Caleb 96 – Shopping

That night, we just lay together in bed. As I’d requested there was no sex, just all of us connecting or reconnecting. Somehow, they all seemed to rotate with each of them spending time pressed up against me while I held them, feeling their love, and returning my own. When it was Ness’ turn, she didn’t say anything but simply lay against me. I felt the trickle of her tears running down my chest where she’d laid her head.

I held her, stroking her hair gently, until she finally fell asleep.

Melanie, Sarah, and Arnie all woke with me the next morning. We slid out of bed and made our way once more to perform for the dogs.

When we got into the kitchen, three dogs ran and one dog waddled to meet us. We practiced martial arts for an hour before the family roused to start their day.

Arnie was going to join Pops and I pulling down all the old fencing on the land that Dean had bought, and then a survey team was going to mark out the bounds of the new fields. As I sat eating the breakfast that Ness had cooked, I considered what to do about Fiona. In reality, I didn’t owe her anything, but I knew that my refusing her the previous day would have really knocked her confidence. She’d continue to lose weight no matter what she did; my compulsions were locked solid into her mind, as were her mothers. I’d also made slight adjustments the previous day to ensure the orgasms would stop after another month or so. I decided I’d not use that incentive ever again. It was a huge step too far, and completely unnecessary, given compulsions were in place.

I still hadn’t made up my mind about what to do before it was time to leave.

Arnie, Dean, and I worked all day, tearing down the old fences, largely without power, although I did ‘cheat’ from time to time. We’d been provided with the usual huge lunches to eat out in the field and it was just before five that we arrived back at the house tired, dirty, and hungry.

“Go get showered,” said Cheryl. “Dinner will be ready in an hour.”

Arnie and I showered together. It seemed like the natural thing to do. We washed each other, but didn’t get up to anything else. Both of us were too tired, neither of us being used to the level of physical labor that we’d engaged in for most of the day.

As we were drying off in the bedroom, Arnie turned to me.

“What are you getting the girls for Christmas?” he asked me.

“I haven’t the faintest idea,” I said. “I’m useless at gifts. For Jules I think I have an idea. I think there was something she mentioned about looking at getting but, despite her father being so rich, she doesn’t really like to spend a lot of money. What are you getting Sarah?”

“No Idea,” he said. “I was hoping you might be able to suggest something?”

I laughed. “We’re as bad as each other,” I told him. “Our problem is that if we need something, we can afford to get it, so there’s nothing that they really need that they don’t already have.”

“I did see this,” he said, reaching into his bag, which was by the bed. “I wondered if Ness might like it.”

I took the offered paper and found an application for the latest series of Hell’s Kitchen. I grinned at him.

“You think she’d want to apply?” I asked glancing down the form.

“You don’t?” he asked.

I tsk’d when I read something. “You have to be twenty-one,” I said. “She’s not eligible.”

“What?” he asked. “Where does it say that?”

I showed him.

“Oh,” he said disappointment evident on his face. “I thought…”

“It was a nice thought,” I told him. “But sadly, not to be. By the time she’s old enough, she’ll be running her own place. You’ll see.”

“I guess.” He looked a little deflated.

“You like Ness, don’t you?” I said. “More than the other girls?”

He grimaced. “I…” he began. “She’s like…I know we’re the same age, but she’s like my kid sister. She’s just so full of life, and energy, and…love. Even what she did yesterday was the kind of thing you’d expect from a kid sister. You know?”

I grinned at him. “You mean a brat?” I asked.

“I did not say that,” he said, “and if you say I did I’ll deny it.” Then he grinned. “But yes,” he added.

“You think I’m a brat?” asked Ness in an aggravated tone, from behind him. I’d seen her come in, but he’d not noticed her since he was talking to me, with his back to the door.

Arnie spun around, for the moment forgetting that he was still naked, since we’d been getting dry and he hadn’t dressed yet.

“I didn’t say that,” he said. “Caleb said...”

“But you agreed,” she accused. I could see from her face that she was just busting his balls and she wasn’t really angry. Arnie didn’t know her as well as me though.

“I guess that was the only part of the conversation you heard?” he asked.

“You mean, did I hear the part where you said I was like a kid sister, full of life,” she took a step forward, “energy,” another step, “and love?” She was nose to nose with him now. It was just then that Arnie remembered he was naked.

She grinned at him. “I heard,” she said, leaning up and giving him a peck on the cheek. “So ‘bro’, if you’re done waving your wang around, you need to get dressed. Dinner is ready.” Arnie turned. That was a bad move since he provided Ness the perfect target and I knew she wouldn’t resist.

She didn’t. He yelped as she swatted his bare ass.

“Move,” she said, laughing as she ducked out of the room.

“I’m going to get you for that,” he told me. “How long was she standing there?”

“She walked in just before I asked if you liked her,” I told him.

“Bastard,” he said. “You set me up.”

“All your own work,” I replied with a grin.

“What if I’d said I didn’t like her?” he asked. “That would really have upset her.”

“I already knew the answer before I asked the question,” I told him. “You do not dislike any of the girls. I can feel the love you have for all of them. Obviously, Sarah is your number one, as it should be, but I feel the love for all of the rest of us.”

He sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed to put on his socks.

“This is so surreal,” he said looking up at me. “Sometimes I feel…”

“Overwhelmed?” I asked.

He nodded. “For a while, I think I’m getting a hold on things, then something happens, and I’m back in over my head again.”

