Author’s Note.

Well – here we are – 60 chapters and goodness knows how many words.

Once again, I wonder should I be finishing this part of the tale up and thinking about starting the next part, with Caleb graduating and joining the FBI? That was certainly my intention, but things just keep getting in the way.

As always, my thanks go to Dr Mark for his amazing editing and help and advice, to TheSwiss for managing the discord, my supporters on Patreon and to all those that have stuck with me thus far.

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Caleb 60 – Sisters

Cast list – (as suggested by Theswiss)

Caleb, Jules, Ness, Mary, Amanda, Gracie, Dana, Josh, Louise, Dean Cheryl – if you don’t know who these people are by now – What the actual fuck?

Melanie – Caleb’s half-sister – he found her on the street outside a diner.

Sarah – Caleb’s other half-sister. 18 years old just finished school.

E (Ephraim) – Caleb’s half-brother 20 years old and at PCC (NOT PSU)

Brian and Carrie – Sarah’s parents.

Edgar – Sarah’s little brother.

Connie – E’s girlfriend.

Tom Pritchard – HOA Nazi Neighbour.

Gerry the Gulfstream Pilot

Arnie, Son of Danny the flight school owner – Arnie is 17, just shy of his 18^th birthday.

Dianna – The twins’ grandmother – you should know this.

Maggie Caleb’s great great grandmother – weren’t you paying attention?

John – Caleb’s uncle – who turned out to be his biological father.

Brian, Sarah’s dad, looked at me, a mix of fear and anger in his eyes.

“What did you do?” he asked, angrily.

I ignored him for the moment, and Compelled Sarah into sleep. I had no idea what was going on, but whatever it was, having her screaming the place down, wasn’t helping. I had visions of a SWAT team raid on our house called in by Pricktard. Any excuse!

Sarah slumped back, her eyes closed.

“What did you do?” asked Brian again, getting more agitated.

“I sent her to sleep,” I said. “I don’t know what happened, and until I do, she’s best off out of it. Give me a moment to check her over and find out what happened.”

He glared at me for a moment, but Carrie slid her arm around his waist. “Brian,” she said. “This wasn’t Caleb. You saw him do exactly the same to Sarah as he did to E and Melanie. This has something to do with her powers. Let him figure it out.”

Brian looked at Carrie, and then nodded reluctantly.

Since she was asleep, I couldn’t really ask Sarah what the problem was, so instead, I took her memories of the last few minutes. It took me a second to assimilate them, and I winced.

“No wonder,” I said. Brian and Carrie both looked at me, nervously.

“What?” asked Brian.

“It seems,” I said, “that Sarah is a Telepath. Or at least that’s one of her powers. I suspect she’ll have Compulsion as well, but we’ll figure that out later. She’s quite a sensitive one too by the look of things. Imagine suddenly being dropped in the middle of the stadium on the day of the Super Bowl. Imagine the noise. My Telepathy isn’t as powerful as hers seems to be, but if I drop my shielding, I can hear people from up to a half mile away. She just got overwhelmed is all.

“Now I know the problem, I’ll show her how to block them out, so she won’t hear them.”

I figured the easiest way to do that, would be to simply give her the memories of how I’d managed to block out all the extraneous minds. My Telepathy had come on slowly, and so I’d had the opportunity to figure things out. I shuddered to think how I would have coped had what happened to her, happened to me.

Once I’d given her the knowledge I sat beside her on the lawn chair, taking both her hands in mine.

“I’m going to wake her now,” I said.

I released my Compulsion and her eyes opened. Immediately they widened and I saw panic start to spread once again as the noise assaulted her.

“Sarah,” I said firmly. “Block it out. You know how, just quiet them down.”

I saw her open her mouth to say she didn’t know how, but then the realization hit that she did, and I saw the relief in her face as she put her blocks in place and her mind was quiet again.

She took a shuddering breath. “That was awful,” she said. “Who were all those people? I could hear screams, shouts, people talking muttering and mumbling. It was like I was being haunted.”

“Well,” I said, “it seems that you have Telepathy, and you are quite strong with it too. What you were hearing was everybody, I guess, within about half to three quarters of a mile radius. Not their deepest thoughts, but their surface thoughts. Do you remember me saying that people are shouting out their immediate thoughts all the time?”

She nodded.

I shrugged. “You just needed to learn how to block them out,” I said. “I’m sorry I had to Compel you, but I didn’t know what was going on and I thought the kindest thing to do would be to let you sleep until I figured it out.”

“And how did I know how to block them out?” she asked. “I’d never have figured that out, not with all the noise.”

“I gave you the knowledge,” I said. “Then when you woke, and needed it, it was there for you. Now we know that you have Telepathy, shall we see if you have Compulsion as well?”

She bit her lip for a moment and then looked at Louise.

“Is it okay?” she asked.

“Sure,” Louise said, smiling warmly at her.

“What do I do?” she asked me.

“Just concentrate on Louise,” I said, “and think of what you’d like her to do.”

Sarah’s forehead creased and after a moment, Louise stood and went into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a glass of water. She handed it to Sarah.

“Thank you,” Sarah said, taking a grateful sip.

“How did that feel?” I asked her.

“Kind of weird,” she said. “It kind of made me feel… powerful.”

“And there’s the lure of the powers,” I told her. “You can see how easy it would be to get into the habit of abusing them, of abusing those around you. Like I said to E and Melanie, try not to get stressed over the next couple of days, and not to lose your temper. We know you have two powers, let’s see if you develop any others.

“Now, let’s take a break for a while. I, for one, need a drink.”

I left Sarah on the lawn chair, with her parents, and went into the kitchen.

“Will you be showing us how to use our powers like you did Sarah?” asked Melanie, who’d followed me in.

“Some,” I replied, “but not all. Your powers, and how they work for you, may be different than how mine work for me. I’m what Jeevan calls ‘a dreamer’ which means I imagine an outcome and my powers do the figuring out how. Other people use their powers differently. If I just dumped my memories into you about how I used my powers, it might confuse you, and make it that you have to work harder trying to unlearn the knowledge I gave you. Also, we don’t know you have the same powers as me. Since I don’t have PK or CK, I can’t really show you my memories of using them, if indeed those are two of your powers.

