13 December 2021

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I love email. If you give me a story line, I'll name a character after you. I really need ideas for fun situations. Get it?

Let's say 1,500. We're doing math now. Those 1,500 snippets result in at least 300 chapters. Likely closer to 400. Each chapter is around 75K, which means I've already written the equivalent of 78 chapters. I just have to finish them and put them together. That's why I am currently so far ahead. I took the earliest near finished snippets and did something radical.

I finished them. I am the worst at getting a snippet 95% done and then leaving it for months.

If you read this far, I'm surprised. You should jump to the story and have fun. Keep the ideas coming.

The new Avengers

This is fucking nuts. We're kids. I'm 12 and Madison is 14. We're supposed to be the leads in an entire new Avengers series. The first not based on the actual Marvel comics. There is an uproar because it isn't Stan's vision. You know, Stan Lee. It is sad that he won't be in the movie. Maybe they could use CGI. This is Lianna.

Or we could travel back in time and film his scene, but I think that's taboo. Too bad. We never got to meet him.

"I did," said Leslie. "It was such a big honor."

She has a smirk on her face. Surely she didn't. You know, sometimes you just drop it.

Right now, Leslie is in the jump seat and Madison is flying. I'm in the co-pilot seat mostly because it is an incredible view. We camped it up a bit. Remember the scene where we were wearing the wifebeaters? We're a little classier. Not a lot classier. We're wearing women's tank tops, with the spaghetti straps. Tight. Thin. Modestly sheer. In white.

With booty shorts. That's how we do meetings!

Little did I know where this would lead. OK, that's silly. It is where most of our meetings lead. You'll see.

Leslie is in the most adorable romper, but I'll bet you guessed that. Robert is the executive producer and Jon is directing, so we were meeting them at Robert's cottage at the studio. We arrived on time, so we saw the two of them walking up the sidewalk with a dude in a suit. They appeared to be arguing. Madison set us down on the grass, facing them. We're in our new S-88, which is pretty damn menacing looking. Remember, it's the sport plane, but quite well armed.

Think Star Wars fighter, but sexier and fiercer.

They all stopped and looked. The dude in the suit was standing there with his jaw on the ground. Robert and Jon are laughing.

I shouldn't have. I knew I shouldn't have.

But I did. I put the laser on his chest. You know. So cliche. A red dot, right over his heart. Robert pointed at it and the dude looked down.

And fainted.

Oops.

The funny thing is that the laser serves no real purpose. It's there so when someone has to be menacing they can be. Bob thinks it is hilarious and it was his idea, but I understand it has worked more than once.

I have no idea when, where, or why.

Leslie had the door down in a flash and ran over to check on the guy. Which was why he woke up with Leslie leaning over him, in a gauzy romper, with her tits right over his face.

I am pretty sure the moan isn't about his fainting. Then he looked a little left and there were my tits. Then to his right and there were Madison's tits.

We were just checking on him, but, you know, tits. Who doesn't like tits? Well, I guess some people don't, but I rarely meet them. Actually, I have never met anyone that does not like tits. Interesting.

I might need to focus, because now I'm just picturing tits I like. Leslie, of course. Amy. Ruby. Sophia. Amai.

Nobody said nice tits couldn't also have a cock.

Now I'm moaning. Focus.

Robert laughed, possibly at my moaning, and leaned over and held out his hand and pulled the guy to his feet. It probably wasn't good that the guy wore a tan suit. I don't know if that was pee or cum, but it was a pretty big wet spot. I'm guessing pee. The laser dot, you know.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have done that." Then I remembered.

"Hold up," I said. I ran back on the plane and opened the closet. Now I understand why there is a suit in the closet. A very nice suit. It came with the plane and we just don't ask questions anymore. If it was in the plane, it needed to be in the plane. I grabbed the hanger and checked the size. A 44 long with a C. The C means custom.

I'd bet a dollar it was going to fit flawlessly. I walked back out, holding the hanger.

"Here," I said. "You can change on the plane." Robert laughed.

"Did it come with the plane?" he asked, and I just smiled and nodded. He turned to suit guy. Hey, I don't know his name yet.

"It will fit, Tay," said Robert. "Just go in the cottage and change in the bathroom and meet us in the living room." Tay had looked at the label. You can tell.

"This is a custom fitted Timmy suit. Easily $25,000. You're saying you had this suit in your plane and it will fit me," he said to me.

I just smiled. He looked confused but took it into the cottage. The rest of us hugged, which is a bit time-consuming, so when we walked in the cottage, he was just coming out, wearing the suit.

Damn, it fit nice. Now, I'd much prefer him out of the suit.

Once I find out what they were arguing about.

"I don't understand the suit, but I still think the movie is a stupid idea," he said. Well, that's a fine introduction. Jon turned to us.

"Tay is an accountant. He reviews expenditures for our movies, and both doesn't believe our figures and thinks the idea is stupid," said Jon. "We need his approval to move forward."

Leslie snorted. Jon and Robert laughed. Tay looked just a little confused. Maybe because he couldn't take his eyes off our tits. Tight, thin, slightly sheer, and now with hard nipples.

It's kind of our look.

"Dude," said Robert. "The look you have on your face right now would be the look of every boy from 9 to 99 and damn near every girl."

"You're underestimating 5-year-old boys," said Leslie, laughing.

"And 5-year-old girls," said Madison.

Tay shook his head and came out of his daze.

"I will give you that, but you can't put them in a movie showing that much, um, that much, uh," said Tay, having trouble getting it out.

"Skin? Nipples? Tits?" said Madison. "Sexy. Powerful. What word were you looking for there, Tay?"

"I think it is tits," I said. "He likes our tits and thinks we can't show off our tits. Hell, we'd do it naked if we could." That's when I flashed him.

The dude faints a lot.

At least this time he didn't pee in his new suit.

"Let's go sit in the sun," said Leslie. She wouldn't.

She would. By the time we got out to the porch, she was lying back on a lounge.

Naked. She patted the spots next to her.

Now Madison and I are naked and on the lounge, too.

Robert and Jon fought for the chair that was at our feet. You know why. At one point, Jon ended up in the chair with Robert on his lap. They looked at each other for a second, clearly trying to decide whether that would be OK, but Robert reluctantly got up. Tay was just standing there to the side staring at us.

Tenting out his pants.

"We're all going to get arrested!" shouted Tay. I think it confused him that we all laughed, including Robert and Jon.

"Sit down, Tay," said Leslie, in a voice that made Tay immediately sit down. If only she had a crop in her hand. Tay might enjoy that.

Leslie slapped me on the arm for that thought, laughing.

"You were picturing her with a crop, weren't you?" said Jon. "I was." He added that in a throaty voice. You go, Jon. I've read the entry.

"Tay, did you miss a memo or two?" asked Leslie. "You know the studio changed hands, right?"

"I know we have a new owner," said Tay. Leslie turned to Robert.

"Didn't anyone send out a memo?" asked Leslie.

"Did you see anyone fucking on the front lawn when you landed?" asked Robert. The look on Tay's face was priceless.

"No," said Leslie, in a measured voice.

"Then a memo didn't go out, now did it?" asked Robert.

"Fu....having sex on the lawn?" said Tay.

Oh boy. Leslie was going to have fun.

"Would you like to fuck me, Tay?" asked Leslie. Tay turned red. As red as he could.

"What about Lianna and Madison?" asked Leslie. "Maybe the two of them together?" Tay moaned.

Oh.

"I am sorry, Tay," said Leslie. "I certainly didn't mean to make that happen, but there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Get dressed girls."

I had to hold in my laughter that all three of us bent over and gave them the maximum show we could.

Robert got up and ran off and came back with a box, addressed to Leslie.

>From Jessica.

"I'll bet this is timely," said Robert. Leslie opened it. Shorts and a DAU Polo, with underwear, socks, and a pair of Adidas.

They were all going to fit.

"Now, in our world, Tay," said Leslie. "You'd strip and change right here. We're not suggesting that, so you can go in and change, but this is Dionysus and we live a different life." She handed him the clothes, and he went inside and came back pretty quickly. Damn. Holy hell damn. He has nice legs and a classic V in a polo that might be a touch too tight.

He's freaking gorgeous.

