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I thought I'd share a little of my approach to writing and why suggestions blend in so well. I write in what I call snippets. When I get an idea, I create a new file with an appropriate title and add a little information on the idea. Then I come back and write the snippet. I can go back and forth between a dozen or more snippets, writing a little and moving on. If you look at a chapter, they're usually a combination of 3 to 4 snippets. You can tell when there is a title change within the chapter. I keep the snippets in order of when they should be in a chapter, and sometimes have to move them around when I make reference to something that hasn't happened yet. I suspect I'll mess that up one of these days, but I think so far so good.
You'll also see that some snippets have essentially no sex in them, but are fun and useful to the story. That's because they were written on an airplane, on my phone. I travel a bit, and that's a great time to write, but if someone is looking over my shoulder, those snippets have to be innocuous. That's actually helped the story, in my opinion, because it can't sustain as just sex. It's the story. The people. The family.
To give you an idea of how long the series could go, remember each chapter is 3 to 4 snippets.
I have 143 snippets in progress.
Only a dozen or so came from reader suggestions, but if you like this series, help me out with ideas. That's the focus. Something that could be a snippet. One suggestion was to weave in a girl in a wheelchair. That's coming and I simply love the character and she becomes a recurring character. Another was a suggestion for a homeless man, in New York. Oh yeah, that's done and another recurring character. I just finished a snippet in the Red Light district in Amsterdam and loved that character so much I have four more snippets already defined.
Your idea doesn't have to be complete. Girl in a wheelchair is enough. If you have more of an idea, great, if not, I'll run with it. As I write this, I realize I should, in some way, recognize what is a reader suggestion, so now in a title, if it ends in an *, something in the snippet was a reader suggestion. I'll probably miss some, and certainly already have, but I'll try. If it was your suggestion, and I forget, my apologies in advance. You might find it fun.
Ideas. Send the ideas.
Chloe here. Yes Chloe. It's my fucking day, so I'm doing the journal entry. The first marriage on Dioynsus. I know you thought it would be Morgan and Sophia. We all thought it would be Morgan and Sophia.
But it is not.
I'm getting married. To Ben. Yep, Ben. We are such idiots. We've been best friends and lovers forever, and just never were willing to admit how much we really loved and cared for each other. Do you know what it took for us to finally have that conversation?
I got pregnant. Yes, pregnant. I honestly never thought I'd have kids, but I am so excited about it. I think seeing Bob and Amy and what magnificant parents they are helped, although none of us have ever been around a baby. I'll bet you're wondering if I know it is Ben's, aren't you? I do. Do you know why?
I hadn't had sex with anyone but Ben in months. Oh, the opportunity was there, but we'd just slipped into monogamy. Monogamous FWB. No, that's not a thing. We sat down and had a heart to heart talk about what to do and finally opened up about our feelings for each other. We knew it, in our hearts, and I guess never really felt the need to talk about it that much. He is just as excited about the baby as I am. Daddy Ben. OK, I giggle a little, but he is seriously into the planning and preparation. He's bought every parenting book on the planet. I finally had to tell him to shut the fuck up. We'll figure it out.
Anyway, my big day. We're getting married today, on the rear deck of Bob and Amy's house. It's a small wedding, only about a hundred people. Yes, Bob and Amy's deck is easily large enough for a hundred person wedding. Amy is officiating. Yeah, the Queen can do it. Hell, she's the fucking Queen, she can do anything she damn well pleases. I'm pretty sure she downloaded the marriage form from the Internet and added Dionysus to it, but hey, it's legal, right?
Bob is standing up for Ben, with Orlando. Morgan, Sophia, Chris, and Leslie are all standing up for me. I went traditional, meaning an actual wedding dress and bridesmaid's outfits, but they were very simple and given that Stella designed them for us, pretty fucking fantastic. Ben is in a suit. A nice suit. A 'Orlando flew him to the Bahamas to have it made' suit. He looks gooooood.
I'd fuck him. Oh yeah, already did.
I'm going to put the pen down, because it is time for me to walk out. I wish our journal had pictures. The flowers. The blue of the Mediterranean. It was SO nice. The ceremony was going to be short, then a big shin-dig for the people that attended, next door on the back patio of Morgan and Sophia's house. Yeah, it's big enough too.
Then we're doing an around the world honeymoon. London, Paris, San Francisco, and Tokyo. Yeah, yeah, we're staying at their apartments.
I'll be back. The music is playing. OK, maybe I won't be. Weddings aren't journal worthy, so just know -- we're married!
Oh, Amy here, with big news. Oh, back in Florida too.
I'm pregnant too. We are SO excited. Yes, I am sure you are wondering and worrying about whether it is Bob's baby. After all, we have a lot of unprotected sex, but yes, we are sure it is. We haven't really mentioned it in the journal, but I haven't been having unprotected sex with anyone else in several months. Just Bob. We decided we were ready to have a child. The funny thing is that many people think they're too young to have a child at 24 and 21. That makes me laugh. This will be our fifth child and the oldest is 16. Yeah, well, we're weird.
We know it is going to be life changing and not just adding one more kid. Heck, we still have Luca and Elena living with us, so technically I guess it the seventh kid. It also doesn't reflect on any need that isn't being satisified by our current children. They're just adults. Yeah, yeah, two of them are 12, but you understand. My maternal instincts kicked in seriously hard and while Bob would do absolutely and utterly anything I wanted, he is as excited as I am. But, yeah, he does do what I want.
I'm only six weeks pregnant and I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I'm just barely starting to show. I'm, well, little, and it shows more on me. I'm a whopping 5'2" and 110 pounds, so it doesn't take much. So tonight we're having a family dinner and we're going to tell everyone. Just the close family, which includes, of course, our five (we do consider Luca and Elena ours, even if it is temporary), Blake and Alison, Amai, Jesse, Julia, Gabe, and Ruby and Luna. We invited Tom and Jess, but they couldn't come, and Juanita couldn't come either.
So I told the people that couldn't come and swore them to secrecy. That included Juanita, Tom, and Jess. Oh, and Isaiah and Meili and their kids. They had plans tonight. More important, I told Morgan and Sophia. I told them in person, which means that Leslie actually already knows but has been good about keeping the secret. We took the HPlane over yesterday and had lunch with them. Damn I love that plane.
Oh, we could have expanded the circle, but this is our close family that's, well, always here. I got to pick the menu tonight and we were doing fajitas. Ha! I'll bet you expected lobster.
OK, we did have lobster in the fajitas, if you wanted, but still. Finally we all had our food and were sitting around the big table in the kitchen. It's a BIG table.
"We got you all together tonight to make an announcement," I said. "I'm pregnant." Everyone just looked at me, like they were expecting more.
"That's it? That's the big announcement? We all knew that," said Orlando.
"Did you tell?," I said, looking at Leslie.
"No way," said Leslie. "But I already knew too. I just didn't want to take away the joy. Mom, you stopped having unprotected sex with anyone but Dad. Then about six weeks ago, unprotected sex was suddenly OK again, but that's when you stopped drinking wine. Mom, you gave up wine. There is only one thing for which you would give up wine. So, it was pretty easy to figure out."
Yeah, they had me there. Once we knew I was pregnant, we didn't need the condoms anymore and, yes, I gave up wine during the pregnancy.
"Well OK," I said. "I guess it was pretty obvious, wasn't it? After lunch, anybody want to fuck me?" Yeah, a few did. Quite a few did. Pregnant chicks are hot.
"Do you want a boy or a girl?," asked Ruby.
