Caleb 46 – Vacation.

I reclined, dozing on a sumptuous leather sofa, Amanda’s head on one shoulder and Mary’s on the other. Jules and Ness were sleeping on the chairs opposite.

We had been in the air a little over seven hours, and had over two hours left before we reached London. Flying, I had decided, was boring, at least as a passenger.  I’m sure Gerry and our co-pilot were not nearly as bored as I was

Gerry had approached me late the previous afternoon, and told me that he had spoken to Dean about my taking all his flying knowledge. I had taken the offered memories. His mind had been nowhere as regimented as Kevin’s, or Dean’s, so I knew I wouldn’t assimilate his knowledge quickly. However, I had had a decent night’s sleep, and now another five or six hours of boredom on the plane as we flew. I’d finally assimilated all of his aviation memories. Theoretically, I should be able to fly both fixed and rotary wing aircraft – but as with everything else, knowing the theoretical basics was only half the story. I needed flight time in order to develop the reflexes and muscle memory to make me a pilot. I determined that I would start my training as soon as I got back to the US, using my birthday present from the twins.

Dean had hired a second pilot, a woman named Judith. She was a charter pilot who usually worked delivering pre-owned aircraft  to their new owners once they were bought. She was in her mid-thirties and trim. Apparently, you can’t be fat doing her job since some of the smaller planes had a weight limit.

Judith had been introduced to us when we had boarded, but apart from that we had had little communication with her. They had taken turns leaving the flight deck to eat and use the lavatory, but that was about all.

Judith was only going to do the trip from the US to London. Once we arrived, she was off to another job, although I had no idea where or what that was. I got the impression that she took this gig to get her to London, where she would collect another aircraft. Gerry would have a different co-pilot for the return leg.

I looked around the interior of the plane. Cheryl and Dean were both dozing near the front of the cabin, while Louise was asleep in Josh’s lap. Josh had his seat reclined, head back, snoring quietly. The pilots had darkened the cabin to allow us to try and get some sleep.

Stiff from being seated for so long, I eased myself out from between the twins and stood. I moved to the rear of the cabin and into the galley where I made myself a coffee. I wondered if the pilots would like coffee also. I decided to make them each a cup, just in case. I already know how Gerry liked his coffee, and I had seen Judith make herself one earlier; I made them both a drink, and took it up to them on the flight deck.

Both were wearing headsets so neither heard me enter. I could tell that the autopilot was currently controlling the aircraft. I examined the screens and, amazingly enough, was able to read and understand all the controls and displays in front of me.

I tapped Gerry on the shoulder. He looked up and grinned as I passed him his drink. Judith noticed me as I was doing this, looked up and smiled at me as I passed a drink to her as well. She took off her headset.

“How’s it going back there?” she asked.

“Boring,” I said. “They’re all asleep.”

“What?” she said, “All those women and you can’t find a single one to join the Mile High Club with?”

“Is that actually a thing?” I asked. “I thought it was just an urban legend.”

“It’s real,” she said.

“And I suppose you’re a member.” She looked insulted.

“Of course,” she said. “I’ve been flying since I was ten. I lost my virginity in a Bombardier a number of years later – but to be fair it wasn’t flying the first time.”

I smiled.

“How much longer do we have?” I asked.

“Just over the hour,” she said. “We’ll be starting our descent in about fifteen minutes. Perhaps you should rouse everyone and get them ready for landing. Seat backs in the upright position and tray tables stowed and all that.”

I shook my head. “You sound like a frustrated airline pilot?”

“Fuck no,” she said. “They’re nothing but glorified bus drivers. Give me private charter and delivery any day of the week. I never know where I am going from one week to the next, nor what I will have to fly or how it’s going to be.”

“You’re only flying this leg with us?” I asked.

She nodded. “I have a pickup to do from the Manchester area, a little airstrip called Barton. I’m meeting up with another guy for the return leg. There is a plane there that we need to take back to the US. It’s going to be a long haul.”

“Well good luck with that,” I said. She grinned at me, but then a beep from the autopilot told her, and me, that we had reached a waypoint.  Gerry started talking to ATC on his radio, and I nodded to her and retreated to the cabin, leaving them to get on with their work.

Dean opened his eyes as I came back into the cabin.

“There’s a bed in back,” he said, “If you wanted to take her and join the Mile High Club.”

I grinned at him. “No time,” I said. “We’re about forty five minutes out. We need to prep for landing.”

I moved through the cabin, picking up cups and bottles and took them to the galley. I made sure that there was nothing loose lying around. Then I nudged Louise awake and suggested she move back to her own chair for landing rather than on Josh’s knee.

The landing was uneventful, and we arrived at just after six in the evening local time.

“Remember,” said Dean, “they are very touchy about weapons here. Anything and everything is classed as an offensive weapon. That knife of yours, Caleb, leave it onboard. You will get arrested here if you get caught carrying it.”

“Really?” I said. “It’s a pocket knife.”

“It’s illegal here,” he said.

I shrugged and took the knife Dana had given me for my birthday and put it in one of the lockers on board.

Gerry helped us unload our luggage from the baggage compartment. He was going to go do his own thing while we were in London. We intended to spend a week here looking around and seeing the sights.

When we hit passport control, the officer scanned my passport and frowned. He looked at his screen, scanned it again, and then picked up the phone in his booth.

A couple of minutes later, a short man in a uniform came to the booth. He took my passport from the officer and asked me to follow him.

“What’s going on?” asked Mary through the connection.

“I have no idea,” I said. “I’ll let you know just as soon as I do.”

I was taken to an office up a flight of stairs. The man in uniform knocked on the door and, at the shout from within, opened it and ushered me inside.

The man sat at the desk in the office wasn’t wearing a suit. He wore tan pants, a shirt, and no tie. I guesstimated he would be about the same height as me, but he looked twice my age. His hair just beginning to recede and he was starting to grey at the temples.

The man in uniform handed my passport to the man behind the desk and stood back.

“Thank you,” the man behind the desk said. “Wait outside please.”

The uniform nodded and retreated, closing the door behind him as he left.”

“Mr Stott,” said the man. “My name is Colin Goode. I just need to have a quick chat with you.”

“About?” I asked.

“I was contacted by Matilda Bree,” he said. “She informed me that you were travelling to the UK. It’s a courtesy when power users come in from overseas. We like them to check in with us, so we know who’s who and what they’re up to.”

“Oh,” I said. “It would have been nice if she’d told me about it. I wasn’t aware of the ‘requirement’, otherwise I would have made contact ahead of time.”

“She told me that there has been some…” he paused, searching for the right word, “reorganization over on your side of the pond. We have yet to make contact with your new council, and since there wasn’t really time to do so, Matilda facilitated your first overseas trip.”

“Okay,” I said. “So, what do I need to do?”

“Do?” he said. “Nothing. I just wanted to introduce myself, and let you know that we know you are in the country. Please,” he said handing me his card, “take this. If you should have occasion to use your powers, I would take it as a courtesy if you would contact me and let me know. It saves us a lot of stress and trouble if we keep on top of things.”

“When you say use my powers?” I asked.

“You have Compulsion,” he said “Yes?”

“I…”

“I, myself, am a Telepath,” he said. “Not a particularly strong one, but one all the same. It comes in useful in immigration and customs.

