Caleb 85 – A little help.

I woke at my usual time the next morning. We’d stayed overnight at the hotel a few miles from Sarah’s parent’s home after my ‘intervention’ with her mother Carrie.

I went out for a run, joined by Sarah and Melanie. They were both doing well with their fitness and we easily ran eight miles before returning to the hotel for a shower and breakfast, which we all ate together in the restaurant.

“How did it go?” asked Cheryl, who I’d not seen after I’d been to see Carrie the previous night.

“I think it went okay,” I said. “Her aura when I arrived looked really sick but, by the time I left, it at least looked healthy. I don’t doubt the attraction will still be there but hopefully it will no longer be an obsession.”

“You’re going to see them this morning?” asked Dean.

“I said we’d get there around ten,” I said. “That will give them time together. I think Carrie will need to work off some frustration from the illusion. I’m fairly certain she won’t remember anything about it, other than feeling a little ‘wound up.’”

“It’s a shame Arnie couldn’t be here,” Mary said. “It would be better for him to go with you as well.”

“He did offer to fly up,” said Sarah,“but he has a lesson this morning and his dad wouldn’t have been happy with him cancelling it.”

When it was time to leave, Sarah and I got into the taxi that we’d booked to take us to her parent’s place. We arrived almost exactly at ten.

Sarah was nervous as we walked up the drive to the house and rang the bell.

After a few moments Brian opened the door. He looked from me to his daughter, then stepped aside, mutely inviting us in.

“Carrie is in the living room,” he said indicating for us to go through. I followed Sarah into the room. I heard Brian close the door and follow behind.

Carrie was sitting on one of the chairs opposite the sofa. She didn’t get up as we entered, she just looked at her daughter. I looked carefully at her aura as she turned her attention to me.

I did see some arousal, but it was mostly embarrassment, shame, and regret. Inwardly I heaved a relieved sigh.

“It worked,” I sent to Sarah. I felt her relax a little, although she there was still a lot of tension in her.

We both sat on the sofa. Brian took the other chair.

“Edgar is with the sitter,” said Brian. “We thought it best if we met without him being here.”

Carrie had dropped her gaze and was staring mutely into her lap.

“Mom?” Sarah said tentatively. Reflexively Carrie looked at her daughter.

“Mom,” Sarah said again. “I’m fine, I’m safe, and I’m happy. Can’t you be happy for me?”

I saw a tear roll down Carrie’s cheek.

“I just…” she began then stopped. “I thought…” she tried again.

“I know what you thought,” said Sarah, “but that’s not what is happening. You know that things are different for people with power. Caleb told you this right at the start, and I’m sure that he’s not the only one.

“I’m surrounded by people who love me and who I love. I’m engaged to an amazing man who understands and accepts me for who I am. It’s not like I’m going off to get married right away. We both have plenty of things to do before that happens, and we’ve already agreed to a long engagement.”

“But what if…”

“What if?” asked Sarah.

She waited for Carrie to finish her thought. But there was nothing forthcoming. I don’t think even Carrie could figure out what it was that she was scared of.

“Martha told you,” said Brian gently, “that Sarah allowed her to read her mind. She saw that there was no Compulsion, and that Sarah was exactly where she wanted to be. She loves Arnie, and she loves Caleb and the girls. What’s more, they all love her. She knows her business and she’s met hundreds of teens who are either compelled or under some kind of ‘cult’ influence. She told you Sarah was healthy and happy.

“I know it’s not the way that we were raised, but Sarah isn’t like us. She has power and we have to realize that her needs are going to be different than ours. This is a lesson we need to learn if we’re going to help Edgar when it’s time for him to realize his power.”

Carrie nodded.

“I thought that he…” she looked at me, “that you… I’m sorry. Things just happened so quickly and Sarah seemed to be moving away from us. You were taking my little girl from me and I was scared that I was going to lose her forever. I could feel…”

“You’re not losing me,” Sarah said, her voice breaking a little. “If anything, you’ve gained a whole new family. We are only an hour away by car, and only seconds by phone. But you have to let me live my life, Mom.

“You and Dad gave me the best start you could. I worried that I’d let you down when I got my grades. Now that I know I was being held back by the amulet, I don’t feel so bad. You should see the grades I’m earning now. I know I’m going to graduate with a great degree and I have a real future.

“I also have a great fiancé and family around me. But that doesn’t mean I don’t need you and Dad anymore. I’ll always love you, and want you, and need you in my life. Both of you.”

She looked at Brian when she said that last.

“And we’ll always be here for you,” he replied. “Won’t we Carrie?”

At this Sarah stood up, and moved to stand closer to her mom.

“Mom?” she said holding her arms out. “Please?”

At this Carrie finally broke and a sob wrenched itself from her as she threw herself out of her chair and into her daughter’s arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” wept Carrie holding her daughter like her life depended on it.

Sarah looked to Brian and held her hand out to him too. He stood and joined the hug, holding his wife and daughter to him, as the two women wept.

When they finally broke apart, Carrie looked at me.

“Caleb,” she said. “I’m sorry. I just saw… I thought…”

“It’s okay,” I said. “A year ago, I’d probably have been right beside you. This new life has been such a shock to me, and I’m living it. I know how it must look from the outside, especially when things happen so fast.

“I promise you that none of us is going to let anything happen to Sarah. We all love her and will protect her with every fibre of our being.”

