The Call - Chapter 152 - What defines a hero (2021-09-20)
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What defines a hero?

Morgan here. I can't believe everything that is going on and I barely post. Our lives are weird. The last few months have been insane. Just little things.

You know, like saving the world. I decided to be a scribe for this entry because I was not a hero. I was a pilot of a satellite catcher. The pickup crew. I didn't push on the asteroid. I waited patiently and retrieved those that had to eject.

My plane picked up 32 survivors.

But we missed one.

Sorry. I'm crying now. We all are. A lot.

We lost Martan. Not Martin. Mar. Tan.

We should pronounce it right.

Time magazine approached Mom and Dad about declaring all the pilots as Time Person of the Year.

They refused. No discussion. No bringing in the council. Just no.

They insisted that the honor belonged to Martan.

They were right. So right. Time tried an end run and contacted every single pilot. They got the same answer. No. No interviews. Talk to Martan's family. It was everyone's answer. No, we didn't coordinate or talk about it. From our oldest pilots to our youngest they said no and that included Bill and Jessica. Yes, they'd flown.

We needed them.

I know we said it at the time but there were entire families that flew including ours. From Dad at the top to Jessica at the bottom. All of us.

Finally, Mom and Dad agreed to let people be interviewed for a future issue but not for the Person of the Year issue.

Martan's parents came and talked to Mom and Dad. They didn't know what to do. They were trying to protect Max. I wasn't there but Dad told me that Max found out they were there and came over and told them in no uncertain terms that they would do it. They would honor his brother.

Damn. Crying again.

It was the most popular issue in Time history. The cover photo was from Max's phone. He had taken it just before everyone took off. It is Martan, standing next to his plane, in his flight suit, holding his helmet. I remember thinking that the helmet surprised me. I'd never seen one quite like it.

Smiling. Just a huge beaming smile. He was about to take off and no one knew if any of the pilots would survive but he was proud of being a part of it.

I hadn't realized he was flying an older F-77. It turned out it was his suggestion. The original plan was only the latest models. He insisted we needed every plane.

He was right. Without the older planes, too, it wouldn't have worked.

Hero. The word applies.

I'm going to have to finish this later. I can't see through the tears.

Ok, I'm back. I waited almost a week to finish this post. I tried, I really did, but it is so hard to write. I can't imagine how Martan's family is coping. I know people die. Kids die. Look at TJ. I started to say this is different but in many ways it is not. No parent should lose a child.

It is appropriate that I mention TJ. Morgon had really jumped in and become Max's best friend. She wasn't always here, given her job, but she came home a lot. She stayed with Max and his family. Finally Max agreed to go visit her. He hadn't been on a plane since the incident.

I think I'll let Morgon pick up the story. From Morgan to Morgon.


I love the little guy

Morgon here. When I first reached out to Max it was because I thought my experience could help him. I hope it is. It can't be the same, though. Martan was his identical twin. I sure didn't plan on falling in love. No, I haven't told him. That's just not right, at least yet. We are best buddies now. Isn't that the perfect first step? Just ask Amy and Bob. They'll tell you.

This trip was a real milestone. The first half dozen times I had come back I hadn't pushed it. I even landed elsewhere and arrived by cart.

On the sixth trip Max asked me why I came by cart.

"It just didn't seem right to land in a space plane," I said.

That got me a hug.

"I do appreciate that, but you don't have to do that," he said. I got a smile out of him. I liked those. I thought I'd at least ask.

"Ok, then, let's go somewhere this weekend. Your choice. Paris. London. Rome. Sydney. Whatever you want," I said. Damn. He looked like he had shrunk. He pulled back into himself. I think I messed up.

Finally, he drew himself up.

"OK," he said. "You're right. Back on the horse. I want to go to Indianapolis. I want to see what you're doing."

All the choices and he picked Indy. Ok by me. We wandered until we found his mom and told her what we were doing. Max laughed at the look of shock on her face.

Then he got quiet.

"Was that look because you're surprised I agreed to go or because you don't want me in a plane?" asked Max. His mom thought for a moment.

"Both, I suppose," she said. "But go. You need to go. Stay for a while. Live again."

That got her a big hug from both of us. His dad walked in and didn't even ask. He just joined the hug, and we all had a good cry. Sometimes you just need to cry.

We went outside and I fetched my new plane. We all had new planes. We had to. The others were all gone. If you looked closely you could see a subtle difference in the new plane.

It had a reinforced nose.

Lawrence had tech that meant we should never have to do it again, but we all supported the change.

Every single one of us would do it again. Even Max. Especially Max.

We took off and Max asked if we could stay in the atmosphere. He didn't want to be weightless yet. He also sat in the back with all the windows darkened.

I got it.

We landed in Indy pretty quickly. I could feel him relax once we were off the plane. I took him inside and showed him around our house and we celebrated his first flight.

And quite a celebration it was. Somehow it felt different. Before we were best friends that liked to fuck. We all have friends like that. We like to fuck. A lot.

This felt different. Max had a different energy. More focus. He gave me everything he had. From the passion of his kisses, to nibbling on my neck to spending what felt like hours just on my little nipples.

Then working his way down. He got me so close then let me go over. And over. And over. Finally I pulled him up and in. We had fucked before. We had made love before.

Nothing, ever, like this. It was slow. It was passionate. Sometimes it was fast. He lasted and lasted, because he kept starting and stopping, to hold himself off. Finally he allowed the release, and it was spectacular. Oh yes I came, but this was different. It was like we were one.

I do love him so.

We had the entire weekend and mostly didn't do anything special. We played a game of Monopoly. We did a puzzle. We read books, lying together on a double lounge. We rode around the neighborhood on bikes and met a few new kids.

And confused the heck out of them. We spent Saturday afternoon at the new community center, and it was a blast. We took two new friends, Meyer and Tulsi. Their mom, Glenda, insisted on driving us.

It didn't seem like the time to mention I was a licensed driver. Sometimes you just roll with it.

Our new friends were a little confused when we walked in and everyone knew me.

Everyone. At least three of the team members hugged me. We all like hugs. It was the lifeguard that really blew it out.

He called me boss and told us to have fun. We started in the jacuzzi and it felt great.

"Why did he hug you and call you boss? Why did they all hug you?" asked Tulsi. Max snorted. I just looked at Max and raised my eyebrows. He lost it laughing and then I did too. When we finally calmed down Tulsi and Meyer were staring at us.

I should mention that was the first big belly laugh I'd ever heard from Max. I met him after the day.

Progress.

"You have to tell the story now," I said, and Max laughed again. I loved it. I miss TJ too, but I know he would want me to be happy. Same with Martan.

"He called her boss because she is his boss. This entire project, building the community center and the school, is Morgon's job. She runs the whole thing and will until the school opens, and they hire a school president," said Max. "She is also running projects in a dozen other cities."

They just looked from me to Max and back.

"But you're a kid. A little kid," said Meyer.

"So?" I asked. "Things are different."

"You're from Dionysus," said Meyer, with awe.

"Nope. Indianapolis," I said. "Born and raised. OK, not fair. Yes, we moved to Dionysus, but my family moved back when I got the job."

"Even her mom works for her," said Max. Well she did. Pari loaned her to me. After all, she is an Assistant Minister. Dad still works for Morgan. He's doing so much more now and loving it. We all do.

"Our mom knows everything about your schools," said Tulsi. "Everything." She added a big smile.

"Yeah, she already applied for us. We did the testing already," said Meyer. "She applied for a job too. It is her dream. They haven't started interviewing yet. I think she keeps her fingers and toes crossed all day."

"What is you mom's background?" said Max.

"She has been in education her entire career. She's been a classroom teacher and right now is the principal at Lawrence North High school. They keep pushing her to move into district administration, but she doesn't want to be that far away from the kids. She was even our principal for a bit. It was great to see how much the kids loved her, and her schools are always top rated in the district," said Meyer.

"Does she understand the unique parts of our schools?" I asked. This time Meyer snorted.

"Oh yes," said Meyer. "Very much. She is a real believer and has introduced some of the topics at home. Topics, not action. We can't until the school opens." Yes, we all moaned.

Damn. This could be huge. I needed to hire a school leader, but it was proving to be difficult.

I grabbed my phone and handed it to Tulsi.

"Text her that you have a ride back to our house and invite your parents to dinner at 6:30. Don't say a word about my job or the school. Trust me," I said. She did as I suggested. I'm sure they all assumed my parents would pick us up. I had a point to make there too.

"What does your dad do?" asked Max.

"He is a sports physiologist," said Meyer. "He is really good at it. His dream is to be the assistant trainer of the Pacers. He is such a fan. He has been since he was little. He has applied for the open job but hasn't heard yet."