“Finally, having the knowledge is not the full picture. You still have to train with them. For example, I could give you the memories of a world champion power lifter, and you could know the technique for lifting heavy weights. No doubt your capacity to lift would be improved, but you still wouldn’t be able to lift very heavy weights until you trained your body.”

Melanie nodded. “That makes sense.”

“I also think you should start to learn a martial art, like I did,” I said to her. “It helps to discipline your mind, and also gives you options other than using your powers. Remember we are watched closely and almost any use of our powers, particularly Compulsion, will be challenged.”

“Okay,” she said. “Will you teach me?”

“To start with,” I said. “But I think it would be good for you to go to Kevin’s Dojo too.”

The kitchen door opened, and Brian walked in. Melanie looked at him and smiled. “I’ll see you back out there,” she said to me, before going back into the yard, closing the door behind her.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” Brian said without preamble. “I saw Sarah in distress and…”

“And you acted as any dad would,” I said smiling at him. “It’s perfectly understandable. Everyone is concentrating on the new power users, on Melanie, E and Sarah; but few are thinking about how this is affecting those around them. It’s a completely different world, that you have to get used to. Everything you knew about life, all your rules, morals and norms are being, or are about to be turned upside down. When did you find out about powers?”

“Carrie told me about them before we got married,” he said. “She wanted me to know what I was taking on with Sarah. Sarah was just under a year old when Carrie and I met. I’d just mustered out and believe it or not we met in a Wal-Mart. Sarah was bawling for some reason and Carrie was trying to calm her, while getting her groceries, and she looked frazzled.

“She’d dropped something on the floor and was trying to soothe the baby, and pick up whatever it was she’d dropped. I asked if she needed any help, thinking she’d ask me to pick up the dropped stuff, but instead she just thrust Sarah at me and said ‘Hold her for a minute.’

“Sarah was stunned into silence at being given to a complete stranger, and she just stared at me. That was when I fell in love, with Sarah. When it was time for her to go back to her mother, she didn’t want to. She cried and cried and so I ended up following Carrie around, while she shopped, carrying Sarah. Sarah eventually fell asleep in my arms, and I was able to load her into her baby seat in Carrie’s car. Since I’d not been able to do any of my own shopping while I was there, Carrie invited me to have dinner with them… and you can guess the rest.

“When things started getting serious between Carrie and I, she told me about John, about powers and how Sarah would probably have them. She showed me Sarah’s ‘birthmark’ and told me what it was. I was also visited by Maggie, who explained things more fully and warned me what would happen if I were to tell anyone about powers and power users.

“To be honest, I’ve been dreading her twenty-first for years. I’ve been scared that coming into her powers will change her, and I’ll lose my baby girl.”

I shook my head. “Judging by what I saw from Sarah, that’s never going to happen,” I told him. “She loves you more than I think you realize, and she would be devastated if your opinion of her were to change because of what her powers are going to make of her.”

“Dean told me about what you did,” he said suddenly.

I smiled a little wryly. “Which part?” I asked. “Dean and I have been through a lot.”

“He told me how you saved both his girls,” he said. “He told me how you wouldn’t entertain Ness until she was of age, despite her ‘advances.’ He told me that you were a good man, who he’s entrusted his daughters to, without a moment’s hesitation.”

“For a while,” I told him, “my relationship with my own parents went through a rocky stage. Dean and Cheryl became like my second parents, closer even. Even now that my Mom and Dad and I are back to where we were, Dean, Cheryl and I are still very very close, and they both seem to have adopted the twins as well, and they will, no doubt, take on Melanie, although they only met her yesterday.

“I will look out for Sarah, whether she lives here or not. I’ll train her as much as I can, and where I can’t personally train her, if she has powers I don’t, I’ll find someone who can. That’s always assuming that you don’t tell me to stay away.”

“And if I do?” he asked.

“Then neither she nor you will ever see me again,” I said. “Dean is going to organize his accountant to pay her tuition and we can discuss her expenses and allowance before you go. I’ll have to hand her off to Maggie for her to organize training for her powers, and also for her supervision.”

“You’d do that?” he asked.

I shrugged. “If that’s what SHE wants,” I said. “Then yes. Your opinion is important, but not as important as hers. No doubt she will be guided by you though.”

“The thing is,” he said, “I don’t think that is what she wants. She’s excited to get to know you, and has talked about nothing other than moving in here to start school. She even made an appointment with the dean at PSU for Monday to talk to him about starting there. Will knowing you help or hinder her application?”

“Help,” I said. “I hope. The dean knows who I am. As does the Student Counsellor. I’ve helped her out with a couple of patients, with my ‘Hypnosis’. Perhaps that’s something Sarah could continue to do – to earn herself some spending money, if she wants. Not that she needs to, but it would be a good way to train both her Compulsion and her Telepathy, which is why I started doing it in the first place.

“I’ll likely get Melanie involved too.”

“What about E?” he asked.

“He could,” I said. “But you need something more than Compulsion to be really effective. We’re going to have to find other ways for him to train his Compulsion, if it turns out to be his only power.”

“Why is all this falling on your shoulders?” he asked. “Surely it’s up to the…” he paused trying to remember “…the council?”

“For E,” I said. “You are right. He was due to have his amulet removed in no more than a month in any case. They would have had to take him on. Melanie and Sarah, though, are different. Melanie wouldn’t have had hers removed until next year, and Sarah another three years. I kicked up such a fuss about the amulets and being lied to all my life – that the council decided to stop using them, and Maggie told me I could take Sarah’s amulet off, but that I would then be responsible for her.”

“And didn’t you think that we should have been consulted about it?” he asked.

