28 December 2020

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To the Drag strip

Orlando here. I cannot believe this, but I hadn't been drag racing in a long time. Way too long. So tonight we had a group going to the drag strip in Orlando. It was busy so we wouldn't get a lot of runs in, but it would be fun.

Orlando you ask. Not me, the city. OK maybe you didn't but I'll tell you anyway. We like to go to Magic games. The Magic are in Orlando which meant we were in Orlando so that's why we were going drag race there.

We had some interesting cars including a few that Lawrence had enhanced. It was going to be fun to see what they could all do.

Mom had a new tuned E63S wagon and that can't possibly surprise you. Lawrence had modified it with a hybrid powertrain, stealing bits and pieces from other cars. Then he installed a 2 megawatt ion power generator.

Mom's goal was to break into the low eights. At least that's what she said. I know her. She wanted to hit the sevens. She wanted to break a 180 mph trap speed too.

Nothing else we were driving would come close and they'd all be faster than anything at the track. Mom even had a full roll cage. The track people were going to flip out, but she was legal. You should see the tires on that thing. On all four wheels. After all it was all wheel drive. 325/30-19 all around. Yes, it has a wide body kit. The thing is fierce.

Morgan brought a Mercedes One. No Project in the title anymore. It's even painted like her F1 car, with the number.

No one will realize that is her F1 car. Not in this crowd.

Blake had the Aventador SV which was one of his favorites. Leslie brought an S63. That was hilarious. A big Mercedes sedan. You go girl. Lawrence enhanced it too, a bit. The roll cage might be a giveaway, but it is subtle.

I won't list all the cars, but it was quite a group. Most were at our Orlando house already. Dad and cars. OK, me and cars. Dad's been busy. I've been buying too.

I brought a Focus RS, too. Not a normal one either. Another Lawrence special. Mom was going for sevens. I was much more modest. High eights at best. Yeah. Roll cage and fire suit. OK, maybe low eights. Mom's faster. I know it.

We were going to attract some attention. All in, we arrived with 16 cars. I had to laugh because they put Mom and me in the streetcar lane.

Sure. Perfect for us. We would have ended up next to each other, but Mom swung behind me. Even better. I'd run and then she would run. There were four cars ahead of me. I was lined up next to a Mustang GT and he couldn't stop talking about all his mods. You know I just let him. Not to be rude, but because more power to him. He's proud of what he has done. It's a nice setup. Of course, I let him show it to me.

I'm friendly that way. Oh God. More power to him. I'm telling Dad.

Mom was lined up against a newer Corvette ZR1 which is one hot car. A C7, not C8. Not hot enough but you get the idea.

We got to the line and I warmed up the tires. The guy in the Mustang looked over at me and laughed. I didn't react. I would have the last laugh.

8.4 seconds at 159.88.

Gosh. His 12.3 at 114 wasn't quite as fast now was it. I got waved into tech review which I expected. I would be fine. I had a full roll cage and was wearing an approved helmet and a full fire suit. You would have thought Mustang guy would have noticed the fire suit.

I did ask them to wait because I wanted to watch my mom. The fact that it was my mom in a station wagon made all the tech guys laugh and yes they were all men.

Then she ripped off a run of 6.351 at 214.1. A run that would have won the pro stock class at the last nationals.

Holy shit. The crowd went absolutely wild. Of course she got waved into tech review as well. The looks we both got when she took off her helmet were hilarious. Let's face it even in a fire suit, Mom looks great. I'd fuck her today. Again.

They asked us to pop the hood on both cars. It seemed to confuse them that neither car had an engine. Blank space. That's it. The small ion generator was under the rear floor in both cars and the drive motors were quite small.

They all just turned and stared at us.

"You didn't notice they were both silent?" I asked.

They were really confused. Their rules didn't really focus on electric cars. Certainly not ion-powered electric cars. They saw an occasional Tesla, but kind of pretended they didn't.

They were going to ban us. Mom was not having any of that. She just wasn't. She wasn't mad, or yelling, she was firm. Firm Mom is kind of terrifying. It is.

Particularly when you're tied to the bed with scarves and she's in leather and holding a whip.

But that might not be this story.

Yet. Once Firm Mom comes out, look out. I had some trepidation because everyone else was flying home after we raced. Mom and I were having some mother/son time.

OK you need more of the picture. Black leather crotchless panties. A black leather bra that was really just a strap below her incredible breasts. Fishnet stockings, with leather garter belts. A custom whip with a large blue diamond at the end of the handle. Her hair in a ponytail, tied with a string of leather.

You'd let her do anything she wanted, particularly when the orders were in Firm Mom voice.

I know she has the outfit. She has it at every house.

My fucking story

Amy here. Yes, I was using my Firm Mom voice. I'm small. It is hard to be intimidating. I did fuck with them though. The owner came over and he was arguing with me. I knew the rules better than he did and that just pissed him off again.

But I was hot. Really hot. Full fire suit hot. So while he was babbling some shit, I unzipped the suit and shimmied out of it.

He stopped talking.

I was wearing small cheer shorts and a sheer sports bra. OK, the cheer shorts were sheer too. Neither were sheer when I put them on.

Hot. Fire. Suit.

It went from him yelling and the rest of his crew jabbering to silence, at least around us.

I needed that short delay. Finally Orlando showed me his phone. Deal done.

"I am calling your loan," I said, to the owner. "Effective immediately. I'll need the payment tonight."

He stared and laughed. Oh I hate it when they laugh. The timing was perfect though because an S-88 floated down from the sky. I normally don't do this, but he was a dick.

A young man came out of the plane carrying an envelope. He walked up to our group and I nodded towards Dick man.

"Is your name Dick man?" asked the young man. Dick man confirmed that was him. Yes, he has a name, but it doesn't matter and no I didn't really call him Dick man. Tempted though I was.

"You've been served," said the young man and handed him the papers. "You have 15 minutes to pay the loan or vacate the property." Another man overheard and grabbed the paper and started reading it.

"I'm his attorney," said Reader man. Yeah, I'm ornery at this point. He asked me my name and I confirmed it. He turned to the turd. OK, Dick man. Is that better?

"These are all in order. She owns the bank. The bank is calling the loan," said Reader man. They both turned to me and did the whole up/down thing. OK, my almost bare breasts were a distraction at this point. Orlando took off his t-shirt and handed it to me. I pulled it on, and it was a dress for me. It also stank, given he wore a similar fire suit, but I'll survive.

I'm not sure my covering up helped that much. Every single person was staring at Orlando's chest. I get it. I stare at it too.

When he is tied to the bed.

Later. Oh yeah. We're doing that.

"Now, would you like to discuss your rules for our cars in a more reasonable way?" I said. His attorney nodded. We actually had a pleasant conversation, particularly after I reminded him that our times were going to get serious publicity. I also mentioned we both had race cams and he could put the recordings on their website. We came to quick agreement that we were legal.

I held out my hand for the papers. Once I had them, it tore them in half and handed them back.

Then we got back on the track. Orlando needed his t-shirt back. I pulled it off my head. I appreciated the gasps but come on. It's a sports bra.

"Mom," said Orlando, pointing at me. I looked down.

Oh. I'd pulled off the sports bra with the t-shirt. Yeah, givin' them a show. I pulled the bra out of the t-shirt and handed the shirt to Orlando. I threw the bra in the trash, to another gasp, and stepped into my suit. Just as I was turning around, I noticed the attorney pull my bra out of the trash, smell it, and put it in his pocket.

Eww. Or is that a compliment? I was tempted... The attorney is cute.

No. I can control myself. I have fun waiting for later. The sexy AF guy that just called me Mom.

Anyway. Back to the track. My first time was just to make a point and clear the way for a real run. Come on. Who shows their best on the first run? The first run was the car loafing. Barely moving, so to speak. The part that was going to confuse everyone was that I could even run in a stock class. You can go into a Mercedes dealer and purchase one of these. It's off the charts expensive and only offered to Gamma members. That donate over a billion to charity. Annually.

Kind of a short list of people. Warren and Bill both have one. I doubt they drive it. I gifted them when they met the qualifications.

