Chapter 3
The metasynth probes Father had sent to monitor specific families sent an alert; one family had awakened their abilities and was actively using them. He quickly checked which probe it was and directed his avatar to the location. He hoped he would be on time. The Antioch were getting very good at spotting awakening abilities and making them either go away, or making the person using them go away. Father had lost thousands of potentials to the Antioch but from the readings of that probe, there were either more than one person, or they were very strong, or perhaps both. The Antioch were sure to find out about them soon if they didn't know already. His avatar would be in place tomorrow, with any luck at all...
He switched his awareness over to the probes monitoring the Antioch base on the planet. The humans knew it as Area 51 or even the Groom Lake facility. Father knew differently. He watched as a small executive style jet pulled out of one of the huge hangers and taxied out onto the runway. He had a sinking feeling he knew where that jet was heading and why.
Cal awakened slowly. It was a wonderful thing to be in the middle of all that soft, loving, naked female flesh. However, his bladder felt like it was due to explode at any moment, so he tried to disentangle himself from the warn body pile on his mother's bed. He tried to remind himself that she had asked them to call her Wendy instead of mother or mom unless they were in public. They all agreed that for now at least, they had to act like a normal family to the outside world.
When it became obvious he couldn't get out of bed without waking anyone up, he closed his eyes and willed himself to be in his bathroom. He opened his eyes and he was standing in front of his toilet. Handy skill, that, he said to himself as he slowly released his bladder. As he relaxed and enjoyed the piss, he heard three distinctive mental shrieks from Wendy's room. Of course he knew right away what was wrong; each of them thought they were wetting the bed.
"Not funny, mister. You just wait until one of us has an orgasm out in public. And we will have at least one," Wendy said.
During the evening's loving, they discovered that if one of the girls had an orgasm while he was connected to them, he felt it too. He felt it to the point of spontaneously cumming himself, even if he had just cum.
He was just shaking it off when the door opened and a sleepy looking Christy entered. She walked up to him, stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, and then turned on his shower.
He felt through his mind that Wendy was starting coffee and breakfast while she was getting in her shower with Stacy. Stacy and the very sleepy Christy were helping. As soon as the coffee was finished, Cal 'lifted' four mugs of the steaming brew, adding the cream and sweetener for each of the girls, then 'put' them on the counter outside the showers.
Stacy and Christy were in need of a shave but surprisingly enough even the stubble growing between their legs was soft. "I wish we could figure out a way to keep the hair from growing down there. I love being bare, but I hate shaving every couple of days," Stacy said wistfully.
Smiling, Wendy closed her eyes and concentrated. She had shielded her thoughts from the group while she did it, and when she opened her eyes, she took the showerhead and rinsed all the hair off her cute little pussy. "Wow, that worked better than those expensive wax jobs I used to get."
The girls immediately wanted to know how she did it, so she showed them, after extracting a promise from both that they thoroughly check hers later to make sure she got it all.
After the shower, they all dressed and met in the kitchen for breakfast. This meal, by far not the first they had shared, felt like a first. The conversation was diverse and intimate; the love shown and returned was greater, yet more subdued. Cal realized that he was no longer sharing his life with his sisters and his mother, but with three beautiful and wonderful women that were now his wives. The dynamic of the family had changed. They were still a family, but now they were even closer.
During one of their breaks last night, Wendy had answered all their questions freely and without hesitation; where she had been evasive before, she now answered truthfully. She was the daughter of a pairing between her father and her oldest sister. Her first lover had been her mother. Then one night as the two young women shared her sister's boyfriend, Wendy became pregnant. At first the boy was terrified of what their father would do to him, but when Wendy's father had congratulated him, he began to relax. Wendy remained as their lover for the next three years, giving birth to Cal, and then the twins. Her sister, who had married the boy, couldn't become pregnant and became jealous of Wendy and her three children. Wendy tried to tell her that the children where all three of theirs, but Cathy became more embittered.
Wendy finally left, taking her children with her. Two months after Wendy left, a poorly supported brick wall fell on her sister's husband killing him instantly. Wendy's sister was so distraught because of his death and losing Wendy to petty jealousy, she killed herself the next day. Wendy's father, Grandpa Wally, made sure that Wendy received the insurance money on behalf of his grandchildren.
