Chapter 53 - The Call - Taking down the RAF
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24 January 2019

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No sex? OK with us

Heather here. H2. I have a new role to lead the hiring for teachers. Even though I teach full-time, I try to help in this area and helped enough they put me in charge. It works that way sometimes. I have a huge crew of teachers that volunteer to interview. We're hiring at a breakneck pace, as the communities are all growing so fast. We interview all over the world, and have opportunities in so many locations.

I'm more of a coordinator, but the volunteers do ask me to interview people that they view need a second opinion. I don't mean to rule them out, I mean to ensure they succeed. When they ask me to interview, they're telling me the want to hire the person, but see a reason to get a second opinion.

It doesn't happen often, as they're very good at it, and our failure rate is essentially zero. Once you're on Dionysus, regardless of where in the world, it is so spectacular that no one wants to mess it up. It's not just the money and the low cost of living, it's the entire package. It's not just the sex either, although our country is very sexual. In fact, that leads me to this candidate.

Karla was from Berlin and a fairly typical German. Proud of her heritage and reasonably strong willed. She spoke fluent English, which is a requirement in our school system. She was also quite striking, with long blonde hair and an incredible figure.

What had flipped her to me was that during the interview, when they discussed that the school system was very open about sex, she had mentioned that she was fine with it, but wouldn't participate, because she was asexual. Now, we're fine with anyone's sexuality, but we wanted to make sure she would be comfortable with the fact that she might see a kid walking down the hall covered in cum.

It wasn't an everyday occurrence, but it did happen. Hey, you walk into the nurse's office when Amy is helping out and you never know what you will find.

So, I took her to lunch at the coffee shop. I got her off campus, for a bit. Now she had come highly recommended, not just by someone that could ensure she wouldn't have issues with anything, but also by damn near everyone in her school system, including the superintendent of schools. You could tell by the tone of the letters that they didn't want to lose her, but were thrilled she could be getting the opportunity. Heck, I'd bet a decent percentage of them hoped we would reach out to them too.

And we might, if Karla suggested they would be a good fit. Remember, we needed lots of people.

Karla and I immediately clicked and I could see she would quickly become a friend. We had a lot of similar interests, including a weird love of Peter Sellers movies, particularly the Pink Panther series. Yeah, I liked the bumbling Inspector. My favorite of his movies was Being There and the mere fact that she knew what it was, let alone liked it was a hiring signal. We were halfway through lunch and I was still trying to figure out how to bring up the question when she did.

"I'm guessing we are here not because of our shared love of Peter Sellers, which is great, but because I shared I was asexual and Dionysus appears to be built on a foundation of one hell of a lot of sex," said Karla. Well, it was out there.

"Right to the point, aren't we, but yes, that's an important topic," I said. "No one in the entire country cares about your sexual orientation or that you're asexual. You'll never find a place that you liked more, from the perspective that a polite no always works. You'll never be pressured to do anything, or challenged about your sexuality. No one will make the argument that you just hadn't met them yet, which I'll bet you hear on an almost daily basis, particularly considering your appearance." She laughed.

"Sometimes several times a day," said Karla. "I've been here since yesterday morning, looking around, checking out houses and neighborhoods, and just people watching and talking to people. It truly hasn't happened once. Oh, I understood that it was common here to just put it out there about having casual sex, so a few, no quite a few, have been very direct, but I've never had to say anything other than no thank you. They didn't push me. They didn't run off. The conversation continued and I met a lot of really nice people. Men, women, couples. Heck, two women asked and let me tell you, if I was interested, they would have interested me. Not just that they were beautiful, but that they were so nice and genuine. We ended up having dinner together after they asked and it was wonderful. I have their names and numbers in my phone, and they even mentioned that the house down from them was available and I love it. Although something incredible happened yesterday, and I never thought it would. A young woman approached me and asked if I was interested in spending time with her. That's the way she put it. Very polite, very casual, leaving it open for me to read into it what I wanted. For the first time in my life, I felt a twinge. Not enough to pursue it, and I doubt I ever would, but she just had a presence that I've never felt before in my life. She couldn't have been more than 10 or 11 either. I don't find kids attractive at all. I can't explain it."

"Ruby," I said. Her eyes got huge.

"How in the heck did you know her name?" asked Karla.

"Ruby is special. So special. She's an incredible person in so many ways. If you needed help of any kind, no matter what, no matter what she was doing, she would be at your side helping. She is the most caring individual on the planet, bar none, and we have people like Chris Hayden that are a part of the royal family," I said. "Ruby has an energy, almost an aura, that makes people happy. You could be in your worst funk ever, after a terrible day, and five minutes with Ruby, talking about the weather, would turn it around. Oh, I guess I should also say that the sex is truly mind-blowing. I love my wife and our sex is amazing, but not Ruby amazing. We would both freely admit that. Everyone that's met her would freely admit that. Every person in this country that isn't asexual gets aroused just by saying the word Ruby. It must cause challenges at the jewelry store." She laughed at the last line, but I'll bet it does.

"Well that's helpful, because it was confusing. It wasn't a sexual attraction, it was just, well, almost a power I felt," said Karla. "Before the end of the conversation, she'd shared her phone number and offered to help me get acclimated to Dionysus and was just fine that I was asexual. I know I need to expect powerful young boys and girls, but Ruby appears to be special."

"Oh she is, but not by as much as you would expect. For example, one of our recent high school graduates is 4," I said. "That's at the young end, but 7 is actually pretty common. Wait until you meet Carlina! She's the champion driver in the Acura NSX racing series. She is also an accomplished pilot. She's 7. Our UN ambassador is 13, but she's Chris Hayden, and also runs the multibillion-dollar Hayden charity. Pick a kid. Any kid. They'll simply blow you away. I'm sure they explained that we follow a typical curriculum, but what we don't do is force people in by age. They're all too smart for that, and before you assume we cherry pick smart kids, we don't. We give them opportunity and every single one excels. Now, we're not sure if the sex has anything to do with it, but we believe it has to do with the overall way we treat them. We expect a lot. We challenge them. We give them responsibility. That's the norm. They accept that and run with it. It's pretty freaking spectacular and I simply love it. Now I am decidedly not asexual, so I enjoy the heck out of it, but my day teaching is simply wonderful. It will be like nothing you have ever experienced. Oh, they'll challenge you, and sometime be snarky, and even tell you that you're wrong, but if they do, you probably are."

"These kids read physics text books for fun," I added. "I know Nan is on to something in the physics world, but even if she talked to me about it, I wouldn't understand it. Oh, Nan is the 4-year-old. It feels like this is a fantastic fit for you."

"I think it is too, but am not sure it can work out. You see, I'm asexual, but I do have a partner and he has child," said Karla. "I don't know how that works. Is it OK to bring them? I would hope so, but don't quite understand."

"Didn't you tell anyone in the interview process?" I asked. She shook her head no.

"Of course they're welcome," I said. "They're your family. But you know Dioynsus now. How would they react. How old is the child?"

"Well, my partner is asexual too. He and I have a loving relationship, just without sex, and it works for us," said Karla. "His daughter, no our daughter, is 9. We haven't mentioned sexuality in any way to her, but she's not stupid. She understands there is something a little different with us. I suspect she is not only sexual, but interested at a young age, although I guess that's not young here."

"You know sex at 9 is up to the parents, right?" I said. "At 13, they're an adult, but until then, you set the boundaries. That said, no one has ever set a boundary beyond our country rules. Oral sex at 5. Full on sex at 7. In both cases, 9 to be with someone over 18, but she is. Can you live with that? I'm not suggesting you have to allow it, and no one would pressure her, but could you let her decide?"

She sat for a while. Quite a while, and I waited her out.

"How would she learn?" said Karla. "It's not like we could teach her. We don't even understand it. Well, he does, because obviously he had sex, but it was literally a onetime thing, he didn't like it, and she got pregnant and dumped Kina on us. We love her so much and are thrilled to have her in our lives, but it is going to be complicated."

I admit, I laughed, and got a shocked look.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said. "I didn't laugh at you. I laughed because our sex education program is pretty open and clear. No one is pressured, but they sure know who does what to whom and the mechanics. She'll learn. If she's really interested, and has your permission, be aware the odds are she'll get laid on her first day of school. No, that's not right. She has to be on birth control for one full cycle first."

"Birth control! She hasn't had a period yet," said Karla.

"Doesn't matter. Girls start at 8, to be safe, if they're going to be active. Everyone in the country gets STD tested monthly too. No exceptions. Same with vaccinations. There are no exceptions. We believe in them and everyone gets them or they don't move here. Simple."

She was clearly lost in thought, and we sat quietly and enjoyed our dessert.

