Chapter 22



I had pretty much figured Katie might faint; that was why I was behind her, with my arms around her. Between Becky's sudden appearance, a perfect image of Katie except for the orange flecks in her eyes, and Katie's fainting, things were pretty chaotic for awhile. I laid Katie on the nearest bed and sat next to her, stroking her hair, waiting for her to recover. Everyone crowded into the bedroom to find out what was going on.

"Everyone, let me introduce Becky Thompson, Katie's sister. She also goes by the name of 'Little Orange Person'." Becky laughed, while everyone else looked puzzled. "Inside joke." I explained. I introduced her to everyone. With her sweet personality, lovely looks, and the fact that she was Katie's sister, she was instantly a big hit. I could see that my little teenage genius was just dying to start asking questions. I didn't think it fair, however, that we should hear the story before Katie. When I gave Amy my 'shut your mouth or I am going to paddle your pretty little butt' look, she pouted and stuck her tongue out at me.

As we were waiting for Katie to wake up, Becky sat next to me and gave me a shy little look, smiling nervously. I recognized that look from Katie. She wanted to ask me something. So I beat her to the punch.

"What is it, Becky? You know, I kind of like the name 'Little Orange Person'. I might just keep calling you that."

'I kind of like it too. That would be ok. Um... I don't know if you noticed or not, but when I released the block on the information in your mind I... kind of... left some of that orange stuff behind. I can remove it if you want," she went on hurriedly.

"I kind of like it there. It doesn't bother me. It makes me feel close to you."

She beamed like a million suns. "I like it there, too! Um... because I don't have anyone's mind to share right now... since Amy is in Katie's and I might be able to put two in one but I don't know yet... you could... um... be in mine too if you wanted," she whispered in a tiny little voice. She looked at me nervously.

I realized how much it cost her to say that. The fear of rejection to her for something so intense and personal must be great. I was stunned at the... enormity of what she was offering me.

"Becky, I would be so honored! I am not worthy of such an offer. Are you sure, honey? And what would Katie think? And could you do it?"

I could see her heave a sigh of great relief. "I think I could do it. You might have to learn to use it. I don't think Katie would mind. I don't think we could undo what she did with Amy anyway. And I might be able to be in yours and Katie's too. With nothing to do for a year but think, I have a lot of ideas. Oh, yeah, I would love to do it! I love you, you know," she proclaimed seriously.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I have always wanted to meet you. You can go ahead and try. But first, I think you need to spend some time with Katie."

Katie was beginning to stir. I sent everyone out of the room except Becky and me, and I had Becky sit over on the other side of the room, out of sight, until Katie had recovered. Katie opened her eyes, saw me, and threw her arms around me in a death grip, crying. I held her, rubbed her back, whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She finally looked at me with big, scared eyes.

"Daddy? Is Becky really back? How can that be? I felt her die. I saw them carry out her body. Did I have a dream? Am I going crazy, Daddy?" She sounded almost hysterical. Becky couldn't take it anymore. She ran over to her, kneeling down by her side, and threw herself into Katie's arms. They hugged and cried for quite awhile. Then Katie pulled away, a puzzled look on her face.

"I can't feel you. Why can't I feel you in my mind?" Katie looked worried and a little scared.

"I know. They blocked me from sending to you. That's partly how they were able to make you think I died. I need your help to reverse that. I can't do it, but I can tell you how." Becky hugged Katie again. I felt like an intruder.

"We are going to leave you two alone for awhile. Take all the time you need to get reacquainted. We will talk to you later, Becky." I don't think they even heard me. I left the room, closing the door softly, and told everyone to leave them alone until they came out. Then I went to my room to check on Victoria.

I talked to the doctor. He was ready to reverse the drug-induced unconsciousness she was in. I told him to wait a little bit, there were some things I needed to do first. Then I talked to Captain Jensen. I told him I wanted all signs gone immediately that I was anything but a medical professional. Victoria did not know about this part of my life and I didn't want another shock to greet her. Naturally, he protested, not wanting to leave us unguarded, but finally agreed that it would be done immediately. I had no doubts that he would figure out a way to satisfy both requirements. Besides, with Amy around, how much danger could we be in, anyway? I wondered how much of Amy's ability the others might possess in an emergency.