“If that happens,” I said, “think about Sarah, about how much she loves you, and about how much you love her. Everything else stems from that. I know how confusing and overwhelming it can get, trust me, but concentrating on the person you love more than anything else, helps.”

He looked at me. “Who do you concentrate on?” he asked. “When you need to?”

I smiled at him.

“Now you understand,” I told him. “Now, you’d better get a move on, if you’re late to table your kid sister is going to spank you again.”

Since I’d not stopped dressing while we’d been talking, I was ready, and I went into the kitchen leaving him to dress.

Arnie made it to table just as Ness was serving up. He sat down next to Sarah, who grinned at him.

“Only just,” Ness said, placing his plate in front of him. He looked up at her sheepishly. “Sorry,” he said. “Caleb kept me talking.”

Dean and Danny both winced.

“Did you not teach him?” I asked Danny.

Danny shook his head in mock disappointment.

“I did,” he said. “It’s a lesson he obviously forgot.”

“What?” asked Arnie looking around the table.

“You never, ever, ever, drop your buddy in it like that…” said Dean. “It’s just not done. No matter who’s to blame, you take the licks and move on.”

“But he…”

“Keep on digging,” said Danny.

Arnie, belatedly wisely, stopped talking.

“Look around the table,” said Dean. “What do you see?”

Arnie looked around. All of the women, including Ness who’d just seated herself, stared back at him.

He looked to Dean, not really understanding the question.

Dean shook his head.

“The enemy,” he said. “And they out number us two to one. The only way to survive is to stick together.”

“You break the brotherhood,” continued Danny, “then you’re on your own. Nobody will have your back, and they’ll eat you alive.”

Arnie looked around the table again. The girls, who were still staring at him, wore equally predatory grins. He shuddered, and looked to Ness.

“What I meant to say,” he said, “was that Caleb told me to get a move on, and I kind of dawdled. Sorry.”

That raised a laugh all around the table.

“He’s getting it,” Dean said.

“A real learning moment,” said Danny.

I just grinned at Arnie, and he looked around the table and at me again.

“Again??” he said, realizing that we’d all been playing him.

Sarah put her arm around his shoulder pulling him to her and kissing his cheek.

“They’re just playing with you,” she said. “It’s a sign of affection.”

“It’s bullying is what it is,” he complained. “I’m going to tell teacher.”

That raised another laugh.

After dinner and the cleanup, Dean, Arnie, and I went out into the yard. Danny, for some reason, had decided that he wasn’t invited. Instead, he was talking to Edie. He’d been working on some of the administration for the school while we’d been out, and she’d seen him struggling with the accounts package. Having temped in many offices it was one she was familiar with, and she’d shown him the best way to set it up to make it easier to operate.

I wondered if she was actually going to get the job at the school as Melanie had hoped.

“Did you decide,” asked Dean, “what you’re going to do about Fiona?”

“Nothing,” I said. “I can’t see any way forward that doesn’t cause further problems. She’ll go and find herself a guy and hopefully they’ll have a good time together. She’s not my responsibility, no matter what your wayward daughter might think.

He laughed.

“How are you finding Ness working?”

I sighed, “I miss her,” I said. “And not just because it means I have to do all the cooking again. I’m usually in bed by the time she gets home, and by the time she wakes, I’m leaving to start my day. It’s difficult, but I guess that’s part of life.

Dean nodded. “It is,” he said. “You’ve all been a bit spoiled, being together at school then at home. For the last year and a bit, you’ve not really been apart for any length of time. Trust me it will get easier, but it does teach you to appreciate your time together and make the most of it.”

I nodded. “Having the connection helps,” I said. “We check in with each other a few times a day. Not even words, just feelings. I’ll think of her, or one of the others, and just let them know I’m thinking about them. And they do the same.”

“Is that what that is?” asked Arnie. “I thought it was just my mind wandering and thinking about… well about you guys. Most commonly it’s Sarah, but I’ve felt it for all of you. I didn’t know. How do I reciprocate?”

I smiled at him. “You already do,” I said. “Whenever you think about one of us fondly, it projects that feeling. The thing you need to learn is how to stop it from happening. There may be times when you don’t want to transmit your feelings, maybe if you’re mad at Sarah for something. You don’t need to bombard her with negative emotions.

“You get mad with your girls?” he asked.

“Where were you yesterday?” asked Dean.

“Oh,” said Arnie. “Yeah, I kind of forgot. I didn’t really feel it though…” The realization hit him.

“Oh,” he said again. “I get it.”

“Get Sarah to show you,” I said, “or one or other of us, whenever you’re ready.”

I finished my beer. “Right,” I said. “I’m off to bed. Night.”

I left Arnie and Dean out in the yard. I doubted they’d stay out there much longer, but I thought it might be nice for them to build a relationship. Dean was a really good man, and I always felt much better having him at my back.

I walked through the kitchen and poked my head into the living room, where everyone was sitting and chatting, to say goodnight. I noticed that Edie and Danny still had their heads together over a laptop and some papers.

I also noticed Melanie looking at me, a glint in her eye that I recognized.

It was no surprise when, as I climbed into bed, the bedroom door opened, admitting Melanie. I was surprised to see Ness following her in though.

I laid down waiting to see what was going to happen. My cock, however, had decided that SOMETHING was going to happen, and the bedcovers were already tented. Melanie looked at me and giggled.

“A bit presumptuous don’t you think?” she asked.

“Not at all,” I said. “His readiness is nothing more than an acknowledgement of the beauty of the visions I see before me.”

“Smooth,” said Ness. “Real smooth.”