Oh boy.

I texted Reggie. You know, the head coach. I knew he would do the hiring for the position and I knew it was open.

I know things. Oh, did no one mention we hired Reggie Miller to be the coach? It is working out splendidly.

I'm meeting a sports physiologist for dinner who dreams of your trainer job.

We went back and forth on text and it turned out Drexel was a top candidate, but they hadn't started interviews. He said Drexel stood out at least on paper. I got one last text.

If you like him, hire him. I trust you

Well, this could be quite a night for their family. All because we met some kids out on their bikes. We played around for the rest of the afternoon and then I took them on a behind the scenes tour of the school and we ended up showering and changing in the school locker room. I made sure we all changed into school uniforms after I quietly confirmed their acceptance. I didn't tell them yet. The showering was a story though.

They were nice looking kids too. Nothing happened, yet, but when I got the clothes, Max walked into the locker room and I just followed him in. We started undressing and realized that Tulsi and Meyer were just watching us, still in their clothes. Got it. In the community center, there are separate locker rooms and I'd gotten us all suits. We'd changed in private cabanas.

This is the school. There is only one locker room. I needed to have a talk. I walked over and sat crisscross on the floor. Max figured it out and sat next to me. I waved them to sit down, which they did. The difference was that we were both naked and sitting that way tends to be a little revealing.

"You do understand all about the school?" I asked. They smiled shy smiles.

"You know you don't have to participate at all in anything sexual, but taking a shower together is kind of a thing. We only have one locker room," I said.

Tulsi took the initiative. She took off her shirt. I guess I never mentioned that she's 10 years old. Puffies. Gorgeous puffies. Max reacted. Hey, I didn't blame him. I got wet. I pointed at Max's cock. That just made him smile.

"Max's reaction is entirely normal. You're a beautiful woman," I said. Tulsi smiled and stood up and skinned out of her shorts and panties. Meyer took a deep breath and stood up and stripped too. Meyer is 11 years old.

And hung like a freaking horse. Damn. He had at least a 7-inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock. At 11. I gasped. Max gasped. Tulsi smiled. Meyer had a little drop of precum. Tulsi was clearly a little more comfortable and curious. She reached over and wiped it on to her finger.

And offered it to Max.

Who eagerly licked it off.

We took time to explain that no means no and that blunt is OK. Finally Tulsi spoke up.

"Listen. We're comfortable with sex. I love to blow Meyer and he goes down on me and is good at it. We're both curious about playing with the same sex, but never got the opportunity. I'm a virgin, but not by choice. All the kids my age are kids. Meyer's not, but there is no way I could take that cock."

"I could," I said, just as Max did too.

"Jinx," he said, with a smile. He leaned in for a pretty passionate kiss.

"You could take his cock?" asked Tulsi. I answered first.

"Sure, but I'm not a virgin and it took me a while to work my way up to that and more," I said.

"And more," said Tulsi, softly.

"Same here," said Max. "Lots of lube and lots of patience. But I'd suggest we save that. If you're interested and comfortable, I'd be honored to be your first."

"Would you be mine, too?" asked Meyer.

"Be specific," said Max. "Do you want me to fuck you, do you want to fuck me, or do you want to fuck Morgon?"

"Yes," answered Meyer. Morgon and I both smiled.

"OK," said Max. "All that can happen. Tulsi, do you want to go first, or watch us teach Meyer to fuck Morgon?" Meyer's cock bounced, so we knew his answer.

"I'd like to watch. I'd like to understand more," said Tulsi.

"OK," I said. "Then we're going to make this a lesson, but we need you to listen and take guidance."

"OK," said the two of them together. Meyer got jinx out first and leaned in for an equally passionate kiss, while stroking Tulsi's nipple.

This was going well.

I put on a bit of a clinic. You know, girl on top. We talked through the pain, but she knew that her hymen was already broken. Something about finding her mom's vibrator. You go, girl. I can confidently say that Meyer enjoyed myself. I could feel him swell and slipped up and off just in time for him to cover himself with cum, including quite a facial.

Time to teach about cleanup. I won't go into all the details, but we'll say that Tulsi isn't a virgin anymore in, well, both spots. Meyer either. He enjoyed fucking me. He really enjoyed fucking Max. He freaking loved getting fucked.

Fun new friends.

Finally we walked out the school front door and faced a completely empty parking lot.

"Is someone picking us up here?" asked Tulsi.

"Sort of," I replied. Just then a car flew up and dropped in front of us. My Porsche was too small, so this was a Urus. They're cute little SUVs. Think of a Honda CRV if it was made by Lamborghini and could fly.

Sometimes the things we type in the journal are super weird.

Meyer and Tulsi just stared at me. Max took Tulsi's hand, and they got in the backseat. I took Meyer's and got him settled down in the front passenger seat. I walked around and got in the driver's seat. I made sure everyone was strapped in.

"Home please," I said, and the car lifted off.

"Your car flies," said Meyer, drily. "Of course it does."

It wasn't far and we floated down into the driveway just in front of a car. We couldn't have timed it better. Their parents were getting out of the car and mine were coming out the front door.

Their mom was driving. For some reason I liked that.

We piled out of the car to stares from Glenda and Drexel.

Dad saved the day by doing all the introductions. I loved that he made absolutely no mention of our climbing out of a flying Lamborghini. I don't know if that was a calculated decision or just that it was his normal.

Either way.

"It is a beautiful day," said Mom. "We thought we would grill steaks on the boat." With that she led the way through the house. It is an amazing house.

"Mom and Dad just love the lake. They dream of someday living on the res but know they'll never be able to afford it," whispered Meyer. "You have a boat big enough to grill on?" He returned to his normal voice.

Well maybe they could live on the lake. The house on the other side of Aaron was for sale. I hadn't answered his question, but we walked out of the back of the house.

Bob and his Sunseeker 52 boats.

The entire family of four just stared. They're staring a lot. It gave me a moment to send a quick text.

We got on and Mom took us out and Dad started food prep. We all jumped in and helped and laughed and had fun, including Max. Maybe fucking Tulsi and Meyer helped. It was the first time he'd been with anyone but me since, well, you know. Even our first time took weeks.

Yay!

Finally we were sitting at the table having simply spectacular ribeyes with a crab topping and a shrimp cocktail. I think his homemade cocktail sauce is better than St. Elmo's.

Dad is a heck of a cook.

We let my parents tease out all the stuff about jobs and things. Mom just said that she worked on the school project but didn't say anything about me. Dad said he was a fund raiser for a charity. Yeah, Hayden, but he didn't mention that. Glenda was a revelation. Her interest and passion just shined. Dad winked at me but no one but Max saw it. At least this time he didn't snort.

"That's so exciting," said Glenda. "When the owners bought the mall, didn't they buy the Pacers, too?"

"Yes but they transferred ownership of the team to the local project manager for the school. They will be here for a while because several more schools are planned," said Dad.

"More schools? Maybe I'll be able to get an interview. I've applied but haven't heard anything. Drexel has applied for the Pacers assistant trainer position, too."

"It has long been a dream of mine," said Drexel. "I've been a fan for years. My grandparents even had tickets when they were in the ABA."

"Are you going to join in, Morgon?" said Mom. This time Max did snort. I guess Mom had decided. OK I'm in too.

"This is going to be a bit confusing," I said. "Did you notice Meyer and Tulsi are wearing school uniforms for the new school?" They're really subtle so look more like khaki shorts and a burgundy polo. The logo is stitched in matching burgundy, so you barely notice it.

"Where did they get those?" asked Drexel.

"I gave the uniforms to them to recognize their acceptance to the school," I said. Bedlam. I have finally seen bedlam.

"But how would you know?" asked Glenda. This time Max let out an actual laugh.

I did the eyebrow raise again at him and he laughed. Again. I just waited him out.

"Morgon is in charge of the entire project in the area. The construction and all the decisions, including all hiring," said Max. More stares.

"Dionysus," said Glenda, quietly.

"Yes," I said, jumping in. "I'm prepared to offer you the position of school president at the Castleton school."

Meyer gasped.

"You can do that?" said Drexel.

"Yes," I said. "Just as I can offer you the assistant trainer role for the Pacers."

Meyer and Tulsi actually cheered out loud.

"Why don't you join us in the owner's box for tomorrow's game," I said.

"You can do that, too?" said Drexel.

This time my Dad jumped in.

"Perhaps you haven't made the connection yet," said Dad. "Morgon owns the team."

"Of course she does," said Drexel.

I love this family.

"Mom and Dad, can you take Meyer and Tulsi out on the X26 so we can talk? Max can go with you. We will be done shortly," I said.