Oops. I mentioned Gamma members. Well...

So back to the run. I am going to set the fastest quarter mile time ever. Anywhere. Any car. Faster than those skinny Top Fuel dragsters. I am going to obliterate the record.

Top Fuel only runs 1,000 feet now, not a quarter, which works here too. I did tell them that it would likely be a record setting run and that I should run alone. I had my dashcam and we had a dozen cloaked drones. We were going to have video. They were going to measure 1,000 feet and a quarter.

I admit I did better than expected.

3.32 seconds at 503 mph. Once I got rolling, it scooted. It was a bit mind-bending, but that's why my fire suit is so hot. It's also a full compression suit, like Leslie used to wear in the F-22. Except smaller, lighter and sexier.

Well, it is. It does need an air conditioner. I'm talking to Lawrence.

Orlando says the crowd went wild. They waved me back on the track and I got out at the start and pulled off my helmet.

The crowd was deafening. I'm little. I have bright red hair. An occasional picture or two of me has been published.

They knew who I was.

But we weren't done. Orlando is up. Remember my first record setting time of the night? 6.351 at 214.1. Orlando ran a 5.85 at 239.

You can't show everything in the first run.

We should do this more often

I'll bet my mother/son time is better than your mother/son time. Everyone else had places to be. Yeah, sure. Privacy. Got it. Mom and I were driving our cars to the house. Yeah, street legal, but we wouldn't be on the street.

If you thought our quarter mile times startled them...

We walked back over to our cars and my belief is that Mom might still be a bit warm.

This was supported by my observation that she stripped out of the fire suit, and the panties, and threw them in the backseat. Oops. No. The panties fell to the ground.

We lose a lot of clothes.

Mom got in, pull on her seat belt and flew off. Literally. Floated up and shot off like a rocket. I saw movement and the attorney ran over and picked up Mom's panties. He pressed them against his face and took a deep breath, and then put them in his pocket. I walked over, still with my fire suit at my waist and a bare chest.

It is a bit of a test.

The look I got was lust. Serious lust.

Oh goody.

"Excuse me," I said. "Do you have a pen?" He smiled and offered me a Sharpie. Even better. I took the Sharpie and unzipped more of my fire suit and shimmied out of it. I just stood for a moment, in the underwear. He took in the view. My cock was pretty visible and very hard. He moaned.

And the girl that just walked up did too. She looked just like a small, girl version of him.

Yeah, she moaned. Maybe 10?

I turned her hand over and wrote our address and 10 am.

"Meet us here, at 10 am, for a full day of fun," I said. "Any other family members?"

They both shook their heads no.

"Did you just invite us to spend a day of sexual fun with you and your mom?" asked the girl. I smiled.

"You both seem nice. My mom and I would love to spend the day with you and your dad," I said, not quite answering the question.

They looked at each other.

And moaned.

Yeah, right call.

I didn't mean to flash them

I really didn't. Amy, of course. When I pulled the shirt off, the bra must have gotten stuck.

Then again, I honestly don't care. They're breasts. Enjoy the view. We both landed at the house and parked in the garage and went inside. You're expected Orlando to immediately bend me over the couch, but we had more important things to do.

We desperately need showers. I led the way into the master bedroom.

Where Pari was waiting. In her leather outfit. See the description above and now picture Pari in the outfit instead of me.

You came didn't you? I'll bet you did.

Our night was simply spectacular. Pari's ideas were certainly innovative. Who knew you could do that with an InstantPot?

Kidding. Now that crop she was holding...

We wore Orlando out, which forced me, yes forced me, to spend time with just Pari. God I love that young woman. I do. You know it. We finally fell into bed, on each side of Orlando, who was snoring away. You're picturing it, aren't you? All three of us, naked.

Nothing you can imagine matches reality.

We didn't know what to expect

We had no idea what we had been invited for. I sure hoped and I am pretty sure Dad hoped that it was everything we imagined it would be. After all, we'd seen both of them almost naked already, which is pretty weird all by itself. He did say it would be mostly outdoors, so I'm in conservative khaki shorts and a polo. Dad's about the same, but he has long pants. We have a bag with swimsuits and towels and suntan lotion and the like, just in case. After all, they'll have a pool at a minimum. We pulled up and there was a gate across the street. But there were no walls going either direction from the gate.

Ah, there was a sign that said that the walls were force fields and that if you drove around there would be damage to your car and possibly you.

"Probably bullshit," said Dad, whose name is Kahlil. Did no one mention we are originally from Egypt? He's a freaking God and I'm not so bad for 10. We've felt the attraction for years. Ever since my 9th birthday it has been so hard. We know the rules. Everyone knows the rules.

Dad would have just gone to jail here.

Now I'm 10 and so innocent, right? Even if they found out, we could skate on the fact that I like to walk around without a top a lot. I'm past nipple bumps and almost to puffies. They're pretty fucking sexy. Recently I've added total nudity. Just walk out of my room, usually to the kitchen, grab a drink and head back in. Last night, just before we went to the track, I escalated a bit. I came out to the living room and asked him when we needed to leave. I did it while vigorously drying my hair. The towel on my head was all I had going. I rubbed some more and my little puffies bounced. I'd spread my legs too, and I am pretty sure I opened right up for him. You see, he's in his recliner, and I'm standing right next to him.

He was right at pussy height. I let him drink it in for as long as I thought I could.

I so wanted to masturbate for him. Later, just before bed, I went out to the kitchen again, but didn't turn on my light. When I headed back I noticed Dad's door was ajar, just a bit. I'm pretty sure it wasn't when I headed the other way. Now I was naked still, and went over and peered in. I had a surprisingly clear view of Dad, in the mirror at the bottom of his bed.

He was lying there naked, slowly jacking off. I figured out the angle and stood where I knew he could see me. Then I started fingering myself. Yeah, that got a moan out of him. We timed our strokes, and I went off first. I just vibrated, which seemed to be too much for him. He opened his mouth wide and the first three shots went right into his mouth. He finished and sat up and drizzled the cum back into an empty glass on his nightstand. Then he got up and went into his bathroom.

Is that for me? Oh hell, I hope so. I pushed open his door and quietly went over and picked up the glass and drank it into my mouth. Then I went back to my position. I saw him come back, notice the glass, and smile. He laid back down and realized he could see me again, with two fingers buried in me. Then I opened my mouth and showed him the cum on my tongue. He started getting hard and then I swallowed it. I smiled, had a small orgasm, and walked into my room.

We were so far over the line.

While we were sitting there, the gate opened. Cameras, I'd guess. We drove in and it was a cul-de-sac with three homes. There was a guy with his kid playing basketball in the first driveway, which we passed. They both waved and I waved back. Then we pulled into the driveway of the big house on the end.

The fucking big house. We got out of the car and were just gazing at the house.

"Was that LeBron?" asked Dad.

"Yeah, I think so," I said.

"His house was smaller," observed Dad.

"Yeah," I said. What the fuck.

Just then the door opened, and we looked up and saw Amy, standing in the door, wearing a smile.

And only a smile. She waved and I turned around and LeBron and his son waved back.

This is a fun cul-de-sac.

She waved us inside and Orlando was in the living room all naked and shit.

Standing next to him was a girl about my age. It took me a minute because her outfit threw me. She's wearing leather crotchless panties, which she just spun and showed me are assless too. That is all she is wearing, and she has very nice puffies. She's holding a crop with a blue gemstone at the end of the handle.

That can't be a blue diamond. Can it?

For some reason Pari laughed and nodded. You knew it was Pari, right?

"If we've misread the situation," said Amy. "Please let us know at any time. No means no. We need active consent for anything. I'll show you how to open that up a bit."

She walked up to Pari and Orlando.

"For you all, I have no boundaries," she said. Pari leaned in and kissed her pretty passionately. Then she broke the kiss, spun Amy, and cracked her on the ass with the crop. Then she did the same to Orlando. Not just the ass cracking. The kiss too.

That left a mark. Pari turned to us. She was about to say something but then she smirked and waited.

"For you all, I have no boundaries," I shouted. Oh, Dad shouted it too.

"Jinx!" yelled Dad. Then he looked at me with big eyes.