“Sometimes,” I said. “But sometimes a little bit rough is good too.”

“Oh?” said Melanie. “Is that what you want?”

Suddenly my hands were pulled up and above my head, being held in place by Melanie’s TK.

“Wha….” I began, as my feet were pulled apart and down, being pinned to the bed.

Ness grinned.

The bedclothes that had covered me launched themselves away, leaving me pinned, naked, and vulnerable to any that wanted to take advantage. There were two now very naked, and exceptionally horny, women that apparently did.

Melanie crawled up the bed until she lay with her head just above my hips, her body to the right of my right leg. Ness matched her to the left. Both wore identical lascivious expressions. I felt my head being lifted, and a pillow slid behind it. Melanie’s TK control was getting much better. I was now looking down my own body straight into the eyes of the two women who, even now, were kissing, open mouthed, around the head of my cock.

I moaned as the sensations that their combined tongues generated threatened to take me straight over the edge and into the abyss. I felt my orgasm rush up until, just at the point that I was about to explode, it was suppressed, pressed back, leaving me with a sense of frustration, and yet intense pleasure as they continued their linguistic stimulation.

Melanie broke off for a moment and grinned at me.

“I’ve been practicing,” she said, before returning to her task.

Three times they brought me right to the edge, and three times she pushed my release back down. I was starting to ache from the denial, but I could feel that it wasn’t over yet.

After the third time they moved, Ness crawling up the bed, to swing her leg over my head.

“It’s about time you did some of the work,” she said, settling into place with her sex, already dripping with her arousal, hovering over my face. At the same time, although I couldn’t see what she was doing, I could feel Melanie taking up station, straddling my hips, and lowering herself onto my straining erection.

I’d never used any kind of cock ring, but my member was so hard and tight, it felt like I was wearing one now, one that was way too tight. As Melanie slid my head into her sopping snatch, my over-sensitive head sent jolts of lightning up my spine that, if she’d not been holding my orgasm at bay would have sent me way over the edge. The aching in my balls, caused by the multiple denied orgasms, was starting to build.

Melanie and Ness both used my body to bring themselves to release once, twice, and then a a third time. Melanie was giggling as she denied me my orgasm over and over again, causing the pressure to build further, with the pain now becoming intense.

“Melanie,” I tried as they swapped position. “It’s too much. It…” was all I managed to get out before she’d planted herself on my face in Ness’ position. I could feel the glee from both of them of being in control, of holding me off, as I’d done to them on more than one occasion. What they hadn’t considered was that the male anatomy was very different, and the denial had gone from being pleasurable to being intensely painful.

“You’re hurting me,” I sent to Melanie. It was a last resort. I didn’t want to spoil their fun. I’d hoped that they’d bring it to an end sooner, and that I could have a gentle word with them later. I could have blocked my own pain, but they needed to know the limits of what they were doing. If they were to do something like this to Arnie, or Josh, or someone else that couldn’t tell them, they could do some real damage.

Melanie froze.

“What?” she said, immediately clambering off me. “Ness move!” she said urgently.

Ness, looking worried, climbed off me.

“What did we do?” Melanie asked releasing her TK hold on me.

“You suppressed my orgasm so many times,” I said. “It’s not like edging, the pressure has built up so much it’s now really painful.”

“Oh my god,” she said, immediately releasing my orgasm. I all but screamed as my back arched, and I came, but my orgasm, far from being pleasurable, was pure pain. I thrashed and spasmed for what seemed an age before it was over, and I lay panting covered in my own emission, my balls aching like I’d been kicked by a horse. I looked down, half expecting the cum covering my chest to be streaked with blood.

Tears were rolling down Melanie’s face.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “When you do that to us… it makes it so good.”

I grabbed her hand and squeezed.

“We’re kind of built differently,” I said. “Two or three times was fine, after that the pressure just built. I kept hoping that you’d finish but you kept on and on until I couldn’t take the pain anymore.”

“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” she asked.

“Because he didn’t want to upset us,” said Ness, tears now flowing down her cheeks. “Oh my god…I just can’t stop fucking up, can I?”

“A little help?” I sent to Mary and Amanda. I sent them the memory of what had happened and what was going on now. Less than fifteen seconds later they entered the bedroom. Jules followed and, on taking in the scene, went into the bathroom.

Mary took Melanie and Amanda took hold of Ness. Jules came back with a warm cloth and began to clean me up.

I jumped as she touched my still sore equipment.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

Using my healing I soothed my own soreness and at the same time made sure that there was no lasting damage. I wondered idly if it were possible for my testicles to explode under those circumstances. It certainly had felt like they were about to.

Jules had finished cleaning me up and, retrieving my bedclothes, covered me with them.

“You okay?” she asked. I smiled at her.

“Yes. Thank you,” I said.

I looked over at where Mary was talking to Melanie. They both looked at me. Melanie, tears still visible on her face, came over to me.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I know,” I said. “You’re still learning how to use your powers, and your control was really good. If you’re going to do something like that though, then link to the person you’re tormenting so you can feel if things go too far.”

She nodded. “I will.” She thought for a moment. “If that had been Arnie, or Josh, I could have really hurt them, couldn’t I?”

“Yes,” I said. “Josh in particular. He wouldn’t have been able to let you know he was in pain. At least Arnie would have had the connection to talk to you. The same would have been true of any guy you were sharing with, although I guess there aren’t many you would do that with because you wouldn’t want to show your powers.”

Ness chose this moment to crawl up next to me on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” she said, still sniffling.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Melanie told her.

