Chapter 1
Present Day
Calvin Augustus Taylor felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Something was definitely out of place, but he couldn't find it when he looked around. His two sisters, Stacy and Christy, also felt it, because they looked as well, and seemed to get closer to Cal.
"We feel it too, Cal. Someone is watching us, and they are not having nice thoughts," Stacy said.
Almost to himself, Cal said, "The last time I felt something like this, Jimmy Dryfus and his cronies picked a fight. I almost got my ass handed to me." He looked down at the cute, fifteen year old twins. "Come on, girls, let's get our butts home."
Cal would be graduating in a couple of weeks and his super smart sisters were only a year behind him. It was only a six block hike home from the school where all three of them went. However, within that six blocks was a fairly well populated shopping center, with their house just on the far side. The feeling followed Cal and the girls all the way to the shopping center, where they all felt it back off. By the time they got home, none of them could feel it at all.
When they got in the house, the girls immediately ran upstairs to their room, and Cal went in search of their mother. She was normally in her office this time of day, doing what, Cal could only guess.
He had built six computers at her request, and she had claimed three of them. She also ordered up a bitchin' high-speed internet connection and Cal found himself setting up a secure network with one of his mother's computers acting as a server. Whatever she did on the net all day, she must make pretty damn good money at it.
He knocked quietly on her door and she immediately said, "Come in." He entered her 'inner sanctum' and tried to figure out what she did in here all day. He did notice one of the computer monitors had multiple ticker feeds scrolling across the bottom like the stock exchange would have. The rest he didn't get a chance to see as she blanked the monitors.
She turned around to face him, and he was once again struck by how beautiful she was. She was only thirteen years older than he, and he often tried to get her to tell him about those times, but she had always been evasive. She had him when she was thirteen, and then the twins a year and a half later. She had told them that their father had been killed in a work related accident and left them with a huge insurance settlement. Of course, it didn't hurt that she was already a wealthy heiress to the owner of the company that his dad had worked at.
When he didn't say anything immediately, she raised one delicate eyebrow at him. He was rarely tongue tied in her presence, and he never disturbed her while she was working. "Something happen today?"
He cleared his throat and shook himself back to the matter at hand. "Uh, well, kinda. I know it may sound strange, but on the way home, the girls and I all felt like someone was watching us. The girls said that whoever it was, wasn't having good thoughts about us. I was wondering if maybe it isn't time I got a car. I would feel safer about the girls."
She looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "I don't suppose any of you
actually saw anyone watching you?"
He shook his head; "No, but the girls felt it too. It scared the shit
out of all of us. I know it could've just been our collective
imaginations, but..." He shrugged.
Wendy Taylor knew her son well enough to know he was telling the absolute truth. He never tried to get away with anything where his sisters were involved. He loved his little sisters, and they adored him. The result was that if he was worried about their safety, she should be too. She nodded to him. "Give me a few more minutes to finish up what I'm doing. Please keep the twins from eating everything in the fridge tonight; we can pick up something while we're out." Something started tickling the back of her mind, which told her she wasn't seeing the whole picture — something she never ignored. Then a question came to her mind, even though she had no idea why she asked it. "What direction was the wind blowing when you felt it?"
Even though he was used to his mother's mercurial thought processes, the question took him off guard for a minute. He closed his eyes and recalled the moment he had felt the... whatever he felt. "It was calm, no wind at all. Come to think of it, I don't remember any birds chirping or dogs or anything. Just the background noise of the city, though even that seems like it was almost muted."
She nodded and turned back to the monitors in front of her. "I'll be out in a few minutes." As he turned to leave, she glanced back over her shoulder at him. "And Cal?" He stopped and looked back at her. "Thank you for caring so much about your sisters."
He smiled, nodded and walked out the door.
Stacy and Christy were twins. They knew they were different at a very young age, and had quickly made accommodations so that no one would see exactly how different they really were. It's said that identical twins are exceptionally close. With Stacy and Christy, that was only the tip of a very large iceberg. It was almost as if they shared one brain between two bodies, but if that were true, the brain would be telepathic and have a super genius IQ. The girls had more than enough credits to graduate the year before Cal did, but had decided to wait until he graduated, so it wouldn't make their handsome brother feel bad.
One other thing they found that made them not normal, and also left them confused for the first time in their short lives, was how they felt for Cal. One thing they never did was intrude on someone's mind. The one and only time they did it, it scared them because Cal was having a fantasy about Sheila Richards while masturbating. When they substituted their own image in place of the object of Cal's desire, it shook him up so badly he stopped right away, and wouldn't even talk to them for a week.
