Caleb 80 – Gordon.

“Well,” said Jules, who had been standing un-noticed by our kitchen door, “Marcia called it.”

“It was only a kiss,” I told her. “I don’t think it really counts.”

“And you think that’s where it will end?” she asked with a grin. “I’m guessing before the semester ends…”

“She’s married,” I argued softly. “I’m not going to interfere in that.”

“You won’t be,” she said. “You might not have noticed, but I saw Chris watching through the bedroom window. He didn’t look at all upset.”

I glanced at the neighbor’s house. There was nobody at any of the windows.

“Oh,” I admitted. “No, I didn’t see him.”

“I guess you and they have something to talk about,” she said.

“Maybe we do,” I said thoughtfully.

I headed back into the house. Jules followed. I noticed the kitchen was empty with most of the girls being in the living room.

Jules sat down at the kitchen table and glanced at one of the other chairs meaningfully. I sat.

“How are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m good,” I said. “I think. Why?”

“Are you?” She asked. “I know that you think you are okay, but are you really?”

I cocked my head to the side as she looked at me. “You think otherwise?” I asked softly, not arguing but interested in her opinion.

“You realize,” she said, “that you’ve been about as interested in sex as I have since the shooting?”

I considered her for a few minutes, realizing that she was right. I’d not been in the slightest bit interested since that night. I’d been aware of things going on around me, the girls were perfectly happy to take care of themselves and each other, but I’d had no inclination to join in. Even now, I was thinking about it, I still had no interest.

I thought back to the kiss from Jane. Normally in the same situation I’d have been ready to go, even if I wasn’t going to take advantage of that particular situation, but although I’d enjoyed the kiss in and of itself, it hadn’t prompted any further desires on my part. I wondered about that.

“You think it’s because of the shooting?” I asked.

“Isn’t it?” she fired back. “Or have all five of us suddenly become completely unattractive to you, even when the twins and Melanie are actually going at it right next to you in bed?”

“Of course not,” I said, wondering how that sight had not had me sat up and begging to join in. “I just don’t…”

“It’s okay,” she said putting her hand over mine where it lay over the table. “Mom said that when Daddy came back from his last tour, it took him some time before he was interested again.”

“You can’t really compare…” I began but she shook her head.

“Yes,” she said interrupting me, “you can. It may not have been on the same scale, but it was still an incredibly traumatic experience. I think you still need to talk this out with someone. I’m not sure if Dianna is the right person, she’s too close. Maybe that woman you sent Danny to?”

“She’s a grief counsellor,” I said.

“She’s a counsellor,” Jules returned. “If she can’t help, then maybe she can suggest someone.”

“I don’t know,” I argued. “She has powers, and there’s no way I’m dropping my shields for a power user I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to,” Jules replied. “Counselling isn’t all about powers, is it?”

I chewed my lip. “I’ll think about it,” I said. Jules nodded, knowing that was probably the best she was going to get from me that night.

“Well,” she said changing the subject, “are you still going along to your ‘cooking lesson’ tomorrow?”

I grinned at her. “Of course,” I said.

“Good,” Jules said, “because I think Ness would have exploded if you’d put it off.”

I laughed. “She has been kind of looking forward to it,” I said. “And to be honest so have I. I just hope he doesn’t start shouting at Ness. I’m not sure I could stand by and watch him do that.”

“Really?” Jules said. “You think Ness would stand back and take that kind of shit, even from him?”

I thought about that, about Ness, Little Miss Fierce who’d wanted to take on several armed men with a baseball bat.

“Probably not,” I said with a laugh. Jules picked up my hand and kissed it.

“You know,” she said. “If you don’t want to go see a counsellor, you can always talk to us. . .to me. I may not have powers, or have qualifications in counselling, but I have something that none of them have.”

“What’s that?” I asked intrigued.

“I love you,” she said simply gazing at me – her eyes liquid pools that I adored to gaze into. “No matter what you do, or say, or think, about what happened that night, I will always love you.”

I pushed my chair back from the table, and Jules stood, came around the table, and climbed into my lap. It was her, and probably my favourite position for her. I always felt so much love from her even though she wasn’t able to use any powers. It radiated from her like heat from the sun. I sometimes worried that I wasn’t worthy of it, but I accepted it and basked in it all the same.

We sat like that for perhaps a half hour, not speaking. I wasn’t really even thinking about anything in particular, just enjoying the closeness and her love. Eventually she turned her head up to me and gave me a gentle ‘Jules’ kiss.

“It’s time you were in bed,” she said. “You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

I laughed.

“Yes, Mom,” I said and she poked me in the side, making me jump.

“Move,” she said sliding off my lap and to her feet. “Don’t make me get Ness.”

“That’s playing dirty,” I said getting to my feet. “But I’m going.”

I slipped past her, neatly dodging when she tried to swat my butt as I went by. I grinned at her, and danced out of the kitchen door, heading for the bedroom.

I slept well again, and for myself felt well. Jules’ comments about my sudden drop in libido did prey a little on my mind, and I wondered about it. Talking to Pops, and then Jeevan and Meena, had dispelled a lot of the guilt I had felt at shooting Green, but obviously there was some lingering issues that even I wasn’t a party to. Perhaps I would go speak to someone about it. I decided that if things hadn’t changed by the time I went to the ranch, I’d speak to Pops again and, after that, if there was still a problem, I’d maybe go and see a counsellor.

Unusually Ness woke up with Sarah, Melanie and I.

“Is it time to get up?” she asked, excited like a kid at Christmas.

“Not yet,” said Melanie, “unless you’re coming out for a run with us?”

Ness screwed up her face. We could hear the rain against the window. It wasn’t really windy but it wasn’t exactly warm either.

“No thanks,” she said. “I’ll see you when you get back.”

Sarah looked longingly at the bed. I could tell that she, too, would have liked to curl up and go back to sleep. Instead, she sighed and pulled on her running gear, ready to set to. As she bent over to tie the laces on her running shoes, I got an eyeful of her amazing ass, and something stirred in my shorts that I’d not felt for over a week.

