Caleb

Caleb 82 - Housewarming.

by Pastmaster

Tags: #cw:incest #cw:noncon #f/f #f/m #m/m #mind_control #sub:female #sub:male #asexual #asexual_characters

Caleb 82 – Housewarming

Sarah and Arnie emerged from the bedroom, having used the shower. Amanda had changed the bed while they were in there.

“Have fun?” I asked them both, and was surprised when they both broke out into identical unashamed grins.

“It was awesome,” said Sarah. I looked at Arnie and he nodded.

“I was nervous at first,” he said, “but once things got going…”

“No regrets?” I asked the pair of them.

“None,” Arnie said. “I knew Sarah was beautiful, but I never realized just how beautiful she was until I watched her cum from across the room,”

Sarah went scarlet.

The rest of the girls laughed.

“I’d call that a resounding success,” gloated Amanda.

“Did Marcia have fun?” I asked.

“She loved it,” Mary said. “I think between you and Arnie, you’ve redeemed men for her.”

“Me?” asked Arnie. “I didn’t…”

“You were gentle with her,” said Mary. “Even when you were in the throes of passion, you weren’t rough with her and didn’t hurt her. She’s had a bad experience with a man in the past and I think you helped her as much as she helped you today.”

“Oh,” he said. “Why would anyone want to…”

“Some people are like that,” I told him. “But I think you helped restore her trust in men a little. I just hope our architect continues the good work.”

“Our what now?” asked Mary.

“Did she not tell you?” I asked her. “She has a date with him tonight. He’s apparently a little bossy on site and that kind of got her motor running.”

Amanda laughed.

“Nice,” she said. “She deserves someone good.”

“And how about you?” I asked Sarah. “Did that scratch your sharing itch?”

I saw her internalize for a moment, then she nodded.

“Yes,” she said. “I’m good.”

“Perfect,” I said.

After dinner Arnie went home, since he had a lot to prepare.

“Some doofus has booked almost the whole day,” he complained, mock glaring at me.

“I’m sure you’ll manage,” I told him. “Does the doofus need to bring lunch?”

“That would be nice,” he said. “Save us going to the store.”

“Will Danny be there for lunch too?” I asked. He answered in the affirmative.

“I’ll make something up then,” I told him.

He stood up ready to go, and turned to kiss Sarah goodbye, first though, he had to kiss Mary, then Amanda, then Ness, Melanie, and Jules. Finally, Sarah got her turn.

After he left, I sat on the sofa, next to Sarah. Melanie took the opportunity to climb into my lap.

“Are you okay?” I asked Sarah.

“It’s been a hell of a weekend,” she said. “Even now I can feel him.”

“Now you both know,” said Melanie, “not only how you feel about each other, but how we feel about you.”

“I know,” Sarah replied. “Are you going to bring E into the connection?”

I shook my head.

“Almost certainly not,” I said. “E has his own gig and will probably end up playing pro football. I don’t want him to change his plans, which he might do if we get too deeply involved.”

“Is he coming to the house warming?” asked Amanda.

“Damn, I forgot,” I said pulling out my phone. “I’ll invite him now.”

“He’s coming,” said Mary. “I invited him as soon as we set the date.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks,” I said. “It’s a good job one of us has their head on straight.”

“It certainly is,” said Mary. “All your hypnotherapy appointments at the school have been cancelled, and you only have two more appointments at the range this week. I’ve obviously cleared the time we’re going to spend at the ranch. Do you want to book more for the range when you come back?”

“I think so,” I said. “I’d like to get both Sarah and Melanie up to speed with them, then they can perhaps start up at the school. Obviously, they’re not going to be able to do as much as I did, but I’m sure they, or you, can work it around their academic schedule. We’ll also have to introduce them to Jamie and clear using the ‘campus office’ with the dean.

“They’re both registered with the state?” Mary asked. I nodded.

“We did that a few weeks ago,” I told her. “But then life kind of got in the way.

“We also need to find a driving instructor,” said Melanie. “We both need to learn to drive.”

“We can take care of that tonight,” I told them. “You both have your learners permits. I can give you all my driving knowledge and you can consolidate it overnight. Then we can take you out and let you get some practice and then book your tests. You don’t need to spend time and money on taking lessons.”

Wouldn’t they be better taking Mary’s or Amanda’s knowledge?” asked Ness with a cheeky grin.

“Et tu, Brute?” I said. “What’s wrong with my driving?”

“Nothing,” said Ness. “But perhaps someone who passed their test more recently would be a better idea?”

“I don’t think the driving laws have changed that much since I passed my test,” I told them. “But it’s up to you guys. Pick someone and take their driving knowledge. Both of you have the powers to do it, and consolidate the knowledge without my help, but I’m happy to help if you need it. For myself, I’d pick someone where the ink is actually dry on their license, but what do I know.” I grinned at Ness as I said this, and she stuck her tongue out at me.

I emailed Jamie, the counsellor, asking for an appointment at her leisure, preferably before nine, one day next week.

I had a reasonably early night, having helped Chris get Kirsty off to sleep, I was in bed by nine thirty, neither of the girls having decided to take me up on sharing my driving knowledge.

Jamie didn’t respond to my email until Monday afternoon and since I was flying for most of the day, apart from lunch which I spent with Arnie and Danny, I didn’t see it until I got home Monday night.

At lunch, Danny seemed to be in good spirits. He’d was happy with the way the school was shaping up, having two aircraft meant that they were bringing in more than double what they had been previously, and he had his sights set on at least putting a deposit down on a second plane by the time the Baron had to be returned.

I asked him what his plans were for the Christmas break and wondered if he and Arnie would like to come up to the Ranch with us at some point over Christmas. He said that he couldn’t take the whole holiday off, but he’d be glad of a break, and perhaps He and Arnie could fly up for a week or so around Christmas and New Year, since few people would be wanting to take lessons at that time.

I knew Sarah was going to be disappointed that Arnie wouldn’t be able to come up for the whole of the break, but I was certain that something would be much better than nothing.

Dean had already told me that Cheryl had invited my parents, Dianna, Maggie, and Sarah’s parents. Cheryl also hinted that there might be a surprise guest, but wouldn’t say more. She’d asked me to see if Arnie and Danny would like to come up. From what I understood, all of those invited would be coming up, but only for parts of the holiday. We’d be the only ones staying there for the full duration of the break. I was really looking forward to it.

We were only going up for the week of the mid-term break, this time, hardly enough time really to even warrant the trip and if it weren’t for the fact that we were flying up there’s a good chance we wouldn’t even bother. The Christmas holidays, however, were just shy of a month long, and that gave us plenty of time to enjoy the freedom and wind down after what had been a very stressful year.

Of course, there was the stress of trying to find gifts for everyone, and I wasn’t looking forward to that. I had no idea what I was going to get for any of my girls, and being able to read minds didn’t bring me even close to knowing what to get them. On the occasion when I flat out asked them if there was anything they’d like as a Christmas gift, they all told me a version of, ‘nothing’ or ‘I don’t know’. It was incredibly frustrating.

On Tuesday morning I went, with Melanie and Sarah, to the appointment that Jamie had granted me. She looked surprised when we all trooped into her office.

“Morning,” she said. “How can I help?” her tone was not exactly unfriendly, but there was no warmth to it. She was obviously still upset by the things I’d said the last time we met.

“I’ve decided to stop my hypnotherapy business in the school,” I told her.

“So I heard,” she said. “Might I ask why?”

“Because,” I told her, “after what happened, and the student’s reaction to it, I don’t think I can maintain a professional detachment and help people who were actively trying to get me kicked out of school.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit of an overreaction?” she asked.

“Probably,” I said. “But it’s my decision to make. As far as I’m concerned, they can all go to Hell.”

“Okay,” she said. “I don’t understand why this involves your two sisters though?”

“Because,” I told her, “they are nicer than me, and have decided to pick up where I left off. They are both licensed hypnotherapists, trained by me, and will have no problems dealing with the issues I mostly dealt with. Naturally should either of them come across anything they feel is beyond them, they will refer to you. They won’t have quite so much time to be able to work, since they are both in their first semester, but they’ll fit people in as they can, as long as the dean allows them the use of the room he allowed me to use.”

“They’ll have to discuss that with him,” she said, “but, as long as they have licenses, I have no problems with the arrangement. If they as effective as you were, I’ll be happy to see someone filling the void you seem to have left.

“As an aside,” she went on, “since you were able to train your sisters, would you be interested in maybe sharing some of your methodology? Your techniques seem remarkably effective and I’m sure I’d be able to make use of them in my practice.”

I shook my head,

“Sorry,” I said. “I don’t really have time; I just want to finish out my schooling and move on. I’m in the recruitment process for the FBI right now and, with that, my schooling, and everything else I have going on, there still aren’t enough hours in my day.”

She sighed.

“Well, thanks for coming in,” she said in a resigned voice. “I’ll let anyone that asks, know that you girls are taking over. I look forward to seeing your results.”

We all stood up, and I made for the door.

“Caleb,” Jamie said, as I held the door for the girls to exit. I looked back at her, raising an eyebrow.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I just wanted to make sure you’re doing alright after what happened.”

“I’m fine,” I said. “It was a bit of a shock, but I have an excellent support network.”

“I’m glad,” she said. I waited for her to say more but, after a couple more moments when she’d not spoken, I left, closing the door behind me.

“What went on with you and her?” asked Melanie, “I could feel her squirming. She’s hot for you, no doubt, but there’s a huge amount of guilt there too. You didn’t…?

“No,” I said. “And since what occurred happened in a hypnotherapy session, I can’t talk about it. Let’s just say though Jamie seems particularly vulnerable to the effect our powers have on people. I’m trying to avoid her, mostly for her sake. She’s married and I’ve met her husband. He’s not the sharing type.”