I went back to my room to find the doctor administering the antidote to the medicine he had her on. He said it would take only a few minutes. I asked him to leave so it was just Victoria and me. He didn't like that idea. I was making everyone unhappy today. Except Becky. My one success. But, being the boss, I got my way. RHIP. Sometimes. Not often with teenage girls! I saw Victoria's eyes start to flutter open. That's about when I began to realize that maybe I should have listened to the doctor. I was sitting on the bed, holding her hand, when I heard her scream.

"No! Leave me alone! No more!" I just started to react, to assure her she was ok, when she jerked her hand back, and the next thing I knew I had hit the wall and was sliding down to the floor. Wow, that hurt! I saw Victoria advancing towards me. I could tell by the look in her eyes she had no idea who I was. I remained very calm. I would not defend myself; I would not hurt her. If I was going to die, I could think of worse ways than at Victoria's hands. I watched in fascination as she started to hit me again. Then I saw a blur of movement, and her hand was held fast by a small hand. I hadn't seen that kind of strength since... Amy! She had grabbed Victoria's hand, and then she stepped between us.

"Let me go! I'll kill them!" Victoria screamed. She tried to pull her hand back, but it might as well have been set in concrete. Amy answered her calmly.

"No, Mom. I will not let you hit Dad again. Don't make me hurt you." Amy might have been discussing the weather, she was so quiet and calm. I found that even scarier than if she had yelled. I heard her call out to Katie in her mind to get the doctor in here, now, but to keep everyone else out.

About that time, I saw Victoria's eyes clear. She looked at Amy in amazement, and then she looked at me on the floor in horror.

"Oh Patrick, I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! Oh God, what have I done?" She dissolved into a puddle of tears as Amy gently led her back over to the bed, sitting her down. I thought about helping her, but the pain I felt in my chest when I started to move convinced me that was not a good idea. When the doctor came in, he started towards Victoria, but Amy curtly told him to check me out first.

He determined there was not that much wrong with me, just a couple of bruised ribs and some aggravation of the gunshot wound that had not completely healed from before. I had always known that living with my girls was interesting, but lately, it was getting dangerous.

I went over and sat next to Victoria. Amy had been holding her as she cried. I reached out to put my arm around her, to comfort her. I was surprised when she flinched and drew away from me. Amy's eyes widened a little in surprise. Victoria had never done that before. We talked for a while, just the three of us. Victoria seemed her old self mostly, but she showed no interest in talking about what had happened to her. I figured she didn't want to talk in front of Amy.

Later that day, we all got together to hear Becky's story. We were all interested in knowing how a dead person was standing in front of us.

"Well, most of what Katie told you is what happened. After our father attacked me, I lost consciousness. When I awoke, the house was on fire. That's when I contacted Katie and she called the fire department. I lost consciousness again. Later, I woke up in the room where you found me. By overhearing conversations, I deduced that the fire was set deliberately and after I lost consciousness, another body was substituted for mine and I was removed from the scene. The interruption of contact between Katie and me was from a combination of loss of consciousness and something they did to interrupt the contact from my end. That is why I was out of contact for so long — I was unable to establish contact. That's all I know. I don't know why I was taken. I think it might have something to do with trying to get a particular someone to come and rescue me, by things I overheard. But they seemed to be waiting for something else to happen first. I don't know what.

Of course, we all had a million questions, most of which she could not answer. I noticed after a while that Amy had disappeared. I went looking for her. The door to her room was closed, so I knocked. When I didn't hear an answer, and I couldn't find her anywhere else, I opened the door, to find her lying on her bed, crying. I went in and sat beside her, asking her what was the matter.

"I'm glad Becky is back, I really am. But what's going to happen to me now? Katie doesn't need me anymore. She has her Becky back. I'm going to be all alone again. I don't think I can take it again, Daddy. I've gotten to love Katie so much, and I really do want what makes her happy, but I don't want to be all alone again!" Amy started crying again.

"Amy, there is no way Katie is going to just dump you. You know better than that. She loves you as much as you love her. I don't believe Becky would let her do it, either. Calm down, sweetheart. I will talk to them. But you know Katie better than that."

"I know, Daddy. I'm just being stupid. I guess just too much going on at the same time. I can't be superwoman all the time. I just get terrified when I think of being alone again, like I was before," she sighed. I kissed her, gave her a hug, and then tickled her until she begged me to stop, giggling hysterically.

