22 February 2021

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The end of the world

Leslie here. I got a call directly from Kyrsten and she conferenced in Dad. She said there was an emergency and I needed to get to her office as fast as possible and to bring Lawrence.

Dad, Lawrence, and me. While we're a fun group together, I doubt if the emergency was that Kyrsten was horny.

At least I didn't think so. Then again, if I ever told her how good Lawrence was at oral, she might steal him. Hell, she might marry him. Nerds rule.

OK, probably not about marrying Lawrence. I told Dad to call Lawrence and get him ready. I'd pick Dad up first, then Lawrence, then shoot to the White House. OK, shoot might not be the best word choice. We took my fully armed F-87 because all we needed was the jump seat. We flew fast and he got on quickly and we were back in the air. They led us right into the Oval office and Kyrsten had her own nerd. There was a young man, maybe late twenties, in her office. She introduced him as Shif, from NASA. Kind of a weird name for kind of a nerd. Well, at least he had reasonable social skills. That wasn't always guaranteed.

"We have a crisis and by we, I mean the whole world," said Kyrsten. "It's a big fucking deal and it took too long to get to me. I immediately called you."

"I get why Lawrence is here," said Shif. "But why these too, particularly the little girl?" It took some effort, but I didn't punch him. I think Kyrsten understood, since she stepped a little between us. Oh, I wouldn't have hit him, but he probably wasn't getting in my pants. Probably. He was cute.

"Shif, we've already talked about this," said Kyrsten. "You have to try harder." Ah! He's on the spectrum. Got it. OK, I'd probably fuck him again. I'll bet he doesn't get laid enough.

I guess I should focus. Kyrsten led us into the situation room. This was a little cool. I know it wouldn't mean anything to Chris, but it did to me, and clearly to Lawrence. Nothing fazed Dad. Nothing. Even Shif appeared a little cowed. He sucked it up and pushed a button on a remote control. The projector turned on and we saw a drawing of the earth, the sun, and what looked like an asteroid.

Oh. A big asteroid. It wasn't a picture, it was an animation. Of the asteroid hitting, and breaking apart, the Earth. This wasn't just mass extinction time. This was a world killer.

Well fuck. Then I saw Lawrence smile.

"We've been tracking this for months," said Lawrence. "Your trajectory is wrong. It will be close, between the Earth and the Moon, but it won't strike the planet."

Then Shif and Lawrence got into an argument. Finally they sat down at the computer together. It was still projecting, so we could see what they were doing. It was math. Crazy complicated math. I couldn't follow it, and neither could Dad or Kyrsten, but the two scientists could. Even with that, there was a section in the calculation that they didn't agree. Lawrence turned to me.

"We need Nan and Tegan," said Lawrence. "They're better at this then either of us. Get them." I called Tegan and explained the emergency and to drop everything and get Nan and come immediately. She took me at my word because they set records. I might have been a little too firm because they both walked into the oval office in swimsuits. Nan was in a simple one-piece.

Tegan was in a small bikini. A small bikini. I know Kyrsten was seething. Not in a bad way. Well, maybe in a bad way. Come on. A bisexual woman? I was and I knew I could have her whenever I wanted. OK, Tegan would do Kyrsten in a heartbeat if the opportunity were presented.

"Oh you've got to be kidding," said Shif. "First you bring her, then she's not young enough? A kindergartner and her sexy sidekick?" OK, at least he recognized Tegan was sexy, although the comment was uncalled for. Tegan just laughed and struck a pose and laughed again. I saw Dad texting and suspected he was asking someone to bring clothes for Tegan and Nan. It was, well, odd. It didn't bother them, though. They sat at the table while Shif went through the math. I had trouble not laughing, though, when the official White House photographer came in to memorialize the meeting. I didn't know when they'd get published, but the scientist with the laser pointer giving a lecture to two young girls in swimsuits was hilarious. I gave Shif credit, he quickly realized that Nan and Tegan knew their shit. They walked through the entire equation and then they argued over the same spot in the calculations. Apparently Tegan agreed with Shif and Nan agreed with Lawrence.

"This is stupid, really stupid," said Nan. "If the four of us can't agree, then we don't fucking know. We can bring in a thousand more mathematicians, but that calculation is going to be controversial. Some will agree, some won't, and if, in the end, we side with the people that think it will miss and they were wrong, we'll see a very large asteroid for a very short period of time before our planet blows up. So we have to fucking do something."

All that from the tiny little body. Shif had long forgotten they were young. I'm pretty sure he had not forgotten that Tegan was in a skimpy bikini and I'll bet it hurt a little.

"Can we take a short break please," I said. "I need to talk privately to Shif. We'll go out in the hall." He looked confused, but followed me, a little like a puppy. I knew where the restrooms were and knew there was a family bathroom. I might not be here as often as Chris, but I had been here before. I looked both ways and no one was around, so I pushed him into the family bathroom, followed him in, and shut and locked the door. I reached down and tried to adjust him through his pants. Yeah, he gasped and then smiled. I just couldn't get it right. He had a nice, big cock. I finally unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, along with his underwear. Out popped an impressive 10-inch (25.5 cm) thick, uncut cock. He let out a moan this time.

"I'm going to cum," he said in a firm whisper.

Shit. I did the only thing I could do. I dropped onto my knees and took him in my mouth. Hot damn that was a lot of cum. I had to swallow a couple times but saved the last in my mouth. I quickly stood up and kissed him, forcing my tongue in a little.

Then I passed him his cum. It's always a moment of truth, but he moaned and took it all. He was even bold enough to grope my breasts a little, but that was just getting him hard again and I made him stop. I pulled up his underwear and adjusted him properly and then let him buckle up his pants.

Then I lifted my little skirt. Oh, I was commando. I watched him get hard again, but at least it was aimed the right way. I unlocked the door and looked again and whispered for him to wait one full minute. I went back into the room. Tegan saw me and raised her eyebrows and did an exaggerated lick of her lower lip. Oh. I did the same and caught that nice tang. Thanks Tegan. She winked at me.

She did rock that damn suit. Just then a Secret Service agent came in holding two small bags. Reusable, of course. Ah, clothes for the girls. They ran out and changed and came back much more respectably in shorts and polos, complete with the Hayden logo. Kyrsten had the photographer come back in and redo the shots. Too bad, the first ones would have been more popular. Hell, put Tegan on the cover and the book would sell out multiple printings. I'll talk to Jaylen about a copy of the first set. Hey, late at night, alone in the bed.

Kidding. I was releasing them to the news outlets.

And then probably masturbating.

Tegan on cover, for sure. Then again, Nan too.

They'd kept the conversation going and Shif joined in but was clearly confused. Nan explained ion drives to him and he laughed.

"Shit, you're serious?" said Shif. "You've actually invented them?" That's when we took Shif for a short ride, with Lawrence.

"How long do we have?" I asked. Shif pointed out the windscreen.

"See the bright dot?" he said. "That's the asteroid. Our math varies, but worst case, 62 hours."

"What?" I said. "62 hours? What's the plan?"

"If we had time, we could custom build drive engines, bolt them to the side and exert just enough force to miss the earth and the moon. We don't have the luxury of time," said Lawrence. "My plan is to send as many F-81 and E-82 planes to the asteroid as we can. The F-81 will use rockets to blow craters into the asteroid. Every pilot will use one of the holes and press the nose of their plane against it. We'll control the throttles to give an organized push. Even the smaller planes, like the S-88. All of them."

"Won't that crush the nose cones? Do they have the integrity to handle it?" I asked.

"Yes and no," said Lawrence. "They don't. Most will hold. Some won't. We can't even guess the percentage. Maybe none will hold."

"And they'll die," I said.

