Caleb 69 – Integration

Sarah:

I walked toward the door to the suite. Arnie was waiting for me downstairs. I’d told him not to come up since the valet charges were expensive and we were going straight out in any case.

“If you’re not coming back tonight,” Caleb said, “let us know so we don’t worry. Other than that, you are your own boss. And, if you and Arnie want some alone time, the other suite is all yours. Better that than putting yourself at risk in some dark alley or parking lot.”

I nodded to Caleb, feeling my face heat once more, and left the suite making for the bank of elevators just down the corridor.

It took a few minutes for the elevator to arrive. My stomach was in knots. I really liked Arnie. I’d only really met him just over a week ago, the night of the fire, but he just seemed to be perfect for me. He was totally different from Trevor.

Trevor was a wannabe – someone who relied on his father’s reputation and money to get anywhere, not that that was going to do him any good since his father had been killed. I did kind of feel bad for him about that, but once I’d heard what was going on in Trevor’s head, I didn’t want anything to do with him. I’d been becoming more and more uncomfortable with him pressuring me for sex recently and, after that dinner we had, I wondered what I’d ever seen in him.

I know Caleb had told me that the amulet didn’t make me stupid, but things seemed so much clearer now I’d gotten rid of it.

The elevator pinged as the doors opened and I stepped inside and pressed the button to descend to the exit of the hotel.

Yes, Arnie was totally different from Trevor. For one thing he was honest. He told me that he’d been crushing on Caleb and that he, himself, was much more interested in the person he was with, rather than their sex. However, when he’d first seen me, something had changed. We’d spent a couple of hours at his birthday party, sitting in his car in the garage, just getting to know one another. I’d shamelessly listened into his thoughts and, when I’d heard in his mind that he was trying to work up the courage to kiss me, I took the initiative.

He wasn’t a bad kisser, but I guessed he hadn’t had much practice. Not that I was that experienced, but we fairly quickly figured it out between us. Had that been Trevor, he’d have been ripping at my clothes and trying to get into my pants. Arnie, however, contented himself with just holding me, stroking my head, and back as we kissed. He was gentle, despite the need I could feel in him.

I shook my head as the elevator doors opened.

I needed to stop comparing Arnie with Trevor. I guessed it was because Trevor was my first real boyfriend. It was probably natural I would compare the two, but there was no real comparison. Arnie was a gentleman, a nice guy. Maybe he wasn’t as rich as Trevor’s family was, but that didn’t matter.

I walked out of the hotel and saw Arnie sitting in his car, pulled into the waiting area. The valets were giving him dirty looks, but since he was collecting someone from the hotel, they didn’t seem inclined to tell him to move on.

Arnie spotted me and I saw his face split into a grin and then he looked properly. I saw his jaw drop. I smiled to myself as I heard his thought, even from here.

“She’s beautiful,” he thought, thinking to get out of his car to open my door. Unfortunately for him his body seemed to like what he was seeing too.

“Shit – I can’t get out with a boner.”

I grinned at him as I picked up that thought. While he was still arguing with himself about being gentlemanly, and opening the car door thus revealing his ‘predicament’, I’d crossed to the car, opened the door myself, and gotten into the passenger seat.

“H..hi,” he said hesitantly as I got in and turned to him.

I grinned at him. “Where are we going?”

“Do you like seafood?” he asked, hopefully.

I nodded. “Love it,” I said.

“Great,” he said, and put his blinker on and pulled into traffic.

“How was your talk with the agent?” I asked.

“It was actually pretty good,” he said. “Caleb had already told him most of what I did. There were some questions about the pre-flight checks we did, and the flight itself. He asked me to talk him through from the time when the prop fell off to when we got picked up.”

I felt him flush a little, remembering being held by Caleb.

“Then he spoke to my dad for a while,” He went on. “They went over the paperwork for the Cessna, the maintenance reports and all that kind of stuff. He seemed satisfied with what we’d got, although I guess he’s going to go to the company we rented the plane from and investigate there.

“They are apparently going to try and recover the wreck next week. I have no idea how, but I’m sure they’ll figure it out.”

“And how are you?” I asked, knowing that I’d be in pieces if I’d been in a plane crash. It had seemed to be no big thing for Caleb. I saw from his memories that he had known that, no matter what, he could have used his powers to make sure both he and Arnie were safe. His main concern had been not revealing his powers to Arnie.

“I’m okay,” Arnie replied. “While it was happening, I just fell into my training you know. Like my dad always says, ‘when the pressure’s on, you don’t rise to the occasion, you sink to the level of your training.’”

“That sounds profound,” I said.

“I think he read it somewhere,” he explained. “But it’s kind of become a mantra of his. It’s why he trains pilots so hard for emergencies, in addition to the obvious requirements. But it was after, you know, when we were on the ground, that it hit me what could have happened.”

Once more he flushed as he remembered standing shaking with Caleb’s arms around him. The feeling of comfort and safety he’d felt at that moment had been amazing. I realized that Caleb must have used his powers to soothe him.

I decided to change the subject before the silence got awkward.

“So, you didn’t tell me where we’re going,” I said brightly.

“My uncle and aunt own a seafood restaurant,” he said.

“Really?” I asked impressed.

“They’re not my real uncle and aunt,” he explained. “My dad is an only child, like me. But I think Dad worked with Uncle Leon before I was born, and they have been friends ever since. I grew up calling them Uncle Leon and Auntie Ellie. Their daughter Emily and I used to play together as kids. I’ve not seen her for a while; she went travelling. She’s a couple of years older than me.”

“Childhood sweetheart?” I asked only half joking.

He snorted. “Hardly,” he said. “We were good friends, but she’s not really my type, and nor am I hers.”

