Chapter 226

June 17, 2018 (Sunday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

While slowly rousing from sleep, I caught the end of a quiet question that Brett answered.

“Yes. I simply cannot imagine a more incredible life for a 15-year-old boy. I live and love with an array of wonderful and lovely young women. More incredible to me ... in the original meaning of that adjective ... is that those lovely young women seem truly to love sharing me with others, including some of their mothers and others that interest them. I have no firm idea of how many girls and women with whom I’ve been sexual, but I assume that someone here is keeping track. However, the number, itself, does not particularly interest me. I simply enjoy the sharing mentality and the women, themselves.”

“Kai, you’ve discovered masturbation. We heard you last night upstairs, but how many times did you cum in the bed with us last night?”

“Three ... I think. Brett, I ... had no idea ... about my ... clit-or-is. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“I had no idea, but Mother discouraged all thoughts of sex, and, with what I experienced when I was young, I had no interest in it. You and your family have made my life so much more enjoyable than ever, and I’ve known you for less than a month.”

“May we join you?”

Brett replied, “How did you get down here without us hearing you, Maren?”

“I don’t know. We were not being sneaky.”

“Okay. Come on, and I’ll even give you 25 seconds this morning.”

As I hissed, “Steph,” the rest of the girls pulled up short behind Maren, who was staring at Steph on the other side of the bed.

He whispered, “Fuck,” to me, then told Maren, “Don’t worry about that right now. Get in bed so I can discuss this with my eyes open.”

Civ quietly said, “Brett, I love you. Thanks for being so ... you ... with us.”

Brett said, “Civ, Maren, you two join us here in the middle, but neither of you should be right next to me.”

Maren responded, “Thanks, Brett. Padme, you lead the others to the far side.”

“Okay. Come on you two.”

I was on the other side of Kai who had, somehow, been one of Brett’s cuddlers last night. Of course, I was really out of it when the sex came to an end, and I probably dropped into sleep where I was. Since I know I wasn’t here, someone must have moved me without me being aware. Oddly, both Civ and Maren jammed their way between Kai and me, so I rolled onto my right side and backed up a bit into Rache to provide more room. Rache rolled onto her right side and then pulled me more into her, which opened more space in front of me. The two girls solved a bit of the space problem by Maren sitting with her back to the headboard and Civ sitting on her lap and leaning back into her, hiding Maren’s breasts.”

I marveled while I told them, “You didn’t even discuss that, did you? You both knew where you wanted to be and independently came up with the only possible solution to so little space. You two work together like some of our pairs. We’re becoming more and more impressed with both of you as individuals, but even more as a duo. It’s so obvious that you feed off each other, stair-stepping up each other to rise to where you’re heading. You’ve certainly become mission-critical for us, particularly in the role you’ve assumed of being mentors to other young girls. While we thank you, specifically, for that effort, we also thank you for adding so much flair and wonderfulness to the LA.”

That got me a 15-second multi-hug from them, after which they sat back up, and Civ said, “We’re good, Brett.”

“Good morning, girls. I want to tell you that I agree ... completely ... with Beth’s words about you. If you were both even just a year older, we’d probably be happy to accept you into all aspects of the LA.”

“You’d be ... willing to have us in the sexual portion of the LA, even if I were still only 13?”

“Much of me would, yes, but it’s probably still best if you wait until you’re 14, Civ, although I don’t truly understand why that is. You’re certainly more mature even than most girls who are years older than you. I know that from watching various girls in high school do what I consider to be foolish things in foolish ways. I think you’d be more capable ... mentally ... of handling a sexual relationship at 13 than a lot of girls would at 16 ... or even older.”

Meka responded, “Civ, Maren, I agree with Brett in all he said. Just because girls are, generally, more mature than boys of similar age, that doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re all that mature. And you two have opened my eyes with how comfortable you’ve become with us, comfortable with our lifestyle that includes a lot of sex, even though we need to have you jump through hoops to be with us. While we would understand if you got angry with us excluding you from some benefits of the LA, we’re so very happy you’re not angry with us and truly seem to understand why we feel we must limit you two. Thanks, girls.”

