17 May 2021

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Well fuck

Today sucks. Just sucks. Sucks a lot.

This is Leslie and I've never felt more like little Leslie. I failed. Big time. Biggest failure of my life.

I failed Hallie.

Let me back up a bit.

I walked into the living room and Hallie and Hunter were both sitting on the couch crying. There was a suitcase sitting next to the couch. This did not feel good.

Because it sucked. Hallie was moving out. As she put it, she didn't want a divorce.

Yet. She used the fucking word yet.

Hunter was pleading with her to stay. They're twins. This had to be devastating to him. It sure was to me.

So being the talker, the rational one, the fixer, all of those things. I tried to fix it.

I fucking failed.

"OK, listen. I love you. Hunter loves you. You love us. That hasn't changed, has it?" I asked. She shook her head no.

"So if we all love each other as much as we did yesterday, then one way or another this is going to work out," I said. "If moving out is the right answer, even for just now, I'll help you move. But listen clearly. I want you back. I know Hunter wants you back. So we'll help you find a place to stay. Then we'll help you figure out what you really want, and we will hope and pray that includes us."

I don't think that actually fixed anything, but it was the right thing to do. It just made Hunter cry more.

I can't blame him.

"But can we back up please?" I said. "I came in on the middle. Clearly you are upset enough that you believe this is the answer. Whatever it is, we should have all been communicating better so it never got to this point. We all failed some there. So talk."

"I'm unhappy," said Hallie. "But I guess that part is already obvious. I do love you both, but I'm in a rut. I'm bored. You both have successful careers, and I don't. I sit around all day eating bon-bons."

"What the fuck is a bon-bon?" I asked. That at least got a smile from her.

"I don't know, but if we had any, I'd be eating them," she said, with another small smile. Progress.

"OK, I get that. I really do," I said. "You're smart and you're driven and you're bored and you think staying here is your rut. Do I have that right?"

"Yeah," she said, sadly.

"OK. Then you should go," I said, to startled looks from both of them. I could tell Hunter was about to argue and I held up my hand.

"Wait," I said. "We're freaking 15 years old. We act all adult and shit but sometimes we need to be kids. Let's back this bus up. Let's go back to three 15-year-old kids that really like each other. Let's plan dates. Let's talk about our dreams. Let's have some fucking fun and yes maybe some fun fucking. Let's figure this shit out by having too damn much fun to be unhappy. Hunter, tell Tomas you're taking a break for a while. A week, a month, a year, whatever it takes to figure this out. Nothing else we do is anywhere near this important. I'll do the same thing. Heather's good. She can handle it without me. We'll be kids and feel each other out and date and go to the movies and fuck."

"You can't do that. He can't do that. You're important," said Hallie. "I'm not."

The sadness in her voice overwhelmed me. Now I was crying. I sat right next to her and we hugged. I don't know how long. A long time. We finally broke the hug and I held her at arm's length and looked into her eyes.

"What's your dream? You have one. Picture your happy place in a few years. What do you see?" I asked.

"I'm in the kitchen baking a lot of chocolate chip cookies. Our kids are running around the kitchen and I can't decide whether to laugh or bark at them to slow down. I go with the laugh and offer them all a warm cookie," she said. She hadn't just thought this up, either.

"You want a baby," I said. She hung her head and whispered.

"Sort of," said Hallie. "But it is a terrible idea. You both have important careers."

"Which we would both give up forever to help make you happy," said Hunter, finally jumping in. "But you answered the question about a baby with Sort of. What does that mean?"

"The kids running around our kitchen weren't all ours. No, they're ours, but not biologically. Some are. You can tell they're either the two of us or you with Leslie. I think both. One little boy is black. A little girl is Asian and just adorable. Four kids. One Golden retriever and from the litter box in the laundry room that I can see through the door, somewhere there is a cat," said Hallie.

"That was incredibly explicit," I said.

"It's a little movie. It's kind of weird. I think about something in the future, just like that, and a movie plays. A really realistic movie. I can replay it any time I want," said Hallie. "That's why I can be so detailed. It's not that far in the future either. I can see myself. I still look good." OK, that last sentence came with a little smile. That's good.

But she couldn't. No way. The science doesn't support it. Even I know that. Back in time, not forward.

Was she seeing the future?

"What's going to happen in five minutes?" I asked and Hallie laughed. Out loud. I liked that so much.

"Yeah, I can't control it that well. I've tried. Oh my God how I have tried," asked Hallie. "Only rare things trigger the movie. Your question did."

"You think you're seeing the future," I said.

"Yeah," said Hallie. "I do."

"But wait," said Hunter. "I get the adopted kids, I do. I love the idea. Simply love it and you already knew that. Deep down you knew. But you also said that you saw kids that were some mix of the three of us. Neither of you is pregnant, so that means after today, we're still together.

"I know," said Hallie, softly. "That's why I need to move. I need to figure this out."

"I know you do," I said. "I do. Hunter's moving out too."

"What?" shouted Hallie and Hunter together. Hunter got "jinx" out first and he leaned in for a kiss. A very passionate kiss.

That was encouraging.

"No, I mean it. We're going to go out on dates, and play dates in the park, and see movies, and Netflix and chill. We're going to be friends and date and have fun and sometimes spend the night and sometimes not and before you know it we'll all ruin our dinner with warm cookies and the kids will puke on the carpet," I said, in one breath.

Yeah, we all laughed.

Hunter got huge props. He was taking this incredibly seriously. He would plan dates. Sometimes the three of us. Sometimes pairs and not always the same pairs. He would include friends sometimes and sometimes not. This weekend we had plans and he wouldn't tell us what.

Our first real date

This was going to be a little weird for Hallie. She gets to come, but only watch. I told her that and she is confused, but she agreed to it. The three of us were doing better. We laughed a lot. Last night was twin night. Just Hallie and me. I took her out to the nicest restaurant in Paris, then we had pastries in Rome, then we went back to the house in Oxford. This is Hunter, but twin night probably told you that.

Our night was spectacular.

You know, the fabulous sex doesn't even need to be part of this story.

It was freaking amazing.

Like I said. Progress. Today we were duplicating Leslie and my first date. From start to finish. That's why Hallie could only watch. She hadn't been there. But she needed to see how the spark started. She knows that our spark was already firmly a flame by that point. We had talked since we were little about how we wanted to find someone we both loved to marry. We were past the big crisis but were still living apart. I hoped my next few adventures would move us forward.

Everyone was meeting at my house. Bob and Amy got here first, followed by Orlando and Grace and Morgan and Sophia. Grace and Sophia weren't coming along. That wouldn't make sense for what we were doing. They laughed and Grace and Sophia made plans together for the day. As they put it, they would go to the day spa and then back to Sophia's house, find some cocks, and fuck up a storm.

And they would.

Hallie and Leslie arrived last. I was worried. Hallie was fifteen minutes late. That's not like her. When she finally showed up she had a huge shoulder bag. I just looked at her and shook my head.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You didn't tell me what to wear," she said. "I have a little of everything." She was in shorts and a t-shirt. We all were.

"You need a swimsuit," I said. "That's all." Which led to her digging through the bag and pulling out a tiny bikini. She held up the two pieces.

"Do I need the top?" asked Hallie.

"Yes," I said, to the disappointment of everyone with us. Then she stripped and put on the suit. Right there in the front yard. That did not disappoint us and we all just watched. Happily. That made her laugh. Another good sign.

"OK, why am I in this cute suit, but you're all overdressed?" asked Hallie. That shook me out of my fog. Damn she's sexy. Just then Sophia moaned. I think that was agreement. Grace and Sophia had been about to leave, but come on, there was a chance for more nudity. They stood off to the side holding hands and watching. Sophia was casually stroking Grace's clit too.

Oh they'd both stripped after Hallie, but their clothes weren't going back on. Just then Grace groaned and just vibrated through an orgasm.

Yes, we all watched that too. Finally we were back on track. I opened the box I had with me and started handing out clothes. I handed a one-piece to Leslie. She got a funny look on her face.

"This is the suit I was wearing the day of our first date," said Leslie. "This won't fit. I have tits now."

"As much fun as seeing you wearing that suit would be, and it would, this one is in your current size," I said. She smiled big.

And stripped. I could have handed all of the clothes out but fuck no, one person at a time. By now everyone but Hallie had figured it out. We watched Morgan, Orlando, Amy, and Bob strip and change. Suddenly Hallie got it.

