Chapter 57 - Sister

We’d booked a table in an Italian restaurant for that evening. Melanie had been in restaurants before; sometimes her ‘gentlemen’ liked to play that they’d wined and dined her before slaking their lusts.

She’d never been to any restaurants in Portland though, since she was no longer fresh, her clientele were less discerning. She was lucky if she got to use a bed, or even the back seat of a car. Mostly, recently, it had been back alleys and doorways.

I’d been so angry when she’d told me. I’d wanted to hurt someone or something. I wanted to find the woman who’d stolen my poor sister away from her loving family and subjected her to such a horrendous ordeal. But she was no longer around. My next targets, then, were the men who had used and abused her, but Melanie had said simply that if it weren’t for those men she would have starved to death. In the end I just held her, swearing oath after oath that as long as I had breath in my body, nobody was going to hurt my baby sister ever again.

When we got to the restaurant, they’d pushed some tables together to make a long single table, where we all seated ourselves. Strangely, or maybe not so strangely, we all ended up in exactly the positions we sat in at home, with me at the head.

I marvelled at the need for people to have such regimentation in their lives, being quietly amused at them until I realized that I, too, had simply gone to my usual seat. A line from Dead Poet’s Society ran through my mind – ‘Why were you clapping?’ - and then I laughed at myself too.

We’d all been served a round of drinks, most of us drinking soda since most were underage. I, too, chose a soda since I was driving one of the cars and never had so much as a single beer any time I got behind the wheel.

We were examining the menus, Melanie delighted at the thought of being able to read hers, but being a little confused since the part of the menu she was looking at was in Italian. She was sitting next to Josh who looked over and noticed. He drew her attention to his menu, showing her where the English selections were, and she smiled at him in thanks, turning the page until she found one that she could read.

The food at the restaurant was really good, and Melanie had a lot of fun trying all kinds of things she’d never had before. By the time she was done, she was moaning, her belly looking like she was a few months pregnant. I was convinced she’d tried everyone’s meals, and nobody begrudged her a single mouthful.

When we got home, I spent a few minutes persuading her body to absorb all the calories she’d eaten and to distribute them properly. That helped her avoid becoming sick, and also sped up her recovery.

“Melanie,” I said.  We were lying in bed, she having decided to accompany me when I’d retired.

“Hmm?” she looked up at me, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Would you like me to make it so you are not able to get pregnant,” I said, “until you decide you want to?”

She smirked at me. “Is that a hint?” she asked. I laughed.

“Not at all,” I said. “But I imagine that at some point you’re going to want to have sex. And unless you want to start a family right away. . .”

She thought about it for a few minutes.

“I do want children,” she said. “I want to prove to myself that I can be a better mother than I had.”

I hugged her to me.

“If you do,” she asked, “Does that me we can…”

“You’re my sister,” I said. “Does that not worry you?”

“Half-sister,” she said. “And I’m not talking about having babies with you, yet. But you make me feel safe, and warm, and wanted. I trust you Caleb, and I know that you would never hurt me.”

“There are lots of men,” I said, “who would never hurt you. I don’t want you thinking that you owe me…”

“But I do…” she insisted. “A week ago, I was cold and hungry, wondering where my next meal was coming from, scared that I would get knifed for my shoes or my jacket, and it was getting to be that the only ones that would pay me for sex were the really sick old pervs that wanted to do sick stuff to me.

“Now I’m warm, safe, sleeping in a soft bed with clean sheets, plenty to eat, and…”

“And it’s only what you deserve,” I said. “You don’t have to feel that you owe me, or any of us, anything for that. We love you, Sis, and no matter what happens, we’re all going to look after you. You don’t have to ‘pay your way’ with sex, or anything else. You need to reset your thinking, your baseline.

“I am only giving you what you are entitled to by right. You are my sister and I OWE it to you to keep you safe, and warm, and well fed. I’ve been lax in my duties so far and I’m so very sorry.”

She snuggled in, resting her head back down on my shoulder once more.

“I love you,” she whispered, so quiet that I almost didn’t hear her. I got the feeling that she hadn’t really wanted me to hear it, and so I didn’t respond. I merely flexed my power, rolling feelings of safety, security, and love over us both, before allowing myself to drift off to sleep.

I woke, briefly, later when the other girls came to bed.

I heard a whispered conversation between Melanie and Amanda.

“So how was it?” Amanda asked.

“We didn’t,” said Melanie.

“Why not?” asked Amanda.

“I tried,” said Melanie “but he side-tracked me, and we started talking, and then I guess he got the impression that I only wanted to because I thought I owed him.”

“Oh dear,” whispered Amanda. “Then you need to make it clear that that isn’t the reason you want to.”

“I know,” said Melanie. “I need to leave it a couple of days. No matter what I say, he won’t believe it now.”

“I’ll speak to him,” said Amanda. “And if that doesn’t work, I have other ideas. But you’re right. After tonight let’s give It a few days.”

Through slitted eyes I saw Amanda lean down and kiss the back of Melanie’s neck, where they lay, spooned. Melanie shivered slightly and snuggled into the hold. Amanda turned her leonine gaze on me.

“I know you’re awake,” she sent.

“I know,” I responded. “Dianna’s coming for lunch tomorrow. Let’s talk about this after.”

“So, this isn’t you being Norm and prudish?” she asked through the connection.

I almost laughed. “Prudish?” I sent.  “I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before. No. I want to find out a few things from Dianna first, but most of all I want Melanie to want this because she wants it, not because she feels she owes me. I don’t think she’s got that clear in her head just yet.

“When she has, believe me I will have no hesitation giving her what we both want.”

I felt Amanda’s power flare, covering all of us in love, trust, contentment. But I did detect a soupcon of horny in there too, which made me grin, as I drifted off to sleep once more.

Dianna arrived just before noon the next day. We sat together, had lunch, and the conversation was lively. The meal, which Ness and I had cooked between us, went down with the usual appreciative noises. Afterward Ness and I were banned from the kitchen and the others teamed up to clear everything away. I’d forgotten about looking for a bigger dishwasher, so I went online and found one that I thought might be suitable. It took up to eighteen place settings, with the same footprint as our existing one. I ordered one with delivery and installation expected the following week.

“You wanted to speak to me?” asked Dianna and I grinned.

“Can’t a guy just invite his grandmother-in-law over for lunch?” I responded. She snorted.

“I have decades of experience on you,” she said, “so cut the bullshit.”

I stood and walked through the kitchen and out onto the deck.

She followed.

“Oh – this is one of those conversations?” she asked.

“Not really,” I said. “I just wanted to talk to you about some things.”

“Such as?”

“Well,” I said. “Finding Melanie kind of brought home the point that I have two other half siblings out there somewhere. I know nothing about them, apart from that one is close to ‘emerging’ so I assume they’re nearly twenty-one. I don’t even know if they are half-brothers, or half-sisters.

“One of each,” she said. “Ephraim, your brother, is the one who is about to emerge. Sarah, your sister, is just turned eighteen. John sired them with two different women, both of whom married other men who have taken on the children as their own.