"I am sorry, Tay," said Leslie. "I went too far, particularly in the world of entertainment, which was a microcosm of the #MeToo movement. The world is changing, and little outposts of Dionysus are popping up. In our country, we're all legal for you. In our country, we don't have meetings. We have meetings/orgies. We do. If this was in Robertville, we'd all meet, then we'd all fuck. Every combination of the six of us."

"Every combination?" he croaked.

"Every combination," replied Robert. Oh, that surprised me. Not that it was true, but that he'd say it. Which got me a wink.

Interesting.

"I've heard the rumors," said Tay, as he sat down. "Nice rumors." He kind of gathered himself.

"Perhaps we could discuss the movie?" he said. "I'm willing to concede the benefits of two young Avengers." OK, we all laughed.

"But the financials are off. You mention technology that clearly doesn't exist, meaning you'll need to use extensive CGI, but there is zero budget for that. The CGI costs alone would be north of $150 million for this many scenes and there is no way that can be profitable."

"No CGI," said Leslie. "None."

"Well that's not possible. It has scenes in a space station. It has scenes on the moon. It has a scene on another planet!," said Tay. "One of the space stations is supposed to look like Deep Space 9 and holds 200,000 people!"

"No CGI," said Leslie. "But one hell of a non-disclosure."

Tay sat back and was thoughtful for a moment.

"You're that far advanced," he said, quietly.

"Does he have a non-disclosure?" asked Leslie, of Robert. Robert smiled and nodded.

"Tay, are you afraid of heights?" asked Leslie. It was a weird non-sequitur, but I got it. So did Madison.

"No," said Tay. "I'm a glider pilot. I love it." Leslie nodded at me. Oh freaking goody. I stood up and walked over to Tay and motioned for him to stand up.

"OK, we're going to do a demonstration," I said. I turned around.

"You're going to need to hug me very tightly, from behind, and hold on," I said. He looked confused but moved forward and did it. I admit I moaned. Not only was his rock hard cock wedged in the crack of my ass, but he'd also misjudged our heights and firmly grabbed my tits. It took him a moment to realize it, and he lowered his hands a little.

I looked up at him.

"I am fine with the fact that you held my breasts," I said, making sure he understood. "I liked it, but I have to ask, was it an accident or opportunistic? Neither answer is wrong." He turned red again.

"It was an accident, but I liked it a lot," he said, softly.

"That, Tay," said Leslie. "Was simply the perfect answer. We value direct, but we can talk about that when you get back."

"Get back?" he asked, but the word back they didn't quite hear, because he was at about 1,000 feet, riding on my back. This would be really cool naked, with his cock inside me.

"What did you say?" he shouted. Can he?

"Can you hear me?" I thought to him.

"Yes, clearly," he shouted.

"You don't have to shout," I thought. "Just think what you would say."

"What is she talking about?" he thought.

"Perfect," I said. "I can read your thoughts."

"Huh?" he thought. Not very imaginative.

I reached down and one at a time moved his hands up a little.

You've got to have handles to hold on to, right?

I dropped down to a little under 400 feet, which kept me out of FAA space and put on some speed and ran us out over the ocean.

"We're 25 miles from the ocean. How the fuck fast are we going?" he thought. Oh don't do that. Don't tempt me. I sped up and held us just a bit as we created the corona when we broke the sound barrier. I ran us low and right over the water and the pressure wave kicked up pretty good size waves. We got caught in the spray, but it felt good.

"What the fuck was that?" he thought.

"That happens when you break the sound barrier," I thought.

"Well sure," he thought. I flew us around a bit and then took us back and landed. The four people that stayed behind started laughing and Madison pointed at me. I looked down. My shirt was soaked and completely transparent, except for two spots right over my breasts.

Shaped like a hand.

"Well, you need handles to hold on to," said Robert, laughing.

I just sat down, facing the sun, with my legs spread a bit. Facing Tay.

Did I mention my now transparent shorts? I give Tay credit though. He wasn't bashful about looking now.

"Hey," said Leslie. "Progress. You're enjoying the view." This time Tay laughed.

"Very much," said Tay. "That's impressive technology. All I can figure out is that it is built into the shoes?"

"It's not the shoes, Tay," said Robert. Jon was shaking his head no too. Jon turned and took a swing at Leslie. Leslie saw it coming and smiled and turned so his fist would hit her right in the nose.

Of course, it didn't. It bounced right off. Jon rubbed his hand.

"I should have pulled the punch a little more," said Jon, laughing and rubbing his bruised knuckles.

"So let me recap," said Tay. "Lianna can fly and read my mind and Leslie is invulnerable."

"There was no CGI in Ironwoman," said Leslie.

"But you jumped off a building and flew!" said Tay. "Ah. You can fly, too."

"I think you can too, Tay," I said. "Can we have a blunt conversation? It's going to focus on sex, but there is a reason. Jon and Robert understand why, but we can talk in private if you'd like. You don't have to answer the questions. It will just help me figure out if you have more powers."

"Powers. More powers," he said.

"OK, before I ask, we'll try an easy one," I said. "See the glass on the table?" I pointed and he nodded. I held my hand open, and the glass floated over to me and I caught it and set it down.

He just stared.

"I need you to believe this will work," I said. "Hold out your hand like I did and picture the glass in your hand. Focus only on that."

The glass slowly lifted up and wobbled a bit but floated over into Tay's hand. He looked around.

"Someone must have a remote control," he said. "It's a special effect."

"When did you first taste cum?" asked Leslie. That's quite a first question.

"I was 6," said Tay. "My older brother was 11. He liked me to jack him off and one day I tasted it. It wasn't too bad, so I licked it up and swallowed it. Then I gave my first blowjob. I gave him at least one blow job a day until he went off to college."

"Who was the girl?" asked Leslie.

"My sister. She was 9. I would go down on her and she loved it when I made her squirt and swallowed it. They would fuck, too, and I'd suck it all back out and swallow it," he said. "I've never told anyone before. Why am I telling you?"

"Because it isn't just safe to tell us, we think it is OK it happened," said Leslie. "You've spent your whole life trying to hide how smart you are. Things have happened over the years that you don't quite understand. I'll bet that you've levitated and have tried to convince yourself that you didn't. The first time was during an orgasm. Most of them have been."

Tay just looked at her.

"How did you know all that?" he asked.

"Because it is predictable outside our world," said Leslie. Suddenly Leslie got a funny look.

"Was it a mugging?" asked Leslie.

"A drive-by," said Tay, softly. I think it might be meaningful to the story to mention that Tay is black.

"Bounced right off, didn't it?" asked Leslie. What is she talking about?

Oh.

Tay just nodded.

"I want him in the movie," I said. Everyone turned and stared at me.

"We'll train him. He can be our mentor. He's just the right age. A little older. Dignified. Sexy as fuck," I said. "He's perfect."

Jon and Robert exchanged glances.

"It would be freaking perfect," said Jon.

"I'm not an actor," said Tay. I admit, we all laughed.

"We were extras," said Madison. "Jon asked us to do a little fun part. That turned into this. I'm picturing a costume kind of like a wrestling singlet."

Robert and Leslie laughed. I don't know why.

"You'll need a lot of training in that wrestling room," said Leslie. Oh. Well. Yeah.

"Take him up," said Leslie. "For a couple days. If he's interested."

God, I'd do that for sure. I turned to Tay.

"What she is suggesting is that I take you up to the space station for a couple days and let you experience space travel," I said. "Which is all well and good, but the space station is also a Gamma resort, which means I'm suggesting that we damn near kill ourselves fucking each other and anyone else that catches our fancy. Oh, with my sister, too."

"Why haven't you ever invited us on that trip?" whined Jon. Leslie laughed.

"Choose your team wisely. We'll have our wrap party there," said Leslie. Robert and Jon moaned.

I get it.

"How could I pass that up?" said Tay. "Oh wait, I think my wife might object."

"Then we won't tell her about how you held on," laughed Madison. I'd dried off, but the handprints were still a little visible.

"OK," said Leslie. "Or...we could talk to your wife and see if she'd like to go up with you two."

"My wife is from a very conservative family in Georgia. Very religious. There is no way," he said.

"She'll go," said Leslie, Madison, and me.

Leslie got out jinx first.

Which is why Tay got to see just a little more of our culture when the three of us made out. For a bit. And ended up naked again.

