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Caleb 31 – Unbound

I had butterflies in my stomach as we drove to the airstrip to meet the jet. I had decided to take my truck and park there so that we wouldn’t have to inconvenience anybody else when we got back. I was so nervous, I very nearly forgot Ness’s birthday present. Only a timely comment from Jules spared me that embarrassment; it was a cautionary tale, but I wasn’t in any state to learn the lesson.

The jet was parked on the apron when we arrived at the airport, but Gerry was nowhere to be seen. Jules called him. He was on his way and would be there in about fifteen minutes. Despite that small delay, we were in the air less than forty minutes later.

The flight was uneventful; we arrived at the farm just under three hours later. Mary and Amanda had both been steadying me with their power, and Jules had held my hand most of the way up. I had no idea why I was so nervous, and yet I felt nauseated. The closer I got to the farm, the worse I felt.

When we pulled up at the front of the house, things got so bad that I nearly puked; I couldn’t even sense whether the twins had eased up. I sat in the car while all the girls got out, and then I sidled out. Terra was standing by the car, waiting for me, her tail wagging gently. While the other dogs were mugging the three girls, Terra simply walked up to me and pushed her head into my hand. I knelt in front of her and petted her head. She huffed gently into my face and then dropped her head and pushed against my chest. It made me feel better.

I looked across to the house, and Pops and Cheryl were standing on the porch, smiling. Of Ness, there was no sign.

I picked up my bag and one other - I don’t remember whose - and walked across to them. Pops gave me a brief hug. I got a longer hug and a peck on the cheek from Cheryl.

“Good to see you,” she said. “You look about how Ness does right now.”

“Where is she?” I asked.

“Hiding in her room,” said Pops. “She’s been like a cat on hot bricks all morning.”

“I know how she feels,” I murmured - half to myself, but they heard all the same.

“Go talk to her,” said Pops. “Her birthday is on Tuesday. Use the time before then to talk through everything. Jules also tells me that you are going to try and remove the bond while you are here?”

“Yes,” I said. “I want to do that today, before I do anything else. That way I can rebuild the connection and make sure everything is good before we leave. I am confident it will all go to plan, but even then, it’s going to be uncomfortable for all of us, at least for a short while.”

“Okay then,” said Pops. “Go talk to Ness and bring her down for dinner.”

The girls stayed with Dean and Cheryl, and I walked with trepidation up the stairs. Ness’s bedroom door was closed, and I knocked on it timidly.

The door opened and she stood there, gazing up at me.

“Caleb,” she said quietly.

“Can I come in?” I asked. She nodded, stepping away from the door. She went and sat on the edge of her bed. I felt a distance between us that I hadn’t felt before. I wondered if Jules had been right about her having found someone else.

“Ness,” I said. “You and I have a lot to talk about.”

“It’s alright,” she said. “I figured it out. There’s no need to worry.”

I stopped, a little confused. “Figured what out?” I asked.

“That you were going to come and have this talk with me,” she said. “About how it was not such a good idea us being together, and how we are just…”

“Ness?” I interrupted her. “What are you prattling on about?”

“I felt it,” she said. “In the bond. How you were getting so nervous about talking to me.”

“And you thought that meant I didn’t…”

“Doesn’t it?” she asked, almost angrily.

“Nothing could be further from the truth,” I said. “Ness, I love you, and desperately want you to be with us. I was scared to talk to you because I have things to tell you that might mean that you might change your mind. I so want you, and I so want this week - your birthday - to be perfect for you.

“If I’m honest, I’m a little scared about our first time together too. I am so desperate for you to have the experience that you deserve that I’m scared I’ll disappoint you.”

“So, you still want me?” she asked in the smallest voice.

“For as long as you want to be with us,” I reassured her, “I - we - want you.”

She flung her arms around me and bawled into my shirt for a few minutes while I held her, trying to comfort her.

“We still have stuff to do,” I said, “and to talk about. But it is all going to be up to you. The decision will be completely yours, after our talk, if you still want to join us.”

“You’re talking about you having sex with other people, outside the group?” she asked.

“Among other things,” I said. “Let’s go downstairs and settle everyone down. Your parents are worried for you, as are Jules and the girls. Cheryl has dinner ready. Then we need to sort out the bond. Then the four of us need to spend some quality time together and discuss all we need to talk about. After that, you have a decision to make.”

“You know I already made it,” she said, looking at me earnestly.

“I want to make sure,” I replied. “There is so much that I need you to be sure of, and something else that Jules reminded me of the other day. I want you to know one hundred percent what you are signing up for - because once I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

She gave me a lop-sided smile then. “I thought this meant we had already decided all that.” She held up her hand, where she was wearing the engagement ring.

“That’s a statement of intent,” I replied. I held out my hand. “Come on, let’s go down.”

“You go,” she said. “I want to wash my face first. I’ll be down in a second.”

I walked back down the stairs and joined the others in the kitchen.

“Where’s Ness?” asked Mary.

“Just washing her face,” I said. “She felt my nerves through the bond and convinced herself that I was going to break off our engagement.”

Cheryl put her hand to her mouth. “Why would she think that?” she asked. “And why were you nervous?”

“Lots of reasons,” I said. “We need to have a serious chat about our lifestyle, after which Ness may decide that it isn’t for her. I need to drop all the bonds in order to remove the one that is causing us issues. I am certain I can do it, but there are nerves about that too. And…” I didn’t finish that thought.

Cheryl looked at me “And?”

I shook my head. “Never mind,” I said.

“He’s afraid that he’ll disappoint her in the bedroom,” said Jules. “There has been so much build up to it she must have major expectations. And now, he has to deliver.”

“I can’t see that being a problem,” giggled Cheryl.

I groaned and put my head in my hands. At that point Ness came into the kitchen. She went and hugged the twins, then Jules. Then she came and stood in front of me.

“I don’t have any expectations,” she said, lifting my chin and gazing into my face. “I just need to know, in that moment, that you love me. If I feel that, then I will be the happiest girl alive.” Before I could react, she gave me a quick kiss on my lips. It was almost chaste.

She sat down beside me at the table, and we began to eat dinner.

We fell into our normal routine after that. We all helped to clear up after dinner, and then, as expected, Dean grabbed the beers and headed out onto the deck. I duly followed. It was cold, but that didn’t seem to bother him, and it didn’t really bother me either.

“I hear that a white supremacist compound got raided in Montana,” he said as I sat down and picked up my beer.

“Where did you hear that?” I asked.

“Vince,” he said. “He said that there is a lot of chatter about a new power user. You’re being noticed, Caleb.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?” I asked.

“Both,” he said. “Keep your eyes open and your wits about you. Watch your six.”

“I try to,” I said. “The girls are all learning martial arts with me now. I’ve got a new trick to give them a head start, too. They’ll still have to work their muscles, but they’ll be fast-tracked on the knowhow.”

“Good idea,” he said, “and also, wow, that’s one hell of a new trick. Can you shoot?”

“I’ve never really tried,” I replied.

“I’ll teach you,” he said. “I guess the FBI will want you to learn, but I can show you things that their instructors will not. I know people have strong opinions about guns, but I hope you don’t think that your powers are going to let you take some special moral stance. You go into law enforcement or the military, and you don’t have that luxury anymore, period. If the brass says you carry, you carry. If they say you don’t, you keep one close anyway.”

I got the feeling that he was avoiding talking about Ness, and I understood. No father wants to talk to the daughter’s boyfriend about him taking her virginity.

We finished our beers in silence, and then, contrary to normal habit, we went back into the house and joined the girls in the living room. It was too cold for them to come out onto the deck.

As we sat down, Amanda looked up and asked, “When are you going to deal with the bond?”

“I was thinking we could either do it tonight, or tomorrow morning.” I replied. “Tonight may be better, because then we will have an entire night to recover.

“Even if I get it perfect,” I warned them, “breaking the bond will be upsetting for all of us - not debilitating, though. I will rebuild it as soon as I can, but you are used to the feelings coming through the bond, and you will feel their loss. We all will.

