Caleb 32 - The aftermath.
I climbed into bed, Jules beside me. After a few minutes, the door opened, and Ness and the twins entered. Ness was wearing a long T-shirt; she seemed to be walking a little stiffly.
She climbed into bed with me. Jules moved so that Ness could snuggle into my side, then scooted up behind her.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
She smiled up at me. “A little stiff and sore. but it was worth it.” She put her head down on my chest and I stroked her hair. She lay still for a while and then looked up at me again.
“Did you enjoy it?” she asked, exuding vulnerability.
“I loved it,” I said, realizing that I could have crushed her so easily with a word.
She sighed and put her head back down on my chest. Jules caught my eye and smiled at me. I felt Mary’s power swell, and before I knew much more, I was asleep.
I was woken a little before four by whispering. I chuckled to myself. They - Amanda and Ness, I thought - could have been completely silent using the connection, but they seemed to have forgotten about that, and were holding an entire conversation out loud. The strange thing was that they were both halfway down the bed, their faces just above my groin. I decided to wait and allow them to enact their rather obvious plan.
I felt tentative hands pull the front of my shorts down to release my cock, which was still limply snoozing itself. A gentle hand took hold and soon woke him up, bringing him to full attention with expert manipulation. Amanda, I decided. Another, less-skilled hand took over and squeezed gently. It was when I felt the hot wetness of a mouth engulf my head that I could no longer pretend sleep. I moaned. I looked down and could see Ness in the low light. She was still wearing her t-shirt; Amanda appeared to be nude. Ness’s eyes shone and she held the head of my cock in her mouth, the corners turned up a little as she tried to suppress a grin. Amanda was whispering quietly in her ear.
Ness began to lap at the head of my cock while holding it in her mouth. She pushed a little further down, keeping her hand wrapped around my shaft but lapping at the underside of the head with her tongue.
Soon she was bobbing her head up and down, not taking me deep, but keeping up a constant stimulation. It didn’t take very long until I was getting close, but I could see also that her arm and mouth were both getting tired. I was just about to move when Jules intervened, pinning me to the bed and giving me one of her lustiest kisses. At the same time, Mary attacked from the other side,
lapping at one of my nipples while tweaking the other with her fingers. The final straw was Amanda fingering my ass.
I lost control and came, feeling myself spurt into Ness’ mouth. I had expected her to pull back and maybe just finish me with her hand, but she stuck with it, holding on to me. She swallowed some, but kept working my cock at the same time until she could feel I was done. Then she pulled off, her cheeks bulging.
I almost laughed when I saw the look of indecision on her face. She had already swallowed some of it, but that was in the heat of battle. She was debating what to do next when Amanda took the decision away from her. Gently turning Ness’ head, Amanda kissed her. I waited to see Ness’ reaction. They had kissed before, but, to put it mildly, circumstances were different. Amanda was initiating our youngest and newest member with a full-on, tongue-battling, snowballing kiss. She seemed determined to explore every inch of Ness’ mouth, and she’d waited until she’d had the perfect excuse: cleanup duty.
For a few seconds, Ness’ eyes bulged, but then she relaxed into the kiss and began to return the favor, demonstrating her lingual skills on Amanda. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless. At some point, they had swallowed what was left of my load, and I couldn’t be sure of how they’d divvied up the spoils. I watched Ness carefully, waiting for the realization of what had just happened to hit her, and for her reaction.
“Wow,” said Amanda. “That was amazing! Thank you.”
Ness blushed. “I’ve never kissed a girl like that before.”
“I think you liked it,” said Amanda, looking down pointedly to where Ness’ hand was still resting on Amanda’s breast.
“Oh!” said Ness, pulling her hand back as if she had been burned. “Sorry.”
Amanda took Ness’ hand and placed it back on her breast. “Don’t be sorry. I liked it. Would it be alright if I touched you?”
Ness, looking a little like a deer in the headlights, nodded, and Amanda placed her hand on Ness’ chest, squeezing her breast lightly and running her thumb over where I suspected her nipple was. That was confirmed when her T-shirt poked out as the nipple stiffened up, looking for more attention.
Amanda obliged, gently tracing her thumb over the erect nipple and then rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. Ness’ eyes began to glaze over, and her breathing got heavier.
Amanda brought her other hand up and began to play with Ness’ other breast, lavishing the same attention on the nipple as she moved closer for another kiss. Ness made no objection, melting into Amanda as she gently drew the younger girl in and began to play her body like some kind of musical instrument.
Within a few minutes, somehow, Ness had lost her shirt, and Amanda was alternately feasting on her lips and her nipples. The teenager seemed lost in a fugue; her body was reacting to the older girl’s manipulations, but her mind seemed lost in a haze. I examined Ness’ thoughts to make sure that she was happy with what was happening; I discovered – or inferred, more precisely – that although she was nervous, she was enjoying the attention immensely and wanted to see where it would lead.
It was obvious to me where it was going to lead, and I watched, amused, as Amanda worked her way down Ness’ body until she was laid between her legs, lapping at her still-sore pussy. Perhaps Ness would have come out of the fugue a little and realized what was happening had Mary not stepped in and begun to kiss her.
Mary deepened the kiss while gently stroking at Ness’ chest. As soon as Amanda was confident that Mary’s sexy distraction was in full swing, she began applying soothing ministrations to Ness’ pussy, building her slowly toward a gentle orgasm. Distracted as she was, Ness didn’t even feel a hint of fear that what Amanda was doing might hurt. Thanks to the twin’s expertise, it never did.
It didn’t take long, and Ness squeaked into Mary’s mouth as she crested, riding the wave of her cum as Amanda suckled gently at her clit. She continued to lap at Ness until the younger girl jumped and pulled away.
“Too much,” she said and then looked down to see Amanda grinning up at her from between her legs. Ness blushed, the flush extending all the way down from her face and into her chest. Then she looked at me.
I leaned forward and kissed her.
“That was a wonderful way to wake up,” I said, “Thank you.”
Ness turned her head to look at Mary, who smiled gently at her.
“Sorry,” Mary said. “You are just so irresistible.” She leaned forward and kissed her again. Ness was even quicker to relax into that one. By the time they had separated, Amanda had moved up to her other side.
“Thank you,” said Amanda. “You taste divine.” Then she leaned forward and kissed her again. Ness’ hand came up to the back of Amanda’s head, gently holding her in place to affirm and extend their romantic diminuendo.
“Do you want me to…?” asked Ness as they separated. She seemed nervous.
Amanda smiled. “Let’s save something for another day,” she said stroking the younger girl’s hair. “We have plenty of time ahead of us.”
Then Ness looked up and saw Jules watching her. Her eyes filled with shame, and she dropped her head. “Jules, I…”
“Hey, brat,” said Jules gently. “They didn’t do anything to you that they haven’t already done to me. Only I begged them to do it. There is nothing to be ashamed about.”
Ness looked up and into her sister’s eyes. All she saw there was love. She reached for her sister and pulled her into a hug, completely oblivious to the fact that they were both naked. Jules smiled and held her close.
A little later than usual we got up, dressed, and went out onto the deck to train. The dogs didn’t complain about our tardiness and were as pleased to see us as they always were. Since we were up late, it was only about forty minutes before Cheryl appeared in the kitchen door.
She walked over to Ness and pulled her into an embrace.
“Thank you,” she said. “That was one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had. Thank you for sharing that with me.”
Ness blushed, but returned the hug.
Then Cheryl turned to me. She pulled me in and kissed me, once again demonstrating her skills. Had it not been for the early morning blowjob, I would have been as rigid as ever. It was still a close thing though.
“Jesus, woman, are you not satisfied yet?” Dean’s voice came wearily from the kitchen door.
“Gods, I don’t know what you did to her,” he said to me, “but she damn near killed me last night.”
She finally released me from the kiss, although her arms were still around my neck, and she was still pressed up against me.
“I think you probably have a few nights like that to come,” I said. “If what my dad says is true, I think she’ll feed off the energy for a while yet.”
“I may send her your way then,” he said, semi-seriously. “I don’t think I can keep up.”
Just then I felt a jolt of pain from Ness.
“Ness?” I asked, turning round and looking at her.
“Damn,” she said. “It’s starting.”
I reached in and blocked her pain signals, hopeful that I wouldn’t have to do it on a monthly basis too many more times.
“Are you actually due?” I asked. I was worried that I might have injured her the previous night.
She nodded. “I was praying that it would hold off until after my birthday. I guess I got my wish.” She looked disappointed. “But...”
I sensed she thought that our playtime was over - that nobody would want to go near her while she was on her period. I laughed, remembering Daisy’s remark to Jules.
“What’s funny?” she asked a little peevishly.
“Go take care of yourself,” I said. “I’ll tell you when you get back.”
We all went to get showered. While we were getting dressed afterward, I asked Jules if I could show Ness that memory. She blushed a little, but smiled. “I guess,” she said. “She is going to have to get used to seeing me playing with others.”
When Ness came into the bedroom, I had just finished dressing. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and she sat on my knee.
“I get the feeling that you think that because you started your period, we can’t play anymore?” I asked.
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think I’d want you in there while…”
“Jules had the same thoughts,” I said. “Then she met a girl named Daisy. You might remember her. She is the chef whose memories I took to learn to cook.”
“You played with Daisy?” she asked.
I nodded. “And Jules was active, so she joined in. Then this happened.”
I showed her the memory.
Daisy ran her hand down until she cupped Jules’s ass, and she seemed surprised to find her still wearing panties.
Jules finally released my cock from her mouth and looked up at Daisy, who had broken the kiss with Amanda.