I went back to Katie's room, to find Katie and Becky talking quietly, snuggling together.

"Hi girls. We have a small problem I need your help with," I greeted them. Becky was ecstatic. It made her feel like family to be asked to help. "It seems we have a hysterical young lady on our hands. Amy is convinced that with Becky back that she is going to be out of the picture with you, Katie, and is going to be all alone again." Katie looked at me in horror. Becky looked shocked.

"I would never do that!" Katie gasped. "I love Amy. Why would I ditch her? Besides, I don't think I even could remove her, but I wouldn't want to anyway. I know what it is like to be alone that way. I don't know how Becky has survived."

"I would never allow that to happen, Mr. Phillips," Becky stated flatly. "Even if Katie wanted to do that, which she never would, I would leave first. As for surviving, I am working on alternatives. Maybe three hooking in at once. Or another interesting alternative that I won't mention until I know it might work." She beamed at me.

"Would you two please talk to Amy? She gets frantic every time she thinks she might be alone again. Reassure her," I asked them. Later that night, Becky found me downstairs alone and explained what would be involved with hooking in with me. We decided to try it. After a few minutes of her concentrating, suddenly I felt my mind overflowing with warm, loving feelings. I was filled with orange tendrils everywhere.

"Oops!" Becky giggled. "Got a little carried away there! Let me take some back, and build a set spot for them in your mind so they're not just running around everywhere being a nuisance. There. How's that?" she asked. I didn't know what it was supposed to be like, but it was fine with me. She had a sweet, wonderful little mind that I just fell in love with right away. No wonder Katie was so distressed when Becky 'died'!

That night, when we went to bed, Victoria wore clothes to bed for the first time ever. She crawled into bed on the opposite side. When I tried to cuddle, she said she was sorry, but she just didn't feel like it tonight. I asked her what was the matter. She started crying, but wouldn't let me hold her.

"I guess there just isn't any way I can talk my way out of this one. You're not going to believe this was a car accident, are you?" She smiled faintly.

"Victoria, it's ok. You don't have to lie. I have known what you do for a living for over two years. I have known exactly whom you work for and exactly what your job is for over a year. You don't have to lie. I know you can't talk about it. I am concerned about what happened to you this time. I'm concerned about why you don't want me to touch you. Have I done something wrong?"

"Oh, no, Patrick, you have always been great to me! I love you so much. But they did an awful lot of bad things to me, and forced me to do a lot of awful things. I don't deserve you. I just need some time. I just can't tell you about it." She started crying again. She wouldn't let me hold her. She seemed so uncomfortable with me in the bed with her that I went into the basement and slept on the couch.

Over the next month, things really got bad between the two of us. Victoria used every excuse she could to go on trips, even when she didn't have to. I figured something was up the second time her boss called to send her on a trip and she wasn't home. She was supposedly already on one. When she was home, she moved into the spare bedroom and started sleeping in there. There was some underlying tension between Amy and her. No fights, just not as warm and friendly as they had always been. She refused to talk to me about anything important. She started picking fights with me on stupid little things. The similarities between the way she was acting and the way Cindi had acted after her rape was not lost on me. I refused to be sucked into the fights. I tried to be as sweet as I could, and told her every chance I could that I loved her. A few nights when she was home, I could swear she came home late at night drunk. To top it all off, I started having nightmares. They didn't have anything to do with her, but it was just another thing piled on top of me. I started dreaming about Julie, a six-year-old girl I had known when I was fourteen. She had been killed one night when I had failed to protect her as I told her I always would. I had not thought about her for years. Victoria had gotten me over that. But now, I was having very realistic nightmares where Julie was begging me to help her. Except she wasn't six years old, but she was twenty-nine years old, the age she currently would be. It was exhausting, as I was getting very little sleep. It all came to a head one night about six weeks after Victoria's rescue.

The girls were gone on a sleepover at Rebecca's house. I think it was a plan to give Victoria and me the house alone together to patch things up. Teenagers can be so naïve sometimes. They had all seen things were going downhill fast and were concerned. About ten o'clock that night, Victoria came up to me and said she wanted to talk. I was hoping she was finally going to open up to me. She did. Both barrels.

