27 December 2021

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Damn this is going to be fun

Diane here. With my sexy brother lover, Cepos.

Not sure why I went there, but maybe because I am so wet I am dripping. Cepos and I are on our way to New York to meet with Luke and Cassie about their new townhomes. We heard about Mark and Mindy and couldn't be more excited to meet them.

Meet them. Have you met us?

Let's see.

Nova and Nicolo.

Leslie, Hallie, and Hunter.

check, check, check, check, check.

Thus, the dripping.

Oh, thanks, bro. We have fifteen minutes left in the flight, so Cepos is on his knees licking away.

He will use the last three minutes for a quick shower. Not counting the shower I just squirted all over him.

I am not sure that helped with my moisture issue.

We landed on the center house and went down the stairs onto the roof. That's when I realized that nearby building's balconies were higher than this roof.

Well, enjoy the show, folks. Yeah, we both came down the stairs naked and realized it together.

So I took Cepos' hand, and we did a little group twirl and waved at everyone. I think the window washer almost fell off his platform.

I might track him down.

We walked over to the door and went down the stairs into the living room of the middle house, where we found every person I have mentioned thus far in the story. All wearing the same clothes we are. As in nothing.

We lost three hours. Although I've always wondered why we put it that way. We didn't lose anything. We had an amazing time!

It was fun and athletic. I have no idea why Nova is asleep with her head squarely on my pussy, but I am not objecting in any way.

Oh, not asleep anymore. She's licking so close to my clit. So close.

I'm starting to vibrate. Which she knows. So she latched onto my clit.

And sucked.

This room needs better carpet. Hey, you notice things when your thrashing around on the carpet.

Better carpet. I finally calmed down.

"This room needs better carpet," I announced, to laughter from the group.

"Always designing," said Cepos, laughing. "But you're absolutely right."

Dinner leading to dessert

Diane still. We're all heading out to dinner at an amazing Mexican place they had found. They introduced Cepos and me to Anna Maria, who is the co-owner and manager. Then they invited her to come spend the night.

Yay!

"You just invite me because I bring spatulas," said Anna Maria.

"Yep," said Luke. "That's it. You can just send us home with them and we won't have to endure your presence."

Yeah, even I know he was joking. She leaned over and gave Luke an incredible kiss. Which she seemed to particularly enjoy, given the orgasm.

I think that's when the family at the next table got interested in us.

Understandably so.

"Pardon my interruption," said the young man. Perhaps 10? "While I certainly enjoyed that, my query is more mundane or even prosaic, but I couldn't help overhear your discussion of a large-scale renovation."

I pulled an empty chair from another table and motioned him to sit down.

"Anyone that uses mundane and prosaic in the same sentence deserves to be heard," I said.

"I also have several suggestions on how to use a wooden spoon," he said. That peaked our interest. Anna Maria waved a waiter over.

"Put a dozen wooden spoons in the box," said Anna Maria, to the waiter. "Make it two dozen."

That seemed to please the young man and his sister. The parents appear a bit confused, but hopeful.

You understand.

"I would like to introduce you to my family. My mother, Holdan, is an incredible contractor. She has a team of sub-contractors that are the best in the business. Simply incredible craftsmen and craftswomen. Some, like me, are younger, but talented. My sister Cecily, for example, is an incredible interior designer. As you can imagine, in New York, the opportunities for those our age are limited. I thought you might like to have, say, a two-week free trial of our services."

"Nah," said Cassie. The young man's face fell.

Luke snorted. Up to you, big boy.

"She means you're hired," said Luke. "Although introductions seem like they might be in order."

"I am Camden. I have already shared that my sister is Cecily. Our parents are Holdan and Knox," said Camden. Props for mentioning Mom first.

"But what do you mean, we're hired?" said Knox.

"Just that," I said. "You'll work with Cepos and me to get the general feel and then we'll turn the project over to you."

"I'm Cepos," said Cepos. "But first we need to share some of our thoughts. You understand our society?"

"Camden and I recently started in your schools," said Cecily. "Our parents have signed the permission forms, but not yet had the opportunity to volunteer. We are hopeful that they will soon."

Holdan and Knox are just beaming.

Understandably so.

"We would suggest the first room to complete would be the wrestling room," said Cassie. "It would make break times a lot more fun."

Yeah, we all moaned.

You understand.

Dinner was over, so we adjourned to the house. Not for that. Well, OK, for that, but Cecily was going to do a walkthrough and narrate her thoughts. It turns out that Knox designs custom furniture, with a Mid-century Modern feel.

He might be my furniture soulmate. Can you have a furniture soulmate? I don't know, but I plan on rewarding him. And her. It was a short walk, so we all went together and stopped short outside the front of the house.

"You're talking about one of these houses?" said Cecily, with a bit of awe.

"No," said Cassie, to the disappointment of all four of them. Cassie added a laugh.

"All three of these," said Cassie. "We want them merged into a single house, but in a way that it can be reversed. We're thinking the one on the left is for Luke and me, the on the right is for Mindy and Mark, and the one in the middle is the guest house, although mostly Nova and Nicolo's house."

"So you and your young bride have your own home," said Holdan.

"Well, we're married with a child," said Luke. "Ya gotta have a home. Let's check on the kids first." I notice he didn't mention the babysitter tonight. That's not going to shock them at all.

Particularly given she is likely naked. Oh. Yes, definitely naked. So are Tim and Pari. I wonder where Bob is?

Ah, there is Bob, just hammering Leslie.

Such a fun family. The newcomers were in a bit of a state of shock. Could be the King and Queen. Could be all the fucking. I did love Cecily's reaction.

She undressed. Camden noticed and was naked just as fast. It seemed like a good idea, so off came all of our clothes, leaving Holdan and Knox with their clothes on.

Nobody else.

"We're sorry," said Cassie. "This is moving too fast. We'll all get dressed." Holdan gave her a sly grin and pulled off her top.

No bra for Holdan. Gravity defying D cups.

That seems to have prompted action on Knox's part, too. Now we're all naked.

"Let's do a walkthrough," said Cepos, to moans of disappointment. "OK, maybe a short break first. We need to learn about the wooden spoons."

"Ooh," said Pari, who just walked into the room. Also naked. "Wooden spoons are fun."

I am unsurprised Pari knows about wooden spoons. We'll just say the evenings fun started with Camden, Cecily, and Pari putting on a bit of a show.

A warmup to all four becoming a much closer family.

Glorious. We did remind them that they could only do it at school or by coming to visit again. My guess is that Camden and Cecily will be around a lot.

Wouldn't you be?

We finally walked through the house, or houses, and let me tell you, Cecily's ideas were amazing. Better than mine. She and Cassie just bonded. OK, perhaps the fierce 69 with Cassie getting pounded by Camden and Cecily getting pounded by Luke helped.

We're leaving the project in good hands. In the end, we left Cecily in charge. Holdan is fine with it. She'll handle construction while Cecily leads the way.

I have got to come check out the project. Frequently.

I'm finding him

Diane still. I got Hill involved in my quest. Certainly, a good use of time for the head of our security services. I wanted to find the window washer. You remember, when Cepos and I got off the plane. We own a lot of buildings and are interested in his services.

OK, that might not be my primary interest.

Hill thought my request was hilarious but found the information in about ten minutes. His name is Josea, and he lives in Williamsburg, in Brooklyn. He's originally from San Juan and moved to New York with his family when he was 5. He works for his family business, which is co-owned with his sister, Gelisa. They inherited the business from their father, who passed away at 59 from cancer. Treatable cancer.

That sucks.

How do I know all this?

Did you read where I got Hill involved?

Being spontaneous, I'm off to visit. It is Saturday morning, so my chances of finding him home are higher. They live together in an apartment.

I'm knocking on the door. Right now.

The door opened to a guy wearing only a towel around his waist. In the background, I could see a woman on the couch wearing only panties.

Who I happen to know is his sister. This appears promising. He looked a little startled.

"Oh, sorry," he said. "I was expecting someone else." Which was exactly when the look of panic hit his face.

His towel was slipping and we both knew it.

I am now enjoying a full frontal view.

"Could I come in?" I said, staring right at his hard cock.

He turned sideways to let me in, which I couldn't do because his quite impressive cock was blocking the door by quite a bit. Being, well, me, I just lifted it up like a turnstile and walked through.

That made his sister laugh.

"That's how I get into the bedroom sometimes," she said, with a laugh.

He had the presence of mind to close the door and wrap his towel again.

Darn it.

"OK, here's the deal," I said. "I saw you the other day."