"Probably. But we'll send everyone in full suits," said Lawrence. "If we do it right, if their cone fails, they'll lose pressure but not integrity of the entire plane. They'll eject, or just jump the hell out, and we'll pick them up with any C-80's that we bring along. We'll use those as pushers too, since we believe they'll hold. In fact, we'll try them first, but hold two back for rescues."

"How many planes do you need?" I asked.

"Every single one," said Lawrence. "And it still might not be enough."

Oh. Every single one meant we needed every single pilot. All of us. Tegan. Me. Mom. Dad. Even Nan. All of us.

"The planes can be piloted remotely, can't we do that?" I asked. Lawrence shook his head no.

"The software would stop the plane and override our commands. The only way to get contact with the asteroid is manually," said Lawrence.

"You know what you're telling me," I said.

"I do," he said. "Very much and very sadly."

"The vast majority, more than 80%, of our pilots are under 18. 50% are under 12. You may be sending every single one of them to their death," I said.

"Yes. Including you," he said. "And we might be wrong."

Fuck for fuck sakes.

We landed and went back into the Oval office and Lawrence explained it to everyone that was there. Dad, Tegan, and Nan caught the implication long before Kyrsten. She understood it would risk pilot's lives, but she didn't understand the pilots. I explained it to her.

"Well fuck," she said, summing it all up nicely. "We can't ask families to do that. Some of your families are all pilots. Leslie, your family are all pilots. The fucking king and queen."

"Yes," said Dad. "But we really have no choice. We risk the death of the planet. I, and every other trained pilot, would give our lives to stop that. We would. I would. We literally do not have a choice."

"Me too," said Nan, Tegan, and me, all at once. Nobody thought jinx was appropriate.

"Everyone is meeting in the auditorium in 90 minutes," said Nan. "I had it arranged. Every pilot and their immediate family. Some family members won't be there, like Mary and John, but it is the best I could do. I was going to stream it, but we need to keep it contained. Let's go. Kyrsten, Shif, Lawrence, you're all coming with us." Kyrsten looked like she was going to balk but nodded. She called in her lead agent and told him that she was going with us and he couldn't. He freaked, but then he saw the look on her face, and just agreed.

I would have too.

Kyrsten flew with us and Shif and Lawrence flew with Tegan and Nan. By the time we got it all going, we were going to be there just in time. We landed and went inside. Morgan, Chris, Orlando, and Mom were already there, backstage with a collection of close family.

"What the hell is going on?" demanded Mom. Dad hugged her.

"Go sit down. All of you. We can all hear it together," said Dad. "Leslie is going to explain it, along with Nan and Tegan and a couple others."

They all left, reluctantly, to sit down. The front row had been saved, out of courtesy, so all of our families were right up front. We had all agreed that I would give the presentation, with Kyrsten standing with me, and the other four beside us. My job since I am the Minister of Defense.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice. Many of you will recognize that I am standing with the President of the United States. What I am going to tell you is going to be brief, and we'll save the technical details for later, but I need to get the basics out there. Please know that everything you hear in this room is highly confidential. You cannot speak to anyone about it, not even your family or best friend if they are not in this room now. I know many of you in this room are young, but we trusted you as a space pilot and we're going to trust you with this information. We need your help. The help of every pilot in this room and any pilot that didn't make it here yet." With that, the rear door opened, and I saw Natalie and Ty come in with their families. Fuck.

"In simple terms, there is an asteroid that is heading towards earth. There are disagreements on this, but many scientists believe that it will be a direct hit on earth. It large enough that a direct hit will cause the earth to immediately explode," I said. "Even a glancing blow would be fatal to the planet."

I waited until the audience settled down, including my own family.

"If we had enough time, our scientists could come up with a number of solutions," I said. I looked at my phone. "We have 53 hours. That's it. There is one, and only one, hope. By using our entire fleet of space planes, we may be able to push it off course enough to fly past the earth. I highlight two things in that sentence. One is the word might. We might fail, but we will have tried. The second is the word entire fleet. The reason you are all here is you are all of our pilots. We need every pilot. We need you all to fly, regardless of your age."

I paused again, because it got loud, but settled down. I raised my hands.

"I'm not done and listen closely. The only way for this to work is that each of us needs to gently push the nose cone of our aircraft against the asteroid. The systems will object, and we will have to manually override them. That is why we cannot do this remotely. We don't have time. If all of this was not bad enough, we are not confident that the hull integrity of every ship will hold. Some of the ships, and maybe all of the ships, will have an atmosphere breach. In a space suit, the pilot will likely survive, and if, and I stress the word if, they can get out of the plane, we can try to rescue them. Some won't make it out. Some we won't be able to rescue," I said.

"Some won't have suits. We did an inventory and we're short 42 suits. For those that wear a size with a shortage, we'll do a lottery. Some will have to go without a suit. If your hull breaches, you will die on the asteroid, knowing that you gave your life to try to save a planet," I said. Lawrence came up and whispered in my ear. I guess that made it easier.

"Lawrence just confirmed that the analysis has been finalized and with no action, the asteroid will hit our planet. We have to go," I said. "I'll be in the lead plane. My entire family, all of them, will be flying. I won't be accepting a suit if there are not enough in my size. This is my job. It is a risk I will take. Our time is short. For those of you here supporting a family member that is a pilot, we ask that you spend fifteen minutes saying goodbye. We don't have longer and for that I am sorry. Hopefully, this is goodbye, and we'll see you soon, but it won't be for everyone. Fifteen minutes. Thank you."

The entire room was quiet for a moment and then everyone started talking. As the fifteen minutes got close, people started leaving. They were leaving their family members behind. Their children. Their siblings. Their parents. Think about that. Some of the people leaving could be orphans. Some of the people leaving could lose every one of their children.

Some, like ours, could lose the entire family. Every single one of us.

Fuck.

"OK, our next step is to regroup at the training facility on Aether. That's where we will lift off from and it won't be in 50 hours. We need to go in the next few hours. If the first push doesn't work, we'll keep trying until we lose the last plane. That might happen and we might still fail," I said. "Go get your plane. We'll see you in a few." Everyone started filing out. Even my family didn't come try to talk. They knew what they needed to do. Tegan, Nan, and I walked out together. Nan didn't have her plane, so Tegan was dropping her to get it. I took Kyrsten and the two scientists and headed to Aether. The mood was understandably somber. We gathered again in the main training room and it was cramped. Crews gathered all the suits, and another group did the lottery for them. They started calling names to come up and get a suit.

None of my family accepted their suit. I wasn't surprised.

Once the suits were handed out, Shif got up and explained the process. The F-81s would go first and the programming was complete for the rockets to make the appropriate touch points. We were just along for the ride at that point. The E-82, C-80, and other planes would stay off the asteroid, just a bit away, until they were needed. The C-83 satellite catchers were the rescue ships. We had limited pilots that could fly them, and it turned out they needed both Morgan and Chris to fly one. Well, at least two of our family would survive, for a while. If we didn't save the earth, they'd just be up there until the food ran out. I think that would be worse. No, that's not fair. They'd jump to another planet. I pointed out that we needed men on their planes.

To repopulate.

If we did save the earth, they might be two of five people that returned.

Our family all hugged, and we loaded up. We didn't even get one last orgy. We flew off, with me in the lead. I'm the leader of the defense force, right? Orlando, Sophia, Nan, Tegan, Gabe, and others were right behind me. Maria led another group. We got to the asteroid pretty quickly, given how close it had gotten.

First, we fired the rockets. They did their job and considerable debris was thrown into space but swept quickly away. Everyone, in every available plane, quickly had a display map of the holes, with their own spot in green. Shif and Lawrence were going to tell us go and we were supposed to ease into full power and stay until they said stop. I think I had everybody part crossed at this point. They were not going to tell us of any failures or catastrophes until we were done. No distractions.