"Time to pay up," said Pari. Dad swept me up into his arms and gave me an incredible kiss. Passion. Tongue. Incredible. While holding me up by my ass cheeks. He finally set me down.

"Why are you still in clothes?" growled Pari. She waved us into the living room. She laid down on a lounge. She waved Orlando and Amy over, and they laid down beside her, one on each side. She pointed at us, then the end of the lounge.

"Strip for us. Make it sexy," she said. "Touching each other is encouraged."

Oh God.

Dad came over and stood in front of me. He did a squat and put his arms over his head. What? Oh! I pulled his shirt off and then he pulled off mine.

I do not wear bras. He gasped when my shirt was over his head. I looked over and it had made Orlando and Amy smile. Yes, we're on a first name basis now. After all, we're all going to fuck.

Dad stood up and waited. I unbuckled his pants, then opened the clasp and unzipped his zipper. His pants fell to the ground.

Dad was not wearing underwear. I admit, a little gasp came out of my mouth this time. You see, despite all my bravado, I've never seen an erect penis before. At least that close.

I like what I see. I don't know anything about cocks, but Dad's is long and thin compared to what I've searched on the internet. I finally recovered my senses and did a little shimmy to drop my shorts.

I don't favor underwear any more than Dad does. Suddenly we're naked and we were both just standing there.

"Oh," said Amy. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

I am sure my blush covered my entire body. Dad just looked confused.

"OK, we're going to talk," said Amy. "On the floor, crisscross."

Being a kid, I knew what she meant and dropped right down. Dad looked a little confused, but then duplicated my move. His cock bounced, which I admit I liked. A lot. I couldn't stop staring.

Amy, Pari, and Orlando sat like us, right in front of us. Since Amy was already naked, I could see a lot. Pari too. Orlando was wearing a Speedo.

And now he is not. I kept looking back and forth between the two cocks. Hey, you would have too. Orlando's was longer and thicker, but I like them both. Apparently I just like cock.

For some reason Amy laughed.

"Me too," she said. "Me too. But we need to talk. This is your first time. There are no second chances to your first time. What you're about to do is outside the norms of what you know in your society. We want to make sure you'll be OK with this in a year or ten years. We can help make your first time memorable and wonderful, but it is an irreversible decision."

Hell, I know that.

"OK, I appreciate the concern, I really do," I said. "This is not a caught up in the moment decision. This is something that has been brewing for a long time and in your society it wouldn't have been an issue, now would it? I would have been fucking him since my ninth birthday."

"Yes, that's true," said Orlando. "But you didn't grow up in our society. We didn't grow up in our society."

"Let me turn it back to you," I said. "The first time the two of you fucked, there was no Dionysus, was there?"

I could see them hesitate. Amy jumped in. Pari beat her too it.

"That's not a question to ask," said Pari. "You know why it isn't a question to ask. Let me pose a different one. The first time that Bob fucked me, Dionysus existed, but barely. My family joined early, before everyone figured out that Dionysus could even do this. My first time with Bob, just like my first time with Amy, was transcendent, but I wasn't a virgin. Not even close. Regardless of the culture, this is a big deal, so you, and only you, can make this decision."

"She's right," said Dad. "This is a big deal. Maybe even a bigger deal in our society, since kids in theirs appear to be sexually active pretty young."

Amy, Orlando, and Pari laughed.

"You could say that," said Pari, still laughing. "Let me tell you, Jessica and Bill have skills."

"Really?" said Dad. I could see in his mind him imagining it. Almost like I was inside his head.

"Hold up," said Orlando. "Kahlil, you're picturing Jessica and Bill fucking. That's OK, it's wonderful to watch, but tell us exactly how you're picturing it. Trust me."

"Jessica is on her knees, and Bill is fucking her doggy-style. Pari is underneath Jessica, licking them both, and Jessica is licking Pari."

"Yeah, that's a favorite position for us," said Pari. I'll freaking bet.

"Mili," said Orlando. "If I'd asked you what your Dad was imagining, would you have described that exact thing?"

"Yes," I said. "I could see what he was imagining. I know that sounds ridiculous." For some reason, all three of them smiled, really big.

"Soulmates," said all three of them. Then Pari joyously shouted "jinx".

"OK, we'll hold off on payoff, briefly," said Pari. She explained that we could read each other's minds, and usually that meant we were soulmates.

"But I can't be soulmates with my own daughter," said Kahlil. "Although I admit, I believe it. Not the mind-reading part though. That's just silly."

"Do I have your permission to read you?" said Pari. "We can read anyone."

"Sure," laughed Dad.

"Imagine your biggest fantasy. The one you lie in bed at night imagining. Location and everything," said Pari.

Dad squeezed his eyes closed.

"You don't have to think it so hard, just a pleasant memory. Maybe someplace you dream of going," said Pari.

"You're on the deck of a hotel room over the water," said Pari. "It is the Four Seasons in Bora Bora. The water is clear, the day is beautiful. You're naked, laying back on the lounge, and Mili is gently bouncing up and down on your cock. You're using your left hand to tweak her right nipple, and gently stroking her clit with the fingers of your right hand. There is a drink on the side table, probably orange juice. Do I have your permission to finish the vision?"

Dad looked absolutely shocked. Outright stunned. He sat up straighter.

"Yes," he said.

"There is a young man, about Mili's age, standing next to you. He is alternating sliding his cock in your mouth and in Mili's," said Pari. "Oh, now he just came all over both of you, to the delight of you both. This is clearly an idea that you've had often."

A young man around my age.

OK, that was a pretty good moan that slipped through my lips.

"Hajji," I said, halfway between a question and a statement. "God, that's hot."

"It doesn't offend you?" said Dad, clearly fearful.

I didn't directly answer him. I turned to Pari.

"Could we be a trio?" I asked. Pari smiled.

"You're asking the person dating both Bob and Amy," said Pari. Oh, yeah.

"Who is he?" asked Amy.

"Hold up, can we go back to the entire mind-reading thing?" said Dad.

"You can read each other's minds," said Amy. "Probably don't want to share that too widely."

"And you can read everyone," said Dad.

"Yes, but we don't," said Amy. "We don't without permission. That's why Pari asked if she could."

"You want us to believe that you can read minds and voluntarily choose not to," said Dad.

"Yes," said all three. This time Amy said "jinx".

"Damn, those are adding up," said Amy.

"Feel free to pay off," I said. "We'll wait."

So they did. I learned things. The whole world would have learned things. Amy and Pari went off. Repeatedly. From kisses.

Orlando came close. At one point, Amy was lying on top of him and quickly rolled off.

They all laughed.

"We didn't want to waste one," said Amy.

Yeah, I can see that. Dad is surprisingly close from just watching. I can tell.

"Back to the question," said Amy. "Yes, we can. No, we don't. Yes, you can believe that. Let me turn that around. Have you ever, in everything you have read or heard about our country or about us personally, heard a single thing that made you believe what I said wasn't true?"

"No," I said, jumping in. "Your country and everyone in it has clearly established that you care about the world."

Dad's head is just bobbing.

"So back to the question on the table," said Orlando. "Who is he?"

"Hajji," I said, with Dad. Then he said it. He said "jinx".

I pushed him onto his back and laid on top of him and started kissing him. Passionately. I rolled through my first orgasm in seconds.

Then he did too. Just covering my ass and pussy with cum. I reached back while I was kissing him and started stroking him, using his cum as lube. I don't think he even got soft.

Then I slid back, taking him in. It pinched a bit, but I waited, and then I sat up.

And started gently bouncing. This is the most spectacular feeling I have ever felt. The three of them just smiled and watched.

Did I mention that when we'd arrived, they had, with permission, given me a shot? Birth control.

Getting pregnant would have been bad. But it also meant that my first time, Dad could fill me up.

And he did. Then they taught him about cleanup.

They taught me too. After all, he's pretty cum covered too.

I'm pretty sure the direction of our live changed. We finally collapsed, just as someone walked in the door. Naked.

Bill and Jessica.

And Hajji.

All naked.

