Caleb 47 – The Beach

I was deep in thought as I moved up and down the length of the pool. As usual, I was up at four in the morning and decided to do laps since I wouldn’t have the opportunity to swim once we returned home. I wondered what effect sharing Jules’ first time would have not only on Cheryl, but also on Dean. Last time she ‘shared’ in that way, Cheryl was insatiable for a week, and I’d had to create an illusion to settle her down.

There were differences this time though.

With Cheryl, it wasn’t her first time so she wouldn’t be so profoundly affected. Since Dean had been in the sharing, for the first time this time, he might also be affected, possibly more than Cheryl. However, there was a lot less of the physical sensations shared with Dean; he shared more of the emotions and so I doubted that he would be revved up quite so much.

As it was, Ness was the first to emerge from the chateau. She came out to the pool just after six. I’d lost count of the number of laps I had done, but I guesstimated I’d swum probably between two and three miles, in the two hours I’d been out there.

“Hey you,” I said swimming to the side of the pool. Ness leaned down and kissed me.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked.

“Yes, but that bed is too big,” she said. “I like our bed, its cosier.”

I smiled up at her. “Are the others up yet?” I asked. She nodded.

“Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes,” she said. “You need to get showered.”

I got out of the pool and trotted into the chateau. I showered as instructed and by the time breakfast was served, I was in the dining room with all the girls.

Dean and Cheryl emerged from their bedroom about fifteen minutes later. They looked like they hadn’t slept much, and Cheryl seemed to be walking a little tentatively.

Both went over to Jules and enveloped her in a hug. Neither spoke but they held onto their daughter for a good while. When they finally released her they took their seats at the table. Dean didn’t seem to want to look in my direction. Cheryl, though, looked over at me and grinned.

“We were thinking about having a lazy day around the chateau,” she said.

“Having difficulty walking?” I asked. “Do you think you pulled something yesterday?”

Ness snorted into her orange juice and began to cough.

Dean shook his head as he passed his youngest daughter a napkin.

“How about,” he said, “we spend the day here. The weather is going to be nice so you guys can wander around the grounds, or just sit by the pool, and then we can go to that restaurant that Jules saw yesterday for dinner.”

We all thought that that was a great idea.

After breakfast, we gathered around the pool and enjoyed the sunshine. I watched Cheryl and Dean out of the corner of my eye. Neither seemed to be suffering any untoward effects from last night’s share, but I could see that Dean was still reluctant to look at me.

I needed to re-break the ice with him or it could turn into something more, and possibly damage our relationship. I wandered over and sat in the chair next to him.

“You ok?” I asked. He finally looked at me, a little uncomfortably.

“I…” he began.

“It was no different,” I said, “than when we shared in your room back at the ranch.  There was a lot more going on then, so you didn’t feel all the individual sensations, but the sensations were still there. Last night, all there was, was Jules and me, so things were, perhaps, a little clearer.”

“I felt you…” he began, “I felt me… in her.”

“I know,” I said, “but at the same time you felt other things too. You also felt the love that we had for each other, for the girls, and for the both of you, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “That was amazing,” he said. “It was all amazing. I just…”

“Just because you felt what you felt,” I began.

He looked down, once again not wanting to meet my eye.

“Just because of that,” I continued, “doesn’t mean that you have changed. It doesn’t mean that I, or any of your girls, including Ness, Jules, and Cheryl think differently about you. You know that Cheryl loves you beyond anything you could imagine, and your girls do too. That wouldn’t change no matter what. You felt that love, from all of them. Didn’t you?”

He nodded.

Anything else, the feeling of being inside Jules and the pleasure that brought – was our pleasure, mine and Jules’, not actually yours. Just as the orgasms you felt were ours and not yours. You were not a participant; you were an observer. It hasn’t changed who you are. It may give you a little extra ‘energy’ for a day or two but that will fade too with time.

He looked at me. “Caleb,” he said. “I’m a marine. I’ve tried to be an honorable man all my life – secure in my values and what I thought was right. What happened last night, although amazing, and wonderful, has made me doubt that. It made me wonder whether I was just hiding behind some kind of false morality.”

“You are,” I said, “exactly who you have always been. You’re a strong, loving, caring man. Even before last night you didn’t judge others for their choices, the twins and their being together for instance, and that was one of many reasons why I looked up to you.

“If you are doubting your morality – then don’t. Last night was an experience outside anything that you could possibly have a frame of reference for. Your body was feeling sensations and emotions from an entirely different perspective than what you had previously felt.

“If you doubt what I’m saying look over there. See Jules? Look how she looks in her bikini. Tell me, does that arouse you in any way?”

He glanced across at Jules who was lying on her back taking in the morning sun.  She looked very appealing…and sexy.

“No,” he said, shaking his head.

“Well there you go,” I said. “If that 12-on-a-scale-of-10 over there can’t raise a woody in you, then you ain’t interested in continuing what happened last night.”

“But you…” he began.

“Dean,” I started, “Pops. You know I love you, right?”

He nodded.

“In the last year, you have all but replaced my own father. I have come to you for help and advice as I would have previously gone to him. I feel safe and secure knowing that you have my back. In other words, I love you, like a father.

“I hope, that in some small way, you feel something like that for me. You said that Mary and Amanda are your girls, just like Jules and Ness, and I’m hoping that I’m also included in that family.”

He nodded again.

“After last night,” I went on, “and feeling what I felt for Jules, it’s easy to get things mixed up, but that will fade, I promise you. Just remember the relationship you had with Jules before, and will have again. You are what you have always been, a great father.

“You’re need and desire to protect Jules and Ness, and now the twins, that is the true you. I knew that then and I know it now. You have always been honest with yourself, and those around you. Last night just got you a little turned around. It will settle.

“But one thing that you should know, and whether a father wants to hear this about his daughter or no, knowing that you were sharing the experience with her, made last night even more special for Jules. We all only have one first time to give and having you and Cheryl sharing in hers, made it perfect for her. You made your daughter so happy, and you should be proud of that.”

Dean sat back in his chair shaking his head.

“Tell me again how old you are,” he said. “because I’m sure I just went to your twenty first but hell, you sound like my grandfather.”

I stood up, and put my hand on his shoulder.

“Go easy on Cheryl,” I said. “She looks a little sore.”

“Payback’s a bitch,” he said to me with a grin. I laughed.

I did take a moment to check Cheryl over and make sure she wasn’t injured. There were places that were a little sore and I applied some soothing and a little healing. A couple of hours and she would be as good as new.

She had been reading a book and she stopped and looked up at me.

She cocked her head to the side, and then smiled.

“Thank you,” she mouthed at me. I gave her a small smile in return.

I went and sat back down. Jules and Ness both came over and slipped into my lap. Each of them took a leg and would have both fallen off, had I not been supporting them with TK. It had become instinctive.

“How’s daddy?” asked Jules.

