The Call - Chapter 186 - The Wedding (2023-01-09)
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09 January 2023

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How do you top Notre Dame?

Especially after the horrible fire. The cathedral, not the university. Chloe was involved now. It would be perfect.

That pushed me off topic. That's pretty bad. I suppose I am a little jittery. You see, it's my wedding day.

This is Amy.

Confused yet? I'm not. This is an amazing day. It really is. Our first wedding was glorious and in a huge cathedral and just a few of us, including our three kids. We had three kids.

So long ago and not so long ago.

My second marriage is a royal wedding. No, it's not my second marriage, because it's still Bob. My extra marriage? My additional marriage? Maybe I need to call those wacky people at Merriam-Webster. After all, they led the resistance.

I'm just finishing putting on the dress. I'm surrounded by all my girls. Leslie and Hallie. Grace and Valeria. Chris. Morgan and Sophia. Karolina. Cassie, Nylah and Jessica. Even Tia. My mom, Mary, of course. Dad is with Bob.

And Rylee. Rylee is a special case. Rylee might be our fourth. Poor Bob. Having to deal with Rylee, Pari, and me. But we're not all quite there yet and Rylee actually encouraged us to go ahead and get married.

It won't slow down our relationship with Rylee. Heck, all four of us celebrated just last night. Right before Pari and I both called a gangbang.

Well, you do have to celebrate your wedding.

There are a lot of girls in here. Just as I thought that Grace, Leslie, Cassie, and Jessica left. Now, you might be thinking that in our culture, they could be going over to Bob's dressing room, but I knew they weren't. They were going to Pari's.


My wedding day

I'm 12 years old. I'm about to marry both the king and queen of the most powerful country in the world.

Yeah, feels right. It fucking does, OK? We've danced around this forever and none of us can explain why. It's weird. It's wacko. It's wonderful.

It just is. We don't always have to be in the same bed every night, although we like that. We sometimes invite others into the bed. Sometimes it is just Bob and me.

Or Amy and me.

Or Rylee and me. There is something there. We'll figure it out.

Damn. Now I'm wet. Oh well, it was inevitable.

I'm ready. I've been ready for an hour. I'm a planner. My dress is a really simple white dress, with a sleeveless bodice of lace.

No, I am not showing my tits in my wedding dress. It's opaque.

Although that would have been cool. Hey, wedding dress photoshoot. We'll go there. It was just me and my family. They all looked so wonderful. My mom, Alea, and dad, Sargon, in their finest. Just glowing. Denne, oh Denne, all grown up at 10. He is in Bob's wedding party. So is Dad.

"You guys need to go," I said. That would leave me with my crew. My mom, Morgon, and Shelby. A little unbalanced given the size of Amy's family, but my crew. Just then, there was a soft knock.

"Come in," I called. Leslie stuck her head in.

"Can a few of us come in?" asked Leslie and I waved her in. She saw Dad and Denne and shooed them out to go to be with Bob. Grace, Cassie, and Jessica were with her. More of my besties. I have gotten so close to Jessica in kind of a mother/daughter thing. Hey, it worked for us both.

"Can we ask a favor?" asked Jessica. "Can we stand with you? Mom's spot is too crowded." I laughed.

"You can't do that," I said. "That's not right."

"Mom Pari," said Jessica. "I'll be your daughter, too."

Mom Pari. She called me Mom Pari. OK, she smirked at me too, but I'll still take it.

Best day ever. OK, Leslie would be my daughter, too. So would Morgan.

It will be confusing.


Why am I so nervous?

I am. I'm so freaking nervous, and I don't know why. Are we fucking up something good? Is this the right thing?

OK, I'm clear on why I'm nervous now. Denne and Sargon just came in, which rounded out my crew. I might have gotten a little carried away, but I was OK with that. Tom, Blake, Antonio. All obvious. Orlando is my best man, of course, with Luke, Colby, and Bill tucked right up with him. Lance and Matt. Aldo. Now Sargon and Denne. Amy's dad John, of course. We have one hell of a family. I'm blessed. We all are.

We weren't even hung over. This was too important.

OK, we did have a wedding rehearsal/orgy.

Denne came right over to me and made me sit on the couch with him.

"You're really nervous," he said, taking my hand. I smiled, but he knew.

"I get it," said Denne. "I do. You're worried that you're fucking up a good thing."

I'm sure I looked shocked, and he laughed.

"Are you kidding? It's natural but let me ask you a few questions," he said.

"Does this make you love Amy less?" asked Denne and I barked out a laugh.

"I'll take that as no," said Denne, with a smile.

"Do you honestly believe that Amy and Pari love each other?" asked Denne. That got a lot of positive head nodding from me.

"Do you love my sister and do you three want to spend your lives together?" asked Denne. I just smiled really big and nodded. I wasn't nervous anymore. He reached up and wiped a lone tear off my face.

He's a good kid. He's going to be my brother now. And Morgan's uncle. And Tia's great uncle.

OK, this was going to be confusing. Denne was laughing, too.

"Yeah, bro," said Denne. I got a fist bump. I liked that. I liked his blowjob last night better.

Focus, Bob.

It was time. I'll pass the pen to Ruby who promised to narrate.


Why the fuck am I not?

In the wedding party. Oh, I'm kidding. Kind of. Really, why not? I was invited. It was a lot of people. I'm good here.

But I have my role. I got a good seat too, so that was cool.

Our three clergy people. Clergypersons? Our three members of the clergy were at the front. They were all going to preside over the wedding. We were in the medium size theater/church. It was pretty full of just close family, but it was being live streamed globally on all the major networks and cable systems.

A door on the right opened and out walked Bob. Oh God, he looks happy. Orlando is walking beside him, and John is walking on the other side. They rearranged a bit. John was giving Bob away, then would step back and let Orlando and the boys move into their spot. Jax has his place of prominence with them. It's a big group of guys.

Suddenly Bob looked around and spotted who he was looking for. He walked down the line of men and held out his hand to Denne, Pari's brother. He pulled him right up to the front and stood him with the smaller boys, right next to Orlando.

Bob is one hell of a person. Denne's losing Pari today. You know what I mean in our society. He's also gaining a hell of a family. Sargon is glowing. They all are.

They finally settled down and the opposite door opened. Tia came out first, sprinkling flowers. She looked so adorable. Amy came out behind her and is just glowing. She's in a simple dress. The same dress as Pari. They chose it together. I was with them. The salesperson was confused. We had shopped in Clearwater. We finally told her it was for a play.

Morgan and Chris followed her out, then Mary, then all the others. Where were Leslie, Cassie, Grace, and Jessica? Where the hell were they? Amy's group got in position quickly. Morgan and Chris were right behind her. Mary was giving her away. Nylah was right there, and Tia moved over and took Nylah's hand.

Where the fuck were the other four?

Just then the music changed slightly and the door at the back opened. There was a flash of light and out of the light appeared Nan. Nan was Pari's flower girl. I am pretty sure that Nan lost a bet recently. She was really into it, though, and looked adorable. Those flowers were flyin'. She made it all the way to the front when Pari came through. The light shown like a halo around her and then dimmed as the door shut.

I have never looked that good in my life. I am not sure any human ever has. Her hair was down, and long, with wavy curls. It was held back on each side by two diamond pins.

I don't think I've ever seen Pari without a ponytail. OK, sometimes pigtails or a braid. She had the most delicate makeup, but hardly any at all. Her mom was walking beside her and would give her away.

Behind her was her wedding party. Her expanded wedding party, including Grace, Cassie, Leslie, and Jessica. There is a lot of joy in this room. They got to the front and Pari did the same thing Bob did. She looked down the line and found Jessica and walked back and had her stand right beside her. Jessica looked up at Pari and just beamed. I think I read her lips right.

"Thanks, Mom Pari."

Pardon me while I weep.

It was at that point that everyone realized the lines were in the wrong order. Bob needed to be in the middle. There was a little mad scrambling, and everyone rearranged. Somehow Bill ended up with Pari, right on her other side.

Her two youngest step-children.

No one made him move. Pari hugged them both to her side. I didn't know how this would work, but it was simple. Zoe, our Methodist minister, was in front of Amy. She went through remarriage vows with Amy, to Bob, and then the marriage vows with Amy, for Pari.

Then Aaron did the reverse with Bob.

