11 January 2021

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The first two-thirds or so of this chapter was fun to write. I'd written a few paragraphs and left it on the back burner to simmer. I finally came back to it on a morning that I had a little time. It's rare that I have more than a quickly found 15 minutes. It's kind of a tough way to write.

But this morning, I had almost five hours. This part of the chapter is the result. I like it and it will lead down some fun paths. It builds on things that have been done, but from a different perspective. I know I'm wildly over analyzing my story, given the type of story it is.

But this also gives you a different insight. It took me close to five hours to get about two-thirds of a story written.

I hope somebody is enjoying it! I wrote it in late 2019, which tells you how far forward I sometimes go.

The Jiera and Lukas Chronicles

Lukas typing. I offered because Jiera was flying. We were off to Mississippi State. In Starkville, Mississippi. Population 3. OK, maybe not, but we're not talking a major urban area. That was fine but we were a little worried about the two kids with Eastern European accents in the Deep South.

We'll see.

And we saw. It did not go well. The head of the Agriculture department who is the Dean, I guess, couldn't have been nicer. He was excited and yes, at one point excited. He too brought in students to present their projects and while we're not scientists, we could see some commonality with Purdue and some projects that filled the gaps. Everything was a go. We had even scoped out a nice house to look at later in the day. We had noticed that one of the realtors listed on the house had the same unusual last name as one of the students and asked her about it.

"That's my sister-in-law, Joleen," said Loretta with a smile.

"You'll just love her," she added, in a totally different guttural tone. Then she gave us both a quick smile. Damn. I wanted her. If she glanced down at all, she would know I wanted her. Hey I'm a kid. I get hard in front of beautiful women.

Oh, she looked down then back up with a smile.

"Is that for me?" said Loretta. "Just tell me when and where."

"I cannot believe I am saying this, but meet us at 2000 at the Hilton Garden Inn," said Jiera. "Bring clothes for tomorrow." Hey, I own the hotel. Kind of had too. Sleeping with my sister.

"8 pm. New clothes," said Loretta. "I'm there. You should invite Joleen and her husband, Waylon. Suggest they bring their kids, Clement and Kitty. Make the same mention of a change of clothes."

Well things were going quite well. We had an orgy planned, good people to work with, just great.

Until it wasn't. The Dean took us over to meet the University President. He was an ass. No, that's insulting. To asses. He absolutely blew up at the Dean for wasting his time with these kids. He didn't notice that I was recording him. I did notice that as soon as he started, Jiera sent a text. I was ready to leave, but Jiera put her hand on my arm and very subtly shook her head no.

Then he got worse. Right in our faces. We just sat there wondering if he was going to hit us. Then we heard a crack, which scared him back. It was the door to his office. It had been opened so forcefully that it hit, and broke, the picture on the wall. In stormed an older man in a very nice suit. Right behind him, wearing the cutest little romper, was Leslie. Well played, Jiera.

"Jesus Christ," bellowed the new man. "Shut the fuck up." Just then security ran into the room but clearly knew who the new guy was. It stopped them in their tracks. Maxwell turned to them. We found out he was Maxwell.

"Get him out of here. He is suspended without pay until an investigation is complete. Make sure he leaves the campus and notify all concerned that he is not allowed on any school property state-wide," said Maxwell, who we found out was the Chairman of the Board of Trustees for the state school system. He turned to us and was effusive in his apologies.

"This young lady," said Maxwell, pointing at Leslie. "Was very persuasive that I needed to come and more important I should listen to the two young people I would meet. The fact that she landed in my driveway in what I believe was not only a space plane, but a space fighter, was fairly convincing. Then again, the fact that Princess Leslie is one of the top dozen most famous people in the world might have influenced that thinking."

We explained the outlines of the program. I suggested the Dean bring the students back in to redo their pitch. Maxwell sat through the entire thing and was clearly impressed. In the end, they got the same offer that Purdue did. I had a broader idea, though. I liked the people I had met, and you know how we love schools. Why were we partnering and investing? Why weren't we buying the universities themselves? I invited Maxwell to lunch in the union.

"I'd love that," said Maxwell. "I was planning on eating there anyway. I do whenever I am on a campus. It's invigorating to be among all the knowledge."

Damn I like this guy. No, well, maybe that way. I had no doubt Jiera did. She's got a thing for compassionate older guys. Particularly thin regal ones. She also knew what I was doing. No, we didn't talk. I guarantee she got there right when I did.

We'll tag team this. The proposal. Not Maxwell. Maybe Maxwell.

The campus would be a consulate.

I'll take the pen

Jiera here. Not to take over the deal. To be the scribe. Lukas has got this. Of course I know what he's doing. It is obvious. We'll go back to Purdue. We needed an update on Indiana Beach soon too. We got in line at the cafeteria. A lot of the students and faculty recognized Maxwell and if they did, he took a moment to introduce himself and learn a little bit about them. He was kind and gracious and clearly cares. He was getting sexier every minute. Come on. A good looking older guy that is compassionate. He had introduced himself to at least a dozen busty coeds and had not once dropped his eyes to their tits. I watched. Now, maybe he has good peripheral vision and if he does, enjoy the show.

A simply gorgeous college girl walked over. Stunning. Light brown hair with almost gold flecks. It just glowed. Piercing blue eyes. Incredible teeth but the left front one in the middle had a tiny chip.

God that chip was sexy. Most of the girls on campus wore too short jorts and lots of cleavage. A look that does not displease me. Not this young woman. Cute burgundy shorts, the school colors. Gym shorts, but modest. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a subtle school logo in matching burgundy. I neglected to mention the uplifted C cup breasts. Hey, I'm a kid. I looked.

And liked. Her interests here at school did not appear to including wearing a bra. Nice big nipples, and semi-erect.

I'm observant.

So was Maxwell, which is interesting. Contrary to the students he was meeting, with Karlee, he was openly staring. Yes, she introduced herself as Karlee.

Why this girl? She's gorgeous, but so were almost all the others.

"Hi, Grandpa," she said, leaning in for a chaste kiss. On the lips. They were carefully positioned and the only two people that could possibly notice were Lukas and me.

When she casually stroked his cock. He leaned into it briefly and came to his senses. He turned to us and we were just smiling.

Just then Lukas and I both got a text. That was meaningful. He kept talking which meant it was up to me to look. He glanced my way and I nodded.

"So, Maxwell, before you fill that President's position, I think we should talk," said Lukas. "The Dionysus school system just completed the acquisition of Mississippi State."

I cleared my throat and he looked at me and cocked his head.

"What did we buy?" he asked, and I laughed.

"The entire Mississippi school system," I said. They both looked at me.

"All the universities?" asked Maxwell. "Wow."

"I am not making myself clear," I said. "We bought it all. Elementary schools, middle schools, high schools, colleges, teaching hospitals. All of it. Effective immediately."

"That is not what I asked them to do," said Lukas.

"You bought an entire state's educational system by mistake?" asked Karlee. "That's hilarious."

Then Maxwell moaned. We all stared, and he laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"I live next door to an elementary school," he said.

"Grandpa," said Karlee, laughing and lightly slapping his arm. Then she got lost in thought for a moment.

And moaned. She turned to him.

"That is good," she said. "I'll have to stay over more."

Well, they're fun.

"Perhaps you could have your office in that school," I suggested. Lukas laughed.

"That would certainly be convenient for so many things," said Lukas. "Just so I'm clear, I meant fucking. Lots and lots of fucking."

"I'll be the janitor. I don't care," he said, laughing. He has a nice laugh. Still getting sexier. He is pretty. I'm just seeing it. Some men are and they carry it well. He does. He's freaking pretty.

"We were thinking the role of President of the whole thing," said Lukas. "All of it. The person you're reporting to is an idiot that accidentally bought the whole thing."

"Is that how it works?" said Karlee. "Your idea, so you're responsible?"

"Yes," said Lukas and me together. Karlee and Maxwell just looked at us smiling. Didn't move. Didn't say anything.

Waiting.

What the hell. I leaned over and pulled Lukas to me and we just buried ourselves in that kiss. We finally had to come up for air.

"Best job ever," said Maxwell. I slid around a little closer to him. No one could see. I reached over to put my hand on his cock.

It ended up on Karlee's hand. She very slowly slid hers back, so my hand dropped on his cock.

On the wet spot.

"Best hire ever," I said, hitting him with my best smile.

We all sat and thought for a bit and Karlee jumped in. You could almost see her steeling her nerves before she did.

"How does it work if a college student in your newly acquired master's program has an idea that has great potential?" asked Karlee. I needed Maxwell's talent. I couldn't do it. I was having a tough time not just staring at her nipples. She caught me at it, and I got a hell of a smile.

