7 August 2023

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A Day with my boys

I'm so excited. Today I am spending a fun day with my boys. My sons Orlando, Luke, Colby, and Bill.

Now, you immediately assumed Amy, now, didn't you? Or maybe Bob?

Nope. Pari. Mom Pari, thank you very much. I know, it seems ridiculous, particularly with Orlando, who is 18, given I am 12, but honestly, I think he is the most excited. Now, you're assuming a day in bed somewhere, and, well, maybe. Probably. Likely.

But that's not the focus of the day. We're doing parent/child shit.

OK, you can laugh all you want.

Today we're going to Legoland. See! Now, there are a lot of choices. Denmark, Dubai, Japan.

We're going to the park in Lakeland, Florida. Our old stomping grounds. OK, not mine, but, well, I guess just Orlando's. It was his idea. Theme park. Water park.

Peppa Pig park. Come on. Who doesn't love Peppa Pig. You read that last sentence in a British accent, didn't you?

We're staying at the Legoland hotel. The rooms are not exactly suites but have an area with a Queen bed and a kid's area with bunk beds with a pull-out trundle.

Five spots.

We'll never leave the Queen bed.

Now, before you react to that, it took some effort to make that work. Legoland is owned by Merlin. Merlin owns other things and wouldn't sell. Merlin is controlled by The Lego Group.

Yes, the actual Lego people. Lego actually passed Mattel to be the biggest toy company in the world. They are also environmentally conscious and working to make Lego bricks out of hemp.

We will help by providing our technology.

After all, I bought the whole thing.

You didn't expect me to spend the night with my boys and be celibate, did you? It says a lot that Bob and Rylee hadn't swept them up. They're an ethical company.

We just pulled up to the valet stand. We're in a generic BMW SUV. OK, an X7M, but for us, that's generic. I'm driving. Orlando is in the front seat with me. The other boys are in the back. Luke, Colby, and Bill. We all got out and I could see the confusion in the eyes of the valet.

I'm small, OK.

Then again, I'm 12.

I'm also wearing booty shorts and a bikini top. Hey, waterpark! The boys are all in some variation of board shorts and swim T-shirts. Orlando is the only one that even remotely looks like an adult. I gave the valet credit though, he jumped right into his spiel and gave me the ticket. OK, he leered a bit.

At all of us.

He does appear to like my budding A cups. It was an appropriate leer though. We know the difference. Come on. Budding A cups. Bikini top.

I tipped him and we went inside. Just as we hit the door I heard him.

"Wow," he said. "Thanks!"

He shouted that last part. I just waved. We tip well, right? Even better when your leer is appropriate.

We went up to the front desk and it went about as well as you can imagine.

Which was not well.

The desk clerk looked at us all with some confusion. We get that. We're recognizable.

But it wasn't that surprisingly. He finally focused on Orlando.

"How may I help you sir?" he said. Orlando laughed.

"By talking to our mom," he said, pointing at me.

Well that confused him. His brain could not connect these four boys with me as their mom.

I sure as fuck wasn't going to explain it.

"Yes, we have a reservation," I said, and handed him my credit card and passport.

Apparently the Dionysus passport is not a clue.

"Thank you, but I'll need to see another form of ID," he said.

So I passed him my driver's license. Our licenses have a big difference from most.

They do not have our birth year. Neither do our passports.

He looked at it and he looked at me.

"I'm sorry, but I'll need a form of ID that has your age on it," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Um, well, you, um, appear to be underage," he said.

"This young man," I said, pointing at Orlando. "Just shared with you that I am their mother."

It is a true statement, but sure didn't answer his question.

It flustered him. So much so that he called over a supervisor.

"None of her ID has her age on it," he said, to the supervisor, nodding at me. "But they say she is their mom."

"So what's the problem?" asked the supervisor. A damn fine looking young woman.

Who just winked at me. At least some people are not clueless. Good grief. I'm a freaking Queen!

"She looks 12!" he said.

We all laughed. It felt appropriate.

"Well thank you for the compliment," I said.

"Just check them in," said the supervisor, who then turned to me.

"My name is Wilhemena," she said. "If there is absolutely anything I can do for you and your family, don't hesitate to ask."

She wrote something on the back of her card and handed it to me with a smile. I turned it over.

Her cell number and a note.

"I'm off at 3," said the note. "Feel free to invite me to your room. I know this is a Dionysus property now."

Well now. Given we had not yet published that, she is pretty sharp.

I gave her one of my biggest smiles.

The desk clerk is now wondering why his supervisor is vibrating.

The clerk handed me our keys and we went off to find our room. While I never told them my age, I am the perfect age. Old enough for Orlando. Young enough for Bill.

Of course he has an exception. Are you kidding? Not for Orlando, poor guy, but for Luke, Colby, and me.

Yay.

We got to our room, and it is bland. Oh, that's not fair. For most families it is just fine. I guess I am just spoiled. Says the girl from the slums of Tehran.

"Let's hit the waterpark!" said Colby. All the other boys just stared at him.

"No, he's right," I said. "We'll fuck until you can't anymore, but let's go play first."

Their sad faces are hilarious. Especially Orlando.

"OK, OK," I said. "One cum. Your choice."

I guess I should take it as a compliment that they all got into a line in front of me. Youngest to oldest.

I do take it as a compliment.

And I laughed.

"How?" I said to Bill.

"Fuck your tits," said Bill.

"Me? I have little tits," I said.

"Trust me," said Bill. "It will be great."

Did I mention we all stripped while we talked. Damn.

"Damn," said the boys, when I dropped my top.

"Jinx!" yelled Luke, with such enthusiasm.

He kissed Bill first. Bill barely made it. Then I laid back on the bed and Bill climbed on.

While Luke collected his kiss from everyone else.

To my surprise, Bill fucking my tits is surprisingly erotic. He is clearly enjoying it and just pouring out precum to keep it lubed. It was helpful that Colby was between my legs going down on me. I think my tits are vibrating from the continuous orgasms. Finally Bill couldn't take it anymore and did one more thrust and just unloaded.

It is a lot of cum. My face, in my mouth, and especially all over my tits.

He rolled off and Colby climbed into the same spot. Cum is great lube. Luke took Colby's spot. My tits are still vibrating.

Bill, Colby, Luke, Orlando. All between my little A cups.

I am simply covered with cum.

"We clean up messes in our family," I said, in my Queen voice. You know I have one.

They damn near attacked me. Lick and kiss. Lick and kiss.

A lot to me.

Even more to each other.

I like to see sibling love.

Finally I was clean-ish and took a quick shower. I took it as another compliment that they all came into the bathroom to watch.

And got hard.

Tempting to just blow off the day and fuck. Blow off. Ha!

Telling Bob.

But off to the park we go. I put the bikini top back on which is utterly ridiculous.

Then again, why do I need it? No, not that my A cups don't need support, which they don't, but I bought the park.

Hmm.

I sent a text, and it wasn't 90 seconds before I got a reply.

"Rules amended," said the text.

It is now acceptable to be topless at Legoland. Yeah, yeah, family park. Then get used to it folks. Tits are OK.

I pulled on my bikini bottoms, which are not that small. OK, they're small and I've got the camel toe thing going, but not that small. I know, I am just being ornery. I love the word ornery. Mostly because I am ornery. I might be overusing ornery. I'm not sure you can overuse ornery.

That's when there was a knock on the door.

Holy shit! She came!

Now, you're assuming the desk clerk. I swung open the door and the boys just cheered.

When Rylee walked in the door. Oh, we'd invited her, but she had a conflict. Apparently not anymore. Rylee and I are really close now. Remember how Bob, Amy, and I were confused and not quite there but would be?

Change Pari to Rylee and you have the dynamic. We'll get there. We all love Rylee. At least we're moving a little faster. Rylee.

Who just gave me a big freaking kiss.

"Love you, too," she said.