"Oh, I remember," he said. His sister's eyebrows shot up.

"This is the girl?" she said. "How did you find us?"

I admit, I laughed.

"You saw me land in a space plane," I said. "I'm guessing you know I am part of Dionysus."

Their dual moans implied they did.

"Given I got off the plane naked, holding my brother's hand, it seems like it should defuse any questions you might have," I said. They looked at each other and she finally laughed.

"Yeah, seems so," she said. "In your world, I could suggest a threesome, couldn't I?"

"Sure," I said. "But really you should suggest a foursome. Cepos is pretty talented. He'd like you both."

Yeah, they both moaned.

And Josea's cock poked out.

"I do have a business proposition for you," I said. "But we usually fuck first. We can't here, but we can at our hotel. Any interest?"

"Is your space plane on the roof?" laughed Gelisa.

I just nodded.

"How would being at your hotel help?" asked Josea.

"Because Dionysus owns the Four Seasons," I said. Oh yeah. Moans. I knew there was a reason Jessica suggested the Four Seasons.

Jessica. Am I right?

It was a short trip to the Four Seasons. I hovered over the front turnaround and we went inside. The plane went and parked itself. New Jersey, I think. I'm not sure. We don't have to tell the plane anymore. It finds a nearby spot.

Our lives are weird.

We walked through the lobby and I glanced to my right and saw a young man with his dad, or maybe his older brother. Yeah, definitely brother. Late teens and preteen. The younger man had a flash of recognition. It doesn't happen often but given behind me he had likely seen our space plane land, it isn't entirely surprising. I also recognized his next expression.

Hope. I slowed to a stop.

"Hold up a second. I may be able to improve the ratio," I said. I walked over to the two young men.

"Headed off to sightsee?" I asked and they both laughed.

"I can't imagine seeing any sight better than the one I am seeing now," said the young man. A little bold, but sure.

"Well thank you, I think," I said. He got a little smirk on his face and pointed behind me. To my plane which hadn't taken off yet.

"Well played," I said. "You left it to me to interpret whether you had actually propositioned me. I reward people that walk that line. If you have a bit of time, perhaps you'd like to join the four of us in my suite for some fun afternoon games. We have Pictionary."

"Equally well played," said the young man. "While we could end up just playing Pictionary, there is just enough more implied that we would be fools to not join you. Am I correct that you are two pairs of siblings?"

"Why, yes, you are," I said.

"How fortuitous that we are also siblings," said the younger man.

"Stop wasting it on me," I said. "I already invited you."

That's why we're all laughing now.

Antonne and Khalan. 10 and 15. Strapping young Black men. I turned and walked away, and they faithfully followed. We did introductions in the elevator. I admit, I was way too frisky. I rubbed four cocks and a pussy on the way up. OK, technically two pussies, because I rubbed myself with my other hand the entire time. That might have been OK if I hadn't been having a huge orgasm when the doors opened to another pair of young men.

Hmm.

They got on and turned to me, clearly hopeful. And visibly hard.

Well, I didn't want to disappoint them. Alonso and Nelio. 13. Twins. Gorgeous Hispanic twins.

The cock ratio has improved. We got off on our floor, which is also our room. Yeah, the entire floor. Own the hotel, you know. Oh yeah, they all followed me. You see, after we passed the floors that required key access, which the new young men didn't have, I stripped. They're following my cute little naked ass.

"Is there anyone here that objects to man on man sex?" I asked. No one said anything, but Nelio had a look. I'm not sure of what.

"Nelio, is something wrong? I'll get dressed and we can discuss it, in a group or privately," I said. He took in a deep breath.

"OK, here's the deal. I've never had any sex of any kind. Alonso has. Even though we're twins, we're different. He's more outgoing and confident," said Nelio, finally just drifting off.

"OK, this might be too overwhelming for you," I said, and he laughed.

"Dream of my life," said Nelio. "I'm just nervous and have no idea what to do."

"I admit, I'm surprised the two of you don't play all the time," said Antonne. "Khalan and I do all the time."

He turned to me.

"And yes, I had his permission to say that" said Antonne, turning back to Nelio. "We're all here to help and teach you to your limits. When you're uncomfortable, say no or stop. That's the way it works."

Nelio didn't answer.

Well he did. By dropping his shorts.

Remember that gasp earlier? It was a whisper compared to this one.

A 9-inch (23 cm), thick, uncut cock.

"It's beautiful," said Gelisa. "So beautiful. I guarantee, both Diane and I would happily take your virginity, in a threesome if you want. But there is only one chance to be your first. Are you sure that's what you want?"

Alonso and Nelio looked at each other and Nelio hesitated.

"How old is your sister?" I asked. They both looked at me in shock.

"10," said Nelio, softly.

"OK," I said. "Plan B. Everyone except Alonso and Nelio and me, go into the second bedroom and enjoy yourselves. We have things to do."

"A win for me," said Gelisa, laughing. I looked over to her and she is naked now. The things you pass up to do the right thing.

"I texted Mom. She and Dad were surprised we wanted Lanita to go with us, but thrilled. I suggested they go out to a nice dinner. Take their time," said Alonso.

Well played, my new friend.

I handed him a keycard and he smiled and headed towards the elevator. It took them a bit to get back.

"Sorry," he said, arriving with an adorable young woman. "They went out with us and down to the lobby and were confused Nelio wasn't there. I had to say he was in the bathroom and they waited for a bit."

We get it, dude.

"So, is this where I take Nelio's virginity?" said Lanita. "I took Alonso's, so it seems like a win for me."

Well that was a bombshell.

"You never told me!" said Nelio. "I'm your twin!"

Alonso just stayed silent. It took Nelio a moment.

"It wasn't your place to tell me. You were discrete," said Nelio. "That had to have been hard."

Lanita laughed.

"Not the only thing that was hard," she said.

"You have got to tell that one to Bob," I said. "He will reward you."

"Bob? King Bob?" croaked Lanita.

I just smiled.

"Listen, Nelio," said Lanita. "I've wanted to be with you for a long time, but you had to get there before we could be. Not that you had to initiate it, but I needed to be sure you were comfortable. The circumstances allow us a lot of time together with a patient teacher. Today is a good day, but if you're not ready, we'll wait. Waiting could be forever if you're never comfortable."

Given Nelio's big cock is swinging in the wind, I'm thinking today is the day.

He cemented that by walking over to Lanita.

"Raise your hands," he said. His cock was a little longer than he thought and he bumped her just above her pussy.

Oh. He knows exactly how long his cock is. She raised her hands, and he pulled her T-shirt up and off.

OMG. Nipple bumps. It didn't take long for the entire group to be naked. Alonso's cock is smaller if you consider a thick 8-inch (20 cm) uncut cock smaller.

Oh, joy.

"OK," said Lanita. "We're going to give you lessons. Diane is going to coach us all because there is always room for improvement. It isn't like Alonso and I are all that experienced. We've only been with each other."

"What!" said Nelio. "I thought you were a player."

"Did I ever say I was? Brag about any conquests?" said Alonso.

"No," said Nelio. "But you're gorgeous."

"Dude," said Lanita. "You're his identical twin!"

Yeah.

Nelio looks a little confused. It was time to move things along.

"OK," said Lanita. "If Diane is OK with it, we'll teach you both how to go down on a woman. It is absolutely key to your sex life. If word gets around between the girls that you're a master of the oral arts, you'll both be so oversexed you won't be able to walk."

What could I do? I nodded. Both to being willing to teach and to the fact that men with oral skills are popular.

Ask Cepos.

Lanita motioned for me to lie back on the bed. She had both boys kneel on the bed and bring their faces close to watch. That put their cocks right within my reach.

They both jumped a bit when I started stroking their cocks, just a little. Lanita did a great job narrating some pretty incredible skills. She had me up and over, which inadvertently led to me being a little more aggressive with my stroking, which led to two loads of cum all over my tits and pussy. It made Lanita laugh.

"Moving on to lesson two, cleanup," said Lanita. "This is a lab class, so do what I do."

She moved up a little and licked a swath of cum off my stomach. She moved up farther and kissed it to me.

Oh no. Now she is cum covered, too. She rolled onto her back next to me.

The boys are quick studies. They licked up every drop of cum. Some went to me. Some went to Lanita.

"You can kiss it to each other, too," said Lanita, in a throaty voice.

And they did.

Damn that was hot.

Finally we were clean and Lanita pushed Nelio on his back and straddled his legs.

"Last chance," said Lanita. "Do you still want to do this?"

