23 January 2023

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

When Chris has an idea

You know damn well it is going to be a good one. This is Leslie. I was lying out on our lanai when she walked out. She climbed up on my legs and sat down.

Now I have two fingers in me. I'm good with that.

"We screwed up, or at least missed some opportunities," said Chris. Then she had to wait, because I'm vibrating. I pushed her hand away and she slid forward.

So it was easier for me to put two fingers in her.

My sissy is fun.

"You all saved me," said Chris, quietly.

"No more than you saved us," I said, just as quietly. Then we cried it out for a bit. I know she misses her parents. Hell, I have flashes like that, and my parents were piece of shit rapists.

Finally, we were lying next to each other and yes, I'd gotten her off. Repeatedly. It's a cure-all, right?

"All those Top Gun competitions," she said. "And we haven't recruited a single one of the pilots."

"We screwed up," I said. We both laughed.

"Nothing stopping us now," said Chris. "Maybe some personal recruiting visits."

"Invitations to visit," I said. "If we visit them, nothing happens. If they accept the invitation..."

I just left it at that.

"Maria should be a part of the interviews," said Chris, so seriously. That's when Ruby walked out to find Chris and me just laughing and laughing.

We don't know why it was funny. Maybe Dad is rubbing off on us.

"That would be fun," said Ruby. "Rubbing right against my clit."

We all paused to appreciate the mental image. Which is exactly when Dad walked out on the porch.

OK, the topic can wait.

"You're here to rub your cock against our pussies until you cum," said Ruby. "Each of us."

Orlando ran out onto the lanai, out of breath.

"I came as fast as I could," said Orlando.

"Oh, you will," said Ruby. Ruby is fun.

Right behind him came Luke.

OK. We're balanced now.

Yes, this is a tangent, but look at the six people.

You want the tangent. So much.

We started with Dad and Ruby, Orlando with Chris, and Luke with me. Now, you'd think I was the loser, so to speak, but that is absolutely not true. Three of the best in the world and damn straight that includes Luke.

He learned from the master. No, seriously, he did. He's also been fucking for a long, long time.

Yay!

They did exactly what we asked them to do. They didn't fuck us. They basically did a male/female frot. Their first ones didn't last long, but sure pushed all of us over. Luke just erupted and you would have thought they timed it, because Orlando and Dad did, too.

I think they timed it.

Then they switched positions. Luke switched to Ruby, Dad switched to Chris, and Orlando switched to me.

And we started over. We're all pretty cum covered but when the second set of cocks erupted, we're just covered. More covered.

Then they rotated again. Luke with Chris, Orlando with Ruby, and Dad with me.

Oh, they started off rubbing.

But then they slid right in. OMG.

Amazing. For all of us. Oh, they pulled out, you know they did.

That's when Mom, Cassie, and Grace walked out. Oh, Valeria, too.

The four of them cleaned us off. As a team. First Ruby, then Chris, then me.

We're really clean. Exhausted, but clean.

Makin' a list

Ya gotta have a list. Chris here, with Leslie and Ruby. After all, we all competed. Orlando will be here shortly. Oh, there he is.

Damn. Naked Orlando is distracting. In a good way.

You see, we all flew Top Gun. We hadn't competed in several years. It is time. Consider it a recruiting trip. We're late in entering so they'd only give us one slot. Leslie's if she wants it, of course. Leslie suggested an alternative.

It is fucking hilarious.

The country of Dionysus will be represented by Tia. After the four of us, Tia is the best pilot in Dionysus. Tia will simply kick ass in Top Gun. Tia is 3. So much for Leslie's Top Gun at 11.

And no one will be more proud than Leslie. Proud for her daughter. Her daughter is going to win Top Gun when Leslie is 16. Now, that's hilarious. OK, to be brutally honest, Tia is the second best pilot in Dionysus, behind Leslie of course.

We all freaking love it, too. The head of Top Gun, not so much. We had to have Kyrsten intervene. Intervene me, baby.

OK, that didn't work.

Tia shared that she is a little rusty in the F-22, so we had practices over the Mediterranean. Now that Leslie owns Lockheed, we have more choices in antique planes.

Well, they are.

Think about it. You're in an F-22, flying straight at an F-81. Or 87. Or an S-88.

We just jump to behind you and you're done.

Anyway.

We'll tell the Top Gun story soon. Tia has a story to tell. Yes, Tia.

Mom likes to make a point

Tia here. I'm on my way to California to pick up some people. Mom told me the whole story. I suspect it is a bit of a test. Will they even get on the plane with me? I've met Keva and Everson. Cops on the beach in Malibu, right? As you've read, their night was pretty spectacular.

I gave them a few pointers.

I floated down towards the parking lot of their apartment complex. There really wasn't anywhere to park, so I floated above a bunch of cars and lowered the extended stairs. I left the plane floating and walked down the stairs to the parking lot. To my surprise, there was a crowd gathering.

Kidding. It happens every time. I might be 3 but I am self-aware. I flew around the world, by myself, in a space plane. Pretty sure I've obliterated any record Mom set. Then again, Aunt Jessica broke them long ago.

It still cracks me up that she is my aunt.

I thought about wearing my uniform but decided that might be a bit too obvious. After all, I'm on a Zeta team. I am pretty confident I would be underestimated. Nobody notices the 3-year-old. When they do, their number one observation is that I am not wearing a diaper.

That's what impresses them.

The real world is weird.

I knew the kids, so it was easy to pick out the parents. I walked over to them.

"Hi," I said. "My name is Tia. I'm your pilot today. Nice to see you again, Keva. You too, Everson."

"Are we being punked?" said Beatrisa.

"A certainly understandable query," I said, sounding like freaking Mr. Spock. "I believe my mom issued a challenge on my behalf."

"She wasn't kidding," said Beatrisa.

I just shook my head no.

"I can teach you the inverted loop, if you'd like," I said. I guess I was twisting the knife, just a bit.

"I don't understand this at all," said Beatrisa.

"Mom suggested that I share that everything that happens this week is strictly confidential," I said. "Oh, wait, not the flying part. Nothing special about that. The fucking part. You've had a few days to think about it, but you know our rules. You're welcome to stay celibate or join right in. Either is the right answer. It is entirely up to you. But no one will find out. That just doesn't happen."

"So..." said Beatrisa. I admit I laughed.

"There was so much in that one word," I said, smiling. Oops.

Beatrisa needs new shorts.

"You can do it, too?" said Keva. Oh, I just couldn't resist.

Keva needs new shorts, too.

"I don't understand any of this," said Beatrisa. Yeah, she said it again.

"No one does at first," I said. "Seriously. It challenges your normal in so many ways. Mom and Dad and Mom have a saying that applies so well. Just roll with it."

"Mom and Dad and Mom?" asked Paco. I admit, I laughed again.

"I didn't think there was anyone in the world that still didn't understand our culture," I said. "You've met Mom. Leslie. She's married to Hunter and Hallie. Hunter and Hallie are also twins. They're all three my parents and my brother Jax's parents. You'll meet Jax."

"There are three in their relationship and two of them are twins," said Paco. "And the twins..."

"Well, normally that's not a question you would ask in our culture," I said. "But in this case I'll make an exception. Yes. Frequently. Regularly. Damn near all the time. All three of them together. Sometimes larger groups. Often giant sex parties. No, that's not fair. Damn near always giant sex parties. It is kind of our culture."

"And you know about the sex parties," said Beatrisa. I laughed out loud at that one.

"Sex is amazing. Sex is rejuvenating. Sex is transcendent. Of course I know about it. Love is more than sex, but love does not preclude sex. We all get it. If you can walk, you've seen someone fucking. You pretty much can't walk around without seeing someone fucking. I was at the park today and people were fucking everywhere!"

