Chapter 4 – The “SH” Sense

Serena Stefanou is naked in my house! The thought reverberated through Michael’s young mind over and over. He could barely catch his breath as he gingerly walked into the ensuite bathroom. His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes took in the vision that fate had granted to him. When he had turned twelve, his father had given him his first Playboy magazine and then sworn him to secrecy from his mother. How cool was that? Michael had worn that magazine out. However, none of the models in the magazines compared to what he was seeing now. Either it was because this was his first live naked woman, or it was because the naked woman in question was Serena, whom he’d been fantasizing about for over a year.

Serena had her eyes closed and was washing her hair. This action had the benefit of lifting her breasts up and down. Michael stared at them as they jiggled to the motion of her hands. They were not large like the models he had seen in Playboy or Penthouse, but since they were the first live breasts he’d ever seen, they were the most beautiful in the world. Michael’s eyes wandered down Serena’s body, totally mesmerized by the sight. Serena turned slightly to get more shampoo and Michael was treated to the sight of her round bottom. It was shaped like a heart and looked both soft and firm at the same time. His gaze flowed down over her shapely legs, and as she turned back around, he was able to trace his gaze back up towards the V made by her legs.

Holy shit!

Michael’s body was suddenly wracked in a powerful spasm. In the stall, the action went up a notch as Serena finished with her hair and was now soaping up her body. This was better than any porn video! Michael’s eyes never left the action behind the glass door as Serena slowly ran the soap bar all over her body. However, water from the shower often obscured his vision a bit.

Damn, I wish the water wouldn’t hide so much! Oh my god…

In the shower, Serena finished soaping and was rinsing her body. Soon she was squeaky clean and reached over to turn off the shower. She opened the shower door and Michael had to step quickly back to avoid being hit. Totally oblivious to Michael, Serena reached past Michael to grab a towel off the rack. She dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her body. She grabbed a smaller towel and wrapped her hair with it. She was just inches away from Michael, and it was all he could do to stop himself from reaching out and touching her.

I was so close! I could’ve touched my first boob! I should’ve touched her! No! I couldn’t have. She can’t know I’m here! She’ll kill me if she knew!

Humming a wordless tune, Serena walked out of the bathroom. Not far behind her, Michael quietly watched her. Instead of getting dressed right away, Serena walked around the room a bit. Opening his mother’s night table, she retrieved a photo album. Walking over, Michael could see that it was the album from last summer’s vacation. It was the last vacation the Wellington family had taken together. They had vacationed in Florida and had spent most of their time at the beach. Michael remembered that vacation very well. He couldn’t stop ogling all the beautiful bikini clad women running around. His parents had teased him mercilessly about it. Serena had opened the album and was slowly flipping through it. She stopped on a picture of his dad, in his swimsuit. His father was naked from the waist up. Michael watched in amazement as Serena stared at the picture with what can only be described as a loving expression. She touched the picture and allowed her fingers to graze over his father’s body.

Oh my god! She’s got a crush on my father! That’s it! She’s never getting close to him again. No way am I letting her screw up my parents’ marriage! Oh man, she’s so close to me. I can almost reach out and touch her!

<<If I may interrupt for a moment, young one. Perhaps now would be a good time to teach you to use your Shiza-haran senses.>>

Not now bro! Hey, were you watching the whole time?

<<Of course. I have no choice. What you see, I also see. However, I cannot understand why the sight of this young woman should totally overload your thought processes. I have been trying to talk to you for 5 minutes now!>>

Just look at her! She’s so gorgeous, and she’s right there in front of me! Wait, what senses are you talking about?

<<As you may remember, Shiza-harans have no eyes, no ears and have no mouth. In fact, we do not have any of the appendages you would normally associate with primitive life forms.>>

Oh yeah, then how do you see, hear, touch and smell?

<<We do not. I have been trying to think of a way to teach you about the Shiza-haran physiology. If you could close your eyes for a second, I will show you a picture of what a full grown Shiza-haran looks like.>>

Ok, but do it quick. She’s flipping to another page and I don’t wanna miss anything!

Michael closed his eyes, but in his mind’s eye, he could still see Serena as she was in the shower. Slowly the image blurred and was replaced by a silvery orb. The orb was almost perfectly spheroid and there were four appendages that resembled his wings when he was in his other form earlier. As he watched the orb began to change shape, becoming longer, leaner and ovoid in appearance. Now it resembled a football.

That’s a Shiza-haran? It looks like an orb or something. And why is it changing shape like that?

<<That is how a Shiza-haran alters its shape to confront each situation.>>

You mentioned that Shiza-haran had young. How did you reproduce?

<<We did not reproduce. We are all individually created in the labs of the Pracetorians. We do not have a gender nor do we need it. We simply are.>>

Gee, where’s the fun in that?

<<Not knowing anything else, this did not bother us. It was enough to be able to soar through space using ones own body. We were never lonely because we could sense each other no matter where we were. The Pracetorians often used us as messengers because of our ability to communicate instantly with one another. We would often be stationed at a specific location for hundreds of Earth years at a time.>>

Hundreds of years? You live that long? How old are you?

<<I was the last of the Shiza-harans to be created. Shortly after I was created, Haran-boda, the home base planet of the Shiza-harans was attacked and destroyed by a Valean armada. That was about 2000 Earth years ago.>>

Why didn’t they just create new labs?