"You're redoing your first date and I get to watch," screamed Hallie. "This is so fucking cool!"

I realized that I had not changed. I appreciated the fact that everyone watched. I appreciated more the moans when my hard cock popped out. Particularly the ones from Hallie and Leslie.

Progress.

I loaded everyone on the plane, and we were set to go. Sophia and Grace walked off together, hand in hand, carrying their clothes. As I closed the door, I saw them stop to talk to a Mikey, Elias' assistant. Grace took his hand and now the three of them walked off.

Mikey was going to have quite a day.

I got everyone strapped in and headed to Clearwater. I'd had the Chris-Craft moved back. I'd paid some stupid money to have the boat in its old slip at the marina.

I guess I'll narrate now

This is Bob.

We landed in the back of the parking lot of the marina. They were expecting us. Just as we arrived, the others did too. Tyler, who Morgan brought the first time and Dave, who Orlando brought the first time.

And Hunter. Kind of shy Hunter. I'm not sure how, but even the clothes were exact. Hunter later told me that he'd gone back to the video and taken notes. Clothes, of course, but a script for the day too.

Amy and I went up to the fly bridge and looked down on the kids. They'd all gotten older but were still kids. Maybe not Morgan, but maybe so. She was loving this. Hallie was up on the fly bridge with us, looking down. They started by all lathering each other up. They remembered it well. Girl on girl, boy on boy. They got a little more carried away this time and I called them on it.

"Sorry," said Orlando.

I'd forgotten a bit. Hunter had to prompt me that I told them to take breaks from the sun. They were supposed to duplicate what really happened and hell yes I was going to watch the tapes. Tyler and Morgan went first, and she came back really flushed. Orlando and Dave went in next and Orlando had cum in his hair when they came back.

Next up was Hunter and Leslie. I'll pass the pen to Hallie because she went downstairs with them.

So this was their first time

I sat off a bit and just watched. They danced around a little, clearly embarrassed. Leslie was a little bit the aggressor, but Hunter was really shy. They ended up talking mostly. Hunter talked about me. A lot. Leslie clearly knew me too. Talking about me got Hunter hard and Leslie knew it. We hadn't even played yet. I was a virgin until the night the three of us.

Oh hell no.

I walked right over and sat down and looked at Hunter.

"You two didn't do anything on this cruise," I said. They smiled and shook their heads no.

"But the day we cut class together was that Monday," I said. They both smiled and nodded.

"I lost my virginity that day. To you, Hunter," I said. "If you didn't fuck on this trip, then I was your first too."

They both smiled and nodded.

"And then I helped you fuck Leslie," said Hallie. "We were always a trio."

They just smiled and agreed.

"Listen," said Hunter. "We thought it was important for you to understand that."

"You could have just told me," I said, and they laughed.

"What fun would that be?" laughed Leslie. We spent the rest of the day together and it was wonderful. The flashback was over, so we all just caught up. OK, at one point Bob and Amy put on a clinic, but still. So did Tyler and Morgan.

Orlando and Dave were particularly impressive. It evolved into a bit of an orgy, but I didn't join in.

I wasn't there that day. This helped, but not enough.

I didn't think it would

Hunter here. This is going to take effort and Leslie and I are all in. The next time we were together was in Chapter 3, but if you read it, we're barely mentioned. Bob and Amy were engaged, and we were helping plan the wedding.

Sort of.

Remember what Hallie just asked?

That was the day. It was Leslie, Orlando, Hallie, and me, but Orlando bailed on us almost instantly. Now, I realize that he wasn't bailing, he was giving us room. He saw it. Hallie was the aggressor. I'd never seen her like this. She ordered Leslie and me to strip then she stripped. Oh yes, we are recreating it. Damn. Just damn. I said she was the aggressor. She pushed me on my back and sat on my legs.

"May I?" she asked, and I softly said yes, just like I did on that day. She slid down on me and sat for quite a while.

Oh shit. I hadn't understood the significance them.

She was a virgin. Just as I was about to cum, she lifted up and off and I gave myself a facial.

Just like I did the last time. Leslie and Hallie cleaned me up and kisses and cum were flying everywhere.

Hallie was kissing me and gently stroking my cock. Surprise, I got hard. She stood up and took Leslie's hand and positioned Leslie over me.

And helped her sit on my cock.

Just like that first day. Leslie settled down and broke script.

"Damn," she said. "We knew it then, but we didn't know it then. I know you're struggling Hallie, but this day should cement to you that we're supposed to be together."

"I know," said Hallie. "I'm getting there. I really am. I'm just so confused." Leslie slipped up and off. She helped Hallie back over. This was way off script, but Leslie helped Hallie slide on again. She laid down beside us and used her lips and fingers to help us.

"Sometimes you need your brother," she said, softly. I filled up Hallie and she fell onto my chest. Leslie snuggled up close.

We woke up the next day.

Progress. Still sucks.

But progress.

One more story. The next time the three of us were together was on the first Bahamas trip. I'd worked really hard because an integral part of that trip was the Mayor's party.

We were doing another. It wasn't even the same mayor anymore, but she really got into it. Yes, she. I worked with Timmy and his dad too and they're ready.

I had to buy a whole series of motor scooters because the company had gone out of business, but they were important. I actually found the guy that ran the business and donated them to him afterwards. It turned out the economics worked out just fine if he didn't have loan payments on the scooters. Somehow I ended up owning a third of a scooter business in Nassau.

Whatever it takes.

I won't narrate the whole trip, but there were some highlights. Remember when we showed up at valet parking at a nice restaurant?

On the scooters.

Same restaurant. The harder part was finding all the right people. Everyone. From the mayor, and in this case I'm talking about the mayor that day and every single person that was seated around us. With one exception. One of the older men had passed. His wife was game, and she was right there in her seat when we came in.

Right behind her oldest son. We'd flown him in from Albany. He's wearing the identical suit that his dad had on that day.

We went off script while she cried for a bit.

Then we had lunch. We even slipped into the same conversations. Remember, it's a big group. It was awesome. Flashes of that Hallie were coming out.

The next recreation was incredibly fun. The fitting, on the boat, before the party.

When we met Timmy. Timmy and Morgan faithfully recreated their scene. Down to Timmy's shirt being inside out. They'd missed some cum in her hair, but, hey, that's OK. What impressed me was that every single person from Timmy's Dad's show was there. Timmy mentioned that four of them didn't even work there anymore.

I rewarded everyone well.

The final scene was the party. Yes, I'd had recreations made of everyone's outfit, including the stupid prom dress that Hallie was wearing. Don't get me wrong, back then, it had been cute and adorable. Now it was fucking hilarious and it made her laugh too.

Progress.

Amy is wearing the actual dress.

It fits flawlessly.

Morgan is wearing the same dress too. It might be about to burst at the seams. She's loving it.

The rest of the weekend was fun, and we all laughed. We finally made it back to Robertville. We landed at Hallie's house. Come on, you know she has a house, at least for now. Leslie and I got out with her. I was so hopeful.

Hallie gave use each a quick kiss.

"Better," she said. "Maybe even close. Thank you."

And she went inside.

He found it quickly

Sheldon did. He was in my office not an hour after our meeting finished. He'd found the flaw I introduced. Let me jump right in.

"Sheldon is here to meet with you," said Kali, on the intercom. "He doesn't have an appointment." She's still getting used to the whole open door policy. Wander in. Let's talk. Let's fuck. Let's fuck and talk. Admittedly, we're still on the let's talk part with most people.

It still makes me laugh that his name is Sheldon. He actually walked in laughing.

"Subtle," said Sheldon. "Very subtle. A different flaw in each of our plans." Wow, he caught that. I smiled.

"I checked both the other sets of plans. They didn't have the flaw in theirs. I have no doubt they do, just not the same one," he said. "Don't worry. I didn't tell them. Some of that was probably my competitive streak, but you didn't do it by mistake. You think there is a leak. It could be me, I suppose, but then I wouldn't have told you I found it. Unless I did, to throw suspicion elsewhere."

"Are you that devious, Sheldon?" I asked, and he laughed.

"Probably, but not about this," said Sheldon.

"What are you devious about?" I asked, and he blushed.

"You know in our world, direct is better than devious," I said. "And I'm 9." I hit him with my best smile.

