15 May 2023

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Guantanamo

OK, this is a catchup story, but not as much as you think. We're way behind in publishing, but not that much actual time has passed in the story recently. But let me take you back to Cuba.

You buy a few resorts in an island country and suddenly you're the expert. Somehow that meant the transfer of ownership of Guantanamo Bay, in Cuba, was left in my lap. Now, I do have a nice lap and at the moment, Grace's head is in my lap, and she is doing some pretty spectacular things. I love Grace so much. That little gap in her teeth is so fucking sexy but get her started on the ukulele and I just melt.

OK, not so much, but she is horny a lot. Don't get me wrong, I love her music. She laughs, because whenever Orlando hears a ukulele, he gets hard and drips pre-cum.

Her concerts must be painful for him.

I should mention this is Sophia. Now you're picturing me naked, with naked Grace between my legs.

You're welcome.

Back to the topic at hand. We were having a girl's weekend in Cuba and checking out the plans for the renovations at GB. We need to rename it because Guantanamo Bay had some very negative connotations. The Americans were kind of nutcases over Cuba. The exciting news is that Kyrsten is back and our opening up Cuba was continuing quickly.

And we owned a Naval base. That was weird. We quickly figured out why it was a pretty closed base.

It was a freaking resort. Seriously. Someone in the military had funneled a lot of money into the base. There was a large boutique hotel on the base. It was stunning. Perfect for our family. It had 26 three bedroom apartments. Awesome.

I admit I did question why this hotel existed. I found a couple things in a drawer that fascinated me. One was a brochure for the property with clear warnings that the information was Top Secret.

The other was a signed guest book. Whoops. I picked a few at random and googled them and their apartment mates.

Double oops. A lot of senior military and high profile politicians.

With people other than their spouse.

Then we met the staff. By accident. This is going to be confusing, so bear with me. The whole age thing gets complicated. We discovered a dorm. A packed dorm. Soon after the transfer of ownership.

That still had hundreds of children in it. It was the freaking Lord of the Flies. They had been abandoned. They still had food, barely, and had done a good job of setting up chore rotations and childcare. Some of the older kids were even holding school.

They'd been there alone for seven weeks. What is it with us? We keep finding kids. Shit. Seven hundred kids.

Jessica and Bill were here in less than an hour with Nylah and Colby. They took charge.

Seriously. They told me to go do what I needed to do with notification of what we had found, and they'd get things under control. They'd already arranged for crews to come in to clean, do laundry, and cook. I actually saw a Sysco food service semi drive down the ramp of a C-112. The fact that fifteen more trucks followed him out gives you an idea of the size of a C-112.

And it wasn't full.

God, this is nuts.

The worst part was the cages they used for the detainees. The place was divided between the resort, and I don't know what else to call it, the prison. Prison is too good of a word. It was horrific. I made a decision on the spot.

We were preserving everything just as it was. We'd make it part of a tour. Including the hotel. I'd build something else. At Gamma Cuba. Hell yes, there was going to be a Gamma.

Kyrsten would hate it. Sorry, but the world needed to know, and we were going to tell them. I did feel like I needed to warn her. I texted her a short summary of what I was doing. She quickly replied.

What are you talking about? We would never do that

We found over 700 kids that your country had abandoned here

She replied and it was concise.

Fuck

That summed it right up.

I need to see it. Quietly

So how do I get the President of the United States to Cuba quietly?

Let's meet at The Falls when you're ready. Bring Kira. We can come here from there and I'll bring you back

The Secret Service will go nuts

No they won't. They're used to Chris

6 pm

OK then. I'm going to spirit the President of the United States out of the country. Nothing could go wrong there, right?

Let's go kidnap the President

OK, maybe not exactly kidnap. That already happened and we just got her back. I was tempted to bring Chris, so she could hang out at the White House just in case. Oh yeah, not in line anymore.

I don't think that upsets her.

I didn't have a lot going on, and Davis was banging around the house alone, so I decided to go up early.

Then he could be banging me.

I was in Cuba, so it just took a few minutes. I have to say, I love that. The planes are slowly getting into the wild, so to speak, but none that are space capable. We're just not ready for that. There's just not enough trust, yet. Try to blow us up with nuclear weapons a couple times, and we get all skittish.

When I came off the plane, Davis was waiting. Oh God. I ran and jumped into his arms. He caught me like I was a feather. The dude is strong. He's an awesome power forward, too.

"Come on," I said. "We have two hours to kill."

Do you know what's amazing? Come on. You've all had sex before Dionysus. Two minutes of foreplay, a cock slammed in you.

Done. Four minutes tops.

Post Dionysus we were both thinking that two hours was just a start.

I can't use him up, though. I mean come on. Barb needs to come with us and no reason for Davis to not come along.

Kyrsten should get to know Davis even better. Did you follow. Better.

Much better.

Turns out they already know each other quite well.

This shit just keeps getting worse

I've read Chris' posts. I agree with her that too many parts of this job suck. I don't want to believe Sophia, but I do believe Sophia. She is one of the most honorable people I know.

She loves to tell the story of how Bob saved her and her kids. Depending on the audience, there is the G rated version and the well beyond NC-17 version. I like that version.

She does it because it is a great story, but her real motivation is that Bob hates it. He is the most unassuming guy I have ever met. His relationship with Amy is the model by which we should all aspire.

Although Morgan and Sophia's is a nice model with a different twist.

But I think I want to be Leslie. You know. One of each.

I guess that is post-retirement. Maybe I'd talk to Chris about it. Can a President date? Men and women? Sure, let me talk to the 16-year-old retired President for advice.

OK, I might be a little off-topic from Guantanamo. You figured out this is Kyrsten, right?

Fuck them all

This sucks. Let me clarify the title. I don't mean fuck the kids but that's sure what they were doing. The kids were little more than slaves, sold to their handlers on base.

Yes, sold.

They did everything from cooking and cleaning and, dammit, more. Yep, even the youngest. Even under our ages, but age doesn't matter. We live in our rules and consent is critical.

These were kids that sure as fuck didn't give consent.

Sorry. This is Jessica and I am pissed. How can this be happening in the US? You read about the journal and that is damning enough.

We found the cameras. Lots of them. All with archived video. Abuses of the kids. Abuses of the prisoners. You see, the VIPs that stayed in the hotel didn't just fuck the kids. They had the kids put on performances with the prisoners.

Not all of them survived the encounter. Not the prisoners. Those were well accounted for.

The kids. We found a burial ground with over 400 remains.

It just keeps getting worse.

It took the four of us a bit to convince these kids that we could help. We made no progress. Not a single one of them knew that Dionysus even existed. What we discovered was even worse.

This is the third generation of kids. Somewhere there is another mass grave. Yes, mass grave. The previous two generations.

This had been going on for a long time.

So I brought in Amai. She was the adult in the room and a counselor. They believed her. She finally got across that we could help, too, and we made quick progress. What should we do? It's the big question. Do we leave them here and build a school?

That doesn't seem right.

Did anyone mention that they're every nationality and ethnicity you can imagine? Colby dove into identifying them, but not only were they all born into this life, their parents were, too.

We needed to find the people that were missing their grandparents. In some cases their great-grandparents.

This had started in 1961.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I'm going to meet with their leader right now. Yes, they have a hierarchy. The leader is 9-year-old Aasir. I started to say where he was from, but that's here. His lineage takes him back to Kenya. He's also a big kid for his age. He's about 4'10" and strong. In different circumstances, I'd, well, you know.