That left Pari and Chatha. Before you leap to any conclusion about it being the Muslim Iman in front of Pari, remember that was Bob's line ten minutes ago. No one cared who was Jewish, Muslim, or Methodist. Heck, none of us are religious at all. They just knew all the words.

No, seriously, I was there when they planned this. They're good friends that know the words. Perfect, they have the job.

It was a pretty decisive meeting. Amy ran it.

We mostly listened.

Back to now. The big deal. Chatha combined the vows flawlessly, referencing both Bob and Amy. Finally he got to the "Do you take" part and seamlessly changed it to "take them both."

Right before he finished and it was time for Pari to say, "I do", Bill and Jessica yelled out "She does".

Jessica got "jinx" out first. We all heard her. They looked up at Pari, a little sheepish. She just waited them out.

Until they kissed. Surprisingly passionately. On global TV. Then they moved back to their spots. Pari smiled, lighting up the room.

"I do."

I don't know the etiquette, but the standing ovation lasted a solid 15 minutes.


A short celebration

Hot damn. I'm a married woman of 12.

The three of us are going to change and then go to the reception. The reception is outdoors at the big park in Robertville. It would spill over into the streets. Everyone was invited. Everyone. You have a way to get here? You're invited. Everyone within about a mile of the park had their lights on and their doors wide open. They'd opened their houses to the party, all with their own catering, and their houses to guests that came in from elsewhere. Bill had organized it all.

But no one expected us for 45 minutes or so.

We had things to do.

One has to christen the marital bed, right?

It was different, in a good way.

Still freaking amazing. Life changing. Incredible. I could use up a thesaurus.

Those spatulas didn't survive.


Now that's a party

Amy here. Ruby is following us around, being the scribe and all, but I'll jump in first. Before I do, Ruby absolutely was invited to be in the wedding party. So was Gabe. It was their decision.

I have truly never been happier in my life, and I have a lot to be happy about. I do. Bob and I had the perfect marriage. Seriously. We are meant for each other, and we both know it. Hell, the world knows it.

Marrying Pari strengthened our relationship. It didn't weaken it. We both love Pari. Now, you could imagine that as a parent/child thing, given the age difference, but fuck that. Pari's an adult in every way.

She is also sexually voracious, which works perfectly with Bob and me. Who else could keep up? I admit there are times when we ruin things though. Not our relationship. Physical things. We get caught up and athletic.

Really athletic. Lawrence finally designed us odd things with antigrav built in. The best example is lamps. Do you know how many bedside lamps we've broken? Lots. We'll leave it at lots.

Now if we knock a lamp off the bedside table, it floats for a bit, until the table is clear again, and then puts itself back.

There might be a limited market for lamps that save themselves. Well, except by our family. OK, Lawrence was having trouble keeping up with production.

I appear to be off track. I'll end with the obvious fact that I love them both. Not the same. Different. But equally as strong. That's the chasm we had to cross. Realizing we loved Pari as much as we loved each other was earth shaking. It made us question us.

We're fucking idiots. We didn't see it and it confused us.

Not Pari. She knew. She just knew. She waited. She was patient. She didn't force it. When we were ready, she was ready.

We love her so damn much. Mia already showed me some of the photos and there is one that I love. It's Pari, at the altar, with Jessica on one side and Bill on the other. It's the moment they both shout out "she does". They just have the most powerful looks on their faces and their arms in the air.

Pari's look is bemused. There is no other way to describe it. No, that's not fair, because there was equal parts love for Jessica and Bill. In that moment, the two of them were children, not small adults, and they were gaining a mom and they loved it.

No, I'm not saying step-mom. Fuck that.

Pari is their mom, too.

And we all love it.

Another photo I love is Pari, holding her bouquet above her head, while Jessica, Bill, Colby, Nylah, and Luke are all hugging her. Mia showed me two versions. One was the six of them. The second was a little wider version of the same shot.

Cassie was standing to the side, with joy on her face.

In the third photo, Cassie is in on the hug.

God, I love them all. What really makes the picture is that Lindy is in a carrier, kind of swamped in the hug.

Luke is wearing her.

I hope these words convey my joy.

The sex in our marriage is also simply incredible. Can't stop saying that.


We're heading to the park

Bob here. It's a beautiful day and now that we're, well, sated, we're walking to the park. Pari is in the cutest culotte dress in lots of colors. She looks great in damn near anything, and out of everything, but color works for her. Amy is in a simple skirt and blouse, although the blouse is sheer and there is no bra to be found.

Then again, Pari's outfit has a wrap for the top and she leaves it loose and doesn't wear anything under it.

She kind of likes to flash people.

"So what's the plan?" asked Pari. "Are we just wandering and talking to people or are we getting naked and fucking a lot of them?"

"That wouldn't be appropriate tonight," said Amy. "We'll keep our clothes on." Yeah, none of us could keep a straight face and were all laughing while we walked.

And by all laughing, I mean the entire extended family and friends group. None more than Jessica and Bill.

The funny thing is they were born into this. Of our family, they were the only ones that literally only know being part of Dionysus. There is no before Dionysus for them.

How crazy is that?


Do they think we don't know that

Bill and I get it. This is Jessica, of course. We talk about it some. Trying to imagine ourselves in kindergarten. Bill is one of the most accomplished surgeons in the world. He lectures at schools world-wide. Being in the gallery to watch him operate is considered an honor. He keeps having to remind the professors that it is a teaching hospital, and they should allow the students to watch. The professors fill up the gallery. Me, I'm still in school. OK, a doctoral program. Not my first. Or my tenth.

I like school.

We're not normal. We know we're not normal. We're not that abnormal, either, at least in our world. Look at Cynthia or Soo.

Or Tia and Jax. My niece and nephew. We're weird.

No clue why I am wandering down this path. We're all so happy for Mom, Dad, and Mom Pari. It seemed like a good way to clear up the naming confusion and still honor her as our mom. You have to understand that biology isn't the only thing that defines a parent. No one understands that better than our family. Bill and I are their only biological children. Does that make us more of a sibling? Fuck no, any more than it makes Mom Pari less of our mom. I was going to say that Mom Pari has been in our lives since we were 2, so we don't even remember, but we were in college by then.

Not normal at all.

I'll give you a good example of how this all works. About a month ago, I was at home, laying out on the lanai overlooking the water. Just gazing out at the gorgeous view. Mom Pari, or just Pari at the time, laid down next to me on the lounge. Now, I have an exception for her, so this is where you assume she rolled over and we just went at it.

That's not what happened. She laid next to me, looking out over the water. She gently took my hand and held it and we just laid there quietly for a long time. Maybe an hour or more. Somehow she had sensed that I was having an off day. Nothing in particular, especially given our spectacular lives, but just off. We all feel it occasionally.

Pari knew. I finally felt it all just blow away in the breeze.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Know what?" asked Pari. She was still just Pari then.

"Fuck you," I said, laughing. Pari laughed, too.

"Because you were laying here naked, looking out over the water, and you weren't masturbating," said Pari.

"That was your trigger," I said. "I don't always masturbate when I lie out here."

She waited me out. Apparently I do.


Morgan's story

I'm 20. My new mom is 12.

Seems about right. Now, I'm not saying I am immature, at all, but I am saying Pari is mature beyond her years. I'll give you an example. I was in Prague a few weeks ago. Sophia was supposed to meet me, and we were having a romantic night together.

Until Sophia had to cancel. I was bummed. Yes, I could get anywhere in the world in 15 minutes, but that wasn't what I wanted.

I wanted Sophia. Now, I completely understood. It was unavoidable and she was as disappointed as I was, but I was in the apartment we bought all by myself, just sitting on the couch, pouting.

That's when the door opened and Pari walked in.

"Come on," she said. "We have dinner reservations. Then we're going to come back here and we're going to get naked and try new things."

"What new things do you believe we could do?" I said, smiling. "Do you believe there is anything we haven't tried?"

"I brought a goat," said Pari. WTF? She held it longer than I could have and then laughed.

"I doubt it," said Pari. "But we're going to try. Who knows, maybe we'll find some fun cock."

"Maybe we will," I said. "Maybe we won't. I win either way."

Pari just beamed at me.

We'll need new carpet. Yes, I was naked. I'd expected Sophia to walk through that door. Of course I was naked!

We'll still need new carpet.

I put on some clothes, which wasn't many clothes, but Pari didn't have on many clothes either. Booty shorts and tight tank tops.

Two items of clothing. OK, we put on flip flops, too.

"I made reservations at Gallery 44," said Pari. I admit I laughed.