“I’ll need to break your bonds first,” I said to Ness and Jules, “and then I’ll remove our bond. Then I’ll be able to rebuild the connection between us all. I think I’ll have to do it one at a time, but it should be fairly quick.

“Okay then.” I took a deep breath and braced myself. “Are you ready?”

They all nodded. I felt Mary and Amanda’s power flare, and love washed over everyone there. I saw Cheryl’s eyes widen. The twins weren’t holding back.

Closing my eyes, I visualized the bonds. There were two broad, purple highways connecting me and the twins, and two smaller, narrower tracks, branching off those highways, that connected to Jules and Ness. I disconnected those first.

I heard someone gasp- Ness, I guessed - but I didn’t let it distract me.

I looked at the two highways and examined their insertion into my mind. I followed them to each of the girls’ minds, and examined those insertions too. They were exactly as I had seen them in my dream. I imagined that without causing any discomfort, pain or upset, the insertions withdrew from all our minds simultaneously. I visualized the bond as a sentient creature, gently withdrawing its tentacles from where it was gripping into us, slowly and carefully, so as not to cause any harm. Suddenly, the bond was gone. I felt the loss. The connection between Amanda, Mary and I was no more. Were it not for the love and support coming from the twins, I was certain that it would’ve hurt - not the debilitating agony that we had suffered when I had rendered myself psychically invisible, but just the loss of connection - almost like the death of a loved one.

I needed to rebuild a connection between us. I wasn’t going to refer to it as a bond, because we weren’t going to be tied together. It was going to be a much better, more useful connection.

I envisioned a connection with all the girls - Mary, Amanda, Jules and Ness. I imagined that we would be able to send thoughts and feelings to each other in exactly the same way as we had been able to before. In essence, I wanted to give our group Telepathy, even though four of us didn’t natively have that power. The power for the ‘network’ would come from me, Mary and Amanda, and would be negligible when split three ways. I envisioned that we, with the permission of the people involved, would be able to see and hear what they saw and heard, and know exactly where they were at any time. If the connection was blocked for some reason, then it would have no detrimental effect on anyone, other than the fact that they would be aware that someone was missing off the ‘network.’ Any one of us could choose to block out the network completely if we wanted privacy, or we could simply choose not to ‘send’ any information, but keep the connection so we were available should one of the others want to contact us. I tried to think of everything I would want, but realized that I didn’t need to be to exhaustive. I could always add things on later if I thought they were necessary, and they were possible.

Once I had the model of the ‘network’ in my mind, I imagined that it was so - that we had that very connection, and that each of us was fully aware of it, and of how to use it.

I opened my eyes. All four girls were looking at me wide-eyed.

I looked at Pops and Cheryl. “It’s done,” I said.

They both breathed sighs of relief.

I felt Mary and Amanda allow their powers to tail off. Jules and Ness were looking at each other, and I sensed that they were having a conversation - Telepathically. I grinned at them.

“You like?” I asked, and they both looked at me. Jules had tears in her eyes.

“Yes, thank you,” she said. “It’s wonderful.”

“Ness?” I turned to her.

Ness did not answer. She just flung herself into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. “The best birthday present ever,” she said.

I grinned. “Okay then,” I said. “I’ll take the other thing back.” Ness stopped for a minute and looked up at me. Her eyes were huge brown pools. I was forcibly reminded of the cat, Puss in Boots, from Shrek.

“Well, it is a special birthday,” she said. “Aren’t I allowed more than one present?”

Pops laughed. “It’s nice not to be the target of that look for once.”

I grinned and kissed the end of her nose and then hugged her to me. Then I looked at the twins.

“What do you think?” I asked.

Mary looked at me, and then completely disappeared from the network. I opened my mouth to speak but then she appeared again.

“It’s perfect,” she said. “All the advantages of the bond and none of the disadvantages. I can still feel you - still feel the love you have for us.”

“And I can speak to you too, without you having to initiate the conversation,” she continued Telepathically.

“Caleb,” Jules sent, “is there something else in this connection?”

“Like what?” I asked, puzzled.

“I don’t know,” she returned, “but I’m horny.”

“When are you due ‘on?’” I asked her. Normally Jules was not interested in sex except when she was on her period, and then for a day or two after it ended.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I stopped taking the pill and it’s not regulated yet.”

“Perhaps a quick check?” I suggested. “Maybe you are just starting?”

Jules stood and went upstairs. She was grinning when she came down. “You were right,” she said to me. “I have started, and I didn’t feel so much as a twinge.”

Cheryl looked at her. “What?”

“A friend of Caleb’s is a Healer,” Jules said. “He ‘cured’ my problem, so Caleb doesn’t have to block my pain anymore. Now that he’s gotten rid of the bond, Caleb will be able to learn to do that too, and cure Ness in the same way.”

Ness looked at me wide-eyed. “Is that true?” she asked, not daring to believe what her sister was saying.

I nodded. “If it had not been for the bond, I would have been able to do it for you now. Since the bond is now gone, the next time we see each other, I am hoping that I will be able to do it then. If I can’t, then as soon as you come up, I’ll introduce you to my friend and he’ll do it for you.”

“Vince said you could be a Healer,” said Pops. “Have you found a trainer then?”

“Yes,” I said. “A man called Jeevan, or the Maharishi Guptal-Pah to his followers.” I told them all about Jeevan and his cover.

We chatted for a short while longer, but I was flagging. It had been a long and emotionally exhausting day for me, and I was ready for bed. I excused myself and went to have a shower. When I got out of the shower, Jules was in the bedroom, waiting for me.

“You okay?” I asked and she smiled at me.

“I’m horny,” she said.

“Let’s see what we can do about that then,” I said, grinning at her. “Would madame like the full service, or will my humble self suffice?”

She batted at me with her hand. “Stop,” she said. “The twins are talking with Ness and my parents. Can we just…”

I pulled her into a kiss, but allowed her to take the lead. I didn’t get the full-blown ‘I’m so horny I could fuck a regiment of marines’ kiss, nor was it the normal Jules kiss. It was interesting to note that her sexuality wasn’t an on/off kind of thing. There was definitely an ‘off’ phase, but the ‘on’ phase wasn’t as black and white. Just then, she needed a quick release, and I was happy to give it to her.

I lifted her and laid her on the bed, kissing down her body and pulling her panties down as I went. She wasn’t so self-conscious about people being near her when she was on her period anymore, and she relaxed, allowing me full access to her. I kissed her belly and worked my way down until I was over her pussy, and began a gentle lapping at her clit. It stood up immediately, and she sighed as I started to pay attention to it.

I brought my hand up and began to massage the area between her pussy and ass. I found that all my girls liked that, although Amanda would move her hips so I was right on her asshole almost immediately.

As I lapped at Jules, she too started to wriggle her hips, and I found that my fingers were moving backwards as I gently sucked at her clit. I repositioned, but immediately she wriggled again until my fingers were pressed up against her asshole, at which point she began to grind her clit into my mouth and force her asshole down on my fingers.

I was just considering wetting my fingers – for the obvious reason – when she came. She arched her back and moaned; I heard her thought as she orgasmed.

“Yes, finger my ass!”

I kept the pressure on her little star as she came, feeling it twitch and spasm as she rode out her climax. Finally, as she relaxed, I gave a last kiss to her clit and eased my fingers away from her butt. I kissed her belly and then moved up beside her on the bed.

That had lasted longer than any session with her so far. She was becoming desensitized, which I thought was good. I figured that she would enjoy sex more when it lasted longer for her. She had such a short window of opportunity to enjoy it, so I wanted to make sure that each occasion was the best it could be.

She kissed me again - that halfway-post-orgasmic kiss that she gave after she came - and sighed in contentment as she snuggled in beside me.

“Thank you,” she said.

“My pleasure,” I said, and I meant it. I loved making all my girls come, but there was something extra special about being able to satisfy Jules’ itch when she had it.

Less than five minutes later, the other girls - Ness included - came to bed. I wasn’t sure whether Jules had given the ‘all clear’ or it was just good timing, but I suspected the former. I could sense ‘chatter’ going on through the connection, but I wasn’t part of it. I could have listened in if I had been so inclined, but that had become a much bigger violation of trust. I’d specifically given the four of them the ability to ‘talk’ amongst themselves without me being involved. I let them get on with it and relaxed into sleep.

