Saviors

21 September 2018

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Tim Buchanan

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Rental boats

Chris here. Not DC yet.

While Mom and Dad were in France, the rest of us all went back to Florida. It was nice to be home. Yeah, I get they're all our homes, but this is home home. You get it. The first day back, I challenged Leslie to a friendly competition. It wasn't boat race season, but the boats need to be run and, hell, they're fun. Our race was around buoy we know of off Sarasota, then back to the house. Then we'd take the 52 to lunch. Morgan and Orlando would be the finish line, in the 52, but they had a while. Not that long, as we were going to be running at about 130mph. Our boats were darn near identical and this wasn't a race were tight corners matter, so it was going to be close, even though it was more than a hundred miles. At our speeds, that wasn't much more than an hour. We were truly blasting across the water, talking on the radio when we both saw it. A capsized boat with people in the water. We pulled back to stop and glided up to them and popped the canopies and quickly climbed out.

The woman was screaming.

"My baby, my baby is missing," she screamed. Shit. I had an idea where the kid was and prayed there was an air pocket. Leslie actually beat me to it, as she'd already shed her race suit and dove into the water. I saw her swim under the capsized boat. Yep, we thought the same thing.

By the time she did, I was already on the radio with the Coast Guard and gave them our coordinates and a brief description of the problem. They wanted me to stay on, but fuck that, I had things to do. I called Morgan.

"Morgan, listen and don't talk," I said. "There's been a boat accident. Not us, but we're at the scene. The Coast Guard is on the way, but will take too long. One child missing, one unconcious adult. You and Orlando get in the 475 and haul ass. I'll have Alison fly here and meet you. Go." I hung up, knowing she knew what to do. I called Alison.

"Alison, just listen, don't talk," I said, again. I ran through it again and told her to get the helicopter in the air, with Blake and Amai and to fly towards us. I told her the 475 should be here about the same time and she could land. "Go." I hung up. I looked back down into the water and Leslie surfaced, holding a small child, about 2 or so. The kid was screaming for his Mommy, which was a good thing. We had no way to get any of them on either boat. Race boats don't count on passengers in the water. We were only 20 miles from home, so.....Oh, I heard it. The 475. I looked and it was coming to us fucking flying. I saw a huge rooster tail. Got it. Reverse to slow. Right behind it was the helicopter. I called Orlando, but he said he was already in the boat garage and would launch as soon as they stopped, which was right now. I saw the door pop up and out came Orlando. Right as he did, Alison landed, but the Coast Guard copter approached. I got on the radio.

"Listen to me, please, before you do anything," I said. You have five in the water, one the pilot of the Red race boat I am NOT standing on. Two kids, roughly 5 and 2. They look OK. One adult woman, the Mom, is OK, but hysterical. The Dad is unconcious, but his head is clear of the water. We don't know more. Do you have a diver to drop?" They said they did.

Just then the second launch came out of the garage. Morgan was in it. She must have left the 475 on hover.

"Here's what to do. Drop your diver. Let's get the family on one of the tenders, but first, get the Dad on the other. It will take too long for you to pull him up in the basket. Your diver and my brother can take him into the garage and up the elevator to the flight deck. Land on the boat. Can you can take him straight to Morton Plant?" They said they could. By the time my first sentence was out, their diver was in the water checking the Dad. He gave a thumbs up and pulled him to Orlando. They worked together and laid him on the platform and took off for the 475.

"OK, we'll have our pilot follow with the family. Don't wait for them," I said. He agreed. I was surprised he didn't fuss at me more. Morgan had the family on the other tender and took off with them too. I was just floating on my boat and Leslie was still in the water. I saw her swim to her boat, and she managed to pull herself on board. That's impressive upper body strength. The Coast Guard cutter wanted us on board, but we suggested it made more sense to run back to our house. We gave him the coordinates and told him we had a deep water dock that would hold them.

"You have deep water dock that will hold a Coast Guard cutter?," he radioed.

"It's smaller than the boat you're sitting next to, and we have a dock for that," I said. "The one next to it is empty. Go ahead and dock and come aboard our big boat. It will be more comfortable." Surprisingly, they again agreed. Both helicopters had taken off, and Morgan had been listening and she got underway. Fuck that ship is fast. Leslie and I took off after her and actually struggled to catch up. The Coast Guard cutter showed up about 40 minutes later. What can I say?

We were leisurely sitting on the upper deck when they arrived. Our race boats were up on their lifts. As they docked, both helicopters flew up. Alison went ahead and landed on the 475, since they'd want to talk to her. Morgan radioed to their pilot to land on our helipad and grab a golf cart. We saw them settle on the H, and two pilots and one other, clearly wet, guy got off. They pulled up and climbed on board. By then the Captain and one other person had climbed on board. Orlando had taken the elevator down to show them the way up.

They got off and the poor diver was dripping. I walked over to the five Coast Guard people.

"Hi, I'm Chris Hayden. Let's talk over on the couches. Orlando, could you take this dripping wet gentleman down and show him a shower and offer him some clean clothes?," I said. The diver started back to the elevator but before he could go far, Orlando called out to him.

"This way is faster," said Orlando. With that he jumped on the slide. We heard him screaming "Whee" all the way down. The diver looked at his Captain, who just smiled and nodded. The diver jumped on the slide and we heard him yelling the same thing. It's an 80 foot tall slide and one hell of a lot of fun.

Everyone on our side was in a swim suit. Alison, Morgan, Leslie, and I were all in various colors of Speedo tankini and we rocked them. You know me, I noticed they were all at least semi-hard. Well, except for the woman who had introduced herself as the XO, or second in command. Her nipples were rock hard and visible, which was impressive through her uniform. I wonder if she liked Blake's abs or our nipples. Or both.

Anyway.

"Oh boy, do we have a lot of questions, but before we do, I wanted to let you know that the entire family is fine. The father has a mild concussion but will be fine. Everyone else is perfect. There is no question you saved their lives and that is especially true of the two year old. They had no radio and no transponder and knew nothing about the boat they rented," he said. "How did you know where to look for the small child?"

Leslie and I looked at each other and laughed.

"From our Coast Guard class," said Leslie, which got smiles from them all. Right then, the elevator opened and out walked Orlando and their diver, both in Hayden garb. Khaki cargo shorts and a black polo, both with the Hayden logo. When they walked over, the XO got THAT look on her face.

"That's where I know all of you from. Morgan, Orlando, Leslie, and Chris," she said. "Right?" We just smiled and nodded.

"How in the heck do you know their names?," said the Captain.

"Haven't you seen their movie?," she asked. We all counted to 10 in our heads. Haven't made it yet, as everyone figures it out about 5.

"Damn," he said. "That was a fucking great movie." That's when the rest of their group had their light bulb go on.

"But wait," said the Captain. "You're both 11, aren't you? Don't I have to ticket you for driving a boat?" We both laughed.

"Sure, if you caught us on a waverunner," said Leslie. "We can't get our pleasure boat certifications but we DO have race licenses. No minimum on those. We were in our race cats. Perfectly legal. We are the queens of exceptions."

The diver whispered in the XO's ear. I wonder what family tidbit he was sharing. She looked right at Leslie. Well, something about flying.

"He tells me that you won Top Gun this year in an F22. That can't be right," she said.

"Yeah," said Leslie. "That's as silly as Chris running the country's largest PAC and Morgan winning the Indy 500".

The diver whispered in her ear again. The XO shook her head.

