asked to be excused. When I got to the washroom, I went into the stall and sat down. As I day dreamed about screwing my Spanish teacher right up the ass, bent over my desk with everyone watching, my cock became instantly very hard and I reached my full length of 5 and half inches. As I sat trying to take my mind off her perky tits and tight ass I thought to myself

"I knew I should have jacked off this morning."

But I knew myself well enough to know the only way of getting rid of my Miss Alvarez fantasy was to jerk off. Since I couldn’t go back to class with a hard-on I decided to do the deed quickly. I pulled out my full hard cock, and I started to rub and fondle my balls until the point where I was ready to fuck anything that walked. I closed my eyes and imagined Miss Alvarez begging me to eat her out. I heard the door open but thought nothing of it since I was being quiet. I continued my slow rhythmic motions as I heard the door opening again. For a split second I thought what if that person saw me through the door crack. I worried for a moment, but hurriedly decided to get back to the task on hand.

I slowly stroked my cock for what felt like an eternity. I could feel my balls wanting to explode with the passion and ecstacy I’d felt so many times before. I continued fantasizing about my teacher as I stroked circles around the head of my fully erect cock. I felt my load beginning to bubble inside me when I suddenly heard moaning outside the stall door. I quickly zipped up and rushed the door open only to see a sight from the heavens. There she was, the woman of my dreams, Miss Alvarez, spread eagle, feet on the sinks, pussy in the air, masturbating. Instantly I felt my cock grow even more. There was no hiding my erection from her, not like it mattered judging on her position. My cock was huge.

"Miss Alvarez!" I managed to choke out from the bottom of my throat. "What are you doing!?"

"I caught a peek of you through the door," she replied in her sexy Spanish tone "I thought you might like it if I join in on the fun."

I felt my cheeks go beet red. Somehow the thought of her catching me in my most private of moments made me long for that sweet Spanish pussy even more.

"Sit down in that stall again or it’s another detention for you" she said as she slowly fingered her beautiful pink pussy, which I could now see was totally soaked with her juices.

I obeyed the teacher and sat again in the stall. I pulled out my still erect cock and shivering from the pure excitement of the situation at hand. My hands were freezing cold and I let out a small moan as they made contact with my cock. I began to stroke my cock again, watching her finger her sweet hole. She rolled her head back as her tempo increased. She inserted a finger into her pussy as she licked her lips and stared straight at me.

Miss Alvarez undid her blouse and exposed to me her perfect tits. Her beautiful nipples were erect and ready to be sucked. I felt my body continue shivering and I increased my tempo. She rolled her head back again and jammed one more finger into her pussy. She started to moan as I watched her juices flow down her fingers.

"Fuck me like a good little schoolboy!" she screamed in total ecstacy.

I couldn’t take it any more. My cock exploded into the biggest orgasm I’d ever had. I felt my thick cream spurt all over myself as I stroked faster and faster. My whole body was trembling as I felt myself contract to squeeze out the last few drops of cum I had left inside me.

Miss Alvarez got up, totally naked and came over to me, she got on her knees and cleaned off my cock of all the cum. As I went to get up she said

"Aren’t you going to return the favor?"

I got on my knees and cleaned her sweet pussy of all the juices. When she stood up, we got dressed and she said

"So, detention next Wednesday ?"

She smiled at me and walked away.

e about myself and my sister. I am about 6ft. tall, 150lbs, and average size cock. My sister was about 80lbs., about 41/2 to 5ft tall, and now that i have been paying atention...had a really nice ass.
Once i got in the room i wanted to jump ontop of her and fuck her brains out, but no, i decide to make sure that she was at least asleep. So i walked p to her slowly and tapped her shoulder, nothing, the i touched and rubbed her stomach, nothing, then i started rubbing her pussy, again, nothing.
So getting a little braver i pulled her panties down just untill i could see her pussy. And oh my god was it beautiful. So smooth, soft, and warm. I just wanted to eat it up. So i started tasting it and flicking my tounge over her clit, and to my surprise, NOTHING happend. Again getting more confidence, i started to rub it with my finger. Then i trired to slide a finger in, and it did...here i am thinking she was a virgin, and at 13 she wasnt.
After playin with her pussy for a while she was still sleeping soundly. So i thought, mabye i could get my dick in her mouth. so i went to where her head was and turned it so that it was facing me. I then grabbed her chin and held her forehead and opened her mouth. And i started to skull fuck her, not too hard though, i didnt want to wake her. And wow...did it feel great.
Once that got boring i decided id try and kiss her, basically because i couldnt think of anything else to do. So i knelt down and slowly touched my lips to hers and slid my toung into her mouth. ANd i started to kiss her gently. Right at that point an idea popped into my mind. FUCK HER!!
And since she was such a heavy sleeper it wouldnt be too hard to get her in the right position. I went to the end of the bed and closed her legs, the slid her panties off while lifting her ass so that i could. Then i spread her legs as far as i could get them to go. I slowly and as carefully as i could climed on the bed and straddled her. I just sat there thinking "what the hell am i doing???" Then i was just like "fuck it...you only live once'
So i got inbetween her legs and started to slowly fuck her. Sliding in and out as slow and smooth as i possibly could. Then the strangest thing happend.
I heard a moan. But i ignored it and kept fucking her. Then again a moan and i felt her hips thrust beneath me. Was she awake?
Anyways, i kept fucking her but i slowed down a little bit. Then her eyes opened and she just stared me down and all i could do is stare back with my mouth wide open. We did this for like 5 minutes. Then she said "I've been awake the whole time, keep going it feels soo good."
So now that she was awake i got to speed it up a little bit. And i rolled her over so that she was on top and just told her to bounce as fast as she wanted and she wanted to go fast. So i started to throw my hips into it too making us go at least twice as fast as earlier.
All i could hear was her "AWWWWW!!!!"
"MMMMMMMM....Harder, faster."
And i did as she said. "you want faster? I'll give you faster!"
And i started thrusting as hard as i possibly coudl and just listened to her scream. Then i said i was gonna cum. And that scared her. "No, get it out then!!!!!"
So i said "well are you just gonna leave me hanging?"
And she whispered "nope, get thatdick over her."
So i walked over to her and she put it in her mouth and started bobbing up and down, up and down. and moving her hand at the same time, and playin with my nuts also. This time i didnt even give her any warning, i just grabbed her head and came in her mouth forcing ehr to take all of it. and let me tel you that that was the best ejaculation ive ever had...
And afterwards she actually said thank you. And wanted to know if we would ever be able to do it again, and all i had to say to that was "any time baby, any time." So just about every night we would sneak into her room because it was the furthest away form my moms and we woud fuck all night long............

shocked. he blurted how did you see me?!!?  i told him if he didnt do me a favor then i was going to tell mom. he got really scared at that point and said ok what do i have to do.  I said with a huge smile on my face "FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR LITTLE SISTER" he stared at me for a moment and said is the only way you wont tell mom. and i shook my head yes.  so he did what he must and for my it was about time i have been horny the whole morning so finally.  He got up took off his shirt and i put my hands on that seventeen year old body.  i told him to take ful control of me and do what he pleases with me. so he pulled down my pj bottoms to reaveal a skimpy litle pink thong.  he took off my shirt and my bra and began rubbing his hands all over my tits.  we began a kiss that only broke because he told me to get on my knees.  i did. and when i did he pulled down his boxers to reaveal a nice 8 inch hard on.  he pulled my hair into pigtails and told me to get hair ties to keep them this way. so i did and then he said "suck my dick you little whore" i took his shaft into my mouth and began licking the sides. i moved up and down his cock, in and out of my young lips. then out of no where he asked me "do you like big brothers cock in your mouth?" so i took his dick out of my mouth and answerd oh fuck yea. then he said tell me again this time with me in your mouth so i did. he was grabbing and pulling my pigtails untill he said "imm cumming you fucking slut!" and he did filling up my mouth with about a weeks worth of cum. i swallowed all i could but some began to leak out the sides of my mouth. and then i got up and left but i forgot my clothes.

I was standing in the hallway with just a pink thong and pigtails when my dad came out and said what the hell are you doing and why do you smell like semen.  i said like and slut would i was horny when i woke up so i went and gave bryan(thats my brother) a blowjob.  my dad was speechless he didnt know what to say he just stared at me when he got this look in his eyes, and said so my little girl is a whore? well he said if your such a whore then the only thing to do would me to fuck you am i right? my eyes lit up when he said this i was like "oh fuck yes sir"  he walked up to me picked me up brought me to his room and put me on the bed.  he quickly pulled off his pants and told me to get on all fours and tilt my head back.  when i did he then grabbed my by the hips rammed his dick in my pussy and began fucking the hell out of me. he began sayin your "daddys slut huh" "all you want to do is get your pussy filled with your dads hoy warm cum dont you" the whole time i couldent stop screaming OHHHH FUCKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEE OHH GOD IM A FUCKING SLUT SO FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY ... GOD FUCKK MEEE .  and right about then he burst his whole load deep into my pussy and told me if your not on the pill start "because tomorrow im gonna make a lot of money off you at work your gonna be fucked by a whole bunch of people you dont know and you will love it you hear me"  all i could say was yes daddy

to be continued only if you like it otherwise i wont...

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y" She continued.
"Hey listen if this thing with this guy dosent last i'll give you a call" and that was it.
I have had several warning about her in the past but I did not take them seriously.
"You Alex im sorry i got to tell you this but your girl is a slut" I remeber my friend Anthony saying.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean she jumps from every swinging cock there is" He said seriouisly.
If and only if I had listen to him then and ended it but no I though it was going somewere. Parisa was my sisters friends and when I tried to tell her that her friend was a whore and a half she did'nt want to listen to me. My sister Sarah was the person that hooked us up and it was obvious she was taking sides but she had told me she was a virgin and a good girl. I dont know if thats true but it sure turned bad after she met that guy. The only thing that I going for me was that bitch Parisa is going to get used, abused, and losed by her new boyfriend Paul that and the fact that another one of my sisters friends was always there for me and her name was Mel. Mel was a sweet 16 year old girl with a figure that makes your mouth water and she had one of the nicest and sexiest personnalities that was by far better that anyone else i had ever met. Today was my lucky day because all day I wanted nothing more other than to die but suddenly the door bell rang. No one but me was home so I was suprised to see someone ringing the doorbell as I usually get calls on the phone from friends then they come over not univited. I walked slowly to the door and opened it to find Mel standing there.
"Oh, hey wats up,Oh, yeah Sarah's not here shes at that bitches house" I said.
"Oh my god are you still sad over her you know its not the end of the world" She said smiling.
"Leave me alone I said Sarahs not here" I said almost closing the door.
"Wait, are you ok? Im coming in" She said as she came in.
I walked over to the couch and sat down then she sat right beside me. I could have sworn that she was coming on to me but I thought she was being a good friend.
"You know that you can sit around the house feeling sad or you could go out and find yourself someone new" She said trying to motivate me.
"But who out there likes me? who out there cares?" I yelled.
"There's enough people, Trust me" She assured me.
"Like Who" I said back.
"Well me for example" She said.
The room was silenced for a whole minute. She then realized that she had put herself out there and thinking that he didnt like her back she was ready to take it back.
"I mean eh.........." Thats all she could get out before I kissed her.
I didn't know what i was thinking but I knew she wanted it. We were making out for a whole 5 minutes before I took of her shirt tried to unhook her bra, don't get me wrong i was a pro at this and I have had sex enough times before but something was'nt right about this and I was about to find out.
"Wait!" She said.
"Wats wrong" I said back.
"I've never done this before" She said feeling ashamed.
"Done worry it'll be ok, Trust me" I winked at her.
"If im not good the you could teach me, Right?" She asked.
"Sure I will" I answered.
"Does this mean we are going out?" She asked another question.
"Mel I always liked you so ya ofcourse we are" I told her.
"Then teach me already, I've heard its fun but will it hurt?" She asked.
"Not if you dont wanted to but i'll take it slow" I told her.
With that started to take off her clothes and then i shed my own. I remeber how beautiful she looked standing there naked I can never get that image out of my head.
"Now you will learn how to give head" I Said to her.
"I think I know how to" She said back.
With that she took my already hard cock and stuffed it in her mouth and started sucking on it. For a beginner she was actully good, In fact she was so could that I almost came right there but I took it out in the last second.
"Whats wrong, Did'nt I do it right?" She asked.
"No it's just time for phase 2" I told her.
Then she knew what i was talking about so she laid on her back on the sofa and waited for me. I started by kissing my way up her tights the I kissed around it until i was finnaly there. I started using some moves that had worked for me in the past and they really worked because she was pleased and she let me know it.
"Don't you stop, Don't you stop" She screamed.
The out of now were i stopped and just kissed her. She was confused and looked disapointed with how fast it was and the fact that she did,nt have an orgasm yet.
"Thats it? Your Done? Why did you stop? " She asked.
"I did'nt want you to come that fast, Not before phase 3" I said to her.
"But Phase 2 was so good" She begged for more.
"Don't worry phase 3 would be better" I promised her.
She then knew what was coming. She took a deep breath and guided my dick indide her.
"Oh shit, This hurts" She screamed.
She was so tight and wet that I could not believe this was happening to me. I first started slow and I could see that she was enjoying it and her face looked like pain and pleasure combined but she liked it.
"Harder, Faster, Come on FUCK ME HARDER" she begged for more.
With that I started to pick up the pace and she was screming soo hard that I could tell that she really liked it so much. I started to use some on my skills by changing positions or by changing the motion but in the end it was just to much for her and she was basicly pleasured so much because it was her first time that she just wanted to explode and I was just about done myself and with the last amount of strenght that I had left in me I emptied all my load in her and with that we were done. We both just lied there naked starring at each other, Knowing what we had done, Knowing what we had started but we knew it was special. This turned out to be the best thing that happenned to me as I started a realationship with a wonderfull girl, My life started to get better, I got a good paying job, and i start university soon. By the way my ex Parisa got what she deserved and she did call me to take her back (She is still waiting on my call).

           Charlotte is 5 years younger than me, that makes her 23, and she is beautiful and slim, with luscious tits. She’d fucked her fair share of guys before we got together and, rather than feeling jealous or possessive, sometimes I’d put my ear close to her lips when I was on top of her and I’d get her to tell me the stories of some of her previous conquests.

            Back in the shop, she was comparing the respective benefits of glassware etc. and I wandered around looking for nothing in particular. I noticed a ‘Texas Hold’em’ poker set and it set my mind rolling on the possibilities that our post-roast drinking session might hold. 

Joel and I worked together about five years ago and we had remained in touch since then. He was three years older than me, but he was fit and good-looking, and we looked about the same age. He had moved up to Brisbane last year to join a band, but he always made a point of spending the night when he came to Sydney.

            Charlotte had found the glasses she was looking for and I added the poker set to the plates and things. ‘What’s that for?’

‘Strip poker,’ She was embarrassed that I had said it in front of the checkout chick. Charlotte didn’t say anything more and the poker set went into the bags with the rest of the stuff.

            Joel arrived late for dinner with a bottle of white rum, mint and limes for mohitos (however the fuck you spell it). He always turns up with these elaborate drinks, which seems stupid to me because he spends the night acting as barman instead of just sitting and relaxing. But, that’s Joel – party on legs. We’d drunk two bottles of red with the roast and now Joel was doing his ‘Colour of Money’ barman impression. He’d brought his new CD and Charlotte was reading the lyrics and telling him the words were so beautiful etc. What happened to that girl he was seeing?… Oh, that’s a shame… You know the kind of conversation women have with their boyfriend’s friends.

            Anyway, when he’d finished the third smash up of mint and lime, he flopped down on the armchair opposite us, looked at me and said, ‘So, now what are we going to do?’

‘Well, we could play cards. I bought at poker set today.’

‘He told the girl at the shop it was for strip poker.’ She thumped me in the shoulder with her tiny fist.

‘Sounds good,’ said Joel.

I stood up and retrieved the poker set. Joel went and got his jumper from his bag. ‘Are you cold? I can turn the heater up.’ Charlotte asked.

‘No, I suck at poker and I need all the bargaining chips I can get.’

I don’t think Charlotte really believed I would allow her to play strip poker, but I could tell she was quite turned on by the rum and Joel’s soppy love songs.

            I dealt out the first hand and explained that normal poker rules applied and you could bet as many clothes as you wanted each hand. When you ran out of clothes, you had bet things that you would do if you lost – do a dance, sing a song, etc.

            Charlotte lost her top in the first hand and I noticed Joel’s cheeks flush when he saw her nice, young tits inside her black bra. We played, and lost, and drank, and lost until all of us were only in our underpants. Charlotte’s nipples were hard and sticking straight out, but she was relaxed and didn’t try to hide them from Joel. The next hand was dealt and I folded almost straight away, it was clear Joel had a winning hand. Charlotte, however, wouldn’t back down. She bet her underpants; Joel saw the bet; then she said she’d lick her own nipples; he said he would do a naked dance; she said she would give him a two-minute lap dance; he said he’d sing one of his songs naked in the style of Slim Dusty. They showed their cards. Charlotte had four sevens. Joel had four kings. Charlotte grabbed his cards. She couldn’t believe what had happened. She looked at me, certain I would put a stop to it. I just shrugged as if to say, ‘A bet’s a bet.’ She stood up slowly and then pulled down her underpants. Joel took a sip of his drink as she showed him her smooth, waxed pussy.  She then lifted her tits up towards her mouth and licked both of her nipples with her long tongue. Then she took two long strides towards Joel, put her arms around his neck and lowered herself onto his lap. She flicked her hair back and forth over his face and chest and rubbed her tits against his face. After two minutes was up she stood up calmly and moved back to her place on the couch. Joel’s cock was stretching the front of his underpants out and it seemed unusually big. My cock was rock hard now too. The next hand came and Joel lost his underpants. He stood up, and as he lowered the waistband, his cock popped straight out. It was huge! It was 10 or maybe even 11 inches long and about as thick as Redbull can. Charlotte quickly shot a surprised look in my direction when she saw it.

We played on. This time she said she would let Joel touch her tits if she lost, he said, half joking, that he would let her touch his cock. To my surprise she said, ‘Okay’, and then raised the bet by saying, ‘If I lose, I’ll suck it for two minutes’. She didn’t even look at me this time. He saw the bet by saying, ‘I’ll lick your pussy for two minutes.’ Charlotte’s hand was a piece of shit, two fours. She moved over in front of him and lowered to her knees in front of his armchair. Her hand couldn’t even reach all the way around as she guided the head into her mouth. Joel smiled at me as he put his hand on the top of her head and gently pushed it down. He looked at me, but didn’t seem embarrassed or anything. She was able to take the head in her mouth, but she could only get about a third of the way down the shaft. She worked her head up and down for about a minute and licked down the shaft and licked his balls. By now it had easily been two minutes, but she wasn’t stopping. After she had been sucking him for about five minutes and made his cock and balls thoroughly wet with her tongue, she looked up at him and said, ‘Fuck me.’ I was shocked, but I wasn’t about to stop what was going on.

He stood up and lowered her down onto the armchair. He lifted her legs up high and then lowered his tongue to her pussy. Charlotte loves having her pussy eaten. As soon as she felt his tongue on her clit she sucked in a quick short breath and looked over at me. She smiled when she saw I was rubbing my cock. She blew me a kiss and I mimed catching it with my free hand.

Her breathing became quick and shallow and she began to come. She threw her head from side to side and Joel had to wrap his arms around her thighs to hold her still. Her orgasm subsided and again she said, ‘Fuck me’. This time he lifted her legs up higher and slapped his cock against her stomach. With his balls resting against her pussy, the tip of his cock was past her belly button. He let go of one of her ankles and guided the massive head of his cock towards her pussy. ‘Fuck me’ she said again.

He began pushing the head of his cock against her pussy and it began to slide in between her smooth pussy lips. She was spreading her legs as wide as she could. He slowly worked the head inside and I was amazed at how thick it looked stretching her pussy out. ‘It’s probably thicker than her wrist.’ I thought. He began pushing it inside her and she suddenly pushed her hands against his chest. ‘Slow’ she said.

He began working it back and forward, not pushing it any further in, so she could get used to it. I could see his balls swinging back and fourth as he began to fuck my girl. Slowly, he worked more and more of his cock inside her and she began moaning and licking her lips. She was getting more and more worked up and when it was about three-quarters of the way in she looked up at him and said, ‘Give it all to me.’ He pulled his hips right back and with one long thrust he slid his whole thick cock up inside her so that his balls were resting against her arse. He held it still inside her as she came hard, screaming ‘Fuck!’ He begun fucking her strong and slow. She was going crazy, bucking against his thrusts. He fucked her hard, getting gradually faster for about ten minutes and then he pulled his cock out of her and held it to her lips. ‘Suck it!’ She didn’t have to be told twice. She climbed up onto her knees and stuffed as much of his thick cock in her mouth as she could fit. He fucked it into her, holding her head. After about two minutes, he picked her up and turned her around into ‘doggy’ position. He guided his cock into her pussy and this time she was able to take it all first go. Again he fucked her slow at first and then hard and fast, and she came again after about a minute. He kept pounding her pussy and I could hear his balls slapping against her. After about 5 minutes, he began grunting with each thrust and saying ‘Fuck yeah,’ under his breath. His strokes sped up and he said in a growling voice, ‘Are you ready for my cum, slut?’

‘Yes, yes! Give it to me! Give it to me!’ This surprised me. Charlotte wasn’t on the pill and she had NEVER let me get even close to coming inside her.

‘Give me your cum from your big cock! Fill me up with your cum!’ Joel began slapping into her really hard. She said, ‘I’m coming! I’m coming!’ Joel groaned and clenched his jaw. ‘FUUUUUCKKKK’ (it was more like a growl than a word) and I knew he was coming inside what was supposed to be exclusively my pussy. He held his cock deep inside her and she said, ‘Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!’ She was coming hard. He thrust into her two or three times more. She said, ‘I can feel it! I can feel it!’ He held his cock inside her for a moment longer and then pulled it out of her in one slow movement. A long train of white, milky cum stretched out between the head of his cock and her stretched and gaping pussy. I could see his cum inside her. He grabbed her by the hair and turned her around. He guided her mouth to his cock, which was still rock hard, and she licked the whole thing clean while looking up at him. He pulled his, now softening, cock out over her mouth and she smiled up at him. I thought about how her pussy must be leaking my friend’s cum onto the seat of my armchair. Joel looked at me and gave me the thumbs up. ‘Mohito anyone?’ Charlotte and I both laughed, ‘Yes.’

 

two of them in a room maybe with–

 

“Steve!” I was snapped from my pleasant daydream and glanced up to see Carlos and Brandon walking towards me.

 

Carlos is Puerto Rican (although he looks at least half black), about 5’ 8” or 5’ 9”, with very short hair, kind of like a buzz cut, a goatee and a perpetual five o’clock shadow. He shaves before he goes to sleep at night so he has that day’s growth thing going for him. When I first met him, he was shooting for the Bob Marley look with long dreads, but he’s since cut it all off, going instead for a more professional appearance. He claims he doesn’t smoke, but he’s always got that half-lidded look of the constantly stoned. You know Jim Bruer of SNL fame (think Goat Boy) and the movie Half Baked? Like that, only Puerto Rican.

 

Brandon is a bit taller and, as I said before, Navajo. He’s got the tanned skin and dark hair that he keeps fairly short (although it’s always kind of messed up), with eyes so slanted that until he told me, I thought he was Japanese. He always looks as if he’s preoccupied. Like his mind is wondering off to other places. Not the most dependable of guys, but we liked him anyway.

 

I met Carlos through some other friends of mine, but we never hung out until we ended up sharing some classes in school. Brandon I met in class as well. All of us had graduated and were seeking fulfillment in the real world without much success at that point. Carlos and Brandon were now roommates.

 

“Hey! Right on time.” I said, “Have a seat.”

 

“So what’s up Steve,” Carlos asked. “You look nice. Are you sure we aren’t celebrating something?”

 

“I just wanted to get together and have a good time. Ready for some fun?”

 

“What did you have in mind?” Brandon asked.

 

I looked at him and Carlos, debating on how much to tell them. I didn’t want to lie to them, but I couldn’t really tell them what was going on either.

 

“Anything you want, you just say the word.”

 

“I want the Fanta girls.” Carlos exclaimed, him and Brandon sharing a laugh. “What are you smoking? Can I have some.”

 

He and Brandon shared a laugh while I just looked at them smiling.

 

“You doubt my powers?”

 

“Whatever,” Carlos said. “Are you drunk this early in the afternoon?” He sniffed my empty glass of lemonade. “No liquor in here, is there? Are we going to have to do an intervention on you?”

 

“No, I’m straight.” I sat and thought for a moment then decided. “I think I know a good way to start off. Come with me.” I got up and started walking out of the atrium, when I glanced back to see if they were following. They were just sitting there.

 

“Come on,” I insisted, and gestured them to stand up. They both slid out of the seat, giving me curious looks and followed me out into the main restaurant area.

 

The way Gameworks is set up, you can look down onto the arcade floor from the restaurant. It’s got a lot of open areas in the floor where you can stand and look down on all the people milling about. The object is probably to get you to see how much fun they’re having and go down and spend more money. I walked up to one of the railings and looked down, and Brandon and Carlos walked along either side of me and looked down also.

 

“You okay,” Carlos asked. “You’re acting kind of weird.”

 

I didn’t answer, instead I said, “See anything you like?”

 

“Like what?” Brandon asked, not getting my meaning.

 

“Girls, women, poon-tang.” I told him, nodding my head in the direction of all the people downstairs.

 

“Oh...well yeah, sure. There’s some good looking girls down there,” he said. “We saw this one girl coming in, she was wearing this really tight short skirt and this tiny little halter. She was fucking hot!”

 

“Oh yeah,” Carlos chimed in.

 

“Do you see her? Point her out to me, then go and introduce yourself,” I told him.

 

“No way, I need a few beers before I’ll do that. Shit, probably not even then. She was...wooo.”

 

“What about you Carlos? You see any girl down there you want?”

 

“Yeah, but I’m not going to go up and just talk to them.”

 

“Why?” I asked him.

 

“Because, man. I just...wouldn’t. Why don’t you go up to a girl and talk to her.”

 

“I did,” I said, thinking of Katie. “She’s out in the mall right now doing a bit of shopping, she’ll be back in awhile. Now it’s your turn.”

 

“I’m not going to walk up to some random girl and talk to her. What would I say?”

 

“It doesn’t matter. You can say anything you want. Tell her the short-cut in Photoshop to create a new layer, it won’t make a bit of difference. I’ll bet you money that if you pick a girl and go up to her, she’ll be yours for the night.” I looked across at him and then over at Brandon. “Same goes for you too Brandon. Any girl in here.

 

“Are you out of your damn mind?” Carlos said.

 

“Really,” Brandon replied. “If it were that easy I’d have brought that hot chick up here with me.”

 

“You’re right,” I agreed, ”it normally doesn’t work like that. But this time it will be different.” I paused for a moment. “This time, I’m going to give her to you.” I backed up from the railing so I could look at both of them at the same time. They turned around and gave me critical and somewhat concerned looks.

 

“You can’t give us a girl,” Carlos said, incredulously. “She’s...she’s not yours.”

 

“Think of it more like borrowing,” I told him. “I’m borrowing her for the night and loaning her to you. Try me. Pick a girl out from the restaurant, any girl it doesn’t matter. Point her out to me.”

 

“What?” Carlos shared a look with Brandon. I could tell they were thinking me unwell at that point. I was getting a little frustrated. I was tired of explaining.

 

“Just do it. Pick someone.”

 

“Okay Steve, calm down,” Carlos said. He looked around the restaurant and a girl caught his eye sitting in a table across the floor on the other side of the restaurant. “Her,” he said, pointing to a blonde girl hunched over the table flipping through a menu. “How about her? Happy now?”

 

I looked to where he pointed, giving her a quick once over. She was attractive from what I could tell. She’d work for this demonstration.

 

“She’ll do. Now watch.”

 

I stretched out my will and slipped it into her mind. There was no outward effect on me as I was doing this. As far as Carlos and Brandon were concerned, I was standing there staring at her. Her name was Ronee, she was 22 and here with her friend Ashley, who was currently in the restroom Funny, I thought girls always went to the restroom together.  

 

“Ronee.”

 

She brought her head up and looked around. She thought she heard someone say her name.

 

“Over here, babe. I’m the one in the middle”

 

She looked across the room and caught sight of me standing between Carlos and Brandon. Her mind was beginning to fill with confusion and the slightest tremor of fear. Both Carlos and Brandon saw her start looking around and then looking right at me.

 

“What the hell...?” Carlos said.

 

Ignoring his comments, I continued. I filled her mind with calming and happy feelings. A rub here, a nuzzle there. I could try and explain to you how I did that, manipulating person’s emotions and thoughts (and I’ve tried in the past) but I’ve found it’s like trying to explain color to someone who has never seen. How would you explain red to a blind person?

 

“Come over here Ronee, just for a minute.”

 

{O..Okay}

 

She got up and began to walk across the restaurant towards us. I kept a lid on any feelings of panic or fear that might crop up because someone was inside her mind talking to her. Most people aren’t used to that.

 

“Is she...is she coming over here?” Brandon looked from me to her and back at me again.

 

“Yep. Her name is Ronee.” I told him, still focusing on her.

 

“This is a joke, right? You planned this out.” There was a hint of desperation in Carlos’ voice.

 

“You picked her,” I said, matter-of-factly.

 

Ronee was walking across the walkway over the arcade, seconds from arriving. Her eyes were locked on mine. As she walked over, I took complete control of her body. If I asked her to throw herself off the walkway she would have done so without a second thought. Carlos and Brandon had both taken a step back from me, wide-eyed and apprehensive.

 

Ronee rounded the little corner and approached me, stopping a couple of feet away. She gave Carlos and Brandon a brief glance, then looked back at me.

 

“So..okay, I’m here. Do I know you?” She cocked her head and studied my face.

 

“No, you don’t babe. I just need to settle a bet with my two buddies here. Do you mind?”

 

“Will it take long, I’m here with a friend so...”

 

“Just few minutes, I promise.” I assured her.

 

“Okay then, what do you need.”

 

“Ronee, if I asked you to get on your knees right now, in front of Carlos,” I gestured to him, “And take out his dick and suck it, would you?”

 

“Sure. Do you want me to?” She began to walk towards Carlos, whose mouth had hit the floor.

 

“Not right now,” I told her. “Can Brandon feel your tits though?”

 

“Uh-huh.” She said with a smile and walked over to him, puffing out her chest. “Here ya go.”

 

Brandon looked from her to me to back at her chest, his eyes wide. “For real?”

 

“Sure, go ahead. She wants you to,” I said. “Carlos, jump in too. She doesn’t mind, do you Ronee?”

 

“Nope, go ahead.” She twisted a little bit, shaking her wares in Brandon’s face and flashing Carlos a little smile.

 

Brandon brought his hand up and ran it over her breast, his eyes like saucers. Getting no protest, he gave it a gentle squeeze. “Holy shit!” and he let out a laugh.   “Carlos man, you gotta feel this!”

 

I arched an eyebrow at Carlos, who had gone very still. He just shook his head at me then looked back at Brandon who was really starting to enjoy himself. He’d brought both hands up and had a breast in each one, massaging them and grinning like drunk circus clown.

 

“Suit yourself,” I told Carlos. “Anyway, I think that’s enough for now. Ronee, you can go back to your table.”

 

“Aww, it was just starting to get fun,” she pouted. Ronee backed away from Brandon who looked as if he just found out there was no Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny raped and killed his pet hamster.

 

“Thanks, babe. You did great. Off you go now.” I gave her a little swat on the butt as she walked away. She was a cutie.  

 

“Okay, thanks.” She smiled up at me and walked back to her table. By the time she sat back down she had forgotten the entire thing. I leaned back against the railing, crossing my arms, and gave both of them a big smile. “Believe me now?”

 

“What the fuck was that all about Stephen!” Carlos actually looked mad at me.

 

“Who cares, that was fucking awesome.” Brandon had an eager look in his eye. “Can...can I have her?.”

 

“Patience Brandon,” I told him, “There might be better ones here. Keep in mind, any woman you want. Explore a little first.”

 

He obviously had no qualms about anything. Carlos on the other hand...

 

“How can you give me any woman I want? How in hell can you do that?” Carlos demanded.

 

“I was kind of wondering that,” Brandon said timidly. He cast an anxious glance between Carlos and me.

 

So I went through the exhausting ordeal of telling them without actually telling them. Yes, I could control them, no, I can’t tell you how. Yes it’s for real, anything you want, etc. etc. It was getting very frustrating trying to explain this every time. I made a mental note not to bother anymore. Anyone I wanted to include would just get a tune up, friend or no.

 

“So,” I asked Carlos, “what’s it going to be?”

 

“I...well...I don’t know. This is just crazy. And is it right to just take women? Isn’t that rape?

 

“You can’t rape the willing.”

 

“How will they be willing if you’re controlling them?”

 

“I’ll give them gentle pushes in that direction,” I told him. “Think of it as the ultimate pick-up line. Guaranteed to work.”

 

“Yeah, but how? I just don’t get it.” Carlos said. “How...?”

 

“Carlos, if I could tell you, I would, but it’s forbidden. Just accept it. If you don’t want to take part, I’ll understand. But at least give it a try. Either way you’ve got to decide.”

 

“Let me just watch for now. Brandon is going to die if you don’t give him a woman soon.”

 

He was right, Brandon was ready to jump out of his skin with excitement. Years of sexual frustration just screaming to be released.

 

“Yeah lets go, I’m ready now!” Brandon exclaimed.

 

“Alright, lets go for a walk,” I told them and turned to head downstairs. This was going to be a lot of fun, I could tell already. It was fun exploring my newfound abilities.

 

We got downstairs, Brandon and Carlos talking amongst themselves, checking girls out and rating them. Brandon would point someone out and ask what Carlos thought and discuss whether she was the one he wanted or if they should keep looking. I let my eye wonder also, but I had Katie out there, and I was content with her for tonight.

 

“Hey Steve, are there any rules, like no one with a boyfriend or anything like that?” Brandon asked.

 

“Um...no a boyfriend is fine, I can deal with that. Try to stay around your own age though, I’d rather not give you a thirteen year old or anything like that,” I told him.

 

“Oh, no problem,” Brandon assured me and continued to glance all over. He looked like he was trying to see every girl at once. Carlos was being helpful but still looked like he was having reservations. I think he was waiting to see what happened with Brandon before he made a decision. Can’t say I blamed him really.

 

“Hey! Steve, there she is, that’s the girl we saw coming in! I want her.” Brandon called out excitedly. He was drawing a few looks from some people around us.

 

“Brandon, I need you to calm down a little bit. No need to shout. Now which one are you talking about?” I followed his gaze and saw an absolute knockout standing in a group of people by the skee-ball machines.

 

Her back was to me, but her back was plenty enough to catch my eye. If I hadn’t promised her to Brandon, I might have taken her for myself. She was short, maybe 5’ 2”, and very petite. Long hair like strands of black silk shimmered luxuriously down her back, ending about where her red tank top stopped. Her skin had a golden hue and she didn't have much of an ass to speak of, but her legs were nice. On first glance, I was thinking Asian, sometimes you can just tell. It wouldn’t surprise me; Brandon always did have a thing for Asians. Yellow fever in the worst way.

 

“You’re right, she looks pretty hot. That’s the girl you want, then?” I asked.

 

“Yes! Her, I want her. So, can I go now?”

 

“Hang on a second, let me prepare things for you” I told him. She turned and with her friends, started walking towards the back of the arcade. Yep, Asian. She was in a group of 3 other people, 2 girls and a guy. They were inconsequential. Ignoring them and focusing on this Asian beauty, I worked my magic.

 

I dove into her consciousness and explored a bit. Angela was her name. She was 18 and a senior in high school. She was a little bit freaky in the sex department. She hadn’t fucked many guys (three if you don’t count the occasional blow-job or hand-job at the end of a date) but she’d been with one other girl and made out with two others, one of her friends with her today as it happens. What’s this? 18 and already into bondage? It seems our precious Angela had a burning desire to be tied up and was even toying with the idea of a little pain mixed with her pleasure. She’d been eyeing some nipple clamps and some paddles on some online sex shop recently.   She was quite the sexual creature. Personally, I think she was miles out of Brandon’s league, but a promise was a promise.

 

“Angela, someone named Brandon is going to come up and introduce himself, and he’s going to be the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. You’re only concerns will be to please him.”

 

All of this took less then a minute. I lost sight of her as she turned a corner and walked to the back room.   “Alright Brandon, you’re all set. All you have to do is go up to her and introduce yourself.” I grinned at him. “Brace yourself though, she may be more then you can handle.”

 

“So I just walk up to her?”

 

“Just say ‘Hi, I’m Brandon’ and she’ll be yours,” I assured him.

 

“Okay...here I go.” And off he went. Carlos and I trailed behind to watch the action. Carlos hadn’t said a whole lot since we were upstairs, but I knew the curiosity was killing him.

 

Brandon was approaching Angela off in the back corner near some Silent Scope video games. Carlos and I hung out by a driving game near the entrance to this section, just watching. I could hear every word that was being said by their little group, even despite the noise of the place, but I figured Carlos couldn’t hear a thing. I wanted him to be able to hear as well, to ease his fears some.

 

“Here Carlos, listen.” And I grabbed his arm. I was working on instinct on this one. I just thought about wanting to accomplish something and I seemed to know how to do it. Carlos could suddenly hear everything I could hear, which was a lot. I had gotten used to tuning out all the crap that wasn’t important, but Carlos had no idea how to filter it out. He made a face of pain as his ears were assaulted with all the noise. I toned it down some to let him get used to it and then focused my attention on the goings on of Brandon and his new love interest.

 

“Holy shit...do you hear this all the time?” Carlos’s eyes were wide with wonder.

 

“Shhh. Listen.”

 

“....mom is such a bitch!   She told me that–   Eww, .Angela, I think this guy is coming over here to talk to you. God, could he stare any harder?”

 

Angela looked around, as well as the rest of her friends, all of them eying Brandon as he approached.

 

“Oh great.” Angela groaned. She turned to face Brandon, who was oblivious to their scornful stares. He only had eyes for his Asian goddess. All of them were waiting in quiet anticipation to see how Angela would shoot him down.

 

Under other circumstances, it would have been painful to watch. Getting turned down is embarrassing enough, but getting humiliated is just that: Humiliating. You could see from her stance that she didn’t even intend to be nice about it. Her face was set with a frown and her arms were crossed in a defensive posture.   A bitch if ever there was one. Still, I knew what would happen, and I knew that as soon as she heard his name, she’s be much more receptive.

 

Brandon approached her.

 

“Uhh...hi. What’s your name?” he stammered out. Idiot! He wasn’t following instructions.

 

“Like I’m gonna fucking tell you. What are you even doing here? Do I look like I would ever even talk to you? Seriously, look at me, and then look at you. Are you blind or just retarded?” She scowled at him and waited for him to respond. Daring him even. Her friends snickered in the background.

 

“God damn,” Carlos said wincing. “That was harsh. I thought you said she would do whatever he wanted.”

 

“She will,” I said, angrily. “He’s not doing what I told him too. He was supposed to introduce himself.”

 

Meanwhile, Brandon had visibly recoiled at the fierceness of her verbal assault. He looked back at me nervously.

 

“Tell her your name, Brandon. Say “My name is Brandon”“

 

He jerked slightly at hearing my voice in his head, but turned around and, taking a deep breath, he tried again.

 

“My..uh..My name is Brandon.”

 

The effect was instant. Her entire body softened up and her eyes sort of glazed over with lust. She dropped her arms and took a step towards Brandon, who stepped back a bit, thinking she was going to smack him.

 

“Hi Brandon.” She smiled warmly. “My name is Angela, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry if I was a bitch, but I get a lot of guys that try to hit on me and sometimes I have to be tough with them. Will you forgive me?” She pouted and hugged herself to Brandon’s body, running one hand over his back and another over his chest.

 

“Uh..yeah, sure. No problem.”

 

“Goody,” she squealed. “Brandon...do you want to get out of here?”

 

“Angela, what are you doing!” Her friend yelled. “He’s nasty, what’s wrong with you.”

 

Angela cast an evil look back at her. “Shut up, skank. Why don’t you take your bulimic ass and get a milk shake or something?”

 

Her friend’s mouth dropped in shock.” What?” Her mouth dropped. “What the hell?”

 

“Just leave us alone,” she spat back.

 

“Ugh! Lets get out of here.” She began to walk away, but the two friends were standing there silently, not sure who to side with. “.Are you forgetting we all came in my car? “Hello!? Unless you want to fucking walk home, you better come with me.”

 

“Sorry Angela, Jessica’s our ride.” Chris muttered. Beth made small noise of agreement.

 

“Whatever, I don’t care.” Angela said, venomously. “I don’t need a ride in that ho-bags car.”

 

“God, you’re such a bitch!” Jessica screamed. “Good luck with your new boyfriend.” She stalked off, Beth and Chris following slowly behind.

 

“Finally,” Angela gushed. “So, you want to go back to your place? My parents are home, so we can’t go there.”

 

Damn, she was really taking charge.

 

“Uh...I...” But that’s all he got out. I think he was too shocked to speak.

 

“We can’t leave yet, see if she’s hungry or something, go upstairs and get something to eat. Put it on my tab. Or play some games, but Carlos still needs a woman, and I’m waiting for someone.”

 

He looked at me and nodded. “Umm..I can’t leave right now, but are you hungry? We can get some food or something.”

 

“Sure, whatever you want Brandon. Let’s go.” She grabbed his arm and led him up the back steps to the restaurant, Brandon followed dumbly behind. Yeah, definitely too much woman for him. He looked down at Carlos and me with a huge grin and mouthed a ‘Hell Yeah’ to us and gave a thumbs up sign with his free hand as he rounded the corner and went out of sight. I released Carlos’ arm.

 

“So...what did you think?” I asked Carlos.

 

“That was...I mean...she really...damn.” I don’t think he knew what to think really. I can’t say I blamed him, he’d just witnessed and experienced something that was completely out of the norm. “I need to sit down for a minute.”

 

He took a seat on the steps that led up to the drivers seat of the video game and put his head in his hands. “All that noise I heard, is that what you’re hearing right now?” he glanced up at me.

 

“Sort of. I tune most of it out. It’s just like background noise to me. Like when an air conditioner kicks on: You hear it at first, but then it just sort of disappears and you only hear it if you focus on it. I can hear everything everyone is saying, every click and beep of every video game and everything in between. Unless I focus on a particular conversation or noise though, it’s no more intrusive then the air conditioner. It took some getting used to, but once you get it down, you do it without thinking about it.”