It was time and I accelerated against the rock. I could feel, and see, the nose cone crumple, but it held. I think barely. We stayed on power for what felt like days but was about 45 minutes when they told us to shut down and back away. Some failures would occur then, and the plane next to mine was one of them. I saw the pilot get out and float away. Go get them Chris. I saw other people floating away too.

I saw one plane explode. Fuck. I don't know if they got out or not. We didn't want to risk reentry, so we all went into orbit around the moon. As fast as we could, everyone docked and got out, then the plane was sent remotely into the sun. They were all useless at this point. We'd ferry home on the few planes that were not involved. We were not even going to risk planes that appeared OK. While I was waiting to dock, since I planned on being last, I found out that all of the people had been rescued, except one, who lost his life in the explosion.

Martan. Max's twin brother. His 10-year-old twin brother.

What was particularly sad was that by any measure at all, if this ended up working, losing just one was a huge win. Simply amazing.

It didn't feel that way to me. I know it wouldn't feel that way to Max. Or their two other brothers or two other sisters or parents.

He was a hero. The first hero of Dionysus. A hero of the world. We did get word that the calculations said it worked. We'd saved the entire planet.

Martan had saved the entire planet. We were just along for the ride. I finally landed and ejected my plane. I went into the family quarters. We would be the last to head home. Others needed it more than we did. We all fell into each other's arms, grateful to be alive. As tempting as it was to strip and have a passionate reunion, we needed to go out and be with the families. We needed to find Max.

I needed to tell Max. They were the only two pilots in their family. No one knew. No one on the station but me knew.

I used his RFID chip to find him. He was in a room he was supposed to share with Martan. I knocked on the door and he opened it.

"Where's Martan? Where is he?" asked Max. I steered him back into his room and shut the door. First I gave him a hug and he started crying. He knew.

"How many did we lose?" asked Max.

"Just Martan," I said. "He was the only one."

"Good. That's good. That would have made him happy," said Max. Yes, it would have. We laid down on the bed and he told me Martan stories. Funny ones, silly ones, sad ones. I relived their lives through the stories. Finally we needed some sleep. I undressed him and he undressed me, but nothing happened. We just snuggled together and went to sleep. My guess is that over half of his life, starting in the womb, he had slept like this with Martan.

Never again.

Fuck.

We slept through the night and when we woke up, I pulled him to me, and he made gentle love to me. He needed it. Hell I needed it. He started crying when he came, but he still cleaned me up. He just swallowed, which I understood. I pulled him into the shower and ended with shampooing his hair. He insisted on doing mine. I think it helped him a little. We got dressed and I took him with me back to the family quarters. By now, someone that left early had told his parents, and his family, in person. I should have sent Max back already, but he wasn't ready to face them. They hadn't lived through it. He had. I made sure his family knew what was going on, and they understood.

Our family ended up on the moon station for eight days. It took that long for everyone to get ferried home. We didn't have any current model space planes anymore except the C-83. They all burned up in the sun. We could make more.

We couldn't replace Martan.

The family held a very private funeral. I was the only non-family member there. Max asked me if I would sit with him and the family agreed. I cried more than I have in my entire life. We all did. The world honored him, but it would not bring him home. He was a hero. A hero of the world. That didn't lessen the impact on his family.

Two weeks later might even have been harder. It was graduation at Dionysus Athens. Max and Martan were both supposed to graduate with the master's in aerospace engineering. Certainly, an appropriate degree, given the circumstances. The family asked me to attend with them again, and we took my 52 across. We didn't have planes to hop around in yet. We would. We drove up to the campus and it was the first time that the family had seen the new sign. We had Martan's parent's permission. Cara and Cael, but the others didn't know yet. All five of them. Martan had five siblings. You've met them. Bailey, Casey, Gilroy, Kaleigh, and Max. As we drove up the driveway they all saw the sign. This wasn't Dionysus Athens anymore. In very large, ornate script, it read:

The Martan School

It felt right. Martan received his degree posthumously and Max accepted it for him, crying. We were all crying and by all I mean every person in the auditorium.

This just sucked. It all came back when Orlando's production company released the documentary of the entire event, from the cameras of every plane. It was almost entirely silent, but the world saw what we saw. The fear was palpable, but we knew what we had to do.

He did not use footage from Martan's plane.

I'll close down the story. I started to say sad story but it is not. It is the story of a young man that saved the world. Let's all remember it that way.

Oh, and Lawrence and his team immediately developed stand-alone drive units that could fly themselves, attach to the asteroid, and move it, all without people.

If only.

Four courses and a space station

Somehow my story is the first after they flew. I didn't know how to handle that and asked Phary. She said that we just needed to get the stories back to fun ones. That seemed wrong, so I asked Pari too.

She agreed. Oh boy. Here I go. I didn't fly. I don't know how yet.

Phary and Pari did. Back to my story, difficult as that is. It has been a bit. There were no journal entries for a while. The timing is a little confusing, because the journal entries take a bit to publish, particularly that one. Much of my story came after they flew. I'll drag the timeline back. There are planes now again too.

It has been one week since I met Phary. This is Cassiopeia.

One week.

In that time I have played golf at Augusta National, in China, in South Africa, and in Australia.

One week ago I had never been outside of the Dallas area.

China. South Africa. Australia.

Right now I am on my way to Paris from Vino. Paris! Phary did say I'd write this entry so here I am.

Our first trip was to China. The course was amazing. It was rugged and difficult and the views over the South China sea were incredible. We are at The Dunes at Shenzhou Peninsula, which is on Hainan Island. Like that meant anything to me.

Phary told me that golf really wasn't a thing on Dionysus yet, but she would invite fun people to play with us. She just warned that they would suck.

Badly.

Her two friends met us at the course. She might have warned me that her two friends were King Bob and Princess Chris. I admit it wasn't my best round of golf. I did OK but I was a little star struck. Do you know what surprised me the most?

They were so freaking nice. Just like everyone else I've met so far. Hunter and Tomas are hilarious. Sometimes they act like an old married couple and bicker. They usually stop when I start laughing. You know I've met them.

We spent a little time in the nineteenth hole, but given Phary and I couldn't drink, we headed back.

"You know," said Chris. "We can't really enjoy each other safely here. Why don't we have dinner on the space station?"

Well sure. The space station. Wait, she's not kidding. Holy shit. We took Chris' plane and freaking shot into the air. I've been on Phary's plane, but never quite like this. I might have screamed a little, but I calmed down. OK, I admit, I calmed down when Bob went down on me. Out of concern for me.

Sure we'll go with that. I just know that I was flying while we were flying.

Yeah, you get it.

We got to the station quickly and docked at what Chris said is the family quarters. She led us into the dock and set quite the example for us.

Her clothes didn't make it 15 feet into the space station. Now I'm on the space station, with Phary, Chris, and Bob. Naked.

Seems good. We walked into the living room and found their spouses.

Noah is laying back on the carpet and Amy is just bouncing on his cock.

Pari is sitting on his face.

Well, ya gotta keep busy when your spouse is out of town. Pari waved me over. I stood next to her, which put my pussy at her mouth height.

How handy is that. Oh, sorry for squirting all over you, folks.

Although they seemed to enjoy it. Suddenly Amy stood up and took my hand.

And helped me settle down on Noah's cock. This is such a friendly family.

It got a little wild from there. Wilder. More wild.

You get the idea.

We wore out Noah pretty quickly and headed out to the restaurant for dinner. OK, this was a new dining experience. How do you fill your time waiting for food?

By fucking, of course. This could catch on. I suppose it has in the world of Dionysus. All these lovely strangers so willing to help me out.

Luca and Tegan joined us for dinner.

And after dinner.

From China to Georgia

Our second day we played Augusta. We stayed on the space station long enough to help with our time zone challenges. The only reason. I promise. OK, we fucked a lot more, but ya gotta fill the time.