I think he liked it.

"What does your wife do?" asked Leslie.

"She's a nurse, but she took the day off. She's seven months pregnant and they're going to transition her off the floor," he said.

"She'll go," said everyone except Tay.

Jon proudly got it out first.

We kept it a little tamer, but not a lot tamer. The men kept their clothes on.

We're still naked.

Jon and Robert's kiss was extraordinary.

Finally, we all got dressed. Leslie stood up and her romper changed. The skort lengthened and the color changed to a dark purple. An opaque dark purple. Tay just stared.

"Yeah, our clothes are cool, too," she said. "Let's go."

She turned and walked back into the plane and Tay followed. I had to laugh that he was following and just ogling the hell out of her ass.

Leslie has an amazing ass.

I'll turn over the pen.

Seven months pregnant

Tay gave me the address and it was a long ass commute. When we got there, it was a tiny little house. Housing in California is crazy. There was enough room to land in the yard and driveway.

Barely. And the S-88 is small. This is Leslie, just to be clear.

We landed and the front door opened, and the most beautiful woman walked out the front door. I guess I assumed she would be black, but no, she's white.

"What are you doing home?" she asked, with the sexiest Southern accent. God. I think I am drooling. She walked over to me and bowed her head a little.

"What an honor, your highness," she said, and I laughed.

"It's just Leslie," I said. I stuck out my hand.

"Tay hasn't shared your name or the fact that you are incredibly gorgeous," I said. She laughed.

"I waddle when I walk. Not too gorgeous," she said.

"Well then," I said. "I have the perfect opportunity to prove you wrong. Let's go in and I'll lay it all out for you."

We went into their house, which was small but not only spotless but decorated just perfectly.

"I love your house. I dream of my home being decorated this well," I said. She just beamed.

"I'm embarrassed, but I don't know your name," I said. Tay got a little glare, then a quick laugh. I love their chemistry. She whipped her head around.

"I heard that," she said. "I haven't heard anyone since I was little. My cousin, Johnny. And my name is Emmie."

Oh this just keeps getting better. I looked at Tay and he nodded.

"Try it with each other. I think you both hid it," I said. I just waited but suddenly they both started laughing. She got up and walked over and sat right on his legs and gave him a big kiss.

"I knew we were soulmates," she said. She stayed right there and turned to me.

"I think you can help us, but more important, I think you can help our child," she said. "The rumors are that the more cum I consume, the smarter our child will be. Is that true?"

I usually don't answer that question, but in this case I will, with a simple one-word answer.

"Jessica," I said, and she laughed.

"I thought so!" she shouted. She turned to Tay.

"This is going to sound weird, and I hope you understand, but we need to very nicely ask Princess Leslie if we can spend a little time at a Gamma resort. We can't afford it, so I am hoping so much that she'll let us be a guest. I need cum and lots of it. Cum, cum, cum. It will help our child," she said to Tay.

Then they had a spirited conversation in their head. I could have listened but didn't. Finally, Emmie turned to me.

"I think he likes Lianna," she laughed. "I think we'd like Dionysus." Then they both laughed.

"Did you tell her the story of the whole day?" I asked. He nodded sheepishly.

"You didn't listen?" asked Emmie. "You have to be able to."

"No one will listen without permission," I said. "Let's go."

"We need to pack," said Tay.

"No," said Emmie and me. She got it out first, then walked over and sat on my legs and gave me one hell of a kiss. I moved her hands to my breasts, and she did the same to mine. I know what Mom liked, so I twisted. Hard.

She freaking exploded. I had to hold her to keep her from falling off my legs. She leaned into the hug and just vibrated.

"Damn," said Tay.

"You have to teach him that," said Emmie, laughing.

"He already knows it. He knows everything. So do you. You just didn't allow yourselves," I said.

No script, for sure

Madison here. No particular reason. We're shooting today. Our first day. Our merry band of powerful young people. The key to longevity and breadth of a movie universe is the cast. Who is going to appeal? Who is going to last? Who is young enough to carry their own brand for decades?

Sure, Lianna and I have a future ahead of us, but nothing like our cast mates. You see, Leslie, Robert, Lianna, and I sat around one day with Jon, the director, and brainstormed who we thought would be good in roles. Honestly, just young sexy powerful people that we'd like to see have fun.

OK, that is a surprisingly long list.

We were sitting outside on lounge chairs looking out over the Pacific Ocean. I guess that didn't narrow it down. San Diego. San Clemente island. Even Hawaii. Heck, Sydney.

Malibu. One of Bob's newer places. Damn, it is nice. There was a small crowd gathering. This happens occasionally, but as long as they're nice about it, we ignore it. I was curious why there was a crowd. Robert is here. Jon is well-known, of course. Leslie is freaking famous.

Lianna and me. Not so much.

So I stood up and walked to the edge of the deck.

"Satisfy my curiosity. Are you here for Robert? Jon? Leslie?" I asked. Lianna walked over and stood next to me. Damn near everyone took out a phone and started to take pictures.

Of us. One young man of about 10, raised his hand. We do like polite. I just nodded at him.

"I can't speak for anyone else, but in my case, the major draw is the Skye sisters, topless," he said. Ah. Yeah. Speedo. Enjoys the view. Given the man next to him looks a lot like him and is also hard as a rock, I guess I can see that. Then again, the woman who is obviously the mom is spilling out of a too small bikini top. Quite nicely I might add.

"Us?" said Lianna.

"Yes," he said. "The topless part is just a bonus."

I don't know what made us do it. We shouldn't have done it. But we both did it.

We shimmied out of the bottoms and stood there naked, with our feet fairly far apart. Then Leslie walked up, equally naked.

All the cameras were out.

"I just thought I'd remind you that every picture you just took is considered child pornography in the United States," said Leslie. "In front of our house, to the water line, they're legal. Once you step on either side, it is a pretty big felony. Emailing it or texting it or sending it from here is an even bigger felony. If you did, get it back. They've committed a felony, too. Your call."

Now we're watching a bunch of people with phones furiously deleting all the pictures and a few panicking about having texted one. We didn't give a shit. We weren't going to complain to anyone. Hell we had stripped off our bottoms.

It's just fun.

I did notice one thing. The young man that spoke just smiled at me and slipped his phone into his Speedo.

He hadn't deleted a thing. Today was my day of doing things I shouldn't.

"Meet us back here at 7," I said. "We'll have a great time." I looked at his parents and smiled.

"You're both welcome as well," I said. The dad's grin was huge, and he couldn't keep his eyes off my tits. His son, the young guy, is much smoother. The mom is just happy. Sexy and happy.

"We'll be here at 7 on the dot," said the young man. "May we bring anything?"

Cute and fucking thoughtful, too.

"Not a thing," I said. "Not a thing." Then I looked straight at his cock and held it. I am confident that Lianna was doing the same thing for the dad.

Then we both swung our eyes to the mom.

Whose nipples popped.

"My name is Trevar," said the young man. "Forgive us for not introducing ourselves. This is my mom, Athia, and my dad, Bronson. My 15-year-old sister, Lanny, is up the beach with some friends she made. Would we be too forward to ask if we could invite her?"

"Lanny is welcome, too," said Lianna. "Very welcome." Then she licked her lips. Just casually. It was so fucking sexy.

Poor Bronson had to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths.

He barely made it. We saw his cock swell.

That's when one of the sexiest teenage girls I have ever seen ran up, a little out of breath. She's about 5'4", cheerleader body, with almost black hair down to her waist. She has very nice, uplifted B cup breasts that were barely constrained by an A cup bikini top.

She was so focused on her own family, she'd skidded to a stop before she turned and looked at the three of us.

Still naked.

"This is going into my journal as the best day ever," said Lanny. "I'm Lanny."

"We know," said Lianna, Leslie, and me. We both looked at Leslie and she laughed.

"Jinx," she said. She leaned over a little and kissed Lianna first. Lianna just started vibrating and before the end of the kiss had squirted all over Leslie's legs.

Leslie turned to me and repeated her kiss. Now she is even wetter. Kind of glistening. I'm a little taller, so I drenched her pussy, too.

Trevar took out his phone and took a picture of Leslie, who smiled for the camera.

"Any chance I could get one of those kisses?" asked Lanny.