“Stop ogling your sister’s ass,” said Melanie swatting me on my rear. “Unless, that is, you’d like to try a different type of exercise this morning?”

Sarah looked around, and blushed a little, but grinned.

“So,” she said, “how does it score against the legendary Angela?”

“I’d have to see them side by side,” I said, “to compare. It’s so close I couldn’t call it without them next to each other, to check.”

Melanie snorted. “We’ll arrange a line-up,” she said, “but we all want to be in it.”

“Like Naked Attraction?” said Sarah, “Just showing our butts so he can see who’s is best?”

Shaking my head, I made my way out into the rain, the girls giggling and following as we set out on our run.

We covered nearly eight miles that morning, despite the weather. We arrived back at the house hot, but soaked to the skin, with our legs covered in mud and road grime that had splashed up as we’d run.

We all stripped naked in the utility room, not wanting to drip mess through the house, and we put our wet gear into the washer. Then we went and showered.

Ness made breakfast, even more excited about our day ahead. We’d been given an address roughly an hour’s drive away where we were to go. We had to be there at eleven thirty. Apparently there was paperwork we had to do, releases and such, as there would be publicity shots being taken while we were there, and they wanted to be able to use the images.

I wasn’t that interested, but it struck me that it wouldn’t do Ness’ career any harm to get her image out there alongside such a well-known celebrity chef.

We saw the rest of the household off to their respective days. I closed the front door and looked at Ness who was standing behing me.

“Should we take our knives?” she asked.

“I’m sure there will be proper knives there,” I said. “Probably even better ones than we have.”

“Yeah,” she replied. “You’re probably right.” She pulled at her top. She’d dressed in her student chef’s uniform, but she looked at me, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and then back at herself.

“Do you think I should wear this, or just ordinary clothes?” she asked.

“Ness,” I said, “come and sit down.”

“I…” she began, then came and sat down beside me. She fidgeted though.

After about an hour, it was time to leave, and we jumped into my truck and set out for the address we’d been given.

I’d been expecting that we’d be going to a restaurant somewhere, to use their kitchen, but the address that we were taken to was actually some kind of warehouse, which, once we got inside had been kitted out just like a kitchen. Presumably it was a stage set, ready for whatever latest kind of filming was being done. There was no sign of the celebrity chef just yet, but we were taken on a tour of the facility and then had a multitude of paperwork to complete in preparation for his arrival.

It was about thirty minutes later when the door into the room where we’d been left opened. Gordon Ramsay entered.

“Good morning,” he said with a smile, holding out his hand towards me as I stood. “Gordon.”

“Caleb,” I said, and he shook my hand. He then looked at Ness.

Ness stared at him, eyes wide, for the moment a little star struck.

I felt a wash of affection from Gordon toward Ness, and caught a fleeting thought in his mind that she reminded him of his own daughter Holly.

“This is Ness,” I said.

He approached her and did the air kissy thing that people seem to do. “Good to see you, darling,” he said. “Are you a chef?” he followed up, noting her clothing.

“I… “ she began and then found her voice. “I’m in culinary school, just coming up to the end of my first term.”

“Nice,” he said, then looked at me, “and you?”

“I’m just finishing college,” I said, “ and hoping to join the FBI. But I like to cook.”

“He learned to cook for me,” Ness blurted, and Gordon looked at her quizzically. That required the telling of the story of how, as someone that could barely boil water, I’d gone out and learned to cook so I could cook her a meal on her eighteenth birthday.

“Wow,” he said. “Nice. What did you cook?”

“Moussaka,” I said. “It’s kind of become my go to.”

“So,” Gordon asked, “who was the lesson supposed to be for?”

“Ness bought it for me for my twenty first birthday,” I said with a laugh, “but I think the motives weren’t entirely altruistic.”

Gordon laughed and Ness blushed, and the look she gave me promised retribution, which made him laugh even more.

“Normally,” he said, “what we’d do is I’d run through a simple recipe, but I don’t think that would really challenge you. Let’s go in to the kitchen and let me see what you can do?”

“Sounds good,” I said. Ness not quite so flushed, but still not her normal self, just nodded.

We made our way into the kitchen. We waited a few minutes while he got changed into his chef’s whites, and then he came in and directed us each to a station.

“So,” he said to me, “what are you going to cook?”

I considered for a moment, and then went for my go to.

“Moussaka.” I said eventually.

“Nice,” he said. “everything you need ingredients wise will be in here,” he showed me the pantry.

Then he went to Ness. “Ness? What are you going to cook?”

Ness looked at him then grinned “Beef Wellington.” She said, almost challenging.

He grinned back at her. “Nice,” he said again. “Let’s see what you can do.”

We went into the pantry, gathered the ingredients required, and set to.

All the time we were working, Gordon watched.

“Good knife skills,” he commented as I chopped onions.

I’d finished the prep for my dish, and it was in the oven cooking. I looked across the kitchen at Ness.

“You need any help?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I’m all good thanks.” She’d just finished assembling her Wellington and it was ready to go into the oven. It would be ready probably before my Moussaka which needed a little more time.

Eventually both dishes were ready, and we plated them up. I, being me, ladled a generous amount onto the plate and took it up to the pass. Ness spent considerably more time plating her offering but soon enough the plates were sat side by side. Gordon evaluating them.

“Fuck me,” he said looking at my plate. “How many people are you feeding?”

“I’d eat that,” I said.

He looked at Ness. “Really?” he asked, and she nodded.

“He eats a lot,” she said. Gordon looked me up and down, then back to my plate.

“It kind of looks like a dog’s dinner,” he said, but took a forkful and tasted it. He chewed for a moment, before swallowing and taking another forkful.

“That,” he said, ”is bloody delicious. You learned to cook that for Ness?”

I nodded.

“That’s amazing,” he said. “Is that your only dish, or can you cook other things?”

“I get by,” I said. “But cooking is Ness’ passion, not mine. It’s a hobby but not something I’m going to make a living at.”

He nodded his understanding. “Well it’s a shame,” he said. “You can cook big man, let’s get that right.”