“We have found,” he continued, “that when power users come in from overseas, they sometimes stumble across situations  they feel they need to deal with. We would request that you not use your powers in the UK unless absolutely necessary, as in to save life and limb. And should you use your powers at all, I would ask that you contact me, so we may minimize any fallout.”

“Is that just Compulsion or any powers?”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re a multi?” he enquired.

I nodded. “Compulsion, Empathy, TK, Telepathy.” I informed him. “Two of my fiancées are also Empaths.”

“I am aware of that,” he said. “Their power is not a concern to us. Your Compulsion, however, is a reportable power according to the international agreements.”

“Oh,” I said. “I’m a Healer too. I don’t know if that makes a difference.”

“Well, Mr. Stott,” he said. “I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you to be circumspect with the use of your powers. It is only your Compulsion that would be reportable, if you would be so kind. Like you, we have laws in place to ensure that our citizens are not abused by power users and, as inequitable as it is, Compulsion is still the only reportable power.”

“We also have a reciprocal agreement with your our counterparts in the US. Should they, or we, need of a power user, we are able to call upon their agents as they are upon ours.”

“I’m not actually an agent,” I said. “I’m still a student.”

He glanced at my passport, presumably to check my age.

“Ah,” he said, “my mistake. Anyway, you have my card. If you have any issues or are forced to use your power for any reason, please call me day or night.”

“I will,” I said. “Thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Can I ask a question?” I asked. He spread his hands.

“Am I going to get this every time I go to a different country?”

“Most certainly,” he said. “I see from your itinerary you intend to stay in the UK for a week. When you move on, we will inform your destination that you are coming, and they may wish to speak to you as I have.”

“Oh whoopee,” I said bitterly. “Welcome to Europe.”

+++++

I re-joined my family as they were going through Customs. We went through the green channel with no problems.

“What was that all about?” asked Dean. I shared my memories of the conversation with everyone for speed. All my girls closed and gave me a hug.

“Perhaps,” Dean said, “we should consider reducing the number of countries we visit.”

“Nah,” I said. “I took twenty minutes and wasn’t anything more than him giving me a business card and telling me to behave. I’m sure I can handle that.”

There was a passenger van waiting for us outside the terminal. It surprised me a little. I guess I’d expected a limousine. We all piled in and the driver loaded our luggage into the compartment at the back, and we set off for the house Dean had rented.

“It’s about an hour’s drive normally,” the driver began to talk, “but this time of day the M25 can be a bit of a car-park. They call it rush hour, but it starts at about five in the morning and goes on until nearly midnight.”

He didn’t stop talking for the entire ninety minutes we were driving. He pointed out nondescript buildings, and said things like “See that tower there, well before that was built there USED to be….”

He pulled up to the driveway of what appeared to be a private house, where there was a car already parked. As we pulled up, a middle-aged woman came out to meet us.”

“Mr. Steadman?”

Dean nodded. “Yes, hi.”

She stepped over to him holding her hand out. He shook it.

“I’m Hilary Garrett,” she said. “We spoke on the phone. Everything is as you requested. The larger bed is in the Grange room on the top floor. The rooms below have standard king-sized beds in them. The kitchen is fully stocked as per the list you provided. Here are keys for the property. May I show you around?”

He nodded and we trailed around after the woman, being shown where things were, and how to operate the electronics of the house. Many of the lights were either voice controlled or activated by motion sensors. As you walked into any of the bathrooms the lights and a fan would come on. They would stay on for about fifteen minutes after you’d left.

The house was set out over four floors, with a gym in the basement, living space on the first floor, bedrooms each with ensuite on the second, and finally the master bedroom on the top floor. It was a very nice house.

The only thing I didn’t like about it was it seemed shoehorned in alongside properties either side. It wasn’t actually attached to the neighbouring properties, but there was less than six feet between the outside wall and the boundary fence, then another six feet, and another house. The driveway was less than half the size of ours back home, and while there was a back yard, I wouldn’t have been able to do more than sit on the small patio.

Finally, she was done and I was glad. I was hungry and anxious to see what the kitchen had to offer.

Dean walked with the woman to the door, while I caught Ness’s eye, and we both went into the kitchen to see what we could make for dinner.

Hilary wasn’t wrong. The kitchen was fully stocked. There were all kinds of meats, fresh vegetables, herbs, spices. Everything a hungry chef could hope for. The equipment wasn’t bad either. The knives, while not professional chef’s knives, were, once sharpened, adequate. Within half an hour, we had cooked us all a nice dinner, and we were sitting around the huge kitchen table, enjoying it, and each other’s company.

We sat for a while after we’d cleared away the dinner things and planned what we were going to do the next day. We were within walking distance of several tourist attractions and there was a tube station less than five blocks away, which gave us access to the whole city. I downloaded the Citimapper app, and set the town to London, so all we’d need to do is tell it where we wanted to go and it would tell us exactly how to get there using the public transport systems or by walking.

Despite all of us sleeping a large part of the day, we were tired. It wasn’t much after ten that we climbed the stairs to our bedroom. The bed, which was just slightly smaller than our one at home, was big enough to accommodate us all. We fell gratefully into it and Mary’s power eased us into sleep.

My eyes popped open and I stretched. It was still dark but that didn’t surprise me – I woke up at four most mornings and there were precious few days of the year when it wasn’t dark at that time.

I glanced at my watch, surprised that it was only just past 1am. If this wasn’t my bladder alarm clock, then what had woken me.

Perhaps the unfamiliar house. I scanned the house, checking everyone was okay. I could feel my four girls with me, with Josh and Louise in the bedroom below, both asleep. Dean and Cheryl were in their room, although it appeared Dean was awake and moving. Also, there were two strange minds, just entering the house, through the kitchen.

I was on my feet and out the bedroom door before I remembered I was naked, but I didn’t care about that. There were intruders in my house, albeit only rented, and I was going to make damn sure that they were not going to steal from us or hurt any of my family.

I was halfway down the stairs when Dean stepped out of his room. He saw me and cocked an eyebrow noticing my nakedness. I just shrugged and continued walking past him to the stairs to the first floor.

The two were in the living room now, opening drawers and trying to get the television down off the wall. I’d had enough. I took control of the pair of them and had them freeze exactly where they were. I also scanned the outside of the house, in case they had accomplices waiting there.

The lights in the hallway, activated by motion sensors, came on as I walked down the stairs, and I activated all of the lights on the first floor. There were two young men, wearing hoodies and facemasks like those worn by healthcare workers during the pandemic. Their eyes followed me as I walked toward them.

I could feel their terror and I remembered, just in time, to ensure that neither of them could void bladder or bowels. I didn’t want to have to clean up that kind of mess.

“Take your hoods down and show your faces,” I said. They did.

They looked to be in their late teens or early twenties. Both looked rough and smelled worse. I suspected that they were addicts of some kind looking to feed their habit.

My girls came down the stairs, Mary carrying some sweat pants and a T-Shirt.

“Unless you plan to beat them with your cock,” she said, “I’d get dressed.”

Ness snorted and passed me my trainers.

“How did they get in?” I asked.

“Smashed the window in the kitchen door,” said Dean. “They taped it over first, but it must have made some noise. I guess that’s what woke us both.”