A vigorous nod from Nelio almost made me laugh. Lanita lifted up. Alonso lifted up Nelio's cock, to his surprise, but that was quickly replaced with joy as Lanita slid right down. She settled down and stopped, to moans from Nelio. She held up a finger and he smiled. She motioned for Alonso to lay back next to Nelio and then pointed at me.

I take direction well. Yes, I confirmed he wanted to.

Now we're both gently bouncing.

"You boys can kiss," said Lanita. Oh, they did. So did Lanita and me.

So far, so good.

"Your first time you should cum in a woman," said Lanita. Well, that set them both off.

And then she taught them the advanced class in cleanup.

I need a nap.

By the time we were clean, surprise, they're both hard.

"OK," said Lanita. "Lots of choices. We could swap, which would be fun. Although there is another option. You could fuck each other."

You could see the interest and trepidation.

"There is an interest but you both think the other is too big," I said, and they nodded.

"Would a demonstration help?" I asked. They both thought a moment and then nodded.

That's when Cepos walked in. Naked.

And pretty damn hard.

"Cepos," I said. "You're going to fuck me in the ass to show them how it is done."

"While that is a fine suggestion and visually appealing, given the three of us are a trio, it feels like demonstrating on me would break down an upcoming barrier," said Lanita.

Cepos looked at me and I laughed.

"Sounds like a plan," I said. Lanita got on her knees and I handed lube to Cepos. I narrated the steps all the way to Cepos being just buried in her ass. Alonso hopped up next to Lanita and waved to Nelio. Cepos handed the lube to Nelio.

It seemed like a good time to slide under Alonso. Yes, he's a fast learner. I was bucking all over the bed. I licked and sucked him but was careful. Just a little edging. After all, next he's going to fuck Nelio.

And he did.

Being young men, they recovered fast.

So we taught them DP. No, Cepos and I weren't involved.

You followed me, right?

Finally we all laid back, exhausted.

"The others went home," said Cepos. "It was spectacular."

"I guess our business meeting had to be rescheduled," I said.

"All taken care of," said Cepos.

I love my bro.

"This was amazing, but now we go back to Louisville and won't have the opportunity," said Lanita. "If only you owned the school district."

Oh, we waited her out.

Finally she smiled.

"I'll just need the right contact information," she said.

Which is how the kingdom ended up owning all the schools in metro Louisville. It turns out a Republican state enjoys sex, too.

A lot.

We'll come back to the rest of this story. Right now, I need a nap.

The Porsche Challenge

Luke here with Cassie. I guess I didn't need to say that last part. I'm always with Cassie. She's my soulmate.

That sounded like a stalker, didn't it? I just mean we like to be together. That sounds so much better. After all. Pregnant.

What a weird silly tangent. I guess I should mention I am a bit late in posting this. Cassie is not pregnant again. Not yet. We do want more kids. Maybe when I am 11 or so.

It was time for some racing! No, no not a real race like F1. On Aether, on our track. I sent out a family text that we were having a race in the Porsche Cup cars in an hour and needed four drivers. First reply first served.

I'm glad I put that last part. I got a lot of replies. In the end, they all decided to come, and everyone would get some seat time. We decided to make it an elimination challenge. The first three in any race keep their car and the other five go to new drivers.

Yeah that many people replied. The first four cars were filled for the first race. I'll get back to that. The next four up were Grace, Orlando, Ruby, and Elena. We were meeting in 45 minutes. They needed a little time. Elena was in Athens. Ruby was in Spain. Orlando and Grace were in New York.

See? We needed 45 minutes.

Cassie and I were already there with our other two drivers.

Jessica and Bill. They'd kept their driving secret let alone their racing. Belen had worked with them to build GT3 Cup cars that they could drive. They would get to drive all day because no one else was short enough to drive them. How backwards is that?

Of course the CEO of Dionysus Motors built special cars for the 5 year olds. She understood. After all, she is only 12.

They are amazing cars. I've seen them run before. We saw then before the Montreal F1 race. What a race that was. Lewis Hamilton was quite competitive with Morgan even though they're teammates. After all, he was the big dog of F1 until Morgan came along. They're friendly teammates and fierce competitors. Of course their cars are evenly matched, given they both drive for Mercedes AMG.

He hasn't beaten her yet. Race or practice.

That has to be tough. At least she is 20 now and pretty well known. Their team was still dominating Ferrari, to their frustration. I did find it funny since Belen owns both manufacturers. She let them compete. She thought it was good for both brands.

Back to today. We are at the track now and there seems to be a pretty spirited discussion between the little sibs and Mom and Dad. I couldn't hear but finally I saw Mom throw up her hands and walk away. I walked over to the kids.

"Was she pissed you were driving?" I asked. Jessica and Bill both laughed.

"No. She just didn't think it was fair that only the two of us could drive our cars, so we got to be in every race," said Bill. "We see her point, but we can't help that we are little. We figured we will just be sure we are in the top 3 every race."

You have to love their confidence. Just then two more Cup cars pulled up. Mom and Dad hopped out.

"Now it is fair," announced Mom. No one said a word. Mom can be, um, strident. We will go with strident. I still laugh, watching Mom and Morgan together. They're so close in age and both adults but it is clearly a mother/daughter relationship. Mom and Dad are amazing. Just look at me.

Did I mention Nylah and Colby were racing, too? No problem, there. The adjustable pedals were enough for them. Because every Porsche Cup race should have four kids that are barely school age.

Right?

We are not in Nebraska anymore.

We drew lots. The first race, now that we had ten cars, were Jessica, Bill, and me since it was our idea. No Cassie, given the pregnancy, which she was taking well. I have no idea where Mom found two more cars. I don't think she can just conjure them up.

Can she?

Grace, Orlando, Ruby, and Elena, as I mentioned. The last three cars were Nylah, Caralyn, and Mom. Given Mom was pretty amped up at this point, it was going to be interesting.

That was one competitive race. It was vicious. Lots of aggression on the racecourse. A tad bit of frustration if not outright anger. Remember the top 3, not counting Jessica and Bill, kept their cars for the next race. Those that didn't were out until everyone had raced. That probably meant they were out for the day because a lot of drivers had arrived. You mention a friendly competition and we are there.

That can't surprise you.

The three that kept their cars were Grace, Ruby, and Nylah.

Mom was about 6 inches behind Nylah. Mom was leading going into the last turn, but Nylah wanted the win. You're probably expecting a dive underneath or something like Morgan's first cart race.

Nope.

You haven't seen racing until you've seen a 911 GT3 Cup car in a four-wheel drift. You'd think that would scrub speed, but her timing was flawless. The tires caught and she rocketed ahead, chasing down Mom at the finish line.

Was Mom mad that Nylah is insane? No, she congratulated her on the win. Mom was mad at herself.

I guess I should mention that Jessica came in 3rd so would have moved forward anyway.

Bill won the race.

Don't the 5-year-olds in your family?

The rest of the day was glorious. Good friends, good food, good fun.

With a particular emphasis on fun. Not everyone was racing at any given moment. They had to fill their time, right?

In the end we had a final race of the competitors with the ten best times. You'll notice I didn't say the 8 best plus Jessica and Bill. They locked down 1 and 2.

With Jessica edging out Bill by 3/100ths. Yes they got more chances but today was their idea.

I'll pass the pen to Jessica. She is upset about something and clearly doesn't feel that Morgan and Mom are helping her out.

We are on our own

Yeah, Jessica here. Fun day, yada yada. I'm pissed at Porsche and Formula 1. I entered four cars in the next Cup race. I followed every rule. My entries were rejected because Nylah, Colby, Bill, and I were deemed too young to compete. Now, Belen owns Porsche and Morgan owns F1, but they were staying out of it and I can't blame them.

But not only no, but hell no.

I pointed out age was not a rule.

They still said no.

I pointed out that my family owned Porsche.

They said no. They got credit for that last no. That took some cojones. So I suggested a challenge race. In Germany. Around the 'ring. They could choose their drivers and I would lease the track and we would bring our cars.

They pushed back that they did not have a Cup car available. I promised to bring two and their driver could pick.

Whoever in our group beat their driver was in. I even offered they could bring two drivers. Their Germanic sense of competition won out. It was a little unfair. The four of us had hundreds of laps around our duplicate of the ring. I guess we would see how accurate that was. Spoiler alert. Identical.

Which is how I found myself floating down into the infield of the famous 'ring in an E-101 with 6 cars in the hold. If they were surprised that we were the drivers of the cars, just wait until they found out I was the pilot with Bill in the right seat.

