Chapter 1
"Holy SHIT!" Bill Simpson swore as he sat bolt upright in bed. The last few nights he had been having really weird, but erotic, dreams. Tonight's offering scared and shocked him. Now he was worried he was going crazy.
The dream started just like the last few, with indistinct feelings and sounds, and the vision was all blurry; out of focus. The feelings he had, while really intense and over-the-top pleasurable, just didn't feel... right to him. Most things about the dream didn't feel right. For one thing, his nipples had never been that sensitive, and the other feelings... He could only wish his cock felt that good when he had an orgasm.
However, as tonight's dream wore on, it gained a little more in focus, the sounds became more distinct. He could almost recognize the surroundings, but he had the feeling it wasn't the same place the other dreams had been. What woke him up so abruptly was the sound of a female voice screaming 'BILLY!' loudly in orgasm. The voice had come from the person dreaming... It had come from him.
'Since when did I start having wet dreams about myself?' he wondered. His groggy brain pointed out a few errors in his assumptions. First, the voice he had dreamt was definitely female, and second, only his mother and sister called him Billy.
He climbed out of bed, thankful that he had been wearing underwear to catch the sticky, slimy mess that had ended up there. As he pulled off the briefs, he thought he heard his sister, Katrina, moaning in the room next to his. He used the soiled garment to finish wiping himself clean, and, donning a new pair, he pulled his robe on to go out to the kitchen to get something to drink. The last thing he needed right now was to listen to his sister getting herself off in her room.
He stepped out into the hallway and noticed that his mother's light was still on. Since it was rather late at night, he ignored the sounds coming from his sister's room and turned to his mother's room to make sure she was all right. As he raised his hand to knock, the door, which must not have been fully closed, silently swung open about an inch or two. Hearing her moving around, Bill peeked in and the sight almost made his cock explode into his clean underwear.
At the onset of puberty, Bill and his sister became, by society's standards, rather unattractive. They were overweight, and acne had made life really hard on both siblings. Katrina had beautiful, soft red hair that she wore to the small of her back, and stood about five foot two. She weighed, Bill guessed, about one-seventy. He really didn't know how large her breasts were since the baggy clothes she wore all the time managed to hide what curves she might have had. Even at home, Bill hadn't seen her in less than a baggy sweat suit since they were children.
Bill, himself, was five foot nine and tipped the scales at two hundred forty. While it didn't appear that he was severely obese, he was fat enough to not have had any dates his whole time in high school. To make matters worse, the siblings had very good grades. Both kids skipped their freshman year allowing them to graduate at the ripe old ages of sixteen and seventeen. Bill and Katrina were ten months apart in age (Bill was seventeen and Katrina was sixteen), but the timing of their births put them both in the same grade.
Life had been hell for the two as they grew up. Neither had any real friends, and no one seemed to want anything to do with either of them. Bill wondered if more than ten people, other than teachers, even knew that they went to school with them.
Their mother, on the other hand, was probably the most beautiful creature Bill had ever seen. Looking at her, it was hard to believe that she was their mother. She was an inch taller than Bill, and was lean and well muscled, like a professional body builder, but took great pains to hide that fact from most people. It wasn't possible, however, to hide her beauty. She had flowing strawberry blonde hair that she usually wore loose and down to mid-back. Her skin was naturally dark, and totally flawless. She looked like she had a perfect all over tan year-round. Her face looked angelic, with slightly elfin features and a small mouth that could grin mischievously when she had a game afoot. She had full D cup breasts, with nipples that would announce themselves to the world when she was cold through almost any shirt she wore. Her tummy was flat, and she had a nice tight looking heart-shaped butt. All mounted on a pair of legs that any runway model or Vegas showgirl would kill to have.
It was a standing joke between his sister and him that their father must have been a real toad because neither of them had inherited any of their mother's looks. Neither of the kids remembered their father.
Susan, their mother, had given birth to Bill when she was fifteen. Susan told the kids that their father had been killed shortly after Katrina had been conceived, but had left them the estate he had inherited from his parents. Susan had also been orphaned at a young age, and used the estate money to raise her two children. Bill had no doubt that she loved both of them more than her own life, because she had given up so much of her life to raise them. She never dated, nor went to any events that her kids were not directly involved in. She had even given up her high school to care of the kids. Bill knew she was smart. She had taken and passed the high school equivalency test many years ago, and continued on to complete an accounting course through the mail. Though the estate money was enough for them to survive on, they were by no means rich, or even well off. They lived in a trailer house on a small piece of land just outside of town. The land and the house were paid for, but the estate money only just covered the expenses. So she took on work from home to help make ends meet and give them some spending money.
