Book 1 of “The Catalyst” Series
Chapter 10: Night Activities and Morning Explorations
“So what are everyone’s plans for the evening?” My father, Frank, asked as he sipped an after dinner café au laut while several of the ladies shared a desert, each insisting they couldn’t eat an entire one by themselves.
Allison glanced at me, and the meaning was immediately clear to everyone.
“Hey, I don’t care what the rest of you do, but after a full day yesterday, the late night altercation last night, and all the activities today, I’m exhausted. I’d like nothing more than to crash as I need to catch up on my sleep.”
Both Mom and Dad simultaneously replied, “Good!” and proceeded to laugh about how enthusiastic they both were about it.
“Finally a chance to party without the kids!” Dad announced with a huge smile. “You go sleep, we’ll visit the Casino and see how much of your college funds we can lose.”
I decided to ignore that little dig, but it was nice seeing them so relaxed for a change. Despite how stressful I’d been feeling lately, they seemed to be enjoying their vacation.
“Well, since we’re talking about Alex’s bedtime, I think we should discuss who’s going to make sure he sleeps soundly,” Shani suggested with a gleam in her eye. “Since there are so many of us, we’ll need to schedule who spends time with him.”
Anh started speaking, but since Natalie and Cate couldn’t understand her I had to translate.
“She says that since she and Shani had their fun last night, she votes for Patricia, Allison and Natalie having their turn tonight. She also says that while the rest of you may be up for this on a nightly basis…,” I hesitated as I struggled to get my blushing under control as I continued, “ it’s a little harder for her to … ‘get my juices flowing so quickly.’”
“That makes sense,” Shani admitted while pretending to pout. “It’s only fair, and I’ll get another shot at him tomorrow night if he can handle all three of you tonight,” she added smiling.
My father cringed at the discussion, but my mother merely laughed at him, enjoying the teasing between the women while I was in Dad’s camp. Though actually, I’m not so sure they were teasing.
“Actually, although Henry seems to be handling our little ‘arrangement’ pretty well, the one where he trades being my boyfriend for being my manager, I don’t think it will help anyone if I rub his nose in it by immediately sleeping with Alex,” Patricia announced with a note of resignation. “So if it’s all the same to the rest of you, I’ll try for another night as well. I’d better go see how he’s faring.”
She then turned to me with a wolfish grin. “But you’d better count on making up for my lost opportunities, buster,” she told me. Everyone laughed at that. Everyone, that is, except for Dad and me. Cate was practically rolling on the floor over it, and Mom seemed to be tickled pink by it as well.
“I think we’d better go spend the kid’s inheritance before they give me a heart attack,” Dad suggested, finally getting up.
“Good idea, I’m sure that Alex doesn’t need his parents standing over him while he entertains all his women,” Mom agreed, even though she wasn’t agreeing to the same sentiments he was.
“I’ll tell you what, if you’d rather, I can show you some of the more interesting adult playgrounds in the French Quarter,” Shani offered. I had to smile at that, as it seemed that she was still angling to ingratiate herself with my parents. Hopefully she’d succeed, because my father could use all the distraction he could stand, since it would take his mind off of what he imagined the girls and I doing. Me, I still planned on sleeping—whatever the girls were considering.
“I can pull some strings and get you some backstage passes to many of the clubs in town,” Patricia offered. “I’ll walk back with you, and once you decide where you want to go, I can make arrangements.” With that she demonstrated that she was following Shani’s lead, trying to ease her entrance into my life by buttering my parents up.
Allison, Natalie, Anh, Cate and I escorted the others out of the hotel, and we waved goodbye to our parents while I kissed Patricia and Shani goodbye.
‘Since I’m off tonight, I’ll share the other twin bed with Cate,’ Anh offered while we were waiting for the elevator.
“Good, that’ll leave Natalie and I alone with Alex. That makes going to bed at 8 p.m. worth it,” Allison purred, as the elevator door opened and we all entered.
The older couple that got on with us gave Allison and Natalie some strange looks, but Allison was used to getting that kind of look in her line of work, and she wasn’t about to let it bother her. She cuddled up to me, while Natalie backed off slightly and I couldn’t help but try to stifle a yawn. Cate, meanwhile, was trying unsuccessfully to keep from laughing at me.
“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I was serious when I said that I needed to sleep,” I told them, ignoring the continued looks of the couple. However, given how much fun everyone else was having, the women all started yawning, imitating me and giggling about it. By the time the elevator doors opened again and we all tumbled out, the older couple were both grinning about what an entertaining group of young idiots we all were. Yet, despite that, as we walked to the room, the girls couldn’t resist some honest yawns of their own, as they began to realize that they really were nearly as exhausted as I was.
But the truth of the matter was that I could pretend that we were all going to sleep as much as I wanted, but I think we all knew that there would be more than that. The girls were all still worked up from last night, and they’d all heard the stories or been there themselves this morning, so they were raring to go. My supposed bravery in standing up for Anh, my latest ‘miraculous’ ability, and the excitement at what Shani, Anh and I had done were all working against me, and I had my own teenage hormones countering my resolve. Cate’s eyes also widened in interest as everyone teased me about what they planned to do with me, and while Anh might claim she was too old to care, I could see the gleam in her eyes as well.
So it was with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation that I unlocked the door. ‘Hey, Shani and Patricia, thanks for stepping aside tonight. I appreciate it, and I promise to make it up to you,’ I told them as I held the door open for the girls, and they proceeded to undress almost immediately.
‘You’re welcome,’ they both replied with a note of humor in their response—which is stronger than a mere tone of voice when delivered telepathically.
The nervous anticipation in the room was palatable. I glanced at Natalie, and she seemed like a nervous wreck. I wondered how much was because of me, and what I supposedly represented, and how much was the fear that my father’s little test had generated.
“You know, Natalie, nothing really happened last night,” I said, hoping to convince myself as much as her. “So don’t expect too much.”
“Yeah,” she replied. “That’s not what I heard. Shani said she went off like a skyrocket, despite you hardly doing anything to her, and Anh said she hasn’t been very active in years and thought she was past such things, but that she just couldn’t help herself last night.”
“How did she…?” I struggled to ask.
“Oh, Alex, do you really think a difference in language can keep girls from gossiping together,” she answered with a laugh. “But Shani provided the translations for us.”
I sighed in resignation, knowing there was no way to fight the effect my supposed aura had on these women as I turned and started removing my clothes and carefully putting everything away, hoping to forestall the inevitable. I had to admit; I just might be too tired to do much with two very willing and playful women, one of whom was a professional escort who catered to the wealthy. What more could an innocent high school boy ask for?