“It was my idea,” she said. Then she looked at me. “I thought we’d make up for…” she broke off.

“The idea was great,” said Melanie. “It was the execution that was poor, and that was entirely down to me. My powers, my mistake.”

I looked at Melanie and gave her a small smile.

“She’s right, squirt,” I said to Ness. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Melanie made a mistake, and now she knows. She won’t make the same one again. I’m good now, so everything is fine.”

Melanie lay down beside me, putting her head next to mine.

“I am sorry,” she said. “The last thing in the world I would ever want to do is hurt you. I love you.”

“I know,” I told her. I slid my arm around her shoulder and pulled her to me. She slid down slightly, resting her head on my shoulder. Ness took up position on my other side. I rolled forgiveness and love over the three of us as the other girls slipped quietly out of the room.

I was still aching the next morning when I woke. I checked myself over once more, noting that there was still some swelling, and soothed away the pain. I looked down, straight into Melanie’s open eyes.

“Are you still in pain?” she asked. “Even now?”

“Still a little sore,” I said. “It’s fine, I took care of it.”

She kissed my shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” she said quietly.

“It’s forgiven,” I told her. I slid out of bed, followed by Melanie and Sarah. Arnie, who Sarah woke, also followed.

“You okay?” Sarah asked. “I heard about what happened.”

“I’m fine,” I said dressing and heading out. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

They joined me in the living room. It was raining and too cold to go out back. The dogs still lined up to watch though.

We were just about finished when Terra started to whine and came over to me. She butted me in the leg and, when I looked down at her, she waddled out of the living room and into the kitchen, to where all of the dogs slept. She lay down in her bed looking at me, then I noticed her abdomen going rigid.

“Oops,” I said. “Looks like the pups are arriving.”

“What do we do?” asked Sarah who’d followed me.

“I have no idea,” I said. I gave Jules a mental prod to wake her up.

Soon I was joined in the kitchen by Jules and Cheryl.

Cheryl smiled at me as she arrived in the kitchen.

“I hear you’re a small farmer this morning?” she said with a small grin.

“A what?” I asked.

“You have two acres?” she asked.

I groaned. “I’ve changed my mind,” I retorted. “All the Mother-In-Law jokes ARE true.”

She laughed kneeling down beside Terra, stroking her head.

“She’s done this before,” she said. “So, I don’t expect any problems. Jules go grab some of the dogs towels please.

Jules went off and came back with a small pile of towels.

Terra started to move around her bed, obviously feeling some discomfort. She stood up and turned around a number of times, digging at the bed as if trying to scoop out a nest. Her tail tucked under and I could see her straining as if she wanted to poop.

The next thirty minutes was both amazing and disgusting, as she whelped four, slimy, bloody bundles. She ate stuff that made me want to heave, but ended up with four cute and cuddly puppies that lay contentedly suckling away on Terra’s teats. She lay on her side panting, presumably glad that her ordeal was over.

I stroked her head.

“Well,” I said to her, conversationally. “That was gross.”

“I hope,” said Cheryl, “that you’re not going to be like that at the birth of your children?”

“That,” I said, “depends on whether Ness is going to stick her head between her own legs and chew through the umbilical cord.”

“If I could stick my head between my own legs,” Ness responded, having joined us in the kitchen when she’d been told about the births, “I probably wouldn’t be having children.”

I looked at the pups.

“So, what’s the count?” I asked.

“One dog, and three bitches,” said Cheryl.

I couldn’t resist. “No,” I said, “I meant the pups.”

That earned me several simultaneous slaps as well as a guffaw from Arnie who was seated further away. He apparently wasn’t good with anything that vaguely resembled blood. I also saw Sarah giving him one of her patented glares.

I looked closer at the pups. They were all a fair size, but one was bigger than all the rest.

“Is that the dog?” I asked pointing. Cheryl shook her head.

“This one here,” she said pointing to one of the smaller pups. “With the balls sticking out the back.”

“I wondered how you could tell,” I said sarcastically.

“It’s easy,” Cheryl said. “You just hold them up to your ear and see which end they communicate from. If most of the noises are coming from their rear ends, they’re male.”

I nodded. “Interesting.” I mused. “Strange how it’s exactly the opposite way around in humans though.”

Dean laughed. “You’re living dangerously this morning,” he said. “Remember Ness is cooking breakfast. If you don’t want some of what came out of the back of Terra on your plate, I’d take it easy.”

“He has an amnesty this morning,” Ness said, her eyes suddenly filling with tears. “After what happened.”

Cheryl looked at her then at me.

“I thought…” she began “Did they really hurt you?”

“Not they,” said Melanie. “Me. And yes, I really did. I just didn’t understand what I was doing to him. I thought I was teasing. I was actually torturing him, and definitely not in a good way. I’m surprised you didn’t hear the scream from down here.”

“He didn’t actually scream,” said Mary. “He managed to suppress it.”

“It looked like he was screaming,” said Ness. “It was horrible.”

“I’m fine,” I said. “Let’s forget about it. Who gets to name the puppies?”

“The person who takes them,” said Cheryl. “We’ll only name the ones we keep. If we give them names at this stage it becomes difficult, if not impossible, to let them go.”

“That makes sense,” I said.

We were late having breakfast, and subsequently late to head out for another day taking down fences. Arnie complained that he had aches in places he didn’t even know he had places, and I could relate, but for a very different reason.