The moment Bill peeked into his mother's bedroom, he got a good look at the parts that had always been covered. The blonde goddess was on her knees in the center of her bed, completely naked. Her face was buried in a pillow to stifle her moans of pleasure. Bill noticed those things later, however, as his eyes were drawn to the curve of her tight ass and her busy hands. His mother's left hand held the base to what Bill assumed must be a dildo, and alternatively pushed then pulled it in and out of her ass. Her right hand was doing the same thing with another toy for her tightly stretched pussy. Suddenly she rammed both rubber dongs hard into herself and she stiffened in what had to be a massive orgasm. Bill could hear her screaming into her pillow.
Quickly, before she could turn and see him, he retreated to his room. His cock was so hard it hurt. What was with his family tonight? Was everyone going crazy? He lay on his back in the darkness for a long time, the images of what he had seen indelibly imprinted in his mind. Once he was sure she was asleep, he dug out the underwear he had worn earlier and, with his mother's image in his mind, slowly began to stroke.
Susan sighed deeply as she pulled the toys from her body. The time had to be soon; she didn't know how much more of this she would be able to take. She could still feel the remnants of her son's dream, and her daughter's masturbation. They had started to communicate finally, even if it was only on a subconscious level. She and her husband John had debated whether to hire someone else to raise the children, but time had run out before a decision could be reached. The others had found them. John had given up his own life to give them time to escape, and to draw suspicion away from her. The natural bond she had with the kids was rapidly becoming a disability. She was being affected more and more by the leakage from them.
Setting her toys aside, she quickly pulled out a special laptop computer she had hidden long ago, and began to record her observations, and her fears. The experiment was working rather better than she and John had planned. The kids were basically well adjusted, if a little disgruntled with others their own age. Very soon, Susan hoped, that wouldn't matter to them anymore. Very soon, she would have to bring the experiment to completion, and turn them loose on the world.
Rereading her words, she had a feeling of dread pass through her. 'I hope that the casualties from the war will be few, ' she thought to herself. 'But if the kids can pull it off, humanity will be far better off. At least their destiny will be their own once more.'
She had put her computer away, cleaned her toys in the bathroom and had just gotten comfortable when she felt the super-intense feelings of lust from her son. It hit her with such force that she gripped the sheets and clamped her legs shut as she felt what he was imaging in his head. 'Oh gods! Not again!' she gasped mentally. But this time was different; she was awake, and she could actually feel her son's cock slamming into her suddenly soaked pussy. "What the fuck!" she managed to gasp out loud. "Telekinesis?"
In his room, Bill was rapidly stoking his hard cock. From the room next to his, he heard his sister moan again in her sleep. Unbidden, into his fantasy, Katrina joined him. With a sexy smirk on her face, she knelt behind the image of his mother he had made that was riding him. He felt her soft tongue caress his shaft as it slipped into the tight hole he pictured in his mind. He felt the image of his mother jump as Trina began licking her ass and pushing her tongue in. Every so often he could feel her lick his shaft as it pulled out of their mother.
The image was so real in his mind, that it felt real to him in bed. He felt his balls draw up and Trina pulled him out to swallow the head of his shaft as he began to blow his load.
He opened his eyes to the ceiling above him, his hand around his rapidly deflating cock. He reached for the dirty underwear to clean himself, but found that there was nothing to clean up. 'Now that's weird, ' he thought. 'Maybe I missed my stomach, and shot on the bed.' After a thorough search he still found no trace of his semen. Exhausted from the intense exertion and lack of sleep, he fell back into his bed, naked, and almost immediately fell asleep.
As she awoke from the dream (it had been a dream hadn't it?), she swallowed again; she could still taste Bill's spend in her mouth. But obviously Bill wasn't in the room with her, and neither was their mother. Now where had that come from? She thought her mother was beautiful, yes, but to dream of having sex with her? And... licking her... there? Trina had never fantasized about another woman before, and never had she even thought about tonguing someone's asshole. Though, she had to admit to herself, it sure felt great to do it to her mother, at least in the dream.