I was surprised, when I got up the next morning, that all the girls, including Ness, got up too.

“Why are you all getting up?” I asked.

“To train,” they said in unison. I considered that for a moment, and then nodded. We all got dressed in sweats and then went out onto a very chilly deck. The dogs were equally surprised to see all the girls with me, but Terra still came to greet me on her own before the others followed suit as a pack. Then they all took up their positions to watch the show.

I sent all of the girls the memory of the ‘ready’ position - of how it felt and how they needed to be standing. They practiced getting into that position. Each of them were able to assume it with very little guidance. After about ten minutes they were all ready to move on.

I sent them the memory of the first kata I had learned, Taikyoku Shodan, and set them practicing it. I watched them for a while, occasionally correcting a slight misplacement of an arm or a leg. Once I was satisfied that they were doing okay, I started a kata I had learned from Kevin, and enjoyed the time, flowing through the movements.

By the time I had finished, the girls were progressing really well with their kata, and Pops and Cheryl were standing at the kitchen door watching.

“You could always join in,” I said to them. “Good for the mind and body.”

“I’m good,” said Pops. “It’s much more entertaining to watch.”

“You just like leering at the twins,” Cheryl said, “you lech.”

Pops snorted. “Says you, ogling Caleb whenever his back is turned. He’s not the only ‘ass’ person around, is he?”

Cheryl blushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, and darted inside the house.

We all went and showered - me and Jules in our room, the twins in the family bathroom, and Ness in her room. Then Ness and I made breakfast.

As we ate, Cheryl spoke. “What’s the plan for this morning?”

“We have some talking to do before Ness finally commits,” I said.

“We can make ourselves scarce,” said Pops. “Give you some privacy.”

“No,” I said. “I don’t want to chase you from your home. Besides, Ness might need to come and talk to one of you about what we say to her. There is quite a lot for her to think about - and perhaps something for you guys to think about, too, but we’ll maybe talk about that later.”

Cheryl and Dean looked at each other, trying to figure out what shoe I was going to drop on them. As far as I could tell from their expressions, they weren’t able to. After breakfast we cleared up, and all four girls and I went into the den.

It was a room I had hardly been in before. It was quite spacious, and had a large television on the wall; a long sofa, big enough to seat six; and a couple of comfortable chairs.

I went and sat on the sofa, and Jules sat beside me. I knew she really wanted to take up her normal position in my lap, but had left it clear for Ness. Amanda sat on the other side of Jules and Mary sat to my other side. Ness had a choice. She could take up the offered seat on my lap, or sit in one of the comfortable chairs. I was surprised when she chose the chair. So was Jules, but she didn’t complain as she moved into her preferred position.

“I figured it would be easier to talk “if I were over here,” she said. She was taking it seriously, and I was glad of that.

I smiled at her. “Ness,” I said, “I’m going to start by stating the obvious: I love you, and I want you to be part of our family.” I stopped talking and looked across at Mary.

“Ness,” she said, “our relationship has been often described as Caleb with three girlfriends. But that’s not the case. I love Caleb, but I also love Jules, and I love Amanda. As power users, we grew up with a very different set of rules than you did. Our rules may seem strange, hedonistic, and even downright immoral to most Norms. We’ll talk about that later. But for now, I want you to know that I, too, love you, and I want you to be a part of our family.”

“You know that I love you just as much as I love Caleb, Mary, and Jules,” Amanda said. “You are a beautiful, wonderful girl, and will be a beautiful, wonderful woman. I very much want you to be a part of our family.”

Jules lifted her head and looked at her sister. “When I was standing on the top of the science building, looking down at the road below, my biggest regret was the hurt I would cause my family - cause you. We had our differences growing up, as sisters do, but I never doubted that you loved me, and even when you were a complete brat, I still loved you. When I accepted the invitation to join with Caleb, Mary and Amanda, I didn’t really understand what I was getting into. All I knew was that there were three people who knew me for who I was, and who loved me anyway. I felt loved, I felt safe, and I felt I belonged. I so want that for you. I love you so much Ness, and I cannot think of a better, safer, more loving place for you to be than with us.”

“So,” I said, “now that you know that we really do want you with us, you need to know exactly what you would be signing up for.”

“Can I interrupt?” asked Ness.

“Sure,” I said, a little surprised.

“How about I tell you what I think I’m letting myself in for?” she said. “And you can let me know how close I am?”

I nodded to her, spreading my hands to indicate for her to continue.

Ness told us. It was an amalgamation of what she had learned from Jules, what she had observed from our behavior, what she had concluded from conversations, and what she’d ‘overheard’ through the bond, which included both physical and emotional sensations. I took her at her word that she didn’t accept any errant invitations we may have sent out; I knew we could get ‘loud’ fairly often.

“Okay,” I said, a little stunned at how comprehensive her knowledge was. I shouldn’t have been. Ness was an incredibly astute girl, and I sometimes forgot how much time her and Jules spent talking. “So... how do you feel about all that?”

“Well obviously it sucks that I’m going to get old quicker than you guys and die sooner,” she said, “but that happens with other couples too. Nobody knows what’s going to happen. I could get trampled by a herd of cows tomorrow and the whole thing becomes moot. I can’t say I’m not nervous about the sex thing - not about you having sex with others, but about me having sex with girls and maybe other people too. I don’t know if I will be able to do that.”

“Nobody is going to make you do anything you don’t want to,” Jules said quickly.

“I know,” said Ness, “and that’s why it’s not a problem. I could feel the love before through the bond. This new connection is something else. It’s like I’m wrapped in cotton wool and then bubble-wrap. I feel safe, and loved, by all of you.”

She looked at Jules then. “And Jules... you know I love you, but I’m not sure if I could…” she trailed off, but Jules just smiled at her.

“We will take it one day at a time,” I said, “and discover together what you are happy with. You seem to have a pretty good grasp of what we are about. Is there anything that you would like to ask us? Anything you’re not sure of?”

“What about pregnancy?” she said. “If you are having that much sex, aren’t you worried about getting pregnant by one of your other partners? Or getting someone else pregnant?”

“Not any more,” said Amanda. “We used to take the pill, but now Caleb’s friend made us all unable to have children until we want them. He effectively switched our reproductive system off. Caleb will be able to turn it back on when we are ready. He did the same for Jules, and for Caleb. Something else you need to know is that Caleb has sworn not to have children until they guarantee that they will not be forced to wear an amulet. We can explain about that later.”

“What about disease?” followed up Ness. “Aren’t you scared of STIs or HIV?”

“As power users,” I said, “we are pretty much immune to all diseases. As a Healer, I could recognize and kill most viruses or bugs in your system.”

Mary interjected then. “As Empaths we can feel when someone has something wrong with them. Often, we don’t know what, but if someone has a disease such as HIV that is affecting their body, it affects their aura too. We only share with those who we sense are healthy.”

“It seems that you have a pretty good idea of who we are,” I said. “It’s up to you now. Unless you have any more questions?”

Ness shook her head.

“I think you should take some time,” said Jules. “Talk to Mom. This is a big decision. You know that once we have you in our evil clutches, we’re never letting you go.” She gave her little sister a grin to match the threat. Ness chuckled, but nodded.

Jules stood, and we all followed suit.

“Can I get a hug?” I asked.

Ness stood and put her arms around me.

“Whatever you decide,” I said quietly to her, “I’ll always be there for you.”

I kissed the top of her head and then released her. Each of the other girls hugged her, including Jules, and then we filed out of the den. Cheryl was in the kitchen talking to Dean. She looked up as we entered.

“I think Ness needs someone to talk to,” I said to Cheryl, who nodded, stood, and hurried into the den.

“Is she okay?” asked Dean, a worried look on his face.

“She’s fine,” I said. “She is one bright young lady.”

“Sometimes too bright,” he agreed.

I made coffee and we sat around the kitchen table, drinking it and talking about nothing of consequence. About an hour later Cheryl came out of the den.

“We have some questions.”