“We kind of saw that,” said Brian, a little ruefully.

“Would you mind if I stayed here?” Sarah sent to me.

“I think that’s a great idea,” I returned. I stood up.

Carrie and Brian both looked at me.

“I’m going to leave you guys to talk,” I said. “We’re going home on Saturday probably about midday. If you want, I can come get Sarah after we get back, or you can drop her off at home whenever suits you.”

Carrie looked from me to Sarah.

“You’re staying?” she asked, her face brightening.

“I said I was going to spend the break with you,” Sarah said, “if that’s okay?”

“That’s perfect,” said Brian. “Although I’m thinking we’ll just spend it here.”

“I’d like that,” said Sarah.

I headed for the door. “Let me know if you need me to come get you Sunday,” I told Sarah. She came over and gave me a hug.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For everything.”

I squeezed her a little and then released her.

Carrie stood uneasily by as I released Sarah and turned to her.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Please forgive me.”

“It’s forgotten,” I said. “Spend some time with your daughter. Also think about coming up to the ranch for Christmas. Talk to Sarah about it. No pressure, but we’d love to see you both there.”

“I’ll talk to Sarah and Brian,” she said.

Brian walked me to the door.

“Thank you,” he said shaking my hand.

“I’m glad it worked out,” I told him. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“Sarah loves you,” he said. “All of you. That much is obvious. You have a very strange family dynamic, strange at least to me, but it seems to work for you guys. I’ve never seen Sarah happier.”

Back at the hotel, we packed up and got ready to return to the Ranch for the remainder of the holiday.

“Are you sure it was a good idea leaving Sarah with her parents?” asked Mary.

“She’ll be fine,” I said. “Their family needs some time to heal. As before, Sarah is only a thought away and if she needs us, she’ll call. Also, Arnie is close by. Maybe they’ll invite him over after he finishes flying. It’s only an hour’s drive from where he is to here.

“That’s true,” said Amanda. “Maybe they can get to know him a bit better.”

“Are we heading back to the ranch now?” asked Ness.

I nodded.

This time, when the dogs piled out, Melanie’s reaction wasn’t too severe. She tensed on seeing them running toward us. However, they too seemed to have realized her fear and they slowed down, with Blue moving out in front and walking up to her and nudging into her gently while the rest of the dogs took aim at us.

The rest of the week at the ranch passed quickly. I went out and did some work with Pops, this time just general farm work, moving cows from pasture A to pasture B, helping take some hay bales out and other mundane, but at the same time important, tasks. Pops didn’t seem to have a particular schedule as to what he would do on any given day. He just seemed to pick a job that needed doing for that day, and got it done. A couple of times we worked alone together and other times we worked with other hands. Jonah, the boy who’d been trapped in the upturned tractor, tried to take the piss out of my tractor driving skills when it took me a couple of attempts to line a bale up on a feeder. He shut up when I pointed out that, even after the two attempts, all four wheels of the tractor were still on the ground and not pointed skyward, prompting laughs from his father and the other hands standing nearby. He took it in good spirit though, conceding the point but vowing revenge.

The other hands seemed to be getting used to me being around, having seen me many times before, and I was getting a lot less animosity from them. Those that had had designs on one or other of the Steadman girls seemed to have decided that they were now out of reach. I did hear some random thoughts about how it could be that I seemed to be with BOTH the girls, even though it had never officially been confirmed.

In addition, we spoke to Sarah several times during the week. Arnie had indeed driven out to spend the evening with them, and had even stayed overnight. Sarah had been surprised when her parents had allowed him to stay with her in her room, although she’d not felt comfortable enough for them to actually do anything more than sleep.

Saturday morning soon came around and we were all at the airstrip boarding the jet by eleven.

Dean and Cheryl had initially thought to travel down with us, and then fly back with the jet, but something had come up at the farm which meant that they couldn’t, so we were travelling alone.

They had, however, bid us all goodbye at the farm when Gerry had turned up with a mini-van to take us to the airport. There were too many of us now, even without Sarah, to fit in a standard car.

Melanie knelt to say goodbye to Blue who gave her a gentle lick to the side of her face causing her to giggle. I was certain that her aversion to dogs was mostly cured. She’d spent almost the full week being the sole object of Blue’s attention, and she’d even stopped jumping when the dogs all started barking whenever someone had come to the ranch.

I wasn’t sure how she’d react to other dogs, but I was happy that she wasn’t actually terrified of them anymore.

The flight back to Portland was uneventful and soon we were on the ground unloading our luggage from the jet and loading it into our vehicles before heading home.

Josh and Louise were happy to see us when we arrived. Since neither of them had any idea how to cook a meal, they’d spent their week living on take-out and ready meals.

“You really need to learn” Ness told them. “What’s going to happen when you guys move away?”

They looked at each other.

“We hadn’t planned that far ahead,” said Louise.

“I’ll teach you,” said Ness. “At least the basics. Otherwise, you’ll be spending a fortune on eating out and take outs, and it’s not a healthy diet either.”

“Okay,” said Louise. “That makes sense.”

Josh and Louise both went into the kitchen to help Ness make lunch. Since it was so crowded in there, I stayed clear and satisfied myself with making sure all my schoolwork was up to date and everything I needed to hand in was either handed in or ready to go.

After lunch, Ness squealed as she opened up her laptop and saw an email she’d received.