I could feel the questions bubbling up in both girls and was pleased when neither of them asked. They simply nodded and went to start their days. I was headed to the range and my first hypnotherapy appointment.

The afternoon I spent in the air making up my allotted time. I still had my night flight to complete but, other than that, I was just about ready for my check ride. We used some of the time to book the date of my flying test, for the week following the fall break.

I also booked my appointment to get medical certification to fly commercially in preparation for the next stage of my training.

When I arrived home the girls were in the living room watching television. I went in to say ‘hi’, and stopped dead. There was a picture of a girl on the TV, she looked about nineteen, maybe twenty, and had blonde hair which she wore in a ponytail. I had the strangest feeling that I knew the girl, but couldn’t think where from.

“Who’s was that?” I asked indicating the screen where the girls photo had now been removed.”

“A missing girl,” said Ness, who’d been watching. “A girl named Bobbi Frazer. She’s been missing for a few months now. Apparently, she had a row with her father, hitchhiked out of Vegas, and hasn’t been seen since.”

“I’m sure I’ve seen her before,” I said. “She seems really familiar. Although for some reason my mental image of her has a black eye.”

“I’m not sure when you would have seen her,” said Jules. “She lived in Vegas. When were you last there?”

“The only time I’ve been there was when I went to collect the plane with Arnie and Sarah, and I never left the airstrip.” I replied.

“Probably just coincidence then,” said Mary. “Possibly someone you’ve seen that looks a bit like her?”

“Maybe,” I said shrugging, before going into the kitchen to make coffee.

“Will you share your driving knowledge with me tonight?” asked Melanie and I nodded and smiled at her.

“Sure,” I said.

“And me,” added Sarah.

“Isn’t Arnie coming over?” I asked.

Sarah sighed. “No,” she said. “He’s having dinner with Danny. “I think he’s feeling guilty about the amount of time he’s spending here and leaving Danny on his own.”

“Couldn’t you go and have dinner with them?” I asked.

“I wasn’t invited,” she said, “and I didn’t feel right inviting myself.

“Well,” I said, “you’ll just have to settle for us tonight then.”

Sarah sighed again, this time much more dramatically.

“I guess,” she said putting on a martyred expression. I laughed at her, and she grinned at me.

Wednesday morning saw me back in my ethics class. I wondered what the discussion was going to be about this time, and hoped fervently it would have nothing to do with me.

The professor watched us take our seats.

“Imagine,” he began, “that a person is walking home one night. It’s dark and there’s nobody around. They come across a dropped wallet. When they pick it up, the find that there is a bank card with a name on and a sizeable amount of cash inside.

“I’m not asking you to tell me what you, personally, would do. I’m asking you to consider two cases.

“Case one: the person finding the wallet decides to keep the cash and discard the rest in the trash.”

“Case two: the person finding the wallet decides to take it to the local precinct and hand it in to the police, assuming that the police will be able to get the wallet back to its rightful owner. Let’s assume, for the purposes of this exercise, that the police are completely above reproach and will, without doubt, do so.

“What I’d like you to think about, and discuss, is WHY? What would make a person decide to take the money or, alternatively, why would a person, when fate has delivered such a windfall into their hands, decide to hand it in to the police?”

“They might be in dire need,” said one student. “Obviously if someone is carrying that much cash around, they have plenty and probably won’t miss it. Whereas the finder may have real financial difficulties and that cash could make a real difference to them.”

“So being in dire need would excuse keeping the money?” the professor asked.

“Well, he obviously needs it more than the person who lost it,” said the student defending their point.”

“Do we know that?” I asked. “How do we know that the person who lost it didn’t have a serious debt or need? Maybe they were close on being evicted and needed to get money together to pay their rent. They were on the way to pay and dropped their wallet. Just because someone is carrying a large sum of money doesn’t mean that they have more.”

The professor nodded in my direction accepting the point.

“Is that even relevant though?” he asked. “Whether the person who lost the money could afford to do so or not, does need justify keeping what is clearly not yours, rather than handing it in to the police?”

“If they need it to feed their family, or their children,” said another student. “Then yes.”

“So,” clarified the professor, “You’re saying if you have a great need, then it’s okay to steal?”

“Well,” said the student. “Not steal exactly. They aren’t stealing, they found it. It’s not like they took it out of someone’s pocket or mugged them for it.”

“Isn’t it?” the professor responded. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rhyme ‘finders keepers, losers weepers,’ but does that really apply? Not according to the law. In most states in the US, if you find property in the street, you are legally required to take reasonable measures to find and return the property to the owner. If you don’t you are actually committing a crime. If the money is significant, i.e. over about a thousand dollars, it could actually be felony theft. Since the wallet had a bank card inside, it should be reasonably easy for the wallet to be traced to its owner, especially by the police, so keeping it in this case would likely be a crime.”

“But who would know?” asked another student.

“Ah,” said the professor smiling. “So stealing is okay as long as nobody finds out about it?”

“Well, no,” said the student. “But if the person finding the wallet is in dire need…”

“Then it’s okay to steal if two conditions are present. One, you have need, and two, you are certain you won’t be caught?”

The student looked around the room for support, and got none.

“Fear,” I said deciding to bail him out.

“Explain,” said the professor.

“They might be afraid that they’ll get caught,” I told him, “so they hand the wallet in.”

“Even though there’s nobody around?” asked the professor and I grinned at him.

“God is always watching,” I said with a note of piety in my voice. He smiled back at me, knowing full well I was being seriously ironic.

“There are certainly those,” he agreed, “who would return the wallet for those reasons, either for fear of punishment by their deity, or in the expectation of some kind of reward from their deity for being ‘good.’”

“What about,” I asked, “because it’s the right thing to do?”

“And how would you define the right thing to do?” he asked.

“In this situation,” I said, “I would put myself in the place of the person who lost the wallet. If I’d lost that wallet, I’d want it returned. So therefore, I think returning the wallet is the right thing to do. Do as you would be done by.”

“Charles Kingsley?” he asked, and I grinned at him again.

“In case you missed it,” said the professor, “The actual question is not do you keep the wallet or return it, but where do a person’s morals come from. When faced with a choice, when nobody else is looking, what makes us decide to do the right thing, and how do we know what IS the right thing?”

“You said keeping the wallet would be stealing,” said a girl off to my left.

“So, you’re relying on the law?” asked the professor. “Maybe not a bad place to start, but hardly infallible. Did you know, for instance, that it is illegal to whistle under water in Portland, or to walk down the street with your shoes untied?

“When there are such banal laws on the statute books is that really the best place to start? Also let’s look back at our laws. For instance, it was illegal to be gay in Oregon as late as 1971 and it’s less than ten years ago that gay marriage became legal in the state. Are those examples of a solid moral standpoint? Some might think so, but in that case I would question their morality.”

“It says in the bible, thou shalt not steal,” offered another.

“Religion then,” retorted the professor. “Is it the fear of going to hell? Or the hope of going to Heaven that makes you do the right thing?”

“My parents taught me right from wrong,” said the boy two to the left of me.

“And for most of us,” continued the professor, “that’s where the basis of our moral compass comes from. Even those of you who are religious, it’s likely, although not certain, that you were brought into your religion by your parents.”

“However, you are all adults, or almost. You can no longer hide behind your parents. You must make and justify decisions for yourself. You may have been schooled by your parents, but it’s you that will be accountable for your actions, not them, not your friends or relatives, not even your god. You are responsible for your actions and should be fully aware of why you make the decisions you do. One day you may be called upon to justify yourself.”

I’m sure he left that deliberately vague so as those who wished to do so could consider the ‘day of judgement’ scenario where they would stand before God, and others could consider that they might have to justify themselves to their peers or to the law. In my case though, the only person I knew I’d have to justify myself to, would be me.

Dana waited by the door for me as I exited.

“Lunch?” she asked. I looked at my watch. I was due to fly again that afternoon, but I had some time.

“Sure,” I said. She smiled at me and linked her arm to mine as we walked down the hallway.

“How’s thing’s?” she asked lightly glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. I wasn’t fooled.

“I’m fine,” I said. “Things were a little tense for a while, but it’s all settled now.”

“Really?” she asked. “Tense? That’s what you’re going with?”

I laughed. “I’m okay, honestly. Tell me. . .are you and Gracie coming to the party Friday?”

“Gracie’s out of town,” she said, “on assignment. I don’t even know where. I think she has another week or so to go before she’s back. But I was planning to come.”

“Good,” I said. “Not good that Gracie’s away but good that you’re coming Friday.”

We entered the refectory. I looked around seeing if any of my girls were there yet. They weren’t.

We lined up and got some food before taking seats at one of the larger, but as yet empty, tables.

“I’ve been looking forward to it,” she said. “Gracie’s been away for nearly two weeks. I don’t like being on my own anymore.”

“You should have said,” I told her. “You could have come over.”

“You kind of had enough going on in your life,” she told me. “You didn’t need me hanging around.”

“You should know,” I told her, “that you’re welcome any time.”

She looked at me and smiled.

“Thanks,” she said. “I’ll definitely be there Friday.”

“Great,” said Amanda taking a seat next to her. “Is Gracie coming?”

Dana had almost the identical conversation with Amanda that she had with me. That was just ending as Jules sat down.

“Are you and Gracie coming to the party?” she asked Dana. I laughed.

Eventually everyone arrived and were caught up on Dana and Gracie’s current estrangement, and the fact that Dana intended to come to the party.

“I thought you were flying this afternoon,” said Sarah once there was a lapse in the conversation.

“I am,” I told her. “I think I’m with Danny today. We’re doing final prep for my check ride the week after next. I already booked my medical for the Monday we’re back.”

“Arnie says that Danny’s getting much better,” she said. “But will you check in on him?”

“I’ll see how he is,” I said.