“He is just fine,” I said. “Last night was a bit of a shock for him, but he was pleased that you had a good night. How are you feeling?”

“Still a little tender,” she said.

“I could…” I began.

“Don’t you dare,” she said. “I’m going to enjoy every twinge. Last night, something happened that I never thought would happen in my lifetime. Oh, I knew I’d have sex, but I never thought that I would make love, would want it that way, and would lose my virginity in such a perfect way to such a perfect man. I want to treasure every sensation.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her on the forehead. “I love you,” I said. I then repeated the gesture on Ness. “You too,” I said.

“We know.” they said in unison. I laughed.

“Don’t you two start that,” I said. They both grinned.

We had a great day lounging around the pool. At lunchtime, the housekeeper brought out sandwiches and drinks. At about six, we all went inside and got dressed, ready to go into town for dinner.

Dean, being the organizational genius of the family, had actually noted the name of the restaurant the previous night and had booked us a table for eight pm. The food was fantastic and we resolved to eat here at least once more before we left Paris, on the next leg of our journey, in four days.

We spent the rest of the week touring Paris even going to the pale imitation of Disneyland that they have there. It was okay, but very expensive, for what it was. I had never actually been to DisneyWorld in Florida, but I was sure that it would be better than this European knock off. Jules said that she wanted to go to DisneyWorld, if only to go to Epcot, which she had heard was amazing.

That was put onto our To Do list for when we left college.

We finally made it back to that restaurant on our last night in Paris. We ate slightly earlier and were back in the chateau by ten, making sure that everything was packed up and ready for us to leave in the morning.

“How much longer do you guys want to be travelling?” asked Dean. “I was thinking a week in Spain, on the beach, and then see what happens. But I’m getting the vibe that you might be ready to go home then?”

I looked at the girls. Personally, I would have been happy to go straight home the next day. I’d had an amazing time, but I liked being at home, whether that home was the ranch or the house mattered not. A week on the beach sounded nice though.

Eventually we reached the consensus that we would go down to Spain, and spend a week in the sun, but after that, we would head back home.  We would then spend a couple of weeks at the ranch and then go and brave a week at my parents, or at least in a nearby hotel. I still wasn’t sure how that was going to work.

We left the chateau early the next morning, and met up with Gerry at the airport for the slightly longer flight from Paris to Barcelona. Dean had apparently rented a villa along the coast with its own private beach.

When we landed at Barcelona airport, I was surprised to be once more ‘collected’ at passport control as I had been in the UK. I guess I figured that since it had not happened in France, they’d either lost interest in me or even lost track of me. That was apparently not the case.

The woman that was waiting for me in the office was stunning.

She stood about five feet seven tall with coffee colored skin and smoky dark eyes. Her jet-black hair had no highlights, but was so black, it had a blue sheen. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a flowing skirt and a cropped shirt that struggled to contain her substantial breasts. I guesstimated that she was maybe five or six years older than me.

She grinned at me as I admired her, even going so far as to give a little twirl, showing me the flare of her hips to a generous but firm ass.

“Do I pass?” she asked.

“With flying colors,” I said. “Apologies, for staring. You were not quite what I was expecting.”

“Oh?” she breathed. “And what were you expecting?”

“To be honest,” I answered, “I didn’t know. The last person that spoke to me like this was nowhere near as beautiful as you.”

She inclined her head graciously. “Thank you,” she said. “I’m sure that Mr. Goode will not be too disappointed though.”

While she spoke perfect English, her voice had just the hint of an accent, giving everything she said an exotic feel.

She sat at the desk indicating for me to take the seat on the other side.

“Welcome to Spain, Mr. Stott.” She said more formally.

“Caleb, please,” I corrected her. She flashed me a smile.

“My name is Maria Gonzales and I am a member of the Gonzales line. We are one of the five powered lines in Europe. We are based in Spain. My primary power is Empathy.”

“Primary power?” I asked. “You’re a Multi?”

She nodded. “Empathy, Telepathy, Compulsion, and CK.”

“I’ve never met someone with CK before,” I noted.

“It comes in useful at the beach,” she said, “if you want ice in your cocktail.”

I wanted to say that I was sure there were far more uses for it than that, but didn’t want to sound like I was patronizing her.

“I have Compulsion, TK, Empathy and Telepathy.” I responded. She nodded.

“I know. I have been in touch with Mr. Goode. He brought me up to speed with what happened in the UK. He tells me that you were remarkably restrained when two men broke into your rental house there.”

“I just held them until he could take them away,” I said. “There wasn’t much more to be done.”

“Even so,” she said, “given the reputation that Compulsion users have, he was impressed.”

I sighed. She was a Compulsion user, so I knew she probably got it.

“It’s a prejudice I would love to break,” I said. “But given the number of wilds out there causing trouble, I’m not sure if it’s even possible.”

She nodded. “You may be right,” she said. “I am also, like you, a Healer. I have spoken to Jeevan and he has spoken very highly of you. I was hoping that I might be able to ask for your help while you are in Spain.”

“Of course,” I said. “Jeevan said that I may be asked to help other Healers, and I would be happy to.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I am aware of where you are staying. Perhaps I can call on you on Monday. In the meantime, please take my card. I’m not going to lecture you on the use of your power, but should you do so, please contact me, day or night.”

“I will,” I said. “And I look forward to seeing you on Monday.”

She flashed me another brilliant smile, and I was escorted back to my family who were still waiting near passport control.

I shared the memory of my interaction.

“She’s hot,” said Amanda.

As before, there was a passenger van, however this time it was driven by an older man whom I don’t think spoke English. We all loaded up and, thirty-five minutes later, we were driving along a beautiful coast road, a golden beach stretching down to an inviting blue green sea.

We drove for another twenty minutes along the coast and then the driver pulled down a small dirt track and finally up to a large wrought iron gate.

He sounded his horn and the gate slid back. He drove into what turned out to be a courtyard for a large villa. Once again there was an older woman standing on the porch waiting for us.

“Señor Steadman?” said the woman as we piled out of the van. Dean stepped forward.

We went through the same process as we had at the first accommodation in London.  While this house was far less techno, it still had a pool, and a short path to a private section of beach. The problem here was that they only had standard sized beds and, although there were enough for all of us, we would be hard pressed to all sleep together.  The beds weren’t even in the same room.

Dean looked displeased and said something I didn’t hear to the woman. She shrugged and spread her hands. There was nothing she could do.

“It’s fine,” I said. “We’ll manage for a week.”

I couldn’t be bothered getting upset about it. I’m sure that we could figure something out.

The woman left and we decided to go down to the beach. When we got to the beach there were a couple of people already there. Even though it was a private beach, they were not causing us any problems so we saw no reason to chase them off. We settled down in the sand and just chilled for the afternoon.