“He answered,” she said, showing all of us the response she’d gotten from Gordon Ramsay to her request for a written recommendation.

“Print a copy out,” I said. “I’ll take it with me Monday.”

Ness printed three copies out. One she gave to me. I folded it carefully and put it in my bag, ready for Monday. The second she said she was going to frame and hang somewhere. The third she simply sat and read, over and over and over. I have to say that it was an excellent recommendation, especially considering how short a time we’d been with him. She also forwarded a copy to Cheryl. Jules grinned as she watched her baby sister getting so excited by events.

I was surprised mid afternoon when we heard Arnie’s car pull up outside, and even more so when the front door opened and he and Sarah entered.

“Everything all right?” I asked, looking at Sarah. She smiled at me.

“Everything’s fine,” she said.

“I thought you were coming back tomorrow?” asked Amanda.

“I need to get stuff ready for school,” Sarah said. “I’ll need tomorrow to do that.” She flushed a little, and I saw from her aura that that was not the only reason.

I guessed that Sarah was becoming a little ‘frustrated’ at her parent’s house.

“How were things at your parents’?” I asked.

“Actually, really good,” she said. “Arnie came over a couple of nights and stayed over. They really got to spend time with him and get to know him. They even let him stay in my room, which I never thought they’d do.”

I looked at Arnie. He grinned.

“It was weird at first,” he said. “I like Brian though. He’s got a wicked sense of humor when he gets going. Carrie was a bit distant at first, but at least she didn’t ask any more awkward questions.”

“How is your mom?” I asked Sarah.

“She seemed okay.” Said Sarah. “At first things were a bit strange. She kept apologizing, but after a while she settled down. It was her suggestion that Arnie came over. She said it would be nice to get to know him more. It was a lot of driving for him, but him being there, and us spending time together, really made a difference.”

“We did a lot of talking,” said Arnie. “There may not have been any awkward questions, but there sure were a lot of other questions. That first night, we must have talked until past midnight. I said I’d have to go because I had to fly the next day and it was Carrie that suggested I stay over. She apologized for not having a spare bed and asked if I’d be okay sleeping with Sarah.”

“Sarah’s face was a picture,” he grinned. “I wish I’d had a camera.”

“My face?” protested Sarah. “You should have seen your face. You could have grilled burgers on it.”

We laughed at the pair of them.

“So everything’s all right with your parents now?” asked Jules.

“I think so,” said Sarah. “When we left, Dad said to tell you that if the offer to come up to the Ranch at Christmas is still open, they’d be happy to. It would only be for the Christmas week. He still has to work.”

“You could travel up together,” I said to Arnie.

“I thought about that,” Arnie said. “I could ask Dad if we could borrow the Baron.”

“What’s your dad doing for Christmas?” asked Jules. “It would be horrible for him to be on his own.”

“I don’t know,” he replied.

“The invite was for you both,” she said. “There’s plenty of room.”

“Are you sure your parents won’t mind?” he asked.

“I’m certain,” she said. “They’ll be more than happy for you both to come up. And I’m also fairly sure he’ll send the jet for you. It’ll be far quicker than the Baron and will mean we can all travel back together. Let me confirm that though.”

“Sure,” Arnie said. “I’ll speak to Dad about it.”

I noticed Sarah shifting uncomfortably.

“Well,” I said to her with a grin. “There’s still time before dinner. I’m guessing being at your parents didn’t give you and Arnie much opportunity to be together…”

Arnie blushed, but Sarah shook her head.

“I couldn’t,” she said. “Not with them right next door and Edgar the other side. It just felt wrong but also really frustrating. To have him right there and not be able to…”

“Well,” said Amanda, “you have some making up to do.” She grinned at them both. “Need any help?”

Arnie blushed even deeper.

“Actually,” Sarah said, blushing herself. “We did spend quite a lot of time talking, I mean Arnie and me.”

I looked at the pair of them. I could see that they were both horny, but Sarah’s shields prevented me from hearing her surface thoughts and Arnie was carefully not thinking about anything. For some reason he seemed to be concentrating on the valve clearance settings on his car. I almost laughed out loud. As a way to prevent people finding out what he was thinking about, I’d seen worse methods.

“We were thinking,” Sarah continued after a short pause, “that maybe we would like a little help.”

“How can we help?” I asked gently.

Sarah looked at me. “I thought…” she began, but Arnie took her hand.

“We thought,” he put in softly.

“We thought that maybe you could…” she began hesitantly, “that is… if you’d like to…”

“I’d be honored,” I said softly. “If you’re both sure that’s what you want.”

Sarah’s eyes flickered up at me for a moment, I could see a need burning in them that I’d seen before.

“Please?” asked Sarah, her face burning.

I stood up and moved to where the pair of them stood. I took Sarah’s hand, but looked at Arnie.

“Are you sure that this is what you want?” I asked him directly.

He surprised me a little, by reaching up, and pulling me to him.

The kiss wasn’t particularly intense, he felt a little tentative, like he wasn’t sure how I’d react to him kissing me.

He released me. I looked from him to Sarah. Both their auras were a deep rich purple. Sarah’s pupils were the size of dimes, and she was breathing heavily.

Sarah turned, still holding both our hands, and headed out of the living room.

For some reason she led us into their room rather than ours. It didn’t matter, the bed was easily big enough for three. I wondered if it was deliberate, to give Arnie more of a feeling of control it being ‘his’ territory, or just habit that had directed her feet in there.