The taste in her mouth was pervasive. She remembered there was some orange juice in the refrigerator and she got up to get herself a glass. Not that she would mind helping her brother out; he was actually the only boy that was even partially nice to her, and it hadn't tasted that bad at all. She just didn't need the reminder while she was trying to get back to sleep. Smiling coyly, she put on her robe and went to get a glass of the juice.
In her room, Susan was panting raggedly. Her heart rate was way into the stratosphere and she was sure that she was about to have a massive heart attack. Telekinesis hadn't been in the original design. These two were much stronger than anyone could have thought. 'Tomorrow... I've got to start tomorrow. If I try to wait any longer, they most likely will kill me next time, ' she thought. 'Wow, but what a way to go... '
"So graduation rehearsal is all you have in school today?" Susan asked.
"Yeah, we have to turn in our books, then we can spend some time saying good-bye to all our friends," Katrina said sarcastically. "Then we report to the gym at ten o'clock for the rehearsal. After that, we're free to go. We should be home about noon."
"Great! With luck, I'll have a surprise for you two when you get home," Susan said.
"Come on, sis. Let's get this over with. After tonight, we'll never have to go back to that place," Bill said to his sister. He rose, kissed his mother on the cheek and started for the door, Katrina right behind him.
Once they were out of the house, Bill asked his sister, "Trina, did you have weird dreams last night?"
She blushed slightly; "Yeah, but anymore, that seems to be the norm. I've been having weird dreams for a while now. But you know, I don't seem to mind them. They're weird, but... I don't know, relaxing? Comforting?" She tried different words to describe the feelings and emotions. "I don't know, but when I wake up, I'm a lot more relaxed and seem to have more energy, at least until we get to school. Why do you ask?"
"I've been having them too, though they haven't been relaxing to me. I'm starting to worry that I might be going crazy or something. They're just too... different. I have no idea where my brain is coming up with these dreams. They are not what I used to dream about."
"Do you want to tell me about them?" She asked, then noticed how uncomfortable he looked. "I swear, I won't laugh or tell Mom. Maybe if you talked them out, you'll feel better and they won't bother you so much anymore."
"I don't know, some of that stuff is pretty... Trina, I would, but the problem is, you were in them. At least I think it's you. Sometimes I think it's Mom, but it's always one of the two of you. I shouldn't be dreaming such things about my sister and mother. I've tried changing them to something else, but they come right back."
Bill noticed that Trina bit her lower lip, like she does when she is trying to make a decision. "Bill, it's okay, you can tell me. I've... I've been dreaming about you too. Last night was the first time Mom was added to the mix."
"What do you mean? Have you been having erotic dreams about me?" He asked.
The somewhat panicked way in which he asked, and the look on his face, almost scared her, but for the last few years, Bill had been her only friend, and she felt that she had to talk to somebody about these dreams. "Um, yeah, sorry, but I have. Bill, please try to remember, that I don't have any control over what I dream about. I know it's wrong, but you are always the one in those dreams. Last night was the first time it was so clear though, and Mom was involved. It's actually pretty strange; I was dreaming my normal dream about you and I... uh, doing it. Then, after we finished, Mom got on top of you. I've never had any interest in girls before, but you have to admit, Mom would be a good choice for a fantasy. Anyway, you and she were going at it, and it was turning me on something fierce. So I... uh... started to... well I started to lick both of you... down there."
Bill pulled over, and looked closely at his sister. "Trina, this is important. Did you lick her ass?" He sounded almost desperate for the answer.
She blushed a deep red. "Yeah, I tongued her ass. It was so erotic that I almost came again. Then when you two were almost finished, I pulled you out..."
"... and sucked me until you swallowed my cum," Bill finished for her.
She looked at him in confused wonder. "How did you know?"
Bill quickly told her about seeing their mother in her bedroom, then getting himself off later in his room. "The really weird thing is that when I went to clean myself up, there was nothing to clean up. I know I came... it felt like I shot a gallon, but I couldn't find a drop."