"We might be underdressed," I said. Pari just waited me out. OK, I laughed again.

"You wanted an IPA with dinner," I said, and this time she laughed.

"You know it," said Pari. We'd reached the lobby and she took my hand. We walked outside on a simply gorgeous evening. It is Europe, so dinner is later, but the days are long. We walked down the street holding hands, and talking, and laughing.

With my soon to be second mom. You know something, that makes complete sense to me. The wedding is coming up and we're all excited for them. They're all a simply perfect trio.

Mom Pari. Jessica decided that is what we'll call her. I'm figuring I'll scream it during orgasms.

She'd find that funny, right?

OK, maybe I won't do that. We got to a stoplight and next to us were two men. Either siblings or father/son and I'm leaning towards the latter. Just to set the scene, I'm on Pari's left. The younger man was on the left, putting him next to Pari.

"Hi," said Pari, to the young man. "Would you like to join us for dinner? My treat. Then we can go back to our apartment and fuck until you can't anymore."

Well, that was blunt.

"Sure," said the young man. "I assume your apartment is a Dionysus consulate?"

"Yep," said Pari. "Until you can't anymore."

The dad's contribution appears to be moaning.

"I'm Adorjan," said the young man. "This is my dad, Casimir. Our mother will be disappointed that she was not with us tonight."

"No reason she can't join us after dinner," said Pari. "Any siblings?"

"Just my 9-year-old sister, Bronya. Mom is Felcia, by the way."

"Perfect," said Pari. "You and Bronya can show us some of your favorite sexual positions."

"What makes you think my sister and I have favorite sexual positions," said Adorjan.

Pari just waited him out until he laughed.

Damn, they're both hard.

Pari took Adorjan's hand, and we kept walking towards the restaurant. At the next corner, two women walked up in a bit of a rush.

I'm guessing this is Bronya and Felcia.

Adorjan turned to Pari, with a look of surprise on his face.

"You can do it that far?" he said. Pari just smiled at him.

He just slammed his eyes shut. Bronya didn't.

We had to wait for the next green light. I appreciated that Adorjan quickly caught her and held her up. I suspect he has experience with the situation.

He has a nice smile.

I won't narrate the entire dinner and night of passion, since that's not the point, but we did take spatulas home from the restaurant. I woke up the next morning snuggling.

Not with Pari.

With Sophia.

Pari was nowhere to be found.

"You needed time with your soulmate," thought Pari, to me.

Oh, to Sophia, too. She's awake now.

We didn't leave the bed all day.

God, I love Pari. I'm so happy for them all.

Mom Pari. It just rolls off the tongue.


A night at The Falls

My story isn't that different. We all love Pari. She lights up every room she is in. Just seeing the three of them together makes you smile. Anyone that doesn't understand that just isn't seeing the situation correctly. They're not. Sure, three consenting adults and all that, but it is bigger than that. Everyone talks about how Mom and Dad have changed the world, and they have, but literally no one has changed the world more than Pari.

No one.

She has provided educational opportunities, which are truly life changing, to millions of people. She could retire and live a life of luxury, but she won't. We all know she won't. She'll continue to bust her ass, and keep finding people like Morgon and Shelby, so she can help more people at a faster rate.

But my story is personal. It is funny, because there is a theme through these stories. Pari is the most empathetic person in the world, bar none. She just knows. Not in the same way that Jessica knows things, although Pari does that, too. She feels situations.

My story was my third night as the President. I was still just fourteen. You know, way back in the past.

Two years ago.

I was lying in bed, at The Falls, all by myself. I don't even remember why Noah wasn't there, but he wasn't. Nothing against him. I do know there was a reason, just don't remember it. It was about 2 in the morning. Dark as fuck on a moonless night.

And I was just staring at the ceiling. I hadn't slept yet. I couldn't.

I was just too freaked out. Now, all the stories make it look like I am this put together chick that can handle anything, including being President at 14.

Yeah, no.

Oh, I eventually manage, but that night, the pressure was crushing me. I was 14-years-old and the freaking President of the United States. In a crisis. Where most of the leadership of the country was missing. We didn't know if they were dead or alive, but the speculation was pretty grim.

I was terrified.

I felt the bed jostle, which is pretty scary in its own right. I turned and there was just enough light for me to see Pari slide under the covers. She didn't say a word. She just laid down on her side, pressed against me, and put her arm over me and hugged me.

We laid like that for at least an hour until I fell asleep. I remember wondering how the fuck did she get past the Secret Service?

I finally fell asleep, with her warm body against me.

Of course we were naked.

I woke with the alarm, surprisingly refreshed with just three or so hours of sleep. Pari was gone.

I've always wondered if she was really there.


We all have our own story

We do. Mine was the night that Hallie moved out. Hunter did, too. I was in our big house, lying in the big bed, all by myself and totally destroyed. I'd failed. Big time.

It sucked. I'm guessing you figured out this is Leslie.

The only difference in my description of the night from Chris' is that the moon was shining bright. It just reminded me that there were two empty spots in the bed.

Now, you're expecting that Pari slid in the bed and hugged me like she did Chris.

Nope.

She got in bed and got between my legs and hammered me through orgasm after orgasm.

She knew that is what I needed.

She didn't even stay in the bed. She waited long enough for me to be so close to sleep and then got up and left, gently closing the door.

I slept in. I needed it. I woke up to the smell of bacon.

Bacon is good.

I walked out to naked Pari making bacon. Now, that would be porn at its finest. We sat at the table, having breakfast burritos, and barely even talked. We just enjoyed breakfast together. As we finished up, I finally asked her a question.

"Is it going to be OK?" I asked. She just shrugged, but somehow I knew it would be.

I love Mom Pari.


I don't know how she does it

This is Orlando. My story isn't that different. I was in the small apartment in New York. I had it to myself. I knew Grace was my soulmate, but I had feelings for Valeria that just felt too strong. Relationship destroying wrong. Grace is my soulmate, and I knew it, but I was confused. This was pretty early in the world of Dionysus, and I didn't know what to do. I was sitting on the window seat, looking out over New York. Alone.

That's when the door opened and Pari walked in. Now, you're probably picturing scantily clothed Pari. That's kind of her look. Maybe even naked Pari. A very fine look indeed. This time she was fully dressed. Khaki shorts and an opaque polo shirt. Wearing shoes. Shoes!

Admittedly, clothed Pari is pretty damn sexy too, but I could tell she was going for a look that wasn't a distraction. She walked over and sat opposite me on the window seat. She pulled her legs up and sat crisscross and leaned back against the wall. I admit, I had a flash about how hot that would be if she was naked, but she was here for a reason. She just sat there with a small smile and didn't even speak. Just looked at me. Waiting.

"I love Grace with all my heart," I said to Pari. Her expression didn't change. She just sat there.

"But I don't know what to do," I said. "I think I love Valeria, too. But I don't want to destroy what I have with Grace. I think Grace is even a little jealous, but she's my soulmate!" My voice rose a bit at the end of that sentence. Pari still didn't say a word.

I sat back too, and we sat in silence for a long time. Maybe 45 minutes. Not a word.

"I could break all contact with Valeria," I said. "That would be the safe thing to do."

Pari still sat there with her small smile.

"But that's not what I want to do. I think we might be a trio, at least a loose one, but Grace is jealous," I said. "Fuck."

We sat for a long time. Even longer than before. Not a word. Pari barely moved.

"I need to talk about it with Grace," I said. "There really isn't another choice."

I leaned back and thought for a bit and must have fallen asleep. I woke up with the sun. In bed. Tucked in.

Pari was gone. I knew what I needed to do, and it all worked out. She hadn't said a word, but she was there to help me work it out.

I love Mom Pari.

In more ways than you can imagine.


Violin and love

I guess we're all telling stories, so I'll jump in with mine. I'm newer to the world of Dionysus. This is Karolina. Now, don't get me wrong, I freaking love it here and I love Colby and Nylah with all my heart.

But it was a bit overwhelming at first. I went from a virgin to insatiable at light speed. Yes, Colby was my first.

It is funny because a part of my story has been told. Bob was reluctant to fuck me. He couldn't exactly explain why, but I respect him for it. I think he sensed that I was a little overwhelmed and was afraid to make it worse. So he did what a freaking good guy does.

He waited until I got comfortable.

But there is more to that story. Just a quick little one. You know how much I love this family. Heck, we're not far from our wedding.