Still, what she said also cast a few doubts in my mind. Were the women making love to me, or this fictional Spirit Lord they saw me as? Didn’t it usually take women a while to reach orgasm? Weren’t women slower to respond then men? Yet the previous night, both Shani and Anh were both primed and ready, and didn’t take much stimulation at all. In fact, I’d had to slow them down a couple of times, and seeing how I was a virginal 17-year-old male, that was highly suspect behavior. But, if they were reacting to my ‘presence’, then there wasn’t really much that I could do but grin and bear it. I figured it wouldn’t really be a problem until I finally make love with a girl without this linkage to me. Maybe Natalie wouldn’t be as bad since she has a weaker connection. I’d have to see.
In the meantime, everyone was prepared for bed. Although Natalie still appeared nervous, both Allison and Anh appeared to be calm and collected, looking like they’d been doing this with me for years. When I checked to see Cate’s reaction she responded by winking and smiling at me. I think she was getting off on the vicarious thrills I was offering her. I was essentially offering a free live sex show, with people she knew and was already friends with. I’m not sure many people would be comfortable with it, but she hadn’t asked for other accommodations yet, so I guess she was OK with it so far.
The women doffed their clothing, pulled back the bedding and Allison held the bed sheets for Natalie to enter, then did the same for me. No one seemed to be worried about their nudity, though Cate still used the bathroom to change—doing it fast so she wouldn’t miss anything. I’m sure I was wearing my best shit-eating grin as I climbed in between the two women (Allison climbing in after me). I got comfortable lying on my back, Natalie curled up on my left hand side and Allison took my right, throwing her leg over mind and grinding her crotch against my hip, leaving no doubt where her interests lay. Natalie, watching this, followed suit, not about to miss whatever was in the offing. I leaned in and kissed Natalie first, she needed it more since she was so nervous, and I was hoping she’d calm a little once things got underway. I tried to put all thoughts of my sister and Anh out of my mind for the moment.
Natalie responded to my kiss, once again seeming almost over-eager, but I figured that was because she’d been building up to this moment more than it having anything having to do with the effects of my energy. She did, in fact, relax into me as we kissed and we kept at it until she started getting more excited, and then I switched over to Allison.
“‘Bout time,” she playfully complained, as she wrapped her arms around me and settled into our kiss, quickly devouring me. I pulled back involuntarily from her sudden assault, and she followed me, leaning over me and kissing me with obvious enthusiasm. I could definitely see why she was in such demand if this was the kind of performance all her clients got with their first kisses. I’d always heard that prostitutes don’t generally kiss clients since it was a more personal, intimate exchange than simple sex, but I’m sure one of the benefits of a higher caliber hooker was that they put the extra effort into it. I’m sure if I’d met her in her professional role I’d have my wallet out and waiting already.
Allison’s hands started exploring, with her left roaming over my arm while her right caressed my chest, moving between my flexing muscles and my skimpy chest hair. Seeing Allison’s aggressive stance, Natalie tried to keep up, reaching over and running her hand along my side, trying to feel every inch along the way. My own hands were busy, but mostly trying to prevent Allison from physically climbing down my throat. She was quite a dynamo, even with a simple kiss. When we finally broke our kiss, many long moments later, we were both out of breathe.
“Wow!” she gasped, her expression seemingly surprised. “That’s the most intense kiss I’ve ever had.”
“Tell me about it,” I gasped, having difficulty catching my breath. “Was that me, or are you always that energetic when you kiss someone?”
“I’m not about to answer that, and I’ll kindly ask you not to make any assumptions of my behavior based on my previous profession,” she warned me seriously, just before she broke into a teasing smile. “You’ll just have to find out all my little secrets the old fashioned way, through your own experiences.” With that she grasped my head again, but this time she turned it so I was facing the still anxious Natalie. It seems watching the two of us had allowed her nervousness to increase again.
“Come here, sweetie,” I told her. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m here because I love you just as much as I do everyone else,” I admitted, surprising myself with how easily I could use the ‘L’ word. For some reason it didn’t seem like a giant commitment to use it, it was just an honest statement concerning how I felt about all these new women in my life. I’d have to see if I developed any feelings of ‘true love’ with any one of them once we’d gotten to know each other better, but right now the bonds we’d formed through our intense shared experiences of the last few days had managed to cement our relationship pretty effectively.
Natalie melted into my arms, sighing as we kissed. She was much less aggressive in her approach, and personally, I appreciated the difference. If nothing else it gave me a chance to recover from Allison’s forceful tack. Natalie’s technique just seemed softer, more giving. It fit her physique and general demeanor. She was little larger, fuller and more open. She shared herself, all of herself, but didn’t push it on you, you had to come and ask her for it yourself. We kissed until, once again, I felt her heartbeat and breathing growing frantic and I moved back into the arms of Allison once more.
Now that I’d experienced it and I could anticipate her approach, I wasn’t quite as taken aback when she launched herself on me. I welcomed her aggressive nature and let her manhandle me as she rolled us both over so I was over her. She was assertive in her physical lovemaking as well as in her general attitude. Yet, she was still maintaining a slow approach, despite all appearances. Her hands hadn’t ventured any further than my arms and chest, which she seemed to appreciate playing with as she caressed my almost nonexistent pecs.
Allison pulled me down into our kiss as her hand shifted from caressing my arm, and drew my hand to her breast—which was more ample than Shani’s had been. Her flaming red hair seemed to match her temperament and served as a giant warning light of what to expect from her. As my fingers traced over her areola and nipple she gasped, sucking in even more of my breath than she currently was, and she began a continually escalating moan as I proceeded to explore them with my fingertips.
Deciding we’d both had enough stimulation for the moment, I returned her physicality by rolling us both over before I broke our kiss. When I pulled back I saw a bigger shit-eating grin than the one I’d worn as she openly leered at me.
“Damn, I wish I could bottle that,” she told me. “I could make a fortune selling that much sex appeal.”