A year or so afterward, Wendy discovered she had a knack for analyzing seemingly unrelated events, and could predict certain market trends. So, she invested a small amount of the insurance money and put the rest in long-term bonds. Grandpa Wally was amazed at what his daughter had done. He thought she would lose everything that should be for her children. But by the end of the year, when she had to ask his advice to find a tax lawyer for the six million dollars she had made, he was astounded. Since that time she had handled the investments for her entire family as well as her own. When Cal asked her how much they were worth, she shrugged. "I honestly don't really know. I have so much fun doing it that I don't worry about the amounts anymore. I'd have to ask our accountants. I will ask you guys not to let anyone know. You'd be amazed at what can crawl out of the woodwork if it's known you have money."
While they all sat around eating and talking, Wendy kept glancing at Christy. "How do you feel, Christy? Is everything alright?"
Both girls stopped eating and looked at her. "What do you mean? I feel great. Better than I think I've ever felt, though I am a little sore between my legs. I still don't know how we got that baseball bat you call a dick into my little pussy!" she teased, looking at Cal.
"I don't know, you just seem different today - like you're glowing or something. I can't really describe it," Wendy finished.
"She's pregnant!" Stacy almost screamed.
"How can you tell? It's only been a few hours. We can't even get one of those pregnancy testers for a couple of weeks yet."
"It's the only thing that can explain it, unless you use Cal's romantic notions of how we have all changed. Hell, you're glowing too Wendy. I just assumed we all were," Stacy explained.
Cal was a bit amazed that he could get two out of three pregnant in one night. He thought of those billboards talking about how teen-aged fathers had ruined their lives. He chuckled, 'I don't think so.'
In bubbly, happy humor, they left the house to go shopping for the new set of wheels. They climbed into Wendy's ugly station wagon and left for the local Chevy dealership.
Cal got his trailblazer and Wendy sprung for all the bells and whistles. It was dark Blue with tinted windows. Cal thought it was love at first sight. After some razzing about a hot woman like Wendy driving an old, ugly beater like the wagon, she finally relented to trade it in — IF — they could find the right car.
The family left the Chevy dealer and went next door to the Dodge lot. It was the same owner, but a different franchise. It was here that Wendy almost had an orgasm when she saw it. A brand new, 2006 Dodge Magnum. Yeah, it was still a wagon, but it was a wagon with serious balls. Wendy was hooked.
They were almost back to the house when Cal felt that watching feeling again. He called to Wendy and Christy in the other car and asked them to pull over in the big shopping center lot.
In front of their house, there where two big black Suburbans with tinted windows. Two men in black suits were at the front door. As they watched, those men took out a set of keys and started trying them on the lock.
"It's the same thing that we felt yesterday, but there are more?" Christy said.
They all felt a sudden urgency in the feeling as if it hadn't found them yet, but it had heard Christy. A row ahead of them, a man in a wrinkled suit got out of a car and walked quickly toward them. At the house, more black suits began piling out of the Suburbans.
The man walking toward them made sure he had their attention, touched his temple, and put one finger in front of his lips, as if to say be quiet. He approached the driver's side window of Cal's truck, and motioned for Wendy and Stacy to come over. Cal opened the window so the man could speak as the other girls got out of the car and joined them.
"You mustn't use any of your abilities, they can detect it. Please, this is very important," he began. "My name is William Danforth, and I'm a private investigator. I've been working on a missing persons case." He turned to Wendy and Stacy, "Ladies, please get in the truck; we need to go someplace safe were we can talk."
Cautiously, Wendy and Stacy climbed in the trailblazer as William walked around the other side and got in. "I know this is very unusual, but believe me when I tell you that your lives depend on those men not catching you. If any of you go anywhere near your house, you'll be dead by the end of the day."
"Cal, head for Grandpa Wally's. I have a feeling we'll need to be seeing him very soon," Wendy said as she thumbed the remote to lock her new car.
Cal started the truck and left the parking lot. He pulled into a gas station across the street to fill the tank. For some reason, he trusted that this William person was no threat to them; however, those men at the house most definitely were.
When he finished pumping the gas, he stuck his head back in the truck, "Does anyone want anything?" After getting their orders, Cal and Christy went inside to get drinks and pay.
Once back in the truck, Cal pulled out and headed for the interstate. Wendy turned to William. "Mr. Danforth, it's a two and a half hour drive to my father's house. Do you think you can tell us what's going on?"
William took a deep breath; "I'll try, though some of it may seem very fantastic; please bear with me. Those men at your house are from Area 51 in the Nevada desert. For some reason they've been tracking down people with active mental abilities and making them disappear. Most are never heard from again, but those that do come back no longer have their ability, and no memory of ever having it or of the abduction.
"The, uh, person I work for has been trying to save these people. You are the first ones I've been able to get to before they did. I suspect it was because of the increased activity near your home."