And yes, I know Colby and Nylah are 7.

Anyway. Of course my experience with Bob was amazing, that day and every time since. I have to say that Colby has clearly watched Bob and Nylah has clearly watched Amy and that is a good thing. An amazingly good thing. For men, I would put Colby in number one with Bob close behind. Yes, Bob is bigger, stronger, and has just a little more skill, but Colby is my soulmate.

Soulmates matter.

The same goes for Nylah and Amy. Nylah's in the first position. Honestly, the gap in skill between those two is tiny. Number three is a tie between most of the members of their family.

That might be a tangent.

What makes Bob special is that he checks in with me. Not just because we finally fucked, but because he knows this is all overwhelming. I suspect I am one of a long list of people he checks in on and that's not only good, but it is also great. Bob's amazing.

Now, don't let me slight Amy and Pari. Amy is my second mom, and my mom wouldn't be offended. No matter how bad your day, an Amy hug helps. OK, her breasts are amazing, and the hug is right into them, and she is almost always naked, but it is just the love.

And finally Pari. Pari is, after Colby and Nylah, my best friend in the world. My bestie. When I first started dating Colby, and then Nylah, it was freaking confusing. I'd never been on a date. Pari was my rock. We talked, we laughed, we cried, we fucked.

Well, we do like double-ended dildos. A lot.

After my pooh bears, I've spent more time in Pari's bed than anyone else. Overnight time. That will lessen now, as it should, but I know I am always welcome.

Always.

Being a part of this family is amazing.


My story is a little different

If you remember my story, it was Morgan that really comforted me after the lawyer's office in Lincoln. The crazy thing is that is not enough information for you to be sure this is Luke.

It is.

Now, you're expecting me to tell a story about Mom or Dad. There are certainly stories, but this isn't about that. Don't get me wrong, I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Mom and Dad.

Cassie and Lindy.

But I joined the family at an interesting time. Bob, Amy, and Pari were a trio, but barely. Maybe not even officially. They just were starting to spend time together. She didn't always know how to handle it. Sometimes she'd come over and someone else would be in bed with them. She wasn't confident enough yet to jump in and join them.

So she'd come climb in my bed. Not for sex, although there was a lot of that, but for comfort. Now, this sounds like a Luke helps Pari story, but that's not true at all. Cassie and I weren't really a couple yet and I was a little lost.

Oh, who am I kidding, I was a lot lost.

I began looking forward to those nights. Not because I sparked with Pari, although let's be honest, everyone sparks with Pari, but because I knew that if I was confused or had a rough day, Pari's presence was a comfort. The funny thing is that I think we helped each other. Did you know that it was Pari that introduced me to Cassie?

I think she already knew we would become a couple.

Pari knows things.

She's Mom Pari and that makes me happy.


He saved my entire family

It was a chance meeting. Some rich guy bought a crazy car and needed fuel. Our missing mom owned the only station in town with the fuel it needed. Methanol. He could have come in, filled up, paid and left. He should have. That was the business.

But he didn't. He noticed something off with me. It was subtle, but he caught it. He could have, and probably should have, just driven away. I was nothing. Just a girl at a gas station.

But he didn't do that. He wouldn't do that. He saved us. He saved our entire family. We were essentially homeless and broke.

Bob saved us. If you've read the journal, you know this is Sophia. The whole situation was absurd, from Bob buying the 917, to it even being street legal, to him coming in for fuel that day. If he'd come the next day, we would have been closed.

One day.

Our lives were totally transformed by one day.

Now I am the mom to my brother and sister.

I'm married to Morgan, Bob's daughter. Bob gave me away at my wedding to his daughter. Amy gave away Morgan.

Bob passed up the opportunity to walk down the aisle with his own daughter to walk with me.

A decision both Morgan and Amy supported. No one more than Morgan.

Morgan understands.

Now we get to see Bob and Amy both marry Pari. No one is more excited about it than Bob and Amy's kids and I include myself in that list. Yes, in-laws.

Fuck that.

OK, fuck them, but in a good way.

Best I've ever had. Best I ever will.

Morgan would agree. Hell, Morgan did agree just last night.

Wedding rehearsals are a little different in our world. It ended in an orgy.

Which can't surprise you.

But I'm going to tell a story from just a few days after I met Bob. Bob and his family had just left Italy. Luca and Elena and I were in our new apartment. They were dancing around laughing and excited. Yes, we missed our mom, but they were young, and our lives had changed for the better.

OK, after they laughed and danced for a bit, Luca was just pounding Elena.

Normally I would have joined in, but I was feeling out of sorts. Like I didn't belong. Like I was a fraud. Living in their house. Going to school. How did I deserve this? I didn't deserve it.

I was a fraud.

Just morose.

Then the phone rang. I didn't even know we had a phone. I found it by the sound and picked it up.

It was Bob. Calling from their plane.

"You're special, Sophia," he said. That was the first thing he said.

"I know this is tough," he added. "I know you'll second guess yourself and wonder if you deserve it and question life. Maybe you already are. But you're special. I didn't do anything for you. You did it for yourself. You did it for Elena and Luca. You saved them. I didn't. You're special."

"Why did you call now?" I said. "You're on a plane."

"Because I knew I needed to," said Bob, softly.

"Thank you," I said, into the phone. "I really did need this call."

"We'll be back soon," said Bob. "And I'll show you how special you are in a totally different way."

I laughed a bit, then moaned.

Best ever, remember.

"I like your laugh, Sophia," said Bob. "My mission in life is to hear that laugh often. Now, go be with your kids."

"I love you," he said. Then he hung up.

I love Bob, too. We all do. No one has done more to change the world than Bob. He would laugh it off and point to Chris, or Morgan, or Pari and say he was just along for the ride.

You know he would.

But it isn't true. I do what I do, Pari does what she does, Chris does what she does because of Bob. He saved us all. He is changing the world.

Now, this shouldn't be all about Bob. I love Amy and Pari, too, and they're both a force in the world.

But none of us would be here without Bob.

Damn, I love him.

I will reward him.

Repeatedly.


My story

I'm going to share a story that my family doesn't know about. By family, I mean my parents and siblings and Orlando and his. It was such a simple thing. This is Grace.

Remember when I heard Amy and Orlando in the room next door? Amy had come to make sure that Orlando would treat me well. She didn't need to, since we all know Orlando is amazing, but she wanted to make sure. Absolutely sure.

Amy was looking out for me.

Now, this story isn't something I was ever trying to hide. It just never came up. You see, when Amy left Orlando's room, I opened my door and motioned Amy to come in.

No, this isn't a story about how Amy ravished me.

That didn't happen until later. Oh God. Amy.

Sorry, a little adrenaline rush there.

Amy came into my room, and I waved her over to the couch. It was on the opposite wall, and we talked a little more softly because I didn't want Orlando to hear.

"I don't know what to do," I said to Amy.

Amy just smiled at me. She waited me out. It is a thing in our world.

"I think I love Orlando," I said. "Am I too young to be in love?"

Amy still just sat there, smiling at me. She took my hand and smiled some more.

"I'm ready. At least I think I'm ready. Am I ready?" I said. Amy just raised her eyebrows a bit.

"You're not very helpful," I said. We both laughed. Quietly.

"I am happy to listen to you, and hold your hand, and stay all night if you want," said Amy. "But I can't help you make this decision. I can tell you that there is no finer boy in the world than Orlando. He will treat you well and always will."

"But does he love me?" I said. "Am I reading the situation right?"

"That's a question to ask Orlando, not me," said Amy.

"I can't," I said. "I can't possibly ask him that. You just don't do that."

"Honey," said Amy. "Yes you do. Successful relationships are based on open and honest communication. If you aren't ready to have that conversation, then you're not ready to do anything else."

We sat there for a bit and Amy let me think it through.

"But what about sex?" I said. "You've all been good about hiding it but not great about hiding it. I know Orlando is a player. Why would he want to be with just me?"

"He wouldn't," said Amy. I think she saw the shock in my expression. She laughed a bit.

"So, I am going to trust you and just be blunt," said Amy. "I love Bob with all my heart, but I fuck a lot of people. A lot. So does he. We understand our needs. Sex with Bob is amazing and special and different than with anyone else, but sex is fun. Love and sex are not the same thing. Now, our believing that is controversial, but it is kind of our lives. If that is something with which you can't be comfortable, don't go into Orlando's room."

We sat quietly for a bit.

That's when I got up and went next door.

