Beth - Book Four

by Bronte Follower

©Copyright 2019 by Bronte Follower

Cast and Places

Cast of Characters (Books 1-4)

Girls, The Gang of Five (soccer position-if applicable, height, hair, ethnicity/nationality)

Beth Williams - The story’s protagonist plays critical roles in the story: leader of a small set of close friends; captain and starting offensive sweeper of the Elkton premier soccer team, 5’5”, blonde, white

Gracey (Graciela) García - Electronic hardware afficionado; member of the Elkton premier soccer team; 5’6”, black, Hispanic

Liya (Aliyah) Nadhi - Electronic software afficionado, hanger-on of the Elkton premier soccer team; 5’4”, black, India

Rhee (Rhiannon) Devlin - Beth’s best friend, member of the Elkton premier soccer team; starting center forward (striker); 5’5”, black, white

Heather Wilkerson - Impetus of the Gang of Four becoming the Gang of Five; member of the Elkton premier soccer team, starting right wing; 5’2”, white blonde, white

Girls, Elkton Premier Team members mentioned (position, height, hair, ethnicity/nationality)

Abby Huber - Backup right fullback; 5’5”, brown, white

Alex (Alexandra) Sinclair - Backup left wing; 5’3”, brown, white

Ann DeJong - Starting center fullback and (eventually) co-captain; 5’10”, dark brown, white

Brianna Maguire - Starting goalie; 5’8”, black, black

Dakota Brigham - Backup right midfielder (halfback); 5’5”, blonde, white

Emma Parkinson - Starting right midfielder; 5’4”, brown, white

Haven Randolph - Backup center midfielder; 5’6” brown, white

Kanda Obi - Backup left midfielder; 5’5”, black, Tanzania

Lana (Svetlana) Porchenko - Backup fullback; 5’7”, brown, white

Lissa Schmitt - Offense backup; 5’4”, dark brown, white

Marli Davidson - Backup goalie; 5’10”, brown, white

Mia Abernathy - Starting left wing; 5’5”, black, white

Padme Fahrad - Backup member of the offense; 5’3”, black, India

Rathi Dewan - Starting center midfielder; 5’5”, black, India

Sophia Reynolds - Backup fullback; 5’6”, auburn, white

Tonda Byers -- Backup center forward (striker); 5’7”, black, black

Zahira Khalil - Starting left fullback; 5’5”, black, Palestine

Zala Tadesse -- Starting right midfielder; 5’6”, black, Ethiopia

Soccer-team members (others)

Civia Palecek - Friend of Go5; 5'3", brown, white

Charlize Sanderson - Starting center forward (striker) of the Grass Valley premier soccer team; former teammate of Beth and Rhee when her family lived in Elkton; 5’5”, blonde, white

Katie Weeks - Member of Elkton Central High’s varsity soccer team and of the staff at The Cold Sweets; 5’6”, brown, white

Boys

Brett Jacobs - A very girl-shy heartthrob in Beth’s grade; 5’5”, brown, white

Bradley Whitford - A rich, bigoted boy in Beth’s grade; 5’6”; black, white

Adults

Carol Devlin - Rhee’s mother, Charlie's and Sandy's "wife"; 5’6”, black, white

Charlie (Charles) Williams - Beth’s father is handsome and well built; 6’1”, blond, white

Sandy (Sandra) Williams - Beth is nearly a copy of her mother; 5’5”, blonde, white

Coach Pam Virtanen - Coach of Elkton premier soccer team; 5’8”, brown, white

Constance Wilkerson - Heather’s mother; 5’1”, blonde, white

Inez García - Gracey’s mother; 5’7”, black, Hispanic

Horace and Harriet (Harry) Jacobsen - Retired university professor and wife, next-door neighbors of the Williams family

Nira Nadhi - Liya's mother; 5'5", black, Indian

Chapter 37

August 7, 2017 (Monday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

I woke in the middle, between my two lovers. God, this is wonderful! Rhee and Heather are snuggled into me, Heather on my right. I closed my eyes to luxuriate in being so loved, but Heather’s alarm had other plans, or, rather, commands. Oh, well. Time to get up and at ‘em.

Heather had turned off the alarm nearly immediately, and Rhee only partly roused, so we left her sleeping after I carefully wiggled out from under her arm. Heather and I showered, and Heather answered my question about how I wound up in the middle. She had made a bathroom run in the middle of the night and returned to find that I had rolled over to Rhee. After drying, we trotted downstairs with the smell of French toast luring us into the kitchen. We hugged Dad good morning (he was wearing an apron, so the hug was not as good as it might have been), grabbed plates and flatware for eight, set five places at the kitchen table, stacking the rest. We had not checked on Gracey and Liya but assumed that, though they were probably still sleeping, they would be joining us, soon. Dad, Heather, and Sandy had to get going.

The other three girls made it downstairs just before Dad and Heather left for the university, so they had to hug a clothed Dad, although he got to hug and kiss naked girls. He took advantage of that by, in the respective clinches, putting his hands on both ass cheeks of all three girls. I took over the cooking chores, and the second seating of breakfast began. Sandy came out of the bedroom dressed for work and she hugged the three of us, wished us all a good day, and headed out. A nude Carol joined the three of us at the table and I served up French toast to all.

After breakfast, we four girls had a powwow in the Go5 council chamber about plans for the day.

“I need to look into secure storage media for the repository,” Gracey said, “and Liya and I probably need to discuss appropriate software that will do what we want, with Dad’s wanted ‘oh, shit’ option.”

“Are you going to do that on your room’s computer, or do you want to use mine?”

“Ours.”

“Okay. Are you going to want to go to the mall or elsewhere to look into storage options once you find what you need? I know you. You’re going to want to see the options in person! Besides, hanging around in the nude with Dad all day would be nice, he’s probably going to use at least some of his free time to go to the gym and run errands. We could get either a drop-off or a pick-up from him, maybe both.”

With our late morning and early afternoon decisions, Gracey and Liya went to do their research.

“Rhee, would you mind if I got started on my diary entries for the weekend?”

“Not at all. I’ll continue reading what you’ve already given me. You know, even though I was present for a lot of this, I find myself becoming engrossed in your storytelling. I’m enjoying seeing how you look at things, what you put in, what you leave out, and how you interpret them. I feel like I’m learning things about you I might not have known, realized, or figured out correctly. Of course, I would imagine that might be expected upon reading someone’s diary. I’m having fun!”

I looked at her with love. “Thanks, Rhee. I appreciate the praise… and the time to get some writing done, though Heather will be back in a half-hour or so.”

With the return of Heather and Dad…. Hmmm. When did that happen? I don’t remember putting anyone before Dad previously. Anyway, with the return of Heather and Dad came the return of a gorgeous nude man in the house. A gorgeous nude man with a boner, a stiffy, a hard-on.

There was much salivating. Somewhat surprisingly, there was no grabbing. We were seated at the kitchen table.

“I’ve got some hardware answers for you, Dad,” Gracey said. “Liya and I still have to look at software, but I think the ‘oh, shit’ option requires a hardware solution.”

“What have you got?”

“You said ‘money was no object,’ right?” When he nodded, she continued. “Again, we’re looking at software solutions, which if effective, would be the simplest and easiest answer. However, I think that there may be no such thing as a perfect software answer.”

“Give it to me.”

“A degausser.”

“I assume that part of that word is related to the magnetism unit, yes? Except for that, I have no clue what you just said, though I might be able to figure out the gist of it if the magnetism unit, ‘gauss,’ is the base of that word.”

“It is. A degausser, which is a misnomer of sorts, is a unit that washes a powerful magnetic field over… well, in this case, a computer drive, playing merry hell with storage, which has a magnetic basis. However, it is a stand-alone piece of equipment. There are two types, but I don’t see any effective difference between them as far as your… our situation is concerned. Whatever files are stored on a unit that gets degaussed are rendered… dissolute within a minute or so.”

“That’s certainly speedy enough. However, if the magnetic field it creates is strong enough, would we have to be worried about subsidiary damage to other electronics in the house?”

“I don’t think so. It seems as if the unit is shielded, but I haven’t had the chance to look into that, yet.”

“Okay. Let me know. Assuming a degausser is the best ‘oh, shit’ option, how would that work with our need for a tightly controlled storage unit?”

“That, I’ve thought about. The easiest way would be to render any warranty void on whatever the storage unit is. We can crack the box so the drive is readily accessible. If you want, you could even go so far as to disconnect the drive from the storage and store it in the degausser, but then you might have the odd or more-frequently-than-odd problems with reading the drive if you re-connect it every time you use it.”

“Okay, I can see that. But you’re saying that if we weren’t worried about aesthetics, we could leave the drive accessible? That we could just unhook it, which is simple, right?”

“Yes, but if you were in ‘oh, shit’ mode, you wouldn’t be worried about destroying the connection.”

“True.”

“Okay. That sounds simple enough. I assume that a degausser is not particularly cheap, but that’s not a problem. The next task is how to view our illicit stash of imagery. I assume we can have some storage method that can interface with the TV. Yes?”

“Yes. Liya and I discussed that. I assume you want any such unit isolated, yes?”

“Yes. It should not be accessible via the house network that you two put together for us. Speaking of which. Do I remember correctly that when you set it up you said that we could up the security level on it if we wanted?”

“Yes, and we’ve already discussed that, too, figuring you’d ask that question. If the storage unit is independent of the network, you don’t need to upgrade security for that. However, we thought you’d be interested in trying to make it harder to access from outside on the off chance that something on the network, an email, a text message, or whatever were to be - and I hate to use the word - incriminating. None of us have the slightest qualms with anything here. We love your sexual interest in us. We love your wives’ interest in your sexual interest in us. We even like the idea of being able to look at photos and videos of us having sex with you and each other. We do not consider you a criminal but as a wonderful father and a… very exciting lover.”

With that last, Gracey blushed, though she looked him right in the eyes when she said it.