“So,” I asked innocently. “What is your ‘type.’”

I was expecting a flip answer, such as ‘you are’, but his face scrunched up a little as he thought about it.

“I don’t really know,” he said honestly. “But I know what it isn’t. I meet someone, and I’m either attracted to them, or I’m not. I’ve tried to figure out what it is that I’m attracted to, but I can’t. I just know when it happens.”

We stopped at a red light and, while we were waiting, he looked across the car at me.

“What about you?” he asked.

As I looked at him, a yellow sporty looking car pulled up alongside us at the lights. There were two youngish men in there. The driver looked over at us, and began revving his engine, obviously wanting a race.

I wasn’t particularly into cars. I remembered Trevor having this kind of interaction with idiots at traffic lights when we were in his car. He loved it, being able to show off.

Arnie, noticing that I was distracted, looked over his shoulder to see what I was looking at. The boys were gesticulating and the driver revving his engine. Arnie looked in his rearview for a second and then grinned.

“Watch this,” he said, placing both hands on the wheel and looking across at the boys.

Instantly my impression of him dropped. I’d thought he was better than getting into this kind of pissing contests with people at traffic lights.

The lights changed and the yellow car hared off. We didn’t move for second, and then Arnie pulled away at a normal speed. I was about to say something when the world lit up in red and blue and a police cruiser that had apparently been sitting behind us, pulled around us and set off after the yellow car.

Arnie grinned at me.

“Idiots like that shouldn’t be allowed cars,” he said. “They didn’t notice a marked police cruiser as they pulled up, and then want to race? Either that’s an unmarked police car trying to entrap people, or they are really that stupid. Either way we were not getting involved.”

“Is this a fast car?” I asked looking at the car for the first time.

“Yes and no,” he said. “It could easily do over one hundred miles per hour, but what’s the point. I fly a plane almost every day at nearly one hundred and eighty miles per hour. Its much safer, and legal.”

“Safer?” I asked with a small smile.

“I guess that doesn’t seem the case after what happened this morning,” he said, “but flying, on the whole, is much safer than any other mode of transportation.”

A few minutes later we passed the yellow car, pulled up by the side of the road, with the police cruiser behind it. I looked over at them as we passed. The driver, whom I thought I recognised from somewhere, glared at us as we went by. I couldn’t resist a little smile.

Less than ten minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of what looked to be a small family run restaurant. The parking lot was completely packed but he drove around back, into the ‘staff only’ parking lot, where he parked behind two cars, blocking them both into spaces.

He got out of the car and all but sprinted around to open my door. I stepped out and moved aside so he could close the door. He offered me his arm as we walked back into the main parking lot and to the main entrance to the restaurant.

“Normally,” he said, “I’d just go in through the kitchen.”

As we stepped up to the door he opened it and held it while I went through. A warm ambiance hit me and delicious smells assaulted my nose making my mouth water. I’d not eaten since breakfast and my stomach growled loudly.

Arnie grinned at me as I felt myself flush.

“Hungry?” he asked.

“I could eat something,” I said, looking him up and down. It was his turn to flush.

“How about you wait until after you’ve had dinner?” a female voice came from behind me. Arnie looked up in surprise.

“Emily!!” he exclaimed as she came toward him, enfolding him in a hug.

“Hey Arnold,” she said with a grin, and Arnie mock glowered at her.

“Hey Helga,” he returned, but she just laughed at him.

“Aren’t you going to introduce your young lady?” she asked.

“Sarah,” Arnie said turning to me. “This is Emily, Emily, this is Sarah, my uh…”

I watched him with amusement. He so wanted to call me his girlfriend but, considering that this was our first real date, didn’t want to presume.”

“Girlfriend,” I supplied holding my hand out to shake Emily’s hand.

“Wow,” she said looking me up and down. “Good for you, Sport,” she said to him.

Then she turned to me. “You can do far better than him you know.”

“Emily!” he protested, but he was laughing.

“I doubt it,” I said. “Didn’t you hear? He’s a hero.”

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Arnie said grimacing.

“Not nothing,” I said. “You saved my brother’s life.”

“I did not,” he exclaimed.

“Wait,” said Emily. “I want to hear this. What happened?”

I told her about the plane crash that morning, how Arnie had been so cool and collected, and how he managed to get them down uninjured despite what had happened.

She looked at him wide-eyed, and then pulled him into another hug.

“Thank God you’re alright,” she said into his shoulder.

Arnie put his arms around her but looked at me apologetically. I just smiled at him.

Emily pulled back suddenly, apparently remembering herself.

“I’m so sorry,” she said to me. “Let’s get you guys seated.”

She led us to a table. “I put you back here where it’s a little quieter,” she told him.

“Thanks,” he said, blushing a little again.

The meal was delicious. Arnie and I chatted like we’d known each other for all our lives. I told him about my family, about growing up, and how Caleb had come into my life, having found out that we were half siblings. Obviously, I didn’t tell him anything about powers.

He told me all about his life, how he’d helped out at the flight school since he was very young, doing odd jobs, cleaning the office, doing paperwork. His dad had taught him to fly, but he’d had to work off the cost of the fuel he used doing all kinds of work, both in the flying school and outside. He’d always wanted to be a pilot, ever since he was very young and eventually wanted to be a commercial jet pilot, but he was still too young to start that path. So, he’d worked hard to become an instructor, and to get as much experience as he could so that when the time came, he would be attractive to the commercial airlines.

By the time we’d finished, we were chatting like old friends. I felt more comfortable with him than I’d felt with anyone outside of my family, ever.

After we left the restaurant, having seen no mention of a bill, Arnie drove us to a small parking lot, by the river, and we went for a stroll along the riverbank. It was a nice evening and we continued to chat as we walked, simply enjoying each other’s company.