"Me too," said Athia, in kind of a squeak.

"That's up to us, isn't it?" said Trevar. "Tonight, if we're polite and direct, there is a reasonable chance that they will agree, as long as it is inside, and you trust our discretion." He thought about it for a second and pulled out his phone.

And deleted all the pictures.

"Kind of a gamble, wasn't it?" said Leslie. "If you're wrong, you just deleted all the photos that you were going to jack off to."

"Worth it," he said. "No matter the odds."

"That and your photographic memory," said Leslie.

"Technically, eidetic, but yes," said Trevar.

"But your memory isn't just short-term," said Leslie. "You truly have a photographic memory, in addition to long-term eidetic memory."

"How did you know that?" said Trevar. "It's never been proven to even exist."

Lianna, Leslie, and I all laughed.

"Yes it has," said Leslie.

Trevar looked at Lanny and shook his head no. She smiled and he shook his head no again, but with a little less force.

Then he reluctantly nodded his head. Lanny turned to me.

"I have my brother's permission to ask this," said Lanny. "He is still a virgin and would love to lose his virginity to you, Princess Leslie. You're a big hero of his."

"You have got to learn to read his signals better," said Leslie. "Good grief. His reluctance was not embarrassment to discuss the topic. His reluctance is that I am not the person with whom he has dreamed of losing his virginity. And you should know that."

I expected Lanny to be confused, but she wasn't. Whatever it was, she got it.

Oh. Yeah. Me too.

"And in your culture, that would be accepted," said Lanny.

"I'm married to boy/girl twins," said Leslie.

"Fair point," said Lanny. "And I concur with the idea, based on the premise that it could occur here on Dionysus soil. But what then? We'll go back to Podunk City, Arkansas and either suppress the urge or break the law."

"And what keeps you in Podunk City, Arkansas?" asked Leslie.

"Inertia," said Lanny. "Not a bad life, but not a great life. Loving family. A few friends. Inertia. No sense that we need to change it."

"And if you could? Somewhere in our world?" asked Leslie. Lanny smiled. Just a little smile. A smile of preparedness.

"Athens," she said. "We're Greek but born here. All of us. We all speak fluent Greek. Our dream vacation was always Athens, even if it was unobtainable. Trevar and I would go to DAU. Mom and Dad would both be professors. Maybe we'd even have a house in Robertville and commute. On the beach."

"OK," said Leslie. "We'll see you tonight."

Then she leaned over and kissed Lanny. Lanny's suit is now soaked.

And riding right up in the cleft.

And she knows it. Just then, something flashed by and landed on the back deck. It was quite a dramatic entrance.

I just hope most of the people on the beach thought it was the shoes.

It was Jessica and Bill. Wearing really tight Speedos with a logo on the left hip. Did I mention they were tight, and that Jessica was wearing exactly the same Speedo as Bill?

Yep. No top at all. They look so similar but damn her nipples. As Jessica was about to speak, Lanny held up her hand, to Jessica's surprise. But she stopped. Lanny turned to Leslie.

"OK, we'll see you tonight or OK, you can move to Athens and have a house on the beach in Robertville and we'll see you tonight," said Lanny.

"That's not how it works," says Leslie. "You made a pitch. In our world you have to own your pitch. You pitched your family moving. Have you pitched them?"

"Yes!" all four of them shouted. Plus Leslie.

Leslie just shrugged and said "jinx".

The kisses were enjoyed by all. Especially Bronson who didn't quite make it. Leslie, what can I say? Trevar really focused on Lanny. I know this because he made it through a Leslie kiss.

"Then what is your decision?" asked Leslie.

"We're moving!" shouted all four of them. Plus Lianna.

Lianna just shrugged, but Trevar beat her to the jinx.

His kiss with his dad was legendary. Sorry, Bronson, two down.

Finally, we all turned back to Jessica.

"We want to be in the movie," said Jessica. "We're The Twins."

"Did you lose your top on the flight in?" asked Jon. I am impressed with Jon and Robert's control. They're not hard and Jessica and Bill are the two most attractive people on the planet, bar none. Sorry if you have a favorite, like Leslie, or Ruby, or Elena, but tied for number 1 are Jessica and Bill.

There are only two people on earth that would argue against that position.

Jessica and Bill.

Which only cements them further into number 1.

Trevar and Bronson don't have quite the same control, but it is Lanny that is truly mesmerized. She turned to Leslie.

"Do they know they're the most attractive humans any of us have ever seen?" asked Lanny.

"No," said Leslie. "They would insist that they are nothing more than cute."

"Thus, cementing their number one spot," said Lanny.

"Yeah," said Leslie, laughing.

"You're a bunch of super attractive people and still, they're up at the top," said Lanny.

Just then, there was a commotion at the water line.

As Pari and Ruby started walking out of the water. Except that Pari and Ruby had not been here, nor had they gone in the water. I wonder where they swam underwater from.

Walking side by side up the beach now. Wet hair plastered down by the water. Wearing the same Speedo with the same logo that Bill and Jessica have on.

Exactly the same. No tan lines for either of them either.

"Did ya really need to bring the next two in the list?" said Lanny.

"What order?" asked Leslie.

"Well, the highest available would be third since we have a tie at first. I'm going to say a tie for 3rd, although Lianna, Madison, and you are pretty high up there on the list," said Lanny.

"Someone else here is higher on the list than Madison, Lianna, or me," said Leslie. Lanny was looking around. Her eyes landed on Trevar.

"Trevar's adorable, but not there yet," said Lanny. "Although everything is there for him to develop into it."

"I guess I don't see who you're talking about," said Lanny.

"Yes you do," said Ruby, who arrived with Pari in time for this part of the conversation. I will admit it is distracting. They both have water droplets on their breasts, and I want to lick them off.

Pari took a finger and ran it through the water on her left breast, right across the nipple. Now there is a dry stripe, and she is sucking on that finger.

Cruel, Pari, which just made her laugh.

Lanny whipped her head around.

"You can do it with her?" asked Lanny, in a surprised voice.

"So can you," said Leslie. "But you don't believe yet. Who can you do it with?"

"Me," said Trevar. "Just the two of us."

"Not exactly," said Athia. "But we didn't really know what to do, so we just stopped reading you."

Very interesting.

"I'm going to get a little personal, and you don't have to answer, but it helps our research," said Leslie. "Please tell the truth or say that you would prefer not to answer. Lies mess us up."

"Trevar, am I correct that you're a virgin?" added Leslie and he nodded.

"You too, Lanny?" asked Leslie. Really? Looking like that?

Lanny nodded. Trevar looked shocked.

"Why?" said Trevar. Lanny just smiled.

"Oh," he said. "Wow. You know in their world, we'd already be married."

"I accept," said Lanny. Which didn't seem to cause the same stir that I would have expected.

Leslie turned to Athia and Branson.

"And you had cum cravings when you were pregnant with both of them, and your marriage is strong enough that you fulfilled those cravings. A lot," said Leslie.

"Those craving never really subside," said Athia.

"For either of us," said Branson.

"So you know you're bi," said Lanny, which made Athia and Branson laugh.

"It is a continuum," said Athia. "We've talked about it."

"And in their world, the four of us could have a wild night, too," said Lanny.

"We certainly hope so," said Athia.

Well they seem fun. Just then, two beach cops walked up. Black cargo shorts, white polo with their Malibu police logo stitched in. Damn, they're attractive. Which is right when Nylah and Colby swooped in, wearing the same suit. Karolina walked out of the house in a more modest bikini, which she rocks. Same logo on the bottoms. Personal choice, right. Then again, Karolina's small breasts might be sexier in the bikini. I did have to laugh, because just then, Leo ran out onto the deck. In his speedos. With the logo.

"Is there a problem?" asked Nylah, ever the attorney. The guy cop can't speak. I know he can't. He's moving from Jessica all the way to Leslie, with people like Lianna, Ruby, and Pari in between.

For some reason, Lanny took that moment to remove her top. Oops. Those were not B cups in an A cup bikini. They were C cups. That has to hurt a little.

Which got me a smile and shrug from Lanny.

The girl cop turned to Branson.

"They all need to have tops on," she said. Branson laughed.

"Why in the world would I be the one you said that to?" asked Branson. "I have a shirt on."