I found this switching rapidly from one woman to another, a kiss and a few caresses then shifting immediately to the other, a bit disconcerting. While it maintained a constant state of enthusiasm, it provided just enough of a disruption to keep me on an even keel, especially because I had to measure each girl’s emotional response as I went along. I couldn’t let myself simply get swept away with the novel experiences I was having. I couldn’t take that kind of direct stimulation to my ego, so I instead turned to Natalie for solace. Her soft curves and gentler approach allowed me to pretend I was still the shy young man I’d always been. When our lips met once again I could tell she’d gotten more comfortable and more enthusiastic watching Allison and me, as she latched on and gave one hell of a kiss herself. It was still nice and soft, but it was more aggressive than previously, and her hands didn’t seem quite as constrained as Allison’s had been either. They roamed over my chest, running down my abdomen and from one hip to the other. This wasn’t going to work at all. They weren’t giving me a break on the stimulation front. Deciding to control things a bit more, I rolled us over—just like Allison had done with me—until I had her under me and I broke her kiss, ignoring the disappointed groan, and fastened my lips to her nipple.
I sucked it in and reveled in its sensations and taste. As with the rest of her, her breasts were more ample than I was used to, and by used to I mean the kids in school who were like my sister, smaller in stature. As I sucked it in Natalie pressed her chest up to meet me and moaned while holding my head steady, forgetting her own explorations of my body. That’d been my intent, by focusing on her I was able to maintain my equilibrium as well as appreciate her natural beauty and enjoy what had, until so recently, been restricted from me. I worked that breast for quite a while then switched over to the next.
Natalie was certainly appreciative, giving me a virtual scalp massage she was so busy nestling my head against her. Allison wasn’t to be denied either. Her hands began roaming while the two of us were otherwise occupied. Instead of restricting herself to playing with my chest, her hands now roamed freely over my back, running over my ribs, along my spine and coming to rest on my ass, which she clasped tightly as if it was the last one remaining.
Figuring I’d better get back to her, I gave Natalie one last good suck, with a little bite to her nipple—something I’d heard was sometimes effective. Natalie gave a sudden gasp and proceeded to shake for a moment, and I wondered just what I’d done. I couldn’t believe it was what I thought it was. It just wasn’t supposed to be that easy. However, I didn’t have time to debate it.
Keeping with her more aggressive manner, Allison rolled me over and climbed atop me, spreading her legs on either side of my hips and holding me steady as she assaulted me—without waiting for me to get off of Natalie. We ended up with Allison straddling me, sucking my face, with me lying on my back, half on top of Natalie’s front. Once again, Allison was all over me. Her hand didn’t seem to want to part with my ass now that it had attained it, and her mouth was certainly no less active. I was a bit distracted, worrying about Natalie under me, but my cock was having no troubles making its presence known to either of us. Allison ground down on it, rubbing it with her slick dripping pussy. I needn’t have worried about Natalie, as I felt her hands wrap around me and clutch me to her, even as our combined weight pressed her to the bed.
Now I knew this much enthusiasm had nothing to do with me alone. These girls were both way too involved for the meager fumbling of an inexperienced lad. As I settled into my renewed kiss with Allison, she settled her gyrations on me to simply dry humping my cock as it lay trapped between us. She still managed to control herself in that she didn’t ratchet up the physical connections between us, but she put her all into the connections we currently maintained.
Figuring I’d been crushing Natalie long enough, and trying to establish a little control over the situation, I grabbed Allison’s hips and rolled us both over and off Natalie. However she wasn’t to be denied, and when she refused to let go of my chest she followed us over and ended draped over my back. In this new position, I found myself pressing against Allison’s nether regions, but my cock ended up misaligned with her vagina. I figured that was a good thing, as I was sure we’d all explode in a supernova were that to occur. Locking my lips to hers I started mauling her breasts as I returned her vigor ounce for ounce, pound for pound, as I felt myself begin to thrust unconsciously against her.
Suddenly it all came together. Allison was gasping, thrusting her chest against me, and she began moaning into my mouth as she started to tremble. That set me off and I started to spray my essence all over her stomach. Natalie, still firmly pressed against us and holding tightly to my chest, seemed to feel the various vibrations and she gasped loudly, seemingly joining us in yet another unexplainable orgasm. We all managed to thrust helplessly together for several long moments until we finally collapsed together in a wet, messy, exhausted heap. Now this is what I had been expecting. A naïve, inexperienced coupling resulting in a spontaneous explosion before anything actually occurred. However, I certainly hadn’t expected it of a couple of older, more experienced women, and certainly not from a very experienced professional in the field. Things just couldn’t get any stranger than they felt at that moment.
Now that I’d finally gotten my nut off, I felt my exhaustion overwhelming me. I vaguely remember hearing some noises from the accompanying bed, but I wasn’t sure if it was applause or excited gyrations. Maybe it was both. I was asleep in a tumbled collection of sweaty body parts before I could decide.
I awoke the next morning in a confusing tangle of limbs and hair. I couldn’t tell which were mine and which belonged somewhere else. As I tried to extricate myself, I couldn’t avoid waking my bedmates.
“Oh man,” Natalie groaned, “is it morning yet? Man, that was some night,” she yawned. “I can’t believe we did that much and got that carried away while doing so little.”
“I know what you mean,” Allison seconded her, leaning up and shielding her eyes from my supposed glare by speaking directly to Natalie. “I’ve never felt so carried away before. I just couldn’t get enough. I’ve always been the one in control, and last night I just couldn’t stop. But it seems I had MORE than enough before we ever got to anything real.”
“Speak for yourself,” Natalie complained. “What we experienced was certainly real enough for me. Any more real and I don’t think I’d be here,” she said, trying to separate herself from the rest of us in order to sit up.
I looked around and noticed Cate watching me while Anh was still fidgeting, trying to decide whether it was worth waking up or not.
“Well, hello there,” Cate announced cheerfully. “After last night, I wasn’t’ sure you were likely to be waking up any time soon.”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked, “After all that, I feel more invigorated than I have in ages,” I laughed enthusiastically.
“Yeah, and you’ve got the proverbial morning after grin to go with it,” she responded.
To show my appreciation for my current energy and good humor, I leaned over and gently kissed both Natalie and Allison to let them know I loved them each this morning. Still feeling good, I got up and kissed the others as well. Granted, the kiss I gave Cate was briefer than the others, without any tongue of course, but it was heartfelt nonetheless. I felt great and there was no denying that.
Of course, I was feeling so good I hadn’t noticed that I wasn’t wearing anything, so Cate’s reaction—one of surprise as she drew back away from me—might have been because my morning wood was staring her in the face. But once again, I was feeling too good to worry about it, and moved on to Anh, who didn’t seem to mind my happy appendage in the least.
Briefly wondering about Shani, who’d been out when we’d all essentially passed out, I finally noticed her curled up on the far edge of our bed. I guess she’d thought it too difficult to cuddle with the tangle of limbs we presented last night. I couldn’t help but grin at the thought. I had to give her a kiss good morning as well.