I didn't mention we both had an E-82. They just wouldn't hold six cars. In hindsight we should have all brought an E-82. After all we were making points.

I could spend paragraphs telling you about the race but suffice it to say all four of us beat their factory drivers. They were dicks about it, too. They accused us of giving them inferior cars, so Nylah and Colby traded cars with them, and we redid the race.

It didn't change the outcome. We were better drivers. The man, and you knew it was a man, that runs the Porsche Challenge program begrudgingly gave his approval. He wasn't happy about it.

The audience was. Kids like us were changing the world and people like it.

And the cars are fun as fuck. OK, maybe not quite as fun as that, but fun.

Race day

OK, this time I have to laugh. Jessica here. Remember the dick that wouldn't let us in the races? Well, still a dick. Yes, we're good drivers, but it is our first challenge race. We should be in the lowest class.

We're not. We ended up with eight cars in the race. Well, you own eight cars...

The challenge races within the family were likely more competitive than this race was going to be.

He spread us out. He put Bill and me in the highest class. Now, I suppose it could have been altruistic and he wanted us to show well in all the classes.

Nah.

He wanted to embarrass us. Well guess what?

Not embarrassed. It's time for our race. Want to know the outcome of the prior races? Mom won the lowest class. She laughed that she was in that class and then just creamed everyone else.

Except Nylah. Mom got her revenge and beat Nylah by less than a half car length. It was a quite a race to the end. 1-2.

In the next class up, Colby beat Dad. It wasn't quite as close, but less than a car length. 1-2.

Finally, in the class below ours, it was Chris edging out Leslie. Oh boy, there were fireworks. 1-2.

When we lined up for the start, with Bill on the pole and me next to him, I noticed a familiar car in the third spot and went over and talked to him. His name is Reynaldo, and he seems nice. At least he was willing to talk to me. Some of the drivers weren't. One spit on my shoes.

Don't spit. It's damn near our only rule.

"So, Reynaldo," I said. "This car looks familiar. Didn't I see it in the Class 4 race?" He laughed a bit.

"Yes, but my son didn't do very well," said Reynaldo. "He seems to have gotten his ass kicked by a young woman and her daughter."

We were in English to this point, but I discovered he was from Brazil, so I switched to Portuguese.

"You speak Portuguese flawlessly," said Reynaldo. "With a Sao Paolo accent."

"Thank you," I said. "Most of us speak quite a few languages."

"Quite a few?" he said, switching to Spanish. I laughed.

"Not exactly a tough one," I responded, in Spanish.

So he switched to Italian. I replied in German. He laughed and replied in French.

I switched to Mandarin.

He kept up. I was impressed. He switched to Russian.

"Dude," I said. "You have to know who my brother is," in Russian. Then we hit a language he didn't know.

I switched to Yoruba. From my squeaky little voice, it sounded ridiculous.

"You speak Yoruba!" he said. "I recognize it, but don't know it. That is so obscure." I admit I laughed.

"How many languages do you speak?" he asked.

"It depends on what you consider fluent, but as least 45," I said.

He just stared down at me. Yes, down. I'm little.

But the point of the conversation was that the same car was entered in two classes.

We could have entered 32 drivers. Oh boy.

Bill and I raced so close. It was fun, and spirited, and downright vicious. We both could have filed complaints against the other. Let's just say our cars didn't come out unscathed. Damn it was fun. We ended up in the first two places, of course.

One of us won.

No, I'm not being nice. I'm pissed. He kicked my ass by almost a meter. Three feet.

That was a huge win. Once we got into the pits, we saw why. I had damn near no tire remaining on the left rear. The last tap Bill gave me pushed the fender into the tire. I drove the last two laps on basically the cord.

OK, bro. You can have the win. You know most parents might have been upset that one of their children intentionally hit the other in their $300K cars.

Not Mom. Bill got praised for his aggression. I beat him there, though. I got a hug for being safe. If that tire had blown...

OK, Bill got a hug, too. We hug. Oh, we're not done with the weekend. There are two important races tomorrow. I'll pass the pen and Mom can talk about tonight. Us littles won't be there, but some of our friends are here, too. BJ and CJ, Chloe and Ben's twins. They're our besties. They're a little shyer, so we don't write about it. Remember? Littles have to give explicit permission to post, and we don't. Cynthia, who is Sindy's daughter is here. So is Keith, who is Nyle's kid. I laughed, because Sindy is here, but Nyle couldn't. So we took his son with us. To Japan.

Sure. Then again, they've been living by themselves in Korea.

Last up? Nan. Oh hell, you knew Nan was with us. Just use your imagination. We're havin' fun.

What a day, what a night

Mom here. You know. Amy. This weekend I am mostly Mom. My kids are racing in three different races. Oh, I got to race, too. Yay me! I laughed at what Jessica wrote, because it is true. Yes, we know we're fortunate, and most people would consider their kids banging up cars to be an issue, but the money isn't important to us and we love their competitiveness. Just getting to race was cool. They do have a good group of friends. There are things I don't need to know, but they're working on something together. Whenever I check on them, they're sitting in front of the TV, reviewing complex math calculations or working on a section of wireframe for something. And arguing. A lot. The last time I walked in there was a shouting match and Nan was the loudest. I knew I needed to leave quickly.

Arguing dumps adrenaline.

Adrenaline will quickly send them in a different direction. I laugh because they love these arguments. They get their brains racing on the problem, and then, um, work it out. Jessica dances around the words, while blushing, which makes me laugh, but I've figured out that someone often solves the problem over which they're arguing.

During their orgasm.

Which, to me, seems pretty obvious.

So anyway. We had a nice big group at our Tokyo apartment. A splitting at the seams size group. We like that. I'm not going to list everyone, or everything, because it would fill chapters. While that's not necessarily a bad thing, we have concerns that readers will try to duplicate things at home and hurt themselves. We're trained athletes, folks.

Also, I'm lazy. That's a lot of writing. It interrupts my fucking. OK, and other things, but mostly my fucking.

Fucking, fucking, fucking.

Sorry. It's just such a nice word and tonight it will be used frequently.

I'm actually excited about later. Rylee came up to Bob and me at the beginning of the party.

"Bob, you need to save yourself. At least four, we need at least four," said Rylee. "For the small after party. Mums the word." Then she turned and walked away, swaying her hips with exaggeration. I admit, Bob and I just stood there quietly, holding hands, until she turned the corner.

There is a lot of discussion of Rylee's tits, which does a disservice to her glorious ass. Although they are very fine tits.

Sorry, distracted by her ass and her tits. What the hell were they planning later?

I guess we'll find out.

Rylee is special. There is something lingering there, but we'll just let it play out.

The party was still going pretty strong, but you could tell people were wearing out when some loud music started playing. Almost a march. The crowd parted. Rylee walked through the crowd. Rylee was wearing leather. Leather crotchless panties to be exact. With fishnet stockings held up by leather garters.

Oh, that's all she was wearing, but she was carrying a crop and hold two leashes.

The leashes were connected to two studded collars. The collars were on two young women, who had on cat's ears headbands.

And nothing else.

Pari on her left.

Diane on her right.

Oh shit. You know how much we love all three and we dance around it a lot. Except Pari. We know. Tonight we were not dancing around it. Orlando and Leslie came out of the crowd, each carrying a collar and a leash. Chris followed with two cat's ears headbands. Orlando stood behind me and Leslie stood behind Bob. They pushed us down onto our knees and snapped on the collars. Chris put on the headbands. Orlando and Leslie handed the leashes to Rylee.

Uh oh.

"This was going to be a private party, but who doesn't love an audience," said Rylee. She turned and strode towards the big lounge on the balcony. Juanita and Ruby were lying on it, chatting, but they bailed out each side when they saw Rylee coming. She was moving fast, which meant the four of us were frantically crawling as fast as we could.

She wasn't fucking around.

Oh wait, she was fucking around. The next three hours were a blur.

Three hours.

You see, cats like to lick and clean things. Our role was cleanup. Over and over and over.

Yay!

Morning chaos

This is Bob. I got way too little sleep. I like sleep. I wanted more sleep. None of the five us are racing today. We couldn't. We physically couldn't. I have a huge bruise on my hip, one on my left arm, and a black eye. My left eye. No, it didn't get brutal, and nobody hit me. Our sex was that athletic. We were slamming into each other with abandon. I got the black eye when I was lying on the bed with Pari bouncing up and down on me. Right next to me, hips touching, was Amy, with Diane bouncing up and down on her. A double-ended dildo, you know. Rylee was using that crop on all four of us.