"Are you offering me the job?" asked Karla. I gave her a big smile.

"Oh yes. We wouldn't be having lunch if we weren't. I don't interview people that haven't already been chosen. There are just too many people," I said. "In fact, we sure hope you'll make recommendations of others that would fit into our program, given it's unusual nature. We even have a recruiting bonus of $10K per person after they've been here for 6 months. You can start whenever you're ready and we'll arrange the entire move and cover all expenses. You can start this afternoon if you want."

This time she laughed.

"Well maybe not this afternoon, but I do think I am in. I need to talk to Karl, but I am pretty sure he's in, if for no other reason than we recognize that Kina needs to move faster than a traditional education can provide. The program is amazing."

"Why don't I have someone run you home this afternoon. You think about it and talk about it and let us know. There is no time limit. I do have a suggestion, though. Why don't I have Ruby fly you home. She could talk to Kina and answer any and all questions she has.

"She'd do that? She can do that? She's a pilot at 10 or 11?" said Karla.

"She came in second in the US Top Gun competition this year. Second to Princess Leslie, who has won it twice," I said. "Ruby can fly any and everything, including a space plane. In fact, give me a second." I checked the app and a space plane was available so I reserved it. Then I texted Ruby and asked if she could do it, and she replied she could. We agreed Ruby would pick Karla up here at the restaurant. She said she'd bring an overnight bag and could find a hotel if necessary, or fly back.

"Ruby's on her way. She's bringing an overnight bag, but if that is inconvenient, she can find a hotel," I said.

"Oh she can stay with us, but she'd have to share with Kina," said Karla. I smiled at her.

"She'll be fine with that, but be aware, that unless you tell Ruby no, Kina won't be as inexperienced in the morning as she was when they went to bed," I said. "Give Ruby boundaries. She'll live with them. You can trust her with your life."

"I think we'll leave that up to Kina," said Karla. Good for her. Oh, I forgot one thing.

"I forgot to ask. What does your partner do?" I asked. This time she did laugh.

"I laughed when you mentioned physics. He's a college physics professor and quite well respected, but he'd give it up for an opportunity for Kina," she said.

"Oh, that's great. I am confident we could ensure a position at Athens University. We have a lot of clout," I said.

"You could do that? You would do that?" she said. I smiled again.

"Hayden is pretty active in Athens. We want to be good neighbors. It's amazing how much the university likes people that donate $50 million," I said. That got a smile. Just then Ruby walked in. It was like a bad episode of Cheers, if you've ever seen the show. Damn near everyone in the coffee shop shouted out "Ruby". She actually took a bow, which was well received considering she was wearing a loose tank top without a bra.

Puffies. Ruby with puffies.

"Hi Heather. Hi Karla. I hear I'm the taxi driver tonight?" said Ruby, with an incandescent smile. I damn near melt from the smile. I actually heard a woman at the next table groan.

"Did she groan because of you Ruby?" asked Karla. That got another smile.

"Maybe. Let's see," said Ruby. With that she walked over to the young woman, who was probably mid-twenties, and gave her an incredible kiss. That got an even louder moan. Ruby walked back.

"Guess so," she said, with a laugh.

"Let's go meet your family and bring them back for a visit," said Ruby. "They'll enjoy the ride." I admit I laughed.

"Yes, I'm sure they will," I said. Karla was clearly confused, so Ruby cleared it up.

"I thought I'd take you all into space," said Ruby. "OK?" Yeah that got her a grin. Ruby held out her hand and Karla took it and they walked out together. I'll pass Ruby the pen.

Trippin' through space

Ruby here. I didn't mean to flash everyone. I really didn't. I didn't mind doing it, I just didn't intend to.

I do like my puffies though. I am sure they'll grow. Look at my mom's amazing D cups, but for now, they're so damn sensitive.

Tangent Ruby.

Karla brought me up to speed about Kina, her 9-year-old. She wasn't exactly encouraging me to seduce her, but she wasn't discouraging me either. I'm not a girl for hire, so I would just see what developed. I am, well, pretty insatiable, so something probably would. I'm honest with myself. I'd landed my helicopter at Gabe's house, so we took a cart over to pick it up. I really did need a house. Soon. It was being built. We were trying out some new techniques, including making it wheelchair accessible. I don't know why, but that was important to me.

Roll with it. Oh God, I didn't just type that about a wheelchair. I didn't mean it, I promise!

I explained that we were heading to my brother's house and Gabe and Carlina came out to say hi and introduced themselves to Karla. That got a lot of questions on the flight. Engaged is a pretty big deal when you consider Carlina is younger than Kina.

Then again, my having a helicopter got some discussion too. We flew over to the airport and traded it for one of the space planes. They are a blast to fly. They seat 12, and they're about the size of a G650, but you know, space. We didn't need to get high to get to Berlin, so I told her we'd save an orbit for when we picked up Karl and Kina. Lots of Ks in their family and what's up with Karl and Karla? Berlin was a rare city without a helicopter at the airport so we called an Uber. It felt a little weird. We got to their house just as Karl and Kina got home and did the introductions.

Kina already knew who I was. Apparently she followed my exploits. She actually called them exploits. I'm just a kid. Well, maybe not your average kid. I insisted on taking them out to a nice dinner and Mattias had helped me find a place and made reservations. Oh Mattias was my new major domo, and was supervising the house build. It was pretty handy having someone to help with things like this.

I'm freaking 11 and needed an assistant. Crazy. Mattias had found a French restaurant called Facil and it was supposed to be amazing. Yes, I'd packed an LBD (little black dress). For some reason all three of them were surprised the Hispanic girl from Florida spoke German. I had to explain languages on Dionysus to them. I'm speak over a dozen, like almost all my friends. I think the waitresses was even more surprised though, but I did see that look from the waitress. I was saving the receipt for this dinner. The waitress wrote her name and phone number. Remember when Cammy did that to Morgan. Yeah, I'd go there, just maybe not on this trip. Or maybe so. I'm guessing she just thought I was petite, not underage. I do rock the LBD.

Back to the topic at hand. Dinner was great fun, and Karla and Karl clearly cared for each other, but to me, their lack of any physical affection was clearly obvious. Maybe it wasn't to other people, but I'd bet anything it was to Kina. I had asked Karla on the flight up if I could bring up the topic with Kina and she'd cleared it with Karl before dinner. I'm not sure they expected me to bring it up during dinner.

"So Kina, do you see anything different about your parent's relationship than that of your friend's parents?" I asked. She looked at her parents for a moment and then responded.

"Sure. My parents are asexual. My friend's parents aren't. They show more physical affection. You know, touching, and occasional kiss. But it doesn't matter to me. We all clearly love each other and whatever works for them is fine for me," said Kina. "Now that's not me. I know I am sexual. I haven't done anything with anybody yet, but I love to masturbate."

You should have seen the looks on Karla and Karl's face. Every possible emotion. Startled that she knew. A little freaked that she knew. Proud that she knew.

"Karla and Karl, no offense, but I think this just made my entire point about underestimating kids. You still think of Kina as a little girl that you have to always protect. Now you still do, but not as much as you'd think. I'm not the testing expert, but I can already tell she isn't being challenged in school and would be on Dionysus," I said. They'd already had the talk about everything while I had chatted with Kina earlier.

Then Kina blew them completely out of the water.

"Ruby, I know you're sleeping in my room tonight. Would you teach me things? Sexual things?" she asked. I'm pretty sure that was a push on Kina's part, to either decide for or against. I was impressed, because neither Karl nor Karla commented. They just let it slide. I just gave Kina a smile, which seemed to satisfy her. I don't know why, but my smiles are a topic in the journal.

We finished dinner and agreed we'd leave early in the morning. Karla and I kept the space plane a secret, so it was going to be a fun surprise. We headed back to their place, and we'd stayed at dinner for a long time, so it was late. And yes, we'd sat at the table forever so yes, I left a stellar tip. Did you doubt me? Karla and Karl made quick good nights and headed towards their bedrooms, which left me following Kina into hers.

I've never seen a girl strip faster in her life. She was an adorable little nymphet, but we were going to talk first, which was admittedly tough, given I was already dripping a bit down my leg. No panties, you know. Kina called me on it.

"Stop with the stupid lecture. I get it. I've always gotten it. You're dripping down your damn leg. Off with the dress," said Kina. Oh, I love a strong woman. I just held up my arms and she got the idea. She grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it off. Yeah, I got a nice little gasp from her, but it didn't last because she leaned in. I thought she was going to kiss me, but no, she latched onto one of my nipples.

Damn. She had oral skills for sure. She pushed me down on the bed and got between my legs. I was starting to doubt her statement that she'd never done anything because her mouth and tongue took me to great places. Once I calmed down she looked up from between my legs, covered with juices.

