Chapter 5
After the police left, everyone gathered in Wally's family room. Since seating was an issue, Wendy claimed Cal's lap, with Christy sitting on Stacy's lap. Christy was seriously turned on because Wendy was using her telekinesis as a soft tongue gently licking the girl's dripping pussy. As a result, Christy was starting to squirm on Stacy's lap.
"Now, we need to find a place for the kids to live. I wish they could stay here, but I know that someone will find a way to search the house sooner or later," Wally was saying.
Father piped up, "They should stay as close as possible to this location. There is a lay line running under this area that masks them from the sensors of the Antioch."
"Excuse me, sirs; I don't know what a lay line is, but if they need to stay close by, the Andrews place is going up for sale Monday. We got notice that the court battle is over and the property is to be sold," Brian suggested.
Mike nodded his head; "I think it's too close to Wally, but if they need to stay here, that would be a good option. The only problem is going to be the actual purchasing. I think I can do the paperwork in such a way that one of Wendy's corporations becomes the actual owner. That way, when her alter ego inherits everything, she'll actually be the owner. I really need to call Jacob as soon as I can. We'll need him on almost as much as we'll need me. Wally, do you have enough room for all of us? I have a feeling it's going to be a late night, and I'm about to add one more."
"Two more. I uh, called my sister at the Taylors' request. She'll be here in just under an hour," Brian admitted.
Mike looked thoughtful for a moment, as he thought through the implications of that admission. "Okay, she's a good choice as an instructor for them. How about it Wally, you got the room?"
Wally thought for a moment; "We can do this. Wendy, would you mind sharing a room with the kids?"
"Everyone here knows, Daddy, or at least suspects. We trust everyone, so the truth is okay. We told Brian upstairs. If he's going to be around us very much, he'll need to know how we feel about each other," Wendy replied.
"Knows what?" Marsha asked, as if to prove that not everyone was actually clued in.
Mike winced. "Knows that Wendy, Cal, Stacy and Christy are lovers. Exclusive lovers unless I missed my guess."
Marsha sat silently thinking about what she had just learned. She knew she should be offended by it, but she just couldn't convince herself that it was any of her business. She shrugged; "So what? As long as no one was forced into it, I don't see how it's anyone's business but theirs."
Wally grinned at the woman before turning back to the gathered group. "Okay, back to the business at hand. We don't really know how much of a threat the Antioch pose..." He paused while Father snorted. "Okay, we do have a pretty good idea. The question is, what can we do about it? We can't openly fight them. In fact, if we do them too much damage, Mr. Danforth says that the Antioch fleet will likely kill everyone on the planet. Regardless of what we do against them, they will kill Wendy and her family if they are caught. Where do we go from here?"
"For reasons I don't yet understand, the girls and Cal have the strongest metal abilities I've ever heard of. That includes the records I have of the Illuminati. One of the reasons for their initial interest in this planet was because of the strong natural affinity of the inhabitants for metasynth. None of the Illuminati could figure out why people so strong in metasynth potential had absolutely no mental abilities whatsoever. Now, it's starting to surface in your race. Up until that began happening, the Antioch were content to simply monitor this planet. Now they've been taking an active roll in suppressing the emergence of these abilities.
"The Illuminati were allies with the Antioch up until the first attack. I don't have any records of that attack, but the Illuminati fared badly in every attack. The only reason I can think of for this happening was the complete failure of planetary defenses. The Illuminati had no up-to-date military vessels since we hadn't needed them in over a millennium. Even ships such as mine had been decommissioned since the discovery of metasynth transport. The core to this whole issue is, what caused the Antioch to turn on a trusted ally? Why are they intent on making sure no one else has any mental abilities?"
"Hold it!" Mike almost shouted. "Are you saying that the Grays have the same abilities as Cal and his ladies?"