He got close. Very close. That was the whole point. He got a quizzical look on his face.

"I don't always understand subtlety, but at least I recognize my limitations, unlike the other Sheldon," said Sheldon, almost spitting out the words other Sheldon. I admit, I laughed, then he laughed, but looked a little shocked.

"Dude, that was funny," I said.

"I will never understand what people consider funny," said Sheldon. "At best, that was an inferior Dad joke."

"Exactly!" I said. "That's why it was funny. All art doesn't have to be amazing art. It is about the effort as much as the result."

"Yeah, that's bullshit, but sure," said Sheldon.

"OK, you have a point, but the classic Dad joke is, well, classic," I said. "You should try to get out of your comfort zone more often."

"Will you please go out to dinner with me?" he blurted out, in a rush.

"Well done," I said. "And yes, I will. But that was a little stretch, impressive as it was. What's the big stretch? You won't offend me. You can't offend me. I can always politely say no. That's the thing everyone misses about our culture. Push your limits. Push my limits. As long as you're polite, and asking with sincerity, we'll usually say yes, sometimes say not yet, and rarely say no. No pressure, just food for thought. We can always discuss anything you want over dinner."

"You were serious? You'd go to dinner with me?" asked Sheldon. I smiled at him, but more gently.

"Why do you underestimate yourself?" I asked. "You're very attractive, we've established that you're funny, you're successful, and a leading engineer in a fast moving profession. Nothing was sexier than you finding that mistake so quickly. A quick mind has focus. I love focus."

"OK, I have to ask, because I still don't quite understand," said Sheldon. "But today is my day to be bold. Was the last part about focus intended to be a double entendre or was that wishful thinking on my part?"

"OK, dude, that was smooth," I said. "You asked the question, but gave me an out, while also expressing an interest."

"But I was just honest!" said Sheldon.

"Nothing turns me on more than honesty," I said, laughing. "All of us. That's why we value directness. Let me show you."

I asked Kali to come in for a second and she walked in the door. Sheldon appreciates Kali. We all do. She's everything I described. Beautiful, funny, smart, direct.

It doesn't get sexier than that.

"I'm working with Sheldon on being direct and reading cues," I said. "May I please kiss you?"

Kali gave me the brightest smile of genuine happiness. I'm surprised I didn't faint, but I controlled it. Almost. Just a little vibrating. I'm small, so Kali leaned over and gave me the most passionate kiss. She let her hands stray up to my little puffies, and then twisted both nipples.

I need a new romper. And new carpet.

Oops.

Sheldon was just staring with his jaw on the floor. I walked over and gently pushed his mouth shut.

"Let me give you another example," I said. "And I'm going to be blunt. Were you imagining us both naked? Be honest."

He just nodded, apparently not yet able to speak.

"Did you imagine yourself naked with us, doing all sorts of fun things?" I asked. He blushed and his cock throbbed, which embarrassed him.

Finally he nodded.

"If you're embarrassed that your cock is hard," I said, still pushing a little, "please don't be. It is a natural reaction, and we take it as a compliment. As for imagining a threesome, my answer is not yet."

"Not yet?" he squeaked.

"Well, we have dinner planned," I said. "Would you please spend the night with me? I promise I can teach you many interesting things."

"Now you're just punking me," said Sheldon, in a hard voice.

"No she isn't," said Kali. "And either you're not listening or you're not believing or both. I'm pretty confident you're listening, so you're not believing. Stop thinking about the world in which you live and were raised. Stop thinking of all kinds of stupid cultural barriers. Start thinking that you can live your entire life by using the Golden Rule. If you're nice, and express a genuine interest, it is always well received. Trust me, it took me awhile to understand too."

Just then, Bob walked in the door. Yes, King Bob. He's met Sheldon, briefly, but you could see Sheldon almost melt from the situation. Bob intimidates him, even though Bob isn't intimidating.

"So what are we talking about?" asked Bob, and Sheldon blushed.

"Got it," said Bob. "I don't know what they've told you, Sheldon, but believe it. They absolutely would not lie to you or lead you on or anything else negative. That's just not our way. We're as nice as the rumors say and a lot more sexual than the rumors." That last comment broke the ice for Sheldon.

"More sexual. How can you possibly be more sexual than the rumors!" said Sheldon, with some animation.

I don't think that it helped that Kali, Bob, and I both laughed. I looked at Bob and he laughed and nodded.

"Bob fucked me during my job interview. He even told me then that I'd run IBM one day," I said. "Bob's a pretty amazing dude in oh so many ways."

"King Bob, would you spend the night with Erin and me?" said Sheldon. "I've never..."

He trailed off at that, clearly overwhelmed that he had even said anything.

"Sure," said Bob. "But not yet. You need to learn slowly and focus. Focus is important. Go with Erin tonight. I'm around. The three of us can spend the next night. Anyone else you want to join us?"

"Earl," blurted out Sheldon.

"Oh yeah," said Bob. "Siblings are great." He looked at me and I laughed and nodded.

"The two of them together is spectacular," said Bob.

"Is?" said Sheldon.

"Yes," I said. "But that's not normally a question you really ask, which is why I chose to volunteer it and got Erin's permission first. Discretion is important to us."

"Fair enough," said Sheldon. "Although, come on, if Erin and I spend the night, I will want to shout it off the rooftops."

"Then you have my permission to tell anyone you want," I said. "Discretion includes consent. I don't mind, so feel free. Hell, the more people that come in that door and suggest a sexual position the better. I'd do all three of you on the carpet right now. Hell, it needs cleaning anyway. This company will be more successful when we have fewer meetings and more orgies. Meetings are ridiculous. Whoever called the meeting likely knows the right answer. Just freaking do it. If you're not confident in your solution, don't call a fucking meeting!"

I might have gotten a little animated there at the end. When I get animated, I get flushed. When I get flushed, my nipples pop. I have puffies, but with incredible nipples. Cut a hole in my romper nipples.

Which Sheldon is staring at right now.

Good thing it is almost dinner time.

"OK," said Kali. "I'll jump in with some options. First, Bob, will you join LD, Jain, and me for dinner and fun?"

"Sure," said Bob. Then he smiled at Kali. She clamped her eyes shut, but not quite in time, which led to her vibrating and laughing at the same time.

It was damn sexy. She finally calmed down.

"OK, where was I?" asked Kali, in a voice that said she has barely recovered. Then she had a little after shock. We all love aftershocks.

"Oh yeah," said Kali. "You could go to an early dinner, which I will arrange, and then start your night of passion. However, that likely limits you, Sheldon, to five or six times."

"Five or six?" choked out Sheldon.

"Yeah, then you'll wear out," said Kali. "However, if you delay dinner a bit, you can go three or four rounds, rest during dinner and do it again. You can probably hit eight, maybe even nine.

"Nine," muttered Sheldon. "Nine!"

Just then a young woman walked in the door.

"Hey, bro," said the young woman. "They said you were here, and I should come right in." That's when she noticed Bob. I get it. No one notices me. Oh, she did notice me. It literally stopped her in her tracks. You could actually see her recover.

"Forgive me for interrupting, your highness," she said. I think it confused her that Bob laughed. A deep, hearty belly laugh.

"I'm just Bob," he said, in his oh so very Bob way. "She's Erin. We're just normal people."

"Bullshit," said the young woman. "I know you want to believe that, and I get some of it, but you're not normal people. You're the King of the most powerful nation in the world and she's the 9-year-old CEO of IBM. You're both extraordinary. Maybe you're normal in some ways, but you're not normal."

That actually rocked Bob a bit. Then he did another oh so Bob thing.

He held his arms open in the universal offer of a hug. She looked confused and looked at Sheldon, who smiled and nodded.

She melted into that hug. She finally broke free and it had changed the entire dynamic in the room, for the better. It seemed like a good idea, so I held my arms open too.

I admit, I was surprised, but pleased, that it was Sheldon that went for the hug. Oh his sister got her hug too. Then Bob held his arms open again. I think it startled her that Sheldon melted into the hug too. She also noticed, as I did, that when they broke the hug, they were both hard. Visibly hard.

Then Sheldon shocked everyone in the room. He held his arms open for a hug from his sister. Pulled her in tight.

Right into that hard cock.

Ah.

That's when we did the introductions and found out that the young woman is Sheldon's younger sister, Nancy, who is 14. And freaking gorgeous. You know the fresh-faced, coming of age look of a sexy 14-year-old.

