14 July 2019

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Sometimes you just need a beer

Pari here. If you remember Bob's post from a while back, I like a nice IPA. The challenge is that I'm spending a lot of time in the US. For some reason, a 10-year-old had issues getting an IPA.

I thought I had the solution. We would open up nice wine and beer bars at the schools. They're our consulates, right? The wine was simple. Sophia hooked me up.

Beer, not so much. Our schools went through grad school so you would think it would be no problem. Ok, maybe I am a little stubborn. I could have just had an adult do the negotiations and it would have been over. But I like to know the people with whom I do business. Don't you? Heck we owned most of the IPA companies but allowed almost all the companies to distribute our product. We are nice that way.

I'd done the negotiations on the phone and that had gone fine as you would expect. I'd narrowed it down to two, both of which would have to expand geographically so I wanted to meet them. I arranged appointments and was heading out.

The first was Reyes in Chicago and the second was Ben E. Keith in Dallas. Those were our two largest schools so it kind of made sense. I was home in Robertville, so I loaded up a car and headed out. I had gotten my new flying car just this week. I went with my Ferrari 488 Pisto Spider. Vicious fast. Convertible. White with blue accents. You might remember it from my journal entry about meeting Simpson in Athens when he came to grovel.

Well he did.

Now the Ferrari flew. It was seriously cool. It was also handy. We all just landed at the nearest Target and drove. It freaked out fewer people when we arrived.

Now the Target customers were a different story. When we first started doing it we made the news. Now everyone connected our space planes with Ruby which meant Target.

We are weird.

Back to the story. I liked both companies from both my conversations and research. Numbers 2 and 4. Chicago and Dallas. $2.2 billion and $780 million in revenue respectively.

I always had the option to buy one or both. They were both controlled by a family. That can be an opportunity. OK this is boring I fear but I like doing things like this so push through it.

I landed at the closest Target in Chicago which wasn't that close, and I had cut it too close. I suspected I would make the news again since someone had to take a picture of me in my Ferrari when it floated up and flew away. It was exhilarating. I got to within a few blocks of Reyes and landed on a side street and drove to their entrance. I was expected but had some of the kid in a car dance. I was dressed in a nice suit so in the end they let me in.

I went to reception and asked for Charles, the head of sales, who was expecting me.

Apparently he wasn't expecting me. I get that I'm young and little and all that and I am fine if you're surprised and need an explanation.

I am decidedly not fine when you are an ass. Charles was an ass. A blistering, loud ass.

"You know Charles, we are done. We didn't even make it out of the lobby. You didn't do the most basic homework about me. Did you even Google my name?" I said. The receptionist behind me rolled her eyes and made the finger in her mouth gag me motion and then pointed to Charles. I had to work hard to stifle my laugh.

"I know you didn't. You would have been more respectful if you knew I was Countess Pari of Dionysus," I said. OK that hit him between the eyes. Before he could even respond I spun and walked out. I didn't even make it to the parking lot before a good looking middle aged man came out the front door at a run.

"Countess Pari," he called. I wasn't even going to stop and was still thinking about it when out the door came Charles, carrying a box of what were clearly his things.

Just then, the man reached me. He didn't stick out his hand which meant that he knew the protocol. We didn't give a shit, but people seemed to care.

"I realize you will likely still leave but I wanted to apologize on behalf of my entire family. I am Julio Reyes. I am the President of Reyes Beverage Group. I had no idea you were coming, or I would have met you personally. I am sure you noticed that my older brother Charles is no longer with the firm," he said. His brother. He fired his brother.

"I assume your receptionist is getting a raise?" I said. He laughed and it was a very nice laugh.

"I assure you she will, particularly if I can convince you to come back in and meet with me," he said. Smooth, really smooth. I liked this guy. I smiled and headed towards the entrance with him matching my steps. Given I am short, and he was quite tall, that was thoughtful. A small thing but I do like thoughtful. We walked in past the receptionist and he stopped.

"Thank you Alba," he said. "I appreciate your intervening and know it was a difficult decision. At Countess Pari's insistence, you will see a 10% raise." I touched him on the arm and whispered in his ear when he leaned down. He laughed.

"My mistake. 20%," he said laughing. I loved the twinkle in his eyes. Alba was clearly pleased, and I stuck out my hand and did the instructions.

"I know who you are," she said. "Everyone in Chicago knows who you are. Now even Charles knows who you are."

I was glad I made it past Charles. Julio was a delight. We worked out an excellent distribution deal for both our organizations.

"One last thing and I'm ready to sign. I'd like Alba to be our dedicated account exec," I said. He smiled and hit a button on his phone.

"Please have Alba come in," he said. Moments later the door opened, and she walked in. Julio just nodded at me. I admit I laughed.

"Alba, Julio has agreed that you will be our dedicated account exec," I said. I loved the twinkle in her eye. It was quite like Julio's. Oh. Then she hugged me. Well I do like hugs. Then she hugged Julio. He clearly liked hugs too.

"I would be honored," she said turning to Julio. "Thanks Dad, I appreciate the opportunity."

Nailed it.

"Could I interest you both in dinner? I can make reservations at Mon Ami Gabi," I said.

"In the Belden-Stratford," they said together.

Alba beat Julio to jinx, and we all laughed.

"Your significant others are welcome as well," I said. "I just need a total count." A look passed between them and Alba answered. I knew that look. I loved that look. Oh boy.

"We are both single right now," she said. "Is the Belden-Stratford considered consulate property?" Ah. Double ah.

"No," I said. "But my house just down the street is. I'm a bit limited in the states. Perhaps we could walk over for a night cap."

"I'd like that," they both said. This time Julio got jinx out first.

"So, Alba, did you grow up with the business?" I asked. She laughed.

"Since I was little," she said. "I was driving forklifts at 6."

"Do you know the finances as well?" I asked. She laughed again.

"I'm a CPA as of last week," she said. "Dad is just making me start from the bottom. Or he was. Now I am an account exec for our newest customer." Yeah we all laughed. She was so genuine. So was Julio.

"I have to ask," I said. "Feel free to tell me to mind my own business. You're both so friendly and genuine. Charles was an ass and your brother." I stopped there and raised my eyebrows. They just broke up.

"Charles was actually an effective salesman. To other men. He struggled with women. He also just hates kids," said Alba. I was intrigued that she answered.

"You were his perfect storm. A powerful young woman who could have made his year," she continued. "The internal conflict blew him apart. If this was a superhero movie he would have exploded in the lobby."

"That would have been messy," I said. "He was kind of a big guy." We all lost it. We were laughing so hard that Julio's assistant came in to check on us. We finally calmed down.

"May I speak freely?" I asked.

"I can leave," said Alba.

"I'd like you to stay," I said. "If Julio doesn't mind." He just nodded and waved us over to a seating area.

"I'm on my way to meet with another distributor," I said. "I already have an appointment and they intrigue me. That leads to a question that may seem off the wall, but I assure you there is a connection. I know your business is family owned but would you consider an investor? We would work out a fair offer for anything up to 100%. If you prefer, we could invest less, perhaps up to 49%, so that you maintain control."

Julio thought about it for a moment.

"We are asked this question often. My answer has always been no. But your query is on behalf of the kingdom, correct?" I nodded.