"Damn, I did it," said the cop. "Wow. That was bad."

"Excuse me, but they're represented by counsel," said Nylah. "You'll need to talk to me." We turned and there was Nylah, in tiny bikini bottoms, showing just a hint of nipple bump, with her fists on her hips.

Did I mention that all of them have capes? They are on a simple harness that goes across and around their shoulders. All of them. Jessica and Bill. Nylah and Colby. Ruby and Pari.

Capes. Which they rock. No one more than Leo. OK, Karolina is close. She's at the delicious not quite an A cup stage. Oh, and I mean delicious quite literally.

But I knew what was going to happen and I was getting in on it. Go back and read how Nylah is standing.

"Akimbo!" came the shout. I'd paid attention. Everyone had shouted it. Athia and Branson. Robert and Jon. All of us, of course, including Nylah.

And the two cops.

All of the sudden we hear it.

We had all finished the word akimbo and in that tiny moment of silence, the male cop shouted it.

"Jinx!" he screamed with an impressive level of enthusiasm.

He looked a little shocked at himself.

"We share the same favorite word. It isn't often you get to use it," he said, indicating his partner.

"When is the wedding?" asked Bill.

"Oh no," laughed the guy.

The girl cop had a different expression.

Bill just raised his eyebrows and the dude looked shocked. He turned to her.

"You would marry me?" he asked, still stunned.

"Yes, if you promise to be more honest with me and I'll be more honest with you," she said. "For instance, I am hoping that we will be able to see you fulfill that jinx with everyone."

"Not with me," said Jessica. "I'm too young."

Bill, Colby, and Nylah raised their hands. So did Leo, with a smile. He was smiling at the fact that he was standing right behind his sister's cute little ass. Karolina quite happily kept hers down.

Damn, she's cute.

"Sure about that?" said the girl cop. "He's 16 and I'm 17. Summer work program. He's Everson. I'm Keva. If we had someplace that was Dionysus nearby, we would happily fulfill that promise."

"Yay!" said Leo, softly.

"Do you have the Malibu police app?" asked Nylah.

Keva pulled out her phone and Nylah asked her to bring it up.

"Third menu item. Jurisdiction map," said Nylah. "It knows where you are."

"It says I don't have jurisdiction," she said to her surprise.

"Zoom out a little," said Nylah.

"So this entire property, out into the water," said Keva.

"We've added that to the app of the police everywhere we have a place," said Nylah. "You should have been trained on it."

They both laughed.

"Training consisted of handing us uniforms," said Keva. "The job doesn't pay well, and it is hot, but it is a fast track into the academy. For both of us, it is the military or the police. It is in our blood."

"And we're poor," laughed Everson.

"That too," said Keva.

I saw the look Ruby gave Leslie and the smile Leslie gave her back.

"What if you could combine them both, on a team similar to the Delta force, while living in Dionysus?" said Ruby.

"Are you the one to talk to us because we're Hispanic?" asked Keva, in a hard voice.

"I'm the one talking to you because you both seemed to be enjoying my tits more than Leslie's," said Ruby. Well, yeah.

"You both have wonderful tits," said Everson, who then blushed. He pushed through it.

"You all do," he said, softly.

Then it took a surprising turn. Bill walked over to him and waved for him to lean down.

Bill then proceeded to payout for the jinx. Everson ended up picking up Bill and holding him by his cute little ass through one hell of a kiss.

Everson abruptly broke the kiss and quickly set Bill down.

"Good timing," said Bill, a little out of breath. They are both impressively hard.

"Are you off tomorrow?" asked Nylah. "We have plans tonight."

"They can stay!" shouted Trevar and Lanny. Trevar got it out first.

A lot of passion went into that kiss. Trevar made it, barely. Lanny did not. Lanny is now lying in the sand, drenched, and panting.

"You have never looked sexier," said Trevar.

He has a point.

I saw Keva walk over to an older couple. She checked her phone and then started talking to them. Oh they were pissed. Only a few words drifted over, but I heard hell, whore, and slut.

Fun people.

Just then, Keva grabbed the bottom of her own shirt and whipped it off.

Keva is not wearing a bra. Keva has larger breasts than I realized. Truly spectacular D cups with enormous nipples. Morgan caliber tits.

I'm pretty sure we all moaned. Keva walked back, holding her shirt.

"I might need that job," she said. "I shouldn't have done that."

I covered my ears quickly, but I shouted it too.

"Yes you should have!" shouted, well, everyone.

It took almost two hours to payoff that jinx. Crowds gathered. Justifiably so. Tonight is going to be awesome, but we'll hold that thought for another entry.

To the Supreme Court

This is Nylah. I am about to argue a case before the Supreme Court. The case is holding up the release of the new Avengers movie and the case was fast tracked. Yes, fast tracked because it is an Avenger movie.

Although... It might be the nipples. This is my second Supreme Court case related to nipples. I hold the record for Supreme Court nipple cases.

That's a little weird.

Yes folks, I am arguing a case focused entirely on nipples. So here's the deal. We're ornery. All of us. Really, really ornery. None more than Leslie. And Jessica. And me.

You see, they decided they liked our costumes. Speedo bottoms. Now, Jessica might have been OK. Even I might have been OK. Pari's puffies? Maybe not.

Can't forget Ruby, Madison, and Lianna. All members of the Skye League. Yes, seriously. The Skye league, founded by the Skye girls. Blue and Gray Skye. Bill, Colby, and Leo are guys, so the outfit is fine for them.

But not for the girls. The MPAA, which issues the ratings for movies, not only refused to rate it, but they also turned their copy over to the FBI insisting it was child porn.

So I am arguing a case about an Avengers movie, with lots of nipples, and an accusation of child porn. Including pictures of me.

I am arguing the case with my associate, who is a newly minted attorney. She found the whole thing so hilarious that she got her law degree so she could be my second chair. Now, you're probably trying to figure out who it is. One of the Skye sisters? Jessica? Ruby? Anyone involved with movie would be a reasonable choice. If I hadn't said she, you might have been considering Leo. He did consider it.

Lanny.

She's in the movie. Topless. She's actually the plaintiff because she has standing. I do, too, but never represent yourself. I suppose technically she is since she is sitting second chair. Shoot. That was a bad idea.

"Amend the complaint," thought Ruby. I spun and she was sitting there.

Oh joy. Lanny, Ruby, and me at the Supreme Court. That would be the best porn ever. No seriously. Lanny, Ruby, and me. Top notch stuff, there.

And Ruby is now the plaintiff. This is going to go well.

Before things start, we're going to use the power of the press to our advantage. We're meeting them on the steps of the Supreme Court. Crazy, right? At least I can stand on a higher step, being little and all. I have an opening statement prepared.

I should mention we're still outside. I turned to the crowd, including significant TV presence.

"I am sure many of you are here because of the salacious nature of this case. My God, we can't have women's nipples just thrust out there into the world," I said. Yes, I used thrust. It just felt so right.

A reasonable group is nodding in agreement.

"But this case has nothing to do with nipples or nudity. This is a discrimination case. Pure and simple," I said. "We all have nipples. Some are on a flat little chest like mine. Some are on glorious B cups like Ruby's, or C cups like Lanny's. In other words, our nipples happen to be elevated off our chest by a fortuitously shaped pile of fat and muscle. But they are still no different. Now, a man can happily show his nipples, even if that pile of fat is larger than mine or even Lanny's. Legal all over the US. But if Ruby pulls off her top, or Lanny does, that's illegal. Because of a pile of muscle and fat shaped like a fruit. I've already won this case once.

"Why? That's the heart of this case. It is discrimination against women. That is all it is. We'll argue our case and we will win because the precedent against discrimination on the basis of sex is well established. It will be game changing for women in the United States. It will be meaningless for men. It is mostly men arguing against seeing nipples. Nipples that they'd almost all love to see.

"It just doesn't make sense."

With that, we turned and went into the court. The Justices asked a few half-hearted questions, but the case law was incredibly clear. We won. Not unanimously, but close. It wasn't even a very long case. We walked right back to the same spot on the steps.

And all took off our tops. Right there on the Supreme Court steps. We did an interview, topless.

About half the stations refused to air it.

I'll be filing suit against them tomorrow.