"Busted, aren't I?" she said, with a laugh. I pulled her up for a kiss, and she was laying right on top of me. After the kiss, I pushed her off to lay beside me.

"Now we're going to talk," I said. "Then I'm going to make you cum harder than you ever have before."

"Oh, I like a challenge, but let me warn you that my friend Nina is pretty damn good at it," she said. Oh, talking can wait, I like a challenge. And yes, in the end, while gasping for breath, she admitted I was better.

I never had a doubt.

We stayed up way too late talking. Her parents didn't know her at all. Karla's observation that Kina might be sexual could be the biggest understatement in history. She had a group of girls that had tried just about everything. Kina even showed me her collection of toys, including a dildo I wasn't sure I could handle.

Turns out I could.

Then we talked about boys. Their group was experimenting with boys too. Just handjobs and blowjobs so far, but Kina's curiosity was really high. I had a talk with her about the importance of her first time and that it couldn't be with just some random boy from her group. I explained that boys that knew what they were doing would make her first time incredible. She pondered it for a bit.

"OK, I'll wait, but only if you promise you'll find a boy that will make it special. I don't mean someone that will date me, but one that will care about me, at least for that night," said Kina. I did a long conversation about sex versus love and she immediately got it. We ended the night with me suggesting she should talk to her parents about everything.

"Talk to my parents!" said Kina. "They wouldn't understand. They couldn't understand," she said. I agreed they might not, but if she wanted to continue anything she was doing once they moved, she had to have permission from both of them. Oh, I saw lots of emotion.

"I so want to move. I am so bored in school," said Kina. "But they'll never approve." I shared I thought she was underestimating them. We fell asleep with that thought. Oh, I was spooning her. You know I was.

Bedraggled and tired

We straggled out of bed into the kitchen, bedraggled and tired. I'd put on a little terry romper and it turned out Kina had one of them too.

She'd just never worn one without underwear before. You could tell it empowered her. It also felt nice. The terry cloth rubbing across... Well, you get the idea.

Karla and Karl didn't have to ask if anything happened. Kina freaking glowed.

"Mom, Dad, we need to talk," said Kina. She proceeded to lay it all out to them, including her arguments on why it should continue and why she should find the right boy to take her virginity. They accepted it all quietly, without comment, until she was done.

"OK," said Karl and Karla nodded.

"That's it? OK? I put a lot into that. You're supposed to argue with me," said Kina, with a smile.

That broke up the room and the conversation was over.

Kina and I took a shower and got cleaned up. The shower took a while, but Karl and Karla were quite understanding. We put on clean rompers, and headed to the airport in another Uber. Ack. They dropped us at the FBO and we walked through to the taxiway.

Kina screamed. Loudly. Karla smiled, but Karl was clearly confused.

"Are we? Can we?" said Kina. I just smiled.

"What is she talking about?" asked Karl.

"Should we tell him?" I asked. Kina and Karla both screamed no. OK, this was going to be fun. Karl did comment that this was an interesting looking plane. We got on and I let Kina sit in the co-pilot seat. I did mention that the view from the cockpit was a unique view from a plane and that we would let them both come see.

We took off and I took us up at a reasonable rate, so I would not scare anyone. I had left the door open, so I heard Karl scream WTF, although he did it in German.

"Go ahead and unbuckle. Floating around is fun," I said.

There's not a lot more to this part of the story, so I'll jump to when we landed. It's not like anything happened with this group.

Oh, I shouldn't have gone there, should I?

Kina was going to love Dionysus.

The honeymoon

Marybeth here. Change of direction here. I love writing in the journal. If you remember, we mentioned that Richie and I got to go on the honeymoon with Amelia and Cobb. You know, Mom and Dad.

Catch up, will you?

I promised I would write about our visit to Oxford and London, so here I am. Oxford was first, so I'll do it in order. I already mentioned that Ruby and Carlina came up to teach us how to drive. They were amazing. So young and so confident. I mentioned it to Ruby and she laughed.

"Yeah, this is the new Ruby. You should have met me when I was a poor kid in a crappy apartment in Tampa," said Ruby. "Two years ago. Just two years ago."

"You learned to do all this in two years?" I asked. She smiled.

"Carlina did it all in four months," said Ruby.


We were chatting in the sauna, which felt amazing. Yeah, yeah, we were all naked, but this didn't really feel that sexual. Maybe later. Oh, hell yes later. The door opened and Richie walked in, also naked, but just spread his towel and sat down and joined the conversation. This was awesome. Such freedom. New friends. We were at a fucking compound in England, enjoying a sauna, after a day at the race track driving supercars.

If only this was my life. Oh wait, it is.

I'd read about both Ruby and Carlina in the journals but that in no way did them justice. I asked Carlina all about her foursome. It was so cool. I couldn't wait to meet them and mentioned that.

"How about in about an hour?" asked Ruby. "They're flying up. We have dinner reservations at 1900 at the Cherwell Boathouse. It's supposed to be Tavi and Amara are coming too."

Well sure. They were flying up from Dionysus for dinner.

"In a hypersonic plane I assume," said Richie. Ruby and Carlina both gave him blank looks.

"Yeah," said Carlina. "What else would they fly?"

A darn good question. Given the two girls had arrived in something they called an F-61 fighter plane, that Carlina said was hers, I guess we shouldn't have doubted it. Just then, the door opened and a flood of naked people came in, including one in a wheelchair. She was naked too.

That must be Amara. I tried to pick them all out, and actually got it right. Introductions in this group included passionate kisses and a surprising amount of groping. I liked these people.

We all took a little more sauna, which was awesome, and then jumped into the indoor pool. Of course there was a heated indoor pool. Did you expect less? Tavi was so sweet and lifted Amara out of her wheelchair and carried her into the water. She laughed and laughed while floating. It was fun to see.

I got my first experience of being fucked in a pool. Thanks Carlina for loaning me Gabe. I saw Richie had a similar experience with Tegan. Damn she was cute. We played in the pool for a while, and I do mean just played. Ruby had declared a one-fuck limit, since we had dinner.

Then again, she didn't say that included the showers. I got to know Luca better too. Way better.

Finally we headed to the restaurant. We went into this amazing giant garage just filled with incredible cars. Carlina flipped me a set of keys and told me to take three other people. She did the same thing to Richie.

He got a freaking Bentley SUV and I got a Lamborghini SUV.

Yeah, just another day. Carlina rode with me and I saw Ruby rode with Richie. They were our navigators, but it wasn't that far. When we got out, Carlina tipped the valet a hundred pounds. A hundred! She saw I noticed.

"We are always generous. There but for the grace of God," she said. "You need to carry cash with you."

"Where the hell would I get cash?" I asked. Carlina laughed.

"Any bank machine in the world, as long as you're wearing your earrings," said Carlina.

"What?" I said. "What do you mean?"

"Good grief. Did no one explain all this to you?" said Carlina. "The earrings work at any place that accepts Apple Pay or Google Pay. It also works at every bank machine. Your PIN is the last four of your Dionysus passport number, unless you changed it. You know that number, right?"

"Yes, but I didn't know why. I was just told to memorize it," I said.

"Always carry money for big tips just like this one. It's what we do," she said, as she walked towards the restaurant. When we walked in, the host damn near ran over.

"Miss Ruby, we've missed you so," he said. He led us to the most amazing large table, looking out over the river. Clearly the best table in the house. Bottles of wine were already set around the table. Given the oldest in our group was Luca and I think he was 16, that surprised me.

"Do you prefer a red or a white," said Tegan. "We have several choices for each."

"How in the hell should I know?" I said. Richie chimed in with the same response. Tegan smiled.

"Ah yes, Americans," she said, in an incredibly snarky voice. "I'm just kidding. I suggest you try this one." She poured us both a small glass of a red wine that freaking glowed like the sun. Both of us took a small sip.

Damn. That was almost better than sex. Almost. I admit, we both drank it pretty fast, which made Tegan laugh.

"Slowly. Very slowly. Try all the wines on the table, not just this one. One full glass total tonight, and give someone else your keys, because neither of you is driving," said Tegan. I was OK with that. I liked wine. So I said that.

"I think I like wine," I said, with a smile.

"Well, at least we know you like good wine. All of these are from a Dionysus-owned winery. That glass you drank was worth a little over $1000." I think my jaw hit my chest. Tegan laughed again.

"Oh, I picked it on purpose. It's one of our most expensive wines, but my favorite. It's a little over $25K a bottle," said Tegan. "Drink in moderation, but enjoy. Your house has a stocked wine closet."

Our house?

"Do Cobb and Amelia know that?" I asked. This time they all laughed.