They both adored their older sibling to the point of deep love. They knew it was wrong, they knew it scared Cal, and they figured out that no one must ever find out how they felt. Which is what confused them; what to do about the deep need and strong feelings they had? They did experiment with each other, but it was more like masturbating because of the mental connection.
Today however, they did need some relief. It was a well-known fact that fear evoked a strong arousal response and the girls were feeling it. Stacy had her shirt off and her pants undone before they ever got to their room. Christy, who had been wearing a skirt and blouse, was nude except for her panties. They closed their door and quickly finished undressing. Within seconds they were on Stacy's bed moaning into each other's pussies.
A few minutes later, after a very satisfying orgasm or two, they were getting into the shower, talking without voices or even words about the growing desire and need for the man they loved.
"Cal is waiting for us to come downstairs," Stacy said.
"We can shave tomorrow," Christy answered. "I thought we weren't going to peek on him again?"
"I didn't, if you were simply listening instead of thinking about my pussy, you would have heard him yourself. He really is getting stronger."
Christy 'felt' for a second before nodding to her twin. "You're right, but I still don't think he is even trying to project. I don't think the thought has occurred to him. If he did project, his mental call would be deafening. Let's go."
A thought occurred to Stacy as she turned to leave their bathroom. She pushed it to her sister to mull over. Sharing ideas like this had become a refined art between the two and a decision was quickly reached. They would let Cal in on one of their most closely guarded secrets. They were going to let him know they were telepathic.
It was Stacy that finally sent, "We'll be down in a second, Cal."
They heard a verbal reply that didn't sound at all surprised, so the girls, now dressed in shorts and t-shirts, (sans underwear) headed down to the kitchen to find a snack.
The girls had once done something like they were planning tonight, except that they had done it to both Cal and their mom. Neither girl actually spoke a word all evening. Much to the girls' amusement, neither Cal nor their mother even noticed. Tonight was going to be different. They were going to make sure that they noticed. The girls were fixated on their brother, but their mother was almost as loud mentally as Cal, and when she went to bed at night the girls could only hold each other and shiver through the multiple orgasms broadcast by their mother. How Cal had never felt them was something the twins would very much like to know.
As Christy made her way to the refrigerator, Cal said, "Mom asked me to not let you guys eat everything in sight tonight. She's going to take us out for dinner because we're going to get a car for me."
"Because of what happened today?" Stacy asked while she was facing him.
He was looking directly at her, but hadn't seen her lips move. He narrowed his eyes and watched closer as he replied. "Yeah, I told her I was worried about your safety and she agreed. We'll probably be leaving in a few minutes."
"So you're finally getting a car. I suppose you're finally going to ask Sheila Richards out on a date then?" Christy asked. She was busy getting the orange juice out of the fridge so he couldn't see her face.
He turned back to Stacy and watched closely. "Uh, no, I don't think so. Sheila is going out with Robbie Sanders. I don't think he'd like it if I asked his girl out."
Stacy was taking a drink of juice as she replied. "Well, I could think of one or two other girls that wouldn't mind if you asked them out."
"I thought so. Just what the hell is going on here? How can you talk without moving your lips? In fact, how can you talk while taking a drink?" Cal asked.
"Think about it, Handsome," Christy said, letting some of her emotions seep into her reply.
"Are you telling me you two are telepathic?"
"No, we're telling you that we are telepathic," Stacy answered. "But using telepathy doesn't have to be limited to words. You can use it to show stuff." She pictured the three of them walking hand in hand in the park. "Or you can express emotions, which I don't think we should show you yet." She looked at her sister who blushed a little.
"Hold on a sec, are you telling me that I can do this too?" Cal asked dumbfounded.
"Absolutely! Mom can too by the way; in fact, she's so loud sometimes, I wonder you can't hear her," Christy said.
"Okay, so how do I do it then? I mean, I have no idea how it works."
"Just picture the person or persons you want to talk to in your mind and think to them. It's really simple," Stacy explained. Suddenly in her head she heard:
"Think-at-the-person. Think-at-the-person. My-god-these-grirls-are-growing-up. Are-either-of-them-even-wearing-a-bra? Are-you-getting-this-Stacy? Damn-they're-both-so-cute. I-wonder-what-their-tits-look-like? Down-boy--they're-your-sisters."
Stacy and Christy both slapped their hands over their ears in a vain effort to shut out the loud stream of thought.
"Whoa! Easy! Try just whispering to me or us. And think only of what you want to say, nothing else. No, neither of us is wearing underwear, and we think you're pretty cute too. Now think back to me slowly, and quietly," Stacy replied.