Nothing happening here. Oh, that's not true exactly.

There are 13 pregnant girls. The oldest of which is 12.

Oldest.

Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck.

I met him in the cafeteria. He brought his entourage. His leadership team. His posse.

I brought me.

He smirked.

"You took the risk to meet with me alone," he said, with some braggadocio.

I will be rewarded for that.

I also snorted.

"You should fear me," he said, in his fiercest vote.

"Sit the fuck down," I said. "I fear no one, not the least you. You wouldn't last 30 seconds. So just fucking stop it. We're here to help."

He thought about it for a bit. Now he had a conundrum. Test me, where he might lose. Oh, he would. He's just not sure. Or back down.

He chose to laugh and sat down.

And yes, I will be rewarded for conundrum, too. A twofer. Oh boy.

"Let's get it out on the table," I said. "This sucks. But it doesn't anymore. Ownership of this property transferred from the United States to the Kingdom of Dionysus. You are all completely free. We will help you find your families. We will return you anywhere you want to go. We will financially support you for your entire lives."

"Where would we go?" he said, the veneer cracking just a bit. "We were born here. Our parents were born here. We have always been slaves."

"It is a conundrum," he added.

Damn, I'd love to reward him.

"OK," I said. "Let's start simple. There are 26 three-bedroom apartments. That's 78 bedrooms. Two to a bed, you all fit comfortably. Will that work for your group? Can you pair up to share king-size beds?"

"What's a king-size bed?" he asked.

"The big beds in the hotel," I said.

"Oh, those are comfortable," he said. "We get to sleep in them sometimes after..."

"After they raped you," I said, with some heat.

He let out a big sigh.

"It's complicated. Yes, they were raping us," he said. "But we like sex. Who doesn't like sex? We just don't like being coerced."

"Well that won't happen again," I said. "One of the shots you all received was permanent birth control. We'll help the girls that are pregnant. They need proper care. Many are too young and that concerns us."

"It was the number one cause of death for young girls," said Aasir. "They died in childbirth. They didn't care."

Fuck.

That's when he started crying. I'm Jessica. I climbed up into his lap and hugged him.

Just hugged him. Clothed.

He cried it all out. It was a lot of tears. Not in the theme of this story, but I shouldn't have worn the thin white T-shirt. A lot of tears.

OK, he does appear to be enjoying the view.

"You're simply gorgeous," he said, looking at me with lust.

"Thank you," I said. "And about that."

I explained can but don't have to and the ages of consent. He thought about them for a bit.

"Not dissimilar from our rules. Ours were 6 and 10, but I'm pretty sure there are some 5-year-olds that would appreciate the change," he said.

"Plus some 9-year-olds," I said. I admit, I laughed. So did he.

Progress

"And I'm one of the 5-year-olds," I said. He looks a little shocked.

Then I explained the concept of an exception.

No need to narrate. Let's just say he's focusing on the future, not crying about the past.

But OMG. He has a 6-inch (15 cm) thick cock.

I think they're going to be OK.

I'm feelin' the urge

Not that urge. Well, sure, that urge, but that's pretty much 24/7. After all, I'm a sexually active young woman that is always on the go. You know. A few thousand hotels. You might have figured out that this is Peaches. I read the prior story and that sucks. Just sucks. Mine is more fun. Thankfully.

I'm freaking 10 and no one seems to think this is weird. So I've decided to expand. I have two targets in mind. One is interesting resorts. Mostly beach, but some that are more remote. Some will be Gamma properties, some won't. My idea is to carve off a family area, but benefit from the hotel's amenities.

Particularly if there is a Gamma resort. OK, that might be my focus. Some may end up as just family properties.

But I also have another project. I found a list of iconic hotels and I'm going to buy a few. Some. All of them.

Maybe.

But first, I'm going to do weekend trips to wonderful resorts and decide if I want to buy them. I'm incognito, right?

Maybe not. So fuck it, I'll bring a friend with me and make it a sexy weekend. I finally decided to bring a family. Just not my family, right?

I found a nice website called businesses for sale and focused on hotels.

It lists 496 hotel and resort properties for sale. This might take a while.

Right now I am off to the Catskills. Last night we watched Dirty Dancing. It seemed appropriate.

Our family is fun. Morgan is the mom. Come on, with those tits, definitely the mom. Our dad is Antonio. The hilarious part is that I have teenage twin sisters. They're both 16.

Elena and Sophia.

Come on. You can see it.

Then I'm the brat/little sister. You've gotta be incognito and no better way than out in the open.

The place is weird and cool. At the heart of it is 650 acres. There are 350 acres in the resort proper. There are two championship level golf courses. There are a hundred acres of undeveloped land that is magnificent. The resort though, is a weird collection of motels and cottages, none of which are keepers. They surround a lodge that is a keeper. A log cabin, of all things, but a huge one. A big restaurant. A big gym. An indoor and outdoor pool. Same with basketball. In and out. Serious opportunities to add a water park. We like water parks.

Perhaps the coolest thing is the 5-mile, 36 obstacle course.

They also have military night with Humvees, and tanks, and more. OK, that sounds fun.

And shuffleboard. I have no idea what shuffleboard is, but I'm playing shuffleboard, if for no other reason than I get to say the word shuffleboard.

Come on. Shuffleboard.

We're flying into the Greenville-Rainbow airport. Yeah, seriously. It's only a few miles away. We dropped a nice GLS63 out of the plane. Complete with New York plates. The windshield even has a Manhattan parking garage monthly pass. How's that for authentic.

OK, neither the pass nor the plates were real, but they sure looked like they were.

Now, there is a story about the place. It is a collection of very 1950s motels, plus a couple weird tiny cabins. Plus some more weird tiny things.

Good grief.

I'm not sure this one ever becomes an actual hotel or Gamma. This one is likely a new family complex. We could just tear everything down or we could renovate. I could see turning one of the motels into several nice apartments, but, well, why?

Prime freaking location, though. If we keep it in the family, we could all land on the property, or bring a car up from NYC. Flying, of course.

We got settled in and, um, relaxed for a bit. A little risk, I suppose, given this isn't a consulate, but at this point, no one is going to mess with us. Worst case we get deported. Oh no, I'll have to live in a sex filled paradise.

We were in our room. Nothing was going to happen.

OK, a lot happened. Antonio and Morgan. Sophia and Elena.

I have now seen Morgan and Sophia's relationship from a new perspective. I learned things. Many things. Then they demonstrated them all to me a little more personally.

While Antonio just pounded me.

A fun start.

We're headed out now to run the obstacle course. The daytime runs are just fun events. The evening events are competitions. Morgan suggested we run as a group to learn the course but hold off on our best effort.

We'd save that for the evening event. We'll treat it as a little warmup. Come on, 5 miles? About 8 kilometers. A jog for all of us. We're pretty fit. Morgan is a triathlete. So is Sophia. Antonio is a serious runner. Elena and I are not quite as focused but are pretty damn fit. We got to the beginning of the circuit and the trainer walked us through the process and outlined the course and the obstacles. There were two other families running with us.

I'd do them all. In an orgy. One after another.

That can't surprise you.