There was a lot of seafood in the kitchen for dinner and I once again made Paella, which Ness had never made nor eaten before. It went down well. Bedtime was a little fraught figuring out who was going to sleep where, but it ended up that Jules, Ness, and I slept in one bed while the twins took the other. We would switch the next night.

It felt strange waking up in such a small bed and with only the two girls. I did not sleep well because the twins were missing. This didn’t bode well for any time I would have to spend away from them.  The several weeks training I was facing at Quantico came to mind. I pressed gentle kisses to Jules’ and Ness’ forehead before extricating myself.

I looked in on the twins and saw them curled up together Mary spooning Amanda. For the first time I wondered which of them were older. I had always assumed Mary. She seemed to be the more responsible of the two and took the role of caregiver when both were in distress. I would have to ask them. Quietly, I sneaked over to their bed, and placed a gentle kiss on each of their heads.

Mary stirred, looking up at me sleepily.

“We missed you,” she said.

“I missed you too,” I replied. “Let’s think about this arrangement after everyone wakes up. Go back to sleep.” She snuggled down and closed her eyes once more. I decided to go for a run.

Running on sand is a bitch. It’s alright if you are running on the wet sand at the water’s edge, but you risk being caught by an errant wave. Running along dry sand though, DAMN!

I don’t think I made three miles before my legs were burning and I was more than ready to turn back. I walked most of the way back, arriving slightly later than I would have. Ness was already up and in the kitchen.

“You okay?” I asked. She wrinkled her nose.

“I’ve been sleeping with you guys for only a couple of weeks,” she said, “but even so, I missed having Mary and Amanda with us last night. It just didn’t feel right.”

“AAAWWWW!!” came from the doorway where Amanda had just walked in. She smiled at Ness, who blushed, and smiled back at the older girl.

“I missed you too,” Amanda said, going to give Ness a hug. Ness, contrary to usual behaviour, which was to carry on cooking whilst being hugged from behind, downed tools and turned to fully engage with Amanda. Ness buried her face in the older girls shoulder as she held her.

Mary, who had entered the kitchen just behind Amanda, looked at the pair with love in her eyes. She, too, went over to join the hug. I gently bumped them aside from the stove and continued cooking, making sure the breakfast didn’t burn.

Ness and the twins broke up and she came back to reclaim her territory.

Jules came in a few minutes later and also gave the twins long hugs. It appeared that she too had missed them in bed the previous night. I wondered about that. She hadn’t done this since they had spent the night out with those boys. Was her anger enough to dampen her missing them? Or was part of that anger because she had missed them herself?

After breakfast we decided to go and spend another day at the beach. During the previous two weeks we had done a lot of walking and, although we weren’t too far from Barcelona itself, it being Sunday, we decided to have a lazy day. Perhaps we would go sightseeing later in the week.

When we got down to our beach, there were two couples already occupying it. There was an older couple, who had set up beach chairs, and a couple of young girls, probably in their late teens or early twenties. The section of beach belonging to the villa, was well signposted, but big enough to accommodate all of us so we didn’t bother worrying about them being there.

Dean and Cheryl had decided to stay in the villa for some peace and quiet. Josh, Louise, the girls and I lazed on the sand, occasionally went into the sea, and generally did what you do on a beach.

We’d been down there for a couple of hours when a group of boys decided to crash the party. They came along with a ball and started pestering the two young girls, asking them to join them in a game. From what I could see, the girls had moved onto our section of beach because it was away from these or other boys, and they just wanted to be left alone.

Then the boys spied my girls and made a beeline for them.

I guessed that the boys were between eighteen and twenty years old. They weren’t locals as they all showed signs of not using enough sunscreen. I didn’t recognize their accents but they spoke English. It may be that they were actually English, or they were European and spoke it, I didn’t know.

I had been in the water when the boys first arrived on the beach but wandered back onto the sand as they arrived. Mary and Amanda had been sunning themselves when two of the boys went and lay down either side of them in an attempt to talk to them.

Jules and Ness, had been splashing around in the shallows, also attracted a couple of the guys. I decided that Mary and Amanda were far better able to take care of themselves than the other two, so wandered over to Jules.

One of the boys was talking to Ness. She was talking to him, and seemed at ease, so I hung back.

The other boy was talking to Jules, who had made it clear that she had no interest in him. He spoke to her again. I heard her say “I have a boyfriend. Please, leave me alone.”

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, so I walked up and put my arm around her waist. I kissed her cheek.

“Who’s your friend?” I asked amiably.

“He’s just leaving,” said Jules looking pointedly at him. He finally took the hint and walked off to join the friend that was talking to Ness.

“Ness,” I sent, “do you want to join Jules and me?”

She looked up at me and saw the second boy heading her way. She nodded and walked away from the first boy. He started to follow her.

I decided to walk to meet her - it seemed that things were starting to escalate - and I wanted to be near enough to intervene if problems occurred. I could have taken them both out easily from where I stood but I didn’t want to use my powers if it could be avoided.

I saw one of the boys reach out to take Ness by the arm.

“Guys,” I shouted. Both of them, and the two boys with Mary and Amanda, looked at me.

“This is a private beach,” I shouted as I walked toward them. “The public beach is that way. Please leave.”

The two boys looked at each other, and then back at me.

“Who says it’s a private beach?” asked one. I pointed to the signs on the post that they had passed. They were in English, Spanish and I recognized German and French. There were other languages too but I didn’t immediately recognize them.

“You’re here,” said the boy.

“The beach belongs to our villa,” I said. “The public beach starts back there, beyond the other private beach you walked across to get here.”

“It’s too crowded,” said the other boy. “Besides, I was talking to that girl. She’s here.”

“She,” I informed him, “has a fiancé.”

I saw the other two boys, who had been talking to Mary and Amanda, get up and start in my direction. I also saw the older man get up. The woman with him, put her arm out to stop him but he said something to her and started in my direction also.

“What’s your problem?” said one of the boys who had been with the twins. “There’s plenty of room for all of us.”

“You’re bothering the ladies,” I said. “Now please leave.”

“And what’s it to you?” he asked.

“You are on a private beach,” I said. “I’m asking you to leave.”

“Are you going to make us?” he asked. “There’s four of us and only one of you.”

“Two,” came a voice from behind me. The man from the older couple, probably in his mid to late forties, had come up and was standing back a little and off to one side.

“What you getting involved for Grandad?” mocked one of the boys.

The man didn’t rise to the insult; he merely stood and watched the boys impassively. I noticed that his ‘wife’ was packing their stuff up. The other two girls were watching what was going on.

Ness, who had been walking back toward me, passed the boys, and took her place next to me. She slipped her arm around my waist.

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

“Fine.” She said.

“What’s going on?” I looked across to see Dean arriving from down the path. Wearing nothing but his shorts, Dean was an impressive sight.

“I was just explaining to these gentlemen that this was a private beach,” I said. Suddenly the four on one odds had become four on three, and one of those looked like someone they really didn’t want to mess with.

