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July 21, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written July 22]

I turned to Rhee, who was looking intently at me. She searched my eyes, my face for I’m not sure what. She pulled me in with her left arm and whispered in my ear.

“You are amazing. I wouldn’t ... I didn’t think of that, in my haze of thinking about Dad and me, what might happen. You are the best. I love you.”

She released me, and I looked across the end of the coffee table at the adults, particularly at Dad. He was the make-or-break part of this, the one that I considered to have the highest chance of objecting and bringing the game to a halt before it begins. I considered that chance to be quite high, high enough that I was already trying to soothe my disappointment in the game not only not being played tonight, but the game never again being played. That would be nearly a crushing disappointment, because I believed that getting Dad to be my first male lover was entirely dependent upon at least one, and probably two, more instances of playing this Truth or Dare game.

While I was looking in Dad’s eyes, he was looking in mine. He was looking at me like Rhee was just looking at me. He was searching for something and I wasn’t sure what that was. Was it confidence in my, well Rhee’s and my, just-stated assertions about our interest in “fooling around with Dad?” Was it looking for the answer to the legal question that I had blatantly exposed?

I didn’t know for what he searched, so I didn’t know for what to hope that he’d find, and as time continued to pass, I got more-and-more anxious, more-and-more certain that he was going to pull the plug on my long-held dream, inchoate as it was on inception, more-defined as I matured, to make love with my dad. My wonderful, loving, handsome dad.

I could see the moment that he found his answer. The tell was of brief duration and nearly non-physical. The set of his eyes, his mouth changed in only minuscule fashions, but they were enough for me. Hope roared back into my heart.

“Beth,” he said, “it seems that I am forever to be surprised by and impressed with you. While you answered the question that I asked, and answered it well, you also answered the question that I didn’t ask, the one that I was scared to vocalize. You were correct to be concerned about my reaction, about the legal complications of things that might occur tonight or any other night that we, as a family, might play the game.

“I know full well the illegality of those possible actions, even of the actions already taken, and the penalties associated with that illegality are grim. Now is the time to bare my soul, as you and Rhee have just bared yours.

“I believe that each us is indelibly marked by our first sexual experiences that involve a second person. Sometimes, those experiences involve the person directly, some as unanticipated observations of another person or other people.

“My first sexual experience with another person occurred when I was nearly 14. She was barely 15. To this day, I don’t know why it happened. Whatever the whys, one day, a neighborhood friend with whom I’d played for years, pushed our relationship in a different direction. We didn’t have intercourse, but that afternoon has stayed with me through life as a cherished, but bittersweet memory, one that was not repeated. An event in which I learned so much yet wanted to learn so much more.

“The point of this admission is that, since then, I have never stopped considering girls, post-pubescent girls, to be of sexual interest. Were I less interested in them, well, I don’t know where we’d be. That interest was the only cause of my concern about having children. What would I do if Sandy and I had a girl? What if she were really cute? Would I be able to control my urges, urges that I’d easily managed up to that point?

“Sandy knows this story, all the details, though those have become a bit dreamlike to me with the passage of time. She told me then, and convinced me that she was right, that I would not do ... not knowingly hurt any child of mine, presaging Rhee’s earlier comments. She even said that she knew that I didn’t have it in me to hurt any child of mine, and I quote, ‘even if she’s very pretty and a spitting image of me.’ Of course, that’s exactly what we got.

“Now, here you two sit, two young women that are very different in appearance and temperament, but both striking examples of the attractiveness, the promise, of post-pubescent girls. I have been entirely truthful in the past few days about clothing and attractive girls. While I love you as my daughters, I do, occasionally, entertain impure thoughts of you.

“I have apologized to both of you on multiple occasions after the instigation of the clothing-optional policy here. I apologized because I was a bit upset at being physically excited in your presence, explaining that I didn’t have any real control over that reaction. I don’t, but it doesn’t help that you’re both so damned sexy. And this clothing just makes it worse.

“Since the women on the couch seem to want this, and since you two have said explicitly that you want this, and since I don’t have enough concern over where this might go to overcome my desire, what say that we listen to Carol’s new ideas.”