Father looked unperturbed as he replied, "Yes, the Antioch do have metasynth potential. However, none of them were ever as strong as even the average Illuminati. You see, the Antioch don't even have vocal cords anymore. Their bodies are very weak since they come from a lighter gravity planet, but are even more so now since they hardly do anything with physical force and haven't for centuries. The Illuminati found them to be a very peaceful race as the most prominent ability they had was empathy. They had some excellent healers for both the mental as well as the physical body."
"So from what I'm hearing, some event caused them to turn from pacifists into cold blooded killers almost overnight? What could have caused such a thing?"
The discussion began to center on a discussion of the Antioch. Cal and the girls tried to pay attention, but Wendy's phantom caresses had heated Christy's blood to the point she was almost ready to explode. She took Wendy's hand and stood; "Sorry everyone; we were up late last night, and I'm getting sleepy. I'd like to take a nap. Wendy, I'd like it if you could come with me?"
Wendy smirked and she wasn't alone; no one was buying the act. However, Cal and Stacy actually did look tired, and they rose as well; "That's actually a really good idea," Cal said, "though I think I really will take a nap. So you two please try to hold it down to a muffled scream."
Cal and Stacy took another room from the one they would all share that night. Still fully clothed, the siblings lay down on top of the blankets. Cal pulled his sister and wife close. "I love you, Princess."
"Every time I hear you say that, Cal, I want to make love to you." As his hand slid inside her shirt to gently cup her breast, she cooed. "Damn this feels good." She pressed her butt back against him, but he was already breathing slow and deep. If he wasn't asleep already, he would be soon. She forced herself to shut out the sensations threatening to flood over her from her twin, and slowly fell into sleep.
Cal heard the light knocking on the door, and after checking who it was, sent a mental 'come in'. Someone had been in and covered the two lovers with a light blanket and Stacy was still asleep, though she was softly masturbating herself as she ground her butt back against Cal's now hard cock.
Brian entered the dark room and whispered, "Dinner will be ready in a half hour. Wally suggested I wake you since you two were actually dressed. Could you wake Wendy and Christy?" He sat a bunch of bags down on the floor next to the door. "Bree stopped and got you clothes, but won't explain why or how she knew to get them. Mike is getting a little irritated at her I think. Danforth just chuckles every time the subject is brought up, but she refuses to say anything until you four are with us. She says she only wants to explain once instead of repeating herself."
Cal nodded at him before he realized the man probably couldn't see him in the dark. "Okay, Brian, thanks. I'll wake the others and we'll be down in a few minutes. Are you doing okay?"
"Oh yeah, though I was a bit surprised when Bree introduced me to her... uh, companion. I think you'll understand after you meet them."
Cal chuckled; "Okay Brian, I'll get them up."
Brian left, and Cal gently extracted his hand from under Stacy's shirt. She groaned, but continued to rub herself. Cal pulled the blanket away and saw that she had unbuttoned her pants to get her hand in. He got an evil thought, and gently pushed his hand down the back of her pants (luckily they were loose enough) and under her panties. He gently pressed a finger into her very wet pussy and stroked a couple of times. Again the girl groaned in her sleep, but this time in pleasure. He pulled his finger back a little and softly teased her tight rear hole, spreading her secretions. She groaned louder and Cal felt the hand on her clit begin to move faster. He pressed gently against the pucker, and felt her push back toward it. He began pressing in a rhythm, fucking his finger against her ass.
He was surprised when his finger slid into her ass up to the second knuckle. Stacy moaned loudly and continued to frig herself. "God Cal! Push it in farther! Fuck me with it! I'm so fucking close."
Cal continued sawing his finger in and out of her ass as she began shaking and tightening down on his finger; she was also screaming into one of the pillows.
He finally relented after she stopped rubbing her clit. However, she kept thrusting back against him and screaming into the pillow. He held her until she calmed down, softly kissing her neck and gently caressing her naked ass under her clothes.
Finally, once her breathing calmed down, she said, "Damn! I know what I want you to do tonight."
"I don't think so dear. His cock is too big to fit in your cute ass without stretching you a bit more. I however, would love it, and am big enough. We can work on getting you ready for it after you see how much it stretches me," Wendy said in their minds. "Damn that was a nice way to wake up."