“You know that you don’t have to do this,” Dean said as we sat eating lunch. “I kid with you about working, but this is supposed to be your vacation. You don’t have to spend it working. Either of you.”

“I know,” I said. “I enjoy it.”

Dean looked at Arnie, who was busy devouring some kind of savoury pastry.

He finished his mouthful. “Same,” he said. “It’s hard work, but it’s also satisfying. Besides if I weren’t out here with you guys, I’d be stuck at the house with all those women. The prospect of that terrifies me.”

Dean laughed. “Fair point,” he said.

“I am going to want to spend some time shopping,” I said. “I still need to find gifts, but I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to get anyone. Do you have any ideas?” I asked Dean.

He shook his head.

“Nope,” I said. “I took a leaf out of your book from last year and bought Cheryl a case of that wine.”

“Damn,” I said. “So, I need to think of something else for her.”

“And I still have over half that box of cigars left,” he said. “So don’t get those again. They’d only be wasted.”

I grimaced. “And for you too, I have one idea for Jules, but other than that, I’m clueless.”

“Why don’t you and Arnie take a trip to the mall tomorrow,” he suggested. “Have a look around and see if you get any ideas. Let’s not tell the girls, we’ll come out to work, then I’ll get one of the boys to meet us with a truck and you can go shopping. If you find something you can bring it back and have it ready. If not, then it’s good research.”

I thought about that. I did also hear a fleeting thought from him about a bourbon he liked. I wasn’t sure if he had meant to let it slip or not, but I filed the information for later. I’d see if it was available.

I also remembered that last year, my parents had bought a painting for Cheryl from an artist she liked. I decided to look online and see if I could find anything else by that same painter, and if I could get delivered in time for the big day. I still had three weeks so, if I ordered quickly, I might be in luck. I’d take a look online when I got back to the house later.

“Sounds like a good plan,” I said. “Arnie?”

“I’m in,” he said. “I’ve got no idea what to get for Sarah, so I’m hoping that I might get some inspiration.”

We spent the rest of the day working, removing more of the fencing. It seemed to be never ending, and I doubted that even if we were to work for the entirety of the vacation that the three of us wouldn’t be able to remove it all.

Back at the house, Arnie and I once more showered together and got dressed ready for dinner.

“What did they do to you last night?” he asked.

“You know how I sometimes push orgasms back, using my power?” I responded. He nodded.

“They did that to me, but something like eight or ten times,” I said. “The pressure just got so bad I honestly thought my balls were going to explode. I felt like Blaze had kicked me.”

Arnie winced.

“You’re ok now?” he asked.

“A little tender,” I told him, “but no lasting damage.”

After dinner, I spent some time on my computer looking for, and finding, a painting for Cheryl. It was a little expensive, but even though I was spending a lot of money on flying, I still had plenty in reserve. Not having to pay for anything other than food, and even those massive food bills being split by so many, made it very easy.

I ordered the painting with delivery promised the week before Christmas. It was cutting it fine and, as a last resort, I printed out the details of the picture. If it didn’t arrive before the day, I’d give Cheryl the paperwork. It would be a poor substitute, but it would be better than nothing.

Melanie was waiting in our bed when I came out from my shower. I smiled at her.

She threw back the covers, inviting me in. I stood for a moment looking at her. She was beautiful, her naked body only partially concealed by some of the bedclothes.

Sliding in beside her, she covered me once more and snuggled into my side. Her hand resting on my stomach.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, the hand that had been resting on my stomach, moving south to gently cup me.

“I’m good,” I said, feeling my blood being redistributed. She kissed my shoulder.

“I thought,” she said moving her hand up a touch, and resting it over the top of my hardening tool, “I’d come and make sure you’d recovered.”

“I’m fully…” I began before stopping as she simultaneously lowered her head to lap at my nipple, and gently squeezed my rapidly inflating cock.

“Fully?” she asked lifting her head to look up at me.”

“Fully recovered.” I finished, relishing the feeling of her rhythmic squeezes.

“I think,” she said, her voice a little muffled under the covers as she moved further south, “I need to make sure.”

I groaned as I felt the heat of her mouth enclosing the head of my now rampant erection.

I wanted to tell her that there was no need, that I was fine, but what man is going to say anything like that when he can feel a woman he loves, sheathing him deep in her throat?

I simply groaned again.

Melanie took her time, giving me a long, slow, loving blowjob. She used no powers on me, at least none I could feel although it was so good that I suspected that she’d tapped into my sensations and was using that feedback to make it as good as possible for me. When I finally tipped over the edge, she held me deep, the head of my cock lodged well into her throat as I pumped what felt like a quart of cum into her stomach.

By the time it was over, I was starting to worry she’d pass out due to lack of oxygen. She eventually pulled back, cleaning me with her tongue, as she took a long grateful breath through her nose.

My balls were aching again, but this time the satisfied aching of balls that had been well and truly, pleasurably, drained.

She moved back up my body bringing our lips together in a gentle kiss. Normally I would have started to move to reciprocate but I knew that she didn’t want that. What she wanted now was for me to hold her, and for us both to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“I love you,” I told her, she smiled.

“Thank you,” she said, and then rolled love and safety and contentment over me, easing me into sleep.

The next morning we decided to run. We’d gotten about four miles from the ranch when the heavens opened. By the time Arnie, Sarah, Melanie, the three dogs, and I got back to the house, we resembled muddy, steaming, half-drowned rats. Terra, who’d stayed home with her pups, regarded us all as we re-entered the utility room. I was surprised how easily she managed the smug look.