“I can certainly … see someone … had a good night last night,” she groaned in between yawns as she slowly came awake. It seemed both Shani and Anh were worn out, while it looked like the three of us who’d awakened in a heap were all beaming and full of energy.
“How long were you at it last night?” she asked, genuinely curious and no doubt intrigued about how amorous we’d been between our exhaustion last night and our confusing heap this morning.
“Actually we didn’t do much,” I admitted, much too energetically as my grin belied my words.
“Ha!” Cate contradicted me. “They were all over each other. The only reason they didn’t get any more carried away was that they were all so excited they exploded all over each other before Alex could find slot B to plug peg A into.”
“Yeah, it was all over and done with in just a matter of minutes,” Allison admitted sheepishly. “I feel embarrassed to be acting like a schoolgirl, getting carried away for the first time with a boy, but that’s how it felt last night.”
Shani just shook her head and made some comment about hoping they had lots of coffee downstairs. Everyone started getting up, trying to get straightened and to find their things. Cate noticed a strange bag lying by the bed and asked, “Natalie, is that your bag?”
Natalie blushed prettily before responding. “Yeah, I dropped it off after I finished work when no one was here. I used the master key I have. Of course, that’s a clear violation of the rules, but I didn’t think anyone here would complain too much,” she laughed lightly.
“No, that’s perfectly OK,” Cate assured her, feeling bad about having called her on it. “I was just surprised to see it is all.”
“So, is anyone interested in sharing a shower?” Shani asked, finally standing up and stretching, showing off her trim athletic look for all to see.
“I’m sure that Cate would be glad to join you,” I teasingly suggested. “After all, it looks like she could stand a cold one after what she was forced to witness last night.” I really couldn’t help it; it’s just so much fun embarrassing Cate because she looks so cute when she blushes.
Ignoring Cate’s look, I ignored my own statement and followed Shani into the bathroom and joined her in the shower. I was just closing the shower curtain when Anh stopped me, opening it again and climbing in beside me.
“Is that all?” I called out into the room at large.
“Yeah,” Allison responded. “We figure we’d better give you all your turn after we had ours last night.” Allison called back. I figured it would take Allison and Natalie a while to comb out their snarled hair from last night’s tangle, anyway.
It took a bit to get over comparing Anh’s lower hanging breasts and other signs of her age with Shani’s twenty-four year old attributes, but I eventually got over it and scrubbed her down just as enthusiastically—almost—as I did Shani. While I was paying particular attention to Shani’s nether region, I heard the shower door opening and turned to see my naked sister climbing in. When I looked at her askance she responded.
“Hey, you invited me—kind of anyway. I just figured that if everyone else is getting wet and having fun then I didn’t want to miss out on the fun. After all, I can’t watch unless I’m close enough to see what’s going on.” Shani and Anh both laughed nervously and I ceased my close inspection of Shani’s pubic regions, but Cate quickly ended that.
“Hey! Don’t go changing your behavior just because I got impatient,” she responded. “How am I ever going to get my vicarious thrills, unless you continue acting as my proxy?” So I resumed washing the good bits before me, less enthusiastically than before, and breasts instead of more personal bits, but it was still fun. While I was engaged with soaping her breasts over and over, Shani finally washed the pieces of dried cum from my belly. Anh apparently felt self-conscious ignoring Cate while rubbing my backside, so she turned and began helping my sister wash; which elicited a quick squawk. We all laughed at her and it soon turned into a fun, playful activity which just marginally hurried us along.
Nobody got off during our shower, though I think all of us got fairly horny from the teasing alone. As we climbed out I started drying Shani, eventually working down to her legs, kneeling before her as Allison and Natalie took our places in the shower. I detected a particular scent wafting through the air. Though we hadn’t progressed far enough in our experimentation for me to actually get a close up smell of anyone, I suddenly realized that I could smell three separate excited females. Glancing around I detected glistening lips on two of my shower mates, and Anh’s wasn’t for lack of desire as much as a lack of sufficient plumbing. Finally I decided I’d best follow through on my promise to become more forceful in our relationships, so I dried each of the females present, including dropping to my knees before and behind each. I ended up doing so before Cate as well, to which she didn’t know how to respond, fidgeting nervously.
“Cate, if you insist on showering with us, you’ve got to expect to participate in the entire ritual,” I told her.
She blushed prettily while the other girls giggled at her. Her blush reached all the way down to her breasts. It was strange seeing so much of my own sister. Previously I’d seen nothing more than a brief glimpse as someone would hurry to the bathroom at odd hours, and now here I was, rubbing her nipples with a towel covering my hands on her bare chest. I could tell from the underlying texture that she was enjoying the contact.
Part of the process was for me to subtly examine the parts of the female anatomy I’d been denied access to in the past. With each girl I got close enough to take a deep breath to familiarize myself with their scent, as well as to examine the external details of their exposed labia while fluffing their pubic hairs. It was a fascinating study, as there was such diversity between them. Shani with her dark skin had her pubic area shaved completely bald as is common with many women these days. Anh was from an earlier generation and hadn’t been involved with anyone recently, so she was sporting a full bush of wiry hair. Cate, though younger with still soft and pliant skin, wore her pubic hair trimmed for a bikini, so she represented a midpoint between the other two.
Each was patient with my little ritual, neither complaining nor covering themselves in embarrassment. Of course, it was impossible to hide my continually throbbing erection jutting out before me, often striking one of them in unexpected ways. But then Cate knew she was going to be exposed to my cock when she first entered the shower, and had expected to be seen, although perhaps not quite so personally as my patting her vagina dry, my face mere inches away from it, examining it in all its glory.
As I finished up by turning them around to rub their asses and legs dry, I loudly smacked Cate on the ass and shouted “All done,” causing her to jump.
“Not so fast, cowboy,” I heard from behind me. Turning I saw two additional wet, nude bodies who desperately needed some personal attention to their exposed moisture content. I gladly welcomed them with a new, dry towel and an eager smile.
They provided a nice contrast, both to each other and to the others who had gone before. While both Allison and Natalie had nice, round, full breasts, Allison was very slim whereas Natalie was rounded all over. Allison’s beaver was professionally trimmed, spouting a little landing strip in the full bright red color she wore on her head in an exclamation mark. I grinned up at her over it.
“I always figured it was the main attraction, so I figured it deserved the extra attention,” she responded. I smiled as I lovingly showed it my appreciation.