“Why don’t you come out and ask?” I offered. “Unless Dean doesn’t want to know.”

“I think I’d rather not,” he said, looking a little queasy. “There are some things about a daughter’s life a father shouldn’t know.”

I nodded, and we all went back into the den. Ness was still in the chair she had occupied before. We took up our positions, Jules once more in my lap. Cheryl sat on the arm of Ness’s chair, her arm protectively around her daughter.

I looked at Ness. She looked up at Cheryl.

“You mentioned not having children and something about an amulet?” Cheryl asked.

“When Stott children are born,” I explained, “the rule is that they have their powers disabled by means of an amulet. It blocks their power. They are also kept ignorant of the entire situation. As you can imagine, when my amulet failed, I got the shock of a lifetime and had a whole new set of rules to learn.

“I don’t believe that that is the right thing to do. All other children with power grow up knowing about powers, and learning how to use and control them. Only the Stotts, because their primary power is Compulsion, are abused in such a way.

“Not only does the amulet block the child’s power, but it reduces their mental acuity and memory, crippling them. I have so much to make up for now that mine is off. I also wouldn’t have half of the angst I have now had I been brought up knowing about powers and power users. I will not do that to a child, or allow any child of mine to go through that. I have told the matriarch of the Stott line that until I get a cast-iron guarantee that they will not try to abuse a child of mine in that way, I will not have any children. They don’t want to lose the bloodline, so I think they will acquiesce.”

“But what about Ness’s choice?” Cheryl asked. “What if she wants children?”

“I want children,” I said, “but I won’t have my children abused.”

“And if they don’t change their minds?” she asked.

“Then we have some options,” I said. “We could leave the U.S. and go somewhere that these archaic rules don’t apply, or Ness, or any of the girls, could have a child with someone else.”

“You would allow that?” asked Cheryl.

“Allow?” I asked. “I don’t own them. It is not for me to allow or disallow anything. I’ll admit I wouldn’t like it. I struggled for a long time with the idea of any of the girls ‘sharing’ with another man. The thought of another man impregnating one of them is still very difficult for me to think about. But worse would be seeing a child of mine mentally and emotionally crippled because of an outdated, outmoded, discriminatory tradition that should have died out generations ago.”

“That kind of brings me to my second question,” said Cheryl. “You say that you need to share and you will be having sex with other people. But what if Ness decides she wants to do that?”

“You mean as part of our sharing or on her own?” I asked.

“On her own,” said Cheryl. “Let’s say she takes a fancy to a guy she meets, and hey, what’s sauce for the goose, right?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “If Ness wants to play with someone, then that’s her choice. We would ask to meet the person first, to make sure he - or she - isn’t carrying anything nasty that she could catch, and also to make sure that Ness will be safe. I would rather she brought them home and played there where we could ensure her safety, but like I said before, we do not own her. She can do whatever makes her happy. As long as she comes home safe and happy, we’ll be happy that she had fun.”

“And what if Ness just wants to be with you?” she asked.

“If what you’re asking is would it be possible for me and Ness to be in an exclusive relationship, then I think you already know the answer to that. But Ness knew about my relationship with the other girls from the very beginning. If you mean that Ness wants her only sexual partner to be me, then that is up to her. We can share a bed, as we have been doing, and when I’m with Ness then it can be just us. Ness is totally in control of who she allows to touch her, and all four of us would defend her to our deaths to prevent her suffering any harm.

“You have to remember that I am a Telepath. I have no doubt that someone will try and persuade Ness to do things that are outside her comfort zone. It happens to us all, all the time. It’s how we learn, how we grow, and how we expand our horizons. But I will know the difference between persuasion and coercion. I will know whether it’s something Ness wants to try, or is doing because pressure has been brought to bear. I will not allow that to happen.”

Cheryl thought about that for a minute, and then asked her final question. “Is that it then? Is your family complete?”

“That’s an excellent question,” I said. “I had thought that my ‘family’ was complete when it was just me, Mary, and Amanda, and then we met Jules. Amanda and I agreed that that was it, the four of us, and then boom, along came Ness. We’re not actively recruiting, but nobody knows when someone will come along that one or more of us falls for.

“There are a couple that currently live with us, Josh and Louise. They are ‘playmates,’ but are not, and will never be, part of our family, although they are very close. I personally think there are enough people in our family. But it’s not just my decision.

“If any one of us meets someone that they really feel they want to join the family, then they can bring them home, and we will decide between us all.”

“And does that person have to be a female?”

“Not necessarily,” I said. “And even if they are not pan or bi, if there are genuine feelings there for more than just the person inviting them in, then that’s fine.”

“And if there aren’t genuine feelings?” She was pushing.

“Then the person who wants them would need to make a choice as to which relationship they wanted more,” I said.

“But…”

“Mom,” said Ness.

Cheryl looked at her, then nodded. “Sorry, Caleb,” she said, looking back at me. “It’s a rabbit hole that once you start down, is difficult to stop. Your relationship is so alien to everything I have ever experienced and been brought up with, that I guess I am looking for problems where there may never be any. Hell, ‘normal’ relationships have just as many problems and pitfalls. Maybe yours is the right way after all.”

“Don’t apologize,” I said. “The reason we had this discussion with Ness, and now with you, is so that Ness understands, and can make a choice, knowing fully what she is choosing. She needs to choose with her head and her heart, not with her loins. I’m hoping that you can help her with that.”

Cheryl nodded.

“Are there any other questions?” I asked. I looked at Cheryl, then Ness.

Cheryl looked at Ness then back at me. “No,” she said. “Thank you for your candor.”

Once again, we all trooped back out into the kitchen. Dean was not there. I had no idea where he’d gone.

“Well, that went well,” said Jules with a small smile.

“Are you okay?” I asked her. “This must be incredibly strange for you.”

“I’m fine,” she said. “I’ll be sad if she decides against, but it’s her life and she knows her own mind.”

“That’s true,” said Ness from the kitchen door. “It is my life, and I do know my own mind. I wondered about the need for this conversation this morning, but I realized it wasn’t just about me. You needed to be reassured that I wasn’t just a horny teen, looking to live a fantasy, and that I understood exactly what I was agreeing to. It’s just more proof - as if I needed it - of how much love you have for me.

“Outside of my family, I have never known love like it. I had a few ‘boyfriends’ growing up, but none of them made me feel anything like the way I feel when I’m with you guys. At first it was just Caleb. But how can you be loved as much as this by someone, and not feel something in return? I’ve always loved my sister, even when she was being a bitch, but Mary, Amanda, the love I feel from you is so intense it almost hurts. I can’t help but love you back. And you, Caleb, you are my knight in shining armor. You saved me - from the pain, from those men, from hundreds of miles away. I was scared and alone, and you were there.

“I have dreams occasionally about that night. The school counselor told me I might, and that she would give me something if they upset me too much. The thing is that they don’t upset me at all. My overriding memory of that night is feeling safe - hearing you promise that you had me, and would keep me safe until Daddy got there. And you did.

“I love you, Caleb Stott, and if you still want me, then I really want to join your family.”

I stood up and walked toward her. She met me halfway and fell into my arms, and I held her close. Another set of arms enclosed us both, and then another, and another. Our new family was together, finally.

I heard Jules’ mutter. “I was never a bitch, brat.”

Ness just giggled. I looked up and saw Cheryl standing at the den door. She had tears on her face, but she was smiling.

“Congratulations.” The voice came from behind me, and I looked over to see Dean standing by the door to the yard. “I guess she made up her mind?”

“I guess so,” I said.

“What did your mom say?” I asked Ness through the connection.

“She told me to grab hold and never let go,” she returned.

I made lunch while Ness and the girls chatted together. After lunch, I was excused from cleanup duty since I had cooked, and Dean indicated for me to follow him.

We went out to the barn, and then through another door at the back that I had never noticed before. Suddenly we were in a gun range. It only had two lanes, but it was about twenty yards long. There was a table upon which sat a couple of sets of ear protectors and glasses, and on the wall was a gun safe. Downrange there was a wire and pulley system that could, at the push of a button, bring the paper targets to the table. At the opposite end there was an eight foot tall dirt mound that was a backstop to stop fired ammunition. The whole range was enclosed in an aluminum cylinder reminiscent of an old metal airplane hangar.