And so they did.

"I just realized. Does your mom work for you?" asked Drexel.

"Yes," I said. "It is fairly common to have relatives working for each other. Sometimes it works this way. Sometimes it works the other way."

I walked them through the compensation plan, and they were stunned. People usually are. I walked through all the unique characteristics of our schools.

Bluntly.

That all seemed to go quite well. They had applied for their kids, so none of it was a surprise.

I texted Mom that they could come back.

Then we celebrated.

Drexel and Glenda were surprised, but pleased, that their kids were already playing a little with each other. They both clearly appreciated Tulsi's puffies and Meyer's cock. Then again Drexel's 9-inch (23 cm) thick cock was impressive, too. As they mentioned, their parents had talked to them, not fucked them.

We'll fix that.

We walked them through all the rules again. Drexel took the initiative.

"Tulsi, may I fuck you?" asked Drexel.

"No," said Tulsi. "Or at least not yet. I've only been fucked once, by Max, and it was glorious. But I have to work my way up. I want Meyer to fuck me."

So he did with lots of coaching from Max and me. We all watched. We all watched. Then we watched both sets of parents' swap.

Then Max asked Drexel if he could fuck him. Max is 11. It was Glenda that moaned.

"I would so love to see that" said Glenda.

"Really? I've wanted to try it forever, but thought it would freak you out," said Drexel. I stopped everyone for a minute.

"Honesty. Work on it. Blunt. It's OK to be blunt. Glenda, remember, if they're 9 years old, you can fuck the kids. Drexel is welcome to visit, too," I said.

"Meyer fits?" asked Glenda. I laughed.

"Quite nicely," I said. Given Meyer was hard again, I was tempted.

"Wait," said Max. "Meyer fucked you earlier. Meyer, would you like to fuck me? We can show your Dad some things."

Yes. His answer was yes.

Wow. What a celebration. I'd also gotten the text I hoped for. I should clear up where my family lived. Pari insisted we move into the nicer house next to Aaron. She did that when I agreed to a longer term role building schools around the Midwest. I had schools being built in Cincinnati, Columbus, St. Louis, and nine more cities. More would come.

Pari really didn't need the house, although the other one was hers. She came a lot.

When she did, she was my next door neighbor. Are you following along yet? Yes, Pari's with Bob and Amy. How does that change anything?

I suggested that we go for a little walk in the neighborhood. What was happening next, no one else knew about. I like surprises. Bob would have appreciated it. We walked past Aaron's house and he was in the driveway shooting baskets with some of the younger neighborhood kids. He is a good guy. He had the basket set at 7 feet for them. He tossed me a ball. I took a shot from easily 30 feet out. It swished through the basket.

Surely you know why. Remember Ruby?

Drexel watched Aaron for a bit. Drexel turned to me.

"That hitch in his shot is affecting his accuracy. Worse, it will have a long term bad effect on his shoulder. It could shorten his career. It's an easy fix, though," said Drexel.

"Aaron," I shouted, "I want you to meet someone." He trotted over and I did the introductions. Drexel didn't say anything.

"Tell him," I said to Drexel. He hesitated.

"She is your boss, Dad," said Tulsi. I shared with Aaron that Drexel was the new trainer. Finally he jumped in and explained what he told me and how to fix it. Drexel went and raised the basket and worked with Aaron for a few minutes. His accuracy improved. A lot.

"Wow," said Aaron. "Thanks and welcome aboard."

"Be nice, dude," said Max. "They're your new next door neighbors." That got Max a look from everyone, including me. Max walked over to me.

"I love you, too," he whispered to me.

He had read me. He had freaking read me. He laughed again and leaned over.

"Yes, but I really do love you," said Max.

"Follow me," said Max. We all followed including Aaron and the neighborhood kids. New friends! Max walked right up to the front door and keyed the code into the lockbox and retrieved the key. He handed it to Glenda. If I knew the code, he knew the code, right?

"Welcome home," said Max. It took them all a moment to follow.

I think Tulsi squealing helped. Before we could even go inside a shadow crossed over us. A C-112 landed in the backyard. We all ran around the house. It filled the entire yard.

Bob came down the stairs. He had a freaking clipboard in his hand. How the hell? Some things I just don't ask.

"I have a delivery for Glenda and Drexel," he said, smiling at me. Just then the rear ramp lowered. I'd seen this drill before, but they hadn't. First off came eight wave runners. Then an X26 and a Midnight Express 37.

The drivers of the tow vehicles dropped them in the water and tied them all up on one side of the dock. I knew those drivers, but they were too far to easily recognize.

Bob wasn't done.

A freaking semi came down the ramp towing a boat. A big ass boat.

"Sunseeker Predator 74," whispered Bob to me. "It is all I could do this quickly." Within minutes it was tied up to the other side of the dock. The tow vehicles all drove back up onto the plane.

"The crew will be here tomorrow to rebuild the dock," said Bob. He turned to walk back to the plane.

"Stop," I shouted. "You're not pulling that stunt. Get their asses off the plane." Bob barked out a laugh and texted with his phone.

Off the plane came Amy, Morgan, Sophia, Orlando, Grace, Leslie, Hunter, Hallie, Chris, Noah, Luke, Cassie, Nylah, Colby, Jessica, and Bill.

They just kept coming and coming.

Oh our new friends knew them. Bob is easy to look past when he is unshaven, wearing a ball cap, and a ratty t-shirt. The mustard is a dead giveaway.

In other words his normal attire.

The rest aren't.

This time it was Glenda that squealed.

And squealed.

Bob used it as a moment lean over.

"Do you want them to have jewelry?" he whispered. "We have several cars, too."

It was early for jewelry, but it felt right. I loved that Bob let me make the decision. I just nodded at him. He nodded to his group. Nylah, Colby, Luke, and Cassie ran back up the ramp. Leslie followed them up. I think they were making a point. It is Indianapolis so they had brought winter worthy vehicles.

Nylah came down first driving a Porsche Cayenne. Belen had made sure almost her entire product line had adjustable pedals. Colby followed in another Urus. Luke was in a 911 Turbo. Cassie was in an E63S wagon.

Of course it was a wagon.

Leslie brought up the rear. Oh sure. A McLaren Senna. You've gotta have a toy. They drove them around and put them all in the garage. Bob had filled up the garage. We had followed them around. Our four new friends were like zombies at this point. Amy handed me a small gift bag.

"I'd wait until tomorrow for these," said Amy. Yeah good idea.

We ended up doing the house tour with the entire giant group. We still had the neighborhood kids with us, too. That made me laugh. It was a nice house, too. Easily as nice as ours just on a slightly smaller lot. I suspect this was all going to be the talk of the neighborhood.

We decided to take the boat out. The neighborhood kids headed home but not before introductions. They knew who I was, and all mentioned they had applied to the school.

I'll come back to that. Aaron headed home too. Too bad. On his way out, he winked at me. Oh, got it. I'll bet we'll see Pari tomorrow.

We all trooped out to the boat and got on board. The adults all went up to take us out. I took everyone else into the lounge and knew there would be plenty of bathing suits. Yep. Several for all of us. I picked a cute two piece. Then I stripped and put it on, which led to a flurry of stripping, but not much putting things on.

The four youngest disappeared downstairs. Naked. Have fun!

Then our new friends got a much better introduction to the royal family. Did you see that list of people? It was memorable for me, let alone them.

Then we all got dressed. Finally. By the time we changed, Bob had us hovering in the middle of the lake. I took everybody to the giant swim platform. Orlando and Grace went the other way. Shortly after they appeared on wave runners.

Out of the garage.

Sure.

We had great fun.

Then we had more fun. Plenty of room on a 74.

In the end everyone decided to stay for the game. Given it was against the Magic and the hottest ticket of the season, I wasn't that surprised. Everyone spread out in our house and Pari's house. Tulsi and Meyer stayed with Max and me. Luke and Cassie joined us. Oh boy. Luke's a great teacher too. And Cassie. Hot damn.

Hot damn. It was worth saying twice. I laughed because Amy insisted on taking Lindy. One does not say no to Amy.

Drexel and Glenda both talked to their bosses. We worked out a transition for Glenda that worked for her school. I didn't need her fulltime yet. Drexel's boss couldn't have been more excited for him and refused to let him work out two weeks. As he put it, Drexel needed to start his dream. That was nice.

Max asked me to marry him.

We took the entire family on a tour of the school. Both families. Our new friends and Bob and Amy's entire clan. We even explained the purpose of the wrestling rooms. Then we showed them. A lot.

It is a very nice school.

Oh you want me to go back a bit? For what?