Then he turned to Ness’ plate. The Wellington sitting golden brown on the plate.

“What temperature were you going for?” he asked.

“Medium,” she said without hesitation.

Gordon sliced the Wellington open, displaying a perfect medium cook on the beef.

“That’s just about perfect,” he said. Then he cut off a chunk and tasted it.

He made noises of appreciation as he took another bite, and then another. In less than five minutes he’d eaten the whole thing.

After he finished, he looked from Ness to me, and then shouted for his publicist. She came over.

“Am I being pranked here?” he asked. She looked at him, a confused expression on her face.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You told me that they were amateur cooks,” he said.

“Ness is at culinary school,” I said.

“And you’ve not had any formal training?” he asked me. I shook my head.

“I have a friend who’s a chef,” I said. “I picked up some tips from her.”

He shook his head.

“Fucking hell,” he said, but then took a deep breath.

“You guys legitimately bought a cooking lesson?” he asked. “This isn’t some kind of wind up?”

We both shook our heads. “Not a wind up,” I added. “Ness bought this for her for my birthday.”

I grinned at her as she dug her elbow in my ribs.

“Okay then,” he said. “Then let’s go.” He glanced at his watch. “How are you with fish….”

We spent the next six hours, working with him, cooking and tasting various dishes. About four hours in, his publicist came in to tell him our time was about over, but he sent her away. It was only after she came back twice more, telling him that he had to get ready for another appearance, that he finally wound up the day.

He turned to us.

“Okay,” he said to me. “Let’s get something right. You can cook, big man. I don’t know how you learned to cook as well as you have in such a short time, but you could work in any kitchen with your skills.

“But you,” he turned to Ness, “were born to cook. Your passion and flair for food are amazing. You have an open job offer in any of my restaurants, just give me a call and I’ll make it happen. I think you’re wasting your time at school, they have nothing to teach you. Get out there and work in a kitchen. You need experience of working in a commercial kitchen, but you already know everything that culinary school will teach you.

“If you ever need a reference, just give me a call.” He presented her with a business card. “Don’t lose that passion, and never stop learning.”

His publicist finally pried him away from us, and we were led back out to my truck. Ness wore a huge grin which I doubted would leave her face for a good while.

It was still in place when we pulled into our driveway, just after seven.

The girls crowded around as we arrived home, peppering us with questions. We’d both taken many photographs on our phones while we’d been working and Ness gave everyone a blow-by-blow account of our afternoon.

Amanda looked smug when I told them that Gordon had told Ness that she was wasting her time at culinary school.

“What are you going to do?” asked Jules.

“I don’t know,” Ness responded. “I need to talk to Mom and Daddy. I’m thinking I should drop out and go find a job, but I don’t want to be a dropout.

“Well,” I said, “we’re going up there next weekend, so you can have a sit down with them then.

“When are we travelling up?” Melanie asked.

Daddy’s sending the jet Saturday morning. It will be waiting for us by ten.

“Then we’d best not have too late a night next Friday night,” I said with a grin. “Are we still having a house-warming party?”

“Too right,” put in Amanda with vehemence. “I’ve already invited Bob and Angela, Sue and George, Dana and Gracie, Jane and Chris, and a few more people from school.”

“I’m going to make a load of finger food, and there are a couple of people from my school I’ve invited,” put in Ness.

“Arnie said he’s coming and asked if he can bring Danny, too,” said Sarah.

“Grandmother said she might stop in,” said Mary. “I don’t think Maggie will though.”

“We’d best go and get some drinks in,” I said. “I’ll go to the Discount Warehouse over the weekend and stock up.”

“What are we doing this weekend?” asked Melanie.

“Arnie’s working saturday,” said Sarah a little sadly. “Unfortunately, most people take lessons on the weekend, so that’s his busy time.”

“Is he coming over tonight?” I asked. She nodded with a smile.

“He’ll be here shortly,”

“I’d best get dinner on then,” said Ness moving into the kitchen.

There was a knock on our back door. When Ness opened it, Jane asked if she might have a word with me.

All my girls smiled at me as I stood and walked through the door and into the yard.

“Hi,” I said. She smiled at me.

“Hey,” she said. “Can we talk?”

“Sure,” I said indicating the seats. I noticed that someone had closed the back door behind me, giving Jane and me some privacy. She took a seat and I sat opposite her.

“Can I get you a drink?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“I’ve been talking to your fiancées,” she said. I said nothing, waiting for her to get to her point.

“They tell me that you have an… open relationship?” It was a kind of question – I could tell from the upward inflexion of the last syllable - but I still didn’t answer. I was torn between amusement and annoyance. Once more, my girls were doing things behind my back.

Jane waited for me to say something. I didn’t. After a moment, she forged ahead.

“Chris and I,” she said, “are not what you’d call a normal couple either. I think I told you I was brought up in the bible belt, and that my family were not overly impressed with my choice of partner.”

“You told me you weren’t married,” I remembered, “and that he was an atheist. You intimated that that was why your family didn’t approve.”

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” she said. “You see… Chris and I, we are a little more adventurous than my family were prepared to accept.”

“Adventurous?” I asked. Knowing full well what she meant but wanting her to spell it out.

“In the bedroom,” she said. “We like to experiment with new things, and we also like to invite others into our bed from time to time.”

“And your family knew about this?” I asked, surprised that she’d allow her family to find that out about her personal life, especially given their religious proclivities.

“Someone we invited back,” she said, her eyes downcast a little, “thought they could make some money by blackmailing us. They threatened to tell my family if we didn’t pay them money. We refused, and so they did.”

“That is illegal,” I said. “I hope they were arrested.”

“No,” she said. “Even if we’d wanted to bring it to the local law enforcement, you have to remember where we were. They are all god-fearing bible thumpers down there. Their view would have been that what we were doing was a greater sin than mere blackmail. Besides, it would have been our word against hers. I was disowned by my family and we moved away. This was one of the reasons that Chris needed a job and signed up with Green and his organization.”

In my head, I started to plan revenge against the blackmailer, but immediately dismissed the thought. As a vampire I once read about would say; ‘Not my circus, not my monkeys, not my problem.’