I'm not quite there yet.

That's when Kali jumped in.

"Sheldon, in addition to or in place of?" asked Kali. It took him a moment to understand. Hell, it took me a moment to understand.

Then we both understood.

"That would be Nancy's choice, if there is even an interest," said Sheldon. Nancy was clearly confused. Sheldon surprised me again. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Erin and I have dinner and a night of sexual pleasure planned," said Sheldon, to Nancy's surprise. "The query was whether I would prefer to add you as a third or replace Erin with you."

Nancy's moan was impressive.

"That's possible?" said Nancy. "Without you getting in trouble?"

"Yes!" said, well, all of us. In another plot twist, Sheldon shouted it. Loud.

Then he blushed.

Then he realized Nancy had said yes too. She laughed.

"Worth the gamble," said Nancy. She went in for the kiss and it was one hell of a kiss. Bodies mashed together. Lots of tongue. A great kiss.

"Well that was a nice first kiss," said Nancy, when she finally broke the kiss. "But you need to collect from the others, bro."

Kali and I got nice kisses, trust me, but not a Nancy-level kiss.

"Are you done, bro? You sure? Kind of a dream, I think," said Nancy.

That's when Sheldon went in for his last kiss. With Bob.

Bob has skills. He got Sheldon right to the edge, then broke the kiss. Barely in time. We can all see Sheldon's cock throbbing a bit.

"Damn," said Nancy. "I am all in, bro, and Erin is a joyful addition, but have you considered inviting Earl too? Sibs with sibs?"

The entrance could not have been more timely. That's right when Earl walked in the door.

"Sorry I am a little late," said Earl. "I was on the moon."

"What are you doing here?" I asked. Not that I was unhappy, just surprised.

"Kali told me to get here and I should hurry," said Earl. Kali is just smirking away.

"Your suite is ready," said Kali. "I arranged room service for tonight. You can go out another time."

"Kali," I said, in my stern voice. I'm 9, so it isn't all that stern. Kali laughed.

"I didn't do it myself," said Kali. Well OK then.

"The Four Seasons we always go to?" I asked. Well, we do. In New York. Kali laughed again.

"I wanted to give Sheldon and Earl more time to recover," said Kali.

"Which hotel are we at?" I asked.

"Bora Bora," said Kali, with a smile.

"A nice choice," said Bob. "One of the over water suites?"

Kali just nodded.

"Oh those are nice," said Earl.

"When have you been to Bora Bora?" I asked. He just smiled back at me.

You go, bro.

"Bora Bora," said Sheldon. "That's an all-day flight."

Everyone in the room laughed, including Nancy.

"Bro," said Nancy. "Where did Earl say he was?"

Sheldon had to think, but then his eyes got big.

"The moon," said Sheldon.

"Bora Bora is what, 15 minutes?" asked Nancy.

Earl, Kali, Bob, and I said yes, loudly. Nancy said yes jinx.

"My momma didn't raise a fool," said Nancy. She went over to kiss Bob and he shook his head no.

"I need to be last," said Bob.

"Why?" said Nancy.

"Trust him," I said. I went in for the kiss. It was spectacular.

Nancy has some skills.

Earl went next and edged her. I could tell he was doing it because he's done it to me before. Repeatedly.

Kali was next and it was a pretty damn impressive kiss.

Sheldon was next. No he didn't say it and no we didn't remind them. Let's just say Bob never did get his kiss. Nancy basically had a seizure and fainted.

Pretty sure they're soulmates.

"What the hell just happened?" asked Sheldon. "Is she OK?" Just as he finished, she started waking up. You could also see her shake it off. She's lying on the carpet, looking up at him.

She held her hands out, and Sheldon took them to pull her up. Instead, she pulled him down, right on top of her, and repeated the kiss. This time she broke it in time.

Sheldon pushed up on his elbows.

"Will you marry me?" they both said. Then they said "jinx" together. Nancy was quicker and said it again.

"You're paying that one off for the rest of your life," said Nancy. Then they kissed again.

Nancy didn't quite make it this time. She's just vibrating.

I'm jealous. Earl laughed and pulled me into a kiss.

I woke up next to Nancy.

We both rolled over and struggled a bit on our knees until we recovered. Earl helped me up and Sheldon helped Nancy up.

Bob and Kali can't stop laughing.

"Go!" said Kali. Earl laughed and headed towards the door, with me following. Sheldon looked confused.

"Follow the cute little ass," said Nancy, with some force.

"Which one?" said Sheldon, smiling. Oh, good one.

"Take your choice, they're going to the same place," said Nancy.

"Point taken," said Sheldon. Nancy took his hand and they started following us. Earl took my hand, which I really like. He led us out the back door. We keep a part of the parking lot open for airplanes. Kind of have too. It is a bit crowded today, since Kali, Earl, Bob, and I all have a plane here. I am a 9-year-old girl from Indiana. I just walked out the back door of the IBM headquarters with my 13-year-old brother and we need to decide which of our space planes we're going to take to a weekend in Bora Bora.

Where the four of us will fuck all weekend.

I kind of feel blessed, ya know?

Earl led the way to his plane and the stairs came down as we approached. We led the way on board and put them in the seats right behind the pilots. We have the open plane, so no wall or door. They can see right out the windshield.

It is pretty cool.

"Fifteen minutes or an hour?" asked Earl.

"What does that mean?" asked Sheldon.

"Fifteen minutes," said Nancy. "An hour on the way back. It is time for us to all get naked and fuck."

I know a good plan when I hear one.

"What are you talking about?" asked Sheldon.

"It is a fifteen minute flight to Bora Bora," said Nancy. "However, if we go into space and do a lap, it takes an hour, but we get to go into space."

"And you said no to that," said Sheldon.

"No, I said not yet," said Nancy. "That is a totally different response. I want to do it, but my higher priority right now is to get you naked in a bed so you can take my virginity."

Sheldon's moan was deep.

Then again, so was mine.

Earl too.

We landed in, wait for it, 15 minutes, at the resort. They're used to space planes and actually have spots in the back of the lot with the lines for a plane. We parked between them.

That's what you do.

There was a driver and a cart waiting and they took us to the front door.

"Wait," said Sheldon. "We didn't pack any clothes."

We waited him out. All of us. Including Nancy.

"Oh," he said. Or moaned. A little bit of both.

Yeah, baby.

Earl led the way in and past the desk and out onto the over water walkway.

"Don't we have to check-in?" said Nancy.

"All done," said Earl. He led us to the largest bungalow, at the end. We walked in and your view is over the Pacific with literally nothing in your way. It is an open floor plan, with the living room in the middle, the kitchen and eating area to the right and the bed to the left. The big bed.

Facing the Pacific.

Nancy led the way, shedding clothes as she went. When she got to the bed, she turned around.

I'm surprised the men didn't cum on the spot.

I did.

I walked over and stood in front of Nancy. She pulled my shirt off and spent a solid five minutes sucking on my nipples. She slipped her hand in my shorts and fingered me the whole time.

One continuous orgasm. She finally slipped my shorts off and we both turned to the men.

Stereo moans is a compliment.

Earl walked over and stood in front of me and Sheldon got the idea and stood in front of Nancy. They're both in nice khakis and a polo. Earl leaned over and I skinned off the polo. Earl is in nice shape. Really nice shape. The fact that both Nancy and Sheldon moaned is encouraging.

Very encouraging.

That's when I skinned off Earl's pants. Out popped his very erect cock.

Nancy did the same.

Sheldon has an impressive cock. A solid 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock. Thin. The perfect ass cock, although it has other uses too.

And I plan on finding out. But not yet.

Nancy is mesmerized.

"Have you ever seen a cock?" I asked. She shook it off a bit and damn. I meant literally and those cute breasts of hers just bounced.

"I'm a virgin, but not completely inexperienced," said Nancy. "I've sucked a few cocks, but never one this long. For some reason I'm also imagining it in my ass."

"Me too," said Earl and me.

That jinx had consequences.

"Have you cum today?" I asked, of Earl, and he shook his head no. I looked at Sheldon and he also shook his head no. Surprising, given it is afternoon, at least where we started. It's breakfast time here, which gives us a nice long day ahead.

"Perhaps you should blow me?" said Earl. A fine idea for sure. I pushed him back on the bed and Nancy did the same to Sheldon. They ended up side by side. I knelt over his cock and sucked it right in.

