As Brad slowly woke up, he felt the warm bodies snuggled up to him, and a smile blossomed on his face. He opened his eyes to Terri's green ones looking back. "Good morning, love."
She smiled sensuously at him. "Good Morning yourself, handsome. You've been hiding that weapon between your legs from us. I'm surprised I'm not sore this morning."
Briefly he closed his eyes and felt his loves. Only he and Terri were awake, but the rest were also waking up.
She chuckled; "Though I'd love to see one of us trying to explain to a medical doctor how they got so much cum in their pussies without breaking their hymens!"
"Huh? I didn't think that was physical, except for you," Brad commented.
"I don't understand it either. I mean if it was physical enough for you to pump us all full of your baby juice, then it should have broken their hymens too. I only wish I could have been aware of my body when you took mine," Terri said. "I noticed Samantha and Heather leaking your cum when I got up to go to the bathroom earlier."
"You will be aware of it. You're still a virgin too, just like the rest of us," Stephanie said from behind Brad.
"Speak for yourself, I haven't been a virgin for years," Joyce said.
"Well, you are again. Before we went to sleep last night, I healed all of us back to our original conditions. I included the hymen for Terri, Joyce and Vanessa. We are all virgins for our husband." She looked a little confused. "I don't know why I did it, though. I mean I wouldn't do something like that unless I asked first. But somehow it just felt like the right thing to do," Stephanie admitted.
Joyce had a tear running down her cheek as she knelt over Stephanie and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. "Thank you."
"Well, I guess that explains why I don't hurt this morning."
Brad had to do a double take when he looked at Joyce. She looked ... younger. Like she did in their shared awareness last night. He looked over to Vanessa and his mouth fell open. She was standing beside the other bed stretching. Her large firm breasts seemed to defy gravity and the lines that had formed around her mouth and eyes were gone. Her skin glowed with the health of youth. She looked no older then Terri and Tara.
"Vanessa, how do you feel this morning?" he asked her.
"Hmm? Oh, I feel really good. Best I've felt in years, why?"
He smiled at her; "I think you better go look in the mirror. You've changed rather dramatically."
She almost ran into the bathroom followed by a giggling gaggle of nude teenagers. An excited screech from the bathroom was followed by an almost instant hen party. At long last, Brad fully understood where that name had come from. They actually sounded like a bunch of hens.
Brad knew something was wrong when the noise from the bathroom abruptly stopped. He sat up quickly to see the bed he was on surrounded by naked teenaged females. Normally this would be a wonderful dream, except every one of them had a look on their faces.
Brad did the only thing he could think of. "Uh, what's wrong?"
Tara, on his far right (the opposite direction he was currently looking) spoke first. "A Hen party?"
As Brad's head snapped around to look at her, Vanessa, who was opposite of Tara's position spoke. "Did you forget that sharing a gift meant that it goes both ways?"
Just as Brad's head made it back to Vanessa, Sammy, who was standing next to Tara, opened up. "You are so busted!"
As the girls continued to try to give him whiplash, he tried to use his gifts to see if this was a game or if he really had offended them. He felt a slight resistance, then he knew. It was a game they were playing. They could never hold a random thought he had against him.
Well, since they were playing with him ... He concentrated and, sharing the gift of telekinesis, he lifted a screaming Tara onto the bed and his lap. "Since I have so greatly wronged you ladies and since Tara was the first to say something I shall start by making it up to her," Brad said as magnanimously as he could. He leaned forward and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. She gasped and felt his cock twitch under her naked ass. He rolled them over so she was on her back. She reached down and placed him at her opening. She swabbed his dick through her pussy a couple of time, and he realized that she was coating his cock in her juices. Whatever she was doing, it felt really good on his sensitive head.
Finally she placed him at her small opening, and pulled. He took the hint. Once again, he felt the pressure building as her hymen stretched. She groaned loudly as she bit her lower lip. Finally her hymen broke and he slid almost three inches of cock into her before he stopped. She grimaced in pain, and a tear fell from one of her beautiful eyes.