"Shit. You're Chris Hayden," said the XO. "I've seen the videos but didn't make the connection. You're the kingmaker. Something like $30B in your PAC. You're 11?" I just smiled.

"Ok, I am lost," said the Captain.

"Tell you what," I said. "We will tell you the story, but I'm hot. Let's go down to the kitchen, grab a cold drink, and sit at the kitchen table." Everyone seemed to like the idea and followed me into the elevator. We into the kitchen and the XO saw the wine rack and wine refrigerator. Reds and whites don't you know. She walked over and read some of the labels.

"There must be a hundred grand in wines here. All of my dream wines. California, Italy, and France. I know these vineyards. I'm a wine dreamer," she said. This time Morgan laughed and shared that our parents owned every one of the vineyards. She asked her if they were allowed to accept a gift.

"One," said the Captain. "And never ever tell me what it was worth."

"You can't," said the XO.

"You're standing on a $400M ship," said Blake. "Pretty sure the wine isn't an issue. We work for them and have unlimited access to their wines. And all their toys."

Morgan told her to choose a wine for each of them. Anything she wanted. She picked out 5 bottles and Orlando found her a Publix canvas shopping bag.

"Ok, let's actually get to the interview please. I want to start with this boat we are on. You passed us like we were standing still. Our radar had you at a little over 102 knots. This thing has to be 450 feet," said the Captain.

"102?," asked Leslie. "Last time I knew the top speed was bursts at 85 knots."

"Upgraded batteries," said Blake. "30 minute bursts at 100 knots. Guess they beat it a bit."

"Batteries?," said the XO.

"Hybrid jet propulsion drive. Experimental," said Blake. "It can cruise all day long at 70 knots. Kids, you may not have noticed but the entire upper deck is now high efficiency solar panels, even the deck. On a sunny day, we can cruise at 50 knots just on sun power. It is cool." Damn cool.

"Wow," said the Captain and his entire team nodded. "But can we please hear the entire story?" All the kids looked at me. I guess I am the narrator.

I told our family spiel, to level set. Then I walked them through the day, with everyone else adding color commentary.

"I do have one question though, " I said, when I was done. "I basically ordered you around and you didn't argue. You just agreed. What's up with that?" The Captain and XO both laughed.

"Your ideas were better than anything we could do. You were clearly confident and had control of the situation. Your equipment was superior to ours. It made sense for us to drop into a support role and it worked flawlessly," said the Captain. "But we didn't know you were 11." Yeah we all laughed at that. At that point we were done and just chatting. I asked how many crew were on their cutter. Turns out it was just four more. I invited them to all come over and we'd throw some steaks on the grill. We offered them swim suits too. I think the slide was tempting. Just then the elevator opened and Mom, Dad, and Juanita walked off. I didn't even know Mom and Dad were back.

"Is everything alright?," asked Mom. We assured her everything was fine and we would tell them over dinner. The diver went to get the rest of the crew and the Captain actually told the story to our new arrivals. I wasn't listening that closely, but heard the word heroes. We hated that word.

You could tell that the captain and XO were surprised that Mom and Dad weren't freaked out.

"I admit, I am surprised you are not more freaked out," said the Captain. Guess I implanted that one.

"About what? The girls saw a boat in distress. They did what they should do, and asked for the help of the rest of the family, and the people are OK," said Dad. "I would expect nothing less of them."

That got a lot of shaking heads. With that, Orlando offered to show them where they could change and where the bathing suits were. Juanita went with them, to show the XO where to change. If only she knew. About 10 minutes later, they all came back. Being in the Coast Guard must have strenuous physical requirements, because every single one of them was in incredible shape. The XO knocked me out. She was in a neon yellow tankini and my God. Her boat mates noticed. Oh how they noticed. They noticed with their eyes and with their one-eyed friend. She didn't seem to be minding that much. She was strutting a bit and her nipples were hard as a rock. God I wanted a piece of her, hell all of them. Things had changed. I know she wanted Dad. She couldn't keep her eyes off him. Finally Mom went over and whispered something in her ear. They walked off together and, surprise, about 2 minutes later, Dad followed. Go get'em Mom and Dad. At least somebody was getting a piece.

They came back in about 20 minutes all flushed. It didn't escape the Captain, and he just grinned. Oh.

I went over to him. I think he knew he'd been caught, but put on his most professional expression.

"So, do you and your team want to experience a 475 foot yacht at 102 knots?," I asked. His eyes got big and he nodded yes. "You going to bust me if I am the pilot?" He laughed.

"At that speed, I'm willing to consider it a race boat," he said. I love exceptions. He grabbed the XO and we went up on the fly bridge. I still like a ship with a fly bridge, just like Dad. I showed them the touch controls and backed us out of the dock. The dock connections were automated too, so no need for the crew to untie us. I loved that. I took us out into open water, and hit the command for top speed, at a measured rate. That meant it would accelerate smoothly, but not that quickly. Wouldn't want to spill a drink. It was a smooth afternoon, and we were over 100 knots quickly and you just couldn't tell. I put us into a sweeping turn and hit "Home" on the autopilot. It took us to about 3 miles off shore and then slowed. Once it got to the buoys, it slowed considerable, then docked itself. Their eyes were wide.

"See, even an 11 year old can do it," I said.

We had a wonderful afternoon, fully clothed. Damn. They finally took off in their cutter. I wonder what our neighbors across the way thought of us having a cutter parked their for the afternoon. They probably thought we were drug runners.


The situation

Amy here.

So proud of the family. Saved that baby and her family. Just what I expected them to do. The bonus, at least for Bob and I, was some incredible sex. It was brief, but DAMN that women had skills. We got into a NICE 69, with her on top and Bob slid right in. I got to lick them both and when Bob couldn't hold off any longer, I got quite a facial. Oh she was game. She licked it all off and passed it to me in a passionate kiss. Oh yeah, we got her number. She did keep talking about how attractive our kids were, but we just couldn't. Too bad. That's all I had. Gloating about some good sex, I guess.

Bob and I had a long talk on the plane about our 'situation'. We agreed that we had to be super careful, but we could tell the kids were missing their fun. We weren't ready to open things back up to new adventures, and probably never would be, but they'd played with Aldo and Freja's kids. We decided we could reintroduce select families, carefully. No big orgies. Ever. But a few kids for a play date, and the parents hanging around, would work. No one had to know what went on inside. If Bob fucked a kid, or a 7 year old fucked me, it didn't have to get out. And I'll be honest, I missed the broader play too. I loved Bob and I loved his cock, but remember my first post. I love sex and I love variety.

So, where do we go from here? We could just limit ourselves to adults. Typical swapping, but that wouldn't quench our thirst and wouldn't do anything for the kids. So, back to our 'families' and let's do some invites. They'd all heard from us about our hiatus, and understood. In fact, they were all nervous by association. We talked about who, and Masako popped in my head. She was the nominal leader of the Hayden Foundation, although I was now the Chairperson and theoretically made the big decisions. Yeah, no. She did everything. I wasn't doing enough, so the next step seemed like a meeting. Two birds, so to speak. I had texted Masako from the plane and invited her to the house to meet. Since I had two topics, I didn't want to meet at the office.