"I have followed your family's investments," he said. "They should be case studies. You invest well and all involved win. You are the most ethical family ever and ensure that not only do the companies succeed but that all involved, down to the lowest level employee, benefit."

"Even the receptionist," said Alba, dryly. We lost it again. They were fun people.

"So yes," he said. "We would listen."

"OK. I'd suggest two next steps. I'm going to see Ben E. Keith in Dallas," I said.

"A fine company and a fierce competitor. I know the family well and you'll like them," said Julio.

"That's a refreshingly honest take on a competitor," I said.

"Let me roll it forward and see if I am close," he said. "You're considering buying them. I know that the current generation wants to retire and there are no obvious successors beyond the son. He is good but not quite ready. They're picky about a buyer because the company is important to them. They approached us and we had amicable discussions, but they were too big to swallow. Nothing is too big for you. You're considering buying it, merging us, and using the value of your purchase as your investment or at least some of it. We are worth more than double so some additional investment would be required."

"And you'd get beer at your schools," added Alba. I am sure Julio's assistant was confused by the laughter.

"What would you value them at?" I asked. He named a figure almost exactly the same as mine.

"What would you value your company?" I asked.

He named a larger figure about 5% less than my valuation.

"You're dead on for them. You're 5% low for yourself," I said.

"Low? Your negotiating tactic is to tell us we are not asking enough?" said Alba.

"Yes. Because you would have eventually figured it out. We negotiate fairly even if that includes telling you that you should ask for more. Particularly if you do," I said.

"Would they know Alba?" I asked.

"Absolutely. Our families are friends as well. We often vacation together. Their son is Alba's age. He is just not ready to run the business. Close though," said Julio. Alba nodded in agreement.

"So, bringing Alba and explaining the entire situation would be viewed favorably?" I asked.

"Absolutely," he said. "We wanted to make it work but the financing wasn't there. We are not a money losing tech startup." Yeah I laughed again.

"Then let's go. Our meeting is in 90 minutes," I said.

"90 minutes," said Alba. I just smiled and started to walk out.

"Wait. What was the second thing?" said Julio.

"To value your company," I said. "But you already did that. Unless you've changed your mind, we have agreed on 95% of your figure plus the value of the Dallas company. That leaves 5% of the combined company in your family's hands. We'll award another 5% from our share to the Dallas family."

"You mean minus the value of the Dallas company," he said, gently correcting me.

"No, I said it right," I said.

"But that would mean you overpay us by billions," he said.

"Don't worry, you'll earn it," I said. "After all, when I buy Glazer's and Hand Family, you'll be bigger than Anheuser-Busch distributors. You'll earn your keep. You have to do well for when you turn the company over to Alba. After all, you don't want to work forever."

I headed out and they both just stood there in shock.

"Come on Alba," I said. That shook them out of it, and she followed me out of his office and the front door.

"You drive a Ferrari 488 Pisto," she said.

"You know your cars," I said. She laughed.

"I love cars. Just love them. I know them all," she said. "I even drove carts when I was young. I was good. Really good. I could have moved up, but the family business called."

"Good thing I came along," I said, flipping her the keys. Her eyebrows shot up, but she was game.

"Do you know where the nearest Target is?" I asked.

"Sure," she said.

"Good. That's where my plane is," I said.

"Of course it is," she said climbing into the car. We got strapped in and she fired it up. It didn't make any noise at all. She looked at me.

"Electric," I said. She just nodded.

"Quick question," I said. "Any chance you know how to fly a plane?"

"I'm rated up to multi engine prop," she said.

"Well aren't you interesting," I said.

"You have no idea," she said. Hmm. I sure as hell hope I was reading this right. She is smoking hot and so is her dad.

"Press the button next to the start button," I said. She did without question.

"Now tell the car to take you to Target," I said. She didn't really need to be able to fly but people freaked out less if they did when you surprised them. She just looked at me and I nodded.

"Take us to the nearest Target," she said.

"Should I load us on the plane?" asked the car in Leslie's voice. That was Rylee and Lawrence's inside joke. I nodded at her.

"Yes please," she said. With that we lifted up to about 30 meters and head towards the Target.

Alba laughed the entire way. We landed behind the plane and the loading ramp lowered. The car drove itself on board and we were lifted up.

I opened the door and led her through the door into the cabin. Even with the car, the plane could comfortably hold 12 passengers. I kept going and waved her into the co-pilots seat.

"That was a hoot," said Alba. "But it was completely silent even when we drove on board. That's not exactly a Ferrari sound. Is there an engine at all, or just electric motors?"

"It is ion powered. No engine, just electric motors. It doesn't need fuel," I said. "Tell the plane we want Costco 792. It is easiest if you know the store number."

"Costco 792 please," said Alba. The plane lifted up and we shot off.

"Couldn't anybody steal your plane?" asked Alba.

"No, it validates the requestor's voice print," I said.

"So, you already knew who I was," she said.

"No that was a surprise," I said. "The car heard me tell you to what to do and took that as permission. The plane did too but you were already in the approved database because the car put you in it."

"Of course," she said. Yeah we both broke up again. That's all we got in because we were landing already. That got raised eyebrows. We walked back and got in the car. I let her drive again. We dropped down and this time we actually drove because it wasn't far. She pulled up to the guard gate. I leaned over and gave him both our names.

"Yes, I see you're both on the list," he said, raising the gate. "Just follow the road to the visitor's lot."

"How did he have my name?" she asked.

"Either the car or the plane called ahead. They inferred you were going with me," I said. "Probably the plane since you were already on this list. I get this takes some getting used to."

"You betcha," she said in her best Minnesota accent. We both laughed again. I liked Alba. Her dad could retire whenever he wanted. We would have that chat. We walked into the lobby and there was an older man leaning on a cane standing at the reception desk.

"Uncle Benny!" shouted Alba who ran up and gave him a gentle hug. She introduced me. Heck I went for the hug too and they both laughed. He led us off towards a door.

"So, she's buying us both Alba?" said Uncle Benny. I knew he was the CEO and he clearly knew who I was too. He didn't even comment on my age. Wow.

"Hopefully," responded Alba. We made it to the top floor, and he led us into a beautifully decorated corner office. Sort of old school club mixed with modern touches. I loved it.

"I love your office," I said. "The mix of genres is a huge win." Benny just beamed.

"It is the work of my son, Kelvin," said Benny. "When we close this deal, it will be his office. Reporting to Alba I presume?" Alba's eyes got huge and Benny laughed.

"Oops. Apparently you hadn't told her yet," he said. Before Alba could react the door opened, and Alba squealed. A handsome man about her age her walked in. She ran over and he enveloped her in a hug. They walked over with their arms very comfortably around each other. Alba introduced me and he broke their grip and stuck out his hand.

Oh come on. I went in for the hug. It was a nice hug. Oh, he was hard, but then again so was Uncle Benny. I wonder if it was for Alba or me.

Or both.

Benny had sat down in a nice chair next to a couch. Kelvin and Alba sat on the couch leaving enough room on each side for the Dallas Cowboys. That's to say they sat close. Really close. I chose the chair next to Benny. He turned to me. I liked this guy.