Trina turned a little white. "You did come, and it was a lot. Don't ask me how, but I swallowed it. I thought it had been a dream, but now, I don't remember actually waking up. When I got out of bed to get a glass of orange juice, I could still taste you. Don't ask me how, but last night, I sucked you off and swallowed your cum after you finished fucking our mother. I wonder if she dreamt this? But Billy, I don't think I was dreaming. I think I was awake, but how could I have swallowed you when we weren't even in the same room?"
"I don't know, Trina. I just don't know. Other than last night, the dreams I'd been having... they weren't me. I mean, I don't think I was the person having the dream." He paused; "What a minute... Last night, before the thing with Mom happened, you said you were dreaming of me. Were you dreaming of fucking me?"
"Uh, yeah. That's what I've been dreaming the most of lately. I had thought the room we were in was mine, but I remember seeing some things that are in your room. It was all just so... different. I hope you don't get mad that I dream about you. You're the only boy that I like enough to want to do anything like that with. It really sucks that you're my brother." She looked at her hands, waiting for him to say that she was sick, or that she was crazy. Secretly she was praying that he felt the same way.
"Trina, I love you. But we can't be lovers. Not only would society shun us even more than they do already, but genetics would prevent us from ever having a baby together. I don't know about you, but I want to have kids someday. Besides, I think it would really hurt Mom, and we owe her too much to repay her love and trust like that." He paused in thought. "I know this is going to sound totally crazy, but I think we should talk to her about this." He held up his hand to forestall the outburst she was about to make. "We don't have to mention your dreams, we'll talk to her about mine. Something about all of this is way too 'twilight zone', and maybe she can help us, okay?"
Bill had started driving again, and they were nearing the school. Trina took a deep breath and finally answered him. "Okay, Billy. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. It's one of the reasons I love you like I do. I just wish we could go away somewhere and just be together without hurting anyone. Hell, I could even stand to share you with someone so we could have children. As long as it was the right person." 'Like Mom, ' she added silently to herself.
"I know, honey. Let's talk to Mom after school. This whole thing is driving me up the wall too," Bill answered.
Susan watched the kids pull out of the driveway. She immediately grabbed her own car keys and drove to a furniture store. There she bought a king-sized bed, and asked it to be delivered at eleven that morning. The sales clerk assured her that wouldn't be a problem. After a quick stop by the local Wal-Mart for bedding and a few other things, she returned home.
She had known this day would come, so she had planned for it to some degree. For example, the trailer house they lived in had once had the wall removed between the two bedrooms the kids now occupied. The wall that she had built to replace it was a thin temporary thing that she could remove herself in a few minutes with a hammer and a crowbar.
By a quarter to eleven, she had taken the two twin beds out and moved them to the shed behind the house, removed the kids' posters from the intervening wall, and taken it down. Now the kids had one big room that the king-sized bed she had purchased should fit in perfectly.
As it turned out, the deliverymen were five minutes early and she asked them if they would be so kind as to set up the bed for her. Of course they agreed, since she was wearing a skimpy halter-top and a tight pair of ragged jeans.
Within minutes, the men had the bed set up, and she offered them a glass of lemonade for their hard work (as well as a generous tip). She ignored their rather blatant attempts to get into her pants, and shortly they had finished up their drinks and left. Susan went back to her room and retrieved her laptop and another special device that she had brought with her when she made her escape. Soon the kids would be home, and she would tell them some things they wouldn't believe. She just hoped they would take it well.
"Well, that was fun... not!" Trina said as they walked back to the old Honda Prelude Bill had gotten to drive them to school.
"Just a few more hours, sweetie, then we'll never have to come back to this dump ever again," Bill said yet again. "Remember, we have to be back here at six, and we'll be done by eight. Once we get that diploma in our hands, we are so outta there!"
"Billy, are you still planning on talking to Mom when we get home?"
"Yeah, the more I think about it, the more I believe it's the right thing to do. Sweetheart, we need help here. Otherwise we could seriously screw up our lives. I don't know about you, but all I could think about today was you. I think I'm becoming obsessed," Bill admitted.
"You're not the only one! I already want to drag you into my bedroom once we get home. I don't think Mom'd appreciate that," she joked.
"Unless she was actually dreaming with us last night; remember what she was doing when I saw her last night. She did seem a little out of it this morning."