As I said this, Sarah, who’d been looking at me, looked up. Someone had approached our table and was standing almost behind me. I turned to look and saw my ex-client Naomi, the deaf girl, standing there. I could tell that she’d already put on weight even in the short amount of time since she’d stopped her treatment.

“Hi,” she signed. “Can we talk?”

“I’m with my family just now,” I said.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Please, it’ll only take a minute.”

I sighed. “Okay,” I signed. She looked around the cafeteria, obviously not wanting to hold a conversation in full view of everyone. I would have been upset by this had she not been deaf. It’s so easy to ‘eavesdrop’ on a deaf person’s conversation if you can read ASL, far easier than overhearing a spoken conversation. I also could see her ‘friend’ watching us with narrowed eyes.

I stood, followed her out of the cafeteria, and into the hallway. She walked toward my office, which was only a few minutes away, just past the library. She stood expectantly by the door. I opened it and let her inside. I followed her inside, but didn’t close the door. Sarah, who at my mental request had followed us, stepped inside and she closed the door, standing with her back to it.

“I was hoping to talk to you alone,” said the girl.

“About what?” I asked her.

She looked at Sarah, and then seemed to make up her mind.

“I was hoping,” she said, “I could persuade you to take me back on as a client.”

I saw Sarah frown, not understanding what was being said. I translated to her, and then dumped my ASL knowledge into her head. She’d remember it for a while unless she chose to ‘file’ it properly later. I expected that she would.

“I already said,” I told the girl, “I’m no longer going to be doing that.”

“But I know that you’re doing it outside the school,” she argued. “One of my friend’s uncles is coming to see you at the range. It’s only here that you’re stopping.”

“Your point?” I asked her.

“It’s not fair,” she said.

“Was almost the entire school trying to get me kicked out fair?” I asked her. “Was my entire clientele suddenly dropping me like I was infected fair? I’ll give you one thing, at least you had the courtesy to come and tell me to my face. Everyone else simply didn’t show up for their appointments.”

“We were wrong,” she said. “I’ll admit I was wrong.”

“And how much use would that have been to me,” I asked, “if you’d been successful in your efforts to get me kicked out of school? You could have ruined any chance of my getting into the career I want to follow, just because you chose to believe some unsubstantiated rumor.”

“You wouldn’t discuss it,” she argued.

“And why should I?” I asked. “What right do you, or anyone, have to demand information from me about my private life?”

She looked at the floor.

“Please,” she said. “You can see that I’m already almost back to the weight I was when I started with you. I can’t keep this up. I need your help.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I can’t help you.” I paused for a few moments before continuing.

“However,” I said, and she looked up at me a little hope in her eyes. “My sister here, and my other sister Melanie, are going to be starting up in a couple of weeks. Perhaps they may be able to help you.”

Naomi looked at Sarah, scepticism on her face.

“She’s just a kid,” she said.

“Then don’t come and see her,” I said. “Nobody is going to force you.”

“How about if I make an appointment at the range?” she suggested, “Away from the school?”

“I’m no longer taking students as clients,” I told her, “no matter where.”

“But…” she bit her lip for a moment, and then seemed to make a decision.

“I could make it worth your while,” she said moving toward me slightly.

I stepped back, and Sarah stepped between us,

“Take a step back,” Sarah said. It was only then I noticed that she had her phone out, and had been recording the entire episode.

Naomi stepped back, her eyes dropping to the phone.

“My brother has told you,” Sarah said, not unkindly, “that he is no longer accepting students as clients. Considering what the students here did to him, I don’t think that he’s being unreasonable. Now, as he said, Melanie and I are going to be setting up in a couple of weeks. We’re both state registered and trained by Caleb himself. Once we get going, you’ll be able to book appointments via the same website you did before, just with us and not with Caleb. Now I think everything that needed to be said, has been said. If you don’t mind, we’d like to get back to our family.”

Sarah stepped around Naomi, and opened the door, holding onto it and looking pointedly at her.

Naomi sighed, looked from me to Sarah, and then walked out. I handed the key to the office to Sarah.

“You’d best hold onto this,” I told her. “I’m not going to be needing it. Perhaps get one made for Melanie?”

Since it was getting on in time, I didn’t return to the cafeteria, but headed straight out to go to the airfield. Danny was expecting me and I didn’t want to be late.

I had to admit, the flying lessons were actually becoming a bit of a bore. I had the memories and experience of thousands of hours flying all kinds of aircraft in all kinds of situations, including flying combat aircraft on missions in the Gulf. This puttering around in a single engine light aircraft was like sitting in a kiddy car when I was a nascar driver.

I tried my best not to show my boredom, I was getting in my hours, and working towards the qualifications that would let me fly more interesting and powerful aircraft. Eventually I’d be able to fly the G500 but even that, I knew, wouldn’t be exactly thrilling. I wondered just how bored Gerry was acting as a ‘limo driver’ for Pops.

“Are you coming to our housewarming?” I asked Danny after we’d tucked up the Cirrus for the night.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I’d have thought the last thing you’d want at that kind of party would be an old fart like me hanging around.”

“Old fart?” I asked. “You can’t be more than fifty?” I grinned at him.

“I’m forty, you ass,” he said.

“Then stop acting older.” I told him. “Come to the party.”

He seemed to think about that for a moment.

“Okay,” he said. “Did you need me to bring anything?”

“Just you,” I said. “We’re only ten minutes’ walk away, so leave the car home and you can have a drink if you want. There will be drinks there for the over 21’s. I think you qualify.”

He grinned at me.

“You’re a bully,” he said. “Has anyone told you that?”

“Not since junior high,” I told him. “The time I stole Saul Lieberman’s lunch money.”

He looked at me wide-eyed. “You didn’t?”

“Of course not,” I laughed. “Saul Lieberman was twice my size. He’d have kicked my ass.”

Danny shook his head as we reached the flying school office door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow evening,” he said. I had no flying lesson Friday, since I had a couple of hypnotherapy sessions booked at the range in the morning, and I wanted to get stuff ready for the party in the afternoon.

“We’ll probably be kicking off around six,” I said. “There’ll be food too, so don’t need to eat before you come over.”

“Good to know,” he said. “See you then.”

I made my way home.

I entered the house and found Sarah and Arnie sitting at the kitchen table, both flushed with arousal, listening intently to Louise. Lou looked up as I came through the door and grinned. I wondered what she’d been telling them but chose not to ask.

“Is Ness home yet?” I asked. Sarah shook her head.

“She’s getting changed,” said Arnie.

“What’s up?” asked Ness entering the kitchen.

“Just wanted to think about what food we’re cooking tomorrow night,” I said.

“Well,” she said, only the slightest hint of sarcasm in her voice, “since you bought all that meat, I thought you were going to fire up the barbecue.”

“I was,” I said with a smile, “but have you seen the forecast?”

She pulled out her phone, and looked at it.

“Shit,” she said. “That’s going to put a crimp in it.”

“85% chance of heavy precipitation,” said Arnie looking at his phone.

“We’re going to have to have an indoor party,” I told them.

“Why not,” started Ness. “Go buy a barbecue on wheels, and move the cars out of the garage. Grill in there with the door open. Then you’ll be dry. It’s not that warm but I’m sure you’ll be warm enough cooking. Even with the door open it’ll get pretty warm in there, I guess.”

“I’m not sure that’s safe,” I said. “Even with the door open. There’s not enough ventilation in there.”

“How about,” asked Melanie, “We get one of those garden tent things.”

“Great idea,” said Mary. “A grill gazebo. Costco stocks them. . .I remember seeing them.”

“Seems a little bit extreme for one party,” I said.

“I’m sure we’ll use it more,” said Ness. “I know you like to barbecue and being able to grill even when the weather isn’t great will be good.”

We went online and checked the local Costco to see what they had in stock, and found one that everyone liked. It was nearly fifteen hundred dollars, which I thought was excessive for what it was, but I got outvoted.

“Order it for pick-up,” said Amanda, “You can collect it, and put it up, tomorrow afternoon.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’ll help,” said Arnie. “If the weather is that bad, my student is likely to cancel. She’s a basic private pilot student so she can’t fly if it’s not VFR conditions.”

“I’ll go get it after my last hypnotherapy session, so I should have it here by about twelve.” I told him. He nodded.

With everything sorted for the party the next day, we settled in for the night. Normally Thursday would be our night at the range, but the rain was pouring down and none of us really felt like going out. We’d not booked a lane in any case and probably wouldn’t be able to get one, given how busy the range was, even in such bad weather.

The next morning when I woke, Sarah and Arnie were once more in bed with us. This time Arnie was lying next to me, but with his ass pressed against mine. He was wearing boxers. Sarah was lying between him and Ness, and both had their arms around her. It took some careful TK for me to extricate her without waking the pair. Sarah grinned as she looked at her sleeping fiancé, holding Ness as she slept.

“I wonder how that’s going to play out,” she whispered as the three of us slipped quietly out of the bedroom.

Unsurprisingly it was raining and was cold. Both Melanie and Sarah were coming along in leaps and bounds with regard to their fitness and we covered an easy eight miles that morning. We arrived home soaked once again, and both Sarah and Melanie were shivering with the cold. Once more we stripped in the utility room and put our gear in the washer.

Melanie turned to Sarah. “Why don’t you and Caleb go shower. I’ll take your ensuite.”

Sarah looked at me, the beginnings of a flush on her face. I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment, or arousal, until I looked at her aura. Both.

In the end, she decided against. She didn’t want Arnie catching us coming out of the shower and make up his own version of what went on in there.

After, we sat around the table eating the breakfast that Ness prepared.

“What’s your plans for this morning?” I asked Arnie.

“I have some paperwork to do at the school,” he said. “I doubt I’ll be flying at all today, It looks like the rain is here to stay and the clouds are very low.”