Now we're at Augusta. What a gorgeous course. I know the history about their treatment of women, but they were all nice to us. I was traveling in a different crowd now for sure. I did laugh because our entire foursome was women. Phary, Maite, Juanita, and me. Juanita was pretty good. She mentioned that she plays a lot. She lives in Orlando and is the coach of the Magic. That is so cool. I mentioned that I was a big basketball fan, and my hometown Mavericks were my team. They weren't very good. Somehow it came up that I only went to one game a year in the nosebleed seats. Juanita promised to fix that.

That night we flew to South Africa. We had time changes so Phary counted on an extra day. We were staying at one of their homes which appear to be everywhere. Seriously everywhere. This one is on Bluewater Bay, which means nothing to me, but I'll bet Google Maps would show it. We grilled steaks in an outdoor kitchen that is in a gazebo out over the water. It was very secluded, which are code words for all four of us being naked. They are an attractive trio.

A little more private than I realized, given I am now bouncing up and down on Juanita's cock.

They taught me to yell tits and a cock.

It startled me when they all yelled yay at the end. Loudly.

Then everyone else arrived. So they threw me with the King. Of course tomorrow's round included the queen and a prince. Queen Amy and Prince Luke.

You expected Orlando didn't you?

Yeah him too. We have a second foursome with Orlando, Grace, Luca, and Tegan. Two more princes and two more princesses. They just arrived.

They're all so damn nice. In every way you can imagine.

We finally headed to Melbourne, Australia. Because after China and South Africa why wouldn't you go to Australia?

Not just a house in Melbourne. An entire island. A big island. We were playing the Royal Melbourne course. Damn it was nice. We needed to head home though because Phary and I were entered in the first phase of qualifying school for the LPGA.

Both of us. Our confidence was high that we could exemptions through at least a round or two. We were probably smoking something, but we had played really well on our whirlwind trip. I love Phary. She's just having a ball. She is within a stroke of me pretty consistently. I've been playing since I was two.

She started playing last week.

I hate her.

No I don't. At all. Maybe a little jealous. Parker played a round with us in Dallas to give Phary pointers. She didn't say a thing for the entire round. To Phary. She had plenty of suggestions for me. Most of which included the phrase "watch how Phary does it".

Phary is working with me on the math. It has improved my game.

A short entry because I am so damn tired. Not from golf.

>From fucking. Freaking aerobic fucked.

Nice.

Back home again, in Indiana

Lukas here, with Jiera, back in Indiana with Diane. You remember Diane, right? I remember Diane like I just saw her naked.

OK, I just saw her naked while I was fucking her. The three of us are still naked.

Naked, naked, naked.

I might be getting carried away, but Diane and Jiera. Both naked.

Naked.

OK, I am focused now. We have two things to work on. The first was to tour all the small motels and figure out what to do with them. The second was an all-employee meeting at Indiana Beach where we announced the change of ownership. We were also putting in a small bus route from Monticello to Lafayette. In flying buses.

That can't surprise you. No, wait. Three things. We were going to buy Purdue. Our real estate arm was working on it. We have a huge team that focuses on school acquisitions. The deal is pretty much done.

The one thing in common between all these motels was their use of cottages. More accurately, they were small fourplexes. One and two bedroom cottages in a four pack. Tiny cottages the way they were built. We had already briefed local contractors about the size and scope of our project and to be prepared for bids.

We strongly suggested that the contractors in the area do a joint bid. Our goal was speed, meaning before the winter weather hit. We wanted multiple crews 24/7, if we could.

We're good employers. Wait until we put out the improvements for Indiana Beach to bid. Then we had lunch. Food is important to us. We checked Yelp and chose One Eyed Jack's. We were trying a lot of places because we had to buy something.

This no wine and beer stuff sucked.

We were told that we should try a Pork Tenderloin sandwich. Orgasmic. How else can I describe them? It didn't hurt that I was at lunch with Jiera and Diane too.

"I have an idea, but it is a little out there," said Diane. We just waited. We wanted to hear. She finally laughed.

"OK. The cottages are freaking adorable. The entire architectural design is so small town Midwest. I want it to survive," said Diane. "So my suggestion is we keep the shell of the cottages. Most of them have two units with two bedrooms and two units with three bedrooms. They're 75 and 100 square meters, respectively. That means if we gut them, we have 350 square meters. That's 3,150 square feet. Some are all two bedrooms, so they'd be 300 square meters, or 2,700 square feet. Finally all the properties have at least two larger units. Those are roughly 500 square meters or 4,500 square feet.

"So, we would end up with almost 130 units. It takes a lot of rooms out of circulation for the property, so let's do a couple things. First, let's build a family house, maybe two. We can position it at the end where we were able to pick up quite a bit of additional land. We'd build a large restaurant and lodge that would serve all the properties. We'd pull down fences and make it one big property.

"Lastly, we can buy the surrounding properties and build a conference center. We need to make this a destination for midwestern companies for their retreats. I think this would work really well. Bigger conferences could rent IB for a night. I'll stop there."

"God it's perfect," I said. Jiera agreed.

"Where does the Gamma go?" asked Jiera. Diane smiled.

"On a boat," said Diane. Huh?

"We own the Shafer Queen, right?" said Diane. "Nice fake paddle boat rides up and down the lake. Let's create a more modern, larger version. The exterior is restaurants and seating, to enjoy the cruise. The interior is playrooms. No sleeping quarters on the boat. You basically schedule your fuck time and the rest of the time hang out at the resort and go to Indiana Beach."

"So you're making all the cottages the Gamma living space and the houses for the family," I said. "So they can play in their cottage, or out on the boat."

"It's all Gamma," said Jiera, which got her a big smile from Diane.

"Oh yeah," said Diane, leaning into Jiera and giving her a big kiss and tweaking her nipple. Then she pushed Jiera over and they started passionately making out.

I think the conversation is over. People were starting to stare. It felt like a good time to leave. The young woman behind the counter was watching and smiling, so this might be the right place to buy. We'll come back to that.

Mo' schools

I knew better. I absolutely knew better. Why did I do it? Why!

Sorry, this is Jiera. We invited some friends to visit for a long weekend and to go to Indiana Beach. Pari, Shelby, and Morgon. All shot up I-65 from Indianapolis. OK, they flew and came direct, but you get the idea. Nothing wrong with that part of the story.

My stupidity was a casual comment. Really. Simple.

But I fucked up. I'll drop you into the conversation. It was the three girls, Lukas, and me. Diane had flown the coop, so to speak. We already had one of the cottages redone and it is spectacular. We were staying there for the weekend. Lukas and his harem, I guess. I'll start after we had, um, welcomed them repeatedly.

We're fun, what can I say. We were sitting in the outdoor jacuzzi. It was very private, which was good, because we were very naked and sipping some fine IPAs.

"Why don't you go ahead and build out the Tippecanoe Mall. While you're doing it, I'd try to buy the Twin Lakes school district here in Monticello. It's a good system, but needs money and leadership," I said. Morgon looked at Pari, who laughed.

"Yes," said Morgon. "You have a very good idea, Jiera."

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck and not in a good way. Pari at least agreed to go with me to meetings with the local Monticello school board and to meet with the city council in Lafayette, where the mall is. We were on our way to the school board meeting now. We were both dressed in nice dresses. Zara, of course. I loved the investment they had made in the school board room. Snazzy. A big, curved table, up high, from which they could look down for the audience to admire them. There were two tables which could only be called a witness table for the inquisition. Oh, and we're still going to buy just Purdue. We didn't really want an entire state all at once again. Yet.

They had voted to make the discussion private. We said no and pointed to the Indiana sunshine laws. They had suggested ways to circumvent the law. We said no. We promised to come to the next regularly scheduled meeting and discuss their desire to work in secret.