We didn’t plan it, but Rhee and I and both leapt from the love seat, vaulted the coffee table, smothered Dad in a two-girl hug, and peppered his face with kisses.

Perhaps 45 seconds later, Dad said, “All right. All right. You’re happy. Go park your butts over there so that we can hear the game idea.”

I let Rhee go over the table first, so I looked down. Dad’s cock was causing a huge lump in his boxers, a lump that I’m pretty sure was not there during the serious discussion. His boxers were tight enough and thin enough that I could discern the differentiation of the head from the shaft.

As I crossed over the table, Rhee was waiting for my eyes. She shifted them to the love seat, then back to me. I nodded. Each of us got on her respective end of the seat and we moved it to sit across the table from the couch, as we did during the sleepover.

“Ah,” Carol said, “that will make it better. But that raises a question.”

As we seated ourselves, we looked a question at her.

“Of course, it does. Do you two frequently have silent discussions that you both understand with certainty? I ask because that little decision to move the love seat, though I couldn’t see your faces, looked like many such discussions without words that I’ve seen Charlie and Sandy have.”

I felt myself get a little flushed, but looked at Carol and said, “What can I say? We’ve been good friends for so long that I think that we’ve developed an extra communication channel. Of course, just last weekend during the sleepover, we moved the love seat here to enable better communication of the five of us. The love seat’s position there is for maximizing sight of the TV. Last weekend, we were having a, well, we were trying to get Heather more incorporated into the Gang, so moving the love seat seemed a no-brainer. Last weekend’s experience made this discussion obvious, one not requiring words.”

There was chuckling.

“First, I wanted to rename the game. Though a subtle difference, we treat the ‘dares’ more as ‘commands,’ so I have started thinking of the game as ‘Truth or Command,’ ToC for short. My new thoughts on ToC are due, as I said, to an attempt to assuage Charlie’s concern over the sexuality of ToC. Charlie, I came up with these new parameters before tonight, obviously, and, by agreeing to play the game now, you have agreed, in a de facto way, to alter your relationships with our daughters to include a larger sexual component. Certainly, we could make rules to restrict the sexuality of the game, but I think that each of us is most interested in the game specifically for the thrill of the sexual component. I will admit to that being my primary interest in proposing the game last time, and I was happy with its outcome.

“While I’m sure that you’ve considered this, I want to give you another chance to change your mind. If we play tonight, even with the rule changes that I propose, the sexual component will certainly be larger, and probably more explicit, than last time. Because I consider Rhee and Beth to be de facto adults – certainly they behave more like adults than young teenagers, I have only very minor qualms with their being watchers of, perhaps participants in, very sexual activities. I was somewhat sexually active about at the age they are, and you have just told us that you were younger for your first experience. I will also say that were you any other man I’ve ever known well, I would never have suggested playing the game with our daughters. So, knowing that a more-than-minor sexual aspect will be added to those relationships, probably tonight, certainly eventually, are you still willing to play?”

“Yes, Carol, I’ve considered that. I still have qualms, but I have to admit to a fairly strong sexual attraction to both of them, as I implied earlier. Like you mentioned, the only reason that I’m willing to allow this to happen is our daughters’ extraordinary maturity. While I miss some aspects of my daughter being more reliant on me, I would not at all trade her independence for what we might term typical young teenage-girl behavior. I am very proud of both of them in that vein. So, I will permit my sexual interest in both of them to be the deciding factor, as I firmly believe that they can handle a sexual relationship, at least up to some point.”

My stomach’s butterflies went cavorting then, while my crotch started tingling on a massive scale. YES! Dad wants us! My hopes for the future are alive and well!

“Thank you, Charlie. This should be interesting. I tried to find a way to slow things down a little in ToC, but it’s still a game of chance, so, even with the new rules, we could wind up having lots of sexy commands, or lots of questions looking for truth. My idea required more roll options, so I got this 12-sided die, a dodecahedron, to double the number of options. Two six-sided dice was not the solution, as there’s a reason that seven is the number you want to throw in craps.