“As we’ve said, Civ, the world has no better place for us than here.”

“Hear, hear.”

Maren replied, “Thanks, Rhee.”

Brett asked, “Are you girls fired with curiosity about Steph’s presence on the other side of the bed?”

“Of course, Brett, but we suspect that it has to do with sex, although we don’t know how. If we’re wrong about that, we apologize and ask that you explain it.”

Rache snorted behind me, then said, “There’s no safe response to that, Civ. Your mind is simply incredible, young lady.”

Civ and Maren chuckled in response, with the latter replying, “Hey, we tried.”

Brett, however, was not letting the topic lie, as he said, “Girls, while we’ll almost always keep details and hows out of our explanations, I don’t want you to have to wonder about stuff, because if you’re wrong, then that could cause us problems. Mom is there for sex-related reasons, but in a weird or esoteric fashion. Esoteric (he spelled it and pronounced it again carefully), describing a feature, action, or event understood by only a small group.”

“Oh, Brett. Thanks for continuing to teach us even in situations like this that could be ... awkward. We love that the rest of the LA teaches us as our parents do, but I suspect we won’t be explaining to our parents the exact situation of how you came to teach us that word.”

Snorts came from many sources, and many chuckled at those snorts.

Brett replied, “We enjoy your highly inquisitive minds, and will always help you and Civ learn.”

From across the bed, “Are early mornings always like this, here?”

Civ beat the rest of us to responding with, “Frequently, and this ... this right here, this comfort of our older sisters and us, sharing quiet time together while we prepare for the day, is one of the aspects of being in the LA we treasure most. Excuse my profanity, Steph, but we find this fucking wonderful.”

Maren piled on with, “It makes us feel so very accepted, despite our young ages, as integral parts of the LA. We get to sleep with them many nights, and that’s even better, but this is a wonderful consolation prize that we happily accept while the girls become fully sexual with Brett.”

“You two know ... everything that goes on here?”

“Yes and no,” replied Civ.

“They don’t tell us details or hows of the sex,” added Maren.

Civ tacked on, “But everyone keeps everyone else in the loop with goings-on within the LA and within the compound.”

“That’s critical, so that Civ and I ... or others of the young girls, visitors or members, don’t barge in and learn some things that our parents might prefer we not learn ... or, at least, see ... quite yet,” finished Maren.

There was much chuckling, and Brett stated, “You’ve now been officially tag-teamed by our incredible duo of young girls, Mom. Be very cognizant of how you interact with them, because they may well be the brightest of us.”

“Brett, pull the sheet up to your neck and close your eyes. We need to hug you to thank you for your wonderful words.”

I said, “Belay that order. I understand, girls, I truly do, but not yet. Just ... not yet, please. A standing hug with at least some clothing on is one thing. A lying-down hug with only a sheet between naked bodies is entirely another.”

“Okay, Beth. Thanks for staying on top of our ... enthusiasms.”

“You’re welcome. Girls, you need to understand, that we ... most or all of us ... are coming to wish more and more that we could simply allow you fully into the LA. We’re finding it harder and harder to refuse you things, mostly because you are so mature. We want you to have enthusiasms. That is one of the most endearing aspects of your psyches and illuminates your wonderful minds. However, I’d prefer it if we could channel those to ... subjects other than sex.”

I had a sudden idea, so added, “Girls, I know that despite school being out, you two and the rest of us are still fairly busy. I know you two wanted to get ahead in math, and I know that Civ has tested into Algebra I. However, I wonder if we couldn’t get you through that class this summer, get you tested, and get you in Geometry next fall.”

Civ ordered, “Close your eyes, now, Brett,” shortly before the two of them launched themselves ... trusting that Brett’s eyes were already closed ... into and onto me, Civia on her left side and folding herself into me, Maren vaulting over Civ and lying partly on me and partly on Rache.

Maren placed a peck-and-a-half on my lips first, but Civ did the same immediately after.