I searched them and found that they both had knives. They were kitchen knives with packing tape wrapped around the handle, but no less deadly for that.

I sighed.

I went back upstairs and retrieved my phone and my wallet. I fished out the card that the man at the airport gave me.

He answered on the second ring. “Mr. Goode?” I enquired. He confirmed. “Caleb Stott. We spoke at the airport earlier?”

I heard him sigh.

I explained the entire situation, and he told me to sit tight. He would call the local authorities and he, and they, would be with us in half an hour.

I made coffee and we sat and sipped at the brew, like some parody of viewers at an art gallery observing a pair of particularly ugly sculptures.

I hadn’t released the boys. Neither could move more than their eyeballs. They could breathe, but that was the extent of the movement I’d allowed.

Almost exactly thirty minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Colin Goode, and two police officers, complete with British police helmets, standing on the doorstep. Wordlessly I stepped back and allowed them to enter.

They walked into the living room to see the two boys standing motionless in the middle of the floor. The knives each had carried were on the floor, one by each of them.

Colin nodded at the police officers who moved to take control of the boys. As they each got a grip I released my hold. Their hands were pulled behind them and cuffs were applied. Each was arrested and had his rights read to him. It was strange hearing a different script than the Miranda rights I was so used to hearing.

The knives were collected, placed in evidence bags, and the boys were led outside. Colin came to me.

“Would you be so kind as to share your memory of the event?”

I gave him the memory from the moment I woke, to him arriving. He seemed amused for a moment.

“I see,” he said. “Matilda was correct in her assessment of you. That was an incredibly restrained event. You used bare minimum powers. ‘Bare’ being the operative word. Apart from subjecting them to the view of you wandering around, buck naked, there was no abuse.”

“I wouldn’t call that abuse,” Ness said grinning, and he smiled at her.

“I don’t doubt it, miss,” he replied. “I will deal with the two gentlemen. They will not remember anything other than being apprehended by my officers while breaking and entering.” He went and looked at where they had broken in, and took some photo’s with his phone.

“Here’s a crime number,” he said handing me a slip of paper from his notebook. “Insurance companies need that. I presume the owner of the house will claim for the repair of the door.  Will you be able to get it secured tonight, or would you like me to arrange it?”

“We’ll be fine,” I said.

Dean was actually on the phone to Hilary Garrett, and she said that there would be an emergency glazer out to fix the door within the hour.

Colin held his hand out to me.

“I’m sorry that our city fell so short of expectations,” he said. “Your first night here and already a victim of crime.”

“We survived,” said Dean, “That’s what matters. Thanks for coming so fast.”

“With the greatest of respect, and in the nicest possible way,” he said, “I hope we don’t meet again.”

I smiled at him. “Right back at you,” I said.

He left.

Dean and I waited up for the Glazer and by the time he arrived, and had repaired the back door, it was just after four.

I went down into the gym to train.

Missing a night’s sleep didn’t really make that much of a difference to me. Everyone else woke up a little later than usual, just after nine. We decided to go out for breakfast and spent a little time searching for a small ‘bistro’ that was recommended for breakfast by Hilary.

The breakfast was okay, but the coffee was terrible. We decided to have breakfast at the house from then on. Then, we spent the day playing tourist. We must have walked for miles, but it was easy walking. Wherever you looked there was something to see. I had downloaded a walking guide to London, and so there was something interesting to discover around almost every corner. We found a house, which claimed to be the oldest house in London, and date back to 1596. I couldn’t believe that anything built that long ago would still be standing.

It was only when we got to the Tower of London later in the day and read that the White Tower was actually started in 1066 that I realized how much history was crammed into such a small space. I also realized that, despite popular opinion, this was partly MY history. Yes, we’d ‘won’ our independence from the British Empire, but a good amount of our heritage came from this small island. Granted there was masses of other influences on our culture – but this country, this CITY, had been so influential in our beginnings.

We stopped for lunch under the golden arches, and found the experience to be underwhelming. The restaurant was dirty and greasy, and the food was cold and cardboard like. I remembered reading somewhere that an English commentator had said that the British were expert at adopting things from other cultures but changing them subtly to remove what was their only redeeming feature. For instance, taking fast food from the U.S., and removing the fast.

At least, it appeared, we weren’t expected to tip, which was a good thing. The staff were brusque to the point of rudeness.

Dean had gotten a recommendation for dinner though and, later that day, we went to a restaurant that was supposed to be really good. He’d had to book a reservation, but hadn’t told us where we were going, until we arrived at a place called Bob Bob Ricard.

“Supposedly, some of the best steaks in London,” he said.

It felt like we’d been transported back to 1920’s America; the atmosphere was amazing. Since the legal age for drinking here was 18, even Ness could enjoy a glass of champagne with her meal and the food was out of this world.

We had an amazing week in London, during the day we would walk around the city, or ride the tube, which was a very strange experience. The quality of the trains and stations varied so widely depending on which line we were on, it was almost like being in different cities.

My electronic guidebook and me were in our element, finding out details of the stations. We also paid our respects at the memorial to those killed in the 7/7 bombings. Although nowhere near the scale and impact of 9/11, there were parallels, and I felt for the families of the people that died or were injured. It increased my conviction that my plan to join law enforcement was the right way for me.

On Thursday night, Jules informed me that she was horny. Louise, being Louise offered to help her scratch her itch. Jules looked at her, and took both hers and Josh’s hands and took sat them down with her on the sofa in the living room.

“Josh,” she said, “I hope you know that I love you, I love you both. You have been amazing friends to us all, and there is no-one outside my family, that I love more. What I’m going to say now is going to sound so hypocritical, and I’m sorry but I can’t help it. It’s the way that I feel now, and the way I just know I’m going to feel going forward.”

“It’s okay,” said Josh. “I understand.”

“Understand?” asked Jules.

“Jules,” he said. “It’s obvious. You and Caleb. You are a couple. Yes you are with the girls, but your relationship with them, is different. You love them all, but Caleb is your man. Your ONLY man. I get that. I know you played with Daisy and I don’t mind if you and Lou want to play sometimes. I suspect that Ness will end up being the same too.

“It’s not hypocritical. Feelings never are. You can’t control the way you feel any more than I can. I will never disrespect your boundaries. I love you too much for that. I would offer to be a big brother to you, but given the other things that seem to go on between siblings, I’m not sure that that would change things much. Just know that I have your back. Now why don’t you let Louise help you out? I’m told she’s very good.”

Jules smiled. “I kind of remember her being quite good.”

Louise grinned and held her hand out to Jules.

Jules looked across at me and I smiled at her.

“Lou,” I said. And she looked at me with a question in mind.

“Take her to your room?” I suggested. She nodded and led Jules away.

I watched Josh for a moment, seeing the love in his eyes as he watched the two girls walking up the stairs. I saw the overwhelming love he had for Louise, and even now was amazed by it, but I also saw the love he had for Jules. It was difficult to describe, but it was a nurturing and protective love, and I loved him for that.

I glanced across at Mary and Amanda, who were both looking at me a question in their eyes. They didn’t even need to ask. I nodded gently. They both rose and approached Josh, each taking one of his hands. They too headed for the stairs.

“I think,” said Dean. “It’s time we went to bed.”

Cheryl looked at him, then at me, and grinned.