“Neither of the women has a lot to do with John, other than him paying them for the children. I think they both had hopes of tying him down into marriage with the baby and were sadly disappointed when he wouldn’t.

“I was thinking,” I said, “that I wanted to meet them. Find out about them. I think Melanie would like that also.”

Dianna chewed her lip for a moment.

“They are both technically legal adults. Ephraim is in school and not living with his parents. Sarah is still living with her parents and is just graduated high school. As per our new schedule for removing the amulets, Ephraim is going to have his removed in the next week or so, about two months early. Sarah’s, I think, is due to be removed early next month.

“How are they removed?” I asked wondering.

“We have a device,” said Dianna, reaching into her pocket and pulling out something that looked very much like a car key fob, but with a small prong protruding from the top, ending in a tiny spoon shaped implement. She handed it to me.

“We place this over the control unit,” she pointed at the spoon, “press the button,” she indicated the only button on the device, “and the device withdraws and is removed. It stings a little but is not overly painful from what I understand. Most people are just so excited to get it removed that they don’t even notice. They’ve just been told that they might have psychic power and they are anxious to find out that they can do.”

“Can you give me contact details for Ephraim and Sarah please?” I requested. “I might at least email them and see if they would be interested in meeting Melanie and me.”

Dianna nodded. “Sure,” she said. “It might be good for you to be in their lives. From what Maggie says, Ephraim has a moderate amount of power, but Sarah is quite powerful. Not in your league of course, but probably almost as powerful as Maggie herself.”

I nodded, thinking.

“Now,” said Dianna, “do you want to ask me the question that you really brought me out here to ask?”

I raised my eyebrow at her. “What makes you think…” I began.

“Caleb,” she interrupted, “I might have been born at night, but it wasn’t LAST night. Melanie.”

“Melanie,” I sighed.

“You have feelings for her,” she said.

“Of course I do,” I said. “She’s my….”

“Outside of that I mean,” Dianna said. “You have feelings, urges, that you think are inappropriate for you to have toward your sister.”

I grimaced. “Once more here I am being a fucking hypocrite,” I said. “I’m sleeping with a set of twins and two other sisters. You and I…”

“It’s not the same thing,” she said. “There are good reasons why the rules against incest are there, and they have been around for a long, long time.

“I know you’re not religious in any way, but let’s look at their rules for a second,” she continued. “Let’s accept that religion was, and still is to some extent, a form of government and a way to control people, who were, at the beginning, illiterate and ignorant. If you tried to explain to them the scientific reasons why you should, for instance, leave a field fallow for a season rather than planting all your land all the time they wouldn’t get it, and more importantly wouldn’t do it. But if you told them that it was in deference to the rules of a supreme being, whose bounty they were reliant upon, most people just did it.

“How did they know the supreme being was there? They had ample proof. The sun came up, the rains came, and when he was angry there was thunder and lightning. All things we can explain with science but remember this started so long ago. Anything that couldn’t be explained was attributed to the supreme being, and so control was established.

“Then the religious leaders just started to make up rules. Partly because they were sensible, like not eating meat from certain animals, because back then that meat was often tainted and caused illness. Again, not easy to explain to the illiterate masses but, hey, God says so – and no problem.

“At some point it was discovered that if people interbred, the offspring of those unions often had problems, weird and wonderful deformities, and diseases occurred. The masses put it down to being cursed, but those with more learning realised what was going on. Again, rather than try to explain, they simply added the rule to their rulebook that incest is against God’s will. They didn’t differentiate between incest that could produce offspring and incest that couldn’t. That would have been complicated, I guess.

“We live in a more secular society these days, but anyone that tells you that the church has no bearing on our current legislation is kidding themselves. For the most part, a lot of the laws we have today, are based on those original rules as written in the religious texts. As science develops and certain assumptions are proven wrong, laws have been changed or repealed. There is huge resistance from the church every time one of their ‘rules’ that was written into law is changed or repealed, because it marks another small loss of power for them.

“The laws on incest are there for a reason,” she said, “particularly between partners that can produce offspring. These days, if they tried to legislate differently for gay partners than heterosexual ones then there would be a huge discrimination lawsuit, because that is the society we live in, despite it being eminently sensible that two brothers, or two sisters, who get together are far less dangerous a combination that a brother-sister relationship.

“However, that is Norm society. Power users, for some reason, and perhaps it's how they come to have powers, have a much purer genome. To my knowledge, and as far as records can tell, there hasn’t been a single power user born with a genetic defect. We just don’t have the defective genes that Norms do.

“To protect our lines, and our powers, it has been necessary for families to interbreed. What we have determined is that rather than making the bloodline weaker, as happened with the European royals, it made the lines stronger. While it's rare for brother-sister relationships, it tends to be cousins, its neither unheard or, nor frowned upon.”

“But we’re only half…”

“And the half that is not are from two completely different norm genetic lines.” She interrupted me. “Your common parent is a power user, with the pure genome. Both your parents came from powered genes, so your genome is pure. Her maternal genome is norm. There is no chance of any issues from what might be considered ‘inbreeding.’

“If you had kids together, and THEY decided to get together, I would probably recommend genetic screening, since they would both have a part of the norm genome. I’d still expect no issues, because I’d expect the power genome would remove any defective genes, but it would be a sensible precaution to take.”

I pondered this for a second, it made sense. That was one issue dealt with. But there was the other one.

“I’m also concerned,” I began, “that her feelings for me are not real, but are merely prompted by the fact that I rescued her from her previous life. In other words, she feels that she owes me something.”

Dianna shrugged. “And?”

I goggled at her.

“Caleb,” she said. “The person in danger here is not her, it’s you.”

“How do you figure?” I asked.

“Let’s run the scenario,” she explained. “Let’s say that Melanie feels that she owes you, and that is the reason she wants to sleep with you – to pay her debt. Then you’ll have sex a few times, she’ll consider her debt paid, and go away happy.

“You, however, will have fallen in love with her by then, if you haven’t already. So in reality it’s you that is in danger of getting hurt by that scenario – not her.”

“Well,” I said, “I’m not keen on that idea either.”

“You’re going to add her to your connection in any case,” said Dianna.

“I am?” I asked surprised.

“Aren’t you?” she said. “How are you going to protect her if she’s not connected to you?”

“She has her own powers,” I said. “She doesn’t need my protection.”

“So do the twins,” said Dianna.

“But I didn’t connect to the twins to protect them,” I argued. “I connected because I love them.”

“And don’t you love Melanie?” she asked.

“You’re talking around in circles,” I grumbled. “I connected to the twins because I was in love with them. Same with Jules and Ness. A side effect of that connection is that I can protect Jules and Ness – who do not have power, through the connection. Mary and Amanda don’t need that protection since they have power of their own.

“I hadn’t decided whether to connect Melanie, because to do so would intimate that she was joining our family, and there are still so many things that need to be determined before that happens. I want to be sure its what she wants. The girls have all said that they would be happy for her to join, and I really do have feelings for her. My upbringing tells me that what I am feeling for her is wrong, that I shouldn’t have these feelings for your own sister,” I scowled. “Thanks again Everson Council!”