I looked at my watch. It was just after nine.

“You need to go?” he asked me, looking a little disappointed.

“I’d like you to take me back to the hotel,” I told him. “If that’s okay.”

I felt his nervousness start at that point.

It ramped up as we got nearer and nearer to the hotel and, when we arrived, he pulled up in the drop off spot, not daring to presume.

“Would you like to come up for a while?” I asked him.

“Won’t Caleb and the girls be there?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I have my own space,” I told him.

Arnie pulled his car forward into the valet parking and we both got out, Arnie passing his keys to the valet. I told them to charge the parking to our suites, knowing that Caleb wouldn’t mind.

I could feel Arnie’s hand shaking in mine as we walked across the entrance hall hand in hand. I was no less nervous but, strangely, his nerves helped settle mine. I didn’t think that we were going to sleep together, not this time, but I certainly wanted to get to know him much better.

Arnie looked at his watch.

“Are you on a curfew,” I asked. Arnie grimaced.

“I know it sounds lame,” he said, “but dad’s a bit old fashioned in some ways. His house, his rules. I need to be back by eleven.”

I laughed. “I know that feeling,” I said. “If I were still living with my parents, I’d have to be home by then too. This is all new to me.”

“I can’t complain,” he said. “Since mom went, he’s had to bring me up on his own.”

“Seems like he did a good job,” I replied smiling at him as the elevator door opened and we stepped inside.

As the door closed, I moved closer to him and pulled his face down to mine in a kiss.

Arnie stiffened a little at first but, after a second, responded, putting his arms around me and pulling me into him as we kissed. He seemed to have remembered the lessons we both learned on his birthday. His kisses were sweet and tender, but full of promise. Too soon I felt the elevator pulling to a stop and we parted just as the doors opened.

I’d lost track of where we were, but realized that we weren’t on our floor. We were on the eighth floor, the hotel lobby, and someone was getting on the elevator to go up to their room. It was an older man and woman. The woman looked us up and down with a sniff, but the man gave a knowing grin as he spotted us. They rode up to the floor below ours and then got out.

“Have a good night,” the man said as he got out of the elevator, grinning. Arnie blushed and I giggled.

There wasn’t time to do much other than wait to move up the last floor, we got out of the elevator, and headed toward the second suite that Caleb had said would be all ours for the evening. I’d taken the keycard with me so I opened the door and led Arnie into the suite. He looked around, eyes wide.

“Wow,” he said, “this place is amazing.”

“I guess,” I said, having grown blasé about the rooms here. I knew that Caleb was sick of being cooped up in such a small space and I could relate.

I led Arnie to one of the couches. I wanted to get to know him more intimately but didn’t want to give him the impression that I was ready to sleep with him, yet. I was still a virgin, and I suspected he was too. That I wanted to save until we had more time and we’d been together a little longer. However, his proximity all night had me more than a little revved up and the kiss in the elevator had made me more than a little wet.

I glanced at my watch. It was close to a quarter of ten, and Arnie had to be home for eleven. We didn’t really have a lot of time.

I pushed him down onto the couch and then climbed onto his knee, straddling him.

“Sarah,” he said breathlessly as I settled onto his lap, looking down at him. “I don’t...I mean, I’m…er that is this is my…”

“You’re still a virgin?” I asked him gently. He blushed scarlet looking down in shame.

I put my fingers under his chin and tilted his head back so he was looking at me.

“Me too,” I said. “And that isn’t going to change tonight. Don’t get me wrong, I like you, and I want to show you just how much, but I don’t want our first time, our first time together, to be rushed. Is that okay?”

He nodded mutely. Strangely, I felt no disappointment from him. If anything, he seemed to be relieved. His body, though, was telling me something different and I could feel his hardness pressing into my leg as it strained the inside of his pants.

I leaned down to kiss him again and he responded, still keeping his hands in what he considered the ‘safe zones’ of my body. It seemed he was going to make me set the pace.

I slid off to the side, still holding the kiss. That gave me the option to start exploring his body with my hands as we kissed. I have to admit he felt good. He was no bodybuilder, but he didn’t have the paunch that Trevor had, and his chest and belly were firm as I stroked over it with my fingers, exploring. He didn’t have the definition of muscle that Caleb had, his body being lean and firm. I definitely liked what I was feeling through his T-Shirt and it took little time for me to get my hand under his shirt and start playing with his body as we kissed.

Arnie seemed to take this as permission to do the same, and soon after I felt his hands against the bare skin of my belly and back, under my shirt. He still avoided my breasts though, which amused me slightly.

I slid my fingers up his chest and gently tweaked one of his nipples, and he moaned softly into my mouth.

I broke from him for a moment and slipped off my shirt and T-shirt. Taking the hint Arnie removed his T-shirt and I closed on him again, pressing our bodies together and relishing the feeling of his warm skin against mine. I’d already decided what I was going to do tonight, somewhat egged on by Amanda, but for some reason the thought of doing it made me so horny, I was having difficulty containing myself. I just wanted to tear off his pants and consume him.

I slid my hand down, until it rested on the bulge in his trousers. I felt his breath hitch as I squeezed gently. At first I thought he was going to wriggle away from me.

“Let me,” I whispered to him gently, breaking the kiss for a moment. We locked eyes and I could see a real tumult of emotions.

He was so horny. Trevor had often complained that if I didn’t get him off, he’d be left with what he called ‘blue balls’ which was a painful predicament. I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth, but if so I didn’t want to do that to Arnie.

While our eyes were locked, I managed to undo his zip, and slipped my hand inside. The only thing separating my hand from his manhood was a thin pair of what I thought were boxers. Once again I squeezed gently, then traced the outline of his hardness through the material.