"Healthy," said Bob. "All we care about is healthy. We have some experience with both."
"What about, you know, fun?," asked Gabe. "How are you going to handle that?" Wow, we hadn't exactly thought of that. Good question.
"That's a good question, Gabe," said Bob. "We won't have to figure that out quickly. Probably just be more discreet. If they get introduced young, it won't be by us. It can't be by us. It will need to be someone near their age."
"I'll do it," said Ruby. Sure you will Ruby. Sure you will.
"Let's not worry about that yet," I said. "I just know being pregnant has made me horny, so somebody finish their lunch that can fuck me." Probably not fair, since I was pretty insatiable before I was pregnant. One change though was I wanted, I loved, and I needed cum. In me, on me, and down my throat. Cum, cum, cum, and lots of it. Maybe I should make that clear.
"OK, listen up," I said. "One thing about being pregnant is I am having cravings. Most women crave pickles and ice cream and shit like that. Not me. I crave cum. In me, on me, and preferably down my throat. So, I'm asking everyone here, and all our extended friends, to provide me as much cum as they can, as often as they can. Now, that doesn't mean I don't like girl cum too. That's a pretty damn close second, so just know if you happen to walk by me in the next few months, the odds are I am going to rip your clothes off and go down on you, no matter who you are."
The group seemed to find that acceptable. Just then Bob's team all walked in the kitchen.
"We heard that and are happy to help. Congratulations, by the way," said Denny. "Want some now?" With that, he dropped his shorts and was hard as a rock. Yes, yes I did. I walked over and got on my knees and proceeded to blow him right then, in front of everyone. I could feel him getting close, so I pulled off and took the facial, but with my mouth open. It was wonderful. Ruby ran over and started licking my face clean, but understood the new rules and pushed it all back into my mouth in a kiss. OK, those were the old rules too. Suddenly I was surrounded by a bunch of naked men, all hard. I stood up.
"Did you girls not listen?," I said. "Girl cum too. Into the living room everyone. I want a girl under me and a guy fucking me. Right now."
I walked into the living room and everyone followed me. The men actually politely got into line and one after the other fucked me. They all pulled out before they came and fed their cum to me from the tap, so to speak. Bob, Orlando, Blake, Gabe, Amai, Jesse, Denny (again!), Alex. I changed positions onto my back, and had a series of women and girls on my face. If I was going to eat them, I wanted the juices flowing into my mouth. Ruby, Leslie, Julia, Chris, Alison, Luna, Meg, Amelia.
Every single one of them. When we were finally done and then men were, well, all out (three times for most of them), I turned to Chris.
"Call Noah. Get his family over here," I said. "I'm not done."
So she did. And they did.
I hadn't seen Grace in way too long. Certainly not since I became Prince Orlando. Yes, you have to capitalize it. It wouldn't be that long before she'd be Princess Grace. Oh, did I go there? Yes, yes I did. We talked and texted all the time, but our schedules were a mess. Finally I texted her and asked her if she was free for dinner the next day. She immediately replied that she was. Then I asked her where she was.
"Wouldn't that have been the first question?," she texted back. "I'm in LA."
"Nope. Didn't matter. I'll explain tomorrow. Leslie and Chris are coming to dinner. Hope that's OK. Meet us at the Burbank FBO at 4PM. We're going some place special and it takes a bit to get there. Ask your parents if you can spend the night. If so, bring a bag," I replied. That was a long text.
"OK, see you tomorrow at 4. I know they'll let me. Can't wait to SEE you all!," she replied. Oh capitilization is important.
We left our airport at 6:15PM local time. I avoided Mom all day. You know, saving some. We left from our airport. I still can't get over that, but damn it is convenient. It's like 10 minutes away by car. Two by helicopter. It only took about 40 minutes to fly to Burbank. That's actually a little slow, because the up and down isn't as fast as cruise. It was actually going to be a really late dinner for us, but that's OK. We snacked. Given we were going to eat in Tokyo, it was really going to be lunch, but, well, anyway.
We pulled up to the FBO and there was Grace, waiting outside, with Camila. Really? OK, I could live with that. I dropped the stairs and they ran up them.
"What in the hell is this?," said Camila, while I was hugging and kissing Grace. I guess that wasn't directed at me.
"Orlando will explain," said Leslie, after hugging them both. Chris did too. "Get strapped in. We're heading right back out."
By then Chris had the door latched and the girls headed up front. We took off pretty quick. My guess is that ground control routed the cool hypersonic plane to the front of the line. We'd sure gotten our pictures taken at the FBO. Someone had already setup a website to track "Hypersonic sightings". They were going to be sorely disappointed, as it will usually be parked in the hanger at our airport. I did check, though, and our landing at Burbank was dutifully logged, with a picture. I was at the top of the stairs and Camila and Grace were climbing the stairs. I showed it to them and they laughed.
"What is Hypersonic Sightings and why are they tracking you? Every picture is of your plane or one just like it. Paris, London, Sydney," said Camila. "This is creepy."
"It is definitely us, as this is the only plane like this," I said. "It's called Hypersonic, because that's what this is, a hypersonic plane. It's the only one and probably will be for the next few years until they can bring the cost down."
"OK, I'll bite," said Grace. "What's a hypersonic plane?"
"I'll answer that," said Chris, who had just walked out from the cockpit. "Hypersonic means it is faster than the speed of sound, by quite a bit. The plane cruises at Mach 6, which is just a touch under 5000 miles per hour. We're going just a little over that now, so we did break 5,000. I came out to get you, one at a time. The view from up here is like nothing you've ever seen. Grace, come with me. Oh, and you'll see that Leslie and I have oxygen masks on. Nothing is wrong, it's just required at this altitude that we have them immediately available."
"What altitude?," asked Camila.
"We're at 102,000 feet right now," said Chris. Bugeyes. You knew it. Grace walked forward. I'd seen it, but I still wanted my turn. Camila and I caught up for the 20 minutes or so Grace was up there and, no, I don't mean that way. I'd love to, but Grace comes first and Camila knows it. OK, we did kiss a little. And groped a little.
Grace came back out and waved Camila forward. 20 minutes. Not much we could accomplish in 20 minutes, but I had her sit down and I got on my knees. I suspect I looked like I was going to propose. Soon. I lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. I slid a finger in and leaned down and sucked on her clit. I got a nice motion going and we didn't need the entire 20 minutes. Not even close. She came, hard. Once she settled down, she stood up and motioned for me to sit there. Who was I to argue? She pulled down my pants and took me in her mouth.
Which is right when Camila came back out. Looked like I was going to miss my turn looking at the view. Camila sat down next to me. I guess she was going to watch. Nope, she hiked up her skirt and started playing with herself. Damn, that was a nice view. We both came about the same time. Grace took it all and then got up to give me a kiss. Oh, nope, not me. You go girls.
I am one lucky son of a bitch.
Afterwards, Grace couldn't stop talking about it. No, not that. The view. It is that cool. Curvature of the earth and everything. It's almost like being in space. Right then, the seatbelt light went on.
"We're landing in Tokyo," I said. Even though we'd explained the speeds, the fact that we landed in Tokyo in just over an hour is a little mindbending.
"Well, I asked you to dinner, but it is lunch time in Tokyo," I said. "I hope that's OK." They both just sat there. We pulled over to the FBO and all piled into the helicopter and flew to the apartment. Hana and Haru were waiting for us with a hearty welcome. No, not that. Still not that. Yet. It was looking interesting, though, given what I had just happened. I knew that Grace was on board, which had, at the time, surprised me, and I knew Camila and I, but where would it go from here? It's not like we had anything to hide from her, except maybe the sibs playing. We'll see.