"How much?" he said. Right to the point. I loved it. I named a figure. Alba coughed. She knew I'd just offered 50% more than the valuation. I liked these people.

"You'd merge us with Reyes and Kelvin would report to Alba?" he said. "Blended or subsidiary?"

"Her call," I said. Alba started to say something, but I held up my hand. Benny stuck out his hand.

"Deal. That's more than fair. You're overpaying and I'll bet you know it but you're OK with it because you like a solid win-win," said Benny. I just smiled.

"Well I'm heading home," said Benny. "The office is yours Kelvin. Maybe I'll visit some. I'll call Julio and tell him he retired today too." With that he got up. I got another hug. We all did. Then he quietly walked out. I saw the tear and followed him out.

"I know this must be hard," I said, in the hall. He laughed.

"Not at all," he said. "That was a good tear. A very good tear. It was past my time. I couldn't imagine an outcome anywhere nearly as wonderful as this one. You're an amazing young woman Pari. I've been following your schools since before you took over. You've done an incredible job for the world. Our family understood what you're doing years ago. That's why Alba and Kelvin are ready. I know you had dinner planned with Alba and Julio and you'll do that someday but tonight take out Alba and Kelvin. They're too stupid to see they're in love yet. You'll help them with that too. I'll tell Julio dinner is off too. You'll be fine taking them to Dionysus. Trust me."

"Thank you," he said. He gave me another quick hug and walked off. I was so tempted to follow and blow him. Someday.

Damn. This day turned out weird and weird for us was, well, weird. It is barely noon. I texted Eduardo that I'd be home for dinner with two more in 45 minutes. I got a smiley back. I walked back in and Kelvin was sitting at the desk and Alba was standing right next to him. It would have made a nice picture. All the drawers were open.

"They're all empty," said Kelvin. "He knew. How did he know?" A darn good question, but I suspected Julio. I am confident that when we got back to Chicago, Julio's drawers would be empty too. Alba jumped right in.

"What the hell did he mean about Dad retiring and Kelvin reporting to me?" said Alba. "I'm the fucking receptionist."

"Account exec," I said which did make her laugh and broke her trance.

"If you didn't follow that conversation, maybe you aren't ready," I said, with a smile. She quieted down for bit.

"Which office is best prepared to run remotely?" I asked. They both looked at me, clearly confused.

"Long distances marriages are difficult," I said. "It would be better for you to pick a city, but maybe not until we finish our acquisition spree." All four eyes got really wide. Finally, Kelvin spoke.

"Did you just propose for us? Can you do that?" said Kelvin.

"I suppose that depends on whether you both say yes," I said. He stood up and Alba jumped into his arms and started kissing him. Oh, he was kissing right back.

"Apparently I can," I said, but I don't think either one of them was listening anymore.

"But what about..." said Alba, and then cut herself off. Kelvin looked horrified. I laughed.

"Let's sit down. We have things to talk about," I said. And they weren't work related.

They sat on the couch again. Close. Holding hands. I wanted to shake them up a bit, so I took a little risk. I climbed on the couch and sat on them both, on one of each of their legs. Close. Facing them. They didn't flinch or even react.

"So how much do you know about Dionysus?" I said. They looked at each other.

"Just the basics. Lots of money. Great for kids. Powerful young women," said Alba.

"That's all?" I said.

They looked at each other again. I could tell Kelvin was getting hard and so were Alba's nipples.

"Anything you've heard about Dionysus that bothers or concerns you?" I said. They both said no fast.

"Anything about Dionysus that particularly intrigues you or you like a lot?" I said. OK, a couple small moans escaped.

"OK, can I be really blunt with you? To the point of a lot of personal risk for me?" I said. "And maybe misreading this entire situation, potentially even killing the deal?"

"We like blunt," said Alba, with a smile. Kelvin let out a little moan.

"OK, they're an undercurrent here. I have sensed it with both of your families," I said. "I like what I sense, and I think you do too. Everything you've heard about Dionysus is likely true and you probably haven't heard everything. But I'm going to play hypothetical here. Just my imagination. Say there were two families. In the same business. Competitors, but friendly about it. Their families got along well, and one part of that was that they were non-traditional. They lived a life that would have fit into Dionysus quite well. They each had a child about the same age and they experimented with each other early. Probably well beyond accepted norms. Pretty young. Very young. Younger than me young." They were entranced but didn't stop me.

"This non-traditional approach extended to the broader family," I said. "The kids and adults got along really well and did things that they all loved, but society might not have, again at a young age. I'm reading something into this hypothetical that I haven't quite figured out yet, so I'm going to share a little more about Dionysus. I have my own house. I live with my boyfriend. He is adorable and funny and 19 years old. Our sex life is incredible, but it isn't limited to just each other. I love sex and our culture separates good sex from love. I like boys and girls. Almost everyone does. We rarely fall asleep alone. It might be a friend. A boy or a girl. It just as easily could be my mom or dad or both. Or a member of the royal family. One of my best friends is Leslie. She's married at 14 to both a boy and girl. That are twins. Is the story clear enough?"

They both moaned. We were communicating in moans.

"What I am missing here is another person. The third in your relationship," I said. "Do either of you have a younger brother or sister?" They looked at each other.

"I do," said Alba. "Julio Junior. JJ. He's 11 years old."

"And if I defined your relationship properly, it would be a poly relationship that included him?" I said. They looked at each other and Kelvin nodded.

"Yes," said Alba.

"And do you define sex the same way we do? Lots of sex is great fun and has nothing to do with your stable relationship?" I asked.

"Yes," said Kelvin.

"Do I turn you on?" I said. Both of them moaned. I laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said, with a smile. I gave them the entire can but don't have to speech. Then I took off my dress and put one of each of their hands on my puffies.

And got more moans.

I got up and walked over and locked the door and walked back, shimmying out of my panties. Hey, at least I wore panties.

"Can but don't have to," I said. They both stood up and stripped. Hot damn. Kelvin was ripped and had a thick 8-inch (20 cm) cock. I could see what Alba liked, at least physically. Then again she was just as smoking. The name Alba fit. She looked a lot like Jessica Alba, the actress, except younger and much better looking. Trim, flat stomach, shaved, with incredible firm C cup breasts and huge puffy nipples. Damn.

"I know you haven't seen each other in a bit," I said. "Why don't I sit this one out and let you have some fun, at least first."

"No," they both said, insistently and together. Not even a bother with a jinx this time.

"OK," I said. "Alba, sit back on the couch." She did and I got between her legs. My God, the view from here was incredible. She had an innie, which made her look younger, although the C cups would have sent a message. I pulled her open and just enjoyed the view for a moment. I leaned down and licked and licked. She was incredibly wet. I inserted one, then two, fingers and started pumping. Then I did my little ass wiggle. I figured I'd have to explain the meaning.

I didn't. He gently slid that monster in. I think he was a little surprised I could take it. Oh, I could. He was too gentle, so I turned my head a bit.

"Pound me. Cum in me," I said.

He did. He lasted too. Long enough for me to get Alba over two strong orgasms. Just as her third built, he emptied into me. Over and over. A lot of cum.

Oh good. He pulled out and I stood up and pulled on my panties.