Dad perked right back up. Imagine that. So we duplicated his vision. Me gently bouncing on his cock. Hajji sliding his cock in and out of Dad's mouth, then mine. Back and forth.

Jessica and Bill gave us tips. That was a little weird, but then they gave us a demonstration, and for some reason that wasn't that weird.

Now I am bent over Dad and Hajji is in my ass. My second fuck of my life, and it included DP.

Just to be clear, that's a good thing. A very, very good thing.

Finally they both pulled out and just covered each other with cum. Oh you thought they'd cum on me.

I admit, I did too, but they appear to be enjoying cleaning each other up. Given I'm watching while Orlando gently makes love to me, I'm pretty accepting of the outcome. This time I did get a load all over me.

>From Bill. A surprising amount of cum.

Which Jessica cleaned off. Quite well. Amazingly well. Then the two of them put on an oral sex clinic. I learned a lot. So did Hajji. No one was more focused than Dad. Yes, yes, he learned, but damn it was hot.

And I thought I'd have just another boring night at the track.

Not this time.

We were finally worn out and Jessica made us all shower. Together. Which proved we weren't quite worn out. Now I was just an observer while Hajji fucked Dad and then Dad fucked Hajji. OK, maybe a little more than an observer. Someone had to do cleanup.

That's when Bill taught us the power of a shampoo. Who knew!

Given he demonstrated on Jessica, who had one continuous orgasm, we got the idea. Once we were all clean and, shocker, dressed, Bill and Jessica took us to Bora Bora. Seriously. They did. To the small cottage over the water that Dad dreams of. After all, it is a Four Seasons.

You do understand the implications, right?

I'm too worn out to narrate the next few days, but just imagine us never leaving the little cottage and never once putting on an article of clothing. Maybe I'll come back and tell the story of the cabana boy.

Outstanding service. Above and beyond. Right?

Right now, I need nothing more than a nap.

Oh wait, Dad has one more in him.

Working at the bodega

Leslie here. I'll be the scribe. Let me catch you back up. Do you remember when Mom met Maryam? The 12-year-old friend of Akira, Camron, and Mona. Maryam came with Akira to visit and Lyra, who is Maryam's mom, stayed behind to work. We haven't met Lyra yet.

Mom, aka Amy, didn't like that. So Chris and I are going to go work in the bodega for the weekend and we're fine with that. You do what you need to do, and whatever it is, Mom thinks we need to do to it, so we do it, and yes, that is a run on sentence that may never stop. It is an important point though. We've been asked to do a job that many would consider beneath us. That's just not a thing in our culture. All jobs are valuable. They just are. Now, Chris and I both believe there should be plenty of people beneath us, but that's just because we love the cowgirl position.

You're welcome. You loved that mental image.

OK. Breathe.

I happen to be naked. So is Chris. So is Mona. Then again, so is Mom, and we're in a plane heading to San Francisco. Now, that's not really a big issue, because we'll stop at the house and get some clothes. No, not Akira's house, and no, not Sequoia's apartment. We went the other way and bought the house on the other side of Akira. Our old house is their house now.

Now, it is a really short flight from Clearwater. Oh, wait, did no one mention this whole weekend was happening in Clearwater, at Mom and Dad's house on campus? It does get confusing. Giant freaking mansion on the water doesn't really help, now does it? We live a weird life. Says the 15-year-old flying her space plane naked.

It's a pretty nice life, let me tell you. I'm flying because Mom and Chris are on the floor in a pretty fierce 69. Mona's on the couch watching and masturbating.

Hey, we had ten minutes. Ya gotta fill the time. Ten minutes is plenty of time to get off. Repeatedly. We're good at it.

We landed on the house and went into the closet room to find clothes.

"Just clothes, girls," said Mom. "If we get close to the closet carpet, we'll lose the weekend."

Chris, Mona and I all laughed. As stupid as that sounded, the risk was pretty high. The closets have the softest damn carpet.

We're all dressed simply now. I'm in khaki shorts and a polo. Chris is in an adorable sundress. Mom's in a sundress too, but damn. Yeah, damn. The funny thing is that it is a reasonably conservative dress. Nothing showing. No cleavage. Mona is Mona. In a little romper and freaking stunning.

Damn. Again. It still applies.

We got to the bodega just as Lyra did. It had to be Lyra. She could be Maryam's identical twin. Not that many years apart, right? Once this all settles down, Hunter, Hallie, and I are having the twins. If there is an interest, of course.

Apparently twins turn me on. Oh. Yeah.

We let her open the door and waited a moment and walked in. She'd just gone behind the counter and set her purse under the counter.

"Good morning, we're just opening up," she said, still looking down. "How can I help you?" That's when she looked up. Mom in the middle. Me on the left. Chris on the right. Her eyes were just moving from one of us to the next. As fast as she could. Then she gathered herself. Then she realized Mona is with us.

"If you're interested in coffee, I'm about to put a fresh pot on," said Lyra, walking over to the coffee machine. I walked over with her.

"Can you show me how to use that?" I asked. "Chris and I are here to cover your shifts so you can go with Mom."

Her head whipped around, and she stared for a second and laughed.

"So two princesses from Dionysus, one the Minister of Defense, and the other the Prime Minister, are going to cover my shifts so that I can leave with the Queen," said Lyra.

"Yes," I said. You expected four people shouting yes and a jinx, didn't you? Sometimes it isn't the time.

"Is Maryam OK?" she asked, clearly concerned. This time we forgot and all four said yes. Mom laughed and said jinx.

"Do you mind if they pay up?" asked Mom, all innocent and shit. Lyra's eyebrows went up and she nodded. Mom put a lot into those kisses. She was smart though and didn't push me over. Shorts, right? It would have been messy.

Mona was next and it clearly affected Lyra. Hell it affected me.

Chris is in a sundress. Chris does not favor panties. Mom did not limit herself.

"Where can I find a bucket and mop?" I asked. Lyra is a bit catatonic but pointed into the storeroom.

Mom's kisses are legendary.

"Well that was fun and all," said Lyra. "But I need to get to work." She motioned to a couple customers that came in the door. They both greeted her by name. She went over and took care of them and I went and watched her on the register. Pretty simple. They left, leaving us momentarily alone with Lyra.

"OK," said Mom. "Here's the deal. Maryam is at our house in Clearwater. There are a lot of people there. It is pretty wild, but everything is your decision. Maryam would love it if you joined her, and yes, I mean joined her. We're friendly to our family in our culture."

Lyra laughed.

"Given you just made your own daughter squirt from the orgasm caused by your kiss, I inferred that," said Lyra, with a smile. Which was why we were all laughing when a customer came in. A truly gorgeous man.

"Hi, Lyra," said the man. He got himself a cup of coffee. I went over and checked him out and he was clearly disappointed by that. He turned and he so wanted to talk to Lyra, but with us there you could see him deflate.

"Oh good grief," said Chris. She walked over to him and stuck out her hand.

"I'm Chris," she said. "That's my sister, Leslie," pointing at me.

Still nothing.

"This is our mother, Amy," said Chris, putting her arm around Mom. That's when the lightning bolt of recognition hit. We saw every emotion, from surprise, to acceptance. What surprised me is the one emotion we didn't see. Lust. That's kind of rare around Mom. Then he glanced over at Lyra, and a new emotion flickered across his face really fast. You had to be watching to catch it. Certainly lust, but with an undertone.

Love.

I looked over at Lyra, and she's in a trance. Finally he stammered out that his name is Gordon.

"Oh good grief," repeated Chris. She grabbed Gordon's hand and dragged him over to Lyra.

"Listen," said Chris. "What I am doing is so fucking wrong and so fucking right."

I couldn't stop laughing when both Lyra and Gordon said "language".

But I heard it. By his expression, Gordon heard it too. It was really soft. Softer than a whisper.

"Jinx," said Lyra. She actually shocked herself saying it.

Chris sighed. And waited. We all waited. Lyra looked at Chris, clearly unsure what to do. Gordon was wearing the dumbest ass smile. Hopeful. It was all about hopeful.

Finally Lyra came closer and gave him a quick peck. Worst kiss ever, but it made him happy.

"OK come on," said Chris. "That's not a kiss. This is a kiss." She turned to me and gave me her best effort.