He wasn’t huge, which was a bit of a relief. I’d heard stories of guys that were really big, and some girls seemed to like that, but I thought that would be painful.

I moved back in and kissed Arnie again, as I continued to play with him, through the fly of his pants, but soon got bored with that. I started to work on his belt, unfastening it and then his trousers, feeling quite proud that I was able to manage this one handed while continuing to kiss.

Once his pants were open, I slid down to the floor in front of him, grabbing the waistband of his pants and boxers together, and tugged. They wouldn’t move, maybe because he was sitting on them.

“You don’t have to…” he began.

“I know,” I told him looking up at him. “I want to. Let me, please?”

He stared at me for a moment, until I tugged once again at his waistband, and he, almost reluctantly, lifted his hips. I pulled his pants and boxers down, giggling as his cock, suddenly freed, flipped up and slapped against his belly.

“Mmmm,” I said closing in on my target, my hands on his thighs.

I inhaled gently, getting his scent. Trevor hadn’t always showered before our dates and sometimes he’d been pretty rank. I was hoping that Arnie would be different, but I also knew that he’d been nervous throughout the evening, and that could make things more ‘fragrant.’ I needn’t have worried though. Arnie smelled of soap, but also had a musky scent, that sent flashes of arousal through my body.

Before I knew what I was doing, I’d lifted up his manhood. I wrapped my lips around the head, savoring both the scent and the flavor of the fluid that seemed to be seeping from him. It was slightly salty and slightly sweet. I lapped at his head, wanting more of his nectar, and he moaned, his hands bunching into fists on the seat either side of him.

I spent the next couple of minutes gently bathing the head of his cock with my tongue, and then kneeling up slightly pushed him further into my mouth, flattening my tongue to press against the underside of his cock, and taking him as deep as I could.

I guesstimated his cock was between five and six inches in length. He was circumcised, and the head was slightly fatter than the shaft, which fit comfortably in my hand. He was the perfect size for me, and I relished being able to take about three quarters of his length into my mouth at the first attempt.

Arnie groaned again, his hands twitching. He had no idea what he should be doing with them. He so wanted to grab the back of my head, and thrust into my mouth, but he didn’t want to upset or hurt me. It was then I realized that this was the first time a girl had done this for him.

I knew he was a virgin, but I hadn’t realised that I was the first girl to have even seen his cock, let alone done anything else with it.

I pulled back, sucking and lapping at him as I went, and then pushed forward once more taking him slightly deeper this time, feeling the head of his cock nestling on the back of my tongue. I could taste his salty sweetness and I swallowed the mix of my saliva and his precum that was collecting in my mouth. He shuddered as I did, the movement of my tongue on his cock obviously doing something to him.

I pulled completely off his cock, and held it in my hand, as I ran my tongue down the length of it, and then lapped gently at his balls, which were tight and heavy. Arnie whimpered.

Amanda’s words echoed into my mind, and I took her advice. I started listening in on his thoughts. I sucked and lapped at him, figuring out what felt good, and what felt great. After a few more minutes I took his hands, placed them gently on the sides of my head, and allowed him to guide me where he wanted me to be.

I could feel him starting to climb toward his orgasm, so I slowed down. I didn’t want him to cum yet. We still had some time, and I was enjoying doing this so much. I’d never enjoyed giving Trevor blowjobs. Perhaps that was why I was no good at it, or at least he didn’t think so. From the reactions I was getting from Arnie, he had a different opinion. The feeling of power I had over him, knowing how much pleasure he was getting, was almost as good as getting it for myself.

I took a few seconds break, just holding him in my mouth, as his need to climax faded. I wanted to make this last and make it as good for him as I could. Once his orgasm had backed off sufficiently I started again, sucking and licking, gently squeezing and tugging at his balls as he climbed once more toward his release.

“Please,” he whispered. I don’t think he even knew what he was asking for, the sensations wracking his body too much for him to assimilate as he once more climbed the mountain toward the precipice that would have him plunging towards a blissful oblivion.

I’d intended to back of just once more before allowing him to cum, but I got the timing wrong. Just as I was about to stop, I felt him pass the point of no return.

Not wanting to spoil his orgasm, I pushed him right the the back of my throat, pressing my face into his belly. He let out a roar as he started to throb and pulse in my mouth, shooting copious amounts of cum straight down my throat.

I wanted to taste him, though, so I pulled back a little and held the head of his cock on my tongue as he continued to squirt. I lapped and massaged him with my tongue, lips, and fingers while he continued to writhe and shudder until he’d completely emptied himself into me.

I’d felt the tingles of a small orgasm as I’d taken his load in my mouth, but I was by no means sated. I thought it was good that we were pretty much out of time now; had we had even close to enough time, I’d have fucked him there and then, I was so horny.

Arnie shuddered for a final time, as I cleaned him off with my tongue, having swallowed everything he’d given me. Finally I placed a gentle kiss on the end of his cock and placed it gently down as I moved to sit by him on the sofa again.

Without hesitation he closed in and kissed me again. This surprised me as it was something Trevor would never do. He made me go clean my teeth before he’d kiss me after I’d done this for him. Arnie, though, seemed to have no problem with it.

“Thank you,” he said finally when we broke, both breathless. “Can I…,” he began but I shook my head gently.

“There’s no time,” I said. “You’re going to have to rush to get home in time as it is.”

“But you…,” he said.

“I’m fine,” I kind of lied. I was wound up tighter than a guitar string, but I really didn’t want to make him late. “If I’ve not put you off, then maybe next time?”

“Put me off?” he asked amazed. “You’re amazing. How could you think that you could do anything that would put me off?”