I did have to laugh though. She kissed me before we closed the door. When we broke the kiss there was a boy of about 10 looking in the door in a state of shock.

I'm topless.

Rylee just kissed me through an orgasm that got me so wet that my bikini bottoms are pretty sheer.

Rylee's bikini top wouldn't contain my A cups.

Sorry, dude. I smiled at him and closed the door. Maybe we'll see him later. I'd do him.

OK, the list is shorter for people I wouldn't do. Kind of insatiable here.

But back on track.

"You came!" I exclaimed. Yes, exclaimed.

"Not yet," said Rylee, with a laugh.

Orlando's kiss solved that problem. So did Luke's, Colby's, and Bill's.

Rylee is a little woozy now.

"Let's go!" said Bill, heading for the door with the rest of us behind him.

"Um, Pari," said Rylee, pointing at her own tits.

"Park policy no longer requires women to wear tops," I said. Rylee laughed.

And took off her top.

The moans in the room almost shook the walls. Come on. D cups. I love my little A cups and they appear to be loved by others, but Rylee's tits are simply spectacular.

The boys will fuck her tits this weekend at some point. I will help.

We headed out and towards the elevator.

"You don't think this will cause controversy?" said Rylee. I admit I laughed.

"Oh, I never like controversy," I said. Which was why we were all laughing when the elevator doors opened. Inside were two boys. About 9 and 15.

"Best day of my life," said the younger boy.

"Might get better," I said, with a laugh. Come on. Deflowering virgins is a thing.

The younger boy laughed.

"Who said we were virgins?" he said. Oh my.

"What school?" I said.

"Clearwater," he replied.

And I gave him our room number.

"8 pm," I said.

"Oh yeah," he replied. I laughed because his brother just stood there the whole time smiling.

And rocking an impressively hard cock.

Did I mention they're in Speedos? Both look like they'll be fun.

Who am I kidding. They will definitely be fun. Hey, it is not like we're always looking for people to fuck.

OK, we are always looking for people to fuck.

We rode down to the lobby and the boys rode with us. We found out they are Miles and Rowan. We got to the lobby and another boy ran up.

The boy that looked into our room.

Their brother, Asher.

A trifecta for sure.

"We're heading to the waterpark," said Luke. "Come with us."

The youngest boy laughed.

"Oh yeah," he said.

"You've got to tell that to Dad," said Bill. "He will reward you." All three of the new boys laughed.

"Probably by fucking me in the ass," said Asher.

"Sure," said Colby.

OK, more moaning. That's encouraging. Hell, I'm just excited that Rylee and I are outnumbered seven to 2. They're young. Let's say six cums each. Forty-two cums divided by 2.

OK, probably not fair, since they'll all fuck each other, too.

We'll help.

Still plenty for us.

My turn at the pen

See what I did there?

I love them all. They love me. What's the issue? Hell, they just got married. We'll get there.

Yes, this sounds like dozens of entries with Pari. The sequel, I guess.

But I realized I was being silly when Bob told me I was being silly. Yeah, he figured it out. He is the most empathetic person on the planet, and we live in a world of empathetic people. Bob feels. Ruby knows things but Bob feels.

Having a bad day? Bob will show up with pancakes. If you love pancakes. Replace pancakes with something you love.

The last time he did with me, he showed up with seven spatulas.

Good choice, Bob. We used them all.

A tangent, but one that involved Bob, me, and seven spatulas. A worthy tangent. Trust me.

We were walking through the lobby, and we heard the telltale screech.

Of a Karen. Our stories involve a lot of Karens and are surprisingly similar. Maybe because we push buttons on their comfort zone. Which we do.

Often. Regularly. Pretty much all the time.

"They're topless!" she screamed. Well, anyone not yet looking is sure looking. I'm not sure it helped her mood that the entire lobby moaned.

Including her husband.

And daughter.

Her daughter of about 10. Cute AF.

Hey, I like cock, but I like pussy, too. I'm flexible that way. The funny thing is that her mom, the Karen in this story, is freaking smoking. She's even wearing a pretty sexy bikini.

They all walked over.

"We can go topless?" said the woman. She spoke to me. I guess that makes sense.

I think it is my D cups.

"Yes," I said. "Legoland has recently changed their policy to be consistent across genders. Tops are not required for anyone."

That's when the Karen simply whipped off her top.

This did not go the direction I expected. She turned to her daughter.

"It's very freeing, Naila," she said. So off came Naila's top. To moans from us all.

Including Naila's mom and dad.

The mom whipped her head back to us.

"We know the rules but is there any way we can have an exception?" said the mom. "Oh my, where are my manners. Layla, Dylan, and Naila. From Baton Rouge, Louisiana."

Yes, she has the sexy southern accent thing going on with a hint of French Creole. Yes, we can all tell.

"Sure," said Pari. "But only in your room."

"Or our room," added Orlando, looking all ripped and shit.

Apparently there is an awareness of who we are.

"Back to the room, family!" declared Layla.

"Wait," said Luke. "Certainly a fine choice, but why don't you come to the waterpark with us. You can join us for dinner, and we can retire to our room together."

Might have been a little earthquake at Legoland. No, not the moans. OK, maybe a little the moans.

Luke hit them with a smile. Luke's smiles are spectacular. How do I know?

Because I was in the line of sight. The last thing I saw before I started vibrating was Dylan just slamming his eyes shut.

Well played, Dylan.

And sorry about the puddles. I did laugh because a young guy quickly walked up pushing a rolling bucket with a mop. We stepped to the side while he cleaned up our mess. Impressive job there, dude. He didn't miss a drop while just staring from one of us to the next.

And not just the girls.

"What's your name?" asked Luke.

"Levi," he said.

"Nice to meet you," said Luke. "I'm Luke and this is my family and some new friends. We're having a bit of an orgy in our room at 8. Would you like to join us?"

That's when the lightbulb went on for Levi.

"This is a Dionysus property now," he said.

We all just nodded.

Pretty impressive endowment there, dude.

He happily accepted.

"Can I bring my sister, Harper?" he said, with such hope in his voice.

"How old are you and how old is she?" asked Colby.

"I'm 17," he said. "Harper just turned 9."

"That would require your parent's permission," said Orlando.

"We're on the waiting list for your Clearwater school," said Levi. "Our parents already signed."

I looked at Bill and he nodded.

"I asked Jessica to look them up," thought Bill.

Well played, Bill.

"Then sure," said Luke.

Oh boy.

Pari, Bill, Colby, Luke, Orlando, and me.

Asher, Miles, Rowan.

Levi and Harper.

Layla, Dylan, and Naila.

Wilhemena, too. I thought it to her. She responded. Yay. Yes, I have never met her. Yes, I know all about her. Including that she is 16.

That's a lot of people for a small room.

We'll make it work.

Off to the actual water park

Luke, here, with my brothers and our mom. And likely soon our other mom. Which would make her our third mom.

Which we all think is amazing. Come on. Mom Amy, Mom Pari, and Mom Rylee? They're truly amazing people.

And insatiable.

Feels like a win.

Anyway, our experience with a Karen went well, until we had an experience with a Karen. It was inevitable.

Topless Mom Pari might slide.

Topless Mom Rylee, not so much. OK, just practicing. Mom Rylee.

Yep.

Layla is with us, too, which is interesting. The only adult woman in our group. That's who the new Karen targeted.

We knew the way this would go by the screech.

"You have to wear tops!" she screeched. Layla and Rylee just looked at Pari, who laughed.

"Please step out of our way," said Pari, quite calmly.

"Not until you put on tops!" she screeched, again. It is freaking annoying.

"This can end one of two ways," said Pari, just as the woman's husband and kids walked up. You can recognize the look of resignation. This is a rinse and repeat even for us.

"You can quiet down and move out of our way," said Pari. "Or you will be removed from the park and permanently banned. There will be no refund."