Well now I have to change. Mom laughed and pulled out fresh shorts from her purse and handed them to me.

"You just knew it was going to happen at some point," laughed Mom. Completely not thinking, I changed shorts. In the store. With Lyra and Gordon watching. Wait, no, not true. Lyra watched.

Gordon never took his eyes off Lyra.

"You two don't get it, do you?" I said. "Lyra, there should be no more evidence to you than the fact that I just bared my pussy to Gordon, and I'll bet he doesn't even know it since he was entirely focused on you." Gordon laughed.

"Full disclosure, I have really good peripheral vision," he said, which led to all five of us laughing our asses off, just as an older couple came in. Chris ran behind the counter and helped them. We heard them on the way out. The man was arguing that it was Chris, and the woman was scoffing at the idea.

"Hey folks," shouted Chris, and they turned around. That's when Chris pointed at Mom and me. The woman laughed.

"I stand corrected," said the woman, and they disappeared out the door. I love the couple, though. Just as the door closed, we all watched, through the window, while she said something to him and then squeezed his hard cock through his pants. We saw them leave, at speed.

Go get some, folks. They should have stayed though. Mom might have invited them.

Missed opportunities, but I'm pretty sure they're happy.

I turned back just as Gordon took a deep breath.

"Lyra, I've held this in since the first day you started working here," said Gordon. "I have really strong feelings for you. Would you consider having dinner with me?"

The fact that Lyra moaned seems encouraging.

"I'd love to," she said. "Maryam is away for the weekend too, but I have to work until 6."

"No, you don't," said Mom, firmly.

"Oh come on," said Lyra. "I can't turn the store over to two kids, no matter who they are."

"Sure you can," said Mom. "We own it."

"You own this particular Circle K," said Lyra.

"Not exactly," said Mom, with a sheepish grin. What the fuck did Mom buy?

"We own Couche-tard," said Mom. "The parent company."

"They own over 15,000 of these!" said Lyra. Mom just shrugged.

"And when did you buy it?" said Lyra. Mom had the same sheepish grin.

"About an hour ago," said Mom, laughing.

Lyra was thoughtful for a moment.

"You bought a multi-national corporation, so I could go to a party?" said Lyra.

This time just Chris and I got "yes" out. Lyra and Gordon seemed to enjoy the payoff. I sure as hell did.

Mom handed me a third pair of shorts and pointed at the rest room.

That's when Lyra and Gordon moaned with disappointment. So I changed in front of them. The tenor of their moans changed.

"So I have some choices for you," said Mom. "We're having a pretty big party at our house in Clearwater. I was here to pick up Lyra, at Maryam's request. That's still on the table, and if you want, Lyra, Gordon can come too. Our parties are pretty wild though. Another option is that you can tell me your favorite city in the world, and you can spend a glorious weekend there, on me. Hotel, food, everything. For that matter, you can do both. This weekend choose one, and next weekend, choose the other."

"But the party is this weekend," said Gordon. Yeah, all three of us laughed.

"There's a pretty wild party at Mom and Dad's on just about any day that ends in Y," said Chris. It took them both a moment, but then they both moaned.

"We're big believers in honesty in budding relationships," I said. "Neither of you have to answer, but I'll ask a few questions to set the tone. Lyra, your moans implied that you enjoy the sight of a woman in addition to a man. Correct?"

She hesitated, and then answered.

"I'm curious," she said.

"Gordon, do you have an interest in men too? We've established your fondness for pussy," I said, which made us all laugh. Gordon was clearly conflicted. Lyra jumped in.

"I'd be OK with it," she said. He smiled really big.

"I'm curious," he said, smiling.

"Now that was the perfect answer, and a great outcome," I said. "So let's keep going. Do you both understand the basic concepts of our world? That love and sex overlap, but are distinct, and that having sex with a lot of partners strengthens a relationship rather than weakening it. And trust me, all three of us know from considerable experience."

They both hesitated. I suspect they were both imagining us naked and doing things. Fun things.

"We also believe in brutal honesty. Polite, but honest," I said. This time Gordon jumped in.

"It might kill my one shot with you Lyra, but I do believe that," said Gordon.

"Me too!" she said, happily.

Then I realized something. No clue how.

"How old is your son?" I asked. Gordon looked shocked.

"Just roll with it," said Mom.

"Ramsey is 13," said Gordon. "And Ramsey was born before anyone ever heard of Gordon Ramsey."

OK, it is funny.

"And do you both lust after both Ramsey and Maryam?" asked Mom. That one shocked them both. This time it was Lyra that answered.

"I can't speak for Gordon, but let's just say that in a Dionysus world, my relationship with my daughter would be different and likely with Ramsey as well," said Lyra. That made Gordon smile.

"Me too," he added.

"OK then," said Mom. "Go get Ramsey and let's all five go to a party."

Both of them smiled.

"What should we pack?" asked Gordon.

"What would you need to pack?" asked Mom.

"Clothes, I guess," said Gordon.

Oh we all waited him out.

Gordon groaned. Lyra rolled through a small orgasm. This is going well.

The last I saw was the two of them, holding hands, following Mom out the door. All four of their eyes were focused right where they should be. On Mom's ass.

Which she just wiggled. To moans from them both. I'm not sure it helped that Mona's fine ass was right next to Mom's

Lyra is a bit lustful. Understandably.

Our first shift begins. We have another one tomorrow. What will Chris and I do tonight? OK, you damn well know we're going to find some cock and fuck, but hey.

Damn they're cute

Amy here. We walked outside just as my S-88 floated down. Lyra and Gordon are holding hands. So damn cute. I led them into the plane and offered them the jump seat. Yeah, I wasn't splitting them up so someone could sit in the co-pilot seat. Mona sat there. We lifted off and I hovered just high enough to be out of the way and turned back to them.

"This is silly," I said. "You're welcome to a wild weekend, but you need a first date. Do either of you have a dream destination. A trip you've planned forever?"

"Paris," they both said. This time the kiss had more passion. Lyra jerked back suddenly, to Gordon's surprise.

"Sorry," she said. "Only pair of shorts." That seemed to make them both very happy.

"What hotel is in your dream?" I asked.

"George V," they both said. This time she didn't pull back in time and damn near passed out. Good thing our upholstery is easy to clean. It panicked Lyra.

"What the hell am I going to do now?" she said. Ah. Now I get it. I pointed at a drawer. She reached over and opened it and pulled out a pair of the exact shorts she is wearing. They both got such credit for just rolling with it. Lyra got up and turned to face Gordon.

And dropped her shorts. Oh yeah, Gordon gasped.

Um, so did I.

That made them smile.

"Next weekend," I said. "A foursome with Bob. We'll teach you things." Oops.

I pointed back at the drawer. I knew there were two pairs in the drawer. We both got a nice pussy shot again. Lyra laughed and flashed us her breasts.

Now I need new shorts. I don't have new shorts. It does not embarrass me.

"Wait, wait," said Gordon. "This can't happen. Ramsey is home alone."

I admit, I laughed.

"Unless you object, Ramsey will be going with me to spend the weekend with Maryam," I said.

Yep, she needed another pair of shorts.

So did he.

I went to get coffee

OK, I admit, I have been enamored with Lyra for a long time. I'm also shy. Really shy. I don't know why. Ever since Ramsey came to me, I didn't really know what to do. Even that story is odd. I am one cum past being a virgin. OK, officially, I am still a virgin. No, seriously, that shy. I am pretty confident it was a pity handjob on my eighteenth birthday. I was a geek, and geeks weren't good back then. I think it was a dare. The head cheerleader. I'd invited a ton of people to my birthday party.

No one showed up. I finally gave up and was sitting at the kitchen table eating a piece of cake, by myself, when the doorbell rang. Even my parents had given up and gone to bed. Standing at the door was the girl. She doesn't even deserve her name in the journal. She was standing there, with the entire cheerleading team behind her, laughing, all with their boyfriends. None was laughing harder than her own boyfriend.