I might have gotten a little carried away with the strength of that last sentence.

"Surely you've seen the guys that run HT," I said. They all nodded.

"The H is Hunter. Taller. Studly. That's my dad," I said. "His twin sister Hallie is my mom."

I understand the quizzical looks, being, you know, Asian.

"I'm adopted," I said. "My brother Jax is black. You might guess he is, too. Although Mom Hallie is pregnant with their baby. Damn, she is sexy."

The four moans are encouraging.

Beatrisa just shrugged and they all followed me on the plane. I put Beatrisa in the co-pilot seat and we did her first flying lesson in a space plane. The S-88 is really simple to fly, and she is a natural pilot. One way or another, I am giving her a space plane.

And yes, I can do that.

We flew over to LAX which is where I staged the two F/A-18 planes I brought. No, not in my S-88. In the C-112 I flew over. The S-88 was inside, too.

Ya gotta have your smaller space plane.

We landed at the FBO next to the C-112. That's why we're at LAX. No other area airport could accommodate the C-112, even though I landed vertically. It is just physically too large. We got out and then the door of my S-88 closed, and it flew itself into the hold.

That can't surprise you.

"So who flew the C-112?" asked Everson. I just waited him out. It is what we do.

"Oh come on," said Beatrisa.

"It really shouldn't be that surprising. You saw how simple it is to fly an S-88. The C-112 uses exactly the same avionics. If you can fly one, you can fly the other," I said.

"The flight characteristics have to be dramatically different," said Beatrisa.

"Not as much as you think," I said. "Size doesn't really affect that much in an anti-grav plane. You're not really dealing with a perceptively different weight."

"Of course you are!" said Paco.

"No," I said. "It is literally anti-gravity. While clearly it retains its mass, it doesn't retain its weight. It is the weight that affects how the plane behaves. I could take either plane and make it to the moon in under an hour."

For some reason that statement startled them.

"You know we have a moon base. And a space station," I said. "Pretty common knowledge."

"Under an hour," said Keva. "The moon is something like 400,000 kilometers away."

"Yeah," I said. "They're not quite as fast in the atmosphere, both due to friction and short distances, but outside the atmosphere they speed up."

"What, no warp speed?" laughed Beatrisa. Oh, I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. Just then the S-88 flew itself back.

We are jumping to Nibiru.

The plane settled down and I turned back to Beatrisa.

"While we do have the technology to travel beyond the speed of light, it isn't necessary," I said. I just left it there for a minute. I admit to being curious.

They just looked at me for a minute. It was Paco that got it first.

"The rumors that you can jump are real," he said, with reverence.

OK, it made me laugh, which softened his face.

"So you can't," he said.

"Oh, sure we can," I said. "I just loved your tone of voice." I waved them to follow me into the S-88 again and had them sit down.

I got clearance to take off and flew out over the ocean.

"Why are we flying out here?" asked Everson.

"Don't you think people would notice when our plane blinks out of existence?" I asked. Just then I hit the button. The color of the sky changed, and I gently dropped us back to the ground.

Not down to Earth.

Our guests are looking out the front window at the house and marina on the lake. The grass and sky always does it. Just coincidentally, we dropped down at a time and at an angle where they could see both suns.

It is kind of trippy. The funny thing is this is just normal to me. I went from being an adopted kid in a rural town to this.

I'm still sorry about my adoptive parents. How they did it was wrong, but their intentions were great. I miss them.

Landed OK, didn't we. No, I don't mean in the plane. Jax and me with Mom Hallie, Mom Leslie, and Dad.

Freaking amazing. Oh God. Landed. I'm telling Grandpa and putting it in my log.

I dropped the stairs and as we walked down, the door of the house opened. I admit I was a little surprised that Mom Hallie, Mom Leslie, and Dad walked out.

Naked.

Just assume lots and lots of moaning.

Then Gabe and his quad and Ruby and her quad came out.

Still naked.

"This has taken a positive turn," said Everson.

"Oh yeah," said Keva.

Paco and Beatrisa just moaned again.

Then Bill and Jessica ran out the door. With Jax. And CJ and BJ.

Oh yeah.

And Nan.

I might be dripping a bit.

We did all the introductions. Now I am passing the pen to Mom Leslie. I've got things to do. Nan headed off to the marina at speed and the rest of us littles ran after her. Shits goin' down.

An abrupt passing of the pen

I guess Tia has things to do. You go, girl. Leslie here. Beatrisa and Paco are just a bit stunned. Beatrisa turned to me.

"This is all normal to you," she said. I admit I laughed.

"Just a typical day," I said, smiling. Oops. Got a little carried away. Sorry.

"Not sorry," said Beatrisa, in a shaky voice. Beatrisa who is now naked. All of them are.

Damn.

"Do Bill and Jessica know they are possibly the two most attractive people on the planet?" asked Paco. "Oh, is that creepy for me to say?"

"No!" shouted, well, almost everyone.

"They meant no it isn't creepy," I said. "Because they are. They'd deny it, over and over, but they're starting to get it that their denials are useless."

Well, they are.

"Listen," I said. "I get this is all overwhelming. We have a lot of choices. We can all get dressed and jump back to Earth. Yes, I know that is a weird thing to say. We can all get dressed and have fun on the water and doing other fun activities that don't involve sex. Or we could put aside all our worries and just fuck our brains out."

"I vote for that last option," said Beatrisa.

"Mom!" said Everson. "I'm so proud of you."

"Listen," said Beatrisa. "It wasn't a lack of desire that kept us apart. It was the rules. Now, I know it is a risk, but given we're on another planet, the likelihood of anyone finding out feels small."

"What about us?" said Keva. "Dad, would you like to fuck me too?"

Paco's moan was impressive. He finally stood up straight, which made his cock bounce. I liked it. We all liked it.

"Yes," he said. "I could give you a long-winded explanation but come on. We're on another planet. This is a sexy group. Why not?"

"You know that's pretty much how we live our lives," said Ruby.

"Yes," said all four of our new friends. Beatrisa yelled out jinx with such joy.

Her first kiss was Everson. Got him close. A little mother-son bonding.

Then she kissed Keva. Damn those were big orgasms.

She kissed Paco last and while she did, she pushed him back on the grass. She lifted his cock with her left hand and slid right on, to moans from them both.

We all just watched. Well, we did. It was passionate and athletic and impressive as hell. Their love showed so well.

Then we all got a little crazy. Ruby ran inside and came out with a box of spatulas.

That can't surprise you.

I appreciated that she demonstrated the use of a spatula on me. One continuous orgasm. Then she went over and whispered in Beatrisa's ear.

"Really?" said Beatrisa. Ruby just nodded.

"I call a gangbang!" shouted Beatrisa.

"A gangbang has been declared!" we all shouted. OK, our new friends didn't.

Oh. Keva did.

And she yelled jinx. Well played, girl.

"May I make a suggestion?" said Carlina.

Suggestions are well accepted.

"Since the men will have at least two in them, perhaps Paco would like to do the same," said Carlina.

It took Paco a minute to understand. I still think he might be confused.

"I couldn't possibly fuck all of you," said Paco.

"That's not what I meant," said Carlina. "You have it backwards."

Paco finally caught on, but it was Beatrisa that moaned first. Loud and long.

"You'd be OK with that?" said Paco.

"Dream cum true," said Beatrisa. Paco just beamed.

So that's what we did. I underestimated the men though. Beatrisa, Paco, Keva, Everson.

Four.

Then they all did it seven more times.

Nibiru.

Well played, guys. Yeah, we girls lost out a little, but not a lot.

Ruby had a box of toys, too.

It was quite an afternoon.