I glanced out of the window and agreed with him.

“I’ll be back probably about twelve,” I said. “I’ll pick up the gazebo on the way home. No worries if you’re busy but, if not, I’d appreciate some help in setting it up.”

“I’ll be here,” he said.

The girls set out for school, and Arnie for the airfield. I set out for the range.

“Morning,” Hoss said as I entered, shaking the rain from my coat, so as not to drip water all over his reception area.

“How are things?” I asked.

“Quiet,” he said. “The weather is keeping all but those who have to practice at home. We missed you last night.”

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s been a rough few weeks. We’re away next week but I’m sure we’ll be back after, at least until the Christmas break.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he laughed. “I’m not your mom. You don’t owe me any explanations.”

I smiled at him. Just then the door opened and my first client entered, trailing water across the reception area as he made his way toward my office.

Hoss grimaced, and I raised my eyebrows in mute apology before going and catching up with my client.

I made sure that both my clients knew that I wouldn’t be around the following week, and then left the range, heading for Costco, to go and pick up the gazebo. Back at home, it took no time at all for Arnie and I to assemble it and stake it in place over the grill, which was going to take some drying out before we’d be able to use it. I made a mental note to ask Melanie to deal with that.

After we finished, Arnie and I sat in the kitchen enjoying a warm drink. We’d both worn coats, but it still wasn’t warm out there.

“Can I ask a question?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said.

“When are you going to tell Dad about powers?”

I thought about that for a few minutes. I hadn’t even considered telling Danny about powers, but we should. It was likely that any children his son had would have some kind of power, and he should be aware of it and prepared. Also, it might help to explain our living situation.

“How do you think he’ll take it?” I asked.

“I don’t think he’ll believe you at first,” he said. “He doesn’t believe in the supernatural, superpowers, or anything like that.”

“And after?” I pressed.

“I think we need to be careful,” he said. “If he figures out that you used powers to let him see Mom, he might freak out about it.”

“Perhaps then,” I said, “we should leave it a while, at least until he’s in a bit of a better place. I know you said that he’s getting better, but we don’t want to set him back.”

Arnie chewed his lip and nodded.

“I guess,” he said.

“How are you doing?” I asked him. “Things have been pretty full on for the last couple of days. Any regrets?”

Arnie thought about that for a moment.

“Don’t you know?” he asked. “I thought you could read my mind.”

“I can,” I said. “But I don’t. Not unless you’re screaming out what you’re thinking, and you seem to be doing that less and less these days. I can read your aura, and I’ve seen some things there that make me think that you’re not as comfortable with what’s going on as you are making out.”

He sighed.

“Sarah seems to be getting into the family dynamic,” he said. “Sleeping in with you guys, walking around the house naked, all that kind of thing. That’s not the way I was brought up. It’s still very new to me and, while I can feel you guys, feel the love you have for each other, for me, it still feels a little like I’m being… I don’t know… absorbed into the family. Like I’m losing myself.”

“You need to take a step back?” I asked.

“I…” he began. “I don’t want to upset Sarah, but it’s like I’m in a steam room. I need to step out and get some air. Does that make sense?”

“Have you mentioned this to Sarah?” I asked.

“I can’t,” he said. “She’s so happy with you guys, with all of us together, I don’t want to upset her.”

“She’ll be less happy if she thinks that you’re not happy, and you haven’t told her,” I warned him gently. “Speak to her, tell her how you’re feeling. Maybe tonight, since it’s your last night together for a week or so, spend it with just her in your room. Don’t let things like this fester and become something bigger than they started out. Trust me, I made that mistake, and we all have the scars to show it.”

“Can’t you just…” he said making a twiddling gesture with his hands, “make me okay with everything?”

“No,” I said probably more harshly than I should. He flinched.

“No,” I repeated more gently. “Nobody here would do that to you, or to anyone. Do you really think that anyone who loved you could destroy your free will like that and turn you into some kind of slave? The mere thought of doing such a thing is and should be abhorrent to any powered person with an ounce of morals.

“Sarah loves you, YOU, Arnie Jarrett, not some flesh puppet that she, or we, control. What’s more WE love the Arnie Jarrett who blushes so easily, does dumb stuff that gets his ass kicked, and yet keeps his head in the most trying of circumstances. Sarah has been pushing you, no doubt, but remember she’s only eighteen too, and she only just came into her power. Hell, we’re only twenty one and as likely to make mistakes as anyone else. We want you to be comfortable in our home and if what is happening is making you uncomfortable, then we need to back off some. Maybe in a few weeks or months you’ll become more at ease, or maybe you won’t.

“As long as you continue to love Sarah, as much as you do, then we can work around everything else.”

“You don’t think she’ll be angry with me?” he asked.

“Not at all,” I said. “She’d be angry if you let this fester until it became a problem. Step outside, get some air, and think about how you want to go forward. Perhaps this week will give you a chance to clear your head.”

“Perhaps,” he said, thoughtfully, then he shook himself.

“I need to get back to the school,” he said. “I still have some stuff to do before tonight.”

I nodded. “Okay,” I said. “Thanks for the help with the Gazebo. We’ll see you and Danny later?”

“Sure thing,” he said grinning at me. “I think dad’s actually looking forward to it, which is something new.”

I walked with him to the door and watched him dash through the downpour to his car. I closed the door and went back into the kitchen, wondering what, if anything, I should say to Sarah.

I was busy preparing for the party when the girls got home. Ness joined me in the kitchen and soon enough everything was ready. All we needed to do was fire up the grill, in the monsoon that was going on outside, and we’d be ready to roll. The kitchen counter was filled with beer, soda and water.

Melanie went out into the yard and dried out the barbecue before lighting it.

“I like that gazebo,” she said. “It’s weird though being out there in the pouring rain. You’ll need something covered to carry the food though otherwise It’s going to get soaked.

I went out into the yard and took up station at the grill as the first of the guests arrived.

Considering the weather, everyone that had promised to come, did. Danny and Arnie beat Bob and Angela to the door, but not by much. Dana, Sue, and George arrived together, Dana having stayed back at school so she could travel in with them. Chris and Jane ran across the yard, sheltering Kirsty with an umbrella. Ness had also invited a couple of the girls and one guy from her school, Tiffany being among them. Neil and Samantha who were both in Ness’ class and apparently in some kind of tutor group with them. I’d seen them both before, when the pervert lecturer had had them on their knees on the first day of term. They didn’t remember much about the day.

I’d asked Kevin and Carys if they’d be interested but they’d declined. They had class on a Friday night until ten and our parties were not known for continuing further into the night. We’d also contacted Debs to see if she wanted to come along, but she was on shift and unavailable. So, the only people who weren’t here were E and Connie. I made a mental note to speak to E about the Tatarabuela Gonzales and see if he wanted to have the protection that that offered.

People milled around in the kitchen and living room eating and drinking. Some were dancing to the music that Jules had playing in the house. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough to support conversation and to dance to if you had a mind. A couple of people did.

I grilled until all the meat was done and in warming trays in the kitchen, where people were making their selections.

“Caleb,” I turned to find the neighbors standing a few feet away.

“When do you leave for the vacation?” Jane asked.

“In the morning,” I said. “Sarah’s parents are picking her up around ten I think, and we’ll go at the same time.”

“We’ll keep an eye on the house for you,” she said. “Hopefully those relaxation techniques you taught us will help us get madam here off to sleep.”

“I’m sure they will,” I said. “You just need to persevere.”

“Perhaps when you get back…” Chris said, he left the sentence hanging.

“Let’s talk then,” I said smiling at them, as I was buttonholed by Angela.

“Can we talk?” she asked.

“We can,” I said, “but is here the place you want to talk?”

She looked around and sighed.

“We’re coming over one night the week we’re back,” she said. “No arguments.”

“Sure,” I said, still wondering what was going on with this pair.

“Is everything alright with you and Bob?” I asked.

She smiled at me.

“It couldn’t be better,” she said. “But we… no, we’ll talk when we come over. Okay?”

“Okay,” I said.

Angela leaned in and kissed me, before moving back to her boyfriend, who seemed completely unfazed.

I heard a knock on the door and answered it to E and Connie. They were standing on the porch looking like drowned rats.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Car ran out of gas,” said E. “Three blocks over.”

“And it’s raining,” said Connie, looking through stringy soaked hair at me.

“Come on in,” I said. I led them to the master bedroom.

“Shower and towels in there,” I pointed to the bathroom. “I’ve got some jogging pants and T-shirts that’ll fit you, and I think some of the twins’ stuff will fit Connie. Get yourselves warm and dry and then come and get some food.”

There was another knock on the door, and I wondered who that would be. As far as I remembered everyone I’d invited had already arrived, everyone but…

“Marcia,” I said, pleased to see her. I was also intrigued to note her plus one.

“Mr. Stott,” said our architect, as he entered.

“Caleb,” I told him. “It’s a party.”

I decided then that I was hungry and moved into the kitchen to grab something to eat. Dana was in there talking with Ness and Melanie. They stopped talking as I entered, all three of them looking in my direction.

“Dana’s going to stay over,” said Ness. “Sue and George are going back to the dorms, which is in the opposite direction to Dana’s place. I’ll give her a ride home in the morning.”

“Awesome,” I said. “A sleep over. Do we get to play truth or dare?”

Dana giggled.

“If you want,” she said.

I grinned at her. “Can’t wait.” I said.

E and Connie joined us in the kitchen. Neither looked dressed for the party, but both were warm and almost dry. Connie’s hair was still damp, but no longer the rat’s tails that had been dripping rainwater down her face.

“Get something to eat,” I told them both, not needing to tell E twice. “I need a chat with you later though.” E nodded at me almost absently as he headed toward the food. Connie just smiled and shook her head.

“I’ll remind him,” she said.