"Dinner is in about twenty minutes. Brian said his sister picked up some clothes for us; we'll bring them to the room. Do you think we have time for a shower?" Cal asked.
Stacy had already gotten out of bed, and refastened her pants. "God I hope so; I smell like sex, and so do Wendy and Christy. Though right now, I'd like to either give or get a tongue bath."
"Later, we don't have time right now," Wendy thought back to them. Christy and I are getting in the shower right now. Bring the clothes and we'll save you some hot water."
Cal and Stacy entered the room and set the bags down on the bed. Cal noticed that each bag had a name on it: Carl Jones (Cal), Anne Marie Fargo (Christy), Wanda Jones (Wendy), and Rose McGruder (Stacy). Cal upended his bag to see what the woman had gotten him. The clothes he found were for a much bigger man. Cal wasn't 'beefcake' material like some of the football players at school had been, but he'd never had cause to complain. He stood about five- nine, and weighed maybe one hundred and forty pounds with brownish hair and a rather plainly handsome face. His waist wasn't that thick, but these clothes had to be at least thirty-two's. And the length... the inseam on the pants was a good thirty-six inches.
He glanced up to see that Stacy was making similar discoveries. "We'll never fit in these as we are. I guess she got us clothes for after our 'plastic surgery'."
"What do you mean?" Cal asked as there was a timid knock on the door.
Stacy moved over to answer it before answering him. She opened the door to reveal a small raven-haired woman with a taller blonde goddess standing behind her. "I'm Bree, can we come in?"
Stacy stood aside and let the cute little woman enter the room. She moved with a fluid grace that was mesmerizing. "This is my body slave, Tabitha. I bet you have some questions about your new clothes?"
"Uh, actually, yes, we do," stammered Stacy. "What's a 'body slave'?"
Bree smiled at her. "Tabitha's only desire in life is to please me sexually. She also serves as a normal slave would, but I prefer the term apprentice for that aspect. She has voluntarily agreed to this, so please don't get upset with some of the things you may see me making her do, she actually enjoys it."
Cal felt a flush race through his body at the description, and decided to change the topic. "What about the clothes? None of these will fit us."
"I got clothes for after your transformation. By tomorrow morning you will need to be someone else. Besides, my mind seems to want to refer to you by your new identities even though I know you are not." She paused at the look of confusion on Cal's face. "I believe your 'Father' explained the process to you?"
"No actually, I think he explained it to Stacy, but the rest of us were busy talking to your brother at the time," Cal explained. "She hasn't passed the information on to us yet."
"Ah, now I understand." She looked at Stacy, "Rose, would you please share your knowledge with your mates? Dinner will be served soon."
Stacy again looked confused, and said, "Huh? Oh, my new name. Sure hang on a sec. But we need a picture of what we'll look like to do this. Since you got the clothes, I assume you know?" At Bree's nod, she continued, "May I pass that information along as well?"
"Of course you can, my dear. Soon you will be going much deeper into my mind than that," Bree replied with a little humor.
Stacy closed her eyes and concentrated. Cal felt the information entering his mind along with a picture of a handsome man at least five years older, three inches taller, and at least seventy pounds heavier. The man was well muscled, and almost looked like the stereotypical surfer from California. He realized the information Stacy was giving him was for him to change his own body into the picture in his mind. Without thinking, he did, and almost immediately heard fabric tearing as his clothes were suddenly way too small for him. He felt weak and ravenously hungry as he opened his eyes. Stacy was watching him with her mouth open. Bree just stood there smiling and Tabitha was stand behind her looking hard at the floor.
"Well..." He was startled by the deep sound of his new voice. "That was certainly an experience. Fuck the shower, I'm really hungry now!"
At the sound of his voice, Tabitha dropped to her knees and moaned. Cal now Carl reached out and touched her mind to see what was wrong and recoiled from her in shock; she had just had a massive orgasm and her knees wouldn't hold her up anymore. Bree had been teasing her all day, and his very dominant (to her) sounding voice slammed her over the edge.