“Sorry,” I said, “but no. As Norms you have no idea what it’s like to have powers, to have to live with them, to have to come to terms with the fact that everything you’ve been brought up to believe, all your morals and ethics, do not really apply to you. You get hit with this at exactly the same time as you get your powers.

“This was an archaic system put in place by a family who started out with good intentions, wishing to protect Norm society from being abused by those with power, but as they say; ‘the road to hell…’

“In the end it was just about control. For them to keep control of us. That control is no more. And now ALL power users in the bloodline are having their amulets removed, and are being taught about their powers, and what they mean to them. No other bloodline in the US, or in the world even, used such devices. They were, and are, an abuse.

“How upset was Sarah that she didn’t get into PSU?” I asked.

“Devastated,” he said. “She worked so hard.”

“And how much responsibility does the amulet bear for her not making it?” I said. “Up until mine was removed my GPA was a solid 3.4 and I worked my ass off. Now I’m cruising and my GPA is 4.0. I’ll grant that I have figured out how to use my powers to help, but that only just assists with memory. My comprehension, logic, and problem solving are improved incredibly by not having that mental anchor weighing me down.

“You wait, I’ll guarantee that if she puts half the work in that she did in school, her scores will rocket.”

He sighed. “I suppose you are right,” he said. “Although, from this angle you seem to have taken a decision about Sarah that perhaps was not yours to make, you were fighting a larger battle that needed to be fought.”

“Let me ask you,” I said. “I guess they told you about the amulet, about how it was necessary to keep both you and Sarah safe until she was able to control her powers. Did they tell you that it would affect her otherwise, make it difficult for her at school, cause her to have to work much harder to achieve less?”

He shook his head.

“I’d have been dead against it,” he said. “She was already wearing it when I met her. It seemed a reasonable precaution.”

“And I’ll bet they didn’t tell you about the oath either?” I asked.

“They did say,” he said, “that there was a traditional oath to swear to the council when she reached twenty-one. “

“Not exactly an oath,” I said. “Or at least it wasn’t.” I went on to explain the nature of the old oath and the binding. He looked sick.

“They were going to do that to her?” he asked.

“They’ve been doing it to us for generations,” I said. “I managed to end it.”

“Why you?” he asked. “What makes you so special?”

I shrugged. “I can’t answer that,” I said. “They tell me that I am the most powerful user that they’ve ever seen, although I don’t have a full set of powers, I’m still more powerful, even than those who do. My amulet failed before they were ready, and I came into my powers early. Because of this I had time to figure stuff out. If it hadn’t, I’d likely have been bullied into taking the oath as they took off my amulet and I’d be as much a slave as all the others.

“Fortunately for me, the amulet failed, and I had time to discover my powers, and consider what was going on and what I was going to do about it. By the time I was twenty-one, I’d found out what the oath was, and there was no way in hell I was going to accept that.”

“I don’t blame you,” he said.

“So,” I asked. “Is Sarah moving in?”

He sighed. “Every instinct is screaming at me to keep her as far away from you, and this place, as possible,” he said. “Yet if half of what Dean says about you is true, then I can’t think of anywhere, other than at home, that she’d be safer than with you. I could issue all the usual – ‘if you hurt my daughter’ – warnings, but there wouldn’t be any point. Again, if half of what Dean says about your powers is true, I doubt I’d be able to carry any of them through.”

“That didn’t stop Dean issuing the same threats,” I chuckled.

“He’s a jarhead,” he said. “They don’t care whether something is possible or not, if they decide to do it – they’ll go for it anyway.”

I laughed. “You might be right at that,” I said.

The back door opened, and Sarah came in. “Are you coming back out?” she asked us both. “We’re all waiting for you.”

Brian looked at me. “Did you get your drink?” he asked. I shook my head, and pulled a beer from the fridge.

“Want one?” I asked and he nodded.

I passed him a beer and grabbed an extra few just in case anyone else wanted more, then we went back out onto the deck. Dean and E both accepted fresh ones, everyone else declined. I left them on the table in case anyone changed their minds.

“Okay then,” I said to the three new power users. “The first thing you need to learn, is how to shield yourself…”

I’d decided that simply dropping knowledge into their heads was a bad idea. It would work for certain things, but there was a good reason why my trainer had chosen not to do that with me for everything, and had spent time training me the old fashioned way. I did suggest to all of them that they should learn a martial art, to help them with their mental discipline, and to Melanie and Sarah that they needed to work on their physical fitness. Neither was overweight or particularly unfit, but I knew just how hard using powers was on the body, and the fitter they were the easier it would go for them.

We worked until Ness asked me for assistance making dinner, and for a couple of hours after we had eaten and cleared up. By the time E, Connie, Sarah, and the rest of her family were ready to leave, they were all capable of building a reasonable shield. I hadn’t told them all of my secrets yet, but they would all be able to keep wilds out with no problems whatsoever. All they needed to do now was to practice, and ensure that they could keep them up, even when they were asleep. I also told them about playing a video game, and why. Sarah’s parents gave me a sceptical look but I ignored it.

“I’m going to speak to Maggie,” I said to E as he and Connie were preparing to leave. “I’m going to ask her about a trainer for you. I could do it but finding time when we are both available, especially since you live a little way away might be problematic. Since you were due to ‘emerge’ anyway around about now, there must have been some arrangements in the works for you.

He cocked his head to the side a little. “I thought that you were going to train me?” he said.

“I will help,” I said, “but there are other considerations too. If, as looks likely, your only power is Compulsion, then hanging around with a bunch of Empaths, might be uncomfortable for you, and Connie. I definitely want us to keep in touch, and be a part of each other’s lives, but I don’t want to cause you guys any issues with our lifestyle.”

Connie looked at me. “You think we’ll get sucked in?” she asked, E sniggered a little at the double entendre.

“Sadly,” I said, “yes. Our Empathy does have an effect on people around us, making them less inhibited and more likely to want to get intimate with us. It’s not something we can control, nor is it something irresistible, but it’s definitely there. I’m just concerned about your relationship with each other if something were to happen. E has power and can shield himself against it to some degree. You, Connie, don’t, and would be more vulnerable.