The first family is Mom, Omnia, and her two sons, Coburn and Coty, of about 11 and 13. Yum. Did I mention they're Hispanic and freaking gorgeous? The other family is just Dad and his daughter. Mom is here, but not running. They're encouraging her, but she insists she won't do well. Being me, I couldn't stay out of it and walked over.

"Hi," I said. "My name is Sunny. I'm in kind of a similar situation. I've agreed to run, but kind of regretting it, since they'll likely all run away from me. Would you consider running with me? We could go at a slower pace."

Yes, Sunny. Incognito, right?

I found out they're Shona, who is mom, Rocio, who is dad, and their daughter, Sharmela. Damn, they're sexy. Sharmela is about 10 and has the sexiest nipple bumps in a too small T-shirt.

I do love nipple bumps. The younger boy from the other family came over to us.

"I kind of feel the same way," he said. "I'm Coburn." My guess is Coburn would have been just fine on the course, but he is laser focused on Sharmela.

Understandably so.

We finally broke into two groups. Sharmela and me, with Coburn and Shona.

We'd have quite a night if this was Dionysus.

Everyone took off, leaving Shona, Sharmela, Coburn, and me to take off at more of a jog. Shona is clearly struggling, so after about 300 meters, I called for a break.

"This is tough," I gasped. "Could we take a break?"

We all stopped, and I learned a little more about them. How? I asked.

"So where are you all from?" I asked. "We live in a little walkup in Manhattan. I'm Sunny, if you didn't hear that."

"Sharmela, which you knew, and my mom, Shona," said Sharmela. "We're from outside Buffalo. Freaking cold Buffalo. I'm not used to this heat."

I'm guessing that was for effect and to help out her mom. You go, Sharmela.

"We're from a suburb of Boston," said Coburn. "I'm Coburn."

With that, I set us off on a little jog. This time we made it just a little farther. Shona and I stood to the side while Coburn and Sharmela did the obstacles. I just couldn't do them. We took off again and Shona is doing a little better and having some fun. She's braless too, which is hard to tell in an opaque T-shirt.

Unless you're jogging. Nice D cup braless.

Dammit.

OK, not dammit. Dammit that all I get to do is see them bounce under a T-shirt.

Maybe I'll just have the acquisitions team buy it right now. OK, I wouldn't do that just to see her tits, but come on. Tits.

We finally made it through the course and caught up with everyone else.

"I'm so proud of you!" said Rocio, to Shona, who is just beaming. "Sharmela, will you be OK tonight? I'd like to take your mom out to a nice dinner."

"She can join us," I said. In more ways than you can imagine.

Dammit. OK, a recurring dammit is just implied.

We all spent the afternoon having fun. Antonio and Morgan went and played golf. The rest of us went swimming. Come on. Sophia and Elena in bikinis?

Dammit.

Sorry. It just slipped out.

I was impressed with Coburn though. Coty was enjoying all the scenery in the pool, especially Sophia and Elena. Coburn has been laser focused on Sharmela. If only... OK, you get that.

Sharmela joined us for dinner, which meant we had to be on our best behavior, or so I thought. As we were walking into the restaurant, she pulled me to the side.

"I won't out you, but come on," said Sharmela. "Sophia and Elena together? You had to know someone would figure it out." I gave her my best confused face and looked over at my sisters.

"Seriously?" I said. "Hey, my sisters are cute, but not Sophia and Elena cute." Sharmela laughed.

"OK," she said. "We'll play it your way."

We had a fantastic dinner and held our cover stories pretty well. We're all on Zeta teams, so it wasn't that big a stretch. I won't bring the two of them together again though. In hindsight, it was kind of stupid. Right after dinner is the competitive race.

Oh yeah.

At this point, I'm buying the place, so we don't have to keep our cover perfect, but we'll try. Morgan waved us all over and Sharmela faithfully followed.

"It's OK," I said. "She knows exactly who we are."

Sharmela burst out laughing.

"And I had started to doubt myself," said Sharmela. "You were perfect at dinner."

Which is why we were all laughing when the event coordinator called everyone up.

Just as she did, Sharmela held up her finger to her lips. We knew what she meant. She'd keep our cover story. We all lined up. Coburn and Coty are here, but not running. I know exactly why Coburn is here. Coty is just enjoying cute women in running shorts. He might be enjoying cute boys in running shorts, too. OK by me!

I won't narrate the entire race. We all decided to just make it a fun run and end middle of the pack. All of us dominating the top spots might have looked suspicious. The funny thing is that it isn't. We wouldn't use any powers. We are all just legitimately that fit. It is foundational in our culture and not really taught. When you're happy, and sexually active, and don't have financial worries, you care more about yourself. We also make exercise incredibly accessible.

Usually you can find someone to fuck after exercising, too. I admit, that's a powerful incentive. I spend damn near all my time in our hotels. I have so much fun doing it, too. They're our hotels. I have fun every freaking night.

And I define fun at a much higher level than you do. Just last week. Nine-year-old twin girls with their brother and dad. First time for dad. Not for the other three. It is kind of obvious. But they learned things. Lots of things.

Did I mentioned that Noah was my brother on that trip? Or that Blake and Jess were our parents? Oh, you caught that. Blake and Jess. Not Blake and Alison or Tom and Jess.

We're fun.

Uh huh. Maybe I'll cum back to that tangent. Yeah, stupid. You know what happens when stupid jokes make their way into the journal.

Maybe I'll spend this weekend in Robertville.

OK, back on track. We all finished and are just milling about chatting with people. Sharmela walked over with Coburn and Coty.

"Hey," she said. "My parents are out. The boys and I are going to go back to my room and play strip poker and see how things develop. You in?"

Yeah, but I had to make a text first.

"Yeah," I said. "But I need to send a quick text."

I almost said to my parents, but given Antonio and Morgan are here, a text would have been odd. Surely you're caught up. I'm not playing with three of them unless this is consulate property. Oh good, I just got the reply that they acquisition was complete, and it is consulate property. We're not stupid. Can you imagine the outcry if anyone from Dionysus got caught fucking kids outside of Dionysus? Yeah, I'm 10, but even so, they'd make a big deal.

Now, not so much. We've loosened parental permission, too. Why do they have to sign for anybody? Isn't our position that they can make good consent decisions? So, no approval. OK, that's not entirely true. Only for under eighteens. Adults, on our property, requires parental consent. These people don't even know we own it yet. Which means no Morgan, Sophia, or Antonio.

Now Elena...

At least until we let the parents in on the secret.

"OK, all set," I said.

"Don't you have to tell your parents?" asked Sharmela.

"I already did," I said. "We can communicate through telepathy."

I loved Sharmela's expression. She knows who I am. She believes me.

Coburn and Coty are just laughing at my comment. I turned towards Mom.

"Hey Mom," I shouted. "I'm going with them. We're going to play some cards in Sharmela's room."

"OK," shouted Morgan. "Enjoy your card game."

The emphasis Morgan put on card game made Sharmela cough a bit.

"She freaking knows!" said Sharmela. I admit I laughed.

"She was our age once," I said. I sighed and said it softly to only Sharmela.

"Too bad I can't invite her," I said. "At least until your parents agree."

"Like that would happen," said Sharmela, softly.

"I'll bet you $1,000 to your dollar that they do," I said, laughing. I saw the looks they were giving all the exercise shorts wearing people. Including the kids. Including their kids.

She'll owe me a dollar. Sharmela laughed and agreed.

"It will cost dollar if you win," said Sharmela. "But if you win, I win."