Arnie preceded Sarah into the room, and I followed. I closed the door behind me.

Once inside Sarah turned to me, and, releasing her fiancé's hand cupped my face in both hers and kissed me. Her kiss was far more definite than Arnie’s had been. It was filled with promise as well as want and need. Our tongues battled for a few moments as she held me in place and then, with a needful moan, she released me.

“I’ve waited so long,” she said. I glanced at Arnie to see how he would react, but all I saw from him was love and lust. If he felt even a trace of jealousy, trepidation, or nervousness, it was not evident in his aura or his thoughts.

His mind was no longer considering his car’s engine, but more what he wanted to do, what he wanted to happen. It was difficult to determine because there were so many short bursts of images running through his mind. He couldn’t decide exactly what he wanted to happen, but he had plenty of ideas.

The only slight concern I felt from him was how he’d measure up. He was still a little sensitive about his size and I knew I was probably an inch larger than him. God help him if he ever shared with Josh. If he was that worried about his size, Josh had almost an inch on me.

I made a mental note to speak to Sarah about it, and maybe offer to ‘help out’ and give him a little more if he wanted it.

By this time Sarah had stepped back and her hands went to her shirt, to start undoing the buttons.

I put my hands over hers.

“Let us,” I said to her. I sent a mental image to Arnie, and he grinned to me before stepping up behind his Fiancée and putting his arms around her waist. He began nuzzling and kissing at her neck from behind. Sarah jumped at the first contact but soon melted into his arms.

I, for my part, began to undo her shirt. I leaned in and feathered gentle kisses on her lips, and the angle of her jaw, as I worked my way down, opening her shirt, and kissing along her collar bone.

Soon the shirt was gone and Arnie, catching on, undid the clasp of her bra. I slipped the straps off her shoulders and released her breasts, before continuing to trail kisses down them.

Sarah stiffened as I took one nipple into my mouth and nipped at it gently. She moaned and I saw that Arnie had brought his hand up from her waist and was rolling and pulling gently at the other nipple.

I could see a flush building in Sarah’s body and was surprised to see that she was actually not too far away from her first climax. The dual stimulation of her fiancé kissing and nipping at her neck, playing with her breast, and my attentions from the front licking and sucking at her other nipple while stroking her belly and sides, was almost too much for her to bear.

I undid her jeans and eased them over her hips.

Sarah’s hands had moved from her sides. She moved one behind where she was gripping and stroking at Arnie's rigid cock through his trousers, and the other cupping the back of my head, holding me in place where I nursed at her.

I moved further south, kissing down her belly. A glance up showed me that Arnie was now tweaking and rolling both nipples. Sarah had turned her head and she was locked in a passionate kiss with her fiancé as I eased her panties down, exposing her small landing strip of tight curls.

Sarah couldn’t wait to be divested of her clothes and stepped out of both jeans and panties together, placing her feet apart, an obvious invitation to explore further. I could feel her body fast approaching the point of no return and decided to get the first one out of the way.

I breathed in, taking the scent of her arousal. I could see fluid leaking from her and her clit was pointed straight at me, fully exposed from its tiny hood in her need.

Moving closer, I pursed my lips and blew gently over her straining clit.

That tiny stimulation was more than enough and, with a squeak into Arnie’s mouth, Sarah came, her knees buckled.

Arnie supported her as she rode out her orgasm.

“Fuck,” she said finally breaking her kiss, “you didn’t even touch me.”

“Not yet,” I said, smiling up at her. I could see Arnie over her shoulder smiling also. He’d moved his hands to around her stomach and he was still supporting her against him.

“Come up here,” she demanded, and I stood. Once more she kissed me, this time far more aggressively. She, now fully naked, started in on my clothing, beginning with my belt.

It took little time, given her aggression, before I was fully naked. She had to break the kiss to pull my T-shirt up and over my head. I felt her growl in the back of her throat as she took my cock in her hand and began to play with it.

Gently I broke the kiss.

“I think someone’s overdressed,” I said looking in Arnie’s direction. Sarah grinned and we both turned on her fiancé. For a moment he actually looked scared. Sarah had a very predatory look in her eyes.

In less time than it takes to describe, Arnie, too, was naked. We stood hip to hip as Sarah, standing in front of us, held us each in a hand. She dropped to her knees in front of us and, with an almost feline snarl, engulfed Arnie to the root.

Arnie moaned in pleasure as she sucked on him.

The worry I’d seen flit across his mind regarding our relative sizes, vanished in a blaze of sensations as she bobbed up and down on him. I placed my hand on the small of his back and pressed him gently forward, then allowed my hand to slide down, cupping his ass cheek. He moaned as I stroked his ass while Sarah tugged at his balls and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.

I turned slightly toward him, and put my other hand on his chest, gently playing with one of his nipples. He turned his eyes toward me and tilted his head, his invitation plain.

Once more I leaned in and kissed him. I could feel his body tense as his orgasm built.

I was not the only one paying attention to how close he was. Before he reached the point of no return, Sarah swapped. She released his cock and moved to mine, taking me to the root in a single forward thrust that took my breath away.

I grunted in surprise and pleasure, and I felt Arnie's lips twitch into a smile.

He broke the kiss.

“She’s good at that,” he said, “isn’t she.”