 

“Are you reading my mind?”

 

“No. Do you want me to?”

 

“Hell no, stay out of my head man. Could I keep you out?”

 

“I...I don’t know. Maybe. I haven’t had anyone try and resist me yet. Nine times out of ten, the person isn’t even aware of what I’m doing.   Angela has no clue why she’s suddenly so hot for Brandon, and she doesn’t care. The question will never even come up, she’ll be too intent on satisfying him.”

 

“How long will she be like that?” He asked. He had leaned back and was giving me questioning looks.

 

“Probably until I tell her to stop.” I said. “I don’t want to make her his slave, just a quick night of fun. Trust me, she is far from innocent. If you knew the crap that goes in her head, you would be more worried about what she might do to Brandon then the other way around. He’ll be smiling for a week straight after tonight.” Then, thinking of her bondage tendencies I added, “Probably walking funny too.”

 

“So,” I said, “what’s it going to be? Going home and watching The Jamie Kennedy Experience reruns, or getting laid?

 

“You swear no one will get hurt and it won’t be rape?”

 

“I swear. I’m not getting you a girlfriend, I’m just getting you some pussy.”

 

“Alright then.” He took a deep breath. “I want her.”

 

Damn that was quick. He’d apparently already picked her out while Brandon had been looking around. And to think I doubted him. He pointed over to the air hockey tables, where there was a black girl leaned over playing air hockey with a rather imposing looking black guy. I looked her up and down and she wasn’t bad as far as black girls go. I’m not normally attracted to them. Just not my thing. Carlos liked them though.

 

She was kind of tall for a girl, a little taller than Carlos, with large tits. You couldn’t help but notice them because she was wearing a tight shirt with a low neckline. Her hair was done up very nicely with braids that were pulled back in a ponytail and swayed with her movements. Her skin wasn’t really dark, more a mocha color I guess. Her face was smooth and she had a big smile. Not bad at all.

 

“Nice,” I told him. “I guess you don’t mind that that guy is her boyfriend. Her very large boyfriend.”

 

“You said that wouldn’t be a problem.”

 

“Oh it’s not, just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”

 

“Fuck him,” was all he said.

 

“Yeah, fuck him.” I replied with a small laugh. “Your wish is my command.”

 

“Darrell, go home.”

 

And just like that Darrell dropped his air hockey thing, turned and walked out the door, leaving the girl, Tasha, standing there in confused silence.

 

“You’re better off without him Tasha. Come over here and say hi.”

 

She abandoned the game and walked over to us, a puzzled expression on her face. I gave her pretty much the same commands I had given Angela. Her face lit up with a wide grin at seeing Carlos.

 

“Hey, baby,” She said softly.

 

“Tasha, Carlos; Carlos, Tasha. Carlos, Tasha likes to be kissed on her shoulders and down her back. Also she goes wild for foot massages and...bring some whipped cream.”

 

“How do you know that?” Tasha said, with surprise. I just grinned at her.

 

“Carlos, I’m sure you’ll have a fabulous time filling her in on all you’re little quirks and desires. I think you’ll find her a most willing partner.”

 

“I can’t believe this,” Carlos exclaimed.

 

“Believe it man, it doesn’t get more real. Now, as soon as my date gets back, we’ll get out of here and let the fun continue. Go upstairs and find Brandon, I’ll be along as soon as Katie shows up. Have some food if you’re hungry.”

 

“Okay,” Carlos said. “You hungry Tasha?”

 

“Sure, I could eat. Will we be leaving soon because I want to get you alone.” She hugged him tight to herself, grabbing his ass with both hands and nibbling on his neck.

 

“Whoa!” Carlos laughed. Am I good or what.

 

He headed off upstairs and I wondered around waiting for Katie. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long, because I was getting impatient. I had been keeping an eye on the mall entrance so I could see her when she came in, and see her I did. She looked fabulous. She had ditched the pants for a black skirt that billowed enticingly around her thighs. It was cut so that it didn’t really come to rest against her skin, but sort of hovered over it. If she were to turn suddenly or bend over, you’d get a great view of her upper thighs and maybe a flash of her ass. It seemed designed for letting guys run their hands up girls legs. No complaints here.

 

That was just the first thing I noticed, she had fantastic legs. They weren’t as well muscled as Kristel’s were. Katie was curvier, where as Kristel was a little more trim but with curves in all the good places. I don’t care for really skinny girls, a man needs a little something to grab on too.

 

The blouse she chose was a simple one. A red shimmering silk deal with black buttons that accented her hair nicely. The hair itself she had pulled back into a ponytail and gave me a wonderful view of her neck. Yum. Even after all this time I still get that tingly feeling when I think about her. I wasn’t the only one who noticed, several guys were checking her out.

 

She didn’t see me standing there, she was headed up stairs. She smiled and waved at a couple of her coworkers, who were eyeing her curiously and began to step lightly up the steps.

 

“Down here sweetness”

 

The shock of my voice in her head made her stumble and she had to grab the railing with both hands to steady herself. Once she was back on her feet she turned to look down at the crowd of people searching for me.

 

“Hello” And I waved to get her attention. When she saw me she broke into a big smile and bounded down the few steps to the ground and sauntered towards me.

 

“You scared me.” She looked up sweetly at me. That heavy lavender sent washed over me again. It made me want to curl into her body and lie there forever.

 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. You look amazing. Really, I mean...wow!” I gave her a long look up and down while she stood there blushing at my attention.

 

“Do you like it?” She made a little twirl. “I hope I didn’t take to long, but I wanted to look nice.”

 

“I like it very much.” I placed my hand on her neck and pulled her to me firmly tilting her head up. Her eyes widened in anticipation and she licked her lips quickly as I brought my face down to hers to kiss her. She came up on her tip toes a little and leaned into me as I sucked her tongue gently into my mouth, my other hand going around her waist. As first kisses go, it was a good one.

 

After holding it just long enough to garner some stares from the people around us. I pulled my head back and Katie came down off her toes and rested her body against mine. Her eyes were still closed and she gave her lips a slow caress with her tongue as she inhaled deeply. Her eyelids fluttered open like she’d been sleeping and when she met my gaze her pupils were large with arousal.

 

“Was that more magic?”

 

I chuckled. “Nope, that was just me.”

 

“Wow,” She took a deep breath. “Jason never kisses me like that. His are always kind of sloppy and, like...I dunno, like he’s trying to lick my teeth or something. Not like that.”

 

“Well I do what I can,” I said, and I leaned in to give her another kiss, this one less passionate, but no less warm.

 

After we were done, she took a step back, smiled big and said, “I’ve got something for you.” She held up a little read bag that said Saks Fifth Avenue on the front.

 

“Oh, and what’s in here?”

 

“Take a look.”

 

I took the bag from her and when I opened it, I caught that satiny smell of sex as it came floating from within. I looked in and saw two pairs of panties. One, a pink pair with little flowers on it, crumpled a little, with a fading damp spot still visible on the crotch. The other, a black, finely knit lace pair with several shear parts that looked like it came from the Victoria’s Secret Fuck Me page. The kind that aren’t meant to be worn, but removed. The tag was still on it.

 

“So if you’re not wearing these...?” I gave her an inquiring glance.

 

“I have to go upstairs and get my purse,” she said with a wicked smile. She turned with her hands clasped behind her back and took off up the stairs, casting a flirting glance back at me. I think I had underestimated my precious Katie. My cock gave a lurch.

 

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I went into the atrium to find Carlos and Brandon while I waited for Katie. They were sitting in the booth with their new friends finishing off a big order of nachos and groping each other. Angela was actually straddling Brandon’s lap while she fed him chips. While he would chew, she let her hands roam over his body, sometimes dipping down to where they were joined, making Brandon jump and laugh.

 

Carlos was sitting on the outer edge of the booth, Tasha on the inside leaning against the wall. She had her legs over his lap and was sipping on a drink while Carlos ran his hands over her exposed flesh. It was almost like he was daring himself to go higher up her thighs with each pass. Everyone was smiling big and having a good time.

 

Brandon caught site of me. “Steve! Man! You are my god. This is awesome. This is the best day of my life.” Angela didn’t seem to care about me, she put her arms around Brandon’s shoulders and started kissing his neck and his ear. Her hips were grinding slightly and suddenly Brandon forgot about me too and started kissing her back.

 

“I don’t know how   you did it, and you know what, I don’t care.” Carlos said, his hands never stopping and a Cheshire cat smile on his face.

 

“I’m glad you guys are having fun. You ready for your next surprise?”

 

“If it’s anything like this one, bring it on,” Brandon said, looking up from Angela. She too had turned to look at me. “Who is this,” she asked Brandon. I think she was mad that I was interrupting.

 

“This is my friend Steve. He’s the one that gave you to–”

 

“No!, Don’t tell her!” I was beginning to think I might not be able to trust Brandon with this kind of information. He stuttered and tried to make a recovery.

 

“I mean, uh, he’s the one who, uh–”

 

“Whose paying for the food,” I interjected.

 

“Oh,” said Angela. “Thanks then.” And she turned her attention back to Brandon.

 

“So Steve, what’s the next surprise.” Carlos asked.

 

I reached into my pocket and dug out the deliveries that David had brought to me. “This, and this,” In my hand I held two sets of keys, the black and red leather key rings emblazoned with a Toyota logo. Both of their eyes had gone wide. “Carlos, do you like red, or black,” I asked him.

 

“No way...”

 

“Come, come,” I jingled the keys. “Time is of the essence, and I don’t think the manager can shrug off the complaints he’s getting about what’s going on in here much longer.” Even the girls had started to pay attention to me. “So will it be red, or black?”

 

“Uh...uh...red. No! Black, I want black.” Carlos exclaimed.

 

“Brandon, that means this one’s for you.” And I tossed him the red key chain while tossing Carlos the black one. “And if you take these tickets to the valet, he’ll bring it up for you.” I set the corresponding tickets down on the table.

 

“Are you serious,” Brandon asked, eyeing the key chain with amazement. “We get cars? What kind?”

 

“Two Toyota Celicas. It’s got an excellent system, rims, the whole nine yards. It was a rush job, but I’m sure they look good.”

 

“Oh my god!” Brandon said.

 

“He got you a new car, baby?” Tasha asked Carlos.

 

“Looks that way.” he told her.

 

“Kick ass,” Angela said, looking at the keys in Brandon’s hand.

 

“But wait, there’s more,” I told them.

 

“Christ Steve,” said Carlos, “this is too much already. I mean damn, a car?”

 

“Just one more thing,” I assured him. I dug out my wallet and pulled out two credit card sized pieces of plastic and set them each down, one in front of each of them. Brandon picked it up and read what it said. “Phoenix Hilton, Spa and Resort Room 1208.”

 

“Room 1205,” Carlos read off. “Damn...”

 

Katie walked in just then. She came up behind me, putting her hand on my back and then wrapping it around my waist. “Back!” she said. “Are these your friends?”

 

“Yep. Guys this is Katie. Katie, this is Carlos and Brandon, and their dates.” They both eyed her approvingly and gave me a knowing look.

 

“Hi,” said Katie, giving them a little wave.

 

“Hey,” they both said. The girls ignored her.

 

Katie pulled me closer leaning her head up to my neck, “Are we leaving now?”

 

“What do you think guys? Ready to leave now? The Hilton awaits.”

 

“Hell yeah, lets get out of here. Ready to go Tasha?” Carlos asked her.

 

“Mmmm, about time.” she said.

 

“Bran-” I started, but Angela had already pulled him from the booth and was dragging him out the door.

 

“Come on Brandon, I want to see your new ride.”

 

“See you guys at the hotel.” Brandon called back, and he was gone. Carlos wasn’t far behind, but he wasn’t being dragged. I gave them a silent command for no sex while the car was in motion, I didn’t want them dying on the way. I wasn’t so much worried about Carlos, but I had a suspicion that Angela wouldn’t wait to get downtown before she tore into Brandon. That girl was an animal.

 

“You ready to get out of here, Katie?”

 

“Are we going to the Hilton too?” She blushed.

 

“The Presidential Suite. Nothing but the best.” I told her. She gave a little squeal of delight and grabbed my hand and started to pull me along as well.

 

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The majority of you will never see the presidential suite of anything, and for that I am truly sorry. Depending on the locale, it can be like stepping into a fantasy land. The quality of everything is top notch. Only the ‘creme de la crème’, all the way down to the toilet paper. I’ve never checked but it feels like there are strands of silk intertwined and blended with the tissue. Fucking amazing.

 

I pushed the double doors open with a grand gesture and Katie ran in, practically overflowing with excitement. She ran around looking at everything, calling out “Oh my god!” and “look at this!” for about fifteen minutes..

 

The suite at the Hilton occupies one whole wing of the top floor. The living area is so big it’s more like a ballroom with couches and lounge chairs. There were four bedrooms, all of them bigger then my whole apartment, and you could have fit my childhood home in the master bedroom, with ample room to spare. Polished silver and gold adorned all the fixtures. The bar, the bar glasses, a lot of the tables were inlaid with precious metals, even the flushers on the toilets are gold.

 

I let Katie have her run of the place and explore for a bit. I had checked the rooms out earlier in the day so I was already acquainted with everything. I walked over to the bar and poured myself a drink of some kind of brandy. I don’t remember what it was, but I know it was the smoothest alcohol I had ever tasted and it hit me quick. Good stuff. I was buzzing pleasantly when I tracked Katie down in the bathroom.

 

She was staring goggle-eyed at the bathtub. It’s a bathtub in only the loosest sense of the word, it’s the size of a small backyard pool. Made of black marble and veined with gold, it’s equipped with gleaming faucets at both ends, bench seats all around as well as Jacuzzi jets spaced along the floor and walls.

 

“Want to try it out?” I asked her, sipping my brandy.

 

“Oh my God! Yeah! But, out you go, you can’t come in yet. She ran up to me and spun me around and pushed me playfully but firmly out bathroom door. “Wait till I’m ready.” She stopped at the door and started to close it.

 

“You’re getting shy now?” I asked her, laughing. I’d play along.

 

“Just wait,” she said. “It will only take a few minutes. Oh, and can I have a drink of something?”

 

“I don’t know, I could get in trouble for contributing to the delinquency of a minor,” I told her somberly.

 

She gawked at me, “Are you serious?”

 

Laughing I said, “No, just kidding babe. Did you have anything in particular?”

 

“Um...Miller Light? It’s the only thing I’ve ever drank.”

 

I made a face. “Beer is piss water, I’ll get you something better.”

 

“Okay! Give me ten minutes.” She closed the door and a few seconds later I heard one faucet, then the other start running. I could have easily peeked, but I was enjoying the game too.

 

I went over to the bar and started to prepare her a strawberry daiquiri. As I was blending it up, I decided to take a quick peek to see how Carlos and Brandon were doing. I’d been in their rooms earlier to check them out, so I didn’t have to guess at where they were. First up was Carlos.

 

He’d moved his way into the bedroom of the suite with Tasha spread naked on the bed in front of him, propped up on some pillows and smiling lustily down at him. He was sitting in his boxer shorts, cross-legged, and rubbing oil into her feet one at a time. Seems he was taking my advice to heart. Tasha would moan every few minutes and writhe a bit on the bed, alternately pinching her nipples and stroking her pussy which was already glistening. I have to admire Carlos, I don’t think I could have been that patient. He looked cool and confident, like he was in total control of the situation. He was doing fine. I left him and went to check on Brandon.

 

Talk about a different moods. Where as Carlos and Tasha were going slow and taking their time, Brandon and Angela were rushing into it like a pair of charging bulls. They had taken some of the belts off of the robes and Brandon had her tied to the posts of the bed, face down and spread eagle. No doubt at her urging. Her arms were tied at the head of the bed and her feet at the other end. Her ass was pink with hand prints and she was moaning out for him to hit her harder.

 

Brandon was naked, with a hard-on that looked like you could bend steel around it, and looked to be in a state of shock. I don’t think this was what he had in mind. Not that he wasn’t willing, but regular sex was a big deal for him and this was freaky advanced sex. I took a quick sample of his thoughts and saw that he had no idea what he was doing. He was doing what she told him and she wasn’t enjoying it near as much. I gave him a few suggestions on how to proceed, and tweaked him a bit to put him in more of a dominating mood. The effect was instant. His entire posture changed.

 

“You like that bitch?” SMACK!

 

“Oh god, yes! Harder please.”

 

“Master! Call me Master!” he demanded

 

I saw her shudder with a little mini-orgasm. This is exactly what she wanted. I told you; a freaky bitch. “Master! Harder Master!”

 

‘Damn right.” SMACK!

 

“You go Brandon, smack that ass,” I laughed to myself.

 

Katie’s call brought me back. “I’m reeeady!” her disembodied voice called from the other room. After watching that little display, so was I.

 

I poured her drink into a glass and walked into the bathroom. When I opened the door, steam came billowing out. I looked towards the tub and saw a mountain of bubbles. Several mountains in fact. Aroma therapy scents were pervading the room. It was so heavy it was almost hard to breathe. I figured most of that was my enhanced sense of smell and I eased the sensitivity down a bit. Better.

 

Towards one end of the tub, I saw a dark red patch of curling hair, still back in a ponytail and dampened with moisture. She pushed a few piles of soap out of the way and stared up at me, all innocence and unrealized sexuality. I walked over to her and handed down the drink.

 

She took a sip and smiled, liking the taste. “What is it?”

 

“A strawberry daiquiri. Not too strong, but it should do the trick.”

 

“Are you coming in or am I going to sit here and get all pruny by myself?”

 

I kicked off my shoes and began to slowly undress. She looked up at me the whole time, eyes wide and smiling. Her thoughts were running wild with excitement, sex and nervous anticipation. To her this was like a dream. One of those Prince Charming fairy tale stories. Average girl meets a charming guy who just happens to be a Prince or fabulously wealthy and makes all her dreams come true. In a sense she was star struck.

 

What was nice about this, was that I had done very little to manipulate her. I had gotten her almost entirely on my own. Maybe it was my new-found confidence that did it, I don’t know, but I hadn’t instructed her to sleep with me. I gave her the instructions not to be freaked out that I was doing “magic” on her, I eased her inhibitions a tad, and the little trick with her hand, but beyond that, she had come on her own. This made me feel less like I was taking advantage of her. I wished it had been this easy with Kristel, but that was going to turn out nicely in the long run. Hopefully.

 

Naked now, I walked over to the tub and stepped down. I saw Katie glance several times at my half-hard dick and blush and look away, only to be drawn back. I smiled inwardly. The water was hot, but not so hot I couldn’t stand it. It was at that temperature where it burns when you get in initially, but then the heat soaks into your muscles and the burning becomes pleasant. The marble also did a wonderful job of radiating the heat to the parts of the body in contact with it. I’d never felt anything like it. I eased down all the way to my neck a few feet away from Katie, pushing bubbles out of my face, and sighed the deep sigh of the totally content. Well, almost content.

 

“Come here,” I told her, softly.

 

She set her drink down and scooted along the bench until she was next to me, gazing at me with a dazed look in her eyes. I sat up and turned to face her. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her slightly and started to massage her gently. Godly powers or no, I always gave a great massage. Katie let out a long moan of pleasure and her head rolled forward. Her hands roamed around behind    her and started running them up my bare thigh, stopping just short of where my dick was raging to life. Her hesitancy only made me want her more.

 

I picked up one of the large sponges that were spaced around the tub and soaked it. I ran it over the smooth skin of her back and heard her sigh out. I slipped the sponge under the water and worked it down her side and to her stomach, rubbing in little circles and then up between her breasts. She leaned into me and let me have my way. I went down over her left breast, going slow over her nipple and loving the feeling of her shudder against me as the sponge tickled and teased her. I leaned down and kissed her earlobe and at the same time took her wandering hand in mind and placed it at my cock. After the barest hint of hesitation, she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it slowly. Such tiny hands she had.

 

I moaned my approval softly in her ear and began to move the sponge downward between her thighs, which she parted for me eagerly. Her breathing was coming very deep and she was resting her entire body against mine. I began to move the sponge gently over her mound and felt her arch her hips slightly at the feeling, her hand gripping my shaft a little harder. She squeaked out a noise of excitement and I moved my other hand back to her chest and let it roam over the yielding flesh of her tits and up her neck, gripping it firmly before sliding it back down in the water. We hadn’t said a word.

 

I moved the sponge away from her pussy and felt her disapproval, but slid it over the delicate flesh of her thighs and brought it back. She was ready for me this time and clamped her legs closed, squeezing the sponge into her pussy and began to move her hips. She was fucking herself with a sponge. I held my hand firm, letting her grind her pussy on the textured surface and pinched her nipple in my other hand. She’d stopped stroking my dick, simply holding on to it for the time being as she took her pleasure. Her breathing quickened and she began to moan loudly.

 

“Ooo yeah,” she squeaked. “Uh huh, uh huh.”

 

I bit her ear and gave her nipple a tug and pressed the hand that held the sponge firmly into her aching pussy, content to let her have her way. This was almost more fun then actually fucking her. Almost. My dick was aching just as badly to for release, but I didn’t press the matter. Pleasure given now is pleasure doubly received later. Take note guys.

 

“Oh god! Uh! Uh! Right there....ohhhh my goddd!” She brought her hand down on mine and pressed hard as her body began to shiver and quake. Her hips bucked once, twice, a third time, kicking up small waves that splashed over the side as she gave a final cry before settling into me, breathing in ragged gasps. After a few moments, the both of us just laying there soaking up the heat, her hand began again it’s lazy caress of my dick.

 

“This has been one of the best days of my life,” She said softly.

 

“It’s not over yet, you know.”

 

“What if...what if I can’t please you?”

 

“Are you serious?” I asked her, unbelieving.

 

“It’s just that I’ve only had sex with one guy and only a few times. You’ve made me feel so good twice already, and I don’t really know what to do for you.” She turned and put her leg over my lap and rested her head on my shoulder. I rested my chin on the top of her head.

 

I took a quick read of her thoughts and saw she was actually thinking several things but because of her relative inexperience, she was frozen with indecision and doubt. She wasn’t sexually naive, just a little shy and unsure.

 

“I think you can think of several things to do, you just don’t know how to start,” I chided her.

 

“Well...yeah okay, but what should I do.”

 

“What do you feel like doing?”

 

She got quiet for a minute as she thought things over. Finally coming to a decision she turned and stood facing me. She rose like Venus from the ocean, all water, soap and glistening flesh. Bubbles clung hungrily to her body, so close I was jealous. Water ran in rivulets all over her creamy skin, splashing to the surface.. I saw a brownish-red bush, trimmed neatly, but still there, and her pussy puffy and engorged with it’s earlier adventures. I could only gape at her. It occurred to me that it was the first time I had seen her naked. God those tits were fabulous.

 

She stepped over my legs and leaned down placing her hands on my shoulders and straddled my hips, bringing herself down with aching slowness. Her waist submerged back into the water and seconds later I felt skin brush mine and the tickling of her pussy as it settled onto me. My dick was cradled between her ass cheeks. She felt it there and, grinning at me, flexed her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

 

I gave a small grunt of approval and she slid downwards, pressing my dick down and allowing it to slide between her ass cheeks and around the to the front. She gasped as the head of my cock moved over her pussy, going into her hole slightly and then coming back out as she continued her slide. A small moan as it rode over her clit before breaking free and flopping against my stomach. She moved her hips back to mine and began to grind herself up and down the length of my dick. I moved my hands to her waist and helped to guide her. Her nails dug into my shoulders and she leaned in to kiss me hard. I moaned into her mouth as she continued to rub herself against me.

 

Breaking the kiss she said, “How's this?”

 

“Uhh...wonderful.” I was losing my patience for foreplay though. I’m not infinitely patient. “But this would be better.” I gripped her hips and raising her slightly, I positioned her pussy over the head of my dick. She looked at me and bit her bottom lip as she felt my cock probing at her. “Put it in you,” I told her.

 

She took a hand and wrapped it around the base of my cock and, after giving her clit a little rub, she placed it at her opening and then plunged down rather hard causing us both to groan.

 

‘Oh god...” she cried softly.

 

“Yessss” I replied. I pulled her to me and started to kiss her shoulders, biting down on the soft flesh as I pumped myself into her. There is something very carnal and primitive about the occasional bite. I’m a big fan of it. Katie was so tight and, if possible, was hotter then the water we were soaking in. She didn’t have the muscle control that Kristel had, the way she made it feel like I was getting fucked twice by the same pussy, but this was still great just the same. She had her own virtues. Mostly her eagerness to prove herself up to the task. She was fucking with a vengeance.

 

“Katie, you are fantastic,” I breathed.

 

She took that as encouragement and kissed me hard, biting on my lower lip and pulling on it. It hurt, but this somehow only added to the heat of the moment. Can I pick ‘em or what.

 

“Oh god yeah!” she cried out, arching backwards. “Yes! Mmhmm.”

 

The water was splashing violently from our activities. Katie started to ride the waves, coming towards me with the waves and moving back when they receded. I thrust my hips up to meet her, supporting her back with one hand, the other around her ass, pulling her towards me, adding to the force of our movements.

 

She pulled in close to me, wrapping her arms around my head, shoving her tits in my face and started to fuck downwards on me. She was whimpering in pleasure, making little cries and gasping. I heard myself next to her and thought I must have sounded like some kind of rutting hog. She was so small and dainty and smooth, adorable even down to the noises she made while getting fucked. Then here I was big and hairy, grunting like a mad beast.  

 

“Stephen oh...I’m going to cum...uh! Don’t stop!” She squealed again, this one rising in pitch. Watching her face contort with her orgasm began to send me over. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her hard down on my cock as she bucked with her orgasm. I pumped my dick into her with quick thrusts, gripping her tightly as she tried to thrash free and stay on my dick at the same time.

 

“Oh God!” I yelled out, as my cum geysered forth into her twitching body. “Ohhhh Katie yesss...damn.”

 

“Mmmmm,” she moaned luxuriantly, resting herself heavily against me. Around us the water slowly calmed, the level several inches lower then it had been. I’d worry about that later.

 

“What do you say we take this to the bed?” I asked her. “Seems an awful shame to waste it.”

 

She giggled. “Okay.”

 

We both got up and climbed out of the tub, taking longer then was needed to dry each other. I grabbed the large cotton towel off the rack and wrapped her body in it, sliding it over her tender skin. I pulled her hair out of the scrunchy and ran my fingers through it several times so it wouldn’t knot up too bad. Her head pulled back with my hands going through her hair and I took the opportunity to run a series of kisses over her neck, sucking and nibbling on her porcelain skin. Her hands came around me and I took the huge towel and wrapped us both in it, pulling it over us like a cape. It was easily big enough, the damn thing was nearly a quilt. Her body was warm and soft against mine, her lips sweet with the taste of her strawberry daiquiri. My cock began to grow hard between us, pressing into her belly.

 

She broke the kiss, “We aren’t in the bedroom yet,” she said, breathily.

 

“We better hurry up then,” I told her. I unwrapped her from my embrace and she moved reluctantly away into the cool air, her nipples hardening and flesh breaking out in goose bumps. “Quick now!” I gave her a swat on the butt.

 

She let out a little squeal and, laughing, ran bare ass into the master bedroom. I followed more slowly leaving the towel around my shoulders. I heard her bound onto the bed with a woop and start to giggle as she tore into the covers and burrowed herself down into the cool sheets. When I made it to the door, she was in the middle of the bed with stacks of pillows either side of her.

 

“Comfy?” I asked her.

 

“Yes, this bed is amazing! I don’t like it much by myself though. Hint, hint.”

 

I threw the towel to the floor and pulled the sheets aside and crawled in next to her. It was like reclining into a cloud. I scooted myself over to where she had positioned herself and pulled her into my arms. She came willingly, melding her body with mine and leaned in for a kiss. We kissed for a time, our tongues exploring each other, and soaking up the warmth. Our hands began to wonder and for I don’t know how long we lay there just groped one another. She moved her leg over mine and began to grind her pussy into my thigh, moaning.

 

I broke away from her and giving her a smile, I put my head under the covers and moved down to her waist, positioning myself between her legs. I sensed some apprehension from her and from under the covers I asked, “Is everything okay?”

 

“I’ve just never done this before. Jason says it’s dirty. But then he wants me to blow him, I guess that’s not dirty.”

 

“Oh,” I said. I kissed her belly, making her jump slightly. “Jason sounds like a selfish kind of guy.”

 

“No, not really, he’s nice I guess.”

 

“Hey, hand me one of those small pillows.”

 

It was shoved under the covers and I urged her hips up as I slid it into place and resumed kissing my way down her body. I replied, “Don’t worry, you’ll love it. I promise.”

 

“Well hurry up then.” She grabbed my head through the covers and shoved it the last few inches to her pussy. Feisty. She smelled so good I wanted to cum right there. I didn’t say anything else, I just put my tongue at the bottom of her slit and brought it slowly upwards, dragging it through the folds of her pussy. She gasped loudly and her hips bucked sharply at the contact.   I heard a muffled ‘oh my god’ from somewhere up above me.  

 

I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten Kristel out in all the time I had spent with her. That was something I was going to have to rectify. I just had to taste her pussy. Even if she said she didn’t want to continue, I’d still do it, and just erase her memory of it later on. I couldn’t believe I didn’t do that at some point the day before. I love the sweet taste of pussy.

 

Focusing back on Katie and the task at hand, I spread her wide with my fingers and sucked her swollen lips into my mouth and played my tongue all across them, up and down. I moved up and circled her clit, but didn’t actually apply any pressure to it. Katie was keeping up a constant litany of groans and moans. bucking hard in my face whenever I got too near her engorged clit. After several minutes of my tease routine – yes, I have a routine. It takes some slight adjustment from girl to girl, but it tends to work in most cases, and no I won’t tell you. Trade secret. –   I figured she was about where I wanted her. I zeroed in on her clit and pressed my tongue flat against it, twitching it lightly. Her body exploded.

 

She cried out loudly as her body quivered and her hips arched up so hard I thought she might break my nose. Her hands pressed on my head hard through the covers, mashing my face into her thighs. I stayed where I was relying on her own movements to stimulate her clit. After several seconds of her tremors, she pushed my head away from her over stimulated pussy and lay silent. I watched her chest rise and fall, and I occupied the time by kissing her thighs and on the skin on top and around her pussy. I began to get a little too warm and pulled myself back up. When I lay back down beside her, she was sweating slightly, her cheeks were flushed and she had her eyes closed, her breathing just coming back to normal.

 

“How you doin?” I smiled at her.

 

Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed in wonder at me. “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.”

 

“Well...I don’t know if I’m all that good, but if you say so.”

 

“More then good, great!” She came up and kissed me, pulling my tongue into her mouth. Suddenly she remembered where I’d been and pulled away. She looked at me, unsure, and licked her lips, sampling the taste. I could see her mind working as she decided what she thought of tasting herself on my lips. She made a small ‘hmph’ kind of sound and said, “Not bad,” and came back and kissed me harder. This girl was hot! She pulled her body on top of mine, grinding her pussy into my pelvis.

 

Coming up for a breath, she said, “Now what?”

 

“Hmm...not sure. So many choices.” I brought my hands up to her tits and started to roll her nipples in my fingers. “What do you think of doggie style?”

 

“Ooo I’ve never done that before either. Lets do it.”

 

I slid her off of me and sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed. “Over here,” I told her and she crawled over slowly, giving me seductive looks. I stood and she turned around presenting her ass to me. The height of the bed was a little lower then was ideal, but I could live with it. Her ass, the marble peach I heard it referred to once, was a study in perfection. To my eye anyway.

 

I moved in close, letting my stiff cock slide against her pussy. I slid my hand over the skin of her back before placing on her hip and the other grabbed the base of my cock and slid it around her soaking pussy, getting it moist. She whimpered at the sensation, eager for me to begin. Something about having her in this position made me feel...I don’t know, kind of dominant. Powerful. Her tender flesh completely at my disposal. I placed the head of my dick just inside of her and put my hand back on her hip, gripping her securely.

 

Without warning, I pulled her back hard, shoving myself forward, burying my dick all the way into her steaming cunt. She cried out in a mixture of surprise, pleasure and a little bit of pain. The pain swiftly evaporated as I continued my assault on her pussy. I grunted in animalistic pleasure as she moaned beneath me.

 

“Fuck me Stephen! Ohh fuck!” she called out. She surrendered to me, laying her head down onto the bed. One hand came back and started to rub her clit, drawing another long groan out of her.

 

“Take my cock, Katie. Take it! God yes!” I picked up the pace, fucking her harder. This was somewhat out of character for me, I’m not usually so forceful. For some reason I just wanted to fuck her and fuck her hard. She wasn’t complaining. She was getting off on it.

 

“Oh god, I’m cumming! Yes!” Her back curved as I fucked her through another orgasm, our bodies slapping together obscenely. I reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. Not too hard, I didn’t want to snap her neck, but just hard enough to express the feeling of dominance.

 

Her body trembled in my hands and I felt my balls start to tighten. I owned her. “I’m going to cum Katie. Shit! I’m cumming!” I pulled out of her quickly and flipped her tiny body over. She looked up at me dazed and a little confused at the sudden change. I grabbed my cock and started pumping it furiously, my cum blasting out and landing all across her belly and up on her tits. There wasn’t a lot of it, since I had cum earlier, but it was enough. When I opened my eyes and saw her dripping with my seed, it satisfied some kind of dark desire in me. Somehow it marked her as mine.

 

Katie sensed it too. I saw it in her eyes. She liked it, liked being dominated like that, liked being sprayed with cum and understood what it meant. She liked it but was afraid of it. I didn’t let up just yet.

 

“Clean off my dick.”

 

Katie looked up at me a little scared, but excited too. Forbidden excitement. She moved to the edge of the bed and got on her knees. Timidly, she took my dick in her hands and brought it to her mouth, testing it first with her tongue. I could tell by the way she handled it that she’d never given a guy a blow job. She had mentioned that Jason wanted her to, but didn’t say whether or not she did it. Now I knew the answer.

 

Blushing furiously, she took my cock as far as she could in her mouth. I didn’t expect her to take it all on the first try. I groaned loudly as I felt her tongue sliding over it and her mouth sucking it clean. She broke away and lifted up the shaft and ran her tongue up one side and down the other, then took it in her mouth again. I felt her try to push it in farther this time, but she didn’t get much down. Time enough for that later. I’d have Kristel show her how.

 

“Mmmmm...that’s good Katie. You can stop now. Don’t forget the stuff on your stomach though.”  

 

I watched as she ran her fingers over her body collecting my cum and sucking it down. She was silent through the whole thing and for a second I doubted my assessment of how much she enjoyed the domination. A quick read of her thoughts proved me wrong though. She loved it in ways she wasn’t prepared to talk about. I laid back on the bed and when she was done, she came and lay beside me. I pulled her close and brought the covers up over us and just held her, both of us satisfied for the time being.

 

“Now what?” she asked me quietly.

 

“Now,” I said, “I think it’s time for room service. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. You want some food sweetie?”

 

“God yes!” she exclaimed. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” Then looking up at me she said, “Well, not food anyway.” And broke into a big smile.

 

I laughed. “Room service it is,” and grabbed the phone.

 

We fucked so many times that evening, that towards the end, my dick just didn’t want to cooperate anymore. She had called her parents at one point, telling them she was crashing at a friends place. During the conversation, I was slowly licking her pussy, watching her try to carry on the discussion of ‘who, what, where, when, why, and how with her mom with a level tone. I got a vicious slap for that, but it was worth it.

 

Sometime around midnight we fell asleep, all wrapped up in each other. Her hair was spread out like a crimson wave all over my chest, the scent of her cloaking me in softness and warmth. Even after all the sex and the sweat, I could still find hints of lavender in her skin. I breathed it in and my eyes slid closed. Then something strange happened.

 

“What are you doing here?” Katie looked up from a horse that had been galloping through a field of purple roses. The sky was a radiant turquoise and the leaves on the trees looked...painted.

 

“Where is here?” I asked her.

 

“This is my dream. Isn’t it? Or is this your dream? But you don’t fell like you belong here, so I think this is my dream. How’d you get here?”

 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I think we’re still asleep in the hotel.” I looked around, still not totally understanding. I looked down at myself and...what in hell? I was dressed in a toga. How did that make any sense?

 

“Ooo the hotel. That was fun. I hope we do it again tomorrow. Still, I think you should go, it just feels wrong with you here. You’re spooking Shadow. Sorry Steve.” She looked down at me expectantly from the back of the horse, waiting politely for me to leave. The horse was prancing sideways, snorting it’s discomfort.

 

“No, that’s okay, I just have to figure out how to get out. I don’t know how I got in.”

 

I felt around with my mind, trying to get the lay of things. I felt...I felt a connection back with my body. It was tenuous, but the more I thought about it, the more solid it became. “I think...I think this is it.”

 

I got a mental grip on it and tugged and–

 

I was back in my own mind. I struggled to pull myself awake, I desperately wanted to think about this, but my body had other ideas. It was exhausted and pulled me down into unconsciousness. I slept.

 

 

 

‘In the realm of the Gods...”

 

Zeus sat in his throne coming down off the high that the mortals’ hours long sex romp had provided him. He was feeling very pleased and younger then he’d felt in a millennium. A presence intruded on his tranquility.

 

“What do you think you’re doing here, Hypnos.” Zeus growled out. “Hera send you on another mission to put me to sleep? Got some new plan brewing, have you?” He made a small motion with his hand, a slight beckoning gesture, and there was a cry as a body flew across the room and slammed into one of the mammoth marble pillars with enough force to crack it clean through. The body slumped to the floor and lay still for a handful of moments before coming back around.

 

Slowly, and with great pain, Hypnos got to his feet. “Please, my Lord. I come with no plot against you, but with dire tidings. Dire indeed, yes.”

 

“Really? It must be very important for you to risk coming to stand before me. You know you are not in my good graces at the moment. Speak, worm. What are these dire tidings.”

 

“He Dream Walks my Lord. I have felt him,” Hypnos rushed on. “He Walked into his companion’s dreams. It was a clumsy attempt, accidental, she noticed him immediately, but..but he did it my Lord. He is showing signs of a Transcendant.

 

The air in the temple room became deathly still. The sky overhead darkened impossibly fast and, lightening split the sky. Zeus’s eyes ignited with vengeful fury. He stood in a powerful motion uttering a cry of rage and made a sweeping gesture with his arm. Across the room Hypnos was picked up and thrown back into the wall, sending cracks shooting out in all directions and stone chips raining down to the floor. Like a marionette with its strings cut, Hypnos crumpled bonelessly to the ground.

 

“You lie! Filthy wretch, sent here on Hera’s bidding to deceive me.” He stalked menacingly towards Hypnos. Thunder rolled the heavens and Hypnos cried out in pain as Zeus rained another blast of pain down upon him.

 

“Please, my Lord, I speak the truth!” He struggled slowly to his knees. “This affects all of us. I would not lie. Hera knows, indeed she does, but she bade me to inform you. Please my Lord. It is the truth!”

 

Zeus’s rage cooled as he accepted the bitter reality of the situation. Hera would not lie about something like this. It would be just as dangerous to her if it were true as it was to him. She would have no advantage. How could this be?

 

“Does anyone else know?”

 

“None but Hera and myself my Lord. I cannot say what the other Pantheon’s may have knowledge of. How could I ask without arousing their suspicion? No, my Lord Zeus; That I know of, it is only the three of us.”

 

“See that it remains so. Summon Hermes to me, we have much to discuss. Now, you may leave.”

 

“Yes, my Lord. It will be as you command.” The God of sleep bowed low to the ground and disappeared in a rush. Zeus returned to his throne and sat down heavily, losing himself in thought. If this mortal was a Transcendant, if the bestowing of the gifts had awakened that in him, then... Oh, this was very bad indeed.

st said. I assumed they got it when the room lit up green and yellow with their smiles and they launched themselves at me. Whoa! That's the first time I had seen their auras shine through like that!

"Oh Daddy!" They bubbled. They were both trying to hug me and kiss me at the same time. That doesn't work very well when you only have one mouth. I pushed them both away and made them stand still.

"Close your eyes. Hands at your side. Don't move unless I tell you to. Turn your sensors on fully."

They looked nervous, but excited too. They could sense this was going to be good. I didn't really have to tell them to turn their senses on. They had been pinging me ever since I had walked out of the computer room. I continued slowly unbuttoning Katie's blouse. When she felt my hands touch her, she moaned softly and trembled all over. As I unbuttoned each button, I spread the blouse apart and kissed her, from her throat all the way down to the top of the next button. She cried out softly each time I kissed her. When I got to the last button and spread her blouse apart, I proceeded to lick and kiss her all the way from her throat to her navel, sticking my tongue into her navel. She squealed, and I felt her knees start to buckle. I slipped my tongue as far into the waistband of her shorts as I could, and just licked from right to left across her stomach. She whimpered, then she cried out and a burst of yellow joy leapt from her mind to mine. I felt it wander softly and happily around my mind. Then I noticed there was a little of the orange glow with it, separate but intermingled. I reached out and touched it with some of my green. It was definitely not harmful. It seemed cautious, but liked my green. However, it still preferred the yellow and flowed back over to the yellow. I called it back again. The orange flowed back over to my green, and wrapped itself around my green. Suddenly, I felt my senses change. It was not alarming, but I knew that my outgoing senses to Amy and Katie were in a loop, just sending the same thing repeatedly, but I was not sending them real time anymore. It was then that the orange wrapped around me and I would have fainted from the shock of the realization of what this was, if the orange had not sustained me. I saw and faintly heard the words in my head, so faint that I could not recognize the voice.

'"This is our secret, just for us. Even Amy doesn't know. Tell no one."' Oh my God! Oh my God! How could this be?!? Cindi?!? Cindi?!? But Cindi had never been orange. The words formed again, but no voice this time. I felt that the voice transmission was too hard for it to sustain.

'I'm sorry, no. Not Cindi. Those were never her words. They were mine, just delivered by her. Do not be afraid. I have isolated you from Amy and Katie so your thoughts do not give away our secret. They have not noticed you are not there.' I saw an image of me continuing to lick and suck Katie's pretty little belly, holding her up as her knees tried to give out. 'I will not harm you. I would die first. Think again. I will help you.' A flood of unrecognized images entered my mind. It coalesced into a realization. Oh. My. God. Oh my God! How could this be?!? This was not possible! The orange words interrupted before I cried out the name that appeared in my mind.