Natalie’s was also trimmed but not quite as neatly. I don’t think she’d really expected to be included in our activities (her overnight bag notwithstanding), so I don’t think she’d trimmed herself in anticipation. Still, I appreciated the stubbly surface, though I was looking forward to her getting a trim before I had a chance to bury my face in it. I hoped anyway, but given everyone’s attitude towards me, I didn’t think I’d have to wait too long.
I lovingly patted them dry, appreciating all the curves, angles and textures they had to offer. I even tried buffing Natalie’s quim a bit with my hand—just to improve its overall appearance, you understand. I also compared their scents while I kneeled before them, but there were so many to consider it was difficult to differentiate them. Still, I had more exposure to different women’s scents than I’d had before. I finished off as I’d done before, by loudly slapping Natalie’s ass. However, instead of yelping like Cate had, she merely wiggled it at me and rubbed her hand over the brief red mark that resulted.
Laughing as I led the girls into the main room, Shani stopped me by holding her hand again my chest as both she and Anh confronted me.
“Nothing doing, Alex,” Shani informed me, as she guided me to the bed and sat me down. “After all that close personal inspection, you’re in no condition to meet your parents.” She then kissed me, guiding my hand to her breast while Anh once more proceeded to pay attention to my waving erection. I couldn’t see what Cate was up to, but decided to temporarily ignore her and willingly surrendered to the onslaught. The other two girls were arrayed behind Anh, eagerly watching the proceedings.
I’d been dancing at the edge of burning lust and playfulness for some time by then, so the idea of some excellent head was certainly appealing. I massaged Shani’s breasts while kissing her with affection, struggling to maintain my composure until I began to thrust into Anh’s mouth. Suddenly Anh pulled off of me and stood up, leaving me flummoxed. This insult was compounded when Shani pulled away from my grasping hand. My confusion grew as Anh stepped around Shani and Shani then knelt in front of me. As Anh cuddled into me, running her hand along my chest, enthusiastically kissing me, the little light went on in my head as I realized they were switching positions, effectively double-teaming me. Shani proceeded to suck me into her mouth, her head quickly bobbing up and down.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Cate, sitting on the edge of the other bed watching us intently, pinching her nipple with one hand while the other was rubbing her thigh. This set the whole excitement level up a notch further.
I wasn’t ready to do anything kinky with my sister, but it was clear she had a certain fascination with watching the rest of us fool around, and there’s no denying that being watched just does something to you. Add the fact that it’s your sister watching you, with all the attendant taboos, and you can understand my increased ardor.
Now that I’d officially had two separate examples of fellatio techniques to compare, I could honestly judge Anh’s apparent skill at it. She was clearly quite a bit more adept at it than Shani was, though not for lack of trying. Shani kept getting too enthusiastic, trying to take me too deep too quickly, causing her to momentarily choke. However that didn’t decrease my rapid increase in excitement and I soon felt myself on the brink. Holding my breath, I grasped Shani’s head with one hand and thrust into her mouth as far as I could and held it a moment, only to feel my balls surge and the first spurt travel along my length to burst out into Shani’s suckling mouth. She quit bobbing and focused on actively trying to suck everything I was shooting, while Anh grew even more enthusiastic in her kissing and grinding herself against me. As my strength was leaving me after my orgasm, I noticed again the smell of aroused women and thought I could just barely distinguish the slight variation in smells drifting about the room. I also noticed several hands buried between various sets of thighs, though in different stages of activity. I finally collapsed back onto the bed with a contented sigh, completely spent but wearing a bigger grin than ever.
Shani quickly stood and crawled up my body to give me a big sloppy kiss. We didn’t share any semen or anything, but it was still a pretty spermy kiss, however I couldn’t deny her the kiss because of it.
“You know, you’re going to have to allow me to reciprocate sometime,” I told her around a mouthful of tongue.
“That’s fine,” she responded, pulling back to talk, “but it brings up an issue we’d like to discuss with you.” She sat up and began patiently explaining what turned out to be a well-planned rationale.
“I understand what a special thing one’s first time is. You will always remember your first time, especially with your first love, and I, no, we don’t want to take that away from you. So what I’m proposing is, as soon as you get home, we want you to go out and find a cute girl from your school to entice and begin a romance with. Until then we’ll each hold off on having intercourse, just as an incentive and so your first time will be with someone that you really love so it’ll be like your first time really should. How does that sound to you?” she asked, her voice already beginning to sound doubtful, as if she was afraid of how I’d respond if I disagreed.
“Uh, I’m not sure. It’s kind of big thing to hit me with all of a sudden,” I responded, glancing at each of the women to see whether they all agreed with it. Although several of them looked to have been surprised by it, they seemed to agree, as a couple were nodding.
“That makes sense,” Allison said. “After all, you’ve been saying how you feel that you’re being forced to grow up before you were ready for it.”
“Exactly,” Shani said, while Anh merely nodded her head behind her, though I had no idea how much of the conversation she could follow. “This will allow you to maintain at least a small amount of normalcy. You’ll be able to develop normal relationships, despite whatever else you’re forced to deal with with the rest of us.”
“I guess I’ll need to think about it a bit,” I hedged. “It makes sense. I know I’ve avoided girls like the plague at school because I didn’t really know how to respond to them, but I think you’ve gotten me past that particular problem. So I guess that shouldn’t be an issue.” I had to think about it briefly, something that was much easier to do now that I no longer had to argue with a raging erection, but I guess that had been the plan all along.
“So,” I asked, trying to address the largest elephant in the room at the moment, “does that mean I’ll never get a chance to make love with any of you?”
“Absolutely not,” Shani assured me. “I’m certain that none of us want that, and we’d certainly never force that decision on you. But this seems like the best solution I … well we, could think of to make up for what we’ve been dumping on you. If we can preserve at least a small part of your normal life, it would mean a lot to all of us.”
Glancing around again, trying to judge how everyone truly felt about it—something made difficult by everyone’s inability to meet my gaze—they were all nodding sagely. But instead of appearing frustrated by the suggestion, they all looked hopeful, as if hoping this was the best thing for me, even though I might feel conflicted about it at the moment.
“How about this,” Allison suggested, “once you’ve accomplished your first romance, if you’re still interested in us, then we’ll gladly have sex with you as much as you want.”
“Of course, we’re kind of hoping you’ll have a birthday between now and then,” Natalie laughed, showing how the age difference still bothered each of them.
“Damn, that’s a relief,” we heard from the other bed. “I’m having a hard enough time controlling myself with this level of activity. I don’t know what I’d do if you all started having orgies while I’m in here with you,” Cate informed everyone.