“Yes, you thought correctly about network security, and I’d like you two to go ahead and do whatever you feel necessary to effect that. Regarding ‘incriminating,’ I very much dislike breaking the law. While the relevant laws and ordinances were written for worst-case scenarios, I understand that I’m still culpable, but I’d rather girls like you be protected from some of the abusers out there who would not have your best interests in mind without the ugly ramifications if convicted. Unfortunately, the laws that would label me a felon do not protect girls from the worst-case culprits, they provide only a framework for punishment. I believe that the worst-case scenarios are part, possibly a large part, of those missing-children posters. I believe a goodly percentage of those are sold or taken into slavery or just murdered after any ‘fun’ is had at their expense. In my opinion, there is no such thing as cruelty when dealing with those sorts of people. I’m no saint, but I would deal very harshly with such people.”

Heather, who was sitting in Mom’s kitchen table seat, stood abruptly, crawled into Dad’s lap, plastered her chest to his, and tucked her head under his chin. After a few seconds, she picked her head back up and looked at Dad.

“I would hate it if we were the proximate cause of you having legal problems. None of us would or will mention this outside the family.” She looked around at us, briefly. “We need to maintain security outside of the houses, though I was so hoping that you would be willing to make love with me outdoors sometime. I will give up that fantasy, as the consequences of being caught are just too dire to fulfill it. The Devlin backyard will just have to do, and I will be as quiet as I can if that comes about.”

Dad looked sadly at Heather, then wrapped her up. “Oh, Heather. I don’t know what to say to that. That’s so precious and so sad all at the same time.”

They consoled each other for a minute or so, and then Dad rotated Heather in his lap so that she was facing the rest of us but left her in his lap. His naked lap. His naked lap with a no-doubt fully erect cock. He encouraged her to lean back against him and he began stroking her right arm with his right hand; his left arm was wrapped around her body, just below her breasts.

“I assume, Gracey, that a degausser is something that needs ordering, not picking up in some local store.”

“Yeah. I bookmarked a couple of websites on our… on the spare-bedroom computer”

“Thank you. However, we… Sandy, Carol, and I… want you two to consider that your room. Neither Sandy nor I have any living close relatives and Carol has only her mother, and if she were to visit, which is unlikely, she would stay in the Devlin house. That room is your room, and we would like to see you occupy it more fully. Please feel free to keep clothing and whatever there. We’ll buy you whatever furniture may be required… an armoire or dresser or whatever. Sandy will be moving various of our stuff out of it and into the ‘library’ [air quotes].”

That got Dad mauled by two more teenaged girls; Heather enjoyed being trapped in the middle of it. Once that lovefest came to an end, Gracey and Liya returned to their seats; Heather, unsurprisingly, did not. The conversation moved away from discussions of security (personal and data) and moved onto many other topics. Among them were the Thursday meeting with Central High personnel about Heather’s schooling, next weekend’s state tournament, and the high school soccer team.

At one point, we four girls not sitting in Dad’s lap slowly stopped talking and just watched Dad’s right hand as it fondled Heather’s breasts. Dad was talking about the lodging plans for the state tournament when he realized that we were paying no attention to him.

“What? What is it?”

The others looked at me, so I bearded the lion.

“Were you aware that you’ve been fondling those pretty little titties for over ten minutes?”

His hand came to a stop, then abruptly moved to the table.

“I’m sorry, Heather. I didn’t realize. Please believe me.”

Heather rolled her head back onto his left shoulder to look at him and said, “Dad, I’ve told you that you can have whatever from me you want. Granted, you didn’t ask, but I’m perfectly happy to consider that I permitted you when I intruded on your lap. So, let me state this clearly. Dad… Charlie, you may touch me any time you want. You do not have to ask. If I object, I will be very polite about telling you so, but I do not anticipate ever telling you no. So, please, if you would be so kind, return your right hand to its previous task of making me feel incredibly warm, safe, happy, and loved.”

Dad was looking in her eyes during that discourse. He continued to look into them, then said, “You truly mean that. Don’t you?”

“Yes. Your hand felt so good. There was a sexual aspect to it, but, mostly, it was just pleasant, and I felt… at home. Loved.”

“Oh, Heather,” he said as he hugged her tightly. “You are home. You are loved.” He then looked at the rest of us. “What do you think?”

Liya responded, “I think that, as she often does in such situations, Heather is jumping my proposal to the family. She does it entirely unintentionally. It’s just that, when it comes to you and this family, the five of us think very much alike.”

“What, specifically, does that mean in this instance?”

“I would rather we wait until the whole family is here to hear my proposal. In the interim, I agree with Heather. Please go back to making her feel ‘warm, safe, happy, and loved.’”

Dad looked sheepish and said, “Will it feel the same if there’s intent? The ‘safe’ and ‘home’ aspects might be tied not to sexually fondling her but to the unintentional intent, an avowed oxymoron, to show my love for my daughter.”

I jumped back in with, “Yes, Dad. We were aware of that. We thought it would be amusing to make you aware of it. Of course, now you’ll be too aware of it, and we’ve ruined Heather’s day.”

I followed that with a grin at Heather.

She grinned back at me, then said, “If I could reach the floor from here, I’d stamp my foot and then pout, maybe even run off to my room because my sisters were being mean to me. However, Dad, if you don’t get back to the wonderful job you were doing for my mental wellbeing, there’s something of yours within easy reach of…. Oh, god no. We want that thing to be always in fine working order. I don’t want to threaten that thing. Never mind.”

There was much chuckling and grinning.

I said, “Go ahead, Dad. Go back to pawing our sister. Oops. I mean go back to comforting our sister. Just be aware that the rest of us might demand equal time,” and then grinned at him.

“Yeah, you aren’t pawing me… I mean, you aren’t comforting me because I don’t have ‘pretty little titties,” said Rhee, which she followed with an exaggerated pout. “You love her more than you love me.”

Dad just shook his head. There was more chuckling and grinning.

Dad, however, got us back. He put a hand on each of Heather’s breasts and exaggeratedly fondled them, bent his head to the side of her face, and, almost slobbering, kissed her repeatedly, breathily saying, “Oh, Heather. Your breasts are magnificent. Your beauty enchanting.”

Heather cracked up; we laughed along with her.

“Dad. Oh, Dad. You…. This whole family. You’re all wonderful.”

“Since the mood is broken,” said Dad, “what do we want to do for lunch?”

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After a simple, but scrumptious lunch which, despite the hot day, was grilled cheese and canned tomato soup, Dad decided to run errands, and we helped him. Liya and Heather buckled into the front passenger seat, and I reprised an old complaint.

“You know, sometimes I wish I were petite like Heather and Liya. They always get the front seat.”

As the two of them turned and stuck their tongues out at me stuck in the middle of the back bench seat, Dad said, “If I have to come back there, young lady, you’ll be in a world of hurt.”

I grinned at him in the rearview; he smiled back.

I then got one of the front-seat occupants back. “Dad, Liya wanted to tell you something.”

“Oh, you… witch. I thought Heather was gonna be the… explainer of reality. But, okay, I’ll do it, but in my own way. Dad, when we were getting dressed, and, boy, is that annoying, we decided something. Look, Dad.”

Rhee and I, with our angle of view into their seat, could see Liya reach into Heather’s lap and pull up on the left leg of her shorts. Her gym shorts. Of course, Heather did not even flinch, probably divining Liya’s nefarious plan.

Liya gave her play the perfect pause, then said, “We decided to go commando. Doesn’t Heather’s bare pussy look delectable? Would you like to eat it?”

When Dad managed to jerk his attention away from Heather’s crotch, he said, “You five are evil.”

He, then, got back at… well, at someone, although I am not sure who. I suspect his response was altered by the fact that Liya’s arm may not have reached without creating other problems. He grabbed Heather’s left hand and put it on his crotch.”

“What am supposed to do with this, now? I’ll have to wait in the car in the parking lot until it subsides so I can be seen in public with a quintet of sexy, underage girls without being arrested.”

We all laughed, although I noticed that Heather’s hand had not left Dad’s crotch. I could see small ripples in her forearm, so her hand was also not stationary. I quickly looked in the mirror, but Dad’s eyes were on the road. I then looked at what I could see of Liya’s face. It was focused on Dad’s crotch, undoubtedly focused on Heather’s hand in Dad’s crotch. It was almost certainly focused on Heather’s hand while it was fondling Dad’s crotch.

“Jealous, much,” I queried myself. However, I also thought, “Dad is becoming quite comfortable with touching us and, even more wonderfully, us touching him. Fuck, yes!”

Heather then made all of that brutally clear.

“Dad, I wish you were commando so I could feel you better. But this is pretty nice, anyway. I love your cock. I wish I could give you a blow job while you’re driving.”

A very quiet “Fu-ucckkk” emanated from the driver’s seat.

A jarring sound interrupted my reverie of Heather sucking on Dad’s cock in the car.

“Please hand me my phone, Beth, that’s my mother.”

We had decided to solve the lack of suitable pockets on our gym shorts by putting all of our phones in a knit shoulder bag. I pulled hers out and handed it to her. She answered immediately. Though Liya might have been able to hear the other side of the conversation, I could not, so I was surprised when Heather held the phone in front of her.

“D… Mr. Williams, would you please pull over? My mother wants to talk to you.”

Dad did so shortly, put the truck in neutral, and took the phone from Heather.

“Hi, Ms. Wilkerson.”

Again, I could hear only one side of the conversation, so I repeat it here, though Dad did tell us the subject.

“No, I’ve got the whole gang here; we’re running errands.”

“Okay.”

“Okay”

“Yes, I understand.”

“No, that wouldn’t be a problem at all.”

“That’s fine. We’re happy to help in whatever fashion you need.”

“Okay. Good afternoon.”

He, then, returned the phone to Heather, put the truck back in gear, and drove on… without saying a word. I waited, perhaps, a minute.

“Dad, if you don’t spill, there will be hell to pay when we get home.”

It was right then that I finally noticed that Heather’s left hand had not returned to her side of the Trooper! I marveled at that and all it implied.

Dad looked at me in the rearview, then grinned. That threw me for a little bit of a loop. Is he happy that Heather’s hand is still in his crotch? I thought not, but if it was not, then it must have been the phone call.