'Remember, this is our secret, just for us. Even Amy doesn't know. Tell no one. They mustn't know my name. Not until the time is right. I have hidden all these thoughts behind a wall in your mind. You can access them anytime you want.' I felt a shy little smile. 'I hope you will think of me often, just as I do you. But the thoughts will be protected from their sensing. When the time is right, the thoughts will be released. Some things you need to know. Your wonderful wife is not ok. Her mind has been seriously hurt by what they did to her, the guilt she carries for what they made her do. Ask Katie. She knows what they did. It will be painful for you to hear, but you must know. Do not have Katie show you the images. It will be more than you can bear. I can help you with her, with Katie's help. But you must go avenge her first. When you get back, you must ask for Katie's and my help with your wife. Neither Katie nor I can ever help you at anything unless you ask.' Ah, the reason for the statements "all you have to do is ask." 'Do not delay your trip, no matter what happens. Take care of your girls tonight. They need you. But go tomorrow. Do not indiscriminately destroy the building. You must search it well before you destroy it. There is something there, something very valuable, that you must find. You will recognize it when you see it.' Then I heard a merry little giggle, and the orange tendrils danced in front of me enticingly. 'I have to go now. This takes so much energy. I have saved up a long time to break out for you like this. I must go before they notice. Don't forget me. You are my only hope.' I felt the orange tendrils give me a 'kiss', and then they flowed back out of my mind with Katie's yellow. Except for a tiny bit of orange that remained, encircling a small area of my mind.

I returned to Katie as if I had never left. I slipped my finger just inside the waistband of her shorts and slid it slowly from side to side. She whimpered and cried out each time I moved it. Then I heard Amy.

"Please. Can I at least watch? I'm going crazy over here listening to all this and not being touched," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I kissed Katie on her cute little bellybutton and told her I would be right back. She gave a little whimper of frustration. I moved over to Amy and started doing the same thing I had done to Katie. Being new to these feelings, and not having the control Katie has, she was soon breathing heavily and raggedly and crying out almost continuously as I touched her pretty little body all over. It was so hot listening to her cry out like that. I undid her shorts and started to slowly slip them down her hips. Then her panties. She was gasping she was so turned on. I slowly stood up, running my hands over her body, and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear.

"Move over and take the rest of Katie's clothes off." I whispered. Amy shivered.

"Do you like to see Katie and me play with each other?" she whispered back. "We talked about it, Daddy. We can't lick or... do each other down there. But we can snuggle, kiss, play with each other's breasts, stroke, and rub each other if you like that. Just not... down there. Would you like to see that?" She giggled.

I kissed her. "If you want to. I would never ask you to do what you don't feel comfortable with." Amy moved over and slowly started sliding Katie's blouse off her shoulders, then kissed her neck. Finally, she kissed her on the mouth. I saw Katie react with surprise and she started to open her eyes in surprise. But she was dealing with probably the fastest human on the earth. Before she could open them, Amy laid her fingers over Katie's eyes.

"Eyes closed, Little One," she said in an almost perfect imitation of my voice. I looked shocked. She gave me an "oops!" look, as if she didn't mean to let me know that, and just shrugged her shoulders. She proceeded to play with Katie. She licked her neck, kissed her. When she sucked a nipple into her mouth, Katie screeched softly and trembled all over. I could tell she was so confused. The voice was mine, but it didn't feel like me. She and Amy haven't done enough to recognize her feel. Finally, I took both their hands and led them over to the bed.

I knew I had to do Katie first. She was so turned on she couldn't stand it. Her aura was leaking slightly she was so turned on. It seemed like the girls have changed again, with their auras showing now and then. I was so turned on I didn't want to delay either. Amy lay down next to Katie, and slid one arm under her head, holding her close. Then she put her other arm around her and softly rubbed her chest, whispering in her ear how much she loved her little Katie. I dropped my head down between Katie's legs and before she even knew I was there, I sucked her clit hard into my mouth and ran my tongue very quickly over it, back and forth. Just then Amy kissed her, and Katie screamed her lungs out into Amy's mouth. We kept this up, with the addition of me sliding a finger up into Katie and running my thumb over her other little hole until she finally collapsed, dead to the world. Amy looked at me and giggled. I just lay there, looking at the two prettiest girls I have ever seen. Amy blushed under my stare.

"What?" She was getting embarrassed, self-conscious, and shy. Amy?

"Just thinking how beautiful you are. I love you so much. How do you move so fast? And when did you learn to imitate my voice?"

She looked embarrassed. "I don't know. It just happens. Sorry about the voice. If I had realized I could do that, I would have thought before doing it in front of you." She looked at me, serious concern in her eyes. "Can we talk while Katie sleeps?" I followed her out to the other room. I sat down on the couch and she curled up on my lap. She had tears in her eyes.

"Daddy, how come I am crying so much these days? I never cry. Sometimes I feel like such a freak. How do I know how to use a gun? How can I shoot someone without even looking at him? How can I shoot someone... period? I'm Amy, the nicest girl in the world, and tomorrow I am going to go with you to kill people. I am insisting on going, I forced you to let me go. Who am I? I do so many weird things. How can I talk in your voice? How did I know what to tell Captain Jensen? What the hell is an Angels 2, anyway? And why are there orange tendrils in your mind that you are trying to hide from me? I know they won't hurt us, but why are they there? What are they? Why are Katie and I not supposed to know about them? Why were you sending a fake endless loop before? What was in that file, Daddy? It's even worse than I think, isn't it? What other freaky things can I do? It must be bad or Katie wouldn't keep it from me." She was sobbing now. "Daddy, I just want to be a normal little girl. I'm only 13 years old. I want to sit on my Daddy's lap and tell him about my day at school. I want to be a cheerleader. I want to tease boys. I want to go shopping with Mommy. Is she going to be all right? Will I ever be normal again? Oh God, I WANT MY CINDI BACK!" I was crying too, watching my little girl go to pieces in front of me. I didn't know what to do. I hugged her. I wished I could console her, make her feel better. I saw the little orange tendrils in my mind. They formed little figures that jumped up and down and clapped their 'hands'. Then the words spelled out "All you had to do is ask". What did that mean? You are weird, little orange person. I distinctly heard a little teenage giggle in my mind. I saw the words "Wow. She is a genius, isn't she? I didn't expect her see through my camouflage that fast." I recognized the giggle as little orange person, but I didn't recognize it as anyone I knew.

I hugged Amy, and then I kissed her. She clung to me desperately, sobbing almost hysterically. I picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom. I took her clothes off as she clung to me, sobbing. She tried to stop me, and stamped her little foot in frustration as I continued to strip her. I laid her on the bed. By this time, Katie was awake and was looking at Amy in alarm. I whispered to her to help me love Amy. She wrapped her arms around her and kissed her, trying to comfort her. I was worried. Amy looked like she was slipping back into a relapse. Then I noticed that my control over the orange tendrils in Katie's mind stopped, and Katie was suddenly in intense pain from a tremendous headache. I watched her and Amy both go "off line", Katie from pain, Amy from hysteria. Oh no, all my girls were going to pieces at once! Then I saw little orange tendrils reach out to Amy. They wrapped themselves lovingly around her mind, and soothed her. It held her agitated green aura, and calmed it down. Then it fled back to my mind, locking itself up again. I knew it had taken them off line so they wouldn't detect it. My control over the orange pieces in Katie's mind returned and I suddenly had two calm girls on my hands. I kissed Amy passionately, and she kissed me back. She pulled me over on top of her, and wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me tight.

"Sorry, Daddy. Even geniuses go to pieces occasionally. I'm ok now. Those little orange... pills really work wonders, don't they? It's ok, I know you don't want anyone to know you take them sometimes. I won't tell anyone their name." She looked at the shocked look on my face, gave me an Amy 'just how stupid do you think I am' look, rolled her eyes, and then laughed at me. A delightful, happy laugh. I could understand that. I was pretty ecstatic also, since I 'met' Little Orange Person. She looked at me in mock disgust. "What is with all this clothes on stuff? Are you going to take them off, or are we going to watch the 'Orange Bowl' all night?" She giggled helplessly. Very funny, Amy smart-ass. I gave her a warning glance and looked at Katie. I felt Amy in my mind. 'Oops! Sorry. I will behave if you make love to me. Deal? Hi Little Orange Person! Thank you! Love you! Bye.' She giggled hysterically as she started taking my clothes off. Katie looked confused, wondering what the joke was. Then she decided she would just kiss Amy instead.

I sucked Amy to three orgasms while Katie kissed her to keep from waking up the whole house with her screams. Then I went inside her and we both climaxed together. I rolled over on my back and held her as she fell asleep with me still inside her. Katie nudged me.

"Hey! That's supposed to be my sleeping position! What happened to her? She hasn't been that bad in a long time. Maybe we should all have those orange pills for emergencies." Poor Katie! She was so gullible sometimes. Codes worked so well with her, because to Katie everything was up front. It never occurred to her that anyone would hide something from her. That was why she was so upset that she couldn't let Amy read the file.

"She was upset because she thinks she's a freak. She keeps doing these things that she doesn't know she can do. She just wants to be a normal little girl. I'm really glad she didn't see the file or the 'videos'. Katie, what about the 'video' you didn't show me? If we are going in together tomorrow, I need to know everything about what she can do." I wasn't sure I wanted to see it, though.

"I will show it to you if you want. It's not pretty. You may regret this." It was the one where she was locked, unarmed, in a room with ten armed men. I watched in horror but fascinated as she took them all out. Katie miscalculated. It wasn't even three minutes. Then I noticed something odd. I asked Katie to run it again. Then again. Then I sat back and thought about what I had seen.

"What is it, Daddy? You've seen something I missed. Tell me." Katie was poking me impatiently.

"Two things. Amy didn't kill anyone in that scene. Only one of those men was real. He was one of the survivors. The others were computer-generated holograms. She wouldn't even notice the difference on the drugs she was on. It actually makes it even more impressive, as those holograms are even faster and better than most humans are. It may help you to know that little Amy is not a killer. Thanks to her Daddy, she will be by tomorrow night, but she is not yet," I stated bitterly. Katie hugged me and told me to stop being an ass. "The second thing is that I know the doctor that ran that test. He didn't disappear because they didn't like the test. They didn't care, as it was holograms. Amy was never in real danger. That doesn't lessen what she did — they never touched her, hologram or not. She really dodged all those bullets, computer generated or not. That doctor ran afoul of one of my agents on a child abuse case "24" was working on. The agent was the one that walked away; the doctor didn't. In light of what I know now about you kids, it may not have been child abuse. They may have been working on more subjects." Katie looked at me in horror.

We finally went to sleep. Katie relented and let Amy continue to sleep on top of me. We had never done that before. It felt really good, being that close to her. She smiles in her sleep when you kiss her forehead. When I woke up the next morning, Katie had reclaimed her place. Spoiled little brat!

For once, I didn't have a hard time getting the girls up. Amy was ready to go. She came into the living room dressed in a black jump suit, her hair in a ponytail. I didn't see any guns, but she assured me she had two. There were various bulges in various other pockets that I didn't even want to ask what they were. Man, she looked sexy! I'm good at all this, but I know when the student has surpassed the teacher. If she didn't know what to do, if she couldn't handle herself, we were both dead anyway. I left her to get ready and went in to check on Victoria.

She was still asleep, or unconscious. I asked the doctor how she was.

"I am keeping her sedated until you get back. I want you here and not about to go anywhere when she comes out of it. I don't know what we are going to find when she does wake up. She may be an emotional wreck. She will need you full time to come out of it."

"When I get back, I will be here for her. First, I have to make sure she is safe." I kissed her on the forehead and left.

I stopped to talk to Captain Jensen on the way out. We reviewed the plans for the security of the house while I was gone.

"The FAA and all the military branches have been advised to keep all planes out of this area. They have been warned that anything that flies within 20 miles of here will be warned once and then shot down. We have a perimeter around the area. No one gets in unless you, Amy or Katie, personally advise me of his or her arrival. I have two fighters in the air at all times, one with Phoenix missiles with an effective range of 150 miles. We should be ok until you get back." Captain Jensen tried to reassure me. "I have two fighters escorting you to the air field near your location. They will await your departure there. I have two AH-64 Apache Longbows escorting you in to the target zone. They will stay out of sight but will available on 15 seconds notice. There is an extraction group 2 minutes away if you need help. Don't be shy — holler if you get lonely. I don't care about you - I want to see that pretty little girl again." We hugged, and I went to pick up Amy.

Amy and Katie were standing side by side, holding hands and talking. Katie saw me and started crying. She ran over to me and literally leaped up into my arms. I hugged her and kissed her as she clung to me.

"Hey, Little One. That's a lot of tears for a no brainer cleansing mission. Do you know something I don't?"

"Patrick, you get your ass back here to us in one piece, you hear me? Don't you take any chances. Don't play tough guy. Let Amy take care of you. Unless they have the USS Missouri, they aren't going to hurt her. You bring my Daddy and my Sister back to me in one piece or I'm going to kick your ass."

"I'm never going to get out of here if you don't quit soaking my shirt so I have to keep changing it," I teased her. "I will be back. I wouldn't want to miss a night of you sleeping on top of me. Take care of your Mom."

We finally got out of there, about an hour before dawn. We flew there almost without incident. There was one plane that approached us, but apparently he didn't like F-15's because he veered off when they challenged him. It was comforting to see two F-15's on our wing all the way in. Then we helicoptered into the target area. Someone was not taking changes. Apache's are uglier than hell and fly like a brick, but they sure are comforting as an escort. Anyone tries anything with those around, they had better be perfect in their execution. You make one little mistake and they will ruin your whole day. We rested for a few hours just a couple of miles from the target. I figured Amy was tired, and needed some rest. Nope... she wanted to fool around for a while before we went to kill bad guys, as she put it. Teenagers!

Finally, we approached the complex about 4 PM. Our information was that would be right after guard change, when things would be somewhat confused. There should be about 10 guards in the facility, with the big guys being in the underground complex part. As we walked up to the front door, we talked casually to each other, to try to sound innocent, and to calm our nerves.

"I think we should try the pretty young girl soft touch approach again this time, to disarm them. That seemed to work well last time," Amy giggled. Was she enjoying this?

"Yeah, I like that approach — just shoot everything and make me the bad guy. Real subtle, genius girl. But you took way too long and moved too slow last time. Can you maybe not take so long this time picking out where you want to hit them in the knee and just do it, huh? Good help is so hard to find these days," I complained.

"Too slow? You hadn't even closed your mouth yet when I was done! What a jerk! I should have left you at home and let Katie soak all your shirts. I don't know why she was so worried about getting you home again anyway. I'm her sister; two cute girls can always find another washed out old guy for a Daddy!" She giggled hysterically. And so it went, back and forth, keeping each other loose. Finally, we walked in the front door.

There were four bodyguard types sitting at a table playing cards when we walked in. Shoulder holsters. Suspenders. Bottles of whiskey on the table. Poker chips scattered about. Good grief! Did we wander into a bad detective western movie? These guys weren't even subtle. One of them looked up as we approached, and then they all looked at us. Then one of them whistled.

"Hey babe, want to join us? Lose the old man and we'll show you a good time!" I saw Amy's eyes flash. Well, there wasn't any doubt now as to whether or not they would live. Amy hates macho assholes. I was betting he got the first bullet. Amy batted her eyes and gave them her best southern drawl, acting like a dumb lost blond... er brunette.

"Can you-all tell me where I can find the boss? I have a delivery for him," she drawled, batting her eyes again. I rolled my eyes at her. I hoped she didn't have aspirations as an actress.

"You have to have an appointment to see the boss. He don't see nobody without an appointment, little lady." Yep. He's definitely getting the first bullet. Little lady?

"Sure is a good thing I got an appointment then," she drawled. Her hand moving so fast it was almost a blur, she drew her gun and shot all four of them before they even started to move. I don't know why I even came along on this trip. We checked each body for useful info, keys etc.

"Damn, girl, could I at least get to do something once in awhile!" I joked. Inwardly, I was amazed. Seeing it on a replay in your mind and seeing it in person are two entirely different things.

"Can't help it if you're so slow. Here, you can reload my gun if you want!" She laughed at me. Without even turning, or looking, she pointed her gun behind and to the left and shot the guy entering the door on that wall. She smiled at me, and gave me that Amy 'what! You mean you can't do that' look.

"I'm going to paddle your butt when I get you home!" I warned her. She grinned and blew the smoke out of the barrel of her gun. I laughed at her. "Amy, honey, you have been watching way too much bad TV!"

We opened the next door. This was a room with a closed patio sliding glass door on one wall. They were waiting for us here. I actually shot two while Amy shot three. Then I saw Amy make what will probably be one of the few mistakes she ever makes. Unfortunately, it was when I was making the same one. She relaxed before she checked behind the door.

The man behind the door shoved the door closed and chopped his hand across her wrist, knocking her gun out of her hand. He brought the submachine gun he was holding up in an arc and pulled the trigger on full automatic. I was turning my gun towards him to blow him away when he fired. I saw Amy diving to the right of him, but there was no way he was going to miss her with the first several bullets. And he didn't miss.

I saw, as in slow motion, the first six bullets heading for Amy. I saw her diving. As fast as she was, I knew she couldn't make it. As the bullets reached a point six inches from her, they shattered into little pieces as sparkly deep, bright blue energy flashed all over in a vertical sheet. Kind of looked like hitting a Star Trek shield with a phaser. One extra chance is all Amy would ever need. She rolled as she hit the floor, bounced up, and chopped him across the larynx with the edge of her open hand, crushing it. As he started choking, she grabbed him and threw him through the glass patio doors. I hate being left out, so I shot him as he went though the glass.

Amy looked around carefully this time, to be sure no one was around, then closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. Then she walked over to me, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed me.

"I don't know how you did that sparkly pretty blue thing, but thank you. I owe you one." She gave me a shaky little smile. I think it just lost some of the fun for her.

"Sorry, Amy, but you can't blame that one on me. That wasn't my shield." She looked at me, confused, but I was no help; I was confused too. So, now that we had our screw up, everything was ok, right? Nope. We went into the next room, and as we entered, we realized that we were well and truly screwed. There were at least 20 guys in this room, a large ballroom, and they were all waiting for us. They knew we were coming.

The only good thing I could think of all this was that I would die too and I wouldn't have to tell Victoria or Katie that I had gotten Amy killed. That advantage was not worth watching my darling little girl die in front of me though. But we were not going down easy.

Amy had a gun in each hand, firing as fast as she could. She wasn't even looking at her targets, but she wasn't missing, either. I grabbed an Uzi from one of the dead guy's hands and was firing it with one hand and my pistol with the other. Between the two of us we dropped 10 guys in the first 5 seconds or so. But it wasn't enough. We weren't going to make it. Besides, another five or six guys entered the room from the side door. Amy looked at me with a huge grin on her face. How the hell could she find humor in this? Then she pulled two grenades out of one of the pockets of that natty little suit of hers, pulled the pins, and threw them into the room. Great idea Amy! Except... we were in the fucking room too, genius girl! Well, if we were going to die, we might as well take them with us. "Fire in the hole!" Amy whispered to me, giggling, as she grabbed me and pulled me in close to her. This girl was nuts!

Then the fun started. Amy and I were surrounded in a bright, deep green glow. Then we and the perimeter of the room were surrounded in a bright orange glow. Finally, Amy and I were suddenly surrounded with a bright, deep blue glow. We looked like a bloody Christmas tree. As the grenades exploded, the room near where we were standing exploded into shimmers and sparkles of orange, blue and green light, as the energy was deflected by the glowing shields or whatever they were. It was hard to see, there were so many colored fuzzies floating around. As it cleared, we saw dead bodies lying all over the place. The room was empty of all life except Amy and me.

We closed and locked all the doors in the room. We needed a break. Amy laid her head against my chest and gave a tiny little sob. Then she looked up at me, her eyes bright.

"Someone really likes us," she whispered in a tiny voice. "Thank you, Little Orange Person!" She said fervently. "I really do love you now!"

'You're welcome, ' appeared in words in my mind. 'I love you two also. Now would you get your asses in gear and come rescue me?' Then it printed the word 'giggle!' You are too cute for words, Little Orange Person! I told Amy what Little Orange Person said. She looked at me as if I was nuts. I don't know that I had ever told her we were talking back and forth. I also told her, a little belatedly, not to just blow everything up, as there was something very valuable to find here.

Should be easy from here. Find the big boss, kill his guards, kill him, rescue Little Orange Person, and leave. Wonder what we were going to find for Amy to do to keep from being bored?

After checking all the doors and verifying this level was now clear, we opened the door that led downstairs. We went down several stairs, turned a corner, and stopped at a big, thick, steel door. We tried the keys we had picked up off the bodies. Course not. That would be too easy. I stood there, wondering what we were going to do. I hadn't brought my bazooka. Amy smiled, waiting patiently.

"Any good ideas, big guy? I don't want you whining that you don't get to do anything again. I've done all the work so far while you sat back eating bonbons. Time for you to earn that overly inflated salary of yours!" She smiled to show me she was just kidding. I shrugged my shoulders. "Ok, you had your chance." She pulled a glob of plastic explosives out of another pocket, and a detonator out of a third one. Good grief! I hoped she had lunch in there too; I was getting hungry. She grinned.

"I have lunch all planned out. You'll like it!" I bet I would! She rigged the charge, we stepped around the corner, and she blew the door. What a disappointment. Almost no bang; it just fell in. The disappointment continued as we stepped in the door. Twelve men dressed in black pajamas were standing there, each holding a gun on us. Even Amy was going to have a problem here. Then one of them stepped forward.

"Amy. Nice to see you again." She looked confused. "Oh, that's right, you don't remember me. What a shame. You were the best fuck I ever had. Well, maybe next to your Mom. I really enjoyed her yesterday. She really enjoyed it too. Kept begging for more." Bad move, asshole. Amy's eyes went flat, devoid of expression, empty. I noticed my vision changed slightly. So, that's what it felt like when my eyes did the same thing. I suddenly was cold, emotionless. This was going to be fun. "Tell you what. Make you a deal," he continued. "We drop all the guns, and do this the fun way. You win, you get to go on. We win, you're mine again. I might let you keep the old man to clean out your cage." He sure had an evil grin.

Was this guy stupid? Or was he just that good and wanted a challenge? I was sensing Amy. He couldn't have done a better job at preparing her for combat if he had tried. She smiled at me as she flipped her gun over into the corner. 'You were my first.' She assured me. I smiled at her in reassurance.

"Since he is only good for cleaning cages, you won't mind if the old man helps me. Sometimes my back itches when I fight and he's an excellent back scratcher," she giggled. I tossed my guns over in the corner also. They tossed theirs into the other corner.

"This is going to be fun! Are you ready, old man?" Amy giggled, grinning at me. "Shall we dance?"

Suddenly, there were bodies moving everywhere. The first man that approached Amy tried to jump kick her. She stepped aside, and flung him into the nearest wall, snapping his neck. She spun around, grabbed the arm of the next man as he tried to hit her, broke his arm, and flung him back to me. I punched him in the chest, stopping his heart, and broke his neck as he went past. Then I moved up next to her. She smiled at me, and was so confident, she reached over and squeezed my hand briefly as the next several men approached. I saw loudmouthed man notice the action so far and the hand squeeze and he started to look like he had made a mistake. He started to back away.

The next several attacked all at once. Amy spun kicked the first one, while chopping two more with open hand strikes at the same time. What a wimp. Couldn't you get the other foot in there too? I had never seen anyone do three hits simultaneously before. 'Are you going to help or just stand back and admire me?' She giggled in her mind. 'I can give you something better to admire later!' She giggled again. It was as if our minds were on a completely different plane than our bodies. Our bodies were just reacting on their own. I suddenly realized that, much as I hated what they had done to my little girl, she was in her element. She was made for this. She was enjoying it. These were not people, they were scum. Who cared if they died? I decided to leave the rest of the philosophy lesson for later.

Amy grabbed the one she had kicked, slammed his head down into her knee, and smacked both open hands across his ears. Ouch! He went down like a sack of potatoes. The one she had chopped on her right I kicked on the knee, and as he went down, I chopped him across the back of his neck. I thought I felt something break as I hit him. I saw Amy run and take a leap in the air, twisting as she soared, legs spread wide apart. What was she doing? As she spun in the air, she kicked one man in the head with one leg, and a second one in the head with the other leg. As she began to come down, twisting again to face them, she shoved her stiffened fingers into each of their solar plexus' (plexi?), doubling them over. As she slid over to the side, recovering her balance, I leaped into the air, kicking both of them in the head. They both went down. 'Are you satisfied now?' she quipped. 'Not bad for an old man!' She giggled. The third man that she had chopped, now behind her, was reaching out to grab her. As he came near to her, she turned and he punched her in the stomach. What? Someone hit Amy? I had never seen that before. Mark it on your calendar. As I moved to help her, as she doubled over, I realized what I had seen. He had never touched her, through the deep, bright green glow that covered her stomach. I realized she was faking it. Apparently, the keepers of the orange and blue glow knew it too, as they didn't even bother to help. As he moved closer to her doubled over form, reaching out to grab or hit her, she stood up, arms together, and spread her arms out quickly, separating his arms. Then she punched him in the chest and kicked him in the head simultaneously. Usually in a double shot like that, the hand goes higher than the leg, as it is higher on the body. I had never seen a cross like that. She grinned at me. I think she was showing off!

There were only five left, including loudmouth. They didn't look quite as confident as before. I really didn't like the way they seemed to be thinking. Sure enough, I saw them run towards their guns. I dived towards ours as I saw Amy flying through the air towards me. As I got to our guns, I grabbed Amy's two and hurled them towards her. I grabbed mine and turned, just in time to see Amy put on the show of the day.

As she soared through the air, she reached out and grabbed the guns flying towards her. She deftly caught each one by the grip, sliding her finger onto the trigger, twisted in mid air, and started firing with both hands. About the same time, I started firing also. Loudmouth got one shot off before they all fell to the ground. Unfortunately, that one shot hit me.

Damn it! I'm fighting alongside a 13-year-old cheerleader that had never even seen a gun in her life before as far as I knew and I get shot? I'm too old for this shit. I knew it was bad. I could feel the energy sliding out of me. Amy was kneeling beside me, and even if I didn't feel it, I could tell from the way Amy looked. She was crying and holding me.

"Oh God, Daddy, I'm so sorry! I tried to get him before he fired. I even tried to get in the way and take the bullet. Please, Daddy, don't leave me!" She sobbed.

"Amy, if you had taken that bullet I would have kicked you butt. You take care of your Mom, hear? She's going to need a lot of help and love," I whispered, and coughed. God, I loved this girl. I couldn't stand the thought of the pain I was going to bring her. I will never know why I did what I did at that moment. It made no sense. With what I knew had to be my dying breath. I whispered, "Cindi. Little Orange Person. Help her." It made no sense. I mean, Cindi was dead. And I didn't even know who Little Orange Person was. Then I was above, looking down at the scene, watching Amy cry. A very sexy shaped orange energy form hugged me, holding me close. 'All you had to do is ask, ' it said. Have you ever been kissed by pure energy? I never thought I would say this, but it is better than Amy's kisses. Don't tell her I said that!

I watched Amy's head tilt slightly to the side. Then she leaned down to 'me', and whispered.

"Daddy. Do you love me?"

:"I love you, Amy," I whispered back.

"Do you trust me, Daddy?" She whispered again, tears streaming down her face.

"Amy, I love you and trust you so much I will gladly die here if it will keep you safe and happy," I whispered back.

"Hold my hand, Daddy. Love me. Trust me." She took my hand and closed her eyes, putting her other hand over the wound in my chest. Too bad, she missed it. Three things happened simultaneously. First, an orange and bright, deep blue glow filled the whole room. Then, a bright, deep blue lightning bolt came from the ceiling and at the same time, an orange bolt came from the room next door. Finally, a golden yellow bolt shot in from the ceiling. All three joined together, and then slammed into my body, right in my chest in the middle of the green glow where her hand was, with enough force that I lost consciousness. The last thing I heard was Amy whispering, "I love you, Daddy."

I don't know how long I had been out when I woke up. Long enough that Amy had called in the support group that we would never need. They were cleaning up the area. I could hear isolated shots periodically. My head was lying in Amy's lap, and she was stroking my hair, holding me. She was crying her eyes out, but was looking at me with a beautiful smile on her face. She gave me a wonderful kiss.

"Hey sleepyhead. Some people will do anything for a nap. Do you feel up to getting up and doing some work for a change?" Her smile was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.

"Can't you guys do anything without me?" I asked grumpily, and then kissed her nose. She giggled.

"It seems there is someone who says her name is Little Orange Person who won't talk to anyone but you. She refuses to come out of her room until she sees you. Do you have girls everywhere? I thought you said you loved me. And Katie? And Victoria? And Cindi? And... ?" She laughed. She helped me up and let me lean on her on the way into the next room. "Good grief, you're heavy! I'm just a little girl, you know!" She reached over and kissed my cheek.

"Yeah. Right. A little girl that throws grown men around the room. Katie told me to lean on you. I am. She gets mad when I don't do what she says. Ever seen a mad Katie?"

"Yeah. Once. Here, lean on me some more," she said, giving me a look of mock horror.

When we got to the room in question, I went in alone, asking Amy to stay outside. I don't get the chance to get back at her often, and I wanted to fully savor this moment. I walked into the dark room. As soon as I entered, a pretty young thing wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. We held each other tightly, basking in all the good feelings that we had missed from each other for so long. She asked me if I loved her. Always and forever, I told her, as I had so many times before. She giggled happily and kissed me again. Then I asked her to stay behind for a minute while I talked to Amy. I asked Little Orange Person if she was blocking all of our senses to the others. She said Amy and I were on an infinite loop. She giggled merrily and said nobody would be paying attention anyway, as the loop she was sending out was of Amy and me making love. I laughed and told her she was a bad, bad girl. She giggled again. I walked out to talk to Amy.

"Daddy, why are we on playback loop again? Not that I'm not enjoying watching what we're supposedly doing, but..."

"Because, Amy honey, I wanted privacy when you get to meet Little Orange Person. Are you ready?" I smiled real big at her.

"I'm ready, Daddy. I don't know why you guys are being so mysterious about this. You know we will accept anybody into our family that you want there." I grinned real big at her.

She watched as a young girl walked out of the room. As she walked closer, Amy appeared more and more confused. She turned to me.

"Is this a joke on me, Daddy? How did Katie get here ahead of us? I don't understand..." Then I could hear the click all the way over here as it registered. All the blood drained from her face. She looked at me with her mouth open, hand over her mouth in shock, and her eyes were as big as saucers. I finally pulled one over on the teenage genius! Daddy 4,937,422, Amy 0! I walked over to her.

"Close your mouth dear, bugs will fly in. Amy, allow me to introduce you to... Becky Thompson. Katie's twin sister. Identical twin sister, I might add." Poor Amy. I'm so mean to her. I felt bad for... oh, 0.27 seconds. Then Becky walked up to Amy and put her arms around her, and hugged her. Amy hugged her back.

"My goodness, you are beautiful. And so sweet." Becky told her. "And, so dangerous, too," she whispered. Amy blushed but said nothing. "I'm so glad to meet you. Although Katie doesn't know it, she has told me so much about you the last few days." Amy still hadn't said anything; she just stared. Becky turned to me. "She can talk, can't she?" She teased gently.

'Shh." I whispered loudly. "You don't know what a blessing this is; Amy speechless. You will soon wish you had more of these days!" That snapped her out of it. She glared at me with fire in her eyes.

"I do not talk too much! And you are mean! How could you do this to me?" Oops. I think she was really mad. Becky put her arms around her and hugged her.

"Don't be mad at him. It was my doing. I asked him to keep it a secret. In fact." She looked at me guiltily, "he would not have been able to tell you if he tried. I'm sorry, Amy, but I know Katie can read you and I couldn't take the chance of her finding out through your mind. This is going to be a real shock to her. It has to be done in person. I'm sorry," she said.

They both came over to hug me.

"You're not off the hook yet, buster! Just wait and see how long it is before I let you..." She stopped, embarrassed, realizing what she had almost said in front of Becky. Becky smiled at her.

"It's ok, Amy. I know about that. I felt it the other day. After seeing him, I understand completely," she giggled. "There's so much I have to catch up on, being out of contact for so long. There is one thing I am really confused about, though. When I finally was able to get free a little from here, I tried to insert myself into Katie's mind where I always was, but I couldn't. There seemed to be someone there. I know she thought I was dead, but who did she find to replace me with?" Uh oh, I thought I knew what was coming, and this was not going to be pleasant. I moved over and put my arms around Amy from behind, and held her close, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear that I loved her. Amy seemed confused too.

"I'm there. We found each other," Amy explained. I could tell by the quivering of her lower lip that she knew what was coming, too.

"But... What does Cindi think of that? What does she do? Where..." Becky was beginning to realize that there was something she didn't know.

Amy turned to me, hid her face in my chest, and started crying. Becky looked really confused.

"I'm sorry. What have I done to make her cry? What did I say? I'm sorry." Becky looked like she was going to cry, too.

"I'm sorry, Becky, Cindi is dead." I explained to her what happened. She and Amy cried together for quite awhile, Becky apologizing profusely. We were interrupted by the leader of the extraction force.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we need to get going. The police are likely to be showing up soon. We also have some unidentified blips showing up on radar that I don't like. It could be reinforcements." I convinced Amy to withhold questions to Becky until we got back home, so she didn't have to tell it multiple times.

We got out to the helicopter and got back into the air. Something must have been happening, because one of the Apache's peeled off and disappeared. We heard explosions shortly after. I didn't pay much attention, as I had a very cute petite blond girl cuddled up to me in my lap. We got to the plane, without incident, and took off. Again, one of the escorts left us and shortly after, the sky lit up a few miles away. Amy sat next to me on the plane, holding my hand and sleeping with her head on my shoulder. Becky slept in my lap, arms around my neck. If they weren't both so pretty, I would have been bored.

We finally got back to the house. I asked Becky to give me 30 seconds or so before she came in, I needed to get into position so that Katie didn't hurt herself when what I knew was going to happen happened. Everyone hugged and kissed us. Katie was standing at the bar getting me a drink, wisecracking all the way. I stood behind her, arms around her waist.

"What? Daddy, you're losing your touch. We send you out somewhere almost alone and you come back with no more beautiful girls that you left with?" She giggled. Amy giggled too as she saw Becky walk up behind us.

"Hi Katie," Becky said softly. I felt all of Katie's muscles stiffen. She turned very slowly in my arms, looking past my shoulder, eyes big as saucers, big tears suddenly running down her face. Her mouth was open in shock.

"B... Becky?" she whispered softly, disbelief on her face. It was a good thing I was holding her, because that is when she fainted.

prettier than his sister, who was about the same age as me, but she was only 2 years younger than us, so we all got along fine. Even though she lived pretty close, we went to different schools in high school in different cities, and we saw each other here and there, hanging out and eventually becoming closer as we got older. At the time of this story, she was a freshman in college, while I was a junior. Both of us went to different schools, but they were both within the state so not too far from home.

 

It all started a few years back. Her mom and dad were divorced, and her brothers and sister were off living on their own or off at college out of state. That left only her grandma and her mom at home, with Sama coming home from school during the weekends. Anyways, her mom had to leave town for a month, so that left her grandma all alone in the house. My parents learned of this and had her grandma stay at our house, because she was old and frail and they didn’t want her spending the weekdays all alone in a big house. She stayed in my sister’s room, since it was the only empty room in the house, and sometimes Sama would come over on the weekends to check up on her grandma. One time in particular, we told Sama to just spend the weekend at our house, and she did. My mom asked if she wanted to sleep with her grandma in my sister’s room or sleep in my room. At first I thought she was going to say my sister’s room, but she said my room. It was cool too, since we then spent the first night talking about our childhood and reminiscing and laughing while I slept on the floor of my room, and she slept on my bed.

 

The second night, we did pretty much the same thing, talk late into the night about all sorts of stuff. Somewhere along the line she was talking about how she didn’t like nose or something, and I responded that I thought she was very pretty and extremely attractive. She giggled at the thought, thinking I was just being nice, but I reiterated to her that she really was very beautiful, and that I would think she would get all sorts of guys. She then told me about her past relationships, and somewhere along the line, the topic of sex came up. We were whispering now, since we didn’t want my parents overhearing us from upstairs or anything, and we traded back in fourth about what we had done and liked and such. One interesting tidbit I found out was that Sama loved giving head. I jokingly responded that I loved getting head, to which she laughed and said maybe I’ll get lucky. This raised my eyebrow for a second, so I decided to keep this up and told her that if she saw that I had morning wood when she wakes up, to go ahead and take care of it for me. This caused her to laugh out loud, and she quickly covered her mouth after she realized how loud she was. She then responded by saying that she would, winking her eye. We both laughed and continued the conversation, all the while, me thinking we were just fooling around. Eventually we both got tired and fell asleep.

 

That night I remember having a sexy dream. I think all the talking about sex turned me on and was reflected in my dreams that night. I woke up in the morning, and noticed I was erect like a rock. I was sleeping on my stomach, so I rolled up onto my back, and dozed back to sleep. I think I slept for another hour, even though it only seemed like a moment, and I woke up to a shivering feeling. I was still on my back, so when I woke up, I looked down towards my feet and couldn’t believe the sight in front of me. I knew I felt something when I woke up, and was shocked to see my penis in my cousin’s mouth.

 

My eyes were wide open, and I just couldn’t believe what was happening. She was sucking away, my dick being covered in saliva. I could feel her tongue pressing against the bottom of my shaft, almost as if she was licking it like an icicle.  She then noticed I was now awake and watching, opened her mouth with my penis still inside and smiled. She then got up a little bit, and began to talk to me. While she rubbed my penis up and down she told me how when she woke up and went to the bathroom, she noticed I was erect in the morning. I told her I thought she was joking last night, to which she responded she was. She then said though that when she saw my boner sticking like a tent pole under my blanket, she couldn’t help herself. She then went back to sucking, and I just couldn’t complain. I laid back and just let it al soak in. She was like a sex machine, sucking furiously and even deep throating it a couple times. She fondled my balls while she blew me, which made me almost squirm, it felt so good. It didn’t take long before I began to climax, and I told her I was about to shoot. She just kept on sucking, and gave me a thumbs up with her right hand. I then let out a big breathe, and began to cum. As my cum gushed into her mouth, she closed her eyes and took it all. She then sucked the tip of my penis, getting ever last drop, and ultimately motioned towards me to watch her swallow it, which she did in one big gulp.

 

She then crawled closer to me, and asked me if I had a condom. I was now in disbelief. I asked her if she was asking me if I wanted to have sex, and she said she was too horny now and wanted it. I said that I really wanted to now, but my parents were home and I didn’t want to take the risk. She then told me they weren’t home, and that they must have taken her grandma with them. I listened for a few seconds and didn’t hear anything so I believed her. I then went into my underwear drawer and pulled out a Trojan. We then got on the bed, and I told her to wait a little bit so I could get hard again. She said she had no patience, and began to take her clothes off. At the sight of her boobs bouncing out from under her shirt, my penis began to spike up again. They were perfect, her brown nipples all tight and hard from arousal. She then took off her bottoms and I saw her nicely clean shaven pussy, making me even harder. I was now almost erect and ready to go already, but she sped things up by massaging my leg and then my throbbing member. I was now sporting a big boner, and I opened up the condom package and slid it on. She then gently pushed me my chest down, onto my back on my bed and leaned it, telling me to relax and just let her do all the work. I stuttered in agreement and did what I was told.

 

Sama then sat on her knees above me in my bed. She slowly lowered herself on to my prick, and as soon as I was in, began to grind away. She laid close to my body, towering over me, her breast bouncing and shaking in my face. I put my hands around her waste, and began moving my arms up and down her back; all the while she rode me in rhythm. I then finally got my hands on her jugs, seizing one in each hand, slightly squeezing. I rubbed her nipples and the rest of her boobs, blown away at how soft and smooth they were. I then put my hand on her ass, it was so tight and round. Her whole body was so silky smooth, and I mentioned that as she looked down on me, her hair slightly in her face smiling and slightly moaning. She then began to breathe very heavily, grinding faster and faster, her ass moving like a piston. It was too intense, and before I knew it, I felt like I was going to cum. I tried to resists, trying to concentrate on her tits instead, but I could only prolong it, not stop it. I eventually came, and I think she knew, but she didn’t care. She was really going at it, and continued to ride me like a cowgirl, even though I was beyond sensitive at this point. My penis almost ached, I was so sensitive. She just kept going and going, faster and faster. And then, she orgasmed, her mouth wide open, her body almost frozen. She then let out a deep breathe, tossed her hair back, and grinned from ear to ear. I told her I had cum and I was really sensitive, so she slowly moved up and guided my penis out with her left hand.

 

She then rolled over and lay beside me. She turned her head towards me, still smiling, and asked if it was good. I was so blown away at how amazing it was, I was near speechless, so I nodded in agreement. She let out a small giggle, as I then pulled off the condom and turned on my stomach again. Her chest was still heaving, as she was slightly out of breathe, which I couldn’t blame her as I would be tired if I did what she just did to me. I then put my left hand and laid it on her stomach, and then slowly hand walked up her body to her right breast, making circles with my index finger around her nipple. I then looked her in the eye, told her she was amazing and that sex was unreal. She thanked me, and then I thanked her. Eventually, we both got up and put our clothes back on, trading naughty glances. After we were all cleaned up and changed, we looked at the clock, it was almost noon. We then quickly went to the kitchen and had cereal so it looked like we had wakened up on time to my parents. Over breakfast, I joked that we should do this again, referring of course to the sex. She smiled and agreed, and we actually did have sex, among other things, more than a handful of more times. But of course, the first time is one of the most memorable.

you! Oh, Patrick, I am so sorry! I love you and Amy so much, and I have screwed up so bad. I have lied to you so much, and now I am going to die and never see you two again!" She was openly sobbing now. "I want to see you so badly again, I love you two so much! And I can't, because they are coming to kill me and I can't stop them. I'm so sorry! Please forgive me and take good care of Amy and Katie!" She dissolved into sobs.

I was terrified. Victoria doesn't panic, and doesn't cry. I couldn't imagine what could be happening that she could not handle. I did two things at once. First, I screamed in my mind.

'KATIE! AMY!' If they were listening with their ears, they would have been deafened.

'Daddy?' Amy.

'What is it, Daddy?' Katie. Thank God! I wasn't sure this would work.

Meanwhile, I was trying to talk to Victoria.

"Victoria, tell me what is the matter? Where are you, honey?"