The nipples of the United States will be forever changed, but it will be slow. Local jurisdictions will fight it. We'll test it and we'll win, but it will happen.

I'm having great fun. After all, part of today includes Ruby and Lanny's tits.

Right on the steps of the Supreme Court.

Deep down, I suspect some of it was the fact that we refused to release any more Avenger movies in the US if we couldn't do it with nipples.

There are a lot of nipples in the movie.

Oh, and we'll come back to the wrap party. Wowsa.

Zeta teams

My name is Keva. Somehow I did not lose my job yesterday. I have no idea why I didn't lose my job yesterday.

Life has gotten a little weird. You know the part that is really weird?

Princess Leslie is coming over to our apartment. It's just Dad and me. Everson lives in the next apartment with his Mom. My Dad, Paco, and his mom, Beatrisa, know each other but are stupid. Do you know why they're stupid?

Because they love each other and haven't even gone on a date. They ignore it. Or fight it. I'm not sure which. It all comes back to how hurt they were. No point in telling that story, but Leslie asked if she could come over and talk to all four of us. She promised to help us tell our parents that we're engaged. They're going to freak. One of the reasons our parents got hurt so bad is that they got married too young. As in not even 18 young.

Are you seeing the problem?

I haven't told Dad and Everson hasn't told his mom. We just said we wanted to catch them up on our summer jobs and we're all getting together tonight at 7 at our apartment.

Which is right now. They just walked in and closed the door and then the doorbell rang. Dad walked over and opened the door.

I believe my dad might be in a state of shock now. Yeah, he knows who Leslie is. He loved Ironwoman and I could tell he was trying to hide that he thought Leslie was amazing. You go, Dad. So did I. Well, he isn't hiding it very well right now.

Clearly hard as a rock. Damn. Never seen one, but it sure is interesting.

Yeah. Virgin. Everson, too. Not for long, I hope.

"Dad, are you going to invite her in?" I asked. He shook himself out of it and stepped aside, to a little laugh from Leslie.

"I am not that intimidating, am I?" she asked, of Dad.

Who still cannot answer.

I guess she is. She walked over and gave me a hug and then gave Everson one.

Who is hard, too. I have to start seeing cocks. Have to.

Tonight. I hope.

"I am sorry," said Dad. "I'm Paco. It appears you know my daughter."

"Sure do," said Leslie. "Met her at the beach today when she tried to arrest me."

Yeah, thanks Leslie.

Who just laughed in my head.

"I am sorry to intrude, but I needed to talk to you all about something," said Leslie. Dad and Beatrisa immediately looked concerned, and Leslie clearly caught it.

"It is good, I promise," said Leslie. "I doubt this will take long. Wait, I just realized. Paco, Beatrisa, what do you do for a living?"

Dad looked at Beatrisa, who nodded. That was a weird dynamic, but I get it.

"I'm a civilian contractor at the Point Magu Naval station," said Dad. Leslie turned to Beatrisa and just waited.

"I'm in the Navy, stationed at Point Magu," said Beatrisa.

Leslie looked back and forth between them for a bit.

"Paco, are you retired?" asked Leslie.

He nodded.

"Rank?" asked Leslie.

"Master Chief Petty Officer," said Dad.

"Master," said Leslie. "I'm impressed." She turned to Beatrisa, who smiled.

"Commander, Air squadron," said Beatrisa. Holy shit. That's it, isn't it?

Leslie figured it out, too.

"Can we sit down?" asked Leslie.

"Oh no, where are my manners," said Dad. He waved us into the living room. He took his recliner, and Beatrisa took the comfortable chair next to him. I sat next to Everson and Leslie pulled in a straight chair from the dining room.

Dad and Beatrisa noticed when Everson took my hand, but neither said anything. If anything, Beatrisa had a little smirk.

"So is it your difference in rank that is preventing you from getting married?" asked Leslie.

Dad and Beatrisa looked back and forth. This time, Dad nodded at Beatrisa.

"There are very strict fraternization rules," said Beatrisa.

"Fuck that," said Leslie. "Those are stupid rules."

"We have to follow the rules," said Dad.

"Even though you're retired," said Leslie. Dad nodded.

"Then I'm going to fix that, or at least offer you a solution," said Leslie. "Keva and Everson, you can object."

"I'm up for any solution that lets them finally admit their love," said Everson. That just seemed to be a good time to nod. Which I did.

"What's your career path?" asked Leslie, of Beatrisa.

"Squadron commander of a training squad," said Beatrisa. "F/A-18."

"Ah, the Super Hornet," said Leslie. "Fun to fly, but sluggish compared to an F-22. Fun in an inverted loop though."

"The only people that have done an inverted loop are members of the Blue Angels," said Beatrisa.

"Not exactly," said Leslie. "There are members that can do it, but the first person to do it, that taught the first group, was not a member of the Blue Angels."

"That's not my understanding," said Beatrisa, pretty vehemently.

"Want to bet?" said Leslie.

"What's the bet?" said Beatrisa, with some defiance.

"We'll worry about that later. Would you like me to teach you how to do one?" asked Leslie. "I own a pretty good size collection of F/A-18s, although we consider them museum pieces."

"That myth is true?" asked Beatrisa, with some surprise.

"Well, if it is true, it isn't a myth, now is it?" asked Leslie. She does have a point.

"OK," said Leslie. "Let's put that aside for a minute. I came here to offer Keva and Everson a job. I'm still going to do that, but I'm going to do a little more. Let's start there first. I'd like to offer them both positions in the next Zeta training class. They'll have to go through qualification testing, but I'm confident they'll pass."

"You can't be serious," said Beatrisa. "They are kids."

"I'm the Minister of Defense of Dionysus and have been since I was younger than both of them. I have been the minister since I was 12. I won Top Gun, twice. I have my choice of space fighters to fly and run the most powerful military in the world. I'm the commander of the UN Special Forces. I am also a member of Zeta myself, as are all of my siblings and my children."

"Hold up," I said. "Your daughter is 3."

"Yes, she is, and she could kick your ass," said Leslie. "The only accommodation we make is that all recruits must live within the consent rules. So Tia can't officially play with others."

"Officially," said Dad.

"We're aware that the younger kids play with each other in private. We've learned to pretend like we do not know it is happening," said Leslie.

"Does the training include sexual training?" asked Everson. You go, Ev.

"Yes, extensive," said Leslie. "That's why the consent is important. With that exception, it is one of the rare times in Dionysus where sex is required. We teach it and the recruits are quite skilled at the end of the course. They're also required to have sex with every other member of the class. Men and women, including the instructors. I teach in every session."

I think Leslie appreciated our inadvertent moans. All of us. Hmm.

"You feel like that gives them an edge, because they can use it as leverage," said Beatrisa. That was your question, Beatrisa?

"Yes," said Leslie. "But I'll take it a step further, with Everson and Keva's permission. I'd like to offer positions in the class to both of you, too."

OK, I've never seen Dad and Beatrisa shocked.

Then they both freaking moaned. They looked at each other like love struck teenagers.

Which appears to be when the light bulb kicked in. I'd caught it. Now they have.

They both turned and looked at Everson and me.

Then we all four moaned.

This might be encouraging.

"Wait, I can't just resign my commission," said Beatrisa.

"I wouldn't expect you to. The Navy would happily loan you to us," said Leslie. "The agreement always includes that you operate under the rules we set," said Leslie. Dad and Beatrisa appear intrigued.

Thank God.

"The fraternization rules are not absolved by a wedding," said Dad. Beatrisa looked a little startled, but, well, there you go. She just vibrated through a nice orgasm.

"Your rules are stupid," said Leslie. "Seriously fucking stupid. OK, I know your career is paramount. I do. Maybe I can't fix this, but the offer still stands for Everson and Keva. But I'll go one step farther and leave it on the table. It won't be an easy decision and I'd ask you to think about it and discuss it. Part of the Zeta training includes learning to fly. Everyone. That involves not just learning to fly a single plane but being adept at flying anything that the mission required. Zeta candidates start through the traditional path, with small planes, then progress through jets, fighters, and bombers. Finally, they're trained on the F-81 and S-88."

"You can't be serious. All candidates? Everson and Keva would be able to fly fighters and space planes," said Beatrisa.