"Maybe not. It's right off the kitchen. You can be their hero," said Gabe.

We ended up having the most amazing dinner and laughed and laughed. We stayed a long time, but nobody pressured us. I figured out why when we left and I saw all the piles of bills everyone else had left. We got up and walked out.

"Doesn't someone have to pay?" I asked. Ruby reached over and touched my earring.

"You did," said Ruby, with a laugh.

I did. With my earrings.

"Do I get a bill? How do I pay it? How does this work?" I asked. Ruby laughed again and gave me a hug.

"I know. It gets confusing. No, you'll never get a bill. Maybe somebody will ask you about a purchase someday, but I doubt it. No one ever has," said Ruby. "Hey Carlina. Has anybody ever asked you about a purchase?"

"No, why would they?" asked Carlina.

"Well, you did buy a hotel," said Ruby. Carlina just shrugged.

"Bought a restaurant and Tegan bought a movie theater," said Carlina.

"Tegan bought the movie theater?" asked Ruby.

"Yeah, she wanted to see the movie and they said she was too young," said Carlina.

Well sure. What other choice did she have?

Carlina drove us back. Yes, I just wrote the words that a 7-year-old girl drove us back to the house. You know, the house that was a village. I live in a fucking fairy tale and yes, I know I am cussing a lot, and I don't give a damn. For one, every time I said a cuss word, someone kissed me. They said they were trying to get me to cuss less, but I'm pretty sure everyone just liked to kiss a lot. I got that hint at one point when Carlina walked up, smiled, said "fuck", and kissed me.

She didn't have to cuss.

We got back to the house and they introduced us to something called the Kama Sutra game. One bowl with our names, on laminated cards, and one bowl with sex acts. There were already cards for Richie and me. I didn't ask. Sometimes you just don't ask. I had no idea what the Kama Sutra was, so they explained it.

245 positions. 245. Everyone in the room had tried them all, except Richie and me. Even Amara laughed and said she needed help for some of them, but it had been her life's purpose.

245. I think I just kept muttering the word.

"You're not understanding completely what we're saying," said Ruby. "When we say we've tried all 245 positions, we mean with a different partner for each position."

Say what? My stare broke everybody up and they just couldn't stop laughing.

"We like sex. We like sex a lot," said Tegan.

"But how do you find 245 different people?" asked Richie.

"You ask them," said Carlina. "Every once in a while, I would walk up to someone that was cute and ask them if they had done a particular position, say 87. If they hadn't, we would both be pretty excited and find a place to do number 87. I did close to 200 of them at school."

At school. Now I know I am really going to like school.

There were ten of us. I got to mark 9 of the positions off the list, and yes, some of them involved a double-ended dildo, which was pretty new to me, but a wonderful discovery. Oh, wait, only 4. They reminded me they only counted it if it was a new partner. There had been some duplicates tonight. I'll try harder.

Oh and number 184. The Spider. Carlina taught me that one. Amara taught me 182, the Pendant. I like oral sex. Luca and I did number 215, the Cradle.

OK, I won't list them all. I had already learned about cleanup, but tonight they told me that we weren't doing that. Let me tell you, by the 9th load, fucking was nice and lubricated.

Ninth, you ask? Well, I might not have been able to count them on my quest, but I learned some extra positions in round two. and three. We wore the boys out, but I now understand that happens a lot. Richie did celebrate his 5th time. It was his new personal record. Tavi told him that he needed to exercise it more.

Because five isn't enough sometimes.

Surprisingly I wasn't even sore. At the end of the night, everyone did get cleaned out by a partner. Richie and I didn't have partners, yet, so we cleaned each other out. It was nice. I love my brother. I had met Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie. That could be us. My brother and me, with a third, and maybe a fourth.

Can ya have five?

We ended up falling asleep on the living room floor, where we'd played. I was snuggled with Amara and Tavi. It was nice.

You probably wondered where Cobb and Amelia were. They had a romantic evening without us. Dinner and one of the cottages. Once they heard what we had done, they were a bit disappointed, so we did another round the next night. That did get Richie and me two more of the positions.

On to London!

The next day we flew to London and landed at the house. I actually wrote that and didn't think it was weird. I was acclimating.

We spent a simply glorious three days exploring London. The others had gone home, for now, so it was just the four of us and none of us had ever been. The first day, Daniel was our tour guide, and he was amazing. He took us on the tour that only the locals know. We also got to do some things that startled me, like tour parliament and meet the Prime Minister. He explained the first one was through stupid money. Apparently we are encouraged to use stupid money. He said that Chris had arranged the second one. I now know Chris is our Prime Minister. Yeah, sure.

The last two days we explored by ourselves, but with suggestions from Daniel.

Oh, Richie and I each got to check off another position.

Daniel was fun.

On the last day, Daniel told us to meet him at a particular restaurant at 1300. I was still getting used to times that went past 12, but it was pretty easy to figure out. We got there a little early, but I noticed there were two seats left at the table. Just then we saw Daniel walking up with James freaking Bond.

Seriously Daniel Craig joined us for lunch. I admit I asked him why the hell he would join us. He laughed.

"Well, it's pretty expensive and Daniel promised that we'd have some of your wines," he said, with a smile. Our Daniel asked if we had seen the last James Bond movie.

That's when the light bulb went on.

"Holy fuck, that was Morgan and Sophia!" said Richie. I didn't think I should kiss my brother for that cuss word. Everyone did laugh and James, err Daniel, commented.

"Best movie I have ever made," said James. "I've been pushing the studio that the next movie shouldn't be James Bond, it should be Jamie Bond and it should start Sophia, with her lover Morgan, who Jamie has converted from a life of crime."

Wow, that would be cool.

After lunch we were off to Tokyo. That was fun, but probably not journal worthy. Paris was. I'll write that one soon.

Kevin is so Kevin

Kevin here. Yes, Kevin.

These journals are amazing. I started at the beginning and it is an incredible story. If I wasn't living it, I wouldn't believe it for a minute. It's just too fantastic.

Well it was for me. Leslie saved my life. She will always be my hero. I love that I still get to see her, being a Princess and all. OK, Hunter and Hallie are great fun too. I'm still living with Manela, but Nan declared last night that it was time for me to have my own house where she could visit me whenever she wanted.

Oh she could, she could. She is a tiny little dynamo and so damn smart. Don't get me wrong, she gives an amazing blowjob, but we sit up for hours talking about anything and everything. World events. Physics. Underwater exploration. Religion.

That was all just last night. I completely forget she's 4. Hell, Einstein would completely forget she's 4.

We will get back to the house, but for now I have a story to tell. School is going really well. I'd caught back up and was doing 11th grade work. I'd be proud of that, at 13, except I am the oldest in my class. By a lot.

This place is amazing. I think I say that a lot.

I am the only student/teacher, but I've been discussing with Mikka that it should actually be a program in the school. These kids need to continue to be challenged and the teacher shortage is huge, given the growth of the school system. She loved the idea and put me in charge of creating it.


I am still struggling, in a good way, with how my life has turned around. I went from living on the streets, barely surviving, to someone giving me the responsibility to teach kids. I typed this entire journal with a big smile on my face. The smile is permanent. It just is.

I had my proposal for the new student/teacher program ready. I felt it was important to ensure that the teachers were viewed as qualified, so I had researched which countries had the most rigorous program of testing prior to teacher certification. I found the German program was incredible. Tough, but fair. It required huge effort to learn the material and pass it.

Of course, the material was all in German. I signed up for German class and was stunned at the pace that languages are taught here. It is entirely immersive. When you enter the classroom, you only speak that language, from day one. You're lost? Learn it. The time from start to fluency here averages 5 weeks. WEEKS! It turned out that I was pretty good with languages. Manela says it is because of my musical background. Research says the two are linked. I know, I devoured all the research.

So I took the exams to teach every aspect of music and passed. I took them in German. My proposal was that everyone had to take them in German. If you didn't know the language, learn it. If you weren't willing to make that commitment, you weren't ready to teach.

That sounds so ludicrous, but not here. The waiting list to take the tests was forming and I hadn't made my proposal yet.

That was right now. The school district had formed a committee to make major decisions and I was doing my pitch. I had been coached to not do a PowerPoint, but to just come in and passionately discuss it. Nan had coached me and I trusted Nan. I had notes, but I knew my pitch backwards and forwards. I got to the right room and went in.

It turns out the committee was Mikka, Manela, and ... Nan.

She explained she would be getting more involved with school administration as a bridge to college. She said she felt that colleges might not be very accepting of a 4-year-old applicant.

Well maybe not. It was a great group to pitch. I knew them all well and no one on the island treated me better. Well, let's be honest, everyone on the island treated me well. The other kids treated me like a star!