I smiled at him, knowing that he was being totally genuine. I could hear his thoughts, wanting so much to give me the release as I had for him. He worried that he’d be no good at it, but he was willing to try, to let me teach him how to please me, and I liked him even more for that.

“When can I see you again?” he asked.

“You could come over tomorrow,” I said. “If you’re not busy.”

“I don’t think I’ll be flying,” he said. “Dad says I need a few days after what happened. He’ll be taking my lessons tomorrow since we have our own plane back. Will it be just us?”

“Probably not,” I said. “Although we will possibly be able to get some time. But it will be good for you to get to know the rest of the family too. They are really nice and, if we’re together, you’ll be spending a lot of time with them too.”

He grimaced.

“Won’t they mind?”

“Not at all,” I said. “Caleb knows and likes you, and all the other girls think you’re wonderful after you saved his life. I think they’d all like to thank you.” I gave him a grin, and he paled.

“I….” he began but I laughed.

“Relax” I said. “They won’t do anything you don’t want them too. But I guess you’re going to have to get used to them being pretty relaxed around each other. It’s taken me a while but once you get used to it, it just seems natural.”

Arnie’s phone beeped and he started.

“I need to get going,” he said. “I feel really bad, I don’t like to be a panda.”

I laughed. “Really?” I said. “You’re going there?”

He grinned at me, but then he leaned forward and kissed me again.

“Thank you,” he said. “For tonight. Not just for… this, even though it was wonderful. I had a really really great time, and hope you did too.”

“I did,” I said. “Let me know if you’re coming over tomorrow.”

I stood up allowing him to get to his feet As he pulled up his pants, I couldn’t resist and swatted his bare rear, and he yelped.

“Intimate partner abuse,” he complained.

“Is it?” I asked. “Am I your intimate partner?”

“I hope so,” he said looking at me. I smiled at him.

“I’d like that,” I said.

We both got dressed, and I walked with him to the elevator, giving him a final kiss as we waited for the car to arrive. When it did, he backed into it. I considered riding down with him, but decided against, giving him a small smile as the doors closed.

I sighed, and then walked back to the suite.

Mary, Amanda, Jules, Ness and Melanie were waiting for me when I got back into the suite. I laughed as I saw them all perched on the bed in their night gear.

“Well?” Amanda asked, “How did it go?”

I’d been living with the girls for a few weeks by now, and over that time had become increasingly comfortable with them. I’d been sleeping in their bed since the fire and felt like I’d become a part of something that was even more than a family, if that was possible.

I would never have considered doing what I was about to do with anyone else, not even my parents, especially not my parents, but I gave them each the memory of my night with Arnie.

I saw their eyes glaze for a moment as they assimilated the memory.

“Awww,” said Ness. “He’s so sweet.”

“Tasted sweet too,” said Amanda with a grin. We all laughed.

“He’s a really nice guy,” said Jules. “I’d hold onto him if I were you.”

“I’m planning to,” I said.

“You realize,” said Mary, “that if you and he are going to get serious, you’re going to have to tell him about powers.

“Not yet,” said Jules. “Give the girl a chance.”

“I know,” said Mary, “but she needs to keep it in mind.”

“I will,” I said. “It’s still way too early yet, but if we’re getting really serious, I’ll let you guys know. We can tell him together. I’m not really worried about that.”

“Then what are you worried about,” asked Melanie.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m kind of worried how he will feel when it comes out that I sleep with you guys.”

“Are you planning on carrying on doing so when we move?” asked Jules.

I looked at her, a little concerned.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I thought….”

“No,” said Jules. “I don’t mean we don’t want you to. We do. I just wondered how you felt about it. Things are different here, and we just got burned out. I figured that once things settled down a bit you might want your own space again.”

I sighed.

“It seems weird,” I said, “even to me. Why the hell would I want to share a bed with my brother, my sister and their lovers? If I were looking on this from the outside, I’d be like ‘that is so wrong.’ But I’m not looking from the outside. I’m inside, and it doesn’t feel wrong. Being alone in bed feels wrong. Not having you guys close to me, being surrounded by yours’ and Caleb’s powers, and arms, and love, just feels so lonely.

“Even after Ness eats curry, and we have to nail the covers down”

“That was ONE time,” Ness complained as the other girls laughed.

“You know we’re happy to have you in with us,” said Mary. “Whatever you want to do is fine by us. I guess if Arnie stays over then you’ll want it to be just the two of you, but that’s up to you guys.”

I nodded.

“Now,” said Amanda. “There is one more little problem that we could help you with, if you want us to.”

I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what other problems I had.

“You’re wound up like a spring,” said Melanie. “You got yourself so turned on doing what you did to Arnie, but you’re still all pent up.”

My eyes widened a little when I realized what they were saying.

“It’s still too early, I think,” said Melanie, “for you and I. Although I’m not averse to it when you’re ready. But if you want, I’m sure that one or more of the other girls would be happy to help you out?”

“Help… me… out?” I said hesitantly.

Melanie smiled at me.

“Goodnight, Sarah,” she said, getting up and crossing to me. She kissed me gently on the cheek and then left the room, walking into the other suite.

“Good night,” said Jules, doing the same.

Ness looked at me for a long second, before following suit, leaving me alone with the twins. I was starting to tremble with a mix of fear and arousal.

“Caleb promised you,” said Mary, “that nobody would force you to do anything you didn’t want to. We’re not going to break his promise. We’re just offering to help you out. If you don’t want to, then we can all just go next door, and go to bed, to sleep.”

“Or,” interjected Amanda, “we could leave you alone for a little while, while you take care of your little problem, and then you can come join us in bed.”