The boys took another look around and sidled away, heading across the neighbouring beach and onto the public section. They didn’t stop but continued further down until they were lost from sight.

“Apologies,” said the man. “We were trying to get away from idiots like that. We thought the villa was empty.”

“You’re fine,” said Dean. “Feel free to use the beach as long as we’re here.”

The woman looked at him and smiled. “Thank you,” she said. She had packed up all their stuff and had joined her husband.

I turned to the man.

“Thanks for the backup,” I said. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugged. “Arseholes like that make me ashamed to be British,” he said. “They could do with a stint in the forces. Make useful men out of them.”

“Military?” asked Dean.

“1^st Para,” said the man displaying a tattoo on his arm.

Dean held out his hand. “I had the pleasure of some of your guys in the desert.”  They started chatting about military matters. The wife rolled her eyes. I grinned at her.

“That’s him gone for the rest of the day,” she said to me. “I don’t know how he does it. Everywhere we go he meets someone who he’s either been deployed with, or knows someone who knows someone who was.”

“They obviously went through a lot out there,” I said.

She shuddered. “Reggie still has flashbacks some nights,” she said. “He still wakes up screaming sometimes.”

“I’m Caleb,” I said holding out my hand.

“Donna,” she said shaking it. “I thought you said that that girl was your girlfriend,” she said pointing to Jules, “But then…”

“Are you easily shocked?” I asked her with a grin. She shook her head.

“This is Jules, and Ness,” I introduced her to the pair, “and over there are Mary and Amanda. My Fiancées.”

“Fiancées?” she asked, “Both of them?”

“All four,” I said with a grin. She looked from Jules to Ness and then across to the twins, who were leaning up on their elbows watching us.

“You’re pulling my leg,” she said. I grinned at her.

She looked relieved but then looked again at me. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes.

The two girls who had been sunning themselves on the beach had also started to pack their things away.

“Girls,” I shouted to them. They looked across.

“No need to leave if you don’t want to.”

They looked at each other and then at me. I caught a flash of thought from one of them wondering what my ulterior motive was for asking them to stay, and from the other hoping that I actually had an ulterior motive. In the end they put their towels back down, and began to sun themselves again. I did note that the one who had hoped I had a motive had undone her top and was sitting there nonchalantly reading, whilst showing off her breasts in my direction, hoping I might take notice. Her friend, seeing what she was doing, grinned at her before turning to look at me with a raised eyebrow.

I looked across at the twins, and needless to say – Amanda was on the case. She was in the process of getting to her feet – before wandering over to the two other girls. I shook my head ruefully.

“Looks like Amanda is setting you up again,” said Jules. I nodded.

“Seems so,” I said.

Cheryl came down to see what had happened to Dean, who was standing, still talking to Reggie. Strangely, as I looked across at them, they both turned to look at me. I wondered what that was all about.

Cheryl came across to me. “I sent Dean down to see what you were doing about lunch,” she said. “But he’s talking to an old soldier and there’s no talking to him once he starts down that road.”

“I saw a portable barbecue in the villa” I said. “Why don’t we bring it down and have lunch here? I’m sure our guests,” I indicated the four extra people, “are probably hungry.”

Cheryl thought that was a great idea, and Josh, Ness, and I went to the villa to collect food, drinks and the portable barbecue. I asked Amanda to invite the girls to the cookout and Cheryl was going to invite Reggie and Donna.

By the time we got back to the beach with everything we needed, Reggie and Donna had moved their chairs over. The twins and Ness had gone and grabbed some more chairs, and everyone was seated. The two girls were English and came from a place called Salford which was apparently near Manchester. They had strange accents.

Emma, which she pronounced ‘Emmor,’ was apparently a nurse working at the hospital there. Her friend, Claire, was a beauty therapist, whatever that meant. They both apparently had boyfriends back in the UK, but had come on a ‘girls’ holiday,’

I had got the barbecue going and was starting to grill some burgers. Josh had brought down a folding table and set it up and Ness was mixing salad and slicing bread rolls to put the burgers on. We had ketchup. She sliced up some onions and I put them on some aluminium foil to broil on the side of the grill.

A few minutes later we were all enjoying burgers and salad and sipping either soda or cold beers.

Dean approached me as I was eating. Cheryl was still talking to Reggie and Donna. The twins were talking to Emma and Claire.

“Reggie was in the desert,” he said simply, “pretty much the same time I was, but we never met out there.”

I nodded, waiting for him to get to his point.

“He was out on a patrol and they got ambushed,” he said. “They lost half of their guys. Caleb, he has PTSD. He gets flashbacks and it’s ruining his, and his wife’s, life. Do you think you could help him?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m not a counsellor. I could end up doing more damage than he already lives with.”

“He’s seen counsellors, psychiatrists, and psychologists,” Dean said. “All they do is medicate him – and he walks around like a zombie. He’s usually fine during the day, unless something triggers him, but it’s the dreams that are ruining his life.  He dreads going to sleep. They have had to start sleeping in separate rooms. He attacked his wife in her sleep.”

“What did you say to him?” I asked.

“I said that you were a hypnotherapist,” he said. “That you might be able to help. C’mon Caleb – he stood up for you, a total stranger. He’s a decent man, a vet, with enough trouble of his own, and yet he had your six.”

“I’m not averse to helping him,” I said to Dean. “I’m just concerned that I might make things worse.”

“Things can’t get worse for him,” he said. I appreciated the sentiment, but I knew that was not true.

“Let me speak to Dianna first,” I said. “I can’t go in there blind. But if she says to stay out, I’m going to take her advice.”

Dean nodded. “Okay,” he said. “That’s fair.”

I walked back up to the house, and grabbed my phone. I called Dianna. I’d forgotten the time difference – I guess I woke her up.

“Hey, Caleb, is something the matter?” she asked, sounding sleepy. I suddenly remembered the time difference.

“Oh god,” I said. “I am so sorry – I forgot, what time is it there?”

“Four in the morning,” she said. “Did you call me to ask that?”

I chuckled. “No,” I said. and then explained why I had called.

“PTSD,” she said, “can be a minefield, if you will excuse the very poor taste pun. The condition is based on triggers which become hardwired in the brain to memories. Those memories are then replayed to the sufferer, but can appear to be the current reality. They are often forced to live the same events either as waking hallucinations or dreams. If not, that then they get the emotional responses, anxieties, and arousal, and I don’t mean sexual arousal I mean emotional – so anger or rage. This can then lead to depression, and a whole host of other mental illnesses, depending on the individual.

“Traditional treatments with medication, cognitive therapy, psychotherapy do work, but they take time. We, however, have the advantage.