Yeah, yeah, self-esteem issues, but working on it. I went through my pitch and the one area they focused on was having to learn German. They weren't really against it, but they hadn't quite gotten it yet. Finally the light bulb went on for Nan. You could see it.

"The tests aren't the tests, are they?" said Nan. "All our students could pass the tests without even trying. We all know that. The test is commitment. Do you want to be in the program bad enough to learn a new language, if you don't already know it? That's the actual test, isn't it?"

I told you she was smart. I gave her a big grin and Manela and Mikka both laughed.

"It took Nan's mind to follow yours," said Mikka. "That is brilliant. Simply brilliant. I'm in." So was everyone else.

"Well I think we should celebrate," said Nan. So we did. Vigorously. Nan insisted that I didn't cum though. I didn't know why. When we were done and they were all satisfied, I asked why.

"Because I saw the schedule. You're proctoring study hall for the first time today, right?" said Nan. I agreed I was.

"You'll need every cum you can give," said Nan. "Trust me."

I love this place. Have I said that? In fact, it was time for me to head to study hall. It was in the gym complex, which was weird, but I knew where that was, because I was on an intermural basketball team. I was doing OK and the after-game showers were amazing. Coed teams too.

This place ... OK, I say that too much.

I guess it made sense though. The kids probably don't need study hall that much, and they could work out their energy in the gym. I found the room and walked in. I noticed the floor was spongy. Oh, got it, this is a wrestling room. But I don't remember wrestling being one of the sports. I turned the corner and realized that, yes, wrestling was, but not what you think of as wrestling. Some of the students were already in the room. They were all naked. Most of them were fucking.

Yes, I think I was going to like study hall. A girl I didn't know walked over. Eight maybe?

"Hello Mr. Kevin," she said. "Would you please fuck me? My name is Destiny."

My Destiny has arrived. Mikka had said I could fuck the kids. I'd asked more than once. I nodded and Destiny took my hand and let me to an open area. Given she was already naked, I stripped, with her help. She liked to help. As soon as I was naked, my cock was in her mouth, but I told her to wait. I laid her down and gave her the full Orlando treatment. Come on, I'd been practicing. I started by laying on top of her, but holding myself up so I didn't hurt her. Gentle kisses led to more passionate kisses. I broke the kiss and worked my way down. I kiss her ear. Nibbled on her ear lobe. Kissed her eyelids. Her nose.

Then her little nipples. That got a moan. I made my way all the way down and she was so delicate. Just a slit, but with a prominent clit. Oh joyous. I opened her gently and probed her with my tongue. First gently, then not. She was bouncing on the floor and I finally sucked on that clit.

Oh she went off. And people started clapping. I looked up and the entire class was standing around us in a circle watching.

All naked.

Suddenly they started a quiet chant.

Fuck her. Fuck her.

Well, I didn't need the encouragement. I slid up her body, kissing her nipples again, then her mouth and slid in gently.

She didn't want gently. She broke the kiss long enough to say one word.


Damn. I sped up slowly, until I was pounding her. I had asked where to cum and she insisted I pull out and cum on her pussy. I lasted awhile, but finally did just that. Her pussy. Her chest. Her nipples. A little of her face. There was a lot of cum. I think I liked an audience.

Finally I heard a small voice. A small boy's voice.


I moved out of the way and the tiniest little guy moved in. He duplicated all of my moves, but licking up the cum. He didn't fuck her, but that's because I found out he was 5. He was good at it, though, and had her over several more times. Finally he stood and held out his hand and helped her up. They walked off towards the showers, hand in hand.

They didn't come back for 20 minutes. Destiny was flushed again. You go little guy.

That was the start of study hall. I found that Nan's advice was appreciated, because I wore out. Five times. Yes, five. I also got several more girls off orally, plus a few boys.

I took four loads in my ass too.

I was signing up to proctor more study halls. I think it was more fun for me than most of the teachers, since I'm under 18. More variety, so to speak. I think the teacher program is going to include more people willing to proctor study hall.

Flashback. OK, not that far

Morgan here. A flashback and I cannot believe I've never told story. I'll take us back in time to Oxford.

Sophia and I have been having an absolute ball and driving the RAF nuts. You know, the Royal Air Force. How you ask? It seems like that would be hard for us to do.


Leslie had given us each two planes. A Eurofighter Typhoon and an F-35. We were having dogfights. Lots and lots of them. Imagine Top Gun if there were only two pilots. For starting later than the rest of us, Sophia was one hell of a pilot.

So back to the dogfights. I admit we probably could have handled it better. Our first time, we flew out over the North Sea. We were sure we were over international waters and we were both flying an F-35. I guess they didn't quite understand where we came from. Both the RAF and the French air force scrambled fighters.

Boring fighters.

The French sent a pair of Mirage Rafales. Not bad but not one Leslie even considered.

The RAF sent a pair of Tornadoes. They have F-35s too so I'm surprised they didn't send them.

Both flight groups challenged us, demanding we identify ourselves. I was tempted to tell them where they could put it but we lived in England and needed to get along.

"Dionysus flight of two over international waters," I said, into the radio. "Under what authority are you making demands?"

"This is our airspace," replied the Brit. "Follow us or we will splash you."

"Really. You think that would go well for you? Splashing two unarmed planes being flown by members of the royal family over international waters?" I said. "We are doing simulated dog fights and you can see we have no armament. Go away. Now."

We went back and forth for a bit but finally agreed to land at their base to clear things up. No need for an international incident. In hindsight we could have handled it better. We followed them to the RAF Scampton. Fuck'em, we tandem landed over their loud objections. Good grief. They have armed MPs waiting for us and an officer. We dropped down to the tarmac and pulled off our helmets. Did I mention this was shortly after the Bond movie came out? They clearly recognized us and it confused the hell out of them.

"Is this some kind of movie stunt?" asked the officer.

I started to respond but Sophia touched my sleeve. She knows me well. I was getting pissed.

"No. We are reserve officers in the Dionysus Air Force," said Sophia in her sexy ass accent. "We are confused as to the authority under which you even challenged us, let alone threatened our lives. We are both Princesses. Was it your authority under which your pilots threatened two clearly unarmed planes? We will need to understand to file a formal complaint with your foreign office."

You could see the officer just wilt. I decided to be the bigger person and defuse the situation.

"Listen, we understand your concern. We should have announced ourselves prior to playing over the North Sea. These are dangerous times and no one understands that better than we do. Why don't we do this. It is lunch time. Why don't you invite us to lunch in your mess hall and we can talk about how to handle this better in the future," I said. "I'm Morgan. She's Sophia."

One of the other officers jumped in.

"I know who you are. We all know who you are. I also know you're 18 and 16. I also saw the video of your dogfight. That's some of the best flying I've ever seen. You both flew some moves that I've only seen once in my life and that was on video."

"In the last Top Gun competition I assume?" said Sophia.

"How in the world did you know that?" he asked.

"And who are you?" I asked. He introduced himself as the commander of the RAF Red Arrows. Ah. Their version of the Blue Angel's. Cool. Cool name too. Tycho.

"We know who does that move because she taught it to us. She's my sister," I said. Yeah that caused a stir.

We did go to lunch and did have a nice conversation and we agreed we would notify them of our intention to overfly the North Sea. We warned them that it could be in our F-35s or our Eurofighters.

"But where are you coming from?" asked the Commander. "You can't be coming from Dionysus."

Sophia and I looked at each other.

"Oxfordshire," said Sophia.

Yeah that caused a raft of shit. We let them ramble for a while until they wound down.

"Our property in Oxfordshire is the consulate of Dionysus and is the property of the Kingdom," said Sophia. "We have your government's permission to fly in and out of there. We have agreed to not arm the planes without consultation with your foreign office. We can't imagine when we would do that, short of an invasion."

"They let you land fighters at the Oxford airport?" asked Tycho. "I can't imagine them approving that."

"They didn't. That's not what I said but I guess I wasn't clear. We land at the consulate. At our house," I said.

"I'm from the area. Where do you live that you can land an F-35?" asked another officer.

"The Manor farm," said Sophia.

His eyes shot up.

"You bought The Manor, added an airstrip, and made it your consulate," he said. "Wow. Didn't I read that you added cottages? Made a small village?"

We just nodded.

"Are you rich?" asked Tycho.

"Tycho. We each have our own F-35 and Eurofighter. Do you really need to ask that question?" asked Sophia.

"About that. I watched the video. You're pretty good but we are the RAF aerobatics team. I'm sure we could show you a few things," said Tycho.

I don't think they appreciated it that we laughed. We didn't mean to. It just popped out.