“I see,” he said. “Speak to Maggie then about my training, but at the same time, don’t be a stranger. I’d love to keep in touch with you, Sarah and Melanie.

“You have a very strange family dynamic,” said Connie looking up at me. “But they, you, are all really nice people. It would be a shame to lose touch.

There were handshakes, and waves and hugs for Sarah and Melanie from both E and Connie. Connie came and hugged me too.

“I feel it,” she said quietly as she embraced me. “You are definitely a dangerous man, Caleb Stott.”

I smiled at her gently as I disengaged and stepped back.

“Goodnight Connie,” I said as she slipped her arm around her boyfriend.

“So,” Sarah said after E and Connie had left “When can I move in?”

“That’s up to you,” I said. “Your dad says you have an appointment with the dean on Monday, I presume your mom and dad will be taking you to that?”

She nodded.

“Then let’s see what happens at that appointment.” I told her. “Once you have a start date for PSU we can arrange a time for you to get your stuff moved in. I could come over with my truck if all your stuff won’t fit in the car. What about your boyfriend?”

“My boyfriend?” she asked looking puzzled.

“Are you going to bring him over and introduce him?” I asked.

She pulled a face.

“Is it really bad that I hadn’t even thought about him through all of this?”

I laughed. “Not really,” I assured her. “There has been so much going on in your life. Does he even know that you are planning on going to PSU, or moving in here? Does he even know about powers?”

She shook her head.

“He’s on vacation with his folks, due back mid-week,” she said. “His folks are not overly keen on me. We were at school together, but he was always much brighter than me, and his parents don’t think I was good enough for him. Also, they are quite rich, so the poor dumb girl isn’t good enough for their little boy.”

“You’re not dumb,” I assured her. “You’ll see that when you start studying. As a Telepath I can show you a way to make sure that you remember anything and everything you ever read, see, hear or learn. I barely attend classes anymore, but I have a GPA of 4.0.”

“Can you come on Monday too?” she asked after a moment. “I’m scared that the Dean will look at my scores and tell me I’m not good enough to go to PSU.”

“What time is your appointment?” I asked.

“Eleven,” she replied, and I nodded.

“I’ll meet you outside his office,” I said, glancing meaningfully at Mary, who nodded. She’d have to rearrange one of my hypnotherapy appointments, but that wouldn’t be a problem.

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“I don’t get it,” said Ness as we were relaxing on the deck after Sarah and her family had left. She was sitting on my lap, with Jules, the twins were either side of me. Melanie was sitting on the deck, her back against my legs. Cheryl and Dean Josh and Louise were sitting with us. Gracie and Dana had retired to their room.

“What don’t you get?” I asked looking down at her.

“We all agree that John is an asshole, yes?” she said. I chuckled.

“Okay,” I said. “We’ll stipulate that.”

“How is it that you all turned out so well then?” she said. “You turned out amazing, as did Melanie, E seems like a really nice guy, and Sarah is lovely. You would have thought that one of you would have inherited his character flaws surely?”

“It’s an old argument,” Cheryl said, “Nature versus nurture. Are people’s characters genetically inherited from their parents, or is it their upbringing that matters?”

“You could possibly claim that for me,” I said, “And Sarah. Possibly even for E, although I haven’t met any of his family. But poor Melanie lost out on both fronts, and yet she’s still wonderful.”

Melanie rubbed her hand up and down my leg, acknowledging my words.

“I’m sure there’s probably enough material for a doctorate research study in the four of us,” I continued, “but perhaps it is nature. Perhaps John is the aberration. We all inherited Stott DNA, and maybe Nathan, my dad, shows our true characteristics.”

“Maybe,” said Ness thoughtfully, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Sarah’s boyfriend sounds like an asshole.”

I laughed at that. “How can you even say that?” I asked.

“If he lets his family look down on his girlfriend,” she justified, “Then he’s an asshole.”

“He’s still a kid,” I said. “He can’t help his parents’ behaviour. Why don’t we reserve judgement until we meet him?”

“I suppose,” she said.

I stayed out on the deck for another half hour, then decided it was time for me to go to bed.

I was in the shower, when I felt the wash of cold air on my back. I smiled. I wondered when she’d pluck up the courage to try again, it seemed that tonight was the night.

I turned to see Melanie standing behind me. She was naked, of course, having joined me in the shower. I took a second to look at her. She was stunning. If you were being really picky, you could possibly say that she was still a little on the skinny side, I certainly wasn’t into the ‘anorexic’ look, but she had filled out beautifully in the time that she’d been with us. Her dark hair fell to just below her jaw, and framed her beautiful face. I’d been surprised, given how tough a life she’d had, that she didn’t have more marks and scars on her body, but the few that had been there when I’d first found her, I’ taken care of, and now her skin was flawless.

She flushed a little as I looked at her.

“Well?” she said, twisting her hip slightly as if she were about to perform a twirl for my inspection.

“Beautiful,” I murmured. “You are, perhaps, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She snorted. “Liar,” she said without heat. Then she paused. “But thanks. A girl likes to feel appreciated.”

“It’s not a lie,” I said. “You are beautiful, and not just physically. I meant what I said earlier. Given what happened to you there would be plenty of reasons for you to be angry at people, or at life, but you’re not at all like that. I honestly don’t know how you managed to turn into such a wonderful person. I’m just so happy to have found you.

She looked up at me. “Really?” she asked. “Are you really happy to have found me?”

I frowned a little. “Why would you even ask that?”

“I guess I just need a little reassurance from time to time,” she said. “You have four beautiful, wonderful fiancées. I can hardly compete with them.”

“There is no competition,” I said. “We all love you, and you are just as beautiful as each of them.”

“You love me?” she asked, a little wistfully.

I looked into her eyes. “Yes,” I said with conviction. “I love you.”

“Then show me,” she said pulling me to her, and pressing her wet, slippery nakedness up against me.

I held her for a moment, but then gently pulled away. Melanie opened her mouth to say something but I beat her to it.