"Oh, God, I am locked in an abandoned warehouse. I can't get out. They are going to burn it down around me. Oh, God, I love you so much! I wanted for so long to die when I was younger, and now I have you, Amy and Katie, and I don't want to die anymore! Now I'm going to die because I'm stupid! I'm so sorry! They've hurt me so bad, done so much to me, and now they are going to kill me! Tell Amy I'm sorry!

'Katie! Can you hook up with Victoria? She's in trouble!' I yelled in my mind.

'Already got her, sir. What do you need? All you have to do is ask, sir.'

'Can you tell where she is?'

'635 Wharf Street, San Francisco

, sir. She is in an abandoned warehouse. The warehouse is filled with gas fumes and gas is soaked everywhere. They have done really bad things to her, sir, ' Katie responded sadly.

I wondered what was going on with the 'sir' stuff, but I would worry about it later.

Meanwhile, I was trying to calm Victoria down. She was full blown hysterical. Something was seriously wrong to get her like this.

"Victoria, honey, calm down for me, ok? Is anyone there with you now? Exactly where are you?" I tried to sound calm and reassuring, even though I was dying inside.

"I'm locked in a room in the warehouse. There is gas everywhere. They said they were coming back to burn me alive. Please don't let Amy know how I died!" She begged. "Oh, God, I don't deserve to live with what I've done!" She sobbed.

Meanwhile, I was talking to the girls in my mind at the same time.

'Katie. I don't have time for the phones. Can you hook into Captain Jensen's mind?'

'I don't know him. I have no frame of reference to find him, sir," Katie replied.

'I know him!' Amy yelled. 'Katie, hook me in to him. Your connections are stronger. Daddy, you take care of Mommy. I will handle this.'

'I have to let you know what instructions to give him, Amy, ' I reminded her.

'If I need your help, I'll holler, ' she assured me.

Meanwhile, I had to calm Victoria down. I decided to try shock treatment.

"VICKIE! CALM DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME!"

Miraculously, it worked. She was quiet for a second, and then said calmly, with only a trace of hysteria in her voice, "Ok, talk to me."

"Sweetheart, I'm going to get the police there, just hang on."

"It's too late," she half sobbed. "I'm going to die!"

"Ok, so you're going to die. I don't want my last conversation with you to be this way. Tell me how much you love Amy. Tell me how much you love me. What do you want to do tonight? Tell me what you have always wanted to do that we haven't done yet. Talk to me, sweetheart." It worked! She began to calmly talk to me.

'Daddy! I have Captain Jensen. You can hear both of us, but he will not be able to hear you, ' Amy notified me.

'Captain Jensen, sir. This is Amy Phillips. This is an emergency. Victoria is in critical trouble. Please do not waste time asking me how I am talking to you. I am in contact with my Dad. Do I need to give you authorization codes, sir?'

'No, Amy. Tell me what you need.' Apparently, he remembered her.

'Ok, Amy, tell him... ‘I stopped and listened as I heard Amy begin to talk to Captain Jensen without even waiting for my instructions.

'Sir, I need you to scramble Angels 1 and Angels 2 immediately with full air-to-air capability. Twenty miles north and south of I heard her talk on the side to Katie. 'Katie, the airlines! Take down the air traffic control computers. Ground everything. All flights already in the air reroute to Los Angeles immediately! Send the reroute commands directly to their onboard computers. It's faster that way. We'll clean up the mess later. Get them out of there! Clear out at least 20 miles in all directions!' Then she continued with Captain Jensen. 'Scramble Extraction 1 and Support 1 immediately to that address. Be advised that there are massive explosive fumes and liquids in the area. Use only no flash weapons. Get Angels 3 up as soon as possible with a full load of air-to-surface missiles. Scramble Firebird 1 and Firebird 2 for close in support to the same location. Nothing except Victoria Phillips and your men come out of that warehouse alive, sir. As soon as she is out of the area, I want that warehouse to be a hole in the ground. You have less than five minutes to extract her.' I heard Katie give her an airlines report. 'As of now, Captain, you have total control of the skies over San Francisco. If anything approaches closer than 10 miles to that warehouse, shoot it down. You have authorization for all weapons short of nuclear. Do you need me to shut up so you can get all this done, sir?' I listened to her, stunned. How did she know all of this?

Captain Jensen chuckled. 'No, Amy, all those units except Angels 3 were already scrambled. When our tail on Victoria lost contact, we scrambled them as a precaution. Extraction 1 is less than two minutes from the building now. We will have her in a few minutes.'

As all this was going on, I was continuing to keep Victoria occupied. She was calm now, probably because she knew she was going to die.

"Victoria, the police will be there in five minutes or less. Can you hold out that long, sweetheart?" I was so scared for her.

"I'll try, Patrick. The fumes are getting really bad. They will be back any minute. Once they light this building, there will be no chance. I'm sorry, Patrick. I wanted to grow old with you. Oh, shit. Someone is here! Goodbye, sweetheart, I love you." I listened in shock as her cell phone went dead. There was just silence. I sat there stunned. My mind couldn't even grasp the concept of losing Victoria. I understood perfectly Amy's wail now when she knew Cindi was dead. "Oh god, Daddy, what am I going to do now?" Then I heard Captain Jensen.

'We have her, Amy. She is alive. She has some injuries, and I don't know what all they have done to her, but she will live. Tell your Dad.'

I don't know if he said anything else or not. Between Amy and Katie's screaming for joy in my head, and my own dizziness, I couldn't hear. Then he continued.

'Amy, the warehouse is gone. It's a spectacular fire. We are moving out of the area before the police show up. We killed ten of the enemy, and captured one alive. I thought that maybe Patrick might want to say hi to him. Where do you want him and Victoria?' I finally found my 'voice'.

'Amy, have him get Victoria here on the fastest jet he can get. I want a fully armed fighter escort for her jet. I want her here yesterday. Get that scumbag here on a different jet, fast, well guarded. I do indeed want to pay him my respects.'

Amy passed that on. Then I heard her final conversation with Captain Jensen.

'It was a pleasure talking to you again, sir. Please accept my apology for my behavior last time we talked. You are a good man, Paul.'

He laughed. 'I would be delighted to work with you anytime, sweetheart. You are a delightful young lady. Don't you think Paul is a little informal, though?' He teased her.

'Normally, yes, I would. But in this case, no, since I know who you really are.' Amy giggled.

There was a long silence.

'Let's just save that conversation for another time, shall we, young lady, ' he stated sternly.

'Yes, sir! Anything you say, sir!' I could picture Amy saluting to him. I heard him chuckle. I smiled. Smart-ass teenager genius. How I loved them!

By this time, Amy and Katie were walking in the door. They had arranged for Rebecca's mother to bring them home. They ran up to me and hugged me fiercely. I couldn't tell which one of them was crying, but my shirt was wet. Hell, it could have been me.

I don't know what Captain Jensen got for a plane, but Victoria arrived 70 minutes later at our house, in a fully equipped ambulance, with an entire medical crew taking care of her. We set them up in our bedroom. Victoria was unconscious. I went out to talk to the doctors.

"How is she?" I asked.

"Patrick Phillips, I assume? I am so delighted to finally meet you, sir. She will live. She has some relatively minor internal injuries, and a few bruises and scrapes. Two broken ribs. Some minor temporary lung problems from the fumes. I have her sedated right now to give her a chance to rest and heal. Frankly, sir, I am more concerned with her mental condition. She... well, sir, it seems she was used rather extensively... shall we say sexually?" I closed my eyes for a second. Amy was standing next to me. When I opened them again, I saw her face had turned white. Then I saw her eyes. Flat, devoid of expression, empty. She looked at my eyes, and nodded slightly. I'm sure mine looked the same. Amy turned to Captain Jensen.

"Where is our guest?" She asked sweetly. Captain Jensen led her into the room where he was being held, as I followed. She turned to me.

"Let me try interrogating him first, sir. Sometimes a pretty girl with a soft touch can get much farther than a man." I should have been suspicious, with the eyes and calling me sir. But I was worried about Victoria, disgusted with what they may have done, and frankly didn't really care what happened to him as long as I got the information I needed.

Amy walked towards the suspect, smiling sweetly. I wondered what a soft touch entailed. Then I found out. As she was looking at me, smiling and talking, she suddenly moved faster than I had ever seen anybody move. Faster than Victoria at the Fair. Before anyone could react, she reached out and took Captain Jensen's gun out of his holster. She nonchalantly pulled back the slide, cocked the hammer, and took off the safety all in one smooth motion. Without even looking at the man in the chair, looking at me and talking to me, she fired two shots almost simultaneously. I heard the prisoner scream, and he grabbed both of his knees. Before he could fall to the floor, she moved smoothly to his side. My little 108 lb Amy then picked him up out of the chair by the front of his shirt, held him about a foot off the ground, and slammed him against the wall, hard, holding him there. She held the gun under his chin and then she smiled sweetly at him again.

"You have ten seconds to start talking about what happened today. After that, I am going to turn you over to that man over there." She gestured at me. "He's not nice like I am. He's mean." She leaned forward and smiled encouragingly at him. "And I don't think he likes you very much," she whispered in his ear.

She was right. The soft touch from a pretty girl indeed worked very well. He started talking immediately. Amy dropped him to the floor and fired a shot into the wall, nicking his ear, and then looked at him, encouraging him to go on. He could hardly get the words out fast enough. We had names, addresses, locations of the main people responsible. He was even able to provide us with floor plan layouts and the number of guards. I left the room when he started to talk about what had happened with Victoria. I felt sick. I didn't want to know. The girls could fill me in on anything I needed to know. Then I saw Katie run out of the room, sobbing, face green, and heard her throwing up in the bathroom. I went in and held her head, stroking her hair, as she dissolved into a puddle of sobs.

While he was talking, Amy walked over to Captain Jensen and handed him his gun back. She smiled prettily and said thank you. He looked at the gun as if he thought it would bite him. He looked at her with unabashed admiration, and maybe a little fear.

Later, we all gathered in the living room. Everyone was introduced to each other. It seems the doctor was so glad to meet me because he worked for me. When I introduced Amy to Captain Jensen, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him an affectionate kiss. He didn't seem displeased.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Be careful, though, you could give an old man a heart attack." Her merry giggle lightened the mood considerably. "Kind of intimate for an old Captain you've never met before, though, isn't it?"

"For an old captain, yes. But not for you." She whispered the next word so that only he and I could hear. "Grandfather."

He looked at her in shock. Then he looked at me. I was just as shocked.

"Don't look at me! I didn't tell her!" I protested. Amy laughed at us. Between her and Katie, I didn't know which way was up anymore. I had a feeling these two cute little girls were much more than we ever suspected; I was almost afraid to find out what they could really do. Little did I know I would find out sooner than I thought. I also suspected they knew much more about what was going on than they let on.

I had a private conference with Captain Jensen about what support I would need. Well, as private as it could be. Amy and Katie just followed me into the room and refused to leave. I needed to have a talk with them. Me Dad, you bratty teenage daughter, I make decisions, you obey. Yeah. Right. I told him to order a fast jet for tomorrow morning to take me to San Francisco. Amy said to make sure it would carry two. It took me a few seconds to realize what she was saying.

"You are not going, young lady!" I was scared and mad.

"Cut the crap, Dad. You need me. I can take care of myself. And if I were you, I would also talk to Captain Jensen about how well calling me young lady works!"

"Amy. You are a 13-year-old girl. A very unusual one, but still. I am not taking you into a situation like this." When did I lose control over this little... whatever she was? That was unfair. She was Amy, my precious little daughter.

"Dad. Do you really think you can stop me? You can either enjoy my company on the trip there, or I will just have Katie ground your plane and I will beat you there and do it all myself." I looked at Katie; she looked guilty, then giggled and nodded her head. "But, tell you what. Let's make it fair. Hand to hand combat or target practice at a range. If you can beat me at either one, I won't go."

My way out. I tend to downplay my abilities. It is wise when you are supposed to be a medical professional. The truth is, I am one of the best in the world at both hand to hand combat and shooting a gun. There was no way little Amy could beat me at either one of those. Although her performance with the gun in the prisoner room was impressive. Katie interrupted in my mind before I could embarrass myself.

'It's a sucker bet, Daddy. Might as well let her go. If anyone could beat her, it would be you. But you will lose. It will be close, but you will lose.' I was offended.

'You don't know what I can do, Little One, ' I said. I tried to keep my hurt feelings out of my thoughts. She noticed it though, and smiled apologetically.

'I'm sorry, Daddy. Don't be offended. Actually, I know exactly what you can do, and exactly how good you are at it. But you don't know what she can do. I do. I have seen her in action. Trust me. Besides, you really do need her for this.'

'Do you know what it would do to Victoria and me if she gets hurt?' I pleaded my case.

'Do you know what it would do to Victoria, Amy, and me if you get killed?' She countered. 'You said you trusted me with your life. Trust me now. Let her go. Do you want me to completely destroy your ego and show you in your mind what she can do?'

'It would help if I knew I didn't have to worry about her being able to take care of herself."

Katie sighed. 'One of these days you are going to learn just to take my word. Remember, you asked for it.' I watched two 'videos' run through my mind.

'Katie, can I see that again? I can't have seen that right.' I was startled. No one could do that!

'You saw it right. Here you go again.' She snickered at me as I watched it again. 'Look any different this time? Sorry, Daddy, I shouldn't tease you. It was just as hard for me to see the first time. I didn't show you the really interesting one. You've had enough shocks for the day.'

'Ok. She can go. But we are going to sit down and have a long talk when I get back. I am going to get some answers or you two are going to have some really sore little butts!' I suddenly thought of something. 'Did Amy see what you just showed me?'

'Oooh! Do we get a vote as to which one? Answers or spankings?' She giggled. 'No, Dad. Amy knows nothing about what I just showed you. She has no memory of it. We should keep it that way. At least as long as we can. She deserves to be a normal little girl.' I turned back to Amy.

"Ok, Amy, Katie has convinced me that you are going." Amy smiled gratefully at Katie. I could see it in her eyes — thank you, I didn't want to have to hurt him. "But you get yourself killed and I will never talk to you again!"

We talked about exactly what was going to happen. Amy wanted to make sure I knew where she was coming from on this.

"Dad. As far as I am concerned, this is the same as someone messing with Mommy's babies. I am going in there to kill them. Period. If that is a problem with you, tell me now so we can work something out. We will not have time to discuss this when things start happening." I felt like crying. My poor little baby. I couldn't forget those 'videos' I had seen in my mind. And Katie said she didn't show me the worst one. What had they done to my little girl? When this was all over, that issue was going to be addressed too. Right now, I was glad she was the way she was — I was going to need her.

"Amy, we are on the same page. The only conflict we are going to have is who gets to kill more of them."

I was very cold and clinical about this. They had fucked with Victoria, maybe literally as well as figuratively. They would die. The best they could hope for was a quick death. Depending on what shape Victoria was in when she woke up, they might not get that.

I arranged with Captain Jensen for everything we would need on sight. We were going in hot and the only thing that would be left would be a smoking hole. He would take care of notifying the various authorities that something would be going down and to stay out of the way. He finally convinced me to let him have a support group nearby on standby in case we ran into trouble. I let him only because, as I remembered again those 'videos' in my mind, I knew we would never need them. This was personal; we would do it ourselves.

Just before we were ready to go to bed, Katie came in. She was disheveled and looked really bad. She looked like she had a bad headache. Both Amy and I went to her, and sat her down on the couch between us.

"Katie! What's wrong, Little One?" I was shocked at how she looked.

"I don't know. I have an awful headache. I have so much interference in my mind. I think someone or something is trying to contact me. I can't think." She sounded desperate. "I can't block them."

We hugged her. Amy tried to patch in with her to try to help block them, but it didn't help. I decided to try something to help. I had no idea what I was doing. I blanked my mind, then thought of Katie as hard as I could. I blocked everything else out. I felt her confusion, her pain, her distraction. Then I saw some orange tendrils flowing in from the side. When I focused on them, I heard static, confusion. I somehow knew this was what was causing her problem. I also somehow knew it was not trying to hurt her. It was as if the tendrils were lost, looking for the right place to go. But I had to stop it. I focused on it as hard as I could, then commanded "STOP" as 'loud' as I could. I could sense surprise; it was startled. Then, I swear, the tendrils formed into the shape of words. It spelled out "yes sir." This was too freaky for words. The tendrils turned a softer orange, and just swirled around, still in her mind, but not focusing anymore.

Katie visibly relaxed and started to look better immediately. Both Amy and Katie looked at me in amazement.

"It went away! What did you do?" They asked in unison. They both were staring at me.

"I don't know. Did it work?" I had no idea what I was doing, but Katie looked better.

"I think so. It's still there, but it's behaving. I feel I should know what this is, but I can't place it." Katie seemed truly puzzled. Then she bit her lower lip. I knew what that meant. Confession time.

"Daddy. I think we had better have that talk now, before you go. I have a really bad feeling about this. Something is wrong, terribly wrong. There is something I have missed, or that I am not seeing. It doesn't add up; it doesn't make sense. I cannot send you out there without you knowing everything I know." She turned to Amy, tears in her eyes.

"Amy, you know I love you more than I can tell you, don't you?" She seemed really concerned. Amy nodded. "Do you trust me, Amy? Really, really trust me?" Amy looked concerned, but nodded her head again. "I'm so sorry, Amy, but you cannot hear what I have to say to Patrick." Patrick, not Daddy. This was going to be serious. Especially to cut Amy out. "Please, Amy, please, don't be mad at me. Don't hate me. You know I don't keep secrets from you. But you can't know this. Not yet. Please?" She was crying now.

Amy is such a sweetheart. She will do anything, especially for Katie. I know it cost her dearly, being a genius and as curious as she is, but she smiled tenderly at Katie.

"It's ok. If you say it is necessary, I believe you. You've saved my life, Katie. At least I can give you this. Why don't I ever get to save someone's life? I seem to always be the one that needs saving!" She smiled teasingly. "As long as you are not pulling another scam on me, like when you blocked me from your mind while I was asleep when you were seducing my Daddy in the basement!" She smiled to show her she was not really mad. Katie blushed and gasped. I gulped. "You two think you are so smart, don't you? What really hurts is that you would think I would be fooled by such an amateur ploy." She laughed to show us she really wasn't offended.

"You knew?" Katie whispered. "Amy, I am so sorry!" Amy grinned at her. She always gets you back! Katie turned to me.

"In five minutes, an icon will appear on your computer desktop. It will remain there for one hour, and then will disappear forever. As soon as you open it, the icon will disappear forever. The file can only be opened once. Once it is opened, it will remain for one hour. Then it will disappear forever. It cannot be recovered. If anyone else but you tries to open it, it will disappear forever. If anyone is in the room with you when you open it, it will disappear forever. When you click on the icon, a password will appear in your mind. Type it in. That password will never work again. Do not type it in wrong. Are you getting the impression that I want only you to read this file?" She giggled. Then she turned serious again. "Please, Daddy, please, keep loving us after you read it. Please? Remember, we want nothing more than to be your little girls. Remember that Victoria loves you so much it hurts. We didn't ask for this. Remember, tell no one what you read. I shouldn't even be sharing this with you. I have no idea what ramifications this might have. But I am afraid of what is out there, and I can't let you go without knowing about all of us."

"Are you sure I don't need this information to be prepared too?" Amy asked. Katie smiled at her.

"Nice try, Amy. The last thing I am concerned about is you being prepared."

I kissed the two girls, and went into my office. It was exactly as Katie said it would be. I opened the file, and started to read.

Katie's File:

My name is Katie Thompson. I am 13 years old. I, like Amy and Victoria (Mommy) ran across this file while Patrick (Daddy) was unconscious. I did not write in it then, as I figured two was enough. Besides, they were being computer pigs! However, Daddy is out of town for a few days at a medical conference, so I have access to this now. No, they did not leave us here alone. We are staying at Rebecca's house, three doors down, but we have access to the house. Although I consider myself a good, moral and trustworthy person, I guess I must be a little lower in moral fiber than Amy and Victoria, because, unlike Amy and Victoria, I could not resist reading this file. And their additions. I did, however, tell Daddy that I had read it when I talked to him on the phone yesterday. He laughed and said he wondered who would find it and read it first. He had already seen the stuff Amy and Victoria had written. It seems that Victoria was planning to erase much of her writings, but she must have forgotten.

I have Daddy's permission to write this account of our family. It was necessary to get his permission because of some of the things that will be revealed here that pertain to all the members of my family (you don't know how good that feels to say — my family!). We had a big long fight about this. I think this story has to be written in case anything happens to us. Daddy thinks it is dangerous, and he also just hates to be the object of attention, as he will be in this story. He doesn't know what is in here until he reads it; he just knows enough to know he is not going to like it. We compromised; I am writing the story, but it will be password encrypted with a code that is unbreakable. The code to open that encryption is buried in the minds of Patrick, Amy and Victoria. They do not know it is there. I will explain as we go along how I can do that. The code will become available to their memory at any time that any one of them is the only surviving member left of our family. I have access to the code at all times, and can change it at will. That change will automatically update to everyone's mind. There are safeguards in my mind that will inactivate the current code, change it to another code, and transfer that code to Patrick's mind and erase it from my mind if a serious attempt that I can't handle is made to access it in my mind by anyone other than me. Patrick can also change the code, but he doesn't know that. Under certain conditions, this knowledge will become available to him. So, if you reading this file it means a) I am dead (that will really ruin my day!), b) I am captured and incommunicado, or c) I have released it or transferred it to Patrick's mind for some reason. I really hope it is c).

I guess I have your attention now! Let me begin again.

My name is Katie Marie Thompson. I am 13 years old. I am 5' nothing, 90 lbs, long blond hair, and eyes that used to be blue but now are blue with yellow flecks in them. Let me say right off the bat, as I am sure you are wondering; I do not know what Amy, Victoria, Patrick, Cindi, Becky or I am (or were, in Becky and Cindi's case). I do not think we are aliens (I hope not; I want to be human) but I do not know that for sure. I think we are, shall I say, governmentally manipulated humans. I have some reasons for believing that that I will share as I go along. I cannot prove that, however. I also want to reiterate that I am a normal 13-year-old kid. I am going to tell you many things here that will make it seem like I am much older, that I know what is going to happen, that I know why things happen. Some of that is true. But, I giggle like all teenagers, I panic when my Daddy is hurt. I cry every night in my bed because I miss my twin sister Becky. At least two nights a week, Amy crawls into bed with me and I hold her as she cries about missing Cindi. And I cry with her. Do you know what it does to you to watch and listen to someone who never cries, one of the toughest, strongest people you know, as they cry? I know Cindi had to die, but I still cry for her. I still wish she had not. I would still give up my life to bring her back. I am still a mixed up kid, even though part of me knows things no one else knows.

If you have read Patrick's file, you know most of my story. My lousy family life. My father raping me for six months when I was 11 years old. How he raped Becky. Her death in the fire. My guilt in deserting her and my responsibility for her death. Cindi's death. My connection mentally with Amy. My love for Patrick and our relationship. It is all there. Read it if you haven't already. It tells everything about me. Everything worth knowing. Which isn't much. I wish I were as interesting as Amy is or Cindi was.

If I could be anyone in the world, I would want to be Amy. I envy her. She is my hero, along with Patrick. Patrick because he saved my life. He doesn't realize that. He is so clueless sometimes! Victoria knows. Amy is the smartest person I know. She was correct in what she wrote — Cindi was smarter, although at the level both of them are / were it is a moot point. Amy is able to use that intelligence better than anyone I know, except possibly Patrick. She is beautiful. She can do anything. She is sweet. But the real reason I envy her is that she is the only person in our family that has led a somewhat normal life. Cindi is dead. I would not wish on my worst enemy the life that Victoria and I have led. Well, maybe on those that killed Cindi. They have no idea the mistake they made there. They will. If they had just left her alone, we might all be dead now and they would be safe. I'm so glad they are ignorant fools. Patrick's life has been better than Victoria's or mine, but still not wonderful. Amy is so lucky.

I guess I should explain how I know all of this. All of us kids have a power that is special and peculiar to them. Mine (and Becky's) is /was the power of the mind. I think there were two of those in case something happened to one of us. Or maybe because we were identical twins. So identical powers. Get it? Sorry. I am a tutor at school and I am used to explaining things to those boobs. I lied when I told Patrick I did not know how I inserted myself into Amy's mind to replace Cindi. I know exactly how I did it. The tricky part was to find who could replace Becky in my mind. It appears that could only be Amy. I had no problems inserting the codes for this file in each of their minds. I know more about this family than anyone else does. That is because their minds are open to me. I am a mind reader. Before you decide that is neat, know that I only recently have learned how to somewhat decide when and with whom I want to do it. I have also learned to a certain extent to ignore it to keep myself from going crazy, but that control is tenuous at best. If this discourse seems somewhat disjointed, that is likely the reason. It is sometimes hard to concentrate with the constant interruptions. I am getting better, however. I am the only person, besides Captain Jensen, that knows what Patrick really does. Even his enemies are in for a rude surprise; they don't know the half of it. I will explain later. I can also patch into and manipulate computers. I can to a limited extent implant things into minds. I cannot force things they would not have there.

Cindi's ability was to heal, and to manipulate events. Cindi might have been able to change the outcome of that car accident had it been anybody else that was in it. She could never change events that directly affected only her. That is why our enemies had to kill her. Unbeknownst to the other members of the family, except me, including herself, Cindi had already saved us several times. The act of manipulating events erases the memory of the old event from everyone's mind. Except... yep, you guessed it... mine. Lucky me. NOT! Little did anyone know that Cindi's death, as sad as it was, had to happen and started a chain of events that are very necessary and cannot be stopped. If Cindi didn't die, our family wouldn't continue to live. I think that at some level she knew that. She didn't know how or when, but she knew it would happen. I don't know how her death saves us, but I know it will. Don't ask me how I know this. I don't know. I know without a doubt that it is true, however. I think we will know it when it happens. I suspected that Cindi had some of Amy's abilities in a lighter dose, but I never saw any proof of that.

Amy's ability is physical ability. Her control of her body and ability to use it is unbelievable. I have seen the replay in Patrick's mind of Victoria's actions at the Fair. I know what she can do. It is truly an experience to see Victoria and Amy spar and watch Amy kick Victoria's ass 10 out of 10 times without even breaking a sweat. Victoria finally fully understood on the day that Amy did it blindfolded. To her credit, Victoria laughed and thought it was neat. Then she was really, really nice to Amy the rest of the day! I have seen Amy blindfolded, spun around until she is dizzy, then watched her put a bullet in the center of six different targets spread around the room in 3.5 seconds. While still blindfolded. With either hand. She has no problems fighting hand to hand and shooting at the same time. I doubt there is anything she cannot do. Do not fuck with that girl (figuratively, not literally! With her body control, I'm sure she will be really fun literally!). You will be dead before you realize you are in trouble. You might say it might be different if it was real combat. I once watched them give Victoria a mind control drug and then ordered her to kill Amy. She had no idea what she was doing. Amy had no idea what was going on. It made no difference. Amy still kicked Victoria's butt. What kind of low life makes a mother try to kill her own daughter just to see what would happen? We never saw the doctor running that experiment, and the one with the ten armed men, again. I think the handlers realized how stupid that was too. All of us have special duties. Some of us don't realize what we are to do yet. Amy has known her reason for existence since she was a little girl. It is to protect her Daddy, Patrick. Ever seen a small thermonuclear explosion on TV? That is almost as bad as what you will see if anyone ever tries to harm Patrick when Amy is around. I saw it once, at the camp. They gave her a mind-controlling drug, put her, unarmed, in a room with ten armed men, and convinced her that Patrick was there and in danger of being killed. It was the most terrible thing I have ever seen. In three minutes, she was the only one left standing in that room. The men had guns, and they used them. They could not hit her. She dodged their bullets. Yes, dodged them! She had one small bullet crease on her arm because four of them fired at her at once from different directions and she just couldn't avoid all of them. Only two of the men survived. Afterwards, she found me, took my hand, and led me to the cafeteria to eat lunch, as if nothing happened. She scared the hell out of our handlers at the camp that day. They never again tested Amy on anything physical. They had seen as much as they ever wanted to see. She didn't fool me, however. I held her, cuddled her, whispered to her for the next four nights, trying to undo what those assholes had done to her, as she sobbed her little heart out all night long for what she did to those men. She is so sweet and they made her into a killing machine. There are times when it is a good thing that they wipe our memories when we leave camp. I fervently wish I did not have that memory anymore.

Victoria and Patrick's special talents, if they have them, have not manifested themselves yet. Since they have the same lineage as I do, I think they will. Patrick's power may be a lesser combination of all our powers, plus the power of command. I think command will be his main power. Victoria's power, at least one of them, seems to be similar to Amy's only a little less. Therefore, I think she should have some other powers. Especially after all the power that was slamming around the room when Patrick was brought out of his coma. There are already some effects of that release of power that are showing up in some of us, although we are not all aware of it just yet. This is partially my fault, if fault is the right word. I was not supposed to enter into the power stream. Actually, I didn't know I could do that. But it appeared Amy was having trouble and Patrick had to be saved.

Your first question will be: how do I know all this stuff? I have seen it during our periodic visits to "the camps." If each of us, except Patrick and me, were to examine their memories carefully, they would find gaps in them periodically where they have no memory. These are the camp visits. Their memory of them is wiped out before they are brought back home. That wipe does not work on me. I don't think the people who run the camps know that. I think they have no idea of my access to all this data. My mind cannot be wiped — I cannot forget anything. Don't ever think that is not a curse! If I could have any wish granted in the world, other than to be Amy, it would be to be able to forget or change my past life. The only exception to this memory wipe for the others is some memory of Amy's. For some reason she remembers one of the sparring episodes with Victoria. Not the blindfolded one. Victoria does not remember them. Amy has some idea what she can do physically, but she has no idea to what extent. Often, our powers only reveal themselves when needed. Cindi had no idea how to cure Amy until it was needed. Amy had no idea she could take out those kids at school until it happened. I had no idea I could add my power stream to Amy's. I didn't even know I had a power stream. I have no idea who the people at the camps are. Is this making any sense? I have been especially distracted lately. It is almost as if something, or someone, is trying to contact me.

Victoria has already stated in her write up what she does. She has no idea that some of the trips she takes are not to where she thinks they are. They are to the camps. The job she does for the government is not part of the plan of the camp people, but they have not interfered with it. They cannot change her need to do it without seriously damaging her. She also understates the danger of what she does. She is uniquely suited to do what she does. I will not state here why she does what she does. It is an intensely personal reason that has to come from her. I have been to that part of her mind once. That is enough. I will never go back there again if I have a choice. I was afraid I would not survive. How she deals with that is beyond me. Somehow, her relationship with Patrick has helped her deal with it; wall it off into a black area. It occasionally breaks out, when someone tries to hurt her babies. She actually was rather controlled at the Fair. Let's just say if you have her, Amy and Patrick together, you don't need an army. All those guys would just get in the way. Do you get the idea I just adore Amy? Giggle!

Patrick is unique. He is the only one that does not go to the camps, at least since he was a little boy. They are not pleased with him. They cannot do anything with him. He only survives because of the necessity of his breeding stock for the lineage. They have made a huge mistake in leaving him alive. Now they cannot kill him. Would you want to try that with Amy around? They know what she is capable of; they dare not incur her wrath.

Patrick belongs to an international organization known simply as "24". He refers to it in his mind more often as 'two- four'. Actually, he is the founder and leader of the organization. It is a conglomerate of ex-intelligence, ex-law enforcement, and ex-military personnel. It is the most elite private investigation firm in existence today, if PI is the right term. Although most law enforcement firms, intelligence organizations, and military leaders have heard of "24", they know little about it. They have the full cooperation of all governments. It wouldn't matter if they didn't, as most of the time, they don't involve the governments anyway, but act at a much lower level. There is nothing that Patrick could request that he would not have immediately. Having the cooperation of the governments only makes it easier to clean up later. "24" is the most nonpolitical, incorruptible entity in existence. They only accept jobs that help people or organizations that are in trouble. That and anything that protects Patrick's loved ones. They only work for good. Patrick will not let them do anything else. No job is too little or too big if it will help a person or organization that is being taken advantage of or unfairly hurt. Although most everyone that has dealings with "24" knows that Patrick is associated with it, I don't believe anyone knows his true involvement in it. The organization grew out of a disastrous experience Patrick had as a young teen with a young girl named Julie that he was extremely close to. It was not a sexual relationship of any kind; she was only six years old. Her life ended one day very badly. He swore that no one would ever hurt one of his loved ones again if he could help it. Once he was old enough, he set up "24" to accomplish that purpose. In some way that I don't understand, Victoria was also impacted by that same situation, even though Patrick and Victoria did not know each other then. I strongly suspect the memory of that experience resides in that black area of her brain. It is responsible for her response when someone tries to mess with her babies. Somehow, the experience of the young girl is connected with her relationship with the older man that taught her about love and saved her life when she was in her early teens. Patrick stepped away from "24" a number of years ago after an operation that somehow went wrong and resulted in the death of his high school sweetheart. After he personally killed everyone that caused her death, he left the business. He felt he did not like what he had become, that he wanted to save lives, not take them. The organization stipulated that he was able to assume command anytime on a moment's notice. He occasionally used their organization, like when he arranged Victoria's flight home when Amy was sick.

As I stated earlier, I have no idea who the camp people are. Our association with them has always been as teacher and student. I would assume since they periodically bring us to the camps that they still have some plans for us. It should be interesting to see how that will change if Patrick reads this and finds out that some of the cheerleader camps his girls went to were not that at all.

I guess it is obvious here that some of what I have told my new family was not exactly true. Like not knowing them until I moved to town last year. I have known them most of my life. From the camps. They just don't remember me. Although Amy and Cindi might have had some indistinct memories — that would explain why they were always rather distant with me. Like pretending I didn't know how I saved Amy. Most everything else is true. I am Patrick and Victoria's sister. My twin sister, Becky, did die in a fire. All of that is true.

There is a big fight coming. I don't know with whom. Someone killed Cindi, and tried to kill Amy and Victoria. Patrick has stepped on their toes big time in protecting his family. I almost hope they go after him. That will end it really quickly when they run into Amy. I think that is going to happen anyway. Several pieces of this whole puzzle just don't make sense to me, though. I can't put my finger on it. I wonder why they have never gone after me. Surely, they must know about me. Surely, someone must know how much of this I have figured out. Why do they think they don't have to worry about me?

I wish I knew who is trying to contact me. Their color is orange. It is getting increasingly annoying and distracting. It is distorted somehow. I hope the enemy doesn't have others like us. I really don't want to see two Amy's fight.

Our family is driven by love. That is the source of all our power. That is why we seem to be normal people until something or someone threatens someone we love. That, and self-defense, activates everything. Amy could not walk into a bar and start a fight. It wouldn't work. She would get her butt kicked. If someone attacks her, or even insults someone she loves, such as the kids at school making disparaging remarks about Cindi, their world can change very quickly. She controls it pretty well though. We have discovered we each have an aura connected with us. It is often connected with eye color. I am yellow — that was not connected with my eye color, but my eyes are changing to that color. Amy is bright, deep green. Cindi was bright, deep blue. Both of those match the eye color. Becky died before we started exhibiting auras, so we don't know what hers would have been. Patrick and Victoria have not exhibited an aura yet, but both their eye colors are the same as Amy's, bright, deep green.

Our family has some unusual ideas about love and sex. It is difficult to form a relationship with someone that does not know or understand what you are or what you can do. Keeping a huge secret like that from your partner can really affect a relationship. Somehow, Patrick and Victoria have managed with their secrets, maybe because it is the same secret. We tend to form our relationships within our own family and fellow manipulated beings. It seems that is our own brothers and sisters, parents and children. Incest means nothing to us. It is as if we are a different species with a very small gene pool to pick from. That may be why Amy and Cindi had so much power — Patrick and Victoria being twin brother and sister, they got a double dose of the genes that control these powers. There are no feelings of taboo with any of us. Well, maybe Patrick, but that is more concern about causing harm, not a taboo per se. I feel like I am really rambling here. I just cannot concentrate well with all the interference in my mind.

I am writing this so that someday someone will know what they have done to us. Amy, Cindi, myself, Becky, we are / were just kids, damn it! Amy should be enjoying herself, learning about life and love from boys, going to dances. She shouldn't be a well-polished killing machine. She is the sweetest person you would ever want to meet, yet she has to live with the guilt of killing people. No one should have to live through what has been done to Victoria. I have never experienced so much pain, sadness and suffering in one person. She shouldn't have to live with the guilt of what she has done to survive. It is not fair! This must never happen again. I will update this account as we come across more information as to who is responsible for all this.

I hope I am still alive if you are reading this. I wanted to die so badly after Becky died. I even tried to kill myself. But after I have met Amy, Victoria, Patrick I want to live. I hope I'm not dead. If you are reading this, Patrick, please don't think your little girls are monsters. If you could see into Amy's mind as I can, you would see how wonderful she is. Of course, I see how you look at her, so you already know. Who wouldn't love her? Please keep loving us. We love you, and always will.

Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I finished reading the file. It only made me love my girls more. They really were special. I walked out into the room where Amy and Katie were waiting for me. They both had nervous looks on their faces. They looked so pretty, so vulnerable, so helpless standing there, afraid I would condemn them. They just looked like scared little girls. There must be some mistake. That pretty little girl called Amy that I saw standing in front of me, biting her lower lip, could not be the same girl I saw in the 'video'. But I knew it was. My heart just melted. I still had tears on my face. I hugged and kissed both of them. Then I took them by the hand and led them into the bedroom where we were staying.

635 Wharf Street

, at 10,000 feet.'

ady said. If there are contradictions, I'm right and he's wrong. Giggle! Has he told you I'm a genius? Giggle! I have other talents too. Some of which he doesn't know about yet. He hates it when I say that; he envisions awful teenager things that he would just as soon not think about. So I would say it even if it weren't true, just to drive him crazy. Giggle! Actually, my twin sister Cindi, who was killed in a car accident two months ago (sad face), was smarter than I am. No one knew that except her and me. She tried her best to hide it. She would do anything to make people happy. One time I noticed she missed questions on an exam that I knew she knew the answer to. She told me later, after much probing, that she did it so I could stay number one in class ranking. She knew how important it was to me. She never wanted people, even Mom and Dad, to know how smart she was. Sometimes she would deliberately do dumb things just to hide it. I miss her so much! Katie, my best friend now, helps a lot, but I still really miss Cindi. Katie's a lot like Cindi, even looks like her, so that helps a lot. I think that really hurts Daddy sometimes when he looks at her. Mom and Dad are talking about adopting Katie. That would be so neat!

My Dad and Mom are just the greatest parents in the world. All my friends are in love with my Daddy (so am I! Giggle!), and have adopted Mom as their Mom away from home. Mom is not around much — she travels a lot. She's a computer troubleshooter; just ask her, that's what she'll tell you. Dad and I know better. She thought she was pulling the wool over Dad's eyes for a long time, but he wasn't as fooled as she thinks he was. He's pretty smart. He has his own secrets too. I haven't figured it all out yet, but I think it's pretty much the same as Mom's secret. I think the whole thing is hilarious. Here all these years they've been keeping these big secrets from each other and eventually they're going to find out it's essentially the same secret! Parents! What's wrong with just telling each other? And me! I'm going to find it out anyway — I always figure these things out myself. Did I tell you I'm a genius?

I've been worried about Daddy for a while. I don't think he's ever dealt with Cindi's death. Not that I'm doing so well, but at least I have had a good cry (several of them actually — poor Daddy). I think he's just transferred those feelings for Cindi to Katie. I knew that one of these days this was all going to come around and bite him. I think it finally did Sunday.

I guess I should tell you something important about me. I hope Daddy doesn't mind me telling this, but I doubt he has in mind just anyone reading this. You see, Cindi and I, and now Katie, have always had this special thing. We could read emotions really well. I always knew how she was feeling, and she always knew how I was feeling. We could do it with our parents also. We can also tell where the other one is, no matter how far away. The location thing works with Mom and Dad also but not as well. We could just feel it in our minds. They think we could just do the emotion thing with them sometimes; we've never told them how well we could do it with them. We didn't want to freak them out. It gets somewhat interesting sometimes when they are... um... fooling around. Those emotions can be pretty overwhelming for a 13-year-old girl! Maybe one of these days I'll gross Daddy out by letting him know how... excited... Cindi and I would get sometimes! Giggle! Course, maybe it wouldn't gross him out. Maybe I won't think about that. I don't know how I'd feel about that (yes I do, I just don't want to think about it! Giggle!). Not that we knew what it all meant. We used to sneak over to the door of their bedroom and watch. Why not? If we're going to feel the emotions, we might as well watch! Dad caught Katie and me the other day, but he didn't tell Mom. He is so cool! What would really make them freak out is if they knew that I'm getting better at this. Sometimes I swear I can read their minds. I know what they are thinking before they say it. I try to control that. The way Daddy looks at Katie sometimes, I do not think I want to know what he is thinking! Giggle!

Anyway, where I was going with this is that Daddy has never dealt with Cindi's death. I can see the pain in his eyes sometimes, even often, and I can read in his emotions that he still hurts. I think that's what's going on now. His mind is so mixed up and confused, I can hardly make sense out of his emotions. I can feel tremendous guilt, and I know that somehow it seems to be connected with Cindi and me. I don't know why. Cindi's death was an accident. How could that be his fault? I don't know what he has to feel guilty about with me. Somehow, Mom is involved in his concerns too. That one has to do with fear. Is he afraid she's in danger? Surely, he can't be afraid she would leave him, no matter what the problem is. That would never happen. Even with my reading him, I have no answers.

Whatever happened to him started Saturday night when we were at my grandparent's house for the birthday celebrations. Up to that time, he was fine. I noticed all of a sudden that he was upset about something. I teased him about dropping his wineglass and asked him why he was upset. Boy, did he take my head off! He has never talked to me like that before. I would've been really mad and hurt if I hadn't been able to feel that he was really hurting. The next day he was even worse. He yelled at me again, but I was determined not to let it get to me. Then he yelled at Katie! That really got Mom worried. Daddy would never be mean to Katie. We decided to give them our presents to try to cheer him up and then he had to take a phone call. He said it wasn't important, but he was lying. Then he just got really upset when I gave him Cindi's present. Maybe I shouldn't have done that, but I know she wanted him to have it. She spent a lot of time getting it just right. He went into the office, and that's when the emotions coming out of his mind got really scary. About then is when he collapsed. Mom and I got him to the bed. When he still hadn't responded by the next day, Mom got worried.