Without Amy, I might not have done it. My life would have taken a totally different path. All because Amy was there for me.

Oh, Amy was there for me last night, too.

Repeatedly. I wonder how many spatulas we used at the rehearsal.

A lot.


I'm going to take heat for this

I'm a bisexual woman who is the President of the United States. No, this is not a flashback for Chris, although I suppose that applies. That makes me laugh. Bisexual certainly applies to Chris, too.

This is Kyrsten, and yes, I get to write an entry in the journal.

We're holding a State dinner, or more accurately, a State cookout. They've been an influence on me. We have a more informal Presidency now. While they would have all come to a traditional State dinner, and rocked it, I know this family and the cookout is a better choice.

It is the invite of the season.

Which, I admit, surprises me. Some of the most virulent homophobic politicians have been pressuring me for invites. Invites to a reception honoring the new Dionysus trio.

Lots of bisexuality going on in that trio.

Chris helped me make the guest list.

It is a big party, and that started with the extended family.

A big party.

They all laughed, though, because they had to wear clothes. As Jessica put it, this was the first party she had ever attended that didn't end in an orgy.

Darn it.

Then she laughed and suggested that her moms and dad would host a similar party in Robertville for me.

That would end in an orgy.

Yeah, I'm accepting that invite when it comes. And cums.

"You've got to tell Dad that one," said a voice in my head. Jessica's voice.

Not for the first time.

Jessica will someday rule the world and I mean that quite literally. It is her destiny.

I just heard a snort and a laugh in my head.

But she knows it.

Jessica jumps in occasionally for work related issues, too. She's one of my most effective advisors, and no one knows it. Always in my head.

But this story is not about Jessica. Which got me another laugh in my head. It takes some getting used to.

As you can imagine, the right wing media is apoplectic. Calling it the end of the world.

That I've invited the Royal trio for a state dinner/cookout.

Fuck'em. Not literally, of course, that would be weird.

Which got me another laugh in my head.

The reality is the party of homophobes has been marginalized. The country has finally seen the light. If there is a single impact this family has made on the broad electorate, it is that the world is a better place without all the judgment. If you take that away, that political party has nothing left.

I could tell stories, but you know them all. Sophia has revolutionized farming and the broader business world. Pari has revolutionized education.

Don't forget Caralyn.

Or everything that Ruby owns.

Poverty is rare in the US now. So is homelessness. Did I mention that every school has a mental health clinic attached now and all services are free? It has had an incredible impact on society, but none more than for those that were formerly homeless. Almost every major city now has apartments for people that cannot yet afford them.

All Pari. Not me or the US government.

Pari.

Now, they don't have schools everywhere, but there are mental health clinics in darn near every city and town. They even have JetsonCar program. If your destination is a mental health clinic, then the ride is free. I asked Pari about it one day.

"Aren't you afraid that people will just get free rides to the clinic and then go to their actual destination?" I asked.

"No," said Pari.

"Why not?" I asked. "You know it is going to happen."

"Sure, it will happen a lot, but I don't worry about it. If you're in a situation where you need to do that to get a ride, then do it," said Pari. "We don't care. Akira and Camron run JetsonCars like we run everything. The profit margin is zero. They donate billions to charity every year. This is just taking some of that money and providing it directly to someone that needs it. JetsonCars never require payment. If you need a ride, you need a ride. Transportation used to be one of the biggest problems affecting the US and the world. Now it is not."

Now it is not.

That pretty much describes their family.

The party was a huge success. I think some people might have even altered their view of the world just a little.

I won't tell you all the details, but I did invite the three newlyweds to spend the night in the Lincoln bedroom. You're probably thinking it was the first night three people slept in that bed.

Um, no. Chris and Noah come to visit.

You get the idea.

"I guess my record is intact," thought Jessica, to me. "It might be a small orgy, but the party ended in a four-person orgy."

Yes, yes it did.


We're off on our honeymoon

This is Pari. The luckiest woman in the world. I am married to my soulmates. I believe I am making a positive impact in the world. Our world is changing the whole world.

And I'm married to Bob and Amy.

We talked at length, about where to honeymoon. It is a weird conversation when your choices include the space station, the moon, and dozens of other planets. Nibiru was tempting because of the rejuvenation of men. You get my drift. After all, Bob has to satisfy us both.

Bob always satisfies us both.

We decided on our place in Hawaii. It isn't used enough. It is truly gorgeous, and the beach stretches forever. Lawrence and his team even created a sunscreen cream that repels sand.

It is very helpful on the beach.

The honeymoon is just the three of us. For two days. Then the family arrives, and we define family broadly. Yes, a family honeymoon is non-traditional, but where are we traditional, in any way? I'm excited by my time with my loves, and just as excited when the family shows up. For some reason I am looking forward to time with Luke and Cassie.

Yes in that way. Cassie and I are besties. Then again, so are Karolina and I.

Yum. Karolina, Nylah, and Colby.

My relationship with my children is different than yours and yes, I said children not step-children. They won't let me. None of them. I'm Mom Pari, even to Morgan and Sophia. They insisted.

I'm Grandma Pari to Luca and he thinks it is hilarious. It is not hilarious, but it doesn't bother me.

The funny thing is that the story about our time alone isn't all that exciting. Yes, we had athletic sex, over and over, but you know that's a thing with us. It was different though. Special. Just better.

We're married.

God, I love saying that. I'm the middle of the bed girl forever now, although Rylee. Something about Rylee.

She was the first person to arrive in Hawaii. She didn't know we invited her for a day before anyone else showed up. In fact, she just landed. I walked out to meet her as the door to her plane opened. She ran down the steps into my arms.

I'm naked. She's naked. Things happened right there on the lawn. Come on. Rylee.

We finally came up for air and were sitting on the grass, crisscross, facing each other.

"Where's everyone else?" asked Rylee.

"Bob and Amy are on the back porch," I said.

"What about everyone else?" said Rylee. "I thought most of the extended family was invited."

"They are," I said. "Tomorrow."

The emotions on Rylee's face were all over the map.

"Whose idea?" said Rylee.

"Honestly," I said. "Not really any of us, in particular. We all just knew."

"Wow," said Rylee. I stood up and held out my hand and she took it and hopped up. Which was glorious. Naked Rylee bouncing is quite a sight to see. And enjoy.

I led her through the house and onto the back porch. Bob and Amy are on the three-person lounge. Do we need a four-person lounge?

Maybe. Probably.

I led her to the foot of the lounge and they both looked up and smiled. Bob immediately started getting hard. Throbbing hard. Amy smiled and got up and took Rylee's other hand. We led her to the side of the lounge and helped her climb up and settle down on Bob. We just stood to the side and watched while they made love. No one could see this and not see their connection. Their bond. We love it. Wait, we do, but more importantly, we respect it.

Rylee is special.

Rylee rode the wave for a long time before Bob just filled her up. She laid down on his chest for a bit and then rolled off.

Amy and I almost attacked her. You have to clean her up, right? We ended up on that lounge for three hours. We did everything that four people can do and a few more. It felt right.

It feels right.


Fuck the paparazzi

Now, I think this is hilarious. I'm not sure Bob and Amy do, especially Bob. There is still a little of that hermit inside Bob. The disconnect between his view of himself and the world's view of him is pretty spectacular.

We all love that about him.

It all started when we went out to dinner. We decided to go to the restaurant at the marina. The Maalaea Harbor marina. It is quite picturesque, and the food is supposed to be good. We took a little boat.

If you consider a Sunseeker 74 little. OK, it isn't. It was a joke that fell flat. About the only thing about me that is flat.

I guess I should mention this is Rylee. Now you understand the reference about my not being flat. D cups, baby.

We all enjoy my D cups. In fact, short tangent. Right before we left, Bob fucked my tits. He loves it. I like it too, mostly because he loves it. We tried a little variation, where Pari laid her head on my chest, right above my breasts. Why you ask?

Because every time Bob slid his cock up, I not only squeezed his cock with my tits, but it slid into Pari's mouth.

Kind of a double win for Bob.

OK, a triple win, because just as he was about to cum, he pulled out and just poured cum all over Amy.

And then cleaned her up. Really well.

OK, back to the marina. We got a bit of attention, since they didn't have an open slip for a boat our size. We anchored at a buoy and then took our tender over. We hopped in a little tender and headed over to the dock. It's the cutest little thing. It is a Carbon Craft CC110. A little 5-passenger, 11-foot jet tender. A little less than 4 meters. It really scoots and it's a ball. It fits almost anywhere and only has a 9-inch (23 cm) draft, so can get into really shallow water. I know, maybe too much information on our tender, but it is hilarious to us.