The family is a boy of about 9 and a girl of around 12. Dad, of course. The kids are freaking adorable.

I like adorable.

The girl looked at Pari and smiled and then pointed at her own bikini top. Pari noticed and just smiled and nodded.

I think it startled her dad when she took off her top. He clearly doesn't know what to do. He wants to look but knows he shouldn't look. He's just sort of lost.

I get it, dude. You live in this world. Sucks. Or doesn't suck, I suppose.

The boy looked at Pari and pointed at his bathing suit. You know. Shorts.

Pari shook her head no.

Too bad.

A small crowd started to gather. Hey, tits, I get it. A lot of them are young women, from Jessica's age up.

Almost all are removing their tops. A solid half of the moms are, too.

This is joyous.

The boy walked up behind his mom, our Karen, and grabbed her arms and turned her around. The first thing she saw was her daughter.

There's the screech again.

That's about when she realized that a solid 70 percent of women and girls are now topless.

Do I need to repeat that it is joyous.

What came out next wasn't a screech.

It was a moan. Long, low, and deep.

Ah.

Pari walked around and turned to face her. She waved the woman to lean down and said something to her softly. The woman jerked straight up.

And then moaned again. Then she really surprised me.

She took off her top.

Wow. She has nice tits. C cup. Firm. Big puffy nipples.

Her kids cheered. She walked over and pulled all three of them, husband, son, and daughter close.

Now they're all moaning.

"You invited them tonight, didn't you?" said Rylee. Pari just smiled at Rylee.

We're now watching Rylee have quite an orgasm. As are about a half dozen women and girls that were in the line of sight.

Legoland is more fun now.

The girl turned to us with a smile.

Thankfully she controlled it.

For me. Her parents, well...

Eliana and Bennett, too. Sorry, Bennett. That's a little messy.

"Not sorry," he said. The fact that there is cum dripping down his leg is a little obvious.

OK, not as obvious anymore now that Pari used her finger to scoop it up.

And sucked it off her own finger.

Tonight is going to rock.

The day already is.

The actual damn waterpark

I like a good orgy as much as the next guy, but I freaking love waterparks. I'm a little disappointed Jessica isn't here. Not because she is my soulmate, although that's a good reason, but because she freaking loves waterparks.

This is Bill, if that wasn't obvious.

"Shit," said Mom Pari. "She does. What was I thinking?"

"Perhaps that there would be more outies and less innies?" said Aeron.

"A fair point," said Mom Pari. Given that Aeron had to have read us, that's an interesting outcome.

That's also when a huge group walked in the front door. We happened to be walking through the lobby.

Jessica, Nylah, Karolina, Cassie, Grace, Valeria.

A pretty damn fine group.

Behind them were Mom and Dad. Mom Amy. The Amy is implied.

Ya gotta keep your moms straight.

"Holy shit," said Wilhemena.

What she said.

So now we're up to our six, plus the new eight. Fourteen people plus our new friends, including the boys' mom and dad.

Yes, they joined us.

Twenty-eight in a room with one Queen bed might not work that well.

"I already worked it out," said Mom. The implied mom.

"How?" asked Mom Pari.

"We'll have dinner here, then run over to the Clearwater house and actually spend the night, then come back in the morning," said Mom.

But twenty-eight fit in an E-82. Two pilots. Two in the jump seat. Twenty-four in the cabin.

Ain't that handy.

"You know," said Valeria. "That's a great suggestion, but another few minutes and we could go to the space station."

The fact that Mom moaned set off a bit of a moan tsunami.

Can you have a moan tsunami? I believe you can.

"So let's play until dinner," said Jessica. "If we're going to the Space Station, let's eat there. The food has to be better."

Well, it does.

"And we'll have more time to fuck," said Nylah.

That too.

"Fuck?" squeaked Kinsley.

"Fuck," said Asher.

Another tsunami.

That's a good thing.

"Let's go," said Jessica. Jessica is leading the way. How surprising.

Yeah, even I couldn't sell that.

"We'll do the waterpark today," said Jessica. "And the rest of the park tomorrow."

"We're leaving in the morning," said Weston.

Jessica snorted.

We waited her out, to her laughter.

"I already refunded all your room charges and tickets," said Jessica.

"You refunded them?" asked Eliana. "How could you do that?"

"Because Mom Pari owns Lego, including the park," said Jessica.

Everyone swiveled to look at Mom Pari. Certainly a wonderful place to look.

Do I need to remind you she's topless?

The tsunami can be inferred.

"You call her Mom Pari?" said Miles.

"Well, ya gotta be able to tell your moms apart," said Luke. "Although Mom Amy is usually just Mom. Being first and all."

Exactly!

"So let me summarize," said Wilhemena. Yes, she joined us and is wearing bikini...

Bottoms.

"We're going to play at the waterpark this afternoon," said Wilhemena. "Then we're all going into space to have dinner and an orgy on your space station. We'll spend the night and come back for the rest of the park tomorrow."

"Exactly!" said Jessica. "And Bill and I have a 7-year-old exception."

"What's a 7-year-old exception?" asked Layla.

"It means that they get to follow the rules for 7-year-olds," said Harper, who is Levi's sister. And adorable. And topless. And 9.

Today is a fine day.

"That's really didn't clear things up," said Layla. Harper looked at me. Not sure why, but I laughed and nodded.

"It means they can fuck anyone under 18," said Harper.

That moan tsunami might have emptied the wave pool.

We had an absolute ball at the waterpark. Seriously so. Even though they were new to us and we're a little intimidating, our new friends fit right in. Honestly, most of that is Mom and Dad. They have a skill that turns people's awe into comfort. Or something like that.

We were everywhere and made a lot more new friends, but not for tonight. We'll come back. It is freaking Legoland. We'll go to them all.

We will.

After all, the UN Secretary General needs to be familiar with the world's Legolands. So does the Chief Medical Officer at Harvard.

Am I right?

Finally we sent everyone to their rooms to get cleaned up and meet at the plane that would soon be in the parking lot. None of us kept our planes. We sent them off. I do laugh because it was Jessica that fetched her plane. That is going to seriously fuck with some people.

It is hilarious.

Just popping up to the space station

We're going to the space station!

Sorry, but it is pretty freaking excited. Not the least of which is this might be the most desirable group of 28 people in history.

"Nope," said Luke. "31. Hunter, Hallie, and Leslie are already there."

"Oh, there are a lot more than that," said Jessica. "Morgan and Sophia brought another plane load."

"In an E-111," she added.

Pardon me while I vibrate.

My name is Aeron. I'm 12. This is going to be life changing.

"Particularly now that you're part of our world," said Bill. Bill is gorgeous. Yes, small. Yes, young. Yes, mature. Yes, kind of a God.

I am hopeful he will fuck me.

Given the thought got me a smile that caused me to almost fall out of my seat, I am hopeful that is a yes, please.

"Yes, please," said Bill, with a laugh.

Given he can read me...

But what the fuck is he talking about our world?

"If you're on this trip, with our family, there is a reason beyond the fact that we're all incredible fucks," said Bill. "Which we are."

Yeah, I am confident that is true. I am just as confident that I will be experiencing as much of that skill as possible.

"Still not following," I said.

"We kind of sweep people up in our wake," said Bill. "Odds are super high that in our module of the space station there are already Dionysus passports for all of you."

"There are," said Jessica.

Well sure. Jessica. Equally as gorgeous. Also on my hopeful list. In a threesome. With Bill.

"Oh yeah," laughed Jessica in a bass voice that is impressive.

"So what does that mean?" I said.

"Who knows," said Jessica. "It will all work out. Where are you from?"

"Savannah, Georgia," I said.

"Could be as simple as Pari needing someone to take over the Savannah schools," said Bill. "That's a pretty common one."

"Our parents don't have an education background," I said. I do not know why they both laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked.

"Because it wouldn't be your parents. It would be Aston and you," said Jessica.