"Squish squish," I said to their laughter. "Someone will like it. We might be a little late to dinner though."

Kelvin was already hard. I pointed at his cock and at her pussy. They got the idea. He got on his knees and slid in. I'd made sure she was well lubricated. I'm surprised her moan didn't bring in the secretary, but something told me that it wasn't the first moan heard from this office. I climbed on the couch and sucked on a nipple and played with her clit. Once I got my fingers wet enough, I reached around and pushed two into his ass.

He liked it. I knew he'd like it.

He simply exploded. Once they pulled apart, she stood up and pulled on her panties.

"Squish, squish," she said, laughing. "I am sure someone will like this too." What a way to meet a new friend.

We got dressed and I led them back downstairs and out to the parking lot. I'm pretty sure the office we left smelled strongly of sex. Ah well, they needed to get used to it.

"Dallas," said Alba. "We'll live in Dallas." That got her a hug. From both of us.

"Our car will only hold two," said Alba.

"No problem," I said. I pulled out my phone and retrieved the plane. I'm sure that freaked out a few people at Costco, but I did check to ensure no one was too close. Alba and Kelvin didn't know what I was doing until the plane appeared and floated down into an empty spot of the parking lot.

Then the car loaded itself. That confused Kelvin a bit, particularly since it was silent.

We got inside and I put them both in the jump seat. I was saving the co-pilot seat.

"Tell the plane JJ's address," I said. Alba immediately did and the plane took off. That confused Kelvin even more. Back to Chicago to Julio's house. We landed in the driveway of a very nice home. The doors weren't down but a moment when Alba ran down them towards the house.

"Be right back," said Alba, running towards the door, which was impressive in heels. She came back just a few minutes later holding the hand of miniature Julio. How else could I describe him. Not that miniature actually. Probably 5'8" (173 cm), trim, sexy AF. He was in shorts and a tight muscle shirt.

"Sorry, I probably smell," he said. "I was working out."

I went for the hug anyway. I put him in the co-pilot's seat, and we all strapped in. I made sure to turn on the gravity, for now.

"Orbit," I said, to stares from them both. We lifted off and did a speedy but gentle climb to get into low orbit. I stood up and held out my hand to JJ. He stood up and took it. I waved to the other two and led them back into the cabin. I pointed to a door.

"Shower," I said. Oh, good, he stripped out here. Damn. Just damn. A nice hard thick 7-inch (18 cm) cock. Yum. Impressive kid for 11.

"Feels like time for cleanup," I said, stripping. Alba and Kelvin laughed, and JJ just looked at us, but I waved him into the shower.

Then I joined him. It was a big shower. He did clean me out, under the warm water. Then he made love to me and he was very good at it.

We dried each other off, which got him hard again, but I told him to save it. We went out and I turned off the gravity and we floated around laughing until we finished the orbit. Yeah, Kelvin and Alba were naked by then. Space nudity was a thing. And a porn title.

As we started to land, they all reached for their clothes, but I shook my head no.

"I think I'm going to like this place," said JJ.

"Oh, you will," I said. "For example, you can marry Alba and Kelvin. Now." They all looked at me with big eyes and then smiled.

We're a fun country.

We had quite a night. Simpson and JJ, um, got along. They ended up staying the weekend and met a lot more people. I'll tell those stories sometime.

Oh, and I gave the Ferrari to Alba.

It was inevitable

Bob here. Well, we were prepared, because we knew it would eventually happen, but that doesn't make it a good thing. Actually, that applies to a lot of things in this story, but I'll get to that.

We were prepared for detailed news about our culture getting out. There were rumors and most people, deep down, probably knew, but the details and confirmation had not happened. Honestly, it surprised us given how many people were residents of our various locations now. The way it happened was unfortunate, and our investigation and discovery were horrible. I'll get there too. Bear with me. We're all still a little overwhelmed.

I'll start at the beginning. I got a text from Leslie that she needed to see Amy and me immediately. She even said it was an emergency and she was bringing someone with her. That's never a good thing. Amy and I were incredibly busy doing absolutely nothing, so we got dressed and waited. The fact that we got dressed showed how serious we felt this must be. I sometimes went weeks without any clothes on. Sorry, probably shouldn't have given you that mental image. This was serious.

Leslie showed up a few minutes later with Hill in tow. Well that can't be good. Hill is the head of DI6. Hey, creating a country was a lot of work. We stole things from other countries. The UK had MI6. We had DI6. I suppose we should have figured out what MI stood for, but anyway, DI6 is our foreign intelligence service. Stop laughing. We were a real country, with lots of citizens, and becoming a world power. We needed a foreign intelligence service. Even if ultimately it reported to Amy and me, which is just ludicrous.

It is a good thing we have Leslie, who runs all of this.

Leslie pulled out her phone and hit a button to cast it to the TV in the living. What showed on the screen was a webpage.

With the title Child abuse and sexcations. Oh boy. I quickly read through the article and it was incredibly detailed. The exact rules of consent. Details about Gamma, including every location. Pictures. There were lots and lots of pictures. Oh, they fuzzed out the private parts, but there were a lot of adults doing a lot of things with what the world still considered children. I recognized at least four of our resorts.

Wait. Some of these were taken on our back porch. At the very bottom was a warning that more pictures were coming, including pictures of the royal family. Well shit. There was also an audio link.

Leslie played it. It was someone going over the age of consent and then using pretty graphic language about what she wanted someone to do to her. The voice was young, really young. My first thought was it could have been fake, but then I realized I knew the voice. Well.

Pari. The voice was Pari.

Ah shit, this just keeps getting worse. Leslie must have seen my face fall, or Amy's. Clearly we both got it about the same time.

"Yeah, it sucks," said Leslie. "She had no idea. None of us did. I'll let Hill explain."

"We had heard rumors for a while. We always heard rumors, so we didn't sound an alarm, since they all turned out to be just rumors," said Hill. "Until now. We need to involve the Council on next steps."

"Does Pari know?" asked Amy. Leslie and Hill both shook their heads no.

"Fuck," I said, which was about all I had to add. "I'll tell her. I'm the closest to her." That didn't even make Amy laugh. She knows I really love Pari. We all do.

Just fuck.

I left the three of them to work on next steps. They were leaning towards publicly admitting to everything. Oh, we'd discussed this a thousand times. It was inevitable and it was out there a bit. Remember Gabe and Carlina. But this was fucking kids on vacation. Maybe we never should have gone there, but we did. We value the kids. That's the confusing part.

We knew what we would do. We'd been through drills, role plays, and training. We also knew that Amy and I needed to stay the fuck out of it. It needed to be the kids. Our kids. Our extended family. All of them. Now it needed to include Pari. It had to.

Fuck. Sorry, my vocabulary is a little over the top. This sucked, particularly having to tell Pari. I set off to Pari's house, with a security officer in tow. What Simpson did was wildly illegal. We didn't have many laws but that one was important. Intentionally letting the word out was bad. Really bad. We didn't know what the punishment was, because it had never happened, but it would be overwhelmingly bad. It had to be.

We had to be careful, though, because many would consider him a saintly whistle blower.

Ah fuck.

We got to their house and I rang the doorbell. What Pari knew, and I suspected Simpson did not, was that someone ringing your doorbell was a big deal. We all just walk in. Pari opened the door in a panic.