Another knock at the door heralded the arrival of Dianna who I’d not expected to come. She’d brought someone too, Rosie.

“Rosie,” I said with a smile.

“I hope you don’t mind me partycrashing,” she said. “When SA Everson said she was coming to the party I asked if I could tag along.”

“Not at all,” I said. “Come in, grab some food and drink.

I raised an eyebrow at Dianna. “You and Rosie?” I asked her mentally.

“Don’t be an ass,” she said to me out loud and then walked into the kitchen to get something to eat and drink.

Someone had turned the music up a little and more people had started dancing. We’d pushed the furniture in the living room back against the wall and had a reasonable amount of space to use as a dance floor. Jules was playing DJ, playing tracks on her phone that she’d then routed through a Bluetooth sound system.

Mary came over and grabbed my hand.

“Let’s dance,” she said pulling me amongst the people dancing, just as the track changed to a slower number. We held each other, swaying gently in time to the music.

“This brings back memories,” she said, thinking of the first time we’d danced at my twentieth birthday party.

“It seems like such a long time ago,” I told her.

“Doesn’t it?” she said. “Do you ever think back and wonder what would have happened if…”

“If Harold hadn’t interrupted us?” I asked, she nodded.

“Not really,” I said. “It’s just been so full on, I’ve barely had time to keep up with what IS happening, let alone consider what MIGHT have happened. Although this does remind me, I need to find out about Harold.”

“What?” she said. “What about him?”

“I stripped his powers,” I said, “when I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. I don’t know if they were locked off or anything. I need to make sure that that isn’t going to fade over time. The last thing we want is for him to get his powers back. He’s in a norm prison so he’ll wreak havoc in there with powers.”

“Talk to Grandmother when we get back.” She said. “Perhaps go see him.”

“Anyway,” I said. “Let’s not talk about him. This is all about us.”

“You spoke to Arnie earlier?” she asked, and I raised an eyebrow.

“I saw his Aura this morning,” she said. “And again this evening. It was much more settled. You had time alone with him today, ergo, you spoke with him.”

“He’s starting to feel a little overwhelmed,” I said. “I think we need to slow down with him.”

Mary nodded. “I did wonder,” she said. “In many ways I’m kind of reminded of what we did, she’s pushing him, we all are, much in the same way that we pushed you, and look where that led us. At least let’s try to avoid making the same mistakes twice.”

“I think he’s going to talk to Sarah later.” I said.

“Did you warn her?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “It’s something that they need to sort out between themselves. My interference I think would be counterproductive. I actually think I’m part of the problem.”

“In what way?” she asked.

“Arnie still has some kind of feelings in my direction,” I said, “And I think he’s struggling to rationalize that he can feel that way about more than one person. The fact that I’m a guy doesn’t help because, no matter what, there are still stigma’s attached to that too.”

I looked around the room, Arnie, Danny, and Sarah were all sitting on one of the sofas talking. Their mood looked good although I could still some nervousness in Arnie’s aura. I had no doubt that Sarah could feel it from him, but she wasn’t pressing him. Danny was telling some kind of story and they all three laughed as I watched. From Arnie’s blush, I guessed that it was at his expense. I decided it was a story from his childhood that Danny was embarrassing him with in front of his fiancee.

The track finished, and we left the ‘dance floor’. I needed to chat with E and I saw that he and Connie were in the kitchen. E was working his way through a sizeable amount of food, while Connie was nursing a much more conservative plate.

“How are you two?” I asked grabbing a plate, and putting a couple of items on it, before taking a seat beside them.

“Everything is great,” said E. “I’m back on the first team, and my knee is perfect again. The Coach can’t believe my recovery. Coach is talking to PSU about a scholarship there for me for the remainder of my time. He says I might even get scouted if I’m lucky. There’s no way anyone will see me where I am just now.

“And how about you?” I asked Connie.

She smiled at me.

“I’m doing okay,” she said. “I’m almost finished at school, but I’m going to wait and see what happens with E before I decide what to do next.”

“I’m going to look after her,” E said proudly, putting his arm around his girl. If any other ‘jock’ had done this it would have been a ‘I’ll look after the little woman’ kind of gesture, a brash boast. But from E it was a genuine wish to care for the woman he loved, and had loved since he first realized what that meant. These two were destined to be together, and I loved the feelings I could sense from them.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you about,” I told E, glancing around to make sure that nobody was within listening range. There were people filtering in and out, to get to the food, but nobody was paying attention to us.

“Shoot,” he said.

I went on to explain about my trip to Spain, and how I’d come about the Tatarabuela Gonzales, and what her protection meant to me. E continued to eat as I spoke but Connie stopped and listened intensely.

“So this Tatary…” she began.

“Tatarabuela Gonzales,” I said.

“She can protect him?” she clarified.

“She can use his powers, and her experience, and make sure that he’s safe from other power users,” I told her.

“And she’s not going to like, take over?” she asked.

I smiled at her. We’d all obviously been watching too much television.

“No,” I said. “She wouldn’t. Think of it more as a security program running on your computer rather than a person living in your head,” I told E.

“What do I need to do?” E asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “If you want it, I’ll give it to you. If not – no harm, no foul. I can see you’ve been working hard on your shields but they still could be better. She can help you with that. Obviously if you do go ahead, we need you to keep the secret.”

“Of course,” E said. He thought for a few minutes, chewing ruminatively on a burger. Then he turned to Connie.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“I think you should,” she said. “If it helps to protect you, it’s a no brainer.”

E looked at me, finally stopping his relentless dismantling of the dwindling plate of food in front of him. I was surprised. I didn’t think he’d stop before he’d finished. I’d had serious concerns about the plate itself.

“Okay,” he said.

“You’ll need to drop your shields,” I said, and was gratified to note he did so with neither pause nor reluctance.

His shields raised again, far more effective and robust than they had been before.

“All done,” I said.

“Is that it?” he asked. I didn’t even feel anything.

“Look at your shield.” I told him and he did, whistling softly.

“That’s far better than I can do,” he said.

“No,” I said “It isn’t. That is exactly as good as you can make it, you’re just getting a little help. Now remember when James, or whoever, asks how you suddenly got better, tell them that I gave you some tips here at the party. No more than that.”

“No sweat,” he said. “I’m not going to let anyone else know about this.”

It was then that Jane walked into the kitchen. It was getting close to nine and she brought Kirsty over.

“Since she’s not going to see you for a week, how about Uncle Caleb says goodnight to his favourite niece.”

“Favourite niece?” I asked. “I don’t even like kids.”

Jane smiled at me as she handed me her child who, as usual, snuggled in. This time, unprompted, Kirsty planted a wet kiss on my cheek before resting her head on my shoulder.

I noted a change in Connie’s aura. It went a rich deep purple… oops.

“Well then,” I said gently kissing the top of Kirsty’s head. “Good night missy.”

I rocked the tot gently for a few minutes and, even through the noise and movement in the party house, she slipped into sleep.

“Will you put her to bed?” Jane asked me. “If you pass her over, she might wake.”

I looked a Jane immediately realizing that the question was about bedding, but not about Kirsty.

I looked to where Chris was standing by the kitchen door watching us.

“Come on,” she pressed, “I wont keep you long.”

Chris was smiling at me, and nodding slightly. Connie was watching the interplay between us, her eyes widening as she realized what was going on.

“Fine,” I said, heading for the door, and picking up an umbrella, so the child didn’t get soaked during our quick trip across the yard.

Kirsty didn’t stir in the cold night air, and Jane followed, snuggled close to me , ostensibly to share the umbrella. I noted Chris stayed in our house.

“Is Chris not joining us?” I asked.

“He’ll come over when you go back,” she said.

I looked into her mind, to ensure that Chris was fully in agreement with what was about to happen. I saw their conversation.

Go on,” Chris said. “I’m sure if you ask he’ll put Kirsty to bed. I know you want him again.”

“I do,” admitted Jane. “Is that bad?”

“Not at all,” Chris said. “I saw the way he played you the other night. I damn near wanted him to fuck me, and I loved taking you afterward. You always feel so amazing after you’ve cum that hard.”

Jane had blushed at that.

“I guess it will have to be quick,” she said.

“This time,” he’d countered. “I’m sure there will be more.”

Jane opened their kitchen door and we shook off the umbrellas as we entered their house. Without prompting I climbed the stairs and took Kirsty into her bedroom, stripping off her outer coat, under which she was wearing a sleep suit. I placed her gently in her bed, without waking her and pulled her covers up to make sure she didn’t get cold.

I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Night, beautiful,” I murmured to her. Then I turned to find Jane standing in the doorway, naked.

The light was off in Kirsty’s room, but there was a low level of illumination coming from Chris and Jane’s bedroom which outlined her body. She looked amazing and my body, which was by no means impartial, reacted instantly.

Jane stepped forward and took my hands in hers.

“I know you have duties to your guests,” she said, “so we can’t take long. I need you inside me again, please.”

Jane pulled me into her bedroom, and as the back of her legs hit her bed, she sat, her hands going to my belt.

It took her seconds to undo my belt, and extract my now rampant cock, taking it into her mouth and covering me in her saliva.

She giggled.

“I thought I might need to get you ready,” she said releasing me from between her lips, “but I guess not.”

Then she stood and turned, kneeling on the bed and presenting herself to me, like a mare presenting to a stallion at a stud farm.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Hard. Don’t worry about me, just take your pleasure. I need it. I need to feel you empty your balls into me.”

I slid my hands over her ass, and to her waist, pulling her gently towards me, my cock already locked on target of its own volition. Slowly I moved my hips forward until my glans brushed against her pussy lips, and she gave a small coo of pleasure.

“Yes,” she said. “Please. Inside me.”