"Sure, sure," I said. "I'll just be the superintendent of schools and go to seventh grade."

"Well, you won't be in seventh for long," said Jessica. "You'll be out of high school in a month."

Do you know what is super weird about all this?

I believe them.

"OK," said Harper. "I heard all that. So why are Levi and I here? He's a janitor. I'm in second grade."

Bill tilted his head.

"Do you want to tell us the story in private?" asked Bill. Harper looks really startled.

"Why would you think our story is private?" said Levi.

"Because it likely is," said Jessica. Does Jessica already know their story? I think she does. Not because she read them, but because she knows things.

I sometimes do it, too.

Levi is also about to panic.

Passing the pen.

Well fuck

OK, a little tangent. Jessica, here. We find these situations more often than you would expect. We got to the space station, and I pulled the two of them to the side.

"You can tell me anything," I said. "We have your back. I already have passports that make you Dionysus citizens and you're both adults. We will help you in any way we can. You can move literally anywhere that is Dionysus."

"Franklin, Tennessee," said Harper.

"Really?" said Levi and me.

Ah, and Harper.

Yes, she said it.

"You're both predictable," said Harper. "I'm thinking Barcelona. We both speak Spanish, and the school is right on the gorgeous beach."

Levi is just nodding.

"Sure," I said. "Let's go fuck."

And we did. Late into the night. Everyone I could be with, I was with, and there must have been 75 more people in our group. More than just Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie. Most from the inner circle. I'll just give you a taste of one of my fun times.

A taste!

Putting it in Dad's log.

You know of our love of tits and a cock.

Well, we do.

I was riding Remei cowgirl, when Emory bent me over. DP with my two friends with tits and a cock. I couldn't say much though.

Because Gina's cock was in my mouth.

I was giving Maya a hand job.

My other hand was free. Darn it.

Oh, I found use for it.

Then they exploded all over me.

We had five new friends of age to fuck me. They joined together to clean me off.

Then one after the other.

We had a fun, fun night.

Did I mention Dad rewarded Asher?

By fucking him in the ass.

It was glorious.

We had the best day

Last night was amazing but come on. Peppa Pig. We had a glorious day at the park and yes all our new friends stayed. Perhaps it was Tia offering to fly them all home. Yes, Tia and Jax joined us for the second day. Not the orgy.

They're pretty disappointed.

Understandably so.

I should mention this is Bob. No particular reason. Just my turn I guess. Tonight we're going to have dinner and chat about why they're all in our world now. You know they are. Yes, we know the story about Levi and Harper and no we aren't going to tell it. Just assume it is fixed with their move to Barcelona.

We've got the outdoor patio as the Island Grill in Clearwater. Kind of a go-to for us.

Yeah, we own it now. That might have been mentioned before.

The entire group is here. The folks at the restaurant are used to us dropping a plane or two or ten out front. We block the street briefly, but then drop it at the Publix that is almost next door.

We own Publix, too.

You know it really is insane what we own.

We had the outside patio reserved for our group. When we got there, Amelia and Cobb were already here. I don't know why. Happy they are. There will be a reason.

There always is.

We did the introductions. Somehow Asher is sitting between them. He seems quite pleased. They seem quite pleased.

Oh, you know we're all getting naked again.

Peaches is here, too, so there is something hotel related. If I had to guess, she is here for Wilhemena.

OK, I admit, I pictured the two of them naked.

It's joyous.

My life is joyous.

I'll just be the scribe and record some of the conversations. We'll start with Asher. Asher and family are from Kansas City. Kansas. Not Missouri. Pretty weird it could be either.

"So why haven't you expanded into the Midwest yet?" said Asher. "It is a freaking mess."

"Leadership," said Cobb.

"Yep," said Amelia. "We need someone in the town to run it."

"Why don't you have it fall under the schools?" said Asher. "Whoever runs the schools has the shelters, too. They'd still need a leader, but your school leader is a pretty senior person. It would give you instant breadth."

"Wow," said Cobb, Amelia, Morgon, and Asher.

Except Asher just shouted it out.

"You're pretty predictable," said Asher. "The odds of at least one of you saying wow were pretty high. I admit I did not anticipate the win."

The fact that Morgon is sitting across from them is not surprising.

"How about a foursome later," said Morgon.

That's a big smile you've got there Asher.

"But we need a pilot," said Amelia.

"That we do," said Morgon.

"Should we do it with an existing school system or try a new one, so they're integrated from the start," said Cobb.

Now they're all looking at Asher.

"I think this question is for you, Asher," said Morgon. "After all, you run the program nationwide now."

"OK," said Asher. "Not a fan of matrix management, but we'll make it work. Honestly, I'd do two pilots. I'd do an existing city, like Dallas or Chicago. Maybe Oklahoma City, since it is smaller. Then I'd pick a new city."

"Who is running Kansas City?" asked Morgon.

"Miles," said Asher. "Rowan runs the shelters, but Miles is the stronger overall leader."

His 9-year-old brother.

Not that big a stretch given Asher is 10.

"You don't seem surprised by this," said Amelia.

"I ended up at the table between the two of you and across from Morgon," said Asher. "I've been thinking about this for a while and had worked out all the objections in my head, then I realized that they were all easily overcome by you. It isn't a coincidence that we met you all, or that we're at dinner, or that I'm sitting in this seat. My idea. My responsibility."

The world is changing faster than we realize.

"The world is changing faster than you realize," said Asher.

See!

"And our home will be a consulate," said Asher, with such hope.

"Sure," said Morgon.

OK, I do appreciate that all four of them moaned.

That's when Miles and Rowan sat down and joined the conversation.

I'll leave it to them. Now, later? Maybe all of them. Possibly. Likely. OK, we will.

Bill again

It is Bill again. I'm seated next to Naila. Not sure why. There has got to be a reason.

"So why are we sitting together?" said Naila. "There has got to be a reason."

See!

"No clue," I said. "Tell me about your family. We'll figure it out."

"OK," said Naila. "Mom's a pediatrician and runs her own medical practice. Dad's a doctor, too, but an orthopedic surgeon. Same thing. Runs his own practice."

"What about you?" I said.

"Just a kid in the fifth grade," said Naila.

"Where?" I said.

"Baton Rouge," said Naila.

Well, that didn't help. Maybe.

"Well, that's why we're sitting together," I said. "Do your parents love what they do? Would they be interested in being adjunct professors at Harvard?"

"At Harvard?" said Naila, with a laugh. "They would sell me for the opportunity."

"No, wait," added Naila. "That was a terrible thing to say. I'm sorry."

"It's OK," I said, with a smile. "You made your point."

I might have overdone the smile, just a bit. I waited until she stopped vibrating.

"You're fun," said Naila. "Would you fuck me, please?"

"Well, you did say please," I said.

We own the restaurant, but perhaps not on the patio.

"Maybe not on the patio," laughed Naila.

"OK," I said. "They can teach as little or as much as they want. They can be full-time if they prefer. I guarantee they would make more money."

We pay well.

"Want to run the Boston area school districts?" I asked. "He have Harvard, Northeastern, and MIT, but really should run it all."

"Sure," said Naila.

"OK then," said Bill. "I suppose we should tell your parents they have new jobs and you do, too."

"I'll tell them later," said Naila. "After all, I'm 10."

Ah. Good for her.

"Wait, what?" said Naila. "We have new jobs? You were kidding, right?"

"No," I said. "I don't really kid. I'm on the spectrum and kidding is not a strength."

"Me? Run an entire school district?" said Naila.

"No," I said, and she seemed to calm down.

Just hold on.

"It would be all the school districts in the Boston metro area. Probably all the way down to Providence and west to Worchester," I said.

"Well sure," said Naila. "I'm 10. What you're suggesting is ludicrous."

"Well," I said. "Peaches over there is 10 and she runs over 50,000 hotels. Over there is Morgon. She's 9 and runs all the US schools, so would ultimately be your boss. I'm 5 and am the Chief Medical Officer at Harvard."