Bree's smile beamed throughout the room as she saw the affect Carl's voice had on her pet. Hell, it made her wet too, but she wasn't his. She knew who she belonged with and belonged to, even if he didn't know it yet.
Just then the door to the bathroom burst open as the two nude women came running in. Wendy stopped dead in her tracks as she took in the sight of her new husband. Christy, unable to stop as quickly, bumped into her as she too tried to get a look at what her twin had shown her.
Carl began pulling off the shreds of his shirt to reveal his well-muscled chest. As he tried to get the remains of his jeans off, he said. "I'd recommend you guys do this while you're still naked. These jeans are a real bitch to get off. But Stacy, you better get in the shower first; this change seems to have made me so hungry I could eat a horse."
Downstairs, everyone was seated around the table waiting for Cal and the girls. Brian's sister, Brianna, entered the room. "Ladies and Gentleman, may I present to you, Mr. Carl Jones."
A man none of them had ever seen before walked into the room wearing a pair of khaki pants and a comfortable looking polo shirt. The man had sandy blonde hair and was at least twenty-five years old. He was tanned and handsome.
Brian was immediately on his feet with his hand inside the security company blazer he was still wearing. "Relax Brian, it's Cal. He just visited the plastic surgeon," Bree explained.
Then to the rest of the group she continued, "And his lovely new wife, Wanda." A beautiful strawberry blonde woman only slightly taller than Bree entered to take Carl's hand where he stood off to one side. She was petite, yes, but no one could mistake her for a child. She wore a nice pale yellow sundress that almost matched her hair and showed plenty of the ample cleavage pushed out by her D cup breasts. She had a small cute rear and a trim waist. She looked, at most, twenty-four. Her tan matched her husband's.
Bree smiled at the reactions of the group before continuing. "Now their companions: Miss Anne Marie Fargo, and Miss Rose McGruder." The two women that walked in were no longer twins and most certainly no longer fifteen. Both women were at least twenty years old, but that was where the resemblance stopped. Rose (Stacy) had dark red hair and a pale complexion with smallish B cup breasts. She was tall, almost five-foot-ten, but couldn't weigh more than one hundred thirty-five. She was well built - muscular, but very sexy. She too was wearing a dress, this one a greenish floral print that perfectly matched her eyes.
Anne Marie (Christy) had light brown hair - just a shade or two darker than before the change - that hung down past her tight ass. Of all three she had changed the least. She still had her coltish features, but was larger in the chest with C cup breasts. She was slim, but didn't appear as well muscled as Rose. She had long legs that lifted her to a height of five foot, five inches tall. She was wearing a short, plaid, schoolgirl skirt and a plain white blouse. She looked like a twenty year old, trying to look twelve. She was the epitome of a pedophile's wet dream that would have been at home on any runway in Paris or New York.
Quietly, Tabitha slipped in unnoticed behind the girls to stand near her mistress. She was panting with lust, and sweat was beginning to form on her forehead. Bree could almost smell the woman's arousal.
"Damn that's unbelievable! I know you said you could do things, but this?" Marsha said. "How long can you live, or is this just cosmetic?"
Father fielded that question. "It's far more than cosmetic. I think you'll find that even their essence, what you would call DNA, has changed. Their bodies will remain like this as long as they have the energy to repair damage and that damage isn't to their head. Only pregnancy cannot be affected by maintaining their body since the mind considers that to be a 'normal' state."
The mention of pregnancy reminded Anne Marie of this morning's discussion, and she put her free hand to her mouth, "Oh my god! What about if I was pregnant before the transformation?"
"Then the pregnancy would have been terminated. However, you weren't pregnant this morning when we met," Father replied. "None of you were, or I would have warned you beforehand."
"Damn, I wish we could do some of these things. But it's probably a good thing we can't. This planet is getting too crowded as it is. As for the rest of it, it's just plain scary to think of what a criminal could do if he had these powers," Marsha said.