"Now that you've mentioned it, she did seem... I don't know, more tired than she normally does. I guess we'll find out when we get home. Billy, when you're talking to her, you can tell her about what I dream too. I think it'll be easier to explain, and it's not like we've actually done anything yet, at least anything we had control over."
"Well, if we don't get something figured out, you might just have company tonight, and you won't be dreaming! I'm so damn horny right now..." Bill admitted.
"I know. I can see your cock; at least you managed not to have a hardon all day. I've been worried about soaking through my pants all morning. I'm so wet right now, it's like I peed myself! If we had room, I'd suck you off right now!"
Bill groaned at her admission. "Sis, knock it off! I don't need to be any harder!... And I'm trying to drive here! Behave!"
Chuckling, she reached over and took his hand. "Okay, love. I'll behave."
For a moment, Bill had seen his sister as a beautiful redheaded young woman with the flawless skin and dark complexion of their mother. But when he glanced again at his sister, she looked the way she always had. Still, the image stuck in his mind, and before he knew it he said, "You're so beautiful, Trina. I love you."
Trina heard Bill tell her that she was beautiful, and was momentarily shocked, but as soon as the 'I love you' registered, she knew he meant it as a woman, and not as a sister. She melted. "I love you too, Billy. I always have, and always will."
He squeezed her hand tighter and pulled in the driveway of their house.
Susan had known when the kids were about to arrive — she could feel the lust before she ever saw the car. Both Bill and Katrina must be about crawling out of their skin because of the hormones raging through their systems. That should make this easier, as long as they kept their focus on each other.
She stood in the middle of the living room, took a deep breath to center herself, and waited for them to walk in the door.
She smiled when she saw the way Bill was holding his sister's hand. Though they might not be physical lovers yet, the emotional bonding was going very well. She was glad that by tomorrow or the next day at the latest, no one would be able to recognize them.
"Mom," Bill began as soon as he saw his mother. "We have something we need to talk to you about. It's really important to us, so could you please try not to freak out until after we finish talking?"
Susan's smile grew at his words. They weren't scared to talk to her about this. That was going to make this a whole lot easier. "Bill, Katrina, I think I know what you want to talk to me about. I'll be happy to answer any questions or talk about anything that you wish, but I'd like to show you something before you start. I think it might answer a lot of your questions, and maybe put your minds to rest on a couple of issues. I need you to promise me that you will watch this, and save your questions for after. I also need you to promise me that you won't go to your rooms until I tell you that you can. Trust me, this will all make sense. I know we don't have that much time, so please sit down, and we'll get started."
Bill and Trina, still holding hands, walked into the room and sat on the couch. Susan finished closing the blinds before typing a command into a laptop that was sitting on the coffee table.
A man materialized in front of the kids as if from thin air. He was tall and appeared to be in pretty good shape for a man of maybe forty-five years. He had dark brown hair that was going to gray and looked to be thinning, but the bright, knowing eyes were looking directly at them.
"Hello kids. If you're watching this, then your mother has decided it's time for you to begin your real lives. In case your mother never got to tell you, I'm your father. My name, at this time, is John. Unfortunately, I don't know what your mother's name now is, or what she named you.
"You see, when she left, she was running to protect you from those who would have preferred that you had never been born. The world as you may know it isn't really what the world that actually is.
"Long ago, a group of people was sent to study a radically less advanced society. In addition to the primary mission of observation, there was a secondary priority to assist and subtly guide the society as it matured. The observers were to remain anonymous since knowledge of them would most likely destroy the society being observed.
"Years passed and the mission performed well. Then, abruptly, the team lost contact with their people. There was no way to find out why there was no longer communication, since the team had no method of transportation to return, and no way to build any.
"So the team became a colony. Some members wanted to take control of the people they had been sent to study and bring their level of technology up so that a means of returning to their homes could be built. However, most of the scientists, including the leader, decided to continue as they had been and simply wait until they were rescued. A few years later irreversible damage was done to the native society when one team member ran away from the protected colony and assumed the identity of a native to elude his pursuers. He was eventually caught as he was performing 'miracles', healing people and raising the 'dead'. Rumors quickly spread that this man was the product of a virgin birth and the core of a new religion began to form. A few hundreds of years later, one of the offshoots of this religion became the most powerful institution of the 'civilized' world.