"Wow," said Naila. I had been tempted, since the odds of a wow were high, but held off.

"But I have no experience!" said Naila.

"Do you really think any of us did when we got the job?" I asked.

I let her think for a bit.

"OK," said Naila. "If you think I can, then maybe I can. Worst case, Mom and Dad will have dream jobs."

Just then Morgon walked over and sat on my lap. A fine outcome. I put my arm around her to hold her in place.

"Who's your friend?" said Morgon.

"I'm Naila," she said.

"You're adorable," said Morgon.

"Thank you," said Naila, softly. I might have overwhelmed her.

"Bill, I wanted to talk to you. We want to expand and run the Boston area schools, but need a leader," said Morgon. "Any suggestions."

"I offered Naila the job," I said.

"Fantastic," said Morgon. "We'll have so much fun. Hey, let's all go celebrate in the big wrestling room."

If I am correct, we've figured out everyone except Wilhemena.

I am hopeful to figure out Wilhemena later.

Given the smile I just got from her, I have moved from hopeful to very hopeful.

But now we're off to the wrestling room. Whee!

New things for everyone

Feels like maybe I am next. That's a hopeful thought not an expectation. Then again, I'm sitting next to Peaches for a reason.

I just don't know the reason.

This is Wilhemena if that isn't obvious.

"So why are we sitting together?" asked Peaches.

"You're asking me?" I said. "Feels like it should go the other way."

"Nah," said Peaches. "I need to know more. I have a job or two available."

I'll bet she does. Maybe I could make team lead!

I am not sure why she snorted.

"How many hotels do you have now?" I asked.

"Not sure," said Peaches.

"You're not sure how many hotels you own," I said.

"There is a lot of autonomy to acquire on my teams. They add pretty fast," said Peaches. "Certainly more than 50,000."

"You're responsible for over 50,000 hotels," I said. It is a bit stunning.

"It is a bit stunning," said Peaches.

Yep.

"So tell me what your dreams are?" asked Peaches.

"I love the hotel business," I said. "OK, I admit, dealing with Karens is no fun, but overall it is really fulfilling. I have some ideas for improvement, too."

"OK," said Peaches. "What about the theme park side."

"So damn much fun," I said. "I chose Legoland for a reason. I love that families come and really enjoy themselves."

"Any issues with travel? Relocation?" asked Peaches. I guess this is an interview.

"This is kind of an interview," said Peaches.

I hesitated for a moment.

"So that is an issue," said Peaches.

"No, no," I said. "It is fine."

"Spill it," said Peaches.

"I'd miss my little brother," I said.

"How old is he?" asked Peaches.

"Carson is 10," I said.

"A very fine age," said Peaches. "I'm 10 myself."

"You know it is easy to forget that," I said.

"I'll make you forget it even more later," said Peaches. "If there is an interest."

Just then Carson walked up. I'd wondered why there was an empty chair. He plopped right down into it. Given we're on the space station, I'll just let it slide.

"That's best," said Peaches. Apparently they can all read me.

"What's up, sis?" he said. "Meeting the moguls tonight, huh?"

"I'm Peaches," said Peaches.

"Yeah, knew that," laughed Carson.

"What's your passion, Carson?" asked Peaches.

"Well, I'm 10," said Carson. "So I might have a bit of time."

"He freaking loves Legoland," said Wilhemena. "His ideas are outstanding. I love the hotel side, but he is the man on the theme park."

"Any other siblings?" asked Peaches.

"Kind of a weird interview question," said Carson.

"Not really," said Peaches. "I work for my sister, Berry."

"Wow," I said. "You do. And yes, one more. Ryder. But she's only 7. She does love the hotels though. She hangs out as much as she can. She likes the theme park. She loves the hotels. I will miss her, too."

I should not even be surprised that she just walked up.

"Did you come with Carson?" I said.

"Sure," said Ryder. "That would be weird to pick us up separately. Honestly, Mom and Dad are pretty excited about a night alone."

"About that," said Peaches. "The Legoland corporate headquarters are in Carlsbad. At least the three of you would need to move."

"Oh God," said Ryder. "We love San Diego. Mom and Dad always say we would live there if we could afford it."

"Interesting," said Peaches. "What do your parents do?"

"Funny you should ask," said Wilhemena. "They both work at Legoland. Dad runs the maintenance crew and Mom runs the maid crew. It is how I got the job."

"That works. Key leadership positions," said Peaches.

I admit I laughed.

"Not exactly senior management," I said.

"Not those roles, no," said Peaches. "So here's my suggestion but the last two are your call. Wilhemena, you run Legoland. Kinsley, you work for her and run the hotels. Carson, you also work for her and run the theme parks. I'd suggest that you matrix a bit and give your mom all the maid services globally and your dad all the maintenance crews globally. We find there are real economies of scale if it is structured that way."

"Our parents would work for Wilhemena," said Ryder.

"Mine work for Berry," said Peaches.

"OK then," said Ryder.

"Let's leave them to their night alone," said Peaches. "They can join us tomorrow night. We're coming back here."

"Back," said Carson. "You just hop up to the space station for the night."

"Yeah," said Peaches. "So can you. You'll each have your own S-88."

Sure, sure, our own space planes.

"Tomorrow night we're going to Nibiru," said Bill, from across the table.

"Even better," said Peaches. "Even better."

"OK," said Ryder. "I have to ask why the second time was a dozen octaves lower."

"Because men can cum over 30 times in a row and recover and do it again a half hour later," said Peaches. "On Nibiru."

"On, not at," said Carson.

"Nibiru is a planet," said Peaches.

"Sure, sure," said Ryder. "Sounds like fun. Hey Bill, do you and Jessica have an exception?"

"Yep," said Bill. Bill stood up and so did Jessica. They each took one of Ryder's hands and started to walk away. Ryder turned back.

"Come on everyone," said Ryder. "The orgy is starting."

There is a bit of a stampede.

Peppa Pig!

We're back at Legoland. This has gotten a little more complicated, but hey, I have someone to run Legoland now and someone else to run the Boston area schools.

Feels like a win.

Did I mention this is Pari? I'm thrilled to pass Legoland to Wilhemena and Peaches.

I am a tad busy.

We have millions in our school systems now. Fucking nuts. I'm a kid from Tehran. The ghettos of Tehran.

Not anymore.

Last night was simply amazing. Such a diverse group and they get along so well. We swept them all into our world. All of them. Wins simply everywhere. Right now we all just arrived back at Legoland. We're doing the Peppa Pig experience. OK, OK, the park is for the little kids but we're little kids at heart. We decided that 12 was the upper limit, so the people older than that went on the Nibiru.

Might be a win for them.

But come on. Peppa Pig. The funny thing is that I still have three of my boys with me. Luke, Colby, and Bill. No Orlando. Poor guy. Stuck on Nibiru. I also have some of my girls. Jessica and Nylah. Karolina.

Whee!

I also have most of the kids we met. Asher and Miles. Rowan is on Nibiru with his parents. Harper but no Levi. Aston and Aeron. Naila.

Did I mention that Tegan and Carlina joined us? So did Horacio. Nicolo and Nova. Della. Amy Lou and Mary Lou. Morgon and Max. Tiger and Debbie Jo.

You get the idea.

We're heading to will call now to pick up our tickets. I'm going to grab them.

"Hi," I said. "You should have a big bunch of tickets for me." I shared the confirmation number.

"I'll need an adult to pick them up," said the man. He barely looked at me.

Then he noticed I was topless.

"You have to wear a top!" he said.

"Is there a problem?" said Emory, who just walked up. I forgot Emory! I will enjoy Emory.

Who just gave me a big smile.

The dude seems to be confused why I am vibrating. Not to be mean, but I doubt he's seen a woman have an orgasm before.

OK, that was mean.