I had to agree. Sarah had obviously tapped into both our bodies and was using the feedback to play me like a saxophone.

Arnie, having felt what it was like to be caressed while being blown, decided to repay the favor. His hand went to my ass and he started lightly stroking my cheeks before he actually bent forward and captured one of my nipples in his mouth.

I almost came.

Sarah, attuned to our bodies, stopped me just short.

We both looked down at her, knelt in front of us.

“You know what I want,” she said to both of us while continuing to edge us both.

I looked at Arnie and he grinned at me.

“It’s kind of her thing,” he said.

“Who am I to deny a lady,” I said and he laughed.

“Arnie first,” she said. “Make him spray me.”

I stepped behind Arnie and circled him with my arms, one hand taking over from Sarah in working his cock and the other stroking and tweaking at his nipples. My cock pressed into the crack of his ass.

He moaned as I worked him closer and closer to his climax. Sarah gently tugged at his balls and lapped at the head of his cock when it emerged from my fist.

Arnie stiffened, “I’m gonna…” he began. Sarah settled back on her haunches, thrusting her chest out.

“Yes,” she said. “Cover me.” Her hand went between her legs and she began to rub frantically at her clit.

“Aaaahahhh” was all Arnie managed to say before I felt his cock pulse in my hand and a thick wad of cum jetted from him and spattered across Sarah’s face and open mouth. He twitched again and the next shot hit her jaw, neck, and trailed off on her tits. She moaned in pleasure feeling his seed jetting onto her body and he sent three more strong spurts of spunk onto her body. The hand that wasn’t frigging her clit was busily rubbing his spunk into her tits.

“More,” she said as he finished off.

To give him his due, Arnie didn’t take long to recover. He moved around behind me and lined me up with his fiancée. He took me in hand and pressed up behind me, his still hard cock pressing its heat into the cheek of my ass.

I was not too long off the boil so it took very little time for him to work me back up to being almost ready to burst.

“Yes,” I hissed, and I saw Sarah’s hungry expression as she watched Arnie working my cock.

As I’d done to him, he pressed against me and began tweaking and pinching my nipple as he worked my cock. That was too much and with a cry I shot my load, pulse after pulse of thick creamy spunk spattered over Sarah’s chest and belly. Arnie deliberately aimed me at her body as she worked herself up to her second climax, crying out as it rolled over her.

Arnie squeezed a last drop of cum from my cock, holding it out, and offering it to Sarah. She leaned forward and lapped at my head, taking it into her mouth and swallowing it.

“Mmmm,” she said, apparently savouring the taste. Then she giggled.

“I’m a bit sticky,” she said looking down at her body where she’d rubbed the combination of both our seeds into our skin.

“Why don’t you go get a shower,” Arnie suggested. “We’ll wait here for you.”

She smiled up at the pair of us.

“Will you warm it up for me?” she asked, with a coy smile.

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out,” he said, leading me to the bed. He climbed on and lay down looking up at me.

I sat and then lay down on the bed beside him. Sarah disappeared into the bathroom.

“You okay?” I asked. We were laid side by side, both looking up at the ceiling. As I spoke he turned onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow looking down at me.

“I am,” he said. “This just feels so…so right.”

He put his hand on my stomach.

“You knew I was interested in you,” he said, “pretty much from the first time we met. You were just so…I don’t know…just something about you attracted me to you. I guess the Empathic bond had something to do with it, but I don’t think that was all it was.

“Then on my birthday, I saw Sarah, and…I’m sorry, but she just blew me away. Yes, I was attracted to you, but she just made my heart burst.”

I laughed. “I saw.”

He grinned at me. “Then you hit me with all the powers stuff and I didn’t know what to think. When you connected me to you all, I just can’t describe how it felt. I’m sure I don’t need to, but the love I feel from Sarah, from you, from all of you, is just…I have no words to describe how…” he laughed again. “But then I guess you already know.”

“It’s quite a step from that to this,” I said. He was stroking my stomach gently as we talked, and it was having a predictable affect.

“I know,” he said. “But like I said, it just feels right. Sarah and I were talking at her parents. We couldn’t really do much more than fool around a little. Sarah’s a little too vocal to really get into things at her parent’s house.”

“And,” I said thinking about the roar I’d heard, the first night he’d been with Sarah in the hotel, “you’re quiet as a church mouse.”

He grinned again. “Well, I guess perhaps I might make a little bit of noise,” he admitted.

“Anyway,” he continued. “We were talking and it dawned on me that I wanted this, wanted to be a full part of the family, to be as comfortable with you, or Mary, or Amanda, or Melanie. I know that Jules and Ness are one-man women, and I respect that, but I still love them all the same.”

“And they love you,” I said.

“And that’s what’s going to keep Sarah and me together and working,” he said. “Even if Sarah has to share outside the family, the love I feel from her, and all of you guys, will make it so I can see it for what it is. I can trust that she’ll do what she needs to do, and then come home to me, to us.

“It also means that I’m never going to be left out,” he said. “I’ll always have someone around to love me, even if Sarah’s out meeting her sharing need. If I’m not with her, then I’ll always have someone to be with.”

Arnie's hand had worked it’s way down and he was holding my now rigid cock in his hand. He squeezed gently.

“You’re bigger than me,” he said.

“Does that worry you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“A little,” he said. “Sarah says it doesn’t matter, but – it’s a guy thing you know?”