Heather piped up, “That sounds like a great idea, girls, and I’ll help as much as I can. I’m pretty sure we can volunteer Charlie, too. Let’s coordinate with your parents on this one.”

Civ asked, “Could we visit them today? I know we’d probably have to disturb their debauchery, but I think they’d think the reason would be worth losing some sexy-time.”

“And,” Char inserted, “as much as we’ve tried, we’ve learned that you can’t have sex all day.”

From across the bed came, “I can’t believe this. This is ... excuse the profanity, Civ ... fucking incredible. This ... morning time is truly important to you. Yes? You’re able to ... check in with each other, test ideas, and ... just ... revel in your relationship, and, despite that you’re all naked and young and horny kids, there’s no sex in, at least, this ... morning type.”

“Steph-Mom, this is one of the things that keeps us aligned with each other. I didn’t fully realize the value of this until fairly recently, but it’s one of the ... host of little things that are so crucial to keeping us together.”

“I see that, and I’m further amazed. I couldn’t have thought of this and wouldn’t have believed it had I not heard it with my own ears. However, it’s things like this that cause us to want to help you succeed in your efforts to stay together. Perhaps I won’t pine away in boredom while my guy is halfway around the world.”

“It’s time,” I stated. “My bladder is screaming. Brett, close your eyes, and young girls ... and Mia, go to the bathroom, and let’s get our morning started.

I pulled Mia aside in the bathroom and had her join me at the north stall.

“We’re casual about peeing. If you can deal with it, we could have the quick talk we need to have in the stall, because I think this talk should be private.”

“You mean, we’d both go in and close the door?” When I nodded, she closed her eyes briefly, then asked, “And you girls do things like this...”

“All the time. Often, we won’t even close the stall door. Defecation is very different, but none of us are fussed about peeing.”

She nodded as she said, “Okay. You first or me?”

“Me, please.”

When she nodded, I stepped in, sat on the throne, and let go while she closed the door.

“I’ll give you a choice today. Brett must wear a panty when the young girls are around and the young girls need to cover their ... assets, but the rest of us girls can ... and probably will be ... naked. I’ll give you the choice of emulating the young girls or being naked, and you don’t have to make a decision immediately. Actually, you’re welcome to make a decision now and equally welcome to change your mind once you see how things go. If you decide on nudity, no one will endeavor to take advantage of that and do sexual things with you. If you decide on clothing, no one will endeavor to take advantage of that and do sexual things with you. The single most important cornerstone of the LA and of the compound is respect. Respect for our family, respect for our friends, respect for each other. Anything and everything we do, particularly relating to sexual activities, requires prior permission from all parties. We have a lot of sex here, but it’s not a free-for-all ... except in particular times and places with prior planning.”

I wiped, then stood to allow her a chance at the pot, and we shuffled past each other to trade places.

As she sat and released, she said, “I can’t believe how ... casual and, yet, intimate you all are, like this. I don’t mean sexually intimate but...

“I understand, and that is a feature that is part and parcel of our large relationship We know each other very well, Mia, and that allows many of the things you’ve seen here. We put a lot of effort into making this work and avoiding and working around potential points of contention by discussing ... everything. It may seem to you that things just work here with no effort, but you haven’t seen the six months of effort that has gotten us here, nor will you see the next six months of effort that will keep this working.”

“I’m ... uhhh ... beginning to ... think I might ... be ... interested in ... seeing that ... next six months.”

That was a surprise, and I told her so.

“I’m not at all certain, but ... even with Taylor around ... and soccer ... I’m ... a little lonely. I don’t know ... what ... the various girls would think about someone ... just looking for ... deeper, more interesting friendships, but...”

“Mia, this all started with girls looking for ‘deeper, more interesting friendships,’ and despite the wonderful sex, those friendships are what keep us together, keep us working so hard to stay together. Yes, the sexual aspect is wonderful, but sex can never keep something like this going. Friendship and love are what do that ... in nearly all long-lasting human relationships.”