Although he does seem mesmerized with Emory. Whose bikini bottoms are too small.

Hanging right today, Emory.

Did I mention Emory's nipple bumps.

Oh God.

"Dude," I said. "That's not a rule. Please give me the tickets."

"Not until you put a top on," he said, firmly.

"Why in the fuck would you want her to put a top on?" asked Emory. "Her tits are glorious."

That's when the rest of our group crowded around. Not a top in sight.

Let me tell you it is amazing. Nova, Karolina, both the Lou twins. You get the idea. Then again the boys are all in Speedos. Small Speedos.

Looking great there, Horacio. Seriously. The man is fit.

"Is there a problem?" said a woman that just walked up. She looked out the window at us.

And appears mesmerized.

"These children don't have an adult with them," said the dude. No he's not getting his name in the journal.

"Seriously?" said the young woman. "You're denying tickets to the Queen of Dionysus?"

"The queen of Dionysus has red hair," he said.

"Wrong Queen," I said.

Well, it is.

"That's ridiculous," he said. "That would mean you're Queen Pari. At the Peppa Pig park. I don't think so."

That's when Jessica walked up. Jessica has nothing going on up top, but damn, it is Jessica.

He is staring.

And Nylah is now standing next to her. They're holding hands. Nylah is Jessica but with nipple bumps. At 7.

Freaking spectacular.

"OK, I suppose it might be," he said, staring at the two young royals.

And sneaking glances at Emory. He appears confused.

The young woman reached into a bin behind her and grabbed a stack of tickets and passed them through the opening.

"You should come with us," said Jessica, to her. "What's your name?"

"Ivy," she said. "But I have four more hours on my shift."

"He will happily cover for you," said Jessica. "Won't you?"

Those last two words were in a tone I hope I never hear. Unless we're naked. And Jessica has a crop.

Then it would be fun.

Very fun.

"Tonight," thought Jessica.

Oh boy.

That's when Ivy walked out of the ticket booth. Wearing what I think are actually panties, not a swimsuit.

Only the panties.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"12," she said. "Surprised I got this job, to be honest."

"I'm not," I said. OK, a little huskily. Is that a word? It should be a word.

Tall, thin, B cups.

I cannot wait until the panties get wet. I can't!

"I can't wait until my panties get wet," said Ivy, laughing.

See!

"How did you get the job?" asked Kinsley.

"I just got it a couple days ago, when the kingdom bought the park. There is no minimum age now," said Ivy.

Of course there isn't.

"The managing director doesn't like it at all. He's being a real jerk about it, too," added Ivy.

"Want the job?" said Kinsley.

"I already have the job," said Ivy.

"Not that job," said Kinsley.

"I gotta ask," said Ivy. "Who exactly are you?"

"I run the Legoland theme parks," said Kinsley. She's holding Carson's hand. Of course.

"I run the hotels," said Carson.

She looked at me.

I just nodded.

"Sure," said Ivy. "You wouldn't offer it if I couldn't do it."

You got that right.

We had the best day at the park. Such fun. Acting like the kids we are. Oh, we're polite. No worries there. We did get a lot of attention.

Spoiler alert: Ivy's panties are sheer when wet.

Yay!

What made me really laugh is that as our group passed by women, of all ages, they almost all took off their tops. Usually led by two surprisingly diverse sets of women.

The girls. You know, about 16 and below. Not a huge surprise.

And the grandmas. Seriously.

Sexy AF.

Finally we all just wore out. Plumb tuckered out. I have no idea what that phrase means beyond it means we're tired.

"Want to join us for an orgy?" I said to Ivy.

Her eyes got big.

Damn, she's sexy.

"I've never...," she said.

"Oh, no pressure," I said. "None at all. Just an offer."

"I didn't say no," she said, with a bit of a smirk.

"Any thoughts on your first?" I said. "It is a milestone."

She looks a little lost in thought.

"Brother?" I said and it shocked her out of it.

"That could happen?" said Ivy.

"Girl," I said. "You're a part of Dionysus now."

I think it confused people that our entire group moaned.

Maybe we need wrestling rooms at Legoland.

"That's a pretty fabulous idea," said Peaches.

It kind of is.

We'll think about it.

"Brothers," said Ivy. "Twins. Identical. Nich and Mich. They're 11."

"Very fine ages," I said. Well, they are.

We all headed to Nibiru. They have a big bonfire going and the outdoor kitchen. We stuffed ourselves and then stuffed ourselves with something entirely different.

Did I mention Ivy's first time was DP?

Somehow that feels appropriate.

We'll come back and catch-up with this entire crew. Right now I'm going to have fun with Bob, Orlando, and Horacio.

Just assume my moan.

Oh, and yes, everyone fucked Rylee's tits.

Everyone.

Repeatedly.

Another rescue

Maria, here. Not the fighter pilot. Juan and Sofia's 16-year-old daughter. I was out with Pedro, my 19-year-old brother. We were in Chris and Leslie's racing cats. Not the big one with a driver and throttle man, although we were practicing in it, too. We were out in the smaller cats that raced with just a driver. We were close to entering in our first race in this class. It was the same race in Sarasota where Chris had her first race. I had to laugh, because I had registered us, and once they found out we were in Chris and Leslie's boats they didn't say a word about our ages. Then again, Pedro is legal now.

I'm still jailbait.

Remember the stories of the girls parading around in their tankinis? Well, that was Pedro and me except he wore a translucent speedo, and I was worse. I found a place call skinbikini and have become enamored with them. Most of them I can't wear racing. Oh, let's be honest, none of them I should wear racing, but I'm young enough to get away with it but sexy enough that people like it. That sexy teen look. I've got larger A cups and a nice flare to my hips, but both Pedro and I work out a lot and have flat stomachs and a classic V.

I don't mean to be boastful, but we look pretty damn good. It was hilarious when I met people in a slightly see-thru suit. They didn't believe what they were seeing, but wanted to look so bad, but knew I was underage.

I love it. If they were uncomfortable, I usually would just pull on my shorty wet suit. That covered everything.

Sometimes I accidentally knocked the top off as I pulled up the wet suit. It took me a bit to adjust the top, since I wanted it just right, so they got a full frontal of my tits for a bit. One reporter that came to interview us actually came in his pants, although that could have been just as easily caused by Pedro being pretty hard in his speedo.

Pedro has a nice cock. He'd grown and his thin 5-inch (13 cm) cock was now more of an average thickness 7-inch cock.

I love it. We all love it.

Back on track, Maria. We had setup a course to mimic the Sarasota course and were running lap after lap, particularly working on passing. I noticed a boat sitting off watching us. It was hard not to notice, given it was a racing boat in the same class, but fairly beat up. The driver was sitting with his canopy open, just watching. That was cool. Maybe he was the competition. After another half dozen laps, I noticed he had the engine cowl up. That's never a good sign, so I radioed Pedro, and we headed over to see what was going on. We shut down and drifted in close and popped our canopies. We were just in swimsuits for our practice run. We shouldn't have been, but we hated the fire suits. We hadn't expected to see anyone, so we were really stretching the limit today. Pedro was wearing what was just a pouch for his cock. Worse, it was a pretty wide mesh, so he might as well have been naked.

I wasn't much better. I was in a mesh bikini. My nipples certainly poked through the material, and you could fuck me with it on if you didn't have a giant cock. Big mesh, in a color that almost perfectly matched my skin tone. In other words, unless you looked closely, I was naked. Even if you looked, I was pretty close.

But he needed help. We both climbed out onto the bow of our boats and used our feet to control the boats getting close. Of course this meant that both Pedro and I were giving the guy quite a show, with our legs spread wide and everything hanging out there. Well, enjoy, buddy.