I think tonight might be fun.

"It sounds like you have an idea," said Lukas. "We're a good group to bounce it off of and we can point you in the right direction." I let Lukas continue to lead. He was on a roll and doing a much better job at not staring at her tits. I have no idea how.

Karlee took a deep breath.

"Well you might be looking at a master's candidate that is about to withdraw, but here goes," said Karlee. That was a confusing start.

"My dissertation is titled A Lost Market. It focuses on a small market but one that is growing and underserved. My analysis is modeled after the work that has been pioneered by HT. Acquire small niche firms, put marketing and production muscle behind it, and power it through the market. They've done something incredibly unique by making small companies big but keeping their mystique unique, even with competitive brands. It's quite powerful. The turning point, to me, was the addition of live models in the store," said Karlee. "That might be harder in my proposal." Then Maxwell giggled and Karlee gave him a hard stare. Maxwell looked sheepish.

"Keep going," said Lukas, being encouraging. God he's a hunk. Sorry, distracted. I couldn't keep focusing on her tits but looking at Lukas just got me wet. I felt a hand drop into my lap. Maxwell's hand.

He gently started rubbing. It wasn't helping my concentration but damn it felt good.

"So what is your niche?" asked Lukas. Cut to the chase, bro. Karlee hesitated, but you could see her gain confidence.

"Transgender customers," said Karlee, clearly waiting for a negative response. When she didn't get it, she pushed.

"I love beautiful clothes, particularly lingerie, but women's lingerie is confining," said Karlee. I wasn't following and neither was Lukas. Maxwell jumped in.

"There's no room for her cock," said Maxwell. Well shit, that took me over and they all watched while I tried to have the quietest orgasm ever. I thought I succeeded until I noticed a young woman eating alone at the next table looking at me with a big grin. OK, table that thought for a minute. Oh God, I made a pun. Table that. I'll have to tell Bob.

Karlee was clearly pissed at what he had done but it passed quickly. Lukas turned to Maxwell.

"That wasn't cool," said Lukas. "That's not your place at all. Now for us, it doesn't matter at all. But for a lot of people, particularly in Mississippi, it would be very meaningful and could even put Karlee's life at risk. Just not cool." Lukas was hot. This might be a deal breaker for Maxwell, liking him or not.

"No wait," said Karlee, jumping in. "You have valid points, but I forgive him. He's pushing me and I needed it and he knew we were in a safe place to do it. I don't have to like that it was necessary, but I appreciate that he did it."

Lukas cooled, a little.

"I do apologize. I shouldn't have done it. Karlee is such an amazing person and so brilliant and she is considering leaving the university with only her dissertation remaining because of this very issue. Even in my prior role, I didn't have the power to change the views of the leadership of this university," said Maxwell.

I noticed Lukas had sent a quick text. I don't think anyone else did. I wondered why.

"What's happening? Why would you withdraw?" said Lukas, clearly concerned. Karlee took a big breath.

"I submitted my dissertation for review prior to presentation. It's supposed to be a formality. Is it formatted correctly, does it cover the topic? It's a coaching opportunity for your advisor to help you pass. Some students go through it multiple times. It was so hard for me to even submit it on this topic, but it was important to me. I got this letter in email," said Karlee. She handed a piece of paper to Lukas who read it and passed it to me.

Well fuck.

I'll summarize it. Her professor started off fine. Praised the research, the approach, basically loved the pitch. It was the last sentences. All the last sentences.

"However, the subject matter has been rejected by the review committee. You have 24 hours to submit a new topic. Your presentation date remains Monday."

Damn we were pissed.

"They didn't approve the subject at the beginning? That's how we do it," said Lukas.

"They did with one big exception. I spoke of a niche lingerie and clothing market. I never mentioned transgender," said Karlee.

"Well, that makes the discrimination pretty blatant," I said. "But we will fix it. Or you could sue us." It took a moment, but I got a wan smile from Karlee. OK, bad time for jokes. Bob's jokes might suck, but his timing is better.

"I'm actually serious," said Lukas. "That is an option. We'll settle the case publicly as an example."

"You'd pay me for something that happened before you bought the university to make a point about their discrimination," said Karlee.

"Yes," we both said. I got it out first. Lukas held up his finger. OK, bro. We'll wait.

Just then I heard the young woman at the next table gasp, then a buzz started through the dining room. I looked up. It was pretty easy to see why when Hunter and Tomas walked up to the table and pulled out chairs. Maxwell was surprised.

Karlee was stunned.

I suspected that was who he texted.

They introduced themselves. It was interesting. I was concerned this would knock Karlee off her game, but just the opposite. The fact that they showed up and clearly wanted to hear her pitch was invigorating. She pulled an iPad out of her big purse and brought up a presentation which she turned to show us.

"Is that PowerPoint?" asked Tomas and Karlee agreed it was.

Neither of them understood why the four of us laughed. My laugh came out as a snort. You know what that means.

"PowerPoint is banned from all our campuses. For that matter, it is banned in our kingdom," I said, to much confusion from Maxwell and Karlee.

"King Bob believes that the best presentations are from passion not bullet points," said Lukas. "You know the material. You don't need that. Think of this as a pitch, not a defense of your dissertation. Do you have financials on that?" Karlee nodded.

"Perfect," said Hunter. "Bring those up. We'll review those last. Just tell us your idea, in your own words, and why you think it would work. Then walk us through the risks. Then hit us with the close." Hunter and Tomas both gave her their biggest smiles.

If I had a cock, it would have just gone off in my pants. I think Karlee had to take a deep breath to keep it from happening. I'm not completely sure Lukas succeeded. He's got a bit of a silly grin. Hey, their smiles are powerful. I sure had a nice tingle, and they weren't even looking at me.

Karlee took another deep breath, which did not help my concentration given her breasts bounced. Just once but damn that was a nice bounce. Hunter and Tomas noticed. Oh yes they noticed.

"I have to ask a question first," said Karlee, sounding a little bold. "It will help me define the presentation. Everyone at this table seems to appreciate my tits and I do believe I have nice tits. But you all know I have a cock now. That really doesn't matter?"

She might have spoken a little loudly, because not only did the five others of us at the table moan softly, so did the young woman at the next table. Hunter caught it.

"No, it doesn't matter," said Tomas. "It will take a bit to understand Dionysus culture, but we love everyone, and I don't use that word lightly. We don't body shame. We don't care what parts you have. If you're nice to us, we're nice to you, and you're nice, so you're good."

"Wow," said Karlee. "You really mean that." We all just smiled at her.

"More than you know," muttered Lukas, under his breath. He was quiet, but not quiet enough. Karlee laughed.

"You'd do me in a heartbeat, wouldn't you?" said Karlee. Lukas didn't respond but nodded.

"Oh, we all would," added Tomas. "On this table." He hit her with a smile, and she had a tough time. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I get it. I only caught the corner of the smile and I damn near came. We all heard the woman at the next table moan softly again too. Ah. she was in line of sight.

She rolled through a nice orgasm.

"One sec," said Hunter, standing up. He walked over to the next table and introduced himself to the young woman. I recognize a swoon when I see one. Hunter is a hunk. I get it. Damn skilled too. Hunter pulled out a chair and sat down and had what almost looked like a short argument with her, although they ended up laughing. She gathered her stuff and walked back with Hunter. Hunter pulled up another chair and the young woman squeezed in between Hunter and Tomas. We did the introductions. Her name is Alena and she's from the Bronx and the accent made that clear. She'd gotten rid of most, but not all of the accent. She'd practiced. She didn't tell us she was from the Bronx. We're good with language nuances.

Alena is petite, maybe 5'2", with short dark hair in a cute pixie cute. She has small features and a small frame but has very nice B cups. Very nice B cups. She was in cargo shorts and a school polo and damn if she didn't manage to look sexy. She was sexy because she wasn't trying to look sexy. That even makes sense. She was also funny and bubbly and studious. Think Velma. If you don't know the reference, just google Velma.

"So Alena is going to listen in and give her thoughts too," said Hunter. Alena looked a little startled.

"I am?" she asked, and Hunter just nodded and smiled at her.

That was mean, Hunter. Although watching Alena mew through another orgasm was fun.

"You just came from his smile," said Karlee, a bit in awe. Alena just shrugged and smiled.

Most of us have, Karlee, most of us have.

There was this one time in a helicopter...

Focus Jiera, focus.

"We're ready," said Tomas, to Karlee. Our lunches were long forgotten on the table. This was fun.