"I lost the bet," she said. "I'm here to get you off." Somehow I knew this was going to end badly, but hey, eating cake alone. I stood back and damned if she didn't walk in the front door. I'm not stupid, just shy, so I shut the door. She pushed me into the family room and pulled down my shorts and gave me a handjob. It was the one time in my life I was a little bold. After all, my cock was in the wind.

"Can I see your pussy?" I asked. She laughed and I thought she was going to say no. Hell, I figured she'd leave me with blue balls, but she's the only person that had ever touched my cock, so I was rolling with it. She laughed again and stood up and pulled down her skirt and panties. The sight was glorious, and I did what any 18-year-old virgin would do.

I came. Hard. All over her pussy.

It totally freaked her out. She pulled up her skirt and ran out the front door.

Sure. At least I got to cum. I figured the Monday at school would be hell, but literally nothing was ever said. About a month later, she transferred, and I stopped even thinking about it. OK, OK, I jacked off to her cum covered pussy a lot.

A lot.

You can imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang almost exactly nine months later. Are you following me?

There she was, holding a baby in one arm and a diaper bag in the other. She handed me the diaper bag and the baby and turned around and walked away.

She just walked away. In the diaper bag was both a birth certificate, listing me as the father, and all the paperwork signing her rights away.

To me.

Now in most stories, this is where the guy gets thrown out by his parents, but that isn't what happened. My parents were surprised, for sure, but supportive. I even made it through college and Mom was my rock. Dad too.

"Hold up," said Lyra. "You're a virgin?"

How the fuck did she know that?

"I don't know, but I think I can hear your thoughts," said Lyra. That's when Amy snorted and muttered something really quietly.

But I have good hearing.

"Soulmates," said Amy.

Yeah, I'll buy that. I've been in love with Lyra since the day I saw her. I'd marry her today, but I'd want Ramsey and Maryam there.

"Married?" said Lyra. "Yeah, we'll get there, but first we're not leaving the bed for the weekend."

I can live with that.

The flight was short, and we picked up Ramsey. He was pretty confused but saw me holding hands with Lyra.

"Finally," he said. "Where's Maryam?"

"She's at a party," said Mona. "You're going to the party and Lyra and Gordon are weekending in Paris. The party is at Queen Amy's house."

I'm pretty sure Ramsey's moan was heard on the moon.

Back to me

Amy again. Wow. Ramsey's got quite a package. Just pushin' out those shorts. We flew to Paris, which sounds more involved than it is. Twenty minutes, if that. We landed on top of the hotel. Mona and Ramsey stayed on the plane and I quickly got them checked in and we took off for Clearwater. Oh you're expecting a story that I came back to Ramsey fucking Mona, but they were just chatting. Mona and I both knew that Ramsey and Maryam have a destiny. We flew back to the party and Mona and I held back as Ramsey ran down the stairs and right into Maryam's arms.

"Will you marry me?" they both said.

Best jinx ever.

So what do you do in that situation? You celebrate with your friends. You start with making love on a big lounge, with everyone watching in joy. Hey, our customs are better than your customs.

Then everyone joins in. See? We still have better customs. I won't narrate everything, but we'll say they both got to know the extended family quite well. Bob and I are part of the extended family, right? Kind of the centerpiece.

I'll let you infer. It truly was a great weekend. I'll pass the pen to Ramsey.

Finally

We'd danced around our future forever. Given I'm 13, perhaps we had a little more time, but it felt like the right thing to do and she appears to agree. After we, um, celebrated with the family, we had a fun afternoon doing other things. Hey, I had to recover. This is Ramsey. Get it? It really is a beautiful waterfront experience. I'd never been on a waverunner, or out in a boat, or gone tubing, about ten million other things I got to experience for the first time. They even have a helicopter and took people on rides.

There was one time in a helicopter...

No, seriously. This afternoon, in a helicopter, with a spatula. Which sounds like the weirdest game of Clue ever but was transcendent.

A spatula. Who knew?

Let me back up to that story. A name you will recognize walked up.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Ruby and this is Tomas. Welcome to the family."

"You know that sounds vaguely like the mafia," said Maryam. Ruby and Tomas laughed.

"Once you cum, you can never leave," said Ruby.

"Was the come with an om or cum with a u?" asked Maryam. Ruby just gave Maryam a big smile. I caught Maryam when she fainted.

It was one hell of an orgasm.

"I believe that answered the question," said Maryam, a little woozily.

"Have either of you ever been in a helicopter?" asked Tomas. We both shook our heads no.

"Nah," said Maryam. "We travel more in space planes." OK, we all laughed. She said it so nonchalantly and it is so insane.

"Well, we're taking people on rides in one," said Ruby. "We thought you might like one of our special rides."

"I have no idea what makes it special," said Maryam. "But given it involves the two of you, I'm pretty confident it will be spectacular."

"She has a point," I said.

Yeah, we all laughed.

"Hold up," said Ruby. She ran into the house and came back out with two plastic spatulas.

"OK," said Ruby. "We're ready now."

I debated what to do, but Maryam apparently came to the same conclusion. We ignored the spatulas. When we're supposed to know about the spatulas, we'll know about the spatulas.

We know all about spatulas now. My God. We even learned that the spatulas are made of hemp, not plastic. That seemed important.

The day just kept going and going and it was incredible. I can't possibly narrate it all, but I will share that it ended up with me sound asleep, on a lounge, over the ocean, with Maryam in my arms. It felt so right. We both woke up with the sun and we were covered with a light blanket. The porch was almost empty and was as clean as any place I have ever seen. When we fell asleep it was covered with party residue and about 200 people.

I said almost, because Ruby was lying on a lounge, reading a book. An actual book. She held it up and it is the newest Stone Barrington novel.

"We love to read them because his excesses don't feel like excesses to us," said Ruby. Yeah, I can see that.

"What are you doing here?" asked Maryam.

"It can be a little freaky waking up in the night over the water," said Ruby. "We wouldn't leave you."

"We?" I asked. Just then, Bob walked out onto the porch with a tray with mugs and a carafe of coffee. Come on. My dad goes to the bodega for everything, surprisingly timed for when Lyra is there. Duh, of course we drink coffee. What other excuse did he have? Bob set the tray down on the little table.

"Coffee?" asked Bob.

"Please," said Maryam and me. I got it out first and Ruby and Bob just smiled while we kissed. Ruby even made a couple suggestions. Good suggestions. Such a helpful culture. Somehow it ended up with me on my back with Ruby bouncing on me and Bob on his back, right next to me on the lounge, with Maryam bouncing on him. You know what? That felt good. Yeah, yeah, Ruby, but this culture freaking works.

"Yes, dear," said Maryam. "It does. But get that first one out of the way so we can switch."

Nothing makes me cum more than the opportunity to make love to my love.

Bob and Ruby groaned.

"A little syrupy, but an A for effort," said Ruby. OK, the reading our minds thing is weird.

"Wait until we teach you to fly," said Ruby.

"We get to learn how to fly a plane?" asked Maryam, with surprise.

"Sure," said Ruby. "But that's not what I meant."

Somehow she left it there, and we're smart enough to roll with it, which is something we are having to do a lot.

Maryam and Ruby switched positions and Maryam slid down on my cock, which, surprise, is hard again. She feels so silky.

"It's the cum," said Ruby. "It makes great lube. It is also fun to clean out a nice mix of tangs. You'll see when we're done."

And I did. I cleaned out Maryam and Bob cleaned out Ruby. I learned things. Many things. Things that Maryam appears to like.

"I do," said Maryam, just as she went off. Imagine the word do with about ten syllables.

Life is good.

We're in freaking Paris

We're in Paris. At the George V. Sharing a suite. On our first date. I'm a virgin.

Nothing to see here. You know it is Gordon. We're sitting on the balcony looking out over Paris drinking an amazing espresso delivered by our butler.

Just an average day for me.

"So there is an elephant in the room with us and there doesn't need to be," said Lyra. Yeah, there is. An actual elephant.

"Oh God that was terrible," said Lyra. "Really bad." Yeah, well.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Your life took a little bit different path then most, but you're a good man and a good father," said Lyra. "I'm happy to be your teacher in every way imaginable. Would you be open to that?"