We quickly learned his name was Derk with an E. This felt a little like a Clive Cussler novel, because he was early thirties, with a scruffy beard, and wearing cargo shorts and a cargo shirt. You know, with all the pockets? Both in khaki. Give him the right hat and he was a less well-groomed Steve Irwin. It turned out he was having engine problems. We sat and chatted for a bit, I think because he was enjoying the view. We could tell he was hard, even with the funky shorts. I threw him a line and we setup a tow. I told Pedro to run on and see if he could track down Bret or one of his mechanics to come check it out. If Bret was available, I knew he'd be at our dock waiting. He made a fortune from the family now that Billy wasn't doing much marina work anymore.

The tow was slow, but eventually we got to the house. We were practicing off the old house, not the new one. We liked it for two reasons. The most obvious was that was where the lifts were. So, it was simple for us. We could both fly just about anything, so a short hop in an E-82 or whatever else was around. Today we flew over in an old school helicopter. What a rush.

There was this time in a helicopter...

Oh yeah, that was this morning.

I threw the tow line to Pedro, and he used the winch to pull Derk's boat up onto my lift. I tied up in an empty slot. Just then Bret arrived. He seemed to enjoy our suits, too. The poor guy was really tenting out his shorts. He dove under the hood, so to speak, and he wasn't down there long.

"You've got a blown head gasket and it doesn't appear that this was the first leak. If I had to guess, the engine froze up from a lack of lubrication. In other words, new or rebuilt engine, or no ride," said Bret. "Were you entered in Sarasota next week?"

"Well, I was. I was hoping to show well enough to attract a sponsor. This sucks," said Derk. "I guess this is the end of my racing career." Bret looked past Derk to me. I just smiled and nodded. He was a pretty perceptive guy.

"So, are you any good?" asked Bret.

"Three years ago, before Chris and Leslie, I was the series champion. They got so much attention that sponsors focused on them and got a free ride," he said. "I ended up losing my last sponsorship just recently. That's why this race was so important."

"You know they won't be racing," said Bret.

"Oh yeah," said Derk. "A lot of us are trying to jump in, hoping there are no new young phenoms." You could see the light bulb go on.

"These are their boats, aren't they?" he asked. We just nodded. He sighed but spent a good long time scoping us out.

"How can I compete with that?" said Derk, to Bret, waving his hand at us both. "They're both fucking gorgeous. Hell, I'd fuck'em. That's the dream of the spectators, right? To fuck the young, sexy drivers? It might never happen, but they can dream. Now these two chiseled sexy kids are taking their boats. I'm fucked."

"Maybe," said Pedro, with a huge smile on his face. "Are you discrete Derk?" You saw confusion flash across his face, and then recognition.

And then he moaned.

"In my dream world kids, but I'd like to make it through the rest of my life without prison," said Derk.

"Are you familiar with Dionysus?" I asked. He moaned again.

"Very much so," he said. Then he laughed. We didn't understand the significance of that, at the time.

"I guess if we were in Dionysus, we could all four get naked and go crazy," said Derk.

"Well," I said, removing my top, to moans from all three men, "isn't it handy," taking off my bottoms. "that this house and all the property is a Dionysus consulate?"

"Very handy," said Pedro, skinning of his shorts and letting his hard cock pop out.

"Yes, quite convenient," said Bret, as he stripped. Oh come on, you know we have both fucked with Bret. He'd even been working out and was more buff and still quite talented.

Bret took Derk's hand and led him off the dock and up to a waiting cart. Derk seemed just fine to be holding Bret's hand, which was encouraging. When we got to the cart, I walked up and took Derk's other hand and put it on my breast. Yeah, he moaned again, but not before he tweaked my nipple pretty aggressively. We took the cart up to the house and all went inside. It is still an amazing freaking house. They hadn't moved all the cars out of the museum yet and the old SUV from their TV movie was front and center, next to the orange Miura. It was quite a juxtaposition.

"I will reward you for juxtaposition," thought Pedro.

Of course he will.

"So," said Pedro. "Are you into boys and girls?" Derk moaned.

"I'll take that as a yes," said Pedro. "All four of us need a shower. Let's pair off to get clean together. Who do you want to shower with?" I gave Derk credit, he thoughtfully drank in all three of us. He was clearly struggling. You kind of saw him mentally eliminate Bret, at least for now, and we understood it. Forbidden fruit have their attractions. He just kept looking back and forth between us.

"There's really no shower here that could hold all four of us?" asked Derk. The master could, but we left that for Amy and Bob. Ah, the light bulb.

"The gym," I said, with Pedro. He beat me to jinx.

"Oh good, one more blowjob from the beautiful Maria," said Pedro. Like I wouldn't have blown him anyway. I love my brother's cock.

We walked down the long hall chatting. Naked.

And then the four of us showered. Oh yeah. It all started with a communal scrub, and I admit when Derk dropped to his knees, he surprised me.

He swallowed Bret's cock first. Oh, he wasn't done, and I can attest to his oral skills.

And all his other skills.

We'll just leave it that the shower took almost three hours. Luckily we recycle water.

Our good deed for the week

Pedro, here. I guess it is my turn. We were seriously considering sponsoring Derk but needed to see if he was full of shit. It seemed like a challenge was in order. We were a little wiped out and just hanging out in the jacuzzi, drinking a nice bottle of wine. We did like that we could wander into Dionysus any time we wanted. Heck, our house was officially in Dionysus because we live on the school property, or at least the isthmus that contains it.

"So Derk," I said. "We're aware of a sponsor looking for a driver. I spoke to them, and they suggested a challenge race. Your choice, Maria or me. You can race either of us and you use the other boat to do it. They're almost exactly evenly matched. The boats that is. You up for that around lunchtime tomorrow?"

"Hell yes," he said. "I haven't lost my touch. I don't care which one of you I race. You pick."

I just looked at Maria and she laughed.

"I guess I'm up," she said. "I'll race you, but I need something from you." With that, she hopped up onto the side of the tub and spread her legs. Damn, that was a sight to behold, even though I'd seen her grow up for years. Derk is no fool. He dove right in. He spread her lips and just gazed at her for a bit. He let out a little moan. I watched and he used his tongue, then slid in two fingers. He worked and worked, ignoring her clit. He really worked over her nipples and fine nipples they are.

Then he gently licked her clit. Shit that was powerful. She squirted everywhere, hitting him right in the face, and he opened wide and leaned forward to put his entire mouth over her. I think he caught almost all of it and made a bit of a show of swallowing.

I like this guy. I hopped on the side, too, just throbbing I was so hard. He slid right down. He worked forever on my balls. It was wonderful. Then he did one big lick up the underside and used his tongue to tickle the sensitive spot right under the head. That was all it took, and he took a big, and I mean big, facial, but quickly opened his mouth and let it squirt right in. Then he turned and kissed it all to Bret.

Bret liked that.

We finally got out of the tub and sent Bret off, with Derk. Bret was giving him a ride home, but my money would have been on them picking one place and spending the night together. Given they showed up together the next morning, I think that would have been a safe bet. Good for them. We fired up the boats and did some lazy warmup laps and gave Derk some time to get used to the boat. It was better prepared than his and the engine had been tweaked within an inch of its life. Not literally, because they were very reliable, but you get the point. Bret and I were on the 52 and were the flag crew. They came around to a green flag and they were both on it. Damn, Derk is good. Really good. So is Maria, particularly given she and I get more practice than anyone, but she couldn't shake him. She got the jump on him, and he drafted her through the entire race. In a move reminiscent of Chris, or even Morgan, he went for it on the final turn.

And came up about a quarter boat length short. Still one hell of a showing, in a new to him boat. He had even shown up clean shaven, with a fresh haircut, and a proper racing suit. Hell, he had a future as a model, and I'd mention it to Orlando. He transformed into 6'3" of blonde surfer beefcake. Heck, I enjoyed the hell out of scruffy Derk. This Derk was amazing. I was getting into his pants. Again.

He transformed. From a scruffy beach bum in a crappy boat to a professional driver. We docked and Bret came over and whispered in my ear.