"Basically it is your model, so I can skip that explanation. There are about a dozen specialty makers of lingerie and fashion for the transgender community. Most focus on MtF, which makes sense as the market for clothing is higher, although I contend that there is a real opportunity for FtM too. Of the dozen, I've targeted nine as good acquisition candidates. I strongly believe you could add transgender lines to at least a few of your existing lines too," said Karlee. She rattled off a half dozen examples, and Tomas and Hunter clearly ran through them in their heads.

"Yeah, those would be a perfect fit," said Tomas, adding a couple more. A perfect fit. I tried not to giggle. Alena didn't succeed, which made Hunter and the rest of the table realize what he said.

I'm sure the entire dining room wondered why this large table of people were having a tough time stopping their laughter.

We finally did. We spent quite a bit of time working through the financials of the acquisitions and Hunter was clearly impressed. He's the buying and manufacturing part of the team.

"How would retail work?" asked Tomas. Retail was his part of the job.

"I proposed two alternatives. I have a preference, but I'll pitch them both. The first approach is a series of new stores. A new name. I admit I took a little liberty there because I called the stores Karlee. You could have them standalone in different locations or next door to your current locations. To a certain extent that is location dependent. LA would be OK next door, Omaha might not be and yet Omaha is probably the underserved market," said Karlee.

Tomas is intuitive but I picked up on it too.

"But that's not how you would do it," said Tomas. Karlee laughed. Alena did too.

"It's not how I'd do it," said Alena. "It wastes the entire associations with HT. Just throws it away."

"Keep going," said Karlee. "You might have a better idea." I saw Tomas and Hunter, and even Lukas, perk up at that statement. She's in the middle of pitching, and she wants to know what Alena thinks. That's not management, that's leadership, and there is a difference.

"Oh, I'd mainstream it right into every HT store," said Alena. "Just have four sections instead of two. Have entire lines clearly marked as MtF and FtM. Some clothes, in fact many clothes, could be marked for women and MtF or men and FtM. Hell, some would be all four. Truly mainstream it."

Hunter and Tomas were grinning.

"What about the models?" asked Hunter. Remember, live models wore the clothes, almost naked, in the shops. That was controversial at first but died down almost immediately.

"Mainstream," said Alena, with a smile. Karlee laughed.

"Well, I was all for mainstream, but I stopped short of the models," said Karlee. Damn she has a nice smile. "Although it would provide a hell of a lot of employment for the community."

"One final comment and I'll close," said Karlee. "I suppose I am sucking up a bit, but this only works as part of HT. Your company, your country, are the only ones that could back this and mainstream it. Your doing it could change the world. Yeah, yeah, I'm spouting my idea as world-changing and it is not. What could be is your support."

"I agree," said Tomas.

"Me too," said Hunter. "We're in. We've got to hop but go for it."

With that, they said goodbye, but not before hugs all around. We like hugs.

Which is why the five of us sat back down all flushed. We looked at each other and laughed.

"We have got to find a place to all fuck," said Alena, with a laser focus on Maxwell.

"We do, but we're not done," said Karlee, quite firmly. Oh God that gave me a mental image of Karlee, naked, with a whip. Lukas looked at me and laughed.

"You were picturing Karlee naked with a whip," said Lukas, laughing. I just smiled.

"Me too," said Maxwell and Alena together. Which is how we got to see the two of them make out for almost five minutes. A crowd gathered.

That was fun. The crowd is confused now. They know who Maxwell is and that was one hell of a kiss. They'll understand once the announcement comes out.

"But wait," said Karlee, dragging us all back from our fantasies.

"What the fuck does we're in mean," said Karlee. Lukas deferred to me. This was the fun part.

"It means that you will be giving your dissertation defense on Monday, on this topic. It also means that given it is Tuesday, you don't have much time to acquire the nine you suggested, and you better get your ass in gear," I said. "It will be pretty hard to turn you down if you've already completed the acquisitions and report to Hunter and Tomas."

OK, this is the part where the entire table stares at you for a bit.

Then Karlee laughed.

"Wow, you had me there for a minute," said Karlee. We just waited her out.

"Your proposal suggested that you could purchase all nine companies for about $250 million, but you used a high-end projection that to ensure you got them all, you needed $300 million. Now, you'll also need capital to begin design and production across the other lines you propose. How many are in the full list of existing companies that you believe to start new lines?" I asked.

"Fourteen, at an average startup cost of $10 million each," said Karlee.

"So we're at $440 million," said Lukas. "What about other companies that would fit into the HT model that you believe could be expanded?"

Karlee looked at him.

"I didn't pitch that," said Karlee.

"No, but you've thought about it, haven't you?" asked Lukas. Karlee smiled and nodded.

"It did seem like the next step," said Karlee. "Now, they may have already taken a shot at some of these." She rattled off fourteen more companies.

"That's in order of preference, but the first two are pretty big, so likely off the list," said Karlee.

"How much would it take to acquire all fourteen?" asked Lukas. "Recognizing that while you want a lot, you don't need them all in this round."

"Oh, I think they'd all do it. They see the writing on the wall," said Karlee. "Hell, they'd clamor for it. Being part of HT? Are you kidding? All in, including the large two, it would be another $2.8 billion. I would shake up the market. You'd have to do the first two concurrently and announce them together. That could actually settle the market because no one would expect twelve more in rapid succession. Then again, the HT model is to pay a fair, and modestly inflated price."

"So $3.5 billion would give you some wiggle room," I said. Karlee laughed.

"Sure, with $3.5 billion I could get it done," she said. "Not by Monday, but the first half or better of the nine I could. There are four that are close to dying. They just don't have the muscle to survive but have the best offerings. The logistics of just seeing them is the challenge. They're all over the world."

"Not a problem," said Lukas, who was lost in thought for a moment.

"OK, like Hunter and Tomas said, go do it. You have the funding and the authority and our support. Jiera and I will be your pilots and provide any support you'd like. Negotiations like this can be intimidating, but we'd like you to lead. We'll have your back and only jump in if we think we need to do so, which we likely won't. You'll do fine. It's already late on Eros, but let's do this. Let's hop over there tonight, stay at the casino and have some fun. First thing in the morning, we'll drop by Timmy's and get you everything you need for these meetings. Jiera and I could use the right clothes too. They'll be able to accommodate your unique qualities on the spot. We have a lot of meetings, so we'd better go big. At least a dozen outfits and they can courier us more if we need them." He pulled out his phone.

"Let's get them started. I need some measurements from you both, Karlee. You're about a size 4, 34 C, right?" said Lukas. Karlee laughed.

"Perfect," said Karlee, with a killer smile. She is damn sexy.

"For comfort, I have a few more questions. You don't have to answer, but as a guy, I can tell you it helps. I need to know the length of your cock, hard and soft, whether it is particularly thick, and whether you feel more comfortable hanging left or right," said Lukas. The three newcomers stared for a bit and then Karlee laughed.

"Your tailors actually take all that into account?" said Karlee. Lukas looked up from his phone and smiled.

"Oh yes," said Lukas. "The fittings are fun too." You could tell that none of the three could figure out if he was kidding.

"The store is at the Gamma resort," he added. Those moans weren't quite as quiet. We needed to do better.

"3 inches soft, 9 inches hard, very thick, and uncut," said Karlee. No one moaned more than Alena who turned to Karlee.

"May I kiss you?" she said. It took Karlee by surprise, but she leaned in and damn they enjoyed it. We all enjoyed it.

"My having a cock is a turn on?" said Karlee.

"Oh yeah," groaned Alena just as she vibrated through another orgasm.

"OK," said Lukas. "Alena. You're a size 2, 32 B, right?" Alena laughed.

"I'm a size 2, but a 30 A," she said. "But thanks for the boost in my self-esteem." Lukas got a little serious and then smiled.

"Cup size and beauty are not connected," said Lukas. "Trust me. We all like everyone."

Yes we do. I'd fuck'em all. I planned on it later.

Alena moaned again. Interesting. She can read me. That got me a smile from her.

"But why do you need my measurements?" said Alena. "I'm not going with you."

"You're studying business, with an emphasis on accounting and finance. You plan to continue and get your CPA. Your long-term goal is to be the CFO of a start-up, and you have a strong interest in fashion," said Lukas. "Your questions were on point and targeted and you weren't afraid to ask a tough question and when the result satisfied you, you changed your position to match new information. Karlee is new to this and needs a sidekick. While her financial analysis is strong, her strength is in the marketing and retail. Yours is in the back office. Karlee is Tomas. You're Hunter."

"Would you do it?" asked Karlee, of Alena. "We'd have a lot of fun."

