A house full of brown-eyed women [END]

"Thanks, Dad," Maryam said. The young woman stretched her bare shoulders as she lay face-down on the lounge chair by the pool.

"You were holding a lot of tension up there," Gary said. "Shall I keep going?"

"Yeah," she said. "I love Mom, well. Moms always, Naomi-Mom too, but does everything have to be so dramatic? We've been going over and over my college transfer plans for ages. I'm glad they're taking a week off together. I miss you, Dad. Really. They keep you so busy. I mean, really, my mom keeps you busy."

Gary rubbed another palmful of massage oil between his hands and started long strokes down his daughter's back. Maryam had inherited size and strength from Gary and Habiba, and towered over Bernie, Joyce, and her half-sisters like a broad-shouldered Amazon. Her sport was rowing, and she had the build for powerful strokes. But it gave her lots of muscles to get tied up in knots.

Maryam had more than once blessed heredity for giving her small, soft breasts that she jammed into a sports bra and went on her way. "My poor sisters," she'd said. "And Naomi-Mom and Nana Joyce. Huge breasts and mostly bouncing around naked. How do they do it? My back would be killing me."

Gary kneaded out the stress from Maryam's back. Habiba had been surprised by the pregnancy, but adamant that she would keep it as soon as she knew she was carrying a girl. Habiba was going to give her daughter the love and attention that Habiba's conservative family had withheld from her.

But Maryam was as strong in asserting her wants and needs as Habiba was in prescribing what Maryam should want and need. So they'd always struggled, even when Maryam was trying her best to be her mother's good girl.

"Your mother cares a lot," Gary told her. "But she does want things very much her way."

"You can say that again, Dad."

"I will point out that your Mom bent on anything you were really sure of," Gary said, listing some times Habiba had given in to Maryam. Eventually.

"Made me fucking work for it. Sorry Dad."

Gary laughed aloud. "Don't apologize, Maryam, your mom totally makes us all fucking work for it. Literally fucking, for me and your other mom. And we love her anyway, because your mom is amazing."

Maryam giggled. "Okay Dad, I'll take your word for it. She works you harder than me. And she makes you and Naomi-Mom literally kiss her ass. Her asshole."

"Shh, who told you?" Gary said.

"Nana Joyce, who else."

Gary snorted. "Yes, who else." Joyce and Bernie enjoyed it as much as Habiba did, and Gary gloried in having three enthusiastically anal-erotic women as regular partners for rimming and anal intercourse. It's just that Joyce and Bernie just didn't make a big production out of demanding ass worship like Habiba did. He shook his head and chuckled quietly in his throat.

Habiba was a demanding partner. When she needed Gary, she needed him now. When Bernie was busy, she got sexually needy, and summoned Gary to give her ass worship to climax and a second orgasm from anal intercourse. When she felt jealous of Bernie's closeness to Gary, she demanded his presence and praise for her skilled vaginal muscle control, riding him to orgasm, then embracing him from below in missionary position, making him hold back, and finally having him enter her from behind, demanding praise for her beautiful buttocks before she told him to go for his orgasm. It wasn't hard or unpleasant, and Gary was proud and pleased to be a reliable sex partner for Bernie's best-beloved woman partner. Bernie and Gary laughed privately about Habiba's predictable sulks and demands, but they'd agreed it was best to humor her, since she bounced right back from her moods to her usual cheerful, sparkling self. When there was real trouble, Habiba put her moods aside for the needs of their family, a house full of brown-eyed girls, plus their all-purpose man, Gary.

"Do my butt now," Maryam said.

Gary oiled his hands and worked down Maryam's lower back and onto her buttocks. Tall and long, broad-hipped and heavy in the seat like Habiba, Maryam adored a good, deep buttock massage.

"That feels soooo good," Maryam said. "Dig in. put your weight on me. Aghh Dad that's so goood!"

Gary chuckled. "And on the upside of being demanding, your mom has no fear of standing up to Nana Joyce, who is her own **** of nature."