On another planet.

An inverted loop

Back to Tia. Yes, I had a wonderful afternoon with my friends. I always learn so many things. Physics. I'm talking about physics.

OK, no I'm not.

Right now, Beatrisa and I are taking up F/A-18s and I'm going to teach her the inverted loop. I had to get Chris involved. Not because I'm flying, but because the Navy was uncomfortable with Beatrisa flying a plane not maintained by the US.

Um, ours are better.

We finally solved the problem by paying for a Navy mechanic to come sign off on the plane. I believe his words were better than new.

Yep.

We filed a flight plan that we would be doing a dogfight near our island off LA. That alone caused a furor until we pointed out that it would be in our territorial waters. Then the State department got involved. Then Chris got involved and it was all fixed. These people are pompous windbags.

For some reason they didn't want to talk about it with the 3-year-old pilot. What's up with that?

We flew out to the staging area. We had plenty of cloaked drones to provide video for us. We were using the Top Gun engagement rules and even have an observer up with Mom in her F-87. Oscar, who heads up Top Gun. He is briefly mentioned in the chapter about Mom winning her first Top Gun but didn't even warrant an entry in the list of people in the story.

I'm pretty confident he will be in the list now. I know he spent the weekend with Moms and Dad.

"He agreed you could enter this year," thought Mom, to me.

Enter?

"Top Gun," thought Mom.

"Come on Mom," I thought. "They're going to let a 3-year-old enter Top Gun."

"Yep," thought Mom.

Cool.

"What am I flying?" I thought.

"F-22," thought Mom.

Oh God, I love flying the F-22. It makes me wet every time. Just tingly.

Sorry, I know I'm 3, but it does. Flying an F-81 or F-87 in space is amazing, but the power of the F-22 is addictive, useless as it would be in a dogfight against us.

Well, it would be.

Mom also shared that Beatrisa has a spot, if I can get her trained fast enough in an F-35.

Well, so much for our F/A-18 dogfight.

"Beatrisa," I radioed. "Something better has come up. Let's return to LAX. I need to share something cool with you."

"Roger that," radioed Beatrisa.

"But before we do," I said. "Let's at least do the inverted loop. We've walked through it dozens of times. On my wingtip."

Beatrisa tucked in really close. We accelerated and pulled up. Just at the right point, I radioed "Now".

And we both hit our afterburners. Up and over. It is a rush, especially in an antiquated airplane.

Now I am all tingly.

We flew back to LAX and taxied up to the C-112. It was in just a little bit different spot. We came down the ladders and I walked over to Beatrisa.

"Did the big plane go somewhere?" she said. "It is in a different spot."

"Good observation," I said, just as Mom Leslie came down the ramp towing an F-35. Ruby was behind her towing another one.

"Two F-35s?" asked Beatrisa. "My dream plane."

"Well good, because you need to put a lot of hours into it and Top Gun is in four months," I said. "I'll be your instructor."

For some reason, Beatrisa just stared at me.

"You're going to be my instructor and you believe I can be ready in four months to compete in Top Gun," she said.

I just waited her out.

"You wouldn't have said it if it isn't true," said Beatrisa. "Are you flying one in Top Gun, too?"

"No," I said, but she didn't let me finish. She laughed a little.

"I just asked a 3-year-old if she was flying in Top Gun," she laughed.

"Oh, I am," I said. "I'm just flying an F-22."

OK, that got another stare. And another laugh.

"Oh God, you're serious," said Beatrisa.

"I will make sure you are very competitive. Quarter finals, maybe even the semi-finals," I said. "Unless you go against me early, then I am sorry, but you'll be out. I'm winning the whole thing."

It took Beatrisa a minute to process that.

"I believe you," she said. "I know it is crazy, but I've seen you fly. You are the most natural pilot I have ever seen."

"You should see Mom Leslie," I said. "She has lost one time, to Jessica, and honestly it was a fluke. She's won both Top Guns in which she was entered. She's flown against General Shaw over a hundred times. She's never lost. She's flown against me over fifty times. She is the only person I have never beaten. I don't always win, but I win a lot. Ruby and I are tied. I beat Aunt Chris a little more than she beats me. But Mom. Never. And that won't change. It literally doesn't matter how much I practice. She will always win. She is that good."

"That's where I remember her from!" said Beatrisa. "I knew I did. She won Top Gun at like 13."

"Eleven," I said. "But I'm going to burn that record down."

"Yeah, I suspect you are," said Beatrisa.

"Let's fly these up to your air station," I said. "You've been loaned to us so you can train full time, but we'll base them there since it is near your home."

"I can't fly one!" she said. "I need hundreds of hours in a simulator first."

I admit, I laughed.

"I've never even seen a simulator," I said. "The only thing you really have to remember is that the F/A-18 is a slug. For you, at first, the F-35 will be twitchy as hell."

"But I can't," she said.

"You absolutely can," I said. "These are also our F-35s. If you lose control in anyway, they can fly autonomously. They also have anti-grav pods. So if you have a major issue, just let go of the stick. The plane will take over and you'll land safely."

"In an F-35," she said. "Why?"

"Because they're fun toys," I said. "We have them at our amusement parks. All the kids fly them."

"Sure, sure," said Beatrisa.

I just waited her out.

"You folks are seriously different," said Beatrisa.

"She says to her instructor, the 3-year-old," I said, laughing. "I guess we are."

"If there was ever a conflict, your country would kick our ass, wouldn't they?" said Beatrisa.

It took me a minute to stop laughing.

"Was that a serious question?" I said.

"I guess not," she said. "So why do we still spend so much? If the world was in conflict, you'd just shut it down."

"We ask that question a lot," I said, softly. "So much money that could be better used."

"You know something?" said Beatrisa. "I have reached the point that having these conversations with you seems normal. You're amazing."

"No, I'm not," I said. "I might modestly be an outlier on some things, but far from amazing. The world doesn't quite get it."

"We really don't," said Beatrisa. With that, we climbed up into our planes and took off. It took Beatrisa about five minutes to get the hang of the F-35.

"Let's do our dogfight," I radioed. She laughed into her mic and called out the heading.

I beat her, pretty easily, but the talent is there. Top Gun is going to be fun.

It is time

We're off to San Diego. No flying a dog of an F-22 around the world. We just loaded it plus five F-87s into a C-112. We're doing an airshow. I had to laugh, though. You probably figured out this is Tia.

Amy is coming along. Grandma Amy. Why you ask?

Because Leslie, Jessica, Ruby, and I all need a chaperone. Yes, Leslie, who is the mother of the pilot most likely to win is too young to be at the competition alone. Even though she is the Minister of Defense of Dionysus. And people wonder why we're different.

We landed at our spot on the taxiway. It still confuses them when we land a C-112 vertically. Then again it is so big it holds all six planes.

In a corner of the cargo hold.

We all walked down the ramp. Leslie, Ruby, Jessica, and I are all in uniform. Leslie is a four-star. Our only four-star. Ruby and Jessica are three stars.

I'm only a two-star. Oh, I earned it, but I think Mom did it just as much so that all these officious people will have to salute Jessica and me.

Fucking hilarious.

We're all wearing khaki shorts and polos, with our stars embroidered on the collar. There isn't a military officer in the world that doesn't recognize our rank anymore.

I went down first.

General Tia.

Come on. It is funny.

There is a small group waiting for us. I can see them clearly enough to see that the most senior person is a Colonel. A full bird Colonel. I walked up and just waited.

We had all even learned how to properly salute. We don't salute. OK, we finally learned how. We're wearing our uniforms.

People are going to salute us. Repeatedly. And that isn't the fun use of that word.

Then again, recruiting, right?