“The timing was a bit inconvenient for me,” she said, a slight blush on her face.
“Your period?” asked Daisy bluntly, and Jules nodded, her blush deepening.
“You got a tampon in?” Daisy asked, and Jules nodded again.
“Well, your clit’s not bleeding, is it?” Daisy asked rhetorically.
She guided Jules up the bed and gently began to pull her panties down.
“She… Jules…” said Ness in surprise.
“It’s not a big deal,” I assured her. “If you don’t feel like it, then that’s a different matter. But most girls I know are probably at their horniest just before and during their period. Remember that you have some very special partners who can do a lot of very special things – like, for example, extend those invitations that you’re now allowed to accept whenever you want. I’ve also had some practice with sex illusions, though that does take more planning if you want the top shelf experience.”
Ness’ eyes brightened at that. I couldn’t help adding one more thing, though, remembering a certain “Yes” our newest member had hissed out the night before.
“Amanda’s also a big fan of certain other other things,” I said with a grin, “and I imagine she’ll be extolling their virtues to you very soon.”
If she was faking naivete, she did a good job of it. I let her silently consider all her options for a minute before changing the subject – unless of course she decided she didn’t want to change subjects.
“So, what are the plans for today?” I asked.
“It’s not too cold,” she said. “We could go for a ride?”
I thought that was a great idea. I hadn’t seen Blaze for some time, and I had missed the big guy. Jules and the twins were not so keen, but said that we should go. Dean and Cheryl told me that I was officially on vacation. Dean even made a crack about spending time with my ‘new bride.’ Much to my relief, it came off as humorous rather than dour or resentful.
Blaze seemed pleased to see me, or at least he was pleased to see the carrots that I brought with me. Ness’ horse was equally enamored of the vegetable bribes she was offered. They both stood obligingly as we put their saddles on. We had just finished when Cheryl poked her head into the barn. She was holding a bag. “I packed you guys some lunch in case you want to stay out longer. There are flasks of soup in there too. I put some more carrots and a couple of apples in for the horses.”
We thanked her, and then led the horses out of the barn before mounting up and starting our ride.
Ness and I chatted as we allowed the horses to amble, not really paying attention to where we were going. I saw we were near the woods, so I suggested that it would be a good place to stop for lunch, since we had been pottering about Dean’s land for about three hours.
We found a place to stop and set up our picnic. As I had on the cattle drive, I just looped Blaze’s rein over his neck so it would not be in his way. I let him wander off.
“Aren’t you worried he’ll stray too far?” asked Ness.
I shook my head. “We have an understanding,” I said. “He’ll come back when I want him.”
Ness was less trusting of her mare and looped her reins around a tree branch. They both had low shrubs all around to graze on regardless. We found a downed tree and settled on the trunk to have our lunch.
“How long do you have left at school?” I asked.
“Two months,” she said. “Then, if I get the results I want, I can move in with you.”
“No,” I said. She looked stunned for a moment until I continued. “You are moving in with us, no matter what your results are. We are together now, and you belong with us.”
“What if…”
“If you don’t get the results you need, then we’ll figure it out,” I said. “But while we’re doing that, wouldn’t you much rather live with us?”
She nodded immediately. I smiled, satisfied. We finished our lunches and mounted up again.
Once we got back to the stable, we spent an hour caring for the horses. I enjoyed brushing and combing Blaze, and he seemed to like the attention. Then we went back to the house.
“I need a shower,” I said. “I stink of horse.”
I went up to our room and I got in the shower. A cold rush of air told me that someone had followed me in, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who.
“I needed a shower too,” said Ness. “Jules said you like to shower with her, so I thought…”
“You don’t have to think,” I said. “You’re welcome to join me, or anyone else in the family, any time you want.”
Washing Ness’ hair took quite a bit more time than it did to wash Jules’s since it was so much longer, but we both enjoyed the process. Then I took my time washing her back, enjoying the sensation of my soapy hands gliding over her wet, slippery skin. I enjoyed washing her butt even more, and she moaned as I massaged her cheeks, but flinched as I ran my hand up her crack and across her little star. That was curious to me; I recalled again her much-more-positive response the prior night, but I guessed that was in the heat of the moment.
I continued my ministrations to her ass, once more massaging her cheeks, and she relaxed again. The second time I ran my hand between her cheeks she flinched less. I figured that was enough and turned her around. I was a little bit torn between letting Amanda have her seductive fun and beating her to the punch. Ness’ own comfort was the most important thing to me, though. I was happy to take it slowly.
I moved her hair to behind her, and began on her shoulders and arms, soaping and stroking. Then I moved onto her chest. I soaped both breasts and gently washed around and between them, my palms stroking over her nipples, which were hard as diamonds. Then I moved to her belly.
I knelt before her and soaped her left leg from ankle to hip, massaging her calf and her thigh in the process. I repeated that on the other side before allowing the shower’s spray to rinse all the soap away.
She lifted each foot, at my request, steadying herself with a hand on my shoulder as I washed them too.
Finally, all that was left was her pussy. I gently soaped around her pussy lips, allowing my finger to glide between them. She had a tampon in, and I softly worked around the string so it didn’t rub her. When I got to the top of her slit, her clit was standing proud. I stood up and turned her around, holding her against my body, her wet hair cool against me. I reached around, and, with soap-slicked fingers, began to gently massage her clit with one hand whilst using the other on her nipples and breasts.
Ness pushed her hips forward, seeking more contact on her little button, and I obliged. Then she pushed back, feeling my hardness lodged between the cheeks of her ass. She moaned.
I continued the stimulation of her clit, increasing the intensity and speed as she began to thrust her hips. I set my TK loose on her nipples and brought my free hand up to her neck, holding her tight against me. Her breath caught as my fingers encircled her throat. There was a thrill of fear which ran deliciously up her spine, and I squeezed her neck gently as my fingers worked her button furiously.
“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed, and came. Her knees buckled, but I held her up - partially with TK and partially with my hand on her neck. She seemed to like being at my mercy, and, as her orgasm washed over her, the feeling of increased pressure on her throat triggered a second, which hit her even before the first was done. My cock was pressed into her ass crack, and I could feel her little star clenching and releasing against the shaft. I didn’t stop the stimulation, though, because I knew that there was at least one more for her. She began to shudder as her third consecutive orgasm tore through her, robbing her of coherent speech. She could only grunt. I strummed at her clit as my TK was pulling and biting at her nipples. I turned her head and captured her lips with mine, forcing my tongue into her mouth and dominating her. Her scream as her fourth and final orgasm hit would have reverberated through the entire house, had I not been gagging her with my mouth. She wriggled and twitched, and then once again, blacked out.
I supported her with TK as I rinsed her off with the warm water. She regained consciousness a few seconds later as I was gently soothing her body with my hands. When I saw that she was capable of standing unaided, I released my TK, and she staggered out of the shower. I had alerted Mary and Amanda and they were there to greet her, assisting the still-stunned teen to get dry.
I finished off my own shower, and by the time I was dried, Ness was waiting for me in the bedroom.
She looked me up and down as I entered. My cock, for the want of stimulation, had given up and gone back to sleep. He’d become a very pragmatic fellow – a far cry from just a handful of months prior.
“That wasn’t fair,” she said, pouting a little.
“Who said life was fair?” I asked. I think my answer surprised her.
“I didn’t get to wash you,” she said.
“You had other things on your mind,” I said. “Besides, I owed you one for this morning.”
She considered that. “You keeping score?” she asked eventually.
I shook my head. “When you love someone, there is no score,” I said, “but you were just so irresistible I couldn’t help myself.”
“Am I?” she asked. “Irresistible? You seemed to manage okay up until Tuesday. How did you manage for so long if I am that irresistible?”
I sat down beside her, not caring that I was naked.
“Because before Tuesday, you were still a child,” I said. “In my mind. That was what made it possible, even easy to resist you.. I loved you, yes. I was in love with you, yes. But I could not be, would not be, sexually attracted to a child.
“I’m sorry if that made you feel unattractive, but I hope that over the next weeks, months and years I’ll be able to make it up to you and prove just how attracted to you…how much in love with you…I really am.”
“I guess it still hasn’t sunk in that I’m part of your family now,” she said. “It doesn’t help that you are going back on Saturday and leaving me behind.”
“Not by choice,” I said. “If there was a way I could stay, or you could come with, then I would be all over it. But we both have commitments. You need to graduate, and I need to get back to university, my hypnotherapy business, and my training.”
“Hypnotherapy business?” she asked. “What’s that?”
I was surprised. “Didn’t Jules mention it?”
She shook her head.
“I’m training my Compulsion by pretending to be a hypnotherapist. I help people lose weight or stop smoking.”
“You can make people lose weight?” she asked. I’d barely even begun to nod when she shot to her feet and darted to the door. Then she was gone, and it was my turn to be stunned.
“Ness?” I sent.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” she replied evasively. “Get dressed.”
I figured I would find out soon enough, and Ness didn’t seem to be of a mind to explain. I dressed and walked down the stairs, trying not to feel too peeved. Dean, Cheryl and the girls were in the living room. “Where did Ness dash off to?” I asked. The girls and Dean shrugged.
“She said something about going to see Fiona,” Cheryl said.
“Who is Fiona?” I asked.
“Her friend from school,” said Cheryl. “They have been friends for years.”
I looked at the clock. It was getting close to dinner time.
“I’ll start dinner,” I said.
“Make enough for an extra couple of mouths if Fiona is coming,” said Dean, “That girl makes us look like picky eaters.”