She looked up at me for many long seconds and I could almost see her brain whirling through her dark eyes. She nodded.

“I think I understand ... and now that I see that, I sort of see the importance of ... what I saw in ... the bed this morning. I think I understand what ... Brett’s mom, right?” When I nodded, she continued, “I think I understand what she said. I was ... shocked, though, when I realized that she was Brett’s mom and in the same bed, even if she was on the other side.”

When I opened my mouth, she held up a hand and said, “No. I don’t need to know. In talks Mom has ... In talks my mom and I have had about ... sex ... and stuff, she told me that, so long as no one’s hurt, sexual relationships are sexual relationships and are no one’s business but their own. I don’t know if Brett’s mom is sexual with him or with anyone else in that bed, because, particularly as a visitor, it’s none of my business. I’ll try to keep ... that from ... making me ... question you girls. You certainly know that probably very few could understand ... whatever that is.

“The thing is that ... I’m ... in a weird place. I’m ... concerned I’m a lesbian, even though I don’t ... fully understand what that means. Mom ... She’s really great and very supportive, but I’ve found it ... impossible to tell her this, and I know I need to do that. I’m as certain as I can be without being certain ... if that makes any sense ... that she wouldn’t think poorly of me, even if I knew I ... want girls and only girls. Beth, I’m confused.”

I very briefly considered plopping myself onto her lap and hugging her, but my logical mind had just enough time to override my instant reaction, so I moved my right hand to pet her crown.

“Keep trying to discern what you want, both sexually and about being here, and please know that I consider those as two quite different topics. An advantage of being here might be that you can talk to us individually. That’s an advantage because each of us is in at least a slightly different place on the sexual spectrum. While all of us are interested ... and want ... sex with guys, most of us are very picky about guys, perhaps much more so than with girls, and I think we’re pretty picky there.

“Mia, if you were interested in spending more time with us specifically so you could figure out your sexuality, that’s something we could support ... so long as you don’t expect your presence here automatically to include sex. It wouldn’t. Most of the time with us, sex requires a previous commitment of strong friendship and usually requires romantic love. There’s not a girl here, including Brett, with whom I’m not in love. I don’t know why I and others here have this capacity to so thoroughly love so many, but we have it. Is there further to discuss in this vein?”

She shook her head, saying, “No, and I’m quite hungry.”

We prepared and ate a breakfast of French toast in the pavilion, eating leisurely. As eating was winding down, I called a meeting.

“Visitors, we need to do a major grocery trip, and we need to be back well before Ms. Abernathy could arrive here. Mia, Taylor, would you be willing to help?

Mia immediately responded, “Yes! We will, won’t we, Taylor?”

That was a command if ever I’ve heard one, and I covered my mouth to hide my smile, although Taylor did not object.

“Brit will be painting Lana’s back sometime today, but that will depend on Rache’s availability to photograph and video it. There may be a short field trip of sorts this afternoon, but that’s still very much up in the air, and more unlikely than likely. Steph is stealing our husband again, today: something about needing some manly muscles to help move heavy stuff. Mia will let us know her mom’s ETA as soon as she knows it, and some of us will be having a discussion with her of indeterminate length, but which has the possibility of being long. Brit and Lana, that might be a very good time for back-painting.” I looked around, then said, “Unless someone has new business, that’s all I have.”

The Jacobses departed around 9:30, and the rest of us departed for the grocery store shortly thereafter. Liya shadowed the young girls in case they needed assistance, but other than a couple of minor suggestions, the girls required no help and did a good job. She did have to throw her weight around at checkout.

Despite that some of the older girls were right there, as was Liya, who had been dealing with checkout at the location since before we moved into the J, it seems that at least some of the Sunday staff were not familiar with us, and the young guy overseeing the area had questioned the young girls’ efforts. Liya had spent at least five minutes on the task, even showing him receipts from the two Saturdays previous to yesterday.

“If you’re not willing to allow the girls to use this card, please bring your manager here. Now.” When he stood there staring at her for more than ten seconds, she asked, “Why are you still here?”