We went down to Taka and Miki's place and had a truly joyous lunch catching up. They welcomed Grace and Camila like old friends and by the end of lunch, they were. The girls and I were tired, but I would push through. I have no idea what time it was in Florida, half a world away. Chris and Leslie said we should go have fun, but they were going to take a nap, because we'd be leaving at 7PM local as they had lunch plans. They wouldn't tell us anything else, just said we'd sleep somewhere else. We agreed and headed out. We went to the Imperial Palace first and it was SO cool.
Then we went to the Ginzu district. Shopping. I LOVE SHOPPING. OK, I hate shopping, but I'd torture myself to be with Grace and Camila. Shopping kind of was torture, but my Amex got a workout. Of course I paid, I'm gentleman. We made it back to the apartment at 645, as promised, and hadn't eaten, according to our orders. Still nothing on where we were going, so we flew back to the airport and got on the plane. Chris turned right before closing the cockpit door.
"Once the seatbelt light goes off, you'll have an hour. Enjoy it," said Chris.
Oh we did, we did. I thought I had gone to heaven, as it was amazing. We went back into the Master Bedroom. Before I could even get the door closed, both of them were naked and on the bed, in a pretty serious 69. They'd planned well though, as Camila's head was at the foot of the bed, which meant Grace was kneeling over her, giving me quite a view. She wiggled that view, which certainly gave me a hint of what was on her mind. Oh, I was naked by then and hard. Surprised? Yeah, I know you aren't. I care for both of them so much, but I truly love Grace. I would never hurt her, which is why I slid my cock into Camila's mouth first. I needed it lubricated, alright? Then I slid it into Grace. Pure heaven. Sex is great, and you know I love sex, but it DOES have a special meaning with someone you love. Particularly when Camilia is licking your cock as it slides in and out. I tried everything to hold off. I imagined things no man should ever imagine, in hopes of holding off.
I didn't hold off. Finally I pulled out and what I'd left behind dripped down into Camila's mouth. Grace rolled off and spun around on the bed. Camila got the hint and also spun and rolled. If you've followed my description, you know that means they basically swapped spots, leaving another opportunity for me. I'm 14. I was already ready. Grace did suck me a bit. I liked it. She liked it. But then I slid into Camila. God, my life is wonderful. I lasted a little longer, and they certainly both went off repeatedly. Just was I finished, the intercom went off and told us we were landing and to get dressed and sit down.
So we did. Not even time for a shower, but we did clean each other up pretty well. We didn't even know where we were until Chris opened the door.
Paris. Cool.
"I wanted Thai food at our favorite restaurant. What can I say?," said Chris. Sure. Fly from Tokyo to Paris for Thai food.
"Wait. This means we'll have flown completely around the world," said Grace. Yep, we will. We did have a wonderful lunch and then headed back up to our apartment. We ran into the four kids in the elevator and they went nuts about getting to meet Camila and Grace. Camila gave me a look. Yeah, you know the look, and I just smiled right back at her. She hadn't played younger than Grace, so I couldn't say anything. Wouldn't say anything.
"Kids, do you want to come up to with us for a bit? Would that be OK with your parents?," said Camila. Oh boy.
"Sure!," they all said in unison. I texted Adrien and Brielle that they would be with us. Both just text back "Have fun", which I showed to Grace and Camila. They gave me big smiles. BIG smiles. Grace didn't surprise me, but Camila was clearly opening her boundaries.
It' been a long day, so you're just going to have to use your imagination. Let's just say those of us from Florida fell asleep before the others.
Amy here.
The kids just got home and told us about their around the world in two days tour. Crazy. Simply crazy. The new plane changed everything. Everything.
I wanted another one. Not for me, silly. I wanted it for Morgan. I missed her like crazy. I'd only been her Mom for less than two years, but she was a part of me. We saw her and now we could go to her more often, but if she had one of these, she could be home in an hour. A day trip would be trivial.
I wanted another one.
I called Bill.
"Bill, I want another one. I want Morgan to have one. I miss her. I want her to be able to come home on a whim," I said. "I want another one."
"Amy, I understand that, but there isn't another one. We built that one, and went back to the drawing board," said Bill. "We need to bring the cost down."
"But I want one. I don't care what it costs. Can't you build one more?," I asked.
"Sadly, no. We've repurposed the tooling as that plane didn't work, commercially. Oh it is an amazing plane and I'm glad you have it, but we could sell any except to you and we didn't come close to the price for which we should have sold it. My stockholders would not let me do that again anyway, although I admit the press Leslie is getting is outstanding," said Bill.
"Well I need you to think about it harder," I said. "Harder."
There was silence on the line, and I waited him out.
"OK. I will. I have one idea, but it is a million to one shot. I'll have to talk to the board," said Bill. "It may take me awhile, but I'll get back to you. For now the answer is no."
I hung up, disappointed. I understood everything he said, but I sure didn't have to like it, did I? I missed Morgan. I know the kids do too and Elena and Luca miss Sophia. Yeah, Luca can fly them over, but it is an all day event, so they can't do it for a quick drop in. It's better, but still not great. I get it, I really do. They're where they need to be. I guess I'll have to be content with visiting, but I feel like we're intruding. Or at least confusing their situation. Shit.
I puttered around the house for a bit, out of sorts. I think I made it worse by asking. Shit, shit. A couple hours passed and my cellphone rang. It was Bill. That was fast. Probably just going to reinforce no.
"Hi Bill. Did you fix it for me?," I said.
"Maybe. Here's the problem. It is going to cost you, but not in the way you think," said Bill. "And there are a lot of conditions."
"Go on," I said.
"We have another plane. Not the same plane. This one is smaller. Only seats 12, but it seems like that would work for you," said Bill. "But there would be two HUGE restrictions. First, you'd actually have to build a runway at Morgan's place and a hanger that could fit the plane. It only takes 4000 feet and it could be grass, but we'd prefer concrete. That's part of the first restriction, which is that you could ONLY fly the plane from that strip to your Florida strip. Nowhere else. This plane is still a secret. We can risk it, but that's the limitation."
"OK, I can live with that, assuming we can get a strip approved, but we're kind of magical. We'd probably build it long enough for the G650 and HPlane too," I said. "What's the other restriction? Other than we'd own three airports." I did laugh at that.
"Yeah, that's the easy one. The hard one is that every single person that sets foot on the plane has to have a minimum of Top Secret clearance with the US Government," said Bill.
"That's not hard, the entire extended family does. Heck, the 6 of us have diplomatic passports," I said.
"I know. You're not the problem. Sophia, Elena, and Luca are. They're Italian citizens. No way you'll get them clearance. The plane doesn't solve your problem if Sophia can't get on it, does it?," said Bill
Shit, no it doesn't. WTF. So close.
"Why all the secrecy?," I asked.
"I can tell you, because I know your clearance, but you cannot repeat this to anyone. Not Leslie, not Bob, no one. The release of the info has to personally come from me. Can you live with that?," said Bill.
"Yeah, I can," I said. "Because if I want them to know, you'll tell them." Bill laughed and agreed he would.
"So?," I said.
"I've gotten permission to give you access to the commercial version of the X43A spy plane. 12 seats. Scramjet. Low earth orbit. Mach 10," said Bill. I didn't exactly know what all that meant, but I knew Mach 10 was double the speed of the current plane that could get to London in an hour. But orbit?