<<Because they were unable to. Perhaps “lab” is an incorrect word to use. The Shiza-haran lab was actually a remnant of an ancient space faring civilization. The Pracetorians discovered it shortly after their jump to space. Most of the Pracetorians technology was based off this forgotten races’ technology. However, they were unable to ever reproduce the marvel that created the Shiza-harans. Maybe if there were more of us, the Pracetorians would be winning this war.>>

A soft sigh drew Michael’s attention back to reality. Serena had stopped on another picture and was touching it lovingly. Craning his neck, he could see that it was a picture of his mother in a bikini. She sighed again and said, “Too bad I couldn’t come with you guys on vacation. We could’ve had so much fun together!”

Wow! She’s got a crush on both my parents! Not that I would blame her. Dad is a hunk, and Mom is a babe that would put any centerfold to shame! What were you talking about earlier? Something about using my other senses?

<<A Shiza-haran does not just see and hear and touch. They experience – arrh, your language does not have an equivalent with which I can use. Close your eyes again. This time, try to imagine your senses wrapped together as one and project them outward.>>

Michael closed his eyes again. He took his concept of sight, sound, touch, taste and smell and put them all together into an imaginary box. Then he imagined this box and thrust it from himself. All of a sudden, he was outside his body. He could “see touch smell taste and hear” everything all at once. It was the single weirdest experience in his life. It was like he was aware and in touch with everything in the room all at once - including one gorgeous woman on his parents’ bed. Reaching out with his new sense, he could see/smell/hear/touch/taste her all at once. It was exhilarating! He traveled up her arm and over her shoulder. Her skin was so smooth and soft. He reached her chest where it covered by the towel. I wonder if I can… Even before he completed the thought, he was already skimming down under the towel. It would seem that clothes were not a barrier to this new sense! Encircling each round orb as if he were using his hands, his body was suddenly wracked in more spasms.

Serena suddenly sat up straight as if spooked. Her towel had come undone and had fallen open. Michael quickly withdrew his newfound sense and opened his eyes. He was treated to another brief vision of Serena in the nude before she wrapped herself back up.

Damn, got a little carried away there. Looks like not only can I sense things, I can also affect them with this “SH” sense. Cool, if that’s not telekinesis, then I don’t know what is!

Serena picked up the photo album again and flipped to the last page. This time, it was a picture of David, Mary and Michael altogether, smiling at the camera. It seemed to Michael that this time, her attention was on him. She sighed again and said, “David, Mary, I miss you both so much! When you get back, we really need to sit down and explain everything to Michael. It’s really not fair to him, or to me. Have you any idea how hard it is for me to see him everyday and not be able to reach out and hold him without weirding him out? You both have treated me so kind, and I’ve never had the chance to properly thank you both for saving my life!”

The phone by the bed rang and Serena reached over to pick it up. Michael quietly slipped out of the room and padded softly back to his bedroom. That was too cool! But what the heck was Serena talking about? Lost in his thoughts, Michael quickly stripped off his soiled gym shorts and threw them in a plastic bag. I’ll take care of this later. Serena’s cleaned up in here, so she shouldn’t be back any time soon. He threw the bag under his bed and went over to his dresser. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that he was still semi-transparent, and when he took of his shorts, the shorts became fully visible as soon as they left his skin. If Serena had walked in at this moment, she would have been terrified at what was happening. The dresser drawer was opening on its own. Clothes were seemingly flying out on their own, and being pulled on to a warped outline of a human body. As soon as the clothes were pulled on however, they too disappeared from sight. Footsteps coming down the hall suddenly caught his attention. He turned to face the door with a horrified expression, just as Serena walked in.

Serena surveyed the room and frowned. “Hmm, I could have sworn the dresser was shut!” Now clad in a bathrobe, Serena walked up to the dresser and pushed the drawer closed. Once again, Michael was mere inches from touching her. She turned and was about the head out the door when something else caught her eye. It was the plastic bag that Michael had thrown haphazardly under his bed. “How did I miss this earlier?” She retrieved it and opened it up. Her beautiful face wrinkled into a disgusted expression. “Huh. Boys will be boys I guess! I’ll just throw this into the laundry!”

If Michael were visible right now, his embarrassment would have been easily apparent to anyone who saw him. Oh crap! I can’t believe she found that! Geez, that’s worse than the day Mom found my Playboy collection! He could hear vague sounds of Serena heading down to the basement where the laundry room was. He took this opportunity to make good his escape. He grabbed another pair of gym shorts and in a flash he jumped out the window and unlocked his bike from the porch. He was just about to hop onto it when his new big brother interrupted him.

<<Excuse me, young one. Do you think you should drop your disguise before you mount your transportation vehicle?>>

Huh? What disguise – oh crap!

Thoroughly embarrassed now, Michael relaxed his hold on the power and he reappeared. A quick survey around showed that there was no one who could have seen him reappearing into plain view. He pushed his bike and hopped on with a running start. As he sped off towards the park to retrieve his backpack, he couldn’t help but puzzle over Serena’s last comments. When did his parents save Serena’s life? They were just a journalist and photographer team, weren’t they?