"Amy, I think we should call a doctor. I don't like this," she said. I didn't think it was a good idea to call just a regular doctor. I don't know what Dad's secret is, but if it's like Mom's, as I suspect, he would not want to see just a regular doctor.

"Mom, I'll take care of that. You stay here with him. I think he would want you to be close to him." That wasn't much of a risk; I knew she didn't want to leave him anyway. She and Katie could tend to him while I could figure something out. As I left the room, I picked up a fountain pen that was in his shirt. Nobody paid any attention to me.

I had noticed something odd about that pen. He had only been carrying it the last few weeks. Suddenly it appeared along with his favorite one. And it looked different. On a hunch, I picked it up, went into the other room, and started playing with it. It didn't take me long to figure out this was not just a fountain pen. It did some other things too. It seemed to be a cell phone of some kind. I punched speed dial one and it vibrated in my hand. Ok, that was Daddy's number. I managed to get into an address book of some kind. The entries seemed to be coded, but it didn't take me long to find one that looked like my number. I set my cell phone on vibrate, and then hit that speed dial number. Yep, my phone went off. Ok. I could tell then that Dad was number one, Mom was number three, I was number four, and Katie was number five. So, who was number two? He started carrying this after Cindi died, so it couldn't be her. So, if Dad was number one, and he was out of commission, and I needed to get him a doctor, who else better to go to than whoever was number two? Did I tell you I was a genius? Giggle! Here goes nothing. I dialed number two. I hope I was doing the right thing. I heard the phone being answered.

"Yes?" a soft-spoken polite female voice spoke.

"Please don't hang up. My name is Amy Phillips..."

"Please hold on," she interrupted. I heard a series of clicks, and then a male voice answered.

"This is Captain Jensen. How may I help you?"

"Please," I repeated, "don't hang up. I found this number and my Dad needs help." I was getting a little flustered now and didn't give them all the information I should have.

"How did you get this number, young lady?" He asked firmly.

"I found it listed in a fountain pen phone like thingy that my Dad had. He's unconscious and needs a doctor."

"How did you figure out how to use it, and why did you dial this number, young lady?" I wish he would quit calling me that!

"It was pretty easy to figure out, and I figured out all the other numbers, and since he was number one, I figured out I wanted to talk to the number two guy. That's you. And don't you dare call me young lady again! And how come you've never asked me who my Dad is?" I was beginning to wonder about this guy.

He chuckled softly. "You must be Amy. I don't have to ask who your Dad is. The fact that you dialed this number means he could only be one person. Patrick told me you were very smart. So far, you're doing fine. We have a problem, though. An authorization code is normally used. Since I have never talked to you before, I don't know your voice. I'm not sure if you are who you really say you are.

"Fine. If you insist on going by the book, the authorization code is Alpha Tango seven three four six X-ray. I believe you now would repeat that back to me. However, let's cut the crap and I'll tell you that your authorization code is Delta four seven three Charley. Can we get on with the business of getting help for my Dad now?"

There was a long silence.

"How do you know those codes, young... er, Amy?" He sounded surprised.

"I don't know. I've never heard them before. I just knew them now. I guess they're right, huh?" I felt a little sorry for him. He didn't know how to deal with a smart-ass 13-year-old genius. I wondered if it would make him feel better that I don't know how to deal with me most of the time either!

"Are you at home right now? Maybe I should speak to Victoria." He still was not comfortable dealing with a teenager. I felt a little better that he knew Mom's name.

"I wouldn't suggest that. Mom doesn't know anything about this part of Dad's life. I don't think Dad wants her too, either. She probably won't believe you."

"And what do you know about 'this part of your Dad's life', Amy?" He asked.

"I know enough to figure out this isn't a normal pen. I know enough to figure out how to use it. I know enough to not call a regular doctor. I know enough to figure out you're the one to call and how to do it. I'm afraid you are stuck with the teenage smart-ass kid. Sorry."

For the first time, he laughed. "You are amazing, Amy. No wonder your father is so proud of you. There will be a doctor there in 15 minutes. And Amy... forget all about this number and conversation."

"Darn. I sure wish I could get this stupid number to work. All I get is a busy signal!" I giggled.

He laughed and hung up. I had done what I could. I hoped Captain Jensen was one of the good guys. Now it was time to go back and see if I could help Daddy.

Victoria:

My name is Victoria Phillips. Patrick Phillips is my husband of 15 years. Like Amy, I haven't read what Patrick has written. Amy and I have also agreed not to read what each one of us has written. At least, that is the plan. I wouldn't put it past Amy to sneak in and read what I wrote later. She is trustworthy, just too curious for her own good sometimes. So, Amy, if you're reading this, I love you honey, and you're a brat! <I am not! Oops!>

Amy:

The doctor arrived right on time. He was an older gentleman and seemed to know my Dad, and his history, very well. After checking him out, he ran some kind of portable scanning device over his head. I have never seen one of those on TV. He compared it to some scan tracings he brought with him. Previous brain scans? Daddy, what do you do for a living, really? Later, he sat down with Mom and me to talk to us about Dad. He wouldn't let Katie sit in because she is not listed officially as a member of the family. Wow! Was she mad! I have never seen Katie that mad before. Remind me never to get her mad at me! The doctor said that as far as he could tell, Dad had suffered multiple emotional, traumatic events very close together and he had just emotionally shut down. He would probably just stay that way until his brain sorted them out and figured out how to deal with them. That is what scares me. His brain is so messed up right now, emotionally, that I wasn't sure how that was going to happen. He didn't seem to be working on it right now. I tried to act cool about what he said, to keep from scaring Mom, but I'm not a good actor and Mom is pretty smart. I'm so glad Katie was not in there. Now we have to calm down and then figure out something to tell her. Right. Like she hasn't already read our emotions. I think I'm learning what Daddy has known for a little while now — trying to lie to someone who reads your emotions is pretty useless. Rats! It's not much fun being on the receiving end of problems with this reading stuff!

I asked Mom to go talk to Katie. I told her Katie would be able to read my face too well. I just wanted her out of the room. I decided to try something I swore I would never do; try to read my Daddy's mind without him being able to tell I was doing it. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what was there, but if I could help him, I would take his pain. I will write more later.

Well, that was a big waste of time. I'm not very good at this mind-reading stuff anyway, at least not yet. His mind was so jumbled up and confused, I couldn't tell much more than I already knew from the emotions. For some reason he is overcome with guilt about Cindi and me. Why Cindi? It was a car accident... wasn't it? Could Cindi's accident have been not an accident? Why would the police not know that? Wait — the phone call Sunday! That voice could have been Chief Haskin! I know Daddy was lying when he said it wasn't important. But why would Daddy feel responsible / guilty? Ah, because of his big secret. Maybe he felt he should have /could have protected us. He did say he had people following us. He thinks he is so smart with that 'make Amy mad so she will stop asking questions and go away' act. Like I can't see through that! Ok, let's assume that is it with Cindi. God, I hope I'm wrong! That will really tear Mom and Dad up. Not to mention the bloodbath that is going to follow if I know them the way I do. They had better not even try to keep me out of it. That was my Cindi! Ok, calm down. This is still just speculation. Ok, so we go with that for now. Then why would he feel guilty about me. What has happened with me? Oh, shit! Oops! Daddy thinks I don't know or say those words. I meant shucky durn golly gee willikers! My illness? Surely not! Can't think of anything else. Now where does Mom fit in? It doesn't feel like he is scared for Mom's life. More like just scared for them. Why? She's crazy about him, and he about her. I can't even think of anything that could break them apart. When did all this start? Saturday night when we were looking at the pictures of Mom. And he's scared about Mom. I first noticed he was upset when he dropped his wineglass. He dropped his wineglass when looking at the pictures. Which picture? Let's see... The original picture of Mom and her... brother??? Same birthday? Holy shit! And I ain't apologizing this time! That's not possible! Is it? Oh, man, if that's it, I have GOT to be there when he tells Mom to see the look on her face! That would be priceless. But... surely he doesn't think that after 17 years Mom would leave him just due to a little thing like she is married to her... twin... brother? She wouldn't. Even if she would, she'd have to deal with me first! But he may not realize that in his state of mind. I really like being a genius, but I really hope I'm wrong on this. God, Cindi... I know dead is dead, but man, I hope you didn't go like that. If Dad thinks Mom goes crazy when someone hurts her babies, he ain't seen what a smart-ass 13 year old genius who just happens to be able to kick her Mom's ass in a fight (he doesn't know about that yet; and we have seen what she can do!) is going to do about someone murdering her twin sister! Wonderful. The genius figures it out — maybe. So, how does that help Daddy? I'm going to bed. I wish Cindi were here. She figured out how to save me when I was dying. I'm sure she would have been able to help Daddy.

No change in Daddy's condition today. I'm really getting worried. I love you Daddy, please don't leave me! I have to go — I have to go cry, and everyone knows Amy does not cry, so I got to go hide. Oh, God, Mommy and me and Katie can't survive without Daddy!

I'm back. Mom is becoming a basket case. I actually saw her cry this morning. Mom never cries. I have to find a way to help her and Daddy. I had the weirdest dream last night. It was very clear and realistic. Daddy and Cindi were there. Daddy was in the same condition he's in now. Cindi gave me very detailed instructions on how to wake him up. I just wish it were that simple. The instructions were rather embarrassing. Especially with your Daddy! Giggle! Not that I have not thought about that! Giggle! Cindi said something really weird in the dream. She said, "All you had to do is ask." What does that mean? Oh well; it's just a dream, right?

Ok, something weird is going on here. I had the same dream again last night. About Daddy and Cindi and how to wake him up. It was so realistic. At one point in the dream, Cindi and I were cuddled up on the bed together, naked. How embarrassing! I mean, it's not as if Cindi and I were never cuddled together naked. Sometimes when Mom and Dad would get us so... um... you know. I mean, it's not like Cindi and I ever actually did anything together. I mean, we just couldn't. It would be too much like doing it with yourself, you know? But... well, sometimes we would... um... do ourselves... you know what I mean... right next to each other. It was better that way. But not with our Daddy and Mommy watching and naked too like in the dream, for heavens sake! I just have this really strong feeling that this is the way to help Daddy. But how can Cindi be showing me this? She's, like, dead, you know? I know she could do things we didn't know about. Could she have planted this in my brain for use sometime when I needed it?

Ok, three nights in a row, more real each time. I've got to talk to Mom about this. Oh, God, this is way too weird! I am really uncomfortable with this. But if it will help Daddy...

I slowly woke up, feeling disoriented. I was having a wonderful dream, about Victoria, Cindi, Amy, and Katie, all wrapped together in wonderful love. I wondered if my heart could take it! I realized, as I came more awake, that I was indeed wrapped up in love, having just had an orgasm. I sighed, then opened my eyes and found myself cuddled up to Victoria. Heavenly! Then I realized that Amy was cuddled up to my other side, smiling at me. Naked. Oh no! Please! Not Amy!

"Amy, I'm sorry! I am so sorry!" Amy put her finger across my lips.

"Shh Daddy, it's ok. It was necessary. It's ok," she reassured me.

"Did I... did we... ?" I asked, panic-stricken.

"No, Daddy, we didn't," She assured me. Then she gave me a teasing 'Amy' grin. "Not yet!" She whispered. "But the night is still young!" Victoria, Amy and Katie all laughed at me as I blushed.

"I love you all," I whispered. Then I remembered everything that had happened before I blacked out. Oh, God! I couldn't help it. I started crying.

They all looked at me, concerned, and cuddled up to me, holding me close. I couldn't help it. I sobbed brokenly against them for what seemed like hours. All the pain, the sadness, the sorrow that I had never dealt with after the death of Cindi; it all came pouring out. I couldn't stop it. Amy held me, whispering in my ear "I know, Daddy. I know. Let it go Daddy. I understand. I love you. Always. Remember. No matter what. I love you."

"Oh, Amy, I only wish that would be true! You have no idea what I have to tell you, my precious little girl." I sobbed. She just held me.

"Victoria, I love you so much! I'm going to miss you so much, I don't know if I can stand it!" I cried.

"Patrick, my love, why would you miss me? I am not going anywhere, now or ever. I love you, now and forever!"

"I only wish that were true, my love. The things I must tell you. You will hate me!" My heart was breaking.

"Mom. Katie. Can you give me a few minutes alone with Daddy? Please. Trust me." Amy looked at them, her eyes begging them.

After they left the room, Amy looked at me, smiling gently.

"Ok, Dad, what is so awful that we will stop loving you? Do you really think that would ever happen?" She smiled encouragingly.

"Oh, Amy, you have no idea." I had no idea how or where to begin. She sensed my confusion.

"Ok, Dad, you are upset and confused. Let me help you. I will tell you. First, Captain Jensen sends his regards. You are going to have to deal with him soon. I think he is rather... upset about a conversation I had with him. I'm afraid I didn't follow protocol." She giggled as she held up her hand to stop me. "Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. Mom knows nothing. Ok, let's see what is so terrible. First, Cindi's accident was no accident. She was murdered. I am sure you will tell me how. My illness was not an accident. That was attempted murder. You feel responsible for not stopping either one. Daddy, I know this is going to destroy your image of me, but that is bullshit!" She smiled at my shock at her use of a bad word. "Yeah, I just learned that word ten minutes ago. I don't know what it means, but maybe you can explain it to me!" She smiled as I laughed at her. "Both of those incidents happened before you activated your protection of us, Alpha Tango seven three four six X-ray, so why would you be responsible?" She smiled at my shocked look. "Yeah, that was about Captain Jensen's reaction too. I think he wants to talk to you about that. Don't ask me how I know that — I have no idea. I needed to know it, so I did. Don't bother to change it; I know I will not recall it after today. Did you know Mom feels just as guilty as you do about Cindi's death — that she should have protected her? She feels that even though she doesn't know yet it wasn't an accident. You're going to have to help her through that. Bear in mind you're going to have to figure out an explanation for your guilt for her; how a hospital employee should have been able to protect his daughter. Not saying you shouldn't tell her; you need to get this stupid guilt out of your system. Ok, now the biggie. Do you really think Mom is going to stop loving you or divorce you just because you tell her she's married to her own twin brother? Something neither of you knew, nor anybody outside this room has to ever know? Does it change your love for each other? I know it doesn't mean anything to me. I am, however, really looking forward to seeing the look on her face when you tell her!" She giggled. "So, Daddy, how am I doing so far?" She smiled at my stunned look. "I thought I had it about right. Daddy," she said seriously, "despite my trying to cheer you up, I am very upset about Cindi. You are going to have to move fast if you plan to kill the people responsible for that before Mom or myself, or even Katie gets to them first. Don't even think about excluding us from what you're going to do. We're a family, albeit a rather strange one, and they have messed with my — our - family. Heads will roll."

"Amy," I whispered in shock, "how do you know all this? How can you know?"

"Hey," she said with a cheerfulness I knew she did not feel, "I'm a genius, remember? Now, you had better get yourself together, because you have a very upset, very loving wife, and a very upset, very scared little girl out there to deal with. Call us when you are ready to talk." She got up and walked out of the room.

Did I wake up in some type of time warp? When did my little girl grow up so much? Was she 13, going on 30? If nothing else, these people would pay for taking my little girls childhood away from her. She shouldn't have to be playing the parent at 13 to her messed up Dad. Somehow, I would figure a way to make it up to this remarkable girl.

After I pulled myself together, I called all three of them in to talk. I told them how Cindi's accident was not an accident, how she had been murdered. I held them, and cried with them as they dealt with that. Then I told them about the attempted murder of Amy. That actually did not seem to surprise Victoria as much, although she tried to hide it. With her connections with anti-terrorism and what they had to know about Bioterrorism (of course, I was not supposed to know anything about those connections!), she had recognized the unusual nature of Amy's illness. I think she just had not carried it out that far yet. I was glad I was on her list of loved ones. I really did not like the look in her eyes as I told her all this. The look in Amy's eyes, now that she didn't have to cheer me up or worry about making me go nuts again, scared me as much if not more. Katie just looked plain pissed off. I had never noticed the flecks of yellow in her eyes before. I didn't know enough about her yet to read her expressions, but with everything she had been through in her life, I'm sure she was just looking for an excuse to kick some major ass. For not the first time, I decided these three were going to give me some real trouble in the future. Then I saw Amy grin as I started to dance around the subject of Victoria's and my relationship.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Dad, just get to it, will you? Good grief, she's a big girl; she can take it. Besides, I can't stand the suspense anymore!" She giggled. Thanks, Amy. Get me in trouble.

"So, how is it Amy knows what you have to tell me before I do?" Victoria raised her eyebrows and looked at me dangerously.

"Hey, it's not my fault. The little smart-ass genius figured it out herself. Would you do something about getting some control of your daughter?" I demanded.

So, I told her. Amy was right. It was priceless to watch. Victoria's eyes got real big. She put her hand up to her open mouth in shock. Then she started laughing. She laughed so hard she cried. Finally, she got serious.

"Patrick, you goofball, did you really think I would leave you, divorce you over that? No wonder we get along so well. Hell, I just wish we had known before. Think of all the extra excitement we could have had if we'd known we were having kinky, perverted sex!" She giggled like a teenager. Not her too!

"Mom!" Amy was shocked. Then she got an impish look on her face. "Since you and Daddy are committing incest, does that mean he and I can fool around too? Hey. Brother / sister, father / daughter, what's the difference?" She squealed as we both swatted her butt. "And does this mean I am my own first cousin? And what does that make Katie when we adopt her?" She could hardly talk, she was giggling so hard. I noticed that Katie was the only one not laughing. I pulled her over on my lap.

"Hey, Little One, I'm sorry I yelled at you when you came to talk to me the other day. You have something to tell us, don't you?" I smiled at her warmly, trying to put her at ease. She was shaking like a leaf. I did not know what she was going to say, but what ever it was, it was very serious to her.

"Um... Mom? Dad? I don't know how to say this..."

"Just spit it out, Little One. That is usually the best way. We will clean it up later if you say it wrong. We love you, Katie. Nothing you say is going to change that." Amy reached over and held her hand.

She sighed. "You know that picture we saw the other day, of you and Mom when you were little?" We all nodded. "Well... the man and woman in that picture... well... I'm almost sure they are mine and Becky's mom and dad."

Well! Leave it to Katie to capture an audience! We certainly did not expect that. Even the little genius was taken by surprise. Everyone started talking at once.

"Are you sure, honey? That picture was taken 35 years ago."

"That's not possible! You are 37 and she is 13. How can you be siblings?"

"Well," I said, "it is possible. If they were, say, 18 when they had Victoria and me, and there is 24 years difference between Katie and us, then they would only be 42 when they had Katie. That is possible. Twins run in families, so it would make sense there, too. Katie, how old did your parents appear to you to be when you were taken away?"

"Oh, they were really old. I would say at least in their 40's." Poor Katie, she did not even understand why Victoria and I both smacked her!

"I never noticed the yellow flecks in your eyes before," I whispered in her ear. "Very sexy!" She blushed prettily.

"I did it just for you, Daddy," She giggled. What did that mean?

"So, Dad, do we have to adopt Katie if she is your sister? Of course, we cannot tell anybody that without letting everybody know that you and Mom are perverts! And that means that after we adopt Katie, she will be both my sister and my aunt." Amy was having way too much fun with this, practically rolling on the floor laughing. This was just the type of stuff that really appealed to her twisted sense of humor.

"Well, it's been a long day. I am going to bed. Coming with me, Auntie Katie?" Amy shrieked as Katie chased her into the bedroom. I smiled at Victoria. Teenagers!

"So, sister of mine, I think I have some making up to do for the other night. Want to have some kinky, perverted sex?"

"Ooh, kinky sex! Let's go. Race you to the bedroom, brother!"

As we headed to the bedroom, we heard Amy call out to us.

"Goodnight, Aunt Victoria, Uncle Patrick!" Amy giggled helplessly.

"Would you get some control over your niece," I snapped irritably to Victoria.

or more of them with me all the time. They babied and pampered me like I was some kind of royalty. I guess they had been really scared and were determined that I was never going to be in doubt as to how much I was truly loved. Not that that had ever been the problem anyway, but I guess they were not in the mood for taking chances. I sure wasn't complaining!

I was rather surprised the first night when it came time to go to sleep that I ended up sandwiched between Victoria and Amy for the night. I thought after me being out for several days that Victoria would want a night of passion to make up for the time we had missed. Besides, I knew she would be on the road again soon. It was not that I was disappointed; being cuddled by Victoria and Amy was almost as good as sex any day anyway. After a while of cuddling and whispering by these two almost identical twin beauties, Amy went to sleep. I was just starting to doze off when I felt Victoria turn around to face me in the bed. I wasn't too surprised when she started kissing me, nudging my mouth open and playing with my tongue. When she slipped her hand down into my underwear, I was suddenly wide awake. This was interesting! How far was she going to go with our daughter lying right beside me, cuddled up as close as she could possibly get?

Victoria answered the question of how far she was planning to go when she began to slowly work my underwear down my legs, finally getting them off without waking up Amy. Then she started slowly jacking me off, while moving my hand over to show me exactly where she wanted me to touch her. Ok, a little weird, but nice. I started to panic a little, however, when she scooted right up to me, front to front, and slipped my cock right up inside her.

"Um... honey, did you forget that Amy is cuddled up sleeping right next to me?" I whispered desperately. She raised herself up on her elbow, looked across me at Amy, and giggled softly.

"Nope!" She declared softly but emphatically. "I didn't forget. She's still there! Why? Did you want me to wake her up?" She giggled again.

Had she gone crazy?!? This was Amy we were talking about — sweet, innocent Amy! I was definitely not ready for this!

"No! Are you crazy?!? That's what I am afraid of, that she is going to wake up! What are we going to do if she wakes up?" I was panicking! This was Amy we were talking about, for heaven's sake!

"Well," she giggled again," I guess you are just going to have to be careful not to make any noise, aren't you? Hmm. That will be an interesting game. How noisy can I make you be?" What was with all these giggles?

She began to play the game in earnest. First, she kissed me while she rubbed my chest and my balls and cock softly, all at the same time. Then she started to kiss her way down my body, scrunching herself down in the bed to reach me. Finally, she got far enough down that she took me into her mouth, continuing to rub my balls as she swallowed me all the way. I tried my best to keep quiet, but I could not suppress completely a little moan.

"Victoria! Please!" I whispered.

"Ah! Good! He's begging! He wants more!" She chuckled. What a brat! She knew full well that was not what I was saying 'please' for. Well, not exactly. I mean... by this time, I wasn't sure I knew what I meant.

"Honey, please, I am going to be so embarrassed if she wakes up!"

"Wouldn't that be fun, if she woke up? Maybe she would want to help! Just think about it honey, Amy's cute little hands on you, rubbing you, her soft little mouth sucking on your nipples and then playing with your tongue as she kisses you. Maybe I would even let her help me rub your cock and balls. Can you imagine what her warm, soft, wet little mouth would feel like, engulfing your cock, licking your balls? Do you think she could take you all the way inside, like I can? Can you imagine how wet she would be? What her little clit would feel like? Pretend I am her, sweetheart. Make love to your little girl for her first time. Please, Daddy, I want you so bad!" She was laughing softly as she moved back up and took me up inside her again, as she knew she was driving me crazy. She could feel how hard I was inside her. I knew I was not going to last very long! "Come on, Daddy, come inside me. Please Daddy. Your little girl is going to come for you. Come with me, Daddy!" Victoria and I exploded together, trying our best to keep quiet as she slowly pumped me inside her, milking me with walls of her canal.

I guess we didn't sound like a thunderstorm, because Amy did not wake up. We both lay there, trying to remember how to breathe, basking in the afterglow of tremendous orgasms. Finally, I got up enough strength to smack her butt softly.

"What has gotten into you? That was mean! I never knew you were so kinky!" I laughed softly.

"Are you complaining? You seemed to have a good time. So, how long have you been fantasizing about little Amy?" She grinned impishly.

"Victoria! Please! This is too embarrassing to talk about!"

"Ok. Poor baby! I'll behave. Well, mostly. Think you can handle being by yourself for a while? I have to go to the bathroom. Try not to ravage poor Amy while I am gone!"

"You are incorrigible! What am I going to do with you?" I groaned.

"Fuck me again?" She giggled, as she got out of the bed.

I lay there, after she left, trying to calm myself down. That had been hot. Somewhat uncomfortable, embarrassing, but hot. That was when I felt a soft little kiss on my neck and a little, soft hand very lightly brush across my cock and balls! Oh no! Amy!

"Shh. It's ok. Turn around and face me." She whispered, her breathe hot on my ear.

I turned slowly around. I'm sure my face was bright red.

"Amy, sweetheart, how long have you been awake? I am so sorry, honey!" I was chagrined.

"I was awake all the time. I'm not sorry." She kissed me, softly, passionately, slipping her little tongue into my mouth. She continued to slowly, softly run her fingertips across my cock and balls. "Does this feel good? Am I doing it right?"

"Honey, please stop. If you keep that up any longer, I don't know that I will be able to stop." I begged her.

"I know," she whispered. "I just wanted to tease you a little bit. You two got me so hot." She looked at me with a little grin. "What will you do if I sneak into your bed some night and rape you?"

Oh God! I love her so much! Such a brat, just like her mother!

"What will you do if I sneak into your bed some night and take you?" I whispered back. I couldn't believe I said that! I ran my fingers lightly between her legs, and grinned when she gasped.

"I guess you'll just have to try it and find out!" She giggled, nervously. "Seriously, Daddy, I don't know how I feel about this. I just know I love you so much, more than anyone else in the world." She bit her lower lip in frustration.

"I know, sweetie. Me too. But if you don't stop what you are doing, we are going to find out before either of us is ready to. Besides, I hear your mother coming back. I'm going to turn over now and act innocent!"

I turned over the other way. She giggled, as she ran her hand softly over me one more time.

"Yeah. Right! As if you could look innocent with that sticking out!"

Victoria came into the room, and slipped into the bed next to me, cuddling up facing me. She looked at me, and then her eyes widened briefly. She kissed me, and then whispered softly into my ear.

"I can leave the room again for a while if you want. I'm sure Katie would love to snuggle with Mommy tonight." She smiled softly. How does she always know these things?

"No. Please don't go. Stay here and protect me."

She started to laugh, and then realized I was serious. She kissed me softly.

"It's ok. Really. I'll behave. Go to sleep sweetie." She leaned away from me, to arrange the covers. I felt a soft little hand gently slide up my cock and balls one more time, and I felt a soft little kiss on my neck and heard a quiet, nervous little giggle in my ear as we all settled down to go to sleep. It took me a long time to get to sleep that night.

The next morning I woke up with two pretty, identical looking young ladies cuddled up to me, one on each side. I kissed their foreheads softly, and left the room before they started teasing me again. Amy spent a lot of time that day sitting on my lap, cuddling with me, smiling and giggling at me. I think the others just thought she was so happy to have me back. That too. I caught Katie several times looking at us, head tilted slightly to the side, a curious look on her face. Later, Katie and I were alone together. I walked up to her and gave her a big kiss. She sighed happily and put her arms around my neck, holding me close.

"I understand I have you to thank for my recovery, Golden Girl," I teased, referring to her yellow glow. She blushed and smiled shyly, looking down at her toes.

"No, it was really Amy. She knew what to do, and did most of it. I just joined in to make sure. She really wasn't expecting that. I really mainly caused some other, unforeseen effects."

"What unforeseen effects are you referring to?" I asked. Other than the yellow flecks in her eyes, which seemed to have grown and gotten more numerous in just two days, I had not noticed any effects. Except being awake of course. I wondered if her eyes would turn completely yellow eventually. That would be so cool! My little kitten. Katie looked at me hesitantly, biting her lower lip as she apparently debated whether to tell me or not.

"Well, I guess you are going to have to know eventually." She tilted her head slightly, and seemed to be concentrating briefly. I always assumed this was when they were communicating. Suddenly I heard two giggling teenage voices echo in my mind.

'Hi Daddy!' Katie.

'Hi Daddy!' Amy. What? Amy wasn't even in the room! And I heard them only in my mind. I was stunned.

"Hi girls. How did you do that? When did this start?"

'No, Daddy. Answer us in your mind. Just think of us, and then think what you want to say.'

I tried it. 'Hi girls.' It worked. But I heard a lot of other things, too. I'm sure Amy was deliberately thinking nasty thoughts just to embarrass me. Katie seemed to notice.

'Daddy, I can show you how to selectively receive or transmit thoughts, so Amy can't tease you like that, ' she giggled. 'Also, I was helping you there a little. I can help you do it by yourself, but I have to have your permission to do that. I think we should sit down and talk.'

The next two hours was an enlightening period. Apparently Katie's joining in had magnified things, to where some powers that we all had, some of us latently, were beginning to express themselves, or strengthen themselves in some cases where they already existed. We now had some thought transfer abilities (slightly different than mind reading). Then Katie dropped the real bombshell.

"Daddy, I can help you do this, clean it up, show you how. But I have to have permission to go into your mind. I won't do it if you say no."

"I don't understand, Katie. You can actually change my mind?" I was flabbergasted.

"Not exactly. I can't put anything there that was not at least latently there before. I can modify or improve what is there. Like giving you more control. I can't make you do or implant anything that would be against what you would choose to do."

"How do you know it will work on me?" I asked.

"It will work on anyone." She looked really embarrassed. "Besides, I already know it will work on you, because I have already done it once. I'm sorry, Daddy, I had to. It was really necessary. I hope you know I would never hurt you." She looked about ready to cry.

'Katie, honey, I trust you with my life. I believe you when you say it was necessary. You may do whatever you need to. Will this allow me to communicate with anyone?" I tried to set her at ease. She looked relieved.

"No, it doesn't work that way. You can only communicate with people you have talked to or have communicated with you," Katie explained. "We noticed this morning that you were 'on line', so to speak. We would not be sharing this with you if we hadn't figured out how to filter and somewhat control it. Believe me, this ability is not nice if you can't control it; I know."

"Does Victoria know about this?" I asked. Katie looked uncomfortable again.

"Not yet. We're not sure yet that we can teach her to control it. If we can't, I don't think it's fair to open it up to her and enhance it. It would cause pain. I'm sure we can do it — we just have to figure it out. There are some... peculiar and dangerous areas in her mind we have to figure a way around." Katie explained.

I was amazed! I had no idea that what Amy and Katie could do could be taught, or somehow acquired. They did not seem to be aware that previously it could be either. Or indeed, if it even could be. Maybe we all already had it and she was just waking it up, refining it. The question was, previous to what? I felt the answer was previous to Katie. I wasn't sure we had any idea yet what this wonderful little girl could do. How long had she been carrying this knowledge, this ability around, unable to tell anyone except Becky? Then Becky was gone. No wonder Katie had wanted to kill herself. Or was she just learning herself? No wonder she cried so much! She concentrated for a few minutes, and then said she was done. I didn't feel any different. She had reduced my sensitivity. It could mean that sometimes it wouldn't work. But I didn't have to listen to anybody I didn't want to now. I could now block sending if I wanted to, for any reason. I hoped nobody noticed Katie blushing. I asked them if that was how Cindi had blocked some emotions. They said they didn't know but it was likely.

It was just Victoria and me in bed that night. I guess the girls were finally convinced that I wasn't going to disappear or anything like that. That also could mean she was leaving town again.

We had a wonderful night. I took it slow and gentle with her, to make it last. After kissing her and paying attention to her nipples, I began to slowly lick her pussy, suck on, and lick her clit. I concentrated on going very slow, moving my tongue around in little small circles, very slowly. She really likes that, but it also drives her crazy. I kept it up slowly, until her hips were gyrating all over the place. Then, I decided to tease her, as she has so often to me, and stopped. She whimpered in frustration as I turned my attention to her breasts and then kissed her deeply. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please! Do it some more! It felt so good!" She begged.

I never could resist her begging. I went back to working on her clit and pussy some more, alternating this time between fast and slow circles, and back and forth. Finally, she exploded in her first orgasm of the night. Then, I simply kept working on her without stopping. Now she was begging me to stop, as I continued to stimulate her, holding her to keep her from moving away. Eventually, she just lay there, not responding anymore. That is when I moved up, and inserted myself up inside her.

Victoria always responds well to sex, sometimes very vocally. On rare occasions, she simply goes crazy. This was one of those times. She reacted so well that I noticed the girls peeking in the door to make sure everything was ok. I thrust up into her deeply and slowly, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting again. This was a new sensation from the previous tongue action, and so she quickly became very alert and active again. She was so excited she didn't know what she wanted. She would beg me to stop, yet thrust up against me when I slowed down or stopped. Finally, we both exploded together, and collapsed, falling asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the bed was crowded. The girls had joined us during the night. Katie was, of course, sleeping stretched out on top of me. Both Cindi and she loved to do that. I liked it too. Amy and Victoria were cuddled up together, arms around each other. It was hard to tell where one stopped and the other started. I felt a little sad, because I knew the girls, joining us in bed, meant Victoria was leaving town that day. Somehow, they always knew, and slept with us the last night. Sure enough, she left that afternoon.

We had an interesting little teenage crisis that evening. Katie, Amy and I were sitting on the couch, watching TV and cuddling, as usual. Katie received a phone call on her cell phone, and left the room to take it. She was gone for quite a while. When she came back, she was crying her eyes out, big sobs wracking her little body. Both Amy and I were very concerned.

"What's wrong, Katie?" we both asked at the same time. We set her down on the couch between us and tried to find out what the problem was.

"H... h... he left m... m... me. He b... b... broke up with me." She sobbed.

"Who?" We asked.

"My b... b... boyfriend. He doesn't want to go out with me anymore. Some crap about us being too young. He just doesn't want to go out anymore because I don't want to be the school slut anymore. I'm only good enough for sex, not for love!" She sobbed.

Amy and I did our best to console her. We assured her that she was a very sweet, wonderful, pretty young girl that anyone would be lucky to have. I told her that if he dumped her, it was his loss. Neither Amy nor I felt we were getting anywhere with her.

When it was time to go to bed, Amy and Katie went into the same room. Good. Amy would be good for her. I went to bed alone for a change. Had the whole bed to myself. No fighting over covers. I should have been happy, but I missed the little twerps.

I was not quite asleep yet when I felt Amy slide into bed with me, and cuddle up. You know how a guy can always tell when a female wants something? Well, Amy is not even very subtle most of the time. She wanted something.

"Daddy?" Yep. The Amy 'I am just too cute for words and you can't resist giving me anything I ask for' voice. The pity is, she's right!

"Hmmm?" Maybe if I act asleep, she'll go away and leave me alone.

"Daddy. I know you're not asleep. Please, Daddy, it's important."

I sighed. If Amy said it was important, it was. She didn't (usually) dramatize things.

"Ok. Hell, I'm too old to need sleep anyway. What is it, pretty girl?"

"Flattering me is not going to get you out of this!" she teased. Then she turned serious.

"Daddy. Katie needs your help. She really liked this guy. He was Becky and her friend for years. She's really hurting bad. Daddy, could you go in with her and sleep with her tonight? I know you can make her feel better. She's just crazy about you. Please? I can't stand to see her miserable."

"Amy, honey, you know how Katie feels about me. You know I love her to pieces too. You know how I react to crying girls. Amy, can you live with what might happen if I go in there tonight?" Amy didn't know that Katie and I had already been together that way.

"Daddy, Katie needs you tonight. If that is what she needs, then give it to her. It will be our secret; I won't tell Mom." Her eyes widened briefly. "Although it wouldn't make any difference, would it? Mom has already given her permission, hasn't she?" She whispered.

Damn! Certifiable genius. How could she know that?

"Ok, Amy, you have to tell me where you came up with that wild conclusion."

"Dad, you are a lousy actor, especially when you are trying to act shocked. It's easy. You wouldn't even be asking me if I could live with it if you didn't already know that it was ok with Mom. The idea of you cheating on Mom is an idea that even my genius mind can't fathom." She giggled impishly. "So, has she given you permission for me too yet?"

"AMY! You are such a brat! I refuse to even respond to such a ludicrous question!"

"Good! That means yes! Now all we have to do is decide if we want to!" Can a teenager die of excess giggling?

"Amy! You are a bad girl. Are you sure you want me to go in with Katie?" I asked, changing the subject delicately. I'm sure I just fooled her so bad with that one.

"Yes. Please. She needs you. If it happens, Daddy, it happens. I will turn off my sensing, so you don't have to worry about corrupting your precious, innocent, virginal daughter. Whatever she needs, Daddy. She is too precious to be hurting like this." Amy said seriously.

"Hmmm. I'm going to have to ask Victoria where she is hiding this other daughter of ours." Amy looked at me, confused. "You know, the precious, innocent, virginal one!" I dived out of bed to avoid her punch. I reached over and kissed her. "Amy, you are just so precious. Katie is so lucky to have a friend like you. I love you, sweetie." Wow! Amy blushed!

When I walked into Katie/Cindi's room, Katie was laying on the bed, crying softly. I quietly walked up to her, reached over, and kissed her softly on the neck, while running a hand softly up her pretty little leg. She jumped, and looked up at me as I slid into bed beside her and kissed her again, this time much more passionately. I slowly slid my hand inside her nightgown and softly rubbed her cute little breast. She looked at me in shock.

"Patrick!" She whispered. "We can't do this now! Amy is going to catch us!"

"Who do you think sent me in here to make you happy, Little One? She has turned off her sensing and told me I am to do whatever I need to make you happy again. And yes, she knows what the possibilities are." I loved the look on her face.

"She... she knows about us?" She stammered.

"No. She is just expecting it tonight. And it does not bother her."

"Oh boy! This is going to be a fun night! I guess I should get back to crying and being upset so you can console me, huh?" She smiled sadly.

"Well, it would help, so I don't waste my time. Seriously, Katie, I know how this has upset you. If you want to just cuddle, that's ok too. We just love you and don't want to see you hurting." I kissed her gently.

So, we cuddled. Naked. For a long time. Eventually, I knew we would go to other things, and we did. We made love like a spring shower. It felt just like with Cindi. It was so sad and so wonderful. Katie understood completely, and held me as I cried afterwards. As we were cuddling, I heard a soft noise at the door. We watched as Amy came in, naked, and stretched out on the bed with us. She cuddled up to me on the other side from Katie.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to come in." She noticed I was crying. "What's wrong, Daddy? I thought you were consoling Katie?" She looked concerned.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. She just looks so much like Cindi. It just was too much." I lay my head on her chest and had a good cry. They both held me.

"It's ok, Daddy. Let it out. We understand. We do it too, almost every night. You can always come in and cry with us if you need to." Amy stoked my hair as she held me.

I kissed her. It was not a daughterly kiss. She kissed me back, as we played with each other's tongues. I gasped as she ran her hand lightly down my stomach, trailing her fingers lightly across my cock and balls. She gasped as I played with her sparse pubic hair. We played lightly with each other, driving each other crazy, as Katie looked on, grinning. Finally, we stopped and hugged and cuddled, knowing we could go no farther without losing control.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." Amy half sobbed. "I'm just not ready for this yet." I saw Katie roll her eyes. She didn't understand what the big deal was. To her, it was a no brainer — we were made for each other.

"It's ok, Amy. You don't ever have to be ready for me. I love you anyway. Besides, if we ever go all the way, I want it to be when you are ready and willing and have no doubts. I couldn't stand the thought of hurting you."

"You could never hurt me, Daddy. Someday, maybe... I can't promise. However, I could never think of anyone better than you. If we never do it, I think I will always wish we had. I just don't know."

"There's no hurry, honey. You are young. Don't rush it. I'll be here in any way you want me, whenever."

We all cuddled together in a big glob and went to sleep. All the hands and legs looked like a nest of snakes.

The next day, we decided to plan a camping and float trip for the following weekend. The girls called Victoria to see if she could come with us. I was hoping she could, as she was the one that really knew about floating on a raft. The girls leaped into planning the event with their usual efficiency. As the big day approached, we got more and more excited. Finally, it was Thursday evening. We were going to leave Friday evening so we could start early Saturday. Just before bedtime Thursday evening, we got a phone call from Victoria. I answered the phone. After exchanging pleasantries, she got to the point.

"I'm sorry, honey, I just am not going to be able to make the float trip. I am just not going to be able to make it out of here on time. Maybe I could join you Sunday, but that may not even be worth it for one day."

"Well, I am going to let you tell the girls. They are going to be disappointed. They were really looking forward to it."

"I know. I'm really sorry. Are you mad at me?" She sounded concerned.

"No. I understand. We knew it was only 50:50 that you could make it anyway. I just hope we don't all drown without your rafting ability. Here, talk to the girls."

The girls were disappointed, of course, but it was not the first time this had happened, so they dealt with it pretty well. Besides, we were still going. We just would be minus one.

The float part turned out to be a disaster all the way around. None of us knew what we were doing. Towards the end of the first day, we tipped the raft over, and we all ended up in the water. We were all soaked, and the girls lost their sleeping bags and change of clothes. Fortunately, I did not lose mine. We decided to make camp early, to try to dry things out.

We found a good place to camp, set up the tent, and made a fire. By this time, the girls were shivering. I t was warm, but they were soaked. We decided to camp out under the stars instead of in the tent, but first I had to take care of the wet clothes problem.

"Ok, girls, strip. Get those wet clothes off," I ordered.

Katie grinned real big, and proceeded to take them off. Katie was always ready to take her clothes off; this was a great excuse. Amy was not so happy about it. She turned red and looked at me as if I was kidding.

"C'mon, Amy. Get them off. I'm not going to explain to your mother how you caught pneumonia."

"Dad! I can't take my clothes off. I don't have anything to wear. I can't go naked!" Amy was horrified.

"C'mon, Amy. This isn't the first time I've seen you naked. Shuck 'em." I was enjoying this. The teenage smart-ass genius embarrassed about something. Poor little thing!

"But Dad! This is in public! Someone could come by and see us! I can't do that!"

"Amy. Take them off, or I'll take them off for you." I started to move towards her. That got her moving. She slowly took all her clothes off except her bra and underwear, casting dagger-like looks at me the whole time. I don't think she was very happy with me! Too bad, little girl. She stopped at her undergarments. I guess she thought I didn't mean those.

"All of it, Amy. Don't make me come over there, or I will take them off and paddle your cute little butt too." I grinned at her.

She glared at me as she took them off.

"Sometimes, I just don't like you very much," she stated emphatically.

"I'm a parent. You're not supposed to like me all that much anyway. Be happy we get along as well as we do." I smiled sweetly at her. I was trying to get as much fun out of this as I could, because I knew I was going to pay for it later.