"Not to mention the fact that if all of you did have active mental abilities, the Antioch would vaporize this planet as soon as they dropped out of warp. However, as far as my scans show, there is no logical reason you don't have mental abilities of some kind," Father said.
"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Ladies, please join us for dinner. I can hear your stomach growling all the way over here, Cal... er, Carl," Wally said, grinning.
"I think that was mine, Gran," Rose answered. "That change took a lot of energy out of us."
Maria, Wally's cook, maid and helpmate (and most times bed partner), served dinner. She didn't comment on the new people around the table nor the strange talk she had overheard. However, she planned to get the full story out of "El Gringo" tonight. Wally could never resist one of her blowjobs, she thought as she was serving the pretty redheaded girl her prime rib. The poor girl had a sudden coughing fit, followed closely by the blonde couple bursting out in laughter while the other new girl tried hard to stifle a laugh in her napkin. She glared at the three as she offered a glass of water to the redhead. Laughing at the poor girl's cough, that was just mean.
"Tabitha, please help the nice lady serve dinner. You may forgo the normal uniform for tonight," Bree told her constant companion.
"That won't be necessary, Senorita. I can manage," Maria said.
"Please Maria, she really does like to serve," Bree replied as Tabitha smiled shyly and nodded in agreement, but out of Bree's sight.
"Okay Conchita, follow me into the kitchen. By the way, what's the 'normal uniform'?" Maria could be heard asking as the pair disappeared through the door. A few seconds later, clearly heard by everyone in the dining room, Maria yelled, "DID YOU SAY NUDE?" Bree burst out laughing with everyone else at the table, and shortly a furiously blushing Tabitha returned carrying two more plates.
After the humor of the situation died down, Mike asked Brianna, "Sorry to sound like a broken record, but you did say we would get an explanation once we were all in the same room. Could we?"
Father chuckled; "You haven't figured it out yet, Mike? She's precognitive. She has an active ability."
Bree nodded to Mike; "He's correct, though it is very unreliable at times. It depends on how close to an event I get the vision of it. If I had a vision of winning the lottery tonight, I should probably go buy a ticket. If it's for next week's lottery, I wouldn't bother. There are too many events between now and then to influence it. Also, repetition increases reliability. For example, last week I started getting visions in which my brother called to ask me to come here, and I met the four people you now see before you. The vision repeated every night with only minor changes, until this morning. During the week, I cleared my calendar of clients. Then early this morning, I got a vision of myself and Tabitha in my car, driving here, though I couldn't see the address. I would meet a set of beautiful twin girls, a handsome boy, and their lovely mother. I knew that they were in love and belonged together. I knew they were like me, but far stronger. From other visions, I knew that someone was looking for people like me to do bad things to us, and I knew I would be safe with this family. I knew what clothes to get for them, and I also saw my brother..." Her head turned to where he was sitting next to her, and she took his hand. "We have a long and dangerous road in front of us, but if we make it, we will crown a new Emperor." Her eyes were on Cal/Carl when she said that.
Cal/Carl almost choked on his wine as she said that. But it was Mike who spoke next. "Uh, sorry to ruin this, but I don't like the idea much of taking control of the planet just to put Ca... er, Carl on the throne. I mean, no offence Carl, I like you and everything, but I'm not a fan of totalitarian government. Not that I'm a big fan of the one we have, but it's the best one around."
"I don't think she meant the Emperor of the Planet, Mike; I think she meant a new Emperor of the Illuminati. But rest assured, the Emperor is by no means a dictator; the post of Emperor is hereditary, but he is only the head of the ruling council. The rest of the council serve terms of office much like your president and congressmen. An Emperor, by himself, has very little power, and serves mostly as the national figurehead. He has the same powers as the rest of the council save 'sole veto'. Only the Emperor can veto a law or bill or whatever by himself. However, if the rest of the council votes in sixty-six percent majority, they can overturn his veto. They can also remove him from office in favor of his heir by a unanimous vote. In my records, there hadn't been a case of impeachment of an Emperor in the four thousand years prior to the fall of the Empire. His son was still Emperor when the Empire fell," Father said.