“Just how did you decide this?” I asked, further keeping us from certain other matters close to my head at the moment. “You said ‘we’ decided. Who’s we and how did you decide this?”
“Oh, well, it was my idea initially,” Shani explained, “but when I proposed it a few of the other girls agreed that it made sense. I was basing it on comments that Cate made that you hadn’t managed to connect with anyone else despite a few faltering attempts at it.”
“All right,” I sighed, frustrated at the promise of continued frustration in the future, but secretly relieved that they were at least attempting to avoid smothering me. “That makes sense then. I guess I can live with it.”
“Good, it ‘no nookie without cutie’ rule,” Anh said, speaking for a change in slightly broken English instead of depending on me to translate for her.
“By the way, did you and Anh discuss switching like that?” I asked, trying to focus more on the sex rather than the sex limits Shani wanted me to apply to us, referring to the smooth switchover they’d both pulled during my combined blowjob just a few minutes ago.
‘Shani requested that I let her have the next try,’ Anh answered. ‘She was anxious to have a taste of what you had to offer.’
“What the hell did she say?” Cate immediately asked, glancing between me and Anh. “Curious minds want to know, and if it’s about the sex going on around me, I’m very curious,” she added, winking at me.
“Yeah, I was curious about that as well,” Natalie said. “It looked like they’d practiced that little move.”
“She said that Shani asked for a ‘taste’ of me the next time, so once she started, she switched so she’d have her chance,” I explained, going into a little more detail than Anh had. Cate groaned from the mental images it generated in her mind, but the faraway look in her eyes revealed she was enjoying that particular virtual porn show.
“Seriously though, how do I compare to Anh?” Shani asked, sounding strangely eager to know for someone so much older and more experienced than I to be asking a virgin teenager.
“Gee, that’s putting me in a difficult position,” I groaned. “How the hell can I answer that without insulting someone? If not either of you, then either Natalie or Allison, who haven’t even had a chance yet?”
“No, I really want to know,” she protested. “I’m not fishing for compliments or anything. It’s just that I know Anh has more experience and might have techniques I don’t know about. I’m curious. After all, usually I’m too busy sucking your face to closely examine her technique.”
“I agree,” Natalie suggested, her interest in the topic clearly evident. “We’re all eager to know which techniques you like the best.”
“It’s excellent,” we were informed from across the room by Cate. “She can do stuff I’ve never seen before.”
That immediately generated my own mental images concerning just how many blowjobs my sister had either participated in, or watched, which I quickly decided I’d better drop as soon as possible. I didn’t need those kinds of images floating around inside my head.
“I agree,” Allison stated authoritatively. “She’s got a very solid technique. Granted, I’ve seen better, but I’d still rate it as excellent myself.”
“I’ll admit, from my limited experience, she’s quite amazing,” I admitted, remembering it in all its exquisite detail, as my poor dick started showing signs of recovery. “She swallows me all the way down without hesitation, while you still have a little trouble with that,” I told Shani. “Plus she’s got this little swirly motion and she licks the super sensitive underside of the head, while bobbing up and down, that drives me wild.”
Cate sat up on hearing these details, her eyes coming even more alive than they had been.
“Can you teach us how to do that?” she asked. I was hoping she meant Shani and her, as the alternative was even worse than imagining my sister practicing with a string of boys from school.
“I’m not sure…,” I hesitantly began.
“Quiet you,” she actually hissed at me. “This is between me and my mentor. You’re nothing but a handy practice dummy as far as I’m concerned.” That produced a round of laughs, even as I began dreading where this might lead.
“I agree,” Natalie added, “I’m probably less experienced than the rest of you, so we youngsters have a lot to learn, if we’re expected to, uh, hold up our end of things,” she finished with a laugh.
All this tomfoolery was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the connecting door. Everyone quickly went running, clothes flying every which way, as naked body parts flew past my eyes. I simply scratched my balls awaiting an opportunity to stand up without being trampled.
“We’re still getting ready,” Cate called out, in what can only be described as an angelic tone of voice reeking of false innocence.
“OK, we just wanted to let you know we’re ready,” replied my mother. “Actually we’re pretty hungry, so we’ll meet you downstairs. Besides, we’re not sure we’re ready for whatever scene you have going on over there, so we’ll skip interrupting you this morning, OK?”
“Sure, Mom,” Cate replied for us, ignoring the last comment.
“Sure, Mrs. W.,” Shani echoed her.
Anh contributed as well with an “OK, Winda.”
There was a massive movement of half-dressed females weaving in and out of the bathroom, so I finally had ample opportunity to stand up and dress quickly.
Thank God, I’m a guy, I reflected as I passed a comb through my hair and checked my collar and my wallet while the girls were wrestling for mirror time. When I thought I was passable, I leaned against the bathroom door and just watched the frantic activities. Five women trying to share a single bathroom mirror makes for some interesting naked gyrations.
“What?” challenged Cate, glaring at me.
“Just enjoying the half-naked, partially made up looks,” I jokingly replied.
“Hey, don’t go looking at me when I’m partially made up,” she protested, ignoring her still naked breasts she was displaying. “It’s one thing to stare at me when I’m frigging myself watching you get it on with your harem, but it’s another to watch your sister transform herself back into a human again.” Once more they all began giggling.
Soon everyone was ready and we made our way into the dining room, me with a girl—no, a woman—on each arm and a few following me as well.
“So, have you managed to recover from all your activities over the last couple of days?” asked my father when we joined them. I guessed that it was Natalie’s day off, since she’d been with us all morning instead of working.
“Yeah, I managed to get enough rest. Just,” I added as an addendum.
“So what was all that frantic activity this morning after I knocked?” my mother innocently asked. That just set the girls off to giggling and whispering, each adding more to the story they were regaling my mother with. Apparently it’s embarrassing to be caught doing something by your parents, but it’s not that embarrassing to discuss all the bloody details with them afterwards. Both my father and I tried to ignore the many pointed exclamations by hiding behind a set of menus.
“You know, Alex,” my mother told me, “I was hoping one of these girls would do something with you to help improve your mood.” When I started to protest she simply went on. “Sometimes men just need a simple orgasm to get over whatever they’ve got up their ass. You’ve been taking this whole ‘increased responsibility’ business a bit too seriously. You seem so much more relaxed now.” I wasn’t sure I liked this new relaxed attitude of my parents, and I was feeling anything but relaxed at the moment. It was nice that they trusted me, but if it meant more exchanges like this, then I had my doubts.