Dianna laughed.

“They’re gone,” she said, “but their effect is going to be around for quite a while.”

“While we’re talking about this,” I said. “How do we do this? I don’t mean just Melanie, I mean how do we, I don’t know, legalize our relationship? Polygamy is illegal in the US, and I’d love to be able to give my girls some kind of wedding ceremony. It’s supposed to be every little girl’s dream, right?”

“Sexist,” she snapped at me with a grin.

I had to laugh at that.

“We can have a ceremony,” said Dianna. “And it can be officiated by one of the family elders, Maggie or I, or Matilda could do it. It would have absolutely no legal standing. However, we’ve not been idle in our time here, and yours is not the first multiple person relationship in the community. There are some ‘loopholes’ written into key laws specifically with us in mind. We use those, and simple legal concepts like power of attorney, to build a legal structure for your household.

“I think I already said that it’s not a good idea to have all four of your partners equal in the eyes of the law, in the event of a medical emergency for instance. The debate between them could paralyse decision making that could save your life. You are going to have to come up with a hierarchy. Personally, I’d leave it to the girls to work that out for themselves. They are sensible enough to figure it out.

“Don’t forget its not just for you. They need to do it for them too. Each of them needs to designate a next of kin and identify those they wish to have power of attorney over them in the case of medical emergency. It may be that Jules and Ness nominate each other, but I suspect all your girls will nominate you.

“It’s a discussion you need to have with them at some point. But going back to Melanie. What do you think you’re going to do?”

I looked at Dianna and shrugged.

“I have no idea,” I said wearily.

“Why not simply live it,” said Dianna, “and let it develop into whatever it is going to be. Give Melanie what she wants. Allow her to thank you, if that’s what she feels she needs to do. There are never guarantees with relationships Caleb. There are many marriages, happy marriages, out there that started out with some kind of rescue or other. People come together for all kinds of reasons.”

I nodded “I guess,” I said. I went to hand her the device back, but she shook her head.

“Keep it,” she said. “You’ll need it to remove Melanie’s amulet when It’s time. I’m glad to see that you are being sensible about that and waiting until her body is strong enough. The reason I didn’t give you that earlier was that I thought you might just go ahead and remove it because of your hatred of them.”

“She’s not ready yet,” I said. “And Maggie’s little game backfired. Melanie saw through her.”

Dianna laughed.

“You think?” she said. “Do you know what Maggie’s goal was then?”

“It was…” I began but then thought about it. I’d assumed it was a dig at me, to put me in the spot of someone who had to withhold something from someone for their own good. What else could her goal have been?

Then it clicked.

If Maggie assumed that Melanie would see through the play, it served a bigger purpose. To bring us, as siblings, closer together.

“She’s been doing this a long time,” said Dianna seeing my expression. “Don’t ever assume you know Maggie’s true motivation, for anything.”

She stood. “I need to get going,” she said. “Thanks for the lunch.” She leaned down and kissed my cheek before going into the house. I stayed seated, thinking over all that she’d said to me.

“Caleb?” I looked up, Jules was standing by the kitchen door.

“Hmm?”

“Can we move the bed out of my workshop?” she said. “It’s kind of obvious that Melanie isn’t going to use it.”

I smiled. “Sure,” I said standing up. “Let’s do that.”

We moved the bed out of Jules’ workshop, back into the attic. I could hear something going on in the street. When we were done, I went out on the front porch to see that there was a mobile tire van parked across the street. It seemed he was just finishing up replacing the valves on all of the tyres on Tom Pritchard’s car.

Pritchard was talking to the mechanic, apparently signing something. The mechanic got into his van and drove away. As he turned to go back into his house, Pritchard spotted me on my porch and glared at me. I grinned at him and waved.

He stomped into his house and slammed the door.

I went back into our house. Just before I closed the door, I heard the hiss, as all four valves once more leapt away from his tires.

Two hours later, there was a knock on our door. I opened it to find Debs and her partner Steve standing on the doorstep.

“Hey Debs,” I said. “What’s up?”

“Can we come in?” said Steve.

“Sure,” I said. allowing them in. They followed me into the living room where the girls were all sitting. Josh and Louise were out on the deck.

“We’ve had a complaint.”

“Mr. Pritchard again?”

Debs nodded.

“Apparently someone has vandalized his car.”

“Really?” I said “What, spray paint, keyed it, what?”

“Tore out all the valve stems of his tires.”

I laughed.

“Well – so that was why the tire guy was here,” I said. “Why’d he wait so long to complain? He got it fixed first and then complained?”

“No,” said Debs. “They did it again AFTER he’d had them fixed.”

I laughed again. “Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. So he’s pointing the finger at me? No surprise there. I don’t suppose he has any evidence, pictures of any of us doing anything, or is he just mudslinging again?”

“He has nothing” she said. “But you have security cameras. You mind if we take a look?”

“If it wasn’t you,” I said, “I’d say no. but since It is you, then sure.”

I got Jules to cue up the video of the front porch, from the time the tire guy was at Pritchard’s house. I appeared on the porch and then went in the house. Jules fast forwarded the footage showing that nobody had left the house. The next figures on the porch were Debs and Steve.

Then I had an idea.

“Jules. Go back to just as I went in the house. Crank up the volume. I’m sure I heard something.”

Jules did as requested, and sure enough, just as I closed the door, a distinct hiss was heard on the footage.

“Well, that sounds to me like air escaping from tires,” I said, “but you can clearly see it's not me. You think he’s doing it himself, to give him something to complain about?”

“Looks that way,” said Steve. “I think we need to go and have another word with Mr. Pritchard.

“Thanks Caleb. We’ll enter it as another malicious call and give him another warning. Again, we can’t prove he did it himself since all we have is a hiss that could be anything. You think you could turn one of your cameras on his house?”

“What, and get reported for illegal recording?” I asked. “I know the first amendment says I can record, but if I point a camera at his house, he’ll claim I’m trying to look through his windows or something. I don’t need that kind of noise.”

“Good point,” said Debs. “Thanks for showing us the footage anyway. It's obvious there’s something wrong with that guy. Leave it with us.”

“No problem,” I said. “It was good to see you again.”

I showed Debs and Steve out, returning to the living room to be met with a set of grins.

“You know,” said Mary. “I didn’t know you could be quite so devious.”

“Me neither,” said Jules. “Getting them to think it was Pritchard himself doing it was a stroke of genius.”

The tire guy had just left for a second time when I went to bed. I looked out of the window. Pritchard was doing something in his window. I looked closer and realised he was setting up a small video camera, to watch his yard. I grinned.

When I got up the next morning, I once again looked out of my window. I could see the camera, little red light flashing sitting on the window ledge inside the window.  I reached out with my TK and gently pulled the power cord from the device. The red light went out.

I couldn’t hear the hiss as he tires went flat once more. I decided to do my exercise in the yard for this morning.

Just before eight there was a pounding on my door.

I opened it to find a very irate Tom Pritchard standing there.

“I know it’s you,” he yelled. As soon as I opened the door. “I know it’s you and I’m going to prove it.”