“What you had, after absorbing Harold’s memories, was a form of PTSD – a very mild form, true, but a form all the same. The treatment is to sever the triggers from the memories. If you look in his mind, you will see the memories that are causing him problems. Do not attempt to erase them. He needs them, otherwise there will be a whole host of other dissonances that will emerge. What you will find is that those memories have triggers; sounds, smells, other memories. You need to sever those links. Isolate the memories from the triggers. Do that, and the PTSD goes away. What is a link to other memories verses what is a trigger is sometimes difficult to judge. In some they are glaringly obvious. Usually, the worse the PTSD the more obvious the triggers.

“Proceed gently. You should be able to give this poor man, and his wife, their lives back. If you get in there and struggle, call me, I can talk you through it. I think once you are in there though, you’ll see things clearly enough.”

“Okay,” I said. “Thanks. Sorry I woke you.”

“No problem,” she said. “Enjoy the rest of your vacation. Give the girls my love.”

“I will.”

I walked back to the beach only to find the boys had returned, and were facing up to Dean and Reggie again. Only now there looked to be about ten of them. I sighed.

Mary and Amanda had walked over to where Dean and Reggie were standing facing the gang. The gang were looking nervous. I could feel the twins’ power oozing over them, robbing them of their confidence and bravado.

I, bored of playing around, injected a large dose of fear as I walked up to them and put my face within an inch of the apparent leaders’.

“FUCK OFF,” I yelled into his face, “NOW!!!”

I swelled the fear and pushed hard. They ran, at least one of them pissing themselves.

“Fuck me,” said Reggie. “You wouldn’t be related to my old RSM would you?”

“RSM?” I asked.

“Regimental Sergeant Major,” said Dean. “It’s their equivalent of our Drill Instructor.”

I grinned at him. Mary and Amanda had gone back to sit with the two English girls, who were looking at me a mixture of awe and amusement on their faces.

I went and sat down next to Donna, indicating to Reggie he should come join us.

He sat down and looked at me.

“Dean spoke to you?” I asked already knowing the answer.

He nodded. “He said that you were a hypnotherapist.” he replied. “He said that you’ve helped a lot of people.”

“I think I can help you,” I said. He looked at me.

“At this point,” he said. “I’m willing to try anything.”

I stood. “Come with me,” I said. He stood. Donna looked up at me.

I nodded to her, and she followed.

We went up to the villa and I indicated seats by the pool.

“Do loud noises trigger you?” I asked he nodded.

“So, if I were to, say, pick up this book,” I said, “and slam it down on the table. That would be a trigger?”

He nodded again. “Even if I watched you do it,” he said, “the noise would still trigger me.”

“Okay,” I said setting the book down. I want you to relax, sit back, and start to count down from one hundred.

As I dropped him into a ‘trance’ I pulled Donna into an illusion where she would see me talking to Reggie while he was under hypnosis. Since her brain was supplying the detail of the illusion, I had no idea what I’d be saying, but it would be perfectly reasonable to her.

The memories of what had happened in the desert were stark and vivid in his mind. They were so strong that they had become almost caricatures of themselves with everything exaggerated and amplified. Parts happened in slow motion heightening the impact of events, blood spatter, dismemberment, explosions, and screams. It was no wonder that this poor man suffered.

It took me the best part of an hour to track down and cut all of the triggers to these memories. They were actually fairly easy to see. Bright, almost luminescent, red threads led off in all directions to other memories, or to senses. It was the sheer volume of connections and triggers that took the time. Before I pulled back out of his mind, I checked around once more, ensuring that I had managed to clear everything. Finally satisfied, I eased out of his mind, and sat back in my chair. I checked my energy bar – about a third depleted.

I dropped the illusion around Donna and brought Reggie out of the trance.

As he was looking around, blinking, I picked the book up off the table and slammed it down, hard. The table was metal, and it clanged loudly. Both jumped at the sudden noise.

“Noisy fucker,” Reggie said with a grin. “You scared the shit out of me.”

Donna looked at him, her eyes wide.

He looked at her. “What?” he said. She shook her head.

When we got back to the beach, Ness had made me another plate, figuring that, if I was using powers, I would be hungry. That girl was a wonder. I accepted it and started in on the burgers she’d made for me. The two Salford girls were chatting and giggling with the twins. Jules was sitting under a beach umbrella reading.

Reggie and Donna went and sat down near Dean and Cheryl. Dean looked up at me and I nodded to him. He smiled and gave me a nod back.

“NOO!” I heard the shout from the two where the twins were talking to the girls. I looked across and Amanda waved me to come over. When I did, she stood and indicated for me to sit, and then sat on my lap.

“Where did Josh and Lou go?” I asked as Amanda settled in squirming deliberately into my groin.

“They went for a walk along the beach,” said Mary.

“Emma here,” said Amanda, “Doesn’t believe me about your golden touch.”

“Go with it,” she sent to me. “I’ve told her that you can make any girl orgasm by just touching her with your index finger on any part of her body.”

I looked at her, my eyebrows raised.

“You told them?” I asked. “I thought it was supposed to be our secret.”

Amanda pretended to pout. “But they’re friends,” she said. “Besides, they’re going home tomorrow.”

I sighed.

“It’s not possible,” said Emma. I looked at her.

“Want to bet?” I asked.

Both girls looked at me appraisingly.

“And what would we be betting?” Emma asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I said. “Amanda, what do you think?”

“Well,” Amanda said, “it would only be fair, that if you made them cum, they return the favour.”

I looked at the two girls.

Emma was smiling slightly. “I get to choose where you touch?” she asked.

“It has to be skin,” I said. It didn’t, but I had to make it at least somewhat believable. “But with that stipulation, yes. I will touch you wherever you designate, and you will cum. The closer to your core I touch, the more intense your orgasm will be.”

“How long for?” asked Claire. “Are we talking about just contact, or do you need more.”

“One full second contact,” I said.

The two girls looked at each other.

“Who’s first?” I asked. Emma stretched out her hand toward me, pinkie finger extended.

“You sure?” I said. “It won’t be a very good one with just your little finger.”

“You saying you can’t do it now?” she challenged.

“Not at all,” I said. “I just thought that you might want a better one than that.”

She extended her little finger to me once again.

“Okay then,” I reached out and placed the tip of my index finger onto the tip of her pinkie.

She smiled a smug smile for half a second, then her eyes went wide, as I extended a tendril into her mind. I gave her a small, but definite, orgasm.

“WHaaaaaa ughhh Fuck!!!” she exclaimed. All of a sudden her knees clamped together and she shuddered in release.

Claire looked at her, a look of shock on her face.

“You didn’t!” she said staring at her friend.

Emma shivered, her breathing heavy for a few seconds, before she recovered herself.

“That’s not physically possible,” she said. “How…?”

“Like I said,” said Amanda. “The golden touch.”

“What was it like?” Claire asked her friend.

“Want to find out?” I asked. “I offered my index finger.”

Claire looked at Emma, and then lay back on her chair, pointing at her bare stomach.

I saw she had a tattoo just above her bikini line, it looked like a little Devil.

