Chapter 115

December 28, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

Heather and I woke earlier than the others, as per usual, and eased out of bed to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry, Beth.”

I gazed at her sitting on the toilet giving her a questioning look.

“I’m confused about what to do about Brett and ... everything. I was ... concerned about having Brett be, as you put it, intimate with us tomorrow because I know that I’d want more of whatever it is.” When I tried to respond, she shook her head and said, “No. I know you’re also concerned with that. You certainly expressed that concern. However, I still found myself thinking of this as your fault, when it’s ... Well, if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s the fault of all of us. We know what we want. Unfortunately, we want ... everything. We want Dad and we want Brett. Like the rest of us, I have no concern about sharing either with my sister-friend-lovers, but, like you, I don’t see any way to have both of them without lying to one or both of them. I took a little bit of that frustration out on you last night, and I apologize for that.”

She wiped and stood, allowing me to replace her.

“Heather, my love, I forgive you, although there’s not much there to forgive. I’ve been somewhat upset with ... myself ... or the situation ... or ... something ... because I understand and share your frustration. A perfect world for us would allow us to have both and not worrying about pregnancy and disease. While I’m positive that disease is not an issue with Brett, pregnancy certainly is. Of course, the truly tricky thing is not lying to Brett about Dad. I don’t like lying, either by commission or omission, for anything, but I also care too much for Brett to begin anything like a sexual relationship with him without being open with him about our ... experience.”

I wiped, flushed, and stood; Heather enfolded me in her arms.

After breakfast, the Go5 returned to our video-review tasks, and I wrote yesterday’s entry here. With all that is going on in the coming days, I will likely not have time to update the diary for a few days.

Meka drove us in search of suitable apparel for this week’s competition, and we had a blast. Whatever she went through last night has had an impact, as she seemed nearly carefree and was much more tactile than she has been with us, in general. It wasn’t sexual at all, but like she was acting more like us when we’re happy, with the occasional arm around shoulders or waist, getting someone’s attention by a casual touch rather than vocally. It was ... nice.

We started at what we now consider the first choice for clothes, the store about which I had concern the first time Mom took us shopping for sexy clothing: Armoire d’Amour. She found a filmy, turquoise, long-sleeved, crop top that sported silver and pink highlights. The idea for it probably started from a button-down, but with a gap between the two sides connected by ties across her cleavage rather than buttons. That left a bit of inside boob visible, depending upon how the tails of the ties fell. She found a very short, black, pleated skirt to go with it. She modeled it in the dressing room such that it rode high, not covering her crotch or the lower half of her ass.

“No,” Liya said. “You want that lovely ass to stand out. You need that skirt in some shade of pink, which will also pick up the pink highlights in the top. A black thong, however, would work well.”

Meka stared at Liya for a couple seconds, then grinned and wrapped Liya in her arms for a brief, but tight, hug, responding, “I accede to your better fashion sense. In fact, I’d let you dress me anytime.”

Liya leaned back in her arms and looked into Meka’s eyes, replying, “You could be a clothes horse, Meka with your long, tall body.” She glanced around the room then lowered her voice to say, “You better be certain of what you just said, as I’d love to dress you in sexy clothes.”

Meka grinned, glanced around, then quietly said, “I’m yours to dress as you wish for Thursday nights ... and other suitable occasions.”

Liya broke out a smirky version of that smile and added, “In exchange for that permission, I’ll buy everything in which I clothe you, and I don’t want to hear any arguments about that from you.” When Meka opened her mouth, Liya added, “No! As Sandy’s daughters, we each have ... sexy-apparel funds, and those accounts can easily incorporate showing off your body.” She looked around again, and still nearly whispering said, “I’m considering your term ‘suitable occasions’ to include anytime you’re at the main house, as long as no one but you and our family ... and, possibly, Celeste ... and Andressa, being present or expected.”

Meka seemed about to object, then gave out an odd smile and responded, “I suppose that’s not any different from Thursdays.”

“No, it’s not. I need to learn all of your various sizes so that I can ... surprise you with some outfits. If that’s okay with you. I don’t want to be ... you know ... a dominant. I just want to have some fun clothing you and, occasionally, surprising you with clothing.”

Meka’s eyes watered, and she clenched her teeth, then pulled Liya back into a full-body hug. After nearly a minute, she leaned back.

“Liya, I’m still not ready for anything more than really good friends with you five, but I do want us to be really good friends. I think of that term as including the occasional slightly suggestive touch and the occasional kiss. May I kiss you?”

When Liya nodded, Meka leaned over and in and gave her a light, five-second kiss.

Upon straightening and releasing Liya, she inhaled, then said, “Thanks for your offer and, particularly, thanks for explaining about your offer. I look forward to the occasional surprise.”