I laughed.

“Josh has an inch on me,” I said. Arnie’s eyes widened.

“For a while,” I said, “I thought about making myself bigger.”

“You can do that?” he asked.

“I can,” I said. “It’s a part of healing. But before you ask, yes I would do that for you if you wanted, but I decided not to. There were a number of reasons I didn’t. Let me share my memories about that with you. Before I do, I need to tell you that at that time I was no where near as secure with my girls and myself as I am now.”

He nodded and I shared my memories of all the thoughts I’d had about making my cock bigger.

“Sarah is pretty tight,” he said after a while. “You think if I was bigger I’d hurt her?”

“Probably not,” I said. “Remember where babies come from. No matter how big you are, it’s probably never going to be THAT big.”

He laughed again.

“But the question is, is it necessary?” I asked. “I’ve seen guys with bigger who have no idea what to do with it, and guys with smaller who can melt a girl into a puddle. As long as Sarah enjoys it, what does it matter?”

“But Sarah’s only ever had mine,” he argued. “After today, after she’s had you, I’m worried that I won’t be enough for her.”

“You’ll always be enough for me,” Sarah said, from the bathroom door. She’d finished her shower and was standing there watching us, love in her eyes. “Like Caleb says, it’s not all about size. It’s about love. Louise says she loves Josh’s cock, it’s bigger than Caleb’s, but she also loves it when she and Caleb fuck. She says it feels different. They move differently, they do different things to her, and she comes like a train on both of them.”

At this I laughed.

“Louise comes if the wind blows from any direction,” I told them. They both laughed.

“I love you,” she told Arnie. “And you have no idea how horny seeing you with Caleb, like that, makes me.”

“I think you’d better show us,” said Arnie.

Sarah stalked toward the bed.

“I really enjoyed feeling you both cum all over me,” she said. “But now I want to feel you both cum inside me.”

I jumped a little as Arnie’s grip on my cock tightened. Not painfully but it certainly made me take notice.

“Perhaps you should start with this?” he said, offering me to her.

Sarah climbed onto the foot of the bed and crawled up my body, until she was kneeling over me.

“Hi,” she said to me, her face hovering an inch over mine.

“Hi,” I responded.

“Would you mind, very much, if I fucked you?” she asked.

“Mind?” I asked. “No, not at all. In fact, I think I might quite like that.”

She grinned.

“Might?” she asked.

“Okay then,” I admitted, “I would really really like that.”

She moved her hips and I felt Arnie swabbing my cock through her folds. Despite her recent shower she was still drenched and in no time at all I was covered in her juices.

“That looks so hot,” I heard from Arnie. He’d moved down the bed and I could feel his breath on my tool.

Sarah spread her legs a little more, and I felt her opening spread over the head of my cock. She pressed forward a little at a time and we both moaned as she impaled herself on me slowly pushing all the way down until I was fully sheathed inside her.

“Ooooohhhhh” she said. “That feels so nice.”

I didn’t argue.

Slowly she started to move, rising and falling, allowing me to escape her heated depths until I was almost completely free and then pressing down again to imprison me inside her.

“Kiss me?” she asked. I complied, bringing my lips to hers, joining us together as her tongue invaded my mouth, penetrating me as I penetrated her.

I heard Arnie moan from further down the bed and then felt a hot wetness as licked at where we were joined. He ran his tongue from the base of my cock, up to the point Sarah and I were joined, and then apparently continued. Sarah’s eyes widened as she felt him lick all the way to her tight little rosebud. I guessed he did something else when he got there because she squeaked in surprise and released the kiss.

“Oh YES,” she said. “That feels so nice.”

I connected us together, Sarah and I. I didn’t add Arnie in because I figured if he came when we came it would spoil it for him.

I could feel Sarah’s pussy tight and hot gripping my cock as she slowly, languorously, rode me. From her I could feel my hardness and heat moving inside her. Since she was moving so slowly she could even feel it pulsating, throbbing, with each beat of my heart.

I jumped as a felt Arnie’s tongue lapping at my balls and then making his way along my cock, across Sarah’s pussy, and then finally swirling around her asshole, before pressing a little way inside.

“Yessss,” Sarah hissed again.

We weren’t moving fast, but the sensations we were sharing, along with Arnie’s contribution, were pushing us both rapidly towards our mutual climax. I knew that if we continued like this we’d both cum in a matter of minutes and I was more than okay with that.

“One day soon,” Sarah said, “I’m going to want you to fuck my ass, while I’m riding Caleb like this.”

I heard Arnie groan, and he ran his tongue once more across her asshole then pushed the tip of it inside.

Sarah started to speed up her movement. We were both getting close and she was running out of patience.

“I’m going to want to feel you both shooting your hot cum inside me.” she said, stimulating herself even more. I wasn’t sure who she was doing this for. She may have spoken to the girls and known that I liked such talk, but I suspected more that she was doing it as much for her own pleasure as mine.

“You’d like that?” I asked her softly, as she moved faster. Feeling Arnie dumping a huge load up your ass, while I spunk inside you?”

She whimpered and I felt her climax rush toward her. Her motions lost focus and she just began ramming herself down on me.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Spunk in me. Fill me up.”

I began pushing back at her, thrusting up as she pushed down, my hands forcing her legs further apart seeking more depth. She battered her own clit against my pubic bone and I could feel both of us reaching the point of no return.