I pressed forward, slipping easily between her drenched lips. The minimal lubrication she’d applied when I’d been in her mouth completely unnecessary since her pussy was already flooded with her own arousal. I didn’t stop until my belly was pressed against her ass, and I was completely inside her.

We both moaned as she clenched her muscles, grasping me in her liquid heat.

“Fuck me,” she said again. I obliged.

Grasping her hips I began, with a long slow stroke, which built quickly into my ramming myself into her brutally, while grabbing her and yanking her body back to meet me, our bodies meeting with meaty slaps each time I bottomed out inside her.

Jane grunted with each stroke, and no matter what she said, I could feel her climax building rapidly. I knew that if I kept up this pace neither of us would last more than a couple of minutes, and that is exactly what she wanted. I decided not to disappoint her.

Normally I wouldn’t have been able to hold on as long as I did, ramming myself into such a searing hot pussy. This wasn’t lovemaking, it wasn’t even sex. It was masturbation. I was using her pussy as a fleshlight to bring myself off as fast as was humanely possible, and Jane was delighted to be used.

I could feel my own climax building slightly faster than hers, and I knew that unless I did something to prevent it, I wouldn’t hold out long enough to make her cum. I did consider just allowing things to take their course, but decided that I couldn’t be that selfish. I held my own orgasm back, just long enough for Jane to reach hers and as she crested with a quiet sob, I released mine, pumping her spasming cunt full of my baby juice.

She felt my cum surging inside herself and a second, more powerful, orgasm hit triggered more by the knowledge I was potentially impregnating her than the actual sensations. It was then I realized that she, and Chris, were hoping that would actually be the case. This was some kind of fantasy of theirs. I didn’t reveal that there was no way I could get her pregnant, and did feel a slight twinge of indignance at them trying to trick me into fatherhood.

There was no malice to them though. As we both came down from our respective climaxes I saw that they had no intention of trying to tie me to a child. If she fell pregnant they would bring the baby up as their own, as they had with Kirsty. Even now they didn’t know if she was Chris’ baby or not, but that didn’t matter to either of them. As far as they were both concerned, she was their daughter, and they’d never admit otherwise.

Jane hummed in contentment.

“Thank you,” she said. “That was wonderful.” She turned and fell to her knees, taking me into her mouth and cleaning me of our combined fluids.

“Can’t let you go back stinking of sex,” she said with a smile.

When she was done, she pulled up my pants and tucked my cock away, giving a last gentle kiss to the front of my pants as I fastened my belt.

“We need to talk,” I said to her, “when we get back.”

She looked up at me, a worried expression on her face.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No,” I said. “That was wonderful, but even so…”

She nodded, and smiled uncertainly at me.

“You’d better get back.” She said. “Tell Chris I’m waiting?” she gave me a more certain grin, as she shuffled back onto her bed, and lay there like a cat basking in the sun.

“I’m sure he’ll be home directly,” I told her before leaving her bedroom. I looked in on the sleeping Kirsty before making my way downstairs and out of the house, crossing the two yards and re-entering my own house.”

I walked over to where Chris was sitting, talking to Danny.

“Chris,” I told him. He looked up at me, his face a little flushed. There was no way he didn’t know what had just happened over at his house, and he fully approved.

“You’re up,” I told him, in a parody of what I’d said the last time we’d got together.

He grinned at me, obviously getting the joke.

“Thanks Caleb,” he said. “And thanks for the invite. I’d best get back. Jane doesn’t like to be on her own for too long.”

He excused himself from Danny and made a swift exit.

I went back to the kitchen, strangely hungry again for some unknown reason.

“Tell me,” said Arnie coming up behind me, “that you didn’t just go and fuck your next door neighbor’s wife?”

“Technically they’re not married,” I said mildly, “And she’s my neighbor too. So I’m not sure how your semantics plays out.”

“You did?” he said his face a mix of emotions. I could see he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“You know I need to share too,” I said.

“So you made her…”

“No,” I snapped at him. “Never!!!”

He stepped back at the vehemence of my response.

I stepped into him.

“Just imagine,” I said quietly, “you’re a first grade school teacher, and someone comes to you and accuses you of having sex with one of your pupils. What you just said to me is exactly the same. You’re accusing me of rape.

“I would never do such a thing, and if I ever caught anyone doing it, I’d strip their powers and hand them over to the police.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean…”

“Yes,”I said, “you did. But it’s fine. I know everything coming at you right now is overwhelming, and half the time you don’t know what’s real and what’s part of our powers. You can’t even trust your own feelings because those can just as easily be manipulated.

“Trust me on two things though. The more you’re around powers, the more you’ll be able to recognize when people are using them both on you and on others. You’ll feel it, and learn to recognize it. Second, NOBODY, not me, Sarah, or anyone else will get away with using powers on you. Yes, we might do things like link your sensations so things are more interesting in the bedroom, and I’m sure you’ve felt one of us using powers as we go to sleep, to help us all get a good night’s rest. But you can rest assured that when it matters, nobody is going to take your, or anyone else’s, ability to choose for yourself away from you.

“Even with Danny, I tricked him into going to see the counsellor, I didn’t force him. He could easily have ignored the promise he made. I knew he wouldn’t, but he still had that choice.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“Sarah loves you,” I said. “We love you. None of us would do anything to hurt you. But, it doesn’t mean that we’re going to take away your freedom to make your own choices, your own mistakes. We’ll try and guide you but, once again, remember that we’re all about the same age, so our wisdom probably isn’t any better than yours. We’ll also try and mitigate any fallout from bad decisions you make. You are, however, free to make them, as many and as often as you like.”

Sarah came over, sensing some tension between Arnie and I.

“What’s up?” she said looking from him to me.

“We’re just talking,” I said.

“I’m just being a dick,” said Arnie. “I’m sorry.”

“I think you two need to talk,” I said, “I’ll leave you to it.”

Taking my plate of food, I moved out of the kitchen and into the living room, joining Ness and her ‘posse’

Tiffany immediately brightened up as I went over. Ness, standing beside her, rolled her eyes.

“Hi Caleb,” Tiffany chirped a beaming smile on her face.

“Hey,” I said. “Sorry, I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” I directed this last remark to the two others in the mini party.

“Neil”, said one holding out his hand for me to shake,

“I’m Samantha,” said the other, also holding out her hand. I shook them both in turn.

“So,” I said. “How’s culinary school?”

“It got off to a rocky start,” said Neil. “Our lecturer got arrested on our first day. I don’t know if Ness told you.”

“He was there,” said Tiffany. “Don’t you remember?”

“Oh,” said Samantha. “No, I don’t remember seeing him. But that day is a little hazy. Do you actually know what went on?”

I shook my head. “Nope,” I said. “I was only there to drop off some stuff to Ness, and saw him get dragged off. I have no idea why.”

“It’s been good since then though,” said Neil. “We were lucky to get put in a group with Ness though. She’s brilliant.”

“I’m not going to argue,” I said. “The first time I met her, she cooked like an angel. She’s only got better since then.”

Ness, blushed but grinned at me.

“Ness says you cook,” gushed Tiffany.

“I can boil water,” I said, “without burning it too often.”

“Maybe one day you’ll show us what you can do?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at me, her meaning more than clear.

I looked at Ness again and she was both rolling her eyes and grinning at the same time.

“Perhaps,” I said noncommittally.

The conversation moved onto food, and the types that they liked to cook and eat, and then they brought up the lesson we’d had with Gordon Ramsay.

“Did he shout at you a lot?” asked Neil.

“Not at all,” I said. “He swore a couple of times, but not at us. I guess it’s just words he’s used to saying, like we might say darn or shoot. He’s from Scotland and from what I hear that’s kind of normal behaviour there.

“He was really really nice,” said Ness. “He told Caleb he could get a job in any kitchen in the country.”

They all looked at me.

“Wow,” said Neil “Are you going to?”

“Nope” I said. “Food is a hobby, not a passion, for me. Ness is the chef in our family.”

“What are you going to do?” asked Samantha.

“I’m hopefully joining the FBI,” I said.

“So are you jealous,” asked Tiffany to Ness, “that he didn’t say that to you?”

Ness laughed, as did I.

“He offered Ness a job,” I said. “Told her to call him and he’d employ her in any of his restaurants.”

The jaws of all three of them dropped.

I caught a little irritation from Ness. Oops…I guess I wasn’t supposed to let that one slip.

Sorry!” I sent to her. She smiled at me.

It’s fine,” she returned.

“What are you going to do?” asked Tiffany looking at her friend.

“I’m going to go home and enjoy my vacation,” said Ness, neatly closing the door on the subject.

“What are you guys doing for the break?”

The conversation moved on and, after a few minutes, I excused myself and went back into the kitchen. I wanted another drink. I’d been sticking to soda all night. Apart from the almost traditional beer in the evenings, I almost never drank. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been drunk, and I wasn’t even sure I could get drunk any more.

Connie and E were still in the kitchen. E was taking another turn at the food, which was starting to get low.

Connie grinned at me as I entered.

“Tell me you just didn’t go and do the neighbor?” she said.

“Not just, no,” I said looking at my watch. “It was about a half hour ago.”

E grinned. “You old dog,” he said. “Do your girls not mind?”

“More to the point does her husband not mind?”

“They invited me,” I said. “They’re kind of swingers.”

“Wow,” said E. “And your girls?”

“Are happy to see me happy. It’s still new, so it counts as sharing.”

“Don’t you ever get jealous?” asked Connie. “If they ‘share?’”

“I did in the beginning,” I said, “I got myself tied up in all kinds of knots about it. But things are different now.”

“In what way?” asked E

“Look at Connie,” I said to him, and he did. “Look into her eyes. Can you see how much love she has for you, how ‘in love’ she is with you?”

He studied her for a moment, and then blushed.

“I can,” he said. “Sometimes I worry I’m not… I don’t deserve it.”