We'll find the proper use of the word. Trust me. After all, we own a big house right here on Coronado. We're hosting a reception tonight for all the competitors.

Getting to know them, so to speak.

No, probably not that way. Yet. At least Jessica and me. Darn it.

The rest of us are still hanging back on the ramp. I am just standing in front of them. Waiting.

Mom thinks I look adorable. Because I am adorable. One of the people next to the Colonel whispered something to him and he turns to what is clearly his aide.

"Her?" said the Colonel. "I'm supposed to salute a fucking toddler?"

"While I am quite skilled in that area," said Tia. "I earned these stars through my flying skills. I will kick the ass of every competitor here and be crowned this year's Top Gun. Count on it."

The poor Lieutenant is clearly conflicted. He knows they should salute. He does. Just then a more senior officer strode up. Yes, strode. It fit his gait perfectly.

And promptly saluted me. The Lieutenant threw up his salute, too. The Colonel finally did too, with quite the eye roll.

I saluted them back and just let it reverberate across the base.

"At ease," I said.

The General turned to the Colonel and simply ripped him a new one. I hope his career survives. Mom must have felt it was time to walk down the ramp and we went through the same silly ritual.

"OK," said Leslie. "We're done with that now. We don't salute. It was freaking hilarious, but please respect our customs."

The General just nodded.

Did I mention it is General Dave?

"I know, but that was hilarious," said General Dave.

"Yeah, it was," said Leslie. I don't think the Colonel appreciated us all laughing.

None more than Jessica and me.

"OK," said the Colonel. "The joke is on me. Let's meet your actual pilot."

"Oh, that part was true," I said. "I'm the pilot. I will win. You might as well send out the press release now."

A little cocky, even if it is true. I have reached the point where I win against every pilot in the Dionysus Air Force except one.

My mom. Leslie.

Mom Leslie still only has that one loss. It bugs her.

"Can she beat you?" asked Dave, of Leslie.

"Not yet" laughed Leslie. "Everyone else though."

Oh yeah. Ruby and I nodded. She freaking destroys us.

"She's good. Fearless, but safe. Her balls are simply huge," said Mom Leslie.

Thanks, Mom.

Just then planes started flying out of the hold of the C-112. Five F-87s, which parked themselves in a row.

Then an F-22. OK, that raised Dave's eyebrows. You could almost see the lightbulb go on.

"An ion-powered F-22?" said Dave, with some awe.

"You told us we couldn't fly the F-87," said Mom Leslie. "You agreed to an F-22."

"Not a freaking ion powered one!" shouted the Colonel.

"Why not?" asked Leslie.

And we waited. After a surprisingly long standoff, a cart pulling a plane came down the ramp. Driven by Hunter.

Come on. You know Hunter and Hallie are with us. Their daughter is competing.

Did I mention he is towing a dinosaur powered F-22? Just as they cleared the ramp, the ion-powered F-22 flew itself back onto the plane.

"Just fucking with you," I said. "I don't need anything special. I could win in an F/A-18. Like the movie."

Well, I could.

I turned to the Colonel.

"Would you like a ride?" I said, pointing to an F-87. My F-87.

"With you?" sneered the Colonel. The Lieutenant is discreetly holding up his hand.

"I sure would," said General Dave.

Oh, that sure puts the Colonel in a tough place.

"We'll all go," said Leslie. The Colonel let out a happy sigh.

"Would love to go," he said.

"Great," said Leslie. "Two to a plane. General, you're with me. Lieutenant, you're with Chris, Colonel, you're with Tia."

"Tia?" he squeaked.

"Well, she did invite you," said Leslie, who then turned and headed towards her plane. We all went to our plane.

Leaving the Colonel on the tarmac.

"Your call, dude," I shouted back. "They're damn near orgasmic."

Probably understated given the number of times I've cum flying one.

"Me too, me too," thought Mom Leslie.

Weird. Still a little weird.

Pretty cool though.

The Colonel actually rubbed his face with his hands for a moment, then stood up straight and headed towards me.

"Good call," I said. "It's fucking amazing. Two bad I'm not 9. I could show you a totally different experience in space."

Yes, I went there. Now I'm cackling. Sounding remarkably like Grace's maniacal laugh.

Aunt Grace taught it to me.

Too much fun

I am having way too much fun for a day where I don't get any fun. We went up the short stairs and I put him in the co-pilot seat.

"Your fighters have side-by-side seating?" said the Colonel. He has his callsign stitched on his chest.

"So your call sign is Pacer," I said. "Are you from Indianapolis?"

"You're almost the first person to make the connection," he said, with a smile.

"Well, my friend Morgon does own the team. My Grandma Pari gave it to her," I said.

"How are we supposed to know when you're telling the truth?" he said.

"We always do," I said. "Seriously. It just isn't funny to lie, even when you try to make it a joke. It's a bad joke. When you lie for real, you lose all the trust. So we don't lie. I'd rather not say is uncommon, but not unheard of. We don't use words to hurt either, so if you ask me if an outfit makes you look fat, I'll tell you that I don't think it is the best choice for you. I answered the question truthfully, but with some tact. I'm not going to tell you that the booty shorts make your giant ass look great."

Now he is just staring at me.

"Strap in and put on your oxygen. We don't need it, but wear it during air shows," I said. He got all set, and I did, too. Just as we were about to take off, the realization hit.

"Air shows?" he said, muffled a bit by the mask.

That's when I turned the plane on its back, pointed straight up in the air. All the other planes were aimed up next to me.

And we took off. Fast. So fast we had to use our antigrav technology to counteract the G-forces on the humans. The plane could take it, but we couldn't.

Yeah, that many G.

As in we broke the Kármán line in under 20 seconds.

62 miles. 20 seconds. 11,000 mph. 18,000 kph. And that's starting from a standstill. The planes can do it empty a lot faster, but even with the antigrav tech, that's all the Gs we're comfortable with.

We got up even higher, even faster, because we were still accelerating.

We're flying them around the moon.

"Um, Tia," said the Colonel. The first time he's just been polite. "I'm sorry, General Tia."

"Tia is just fine. We literally don't care about the rank or our titles," I said. "Technically I am Princess General Tia."

"So you are," he said. "Just out of curiosity, is that the moon coming up?"

"Yes," I said.

"We've been off the ground for less than a minute," he said.

"Uh huh," I said.

"The moon is roughly 400,000 kilometers from earth," he said.

"Uh huh," I said.

"So we averaged over 24 million kilometers an hour," said Pacer.

"Uh huh," I said.

"Holy fuck," he said. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Know how to say it, damn good doing it," I said. That startled him a little and I laughed.

"No worries," I said. "You're not under 18. I won't have my way with you."

A little #MeToo, but come on, it was funny. I'm 3. Let me have that one.

"Yeah, got it, sexy young woman," he said, with just the slightest hint of lust.

Well played.

"But seriously, you're that advanced," said Pacer. OK, his real name is Norm.

"Uh huh," I said. "So we just trusted you with some pretty big secrets. Were we right to do so?"

"Yeah," he said. "I am sorry."

I laughed. They always get there.

"It's ridiculous," I said. "I mean me. I'm freaking 3. I'm flying an old school F-22 which is technologically a dinosaur. Embarrassingly so. Leslie couldn't win a fight between an F-22 and any of our space fighters. She couldn't."

"Can we jump them?" I asked, of Mom.

In my head, of course. I included all the pilots in the discussion. Mom Hallie and Dad, too.

"Yeah," said Mom Leslie. "At this point, what's the difference? It's not like anyone is going to be able to do a damn thing about anything."

Everyone quickly agreed.

It was a quick conversation.

"OK," I said. "We're going to share even a little more, so we're seriously trusting you here."