They didn't like that. At all.

I particularly don't think they liked that we had an invitation to the meeting delivered to the home of every student in their system. Hand delivered.

Did I say fuck'em yet? We're here for the kids. We've been through this before. We got to the meeting really early and mingled with the crowds. They school board had issued tickets for the seats inside the auditorium, all to their cronies.

Um, do I need to say fuck'em again? It was a beautiful summer evening, so Pari and I sent them a message that we were taking the discussion to the people and holding it in the park across the street.

And yes, we got a permit.

Fuck'em. My slogan for the night. We even had a podium and a sound system, and I'm up.

"We decided to meet with you all out here, in the park, so that our conversations can be inclusive, not hidden. We have a proposal for your community and want your insights, not those of an entrenched bureaucracy. We have notified them that we're out here, and they're welcome to join. We'll see if they do," I said. "My name is Jiera. Many of you know me, because my brother and I are the new owners of Indiana Beach and are redeveloping the nearby hotel properties as a new resort. We anticipate hiring over 3,000 people as we expand. Be sure to send family and friends our way. We're hiring and we pay well."

There was a collective cheer, followed by what can only be described as a group moan.

Mostly from the kids I think.

"The purpose of this meeting is a proposal," said Jiera. "We would like to purchase the entire Twin Lakes school system. We would immediately implement our curriculum. We will tour the facilities but will likely replace every school. All costs are handled by the kingdom, so there would no longer be school taxes. We'll hold an additional town hall, but the basics of our programs are pretty well known. Children work at their own, accelerated pace. Most students that start in the program graduate from high school within a year, regardless of the age they started. College classes will be offered here in town. We have also completed the purchase of Purdue University. All programs, through any degree, are tuition free and you'll have access to schools around the world. That's the short version, but I suspect none of this was new news to any of you."

Right in front there was a young girl. Maybe 10 or so. There was a short lull in noise, and she took the opportunity.

"Will all the schools have wrestling rooms?" she shouted. "Will they be open campuses to the community under your rules of consent?"

Well, right to the point. I had to think through her question for a second.

"Yes, and yes," I said, laughing.

That was quite a cheer from the crowd, none louder than the girl in the front.

I think we're buying a school system.

Oh, and her name is Pru. I like Pru.

Some eclectic shit, man

Pari didn't like the board members so she bought their businesses and banished them to Florida. I'm sure they're happy. Pari would have been fair and ensured they were comfortable, even though she didn't like them. Oh, this is Lukas.

Well she would.

Then she left town. All I know is the name of the companies. That's it. I'm going to visit them one-by-one today, since anyone working there would be confused. Just because it is close, I started with the attorney's office. She bought out the owner. The attorney of the local attorney's office. I have a note that there is one associate. I hope she's there. I had brief scribbled notes. That's it.

I walked into the front door and a bell rang. An old school bell actually hanging from the door. It's very cool. I walked in and there was an empty office ahead, but a desk to the side and a woman sitting at it and clearly working away. She looked exasperated and beautiful. She has golden hair that is in a ponytail but loose strands have started coming out. She has a big coffee mug, from which she seemed to be inhaling coffee. I watched her finish the sentence she was writing and look up.

"Can I help you?" she asked, with a smile. Damn, frazzled or not, she's nice. I like that. I also caught her and laughed. She didn't move her head at all, but she let her eyes do the up/down. She realized I knew when I laughed.

She sat up straight and shrugged.

"Not many attractive young men here in Monticello," said Piper. Yes, her name is freaking Piper and she looks like a Piper.

"So how did I do?" I asked. "Did I fit into the attractive young man category?" She laughed again.

"You certainly do, with an emphasis on young," she said. "You're not very politically correct, are you?"

"No, but I am big on consent," I said.

"If only you had made this a Dionysus consulate," she said, in a throaty voice. Ah. She knows who I am.

"About that," I said, smiling my best smile. "That's what I am here about. Your boss moved away, leaving the office and all the clients to you. The building was included in the transaction and is owned by the country of Dionysus and it was officially named a consulate property a few hours ago."

She got up and walked over and locked the door. She turned around as she started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Then why weren't you here a few hours ago?" she asked, slipping her blouse off and letting it drop. She does not favor bras. She has incredible B cup breasts.

Incredible.

"My shirt is off, why isn't yours?" she asked. Shirt. Off.

"Even nicer than I expected," she said.

"Ditto," I said, and she laughed.

"A cultural reference to my favorite movie," she said. "A nice touch." She wiggled and pushed, and her skirt dropped to the ground. Then the thong. A very sheer thong. She walked over and pushed my shorts down too and out came my cock. It popped up and went right between her legs, nestling against her pussy.

"Well that was fortuitous," she said.

"Use some more big words," I said, reaching down to gently stroke her clit. She didn't last at all. We might need carpet cleaners. She pushed me to the ground and sat right down on my cock.

Just a leisurely fuck while we got to know each other. She kept settling down and stopping until I just couldn't stop anymore. That's when I stroked her clit.

We went off together, but she lifted up and off. Yeah, definitely carpet cleaners. But I'm all about the cleanup and we were both drenched, so...

"Well that was spectacular," I said. "I wonder if all my meetings will go as well."

"What's next?" asked Piper.

"The insurance agency," I said, and Piper laughed.

"Well, that depends on whether that's a consulate too," said Piper. I nodded that it was.

"The only employee left is the part-time dog walker and I suspect she will be simply spectacular," said Piper. "She's also my 11-year-old sister, Stace. Hell, those puffies turn me on and I've never touched them."

"You should come with me to tell her," I said. Piper moaned.

"I'll have to work late," said Piper. "Worth it."

We pulled on our clothes. OK, Piper left the thong behind. We walked two doors down to the insurance office. We walked in and a similar bell went off. On the floor was a young woman, on her knees, playing with a small dog. Her ass was pointed to us and she was wearing small cheer shorts and they had shifted a bit.

We had a glorious view of her entire pussy.

"Nice view, sis," said Piper. Stace wiggled her butt and pulled her pussy open a little.

"Too bad you can't lick it," said Stace.

"Would I have your permission, if I could?" asked Piper. The right question.

"Are you kidding? Absolutely anything you want," said Stace. "That goes for the stud that walked in with you. Why don't you slide underneath me sis and he can fuck me. You can lick his cock and my pussy."

She was going for shock value, while leaving her pussy there for us to see. Which we liked. I don't think she expected Piper's response. Piper looked at me, to be safe, and I nodded.

Piper quietly got onto her knees and then licked Stace.

Who didn't even move. She just moaned. Piper stood back up and pulled Stace to her feet. Piper undressed Stace, which involved dropping the shorts and pulling off the midriff baring shirt. Make that the almost her entire puffies baring shirt.

And now she's naked. Stace undressed Piper too. I just stood and waited for my turn. I had to wait a bit, because they started kissing and ended up fingering each other to a nice orgasm.

Who was I to complain? They walked over and undressed me. Stace pushed Piper down onto the ground and got into the right position over her. She wiggled her ass at me.

"On birth control," said Stace. "Fuck away."

Oh I did. Sisters. Different but similar. Both spectacular.

"Well that was fun," said Stace, as we all laid back on the carpet. "Good thing this office has a shower, although it will be tight."

It was. Gosh darn it.

I might be used up.

"Well, we're clean," said Piper.

"Now that we've killed almost two hours," said Stace. "Why are you here? Do you know where my boss is? And why did you take the risk of fucking me here?"

"About that," I said. "Your boss moved unexpectedly to Florida. How much do you know about the insurance practice?"

"Everything. I might have technically been the dog walker, but he checked out a long time ago. I've been doing almost everything," said Stace.