“I’m sorry?” I said. “What’s me and what are you going to prove?”

“You did it again” he said. “This is three times now. You’ve vandalized my car. Not to mention getting it towed illegally.”

“Illegal towing?” I said. “I’d be careful about talking too loudly about that. You see I have video of you illegally posting no parking signs up and down the street that morning. I guess you called the towing company and did some sort of deal with them to tow away cars of guests from my party.

“My bet is that when the tow truck driver got here and nearly got arrested, he decided to get his revenge and tow your car. Sorry to disappoint you, but it had nothing to do with me. So, unless you have something called proof, I’m going to ask you to get off my porch and stop harassing me. This is the last warning. Next time I will go for a restraining order against you.”

“I’m going to catch you,” he swore, “And when I do – you’re going to Jail.”

“You’ve been asked to leave,” I said. “I won’t ask again.”

He turned and stomped off the porch.

I was about to close the door when I saw Marcia’s truck pull up. She got out and moved to the back, getting her tools out before heading up to the house.

“Morning,” I said. She smiled at me.

“Good morning,” she said. She looked tired.

“Good weekend?” I asked expecting her to say she was partying all weekend.

“Not really,” she said. “But it’s over now. So, time to go to work.”

I made breakfast for everyone, Marcia included. I had a couple of hypnotherapy appointments at the range. As I was getting ready to leave, Melanie left the house.

“Where you going?” I asked.

“DMV,” she said. “I need to get registered and get my student learner permit. Then, I’m going to the bank. I’ll register at yours so it might be easier.”

“Don’t forget to tell them that you have two hundred and fifty thousand dollars to deposit once you get the account opened, and here.” I said pulling out my wallet. “You’ll need something to open the account with, and some bus fare.”

“Mary already gave me some money,” she said. “I have enough.”

“Oh,” I said, “okay then.”

“I’ll see you later,” she said leaning in to kiss my cheek. Then she walked off up the road, swinging her hips sassily. She was starting to fill out and her ass was turning into something worth watching.

I got in my truck and started to back out of the drive. I had to stop for a moment to allow the tire truck to pass, heading to Tom Pritchard’s house.

When I got to the range my first client was the Chinese guy again. I sent him off to sleep, and did one of my assignments, for a class that I’d never even set foot in so far. With impeccable timing, I just finished it as the session was due to end. I brought him out of his ‘trance,’ he transferred his fee across, and then he left.

I went back into the waiting area. Maddison and Alena were sitting there. Maddison looking solemn, Alina looking like she’d been hit by a Mack truck. Her nose looked like it had been broken and one of her eyes was swollen shut.

I gritted my teeth but pretended not to notice. I wasn’t going to wait any longer before doing something about this hostel.

I had thought for hours about what I could do to help, and realized that there wasn’t any all-encompassing solution. The girls that were in the hostel had been pulled into a bad situation, but as I’d said to Ness, I couldn’t help everyone. I was, however, going to help this one. Then I’d speak to Maggie about the hostel and what was going on there and, with any luck, she’d get INS involved and they would get shut down. What happened to the other girls there would be in the hands of the INS. If I tried to take all of them on personally, I’d be swamped.

My first priority though, was to find out what went on, and how she ended up looking like this.

It turned out, it was my fault.

Alina had gone back to the hostel, having forgotten about the hundred dollars she’d tried to give me, but I’d refused and left with her. I’d prompted her to forget so she wouldn’t insist on paying me.

It was only when she got back that she realized that she had it and was caught trying to hide the money. They beat her and took it anyway. She also got no food for three days, although Maddison had made sure she’d had enough to eat.

I was filled with a cold fury that was only tempered by the guilt I felt at causing the girl so much pain.

I went over her body with my Healing and set everything to resolving the injuries suffered. They were professionals it seemed. They knew how to inflict pain without doing enough damage to put their property out of action. I fixed her nose, with an audible crunch, and set that to healing too.

Everyone Alina worked with knew better than to report her assault. They’d all knew her circumstances, knew that the local beat cops were taking money from the Hostel for turning a blind eye, and knew that if they caused a fuss, they would be next. So, they kept quiet.

Then I once more examined the relationship between Alina and Maddison. I didn’t want to force anything on either of them if they didn’t really have feelings for one another. I saw memories of conversations they’d had, where Maddison had begged Alina to move in with her, and Alina, who had really really wanted to, had only refused because of her fear for Maddison’s safety.

A couple of small Compulsions later and Alina had decided that she would, indeed, move in with Maddison. In fact, she had nothing to go back to the hostel for. She would simply go home with Maddison and then build her life from there.

I was going to make sure that the hostel forgot all about her.

“So,” I said, having woken them up. “Today’s the big day?”

They looked at me, and then both smiled.

“Yes,” said Maddison as if continuing a conversation we’d been having. “Alina’s coming home with me.”

“Good for you,” I said. “I hope you have a good life together.”

After the pair left to go back to work. I went to have a look at the hostel.

I’d taken its location from Alina’s memory, along with memories of all the men and women who worked there.

When I arrived, I simply walked in the front door, freezing anyone and everyone I met inside. I needed time to figure things out. I found an ‘office’ type room with an older woman sitting inside at a desk.

She apparently had originally come to the US as an illegal, but had been here over ten years, and had managed to worm her way in with the gang. She was smart and she had made herself useful to the extent that she now ran the hostel and kept the girls, particularly the new girls, in line. It was she who had caught Alina with the money and had her beaten.

I wanted to hurt her in return but then Jeevan’s words echoed in my mind about whether what I was doing was helping or hurting. I sighed, knowing that I couldn’t do anything more than irritate this woman. I’d leave her to the INS but implanted a tiny Compulsion that any time she was questioned she would, without any hesitation, tell the full and complete truth about everything that she’d done.

I got her to open up her computer and remove all references to Alina before removing any memories of the girl from her mind.

I looked for information on others that ‘worked’ at the hostel, others who knew Alina, and the ones who’d actually beaten her. One was on the premises and I went to see him. I, once again, put the compulsion for truthfulness in his mind before removing all his memories of Alina. In a final fit of spite, I left him with a ring itch he would NEVER be able to get rid of.

There were two other men I needed to find, both of whom were involved not only in running the hostel, but also in some local protection that was going on. I caught up with them in one of the businesses that they were extorting.

Neither they nor the business owner knew I was there and, by the time I’d left, both had absolutely no memory of Alena, very itchy assholes, and a burning desire to go to the local precinct and confess all their sins to the captain there, including naming the police officers on their payroll.

I decided on my way back to the house, that I wasn’t going to involve Maggie or the FBI at all. The two guys’ confessions at the precinct should be enough to get the INS involved and the hostel shut down. And as far as anyone knew, it had nothing at all to do with me.

I contemplated seeing what I could do about getting Alina a Green Card but then decided that was something, again, that I should not get involved in. I’d gotten her away from the hostel, given her a head start, and I wasn’t going to interfere further. I guessed that maybe Maddison and she would get married and get her naturalized in that way.

When I got home, I found Melanie sitting in the living room, looking glum.

“Hey you” I said. “What’s up?”