“And you still haven’t spilled, so why don’t you just get on with the tipping over.”

“Heather, if I buy you enough clothes to deal with this week’s school and practice clothing needs, would you stay with us for the rest of the week?”

My eyebrows bolted to the top of my head. Does that mean…?

Heather squealed like she was coming hard after being gang-banged by the Go5. She tried to launch herself at him, forgetting she was seat-belted.

“Whatever you did,” she said, “I owe you a huge hug, and you won’t have to remind me. If you find yourself on the macadam in the parking lot with somebody kissing you all over… and it might, indeed be ‘all over,’ just remember that as my thanks.”

“It was no big deal, Heather. Your… mother said she had to work a lot of extra hours this week and that she’s dropping your sister at her mother’s. All I did was tell her that I suppose we could put up with you for the time. She even threw in the weekend at no extra charge.”

Heather’s left hand was now on her face along with her right hand. She was emotional and seemed to be trying hard to grab hold of those emotions and not lose it in the car. After 30 seconds, or so, her hands fell to her lap.

In a very level voice, she said, “Thanks, Dad, for agreeing to take me in. I wonder, though, if I’ll be thinking that this is such a great idea come next Monday. It’s always so hard to go back to that house after spending the weekend at home with my sisters and Moms and Dad. How hard will it be after ten days?”

“We could always tell your… mother that we lost you.”

Heather chuckled, then said, “Thanks, Dad. I’ll be fine. You know, I spent so much of my life suppressing emotions. The very first day I was in your house, Beth and Rhee had to deal with me crying… I don’t remember how many times. My life was much more level. I had no horrible fears, despite being certain that my brother and/or his friends would rape me at some point. I also had no real highs. Now, I go from one to the other and back nearly every weekend.”

She suddenly shook her head violently and exclaimed, “Now, look what I’ve done. I’ve depressed everyone. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t have to tell Liya, she just did it. While Dad was pulling off the busy street into yet another strip mall parking lot, Liya wrapped Heather up and squeezed her.

“Forget it. We’re your sisters, your friends, your lovers. We’ll support you. Remember, without lows, highs aren’t anything to get excited about. Those lows make you appreciate the good times all the more. Besides, think about this.”

With that, she took Heather’s left hand and, by leaning far in front of Heather, she placed that hand in Dad’s crotch, then moved that hand around. I leaned forward so I could see, then unbuckled my seat belt and leaned between the front seats. I took Heather’s hand and the support task from Liya.

“Heather, sister-friend-lover, this is our man’s cock. Our man really loves it when you touch him like this.” Now that Dad was hard, I took her hand and had it hold him. “This cock is one of the many highs that you will have this week that will more than make up for the lows of going back to that house.”

Heather glanced at me, then looked at Dad. She looked down at the catch on the seat belt, unlatched it, and leaned over into Dad’s lap. I could not see what she was doing, but I assumed she was kissing Dad’s bulge.

When she sat back up, she looked into Dad’s eyes and said, “I would really, really like to suck your cock right now. Thanks, Dad for being so wonderful.”

She turned to put her back to the windshield so she could look at all of us.

“Thanks, sisters, for reminding me of what I gain by being with you and how much more important that is than the duller times when I’m not with you. So-oo, who’s up for reminding our Daddy in every store we go in this afternoon, that there’s almost nothing between his hands and our pussies?”

The rest of the afternoon was loads of fun. Heather was her usual - with us, at least - happy, effervescent self. She and we found some obtuse, hopefully, indecipherable-to-others way of reminding Dad in all four stores we visited that we were all sans undies. He wound up sporting something of a bulge for much of the time. Perhaps anyone who saw him will just think he is hung like a horse. [Yes, I know such terminology. There’s this thing called the Internet.]

As we approached the house, Heather began the process of stripping, pulling the hem of her shirt up. Liya stopped her, then looked at me and shook her head.

“Okay,” I thought, “she wants us clothed for some reason and I’ll bet the reason has to do with her proposal. I wonder….”

The cars of both the Moms were home when we pulled into the garage at 4:30, an odd happenstance for a Monday, but planned given the need to take Liya and Gracey to Gracey’s house after dinner. The five of us carted all the groceries and assorted other stuff that we had bought, and the Gang helped me put the foodstuffs in their assigned places. Rhee required no direction in this task, but I showed the others where a few, rarer items lived. Both Moms were naked as they put away other various items. They seemed a bit surprised we did not immediately strip down.

When all was accomplished, Dad said to the Moms, “Your five daughters thought it would be amusing to tell me on the way to our various shopping tasks that they were all commando, with Liya baring Heather’s… pussy to prove the point. They also made sure to remind me of that fact each time we entered a different business establishment. Is the doghouse large enough for all of them?”

Sandy cracked up. Carol only barked a sharp laugh, then grinned at us.

“Oh, poor Charlie,” Carol said in an overly simpering manner. “Did those young, teenaged girls get the better of you? I’ll bet you’ve been sporting a boner ever since. Here, let me strip you and give you some relief.”

Before she could act on her words, Liya said, “Please, wait!”

Carol turned her head to look at Liya, a move mirrored by Dad and Sandy.

With all six parental eyes on her, Liya looked like quailing but threw back her shoulders and said, “May I make my family proposal, now? It is relevant to… this,” which she matched with a wave of her hand indicating Dad and the Moms.

The Moms looked at each other; Carol nodded slightly.

Mom said, “Okay. You have the floor.”

Liya straightened her spine and said, “An aspect of recent events in this house I love and wish to continue is the sense of… sexiness, of something interesting about to happen. More specifically, I find I really like the anticipation of sexiness, the possibility that sexiness will happen in the next minute or around the corner in the next room. I also, as I’m sure do my sisters, enjoy every interaction with Dad… with Charlie. I love anticipating the known and, particularly, being pleasantly surprised by the unexpected.

“In that vein, my proposal is two-parted, though one of those two parts is also two-parted. First, I propose that Charlie may touch any naked skin on any of his wives and girlfriends any time he desires and in any fashion he desires. If any of his wives and girlfriends, for whatever reason or reasons, wish to have body parts exempted from the above, all she need do is wear sufficient clothing to cover it or them.

“For the first part of the second part, I propose that the wives and girlfriends take it in turn, perhaps alphabetically, to remove Charlie’s clothes for him whenever he enters the house clothed and expects to be home for some time. For the second part of the second part, I propose that Charlie, if he is home, will be the one to remove the clothes of any of his wives or girlfriends when they enter the house clothed.”

She looked intently at nothing, nodded, and glanced around at each of us.

As soon as I realized she was finished, I looked at Mom… at Sandy. My estimation of who would respond first was correct.

With a smile, Sandy said, “I was going to propose something very like the second part of your second part. I very much like the idea of Charlie being the official stripper of girls and women in the house. I also like the idea of us females getting the same task, though we seven will have to share that task. I know you know this and have considered it, so you must be at least resigned to the fact that various of you, particularly you, Liya, and Gracey… Heather, less so, will miss many turns. Also, what were your thoughts on those days on which Charlie enters the house clothed on multiple occasions?”

“A turn is one… de-frocking or de-clothing occurrence, whether it be the only or the fifth instance of Charlie’s de-frocking of the day. There seems no sense in encouraging jealousy because one of us got a day where Dad had to depart and return many times.”

“Given names or nicknames?”

“I had thought given names, but it won’t make any difference except on the first occasion, this afternoon. Oddly, Sandy, I’m unsure of your given name and I can see multiple options beginning with very different letters. Outside of one of the possibilities for your given name, mine would be the first, followed by Beth, Carol, Graciela, Heather, Rhiannon, and, assuming that you are not Alexandra, you. Assuming that your given name is not Alexandra, then I have the only nickname starting with a letter different from that of her given name. While I would like to use given names as it means that I would not have to miss my first turn, I’m okay with using nicknames and waiting for my second or third turn for the opportunity, if we accept my proposal, of being able to take Charlie’s clothes off him.”

“Whereas it makes no difference to or for me, for multiple reasons. My given name is Sandra, so I would be last, regardless. Additionally, I’ve gotten to perform that wonderful task on many, many occasions, so I certainly can wait my turn. However, you, Liya, would probably miss more than one turn if we use nicknames. I’m inclined to use given names, if for the sole reason that it’s your proposal, and I do so very much like your proposal, all aspects of it.”

She looked at each of us, then said, “I’ll borrow technique for this from the Go5. Is there a second?”

I expected Carol to provide the second, but she stayed mum. My second choice was correct.

“Second,” exclaimed Heather.

“Since he would be most impacted, what with not being permitted to undress himself and then being saddled with the odious task of stripping seven women and teenaged girls who knows how many times, I recognize that Our Man has the floor to initiate discussion.” [Yes, we could all hear those capital letters.]

“I do not know what you expect me to say here. I understand and agree that I would be the family member most impacted by Liya’s, or, should I say, Aliyah’s proposal. As I see it, I could take one of two tacks in my arguments. However, I say only this: Bring on the stripping of beautiful female bodies! I can’t wait!”

Dad’s upbeat last two sentences were greeted with smiles and laughter, but Sandy yelled, “Order.”

She looked around at us with a serious mien, then, when she had gotten back around to Liya, she grinned.

“Do any of the ladies wish to rebut Our Man’s arguments?”

“I would like the floor,” I said.

“The Chair recognizes the first loser… oh, I mean, Beth. She has two minutes.”

“Thank you, Madam Chair, although I will not need that long. I have no rebuttal of Our Man’s well-considered arguments. I wish solely to proffer a two-parted amendment to the proposal under consideration, to clarify two ambiguous aspects of the motion as presented. The first such is that in the case of both Charlie and one or more of the wives and girlfriends concurrently arriving clothed at the house, Charlie shall be defrocked first. Item B is the ambiguousness of the original proposal’s order of female defrockment, if I may be so bold as to coin the term. I wish this body to consider an alphabetical ordering in the case of multiple of the females arriving at once in the house clothed. I propose that the progressive given-name ordering of female defrockment of Charlie should be balanced by the progressive nickname ordering of Charlie’s defrockment of females.”