“And do you feel the same for her?” I asked.

They looked at each other again, and he nodded. Connie smiled at him.

“When you know that,” I said, “then the rest becomes easy. You wouldn’t get upset if Connie went and played tennis or squash with someone else, or had a meal out. Connie doesn’t get upset about you getting hot and sweaty on the field with twenty one other guys, and then going and getting in a group shower or bath afterward. You both know that, no matter what happens, the other is coming home to you, and their love for you is unassailable.

“You also know that we could make it so you,” I indicated E, “can’t get a girl pregnant until you want to, and you,” I indicated Connie, “won’t get pregnant until you want to. E is resistant to just about any infection and if Connie caught something then we can cure it without difficulty. So why not go out and enjoy life. If one of you finds something they like with someone new, bring that home, and play with it, so that the other can enjoy it too.

“But always remember that you are each other’s number one. If they call, no matter what, you drop what, or who, you are doing and go to them. Never disrespect them or allow any of your lovers, if you have any, to do so.”

“I don’t think it’ll be an issue.” said E. “I’m not an empath so…”

“Tell me you’re not going to be going to away games, on tours, training camps, and the like?” I asked him.

“Well, yes, but…”

“And is Connie going to be coming with you?” I asked him.

“Probably not,” he said. “Not to all of them.”

“And while you’re away, are you going to ban her from eating?” I asked.

“What?” he said.

“And are you also not going to eat?”

“What are you talking about?” asked E, but Connie had taken my meaning almost immediately.

“He’s saying,” she said, “that sex is just a biological need, like eating. How many footballers and their wives split up because one or other had affairs while he was on the road. You’re going to be surrounded by groupies, cheerleaders, vultures. And I’m going to be home alone, potentially with an itch to scratch and probably some vultures of my own too.”

“I’m saying,” I said, “that most trouble that people get into in those situations is trying to hide that they had sex with someone who wasn’t their significant other. Blackmail and threats are used to drive wedges between them. I just went next door and had a good time, and hopefully Jane did too. Now if she were to come over here and demand something from me, using the fact we’d had sex to threaten me, I’d simply point her in the direction of one of my girls, probably Amanda, because she’d get off hearing about it. It wouldn’t cause trouble in my family, because in the scheme of things it doesn’t matter. My girls are always going to be my number one, and Jane will always be a poor substitute. I’ll be as kind and considerate and respectful as I can toward her, but if it’s a choice…”

“I see,” said E. “I’m not sure I could think about things in that way,”

“It’s just something for you to think about,” I told them both. “It explains how we do what we do, not necessarily how you should live your lives.”

Connie was looking thoughtful.

“We have sex twice a week, minimum,” she said. “And I blow you almost every day.” E blushed and spluttered, surprised that she’d share such personal information.

“Are you saying that you will be able to go without?” she asked him. “For weeks even months at a time while you are on training camp or on the road? You think your right hand will be enough? Especially when you have all those big titted cheerleaders like Cindy Bimbo throwing themselves at you. What happens when you have a night out, and a few drinks, and wake up with one of them in bed with you?”

“It won’t…” he began.

“It might,” she said. “And I’d rather you came home and told me all about it than tried to hide it.”

“I’m not saying you’ll go out looking,” she told him, “but we both know what goes on. Also, you’re less likely to get caught up in risky behavior, where you party and end up being accused of rape. Better you take a girl out for a nice dinner, and then back to your hotel for a nice night for both of you.”

E regarded Connie with wide eyes.

“You’re saying…”

“I’m saying we need to discuss this further,” she said. “Nothing is getting settled tonight. But you and I have a life to build together. I want to be a part of your life as long as we both shall live and all that. I love you, and if I was going to be by your side every day and in your bed every night, perhaps we wouldn’t need to have this conversation, although perhaps we might like a bit of spice occasionally. Since we know that your career is going to mean that we are going to spend significant amounts of time apart, we need to plan for that. To make sure that no matter what happens, we, you and me, are solid, and our love is unassailable.

“I also think that Caleb should do to you, what he did to me, to make you unable to father children until we want them. If you would.” She directed that last at me.

“He only has to ask.” I told her.

“I need to think about this more,” said E, putting his now empty plate down on the table. For once I think he’d lost his appetite.

“That’s a good sign,” I said. “I’ll leave you to discuss this. I’m going to go mingle.” I grinned at the pair of them, before standing up, snagging another soda, and moving into the living room.

I spotted Sarah and Arnie having and earnest discussion. Danny was still talking to Dianna. I moved to Dana, who was sitting on one of the sofas, nursing a drink.

“Dance?” I asked. She smiled up at me.

“Love to,” she said, and took my outstretched hand.

All the tracks were now slow ones, I noticed that Jules had put a playlist to play on her phone and was busy chatting with the other guests.

Dana pressed up against me as we danced.

“I’ve missed this,” she said, looking up at me.

“Gracie’s been away for some time?” I asked.

She nodded. “A couple of weeks,” she said.

“Is she undercover?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “She’s consulting on an investigation. It’s your fault.”

“My fault?” I asked.

“If you hadn’t given her all that accountancy knowledge…” she said smiling up at me.

“Ah,” I said. “Sorry about that.”

Dana laughed lightly. “I’m just pulling your chain. She’s doing really well and in line for a promotion. I’m really proud of her.”

“But that doesn’t keep your bed warm at night,” I said. “Or give you someone to talk to.”

“She calls every night,” she said. “But no, its not the same.”

“Well you’re staying here tonight,” I said. “So you won’t be alone.”

“Can I sleep in with you guys?” she asked. “I miss holding someone in bed.”

I did a quick poll of the girls. Unsurprisingly none objected.

“Of course,” I said after a moment. She smiled up at me and then reached up and kissed me. It was a long, sweet kiss, and she seemed to have no regard for the others in the room, some of whom were taking notice.

Tiffany’s eyes were wide as she watched. I saw her turn to Ness and ask her something. Ness looked in our direction and smiled. I didn’t hear what she said, but I could guess.

“I’m sorry,” said Dana, breaking the kiss. “Sometimes I just can’t resist you.”

I smiled at her. “Nothing to be sorry for. I enjoy your kisses. You have no idea how good it is for my ego when girls say things like that to me to.”

She grinned.

Dianna approached me and tapped me on the shoulder.

“I’m heading out,” she said when I turned to face her.

“Okay,” I said, “Thanks for coming.”

She grinned at me. “I’ll see you when you get back,” she said. “I’ve also heard that you’re going to be invited in for the next stage sometime before Christmas.

“All ready?” I asked. “I thought it took longer than that?”

“Maggie and Frank are, shall we say, greasing the wheels,” she said. “It’s not going to be any easier for you to get in, but the process will probably take less time. You won’t be invited to the Portland office though, you’ll have to go to a different office. Since we’re related and know you, it needs to be an impartial assessment.”

“No problem,” I said. “Thanks.”

“Night Dana,” said Dianna, surprising the younger girl with a hug.

While Dianna was occupying Dana, Sue took the opportunity to grab me.

“Dance with me?” she asked. I glanced in Dana’s direction and she smiled and nodded stepping back. We’d danced a couple of tracks and she didn’t want to monopolize me.

Sue gathered me up and we started to dance, or rather sway to the music while she pressed against me.

“You’re an amazing guy,” she said. “You know that?”

“Yes.” I said with a grin.

She laughed at me.

“How’s things with you and George?”

“Amazing,” she said. “We’ve set a date, after we graduate. He’s already got a job offer, and I’m have several interviews in the pipeline. As long as we both get the grades we want, we’re golden.”

“Do we get an invite?” I asked. She looked into my eyes.

“I was going to ask you,” she said. “To give me away.”

“What?” I said surprised. “Isn’t that supposed to be the father of the bride?”

“My stepdad is an asshole,” she said. “He’s not even invited to the wedding. When I was big, he was always calling me names and belittling me, and the last time I went home, after I lost the weight, he tried to get into my pants.”

“Wow,” I said surprised.

“So,” she said. “Will you?”

“If I can be there,” I said. “I will. You’ll have to give me the date as soon as you can.”

“July 4th,” she said grinning.

“Really?” I said surprised.

“I’m having my own ‘Independence Day’,” she said. “Getting away from that asshole.”

I laughed. “Good for you,” I said. “I’ll make sure I keep it free.”

“Of course all your girls are invited,” she said. “No matter how many you have by then.”

I laughed at her again. “I think I’m about maxed out,” I said.

“Well whatever. However many you want to bring, its an open invite. Just let us know the numbers before the time. Okay?”

“I will, thanks.”

The track finished and Sue turned and beckoned to her fiancé. He came over.

“We’re going to head off,” she said. “I know you’re not a fan of late nights and, to be honest, I have an appointment with a large slab of man which I’m looking forward to.”

I grinned at George.

“And what are you going to be doing?” I asked. Sue slapped my arm.

“Asshole,” she laughed. George just grinned at me.

Sue leaned in and kissed my cheek.

“See you in a couple of weeks,” she said. George shook my hand, and they both left.

I turned and almost bumped into Tiffany.

“Would you like to dance?” she asked rather nervously.

“Sure,” I said, and she plastered herself against me.

I could feel her nerves and knew that after what she’d seen Dana do, she was building up the nerve to try a kiss too. Ness had told her that I was a great kisser and nobody would mind, least of all me.

I glanced over at Ness who grinned at me.

“Rock her world,” she sent to me, with an image which made me smile internally.

It took almost the full track before Tiffany worked up her courage. She reached up and, taking my face in her hands, pressed her lips to mine.

She was not the best kisser I’d ever experienced, nor was she the worst. I allowed her tongue into my mouth and gently battled it, while she ground herself against me.

Then I extended a tendril into her mind and triggered a moderately large orgasm.