“I’m going to…” she began, and at that moment, Arnie slid a wetted finger up to the middle knuckle into her asshole.

“AAAAHAHHAHHH!!!!” she shrieked as she came, a torrent of fluid drenching me as her pussy convulsed and clutched at my straining meat. She shuddered and twitched, pushing me beyond my own limits, and forced me to give up my seed which flooded into her hungry cunt.

We both twitched and shuddered through our respective and each others orgasms, riding out the waves of pleasure. Sarah kissed me hard as she came, gripping me to her so tightly it was almost, but not quite, painful.

When it was over, she let out a small sigh, and rested her head on my shoulder.

“So good,” she said. “So good.”

After a few moments she lifted her head, and looked me in the eye.

“I love you,” she said. “Thank you.”

“I love you too,” I responded. “And it’s me that should be thanking you. You’re amazing.

She smiled at me and gave me another slow kiss, before kneeling up a little and looking down at Arnie, where he lay beside me, his cock now rampant.

“Mmmm” she said taking it in her hand. “I think I’m going to enjoy this.”

In a single movement she dismounted me, and turned around until she was in reverse Cowgirl on Arnie. I heard his breath catch as she engulfed him in a single thrust.

“You like that?” she asked looking over her shoulder at him.

“I love that. It feels so…MMMM,” he said as she started to move.

Slowly she laid back until she was lay on top of him, his cock inside her.

“Fuck me,” she told him, pulling his arms around her and putting his hands on her breasts.

Arnie obliged, moving his hips slowly at first, thrusting himself in and out of her. It wasn’t the best angle for him though and he soon popped out, as she began to move in earnest.

I moved from beside them and she slid onto the bed, before pulling her fiancé on top of her.

“Fuck me hard,” she demanded as he slipped back between her lips.

After the show we’d given him, he didn’t need much in the way of encouragement. He began to pound into her, the mix of my cum and her juices frothing up on his cock as he rammed it over and over into her.

“Harder,” she said wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him in as deep as she could. Arnie was happy to oblige, widening his own stance a little before ramming himself into her as deep and hard as he could manage.

“Oh yes,” she said. “Fuck me. Do it. Spunk up my cunt. Fill me up with your cum.”

I could feel the pair of them once more rushing towards their goal, Arnie slightly behind, but I knew that neither of them was going to last more than a minute or two more at the most.

“Yessss,” Arnie hissed, feeling Sarah start to twitch and convulse under him as she hit her peak. Sarah was almost silent, a small “Eeep” escaping her as her muscles locked up in orgasm. I could feel Arnie searching for his own orgasm which was still a little way away. He wanted to cum with Sarah, and so I decided to help out a little, leaning forward from my position at the foot of the bed I placed my hands on his ass cheeks and parted them gently before slipping the tip of my tongue into his asshole.

That was more than enough to tip him over the edge and, with a roar, he came, releasing spurt after spurt of cum into Sarah’s depths. Sarah, having just about finished her orgasm, was stunned into another. I’d connected them together just as Arnie came, and she rode out his orgasm, feeling both him cumming into her, and her feeling his cum shooting inside of her.

The thought of being filled yet again pushing her even higher.

“Wow,” Arnie croaked as he collapsed on top of Sarah. Even in this state he kept most of his weight on his arms though.

“Thank you,” she said to him. “That was amazing.”

“Thank you,” he told her. “You are amazing, and I love you.”

She smiled up at him, bringing her hands up to cup his face.

“I love you,” she said kissing him gently.

I could see his shoulders start to tremble with the effort of holding himself up and after another moment he slid off her and lay beside her panting.

Sarah reached out to me and pulled me down to her other side. She lay between me and Arnie, almost purring.

“We’re going to have to do this again,” she said. I laughed.

“I think I’m going to need a minute,” I told her.

Arnie grinned.

“I guess it happens as you get older,” he said.

“That,” I said warningly, “is going to cost you.”

Sarah laughed.

“I think I’m going to need a while,” she admitted. “But perhaps if you’re still not satisfied, maybe Mary and Amanda could help out.”

“I’m good,” said Arnie hastily. “I’m not sure I’m quite ready to go again, yet.”

“I tell you what I am,” I said.

“What?” asked Sarah.

“Hungry.” I replied.

Surprisingly we fit all three of us in the shower. We washed each other with minimal distractions, and then finally dressed and headed out into the living room where Jules and Ness were sitting.

“Where is everyone?” I asked.

“The twins and Melanie are in our room,” said Ness. “Amanda got a little wound up thinking about what you guys were doing. Josh and Louise are in their room, probably up to something similar if I know Louise.”

I looked at Ness. “You okay,” I asked.

She grinned at me. “I was just rereading this.” She said pointing at the recommendation.

“You’ve been reading that the whole time?” I asked.

“Not the whole time,” she said defensively, but I looked at Jules who nodded.

“I could quote it from memory,” said Jules, “given the number of times she’s read it to me.”

We all laughed at Ness’ expression.

“Don’t worry,” I told her. “It’s something to be proud of. I’d be shouting it from the rooftops if it were me. Especially if cooking were my passion like it is yours.”

She grinned at me a little sheepishly.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she said. “We need to shop.”

“Damn,” I said. “We’d best get to it. I think we can leave the others to their entertainment. Who wants to go shopping?”

“I’ll come,” said Jules.

Ness nodded.