Nancy did the same to Sheldon. All of it.

Right down her throat. She pulled off and laughed.

"Maybe it was more than a few," she said. That must have turned on Sheldon because he erupted all over her face and chest. It is a lot of cum. A lot.

She rolled onto her back next to him, which made her breasts jiggle again. Which was enough for me to catch a similar facial.

It was a pretty erotic sight.

That's when Earl started licking it up and kissing it to me. Sheldon's eyebrows hit the ceiling, but he clearly saw this all as a learning experience, because he licked up a wide swath, right across Nancy's nipple, which was why when he kissed her, she was already vibrating through a pretty powerful orgasm.

Me too.

Both men were hard again. How handy.

"Normally we would suggest cowgirl for your first time Nancy, but Sheldon is pretty long and that could hurt. Missionary is probably right, but you have to coach Sheldon," said Earl. Nancy bit her lower lip and nodded.

Which is sexy as hell.

Earl, being the teacher that he is, slid up my body and put the tip of his cock at the right spot.

"Sheldon. You're going to feel it when you reach her hymen. You'll need to push through with some force, but then stop," said Earl.

Nancy laughed.

"Nah," she said. "I'm a virgin, but some things have pushed up there. Haven't you ever wondered why I have Mom buy me so many cucumbers?"

"Really?" said Sheldon.

"You're a little dense sometimes," said Nancy. "And I love you for it."

Earl slid in me and Sheldon slid in Nancy.

Heaven in Bora Bora.

We'll just say it got better from there. Nancy is a bit insatiable.

I like that in a woman.

Our weekend was amazing. There's a spark there. Not just Sheldon and Nancy.

We'll see.

Oh Alini

I got a notice that one of my team is in the hospital and hurt pretty bad. This is Erin. I don't know any more details, but I'm on my way now. She's at St. Barnabas Hospital. I landed in the Emergency Department parking lot and then sent my car away. So much easier than parking. I ran in the front door and a guard at the entrance appears to recognize me.

"Come with me," he said, waving his hand. I followed him and he threaded his way through the complex maze of the emergency room and to the door of a room. He handed me a mask and disappeared. I put on the mask and walked in but stayed off to the side.

Ah shit. Alani is hurt. Badly. She's bruised all over her body, clearly has a compound fracture of her right leg and left arm and is unconscious.

It doesn't even surprise me that the attending in charge is Elena. She's barking out orders at a fast pace and the team is executing them just as quickly. A nurse was cutting off quite a bit of Alani's hair and another nurse came in and shaved an area about the size of a grapefruit. Elena moved close to that spot and someone handed her a drill.

Aw fuck. A drill.

"You might want to look away," said Elena, to me. I just shook my head no. No fucking way.

The smell of a drill on bone is something that will never leave me. You could tell Elena was moving quickly but gently. She slowed the drill but left it in place.

An explosion of blood shot out of Alani's head and just covered the front of Elena's scrubs. Elena looked at the nurse that was watching all the monitors and got a thumbs up back, to the cheers of everyone in the room.

Elena handed the drill to a nurse and walked over to me.

"Listen, it is going to take us hours to repair what we can repair. She's past the worst. We won't know if there was any permanent damage until she wakes up, which could be hours or days," said Elena. "Go home, we'll call you."

I just shook my head no.

"OK, that is the answer I expected," said Elena. "The hospital has one VIP suite. That's where Alani will go. She'll skip recovery and we'll take care of her there. Go upstairs to the suite and go to bed. You'll need your rest."

I just nodded. I didn't like it, but even I could see she needs a lot of surgeries.

Shit. What the fuck happened?

I walked outside and noticed two people off to the side, talking to another nurse. The nurse pointed at me and the men came towards me. Just as they did, I saw someone walking up quickly behind them. Apparently too quickly, because the more rumpled of the two guys whipped his sport coat back and pulled out his gun and spun.

And was almost instantly disarmed by Leslie. It was just a blur.

The better dressed guy is laughing now. Pretty loudly.

"Shh," I said, and he quieted down.

"An honor to meet you, your highness," said the dude in the suit. "And you as well." He said that last one to me.

"I'm Tad, and am a special agent with the FBI," said Tad. "My now unarmed friend is George, who is a Detective with NYPD. We'd like to talk to you about what happened."

"Let's talk jurisdiction first," said Leslie, and the FBI dude snorted.

"We would, of course, be in the lead," said Tad, in the most pompous voice.

"You sure about that?" said Leslie. "Right now, the victim isn't even in the United States."

Tad rolled his eyes.

"We're in the Bronx," said Tad.

"In a hospital owned by the kingdom," said Leslie. Well that explains why Elena could be here but not why Elena is here. No, it kind of does. If Elena needed to be here, Elena knew she needed to be here in time to be here.

Which makes complete sense but may require you to read the sentence several times. Then again, why does the kingdom own the hospital?

Read the sentence again.

"Let's not get into a dick measuring contest," said Leslie. "Let's just figure out what happened. Catch me up. I can bring resources to bear that you don't have."

Both dudes snorted and it made Leslie laugh. She looked at the NYPD guy and handed him his gun.

"Married, second time, one child, a daughter, from a marriage to your high school sweetheart that lasted less than a year, and a solid marriage to your second wife that resulted in two children, one boy, one girl," she said. "Served in the NYPD for 16 years, working your way up to the FBI task force, based on your investigative and political skills. Zero marks on your record, which is impressive in a culture of Karens. Well respected by your superiors, but your peers think that you take this FBI gig a little too seriously and are a little full of yourself."

He looks a little shocked. She turned to the FBI dude.

"Your peers do not view you highly. You're considered a suck up that will throw anyone under the bus to further your career. Your superiors know it and while you don't officially have reprimands in your file, it is well-known that your upward career path is limited unless you improve, and improve quickly," said Leslie. "Unmarried but dating. I won't go into the details of your dating life, although I know them."

Well don't they both look shocked.

"Oh," said Leslie. "You have one 7-year-old son." To the FBI dude.

"No I don't," he said.

"Yes, you do," said Leslie. "I'll share contact information later. You owe a lot of child support. His name is Brandon."

They're both staring at her now.

"Do you want to share what you know so far?" asked Leslie, politely. I think they're a little cowed.

"We just got here," said the cop. George.

"Then let me catch you up," said Leslie. "This is related to research into quantum computing at IBM. She has access to designs that are generations ahead of anyone else in the industry, not counting Dionysus. We believe this is related to that knowledge. We don't know the circumstances yet, but all indications are that this leads to a rogue group in Albania. We're narrowing it down, but that's what we have so far."

"Albania. How do you know that?" said Tad.

"We dug into her cellphone traffic over the last month. It was reasonably well disguised and showed as a local NYC number, but once we broke their encryption, we were able to follow it back to Albania," said Leslie.

"You broke their encryption," said Tad.

"Would you like me to share recordings of your last four cellphone calls?" said Leslie. He blushed. OK, that's hilarious.

"You couldn't possibly have recordings," he said, all blustery and shit.

"We record everything. Literally everything. If there is a communication in the world, we have a copy," said Leslie. "I doubt we'll do much with it, but in situations like this, it is convenient."

"You can't do that!" said George.

"Why not?" said Leslie.

"It is against the law!" he said.

Leslie laughed. A deep hearty laugh. Which made her tits jiggle. Sorry, boys, hope they're pointed in the right direction.

"We have two laws. No smoking and no PowerPoint," said Leslie. "This doesn't violate either one. Even if it did, I'm a member of the Royal family and can pretty much do whatever I want."

Oh God. She said whatever I want in the most hilarious voice.

Leslie's funny. Sexy and funny.

Sorry, serious topic, but damn. Leslie. She's in uniform and I don't know why her uniform is skintight yoga pants and a sports bra, but, damn, Leslie.

It even has her stars stitched on the the sports bra. Discretely. You can tell if you look.

Everyone looks. Come on. Leslie's tits.

Spectacular.

"Based on what we have learned, they tried to pressure her into releasing the designs to them and she refused," said Leslie. "They tortured her. We don't know if they actually got the designs, but it doesn't matter."

"Why wouldn't it matter?" said Tad. "You said generations ahead."

"Generations ahead of what anyone else has," said Leslie. "Not generations ahead of what we have. They also have an intentional flaw in the designs. Even if they worked their way through every bit of that, they can only be manufactured in a low gravity environment, meaning a space station or the moon."