"Nibiru Lodge, please," I said.

And we changed from being in space above Earth to being in the air above Nibiru.

It is a little jarring.

"Not sure we thought this through," thought Aunt Chris.

"Shit," thought Dad.

"Yeah," thought Mom Leslie. "Two ways to play it."

"Your call," thought Ruby. "You're the Minister of Defense."

We all heard Mom Leslie laughed in our heads.

"Get off dressed," she thought. I dropped the stairs and we walked over to the group which was just standing between all the planes.

"OK," said Mom Leslie. "Here's the deal. We let you in on a secret and it is a freaking big one. You are on the planet Nibiru. It is a little over 300 light-years from Earth. We have commercialized Nan's technology and have been on thousands of planets. Nibiru was the first and the first one we have settled. We're at the family house right now."

You could see the freaking giant house behind her, right on the water.

"But we screwed something up. We have kind of an informal rule, or expectation, of people that spend time on Nibiru. It is entirely up to you whether you participate, but if you don't, you would literally be the first that did," said Leslie. "We're a bit sad that we put ourselves in that situation, because the custom is oddly important to us."

"What's the custom?" asked General Dave.

Mom whipped off her top and shimmied out of her shorts. She is now standing in front of us all gloriously naked. The rest of our group started stripping, too.

Including me.

"No one has ever worn clothes on Nibiru," said Leslie.

The Lieutenant, who we know is Woody, was naked faster than I was. He's proudly standing their naked. I think it finally sunk in that he had stripped first.

It seemed OK though, when General Dave started undressing.

"No pressure, Norm," said Dave, just as he dropped his underwear.

General Dave is a remarkable specimen.

But I soon learned that he paled in comparison to Norm.

The dude is hung.

Hey, a girl can enjoy the view.

"OK," said Hallie. "Here's the deal. In our culture, most of us would have already been on the grass fucking. We're not going to suggest that today, but in the future, after the competition, the invitation to return is there. Just be prepared for some things that might be at the edge of your comfort zone like men on men."

"And, well, me," I said.

The three men looked at me for just a little too long and finally realized that.

It is hilarious.

The competition

I guess this is my story. Still Tia. I could take you through the entire story, but it will be startlingly familiar.

Sort of.

For example, the pilots meeting. Remember when Mom Leslie was such an aberration? About half the pilots freaked out about me. The other half didn't. The second half likely knew their shot at glory dimmed when I walked in the room too.

I'll jump ahead to the semi-finals, because the fun part of this story is after the competition. No, not that fun. OK, well, yes, that fun, but that's not what I meant. You see, in the semi-finals Beatrisa was up against General Shaw.

And kicked his ass. OK, probably not fair, since it was quite competitive, but in the end Beatrisa made the finals.

I was up against a French fighter. OK, that made Mom Leslie laugh. It was not competitive in any way.

I really did kick his ass. Badly. To the bone badly. When we landed he immediately filed a protest and demanded a challenge.

Sure, dude. I'll kick your ass again.

Oscar ruled the win was valid but allowed a challenge flight after the finals. I did love that Oscar made a point, multiple times, of saying that in a challenge, the pilots had their choice of aircraft.

Setting me up, dude.

Oh, I won, and Beatrisa came in second. It was one hell of a fight. Not quite the finals between General Shaw and Leslie, but after Mom, my most competitive fight ever. I'm going to have to practice more. The F-22 gave me a little edge over her F-35, and I needed every bit of it.

After the awards ceremony, the announcer shared that there was still one challenge flight. Like Orlando's, we'd do it low and visible to the crowd.

I actually walked over with the dude to his plane, with him just bitching at me in French. We got to his plane.

"Those were not very nice things to say," I said, in flawless French.

He blushed. I walked over to my plane and put down the stairs.

"What the fuck is that?" he shouted and ran over.

"An F-87," I said.

"You fly an F-22!" he shouted. He shouts a lot. By now we had a crowd, including Oscar, General Shaw, and my family. Mom Leslie has a bemused expression. OK, my entire family does.

"Because the competition required it," I said. "Challenges have no such limitations."

Oscar leading the laughing might have been a bit cruel.

"What the fuck is it?" he shouted, again.

"I already told you," I said. "It is an F-87. Our smaller space fighter. In the atmosphere, we limit it to Mach 100. About 125,000 kph. Outside the atmosphere it is faster."

He just stared at me.

"I will still beat you," he declared.

"You couldn't beat me when I flew an antique F-22," I said.

"The F-22 is the finest fighter in the world!" he declared.

Our entire family laughed again.

So did General Shaw.

"OK," I said. "Let's do it."

I went up the stairs quickly and they closed. He still hadn't climbed up his old school ladder when I took off. I just lifted up and waved. Then I turned vertical and just shot into the air.

It is a thrill ride. I came back down quickly and floated offshore in the target area while he took off. Gosh, are you surprised that he came right at me?

Me neither. I shot straight up and let him pass under me and got right on his tail. I could have shot him, but this was fun. He tried his best to lose me.

Um, no.

He pulled up into a loop and I stopped and turned around. It was a pretty well executed loop but when he came out of it, I was just floating in front of him.

It felt like time to fire.

With one bullet. OK, a simulated bullet. Right into his engine air intake.

One bullet for the win. Kind of a Star Wars vibe. Find the one vulnerable spot. He went off to land. I floated down onto the beach.

Hey, I like the beach. I came down the stairs to the crowd cheering.

I think it was the point where the crowd learned I'm little.

Really little. Asian, right?

Mom told me that the conversations in the crowd were hilarious.

My opponent never came back.

Surprised?

We've extended the invitations

And the US is gonna be pissed. Their best and brightest. We competed for several years. Now, there was some overlap, but not as much as you would expect. We invited over 100 pilots to visit. I hadn't seen some of them since I had puffies. And this is Leslie, not Chris. Yes, I used to have glorious puffies.

My tits are going to surprise them. Particularly since they're unlikely to be covered this weekend.

When we extended the invitations, we were brutally honest about everything. We're recruiting for our Air Force and Space Force and their accomplishments to date made them worth interviewing. We also laid out all the rules in Dionysus. All of them. We did the can but don't have to. In writing.

Then we offered to answer questions via email. We didn't get as many as we expected and when we answered them, we shared the questions and answers with all of them. My absolute favorite is from a US pilot. Cedric.

I understand that you value directness. I am a very sexual person and told that my skills are above average. Would it be possible to spend the night pleasuring both Leslie and Ruby? Please?

Well now. He did say please. I had to laugh, because our commitment was that we would share all the questions and answers with everyone.

So we shared the question.

And the answer.

Yes.

Sometimes the answers are not all that complicated. It is a coincidence, I am sure, that the number of acceptances for our introductory visits near 100%. Prior to the question we were at 33%.

I guess Ruby and I are a draw. What do you think?

Did I mention that we included General Dave in the invite list?

I suppose I never finished the story on Nibiru either.

Great fun. I know General Shaw, Dave, much better now.

The first wave arrives

The first group of four arrives in just a few minutes. We did a little test. We sent Jessica and Bill to pick them up at Miramar in San Diego. The US will figure it out quickly, but we still have the rights to land at their airfields, so we'll leverage it until we don't.

Why are Jessica and Bill a test?

They're 5. If you're not willing to get on an S-88 piloted by two 5-year-olds, then you don't belong in our military.

Did I also mention that they're damn near naked? Another test.

Then again, Tia won Top Gun and these four were all in the field.

One of them is General Dave.

Probably some more to this story, but I'm going to be pretty busy.

Fucking.

What is it about nipples

Nylah here. What is it about American's fascination with nipples? The nipples of a 7-year-old. Let's face it, if you posted a picture of just our chests, it would be almost impossible to tell Colby and me apart. I got nothin'.