Suddenly Amy had a huge orgasm. As in thrashing around the bed, almost bucking Diane off. In the process, she threw her arms out a bit.

Her elbow connected to my eye. The funny thing is I felt it, and it hurt, but at the time, both Pari and I were cumming just as hard.

Diane, too.

That's when I got the other two bruises, too, I think. I am not completely sure.

I am proud of one thing though. I had enough in me for two each. Do the math. Amy, Pari, Diane, Rylee.

Two.

One of my best nights.

No way in hell I could run a race.

This morning was the Ferrari challenge race. Remember the race yesterday where Jessica found out the same car could run more than once? She had been busy last night registering more drivers. She registered 24 more drivers, to be precise. She knew exactly who could do what and put them in the right classes. I laughed that she registered in the top class and put Bill there, too.

She really ripped through our drivers to fill those slots. We had a lot of people in the apartment, but not all are qualified race drivers. I did laugh that she didn't register any of the five of us, even though we're all competitive drivers.

Don't know what she knew. Don't know how she knew. Don't want to know.

Oh, I'm kidding. She and Bill were part of the audience and giving Rylee suggestions. We don't hide it from them. I admit I did notice that when Jessica led her friends off, she took the crop.

I'm sure it was past any registration deadline, but the Ferrari Challenge folks seemed to understand it would improve the races. Hell they put out a 0600 press release announcing the expanded field and naming the drivers. I chatted with the race director before the first race and he said it was the largest crowd to ever see a Challenge race, regardless of brand, and the highest percentage of total seats filled, too.

People came early for the races.

The races were races. You've read too many to get a lot of excitement out of the races. Fast, competitive, fun. In the four races, two people other than our drivers cracked the top 3, both in 3rd. Both had won three consecutive races in their class.

Sorry, guys.

I did have to laugh, because after the race, but before the F1 race, the head of Mercedes' F1 program came up to Amy and me, with Belen in tow. He wanted to put Bill in their spare car in today's race.

"Why Bill?" asked Amy. "He came in second to Jessica." The dude started spouting some surprisingly misogynistic shit. In Italian. Can he be that stupid?

Yep.

"Oh hell, no," said Belen, in Italian.

"Yeah, that wasn't cool," said Amy, also in Italian. Which left me to say something witty.

I hate being put on the spot.

"You're an idiot," I said, in Italian. Short, to the point, and factual. That's me. Belen turned to us.

"He meant to say Jessica," said Belen, through clenched teeth. Why she chose Farsi for that sentence, I don't know, but sure.

"No, dear," said Amy. "Not yet. Who is your second choice that is more reasonable?"

"So Bill's out of the question, too?" she said, laughing, in Swahili. What? I looked around.

Got it. Eavesdroppers. They were still trying to hear but looking confused.

"I do," said Belen. "But we had to try." In Mandarin. Her Mandarin has really helped with her acquisitions in China.

Which is how Nan got to run an F1 race. Apparently her parents are not as overprotective. Now, Mercedes is dominating at the moment, but 1-2-3 with Morgan, Lewis, and Nan had to be embarrassing to the other teams. My favorite shot is all three of them on the top level of the podium. Lewis has his right arm around Morgan and his left hand on Nan's hip.

Nan was on his shoulders. They're all laughing.

Nan looks so cute in her fire suit. Yeah, yeah, not 9. I can still appreciate future fun, right? It's not like I'll be 30 yet when she turns 9.

OK, maybe I should fantasize less about Nan.

Nah. Nan is amazing. If some idiot hadn't set the rules at 9. Oh. My bad. No, that's not fair. It's the right answer. Sometimes it just sucks.

Or more accurately, doesn't suck.

The after party

Nan here. Damn that was fun. I admit, I had a small orgasm when I crossed the start/finish line in 3rd. There is no shame in coming in third behind Morgan and Lewis. There is shame coming in behind me. Come on. I'm tiny and I'm 7.

Bob fantasizing about me didn't bother me. Hell, I can't wait until I'm 9, too. He's on my first day list, but in second behind my dad. I love my dad and want to love my dad. Mom, too, of course.

But Bob and Amy are next. The list is long. I'm OK with that.

"So what do I get for coming in 3rd?" I asked the group.

"Anything you want, Nan," shouted Orlando.

"I want an exception for Bob and Amy, for the night," I said. I knew the answer, but you can't blame a girl for trying.

"No, honey," said Amy. "That's a line we won't cross and please understand it is not a lack of desire."

"I know," I said. "But it sucks."

"Tell me about it," said Jessica, which broke up the room.

So I jumped up on the table.

"I declare a gangbang for an age appropriate subset of you," I called out.

"A gangbang for an age appropriate subset!" yelled the crowd. OK, that made me laugh. I was already naked, so I did a little wiggle.

A lot of people moaned.

"Amy, get your ass up here," I shouted. Amy laughed and climbed up on the table. Amy, naked, is glorious. I didn't even have to explain.

"I, too, declare a gangbang for age appropriate people, but if you're available to us both, Nan goes first," said Amy, smiling at me. She's nice that way. But given there were a couple hundred people in the apartment, I think we're good.

Damn good.

I'm setting a personal record tonight, and my previous personal record was pretty damn close to triple digits.

Yay me!

I'll just leave it that it was a record that will be difficult to break. I suspect I will on my birthday.

My ninth birthday.

An age appropriate subset

Bill here. Mom gave exceptions to Jessica and me. It is not like they were all used up after just Nan and Mom. Some couldn't even be with Mom!

We are happy to help. We kind of set the tone when Colby power fucked me on a lounge. We like it a lot. I lie on the lounge and he gets on his knees beside the lounge. It puts him at the perfect height. Nylah, Karolina, and Jessica all helped. My favorite of the night was riding Luke cowgirl. Or cowboy. Jessica sat down on Luke's chest, facing me, and slid forward until I slid in. If you have any interest, at least visually, in younger kids, then you can imagine how simply spectacular it is. Particularly given Karolina is on Luke's face and taking turns with Nylah kissing me.

That was the appetizer for the night. Whoo wee.

We'll just leave it that everyone slept well.

I'm proud of Gina

I really am proud of her. She has grown so much. Seeing her with Kevin and their shared joy is amazing. Orlando here.

Did anyone mention they got married? I'm not surprised if they didn't. They're pretty reserved about sharing. More power to them.

Anyway. Gina is doing well with her music but has really stepped into a role she loves. Producing. Yes, just like me. We both like performing but don't love crowds and helping others is fun.

Her confidence is still a bit low and even though I have gently prodded her, she hasn't taken the lead on a project yet. She will when she is ready. Everyone just loves working with her.

Which leads me to a hilariously embarrassing story. I love Ava Max's music but don't really know her yet. We've met at events, but nothing more than that. I had to laugh because at the last industry event Jay Z came up to me and basically bitched me out that his clients were leaving and signing up with us. I thought he was kidding at first, but he was serious.

It didn't help that a reporter from Vanity Fair overheard the conversation and reported it.

You whine to somebody in public and you're fair game.

He is still mad at me. No, it's gotten worse. I'm producing Beyonce's next album. That does have to hurt when your wife signs on with a competitor.

Yeah a tangent but it is hilarious. Maybe I'll invite him to lunch. Mend fences and all.

So back to Ava. Her agent had reached out to us about producing her next album. When we get a contact from a name, meaning someone successful, I try to reach out directly. It is kind of my thing. The personal touch. We work with their agents but after I make sure there is some chemistry. You might be surprised at the people I've declined to work with.

I only work with people I like. Otherwise there is too much drama. I don't always mean in that way, come on. Sometimes. Usually.

So I called Ava. She appeared confused and a little embarrassed.

"Ava, I know we have barely met but I'm big on honesty in a working relationship," I said. "Something is bothering you. What is it?"

"There is a little confusion. I do want to work with OMG, but my agent was supposed to be clear that I wanted to work with Gina," she said. I admit I laughed a bit.

"That's great!" I said. "You will simply love her. She is amazing. I'll help in any way that I can."

"Thanks, that's nice, but I find I can only really be myself in the studio when it is an all women crew. Can you accommodate that?" she said. "My current producer can't."

"Is there anyone beyond Gina that you'd like to work with? They don't have to be on our OMG team. Either someone you've worked with or someone you know of from Dionysus?"

"I can do that?" she said.

"Ava, this is your music. You can do absolutely anything you want, and we will try our best to make it happen," I said. She laughed.