Fuck yeah we all moaned.

"This is ridiculous. I'm an undergrad. A sophomore. I don't even know how you knew all that," said Alena. Then her face hardened.

"Did you read me?" said Alena, to Lukas. He threw up his hands and smiled.

"No, I didn't. I wouldn't. Not without permission. It was an educated guess," said Lukas. "Stop thinking in your old world. Think in your new world. Think about what Jiera and I are here for and what we did today. What we did makes $3.5 billion look like couch cushion money. I don't even know what I spent, but a minor miscommunication easily cost over a trillion dollars and no one cares. Seriously. We're the only people that even know it is a mistake and I'll be honest and tell them. I guess for this I report to Pari. That can be confusing. But still, she won't care. She'll laugh and we'll probably fuck, at least twice, but then Mississippi will shoot up the education rankings to number 1 before the next time they do the ratings." He had gotten pretty excited at this point and he took a breath and sat back. He smiled right at Alena. He's close to a Hunter smile and it almost pushed her over. I could see it. Hell, it wasn't even directed at me and it almost pushed me over.

"I'm 13," he added, softly.

Alena was clearly conflicted.

"I can't up and leave to go spend $3 billion this week," said Alena. "As fun as that would be." Damn. Her smile lights up a room. The electricity between Karlee and Alena was amazing.

Alena was clearly conflicted.

"This is ridiculous anyway," said Alena. "$3.5 billion and the two of us are going to do it. I know Hunter and Tomas are from Dionysus, but they don't just hand out billions." She thought some more.

"The absolute only way this would work was if Karlee and I were already going to a Dionysus school," said Alena. "Oh my god. We are. What you just said all connected." Yeah, she moaned.

Suddenly there was a buzz in the room, and we looked up. There were tons of TVs scattered around and they'd all switched to CNN. Wolf Blitzer was on the screen. Next to him was a nice headshot of Lukas. The chyron said it all and yes, we all love the word chyron.

Dionysus purchases every school in Mississippi including the university and medical systems

Alena turned to Lukas and laughed.

"Well I didn't mean to," said Lukas, with a wry smile. "I just meant to buy Mississippi State."

"Kind of overshot there, dude," said Alena, to laughter from us all.

"Wait," said Maxwell. "You're actually serious. This isn't an academic exercise. You're prepared to fly the two of them around the world for the next week buying up companies."

"Don't forget the fucking. There will be a lot of fucking," said Alena. "All of us. One big bed. Fucking."

Well Alena was going to be fun.

"I'm in," said Karlee. "What girl doesn't want to go buy her favorite fashion at the macro-level," said Karlee.

"God you're sexy when you talk economics," said Alena, in a gutteral sexy voice. "Do it some more." They both laughed.

"Oh, I'm in too, but somebody better be in me soon. It's a good thing we're outnumbered by cock tonight," said Alena. "I'm horny as hell." Maxwell looked confused.

"Me? You're counting me?" said Maxwell.

"Fuck yeah," said Alena. "You're pretty sexy. Although I have to admit right now I am picturing you in a truly gorgeous little black dress. That's weird."

Karlee snorted. She snorted.

Maxwell looked stunned. Pushed back in his chair stunned. Karlee turned to Maxwell.

"May I?" she said, clearly asking permission. Maxwell thought about it.

"Yes, because I did it to you, but I would please impress on everyone the need to keep this confidential," said Maxwell. "Unlike Karlee, I've never had the courage to be myself. In my mind, I'm not Maxwell, I'm Maxie. Female Maxie. That's who I am. I've suppressed it for almost 60 years, and it has torn me apart. It tore apart our family. Once Karlee decided to be Karlee, our family abandoned us. My wife, her parents, everyone."

"OK, I get why they abandoned Karlee, but why you?" asked Alena.

"Because I supported her. Vocally. That it was fine and normal and right, and she shouldn't have to live her life as a lie," he said, the words all tumbling out in a rush. Karlee found something on her phone but handed it to Maxwell. He looked at it and smiled with what was clearly affection but took a moment to decide. He finally turned and showed us the phone.

It was Karlee dressed in a simple, but stunning little black dress. Next to her was a woman, maybe mid-forties, in the same dress. Equally as gorgeous. They both had perfect hair, just a touch of makeup, and smiles that lit the room. Amazing.

"Wow, that's fantastic," said Alena. "Is that your mom?" That's what I thought. I am sure that is what Lukas thought. Karlee and Maxwell both smiled.

"No," said Maxwell. "That's me. The real me. Maxie."

Wow. Just fucking wow.

Lukas smiled really big.

"Well, no better time now. We'll announce Maxie as the new head of the educational system," said Lukas. Everyone just stared at him, I admit, including me.

"I couldn't do that," said Maxwell. "I couldn't."

"Then that's a problem," said Lukas. "Because the job offer is for Maxie."

"You wouldn't do that," said Karlee, in almost a snarl. Lukas smiled.

"No, I wouldn't, because that would be an irrational decision based on something that was decided well before your birth and we don't do that," said Lukas. "It is entirely your call. You're part of the Dionysus world now. You all are. Whether you realize it or not, your lives just changed dramatically. For the better. Everything we talked about is real. We bought the system. You're going to run it, as whomever you want to be. Karlee and Alena are off to build a fashion empire. They can run it out of your house next door to the elementary school and all three of you can get married if you'd like."

That last sentence threw them for a bit.

"How would three people get married? Don't you need a fourth, so you have two couples?" asked Alena.

I had this one.

"Who is Hunter married to?" I asked. The light bulb went on.

"To Leslie and Hallie. His twin sister Hallie," moaned Karlee. "Generational differences don't matter?"

Lukas just raised his eyebrows. He's cute when he does that.

"You're basically saying nothing matters as long as we're of age and it is consensual. Do your definitions of age apply at all the schools?" asked Alena.

"Yes," said all four of us. Hey, we'd already had that conversation. Next door to the elementary school, remember?

We all forgot to say jinx.

So I said "jinx".

"So you're planning on paying that off by kissing all three of them, passionately, at this table, including your brother," said Alena.

"We prefer to teach by example," I said, leaning into my kiss with Maxwell. He got into the spirit of it and squeezed by left breast while using his other hand to stroke my clit through my shorts.

I didn't last. It wasn't quiet.

By now, to no surprise, people were watching. I recovered and leaned over and kissed Lukas, equally passionately. It was heavenly, but it always is. Just as we came up for air, my chair was pulled back with me in it, opening up a little space. Karlee came around and sat right on my lap, facing me. She went in for the kiss and it was one hell of a kiss. Slobbering. Grinding our breasts. I could feel her cock grow against me and it was wonderful. We had a tough time stopping. Finally I pushed her up and stood and pointed at my chair. I dropped to my knees between her legs and put my hand on her cock. By now we had drawn quite a crowd. Some were openly kissing and fondling each other. No same sex though. Not surprising. Well, we'll see.

"May I?" I said, softly, to Karlee. "I give great blowjobs."

"Here? Now?" she said.

"Your call. It will send a message of change. It's going to be common knowledge once you make your first purchase. We have plenty of time. Don't cross the line if you're not ready," I said, still on my knees. Suddenly she hopped up, pushing the chair back a bit. Oh no, I freaked her out.

Nope. That wasn't it. She skinned off her shorts, to an amazing gasp from the crowd. Well, she was clearly humble, because that is easily a 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock. Very thick. Very uncut. Oozing a little precum. I leaned in and took her in my mouth and kept going until all ten inches were down my throat. I started bobbing to a raucous cheer that started when I bottomed out.

I said I was good at it. Suddenly Karlee pulled out, but quickly reached down and skimmed off my polo shirt. Nope, no bra for me. That got another cheer from the crowd. People were standing on tables watching. Since that included the security people, things seemed OK. She skinned my shorts off too and then whipped off her own top, leaving us standing there naked. More cheers. More for her C cups than my B cups, but I know I'm cute. Karlee was more than cute. She sat down, pulling me with her.

"May I?" she said. I answered with my actions. I sat on her lap, lowering myself onto her cock, facing her.

Tits and a cock, right?

We were bouncing away, just going at it, with the noise building. People were cheering and screaming. We were putting on quite a show. I could feel her swell and lifted up and off, sitting on her thighs, with her cock between us. We were far enough apart that everyone saw the geyser that erupted from her cock. I took the first shot in the face but the strength of her cum shifted her cock and she took the second one on her face. Her cock kept bouncing, and squirting, until we were covered from our faces to our waists. I stood up and pulled her up, holding her hand. We were drenched. I bowed, and Karlee bowed with me, to the loudest cheer yet. Just as the cheer died, there was a short moment of quiet.