“Okay then,” she said. “Are you going to stay up waiting for burglars?”

“I think Ness and I are just going to give Josh and the twins a little space,” I said.

The couple went up the stairs. I heard their bedroom door close.

Ness came over to where I was sat on the sofa. She knelt over me placing her legs either side of mine and sat on my lap facing me.

She placed her arms around my neck and brought her face to mine, kissing me gently.

“He was right, you know,” she said between kisses.

“Who was?” I asked. “About what?”

“Josh,” she replied. “About me.”

I slid my hands up her back, inside her T-shirt. She shivered.

“What about you?” I asked, nibbling on her neck.

She sighed. “That I wouldn’t want any other man than you,” she said.

“You say that now,” I said, slipping my hands up to pull her T-shirt over her head.

“I mean it,” she said unbuttoning my shirt as she returned to nibbling and kissing my lips.

“Somehow,” she continued, having managed to completely undo my shirt, “playing with girls is different.”

“You know I will never ask you to limit yourself,” I said undoing her bra and freeing her breasts.

“I know,” she said, her voice catching as I captured a pink nipple between my teeth and teased it gently. “But the only cock I want,” she slid her hand between us where she could feel my tumescence, “is this one. And I want it now.”

She fumbled with my belt suddenly desperate to get to me, to get me inside her.

I lifted my hips gently to give her a little assistance. She finally freed me and I used a little TK to push my pants down further to prevent catching in the zipper.

Ness reached down between us and simply pulled her panties to the side, before positioning me at her opening and pressing down.

It took a moment for the juices that were running from her to coat my head, but soon her persistence paid off and I was lodged in her entrance. She smiled as she felt the first couple of inches slip into her, stretching her out a little. Then she once again brought her face to mine and kissed me. The feeling of her slipping her tongue between my lips, penetrating me, as I slipped my cock between her lips, penetrating her, was intense.

She moaned into my mouth as she pushed me even deeper inside her and then began to rock her hips, her pussy slipping and sliding up and down my cock, while her clit ground against my pelvic bone.

I brought my hands up between us and began to knead her gorgeous breasts, rolling and tweaking her nipples, causing gooseflesh to run all over her body as she rode me.

A sheen of sweat started on her skin as she moved up and down on my rampant tool, taking her pleasure from me. In this position I had little control and she was enjoying the fact. She wanted to use me, to pleasure herself, and I was all for it. She bounced her body up and down on me, her hands on my shoulders to provide extra leverage, her eyes closed as she rode me.

I watched her face loving the play of expressions, I dearly wanted to make her cum – to watch her lose controls, to see her ahegao face. I continued the stimulation of her breasts with lips and fingers and used TK to simulate a couple of fingers between us, beginning a gentle manipulation of her clit. She whined as she sped up her thrusts, reacting now, not fully in control, her body driving the movement that derived its own pleasure. Far from being in command, she was as much a passenger as I was; her own nervous system was stealing control and making her body move to its own demands. I increased the intensity of the stimulation on her clit and slid my hips down a little increasing the depth of my penetration and also changing the angle slightly.

Her pussy was molten hot and vice tight. I could feel the muscles inside trembling as she approached the release that she was searching for.

Swapping to TK on her nipples I slid my hand up to her throat feeling her stiffen as she felt my fingers encircle her neck. Since our time in the shower I had known that feeling restricted like this excited her. I squeezed gently, not enough to mark her, but enough for her to know that I was there. Her mouth opened as she began to pant. She was riding me at a gallop now. Her release was imminent and I wanted to see it. I wanted to take the memory of the look on her face as the ecstasy rolled through her. She was almost there, and I could have helped her along; I could have applied a little more stimulation to her clit, or to her tits. I even considered sticking a TK finger up her ass but I was so enjoying watching her that I wanted it to last.

Finally the dam broke and she wailed loudly as she came, her mouth open and eye scrunched up in tension as her pussy clenched and released rhythmically on my cock. I was planted deep inside her and feeling her gripping and grinding on my cock was incredibly stimulating. I was not, however, ready to cum.

I was glad the couch was leather because her juices were streaming out and running down between us before dripping onto the couch and then the floor.

Ness collapsed onto me breathing hard, I held her to me, allowing her to come down. I used TK to lift her off me, a gush of her cum slipping out of her as I slid out. I moved off the couch and lowered her back into her kneeling position, her knees still on the couch. She was still not quite with it, leaning over the back of the couch. I stood up, turned around and, with a tug, tore away her panties. She groaned. Without any further warning I slid myself fully inside her once more, as I had on my birthday, pushing into her as deep as I had ever been. Her legs started to tremble as I pressed inside her tight young body.. My pelvis pressed right against her ass. I looped my hand over her shoulder pulling her upright as I spread my legs, using TK to prevent my feet slipping on the wooden floor. I was at exactly the right height to take my turn to use her body as she had used mine. I was going to take full advantage.

“Yesss,” she hissed. “Do it, Fuck me. Force me to take you.”

“Quiet,” I growled in her ear, once more bringing my hand up to her throat. This was a trade off for me. I loved hearing my lovers talk, and I loved the smut and filth they would spout as I pounded them. But this was about control. If she wanted to talk, I needed to deny her that. I needed to make her quiet to prove that I was her Master. I was taking her completely, and she would do what I said.

I increased my movement, pistoning my cock in and out of her soaked channel. She was still tight but there was so much lubrication now that I slid into her with ease. Every bump and ridge inside of her ground deliciously against every inch of my sensitive organ, shooting glorious spikes of pleasure up and down my spine as I fucked her.

I felt her clench and saw her grin as my breath caught. I couldn’t allow this. She was trying to take control back. I slid one hand from her throat to her breast and gripped her pink nipple pulling at it and pinching it just on the verge of painfully. She gasped and released her grip allowing me to increase my pace and push into her even deeper than before. She moaned as I rammed my cock into her stroking my full length and slapping my pelvis into her ass with a wet smacking sound. I reached around and began to rub roughly at her clit. I was going to make this little bitch cum on my cock before filling her up with spunk. She was going to do this because I wanted her to.

I increased the pressure on her clit as I sped up my strokes, struggling to co-ordinate my own actions.  I began swapping to TK on both her clit and her tits so I could push her forward and bending her over the back of the sofa. I grabbed her hips for leverage, continuing my assault on her senses.

“Cum, Slut,” I demanded pounding into her as my TK savaged at her clit and her nipples.

She moaned, “Please,” she said, “I can’t.”

I pounded harder bringing my hands up to her shoulders and then encircling her neck once more. I squeezed.

“I. Said. CUM,” I demanded again. She shivered but shook her head. She was holding out, fighting back, determined that she would force me to cum first.

Sweat was sheeting from my face and body as I rammed my cock into her, churning up her cum into a froth that was coating my cock. With each thrust my balls crashed into her clit which was already being tweaked and pulled by my TK.

It was time to finish this.

I slid one hand from her neck, maintaining the pressure with the other, and after briefly running it around the base of my cock to cover it in her foamy juices I rammed into her, tightening my grip on her throat and shoved my finger up to the second knuckle in her asshole.