Dean opened the gun safe and pulled out a pistol.

“Everyone has their own preference when it comes to guns,” he began. “Some like semi-automatics because they give you more rounds per loadout; others like revolvers because they’re simpler and very seldom jam. You will find your own preference.

“The saying that guns don’t kill people, people kill people, trite as it is, is true. There are rules when handling firearms. Break the rules and someone will end up hurt or dead. Rule one: never point a gun at a person unless you intend to kill that person. I hate toy guns, cap guns, water pistols, Nerf guns and everything else. Guns are not toys. Think about it. What we are teaching kids with these toys is to pick up a weapon, point it at someone, and pull the trigger.

“Then they get their hands on the real deal and people wonder why someone is dead. It’s stupid. Have you handled a gun before?”

I shook my head.

“Okay,” he said. “The first thing you do any time you pick up a gun is to make sure it is safe. This is a semi-automatic - a Glock 19; you can’t see whether there is a round in the chamber or not, so always assume the gun is loaded and ready to use. You can check to see if there’s a round in the chamber by pulling the slide back a little. See there? No round..

“Glocks are extremely safe because of the double trigger mechanism. This is as safe as a gun gets while there is a magazine in the pistol.” He ejected the magazine and placed it on the table. “This is safer. But just because a gun doesn’t have a magazine in doesn’t mean it’s safe. Always check the chamber. Rack the slide all the way back if you need to. It will eject any round in the chamber, but if you want to make the weapon safe, do that after you have removed the magazine.”

We spent all afternoon in the firing range. After he showed me the Glock, which was apparently his pistol of choice, he showed me a small revolver, which was apparently Cheryl’s. He showed me the proper way to stand, how to hold the gun to get the highest accuracy, and where to aim for on a target.

“Too many people have died trying to ‘wound’ an attacker,” he said. “I said at the beginning not to point a weapon at someone unless you intend to kill. Aim center mass. Two shots. Shooting people in the legs and arms, shooting guns out of people’s hands, and all that bullshit is just that.

“If you are at the point where you need to point your gun at someone, when you decide to take the shot, make it count.”

“But wait,” I asked, “don’t cops break that rule all the time?”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes they fucking do. In this day and age cops are more afraid of being on CNN or MSNBC than they are of doing their job correctly – and they end up dead for it. I am showing you the right way so you learn the muscle and sight memory from the start.”

At the end he showed me how to strip and clean the Glock, which was the only one we had fired. We had gotten through about five or six magazines of ammunition, and I had had fun. Handguns, he had told me, were short range weapons. Technically, he explained, you could shoot someone with them at longer range, but even before the power of the shot dramatically dropped due to distance, the accuracy of even a pro shooter would plummet to truly disturbing levels. For any kind of real distance, more than 75 feet or so, he said, you needed a long gun. Shotguns are even less effective at distance, he added.

When we went back into the house, I washed my hands, which smelled of gun oil and powder residue. I then helped Ness cook dinner. Ness and I worked well together in the kitchen, and I looked forward to when she would be living with us permanently and we could do it all the time. I must have let that thought slip through the connection, as she looked at me lovingly just after I’d thought it.

“Neither can I,” she said. “I just need to keep my grades up. Everything is going well except math. I struggle with that, and although I won’t need it much as a chef, I need it to keep my GPA up. Mary says you might be able to help me?”

“Of course,” I said. “I was okay at math, but I think Jules has the best head for that. Maybe if we get her to send you the memories of learning math, and then I make sure you don’t forget them, we will be able to get you over the line.”

She smiled at me. “That would be great. Do you think Jules would mind?”

“Jules would love to help her little sister,” said Jules from the door, clearly having heard the tail end of the conversation. She walked up behind Ness, who was standing at the stovetop, and hugged her from behind. I saw Ness stiffen a little, and then relax into the hug.

“Thanks, sis,” she said.

After dinner I got Jules to try and pull together all her memories of high school math, which she had loved and been good at. She gave Ness all those memories. I then went in, and, as I had done with Gracie, manually performed what my own brain had already learned to do. It was much less than a two-year accountancy course, although I saw that Jules had lumped some of the college math in also. I tried my best not to look at any other memories from Jules or Ness, although some of Ness’s errant thoughts would have made me blush. For all I knew, they still had.

I hadn’t finished by bedtime, but, true to form, my subconscious finished the job while we were all asleep. It was done by the time we all got up to go and perform for the dogs once again.

Monday, I went and helped Dean with some work. There was a section of his land that was wooded. When he had bought the land, he had originally thought to remove the wood and make it pasture, but after Cheryl saw it and said how beautiful the trees were, he decided against. He didn’t really need the pasture anyway. There were some really old trees in the wood, and one had fallen, partially blocking the track. We needed to move it, and eventually cut it up for logs.

“Let’s go take a look at it,” he said. “Then we can see what equipment we need to move it.”

I grinned at him. “You mean we can see if I can shift it without resorting to heavy equipment?”

“Well,” he said, “what’s the point of having a Psi in the family if you can’t abuse them from time to time?”

I laughed.

The tree itself was a beech, and about sixty feet tall. I tested its weight. I was easily able to lift it clear off the track, which I did.

“Where do you want it?” I asked, holding the tree a few feet in the air while Dean made up his mind. Dean pointed to a clear spot just off the track, and I moved the tree there.

“Perfect. We can carve it up into logs and stack them here ready for collection,” he said.

We set to with the chainsaw, and it began to look like a scene from Disney’s The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. As we cut a section of log, it would take itself off and add itself to the growing stack, apparently all by itself. I was showing off, and Dean was amused.

It took a couple of hours to reduce the tree to its component parts, and by the end we had a couple of neat stacks of logs and a pile of scraps of wood.

“I’ll get some of the boys to come up and collect that lot.” Dean said.

Just then we heard a motor, and I looked around to see Bobby, the farm manager, coming along the track on a quad bike. He pulled up and killed the engine.

“Jesus, Dean,” he said. “You guys are powerhouses. I thought it would take you at least a day to move that tree.”

“Nah,” said Dean. “It wasn’t that big of a tree.”

“I’ve noticed,” said Bobby, “that your work rate goes up dramatically whenever your boy here is with you. You need to offer him a job.”

“I already did,” said Dean. “He turned me down. Something about not wanting to freeload off the in-laws.”

“Shame,” said Bobby. “There’s another tree down about half a mile further on. It’s not causing any issues, but since you are here, and that one seems to be ready for collection…”

“We’ll see to it after lunch,” Dean replied.

We dealt with the other tree that afternoon and did a little more maintenance work on the wood, taking off some branches which looked in danger of falling, and taking down another tree that also looked perilous.

“Go shower,” said Cheryl as we arrived back at the house, sweaty and covered in sawdust.

Dinner was ready by the time we finished, and we had a relaxing evening after our ‘man time,’ which was largely spent in quiet reflection. It felt good just being with Dean, and I felt a pang of guilt that the feelings I had for my own father were fast being overshadowed by those that I had for Dean.

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There was palpable tension in the air the next morning when I woke. Ness was in my arms, gazing up at me as I opened my eyes.

“Good morning,” she said, smiling.

“Happy birthday,” I said.

“It’s my birthday?” she said, eyebrows raised. “How old am I?”

“You’re eighteen,” I said, “as you well know.”

“Oh goodie,” she grinned. “Then I can do this.”

She slid her hand down the front of my boxers and grabbed hold of my cock, which instantly became as hard as stone.

I yelped. “Ness…”

“That feels so hot,” she said, “and hard.” She squeezed gently, and I caught a moan in the back of my throat.

“And it’s going to get messy if you carry on,” said Mary, who was smiling at her from her position across my chest. “He has wanted you for as long as you have wanted him. Don’t spoil it for both of you. Be patient and let him give you the first time you deserve.”

“Will you be there?” asked Ness, her hand still wrapped around me.

“I think it would be more special for you if it were just the two of you, but if you want us to share, of course we’d be delighted.”