"Excellent," I said. "So the agency is yours. You'll need to pass the licensing exam."

"I'm ready, but they won't let me take it. I'm not old enough. You have to be 18," said Stace.

"Actually, the wording requires you to be a legal adult," I said.

"Same thing," said Stace. I shook my head no.

It took her a minute and then her eyebrows shot up and she moaned. The moan seemed good.

"Do I get to visit Dionysus?" she asked. I nodded.

"What about me?" said Piper, smiling.

I nodded again. Then they pushed me back on the carpet.

Two. I found two more in me.

The next one was simple

The next one was simple and, sadly, would not include sex. I couldn't have if I wanted to.

Worn out, you know.

This one was going to be simple and fun. The third one was a farmer. Somehow we own a farm. Sure. I asked if the families on each side could meet me and I'm going to one of their houses. I promised it would be quick. I got there and everyone from both families was there.

It is an interesting, and a little sad, situation. One farm is owned by a young widow with two kids. Her husband was killed in a farm accident less than a year ago. The other family was a single dad, whose wife didn't like the farm life and moved to the big city of Lafayette. The mom, Lucille, has two sons, 15year-old Fisher and 10-year-old Griffin. The dad, Dax, has two daughters, 13-year-old Isabelle and 9-year-old Cristina.

They all met me at Dax's house. Jiera came with me for no other reason than, well, I like Jiera with me. We got there and they were just sitting down to dinner. Both families. They had two places set for us, so we did the obvious thing. We freaking sat down for dinner.

Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and pecan pie for dessert. It was incredible. Simply incredible. I could feel the rejuvenation.

We chatted and got to know each other over dinner and then Jiera jumped in. Are you surprised?

"Thank you for the incredible dinner and hospitality. It was so thoughtful of you," said Jiera. "We really stopped by to share something with you. Your neighbor that is between you has retired suddenly and moved to Florida. We have split the property and deeded half to each of you."

There were a lot of stares. A lot.

"We both have less than 200 acres. He owned a huge farm. Over 2,000 acres. Are you telling us that you're gifting us each 1,000 acres?" asked Lucille.

"Yes," I said. I just left it there.

"Why?" asked Dax. "Is there a catch?"

"It all started at the school board meeting. Our minister of education didn't like the board. So she bought all their businesses and paid for them to retire to Florida," said Jiera.

The kids all laughed.

"Well they were all dicks," said Cristina.

"Language," said Dax and Lucille together. Oh hell I was waiting this one out and so were all four kids. It was silent. Completely silent. You could tell they both wanted to, but neither one was willing too. Finally Lucille took a big breath.

"Jinx," she said, softly.

All four kids cheered. Loudly. With whistling.

The adults both blushed.

"Show them how it is done," said Cristina, to me. So I went over and gave Cristina a kiss. One hell of a kiss. She vibrated through an orgasm and not a small one. It took her a minute to catch her breath.

"Not what I meant, but an outstanding outcome," she said. Dax and Lucille were staring, but finally Lucille pushed her chair back and stood up. She walked over and sat on Dax's lap, facing him. They kissed tentatively and all four kids booed.

Which make Jiera and me laugh.

Lucille took Dax's hands and placed them on her breasts and then leaned in for one hell of a kiss. I mean seriously, one hell of a kiss.

As they finished, you could tell the light bulb went on for Cristina.

"Are the farms consulates?" asked Cristina. Jiera and I both nodded.

Cristina hopped up and damn near ripped her clothes off.

"Somebody needs to fuck me," said Cristina. "Dad you're first, after you fuck Lucille. Then Griffin, Fisher, and Lukas, in that order, then Isabelle and Jiera clean me out."

We had our orders. Somehow this family that had never considered playing together ended up in one hell of an orgy with Jiera and me.

OK, I said I didn't think it would end up here. I didn't say I wasn't happy it ended up here.

We finally all collapsed. Suddenly Cristina sat up.

"Lucille, will you marry my dad?" asked Cristina. "And Dad, will you marry Lucille?"

They both said yes at the same time. This time Dax got jinx out quickly. Lucille climbed on his lap again for a kiss, only this time Dax was somehow hard again and she settled right on.

We watched. Oh yeah, we watched.

So far this was going well.

I couldn't do anymore today. I just couldn't. Jiera might have to carry me home.

I think we killed Lukas

Or at least wounded him enough that he needs to recover. Let's face it. Piper, Stace, and then an orgy.

I left him to sleep and Stace and I were going to go quietly scope out the marina. We really knew nothing. He took the money that night and caught a plane and didn't tell us anything. We decided to go incognito-ish. They were all going to know Stace. No one would know me. I'm a random girl with B cups in a bikini that I grew out of. Three years ago. Stace is in a bikini that made mine look like a burka.

We freaking look good. Jailbait, of course, at least most places nearby. One of the exceptions is the marina.

Handy. Maybe. We took a little 14-foot skiff, with a 20 hp outboard and came into the marina from the water. They have a restaurant, so we parked in one of the spots for people coming for lunch. Hey, we're hungry too. In more ways than one.

We walked up the floating dock and inside and into the restaurant. We walked in and there was a waitress on a cell phone. She smiled and shrugged and pointed to a booth, so we went and sat down. She wasn't yelling, but we could hear the conversation.

"Come on, Teddy," she said. "I've done the ordering for six years. You know I pay the bills. We got this. What do you mean we haven't paid you? I cut the checks myself. Stopped payments. Shit. Three months! Why didn't you call? You talked to Grandpa. Well that was stupid, and you know it. He's nothing but a fucking grifter and that's being polite. Yeah, yeah, old friend, and you know damn well everything I said was true. Give me a month. I'll fix it. What? I've been doing this for six years!" That last sentence was a bit of a shout. She sighed and put the phone in her waistband.

"Fuck," she screamed. She realized we heard her and gave us a wan smile and walked over, with pad and pen.

"We're on a bit of a limited menu today," she said. "We can do hamburgers and meat loaf, with fries."

"Cheeseburger?" I asked. She shook her head no.

I held out my hand. She looked confused and I pointed right at her cellphone. She unlocked it and handed it to me. I found the last call.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Dickhead," she said. "No, it is Teddy. He's been my grandpa's best friend for fifty years. He knows what I said is true. He knows I fucking run this place."

"I guess I am not all that surprised that we haven't seen Grandpa in a few days," she said. All I knew was that her name is Kyla and she's 14 and there are three other siblings. Two boys and a girl. I don't know names or ages. As soon as we figured it out, I came. That's why we're here early. They live with their Grandpa, who appears to have drained the bank accounts and skipped town. It also means she's been running the place since she was 8.

I pressed dial.

"Hi, is this Teddy?" I said. "Yes, excellent. There seems to have been a small confusion. I represent the Kingdom of Dionysus. You should have been notified that the kingdom is guaranteeing all the accounts of the marina. Yes, yes, in the past too. If you can let me know the full amount due, I'll have it couriered over with a 20% interest payment as well. That much. Will cash be OK? Yes, we have an excess of smaller bills. Mostly $20 bills. Oh good. It will be there within the hour. Could I get you to rush the shipment out for us? You can add that same 20% to the bill. Entirely our fault. Yes, yes, thank you."

"That was awesome, but what happens when the cash doesn't show up and he figures out you were bullshitting him," she said.

Stace and I just waited her out. It truly is fun. Finally the light bulb went on. She waved her hands for Stace to scoot over and sat down next to her.

"I'm Kyla," she said, extending her hand.

"Jiera," I said, and she lit up.

"You bought Indiana Beach, and all the motels," she said. "Oh I have ideas for you." Well how fucking handy is that. Did I mention the marina is next door to the motels? As in the properties meet and both are on the water.

"Tell me about your siblings," I said. She was going to object, but then smiled.