Had I not been controlling her breathing, I’m sure the shriek of her orgasm would have brought half the neighbourhood running. As it was all she could manage was a harsh wheeze as her body bucked and spasmed beneath me. That was enough to rob me of the last of my control and I gave a final thrust as deep as I could get, feeling the tip of my cock rubbing up against the teenaged cervix, and I dumped wad after wad of thick, creamy spunk inside her.

I moaned as my body twitched, my thrusts spasmodic and uncoordinated, as the primal drive to push my cum as deep into this willing pussy as I could took over. I held her still as I ground into her. My cock pulsating as it emptied the last of my load into her willing depths.

I stroked her back as I withdrew, watching a gob of my cum sliding out of her now gaped cunny. She stayed where she was, panting.

For a moment I worried that I had gone too far. That maybe I had actually hurt her. But then she turned and looked at me, a wide grin on her face.

“And that,” she said a little breathlessly, “is why this,” she slipped to her knees and took my softening cock into her mouth, slurping off the residue of our fucking. It was a little pointless, we were both going to need a shower, but the sensations were exquisite. “…is the only cock for me,”she finished.

A movement at the top of the stairs caught my eye, and I looked up just in time to see Cheryl’s ass retreating into her bedroom. I grinned, wondering how long she had been standing there watching. I didn’t tell Ness.

It took us a few minutes to clean up the mess we made and then we went up to the fourth floor. Jules and the twins were in bed but not asleep when we got there.

I looked at Jules. “Did you have fun?” I asked.

She smiled at me. “Louise is lovely, and so gentle too.”

“Not always,” I said, “but she knows when to be.”

“How about you guys.” I asked. “Did Josh scratch your itch?”

Amanda grinned. “I think he’ll be walking a little funny tomorrow,” she said. Mary just smiled.

I pulled Ness into the shower and spent a little while getting us both clean. We dried off and joined the girls in bed. As we lay there in the darkness, I heard the distinct sound of someone crying out in orgasm. I chuckled when I realized it was Cheryl. I saw both Ness and Jules wrinkle their noses when they, too, realized the source of the noise. That made me chuckle even more.

I kissed them both on the forehead and flexed my powers, easing us all into sleep.

Friday was a shorter day. We did more sightseeing but were back in time to get everything packed up as we would be leaving the next morning. We were flying to Paris and going to spend a week there. The timing was not lost on me, and I had some quiet words with the Ness, Dean and Cheryl and also with the twins. If my calculations were correct, then Sunday night should be perfect for my plan. I could even cheat a little bit with my healing to make sure that was the case.

Saturday morning our chatty driver was at the house with his van again. Hilary had come over at nine to make sure we were completely happy with our stay, and that we’d had everything we needed.

Needless to say we were very pleased, and in some ways we were sorry to be leaving. I’d enjoyed being in London and being surrounded by all that history. Hilary told us that if we ever wanted to return, we were to simply call her and she would make the arrangements.

We arrived at the airport to find Gerry waiting in the jet but surprisingly the jet wasn’t ready to fly.

Dean frowned, until Gerry said to me. “Caleb, take the right seat.”

Raising my eyebrows, I slid into the cockpit and into the right seat.

“Let’s see what you remember. I’ve already done the walk around. Get her ready to fly.”

I reached up to the overhead panel and switched on the battery power. There were a couple of alarms which I ignored for now. After testing the APU fire warning system, and finding it to be working, I continued through the process to get the APU started. I heard the small engine spooling up in the rear of the plane. I waited until it was running correctly and then switched on the power to the rest of the plane. All of the screens in the cockpit came to life. I also turned on the external navigation lights to show that the aircraft was now powered.

Just under twenty minutes later the engines were running and we were ready to taxi.

“Nicely done,” he said. “I wasn’t sure if your taking my memories would work that smoothly.”

“That didn’t require any motor skills,” I said. “But flying does. I wouldn’t attempt to fly something like this until I’d learned those in something a little less, erm, expensive.”

He grinned but nodded. “You want to go join your family?” he said. “I’ll be taxiing in about five minutes.”

I went back into the cabin, and joined the girls where they were seated.

“Did you have fun?” asked Jules.

“It was actually quite a lot of fun,” I said. “I’ve never had to push so many switches and buttons before, well virtual switches and buttons at least. Its all touchscreen up there.”

It was a quick hop from London to Paris. It seemed though that we almost spent as long taxiing once we landed as we had flying. Charles de-Gaul airport is huge. Finally, we arrived at the general aviation terminal, and I prepared to go through the same charade as I had in London. To be fair, though, having Colin Goode’s card had been useful.

I approached passport control with trepidation and was surprised when the officer there merely looked up at me, stamped my passport, and wished me “bienvenue a Paris.” Once again, as in London, we were met by a man with a passenger van. We all climbed in as he loaded our luggage into the back.  

It took us nearly two hours to get to the chateau that Dean had rented for us. It was huge, dwarfing even their house, and appeared to be on several acres of beautiful land. We drew up to the door and three people were there to meet us. Apparently, this was a staffed accommodation. There was a housekeeper, a cook, and a butler. Cheryl apparently spoke French and she addressed the staff as we arrived. I wish I’d have known that beforehand as I would have spent some time transferring her language skills to the others in our little family. It would have taken a few nights, but I could have done it while I was sleeping.

We were shown around the house, including our bedroom which had a huge four poster bed in. It was so big that our bed at home would have filled probably a corner of it. How they got linens to fit beat me.

Cheryl told us that the noble who had owned this chateau originally had hosted many ‘parties’ which had devolved into orgies containing upwards of twenty to thirty people. The thought that the bed we would be using had that kind of history titillated me. There was apparently a lot more history with the house as there was a full ‘dungeon’, and the master bedroom even had gloryholes drilled in the walls where the Master of the house would expect servicing at any time. There had been a number of household staff members, both male and female, employed just for this purpose. We did not go into any kind of details about those staff.

There had been some modernization of the chateau too though. There was a twenty five meter outdoor heated swimming pool that looked incredibly inviting.

I asked Cheryl if she would mind if I stole her language skills and she was happy for me to do so. I took them and spent the afternoon assimilating it. I wasn’t fluent, by any means, but then neither was Cheryl, but I could certainly make myself understood and hold a halfway decent conversation.

We were served lunch not long after we arrived and then spent the afternoon lounging by the pool. I had enlisted the help of everyone by this time and had all my plans in place. Tomorrow was going to be a special day. I even used my healing to check that her period was finished, a blatant personal violation, but I’d apologise tomorrow if necessary. Everything was ready to go.

Before dinner, Ness and I went into the kitchen and asked the cook if she would be willing to show us what she was cooking and how she was preparing it. She was making a beef bourguignon, and was more than happy to have us help her in the preparation while showing us how it was made.

Ness and I enjoyed the experience and by the time dinner was ready, we were definitely ready to eat the delicious meal that we helped prepare.

The butler and cook were scandalized, however, when we attempted to help clean up. We were politely but firmly escorted from the kitchens.

After dinner, I sat by the pool with Dean, a bottle of local beer in hand, admiring the view across the vineyards that surrounded the chateau.

“You ever think,” I asked, “that you would like to live like this all the time?”

“I kind of do,” he said with a small smile.

“You work the farm though.”

“Work isn’t work if you don’t have to do it,” he said. “If I just put down my tools and sat in my rocking chair all day, I’d be bored stupid and finding all kinds of trouble to be getting into. Now, though, I have a structure to my day. If ever I wake and just really can’t be bothered with ‘work’, I just say fuck it. I turn over and go back to sleep.”