"Every candidate," said Leslie. She was waiting for something, but I am not sure what.

Holy shit.

"You're telling me that your 3-year-old daughter can fly an F/A-18," said Beatrisa. For some reason Leslie laughed.

"Maybe that should be part of your decision. We'll setup a competition. If Tia beats you, you'll at least consider moving to Dionysus and joining our Zeta training team," said Leslie.

Well that escalated quickly.

"Where would we get access to F/A-18s?" said Beatrisa.

"I already told you I own several. They came with Vino when we bought it. We keep them maintained. We own literally every fighter, bomber, and transport from every military in the world," said Leslie. "I can have two F/A-18s, plus Tia, here in less than an hour."

"You have them that close?" asked Dad. He's not getting it. Leslie smiled.

"They're on Vino," said Leslie. "I'll have them loaded in a C-112. Loading takes about 15. The flight is 12. I left them a little buffer."

"This just can't all be true," said Dad. "It can't."

"Then let's slow down and you can see it for yourself. No need to rush," said Leslie. "Are you both off this weekend?"

They both nodded.

"Keva and I have the weekend off, too. We don't know why. It is the only weekend all summer," said Everson. It is the only weekend all summer.

"Then it must be your destiny," said Leslie. "I'll send a pilot to pick you up Friday night. It will be super late when you get there, local time, so we'll all see you in the Saturday morning. Go to bed really early on Thursday and get up too early on Friday. Try to adjust quick. We'll have things to do."

With that, she said her goodbyes.

"Keva and Everson are coming with me tonight," said Leslie. "If they want to."

I think our necks are going to hurt from the vigorous nodding.

"Are they going to?" said Dad, with his voice kind of drifting off.

"Do you think that would be an appropriate question in our culture?" asked Leslie, in kind of a stern voice.

"No, I suppose it wouldn't be," said Dad. Dad backed down on that one. Wow.

"The answer is yes!" shouted Everson. Dude, a little too proud of it.

Then again, my head is a bobbing again. It made Leslie laugh.

"Trust me," said Leslie. "Just trust me."

Dad and Beatrisa just nodded, and we followed Leslie out the door.

Leslie explained the concept of whisperers. Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie were ours.

Then they joined in. Pretty sure we like Dionysus.

We're playing golf

Cassiopeia and I were taking a long weekend to play golf in Mexico. She just didn't know we were taking a long weekend to play golf in Mexico. This is Phary, of course.

I should tell her. Given she was between my legs, she was convenient.

"We're taking a long weekend to play golf in Mexico," I said. "At the El Camaleón Mayakoba Golf Course."

She looked up, with her face just covered with my juices. She looked adorable.

"We are, huh," said Cassiopeia. "Do you think it is going to be inconvenient that the PGA is holding a qualifying tournament there this weekend?"

So much for my surprise.

"Nope," I said. "We're entered."

"Sure, you entered us in a men's tournament," she said.

"Yep," I said. "It turns out that men can't enter the women's tournaments, but there are no restrictions on women entering the men's."

"Because women aren't competitive to the men," she said.

"You've beaten the men's course record at eight consecutive courses," I said.

"And you've beaten me every time!" she said. I waited her out.

"Oh. Yeah," she said. "You know they're going to give us shit. Especially since we're kids."

"Says the girl going down on me who is really hoping that Bob is my caddy again," I said. She laughed and blushed.

"Sorry, no Bob," I said. She gave me a frown.

"Orlando is my caddy this weekend. Gabe is yours," I said. Then we both moaned. Then she went back to work.

She's good at it. I need a nap. We need a nap. Oh come on. You know I got her off, too. I'm nice that way.

PGA, not LPGA

So we're going to play in a qualifying tournament. Yeah, why the fuck not. Not long ago I was on my middle school team. Now, I have my LPGA tour card, but there isn't a tournament for the next two weeks so we're playing a PGA qualifying tournament.

Wait.

I rolled on my side and woke up Phary. Yes, we wore each other out and it was only 1600. We needed cock, too. First things first.

"Alexa, we need four cocks, stat," I said.

"Four cocks are nearby but are in a group of six. Should I invite them all?" asked Alexa.

"Yes," we both screamed. I got "jinx" out first. I told Phary I was saving it for when she least expected.

"Estimated time 8 minutes," said Alexa.

We like this particular skill.

"So what happens if we qualify?" I asked.

"We play in the tour the next weekend. It's in Melbourne, which is nice, because we have a huge place there," said Phary. Yeah, I know. Been there.

"You know that if by some fluke we qualify, our indicating that we'll play is going to cause another shitstorm," I said. Just then, six cocks walked in.

"Hold that thought," said Phary. "We have things to do."

It turned out that we had not met a single one of the people that walked in our door. What are the odds of that? I guess the school is just getting so big. They were a physics study group that had been taking a walk through the neighborhood and talking about their project.

How handy was that. I love that fact that the six person team included four men and two women.

But remember, six cocks.

Oh boy.

Wore. them. out.

Off to Mexico

Cassiopeia here. We flew to Mexico and landed in the parking lot of the resort. We went to check in and as we did, we passed a number of the tour players. I knew who they all were. I follow golf, right? We got a smile from them all, and a couple gave us fist bumps. Two wished us luck.

This was not the reception we expected. We checked into the hotel and somehow have the Presidential suite.

"Why do we have the Presidential suite?" I asked. She just looked at me.

"Oh," I said. Is there anything left they don't own? Phary snickered. Ya gotta love a good snicker.

We got settled in our suite. We put our suitcases in one of the rooms. That's when Orlando and Gabe walked out of the other room.

Naked. And sweaty. And hard. And sticky.

Things for us to cleanup.

I chose to clean Gabe's cock with my pussy. It turns out that didn't help, but you want more data, so we swapped, and I tried again with Orlando. Nope. Still messy.

We found a way that involved tongues. Then showers. And shampoos.

Damn, that was good. I needed a nap, but we went to get registered for the tournament. We went down and found registration. You're expecting some kind of story, but they just treated us well and got us all signed up. They were so nice and coached us through the process. They'd already done the pairings. I was paired with a young man, Nolan, that was a star player for Yale. I'd heard of him and knew this was his first tournament, too. I found him and introduced myself.

"I saw we were paired. I'm just excited to be here," said Nolan. "At least I'll get a lot of exposure, although I'll probably be listed as playing partner." He laughed and has a nice laugh. Cute too.

"Do I understand the resort is owned by the kingdom?" he asked. I nodded.

"So it is a consulate?" he asked, and I nodded again. Then we both moaned.

And he got hard.

"Let's focus on the golf first," I said. He smiled.

"First," he said. Well, yeah.

"Did I mention my twin sister, Nila, is my caddy?" he said. OK, we both moaned.

Well it was too good to be true

You knew it was. Phary here. I'm happy that Cassiopeia has a good partner.

I do not.

He was stomping around complaining to everyone that he had to play with, and I quote, "the little Asian chick". He was late thirties and had never made it out of the qualifying round. I guessed that he was some rich guy's kid. My guess was right. I went up to introduce myself and stuck out my hand. His name is Garry.

He didn't take it. He did the unforgiveable.

He spit. Right near my feet. Great. I was pissed but covered it with a smile. I waved for him to lean down.

"How about a side bet," I whispered in his ear. "If you win, you can fuck me. If I win, you publicly apologize." He jumped back, and then leered.

This time he stuck out his hand. Oh God, even his handshake was smarmy. I'm not going to narrate the entire round, because you know how it ended and I wasn't getting fucked.

At least by him.

The first shot, off the first tee, set the tone. He went first, even though I was supposed to. I didn't give a shit. He hit a nice shot, about 15 yards shy of the 200 yard marker. A decent shot right down the middle.

But not a PGA shot.

I lined up and took a practice swing. I had expanded my repertoire and actually use a driver now. Whoo hoo. My drives are a strength, and my ball flew right over his to about 230 yards.

He did not like that. I could tell by the look of absolute shock on his face. Yep, from the little Asian chick.

I think it threw him off his game. By the end of the front nine, he was +6.

I was -7. Cassiopeia had gone off before me, and she was at -9 for the first nine.

Third place was +1.

Somehow, I knew we were going to have to pee in a cup. That kind of makes me laugh because I don't need drugs to cheat. Maybe I should rip off a round of 18 holes in one.