“If you truly want me to show you how much I love you,” I said, “then I will. If you’ll let me?”

Melanie looked puzzled for a moment, but as I manoeuvred her under the shower and began to wash her hair, a look of understanding dawned on her face, and she smiled at me.

I spent the next twenty minutes exploring her body, with my eyes, hands, and occasionally lips and tongue under the auspices of washing her. After I washed and rinsed her hair, I turned her around and away from me and soaped her back and neck, massaging her under the spray of warm water. She moaned in appreciation of the attention as I worked my way down her back. I cupped the now almost perfect cheeks of her ass, massaging them and sliding my fingers up and down her cleft gently circling around her ass. She shamelessly pressed back against me trying to get my fingers to penetrate her, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.

Once I’d finished her back, I turned her around and started on her front, gently but firmly washing her chest and stomach, paying more attention to her breasts than was strictly necessary. She had filled out well and they were an almost perfect B cup, without a hint of sag, her pink nipples standing proud in the centre of her puckered areola.

I knelt in front of her, and washed her legs, deliberately avoiding her pussy as I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. She began to squirm in need, moving to try and press herself against my hands as they came up between her legs, but for now I avoided her.

Standing up, once more, I backed her up against the wall, and placed my lips against hers as I slid my hand down, across her chest and stomach and coming to rest just on her shaved mound. Once again she pressed against me only this time I didn’t avoid her, and I began a gentle massage of her pussy, allowing my fingers to trace the outline of her lips before slipping between them and sliding the length of her slit, rubbing from back to front until I finally contacted her straining button. Her breath caught in her throat and she deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth as her hand moved down to capture my wrist to make sure I was not going to stop what I was doing.

She moaned into my mouth as I repeated the move, sliding my fingers between her pussy lips, across her weeping opening and teasing at her clit, before returning and doing it again. Her hips began to move involuntarily as she held my hand in place, trying to get me to push inside of her.

I teased her for a few more strokes, and then gently slid two fingers inside her now dripping hole. I knew she was no virgin, and so could afford to be a little firmer than I might have been with the other girls the first time, but I was pleasantly surprised at just how tight she was.

Melanie moaned into my mouth as my fingers slid inside her, and she increased the movements of her hips, holding my wrist in place whilst she pushed herself deeper and deeper onto my fingers.

She mewled in protest as I freed my hand from her grasp, slipping my fingers from within her, but then shuddered as I slid them up and using her juices spent a few minutes teasing and tweaking at her love button. I could feel her already starting her climb, and decided that it might be a good idea to let her get her first one out of the way. Perhaps once she came, we could take things a little slower and I could really show her my love.

I broke the kiss, and while still stroking gently at her clit, moved my mouth down her neck, and down to her chest. She sighed as I lapped and suckled at her nipple, using my free hand to tease the other, then worked my way down until I was knelt on the shower floor my face level with her pussy.

I used my TK to turn off the shower, the cascading water was becoming a nuisance, and then leant forward and pressed a kiss on her mound. Melanie moaned and then squeaked in surprise as I used my TK to lift and part her legs, supporting her with her back against the wall, opening her up and leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable to me.

“Caleb,” she said, looking a little worried as she looked down at me. “I… OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!”

Whatever she was about to say was lost in her outburst as I simultaneously my two fingers deep inside her, and took her clit into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue.

I connected to her, amused and impressed to find that even now I had to find a way through her shield to do so. Using the sensory feedback from her, I began to suck at her clit, stroking in and out of her and finding just exactly what she liked and how she liked it. She began to pant as her orgasm started to rapidly build almost immediately and I briefly considered holding it down for a few minutes simply to prolong her pleasure. I decided against though, and in just a few minutes I’d worked her up until she was on the very edge of release.

“Yes,” she panted, “god yes, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop , dontyoudare aiieeeee” she shrieked as I pushed her over the edge feeling her pussy clamp down on my fingers. She didn’t squirt, but copious juiced flowed from her and my fingers made a wet squelching sound as I continued to thrust in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible, until she began to jerk and pull away.

“Too much!” she said as the aftershocks hit in her oversensitivity.

I pulled back and sat on my heels looking up at her.

“Put me down,” she said quietly, a note of tension in her voice. For a moment I was worried she was angry – that I’d done something she hadn’t liked, that in using TK I’d restrained her making her remember her past. I let her down immediately, and she all but dragged me out of the shower, both still dripping wet, and into the bedroom where she pushed me onto the bed, climbing on beside me.

“My turn!” she said before grasping my now renewed cock, which had sagged a little when I’d thought I’d upset her, threw her leg over mine and guided me inside of her. She slid down until I was completely engulfed within her, the heat within was incredible, and as wet as I was from the shower, I could still feel her juices flowing from her onto my lower belly and balls.

She sat, perfectly still, seemingly relishing the feeling of me inside of her. I could relate. I, too, was happy to simply lie there experiencing the sensations of being buried deep inside my sister.

It was definitely different than with the other girls. Even though I’d not extended the bond to include Melanie, there was a connection between us that seemed to simply exist. I began to understand the connection that the twins had. Obviously, my connection with Melanie would not be as profound as theirs, not only were we not twins, we weren’t even full siblings, but even so there was definitely something there, something wonderful. I briefly wondered if I’d have the same connection with Sarah, or E.

“Can you feel it?” Melanie asked me. “Or is it my imagination?”

I knew then that she too had felt what I had.

“I feel it,” I said. “We’re connected”

Melanie giggled, and I smiled at her. Then she ground her hips and I groaned.

“I meant other than that,” I said when I was able to speak again. “It’s a little like the connection I have with the other girls, but different. Deeper somehow.

“Deeper,” said Melanie grinding against me again. “I like that idea.”

“Me too,” I said pushing my hips up, lifting her off the bed a little and pressing deeper into her. It was her turn to moan.

“Hey,” she mock protested, “I said it’s my turn.”

“Then stop waffling and get on with it,” I returned with a grin.