Visible nipples

Masako was coming at 10AM, and was exactly on time. I always wondered. Do people drive around in circles until the exact time? Anyway, she looked wonderful. She truly is a beautiful woman, and she was in a light sundress, clearly with nothing under it. Visible nipples nothing under it. I guess she was sending a message, and my wet pussy was responding. She walked right up and gave me a hug and a passionate kiss, rubbing her crotch against mine. Oh, I liked it and I returned it. We finally broke the kiss and I took her hand and led her back to my office. As soon as I closed the door, she dropped her dress. Seemed like a pretty clear invitation. We fell to the carpet and she climbed up on me in a 69 position. Oh God I'd missed this. Not that Bob and the kids are bad, just the opposite, they're amazing, but different is good. All of the sudden, she jerked a bit and then fell into a ryhthm. Oh yeah, she had a nice cock sliding in and out. I couldn't see well enough to identify the specific penis, but it wasn't long before it pulled out and gave me quite a facial. She fell down, and I got a glimpse. I guess Orlando enjoyed it, because he had a BIG smile on his face.

Then Bob walked in. He just slid right into Orlando's place, and Masako and I kept at it. I kept going over and over, and she did too, which meant Bob didn't last. Yeah, I got another facial. That's OK. Orlando had cleanup.

Well, that was fun. We actually discussed foundation business, you know, after. Masako had a series of proposed grants that were large enough for a second opinion. She had avoided using the kids, but I assured her it was fine for that purpose and, if in private, any other purpose. I did share that I couldn't WAIT to see her kids again.


Bipartisanship. Wow

Chris here.

Before we entertain Masako and her family, I'm off to DC again. With my support and pressure, a bi-partisan bill had been introduced called the No Hungry Kids Act. It also included provisions for catastrophic medical care. Clearly it was a topic I support. I was asked to testify. I decided to be blunt, so I invited a family I met at the Chicago shelter to sit with me, and speak if they chose to. They were still thinking about it, but had shared the remarks they thought would be good. They were. I had no suggested changes. I needed to get them from Chicago to DC, and the simplest way would have been to pick them up, but a photo op of the formerly homeless family getting out of a private jet would have been an issue. So, commercial, in coach. Barb had arranged for brand-new clothes for the family for the trip. They were coming for the testimony, then a 3 day vacation touring DC. Of course we paid for that, although I paid for that part personally, not from the foundation. My investment in the shoe company had grown, so I have a couple hundred million of my own to play with. I certainly didn't want any issues. And I just wrote the words 'a couple hundred million to play with'. Fuck.

I met them outside security, at Dulles, with Barb. They looked so wonderful. They both had jobs and were on their way. We were so pleased. We were torn about where they should stay too, and finally decided to put them up at a mid-priced hotel in DC. Bringing them to our house might be a bit overwhelming and, well, insulting. Barb handed the Mom a prepaid debit card loaded with plenty of money for food and fun on their vacation. They tried to refuse, but we were insistent. We asked if they'd like to have a family dinner, or join us for dinner. The testimony was at 11 tomorrow, so we shared that we really did need to plan, so either dinner or breakfast would be fine. They finally decided on breakfast. We shared that we had made them dinner reservations at a nearby upper middle tier restaurant and it was all prepaid and they should order anything they like. A generous tip would be included too, so they shouldn't pay anything. I think they were still a little shocked about what was even going on, so we left them to get settled and agreed we'd be back at 8 for breakfast at their hotel.

Barb and I had an evening to kill, so headed back to the house to change into normal clothes, not the 'meet the family' clothes. An actual dress. That's not me. I'm a shorts and a T girl, if I can't just wear a swim suit. That would be a vision, me testifying in my tankini. Barb wondered why I just started to laugh and I told her. I could tell she was imagining me in a tankini. OK by me.

We pulled into the driveway and down into the garage. We rode the elevator up and as soon as the door slid open, we were attacked! By Ruby and Gabe. What the heck? Behind them, looking on, were Leslie, Juanita, and Amai.

"Amai managed to score us five tickets in the gallery," said Juanita. "None of us, except Amai, had ever been to DC. We thought we'd come watch, and take a few days to tour. We hope that's OK."

At this point, I had Ruby in my arms and Gabe hugging me and, well, groping me. Oh yeah. It's OK.

"More than OK," I said.

"Dinner arrives in about an hour," said Amai. "I found a place that would deliver filet and lobster." Wow, I needed that delivery number.

Well, we had an hour, so we did what you expected us to do. We went into the bedroom. Davis joined us. You knew he would. We squeezed a lot of sex into 60 minutes. Oh, you know how I started. Well, maybe you don't. I climbed up onto Davis and slid right down. I so needed Davis' cock. Gabe wanted in too, so I leaned over and Ruby lubed me up. Oh, I was horny, as I started cumming as soon as she had one finger in my ass. She moved out of the way and Gabe slid right in. We got into a nice rhythm, and I even managed to finger Leslie to orgasm while it was happening.

Ruby got on all fours next to us. That was a wonderful vision of Ruby, licking Barb, while Juanita fucked her from behind. She is such an adorable little thing and just can't seem to get enough. Juanita pulled out and came all over Barb's tits. Ruby slid right up to clean her off. It was so sexy to watch Ruby push Juanita's cum into Barb's mouth in a kiss.

That sent everyone over. I was filled right up. Gabe knew our rules though, and sucked it all back out, passing it to Davis in a series of kisses. Oh God, Gabe and Davis. They both got hard again. Do you blame them? We finished with the two of them in a 69. Young Gabe on top of Davis. Damn. In the interest of time, they both just swallowed, which was good, because the doorbell rang with our food.

"So sis," said Leslie. "You have another appointment tomorrow afternoon." I do? Yeah, while we were getting dressed.

"Heather called," she said. "Our helping that family made its way to her. Apparently those Coast Guard and Navy want to honor us in a ceremony tomorrow afternoon. Mom, Dad, Morgan, and Orlando are flying in tomorrow morning. I kept trying to decline, but she wasn't having it. As she put it, we're golden for their recruiting and I owe her for the Top Gun competition. I'm not sure who owes who, but what the heck."

Shit. I hated that kind of thing as much as Leslie does. I didn't even want to go to the Oscars.


Powerful words

The next morning came fast and we met the family for breakfast. We told them the truth -- that just sitting at the table with us sent a message, but that if they wanted to, and felt comfortable to, they were welcome to speak from their heart.

The Dad sat straighter and was clearly screwing up his courage. He finally said he wanted to speak and thought it could be our opening statement. He gave us the outline and we quickly agreed.

We got there and were finally escorted in. The meeting was running late and then they made us sit at the table and wait. I hated these power trips. I would punish someone for it.

Finally the meeting was opened up and we were asked if we had an opening statement.

"I do," said Bill, the Dad. The Committee chairman just nodded.

"My name is Bill and I failed my family. My family and I are here today only through the generosity of this amazing young woman sitting next to me. You see when we met, my family and I were in a shelter in Chicago. We had no hopes of leaving," said Bill. "The way that I failed my family was that I got sick. Very sick. I had testicular cancer. When I met Chris, my wife and I had both lost our jobs because my illness prevented us from working. That's not fair. My wife lost her job because she had benefits and her company didn't want to pay for my treatment. Oh, they gave a different reason about eliminating her position in a cost cutting measure, but they replaced her the next day. Yes, I had the audacity to get cancer. When we met Chris, I was in the shelter preparing to die. I had no insurance. We were not eligible for Medicaid, as we have made too much money that year to be eligible, even thought we were both unemployed. We were sitting in the shelter, waiting for me to die, from a treatable disease."

"Then our angel arrived. An angel named Chris. The Hayden Foundation put us back on the right track and paid for my treatment. As of right now, I am cancer free. I started a new job recently and am doing well. We have a small apartment and are on our way back, all because of the Hayden Foundation. If she could do it, Chris would personally save every family in our situation, but even she can't do that. You can. We are here to implore you to do the right thing. Feeding the hungry is a good first step. Providing healthcare should be next."