The dogs shook, showering us all again with cold, dirty water.

Melanie looked at me, grinned, and then began stripping off, dropping her clothes into the washing machine. Sarah shrugged and started to disrobe.

Arnie was the last to strip, his face burning.

Despite our bravado, I wasn’t going to parade through the house naked. I had, however, planned for this, expecting that at some point we’d come back soaked and dirty. With this in mind, I’d brought some bathrobes down and hung them on the back of the utility room door. I handed them around, Arnie giving me a grateful look when I gave him his.

“No fair,” complained Cheryl as we emerged from the utility room, swaddled in the robes. “I came down specially to see the parade when I saw it was raining.”

I grinned at her.

“Nothing you’ve not seen before,” I told her.

“Not you,” she said, returning my grin. “You I’ve seen, but…” she tailed off as her gaze turned to Arnie, whose face, which had yet to return to his normal coloration, reddened further. He ducked past her and ran for the bedroom to get showered and dressed.

Sarah looked after him, smiling softly.

“We need to lay off a little,” I mused. “He’s going to get a complex.”

“He’ll be fine,” she said, moving to follow him.

After breakfast Arnie and I set out to see if we could find Christmas gifts.

“So,” he started, “do you have any ideas at all?”

“I know what I’m getting for Jules,” I told him. “We’ll get that first.”

We headed into the electronics store where I’d bought her microscope the previous year.

“Why does she need a thermal camera?” he asked.

“She’ll have to explain,” I said. “I just know she’s been umming and ahhing about buying one for ages. She might be an heiress, but she doesn’t like to spend money.”

He contemplated that for a while.

“How rich is Dean?” he asked.

“I have no idea,” I said, “but I suspect high hundreds of millions if not more, it’s not just the farm. They have a whole dairy supply chain. I’ve never asked.”

He chewed his lip for a while.

“How am I supposed to compete with that?” he asked as I paid for my purchase.

“Compete?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

“You just spent on Jules’ present, almost my entire budget for EVERYONE’s present,” he said. “Who’s going to be satisfied with anything I get them when I can’t afford to buy those kinds of gifts?”

“Let’s go get a coffee,” I said, guiding him out of the store and heading for the coffee shop a few stores down. We sat down with our drinks.

“Talk to me,” I said. “What’s bothering you?”

“I just,” he began. “I’m just not… you guys are just so… I mean. When your house burned down, you just went out and bought another one, cash… you throw money around like it doesn’t mean anything. I thought I was doing alright, but I don’t have anything like the money you guys do, and it’s kind of embarrassing sometimes. You pay for everything. Other than when it’s just me and Sarah, I’ve not put my hand in my pocket once for anything and it makes me feel…”

I caught flashes of a number of thoughts running through his head. Somehow his insecurity about the size of his manhood had been reinforced by his comparative financial situation and position in the household, leaving him feeling lesser… unimportant. His self-esteem, which had previously been pretty good, was being ground down by the circumstances, and I was partly responsible. He was comparing himself to me constantly and failing on every metric. That in itself didn’t surprise me because he was subconsciously comparing on points where I was superior. I was certain that there were plenty of things he was better at than me, but he wasn’t considering those.

I chewed my lip, wondering exactly how to respond.

“You know that Sarah loves you,” I asked. “Right?”

He nodded. “Yes but…”

“And her parents aren’t rich?” I interrupted him.

“But you…” he began again.

“Just over a year ago,” I told him, “I was where you are. I had no money, or very little, I was doing okay, nowhere near as good as you are now. I was at school and had a small allowance. I’d done some work during the breaks and had maybe a thousand bucks in my bank account.

“When I found out that the twins had a couple of millions each, I was amazed. I remember the conversation like it was yesterday. It makes me cringe even now when I remember offering to give the girls some money if they were short. When Mary told me how rich they were I was really embarrassed, but she told me that she loved me, and that everything that she had was for us to share, and not just me. She included Jules as well – we’d not yet met Ness at that time.

“When we found out how rich Pops was, I think Mary felt as embarrassed that she and Amanda had offered Jules to share their ‘meager’ couple of million each.

“Then we got adopted, and again I felt like you when Pops just started paying for stuff. He bought the house, dumped fifty thousand dollars into my bank, and didn’t turn a hair. We use his private jet like it’s a taxi, and I know that costs him a fortune. I know exactly how you feel.”

“You’re measuring yourself on metrics you can’t hope to compete with. Dean is so rich that it’s just not funny. I, and most of my girls, have Powers.”

Arnie opened his mouth to respond but I held up my hand.

“And yet,” I continued, “Sarah CHOSE YOU. It’s YOU that she loves, it’s YOU that makes her happy. She’s not interested in how much money you have or anything other than being with the person that she loves. That goes for us too. You can feel how much we all love you and how much a part of our family you have become. Also, you’ve shared our feelings many times now in the bedroom. Have you even once gotten the feeling that ANY of us are disappointed in you as a lover?”

Arnie flushed and looked around, seeing if anyone was close enough to overhear our conversation.

“The only person who’s worried about your size is you,” I went on. “I can do something about that for YOU if that’s what YOU want. I assure you that the only reason it’s even in any of our minds is because it bothers you. Sarah is more than satisfied with you in that department.

“Nobody is going to be looking at the price tags of anything that you buy for them as gifts. In your place I’d spend the majority of what I had on Sarah. Gifts for outside the family will come from all of us, and if you really want to get something for the girls then just get them something small. I promise you that none of them will be worried about how much things cost.”