"You're talking about a space plane. You're that far along? No one knows any of this," I said.
"Exactly," said Bill. "Which is why you have to shutup. I didn't think there was a chance in hell the board would agree, but they love what your family has done for our sales and for Bob's. It has been magical. Seriously magical. I don't know if you read in our annual report, but we disclosed that the primary reason for both our revenue growth and our stock growth was Leslie. Bob has the same note in his annual report. I should send you a copy and get her to autograph it. When they're ready to disclose the plane, the fact that your family had been flying it is golden. It does mean, though, that Morgan, Leslie, and Chris, and the rest of your immediate family if you want, has to go through a flight school like you've never experienced. Basically astronaut school. It's a bitch, but I have no worries that all of you could do it. Officially anyone that flies the plane will be on our payroll as a test pilot, although our $1 a year salary scale won't let you retire. It's three grueling weeks. If you're in, it starts Monday. Text me the names of who is coming. I'm limited to six, so I'd suggest your immediate family. We might be able to add Tom, Jess, etc. later, but maybe not."
Wow, this was a lot to process.
"I know this is a lot to process. There is one way for us to solve the major issue, but it is a big ask of Sophia and her family. It's also expensive, but not by your standards, and you don't care," said Bill.
Nope. Don't care.
"Security clearance is available to green card holders. There is a special visa program called EB-5 visas for foreign nationals that invest a million dollars in the US and that creates at least 10 documented jobs," said Bill. "So $3M for you. You'll have to gift it to them and take the tax hit, then they have to invest it. We can help arrange the investment to meet the program requirements. To be honest, the way the program works, but isn't advertised, is that the more you invest, the faster you are approved. I had my legal counsel do some homework, and if you gave them each $25M to invest, they'd be approved within the month. Faster than you could get trained on the plane. $75M," said Bill. "Are you in?" I laughed.
"You really have to ask that question?," I asked. "I'll get the ball rolling. You do what you have to do. The big issue is the airstrip in Oxford. I'll start with that. Chloe can make magic happen. We might have to buy some additional land."
As soon as I hung up, I called Chloe. I told her what I needed at Morgan's house. She asked some questions I couldn't answer but was good about my saying I couldn't say. She didn't have clearance. She promised to make the right phone calls and assured me she had made fantastic contacts in the town. She said that our building project had made a big difference on town tax receipts, so they kind of loved us. This would do even more for their tax base.
She texted me within the hour that it had been approved and it could be built within the month. I told her to go ahead and that I'd need a hanger for four G650s. I figured that was big enough for now. I texted Morgan and just told her we were building a runway and hanger at her house and I'd explain later. I just got a thumbs up emoji back. Not a single question. What's insane is our norm, so I wasn't surprised.
I called Jason and moved money around to move to Luca, Elena, and Sophia. He didn't even ask why I was giving away $75M. I suspect he figured it out.
Then I called Sophia using the phone (gasp!). I explained that I couldn't tell her exactly why, but I needed for her and her kids to have a US Green card. Her response? "OK". She didn't ask a single question and told me she'd just leave it up to me and she'd sign anything I needed for her and the kids.
"I trust you," said Sophia. "If you say we need this, we need this."
"I love you Sophia," I said. "I'm so happy you're part of our family. But there is another catch. I need Morgan for almost a month, starting immediately."
"That's OK. We'll survive. I'm going into finals, so honestly, some alone time will let me focus. She did so well in every class, she's exempt from finals," said Sophia. "Do you want me to tell her?"
"Sure," I said. "Tell her I'll text her where to be and when."
"OK," said Sophia. "Love you. Hug my kids." Oh I would. I called Bill back and told him we were on with all six. I guess I should tell them. He told me Charleston. I texted Morgan to be at the Boeing facility in Charleston Sunday afternoon. She sent me another thumbs up and a heart. Aw.
Then I went off to find everyone else. It took a bit even though they were all actually here for a change. It was lunch time, so we sat at the kitchen table. For the first time in forever, I had to tell Alison and anyone else that walked in that we needed privacy. I could share that we were discussing something that was Top Secret. They knew of our clearance.
"Really?," said Bob. "Top Secret?"
"Yep," I said, then told the whole story from beginning to end. Bill had cleared me to tell them. I thought Leslie was going to absolutely lose it.
"Space plane. We're getting a fucking space plane," said Leslie.
"Yes, but it is going to be Morgan's space plane," I said. "Can you live with that?" She just laughed and said she could, particularly given we couldn't fly it anywhere real. HER plane we could. Yeah, her plane.
We all flew up to Charleston on Sunday and they were right, the next three weeks was truly grueling. The underwater simulation of space walks was cool. There were actual provisions to do a space walk in the plane and we practiced it. Space walk. Us. Holy fuck. At first the test pilots that were training us were kind of pissed, but we all let Leslie go first, and that mellowed them out. The first day we went up as a group was amazing. We did an around the world flight in less than an hour. Seriously. Took off, flew around the world, landed. The view from the cockpit was truly amazing and we loved it. We flew above the Kármán line, which I learned was the boundary of space. 62 miles up. MILES!
I won't bore you with the details, although we did stay in a very nice suite at a nearby luxury hotel. A suite. All of us. Get it? Oh you got it. We'd really missed Morgan. REALLY missed her.
While we were still there, Sophia, Elena, and Luca got their green cards. On the day we finished our program, we got a notification that their security clearance went through. I love it when a plan comes together. I texted Alison to have Elena and Luca in our hanger at 10AM, but that she couldn't stay with them. I gave her credit, she didn't ask. I had already started the clearance process for our closest family, including Alison, Blake, Tom, Jess, Amai, and Juanita, plus Jesse, Julia, Gabe, and Ruby. That covered a lot of people, but shouldn't be a huge problem, I didn't think. They all knew it, which means they knew something was secret, and they were all being really good about it.
We took off from Charleston for Florida, with Morgan in the left seat and Leslie in the right. I thought it might upset Leslie, but she understood completely why this was Morgan's plane. We couldn't go too high, for that short a distance, so it worked very much like the HPlane. We did get there in just a few minutes. We landed and pulled right into the hanger, which was a requirement. When we dropped the stairs, we waved Luca and Elena on board. We were headed right to Oxfordshire. We'd explain on board. We took off and went almost vertical to get altitude and landed at the Farm 26 minutes later. 26 minutes!
Wowza.
Sophia was waiting in the hanger and we all greeted her with hugs then went in the house and explained everything. The 26 minute part floored her. Yeah, they could hop over for lunch and be back for an afternoon class. Oh, did I never mention Morgan was a second year undergrad? She'd completed the first year in the first semester. The university was amazed, but loved it. She was busting her ass, but would graduate with her undergraduate degree when Sophia got her graduate degree, 18 months from now.
Anyway, my phone said it was Bill, the CEO of Boeing. Of course, I answered.
"Hi, Bill," I said. "I'm so excited because..."
Shit, he just cut me off.
"I'm sorry, but this is an emergency. A huge emergency and the time we have left is measured in minutes. We know the space plane is in the air, which means it will be at your airport in just a few minutes. We need either Leslie or Chris, or preferably both, at the airport when they arrive. We need them in full pressure suits. Have somebody waiting to immediately gas up the plane with full tanks. Put the phone down and come back when you have that all arranged and move fast. I'll explain when I can, but DO IT," said Bill. "Pick up the phone when you are ON a helicopter going to your airport with whichever one you have with you."