"I'm sure that most of you are up there looking down in disdain at our family. Just poor white trash that never went to college to make anything of themselves. Less that you. Closer to animals. Well, maybe we did get there, but prior to my diagnosis, I was the CFO and VP of Finance for a large multi-national company. As soon as they found out I was sick, they pushed me out of the door. I was making over $200K a year. We had plenty of savings. We had a retirement plan. Now we have none of that. We spent it prolonging my life and I wish we hadn't. Without Chris, all it did was delay the inevitable. If I had been a real man, I would have killed myself as soon as I got the diagnosis. Then my family would still have their nice home and my life insurance. But I was a coward and didn't. Is that the right answer? Is that what you believe? Do YOU think that I should have killed myself? It could have been you. Say that to yourselves. It could have been me. Thank you."

The rest of our testimony was anti-climactic. What else could I possibly add? In the end, I don't think that could have gone better. True bipartisan ship is rare and I was surprised by the Senators that introduced it. I'd follow them. Barb and I did meet them after the meeting and I was intrigued. Too soon to say impressed, but intrigued.

With that we went and had lunch in the cafeteria. Juanita, Amai, Leslie, and the kids joined us as the did co-sponsors. Mom, Dad, Morgan, and Orlando arrived just as we sat down. Awesome. I think the senators were startled at some of the direct questions they got from Gabe and Ruby. They got it. Why can't the adults?

We had a nice lunch and had gotten to know them better. They had a great chemistry, particularly given they were in different parties. I plan on owning the White House for years to come. Oh my, I just did the math.My first opportunity would be at 37. President Chris? Maybe so. Why not? By then I'll have 26 years as a power broker.

With that, we broke up, as we needed to head out to the Pentagon. Our fucking life. We took the subway, as that's easiest. We all went. We got to security and Leslie asked for Heather. That took them a minute. They probably aren't used to 11 year old girls asking for the Secretary of the Air Force by her first name. Leslie and I were the only people on the list. Did they fucking think we'd come by ourselves? This was apparently an issue.

"Well," said Leslie. "You just call up to Heather's office and let them know that Leslie, Chris, and their family are leaving because you said we couldn't come in. We'll wait for that call."

He made the call, but a little less blunt than that. The only word I heard was "idiot". He turned red and told us someone would be down to clear this up shortly. He turned even more red when Heather strode up and gave Leslie a hug. Oh, he was at attention, and stayed there under Heather finally said 'as ease'. I think she made him wait.

"Hi everybody," said Heather. "He was just doing his job and did it well. Security is tight here for a reason, but I can escort you all in. Can we do introductions first?" The sergeant at the desk finally started breathing again.

We did the introductions and everyone got badges and we followed her through security. Apparently unvetted guests were rare, but she had, you know, power. This place is freaking huge, but eventually we made our way to a small auditorium, that was packed. Heather went to the front row and bumped some people to give seats to our family. I saw a bunch of stars on their shoulders. Yeah, she bumped Generals and Admirals for our family. Weird. We're weird.

The ceremony was thankfully fairly short. Heather told the story of meeting Leslie, and Leslie winning Top Gun, which got some gasps. She told the story of our both being pilots, and race champions, which got some more gasps. Finally she had us come up and asked if we had any words to say. I was talked out, but Orlando took it. Good. He doesn't get enough credit.

"We just want to say that this entire ceremony was appreciated, but unnecesary. There is not a person in this room that would not have made the same decisions that our family did. They were in trouble, and Chris and Leslie stopped to help. As you all would. They called Morgan and me, and we jumped in. That's just what you do," said Orlando.

Heather made some closing remarks, and then turned and asked if there was anything she could do for us. All of us except Leslie, smiled and politely said no.

"You can for me," said Leslie. "I want to fly with the Blue Angels."

Heather smiled. "I'm sure we can arrange a guest ride," said Heather.

"Thank you, but that's not what I meant," said Leslie. "I want to FLY with the Blue Angels." The light bulb finally went on for Heather and everyone else in the audience except me. I already knew what she meant.

"Well, um, I don't know if that is possible," said Heather. Leslie actually laughed.

"Sure it is," said Leslie. "You let me fly Top Gun, and I won. Surely the Navy isn't scared a young pilot will show them up?" With that, an older man with one hell of a lot of stars on his shoulder got up from the second row and came up on stage.

"No, we're not scared," he said, and introduced himself as the Secretary of the Navy. "Just let us know when you're available. You'll need plenty of flight time in an F/A 18 first. Can you do that?"

"Sure," said Leslie. "Just tell me when and where. It's not like I can't fly to you." That actually broke up the audience. With that, the ceremony was over. Leslie went over and talked to the Admiral. I heard them laughing, so they must have come to some agreement. She came walking back over.

"Well, it turns out that Cliff is also an instructor for the F/A 18. They're going to deliver a trainer to MacDill, and I can fly from there," said Leslie. "It's not an F22, but it should be a lot of fun. He told me the manuevers I had to master before I could fly with the Blue Angels. After he left, his aide shared with me that my challenges were well beyond what any pilot ever had done before being a Blue Angel, and at least two of them might not even be possible in an F/A 18. We'll see."

With that, we headed back to the house. A tiring day, but the evening was going to be full of time with my family. God I needed this.

I'm not even going to go into detail. You can imagine what this group did and anything you can imagine probably happened. We didn't play any games. No bottles. No cards. We just went at it. There was a lot of pent up passion. We missed this. It was behind closed doors, with people we knew and loved, and it was cathartic.


In an F/A 18? Hell yeah

Leslie's turn.

Cliff texted me that the F/A 18 trainer had arrived and did I want my check ride at 9? Hell yeah I did. I flew the BFP over to MacDill, as I was going up to DC later. I know I didn't need the BFP, but I like it. They were surprised I was back, but I'm not done with them. They were REALLY surprised we'd traded the 767 for a 747. By then I had my own tailored flight suit. You can't do Top Gun in a suit that doesn't fit. I found Cliff, then changed into my suit and we were ready to go. Yes, I stripped to my undies and dressed while I was talking to him. We're pilots. It's no big deal. Oh, and I liked watching him get hard. Too bad I couldn't do anything about it.

We boarded the F/A 18 and he explained the differences from the F22. Mostly it was older tech, so not quite as automated. No whoop. He didn't even put it in trainer mode, just let me fly, so we took off and went out over the gulf. I flew a little lazy until I was comfortable. Then I flipped us over. All I heard was "Leslie, no," and then I started the inverted loop. At about a third of the way up, I lit the burners. It was brutal. It's not exactly design parameters to light the afterburners when you're going up, upside down, at about a 60 degree angle. I pulled back from burner just as we crested the loop, and we flew down the opposite side. Once it was complete, I did three and a half rolls and brought us back to normal flight.

"Leslie," said Cliff.

"Yes," I replied.

"You're not supposed to do that on your check ride. You know that," said Cliff, in a surprisingly calm voice.

"Well, the admiral gave me a list of things I had to accomplish before I could fly with the Blue Angels," I said. "All the others are trivial, but this one wasn't."

"That's because it has never been successfully done in an F/A 18. Not once," said Cliff.

"Until now," I said, and heard him laughing through the radio.

We finished the check ride checklist and landed uneventfully. Dave, you know, General Dave, was waiting when we taxied up.