You see, we pulled up to their gas dock, stepped out, and the tender drove itself back to the 74 and docked itself in the garage.

To the open-mouthed confusion of those on the dock. It works really well. I should know. I wrote the self-driving software.

We walked into the restaurant and there was a host at the podium. We don't like it, but he recognized us. Or at least the royal trio.

"It is such an honor to have you in our establishment. The royal trio," he said, with such joy.

Then he looked at Pari.

"And is this your daughter?" he said.

OMG. Does he live under a rock?

If I was Pari, I would be pissed. Luckily I am not Pari, because she just laughed.

"I'm their wife," said Pari. "She is our girlfriend." Then she pointed at me.

I liked it.

He looked shocked.

"But you're a little girl!" he said.

"Oh good grief," said Amy. "Do you live under a rock? She is the Minister of Education and one of the most powerful women in the world."

He didn't stop.

"But how can you have a girlfriend!" he said.

"Quite happily," said Bob. "Although the three of them in bed together does wear me out quickly. But then they put on lesbian shows for me and somehow I find another in me."

Well sure.

I think he just about passed out. He finally just spun and headed towards a table. Bob took my hand and Amy took Pari's.

We walked through the crowd of tables, and you heard the conversation level first dip, then rise. Talking about the royals? Talking about me?

When we got to the table, Bob gave me a big kiss before we sat down.

He does like to fuck with them.

The conservatives went nuts. The picture was published all over the net and news media of all stripes showed the picture and had commentary.

Some was pretty vicious. Some was just jealous. A select few just reported it as straight news.

Although there is nothing straight about any of us.

But us being, well, us, we set them up. We really love the island, so we went all touristy. The four of us. Together. At one point we almost posed for a picture. Amy and me. Pari and me. Bob and me, again.

Some of our best work, at least in public.

Oh, we all got asked for comment and we all said exactly the same thing.

Nothing. We have no more fucks to give. If they don't like it, guess what, we don't care.

You know how you've read for a long time about Pari being a trio with Bob and Amy. There was excitement and fear and every emotion in between. Just wind that clock back to the beginning and that's where the four of us are. Spending a lot of time together in almost every combination. In the few weeks after the wedding, Pari and I spent two days in Paris, Bob and I spend two days in New York, and Amy and I spent two days in Santiago.

We like Chile. OK, we like chili too, but that's a different combination.


Still confusing. Still great

Rylee here, again. Let me continue with the story of the family honeymoon. Maybe the best days of my life. I don't know what we are and we're not there yet, but we're all good together. We might have to spend more time on Nibiru. Bob wouldn't wear out so fast. Seven or eight consecutive cums and he has to recover. On Nibiru, that number is higher.

Although 7 or 8 is impressive.

Today is the day that the family arrives. There are more cottages here now, so everyone has a bed, even if they will be packed. Not a problem to us. Everyone had staged on the island in LA and then flew over here on an E-111. Yes, the bigger one. It is a lot of people. The four of us are standing together as they land. Amy, Pari, me, and Bob. Holding hands.

Naked. Although that is kind of implied in our world. We're so different but so alike. The first person off the plane was Jessica. She walked over to us and looked at the four of us for a moment and then walked right up to me. She cocked her head a little and smiled.

"Should I practice using Mom Rylee?" asked Jessica, in just the sweetest tone. She isn't being rude or snarky. She means it.

I get that. I was quick to respond.

"Not yet," I said.

Jessica laughed a bit.

"The perfect answer," said Jessica. Then she just mowed me down and ended up lying on me.

It got a little wild from there.


I get to tell my story

We're entirely out of order now on these stories. Some are before the wedding, some are after. We're just late in posting. In my case, I needed a partner to help me with the actual typing into the journal. I don't have the fine motor skills yet. So Jessica came and spent the afternoon with me and is my scribe. We had a lot of fun.

My name is Lindy. I'm Cassie and Luke's daughter. I'm not even one yet, but I have a story to tell. No, absolutely nothing sexual. Come on. Not one yet.

I spend a lot of time with Jessica and Bill. They're great fun, but they're also like me. They were born into Dionysus. Lots of kids have been, but I'm the closest to our King and Queen. Bill and Jessica are first generation from Bob and Amy. I'm second. I'm Luke and Cassie's baby. Now, you could argue that Dad isn't really Bob and Amy's son, but that would be totally misunderstanding our world. We don't even think it matters any more. We also talk about powers and evolution. We can do things others can't. I can't control it as well yet, but I can do anything they can, and I think I have powers they don't. I feel like something is there. I just haven't quite figured it out yet.

All the obvious ones though. Telekinesis is handy when you can't walk yet.

It is not as convenient as flying, which I can do too.

I already know that I can have simultaneous conversations with a surprisingly large group of people. Jessica and Bill can do it pretty well with five or even six people, which is extraordinary. These are totally different conversations that don't intrude on each other but are stored appropriately in our memories as distinct conversations. I haven't found a limit yet. Mom and Dad took me to the park one day in my stroller. There were about 50 parents. I couldn't connect to them at all. But there were over a hundred kids, and I could connect with every single one.

At the same time.

Now, some couldn't really communicate yet because they didn't understand their powers. Most did and could. Rylee thinks that we have evolved our parallelism in a way approaching a quantum model. Jessica and Bill are version one. They think I am version two.

You do notice I am writing, with help, this entry.

What does this have to do with Bob, Amy, or Pari? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. Whatever the hell this family did not that many years ago has caused our species to evolve.

Pretty freaking amazing of them.


She didn't just save Leslie

You've read Pari and Leslie's story. That night affected me, too. I was devastated. It still haunts me. Now Pari was with Leslie. Chris was with me. The story is pretty similar. Chris was my savior. She didn't push and prod. She wasn't nosy. We barely talked that much. She was just with me. We had a quiet dinner. We watched a stupid Netflix movie in our pajamas.

This is Hallie.

We had to get new pajamas out of the closet room.

Pajamas. Seriously. OK, baby doll teddies, but still.

So how does this have anything to do with Bob and Amy?

First you have to connect the dots. To Chris' story. Bob and Amy adopted this child they barely knew. She went from a new orphan to where she is today. She was the freaking President of the United States at 14.

Because she is a part of this family. My situation is the same. What's going on in Florida is because of this family. I was a little girl in Clearwater Florida. Now I can lead what is going on in Florida. My husband was the Attorney General. My wife is the Minister of Defense.

We are back stronger now.

Tia and Jax.

So, a weird way around, but you get my point. This family, which revolves around Amy and Bob and now Pari, is amazing.


My story is the same yet different

My name is Morgon with an O. Which I have to say over and over because I am now part of this damn family.

Just kidding. What the fuck Mom and Dad? A freaking O?

Seriously though, my origin story with this family was sad. Really freaking sad.

My brother died.

My story is short, and it involves Amy. That night was overwhelming. We flew into space. They named the play center after me. I was freaking 6. At one point I found a corner to sit in, by myself. It was a little loveseat in the corner of the playroom. Lots was going on and I don't think anyone noticed that I drifted away.

I was wrong. Amy did. She came over and sat down with me. She didn't anything. She just took my hand and held and gave me a small smile.

That's when I lost it. Just sobbing. She pulled me up into her lap and hugged me. Now, at the time I didn't get the same joy out of being hugged into Amy's breasts that I do now. Then again, now we're both naked.

That would be a tangent, but an amazing one. Especially given I am 9 now.

Back to that night. I cried and cried, and I am sure I ruined Amy's blouse, but she didn't care. She just hugged me tight until I wasn't crying anymore, and she loosened the hug a little. I looked up at her.

"Is it going to be alright?" I asked. This is the part that amazes me. I was 6. Most adults would have given me platitudes.

"No," said Amy. "It is not. TJ shouldn't have died. We both know that and to deny it would be wrong. It sucks. The better question is whether the pain will lessen. The answer to that is yes. Your memories will become less painful and will become more wonderful. You'll remember that night you lost your virginity to him, and it will make you smile."

"You knew," I said, and Amy gave me a small smile.

Even I smiled, just a little.

"We all knew," said Amy.

"How?" I asked.

"Because all of us would have made the same decision," said Amy, softly.