Of course I said yes.

We didn't tell anyone yet. We would get our families together for it. We might even wait a bit. Maybe next weekend.

Maybe.

There were 23 of us going to the game. No that's not right. Just 22 of us because Drexel left early to meet Reggie and the team, and he texted us he would be working and on the bench. He even rode in with Aaron. They were laughing when they left. Good neighbors.

We loaded up the E63S, the Cayenne, my Urus, Mom's X5M, my 911 Turbo, and the Senna.

No one even commented when Tulsi rode with me and Meyer rode with Max. In the Senna. Glenda kept pushing us that we needed to leave. We finally agreed even though we knew we would be early. Which is how a caravan of amazing cars flew from the lake to the arena, with lots of squealing.

Flying cars are fun. Quiet too.

We all gathered and went into the owner's entrance. Every person I passed that worked there gave me a high five or a fist bump. No, that's not fair. A solid quarter of them hugged me.

We are huggers, remember?

Max and I took Glenda, Tulsi, and Meyer into the locker room. Drexel was already there and clearly in his element. Aaron was telling his teammates about what Drexel had told him. There was some skepticism so Aaron took all bets that he would score at least 20.

Spoiler alert. 33 points. And his first triple double.

The game itself was incredible. A real white knuckler. Back and forth through the entire game. With 3 seconds to go the Pacers were down by two. Malcolm inbounded it to Myles. Myles had a midrange shot for the tie but barely touched the ball. He fired it to Aaron in the corner. They had to do the instant review because it was close. Very close.

Oh it went in. It left his hands with 0.1 seconds remaining.

A 3 pointer.

For the win.

One hell of a game. We went down and attended the press conference. Aaron made Drexel sit at the table with him for his interview. Reggie walked out and handed a ball to Aaron.

"I'd like to introduce our new head trainer, Drexel," said Aaron. Head trainer? Just a slip of the tongue I'm sure.

"This afternoon he gave me pointers on my shot. He was right. I took his suggestions into the game and you saw the result," continued Aaron. "For his efforts, the team voted to award him the game ball." He handed the ball to Drexel who was just sitting their stunned.

Our group, on the other hand, was cheering and whistling. We're like that. Aaron waited for us to quiet down.

Then another man came out who I know is the head trainer.

And announced his retirement.

I'll be damned. It wasn't a slip of the tongue. We all saw the instant when Drexel realized. Right before Tulsi and Meyer almost tackled him off the stage.

But the theatrics weren't over. Max went up and whispered in Aaron's ear. Just then a couple came in from the locker room.

What in the hell were Max's parents, Cara and Cael, doing here? Wait, his siblings Bailey, Casey, Gilroy, and Kaleigh were here too. Max held out his hand.

Oh.

Before I could even react my mom and dad were already on the stage.

Which is how the new owner of the Pacers found herself being married by the Queen of Dionysus a few hours after her new husband proposed. Amy leaned over.

"Max asked if you could honeymoon on the space station. Are you OK with that?" asked Amy.

I guess I was. Fuck yeah.


What the hell

Glenda here. What in the hell happened last weekend? The kids went out for a bike ride. A simple bike ride. That ended up with Drexel and me getting our dream jobs. Then we attended the team owners impromptu wedding before she and her husband left for a honeymoon.

On her space plane.

To their space station. And she's 9.

And she offered that in a few weeks we could all go to the space station.

Well sure.

Did I mention our mansion and yacht? I'm told I should really just call it a boat.

I have no idea why.

But the King of Dionysus suggested it.

Not a single thing I am writing makes any sense, but it is all real.

Don't get me started on the journal. I've lost entire night's sleep reading it. Living vicariously through it. Making notes on things to try.

Drexel has too. We've tried some of them. He has tried really new things. New.

That he liked a lot. We have been able to teach the kids new things, too.

And they taught us a few.

I am on what I now know is a tangent.

Today I am officially starting my new job. My old school district was really nice, and I wrapped things up early.

Wait, did I mention we were all learning to fly, and Bob had delivered two space planes to our house? A big one and a small one. I'm told that the small one is also a submarine and that it can do something called a jump.

They said it could jump to other planets. I'm sure they were kidding.

They were kidding. Right?

I asked why we got two planes. He said Morgon liked us. Morgon. Who is both of our bosses. At 9. We made sure to thank Bob. How do you thank a king for all he has done?

In my case, I started with a blowjob. Started.

Oh it got better. Drexel has things to learn. Bob is amazing. Seriously amazing.

Back to my post. I am sitting in my new office. Morgon encouraged me to journal. Ok. I guess.

Today we were starting interviews. Morgon had failed to mention I wasn't just the principal of a high school or an elementary school. I'm the President of the school.

Including the university. I am also a professor. Teaching is my real love but come on. This job. Yay!

It is a good thing we have a university because both Meyer and Tulsi were going to be taking college classes already. Tulsi is in the 10th grade and Meyer is in the 11th grade. All that is wonderful but last week Tulsi was in third grade and Meyer was in fourth grade.

I read everything ever published about their schools. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Fuck'em. This is working.

But hot damn the school is incredible. Ignoring how advanced the kids are, which is hard to do, the facilities are world class.

That's not even fair. I graduated from Harvard. A crappy little underwhelming school in Cambridge. At least you would come to that conclusion if you compared facilities. Well, I'll bet that's not even true anymore now that it is Dionysus Harvard. Do you know what the first thing they did was? They took the entire endowment and gave it back, with profits. Seriously. They found everyone that donated or their heirs and gave them their money. I had donated and got a check for over $40,000. I didn't donate that much. They paid interest. Generous interest. I already knew I liked Dionysus. Then again, the sex is one hell of a bonus.

Back on topic. My biggest challenge is that I need more people. Every single role. Administration. Teachers. Professors. Maintenance.

Everything. We are starting from scratch and it is a huge school. Morgon suggested I interview for the Lafayette Square school too since it would be open soon and would be mine too. She said I would get a raise when it opened. Given my current salary was seven freaking figures, I didn't follow why I would get a raise.

And the house and yacht.

Gifts.

I didn't even mention the magic jewelry or the cars.

Tulsi and Meyer are in driver's ed. In Robertville. They're staying with Orlando and Grace.

I said that like staying with royalty was normal for us.

Oh my god. It is now.

And to think they had to argue with me to ride around the neighborhood alone that day. Now they're learning to drive and fly space planes. Which according to the journal is entirely normal.

Have you seen my office? It is a freaking palace.

I seem to be wandering. I'm actually waiting for Morgon's boss Pari. Wait, an incredibly beautiful young woman walked in the door. This girl is stunning. Makes the room glow stunning.

"Hi, I'm Pari," she said, sticking out her hand. I finally shook myself out of my daze and shook it.

"Sorry, I was in a little bit of a daze there," I said. She gave me a smile that could power the sun. I've read all about someone named Ruby, but given Pari, I can't imagine anyone more beautiful.

"That's sweet of you. Thank you," said Pari. I just stood there with my jaw open. She smiled again.

"It will take a little getting used to," said Pari, but her lips didn't move. What the hell.

"Oh," said Pari, moving her actual mouth. "Sorry. I thought you'd read the entire journal. There are some private parts that you may not have yet. I guess I spilled the beans. Many of us can communicate without speaking. Please keep that to yourself." I kind of giggled. What the hell. Could they fly too?

Apparently yes. Pari just lifted about a foot in the air and floated over and landed on the couch. Landed? I don't know what else to say. She fucking floated.

"Mmm," said Pari. "Fucking. You are a beautiful woman. If there is an interest, I'd love to go down on you. Can but don't have to, remember?"

I have never gotten naked faster in my life. Then I sat back on the couch while this vision did a striptease for me. She had on a shirt with buttons and slowly unbuttoned it. Then she pushed it back on her shoulders and dropped it to the ground.

I moaned. I moaned a lot.

The she wiggled out of her skirt. Wiggled. No other way to say it. She was standing there before me, naked. Incredible puffies. Not much development down below except for a prominent clit. I finally got my wits back.

"I would love to go down on you as well," I said, firmly. I had to be bolder.

So we did. She went first and I am surprised I survived it. Her tongue, her fingers. She slid up my body and rubbed her puffies all over me. I know I passed out briefly.

Then I rolled her on the couch. I kissed her passionately and while we were kissing my hands roamed. Her hair, her neck, her nipples, her clit. I got her up and held her while we kissed, then I slid down her body and sucked her clit into my mouth.

I almost drowned.

"Do you mind if I fetch a couple cocks?" said Pari. Wow. Let's fetch some cocks.

