes," said Luna. "Much more."

Then they explained it all to me.

"We'll go for a nice night flight over the ocean tonight," said Xiomara. "We still don't fly openly."

"What are you talking about?" I said. "We fly all the time." All three of them slowly shook their heads no. Xiomara looked around to make sure no one was looking.

And floated about 3 inches off her chair, then sat back down.

"Oh come on," I said. "Funny and I don't know how you did it, but you're trying to say I can fly. Yeah, right."

"Look at Xiomara," said Luna. Well, that's an order I can get behind.

"Now imagine her having a mild orgasm. Just mewing through it," said Luna. This is stupid, so I imagined Xiomara cumming so hard that she fell out of the chair.

Xiomara came so hard she fell out of the chair. She finally calmed down and got back into her chair.

"Did you imagine a small orgasm and just can't control it yet or is that exactly what you imagined?" asked Xiomara. Surely she doesn't mean what I think she means.

"It was exactly like I imagined," I said. They all laughed.

"Even the falling out of the chair?" asked Timmy. I nodded.

They all laughed.

"Maybe not in the restaurant, dear," said Xiomara, just as someone came up to mop up the floor. My imagination included an impressive squirt, some of which is dripping off Luna's left breast. Oh, not anymore.

Timmy just licked it off.

I think I have things to learn.

I like cowboy hats

OK, a little of that is a sentimental streak. It was fun! I decided to see if I could make cowboy hats a thing. Or maybe just hats. Doesn't have to be a cowboy hat. In our world, it would be a singular accessory. Meaning it would usually be the only thing you have on.

That works. I guess I didn't mention this is Rylee.

I remind you of ride'em cowboy. It is quite a mental image, isn't it?

And I knew the earthquake would register. I just liked losing. I kind of like Chip too. Not sure what's there but having fun. He's going to be my partner on hats, at least for some of the trips.

Right now we're heading to Salmon, Idaho. Population 3,112. I looked.

Wikipedia, of course. Then I did a donation to Wikipedia. I used PayPal, but had it come out of my bank account. The credit card fees would have been pretty significant.

I donated $200 million to Wikipedia. Where else would I look? It's how we run our country. It took me awhile because PayPal just didn't like a number that large. Next time I will find a better way. OK, I admit, I wrote a little script to make it all happen.

$10,000 at a time. I randomized currencies, just for fun.

It's been on CNN and other networks all week. Speculating. Of course I did it anonymously. A flood of donations from around the world. Yeah, spoofed that too. There was suspicion it is from Dionysus.

Understandably.

Back to Salmon, Idaho. Jaxonbilt Hats. From what I see on their website, I love their hats. Roy is his name and he has a partner, Bernice. Bernice is actually based in Queensland, Australia. We'd go visit Bernice, too. You see, they're on the cusp of growth. They even say it on their website. My proposal is to be a silent investor. The second part of the proposal is to open stores in every Gamma resort.

They clearly couldn't make them fast enough, so another idea was an apprenticeship program. We'd provide the apprentices if Roy and Bernice would train them. It would all be done under their guidance and approval. It would be slow going because the training is lengthy.

Which is why this afternoon, Chip and I are going to go buy a house in Hope, Idaho on Lake Pend Orielle. A nice 6/7 on 21 acres. Just 13,000 square feet.

Just. Plenty of room to add more cottages if we want. It's brand new. A builder decided a $20 million spec home would be a good idea. It wasn't. It had been on the market for almost two years and had started at $30 million.

Oops. Then again, I will be their dream come true, because I'll be fair. Our real estate team says they have close to $17 million in it, plus carrying costs.

Oops. Again.

The lake is amazing. Over 40 miles long and over 1,000 feet deep. The Navy still has a small base and does testing of their acoustic equipment in the deep sections.

And I am going to completely fuck with them.

I could tell you all about the hats and the meeting, but it was a meeting about hats. It went well. I like Roy a lot. Not feeling it in the way you're imagining, but he's got a good life here in Idaho and I can help his business grow. That's a win!

It is just too much fun

OK, we're early, so I'm going to fuck with the military first. Maybe not my best move, but what the hell. I'm Rylee. I raise hell in a cowboy hat. Right now, I'm wearing The Preacher. Feel free to check it out on their website. I rock it. Mine is in a rich brown.

I'll rock it more when I don't have these pesky clothes on.

We flew up to Hope in my S-88. Damn nice little plane, with a few extra features. I hovered over the lake and scanned everything. I had to laugh. The US government is testing technology that is literally generations behind ours. And by generations, I mean human generations, not technology generations. As in hundreds of years.