Carol, Heather, and Liya all busted a gut, which caused me some consternation in my effort to remain serious and above such merriment. It did not work. I grinned widely. Rhee, with a matching grin, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me soundly.

“I love you and your wit, Beth,” she said after pulling back from the kiss.

She unwrapped her right arm from me, but kept her left around my back, the hand on my left hip, her left side in contact with my right.

Sandy’s “Order” was accompanied by a wide grin of her own. “Hearing no rebuttal or counter-arguments, I close discussion and call for a vote on the amended motion. All in favor, please indicate such by saying ‘Aye.’”

There was much aye-ing.

“As Chair of the House of Williams-Devlin-García-Nadhi-Wilkerson, I proclaim the motion, as amended, passes by acclamation!”

She waited while the celebration died down, then said, “Aliyah, front and center.”

For a split second, Liya looked confused, but then she realized that one of her smaller dreams was just about to come true. Yup. You guessed it. We got treated to that smile. Though I suspected she wanted to sprint the eight-foot distance to Charlie, she walked over as if she were on the red carpet for some high-society event… despite wearing only a T and gym shorts, having, like all of us, removed footwear in the mudroom. When she reached him, she placed her hands on his hips, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him gently on the lips.

As she slowly lowered herself to her heels, she said, “Charlie Williams, I love you and, despite that I’m in love with Gracey, I’m also in love with you. I’m very happy to be one of your girlfriends and I look forward to expressing my love for you physically… and many, many times.”

She continued to look him in the eyes as she lifted the hem of his T. Because I was looking at them from the side, I could see Liya’s quirky smile materializing on her mouth.

“I’ll need a footstool if I’m going to take your T-shirt off you… unless, of course, you wish to kneel before me.”

Dad… Charlie grinned, then knelt. Apparently, Liya had had a change of plans during that interchange, for she changed how she lifted his shirt. Instead of grabbing the hem and lifting it, she slid her hands under the shirt and then slid them up his chest, which action brought the shirt up his torso as she stood, and her hands slid farther up him.

I will have to remember that trick for my turn at defrocking… and de-everything-else-ing of Charlie.

“Please, rise,” she said.

After Charlie stood, Liya slowly undid the button of his shorts. She then got on her knees and reached up to his zipper, slowly pulling it down as the heel of her right hand rubbed down the length of his now-obvious bulge. She stood, again, put her hands inside the back of the shorts, and slowly lowered them in the same way she had lifted his shirt… by running her hands slowly down his ass, her torso and the right side of her face plastered to his chest.

“Holy fuck,” I thought to myself. “If Dad takes a cue from Liya, this undressing is going to take a while, and two of us are already nude. He’s probably going to touch us everywhere he can as he undresses us. I need to think hard about what clothing would get me the most touching while he undresses me.”

I could feel my pussy getting wet with the realization and as she started doing the very thing I had begun guessing she would. As her hands slowly lowered his shorts by running down his bikini-brief-clad ass, her mouth had bitten onto the button part of the front. Her face turned to put the right side of it toward Dad and she began pulling down with her mouth to help lower the pants. Of course, that had the subsidiary wonderfulness of her right cheek running along the bulge in his undies, the bulge pushing the waistband out such that the center of it was not in contact with his skin. I could see the tip of the head above the waistband. Her cheek probably met with it, although I do not know if she felt it. As the waist of his short cleared his crotch, her hands took over sole control of its movement toward the floor while, from mere inches away, she stared at the cock hidden only by a small clothing item.

“Oh, god,” I thought to myself. “She’s going to do the same thing with his brief. What a smart girl!”

Of course, she has had nearly 24 hours to figure this all out. The Go5 knows very well that if you give Liya that much time to figure out the best way to do something, she will come up with it.

When she looked down to deal with his short coming off his feet, she kept the right side of her face on his bulge. Almost the whole head was now clear of the waistband and Dad was panting a bit.

Another thought crossed my mind, “This undressing is going to take me forever to write, and I have to get it all, because this undressing, this first official undressing will be the example of all subsequent undressings, and I need to include in the diary not only what happened, but precisely how it happened. Fucking hell! It will be a lot of writing, but I do not care. I am getting so turned on watching Liya make love to Dad, and that’s precisely what she’s doing. And she is making love to Dad, rather than with. And she is making love to Dad because Dad is setting the example for the undressee, so he can make love to each of us, perhaps getting around some stricture the Moms may have established.”

I grinned to myself. Sandy is very devious, but Charlie has a powerful brain of his own. He wants us. Oh, how he wants us! Now, he will get to make love to each of us, here in the kitchen, in front of the Moms, and they have no recourse but to watch. Of course, they are going to love it all, anyway, but Dad is getting his way.

With Dad’s movement to step out of his shorts, more of his cock appeared above the waistband of his brief, with the whole head and a bit of the shaft visible. I do not know if Liya will think that is a positive or a negative. I smiled to the world when Dad put a hand on the top of Liya’s head, ostensibly for support while he stood on one foot, but that move had the odd supplementary benefit of rubbing his cock head on her hair as he held her head perfectly still. Since her face was toward me, I could see the look of bliss cross it when he did that. And he did it for both feet, which resulted in almost half his cock being exposed.

I could see the want on her face when she lifted her focus and turned her head to face that bulge and saw a goodly portion of his cock. She closed her eyes, appearing to gather strength of will. When she reopened her eyes, she also opened her mouth, then moved her head forward, but just to her left of his cock so she could get the brief’s waistband between her teeth and begin the slow “struggle” to pull his underwear… his… panty off him. She slowly insinuated her hands inside his brief, her palms on his ass. With the motion of her hands sliding down Dad’s ass cheek and her mouth pulling on the waistband, the rest of his cock was exposed. Liya closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, again gathering strength of will. After a few seconds, she reopened them, turned her face to put her right cheek directly on his cock, and rubbed her face on it for a few seconds. Dad let out a heartfelt moan in which I could hear his desire.

As Liya pulled his underwear off his right foot, she raised her head so that his cock was resting on her crown, but continued raising so that first the base, then the shaft, then the head rubbed down her face. When the head got to her mouth, she kissed it softly. Liya then stood, her task complete, breaking the spell that held us all.

“Fuck! That was the sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” Rhee said.

I was still watching Liya and Dad, though I agreed with Rhee’s sentiment. Dad wrapped her in his arms and pulled her to him.

“Yes, that was incredibly erotic and beautiful,” Sandy said as she approached the two all-but-lovers. She bent a little and put her mouth at Liya’s ear for a few seconds. Liya swiveled her head to look at Mom. I could see part of Mom’s face around the back of Liya’s head and saw her nod. Liya gently pulled away from Dad, hugged Sandy, then put her mouth to Mom’s ear. She then disengaged and joined the rest of us girls, who were still standing, still in something of awe at the demonstration of eroticism that Liya had given us. We enveloped her, with Gracey in the middle with her.

I looked over Liya and Gracey and saw Dad still standing, having not moved from the spot in which Liya had told him… shown him… how much she wanted him, loved him.

“I need a bathroom break,” Liya said from the middle of the scrum.

We began separating, Rhee and I pulling away in the same direction. She looked at me intently. I returned the steady gaze. Her eyes cut to the right, to Dad, and returned. I looked in that direction; Dad was still motionless. I nodded at Rhee, then lifted my chin at her. She nodded.

Liya and Gracey headed out of the kitchen; Heather looked at me. I lifted my chin in Liya’s direction, and Heather turned to follow them. Once only the Devlins and Williams were present, Rhee spoke.

“Dad… Charlie. You cannot let that go unrepaid. That was someth….”

“Rhee,” he interrupted, “I know. I know and understand. I can give her only so much, though.”

Rhee stared at Dad for quite a while and responded, “I understand, Dad. But you need to give everything you can right up to that line. Actually, you need to include even the line.”

Rhee stared at Dad for a while longer, then at Sandy for a longer time. Mom looked at Rhee’s hard-set face and lost the staring contest, the contest of wills. I have only very rarely seen her lose that contest. She lowered her face. After a few seconds, she lifted it again and looked at Rhee.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to reward her for such a beautiful display of… of… of her feelings... of… love. I screwed up. I will apologize.”

As Mom headed out of the kitchen, I stepped over to Dad, put my arms around him, and let him pull me into him. I pulled his head down to me and put my mouth at his left ear.

“Dad, I know you’re conflicted, but Rhee’s right. You need to give Liya everything you can give her, and most of that will be words. I know you understand. I know she understands, which was the heartbreaking part of her declaration… she truly understands. Her room here is the place. And, Dad, don’t concern yourself with ‘proper’ order.”

With that last sentence, I hoped he would get both of my messages. I stepped back from him and erected a happier mien to my countenance.

“I think Sandy will be a while, Dad. You might get cracking with your task. There are at least two clothed girls here, probably more upstairs.” I heard feet on stairs, so said, “And some of those are returning. Come on, Dad. Teenaged girl bodies are waiting for you to strip them.”

I stepped backward into Rhee, who put her arms around my waist from behind. I lifted my arms over my head.

“Does this give you a clue, Dad?” I then grinned at him.

“Yes, that does. Thank you, Beth, for the reminder about how T-shirts work.’

“That’s good, Dad. I’m glad to see you’re not going senile. We can probably put off the slow, sexy techniques for another day. It’s getting late and we… you and we soon-to-be-naked girls… need to make dinner.”

Dad seemed to get those messages. He stepped over to me, put both hands on my belly, fingertips toward my chest, palms on my skin, then slid them upward, not slowly, not rapidly. I moaned quietly as his hands went up and over the mounds of my breasts, my shirt rising as his hands advanced. When my breasts were bared, he leaned in and put his chest on them while his hands moved my shirt up my elevated arms. With his left hand holding my shirt up as well as both wrists, his right arm snaked around between my back and Rhee’s belly, then planted his lips on mine. He kissed me for ten seconds, then finished the job with my shirt.

By this time, Gracey and Heather were watching. I looked at Gracey; she nodded.