"Leslie," he said, in his commanding general voice.

"I know, I know," I said. "No inverted loops on a check ride."

"What in the hell were you thinking?," asked the general.

"The admiral gave me a list I had to complete to fly with the blue angels. That was first on the list. I did them all in order," I said.

"On the check ride," said Dave.

"Sure," I said, laughing. He just shook his head and invited us both to lunch. We changed, and I was back in shorts and a T, with a pony tail. From pilot to 11 year old girl. We rode a cart over to the cafeteria and when we walked in, the loop was playing on the screen. Over and over. They're quick at MacDill. Someone noticed me, and I got a standing ovation. Well, at least they know who I am. Dave just kept shaking his head. We got our food and sat down, and a couple of visiting Navy pilots joined us. Apparently they'd ferried the trainer in.

"So Cliff, how did you do that loop?," said one of them. "No one has ever done it before." Cliff and Dave started laughing, which confused the new pilot.

"I didn't," said Cliff. "I never will. I'll never fucking try it. I still think it is impossible, and I rode in a trainer that did it. I didn't do it, she did", pointing at me.

That got confused looks from both pilots. Seriously? I'm fucking famous.

"Are you kidding," I said. "For pilots, you're not very aware of the world. Who won Top Gun this year?"

"I don't remember their full name, but I remember it was a guy named Leslie. I remember thinking that's usually a chick's name," said the second pilot. Wow, Mr. Feminist.

"Uh huh," I said. "Want to take a guess at what my first name is? You get one guess. Who exactly did you think the trainer was for?"

"Yeah, sure," said the first pilot. "Top Gun was won by a teenage girl. Right." Wow, you can talk with a sneer.

At that point, the General stood up. Cliff was quick. He jumped up and yelled "Attention." The entire room leapt to their feet. Dave was hot. Really hot.

"You are fucking idiots," said Dave, at the two pilots. "Not only are you completely unaware of the world of flying, you just insulted the best pilot with which I have ever flown. She not only won the Top Gun competition, but she and I have flown 13 challenges. I have competed against her in the F22 and the F35. She has beaten me 13 times in a row. She is the best pilot I have ever seen. Ever. I do not expect, in my lifetime, to see a better pilot because I am not sure that is possible. Oh, and I didn't get beat by a teenage girl. She's 11. She isn't a teenager yet. Now, you both better fucking apologize. Fast."

With that, he sat back down. The entire room did. They'd all heard it. The next county had heard it.

I've never seen two grown men stammer to dig themselves out of a hole before. I supposed I could have been cruel, but I accepted their apology as gracefully as I could.

"I realize it is somewhat unbelievable that I even got to fly an F22 or an F/A 18," I said. "It is crazy, and I do appreciate all your kind comments General."

"All true, Leslie," said Cliff. "And I have to ask. How the hell DID you do that loop. It's been tried hundreds of times and no one has ever succeeded. I know for a fact the Blue Angels team have all tried it, repeatedly."

"Well, one of the things I learned from my sister Morgan, after she won her first IndyCar race, was that you don't win if you follow everybody else's line," I said. "She has always carved her own line around the track, and kicks ass doing it. I watched over 50 different pilots try to do that loop. They're all on Youtube. I've watched every single one fail. What I noticed is that all of them hit the burners while horizontal and then pulled up. They just ran out of juice before the top. I started the loop without the burners. When I felt it just start to stall, about a third of the way up the loop, I hit the burners. It was quite a ride, as Cliff will attest, as it went from stall to burners in a heart beat. I had to fight it a bit to close the loop, but I had enough juice to pull it over. I'd do it about 15 seconds earlier next time. I didn't need to wait for the stall."

"Your sister?," said the first pilot. "What was she, 16 when she won that race?" He still didn't get it.

"15. She won the Indy 500 on her 16th birthday," I said.

"Damn dude," said Cliff. "You still don't get it." Good job Cliff. I think you kept Dave from exploding.

"The day I met Leslie, she flew herself into MacDill," said Dave. "On her family's 767. Make sure you understood that. She was solo flying a 767, with the Commander of the local Civil Air Patrol in the right seat. She actually signed his log book, as she is an instructor. In a 767. At 11. They don't have that plane anymore. Any chance you noticed that there was a 747 on the ramp?"

They both admitted that they did.

"That's because SHE flew that here today, solo," said Dave. "I don't know where she is going, but for all I know it is Tokyo, because that plane can do it in one jump. Her sister Chris Hayden, who is also 11, can also fly it. You are underestimating POWERFUL young women. That's a mistake."

"Wait, Chris Hayden, the head of the Hayden Foundation?," said the second pilot. "They call her the kingmaker. I read she will pick the next President. That can't be the same person. She can't be 11."

"Well, shit for brains," said Cliff. "You did it again. Yes, that's her sister and yes, she is 11, and yes, she will likely pick the next President and probably the next dozen after that. It wouldn't surprise me if that included Morgan, Leslie, and Chris. Oh, and Orlando."

"Now, get off your asses and take that trainer back to where you found it," said Dave. "She doesn't need a trainer. I'll expect you back tomorrow with a shiny F/A 18. Preferably in Blue Angels livery. I'm going to call the Blue Angels team and see when they'll be ready for you Leslie. They gave you a list. You completed the list. This is going to be a fun call. Come on, you can listen in on the call."

"We do apologize, Leslie," said the first pilot. "We were dicks. It is just all so unexpected. It won't happen again. We'll have your plane back tomorrow." OK, that helped.

"I have to go with the general, but after that, would you like a tour of the BFP?," I said.

"The BFP?," said the second pilot.

"Big fucking plane," I said. That got a laugh. They both admitted they would. They were going to be completly freaked, as I was ferrying cars to DC. Nice cars. 8 of them.

I followed Dave into his office. He told me to just be quiet and listen. OK boss.

"Commander," said Dave. "General Shaw here, at MacDill. I believe you arranged for the F/A 18 trainer to be delivered today."

"Yes, General," said Doyle. "Stupidest thing I have ever had to do. Letting an 11 year old fly in an F/A 18. It's a crazy world."

"Sometimes it is," said Dave. "I'm just calling to let you know your pilots will be ferrying the plane back to you today."

"Well that's good," said the Commander. "Did she chicken out about going for a ride? Her parents must have a ton of pull to get her a guest ride, AT MacDill." What a dick.

"No, you misunderstand the situation" said Dave. "Leslie shared the criteria she needed to complete to fly with the Angels. I'm just calling to let you know the entire list is complete. In order, on her check ride, in fact."

We could hear laughter over the phone.

"Sure, sure," said the commander. "She did an inverted loop in an F/A 18 on her check ride."

"Check your email," said Dave. "I just sent you the clip. I'll wait." The line went silent for a couple minutes. Dave is a patient guy.

"Holy Fuck," said the Commander. "That's never been done. Ever. I've tried over 50 times. I can't do it. You cannot tell me this was an 11 year old girl."

"Oh I most certainly can," said Dave. "Are you even aware who won Top Gun this year?"

"Not really. Some guy named Leslie. I remember because it is usually a girl's name," said the commander. Well, I see why the pilots are dicks. It comes from the top.

"Yeah, no," said Dave. "The pilot won Top Gun has now beaten ME thirteen straight times. And HER name is Leslie. And she IS 11."

"Well, that's all unbelievable, but no fucking way is she flying with the Angels. Won't happen. Just won't," he said.