Wendy looked at him closely; "Mr. Danforth, lying to us isn't a good way to gain our trust. Would you care to try again?"
"Please, Mrs. Taylor, it's only a lie of omission. If I told you the whole truth, I fear you would kick me out and return to your home. I'm very sure of what those men will do to all of you. I will eventually tell you everything, but for now, please accept what I can tell you until we are in a place I can safely prove my story?"
"Okay, as long as you promise to tell us everything before we make an irreversible decision," Wendy said. "You are telling us the truth about the men at the house, though I sense there is more to it. But you were way off base about your employer. So what happens now?"
"What I want to know is, how did you, or anyone else, know about our abilities? We've told no one, and we never used them outside our home," Christy said from the front seat.
"I'm afraid that part of the explanation will have to wait, but I can tell you that the four of you have the highest metasynth levels on the planet. We have a method of detecting that level as well as when it's being used. We picked it up immediately the first time you used it yesterday. It took me this long to get here."
Stacy piped up, "But Mr. Danforth, yesterday wasn't the first time we used it. Christy and I have been able to do these things as long as we can remember. It was only yesterday that we decided to teach Cal and Wendy."
William looked at the girl sitting next to him; "I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that, Miss Taylor. You shouldn't have been able to do anything without it being detected. Mental abilities are driven by metasynth potential, which is basically your innate ability to tap the natural energy of the environment around you. Any use of that energy is detectable since it creates a disturbance of the area surrounding the user."
"Mr. Danforth, may I read you?" Stacy asked. "I don't think it'll cause one of these disturbances if I touch you; if it does I'll stop."
"I would let you, but you'll need to be trained..." His voice stopped as she had taken his hand and he could feel her light touch in his neural net. He felt that the other girl was also searching his net, as if she was a part of the girl holding his hand. They struggled for only a moment before downloading all the information he had about the current situation, including his own history and identity. During the whole interface, he didn't sense even a ripple of metasynth distortion. How they managed it was beyond his ability to understand, though they certainly did seem to.
Christy spoke while Stacy sat thinking. "His real name is simply 'Father'. He is a biological android functioning as an avatar of an ancient computer system built by a race called the Illuminati; we know them better as the Atlantians. They founded the Mayan culture as well as built the pyramids, Stonehenge and many others of the world's mysteries.
"Our real enemy here is another alien race called the Antioch. UFO buffs call them the Greys. The Greys have been hunting down anyone drawing energy from the world around them to use their innate mental abilities. Father doesn't know why, nor does he know why the Antioch attacked and destroyed the Illuminati thousands of years ago.
"He was originally sent here to retrieve the scientists and engineers the Illuminati had on this planet to get them somewhere 'safe'. As it turns out there was no safe place, and the Antioch beat him to this world. It seems that the surviving Illuminati created a device that would infuse their essence into the indigenous population here, ensuring the race's survival at least on some level.
"The Greys, or Antioch, have been closely monitoring this planet; again, Father doesn't know why. The forerunners to humans confused the first Illuminati on the planet. Apparently, Cro-Magnon man had a high metasynth potential, but very limited intelligence and absolutely no mental ability at all. The Illuminati needed the help of the population to mine gold, though they called it Augore, and to build metasynth accumulators. The whole of the Illuminati tech base was run on metasynth. I'll share the rest of the history with you later.
"For now, we need to disappear. The Antioch have control of the government and can track us by our paper trail. Once we get to Grandpa's, we're going to have to do some planning. We could go off-world, but there is no place safe to go. If we try to fight, the Antioch will send their fleet and wipe out the planet. If we try to return to our normal lives, they'll kill us."
Wendy almost yelled, "Our records! There is a complete set of records in my office at the house. Everything is stored on the server, but if we are talking about aliens here, I don't see how even encryption will keep them from getting to them. Then they'll know everything about us, and all the companies we own."
William smiled sadly; "I'm taking care of that. A small drone is almost finished downloading the hard drives of your computers. Are there any paper copies of anything?"
"No, all our important papers are in the vault at our bank. I even scanned all our pictures onto the server's hard drives."
William nodded; "Shortly after the drone finishes, your home, and those computers, will be destroyed by an explosion."
Wendy began to protest, "But..."
Stacy took her hand. "It has to be this way, Mom. Don't worry, everything will work out."
Cal glanced at the man in the back seat. "Father, please call us by our first names. I'm Cal, Christy is up front with me, and Stacy and Wendy are in back with you. I hope you have a good story ready for Grandpa when we get there, Wendy. He's not going to believe the truth."
Stacy smiled; "Oh, I think you'll be amazed at what Grandpa Wally
would believe."