"Like that's possible," said George. OK, Leslie and I laughed. Serious topic, but he's pretty clueless.

"I was on the moon two hours ago," said Leslie. "Working out. That's why I am dressed like this."

Yeah, they both leered.

Gross. Just gross. Yeah, yeah, fuck a lot of people, but don't make us sex objects.

OK, perhaps a bit difficult for me to say given I am planning on burrowing my way into her tits later.

Oh you just know it.

"So you have all this information, which is essentially useless," said George. "You think it is Albanians. How are you going to find them? Are they even still in the area?"

"Yes," said Leslie. "Which leads us to believe they didn't get what they wanted. Right now they're in a room at the Holiday Inn Express in the Bronx."

"How in the world do you know that?" asked George.

"DNA tagging. We've indexed everyone and can determine their location instantaneously," said Leslie.

"Really," said George, with disdain. "Then where is Jimmy Hoffa buried?"

"A small cemetery in Marietta, George," said Leslie. "He died in late 1999."

They both just stared at her.

"You could exhume him, but we can read DNA through a casket, so we're sure," said Leslie. Is she punking them?

"Nope," thought Leslie. "He really is."

"You can find the grave if you'd like," said Leslie. "He lived out his life as Melvin Fitzgerald."

"None of this can be true," said George. "None of it."

Leslie just shrugged.

"Believe it or not," said Leslie. "Doesn't make any difference to me. We'll keep an eye on the two people that actually harmed her, but they're not the people we need. We're tracing it back and believe we have found the leader, who is a mid-level government functionary. We're a few hours from absolute proof and then we'll fetch him."

"Fetch him," said Tad. Leslie just smiled.

"We'd appreciate if you kept that confidential," said Leslie.

"You're going to kidnap him," said Tad.

"We prefer extradite," said Leslie. "Bottom line, don't fuck with us. Just don't. The big question is do we prosecute or do you? We'd prefer you to take the first stab, but since you're likely not going to want to use our evidence, we can do it. Although we don't exactly prosecute. We sentence."

"What do you mean you sentence?" asked George, with surprising curiosity.

"Listen," said Leslie. "We don't have crime. We don't have a court system. We don't need one. So on the rare occasions where a crime crosses our path, and it is always outside of Dionysus, whomever deals with the situation decides the sentence. In this case, I will, in consultation with Erin."

"Who exactly is this child and why would she have anything to do with it?" said Tad. George snorted.

Oh we waited, and George actually laughed.

"It was the snort, wasn't it?" he said, smiling. OK, George is now a hundred times sexier.

"This child, as you put it, is the CEO of IBM," said George.

"Actually," said Leslie. "That was true, but as of today, there is a new CEO at IBM and she reports to Erin. Erin now leads our large technology practice, which includes Microsoft, Google, Facebook, and a bunch more."

"I do?" I said. Leslie just smiled and nodded.

I am so enamored with Leslie. Sorry, that just popped out.

"By the way, you should tell Kali," said Leslie. "It's going out over the wire overnight."

Well I guess I should. Just then, who should rush into the ER but Kali.

Timing is everything.

Just as she rushed up, Elena came out of the room, still covered in blood. She pushed off her cap and stood there for a moment, looking a little exhausted.

"Sorry, I was in Robertville, so my day started a long time ago," she said. Just then an aide walked up and handed her a clean scrub top.

Which she proceeded to change into. In the hall.

Elena does not favor bras.

She pulled on the new top and then looked at us. Leslie, Kali, and I didn't react at all.

We've all seen her tits.

The two men stood there with their jaws hanging open. She just rolled her eyes.

"They're just tits," said Elena, a bit exasperated. Spectacular tits, but still. "So here's where we are. The drain relieved the pressure, which is good. We have her sedated, and she's heading up now to have surgery to repair the broken bones. Those are routine but will require significant rehab. We actually let her wake up briefly to do a mental assessment and she appears fine. We knocked her right back out, both for the surgeries, and because the pain is intensive. She was adamant that we tell you it was Tessa. She said Tessa knew there was a flaw and wanted Alani's so she could compare. She knew that if she had both, it would identify the flaw in both. I hope that means something to you."

Aw damn. Just damn.

"I'll have her picked up. We would have figured it out. She just arrived at the Holiday Inn," said Leslie.

"You were tracking her," I said. "Sheldon too?"

"Yeah," said Leslie. "But he's at home and hasn't left."

"He's with Nancy," thought Leslie. "Not sure he'll ever leave the bed."

Good for them. Earl and I are joining them later.

"OK, let's reconnect in the morning. I'll meet you at the FBI office here at 9," said Leslie. Everyone agreed to that.

"Shouldn't we pick them up?" said Tad.

"Not yet," said Leslie. "We'll get all the charges gift wrapped. I think we can get you enough admissible evidence to convict. We'll plan that in the morning."

"What if they run?" said George.

"Where?" said Leslie. "We can find anyone, anywhere."

"So where is my daughter Krissy right now?" said George.

"Yeah, I'm not touching that one," thought Leslie, to me. "She's in bed with her boyfriend and her girlfriend right now."

"Not without her permission," said Leslie.

"She's 13!" said George. "You don't need her permission."

"Yeah, I do," said Leslie. "We consider her an adult. But it doesn't matter. We wouldn't do that regardless of her age, without her permission. She hasn't done anything wrong."

"And a whole lot of things right," thought Leslie.

I managed to control my laugh. I might have to meet Krissy though.

"Yeah," thought Leslie, in the deepest, sexiest voice. "Her boyfriend and girlfriend too. Trust me."

I do Leslie, I do.

"Listen," said Elena. "Tomorrow is going to be rough and we're all exhausted. Let's change the plans a bit. Let's head over to the apartment. We're minutes away. We need some sleep."

"And some cock," thought Elena, to the four of us.

Interesting. And apparently George.

Just not going there right now. He is clearly confused about what he just heard in his head and we'll just leave it there.

Happily married and all.

Off we go.

This shit sucks

Elena here. Significant rehab was a pretty big understatement. Alani will recover, but the emotional scars will outweigh the physical ones. We'll likely need to get her to Dionysus. We've found that our environment is more conducive to recovery. There is so much less stress.

And lots of orgasms. We actually have a study going on that proves that as orgasms escalate, recovery improves. So much so that we abandoned any idea of a control group. It was just cruel. We haven't figured out exactly how to introduce that to the world but will. The difference is significant.

And more fun.

We'll take it from here.

Time to take them down

We're just getting to the FBI building. This is Leslie, but you probably knew that. This will be interesting. We're going to take them down soon, so we came armed. I suspect that will cause some issues. At least I don't have the big ion gun strapped to my chest.

Although the visual is kind of nice.

I have ion pistols. One on each hip. So does Della.

You know Della is with me. It is pretty much a given.

So the armed 15-year-old and armed 11-year-old, in uniform.

That won't cause any problems, right?

Frankly, I'm doing this as a courtesy. I don't need anything from them. We walked in the front door and, surprise, we're surrounded by FBI agents with their guns out.

How predictable.

Now we're surrounded by FBI agents who no longer have guns, which are all in a pile at our feet.

They seem perturbed.

"Can we please stop this?" said Della. "We're your freaking ally. We're here for a meeting."

"You're a child!" said one of the agents.

"And you drew a gun on me," said Della. "Don't make me kick your ass."

"Which she could," I said. "Easily. Can we backup, please? We're working with Tad on a takedown in the Bronx. Of course we're armed. Does the NYPD need to leave their guns at home?"

"Of course not!" said another agent.

Just then an older man walked into the room, saw his agents surrounding us, and their guns on the floor.

Yep. The classic face palm.

He walked over to us, walking around all the guns, shaking his head.

"An honor to have you both with us today," he said. "I'm the special agent in charge of the field office. Tad let me know you were coming."

"Apparently they didn't get the message," said Della.

"Actually they did," he said. "Every single one of them."

"But they're kids!" said another agent.

"They're adults," he said, back to the agent. "It was in the damn briefing. Princess Leslie is the Defense Minister of Dionysus. Della is the commander of all of their Zeta teams. I guarantee they could both kick your ass."

"Well, yeah," I said, laughing.

"Not me," said one particularly muscle bound guy. The SAC turned.