"Fuck," she said, using a similar vocabulary. "Who died? Fuck."

"No one died," I said. "But you might kill someone. Is Simpson home?"

"Yeah, he's in the shower," she said. The security officer swept past her. He could take care of that. I took Pari's hand and led her into the living room. Did I mention she was naked? I was about to ruin her life.

"We need to talk," I said. "I need to show you something." I cast my phone to her TV and walked her through it. Before I even got very far, she reacted.

"Simpson did this," she said, in a sad voice. Just then she saw the audio clip.

"Play it," she said.

"Are you sure?" I said.

"Play it," she said, much more forcefully.

So, I did. I thought she'd cry, but she wasn't sad, she was angry. Not just at Simpson either. At his dad.

"Clearly I need to go," said Pari, for the first time starting to lose it. "I'll send a written resignation letter but consider this my verbal. I'll be out of the house by the end of the day." Oh, got it. I did what every authority figure did or should.

I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. She just broke down crying and hugged me tight. I talked to her, basically whispering in her ear.

"Pari, I don't accept your resignation and you're not going anywhere," I said. "This wasn't your fault and we all knew it would happen eventually. You're our family."

She sat up and I could see her jaw set.

"Good thing I didn't marry him yet," she said, with determination. Then she laughed. We both did. It just took all the bad shit out of her. Then she pulled my shirt off.

"Are you sure?" I said.

"Yeah. Since everyone knows, what would we be hiding?" she said, with a smile. She pulled off my shorts and pushed me back on the couch. She climbed up and slid right on. She gently bounced up and down, making love to me. I focused on her nipples and her clit. While we were doing it, the security officer led Simpson out in handcuffs. Pari didn't even look his way.

This sucked, but I admit making love to Pari was heavenly. She's just such an amazing person and didn't deserve this. She settled down on my cock and stopped.

"What happens to Simpson?" asked Pari. "This is a big fucking deal, but you've got to consider the PR impact. If you punish him too severely, you're punishing a whistle blower. Maybe we could just make him disappear. Shoot him into the sun."

"Tempting, but probably not the best idea," I said. My cock was throbbing inside her, but I knew now was the time to talk. She gently started squeezing me. She didn't move up and down, just used her muscle control.

It was a little hard to concentrate.

"I don't know," I said, honestly. "It's a difficult situation. Here's what I am thinking. The investigation showed that while Simpson was involved, it was from pressure from his dad. He's a controlling parent and Simpson is pretty naive. My inclination is to just expel Simpson, but to indict his dad and request extradition."

"Extradition? We don't even have a court system," said Pari. "People just don't do these things."

"I know, and we don't, but we can't exactly have the US to deal with this one, can we?" I said. "Sadly, it is time for us to have a court system. And a prison."

"Well shit," said Pari. "That's a turn of events I don't like and I'm responsible." She said it with such passion that she clamped right down on me. It wasn't exactly the appropriate time, but I came hard. It caught her off guard and she came too.

Also hard. She fell onto my chest and started crying again, with me still inside. I softened enough and slipped out but kept hugging her.

I didn't quite know what else to do.

Well fuck

OK, the title is appropriate. Sorry, Pari here. This sucks so bad. I know I am not responsible, but I did bring Simpson back into my life after he was a fucking idiot. I should not have done that. I am not going to bore you all with the details about what happened to Simpson and his dad. He's gone. Just gone. I will walk through what we did about it. That was on me. I am the voice on the recording. A now very recognizable voice. I did the press circuit, as did some of my surrogates. Carlina, Tegan, Henry, Carol, Rylee. You get the idea. In many cases we did it with our parents or our whole family. Mom and Dad jumped in with me, along with Denne. Denne was my rock. As soon as he found out, he showed up at my house with a small suitcase and moved right in. Not forever, but he knew I needed someone, and he was that someone. I love that little guy.

Do you know what simply amazed me? The entire thing died in less than a week. There was minimal blowback and it started a global conversation on kids and what they could do. Let's face it, we rolled out some pretty compelling people and stories. It seemed that, at least a little bit, the world was ready. It didn't hurt that we allowed selected psychologists to come in and interview any school kids they wanted. Anyone. Every single psychologist published articles about how well-balanced and focused our kids were, how there was no bullying, how the children advanced at an amazing rate, and how generally happy everyone in the community was.

Three of the psychologists moved here with their families.

Another show

Mia here again. I seem to get special priority on the journals now, mostly because I am opening the door to our society. After all, my Paris show softened the blow, so to speak. I guess Simpson and his dad threw the door open, but I still think my photos are helping. Orlando certainly does. My first show was an incredible success, even though it included some pretty bold nudity, particularly the shot of Carlina and Ruby. If only they had seen the rest of the shoot. You know where they go down on each other, then use the double-ended dildo, then the finale where Tavi and Tomas DP Ruby, right next to Gabe and Luca doing the same thing to Carlina. That's hot but maybe not for my next show. Orlando and I discussed it and decided to work through a series that pushed the envelope.

Hard.

Maybe not kids fucking hard, but pretty close. If we decided to do it, no one could do a thing, because the gallery was in what is now the consulate.

Our laws. Just because the world knew more now didn't change that. What amazed us all was that the whole thing blew over quickly. In other words, it wasn't really news to many.

Orlando and I, with Valeria's help, put together some very specific series. I'll describe them and then come back to the discussion by the larger group on what to include in the next show. This wasn't a decision for just the two of us. One area of spirited discussion was that some of our youngest people were both legally adults and married. So, anything we did would be consensual between married adults. That changed the dynamic. Remember the Carlina across Ruby shoot? We did a new one. Sort of a big/little, if you consider an olive skinned, incredibly gorgeous Hispanic preteen the big. We did, because the little wasn't Carlina.

It was Nan.

We took over a thousand shots of them starting in cheer shorts and camisoles to nude and graphic. The contrast of their size and skin tone was incredible. All on the simple white background. We started with them undressing each other. Nan's shirt. Ruby's shirt. Nan's shorts. Ruby's shorts. Then they sat on the floor next to each other, leaning against the wall, with their legs together. Very chaste.

Then they started open their legs. Wider and wider and wider, until they were very exposed. Ruby's leg was over Nan's, and they were side by side.

Then the girls pulled their lips apart. Yes, apart. To the point where you could see inside them.

It was gorgeous and anyone that claimed otherwise was lying.

Then they stepped it up a little more and we had a series of shots with them visibly rubbing their clits. It was a great series, because their pussy lips went from very light pink to a dark rouge as they got more and more excited.

Then they put one finger in. Then two. I swooned a bit. You're hard, aren't you?

We kept going. They crossed arms and started gently massaging each other's clits, then inserted one, then two fingers. They were pumping them in and out and dragging their fingers across the other girl's clits.

This went on until they both very visibly made the O face. I actually caught their squirt in the air. The final shot is them leaning back, with a visible puddle between their legs.

That was just the first set with them.

Then we escalated. The first shot was at about a 45 degree angle, from the back. You can't see much of Nan, but you can see Ruby has her head between her legs and you can see every bit of Ruby. Glistening Ruby. The shots progress as I moved a little more towards the side and zoomed in.