"You might want to call up Joe D," said Dave. "He called me about 10 minutes ago after I sent HIM the clip. He said he would ensure that the Angel's backup plane was delivered to MacDill tomorrow. We'll let Leslie get some hours in first, don't you think?" Dave covered the phone and reminded me that Joe D was the Chairman of the Joint Chief of Staffs. I'd met him at Top Gun. Yeah, I remembered. It's hard not to remember that.

There was more silence.

"I don't give a shit if God himself said yes," said the commander. "It isn't happening on my watch."

"Joe said you'd say that. He told me to use these exact words," said Dave. "If she doesn't fly, you don't fly. Clear enough?" After much grumbling, the phone was slammed down at the other end. Oh joy. An enemy.

"I hate all this," I said. "I just want to fly. It was a simple request. I tandem landed with you, and they said it couldn't be done. I won Top Gun, against all odds. Why is this dick such as ass?"

"Navy," he said, with a laugh. We said our goodbyes, and he said he'd let me know when the plane arrived. He assured me, Commander or not, it would arrive. I went out and the pilots were waiting for their tour, and chatting with Cliff.

"Can I come too?," said Cliff. I laughed and waved for them to follow me.

"Your commander is a dick," I said, to the two pilots. That got a shocked look. "He's fighting me flying, but he'll lose. He hasn't figured out yet to not fuck with Hurricane Leslie. I always win."

The first thing they saw were the cars. Mom had walked them all with me so I knew what they were. 1957 Ferrari 250 Testa Rossa race car, 1960 Maserati Tipo, 1936 Mercedes 540K, 1955 Porsche 550, 1956 Aston Martin DBR1, 1970 Hemi Cuda convertible, 1969 Camaro ZL1, 2017 Ford GT40. More than $50M in cars.

"Holy shit," said Cliff. "I knew your family liked cars, but again holy shit. That's the Testa Rossa race car. I know about half of these cars, and my guess is this is north of $50M in cars. What are you doing with them?"

"Moving them," I said. "We ran out of room here, but have a 30 car underground garage in DC. I'm flying them up."

"30 car," said the second pilot. "You own The Falls now?" I nodded.

"Chris bought it," I said.

"I have clearly underestimated your family in so many ways," he said.

I took them on the tour, up the elevator. I asked if they'd like a ride.

"A couple hours to DC, a nice dinner, a couple hours back," I said. "Any or all of you are welcome. I'll even sign your logbook." Yes, that made me laugh.

They all looked at each other.

"Do I need to call Dave and get his permission?," I asked. Cliff just sheepishly nodded. I pulled out my cell phone and pulled up his contact.

"Dave, the three guys want to fly to DC and back with me," I said. "We're having dinner and flying right back. 6 hours or so. They need your permission."

"Sure, we'll wait," I said and hung up.

"He said sure, but he wants to come," I said. "He'll be here shortly. Everybody like a good steak? My treat." They all agreed. I assumed Dave would too. I texted Barb quickly and asked her to bring the SQ7 and that we'd need to borrow it for dinner. I asked her to make reservations at Morton's. Damn good steak. I told her to use stupid money if necessary. She replied she'd take care of it. I'd invited her, but she and Davis had plans. On a fucking plane, with six bedrooms, with four attractive men, and I couldn't do one damn thing about it. This sucks. I get it, but it still sucks. I wasn't even going to get Davis' BBC.

Sucks.

They all took turns in the right seat and, yes, I signed all their logbooks. Their biggest compliment was my autograph might be worth something someday. You never know, do you? Just then, the two Navy pilots came back into the cockpit. Flushed and sweaty. OMG, that's hilarious.

"Hope you're having fun, guys," I said. They had a flash of fear, but I didn't say anything else. Now they're wondering if I know they just had sex. Of course I know. I'm 11, not blind. Be more discreet around a General guys.

We landed and there were 7 flatbeds waiting. I'll bet getting those onto Reagan was interesting. We went down the ramp and Davis handed me the keys to the SQ7.

"How will you get home," I asked.

"Oh, we'll drive the GT40, no problem," said Barb. "Just leave those keys with the FBO. We'll pick it up one of these days. It's not like we don't have other things to drive. I'm partial to the Urso." With that, we headed out, with Dave driving. Fuck'em, I sat in the front!

"Did she say Urso?," asked the Cliff. "As in the Lamborghini SUV?" I just smiled.

"Where are we going?," asked Dave.

"Morton's," I replied.

"I'm sorry, but I can't afford Morton's," said one of the Navy guys. I laughed.

"You must have missed the part where it is my treat," I said. "We flew here in my 747. I can pop for dinner."

"Boys, she really meant that," said Dave. "It's not just her family's 747. It's her 747. Don't forget that."

We ended up having a very pleasant dinner. Dave prompted me for the Cessna training story. Yes, I made all my stories G rated. No need to talk about the CEO's fucking each other in the ass. They told stories, which I enjoyed. They've actually lived the life of military pilots. I just go to play, and I told them that. I think they appreciated it. Cliff told the story of my first kill, when I did the flat spin. They were shocked. Then Dave told them I did it again, in the practice round, and had killed HIM in 11 seconds, and how Heather had dressed me down and told me never to do it again. I told of the French fighter pilot that told me 'that is not how it is done'. Finally it was time to head back. We drove back to the airport and dropped off the keys and climbed the ramp. The two Navy pilots still had to fly home, but Tampa to Pensacola isn't that far.

"Oh, I forgot to mention," said Dave. "Their commander apparently became quite enlightened." OK, we all laughed at that. "He said if you can get a ride to Pensacola tomorrow, you can fly the F/A 18 back yourself. In his words, 'I am not wasting a pilot to ferry her a new toy'". I laughed and assured him I could. I texted Chris, and she said she'd be happy to run me up. She asked what I wanted her to fly.

"Oh, the BFP, of course. I need to send a damn message," I said. She just replied with a smiley face. Emojis. Yeah, we were 11.

We landed at MacDill and then I took right back off and landed at St. Pete and flew the helicopter home. Long fucking day. I was in bed early. Oh, I didn't sleep. Morgan was with me. Oh my. I'd been horny all day. She took me up, over, and kept me there. I did the same for her. It's nice to be with your sissy.

Then I slept the sleep of the dead.


Pensacola NAS

I woke up the next morning to someone fucking me from behind. I didn't even look. I didn't even care. All I knew was that it was stretching me out something fierce and I loved it. I hadn't been well and truly fucked in so long. They were being very gentle, and it was nice. When they realized I was awake, they reached around and tickled my clit. Yes, tickled. The arm was black, so that narrowed the choices, but didn't actually answer the question of who. It was a HUGE cock though. It was an amazing feeling and I didn't last long at all. They didn't either, as they filled me up with cum. I know I was dripping. Sorry, Morgan, got your bed wet. He pulled out, and I rolled over. Tim! I haven't seen him in so long. Fuck he is hot. Just then Orlando wandered in.

All our men like sloppy seconds.

Finally I looked at the clock and Chris and I had to get going. I went out and grabbed a granola bar and Alison ran us to the airport. She needed the helicopter for something.

Chris and I both wore cheer shorts and plain T-shirts. I had learned my lessons so no white T for me. We both put our hair in pigtails. Chris wore a shirt that was just a little large, so looked flat as a board. I barely looked 11. She looked about 9. This was going to be fun.

Soon we were approaching Pensacola.

"Pensacola Navel Air Station, the is 747 heavy requesting permission to land," I said.

"747 Heavy, are you declaring an emergency?," said the controller.

"Negative," I replied. "Just landing permission please."