Think Star Trek.

Now realize the Star Trek imagined tech was bogus compared to our real tech.

Anyway. I have a clear 3-D picture of the lake. I can see where the sonar array is, but what surprised me is that there is a submarine in the lake and not a small one. The plane couldn't identify it and asked permission to do a deep search.

Fuck yeah.

Interesting. A new Idaho-class. Only 175 feet long, but with the same 34 foot beam of the Virginia class. It appears to be diesel-electric. How very, well, American.

Let's go visit them.

That's one of the cool parts of the S-88.

"Have you ever gone underwater in an S-88?" I asked, of Chip.

"Until you picked me up in yours, I'd never been in an S-88," he said, laughing.

"This is fun," I said. I lowered the plane and actually set it onto the water.

Then we dove. Yep. Fully capable of underwater travel and a hell of a lot more capable than that new sub. I stayed away from them for a bit and we just looked around. Not much going on down deep, but it was beautiful. I turned and headed over to the Navy base.

Then I uncloaked.

And the son of a bitch shot at me. A freaking torpedo.

I let them watch it for a bit, then I vaporized it with my ion gun.

And they shot another. And another. I finally got on the radio, on their frequency. At this distance, it will work.

"Dude, those things are a million bucks a piece," I said. "You sure you want to keep firing them at me? I'll just keep vaporizing them."

So they fired out of all four tubes.

Don't fuck with me, even when I am fucking with you. I took control of them and turned them around.

Right back where they came from.

I waited pretty late to vaporize them.

"You do it again and I might not stop them," I said. "This is a freaking public lake. You can't go shooting at people. It's just not polite."

"Who the fuck are you?" said a voice that was clearly more senior.

"Do you have underwater emergency hatch?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Open the outer door," I said. "We'll be there in a couple minutes."

"Huh?" they said. Ain't he the one with words.

"Just do it," I said, in my stern Rylee voice.

"Door open," they said. "But armed guards will be on the other side."

"Can you coach them to be a little less trigger happy than the torpedo dude?" I asked.

They didn't answer. Chip and I both had our earrings on, so we went into the airlock in the back of the plane. It's a little tight. Sorry, Chip, now you'll meet these people with a hardon. The outer hatch opened, and the water flooded in. It's a little freaky the first time, but Chip and I have gone diving a lot. Our earrings put up a little force field, so we don't even get wet. We didn't even change. Shorts and T-shirts. There are propulsion units in our shoes. We don't actually need them, but without them it is a little hard to explain the whole flying underwater thing. We aimed ourselves at their open hatch and had the outer hatch closed in moments. The water pumped out and they opened their side.

To find two kids, dressed in street clothes, completely dry.

That seemed to confuse them. One of the enlisted men whispered to the officer in charge.

"No, I don't think they're witches," said the officer.

"We might be," I said. "You just never know. How else would you explain the dry clothes?"

"I would predict that your earrings can generate a force field," she said. Yeah, she. Ain't that cool.

"Sure, we'll go with that," I said. They do, but neither Chip nor I need the earrings. Are you following? But then our clothes get wet. Which is why we normally dive naked.

It also allows for other activities under water.

We had a nice chat with the crew, and they agreed that next time they wouldn't shoot first. Which is good, since I love this lake and so will Bob and we'll be underwater in it a lot.

Off to see the house

That was fun, but time to go. We swam out of their hatch and back into the plane. I think it confused the real estate agent though. He was standing out on the dock when we surfaced. Then we flew over him and landed on the lawn.

I'm sure it happens at most showings, right?

The impressive thing is that it didn't shake him at all. He's also young. You might have a suspicion they knew who we were. We came down the stairs and he completely ignored everything he just saw.

Well played.

"Hi," he said. "Welcome to your new home."

"That was cheesy, dude," I said, and he laughed.

"It's our company's tag line," he said. "We're required to say it."

"Well, I like a man that follows orders," I said. Well, I do. Hopefully, it is Tad. Tad is 19 and works for his mom, who owns the property and the real estate company. You've lived this story before.

"So if I buy it, are you more interested in christening it with Rylee or me," said Chip. Way to break out there, Chip.

"Yes," said Tad, with a huge grin.

Thank goodness we love the house. It is truly amazing. Tad, eh, maybe not that amazing. Enthusiastic and unskilled. The people that were going to be apprentices here are going to need to help him up his game.

Chip, on the other hand, was amazing. We've both realized this is more FWB than soulmates, but the F is the most operative letter in that acronym. I like Chip a lot and who knows what will develop.

Now the hats? They're amazing.

Tad? There is potential there.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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