“You mean like…”

“No, you mean like,” Amanda said. “You’re completely in charge. In the room, out of the room, psychic sharing, full sharing, no sharing – anything you want. Trust me, there’s nothing you could request that you’d actually want to do that would shock or offend us. We’d do our best to make it happen.”

“And that includes making ourselves scarce,” reiterated Mary. “That’s also why we’re not making any concrete suggestions. It should all come from you.”

“Psychic sharing, though,” echoed Ness. “What’s that about?”

“What it sounds like, really,” Mary said. “When Caleb and I had our first time together, Amanda was able to feel everything, so it was really her first time with him too, and our first time with any man. Caleb didn’t realize it at the time, but he sent some other invitations out too, and his mother and our grandmother accepted. We didn’t feel anything from them, but they got to feel everything from us.”

“And would I have to do anything?” she asked. I could tell she was nervous, but it was difficult to pinpoint the reason.

“Nothing at all,” I said, “except tell us that that’s actually what you want. We’ll do all the psychic stuff, and you can tell us exactly whom you want to have invitations.”

I looked across at Jules, who was blushing furiously. It was the right place and the right time.

“Jules?” Ness said softly. She’d put two and two together – or whatever other combination she was considering. It hadn’t been difficult. We’d already been talking about sisters sharing.

Jules looked at her little sister. “Sorry,” she said. “You must think I’m some kind of perverted…”

“I would love to share my first time with you,” said Ness. “It would be your first time, too, right? I mean, like… all the way… like that?”

Jules nodded vigorously. “Even as horny as I am, I think I’d actually prefer it to be that way. A little… virtual.”

“All the better,” Ness said with a reassuring smile. She released her hold on me and put her hand on my chest. “Shouldn’t we be dancing for the dogs right about now?”

“I thought you might like to sleep in on your birthday,” I said.

“Are you kidding?” she said. “I’ve been awake for ages. Let’s go.”

We all got up and went out on the deck to train. The girls started working on their kata, and I on mine. Cheryl and Dean came out about an hour later.

“Morning,” they said in unison. “Happy birthday!”

Ness smiled at them “Thank you.”

“Go get showered and dressed,” said Cheryl, “then Caleb and I will make breakfast.”

We did as we were told. We finished breakfast quickly, and then everyone but the birthday girl cleaned up.

“Can I get my presents now?” asked Ness, her eyes alight with anticipation.

Dean smiled. He handed her a package, and she tore the paper to shreds. It was the laptop that he had told me that they had bought her. Ness squealed with delight and went and hugged her parents.

Then she looked at me. I brought out the small package and handed it to her. She opened it and took out the necklace. I could see that she was pleased with it, and how it matched up with her ring. She handed it to me and spun around, lifting her long hair out of the way. I put it around her neck and fastened it.

“Thank you,” she said, turning again, closing with me, and showing me that all the Steadman girls had some unnatural talent for kissing.

When we broke apart, I was breathless and rigid. Ness smirked at me and sat back down to receive the next package - that one from her sister. The earrings were just as well-received, and Jules got a long hug from her younger sibling after she had put them in.

Mary and Amanda both handed over their package. When she opened it and saw the last piece of the set her face broke out into a wide smile.

“It’s beautiful. They’re all beautiful. Thank you.” She put on the bracelet and then went to thank the twins, each of them getting a long hug.

“I booked us a table at the restaurant for tonight,” I said.

Ness looked a little sheepish. “I know,” she said. “I called them yesterday and changed the booking. I hope you don’t mind.”

I must have looked a little confused.

“If it’s all right with you, I would like all my family there,” she said.

“It’s your birthday,” I said with a smile. “You can have whatever you want.”

“The reservation is for seven,” she said. “For seven of us.”

Dean looked up. “Seven?”

“I said I wanted all my family there,” said Ness. “You and Mom are coming too.”

Ness, the girls and I spent the day together. Ness, who had passed her driving test since last we’d been up drove us all to the mall in her car. She was a good driver, although a little free with her opinions on other people’s abilities. I did think for a moment that the guy she flipped the bird to in the parking lot was going to come and have words.

We had lunch in the mall, and spent a lot of the afternoon just chilling and looking around. Ness had other relatives who had sent her money for her birthday. I asked her about them.

“Daddy’s parents both passed before I was born,” she said, “but my grams and gramps are Mom’s parents. They live in Florida. They won’t travel, even if Daddy sends the jet. We go down to see them sometimes. Then there is Uncle Chris. He is Mom’s brother. He’s in the Navy. He comes to visit sometimes when he’s not at sea. He drives a submarine, so he goes on long tours. It’s been over a year since we last saw him. He never forgets occasions though, and always send money, even when he’s on a tour.”

I felt a sense of shame that I had never asked Jules about her extended family. Jules looked at me and smiled. It was as if she could hear my thoughts.

“You had other things to learn about me,” she said.

“You know,” said Mary to Ness, “you are inheriting an extra grandmother, and an extra great-great grandmother.”

“Dianna, and…?” asked Ness.

“Maggie,” I said. “I know Dianna messed up bad the last time you saw her, but we are good now. I know she would really like to get to know you. Maggie, too, has asked to meet with all of you. I apparently have an uncle who is persona non grata in my parents’ house - although it looks like he has some deal going on with Maggie and the FBI - and an aunt that lives in New York, although I know nothing more about her. All I really know about them both is that they are power users. I also have a cousin, Gerald, who I met once.”

“And Gerald regretted that quite a lot,” said Amanda, giggling, and so we had to tell the tale of my meeting with Gerald on that fateful Saturday. Both Ness and Jules giggled all the way back to the car after that.

We arrived back at the farm in time to get ready, and then we all piled into two cars. Dean and Cheryl took Cheryl’s car. Amanda went with them, claiming that as beautiful as Ness’s car was, it was a bit cramped for five.

Dean and Cheryl both looked a little hot and bothered by the time we got to the restaurant, but having shared a car with Amanda, I didn’t doubt that she had been telling them things that they probably ought not to have heard. I shook my head when I saw, but Amanda just grinned at me.

“I do have other powers,” she whispered. I knew she wasn’t talking about powers-powers, and likewise, I had no doubt.

The meal at the restaurant was wonderful, and they put on a cake and had the entire place sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Ness, much to her embarrassment. I had told them that it was her eighteenth, and although she had altered the booking, she hadn’t known about it, so hadn’t been able to stop it.

All through the singing she stared daggers at me while her face flamed red. I just grinned at her.

Eventually it was over, though, and she had forgiven me by the time we had eaten the cake. About midway through the meal, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and, while I was up, paid the bill with a generous tip. I wasn’t going to let Dean or Cheryl beat me to it.

Halfway through dessert, Dean too went to the bathroom. When he came back to the table he just glared at me. I raised an eyebrow. Cheryl looked at us both. “Caleb’s is longer, but yours is much thicker, dear,” she said to Dean.

Jules looked at her, puzzled.

“Your daddy and Caleb are having a dick-measuring contest again,” she said with a grin. “From the expression on Dean’s face, I think Caleb took this round.”

Dean snorted. “He cheated,” he said. “It’s etiquette to wait for the dessert course.”

“Which is better?” asked Ness. “Longer or fatter?”

“They both have their ups and downs,” said Amanda, and Mary blew some cola out of her nose.

“It’s more about who is on the other end of it,” said Cheryl.

“Do we have to?” said Dean, looking very uncomfortable. “In public?”

“Hey, you started the contest,” said Cheryl, and Dean just ‘hmphed’ as he sat down and finished his dessert.

I noticed some chatter on the connection, and saw Amanda looking at Ness, who had gone scarlet. I didn’t interfere. I just thought Amanda was baiting Ness. It was something that she would have to get used to.

We finished up our meal and headed back to the ranch. Ness pulled up in her parking space and Dean and Cheryl pulled up beside her. We all piled out of the car. Neither Dean nor Cheryl looked in our direction. They just went into the house. I saw the light go on in the den. Amanda, Mary and Jules also seemed to vanish, leaving me all alone, in the front yard, with a young, beautiful girl who was staring at me both anxiously and hungrily.