Damn, I have no idea what was going on, but I called out Chris' name loudly and told her to RUN to me. I knew Leslie wasn't home, and it sounded like we didn't have time to wait for her. She was with Orlando and had the HPlane if we needed her. Chris ran up and I motioned her to follow me. We ran to a cart and I drove to the helipad. On the way, I told her that we were flying to our airport, there was an emergency, Bill was on the phone, and he'd explain once we were in the air. We took off quickly, without even a preflight, which clearly bugged Chris, but she understood she needed to.
"Chris is here with me, Bill, and we're in the air. You're coming through our headsets," I said.
"OK, just listen. No questions until I am done. This is a major emergency and only you can fix it," he said. "We've already radioed Morgan and told her to hold at the airport, and to gas up the plane. We told her to put on her EVA suit and wait," said Bill. Her EVA suit? What?
"Yeah, I'm sure you got the significance of the suit. The short version of the story is we lied to you. You don't have the only space plane. You just happen to have one of two. The other is military and WAY more secret than your clearance, but we don't have time to care. There was an accident on the plane, and they're in a deteriorating orbit and have no power. It was a complete fluke and couldn't possibly happen again, but it did happen. They will enter the atmosphere in 91 minutes and burn up. Morgan and Chris are absolutely their only hope. We need you to catch them. Their airlock has issues and can only be opened from the outside. Chris will have to EVA over, open it, and EVA back with the pilot and science officer that are on the plane. They'll tether to her. You can reach them in 19 minutes, so you're going to have to move fast once you take off. If you succeed, you're heroes. If you don't, than you don't. Our expectations are low, but we're hopeful. Chris, get me on the radio once you're in the air. Morgan already has the coordinates. Bob has explained all this to her. Get in the air. Now," said Bill.
We landed next to the plane, which was lined up on the runway, ready to go. Chris ran over and got onto the plane. I'll pass the pen to her.
"Go."
None of us had ever done an EVA before. Why the fuck would we? We'd played in a damn swimming pool. I didn't have time to even think of it. I latched my tether and opened the hatch and stepped out. Damn, this was disorienting. I'm fucking in space, outside the plane. I had to concentrate. I just focused on the door on the other plane and use the thrusters to glide over. Too fast and I could break the tether or slam into their plane. I got there quickly, and got instructions on how to open the door relayed over my suit radio. It was stuck, but I was able to open it. Two pilots were inside the door, and I could see their grins through their helmets. Damn, maybe we made it. They both handed me tethers and I clipped them to mine. I turned and they stepped out. I had all three of our lives in my hands now. I used the thrusters, but we didn't move. Shit, I had to goose it if we were going to all three move. Shit, shit, shit. I have it a big hit and then let off and we started moving. FAST. I reversed the thrusters, and both men actually grabbed my arms, thank God, as they would have flown right by me and absolutely ripped all our tethers off. It's not like this had ever been practiced. I gently moved us forward and slowly got us back to our plane. They went in first and untethered and started to pull me in.
"Get in fast and get the door shut," yelled Morgan through the radio. I turned to shut the door and saw why. The other plane was starting to glow. Shit we were rentering uncontrolled. I got the door shut and latched and yelled go.
Morgan hit it and got us altitude. The three of us were floating and slammed into the back wall, but we were OK. Morgan got us up a bit and came back to check on us. We did it. We got them out. We all looked out the window and saw their plane burst into a fireball.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
We actually sat down for a minute and then we all stripped off our EVA suits. That's when I realized I was wearing my tankini that was still soaking wet with pool water. That required a little explanation. We actually all sat there in silence for a bit. Morgan said we did an orbit before we moved. Finally she told us to strap in and she went forward and took us down, to our airport. We didn't know where else to go. We landed and pulled into the hanger and saw the HPlane was there. Mom, Dad, Sophia, Orlando, Luca, Elena and Leslie were all waiting for us. The only people that could legally BE waiting for us. We put the stairs down and Morgan and I went down first, to huge hugs from everyone. The two men came down and got the same hugs, which clearly confused them, but I am pretty sure they enjoyed them. We did introductions and found out they were Darin and Mitch.
"OK, we know your names now, but who in the fuck are you?," said Darin. "As far as we knew, we were flying the only space plane in existence. We didn't even have radios. We were just waiting to die. We looked out the window and thought you were an apparition. Then this young lady opens the door and takes our tethers and a half hour later we're in a hanger next to what I know is the only hypersonic plane. I repeat, who in the absolute fuck are you?"
"I have to add a couple more questions," said Mitch. "This young woman, who was our pilot, can't be out of her teens. That's confusing enough, but this young woman, who saved us, likely isn't even a teenager yet. Oh, and was wearing a wet bathing suit. What the fuck?"
"OK, here's the deal," said Mom. "We will explain all that. Your team is on their way here, but won't be here for several hours. We're going to take you to our house, and have a nice dinner, and explain everything." With that, Mom led us out and onto the helicopter. They were both very confused when Leslie and I went into the cockpit. Tankini or not, no one would recognize me as the kingmaker. We got to the house to a new round of WTFs from the pilots. We took them up to the house and Alison had dinner waiting -- a standing rib and lobster. Sure. Who wouldn't have a standing rib and lobster waiting?
Time from our swimming pool, into space, and back to our kitchen table? Less than two hours. Including our extra orbit. It turns out no one but Mom knew the story. Mom told it and we just sat there and listened. She filled in some blanks even for me. We'd had to ask Alison to leave, as she couldn't hear ANY of this.
"I admit I am no clearer on what is going on. We're at a resort that appears to be your house. There is a car museum attached to your living room. We were flown here in a helicopter with our preteen savior in the pilot seat and another child in the copilot seat," said Mitch.
"Hey, I'm 12," said Leslie.
"Me too," I said, with a smile. I don't think that helped.
It was clear that everything that happened to Darin and Mitch had caught up with them. Mom told Orlando to take them back to the closet and to show them where they could shower. He said he'd take them to the locker room.
They were gone about 40 minutes. 40 minutes? Oh. Can't blame them. Two hours ago they were sure they were going to die. Just then, Mom got a text. She called out to Alison, who walked back in.
"Please take the helicopter to our airport to pick up some people flying in. There will be two jets arriving any minute. Bring all of them back," said Mom.
"I can't. You know I can't. I'm not cleared for your airport anymore," said Alison.
"You are now. You, Blake, Tom, and Jess are now cleared. This was an emergency," said Mom. "You'll see some weird shit. Don't say a word to anyone, including the people you pick up. We'll explain later."
With that Alison left the room and we heard the whoop-whoop. Given that it is only five miles away, she wasn't gone very long. Alison walked back in, followed by Bill and Bob. Not our Bob. That's always confusing. Maybe I'll just call him Cessna. Behind them was Joe D and Heather. Oh boy. They all walked up and Morgan and I got a hug from each of them, in turn. I'm pretty sure seeing Joe D and Heather hug us was confusing to Darin and Mitch. So was the fact that we didn't do introductions, except to THEM, who had never met them. Finally we all sat down in the living room, but not before the four newcomers got plates full of food. Well, prime rib and lobster, you know. They ate while we talked. I was surprised, they didn't even make Luca and Elena leave the room.