"Patrick, I think it's time I left," she said, without preamble. Stupid me, I didn't understand.

"Ok. When's your flight, and when do you think you'll be back?"

She sighed. "No, I mean I'm moving out. I have arranged to stay with a girl at work. She's picking me up in a little while." At least I can say she looked really upset about it. I was shocked. I felt cold all over, and a little dizzy. I closed my eyes. I felt like I was going to faint. I must have looked pretty bad, because Victoria looked concerned. "Are you ok?" She asked.

"Oh, sure, Vickie, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? Just because the love of my life is shit canning our marriage and walking out on me? Shit, who wouldn't be fine with that?" I said bitterly. I could honestly say it was the first time I had ever really been mad at her. Plus, I was sacred to death. I knew I was reacting inappropriately, but I didn't know what to do. I felt like I had been kicked in the chest. I didn't know how to deal with this. The one constant I had always had was that Victoria loved me, that she would always be there in our marriage.

"What marriage?" She asked softly. "We haven't been married for 6 weeks now. I am no good to you. I can't let you touch me. All I do is hurt you. I hear you crying at night. Why do you think I moved into the spare bedroom? I couldn't stand lying next to you, knowing you were dying to touch me and I couldn't stand the thought. It's not you; it's me. I don't deserve you. I have destroyed our marriage with my lies and the awful things I have done, and I just can't stay around and watch you suffer. I'm sorry," she said softly.

"You would rather just walk out and end the whole thing than talk to me and work it out? What sense does that make? You know there is nothing you could have done that is so bad that I would stop loving you. Why can't you talk to me?" I asked desperately. I knew if she walked out, it would be over. I had to try to stop it. Separating to work it out never worked.

"I can't! Can't you understand that? I know you love me and you always will, no matter what. But I don't love me anymore. I want you to just remember me and what we had together as it was, not as it will be if I talk to you, if I stay around hurting you all the time. Things could never be the same again for us, no matter what you think. I am not the same person. I have let you down and betrayed you and I could never forget or forgive myself for that, even if you could. I deserve to be miserable and miss you for the rest of my life, and you deserve to be free to find someone better." How could she be so calm about this when I was dying?

"What about the girls?"

"They should stay with you. I can't give them the life they need. I will see them as often as I can."

"Victoria... is there someone else?" My heart was in my throat, waiting for her answer. I finally broke through to her, as she started crying.

"Oh, God, no, there could never be anyone else, Patrick! This is about me not being good enough for you, not finding someone better than you. There will never be anyone else. I am leaving here to spend the rest of my life alone. It's what I deserve."

I didn't know what to say. She walked out of the room, picked up the suitcase she had packed, and walked out the door. I went into the den, got out a bottle of some type of alcohol; I didn't even look to see what it was, and started drinking. The girls found me, passed out on the couch, at 2:00 AM when they came home. Becky had been concerned because she couldn't feel me in her mind anymore. No one knew that happened when you got drunk enough.

The next thing I knew, I was in the shower with Amy. Déjà vu. This was about as much fun as the last time, but in reverse. She was not in a very good mood. She woke me up with a cold shower, threw me out of the shower, and told me to be dried off and in the kitchen in five minutes, or she was coming to get me. She said I really didn't want her to come and get me. When I got into the kitchen, she gave me a big cup of coffee to drink. I told her I didn't like coffee. She told me to drink it or wear it. She wasn't kidding. I took the cup and went into the basement, where I poured it down the sink. Then I threw the cup against the wall. I was tired of pushy females running my life, and then walking out whenever they decided. Yeah, I know. Shows what type of mood I was in that I would even consider taking on Amy like that. I didn't even wonder if I would survive. I didn't really care. She looked so much like Victoria, I hated her right then just for that.

Amy came looking for me a few minutes later. I saw her look at the coffee cup in pieces on the floor, and then she came over and sat next to me.

"What happened? Did you drop the cup? I can get you some more," she said softly.

"Go ahead. And drink it yourself. I'm not drinking that shit. If you don't like it, then you can just fuck off. Get the hell out of here and leave me alone. When I want your help, I'll ask for it. And don't hold your breath. And don't send those other two down here to sweet talk me either. Go back to your sleepover. I'd like some peace and quiet for a change," I snarled.