But. Oh, you just knew there was a but.

Remember on the beach where I followed the boy into the bathroom? Well back it up just a bit to the point where I pulled off my top. Now, imagine a video of me from top off to top on.

With my trip into the bathroom in between. The video is now floating around the internet and the comments are vicious. My guess is that the people posting the most vile comments are doing so one-handed as they watch the video and jack off with the other. The whole concept of incels is ludicrous to anyone in our world, but hey, if my nipples are that controversial, something is fucked up in your culture. It isn't even IN the bathroom. Just me walking in and then out.

I did what every 7-year-old would do. No, not run to Mommy and Daddy, although I did tell them about it. I told them I would handle it and they laughed and agreed.

Parenting works a little differently in our world. Heck, maybe they thought I'd sue somebody, being an attorney and all. I would love to be able to cross-examine the people making these kinds of posts.

"When you watched the video, did you get hard?" I would ask.

"Objection, relevance?" shouts their lawyer. I just look at the judge and raise my eyebrows and he overrules.

That was weird.

Colby and I talked about it. I did two things.

First, I did a little educational video. Colby helped. It's me walking down the hall in a school, in LA, that we run.

"Hi, my name is Nylah," I said. "This is a bathroom in one of our schools in Los Angeles. You'll see that the sign says Restroom. There are no gender references. There don't need to be. There is literally nothing to see in a bathroom. Let's go in."

I opened the door and walked in. There were three stalls, with the doors closed. There were two boys standing at the urinal peeing. They looked over their shoulder and one of them laughed. Just then a girl came out of one of the stalls. She washed her hands and left and then the boys did the same. I just let it roll.

"That couldn't have been more clear. We all use the bathroom. There is nothing exciting or sexual about a bathroom. We didn't see anything. The boys were facing away, and the girl was behind a door. So stop sexualizing bathrooms. We just have to pee," I said.

I led Colby out of the bathroom and back into the hall.

"Now that we've cleared that up, let's talk nipples," I said. With that, I pulled off my shirt and was topless.

"I have nipples. My nipples are nothing more than ornaments right now since I have not reached puberty. My nipples and my twin brother's nipples are identical. He doesn't need a top. I do. Stop it. You're making nipples sexual and worse, you don't understand the purpose of breasts. So all of you shaming women for breast feeding, stop that, too."

"So here's my challenge," I said, into the camera. "If all of this offended you, let's debate it. I'm looking for someone with prominence in their community. Perhaps in their church. Someone that feels like they represent a large group of people that are offended by the bathroom or my nipples or both. We'll sit down and discuss it, in a debate format.

"Bottom line," I said. "Your approach to this is all messed up. It is wrong. I know it. You just don't know it yet."

I faded out and a card with an email address showed up.

We got over four thousand messages wanting to debate us.

How to pick, how to pick.

I took the unconventional route. I picked a mom, from LA. More accurately, from Brentwood. Yeah, the upscale part of LA. I had no doubt she's used to her money getting her what she wants. The fact that I could buy California would confuse her, although I probably won't bring it up. I invited her to do it, but only if she brought her kids on the show, too. You see, she has twins. She's Thora and her twins are Oden and Starla. Yes, really. Oden and Starla are 9. I told her that to be the chosen debater, she needed to bring both kids on, too. Our moderator is Joy Reid. We're doing it on the ReidOut, her prime time show on MSNBC. Right in 30 Rock, in New York.

We do love New York. Now, you're expecting something like Gabe and Carlina's interview, and while I suspect there will be similarities, hopefully it doesn't involve child rape and domestic violence like that one. I know Carlina has stayed in touch with them and they're all doing well.

Except for him. Still prison for him.

So tonight is the night. I'm in a nice dress and just arrived in the green room. She's already there, with her kids. She just sneered at me.

Yes, sneered. It pissed her off that her kids were excited to meet me. Now, you're assuming I came with an entourage, led by Mom and Dad.

I did not. I am alone. This was my deal and frankly I was making a point.

OK, Colby and Karolina are in the audience. You just never know. OK, OK, the real reason is we're staying the night and I wanted my snuggle bunnies with me. Now you're picturing the three of us in bed, naked, aren't you? Is Karolina in the middle? She is usually in the middle. I think it is her budding breasts. We're a bit enamored with them.

Sorry, now you're finishing this story with a hardon. It was inevitable.

We're finally on stage. Thora is on a couch with Oden on one side and Starla on the other. Boy are they all over dressed.

I'm sitting on a chair. Just me up here folks. Joy is facing us both.

"Nylah, I have to start with you. You're 7 and up here on the stage alone. Where are your parents?" asked Joy. I admit I laughed a little.

"Honestly Joy, I have no idea," I said. "I told them I would handle this and they're aware of my being on the show, but none of us felt the need for them to be here."

"How did you get here?" asked Joy.

"Kind of a softball, there, Joy. I flew here with my fiancé, Colby, and my other fiancé, Karolina," I said. "They're in the audience."

I saw a spot go up and a camera shoot a little of them. They're holding hands and waving with the other hand.

It's adorable.

"OK, this is a little confusing," said Joy. "You're 7, you're engaged to a boy and a girl, the boy is your twin, and the girl appears to be a teenager."

"Not quite. Karolina is only 12," I said. Well, that's the answer.

"So you flew commercial? Or did you have a pilot?" asked Joy.

"More softballs, Joy," I said. "I flew us here in my S-88 space plane. That said, either Karolina or Colby could have flown. They both have an S-88, too. We share an E-82 as well since it is bigger."

"Colby and I flew on the day. All our siblings and our parents did too," I said, softly. It is true and it generally shuts down a lot of the conversation.

"Wow," said Starla. It actually got her a slap on the hand from her mom. Awesome parenting there, Mom.

"Well, OK," said Joy. "Thora, let's learn a little about you. Why don't you all introduce yourselves."

"I'm Thora," she said. "I'm an attorney and volunteer at the local woman's shelter. These are Starla and Oden, our 9-year-old twins."

"Nice to meet you all," said Joy.

"Likewise," I said. Well it is.

Thora just glared at me.

"So what is your position Thora that led you to want to be on the show?" asked Joy.

"She's a whore," said Thora, pointing at me.

"OK now, I've been through this before. I am not a whore. I am insatiable. I would even accept slut but am not shamed by it. But I am not a whore," I said. Joy is just kind of staring at me.

"Did you just call yourself an insatiable slut?" asked Joy. I admit I laughed.

"Sure," I said. "Look at them." I pointed to my pooh bears.

"Every single day," I said. "Often with friends and family. Colby and I turned 7, so we're good up to 17. Karolina is 12, which is kind of an awesome age because she really doesn't have any limits. She's also smoking hot. Hell, I'll bet both of them would accept insatiable slut, too. The thing is we're not embarrassed by it. We love each other. We love sex. We're doing good things in the world. We've been through this. It is old news. Thora may find us abhorrent, and more power to her, but we honestly don't care. Not once single bit. This all started because someone saw the nipples of a 7-year-old girl. Good God. They're just nipples. Why hasn't anyone asked what went on in that bathroom. I sure as hell wouldn't answer, but it sure is weird no one asked."

It is kind of weird.

"Did he fuck you?" snarled Thora.

I think it confused her that Starla and Oden both moaned.

"Mom, come on," said Starla. "We go to a Dionysus school. We're freaking 9-years-old and both in college. They are doing good in the world. You absolutely have to know we fuck all the time. Each other. Friends. Classmates. Teachers. Everyone. A lot. We freaking love it and more importantly we're accepted. We were freaks in our old school, which is our new school, but you know what I mean. Why are we even here? Why aren't you volunteering at our school? Oden is an amazing fuck and I'm pretty good with a double-ended dildo too!"