"Bree, earlier, you said something about how we would need to be in our new forms by tomorrow anyway, can you tell us why?" Cal/Carl asked.
"Sometime tomorrow," she began, "In the late morning I think, two FBI agents will come here and find you. But there is something wrong with them. You cannot let them know who you really are."
"What's wrong with them?" Mike asked, still a little skeptical about precognition.
"I don't know; I can't see that, I just know that they're... not right. In my vision, they look more like dolls or puppets, and the puppeteer is off stage somewhere, watching," she finished.
"Father, any chance these agents she's talking about will be able to sense anything?" Mike asked.
"I don't know. I've never been close enough to one of them to find out if the Antioch have done anything to them. I've always been afraid that if my probes were sensed, they would report back that there was still an Illuminati presence here. If they are like most other normal humans, they won't have any mental abilities; to my knowledge, only an Antioch would have the ability, and it would have to be right here with us," Father explained. "However, shielding one's thoughts from a telepathic probe is a standard mental ability. The stronger the person's ability, the better the shield."
"I think we need to learn that, and quick. But what about those that don't have an active ability; how do they shield their minds?" Wendy/Wanda asked.
"I don't know; perhaps filling your mind with a certain song, or something else will work, I just don't know," Father replied.
"Grandpa, do you still have those baseball caps in your study?" Cal/Carl asked.
Wally looked confused; "Yes I do, why?"
"I need to borrow one of them for a sec," Carl/Cal said, as he closed his eyes and concentrated. A hat popped into his hand, causing some people to jump. Then, in his other hand, a strip of what looked like tinfoil appeared. "I watched some corny Science Fiction movie that had these kids that thought putting tinfoil over your head would keep aliens from reading you mind. Now, Father told Stac... uh Rose why it was safe for us to use our powers here. It's because of the concentration of metasynth in this area, what he called a 'lay line'. So if we infuse this foil with metasynth energy, it should work to block our powers, theoretically."
"So, how do you plan on getting the energy to bond with the metal?" Father asked.
"Well, I don't know for sure, but I figure that the power of the mind is restricted only by the bounds of the imagination. Let me try this," Carl/Cal answered and closed his eyes one more time. To everyone in the room with active powers, the strip began to glow brightly. When Carl/Cal opened his eyes, he put the foil inside the band of the hat, and handed it to Wally. "Care to be our guinea pig?"
Smirking, Wally took the hat and put it on his head. No one but Carl/Cal could see past the aura now surrounding Wally's head.
"Well, that worked, and Marsha and I won't be here, so that only leaves Brian, Bree and Tabitha," Mike said. "... And Maria."
"Bree and Tabitha won't be a problem, so we've got to figure out something for Brian and Maria," Anne Marie/Christy replied. "Both of them have active abilities."
"Tabby has an active ability?" Bree asked, shocked.
Wanda, Rose and Anne Marie all chuckled, and Anne Marie answered. "You didn't know? She's actively empathic. The lust she was blasting around the room upstairs was strong. At first I thought I was actually reading her, but when I made sure, I could still feel her emotions. I think you're going to have your hands full tonight."
Wally suggested, "How about if Mike wears a hat like mine, and I'll give Maria the day off to visit her sister. That should make us safe enough."
"I'll have the new identities in place by morning as well. So you should be safe there. But you all have overlooked one thing: me. I am not allowed to shield at all since I'm supposed to be a data retrieval system and open to all at any time," Father said.
"A hat?" Wally suggested.
"It would probably kill this body since its functioning relies on communication with my higher functions currently stored aboard a scout ship. I can draw power from the lay line and make the contact without problem, but if I used that to block the signal, I would cease to function," Father replied. "I think I should leave for the day as well."
The doorbell rang and Brian got up to answer it, motioning for Wally to stay in his chair.