“I see we’re all sitting in the same order as in the previous game, which should make it easier on us. The first five numbers, 1-5, indicate the person that is the answerer, just like last time. This time, however, those numbers indicate that the questioner must ask a question, no commands allowed. The next five numbers, 6-10, indicate the same people in the same order, but the questioner must give the answerer a command, no questions allowed. Number 11 will be something like 6 last time, in which we each have a vote as to who the answerer is, majority rules. However, 11 is for commands, only. Number 12 is a wildcard, and it is a wildcard in all respects. Other than all components of a command having to take place inside the house in which we’re playing, or in the Devlin back yard if we’re playing in the Devlin house, there are no limits. Not in who can be involved or how many can be involved. There are no time limits. Also, if the questioner chooses to ask a question, he or she can ask it of any or all of the other players, though cannot ask different questions of different players.

“I here clarify a parameter of commands. For commands engendered by die numbers 6-11, the command involves only the questioner and the answerer. It does not involve a third person. We got a bit off the rails last time.”

“Another slight change that I made for Charlie is increasing the number of passes per person per game to three. There is no shame in using them, so please use them if you are particularly nervous about a particular question or command. You, Charlie, in particular, should use a pass if you’re truly uncomfortable. It’s certainly not the end of the world if you use three passes and have to go sit in a corner when you want to use a fourth.”

There was much chuckling.

“I also have a change in the progression of turns.”

I interrupted. “It’s the multi-turn tasks, right?”

Carol gave me a surprised look.

“I don’t remember how it came about, but I was thinking about this ... umm ... almost two weeks ago. I thought that it didn’t work as well to have the next questioner be the answerer when the answerer was tasked with a multi-turn action. I’ll be curious to hear what your alternative is.”

“You’ve been thinking about this game?”

“Oh, yeah. The night of the last game was one of my favorite nights ever.”

I had quickly become pink while I was saying that, but I knew that I would, so just ignored it. I’ve learned many things from Heather.

“O-kay. My decision was to go in sequential order, clockwise.”

“That was exactly my solution. We can still run into the problem, but it should happen less frequently.”

“The last new rule, so to speak, is that the daughter whose genetic family is not the owner of the house in which the game is being played is the one to roll to see who goes first. For that roll, both numbers 11 and 12 are voting numbers.

“So, that’s it. I’m happy that everyone has agreed to play, especially Charlie. I want to make it perfectly clear, Charlie, that I understand your concerns and would not have thought badly of you had you made a different decision. I love you and I would not wish our friendship to be strained because you had insurmountable concerns over something that I wanted.

“I also have two requests. The first is that we play again sometime after tonight. We certainly need not play every time we get together, but if we could manage once a month, I’d be very happy. That request comes with a delicate question. Because our periods could put something of a damper on the game, just so we all know and could plan ahead, my next period should start in the middle of next week. Might I ask about the other three?”

Rhee piped up first. “Beth and I should start soon, possibly tomorrow. We’re usually within a day of each other.”

“I’m due late next week,” Mom said.

“That’s all of us in just a week or so. That’s handy, as it leaves lots of room for ToC. My second request, one that I’ve only just formulated, is that ToC always start clothed, as we are tonight. I would prefer that we adopt a rule that clothing for ToC should be ... uh ... provocative. Does anyone have objection to that request?”

I jumped in immediately. “I don’t have an objection, but it looks like I’ll have to go shopping, as this is the entirety of my provocative clothing.”

“Ooooh,” Mom said, “that could be fun. We should make a family outing of it.”

“Great idea, Mom,” Rhee exclaimed. “I’m in!”

I had a brainstorm, so voiced it. “Mom, I think that Dad should not go on the girls’ trip so that we can surprise him with our new, sexy outfits.” There was general acclamation to that suggestion. “I also think that if Dad’s outfit next time is lame, then we’ll have to do the shopping for him, and you can surprise him with his next ToC outfit.”

“Great idea, Beth,” Mom said. “We’ll do just that.” She turned to Dad and said, “So, dear, if you don’t want us getting outfits for you, you’d better come up with something exciting next time.”

“So, Rhee,” Dad said, “care to roll the dodecahedron?”

Rhee picked up the die, but asked, “Who wants to be timekeeper, or, at least, provide a phone or other implement for the task?”