Nah.

The funny thing was as we played, he got nicer. On the 10th hole, he apologized to me. We got to talking and it turned out he hated playing in these tournaments because he knew he wouldn't qualify. His domineering dad forced him, because the dad liked talking about his son, the professional golfer. Well that sucks.

"Want me to put him out of business for you?" I asked. "I could buy a competitor." He just stared at me and I laughed.

"No thank you. I'd like an inheritance," he said. "Dad's near retirement though, so I can probably stop then."

"Who will run the company?" I asked.

"My sister," he said. That was not a pleasant tone. I just raised my eyebrows and he laughed.

"I'll let you in on a family secret," he said. "I'm not married because I have to be my sister's escort. She's gay and won't come out and she refuses to let me date."

"She refuses?" I asked, confused.

"She controls the purse strings. If I date, I get cut off," he said. Aw shit. We had a great conversation about his background and interests. It turned out his passion was sculpture. As in, he is an artist. He was even getting some attention in the art world.

"Let's have dinner," I said. "I have an idea I want to run by you. My friend can join us." He was up for it. The funny thing is that now I was finding him attractive. He is tall, good looking, and well-spoken and a nice guy.

Once he got past being a dick.

Oh, and yes, he publicly apologized.

Going out to dinner with Phary

Now, you're assuming this is Phary. Nope. Orlando. Phary asked me to join her and her playing partner for dinner. She shared a little of the story, including the fact that he is a sculptor. Now, I'm not really an expert, but I love to go to museums, so with the local group, I'm the best she has.

In every way you can imagine. Yeah, that was a joke. Look at our group.

We're pretty evenly matched.

I guess I should mention, to clarify my value at dinner, that I have a PhD in Art History from Harvard. I also have my MFA, or Master of Fine Arts, from Columbia.

It is a hobby I enjoy.

I'm running late and am meeting them at Blaze Brazilian restaurant. You know the type. All you can eat, focusing on meat. Lots and lots of meat.

Kind of like a party at Mom and Dad's.

Yeah, I'm telling Dad that one, but I'll bet Mom will reward me, too. I have such caring parents.

I'll bring the spatulas.

I got to meet Garry. I'd read what Phary wrote, so I knew the start and end of their round. To me, Garry is charming, but he seems to be in a different place now. Nolan and Nila joined us. Nila is 19, just like her twin, Nolan, and freaking stunning. Tall, dark hair, fit, with smaller B cups in a simple T-shirt that is a tad too tight and a tiny bit sheer.

Not dissimilar to what Phary and Cassiopeia are wearing.

OK, Gabe and me too. Of course Gabe is at dinner. He needs protein.

Not everyone had been to a Brazilian Steak house, so the waitress patiently explained how the paper disk works. One side is green, and one side is red. If you want more meat, turn the green side up and people will damn near run to your side with choices. Turn it red and they'll leave you alone until you're ready again.

We all turned ours to green and loaded up with food. None more than Phary.

Phary has a plate stacked high, really high, with various meats.

I just looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Phary laughed.

"I will eat every bite, have more, and still have the energy to bounce on your cock," said Phary. "And any other cock at the table that is interested."

She said that just as two waiters walked up. One Hispanic and one Asian. Both of whom heard what Phary said.

They have such hopeful looks in their faces.

That made us all laugh.

"When are you off, boys?" asked Phary.

The look of conflict on their faces was classic. After all, Phary is petite. Phary is also 13. Phary just suggested riding all of us cowgirl.

Phary is fun. She also looks about 10.

She pointed at me. I suppose I am the most recognizable.

"Dionysus," she said. She left it there.

Both men moaned.

"You know," said Phary. "It will be too late tonight."

Their faces both fell.

"Are you boys working tomorrow during the day?" asked Phary. They both shook their heads no. I am not sure they can speak.

"We're going to play out on our boat tomorrow. Plenty of room," said Phary. "Why don't you meet us at the dock at 10. Any significant others?"

They both looked at each other and then shook their heads.

"Just a note," said Cassiopeia. "I love a good train."

Their eyebrows shot to the ceiling and then they smiled.

Oh goody.

"Siblings?" added Phary. "And your names?"

"I'm Tu," said the young Asian man. "I only have a younger sister. Too young to bring."

"How old?" asked Cassiopeia.

"11," said Tu.

"Not too young," said Cassiopeia. "Not too young at all. That is, if there is an interest on her part. She doesn't have to do anything other than have fun swimming and riding the wave runners. Or..."

That last word had about fourteen syllables.

I think she made her point. Cassiopeia turned to the simply gorgeous Hispanic dude.

"Jonfer," he said. "And I have a brother, Jules, who is 12. Oh he'll really want to come."

"Nice," said Phary. "A pleasant double entendre. I look forward to meeting Jules and, what is her name?"

"Ni," said Tu.

"Ni," said Phary. "Such a pretty name. 10 at the hotel marina."

Then she turned her circle to red and the conversation was over. And the orgy had yet to begin.

Now, before you assume something magical that brought a bigger boat here, we brought it in a C-80 and dropped it at the marina.

OK, pretty magical.

"So, Garry," I said. "Phary tells me you're a sculptor. Do you have any photos of your work?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to interrupt dinner," said Garry, with a cute little blush.

"Dude," said Nila. "You've crossed paths with Dionysus royalty. Do not pass up this opportunity."

I just smiled. It is still a little embarrassing. I still think back to the day we arrived in Florida. A little scrawny 12 year old.

Things have modestly changed.

Garry pulled out his phone, brought something up, and handed it to me.

"Just scroll to the right to see more," said Garry. Which I did. His work just blew me away, even in a small two-dimensional picture.

"Wow," I said. "I love your work. You should apply for the Dionysus artist-in-residence program."

Of course we have an artist-in-residence program, or at least we will once Garry accepts.

"Let me walk you through the program," I said. "If you're interested, I'd love for you to accept."

I walked him through the program and Gabe jumped in several times for things I had forgotten. Sure, Gabe, make it better.

Garry is a bit stunned.

"Any questions?" I asked. He gathered himself up and sat up straight.

"Where would it be located?" he asked.

"Anywhere we have a school," said Gabe. "The program comes with an on-campus home, including an expansive studio. We find that the school environment is invigorating."

"Very invigorating," laughed Phary. "Given the entire school, including your house, is a consulate, which makes our rules apply."

OK, Garry's just staring now.

"Anyplace that particularly catches your fancy?" asked Cassiopeia. "Dallas, Chicago, LA, Berlin, Paris, Robertville, plus a lot more."

"Amyville, too," said Phary. "In that case, it would be at the Gamma resort."

"I accept," said Garry. "I would be an idiot to not accept."

"OK, then," I said. "Here's my suggestion for a next step. Visit a lot of our locations. We'll arrange a pilot. Maybe spend a week or two at each until you find the right one. We'll put together a courier pod that can travel with you."

"A courier pod?" asked Garry.

"It is a space plane, too, but for cargo," said Phary. "Autonomous, so it goes where you go."

"A space plane, too?" asked Garry, with a little awe creeping into his voice.

I admit, we all laughed.

"It is the only kind of plane we have," I said. Well, it is.

"Let's do this," said Phary. "As much as I don't want to suggest this. It has been a killer day. Let's adjourn and meet at the boat tomorrow. You can't miss it. It is the one on the very end."

"Let's make it more fun," said Cassiopeia. "Let's draw names out of a hat. There are seven of us. Let's pull two groups of two and the three remaining. That's who leaves together tonight. Any one averse if they end up with a same sex partner?"

Ah, no one was. Goody.

Although that only worked out for the end. The pairings were:

Nila and me
Gabe and Cassiopeia
Phary, Garry, and Nolan

Works for me.

"You're OK with both of us?" asked Garry, of Phary. Phary laughed.

"I will wear you both out until you can't do anything more," said Phary.

"That she will," said Cassiopeia. "That she will."

All I could do is nod.

"The fact that you're all underage isn't an issue?" asked Nila. "Don't get me wrong, it will likely be the best night of my life, but still."

"Hey," said Nolan. Then he realized what he said.

Yeah, we laughed.

I don't know if it was her best night ever, but it was pretty damn good.

We'll finish this in another chapter.

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