"That's why you're the best. I require a gallon of M&M candies a day and they must all be blue," she said. She sounded serious.

"Consider it done," I said. Serious or not they were going to be in the studio when she arrived, and another gallon was showing up every day.

"I was kidding!" she said. I don't care. She's getting blue M&Ms.

"For that matter, who would you like to collaborate with on tracks? We may be able to arrange it," I said. She laughed.

"You want my dream list?" she said.

"Sure," I said. "Start with your top 5."

"In no particular order. No, that's not fair. Number one is Grace and you're number two. Honestly, I'd simply love to collaborate with Gina. Any chance you can pull those three off?" I laughed.

"Confidence is high," I said. "Now give me five."

"Lil Nas X, Halsey, Young Thug, Kelsie Ballerini, Elton John," she said.

"That is an eclectic list," I said, and she laughed.

"You asked," she said. I like her already.

"I'll reach out but I'm confident on three. Probable on one. Don't know the fifth but have some contact," I said.

"Don't know Elton?" she said, laughing again.

"Oh, he is one of the three. He is over at our place in London all the time," I said.

"Oh sure. I have no doubt," she said. Ooh. I love the snark.

"Hold on a sec, OK?" I said. "I'm going to add someone to the call."

I hit his cellphone and he picked right up. I conferenced Ava in.

"Ava, let me do an introduction to Sir Elton John," I said. "He is on the line with us."

"A pleasure to speak with you, Ava," said Elton. "I love your work." He went on to comment on several of her tracks including one on her self-published first album. Heck, I sure didn't know it.

"Ava, didn't you have something to ask Elton?" I said. There was silence for a bit and then Elton laughed.

"Just spit it out, girl. I don't bite. Much." said Elton laughing. We heard her take a deep breath.

"I have a song I wrote a long time ago specifically to work with you. I'd be honored if you'd listen to it," she said.

Elton laughed again.

"Why don't we get together and see how it works?" said Elton. "Is Orlando producing? That's great, but if it were me, I would go with Gina."

Hey what am I?

They wandered off on a tangent just chatting away. I interrupted and asked Ava to call Gina tomorrow. We'd have everyone lined up.

"Before I hang up. Who do you want to work with Gina?" I said.

"Leslie," she said.

"Consider it done," I said. I left her with Elton, and they were just jabbering away. I think they are new BFFs.

All lined up

I guess I should tell Gina. And Leslie. Oops. I should have asked Gina first.

She was hot. So we all went out to dinner. Grace and me, Gina and Kevin, and Leslie. Leslie came stag. Hunter and Hallie wanted a night together.

We sat down and chatted and ordered. I dragged us back to the topic at hand reluctantly.

"I am so sorry, Gina," I said. "I thought you were ready. You've been talking about it and she asked for you specifically and wouldn't work with me."

"She what?" said Gina. I ended up telling the whole story to the appropriate laughter. I was going to get teased for a bit. Worth it. Gina's a star.

"She insists that I produce, wants me on a song, and you're really having a gallon of blue M&Ms sent every day," said Gina.

I thought about it for a minute. That was a lot of questions.

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

"How does one get a gallon of blue M&Ms?" asked Leslie.

"That's my secret, but I apologize in advance for your children's sugar high," I said, smiling. I am not sure she believed me. I'll never tell. You have to do something with the other colors.

"But why me?" asked Gina. We all just sat there looking at her. We weren't being mean, but we all knew the answer to the question, and we didn't need to explain it to her. She needed to find the answer herself.

She finally sighed.

"Can I do this?" she asked. Sorry, sounded rhetorical to us.

Finally, she smiled.

"I can do this," she said.

Then she frowned.

"I can't do this," she said. "Ava specifically wants an all-girl crew. What if she found out?" We waited for a bit, but I wasn't sure she was going to get there. Finally, I jumped back in.

"Gina, you're a girl," I said. "That's clearly established. The question is how you want to handle it. I wouldn't expect your recording session to include you stripping down, so the odds of her finding it out are slim. That said, it's probably information you should share, either privately, or maybe this is the time to do it publicly. That's your call. I'm comfortable calling her and explaining the situation if you'd like."

We all sat quietly while she digested it.

"No," she said. "I'll make the call." I held out my phone, on the right contact. She hit the dial button.

"Hi," said Gina. "It's Gina. Orlando told me about our working together and I couldn't be more thrilled. To get to perform with you is an added honor."

All we heard was Gina laughing, but that seemed good.

"I did want to cover one thing," said Gina. "It's not secret, but not that public, that I am a male to female transexual." Gina was quiet for a second and then laughed.

"Yes, it is, and if that's an invitation, then the answer is enthusiastically yes."

We waited, as Ava clearly said something.

"Perfect. I'll pick you up personally," said Gina. "Just give me your address. No need to pack much, we have everything here. We've got a nice home, with a caretaker and cook. You're welcome to use it as much as you like, or one of our pilots can drop you off somewhere any time you want."

Ava said something and Gina laughed.

"That's a good option, too," she said, and they ended the call. Gina looked up and we were all staring.

"I'm picking her up tomorrow," she said. Oh God, we all wanted to ask. It was tearing us up. Gina just sat there smiling. Then she laughed.

"You guys are amazing. I love you so much. I really do," said Gina. "You want to ask so bad but you're too fucking nice to do it. God I love you."

Then she stopped talking. Finally Leslie changed the subject.

And that was that.

Keep them wondering

They're going to be really disappointed that she had asked if Orlando would really deliver blue M&Ms. Apparently she just loves blue M&Ms. I assured her he would.

That was it. Let them wonder. Let's be mysterious.

Leslie will find it hilarious. Ava didn't give a shit that I have a cock. As she put it, anatomy does not make the girl.

I'm stealing that one.

I'm on my way to pick her up right now. I guess I never mentioned the whole plane in your yard thing. She probably assumed I was nearby. I was, but only because everywhere is nearby. I dropped down in front of her house. By the time the stairs dropped, she was coming out of her house, wearing a backpack. We did the introductions, and I met her boyfriend. She didn't say a word about the space plane. I admit I was surprised. She gave her boyfriend a reluctant kiss, and not a very good one, and ran on board.

Something was up.

I closed the door and put her in the passenger seat and took off. About two hundred feet off the ground she screamed.

"It's a fucking space plane!" said Ava. "Can we go into space?" I just smiled and nodded.

"I've never been to a Gamma resort," said Ava, in quite the sultry voice.

"What's up with the boyfriend?" I asked.

"You noticed?" said Ava, and I nodded.

"He won't fucking leave," said Ava. "I am so done with him and he just says no when I ask him to move out."

"If I had someone that could remove him, would you be OK with that?" I asked and she laughed.

"Oh yeah," she said. "In the most humiliating way possible. He's gone because he took a swing at me. Never again."

"Tell me about it," I said.

"Shit. Look at me and my petty boyfriend problems," said Ava. "I'm sure you've been through worse."

"Actually, I have no complaints. Yes, I was given a hard time when we lived in the US, but my parents didn't put up with it and moved to Robertville when I was 11. I've been Gina ever since. I met Orlando on my third day here and he took me under his wing."

"Under his wing?" asked Ava, with a smile.

"Do you understand anything about our world?" I asked. Ava got serious for a minute.

"You know, the rumors are a bit crazy, so it is hard to separate fact from fiction," said Ava. "I know I've been sexual for a long time. In fact, I would have just fit into your rules."

"I do love sex," she said, quietly. "But I have to be so careful. This whole damn Ava Max thing."

"So if you could spend an afternoon having unlimited sex with a ton of people that you knew would absolutely keep your confidence, that would appeal to you?" I asked.

She looked at me thoughtfully.

"Not to be forward but would that include you?" she said. "I hope."

"That's not forward," I said. "That's showing an honest interest. While you're here, be honest. Just follow the rules. If you see someone that attracts you, walk up to them and suggest something in particular. A blowjob, 69, a good fuck. You might get not now but you'll rarely get no."

"It's that simple?" she asked. I just nodded. She moaned. We're used to it.

"Orlando?" she asked. I nodded. She had a list. Grace, Bob, Ruby, Hunter, it went on through most of the extended family. She knew us all pretty well. Yes, Kevin was on the list, too, specifically as a threesome.

I'm OK with that. I just kept nodding.

"You can answer for all of them?" she asked. This is a pretty common question.

"I can't guarantee they will, but the likelihood is high. We all like sex. A lot. It is literally our culture," I said.

"9?" she said. I knew what she meant.