"Alexa, please fetch two cocks," said Pari. I hadn't even noticed there was an Echo built into the ceiling.

"Do you have any preferences?" asked Alexa. The freaking speaker asked that.

"One extremely large. One ass cock," said Pari. Well that seemed nice.

"Your cocks have arrived," said Alexa, just as there was a knock on the door. Shit. We're both naked. I'm covered with her juices. Head to toe covered.

"Come in," shouted Pari. The door opened and a boy, probably 11 or so, and a tall, gorgeous woman walked in the door. The boy shut the door.

"I'm David," said the boy. "I've already cum once today, so let's not waste any." He pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts.

Holy shit. This young boy had an 11-inch (28 cm) thick cock. He smiled at us. Oh, uncut too. Hell, everyone in the room moaned.

"I'm 12," said David "Most people are curious. If my dad is my guide, I'm not done growing either." Then he made his cock bounce. Just then, the woman finished unbuttoning her dress and dropped it to the ground.

That is a perfect ass cock. It really is. A solid 7-inch (18 cm) cock, but thin.

The uplifted C cups are a treat too.

I walked over and took their hands and led them over. Pari was standing there holding a container of lube.

I don't know where she got the lube.

"Every desk in the school has a tube of lube," said Pari, smiling.

"Every desk?" I asked and she laughed.

"We encourage lube while they're learning," said Pari. Well that seemed like a good idea.

I just thought to myself that lube in the kid's desks was a great idea. The gorgeous woman laid back on the couch, with her cock in the air. The position in which we ended up was weird and wonderful. I admitted it was my first DP, which seemed to make everyone happy.

And I learned how special the tits and a cock experience can be.

And I met Juanita.


That was a long tangent

Morgon here. Again. Trying to take my post back. Now, let me recap. Max is still sad about Martan but learning to deal with it.

And we're married. I suppose we should chat about living arrangements. We don't live together. Well, I guess we do now. Do I commute from Robertville? Does he move to Indianapolis? A week here, a week there? I travel a ton. Would he even want to come along?

I suppose most couples have these conversations before the wedding. Then again, they probably don't get married the day of the proposal.

Most of them probably aren't 9 years old either.

Right now I'm on the space station with my love. He's smiling more, cries less, and knows his brother saved the world. Right now we're lying on the big bed in the master bedroom, looking out the giant window at Earth. We were both naked and snuggled together. You can imagine what we just finished.

"That was so amazing. Making love to my gorgeous wife with the Earth in the background," said Max. He's so romantic.

"But we need cum. Actual cum. We need to go out and find cum," he said. Well that escalated quickly. Then again, I loved the idea. We both hopped out of the bed and headed down the corridor to the giant common room. We walked in holding hands and some people's heads swiveled. Well we were still naked and we're kind of cute. We also had that nice recently fucked glow. Max climbed up on a table.

"Hi," said Max. "I'm Max and this is my wife, Morgon. We need cum. We're looking for three cocks to join us in our suite where we will both drain you dry. If you have a partner or partners, or just someone with whom you are traveling, bring them along. We like everyone."

Max appeared to have started a stampede and he'd forgotten an important point. We were favoring younger tonight. No reason, now that I am 9, but the mood.

Mood.

He hopped back up on the table

"Oops, sorry, sorry," said Max. "A pretty important point. Everyone in your group has to be under 18." A good three-quarters of the people drifted away leaving an incredible group of sexy younger people. An adorable young woman spoke up.

"You're married and you're 9?" said the girl. I didn't answer. I walked over, put my arms around the girl, and pulled her in for a kiss. One hell of a kiss. We both came up for air panting. My face was mere inches from hers.

"Yes," I said, "married," letting her go. While they were making out, I surveyed the group that was left. There were six boys, seven girls, one FtM transgender boy and two MtF transgender girls. Sixteen, including eight cocks.

Perfect. We invited them all back.

"Won't it be pretty cramped?" asked the same girl.

"Nope," I said, over my shoulder. We went down the hall and I opened the locked door. I had my earrings on, you know. There was quite a buzz because they all knew this was the royal apartment.

Well sure. It was our honeymoon. We had it to ourselves.

Not at the moment. And I don't mean just the kids. I actually didn't sign up more than just the Master suite. Which means that other people had come to visit.

You know. This is a story for another entry.


Studying should be a bitch

My first night and I'm postin' in the journal. I'm learning a lot, really fast, and it is a little overwhelming. Do you know that Luke casually mentioned that the plane they brought could jump to other planets? Oh, this is Mindy. New York. Not Indy.

Other fucking planets. He suggested we spend the weekend on Nibiru, the first planet they had begun building out.

Well sure. My newly discovered 9-year-old brother-in-law, who is the father of my beautiful niece, and also their UN ambassador, suggested we jump in his space plane to another planet.

For the weekend.

On a related and truly ridiculous side note, I start medical school next week and live in a $22 million mansion that my long-lost sister bought for my husband and me. Said husband is now a stay-at-home dad and my sister's nanny. No, I didn't apply and take the MCAT. She enrolled me because she bought NYU, including the medical school, and was now the president of the medical school and a med student. Oh, and she casually mentioned she thought she would invest several billion to improve the facilities of what has long been considered a world-class facility.

Did I miss anything? Anything?

Oh yes. Cassie is an actual princess. Hey, do I get to be a princess? I don't think so. She's a princess by marriage. At 13. To her 9-year-old husband. Who is a prince. But adopted. Because he is really the nephew of the king but not anymore because they adopted him and his twin brother and sister.

And Prince Orlando and Princesses Morgan and Leslie. Oops, can't forget Chris.

This LSD is pretty special.

No LSD?

Oh.

Forty-eight hours ago I was an exhausted stay-at-home mom in Jersey.

You know what absolutely blows me away? Cassie and Luke seem to be completely unaffected by all this. Not just meeting me and moving here. By it all. They both told us their stories and they were horrible. Luke's situation was bad enough but fuck, our mom sold my 6-year-old sister into the sex trade.

She fucking sold my sister. So much for she used to be a good mom. You don't get to come back from selling your fucking daughter into the sex trade.

But Cassie is handling it. She owns NYU and doesn't seem to think that is a big deal. She mentioned her friend Belen is 12 and owns the largest car manufacturer in the world. Ruby owns Inditex and is the chairwoman of Costco and Target. I think she said Ruby is 14. She promised to introduce us to Ruby.

Then she freaking moaned. I have got to meet a young woman that made my sister moan when she just spoke her name. I wished someone in the world moaned when they mentioned my name. Don't get me wrong, Mark is amazing, but that's a pretty high bar, don't you think?

As I ramble with my thumbs.

Cassie just called me into the kitchen. Our kitchen. In our freaking mansion. I need to calm down. I walked into the kitchen and she had stacks and stacks of textbooks on the table. Dozens of them. I walked up and there looked to be two complete sets, but this had to be more than one semester. I hope. I fucking hope.

"What are all these?" I asked. "Please tell me these are not all from this semester." Cassie laughed.

"No, no," she said, still laughing. "These are all the textbooks for our entire medical school program. Start to finish. We're going to read them tonight."

I am pretty confident I stared at her. I probably looked a lot like Mark, who was staring at her. Luke was just standing there with a half-smile and half smirk on his face. It is a pretty common face when Cassie is speaking. Their love is incredible. Much like Mark and mine.

But do you know what is completely insane? I mean completely?

I believe her. I don't know how or why I believe, but I do. She pointed to the chair and she handed me a textbook. She picked up the other copy of the same book.

"OK, I can't completely explain how this works, but it does. You have to sincerely believe that it does, or it won't work. I don't even know what to tell you to do. It's a little different for every person." With that, she opened the book and focused on the page. As fast as she could, she used two hands to flip the pages. It was a blur. Just flying. As soon as a page settled, she flipped it, all the time staring at the page. It took her about ten minutes. It's a big textbook.

She closed the book and took a deep breath. She had the freaking weirdest look and then settled down.

"OK," she said. "Ask me a question from the book. Just flip to a random page and ask me."

I did. All over the book. A dozen questions. Not only could she answer the question, but she also quoted the book. Word for word. In one paragraph there was a grammatical error and she quoted it back with the error.

"Sorry, I know that was grammatically incorrect, but that's what was written," she said.

"You memorized the book in under 10 minutes. Every page of the text," I said. She laughed.

"Yes, but I memorized the index too," she said. "I don't know why, but that's important. If you don't, you'll remember it, but it won't stick, and you won't know it tomorrow. Always look at the index."

"You say look, rather than read," I said.

"I don't read anything. I absorb it. I think the differences between people are more mechanical. How they choose to turn the page. I really practiced and found a motion that I could move the pages. Speed appears to have no effect. I could quote you a physics book from college," she said.