"Um, there must be some mistake. This is a naval base. You need the civilian airport," replied the tower.

"Negative control. We have a approved flight plan for your location," I said. "Check your approvals please." I repeated our tail numbers.

"I'll be damned. Um, permission granted. Your first in line for 155," he said. "Land when ready then follow the escort."

We landed and this time taxied all the way to the escort. Might as well. We followed him to the hanger. He parked us to the side. Inside we could see the Blue Angel's planes. Cool. A large SUV shot across the taxiway and, you guessed it, parked under the ramp. Shit.

"Ground control, can you please ask the SUV to move," I said, on the ground control frequency.

"Negative," they replied. "That's the commander."

"Ok, but when the ramp comes down, it's going to crush that SUV and anything in it," I said. Now the system wouldn't allow that but they didn't know that. We waited. They waited.

"Ground control, we have no other way off the plane. We need to put down the loading ramp," I said.

"Wait, you were serious? You have a loading ramp?," they said.

"Yes, and it is our only exit," I said.

Finally the SUV moved. We took the elevator down and lowered the ramp. We walked down the ramp. The commander was at the bottom. He looked pissed.

"Girls you can march your ass right back up on that plane and have your pilots fly you away," he said. "I'm not giving you a damn plane."

I looked at Chris and we both burst out laughing. Yes that confused him.

"I appreciate that you feel that way, but is it worth your career?," I said.

"Like you have any ability to affect my career, little girl," he said, then spit on the ground. Oh I hate spitters. Just hate it.

"You are misogynistic little twit," I said. "And you are going to see what happens when you feel the wrath of this pissed off little girl, dumbshit." He looked like I had hit him.

"Nobody talks to me like that on my base," he said. I don't think it helped that we both started laughing again. I expected this, so I hit speed dial on my phone. I put it on speaker.

"Hi Joe," I said. "Yeah, he is being a first class prick. You called it. I owe you $20. I really thought he had learned. Apparently not. Is this where I get to relieve him of his command?" I looked at the commander. Oh good, he figured out who Joe was.

"Sure," came the reply. I really thought he was going to pass out now. All the other people, his people, were staring at him. He had just lost, big, to the little girl.

"But," came the voice from my phone. "You could also be the better person and give him one last chance. Let's do this. I'll call the tower directly. If you take off in an F/A 18 in the next hour, he keeps his job. At 61 minutes, he is a civilian. Ok with you?"

I let him stare at me. Joe and I had planned this. I was counting out two full minutes. Oh he was sweating. Really sweating.

At the two minute mark, I sighed loudly.

"OK, Joe. You're a better person than me," I said. "But if he pisses me off again, he's gone."

"Deal," came Joe's voice over the phone. I now owned him. Owned. Him. Joe hung up.

"So," I said. "Which plane is mine?"

He started to tell me a bunch of rules and talk about a check ride. I started laughing again.

"So commander," I said. "Have you ever won Top Gun? Oh wait, we know the answer. You haven't. I have."

"Have you ever beaten General Shaw?'" I said. "Yeah, no huh. I've beaten him 13 consecutive times, and have never lost to him. As I recall, he kicked your ass in the first round."

"What about an inverted loop in an F/A 18?," I asked. "Oh wait, I'm the only person to ever do that." Yes, that got a gasp out of the crowd.

"You see this 747?," I said. "I flew it in. My little sister here will fly it out. Solo. You see, I taught her. I'm an FAA certified instructor on this plane." Yep another gasp.

"Tick tock, commander," I said.

"Fuck," he said. He started giving orders and within a few minutes a tug pulled out a very nice blue F/A 18. While we waited I'd put on my flight suit. I climbed up the ladder. I had one more thing to say before I closed the canopy.

"I'll turn on the camera," I said. "You should run in that little building and turn on the live feed. See you at PIE, sis." With that I closed the canopy and got clearance to take off. Chris told me they did run in to watch the live feed. She followed them in and nobody stopped her.

I took off sedately, but as soon as I was at flight level, well over the Gulf, I did an inverted loop. Nailed it.


That kid can fly

This is Chris. I have to take over for a second. When Leslie did the loop, the ready room went completely nuts.

"I'll be damned," said the commander. "That kid can fly." He finally realized I was there.

"How many times has she tried that in an F/A 18? Do you know?," he asked.

"Twice," I replied.

"And she nailed it both times," he said, shaking his head. "And the first time was on her check ride."

"She did it in an F22 the first time she had ever been IN a military aircraft," I said. "The instructor screamed. Then 20 minutes later she kicked the instructor's ass in a dogfight. He was in an F35. He cheated and attacked on her climb out. He lasted 4 seconds."

"Wait," said his XO. "I know that story. She induced a flat spin and shot him by recovering in less than 180 degress. We thought that was an urban legend. That was HER?" I just smiled.

"OK, I have been bested and I admit it," he said. "But one more question. Are you really the Chris Hayden that runs a $30B PAC?"

"No," I said, which got me a smug smile. Yeah you're still a prick. "It's a $60B PAC and still growing. Want me to tell you who the next President will be? Oh wait, I haven't picked them yet. But I will."

With that, I spun on my heels, walked out and climbed the ramp. They gave me immediate clearance, and I headed to St. Pete. Wasn't a long flight. I like the solitude of the big plane by myself. It is odd to land a tall building, but that is basically what you're doing. I realized on the way that Leslie said to meet her at PIE, and sure enough, the F/A 18 was in our hanger. I jogged down the ramp and she was chatting with Tom and Jess.

"Isn't that supposed to be at MacDill?," I asked.

"No, Joe said I could keep it here until I thought I was ready. Won't take that long. It's a slug, but easy to fly. I need wingtip practice though. Dave is going to practice with me in an F22. They don't match well, but it will help," said Leslie. "Hey, want to go up to the apartment with Tom and Jess?"

Fuck yeah, or yeah fuck. Well, you get the idea. Let's just say we wore Tom OUT.

Tom and Jess actually, gasp, drove us home.

Turns out Tom wasn't as wiped out as I thought. Turns out Gabe and Ruby will do that for you.


Eureka!

Still Chris here.

I woke up the next morning when someone started licking my pussy. I missed this. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed it. I felt a cock bump against my lips and opened my mouth. It was a small cock, and I took it all in. I felt bouncing and the little cock was being pushed in and out. Oh, whomever it was was getting fucked. I am so glad we've opened our lives back up some. Just then, I went over the top. WAY over the top. The tongue wouldn't stop and I finally pushed them away, only to have it replaced with a nice, thick hard cock. I kept my eyes closed. I didn't need to know. Whoever it was must have been really close, as they didn't last, but when they pulled out, another cock replaced theirs.

Does it matter who it was? I can't even tell you. I kept my eyes closed until they left. That was fucking sexy.

I walked out into the kitchen, and the family was all there, getting breakfast. We needed the energy. It was just the immediate family in the kitchen, which is rare, and we all sat down at the table together. I just had cereal -- Lucky Charms -- I am still a kid sometimes and I like the marshmallows. Wouldn't that be a shot for Newsweek. "Powerful young woman likes marshmallows." It's gotten to that point, where we just don't know who is taking pictures where.

We were just chatting away when Mom actually said the word "Eureka." Had she invented time travel? Teleportation? What deserved a Eureka moment? Inquiring young minds want to know. Oh course, by now, we all had spoons down and were looking at her and waiting.

"OK, this might not have been worth a eureka, but I think it is close," said Mom. "We're all worried about playing because of the legal consequences. It's not that any of us, or any of our friends, believe it is wrong, it is fear of the man, the law, the popo." Really Mom? Popo?