Amy's eyes opened wide in shock for a minute. I don't think anyone had ever talked to her like that. Then she tilted her head to the side and looked at me, a look of understanding and sadness in her eyes.

"Where's Mom?" she asked softly.

"Who gives a fuck? I don't. You want her, go find her."

"Are you ok?" Amy asked, voice full of concern.

"Am I ok? Let's see. My oldest daughter is dead, murdered. My youngest daughter should be dead, twice over. But that's ok, she's alive. I have turned her into a killer, but she's alive. But for a miracle, I should be dead. My wife is almost killed, raped repeatedly, won't talk to me or even let me touch her, but what the hell, isn't that the way marriages are supposed to be, after 15 years? Especially after you risk your life and the life of your favorite daughter just to rescue her? I am having nightmares every night about a person who has been dead for years, and I can't sleep. Oh, but I forgot, about the marriage, it isn't a marriage anymore, because she left me tonight. Why the FUCK wouldn't I be ok, Amy?" I knew I was being a sniveling ass, but I just didn't care. I guess I knew Amy would love me, no matter what I said to her.

"Mom left you?" She asked quietly. She was suddenly very still and quiet. I had the fleeting thought that it was a good thing Victoria wasn't here. "I'm so sorry, Daddy."

Just then, Katie and Becky walked into the room. Probably calling for reinforcements with their freaky mind thing. I got even madder.

"Get the hell out of here, all of you! Get out! And stay out of my mind, too!" My warm and cuddly nature was showing through. They just stood there, looking at me, sad and hurt looks on their faces. I threw a couch pillow at them. I was really being mature. Then I just couldn't take it anymore. I was drunk, and too emotional. I started crying. They all ran over to me and started hugging me. I didn't care anymore. I just sobbed. They half carried me to bed, undressed me, and tucked me in. By the time I hit the bed, I was asleep. Either none of them slept with me that night, or they were already up when I woke up the next day. I know I wouldn't have wanted to sleep with me that night, if I were they.

As soon as I woke up, I knew something was seriously wrong. Then, it dawned on me. I felt it. I was such a fool. I had hurt somebody very sweet very seriously, just because I was so wrapped up in my own misery. I dressed as fast as I could, and ran downstairs. Amy was in the kitchen, making breakfast. I rushed into the room. She looked at me, concern and sadness in her eyes.

"Where is Becky?" I asked, devastated at what I had done to her. I could feel the orange tendrils were no longer in my mind. I had to fix this now.

"She's down in the basement. She seems really upset about something. Is that because of you? You are treading on thin ice with all of us if you hurt Becky, mister!" Amy said it half jokingly, but her eyes said she was concerned and she was only half joking.

I ran downstairs. Becky was sitting on the couch, knees up to her chin, arms wrapped around her legs, crying. I felt like crap. As if this sweet little girl had not gone through enough crap already, I had to heap some more on her. There was no excuse, even if I was upset. I knelt down in front of her, and lifted her head. I wiped her tears away, and held her close. She would have had every right to pull away from me, but she hugged me fiercely, as if I was going to disappear.

"Becky," I said softly, pain and embarrassment in my voice, "I am so sorry! I was upset and drunk. That is no excuse. Please forgive me. Please put your orange pieces back in my mind. I did not mean it that way. I would never be upset about you being there. Please."

She sobbed on my shoulder. "You said you wanted me there, and you wanted to be with me. You said! Why did you yell at me to stay out of your mind? That wasn't nice! I don't have to be there. It was just an idea. If you didn't want me to be there, all you had to do was tell me. I don't even have to live here. I can go away. I've been by myself for over a year; I can do it some more. You said you loved me. Why do you hate me now?" She sobbed uncontrollably. I saw Katie look in and give me a really dirty look for making her sister cry. She looked like she was going to come in, but Amy grabbed her and yanked her back out of the room. I felt awful. If I kept this up, I wasn't going to have any family left that wanted to talk to me.

"Becky, I don't know what to say. I did not mean it that way. I didn't know what I was saying. I love you. You are my 'Little Orange Person'. You saved my life. How could I hate you? Men are stupid that way; sometimes we say things that we have no idea how they are going to be taken. Please forgive me, sweetheart. Please come back into my mind." I kissed her, as passionately as I could. I had never really given her a real kiss before. Her eyes opened in surprise, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. She was inexperienced, but man, did she make up for it with desire!