"Yes, for you," I said. "Not for me. I'm not 18 yet." Yeah, we both moaned at that.

"Carlina and Tegan," she said. Or croaked.

"Together," I said. I think she had a little orgasm. This girl is fun. She'll like Carlina and Tegan, too. Are you kidding?

We weren't in any hurry. We never try to rush the process. Why would we? We don't need the money and basically do it for fun. If it takes longer, we have more fun. So, no pressure. We donate all the fees to charity anyway.

I took us up high and we floated around and laughed. Then I showed her the socks. Yes, I have permission to share all this. It turns out that my cock is quite convenient. She also gives incredible head. Well, get that first one out of the way. She seemed to appreciate my oral skills, too. More than once.

"Approaching dock," announced Alexa.

Ava lifted her head from the couch a little too quickly and floated off the couch. Laughing.

I turned on the gravity and we walked into the cockpit and sat down. In front of us was the space station.

Ava just stared and then looked at me.

"Shouldn't we put on clothes?" she asked.

"We could," I said. "Or." I made that word about six syllables.

"We could go in naked and fulfill some of your fantasies," I said. She smiled and put on her seatbelt.

We pulled into the dock at the family quarters and walked in.

To Bob just pounding Pari, with Amy underneath. Pari looked up and screamed. Ava looked a little startled. Pari jumped up.

To Bob and Amy's surprise. Pari ran over and took Ava's hand and pulled them over.

"Best you'll ever have," said Pari. Ava's eyes got big, but she kneeled over Amy.

"I need your consent," said Bob. Ava looked over her shoulder.

"I'm on my knees naked," said Ava. "Isn't that enough?"

"No," said Bob. "Affirmative consent. But Gina can show you how to make the process easier. Later." The last word came out in a growl.

"You can do anything you want. You too," said Ava, to Bob and then Amy and finally Pari. She looked at me.

"Can that just apply to everyone?" asked Ava. I nodded and she cackled.

And backed up on Bob's cock. Leaving me with nothing to do.

Oh wait. A little lube and I was just pounding Bob, to Ava's delight.

Ava's fun.

Then Pari started pounding me and that strap-on is big.

I'm going to have fun, too

This is Leslie. Fun with Della. No, not that. Well, yes, that, but this first. Remember the boyfriend?

We're fixing the problem.

We're about to land. Imagine us in our uniforms. Classic marine combat uniform. The desert version. Khaki camo. Combat boots. I guess the fact that the shirts are tight T-shirts might be a little different. Very tight. I know I look good, but Della is a vision. Nipple bumps bordering on puffies.

In a tight T-shirt.

Della is the boss of the Zeta program now and that can't possibly surprise you. Her dad Bentley still runs training and is her XO.

It is a joy to see. Off duty, he is dad in every way. Just a wonderful guy and an amazing parent. She defers to him and lets him be dad. Of course, it is our culture, so they're close. Damn fun, too.

But when they walk through the door and back into their military roles, she is ma'am and the boss. She is small, and smart, and viciously strong. Pound for pound, she is the strongest person I have ever met and even not considering her size, she is probably Top 4, and I'd have to work on the Top 3.

Dad and Orlando. That might be it.

But she's faster than they are.

And I'm talking blisteringly fast. I've seen her do the long jump, too.

And I'm not describing what she can do with her powers. Nope. She's a freak of nature.

There is nothing more amazing than watching her spar with Pari. They both know a dozen or more forms of martial arts and there are no boundaries. Remember, they're both so strong that they're essentially invulnerable.

Their fights are brutal. Then they laugh, fuck, and take a shower.

With whatever cocks are available. When they're done battling, they're freaking insatiable. I'll come back and tell the story of last Sunday. We were out on the water on one of the small starships. It was pretty full. It's a new thing and anyone is invited from anywhere. Show up and you're in. Now, that means you have to be part of our culture somewhere, but if you wanted to come, you just said so in the app and a plane picked you up.

Anyway, they put on an exhibition fight.

The rest of the story I'll put in another chapter. There were a lot of people.

So back to us. Khaki camos. A Velcro strap across our chest. On the Velcro was strapped an ion gun. We have small ones in our earrings that would vaporize an attacker, but these send such a stronger message. They could also vaporize Staples Center, but that's a different point.

You're picturing us, aren't you? Did you remember our helmets? They're bad ass helmets.

I admit, Della's and my gun don't point in exactly the same direction. Mine has to go over a small mountain.

My left breast. Nothing says woman more than her ion gun being right out there like that.

Then again, Della has never looked sexier.

Never. And I've seen her naked. While doing things with her. And others. Often.

We landed in Ava's front yard, with the nose of the plane pointing at the front door. Now, you're expecting an F-81 or even a new F-87.

Nope. The S-88 looks much more vicious. I mean Star Wars fighter in space. It has a delta wing shape with some interesting aerodynamic humps. That's it. Everything else is hidden, including the engines. It's damn near invisible even when we don't cloak.

Popping out of cloak is fun.

We knocked on the door and waited. We saw the curtains and he looked out at us, then the plane, then us.

Then he didn't answer the door. He laughed and walked away.

So Della vaporized the door. Poof. Just gone.

With Ava's permission, of course. We weren't even worried about taking shit from the local authorities.

We'd made Ava's property a consulate. Every police force knows to check on our website if we point it out.

Now, I did have to buy her house from her.

Worth it. I'd give it back when we're done.

We also let the LAPD know we were coming. Here they are now. All they know is that we're taking Markle with us. He wasn't born Markle. He's an aspiring actor. He actually picked Markle.

They stayed on the street. We went in and found him in the living room. He started throwing full bottles of liquor at us. Sorry, Ava. We vaporized all your booze.

I'm guessing she'll be OK with that.

Della finally went over, and he took a swing at her. Hey, she's little.

She caught his fist and twisted it behind his back and zip cuffed him.

I just watched. Della lives for this shit.

She didn't use any powers either. I said she was strong, remember? We marched him out to the street to show the officers that he was just fine.

As you can imagine, the two cops were torn on their desire to look at Della, who is quite small and clearly young or look at my tits.

My tits mostly won. Barely. For the male cop and the female cop.

"Hi," said Della. "I'm Della, the commander of our Zeta squadrons. This is our Minister of Defense, Leslie."

Now, I know they're staring at me. Not just the tits. OK, mostly the tits.

They know who I am.

"You can close your mouths," I said. "I'm just Leslie."

That's clearly when they caught the stars. On our collars. Della is the commander of the Zeta force. She's a one star. Me. Well. You know. Four stars. This part we love.

They both snapped to attention and saluted.

Della and I both laughed.

"Guys, we don't even know how to salute properly," said Della. "We hug. Put your hands down."

The woman officer, whose name tag says she is Sanava, spoke first.

"Permission to speak freely," she asked, and we laughed again.

"We don't do any of that shit," I said. "We just don't. It's all bullshit as far as we're concerned. We respect each other because we know we have each other's back. Command is command. We know who outranks who. We don't need showy bullshit. Della's right. We see each other, we hug. Sometimes, no most of the time, we fuck. We're just a friendly military."

"Did you say fuck?" said Douglas. Nametag, you know.

"Sure," said Della. "You step across that sidewalk and you're in Dionysus. We can all go in, strip down, and fuck away. Except him. No fucking for him. He'd just have to watch until we're done."

"I'm OK with that," he said, with a smile. Yeah, he would be.

"How old are you?" asked Sanava. Della laughed.

"12," said Della. "It's such a fun age. You'll enjoy it. My oral skills are excellent. Then again, Douglas, I am one hell of a fuck. So is Leslie. Do you have one in you for all three of us? Maybe two each?"

They appear to be confused.

"When are you off shift?" I asked.

"1800," said Douglas. We laughed again.

"That's the military in ya," said Della. "I like it when I have military in me."

Yes, she went there.

"Perfect," I said. "Meet us here at 1900. We'll go to dinner at HT. That's always fun. You never know who will be at the family table."

I could see Della doing the math.

"Top four fantasy fucks from our world," said Della. "No thinking about it. You know."

The table seats 12.

Sanava went first.

"Hunter, Bob, Orlando, Amai," said Sanava. "Sorry." She looked at me and I laughed.

"He'll be thrilled he got picked before Bob," I said. "Good choices. Amai is inspired."

"Amai will be inside her," said Della.

God, Dad will love that one. It didn't even rhyme well, but she was trying so hard.

"Douglas?" said Della.

"Leslie, Morgan, Amy, Sophia," said Douglas.