When we got back on the floor, Heather said, “It’s like the universe is conspiring for us. No one else came into the dressing room until after the discussing, hugging, and kissing were done, but someone comes in as we’re walking out!”

She followed that with her grin-and-sparkling-eyes combo. Many of us gave her pats and we re-started our hunt for “long sleeves and CHEEKY.” Liya switched the black skirt Meka had picked for a fuchsia skirt.

We were scattered around the place when I heard her whisper intently, “Heather! This is definitely for you.”

When we congregated again, Rhee said, “Dressing room. I want to see you in that, now.”

“That” was a blue-green tube top of sorts with a black zigzag stitch border on the tube, but with full shoulders and long, loose sleeves. Heather has a few tubes notably narrower than this, but in it, she looked that exquisite combo of cute and sexy that she rocks and which I find so alluring. Apparently, Rhee does, too, as she couldn’t keep her hands off it.

Liya said, “If I had enough time, I could make that narrower, but I’m not sure I’m good enough with the machine to duplicate that zigzag stitch.”

Heather looked at her, replying, “This’ll be fine. I don’t need every tube I own to just barely cover my tiny tits.” More quietly, she added, “I think you get a kick out of the rest of us flaunting our bodies.”

Liya whispered in response, “I do. I love each of you and I’m in love with each of you. You each turn me on, and I’ve come to greatly like my lovers flaunting themselves for me, for us, for Dad, for the Moms. If I weren’t so interested in science and math, I’d consider being a designer. However, I’m not sure I’d get the same kick out of flaunting some random model’s assets as I do out of flaunting the assets of my lovers ... or those of my really good friends. I’ve gotten to like Brit’s idea of making interesting clothing for my friends and lovers. Once I see Brit’s idea, I may have to have a serious discussion with her about that.”

She cocked her head at the other occupied stall as that door opened and we could hear the occupant exit the room.

“Other than those of us here, I’d most like to make something for Kim, as I think she’d be most amenable to wearing something fairly sexy. In fact, with her strong shoulders and back, she’d rock something like Heather’s wearing, now, though with open shoulders. I’ll have to think on that.”

Gracey responded, “Most of our soccer-playing friends share those features, with Meka, here, being the best example.”

Nodding, Liya replied, “Yup, and I definitely want to think up something like that for you, Meka. Your frame is so long that a combo of top and something low rise below showing off your gorgeous back would be ... magnifique!”

When Liya paused to look and, obviously, listen around, I said, “No one’s come in.”

She nodded, looked Meka in the eyes, and said, “I would truly love to make sexy clothes for you, as there are so many yummy parts of you with which to work!”

If she weren’t so dark, Meka’s blush would be as obvious as her behavioral response was, but she recovered quickly.

“All right, all right. I’ve already given you permission to clothe me. I guess you and I will have to have a measuring session.” She turned, asking, “Heather, do you need to find something to go with that? And, yes, I’m assuming you’re getting that, ‘cause you look quite delectable in it.”

“You do,” Liya agreed, “but I just thought of a way to make it a little better. It’ll take me maybe... 15 minutes to make the alteration, although I might ask Sandy for some help, if that’s all right.’

Heather looked hard at Liya for a few seconds, then grinned and responded, “Okay. The things you’ve already done for our stuff is all good, and we all trust you. Feel free to suggest anything you think will up the sexiness quotient for Thursdays and the like.” She turned to Meka and said, “I have stuff that will work for the cheeky aspect, but I’ll look around to see if I can find something better ... and I’d appreciate your help in finding such.”

We returned to the floor, and, over the next couple hours, we each found some interesting additions to our wardrobes. At one point, I happened to look over my shoulder across the floor and noticed Liya, Heather, and Meka with their heads together and wondered what excitement they were discussing.

Rhee found a long-sleeved, periwinkle, velour button-down. I will have to run my hands over her breasts when she wears it. Gracey snagged a soft yellow-and-black pullover that fits her like a glove that she will probably pair with one of her short skirts. It took a while, but Liya got what is, effectively, a long-sleeved, high-necked shawl in a pastel pink with black highlights that Meka found. I know not with what she will pair it, but once I finish writing this afternoon, I will suggest her black skirt that is lower in front than in back ... if she has not already thought of it. I bought a sparkly emerald long-sleeved cropped jacket of sorts that leaves my belly bare and with tails hanging down across my cheeks. I may pair it with my old family thong.

Liya spent a fair bit of time in their room running Mom’s sewing machine altering a few of the items. When Mom got home, she gathered Heather and joined Liya working on Heather’s get-up, but they would not let any of the rest of us see it until time to dress for the get-together.

[Added December 28]

The Go5 was hanging in the BRH room, when we heard a bit of commotion downstairs.

Liya said, “Hey, Heather, could I talk to you quickly.”