“It doesn’t have to be both of us,” said Mary sensing my uncertainty. “If that’s…”

“It’s not that,” I interrupted.

Amanda tilted her head to the side.

“You’ve never been with a girl before?” she asked. I nodded mutely.

“That, and…” I began.

“And you just got with Arnie, and you feel like you might be being unfaithful?” asked Mary.

I nodded again.

“Nobody is going to force you,” said Mary. “But I’m sure Arnie wouldn’t want you all twisted up and not able to sleep. You’re not going to dump him for us. You don’t even have to tell him, although I think you will, and I’m sure he’ll be fine with it.”

The twins watched me for a second, and then smiled.

“Okay,” they said in unison. “We’ll give you some privacy. Come join us when you’re ready to sleep.”

They rose and made for the door. I so wanted to stop them, to ask them to stay, to help me out, to relieve the itch, the need that was burning inside me, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The door closed softly behind them.

Sighing, I went to have a shower. I couldn’t even bring myself to masturbate, to rid myself of the need burning inside me. I was just so screwed up just now I didn’t know what to do with myself.

After the shower, I put on a long T-shirt, and made my way into the other suite. Caleb and the girls were all in bed. Caleb was asleep, but the girls all looked at me as I entered. I blushed.

Amanda scooted back a little, making space for me between her and Caleb. Smiling my thanks I slid in beside my sibling, feeling Amanda’s warm body slip up behind me her arm across me. She kissed the back of my neck gently as they settled into sleep.

I, however, couldn’t sleep. The more I tried, the more the burning need inside me drove me insane.

I turned until I was on my back, sandwiched between Amanda and Caleb, rubbing my thighs together to relieve the itch that was driving me crazy. Slowly my hand sneaked down and I parted my legs a little, but I stopped just before I made contact. I couldn’t do this here, pressed up against my brother and one of his lovers. Nor could I get up. I’d just gotten into bed, and if I moved now I’d wake everyone up.

Suddenly I felt a breath in my ear.

“Let me help you,” Amanda whispered. I turned my head, my body tense and my eyes wet with tears of frustration.

“I don’t..” I began but Amanda smiled at me gently, and began stroking my leg.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” she said, stroking my leg, but each time her hand moved slightly higher.

I opened my mouth to say something, just as her fingers made first contact with the outer lips of my pussy. I jumped a little, letting out a little moan. That tiniest of touches had ramped up my arousal a few more notches and I was no longer able to make rational decisions.

Amanda leaned forward, and kissed me, her hand moving purposely toward my mound.

I groaned, allowing my legs to fall further apart, inviting her in, begging her to put out the fire that had been burning in my loins for most of the evening. I realized now that I should have taken them both up on their offer, allowed them to help me, to teach me, but I’d been scared. Not scared of them, but scared of what I was becoming. I’d seen how all the girls were with each other, and with Caleb, not to mention Josh and Louise, and I was scared that I was falling into the same trap, becoming what they were, as if that were something bad.

Amanda’s fingers started to stroke me. Gently at first, but soon finding a pressure and a rhythm that had me climbing toward orgasm so fast that I lost my breath. I’d been denied for so long that I was on a hair trigger, and the simplest of stimulation was bringing me off.

“Oh,” I said “I’m…”

“Hush, baby,” Amanda whispered in my ear. “Just relax.”

She played me like a maestro, touching me just as I liked to touch myself, finding all the places that I knew brought me pleasure, and some that I’d never tried myself. Within minutes I was panting uncontrollably my hips grinding into her hand as she brought me to the brink of orgasm. Gently she turned my head, bringing her lips to mine and kissing me, hard, as she finally tipped me over the edge. I tensed, screaming into her mouth as my pussy spasmed, the orgasm I’d been denied for so long ripping through me like a tsunami.

Amanda held me while I shook and spasmed, riding out my climax, until I was spent, lying panting, finally sated. I turned my head, looking straight into Caleb’s bright blue eyes. I’d thought he was asleep. I felt my face heating.

“Better?” he asked smiling gently at me.

I nodded mutely.

“Good,” he said kissing my forehead. “Goodnight.”

He closed his eyes.

I rested my head back, trying to make sense of what had happened, of what I’d done, or rather what I’d allowed Amanda to do to me. I should feel bad, I knew I should, but I didn’t. I just felt relaxed, warm, safe, and… and loved.

A slow smile crept over my face, as I finally realized what they’d been telling me all along. I’d only been denying myself. I was a power user. The rules for me were not the same as for people without powers. Okay, I wasn’t an Empath with a dire need to share, but nor was I a norm, with the old mores and morals I’d been brought up with. I had a family that loved me, and that I loved, and I wanted to be a full part of that.

I liked Arnie and knew that I could grow to love him if I let myself. He seemed like the perfect man for me, seemed like he’d fit right in with my new way of life, with my family. I’d seen how Josh and Louise were, how they loved each other with a passion that was unshakable, but how they each loved Caleb, and all the other girls too. I realized that I could have what they had, be what they were, perhaps even more so. I knew that Caleb and the rest of the girls shared a connection that I’d neither wanted nor been offered. I thought about that. Did I want to be a part of that? Could I be a part of that and still have a life of my own?

I fell asleep with those thoughts running through my mind.

Caleb:

The shaking of the bed woke me. I figured I’d been asleep for maybe an hour. Opening my eyes I could see Sarah on her back beside me, Amanda on her other side, apparently just about to bring her to orgasm. I raised my eyebrow to Amanda and she grinned at me.

“She needs this,” she sent to me. “She was so pent up after her date.”

Just then she turned Sarah’s head and kissed her as Sarah came, hard.

When it was over, Sarah turned her head and noticed I was awake. Her face flushed and she dropped her eyes.