“And when was the last time you did that?” I asked. He grinned at me.

“I think I was about seven,” he said. “And I got my hide tanned.”

“About tomorrow,” he said, a little nervousness creeping into his voice.

“Hmmm?” I said still gazing at the view.

“It’s not going to have the same effect as last time, is it?” he asked.

I shook my head, “I very much doubt it,” I said. “These are completely different circumstances.  There will be some effect, but it will be very reduced and much less intense . Also that it isn’t Cheryl’s first time will make a difference. Besides Jules might not agree.”

“You know that’s not going to happen,” he said.

“Probably,” I said.

The next morning I decided to swim. I had not done any serious swimming for such a long time, but it seemed a waste to have the use of a swimming pool and not take advantage.

I was still doing laps in the pool when Cheryl came out nearly an hour and a half later.

She stood at the end of the pool and watched as I approached. I looked up at her. She was wearing a swimsuit and she looked absolutely beautiful. I pushed myself against the side of the pool to hide the erection that merely seeing her had caused.

She grinned at me.

“It’s flattering to see,” she said, “that I can still have an effect on the younger generation.”

“Hell yes,” I said. “You are incredible.”

“For my…” she began.

“For nothing,” I said. “You are simply incredible. They say that a man should look at his mother-in-law to see how his wife is, or in my case wives are, going to turn out. If that holds true, then I am in for many many years of happiness with your two girls.

She blushed.

“You are a dangerous man, Caleb Stott,” she said.

“Not to you,” I said, gently. “I would never harm either of you in any way.”

We had breakfast and then we made plans as to what we were going to do for the day.

I shamelessly listened into Jules’ thoughts. Everyone was on the same page. Each time she thought of something she would like to do that day, one of us would suggest we all do it.

We started, by necessity, with a ride into Paris. That took just over an hour. Since we had set out early, we arrived into the city just after nine.

We spent the day wandering the city, much as we had done in London. We visited the Louvre and I, personally, was very disappointed by the Mona-Lisa. I did see some art that I really did like by unknown, or unknown to me, artists. I took a couple of shots of them, making sure to get the signature, to see if maybe I could buy some prints or something by one of them.

Then we, of course, had to go up the Eiffel tower. It was strange being up so high. I had been up the Empire State Building, which I believed was something like 300 feet taller than the Tower, but given that most of the building in Paris were much smaller than those in New York, the Tower seemed higher.

Amanda wasn’t particularly keen on being so high up either. Apparently, heights were a problem for her. Jules was loving it though, so we agreed that Jules and I would stay up on the platform a while longer, and Amanda, Mary, and the rest would return to terra firma.

We’d had to queue for some time to get to go up the Eiffel Tower, and so it was lunchtime by the time we’d finally returned to earth. We had lunch in a small café on the banks of the River Seine. Afterwards, since we were there, we took a boat trip up and down the river.

Again, I was a little disappointed boat ride because the river was so low in many places. All you could actually see from the boat were the brick walls of the riverbanks.

After the boat trip, we did some more walking, got a little turned around, and by pure coincidence found ourselves outside Lulu Berlu, a geek haven for retro toys and games. Since we were there, we ‘reluctantly’ caved to Jules’ pleas to spend some time in there. And to be brutally honest I had a blast. I could, with little effort, have spent a fortune in there.

Jules came out with a broken game. It was, apparently a classic, and although it didn’t work, it was in immaculate condition. The problem was in the electronics. She would have a great time trying restore it to working order. She said it was eminently possible because pretty much all the workings, including the main circuit board, were still available to buy either from enthusiast sites, or had modern equivalents. She was one hundred percent certain she would get it working again.

With a satisfied smile, she left the store.

The only decision that didn’t go her way was whether we were going to eat in town or go back to the chateau. Jules had seen a restaurant she had heard of and wanted to try. The rest of us, though, were tired and just wanted to get back. She was a little disappointed but, given that she’d had what she considered an otherwise perfect day, she was content to go with the group decision.

When we got back to the chateau I suggested that we shower and get changed for dinner, since we had been out in the city all day. Everyone in France seemed to smoke, anywhere and everywhere, and I stank of it, as I am sure we all did.

By virtue of timing Jules ended up showering alone. She had gone to pack her ‘toy’ away and by the time she had carefully packed it up so it wouldn’t get damaged at any time on our trip, we were all done. She got in the shower and by the time she came out, I was the only one still in the bedroom.

“Thanks for waiting,” she said. “I’ll just be a minute.”

She pulled on some jeans and a T-shirt that I’d laid out for her.

As we left the bedroom I offered her my arm.

“M’lady” I said bowing slightly. She laughed and bumped me with her shoulder.

“Doofus,” she said, then took my arm and allowed me to walk with her down the stairs.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs I turned left instead of right.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“This way,” I said and continued. She looked up at me a little puzzled but didn’t complain. I opened the door to a grand room we had never used before. In the very centre of the room, lit by candles, was a small table on which two places were set.

I guided her over to the table and pulled out one of the chairs for her.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Dinner,” I said, as she sat down.

I poured a small glass of wine for her and then took my own seat.

Soft music was playing from somewhere – it sounded like a string quartet - but I didn’t really recognise it.

We had been seated for less than two minutes when the door opened and Josh and Louise walked in, each of them carrying a small bowl.

Jules eyes widened.

Josh took his bowl and placed it in front of Jules while Louise placed hers in front of me.

“What’s this?” asked Jules.

“Its vichyssoise,” I said. “Chilled soup. I think you’ll like it.”

“Enjoy,” said Josh, as he leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Louise repeated the gesture on mine and they left.

“I don’t get it,” said Jules. “What…?” Then her eyes widened and began to sparkle as tears welled.

“The whole day,” she said. “You managed the whole day?”

“Eat your soup before it gets warm.” I replied.

She picked up her napkin and dabbed at her eyes before picking up her spoon.

The soup was delicious.

Jules had only just put her spoon down, having finished her soup, when the door opened again.

The twins entered and, in one movement, removed the soup bowls, and placed a plate in front of each of us. Mary served Jules and Amanda served me.

Once again each of us was bade to enjoy and received a small kiss on the cheek.

On the plate were lamb chops with rosemary potatoes and a red wine jous. It was a meal she had previously said she enjoyed when Daisy had come over to cook it with me.

She began to eat, still staring at me. “You planned all this?” she asked.

“All what?” I asked.

“You set out the whole day,” she accused. “Every time we were going to decide what to do next, someone suggested exactly what I wanted to do. Because it came from someone different each time it never even occurred to me that you were playing me.”

“Playing you?” I asked. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Daddy didn’t get lost, did he?”

“Sorry?” I asked.

“The only reason we ended up at Lulu Berlu was because Daddy supposedly got lost. He NEVER gets lost. Why didn’t I realise?”

“You were having a good time,” I said. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Because everyone else…”

“Was having a great time watching you enjoying yourself,” I said. “They wanted to make today perfect for you.”

I wiped my fingers on my napkin having finished my lamb. Jules wasn’t far behind me.