Brad froze. He knew losing your virginity was very painful for girls, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt these women. He leaned down and kissed her by way of apology. She kissed him back, fiercely attacking his mouth with hers, and she gently sobbed out her emotions. Brad felt that while it hurt her, a lot, she loved him right now, more then ever before.
She gently broke their kiss and opened her eyes. "You feel a lot bigger than you did last night. Go slowly for a while please. I need to get used to you."
"But won't it hurt you?" Brad asked.
"Yes, it will. I probably won't even have an orgasm this time, but I want this. I need this. Please make love to me, Brad. I love you," Tara said.
"I love you, too," he said, feeling her emotions.
She saw the love in his eyes and she swooned, trying to pull more of him into her despite the pain. Slowly he pressed into her, but backed out and slowly stroked forward again. He gently made love to her for almost twenty minutes before he went off in her tight virgin hole. Her pain had served to help hold him off.
As they lay in each other's arms on the bed, Vanessa and Heather climbed on to join them. Heather took his now limp member into her mouth while Vanessa gently licked Tara. The two women cleaned the two lovers with soft licks and kisses.
Heather looked up at her two mates. "Breakfast is ready in the dining room. Why don't you two throw on some clothes and join us? You can shower after."
Tara and Brad looked at each other and grinned before scrambling out of bed to grab some clothes. Both were really hungry.
"I think I have loved Terri for years, which is why I was such a bitch to her all the time. But now I love all of you." Heather shook her head. "Well, at least poppy will be happy. Now, I know I keep bringing it up, but you guys are in some kind of trouble, and I want to know what I can do to help."
Brad told her the tale, from beginning to end, leaving nothing out. She looked stunned. "You really weren't pulling my chain last night. Okay, so the first thing we need to do is make that suburban disappear." She pulled out her cell phone and started making calls.
"Brad, I should really get back upstairs and work on the computer. I've got a lot to get done, and zero time to do it," Sammy said. "Just, lots of coffee please and make sure something edible shows up somewhere near me around lunch time."
One of the serving staff overheard her and nodded at her. "I'll try to make sure of that, Miss. If you need anything else from us, just pick up the phone and dial zero-two-zero."
"Thank you," Sammy told the man with a smile.
Heather spoke up. "The Suburban will be gone shortly. We have a couple of vehicles here you can use until we figure out what to do. I'd like to suggest we call my father. He might have some ideas."
Brad felt a little nervous about confronting Mr. Brown. What he told Peter last night was true; Mr. Brown had ways to make sure warnings got listened to. "Heather, are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, isn't he going to be really pissed that you have not one boyfriend, but a boyfriend and six girlfriends?"
Heather looked thoughtful for a minute. "There is an explanation for this, but no he won't. He'll understand. I'd tell you why, but it's not my story to tell. None of you have anything to worry about. Just don't tell him we restored my hymen. When he found out I was going to have sex, he had my gynecologist remove it so I wouldn't feel any pain. It was gone before I knew what was happening, it was one of the only times Poppy and I have had a fight."
"Okay, call him. But please don't say anything about our story on the phone. You never know if 'Big Brother' is listening," Brad said.
"Actually, I think I can fix that. I'll just need everyone to bring their cell phones to me later. Once I find out the name of the ... uh ... company that made us, I'll initiate an attack on them," Sammy said.
"Try Ecogen Labs. I once overheard Poppy talking about them. He said they were some secret government place up in the airpark," Heather said.
"Damn, beautiful and smart! I think we should keep her, Brad!" Sammy said, kissing Heather on the cheek as she walked by.
"Keep me hell! You're stuck with me little girl!" Heather chuckled back.
"You didn't think I was so little when I was sucking your pussy in the shower this morning!" Sammy shot back. One of the wait staff, a slightly Hispanic looking woman, dropped the cups she was picking up as she stifled a laugh and blushed. She glanced up at Heather, smiling.
Heather shot back, "You're such a slut! You only said that for shock value, and look, you made poor Marie drop some coffee cups!" The smiles and giggles were the only indication this was a play fight. Marie started chuckling as she picked up the cups again.
Sammy ran around the table and kissed the maid on the cheek as an apology. "Sorry Marie."