I bopped to the kitchen and grabbed a timer and returned with it.

Rhee rolled a 10, so I start, and rolled a 7. I thought for a second, then put both my heels on the coffee table.

“Hey, Charlie, spend the next three minutes giving me a foot rub on both my feet.”

Wow! That was much more enjoyable than I thought it’d be.

Carol rolled a 2.

“Charlie, what do you consider to be Heather’s sexiest feature?”

“That’s a no-brainer ... her mind.”

Dad threw an 11. The votes were split two for Mom, 2 for Rhee, and one for me. Mom’s was the single vote for me, so we asked her to vote for either herself or for Rhee. She chose the latter.

“Rhee, come sit in my lap facing away from me while I hold you for one minute.”

She looked at me and grinned, then parked herself in Dad’s lap as directed. After the timer dinged, she returned to her seat.

Mom rolled a 1.

“Carol, at what age did you first have sexual intercourse with a male?”

Carol’s face heated a bit. “Almost 15,” she said.

I’ve never known much about Carol’s younger days, but her answer still surprised me a bit.

Rhee rolled a 3.

“Sandy, when you were a girl, did you ever do anything sexual with another girl?”

Mom glanced briefly at me, then returned her gaze to Rhee. “Yes.”

I grabbed the die and rolled. My eyes flew open when it came to a stop on 12. Oh, my. Who knows if I’ll get another 12 tonight, so I’ve got to take advantage of this one.

“Charlie, starting with Carol and moving clockwise, kiss each player ... like you mean it – for one minute. You may choose for each player whether to kiss standing up, kiss with the other player sitting in or straddling your lap at her seating position, or kiss lying on the other person on the floor within sight of all players.”

Dad looked at me, then slowly blinked his eyes and shook his head. Then he stood up and, facing Carol, asked her to stand. As his side was facing me, I could see that his cock was more than a little hard. Once Carol was standing, he sat in her place, patted his lap, and said, “Park your tush right here, babe.”

Carol eagerly did as requested sitting across his lap facing Mom. I set the timer and said, “Go.”

The two of them got into it rapidly. There was obvious tongue action and some moaning. I was so lost in their kiss and my pussy’s zinging that I jumped in surprise when the timer went off.

“Thank you, Carol, that was hot. I’d like to stay, but I’ve got another date.”

Carol exclaimed, “Rotten two-timer,” but nearly giggled as she stood up.

Dad stood, stepped over to Mom and held his hand out. “May I have this dance?”

She put her hand in his and, as she stood, said, “You may.”

Once she was standing, Dad sat in her place and said, “Straddle me, lover.”

She did as requested. I started the timer and told them to go ahead. By the time the timer dinged, Dad had his hands on Mom’s ass and had pulled her pelvis tight to his. Mom slowly dismounted. I could see that Dad’s cock was fully erect in his boxers.

As he stood, he said, “As always, my dear, it was wonderful being with you. However, another engagement awaits.”

“Rounder! Cad!”

Then it was Rhee’s turn. Dad sat in her place and had her sit across his lap. Rhee chose to face me on his lap and held nothing back. Her right hand snaked inside his open shirt and around to his back. I moved a little closer to them to watch the interaction of their mouths. I could see their tongues moving from one mouth to the other. At one point, he sucked on her tongue; she returned the favor shortly thereafter. Her chest was heaving after the timer rang.

Upon standing again, Dad said to Rhee, “Darling Rhee, you are delightful, your tongue tasty. Unfortunately, I cannot stay, as I promised a kiss to another.”

“My dear fellow, I am happy to get from you what time you can share,” Rhee replied.

My turn. I’ve had a hot kiss with Dad only once, and it was too brief. I intend to thoroughly enjoy this.

When Dad approached me, his cock was obviously at full mast, the tight boxers forcing the head nearly to the waistband and sharply defining the length of it. I returned Rhee’s favor by facing her across Dad’s lap. Rhee started the timer and I went at Dad’s mouth before Rhee said, “Go.” Despite that, Dad’s tongue beat mine at coming out to play, as he stabbed it into my open mouth. I could feel my heart nearly racing, my pussy zinging. I could also feel Dad’s hard cock against my right thigh. However, those were somewhat dreamy, out-of-focus feelings, as my mind was intensely focused on the incredible feelings that Dad created in and on my mouth.