"Thank you," I said, hitting him with a mild smile. Can't waste one.

"But I don't count," I said. "You already get to fuck Della and me. One more."

He smiled and stood a little straighter.

"Amai," he said, instantly looking to see Sanava's reaction.

Sanava moaned. Oh. Then she rolled through a nice little orgasm.

Good for you, Sanava.

"That gives you a bonus, Sanava," said Della.

"Morgan," she said, and this time Douglas moaned.

"Good choice, but everyone on both lists is assumed to fuck you both," I said. Yeah, I was fucking with Douglas.

And he smiled. Then Sanava smiled.

"Cassie," said Sanava. They both moaned.

They're gonna be fun.

Then Sanava laughed.

"That was fun and all, but I don't think our spouses would approve," said Sanava. Hmm. And he was concerned about her opinion. I could go there, but it isn't my business. It's not like I see it as a problem.

"You sure about that?" asked Della. "What if they each have a Top 4, too?"

They both got glassy eyed for a bit, probably figuring out that it brought up to 18 the number of us they could fuck.

"Maybe," said Sanava. "But we both have a kid, too. No babysitter."

"Ages?" asked Della. Sanava and Douglas looked at each other.

"My daughter, Arbella, is 9," said Sanava.

"My son, Turner, is 11," said Douglas.

"Very fine ages," said Della. Then she smiled at them.

And waited.

There were basically two outcomes. The first is that they could object, loudly and vociferously.

They both moaned.

That's the other outcome.

Della looked back and forth between them.

"The adults already swap," she said. "You suspect the kids are fucking but you're pretending they're not."

They both blushed.

"Oh," said Della. "You know for a fact they're fucking." She looked at them hard.

"OK," said Della. "Lust, not action. That's good. For now."

"All six of you," I said. "At 1900. It could be a fun dinner and nothing more. It could be the night of all of our lives."

"Wait," said Della. "Your spouses Top 4. No overlap."

They looked at each other.

"My wife, Jaslene, would be Tomas, Chris, Noah, and Diane," said Douglas.

"My husband's would be Pari, Carlina, Tegan, and Luca," said Sanava.

"Luca?" shouted Douglas. "We've been swapping for two years and he never mentioned an interest!"

"You didn't either, until today," said Sanava. Douglas thought about it.

"Point taken," he said, laughing.

Della looked back and forth between them for a bit.

"You know you're a quad, right?" asked Della.

That got her a stare.

Finally there was a small smile from Sanava.

"That would be cool," she said. Douglas responded, but a little differently. He got hard.

"Our kids could marry, too," said Sanava, softly. Douglas snorted.

"Eventually," said Douglas. I was so impressed.

Sanava waited him out. He looked confused.

Then he moaned again.

"If only," he said.

"Listen," said Della. "Let's have fun tonight, hopefully a lot of fun, and then talk."

"At one point, we were trying to say that we could just have dinner and nothing more," I said. "Take the time at dinner to talk to your spouses. If they all approve, I'll talk to your kids. Maybe naked."

Della laughed.

"You're both picturing her naked," said Della.

"Yes," they said together.

That was all they said.

"Oh come on," said Della.

"Jinx," said Douglas.

Then he looked confused.

"Save it," I said. "Do you have shifts this weekend?"

They both shook their heads no.

"If all goes well, plan on the weekend," I said.

"The weekend?" they both said. Sanava beat him to it.

Good for her.

"Let me confirm the list," said Della, holding up her phone. "Hunter, Orlando, Bob, Amai. Morgan, Amy, Sophia, Cassie. Tomas, Chris, Noah, and Diane. Pari, Carlina, Tegan, and Luca. Do I have that right?"

They both nodded. Della turned to me.

"You know they're all going to bring their partners," she said to me. I nodded. They moaned.

"OK," she said. "We'll pick you up. It's easier."

That's when we hustled the guy on the plane. No, we hadn't let him listen. We'd put him in a cone of silence. Yes, we have them, and yes that is what we call them.

Surely that can't surprise you.

Out to the desert

We flew Markle to the desert in Nevada. We landed and pulled him out.

He saw we were miles from anywhere.

"You'll have plenty of time to think about your behavior. Town is about 40 miles that way," I said, pointing in random direction. "It's too late tonight. It's going to be cold tonight, so you should dig a hole and cover as much of your body with sand as you can. Walk in the morning."

Then we left.

Come on. You know us. There was a cloaked E-82 sitting about 50 meters away. If he got in trouble, they'd rescue him. Before it got too cold, someone would pick him up and drop him in Lubbock.

At his mom's house.

Who he hates.

Don't fuck with us, bro.

"What was that bullshit about digging a hole?" asked Della.

"Come on," I said. "You know the team is going to enjoy the hell out of watching him dig that hole with his fingers."

Then we both laughed and headed back to LA. I'd texted Sanava and Douglas that we'd pick them up at home. They were even next door neighbors.

How fun.

We ran back to the house and only had about an hour to get ready.

Five minute shower. Check.

Two minutes to dress. Check.

Fifty-three minutes in bed with Della. Priceless.

OK, that made no sense, but you get my point. Remember I mentioned she is a freak of nature. Imagine all that strength in that little body.

In bed.

I might actually be sore tomorrow.

We said we'd pick them up. We didn't say together. Or in a plane.

Who needs a plane to fly?

OK, I meant a car, but you're picturing Leslie and me zooming through the sky. Probably naked.

That is the way we usually do it. If anyone catches us flying, they'll have second thoughts about posting a nude photo of an underage girl. Perfect, isn't it?

I'm sure you figured out this is Della. I flew to Douglas' house in a nice Mercedes-AMG GT-S 63. The shooting brake. Yes, a wagon GT-S. Come on. Belen owns Mercedes. I'm pretty sure she makes a lot more wagons now.

Amy likes them.

Leslie is flying right next to me in a nice E-63S.

Wagon.

They're everywhere in our world. You open a garage, and you'll find a wagon or two.

Back on track. We landed at their houses. We laughed because their houses share an extra wide driveway. This will be handy when they all marry. Come on. We're involved. You know it is going to happen.

Both families spilled out of their house and it was Arbella that set the tone.

"Finally," she said. She walked right up to us.

"I'm Arbella," she said, offering her hand. Good for her.

"I recall that you don't ascribe to many of the rituals of the British Monarchy," said Arbella. "It seems your rituals are a lot more fun."

Well said, Arbella.

"Top 5?" asked Arbella.

"Four," responded Della.

"I suspect their choices were inspired, so perhaps we'll save ours for another time," said Arbella.

"Who says you get another time?" asked Leslie.

"Because we're in your world now," said Arbella. "It is what you do."

OK, it kind of is.

"You think your parents randomly meeting us has led to your being part of the world of Dionysus," said Leslie, with a little smirk.

"Yes," said Arbella. "Let me give you an example. My dad, Hector, and Turner's mom, Jaslene are seriously into cars. One of their perpetual arguments is which of these two cars is better. Dad likes the E63S, and Jaslene likes the GT-S. Given they're both built on the same platform, I think the entire argument is silly, but more power to them. I'm guessing you'll leave these cars given they're identical down to the smallest detail to their dream cars. Color, interior, options, even both with the Night package."

"Sure," said Leslie. "Why not."

"You didn't know these were their dream cars?" asked Turner. He had introduced himself as well. The parents are more reserved than the kids. Always.

Kids are the future. Says the 12-year-old.

"They were in the garage," said Leslie. Well sure.

"Are we far enough along that they can all marry, and Turner and I can get married?" asked Arbella.

"Sure," said Leslie. "Why not."

It was working for her.

"Isn't it time to purchase the remainder of the Los Angelas school district?" asked Turner.

We all turned to Leslie, who smiled.

"Sure," said Leslie. "Why not."

"We'd like to go to a Gamma resort," blurted out Sanava. She looked really sheepish.

"A girl can hope," said Sanava, to laughter from us all.

"Sure," said Leslie. "Why not." Her smirk is strong.

"You should offer us all positions on Zeta teams and the opportunity to form the core for teams based in California," said Arbella. Leslie looked thoughtful but turned to me. Being the boss and all.

"Sure," I said. "Why not."

That broke up the room, but it is a great idea.

And we spent the weekend at the Gamma resort on the space station. Let's just say their entire family is a lot closer now.

And it led to sex

Della here. A fun escapade with Leslie and yes, escapade. Time with Leslie is always fun. We solved Ava's problem and we fucked a lot. Fix a problem and fuck. It might be the mantra of our culture. They'll marry. We all know it.

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