Maria and Tabitha had begun to clear the dishes as Brian led Jacob to the dining room. Carl excused himself with Anne Marie and Rose quickly following suit. Before he left, Carl whispered in Bree's ear, "Your brother and you need to have a talk. Send Tabitha to us when she's done, and when you come to get her, the girls and I will show you what we've learned. I promise, we won't take advantage of her."
Bree smiled sardonically back up at him. "She'll be greatly disappointed to hear that. Thanks for the time with Brian; if I didn't need to learn this, I might let you guys have her all night."
"Thanks anyway, but I've got my hands full as it is. Three horny women are enough for this poor lad," Carl replied before standing up and leading the girls up to the room they all shared.
Anne Marie was slowly sinking down on Carl's new cock as Rose let Tabitha in. Rose was as naked as the couple on the bed, and Tabitha was having a hard time trying to pick what to look at.
Rose took the flustered woman by the hand and led her over to a chair, where she started taking her clothes off. When the only thing left on Tabitha was the collar, Rose reached for it. Tabitha moved back; "Please, leave that on. Brianna refuses to mark me permanently, so this is the only thing I have that marks me as hers."
Rose smiled at the vision of beauty before her; "I understand that, dear, but we're going to go take a shower and give those two some privacy. I don't think you want to get a leather collar wet, do you?"
Tabitha shook her head no. "I didn't understand; I would be very happy to wash you."
"Tabitha, you are one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met, but I'd feel bad about taking advantage of your Mistress' trust, and guilty for cheating on my wives and husband. We haven't had the opportunity to discuss casual sex with other partners yet, so nothing sexual can happen between us; I'm sorry," Rose explained.
"I understand, Rose. If you do get around to discussing it, I'd like to be with you, all of you, with my Mistress's permission of course. Though I suspect Mistress would like to take my place as well."
"I wouldn't know how to handle you. I don't know very much about your lifestyle. Besides, I'm to teach you some of our tricks this evening; do you think you can concentrate with all the sex around?" Rose asked.
"With your beautiful body in front of me, it will be difficult, but I will do this since it is what my Mistress has told me to do."
"During our shower, I will join my mind with yours to show you how to do the things we do. Cal... Carl came up with a good idea for a shield for the non-telepaths that we might be able to adopt for our own use. Come on, let's go get wet."
Tabitha smirked; "I don't think I can get any wetter than I am right now. Are you really going to teach me how to move things with my mind?" Tabitha asked.
Rose took a step back from the woman and held her hands up so she could see them, then used telekinesis to unfasten and remove the woman's collar. Then she sent phantom hands to caress her from head to foot, without touching any obvious erogenous zones.
Tabitha shivered with desire, and moaned softly. "If you keep that up, I'll never be able to learn anything. You almost made me cum and you didn't even touch me." Tabitha looked down between her legs to see a trickle of pussy juice running down her thigh. "We better get into the shower before I start leaving puddles on the floor."
They had just gotten under the showerheads when Rose heard (and felt) Anne Marie's climaxes start rolling in. The girl was literally howling in pleasure. Rose looked at Tabitha and admitted, "You're not going to be the only one having trouble thinking straight. Try being in permanent mental contact with another female that is as multi-orgasmic as you are. If we weren't trying to accomplish something, I'd be sitting in a chair out there, jilling off. When her orgasm started, it would trigger mine, which kicks hers higher, which pushes me higher... Well, you get the idea I'm sure. It's a hell of a ride."
The blushing blonde woman nodded; "I can imagine, since I can feel it too. I can also feel the love in all three of you right now. Wanda is sitting downstairs in a boring meeting getting very uncomfortable because she can feel as well as hear them. I can feel love flowing to the three of you and back. It's really amazing, like dropping four pebbles into a calm pool at the same time. The waves mix and mingle, but return to the sender as an echo." She looked down; "I honestly can't describe it very well, but it's a beautiful thing."
Rose took the woman's hands in her own, "Let me show you how to do
this stuff, and maybe you can get more control." Then she added
teasingly, "That way, when Bree and Brian take you to bed, everyone in
this half of the city won't feel it."