“Anyway,” she went on, “I’m getting kind of distracted. I wanted to talk to you because, even before what happened the other night, Chris and I had talked about you guys. As you might imagine our sex life has been pretty much nonexistent since we entered WitSec. Kirsty wasn’t sleeping for more than a couple of hours in a row and, even when she was, we were so tired that when we went to bed, we instantly went to sleep. It has only been since you’ve been getting Kirsty off to sleep that we’ve bene able to spend any real time together.”

“I’m happy for you,” I said. “I’m sure you needed that. Once you get Kirsty back into a good sleeping routine, I’m sure you’ll have a lot more time for you.”

She nodded.

“I expect so,” she said. “And… we were hoping that perhaps you guys might be interested in maybe joining us from time to time?”

“All of us?” I asked, wondering just how that would work.

“Not all at once,” she laughed. “I’m not sure we’re quite THAT adventurous, at least not yet, but maybe one, or two, at a time. I’d like, though, for the first time, if you’re interested, for you to join us. I can assure you that we’re both clean, we used to get tested on a regular basis but, since we’ve been in WitSec, we’ve not really had any time for each other let alone anyone else.”

Just then, Melanie poked her head out of the kitchen door.

“Dinner’s ready,” she said. I nodded in her direction.

“I’ll be a minute,” I said. Melane retreated back into the house, closing the door behind her.

I looked back at Jane.

“You haven’t really had a lot of time for yourselves,” I told her. “Are you sure you want to start being adventurous so soon? How will Chris feel about it?”

“It was his suggestion that I ask you,” she said, “and yes, he knew I kissed you. He was watching out of the window.”

“Are you sure it’s not just about what happened the other night?” I asked. “You don’t owe me anything you know. I don’t expect…”

“I’d be lying if I didn’t say that what happened the other night didn’t enter into our conversation,” she said. “But we had talked about it even before then. You are nice people, good people, all of you, and you, Mr. Stott, are a good man. Chris and I talked about you the night you moved in, and both said that if we were ever in a position to play again, you would be the first we would ask.

“Just think about it?” she asked. “Now you’d better go get your dinner before Ness comes out here and drags you in by your ear.”

I smiled. “I guess,” I said rising from my seat.

“Talk later?” she said, and I nodded at her, knowing that one of them, either her or Chris would be outside with Kirsty when it was her bedtime.

I went and sat down for dinner. I looked around the table.

“We were just talking,” said Amanda defensively. “And this was before…”

I grinned. “I might have known,” I said. “Is there anyone in the neighborhood you won’t try and get me into bed with?”

Amanda tilted her head as if thinking.

“Not really,” she said. “They are all young and fit and would make great sharing partners.”

“I suspect we have enough of a relationship with Jane and Chris for it not to count as sharing,” I commented.

“You have to have some fun sometime,” she argued, “and, you have to admit, considering their age they’re pretty awesome. Since we no longer have the gloryhole…”

“All right,” I said. “I give in. She did mention that they’d like to invite more than just me though. Maybe not the first time, but from time to time. She specifically mentioned a set of twins.”

Amanda grinned. “I’m sure we’d be happy to help out.” Mary shook her head, but she was smiling, and there was more than a hint of purple in her aura also.

I saw Arnie, who’d arrived while I was out on back talking to Jane, looking around the table, a strange look on his face. “What’s a gloryhole?” he asked.

Sarah looked at him in amazement.

“You don’t know what a gloryhole is?” she asked.

He shook his head.

She looked at me, waiting for me to explain.

“I think you should explain it to him,” I said with a grin. She blushed but then stuck her tongue out at me.

“It’s a hole,” said Louise, “usually cut between either two toilet stalls, or between two video booths in an adult store. The idea is that a guy puts his cock through and whoever is on the other side can do whatever they want with it.”

Arnie blushed, but then thought about it.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” he asked. “Couldn’t someone like – cut it off or something?”

“I guess in the past,” I said, “that may have happened. It apparently used to be a ‘go to’ for gay men to hook up when it was still illegal to be gay. Nowadays it’s usually a lot safer though. The specific gloryhole Amanda is talking about though was in the fence between us and our neighbors at our last house.”

“Your neighbors?” asked Arnie. I debated what to tell him.

“Yeah,” said Louise. “They were actually…”

“Louise?” I interrupted her.

“What?” she said. “Arnie’s family. He won’t say anything.”

Arnie looked from me to Louise and back again.

I sighed.

“If this gets out,” I said, “it could cause some people a lot of pain and distress so please don’t say anything.”

“I won’t,” he promised.

“Our neighbors at our other house,” I told him, “are actually a brother and sister couple, living as man and wife. They also have a rather specific fetish about anonymous sex. They’d cut a gloryhole in the fence between our houses.”

“And did you…” he asked but stopped.

“We had some fun through the hole,” I told him, “yes.”

I could see he was flushed, and his aura was a rich deep purple.

“I think he likes that idea,” said Amanda regarding him. Arnie’s face went an even deeper red.

“This is so not fair,” he said looking around the table. I could tell he was not really upset.

Sarah, who was sat next to him, slid her hand into his lap.

“He definitely likes the idea,” she said. Arnie jumped as she squeezed his erection through his trousers.

“Hey!” he said, but I noticed he didn’t move her hand.

Sarah leaned in and whispered something in his ear. Arnie’s eyes went wide, and I saw him glance toward Louise. His aura went, if possible, an even deeper shade of purple. His eyes strayed to Josh who was grinning at him over the table.

“Stop tormenting him,” I told Sarah.

“I was just telling him about my possible training with Josh and Louise.” She said looking at me with wide innocent eyes. “I thought he might like to help.”

“I’m sure he would,” said Melanie. “I mean, it’s what a good, helpful fiancé would do surely.”

“And you know we’re always up for helping you guys train,” said Louise, her aura also a deep purple.

I looked around the table, noting that pretty much everyone, aside from Jules, were showing signs of arousal. I wondered where this was going. I had to admit that I too was starting to feel a little horny.