She ground against me again, creating some incredible sensations as her pussy clamped on me squeezing me tight.

“Will that do?” she asked slyly.

“It’s a start,” I said reaching up and then pulling her down on top of me, capturing her lips with mine and kissing her deeply as she began to move her hips rhythmically.

I ran my hands down her back, and cupped her ass, pulling her onto me and began to move in counterpoint to her as we continued the kiss. My mind was awash with ideas of things I wanted to do with and to her. I wanted to make her mine, to take her to the pinnacle of pleasure, make her scream my name as she came over and over again, but then I remembered the conversation at dinner the other night, when Jeevan had been talking about sharing. What had she said?

“I can’t wait to see what sex feels like when there is love.”

Melanie wasn’t a virgin. She’d had lots of sex. She’d said that some guys, especially when she was ‘fresh’ had tried really hard to make it good for her. She didn’t need that now. I was then reminded of Mary’s words to Louise when I’d come home after curing Christina, the six year old with the brain tumour.

“Louise, Change of plan. Don’t fuck him, love him.”

That was what I figured Melanie needed. She didn’t need to fuck, she needed me to make love to her. I was more than happy to.

I let Melanie set the pace, continuing to move in counterpoint to her. I held her to me, gazing into her beautiful blue eyes as we moved together, not using my power at all, but at the same time projecting all the love I had for her as hard as I could. I knew she could feel it, because I could feel it being reciprocated. Her eyes became brighter, tears welling in them.

Suddenly she dropped her head pressing her face into my neck. I could feel the tears running over my skin and she began to sob, all the time continuing to move her hips. I tried to lift her, to look into her face again but she resisted, clinging to me, all the while thrusting her hips, driving us both onward, building us up towards our mutual release.

I was still connected to her sensations, so I could feel her orgasm building, despite her still continuing to sob. Her pussy was so hot, and she gripped me so tight, almost but not quite painfully, so that nothing, not even the fact that she appeared to be crying, was going to stop her from bringing me to my peak.

Reflexes took over, and my hips once more began to move to assist her in her mission to bring us both to completion. I held her to me whispering into her ear that I loved her, over and over, still projecting my love for her, pushing it through our bond and yet still not using my powers at all.

Melanies movements were starting to become less co-ordinated and more desperate as she built towards her climax. She’d stopped sobbing and was making small ‘oh, oh’ sounds with each thrust. She still clamped tight on me, it felt like a hot slippery fist working up and down my cock, and I could feel every bump and ridge inside of her as she worked herself on and off of my shaft.

I knew she was close. She began to tremble and move even more erratically, her vocalizations becoming louder and less defined, more like high pitched grunts as she started to slam herself hard down on my rigid member, grinding her clit against my pelvic bone with each thrust and gripping tight on the outstroke. If she was close, I was closer still and I doubted that I would be able to hold on. Once again, I considered using my powers to push down my orgasm, and once again I decided against. It would have felt dishonest somehow. I wanted this to be a pure experience. An expression of our unfettered love for one another, not a contrived and controlled happening that it might otherwise have become.

She thrust down on me again and that was the final straw. My back arched and I pushed as deep inside her as I could as my balls contracted and spewed the first jet of spunk deep inside her, coating her insides with my essence.

I don’t know what it was about that movement that tipped her over the edge, but she let out a keening wail as she too reached her peak, her pussy throbbing and spasming around my still pulsating and jetting cock. It seemed determined to pump everything I had as deep inside her as it could, and her pussy, in its turn, seemed to be trying to suck out my very soul.

When it was over, we both lay there bathed in sweat and various other fluids. I was still inside her as she lay on top of me. I held her to me, her head on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” she said finally.

“Sorry?” I asked a little puzzled. “What for?”

“I wanted our first time to be perfect,” she said, “and I ruined it.”

“Why were you crying?” I asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she said hastily, “Not at all. It was… Well… You know that I’ve had a lot of sex, with a lot of people.”

“I know,” I said.

“It was never like that,” she said. “Sometimes it felt good. Some of them even made me cum. But I NEVER felt anything with any of them, like I just felt with you. It just felt so… so right. I could feel the love radiating form you like heat from the Sun and it overwhelmed me.”

“And that’s why you cried?” I asked.

She nodded.

I smiled at her. “Then you didn’t ruin it,” I assured her, “you made it special, made it perfect. You wanted to know what sex felt like when there was love, I wanted to give that to you. I love you Melanie. I wanted, needed, you to know that, to feel that from me.”

“Needed?” she asked looking up at me.

I smiled wryly.

“One of the reasons I wasn’t rushing to take you to bed,” I began, “was because I thought you might be doing it because you thought you owed me.”

“But I…” she began but I interrupted.

“Dianna had the right of it though,” I said. “She told me that even if that was true, the only person that would be problematic for would be me. You see I’d already fallen in love with you, and the thought of you ‘paying your debt’ and then moving on terrified me.”

“You thought I’d leave you?” she asked.

“I was scared you might,” I said. “I so wanted you to be a part of my family. Not just my sister, but more. You’d grown up in an environment where sex was just a transaction – almost legal tender. I didn’t think any less of you that you’d want to pay any debt you thought you had to me with your body, but I was scared that once you thought we were even, that would be the end.”

“And now?” asked Melanie.

“As much as you felt my love for you,” I returned, “I felt your love for me. I’m hoping that means that you’re going to stay, going to join our family. I know that the girls would be ecstatic if you did.”

Melanie grinned at me. “I know,” she said. “They’ve all been dropping some very direct hints pretty much since I arrived.”

“Hints?” I asked.

“Some subtle,” she said. “Ness and Jules keep mentioning how nice it would be to be able to include me in the conversations they have mentally. Some less subtle, Amanda promised that she’d make me cum for a week if I joined you.”

I chucked. “Amanda knows what she likes,” I said. “They all do. And they all love you.”

“Are you going to ask Sarah to join?” she asked after a moment. I thought about it for a few minutes.