We put a foam mattress and the sleeping bag on the ground for a soft mattress, and had a light blanket for a cover if needed. I lay down in the middle, with a pretty little girl on either side of me, cuddling up close to keep warm. It wasn't long before Katie decided things were not even.

"How come you have clothes on and we're naked?" Katie whined. "That's not fair!"

"Because I have a dry change of clothes. Hey, life isn't fair, Katie. What are you going to do?"

You have to get up pretty early in the morning (figuratively; noon is early enough literally) to get ahead of Katie. She had figured out by this time that I was having fun messing with them. So, she showed me what she was going to do. She started unbuttoning my shirt, and started taking my clothes off.

Amy was staring at her with huge eyes. Giving me her ok to do things to help her depressed best friend was one thing; having that same best friend apparently seducing her father in front of her was apparently another thing altogether. She continued to stare as Katie took all my clothes off, but didn't say anything. That ended when Katie got them all off, lay down next to me, and proceeded to begin kissing me. And boy, do I mean kissing me!

"Katie! What are you doing?!" Poor Amy was in danger of hyperventilating. This was the first time she had ever had direct experience with the wild Katie.

"Duh! I'm taking his clothes off. Now I'm kissing him. I thought you were the smart one!" Katie decided she was going to have some fun with Amy too.

"But... but... he's my Daddy!" Amy was shocked.

"Well, he's not MY Daddy. Not yet, anyway." Katie was trying to keep from giggling. She was not very successful at it.

"You know, Katie, I could get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out about this," I deadpanned. Like I wouldn't be in trouble before this!

"Well, I'm not going to tell. Amy, are you going to tell anyone?" We were having so much fun with her!

Amy paused as if thinking really hard.

"Let's see. I'm laying here naked, cuddled up against my Daddy, who is naked also, with my best naked friend making out with him... Duh! I don't think I am going to be telling anyone about this!" She rolled her eyes at us.

"See? You're safe," Katie giggled, as she continued to kiss me.

Amy became increasingly alarmed as Katie worked her way down my body. She softly kissed my face, then my neck, then kissed, licked and sucked on my nipples. Amy didn't know what to do. She was getting cold, so she snuggled up close to me. She watched with big eyes as Katie kissed her way down my stomach. Her eyes about popped out of her head when Katie started playing with me cock and balls.

"Katie!" She whispered.

"Oh shush. Close your eyes if you want to." Katie was not about to give up on a great chance like this. Amy kept her eyes open.

I put my arm around Amy and pulled her in tighter to snuggle with me. She was trembling all over. I didn't think it was due to cold, but I wasn't taking any chances. She laid her head on my shoulder and watched everything Katie did. She didn't even notice that she had put her hand on my chest and was softly rubbing it. Occasionally she would snuggle closer and softly kiss my neck; I don't think she realized she was doing that either. My little girl was getting turned on!

I think Katie got tired of watching Amy and I dance around each other on the subject of sex. She decided that we were right for each other, and she was going to bring it about, with or without our help. When Katie decides she wants something, she usually gets her way. She reached up, took Amy's hand in hers, and started moving it down my chest towards my cock.

"Amy, you have just GOT to feel this. It is just so neat you won't believe it!" Amy tried to pull her hand back.

"No! He's my Daddy! I can't do that!" She resisted half-heartedly. She apparently didn't remember she had touched me there before. Katie was having none of that.

"Amy, stop being a big baby and give me your hand!" She grabbed her hand, and put it on my cock, laying her hand on top of Amy's to guide her and keep her from moving it away. Poor Amy's face was beet red as she rubbed her Daddy's cock and balls. She buried her face in my shoulder.

"I cannot believe I am doing this! I am so embarrassed!" After a few minutes, Katie removed her hand. Amy left hers on me, rubbing and stroking gently. I couldn't believe it! It was so hot!

Since Amy was taking care of the rubbing part, quite well in fact, Katie decided to move on to more interesting things. She slid down a little farther, and sucked my cock into her mouth. I thought Amy was going to freak out.

"Daddy! She's... she's putting it in her mouth. And sucking on it!" She stared at Katie for a while. Then she cuddled up to me again, trying to hide her face. "Does it feel good?" she whispered in a tiny voice. Then, so softly I almost didn't hear it, she said, "I wish I could do that!"

I put my arm around her, pulled her close, and with my other hand, I raised up her chin and kissed her. Her eyes flew open when I did that, and she almost pulled away for a second, then she gave a little whimper and kissed me back. She was the one that opened her mouth first. We played with each other's tongues as she melted against me. I stroked her hair and kissed her, as she touched my face with her hand, and rubbed my chest. When we finally broke our kiss, she hid her face in my neck again. All this time she was still rubbing my balls, having moved her hand down there to give Katie room to suck me. I heard her whisper softly.

"I can't believe I'm touching you down there. Oh, Daddy, I've wanted to for so long." Then she quickly moved her head up and started kissing me again. Her kisses were getting hotter by the minute, as she whimpered softly into my mouth.

Katie stopped working on me, and moved up above me. She gave Amy a little smile, and then slowly lowered herself down onto me, taking me all the way up inside her. I thought poor Amy was going to pass out; her eyes were huge and she seemed to be having breathing problems!

"Daddy! She's got you inside her!" She gasped. "Does it feel good? Is Katie good?" She was talking in a whisper. I don't know who she thought was going to hear us!

"Katie is very good, honey. She feels wonderful." Amy sighed softly, and started kissing my neck softly. I whispered softly to her. "It's ok, Amy. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. It's ok."

"She is so lucky!" She whispered. Katie decided it was time to have some more fun.

"Amy... I want you to do something. You will love it, I promise. Move up here and kneel down over your Daddy's face. Just like that. Now, lower yourself down onto his face."

"EWWWW! He's not going to like that!" Amy exclaimed, reluctant to do what Katie told her.

"Yes, he will. I guarantee it. Go ahead, you'll really like it, and so will he." She reached up and pushed Amy down onto me at the same time I reached up and put my hands on her hips, pulling her down on me. I reached up and ran my tongue quickly all the way up her little slit, ending on her little clit. She shrieked, and all resistance suddenly ended.

I proceeded to introduce little Amy to the pleasures of oral sex. I licked her pussy, then sucked her clit into my mouth and started tonguing it. I alternated speeds, directions, and moved periodically to her pussy and to her cute little asshole. At first, she resisted that, moaning that it was gross and dirty, but after a few seconds of me tonguing it, she quickly forgot those ideas and just cried out softly every time I touched it. Her breathing was becoming very rapid and ragged. When I moved back to her clit, she cried out and started to tremble all over.

"Oh, God, Daddy! What are you doing to me? Please stop! No, please don't stop! I feel funny, Daddy! I feel like I am going to pee! Oh, God!" My little girl tipped over into her first real orgasm as I pushed one finger up into her tight little pussy and fingered her little asshole. Katie and I held her down on me as she tried to pull away, and I just continued to work on her clit, licking and sucking it. She started to scream. Katie pulled her back against her, and started to rub her nipples. I don't think Amy even realized she was doing that. I remembered Victoria holding Cindi in a similar way long time ago. That thought brought me to my own peak as I began to empty myself up into Katie. She began to come also as we all cried out together.

We all just lay against each other as we recovered. Katie and Amy leaned against each other, holding each other up. Poor Amy was just a boneless mass as she was barely conscious from the intensity of her first orgasm. Katie and I gently moved her onto her back on the sleeping bag. We lay down next to her and cuddled with her. I could feel her use all her energy to wrap her arms loosely around me. Occasionally she would barely move her fingers against my back as she rested. Finally, she started to revive.

"Hey sleepyhead. You ok?" I teased her.

She whimpered weakly as she replied to me.

"Is it always like that? That was so incredible." Obviously, Amy had a good time.

"Not always, although it may be with you, you are so sexy!" She smiled sweetly at me.

I moved closer to her, and leaned over her, kissing her. She found the energy to open her mouth and kiss me back. She gasped as I ran my hand slowly down her body, across her stomach, and down the insides of her legs. Then I slowly ran it back up, and gently stroked her wet pussy and clit. She cried out softly every time I touched her, she was so sensitive. Her eyes opened when I moved over on top of her, holding my weight up off her.

"Are we going to make love now, Daddy?" She asked in a tiny little voice. I could see excitement and a little fear in her eyes.

"We're not going to do anything you don't want to do, sweetheart. Do you want to make love?" I kissed her tenderly as I awaited her answer. Katie jumped in to help.

"Oh, Amy, say yes! You will love it! I promise!" She was so excited; you would have thought it was her first time.

"Will it really be better than what we just did, Daddy? I don't know that I could stand anything more intense than that!" She giggled softly. Then she looked serious. "Will it hurt?"

"It will be different, honey, but yes, it is better in some ways." I tried to reassure her.

"It will hurt a little at first, but then it will be wonderful!" Katie was trying to help again.

"It's whatever you want, Amy; you don't have to." I wanted it to be just perfect for her.

"I want to. I do." She wrapped her arms around me. "Make love to me, Daddy. Please."

I was mean. I couldn't help it. Before I entered her, I ate her out again and made her scream again. I thought it would help with the hurt.

Finally, I slowly pushed my cock up inside her. I heard a sharp intake of breathe, so I stopped for a little while. When I felt her legs wrap around my waist and try to pull me in, and her hips pushing up against me, I started moving in again. I kept pushing in slowly, waiting for the pain, but it never came. I don't know why, but the random thought entered my mind that maybe she had done this before. Amy smacked my butt playfully and grinned.

"No, I haven't. You are the first. I saved myself for you. I've never even kissed anybody but you before." Before I could say anything, she kissed me. Then she reassured me it was ok, she wasn't mad for me thinking that.

Finally, I was all the way in. I just lay there, enjoying the incredible feeling of being inside her. I had dreamed of this.

"Me too," she said. Finally, she must have been ready, because she wrapped her legs and arms tight around me, holding me close. She kissed my neck, and then whispered in my ear.

"Make love to me. Fuck me, Daddy!" She giggled as I gasped when she said that. I didn't know she knew that word. For some reason it really turned me on to hear sweet little Amy, who never said bad words, asking me to fuck her. "Katie taught me that word. She's a bad, bad influence on me. She didn't tech me what it means. You'll have to do that!" Gladly, sweet Amy!

As I started to move inside her, Katie moved up and lay beside us. She held Amy, whispering in her ear how much she was going to love it, and that it was ok. She stroked her hair, and kissed her cheek.

"I love you, Becky." She whispered.

"I love you too, Cindi." Amy whispered back. I got a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes at the sweetness of that. That was the last coherent words Amy said for quite some time.

I took my time with her, making it last, making her enjoy it fully. When I finally came inside her, she had her head buried in my shoulder, trying to keep from screaming her brains out again. We came together, with Katie holding us both. I felt like we were all together in one mind; I could feel them with me. It is hard to explain, but it was an incredible feeling.

We didn't get much sleep that night. Amy had dreamed about this so much, so long, that she didn't want to stop. Every time she woke up, she wanted to do it again. She rode me while Katie sat on my face, the opposite positions as the first time. Katie showed her how to suck cock. She is really good at that!

When I finally woke up the next morning, I had two cute little nymphs draped all over me. I just held them and kissed them, making them smile and whimper in their sleep, as I just looked at how pretty they were, and thought of how much I loved them. When Amy woke up, she wanted to start all over. She stuck her tongue out at me and pouted when I stopped her. I convinced them that we should just cancel the rest of the float trip, and go to a motel where we could get cleaned up. Their clothes were dry, but they kind of stunk (the clothes, not the girls. I liked the girls' smell!)

When we walked into the room, Amy and Katie immediately started arguing over who got the shower first. I settled that argument.

"Why don't we just all take a bath together?" I asked. Katie immediately started jumping up and down, clapping her hands. Amy looked horrified.

"We can't do that! You're my Daddy!" I just rolled my eyes at Katie. She couldn't be serious! I wasn't even going to get into how many times I had seen her in the tub, or everything we had done last night. I just picked her up and carried her, squealing, into the bathroom. I held her over my shoulder, with her beating her little fists on my back, as Katie ran the water. We were having fun. If Amy really wanted loose, I would be on the floor by now. Probably bleeding. While the tub was filling, Katie helped me strip Amy's clothes off, while I still held her. After making her promise to be a good girl, I let her down. Apparently, her idea of being a good girl was to strip Katie's and my clothes off. Guess I can't argue with that.

I got into the tub. Amy got in, her back to my front, between my legs, and snuggled as close as she could. Then Katie got between Amy's legs, and we all lay back and relaxed. For a while. It didn't take too long, however, before I started playing with Amy's cute little body. She sighed happily and snuggled into me, closing her eyes. They popped back open briefly, however, when I started rubbing her little nipples gently. Then I slid a hand down her stomach. I could feel it quivering. She screeched softly when I put my hand in between her legs and started rubbing her. It didn't take too long before she shuddered in another orgasm. Katie had turned around to watch. Then I lifted Amy up, slid her up and onto my lap, and inserted myself inside her.

"Again? Don't you ever get tired?" She said with mock resignation.

"I can stop if you want," I teased her.

"No. Please don't. I love you inside me. Why did I wait so long for this?"

Then Katie surprised me. She had been watching Amy and me. She had a dreamy look on her face. Then she leaned forward, and kissed Amy. On the lips. And put her tongue in her mouth. Amy's eyes flew open. She had a scared and confused look on her face.

"No, Katie. Please don't." Katie kissed her again. Amy sighed and closed her eyes, and hesitatingly kissed her back. All the while, I was stroking slowly in and out of Amy. Amy cried out softly when Katie moved down and sucked a nipple in her mouth. "Katie? What are you doing?"

Amy really freaked when Katie moved down even farther and sucked her clit into her mouth. She shrieked, and started to tremble.

"Please, Katie, don't do this. Please. Oh, God, it feels so good. Katie? Please?" She finally had to stop talking. I put my hand over her mouth as she screamed out her orgasm. I didn't want the neighbors to think someone was being killed. Katie continued licking and sucking her until she finally collapsed in my arms, unable to move. Katie moved back and started behaving herself again, while I gently stroked her hair and kissed her neck.

"Why did you do that, Katie?" Amy asked when she rejoined the living.

"I don't know. I've never done that before. I guess I just wanted to all of a sudden." She looked as confused as Amy did.

"So, how was it, Katie?" I asked. I was really curious. I am not a big fan of girl-girl action, but I had to admit that was hot!

"It was ok. I like guys better," she said, leering at me. "It was fun watching Amy get off from what I was doing to her, but" she turned to look at Amy, "I don't think you have to worry about it." Amy relaxed visibly.

After a little while, we exchanged positions. I put Katie on my lap, and inserted myself up inside her. She whimpered softly as I stroked slowly in and out of her. I saw Amy give me an impish grin, and then she leaned forward and kissed Katie. Katie just melted into me. When Amy moved down and sucked Katie's clit into her mouth, Katie came immediately, screeching softly. Amy kept sucking on her until she seemed to pass out. We all lay there together, resting. Finally, Katie looked at Amy.

"That wasn't nice! You're a bad girl, Amy!" She didn't look too displeased.

"So, what did you think, Amy?" I asked. She had really surprised me when she did that.

"I agree with Katie. Fun to watch her go crazy, but I prefer you. Kind of like... I don't know, licking myself sort of. Kind of like EWWWW. I'm sorry Katie."

Katie laughed. "It's ok. You're right; it was kind of like licking myself. EWWWW! I love you, Amy, but I don't want to make love to you." They both giggled and hugged each other.

We spent the rest of the day in the bed, wearing each other out. Katie asked me to take her in the ass. Not my favorite, but I like Katie any way I can get her. She tried to talk Amy into doing anal too, but Amy had had enough new things for the weekend. She did hold Katie, and kissed her while we were doing it. They repeated the touching little scene from before.

"I love you, Becky." "I love you too, Cindi." It brought tears to my eyes. I wished I had known Becky.

We finally made it home late Sunday night. Victoria was home when we came in. We unloaded the car, and collapsed on the couch in the living room. Victoria watched us for a minute, and then her eyes opened a little wider as she looked at us. She gave me a smile that would have lit up New York for a day. Then she took me by the hand, pulled me up, and started walking towards the bedroom.

"Come on. I want to hear all about your... float trip!" She giggled, then smiled lovingly at Amy and me. Amy blushed. I gulped. It was going to be a long night. How does she always know these things?

The next few days were uneventful. Tuesday Victoria left again. Wednesday and Thursday were normal days. It had been some time since I started looking into Cindi's death and Amy's attempted murder. So far, nothing had turned up, but I knew these things sometimes took a while. It was just a matter of time. I was a little surprised however, when Thursday evening all hell broke loose.

my arm around her, and she laid her head on my shoulder. We watched some nonsense for a while. It was obvious neither one of us wanted to watch TV.

"So. You want to talk, tell me about it?" I asked.

"Talk about what?" she stalled, with that 'deer in the headlights' look.

"Oh, I don't know. About why you hate your dad, and would never go back to him again. About why you would kill yourself before you would move away from Amy. About why you almost came unglued when you found out about Cindi's rape. All those would be nice. But, let's start with this one, the one I really want to know — about how you inserted yourself into and filled up the empty space in Amy's mind that Cindi used to occupy." I smiled gently, trying to insert all the love I could into that smile and my eyes.

I expected a reaction. That was the idea. I did not expect the one I got. Katie turned white as all the blood left her face, and the look in her eyes was now the 'deer in the crosshairs' look. She tried to talk twice, but could not. Finally, she tried to act dumb.

"What... I don't know what you are talking about." She swallowed hard. She really was not a very good actor.

"Really? Then let me tell you what I know. Amy and Cindi had a mental connection since birth. They possessed certain mental abilities that brought them much closer than two normal sisters. They could sense each other's presence and emotional states. They could sometimes communicate with each other. Victoria and I never knew this was going on, even though there were many clues. Then, Cindi is killed. Amy becomes pathologically depressed and loses the desire to live, to the point that Victoria and I fear suicide. Amy has this area in her mind where she could always sense Cindi, and now it is empty. When I picked her up at your house that night, she already knew something was wrong. There is no possibility that anyone could have told her. You came running out of the house, said 'I'm sorry, is there anything I can do', and never once asked what the problem was. Why? Because you already knew. After two weeks of Amy falling apart, you walk into our house one day; walk into Amy's room, and six hours later Amy is back to her old self. There is only one way that could happen; someone filled up that empty place in her mind. She treats you just like Cindi now, loves you just as she loved Cindi, even though neither she nor Cindi were close to you before. Only one thing causes that, Katie; you occupy the place that Cindi once occupied. I just cannot figure out how you did it. Most importantly, how you did it without being a twin. This mind connection exists almost exclusively in twins." I smiled at her and kissed her cheek.

Katie looked at me in panic. She was so scared she forgot to lie.

"Who are you? How can you know these things?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"How am I doing so far, sweetheart?" I asked softly. She gave up trying to deny it.

"Please," she begged. "You can't tell anyone about this. How do you know all of this? They will take me away, I will be a freak, and I will live in a government facility for the rest of my life. Please, I don't have much in my life, but I don't want to lose what little I have!" Tears poured down her cheek.

My heart melted. Perhaps I had been too hard on her. However, after the way she acted tonight, I had to do something to shake her up, make her talk. It was clear to me she could not go back to how she was after tonight. It was either uphill or downhill from here on. I was not going to lose another daughter, or soon to be daughter, if I could help it.

"Katie. Calm down. Think about it. Amy is the same way. Do you think I am going to do something that will hurt her? Not to mention the fact that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you anyway."

For the first time tonight, I saw the first glimmer of hope in her eyes. Maybe she could trust me. I watched as she visibly forced herself to be calm. Finally, she looked up and smiled at me tentatively.

"Ok. What do you want to know?" she asked.

"How did you do it? And how can you do this without being a twin?"

She looked at me solemnly.

"You know, for being a really smart person, and the father of the smartest person I've ever known, you can be pretty stupid sometimes."

"What do you mean?" I somehow sensed something traumatic was coming.

"You said only twins can do this?" She asked.

"That's what I understand."

"Well... ?" She sobbed, her voice trembling, tears running down her face, her lip quivering.

Suddenly it hit me! How could I be so stupid and blind?

"You're a twin!" I said softly.

"Was," she sobbed, and buried her face in my chest.

I held her, stroked her hair, tried to calm her down. I felt even stronger now that she had to talk about what was eating her up, but what had I done to this special girl? I felt so bad for her. When she calmed down some, I asked her if she wanted to talk.

"I'm not sure I want to," she said sadly.

"Katie, you have to. This is killing you. You are dying inside. If you can't talk to me, find someone else you trust to talk to, but you can't go on like this."

"You are the only one I can talk to, the only one I trust, except Amy, and I can't dump this on her," she smiled tiredly at me. I waited.

"My twin's name was Becky. We were identical twins. Becky was the sweetest person I have ever met. She existed only to make others happy. To make me happy. There was not a mean bone in her body."

"Like Amy and Cindi, we had a connection from birth. Ours was probably stronger, because we were identical twins. We didn't have the close, wonderful family that you have here. Dad was probably an alcoholic, and Mom was dependent on him and unable to leave. Things were not good."

"I was eleven when Dad raped me the first time. I fought him as hard as I could, but I was even smaller then. For six months, he raped me almost every night, at least several times each week. He was not a good, kind man as you are. All of us cheerleaders would gladly let you make love to us if you wanted to. He was not a nice man. For six months, I fought him as hard as I could, every time. I never gave in, never! Not once did I ever even come close to enjoying it. I hated him.

"One night, I just couldn't take it anymore. Not that night. I had told Mom repeatedly what was happening, but she didn't believe me, or didn't care; didn't want to fight him. I had to leave. Becky told me to go spend the night at our friend's house. She would have gone with me, but she had the flu and had to stay home. But she saw how desperate I was, and she told me to go on."

"I was so mad, so upset that night that it interfered with my ability to read Becky. I didn't think anything about not reading her; that sometimes happened when she was asleep. I knew she had gone to bed before I left. Consequently, I never felt it when he, not finding me, went in to Becky and did to her what he had done to me so many times." Katie was openly weeping now, her eyes wild.

"She fought him, just as I did. She fought him so hard, he knocked her out and broke her leg. She also had internal injuries. I don't think he knew he had injured her that badly. He wouldn't have cared anyway. He was drunk. After he was done with her, he left her there and went down to the bar to drink."

"No one knows what happened after that. Somehow, the house caught on fire. By the time Becky regained consciousness, she was almost overcome by smoke. She couldn't move anyway. She called out to me in her mind. It was the only time we ever were able to actually talk mind to mind. She told me to stay calm and call the fire department. She knew they wouldn't get there in time. I called, and then I panicked anyway. I started running back home. Becky, that sweet sister of mine, in her last moments alive, spent all her time staying calm, telling me how much she loved me. Never once did she panic or express any fear for her life. She made sure that the last thoughts I ever had from her were of love. I was responsible for her death and she told me how much she loved me. I swear to God, I never would have left her there had I known that might happen!" Katie couldn't talk anymore. She buried her head in my chest and cried her little eyes out. My heart ached for her. After awhile, she started talking again.

"During the investigation, it was revealed what my father had done to Becky and what he had been doing to me for six months. My father left town one night and disappeared just before they were going to arrest him. They took me away from my mother. My mother's sister took in foster children for the state. They placed me as a foster child with her. That is the "mother" I was with until a few days ago. She has five other children; her husband is never around. They just take the children in for the money. He shows up when the state comes to visit. When they come next time, they will probably just tell them I ran away."

"If you can imagine what Amy went through, mine was ten times worse. I walked off and left my sister in the same house with that monster. He wouldn't have hurt her if I was there. Also, imagine what it was like to talk to your sister in your mind, knowing she was dying. I had the same black, empty space Amy had. After two weeks of enduring the emptiness, the no home life, the guilt of being responsible for her death, I decided it wasn't worth living anymore. I decided to end it all."

"I planned it well. I stole the sleeping pills from my "mother". I waited until no one was around. I had them in my hand, ready to swallow them, when the voice stopped me."

"I swear I heard a real voice talk to me that day. Not just in my head, but aloud, in the room. I could see no one there. It told me I couldn't kill myself yet. It told me that if I killed myself now, someone like Becky would die, because I wouldn't be there to save her. The voice was so convincing that I stopped myself from taking the pills. I begged the voice to tell me where, when, who, but it never talked to me again."

"A year ago, we moved to this town. The first time I met the cheerleader group, I knew that Cindi and Amy were twins and connected. Even though they did not look like twins, I knew. I could sense them. I had never been around another pair, so I did not know I could do that. I think that is why they were always uncomfortable around me and we were never close. At some deep unconscious level, I think they knew I was like them and that I could sense them."

"When Cindi died, I felt her extinguished from that place in Amy's mind, just as she did. I knew before you got there that she had died. Remember, I had felt a mind die before; Amy wasn't sure what it was, but I knew. I realized the next day the mistake I made when I came out and talked to you, not asking the right questions. I just hoped you wouldn't notice."

"After a few days, I knew Amy was the one I was supposed to help. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, but somehow I knew I would know when the right time came. That Sunday, I woke up and knew the time was right." She looked at me solemnly. "Did you know that Amy was planning on killing herself after you went to bed that night? She didn't know that, but I did. I recognized it. She could take no more. Even then, Amy was sweet and loved you two. She was sad at how much she was hurting you, how much more she knew she was going to hurt you."

"When I went into her room, we sat and talked. She was in so much pain. When you knocked on the door, and she yelled at you, it gave me the opening I needed." She stopped talking for a while, eyes closed. I thought she had gone to sleep.

"How did you do it?" I asked, tears in my eyes. This poor girl. I swore then that I would make it up to her, somehow. She was way too sweet and nice to suffer like she had.

"I don't know. I took her hand in mine, and we looked into each other's eyes. She has the most beautiful, deep green eyes." She looked up at me, and smiled. "Just like yours. I just looked into them for a long time. I could feel her. Then I just felt something... like little tendrils flow from me to her. Then, after awhile, I felt some flow back from her to me. That was it. I was in her mind, where Cindi used to be, and she was in mine, where Becky used to be. The relief and joy of being whole again overwhelmed us. We didn't know what had happened, but we knew what the result was."

"That's about it. Before you ask, no, I am not Cindi. I am Amy's Cindi and she is my Becky, but I am not Cindi. I wish I were Cindi, for you." She smiled warmly at me.

After cuddling for a long time, Katie sat up, turned slightly, and in one athletic move, swung herself over onto my lap, facing me. Before I could react, she wrapped her arms around my neck, leaned in, and kissed me.

When she broke the kiss, I started to speak.

"Katie..."

She shushed me with her finger, and kissed me again. Longer. Softer. A wonderful kiss. If I was going to stop this, I had to do it soon. She was too good a kisser. Then, while kissing me, she started unbuttoning my shirt. Working the buttons with one hand while she softly rubbed each new exposed area of my skin with her other hand.

This time I broke the kiss. I had to speak. This sweet little girl had been abused, taken advantage of so often. I could not do the same thing to her.

"Katie... no, we can't do this. You are vulnerable right now. I can't take advantage of you like this, like everyone else has."

She laughed, her voice a merry tinkle that made my toes curl.

"Do you think this is something new I just decided I wanted because you were nice to me tonight? Patrick... Daddy... this is something I have wanted since almost the first time I met you. I may be taking advantage of you, but you could never take advantage of me." She eyes filled with tears, as she turned serious. "Please, Patrick. Let me give myself finally to someone I really want to give myself to. I have been taken so many times. I have given myself to so many boys, so many older men in search of one that would make me feel loved. Please, give me this tonight, even if it is the only time, let me enjoy it for once because I want it. I love you so much." She whispered softly, tears in her eyes.

Then she laid her head on my shoulder, and whispered in my ear.

"It's ok, I know," she whispered. "I know you love Victoria. I know I can never have you that way. I know I am too young. However, in some ways I am too old. I stake no claim on you. Just love me when you can. It will be our little secret. No one will know. Please. Don't be the only one to ever refuse me, the only one I have ever freely wanted."

I love my wife so much! I was so glad she had already given me permission to do this, because there was no way I could refuse the plea this sweet thing was making to me. I felt this was a mistake, just as I felt it had been with Cindi. I was wrong then; I hoped I would be wrong now. Please do not let me hurt this sweet girl more. I could not stand bringing her more pain.

She looked at me, hope on her face. She squealed with delight when I kissed her. She whimpered as she leaned me forward and took my shirt off the rest of the way. Then she leaned back and pulled her tee shirt over her head, taking it off. She started kissing me again, slowly running her hands across my chest. She gasped as I cupped her breasts, softly stroking her little nipples. We sat there for a long time, her hands around my neck, kissing me, kissing my neck, whispering sweet little things into my ear. I stroked her hair, and kissed her neck too. I bent my head down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, making her moan.

She broke her contact with me, stood up, and took her shorts and panties off. Then she slipped my shorts off. She smiled as she sat back down on my lap. She smiled even more when she lowered herself down on me, taking me all the way up inside her. She slowly rocked herself back and forth. My goodness, this girl was good! It only took a few minutes before both of us were exhausted, cuddled together with Katie still sitting on my lap. Katie lit up the whole room with her beautiful smile as she looked up at me.

"Oh my, I had no idea it could be like that!" she gasped.

"Katie, is that the first time you've ever... enjoyed it that much?" For some reason, I was suddenly embarrassed.

She smiled at me shyly and nodded her head yes.

"Oh dear, you are you in for a delightful time, young lady. This was nothing."

She blushed prettily. "Oh, goody! I hope I survive!" She smiled shyly. "So, am I a good substitute for Cindi?" Giggle. I froze in panic. I knew, as I looked at her that I could not bluff my way out of this one.

"How... how did you know about that?"

"I didn't," she giggled. "You just told me. I just figured that Cindi probably received comfort from you after her rape just as I just did. It was a good guess, though. I could tell by the way you two acted the last few weeks that she was around. Don't worry; I don't think anyone else caught it. I'm sure Amy doesn't know." She bit her lower lip, trying to decide if she should tell me something. "Except, I'm pretty sure Victoria knows."

I kissed her. "I love you, Katie Marie."

I was taken by surprise when she started crying.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I shouldn't have said that."

"No! Don't you dare take that back. You just don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that." She touched my cheek tenderly. "It's ok, I know you don't mean it the way I would, but I'll take love anyway I can. I love you too."

Katie and I made love several times that night, before she went to her room at 5:00, before Amy woke up. The last time, we were lying there in each other's arms, resting.

"Can I tell you something, without you getting upset?" she asked tentatively. I hate questions like that from females! It is a no win position. I nodded my head yes.

"You really love Amy a lot, don't you?" I nodded again; how was that going to upset me? "I know; the last time you had an orgasm you called me Amy. It's ok, I don't mind." She chewed her bottom lip again. "You know, you could have Amy if you wanted her."

Oh God, I did not need to know that!

"Yeah, right. And how would you know that, Little One?"

"She told me. We were playing truth or dare and I dared her to tell me her deepest, darkest, most exciting fantasy. She turned red and said no. I told her she could not change the game in midstream, she had to tell me. She finally told me that she wanted you to be the first one to make love to her." Katie smiled at me impishly. "Want me to tell her you're interested? I could tell her you called out her name when you were making love to me," she giggled.

"Katie! You promised you wouldn't tell anyone! I would get in big trouble. And then Victoria and I wouldn't be able to adopt you."

"I was just kidding. I wouldn't..." her voice tapered off. "What did you say?"

"I said I would get in big trouble."

"Not that, you dope! Did you say... adopt me?? Would you guys... really do that?" She looked at me with watery eyes and quivering lips.

"Yes. Now get your butt upstairs before Amy catches us and kills us both. We will talk about it this weekend." She kissed me and scampered upstairs.

I lay on the couch for a while, feeling happy. Victoria, what did you get me into? Amy wanted me? I was afraid to even think about that one. Why does my life always get so complicated?

ld just disappear - no, wait, this was real life, not fantasy. I could pretend I was asleep, but that would just postpone whatever was going to happen. I felt the tears in my eyes as I realized that my decision to help my daughter, no matter how misguided, might in the next few minutes cost me everything I held dear in life.

It was dark in the room and Victoria was too far away for me to see her eyes, to see if they were the flat and devoid of all expression eyes I had seen twice before. If they were, it would mean that my life would probably end in the next few minutes, maybe literally. There was no outward indication of what she was feeling or thinking, but I just could not see any way it would be good.

Victoria walked into the room. She moved over to the bed, and just stood there, obviously waiting for me to say something, for me to explain what the HELL was going on before she killed me. Even at this time, my love and sympathy for Cindi won out over my fear and I just knew I had to protect her.

"Victoria, please don't blame Cindi for this. I'm the adult here, I'm responsible, and I should have stopped it. It's not her fault. She's a hurt little girl trying to find her way, trying to find love anyway she can. Blame me, but please do not blame her; please don't hurt her any more than she already has been by others and me. Although not intentionally, I took advantage of her and I cannot tell you how sorry I am".

I said all of this in a whisper, hoping not to wake up Cindi and have her face this any sooner than she had to. I could finally see Victoria's eyes, although not well through my tears. They did not look flat and devoid of all expression; maybe I would live through this yet. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Then, she bent down and kissed me!

I was stunned! I could not think. Her first kiss was just a gentle kiss, too quick for my numbed mind to even respond. Then she kissed me again, and this time her mouth opened and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I automatically responded, as my brain tried to figure out what was going on.

After she broke the kiss, she sat up and looked at me. Her eyes were solemn, with a little twinkle.

"Surprised you didn't I?" she asked, and smiled gently. I could only nod my head yes.

"Look", she said, "I know you well. You would never take advantage of anyone. I doubt very much this was your idea, or that you gave up easily. I've seen the change in Cindi the last few weeks; I'm not entirely surprised by this. Whatever you are doing with her, it seems to be working, she seems to be getting better, and that's all I care about. If I thought you were just taking advantage of our daughter to get some teenage nookie, we would not be talking right now. However, be careful - Amy must not know about this, and for heaven's sake close the bedroom door! I'll call from now on before I come home."

Before I could even respond, Cindi started to wake up, apparently awakened by our voices. When she opened her eyes, she was looking at me and obviously didn't know someone else was in the room yet. She smiled at me brightly, and then noticed the direction I was looking, turned her head, and saw her mother sitting on the bed. The look of fear on her face broke my heart.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Mommy, I'm so sorry, it was all my fault, please don't hate Daddy, I made him do it, he tried to stop me, but I tricked him while he was asleep, please Mommy, don't hate him, he loves you so much, I'll go away and live somewhere else, please don't divorce him... Please Mommy" she begged in a little girl voice and started crying.

Victoria tried to look stern and mad for a minute - she is Amy's mother, after all and cannot resist teasing people - but she quickly stopped when she realized how upset Cindi was. She reached out and took Cindi into her arms, and held her and kissed her.

"It's alright, honey, I know. I understand. I'm not mad... well, I might be a little if you've worn him out!"

Cindi's eyes were as big as saucers as she tried to understand what she was being told.

"You know you can't let anyone know about this. Not even Amy. Especially not Amy. If any one finds out, your dad would go to jail and they would take you two away. You have to be very careful."

Uh oh. Cindi had been practicing Amy's eye rolls. She was not as good at it as Amy was, but this one was not too bad. "I know, Mom. I'm not stupid, you know. I won't tell anyone." Then I could see it in her eyes. Victoria could too; we both smiled a little as Cindi decided that maybe she shouldn't be so snippy with her Mom considering the current circumstances.

"So, you're really not mad at me?"

"Well, I'm a little upset about this and there is one thing we need to resolve right now, young lady."

I could see the look in Victoria's eyes, so I knew this was going to be good - she was playing with Cindi. You are so bad, Victoria, I thought. The fear was back in Cindi's eyes.

"Oh, God, Mom, anything, I promise I'll do anything to make it better, please tell me what I can do!"

"Well, it's my turn and you are in the way. Could you move over, please?"

I could see the wheels turning in Cindi's head as she tried to understand what her Mom was saying. Then her eyes opened very wide, she blushed bright red clear down to her chest, she gave a nervous little laugh, and jumped over to the other side of the bed as if she had been shot. She watched, fascinated, as Victoria stood up and started to undress. "MOM!!"

Although I was surprised, I was not very shocked as she undressed in front of us. Victoria had shown a flash of inventiveness in the past, although not what would be called kinky now days. There had been an interesting girlfriend swap with us and my roommate and his girlfriend in college. Victoria had gone with my roommate before me, and I had always been madly in love with his girlfriend, so it worked out well. Only thing was, everyone had been in on the plans except me. I did not learn until years later that while I thought Samantha was seducing me one weekend, Robert and Victoria had been off having one last fling. A month and a half later, Robert announced he and Samantha were getting married, as she was pregnant. I always wondered whose baby it was...

As Victoria finished getting undressed, she got up on the bed. When she gets home after a long trip, she usually likes to take me inside her right away the first time, without any foreplay. She is usually so horny she is ready to go right away. Then we play around later. As she lowered herself down on me, I thought Cindi was going to die. She was so embarrassed, and yes, there was a little bit of "EWWWW" as she watched her parents make love, but she was also riveted in place, fascinated; she could not have moved if she had wanted to.

Victoria reached over, took her hand, and pulled her over close to us again.

"Cindi, honey, climb up on Daddy's face and show me what he does to you that has made you so much better." Victoria looked over at me and smiled.

"MOM!!"

"It's ok, honey, Mom won't mind." I said.

"DAD!!!"

As Victoria put her arms around Cindi and moved her over, helping her get into position, Cindi covered her face with her hands. I think her whole body was bright red. "I cannot believe I am doing this," she moaned. "I am so embarrassed".

I put my hands on her hips, and lowered her down on my face, licking her pussy and sucking her clit into my mouth. She jerked, trembled and screeched quietly, and then seemed to forget all about her embarrassment. Amazing how that works, isn't it?

I was quickly getting overwhelmed. Two of my favorite four females in the whole world were making love to me. I was really pushing it with Cindi, as I wanted to make sure she had an orgasm before Victoria finished me off, but it was going to be close. Cindi was having problems sitting upright she was so turned on, and she leaned back against her Mom for support. Victoria put her arms around her waist and held on to her, whispering in her ear, asking her how it was, as she stroked her hair.

"Oh, God, Mom, you have no idea how good this feels!" Then she giggled. "Oops, yeah I guess you do!"

Cindi cried out as I pushed my finger up into her, as her orgasm overtook her. That, plus the sight of the two of them cuddled together, and the sound of Victoria's orgasm, was enough to set me off.

After we all calmed down a little and could almost breathe again, Cindi became aware again of where she was and what condition she was in. She turned beet red again, jumped off the bed and me saying, "I am SO embarrassed, I can't believe I did this, I got to go!" and ran out of the room. Victoria and I looked at each other and laughed.

"I'll go talk to her. She'll be ok," she said, as she got dressed and left the room. Later, she came back and said Cindi was ok, she was just really embarrassed, but they had a nice long talk and she would get over it. Victoria got undressed, climbed back in bed, and we proceeded to have our usual day of fun when she got home. Funny thing, the next day, it was always Amy that brought us food in the room. Cindi always seemed to be busy.

Nothing like that ever happened again. Neither Victoria nor Cindi did anything sexual with each other during that one time, nor did Victoria ever participate in any other sexual activities with Cindi and me again. Neither of them ever mentioned it again, nor did I. Cindi did, however, always blush so prettily anytime Victoria and I ever kissed, cuddled, or did anything even remotely sexual. I started paying more attention to when Victoria was coming home, and Cindi and I had a rule that we never did anything when Victoria was home or coming home.

Victoria and I had a long talk the next evening when the girls were out. She agreed that what was happening was good for Cindi and should continue. She did, however, formally express some ground rules, all of which I was following anyway. Her ground rules were a) this could only be with full consent of all parties involved. If at any time Cindi was to say no or express any doubts about continuing the relationship, I was to never touch her sexually again, nor was I to try to change her mind; b) there were to be no babies c) be careful, no diseases d) Cindi was to be encouraged to date when she felt comfortable and the time was right - this was not meant to be a permanent relationship e) unless she specifically asked, Victoria did not want to know any of the details, unless it was necessary for Cindi's well being, and f) Cindi was not meant as a replacement for Victoria. If Victoria ever felt that she was being neglected sexually or emotionally because of the relationship with Cindi, we would pull the plug on the whole deal, regardless of the circumstances. I agreed whole-heartedly to all the conditions, as she knew I would. There was never any jealousy between the two, Cindi managed to hide it from Amy (quite an amazing feat as we discovered later), and the situation continued until circumstances beyond anyone's control caused it to stop about six months later.

, and said they had tried culturing it in several mice. All of them died so quickly they were not able to find much out yet. No offense intended, he said, but he could not understand how Amy had survived, and so dramatically. This thing had quickly killed everything they had exposed it to. They had yet to identify it as anything they knew. He quickly reassured me that that did not mean it was unknown, new, or even mysterious; they just did not have a handle on it yet. I asked him if it could be something that had escaped culture, like a mutated or synthesized virus or bacteria. You mean like biological warfare agents, he asked, laughing. I laughed also and said it was just a far-fetched idea. We had a good laugh, but he had a faraway look in his eye when I left. He assured me he would let me know whatever he found out.

Next, I went to see Chief Haskin. After chatting for a while and catching up on our families, I asked him how the investigation was going on the accident. He looked at me strangely, and said the driver was drunk and ran a red light. I asked him if he had checked carefully for other causes. What was the cause of death? Usually dump truck drivers did not die from hitting cars. He looked at me in silence for a minute.

"Is there something you know that I don't?"

"No, I just have an uncomfortable feeling. Just being thorough. Do me a favor, will you? Look at it again. Yourself, personally. You know how paranoid Victoria is. I just want to be able to tell her we are sure."

He agreed he would check it out and let me know.

When I got back to the office, there was a small package waiting for me. It was a ballpoint pen. One of those fancy gel ones. This one was really fancy, though. It contained a cellular phone and a two-way paging radio. The Nextel type that paged anywhere in the country for instant two way talking. And network wide paging. A codebook listed various quick dial numbers. I was #1. Captain Jensen was #2. There were various other numbers listed. Amy and Victoria's cell phone numbers were listed, as was Katie's. However, Katie did not have a cell phone. Oops, yes she did, it was in the package also, nationwide service paid up for two years. She would be excited. Incidentally, the pen really did write also.