“Better?” I asked her, a little amusement in my voice.

She nodded, without making eye contact.

“Good,” I said. I leaned forward a little and kissed her forehead, allowing just a trace of love, acceptance, and security to wash over her.

“Good night,” I said and closed my eyes, going back to sleep.

Four A.M. saw me up in the other suite with Melanie, running through katas. Once we’d done that we went out for a run. I wasn’t pushing Sarah to exercise as much, although I had told her it would be a good idea for her to start to learn a martial art. She just wasn’t a fan of early mornings. Melanie, though, wanted to be with me, wherever I was, no matter what I was doing. I wondered how she would manage when I went to Quantico.

Apart from that, since Melanie had TK, she needed to be stronger than Sarah, as it took more out of the body than Compulsion or Telepathy did, not that they were easy on the body in themselves. The more Sarah trained her powers, the more she’d realise that she needed to be physically fit, as well as mentally fit, to maximize her potential. I was letting her come to that realization on her own. I didn’t want her to think I was trying to boss her about.

Melanie and I took it easy this morning, only covering about ten miles, and arrived back at the hotel just as the other girls were getting up. We went and showered together and then joined the girls to go down for breakfast in the hotel restaurant.

Sarah didn’t seem to be able to meet anyone’s eyes. We needed to get past this before she guilted herself into problems.

“You okay,” I asked her as we ate.

She looked at me for a second.

“I…” she began. “About last night,”

We were alone in the restaurant, it being too early on a Sunday morning for most patrons.

“Regrets?” I asked.

After a moment’s thought, she shook her head.

“What then?” I asked. I knew that she needed to sort things out in her own head, but thought that talking it through might help.”

“I’m just not sure what happened, really.”

“You got yourself all wound up,” I said gently. “Amanda helped you out. It was no big deal, any one of us could and would have done the same for you, as we would for each other. I’m surprised at Arnie leaving you like that though.”

“That was my fault,” she said rushing to defend him. “I knew he had a curfew and how much time we had. I took the initiative and finished with him with no time for him to be able to do anything other than get dressed and go.”

“Why?” asked Amanda.

“I don’t know,” said Sarah after a moment’s thought. “It was the first time we’d done anything more than kissing. I guess I figured that since there wasn’t a lot of time, if things didn’t go to plan, I didn’t have to put up with it for too long.”

“And things didn’t go as planned,” I said with a smile. “Did they.”

She laughed a little. “No, not really. I had no idea I’d get so wound up doing that. I never did before.”

“You know that nobody is judging you, right?” I asked her.

“I guess,” she said.

“Except you.” I finished.

She thought about that for a minute.

“I don’t know what Arnie would think if he found out.”

“Ask him,” I said. “Because if he is serious about you then he’s going to have to come to terms with your family dynamic. You already said that you still want to carry on as we are when we move to the new place.

“A jealous boyfriend will assume that sharing our bed will mean more than just sleeping, no matter what you tell him. If he can’t get his head around that, then perhaps you need to rethink things.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like what is more important to you,” I said. “Your relationship with him or continuing to share our bed. I’m not going to tell you what to do, but lying to him is a very bad move, because he will find out eventually. You need to be completely up front with him about your living arrangements, whatever they might be. If you think that he’ll freak out and be jealous, then perhaps having your own room is the right move.

“But before even that,” I continued, “you need to figure out what you’re comfortable with. You know that we all love you, and that we’re all here for you, no matter what. You also know that, given our circumstances, things are different for us. Even when sharing is non-compulsory.”

I was deliberately using vague language because we were in public.

Sarah looked thoughtful. “I was thinking about this last night,” she said slowly, “after…” she glanced at Amanda who smiled kindly at her.

“When I came to live with you,” she said, “after what you said to Mom and Dad, I figured that I’d just stay on the periphery. You guys were okay together and it didn’t bother me what was going on, but I didn’t even think about getting involved. I’d just go to school and do my own thing.

“Don’t get me wrong, I was, am, grateful for everything you are doing for me, but I didn’t want to be a part of what you have. I just wanted to live my own life, especially since I had so much more to think about.”

“After the fire,” she went on, “things changed. I was scared. I seriously considered going back to my parents, but knew there was no way I’d be able to stay in school if I did, and that would be that. Not only that, if I hadn’t moved in with you then the house wouldn’t have been burned down, so I felt guilty about that.”

“That wasn’t your fault,” said Mary and Amanda simultaneously.

Sarah smiled.

“That’s still so creepy,” she said.

“I know, right?” said Ness.

“Nobody is blaming you for the fire,” I assured Sarah.

“I know,” she said, “but that almost makes it worse. Something else that it did do was kind of throw us all together. We’re having to share the suites upstairs, and that first night I didn’t want to be alone so I asked if I could stay with you guys.

“I’d never felt so safe, and secure, and loved before. And that includes when I was at home with my family. Getting into your bed felt like coming home. I don’t want to lose that.”

“Then you need to have a talk with Arnie,” I said. “But not necessarily right now. Why don’t you see how things go with him? Things are still early.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to start by lying to him,” she said. “That’s no way to begin any kind of relationship.”

“Is he coming over today?” I asked.

“I think so,” she said.

“Why not play it by ear?” I suggested. “Why don’t we all go out together? Maybe to the zoo? It’s a nice day. Perhaps if we go out as a group, we can all get a feel for him, and the dynamic with him. At the same time, he can learn about the dynamic between us all. That may make the ‘talk’ a little easier.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll text him and see if he’s interested.”

“But that doesn’t really address the original issue,” I told her. “Does it?”

“I think it does,” she said. “What Amanda did for me last night, I… I’m good with it. It was nice.”