A physics book. From college. Well sure because she is going into medical school.

But I was game. What was the loss? Ten minutes of my life. She showed me her technique. My hands couldn't fly at her pace, but I got the hang of it. The book took me fifteen minutes. But it was all bullshit. I don't remember shit.

Cassie laughed.

"You don't think you absorbed anything. You think this is all crap," said Cassie. "Trust me, that's what we all thought." She picked up the book. She flipped to random pages and asked me a question. I got them all right. I actually saw the page in my head and just read it out. I saw it. Mark walked back up and she handed him the book. He'd gone off to check on the babies. He had already taken total control of them both. Except breast feeding.

Both men like to watch. Sometimes we finish with them having a little drink. Sometimes they trade.

Then we all fuck. Repeatedly. Our lives are complicated and crazy on a foundation of fun. Oh I'm telling Bob that one when I meet him. A foundation of fun. Yes, I've read all about Bob's jokes.

"Ask her anything. Any page. Any topic," said Cassie. He flipped midway through the book and asked a question. He just stared at me but did a few more.

"You read me the book. Word for word. How? How could you memorize a book? We hadn't even met them 5 days ago," said Mark. Cassie laughed again.

"I handed her the book less than twenty minutes ago," said Cassie. She handed me another book and held up two fingers. My second book. Mark watched, mesmerized, as I flipped. I was getting faster, and the book was a little shorter. Under 10 minutes. Then I handed him the book. Every page. Word for word.

We sat there for over two hours. Flipping. We both got faster, and it became kind of a contest. I could feel the information absorbing when I finished a book. That was the look I saw on Cassie. You can feel it.

We read them all. I could answer the questions of a med student in their last year. All of them. It wasn't just rote, although I could see it. I understood it. I understood it all and how it interconnected. I had a weird question about two things that crossed across books and shared it with Cassie. She asked me the books and page numbers.

Which I could answer. Crazy.

"Wait," said Cassie. "I follow your thinking. You think this could be an alternative treatment. For ovarian cancer. Wait, no, you think this is a cure."

"I do," I said. I walked her through my thinking.

"Fuck," she said. She pulled out her phone and sent a text. It was morning here, which she said was good. She said someone would join us shortly. Apparently, once the deal closed on the university, space plane parking became more plentiful. Cassie also mentioned that each of the three houses could hold a plane on the roof.

"How could you know that?" asked Mark. "It's not like you've done a structural analysis."

"Didn't need one," said Luke. "The plane never actually lands. It hovers exactly where it needs to for the stairs to deploy. Then it stays there for as long as it needs to. It hovers. Forever," said Luke. "We'll come back to that." He pointed out the window and the sky had darkened. As dark as night. He led us out of the kitchen and picked up Lindy. Mark picked up Lucas. Luke led us outside and pointed up.

Holy fuck. There was a plane that was bigger than all three houses. It was enormous. I've seen a 747. This plane could eat 747s for breakfast. It was fucking huge. Just then a door opened in the bottom of the plane and someone plummeted out of the hole. Oh fuck.

Then she settled down on the sidewalk next to us. The hole closed and the plane took off.

"Sorry," said the young woman. "It's all that I had handy at the moment."

"What the hell was that?" asked Mark.

"A C-112," said Luke. "They're pretty big."

Um, yeah. We did the introductions, and the young woman was Elena, who is also a princess because she is Sophia's daughter but used to be her sister and her mom married Morgan who was adopted by Bob and Amy.

Well of course.

Elena also owns the largest collection of hospitals in the world. Thousands of them. Luke mentioned that might not have been in the journal yet.

Did I mention she is 14 and sexy AF? I mean seriously so. I'd seen pictures of Sophia. Think Sophia, but slightly smaller. The fact that she was in a little romper that was way too small, pretty sheer, and not wearing any underwear, anywhere, was just a nice bonus for us all. The kisses that Elena got from Luke and Cassie were impressive too. Right there on the street.

I suspected I knew what would happen inside. Or maybe I was hopeful. I could tell by Mark's shorts that he was hopeful too. Elena is gorgeous. I don't blame him.

We went inside and before we did anything Elena did something with her watch.

"Everybody like Thai food?" she asked. Heck yes.

"Can we move the books so we can eat?" asked Elena. We all agreed, and Mark and I walked over to start moving the books. Before we could, they all floated off the table and arranged themselves on the counter.

I have reached the point where that didn't seem to be all that unusual. Elena finished something on her watch and then walked over and looked at the stacks of books.

"Oh, there is a new edition," she said, picking up a third yearbook and proceeding to open it. She didn't flip the pages. The pages flipped themselves. Fast. Really fast. As in under a minute fast.

"Why the fuck didn't I think of that?" said Cassie. Well sure. Self-flipping books are handy.

"That is such a rip off. They reordered two chapters so they could call it a new edition and make a whole series obsolete. Not a word of the text changed," said Elena. She pulled out her phone and sent a message.

"I thought 60 Minutes might like the tip," said Elena. "I promised to find more examples too."

"Did you two notice the correlation?" said Elena, rattling off exactly what I found. Cassie smiled.

"That's why you had me come," said Elena. "It's revolutionary. Do you see what happens if you make this change?" She rattled off a really technical change to the work.

I freaking understood it. I don't know how, but I did. Wait.

"That cures all cancers," I said. Cassie and Elena smiled at me and both nodded.

"We just cured cancer?" I asked.

"Probably," said Elena. "Let's eat and fuck and then talk about it some more." She turned around towards the table, which was somehow covered with Thai takeout.

"When did that get dropped off? I didn't hear the doorbell ring," said Mark. Elena walked over and looked at all the food.

"Crap, they forgot my favorite sauce. They know better," said Elena. She did something on her watch again.

There are now sauce packets on the table. They just freaking appeared.

"Wow, that's doing a lot better," said Cassie. "Is it close to production?"

"I think so. That's a Rylee question," said Elena. Then Elena, Luke, and Cassie moaned.

"I must meet Rylee," I said. Then they freaking moaned again. Elena laughed. She closed her eyes for a moment.

"OK," said Elena. "She'll be here soon but wants more Thai food and said she was with Bob and Lawrence and was bringing them both."

"So you telepathically spoke to Rylee and she's bringing Bob and Lawrence," said Mark. "Sure, sure. King Bob, I assume?"

"Yep," said Elena.

"I was kidding!" said Mark. Elena just shrugged.

"He's fun," said Elena. "You'll both enjoy him." Then she and Cassie moaned, but Luke's was the deepest. He laughed.

"He is fun," said Luke.

"Fun," said Mark. "He's your dad, right?"

"Fun," said Luke again, smiling.

I happened to be looking out the window just as three people fell through my view. Fell.

"Oh good," said Elena. "They're here, I'm hungry." I turned back to the table and there had to be at least double the amount of containers.

Take out seems to be easy.

The door opened and in came three people. I recognized King Bob, of course, but hot damn. Lawrence was a nerdy stud. I like nerdy studs. So does Mark.

But Rylee. Good God, Rylee. We watched and they stripped. Right there.

I guess we were naked too. I'm pretty sure I still have cum in my hair.

Oh, and a touch on my cheek. King Bob walked over and wiped his finger across my cheek. As he pulled his finger away, I saw the big glop of cum.

Which he stuck in his mouth and swallowed.

"Yum," he said. "Yours?" to Mark, who smiled and nodded.

"Oh good," said King Bob. "We'll need more of that. And it is just Bob. Just Bob."

"OK, Just Bob," I said. Bob started laughing and then we all did. It was really stupid, and we couldn't stop laughing.

"I'm remembering that one," said Bob. "That was awesome."

"It was stupid as hell," I said.

"Exactly," he said, smiling. So I told him about foundations of fun.

We finally did the actual introductions.

Then we fucked our brains out. Bob made a point of rewarding me for my help. Lawrence joined in. Rylee used it as a teaching moment and was showing Mark all the new things he needed to learn. I love that they were on their knees, on each side of me, watching closely. Rylee was narrating. Then she suggested that Mark could see just as well if he were fucking her doggy style.

Life has improved.

Should I mention that Bob, Lawrence, Mark, and Rylee all fucked me? All were incredible in different ways, but riding cowgirl on Rylee, with a simply enormous double-ended dildo was amazing. Do you know what was even more amazing?

When Bob bent me over and fucked me in the ass. Rylee in the front, Bob in the back. Oh it gets better.

I spent forever in a 69 with Elena. Her skills.

Damn.