I'm guessing there was some bleeping going on, but even with the bleeps what she said was clear.

Thora startled us all. She jumped out of her seat and turned to her own kids.

"You're disgusting!" she shouted and stormed off stage.

"Well, that didn't go well," said Starla.

"What? You're kidding," said Joy. She pointed at the earpiece in her ear.

"Um, your mom left the building and when she got in a taxi, the doorman heard her say LaGuardia," said Joy.

"Well, that really didn't turn out well," said Oden.

"What do we do now?" said Starla.

That's when we realized that Karolina was waving at us. She was holding something up.

Ah. Two passports.

Guess who they are for.

She walked to the front of the stage, and I walked over and took them. I handed the correct one to each kid.

"You just happened to have Dionysus passports in our names," said Starla.

I just shrugged. I don't even know how long Karolina has had them. It could be months.

We're weird.

"OK, I guess this is cool, but we don't even have a key to our room, and it wouldn't surprise me if Mom had checked out," said Starla.

"That passport will get you a room, at no charge, in any of our hotels world-wide," I said. "Including the restaurants and shopping. We'll figure out a permanent solution, but for now, you can come with us. We have a suite at the Four Seasons. We'll get you a room."

"And this passport in one of your hotels allows us to legally fuck," said Starla.

OK, I laughed.

"Sure," I said. "Want to come up to our suite?"

"Did you just proposition them?" asked Joy.

"Oh yeah," said Starla, in a deep voice.

"Want to come too, Joy?" I asked. "You can't play with Colby and me, but you can with Karolina, Oden, and Starla."

Who are both just nodding. Oh. Karolina, too.

Yep.

Joy is just kind of sitting there.

"College," I said, pointing at Starla and then Oden.

"I'm an attorney. Colby has three PhDs in various computer disciplines. Karolina is a world-class violinist," I said. "Bill is a doctor and the Chief Medical Officer at Harvard. Chris was the President. Orlando was the Russian President. Leslie is the Minister of Defense for the most powerful military in the world. Ruby. Carlina. Tegan."

I think I might be getting tired of the attention.

Joy just sat there a moment reflecting on everything. I gave her credit for allowing a little dead air.

"Most powerful military in the world?" asked Joy. I laughed. Even Starla and Oden laughed.

"That's what you took out of that?" I said. "Yes, the most powerful by so many orders of magnitude it is almost impossible to understand. Our society is so far advanced that you just don't get it. We could have done this interview from our space station. We could have done it from the moon."

"Honestly, we're just done," I added. "Everyone is fascinated with the sex. Why? We're doing good in the world and kids are doing amazing. Get on board or leave us alone. That's it. Just leave us the fuck alone."

A little heat there.

And the interview was over.

Starla and Oden?

The island off LA, of course.

They're engaged now, too. Yes, to each other.

Our world is fun. Hell, they're fun.

Ask me how I know.

The last flight club

Jace here, with my first post. How the fuck? Yeah, royals. What can you do? Let's see. I am engaged to my soulmate, Amani. I am 9 and Amani is 8. Feels right. Yesterday didn't start very well. It was embarrassing to be in the didn't cum group. Which I am no longer in. I think the story got out of order, but this is our party night.

But you caught the important part, right? I am engaged to Amani. Yesterday I was too scared to share my feelings for her. Today I am engaged. Did I mention that I am 9? The wedding is Saturday. We both love that. In other words, tomorrow. Tonight is our Last Flight Club which seems like a pretty good night before the wedding party, now doesn't it? There are 114 of us in the wrestling room. No, 116. To my complete surprise, Nylah is here, with Colby and Karolina.

"Why are you surprised?" asked Nylah "Aren't I a member of the club?"

"Why yes, you are," I said, still surprised a royal came to the party.

"Beyond the obvious that I would never have missed this," said Nylah. "You invited us to the wedding. Which is tomorrow. Of course I am here. It's not like it is a 15-minute flight from Robertville."

"Actually, it is a 15-minute flight from Robertville," I said.

"You were supposed to let that one slide, dear," said Amani. Who is at my side. And has been since the flight. She spent the night in my bed last night.

Which our parents knew. And approved.

They are excited about our nuptials. I do not understand any of this.

And it gets better. Our wedding is on San Clemente Island, on the beach. Why on the island?

So that we can have a wedding reception/orgy, of course. Admittedly it goes a little beyond that. You see, my dad and Amani's dad are best friends. Dad is a hospital administrator, although he is also a doctor. Amani's dad is an orthopedic surgeon.

My mom and Amani's mom are best friends, too.

Hold up. O.M.G. They're a foursome. Do you think they know they're a foursome?

"I think so," said Nylah, pointing across the wrestling room. Ah. Dad is fucking Amani's mom and Amani's dad is fucking my dad. No, you didn't read that wrong. My mom is underneath Amani's mom.

Both dads are also sucking the cock of a preteen boy. I think they like it that Nylah suggested I invite them. Hold up. Oh, and there are 120 people.

"Why are our parents the only ones here?" I asked, of Nylah.

Nylah just smiled at me. Then she raised her eyebrows. I think I am missing something.

"You are missing something, dork," said Amani, laughing. "How old are you?"

"9," I said. "You know that. "

She just laughed and took my hand. We're walking towards our parents.

Oh. Oh! Oh yes.

We might have stayed up a bit late on the night before our wedding, but boy, I know our parents better now.

A lot better. A lot, lot better.

I'm actually going to skip the wedding story. Maybe Amani will come back to it. I'm going to tease this thread of the parents for a bit. Mom and Amani's mom co-own a bakery together. It is becoming a successful boutique bakery.

Somehow my family has been asked if they would like to immigrate and by my family, I include my lovely wife and both of our sets of parents.

Did I mention my little brother, Jasper? Jasper is 8.

Holy shit. I turned and looked at Amani. Who has a similarly shocked look on her face.

"Do you think?" she asked. Yes, I think.

"We shall test our sexual compatibility," I said, and Amani laughed.

"Repeatedly," she said. "Repeatedly." The second time was several octaves below the first time. Understandably. That's when it hit us both.

"Amal," we said, together. Yes, she got jinx out. I should mention that Amal is 7. And sexy AF. And Amani's little sister.

Which got me a little slap, right before Amani moaned.

"OK, you can consider her sexy," said Amani, just before she rolled through quite an orgasm. I didn't even touch her!

I should give you context. Right now we are on our honeymoon. In Paris. Staying in the Master Bedroom of a simply enormous suite. Not in a hotel. In the family apartment. We are three days into our honeymoon. We've left the apartment, mostly because I keep wearing out. Paris is wonderful.

The fun at the apartment is even better. People keep visiting Paris. Every single one has suggested something sexual with us.

Which we have lustfully accepted. Yes, lustfully. The journal is filled with porn. Of course I used lustfully.

The journal kind of is. You know it. You love it. You jack off to it.

We all know you do.

Back to the present. I just woke up and Amani did, too. We're in bed, naked, which is our new normal. Which we like. The door just opened and in ran Jasper and Amal. I briefly saw Nylah at the door, and she smiled just as she closed the door.

I don't always understand things in this world, but so far the end result has been simply spectacular.

Jasper and Amal jumped onto the bed. Amal climbed up Amani's body and laid right down on her and started kissing her.

Which was fun to watch, but Jasper distracted me. By climbing up my body and laying on me and kissing me. We just ground our hard cocks against each other. We did take a break, so we didn't cum, but that just meant we watched Amani and Amal roll through almost continuous orgasms. They finally rolled onto their backs.