At some point, Dad cupped my left ass cheek and with it, pulled me more tightly into him. I pressed my breasts hard against his chest and sucked on his tongue in my mouth. I suddenly realized that Rhee was almost in my face and saying quite loudly that time was up. When our mouths parted, I snuggled into Dad, putting my head on his left shoulder, enjoying the closeness, the wonderful smell of Dad, and the throbbing of my pussy.

After perhaps 10 or 15 seconds, Dad scooted and turned to his left and placed me back on my butt on the love seat. He then returned to his seat. As he was seating himself, Mom groped him. He said nothing, which surprised me, as he usually objects (only partly, if at all, seriously) to such actions by Mom in front of me.

Carol rolled the die. “Rhee, how would you rate that kiss Charlie gave you on a ten-point scale?”

“10 plus!”

Dad rolled a 12! What would he do? His cock is still rampant and his face still a bit red, so he might have less control than he would otherwise.

“Sandy, straddle Carol’s lap and the two of you make out for two minutes.”

Mom did not dawdle in getting into Carol’s lap. Rhee set the timer and told them to start. Their faces mashed into each other and their hands went roaming. I could see Carol’s right arm inside the back of Mom’s shirt and Mom’s left hand on Carol’s left breast, outside her shirt.

The dinging of the timer saw two flushed and heaving moms, with mine slowly getting off Rhee’s and returning to her seat. Mom spent a few seconds collecting herself and letting her breathing rate subside, then rolled a 6.

“Carol, don’t calm down. You need to repay the favor and sit in my lap and make out with me for two minutes.”

I spent most of that time watching Dad watch them make out. When they completed the task, they were breathing quite hard; Dad was breathing a little heavily and his cock was still noticeably erect in his shorts.

Rhee rolled a 1.

“Carol, do you like sexing up Sandy?”

“Oh, god, yes,” she panted.

I rolled an 8.

“Sandy, lie on your back on the coffee table, put your left hand inside your panties and pl ... masturbate for two minutes.”

We all watched Mom intently. By the time that the timer dinged, she was, again, breathing heavily. She collected herself, sat up, and returned to her seat.

Carol threw a 5.

“Beth, do you like to see, or ... watch, your parents doing sex things like that?”

“Definitely.”

Dad rolled the die, then said, “Rhee, stand on the coffee table in front of me with your feet a bit more than shoulders-width apart and hold your skirt up for one minute.”

While Rhee stood there in the position demanded, Dad leaned in and stared at her pussy. Near the end, Rhee put her right hand down between her legs. She told me that she was going to spread her lips apart for him, but that the timer went off before she could do it.

Oh. My. God. Mom rolled a 12.

“Charlie, starting with Carol and moving clockwise you will perform a task on each of us. Each of us will stand as you approach and remain as motionless as we can You will gently and slowly remove each female’s shirt or top. Your eyes must visually caress breasts as you expose them. Before you move on to the next player, you will place your hands on the defrocked female’s hips and then lightly kiss each nipple.”

OH, MY FUCKING GOD! I will have to hug Mom for this one! Dad was marvelous. It took him nearly ten minutes, I’d guess, to complete the task. He was gentle and slow. He was obviously into the task. Getting Carol’s shirt off her required a bit more interaction with her breasts than it did the rest of us.

As he approached Rhee, she stood, and I watched her. Her face was glowing, her eyes gleaming. When Dad kissed her right nipple, her eyelids closed in apparent bliss, but she forced them open, again. She forced her eyes to remain open and watch Dad kiss her left nipple. That one I could see better, and I saw Dad’s tongue tip just barely peek out and touch the nipple.

I stood then, butterflies doing high-speed laps in my tummy, and my pussy was obviously leaking, as I could feel a bit of moisture on my thighs. My heart rate was high, my breathing stilted. I watched Dad’s eyes as he approached. I was surprised that he didn’t lift my tube top from the bottom and up and over my head. I could feel his fingertips and knuckles on my sides as he rolled my tube top up over my breasts, all the while watching at the advancing lower edge for my breasts to appear. I lifted my arms in front of his advance. Once the fabric had cleared my breasts, his eyes were glued to them, travelling side to side within their sockets to take in each breast individually.