I got my student driver’s permit,” she said, “but I couldn’t open a bank account.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“The bank refused,” she said. “They said I had no credit history. When I tried to explain about the two hundred and fifty thousand, the woman just laughed in my face and told me to leave before she called security.”

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go have a word.”

“But…”

I grinned at her.

She smiled at me, a little unsure, but got up anyway.

We got in my truck, and as we pulled out of the drive, I once again yanked all four valves from Pritchard’s tires.

When we arrived at the bank, I asked to see the manager.

“Can I ask what it’s about?” asked the receptionist.

“Yes,” I said. “I want to close my account.”

I handed her my card and she punched in the details. Since I’d not yet decided what to do with the money, I still had the five million, plus now nearly another eighty thousand in the account. Her eyes widened.

“One moment please,” she said, scurrying off and returning moments later.

“Please,” she said. “This way.”

We followed the woman through a security door, which she held open for us, and then into an office where a man stood waiting for us.

“Mr. Stott,” he said beaming as we entered. “George Perton, I’m the manager. Please have a seat. Would you care for coffee, or tea?”

“No, thank you,” I said, sitting. Melanie sat on the other chair in front of the desk.

“I have,” he continued, “been trying to get in touch with you about your account, to discuss perhaps doing something more profitable with your money, but Olivia tells me that you are wanting to close out your account. Might I ask why?”

“Because,” I said, “my sister came into your bank wanting to open an account and not only did you refuse her, your employee was rude to her and told her if she didn’t leave, security would be called.”

Perton’s face drained of color.

“I…” he began. “I don’t know what to say. This happened this morning?”

I looked at Melanie. “What time were you here?”

“About eleven thirty,” she said.

“Do you remember which window?” he asked.

Melanie looked at me for a moment and then said. “I think number four.”

Perton tapped on his keyboard for a moment.

“We have audio and video recording of every window. I would like to see what happened.”

He seemed to be skimming through some video before he nodded. “Here we are,” he said and apparently rewound a little before projecting the video to the screen on his wall.

There were two camera views, one showing the teller and one showing Melanie, just approaching the window. Melanie had an excited smile on her face that melted my heart. It reminded me in some ways of how Jules got when she was excited about something, like a little girl who’d just been offered ice cream.

“Good morning,” said the teller. “How can I help?”

“I’d like to open a bank account please,” said Melanie grinning.

She pushed all her ID and some cash toward the teller. The teller looked at her for a moment before picking up the documentation.

“I’m sorry,” the teller said. “We’re not able to open bank accounts for people like you.”

“Like me?” asked Melanie, her face falling.

“You have no credit history,” said the teller, who hadn’t even looked from what I could see. “I don’t know where you got the money, but we don’t do those kinds of accounts. Perhaps you should…”

“I have two hundred and fifty thousand dollars to deposit,” said Melanie looking upset, “once I get the account opened.”

The teller laughed. “And I’m dating Elon Musk,” she said, “and only come here for fun. Now please leave.”

“But,” said Melanie, “I need to…”

“If you don’t leave,” threatened the teller, “I’ll get security to remove you.”

Sadly, Melanie picked up her documentation and the hundred dollars, and turned to leave the bank. The teller fixed a smile on her face and called for the next customer.

He cut the video at that point.

“I don’t know what to say,” he said. “I can only apologize on behalf of the bank and myself. That is certainly not how we would expect our staff to treat customers, no matter who they are.”

I shrugged. “So now you know the reason,” I said. “May we continue with the account closure please?”

The manager looked at me.

“What would be enough?” he said.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Mr. Stott. You may be young, but you’re not innocent. You could quite easily have gone online, transferred your balance out and closed your account. You came down here with a purpose. I’m asking what would be enough for me to retain you as a customer. You want an account opened for your sister? Its done. An apology from the bank, from the teller concerned? Done. You want the teller reprimanded or fired?”

I looked at Melanie who shook her head. “I don’t want her fired,” she said, “but she needs to not be so judgemental about people. What would you have done if I’d come to you for an account? Imagine you’re her and you don’t know me or who my brother is. Would you have opened me an account?”

He looked uncomfortable for a moment but shook his head. “I’m sorry, but we wouldn’t. The bank has strict rules about credit scoring. The only reason I could open you an account is because of your brother here.”

“Even though she has such a large sum to deposit?” I asked.

He looked at me.

“She really has two hundred and fifty thousand?” he asked.

I placed the check, which I’d kept in my wallet, on his desk. He looked at it.

“You’re related to Mr. John Stott?” he asked.

“He’s our father,” I said. Perton went, if possible, even paler.

“Like I said,” said Perton, “I can only apologize and set up an account. If you feel that we’re no longer the place you wish to bank, then I’ll process your account closure and issue you a banker’s draft for your balance. It will be accepted in any bank.”

I looked at Melanie. “It’s up to you,” I said.

“I get,” she said, “that the bank has to have some kind of rules. But she never even checked, and she was rude to me. When I asked you if you would have opened the account, you didn’t insult me, you just told me the rules. You didn’t make them, I’m sure. But there was no call for her to look down her nose at me like she did and humiliate me in front of other people.”

“That is certainly not behavior we expect from our staff,” he said. “And I will be having words with the lady concerned.”

“How about,” I said, “if you get that lady in here, get her to open the account for my sister, and apologise. How would that be?”

I addressed the last to Melanie. She smiled a little and nodded.

Perton gave a small sigh of relief. Even though he’d tried not to show it, the loss of an account worth over five million would have been a blow, and he had no idea if we would then go on to tell our father about events which could lose him a corporate account worth significantly more.

He picked up his phone and punched a number.

“Mrs. Taylor,” he said, “please close your position and come to my office.”

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.

“Enter,” he shouted. The door opened and revealed the woman who I’d seen on the video.

“You wanted to…” she said but stopped on seeing Melanie.

“I’d like you to open an account for Miss Stott please.”

The teller looked from him, to Melanie, and then on to me.

“But…” she said. “She has no…”

“I’ll override,” he said. “Just open the account.”

He moved from his chair and indicated for her to sit and use his computer.

She sat, clearly not sure what was going on, and began asking Melanie the required questions. It took a few minutes and when she asked about an opening deposit, Melanie handed over the hundred dollars Mary had given her earlier.

She entered the deposit in and finally printed out some details and handed them to Melanie.

These are your account details. It will take a few days to be processed. A card will be sent out to your address in the next seven to ten days. A PIN will follow. You can use that to withdraw up to three hundred dollars from your account per day subject to funds.”

It was obvious from her expression: she never expected the account to have anywhere near three hundred dollars in.

“Once the account is active you will be able to manage it via the app on your phone. You will need to apply for the app access and, once again, that can take a few days to set up.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” she asked.

I handed Melanie the check from her father.

Melanie smiled. “Yes,” she said, “would you please deposit this into the account?”

+++++

Melanie was giggling like a schoolgirl as we walked back to my truck.

“Did you see her face,” she asked for about the tenth time, “when she looked at the check?”

I smiled at her, loving that she was so happy and excited.