“Nice?” said Amanda looking offended.

Sarah laughed. “It was amazing,” she said. “And I’m sorry I turned you guys down earlier. I just… wasn’t sure what I wanted, what I needed.”

“And now?” asked Mary.

“I want to be a part of the family,” she said. “A full part. Everything is different now, with what has happened, with who I am. I need my family with me, and as much as I love my parents, and my little brother, they don’t know, can’t know, what it’s like for us. Although Edgar might as he grows up. I think he’s in for a tough time poor kid.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she turned to me. “I don’t want a ring or be your fiancée. But I see how Josh and Louise are with you guys and how they have each other, but still are a big part of your family. That’s kind of what I want.”

I got a feeling of deja-vu, having had almost this exact same conversation with Dana and Gracie.

“Things are slightly different with Josh and Louise,” I said. “Firstly, they aren’t users, and secondly, they aren’t related. But I kind of get what you mean. Why don’t we take it a day at a time. We have plenty of time, and don’t need to rush into anything between us. Let’s figure out your relationship with Arnie first and then see where we go from there.”

“Of course,” put in Amanda, “we’re open to playing any time you’re up for it.” She grinned lasciviously at Sarah who laughed.

Sarah texted Arnie after breakfast. He responded positively, saying he’d come over about ten, and we could all go to the zoo together. I contemplated asking Josh and Louise if they wanted to join, but decided against. I didn’t want to completely overwhelm Arnie.

I went online and noted that we had to book, in advance, for a particular arrival time. I booked the tickets.

Just after ten, Arnie rang Sarah to say he was waiting outside for us all. Since we were going straight out again he didn’t want to pay the valet charge. We all piled downstairs.

Arnie got out of his car as we approached and Sarah pulled him into a hug.

He smiled at her and then blushed as he saw the rest of us looking on.

“Are you alright to take a couple in your car?” I asked him.

“Sure,” he said. Ness and Jules joined him and Sarah in his car, Sarah, of course, getting the shotgun seat. The valet brought my truck out and Mary, Amanda, and Melanie rode with me.

We arrived at the zoo in perfect time, and all had a great time. Sarah and Arnie spent quite a lot of time together, but she made sure that he also spent some time with each of the rest of us. When it was my turn, I found myself walking down a long path side by side with him.

“Why do I get the feeling,” he said to me, “that I’m being vetted?”

I laughed.

“It’s actually quite the reverse,” I said to him.

“How so?” he asked.

“Sarah likes you,” I said. “That goes without saying. But Sarah is part of our family, and she wanted you to get to know us. We don’t exactly conform to what might be considered the norm, so she wanted you to meet us all.”

“I don’t exactly conform to what might be considered the norm either,” he said. “I’m sure Sarah told you what I told her.”

“She did,” I said. “And I’m flattered. I don’t know if Sarah told you about me, but you and I have a similar outlook. We see people we are attracted to, regardless of who they are.”

“But you have so many girlfriends,” he said.

“Only because I haven’t met a guy I liked enough, and who liked me enough, for us to want to be together like that,” I said.

He glanced at me.

“For a while,” he said, “I thought I might. But then I met Sarah.”

I sighed. “Cast aside like an old shoe,” I said melodramatically, and he laughed.

“I think you have enough on your plate,” he said. “You can have too much of a good thing.”

“No,” I said. “When it comes to love, you can never have too much.”

“Don’t they ever get jealous of each other?” he asked me.

“Not at all,” I said. “What do you see when you look at my family?”

“I see a guy who has five fiancées. You have a harem.”

“And that’s your mistake,” I said. “Every one of us loves each of us. It’s not just me and five girls, it’s all of us, together. They don’t get jealous because we all have each other. Nobody is ever left out or left alone.”

He thought about that for a few minutes.

“Melanie is your sister too?” he said. It was phrased as a question, but I know he knew the answer.

“She is.”

“And you and she… are engaged?”

“You know I’m engaged to all my girls,” I said. “What you haven’t seen is that they are engaged to each other as much as they are to me. Legally we can’t all get married, but we can all be together.”

“What about kids?” he asked. “Aren’t you worried about that?”

“Not really,” I said. “When we’re ready to have kids, we can decide what to do about it then. For now, it’s not a problem.”

He looked sideways at me but didn’t say anything more. Soon after we rotated again, and he spent the rest of the time in the zoo with Sarah.

After the zoo we took a stroll up the wildwood trail, although we didn’t go more than a couple of miles before we were ready to turn around and walk back, not really being dressed for hiking.

On the way back to the hotel we stopped in for something to eat. We chose a small diner that had booths. Fortunately, they also had a big circular table which could seat us all, and I had some of the best ribs I’d tasted for some time.

Arnie declined the invitation to come up to the room when we arrived back at the hotel. He apparently had things to prepare for the following day. We left Sarah to say goodbye to him by his car and went up to the room. Sarah followed us up ten minutes later.

“You didn’t say anything then?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“I think,” she said, “that when it’s time, I’ll tell him about everything at the same time.”

“Everything?” I asked.

“About powers,”she clarified.

“You are hoping that he’ll be so blown away by that,” Amanda asked, “that you having sex with other people wont be such a big thing?”

Sarah smiled at her.

“No,” she said. “But it kind of puts things into context. Without knowing about powers, we just seem to be some kind of sex cult based around Caleb. Once you know about powers, things make a lot more sense. The issues of pregnancy, disease, and genetic anomalies all go away when you can explain why they aren’t a problem, which you can’t do without talking about powers.”

“Makes sense,” I said. “If that’s what you want, then we’ll do whatever you need.”

“So, the main question is…” Amanda said. “When are you going to tell him about powers?”