"Jacoby is 12 and a loveable ditz. Reliable if you give him direction and correction. Finley is 10. Brilliant and would forget to eat if I didn't remind him. Funny as hell. Lexi, who is 9. Her full name is Alexa, but that doesn't really work anymore. Lexi's my rock."

"So, you'd leave Lexi running the marina, with Jacoby and Finley reporting to her?" said Stace. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and kept my mouth shut.

"Of course and you know it, Stace," said Kyla. "Am I retiring?"

"No," said Stace. "She would still report to you. So would I. So would Piper. The director of Indiana Beach. You'd be responsible for the family compound too."

She looked at me and I laughed.

"The funeral home," I said.

"Really?" said Stace. "The funeral home?"

What could I do but shrug?

"Anything else?" asked Stace. I thought about it for a minute. It would really help.

"The school district," I said. Kyla laughed.

"Sure, you want me to run all that," said Kyla. "Including the school district. In which I am an 8th grader. Oh, do I get custody of my siblings too?"

"Yes," I said.

"You might as well have Purdue too," I added. "You'll be in college in a few weeks."

"Oh come on," said Kyla. "You can't believe this BS. Who is this chick really?"

Oh we waited her out.

"I don't understand, but if I get custody, I'll do anything you want," she said. Then she hit me with a smile.

And the two of them laughed as I vibrated through an orgasm.

"That's never worked for anyone but me before," said Stace. Then she realized what she said, and it was my turn to laugh.

"We'll all get naked tonight, and my brother can fuck us all," I said. I admit, I was curious.

They looked at each other.

"Cool," they both said. Stace got it out first. She looked around and made sure no one was looking, and they kissed.

Damn. Then they both asked if they could kiss me.

And they said please. Two boys and a girl walked in while Kyla was kissing me. They all walked over and formed a line.

I think I like this family.

Lexi laughed. I could infer she was Lexi.

"This is a consulate now isn't it?" she said. I laughed and nodded. She looked at Stace and at Kyla. Then back at me.

"The entire school board?" she asked. I nodded.

"Kyla runs it all?" said Lexi. I nodded again.

"Lexi runs the marina, right?" said Jacoby. Hey, it was working. I nodded.

He thought about it for a minute

"Piper, Stace, Lexi," said Finley. "The funeral home. Did you split the farm and give it to Lucille and Dax?" I nodded again.

"Good call," said Jacoby. "Did they finally get engaged?" It was working for me, so I nodded.

"Does she have the school district too?" asked Lexi. I nodded and laughed. I held up one finger. They all thought about it.

"Purdue," said Jacoby. "It was on the news."

"If you nod, we're all going to kiss you," said Stace. I might have pulled a muscle in my neck.

"Listen, today's quiet," said Lexi. "You guys all go on and have fun. I've got the marina."

I absolutely loved that Jacoby and Finley wouldn't hear of it.

"Kyla," said Lexi. "Go with them and do whatever you need to do to get custody of us." Then they all kissed me.

I vibrated through a few more.

"Let's go," I said, to Kyla and Stace. We got up and walked out just as the sky darkened. An S-88 landed and out and ran Nylah and Colby. Colby was carrying clothes. Nylah had a big packet of paperwork.

"Let's go inside," said Nylah. We all walked back in.

"Ok," said Nylah. "We have an emergency hearing in an hour. We need you dressed and rehearsed. I'm Nylah. I'll be your attorney."

"What is there to rehearse? They'll ask us a bunch of questions about whether Kyla is qualified. You'll mention that we will have a full time staff and be living in our own home on the family compound. Then you'll talk about Kyla's responsibilities," said Lexi. "We will gush. They'll approve because they know how good the kingdom is to our town. The judge is going to be Otto, who has known our family forever. He damn well knows that Kyla has been raising us for years."

OK then. Lexi walked over and picked up what was clearly her dress. All the others did the same. We were moving fast, but they changed right there, which portends well for this evening.

Yes, I fucking used portend. It didn't take long, and we are ready to go. I'm the representative of the kingdom. Nylah backed a nice Navigator off the plane.

"Should we be concerned that our attorney appears to be about 8?" asked Jacoby.

"I am 6. I'm also licensed in all 50 states and 14 countries," said Nylah. "I've tried multiple cases before the Supreme court. I'm also a Princess, although that's just silly."

"OK then," laughed Jacoby.

With that, we took off, to squeals from everyone. We landed down the street and drove up to the courthouse. We parked and Nylah led the way in. We checked in at reception and to our surprise no one really challenged us. We walked into the courtroom.

The judge was already at the bench finishing a case. As soon as he was done he walked over and hugged each of the kids.

"He finally ran," said the judge. "I'm surprised he lasted this long. Can you handle this?"

"You know I can," said Kyla. "But let's do this right." The judge laughed and headed back to the bench.

They went through the rigamarole. Now that is a word. I'm on a roll. A rigama-roll. I am absolutely telling Bob. Focus. Nylah, Kyla, and I were at the table.

"We can keep this informal. Let the record show I am personally familiar with the family and their situation," said the Judge.

"My concern is monetary," he said. "You're a kid. You can't sign a contract. You can't run a business."

"If it pleases the court, I can address that issue," I said.

"The court is always pleased. Just introduce yourself and go," he said, with a smile.

"My name is Jiera," I said.

"Ah," he said. "You're famous here in town. How are you involved?"

"Kyla works for me," I said. "She has broad responsibilities. She has a significant salary and bonus plan, and the role comes with a house on our property. In addition, they will have staff to support them."

I was impressed. He kind of rolled with it.

"What would her job be?" he asked. I nodded at Kyla and she told him. Which left the judge, the court reporter, and the bailiff all staring at us.

"Why would you think this child could do this?" he asked.

"She reports to me," I said. He let out a belly laugh.

"That's a reasonable point," he said. I could see the lightbulb go on.

"Are they dual citizens?" he asked. Nylah pulled passports out of her envelope. The bailiff carried them to the judge. Nylah sent another piece of paper to the judge too.

Who laughed.

"You even went with diplomatic passports," he said. He picked up his gavel.

"Case dismissed," said the judge. "Listen. I believe in all of you. Take advantage of the support you can get from the kingdom and make it work. If I can help, personally, please reach out."

"What just happened?" asked Kyla.

"The adoptions were already final," said Nylah. "In Dionysus. We just needed him to rule he didn't have jurisdiction."

"Adoption?" said Kyla. "I thought I was just becoming their guardian."

"Do you want to adopt us?" asked Lexi. "It is a big ask. Guardian is OK."

"Sometimes the littlest one is the most dense," said Kyla.

"Is this for real?" asked Jacoby.

"Let's go check out your house," said Colby.

My name is Kyla

My name is Kyla. My brothers and sisters and I were royally fucked and not in a good way. Grandpa bailed. The sibs and I have a running bet. We expected him to run forever. If we made it to Christmas, that was a win. He's greedy. If he were going to run, he would have done it before he bought Christmas gifts, as stingy as they always were. I lost the bet years ago. I never thought he'd last this long. What pisses me off is that he left us destitute. The money he got from the kingdom was more than he could ever spend in his lifetime. He could have given us enough to survive and it wouldn't have affected him at all.

Now, having said all, he didn't bail for a long time. He hated being our guardian. He loved us in his own way, but he is a narcissist. So, in a weird way, he gets some credit. Does that make sense?

We're back in the Navigator headed to what Jiera says is our house if we like it. She said if we didn't, they could build us something more to our liking.

Apparently Indiana is now part of Kansas because this shit is unbelievable. If you didn't get the Wizard of Oz reference, I apologize. This is just all fucking nuts. We pulled into the motel complex and the difference was amazing. I've been here before, and the cottages look the same, sort of, but all the fences are down. They had all clearly been repaired and painted to perfection. After all, this is next door to the marina. We watched the work. At the end, there is a simply giant freaking hotel, and another hotel next to it. Maybe not a hotel. Maybe small apartment buildings. I don't know. We pulled up in front of the larger one and all got out.