Study night was fun

But we got to bed at a decent hour. Our classes start early. Somehow I ended up in bed with Rylee and Bob. I have no idea where Mark is.

He told me this morning he and Lawrence were together. They came out in the morning smiling, naked, and sticky.

I think it went well. We left Bob, Lawrence, and Mark at the house with Rylee. Luke was off to work with Lindy. It was her daycare day. It just happened to fall on his first day. I know he'll tell that story.

I hope the men survive. Rylee.

Oh, I get their moans now. I just rolled through a small orgasm from typing Rylee.

Oh, that one was stronger.

Rylee, Rylee, Rylee.

Excuse me while I change my panties. These are soaked.

Rylee. OK, one more time before I put on the fresh ones. I don't know how Cassie goes commando so much. I'd be dripping down my leg all day long.

Let's focus, Mindy.

Cassie had warned me to play stupid. Not really, but outing ourselves as ready to finish the program on the first day might be a bit much. They were rolling out the self-paced curriculum with this class, which was fast, given Cassie had just bought it.

They get shit done. Right now we were heading into the big lecture hall. It was packed. This was a big class of about 120 students. We found a spot kind of up high. Octavia was in the row right in front of us. Our goal was to blend in. There was a seat next to Cassie and at the last minute a blur came and sat down. That girl was moving.

"Sorry, running late on my first day," she said. "I underestimated the number of planes in the lot." OK, we both stared, particularly given she was young. OK, I stared. It didn't seem to even startle Cassie. Then again she is 13.

This shit is weird. My sister is in med school with me.

"I'm Mila. I'm 10," said Mila. "I figured I'd start there."

"Where did you fly in from?" asked Cassie.

"Berlin," she said. "Long story. I was supposed to start school there, but there was a complete mix up, entirely my fault. They offered me this slot about 35 minutes ago."

Well. I see why she was running late.

"Are you going to commute?" asked Cassie. Good question.

"God, I hope not," said Mila. "That would kill me. I'll have to until I find a place."

Before I could jump in, Cassie did. It's not like we didn't have the room and given she flew a space plane in from Berlin, I was pretty confident she'd fit right in.

"No worries," said Cassie. "You can come live with us for now. We're next door neighbors and have plenty of room. I'm Cassie and this is Mindy." Her eyes got big.

"You're Princess Cassie?" she asked, and Cassie laughed.

"No, but I get that a lot. I'm told we even look a lot alike," said Cassie. Mila calmed down a little.

"You know she's full of shit and she is that Cassie, right?" I said. "She's also my sister."

"Sister? Princess Cassie doesn't have a sister," said Mila.

"You're a few days behind, Mila," said Cassie. Literally. A few days. Fucking nuts.

"Well, I couldn't impose," said Mila. Cassie's face brightened.

"Why didn't you sign up a room? There's more than one place," said Cassie. "You have the app."

"That felt presumptuous," said Mila. Cassie rolled her eyes.

"Stop it," said Cassie. "Just stop it. We're freaking normal and hate it when we're not."

This is where I tell you the crazy things that happened on our first day, but I can't. Everything went well.

I will add that Mila is very fun. We'll come back to that.


Fuck that

I want to tell my story. I'm Mila. This whole situation is insane. I ended up at NYU because of my own stupidity and the details aren't important. I borrowed a space plane for the first week, but I've got to stay here. This is too tough without being here. The right answer is to move in with Mindy and Cassie, but it feels so presumptuous.

"It is not presumptuous," said a voice. In my head.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a fairy and can speak to you in your head," said the voice. "This is Cassie. Get used to it. Most of us can do it. I've already arranged movers to bring your stuff. We've setup a room in the middle house. It's a nice one, on the top floor. It's a little apartment. Get your ass back in that plane and come here."

Did I mention I am in Berlin and Cassie is in NYC? I grabbed my phone and texted Cassie.

The weirdest thing just happened

I got an immediate reply.

I said get your ass in that plane

OK then. What would you do in this situation?

I got my ass back in that plane. It's only 1800 in NYC. Later here, but I had class in New York today, so I'm living on New York time. It's a really short flight. They're all really short flights. She told me to get out on the roof of the middle house and gave me the address. I wasn't quite following the whole middle house thing until I got there, and it was a brownstone and the middle of three. It is freaking nice. I mean nicer than anything I've seen. I landed and dropped the stairs and Cassie, and Mindy were both waiting for me. They both hugged me.

They give good hugs.

Cassie hit her watch and the plane door closed and took off empty.

"It's a Berlin pool plane," said Cassie. "You can use planes here. There are always a couple on the roof." I had noticed when I landed that the two houses on each side also had a space plane.

"They let you use their roof?" I said, pointing at each of them. They both laughed.

"That house is mine," said Cassie.

"And that one is mine," said Mindy, pointing at the other one.

"This one," said Cassie, pointing down. "Is the guest house. The apartment of which is now yours. Come on." She took my hand and led me over to a door. She opened it and there was a staircase. As you stepped through the door, there was a small elevator to the left as well.

She bounded down the stairs and I had to move quickly to keep up. Yes, bounded and it is quite descriptive. Fun to watch too. Cassie is in a tight little romper. Her nipples must have leaked because those spots in her romper were both wet and transparent.

I think I am going to like it here.

We got down to the top floor and she showed me around. It's basically a very nice one-bedroom apartment. In their house. The guest house.

"I do warn you," said Cassie. "We have 13 empty bedrooms and New York is popular. Anyone in the inner circle can sign up an empty room whenever they want. That means that there will be naked people all over, almost all the time, and there will be lots and lots of public fucking. Which you'd be welcome to join."

"So," I said. "The catch to the free apartment is that there might be a dozen or more naked members of the Dionysus inner circle that would have unlimited sex with me whenever I want. Obviously including the royal family."

"Yes," they both said. Then Cassie said jinx and I watched them make out and vibrate through orgasms. Multiple orgasms. They finally came up for air.

"Jinx," I said, ever hopeful. They laughed and damn near attacked me. Somehow we ended up on the carpet, naked. I'm on my knees, over Mindy, and we're licking each other. Cassie is pounding me with a double-ended dildo. We're all just riding orgasms. Continuous orgasms.

That's when five people walked in. A man in his twenties, I'd guess. Another couple that I think are brother and sister. And young. And smoking.

And Prince Luke. The part that I think I like is that they all started getting undressed.

"This is Mila," gasped Cassie. "She's moving into the apartment."

"Great," said Luke. "Since it is your place, are you OK with us joining in?"

I think the word yes that I just shouted was about forty syllables long. It was one hell of an orgasm. Cassie waved Prince Luke over. Cassie pulled out.

"Do I have your permission?" asked Luke.

"Oh yeah," I said. He slid right in. I met Nicolo while I was bouncing on him cowgirl and Mark when he bent me over onto Nicolo for DP.

Eventually the men wore out and I got to know Cassie and Mindy better.

Nova too.

Finally we all were just sitting on the floor.

"You know," I said. "None of this is remotely believable."

That's when Leslie and Hallie walked in, with Tomas.

And no, I didn't get that wrong. Moments later, Hunter and Ruby came in.

"We heard there was a christening," said Hallie.

And then they taught me what that meant. It was a lab class. Let me tell you, getting fucked by Tomas, followed by Hunter was amazing, but by then Nicolo, Mark, and Luke had recovered. Something about me getting everyone's focus tonight. Hell, it all got a little fuzzy.

Should I mention that I woke up in the morning snuggling with Sophia? Don't have any idea why.

Took advantage of the situation.

Then I introduced myself. Priorities, right?


My name is Octavia

Anna Maria and I got invited over for Saturday afternoon lunch. They said they picked lunch because they know Saturday night is a big night at the restaurant. Luke had a talk with both of us that he called can but don't have to. I think he was concerned I was grieving and would be offended.

I am grieving, but I will not be offended. We like sex. We knew that Anna Maria was sexually active at a young age, and we made sure she was making good choices. No, we never played with her.

Well, that isn't quite true anymore. Our home is a consulate now.

We're usually in bed together.

I guess I am not as public a person, because I am not going to write about all the amazing sex we had all afternoon. Which we did. We had a great lunch with a lot of fun people, including the King and Queen, who insisted they're just Amy and Bob.

They did show us how friendly they are.

Repeatedly.

Our situation sucked and now it sucks less. We still miss him, but he died doing the right thing. Then Luke found us and we're safe.

And sexually satisfied.