That was enough for me to connect the dots. I went into the kitchen and began to cook.
Dinner was almost ready when Ness returned with another girl and an older woman. The girl must have weighed in at three hundred pounds if she was an ounce. I wondered how she had fit into Ness’ car, until I happened to glance outside and saw a minivan parked in the drive.
“Fiona,” said Ness, “This is Caleb: my fiancé.”
Fiona blushed, but her girlishness ended there. She looked me up and down, sizing me up, before offering me her hand. I caught the thought that she had spoken to Ness about the previous night and knew what had gone on. She was fronting an illogical combination of skepticism and playful shaming – I heard what you did last night, naughty boy, but I don’t believe you were that good - but it was masking frustration and envy. I needed no powers to infer the fraught relationship she had with Ness. She probably needed Ness’ friendship desperately, but Ness’ radiant beauty was a terrible sore spot. It probably hadn’t even occurred to Ness that her recent ‘girl talk’ had poked at that festering wound.
I masked my understanding, and almost everything else, and smiled at her politely. “Pleased to meet you.”
I looked at the older woman, who smiled wryly.
“Don’t mind them,” she said. “I’m invisible when those two get together. You’re clearly not. I’m Clarissa, Fiona’s mother.”
I smiled at her too. “Happy to meet you too. I just cooked dinner; would you like to join us?” I figured since Dean had told me to cook extra, he would be fine with me extending the invite.
“Ness says you are a good cook,” said Clarissa. “Not as good as she is, I’m sure, but I’m always grateful to get a break. Thank you.”
“Oh, he’s getting there,” Ness said with a smile. Clarissa didn’t seem surprised. Instead, she looked like she knew the score: I was getting bonus points across the board because of Ness’ adoration of me
We all sat down, and I served up. Of course, I had made Moussaka. It had become my signature dish, and I hadn’t yet made it that visit. I made a believer of Clarissa, and that felt good. She very graciously admitted she’d been wrong – not in so many words, but her face and her empty plate said it all.
Dean had been right. It was a good thing I had made extra; the amount that Fiona put away was unreal. I could see why she was so fat. Given my own background, I was quick to blame a general lack of self-discipline for weight issues, but Fiona’s performance had me immediately wondering if there was something legitimately, medically wrong.
After dinner, Clarissa approached me. “Ness says that you help people lose weight.”
“I am a licensed hypnotherapist, but only in Oregon,” I said. “I deal in weight loss and smoking cessation, largely.”
“I’m sure you’ve put two and two together,” she said.
I nodded, trying to radiate sympathy and suppress any hint of judgment.
“She started comfort eating when my husband left,” she explained. “Up until about four years ago, believe it or not, she was as thin as a rake. I struggled to get her to eat at all. Now I can’t stop her. I spend more on groceries now than I ever did when my husband was around, and she has piled on the pounds.
“I’ve tried to get her to diet, but nothing works. Her counselor says that when she is ready… yada yada, but already she is having problems with her knees and her hips. Her periods have stopped, and some of the other kids at her school are evil. Everything is feeding into it, and it’s a vicious circle. We tried hypnotherapy before, but they said they couldn’t induce a trance.”
“How old is she?” I asked.
“Seventeen,” she said. “She will be eighteen in three weeks.”
I thought about it for a moment. I was certain I could help her, but at her weight, I was worried about moving too quickly. She was a short girl. Based on the charts I’d studied, her ideal weight was roughly a hundred and ten pounds, give or take ten. That was two hundred pounds of extra weight that her various organs had grown accustomed to – albeit poorly, and with strain - over a period of several years.
“It wouldn’t be a quick process,” I warned. “She has quite a lot to lose, and it would be genuinely dangerous to try to get her to drop too much all at once.”
“I realize that,” she said.
“Also, I live ten hours away,” I said. “How am I supposed to continue her treatment from that distance?”
“Can you not do it over video conference?” she asked.
I agonized. It wasn’t like the thought had never occurred. Fiona’s need was dire, but I took my facade seriously. I imagined an excited teenager telling everyone on social media that I’d magically helped her drop two hundred pounds by hypnotizing her over a Zoom call. It would be amazing for business – but for a business I wasn’t planning on being in for very much longer, and at the cost of a lot of undue attention.
As for the strain on my own powers, that wasn’t an issue. I could set up literally everything in a single session, which I could perform while I was still on holiday. Everything else – every subsequent Zoom call – wouldn’t require any fresh exercise. I could embed one phrase to induce the trance, another to pull her out, and a proviso that only something near enough to my voice would trigger them.
In case of an emergency, I would have Ness as a proxy for two more months. I’d been exercising my powers enough to be confident that I could trigger some basic Compulsions. I’d just make sure to have a pile of empty calories next to me as I worked.
I sighed, and tried to think about how to cover myself.
“I’ll pay you whatever you want,” said her mother, interpreting that sigh as a bargaining tactic. “If you can get her to lose even fifty pounds, you can name your price.”
I shook my head. “It would be against the law for me to charge you money,” I said. “I’m not licensed here. Besides, she’s Ness’ friend. I wouldn’t dream of it. That’s not my primary concern.”
“We wouldn’t tell anyone,” Clarissa promised. “Nothing would ever get back to the government in Oregon or whoever.”
“Can you help her?” asked Ness. “Please?” Puss in Boots was back.
Fiona just sat on the sofa. Her face was a mask. I could see that she hated being overweight, but had no motivation to try and lose it. She was on a downward spiral, and I would have bet money that, left untreated, she would take her own life – either actively or passively. She was already in the process of doing the latter.
I turned to the gathered crowd. It was too many people. “Can we please have the room?” I asked. There were sober nods and a gradual exodus. Clarissa obviously stayed. Of our family, only Ness lingered.
“Can I stay?” she asked.
I tilted my head towards Fiona and her mother.
“Can I?” she asked again, to them.
Fiona sighed, and nodded. Clarissa joined her on the sofa. That gave Ness no room to sit, but she moved over to her friend nevertheless and offered a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“Fiona,” I said.
She looked at me.
“What do you want?” I asked.
She looked surprised by the question. I felt a lot of angst in her. She decided to go on the attack. “I want to get laid,” she said.
“Fiona!” her mother said reproachfully.
“Well, I do,” she said, “but who in their right might is going to want to sleep with this?” She indicated herself.
“If that is your goal, then why not do something about it?” I asked.
“You think I haven’t tried?” she said bitterly. “I lose ten pounds or so, and then it stops, no matter what I do. And then it all goes back on, and more besides. I’m just a fat pig and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“Don’t say that,” said Ness, sliding her arm around to the other shoulder. “Caleb will help you.”
“Is he going to fuck me?” she asked. Ness looked shocked.
“Would that motivate you to lose weight?” I asked.
She snorted. “You’re like the rest. All talk.”
“I think I can help you,” I said, “but you have to want to be helped. I’m not wasting my time on you if you are not prepared to work with me.”
She looked at me for a few minutes. I was more tempted than I ever had been to use my Telepathy, but she was underage, and I hadn’t gotten her consent – or her mother’s, technically, though that seemed a done deal.
“Okay,” she said.
“Okay,” I echoed. “I’d be willing to try. I have to insist on that special condition, though. This needs to be a private matter - a special favor for a friend of the family that doesn’t get talked about with anyone – and absolutely not over social media. That might even require you two to get a little creative with what you say and don’t say in the future. Are you willing to commit to that?”
“I’ll tell people she found Jesus,” Clarissa said. “Anything.”
Fiona snorted again. “You would.”
I stared hard at her. She fumed and pouted, but eventually gave in.
“I promise,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Even if you wave a magic wand and turn me into Cinderella – and even if I don’t turn back into a giant fucking pumpkin at midnight – I won’t say anything. I pinkie swear.”
I held out my pinkie expectantly. She and her mother looked at me like I had two heads. Ness, at least, seemed amused. Moments passed. Nobody moved.
“I’m not getting lawyered later,” I said. “You brought it up. Follow through. Consider that your first lesson too.”
She rolled her eyes again, but, with some more silent pleading from Ness, she joined pinkies and sealed the bargain.
“Okay,” I said. “We’re almost done. Let me go get my laptop; that’s where I keep the consent forms.”
Like magic, Mary waltzed into the room, laptop in hand.
“I’m Mary,” she said, “Caleb’s secretary” she handed me the laptop. The consent form was already displayed.
“Ness is almost as much of a natural with superpowers as her sister,” she sent with a twinkle in her eye, “and quite the problem-solver too.”
I did my best to pretend I wasn’t surprised, took the laptop, and handed it to Clarissa.
“I love you, you know that?” I sent to Mary.
“I do, but you’ll still have to prove it later. Salary and benefits.”
“Thank you, Mary,” I said aloud. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Happy to help, sir,” she said.
Fiona and Clarissa didn’t seem fazed at all by the ‘paperwork’. The younger girl was as sullen as ever, while her mother was fully engaged. I was surprised that Clarissa didn’t ask any questions. I supposed that “real” hypnotherapists – and yes, I recognized the Gordian Knot of irony – used very similar language in their various forms.
Clarissa looked to her daughter and waited for eye contact. A well-worn silent conversation took place, and, with a final nod, the beleaguered mother ‘signed’ the form.
For completeness, and since Fiona was on the cusp of being a legal adult, I decided it might be a good idea to get her to sign the consent form too. I handed her the laptop. She looked at me in
confusion at first until I explained my reasoning. Looking at her mother, who nodded, she co-signed the form.
“Excellent,” I said, clapping my hands together to refocus everyone’s attention. “Now, on to business. Do you have a scale at home?”