"Clean up," yelled Alena and Lukas together, followed by "jinx" at the same time.

Which was why the entire crowd saw Lukas and Alena making out while undressing each other.

Well you don't want to get your clothes sticky, although given Karlee and I were dripping all over ours, that might not be quite as simple. The fact that we had cum in our hair might be a challenge too.

Alena dropped in front of me and started licking right on my clit. I vibrated right into another orgasm. She kept licking and I looked over. Lukas was kissing cum to Karlee and they were both rock hard. Lukas pushed back Karlee into the same chair and sat on her thighs like I did.

"May I?" asked Lukas.

"Oh yes," moaned Karlee. Lukas scooped up a lot of cum and stroked it onto Karlee's cock. Then he lifted up and slowly lowered himself onto her cock until he bottomed out.

I thought the roof might fall off from the cheer. I looked around and easily a third of the people were naked. Lots of people going at it. What was fascinating was the walls were clearly down. I saw four girls in a circle lick. One huge guy was bouncing up and down on an even bigger guy, on a chair, in the same position.

Alena looked over and gasped.

"That's the quarterback bouncing on the right tackle," said Alena. "They're enjoying it too."

"I'm sure they are," gasped Lukas, just as he shot off onto Karlee's amazing breasts. That led to Karlee just filling him up full of her second cum.

I think the crowd appreciated that I cleaned him out. Alena cleaned up Karlee, but we were all still sticky. We finally got up and pulled on our cum covered clothes. We were a mess.

Then the world changed. A tectonic shift. Someone caught the transformation on video on their phone and it went viral.

But you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Maxwell climbed up and stood in the middle of the table. Do you remember how Superman rips open his shirt and his Superman outfit is underneath? Remember that. Maxwell kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He threw his suit coat on the ground, and that's a nice suit coat. I'm guessing he doesn't need it anymore. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them and then ripped open his shirt.

His final act was to pull off what I now know was a short wig, unleashing gorgeous shoulder length curls.

Which left him standing there, in a simple little black dress, barefoot.

She looked amazing.

And that, my friends, was the day that much of the Southern United States did a shift from being Southerners to being a part of the new world.

She hopped down, and her skirt flared, giving just a flash of a thong covered ass. A nice thong covered ass.

It got the final cheer of the afternoon. Maxie strode off, head held high, and the crowd parted. We followed her. Everyone was cheering and whistling and everyone right along the path was giving her high fives. A man stepped out into our path. A damn fine looking man. A tall, sandy blonde, well-built man, wearing a pair of dark slacks, a blue dress shirt, and a tie. He could be a freaking model.

But what was happening? Was everything OK? Then he was smiling and opened his arms.

Maxie melted into them.

So much for it being the last cheer of the afternoon. I think windows broke.

"Holy fuck," muttered Alena.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"He's the chair of the sociology department and the Vice President of Administration," said Alena. "His name is Mattias. He's a freaking hunk."

"Looks like we found our university president," said Lukas. "To the loss of the elementary school next door."

OK, we're kids. We laughed.

Everyone gave us our space. The earthquake was over.

Mattias was standing there with his arm casually around Maxie.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you've done," said Mattias. "But thank you."

"It seems like we have another for tonight, or would you prefer to stay behind, Maxie?" asked Lukas. "We would certainly understand."

Maxie explained the entire thing to Mattias at superspeed. Words just tumbling. Mattias gave her 100% of his attention. He just absorbed what Maxie was saying, with his smile growing. Finally they turned back to us.

"We'll go," they both said. Maxie laughed and yelled "jinx".

Which is how we all got to watch Mattias and Maxie make out in public for the first time. For a long time.

"Get a room," said Karlee, finally and they broke their kiss.

"I'd like to go better than that," said Mattias, dropping to one knee. He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it.

"Maxie, would you marry me?" said Mattias. We didn't realize that the crowd had drifted around us.

Their cheer drowned out Max's reply, but given she jumped into Mattias' arms and smothered him with kisses, we were able to infer. Alena turned to me.

"There is nothing about this that is shocking to you. It's all just your normal. The money, the schools, Maxie, everything. It's just your life," said Alena. I thought about it and tried to form some pithy on the mark response but was simple. By now our group was all listening to my reply.

"Yes," I said. "It is normal. Not just for us. For all of us. For all of you." Maxie turned to me.

"You realize that doing this here, in Mississippi, is going to be ugly," said Maxie. I shook my head no and pointed behind him.

Just as the quarterback and right tackle walked by holding hands.

"You sure?" I said. Maxie and Mattias just stared. We walked farther through the central quad and there was a lot going on.

"It's like there is something in the air just releasing their inhibitions," said Maxie. I looked up and there was a jet high up, leaving contrails.

At least a thousand people yelled "chemtrails" at the same time.

I was so tempted to say jinx, but I missed my chance.

Karlee did. At the top of her lungs. Still sticky with cum. She was going to do this right though. She stripped off her clothes and shouted again.

"I'll kiss you all, but I will only kiss you if you're naked too," shouted Karlee. Given she was cum covered, sticky, and hard, with her wonderful C cups, she was sending a message.

A freaking line formed. It grew for the entire afternoon. I ran and bought a box of lip balm. Not one. A box.

She was going to need it. Everyone kissed her. Almost everyone groped her. Men, women, boys, girls. I later found out that there was an elementary school next door to this campus and the kids had all jumped the fence and gotten in line.

All of them. I had to clear things up. This was going to be weird. I asked security if they had a megaphone.

Which was how I ended up standing on a bench, using a megaphone, to loudly reiterate our rules of consent.

So much for the last shred of anonymity.

A bunch of kids got out of the line, really disappointed. At least a hundred of them. Maybe two hundred of them. Lukas jumped on bench next to me and took the microphone.

"We can't disappoint anyone," he announced. "I'm Lukas. I'm 13. This is Jiera. She's 12. Let's have all those from 5 to 8 in our lines. Anyone else is welcome too, but please line up behind the kids. Kids, when you're at the front of the line, you can kiss Jiera, me, or us both. One line for us, one line for Karlee."

Suddenly a chant started. I realized Alena was the one starting it.

"We want Maxie, Maxie needs a line."

Over and over, louder and louder. Lukas and I hopped down and stood next to Karlee and all the kids ran right up. We stripped and they all started stripping too. Everyone did. Maxie was talking with Mattias. Mattias was laughing and clearly saying yes. Finally Maxie turned around and stood next to Karlee.

And dropped her dress. She'd clearly already been on hormones but covering it up. Maxie has a nice 7-inch (18 cm) average cock, that was just throbbing, and cute B cups.

The chanting quickly shifted to a group moan.

About 200 people switched lines. Maxie's line grew the fastest. It got a little crazy. Everyone got their kiss and a little groping. We were probably twenty people into the line when the groping crossed a line for Maxie. She just covered the chest of a young man who looked to be about 11.

>From the school next door. We seemed to have skipped the parental permission step.

Maybe we just didn't need that anymore.

The young man stood up, gave Maxie one last passionate kiss and got in the back of our line.

Still covered in cum. The kid right in front of him, a cute girl of about 9, turned around and swiped her finger in the cum. She stuck her finger in her mouth and then leaned in for the kiss, passing the cum to him. Then she pushed him into her spot. The next person in line turned around. He was a boy of no more than 5. He repeated the process, including the kiss. The young man got passed up the entire line. Swipe, lick, kiss.

He was sparkling clean by the time he got to the front of the line.

"Well that must have been fun," said Lukas, to a big grin from the boy. "Which one of us would you like to fuck, or would you prefer to bottom?" His eyes got big and he looked back and forth between us. He finally found his voice.

"Middle of a train," said the boy.

An inspired choice.

Which meant Lukas and I ended up cum covered too.

We might have been watching too closely. An occupational hazard. One we really don't mind.

There were plenty of people to clean us off. It wasn't our last load of the day.

Not even close.

We'll close this lengthy chapter and begin again once we get to Gamma. We lost the afternoon, but who needs sleep?

Do I have feelings for Pari?

Amy here. This is an odd situation. I honestly thought that this would never happen. Maybe it still won't, but there is something there and I can't quite figure it out. It is dominating my thoughts. OK, I know exactly what it is. We spend every moment together. All three of us.

I have fallen in love with Pari. We all know it. We do. Bob and Pari have always had a bond. They just genuinely like each other. Oh, yes, I mean sexually, but mostly I just mean they like each other. They like to spend time together and some of the things they like to do, I don't like to do, so it works out fine. Not sexually. I like to do everything they do.