"That's the lodge," said Jiera. "It has a restaurant, a gym, a small movie theater. Even a bowling alley. Oh, a great arcade. It isn't to compete with Indiana Beach, but more for the family to have fun with less attention." Then she laughed.

"It has a big wrestling room too," she said, with a smile. Oh hell we all knew what that meant. "You, of course, have access to it all. If it were me, I'd eat every meal there. The food is incredible and, of course, free.

"Free?" said Jacoby. "Why is it free?"

"Well, this is a combination family compound and Gamma resort. All the food and fun is free at a Gamma, and since you live here, that extends to you," said Lukas. Jiera tapped him on the shoulder and raised her eyebrows.

"We know you can think to each other," said Lexi. "We can do it too but wouldn't without permission."

Well, we can.

We headed up the walkway to the larger building.

"Is this an apartment building?" asked Finley. "This is cool. An apartment here would be amazing." For some reason, Lukas snorted and that made Jiera laugh.

"Well look at it this way," said Lukas. "Most family members put their extra bedrooms in the app that will be on your phone. People can sign up rooms in the app. So if you do that, you'll each have a private portion and a portion that will damn near always be full of extended family members that love to fuck. If you don't want to do that, then you'll rattle around a bit, given its size, but that's your call in your home."

It took a moment to process that.

"This is the house you're giving us? The whole damn thing?" said Jacoby.

Jiera and Lukas nodded.

"Unless you'd like to design your own. We built this as a family house," said Jiera. "But you live here, which is awesome since it will always get use. You can buy anything you want around town or build something here or have this one. You'll all have flying cars, so distance isn't a crisis."

"Sure, sure," said Lexi. "Flying cars. Wait, you're serious. We've hear about things like this happening, but us? Seriously? Who hasn't heard of Caralyn? Or Morgon. Or Shelby. Or, well you get the idea."

"Speaking of the three of us," said a voice and damned if the three of them didn't walk up.

Oh goody, new friends. I'm not quite clear what I should include here, but we wore all the boys out. Surprise!. It turned out that wasn't all that limiting once they showed us the toy closet. It is a big closet. Jacoby and Finley learned new things too.

Then they laughed and assured me that they hadn't learned anything new.

Cool. Man sex. Yay!

Suddenly Jiera sat up.

"Shit," she said. "I forgot to buy a restaurant. I know I can drink here and at the marina, but we need an actual restaurant. Let's go buy One-eyed Jack's."

So we did. Seriously. Got in the car, drove offer, made an offer, put Pru in charge. I'll bet you thought Pru would have the school system.

That too.

And the funeral home

We didn't make it to the funeral home. Hey, we were all busy fucking. Priorities, right? We showed up and found a completely confused staff. What is it with these people? They don't even say goodbye?

Jiera, Kyla, and I showed up right as the funeral home opened. A young woman greeted us. Then she hugged Kyla. This is Lukas.

"They left, didn't they?" she asked. She asked Kyla.

Kyla, clearly in the spirit of Dionysus, nodded.

"So we all report to you?" she said, still to Kyla. Who nodded again.

By then, a group had gathered.

"Is this everyone?" asked Kyla. They all nodded too. Lots and lots of noddin'.

"Who would you all pick to run the place?" asked Kyla. Every single person pointed at the young woman. The youngest person in the room. She didn't point at anyone. Kyla raised her eyebrows. Kyla is really fitting in well. The young woman laughed.

"It seemed presumptuous," she said.

"Ooh, bonus points for presumptuous," said Kyla. Well sure.

"OK everyone," said Kyla. "Donica is in charge. Donica, if you need anything, you have to let me know. I've got a lot to deal with, so I'm barely going to pay attention to you. I trust you. This entire building is a Dionysus consulate. Be discrete."

With that, everyone laughed. In the funeral home.

And Donica moaned.

"This is Jiera, who is my boss. Lukas is her partner and brother," said Kyla.

"Did you give the farm to Dax and Lucille?" asked a young man, who doesn't actually appear to be that much older. In fact, they're all pretty young. Ah.

"How old are you, Donica?" asked Jiera, beating me to the question.

"16," she said. Jiera just nodded.

"Really?" asked Donica. "That's it? No other comment?"

To which Kyla shrugged. I love Kyla.

Kyla spun and looked at me and then Jiera. Back and forth. What the...

Oh shit. Oh. Oh my.

Jiera just vibrated through one hell of an orgasm. I was close. Donica laughed.

"You really didn't know yet?" she said. That's when Jiera finally understood. And moaned.

"Not sure you're one to talk," said Kyla, to Donica. Donica stood there for just a minute and then smiled. She walked over to a young man we know is Gareth and held out her hand. He smiled really, really big and took his hand.

"Coty," she said, to a young man in his mid-twenties. "You're in charge for a bit. We have to go find Stace."

Well yes you do.

"Is that all you need to find?" asked Kyla. Donica and Gareth finally both grinned really big.

"We can do that?" asked Donica. Kyla laughed.

"Who do you think are my soulmates?" asked Kyla.

"Jiera and Lukas," said Donica and Gareth. Oh goody. Gareth got it out first.

Luckily, Gareth was aware enough to hold up Donica when her knees buckled. I think they're going to do really well. Once she recovered, she turned to Gareth.

"Correction. Let's go find Stace and Piper," said Donica, to cheers from us all. With that, she walked out of the front door and Kyla turned to us.

"Are we?" she said. Before she got any more out, Jiera and I both shouted it.

"Yes jinx!" we shouted.

Jiera beat me to the second jinx.

"Probably not the place to pay it off," said Gareth.

"Point taken," I said.

"Did you know you own the Best Western? It is a short walk," said Coty.

How handy is that.

"What do you have scheduled this morning?" asked Jiera. Really, Jiera. OK, sure.

"Oddly, for the first time since I started here, we have literally nothing scheduled until after lunch," said Coty. It was just Coty, who is about 22, Zane, who is about 25, and Mahalia, who is about 22. Just then the door opened, and the cutest damn young man came in and walked over.

"Hi, sis," said the young man. "For some reason it felt like I should drop by." He turned to Jiera, Kyla, and me.

"I'm Lawson," he said. "I'm Mahalia's 12-year-old brother. I was an oops."

That's when Mahalia moaned. A deep, gutteral moan.

Oh yeah.

She walked over and took Lawson's hand and headed towards the door.

"Aren't you all coming?" she said, over her shoulder.

Well yes we are.

Kyla took my hand and also Jiera's and followed Mahalia out the door. It feels good. No, it feels great.

It feels right.

Mahalia led us down the street and through the lobby to the front desk.

"Hi Mahalia," said the young man behind the desk. "Here's your key." He handed Mahalia a room card. OK, this is confusing.

"I got a call from a young woman named Jessica who made the reservation," said the young man, to me.

"You read me," I thought, and he smiled.

"If you need anything, I'm about to go on break, but someone will be at the desk," said the young man. "I'm Shelton."

Lawson held out his hand to Shelton.

Oh good.

They led the way to a room at the end of the far hall. It is a Best Western, so don't expect anything too fancy, but it has a little kitchenette and two big Queen beds. On the counter was a toaster oven and bowls of graham crackers, marshmallows, and Hershey bars.

"Jessica was very clear on her requirements," said Shelton. "Seemed a little weird, but hey, the customer is always right."

"We'll teach you all new uses for s'mores," said Lukas. Shelton held up his hand and opened the drawer under the toaster oven.

There must be thirty spatulas in the drawer.

This is going to be epic.

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