While maintaining his eye lock on my small breasts, Dad lifted the top up my arms, over my head, and off my hands. When my eyes cleared the fabric, I found his eyes still caressing my breasts. He dropped the top onto the love seat, looked at my eyes, then placed his hands on my hips, his long fingers extending onto my ass. He kept his eyes on mine as he bent down toward my left nipple. His eyes lowered to light his mouth’s way to my nipple, which I watched with intensity. His lips puckered, then lightly touched the nipple.

I had learned from Rhee’s reaction and, like her, I wanted to watch, to remember, Dad’s mouth on my nipples. I managed to keep my eyelids up, despite the incredible sensations that coursed through my nipple, through my chest, through my pussy, through my whole being. I watched his lips part and then his tongue tip stretched out and lightly touched my nipple.

OH. MY. GOD.

That was almost surreal. My vision had narrowed such that all I saw was my nipple and areola, his lips and tongue tip. From there, everything else just faded out.

He stood erect. I tracked my eyes up to his, which were again locked on mine as he lowered his head toward my right nipple. Again, his eyes left mine for my nipple. Again, he puckered his lips. Again, he lightly kissed my nipple. Again, his lips parted. And again, oh, again, his tongue touched my nipple. As he again stood erect, my eyelids could no longer remain up. Instead, they lowered so that my whole being could relive the experience. An experience, event, that lasted for minutes from the lean to my left nipple to his mouth leaving my right nipple. My eyelids opened anew.

Again, Dad looked in my eyes. He then leaned in one more time and kissed my forehead. His hands left my hips and he turned toward his seat.

Time sped up, returned to its normal passage rate, and I quickly expelled the breath that I’d been holding unbeknownst to my conscious mind. I inhaled deeply, then exhaled deeply with a sigh.

Rhee’s rolling of the die brought me fully back to awareness.

“Sandy, what was your favorite part of the previous task?”

“The nipple kissing.”

I rolled.

“Sandy, get on your knees on the seat and turn toward Charlie. I’ll talk you through the rest of the task.”

Mom obeyed, so I continued. “Place your hands palm-down on the couch between you and Charlie, then bend over to put your head above his lap. Now, move your hair out of the way so that it does not block the view. Slowly lower your mouth down toward the tip of Charlie’s erect penis. Extend your tongue so that it almost touches. Stay like that for 15 seconds.”

After mom finished, I looked at Rhee. Her eyes were gleaming at me and she mouthed, “wow.”

Carol threw a 6, so she rolled again: 9.

“Rhee, sit on the coffee table in front of Charlie. Put your heels on the couch on either side of Charlie. Lift your skirt to expose yourself to him. When you get that done, there is a final aspect of the command.” When Rhee got into the commanded position, Carol continued. “Put your left hand behind on the edge of the table to support yourself, then masturbate for two minutes.”

“Mom! I can’t do that.”

“Do you want to use a pass?”

Rhee inhaled deeply, then exhaled.

“No. I’ll do it.”

Wow! A bit of my mind pondered Carol having her own daughter do something obviously sexual with, well, at least for Dad. By the time the timer dinged, Rhee had mostly seemed to forget the exact situation that she was in, as her breathing had become somewhat labored.

Once Dad’s eyes returned from the glazed-over look they’d had at the end of Rhee’s task, he picked up the die. Mom, though, interrupted.

“I need to use the bathroom, so let’s take a five-minute break.”

She looked around and saw agreement, so headed to their room; Dad followed closely behind. Carol headed for the half-bath off the living room, so Rhee and I headed upstairs.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” exclaimed Rhee as she closed the bathroom door behind us. “I was so embarrassed at first, but when it started feeling good, I looked at Dad, and his eyes were locked onto my hand on my pussy. That really turned me on. So much so, that I might have cum if I’d been there for three minutes!”

“Yeah, that was really crazy.” I was going to say more but stopped myself. Apparently, I was too obvious in stopping myself, as the light in Rhee’s face dimmed.