Dad expedited getting my shorts off, although he did run his hands down my ass in the reverse way he had removed my shirt. As he lowered the shorts past my knees, he briefly kissed my pussy lips. He did much the same thing with the other girls, paying a little extra attention to their breasts, including sucking each nipple briefly and squeezing their ass cheeks.

When we were all naked, the six of us began creating dinner, a quick-and-dirty but homemade, mac and cheese. Rhee grated a large pile of real cheese - a combination of gouda (for creaminess) and sharp white cheddar (for a bit of a bite). Dad had Heather and Gracey get the chorizo (for some protein and spice) browning; we would add it to the mac after we had added the cheeses. We also had the mountains of leftover salad from last night. After helping in the initial stages, Carol went to their bedroom.

Dad put the macaroni on to boil, then said, “Excuse me. I think it’s time. I’ll return when I return. Don’t hold dinner for me.”

I watched Heather and Gracey watch Dad exit the kitchen and then, as I expected, look at me with concern showing on their faces. I looked around, and noted that Carol was still absent, so pointed to the corner of the kitchen farthest from the parental bedroom, where the four of us carried on a brief, quiet conversation

“What did Sandy say when she got upstairs?”

Heather looked at Gracey, who answered, “She asked that she be able to apologize to Liya alone. Wh….” Her voice broke, so she restarted. “Why is she apologizing?”

I looked at Heather, then Rhee, who answered.

“We don’t know, but we suspect Sandy offered to let Liya give Dad a blow job, though, if that was the case, she probably phrased it much more… umm… delicately, romantically.”

Gracey’s eyebrows rose in astonishment; Heather nodded as if her suspicion matched ours.

Rhee continued, “Liya turned her down, whatever the offer was, and… fled, though in a manner that she hoped did not suggest flight. Is that right?”

Gracey and Heather both nodded.

I interrupted, “We should check on dinner stuff. Rhee, you stir the mac. Would you two set the dining room table? Sandy will be through here shortly.”

After we were all busy with our tasks - I was dealing with the chorizo, when, as if on cue, Sandy wandered through the kitchen.

“You girls look like you’ve got everything in hand. I’ll be out in a bit.”

She headed to her bedroom. I took the chorizo off the burner, drained it, then offloaded it onto paper towels on plates. Chorizo is so yummy but quite fatty, and removing some of that fat was the target of my actions. When Gracey and Heather returned to the kitchen, I gathered them by Rhee at the stove.

“Dad is talking to Liya and might be doing things with her. He expects to be a while.”

Gracey looked over both her shoulders and, seeing none of the parents, asked, “Do you think he’ll make love with her?”

With my eyes looking into hers, I answered, “I would be quite surprised by that. If that happens, you may be the first - possibly only - one of us to know. However, that would be a direct result of something Sandy did, and I’m pretty sure both Dad and Liya will not want that. Certainly Liya… and, probably, Dad… will want any first loving to take place, if it does, on their terms, not Sandy’s.”

I raised my eyebrows at Gracey in hopes of eliciting a response. She looked at me for a few seconds, obviously thinking, then nodded her head.

“You’re right. Liya would hate that set of causes for her first time with Charlie. She wants romance.”

I nodded, then said, “What I’m sure of, is that Dad will try to recreate at least something of the erotic atmosphere that Liya did an incredible job of creating. Whatever else takes place, I think some sex… no, some sort of lovemaking will take place, it just will not include Liya having him inside her. Finally, if I were Dad, time would be of no importance tonight. His apology for what happened, despite his having no complicity in it, might take quite a while. If that’s true, you can expect to find her in a thoroughly rumpled bed and something of a state of bliss.

“However, if he’s back down here before dinner is ready, you, Gracey, you need to go to her. She’ll need you, though I think that possibility is slim. Dad is too wonderful, too understanding not to solve most of the problem now, in this time with her. Finally, if Sandy comes out here before Carol and before Dad and/or Liya return, then I’ll try to talk to her in the living room. If I can make that happen, I’d appreciate privacy there. Finally, no one should go upstairs until, at least, Charlie comes downstairs.”

Both Gracey and Heather nodded their heads, and the four of us returned to our tasks. Rhee drained the huge pot of cooked macaroni, Heather got the oven preheating and prepared three 8x10s for the oven. Once Rhee brought the drained pot back to the stove on a low burner, Gracey and I folded the cheese and chorizo into it.

Fortunately for my state of mind, Sandy entered the kitchen alone. I nodded at Rhee, who moved to take over the stirring task and I met a Mom I didn’t recognize… an uncertain Mom… by the refrigerator. I whispered in her ear.

“Supplicant, ple… join me in the living room”

I turned and headed to the living room and awaited Supplicant by the couch. As I turned to face the kitchen entryway, she walked through and headed my way.

When she was next to me, I said, “Supplicant, I’ve never seen Sandy misread a social situation so badly. Do you understand where she went wrong and how badly?”

She bowed her head and, with her face still looking toward the floor, said, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Supplicant, I want to make sure of this, so I’ll put it to you plainly so you can impart wisdom and understanding to Sandy.”

I had to take two deep breaths to cool my ire enough to speak calmly and quietly.

“That was Liya’s declaration of love for Charlie. She said it in words; she said it in actions. She specifically avoided making the statement too sexual. Too overtly sexual. Near the end, she paused. I could feel her trying to gather the mental will NOT to take him into her mouth, as she so wanted to do. She managed that feat, despite her incredibly strong desire to have Charlie in nearly any way she can. Then Sandy suggested she could do something she had specifically decided not to do, as it did not mesh with the message she was trying to impart.

“Liya, as all of us, understands that Carol and Sandy, particularly Sandy, are Charlie’s wives, that they have some expectation of controlling access to Charlie’s body. She understands that and accepts it. However, she, like all of us, would like to have some part of the relationship with Charlie be on her terms. This was one of those parts.

“Since Charlie has not come back downstairs, I believe that we… Sandy, Carol, me, and the rest of the girls, can expect him not to return for quite a while. Charlie will open some of his soul to Liya to fix Sandy’s mistake, to save a girl from his wives who, despite warnings about such behavior, think they can have whatever they want, do whatever they want, with Liya, and the rest of us, concerning Charlie.

“Liya, as all of us, will give his two wives what they want, the titillation, the voyeuristic thrills. Sometimes, however, she must have it… it must be on her terms. Hers and Charlie’s. It must be that way, else it… DOES… NOT… WORK.

“Two points, Supplicant, I suggest you make crystal clear to Sandy. The first is that trying to have every scintilla of sex with Charlie come to Liya, and all of us, directly from her hands is tantamount to holding on too tightly. Liya, like all of us, is not an automaton, to take sex where given, to avoid it where not. Sex for Liya, as for all of us, should not be slavery.

“Secondly, and perhaps, most importantly, no one… not Sandy, not Carol, should ask either Charlie or Liya what took place between them in Liya’s bedroom. It does not matter whether they spend three hours making love with each other with the deepest meaning possible or 30 minutes just talking. That is what Sandy owes Liya for wrecking the pouring out of Liya’s heart to Charlie. Sandy can wonder all the rest of her days what happened in that bedroom, but if she asks either of them, the price of that question will be… very… high.”

I inhaled, released it, and looked into her eyes.

“Supper will be ready in about 45 minutes, Mom.”

As I returned to the kitchen, I thought I could hear a whimper from Sandy, but was unsure.

We ate a subdued, quiet dinner. Without Dad. Or Liya. When the four of us stood at once to bus the table, Sandy held up her hand.

“Wait. Please, wait.” When we were all seated again, she said, “What Liya did today was the most beautiful, erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Despite that beauty, despite that eroticism, I misinterpreted it. I thought it was sex when it was something different, something on a higher level than base sex, from a girl trying to find her way in the adult world, trying to reconcile her feelings with reality, to admit to her feelings in front of nearly everyone about whom she cared.

“I apologized to her for my actions that debased what she was trying to accomplish. However, my apology cannot bring the moment back and cannot resurrect what should have been a triumphant accomplishment for a young teenager in her first real attempt to stand on her own feet and tell the world she matters. And for what? For a voyeuristic thrill I’d probably have gotten eventually.

“My apology to Liya cannot paper over the rent I’ve caused in the family, the chasm that exists where multifaceted bonds of love formerly tied all eight of us together. Though I understand an apology to you five can be only the first in many steps to heal that tear, I still give you all my heartfelt apology for letting my overweening desire for sexual thrills hide from my eyes what a lovely, wonderful girl was trying to tell Charlie, to tell me, to tell us all, what she felt, how she so loved our man.

“I’ve used that term, our man, many times in recent weeks as a kick to my libido, to help me imagine Charlie with each of you, with all of you. Had I taken that term to heart I might have seen the true meaning of Liya’s actions today.” She chuckled, but somewhat manically. “Oddly, now that I’ve been forced to look at my actions and see, to truly see what I’ve been doing, Charlie seems to have taken that term to heart more than I have. But that’s Charlie, as some of you have termed him, the most wonderful man in the world.

“I say these next things to acknowledge fact, not to curry sympathy. Because of my action today, I have been berated by two people who mean the world to me, and I will need to bear similar berating from the single most important person in my life. At least, I can only hope he verbally berates me, else I am lost, for his anger will turn him from me for my callous disregard for Liya, thus for every one of you.

“I also need to sit here and wonder what Charlie is doing to rectify my mistake with a lovely young woman. And I will spend the rest of my life wondering because I know Charlie will not tell me, particularly if I ask. So, something I expected to provide me with great thrills, Charlie spending extended time alone with one of you girls in a bedroom, is now a blank spot in my knowledge, and one that causes only anxiety, not thrills.

“Beth told me last night, in front of the whole family, that I was being too domineering in my interest in watching Charlie in sexual activities with you girls, though she couched it in somewhat more pleasant terms. Now, I have put all those hopes for future thrills in extreme jeopardy. I’ve also put Carol’s identical interests in the same extreme jeopardy. I’ve apologized to her. I could continue to apologize to her, day in, day out, hour in, hour out, but it would do no good. The future for which we had hoped may not, now, happen, and no apology can take the pain out of a lost future.