"Keep that fact in the back of your mind for now. In the passage of time, all things change. The original faction that wished to assume control of the population was still lurking in the background. When the colony governor died, a civil war broke out among the colonists. Many were killed, but ultimately those who had been lurking in the background for thousands of years assumed control of the remainder of the colony. The colony itself had been destroyed as a last act of desperation to keep most of the advanced technology from being captured by the dissident elements.
"Ironically, none of the people that had engineering as one of their skills were members of the dissenting faction. So with the loss of all of the available technology, and still no way to build more, the dissidents went about the job of gaining control of the indigenous population. The remaining members of the original 'conservative' group scattered and went into hiding, because if they remained available, the dissidents would have forced them into actions they did not condone.
"To this day, the dissidents search for the remaining members of the colony. The reason I'm telling you all this is because your mother and I are two of those they are searching for. I'm sure, by now, you're wondering how a middle-aged man and a young mother could possibly be members of that group. I'll leave that for your mother to explain.
"As you've probably guessed by now, the colony was not from Earth. The original settlement was on a small island near what is now called Crete. It later came to be called Atlantis. Now, don't panic. Even though your ancestors didn't come from Earth, they are human. Yes, there are genetic differences between the races, but we are close enough to produce children with them, although children among our people were quite rare, because we had also discovered the fountain of youth.
"Aging, like any other physical ailment, is a process controlled by the brain. If you control the brain, you control the body. Over the millions of years of our civilization, we found that unless an injury is instantly fatal, a person could heal themself rather quickly, and disease became nonexistent. With this knowledge, other things began to be discovered which you will find out about later, but one thing was the fact that some knowledge could be passed from one person to another. Schooling became all but pointless except for basic instruction and training. Usually, our children were out of school by the time Earth children learn to walk. With all this ability to share knowledge, you might think that everyone had the total knowledge of the whole race. They didn't. There is simply too much information, spread over many millions of years. No one person is capable of containing the assorted memory reserves of well over a trillion people. It became the responsibility of the parents to pass on their families' memories to their children. Skills and professions were passed from master to apprentice in much the same way, but each master was very picky in selecting an apprentice.
"I have given my family memories to your mother to give to you along with her own. We have also made arrangements for each of you to meet with specific people to gain their skills and knowledge. The two of you are special, and not just because you're my children. Your mother and I made certain... adjustments... to your DNA coding shortly after you were conceived. We tried to give to you something that no one else in history has ever been able to obtain. While the rest of us have certain mental abilities in comparison to the humans of Earth, what we can do is strictly limited to our own bodies. If all goes well, the both of you should be able to manipulate others' bodies against their own will.
"Before I get into the details of what we planned, I feel I should tell you that what we've done was strictly outlawed by our own people. It violates one of our base principles. It was viewed as a major infringement of the right to personal privacy. You see, if you develop the ability we have programmed into you, you will be able to enslave the mind of anyone, including one of us. With all the mental ability we have, there is no defense against the ability we have given you.
"Since you are viewing this message, something didn't go the way we planned and I am not there with you. I am sure your mother raised both of you well, and you will be responsible with the power we have given you.
"I'm also sure you're beginning to wonder why we did this. Well, simply put, we are loosing our fight against the dissidents. You are basically what amounts to our last hope. The dissidents are firmly in control of this world and are now looking to build a ship to return to our planet. They have decided that the old government collapsed and want to return to try to assume power. If that happens, they will physically and openly enslave whole star systems. Their leader already calls himself Emperor and his minions are called Dukes. Once they have attained control of our federal battle fleets, we are sure they will return here to openly enslave this planet before moving on to the next humanoid populated planets.
"We all hope you will accept this... mission. We realize we have given you little or no choice. However, your ability has been... muted to prevent you from gaining the ability before you were ready to deal with it. If you choose not to accept what we ask of you, your ability will remain muted and you will live a normal human lifespan. If you accept, your mother will help you to activate your ability and learn to control it. She will also pass on to the both of you both of our legacies of memories and arrange for you to visit those that have agreed to assist us in training you for your task."
The man paused for the first time in almost an hour. "Kids, there is one more, final thing I wish to ask you. It's not connected in anyway to your decision. I loved your mother very much. She was the only woman I've ever loved; please take care of her.