But I spend time with them a lot too. She's that middle of the bed girl that Ruby used to be. I love it. I really do. She's sexy as hell and sweet and I completely get how Bob cares for her and then I fell in love with her.

See why I am confused?

So here's my question. Is she our third? Not kid. Partner. Like Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie. Everybody else seems to think so. She and Bob think so. I know they do. Hell, I think even Sargon and Alea think so and they're fine with it.

Is it Pari?

I think it might be. We've been dancing around it. I'm the problem. The holdup. Bob and Pari would get married today if I were ready.

They will never pressure me. Ever.

Can our soulmate be younger than four of our kids? OK, that's probably not fair given the whole age thing. Maybe a better question is can our third be 11 years old.

Maybe. No rules against it.

I think I love Pari. No, I know I love Pari.

I think the three of us need to talk. I figured I'd just wait until the next time she climbed in bed. The odds were good that would be soon.

Like tonight. Well, that was OK, but I made them both sit up to talk. All three of us, cross-legged, on the bed, naked. Talking. That was tough, let me tell you.

I bared my soul to them both. Everything that I wrote above. When I finished Bob was about to speak but Pari held up her hand.

"No," she said. "But let me explain why. I love both of you with all my heart. More than anyone I've ever met. You're like my family to me and I absolutely feel that spark with both of you. So I guess my answer really isn't no, it is not yet. I honestly think your bond is the two of you. Our bond would be strong, and I don't know that it has to be equal, but not yet. Let's feel it out. Let it stew. See how it continues to feel."

"As long as I can keep crawling into your bed," said Pari, with a laugh.

Bob and I lunged at her at exactly the same time. We laid on top of her and just covered her with kisses. Then we got very focused. As a team.

She was going to like this which was good because we could do this for hours.

And we did.

What about...

I love Pari. I really do. She is special and maybe she is our third. Oh, this is Bob, not Amy. I think Pari's approach is spot on. Of course the 11-year-old thought of it. But I had another complication.

I might love Diane too. Maybe I just admire strong young women. They're certainly both attractive. It's strong, but not Pari strong. Maybe just an infatuation.

Hell, I don't know. There hadn't really been a point of figuring it all out. Diane's around the world a lot so not here that often. I did laugh. She crawled into bed late last night. Right between us.

And had climbed on top of Pari. They were both surprised. Amy and I just rolled up on our sides and watched.

It was beautiful.

Oh, we didn't stop there. Amy and Pari did their best, which was quite good, and suddenly I found that I was ready for one more round. Amy got on one side of Diane and Pari got on the other. They lifted her in the air and set her down.

On my cock. I love it when a plan comes together. The A-Team. TV Land. I have no idea why I explained that.

Then we fell sound asleep. All four of us. Diane was asleep on top of me. Sometime during the night, I finally slipped out, but she never moved. Pari was on my left, and Diane and Pari were holding hands. Amy was on my right, on her side, cuddled up against us both.

It was really nice. All four of us.

Oh. Could it be? Could I handle it? I might die. I might not care.

This shit is confusing. I think we need to talk to Leslie.

"I think we do too," whispered Amy, into my ear. We were all waking up at that point. How all three of them looked this good in the morning amazes me. I don't get it at all. I am sure I look, and smell, like Bigfoot. Diane climbed off by sliding on top of Pari, who wasn't quite awake yet. Diane's kissing her face and eyes and ears woke her up and they ended up in a passionate kiss, with Diane lying on top of Pari. I wanted to watch, but Diane came up for air.

She rolled off Pari, to a moan of discontent from Pari.

"You two go take showers," said Diane. "Pari and I need to talk."

Confusing as fuck

It really is. I have no fucking idea what is going on. The chemistry and feelings are powerful. Seriously powerful. In my heart. Then Diane threw me for a complete loop.

By professing her love. For me. Well ain't that somethin'. I admit, my feelings for Diane are strong, even though we are not BFFs. It's not that we're not as much as our schedules are fucking insane. She spends time on an island in South Carolina. I spend time, well, everywhere. I should mention this is Pari, just to be clear.

Then there are my feelings for Amy and Bob. Amy's feelings for me. Somewhere in that duo is a dynamic with Diane too, but I'm struggling to figure it out.

Breakfast. We need freaking breakfast. I suggested it and Diane agreed. I made reservations at a favorite place, the Wildflower Cafe, right in downtown Clearwater. We're in Florida. I don't think we mentioned that.

Does it say something that Diane flew in from South Carolina to crawl into Bob and Amy's bed? She wasn't looking for them. She crawled on to me on purpose. I asked her how the hell she knew, and she couldn't tell me. Not because she wouldn't. Because she couldn't. She just knew to climb into Bob and Amy's bed in Clearwater.

In the master suite.

Of their original Chris-Craft.

I didn't question her about that at all. Because I flew in from Vancouver. I knew where to go too.

I just did.

I'm the nurse here

I can be clinical about all this. I can. Amy, of course.

No I can't. Fuck that. What's going on? It's all good and we started by agreeing to that. I think we got a little animated because the owner, who we know well, stopped by to tell us that we shouldn't be discussing our sex life quite so loudly.

She was talking to Pari.

Well, fuck'em.

There's something here. If I were going to predict, I'd say that Pari is our third. Unconventional, but, well, that's our entire country. Something is there with Diane, but my gut says it is like Mia with Grace, Orlando, and Valeria. A part of the group, but not always.

Diane turned to me.

"I think you're right," said Diane. "I really do. I feel something for all of you, but I don't think it is the same as the three of you. You need to just get over your hang-ups and see it like the rest of us do. You're a trio. You are. I love that you're being careful and clearly it is unusual but come on. Now, since we're done with breakfast, can we all go home and fuck?"

I've never seen Bob get the check faster. While he was paying, he jumped in with an idea.

"The three of you will kill me. We need more cock," said Bob. When he is right, he's right.

I already had it under control. That made them all laugh. We headed back to our old house. I don't know why, but we own it still, so why not. OK, maybe I did know why. Rylee's and Noah's parents lived on our street.

They met us when we arrived.

So did Cooper and Molly. Rylee's parents. Then Juanita and Amai walked in, which improved the cock ratio and, well, Juanita and Amai. It is an interesting mix of our friends. The old friends, like Juanita and Amai, plus Will and Gail, and Cooper and Molly. Along with our new friends, Pari and Diane. Do you know what? It works. Not one person said a word about Diane and Pari's ages. No one cares. They literally don't.

I'm getting more comfortable. Maybe that is because I am sated. We had a lot of sex. Lots and lots of sex. Everything you can imagine. Quite a variation today too. No spatulas. Whisks. A lot of whisks.

And we didn't cook with them. Well, we did cook with them, but in a different meaning.

Somehow our small orgy turned into a big party and people kept showing up. Everyone from around town. All our old friends, their kids, and more. New friends. There ended up being over a hundred people here.

So in other words, a pretty normal day.

We were on a sex break, letting the men recover. Some were out on the gocarts, having a blast. Some were parasailing. Others were lying on the deck with a book or playing a game of cards. People just hung out with us. Occasionally someone would be having, well, more fun, and people either joined in or they didn't. Sometimes I watched. OK, often I watched. Sometimes I joined in. My old friend Delilah joined us. Lots of passion there. We started off in a wonderful 69 and then her son Tam slipped right in. Something about Tam fucking me while Delilah licked us both was just super sexy.

Sorry I drenched you there Delilah. She didn't seem to mind. Seeing how everything was going, and Pari in the thick of it, just cemented my feelings. Pari's right. Not quite yet, but eventually. I get it really clearly now.

After all, Pari is quite the package. Powerful, compassionate, humble, sexy. All those wonderful descriptions rolled into one petite sexy girl.

"No different from you," said Pari, as she sat down on the lounge next to me. She gave me a gentle kiss but stopped there.

"You know this is up to you," said Pari. "The answer might be never. The answer might be this afternoon. My guess is there still needs to be some time to simmer. That's OK with me. We don't have to change anything. Maybe we never do."

"I love you," I said. She smiled but was careful.

"I know. I love you too," said Pari. "It isn't about the love. It's about comfort. If I were 24, we'd already be married. But I'm not. I am chronologically young, and you're still not there yet. I'll wait."

With that, she rolled on top of me. Her kisses are powerful. Bob walked up and gave us both a big smile. A big smile. It took us awhile to stop vibrating. Then he picked up Pari and spun her in the air and set her down over me. Oh joy. He slid right in and I started licking, right as Pari started licking me. I felt someone lift my legs and settle them down over their own. They slid right in. The Golden arches, you know. I don't even know who it is. Don't know. Don't care. They didn't last, and filled me up, just as Bob filled up Pari. She was dripping right into my mouth. Bob moved away and someone else moved into his spot.