"OK," said Joe D. "We're going to catch you up, but first I just have to say thank you. You saved Darin and Mitch's lives. You did it unselfishly, in less than 91 minutes, and not one of you asked a single question. You just did it. Chris, you did a fucking space walk to save them. There is no fucking way you were prepared to do a space walk, but you did. Morgan, you flew a space plane into orbit and caught a disabled plane. That's unheard of. We told you what to do, and you didn't question it, you just did it. You let your sister EVA, still without a single question. I know your family hates this word, but you're truly heroes, and no one will ever know. I let Luca and Elena stay, because they needed to hear this too. All of you do. What happened today will be secret for a 25 years. It's been locked down that long. The fact that you have a space plane is a big secret. The fact we had another one is off the charts. Now, we should probably take yours back, but we're not going to. You don't take things from heroes."
That little speech caused bedlam. Bedlam happens a lot. Finally Dad shouted everyone down.
"You have got to back up. I have no idea what is going on, but I just heard the words that Chris did a freaking space walk. In space," said Dad. "Back the fuck up to the beginning." There was some heat in his words.
"I'll take this," said Heather.
"This afternoon, Bill called Amy with an emergency that only your family could solve. Literally only your family. The Air Force had, and I stress had, a space plane, just like yours. Just the one. These two gentlemen were in it where there was a freak accident with an experiment they were running. It had nothing to do with the plane itself, but disabled the plane. Completely. Including radios. They could do absolutely nothing, but knew that they were going to die soon when their plane burned up in the atmosphere. We didn't even have a way to tell them we were trying to send help. No one knew of your plane."
"We hoped your family could save them. We knew from telemetry that Morgan was in the air and would soon land here. That was perfect, as we needed another trained pilot. We preferred Leslie or Chris based on their experience, and it turned out to be Chris. They had 91 minutes from that first phone call to the plane burning up. 91. I don't know the details exactly, and Morgan and Chris can tell us, but they were in the air mere minutes later. Morgan flew the plane next to the disabled plane and Chris did a space walk to open these men's hatch and to bring them back. They closed the door and gained altitude with less than a minute to spare. I'm guessing they saw our plane explode."
We all just nodded that we had.
Mom and Dad just looked at us. Yeah, we'd done that. I think it hit Morgan and me now too, as I just shivered. I'd fucking done a space walk. A space. Walk.
Fuck.
"Is anyone going to tell us why children have a space plane? Oh, we're very grateful they do, but children?," said Mitch.
"Because they are not children in any way other than age," said Joe D. "You're Air Force. Surely you're aware of the winner of Top Gun this year."
"Sure," said Darin. "Although it sounds like an urban legend. An 11 year old girl, in an F22. After having repeatedly beaten General Shaw. Then she flew with the Blue Angels and taught THEM how to do an inverted loop in an F/A 18. It's legendary." He turned to me.
"Was that you?," he asked.
"No," I said. Yeah, that confused them.
"That was me," said Leslie. "But I wasn't home. I was in Paris, with Orlando, having lunch. We flew back when Mom called us."
"Who is Orlando?," said Mitch. Orlando raised his hand. Both Darin and Mitch smiled. Yeah, they did. No one volunteered he was 14. Especially not Mom and Dad, who saw them come out together. We're not stupid.
"So you were in Paris, with your brother in your hypersonic plane, having lunch, so your sisters had to come save us in your space plane," said Mitch. "Do I have that right?"
Everyone around the table just nodded, including our four visitors.
"Well, none of that makes one bit of sense, but thank you, from the bottom of my heart. From the bottom of our hearts," said Mitch. "You saved us. Although that little burst you did got us going a little fast."
Yeah, I laughed, but it damn near killed us all. I wasn't telling that story to anyone.
"Wait, I have one more question. Oh, I probably have more, but this is my next one," said Darin. "There was a 747 in the hanger. Right next to your hypersonic plane and your space plane. Yeah, I just said that. Who does the 747 belong to?" Leslie raised her hand.
"Sure, sure, the 747 belongs to one of the 12 year olds," said Y. "Why the fuck not? What airport is that? How can you park a space plane at an airport?"
"Oh, that's our airport," said Mom.
"You own an airport," said Darin. Mom just smiled and nodded. "An airport where you can land a space plane, a hypersonic plane, and a 747." She smiled and nodded again.
"They're also the King and Queen of Dionysus," said Heather. That didn't help.
"You know, I think I'm just going to have dessert," said Darin, getting up and walking over to the cake that Alison had put out.
"Me too," said Mitch. "I will never, ever understand this."
Yeah, probably not. As we like to say, roll with it. As it turns out, the whole thing was not quite as secret as we thought. An amateur astronomer happened to be looking into the sky with a decent telescope with his camera attached. He'd been attracted to a flash of light, he said, and when he focused on the spot, he saw the two planes. He had turned on the video, and actually had a video of my space walk and the return with the two pilots. He filmed all the way through the explosion of the other space plane. All the networks showed it. Every other country legitimately denied knowledge of the planes.
Our country lied. What were they going to do? Admit a space plane? There was a lot of discussion about whether we could ever fly ours again, but finally they decided we were grounded for a month, and could then fly, with the same restrictions. Whew, dodged a bullet there, but honestly, we would have given up the plane if that was the only way to save them. You know we would.
And they'd done it. No questions asked. Damn. Hot damn.
I admit, I was glad when the six guests left though. I was horny. It all made me horny. Right now, air makes me horny. We all let loose our emotions. Yeah, I got all the attention. I'd missed Sophia and Morgan, so they got special attention. Every male fucked me. So did Amai, who while a woman, has the skills. I'd say I was dripping, but one way or another, it all ended up in my stomach.
Cravings are fun.
I had to calm down, though, because we were heading back to Dionysus today. Apparently the challenges in the Greek economy meant many talented craftsmen and women were immediately available and willing to work odd hours and live onsite in the barracks. Yes, the army barracks. It felt a little weird, but Chloe assured us that we paid extraordinarily well and that every one of them was grateful for the opportunity. She also mentioned something about Antonio shipping in a bunch of wine. Yeah, that helped. As Chloe put it.
"It's done."
Damn. Oh, it was going to be a celebration. Remember, we'd all been so careful for so long. This was finally one place where we didn't have to be careful. At all. Not only was it private and exclusive, the island defenses kicked in too. Hell, nothing we did in our country was illegal, although that's not the argument we wanted to make.
Remember the party we had on the cruise to Morgan and Sophia's place? The party of all parties. A kindergarten birthday party in comparison. Morgan had gotten permission to make Dionysus a destination for her plane. In a month, since we were grounded for now. After all, it not only had a big hanger, but we had an Army, a Navy, and an Air Force. And yes, Leslie had blown some more shit up. She's also taught Orlando and Chris how to fly an F-16. They were out over the Mediterranean doing simulated dog fights. A lot. It did take some coordination with Greece, Turkey, and Italy, as it freaked them out. They stayed away from Syria too. Somehow we had them painted in the livery of the Kingdom of Dionysys (you know, white with a red stripe and our crest). Oddly, that seemed to help.
Luna had arranged for a master switchboard for the Kingdom, with a local Greek number. She'd also arranged our country code, .ds. It wasn't used, so we snatched it up. I am pretty sure we're the only country that used GoDaddy. We had a beautiful information website about our country already, complete with pictures, nice narrative, and a note sharing that the country was not accepting any visas at this time.
Yeah, no. Probably never.
Chloe had outdone herself. The main resort had fourteen three bedroom apartments. Yes, 42 bedrooms. There were also a dozen cottages, half two bedroom and half three bedroom. There was a double Olympic size pool, and the cottages would all be getting pools, but not until after the party.