"Truth," Maryam said. "Nana Joyce is less my godmother and more my Sex Goddessmother. My perverted Sex Goddessmother. You know she has this one massage move that makes you fart? She does it almost every time, and she has this evil little smile."

"You know why she does that, right?" Gary said, kneading Maryam's buttocks.

"Something about not being embarrassed?" Maryam said. "If your body needs it it's natural?"

"It's because of the house rules for Joyce's women's pleasure circles," Gary says. "Saying thank you for sneezes or belches or farts makes them okay in the circle, so you don't have to hold back. That way you can be relaxed enough for an orgasm, right there in the circle where everyone can see and hear. If you're holding back because body noises are rude or embarrassing, you aren't fully present. So Joyce's trick is to make you fart in front of everyone and then to say thank you right away and make it normal so you can let go to pleasure."

Gary shifted his grip and dug into the sides of Maryam's buttocks.

Maryam sighed. "Yes. more," she said. "Lean in hard."

"But you're not wrong about the evil smile," Gary said. "She likes being able to embarrass people for just a moment and then make it better. If that counts as perverted."

"Kinda sketch," Maryam said. "But I guess it worked on me. I like it when it's Joyce's old rules and everyone is just naked at home. Was it like that when you were dating Naomi-Mom?"

"Yes, exactly like that," Gary said.

With Maryam, Gretchen, and Joanne out of high school, Joyce and Bernie had returned to full-time nudity at home. It had always been that way in Joyce's detached mother-in-law cottage and sex workshop space built after the household grew from two to five with another on the way. Gradually the rest of the household went along Joyce's home nudity rule.

Joanne had finally coaxed Gary out of the wraparound skirt he wore to keep his dick under wraps. "C'mon Dad," his youngest daughter had said. "Give up. It just keeps getting snagged on things and falling off. We've all seen your dick, and like Nana Joyce says..." Joanne raised her hands, like a teacher coaching her class to repeat along with her. "ERECTIONS ARE NATURAL, IT'S ALL ABOUT WHAT YOU DO WITH THEM."

Six brown-eyed women of various shapes, sizes, and ages laughed until he gave up, stripping off his gesture to modesty, exposing his half-erection to his three young-adult daughters, their mothers and his partners Habiba and Bernie, and to Joyce, Bernie's silver-haired mom and everyone's part-time sex educator, therapist, and lover.

Joyce walked up to Gary and Maryam as he was finishing the massage by working around her temples and jaw hinges, smoothing out the tension she held there. Habiba's daughter had her eyes closed. Her soft, small breasts had erect brown nipples. Joyce breathed in, scenting the young woman's arousal in her sweat and her vaginal lubrication. Gary's penis was fully erect.

"I finished my morning writing and came out to see if anyone would like to join me to masturbate," Joyce said.

"Sure, Nana Joyce, I'd love to," Maryam said. "Dad, c'mon, you need it too." She gave Gary's erection a playful swat.

"Okay, all right," Gary said.

"Thanks for the massage, Dad, you're super."

Joyce beamed. "I taught Gary everything he knows," she said. "Wind release, would you, please?"

Gary moved down the poolside lounger and lifted Maryam's knees up and back toward her chest.

Maryam farted.

"Thank you, Maryam," Joyce said, smiling broadly.

Maryam smiled back. "Thanks. I guess I'm relaxed!"

Maryam stood up, taking her father by the hand, and followed Joyce's short. fat figure, jiggling with each step, toward this afternoon's impromptu masturbation circle.

Joyce was first to orgasm, as usual, with her heavy-duty, ball-ended electric vibrator and a lubricated finger up her ass.

Maryam was next, both hands in her bush, humping a firm bolster until she came. Gary watched Maryam's orgasm seize her, move her body in waves, grinding harder down on her hands. her long toes curling and stretching. Gary moaned, his penis swelling, trembling on the brink of climax. Maryam turned her head to look, and Gary let go, his load shooting high and splattering in white laces across Joyce's sex studio floor.

His daughter smiled and chuckled. "Go Dad, you earned that one."

Afternoon naps for all.