“Help how?” asked Arnie, not fully up to speed with events. I had a flashback to a night almost a year ago, when I had used my Compulsion on Josh and Louise and made them orally satisfy everyone present. That memory ramped up my own arousal. I noticed Mary looking at me, with a small smile on her face, then wondered if this had been arranged for my benefit.

If it was, it was working. I was now definitely horny.

“Can we at least finish dinner?” asked Jules, who was still eating. Everyone else had kind of stopped as things had started to heat up.

“Good idea,” I said, returning to my food, although I wasn’t, in fact, that hungry. We’d eaten quite a lot during the cooking session and my arousal had kind of supplanted my desire to eat. Everyone else went back to their respective dinners.

After dinner, we cleared up and Sarah grabbed Arnie’s hand and took him into their bedroom. Josh and Louise also went to their room, so by the time Ness and I had finished clearing away the dinner things, there was only the twins, Melanie, Jules, Ness, and I left.

“So it was all for my benefit?” I asked Mary.

“Not all of it,” she said. “Yes, we were hoping that we could resurrect your libido a little, but Sarah also wanted to at least get Arnie thinking about becoming, shall we say, more active with the family. She’s trying to ease him in gently.”

“Better than just ramming herself onto him” said Amanda with a grin, “like she did the first time.”

“Not what I meant,” said Mary with a laugh, “but you’re not wrong. I don’t think it will be too much longer before Arnie gets his horizons broadened.

“I hope she doesn’t push him too fast,” I said. “He needs to find his own pace.”

“She knows,” said Amanda.

We made coffee and took it into the living room. I sat and, as usual, one of the girls slid into my lap. Normally it would be either Jules, Ness, Melanie, or latterly even Sarah, if Arnie wasn’t here. This time it was Ness. She looked thoughtful.

“Have you decided what you’re going to do about school?” I asked. She shook her head.

“I’m thinking that I don’t need to finish,” she said. “With what we got from Daisy, I effectively got the entire course in any case. Then you got the memories from the chef at Coquine. It’s only really two things, well three, that make me want to stay at college.”

“And they are?” I asked.

“First,” she said. “I’ve been pestering Daddy to send me to culinary school forever. I don’t want him to think I’m a quitter.”

“Well,” I said, “he knows how our powers work, and he knows that you’ve effectively sat the course if not in person. Pops isn’t dumb, he’ll understand.”

“But I won’t have the qualification.” She argued.

“Did that matter to Gordon Ramsay?” I asked. “What did he say?”

“He said I was wasting my time there,” she admitted.

“And if there’s anyone you should take advice from about a culinary career?” I left that sentence hanging.

“Then there’s us,” she said.

“Us?” I asked.

“If I start in a restaurant,” she said, “I’m going to be working long hours, probably six days a week. I’ll never see you guys.”

“At first,” I said. “Just like I’m going to be away for 20 weeks for training, and then going on assignments, and possibly even going undercover. That’s what happens when we begin our careers. Of course, we could all just move to the farm and live up there, spending all our time together. I’m sure that Pops and Cheryl would be happy enough for us to do that. We have enough money that none of us really needs to work, but I doubt that any of us would be satisfied. We all had aspirations, you probably more so, because you always knew that you never had to work, yet you worked hard to learn to cook, even before you went to college.

“It’s been your dream for so long that nobody was going to stand in your way, not even you. All you need to know is that we will be here for you no matter what, when you need us.”

She looked up at me for a moment and then snuggled into my chest.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve a family like you guys,” she said.

“We are just as lucky,” I told her, “that you are a part of our family.”

“What’s the third reason?” I asked after a moment.

She looked up at me. “What?”

You said three things.

“The qualification,” she said. “I need it to get a job in the first place. No matter what Gordon Ramsay says, unless I want to get a job washing dishes, I won’t even get through the door if I don’t have a degree from Culinary School.”

“Not necessarily.” I said. “I just happen to know the head chef at Coquine. Perhaps he might be willing to give you at least a trial, especially when I mention to him what Chef Ramsay said. If I remember correctly, they both worked at the same place for a while although I’m not sure if it was at the same time.”

“You think?” she asked.

“I’m seeing him in a few days,” I said. “I could ask him.”

“Let me talk to Daddy and Mom first,” she said. “I don’t want to quit college without speaking to them first.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll hold off until after the break. After that though, I’m going to see if he’s interested in hiring the best new chef in the state.

“The country,” said Melanie smiling at Ness, who blushed.

Jules, who was sitting next to us on the couch, ruffled her kid sister’s hair a little.

“I’m sure that Mom and Daddy will be proud of you whatever you want to do,” she said. “I know I am.”

Ness looked up at her big sister. “Thanks, sis,” she said. I could feel the love between the sisters, and I reveled in it. This was family as far as I was concerned. Yes all the sex was nice, more than nice in fact, but just these times when we just sat together, talking and loving each other, meant more to me than everything else. I looked around at my family and noted that they were now all looking at me.

“What?” I asked.

“We agree,” said Mary. The other girls nodded. I guessed they must have caught my thought through the connection.

“When are you going to bring Sarah into the connection?” asked Ness. “And Arnie?”

“You think they’d want to?” I asked.

“Sarah definitely does,” said Jules. “We’ve talked about it a few times. Now that her and Arnie are engaged there’s no reason not to.”

“True,” I said. “But Arnie?”

“He’s family too,” Amanda said. “Don’t you want to?”

“Do you not think it will be too much for him?” I asked.

“Quite the opposite,” said Mary. “I think it would be good for him. It will include him much more thoroughly in the family he’s joining, it will show him just how much Sarah loves him, and also how we all feel about him. It will probably help him overcome his fears about Sarah sharing too. I know that she’s starting to feel the itch but has been putting it off because of how she thinks it will make him feel.”

“Also,” picked up Amanda, “on the nights when they aren’t physically together, they can still be. You should do it before Sarah goes to her parents for the break. That’s going to be difficult for him, but even more so for her since she’s going to be separated from all of us as well.”