“I don’t honestly know,” I said. “Sarah is a lovely girl, but there isn’t the spark with her that there is with you. Perhaps it will grow as we get to know her, but It’s certainly not there now. What do you think?”

“I like Sarah,” she said. “But like you said, there isn’t the spark that there is with you, and the girls.”

I felt a presence just outside the bedroom door, and smiled gently at Melanie as I used TK to pull it open. All four girls were standing there, they almost fell inside as the door swung in.

Amanda, the most shameless of the four looked at me. “Well?” she asked.

“Well what?” I returned.

She huffed exasperatedly.

“Is Melanie joining us?” she asked. “Are you?” she directed this last at Melanie.

Melanie shrugged. “I haven’t actually been asked yet.” She said sitting up a little, unconcerned that she was naked. “Not properly.”

Five sets of eyes turned to me.

“What?” I said.

“Are you going to ask her?” asked Amanda.

“Well,” I said. “To do it properly I need a…”

Jules moved to my side, holding out a small box.

“I got Mom to go and get this,” she said. “They brought it with them.”

I opened the box to see a ring, identical to the ones that all my girls wore.

“But I…” I began.

“Daddy said he took the money from your account for it,” chirped Ness, “so you did buy it for her.”

I laughed, and then turned to Melanie, holding the open box out to her.

“Melanie,” I said, trying to remember the exact words I’d used with the other girls. My perfect recall didn’t let me down. “Almost from the moment I set eyes on you, I, we have loved you. I missed out on growing up knowing you, but despite that I love you not just as a sister, but as a person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life.

“My family, loves you as much as I do, and so, would you please do us all the honor of accepting this ring as a token of our love for you, and as a sign that we are all going to be partners, together, for life?”

Melanie looked at me her eyes sparkling, then looked at the girls.

She could see the looks of eager anticipation in all of their eyes. It was obvious that they wanted this as much as I did.

Her answer, “Yes,” was almost drowned out by the squeals of happiness from the girls, who launched themselves on her, peppering her with welcome hugs and kisses.

Melanie and I were sent off to shower again, while the girls remade the bed that was still damp from our post shower frolics. We didn’t really get up to too much in the shower, and were soon dried and in bed with all the girls together, Melanie pressed up against my side with the twins behind her. Jules and Ness were on my other side.

“When are you going to add Melanie to the connection?” asked Mary.

Melanie looked up at me.

“Are you ready?” I asked. She bit her lip but nodded.

“Wait one second,” said Jules, before climbing out of bed and going into the bathroom. She came back with a small towel. She handed it to me.

Melanie looked confused. “What’s that for?” she asked.

“Its for you to cry into,” said Ness. “We just changed the bed.”

Melanie looked at me, a question in her eyes.

“Joining the connection can be a bit overwhelming,” I explained.

“Okay” she said a little dubiously. She took the towel and held onto it, looking at me expectantly.

“Drop your shields for me,” I said. “You’ll need to learn to build your shields around the connection, so they don’t interfere.”

Melanie immediately dropped her shields. I gazed into her bright blue eyes, and connected her to the network.

Her eyes went so wide I could see the whites all around her irises and then she buried her face in the towel and burst into tears. I held her to me stroking her hair gently and murmuring to her. After a few minutes she calmed, and she raised her face. She took a moment to dry her eyes, wiping away the tears and other stuff that often accompanies tear storms, and then she looked up at me.

“Thank you,” she said reaching up and pulling my face down to hers. She kissed me long and tenderly. “I never knew there was so much love in the world.”

I smiled at her. “There is,” I replied, “and it’s all for you.”

Melanie shimmied over until she was facing Amanda before cupping her face between her hands and kissing her next.

“I felt your love too,” she said. “I’d say that you could never know how much I love you, but I guess you do.”

Amanda smiled at her warmly. “We all know,” she said.

Melanie sat up then, and pulled Mary up for her kiss.

“Thank you,” she said to Mary. “For allowing me to join your family.”

“Thank you,” replied Mary, “for joining us.”

Jules was next. Since she was in her ‘off’ phase Melanie’s kiss was less passionate with her, but didn’t contain a single iota less love than the kisses she’d given me or the twins.

“Jules, I love you so much,” she told the older girl. “From the moment we met you’ve looked after me, made me feel welcome and loved. Thank you.”

Jules smiled at her. “Welcome home,” was all she said.

There were no words exchanged between Melanie and Ness, they just kissed for a long time, and then held each other, finally drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. I laid on my side spooning Melanie while Jules spooned her little sister. The twins snuggled up against my back.

+++++

I’d been out on the deck less than ten minutes the next morning when Melanie came out.

I looked at her in surprise.

“What are you doing up?” I asked.

“I need to train,” she said. “You said I should practice a martial art.”

I looked at her for a moment, but then nodded.

“Okay then,” I said, “I’ll train you like I was trained.”

I dumped about a years’ worth of martial arts training memories into her mind. I saw her eyes glaze for a few moments as she assimilated the information. Then she began to move. Like me she started by finding her opening position.

Ness and the rest of the girls were up early for a Sunday, and by seven thirty they were all in the kitchen eating breakfast. Dean and Cheryl joined soon after and we sat in the kitchen eating and chatting.

“We’re going to be heading back,” said Dean to me. “Gerry is meeting us at the airport at ten.”

Cheryl was busily examining Melanie’s ring on her finger. I wondered why that was necessary since she’d been and collected it, but she seemed interested, and I figured it was more about welcoming Melanie into the family proper than actually checking out the ring.

“So he pulled you into their connection?” she asked. Melanie nodded.

“How was it?” asked Cheryl.

“Intense,” said Melanie, “emotional, and wonderful.”

Cheryl smiled.

I got a glimpse of what that must have been like, I’m slightly jealous. If I were twenty years younger…”

Melanie smiled at her. “You’d still be with Dean,” she said. “It’s obvious that nothing and nobody could come between you two.”