The final shot is an extreme closeup. You see Nan's engorged clit, and Ruby's tongue just touching it. You can see that Ruby has a finger in her.

Oh yeah, you moaned.

The last series is them doing the golden arches, facing each other, with Ruby's legs over Nan's. They've got a thin double-ended dildo inserted and they're playing with their own clits. The final shot has their heads back, clearly having an orgasm, with a simply huge puddle between them.

Yeah we were pushing it just a bit. Hey, you didn't have to come to the show.

Our favorite new model

For my next shoot, I have to introduce my favorite new model. I met her on opening weekend at the gallery. She came with her father, although based on their chemistry with each other, I was confident that their relationship was a lot more. Her name was Soline. She was 11 years old and classically French. Tall, long dark hair, incredible little puffies in a too tight tank top. What attracted her to me beyond her potential as a model was that she was smart and witty, and often snarky. Truly a cool young woman. I approached her at the show and asked her and her father if she would consider modeling for me. She was excited. He was concerned.

"You seem concerned. Remember, you set the boundaries. Nothing goes into a show without both of you approving it. Of course, the boundaries for a private shoot, for your enjoyment, can be different. Dramatically different," I said. As I said that, I rubbed his arm and then took a giant leap and stroked my hand across her left nipple.

Oh, it got hard and so did he. I think I read them correctly.

That following week they came in for the first shoot. It turned out he was a single dad and the mom was long out of the picture. Their relationship was fascinating, as sometimes it was stern father and sometimes it was so clearly lovers. We did the first shoot in the white room, which is my favorite. I had her model a number of outfits, from prim schoolgirl, through just bikini bottoms. She clearly wasn't bashful around Dad, since she stripped and changed in front of them. That wasn't particularly surprising, given this is Paris.

Back to those bikini bottoms. Wow. Just wow. Small string bikini bottoms, in white, and unlined. She took the shoot to the next level, first by rubbing herself through her panties. She moaned. We all moaned. She sat down and leaned against the wall. She kept rubbing herself through the bikini and used her other hand to tweak a nipple. Then she pulled one of the strings and folded the bottoms about of the way. She openly rubbed her clit and then slipped one, then two fingers inside. She got herself right there, and then went over. She came so hard she vibrated and squirted everywhere. She leaned back in that post-orgasm haze.

I was so enthralled with the shoot that I hadn't noticed her dad, until he walked into the shoot.

Naked and hard. He walked up and offered her his cock. The next series was her pumping two fingers in and out of herself while using her other hand to play with his balls while she deepthroated him. Oh, he didn't last. He pulled out and covered those puffies with cum.

Hell yes, I kept shooting.

He didn't even go soft. He was still hard as a rock. He sat down and leaned against the wall and she climbed on, facing me, and impaled herself on his cock. His cum was still dripping down, and onto his cock. She was bouncing up and down, in one continuous orgasm, until he just filled her up. She slid slowly off, and the final shots were his cum oozing back out and dripping back onto his cock.

No, that's not quite right. The final shots were me, naked, licking everything up. Oh, I had the camera on a rapid timer and the video running. I was positioned slightly at an angle, so you could see everything, but my ass was to the camera and in the final shots you could see me actually dripping.

A nice first photoshoot with a new model, don't you think? Oh, I don't think I will use the shots of her sucking her dad's cock.

Yet. Maybe that's not even true. I'd been talking to Orlando about galleries at the Gamma resorts. I think they'd be popular. We're still not ready to sell those shots though. Maybe never. Probably never.

Oh the next shoot

So, let's got to the next shoot. Gabe and Carlina. Remember, they're married. Facing each other, with clothes, undressing each other. Then a beautiful nude shot of them holding hands, facing the camera, smiling. Some nice additional shots, but I'll jump to the ones I liked the best.

It starts with Gabe on his back. I'm shooting from his head to his toes. Carlina is sitting across his legs. His hard cock is lying against his stomach. The series shows her grasping his cock and holding it up and stroking him.

It is so fucking erotic.

It progresses to her lifting up and moving a bit. She's poised in the air over his cock. It's a defining shot. Will she? Will she?

The next series shows her slowly lowering herself onto him. First there is just the head inside and it progresses to her sitting on him, cock all the way inside.

I shot hundreds of shots as they fucked and, of course, had video running.

The final shot, she's lifted off and sat back below his cock. She's holding it and a shot of cum is shooting out, caught in mid-air, but it isn't the first stream. She already has cum everywhere. In her hair, across her face, down her chest, completely obscuring her left nipple, and dripping across her pussy.

It. Was. Incredible.

They loved it and pushed me to make an entire room with the series. That's my plan. First Nan and Ruby, and it gets increasingly erotic as you moved into the room. You turn the corner to see them with the dildo inside and that last wall is them fucking.

The Gabe and Carlina shoot is similar. You walk around an outside wall. The first wall is her taking his cock and stroking it. The second wall starts with her above his cock and ends with her impaled.

Then you turn the corner for the one final shot.

Breathtaking. Graphic, powerful, erotic, taboo.

I'll stop here for now. There is more. Maybe later.

More Islands? Sure

Bob here. Leslie had made such amazing progress on the new islands that I was feeling the urge.

Zillow wasn't really any good for finding new parts of our nation. Shouldn't that be a filter?

OK, maybe that would have a limited audience. Before I started looking I had an interesting conversation with Kyrsten. She was well aware of our efforts in providing regional security from our new outposts. The US officially supported our efforts. As she put it, she would rather have Leslie and Heather in charge than power mad politicians. It is actually hard to argue against that thinking.

I hadn't been thinking of adding more land, but she reached out to me with the idea. I admit the idea that the US would cede jurisdiction surprised me. What was she going to offer? Puerto Rico?

Actually yes. As she looked at it, they would never get statehood and we would be better for them. I reminded her that we just couldn't take over a population because of our, well, cultural differences.

A head slapping moment for her. Although with everything that had happened recently, maybe it wasn't that farfetched. I'll take it to the council, but not yet. I did let Kyrsten know that.

But she had come with a Plan B. It seemed there was a whole series of islands off South Carolina that were undeveloped. They never would be as they were too far to build a bridge and anything else wasn't commercially viable.

Except for us. We had the money and technology that she didn't. Read that sentence again. We had the money and technology that the US didn't.

Eh, I am King Bob.

Yeah, I laughed too.

She liked the idea of our having a defensive force nearby. She shared her fear that the Tokyo incident was just the beginning and that it might reach much deeper. Possibly to the level of an attempt of a military coup. Many in the opposition didn't like the success of her more progressive programs. They were against things like healthcare and education and feeding the hungry.

Fun people.

I hoped she was wrong, but I saw where the country had been heading before Chris.

Too bad BC was taken because it sure applied.

Leslie and I were off on an island hunting trip. I'd had such fun with Morgan on our trip to Montreal that Leslie and I were making a week of it. We didn't see her enough. We were doing the same live on a new boat thing. I had a new 187 with ion drive delivered to the local marina. You couldn't just order one yet, but I could. Did you catch the part about ion drive? It wasn't directly using the drive but was acting as a generator to feed an electric drive. Too cool. We could take it out to the islands, but it was undeveloped, so I had a small helicopter delivered too. It was already on the boat when we got there. We had confirmed we could land a plane at the back of the marina parking lot. Leslie had insisted on her F-81. She didn't go anywhere without it. I'd also had a car delivered since we wanted to explore Charleston too. A convertible, of course. Just an M8. Nice but not too flashy. Ok. Flashy but not too flashy.