She held out her hand to me, and I took it. Gently, she led me into the house, and up the stairs. Without speaking, she led me into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

“You made me a promise,” she murmured to me, “all those months ago.”

“I did?” I asked, knowing full well what she was talking about.

“You made me promise,” she said, “when you gave me the first bond, that if I felt one of your ‘invitations’ I would not accept. In return, you promised, that when it was time…”

“I would show you what the fuss was all about?” I finished for her.

She smiled at me. “Show me,” she whispered, “and send it to our girls. All of them.”

I raised an eyebrow.

She blushed furiously. “Mom too,” she sent silently. She couldn’t say it out loud. I reached out with my powers to make sure she really wanted to do that, and I detected distinct traces of Amanda’s meddling. Her car ride with the Steadmans made that much more sense. For Ness’s part, she was still nervous and embarrassed, but I believed she truly did want her mom to be invited.

My one sin was that I stole a kiss all for myself before inviting Mary, Amanda, Jules, and Cheryl to feel what we felt. I wasn’t sorry. I leaned forward, bringing my mouth to hers, and kissed her. Her lips parted, and she allowed me access to her. I explored her mouth gently with my tongue. Then she started to return the kiss. I don’t know if it was genetic memory or what, but both Jules and Ness had Cheryl’s skill at kissing. They were all remarkable kissers, and for a few moments I lost myself in that experience.

Eventually, though, I broke the kiss and drew back a little. Ness had been wearing a short jacket when we’d been out, but she had taken that off as we had entered her room. Now she was standing wearing a T-shirt and jeans so tight they could have been body paint. She looked amazing.

“You are beautiful,” I said. “Did you know that?”

“Really?” she asked.

“Really. Just let me look at you like this for one more moment.”

“Just one,” she sighed back. Her anxiety was mostly gone, replaced by a sheen of cute teenage shyness – but it barely covered her growing need. For my part, I needed just that one moment to send out the four invitations. All four accepted. Cheryl only hesitated for a moment. Jules beat out Mary and Amanda. I had to smile; Ness thought it was for her. I let her; it was for her as much as for my other three loves.

I moved for another kiss, this time running my hands up her sides, pulling up her T-shirt. We broke the kiss just long enough for me to bring it over her head, and then we were kissing once again.

I felt her shiver as I ran my hands up her sides, her flesh raised in goosebumps despite the room’s warmth. While we’d been kissing, Ness had been working at the buttons on my shirt, and now she pushed it over my shoulders, forcing me to let her go for a second as she freed my arms and dropped my shirt onto the floor. She pressed against me, her skin hot against my own. I used a mix of TK and my hands to undo her bra, and she shrugged that off too. I moved down to her neck, kissing and nipping as my hand stroked her skin. She moaned.

I tapped in to her senses as I had done so many times before with my other girls. Ness was in a bit of a haze as I kissed her neck and stroked her sides, allowing my fingers just to graze the side of her breasts.

Gently I turned Ness around until her back was against me, her ass pressing into my groin. She tilted her head to one side as I kissed her neck, moaning gently as I stroked at her body, my hands naturally gravitating to her breasts, which I cupped gently, stroking and squeezing as I breathed into her ear.

I stroked down her belly and undid the front of her jeans, allowing my hand to dip below the waistband and stroke her lower belly just above her panties. She growled low in her throat, not knowing whether to push her hips forward into my hand, or push her butt back against me, where I had no doubt she could feel my erection straining against my clothing.

I started to kiss down her back as I worked her incredibly tight jeans over her hips and down her legs. She giggled a little, as I seemed to struggle, but we got there in the end, and she lifted her legs for me so I could remove them entirely. That left me on my knees behind her, my face level with her butt, which was absolutely divine.

I could no longer resist her. Looping my fingers in the waistband of her panties, I slid them down and off her. I feathered kisses all over the cheeks of her butt, and she trembled. I held her hips in place as I feasted on her delicious ass. I could see the lips of her pussy, swollen and covered in her dew, and I gently parted her legs and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh until the edge just brushed her lower lips. I pulled my hand backward, causing her to shudder and stick her butt out a little.

I stood again, turning her around and pulling her naked body against mine, once more capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. I felt her tugging at my belt, and pulled my hips back a little to give her room. She soon had my trousers undone, and with no finesse whatsoever she pushed them and my boxers down in one movement. She released me from the kiss and pushed my clothes all the way to the floor. I stepped out of them, using my TK to ensure my socks stayed with them. We were both completely naked.

Pushing my pants down had left Ness on her knees in front of me, my cock right in front of her face. I could sense her indecision, and I pulled her back to her feet and into another kiss. She broke away.

“I…” she began, but I put my finger on her lips.

“There’s plenty of time,” I said. “Tonight is about you.”

I began to move down her body, guiding her on to the bed whilst once again kissing and licking at her skin - exploring; finding out what she liked and what she didn’t; what felt good and what felt great; I spent a couple of minutes feasting on her delicious breasts. Her nipples were pink and small, but stood out like someone had attached a string to them and was pulling them up toward the ceiling. Her areola were puckered and dimpled. She enjoyed my oral ministrations, and I used TK to replicate the sensation on the other side. She startled a little at that, and actually looked down at her breast, and then into my eyes. I was still lapping at her other nipple, but she could see the mischief in my eyes. She grinned at me.

“Cheat,” she said.

I nipped gently at her nipple and she moaned, putting her hand to the back of my head and pressing my face into her chest. I released her nipple and began to work my way down her body, still keeping up the gentle stimulation up with my TK. Ness was beginning to squirm. When I reached her lower belly I got her scent, and she smelled delicious. I was tempted to just dive in and devour her pussy, but I wanted every new experience to last.

I worked my way further down her body, kissing and licking at her inner thighs. I wasn’t going to spend a long time teasing her - the poor girl was practically melting in front of me - but a little bit would only make things more satisfying.

Ness drew her knees up, causing her pussy lips to part, and I could no longer hold back.

I leaned in and ran my tongue up the length of her slit, stopping short of her button. I didn’t want her to come too quickly, and I sensed she was already on the edge.

She squeaked, and I repeated the move, splitting her lips with my tongue and taking a moment to dip the tip into her opening. She felt tight. I pushed my tongue a little further into her, and it wasn’t easy. I could already tell that it was going to take some work to get a finger into her, let alone my cock. Going slow was no longer merely an option, but a requirement.

Ness moaned and ground her pussy into me, trying to get my tongue deeper inside of her. She tasted amazing. Her nectar was sweet with a slightly spicy flavor on top. I lapped at her again, this time grazing her clit with my tongue at the top of the stroke.

She jumped at that contact, and I realized that I needed to get the first orgasm out of the way for her. She was on a knife’s edge, and things would be far more enjoyable for her once she had her first one.

I brought my hand up and gently inserted a single finger into her, working it in to the first knuckle while I continued to lap at her, still trying to avoid her clit. She wriggled and moaned, pressing herself down and trying to get me deeper inside. I curled my finger to the front and found the slightly raised area of her G spot. It was time.

I worked my tongue up to the apex of her pussy and began to tease her clit out from its little hood. Her love button took very little persuasion to reveal itself, and after a few seconds I had full control of her as I took it into my mouth and began to lather it with my tongue.

Ness started to grind her hips into my face, her hands coming instinctively to the back of my head. She started a rhythmic ‘Oh Oh Oh’ sound as she fucked my face, and then I began to massage her G spot.

I would be prepared to bet that the cows in the north pasture heard her shriek as her sudden climax rocked through her tight little body. Her legs clamped around my head and she continued to grind as she rode out her climax, but it didn’t seem to be subsiding. It took a few minutes, and quiete a lot of patience to ease a second finger into her as I continued my assault on her button. She shrieked again as a second orgasm crashed down on her, robbing her of coherent movement. She thrashed and wriggled around the bed as I continued to stimulate her, realizing that she was truly multi-orgasmic, and that I could probably keep her cumming until she passed out. That was my plan. I really began to work her cunt, thrusting deep inside her foaming snatch as I savaged her clit, feeling her climb toward yet another orgasm, which crashed over her. I continued to stretch her out, carefully adding yet another finger. She squeezed tight on them, but I knew that I would have no hope of getting my cock into her without opening her up some first. Ness didn’t seem to be aware of what was going on. She seemed to be having difficulty breathing; her body was spasming so hard that her lungs didn’t know how to adapt. I allowed my TK to take over the stimulation of her clit, but eased off slightly. I could feel her building to yet another orgasm, but I wanted it to be the biggest one yet.