"It's okay Miss. It's good to hear the love in your voices when you tease each other. That has been missing from this house for a long time," the woman said. She winked at Heather as she made her way back to the kitchen.
After Tara and Brad showered, they joined Joyce and Terri in the back yard for some exercise. None of them wondered how they all seemed to instinctively know the martial arts moves. By the time they were done, two hours later, they all needed a shower again.
Heather, Vanessa, and Stephanie were joined by Marie and one of the men to move Heather's belongings from her room to the room they all shared. Sitting in one corner of the room, totally oblivious to everything going on around her, Sammy typed away at her keyboard. When Brad and the rest of the girls came in, the only one not hot and sweaty was Sammy.
"I forgot to give you guys the tour last night, but we do have a fully equipped workout room down by the pool, and a jogging track around the outside edge of the property. Poppy has a firing range in the basement, but I wouldn't want to use it without his permission. There is a big hot tub and a sauna in the pool house. Suits are required in the pool because we have nosy neighbors, but optional in the hot tub. When the staff is off duty, they can also use the facilities here, so don't be surprised," Heather said. "We'll talk it over with poppy once he gets here, but it's obvious none of you can go back to school." She looked sadly at Terri and Tara. "Which sucks this close to graduation."
Tara shrugged and hugged Heather. "If nothing had changed, we would still think you were a bitch, and none of us would have gotten together. I think I like the way things have turned out." Terri nodded her agreement.
"Heather, Marie and I would like to go take a shower and change. Is there anything else you'd like help with before we go?" The man asked.
"No, thanks for your help Walter, and you too Marie, it sure made the move easier," Heather replied. "I think I forgot to make introductions though. Walter, I'd like you to meet the people I love." Heather introduced everyone to the big man that Heather said was her poppy's driver and general handyman. Walter had an almost gruff demeanor as he was introduced around and Brad wondered if he was having a problem with the group relationship. After the two had left, Brad asked Heather about it.
"I think Walter just doesn't understand. He doesn't seem to have a problem with homosexual relationships, since I've had girls over before and it was obvious we were lovers. I think he'll get better as he sees how we are together. Hell, I don't really understand it either; I mean there is no jealousy. A week ago, I would have been insane at the thought of sharing Terri with anyone, even Tara. Now, I love all of you so much that I feel more loved when I see two or more of you together," Heather said.
Vanessa got a dazed, far-away look on her face and a strange emptiness radiated from her to her mates. "In the year 2243, the planet Aphrodite will be united in celebrating the life of Heather Rogers, Planetary Governor and much loved leader of 'The Rebellion'. Governor Rogers is survived in life by her life-mates, the mysterious Rogers family and their twenty-four children, sixty-two grandchildren, one hundred and fifteen great-grandchildren and three hundred seventy four great-great grandchildren. The Governor was noted as the oldest known living human among the planets of the alliance at the age of two hundred and fifty-four years." Vanessa stumbled against Brad, who caught her. "What just happened?"
Heather stood there staring at Vanessa. She had gone very pale as she listened to her own obituary. Terri and Tara were both holding the trembling young woman. "2243? That can't be right; I'll be over two hundred and fifty!" Heather said, obviously still shaken.
Brad stepped forward, still holding Vanessa, and kissed the teen. "It means we get almost two hundred and forty years together, lover."
"Brad, that vision ... it was weird, fuzzy, there were echoes of other conversations, other situations. It was almost like I was receiving a thousand different TV channels all at the same time. The ... what I said, it was only the clearest." Vanessa tried to explain. "I think it means that, for now, that is the most probable outcome of events."
"Take it easy, lover. We're all still trying to learn our gifts. We can't really say what it means yet, can we?" Brad asked.
"Let's all get showers, and then we can talk. I think we all need to relax," Joyce suggested.
"Poppy should be getting here anytime. He said they would head right back," Heather told them as they were sitting around before lunch.
"Everyone! We need to see this!" Vanessa said as she turned on the television.