64.

Each.

It was a pleasant afternoon.

I'm sure now. I'm just not quite ready. I'll get there.

Heading back now

Bill here. Change of subject now. Somehow I'm heading back to Charlotte with Mom and Jessica, which seems like a win. I don't like to intrude on mother/daughter time, but they invited me. And I love water parks too.

"Dude," said Jessica. "Why didn't you tell us? You're welcome anytime. You're my twin!"

"I didn't want to intrude," I said.

"Intrude me!" said Jessica. "OK, that didn't work, but you get the idea."

Mom, Jessica, and I went up to the desk to let them know there was another kid in our room.

"Don't care," said Kosta. "It doesn't cost more. Wish it were me."

"As a matter of fact," said Jessica. "Mom closed the deal last night."

Yeah, we all moaned.

And Mom gave us an exception for Kosta. I admit it surprised me. Then he surprised us both.

Repeatedly.

That's all you get about that. Let's just say my twin and I have similar interests and Kosta has a nice one. Then again, Kosta and I have similar interests and her name is Jessica. I will let him tell the story about how he used up more.

Holy shit, Batman

That was a night. Kosta here. They wouldn't let me use any this morning. Their wish was my command. Damn. No details, but they said I could say that they had both enjoyed my skills. And my cock.

I got to watch them together and also leverage my oral skills. Finally Bill wore out.

"Damn," she said. "I need more."

"Kenny and Ronan will be here in five minutes," said Bill.

"OK then," said Jessica, with a smile. She turned to me.

"You have another appointment," said Jessica, and rattled off a room number. Jessica actually pushed me out of the bed.

I can take an order. I got dressed and did what you would have done in this circumstance. I freaking knocked on the door.

The door opened a little and just a head came around.

"Oh goody," said Queen Amy. She grabbed my hand and pulled me in and shut the door.

She is gloriously naked. I know I gasped. The straightest woman in the world would have gasped and then begged to go down on her.

That good.

"Would you like me to stay or go?" asked a voice. I looked up and it was another guest. With a rock hard cock. Which I could see because he is naked.

"I'm Corey," he said, laughing.

"You should stay," I croaked. "And pleased to meet you. I'm Kosta." At least the second part was in my normal voice.

"How experienced are you, Kosta?" said Amy. "Would you like us to teach you?"

All I could manage at that point was vigorous nodding. She waved Corey over and they freaking undressed me.

It might have been the most sensual experience of my life. OK, given the two times I have had sex have both been in the backseat of a car, I'm confident it was number one. OK, not exactly true and Bill and Jessica have set a high bar. Now I am standing here naked and they are both on their knees, sharing my cock.

Oh boy.

"Have you cum today?" asked Amy. I shook my head no.

"Oh good," said Amy. They proceeded to give me a simply incredible blowjob. We'll just say like daughter like mother. And son. Yeah, that good.

I could feel myself swell and Corey pulled off my cock. He aimed my cock, so I just covered them both with cum. It was a lot of cum. Amy laughed and licked off my cock and then stood up and pulled Corey to his feet. They walked over and laid back on the bed, side by side.

"Lick it up and kiss it to us," said Amy. I must have hesitated.

"Have you ever been with a man?" asked Amy. I shook my head no. Nope. Not even Bill. Don't know why. OK, maybe I was focused on Jessica.

"Are you a virgin?" asked Corey.

"No," I said. "Almost. Twice, in the back seat of a car. Once pretty unsuccessfully. Until last night."

That made them laugh.

"Oh goody," said Corey, which made us all laugh.

"Let's consider this a teaching day," said Amy. "When do you have to be home?"

"My dad is out of town," I said. "He trusts me, so, never."

"Oh goody," they both shouted.

I'm not stupid. I yelled "Oh goody jinx."

"Clean us up," said Amy. "You can fulfill that with cum-filled kisses."

So I did. They coached me. They had me get Corey clean first. I liked licking his balls. He even had me lick the shaft clean and then explained how to put my lips over my teeth.

And suck his cock. It is so cool! He finally pushed me off.

"Not ready yet," he said. "Clean up Amy."

Amy proceeded to give me a master class in pleasuring a woman.

"This will do you well in life. Once the girls understand your talents, you'll be beating them off," said Amy.

"As opposed to beating off," said Corey. For some reason, we all found that funny. OK, I did.

Finally Amy had enough or was just ready for a cock. My cock! She pushed me back and climbed up and sat right down on my cock, facing me. She gently bounced, which was heaven, but then Corey offered us both his cock.

He didn't make us stop this time. I am just covered in cum. Covered!

And it isn't mine. I couldn't last much longer, and Amy settled down and let me cum inside her. Oh. My. God.

But it gets better. She slid up and sat right down on my face and I got to suck my own cum out of her, while she bucked like a damn bronco.

I won't narrate it all, but we'll finish that I managed six and Corey managed five and I learned an awful lot.

Particularly given a couple of those were in me. One of which was in a train, which was both new to me and glorious.

Not another one

Jessica here. Bill and I are at the wave pool and Mom is in a lounge chair. All the same crowd was with us. In our case, that includes Kenny and Ronan.

Yay!

Did I mention they joined us once Kosta left? Oh yeah. Three on two.

I liked those odds.

Bill, Kenny, Ronan, Micah, and I were playing in the wave pool. Does three on two make more sense now?

Dayum.

Sorry, but well, dayum.

Another boy swam up and we're a pretty welcoming group. We started to chat with him. He's about 10 and shared that his name is Rory. He clearly wasn't interested in me, or even Bill, but Micah and Kenny both appeared to be a draw. He slowly started positioning himself between us, blocking Bill and me.

I didn't mind.

Did I sell that?

Then he started boasting about being a martial arts expert in several disciplines, two of which he mispronounced. My bullshit meter was pegged, and I know Bill's was too.

But it was working, at least on Micah.

"So, Bill," said Micah. "Haven't you done a little martial arts? Maybe the two of you could do an exhibition."

Yes, the topic had innocently come up. And yes, Micah is setting Rory up. She winked at me. Yep.

"It really wouldn't be a contest," said Bill, which caused Rory to puff out his chest and grin.

"Even Jessica could kick his ass," said Bill. Hey! OK, that was a brilliant setup, bro.

"Yeah, right," said Rory, falling deeply into the trap. You could sense a little hesitation. I wonder if he'd ever done any martial arts. We got out of the pool and there is a nice grassy area off to the side. I'm good at this. We all walked over there, and Rory and I lined up opposite each other and got into a fighting stance. At least he was smart enough to mimic me, so he looked like he knew what he was going.

How do I know? I mentioned I needed to warm up and did the dumbest stretch routine.

Which he matched, move for move. Hell, I'm surprised he didn't hurt himself. He did fall down trying to duplicate my standing splits move. You stand on your left leg and lift your right leg up against your face.

Standing splits.

He tried it again and fell over again. Dude, it takes some practice.

By now a crowd of kids had gathered. I went over and took his hand to shake it and leaned in.

"We really should stop this," I said. "I'm going to kick your ass."

He laughed. That was not a good plan. He was headed down the wrong path in life and I was going to help him find the right way. Oh, I was going to be careful, so I didn't hurt him.

Much.

Even some adults gathered around. It didn't take long to figure out that one of them is his mom. She was looking on with a smirk. Then she winked at me. Got it. She knew he needed it too.

We started and he danced. He tried to just avoid me, but the crowd wouldn't have it. He finally rushed at me.

How cliche.

I stepped to the side and swept his feet. That face plant had to sting. He hopped back up and did it again. Just rushing at me.

This time when he got close, I grabbed his hand and turned my hip and flipped him onto his back. No, I didn't use my powers. His own momentum flipped him. I leaned over and offered him a hand.

"Better to quit now," I said. He slapped my hand away and scrambled up. I looked over at his mom, who was just loving it. He realized I was distracted and swung a big punch.

Yeah, I'm not stupid dude. I swept his hand out of the way and punched him, right in the chest, knocking him on his ass. It knocked his breath out, so I waited for him to recover, to chants of finish him.

He got up on his knees, still catching his breath, and then launched himself towards me. Like I didn't expect it. I grabbed both arms and fell onto my back. I pulled on his arms and used my feet on his hips and flipped him over me. He hit the ground hard, on his back. I hopped up and he was dazed.

"We're done, dude," I said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Then he did something unexpected. He looked up at me.