"I'm very sorry I wasn't there to watch you both grow up. As it is, your mother is only a couple of weeks pregnant with you, daughter. Since I never got to know you, it's hard to say that I love you, but I do feel love for what Aloya, your mother, and I have started. I can't even begin to put into words the feeling I get when I hold you, my son. I hope that someday you will know what I mean, and understand me when I say to you that I do love both of you, though for now it may seem hard to understand. Please take care of yourselves, your mother, and each other. May you choose the right path for you both to find happiness. Good-bye." The image dissolved as rapidly as it had formed, leaving them in dark silence.
A sniffle broke the silence a few seconds later, and the siblings turned to see their mother sitting behind them, at the breakfast bar, crying. "Are you okay, Mom?" Trina asked as Bill got up to go hold his mother.
She accepted her son's arms around her and she laid her head on his shoulder. "Yes honey, I'll be alright. I loved him very much. I didn't know he put that in as part of the recording and I wasn't ready to hear it. I knew it would be hard to hear his voice and see him again, but that was just more than I was prepared for."
"Would it help you to answer some of the thousand questions I have?" Bill asked. Because I'm bursting to get some answers," he continued, giving her a teasing smile.
She gave a brave smile back to him. "You bet! Why don't we sit at the table? I'll make some P, B & J sandwiches."
When they had the bread, peanut butter, and the jelly, they all sat at the table with large glasses of milk. Bill started the questions. "Mom, most of the questions we had, actually have been answered. I'd like to know more about relationships; specifically, do you mind if Trina and I become lovers?"
Susan chuckled, "Somehow I knew that would be the first thing you were going to ask." She paused, and then continued, "One of the traditions of our people was polygamy. Our leaders didn't restrict people by dictating who could love whom. We also didn't prohibit incest like is done on this planet. The risk of defect is higher between members of the same family, but it's not as drastic as has been portrayed. Our standard prenatal care was sufficient to detect and repair such defects as they occurred, so even siblings or parents and their children were allowed to enter into what you would call marriage with each other. So, no honey; if you and your sister both agree, I see no reason why you can't be together. However," she added hastily, "I want you to make your decision in regards to the, uh, mission before you decide this. You two have been leaking a lot lately, and I honestly don't know if I can stand being in range of you when you actually do make love."
Trina looked concerned a moment. "Does that mean that if we don't accept the mission, that we can't become lovers?"
"No honey, all that means is that if you don't accept, I won't give you the knowledge to control the leakage, so I want to be able to get to a hotel before you two start to go at it. You two almost killed me last night." When she saw both of them blush, she quickly added, "Don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed it, but damn! Next time, please do it in person!"
Both young people stared at her in open-mouthed shock. "You mean you want to have sex with us?" Trina asked. "We thought that you might be pissed at us over last night."
"Pissed! You two pay me the best compliment you can, and I should be pissed? No, I feel flattered, I'm not upset." She smiled at both her children. "As far as having sex with you goes, I love you both very much. If you asked me to join either of you, I would be very flattered and do my best to show you how much you really mean to me."
When neither of the kids said anything for a couple of minutes, Susan changed the subject. "Do either of you have any questions about the other stuff your father told you about?"
Bill looked at Trina, who motioned for him to go ahead. "Yeah. If these bad guys are so powerful, how are we supposed to stop them? I mean, it shouldn't be possible to get anywhere near them."
"Well, to put it bluntly, either kill them or enslave them. As long as they are stopped from doing exactly what they're doing it doesn't really matter. We are concerned about what happened to our home world, but we can't let them make an expedition on their terms. Their leader is totally insane, and his followers aren't really that far behind him. Unfortunately, the ones that are still the sanest are really the ones doing the day-to-day work and handling security. They have, in their custody, several members of our group, and have been forcing them to do research on their behalf. One of those captured scientists is a spy that let herself get captured so she could keep the rest of us informed of their activities. She is one of the strongest, mentally, of all of us," Susan explained.
"Mom, you want us to go out and kill these people in cold blood? I... I don't know if I could actually kill somebody. I mean, I'm still undecided on the death penalty for convicted felons!" Trina said.