"Do you really want me back in there?" She whispered haltingly. "You don't have to. I know it's difficult for someone who hasn't been used to it all his or her lives. I don't want to invade your privacy. Course, that's assuming I can do it. The little orange things are really mad at me for pulling them out. They haven't talked to me all morning!" She giggled. Was she serious?

"I really do, sweetheart. I miss you already." Since she had already done it once, it took only a short time to do it again. I felt the now familiar wash of love, as the tendrils scampered happily to their now appointed place. I felt at peace again. Well, almost. I sat down, and lifted Becky up on my lap. Then I kissed her. Really kissed her. Poor little virginal Becky (rape doesn't count). Never been kissed before, except by me a few minutes ago. By the time I was done kissing her, she could hardly breathe. She held me tight, trembling all over. Then she whispered in my ear.

"Are you going to make love to me?"

"Someday soon, Pretty Orange Person. Do you want me to?" I asked.

"Oh please! Don't tease me. Please!"

"Teasing is half the fun, silly." I started tickling her. Pretty soon, her shrieks had the other two peeking around the corner. When they saw that all was well and we were having fun, they all ran in and piled on. For a little while, all three of them made me forget my sadness.

That night, I went to bed by myself. Two nights in a row. I could understand last night, but I was starting to get lonely. It was odd. Victoria was seldom around. She hadn't even been gone as long as usual yet, but I missed her so much. I guess it was just knowing that she wasn't going to be around anymore that hurt. I was having a good cry when I felt the bed move. I wondered which one was coming to me. I turned around and got a surprise. All three had climbed into the bed!

"Are you girls planning on killing me tonight, or what?" I asked, teasing them. They were serious when they replied.

"Daddy," Amy whispered, "tonight is for you and Becky. We are here for moral support. And maybe a few crumbs afterwards," she giggled. I looked at Becky. She looked scared and excited. Her only other experience at this had not been good.

"Do you want to do this, Becky?" I asked. "This is your decision. Don't let anyone else decide for you. I love you, sweetie, I have you up here," I tapped my head, "and I don't need you anywhere else if you don't want to." I stroked her cheek softly as I spoke to her, and shivered as she softly rubbed her cheek against me.

"I want you, Da... Patrick. So much. I love you. The girls have told me how wonderful you are. I need that special feeling. I want to know what it feels like to be loved. Besides, no one here as made love to someone they are linked with. I want to see what it is like." Amy and Katie looked surprised. I don't think they knew we were linked. They grinned, and giggled, whispering to themselves. I couldn't hear all of it, but it sounded like bets on the odds of me surviving!

As I snuggled with Becky, I reflected on the last few months. As little as six months ago, the idea of being in bed with teenage girls for anything other than father-daughter snuggling was unknown to me. Now, I was snuggling with my daughters, but it was often so much more. The funny thing was, it was still father-daughter snuggling. Just with benefits. If they had decided tomorrow it would be nothing more, I don't think I would even protest. Sex with them was just a way to snuggle even closer. It was a result of love, not a reason for love.

The girls had all come in still dressed. Amy and Katie still remembered how much fun the undressing was. I kissed Becky, long and passionately, starting to slowly unbutton her blouse at the same time. Each time I unbuttoned a button, she gasped in my mouth and shivered all over. This was one excited little girl! When I finally undid the last button and pulled her blouse all the way opened, she shuddered all over and gave a little cry in my mouth. Had pretty, innocent little Becky just had her first little orgasm? I didn't doubt it. She was Katie's sister, after all, and I knew how hot Katie was. I started kissing her neck, her throat. She ran her fingers through my hair, and then held my head close to her. She gasped and cried out as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I licked it, sucked it, while playing and squeezing the other one. She was flushed all the way down to her chest.

I couldn't help teasing her a little. I stopped, and moved up, holding her close. I heard her whimper softly in frustration. I whispered in her ear.

"Do you want me to go on, sweetheart? I wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want me to."

She was suddenly kissing me everywhere. My lips, face, neck, everywhere she could reach.

"Please! Please take me! Help me forget what it was like. Please make it good for me. Please love me! Help me, and let me help you forget your pain."