“That’s a good point,” I said. “We’ll discuss it, perhaps over the weekend. With regard to Sarah sharing does she have anyone in mind?”

“Not really,” said Ness. “While she’d be happy for it to be you or Josh, it wouldn’t really work for sharing since she knows you so well in the first place. However, she did mention that she didn’t want to sleep with anyone else until…”

“Until?” I prompted.

“Until she’d had you,” said Amanda. “She was determined that Arnie was going to be, and would always be, her first but she wants you to be her second. She has been trying to engineer it but your lack of response over the last couple of weeks kind of frustrated her.”

“We thought,” said Melanie, “that the sight of Mary, Amanda, and I all together might have got your motor running. Sarah was going to ‘help you out’ then, but you just went to sleep.”

“Ah,” I said. “I just…”

“We know,” said Mary. “But if tonight is anything to go by, perhaps you have your mojo back?”

Ness wriggled in my lap some, then giggled. “I’d say,” she said feeling my response.

“I see Jane in her yard, still trying to get Kirsty to sleep,” said Mary looking through the window. “She keeps looking at our house, I think she’s hoping that you’ll go help, and…”

“Why not,” said Amanda, “go and play next door for a while.”

I followed Mary’s gaze through the window. Jane was indeed pacing her back yard, bouncing Kirsty in her arms. The child was looking around, showing no signs of going to sleep. I watched for a minute or so and saw Jane darting looks at our house every few seconds.

Ness slid out of my lap. “Go on,” she said. “Make them happy. Don’t they deserve a little happiness after what they’ve been through?”

“You make me sound like Santa,” I complained, getting to my feet.

“I hope not,” said Jules. “He only comes once a year.”

There was generalized laughter at that.

I closed the kitchen door quietly. Jane didn’t notice me for a few seconds until she turned around and looked once more at our house. She jumped a little on seeing me standing there.

“Hey,” I said. She smiled. Kirsty, on seeing me, put her arms out wanting me to take her.

I went to them both, collected the child who immediately snuggled into me.

Jane watched for a moment.

“I’m kind of jealous,” she said.

“You’ll get there,” I said, “once she feels that you’re not so wound up any more.”

“Not what I meant,” Jane said with a smile.

I laughed softly. “So you were serious?”

“You think I was joking?” she asked.

“Not really,” I said. “I just… well… for the last couple of weeks I haven’t really been that interested in… well… you know.”

“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry. If it weren’t for our mess, then you’d not have had to do what you did. I…we…will be forever grateful, but I wish you didn’t have to suffer for our mistakes.”

“They weren’t mistakes,” I said instantly. “What you did was right. Mistakes were made, probably by more than one person, but neither you nor Chris were at fault. There was plenty that could have been done differently by a few people, me included, but we can’t change what happened. We can only move forward.”

“And can you?” she asked moving closer to me. “Move forward that is?”

“I think so,” I said. I looked down at the child in my arms who was by now, predictably, fast asleep. Absently I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Jane smiled.

“I think you’re going to be her favourite uncle,” she said.

“I’m going to miss her when we’re no longer neighbors,” I admitted.

“Kids and cats?” she teased, and I smiled.

“They grow on you,” I said.

“Will you put her to bed?” she asked me and, without waiting for an answer, turned toward her house. I followed.

On the way I did spare a glance at our house and noted that there were no less than five people at the window, all grinning like maniacs. I chuckled to myself and shook my head as I entered the neighbor’s kitchen.

I saw that the crime scene tape had been removed from their living room and the house was back to its usual state. I glanced through the door and saw that they’d moved the furniture around. Also the rug that had been on the floor was gone leaving the bare wood. I guessed that there were some stains that couldn’t be removed.

Following Jane, I mounted the stairs to the second floor and headed into Kirsty’s room. Gently I placed her into her bed and tucked the bedding up around her to make sure she kept warm.

When I’d finished I turned to see Jane and Chris standing behind me. They were holding hands but both looking at me. For a moment I felt a little like a gazelle being eyed up by a pride of lions. It sent a delicious thrill up my spine, and I could feel myself stiffening at the prospect of what was to come. Both of their auras were deep purple, although there were flashes of yellow in them, more in Jane’s than Chris’.

“Jane said she spoke to you?” said Chris, his tone made it a question.

“She did,” I said.

“And?” he asked.

“I’m here,” I said.

At that Jane released her not-husband’s hand and moved to me, put her arms around my neck, and pulling me into a hungry kiss. This time I reciprocated, holding her to me and entering the battle of tongues that was being fought between us. She ground herself into me and mewled deep in her throat when she felt my reaction pressing into her.

After a few moments she broke the kiss.

“Not really the place for this,” she said as she took my hand and led me from her daughter’s bedroom. Chris closed the door as he followed us across the hallway and into their room.

Once more, Chris closed the door. The room was warm, possibly overly so, and while the lights were on, they were dimmed. They were obviously going for atmosphere. I didn’t mind.

Jane closed on me again, rejoining our kiss. This time, she didn’t hold me but started in on my clothes, unbuttoning my shirt, and sliding her arms inside, running her hands over my bare flesh. I jumped a little at her cold hands and she laughed into my mouth as we kissed.

“Sorry,” she said breaking the kiss once more.

She stepped away a little and began to undo her blouse. I watched as she revealed her body to me.

I’d guess Jane’s age at late twenties. She’d had a child and her body showed evidence of it. Her breasts were large, sagged a little when she removed her bra, and there were some blue veins visible. Her waist was trim, but there was also some evidence, some marks of where she’d expanded to carry her child, and some skin that wasn’t quite as tight as it might have been.

Despite, or rather because of, all that, I thought she was beautiful. I told her so.

She smiled at me and closed for another kiss. While her hands were still cool, her body, which she pressed up against me was warm. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest and her nipples, which were diamond hard, digging into me. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass, pulling her against me.

I felt her hands at my belt, undoing my pants, and reciprocated, undoing her jeans and easing them down off of her hips.

We were soon both naked and, as she drew me back toward her bed, I looked around looking for Chris. He too was naked and, standing off to one side, stroking his erection and smiling.