"Don't you fly trainers?", I asked. "What could you teach us?"

He bristled and said they were moving to the F-35 and had taken delivery of 4 and were quite advanced in it.

"Good for you," said Sophia. "How about a wager? You pick your four best pilots. We will do a dog fight. We will come up with a prize later."

"The bet is that you'll each do two dogfights and to win you have to win all four?" said Tycho.

"No. The two of us will take on the four of you. One dogfight," said Sophia.

Hell even I thought that was bold but we did those kinds of fights all the time with our extended family. We might not be Top Gun finalists good but we were pretty confident that we were Red Arrows in their new planes good.

Oh they jumped on it. You knew they would. They brought in their flight controller to discuss terms of engagement. We would have a full complement of virtual weapons. He setup the area of engagement and our starting positions and we took off. We headed to our area and once in position we radioed we were ready and then the fight was on.

It went from 4 on 2 to 2 on 2 in a heartbeat. We were clearly more aggressive than they were and quite a bit crazier. We also knew the limits of the aircraft better than they did. I was also confident we were in physically better shape which meant we could take tighter turns, and more Gs, than they could.

They also had overactive trigger fingers and underestimated our evasive skills. We also know each other better than they ever will.

We didn't even have to communicate. We just waited them out until all they had left was their guns. No missiles. We each had shot one, splashing one in the process.

"Listen," I radioed. "You're done and you know it. Do we have to go through the motions? Just surrender."

Seriously? He was coming after me with just guns?

Splash two more.

Good grief.

We landed back at their base. We landed last and when we taxied up, our opponents were all standing in a line at attention. There was an officious looking dude standing next to them. We climbed down and walked over.

"Don't you salute superior officers of your allies?" asked the dude, who was a one star.

"Yes, of course we do," I said. "I admit I was surprised you did not follow the custom." That's when his eyes went wide as you went back and forth between us and realized we both had two stars stitched into our flight suits. I twisted the knife by turning to the pilots.

"At ease," I said. They didn't move. They all looked at him. He finally nodded, with gritted teeth.

Sophia couldn't resist.

"Attention!" she shouted. All the pilots shot back up. I just looked at the General. It took him a moment to realize but finally he went to attention.

"At ease," I said. "Now that we are done comparing dick sizes can we do introductions?" I gave the General credit. He laughed and we did do those introductions. We went and sat in the ready room and repeated much of that we had already told Tycho. He was confused but did compliment us on our flying.

We both laughed.

"Thank you, but we are novices compared to our family members," said Sophia. "Perhaps we could fly together more. We would love that. If there is an interest, our aerobatics team would certainly work with you. The have considerable experience in the plane and perform an outstanding show."

"What are they, 12?" said one of the pilots

"They range from 9 to 15," said Sophia in her sweetest voice.

That got laughter from all the pilots and even the general. Sophia waited them out.

"Are you serious?" said Tycho. "Your aerobatics team has a 9-year-old pilot flying an F-35?"

"Well yes, although she did get shot down in one," said Sophia.

"The pilot that got shot down was 9," said Tycho.

"I think so," said Sophia. "Although she might have still been 8. I wouldn't bring it up though. She is still embarrassed about it."

I think we confused them. So I invited them all to dinner.

"In Oxfordshire? But don't you have to fly back to Dionysus?" asked the General.

I guess I'd forgotten to tell him that part and caught him up.

"You could all fly your planes over, or drive over, but it is a bit far. If you can't do that, we can run get our G650 and come back and get you," I said. I didn't mean to gloat but I think I did. We cleared up the whole thing about having a G650 and they all agreed, even the General.

I realized they would all fit in the space plane. I keep forgetting it wasn't classified anymore. That was going to surprise them. We took off and were back pretty quickly. There was a little confusion when we requested clearance to land. Our transponder code didn't match an aircraft in their database.

Well no, I guess it didn't. We taxied up and they were all waiting in street clothes. We opened the door and climbed down.

"This is decidedly not a G650," said the General. We laughed.

"No it is decidedly not," I said.

"Anybody want to go into space?" asked Sophia. I still love her accent.

"Space. Into space. There is only one space plane in the world and you're telling me it is yours?" said Tycho.

We just shrugged. Then we took them all into space. We did an entire orbit and landed at our house.

The Hplane was in the hanger. Yay, someone was visiting. Probably Leslie but who knew who else?

"You also own the only hypersonic passenger jet?" asked one of the pilots.

"No, my sister Leslie does. I guess we have more for dinner," I said.

"One of these is your house?" said the General, pointing at a cottage. I pointed at our actual house.

"We live there," I said. "But this is all ours." It does sometimes get old explaining all this. Probably boring to read too. Oh, you're expecting more, aren't you? Nope. Just a pleasant dinner with new friends. We did help them all improve in the F-35s. We even joined them for an occasional air show. They were fun.

Well, so was Tycho, but, you know, discretion.

War games over the Mediterranean

Leslie here. I read Morgan's post about the RAF Red Arrows. They shouldn't have dismissed young women so quickly. I'm going back to the same time. You see we had initiated regular aerial war games with countries around us and Sophia and Morgan joined as often as they could. Why else would we ferry up four fighter planes so they could practice? I would have been shocked if they hadn't kicked their asses but I gave Sophia credit for the 4 on 2 bet. But I knew her tactics. They'd splash too fast. And they did. Never sleep on any of us.

Today we had a full flight going up. Morgan and Sophia had flown down for the weekend. It makes me laugh that they flew down in their F-35s but we had games planned. We had an open offer to other countries and they'd gotten together to do operational planning.

We had made s'mores. We weren't big on operational planning.

Our team was Sophia, Morgan, Orlando, Chris, Ruby, and me. Five young women and one young man. No, we weren't making a point. We just liked to do it the most. Our opponents were the top 2 pilots from Spain, Italy, and Greece. We had done a lot of dogfights but all these pilots were new to us. I guess they'd sent their lesser pilots but since we had never lost their pride must have been hurt. Aww.

The Greeks were flying a pair of F-16s. The Spaniards were flying a pair of Typhoons. The Italians had a pair of F-35s.

So what do we do? In a real combat we would fly six F-35s. Although if we wanted all our fighters in the air, we would put up Typhoons too. We had two F-16s, but also had F/A-18s but we were the least experienced in those. Well except for me. You know, that Blue Angel's thing.

Our opponents were cocky and said they didn't care what we flew.

Oh we hated cocky but we still didn't want to just dominate. Yes I guess we were cocky weren't we?

So we decided to fly four F-35s and a pair of Typhoons. Chris and I were the most experienced so we took the Typhoons. We had our R-99 AWACS plane in the air which gave us incredible telemetry but we are fair fighters. We opened up the telemetry to them too. The fact that we could put it in the air and none of them could was a bit striking. Then again we didn't have much in the way of budget constraints. I do remember what a game changer the eye in the sky was in our skirmish.

The Greek Air Force provided the logistics to manage the competition and we started promptly at 0900.

It didn't last long. The Greeks and the Spaniards were gone in under a minute. Chris and I had held back and let our foursome of F-35s taken the lead. It wasn't a fair fight in either aircraft or pilots. Once those four were gone, our four F-35s climbed and just circled. So did the dead planes but ours could come back in and theirs couldn't.

That cleared a path to 2 on 2, all in Typhoons. Felt like a fair fight, right?

Oh come on. Have you met Chris and me? The competition started at 0900 and ended at 0909. We suggested another fight and we would not fly any F-35s. We had everyone land at our airport on Aether and refueled. We had two more Typhoons brought out and a pair of F/A-18s. Chris and me again.

I gave them credit because this fight lasted 15 minutes instead of 9.

So we tried again and parked the F/A-18s and switched to Harriers. Crappy old planes. All of us were in Harriers.

Surely they would at least take some of us out wouldn't you think?

Well you would be wrong. They were just too predictable. They were flying by the book and we knew the book. We were flying on sheer skill and we were better. It lasted longer and Orlando had a close call but in the end we still won.

We all landed at our airport again and all of us got out. It was the first time we actually met. You can imagine the reaction. Five of their pilots were men but one of the Italian F-35 pilots was a woman. Honestly of the six, she was by far the best pilot. You could tell the men were by the book. She had more skills. She used them.

Everyone stripped off their flight suits and this time we were smart enough to be prepared for it and were not only in clothes, they weren't see-thru from sweat. I'm not sure it helped their ego that the five girls on our team were rocking little rompers and Orlando was in gym shorts and a T-shirt. They were all in some form of uniform.

What can I say? We went into the ready room to debrief. Tom and Jess joined us when they landed the R-99. The Greek controller of the competition was on board with them.