When Heather nodded her head, the other three of us headed downstairs. The commotion was Meka arriving, and she was wearing the outfit she’d bought today, with the skirt riding high and revealing the lower half of her ass and the thong that covered her pussy, but not a whole lot more than that.

Sandy wore an emerald, long-sleeved button-down with just two of the buttons fastened and with the long tails hanging down and framing the crotch of her old family thong. The back of the shirt had been altered such that it was tails that partially covered her lower cheeks. Carol was wearing a burnt orange, skintight, long-sleeved, fuzzy pullover that allowed her large breasts to be obvious, though seemed to have some built-in support for them, making them even more obvious. She paired it with a pair of gray cheeky shorts with a subtle black pattern and leaving the bottom quarter or so of her cheeks bare. Dad wore a thin, royal blue long-sleeved button-down with only the button just above his navel fastened. Below, he had on a black thong beneath soft white shorts that had obviously been altered to show the lower quarter of his cheeks.

Inez wore a very short orange skirt high toward her waist, which revealed most of the medium gray bikini brief that did not cover about the lower quarter of her ass. She paired that with a similarly gray velour long-sleeved crop top. Nira had donned a sleeveless diaphanous, sunflower yellow, cropped button-down that had only two of its five buttons fastened. Her buttoning plan revealed some cleavage, while the material was somewhat see-through, so her areolae were obvious. Below, the top portion of her medium gray thong was covered by a darker gray apparel item that was not long enough to deserve the term “skirt,” being only a few inches wide, thus with nearly half her ass visible.

I hugged the two of them while I could hear Dad’s phone ringing, then said, “You two must be among the sexiest professors at the university. I’m glad you’re comfortable showing so much skin and taking part in our silly little clothing competition.” I glanced to my right at Dad, his phone to his ear, in the entryway from the south hall, then turned back and said, “I’ll bet it’s you two that has him half-hard.”

Nira grinned and responded, “And we’ve both already had a nice, little session with him today.” She shook her head rapidly, then said, “We did not imagine what this place was really like, and I could not have imagined it. I’m glad I could be here for this, but I’m really going to miss this place after I leave tomorrow.” She briefly closed her eyes, then opened them and added, “Even though it’ll be more than three months before I get back, it’ll have been worth it having the past few days with him. The whole family has been very accommodating in making sure that I’ve gotten a lot of loving from him.” She looked at me for a few seconds, then asked, “I understand you girls are spending the night at the other house. Is that right?” When I nodded, she said, “I can’t believe I’m excited about this, but I’m looking forward to the five of us sleeping in the Monstrosity!”

“Wow! That should be fun. We girls have had a lot of wonderful nights in that bed, including sleeping with Dad the night before our first day of high school. I can’t imagine that it won’t be really good for you, too.”

While I was hugging them again, Dad said loudly, “May I have everyone’s attention?” When it was quiet and we were all facing him, he said, “I have good news. We now have a house for Inez and Nira.”

As the saying goes, the crowd went wild. Celeste walked in almost unnoticed.

“Hey, guys,” she said. “Is that celebration for my return? If so, I’m honored.”

There was much laughing.

Dad, quick on his feet as usual, said, “Partly. We also just got word that we now own the house on the west side, so I’m afraid you’ll have to share the celebration of your return with Inez and Nira having a place to live.”

Celeste grinned, then hugged Inez and Nira in rapid order. She seemed to suddenly remember about Nira, and stepped back, saying, “I hope you don’t mind the hug. We always hug each other upon my arrival and my departure. I didn’t mean to...”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re going to be neighbors and will probably find ourselves joining in with this crazy family in all manner of meals, celebrations, and other stuff. I hope you won’t think of me as a pseudo-advisor here. That would be disappointing.”

“Thank you, Doctor ... Oops. Thanks ... Nira.” She inhaled and exhaled noisily, then added, “It might take me a while.”

“Understood and not surprising. We should maintain a slightly less familiar relationship at school, but it’s fine even there to be friends. I do want to talk with you briefly about school – and it’s all good things – before things wind down here, tonight.”

Carol stepped up to Celeste and began the round robin of hugs while asking, “How was the holiday visit?”

“Okay, but I’m glad to be back ... home.”

Carol responded, “We’re glad you’re back home, too.” When Celeste stepped back and looked at her, Carol said, “We miss you when you’re gone, and it feels like you’ve come back home when you arrive. I’ve actually thought of something to ask you or tell you and think I need to look for you, then remember you don’t live here.”

Celeste stepped back into Carol’s arms and replied, “That’s one of the nicest things that anyone’s said to me in a long time. It also feels something like I’m coming home when I walk in the back door without having to knock or ring the bell. It’s just ... better here than anywhere else. I’m really looking forward to moving into the other house.”