“You’re right,” Cheryl returned with a soft smile, glancing over at her husband. “Not even Caleb…”

After a leisurely breakfast, and spending some time with Dean and Cheryl it was time for me to take them to the airport. Once more all the girls wanted to come, which would have involved a convoy of cars and made absolutely no sense. In the end only Ness and Jules accompanied their parents and I to the airport. In truth I didn’t need to go, either Ness or Jules could have taken them, but nobody mentioned that little detail.

When we arrived at the Jet, Gerry was there, and the door to the plane was open. As I walked up to the jet, carrying one the bags, I saw Arnie standing back on the apron gazing at the plane in wonder.

I climbed the steps and stowed the bag, before sticking my head into the cockpit.

“My flight instructors’ son is on the apron, drooling over the plane,” I said to Gerry. “Can I bring him up and show him the cockpit? He’s a ppl instructor too.”

“Sure,” he said. “It’s going to be a few minutes before we’re ready to go.”

I climbed back down the steps taking a moment to ask Dean the same question. He also gave his permission, and I walked across the apron to where Arnie stood staring at the jet.

“That is such a cool plane,” he said as I approached. “You’ve really flown it?”

“Me?” I said wide eyed. “Of course not. I’m not qualified.”

“Yeah right,” he snorted. “Dad says that you fly like a vet.”

“Want to take a look inside?” I asked him.

His eyes went wide. “Really?” he asked. I nodded.

We walked over to the plane and then Arnie scampered up the steps, there really was no other word for it he was so excited.

Inside, Gerry invited him into the cockpit and bade him sit in the right seat. The plane was powered, so all the displays were active, and Gerry spent a few minutes with Arnie, answering his questions and pointing out various features of the aircraft.

“That was soo cool,” said Arnie as we made our way back out of the jet and onto the apron. He walked beside me to where Ness and Jules were standing by my truck. I introduced Arnie to the girls.

We stood together and watched as the door to the jet closed, the engines spooled up and then it began to move off the apron and taxied onto the runway. All four of us stood, almost transfixed, as the jet took to the skies, quickly turning and in only a few moments, was lost to sight in the light clouds.

I felt amusement from Jules.

“Look at Arnie,” she sent. “But don’t make it obvious.”

I turned to her, but out of the corner of my eye, looked at the boy. He’d been standing watching the plane leave, but now, although he was trying not to be obvious, he was standing stealing glances at me, his aura a rich deep purple.

“Looks like you have an admirer,” Ness sent, amusement coming from her in waves. “You going to make him wait until he’s eighteen too?”

I sighed and climbed into my truck, waving a farewell to Arnie, and pretending I hadn’t noticed his looks.

+++++

Monday morning saw us all up early. Melanie had once more joined me on the deck and was training her martial arts. She still had a long way to go, but I guessed that within a year she could, if she continued to train. The girls fussed around her as she got ready for her first day at PSU, making sure she had everything, exactly as they had with Ness on her first day. Melanie didn’t complain. She seemed to be loving the attention, loving the fact that the people around her not only had time for her, but cared enough to want to make sure she was prepared.

“We’ll all be in the cafeteria at lunch,” said Josh to her. “So, we can eat together, and you can tell us all about your first day.”

Melanie looked at Josh fondly. “It seems,” she said. “I’ve gained another big brother.”

Josh blushed but grinned.

“A guy can’t have too many kid sisters,” he said.

I sensed from Melanie that she would not be averse to spending some time with Josh and Louise. It would be a good way to start to train her Compulsion, and I felt nothing but love and a thrill of arousal at the thought of Melanie playing with that pair.

I heard a thought from Josh. “Maybe Melanie would want to practice her compulsion on us, like Caleb did at the beginning. That was so hot!”

“Would that be all right?” asked Melanie, not realizing that Josh hadn’t actually voiced his thought.

“What?” he asked puzzled.

I grinned.

“She heard your thought” I said to Josh. “Looks like your new kid sister is a Telepath too.”

“What?” said Melanie looking at Josh who was now blushing furiously.

“He didn’t actually say that,” I said. “He just thought it. You picked it up from his surface thoughts.”

“Oh wow,” said Melanie. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“It’s fine,” said Josh laughing a little. “We’re kind of used to it. But it might be a good idea not to do that at school. You might freak some people out.”

Quickly I dropped the memories of how to shield her mind form the ‘voices’ her Telepathy would allow her to hear. She smiled at me gratefully.

“This is even better,” I said. “I can teach you the techniques for remembering things that only Telepaths can use. So that’s three of your powers. At least one more to go.”

Melanie rode with Josh and Louise into School. The twins, Jules and Ness rode in together. I was going to the range first for a hypnotherapy appointment, but would be heading to PSU to meet up with Sarah and her family outside the dean’s office for eleven.

Brian, Carrie and Sarah were already outside the dean’s office when I arrived at a quarter of eleven. They were seated on the chairs, obviously waiting for their appointed time. The dean’s secretary looked up at me as I entered.

“Caleb,” she said smiling. “The dean is tied up at the moment. Can I give him a message? It’s going to be a while though – he has an appointment as soon as he finishes with his current one.”

“No that’s fine,” I said. “I’m actually here with Sarah and her family.”

“Oh?” asked the secretary, “You know them?”

“Sarah is my half-sister,” I said. “It’s a long story, but I’ve only just found out about them. I’m hoping that between us we can convince the dean to let Sarah study here.”

The secretary looked at her computer.

“We had another student enrolled,” she said. “She also said she was your sister?”

I laughed. “It’s complicated,” I said, “but yes, Melanie is my half-sister too.”
The secretary looked at me for a moment. “I think I need to hear that story,” she said with a small smile, “when you have time.”

Just then, the door of the dean’s office opened, and two people I did not know emerged. Completely ignoring us, one of them smiled at the secretary. “Thank you,” he said, and they the pair left.

The intercom on the secretary’s desk beeped.

“You can go in now,” said the secretary to Sarah and her family.

The dean looked up as we all entered, he took in Sarah and her parents, then his eyes flicked to me. His eyes widened slightly, and then he sighed.