"You got that right," I said.

We made it up the elevator. Coburn and Coty's personalities are fascinating. Coburn is younger, but outgoing and a little pushy, but in a good way. Coty is painfully shy which is freaking adorable. Coburn and Sharmela naturally gravitated to each other, so I gave my attention to Coty.

Nerds rule, right? I moved to the back of the elevator and stood really close. As in our hips touched close.

"You OK with this?" I asked. "I hope you are. I like what I see so far."

"Yeah," said Coty. "He's good looking."

"I love a man that doesn't get how gorgeous you are," I said.

"You mean he is," said Coty, looking at me. I just very slowly shook my head no.

"May I please kiss you?" I asked. The deer in the headlights look was brief, but he gathered himself.

"I would like that," said Coty. "Literally anything you want."

"Oh great!" I said. "I'll go get my goat."

"You know," he said. "I think you're kidding, but at this point you've given more attention than any girl in my life, so I'll consider anything."

"Dude, that sucks," I said. "Your family freaking needs to be in Dionysus."

"If the rumors are true," said Coty. "I would love it. I wouldn't be an outcast. Smart and shy wouldn't be something for which I would be bullied."

"You are a grammar stud, which turns me on, but let me clarify. My statement was not hypothetical," I said. "Coburn, you need to hear this, too."

Coburn and Sharmela turned towards me, just as the doors of the elevator opened. I dragged them out and had Sharmela lead us to her room. We went inside and I made them all sit on the bed and stood in front of them.

"I can't do this without telling you all the truth," I said. "The country of Dionysus purchased this place recently. I work with the hotel group. Yes, I'm 10, but I have a job. I would love nothing more than to get all four of you naked and spend the entire evening teaching you to do things you've never done, and that list is nearly endless. But you all have to be in the right place for it. For example, if any of you are virgins and have someone special you hope would remedy that, don't take advantage of the opportunity to fuck me. Save it. I'll even coach you on your next steps and I promise I will come back and rock your world when the time is right."

"Everything she said applies to me too, except the having a job and being part of Dionysus," said Sharmela. "I'm not incredibly experienced, but I am not a virgin. I'd love to be with you both, and Sunny, I'd love for you to teach me how to please a girl."

"Oh yeah," I said.

"Here's the deal," said Coty, to my surprise. "I don't know about Coburn, but I am not officially a virgin. It was clumsy and scary, and it ended what I had hoped to be a lengthy first relationship, but it was an experience I'll never forget. Before you think poorly of either of us, we both wanted to do it and I'm pleased that she was my first and I think she'd say the same about me. We just weren't ready then. I've grown up since then, and come on, the four of us together is pretty overwhelming in a good way."

"Well, that's cool, Coty, and I have such respect for you that you never told me that story," said Coburn. "I'm full of confidence and bluster but a virgin. Embarrassing but true."

"It isn't embarrassing," I said. "Not at all. People move at different paces and in your world, it is rare to not be a virgin at 11. So do you have someone in mind?"

He hesitated. It was short, but he pushed through it.

"No," he said. "Playing the field."

"You're lying," I said. "You can choose not to answer by literally saying that you'd rather not say, but when you're part of Dionysus, you gotta tell the truth."

Coburn and Coty laughed, and I shook my head.

"None of the three of you get it yet," I said. Just then there was a knock at the door. Sharmela walked over and opened it.

To Elena.

"Can I join the game?" said Elena.

"I freaking cannot believe that I didn't recognize you," said Coty. "I want to be a doctor and I didn't recognize the most powerful person in the entire medical profession."

Elena hates it. She tolerates it and I suppose appreciates the comment, but she still hates it.

"Just think of me as a horny 14-year old girl," said Elena. "Which I am. Where are you in the conversation?"

"They don't get it yet," I said, and Elena laughed.

"OK," said Elena. "In case it isn't obvious to you all, we're part of Dionysus. My name is Elena, and her name is Peaches."

"A Peaches hotel!" shouted Coburn. "You're freaking Peaches?"

I hate it just as much as Elena. We all do.

"Don't forget Princess Elena," said Coty, and Elena let out an exacerbated sigh.

"OK, can we get past all that? We all think it is bullshit. We're people that got lucky and are trying to do better for the world," said Elena. "But right now, let's figure out who is fucking and who is not and get out of these damn clothes."

"But you have to finish the part about not getting it," I said, to Elena, laughing.

"OK, but it is going to be quick. I'm only wearing four articles of clothing and two of them are shoes. I'll be done before I'm naked," said Elena. Who is now balancing on one foot and pulling off her shoe.

"You're part of Dionysus now. You crossed our paths. We don't know why, but people that cross our paths that we like become a part of the culture. That can be in your world, or in our world, but one way or another your lives have changed, including your entire family," said Elena.

The last sentences was after the second shoe and while pulling off her top. She is now standing here only in yoga shorts. We are all mesmerized.

"We can talk after we fuck. Who's fucking me?" said Elena.

All four of our hands went up.

"Excellent," said Elena.

"Hold up," I said, quickly. "We weren't done. You don't have to tell us, but in the world of Dionysus, we might be able to make a dream come true."

"You said this is a consulate and your rules can apply," said Coburn.

"With us, yes," I said. "With anyone eighteen or older, your mom has to give you permission to make your own choices."

"What if there is a conflict of interest?" said Coburn. It took everyone else a moment to follow, but not me.

"Do you think the feeling is mutual? If you don't know, are you still willing to take the risk?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, softly. "You have to follow your dreams."

"That you do," said Elena. "Where is your mom?"

"Probably in her room," said Coburn, giving me the number.

"What about yours?" asked Elena, of Sharmela.

"I'm pretty sure they rented another room for the night," I said. "I encouraged them, too, for a lot of really great reasons," said Sharmela, carefully looking at us all.

"Another question," said Elena. "If your parents want to join in too, are you cool with that?"

Sharmela's moan was long and deep.

"Uh huh," she growled.

"I'll be back," said Elena, who walked over to the door and out.

"No shirt!" I shouted, just as the door started to close.

"Don't care," she said, just as the door closed.

"She's going to visit our parents topless," said Sharmela.

"Seems like it," I said.

OK, maybe I should have put a shirt on

A shirt might have been a good choice, particularly given both rooms are not on this floor. I walked over to the elevators, just as two young men walked up. I'd say 7 and 16.

Enjoy the show, boys.

"Well, I have to say, I hope it is a clothing trend that catches on," said the younger boy. "I'm Dillon and this is Quinton. To what do we owe the honor of a topless royal?"

"Royal?" said Quinton. That's what he focused on?

Dillon just nodded.

"Long story," I said. "Need a couple more men. Where are your parents so I can get their permission?"

"We're here with our older brother," said Dillon. "He's 27."

"He'll do," I said, just as their brother walked around the corner. Three different sizes of the same person and that person is fine.

"Great," I said. "Not much time. We're having a bit of an orgy and you're all invited if you give them permission." I pointed at the older brother.

"Oh yeah," he said. "Dionysus rules?"

I nodded.

"Boys, I'm fucking you tonight," said Nobel.

"Yay!" they both shouted. Dillon got it out first and damned if they didn't pay off.

"We'd all love to fuck you too, please," said Dillon.

"Well, you did say please," I said. I gave them the room number and told them 20 minutes. Oh, I arranged a suite. I'd let Peaches know.