I looked at Sarah and Arnie.

“Sure,” Arnie said. “We’ll come.”

At a squeeze we could fit five in my truck and the shopping could go into the bed. We’d do a full shop the next day, but for tonight we just needed enough to make the evening meal and stuff for breakfast in the morning.

The five of us were walking up and down the aisle with a shopping cart while Ness made selections. None of us really paying that much attention other than Ness who was selecting produce and adding it to the basket. Suddenly I heard a child’s voice.

“It’s her,” he said. “Mommy!!!”

We all looked up to see a small boy, around five or six years old, standing at the end of the aisle we were in, pointing at Ness. Ness stood there looking like a deer in the headlights.

A man and woman were right behind the boy. The woman looked down at him and then up at Ness.

“Noah?” she said. “Who is it?”

“That’s the lady,” he said. “The one that found me.”

I saw the woman look from the boy to Ness and then to the rest of us.

“He was there too,” added the boy, pointing at me.

Slowly, taking the boy’s hand she approached us.

“Excuse me,” she said a little timidly.

“Hello, Noah,” said Ness. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” he piped up grinning up at Ness, happy to have been proved right in his identification.

“It was you?” the woman asked. “You saved him?”

“I just followed them and called the police.” said Ness. “They did all the...OOOFF”

The woman, letting go of the boy’s hand had thrown her arms around Ness and was crushing her to her, tears gushing from her eyes as she sobbed “Thank you, oh thank you,” over and over again.

After a few minutes of this Ness managed to extricate herself, but still ended up standing with the woman holding on to both her hands.

“You don’t know how scared we were,” she continued to sob. “We thought we’d lost him.”

“Is everything alright?” a man in a shirt approached. He had a name tag; Lance attached to his breast pocket.

“It’s fine,” I said. “Just a bit of a reunion.”

“No,” said the woman. “You don’t understand. This girl saved my boy. He was kidnapped and she saved him.”

“I saw that,” said another woman from behind us, “on the TV. Is that Noah? The little boy who was snatched from his school the other day? They said they didn’t know the identity of the woman that saved him.” she held up her phone, taking a picture of Ness.

Ness was starting to look a little uncomfortable with all the attention.

“It was nice meeting you,” I said to the woman, trying to extricate Ness from her grip. “We really have to be going.”

“What’s your name?” asked the woman who’d taken the picture. “The news said they might pay if someone could tell them the identity of the mystery woman.”

Ness's unease was starting to morph into panic as another couple came onto the aisle to find out what all the fuss was about. The woman began tellling them the story, and pointing to Ness.

That was enough.

All of a sudden everyone froze.

“That’s enough,” I said quietly.

The couple who’d just come onto the aisle turned around and walked away, having forgotten all about what they’d seen. The woman with the phone forgot all about what was going on here, deleted the photo of Ness she’d taken, turned around and walked away, suddenly remembering that she’d forgotten to pick up something from the other side of the store.

Lance remembered that he needed to be somewhere else and didn’t remember there being any kind of problem or disturbance around us.

The family of the boy forgot all about seeing Ness, and the boy could no longer remember what Ness looked like. They walked back to where they’d been standing when Noah had first entered the aisle and spotted Ness.

“NOAH!” a woman’s shout preceded her catching up to the boy as he entered our aisle without his parents.

“Don’t wander off like that,” she said to him. “I need you where I can see you.” She grabbed his hand, and went to pull him back to where her husband was just coming around the corner. She looked up and spotted us.

We were all looking in her direction, which I heard that she’d attributed to her shout.

“Sorry,” she said. “He...” she was going to tell us all about his abduction, but then thought better of it. She’d told the story over and over again, and she could see people were getting sick of hearing it, but were too polite to say so. Even her husband had told her to quit with it. They needed to put it behind them and move on, not keep raking up the past.

“He’s always running off,” she decided on.

I grinned at her.

“I was the same at his age,” I told her. “Always up to mischief.”

“Hasn’t changed much,” snorted Jules. The rest of us laughed, as did the woman.

“My god,” she said. “Do you mean I've still got years of this to go?”

“When he hits eighteen,” said Ness, “palm him of on some poor girl and let her worry about him. That’s what his mom did.”

She laughed. “I’m sure she still worries about you,” she said to me.

I smiled at her. “I’m sure she does,” I said. “But she’s passed the baton on. Now I get nagged badgered and bossed about by a whole new generation of women.”

The husband laughed. “I know that feeling.”

The woman turned to him, pretending outrage, and we moved on, continuing with our shopping.

“Did you do that?” asked Arnie quietly a few minutes later.

I nodded. “Things were getting way out of hand,” I said. “Poor Ness was about to be mobbed and have her picture sent to the media. She doesn’t deserve to have her privacy invaded like that.”

He nodded.

“You’re always looking out for the family,” he said. “Aren’t you?”

“When I can,” I said. “If I can possibly help it, nobody is going to hurt anyone I care about, no matter their intentions.”

I only realised that Arnie was holding my hand when there was a disgusted sound from just behind us.

We both turned to see the old woman that had been haranguing the two boys a few weeks ago standing behind us. She was about to launch into her tirade. I grinned.

Swiftly I sent Arnie the memory of the time Josh and I had encountered this woman and, after a nanosecond to assimilate, he grinned at me.

This time, the sight of two guys kissing in the store actually did made her cum.