A look of horror shot onto Cal's face as he realized she had heard everything he had thought. "Oh-my-god! Oh-my-god! They-heard-me! Now-they-both-think-I'm-some-kind-of-sick-pervert!"
Stacy gritting her teeth against the pain the mental screaming induced, and tried to calm him. "Cal, it's okay. Just relax. It's okay; we know you're not a perv. Just relax and whisper to us."
Cal took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Once he thought he had accomplished that, he thought very softly and concentrated only on the words he was trying to send, "Is. This. Better?"
Christy smiled and hugged him. "Much better. As you get used to it, you'll improve. Cal, don't worry so much about having thoughts about us. It's only natural. We won't ever take offence of those thoughts coming from you. We love you." Because she was used to doing it with her sister, she let her real feelings flow to him to reinforce her statement.
"Christy!" Stacy tried to warn her twin, but it was too late. Cal felt the deep love and deep need the girl felt.
Cal was awed by the raw love that flowed into him along with the desire and the passion she felt. Tears formed in his eyes as he realized that the feelings he had buried as deeply as he could out of fear of hurting his sisters had been doing exactly that, but for the opposite reason he had thought. Christy loved him to the total exclusion of all others. It was a love that she shared with...
"Stacy? You too?" he asked.
The other girl nodded in resignation and took his free hand; the other was now wrapped around Christy's waist. "Yes, love, me too. We have both loved you for as long as we can remember. No one else has even sparked our interest. You see, we are different from other people. We share everything including our emotions and feelings. Even if we didn't love you so much, we would have to find a man that would accept both of us, because it would be hard to tell our husband why we have an orgasm because the other was having sex. But that was never really an issue with us. Our hearts will always belong to one man. Unfortunately, he is the one man neither of us can have. So, we'll probably be single for the rest of our lives."
Cal pulled her to him as he pulled Christy in tighter. He pictured them both in his mind as he finally released his own feelings for the two. He shared with them the truth that he had never gone out with a girl because he felt like he was betraying them. The two dates that he did have were shams; he had gone alone to the mall or to a movie. The whole time he was gone, he wished the two cute girls were with him. He also shared another deeply buried emotion with them. Now that he knew them, he didn't want to hold anything back. The girls felt his desire for their mother. There was a healthy dose of lust in it, but it was mostly a deep desire to see her happy. His mind had come to the only logical conclusion a young, horny, male mind could: he was the best choice to make his mother happy. In fact, the thought of another man taking her out on a date deeply disturbed him. "I guess I really am a pervert. The only women I have any desire for are the women in my own family."
"Well, you can't be that bad, because at least two of those women want you just as badly. If you really want to see what mom thinks, listen for her tonight. She gets herself off almost every night," Christy said as she snuggled her brother.
"It about kills us because we can't seem to shut her out," Stacy added.
"In that case, maybe I shouldn't listen for her; I'm kinda afraid what a female orgasm would do to me. They're supposed to be a lot stronger than a male's, not to mention there are a lot more of them."
Both girls chuckled as a voice behind them said, "I don't know whether to be mad or jealous, but you two better let go of him and go put your bras back on before he accepts what you're offering him. Besides, we're going out to get a new vehicle for your brother. Now quit teasing him, and get ready to go."
They both kissed him on the cheek and scampered upstairs; however, he felt them still in his mind, as if a link had formed between them. He heard them giggle in his mind as they saw him looking at their butts as they walked away.
Wendy Taylor sighed as she watched her girls let go of her handsome son and run for the stairs. She had a feeling that those two had fixed on him as a mate. Her main worry was how he would feel about it. Admittedly, she was envious of them, because she harbored her own very secret desires for all of them herself, but her children were her life, and their happiness meant more to her than her own perverse desires. She better have a talk with the girls about birth control before they did manage to trip their brother.
"You know, don't you, that they are both in love with you?" she asked.
"Actually, I just found out. I guess I've been a little blind about that."
'That's not all you've been blind about, but there is no way I'd deny the girls. I wonder if they might share him?' she said to herself, not knowing that she was sending that very thought to him.
As she opened her mouth to speak, he thought back to her, "Oh? What else have I been blind about? You'll have to ask them if they would share."
In her mind she heard her daughters reply in unison. "Of course we'd share, Mom. We love you too you know, just like Cal does, and we know you wouldn't try to take him away from us."
Wendy just stood there for a moment, too stunned to speak, but in
her mind as clear as if she had said it aloud was, "Oh, fuck!"