" ... once again, Dr. William Rogers, a local genetic scientist, was killed last night during a raid on his home. Dr. Rogers and his family have been implicated in the theft of classified research from Dr. Rogers' employer: Ecogen. It is unknown at this time if Rogers was planning on selling the stolen research, or if he was working for someone. Government officials will only say that the information stolen was very sensitive and could be use to harm a lot of people if it fell into the wrong hands. At this time, the Office of Homeland Security has issued warrants for the arrest of Vanessa Rogers and their five minor children. The mother and children killed nine federal marshals that had been sent to arrest them, and critically wounded one other. Mrs. Rogers and family are to be considered armed and extremely dangerous, and federal officers are asking people to avoid them at all costs, but report any sightings as soon as possible." During the report, pictures of Brad and his mates where displayed on the screen. "Also wanted for questioning in this case is an Ecogen security officer, Joyce Miles. Ms. Miles disappeared during the raid on the Rogers' house, and it is unknown if she is helping them or a hostage. In either case Homeland Security would like to speak to her.
"In other news, Opinion polls for the recent congressional decision to extend the suspension of certain civil rights..." Tara leaned forward and turned the TV down. "That's not good."
"Indeed it's not young lady. May I assume from your reactions to the announcement that you are not guilty of the crimes they are accusing you of?" An older man of maybe fifty years was standing in the door to the room. Next to him was a tall, heavily-muscled, blonde woman holding a gun. On his other side, was a large man that would look at home as the defensive line for a professional football team. He was also holding a gun. Unseen by the man's body guards, Joyce and Terri were on each side of the door pointing the stolen MP5's at the guard's heads.
"Poppy!" Heather yelled and jumped up to hug her father. When she saw the guns she froze. "Poppy, the guns aren't needed. Please ask them to put them away."
Mr. Brown nodded to the blonde, who relaxed and put her gun away. The man-mountain on the other side also put his gun back into his holster. That was when they saw the two women step away from the walls and lower their weapons. To say the two guards were shocked was an understatement. The big guy almost redrew his weapon — almost.
Heather closed the distance to her father and hugged him. "You're right, Daddy. The government is lying again. Let me introduce you to my lovers and we can get the whole mess explained to you."
"Miss Heather, Mr. Brown, Lunch is served in the dining room," Marie announced.
"Thank you, Marie. Let's talk over lunch, folks. Carrie, Hal, relax. I get the feeling if these young people wanted to harm me, it would have already happened, so drop the bodyguard mode, okay?" Frank Brown said.
His two guards nodded, and visibly relaxed. Everyone moved to the dining room to eat the excellent food, and talk. Two hours later, the story was told, and a few questions asked and answered.
Frank leaned back from the table. "Well, I think I understand the situation now. Understand it, but I don't know how to counter it. Obviously, you all can stay here as long as you want. I can see the changes in my little girl and how happy she is. If she says you're her mates, then you're family. I don't claim to understand how poly relationships work, but I know they do for some people. I'll try to get some people on getting your names cleared, but frankly, once the SS at homeland security get involved, there's little hope. Our elected idiots gave them far too much power without regulation and they are using it against the wrong targets. No one cares; as long as they can report progress against terrorism, the obvious abuses they commit are completely ignored by our 'impartial' press.
"Mind you, these are my private beliefs, and I'd quickly find myself isolated if I made them publicly known, and the government would audit my books and generally make life miserable. If I persisted in my seditious talk, evidence would be structured to silence me. My family has a long history with certain criminal organizations. All that is in the past now, because more money can be made in legitimate business practices. The scariest part of it is that our government is acting more ruthless than most of the mobs ever did.
"How do you fight a government that controls or has suspended all the avenues for legally challenging its decisions? You can't, which leaves only illegal means. To cross that line brands you a terrorist and traitor, subject to automatic condemnation by the rest of the nation that stops listening once they hear that one word.
"Even if a person was willing to do what it took to correct this mess, no matter the means that one person had, it would still be an impossible task. No one person can stop our government. I'm sorry for the long speech, kids, but the long and short of the whole thing is, you are caught in one of the major problems with our country, and there is no easy way out of it."
"I guess," Sammy said as she entered the room, "The only question that remains is; are you the type of person that would be willing to be labeled a traitor and terrorist?" She walked around the table kissing her mates as she went. "You would be far from alone. I know of a group of people that are more than willing to undertake this ... project. However, they lack leadership and direction. They are aware of this shortcoming, but are unwilling to recommend one of their own for the position. They feel that people with their skills don't have the right type of ... personality."