We finished our drinks and set out to browse the mall, trying to get some ideas. It came as no surprise that we ended up at the jewellers. As we browsed the various items on sale, I noticed a young-ish woman standing talking to the man behind the counter. He was holding onto a ring and looking at it through his loupe.

“How much were you looking for?” he asked her. I could see tears rolling down her face.

“I need five hundred,” she said. “I have to get presents for my children.”

That caused me to look a little deeper.

Her name was Amida. Her husband had been a US Marine and had been killed, not in action, but in a traffic accident while on his way home following his honorable discharge at the end of his service. That was just over a year ago. Since he’d already been discharged from service, and had not yet taken up his employment, his family fell between the cracks and she got very little with regards to death benefits. Now she was scraping by on her single wage, with two young children to care for.

Last Christmas had been overshadowed by her husband’s, the children’s father’s, death, but even so they had already purchased the majority of the Christmas gifts for the children. This year, however, was something different. She was determined to give the children as good a Christmas as she could. While she was earning enough day-to-day to make ends meet, there was very little spare. She’d made the difficult decision to sell the engagement ring which was the more valuable of the two rings that her husband had given her, her wedding ring being a plain gold band, which matched the one he had worn.

“I’m sorry,” the jeweller said. “I can’t. The best I can do is two hundred…”

“But…” she said, more tears coming, “that won’t be enough…”

I could see the indecision in her mind. Two hundred, while nowhere near enough to pay for what she needed for her children’s Christmas, was two hundred more than she had now. She was about to accept, when I gently pushed.

“I’m sorry,” she said, taking the ring back, tears still trickling down her face. She left the store. I followed.

Arnie, who had been watching, followed me.

I gently encouraged the woman to take a seat on one of the seats in the mall set aside for shoppers to rest on. She sat, staring sadly at the ring in her hands, crying softly.

“Excuse me,” I said softly. “Are you okay?”

She looked up at me, her dark eyes still swimming. She didn’t know why, but for some reason she had to unburden to someone, and that someone was me. She burst into fresh tears.

I learned her story, the one I already knew from reading her earlier, but this time from her. She told me of how she’d met her husband, a Marine, when he’d stood up for her when some bigoted asshole had been abusing her in the store she’d been working in. The asshole had been telling her that he didn’t want her serving him, and that she shouldn’t even be in the country and she should go back home. Said asshole had been really surprised when a uniformed Marine had, in no uncertain terms, told him to leave her alone and to leave the store. There had been words but, as with bullies everywhere, the asshole had backed down when faced with someone who was not obviously weaker than him and had left the store, tail between his legs.

Their courtship had been slow, but inevitable, and they’d married two years later. The children came in the second and third year of their marriage, and they’d been blissfully happy together in the periods between his deployments, which thankfully were neither too long, nor too often.

They’d made the decision between them that he’d muster out. The children were getting older, and he wanted to be able to spend more quality time with them, without the spectre of potential deployment hanging over them, so he put in his papers, and was discharged. He was driving home when he’d hit a deer, which had come through the windshield striking him in the head and killing him instantly.

Now she was back working in the store, earning enough to make ends meet, but with little to spare for luxuries like Christmas.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s do some shopping.”

When she thought back about it later, Amida couldn’t understand why she’d allowed a perfect stranger to lead her from store to store in the mall, picking up all the gifts she’d been looking for, not just for her children, but for her and her family. The young man had followed her without complaint, simply handing his card over each time payment was due, carrying bags, talking to her gently, and encouraging her to find just the right gift for everyone she needed to buy for. They also ordered, and paid for, food that would be delivered closer to the day, so that the family would have plenty of everything to last them over the holiday period. She’d felt comfortable with him. Any other time she might have worried that something would be expected in return for all of this, but for some inexplicable reason she knew that, in this case, there was nothing to fear. Nor did she balk about accepting what she might otherwise have considered as charity. On the one occasion where she even considered asking why he was doing this, his answer was both simple and complete.

“My father-in-law is a Marine,” was all he’d had to say. She’d accepted that as his rationale without question.

Finally, with everything loaded into her car, he held open her door as she climbed into the driver’s seat.

“It was nice to meet you,” he said with a smile. He went to close the door.

“Wait,” she said. He paused.

“Will you at least come and meet my children at some point? I’d like for them to say thank you.”

“There really is no need…” he’d told her.

“Please?” she said, fishing into her handbag and pulling out a notebook. She scribbled in it and tore off the sheet, handing it to him.

“My address and number. Please?”

“I’ll try,” he said. “I’ll call first to let you know.”

She placed her hand over his where it was on the door frame.

“Thank you,” she said, then withdrew her hand as he gently closed the door.

Arnie walked up beside me, his shoulder touching mine, as we watched Amida drive out of the parking lot.

“That was…” he began, but then stopped, his words failing him.

“Hmmm?” I said lost to my own thoughts. Then I looked at him.

“Sorry,” I said. “We’ve lost a lot of time. Did you want to go and look around some more?”

He shook his head. “Not today,” he said. “I think I’ve decided on what to get Sarah, but right now I need to get you back to the Ranch.”

I raised my eyebrow, “Why?” I asked a hint of suspicion in my tone.

“Because for the last two hours, I’ve had six girls piggybacking onto my senses, and they, and if I’m honest I, want nothing more than to take you to bed and show you just how hot what you just did was.

I laughed. “Damn,” I said. “They’ve been spying on me? Through you?”