The crown jewel, though, was the cottages on stilts. Another dozen, all two bedrooms. That was the sweet spot for stilts. Each had a large popup dock a small jet boat. Some Yamaha. Some Scarab. All pretty fast. I know I wanted a house on the water too, so maybe only our lanai could be on stilts. Chloe and Ben would figure it out.
Hell, it was like it was a country or something.
The marina off the beach had been loaded with toys too. Wake boats. Wave runners. Parasails. Jetpacks. Yeah, jet powered boots. They looked amazing, but maybe not while I'm pregnant.
Jase and Ileana's house was done too. They had worked with Chloe to make it the first of what could be a small village. It was on the next island. The one that was rolling prairie and amazing beaches. Their house was actually right on the beach, with their own deep water dock with a lift for the 52 and 37. Hell yeah.
When we first arrived, Bob and I sat down with Jase and Ileana. They were clearly nervous, but we didn't know why.
"Come on, just tell us," I said. "There is nothing you could say that would upset us except that you were quitting. I'll even take a guess, since it is clear that Chloe built your house as what could be the first of a small village on the water. You're lonely. You have friends, maybe even friends with families, and you want to know if they can move to the island. Your friends play, even with their kids, and you're confident they'd fit right in with our family."
That got me shocked looks from everyone, including Bob. Does he not remember I can read minds? OK, maybe just read people.
They were honest that, yes, they were lonely. They had a large circle of friends. You know, FRIENDS, most of whom had children. They were clear that they didn't want charity, but would do it slowly. Some of their friends were in construction, and all of their friends would pitch in.
Yeah, I admit I laughed. I'm pregnant, OK?
"I'm so sorry. That wasn't a laugh at the idea, at all," I said. "In fact, it is incredibly thoughtful but completely unnecessary. We love the idea. It is a waste to have this glorious island nation and not have people enjoying it. If we're going to do it, we're going to do it right, but that is going to include some pretty serious background checks, and that includes that they won't out us all."
They both agreed that was necessary, even for their close friends.
"In your wildest dreams, how many families would we be talking about?," I asked.
They looked at each other and finally came to some conclusion.
"There are 32 families that would move tomorrow. We suspect a few would fall out, just because it is a big move. A few will probably fail the background check, but we couldn't tell you who," said Ileana. "We also realize that we all would have to be careful. It would need to be a little insular, but we'd figure out a way so people could have guests and we'd all be on our best behavior. We're sure there will be times when you will have guests that are not into the lifestyle too. We're cool with that. It would just move things inside. Heck, sand in your privates isn't that fun."
"I have some more questions, if you don't mind," I said. They just smiled. They were clearly getting into the discussion. Bob was just listening, but I knew he'd jump in with ideas. He was looking something up on his phone too.
"Are any of the parents teachers?," I asked. "Have you thought about school?"
"All the families thought they would just home school," said Jase. "But yes, of the 64 parents, at least a half dozen are school teachers. We can find out though. From memory, those six cover a good age range and subject range. Oh, some are same sex couples. Is that an issue?"
"The Kingdom of Dionysus fully supports love is love," said Bob, in his pompous king voice. He practices it. "Seriously, no, not a problem. Very inclusive."
"Back to schools, we'll build a small school," I said. "What about healthcare professionals?"
"Three are doctors and several are nurses," said Ileana.
"OK, then we'll need a small clinic," I said. "Are any comfortable working a more retail job, like a grocery?"
"Sure. Lots of them," said Jase.
"OK, we'll build a small general store, as you'll need to have access to stuff without a trip to the mainland," I said. "We'll figure out other things, but we'll build a town square with at least those three things," I said. "Bob, what are you looking up?"
"A car ferry," he said. "They're pretty reasonably priced. If a few of your friends have boat experience, that would be helpful. A small ferry that could handle the entire town's cars isn't that bad. Let's do that."
Seemed like a good idea. We were far enough along that we pulled Chloe into the conversation. She loved the idea of building a whole town.
"I'll need to know family sizes to figure out what size houses to build. I'll overbuild them all, as you know some people will decide it isn't for them, and you know you'll find a few more to add. I'll build a half dozen extras, and they can use them for guest houses," said Chloe.
"That sounds wonderful, but we can't possibly afford all that, especially the kind of houses you'd design," said Ileana. "But a school, and all that and a ferry? That's well beyond us all."
This time it was Chloe that laughed. She turned to Bob and me.
"They think they're paying for this?," said Chloe. "You haven't told them you were doing it all yet?"
We just smiled.
"No, we hadn't gotten to that part of the conversation yet," said Bob, with a smile. Chloe turned back to them.
"They love the idea, I can see it in their smiles. They're paying for everything. They'll lease everyone the houses, and they'll set the rent at just enough to cover maintenance. Hell, they'd make them rent free, but they're probably concerned you and your friends would balk. I'm willing to bet Bob's already ordered the ferry, haven't you Bob?," said Chloe.
Bob just smiled sheepishly.
"Well that's good, because the ferry will be perfect to bring over building materials. I'll put together ideas for houses of various sizes. I've been designing my dream houses since I was about ten. I have dozens of them. I'll print them off and we can go through them. I hate cookie cutter houses. This is going to be one cool village. I think I'll do a health club with an indoor and an outdoor pool too," said Chloe. "Let's all think on what else a town needs too. You'll need a gas station and a car repair place. Surely someone in this group could run those. You'll need a library, but that can be part of the school. Someone will need to open a pool repair and cleaning service, since all the houses will have pools. Oh, you'll need a great playground. That will be fun. Let's get everyone together and we can have the kids design the ultimate playground. It will have to have soccer fields, and baseball fields, and basketball courts, and tennis courts. This is going to be a ball."
"She can't possibly be serious," said Ileana.
"Why? They all sound like great ideas to me," said Bob. I just smiled and nodded.
"We'll need a full-time staff at the resort too," said Bob. "If any of your friends are in hospitality, we need everything from maids to chefs to maintenance. Everything you need to run a resort. Even if we're not here, our friends will be." He looked at something else on his phone.
"I found a nice website of businesses needed in a small town. We'll want to meet everyone and yes, we need to approve them, but you understand that. I'll bet a bunch of them would like to run small businesses. This is a cool list. You definitely need a small diner, so people can go out. No, scratch that. We'll just do the restaurant in the resort. We'll make sure there are 'resident' prices so everyone can go at least a couple times a week. You need a small pharmacy, but that can be in the clinic. You need a small clothing store, but most of that can be purchased on the mainland. With the ferry, you really only need the stuff you could need on short notice. Oh, you need a volunteer fire department. Chloe, you need to build a firehouse and buy the right fire trucks. We'll need advice on that. We'll need electricity, water, sewer, all the infrastructure. Call Elon and let's get his team to do everything solar and wind, but on a larger scale. Let's also make sure the town can scale. 30 or so families is a nice start, but it will probably grow."
"Ok, we're getting into the weeds," Bob said. "Why don't we do this. We're staying for awhile. Why don't you invite the families to dinner, maybe a couple families at a time. We'll get to know them. The kids can meet kids and we can see if we think they're a good fit. No pressure on any of them to play, but it's on the table, for sure."
"I like that idea," I said. "But why don't we invite them all to the party first. Let's not announce anything yet, just that Jase and Ileana are having a party for their special friends. That way we need them without pressure. How many total, with kids, roughly?"
Jase and Ileana talked about it a bit.
"About 140 total, give or take," said Ileana.
