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June 23, 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
I got a text from Mom: “22nd, Y.”
That’s when I noted the time. Shit! Though I usually don’t sleep late, I didn’t wake until nearly 9. I’ve got to get to practice. I called Rhee to tell her that I was running late and that I would meet her at practice. It didn’t help that I’d started my period overnight and had to deal with that. I then jumped in the shower – shower cap on, did a sketchy wash, and jumped back out. I donned practice clothes, grabbed my soccer bag, rushed downstairs, prepared and ate a couple pieces of toast with mango-peach preserves (mmm!), and locked the door behind me at 9:20.
As I was walking, briskly, very briskly, to the practice pitch, I got a call from Coach. She was stuck in traffic behind an accident and she told me that she’d be late but didn’t know how late. Okay, a bit of a breather, but now I’m in charge of practice. So, not a breather at all.
When I got to the field, I called out, “Gather ‘round.” After the team coagulated into a knot around me, I continued. “Coach is stuck behind an accident; she’ll be late. We’ll start with the usual; perhaps she’ll be here by the time that we’re done with the run. Please, everyone, stretch well. Our current star, Gracey, will lead calisthenics.”
When Gracey moaned, I reminded her that no good deed goes unpunished.
After stretching and the three laps around the pitch, Coach still hadn’t arrived, so I got the team doing the offense-on-defense passing drills/practice, though I introduced a bit of a twist. The starting front line was helped by the backup midfielders and went against the backup fullbacks in one half of the field, while the starting fullbacks defended against the backup forwards and starting midfielders in the other half.
I had just switched things up, pitting the starting offense against the starting defense, when Coach arrived. She called me over, getting one of the backup midfielders to fill my slot. She asked and I gave her the skinny on what we had done. She let them play on while we talked about what we thought that we needed to do to prepare for Central next week. As that team had no particular star, but a very strong defense, we discussed a number of options. We ended our talk and she then whistled the team to midfield.
“Thanks, Beth, for filling in. As per usual with auto accidents, it looked like someone did something stupid, thus causing a lot of others to have to waste quite a bit of time sitting in traffic. Please remember that when you get your licenses.
“Beth and I have come up with something of a plan for Central. As you probably know, their one particular strength is their back line. Yes, they played GV right after Sanderson’s return from her hand injury, but they possibly are good enough to have shut out Charlize without that advantage. And though they currently have a losing record, they have allowed fewer goals than any other team in the league.
“As I’m comfortable with the strength of our back line, particularly with our newest superstar on the right...” and she paused to let that barb strike home and quickly looked at Gracey.
We all did. I grinned maniacally. Gracey just shook her head. Coach continued.
“We thought that it might be worth trying to double up on offense. Beth suggested that we run two sweepers and suggested someone for that second slot. Padme, you have been elected. There were only two ‘yea’ votes, but there were no “nay” votes.” She got the expected snicker. “Beth pointed out that you had done an excellent job at, well, her job with the backup offense on the offense-on-defense drills.
“So, we’ll spend the rest of practice today figuring out how to run two sweepers. Then ... oh, can all of you make a practice on Sunday afternoon?”
There was a bit of consternation and some low muttering, but only Ann couldn’t make it.
“That’s fine, Ann. You aren’t the most critical person to miss on this. Actually, that will give me a chance to see how Gracey can do in the middle. And, Lana, that doesn’t mean anything bad for you. In fact, I’ll put you on the right with her. Feel free to offer her suggestions and advice on playing middle. And, Gracey, do the same with Lana about the right.
“So, we’ll start Sunday at 1:30 at the alternate field, just in case someone on Central scouts our Monday practice. Then, on Monday, when we probably will be scouted, we’ll do lots of simple ball-handling practice.
“So, Padme, which sweeper position do you want, right or left?”
After practice, Rhee and I walked to her house, as I had offered to help her with her chores. Besides, our ground-floor front windows are getting replaced today, so hanging out at Rhee’s is better than dealing with the disruption at my house. As we walked in the house, Rhee said that there was little sense in showering now, only to get sweaty doing various chores. We got the laundry done, including the throw and the blanket that we ... leaked on this week, with lunch fitted in there. Then we did some garden drudgery ... you know, weeding.
We hit the shower around 2 pm and spent a goodly amount of time there conducting experiments on what each of us liked the other to do; we did not find too much that neither of us liked. We both got to cum, but they weren’t earth-shattering orgasms. That might have been partly due to running out of hot water at the denouement. Oops.
I decided to head on home after our shower hanky-panky, as I suspect that Mom ... er ... Supplicant will want to talk about last night. Oh, I almost forgot: We also discussed tomorrow night’s get-together at our house. Rhee’s still nervous, but excited.
When I got home, the workmen and one workwoman – good on her – were just cleaning up, and they departed about 45 minutes later.
[Added June 24]
I was lounging in my room watching FC Barcelona videos, looking for more hints on how they anticipate, when Mom got home. A while later, I heard her start up the stairs. I stopped the current video and put my laptop on my desk.
“Hi, Mom” I said as she stopped at my door. “Come on in.”