“Please take to heart my lesson. Do not toy with family. Particularly, do not toy with family to get something you want, in precisely the way you want, when the family wants the same thing, but, perhaps, in a slightly different way.

“I thank you for hearing me out. I thank you for preparing what was probably a very nice dinner that was, unfortunately, wasted on me, as all I taste is ashes. I love every one of you. Those of you who do not live here are welcome at any time. I hope I can be a better mother, and a better friend than I’ve been of late. I promise to try very hard to have the family aspect of our various relationships be paramount from this day forward. Please, though I do not deserve your favor, please tell me if I backslide.”

She stood, then said, “Thank you to each of you for being such a wonderful person. I hope to emulate and take to heart that wonderfulness. I apologize for not helping with the cleaning up.”

Mom walked out, presumably to the parents’ bedroom.

“I apologize, too,” Carol said,” for my part in this… this fiasco. I imagine both Sandy and I will put more reliance on Charlie to run the household since our sexual desires seem to… no, have been the ultimate cause of this fiasco. We’ll both try very hard to do whatever we can to fix things, but, right now, both of us are at a loss as to what those actions might be. Until we discover such, please treat us civilly, as we leave the running of the household to the true adults, Charlie and you five. Thanks for hearing me out.”

Carol followed in Sandy’s footsteps.

The four of us bused the table and cleaned the kitchen. Even with putting most of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, it was still at least 30 minutes before we were done; still no Dad. We gravitated to the living room and tried to find conversation but were unsuccessful. We eventually latched onto YouTube soccer videos, mostly of the U.S. women’s national team; still no Dad.

We had been at the ploy, in something of a desperate fashion, of watching videos for some time when we finally heard Dad’s tread on the steps. I looked at the time on the television; it was nearly 3.5 hours after Dad went upstairs.

I couldn’t help myself. Daddy’s little girl needed her Daddy. I met him in the foyer and threw myself into his arms, my body audibly smacking into his.

“Daddy,” I sobbed as his loving arms enveloped me.

Dad chuckled oddly, then said, “Where are your manners, Beth? We have company, even if it is family.”

When he began to hoist me, I assisted by wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me to the mattresses, then gently dropped me onto them.

“I’d like the rest of my daughters, at least, the ones in this room, to join us here. I need to clear some air, air that I’ve already cleared with Liya.”

Thankfully, Rhee had the presence of mind to shut down the TV before following Gracey and Heather to the mattresses. Dad sat in the middle.

“I’m here for all my daughters. First, I want to tell you what I’ll tell you about the past couple of hours, and I’ll tell you very little of that. Gracey, and all of you, but particularly Gracey, Liya is in reasonably good spirits. I told her I was sorry for what happened to her glorious, moving, and incredibly erotic statement to our family.”

“But you didn’t do anything wrong,” Rhee said.

“Not proximally, no, but I have some blame to bear, even if in omission rather than commission. Regardless, I’m sorry. I’m very sorry that her obviously well-planned statement was ruined by a callous misunderstanding of the statement’s meaning. I take it that with Beth, here, and your own sharp minds, you understand the purpose of her actions.”

He looked around at each of us, who were arrayed around him close enough to have some body part in contact with part of him. It was then that I noticed that his penis was flaccid, not a hint of erection.

Gracey responded. “She was telling and showing you, and all of us, that she’s in love with you, something I knew before, but really know now after watching her this afternoon.”

“Are you concerned with that? Are you jealous of that?”

“No. I knew she was in love with you long before we became lovers. I love her, she loves me. I know that she’d have a hard time choosing among us, but I know that if she had to make a choice, she would choose you if there was any chance she could truly have you. And I understand. It hurts a little bit, but not even close to enough to make me want to change what has taken place between us. While I love you, too, and am somewhat in love with you, I would choose Liya.”

Dad put on a sad smile and said, “I understand that. Liya is incredible. I find myself somewhat in love with her, too.” He inhaled, as if gathering will, then said, “I don’t know if you know how it is that I’m attracted to you girls and how it is that I’m somewhat in love with each of you. I feel the need to come clean about all of it, as I did with Liya earlier.

“Beth and Rhee know only the bare bones of this story; they don’t know most of what I’m about to tell you. When I was a few days less than 14, my best friend, unlike for most boys of that age, was a girl. A girl who was a bit more than a year older than me. We had been best friends for, oh, a couple of years or so, but I had noticed that she was changing. She had started growing breasts about six months earlier, though that was the only physical difference I had noticed.

“One day, a week before my 14th birthday, we found ourselves alone together in her house on a Saturday, her parents not due back for many hours. In the turn of a second, our relationship changed. I won’t tell you the details, but she instigated sexual activity with me. We both eventually wound up naked and I had cum twice. I believe she came once, but I knew so little then that I cannot be sure of that.

“I didn’t know why that had suddenly happened then, and I still don’t know. Nothing like it ever happened again, and a few months later we had drifted apart, barely even talking to each other, even though we lived only three houses apart. Even though I was, by then, obsessed with her, even though I was scared or nervous about the whole thing. We might have done better in this age, in which most kids have much more understanding, even if without practical experience, of the other sex and, well, sex.”

Many of us produced sad sounds.

“While it was a one-time happenstance, I firmly believe I ‘imprinted’ on that time, on that age, that… body shape and development. Since then, I have had an interest in post-pubescent girls, an interest that Sandy wormed out of me so long ago that I cannot, now, remember when or how. I suspect that others’… predilections, let’s say, may well have been imprinted by similar events. I suspect that two of my college friends…. No, I know that two of my college friends had sexual experiences at similar ages with girls of similar ages. It also seemed to me that, like me, they, too, ogled young teenaged girls.

“Whatever the cause or causes of my interest in illicit sexual partners, I found Sandy feeding that interest. At first, I didn’t twig to that, but she admitted that she played the part because she knew of my interest. It has only been in the past couple of years that she had admitted a complementary interest… in me being with girls of your age, though I thought that the sex games we played in that vein were just that, games. Games for us, and only us.

“It became obvious to me, finally, early this year, that she was serious about seeing me with underage girls, specifically with our only daughter and her friends. I don’t know what, if anything, Sandy has told you about my feelings for you girls, but….”

“You were sexually attracted to Gracey, Liya, and… and me when you first met us, because we were in the development stage that you, for whatever reason or reasons, find sexually attractive. And, I suppose, because we are attractive.”

“That’s right, Heather. I don’t know if that’s the way things work for all… guys, but that’s how it has always worked for me. If I meet a sexually attractive girl or woman, that… apparent age is the first reason that gets me interested in them. Granted, some attractive girls and women have personalities I don’t care for, so that greatly dampens any attraction I might feel. Those girls or women who had personalities I liked, were reasonably intelligent, and at least somewhat funny…. I found that I liked them as friends, too. You three girls whom I first lusted after, then came to like as friends - liked very much as friends, have now come to be so wonderful and enjoyable to have around that I also look at them as daughters, sister to my only biological daughter.

“For Beth and Rhee, the attractions built in the opposite direction - daughter, friend, sexual interest - as I knew both of them well before either reached puberty. I find myself ashamed of my sexual feelings for all of you, particularly Beth, for obvious reasons. I don’t like the idea of claiming an ‘out’ because of how my first sexual experience with someone other than myself occurred, but I believe it plays a part in my interests.

“Obviously, my illicit sexual attraction to you girls hasn’t turned you off, and I’m both happy and somewhat sad about that. I have a hard enough time keeping myself from acting on my interests in you girls without you encouraging me.”

With that, he smiled a goofy grin at us, and we laughed. Heather climbed into his lap and hugged him, then turned around to face the direction he was facing and settled into his lap.

“Now, how am I supposed to keep that evil monster in my lap quiet if you’re going to do that, Heather?”

“What if I… what if we don’t want the monster quiet?”

Her eyes then suddenly opened wide, and she looked down.

“Please, Dad… Charlie, let me do this. I want to feel it growing.”

She reached her right hand between her legs and took hold of Dad’s formerly quiescent cock. It wasn’t, yet, much larger, but I suspected that we’d see it at full mast shortly. While Rhee and I had both seen or felt this process before, we were as intrigued with watching it as Gracey and Heather were. None of us said a word as it continued to fill with blood. Heather did indicate to Gracey that she should add her hand so that she could feel it grow. Once it was full length, their two hands encircling it, Heather’s below Gracey’s, only barely overlapped it.

“Okay,” Heather said, “you can continue your story.”

“How am I supposed to even think straight, much less coherently complete a narrative, with you two holding me like that?”

“I don’t know,” said Gracey, “but we’ve all come to have great faith in various of your abilities. You’re a wonderful, hyper-skilled man, and you are Our Man.”

“Still? After the near-tragedy that was this afternoon?”

“Even more so after the near-tragedy that was this afternoon,” Rhee answered. “We all love you and we’re all in love with you. Liya is the one of us most in love with you, but that does not diminish our interest in always having you in our lives, as Friend, Father, and Lover.

“Charlie… Dad,” she said, then waited for his eyes on hers. “I’m not sure where Gracey, Liya, and Heather fall out, but Beth and I have only some interest in males other than you. We would be quite happy knowing only one male lover in our lives if that one were you. And we would be ecstatic if you would at least occasionally, but for all time, fill the Lover role, in addition to always filling the other two roles with us.”

Dad’s left arm pulled Rhee in for a short kiss.

Gracey added, “Liya and I also want you to fill all three roles for us, and I’m sure Heather feels the same way.”

“I cannot believe any man could be so lucky as to fill all three roles for so many capable, wonderful, attractive, and sexy girls as the Go5 [pronounced ‘Go five’]. However, if we get over this little hump, I’d be happy to fill at least one or two of them for all of you. I love every one of you and I find myself in love with every one of you. I’ve never joked when I told you that I wish all of you could live here, and I said that long before there was even a twinkling in my brain that I might get to have sexual relationships with you.”

Heather took over, leaning against his left shoulder and looking up at his face.

“You truly want to have sexual relationships with all of us?”