Clarissa nodded.
“When did you last weigh yourself?” I asked Fiona.
“This morning,” she said bitterly. “I weigh myself every morning.” She pulled out her phone. “The scales have a Bluetooth connection to my phone. Otherwise, I can’t read them. I can’t see the display when I’m standing on them.”
She showed me her app. That morning’s weight was three hundred and twelve pounds.
“What were you wearing when you weighed?”
“Nothing,” she said. “It’s my morning ritual. I get up, go pee, get ready to shower and then weigh myself before I get in.”
“How tall are you?”
“Five... five and a half maybe.”
“Okay,” I said. “Based on my research, your ideal weight is somewhere in the range of one hundred to one hundred twenty pounds. Obviously we can’t have you dropping two hundred pounds overnight. Even if it were possible, it would be incredibly dangerous. This is going to be a process. However, if you cooperate with the hypnosis and follow my instructions, I expect that, by your next birthday, you will be under three hundred pounds. By your nineteenth, you’ll be under one-forty. Not only that, but you may find that you enjoy the journey, not just the destination.”
Fiona rolled her eyes again. I decided a firmer hand was going to be necessary until I got her under.
“The consent form doesn’t oblige me to do anything,” I told her. “Say it out loud. Say you want my help, and you’re willing to work with me.”
We had another contest of wills. It was illogical and pointless.
“Please, Fiona,” Ness said. “He’s different. Please. It’s me.”
Clarissa stayed out of it. She just didn’t have any more strength. For all the resentment Fiona held towards her best – possibly only – friend, love won out, barely. “Well, she was right that he can cook,” she said to herself. I suppressed a smile.
“Caleb,” Fiona forced out, “I would very much like to lose weight, and keep it off this time. Would you please help me? I’m willing to try it your way.”
“Then I will,” I said. “Let me go ask Dean and Cheryl if we can use the den. I think that’s the best place.”
“What, you mean now?” Fiona asked. “Like… now, now?”
“Yes he means now,” Clarissa answered. “There’s no time like the present, and in-person visits are better. Take advantage while he’s here.”
As I expected, Dean and Cheryl were more than happy to let me use any room in the house. I returned to Fiona and her mother, then led them both to the den.
“Me too?” Clarissa asked.
It was my turn to look at her like she had two heads. “She’s a seventeen-year-old girl,” I said. “I’m not going into a room alone with her.”
Fiona’s angst found a new angle. “Come on, Mom,” she said. “It’s not like I get to keep any secrets from you anyway. I’m too fat to be sneaky.”
“Can I come too?” I heard from behind the pair. It was Ness. Her voice was the pitch-perfect complement to those big, brown eyes.
I shook my head. She looked hurt. I saw a telltale sign of Telepathic communication just then. With a final pout, she headed off to find one of the other girls.
We went into the den, the three of us. Fiona sat on the sofa – the only seat she could fit in. Clarissa took a chair. I took the other.
“Ready?” I asked, and Fiona nodded. I got her to count backward from one hundred. She made it to ninety-one.
“Fiona has a long road ahead of her,” I said to her mother, who nodded soberly. “I’m going to include an incentive reward scheme in her program. She will weigh herself each week, and if she has lost enough weight, then she will get a reward. I find that works well with those who have a lot to lose.”
“We tried that,” she said. “The only thing she seems to value as a reward is food. It started okay, and then if she missed by just a little, she would still reward herself, and before we knew it…”
“I use a different type of reward,” I said, “one I can’t use until her birthday.”
“Until her birthday?” Clarissa echoed. “What on Earth…”
“An orgasm,” I said bluntly. “I deal in what works, and Fiona’s already made it clear that she’d have no objections to that particular incentive.”
Clarissa blushed. “Well now, I don’t think…”
“Your opinion on that particular subject matters until she’s eighteen,” I said, “and until then, it won’t be happening, so it’s moot. Once she’s eighteen, with all due respect, she could come back to me and start the whole process over again as an independent adult anyway.”
Clarissa stopped herself from saying anything else. She looked away, clearly thinking. She sighed. “I said I’d try anything. I’m not a liar.” She looked back up at me; disbelief was evident on her face. “Still, though, how can you even…?”
“It’s fairly simple,” I said. “It’s just another post-hypnotic suggestion.”
“Well,” she said, clearly still skeptical, “I guess we’ll see. I mean she’ll see. I mean... oh dear.”
I gave her a moment to collect herself.
“Until then,” I said, “I don’t want her to weigh herself. I want there to be real sense of accomplishment when she gets on the scales on her birthday. Since she mentioned the ten pound
mark specifically, it’ll be good for her to get over that hurdle without much fanfare. On her birthday, when she reads her result, well, it’ll be a doozy. Since she doesn’t read the scale directly, I’ll have her go back to her room first. It’ll probably be safer if she’s laid down.”
With no words, but plenty of blushing, Clarissa conceded the point.
“The only reason I’m telling you, by the way,” I said, “is because I’m not telling her. It’s better if she’s surprised by it, and puts the pieces together on her own. Since I imagine she’ll still be under your roof the first time it happens, I just want you to be prepared.”
“As much as I can be, I suppose,” she muttered.
“As much as you can be,” I agreed.
I supposed I could’ve waited to work on Fiona until I was ready to put on the farce, but, more out of habit than for any other reason, I’d already gotten started. The first step, as always, to probe her mind and try to firm up the exact reasons she was struggling.
Her mother had gotten it right. Fiona had loved her father dearly, and when he’d left and never even bothered to contact her, she’d thought it was because of her. She’d never stopped thinking that, and began to view herself as unlovable in general. To numb the pain and the feelings of worthlessness, she’d turned to food.
I dug around in her memory, saw the arguments between her parents and how her father had gotten sick of ‘providing’ for what he considered an ungrateful family. I saw the discussions between Fiona and her mother where Clarissa told her that her father had met someone else and had moved cross country to be with his ‘new love,’ and that it didn’t mean he didn’t love her any more.
I also saw the disappointment every holiday and birthday since, when there was no card, no gift, no contact. Fiona had changed from being a happy - if slightly manic - teen, into the cynical, self-hating, self-destructive girl sitting in front of me.
Using imagery similar to that I had used with Jamie, the counselor, I strengthened Fiona’s sense of self-worth. I played hard on the love that her mother had for her, plus her friends - Ness and a few others - who had stood by her despite her attempts to alienate them.
I was careful not to incite negative thoughts about her father, but I dampened the effect his loss had on her, dissociating the memories of him from the feelings of pain and loss that she had each time she thought of him. I got that idea from Dianna – how she’d wanted to dissociate my emotional response to the memories I had taken from Harold Bleasedale. They would still be there, but they wouldn’t hurt any more.
I placed all the usual instructions, and added in the key phrases to bring her in and out of trances for our virtual sessions – with the proviso that only something very close to the sound of my voice would make the phrases effective. I did have to account for crappy connections and speakers, after all, and I didn’t think Fiona was going to be the victim of any deep-Psi-state conspiracy that tried to replicate my voice.
I had finished doing what I needed to by the time the conversation with her mother was over.
“If only it were that simple,” Clarissa said with a sigh. She reached into her pocket, and then stopped herself.
“Did you want to stop smoking while you are here?” I asked. She looked at me.
“I can do that in a single treatment,” I said, then added, “and no orgasms required!” to try to lighten the mood.
She laughed. “Shame. I could do with a few of those.”
“Okay then. Each Sunday night at ten p.m., if you haven’t had a cigarette all week, you will have an orgasm, for a period of one year. Since it’s halfway through the week already, Sunday’s will be a freebie as long as you don’t have another cigarette before then.”
She gaped. “You can’t be serious.”
“Want to stop?” I asked. “Still against the law for me to charge you any money.”
That tipped the scales immediately. She nodded. This time, I called for Mary out loud. Her appearing magically in the doorway with my laptop, which I had left in the living room, would have been too much. I met her at the door, leaned out, took the computer, and stole a quiet kiss.
I walked over to Clarissa, handed it to her, then settled back into my chair.
“I’ll sort Fiona first,” I said. “Then I’ll wake her up and she can chaperone you.”
I spent fifteen minutes or so talking to the ‘entranced’ Fiona. I verbalized everything I had already done, for the benefit of her mother, who squirmed uncomfortably when I placed the instructions about the incentives. By the time I had finished and woken her up, Clarissa had had her new form signed. I had her count back from one hundred and resolved her issues. I didn’t bother probing her mind too deeply, and I kept the filler light and breezy. Fiona was surprised enough to see her mother fall into a trance and mindlessly nod along to my suggestions. I think that helped her believe that her own session might produce real results.
The pair collected themselves and left after that. Fiona was too out of sorts to be unpleasant, and even gave Ness a real hug. Clarissa was torn between skepticism, embarrassment, hope, and anticipation. I got the sense that, for her, Sunday night couldn’t arrive quickly enough. She was a good mom, though. The lion’s share of hope was for her daughter.
“Could you help her?” asked Ness afterwards.
“Yes,” I said, “but in future, do me a favor and talk to me before dashing off – or even during, remember?” I tapped my head. “You didn’t leave me much choice in the matter, really, did you?”
Ness looked a little cowed.
“I just wanted…”
“I know,” I said, pulling her to me and sitting down simultaneously so she ended up in my lap. “I wouldn’t have refused, but there may be reasons that I can’t help that you don’t know about. That can lead to some very hard conversations – conversations I’d like to be more prepared to have.”
She nodded. “Sorry,” she said a little bashfully.