"OK, maybe not the popo," said Mom. "But we have a freaking ship at our dock, and a number of other smaller, well, yachts. What happens when we take one of those out, say 20 miles?"

"We're in international waters," said Dad. "Oh. Eureka."

We all got it by now. Maritime law, which applies to international waters, may not have laws regarding, well, you know, kid fucking and incest.

"So how do we actually find out if it is true?," asked Orlando. Damn he is a fine looking boy. Yes, he'd just fucked me, but I still enjoyed the view. Yeah, I knew. I didn't need my eyes to recognize his cock and it wasn't the small one. He was just in shorts without a shirt and his workout was really showing. Abs, abs, abs. Anyway, I digress, and I'd gotten my speedo all wet without going in the pool. Yeah I was wearing a tankini. Sort of. Just the bottoms.

"I don't know if we do, but how about I talk to Sota," said Dad. "He's an international attorney. I don't know if he is even close to this speciality, but I'll bet he knows a way."

With that, breakfast broke up. The kids all went swimming, and played on the wave runners, and went tubing. A lazy day of the ultra-wealthy. Yes, a picture of us, in our swim suits, on the 24, made People magazine. I hate the damn drones, but at least we looked GOOD. The workouts are helping all of us get stronger and more muscular. We'd better, as we kids had our first marathon this weekend. With all that was going on, exercise was a challenge, but we all faithfully ran every day, regardless of where we were. No matter what house, we were running the neighborhood. Morgan and Orlando were faster than Leslie and me, but hey, I'm little.

We finally wandered back in at lunch time, worn out and dried out by the sun. We wandered back into the kitchen, and Alison was just setting out salads. No lobster today, damn.

"Just a minute Chris," said Alison. "I have some cold lobster too." Well good. What's the point of being fucking rich if I can't have lobster? Kidding. Sort of. Just then Dad wandered in from the museum, wearing his Bernie 2016 hat. That was his top down hat. I think he liked it because our neighbors hated it. This isn't exactly a Bernie neighborhood. Fuck'em. I'm picking the next president and what if I LIKE Bernie. He is a nice guy. We had lunch in DC last week. Might as well fund the campaign that gave Dad a nice hat. That hat meant he'd been somewhere in a convertible. Coming in from that door meant he'd been in a cool convertible.

"What did you drive, Dad?" asked Orlando. Great minds.

"The 68 Firebird," said Dad. "I felt an American classic moment." Well sure. We had car genres. I really needed to find a car driving loophole.

"I just got back from meeting with Sota. He thinks our idea has merit. It may not be perfect, but it is MUCH better than playing on-shore. We have the marathon on Saturday, so I invited him and his family on a cruise on Sunday. They'll be here at 9. I also invited Jake and Emma and their kids. I admit I miss the triplets." Oh, the triplets. The Brady bunch. I miss them too. The boys have this thing where the do scissors, then they can both fuck you at the same time. It's, well, fun.

The rest of the week was fairly uneventful. Noah came over, which was nice, because I hadn't gotten to spend much time with him recently, but he was more interested in Orlando than me. That's cool, I still got me some, and I do love watching boys get freaky.


Runners everywhere

Orlando here. It's Saturday. Remind me again why I am about to run a marathon? We were running in a marathon in Charlotte, so we flew up last night and stayed on the plane. We all believed in pre-race sex, so, well, we had lots of pre-race sex. The extended family had come to support us, so we had variety. Blake and Alison, who were running. John and Mary had flown in. Barb and Davis. Juanita and her parents and siblings. It was great fun. I guess you want details. I'll share some highlights.

Oh hell, I don't have time to tell it all. Let's just say that a 13 year old boy has outstanding recovery skills and can also take multiple loads. In the ass and in the mouth. Sexy enough for you?

Finally race time was upon us. All six of us were running. We'd all run at our own pace which meant we'd spread out. Leslie and Chris would probably run together, as they're evenly paced. Morgan and I are pretty close too, so we'll start together. Mom will lead the family. Dad will, well, bring up the rear. The men's qualifying time was 3:05, so Dad wasn't there yet, but he was getting close. If you remember, it wasn't that long ago that a 4:30 marathon was huge for him. Mom needed a 3:35 and would do that without problem. We were all shooting for qualifying times. All three girls would hit the 3:35 mark. I'm not quite at 3:05, but getting there. My last race was a 3:11.

The race was great fun. I don't bore you with step by step narration, but Mom ran a 3:28, so qualified. Dad actually beat her, with a 3:18. He wasn't gloating, which was impressive. He'd made progress. She was supportive, particularly given that men needed a faster time to qualify. We'd all be in Boston cheering her on.

Blake and Alison ran too, but they're not quite as crazy, so they didn't qualify, but had fun.

None of the kids qualified. We were fast enough, but we're too young. I ran a 3:03. You have to be 18. Haven't found a loophole yet. Juanita said they don't have that limitation on a triathalon, but nobody under 18 had ever done it. Yet.


An international cruise. Just a little

Bob here.

It's Sunday and we'd promised Sota and his family a cruise. We had some extras in town so it was going to be a FUN day. 26 of us on the boat today. Whoo hoo.

No outdoor sex though. I do miss that. Lots of kids. I missed the kids. A lot. I needed some young boy cock and some young girl pussy. Mika and Koki. Peter, Bobby, and Jan. Oh yeah. Some watching, some participation.

You know, this is a long journal entry. I'll move to the next one. Sorry you have to wait.



Characters in the stories

Chapters


All
All
All
All
All
6,8,14-on
2,20,28
3,6,8-10,15-18,21,23,26,27,28
5,9,10,12,15-18,20,21,24,26,27,28
5,9-12,15-18,20,21,24,26,27,28
6,14,16-19,24,27,28
6,14,16-19,24,27,28
19,21,23,26,27,28
19,20,27,28
19,20,26,27,28
22,28
22,28

Name


Bob
Amy
Morgan
Orlando
Leslie
Chris
Masako
Juanita
Blake
Alison
Gabriel (Gabe)
Ruby
Amai
Davis
Barb
General Dave
Cliff

Age


23
20
16
13
11
11
35
29
33
32
11
8
21
60
52
Fifties
Thirties

Description


Dad
Mom
The oldest of the new kids
The middle child and the only boy
The youngest
Adopted daughter
Sota's wife
Family personal trainer and more
First home staff. Mechanic, general purpose everything
First home staff. Chef, runs the house and more
Juanita's brother
Juanita's sister
The family social secretary
Amai's Dad
Amai's Mom
Commander, flight squadron
F35 Instructor

Stats


6'2" - 165, swimmer's body, 6 inch cut average cock
5'1" - 110, bright red hair, D cup
5'5" - 120, dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
5'0" - 100, dirty blonde, 6 inch cut thick cock
4'6" - 80, brown hair, flat chested
4'11" - 80, slim, glorious puffy nipples
5'8" - athletic, A cup
5'9" - athletic, petite, D cup, 5 inch cock
6'2" - 185, blonde, ripped, 7 inch thin cock
5'9" - tall, athletic, blonde, simply stunning, B cup, model gorgeous
5'0" - 90, cute, 4 inch cock
4'11" - 85, sexy, flat
5'4" - beautiful, petite, B cup, 6 inch uncut thick cock
6'3" - 195, handsome and black, gray hair, 9 inch thick BBC
5'6" - 120, stunning, mixed, C cup
 
 

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