At this point everyone was just staring at us. I suspect some of it was that we looked damn good in our rompers but most of it was our age. Remember this was back when Morgan had just started college. Chris and I were 12. I think Ruby was still 9, or maybe 10. I was impressed that one of the Italian pilots and one of the Spanish pilots recognized me as the winner of Top Gun.

We did all the introductions and yes they asked our ages. Ruby really threw them. That's not exactly surprising. The controller pointed out that Ruby had splashed the female F-35 pilot twice. Once flying a Typhoon and once flying a Harrier. She had two kills.

Ruby had skills.

We told them we had lunch arranged but it would be a short helicopter ride. We all went outside to two of our Airbus VIP helicopters. Oh you know Ruby flew one of them and I flew the other. We like to make points about being underestimated.

We had originally planned on lunch at the resort but Mom and Dad had insisted they would host at their place. We flew over and landed and Mom and Dad both walked out to meet us all. I wanted to laugh because they just introduced themselves as Bob and Amy. Which is who they are. Yes our world has changed but they're still Bob and Amy. I still remember the afternoon we met Amy and it was a little over two years ago. It's hard to even believe. I was this clueless little girl and at every turn they empowered me. They bought me airplanes!

Which led to today. I couldn't care less that my age records were broken, over and over. I loved it!

We had a great lunch and I was chatting with Maria, the Italian pilot. It took her a long time to understand that this was my parent's house. We are used to that. I blew her mind when I took her out to the back deck and pointed out my house, Orlando's house, and Morgan and Sophia's house. Something about a 12-year-old having her own mansion threw her a bit. Then again, the fact the Sophia and Morgan were a couple didn't go unnoticed either.

"I don't understand any of this. You're a child flying a variety of fighters and just kicked our asses. Your friend is even younger and is the only pilot I've ever seen that might be remotely competitive with you," she said. "And what the hell do your parents do for a living and why would they give you a house?"

It threw her a bit when I explained that Mom and Dad were the Queen and King and that they owned the entire country.

Yeah that gets you a look.

"Ok. Crazy but I get it but what's up with the house?" she asked.

"Why wouldn't they? I'm an adult," I said.

"An adult!" she said. "How old are you?"

"12," I said. "Technically 13 is an adult here, but you can petition to be declared an adult earlier. I did. It was a formality, though, since the approval requires two members of the royal council, so I could vote for myself. Mom and Dad both did, though.

"Royal council. You're a member of the Royal council," said Maria.

"Well sure. So is every pilot you flew against. They're all adults too, including Ruby. Good grief, we can fly fighters," I said. She looked at me, lost in thought.

"Adults," she said.

"Yes, in every single way. Could I interest you in staying over tonight?" I said. "I think you'd like to get to know our family better. Maybe Orlando, and me, and even Ruby. Adults."

She looked at me, kind of staring.

"You mean?" she said.

"Oh yes," I said, stroking her arm.

"I can, personally, but it is not like they'll let me keep the plane," she said.

"No problem. If they'll let me land, I'll follow you in an F/A-18. You can be my RIO. That way we come back supersonic," I said.

"You can borrow a fighter plane to provide me a ride?" she said. "Who the heck has to approve that?" I laughed.

"Probably our Minister of Defense," I said.

"Who is that. You?" she said, kind of snarky.

"Yep," I said. That got me a stare.

Oh so predictable

We flew more that afternoon and the results were predictable. Finally we spent several hours in what could only be described as training. We spent it in the ready room, reviewing the tapes. It was a little painful at first, but these were incredibly competitive pilots and they wanted to learn and be the best. We pointed out their weaknesses, but more importantly, we pointed out where our skill beat their book. Oh they argued and argued, but winning was a pretty powerful point. Finally the lead Spanish pilot summarized it all.

"I completely agree with everything you said," he said. "But we have operational parameters. You don't, or at least yours are looser than ours. You give the decisions to the pilot. We have procedures we follow."

"Those procedures got your asses shot down," said Ruby, kind of bringing the point home.

"That's true, to a certain extent," said the lead Greek pilot. "But you're also better pilots than we are. You can see it in the videos. Every single one of you is smoother than we are. Your movements are more precise. You're better at knowing the exact limits and running up against them. We're not. We're more conservative. Why do you think that is?"

We all thought about it for a while, then Ruby jumped in.

"Because we're kids," said Ruby. "You're adults, with years of training and decades of life experience. You're actually limiting yourself with all of that. We're not. We're kids with new toys that are too stupid to know what we can't do, and we believe in what we can. I know this sounds silly, but it is not. You can be better, by being more of a kid. Let the plane, and the situation, come to you. Let your response be natural. What your brain and body is telling you to do, not what your training told you to do. Be a kid."

Damn. That set them all back a bit, but she nailed it. We didn't know what we couldn't do, so we did it.

"One more thing," said Ruby. "I think our racing makes a difference too. The skills overlap. We're aggressive as hell on the race track, and it carries over to our flying and vice versa. You need track time."

"What do you mean by racing?" said Maria. At this point, we hadn't built the 'ring yet, but had a pretty nice road course, connected to the airport. The airport in which we were sitting. Mom had already been on a buying spree, so we had tons of cars.

"Rides. They need rides," said Morgan. "Let's take the 488s. They'll all need fire suits." We all got up and they faithfully followed us out. We walked into the next hanger, which was our garage now. There were race cars of all types as far as you could see. Street cars, race cars, serious race cars. We all followed Morgan into the storage room and there were racks and racks of fire suits, starting at the smallest child size. Hey, sometimes you wanted to take someone for a ride. Then again, some of our smallest kids were damn good drivers. Morgan started asking them what sizes they were and handing them suits. We all had custom suits, and they easily pulled over our clothes. Rompers, you know. I realized they were all just standing there holding the suits.

"They won't go over those clothes," I said. Oh, we had plenty of changing rooms, but nobody in Dionysus bothered. Out of curiosity, I waited them out to see if they'd ask.

Maria shrugged and dropped her shorts. Damn, she was wearing a thong. Only a thong. Now the men had a problem. The first problem was would they let her do that and then ask for a changing room. The second was I was pretty confident they were hard.

One of the Spanish pilots dropped his shorts, and he was only wearing boxers and yes, hard. The others finally just changed and we didn't make an issue of it and finally they were all in fire suits.

Let's just say pilots are in really good shape.

We led them to one of the back rows of cars where there were all of our matching Ferrari 488C challenge cars. Maria latched herself to me, which didn't surprise me.

"Wait, you can all drive these, even Ruby?" asked the lead Greek pilot.

"Dude, I can fly an F-35," said Ruby. He laughed and got in the car with her. We all settled into cars. We did a warmup lap to get the cars up to speed and then we were on it. We went full race, which is exhilarating and scary as hell. I gave Maria credit, she freaking loved it. It turned out they all did. They're fighter pilots. They love the thrill.

We pulled back in and got out.

"That was fucking amazing," said the male Italian pilot. "And in Ferraris, no less."

They all agreed they loved it.

"Why don't we do this. We have our driver's training program every Saturday. Why don't we setup a class for the six of you," said Ruby. "We can skip the basics, because you can already drive, but the racing part of the training is pretty intense. You won't be able to drive quite like we could, but you can get pretty close."

"If they're coming for that, let's do flight training too," I said. "They can do race training in the morning, and flight training in the afternoon."

"It's all cool and I am sure we would love to do it, but it will never happen," said Maria.

"Why not?" said Ruby. "It's a win-win for your service."

"Oh I am sure they would love it, but they wouldn't let us use the planes. It took a lot of paperwork and fighting to do today. We get very few hours in the air. Most of our training is on the simulator," said Maria.

"Why? That's silly. You need to be in the air. This is a great opportunity," said Ruby.

"We can't afford it. Our countries can't afford it. Not just fuel, but the hours on the plane, the support crews, everything," said the leader of the Greek team.

Ruby was clearly thinking about something.

"Well that's easy to fix," said Ruby. "You can fly our planes. We have plenty. We can afford it." That got her a look.

"You would let us fly your planes, and cover all the costs?" said Maria.

"Sure. You're our friends now," said Ruby.

"But don't you only have two F-16s now? That's what we usually fly," said the Greek lead. "Can you keep those two ready?"

"Oh that's no big deal. We'll buy another one. Or a few," said Ruby. That got a stare too. "Heck, we got the two we have from Greece. Maybe you'd sell us more."

"You would buy a plane, or planes, so we could fly with you," he said.

"Of course," said Ruby.

At his point, they were shaking their heads, but I noticed one thing. Powerful young women turned them on. All five of the men were hard. Maria was flushed. Ruby noticed.

She stared. Pointedly.