Tiffany stiffened, her eyes going wide, as spasms wracked her body. I had to hold her up, to prevent her falling to the floor, as she twitched and writhed.

It took her a couple of minutes before she could support her own weight. I’d held her in the kiss, mainly to stop her orgasmic scream from alerting everyone to what was going on, although several people had heard her squeak and had seen her spasms. None of them were crass enough to make a big deal of it though.

I noticed Amanda grinning at me from across the room, and Ness was talking to a wide eyed Neil and Samantha.

When she was safe on her legs, I released her. Giving her a final peck on the lips.

“Thank you,” I said, “that was nice.”

I didn’t hear her response, or rather she didn’t formulate a coherent response, merely nodding to me and stumbling back to where Ness, Neil, and Samantha were waiting for her. Almost immediately she excused herself heading for the bathroom. Ness grinned at me again.

“Caleb,” Danny was standing beside me.

“Hey.” I said.

“It’s time I was going,” he said. “I’m taking Arnie’s early lesson in the morning, so he can be here to see Sarah off.”

I nodded to him. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll see you when I get back. My check ride is booked for mid week, so hopefully that will get that out of the way and I can get on with the other stuff.”

“Looking forward to it.” He said. “I’ve also heard rumour that the NTSB are going to release the preliminary report on the crash in a couple of weeks. They found the prop.

“Well that’s good,” I said. “Any thoughts on what caused it?”

“I’m waiting for the report,” he said. “Although a friend of mine says it’s not looking good for the school I rented the plane from.”

“Oh really?” I asked.

“He wouldn’t say more,” he said. “But if I had to guess, there’s some kind of maintenance irregularity. If that’s the case then we, as in our school, is free and clear, although there never was any indication of fault in our case. Arnie, as the instructor, is clear, and you might be in for a nice little windfall.”

“I’d be happy just to know it’s not going to happen to someone else.” I said. “A lesser pilot or instructor could have died in that circumstance.”

He nodded.

“As soon as I know anything, I’ll let you know,” he said. “Thanks for the invite again. It’s been fun. I’ll see you when you get back.”

He patted me on the back and headed for the door. I assumed he’d already said his goodbyes to Arnie and Sarah.

“That was awesome,” Ness said coming up and putting her arms around me, starting to sway in time with the current music playing.

“Is she okay?” I asked.

“She’ll treasure that memory for a long time,” she said. “But I’m certain she’ll want another piece of you.”

“You’re getting as bad as Amanda,” I chided her gently, “trying to set me up.”

“It’s really horny watching you with new people,” Ness said. “Is that bad of me?”

“As long as you’re having a good time,” I said. “and nobody is getting hurt, then no it isn’t. But what about you. Are you looking to broaden your horizons?”

She shook her head.

“Not really,” she said. “I’m happy enough to play with you, and the girls. But I told you once that the only cock I wanted was yours, and that’s still the case.”

“What about when I’m away for a long time, or you’re working six days a week in a restaurant?”

“Then I won’t have time, and you’d better make it up to me when we’re together.”

“I’ll do that,” I said. “But remember, if you ever do feel the need, then don’t hold back on my account. As long as you come home to me, I’ll be happy to see you’re not left frustrated.”

“I know,” she said. “But I don’t think it’ll ever happen.”

“I think your friends are leaving,” I told Ness and she turned to see. Neil, Samantha, and Tiffany were gathering their things.

“You guys going?” she said approaching them. I followed at a slight distance.

“Yeah,” said Neil. “It’s getting late and we’re about an hour’s drive away.

“Well,” I said, “thanks for coming.”

Ness gave a mental snort at that. Tiffany glanced in my direction and blushed.

“See you after the break,” Neil said to Ness. I could see he wanted to give her a hug goodbye. It looked like he had a bit of a thing for her. Samantha, apparently, was just a friend, although I’d thought they were more.

Ness simply waved to them as they left.

“He’s sweet on you,” I said. “Did you know?”

She nodded. “He’s a nice guy. And Sam really likes him. If only he’d notice her.”

“Ah,” I said. “She has eyes for him, and he only had eyes for you?”

She nodded, a little sadly.

“And do you think that him seeing me with Tiffany might give him hope?” I asked. “He might think that you’ll get bored with a womanizing asshole like me.”

“Shit,” she said. “I never thought of that. Still, if I’m dropping out of school then I won’t be seeing him again so it won’t really matter.”

“So, you’ve decided?” I asked.

She nodded. “You think you can get me a look in at Coquine?”

“Definitely,” I said. “I did a little peeking and he’s looking for someone to take under his wing.”

“Is that all he’s looking for?” she asked. “I’m not interested if he’s some dirty old sleaze looking to abuse his position.”

“Not from what I saw,” I said. “Besides, I think he’s gay.”

“I’m serious,” she said. “He tries anything I’ll cut his cock off.”

“Wow,” I said. “You have a poor opinion of people.”

“I just heard stories about people being ‘taken under people’s wing’,” she said.

“Well, if anything like that does happen,” I said. “Then simply contact us and we’ll deal with it in the moment, and then tell Pops.”

She grinned maliciously.

“Okay,” she said.

I looked around the room. More and more people had drifted off. Marcia and Aaron had already left, I guessed while I was at the neighbor’s house, I could see E and Connie looking around. Their aura told me that they, too, were thinking of leaving. The only thing stopping them was the fact that their car was three blocks away and out of gas.

“Why don’t you guys stay over,” I said. “We have a spare room, and I can take you to get gas for your car in the morning before we leave.”

They looked at each other.

“The door has a lock,” I said. “You’ll be perfectly safe.”

Connie smiled. “I never thought otherwise,” she said. “But we have no stuff here. No clothes, toiletries, toothbrushes, and the like.”

“There are new ones in the ensuite in your room,” I told her. “You can throw your clothes in the washer overnight so it will be clean for the morning, and Ness will cook breakfast for you.”

“Thanks,” said E. “That would be great.”

“You know the way to a guy’s heart,” Connie said to me, grinning. I laughed.

Finally everyone that was going to leave, had left. Ness and I tidied the kitchen up while the rest of the girls, aided by E, Connie, Arnie, and Dana, cleaned up in the living room. Since it was still hammering it down outside I left the trash bags by the back door in the kitchen.

I showed E and Connie to the guest room and where to find everything they needed. Arnie was talking to Sarah.

“Would you mind,” I heard him ask her quietly, “if we slept in our room tonight?”

She looked at him, and smiled. “That would be amazing,” she said.

I smiled, giving her a mental high five.

A cold wash of air hit me as I was just starting my shower. I turned to see Dana, standing behind me, looking me up and down, hunger in her eyes.

“The girls said you wouldn’t mind,” she said.

I smiled at her.

“I don’t” I said.

She moved to me, pulling me to her, and kissed me, just like she had on the dance floor. Both our bodies reacted and we rubbed against each other, the shower water and pre lubricating our erect flesh where they pressed between us.

Before she could react, I turned her around and pressed her to the shower wall. She squeaked, the tiles probably a little cold, but I ignored that as I dropped to my knees. I wanted so much to taste her, and wasted no time, sliding my lips over the head of her cock, and pressing forward, until my nose was pressed against her belly. She tasted divine, and I could feel her cock twitch as it delivered small spurts of precum onto my tongue, which I greedily lapped against the underside of her meat.

I breathed through my nose, relishing the musky scent of her body, then pulled back, almost all the way off of her cock, and pressed forward again, taking her to the root once more.

Dana moaned, her hands in my hair, guiding me, her hips starting a gentle undulation as her instincts started to assert themselves.

I reached behind her, grabbing her ass and pulled her into me even deeper, sucking harder, working my tongue over her glans and the length of her to maximize her pleasure.

“Caleb,” she said. “It’s been so long. I’m not going to be able to hold out,”

I let her cock pop out of my mouth.

“Don’t” I said. “Let me pleasure you.”

I lifted her cock, to give me access to her smooth and tight balls, lapping at them and gently sucking first one, then the other and finally both into my mouth lathering them with my tongue. She moaned again.

I could tell that she was getting close, and, releasing her balls from my mouth, licked back up the length of her cock before taking her length in my mouth once more. This time I started a rhythmic movement back and forward, my hands on her ass pulling her into my mouth, making her face fuck me.

She soon got the idea, and once more, hands on my head, began to take control, thrusting into my mouth. I flattened my tongue and then curled it along the length of her cock, giving it the maximum stimulation as I suckled at her delicious tool.

“AAAHHHH” was the only warning I got before a burst of salty sweet goodness flooded my mouth. I felt her ass cheeks tense as she spasmed, shooting globs of thick sticky spunk into my mouth, which I accepted with relish.

I tried to hold onto it all but there was just too much, and it was either swallow some or lose it, and I didn’t want to waste a single drop of her nectar, and so I swallowed her seed down with a gulp as she continued cumming, filling my mouth for a second and then third time.

Finally she was done and she slumped against the wall of the shower, panting.

I stood once more, and brought my face to hers. She kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth and tasting herself on my tongue.

“If I wasn’t so much in love with Gracie,” she said.

“Which is how it should be,” I responded smiling as we kissed again.

We spent the next few minutes washing each other off. I’d already come earlier in the evening and, although I could easily have gone a second round, Dana’s knees were weak and she seemed a little out of it.

We dried and left the bathroom, still naked, before climbing into bed. I could hear the other girls finishing up outside and soon they came in and started on their night time routines. I lay, contentedly in the middle of the bed, Dana pressed up against my side, waiting for the sleep I knew that was just moments away. I felt Dana move and assumed she was just making space for one of the girls, until a wet heat enveloped my cock. I looked down as I felt the blood rush to my quickly stiffening organ.

Dana’s eyes twinkled at me as she felt me hardening in her mouth. She released me just long enough to speak.

“My turn,” she said with a grin.

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