“Hello, Mistress.”
I thought that she’d move us to this relationship, given the presumed topic of discussion, but I did not think that she’d lead with it.
“What is on your mind, Supplicant?”
“Mistress, you had said that I should let Mistress know about significant sexual events, I came to tell you that I very much enjoyed Beth watching last night. It was...”
Whoa! I quickly held up my hand in the ‘Stop’ indicator; she closed her mouth. She has altered the game, changing references to me from 2nd person to 3rd. What does she see as the distinction? Oh! She is at least somewhat concerned about telling me that she likes me being involved, however tangentially, with the sex play between Dad and her, but she still wants me to know. So, since she is supposed to do as I say, sexually, she is released from that concern by telling Mistress. As my mental problem-solving came to an end, I gave her the ‘continue’ indication.
“Mistress, last night was spectacular and I wanted to thank you for your efforts and for making me exhibit myself like that. It is ... sexually exhilarating.”
“Yes, Supplicant. You had indicated that you liked being ‘forced’ to be exhibitionistic. While my desires come first, I am happy to accommodate your desires when possible. Recall that I strongly suggested that your sexual relations with Charlie should utilize more of the house, regardless of audience.”
“Yes, Mistress. Do you require further of me?”
“No, Supplicant.”
Mom then wrapped me in a ferocious hug. I hugged her back.
“You know, Mom, Rhee is nervous, but excited, by tonight.”
“I’m not surprised. Your father is, too, but I expect that everything will work out fine. I’m going to start working on dinner.”
“I’ll come help. Just let me don my helping-in-the-kitchen outfit.” I paused a second, then said, “Okay, I’m ready.”
Mom chuckled. “This new policy does save a bit of time, doesn’t it?”
I hugged Mom again.
Mom and I banged pots and pans together for an hour-and-a-half, completing work on all but the very-last-minute tasks. I had set up with Rhee that they would come earlier than Mom told me that they would arrive and that she would text me when they were almost here. Just as I hung up my apron, my phone, perched on the table, buzzed. I checked it; they’re here. My plan is working.
I charged to the front door and opened it partway, peeking through the gap. Carol and Rhee were just getting out of their car, each carrying a bag. I could see that they each wore a button-down, short-sleeved top and a skirt. As they reached the porch, I opened the door wider and welcomed them in. Once I closed the door, I hugged each of them and yelled out, “Mom! They’re here.”
Rhee pulled two hangers out of the bag that she carried in and asked, “Where should we hang our clothes?”
Hmm. Somehow, I hadn’t thought of that need. I cogitated briefly and replied, “We can hang them in my room.”
Rhee handed me the hangers and began unbuttoning her top; Carol followed suit. Just then, Mom came in the room, walking straight to Carol, and hugged her.
“Thanks for coming, you two,” and she nodded at Rhee. “While I know that this will be a bit nerve-racking for all, though maybe not for Beth, I think that it will all work out,” echoing her words to me from earlier. “When Charlie and I were discussing the possibility of going clothing-optional, the biggest sticking point was you guys. It was easy to decide that clothing was not optional for “company,” but you guys are more like family, particularly with how much Rhee is rattling around here. So, once we had the full-scale family discussion, Beth suggested that we simply ask you your preference. I understand that there might be some nervousness tonight and, probably, for the next few such visits. But Beth says that when she’s in your clothing-optional house, there aren’t problems. At least, so far.”
Carol came back with, “True, but it is a bit different there, being girls only.”
Mom chuckled. “Yes, but so far with only Beth being the real difference in our house’s nudity option, Charlie hasn’t drooled excessively or freaked out. In fact, we had a lovely evening earlier this week playing games as a family. A nude family, but most of the time that facet did not seem obvious.”
“Yes, Beth said the same thing. In fact, she said something like ‘it was really nice.’ And, given how nice Charlie has always been, I cannot imagine that he would cause any problems. I’m more worried about my daughter becoming vacant-eyed and drooling.”
“Mo-ommm!”
We chuckled. While Carol and Mom were talking, Rhee had divested her body of clothing, which was restricted to the top and the skirt that I had seen while peeking through the cracked door.
“What, no undies,” I asked Rhee, tongue in cheek.
“They seemed superfluous for the evening,” she riposted.
I grinned and took the hanger hosting both skirt and top and looked to Carol, who had not gotten past the unbuttoned-top stage.
“Come on, Carol, get a move on,” and I grinned at her.
She quickly slipped out of the top and then slithered out of the skirt, hanging both items on the hanger in her hands. She handed it to me, and I bolted up the stairs and hung both hangers in my closet and bolted back down the stairs. I followed the sounds of talking to the kitchen where Mom appeared to be getting drinks for all.
I walked in and said to Mom, “Sorry, but I asked them to come over a little early, as I thought that it might be better for them to not have to strip in Dad’s presence. I know that the actual removal of clothes might be more nerve-wracking than the actual nudity, so figured to lessen that problem. It also might be easier on Dad this way.”
Mom cocked her head as she sometimes does when contemplating things in a conversation, then nodded her head.
“Good thinking, Beth.”