We were all set. We checked in with the marina and they had the keys to the M8. Leslie had found a little restaurant on the water, so we headed out. The time change was hitting us so while it was lunchtime here it was our dinner. We went to a little place called Halls Chophouse and it was awesome. At least no one misunderstood my daughter here. Given I'm just a little older now, and we were both dressed seriously well, no one questioned anything. Even the casual observer would love Leslie's outfit. Stradivarius. One of Ruby's brands. Her Kate Spade bag sent a message too. You don't want to know what those cost. I do think her custom Chuck Taylors really set it off. I was in one of my custom suits, with a Jerry Garcia tie. I loved his ties. Not the newer mass merchandise stuff. His early ties. I bought them off eBay. I had hundreds of them. Yes, we were overdressed for lunch, but who cares? The valet liked both the M8 and Leslie. I think he might have liked me too. Too bad we were in the US.

We decided to fly over the islands and then just chill on the boat tonight. We could go out and explore tomorrow. We changed clothes and hopped in the helicopter and Leslie took the left seat. Surprised? Me neither. She took us out and the islands were beautiful. About 5 miles wide but combined the four islands were a good 30 miles long. They were lush and undeveloped but did have good landing spots for tomorrow. Certainly, a risk in a hurricane so we would have to build appropriately and plan for evacuations. Too far for a bridge was right so lots of boats and a ferry. Nothing we hadn't done before. We would get power and water setup first. Ion power was a game changer.

First we would have to buy them, but we would land and look around before we did. We landed on the boat and as planned had a fully stocked kitchen. I threw baked potatoes and veggies on the grill while Leslie did salads. Once the potatoes were ready I grilled thick ribeyes. We were meat and potatoes tonight! After dinner we watched a little TV then just wore out. With the time change, it was seriously late for us.

We fell asleep together in bed, as you probably expected, but didn't do anything but cuddle and sleep.

But we woke up awfully early and were well rested. It was still dark, and we had a couple hours to kill. What to do, what to do.

Oh, you know what we did. It was wonderful. Leslie had grown so much since the day we met. She was a scared little girl, not quite sure what had happened. Now she was a powerful young woman with her PhD. You would think there were a dozen years between the two, but no, less than four years. I don't care what else happened, we had absolutely proven that young women and men were capable of more than ever had been expected of them. Leslie is the perfect example, but our family, and our islands, were full of examples. Look at any of them. Chris, Orlando, Morgan, Sophia. Go a little wider and you bring in Ruby and Gabe and Rylee and more.

I'm proud of our accomplishments as a family.

The sex was great too. Really great. Leslie was edging into C cup territory now and they were so sensitive. I could nibble on her for hours. Oh, I kind of did. She nibbled me back. I had to laugh, because she was going squish, squish. Did I mention the C cups? I remember flat little Leslie. I liked both. Oh, you do too.

Good food, good company, good sex

Leslie now. Last night was fun. I can't remember the last time Dad and I spent time together. Good food. Good company. We were up super early because of the time change. After I rocked his world, we went out to an all-night diner and waited until 0800 to fly out. It didn't seem nice to take off in a helicopter any earlier. We landed on each island and they were perfect. Lots of beaches. Perfect spots to land. No runways but we didn't need them. I'm not even sure why we bought the helicopter other than we could see from it so much better. We would make the north island the base and put a small port. We would build bridges between the islands and build roads. It was going to be a fun project but not for me. Delegate. That was my motto. We would need to find a project manager and hire the teams. Dad's new 187 would work as crew quarters until something was built.

We did spend the entire day on the islands. We had brought provisions and we basically played in the water at a dozen different beaches. Oh, we had sand in uncomfortable places. That was OK. Very OK. Dad has skills and we exercised them all. Come on, you knew we brought toys with us. He fucked me. I fucked him. We tried a lot of Kama Sutra positions and most of them were while waves were lapping over us.

We messaged Kyrsten that we were in.

The entire island thing was done in a day, so we spent the week cruising up and down the coast. Savannah. Jacksonville. Key West. It was great. Dad was great and I mean that in every way imaginable. I admit that the best was just falling asleep in his arms at night. Don't get me wrong. I love Hunter and Hallie and he loves Mom, but sometimes you just need to cuddle with your dad. We just define that a little differently than most.

Congressional approval

Sure, we bought the islands. It was interesting because it required Congressional approval. There was some pushback because of concerns of an environmental group so we met with them to discuss it with them and created a plan, with their involvement, to ensure that the islands were developed as a habitat for endangered species. We would basically develop three of the islands and leave the other one as a natural habitat. We discussed seeding the islands with endangered species in a hope to revive them.

Dinosaurs. I wanted dinosaurs. Oh yeah, that didn't go so well in the movies, did it?

This was getting increasingly weird. I bought an island on a lark. It turned out I actually bought four. Then I bought a couple more. Then Leslie bought more. Now we bought another four.

>From the United States. We had military forces on geographically dispersed islands.

Including right off the US coast.

Military forces. I bought an island for fun. I figured we would build a house and take an occasional vacation there. Now we were recognized members of the world community and our children were diplomatic superstars.

Kinda weird.

I'm proud of them. You understand why. I was also here to help. Leslie asked me if I could focus on the buildout of the new islands with H1.

Sure. I'm happy to help in any way that I can. Leslie flew off and I stayed behind. Chloe and Ben had a new protege and they suggested she come over to spend some time helping to layout the initial community. That was fine with me. I hadn't met Diane, but apparently she was already trained in the E-82, so she flew over to meet me. We had figured out that the E-82/F-81 could land on the 187, which we weren't sure when Leslie and I first flew over, so Diane landed directly on the boat, which I had anchored off the islands.

Shit. More islands to name. No, wait, that was OK. We liked the contests a lot.

Diane climbed down the stairs and wow, she was a beautiful young woman. I had no idea her ethnicity, but she shared she was Egyptian. Think Cleopatra if Cleopatra was better looking then Elizabeth Taylor. Yes, that good looking. I felt a little bad, because when she came off the plane, wearing one of those little rompers the girls favor, I reacted. You know. Reacted. She walked up and held out her hand to shake mine and then as she dropped her hand, she squeezed. You know. My cock.

"A pleasure to meet you both," said Diane, with a laugh. "Ben and Chloe said something about the best I'd ever had, so you have a big billing to live up to."

Well, I'd give it my best shot.

Did I mention that Diane was 12 years old? She was tall, at about 5'5" (165 cm), slim, with hips that were just beginning to flare, and nice A cup breasts pushing out the top of her romper. We weren't even off the deck before she dropped her romper and headed down to the master cabin. I was going to like working with Diane. She was an aggressive young woman and found the double-ended dildo pretty quickly. I was fine with taking orders, so found myself on my knees getting just pounded by this beautiful young woman. She had me roll and I was on my back with my legs in the air. She was pounding me something fierce and stroking my cock too. She went off, hard, and the sight was too much for me and I gave myself quite a facial. She licked it all up, but I got it all back.