Were it not for the fact that I had maintained a rigid hold on my own orgasm, I would have already spent everything I had. Ness’s wild pleasure was doing things to me that I wouldn’t have thought possible – not even with my other three girls. I knew she wanted my cock, though, and I wanted it throbbing at full size and strength for her first time. It surely was.

Ness was completely oblivious to everything other than her orgasms. I could have gotten up and left the room as long as I’d continued to stimulate her with my TK. She didn’t notice as I moved up her body, kissing and licking as I went. When I was back over her, she instinctively captured my mouth with hers and devoured me. She either didn’t realize or care what was going with her body as I lined up and gently pushed the head of my cock into her soaking, still-spasming pussy.

Once again I increased the intensity of the stimulation to her clit and nipples, and I felt her rushing towards release once more. She was practically raping my mouth with her tongue, and I held her to me as she reached the precipice. She hovered for a moment, teetering, and then, simultaneously, I shared my body’s own sensations with her and thrust forward, taking her virginity.

The feeling of my cock entering her was absolutely out of this world. I couldn’t have gotten more than half my length into her. She was soaked, so it should have gone in easily, but it was like trying to force it into a narrow, velvet-lined steel pipe.

Ness couldn’t even scream. Her eyes bulged as the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced hit her like a tsunami. Her cunt clenched tightly around me. It felt good, but also just on the verge of painful, to be gripped so hard. Her pussy began to spasm, alternately clenching and releasing. I kept a steady pressure on so that, with each release, I made a small amount of headway inside of her. I could feel her being stretched by my cock, and that sensation on top of the orgasm was mind-blowing.

I was having to work really hard to prevent myself from filling her up with cum, but that was for later.

I realized that Ness had literally stopped breathing. I could feel her chest burning. She didn’t seem to have the coordination to take a breath. Every muscle in her body was tense and rigid - with the exception of her twat, which was pulsing and clenching. She was almost sucking me in and sucking me off with her pussy, both at the same time.

Then she went completely limp as she blacked out.

I gently rolled us over so I wasn’t squashing her. I remained inside her. Her weight on top of me finally pushed me all the way inside her now-relaxed channel.

It took a few moments for her to come around. She looked confused for a second, and then her eyes found mine. She tried to move, and the sensation of her pussy moving on my cock hit us both. She moaned.

“Fuck,” she said. “What are you doing to me?”

“Just what you asked,” I said.

She moved her hips experimentally, and apparently enjoyed the sensation, so she repeated it. “So good,” she said. “I never imagined it would be like this.”

I flared my power a little and surrounded her in love. She would have been feeling it already from the connection, but I was already in for far more than a penny.

She shuddered and began to thrust her hips onto mine, starting the dance that would lead to us both reaching our peaks.

She leaned forward, once more captured my lips with hers, and began to fuck me in earnest. I cupped her ass cheeks with my hands and assisted, pushing her down onto my cock, stretching her out. She felt my head rubbing against her deep inside and she once more growled in her throat as she picked up speed.

I restarted the TK on her nipples that I had stopped when she’d lost consciousness, and she moaned.

“Caleb,” she breathed. “Please, I can’t.”

Despite that protest, she continued to pound herself onto me. She broke the kiss and sat up, pressing her hands on my chest to give her more leverage to ride me.

I reached behind her and ran my finger up the crack of her ass, gently massaging at her little star.

“Yes,” she hissed.

I then restarted the stimulation on her clit. My TK lapped at and savaging it as she sped up. She didn’t seem to realize that she could feel not only my cock in her pussy, but also her pussy on my cock. It was too much all at once; her body could barely handle it, let alone her mind. Each ridge and bump inside her rubbed deliciously against my glans and brought me so far over the edge that my powers were a cork stopper on Yellowstone’s Old Faithful – and my balls were starting to feel that strain acutely.

Ness was climbing again and had almost reached her peak when I pulled her back down and, in one movement, rolled us both over. She was on her back, her legs around my hips, as I pounded into her. My TK was still working her nipples and her clit like it was getting paid overtime, and I caught her mouth in a kiss, controlling her breath and battling her tongue with mine. Ness lost it – and she didn’t have much of “it” left to begin with.

She shrieked into my mouth as she began to spasm around my cock again. I finally unblocked myself, and I saw her eyes widen and bulge as she felt, for the very first time, a male orgasm, while simultaneously feeling everything my cock and my cum were doing to her insides. Meanwhile, I felt my own hot seed spurt directly against her cervix, and I’m sure my expression was just as priceless as Ness’s.

The loop of sensations kept us both cumming far longer than should have been possible. I remained on top of her, supporting most of my weight with my arms, my cock still buried inside of her. She, in turn, clung to me, her face pressed into my shoulder. When her head finally dropped back I saw that her cheeks were wet.

“Ness?” I asked, concerned for health more than anything else. I checked to make sure her body hadn’t forgotten how to do anything else important.

“So good,” she said. “Thank you. It was everything I ever hoped for. Amanda told me how it could be, but I wasn’t sure. I’d heard so many stories.”

“Thank you,” I said. “You only get one first time, and I’m honored that you shared yours with me.”

My cock, totally exhausted, slipped out of her tight channel. I moved off her and laid down alongside, holding her to me.

There was a soft knock on the door, and when it opened, all three girls entered. Ness smiled at them, not seeming bothered in the least that she was laying down, naked, with my cum running from her pussy.

“Congratulations,” said Amanda, “and welcome. I hope it was as good for you as ours was for us.”

“I don’t know,” said Ness with a grin. “I didn’t see yours, but you saw mine. What do you think?”

“It was pretty epic,” said Mary, smiling. “I think your mother is still having aftershocks.”

Ness giggled and blushed at the same time. Jules had a stunned expression on her face that made me wonder how she’d even walked into the bedroom on her own.

“Jules?” asked Ness. “Are you okay?”

“I...” she began. “Wow!”

Ness laughed. “That good?”

“Even when I experienced that sharing by mistake it was nothing like that,” Jules said. “I don’t know if it’s because my sex drive is switched on, or something else, but that was incredible. Did you actually pass out?”

“I think so,” Ness said. “Did I?”

I smiled at her. “For a little while,” I said. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m floating on air, like I just ran a marathon, and like someone just shoved a baseball bat up my twat. In that order.”

I chuckled.

Mary and Amanda closed on Ness. “Come on, let’s get you sorted,” they said, gently disengaging her from me. “Caleb, shower, then our bed.”

“Yes ma’am” I said. Jules accompanied me in our shower.

“You okay?” I asked her as I dried her back. We had washed each other, but that was all.

“Sometime soon,” she said thoughtfully, “not this time, but soon - will you take my virginity?”

“If that’s what you want,” I said, turning her around to face me, “I would be honored.”

“That was intense,” she continued, “and amazing. I also want you to fuck my ass.”

She grinned as she saw the shock on my face. “It’s like I’ve turned into Jekyll and Hyde,” she said. “For most of the time I have no interest in sex whatsoever. And then for four, maybe five days, I become almost a nymphomaniac. Each time it gets worse. Each time I need more. I guess that you are a bad influence on me, Mr. Stott.”

“Mmm, it’s definitely me, and not a certain twin,” I said. “She’s innocent in all of this, start to finish.”

“Come on,” Jules said. “Everyone is happy. Nobody has regrets. She knew, and she got the yeses. She’s kind of the resident expert.”

I laughed and finished drying her, pressing a gentle kiss to her butt as I was in the vicinity. “That she is,” I agreed.

I couldn’t help but compare hers and Ness’s asses. They were both perfect. There was nothing to choose between them. I decided I was the luckiest man alive.