Jane sat on the edge of her bed, bringing her face level with my crotch, and wasted no time taking me in her mouth. I gasped a little as her hot mouth enveloped me, her tongue creating very pleasant sensations on the underside of my head as she took me deeper and deeper, until her nose was pressed into my belly. I moaned.

“She’s very good at that,” Chris said, “isn’t she?”

He was standing beside me now, almost hip to hip. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and smell him, his aftershave, his musk. I felt my cock throb in anticipation of what was to come.

Jane pulled back releasing me from her mouth, but held me in her hand, slowly stroking me as she shifted her focus to her ‘husband,’ taking his cock in her mouth, slowly taking him to the root. Chris moaned.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “That’s so good.”

For the next few minutes Jane alternated between mine and Chris’ cocks, stroking and sucking on us. While she worked on Chris, I leaned forward slightly and stroked at her body, finding her nipples and playing with them gently. I watched her reaction and found that she liked gentle play, but her experience of breast feeding had made her nipples overly sensitive, and she didn’t like even the slightest bit of rough play. I stayed gentle and could sense her arousal building.

Jane released us and slid up on the bed.

“Amanda tells me,” she said looking at me, “that you have a very talented tongue. Will you show me?”

I grinned at her and followed her onto the bed, covering her body, and capturing her lips in a kiss.

I could taste both myself and Chris on her tongue as we kissed, the flavor ramping up my own arousal to an even higher pitch.

She moaned into my mouth as we battled tongues and I continued to stroke at her body, once again using my powers to find out where and how she liked to be touched.

Finally, I released her mouth and began to work my way down her body, kissing and licking at her neck, and then moving down to her breasts. I felt her tense a little as I took one nipple in my mouth. She expected a spike of pain as I chewed on it, but I simply sucked on it gently, circling it with my tongue and pulling gently with my lips. I kept my teeth well away and she releaxed into the sensation sighing in pleasure.

I felt the bed move as Chris climbed on, and Jane turned her head as he offered his cock up to her mouth. She took him inside and began suckling on him, not moving a great deal but using her tongue and lips to stimulate the tip of his member. He moaned again in pleasure.

While that was going on, I moved further south lapping and kissing at her body, until I was laid comfortably between her legs. I kissed her mound, and she pressed up against me moaning around Chris’ cock.

I’d had ideas of teasing her, of moving further down and kissing her legs, but I could feel the need in her and knew that, at least for the first time, she just needed to come, to release. In the back of her mind she was also worried that Kirsty would wake up and interrupt what was going on so, while she’d have loved to take her time about this, we needed to move things on.

I shifted my focus a little, and lapped gently, tasting her, sliding my tongue up and around the outside of her lower lips.

She moaned again, once more moving her hips to try and increase the contact between us. I licked again, this time splitting her lips and circling her entrance with the tip of my tongue. I made it almost all the way to the top, just stopping short of her clitoris, before sliding back down and slipping my tongue inside her, pushing it as deep as I could reach without using powers. That might come later.

Jane mewled in semi protest around Chris’ cock. Chris was holding her head now, and gently pushing about half his length in and out of her mouth. I could feel his arousal building at the thought of me eating out his wife, but what he really wanted was to see me fuck her. He loved to watch Jane’s face as she came on someone else’s cock, as she felt herself being filled with cum. He also loved either going down on her after, or simply just fucking her after she’d been filled by another man.

I decided to find out a little more about my current lover, and lifted her legs slightly, sliding my tongue even further south, before probing gently at her asshole with the tip. Jane seemed to hiccough and tense. This was a strange sensation to her. She’d never considered anal sex before and the thought scared her, but the sensations that my tongue was eliciting from her asshole was certainly making her consider it now. I set that aside as a project for the future. Perhaps, if they played often enough, Amanda would help her to discover that particular pleasure. For now, though, I moved back up allowing her legs to fall onto the bed and finally, after another circuit around her opening, slid my tongue to the top of her slit and lapped gently at her clit.

I heard her mewl again and she pressed her pussy into my mouth, wanting me to concentrate where I was. I obliged and lapped and sucked at her clit as her ‘husband’ continued to fuck her face. Both of them moaned in pleasure and I smiled to myself slightly as I increased both the tempo and the pressure of my stimulation, feeling Jane’s orgasm beginning to build.

Reaching up with my hand, I cupped her breast and began once more to gently roll and stroke at her nipple. Once more she tensed at first contact, expecting me to be rough and start pinching her overly sensitive flesh, but after a few seconds she relaxed. I surprised her, since she’d never managed to explain to anyone, not even Chris, how sensitive her nipples were.

My other hand had snaked up and, after using my fingers to spread her pussy wide and causing her clit to pop out even further, I slipped a couple into her and began stroking them in and out, paying particular attention to her special spot.

Jane’s orgasm was building nicely now, and she was grinding her hips into my face, using one hand to hold my head in place and the other to wank Chris’ cock. She’d allowed him to slip from her mouth, and was laid back, her head on the pillow, moaning slightly as I brought her closer and closer to climax. Chris was watching us, his own pleasure forgotten as he became more and more engrossed in his ‘wife’s’ reaction to what I was doing to her. He knew that she was close to orgasm and he was watching her face, not wanting to miss the moment.

It didn’t take much longer. I could feel her building quickly toward her peak and for a moment considered holding her back for a short while to make it even better for her. In the end I decided against, and simply made her cum, sucking at her clit as I pumped three fingers in and out of her pussy, stroking her g-spot over and over, as she writhed and panted gripping my head now in both her hands and pressing my face into her pussy as she rode out her climax on my tongue.

I continued to kiss and lick at her gently, bringing her down and allowing my fingers to slip out of her, until my final kiss caused her to jerk in aftershock.

I moved slightly and kissed her belly as she lay panting on the bed.

“She wasn’t wrong,” she panted. “Thank you. That was…”

“That was amazing,” said Chris. He looked down at Jane, his face full of love, then shuffled back a little giving himself room to bend forward and kiss his ‘wife.’

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked her softly.