Then she hugged me again and I climbed down and went back over to my parents. At that moment, on Amy's lap, I decided that every memory of TJ would make me smile, not cry.

Because of Amy.


Us too!

Bill here, but I'm with Jessica, and this story is from both of us. We have hundreds, but I'd say this was the first. Pari had just taken over as the Minister of Education. They weren't a trio yet. OK, they were, but they hadn't figured it out yet. Jessica and I had helped Cobb, which was cool, but we were fucking bored.

For some reason Pari came looking for us and found us in my bedroom.

Just going at it. Far outside the rules.

We were toddlers.

Most people would have probably broken it up and told Mom and Dad. Pari climbed up and sat crisscross on the bed and waited.

For us to finish.

She didn't say a word about it. We just sat up when we were done and faced her. Crisscross. Naked.

Yeah, yeah, gorgeous humans.

Fuck that.

"I think you should go to school," said Pari, to us.

"We already go to school," said Jessica. Pari shook her head no.

"College," said Pari. "DAU."

"You think two toddlers should go to college," said Jessica.

Pari just sat there looking all amazing. Pari was naked. That cannot surprise you.

"We could do it," said Jessica, to me.

That's when it hit us both.

We could do it.

"Studying what?" asked Jessica.

"What interests you?" asked Pari.

"Medicine," I said.

"Everything," said Jessica.

How very Jessica.

"OK," said Pari. "Medicine is pretty straightforward. Just enroll in the Premed program. Work at your own pace. For you Jessica, why don't you start with something broad, like International Business. Nan is one of the professors and she and I talked, and she really encourages it.

Well, we do trust Nan, too.

You can assume small moans from all three of us. Funny. Back then, Nan was this older, more mature young woman.

Of 5.

So you see, our becoming who we are was influenced by Mom Pari more than anyone else.

She's kind of always been our mom too.


My story isn't all that different

Colby here. My story has a similar theme. I was enamored with Karolina long before I ever met her. Pari noticed. She encouraged me to share whenever Karolina posted a new video, and we would watch them together. She knew that my interest was more than her amazing violin skills maybe even before I did.

But she let me work it out and watched every video with me. Sometimes over and over.

Now OK, we were usually naked, and I had an exception for Pari, so we would usually celebrate a new video, too.

Finally I steeled up enough courage. Not to go see Karolina.

To talk about it with Pari.

"I really like her," I said. I got a smile back.

"I think I should go try to meet her," I said.

Now, this is where she stays quiet and lets me work it out.

Nope.

"Yes, you should," said Pari, with some conviction.

"Do you know something I don't?" I asked. She thought for a moment.

"Yes," said Pari. "And I'm not sure why, but I just know."

So I went. I doubt I would have ever had the courage. We all understand better now, but even that recently, knowing things wasn't quite clear to us yet.

Now it is.


I'll end the chapter

OK, we've worked back to me. Pari. My marriage is kind of the purpose of this chapter. I thought I'd tell my story. You know all about our parents getting recruited and Denne's seventh birthday and more. Denne was actually an important part of the story before I was. Now, Bob has told the story about the day I negotiated for my first school. He thinks of that as our starting point.

I don't.

The first time was at Denne's party. Denne turned 7. I was 9. It wasn't that far before that trip. I was just kind of people watching and the two people I watched the most were Bob and Amy. Their extraordinary love for each and for literally everyone. They were my dream model of a relationship then and they still are now. Sure, gorgeous and all that, but late in that day, the party had wound down a little and there were only about 20 people left. I was the aggressor. I went after Bob and Amy.

It was our first time together.

That's when I knew.