“Not spying,” he said. “When you were speaking to Amida, I guess some of my emotion must have leaked. Sarah asked me if I was okay and I told her what was happening. Next thing I know she asked me if she could see. Then the other girls kind of jumped on board over the next fifteen minutes or so.

I sighed, turning to walk to where my truck was parked, across the other side of the parking lot.

“Wait,” said Arnie. “Are you angry with me?”

I grinned at him. “Not really,” I said. “It just surprised me is all.”

All four dogs came out to meet us when we arrived back. Terra, almost back to her pre-puppy figure, surprisingly was bounding alongside them. I stroked her head for a few minutes and then she went back inside to rejoin her pups.

Of the girls there was no sign.

Cheryl grinned at me as I entered the kitchen.

“You’re needed upstairs,” she told me. I raised an eyebrow.

“Upstairs?” I asked.

“Your room,” she said.

I walked through the living room, where Danny and Edie were seated chatting. They both looked up. Danny gave me a grin while Edie smirked at me.

“It was nice knowing you,” she said. Danny laughed.

Arnie followed me up the stairs. I could hear giggling coming from our bedroom as I pushed the door open.

A very naked Jules grabbed my hand and pulled me to her, kissing me hard.

She was breathless when she finally broke the kiss.

“Come on,” she said. “Shower.”

She led me to the bathroom, grabbing Arnie’s hand too pulling him in after her. I could sense some communication between them and saw Arnie blush a little. I wondered what that was about.

A few minutes later, he and I were as naked as Jules, and we were all three in the shower. Jules washed me, while Arnie mostly washed himself, although I did get his back, as Jules was getting mine. When we were done, and rinsed off, Jules pushed me back against the wall, grabbing my cock which, as per normal with Jules, hadn’t bothered to ‘wake up.’

A little manipulation on her behalf, however, and he got the message that things weren’t quite as expected and he was up and looking around expectantly waiting to see what would happen.

What did happen was as much as a surprise to me, as it was to him. Arnie dropped to his knees in front of me, Jules kneeling beside him. A memory flashed through my head, of Josh being in this same position, with Amanda at his side, as she talked him through giving his first blowjob. It seemed that the task this time was going to fall to Jules. I briefly wondered about that, given her current ‘off’ state, but hey, maybe it was steak night after all.

Arnie took my cock in his hand and squeezed gently, looking up at me. “Is this okay?” he asked.

“It is,” I said. “Thank you.”

I took note as the girls slipped into the bathroom, Sarah at their vanguard. I briefly worried about how she would feel watching her boyfriend do this for the first time, but her aura told me that she was not only okay with it, the sight of her boyfriend about to suck her brother’s cock was making her incredibly horny.

Jules whispered in Arnie’s ear and he began to move his hand, squeezing slightly more firmly as he wanked me. It took only seconds for my arousal to become apparent, a bead of pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock. Arnie leaned forward slightly, and stuck out his tongue, capturing it. I watched his face as he tasted me, wondering what he thought.

His aura told me that he liked it, my flavour apparently making him even hornier. He leaned forward again, opening his mouth, and taking the head of my cock inside, holding onto it and lapping at the underside.

As far as I knew, this was the first time Arnie had done anything like this, but he’d obviously been paying attention when others had done it to him, because he hit all the sweet spots. He pressed forward, easily taking my full length into his mouth, without gagging and pulling back, applying just the right amount of suction, while stimulating me with his tongue. I knew that if he carried on like this, I’d be giving up the goods in very short order.

I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall as he continued, taking me higher and higher without effort, giving me one of the best blowjobs I’d ever experienced. I wondered just how he was so good at this but my rumination on this was short lived because I felt him reach up and tug at my balls, bringing me even closer to my peak.

I moaned.

“I’m close,” I told him, half expecting him to back off, but he didn’t. Instead, he tugged a little harder on my balls sucked harder on my cock head, and swirled his tongue around the sweet spot, sending sparks of electricity up my spine.

“N…n…now!!!” I yelped. He’d slid a finger behind my balls and massaged my taint, causing me to lose control.

My cock spasmed, spurting wads of thick creamy spunk into his mouth. Arnie had backed off a little so that the head of my cock was in his mouth, sitting on his tongue, which was massaging the underside, as he sucked, taking everything I had to offer. I looked down at him as the final few spasms racked my body. He locked eyes with me, and I saw the corners of his mouth twitch up. Then he pulled back, a slight pop coming as he finally released my spent member.

I heaved a heavy sigh.

Then Sarah moved. I hadn’t notice Jules moving out of the way, but there was just enough space for Sarah to kneel by her boyfriend and turn his face to her kissing him deeply, both of them sharing the load that he’d spent the last few minutes extracting from me. They each swallowed as they broke the kiss.

“I love you,” Sarah told him as they stared at each other.

“I love you,” he returned, his gaze fixed on her eyes.

They stayed in that position for a few moments, and I was glad of that, it gave me time to catch my breath.

Then Arnie stood, and before I realized what was happening, he kissed me. I could taste remnants of my own cum as our tongues battled but that had never worried me. Sarah had stood with him, and was holding onto the pair of us from the side, almost pressing us together. Finally the kiss ended.

“Thank you,” he said.

I chuckled. “Shouldn’t that be my line?” I asked him. “That was amazing.”

“Come on,” he said stepping out of the shower. “The rest of the girls are waiting.”

I looked over to where Mary, Amanda, Ness, and Melanie were watching from the bathroom door. The room was awash in purple and I realized that the afternoon’s entertainment had only just begun.