I changed my mind about letting "Victoria's people" know that I was providing security for my family now. I knew if I did that, Victoria would find out about it. I did not want that. It could put her in an uncomfortable light with her people. Also, I did not want her to know for her own protection. And... I just did not want her to know. Period. I wasn't so sure there was not a leak somewhere in her organization. I would just depend on the people I was working with to keep things under control. They were the ultimate professionals. Chances are "Victoria's people" would not even know they were there.

When I got home, I discovered a message on the answering machine from Victoria saying she would be home this weekend. Good. It was going to be a special time, because it was our birthday.

Yes, our birthday. One of the odd things about Victoria and I was that we shared the same birthday. We thought it was neat when we first started going together. Just another one of those similarities that attracted us from the beginning. Like both of us being shy growing up... Both of us being number one in our class in high school. Both of us being kind of nerds and computer geeks. Both of us being adopted. It was as if we were made for each other. We still felt that way. However, it made for really fun birthdays. It became a big family event, usually lasting for the whole weekend. We would go see her parents over the weekend also, almost like Christmas. It did help a lot in not forgetting her birthday. I guess it really wasn't that weird. There were four people in my grade school class that had the same birthday as me. I guess I could have married any one of them. Well, three of them, anyway. I would have had to change my sexual preference to marry the fourth one. Anyway, Victoria always managed to get home over that time. It was the one time she never failed to get off.

When I got home, Amy and Katie were already home. Katie was sitting there, all puffy eyed from crying, and Amy had her arm around her, looking serious. She had that 'do something, fix it daddy' look on her face. Uh oh. Another crisis. I hoped it was a silly teenage one, not something serious.

Well, I had plenty of experience with things like this with Cindi. Would I ever stop being sad when I thought about her? I went over, sat next to Katie, and put my arm around her. She dived into my chest and started sobbing. Katie is not as emotional as Cindi was, but she was not far off. She did know how to cry. I looked over at Amy. She just looked at me with big serious eyes and said nothing. Soon the waterworks dried up a little.

"Hey, pretty girl, want to tell me what the matter is?"

She shook her head no. I tickled her a little, getting a little smile.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded her head. So I tickled her some more. She started giggling. I kept tickling her until she was laughing and trying to get away. I held her down.

"Please, stop!" she giggled.

"What will you give me if I stop?"

"Anything!"

"Anything?" I smirked.

She giggled. "Well, almost anything. I lost that a long time ago!" Giggle.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for you telling me what the matter is, then."

Her lip quivered. "You cheated! That's not fair!"

"It can't be that bad, Katie. We will figure it out. Let me help you. That's what Daddy's are for."

"My mom kicked me out of the house!" she sobbed. "What am I going to do? I don't have anywhere to go, I have no money, and I can't even get a job." I kept myself from smiling. This was serious to her. But a 13-year-old even thinking she could get a job?

"Is there any other relative you could live with?" I asked.

"No one cares about me. Who cares about a foster child? Even my mother and father never really cared. I won't go live with my father! I won't! I won't! I will run away first! Even if there were someone that wanted me, I would have to move and not see Amy anymore. She is the only friend I have... I cannot go back to that empty place again...

"I'll kill myself first." She whispered in a tiny voice.

Amy looked terrified. My heart turned over. I lost it. I grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her.

"You will not! You will never do that! I won't allow it! You understand me!" I yelled at her. "I won't lose another daughter," I whispered, tears running down my face.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. You've been so nice to me. But, I will not go back to my father. And I won't leave Amy. I can't go back there... I can't. You have no idea what it's like... I would die."

She was serious. I could see it in her face. She was more upset than I had ever seen her, but at the same time, she was icy calm about what she said. She hugged Amy, sobbing.

"Well, it seems to me this is easy to fix. You can just stay here. You are here most of the time anyway. You can just move into... Cindi's room."

"I couldn't do that."

"Why? You don't like us?" I teased.

She missed the teasing. "Oh, no! It's not that! I love you people! I just couldn't impose on you."

"Cindi, you would not be imposing. I love you like a daughter. You are rapidly filling an empty place in me that I thought would never be filled again. You are more than welcome here as long as you want," I assured her.

She looked at me shyly, with tears in her eyes. "You called me Cindi," she said in a soft voice.

I looked at her, shocked. I thought back to what I had said. I had. She looked like her. She was taking her place in my heart. I had been afraid I would make that mistake and call her that someday.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not," she said, fervently. "I would love you to think of me as Cindi. I will gladly be your Cindi any day." We hugged each other and cried. I wondered if she would say that if she knew everything Cindi had been to me. Whom was I kidding? She probably would in a heartbeat. I was the one that had a problem with it. Even my wife did not mind.

Finally, I booted them off the couch.

"Go make supper, you two freeloaders. I have some work to do"

"Freeloaders! How dare you!" Amy giggled. Zing! I got out of there before the next pillow flew.

I went into the other room and called Victoria.

"Hello?"

"Hi!"

"Hi. Is everything ok? The last time you called me like this..."

"No," I reassured her. "Everything is fine."

"In that case, Hi! This is a pleasant surprise. I love hearing from you!"

"I have a question to ask you. Katie was kicked out of her house today. Can she stay here?"

Victoria squealed in delight. "Of course she can! You didn't even need to ask. Wait... there's more, isn't there?"

"Well... yeah. Promise you won't yell at me? And you'll tell me honestly what you really think?"

"Ok. What did you do? I am going to yell at you if you don't tell me pretty quick!"

"Well," I stalled, "I just found out that Katie is a foster child. What would you think about us... adopting her?"

There was a long pause. My heart was in my throat. Then I heard Victoria sniffle.

"Are you crying?"

"God, I love you so much!" she said firmly but quietly. "You are so sweet. I think that is the most wonderful idea I have ever heard. You really love her, don't you?"

"I can't explain it, Victoria. I miss Cindi so much, but when Katie is around, it is a little easier to take. I know she's not Cindi, but she just fits in there so well. She needs to have a family so bad, and she wants it to be us. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Mind? I think it is a wonderful idea. We can talk about it with her this weekend. We will need to talk to her mother. She can move into Cindi's room. Even some of her clothes..." Victoria was off and running. Being a Mom. I told her I had to go eat dinner and I would talk to her later.

When I went back into the kitchen, I remembered Katie's cell phone. I brought it into the kitchen.

"Here, Katie, I got this for you today."

Her mouth fell open. She looked at it as if I had just given her a new car. Amy ran over to look at it. They both jumped up and down in the middle of the floor, giggling. Dinner was forgotten for a while as they sat down and did those things that only teenagers know how to do with electronics. Did you know Amy can actually program the VCR we have? Certifiable genius. We do not use it much anymore, but she still programs it whenever it needs it, making sure I am in the room when she does it, just to irritate me. I finally took the phone away from them so we could eat. They looked like I had just taken their puppy to the pound.

"You can have it back after supper. Don't cry, Amy!" She stuck out her tongue at me.

"You must carry that with you everywhere you go, you understand, Katie?" She nodded. "Amy, do you carry yours with you all the time?"

"Usually."

"All the time, Amy. Without fail," I told her. Amy looked at me, head cocked to one side slightly. Then she gave me an imperceptible nod of her head, a serious look on her face.

"Yes, Daddy." I could see the question in her eyes.

Later that night, as I tried to go to sleep, I felt Amy slide into bed and snuggle up to me.

"Are you awake, Daddy?"

"Of course. How could I be asleep with a pretty girl cuddled up to me?"

"Flatterer!" she giggled. There was a pause. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked shyly.

What was this? Lack of confidence from Amy?

I turned over to face her. "Amy, you are just about the prettiest girl I have ever seen. You have to know you're pretty."

"Just about? I know. It's just... you're my Dad. I wasn't sure you would think so."

"It works the other way, pretty lady. Dad's always think their babies are pretty."

"So, do you think I'm as pretty as you did the last time I was in bed with you?" she giggled. I knew right away what she was referring to — the time her hand had accidentally brushed against me. She reached over slowly, and laid her hand against me. "Oh my goodness! I guess so!" She removed her hand. "Thank you, Daddy."

Then, she got to why she really came to see me.

"What's wrong, Daddy? Why do you seem so sad tonight?"

"I'm sorry, honey. I have just been... really missing Cindi today. Some days are worse than others... this has been a bad one." I confessed.

"I know. If you could have anything, Daddy, other than having her back — that's a given — what would you want?"

"I think I would just like to talk to her one more time. Just hear her voice one more time."

"Close your eyes, Daddy," Amy said softly.

As I lay there with my eyes closed, wondering what was going to happen, knowing if Amy was involved it would be good and not boring, I felt a soft kiss on my cheek.

"I'm so glad to be here with you, Daddy, I just love you so much and I know that you love me too and I just miss you so much Daddy and you know I would be here with you if I could, please don't be sad for me Daddy I can't stand to see you sad you know I love you and take good care of Mommy and Amy and Katie for me, ok Daddy?"

My God! Cindi! It was her voice, her way of speaking! I missed those run on sentences. Before I could open my eyes in shock, Amy put her hands gently on my eyelids.

"Uh uh. Keep those eyes closed, or she will go away. Wait here." I felt her leave my side.

A minute later, I swear I felt Cindi's body snuggle up to me. I continued to hear Cindi speaking softly to me, telling me how much she loved me, holding me, kissing me gently on my neck and cheek. Then she said goodbye and left me.

When Amy told me, I opened my eyes. Katie was snuggled up to me, smiling shyly, eyes bright and moist. Amy was smiling gently.

"Ok, I understand the body, which was Katie — she looks and feels so much like Cindi. Thank you, dear." I said, as I kissed her. She blushed. "But where did the voice come from, the manner of speaking?"

Amy laughed. "Daddy, I have lived with Cindi for 13 years. We went everywhere together. We shared thoughts, good times and bad. I know her maybe better than she knew herself. I am Cindi and she is me. I can be Cindi for you anytime you want. All you had to do was ask. I wasn't sure I wouldn't make you sadder if I was her for you, so I didn't dare." She bit her lower lip, a sign she was thinking of asking something. "Have you been dreaming of her?" she asked softly. She noticed my look of surprise. "Me too. Very realistic dreams." She tilted her head to the side. "I don't know what it means. Go to sleep now, Daddy."

Katie started to get up off the bed.

"Oh, no, little girl. After that performance, you have to play Cindi all night tonight. You're sleeping here with me." I said as I held her hands. Amy looked at Cindi's face and laughed. "Not like that, dear. Just to snuggle." I told her.

"Darn!" Katie said sheepishly. She and Amy snuggled with me all night long, one on each side. It was the best night's sleep I had had in awhile. It was the first time I went all night without missing Cindi, feeling sad about her. I love my girls!

I woke up the next morning feeling as well loved as a man could be. Katie was laying on top of me (God, she reminds me of Cindi more every day!) and Amy was snuggled as close to me as she could get without being on top of me, with her head on my shoulder and her arm and one leg thrown over me. Man, I have cuddly girls! Since both of them have really long hair, one blond and the other black, there was hair scattered all over the bed, making a pretty two-tone collage. I just lay there for a while, enjoying the view, with a lump in my throat.

Finally, I decided it was time to begin the arduous task of getting these pretty, sleepy little teenagers up for the day. What is it with these kids, anyway? They are the most impressive bundles of energy all day long, never tiring out; but as soon as they hit the bed, waking them up is like waking up the dead. Maybe I should just make thunder noises in Amy's ear — that would wake her up! Maybe not — she was already in daddy's bed, where she runs to be safe! They moaned and groaned, whined and whimpered as I tried to convince them to get out of bed. Finally, I had to use the nuclear option; the threat of a glass of ice water over their heads. Their eyes flew open immediately when I threatened that; "You wouldn't dare!" they protested, with this 'would you?' look in their eyes. What would adults ever do for fun without teenagers to tease?

I got the girls bundled off to school and then went to work. There was nothing new on either the hospital or the police front as far as the investigations. Everything was fine until about 11:30, when I received a call from the school to come pick up my daughter. The school assured me that she was fine, but I needed to take her home. Puzzled, I arrived to find Amy and Katie in the waiting room of the principal's office. Both looked somewhat disheveled. Amy was mad! Katie looked scared. Before I could talk to them, the principal called me into his office. After introducing himself and exchanging pleasantries, we got down to business.

"We had an altercation here at the school involving your daughter Amy and, as I understand it, another young lady that is in your care, Katie. I brought you in here before you talked to them to let you know that all the eyewitness accounts, and my investigation has verified that neither your daughter nor Katie were to blame for the situation that developed. They did not start it. Your daughter did, however, finish it in rather spectacular fashion. If it were not for Katie's calming influence on Amy, things could have gotten out of hand."

"What happened? How did it all start?" I asked.

"There is a group of girls and boys here who have never liked, nor gotten along with the group of cheerleaders your daughter and Katie are a part of. They have never gotten along well, but there has never been a problem before. Apparently that changed today, due to some emotional stress you daughter has been under?"

"Amy has been under a lot of stress. In the last two months, she has almost died herself from a very serious illness and her twin sister was killed in an automobile accident. She has made remarkable progress in the last couple of weeks, but she is still a little fragile and unstable at times. So, what did the unfortunate "victims" make the mistake of saying or doing to Amy?" I enquired.

"I really hate to even go into what happened, as it was rather crude, but you have a right to know. Apparently, Katie has never been very popular with the crowd outside her immediate circle of friends, and she has been teased a lot. She also apparently has at least a reputation among the gossip crowd of being more sexually active than most of the other girls. We have seen no proof of that, but the rumor is there. Apparently, one of the boys that she has refused to date called her a slut. Several of the girls friendly with him joined in. This has happened before, but this is the first time Amy heard it. Amy calmly informed them that if they wished to continue living in the manner they had become accustomed, they would not refer to her friend that way. Apparently the two of them have gotten quite close." He stopped speaking at this point.

"Yes, they have. But so far you haven't told me anything that would account for my daughter and her friend being in the principal's office." I looked at him questioningly.

"That's true. This part is painful for me to relate to you. Apparently, the group in question then turned their attention to Amy, and... um... asked her if she was going to defend this slut since her own slut sister wasn't around anymore."

I gasped and turned white, I am sure. The principal looked very upset and concerned.

"I guess I should ask at this point how many of those children are still in the hospital."

"It was over pretty quickly. Your daughter seems to have had some good teachers in the art of self-defense. All four of the offending students were on the ground in very short order. By that time, Katie was over her shock and removed Amy from the scene. Fortunately, none of the students were seriously hurt. I think once the parents understand what happened and the ramifications of the nature of the teasing, it will all blow over quickly. I would, however, encourage you to talk to your daughter about over reacting to unpleasant stimuli."

I thanked the principal for his time and understanding, and went out to collect my little juvenile delinquents. Amy appeared to be more scared than angry now; Katie, not knowing how I dealt with such situations, was very scared. I took them out to the car, put them in, and headed for home, without saying a word.

"Daddy..." Amy started.

"Not now, Amy. We will talk when we get home." Both of them looked unhappy.

When we got inside the house, we all sat down on the couch.

"First of all, are either of you hurt?" I asked calmly.

They both shook their heads no.

"Ok. Good. Now, suppose you two explain to me why I had to go down to the school today to pick up my daughter, my sweet gentle daughter who is the apple of my eye, who has never been in trouble in her life, to take her home, because of fighting. Fighting??? What got into you, Amy? I never thought I would be disappointed in you." I looked at Katie. "I'm glad at least someone had enough sense to do the smart thing." I sighed in frustration. I saw Amy's eyes fill with tears. Since she had been a little girl, the most effective way to discipline her was to show disappointment in her.

"Daddy..." Tears flowed down her face as her lower lip trembled and her voice shook. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

I pulled her over onto my lap and hugged her close, as she put her arms around my neck and cried. After a few minutes, she calmed down. I wiped her tears, held a Kleenex to her nose, and told her to blow. She gave me an 'I'm not a baby' look, and then blew her nose.

I kissed her forehead. "Tell me, honey, what happened."

"We were minding our own b... b... business and they started c... c... calling Katie a slut and I told them to s... s... stop, and then they called Cindi a slut," she sobbed. "Cindi wasn't a slut, Daddy, she was r... r... raped! She wasn't a slut!" She cried softly, tears rolling down her face. Katie was looking at us, eyes wide in horror, as she started crying also. She obviously had never heard about what Amy was referring to. She looked terrified; I really did not like the look on her face. 'Please, do not let this mean what I think it means' I prayed.

"And so you beat them up. Amy, both the principal and I were impressed how you handled yourself, but what were you trying to accomplish?

"I was protecting Cindi!" she whispered. She looked at me, confused.

"From what, Amy? Amy, honey, I am so sorry, but Cindi is dead. How did it help her by what you did? How would she have been hurt if you had walked away? Amy, honey, you risked getting hurt, and hurting others, being kicked out of school, and maybe even spending time in juvenile detention had someone been severely hurt. You also risked Katie getting hurt had the fight gone differently. Did you think of that? Did you think that if you get kicked out of school you would have to go to another school different from Katie?"

Amy was crying again, her eyes wide in shock as she looked at Katie. Katie was not paying attention to us; she had a dazed look on her face, as if she was in another world. I was afraid the world her mind was in right now was not a very pleasant place. I was worried about her. Something was going on here.

"What would you have done, Daddy?" Amy asked in a tiny voice.

I sighed. I knew we were going to get here eventually. All I could do was be honest with her.

"Amy, I would probably have kicked their asses, just like you did. And I would have been just as wrong as you were. Reactions like what you had in that situation must be reserved for situations where life is in danger, or protecting the well-being of others, or even defense of property. But you must pick the times very carefully when such actions are used."

"I'm so sorry, Daddy! I didn't think. I just got so mad. Please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you, honey. I understand. You have been through some hard times lately. I probably would have done the same thing had someone said those things about Cindi, especially now. I am not so upset at what you did, honey. I just want you to think next time, that this does not become a habit in how you react to these situations. By the way, honey, where did you learn how to fight like that?"

"I didn't. I just knew what to do. I don't know how."

I turned to Katie.

"Katie, honey, why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed?" She pulled herself away from her thoughts and went into the bathroom.

"Ok, Amy, I've gotten Katie out of here so she doesn't hear things she shouldn't. Now, ask what I can see in your eyes you want to ask."

"What about Mommy, Daddy? How do the things she does fit into this? What about the time at the fair?"

"The fair was a different situation. Both you and your Mother's well-being, if not your life were in danger. They meant to at least rape the two of you. Maybe your Mother over-reacted, but she had reason to be worried and that is how she has been trained. Amy, your Mother is an adult. All adults have to make decisions to do the things they feel are right. Your Mother's job requires her to do things that in other situations or for other people would be wrong. I know she only uses her abilities in situations where she has to, in self-defense or in defense of her family. I have talked to others in her organization and verified that. Even though she is totally committed to what she does, there are many times when she comes home after being out of town that she cries at night when she thinks I am asleep. Don't ever tell her I know that. She pays a price for what she feels has to be done. I respect her greatly for that."

"I understand, Daddy. So you do know what Mommy's job is?"

"Yes, sweetie, I know what she does; I just let her think I don't. I have told you that, too. It is sometimes better to not broadcast everything you know."

Amy looked at me thoughtfully. "Like not telling us everything you do also, right Dad?"

I reached over and kissed her on the cheek. "I think it's time for you to go to bed, Amy. Go kick Katie out of the shower before she uses all the hot water."

After everything that went on that day, and the long talk with Amy, I could not sleep that night. I went down into the basement and watched TV, hoping to fall asleep on the couch. But all I could think of was that look on Katie's face and in her eyes. I hoped she was ok.

und him alone?" She cocked an eyebrow in mock severity.

Amy's sense of humor takes a little getting used to, and Victoria is not around as often as I am. Besides, who would have expected humor out of the Wicked Bitch of the West that we had seen over the last two weeks?

"Oh, honey it's just that Daddy is special to me too and I don't want him to get hurt. I know he wouldn't defend himself... Oh, you! You're teasing me, aren't you?" Victoria said accusingly.

Amy giggled, a decidedly welcome sound, especially of late. "I'm sorry, Mom. I just couldn't resist. I get Daddy so often; I have to get you when I can."

"Well, I was thinking of forgiving you, but because of that, I think I will hold a grudge a little longer... until you prove yourself, little lady!"

Amy's face fell. "Mom, I know..."

Victoria's face beamed. "Ha! I got you too! It's ok, Amy. I could never hold a grudge against you. Your Dad would never let me, even if I wanted to. You're his favorite, you know." Suddenly, her face got serious as she saw the look on Amy's face and realized what she had said. "Oh, Amy! I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking!"

Amy smiled weakly. "It's ok, Mom. She's unlikely to be someone we're ever going to forget. We have to just act normal and deal with the memories as they come."

They hugged each other and Victoria headed for the airport.

I had been watching Amy as she bantered with her Mom, trying to get a feel for how she was feeling, and which Amy we were seeing today. Now we were alone together.

"So, how are you feeling, Amy? Really." I asked softly.

She came over and hugged me, burying her face in my shirt.

"How am I feeling? Really? Tired. Washed out. Embarrassed. Ashamed, at what I put you guys through. Sad - I miss Cindi. Not as lonely as before. I think Katie is going to be a good friend. Nervous about going back to school and watching everyone dance around me, not knowing what to say. I don't even know what I want them to say. Nervous about how I am going to react. Will I blow up and become Amy the Hun again when someone gets up the courage to say something? Will it be God help the first idiot that says something stupid? Look what I did to you this weekend; you were trying to help and I didn't even mean to hit you. Am I going to become like Mom where certain things set me off? Something happened to her in her past to make her that way, you know. I know it is useful to her in her job to be able to turn it on and off, but she does not seem to be able to control it in certain situations outside of that. I think the talk with Katie helped me a lot. I don't know, Daddy. This is uncharted waters for all of us. And I haven't talked this much in a long time. My mouth is dry."

I smiled. She was still on this kick of the 'talk with Katie'. The girl was desperate because of an empty place in her mind that could never be filled, and suddenly, with a six-hour talk, that fear was gone and everything was ok? Maybe in some sappy erotic internet story on SOL or something, but I didn't believe it. I had missed too many clues in the past and it had cost Amy dearly; I was not falling for this one until I was sure. Time to do some research. However, something else she said interested me more now.

"Amy, you mentioned something about your Mom's job. Why would that be useful as a computer troubleshooter?"

Amy just looked at me silently, giving me that classic Amy 'Who is this stupid two headed alien and what has he done with my Dad' look. Oh well, it was worth a try. I guess I was going to have to be more direct.

"Amy, do you know what Mom's job really is?"

Eye roll. 'How stupid do you think I am?' look. Yep. She was definitely recovering. "Of course, don't you?"

"Um... actually, no I don't. I have made some guesses, but they are just that. So, how can you know and I don't?"

"Oops. I'm sorry, Daddy, I was just kidding you when I said that. I assumed you knew or I wouldn't have teased you like that. I'm sorry."

"So, tell me. What is it? And how do you know?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I can't tell you, I promised Mommy I would never tell anyone. She specifically included you in that promise. You will just have to figure it out for yourself as I did. However, you might not want to. I still feel bad about the look on her face when I told her what I knew. She really doesn't want us to know, and she really has a good reason for keeping it secret. Don't figure it out unless you're prepared to make her very sad. I think she's afraid if you knew, you wouldn't love her anymore. She doesn't seem to see what I can see, that that could never happen."

Certifiable genius. What was she going to be like when she grew up and became really smart?

I took Amy to school. She seemed to be handling it well as I dropped her off and her friends surrounded her. I hoped she had a good day. She deserved some good for a change. She had had a rough couple of months. Not as rough as some people, but... I pushed the sadness away and headed to work.

The hospital did not receive any benefit by my finally coming into work. I spent the whole day at work on the internet looking up mental connections among twins. What I found was interesting, and scary.

There wasn't a whole lot of hard data out there, but some interesting studies and more interesting theories and "conclusions". The first thing I found interesting was that the mental connection that Amy and Cindi had was variable in expression from case to case and was most often found in identical twins, not fraternal twins. Although all of it was rare, it was rarer in non-identical twins. It was often stronger than this case, but it was not unknown to get stronger. It was extremely rare in non-twins. Sometimes it bled over into family members. The scary thing was that often one twin did not survive the death of the other twin. We were lucky with Amy, but I did not think it was really luck. She showed the classic symptoms of those that did not survive, usually terminating in suicide or wasting away, losing the will to live. After reading the information, I felt even stronger that, somehow, Katie had saved our little girl. As I read further, it was clear to me that she did not do it by just talking to her, as Amy claimed! Not that it mattered; I knew in my heart that Katie would never cause harm to Amy; she just wanted to help. I wondered if she was getting something out of it too.

I let work early. I knew they meant well, but I just got tired of dealing with the consolation callers and visitors. I knew I would always remember Cindi, but I wanted it to be at times when I was ready to deal with it, not walking down the hall and suddenly having to go through it all again. I knew I would have to get used to it, but not today.

I walked in the house at the same time as Amy and Katie. Amy looked better than she had in awhile - she and Katie were laughing, joking, and having a good time. Amy did one of her favorite "get Daddy" things when she saw me behind her. She started telling Katie all about a really steamy sexual relationship she was having with this hot older guy at school, just so I could overhear. We both knew it was untrue, but she knew it made my heart go flip-flop that my little girl was growing up. She would act surprised when she saw me, and stop talking about it. Only problems were, a) she couldn't keep from giggling because she thought it was so darn funny, and b) since she knew little about the practical aspects of sex (make that nothing, I hope!) she would often describe acts that were either physically impossible for normal humans or at least were not possible by 108 lb, 13 year old teenage girls. Let her have her fun. I'll have mine when she brings her first boyfriend home.

"Hi Daddy! Katie and I are going to make you dinner tonight. Katie's staying for dinner."

I groaned. "Can Katie cook? I've tasted your cooking!" I am not stupid. I always say things like that in the living room, because couch pillows are the most likely thing she will pick up there to throw at me. They hurt much less than other things. Zing! There it came.

"DAD!" She shrieked. "I'm a good cook!" She was, too.

"Yeah, and I'm Napoleon Bonaparte," I muttered. Zing! Another one.

"Sir, is it alright if I stay?" Katie asked shyly. The manners on this girl are unbelievable. I still cannot get over a shy Katie. Although she is quiet, she does not seem to be shy around anyone else.

"Absolutely not." I stated emphatically. Amy gave me a dirty look. Zing! "Not unless you call me Patrick. You are welcome in this house anytime, Katie," I assured her. "It's Amy we're sick of and are trying to get to move out as soon as possible. Say! Do you want to move into her room when we get rid of her?" Zing! Ok, all the couch pillows were on the floor, I could stop now. Katie looked at me strangely, almost with a hopeful look. What was going on there?

"Forget it, Daddy. When I move out, maybe tomorrow, she is going to be my roommate." She gave me her best 'little girl begging daddy' look. "Can I borrow some money for rent?" Then she dissolved into giggles as Katie looked at both of us like we were nuts. Ah yes, my sweet Amy was back. Fortunately, probably thanks to Katie, we did not have pepperoni and sausage pizza with spumoni ice cream for supper.

Victoria called as we were finishing with dinner. She would be home in 20 minutes. Amy put her on speakerphone.

"Are you hungry, Mom? Katie and I cooked dinner!"

"Well, maybe if Katie helped... it's not pizza is it?" she teased.

"MOM!! Not you too?!?" Amy had a huge grin on her face. One of the few people I have seen that actually likes to be teased. Katie just looked lost. Amy chattered away to her Mom, ignoring our attempts to tell her she could talk to her live in 20 minutes.

"Ok, Amy, I'm pulling up in front of the house. You can hang up now." Amy sure loves to stretch out a joke. She continued to talk until Victoria, standing right next to her, reached over, took the phone out of her hand, and hung it up. We smiled tolerantly as Amy giggled helplessly. Katie seemed to think it was the funniest thing, too. Teenagers!

Amy decided to go to Rebecca's house later with Katie. She said it would be way too noisy around here to get any studying done, throwing looks at us. Katie looked confused, and then blushed as she realized what Amy was saying. It looked like maybe Katie was spending the night. She did not seem in any hurry to go home. That's ok, I like having her around. I just wondered how long my heart would go flip-flop when I caught her out of the corner of my eye and thought I saw Cindi standing there.

Victoria and I cuddled together on the couch, kissing softly and gently. I stroked her beautiful hair, and kissed her neck. God, I had missed her this time. I wanted to spend more time with her; I wanted her around more. She was my wife, my lover, my sweetheart, my soul mate. There could never be another. I had known that since the first week we had dated. I knew her job was important, both to her, and in the grand scheme of things. I knew I was probably just feeling vulnerable because of Cindi. However, I was afraid for her. I could not bear the thought of her getting hurt, or worse. I did not think "her people" could protect her as they had promised me. They had failed in San Francisco. They had failed at the fair. They had failed in the "car accident". A thought entered my head unbidden. Had they failed when Amy got sick? Had they failed with Cindi's accident? I did not know, but I was damn well going to find out. If I found out that Amy's sickness or Cindi's death were not accidents, those responsible would wish they were dealing with Victoria. They would find out what my eyes, dark green like Victoria's and Amy's, looked like when I let the monster loose. It would be directed against Victoria's protectors as well as her enemies if I found out they had been involved or negligent in their duties. However, I knew I could no longer let the protection of my family rest in the hands of strangers that I did not trust. I just could not leave them out there all by themselves. If "her people" could not, or would not, protect them, I would. If they got in the way, they would be sorry and I would not be responsible for what happened.

I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders. Many years ago, I had walked away from something I did not think I could do anymore, something I was one of the best in the world at. I think I always knew in the back of my mind that the day would come when I could not live with that decision anymore. That day was now here. I could not ignore the danger my family might be in and live with myself. I was not sure I could live with myself anyway if Cindi's death turned out to be not an accident and I had not acted sooner. I was good at what I did in medicine. In the top three, or better, in the country. I was now going to go back, at least part time, at least for a while, to something I was even better at. For the best reason in the world. To protect my girls. However, this time I would make sure it did not change me into something I did not want to be.

Victoria smiled at me as I laughed aloud. I smiled at her.

"God, I love you so much!"

She smiled happily. "I love you too. What brought that on? Besides the obvious?" she grinned as she looked at my lap.

"Wait here. I'll be back in a little while."

She looked confused, but folded her hands in her lap and relaxed. I ran into the bathroom, and started to fill the tub with water. I put the bubble bath in and then waited for the tub to fill with hot, almost too hot water. I ran back to her, grinning like an idiot. She was smiling, looking at me as if I had lost my mind. I took her hands, and gently pulled her to her feet. I kissed her, softly and sensually, and I heard her breath catch in her throat. Or was it mine? Ok, ours. I slowly started taking her clothes off, kissing each part of her body as it became exposed. She closed her eyes and shivered. When she was completely naked, looking like the goddess she just had to be, I stood there silently, just watching her, not moving. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me. She tilted her head slightly to the side, as I had seen Amy do so often, and looked at me.

"My turn?" she asked. I nodded, unable to speak. She slowly, sensuously removed my clothes, piece by piece. When she was done, she held my hands loosely, and looked into my eyes, unshed tears filling hers. "I love you so much," she whispered.

"Close you eyes," I murmured. I kissed her and then I reached down and picked her up in my arms.

"Patrick!" she squealed, laughing.

"Uh uh. Eyes closed." I repeated.

I carried her into the bathroom. I lowered her into the bubble bath water.

"What are you doing?" she asked, as I took the washcloth and started to wash her. She leaned back and sighed happily, then closed her eyes again. "Amy says this doesn't work so well this way; that it works much better if you get in too."

"Oh? And what else did you and Amy talk about, huh?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? Get in here, you dummy."

"Move forward, little tub piggy."

"Tub piggy! You should talk! Amy said there almost wasn't enough room in here for her, because of all the room taken up by a certain body part of a certain person that shall remain nameless!" she giggled.

Ok, that was more information than I needed! I hurried up and got in the tub, blushing furiously, before I got embarrassed even further. Victoria laughed delightedly at me.

"You are just too funny!" she got out between giggles.

She leaned back against me, closed her eyes, and relaxed. I gently started washing her body. She was just so beautiful it took my breath away. I paid special attention to her breasts, to make sure they were clean. Then I put the washcloth aside, and paid extra special attention to another very special area with my fingers. She must have really liked that, because after a few minutes, she cried out softly, her whole body tensed up and then she shook all over, whimpering softly. She shivered, and pushed against my hand.

"Please. I can't take anymore."

I continued to touch her softly, and after a few moments she cried out "Oh, God, not again?" She trembled all over and then collapsed against me. I stroked the inside of her thigh softly.

When she started to breath again, I lifted her up, slid underneath her, and set her down, inserting myself slowly all the way up inside her in one smooth motion. I felt her tremble all over, as I softly rubbed her stomach, making love to her slowly.

"What are you doing to me?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

"Showing you how much I love you. Victoria, you are my life. I would do anything for you," I whispered, as we climaxed together.

We lay there for a long time, enjoying the glow. Then we heard the front door open and close, sweet little teenage voices chattering back and forth, giggling and laughing almost continuously. We grinned, knowing we were about to gross out our young daughter again.

Amy and Katie walked into the bathroom, looking for us. I don't know what they expected to find — it was a bathroom, after all — but they stopped dead in their tracks. They both blushed all the way down to their toes. Amy did not screech and run away this time. They both looked at us tenderly.

"God, Mom and Dad, that is just about the hottest, sexiest thing I have ever seen!" Amy blurted out and then they turned around silently, and went to Amy's room. We heard the door close softly.

Later, we all sat down to watch one of the girl's sappy romantic movies. Amy and Katie were cuddled up on either side of me, and Victoria sat on may lap, snuggling. Amy, for once, did not say a word about our making out. She told me later that we just had a glow about us that she could not bear to mess up. I saw her and Katie look sideways at us a few times, smiling.

Later, as we went to bed, Amy gave me an especially long hug, and a tender kiss. Katie looked at me longingly. I held out my arms, and she flew into them eagerly, blushing furiously. What was it about this sexy little girl, rumored to be so experienced, that she blushed around me so often?

Later, Victoria and I lay in bed talking quietly. As happens so often between the two of us, she brought up the very subject I had been thinking about.

"Honey, I think we should do something special for Katie. She saved Amy. I know we can't ever repay her for what she did, but I think we should show her how much we care, how much we appreciate her and what she did for us." Victoria looked at me, eyebrows raised, waiting for my answer.

"I was actually thinking the same thing. I just didn't want to mention it; I didn't want you to think I was just trying to get into her panties!" I teased. "I thought about buying her a car, but she can't drive yet and I wanted something more immediate. I thought about paying for her college tuition, but that is a long way off too. What do you think she would really like?"

"Well," Victoria mused, biting her lower lip (she looks just as cute as Amy does when she does that!), "I think you have already hit on the right idea; you just mentioned it."

"The car? College? But they're so impersonal and far away."

"No, silly. The other idea you had. Why don't you get into her panties?"

"VICTORIA!!"

She giggled like a teenager. Sounded just like Amy when she teases me.

"You are so much fun! Actually, I'm serious. You do know she is madly in love with you, don't you?"

"Oh, come on! She can't be! She's 13; I'm 37. That's ridiculous!"

"Since when does age have anything to do with it? All the girls know it. Ask Amy. Why do you think you two end up in a room together alone so often? They think it's "cute" and clear out to give you two some time alone together. It's not as if you're not attracted to her. I've seen the way you look at her when you think I'm not watching!"

"You're crazy!" I exclaimed. "She's a very pretty girl, cute as all get out and sweet as they come. But..."

"But she reminds you so much of Cindi it almost makes you cry. And I know how much you loved her." Victoria interrupted.

"I could never do that to you, Victoria." My heart pounded in my chest. "Don't you love me anymore? Are you tired of me?" I whispered, shaken.

Victoria gasped. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry! I should have known you would misunderstand me that way. You should know better than that, especially after tonight. I'm not talking about undying love, or marriage, or replacing what we have. Look, we want to do something special for Katie, something she wants more than anything else. The poor girl is hurting, honey, and her life is shit. Her words, not mine. The best thing in her life right now is her friendship with Amy. It's the only thing that keeps her from wallowing in despair and depression. There is only one thing she really wants in this world, and that is for you to make love to her. She knows she can't have you; she knows she could never take you away from me, and she wouldn't do that to me anyway. I love her and she loves me. If that is what she wants more than anything in the world, I would be more than willing to share her when I am out of town. I know you get lonely, and you don't have Cindi anymore. Give her what she wants. God knows she deserves some happiness for a change. Honey, I am not threatened by a 13 year old girl. Hell, if Cindi didn't interfere with our love, no one could.

"Victoria..."

"I'm not giving you permission to have sex with anyone you want," she interrupted me again. "I'm giving you permission, encouraging you, to give one very special girl that we both love like our own daughter, now even more than ever, a very special gift that would mean the world to her. Who knows, maybe you can reach inside that shell and help her deal with the demons she has in there. I know from Cindi how good you are at that. Just promise me you'll think about it, ok?" She reached over and kissed me.

"Can I talk now?"

"Sure," she laughed. "Unless I think of something else to interrupt you about!"

"Sweetheart, you are amazing. Do you have any idea how much I love you, even though you scare the hell out of me sometimes? I never knew you were so kinky! What is going to happen if you regret doing this? Or get jealous? What if you really don't mean this, and I do it, and you hate me for it because I was supposed to know you wanted me to say no? What would happen if Amy found out? She would hate me forever for cheating on you; at least the incredibly short time forever would be before she killed me. Maybe you have forgotten that punch, but I haven't!"

Victoria laughed happily. She was really enjoying this!

"You are just so precious! We both know I don't play those games, setting you up for a test to see how you will perform. If I was not prepared to offer her this, I wouldn't have brought it up. I would have no need to bring it up unless I was serious and sure about it; you never would have thought about it. I know you would have never tried anything with her; she would have to drag you kicking and screaming to bed like Cindi did. If I regret it or get jealous, which I won't if you don't start ignoring me, we just stop it right there. Katie would know nothing like this was permanent or irrevocable. She just wants a little bit of happiness for a while, and you are the only one she trusts. As for Amy finding out, you might be more surprised about that than you think. She clears out of the room to leave you two alone too, you know. Please, honey, just tell me you'll think about it. It's your decision."

"Ok. I can see I'm not going to get any sleep tonight if I don't shut up and give in. Some of us have to work tomorrow. I will think about it, Ok. Just for you. And, just for the record, I did not kick when Cindi dragged me to bed. Screamed, yes, but I did not kick!"

She squealed in delight, and kissed me. Then she straddled me and took me up inside of her. All the while she rode me she whispered in my ear. Telling me how cute and sexy Katie's body would look. Telling me how pretty she was. Describing in great detail all the things Katie would do to me. All the things I could do to her. Telling me how soft, smooth and firm her cute little body would feel. Laughing softly and merrily at how hard I was, and how fast I came up inside her. We fell asleep with her on top of me. I slept all night long, dreaming of Cindi and Katie. I dreamed that Cindi told me it was ok; make poor Katie as happy as I had made her. She helped me to make love to her the first time, showed me what she would like and showed me how to make her happy. After Katie fell asleep in the dream, stretched out happily next to me, purring like a little kitten in her sleep, Cindi told me she loved me ever so much, that she would never stop loving me. She put a beautiful red rose on my chest, closed my eyes gently with her fingers, and gently helped me to go to sleep. It was the most wonderful dream I had ever had. I knew even in the dream that I was just dreaming, but it felt so real.

When I woke up in the morning, Victoria was already gone. As I lay there, slowly waking up, lying on my back, I saw a beautiful red rose, lying on my chest. I wondered why Victoria had left me a rose, and where she had gotten it. She had never done that before. I later found a note telling me she had been called out of town unexpectedly this morning and that she would look forward to seeing me again. She told me she loved me more than life itself.

After I took a shower, made breakfast, kicked Amy and Katie's cute little butts out of bed (we had convinced Katie, after much argument from Victoria, Amy and me that she could stay in Cindi's room whenever she stayed over) and got them off to school, I figured I might as well get started with what I had to do.

I picked up the phone, and dialed a long distance number. I then got another dial tone. I dialed a second long distance number. I got a dial tone again. Finally, I dialed a third long distance number. The line seemed to go dead for about five seconds. I now had a secure, untraceable line. Then the phone was picked up, and a female voice said "yes?"

"Do you recognize my voice?" I asked.

There was a brief hesitation. "Yes, sir!" she said softly.

"I would like to speak to Captain Jensen, please," I asked politely.

A brief hesitation again. "Yes, sir! Please hold on and I will connect you, sir!"

Ten seconds later, the phone was answered again.

"Captain Jensen speaking. How may I help you?"

"Do you recognize my voice?" I asked again.

There was a slight note of surprise in his voice. "Yes, sir, I do."

"My authorization code is Alpha Tango seven three four six X-ray. Please repeat that back to me," I requested.

"Yes, sir. Alpha Tango seven three four six X-ray, verified, sir. My authorization code is Delta four seven three Charley. Please repeat that back to me, sir."

"Your authorization code is Delta four seven three Charley," I repeated.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

"Please activate plans G and K, effective immediately, for numbers 1, 2, 3 and 5. Attach codes P and T to those plans, please," I continued.

I heard a slight intake of breath. He answered in a quiet tone of voice.

"Yes, sir. Activate plans G and K effective immediately, for subjects 1, 2, 3, and 5. Attach codes P and T. Am I to understand that number 4 is not to be involved, sir?"

"Number 4 is no longer active, Captain."

"I understand, sir. I am sorry to hear that, sir. You understand that I need you to repeat this back to me to verify, sir."

"I understand, Captain. Activate plans G and K, effective immediately, for subjects 1, 2, 3, and 5. Attach codes P and T," I repeated.

"Thank you, sir. What intensity are you requesting, sir?" he asked.

"Intensity code M, Captain."

"Are you sure, sir?" He blurted out, without thinking.

I smiled. "Yes, Captain, I am quite sure."

"I'm sorry, sir, of course you are sure, sir. Intensity code M, sir. What response codes are you requesting, sir?"

"Response codes E and I, Captain," I answered.

"Yes, sir. Response codes E and I, sir. This request will be activated in about ten minutes, and will be fully active in twelve hours, sir. It will remain active until terminated by you personally, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"

"Thank you, Captain. That will be all for now."

"Thank you, sir. Please contact us if we can be of further assistance, sir. And sir... Welcome back, sir! It is good to hear from you again, sir!

"Thank you, Captain," I said, and hung up the phone.