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Character information

Name Chapters Age Description when introduced Stats when introduced
Bob All 28 Dad 6'2" (188 cm) - Swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) cut average cock
Amy All 26 Mom (and the Nanny, to start) 5'1" (155 cm) - Bright red hair, C cup
Morgan All 20 The oldest of the new kids 5'5" (165 cm) - Dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
Orlando All 18 The middle child and the only boy 5'0" (152 cm) -- Dirty blonde, 6-inch (15 cm) cut thick cock
Leslie All 16 The youngest 4'6" (137 cm) -- Brown hair, flat-chested
Chris 6,8,11,14-186 16 Boat sales person but becomes more 4'11" (150 cm) -- Slim, glorious puffy nipples
Hunter 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,36,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-86,90-91,93-94,96,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,114-117,121-123,129,132,134-136,138-140,142-144,146-148,150-156,158-161,163-165,167-170,172-178,180,182-186 16 Leslie's new friend 5'0" (152 cm) - Dark blonde hair, cute as hell, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Hallie 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-64,66,69,71-74,76,79-85,89-91,93-94,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,115-117,121-123,132,134-136,138-140,143,146-148,150-156,158-161,163-165,167,170,172-178,180,182-186 16 Hunter's twin sister 4'8" (142 cm) - Dark blonde hair, small A cup
Valeria 2,27,47,70,75,77,82-84,90-92,95,98,110,124,132,134-135,140,146,148-149,154-155,157,165,174,185-186 21 Juan and Sofia's oldest daughter 5'5" (165 cm) -- Dark hair, gorgeous, C cup
John 3,4,7,17,19,28,31,36,39,51,70,92,123,140,186 51 Amy's dad 6'0" (183 cm) - fit, 8-inch (20 cm) thick cock
Mary 3,4-5,17,19,28,31,36,39,70,92,123,140,169,186 49 Amy's mom 5'4" (163 cm) -- Red hair, attrractive, D cup
Lance 5,7-8,15-17,22,29,31,33,47,51,64,71,73,82,86,89,100,115,141,186 46 Co-owner, classic car restoration in Clearwater 6'2" (188 cm) - reasonably fit, average cock
Matt 5,7-8,16-17,29,31-33,47,51,64,100,186 32 Co-owner, classic car restoration in Clearwater 6'0" (183 cm) - average in every day, including a 5.5-inch (13 cm) cut cock
Blake 5,6-10,12,14-21,24-34,39,41-43,45-46,51-52,65-66,70-71,73-74,81-82,85,87,90,94-95,100-101,104,106,115,119,123-124,126,128-129,132-133,144,151,166,176,179,181,186 39 First home staff. Mechanic, general purpose everything 6'2" (188 cm) -- Blonde, ripped, 7-inch (18 cm) thin cock
Gabe 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-52,54,56-59,61-63,65-76,79-105,107,109-114,116-117,119,123-124,126-130,132,136,138-140,142-143,145,148-150,153-154,156-158,163-166,169,172-175,177,180-182,186 16 Juanita's brother 5'6" (168 cm) -- Cute AF, 5-inch (13 cm) cock
Ruby 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-47,49-58,61,63-74,76-93,95,95-96,98-132,134,136,138,140-141,144-161,163,165-170,172-174,176-182,185-186 14 Juanita's sister 4'11" (150 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, sexy, flat
Antonio 7,8,16,20,23-24,27,31,33,36,39,44,46,48,56,113,115,149,186 46 Italian Vintner 6'3" (191 cm) -- Dark hair, muscular, 8-inch (20 cm) cock
Sophia 7,8-9,14-19,23-24,27,29-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-119,121,123-126,128,132,135-136,138-143,145,147,149-153,156-159,161,163,165,167,169,171-174,176-179,183-186 23 New Italian friend and Goddess 5'7" (170 cm) - stunning, simply stunning, B cup
Luca 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,29-31,33-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-119,121,123-126,128,132,135-136,138-140,142,145-146,148-149,153-154,156-157,159,161,164-166,169,171-174,177-181,183,186 18 Sophia's son 5'9" (175 cm) -- chiseled, male Sophia, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Elena 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,30-31,34,36-40,42-47,51-52,54,56-58,60-63,65-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-82,87,95-96,101,104,106-107,109,111-116,118,125-126,128,130,132,139,142-143,149-150,152-153,157-159,161-162,170,172-174,176-178,182,186 14 Sophia's daughter 4'5" (135 cm) - sexy AF
Tom 9,10,12,14-22,24,27-34,37,39,44-45,70-71,73-74,81,87,90,94-95,100,104-105,115,126,128-129,157,186 39 Flight instructor 6'0" (183 cm) -- 175, trim, 7-inch (18 cm) thick and uncut
Chloe 14,15,20,24,27,29,31-32,34,36,39-43,51,54-55,58,65-66,79,81,90,97,108,119,122,147-148,159,175,181,186 40 Developer and architect 5'7" (170 cm) - athletic, smaller B cup. Hot AF
Noah 17,18,24,27-28,31-34,36-37,39,41,43-44,46,48,51,57,63-66,69,71,73-74,76,79-82,84-85,87,90-92,95-98,101-102,107,109,114,116-117,119,121,130,135-139,148-152,154,157,159,165,167,169,172-177,180,182,184-186 16 Chris' new friend 5'7" (170 cm) - thin, 5-inch (13 cm) average cock. Big balls
Rylee 18,27,32,36-39,48,52,56-63,66,69,71-74,76-77,81-85,89-93,96,99-102,105-112,118-119,122,125,127-129,131-132,140,143,146-149,151-152,154,156-157,159,162-164,167,171,173-174,177,180,183,185-186 16 Cheerleader with Leslie and Chris 5'4" (163 cm) - Dark hair, sexy AF, B cup
Mia 20,27,36,57,59,61,66,71,75-76,79,81-83,86,89-91,95,97,101,108,114,116,132,155,165,168,171,185-186 22 Seamstress 5'5" (165 cm) -- 110, trim, sexy, small B cup
Grace 23,29-30,36,38,43-44,48,50,54-57,63-77,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-93,95-102,104-105,107,109-110,112-115,117-120,126,129,132,134-136,138-140,143,145,148,150,152-155,159,161,163-166,169,171-175,177,180,185-186 19 Just Grace  
Aldo 24,26-29,32,34,39,50,75,87,92,94,99,145,186 41 Freja's husband 6'3" (191 cm) -- 185, Italian, 7-inch (18 cm) uncut and thick cock
Aaron 42,45,54,63,67,186 Thirties Rabbi and Mikka's husband 6'3" (191 cm) - Tall, stately, thin, 6-inch (15 cm) cut cock
Zoe 42,112,186 Thirties Methodist priest 5'5" (165 cm) - Blonde, joyful, voluptuous and sexy, D cup
Chatha 42,82,112,186 Thirties Muslim Iman 5'11" (180 cm) - a little overweight, but carries it well, 6-inch (15 cm) average uncut cock
Bill 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,94-96,99,102,104-105,107,109-112,114-116,118-123,125-130,132,134-136,138-141,144-152,155-170,172-174,176-186 5 Bob and Amy's son  
Jessica 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,93-96,99-100,102,104-105,107-112,114-116,118-132,134-141,144-152,154-186 5 Bob and Amy's daughter  
Nan 45,48,50-51,53,57,59,61-62,64-66,68-70,72-73,76,81-83,85-87,89-95,97-101,103-105,107,110-113,115-116,118-119,122-123,125,129,132,137,140,142,144,146,148-151,153,155-157,159,168,170-171,173-174,177,179-180,182,185-186 7 9th grade student 3'8" (112 cm) - cute, bubbly, fun
Gemma 45,48,50-51,53,57,59,61-62,64-66,68-70,72-73,76,81-83,85-87,89-95,97-101,103-105,107,110-113,115-116,118-119,122-123,125,129,132,137,140,142,144,146,148-151,153,155-157,159,168,170-171,173-174,177,179-180,182,185-186 Thirties F-61/E-62 Engineer 5'7" (170 cm) - Solid and sexy, C cup
Alea 48,94,117,134,146,186 Thirties Fighter pilot in the defense force in F-35 and Gabe's neighbor 5'6" (168 cm) - Sexy Iranian, C cup
Sargon 48,49,65,94,134,176,186 Thirties Alea's husband and stay-at-home dad and Gabe's neighbor 6'1" (185 cm) - Tall and dark, Iranian
Denne 48,49,78,86,92-93,115,124,130,136,140,146,162-163,177,183,186 10 Alea and Sargon's son, just turned 7 4'4" (132 cm) - little cute dude with a small cock
Pari 48,49,62,65,68-70,74,77-78,80-81,83,86-95,97-115,117-130,132-141,143-144,146-159,161-167,169-177,179-180,182-186 12 Alea and Sargon's daughter 4'10" (147 cm) - cute, sexy, breast bumps
Cobb 51,53-54,61,65-66,70,77-78,80,85,90,96,98,124,144,171-172,186 21 Director of the Patricia and Elizabeth fund 6'4" (193 cm) -- Tall, dark, and oh so sexy, 7-inch (18 cm) thick cock
TJ 62,98,152,186 15 Sick boy in the Indianapolis hospital 5'2" (157 cm) - Sick, very sick
Morgon 62,75,86-88,93,97-101,103,107,110,114-115,119,122,126-127,130,132,135,137-140,144-145,147,149,152,154,156,162,173,175-176,179,181,183-184,186 9 TJ's sister 3'8" (112 cm) - Adorable and outgoing
Lawrence 65,73,82-83,86-87,93,96,99-100,103,107,112,114,122,125,128,133,135,137,142,144,146-149,152-153,157,160,165-166,172-173,186 Thirties Chief Engineer on Vino for all things 6'5" (195 cm) - Light brown hair, tall, a true nerd, 8-inch (20 cm) thick cock
Cassie 67,68,70,73,81,86-87,90,92-93,95-96,99,101-102,104-110,112,115,117,119,123,127-130,132,135,139-140,142,144-155,157,159-165,168-172,175,177,182-183,185-186 13 Homeless girl from New York. Kevin's friend 4'11" (150 cm) - thin, adorable, A cup
Luke 80,81,86-87,90,92-96,99-102,104-110,112,117,119,123,126-130,135,140,142,144-146,146-155,157,159-162,164-165,168-175,177,179,182-183,185-186 9 The new brother 4'4" (132 cm) - Sandy brown hair, thin, cute, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Cynthia 87,110-111,122,159,186 5 Sindy's daughter 3'0" (91 cm) - cute, undeveloped
Shelby 87,88,98,101,110-111,119,126-127,130,132,135,137-138,140,154,156,162,175,181,186 17 Designer in Indianapolis 5'4" (163 cm) - Black long hair, strong, C cup, big nipples
Camron 91,97,100,107-110,113,115,117,127-128,139-140,146,161,166,177,184,186 13 Software engineer, takes over Lyft 5'3" (160 cm) - Dark hair, black, thin, 7-inch (18 cm) average cock
Akira 91,97,100,107-110,113,115-117,127-128,139-140,146,161,166,176-177,182,184,186 15 Camron's sister, mentor, business leader, co-owner of Lyft 5'3" (160 cm) - Dark hair, black, thin, B cup
Nylah 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132,135-140,144-147,149-152,155,155-160,163-170,172-173,175,177-180,182-183,185-186 7 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Leslie
Colby 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132,135-141,144-145,147,149-152,155-159,162-166,168-170,172-173,175,177-180,182-183,185-186 7 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Orlando
Soo 122,186 4 Chin-sun's daughter 3'1" (94 cm) - Dark hair, tiny, fun
Karolina 123,124,128,132,135-136,138-139,144-145,147,149-151,157-158,160,164-166,169,172,175,178,182-183,185-186 12 Adorable violinist from Santa Monica 4'10" (147 cm) - Brown hair, thin, tiniest of nipple bumps
Caralyn 126,127,130,132,156,159,162,180,185-186 10 Powerful young woman in Anderson, Indiana 4'4" (132 cm) - Brown hair, thin but strong, small nipple bumps
Roy 131,186 62 Owner of Jaxonbilt hats  
Jax 146,147,150,155-156,165,168,186 4 Hallie, Hunter, and Leslie's son 3'0" (91 cm) - Dark hair, Black, thin, 2-inch (5 cm) cock
Tia 146,147,150,155-156,158,165,168,174,178,184,186 3 Hallie, Hunter, and Leslie's daughter 2'9" - Dark hair, Asian, tiny, flat
Lindy 149,151-154,157,160-161,164,170,177,186 0 Luke and Cassie's baby
Adorjan 186 13 Young man in Prague 5'4" (163 cm) - Dark hair, trim, 4-inch (10 cm) cock
Casimir 186 35 Felcia's husband and Adjoran and Bronya's dad 6'2" (188 cm) - Brown hair, muscular, thin, 6-inch (15 cm) cock
Bronya 186 9 Adjoran's sister and Felcia and Casimir's daughter 4'0" (122 cm) - Brown hair, very thin, flat
Felcia 186 36 Casimir's wife and Adjoran and Bronya's mom 5'6" (168 cm) - Dark hair, athletic, sexy, B cup

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