“Touch Alex,” she said.

“You sure?” I said. “It could be a little overwhelming.”

“I think I’ll cope,” she smirked.

I placed the tip of my index finger on the little red devil.

Claire locked up like she was having a seizure. She threw her head back and began to shake, a high pitched keening noise coming from her mouth, as she struggled to draw breath. Fluid gushed from behind her bikini bottoms, soaking them and the towel she was sitting on, as she jerked and thrashed like I’d shoved a live wire up her ass.

Everyone on the beach looked over in our direction. Emma was halfway out of her chair, the nurse in her looking to care for her friend, before she recognized that what she’d imagined was a full blown seizure was, in fact, a full blown orgasm.

It took about two minutes before Claire regained control of her limbs, and at least five before she’d stopped panting and could talk.

“Fuck!!” she moaned. “I’ve never cum so hard in my fucking life.”

She looked down at the puddle she was sitting in.

“And I’ve never squirted like that,” she said. “How the fuck did you do that? And can I take you home?”

Amanda grinned at her. “No,” she said. “He’s ours. But you could come play with us if you wanted.”

“Us?” asked Emma.

“Ness?” sent Amanda, “You want to play with us and the girls?”

Ness looked across at the girls, smiled but shook her head.

“Caleb, Mary, and me,” Amanda said. “At the very least, you each owe Caleb an orgasm.”

“I… I have a boyfriend,” Emma said at last. “We’re supposed to be getting engaged. I promised him…”

I smiled at her. “Then I won’t insist on collecting on our bet,” I said gently. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want. You think your boyfriend would be upset at you playing with my girls?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “We’ve never talked about it. I’ve never been with a girl before.”

I looked at Claire. “And you?” I asked. “You have a boyfriend too?”

She grinned. “Yeah” she said. “But he isn’t here. And after what you did with just your finger, I can’t wait to see what you can do with your cock.”

Emma looked at her friend, a conflicted look on her face.

“Why don’t I,” I said to Emma, “look after Claire, and Mary and Amanda will look after you. I promise you nothing you don’t want will happen. We’ll all be together, but I won’t touch you. You have my word.”

I nudged Amanda and she stood. I then stood up and offered my hand to Claire.

“Is it safe?” she said looking at my hand as if it were a loaded gun.

I smiled. “Perfectly,” I said. “It only works when I want it to.”

She took my hand and stood. Her towel stuck to her legs. “I need a shower,” she said.

“There’s a bathroom in the villa you can use,” I assured her.

Amanda offered her hand to Emma, who still looked conflicted. I waited to see if Amanda would use her powers to ease her mind. I must admit that I’d be disappointed in her if she did. I needn’t have worried. She simply smiled gently at Emma and stood waiting. Eventually Emma stood and took Amanda’s hand. Mary stepped up and put her arm around Emma’s waist, leaned in, and whispered something I didn’t catch in her ear. Emma shivered but seemed to relax.

We walked past Dean, Cheryl, Reggie, and Donna and then up the path toward the villa. I’d already checked the two girls out; both were healthy and free of any diseases. I could see Claire had a contraceptive implant in her arm, not that it mattered.

When we got to the villa I showed both girls to the main bathroom, which was well stocked with soaps, shampoos and towels. They chose to go in together. I, and the twins, went into the ensuite in one of the bedrooms and showered.

I was standing in the hallway, a towel around my waist, when the girls emerged from the bathroom. Both were wrapped in towels. Claire looked at me with a predatory gaze. Emma still seemed unsettled.

I went over to them.

“Emma,” I said, “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” She looked into my face, eyes a little troubled. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It just feels wrong. Even with the girls.”

“That’s fine,” I assured her. “Claire?”

Claire looked at Emma. I could tell that she really wanted to do this but didn’t want to be separated from her friend. As much as she felt safe and secure around us, there were always stories.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It would probably be best if we just left.”

I smiled at the pair of them.

Amanda passed them their bags, which they had dropped in the entryway as they’d entered the villa.

“Why don’t you go get dressed,” I said, and they returned to the bathroom. Amanda pouted.

“Don’t pout,” I said. “We don’t need them to have fun.”

Amanda grinned at me. “Guess not,” she said.

I pulled on shorts and a T-shirt, intending to walk the girls back to the beach.

The bathroom door opened and Claire came out, naked.

I raised my eyebrow at her.

She stepped forward, and Emma followed her out of the bathroom. She was dressed in T-shirt and shorts.

I cocked my head to one side.

“Claire decided she wanted more of what you had,” Emma said. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “It doesn’t feel right leaving her alone in a strange villa with…”

“Come here,” I said holding my hand out. Tentatively she walked to me, and I led them both into the bedroom.

“I tell you what we’re going to do,” I said, “IF you’re both up for it. Emma, you’re going to lie on that bed there and get a massage. Clothes on. Mary, Amanda, and I are all really good at that, and you’ll leave feeling like you’re walking on air. Nothing inappropriate will happen to you. At the same time, Claire will lie on that bed there, and cum until she can’t remember her name. After we’re done, we’ll all have some dinner. Sound good?”

Claire looked at Emma, who still looked a little uncertain. Claire was giving her a half pleading, half threatening look. Emma sighed.

“Okay,” she said.

“Perfect,” I said. Amanda led Emma to the bed and she lay down on her front, still wearing shorts and her T-shirt. I spun the illusion. Emma would feel like she had had an amazing full body, and perfectly respectable, massage.

I turned my attention to Claire.

“Now you,” I said moving over to her. The twins flanked me, closing in on the English girl from the sides. For a moment she actually looked scared. Then Amanda got to her and pulled her into a deep sensuous kiss.

I could see the flush creeping down Claire’s body, her nipples swelled until they were stiff peaks surrounded by the tightly crinkled flesh of her areolae. Mary moved up to her side, and lowered her face, taking one of those peaks into her mouth while stroking and tweaking the other. I moved around behind her and began stroking her back, kissing and nipping at her neck. Claire mewled into Amanda’s mouth, her body shaking with need.

Amanda slid her hand down Claire’s belly, and over her little red devil tattoo, before cupping her sex. Claire unconsciously spread her legs as Amanda demanded entry. Amanda easily slid two fingers into her needy snatch. Amanda began fingering Claire, pulling her hand upward and forward inside her, pressing against her most sensitive spots. She held her, trapped in the kiss, as she brought Claire to her first orgasm. Claire shook and shuddered her way through her climax, unable to break away from our attentions. It took her a few seconds to recover by which time we’d lifted her onto the bed, and swapped positions.

We’d laid Claire on her back. Mary laid between her legs, kissing and lapping at her pussy gently as she came down. I was to her side, leaning up on my elbow, looking down into her face. Amanda was to her other side, licking and nibbling at her other nipple.

“You okay?” I asked her as her eyes cleared.