“I never thought I’d ever hear so many details of your sex life,” my father groaned, apparently of a similar mindset.
“Hey, I always thought it was supposed to go in the reverse order. The kids complaining about their parents getting romantic on the couch at night,” I complained.
“After your mother gets wound up by all the girl talk over breakfast each morning, she insists on recounting every detail to me at night,” my father confided to me in a confidential whisper, even though the girls were too busy talking to overhear us. “She really needs some girlfriends along to gossip with. But considering it’s about her son and all his girls, I’m not sure that’s an option either.”
“I’m not sure you can include Cate among my girls,” I protested.
“No?” he asked, looking at me levelly. “She sticks to you like glue, she defends you every chance she gets, she seems to be involved in most of your various carnal activities. How much more involved would she have to get to be included?”
“She’d have to be included, aside from just being present,” I argued, unintentionally venting some of my frustrations with having her watching me fool around with the other girls.
“That’s true,” he conceded, giving it some thought. “You want us to move her into our room?” Suddenly Cate swiveled around, halting her half-finished gossip.
“Don’t you DARE!” she hissed. “This is the only excitement I’ve had in my entire life. After all this time of being good I think I deserve a little vicarious thrill through my brother. He hasn’t touched me. Well … not seriously anyway. Besides, I want to make sure I’m there anytime they figure out another aspect of their abilities.”
“OK, OK,” my father fended her off, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just thought it might be awkward watching siblings in embarrassing situations.”
“It’s all done in the name of Science, father,” she lectured him, avoiding all the contrary evidence. “You never know, I might write a paper about it for school sometime.” My father groaned at this suggestion, but we left it alone after that and tried to ignore the embarrassing gossip while we wrestled with breakfast.
“Anyway, from the looks of all the girls, it seems like you’ve been keeping them under control,” Dad commented, trying to change the topic.
“Hey, somebody’s got to keep them too busy to cause trouble,” I offered, none too seriously.
“Looked like the kind of busy that generally results in trouble,” he challenged us, giving me a cautious look.
“Yeah, we were just discussing that,” casually stated Cate, once again revealing she was listening in to our private discussion as much as she was tracking that of the girls. I wasn’t aware of any such discussion by them, but I knew not to interrupt my sister when she got started. “By the way, Mom, I’m thinking maybe I should start on the pill.” Dad’s head jerked up, but Mom just sat there unperturbed.
“That’s nice dear,” she responded without any sign of emotion or concern.
“Is there something we should know about?” Dad asked guardedly.
“No, but with the way things have been going there’s no telling what might happen. Not that I’m planning anything,” she cautioned, “but you never know where those little spermatozoa may end up when everyone starts playing around. I just thought it’d be safer to be protected.”
“Has your brother been planting any sperm where he shouldn’t?” Dad asked pointedly.
“Oh no, Alex has been very proper, but you know what I mean. They all get to playing. If we go back to the beach again I wouldn’t be surprised to encounter a few stray fishy sperms floating around, and I’d like to avoid any repercussions of an unexpected consequence.” Despite the outrageous statements she was making to my father, both Cate and my mother were perfectly calm and were taking everything said quite seriously. Cate was a master at delivering sexy puns with a straight face.
“You realize it’ll probably be too late if you caught any of those ‘fishy sperms’,” Dad countered.
“Don’t worry, Dad, as I said, nothing’s happened yet, but given how these things happen, I figure I’d better be prepared. If nothing else, this bunch will get me so worked up, I’ll run out on the street and mount the first boy I see.” Anh laughed at Cate’s response and everyone looked at me instead of her.
“She asked, ‘The first boy you see with a big dick, or the one with all the women following him around all the time?’” I couldn’t help it; I was blushing before I even started speaking, and it only got worse as I went along and watched my parent’s fascination in what I was describing. By the time I was finished I felt like crawling under the table, only the sights down there would only produce more embarrassment on my part, I’m sure.
“Yeah, the first option sounds about right,” Cate offered in response. “The second already has too much competition. By the way, Alex,” she asked coyly, “just how big are you? For comparison purposes you understand,” she hurried to add.
Anh mumbled something I just had to respond to. “I’m nowhere near that large,” I protested.
“What was her estimate? Somehow I’d believe her over you anyway.” It was amazing what Cate could pull off as long as we were all teasing. She’d been teasing me with sexual innuendo for years now, even when we were back in middle school together.
“You know, I’m curious too. It’s been years since you’ve given me a peek at your little boners,” my Mom teased me. My mother had also gotten used to the constant teasing and could now give as well as she took, so I wasn’t as bothered by her sex based responses as I was by the unexpected mental images of family members doing unexpected things with each other that they generated.
“I’m perfectly average,” I insisted.
Everyone turned to look at Anh, who simply shook her head, leading to giggles all around.
“OK, Cate, what’s your breast size?” I challenged her. I figured if she could ask about me, then I could return the favor. We’d see how she felt about that.
“You know,” my sister insisted, “I’ve never understood the male obsession with that particular piece of information. It usually changes constantly. It changes during your period. It changes when you gain weight, it changes during pregnancy and it changes as you age. They tell women to get measured by a professional at least once a year, but most women go five or ten years without checking. Why you’d even believe anything a woman told you about her breast size is beyond me. She probably doesn’t even know.”
Geez, I never knew Cate felt so strongly about this. That was quite a little rant. But given her own chest size, she was probably a bit hypersensitive on the subject. In case I haven’t mentioned it before, Cate’s a classic A cup. Shani is probably a large C while Anh might be about a D. The other girls all fit in somewhere between. But then, I’ve always been a terrible judge of such things, never having tried them on myself.
“Guys, on the other hand,” she continued without pausing, “don’t change at all after they reach about 14 or 15 until they eventually lose it, then they get it back again with a little Viagra. The only difference between men and women is that women honestly don’t know, men just flat out lie about it,” she concluded with a little bit of hostility.
“Really,” responded my father, giving her a moment to calm down again, “just how many men have been lying to you about it lately?” The amount of blushing that overcame Cate made us all question just how personal the interest might have been. Again I flashed the mental image of her performing and/or watching multiple blowjobs.
“Anh agrees,” I added, hoping to help Cate out of her embarrassment. “She says all the men she’s ever been with have lied about it. You know the old joke about why women are so bad at math.”
“Yeah,” deadpanned Cate, “they’re told their entire lives that this,” she held her fingers four inches apart, “is 8 inches.”
“And guys always insist that this much,” I motioned two grasping handfuls, “isn’t nearly enough.” Strangely enough, they all though that was funny.