"You sure?" he said. "Tell you what. If they'll take the challenge, we'll set it up in the gym. Take your choice, I'm betting on them."

"You'd pick her over me," he said, pointing at Della.

"And he'd win," said Della. "Mostly because you underestimate me."

His laughing was a bad idea.

"We'll be done before noon," I said. "One PM, in the gym. I'll take any and all bets of any amount. No limit. I'll bet on Della."

"Um, gambling might not be the best bet," said the SAC. Della and I laughed.

"The best bet," said Della. Which is why Harold, the SAC, Della, and I are all laughing.

I'm telling Dad, even though I didn't say it. He'll reward me. For sure.

Dad and I. Powerful.

I think it is the tits. Although Dad loved my flat little chest.

Back in the day.

"All donations to charity," I said. "It isn't like I need the money. Open it up to the entire office."

"OK, Johnny," said Harold. "You spend the morning getting the bets in line. How much are you betting on yourself?"

"A thousand dollars. No make it ten thousand," said Johnny. "Can you afford that?"

Harold face palmed again.

I suspect he does that a lot.

"Princess Leslie could buy France," said Harold. "Out of spare change. That bet isn't a big risk, particularly since Della will win."

"I'll give you 100 to 1 odds too," I said.

"That's a million dollars," said Johnny, while rubbing his hands together.

"Not really," I said. "It's ten thousand dollars. You'll lose."

With that, we went up to the conference room and worked out the details. I could go through the entire takedown, but let's get to the fun part.

Della vs. Johnny.

Oh, the takedown went smoothly. Tessa was a bit shocked, but she underestimated us. Bad idea, Tessa.

She'll be in jail for a long, long time.

Johnny

God, this is going to be hilarious. Johnny is musclebound. Clearly steroids were involved. Given they're illegal and he's with the FBI, that seems a bit nuts. I'd fear one of the thin wiry guys more.

Not Johnny.

We arrived back at the FBI office and they directed us to the gym. There is actually an old school boxing ring. Oh, this is Della. My story.

I've grown a bit since my original entry, being all of 11. It was tempting to bring one of the tigers, but that seemed a bit much.

Still tempting.

I'm about 5'2", thin but strong, with A cup breasts.

And super sensitive nipples. I'm dressed for the fight, which in my case is seamless boxers and a seamless bra top from Oysho Sport. They might be a little small, since I've grown, but they'll do.

The camel toe might be a bit distracting, but then again, my perpetually hard nipples might be too.

Too bad, Johnny.

Oh, I have sweats on over it.

We walked into the gym and Johnny is already there, wearing classic Everlast shorts and boxing gloves. He even has the headgear on.

Oh good grief. He was already in the ring, in his corner, on a stool. A very Rocky vibe.

I climbed in the ring, with Leslie. Hey, I need a corner girl too, right? I don't think it helps that she is wearing skintight yoga shorts and a sports bra that can barely contain her breasts.

It has me wet.

I pulled off my sweatshirt and sweatpants, leaving me in the boxers and bra top.

I did appreciate the gasps from the pretty significant crowd.

Harold is at the center of the ring and appears to be our ref today. I walked to the center of the ring.

"You need gloves and headgear," said Harold. I admit, I laughed.

"Why?" I said. "He's not going to hit me. I'm fine."

Harold rolled his eyes but let me get away with it. I am seriously pumped, which means my nipples are really pushing out my top.

Leslie's are too. I do appreciate that I'm getting as many looks as she is. Have you seen Leslie? I do think they've all forgotten our ages. We're their peers.

And sexy AF.

Harold stepped to the side and someone rang the bell.

And Johnny rushed me. Oh good grief. I sidestepped and he faceplanted, which set the tone for the fight. He danced back to me, looking like he was having a spasm. He threw a few punches, which I dodged, and he looked surprised.

"You're not very fast," I said, taunting him a bit. He reacted poorly and got too close.

And I punched him in the face. Hard.

Dropped him to his knees. Harold waved me back and I waited until Johnny struggled to his feet.

It didn't go better from there. I let him tire himself out, with his chicken-like dancing, and he threw lots of punches.

Into the air.

Eventually I tired of him and did my own flurry of punches.

That all landed. For so many muscles, his gut was pretty weak. I kept bending him over with punches. Up and down he went, with him getting up slower every time. Finally I'd had enough.

"Give up or I will knock you out. Don't force a concussion protocol. Just give up," I said. His response was to rush me.

And faceplant.

Poor Harold facepalmed again. Johnny struggled to get up, but finally just collapsed to the floor of the ring and Harold counted him out, to cheers from the crowd.

Message sent.

I turned to the crowd.

"How many of you bet on Johnny?" I asked. About half the hands went up.

All men.

"How many bet on me," I asked.

Three hands. All women.

"Bets paid to the Juanita Fund please. On the honor system," I said. "Those of you that won, see me. I'll pay Dougie's losses but would ask you to donate your winnings to the charity of your choice. No commitment, just a polite request."

All three women nodded.

This was a silly story, but maybe one person went home that day underestimating powerful young women a little less.

Oh, and back to the take down. It really was simple. We forced the door and captured them quietly.

And Alani is safe in Amyville and recovering.

Ain't this a surprise

Author's note: For those unaware, Rilee Marks is a real person. I'd suggest you Google her, but it is NSFW. When you find the perfect picture of her naked, consider that she was the model for Rylee, in my head. Twinsies, right?

This is truly too weird for words. It all started when I recognized Rylee at the Louvre. I admit, I've fantasized about her. She's gorgeous. She's brilliant. Now I know she is funny, silly, and sexual.

With a highlight on sexual. At first we thought there was some chemistry, and there is, but not a relationship level. Friends. Good friends. Good friends that just love to lick each other.

That's a good friend.

None of that is the weird part, even though Rylee is 15.

I appear to have fallen in love. Hard. As in soulmate.

With Henry. Henry is 11. Do you know what? It feels good. He feels good. I like being with him and he likes being with me. Can I do this? Will society allow it? I could retire. I don't need more money. I've done well for myself. Not Rylee well, but I'm not a genius like she is. We do both have nice tits.

I like tits. Everybody likes tits.

Sorry.

I was going to let it play out, but Henry bought Kick Ass. The studio where I make most of my movies. The thing is I like making the movies. People enjoy them, I do well financially, and I get to play on camera. Which I like. Heck, I have to make a living before Dionysus rules the world. Henry showed me some of their channels.

Nothing I make comes close to seeing Bob, Amy, and Pari together.

"I'll introduce you," said Henry. "That will be fun."

Yes, he's lying in bed with me. Yes, he can read me. Yes, he's stroking my clit. You kind of knew that last one. He's reaching for my phone.

Oh.

He showed me what he sent.

"Hi, this is Rilee, Henry's girlfriend. I think you might know of me. Would you like to join the two of us for a night of passion?"

He had sent it as a group text.

To Bob, Amy, Pari, Gabe, and Carlina.

"Why those five?" I asked.

"Because they're your top 5 fantasies," said Henry.

"You read me," I said.

"Not this time. Sometimes we just know things and we don't know why we know things, but we know those things are right," said Henry. I had to take a moment to parse that sentence. These people say odd things a lot.

"Ya think?" said Henry. "Want me to show you something else I can do?" I just nodded. Whatever it was had to be...holy shit...WTF.

I damn near bounced off the bed. I'm freaking half off of it.

"You can do it too," said Henry. "You just have to believe you can, but don't waste one of mine. I'll need them all."

"Yes, I'll bet you will," I said. That's when he rolled up and onto, and into, me.

Damn this is good. It's somehow different than anything I have experienced. We're a great couple but lacking something. I can't quite figure it...Oh.

"We need Carol," I said. He gave me a big smile and a kiss.

"I knew you'd get there," said Henry. Just then Carol walked into the room and you know what? It made sense.

Particularly the part where she is already naked.

Damn she's cute. She laughed and struck a pose. Then she slowly pulled her pussy lips apart.

So I tried it. I imagined her having a massive orgasm.

Which appears to be why she is lying on the floor writhing. Writhing is a good word.

I might have pushed it out there a little too hard. She finally stopped and was gasping for breath.

"We need to teach you control," said Carol. "Although that was fucking awesome." She crawled up the bed and laid face down on me. She's small, so that left a little room to maneuver. Henry climbed up and slid into Carol doggy style. While she is lying on me and kissing me.