"Jasper, you're with me," said Amani. Which left Amal smiling at me.

We are now pounding our respective partners. Right next to each other. The girls are kissing.

Kind of like Jasper and me. Finally I couldn't take it and pulled out. I turned just enough to see where Jasper and Amal were in their fuck and Jasper pulled out, too.

Which resulted in us both cumming on each other.

"Bro," I said. "That's a lot of cum." Well, I am cum covered. The girls pushed us onto our backs and switched. They didn't clean us up. They blew us until we were hard and climbed right on. They both scooped up cum and used it as lube.

It was glorious.

We're all to be married this coming Saturday. Our second marriage in a week.

Seems about right.

Jasper and I already knew

Amal here. There is a reason Jasper and I are really smart. You get the idea. We've also known we were a quad with Jace and Amani for a long time. It just took them realizing it for us to move it forward. Heck, ten days ago they'd never even kissed. Jace is so shy.

He seems to be coming out of his shell. He's also learned a lot. Things he needs to teach Jasper. I am more than willing to help out and let Jace demonstrate on me.

Did I sell that? Jace's skills are amazing. Don't get me wrong, Jasper is my love, but he has room for improvement.

"I know," said Jasper. Of course he can read me.

"But you know the old saying. Practice makes perfect," said Jasper. He rolled over on to me. I'm putting the phone down for a bit.

Can you say the Full Orlando?

Our honeymoon

The four of us are leaving for our honeymoon shortly. This is Jasper. The way it works is that I'm married to Amal. Jace is married to Amani. The four of us are also married to each other.

Think Ruby and her quad or Carlina and hers.

Two couples that are a quad. Then again, a hot night of man sex with Jace has appeal, just like a night with Amani does. Usually, though, it is the four of us in a big bed.

Feels about right.

Right now we're in a space plane piloted by Nylah. Colby and Karolina are along. They said they're heading up to London but would pick us up at the end of the week. We encouraged them to stay at our hotel, at least for a few days, but they politely declined.

They dropped us in the courtyard, and we walked into the lobby. I admit, this is still a little weird to me. Hispanic dude from essentially the projects in LA is honeymooning in Sidi Bou Said. In Tunisia. Africa. Just as the door was closing, Nylah said one last thing.

"I hope you like the hotel. I bought it, so it is a consulate now," said Nylah. Well, that's handy.

"Your wedding presents are inside," said Colby, and then the door was closed. We got into the lobby and there were people milling about as they do in a lobby.

"This is our wedding present?" said Amal. I think it is. You see, Colby had asked us for our Top 5. You know. To fuck. It took us a bit to come up with 20 unique names, because there was some overlap, but we did. It seemed like a fun game.

It apparently had a purpose. Let's start with the aforementioned two quads. Carlina, Gabe, Tegan, and Luca. Ruby, Tomas, Amara, and Tavi.

The first to greet us.

"If this is too overwhelming, just let us know and we'll all disappear and let you have the hotel to yourselves," said Ruby. "We'll give you a raincheck. We're only staying one night, then it is your hotel."

"Fuck that," said Amani. "As many of you as possible are staying the entire week. We'll get plenty of alone time, but we're horny little things. This is awesome."

My love speaks the truth. Yes, yes, Amal is my wife, but so is Amani.

"This is a consulate, right?" asked Amal, and Ruby nodded.

"And 100% of the guests are from the kingdom?" said Amani.

Ruby nodded again.

"So why does anyone have clothes on?" asked Amal.

So they didn't. Not exactly sure how it happened, but everyone started undressing.

Did I mention that Nylah, Colby, and Karolina came back in laughing?

Hell yes.

Amal and Amani were out of their clothes in a flash. Jace and I were a little behind, not because we were bashful, but because we were enjoying the view. Come on. Take the first group of eight and add Cindy and Clay and you get to ten. Then add in Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie.

Yes, we kept it to people that are under eighteen, so that our entire quad can play. That did leave out Grace and Orlando. It felt wrong and Nylah assured us we would find another time for them. Oh, it lost us Luca, so just three from their quad, but that's OK. Soon.

Back to the list. Pari and Rylee.

That was predictable.

We were a little skewed towards pussies, so we added some cock. We all like cock.

Kevin and Gina.

Remei.

We didn't say they all had to be boys.

Ya can't leave out Chris and Noah. OK, only four more cocks, but come on. Chris. Oh my. Peaches and Berry are here, too.

We have died and gone to heaven, which appears to be in Tunisia. Given the view out of the back of the hotel, which might actually be true.

With Nylah, Colby, and Karolina, we're over 25.

Feels about right.

They all stayed the entire week.

But let me pass the pen.

That was a fun night

I suppose with that title you're expecting one of the new quad. Nope. Peaches here. It was a great night. Yes, we all had fun with the newlyweds, but you saw that group.

Damn.

You see, we are trying something new in this hotel. There is a bit of an air lock at all the entrances. You see, the atmosphere in the hotel is not the atmosphere of Earth.

It is from Nibiru. I'll bet you even understand the implications.

I repeat, that was a fun night.

I just sat down for breakfast. It is a great buffet. Yeah, Nylah bought it, but I'll be the one dealing with it. You know. Hotels. The hotel is La Villa Bleue. An incredible view over the Gulf of Tunis. This will be popular, since it is a short boat ride from Robertville. OK, it is 1,400 kilometers, but that's a short boat ride at the speeds our boats go. Or it is a leisurely boat ride filled with a lot of fun and fucking.

Either way.

Just as Berry walked up, so did Tomas.

Oh goody. A little protein shake before breakfast.

Yes he is naked. Yes I am blowing him in the dining room.

We're fun that way. I got him close and took his load on my cute little tits.

Then he sat down to join us.

So did the love quad. OK, that doesn't work that well, but you got my point. I did appreciate that Amani licked up quite a bit and kissed it to me. I think Tomas appreciated that Amal licked up some and kissed it to him.

Now Jace is on his knees going down on me.

I am enjoying breakfast. So is Berry. Jasper is going down on her.

This should be a feature of all our resorts. Cum covered preteens on the buffet.

I'd take a shift.

Eventually we ended up with the newlyweds and Tomas and me.

"This is an excellent buffet," commented Amal. "Not only is everything fresh, they do wonders with keeping the eggs soft and not overdone."

"The hotel is meticulous," said Jasper. "It is really well run."

And that's how the breakfast went. Amal focused on food service. Jasper on the overall operations. Jace on the event coordination.

Amani on everything.

I need a team.

You see, we'd converted the Gamma resort on the LA island to housing, but finally finished moving everyone out into the new city. While I am not responsible for the Gammas, Luca is.

But Luca is not here.

But he agreed. Sure we thought to each other.

That's how we do things.

"So what's the next step?" I asked. "Where are you going to live?"

That's when they all laughed.

"We have no idea," said Amani. "Just none at all."

Seems like I might have a solution for them.

Tomas snorted.

Oh, this is glorious. I just looked at him and he laughed.

"Seriously?" said Tomas. "What if I'm wrong?"

"You won't be," said Amani. "I have no idea what you're going to propose, but I have learned enough of this culture to know that if you think it is true, it is true."

She has a point. I just smiled and raised my eyebrows and Tomas laughed again.

He has a nice laugh. His cum is tasty, too. Well, it is.

"OK," said Tomas. "The Gamma resort on the LA island is complete and everyone is finally moved out. Luca needs a leadership team. My thought is that Amal runs all the food service operations, Jace manages all the events and recreation, and Jasper runs overall operations."

"And what do I do?" said Amani. Tomas just waited her out and Amal laughed.

"You're our boss, silly," said Amal.

"OK, then," said Amani.

And so it is.

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