The door opened once again and the twins came back in and took away our plates. Then Ness appeared, carrying two plates on which were some crepes with fruit and ice cream. We had considered Crepes Suzette but I didn’t think that Jules would enjoy them as much.

She placed a plate in front of Jules, and leaned in to kiss her sister’s cheek. “Enjoy your night Sis, I love you,” she whispered and then came over and placed my desert in front of me. “I love you,” she said kissing my cheek too.”

Jules looked down at her plate, the significance of Ness’ words sinking in.

She finally put one and one together and came up with two.

“Oh” she said in a small voice, blushing a little.

“Only,” I said “if it’s what you want.”

She looked down at her plate and fiddled with her spoon.

Then she looked up at me again, a small smile on her face.

“I suppose you’ve checked that too?” she asked. “Since you were so thorough?”

“I wanted everything to be perfect for you,” I said. “Your ice cream is melting.”

We ate our desserts in silence Jules stealing occasional glances at me as she did. Once she had finished she pushed her plate away.

“Would you like something else?” I asked. “Maybe some coffee?”

She shook her head.

“How about a little walk then?” I asked. She nodded.

I stood and went around the table and pulled her chair out as she stood. Her napkin fell to the floor, but we both ignored it.

I offered her my arm and she linked hers with mine.

We spent about half an hour strolling around the gardens of the chateau in the twilight. The evening was perfect; the moon was full, and the air was heavy with a sweet perfume which the vines in the local vineyard gave off.

What Jules didn’t know was that just after we’d arrived home it had started to rain. I had been hammering it down for the last hour. We were currently standing in the entrance hall, with her in an illusion.

After we returned from our ‘walk’, I stopped us in the entrance hall and leaned in to kiss her. She closed her eyes and I used that opportunity to drop the illusion.

“What now?” I asked her. She looked up at me, biting her lip. Her cheeks were flushed and I could tell that she was more than a little aroused.

“Take me to bed,” she said. “Please.”

We climbed the stairs once again turning into a different room we hadn’t had cause to enter before. The room was lambent with candlelight. Rose petals were strewn across the floor. Ness had wanted to scatter them on the bed too but I though they might get in places they shouldn’t.

I picked Jules up and carried her through the door and closed it behind me. I conveyed her to the bed, where I gently laid her down, and leaned forward to kiss her. She reached up and pulled me to her, heating up the kiss, and once again demonstrated just how good a kisser she was.

I began to stroke her body and she mewled into my mouth.

She pulled away.

She slid off the bed and pulled me to my feet. I was a little surprised but, since this was supposed to be her night, I was willing to do anything she wanted. She began to undo the buttons of my shirt, kissing my chest as she went.

“Jules?” I said. She looked up at me. She saw the question in my eyes, blushed a little, and then nodded.

“Of course,” she said. “Josh and Louise too.”

“And Cheryl?” I asked.  She blushed even darker, but nodded again.

“I reached out with my mind, and found all of them sitting in the living room. Each one of them accepted without pause. Even from here I could hear Dean’s thoughts. He both wanted to be offered and, at the same time, dreaded it. How would he feel knowing it was his little girl? However, the thought of all the love he’d felt on our sharing, and that he would miss out on sharing that love with his daughter, was making him doubt his reservations.

Jules was watching me. She had stopped undoing my shirt and was standing holding me, kissing my chest, with her beautiful brown eyes regarding me. Suddenly she was a lot calmer, and more confident.

“Daddy too,” she said. “At least make the offer.”

Dean jumped when he felt me do so.   

I waited for him to decide. I had a thought that I would share only our emotions with him and, perhaps, the final sensations. He didn’t need to feel what she was doing to me or what I was doing to her.

Eventually he plucked up the courage and accepted the offer.

I nodded to Jules. She realized what that meant, and smiled. Then her smile got a little evil.

She restarted kissing my chest all the while removing my shirt.

At the same time, I was stroking her back and  her hair. Once my shirt was gone, she started on my trousers, undoing my belt and pushing them down. As I had once before, I used that movement to pull her T-shirt over her head. She quickly slipped her arms out, and returned to what she was doing.

I lifted my feet as she removed the rest of my clothing. Before I knew what she was going to do next, she’d engulfed my cock in her mouth taking me almost to the root in a single thrust.

I yelped, “Jules, This is…”

“Please, Caleb,” she said, pulling back. “What I want, what I really want, is to cum as I feel you cumming inside me. I want us to come together. You know that, unless I get you a lot closer, I will come far too soon. Sadly, once I do, that will be it for me for the night.

“Let me do this. Let me make my first time really special for both of us.”

I wondered what Dean was making of this. He wouldn’t be actually feeling my cock in his mouth or his daughter’s mouth on his cock. I wasn’t transmitting those sensations to him. But he was getting her arousal, and the start of her build to orgasm, even though I had done very little to stimulate her.

The rest of the girls though, including Cheryl, could feel everything. The thought that Cheryl could feel my cock in her mouth right now certainly didn’t hinder Jules’ effort to get me ready.

I let her continue for another few minutes, until I felt the first tingles, and then I gently drew her to her feet. It was my turn to kneel as I kissed my way down her body, eliciting shivers and some groans from her as I teased her nipples with my tongue. I then kissed all the way down, undoing and removing her jeans as I went.

Once she too was naked, I lifted her again and laid her on the bed. I kissed up from her feet all the way to her pussy which I could see was soaked and drooling her juices. I purposely didn’t touch it. I knew that even the slightest stimulation would probably make her cum, and that would spoil the whole evening.

Carefully I reached in and took hold of her orgasm. I wasn’t going to allow her to cum until the moment she had asked for. I needed to be careful though because I sensed that if she realized I had used powers to delay her, that would also tarnish our night.  She wanted to believe that she had managed to hold out, that she had made me cum, and she had cum with me.

I kissed up her belly, once again, lapping and nipping at her breasts and nipples only for the briefest time. Her orgasm was so close that a butterfly landing on her clit would have set her off.

As I worked my way up her body, she took my face in her hands and pulled me to her for another of her amazing kisses. With the rest of our bodies hardly touching, she was, with her kiss alone, bringing me closer to my own climax. I would never have believed it possible, but she had turned my mouth into a sex organ and she was playing it for all she was worth.

Eventually she released me. I felt that while my orgasm had gotten closer, hers had receded somewhat. She reached down, grasping me in her hand, and squeezed. A pearl of precum oozed out of my prick and she collected it with her hand and stroked me, applying it liberally to my crown and down my shaft. The more she stroked, the more came out, and the more she applied, until I was both slick and well on the way to cumming.

When she figured I was lubricated enough, she pulled me to her placing my cock against the entrance to her pussy. I could feel the barrier there waiting for me. I briefly considered blocking her pain signals as I took her, but she appeared to read my intent.

“Don’t you dare,” she whispered. “I want to feel it. I want to feel it all.”

Once she was satisfied I was lined up correctly, she once again captured my mouth with hers, and lifted her legs wrapping them around me. I felt her rotate her hips a little and then, without any warning, she pulled tight against me, forcing me into her.

I tore through her hymen in a single thrust and she cried out. Instinctively I tried to pull back but she held me in place.

“No,” she said. “Stay. Just… Just give me a minute.”

I stayed completely still, peppering gentle kisses on her cheeks and feeling the tears that had come from the sudden pain. Then once again she began to move.