"So you like powerful young women, do you?" she said, with a laugh. "In your dreams. In your dreams."

I'm not so sure one of the Spanish pilots didn't cum in his shorts.

Ruby made it happen and I never doubted she would. The first thing she did was buy three more F-16V fighters. She bought one from Greece, but two new ones. Our going to get them was probably a story to share too someday.

Then she went and met with the superior officers of every pilot. At first they didn't even want to meet with her, but agreed when their pilots pointed out that she'd kicked their asses. I don't think it hurt that she flew an F-35, in full Dionysus livery.

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Character information

Name Chapters Age Description when introduced Stats when introduced
Bob All 25 Dad 6'2" (188 cm) – 165 (75 kg) , swimmer's body, 6–inch (15 cm) cut average cock
Amy All 23 Mom (and the Nanny, to start) 5'1" (155 cm) – 110 (50 kg) , bright red hair, C cup
Morgan All 17 The oldest of the new kids 5'5" (165 cm) – 120 (54 kg) , dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
Orlando All 15 The middle child and the only boy 5'0" (152 cm) – 100 (45 kg) , dirty blonde, 6–inch (15 cm) cut thick cock
Leslie All 13 The youngest 4'6" (137 cm) – 80 (36 kg) , brown hair, flat–chested
Chris 6,8,14-53 13 Boat sales person but becomes more 4'11" (150 cm) – 80 (36 kg) , slim, glorious puffy nipples
Sara 6,8,14-53 24 Sales managers, car dealers 5'3" (160 cm) – 100 (45 kg) , dark hair, Amerasian, small B cup
Blake 5,9-10,12,15-18,20-21,24,26-28,30-32,34,39,41,32,43,45-46,51-52 Thirties First home staff. Mechanic, general purpose everything 6'2" (188 cm) – 185 (84 kg) , blonde, ripped, 7–inch (18 cm) thin cock
Gabriel (Gabe) 6,14,16-19,24,27-29,31-37,39-40,42-43,45,47-52 13 Juanita's brother 5'6" (168 cm) – Cute AF, 5–inch (13 cm) cock
Ruby 6,14,16-19,24,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-46,49-53 11 Juanita's sister 4'11" (150 cm) – 85 (39 kg) , sexy, flat
Sophia 7,8-9,14,16-17,19,23,27,31,34,36-43,46-48,53 20 New Italian friend and Goddess 5'7" (170 cm) – stunning, simply stunning, B cup
Luca 7,8-9,14,16-17,19,23,27,31,34,36-40,42-44,46-47,50-52 15 Sophia's son 5'9" (175 cm) – chiseled, male Sophia, 6–inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Elena 7,8-9,14,16-17,19,23,27,31,34,36-40,42-47,51-52 11 Sophia's daughter 4'5" (135 cm) – sexy AF
Brooke 16,52 15 Middle school cheerleader 5'6" (168 cm) – brunette, cheerleader body, full C cup
Jack 16,51-52 15 Middle school quarterback 6'0" (183 cm) – muscular, attractive, 5.5–inch (13 cm) cut cock
Rylee 18,27,32,36-39,48,52 13 Cheerleader with Leslie and Chris 5'4" (163 cm) – sexy AF, B cup
Amai 19,21,23,26-30,32-34,36-39,41,47-48,50-52 Twenties The family social secretary 5'4" (163 cm) – beautiful, petite, B cup, 6–inch (15 cm) uncut thick cock
Daniel 20,39,44,53 Thirties London butler 6'4" (193 cm) – 195 (88 kg) , blonde, muscular, 5.5–inch (13 cm) cut and thin
Max 22,32-34,36,52 11 Ruby's guest 4'8" (142 cm) – mixed, 60 (27 kg) , 5–inch (13 cm) uncut cock
Charlotte 30,31,33,36,52 27 Montreal caretaker 5'6" (168 cm) – French, sexy as hell, simply beautiful, B cup
Amelia 33,34,36,41,50-51,53 21 BBF grant reviewer 5'1" (155 cm) – Size 0, A cups, blonde
Jase 40,41,45-46,52 Thirties Dionysus caretaker – Ileana's husband 6'3" (191 cm) – Dark hair, Greek, well–built, 6–inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Carlina 43,45-53 7 Romeo's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) – barely tall enough, blonde, cute, smart as hell
Heather (H2) 45,46,48-49,53 Twenties Heather (H1)'s girlfriend. School teacher 5'9" (175 cm) – thin, model beautiful, A cup, amazing
Max 45,46-48,52 8 Cara and Cael's son 4'6" (137 cm) – cute, funny, impossible to tell from Martan, 3–inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Martan 45,46-48,52 8 Cara and Cael's son 4'6" (137 cm) – cute, funny, impossible to tell from Max, 3–inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Nan 45,48,50-51,53 4 9th grade student 3'8" (112 cm) – cute, bubbly, fun
Tyson 46,48,52 10 Gemma and Sean's son 5'4" (163 cm) – Kivin on a smaller scale, 4–inch (10 cm) cut cock
Tegan 46,48,50-53 7 Gemma and Sean's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) – Auburn hair, cute, fun
Tomas 46,52 11 Vincente's son 5'4" (163 cm) – Also Cute AF, sexy, and skilled. 6–inch (15 cm) thick uncut cock
Tavi 46,47-52 12 Emilia and Talmai's son 5'9" (175 cm) – Big for his age, works out, 7–inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Kevin 49,50-53 13 Homeless kid that Leslie rescues in New York 6'0" (183 cm) – Tall, really thin, 6–inch (15 cm) cut cock
Manela 49,53 Thirties Nan's Mom and a musical genius 5'6" (168 cm) – Beautiful, trim, B cup
Amara 50,51-52 12 Tavi's soon to be soul mate, in a wheelchair 5'6" (168 cm) – cute, wavy hair, nice body, B cup
Ari 50,51-52 9 Amara's younger brother 5'0" (152 cm) – dark wavy hair, kid's body, 4–inch (10 cm) cut cock
Cobb 51,53 18 Director of the Patricia and Elizabeth fund 6'4" (193 cm) – Tall, dark, and oh so sexy, 7–inch (18 cm) thick cock
Marybeth 51,53 11 Amelia and Cobb's adopted daughter 5'2" (157 cm) – Thin, blonde, clearly a twin, small A cup
Richie 51,53 11 Amelia and Cobb's adopted son 5'2" (157 cm) – Thin, blonde, clearly a twin, thin 4–inch (10 cm) cock
Biti 52 Thirties Amara's driving instructor 6'0" (183 cm) – Egyptian driving instructor for Amara
Bijan 52 Twenties Theme week students of Bob's 5'11" (180 cm) – Persian, dark hair, dark skin, 6–inch (15 cm) average cock
Ayisa 52 Twenties Theme week students of Bob's 5'4" (163 cm) – Persian, simply beautiful
Conrad 52 Thirties Theme week students of Gabe's 6'5" (195 cm) – German, big and muscular, 11–inch (28 cm) cock
Alize 52 Thirties Theme week students of Gabe's 5'0" (152 cm) – German, very petite, A cup, beautiful
Tico 52 17 Jack and Orlando's football friend 6'0" (183 cm) – Hispanic, great shape, 6 –inch average uncut cock
Darnell 52 17 Jack and Orlando's football friend 6'1" (185 cm) – Black, big, muscular, 11–inch (28 cm) BBC
Steve 52 16 Jack and Orlando's football friend – guard on the team 6'3" (191 cm) – Huge, muscular, 8–inch (20 cm) uncut cock
Grey 52 16 Jack and Orlando's football friend – religious parents 5'10" (178 cm) – strong, 6–inch (15 cm) average cut cock
Fraser 52 17 Jack and Orlando's football friend 6'0" (183 cm) – strong, 7–inch (18 cm) average cut cock
Mercer 52 17 Jack and Orlando's football friend 6'1" (185 cm) – Athlete, 5–inch (13 cm) thin cock
James 52 18 Jack and Orlando's football friend 6'2" (188 cm) – Big and brawny, 6–inch (15 cm) average cock
Karla 53 Thirties New teacher, asexual 5'7" (170 cm) – tall, blonde, great body
Karl 53 Thirties Professor, Karla's partner, asexual 6'0" (183 cm) – German, blonde, average
Kina 53 9 Karla and Karl's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) – blonde, cute, bubbly
Destiny 53 8 Girl in Kevin's study hall 4'0" (122 cm) – small, cute, surprisingly sexy
Tycho 53 Thirties Commander of the RAF Red Arrows 5'10" (178 cm) – dark hair, strong, attractive
Maria 53 Thirties Italian F–35 pilot 5'6" (168 cm) – dark hair, sexy, C cup

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