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Character information

Name Chapters Age Description when introduced Stats when introduced
Bob All 28 Dad 6'2" (188 cm) - Swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) cut average cock
Amy All 26 Mom (and the Nanny, to start) 5'1" (155 cm) - Bright red hair, C cup
Morgan All 20 The oldest of the new kids 5'5" (165 cm) - Dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
Orlando All 18 The middle child and the only boy 5'0" (152 cm) -- Dirty blonde, 6-inch (15 cm) cut thick cock
Leslie All 16 The youngest 4'6" (137 cm) -- Brown hair, flat-chested
Chris 6,8,11,14-152 16 Boat sales person but becomes more 4'11" (150 cm) -- Slim, glorious puffy nipples
Hunter 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,36,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-86,90-91,93-94,96,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,114-117,121-123,129,132,134-136,138-140,142-144,146-148,150-152 16 Leslie's new friend 5'0" (152 cm) - cute as hell, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Hallie 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-64,66,69,71-74,76,79-85,89-91,93-94,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,115-117,121-123,132,134-136,138-140,143,146-148,150-152 16 Hunter's twin sister 4'8" (142 cm) - small A cup
Juanita 3,6-10,12,14-21,23-29,31-34,37,39,41,63,67,70,73-74,79,81-82,85,87,89-90,95,99-101,105,110-111,115,123,125,128,130,136-137,140,145,147-149,152 34 Family personal trainer and more 5'9" (175 cm) - athletic, petite, D cup, 5-inch (13 cm) cock
Ruby 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-47,49-58,61,63-74,76-93,95,95-96,98-132,134,136,138,140-141,144-152 14 Juanita's sister 4'11" (150 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, sexy, flat
Sophia 7,8-9,14-19,23-24,27,29-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-119,121,123-126,128,132,135-136,138-143,145,147,149-152 23 New Italian friend and Goddess 5'7" (170 cm) - stunning, simply stunning, B cup
Elena 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,30-31,34,36-40,42-47,51-52,54,56-58,60-63,65-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-82,87,95-96,101,104,106-107,111-116,118,125-126,128,130,132,139,142-143,149-150,152 14 Sophia's daughter 4'5" (135 cm) - sexy AF
Noah 17,18,24,27-28,31-34,36-37,39,41,43-44,46,48,51,57,63-66,69,71,73-74,76,79-82,84-85,87,90-92,95-98,101-102,107,109,114,116-117,119,121,130,135-139,148-152 16 Chris' new friend 5'7" (170 cm) - thin, 5-inch (13 cm) average cock. Big balls
Rylee 18,27,32,36-39,48,52,56-58,60-63,66,69,71-74,76-77,81-85,89-93,96,99-102,105-112,118-119,122,125,127-129,131-132,140,143,146-149,151-152 16 Cheerleader with Leslie and Chris 5'4" (163 cm) - sexy AF, B cup
Grace 23,29-30,36,38,43-44,48,50,54-57,63-77,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-93,95-102,104-105,107,110,112-115,117-120,126,129,132,134-136,138-140,143,145,148,150,152 19 Just Grace  
Nicolo 24,27,32,34,36,39,41,50,75,87,92,99-101,135,145,147,152 12 Freja and Aldo's son 4'6" (137 cm) -- 3-inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Nova 24,27,29,32-34,36,39,41,50,75,87,92,99,101,135,145,147,152 11 Freja and Aldo's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) - flat
Bill 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,94-96,99,102,104-105,107,109-112,114-116,118-123,125-130,132,134-136,138-141,144-152 5 Bob and Amy's son  
Jessica 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,93-96,99-100,102,104-105,107-112,114-116,118-132,134-141,144-152 5 Bob and Amy's daughter  
Cara 45,47-48,88,137,152 Thirties Head of the Police force 5'5" (165 cm) - weightlifter, strong, great looking, A cup
Cael 45,47-48,137,152 Thirties Cara's husband and police training officer 5'9" (175 cm) - weightlifter too, also great looking, 7-inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Bailey 45,47-48,88,137,152 19 Cara and Cael's son 5'11" (180 cm) - taller than his Dad, works out, 8-inch (20 cm) very thick uncut cock
Casey 45,47-48,137,152 18 Cara and Cael's daughter 5'6" (168 cm) - red hair, smoking hot, looked a lot like Amy (but taller), C to D cup
Gilroy 45,46-48,88,137,152 15 Cara and Cael's son 5'7" (170 cm) - close to his Dad's twin, 6-inch (15 cm) thick uncut cock
Kaleigh 45,46-48,137,152 15 Cara and Cael's daughter 5'3" (160 cm) - sweet, funny, cute, A cup
Max 45,46-48,52,62,68,72-73,75-76,89-90,93,97,110,115,117,135-137,152 11 Cara and Cael's son 4'6" (137 cm) - cute, funny, impossible to tell from his twin, 3-inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Martan 45,46-48,52,62,68,72-73,75-76,89-90,93,97,110,115,117,135-137,152 11 Cara and Cael's son 4'6" (137 cm) - cute, funny, impossible to tell from his twin, 3-inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Tomas 46,52,55-57,61,63,66-76,78-87,89-90,92-96,98-99,101-110,112,115-117,119-121,124-125,128-130,134,136,138-140,142,144,146,148-150,152 14 Vincente's son 5'4" (163 cm) - Also Cute AF, sexy, and skilled. 6-inch (15 cm) thick uncut cock
Pari 48,49,62,65,68-70,74,77-78,80-81,83,86-95,97-115,117-130,132-141,143-144,146-152 12 Alea and Sargon's daughter 4'10" (147 cm) - cute, sexy, breast bumps
TJ 62,98,152 15 Sick boy in the Indianapolis hospital 5'2" (157 cm) - Sick, very sick
Morgon 62,75,86-88,93,97-101,103,107,110,114-115,119,122,126-127,130,132,135,137-140,144-145,147,149,152 9 TJ's sister 3'8" (112 cm) - Adorable and outgoing
Tam 62,75,86-87,101,145,147,152 Forties TJ's Dad 6'1" (185 cm) - Average but distinguished, 6-inch (15 cm) cock
Alice 62,75,86-87,121,147,152 Forties TJ's Mom 5'3" (160 cm) - Mom bod, but rocked it, D cup
Lawrence 65,73,82-83,86-87,93,96,99-100,103,107,112,114,122,125,128,133,135,137,142,144,146-149,152 Thirties Chief Engineer on Vino for all things 6'5" (195 cm) - Light brown hair, tall, a true nerd, 8-inch (20 cm) thick cock
Cassie 67,68,70,73,81,86-87,90,92-93,95-96,99,101-102,104-110,112,115,117,119,123,127-130,132,135,139-140,142,144-152 13 Homeless girl from New York. Kevin's friend 4'11" (150 cm) - thin, adorable, A cup
Belen 71,78,82,86,89-90,93,100,103,107-108,112-114,119,122,124-126,130,135,140,144,147-148,150-152 12 Car museum program director 4'6" (137 cm) - Dark blonde hair, cute, nipple bumps
Luke 80,81,86-87,90,92-96,99-102,104-110,112,117,119,123,126-130,135,140,142,144-146,146-152 9 The new brother 4'4" (132 cm) - Sandy brown hair, thin, cute, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Nylah 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132,135-140,144-147,149-152 7 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Leslie
Colby 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132,135-141,144-145,147,149-152 7 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Orlando
Lindy 149,151-152 0 Luke and Cassie's baby
Mark 151,152 33 New York realtor for Luke and Cassie 6'2" (188 cm) - Dark hair, wiry and fit, 7-inch (18 cm) uncut cock
Mindy 151,152 29 Cassie's sister and Mark's wife 5'6" (168 cm) - Dark blonde, fit, C cup
Lucas 151,152 0 Mindy and Mark's baby
Anna Maria 151,152 15 Restaurant manager 5'4" (163 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, gorgeous, B cup
Octavia 151,152 37 Anna Maria's mom and med school student 5'4" (163 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, also gorgeous, C cup
Meyer 152 11 Kids in Morgon's neighborhood in Indy 5'0" (152 cm) - Blonde, thin, funny, 7-inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Tulsi 152 10 Kids in Morgon's neighborhood in Indy and Meyer's sister 4'11" (150 cm) - Blonde, thin, outgoing, puffies
Glenda 152 36 Indy school President and Meyer and Tulsi's mom 5'5" (165 cm) - Blonde, trim, fit, C cup
Drexel 152 38 Pacer's head trainer, Glenda's husband, and Meyer and Tulsi's dad 6'3" (191 cm) - Blonde, very fit, 9-inch (23 cm) thick uncut cock
David 152 12 Student at Glenda's school 5'3" (160 cm) - Brown hair, average, 11-inch (28 cm) thick cock
Mila 152 10 Med school student from Berlin 4'11" (150 cm) - Blonde, thin, strong, puffies

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