I grinned at her. “I love you,” I said, and she brightened up.
I went to bed an hour later. Jules was once again in the bedroom, and Amanda was with her.
“I’ll take care of our little girl tonight,” said Amanda, kissing Jules, who moaned appreciatively. A few minutes later, Ness walked in.
Ness’ eyes went wide, and she almost turned and walked out again.
“Ness,” I said, and she looked at me. I held my arms out to her, and she came over. I pulled her close, but turned her until she had her back to me - facing Jules, who was oblivious to her surroundings, lost in Amanda’s ministrations.
“Nobody is asking you to get involved,” I said, “but when you live with us, you will see Jules like this, and she will see you. Does that bother you?”
“Not really,” she said eventually. “It was just a bit of a shock. That’s all.”
“And you feel guilty,” I said.
Her eyes swiveled to mine. “It’s wrong,” she said. “I shouldn’t feel this way about my sister.”
“By whose standards?” I asked. “You love Jules, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“Then you and she can do, with love, whatever you are both comfortable with,” I said. “There is nobody else in the world who can tell you what is right or wrong - not me, not your parents, not the twins, nobody. You do what is right for you.”
I held Ness to me, stroking her hair softly as we watched Amanda playing with her sister. I could feel the younger girl heating up in my arms. After a few minutes, she started to move unconsciously against me.
Jules was climbing toward her orgasm. I was pleased for her, and happy with Amanda. She had made it last for almost fifteen minutes.
I slid my hand down the front of Ness’ pants and between her legs. I began to gently manipulate her clit as she watched her sister getting eaten out. Her breathing got heavier, and she began to grind into my hand.
Jules came, and Amanda supported her through her orgasm. I could feel Ness climbing rapidly towards her own.
It wasn’t the biggest orgasm she had ever had - not even the biggest that day. But Ness stiffened up in my arms again and her breath hissed through her teeth as I stroked her to her climax. Her thighs clamped around my hand and held me in position while she ground against me. Then she relaxed. It wasn’t a multiple - just a plain old single cum.
When she came back to her senses, Jules was looking at her, a small smile on her face. Ness blushed.
“Jules, I…”
Jules said nothing. She just leaned in and kissed Ness.
It was one of her ‘post orgasm’ kisses, and it stunned Ness into immobility. She went rigid, but then relaxed as her sister’s tongue gently explored her mouth. After a moment, she began to return the kiss. Jules released her.
“Thank you,” Jules said.
Ness just stared, her eyes wide as she regarded her sister. Jules turned her head and kissed Amanda, who had moved to her other side. Amanda accepted the kiss, enjoying the closeness.
Ness still stared.
Then Jules turned back to Ness. I could see worry in her thoughts. I could also see she was about to apologize to her younger sister, but I stopped her.
“Don’t!” I sent to Jules. “Just wait. She’s assimilating. Give her time.”
Jules relaxed back and watched her sister, who continued to stare at her. Then Ness’ hand came up, touching her own mouth. It was as if she couldn’t believe it belonged to her. She ran her finger over her own lips, and then reached out, cupping her sister’s cheek, her thumb grazing over Jules’ lips.
Slowly, as if being driven against her will by an external force, she leaned forward, bringing their faces together until their lips touched again. Her hand shifted from Jules’ cheek to the back of her head as she drew her in for another, deeper kiss, no longer holding anything back. Both of them gave their all in a kiss that would have melted steel.
Eventually they came up for air. They broke apart, a thin string of saliva still connecting their mouths as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Each set of deep brown pools reflected the other.
“I love you, sis,” said Jules.
“I love you too,” said Ness.
They embraced, and, since they had both just cum, contented themselves in the closeness. I could feel them starting to doze and I flexed my power, allowing them both to fall asleep in each other’s arms.
“Wow, looks like I missed something good,” said Mary, entering the room. Amanda sent her the memory, and she smiled.
“About time, too,” said Mary. “They have been dancing around each other since Ness joined us. Norms really know how to screw up their children.”
“Not just Norms,” I said absently, and she looked at me, tilting her head to one side.
“When you were explaining about the amulet, you didn’t mention my family,” she said. “Why not?”
“Because that’s hopefully in the past,” I said. “I didn’t want her coming in with even more baggage about Dianna, or any preconceptions about you guys. I’ve finally accepted what I should have known all along: that you and Amanda are on my side. I don’t want to have Ness go through the same angst.”
There was a quiet knock on the door. Cheryl poked her head in. She looked flushed.
“Erm,” she said. “I’ve got a bit of a problem.”
“What’s up?” asked Amanda, although even without my mind reading, I could guess. Us sharing Ness’ first time had not necessarily been a good idea. Cheryl was still so worked up that Dean couldn’t satisfy her. They had had sex, and he had made her cum several times, but she had literally worn him out, and she was still horny. It would settle down over the next few days, but for the moment she was climbing the walls.
I nodded to the twins. They both got out of bed, naked, and went and took Cheryl’s hands. They guided her back to their bedroom. It was a good compromise; I figured Dean’s ego would barely feel the sting. I’d also entertained the thought of using a sex-illusion on Cheryl, but I hadn’t had time to
prepare anything. I considered taking her aside some time the next morning and making the offer. If she had something in mind, I’d happily oblige, but if not, I had an idea of my own.
When I woke at four the next morning, it was still only myself, Jules and Ness in bed. I had heard Cheryl’s cries of passion a few times in the night and had smiled to myself, proud that I hadn’t gotten angry about them ‘sharing’ without me being immediately, physically present. I had no doubt that Dean would be getting triple-teamed sometime soon – if he hadn’t been already - and that didn’t bother me either.
I left Jules and Ness asleep in each other’s arms and went to entertain the dogs on my own.
Dean surfaced ninety minutes later.
“How the fuck do you do it?” he asked.
“Do what?” I queried.
“I know you are younger than me,” he said, “but even at your age I couldn’t have kept up with just those two, let alone four plus all the others.”
“Good management,” I said. “I let them entertain each other most of the time. I just dip in and out, if you will excuse the pun.”
He laughed, and then went serious again.
“She is going to slow down again, isn’t she?” he asked.
“It will wear off,” I assured him. “Probably by the end of the week. I’m sorry; I should have warned you. You would have probably been the same if you had shared.”
He made a face. “I couldn’t,” he said. “Not with my little girl.”
“I understand,” I said. “I have another idea for Cheryl later if she’s still amped up.”
“You…?”
“No,” I said. “I love how close Cheryl and I are. I love flirting and the occasional kiss. And she does have an ass to die for. But it would feel wrong for me to do more. It’s more about you than her. It would feel disrespectful.”
“But you and she already had sex,” he said. “What’s different now?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I got to know you guys better. I got to know you. It’s like what I said over the Compulsion. If we were all ‘sharing’ together, it would be different. But you don’t really have that kind of relationship with Cheryl. It sometimes surprises me how okay you are with Cheryl kissing me the way she does. What happened this week is beyond the norm and has caused some side effects. I thought the girls helping her out would be less stressful for you then if I got involved - especially as I knew that they would probably include you come the morning.”
“And once during the night,” he said. He was so exhausted that he could barely even appreciate it.
I smiled. “They can be pretty wild when they get going,” I said. “Let’s see how Cheryl is when she wakes up, and then we can decide about later.”
When Cheryl did emerge, she literally glowed. She went over to Dean and pulled him into a steaming kiss. I seriously thought she was going to rape him on the kitchen floor. Then she came over to me and pulled me in for the same.
I got the feeling that Dean would not have turned a hair if she had bent over the kitchen table and demand that I fucked her there and then. Thankfully, she did not. I suspected she was going to take me up on my offer later.
Mary and Amanda emerged not long after, both wearing identical grins, although Amanda was walking a little tentatively.
"You okay?" I asked her.
“A little sore,” she said. “I got a bit carried away with Dean. I know now he is too fat for my ass.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Really?”
“At least for now,” she said with a cheeky grin, and went to flounce off, but couldn’t quite manage it.
Ness and Jules were the last to emerge. They came down together, and I sensed a change in their relationship. They had always been close, but there had been a big sister-little sister vibe between them. Now it seemed a more equal relationship.
I had made breakfast and we all sat down - Amanda still rather tentatively - to eat. We cleaned up and I looked out of the window; it was heaving down with rain.
“What’s the plan for today?” I asked.
“Some time on the range?” suggested Dean.
I wanted to, but I was there to spend time with Ness, so didn’t want to cut into that. “What would be most useful to me on that,” I said, “would be to be able to take your memories of your weapons training. Then I will have all the knowledge and will just have to do the practice. Would you be up for that?”
Dean thought about it for a minute. “You mean like you did with the math and Ness?” he asked, and I nodded. “Okay. What do you need me to do?”
“Think about all the weapons training you did,” I said. “Try and remember it in order. You don’t need to remember details, just generalities. That should pull all your memories together into a single location that I can access more easily. Then I can take them, and I’ll know all you know about weapons.”
He nodded. “I can do that.”
I looked at Ness. “How about you?” I asked.
She looked out of the window glumly. “I wanted for us to go for a walk,” she said.
“Hold that thought,” I said. “How about the rest of you guys?”
“A walk sounds nice,” said Mary. “Maybe a picnic?”
Amanda nodded, as did Jules. Ness looked at us as if we had gone mad.
“Cheryl?” I asked. She was still fidgety.
“I’m going for a long bath,” she said. I saw in her mind that she would be taking a friend with her, and hoped its batteries would hold out. We had really hyped her up with the share. I was crossing my fingers that my plan for later would help.
“Okay then,” I said, “a walk it is.”