Given she was standing in front of me, slowly and sensually taking off her clothes, I'm going with yes on the question. Let's just say that I started out pretty bad at it, but by my seventh cum I think I improved.

"Seven," said Lyra, lying next to me, trying to catch her breath. Me too, Lyra, me too.

What started at breakfast went into the afternoon. We had spent an entire morning in bed. In Paris.

Yeah, I'm good with that.

We finally got into the shower and lost another hour. Eight and nine. You do understand, right? Lyra said that nine is unusual. I guess I have skills that I did not know were unique.

"Good skills, dear," she said, giving me a gentle kiss.

Oh boy. Ten.

We finally stumbled out onto the street about 3 in the afternoon. Ah, 1500 for the rest of the world. Two kids approached us.

"Hi," said the young woman. "I'm Abril and this is Marcel. We're here to give you the locals' tour."

"No thanks, kids," said Lyra.

Abril laughed.

"I guess that did sound a little like a scam, didn't it?" said Abril. "Amy asked us to show you around. We're friends of the family and live in their apartment building. We've known them for a long time."

"It's the middle of the afternoon," I said. "Have you been standing here all day?"

"No," said Marcel. "Amy called us yesterday and told us you'd be coming out the front door at 1500."

"I don't understand," said Lyra.

Neither do I dear, neither do I.

"Amy knows things. A lot of them do," said Marcel. "It is best to just roll with it. If there is an interest, we've arranged a special tour behind the scenes at the Louvre. For tomorrow, we have several options for you, and can arrange them, but we'll let you be on your own. We can do that today as well if you'd prefer us to leave. Your choice. We won't take offense."

Let's just share that we did an amazing tour of the Louvre and then Marcel and Abril showed us other treats in Paris. You get what I mean, right?

I am loving the world of Dionysus.

So confusing

There are so many things I don't understand, but so far it is pretty freaking amazing. This is Lyra. For someone new to it, Gordon is an amazing lover. I mean amazing. Amy had told me that is because we're soulmates, and I'll buy that, but I think it is also that he is eager to learn and improve.

Me too, Gordon, me too.

I do have one thing I am curious about but haven't mentioned it yet. Maybe I will at breakfast. We're actually going to breakfast in the restaurant. We walked in and the maître d' apparently knew who we were. That's when I saw Amy. Sitting with freaking King Bob, at a table for four. Amy waved us over.

"We're not trying to intrude, so feel free to sit by yourselves," said Amy. "We thought we'd let you know we were here, so if there are sights you want to see, or things you want us to teach you, or both, we can help out."

"I want Gordon to fuck me in the ass," I said, kind of blurting it out.

"Well, that's something we can teach," said King Bob. "And it is just Bob. The royal stuff is kind of a joke to us. Anything you want to learn, Gordon? This is the time in your relationship to be as honest as possible."

"That's all the time in a relationship," added Amy.

"Point taken," said Bob, with a laugh.

"You are the most adorable couple on the planet," I said. Well, they are.

They both laughed.

"Not even Top 25," said Amy. "Bill and Jessica are number one, and everyone knows that except Bill and Jessica, which pretty much cements their position."

"Yeah, but they're not a couple," said Gordon. Amy and Bob just smiled and waited him out.

"Oh," said Gordon. "Oh." That second one was a little more gutteral.

I get it.

"Back to honesty," said Bob. "I'll share that I also like to be fucked in the ass, so if there is an interest, we could teach you that too. Happy to do the inverse too if there is an interest."

"You don't mind that he likes to be fucked in the ass?" said Gordon, to Amy.

Amy laughed.

"We're all bisexual," said Amy, giving me quite a smile. I just vibrated through a small orgasm at the breakfast table, in the restaurant.

Quite pleasant, you know.

"Let's not waste your day in Paris," said Bob. "We'll make sure you come back, but we're going to have a nice breakfast, suggest some nice touristy things to do, and leave. We'll find a time for you to come to Robertville and we can teach you many things."

"Many things," said Amy.

"We can't wait," I said, just as Gordon did too. He actually said it first.

"I'm proud of you for that," I said. Gordon laughed.

"I'm feeling just a little more comfortable. You know, breakfast with my soulmate at the George V in Paris, with the royal couple," said Gordon. "Just my average day."

Which was why all four of us were laughing when the waitress brought our breakfast.

Which was heavenly.

We had a hell of a day and it ended when we got back to the hotel and Ramsey and Maryam were in our suite, waiting, with Amy.

"Oh," said Gordon. "It is time to go home now."

"Nope," said Amy. "You're staying for a week. All four of you."

"We can't do that!" said Maryam.

"Sure you can," said Amy. "Did I mention that we own the hotel?"

"No," said Gordon. "But why does that matter?"

Amy just raised her eyebrows. Huh?

Oh. Oh my. Oh my God. She just smiled and left.

While the four of us got undressed. I hadn't seen Maryam naked in years. I have never seen Ramsey naked.

Now I have. It was glorious. So was the week.

Working at the Circle K

I don't know how she does it. I just don't. This is Chris. It was Leslie and me both and we could barely keep up. The amount of coffee consumed by these customers was overwhelming. At one point I even bought out the Starbucks down the street and poured it into our carafes.

It didn't go well. People bitched that the coffee wasn't as good. I tried both and they were right, so I poured it all out. That solution failed.

The funny thing is not one person recognized us yet. We've been here three hours and have had non-stop customers and not one person mentioned it. Now that's a good thing, but surprising. I was the freaking President.

Leslie and I talked about it and we think it is context. Some might wonder, but would never expect either of us to be working at the Circle K.

I am finding someone to write that song. Working at the Circle K. Maybe it could be the theme song now that we appear to own 15,000 quick marts.

That might have been a little over the top, even for Mom, but you just know we're going to make a freaking fortune off of it. That's how it works. We'll revolutionize their supply chain, take them off the grid, and raise everyone's pay.

It is kind of a formula now.

Oh, hold up. Two sexy AF young men just walked in. I'd bet money they were brothers since they look almost identical. One is just slightly smaller than the other. They are laughing and clearly having a great day. They're both in khaki cargo shorts with flip flops and have a T-shirt thrown over their shoulder. The older boy has his arm around the younger boy's shoulder. They were a little louder than they intended, and we heard them comment on whether we would insist they put their shirts back on. You know, no shirt, no shoes, no service.

Um, no. Absolutely fine with their shirts off. They're both ripped and have the classic V.

I'd do'em. Leslie would do'em. They looked up and saw me and saw Chris and the recognition was instant. Leslie jumped in before I could.

"Yeah, we get that look all the time, but we're not even related," said Leslie. "It happened the first day our shifts overlapped and every day ever since. Sorry to disappoint you."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, but nothing about either one of you could ever disappoint us," said the younger man. Then he gave us a dazzling smile.

We were both smart enough to close our eyes. Leslie might not have quite made it. I finally opened mine when Leslie spoke again.

"Smooth," said Leslie. "Really smooth." Yes, all four of us broke into laughter. Leslie wasn't done though.

"I'm Daisy. She's Mollie," said Leslie. "Who are you?"

"I'm Torry and he's Terry," said the younger one, who we now know is Torry.

"Nice to meet you both," I said. "What can we get for you?"

"We'll just pick up a six-pack of Bud," said Terry.

"Yeah, no," I said. They both laughed.

"Then two pre-rolled joints please," said Torry.

"Yeah, still no," I said. Now all four of us are laughing.

"I guess we'll have to settle for your phone numbers," said Torry. Well played Torry, well played.

"Why wait to call us," said Leslie. "We're both off at 2. Meet us here and we can go find some place to fuck. We love a good foursome. We'll perform for you. Will you perform for us?"

They looked at each other and finally Torry barely nodded.

"Sure," said Terry. "Pretty much anything you'd like."

"Well," I said. "We like a lot. One of my favorites is to be at the front of a train."

Might as well shake them up. You could see they were imagining me naked and in that train.

Me too, boys, me too.

Then they laughed.

"Just trying to shake us up, huh. We get it. You don't have to give us your number," said Torry.

"2 o'clock," said Leslie. "Bring a change of clothes and a toothbrush. We have toothpaste. We're roommates."