When we got home the tire truck was once again at Pritchard’s house. As we pulled onto the drive, I saw Pritchard come stomping over toward me. I directed Melanie into the house and waited on the porch for him. I wanted to be in range of our security system so I had evidence of anything that he said or did.

“I know it’s you,” he said.

“What’s me?” I asked.

“It’s you that keeps vandalizing my car,” he said. “I know it’s you. I’m going to call the police.”

“You already did that,” I said, “several times, and each time for no reason at all. Look, I have no idea what you’re talking about. You keep reporting us for stuff that you are making up just because we wouldn’t join your illegal HOA. Even after you tried to blackmail me, I did nothing other than try to live my life and keep out of your way. But you’re really pushing me now. I’m not the only one on the street that you pissed off. Perhaps someone else has something to be angry with you for. Now for the last time, go away and leave me and my family alone.”

“Pah, family,” he said. “You have far too many people living with you. You’re running an illegal hostel. I’m going to report you.”

“You do what you have to do,” I said, “but for now, get off my property.”

He stood glaring at me, then turned, and stomped away.

I went into the house, grinning.

Marcia was standing in the rooms. She’d sealed off all the doors with plastic sheeting and most of the dust was contained.

I made her coffee and knocked on the wall beside the open door to let her know it was there. She waved in acknowledgment. Since she was wearing a suit, mask, and goggles, I couldn’t tell if she smiled.

I sat down in the living room to drink my coffee and Melanie crawled into my lap. She looked up at me, her blue eyes shining.

“Thank you,” she said. “You made everything better. Again.”

“It’s what big brothers are for,” I said. “To look after little sisters.”

The wrinkled her nose a little.

“I’m not sure,” she said, “that I’m altogether comfortable having you as my big brother.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” I said. “Why not?”

“Because,” she said, “it seems to be preventing me from doing what I want to do.”

“And what do you want to do?” I asked.

She reached up and kissed me. It was in no way a sisterly kiss. It was hungry and needy, full of passion and promise. She squirmed around in my lap, feeling my arousal harden beneath her as she finally ended up astride me and grinding her jeans covered crotch against me.

I heard a cough from the doorway and we broke apart. Marcia was standing there.

“I’ve done all I can do today,” she said. “I’ll be back in the morning.” She looked disgusted.

Melanie slid off my lap, blushing a little. I stood and walked across to Marcia.

“Okay,” I said. “We’ll see you for breakfast at eight?”

“I’ll be here at nine to start work,” she said as she walked to the door. “I wouldn’t want to cut into family time with your ‘sister.’” Her timing was impeccable. She spat out the word ‘sister’ as she closed the door firmly behind her. I sighed.

Melanie looked genuinely contrite.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I forgot she was here.”

“She,” I said, going over and pulling Melanie into a hug, “is a contractor, an employee, for a week or so more. You, however, are family. I don’t give a flying fuck what she thinks about what she just saw.”

“But what did you think about it?” she asked softly gazing up at me.

I leaned down, once more bringing our lips together, but only in a gentle kiss.

“I think,” I said when we parted, “that if I don’t stop now, I’m going to be late for my flying lesson.”

I grinned at her, and she pouted.

“I meant…” she said, and I placed my finger on her lips.

“I know exactly what you meant,” I said, “and I thought that it was wonderful. Thank you.”

She smiled shyly.

“So, you won’t mind if we do it some more?” she asked.

“I’m looking forward to it,” I said.

She stood up onto her tiptoes bringing her face to within millimetres of mine. So close that I felt her lips brush mine as she spoke.

“You better go,” she said, “or you’ll be late.”

She stepped back grinning. I laughed.

The girls were coming in through the door as I was leaving.

“Don’t wait for me to eat,” I said. “I’m going to be home about nine thirty.”

The flying ‘lesson’ went pretty much as I expected, with Danny watching me silently as I did the external preflight checks, even adding a couple not on the check sheet that Gerry had always thought worth doing.

He indicated for me to take the left seat and we flew for slightly over the three hours with him not touching the controls a single time. He asked me questions all the time we were flying and pointed out where some of the things I was doing made him think that I’d been a taught by a combat pilot rather than a civilian pilot. He said that it wasn’t necessarily wrong but, if I were to ever go for my commercial license, I’d need to do things slightly differently.

“Depending on who rates you for the G500 you might have to iron them out, although I’m getting the sense that it’s them who’s habits you’ve picked up.”

I grinned at him. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Fuck!” he said. “You learned to fly in a Gulfstream G500?”

“Nope,” I said. “I’m learning to fly in a Cirrus SR20.”

He laughed. “Whatever you say.”

He left me to bring us back to the airport and land the plane. Between us we got it all tied down and tucked up for the night.

“See you next week?” he asked, and I nodded.

When I got home, I found that Ness had saved me some dinner, it was keeping warm in the oven. She and Melanie came and sat with me while I ate. A few minutes later Amanda wandered in too.

“I hear that Marcia wasn’t impressed to catch you and Melanie together,” she said.

I shrugged. “Let me count the number of fucks I give,” I said.

“Even so,” she said, “she had no right. I’m going to have words with her in the morning.”

“Is it worth it?” I said. “The last thing we want is her walking off the job leaving it half done.”

“She won’t,” said Amanda.

I shrugged. “I’ll leave it with you,” I said. “But if you were hoping to get us all together sometime soon, I think your plan just hit one hell of a setback.”

She grinned. “We’ll see.”

I was interested to see what Amanda would say to Marcia the next day, but unfortunately wasn’t able to stick around to find out. I had hypnotherapy appointments all morning. Of the three appointments I had one new client. Sadly he didn’t know any languages, but he did know how to play the guitar. I toyed with the idea of taking that knowledge but reasoned that since playing a musical instrument was mostly muscle memory, I didn’t know how much I’d gain from doing so. In the end I decided against. The sessions did give me the opportunity to bring all of my outstanding schoolwork up to date though. I needed to consider what I was going to do my senior thesis on. I’d almost decided to do it on ethical issues and I wondered if I would get away with the subject that we’d discussed in class last semester: ‘The ethics of a superhero’. I grinned to myself as I thought it through. I’d have to discuss it with my professor after the next class he showed up for.

I had lunch and then went to the range for the hypnotherapy sessions I had there. When I arrived, my first client was waiting in the reception area. He was the big guy whom I had decided was over five hundred pounds. His mother hovered behind him. I pulled them both into an illusion just after he closed the door into my office. I saved power by making him stand through the entire session. I didn’t need the wear and tear on my chairs.

My last hypnotherapy session was at four and it was just after five that I left the range and headed for home. Marcia’s truck was still outside when I arrived. That surprised me as I thought that she would have left on the dot of five, given her attitude the previous day.

When I walked into the house there was a tension, more of an excitement, in the air. Ness and Jules appeared to be trying to suppress smiles, while Josh and Louise were openly grinning. Of Melanie and the twins there was no sign.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Going on?” asked Jules with forced innocence. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you all look like you’re up to something major,” I said. “Where’s Melanie, Mary and Amanda?”

“They’re waiting for you,” said Ness. “In your room.”