The love and sympathy washed over me. I couldn't believe it. Little Becky was worried about me! Wanted to make it good for me! Everyone was right. She was so sweet. I decided right then that everything really would be all for her tonight. She had already given me everything I needed tonight.

Amy and Katie were lying on either side of Becky. They were holding her, kissing her cheeks softly, whispering in her ear. There was nothing sexual about their cuddling or kissing each other, just the signs of affection I had seen my little angels do everyday, but I had seldom seen anything so hot. Amy and Katie looked at me and smiled sweetly, their eyes filled with desire, and with thanks for what I was doing for their sister.

I ran my hands down her sides softly, tickling her in the process. She shivered as I softly touched her, caught between being tickled and being aroused. Being aroused won out. I ran my hands softly, gently, slowly over her flat little stomach, caressing it and feeling it tremble each time I touched it. She was whimpering and crying out almost constantly now.

When I slipped my hand inside her shorts, inside her panties, I could feel her, Amy and Katie all jerk at once. They remembered how hot that was. Becky couldn't take it anymore, and she reached down to undo her shorts. I took her cute little hand and moved it up to my mouth, kissing it. I smiled at Amy and Katie, and they both reached down and started unbuttoning her shorts. Becky's eyes opened real wide in surprise and confusion, as they lifted her little butt and slipped her shorts and panties off. She looked at me, confused and scared. I whispered in her ear, comforting her.

"It's ok, Becky, they won't hurt you. They don't get into girls. They just want to help a little, make it good for you, and relive their first time. They won't touch you down there." She relaxed visible, and kissed me, a hot, smoldering kiss.

I started kissing my way down her body. She was trembling all over now. When I spread her legs apart and moved my head between her legs, she put her hands on my head and held me.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice trembling. "That's dirty and gross. You can't like that!" Before I could answer, Amy and Katie jumped in.

"Let him do it. You will love it. We promise!" They both assured her. They gently removed her hands from my head and lovingly held them, caressing and kissing them. I tried something new. I let my green surround her orange, and caressed her. Her eyes flew open in surprise and amazement, and then she smiled softly at me, and spread her legs more for me. I could feel her nervousness still.

"If you don't like it, I promise I'll stop," I reassured her. She smiled trustingly at me. Knowing what would happen, Katie kissed her just as I licked her little pussy and clit for the first time. She screamed into Katie's mouth. As I sucked her clit into my mouth for the first time, she screamed again, and started thrashing all over, shaking violently. Then she stiffened her whole body, cried out again, and passed out.

I was stunned at her reaction. I felt her completely short circuit in her mind. She cried out my name in her mind just before she fainted. If this was her reaction this early, this was going to be a very interesting night! Amy and Katie held her, looking at me in shock, as I gently licked her thighs and pussy, slowly and softly, feeling her jerk each time I touched her.

It took her quite a while to revive. When she finally came to, she threw her arms around my neck and dissolved into tears, holding me close. I could feel these were happy tears, but I could also feel something else. She had sampled my mind, and felt how much I wished this was Victoria, how much I missed her. She was crying out of intense emotion, but also in sympathy for me. I had tried to hide that emotion, but I couldn't hide from my Little Orange Person. I knew she understood completely, and loved me for always keeping Victoria first. She kissed away tears, tears I didn't even know I had been crying, and whispered to me that it was all right. Then she guided my cock to her pussy, and guided me right in, raising her hips to help me penetrate when I tried to go slow for her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and then did something I didn't expect, something I would never forget. All the time I stroked slowly in and out of her, she played scenes of my most intimate, wonderful sex with Victoria in my mind. Oh, how I loved this girl! It was always for someone else, never for her. When I came inside her, as she came with me, I passed out this time.

When I finally revived, I had three of the prettiest girls in the world cuddling with me. Becky was lying on top of me, with Amy and Katie snuggled as close as they could get. All three were kissing me everywhere they could reach. Amy and Katie had stunned looks on their faces. Amy expressed it for all of us.

"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen, Dad." She looked at Becky, her eyes filled with love. "Thank you!" she said. Becky smiled sweetly, blushing all over. We all fell asleep, snuggled together. I slept the whole night through, the first good night of sleep I'd had in six weeks.