Oh! Now he slid into me. He's got a rhythm now. Five into me. Five into her.

We're just mauling each other.

I went off, then Carol went off.

Then Henry dumped about four gallons of cum on us. It is a lot of cum.

A lot of cum. Think Peter North and go, well, north.

A lot of cum.

We all heard the prophetic words.

"I call cleanup," said Rylee, who had apparently just walked into the room. Naked.

How handy is that.

Which is how Bob, Amy, Pari, Gabe, and Carlina found us. With Carol, Henry, and me on our backs and Rylee on her knees.

"Get the fuck out of my way," said Carlina, in a voice that, well, made Rylee move. She slid down the bed, just a bit, still on her knees.

Bob slid right in. It was tough, but I watched while cumming. Repeatedly. There is something animalistic about Bob and Rylee together. Oh, that's an interesting twist.

Gabe just slid into Bob's ass. That's powerful. They're all just hammering each other, but then I lost the view.

Because Pari sat on my face.

It's cool.

We lost the rest of the afternoon.

Congratulations

I think I need a nap. Still Rilee. We were all in a jumble on the bed. Carol is on my right and Henry is on my left. They're both casually tickling my clit while we chat. Suddenly Carlina looked at us and cocked her head.

"Are congratulations in order or are you still trying to work it all out?" said Carlina. I looked at Henry and then Carol and they both laughed.

"Oh she's talking to you," said Carol. "They already know our answers."

Huh?

"That's not why I looked," I said. "You're supposed to nod."

Carol and Henry started just bouncing their heads. Exaggerating it.

I looked at Carlina.

"I believe they are," I said, with more confidence then I felt.

The people in the bed went a little crazy. Their definition of congratulations is a little broader than mine. OK, I'll be honest, they have redefined the method with which I offer congratulations.

It apparently involves a lot of sex.

Everything involves a lot of sex.

"You're cool with the lots of sex with other people part?" asked Gabe. Gabe is hard. I felt a demonstration would be more effective. I got on my knees and pushed him over and settled right down on his cock.

Carol and Henry laughed.

"We take that as yes," said Carol. Then she pushed Henry over and dropped onto his cock right next to us.

It is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my life. They know each other so well and yes, I mean in that way.

Then Gabe and Henry started kissing. That's when my orgasm started. I'll let you know when it ends. I finally rolled off. Damn I'm tired.

I woke up three hours later, snuggling with Henry and Carol. We were covered up with the sheet.

No one else was in the house. The part I still don't quite understand is that we'd fallen asleep on simply soaked sheets.

We are asleep on freshly laundered sheets that I don't own.

Sometimes you just have to roll with it.

I have never been happier in my life.

Weird shit.

Still my pen!

Still Rilee. Still in bed. Still with Carol and Henry.

"We should head over to Kick Ass and introduce you as the new CEO. Time for me to retire," said Henry.

"Me?" I said.

"It makes complete sense," said Carol. "You're well known in the industry, which is perfect. The industry is taking hits from all sides, so a woman in charge is great."

"You don't think our being married is an issue?" I asked. They both looked at me.

"You have gotten there," said Carol. "Did you mean to propose?"

I just nodded. That's a thing here.

Now they're dancing at the end of the bed. Naked. Henry waved me over to them.

Now we're all dancing. They're freaking sexy. Suddenly they both laughed.

"We're young and cute," said Carol. "You are the definition of sexy." She pushed me back on the bed and started licking me again. I think I lasted milliseconds.

Our life is going to be amazing.

"It already is," said Henry, as he offered his cock for me to suck. Which I did. Enthusiastically.

Yep. Amazing.

"Oh, and I think the association with Dionysus will provide a legitimacy that overcomes the two of us," said Henry, just as he pulled out and covered me with cum.

A lot of cum.

Then the two of them cleaned me up.

I think I passed out briefly. No, I know I passed out briefly.

Off to Kick Ass

Both literally and metaphorically. Still Rilee. My post, I suppose. The three of us just arrived at the studio. They're aware that it changed hands, but not that I personally own it. I'm not quite sure how I personally own it, but hey, Dionysus. The studio is in a non-descript warehouse with no signage. They're not stupid and avoid publicity. OK, we're not stupid. This is going to take some getting used to. I badged us in, and yes we have good security. We walked past reception, which doesn't normally have anyone in it. It looks like only one studio is in use, given it is Saturday, so we quietly went in. I suspect having Henry and Carol with me is going to cause a stir.

And it did.

The director, my friend Piero, shouted "cut", which was disappointing, since Jordi was just pounding Katie Kush. Jordi looked disappointed. I'm sure I looked disappointed.

"Rilee, what the fuck. You can't bring kids into a porn shoot," shouted Piero.

I think it confused him that we all laughed.

"Let me introduce my fiancés, Henry and Carol," I said. If my bringing kids surprised him, introducing them as my fiancés, plural, didn't clear things up.

Then I saw the change in his expression.

"Dionysus," said Piero, with a small moan.

Yeah, we laughed at that too.

"Yes, there has been a change of ownership in the studio," said Henry.

Now everyone is moaning.

"So does that mean this is Dionysus consulate and I could fuck all three of you?" asked Jordi. Jordi is young and thin and has a nice large cock that he knows how to use. Trust me.

"Yes," said Henry, to the delight of all. "But we won't be doing that. The purpose of the acquisition wasn't to create porn that would include what the US considers children. It is to give Rilee creative control of her studio and to improve the production values."

"Hey," said Piero. "Our production quality is quite good."

"Yes, it is," said Carol. "Now it is going to be great. Let me show you an example." There was a big screen TV on the wall and Carol cast her phone to it and played a short porn clip.

Of Bob and Amy. And Pari.

They were all mesmerized.

Hell me too, and I've been with them all. Together.

It was transcendent.

"Well that video would sell," said Piero. Yeah, everyone laughed.

"If only Pari wasn't 11," said Carol.

"Pretty sure that would be a draw," said Jordi, with a smile.

"I'll introduce you," said Carol.

That's when Jordi came. Hey, Pari. He just covered Katie.

"Turn on the cameras," said Henry. "Jordi, you need to clean up your mess."

"How would that sell?" asked Piero. "Wiping her off with a towel."

"It wouldn't," said Carol. "But his licking up his cum and kissing it to Katie would set records."

"I'm not gay," said Jordi.

"Me neither," said Henry. "But I'd lick it up. And enjoy it. Then again, I'd enjoy your cock in my ass, being bisexual."

"Like you could handle this cock in your ass," said Jordi.

"Big, but not that big," said Carol. She found another video.

Ah. Jameis fucking Henry in the ass. Henry was in the middle of a train. Amy is at the front.

"Damn," said Piero. "You've fucked the Queen."

That was a conversation starter.

Production will have to restart tomorrow. We wore out Jordi and yes, he fits in Henry's ass.

Carol's too.

They have skills.

We finally wore out and I found my way to my new office. Still naked and a little sticky. Clothes are now apparently optional at our studio. Across from me is Piero, who is our best director. Henry and Carol are on the couch listening.

And playing with each other. Just stroking here. Kissing there. Petting. That's the best description.

"So, Piero, where would you take our videos, if you got to decide," I asked. He looked longingly at Carol and Henry and I laughed.

"You'll need to focus outside their world," I said. "Inside their world, we could never, ever make a video that is better than those posted for free."

"Our world," said Carol and Henry. Henry got it out first.

Now Carol is bouncing on Henry, with both of them facing us. Continuing the conversation.

Piero is staring. Carol laughed.

"Most of our meetings are meetings/orgies," said Carol. "Want a blowjob?"

Piero looked at me, then Carol, then back to me. I smiled and nodded. He was in a trance and walked over and dropped his shorts.

Carol inhaled his cock. All the way down. Piero has a big cock.

Didn't stop Carol.

"May I suck you too?" asked Henry. Piero looked confused.

"No pressure," said Henry. "We're just all bi."

Piero is lost in thought, while Carol is blowing him, which is interesting. He pulled his cock out of Carol's mouth and offered it to Henry.

Piero is moaning now. Carol just licked his balls.

Carol and Henry are covered in cum now.

"I call cleanup!" I said. Well, I do.

Piero is now fucking me while I lick my fiancés. Today is going well.

But we're busy fucking now, so we'll continue this story later.

Priorities don't ya know.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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