"It arrives in about 30 minutes," said Bret. "I heard his stories last night. I knew." Well done, Bret. We weren't going to fix his old boat, although we would if he wanted. At least for this race, there wasn't time. We went up to the house and showered, just showered, because we reminded Derk we had business to do. Not five minutes after we got to the house, we heard a horn. We quickly pulled on shorts and t-shirts. Come on, you knew we were all naked, even if we hadn't started anything. I suspected Derk enjoyed the view and I knew Bret did. Maria rocks nice little breasts and I seem to always be semi-hard.

On a trailer, in the front circle, was an almost brand-new boat. Almost, because a new one wouldn't have been broken in fast enough to race. Bret did well, particularly given it was painted in our colors. Did he just keep one around? It's possible, knowing Chris and Leslie. It had subtle stickers for sponsors already. How the hell did he pull that off? It featured Vino wineries and Reyes distributing and Target and HT Lingerie. It even had an area that had the labels for a half dozen of Bob's beer brands.

Derk just looked at Maria and me with raised eyebrows.

"Well, you did say you needed sponsors," said Maria. I suspected he knew our family owned them all, but he didn't say a word. He just came over and gave each of us a hug.

Our family likes hugs and yes, I refer to Bob, Amy, and the rest as family. We really are and it continues to amaze me. Bret and Derk pretty much moved in for the week so we could all practice. Mom and Dad were fine with it. They trusted us. They also dropped by a few times to watch us practice. Yeah, that's why. Let's face it, Mom and Dad are sexual beasts. Dad took Derk powerfully one night. We all watched in awe. I got to do cleanup, but Mom got it all in a kiss. The whole parents/kids thing seemed to really turn on Derk. Or he just loved Dad fucking him in the ass. Or both. Probably both.

It's race day

Maria, here. The week flew by. Our races were incredibly competitive. Derk continued to get into his groove, and he really pushed us. It was going to come down to race day. Maybe some of the other drivers would compete with the three of us, but I'd put money on a 1-2-3 finish. I just couldn't tell you the order. Bret arranged transport and we all flew down in my E-82. Somehow dropping into the parking lot in a space plane wasn't exactly unobtrusive, but it was a more common occurrence. Of course these were all new planes. These were the new antigrav models, so completely silent. A new level of luxury, too.

And yes, Pedro and I were both pilots on the day. Everyone was. We're proud of what we accomplished but will forever be overcome with what Max dealt with. Losing Martan.

Pedro and I were a little more conservative today, if you consider opaque rather than see-thru conservative. I didn't waste a lot of fabric on my suit. Just three tiny squares and some string. I rocked my puffy A cups if I do say so myself. Given the number of cocks and nipples that popped as I walked by, I'd say it was a fair statement. Then again, Pedro was with me in a racing speedo. Dark blue, so nothing to see, except a pretty visible outline of his semi-hard cock. Kind of a typical speedo look. His ripped, shirtless chest got some attention, too. Then again, Derk was in board shorts and no shirt and got some attention, too. There was a ton of buzz as we walked through. I heard snippets like who are those kids with Derk, damn, and Those are Chris and Leslie's boats, and who the hell are they? Of course my favorite was that little girl is smoking. Why, yes I am.

I think it cleared things up when another E-82 floated down from the sky and Chris and Leslie got off, with Amy and Bob and Valeria. Of course, Mom and Dad were here, too. Our own cheering section. Oh, I can't forget Chuck. Yes, he was our coach, too. I did laugh. I expected Chris and Leslie in tankinis, but they were in conservative shorts and polos. As Leslie put it, "this is your show, not ours." With three boats, everyone could be on the dock, which was awesome. We did the introductions to Derk. No one even commented that I'd bought a third boat and was sponsoring Derk. Amy did give me the raised eyebrow look and I smiled and nodded. Then she appraised Derk again.

Watch out, Derk. Amy could kill ya. I had no idea that Amy already knew Derk, and that Leslie did, too.

The race itself went as expected. We qualified 1-2-3. Pedro, Derk, then me. Yeah, I messed up a little and only qualified third, although the gap to fourth was pretty significant. Once the race started, the other boats could have just docked. It was vicious, with some crazy passes. We ended up coming down the final straight, three abreast, inches from each other. I already knew what I was going to do. I had plenty of races to win. I backed off. Just a tiny bit. It let Derk pull ahead by just inches. The photo finish was hilarious. Derk beat us both by about 3 inches. They declared second place a tie it was so close. I gave Pedro a hug. I knew what he had done, and he knew what I had done.

Derk hugged us both, too. He whispered "thank you" in my ear and I'm sure he did to Pedro, too. We were subtle but he knew. The next race we weren't giving him an inch. The best driver would win, and he knew it. The media swamped him, and he was clearly on his way again. We got a lot of questions about getting beaten by a pro. We took it. We knew it was coming, but that was OK.

We'd win our share. After all, we were practicing in the Cat 1 boat, too.

We all flew back to Bob and Amy's new house, which threw Derk a bit. I had to explain that the other house was their old house. He was a tad confused. He was pleased to hear that this was consulate property, too. We weren't inside ten seconds before Chris, Leslie, and Amy were naked. Chris took Derk's hand, Leslie took Bret's, and Amy took Bob's.

They disappeared for over an hour. The three women came out fresh, the three men looked like they needed a nap. It felt about right. All three women were dripping a bit of cum down their legs. Somebody didn't clean up well.

So I dropped to my knees and waved them over. One by one, I licked it off their legs. Oh, I got them off, too. Wouldn't you?

They returned the favor. Oh, I was already dripping. After all, I hadn't seen Valeria in too long and neither had Mom and Dad. Poor Dad. Used him up. Pedro, too.

Neither one complained.

Racing is fun.

Yes, I recognized him

Leslie, here. Immediately. But I also didn't know what was going on, so I accepted a new introduction. I'm confident Mom did the same, given Derk was in our Zeta class because Mom told me to. I still don't know what is going on, but Derk recognized us, too. He was cool. We were cool. There did seem to be some sexual compatibility with both Mom and Dad that implied a bit, but not to anyone but my original siblings. What else do I call us? That's not fair. Chris caught it, too. She talked to me privately and I told her what happened, but she didn't know any more than I did.

I tried to ask Mom, but she changed the subject, and I knew better than to ask again. But I'm a curious girl, so I wanted to talk to Derk. There seemed to be a simple solution to that. I went over and took Chris' hand and then Derk's and headed towards a bedroom. We passed Noah, who smiled big, but Chris gave him the tiniest of head shakes and he backed off. I saw him walk over to Hunter and Hallie, and take their hands, so I'm pretty sure they'd all be occupied. Hallie loves watching, and participating in, man sex. Given our trio only includes one guy, it is a treat for her.

Hmm. Do we need a fourth? Nah.

We got into the bedroom and Chris pushed Derk back on the bed and climbed up and sat right down on his cock. And stopped.

"Talk," said Chris.

"I literally have nothing," said Derk. "I really don't. At the time I was still racing, but it was between seasons. Amy came to my apartment and told me what I would be doing. She didn't ask. She told me. Somehow that seemed like the right thing for me too and I have no idea why. She won't tell me. She keeps saying she doesn't know why either, which makes no sense."

OK, Chris and I laughed.

"There are sometimes in our world where we know we need to do something," said Chris. "We don't know why, and we know we don't know why but we know we have to do it. In time, it all makes sense."

"For example," I said. "I know you're going to fuck Chris hard and then make love to me."

"How in the world did you know?" asked Derk, as Chris started bouncing faster and faster.

"It is kind of our thing," answered Chris. "The hard fuck then gently make love. We take turns going first."

And then we demonstrated.

It was glorious.

We still don't know why Derk entered our world like he did, but we will eventually.

He won the season series. I'm pretty sure Pedro and Maria let him.

Good for them.

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