We were sitting in the resort kitchen, which had a big family table. That's where we'd been eating most meals. I called for Luna or Amai, and they both wandered in. We told them the basics, and that we needed to add 140 to the party. They said they'd have Jenny pick them all up, and we could run them back at various times, in case some wanted to leave early. Nobody seemed that bothered that we were adding 140 people.
It's 10AM. Yum. All those different tangs. At least half of them had cum in me and then sucked it out and passed it to me in a kiss. I liked that. I think I rode the wave for a solid hour. The baby is having a rocking good time.
Right now I am reclining by the pool. Naked. Probably not a good way to take a break, because naked pregnant women apparently turn everyone on. Everyone. From the youngest to the oldest. From Nicolo to Billy. No, that's not fair. Nova's younger.
Her too.
My phone rang, which surprised me. Who did I know that wasn't here or on their way? Bill. Boeing Bill. Hope they don't need another freaking space walk. I picked up the phone and said hello.
"Hi Amy. Bill here," said Bill. Yeah, dude. Callerid. "Sorry Bob and I couldn't come. We really wish we could have. We haven't seen your family in way too long and you STILL haven't met our grandkids. Did I hear you were pregnant?" I confirmed I was and we chatted a bit.
"Anyway, I only have a minute, but wanted to share something I think you'll like. The reasons are complicated, but we declassified your plane," he said. "You can fly it anywhere you want and land anywhere you want. Heck, take all your friends in space if you want."
Damn. That's awesome and I told him so. He laughed and made his goodbyes, but not before reminding me that Leslie would want it now.
Yeah, she would. Actually, Morgan would probably trade her the Hplane. From Oxfordshire, the difference was minutes and Leslie would use it more, because we would use it more. I texted them both to come talk to me. It was only a minute or two when they both walked up. Yep, naked. Damn they are fine looking young women.
"I have something to talk about, but one of you needs to get me off and the other needs to be on my face. Your pick," I said. They didn't even say a word. Leslie climbed up and sat right down and Morgan started licking away. Oh God I was sensitive. So was Leslie, as she came hard, squirting right in my mouth. Wonderful. I needed that. They both sat on the lounge beside me. Yes, we loved the big two person ones. Somehow them both sitting crosslegged next to me was turning me on again. I saw Santiago walking by and waved him over.
"I need to suck your cock," I said. He just smiled and offered it to me. I sat up and took him in my mouth. I put in my best efforts, which are pretty damn good, and he came in my mouth quickly. I swallowed every drop. OK, that should satisfy me long enough for a short conversation. Pregnancy was making me insatiable, and I already was!
"OK girls, I'd better get this out quickly, before another hard cock strolls by," I said. "I need you to do some things. First, talk to your Dad and have him add space rides to the app. Then work out who is going to fly when, so he can put the available times in. Then work out who is taking which plane home. I'm leaning towards Morgan taking the HPlane, since there are more pilots and more use with us, so we take the space plane."
"What?," said Leslie. "We can't take people for rides. Is the pregnancy affecting you?"
"Yes, and we'd better get this done, as I see Cam heading this way and I'll be busy," I said. "Bill called. Plane declassified. Fly and land it anywhere." With that, Cam walked up and I took him right in my mouth. The girls just watched. It didn't take long, and I swallowed another load. Yum. I turned back to the girls.
"OK," said Morgan. "We agree. I'll take the HPlane. Leslie can take the Space plane. We'll go give rides." With that, they both got up and wandered off. Not ten minutes later, I saw the plane take off.
Where is the Guiness Book of World records when you need them? We were determined to fuck in space. Can you believe we hadn't done it yet? What's up with that?
Leslie, Sophia, Chris, Orlando, and I were all on board. We were going to let Leslie do the honors and go first. We decided that since it might actually become public someday, she should not start with Orlando.
Twelve passengers. Three were Sophia, Chris, and Orlando. That allowed us nine more cocks, err seats. You'd think we would have put a lot of thought into which cocks, but honestly, we just grabbed people on our way to the plane. It ended up being a nice group though.
Noah, Amai, Tim (would a BBC be easier or harder in space? Well, not harder, more difficult), Hunter, Juanita, Gabe, Jake, Blake (hey, that rhymes), and Nicolo. Yeah, all cock sizes in space. That could be the porn movies "ALL COCK SIZES IN SPACE". Yeah, you'd have to capitalize it.
Since we had four pilots on board, we could take turns, so to speak. Orlando volunteered to stay in the cockpit (tee hee) for the first time and Leslie got to pick her partner. She went with skilled but modestly sized and picked Hunter. There was something there. Age appropriate too. It was hilarious when I came out of the cabin, as everyone was naked. They'd carefully stowed their clothes as they'd be floating.
Hmm. Weightless clearly has a side effect. There wasn't a cock that hadn't gained both length and girth. I think they were all proud of that.
Hunter and Leslie were floating right in the middle of a crowd. They were trying missionary, and he did manage to get it in, but every time he pumped it made them fly around the cabin, to the point that they were banging into walls. Hmm, this was a problem but hilarious. They tried variation and were enjoying it, but it wasn't very effective. They stopped and we talked about it.
Finally they decided to try the Velcro socks. The floor was a soft carpet, but we had slipper socks that had Velcro on the bottom. You could walk, with a rip, rip, rip with each step. Leslie bent over a couch, and Hunter entered her from behind.
It worked! Damn, that was sexy. Well, I do like watching people fuck. I grabbed Tim's hand and he already had two pairs of socks ready. I looked over and Sophia had paired off with Amai. Chris, to no one's surprise, was with Noah.
I don't know if space made a difference, but Tim came pretty fast and so did the other guys. When Tim slipped out, Jake slipped right in. I saw Nicolo pumping into Leslie, Blake doing it with Sophia, and Gabe getting a turn with Chris. Once Jake finished, I found panties and went to relieve Orlando. We had to be careful about floating cum. That could be messy and definitely bad in the cockpit. I'll pass the pen to Leslie.
Oh yeah, Tim filled me up with the extra size, but even Jake felt great. Once he was done, Amai took a turn with me, and Juanita fucked Sophia. Orlando was doing Chris. That actually meant all the men had cum, but space was restorative, as they all had two, yes two, more in them. It went around the room and I took a turn at the controls to let Morgan cum back (see what I did there?). Chris took the last turn and damn, we were all worn out. I had four loads in me.
That's when we realized the importance of clean up. One by one the girls all took a turn on the couch, with our Velcro sock covered feet on the floor. The men took turns licking us out. I think I came through two full orbits. I can attest that orgasms in space are powerful. I don't know if it was space, or just the cool factor, but damn I came hard. I even squirted, and Amai managed to swallow it all, which was good.
Finally it was time to go back to earth. Others would want rides, but in the words of a great philosopher, Neil Patrick Harris, it was legendary.
We had six pilots, but Mom was grounded for now, so the five of us (including Dad), did lots of sightseeing space flights over the next few days. By the end, every single person except Mom had fucked in space. Yeah, they enjoyed the view too, but fucking in space was too tempting.
Mom said she really needed to talk to her doctor about space. NASA had reached out and were very interested in learning more about a pregnant woman in space. Dad shared they also danced around sex in space until he was just blunt with them. He was careful, and married couples talk to them. Blake and Alison and Tom and Jess actually went to Houston after the party and were interviewed. What was hilarious was that Seth and Diego did too. It took them awhile but the NASA scientist finally admitted they wanted to interview a gay couple too. Yeah, butt fucking in space was important to NASA, or at least that scientist.
I can attest, butt fucking in space felt nice.
Tomorrow was the actual party. Yeah, officially the party hadn't started.
Damn.