Carol piped up with, “I agree. Beth continually surprises me with how thoughtful she is, how she seems to consider potential for problems in the future of current or soon-to-be-current actions.”
I colored a bit, and stumbled on getting out, “Thanks, Carol.”
Rhee then piped in, “Yeah, that’s why she’s the team captain. You should have seen her this morning. Five minutes before practice started, Coach called her and told her that she’d be late. Beth didn’t seem to even flinch, just told us what to do. Then, when Coach arrived, she huddled with Beth and, from what I infer from Coach’s words, suggested a plan of action for our game with Central, a team that is very different from the team that we just played, Grass Valley.”
“How come I didn’t get notice that it was embarrass-Beth-evening,” I complained.
“Duh. You wouldn’t have come if we’d given you fair warning,” shot Rhee.
Mom and Carol chuckled.
At that point, the automatic garage door activated; the butterflies in my stomach quickly awoke. Less than a minute later, Dad yelled out, “I’m home.”
“Kitchen,” yelled my mom.
Dad’s voice preceded him through the kitchen entrance, “It smells wonderful. When will...”
His voice died as he saw that Carol and Rhee were already here, which was almost certainly what he had started to ask. He stood dumbfounded for a very brief time, then plastered an odd smile on his face.
“Wow. My kitchen is full of beautiful women ... beautiful naked women. Welcome, all.”
Mom went over and hugged him, gave him a peck on the lips, and said, “Welcome home, honey. But, don’t expect this sight every time that you come home.”
I followed Mom in hugging my dad, “Hi, Dad.”
I was releasing Dad when I felt someone’s presence at my elbow. I was surprised when I turned and saw Rhee, who cut in front of me, hugged my dad.
“Hi, Surrogate Dad. How was work?”
Dad looked at first like he didn’t know where to put his hands, but, eventually, he wrapped his arms around her.
“Hey, Brat. Who invited you?” He continued, “And when did you get so tall? And so beautiful?”
I was watching Rhee carefully, for this meeting had concerned me. I thought it was going quite well, but her eyes started leaking.
“Oh, Surr ... no,” she blubbered, “just Dad. Thanks for ... I don’t know ... everything. I never did thank you for taking care of me, you know, back then.”
Dad kissed the top of her head and hugged her more tightly. “Rhee, baby, you are always welcome here. You ... and your mom ... are family. So, I guess, welcome home.”
Rhee snuggled further into his embrace, eventually wiping her eyes on his sleeve. “Sorry, I got your shirt wet.”
“Don’t fret,” he responded. “From what I understand, I’ll be taking it off shortly, anyway.”
Rhee both chuckled and blubbered at that. She eventually got herself together, reached her head up, kissed him on the cheek, and disengaged.
Dad then looked up at Carol, saying, “So, if she’s my daughter, then I’m not sure what that makes you, as I already have a wife and I understand that the government frowns on having more than one of those at a time.”
Carol replied with a big grin, “Obviously, that must mean that I’m your piece on the side,” and chuckled.
“Wow. I must be one lucky guy.”
He then enveloped her and bussed her on the top of the head.
“Welcome home, Carol.”
Carol seemed to squeeze Dad even tighter, released him and said, “Thanks, Charlie. Oh. Rhee, please get what we brought.”
Rhee quickly returned with a largish box and set it on the kitchen island by her mom. Carol reached into the box and pulled out a wine bottle, then handed it to Charlie. “For this evening.”
Dad took the bottle, looked at the label, “I’ve heard of this, but we haven’t tried it, yet. Have you?”
As Carol was reaching back into the box, she replied, “No, but I’ve heard good things about it, so I’m hopeful.” She then pulled out a huge bottle of – oh, goody! – Bailey’s and handed it to Dad. “I understand that at least some of the residents here like this somewhat.”
Mom chuckled and sent a shot across my bow, “Ah, yes. I think that we’ll probably have to put that behind a lock, somewhere. That or keep chocolate milk out of the house,” and then arched her eyes at me.
“Mo-ommm.”
Mom then looked at Dad, saying, “Dinner is ready whenever you are.”
“Ah,” he responded, “I guess that means that I should get dressed ... er, undressed for dinner. I’ll be out shortly.”
Dad then reversed his course and disappeared down the hall.
I sidled up to Rhee and whispered, “How do you feel?”
She looked at me, opened her mouth, closed it, then got out, also in a whisper, “Your room?”
“Mom,” I said in normal voice, “we’ll be back down in a few minutes,” and Rhee and I hustled to my room.
Once my room door was closed behind us, Rhee said intensely, “Oh, my god. I felt his ... uh ... cock on my belly. It seemed very ... hard. At least, at first. What do you think that it meant when it seemed to get less hard?”
“What do I know about cocks? But I’d guess that your crying and the tenderness might have something to do with it. He is very protective of family, and since you’re family...”
She screwed up her face into a thinking mien, nodded slowly, and said, “Maybe. I hope so.”
“You want to keep the fantasy alive that you might be able to ... have him, some day,” I semi-queried.
“Well, I certainly do not want him to be turned off by me.”
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