I went on and the first room I got to was Omnia. Coburn and Coty's mom. I knocked on the door.

"Just a minute!" came a voice. The door cracked and I could see a stunning woman wearing just a robe. She's not holding it right and I can see her glorious right breast.

And I mean glorious.

She seemed to notice that there is a young topless woman at her door.

"Can I help you?" she said. I kind of pointed and she looked down and laughed.

"Doesn't seem to be an issue with you," she said. "Is there a reason there is a topless royal at my door?"

"Here's the deal," I said. "We own the property now. The boys need your permission to play, and you know what I mean."

"Are you kidding? Dream of a lifetime for them. Hell, I'm a little jealous," said Omnia. "I'm Omnia, by the way."

"OK," I said. "That's the answer I hoped for. Now, with Coburn's permission and encouragement, I am going to make another offer. Your boys, and others of us in our group, would love for you to join us. If you're open to it, Coty would like to lose his virginity to you."

Lots of emotions rolled through her face, ending in lust. That's encouraging.

"That could happen?" said Omnia. I just nodded.

"Oh yeah," she said, in the deep voice I expected.

"One more thing," I said. "I'm on my way to Sharmela's parent's room to invite them, too. You OK with that?"

She laughed. She reached out and took my hand and pulled me into her room.

Which is where I met Shona and Rocio.

That was handy.

"Come on," I said, heading for the door.

"Fun as it would be," said Shona. "Let us throw on some clothes." To each their own. I waited while the got dressed. Just for fun, I spent most of the time tweaking my own nipples. Rocio fell over trying to put on his underwear when he noticed. I admit I laughed. Finally they were dressed, and I led the way to our suite. Just as we got there, Dillon, Quinton, and Nobel walked up.

"This just keeps getting better and better," said Omnia.

"We concur," said Dillon. Dillon is a player.

We all went in to find all the kids, Peaches include, dressed.

"Why are you dressed?" I said, while I shimmied out of my shorts to gasps. That was nice. We don't gasp as much anymore because we don't have clothes on much anymore.

"You have a beautiful pussy," said Omnia.

"Uh huh," said every other person in the room. It was Coty that simply shouted it out.

"Jinx!" he screamed.

And proceeded to get his payoff. He walked right over to his mom, and very carefully undressed her, just as she undressed him. Only when they were both naked did he go for the kiss and what a kiss it was. Coty rolled back, down onto the carpet and brought Omnia with him. She straddled his legs.

"May I, please?" she said.

"For you, I have no boundaries," said Coty. Yeah, the whole world knows we say that now.

Omnia lifted Coty's cock and lifted up and slipped right down. We all watched, mesmerized. They didn't just fuck. They made love. Passionate love. Kiss filled passionate love.

It was spectacular.

Oh, now Coty is fucking Peaches.

"Would you like to fuck, please?" said Dillon, to me.

"In age order, please," I said, taking his hand.

Dillon, Quinton, Nobel. In order.

In the front and in the back.

And the night was young.

I shouldn't have, but...

Morgan here. I shouldn't have. I know I shouldn't have. You see, the instructor, Abram, was going to run with our group and he's cocky. Kept talking about how he holds the course record.

I'm not a fan of cocky. Oh, this is the next night. Just because Peaches outed us with her friends doesn't mean everyone knows.

We took off at a reasonable jog and came up to our first obstacle, an inverted wall. I ran at it fast, faster than Abram, and jumped and grabbed the top and swung my body so I could hook my left heel. I used upper body strength to pull myself up and over. This description took longer than my going over. I gained a couple meters on him at the first obstacle.

We kept running and hit the monkey bars. I actually let him catch me, mostly for fun. You see, I love the monkey bars and always have. My upper body strength is outstanding. Hey, I've got to carry these tits around full-time. I just zoomed and was through before he was halfway across. I let him catchup again.

"Running isn't your strength, is it?" he said, with a smirk.

The last mile is an outright sprint. His time will come.

After every obstacle, I let him catch up and he laughed at me for being a slow runner. We finally cleared the last obstacle. I literally waited for him. For a while.

"Just couldn't do the run, huh," he said, while leering at my tits. OK, I'm bent over a little, so he probably got a little bit of a downblouse, but you can gaze at my tits, not leer at my tits and there is a difference.

He's got to run the last mile hard now, too. Serves him right. Did I mention I just blistered him in that mile? Wasn't even close. Even though I waited at each obstacle, I still broke his course record.

Then all of us ran it again and just obliterated it. Peaches was the slowest and still cut almost 30 seconds off his time. We pulled up at the end and were laughing.

"I don't know how, but you were cheating," said Abram, in the most condescending tone.

"Happy to do it again, one on one," said Peaches. Oh shit. Remember the leer.

He's perving on Peaches. Yeah, I know, we own it. I've seen my dad fuck her silly.

Still not OK. It is just not. Peaches caught it, too. There is a difference between consensual and a power relationship.

My suspicion is that Abram takes advantage of his position.

We've got to figure that out.

This is going to be fun

Della here. Peaches didn't like Abram. So she bought the hotel and sent me in as a mystery shopper. No, no, not by myself. With my dad, Bentley. Just the two of us. We're even using our real names. No one knows us. Just a father/daughter weekend.

Oh, we're fucking up a storm. You know it.

And we can without risk, because Peaches owns it. Right? She could have just fired him, but she wants to know if he actually followed through. If he did, he's toast, and we'll turn him over to the local authorities.

You see, I'm bait.

And Dad is going to help. We're walking up to Abram now.

"Excuse me," said Dad. "Are you Abram?"

"Why, yes I am," said Abram. "How may I help you?"

"My daughter, Della, is quite athletic and is interested in the obstacle course," said Dad. "Would you be open to some personal training time?"

"Of course," said Abram. "I often do personal training."

Which was when he did the up/down move on me.

Dad pretended not to notice.

They talked about price for a bit and then Dad closed the deal.

"Would I need to stay with you, or could I go swim?" said Dad.

And there it is.

"Oh, that would be fine," said Abram. "We're on the property and it is quite safe."

"Great!" said Dad.

And he walked away.

Dad wasn't even out of sight before it started.

"You know, you're very beautiful young woman," said Abram, with a smile.

His smile did not make me cum. Gross. He's smarming me and I don't even know if that is a word. You get it though.

"Well, uh, I, well," I said. Then I just stopped.

Embarrassed preteen that doesn't know why she likes the compliment.

My Zeta training is outstanding.

"Now, you're not really dressed properly for the course," said Abram. "Loose clothing can be dangerous. What do you have on underneath?"

"Well," I said. Then I paused. He just smarmed me another smile. Maybe not a word either.

"Just panties," I said. "I, um, well, don't have a bra on."

"That's OK," he said. "Nothing I haven't seen before, and no one comes over to this area at this time of day."

He smiled smarmingly.

I looked at him, clearly unsure. I steeled myself and pulled off my top. I held my shirt to cover my chest.

"I'm not sure I should," I said.

"Your choice," he said. "But the older girls I coach are all comfortable with it. Maybe they're just more mature."

Wow.

I folded my shirt and put it on the bench. Then I took a deep breath and wiggled out of my shorts, leaving me in just panties and shoes and socks.

Pretty modest panties. Not grandma panties, but not a thong. Cute and they don't cover much of my butt.

I turned to set my shorts on the bench and bent way over.