I’d gotten maybe the first inch of my cock inside her with that first thrust. She began a slow thrust, pushing against me, and then pulling back. I’d thought Ness was tight but Jules was a magnitude tighter. I thanked whatever sense I’d had that I’d decided not to increase my cock size. I almost cursed myself for not making it smaller, or at least thinner.

Jules, however, was starting to build up a rhythm. She’d push forward, gaining perhaps a quarter inch, wait for a few seconds before easing back with a sigh, then she’d wait again before once again pushing.

“Push with me,” she said. “You have the leverage.”

Trust an engineer to think about leverage at a time like this. I obeyed, though, and each time she thrust forward, I assisted by adding a little of my own weight helping to ease me deeper inside of her.

The tears on her cheeks had dried now and she was flushed with arousal again. I could feel that her orgasm was building even though I was less than halfway into her.

“Stop” she said. “I need to slow down or I’m going to cum.”

“I froze, but allowed just a little bit of pressure to continue. Even without thrusting, I made very slow progress into her. She could feel it, and since I was gently managing her orgasm, she was happy.

“Yes,” she said. “Slowly. It feels so good, but it’s not too much. I want to feel you all inside me.”

After another few minutes she began the slow thrust again.

If she continued, it wasn’t her that was going to cum too soon. I was starting to feel things getting close. My cock stiffened and swelled even more than usual. Jules’ eyes widened.

“I can feel that,” she said. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

I nodded. “You just feel so amazing,” I said. “I’m not going to be able to hold off for much longer.”

She smiled.

She reached down with her hand and felt where we were joined together. There was about an inch left outside her. She got her finger and thumb either side of my cock and she squeezed, hard. It didn’t hurt, but it did push my orgasm back a bit.

“Someone’s been reading Cosmo,” I said with a grin. She grinned back at me.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she said.

I began to thrust again, and the slight softening of my cock along with the time her pussy had had to acclimatize to the intruder, allowed me to finally push all the way in. Our pubic bones came together, pressing her clit between them. She moaned.

“Oh my god!” she said. “Don’t move.”

I stayed perfectly still for a few moments until her orgasm had receded once again, with a little help.

“Caleb,” she said, “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you filling me with your cum. Please do it, do it now.”

I pulled back gently and, making sure not to grind into her clit, began to stroke into her.

She sighed in pleasure at the unfamiliar sensation as I began to speed up.

It was going to take me no time at all to reach my peak and I wanted her to peak just as she felt my first spurt shooting into her.

I lengthened my stroke, again being careful not to mash her clit, but still holding her orgasm back, although allowing it to build more so she didn’t notice.

I was starting to lose co-ordination now. My balls had risen, and my belly was tight. It would be two maybe three more stroked before I lost it. In a last moment of clarity, I fully opened the share with Dean and then began to fuck his daughter in earnest. My cock swelled inside of her as I thrust forward, ramming into her clit as I shot a huge load of cum deep into her belly.

Jules shrieked as I released her orgasm, and it crashed over her like a tsunami.

Her legs clamped around me as her hips started to twitch and jerk thrusting me harder into her, mashing her clit and forcing her orgasm to climb to an even higher level. She froze for a second, drew in a shuddering breath, and shrieked again as yet another huge spurt of cum jetted inside of her. She could feel it painting her insides and squirting up against her cervix.

Again and again I pumped into her, my cock throbbing inside her clutching channel. I jetted thick wads of spunk into her, stretching her even further with each pulse, until with a final moan,  I collapsed on top of her. I was completely drained.

I started to try and ease out of her but she wrapped her legs tight around me. I looked down at her face to find her cheeks soaked once again.

I realised that the movement I had thought had been aftershocks were, in fact, sobs. Jules looked at me and then buried her face into my chest and began to sob in earnest.

Once again, I tried to ease out but she continued to hold me inside her.

“No,” she said, finally, “please stay. I want you to stay inside me forever.”

“Are you okay?” I asked as her sobbing began to subside.

She lifted her face from where it had been pressed into my shoulder.

“When I realised I was ace,” she said, “I knew that one day I might have sex.  I wanted children. So it was logical that, to get kids, I needed to have sex. I was never one for the turkey baster method. It just seemed so stupid to take the cum out of one tube, to put it in another, only to use that tube to inject it into me. Why not cut out the middleman. Its quick and simple. In, pump, squirt, done.

“I expected I would lose my virginity for that reason. I knew that it would probably hurt and be unpleasant, but I figured childbirth was going to hurt a shitload more. What’s a few more minutes of pain when I wanted children so badly?

“And then you came along. You showed me that being ace wasn’t what I thought it was. Not only was I able to love emotionally, but I had the capacity to love physically too. Maybe only for a short time in each month, but it was there.

“Today, tonight, you, all of you, have shown my just how much you love me. You all gave me the perfect day, and you gave me the perfect night. What better place to lose your virginity than in Paris, the city of love? And what better person to lose it to than you? You are the man who has shown me what love is, and who gave me, gave all of us, the first time that most girls can only wish for, or dream of.

“I can’t say it often enough, and I get frustrated because its only three little words. Those three words cannot convey the magnitude of what I feel for you, and for them. They cannot convey what I feel from you, from all of you.

“I love you, Caleb Stott. And if I were to die, right this second, I would die the happiest woman that ever existed, with love in my heart, you in my arms, and your cock in my pussy.”

My cock, with terrible timing, chose that moment to slip out of her with a wet sound.

She giggled.

“Well two out of three ain’t bad.” she said.

She finally released me and I moved off her.

I turned onto my back, and she instantly rolled up against me in her second favourite position.

I gently eased the connection to the others closed.

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “How did Ness put it?” she asked. “I feel like I’m floating on air, have run a marathon, and someone shoved a baseball bat up my twat, in that order.”

“She does have a way with words,” I said smiling.

There was a knock at the door and Mary poked her head in.

“May we come in?” she asked. Jules held her arm out and invited her to join us.

“We need to get you cleaned up,” Mary said to Jules. “Things can get a bit messy, but it’s even worse the first time.”

Jules looked down. There wasn’t much to see in the candlelight, but there was some staining on the sheets.

“Oh,” she said. “I’ll need to…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mary said. “It’s all taken care of.” Amanda had followed Mary into the room, and Ness followed shortly after.

Despite the mess, Ness climbed onto the bed on my other side and faced her sister across my chest. I saw their eyes lock.

“Thank you,” said Ness, “for sharing that with me. It was beautiful. I never thought I would feel anything more beautiful than my first time, but I think you managed to top it.”

“Ness I…”

“Hush,” Ness said. “I’m not upset. Quite the reverse. I love you Julianna, more than you can ever imagine, perhaps more than a sister should, but it feels so strong and so right. Thank you for sharing with me, and for inviting me into your family.”

Jules’ eyes were wet again. “I love you too, Vanessa. Like you say, it should be wrong to feel this way about my own sister but, from the first time we were together with Caleb and the girls, I knew that your place was with us. Thank you for agreeing to join our family.”

Ness leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on Jules’ cheek.

Amanda and Mary reached and took both of the Steadman girls’ hands and drew them from the bed. Ness had kind of laid on things she shouldn’t and gotten messy.

“Come on,” the twins said. “Let’s get you two cleaned up.”