He huffed and went off in search. She considered simply running the groceries through the self-checkout but decided that would be pushing too hard at this point. After just over ten minutes and with all of us having completed gathering the tasks on all sub-lists, we were all standing around in the self-checkout area taking up space.

“What’s the problem?”

I thought, “Why do they always start with that question when they damned well know what the problem is?”

I let Liya handle it, and I think Heather was hoping that the guy would provide for a Liya cold tirade, something to which no sane person should wish to be subjected ... and she never raises her voice. That’s the best part. If that was Heather’s wish, it was granted.

“The problem, Sir, as you’re well aware, is that your employee does not seem willing to allow us to purchase some $800 worth of groceries that will keep my family in meals for the next week. This, despite that we have been loyal nearly weekly shoppers at this location for almost six months, spending 650-850 dollars per week. Apparently, this employee cannot do the math and determine that the monthly total would average around three thousand dollars. While, perhaps that’s nothing in the scheme of things for your company or, perhaps, even for this unit, I find it hard to believe that we keep having to justify, at least once per month, our legal access to the funds in the accounts we use to pay for the groceries we need. While this unit of this chain is most proximal and simplest for us to visit, should we continue to be hassled, we will probably need to select an alternative source of groceries. Granted, your profit per dollar spent here is small ... even tiny, but considering that the roughly 39,000 dollars we would spend per annum ... given an average of 750 dollars per week, would pay for this employee’s salary and then some, I don’t see why we should have to put up with such hassle.”

She reached a hard stop and stared into the manager’s eyes.

He looked around quickly when another customer shouted, “You tell him, Girl!”

While no one else said anything, other customers were gathering, and the manager closed his eyes briefly.

“How old are you?”

I immediately thought, “You poor fool.”

“I fail to see the relevance of that to this impasse. Has your employee not passed on all the details of my ... wonderful encounter with him? If he had, then you would know how old I am, particularly as he’s still holding my learner’s permit in his hand.”

The employee’s face went scarlet, but she was not through with either of them.

“I refused to allow him possession of the bank-authorized debit card with which we have... quite literally ... used in these very self-checkout lanes for months. We’ve been challenged numerous times and have always been allowed to proceed with our purchases. Is there no communication, no collective knowledge in your office? Additionally, you, in your position, would be aware of any default on payment of single purchases as large as are typical for us, and if there were such, your company would surely have taken actions to protect itself from further fraud. Tell me. Are you aware of any such problems?”

“No, ma’am, I am not, and I would know.”

It seemed as if he were going to say something further, but she cut him off, saying, “Might I suggest hanging on to the surveillance video of our conversation and showing it to relevant staff so that they might recognize us when we’re here? I cannot imagine that you regularly have passels of girls ranging in age from 12 to 21 who aren’t us and who quietly and efficiently gather groceries whose total retail value is in the range I previously mentioned, use your self-checkout aisles, and pay for those groceries with the same debit card every week. At least, we have never encountered such here.”

I think the guy got it.

“I apologize if you feel you ... and your group feels ... hassled. We have policies in place to help prevent losses via fraud because, as you noted, profit margins on groceries are very thin. Surely you can accept that we wish to protect ourselves.”

No, apparently, he did not.

“One of the facets that distinguishes most humans from animals is the ability to reason, to collate disparate data, analyze them, and derive synopses from their analysis. Apparently, I must be less than human, as your response suggests that I have not analyzed the data correctly and have not come to the proper conclusion that it is impossible for a large group of young girls to legally pay for groceries in your establishment. Please advise your superiors that we will be consulting with our attorneys to determine whether we have sufficient grounds to bring suit against this establishment for harassment. I wonder if your corporate office would find a story about a multinational corporation harassing teenaged girls trying to feed their family to be amusing. I assure you, Sir, we do not.”

She then gave him the tigress version of her smile ... to applause.

The guy whipped around at that applause, rattled his brain, then turned to Jimmy or Billy or Bonzo and told him, “Give her license back to her and let them check out.”