“But it’s raining,” said Ness, pointing to the window.
“Is it?” I said, frowning, and she looked. It was a glorious day; the sun was shining and the sky was blue. There was just enough of a breeze to mitigate the heat and keep everyone cool. I picked up the bag with all of the food in it.
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go.”
We spent the morning wandering around Dean’s land. Ness and Jules showed us some of their favorite spots from when they were growing up. We found a creek where they used to catch tadpoles. Just beyond the creek was a pool, maybe a hundred feet across.
“We would go skinny dipping here in the summer,” said Jules. I looked at her, and then at the twins. Before anyone said anything more, we were naked and chasing each other into the water. Ness was standing on the bank, mouth agape.
“It will be freezing,” she said, “and what if someone comes?”
“I intend for someone to cum,” I said, “and the water is wonderful.”
Ness dipped her hand in. The water was the perfect temperature. “What’s going on?” she asked. “The water never gets this warm.”
“Come on,” shouted Jules. “You’re the only one not in here.”
Blushing slightly, Ness stripped off and waded out into the pool before swimming out to where we were. We began a game of tag. The person who was caught had to pay a forfeit of a kiss before they could try and catch the next person. Needless to say, we didn’t try very hard not to get caught. By the time we finished and pulled ourselves out of the water, we were hungry, weary, and horny.
I spread a blanket big enough for ten people to lie comfortably on and we unpacked the lunch. There was plenty and we all ate and drank our fill.
“I don’t know about you,” said Amanda, “but I’m going to take advantage of the sun.” She stretched out, still naked, on the blanket.
“But…” asked Ness yet again, “what if someone comes?”
“I already told you that someone was definitely going to,” I replied. I lay down beside Amanda and began tracing my fingers over her belly. She shivered.
Ness’ eyes were wide, but when Jules guided her to lie on the other side of Amanda, she didn’t put up any resistance.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” I asked Ness as I stroked Amanda’s tummy. Ness nodded.
I leaned forward and captured Amanda’s lips in a kiss. I spent some time exploring her mouth with my tongue and stroking her belly, and occasionally moving my hand up to stroke her chest. When I released her, I looked at Ness and saw that her nostrils were flared and she had started to breathe hard.
Amanda turned her head and looked at Ness.
“I’ll never turn down some cum with my kisses,” she said, “but Caleb keeps talking you up. I’d love to get your full attention. Would you?”
I could see the conflict in Ness’ aura. She really wanted to kiss Amanda, but was still unsure what that said about her. She had never thought about girls in a sexual way before we had turned her world upside down, and she was still wrestling with some irrational guilt. There was nothing else to do but to let her find her way.
The kiss started tentatively, but as she got more into it, Ness lost her nervousness and began to show off her skills. Her hand came up and cupped Amanda’s cheek for a few seconds, but then I took hold of it and moved it until it rested on Amanda’s belly. Ness started to stroke the smooth skin; her eyes closed, and I saw pleasure written on her face. Soon her hand wandered, and she cupped the older girl’s breast, testing the weight before stroking and kneading at it. She found the nipple and began teasing and rolling it between her fingers. Amanda moaned.
Mary ran her hand down Ness’ side and then slid it around to cup her smaller breast. Ness shuddered, but continued to both kiss and fondle Amanda.
Amanda moaned again, and gently disconnected from Ness. “You are an amazing kisser,” she said.
She sat up, and persuaded Ness to lie between her and Mary.
Ness looked at Mary, who smiled at her. “May I have a kiss too?” the other twin asked.
Ness nodded, her libido steadily pushing her doubts and fears aside. Mary leaned over and began the kiss while Amanda moved down Ness’ body and sucked a small, pink nipple into her mouth.
Ness shivered at the sensation and moaned into Mary’s mouth as Amanda continued to suckle on her, rolling and tweaking her other nipple at the same time.
Eventually Amanda moved south again, kissing down Ness’ body. Another mouth closed over her nipple: Jules’.
Jules knelt on all fours with her face over Ness’ chest while she licked and sucked at her younger sibling’s breast. Her hand played on the other side. Meanwhile, I was behind Jules, lapping at her pussy. I ran my tongue all the way from her clit to her asshole, taking a second to slide it gently into her pussy. Jules shuddered at the contact. When I got to her ass, I began to rim her while I played with her clit. Amanda had spent a long time working on Jules over the months, and now she really enjoyed having her ass played with. She wouldn’t cum from it, but she loved the feeling of a tongue in there, or even a finger. I’d only found that out recently.
Ness, while she was distracted by the kiss, had not realized who was paying attention to her tits. Amanda, meanwhile, had repositioned herself and was once again eyeing Ness’ pussy hungrily.
Ness’ eye bulged as Amanda attacked, running her tongue the full length of the younger girl’s slit. Mary soothed her, but not by using any psychic powers. Her kisses and hands had a magic all their own. Ness didn’t jump so hard the second time, and she started to squirm as Amanda went to work, lapping and slurping at her kitty, sliding her tongue deeper inside than should have been possible, before coming up to wrap around her button and generate some amazing sensations.
I caught Ness’ fleeting thought about how Amanda could be doing that while she was on her period, but that was almost instantly wiped away, lost in the feelings that the twins, and Jules, were creating in the teen’s sensitive body.
Ness felt Amanda pressing on the area between her pussy and ass. The sensation was strange to her, but it complemented the tongue currently battering her clit. She felt her belly start to tighten as a finger slipped inside her pussy and began gently pumping in and out, pressing up on the front wall and making her moan with pleasure on each stroke.
Jules began to wriggle her hips as I pointed my tongue and began to push it into her ass. Her pussy was soaked, and so I slid a finger in there too and began to pump in and out while using my thumb to spread her dripping juices over her clit. I had to be really careful with Jules because she was still on a bit of a hair trigger, but I thought I had it under control.
Amanda eased a second finger into Ness, and a finger from her other hand was massaging the juices that were running down Ness’ ass crack into her little star. Ness began to press herself down on that finger, and it eased the tiniest distance into her asshole.
Mary, by that time, had broken the kiss and was busily lapping and sucking at Ness other nipple. Ness, bereft of a kissing partner, had turned her head and captured another mouth, kissing it hungrily. Ness was getting the full experience of her talented older sister’s horny-mode kissing.
Amanda’s fingers were pumping in and out of Ness’ pussy, making wet squelching sounds as Ness ground into Amanda’s face. The twin’s finger had made it to the first knuckle into Ness’ asshole when Ness shrieked into Jules’s mouth and came, hard.
Jules held her face, almost forcing the kiss, controlling her breath as Ness continued to cum. She squirted all over Amanda’s hand and chest; Amanda kept pumping her fingers into her pussy and gently wriggling the finger in her ass.
As I heard Ness start to cum, I dug my tongue in deep into Jules’ ass and rubbed her clit vigorously. That tipped Jules over the edge, and she too shrieked into the kiss she shared with Ness.
Ness was still cumming. She was truly multiorgasmic, and could cum and cum as long as stimulation was being applied. Amanda and Mary showed no mercy, ruthlessly stimulating tits, pussy and ass until, with a final squeak, Ness blacked out.
Amanda gave a final long lick up the younger girl’s pussy, relishing the taste. Mary and Jules settled on either side of Ness, and I settled behind Jules. Amanda stayed between her legs, still feathering light kisses on her kitty.
When Ness opened her eyes, she was looking directly into the eyes of her sister. She knew then just who she had been kissing when she had cum, and her face flushed. Jules leaned forward and gently brought her lips to Ness’.
“Thank you,” she said. “That was beautiful.”
Ness turned her head the other way to find Mary smiling at her from the other side. Mary, too, pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and thanked her.
Ness jumped as Amanda kissed her little button. She looked down at the older girl.
“Thank you,” said Amanda. “You taste wonderful.”
“But I’m…” said Ness.
“Let’s all go get cleaned up,” I said.
I saw Ness surreptitiously run her fingers through the wetness between her lower lips and glance down at them, a puzzled frown on her face, seeing only clear juices from her arousal.
Once more we all got in the pool, and rinsed off the sweat and other fluids we had on our bodies. Then we got dressed. Some of us were quite weary, so we made our way back to the house.
We went into the living room and sat down. Then I dropped the illusion.
Ness blinked.
“What?” she asked, looking out of the window where the rain was still pounding down. “I don’t understand! What happened?” She seemed to be getting upset.
“Hush,” said Jules, pulling Ness to her. “It was an illusion is all. You’ve done it before. Remember the day in Marco’s kitchen?”
“An illusion? Then…” Her face cleared. “That’s why I wasn’t on my period, why Amanda could…” Then she blushed. “So, it wasn’t real?”
“Well, here’s the thing,” I said. “We were all there, so, everything that happened was because we wanted it to. I took us all there, and we all played our own part.
“And you do taste delicious,” I said. Amanda smiled and nodded her agreement.
“Did you not enjoy it?” asked Jules gently.
Ness nodded. “It was just confusing, and a little bit icky at first,” she said, but then added hastily,. “Not what you were doing! I just didn’t know how you could do that while I was on my period. But then you kind of made me forget about that.” She finished with a shy smile.
“If you want to,” said Jules, “and will allow her to, Amanda would love to make love to you like that often. So would Mary. I really enjoyed kissing you. You are, as Amanda says, a really good kisser. You know I’ll only be active a short time, but when I am active, I would love to have some fun with you... if you want.”
Ness, still blushing, nodded. “I would like that,” she said.
Dean poked his head into the room. “You’re back then?”
I nodded “Yes.”