I liked this girl.

"OK, now that we have that first cum out of the way," said Diane. "Show me your skills." Oh, I put them all to good use and had her cumming so hard and so long that she made me stop. It seemed like the perfect time to slide right in. Oh, you expected a power fuck, but I changed it up and made gentle love to her. She mewed the entire time and reached a plateau long before I did. She asked me to fill her up, which I did, and then she walked back out and pulled on her romper.

Oh yes, squish, squish. It was a nice introduction to my new project partner.

We toured the islands and she made a lot of sketches in a sketchbook she carried. I saw her work and she knocked out the most amazing drawings of her visions at such a fast pace. I could see the islands transforming on her pad. It was so cool. We spent three days on the islands, working during the day, and seeing if we could kill each other with sex at night. The second night we actually slept on the beach and woke up in the morning when the tide lapped at our toes. That was cool. Amy and I needed to do that. She finished up her drawings and it was time to head back. What a great time. She certainly was a great new member of our inner circle. We flew back to Robertville, where she lived with her family. I suggested we have coffee before she headed home, and had Amy meet us at the coffee shop. Yes, I could see the lust in her eyes when she met Diane, and I know Diane did too, because rompers are thin, and you can see erect nipples. Amy's tank top too.

Yeah, this was going to be fun. We sat down and chatted, and Diane did say she needed to get home, but put her hand on Amy's and told her she hoped we would get to spend more time together. That got a smile from Amy that would have melted steel.

"Oh, one thing though," said Diane. "When I walked in, they handed me my coffee. I didn't even order. They only do that for members of the inner circle. I know it is your one indulgence. Why did they do that?"

Amy and I just waited her out. You could almost see the light bulb go on.

"Really? Me?" said Diane. Amy and I just smiled at her. "What does it mean?" Amy gave her the quick rundown and showed her how an entire new section of the app now showed up on her phone.

"I can use houses and space planes?" she said. "Wait, there is a whole section on how to start having my house built. My house? What?" We went through the entire inner circle thing in more depth and she started crying. Oh shit.

"No, no, it is great. I just remember where I was six months ago, living in a shitty little place in Cairo," said Diane. "I have two young cousins that still live there, and it makes me sad. I miss them. I miss them a lot." Amy asked some pointed questions to ensure the family fit into our culture and it was clear that they would. The dad was a carpenter, but couldn't find enough work, and the mom ran an in-home day care, but didn't have enough students. Heck yes we needed them. Then she picked up Diane's phone. I knew exactly what she was doing.

"This says I can sponsor immigrants," said Diane. "Wait, I can sponsor immigrants? They can move here?" Yep, just more smiles from us. We also got big hugs. Diane actually sat on Amy's lap and gave her a hug and one hell of a kiss.

Ah for the future. With that, Diane took off in a cart to go tell her family.

I liked this part of being the king.

The best I've ever had

Diane here. I can post in the journal now too.

OK, just to clear things up, Bob was the best I'd ever had and there is absolutely no way anyone would ever surpass him. I was a grounded girl though and didn't have unrealistic expectations. Hell, if I could find a guy that had 80% of his skills...

Oh, and Amy. Damn. Just damn. I was having that. Bob had invited me over for lunch tomorrow to plan some more and promised Amy would join him. I kind of moaned a little and he laughed and promised Amy could be dessert.

I'll bet she could.

I got home and my family was all home. The fact that I ran in screaming freaked them out a little. I guess I should introduce them. My best friend in the world is my brother Cepos. Cepos is 13 years old and has always been my protector. And my teacher.

Teacher, right? Oh my, he is gorgeous too. Tall for 13 at almost 6'0" (183 cm) and yes I had to translate that. Americans. His cock. Oh, his cock. 7 inches of thick uncut meat. Sorry, a little wet now.

I did appreciate Bob's comments about me in the journal. I am a little aggressive and really, he thinks I am more beautiful that Elizabeth Taylor? He's sweet. I get whatever I have from our parents, just like Cepos does. Dad is even taller, longer, and thicker, if you get my drift. He's Salih. My mom could be my twin. No way she looks her age. I don't think my tits are going to grow much because she's an A cup too. I'm cool with that. They're so sensitive. She's Quisa.

They're amazing and have encouraged me so much. I wanted to talk to Bob, because I think Cepos would be a great project manager on the project. We could both move to the islands for a while. It's not like we couldn't come home a lot. Now that I was doing this job, I didn't have to sign out an E-82 anymore.

Bob gave me my own. Hot damn.

Sorry. Long-winded. I gathered the family around the table and told them that our cousins and their family could immigrate. They were a bit overwhelmed, particularly when I told them I might spend a lot of time in the US. I didn't tell them about the inner circle thing yet. It just felt private, not that it would have made a difference to them. I think it was because I was considering moving into my own place when the project was done and that would freak them out. You know. 12 years old. They still thought of me as their baby in some ways and I kind of liked it.

In fact, Dad called me baby the night before I left. I think it was Oh Baby, Oh God, Oh Baby. OK, that was a joke, but true.

Back to my cousins. My aunt and uncle were Benu and Anpu. Yeah, yeah, we have weird names to you. They're just the sweetest. Benu is my mom's younger sister, by two years. Put the three of us in a room and we're triplets. Her nipples are just as sensitive as mine and yes, I knew personally. Anpu is cute, but not as tall and handsome as my dad. He was pretty good with the 5 inches he has though.

Then my cousins. My little cousin Auset is a doll baby. She's barely 7 years old. Tiny and flat. It's not like much was going to happen anyway given the women in our family, but she's so fun and adorable. I just love her to death. My little sister if I had a little sister. My cousin Ahmet is 9 years old. Maybe my dad is really his dad, because his 6-inch (15 cm) thick cock sure surpassed his dad's. Honestly, he was better with it too.

Now I know why the women that write journal entries are always talking about how wet they were. I didn't want to wait, so I went to see them with Cepos. Mom and Dad let us have the glory, so to speak. Oh, we took my new plane. I knew we could park on their driveway. For some reason it caused quite a stir in the neighborhood when we landed. This was my old neighborhood, so I knew darn near everyone that came over to look at the Star Wars plane. Well, it kind of was. I tried not to gloat or boast but come on. I had my own freaking space plane. Cepos and I sat down with Benu and Anpu. We felt like we should talk to the parents first.

Can you imagine the joy? I wasn't just offering for them to immigrate. I was offering them amazing jobs and a house down the street from ours. Well, Mom and Dad's. Who knew where I was going to live?

We needed to celebrate.

They haven't even moved yet, so I'll respect their privacy and won't go into lurid detail. Just imagine really lurid detail.

You won't be close.

You're picturing it, aren't you?

Diane here. So much was happening so fast. My family was already in the process of moving and had a house next door to us! It was going to be awesome. My guess is Auset and Ahmet were going to be in my bed any time I was home. I just loved falling asleep with Auset. My adorable little almost sister. We'd have them visit us on the new islands too. You know we would. Four kids, romping naked in the surf, fucking by a fire pit?

Yeah you're picturing it aren't you?

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