She drove the knife into the heart.

“Thank you, Sir. Should our attorneys believe we have a case, I am sure they will forward to your corporate office copies of our three recordings of this regrettable incident. Please, have a nice day.”

He blanched, but she turned away from him and held her hand out to Bonzo Jimmy for her permit. After a guttural “ahem,” he glanced at Liya, looked down at her open palm, rattled his brain, then handed her permit to her.

She softly said, “I’ll bet you’ll remember us next time.”

We spent the next ten minutes checking out ... using all six stations, thanks to our audience of shoppers insisting that we go ahead.

An old Hispanic woman patted her on the back, and Liya smiled at her.

As we prepared to leave the checkout area, the manager returned and began to talk, but Liya held her hand up at him and, pointing at me, said, “Her mother is a branch manager of the bank on which our debit cards are drawn. I suspect that the bank’s corporate office may wish to contact your superiors to discover why their clients are being hassled. Additionally, her father, my mother, and her mother (pointing at Gracey) are tenured professors at the university. Perhaps, Sir, you have not learned the adage about judging a book by its cover. You should learn it, as one can never be certain who has clout. Good day, Sir.”

She turned on her heel and led us out of the store. By the time we reached the two vehicles, she was steaming, and Rhee wrapped her up, helping to calm her at least a little while the rest of us loaded boxes.

During the process, Maren quietly told Civ, “Don’t ever piss Liya off.”

“Wasn’t she magnificent?! I don’t know if I could do that, and so apparently calmly, but I think I better work on it.”

“You ... and we ... probably have time, as I imagine that we’ll get the royal treatment for a while.”

Raven arrived shortly after we had finished lunch. Mia had had a longish conversation with her mom before Raven had set out for our house, the upshot of which was that we were all naked and arrayed in the living room and Heather had promised me she would not make anything like leading comments to her unless Raven started it. I had rolled my eyes and grinned at her.

I held my hand out to her as Heather held the door open, and said, “Welcome back.”

“Thanks, and thanks for housing Mia and Taylor, who, I see, are naked as Mia told me. You girls ... truly live like this.”

“We do. It’s outré, of course, but we enjoy it, as does the Hellion.”

Raven was half out of her clothes by this point, and she slid her slacks down as she responded, “She does. She wasn’t a pest about it?”

“Not at all. We do insist that she wear a panty when Brett returns, as we have a policy regarding ages and clothing states when it’s mixed-sex here.”

As she removed her panty, I held my hand out pointing to the chair in which I wished her to sit, which was part of a small conversational group. Most of the rest of us, including the young girls, were perched on the Semi-Super Monstrosity in the northwest corner of the room in the direction her seat faced. Heather was standing by my seat, and Mia was in the other.

As she sat, she said, “You’re obviously well-practiced at this. I assume the seat covers are easily removable and washable. Yes?”

“Of course. I hope Mia passed on to you that we would have been perfectly happy to have this discussion with you in clothes.”

“She did, but I pondered this all the way here, and decided that I’d like to test the waters. I’ve not spent much social time in this state that didn’t involve sex, but I decided that if my daughters could do it, I could, too.” I grinned at her, a grin she returned, after which she added, “It must make it easier for nudity to be the rule given that there’s not an unlovely girl and body here.”

Heather replied, “To a point, it does, but your family seems quite similar in that regard.”

Raven lowered her head at Heather in thanks, then said, “I was hoping that this conversation could be more ... intimate.”

“Of course, but you have not been introduced to most of us and, since Mia is a favored teammate, we wanted to officially introduce most of the rest of our family to you and vice versa.”

When she agreed, we ran everybody through the introduction ringer, after which only the four of us and Char remained. Raven agreed to the less formal option of sitting on the monstrosity in the corner.

“Char, Heather, and I are probably on different portions of the spectrum of sexual orientation, and we felt there might be an advantage to this discussion to have that diversity. Mia’s been having trouble with this, and we hope to be supportive of her, although we cannot tell her story for her.”