"What else do they need?" Brad asked.
"The current leaders are willing to meet to discuss it. They also feel that a meeting will serve to convince them to follow the person. If they don't approve, they'll disappear and we'll never be able to contact them again," Sammy explained.
"Young lady, these people sound very mysterious. Are you absolutely sure you can trust them?" Frank asked.
"Sir, the reason they are being mysterious is that they have more to fear than we do. They've been hunted longer than any of us. They are the current leaders of 'The Rebellion'."
Frank, Carrie and Hal immediately thought 'terrorist' and then chuckled at how well they've been brainwashed by society. Samantha explained exactly who they were and what they were capable of. "To summarize, Sir; these are the people Bill Gates would kill his mother to get to work for him. The government intelligence agencies have killed trying to get them under control. Every attempt has failed. In the only case that they actually caught one of these guys, he was released before the FBI could arrive to take custody of him. It seems the officers made a mistake and apprehended the wrong person. The computer records described the criminal as female and much older. The kid they had in custody apparently had no record at all. You can't catch what isn't there. The establishment firmly relies on their computers because they believe in their invulnerability. The truth is, there is no such thing as an invulnerable computer, and computers control everything!"
"When?" Brad asked.
"Soon. I gave them our area, and they'll get back to me with a location. Once they give me the location, we'll have an hour to get there or they disappear and sever contact," Sammy said. "This is a new thing for them. They are willing to trust someone they don't know because they recognize the danger our government poses. They need help to fix it."
"You make it sound like a malfunctioning computer," Frank said.
"Sir, to them, that's all this is. Mr. Brown, you have to understand, the average age of the people we're talking about is fourteen. They understand something's wrong, but can't actually grasp the whole picture. All they know is that the big machine that runs our lives is broken. They feel it's their job to fix it."
"That's a pretty simplistic view of the world," Frank said.
"Well, I'm really simplifying things to make it easier to understand. These people represent groups of highly intelligent kids that have been largely ignored or abused by their parents and peers. We are talking about the invisible under-achievers that society as a whole shuns. Trust is almost non-existent for them. This meeting is an indication of how urgent they feel the situation has become," Sammy explained.
"I'll do what I can to help them. This feels like the right thing to do," Brad said.
"I'll help too, but I have to remain invisible. If my connection to this group is ever exposed, everything I've worked for will be destroyed," Frank said with excitement in his voice. "I think this just might be the only way to do it!"
"Set up the meeting please, Sammy," Brad asked.
"The other thing I thought I should tell you is that we have a lot of money. I don't know how, but those Grand Cayman accounts held just over ten million dollars. That money is now our money. It's still in the Grand Caymans, but in a different account at a different bank," she said.
Stephanie suddenly spoke up. "Really? Mr. Brown, Do you happen to get the Wall Street Journal?"
Frank got a smirk on his face and answered, "Of course!"
"May I borrow it tomorrow? After you've finished with it of course," she asked.
"Certainly, but what do you plan on doing with the information, if I may ask?" Frank smiled.
Brad chuckled and answered for Steph. "Do you remember Heather doing a project for school involving the stock market?"
"Of course I do, I was so proud of her, she doubled her money in the time period allowed," Frank answered.
"The project had kids fictionally invest ten thousand dollars in the market. They have to pick the stocks and record their progress," Brad explained.
"Yes, I remember."
"Stephanie made over a million dollars during that project. She has an uncanny ability to pick stocks that are going to do well. However, I don't see how she can hope to do any trading since we are all wanted by the authorities," Brad said.
Frank looked shocked at the news. "A million ... I'd love to know your secret young lady."
"I'd be happy to share it with you, if I could. All I do is read the paper, then I might do some research on the computer if a company sounds promising. Really, all it takes is research," Steph said.
"Well, I'll open a separate account in my name for her to use tomorrow. However, I'm curious as to how this other devious little lady plans on getting ten million dollars into the United States for you to use without the government getting wind of it," Frank asked.