He's got a nice camel toe shot.

I stood up and quickly turned around.

To catch him rubbing his cock through his shorts. He realized he was caught, and I admit I was surprised he decided to leverage it.

"OK," said. "Busted, but you are gorgeous. Much more mature than I realized."

He even stroked his cock one more time.

"Have you ever seen one?" asked Abram. I shook my head no while biting my bottom lip.

It is a pretty sexy look.

I slowly walked over to him and let him look down at me. I raised my arms and he looked confused, but finally figured it out. He put his arms up and leaned over a little and I pulled off his shirt. I walked back over to the bench and folded his shirt and did the same bend. I turned around and walked back and with a sigh pulled down his shorts. His cock popped right out.

His 3-inch (8 cm) hard cock.

Now, we don't cock shame and I have been pleasured with similar cock and the experience was existential.

But not in his case. My guess is he abuses steroids. Let's just say two marbles and not big marbles.

Sorry. I folded his shorts and walked back to the bench. I quickly grabbed both of our clothes and took off running back towards the lodge, as fast I could, screaming.

"Help, help," I screamed. "He tried to rape me!"

I could hear him crashing through the brush behind me, but I popped out of the woods at the clubhouse and ran towards the pool. I am not sure he thought this through because he ran out of the woods right after me.

Cock swinging in the wind.

I ran up to Dad and that's when the shit hit the fan. Abram ran up and skidded to a stop. That's when his lizard brain finally realized he was naked.

"Nothing to see here folks," he said. "Just a misunderstanding."

Uh huh.

I quickly pulled on my shirt and shorts, to the clear disappointment of many around. I'm self-aware and I don't mind at all. You have to understand the distinction.

"You're under arrest," I said. "By the Kingdom of Dionysus."

He laughed.

Dad handed me the cuffs.

He stopped laughing.

I perped walked him through the clubhouse and to the front driveway, where the local police were waiting.

"Eww," said the female cop.

I handed her his clothes.

It was a bit of an impasse. His hands are behind his back.

"Can you please uncuff him?" she said, with some exasperation. She said it to Dad, of course.

He handed me the key. She handed him his clothes and thankfully he got dressed.

"We'll need your statements," she said.

"OK," I said. "I'll testify."

"It is going to be he said/she said," said the cop. "You're a little girl."

"Not so much," I said. "100% on video. I am also a 3-star general in the Dionysus military."

"I work for her," said Dad.

Well that got a confused look. We finally cleared it up. Now, this is where I'm supposed to invite the cop in for an orgy, but no, not her. Oh, she's quite attractive.

But dismissive. Not feeling it. The rest of the story isn't critical other than lots of kids came forward, both boys and girls. He won't see the light of day outside prison for the rest of his life and if by some fluke he does, we will extradite him.

Yes, I get that dad fucked me in this same story, but you absolutely know this is different. Oh, and the former owners were arrested and tried, too. It turned out they were aware and did nothing.

Assholes.

Now the iconic hotels

I found several lists of iconic hotels. Google, you know. Now I've got my team researching them. While it would be great if they were profitable, my primary focus is hotels that are iconic and at risk. You know what I mean. I quickly realized that for these hotels, trying to be discrete was a waste of time. I put out a press release that the Dionysus Hotel Group was in acquisition mode and if you owned an iconic hotel to reach out. It was unsigned, since no one is really clear that I run the whole thing and I'm just fine with that. Which makes me laugh, given my picture is on my profile page our website. We're going to continue our family trips but we upped the ante, so to speak. Oh, this is Peaches again.

Luca is going to very publicly visit the hotels at the same time I am. We will, of course, not know each other. They'll all focus their attention on Luca, who really is just going to take a vacation and give me his feedback and that of anyone with him.

Who knew who that would be? The world is a little better at understanding our marriages, so mostly he'll bring Tegan, and often Gabe and Carlina, too.

A foursome, you know.

First, I have to go deal with an issue at the Metropole Hotel in Hanoi. It truly is iconic, and we got a nice note from the assistant manager who assured us that he had the ear of leadership and they were open to sell with him as their agent.

How cool is that! There is one modest challenge.

I already own it. It is a Sofitel.

I put our legal team on it and they setup a sting. He's in jail now. So much for the ear of leadership. A surprising amount of jail time in this story.

This one is going to be fun

OK, they're all going to be fun. It is nice to have access to documents created by our security service. We might be a little loose in that, but we're a young country. Sometimes it is hard for us to do things without laughing. Of course, we have our Dionysus diplomatic passports, too.

Our first trip is to the GoldenEye resort in Jamaica. It is where Ian Fleming invented the James Bond character and wrote the books. Luca, Tegan, Carlina, and Gabe have the Fleming Villa, which is literally his house. It is on the property, but private. It is three bedrooms, so it will be interesting to see who comes with him. I'll know soon, because they landed at the nearby airport and are arriving by boat. My brother and I are sitting on the porch of our cottage, with our feet in the water. I don't know why I put brother in italics. It is really my brother, Linus. Linus is fun.

Really, really fun.

Our parents, which deserves to be in italics, are Leslie and Blake. Leslie is hilarious. She's wearing mom clothes. A one-piece suit with a little skirt, a big hat, and her hair in a ponytail. She easily looks old enough to be mom. I think some of it is the tits. It is much more the attitude. Upper class white woman on vacation with her kids while her inattentive husband is on his phone a lot.

They were playing it up to the hilt. Did I get the expression right? The villa holds ten. Six in the main house and two one-bedroom cottages. They just pulled up in the resort boat. Luca, Tegan, Gabe, and Carlina, as expected. I loved the looks. Shorts, polo shirts, and snappy hats. On the men. Adorable dresses on the women. I am sure some of the people watching, like we are, are confused, because the staff are damn near genuflecting to Luca, who is clearly a teenager. Other than dressing well, they didn't change a thing.

With them are Ruby, Tomas, Tavi, and Amara. No real surprise there. Who would the mystery couple be?

Why, Luke and Cassie, of course. So Luca is the oldest, at 18. They're having one hell of an orgy tonight, too. Darn it. No, more power to them. I'm forced to be with Blake, Leslie, and Linus. I'll be OK. No, we don't own it yet. Yes, we're going to play. We are at the fuck it all part of our country's evolution. No one will challenge us and if they do, we have diplomatic passports.

Sure, Luca is getting the attention. I see the manager of the resort is on the dock. He sure didn't meet us. We're staying in the two-bedroom beach villa, and even booked the ultimate James Bond experience. At $2,442 a night, you would have expected to be met at the dock. The only thing I will say is that the Assistant manager has impressed me. She has been attentive.

We played in the surf and had a great afternoon. It really is beautiful. The service was excellent, even at the beach. Overall, a great experience, so far. Luca and his crew came over from the Villa onto the larger beach and setup about 50 feet from us. Linus and I did the expected giggling and pointing, to admonishments from Mom.

God, this is hilarious.

Tegan and Carlina came over and introduced themselves to our group and inquired about our stay. They timed it flawlessly. The assistant manager was hovering. No other word to use. We made appropriate comments, but Dad, aka Blake, mentioned that he noticed the manager met them at the boat but not us.

"For ten thousand bucks for a few days, you'd think the dude would meet us too," said Blake, playing up being American. A little loud, a little crass. He played entitled well.

Fifteen minutes later the manager came to check on how our family was doing but diminished it all by making a beeline for Luca and group after barely listening to our replies. How do I know?