I sat in the chair, thinking. I had done what I could to make my family as safe as possible. I would have to notify "Victoria's people" of the change in protection. If they got in our way, that was their tough luck, but I did not want them ignorantly stumbling into something. Now it was time to start finding out if someone had been messing with my babies. God help them if they had, because no one else would be able to.

ed it cause you came really good and so did I and it was really nice and I was so happy after we spent all night... um... you know... doing it... and I said I would never touch you again if you didn't want..." I put my hand over her mouth.

"Cindi, take a breath, you're turning blue. You can start a new sentence every now and then, you know".

"Oh, Daddy, you're teasing me! (No, I wasn't - she was turning blue!). Anyway, I really tried to stay away from you but I just miss you and cuddling with you and doing other things so much that I just can't stand it I'm such a baby and Amy saw I was so unhappy today and I hadn't cuddled with you for a long time and she told me to come see you tonight..."

Uh oh! "Amy told you to come see me?"

"Yeah, she said whenever she is down she cuddles with you and that cheers her up, Course, I think she was just lying to cheer me up cause Amy's never down".

"Cindi, I think you are misremembering what was said. You never said you would never touch me again - you said we would never do what we did again if I didn't want to."

"I know, but I just don't think I can just cuddle with you and not want to do more. And I want to cuddle so badly!"

What a mess! I did not know what to do. All I knew was I loved this little girl, and she had gotten such a rotten deal. I could not stand to see her unhappy. She had really seemed happy the last week or so and if making her happy meant breaking a rule now and then, which I had already broken once, maybe I should. If anyone ever found out, would it really matter how many times we had done it? All I knew was I could not leave her this way. I did the only thing I could think of to do. I kissed her. Long. Hard. And passionately. I teased her lips open, and played with her tongue. I kissed her for probably five minutes, and when we finally broke the kiss, we were both breathing so hard we could hardly talk.

"Daddy? What was that for?"

"It means that I release you from your promise, Cindi. I will be there for you anytime you need me".

Suddenly I had 90 lbs of squirming, deliriously happy, incredibly soft and smooth Cindi-flesh in my arms, kissing me everywhere and gushing enthusiastically.

"Oh, thank you Daddy, thank you, you are so sweet and I love you so much and I promise I'll act normal and never tell anyone and I'll make you feel so good and you make me feel so good and I promise I'll get better..."

I did the only thing I could think of to shut her up and keep her from hyperventilating - I kissed her. Her hand started to head south on my body. She looked at me quizzically when I stopped her. I rolled her over on her back.

"It's your turn, Cindi. Tonight is just for you," I said, as I kissed her again, and stroked her hair.

"Oh, goody! Poor me!"

That night I showed Cindi what it really was like to make love. I took it nice and slow, and gentle with her, no matter how much she begged me to hurry up. I wanted her to know how good it felt to be truly loved. I kissed her, stroked her hair, kissed her neck, nibbled and sucked on her ears lobes, sticking my tongue in her ear. I know this will shock you, it is so unexpected from Cindi, but - that made her giggle! Imagine that! By the time I started to kiss down her chest, heading for her nipples, she was already squirming all over the place and asking me to go inside her.

"Calm down, girl. We've got a long ways to go yet before I'm inside you".

"Why are you being so mean to me?" she whimpered, but I could tell she was teasing and was really enjoying my attentions.

"Mean, huh? I'll show you mean!" I said, as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and bit it gently. She squeaked, then held my head close to her, closing her eyes and stroking my hair as she tried to remember how to breathe.

I spent a lot of time sucking, licking and playing with her breasts. Apparently, she had sensitive breasts. I was not surprised - Victoria has sensitive breasts also (I wonder if Amy's... stop it!) Cindi had a small orgasm just from me working on her breasts.

I started sliding my hand slowly down her stomach, following closely behind with my mouth, kissing her pretty little belly. I could feel her stomach trembling with each touch, her breathing getting heavier and more ragged. She gasped and cried out softly as my hand roamed through her sparse pubic hair.

"I don't know how much more I can take," she gasped.

Then I really was mean to her. I started running my hands slowly up and down the insides of her legs, purposely avoiding the most important place as I moved from one leg to the other. I did the same thing as I kissed and licked up and down the insides of her legs, always avoiding where she really wanted me to touch and kiss and lick. When I sucked her big toe into my mouth, licking and biting it, I thought she would go crazy. She was giggling and laughing hysterically, trying to pull her foot away from me, but I held her leg firmly, sucking all five toes into my mouth at the same time, sucking them and licking the bottoms of her toes.

"That tickles! Stop! Please stop! I'm going to pee my panties!"

"No you're not. You don't have any panties on, remember," I said as I kept sucking.

Then I reached up and rubbed her pussy and clit softly with my fingers. She cried out, and then stopped moving and struggling, lying perfectly still. She seemed to stop breathing, and then her whole body stiffened up as she gave a little cry and she shook all over. Then she collapsed and seemed to pass out, or at least she stopped responding to everything. Since she was not resisting, I kept sucking and licking her toes until she started to move slightly again. Then I moved up and took her into my arms, holding her.

Finally, I felt her hand moving ever so slightly, gently playing with my hair, as if the effort was almost too much. She opened her eyes lazily, and looked at me with a reproachful look in her eyes.

"That was really mean, doing that to my toes when I couldn't do anything about it. I will get you for that!"

"Poor little thing. Are you ready for round two?"

"What? Yes... no... maybe... I don't know!

Since she was too weak to resist at all, I moved down, licked her pussy, and sucked her clit into my mouth, sucking and licking. She trembled all over as she held my head tight against her, and then screeched as she came again. As she was recovering, I moved up on top of her and slowing pushed my cock up into her. I slowly made love to her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close, whispering how much I loved her as I stroked her hair. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, panting and crying out softly every time I moved inside her. I kept it slow and easy even when we came together, never speeding up or stopping until we both turned into boneless piles of flesh. She whispered softly that she loved me so much, and then she started crying.

The crying worried me. She had cried after we made love last time too. I know Cindi cried about everything, but still, it worried me.

"What's wrong, Cindi? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done this, I'm taking advantage of you, I'm sorry..."

"No, you're not! I'm fine. I am just so happy. I cry over everything, you know that. It's ok, Daddy".

I rolled us over, and she lay against me, her head on my shoulder, one hand on my chest, one leg lying across me, eyes closed. She sighed contentedly, and whispered "Good night, Daddy. I love you". We fell asleep in that position.

And that is the same position Victoria found us in when she walked into the bedroom to tell me she was home.

thing else, Cindi's rape had certainly taught her how to suck cock. She sucked softly on the head, stroking the shaft and massaging my balls, then ran her hot little tongue around the head in little circles. Then she took the shaft into her mouth, as far as she could, licking the underneath with her tongue while sucking. She alternated between fast and slow, driving me crazy. It did not take me long until I was ready to fill her mouth, but just as I was about to cum, she stopped and lay down on top of me, kissing my neck and lips. When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me with her cute little impish smile, and asked me if I enjoyed that. I could only grunt in frustration. She laughed and said since this was the only time she would get to do this, she was going to make it last. I just hoped I would survive!

Then she started jacking me off, slowly and gently, stroking my whole shaft while again rubbing my balls. Once more, I was ready to come, but she stopped again. She kissed me, long and deep, playing with my tongue, while slowly rubbing and stroking my stomach and chest. Then she asked me if I wanted her to quit. I swatted her butt and told her she was mean. She giggled, then moved down and swallowed my cock again. I thought I was going to die.

After teasing me this way for about an hour, she asked me if I wanted to cum in her mouth. I was so far gone by this time I begged her to let me. She grinned at me sweetly, and said "Anything for my Daddy!" Then she started sucking me slowly, very softly, I could barely feel her mouth. She did not stop this time, as I exploded into her mouth, but she kept moving very slowly. I must have passed out for a second as I came, because the next thing I knew, Cindi had lowered herself down onto my still hard cock and had taken me up inside of her.

I panicked. A blowjob was bad enough, but I could not have intercourse with my little girl! I moaned "No, Cindi, please don't" and tried to push her off, but she lie down on top of me and put her arms around me to hold on. She started moving up and down slowly, driving me farther up inside her, until I was buried all the way inside. Then she just held me, whispering softly to me.

"It's ok, it's alright, you're not molesting me; I want this so bad. Make love to me, Daddy. Show me what it can be like. I love you Daddy. Love your little girl."

She kept whispering to me as she staring moving again. I finally stopped fighting her and started moving with her. I could not have stopped then even if I wanted to. I kept whispering repeatedly how much I loved her; she said, "I know, Daddy".

Since I had already cum once, she was farther along than I was. I watched as my little girl had her first consensual orgasm on my cock. She held me, and cried out softly as her whole body shook. I held her tight and kept pushing up into her as her movements became too spastic for her to keep a rhythm. I kept it up until she came again, and this time I came with her. We fell asleep with my cock still inside her.

When I woke up, Cindi was laying on top of me, her beautiful hair scattered all over the place. As I became aware of my surroundings, I remembered what we had done. I was afraid my greatest fear was going to happen - there was no way I could limit this to just once. I saw her looking at me, smiling, but with a worried look on her face. I started to speak, but she put her finger across my lips to silence me.

"No, I will not let you be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for, I love you Daddy and that was so wonderful and if this is our only time together I am not going to let you waste it on nonsense, now kiss me!" How could I resist an offer like that? I kissed her, and then I started tickling her.

She shrieked and squealed, laughing hysterically. I pushed her over on her back and with no warning, put my head between her legs and sucked her clit into my mouth, while putting my other hand over her mouth. She was so surprised she screamed into my hand. I figured we had to keep the noise down a little, as Amy was sleeping in her room. Fortunately, nothing except thunderstorms wakes her up. As I kept sucking and licking her, she screamed "Oh God, Daddy!" and exploded into another orgasm. I continued to suck and lick her, driving her to two more orgasms before she begged me to stop.

I moved up on top of her, spreading her legs apart and kissed her deeply, playing with her tongue, then I slowly slid my cock all the way into her pussy as I reached down and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She was so wet it was tight but easy to get into. It helped also that I am only 6 inches, just the right size for little teenage girls. I felt her jerk and tremble, and her arms flew around my neck and she whispered "Oh Daddy, again?" I slowly moved in and out of her, and soon she wrapped her legs around me, holding me tight and whispering my name repeatedly. We made slow and gentle love for a long time, and when we finally came together, it was more like a gentle rainstorm than an explosion. My girls have always been cuddly, but this last time seemed to have turned on the cuddle gene big time for Cindi. She just kept kissing my face, neck, shoulders, rubbing her hands down my body, whimpering nonstop. Finally, I turned over and let her lay on top of me again. That was how we were still laying when the alarm went off.

Amy was a little worried about us the next day. She told me Cindi had fallen asleep twice in class, and then Cindi and I both fell asleep on the couch watching a move, Cindi on one side of me and Amy on the other. I woke up to find that Cindi had gone to bed, and Amy was sitting on my lap, arms around my neck, kissing my cheek.

"Daddy, are you ok? You never fall asleep during movies".

"I'm just tired, honey. I didn't sleep well last night."

She giggled. "Yeah, Cindi can be hard to sleep with sometimes. Both of you falling asleep? What were you guys doing last night?" she smirked. Fortunately, she was not looking at me when she said that, as I am sure my face was a remarkable sight. She apparently was just joking, as she continued to prattle on about Amy nonsense for a few more minutes while I got my heart under control. I sincerely hoped she did not figure this one out. Right. What were the chances? Certifiable genius.

After a few more minutes, she got up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up from the couch.

"C'mon, Daddy, time to go to bed". I groaned - I was so tired I did not think I could walk into the bedroom and asked her to just let me sleep on the couch. Nope - she refused - Amy always knows best, don't you know? She walked me into the bedroom, sat me down on the bed, and started unbuttoning my shirt, taking it off for me. When she started on my pants, I decided I did not think I was ready for her to do this for me, after last night with Cindi, but she just slapped my hands away and told me to stay out of the way. She undressed me to my underwear, pushed me down into the bed, and covered me up. Then she walked over to the other side of the bed, crawled under the sheet, and snuggled up to me.

"Good night, Daddy" she whispered as she spooned up to me, holding me close. As she moved her hand away from me to pull the sheet over her, her hand accidentally brushed against my, now, hard cock. I was mortified - what was wrong with me? Please, do not let me start with Amy too. Not little sweet, innocent Amy. She did not seem to react, and I thought for a moment that she did not realize what had happened, or she was choosing to ignore it. Right. As if Amy would ever pass up an opportunity to tease. What planet do you live on?

As she cuddled up again, she kissed my ear softly, whispered, "Missing Mom a lot, are you?", and giggled. Was there no end to the supply of giggles for a teenage girl?

"I'm sorry, Amy. I couldn't help it."

She suddenly got serious. "I'm sorry for teasing you, I know you miss Mom and I know I remind you of her a lot. It's ok; I think it's a compliment that you react that way". She hesitated for a minute. "You know, Daddy, we love you a lot, we always will, no matter what. There is nothing you could do to make that change. You take care of us and make us so happy, and we would do anything to make you happy too. Whatever it is that is worrying you, Daddy, its ok. Really." Then she kissed me. Oh, please, do not let her have figured it out already. Please let this little genius have at least one blind spot!

"Besides," she whispered, "I think it's kind of neat that you get hard around me thinking about Mom. Don't worry; I won't take advantage of you!" She giggled hysterically, then snuggled up and went to sleep. Later, when I woke up, she was gone, back in her own bed.

Cindi did not come into my bed that night, nor did she for the next 10 days. Maybe her idea had worked, as she seemed much happier, cuddly again. I realized to my astonishment that I rather missed her in my bed. She was such a sweetheart, so pretty, and I loved her a lot. Cuddling was the thing I missed most about Victoria's absences.

The next 10 days were uneventful. Cindi seemed to be almost deliriously happy, laughing and, yes, giggling incessantly. She teased Amy a lot, and even played a couple of practical jokes on her; things she rarely did. Cindi was usually much too serious for that. After one particularly funny practical joke, that cracked us all up, Amy looked at me and gave me her famous "what?!?" look. I shrugged my shoulders. I figured I knew what it was due to, but I was not going to tell Amy that! When Amy and I were alone for a few minutes, she whispered, "What's up with Cindi?" I whispered back, "I don't know, but I like it better than the other way!"

On the tenth day after our liaison, Cindi seemed kind of quiet and withdrawn that evening. Amy and I looked at each other with the same expression - uh oh. Cindi was nice, not bitchy, just quiet and subdued. Later that night, as I was about to fall asleep, I felt someone crawl into bed with me. I wondered who it was - when Cindi had stopped sleeping with me, Amy had snuggled up to me a couple of nights. I didn't know if she was jealous, or just sensed that I missed the snuggling I had been getting before. It could be both - it was almost uncanny how Amy could often read people's emotions. I waited for whomever it was to snuggle up to my back, but they didn't. When I turned around to look, Cindi was laying there, big sad eyes wet with unshed tears, hands clasped to each other across her chest, trembling like a leaf.

e was in the middle of no-where, in kansas, and even with my directions i still had trouble finding the place. Finally i found the entrance to the farm, and it was a huge farm, the driveway alone was a mile and a half long. i pulled up to the farm and i was flagged to go to barn 4 out of 5. i parked my car outside the barn, and waltzed in. feeling excited to get this new fourwheeler. I was met by a man named Jake, and he shook my hand and introduced himself with a re-assuring smile. we got aquanted, and he could see my anxiousness to move on. Jake said, "well, of course i have a little bit of paper work to be filled out, pretty routine." i replied, "sure, just show me where to sign!". Jake, handed over the terms of agreement, and i signed the dotted line. Jake said" well just follow me over to barn number 3, thats where your fourwheeler is, and oy yes, here is the key to the quad!" "Sweet" i practically shouted. and followed him over to barn 3. it was back in the threes of the farm and we finally saw barn 3. i walked ahead of Jake, and opened the barn door, and saw my new fourwheeler, Jake said that he was going to go grab the owner manual and i walkedd over to the fourwheeler, and was in awe that this was now mine. i saw Jake comming back but really payed no attention to him, finally Jake said," Turn Around." i turned around to see what the comotion was, and a wierd looking gun was pointed at my neck. I hurd a "WHHHHHPHHHHHHHH" and then a stinging feeling in my neck, i fell to my knees, and rubbed my neck, and then felt a dart sticking partially in my neck. I awoke in a horse stall with nothing on except a shock collar that was locked around my neck. i jumped up and ran to the stall door that had me caged in. i pounded on it and yelled "HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" as loud as i could. No one came, i noticed a surveilence camera in the top corner but i could not reach it. i came to terms that i was trapped in here like an animal. as i was laying there i was about to fall asleep and then i herd the barn door open. i jumped to my feet and ran to the stable door and looked between the bars. i saw that it was Jake. I yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE, WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jake tried to calm me down, but i was being irrate, finally Jake shouted, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" i was immediatly shocked and shut my mouth. Jake said, "Now, thats better. You are probably wondering why you are in one of my stables in the horse barn. Here is why." he tossed me a copy of the agreement i signed earlier for the "fourwheeler". he took the liberty of highlighting the area he wanted me to read. i read it and then it felt like my stomach dropped. I signed a document to become legel property of Jake, and be a Horse Sex Slave. Jake smiled ear to ear and said" Ever been fucked before?" i shook my head no. he said " LETS GO BITCH", and opened up the stall door, and i noticed a remote in his hand. i backed up to the very back end of the stall and said im not going with you. when i did that Jake said, "Fine, the hard way". and he pushed the button on the remote. it activated the shock wave for the collar i was wearing. i fell to the floor and jumbled around a little bit, and then my bladder emptied itself. i laid there still for a second. i slowly came back up on my feet. Jake said, "shall we try this again?" and i walked out of the stall and followed him to a stall across the barn. he unlocked it and slid the door open. the only thing in there was a saw-horse looking thingy with straps on it. Jake said, "Get in there and lay down with your belly on the long part of the saw-horse", i reluctantly did as told. as i laid there Jake came in the stall behind me and strapped my feet the the legs of the saw-horse, and then my back and finally my arms. to sum it up for you i was exposed in the receiving end of a doggie style position(not on my knees though). Jake then walked around to my face and put a ball gag in my mouth. I knew what was up next. Jake said, "be back in a sec." it was about a minute and 30 seconds and then i herd the clatter of hooves. my heart sank as i saw this stallion being marched in. Jake closed the stall door and then tied the horse up in front of me. he did me the favor of lubing up my ass-hole then he put some mare in heat stuff around my ass cheeks. as jake was doing this he said " This horse here has a huge cock, he likes to fuck mare bitches, to him, all you are is a mare in heat that needs to have a seed planted in her." as soon as Jake was done, i could see that the studly stallion could smell that stuff, and its cock grew right before my eyes. My eyes widened as much as the horses cock grew. Jake Set up a camera right side with my ass cheeks. i herd the camera beep, i assumed he started recording. Jake walked around the horse and untied him. The horny stallion ran behind my immediatly and did what nature instructed him to do. i felt his big horse legs wrap around my waist, and then he thrusted foward, and missed my ass hole, he jabbed a few times, and the whole time he was doing this i was feeling the head of his dick hit the outside of my leg, and i could picture this huge thing trying to fit in my ass. "OOOOOMMMMMMMMMM" i grunted through my ball gag, the stallion hit his target with one deep thrust. he started thrusting steadily. each thrust hurt as much as the last one.i continued to grunt with pain, and then after a little bit, the pain subsided into pleasure. i looked at Jake, and could see that he was Masturbating. I recall hearing him whisper "fuck that little bitch, fuck him hard". my own cock started hardening, by now, the horse was so deep in my fuck hole, that i could feel his big cum filled sack slapping up against ,y butt cheeks. i was really enjoying myself, feeling used, knowing that now my only use in life is to be fucked by horses, thats all im good for. I remember felling his cock grow inside of me and i knew what this meant. I felt his cum flood into my hungry hole. it was so full that i could feel it dripping down my legs and i could hear it hitting the hay on the floor below me. This caused me to blow my load too. i was exausted. when the horse pulled his sowlen dick out of my fucked hole, it was like uncorking a bottle of champagne. i laid there still bound, used, and filled. i know had horse seed floating around inside me. Jake left me there for the rest of the day to marinade in horse cum.

atized frame of mind, was willing to latch on to anything except the job I had to do.

"What do you mean, you can't feel her, Amy?"

"She's not there, Daddy, she's gone, I can't feel her! What's happened to her?"

Amy was starting to get hysterical. The solid rock of my life, her and Victoria, and she was falling apart right in front of me. Might as well get this over with; it was not going to get any easier.

"Amy, honey, I'm so sorry, Cindi was killed in a car accident a little while ago." I managed to get it out without breaking down too badly. I had to be strong for my little girl.

Strangely, Amy actually calmed down some when I told her. She hugged me tight, with her head buried in my chest.

"I was afraid something like that happened," she mumbled. "Oh god, Daddy, what am I going to do now?" she wailed heartbrokenly.

"We have to get to the hospital, honey. I have to check on Mom. She was in the accident too, and I have to see how she is doing."

Instantly, the caring, sympathetic Amy kicked in.

"Daddy. Mommy's OK." I just looked at her. Now was not the time to ask her how she knew that.

I saw Katie run out of the house towards us. She had tears running down her face. She hugged us both.

"I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Katie asked.

"No. Something has come up. I have to take Amy home."

"She's not going to come back tonight, is she?" Katie asked.

"No, Honey, I'm afraid not."

"I'm so sorry," Katie sobbed, and ran back to the house. It wasn't until much later that I realized what she had said, and what she had not asked.

I got Amy into the car, and drove to the hospital. We were taken into a private room off to the side. A doctor and nurse joined us immediately. Then a state trooper came in to join us. Amy and I were sitting on an exam bed; she was leaning into me and I had my arm around her. She was crying softly, her eyes closed.

I asked the doctor how Victoria was and the police officer what happened. They looked questioningly at Amy, then back to me.

"Amy, honey, do you want to go lay down in the other room while I talk to these men?"

"NO! I'm not leaving you! Please don't leave me alone," she begged, her eyes pleading with me. I looked at them and nodded to go on.

"Your wife is doing well. Some impressive bruising, a few contusions, and some burns on her hands, but all in all, in very good shape. We will probably keep her overnight, but she can go home tomorrow." He seemed relieved that he could give me some good news, at least. "I think once you hear what the policeman has to say, it will be unnecessary to explain about your daughter." He looked pointedly at Amy, who seemed to be ignoring us, just holding onto my arm as if I were going to disappear.

"Your wife was driving through an intersection on what was apparently a green light for her, when a dump truck ran the red light at a high rate of speed and broadsided her car on the passenger side." I felt dizzy and nauseous. In a low voice, he continued, "Your daughter never felt a thing, never knew it was coming. Accident reconstruction says she was looking at your wife and laughing when it happened. She never knew anything. The driver of the truck was killed. It caught fire and burned after the accident. Your wife burned her hands trying to pull him out to save him." They seemed impressed with her heroism. I snorted. They looked at me strangely. I did not tell them that it was likely Victoria tried to pull him out so she could kill him for killing her baby. "It was likely he was already dead before the fire anyway; preliminary evidence indicated he was dead drunk."

Well, at least my baby did not suffer. You have to take the silver lining where you can get it.

I took Amy upstairs to see Victoria. She was sitting in her room, a blank, desperate look on her face. She did not even notice when we walked in. She looked up when I said her name, and I shivered at the haunted, dead, sad look in her eyes. 'I am so sorry, Victoria' my mind cried.

She stood up, and instantly I had two crying, sobbing young ladies in my arms, as Victoria and Amy cried their hearts out. Yeah, I cried some too, but I tried to be strong for my girls.

"It was my fault," Victoria cried, "I took a shortcut so I could get home to you faster. If I had gone the regular way..." She sobbed brokenly.

"It wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, Vickie." I said, emphasizing the name.

She looked up at me in surprise. I had only called her Vickie once before, shortly before we were married. We had had our first, and I think only, argument, on a subject I was not flexible on. Afterwards, she admitted she was wrong when we made up (I don't think she really believed that, she just knew when to quit on that subject) and we agreed that if she was ever being a complete ass, I would call her Vickie.

She smiled faintly and squeezed my hand.

We were in a lull during the crying when a police officer type came in. He reminded me of the jerk, Cop #1. He said he had some questions to ask.

"I'll answer them tomorrow," Victoria stated flatly.

"No. Ma'am, we need to talk about them now. It will only take a few minutes. Now, if you will excuse us..." he said to me. What rock did this ass crawl out from under? The first time I ever heard that tone of voice from Victoria, I knew better than to argue with her. In addition, excusing me from the room? With that attitude, and the present mood Victoria was in, I had no doubt who was coming out of that room alive. Victoria and Amy, almost as one, jerked their heads around and looked at him. Ever hear the terms "Eyes on fire", "Eyes ablaze", or "Flames shooting out of their eyes"? I have seen it now. I had not seen that look on either one of them before, and I certainly did not want to find out right now what it meant. I realized I now had a side bet. Which one of them would kill him first.

I put my hand on his arm. "This is a really bad time. She said she would answer the questions tomorrow. We will see you then. Thank you for coming," I dismissed him politely.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have to..."

I tightened my grip on his arm and started moving him to the door as I saw both Victoria and Amy start to get up.

"I don't think you heard me or the lady correctly. No. Now get out of this room while you still can."

There we go. He saw Victoria's face. His eyes widened, and he left, quickly.

"Thank you." Victoria hugged me. "One of these days I need to do something about this temper of mine." I don't think she realized what Amy I had noticed long ago - her temper only showed up when the situation involved the well-being of the girls. I smiled weakly at her.

"That's ok, honey. I'm desperately looking for someone to beat the shit out of too."

She looked stricken. Amy looked up, eyes softening too. "Oh, God, honey, I forgot all about you. I'm so sorry, Patrick." That was a sign of how upset she was. She never calls me by my name. She and Amy came over and held me this time. Amy whispered in my ear.

"It's ok to cry, Daddy. Really, it is." I just couldn't, not much.

I decided we would sleep in the hospital room that night, all three of us. I talked to the head nurse and the doctor, and told them that we were not to be disturbed, for any reason, protocols be damned, unless we called for them. Then I called Chief Haskin, told him about the accident, and asked him to keep his people away from us tonight. I told him about the busy body that had already showed up, that I didn't know what Victoria would do in the mood she was in if someone showed up, and Amy was just as bad. I heard his intake of breath, as he no doubt remembered Amy disarming one of his officers and the rumors he had heard and things he suspected about Victoria, and he assured me no one would be there unless we called.

We got ready for bed. I had grabbed a nightgown for Victoria and Amy before I left the house, plus a few other things. Amy looked a little uncomfortable, and finally, she and Victoria whispered in the corner. Amy went into the bathroom while Victoria came over to me.

"She thought we might want to be alone for awhile, for some special time," Victoria explained. "I told her we wanted our little girl next to us all night long." She looked at me questioningly, her eyes pleading with me.

"I agree. I don't know if you have noticed this yet, but she is deathly afraid of being alone. I don't want her alone tonight."

Amy came back in, and looked nervous. I went up to her, hugged her, then picked her up and carried her over to the bed. I laid her down, then Victoria and I got on either side of her and sandwiched her in the ultimate snuggle. Amy clung to me all night long. If I had to get up, she whimpered, and then clung to Victoria. When I came back, she clung to me again. I think she cried almost the whole night. I held her and told her we loved her again. That's all I told her. I knew it would never be all right for any of us ever again. I did not see how it ever could be. Once again, I was wrong. Sometimes I really get sick of being wrong, but this time I was glad I eventually was wrong.

The next two weeks were the worst times we have ever had, the worst I could ever envision it could be. If it gets worse than that, I do not want to be here.

Amy slid downhill very spectacularly during those two weeks. The first three days, I expected it. She had lost her twin sister and best friend, for heavens sakes. After a day or two, Victoria and I started to get back to normal. You have to. You do not forget, but you have to; you have to cook, clean, wash, plan a funeral, talk to relatives. After three days, you just have to start acting normal again because you have no more energy to grieve. I always wondered how people in interviews a week after a loved one died talked normal and did not cry. Now I understood. I was not out of energy due to grieving; that would come later. I always took a long time to react emotionally to things. And this was so big. However, I was out of energy, just trying to help and be there, do things for my girls.

The funeral was a mess. Everyone showed up. There were so many people to talk to. I have always hated funerals, but this one was the ultimate. One thing Amy and I agreed on - we refused to go up and see Cindi in the casket. I would remember her from the last night we spent together, or in many other ways, not as a lifeless doll lying in a box. I was afraid if I heard someone say that classic line "Oh, doesn't she look so natural, just like she's asleep", I was going to say, "No, actually she looks just like she is dead!" I spent my time comforting Amy, and to a lesser extent, Victoria. However, every time I approached Victoria, she shortly sent me back to Amy. She said Amy needed me more.

Finally, it got too much for Amy, and she fled the room, crying. I went after her, and found her sitting on a bench, knees pulled up to her chin, arms around her legs, crying. I sat with her, and held her. I didn't know what to say, and she didn't seem to want any conversation. We never went back in.

They had sort of a memorial service in the school gymnasium. The whole gym was packed full. Knowing how upset Amy was, they did not string it out too long. Someone did get a reaction out of her, though. Towards the end, Katie walked up to the microphone. She said she had a special tribute for Cindi and Amy. She was the only one that included Amy too. She then sang, a capella, the most beautiful rendition of Wind Beneath My Wings I have ever heard. It was a special favorite of mine, because it was the song Victoria picked to be sung to me at our wedding. No one even knew she could sing. She had the most beautiful, clear, bell-like soprano voice I have ever heard. When she got to the line, "Did you ever know that you are my hero?" she looked right at Amy and the empty chair that was there for Cindi. There was not a single dry eye in the place. When she was done, Amy, who had not moved during the entire ceremony, got up, walked over to Katie, and hugged her, thanking her. They then held hands as they went to sit down. Amy insisted she sit in the chair set there for Cindi and they sat together the rest of the program. Pretty good for someone Amy never really liked. She reached her when her loved ones could not. As long as someone did.

After that, it got really bad. Amy wouldn't eat. She couldn't sleep at night. She stayed up almost all night, watching TV. Mindless trash she never watched before. Then she would spend all day sleeping in my arms or on my lap. She wouldn't take a bath for days. She insisted on staying in physical contact, or at least in the same room with one of us at all times. This went on and on. Even worse, she turned snotty. The anti-Amy was here. She would tell us to mind our own business, yell at us, or worse, the biting sarcasm. She wasn't teasing now. She had turned into the nasty 13 year old we had always hoped we would not get. The only things that kept me from laying her across my lap and paddling her obnoxious little butt was the knowledge of what she was going through, and the look deep in her eyes that told me she hated what she was doing, but she just couldn't help it. The feeling that there was something going on here that we did not know about; that I was missing something important constantly plagued me.

Victoria and I were so worried, we started keeping an unofficial suicide watch on her. If she ever left the room alone, one of us followed her. Victoria and I were both on open-ended leaves from our jobs, until we got this straightened out. Some thoughtless idiot called Victoria from work about coming in for something stupid; by the time she was done handing their head to them on a platter, I was wondering if she would even have a job. I didn't care - I was sure I could find something for her to do. When I asked her who that was, she smiled faintly and told me it was her boss. I was impressed; I had never heard her set aside work for us so forcefully.

After a few days of this, we decided Amy had to at least bathe or shower or something. I had told Victoria about the baths when Amy was sick - she thought that might work.

I walked up behind her one day and kissed her on the neck. She smiled faintly. Good, I could still get some reaction.

"Come on, Amy, you need to take a shower. You stink, girl." I said. She turned around and gave me a nasty look.

"I don't really care. Stay away from me if you don't like it."

Oops, hit a nerve there. I bent down and whispered in her ear.

"We could take a bath together."

Finally. That got a reaction. She smiled almost prettily, said ok, and got up to go into the bathroom.

"Oh no you don't," I said, as I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, where I had already run a bubble bath. Well, she didn't exactly squeal in glee, but she did give me a smile, hugged me, and sighed contentedly when she got in. I climbed in behind her, she leaned back against me, and went to sleep.

After two weeks, Victoria and I were desperate. I tearfully told her I thought we were going to lose Amy too, and I could not stand that. Suddenly, all these things started entering my mind that I had forgotten about before. It started with Amy telling me that Cindi was gone; she couldn't feel her anymore when I went to pick her up to take her to the hospital. Then I remembered all the times Cindi and Amy had told me that Victoria was ok, and the time Cindi told me that Amy was not ok. The way they communicated without words in the hospital room. The "dream", which I never believed was a dream that they both had in San Francisco. The way they looked at each other, possibly communicating, when they were trying to convince me that Victoria needed me. Maybe there was something here we were missing.

After Amy and I finished her bath, I brought her out into the living room. She promptly sat on my lap and started to go to sleep.

"No, Amy stay awake. We need to talk"

"Don't want to."

"What did you mean the day I picked you up when you said Cindi was gone, that you couldn't feel her anymore?"

Well! That certainly got a reaction. She looked at me with more fire, more anger in her eyes than I had seen in a long time.

"My sister is dead, Dad, and you are wasting my time playing games, asking me questions you've known the answer to for years? Give me a break and leave me alone."

I was not letting this one go. I moved her head, and held it so I could look directly into her eyes.

"Amy, have I ever lied to you?"

"Every Christmas, when I guess my Christmas present!" She smiled slightly. The old Amy was still in there, I just had to find a way to reach it. She was hurting badly in some way that I just did not quite understand yet.

"Ok, Have I ever lied to you about anything important?"

"Christmas presents are pretty important to a little girl," she replied. "Ok, Dad, no you haven't. What is your point?"

"The point is that neither your Mom nor I understand what you mean when you say you can't feel her anymore."

"Come on, Dad, you know what I mean, that place in your mind where Cindi was, where she lived, the place where you could always feel her, know she was there and ok. Doesn't it bother you that she isn't there anymore?"

Victoria and I looked at her blankly. She looked at us closely. Then I noticed something new on Amy's face - fear.

"You really have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" she whispered.

We both shook our heads. She started crying.

"Oh, God, I really am all alone then! I'm a freak! No one can help me! I wish I had died instead of Cindi! It's my fault. I insisted she go on that trip instead of me! I killed her!" She tried to get off my lap and run into her bedroom, but I held her and wouldn't let her go. She kept trying to get away. She got so desperate she swung around and hit me. Hard. It was so unexpected that I didn't even have a chance to stop her. She had never hit me before. There are just some things you never expect in life, and Amy hitting me was one of them. I felt the room spin, and then I blacked out.

When I came to, Victoria was bathing my head with a warm washcloth. My jaw really hurt. I didn't care for the look in her eyes. I knew she wouldn't hurt Amy, but she was in big trouble. Amy was holding me, sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean it, please wake up, I love you. Mommy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt him." She looked at Victoria, and knew she was NOT forgiven. Not yet, anyway. Victoria's eyes said she had had enough of this and something needed to change. I put my hand on her arm, and had her help me up.

"Victoria, it's ok. She didn't mean it. She can't help it. I know now why she's hurting."

The three of us sat and talked for hours. Victoria and I listened in amazement to a story we never knew or suspected.

It seems that Cindi and Amy had always had some kind of mental connection, since as early as they could remember. They had never mentioned it, because they just thought everyone did it. It was all they knew, so it was normal. They always knew where the other one was. Even on opposite sides of the continent, they knew where the other one was. Specific stuff, like she is in the mall downtown shopping. They couldn't tell what store, but knew the location. They were also able to tell the emotions and feelings of the other one. If Cindi was unhappy, upset, afraid, Amy knew it. They were also able, to a more limited degree, to do the same with Victoria and me. Apparently, Cindi was able to block access to her emotions to a certain degree, as she hid from Amy her emotions when she was being raped. Amy did not know how she did that. There were also some times lately when Cindi had been blocking her, from emotions that lasted a few hours. Amy got the impression that they were very intense, and were happy emotions, so Amy didn't worry about it. I could tell her what those were, but I was not going to! The last two years or so, starting in San Francisco, they started to be able to pass some rudimentary thoughts to each other. Their ability to monitor our emotions had gotten stronger. Hence, the ability to tell that Victoria was in trouble in San Francisco. And the ability to tell she was ok. They had lied about it being a dream, because by this time, they were beginning to realize that this was not something everyone could do. They didn't want to be thought of as freaks. They still thought that all of us in the family could do it, at least to some degree, until Amy found out differently today. Apparently, there was a little place in her mind where the knowledge of Cindi lived; it was always there, the feeling that she was ok, happy, etc. Now, that place was empty and black, and Amy was inconsolable. Imagine losing your eyesight. How devastating would that be? This was worse, maybe like losing your eyesight, your favorite sister, and your best friend, all at once.

"So, this is how, when we were in the altercation with the policemen, you told Cindi to stop Mom?"

"Well, yes, but how did you know about that? Cindi wasn't supposed to tell anyone about this stuff, we promised each other."

"Cindi didn't tell me; I heard you, loud and clear, but your lips never moved."

"That is new; I have never been able to do that before." She bit her bottom lip; she didn't seem to care for that at all.

We finally talked ourselves out. We had no solutions. Amy had lost something invaluable, that meant the world to her, and it was irreplaceable. Although we could never replace Cindi, we could fill our lives with other people, other friends. She could not do that. In many ways, Amy was even more upset now that we had talked. She knew she was truly alone in the world; no one was going to come save her. She wasn't sure she wanted to go on.

I was very upset when we went to bed. I had hoped that this would somehow make things better, knowing what the problem was, and all I had done was made it worse. I cried that night, after everyone was asleep. Not grieving for Cindi; I still had not gotten there yet, but grieving for Amy. A lost little girl that I had just hurt even more. I wished I could help; I would do anything to help this lost little girl find her way. Amy's arm tightening around my waist, her little kisses on my neck, and her head on my shoulder dropping her own tears told me my tears had not gone as unnoticed as I thought.

The next day, Sunday, things were even worse. Amy was, if possible, even more surly, rude, and obnoxious. I could see in her eyes how much she hated herself for it. She stayed in her room most of the day. We let her keep the door closed because we did not want her to think we didn't trust her, but we made a point of checking in with her on an irregular basis, but at least every hour or so. That pissed her off even more.

Victoria and I were sitting there, holding each other and trying desperately to think of something to do, when there was a timid little knock on the door. It was 11:00 in the morning. I remember looking at my watch, as it was an odd time for visitors. When I answered it, Katie was standing there. After I let her in, she just stood there, looking lost. Finally, she spoke.

"I am so sorry, Daddy." My eyes welled up with tears at that. She looked so much like Cindi, and she called me Daddy! "I would change places with her if I could. I would gladly take her place if it would bring her back," she sobbed. I looked in her eyes, and I knew this sweet little girl was telling the truth. She would, gladly. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. "I love you so much, I would do anything for you, anything at all," she whispered in my ear as she cried.

Finally, I pulled away from her. "So, did you just come over here to make me cry, or is there something we can do for you, little girl?" I said flippantly, trying to get a handle on my emotions. She giggled and looked at me speculatively. Then she got serious.

"Amy needs me. Now," she stated.

"Well, you know where her room is. Be warned. She is in a nasty mood. I hope you can cheer her up."

She smiled gently at me, said hi to Victoria, walked over to Amy's room, opened the door, and walked in, shutting the door after her. That was strange, I thought. Katie is impeccably polite. She never enters someone else's room, or house, without knocking first. Even if she has just been there. I shrugged, and went back to Victoria.

One hour later, there was still no sign of Amy or Katie. I went to her door, and knocked.

"What?!?" Amy hollered.

"Are you ok? You guys need anything to drink?"

"I know where it is if we do. Leave me alone! Stop bothering me!"

"Oh, Amy!" I heard Katie's voice, sounding angry. "You can't talk to him that way! He's your father."

"They won't leave me alone. I'm sick of it!"

"Amy, they are hurting too. Maybe worse than you. You lost a sister. They have lost two daughters, the way you are acting. Do you know what I would give to have a father like that? They love you so much..."

At that point, I stopped eavesdropping, feeling guilty. I sat down next to Victoria again. She saw the look on my face, and did not say anything. After another two hours and no Amy or Katie, I just had to risk Amy's wrath and check again. I knocked on the door again.

"Amy, honey, you ok? Is there anything I can get you?"

"I'm fine, Daddy. Thank you." Amy's sweet voice answered me. A pause, then apparently feeling bad for her nastiness at my last knock, "I love you and Mommy, Daddy!" I was too stunned and choked up to even answer. Victoria took one look at my face and knew something had happened.

"What happened?" she asked fearfully.

I smiled and said "Amy's back and I hope she stays."

Amy and Katie finally came out of the room at 5:00. Amy was smiling and they both had been crying. They hugged, and Amy asked Katie if she would see her in school tomorrow. Katie said absolutely. Amy went into the bathroom. Katie started to leave, and then walked over to me. She sat on my lap and whispered in my ear.

"She's ok. She will be fine now. It's ok now."

I hugged her tightly. "Thank you for giving me back my little girl. I can never repay you enough for this. Anything you ever want, just ask."

She giggled. "Careful what you say, I just might take you up on that!" She kissed me softly, then got up and went over to Victoria. They whispered too softly for me to hear. Katie giggled and blushed. Katie, blushing? I am probably glad I missed what was said there! The hugged, and Katie left.

A few minutes later, Amy came into the room. Her face was scrubbed and her hair was combed. Victoria had moved over to the couch next to me. Amy came over, and squished herself down in between us.

"Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry! I've been such a brat lately. I'm so ashamed. Please forgive me. I promise I will try to do better. Mom, please, please forgive me for hitting Dad. I love you both."

We cuddled together for quite a while, and then we all went out for pizza and pistachio ice cream. Well, ok, there are some disadvantages to being a happy family again.

Later, after Victoria went to bed, Amy and I stayed up and talked for a while. I asked her what had happened with Katie.

"Oh, nothing really. We just talked. She made me realize how lucky I was to have parents like you-guys. Made me see what a snot I had been. Dad, I am sorry. Cindi was so important to me." Her eyes were getting wet again. "I just lost it and went to pieces. I'm sure I will have bad days again. Katie will help. She's really nice. She's kind of like Cindi. And she really likes you!" She giggled. Oh, God, how I had missed that sound!

I may not be a certifiable genius teenager, but I can tell when the subject is being changed on me. She was good, though. I let her steer the conversation away from my question... Her changing the subject partially answered the question anyway. Just talked, my foot. My daughter never was a good liar. Well, as long as she was better, I was happy. I was beginning to suspect that Katie was a very special little girl, indeed.