I quirked my eyebrow at them, and turned to go and see what was going on.

I looked into the spare rooms to see how Marcia was progressing but there was no sign of her. My suspicion rose.

When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was Melanie, and the twins, lying naked on the bed. They were apparently waiting for me.  It wasn’t until I stepped into the room that I noticed Marcia.

Marcia was knelt on the floor also naked, apart from a collar and a pair of handcuffs which kept her hands behind her. She was sitting on her feet in the traditional submissive pose with her head down. Her eyes were open, but they were fixed on the floor in front of her.

I looked at the girls on the bed. They were all three looking at me, a mix of mirth and lust on their faces.

“Marcia has something she wants to tell you,” said Amanda. “Don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Mistress,” intoned Marcia in a subdued tone.

I walked over to where she was kneeling, stopping a yard in front of her.

“Well?” I asked.

Without looking up, Marcia said. “This slut is sorry that she was rude to you yesterday,” she said. “She didn’t understand that, as the Master of the house, you could take anybody within, no matter who.”

“And now?” I asked.

“Mistress Amanda has educated this slut,” she said. “And she is ready to serve.”

“It was not just me that you were rude to,” I said. “Was it?”

“No, Master,” she responded.

“And have you apologised to Mistress Melanie yet?” I asked.

“No, Master,” she said. “This slut has not yet had the opportunity.”

I looked over at the bed and saw all three girls watching me. Melanie, although still skinny, was starting to show her curves again. Her breasts that had been almost non-existent had filled out to almost a B cup. Her legs now had some shape, and I could see the gentle curve of her hip that promised that her ass was catching up as well.

I was surprised to note that she, unlike the twins who maintained ‘landing strips’, was shaved completely smooth. Even from here I could see she was aroused, her labia were swollen, and her clit standing up even now peeking out from under its hood. Her pussy shone wet with need.

I pushed a little TK into the cuffs, releasing Marcia’s hands.

Go and beg Mistress Melanie’s forgiveness. I suspect there’s a penance to be paid there.

She started to rise but I stopped her.

“Crawl,” I said.

Keeping her eyes down, Marcia moved to her hands and knees and slowly began to crawl toward the bed where Melanie and the girls were waiting for her.

That, of course, gave me the perfect opportunity to watch her pert, muscular, and perfect ass as she moved. I noted that both cheeks were red, and I saw a suspicion of handprints. I guessed Amanda had been dealing out some discipline. I also noticed that her pussy was dripping juices down her leg as she moved.

“Continue until I return,” I said, moving into the bathroom, and stripping off for a shower.

I took my time in the shower, luxuriating in the hot water, then dried myself off and walked back into the bedroom.

Melanie was on her back in the middle of the bed, Marcia laid between her legs. Marcia’s mouth was fastened on Melanie’s pussy and, although I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing with her hands, I could see the effect it was having on Melanie. She’d obviously already come at least once although when I looked at Amanda, she held up three fingers. Just then Melanie arched her back and cried out in release again. Amanda held up a fourth finger.

“Enough,” I said and after a moment, almost reluctantly, Marcia pulled back and slid off the bed onto the floor, once again assuming the sub position on her knees, her butt on her feet, and her hands behind her back. She kept her eyes lowered, but she couldn’t stop the small smile that played around her lips.

I walked over to her. I could see that she wanted to look up, to meet my gaze, but she dared not.

She wanted to see me. She’d caught a glimpse of me naked as she’d climbed off the bed but hadn’t really had a chance to see my cock. She wondered what I would do next. She expected that I’d force myself into her mouth and down her throat. She wondered if I’d make her swallow my cum. Her one and only boyfriend, that had lasted just a week, had done that to her. He’d tried to dominate her in the bedroom, but she’d been too strong for him and, rather than being able to become more assertive and retake control, he’d become violent and beaten and raped her. She’d hated men ever since. The only reason that she was even where she was now was because of Amanda, who had completely dominated her.

Amanda was her mistress and I was Amanda’s master, ergo she must submit to me. She wasn’t sure where Melanie fitted into the hierarchy, but since I’d ordered her to ‘apologise’ to Mistress Melanie, she had done as ordered. The assumption that she, Marcia, was the lowest one in the pecking order had been made.

“Look at me,” I said, surprising her.

She looked up, slowly, hesitantly, running her eyes slowly up my body.

I saw her pupils dilate as she gazed at me. Despite her hatred of men it wasn’t their bodies that she was averse to. It appeared that my body appealed to her.

“Mistress Amanda has already delivered her punishment,” I said, “and you have apologised to Mistress Melanie. Are you ready for my punishment?”

She looked me in the eyes. For a moment I saw a spark of defiance, but then her eyes dropped and she nodded. “Yes, Master,” she said.

“Then lie on the bed,” I said, “between the girls.”

She looked puzzled for a second but then did as I bade her to.

“You will not cum,” I said, “until I allow you to. Do you understand?”

She looked at me and nodded. “Yes master,” she said.

I looked at Mary, Amanda and Melanie. And inclined my head.

They descended on Marcia like a pack of wolves. Mary captured her mouth in a hard deep kiss, while Melanie began kissing and licking at her tits teasing and tweaking her nipples. Amanda, who had started on the other breast, worked her way down Marcia’s body kissing and licking at her flesh until she reached her pussy, repositioning so she was laid between the older woman’s legs, and she began to feast.

Marcia gripped the sheets of the bed on both sides of her as sensations she couldn’t control ran through her body. I could feel her building rapidly toward her climax, trying to control it, trying to hold it back. Melanie was almost chewing on the one nipple whilst twisting and pinching the other, pulling her tits out into sharp cones. Marcia was loving the almost painful stimulus.

Mary had decided to break the kiss and had repositioned herself so she was squatting over Marcia’s face. She had hold of the back of her head and was pulling Marcia’s face into her pussy. Riding it while forcing her to feast on her luscious wetness.

Marcia was losing control now. The climax that she was trying so hard to deny herself was building up and she knew that there was no way that she’d able to stop it. She tried diverting herself, thinking of other things, but there was no denying her body, the delicious pussy that she was feasting upon, and the mouth and hands creating amazing feelings on her breasts. Amanda’s tongue on her clit and fingers masterfully stroking her G-spot.

I saw Amanda’s other hand sneaking up and knew exactly where that was going. I waited for the moment, for the second, that Amanda struck. I felt the surge of sensation Marcia was about to hit her peak and then I stole her orgasm away. Completely. It was gone.

I felt the confusion from her. She’d been on the very brink of release, just about to cum, and cum hard, and now it was as if they had only just started. She felt her climax begin to build again, the ministrations of the three girls building her up towards orgasm. She built quicker this time, feeling everything that the girls were doing to her. She wondered when, and even if, I was going to get involved.

Mary, in the meantime, came filling Marcia’s mouth with her girlcum which the older woman drank down greedily. Mary climbed off her and switched places with Melanie, who knelt over Marcia’s face. Amanda, who had a sympathetic orgasm when Mary came, returned to her ministrations of Marcia’s pussy, licking and biting gently at her clit as she worked three fingers into her, massaging her inner walls once more bringing her toward her peak.