"And don't waste any until then, even with each other," I said. "They're all for us." I saw a light go on in Torry's eyes.

We waited. We always wait.

"This is a little crazy, but you obviously know we're not 18 and seem OK with that," said Torry.

"I'm 15 and she's 15," said Leslie. The truth, in this situation, is the best choice.

"Oh," they both said. And he said it. Terry did.

Torry just turned and looked at his brother. And waited.

Finally Terry leaned over and gave his brother one hell of a kiss. I mean training video quality. They broke it suddenly and stepped back from each other. Terry laughed.

"Well you did tell us not to waste one," said Terry. I like these boys a lot.

"How old are you?" asked Leslie.

"16," said Torry.

"17," said Terry.

"OK, boys," said Leslie, in her most stern Mom voice. No, not a mom yet, but you get the idea.

"That's the first and last lie you're going to tell us," continued Leslie. "If you want in our pants, you're being honest."

"Really," said Torry. "The news broke this morning that the Kingdom of Dionysus purchased the parent company of Circle K. You want to run that honesty thing past us again?"

I looked at Leslie and she burst out laughing, which led to me laughing, which led to the boys laughing. Just as another person walked in the door.

Oh God. A younger brother.

"Oh God, please tell me you're at least 7," said Leslie, in a gutteral voice. He laughed.

"I'm Tommy and I'm 9," said Tommy. "And I am so hopeful that the query has an ending that will blow my mind."

"Maybe not your mind," said Leslie, with a smile. Nice job edging him, sis. His eyebrows went up and he smirked.

"Edging me, are we?" said Tommy. He hit Leslie with a smile that caused her knees to buckle.

"WTF," said Terry. Tommy laughed and turned to Terry.

"Just because you boys are virgins doesn't mean I'm a virgin," said Tommy. Just then the bell rang, and another sibling walked in. She looked at me and then at Leslie.

And moaned. She freaking moaned. She walked over and took Tommy's hand.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Tammy, and to all our good fortune, I recently had a birthday and turned 7. When do you both get off?"

"Right after we both get off," I said. Now all six of us are laughing at my stupid dad joke. Which I am telling dad. Oh I'm going old school. I'm picking Dad up in a helicopter. We need new memories in helicopters.

Right? Oh, and Torry is 13 and Terry is 14.

"Will we be going to your nearby home or perhaps a weekend on one of your very nice yachts?" said Tammy.

"Boats," I said and so did Leslie. Which led to the two of us making out and the bell rang mid-kiss.

OMG.

Their Mom and Dad.

"Hey," said Tammy. "We've been invited to spend the afternoon and night on one of their boats."

That might have been a big presumptuous, but hey, we're OK with it.

"We," said their mom, waving a finger a bit to point at all four kids. "Or we?"

Then she waved her finger again but included her and her husband.

Oh my.

"I suspect that is entirely up to you," said Tammy. "But you should inquire."

Inquire me, baby. OK, that didn't work, but their mom and dad are truly smoking. I mean off-the-charts smoking. Did I mention they're all rocking kind of a surfer look? Long dark blonde hair, incredibly fit, not that much clothing.

"It would be presumptuous of us to invite ourselves," said their mom.

"Oh you got invited when you used the word presumptuous," said Leslie. Yeah, she has a point.

Tammy laughed and turned back to face us and put her fists on her hips.

Yes, all eight of us yelled it.

"Akimbo!" we shouted.

Except Tammy added the word. You know.

"Well," said Tammy. "Since I can't fulfill the kiss with all of you, it seems only fair that one of the seven of you should."

"The seven of us," said Terry. Tammy turned to me.

"May I infer that since this store is owned by the Kingdom, it is also a consulate?" said Tammy. I just nodded.

Tommy moved fast. Now their mom is standing there in simply soaked shorts. Booty shorts, which she absolutely rocks. Their dad broke the kiss with Tommy just in time.

Just in time.

Terry and Torry were just standing there, uncomfortably tenting out their shorts.

"Terry and Torry, if you're not comfortable, we don't have to do this," said Leslie. It was Torry that answered.

"Here's the deal," said Torry. "We've both had the same dream of losing our virginity and meeting you will allow it to happen, if the object of our interest shares that interest."

I got it. Leslie got it. Everyone in the room got it.

"Oh god I hope you mean me," said Tammy, in a gutteral voice. Given their mom and dad moaned along with us, I am predicting a fun weekend.

"Yes," said Terry and Torry. Oh yeah, they kissed. I'm enjoying my job at the Circle K.

"Where are our manners," said their mom. "I'm Tina and he's Tony."

"Of course you are," said Leslie, dryly.

Yeah, we laughed more. That's when the door opened, and a young man walked in wearing a Circle K shirt. Oh my, it is 2 o'clock. Too bad he has to work.

If you get my drift. We passed everything to Juaquin and left with the adorable family. Oh, we got Juaquin's number first. We are not stupid girls. We all walked out together just as a two Mercedes-Maybachs landed.

Well, sure.

"Maybachs? Really?" said Tammy. I think I like Tammy. Leslie and I just shrugged. Wait until they take off and land on the boat. Which they did. A nice Jongert 3900, as in 39 meters. About the same size as the 131, but Dad is expanding his scope. Which we all appreciate. We were not out of the car for ten seconds before Tammy was naked. Which led to a flurry of nakedness.

OK, Leslie and I were right behind Tammy on the whole nudity thing. Which everyone seemed to appreciate it. I never quite understand how I get any attention at all when Leslie is around. She is so freaking gorgeous.

"Seriously?" thought Leslie, to me. "You're stunning and you freaking know it."

Yeah, right.

"OK boys," said Tammy. "Who goes first?" My God she is a vision. She may be young, but that attitude. It reminds me of someone at that age.

Oh yeah. Me. Take charge and get fucked. Yum.

Both boys were suddenly being shy. Tammy spoke again, but softly and with such compassion.

"Listen," she said. "This is a big deal and I get it. I don't know if you're bashful because there is a group, or just overwhelmed, or changing your mind, but you don't have to do this. You're young. Take your time. I'm not going anywhere. If you have someone else in mind, I promise, I won't be offended either. This is all up to you."

It was Torry that reacted first, which didn't surprise me. He might be younger, but he's in charge. Well, except for Tammy. And Tommy.

"No, I'm good. I really want to," said Torry. He sighed a bit. "But I really don't know what to do."

"Well, it is a good thing you have great coaches," said Tommy. "Do you want to do this in front of everyone, or privately. Either is an option." Torry looked around at all of us, including his family members and then laughed.

"Hmm. My first time with my supportive family at my side, who all happen to be naked," said Torry. "I'm good."

"What about us?" said Leslie, in a pout, followed by a laugh.

"Numbers 2 and 3, I hope," said Torry, with a smile. Which led to a group moan.

Oh yeah, we're doing it. Tammy took Torry's hand and led him over to a lounge and had him lay down. She climbed up and sat on his legs, which opened her right up. You could see how she is glistening. OK, dripping. You go, girl.

"I need your active consent," said Tammy. Torry smiled.

"For all of you I have no boundaries," said Torry.

Tammy lifted up his cock and slid down on it, to moans from everyone, including both of them. She stopped when she bottomed out. She took one of his hands and put it to her nipple and showed him what to do by twisting her other nipple. He's a fast study. She gently stroked her own clit and then pointed at it. Torry understood and started stroking her clit while she start bouncing up and down. She was really sensitive to what he was feeling and stopped, over and over, until he couldn't stop and just filled her up. Dripping out the sides, filled her up. She pointed at the spot next to him and Terry laid down and she moved over. He affirmed consent and she repeated the entire thing, except this time using Torry's cum as lube.

It is wonderful to watch. Finally he came as well, and she rolled onto the lounge between them.

"Teach them cleanup, Tommy," said Tammy. Tommy led a graduate level class on oral sex on a woman. I'm mean seriously good. So good that we all gathered around and watched and learned.

And then Leslie handed him a spatula.

Things got a little crazy at that point.

Here's to new friends.

There is so much more to this story and the story of Maryam and Lyra. We'll come back to it.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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