“Cheryl says can you make lunch,” he said. “She will be out of the bath in about twenty minutes.”
“No problem,” I said.
“And I did what you asked with my training.”
“May I?” I asked, and he nodded. I reached into his mind and grabbed his memories of his weapons training. There was far more than I expected, but still far less than the chef’s training. I guessed that, in total, there was maybe a year to a year and a half of training on weapons of all kinds, including explosives.
“Thanks,” I said. “I’ll go make lunch.”
As we ate, I looked across at Cheryl. “How are you doing?” I asked.
“It seems to be settling down a little,” she said, “but I’m getting sore.”
“I have a plan for this afternoon if you need it,” I said, and both she and Dean nodded.
After lunch, Ness was tired. The illusion had been almost a full day - and a full-on day for her, at that - so she decided to go take a nap. Jules went to keep her company.
Cheryl came up to me. “So, what’s your plan?”
“I have a little illusion I thought you might like,” I said, and she grinned.
The five of us - Dean, Cheryl, Mary, Amanda, and I - all went up to their bedroom.
I suggested that Cheryl get into something loose and put a few towels under her on the bed. She changed into a T-shirt - strangely enough, the one she had been wearing the night that we had ‘shared, - then lay down on the bed. Dean, the girls and I sat on the chairs.
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Cheryl was in the kitchen, clearing up after breakfast, when her phone rang. It was Dean.
“Hey honey, what’s up?” she asked into the phone, not waiting for him to say anything.
“I forgot my lunch pack,” he said. “I’m working in the top wood. Any chance you could run it up here?”
“Sure,” she replied. “I’ll be about half an hour.”
Cheryl’s car wasn’t really fit for driving on anything but blacktop, but there hadn’t been a lot of rain recently and the trails were well packed. She would have no trouble making it up there. Had it been otherwise, she might have taken the quad bike, or maybe even one of the horses.
She saw the pack where Dean had left it by the door, and, shaking her head at his forgetfulness, picked it up and went out to her car.
She was dressed in her PJs, but since she was only going to be driving up the trail and back, she thought nothing of it.
When she got to the top wood, she pulled her car in beside Dean’s truck. She got out, pulling the pack with her, and then opened the door of his truck and put it on his seat. Her intention was to leave it there and return to the house. He would find it. Then she heard a shout for help.
Completely forgetting that she was dressed only in her pajamas, Cheryl went to investigate, following the sounds of the cries. It didn’t sound like Dean, but anyone who was in trouble up here needed any help they could get. As she went, she noticed a smell that she couldn’t identify. It was like perfume, but had an earthy, animalistic component to it. She breathed deeply, trying to identify the scent, and it made her head spin. Strangely, it also made her horny. She could feel her nipples rubbing against her pajama top. Inside her bottoms, her pussy began to drool its moisture down her legs.
She sniffed again, forgetting completely about the cry for help, fixated on finding the source for the smell. She did a small circuit, sniffing like a bloodhound. Finding it to be slightly stronger in a certain direction, she proceeded that way. She needed to know where it was coming from. All the time, the scent was getting stronger, and she was becoming hornier. Unconsciously, she stuffed a hand down
the front of her PJs and began to play with herself. She moaned, taking another sniff of the scent. She felt hot - too hot. She shed her top. The cool morning air raised goosebumps on her skin and made her nipples stand up even more.
Despite that, she was still too hot, and her clothing felt too restrictive. The PJ bottoms went the way of the top, all while she was trying to find that scent.
Finally, she entered a clearing. It was about thirty yards across, and almost perfectly circular. In the center was a plant she had never seen before. It had broad leaves and long roots which stretched out on the surface of the clearing in every direction. They were so long that they almost reached the edge of the clearing.
It was obvious that the plant was the source of the scent. She could almost see it now, oozing into the air from the thick stamens that stood proudly on stalks in the center of the leaves. A thick, white, viscous liquid was dribbling down the sides of the stamens from small openings in the top, and she wondered what that was. She had never known a plant to secrete liquid like that before, and the scent’s power tipped her all the way towards curiosity, away from caution and fear.
Taking care not to step onto the roots, she crossed the clearing and approached the plant, completely oblivious to her own nakedness. It became more and more difficult not to step on the roots as she got closer, but she looked down, watching her footing carefully.
She looked up at the plant again, and then it happened. She stepped on a root.
The root was thick and slippery under her bare foot, and didn’t feel like she’d expected it would. It felt more like flesh than a plant - like an octopus’s tentacle. She went to pull her foot away, but found that it was caught. When she looked down, she saw that the root had somehow become looped around her ankle and had her trapped.
She sighed at her silliness and bent down to extricate her ankle. Before she knew what had happened, another ‘root’ had looped around her other ankle. Cheryl frowned. Her head still spinning from the plant’s perfume, she wasn’t scared, just a little annoyed at herself for getting herself into such a fix. She went to pull at the root on her other ankle, only to find that her wrist had been caught too. It was only then that she realized that she was completely immobile, held tightly at wrists and ankles by the roots of the strange plant.
The roots began to move, coiling around her arms and legs, and before long another had made it around her waist. The plant lifted her into the air and brought her closer to its core, to the multiple stamens which had begun to wave in a nonexistent breeze. She had an errant thought that she should be afraid, but the scent was occupying all of her mind and keeping her calm. Her primary thought was that it was good that she was getting closer to the source of that amazing smell.
As the stamens waved, more of the scent wafted into her face, and it made her head spin even more. She was so horny that when a stamen brushed against her lower lips, she moaned and thrust at it, trying to use it to sate the heat that had been building there.
The stamen brushed her again, and then, after a moment, repositioned itself, pressing against her pussy. Cheryl moaned, trying to open her legs to grant access to the strange invader, but it held her still. The stamen rubbed up and down against her slit, swiping up her fluids, but also depositing the white goo that she had seen leaking down the sides.
She closed her eyes, relishing the sensations that the plant was eliciting in her snatch. The white goo was somehow soothing her and making her itch terribly at the same time. It was a hot itch – that special, delightful, exquisite torture that she knew very well.
She felt more of the goo dripping onto her body, and when she opened her eyes saw other stamens looming over her. They were producing copious amounts of the substance, and it was steadily running from them and dripping onto her everywhere: her arms, legs, belly, and chest. Everywhere it touched she felt the need - that burning, itching, desire for something more. Some splattered on her face - right across her lips - and she instinctively tasted it.
It tasted familiar. She knew that taste; she loved that taste. She closed her eyes in bliss at that taste.
She felt something brush her lips and she opened her eyes once again to see a stamen right there, in front of her face. It was exuding more of the scent right under her nose, and dribbling more of its syrup onto her lips. She licked them again and again, that taste so familiar, but she still couldn’t place it. She wanted more. Without thinking, she licked at the stamen, and a small spurt of the liquid shot out and into her mouth. She relished the taste and swallowed it down. The smell, the taste, and the texture all reminded her of something, but she just couldn’t remember what.
Whatever it was, she wanted more, and so she leaned her head forward and took the end of the stamen into her mouth. It was short and fat - about five and a half inches long - and had a slight bulge at the top end. It felt so familiar in her mouth as she pressed forward, taking more of it in, sucking at it greedily for more of its juice.
The stamen began to move - slowly at first, but then picking up speed. It constantly drooled its liquid onto her tongue. She swallowed as much as she could, but she struggled to keep up, and it trickled out from her lips, soaking her tits and belly. She felt it running down between her legs, increasing the needy itch there.
Faster and faster the stamen pumped into her mouth. She had felt the feeling before, but she didn’t worry about it. Her aching desire for the fluid was partially being met. She tried to reach her pussy to soothe it, to play with her clit and meet the need there, but was prevented from doing so by the ‘roots’ holding her in position. The stamen at her pussy had stopped moving and was pressed up against her opening, exuding its goo directly onto her sex. She could feel it seeping into her, amping up that burning desire to intolerable levels. Only her steady diet of intoxicating fluid up top kept her from wailing her complaint like a cat in heat. She tried moving her hips to get more stimulation, but it moved with her, just keeping contact but nothing more.
Then the stamen in her mouth stiffened. It pushed deeply into her throat and began to pulsate, shooting spurt after spurt of its goo directly down into her stomach.
Suddenly, a light came on in her mind. She finally placed the feeling, the smell, and the taste:
Spunk.
The stamen pressed against her pussy suddenly surged forward, stretching her out and pushing deep inside her. She screamed around the intrusion in her mouth as her first orgasm hit. The sensation of being spit roasted while her mouth was being filled with thick, creamy spunk took her over the edge.
Her pussy was being pounded. The cock stamen in there was pumping in and out of her relentlessly. It pressed against all her pleasure points inside, and it twisted as it pumped, the ridges on its sides generating amazing feelings that she had never experienced before.
Suddenly the thing in her mouth pulled back. She looked at it, surprised, just in time to see the slit in the tip open wide as it shot another load of its spunky goo straight into her face. She caught some of it in her mouth, but the rest went over her face and hair. She moaned again. The stamen withdrew further, only to be replaced by another which slid easily into her open mouth. She began to suck again with relish.
Smaller roots had encircled her body, and they began to rub the goo literally everywhere. They paid more attention to her breasts, her nipples, and her clit, but only to ensure that they remained the hottest parts of one gigantic hot spot. Cheryl came again as her mouth and pussy were pumped full of yet more of the spunky substance, but even underneath that glorious release, a strange, new, massive need was building: the need for her entire body to somehow be fucked.