Because I mentioned that I'd found the Loch Ness monster under my bed and his response was "good, good".

That did not give the appearance of attentiveness to us. We finally went in and got cleaned up. Dinner wasn't until 2000, so how would we possibly fill the time.

Let me tell you all about it.

Nah. It's dinner time. Let's just leave it that Blake and Linus need to recover, and I experienced them both in novel and innovative ways.

And so did Mom.

Although customs did wonder why we brought so many spatulas. Except for one customs officer.

She clearly knew why.

It is an interesting dichotomy

The resort is amazing. The service is outstanding. The manager is smarmy. This is Tegan. I'll represent our group. The manager is a creep. He's very attentive and not in a good way. He's handsy, which is bad enough, but regardless of our being adults or not, you don't have permission to be handsy with a 10-year-old. Or a 55-year-old.

You can't be handsy, particularly when it includes things like accidentally touching our butts. I already warned Luca that if he did it again, he was on the ground. Which Luca found both hilarious and apparently kind of sexy, because I won't be wearing that bikini anymore. He tore it right off of me.

I fucking loved it. He was an animal. Sometimes you like a gentle lover.

Sometimes you want a good, hard fuck.

You want details? Does that include the fact that our entire group heard us and joined in the fun?

Our entire group.

Imagine that.

Now we're going to be late to dinner, but fuck it, we're us. Kidding, sort of. I suspect they expect it. Our reservation is for 2030, so still early by European standards. Gabe and Ruby would happily eat at 1700.

Americans. Says the girl from Wichita.

We got to the restaurant and to no surprise, were immediately seated. That's when I noticed Peaches and her family were waiting for the table. I started to get up, but she subtly shook her head no. Got it. The manager came in and fawned over our group. He made a mistake though.

He put his hands on my shoulders.

"Please take your hands off of me and don't touch me again," I said, in that voice. I can't do it as well as Jessica, but he got the point. I was a little, just a little, disappointed that he did.

I wanted to kick his ass.

Our orders were immediately taken and about the time we were ready for dessert, Peaches and her family were seated. There had been plenty of seats and enough staff. What the heck.

Oh. They didn't want the riff-raff to bother us. Good grief. And to top it off, the manager just hurried over again.

"Mr. Luca," he said, in his ingratiating voice. God, I hate that voice. "It has come to my attention that you are checking out in the morning. I can make myself available at any time to meet with you before your departure."

"Why would you do that?" asked Luca, with a smile. Almost, but not quite, a smirk.

"I was told that a representative of the kingdom would be speaking to me about a potential transfer of ownership," he said. Luca laughed.

"Wow, that's a coincidence," said Luca. "We're just here on vacation. It was quite nice, but we must get on our way. You should setup a meeting with the person that is considering the purchase. They have been a guest here a day longer than we have."

The manager looked shocked. I'm not even writing his name. He doesn't deserve a spot in the journal. He was frantically looking around. It appeared that pretty much everyone staying here is at dinner now. His eyes lingered on the two couples that were by themselves, although he only looked at the men. The last place he looked was at Blake. Not Leslie. Not Linus. Certainly not Peaches. He dismissed them quickly.

"I am afraid I am at a loss," he said.

"Oh, I suspect it is much worse than that," said Luca. Yeah, I could see Peaches expression as she walked over. Damn, she looks good. She is wearing an actual LBD and rocks it. Peaches could be the model for powerful young woman.

"I overheard what he said, and oh, he is right," said Peaches. "There is no need for us to meet. Your employment is terminated, effective immediately. Please leave the property. Your personal belongings and final check will be sent tomorrow."

Maybe, just maybe, he would have gotten another chance if he had responded appropriately. An apology. Use the ingratiating tone.

That's not what he did. He laughed.

Oh boy. Then Peaches smiled. Oh, this is going to be fun.

"Do you have your phone with you?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Open the page for the Dionysus Hotel Group. All one word. No spaces. Dot com," she said. "Click about, then management team."

I could see over her shoulder. The first thing that comes up is the CEO name and a nice bio.

With her picture. I admit, I barked out a little laugh. In her picture, on the website, she is wearing the exact same dress.

Nice touch, Peaches. Nice touch. He blanched, which is not a word you get to use often. That's when hotel security walked up. Two officers. One man. One woman. The guy was happy about it.

The girl was downright ecstatic.

That's when the Assistant Manager ran up.

"Someone named Ruby texted me that I needed to get here quickly," she said. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Except she didn't say that to Luca.

She said it to Peaches.

OK, we all laughed.

"You knew who I was all along," said Peaches.

"It wasn't hard to figure out," she said. "Rumors had been flying that the hotel was close to being sold. Luca and his group showed up, but it seemed contrived. You were big and bold and having fun. It was for show. So I looked on the website and checked to see if I recognized anyone from the leadership team. To my complete lack of a surprise, the CEO was staying in one of our beach cabins, with her parents, under an assumed name. Except that her mom is a member of the board and is identified as Princess Leslie, who is 16. Who appears to be married to Blake, who is the corporate counsel. Her brother is really her brother, but he is an executive of the Hotel du Monte Carlo. At that point I used my powers of deductive reasoning to infer that you were here mystery shopping. I knew the manager would fuck it up, so I made sure you got the actual experience of the hotel. That's the most important point. I greet every guest. I always have. This is the first time I have ever seen him meet a guest and we've had some pretty famous ones. So what you experienced is the work of the entire team of the hotel. I am honored to be a member of that team."

"Did you practice that in front of the mirror?" asked Peaches and the assistant manager laughed.

"For hours," she said, smiling.

OK, we all broke up with that.

"OK," said Peaches. "But if you're going to handle this job and still go to high school, then you need to be going to one of our schools. I'll connect you with our education team to help you make that happen."

"I believe the Superintendent will be amenable to the idea," she said. Oh, her name is Alvita. She works here part-time, and her work ethic got her the promotion, with the full support of everyone on the team. Alvita is also 14. Her parents are Latoria and Bembe. Latoria is the superintendent of schools.

Bembe leads the maintenance team at this hotel. Alvita has come to the hotel after school since she was in kindergarten. She put herself to work immediately but didn't get paid for it until she was 14.

Of course I know all this. How? Because Peaches knows all this and I just read her, with permission, of course. I'm the scribe. I needed to know. Linus handed Peaches an envelope. A legal size envelope. Peaches handed it to Alvita. She opened it and gasped.

"What is this for?" she said.

"You worked here for nine years without pay. We estimated 20 hours a week. That's what we owe you," said Peaches.

Alvita looked at the check again.

"This is a check for 270 million Jamaican dollars. Over $1.8 million. Even at 20 hours a week, that's almost. No wait, that's exactly US$200 an hour," said Alvita.

"Yes," said Peaches. "That's what you make now, although you're bonus eligible now that you're the Managing Director."

"You just gave me enough money to retire and live a comfortable life," said Alvita. "What makes you think I won't do that?"

"You might," said Peaches. "Certainly your call. But you care about knowledge more than the money. You know that if you quit, we won't have a need to take over the school system. If you don't, you will."

"That's extortion," said Alvita.

"Sure," said Peaches. "And I'll push even harder. If you do that, no one will be more disappointed than your mom. Both because you will waste a brilliant mind and because she can't wait for the freaking wrestling rooms."