“Mmm-hmm” she said squirming a little on Mary’s tongue. She looked down and locked gazes with Mary. “That’s so nice. I’ve never had a girl do that to me.”

Claire put her hand on my chest, and then ran it down my body.

“God,” she said. “You have a fucking gorgeous bod.” Her hand continued down until she encountered my cock. She closed her hand around it. “And a nice cock too,” she said with a grin.

“I’m glad you approve,” I said smiling at her.

“I need a closer look,” she said, tugging at it, I got the message and moved to bring my cock up toward her. When it was within range she brought her face to my crotch and took a long sniff.

“God you smell so fucking horny,” she said before engulfing me in her mouth. She started to bob up and down on me, working her tongue around my head and palming and tugging at my balls with her hand.

Mary had stepped up the pace, and slipped a couple of fingers into Claire’s pussy.  She was licking and sucking at Claire’s clit. Claire’s hips had started to move against Mary’s face and she started to moan again as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth. Amanda was kneeling on the other side of Claire her hands and mouth busy on the older girls tits.

Claire’s movements became jerky and sporadic on my cock as she started to rise to yet another orgasm. She took her hand completely off my cock and put it on my ass pulling me into her, almost forcing me to face fuck her.  I, in turn, put my hand on the back of her head and began to thrust. She growled in appreciation as I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth. The growl turned into a whine, and then a muffled scream, as she reached her peak once again. I forced my cock as deep as I could into her throat as she came, cutting off her air, and making her gag and choke as she rode out her climax. Just before it was over, I slipped free allowing her to gasp a breath. The sudden oxygen rush sent her tumbling into a second climax as Mary continued to finger her now gushing pussy while working her clit hard with her tongue.

With a final shudder, Claire collapsed onto her back breathing hard.

“Wow,” she said. “That was…”

She yelped as I flipped her over onto her stomach and then pulled her back until she was knelt on all fours.

“You don’t think you’re finished do you?” I growled in her ear. I was knelt over her, my belly against her back, my cock nestled in the crack of her ass. She turned her head to look at me. 

“No?” she asked a small smile playing on her lips.

I reached down and slipped the tip of my cock into her soaking wet vagina.

“No,” I said as I slid deep inside her in a single thrust. She moaned as my cock bullied it’s way inside her, stretching her out a little. She was, by no means, the tightest pussy I had ever fucked, but her channel was hot, very wet, and snug. It fit around me nicely and I savoured the sensation of being fully sheathed in her.

Amanda had also moved and was sitting, legs spread, in front of the English girl. I guessed that since she had never had a girl go down on her before, she hadn’t eaten another girl’s pussy either. I wondered what her reaction would be. Claire had dropped her head, and was looking down – watching my cock as it slid in and out of her pussy. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. I wasn’t rough with her, nor was I overly gentle. It was just enough to let her know that I was in charge. Her head came up and she came face to pussy with Amanda. I felt her pussy twitch at the sight.

Her mind was a tumult of thoughts. She’d never been this close to another girls twat before, although she’d had what she thought of as ‘a drunken snog’ with Emma a few days prior.  They’d both gotten worked up but had no outlet since Emma had promised her boyfriend she’d be good. The two girls had almost fooled around with each other, but Emma had chickened out at the last minute, leaving Claire hot and horny. She’d had to jill herself off in the bathroom. She didn’t know if Emma had finished herself off or not. All she knew was that she was asleep, or at least pretending to be, when Claire finally emerged.

Now, faced with Amanda’s moist, pretty, sweet smelling pussy she wasn’t sure what to do. I thrust into her, pushing her forward a few inches, bringing her face even closer. The smell was intoxicating, and the sight alluring, as she was getting her own cunt reamed out. Her thoughts whirled as a tongue suddenly found her clit. Mary had slid beneath us and was lapping at where we joined, running her tongue alternately over my cock and Claires clit. I thrust again and Claire found her face pressed against Amanda. Overwhelmed with sensations and lust, she opened her mouth and began to feast on the younger girl’s pussy. Amanda moaned and gently held her head in place as I pounded in and out of her increasingly sloppy cunt.

Over on the other bed, and despite the noise we were making, Emma had become so relaxed from the illusory massage she had actually fallen asleep. Since I didn’t need it anymore, I dropped the illusion, to concentrate fully on the girl beneath me. For some reason Claire hadn’t noticed that nobody had been giving Emma the promised massage – she was too wrapped up with what we were doing to her.

I started to pound into her, each stroke pushing her face into Amanda’s pussy. I felt Claire’s orgasm building and had decided how to handle her. Since I’d already given her a huge orgasm on the beach – this would have to be extra special.  I sped up, my hands on her shoulders holding her in place as I fucked her. Amanda was grinding her pussy into Claire’s face, but Claire definitely wasn’t minding. She had found that she loved everything about eating pussy. She loved the taste of it as well as the mere thought of it. She’d decided that she was definitely going to give her boyfriend the threesome he’d been pestering her for. This was a sexual liberation for her. Mary was savaging at Claire’s clit with her tongue while reaching up and cupping her hanging breasts, rolling and tweaking the nipples.

Claire was teetering on the edge of orgasm now, but I was holding her back, using my powers to prevent her tipping over. Her cunny was twitching and clutching at my cock, in that pre-orgasmic state that almost felt like the muscles there were starting to cramp up, just on the verge of painful pleasure. Amanda had given up all pretence and was fucking her face with abandon, her own pussy gushing juices as she brought herself off on the older girls tongue.

I could feel my own orgasm approaching and I was going to use as the trigger to finally allow Claire to cum. I pounded in and out of her clutching cunt, my pelvis slapping her ass loudly with each stroke. Claire was whining in frustration, long past the point where she would normally have hit her orgasm. She couldn’t understand why she couldn’t peak, she had never experienced the levels of sensations that were coursing through her body just now, and her mind wasn’t fully able to process it all.

Amanda chose that moment to cum, screaming out her release and gushing her lady cum into Claires greedy sucking mouth. Mary, who was still slurping at Claire’s pussy came in sympathy, her body twitching and writhing, and causing her to pinch at Claires nipples probably harder than she would normally have. Claire shrieked at the sudden pain in her nipples, clenching her pussy down on my cock which chose that moment to give up, spewing a huge load of hot jizz into Claire’s clutching cunt.

I released Claire’s orgasm and once again her body locked up in a rictus of pleasure. Since she’d just screamed out, she had no breath in her body to make any further noise. Instead, she merely shook, her pussy slurping and sucking at my cock as I shot spurt after spurt of thick cream inside of her.

For long minutes Claire continued to convulse. Mary had slid out from beneath her and Amanda was supporting Claire’s head on her tummy, stroking her hair as the older girl rode out her climax on my cock. Eventually my own orgasm abated and I slid back gently, and slipped out of her now gaping pussy. The vacancy my cock left allowed gobs of combined cum to flow out of her and down onto the towel thoughtfully laid out beneath her.