"Thank you," he said, to my surprise. "I think I really needed that. I was an ass and I'm sorry." By now his mom had walked up and was clearly surprised at what he said. Rory noticed her standing there.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said. "I know it has been tough since Dad died and I didn't make it better. I will now. I promise." With that, he rolled onto his stomach and with some effort got onto his knees and then stood up. He walked over to me and took my right arm and lifted it in the air, to cheers from the assembled crowd.

I went for the hug, to more cheers. I do like a good hug and I could feel him enjoying my hug.

You understand that I meant he got hard, right?

Just then Mom walked up. We already bought the park, so no need to be incognito. The funny thing is that neither of them immediately recognized her. Hell, they didn't recognize us.

"Hi," said Mom, to Rory's mom. "I'm their mom." She pointed at the two of us.

"Sorry if that was a problem," said Mom. Rory's mom laughed.

"Best thing I have ever seen," said his mom. "Don't feel bad, Rory," said his mom. "You just got your ass kicked by Princess Jessica." She turned back to mom and shook her hand.

"Kathy," said his mom.

"We're going to go play a game in our room," said Bill. "Can Rory come?"

Kathy looked at Bill, then back at Mom, who just smiled.

"Sure," said Kathy, then she turned to Mom.

"Perhaps we could play a game in our room?" said Kathy. To Mom. Which shocked Rory.

But given his cock bounced...

"Why don't we do this," said Mom. "Let the kids go play and we will too. Then in an hour or so, Rory and Micah can join us."

Eyebrows went to the sky.

"You own the park," moaned Kathy.

"Oh yeah," said Mom, in a sultry voice.

Oh boy.

Maybe Mom will narrate that one, but I have no doubt it was amazing. I did laugh that when they came back out, Micah, Kathy, and Mom were full of energy.

Corey and Rory were about to pass out.

Going to the races

Amy this time. We're going to the races. There is a 300-mile Nascar race today. I want to drive in it. Yeah, lots of notice, right? We're going early and we're going to buy a ride in a spare car. It's kind of what we do. We knew it wouldn't be effective as Elfi and Carlisa, so we washed out the color. It's kind of cool. There's a shampoo that causes the color to release. Something about nanobots. I'm sure Jessica could explain it.

Now, I'm not going in cold. I called Chip two weeks ago. Chip Ganassi. I've got the ride if I show up.

And I'm showing up. The challenge would have been the late entry, but he's already done the entry, just with a driver to be named.

That would be me and yes, I have all the necessary background and licenses to race. It will just be controversial.

It's the tits. Trust me. It's the tits. Nascar fans aren't exactly enlightened. The only thing I have going for me is that they're nice tits.

Well, they are. We decided to check out and go home from the race. Who should be at the desk but Kosta. I like that boy.

Well I do.

"I thought I should mention there are cameras in the big slides," he said, with a smile.

"You're just telling us now?" I said.

"Oh hell, we enjoyed it," said Kosta. "I just thought you should know. This would be fantastic Gamma resorts. Although that would sure cut out all the locals."

"What an excellent idea," said Jessica.

"Yes, it is," I said. "We agree that it stays open to the public. Two areas to the park."

"Excellent," said Kosta. He freaking knew what that meant.

Good for him.

"Kosta," said Jessica. "We're heading towards our resort off South Carolina for a few days, after the NASCAR race. It's not open yet, so it would just be a small family group. Maybe thirty or forty of us. Would you like to join us?"

"Yes, I would love that," said Kosta. "If I might be so bold, I live in a single parent household. I believe you would truly love my dad Kenyon and especially my 5-year-old brother, Deon."

"I'm sure we would," said Jessica. Her voice sounded like she is a four-pack a day smoker. "Please invite them along." OK, the smoker voice was better than the squeak at the end.

"You mentioned the race," said Kosta. "We're all big fans. Enjoy the race."

Jessica looked at me with a smirk.

Oh gosh. Bill and Jessica will have to entertain Deon and Kosta in the suite I rented. Whatever will they do? No, don't go there. We don't own the track.

Yet.

We won't cheat

We won't. Why would we? Watch a nice race then go back to the waterpark and fuck. Repeatedly. Kenyon, Deon, and Kosta are with us. So are Rory and Kathy. Plus Bill and me. This is Jessica. Just a nice group of people and given we have two adults, the staff isn't freaking out. They're a little confused that I keep signing things but rolling with it.

The plan might change though. Maybe. Maybe not. You see Marcus, the owner of the speedway complex, dropped in to say hi. It was really thoughtful, and he clearly knows who we are, because he introduced himself to Bill and me first. Props for him continuing the conversation with me. Being a girl and all and a little one at that. He had someone with him. I'm thinking it was a setup, of sorts, but not for me. For Mom.

"Hi," said the other guy. "My name is Jim."

Bill snorted. Oh God I love that. Now he has to deal with it. He looked at me and laughed.

"We were hoping to find a few minutes with your mom after the race," said Jim. Yeah, I think he meant business related time. He couldn't handle Mom.

"I'm afraid we're meeting Mom, so she won't be coming to the suite," said Bill. "Is there anything we can help you with?"

I'd looked it all up. Yes, our team has a valuation of both the speedway and of NASCAR. Jim is the President and co-owner of NASCAR. Sure, why not. Maybe we'll buy Mom a gift.

No wait. I sent a quick text and got an equally quick reply.

"Hold up," I said. "Let's cut to the chase. Are there any cars that are registered but don't yet have drivers?"

Marcus looked a little confused but responded.

"Yes, Joe Gibbs has one and so does Stewart-Haas," said Marcus. I looked and Bill already had his phone out. He smiled and nodded.

"What do you both want, money-wise? Let's cut a deal now," I said. They named figures, which I knew were fine. I nodded to Bill and less than a minute later, the buzzing from both men answered my question. No need to look at Bill, who is trying to control his laughter. You know how this works. Both men checked their phones and looked startled, then laughed.

"We'd heard stories like this, but I admit, I didn't think they were true," said Marcus. Jim just nodded, all the while smiling really big.

You do follow, right? The door opened and in walked a man holding two small fire suits on hangers. Bill ran over and grabbed them and tossed one to me. I don't think I quite thought it through but stripped quickly to my panties and pulled on the suit. I noticed Bill did the same thing.

Except Bill's commando. Ah well. I think both men enjoyed us both.

Hell, I did and I see Bill naked every day.

We both ran out of the suite. I'll let the courier finish that story.

I suppose I am the courier

"What just happened?" said Jim. Marcus was just standing there, with his mouth open, tenting out his pants. Yeah, well, I get it. I can't touch them, but I know they are both gorgeous. Fun to watch too.

I'm guessing you know this is their dad. Bob. I looked out the window and the cars were all taking the track for practice. Three of them have a new logo on the roof, which makes them easier to see. The logo of the Kingdom of Dionysus.

Three of them. Are you caught up yet? Just then the announcer came on and it is piped into the suite.

"We've just been notified that there are three late entrants into the race. Wait, this can't be right. Is this right? Seriously? You've got to be kidding," said the announcer. Live. Over the system.

"I'll be damned," said the announcer. "Oops." Have you ever heard a speedway full of people all laugh?

"OK then," said the announcer. "In car number 22, driving for Chip Ganassi racing, is Queen Amy of Dionysus." The cheer was loud and long. I think it is the tits. We don't even seem to have last names anymore. How weird is that.

"Driving car 31 for Stewart-Haas is Prince Bill of Dionysus, competing against his twin sister Princess Jessica in the number 17 car of Joe Gibbs racing," said the announcer.

I was smart enough to cover my ears. Inside.

It was loud. Really loud. Sure I brought their cars. I'm sure you're wondering how we had them done up in the right livery.

You'd have to ask Jessica. She had the cars painted over seven months ago. We've learned to just not ask. Yes, you can swap cars at the last minute.

"That can't be right," said Marcus. "Those tiny children are racing?"

I waved them over to the window just as the pack came by. We could see all three of them passing other drivers. Lots of other drivers. We waited and the pack came around again.

Jessica-Amy-Bill.

Drafting each other. And pulling away. Quickly.

Then Amy went for the pass. Jessica blocked her out, but Bill saw the opportunity and snuck around on the outside. They are now running down the front straight, at speed, three abreast, on a track that really doesn't quite hold three cars.

The upcoming turn definitely didn't.

Jessica made an aggressive dive into the corner. Bill was on the outside and never had a chance. They came out of the turn.

Jessica-Amy-Bill

Somehow I suspect that's your podium, folks.

And so it was.

So much more to this story, but I'll save that for another journal entry.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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