"I'll buy all of that except the wrestling room," said Alvita. "That just wouldn't be my mom."

OK, Peaches is laughing now.

"I am telling you this with permission," said Peaches. "I would not have offered you all this without your parents' permission. Trust me, your parents are both excited about wrestling rooms and if all goes well, they're hoping you'll join them."

Yeah, Alvita moaned. Hell, we've never even met her parents, and we moaned, mostly because Alvita moaned, and Peaches did, too.

"Have you? With my parents?" asked Alvita.

"Now, that's not a question you can ask, now is it?" said Peaches.

"I'm sorry," said Alvita. "You're right, of course."

"But I can volunteer it, with their permission," said Peaches. "Repeatedly." That took Alvita a moment and then she rocked through a pretty healthy orgasm.

We'll just leave it that the deal closed quickly, and we all celebrated with Alvita and her parents.

Repeatedly.

Peaches had three cases of spatulas flown in. They're in the gift shop of all of her hotels, with an instruction book.

Not these three cases. We used them all up.

Whee!

He might be an unusual officiant

We're getting married by my brother. Leo. He did all the research and found out how to get licensed and is all set in the state of Florida. Oddly, getting licensed meant becoming a notary. Notaries can marry you in Florida.

Florida is weird. Although they won't allow this marriage given, you know, there are three of us and two of them are 7. I have no idea why I am focused on notaries in Florida.

OK, let me back up. Leo is my little brother. He is 2. He's marrying us and by us I mean Colby, Nylah, and me.

This is Karolina.

We've messed around as unmarried polygamists for too long.

Now we'll be married polygamists. We're a trio. That's a good thing.

And wonderfully legal in Dionysus. We're not even really ruling out a fourth or fifth. After all, I'm only 12 and as I mentioned, Nylah and Colby are only 7.

We have time. Might be Leo.

You never know.

Although my new to be sister-in-law is pretty laser focused on him.

Jessica.

Damn. Leo and Jessica. It would be powerful. Oh, who am I kidding. I've watched and learned from the two of them. Usually with Bill.

Do I need to repeat the damn? Then again, their balance is better, too. Two cocks.

Can you have six? With two sets of twin siblings?

Yes, yes you can.

It's about showtime. Dad is walking me down the aisle. Mom is already at the front because she is my matron of honor. Colby is already there, with Amy. Nylah is already there, with Bob. No that isn't backwards. It is what they chose. They've encouraged me to be non-traditional and my dad is going to stay, too.

Heck, the four parents will spend time together at the reception/orgy.

Although orgy is implied for any get together in Dionysus.

Oh, and we decided not to get married in Florida. Now you're wondering where we're marrying. Could be anywhere! Nylah encouraged me to marry where I felt comfortable so we're back in Southern California. Yes, I went all through Leo getting his notary in Florida for nothing. Although sometimes you do need things notarized. California doesn't have any rules at all. Then again, we're getting married in Dionysus. In California.

Now, you're thinking the big mansion, or the Malibu house, or even the island, but remember, the family owns a home in San Diego, next door to the famous Hotel Del Coronado. We're getting married on the beach outside the house, and the reception is in the house. Plenty big. Lots of beds.

You get the idea. We took over the entire hotel with our guests, too. Of course the family owns it. Duh.

The caterer setup the grills outside, too. Lots of great choices. Plenty of wine, of course. Some edibles for those that prefer.

A pretty nice party, if I do say so myself. I planned it all. OK, Jackson and Sofia did the heavy lifting. My ideas. OK, more Sofia's ideas.

I was around when they planned it, OK?

The three of us had a lot of fun planning it. Fun.

Colby and Nylah thought it was great. They had suggestions.

Colby wants the pen to narrate the wedding. OK by me!

I'm getting married

Why did I wait so long! I'm already 7!

Kidding. Maybe. I knew before I even met her that Karolina was our soulmate.

Yes, our. Nylah and I have known since birth, but never thought it would happen.

Then along came Dionysus. Crazy. Fucking crazy. Crazy fucking.

You get the idea.

The setup was already done. Mom's with me.

Shit.

We planned this before.

I think Mom was confused when I walked away. No, not getting stage fright. I walked over to the first row and held my hand out.

To Mom Pari. She gave me an incandescent, and careful, smile and took my hand. We walked back and she stood on the other side of me from dad. That worked great, because it put her next to Nylah, too.

Now we can have the ceremony. We had written our own vows and no I won't make you read them. They're my soulmates.

What more needs to be said.

Leo did an outstanding job. Flawless. He clearly took it very seriously because he knew his portion of the wedding flawlessly. No notes for Leo.

One part for Karolina was in Ukrainian.

I would estimate over 95% of the guests understood every word.

Finally it was time for the kisses. We had it choreographed.

I did not have a say in it. OK, I pretty much didn't have a say in anything. Karolina did everything, with counsel from Nylah.

Counsel! From the attorney.

Into Dad's log.

First I kissed Nylah.

The single best kiss of my entire life. I had to hold her up at the end.

That can't surprise you.

Then I kissed Karolina. There is now a tie at the top for the best kiss of my life.

Held her up, too.

Then Nylah and Karolina kissed.

I learned three new things. Me!

Luckily Mom Pari has outstanding reflexes. We had anticipated that both Nylah and Karolina would pass out. Dad will catch Karolina and I'll catch Nylah.

That plan did not anticipate Mom Pari between me and Nylah.

"Predictable," said Mom Pari, while holding up Nylah.

Yeah, it was.

The reception is actually over in the hotel now. More room.

We have two of the largest ballrooms. The first is for the reception.

They second now has a temporary wrestling room floor.

Our reception is going to be epic.

Nylah and I asked for a nine-year-old exception just for the reception. An exception for the reception.

Just rolls off the tongue.

It was not approved. We even tried Mom Pari.

She laughed.

Then we all fucked.

Hey, ya gotta try.

Mom just walked up. Remember Mom is Mom Amy.

"We thought about it," said Mom. "Your dad and I had spirited conversations about it. We even changed positions several times, but finally decided that since it wasn't a simple decision we had to say no."

"We get it," I said. "Completely. It was for fun. We didn't have an expectation you would approve it. As my wife the attorney would say, it would be a dangerous precedent. If you didn't approve it for others, than you've treated your family differently. And honestly, you just can't approve it for others. So the right answer was no. Time will fix it."

"Yeah," said Mom, in a smoker's voice.

Did I mention we're all naked? Fuck yeah, I'm hard. Mom is smoking.

We did have the ceremonial first fuck though. You thought first dances were fun.

Our bar is higher. The three of us. On a big bed. Under the spotlights.

We put on a clinic

Then we opened it up to free fuck. As you can imagine, we got an awful lot of attention. It was a long and amazing evening. Finally it was time to be done. Mom Pari bought us a house just up the beach for our first night together. By just up the beach I mean next door.

We'll put it in the app tomorrow.

Tonight is our wedding night. The whole house is ours.

"We will make it less than an hour before we invite others over," said Nylah, who is holding my left hand.

"I already invited a few. We have an hour," said Karolina, who is holding my right hand.

"Me too," laughed Nylah.

"Me too," I said.

Which is why we walked next door laughing and celebrated for that entire hour.

I'd invited Luke and Cassie.

Nylah had invited Chris and Noah.

Karolina had invited the rest of our siblings.

And Leo.

It was quite a night.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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