Bereft of my support Claire’s legs collapsed, and she sank onto her belly on the bed, still between Amanda’s legs, her head on the younger girl’s tummy while she recovered.

I looked over at the other bed to see that Claires screams had woken Emma, and she was looking at her friend wide-eyed. That was the second enormous orgasm she had watched her friend ride out today. It looked amazing and she was now regretting her promise to her boyfriend.

Emma had been frustrated for most of the holiday, the drunken kiss she’d had with Claire the only thing coming even close to sex she’d had in the two weeks she had been here, until I’d given her that mini-gasm earlier.

Right now, her pussy was soaked and she really, really wanted to cum.

It was only when she saw my eyes on her, that she realised that her hand was between her legs, and she was gently stroking at her own pussy. She blushed and pulled her hand away.

Slowly I moved across to the other bed, sitting on the edge of it.

“You okay?” I said heedless of my own nakedness.  I saw her nostrils twitch. She could smell the mix of mine and Claire’s cum that was still clinging to my cock.

She looked up at me.

“I…” she said.

“You poor thing,” said Mary, joining us on the bed. “You’re all tied up in knots. If nothing else, let him give you a release – one finger, like before.”

Emma looked at me.

“One finger?”

“Lay back,” I said, and she did. I pulled up her T-shirt exposing her midriff. I gently laid my hand on her belly and, sliding a small tendril into her mind, gave her an orgasm to rival the one that Claire had just enjoyed.

Emma’s eyes bulged and her back arched, lifting her almost totally off the bed, only her heels and shoulders still in contact as her body went into spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Her shriek roused Claire from her post orgasmic haze and she looked across at her friend bucking and thrashing on the bed. Claire smiled wearily.

“About time,” she said. “She’s needed a good fucking all the time we’ve been here. I won’t say that’s the next best thing, because it looks almost as good as the fucking you all just gave me.

“I’m really sorry that we’re flying back tomorrow morning now. It’s a shame you guys didn’t arrive earlier in our holiday.”

Emma, by now, had ridden out her climax and was beginning to recover. I stroked her stomach gently as she came down. Then she looked at me and started to cry.

“Hey?” I said pulling the weeping girl to me, both of us still heedless of my nakedness. “What’s the matter?”

“I… That…  I’ve…” she began but couldn’t complete the sentence.

“You’ve ruined her,” said Claire a little wryly. “Me too, if I’m honest.”

“Ruined?” I said.

“Neither of us have experienced anything like that before,” Claire said. “And all you did for her was touch her. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives trying, and failing, to find someone that can make us feel like that. I know my boyfriend can’t do it, and I’m almost sure that Emma’s fiancé is not up to it either.”

I looked down at Emma.

“Emma?” I said. She looked up at me with wet eyes. “Do you love him?”

She nodded.

“Does he love you?” I asked.

“We’ve been together forever,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong – he’s not bad in bed… but fuck me, you turned me inside out and I’m still fully dressed. What chance does he have?”

“When you go home,” I said, “take him to bed, and LOVE him. Don’t fuck him. I promise you, if you love him, and he loves you, you will have the best sex you will ever have in your life – even better than today.”

She looked up at me. I was busy placing the same Compulsions in her mind I had in Sue’s – I idly reached across and did the same thing for Claire.

“You too,” I said to Claire. “We’ve unlocked something here today for both of you. If you really love the person you are sleeping with, your sex will always be as good as you felt today, if not better.”

The girls once again showered. Claire definitely needed it, and Emma was more than a little sticky too. The twins and I showered in our ensuite. I was tidying up the room we used and changing the beds when both girls came back in, now fully dressed.

“You hungry?” I asked. Both girls nodded.

“Ness,” I sent, “I’m about to start dinner. Ask if Reggie and Donna are staying, please.”

“They said ‘Yes, please’.” Returned Ness. “I’ll come up and help.”

We had a full villa for dinner. Even though the dining table was big, there was still not enough room for us all, so Ness and I took our plates outside and sat by the pool to eat ours.

“Did you have fun?” she asked me as she ate.

I looked at her over the rim of my glass of juice.

“Ness?” I said, after I’d swallowed my mouthful. “Will you be honest with me?”

She looked at me, “That sounds serious,” she said. “I’m always honest with you, mainly because you can read my mind in any case so there’s no point lying.”

“I would never do that to you,” I said. “Aside from your surface thoughts which you shout out all the time, I would never look further without asking first and only then for a good reason.”

“I know,” she said gently. “I was just playing with you. Yes, I’ll be honest with you.”

“Does it bother you when I have sex with people outside our family?” I asked. “Or with men?”

I thought that she would immediately try to reassure me that it didn’t, but I saw her sit back and consider her answer. That both worried and reassured me. At least I was going to get a true answer and not a platitude.

“When I first wanted to join our family,” she said, “I’ll admit, I kind of – not ignored – but purposely didn’t think about you having sex with others. I just wanted to be a part of what you had. I never actually managed to visualise you with another guy – until I saw it with my own eyes on your birthday.

“When Josh went down on you, it was just so natural, that it didn’t seem any different than anyone else in the family being with you. I know they are not part of the family – but Josh and Louise are as close as it gets.”

I nodded.

“Josh,” she continued, “is like that best friend from school. I love him, but would never be able to have sex with him. It would just be wrong.

“The thought of you ‘sharing’ with others was something else I kind of ignored, and before you say it, I know. You guys laboured this point with me over and over, and I still ignored it. I was thinking about it earlier when you brought the girls up here. I knew what you were going to do, you even invited me to join in.

“I’m not quite ready for that yet. I don’t think I’ll ever want to join in with other guys, but right now, I’m happy just sticking with the girls in our family. What do I feel when I see you with someone else? Everything I knew before would say it should hurt, should make me angry, upset, jealous. But it doesn’t. I know that no matter who, or what sex, they are you belong to us.

“They are never going to replace me in your heart. Because of that, I can see it for what it is. It’s entertainment. It’s fun. It’s like sharing a meal, going to play sports, or watching a movie. It’s just another activity with a friend. There are only two good reasons to worry about your significant other having sex with someone else. If you are worried that they are going to leave you for them, or if you are worried about disease or pregnancy. Neither applies in your case.

“I’m happy you had a good time, and that you gave those girls a good time. Despite their strange accents, they are nice girls. Emma, I think, is so nice, and cute too. I was almost tempted with her.

“If you had ditched me to go do it, as the twins did with you, then, like Jules, I would have been pissed. But, also like Jules, it wouldn’t be the sex that pissed me off, rather it would be the disrespect. I know you would never do that, so we will never have to have THAT conversation.” She smiled sweetly at me.

I chuckled – “You’re even more scary than your sister sometimes,” I said.

She grinned at me. “And don’t you forget it,” she said with mock menace.