Sammy snorted, "That's easy. A series of unrelated dummy corporations from selected states will take out corporate loans from certain selected banks. They'll use specific offshore accounts as collateral. Within a month, a foreign corporation will pay off the loans."
"Where are you going to get the dummy corporations?" Frank asked.
"I don't, all I need is the electronic footprint of the corporation. Remember, everything in today's society is based on the computer," Samantha said. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work. I'm still trying to hack into Ecogen." She kissed Brad on the cheek and pranced out of the room.
"Amazing! Are all of you like her?" Frank asked.
"We each have special skills and abilities, Sir," Brad said.
"I'd guess little Samantha's is computers, and Stephanie's is finance?" Frank asked.
Vanessa chuckled. "No sir. Those are their hobbies."
"Sir, I didn't want to tell you what our abilities are because we didn't want you to think we are a bunch of crack-pots. Most of the stuff is pretty unbelievable," Brad said.
"How so?" Frank asked.
Brad turned to Joyce and silently sent her a message. She grinned and held up her hand. Cupping her hand, she concentrated and made a ball of flame appear hovering over it.
Brad sent a message to Terri and she concentrated, gently lifting all the coffee cups off the table without spilling any coffee. Tara held her hand over a glass of water and drew the liquid up out of the glass to dance in the air over her hand in the form of a miniature waterspout. Stephanie closed her eyes, and disappeared.
Frank sat totally in awe. Carrie and Hal, sitting on each side of him, exclaimed loudly at the show of abilities. "Not all of our abilities can be demonstrated so easily. Some have effects that are not readily visible," Brad explained. "Okay girls, that's enough."
"That's extraordinary!" Frank exclaimed.
"There's more to it, sir. Last night was the first time we were together ... uh, romantically. Your Daughter was with us. We didn't know anything more than what you would expect would happen. Well, we bonded - mentally. As a result your daughter received a gift and also bonded to us," Brad explained. "She's so much a part of us, we can feel her inside ourselves."
"You did something to her?" He asked getting defensive.
"No, Poppy. I don't think they did. I remember all of what happened, though most of it feels like a dream. Poppy, it feels so wonderful; I can feel them too. I can hear them in my mind if I concentrate on it. They didn't do anything to me; I always had a choice. I could have refused at anytime. Poppy, I'll never wonder how my lovers really feel about me, I know how they feel because I can feel it in them. I admit at first it wasn't love for all of them, but I did love Terri. When I felt their minds, I couldn't help but fall in love with all of them," Heather explained and calmed her father.
"So what ability did you get from this ... bonding?" Frank asked.
"Empathy, Poppy. I can feel emotions," Heather said. "I can feel this makes you uncomfortable, but please believe me, Poppy, I'm finally happy."
Frank seemed to relax. "I guess that's all a father can really ever hope for. I don't suppose I need to worry about any of you ever hurting her?"
"No sir, I don't think you do," Brad said.
Frank sighed and rested his head on his hands.
"Poppy? How long have you been getting these headaches?" Heather asked.
"Not long, Princess. It's just been a long day, don't worry yourself," Frank replied.
"Poppy, why are you lying to me? I thought you loved me?" She was getting upset. "Stephanie, something serious is wrong with him. Please help him."
Stephanie walked up to Frank and gently touched his arm. "Sir? One of my gifts is the ability to heal. Can I help you?"
Frank smiled tiredly down at her. "Thank you child, but no. I don't know how I would explain the absence of an inoperable brain tumor. I'm just glad that my princess found someone to take care of her before I passed on."
"Sir, I can save you. We'll just have to figure out a way to do it that your doctor will believe. Please sir, let me help you?" Stephanie said.
"Well, if you can take my headache away for now, perhaps we can think of a way to fix it later. I'd like to show my new son and daughters-in-law my shooting range," Frank said with a slight smile.
Stephanie leaned forward and gently kissed the older man on the forehead. As she straightened up he smiled broadly at her. "Sweetheart, you're better than the morphine they gave me." He glanced up at Brad and the rest of the girls. "If anyone wants to tag along, let's go downstairs. I think you're gonna like this."