Mary had settled beside Marcia and was gently massaging her abdomen as well as sucking on her breasts alternating one to the other. She pressed down just above Marcia’s pubic bone and I felt Marcia twitch and then clench ready for the release that she’d been denied earlier. My instruction that she was not to cum was forgotten in the near orgasmic haze.

Once more she hit the very precipice of her climax, tensing her body ready to feel the release, and once more I robbed it away from her. Leaving her with nothing. She sobbed into Melanie’s pussy, confused and frustrated.

I lay down beside her and whispered in her ear.

“I said ‘no’,” I reminded her. “You cannot cum until I say so. Do you understand?”

Her eyes, that had been closed, opened and she looked at me. There was some fear but there was also some pleading there. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. She was building up to another orgasm and knew now that I wouldn’t allow it, no matter what the girls did to her.

Three more times the girls brought her right to the edge of orgasm. Melanie came on her face, and then swapped out with Mary, who took Amanda’s place, while Amanda rode Marcia’s face, predictably making the older woman rim her to a very noisy orgasm which Mary, lying between Marcia’s legs and feasting on her pussy, also enjoyed.

After I’d prevented her reaching orgasm for a fifth time, I pulled the girls off her.

She lay in the middle of the bed panting and looking up at me fearfully.

I was standing at the foot of the bed, having just watched nearly forty minutes of intense lesbian action. My cock was at full attention, throbbing in time with my heartbeat, and gushing precum like a faucet.

Marcia looked at me, her eyes roving up and down my body. I saw in her aura something I’d never seen when she looked at me before. Lust.

I stalked toward the bed.

“Are you ready?” I asked her.

I saw her shiver, need becoming evident in her eyes as well as her aura.

She thought I was going to pound her, to brutalize her, to force myself into her. Part of her wanted that, wanted the release that she thought would come. But another part of her was scared. She’d only even had one man inside her before, and he’d badly hurt her. What’s more that man had been smaller than even my modest six and a half inches.

It amused me how accurate her estimate of size was, I guessed a job where she estimated sizes for a living, had its advantages.

“Open for me,” I demanded and almost without thinking, she spread her legs bringing her knees up to her chest and invited me to mount her.

I crawled up the bed covering her body with mine. She tensed. She didn’t even use dildo’s in her lovemaking. She’d hated the feeling of anything bigger than fingers inside her. It always reminded her of what he’d done to her.

Now I was over her, my face inches from hers, my cock resting on her mound.

I drew back slightly allowing my glans to slip down, feeling it rub over her clit making her jump a little. It slid further down slipping easily between her lower lips, her wetness lubricating it, joining with the precum that was leaking from me and bathing her pussy in slick wetness.

I moved forward very slightly, and my head lodged in her opening. I felt her tense and I brought my hand up and stroked her hair.

“Hush,” I said, gently. “I won’t hurt you. I look after my possessions.”

She looked at me, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

“Please,” she said.

I don’t know what she was asking for, because she didn’t know what she was asking for.

Gently, I moved forward, slipped my cock between her lower lips, and pushed the first inch of it through her opening.

She tensed but I stayed still, not moving, and allowed her to become accustomed to me inside her. My cock, of course, was still drooling. I wondered if she could feel it.

It took a minute for her to relax and, when she did, I gently pulled back slightly.

“Nooo...” she complained almost reflexively, and I pushed forward again, back to where I was, and just a little further.

She sighed as she felt me move inside her, her fear slowly dissipating as the feelings I was generating were of pleasure and not pain. It was like taking her virginity all over again, but this girl had been brutalized and I needed to be so careful, so gentle, with her.

I deliberately didn’t use my Empathy on her. I knew she’d feel it and recognise it for what it was. I started to move regularly now. Gentle thrusts pulling back and slowly and carefully pushing forward, each time a minuscule amount further, pushing deeper inside her. She was tight, and hot, but she was also drenched meaning that, despite her tightness, I slid in and out of her with ease.

She closed her eyes, the feeling of me moving inside her starting her build, once more.

“Look at me,” I said quietly, but firmly, and she opened her eyes again, gazing straight into mine.

I sped up slightly pressing a little deeper with each thrust, almost three quarters of my length buried inside her, her fluids coating me, making me slick.

I kept my gaze locked onto hers as I sped up further, pushing deeper and harder into her, feeling that she was relaxed and ready for me to take her to the limits of her endurance, to claim her, to show her what it felt like when a man took her. Not violently, but firmly. Not with force and spite, but with dominance and love.

I was pushing my full length inside her with each stroke, unconsciously her legs had wrapped around my waist, she was pulling me in, begging me to drive deeper into her, to push harder. I could feel her little button pressing into me at the crest of each thrust and she started to make ‘oh oh’ noises as I slid into her. Her arms came up, surrounding me, her hands on my back, then sliding down onto my ass where they joined her legs in the effort to pull me deeper inside.

She looked confused, as if not sure of what was going on, scared of what was going to happen as the orgasm that she’d been denied rushed up to meet her.

For my part, I was pounding into her, ramming my cock as hard as I could into her tight wetness, hearing the squelching sound as I gave her what she needed. I could feel my own orgasm rising, my balls tightening, and I tensed causing my cock to swell even more inside her. I knew she’d feel it, the  feeling of me spreading her even further apart, as I relished the sensation of each bump and ridge inside of her dragging over my rigid flesh.

I could feel my orgasm fast approaching, but hers was even nearer. I decided I’d hold hers back, wanting us to cum together, for her to reach her release as she felt me reach mine, and I did so. She mewled suddenly kissing me, claiming my mouth with hers, searching for the final stimulation that would push her over the edge, to give her the release that she’d been denied for so long.

That kiss, that desperate, needy kiss was enough to tip me over the edge and I thrust myself as deep inside of her as I could reach, feeling my cock spasming as it delivered its payload of thick creamy spunk deep inside of her.

As I hit my orgasm, I released hers.

Her eyes went wide for a moment, and she released my mouth drawing in a deep breath to shriek her release, all of the pent up frustration bursting out of her as her orgasm hit her like a tsunami. Her back arched as her legs clamped even tighter around me trapping me deep inside her as I continued to pump out my own climax into her depths. I felt stinging as her hands clawed at my back gouging the flesh there but the pain, rather than distracting me from my orgasm, only intensified it causing me to buck forward even harder, impossibly pushing even deeper inside her as my cock throbbed out another spurt of cum.

Marcia was rigid, her body locked almost into rigor as she rode out the five orgasms I’d denied her, in addition to her current one. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, and she was bucking and panting as her climaxes claimed her.

Eventually we both finished and I held her, stroking her hair gently as she came down, her pussy still spasming and pulsing around me with aftershocks that jolted through her. Her legs relaxed, releasing me and fell to the bed. Her arms likewise fell limply to her sides, and she lay, panting beneath me.

Finally, I slipped out of her. She jumped slightly and then her eyes focused on me. I could see tears in their corners, but before she could do, or say anything I leaned forward, and placing my lips to her ear I said, “apology accepted.”