“Oh yeah,” she said. “Thank you.”

“I don’t think it’s me you should be thanking,” he said with a smile and glanced at me where I was still lay between his ‘wife’s’ legs.”

“I’m going to thank him next,” she said looking down at me with a predatory grin.

I smiled up at her from my position lower on the bed.

“Come up here,” she said. “I want to see if the other stuff Amanda told me was true.”

I smiled at her as I moved up her body, kissing as I went, eliciting shivers and moans. I stopped briefly to pay attention to her breasts, gently stroking and kissing them.

“You are so gentle,” she said. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” I said lapping gently at one nipple while I stroked my fingers around the areole of the other.

“Liar,” she said laughing, and, taking my head in her hands, pulled me up for another kiss.

I lay almost on top of her, her arms linked around my neck and taking most of my weight on my elbows as we kissed. My erection was hot, pressed between us and, once more, she began to grind her hips against me.

“Inside,” she breathed. “Please.”

I tilted my hips back a little, creating a space between us, and gently repositioned, bringing the tip of my cock down to rub against her soaking lips.

I pushed forward slightly and my cock slipped between her lips and slid down across her entrance. The root ground into her clit as her lips kissed my shaft. She moaned as I pulled back and tried again. Once more the angle wasn’t quite right and, once more, the head of my cock slipped between her lips but across her entrance.

“Chris,” she growled in frustration and, before I knew what was happening, I felt a firm hand on my cock, squeezing gently as he lined me up, using the tip of my cock to part her lips before holding me to her. Once I was in position, he let go and then put his hand on my ass, pressing me forward and pushing me deep inside his ‘wife,’

“Yesssss,” Jane moaned as I entered her. I just moaned in pleasure.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but she was almost scaldingly hot, soaking wet, and gripped me like a Chinese finger puzzle. We lay there, with me buried balls deep inside her, while we both caught our breath.

Marcia’s words echoed in my head. “I’ll give it two weeks before you’re balls deep in that one.”

I grinned to myself as I started to move. Moving slowly at first, I pulled out almost my entire length, before sliding back in as deep as I had been before. I pressed deep inside her, trapping her clit between us both and grinding a little to stimulate it.

“Please,” she whined. “Don’t tease me.”

I pulled out again, and pressed forward once more, a little faster this time, before starting a steady stroking rhythm in and out of her, while her pussy clutched and sucked at me, determined to draw out my essence deep inside of her.

We kissed again as I pumped into her, our tongues battling as I continued to plunder her depths with my cock. Her pussy was making squelching sounds as I drove in and out at an ever increasing speed.

Once more I could feel her orgasm building, only this time I’d decided I was going to stretch things out a little and make her cum as I hit my own peak, which I could feel approaching as I fucked Jane hard and deep.

I kissed her even deeper, controlling her breath as I plundered her, knowing that the feeling of helplessness was heightening her pleasure. She wrapped her legs around my waist tilting her hips up and allowing me to penetrate her even deeper as I continued to pound into her.

“Go on,” I heard Chris whisper into my ear. “Give it to her. Fuck her. Empty your balls into my wife. She wants it. She wants you to spunk deep into her cunt. Do it!!!”

I wasn’t sure if this was another of Amanda’s suggestions, but I’d always liked such talk and, for some reason, having the ‘husband’ of the woman I was screwing into the bed say such things to me was doubly arousing. My climax, which had been a little way off, suddenly rushed toward me like a freight train.

Jane moaned as she felt my cock swell even more in preparation for dumping my load deep into her. Her head was beginning to swim from the breath control, as we kissed both deep and hard while I hammered into her, all thoughts of finesse and teasing gone from my mind.

I broke the kiss and we both gasped a deep breath of air. As much as I’d been controlling her breath, I’d also been denying myself and, when the oxygen rush hit us both, it was game over.

I grunted, and Jane screamed, as we both came at exactly the same time. My cock throbbing as it pumped rope after rope of thick creamy spunk deep inside the woman bucking beneath me. Her pussy clenched and grabbed at my throbbing cock milking me of everything I had to give.

We thrashed and convulsed together, each riding out our own climaxes, while overstimulating each other into a riot of twitches and jerks, until we were once more able to bring ourselves under control, both breathing heavily.

I rolled to one side, taking my weight off her, and fell onto my back, still panting.

“Fuck me,” she said. I laughed.

“Chris,” I said. “You’re up!”

They both laughed.

Jane turned on her side to face me and I noted Chris slid up behind her, spooning her. She moaned quietly as he slid inside her.

“Oh yeah,” I heard him whisper. “That’s so nice.”

“Mmmmm!” said Jane, and I got to watch her face, as Chris fucked her slowly and gently from behind.

As she got closer to cumming for the third time that night, Jane once more pulled me into a kiss, and held me there while her ‘husband’ brought them both to climax.

“Thank you,” she said to me as she came down once more. “That was wonderful.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Both of you. That was something I’m not going to forget for some time.”

“Hopefully not the last time?” asked Chris leaning up to look over his ‘wife’s’ shoulder.

“I guess it depends how long we’re neighbors,” I said with a laugh. “I think Amanda, at least, wants a shot at you two. I’ve also no doubt that some of the other girls would like a turn.”

Chris grinned. “That sounds like fun,” he said. Jane laughed.

“Will you stay the night?” Jane asked. “I don’t like it when people disappear on us. It makes it feel kind of sordid. I know it’s stupid, but that’s the way I feel.”

“If that’s okay,” I said. “But I warn you. I’m an early riser.”

“Oh, I do hope so,” said Jane, which made Chris laugh.

I used their shower, and then rejoined them in their bed, they insisted I sleep between them.

“If Kirsty wakes in the night,” Jane said, “either of us can get up without bothering you.”

I had no problem with that, and with a naked Jane pressed up against me on one side, and an equally naked Chris on the other, I settle down to sleep.

“I’m staying over here,” I sent to the girls. “I’ll see you in the morning. I love you all.”

I got feelings of love from all of the girls.

“At least send us the memory?” sent Amanda, and so, with a quiet smile, I did.