Predictably, the plant wasn’t done with her yet. There was still another hole it could pump full of its goo, and it searched that out. It found it easily; Cheryl was in no position to resist. The giant plant pressed a stamen against her asshole.
Cheryl wasn’t a fan of anal. She and Dean had tried it, but he was just too thick for her. The problem was that the stamens were almost exactly the same size and shape as Dean’s cock, and so, when one started to poke away at her back door, the last vestiges of her consciousness tried to resist.
It was not to be. The stamen was already drooling, and that last bit of consciousness whimpered in defeat as it faded, right along with any resistance. Her asshole soon throbbed, burned, and itched. It need to be stretched, filled, and fucked. The stamen pushed, keeping a constant pressure on her ass, and the very moment Cheryl had no mind left to resist, it invaded. It shot another hot, thick load of its intoxicating semen up her ass. The ejaculation was so forceful that it felt almost like being fucked; that was enough to trigger Cheryl’s delirious anal orgasm. The plant’s other appendages had never let up. Robbed of all worry and care – of her entire self, almost – Cheryl was just cumming, over and over. She was just aware enough to enjoy each one, and to vaguely recognize from where it originated. The stamen at her ass moved away but was replaced instantly by another. During the switchover, the one in her pussy delivered its load of plant jizz inside of her, and she convulsed into yet another climax.
When she came down from that one, she realized that the plant had taken advantage of her twitching, spasming asshole, sliding deep inside her back channel. It didn’t hurt at all, and she welcomed the intense stretching as a sordid balm to her newfound sexual need. It didn’t move, but pulsed gently as the stamen in her pussy pumped and twisted and the one in her mouth delivered yet another load onto her tongue - most of which dribbled out and down her tits and belly to be rubbed into her nipples and clit by the roots there.
The stamen in her ass finally started to move, striking up a counterpoint to the one in her cunt. She could feel them rubbing together, separated by only a thin membrane. There was so much goo in her ass and pussy that there was almost no friction, just the feeling of them pumping in and out of her, pushing and twisting, driving her to orgasm after orgasm, and she took yet another load down her throat.
She had no idea how long she was held by the plant, or how many times she was fucked in the cunt, in her ass, and down her throat; how much of the plant’s spunk was inside of her; how many bone-cracking orgasms she had endured. Eventually it was too much, and after what seemed like hours, she blacked out.
When Cheryl woke, she was on her bed. Dean was laying beside her, holding her. She was covered in sweat, and she could feel that the towels under her were drenched. Her pussy still felt wet, but for the first time in days, she felt sated.
“Oh-my-fucking-god!” she exclaimed.
I sat on the chair in the corner. Mary and Amanda were on either side of me. I’d wanted them there in case Cheryl had freaked out and needed support. They were still far better at that than I.
Cheryl sat up and fixed her eyes on me.
“Caleb,” she said. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Okay?” she exclaimed. Then she seemed to stop and consider the question seriously.
“I think so,” she said. “I would like my husband to make slow and gentle love to me though. I’ve been well and truly fucked. I really need some love.”
She looked up at Dean, and he smiled down at her.
“I think that’s our cue to leave,” I said.
We all filed out, closing the door quietly behind us. I had been too slow to not see Cheryl naked as she threw off her t-shirt. She still had a wonderful body.
When we went into our room, we found Ness and Jules both naked, curled up asleep in each other’s arms. I smiled.
“Looks like the sisters are getting comfortable with each other,” I said.
“Well,” Amanda said, all businesslike, “since you made Jules cum, and Cheryl; and Cheryl is going to make Dean cum; and I made Ness cum, I think it’s only fair that we all get to cum, don’t you?”
I couldn’t argue.
Afterward, I showered and dressed and once more went into the kitchen to make dinner.
Mary and Amanda were the first to join me, sitting at the kitchen table as I cooked. Jules and Ness arrived shortly after. Ness still looked a little sheepish, but when I asked her if she had had fun, she smiled and nodded. She surprised me, and Jules, by hugging her sister and kissing her cheek. Jules laughed.
Then Dean and Cheryl appeared. Cheryl seemed much calmer. I hoped that we had gotten all of the energy from our sharing out of her system. Dean looked happier too. He went and sat down at the table, but Cheryl came over to me, and once more showed me where both her girls got their skills from.
“Thank you for an amazing time,” she said. “I know a hundred women who would pay you a fortune for a time like that, if you ever decide to go into business for yourself.”
I smiled. “You are not the first to suggest it,” I said. “It’s a friends and family thing, though.”
She nodded. “Thank goodness I’m family then. Thank you. I think I’m over whatever it was that happened to me. That was another once-in-a-lifetime experience you gave me. You are racking those up.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said.
“I most certainly did,” she said, kissing me again. “Although, I’m not sure whether I should be envying or pitying my daughters. You have a warped imagination.”
I gently disengaged from her and went back to cooking, just about saving the potatoes from burning.
Friday we just spent being together. There was a little bit of sadness, but, surprisingly, not as much as I would have thought. Ness was excited at the thought that she would be coming to live with us in two months, and so were we.
It was decided that the weekend after she finished her exams, Ness, Dean, and Cheryl would fly down. Dean and Cheryl would stay for the weekend, and Ness would simply stay. Dean would pay for her car, and any belongings that they couldn’t bring on the jet, to be shipped down.
“I want you to get a concealed carry permit,” said Dean. “I know you won’t be able to take a gun into your school, but if you get one of those, I have a gun for you. You should get a gun safe for in the house and join a shooting range. Practice is the only thing that works, but if you’ve got my memories then you know that already.
“Join a range that allows handguns and long guns. You know which long gun to buy - or, if you need, I’ll get them for you. Teach the girls to shoot as well. Ness and Jules can both shoot, but make them practice. I want you all to be safe. I know that Mary and Amanda are badass on their own, but I want all my girls to be safe.”
Mary and Amanda both looked at him, their eyes moistening.
He looked back. “Yes,” he said. “You are my girls, just like Jules and Ness.”
They went and hugged him.
“I’ll have to wait until I’m twenty-one to do that,” I said.
He chuckled. “I forget how young you are. You should be able to buy a long gun, but you haven’t got long until your twenty-first in any case. A few months won’t make that much difference but see if you can find a local club that will let you shoot using their guns. If it’s a good one, then the club pistols should be in good condition.”
I wondered how I was going to fit that into my schedule. There were just not enough hours in the day, but Dean was like a father to me. I already referred to him as my father-in-law, and, with another twinge of guilt, I realized I already felt even more strongly about him than that. His requests got priority. I knew I needed to make the time, even if it meant giving up something else.
Friday night, we all went to bed at the same time. Between the other four of us, we reduced Ness to a quivering, orgasmic mess. By the time we had finished with her, she could barely remember her own name.
I danced for the dogs alone the next morning. The girls were still sleeping after their big night, and I decided that was more important for them. It was actually difficult for me to stay in bed past four in the morning. I could do it if I really tried, but it felt uncomfortable.
Cheryl was the next one up, and she came and embraced me. “I miss you when you’re not here,” she said, “like I miss Jules, and how I’ll miss Ness when you take her away.”
“I miss you too,” I said. “You have both become more than ‘in-laws’ to me. You are like a second set of parents, and yet something more as well. I love you both.”
I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw Dean standing behind me. I looked at him and he just nodded. “Take care of our family,” he said. “All of you.”
Cheryl released me, and I went to shower before coming back down to make breakfast. Ness had beaten me into the kitchen, and breakfast was almost ready by the time I arrived.
“I wanted to cook for you one last time before you go,” she said, her eyes damp.
I held her to me. “I am going to miss you, squirt,” I said, “but we are only a thought away. Talk to us whenever you want. All four of us want to hear from you, and if you need anything, then let us know.
“Also,” I said theatrically, looking around as if to make sure nobody was listening, “during your exams, if we don’t know the answer, we could always Google it for you.” I grinned at her, and her eyes went wide.
“That would be cheating!” she said indignantly, and I laughed.
After breakfast, we got all our gear together and waited for Gerry, who was due to come and pick us up to take us home. Too soon, the dogs raced to the front of the house, barking, to let us know that he’d arrived.
Dean embraced me briefly and slapped my back. “Take care of my family,” he said again. He moved along the line to Mary as Cheryl approached me.
Cheryl hugged me. “Thank you, Caleb,” she said. “For everything. It seems that each time we see you, you do something more for my family.”
“Our family,” I corrected her, and she looked up at me with a tear in her eye. She hugged me again. Then she moved on to Mary. Then it was Ness’ turn.
I held Ness to me, neither of us wanting to let go. “The next time we see each other will be when you move in with us,” I said. “I’m counting the days.”
She tilted her head, and I kissed her. Then she moved to Mary, and they held each other for a few moments before they kissed. She did the same with Amanda. When she got to Jules, they hugged, and I saw Ness shoot a semi-guilty look at her parents before they, too, kissed. It was definitely not a sisterly kiss. I watched Cheryl and Dean for their reaction. They didn’t seem surprised, and I realized that they must have noticed the change in dynamic between their daughters. When Ness and Jules broke up, Dean held his arms out for his younger daughter, and she went over. Dean pulled her into a hug, her back to him, and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. It was almost a benediction, a blessing, and I saw Ness relax into him, reassured that he still loved her. Cheryl joined them, slipping her arms around the pair.
By that time, Gerry had loaded all our luggage into the car. Terra came to say goodbye to me, once again pushing her head into my hand. I knelt and hugged her, scratching her between the ears.
All of us watched over our shoulders as Gerry drove out of the drive and away from the farmhouse, hating the fact that we were leaving the place we all had come to consider home.