"I know, sweetheart. It's hard to justify killing someone you've never met and know little to nothing about. We knew that this would be the hardest part for the both of you. In order for you to make an informed decision about accepting this task, you need information you can only get after you accept it." She paused, and looked Katrina and then Bill in the eye. "The best that I can tell you is that you'll have to trust us that these men are more evil than you can imagine. The best example I can give you without giving you the memories I have, is Adolph Hitler. Though both World Wars were fought because of a plot to take over the planet, Nazi Germany is the best example of some of the atrocities these people are capable of."
"Adolph Hitler was one of them?" Bill asked, amazed.
"No, he wasn't. He was only a pawn in a much larger game. A young man by the name of Friedrich Guzman was. He was never listed as one of Hitler's inner circle, but he was there. He was the one that fed the little Corporal's ego and encouraged him to do things. If the axis powers had won that war, Hitler wouldn't have lasted very long as the leader of the master race. Hell, he wasn't even German, he was Austrian."
"So what happened to this Guzman after the war?" Trina asked. "Was he killed?"
"At first we thought he had been, but later we found out he had moved to Moscow. I think you've heard of the Cold War?" Susan explained.
"Bill," Trina said, "I think we can learn the rest after we accept the mission. I know we don't have all the information we'd like, but I trust Mom. Besides, you heard Dad; we're the last hope we have. I'm not crazy about the killing aspect of this, but if it'll stop someone like Hitler, I'm willing to try."
Bill looked thoughtful. "I think you're right, sweetheart. I honestly don't believe there is any choice for us to make but this one. I'm not crazy about the killing either, and I'm even more sure I don't want you involved in this, but I think this is the way it has to be." He turned to Susan. "Mom, I accept the mission."
Trina also told her mother that she accepted and Susan smiled. "Thank you both for this. Trust me here; children are rare enough for us. Don't think for a minute that I'm overly wild about the fact that I might be sending one or both of you out to die. Now all we need to figure out is when to do the transfers and activate your abilities."
Bill's ears perked up at her words. "Okay, now I have a couple of questions. You just said 'abilities', plural; Dad only mentioned 'ability', singular. The other question is, you told us that we've been leaking our feelings or dreams or whatever. How can we be leaking, if our abilities are not yet active?"
Susan sighed; "You caught that, huh? Well, it seems that our experiment with you might have given you more than one ability. Last night, I distinctly felt you touching me, which implies Telekinesis, an ability that we didn't attempt to activate. Given what we did to your genetic make-up, the only ability you should have is Telepathy. I'm curious as to how this happened and what else you can do, if anything. However, the only way I could find out would be to return to our old lab, and as far as I know that was destroyed. As for you leaking, your powers are muted, not shut off. It's impossible to shut them off completely."
"Okay, so why can't we get started now?" Trina asked. "I don't mean to sound single minded, but I feel like I'm gonna rape Billy soon."
"There are a number of reasons. First, once we start, the whole process will take more time than we have before you need to go to graduation, and it can't be interrupted. Second, there will most likely be some physical changes to you since we will be activating a portion of your brain that has been dormant since birth. Before you ask, no, I have no idea what changes, or to what extent they will occur."
"Gee Mom, I'm starting to feel really under the weather here. I think I might be coming down with something," Bill said, glancing at his sister and winking.
"You know, now that you mention it, I'm not feeling all that great either. Mom, I think you should call Principal Stokes and let him know we aren't going to make it for the ceremony since we are so sick," Trina grinned back at Bill.
"Are you both sure about this? I mean, you've worked really hard..." Susan began, but was cut off by Trina.
"Mom, the only reason either of us would want to go to the damn ceremony tonight is to get our diplomas. We both absolutely hate the thought of sitting through an hour and a half of the most boring speeches given by people who don't even know we exist. We have no friends to say good-bye to. It's no big deal. I'd much rather stay here and do this."
Bill nodded in agreement. "Not even the unpopular kids seemed to want anything to do with us, since we had no interest in drugs and never went out to parties. Please, call him and ask him to send the damn things. Or better yet, you can stop by his office tomorrow to pick them up. The school owns the robes; we already have our mortarboards and tassels. There is no reason I can think of that we ever need to set foot on that property again."
Without further comment Susan grabbed the telephone and made the
call. When she hung up, she glanced at her kids and stood. "Follow me."
She turned and walked to the door. After locking it, she smiled at the
two following her, and proceeded to their bedroom.