“Of course, I cannot imagine any man like me not wanting that. You’re all so exciting, so capable, so interesting. If we all get over this hump intact, I’ll fill as many of those roles as you want for as long as you want. I know the Moms have been suggesting to you that I might get to make love with you, but that is their goal. They’ve been coy, but I will not be any longer. They want me in sexual relationships with each of you, with all of you, and they want those relationships to include at least occasional intercourse.

“I know that three of you have told me that I could have whatever of you I wanted. Please tell me now if that is not true, because I’m already well beyond my wildest fantasies when it comes to you five and I would love to be able to make love with you, each of you, all of you.”

“Oh, God. We forgot. Liya and I have to go home!”

Dad shook his head. “No. I already talked to your mom, I told her you girls were having fun and had gotten into something, and I asked if I could take you home after practice tomorrow. She was fine with that.

“You know, that’s the part of this I dislike the most. I hate lying, even by omission, to your mothers, two women I like and respect, about what I’m doing with you. They’d both have my head if they were ever to find out.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” said Gracey. “I know Liya’s mom knows something of Liya’s feelings for you. How could she not, when you’re a frequent topic of Liya’s conversation, though she thinks she’s not letting anything out of the bag? Her mom has rolled her eyes in my direction on a few occasions when Liya thought she was not waxing poetic about you. While her mom has never said this at any time when your name had come up, she has said it twice in my presence.”

We waited for a few seconds. I finally said, “What did she say?”

“Oh. Sorry. She said that older guys were better than boys and even young men, as they usually weren’t so into themselves and had useful experience.”

Gracey looked around, noting all the large eyes, then added, “Yeah. The first time she said something like that, I didn’t think much of it. The second time was recently, after we had started getting to do some things with you. I think what she said to Liya - and she looked at me once when she said it, was something like ‘Remember what I told you about boys and young men. If you find yourself wishing for some…’ she paused, and that’s when she looked at me, ‘experience, you’re much better off with an older guy. Of course, you want an attractive one, too, just for bragging rights, even though you should never, ever brag about time with an older guy, at least not while you’re underage.’”

“That sounds like her mom was encouraging Liya… and you to do something with an attractive older guy,” Heather exclaimed. “Of course, as Liya’s mom must know, there’s no more wonderful, attractive, older guy around than the one whose cock I’m holding. Okay, Charlie. Liya’s mom has convinced me. I want you to make love with me because I want my first such time to be pleasurable and memorable. Besides, I love playing with your cock. I’m feeling a need to suck it.”

“Please don’t,” Dad said quickly. “I want to finish our discussion, and I need complete lucidity to manage it. Or, as close as I can get to it with four delicious and exciting young girls sitting naked around and on me, with one of them holding my fully erect cock in her little hands.” He paused, then finished with, “As for Liya’s mom. No matter what she’s said or what she might suspect, she can never know. Please, don’t let anything slip, Gracey.”

“Liya’s more likely to do that than I, but I’ve warned her. As for my mom, she has experience with a man playing with girls, and so one could think she has a particular animus with such. However, I think her attitude is a bit nuanced. I think she was most pissed that he was touching me against my will. I don’t remember exactly what she said, but her first words, said at volume, were, again, I’m paraphrasing, ‘She obviously doesn’t want it, yet you’re doing it, anyway. Fucking rapist!”

After she looked at each of us, all of our eyes huge, she continued, “Additionally, I think she was annoyed that she had to compete with me, someone that he could spend time with, without generating any concern. I don’t know what she would think of you having a sexual relationship with me, but I see no reason to apprise her of such in any way, shape, or form.”

Though it seemed an odd time, it felt right for me to ask the question I had held behind my teeth for so long.

“Dad, how is Liya, really?”

He inhaled deeply, let it out, looked around at each of us, and responded.

“I think she’s okay. I won’t go into any details, but we were skin-to-skin for quite a long while, mostly talking, her in my lap. The words we said were paramount, but the other activity was also important. I left her asleep, but I had told her that I’d do that.

“She knows something, Beth, that I think you suspect, as, probably, do the rest of you smart girls: I’m quite upset with both Moms, particularly with Sandy. They’ve been pushing you five together with me and me with you five. You all seemed to want me very much, with all of you stating such, to varying degrees. As you know, I was not averse to being pushed in that direction once I was convinced that it was something you wanted and wanted a lot.

“I’m kicking myself, as my wants blinded me a little to the way they were doing this… to the, as Beth said, machinations they were using to get what they wanted. While they’re not my secrets to tell, I can say that both of them have as… legitimate, if that’s not an oxymoron, an interest in watching me having… relations with you girls as I do in having those relations. I don’t know what the odds are that three such people got together in a situation that was seemingly made for their predilections, but those odds must be astronomically low.

“One thing that I want to stress above all else: I do not need to do this. I want to, oh, how I want to, but I have lived most of my life without sexual relations with underage girls. I can live the rest of it without that. Yes, it’s harder to quit than not starting, but I can do it, though I don’t want to. However, if any one of you develops qualms, concerns, or fears about this, we can shut it down. It’s cowardly of me to insist that you girls be the ones to shut it down, but that’s how it is.”

I looked at Dad, then at each of the other girls. Each of them was comfortable with this situation - all of us naked, all of us sitting around and discussing the situation in which we find ourselves, the illicit sex, our interests, Dad’s history. I pondered tonight, while the girls and Dad talked. No, while Dad, Heather, and Gracey talked. Rhee was watching me like a hawk. I smiled an embarrassed smile and lowered my head. I pondered for a few seconds more, then lifted my head.

“Rhee, would you help me with something upstairs?”

She stood immediately, nodding her head.

“We’ll be right back,’ I said.

As we were going up the stairs, I whispered, “Let’s check on Liya, first.”

Rhee said nothing, but I knew she would follow me. I quietly opened the door to their bedroom and looked around the small entry vestibule. Liya was lying on her right side looking at me. I walked into the room, Rhee at my heels, sat on the edge of the bed by her and caressed her hair.

“I’m sorry my mom ruined your beautiful declaration. Just so you know, because you’ll find out, not because I want praise, I read her the riot act. Since he left you, Dad hasn’t been past the living room. We and he have been talking about… everything… Charlie’s interests in us, ours in him, various aspects of how we got here… your mom… Gracey’s mom… the Moms. It’s been good. We’ve cleared a lot of air he said he cleared with you, so you probably know most of what we’ve learned.”

I paused to gather will, then said, “I had an idea, and I wanted to run it by you, first. But, first, I must ask you a question.”

Her eyes showed what looked like a bit of fear or concern. That was the first real move she had made since I had opened the door.

“No, I’m not going to ask you about the time you spent here with him tonight. No one has the right to ask you or him that. I made that very clear to my mom. I think she’ll not even allude to it. I told her that she would just have to wonder about it for the rest of her life, as she did not deserve to know, despite being Charlie’s wife.”

Her expression cleared. “Thanks, Beth. You’re a wonder.”

“What do you want to do as far as spending the night? Where? With whom? Do you want Gracey here?”

“Actually, if you and everyone else, particularly Gracey, don’t mind, I’d like to sleep by myself. I’ve been getting some good thinking done and I’d like to keep working on a few things.”

“Okay, that answers my question. My thought was that Dad and the rest of us girls would sleep together in the living room. I feel that would… break the ice a bit, and get over a bit of a small hurdle while we’re all trying to see how to get over the big hurdle that developed today. And, Liya, none of us blame you at all for what happened. We were all mesmerized by your beautiful and erotic declaration of love for Charlie. My first thought was to try to convince Dad to have his night with you here, tonight.

“My second thought was that you would hate that idea because it would have been due directly to something the Moms did. I know you want it to be romantic, that you want some control over it, and that you want it to be Charlie’s idea and instigation. Even if the Moms are behind it somewhere, you want that somewhere to be as murky as possible.”

“Beth, we know each other well, don’t we? My mind went through that exact process, that exact route.”

I smiled at her. “Okay. I’ll have everyone leave you alone. No good nights, right?” When she nodded, I continued. “Heather goes to school in the morning and Dad will take her. I’ll have her and all of us be quiet in the morning in case you wind up thinking well into the night.

“If you get lonely or just want someone there, please feel free to join us in the living room. We all love you. Dad really loves you. I‘ve been pondering this recently and thought something else, but you should know that he really does love you. Not only that, and he said to us, he’s in love with you. While he said that about all of us, I think you’re particularly special to him in that way.”

She smiled what seemed something of a bittersweet smile, then said, “Thanks, Beth. Your belief is correct. At least, he told me that very thing, tonight. That’s one of the things I’ve been thinking about, trying to figure out what it means. I know you know that it’s simple as a statement, but the parameters, the ramifications ripple outward in what looks, now, like a chaotic mess. I’m trying to sort through that and having anyone else here, particularly Gracey, would be a huge distraction. This is not a solve-it-as-you-go-along sort of conundrum.”

I nodded emphatically at her, leaned over, kissed her forehead, and then said, “We all love you and will help if you need it. Join us, even if it’s the middle of the night if you feel the need. Otherwise, may your thinking be fruitful, and your sleep peaceful. Good night, Aliyah.”

Rhee copied my kiss and my last few words, and then we walked out and closed the door. I led her to the storage area where we grabbed pillows and comforters, took them to the head of the stairs, and threw them down. We got all the pillows and comforters from our room and carried those down the stairs. I was a bit surprised, although not hugely so, that the previous load we had thrown down the stairs had already been moved.

“We’re sleeping down here,” Heather asked.

“Yup. Gracey, Liya is fine. She asked us to ask you if she might sleep by herself tonight. She’s trying to think through some things, and she’d like some uninterrupted time to do that.”

Gracey nodded.

“I told her that if she got lonely or just wanted someone else nearby to join us at any time.”

“Okay. Poor Liya. You know, though she acts so strong, she’s quite delicate underneath. She puts on a façade of bravado, but….”

“Yes. We remember how she was when you first introduced her to us. But you and we were able to see through the façade to the real Liya, who is a wonderful, amazing person.”

“Yeah. It’s just that she’s come such a long way since then. I don’t want this to set her back.”