So how do you and Anh do this … translation business,” my mother asked. “Do you translate everything that’s said, or do you just explain whatever she doesn’t understand?”
“Yeah, that’s a good point,” Cate said, leaning forward. “I’ve been wondering that myself.”
“Anytime anyone says anything I think she may have trouble with, I provide a running dialog. But it’s not as tedious as you’d think, as it’s easier to think it than it is to repeat it verbally,” I explained.
They nodded and contemplated that, while the conversation momentarily stalled for a few long seconds.
“You know,” my father said, moving us away from such light fare, “I mentioned some things I think we should be discussing before anything else happens to Alex today.”
“You mean that business about Alex starting a baby making production line?” Shani giggled as I cringed at the thought. I’d been dreading this discussion since Dad had brought it up yesterday.
“Yeah, I was wondering what everyone thought about it?”
“I for one think it’s necessary,” Cate announced. “Alex may not like it, and we all need to discuss the timeframe we’re talking about, but Alex has a unique ability that I’ve never heard of anyone else having. It may not be genetic, frankly I have no idea where the hell it comes from, but we need to assume it is, and try to begin seeing if we can save and promote his genetic material.”
“You mean save, as in little jars?” Mom asked and I groaned again. The thought that my own mother was asking my sister whether she wanted to collect my sperm in a jar, in order to save my ‘essence’ for future generations, was simply too much for me to deal with.
“I mean for posterity, Mom. His abilities are simply too important to waste. His abilities aren’t earth shattering, but they are significant. He could walk out in a few minutes and get hit by a bus. We can’t lose his unique abilities because we weren’t prepared.”
“Can I volunteer to collect the samples?” Allison happily volunteered, leading to more laughter.
“I’m also assuming you think he should begin producing babies as soon as possible?” my father asked Cate, sounding like he didn’t like this idea any more than I did.
“Well, if we at least save his sperm it wouldn’t be essential, but the sooner he gets started the better,” Cate replied, speaking as if we were discussing collecting coupons that had expiration dates. “If his abilities can be passed on, we need to know, as well as what limitations might apply. We might need a mix of genes to produce the results that produced those abilities. It’ll take some experimentation to see if we can duplicate Alex’s abilities in any potential children.”
I simply buried my head in my hands again, feeling my cheeks burning over listening to my future as a father being discussed so cavalierly, and without any input from me. The girls decided to avoid chipping in, afraid it would sound self-serving.
“OK, how about this: I can tell Alex is hating this whole discussion, and isn’t likely to be too happy to begin, how about if we simply try to save some of his sperm and then we’ll plan any future offspring when everyone’s a little more relaxed about it, OK?” Dad offered.
“I’d be happy with that,” Cate said.
“I think I’d be happy to begin the implantation process,” Patricia laughed, feeling free to tease again now that the topic had apparently been settled.
“Really, and interrupt your music career?” Dad asked.
“Well, I figure we could practice for a while before we decide we’re ready to produce any results,” she corrected herself.
“Mmm, magical psychic grandbabies, just what a mother likes to hear,” Mom teased.
“Speaking of adaptation,” my father began, addressing me and changing the topic, “you’re managing to adapt to these things pretty well. Before this week, I’d swear if a girl winked at you you’d have melted into the pavement. Now you’ve not only accepted four or five virtual strangers moving in with you, but you’re actually openly discussing having kids.”
“I don’t think I’m ready to handle kids yet, Dad. Discussing the theoretical need to preserve my particular traits is one thing, but there’s a big difference between theoretical and practical.”
“Tell me about it,” complained Cate, “so far all my sexual experiences have been theoretical, both vicarious and otherwise.” I immediately had renewed visions of Cate getting familiar with a variety of stranger’s cocks as I considered whether this was a pretext to throw Dad off the scent, or whether she meant it. She certainly sounded like she’d had some personal experiences.
“And we’d all like to keep it that way, dear,” added my Father, to which Mom just harrumphed. I wasn’t quite sure how to interpret that one either.
“So when am I going to get these magical psychic grandbabies you’ve been promising me,” teased my mother.
“We’re trying to work him up to it, Mrs. W.,” offered Shani.
“Hey, ladies, too much personal information in a semi-public space,” I warned ominously.
“What’s with this ‘Mrs. W.’, stuff? Can’t you just call me by my name? You make me sound like Barbara Bush with that.”
“I don’t know, I was just testing it out,” Shani hesitantly replied. “I’m still not sure what to call you. I’m only officially your kids’ friend, and I’m not a girlfriend, so I really can’t start calling you Mom. Calling you Linda might make it awkward for Alex and Cate. Guess I’ll keep fishing for a good moniker for you.”
“You do that, Shani. But try to work ‘red hot’ and ‘sexy’ into it if you could,” my mother replied with a little sashay of her hips and a smile on her lips.
“Sure think, Linda,” Anh replied, trying out her variant on things to call my mother.
“So, besides picking up more harem members, was there anything else we want to try to see before we have to leave?” my father asked.
“So, are we now officially a harem?” asked Shani, with a good-natured grin.
“I think you passed that stage a while ago,” Cate replied. “I think more than two constitutes a harem. Alex passed that on Sunday.”
So, once again, we held a little confab about our plans for the day. Usually the girls allowed us to plan our little touristy things, but today Allison spoke up and told me she wanted to show me her apartment and a little of her slice of life. She then nervously told me she’d appreciate it if I would be there for her when she called each of her clients to tell them she was retiring from the business. I tried to suppress my involuntary groan, but I’m not too sure how successful I was. I knew this was important to her, so I figured I needed to be there for her.
After we’d settled that, Shani nervously mentioned that she’d appreciate it if I could come with her to meet her family sometime, as she really needed to tell them something, and, of course, she’d appreciate me being there when she told them. I again agreed but was hesitant myself, envisioning a repeat of my experience with Anh’s family. Still, it needed to be done so I’d have to do it. It was pretty much a no-brainer. I then looked around at everyone else, but no one else had any desire for me to visit their families, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Well, since you have such busy plans today, I guess we should occupy ourselves?” Dad asked.
“Yeah,” I sighed again, “I guess so.”
“And just who is ‘we,’ Kemosabe?” Cate asked. “I plan on going with Alex, and I expect most if not all of his girls will, too.”
My father just shrugged. “Que sera, sera,” he replied simply before turning to Mom. “Feel like playing some Craps today?” he asked, pretending we weren’t listening any more.
“OK,” I said, just to iron everything out. “Who’s coming with and who’s not?”
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