“I agree. That’s one of the good signs. She didn’t strike out at Mom or anyone, today. You and all of us know that the three-years-ago Liya would have blown up at any number of people here, today. She’s thinking things through. I think she’ll come out the other side okay, maybe even stronger.”

“If you’re going to have a sorority sleepover, I’ll just….”

“No, Dad. You’re sleeping with us. You’re Our Man, and the Moms have temporarily given up their rights to control our access to you. And that’s the stupid part of the Moms’ machinations. They think that if they were to green-light us with you, we’d never do anything other than bounce on your cock or have you fuck us silly. Mom… Sandy is afraid she’ll never get you back. That’s not what we want. We want you happy, your wives and our moms happy, and we want a bit of sexual attention from you. Oh, I can certainly imagine the odd day here and there where we five would want you all for ourselves and sex you into exhaustion, but there’s too much else to life to do that all the time.

“No, Dad. Tonight… possibly for a few days, you’ll be the only one with control over your sex life. So, please, Dad, would you spend the night with us? We promise not to keep you sexing us much after 2 am. We’ve got practice tomorrow.”

Dad stared at me, his mouth a bit open. The girls were looking at me, too, but they were all grinning.

“You won’t need any pajamas or such, as we’d just rip them off you. You can use one of the new toothbrushes that always live in this bathroom. Other than that, what else do you need tonight other than four hot, under-age girls who are hot for your bod?”

I saw Dad thinking very hard. He was trying to find a way to graciously get out of this, but he did not want to do that. He was also trying to find a way to seem to agree reluctantly that sleeping here was the best option, but there was to be no sex. When the corners of his mouth began to turn up, I knew we had him.

He looked around at us and said, “That is the most amazing-sounding proposition I’ve received in a long time, though don’t tell the Moms that. If all of you agree - and agree wholeheartedly, then I’ll take you up on that attractive offer of four teenaged girls to do with as you want.”

There was much rejoicing, which resulted in Dad being piled upon. Hands found interesting spots on his body and our bodies. As expected, Heather had the first orgasm. She was on her hands and knees between Dad’s legs sucking his cock, while I was underneath her licking her lips and clit while Gracey… Gracey!... was finger-fucking her pussy. Dad didn’t even get to the moaning stage of his arousal before Heather had a squealing cum that put her out of commission in the cock-sucking department for a while.

Rhee took over on Dad’s cock, but she had inverted herself and put her pussy in Dad’s face, which he happily began licking. I thought I would hurry Rhee along, so stood, went to Dad’s left shoulder, knelt, and wormed two fingers into her pussy. Once they were lubricated sufficiently, I began pounding her pussy, talking to her about Dad’s cock fucking her from behind all while she was sucking on Dad’s cock. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her come so rapidly.

Dad was not getting much continuity on his cock, but that was all for the good, as he might not have much left. Who knows how many times he came with Liya, so he might have only one shot remaining. That meant that if we wanted Dad directly involved in our orgasms, we needed to get most of them before he came. I had another plan that came to me as I saw Heather and Rhee lying side by side on their backs both recovering from orgasms that they’d gotten while sucking Charlie’s cock.

The width of the two queens provided more than enough space to line four girls up on the long side with enough space between us so that we could spread our legs somewhat. I moved the others into that arrangement as Dad looked on bemused.

“Dad, how much control do you have? Can you keep from doing something you really, really want to do, even if the opportunity is right there if you know you shouldn’t do it?”

As soon as I finished, I knew how Dad would answer, so stopped him.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. You’re in that situation right now and failing miserably, aren’t you? Don’t worry, that’s not what I’m on about. What I want to know is if we were all lined up with our pussies available to you, could you put the head of your cock, and only the head, in each of our pussies in turn and hold it there for, say, 30 seconds each?”

“Oh, fuck. Ohhh. Wow, that’s a wonderful mental image.”

“Dad, I want to trust you with this, and, because I really want it, I’ll be last. If you get the head in and think you cannot take it, then just roll off or out and we’ll do something else.”

“Okay. I have to try that because it’s just too fucking exciting to think about without at least trying. Oh, I’m sorry for my language.”

“Da-addd,” Heather said, “this is sex. You’re allowed to talk dirty. Listen. Once I’ve made beautiful, long-lasting love with you, I want, occasionally, to fuck you however I want. I particularly want you to fuck me however and wherever you want. You can fuck me in any room in either house. You can fuck me in the Devlin backyard. You can fuck me on any piece of furniture that strikes your fancy, including the dining room table while we’re all sitting down to dinner. Oh, god! That one would be wonderful!

“Did you get it, Dad? Rather, did you get both points, Dad?”

“Yes, Heather, I did. You want to fuck me or have me fuck you anywhere and everywhere. I will fucking love fucking you, Heather. You’re so wee, so innocent looking, yet so into sex. I’m so going to love being able to fuck you hard to three, four, or five orgasms before blowing my fucking load inside your little fucking wonderful pussy. I’d have said, ‘cunt,’ but I really dislike that word. It’s used too widely as a pejorative, and a crude, gross one at that.

“Will that do, Heather? Or should I say something like, I can’t wait to be sitting at the head of the dining table with the whole family except you sitting at their places? Everyone but you, that is, because you’re sitting on my fucking hard-as-nails cock, bouncing on it while the rest of the family is eating dinner. Then, when I get close to cumming, I’ll stand, push my plate and everything else out of the way, probably onto the Moms’ plates, lay your lovely body on your back on the table and pile-drive your pussy until you scream out an orgasm at the top of your lungs when I’ll shoot a huge load of cum into your lovely, tight, little pussy!”

“OHGOD, OHGOD, OHGOD. YES! YES! PLEASE!!”

After she’d calmed down a little from that imagery, she said, “Dad, Charlie, whichever persona you’re wearing at the time, if you get a hankering to pile-drive my pussy, you just go right ahead and do it. As these other girls are my witnesses, you have my permission to fucking fuck me anytime and anywhere you want. If we’re in the Devlin backyard, you might want to have someone cover my mouth, because I can imagine that, if you were pile-driving me there, you could make me come nonstop until you do.”

Dad looked at her a while, then said, “You mean that.”

“Yes, Charlie, I have meant it every time I’ve said something like that to you. Your first two girlfriends introduced me to multi-person sex and to how wonderful orgasms can be when someone else gives them to you. I love you. You fucking turn me on. I love your cock, and I want it inside me as much as I can get it. While I’m Beth’s and Rhee’s first, you have the next call on my hands, my mouth, and my pussy. I want you. I want you to make love with me. Most of all, I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want to see if you can make me cum as well as your other four girlfriends can make me cum.”

“Oh, god, Heather. If we get over this hurdle and things get to that point, I would love to fuck you hard in front of your sisters, my other girlfriends. So, do you want to be the first of my girlfriends that has me put the head of my cock into your pussy?”

“Do me, Daddy!”

Dad went to her and covered her, his legs outside hers, though hers were spread a bit. He lowered his pelvis and grabbed his cock with his hands and rubbed the head on her lips, running it up through her slit to her clit, and then reversed to start the process again. He was teasing her… and teasing, himself, too, but he was seeing if he could get her to lose control. I wondered what would happen if she lost control and hunched her pussy onto him when he had put the head in her. Would he then fuck her in front of us? From the fire in his eyes, I think he would. And, of course, Heather would have no qualms about her first cock in her pussy taking place with an audience.

I decided that I didn’t mind if Heather got his cock inside her before I got it. I mean, Liya may have gotten it today, though the probability seems low. I would watch excitedly if Dad wound up fucking Heather in front of us. I thought it would be a better first cock-fucking for her than in front of the Moms. I also decided to push the envelope.

“Heather, I just decided that I wouldn’t mind if, when the head is inside you and you just can’t take it, you hunched up onto him and let him fuck you silly.”

“Oh, god, Beth! BETH!”

“And Dad… Charlie, if she does hunch onto you, I want you to pile-drive her into the mattress.”

“Oh, god. Oh, god. No, this isn’t the time.”

“Dad. Really. It’s okay. I know she wants it, and I know you do, too. If you can’t resist it, go for it. Heather would love getting her first cock in front of her sister-friend-lovers, although she’d probably miss Liya’s presence.”

“But she doesn’t have to miss Liya’s presence.”

I wheeled to see Liya right behind us.

“And Liya says that while she’d really like to see that, it’s not time. Please, sister-friend-lovers and Dad-lover, please wait. Please wait, Dad, to pile-drive her into whatever surface she’s on until I can be there to witness it. I want to see it happen before I will entertain such for myself, for my pussy.”

Gracey broke out of her surprise, stood up from the mattress, and wrapped Liya in a hug.

“I was expecting to come down here and worm my way into a pile of my favorite people, to sleep with the only people with whom I can imagine sleeping. And here you all are, not even having gotten the sex out of the way. I’ve heard only Heather and Rhee come, and only once each. I’m a bit disappointed, Dad. I thought you’d have sent Heather into insensibility by now. It’s not that difficult. She’s pretty easy. To make cum, that is. Actually, with us, she’s also easy in the other sexual sense. Dad, she really will take it anytime you want to give it. She loves sex. She particularly likes being gang-banged. I cannot imagine how much she’d cum if you were to ever help us gangbang her.”

Both Heather and Dad exclaimed, “OH, FUCK!”

“Dad, I want something. No, I want two, maybe many somethings. Whatever. The first is that I want to call you Dad, no matter what persona you’re wearing, as I value you most in that role, even though I greatly enjoyed our time together this evening. I’ll remember it, always. Next, I want you to give my sister-friend-lovers what you gave me today, or, at least, as much as you can manage, anyway. Somehow, I doubt you’d be able to manage that for each of them. I want to watch and enjoy my SFLs receiving exquisite pleasure from you. I want to join in and help you whenever I want. Then, when you’ve sated all my sisters, or, in Heather’s case, as close as you can get without running deep into tomorrow, I want us all to curl up together and sleep. I brought Heather’s phone so you and she can wake up in time to go to school. The last thing I want, but won’t demand, is that Gracey and Heather have the pleasure I had this evening of falling asleep in your arms.”